This happened a while back; an old friend of mine invited me to a party at his place. I don’t usually go to that sort