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FILL’ER UP

Karen Stokes lifted her heavy breast to her lips and sucked it roughly while she frigged her sopping wet pussy with her other hand. Little moans of pleasure quickly turned into loud groans as her pussy was quickly whipped into an absolute sexual frenzy. I had been going on like this for several years now. Ever since the death of her husband of thirty five years Karen had gone without a partner and was forced to relieve her built up tension through masturbation alone. While she easily achieved tummy wrenching orgasms by manipulating her overly engorged clitoris, she desperately longed for the warm interpersonal contact of another human being. As the fire in her loins slowly burned out, she reluctantly got out of bed and readied herself for the coming day. “What’ll it be, ma’am?” …

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The Hitchhiker_(1)

I wish this had happened to me. This is my first try. Let me know your thoughts. [email protected] Hitchhiker Story of older woman (55 y.o.) getting a ride from a 17 y.o. boy My name is Tom. I am 17 and just got my license. My dad took his time taking me to the license branch so that is why I was a little late getting to drive legally. Most of my friends have been driving for almost a year already. Anyway this is the story about my first time. Let me start by describing myself. I am 6’ tall, dark brown hair, hazel eyes and about 150lbs. Tall and skinny. I am not very good looking at all. Whenever I am out with my friends I am the one who the girls never look …

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The Cottage Part 2 – The Voyeur (Edited)

Her pussy itched. Cherie’s slender index finger slid down the damp crotch of her skin-tight, acid-wash denim shorts into the heat of her groin. Her hard, french-manicured nail pushed against the taught fabric of her shorts, only just catching the fold of her labia. Her slim lips – adorned with Cherie’s trademark hotrod-red lipstick – pulled into a joyful smile as she felt the summer afternoon’s wind pushing itself through her wavy, long blonde hair. With a rush of pleasure, and a hearty flex of her finger, the itch was scratched. Replacing her hand on the leather-wrapped steering wheel of her sleek red convertible, Cherie returned her focus to the empty, pothole-laden road unravelling before her. Maggie’s gonna be so surprised! She thought, nearly snorting with laughter, as she imagined the look on her old …

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Broken Bliss CH 5

Wow! What a great set of responses from that last chapter. Thank you everyone. Broken Bliss Ch 5 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Sunlight streaming through my room woke me up, and the first thing to greet me was a headache. The second was the realization that Mom was no longer lying next to me. Groaning, I got out of bed and stumbled from my room, head throbbing. In the kitchen I found Mom and Lisa, both sipping cups of coffee. Upon seeing me, Mom rushed to pour me a cup. Rarely had I ever had a hangover, and they are never fun. “I called in sick today for Lisa and I,” Mom told me. “I don’t think she is up to thinking much right now.” This was met with an agreeing groan from my sister. “I talked with …

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The Night The Boys Were Gone

The Night The Boys Were Gone It was the day of the prom, both my sons have dates and by 4:00pm the house will be empty except for Karen and I. The thought of having the house to our selves was fantastic. Don’t get me wrong, we love our boys whole-heartedly, but it always seems that they would barge into our bedroom at most inopportune times and catch us making love, we would have to scramble to cover up just hear “ what are you guys doing? “ and this is after we said goodnight and told them we were going to bed. (Boy that really burns my ass!) Twenty years ago this wouldn’t have bothered me, we would have put the kids back to bed and continued were we left off. But now, for …

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my first spanish girlfriend_(0)

Story revised, I lost access to the first account so I am posting all of my stories again. Summer had just finished when I started taking afternoon classes at the local community college. I didn’t have a car so I took the bus to and from school everyday. My parents helped me get an apartment so that I won’t have to commute too far to get to school. About a few months into school everything was going good, my grades were where they should be and I understood all my classes and the instructors only made it easier for me to get through the semester. One afternoon I was on the bus waiting for the driver to pull off when two beautiful Hispanic girls came on the bus and sat two seats in-front of me, …

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Growing Up in Gwinnett Volume 6

This is a true story from the time I grew up in the rural/suburbia of North Atlanta in 1980’s. The Chattahoochee River run from North Georgia all the way to Florida along the Alabama border, snaking through metropolitan Atlanta along the way. East Jones Bridge Park is a county-run park across the river from Jones Bridge Park, which is part of the National Park Service. The river is very wide between the two parks (about 120 yards) and fairly shallow, making it a popular place for fly-fishing. When I was in high school, East Jones Bridge Park had a gravel parking lot in front of the large covered pavilion that was along the river. Off to the side of the pavilion was a small men’s room and ladies room that backed up to each other. …

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17 Year Old & Fantastic Encounter

17 Year Old & Wonderful Encounter It was a pleasantly warm May afternoon. So nice, in fact, that I decided to cut my afternoon classes and spend time down at the pool like any intelligent 17 year old boy would do. Okay, so it was not my pool. My family didn’t own a pool. I was swimming in the pool at an apartment complex about 3 blocks from our house. I didn’t let the little fact that my family didn’t actually live at this apartment complex keep me from sneaking in and enjoying the cool water. I’d long discovered that the key to sneaking in somewhere is just to act like you belong. And today was just so pleasant, I didn’t belong anywhere but here. Since it was a weekday and still a time when …

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Cock Pictures 5

Another site member’s story… “Welcome to my first blog entry. I’ve been on this site for a year or so, but I just had a change of heart about something and I want to share it. “I’ve always thought the idea of sucking a man’s cock until he cums was very hot, and I did that once a long time ago, but I wasn’t prepared for the taste. I hadn’t even tasted my own, when my suck buddy shot a load in my mouth the first time. The texture was exciting, his cock throbbing and shooting was exciting, but the taste was awful. We continued to suck each other off, but we finished with handjobs. “Over the years, I would occasionally catch my load and taste it, but still didn’t like the flavor. Though this …

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The Jacuzzi – Meat of the Matter

As I prepared for the conference opening evening cocktail party, I could not stop thinking about the afternoon impromptu events in the Jacuzzi. My masturbation, which had led to the grand finale fuck session with the bellhop from the hotel, kept flashing back through my mind. I could only hope I would see him again and have the chance to repeat the pleasures his 9” cock had given me. I dressed in my black semi-see-through blouse, without a bra. It allowed my 40 DD firm, natural breasts to be seductively visible and the areolas and nipples to be faintly outlined. I wore a black suit coat that allowed me to look professional; yet able to flash when I wanted. I wore a tight black skirt with a slit up the front to my mid thigh, …

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Super Bowl Forfeit: Mother & Daughter

Her hand moved across her body, washing and caressing the soapy body wash against her skin, but soon that wasn’t enough. Her nipples were hard so she pinched at one gently and teased it fully erect while her other hand moved down to her groin. It was wet from more than just the hot water from the shower spaying down over her body, as it was more and more often these days. They say a woman’s biological clock really ramps up just before menopause, and Cheryl knew that was true for her now that she was in her mid forties. She had been sexually active and some might say even a bit of slut in her late teens and early twenties, but then she settled down with Chet, got married, had a daughter, and steadily …

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S.O.S. For Sex or A Bang Above The Rest

Mitchell was fed up with his neighbor above him. He lived in an apartment and his neighbor above him constantly stomped around and made noise far past ten at night. And it seemed to happen every night. He had tried to ignore it but on this night he just had to say something, so he put on his shoes and went out to the hallway and up the stairs to the apartment above his. Martha answered the door on the second knock and seemed a little surprised to see Mitchell. He had mentioned the noise in passing but it was the first time he knocked on her door at night to tell her. Actually, it was the first time he had knocked on her door in the years he had lived there. Martha stood in …

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Come on Eileen

I had finished work and had gone over to my girlfriend’s parents house to wait for her as I had an hour and a half to kill. When I got there her mother, Eileen was there. I get on well with Eileen and truth be known I would fuck her given half a chance. She is in her forties with Marilyn Monroe hair and is pretty open minded when coming to issues of sex. Anyway I needed a wee and went up to the bathroom upstairs. I like to use this one because I can normally find a pair of Eileen’s dirty knickers in the wash basket. I had my wee and still with cock out I opened the basket and found a pair of her knickers. They were a day old and had a …

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The Mysterious Lana (Chapter 4- The Morning After)

After their long night, it wasn’t a surprise when Lana awoke and saw that it was nearly one o’clock in the afternoon. Stretching her arms and legs in the king sized bed of the 5- Star Suite, she realized that not only was she alone on the massive bed but it was then that she smelled sweet aromas emitting from the kitchen. Leaning over towards the night stand, Lana picked up the phone receiver and dialed the number to the coffee shop. After ensuring that the day’s business was going usual and there were no problems that she had to attend to, she stood from the bed and retrieved a dark blue t-shirt that David had laying across the arm of the chair in the corner of the room. Walking into the bathroom, she saw …

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Ramblings of an Old Man – Part 10 “Oh Maggie, Maggie-Mai…”

As an old man, in my seventies, who has been given the nod by my doctors that my days are numbered, I spend a lot of time looking back at my life. Recalling what I have done and achieved. Regretting the things I should have done and did not do. I do not suppose for a moment this is unusual, but when it happens to you, it takes it out of you, initially at least. I never planned on these thoughts going public. It was just a few scrappy notes for my own consumption. The ramblings of an old man, as it were. But one of the individuals concerned saw those notes. They thought that others may identify with some of the situations and suggested I tidy them up into a story and post them …

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If the Trees Could Speak: Part I

We glide across the city in the silver pickup with the bass thumping in the moonlit summer night. I wriggle my bottom slowly and purposefully letting the sheer flimsy thong drop to my ankles. I subtly watch my latest catch whose pale blonde hair shimmers like stardust under the flashes of street lights. But its sheen is no match for the deep mahogany eyes that only seek impending gratification. I swallow the lump of bitterness knowing that I could never have someone like that. Hookers aren’t meant for love. The city buildings gradually fall away to miles of forest and swampland. My heart gives a panicky jolt: clients never take me this far. I squint at the passing highway signs trying to figure out how to get home …just in case. “So, uh, where we …

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The Carnival Pt. 6

I returned to my portable bedroom to freshen up before heading out for a hot card game with Joe, Carmen, and her daughters. Almost half hour had passed as I strode over to Corrine and Carla’s over sized trailer. I was about thirty yards away when I heard Joe ranting and raving. He was loud and very animated as I could see shadows of his arms waving, and him walking back and forth by the living room window. It appeared that Joe and Carmen were having a few marital issues as well. I hesitated and had second thoughts of continuing. Just then Joe flew out the door, hopped in his truck and drove off. In his anger he didn’t even notice I was there. Maybe that was for the better. Perhaps the game for tonight …

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Discipline a Rebel Will Never Forget

The chains and spikes on Dereks leather jacket clinked loudly and abnoxiously as he waltzed down the hallway in his school. He was a senior in high school, but at this point he saw no reason to graduate, having a broken family and working at a mechanics shop after school. He wa paid pretty good money, but knew that he couldn’t keep the job forever. As Derek passed a large plexi-glass window on his left, he slowed down and looked in. Behind the glass at a desk was a fairly old secretary filing her nails through her bi-focals. The phone rang and she dropped the filer on the desk and picked up the reciever and began talking cheerily through it to the person on the other end. Derek looked passed her at the door. “Ms. …

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TWO SUBURBAN LADIES AT A SEMINAR

Extreme disappointment was the best way to describe how Carol felt when she learnt on checking in that she had to share a room with another woman – Anne, whom she had never met before. Over a cup of tea Anne seemed friendly enough and very interested in comparing notes on the differences in their respective lifestyles. Carol a separated lady in her late 40’s, with a grown up family and Anne in her mid 30’s, fitted the traditional suburban wife role with two children at home. Carol, a statuesque and even voluptuous brunette, tallish, with wonderful legs and hips, set off by fine, high cheekbones and a cultured speaking voice, could not help thinking how dowdy Anne’s general appearance and dress sense was. Featureless uninteresting, inexpensive clothes and practical flat shoes, which gave no …

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The Retirees Club (20)

A couple of days after our weekly blow-fest, I joined the guys at the pool tables after my gym time. After a couple of rounds, Tom told me that he’d come out as bi to his family. “How did that go over?” “Aw, I shoulda known they’d be ok with it. My daughter said I’d been happier for the last year or so, she didn’t know if it was my new place or my friends, but it looks like it was the friends – just not how she thought. But she was happy for me.” “And your sons? You have two, right?” “Both of them chuckled. I didn’t know what they thought was funny, but Jack explained. They had found some gay porn of mine when they were teens, so they weren’t surprised either. And …

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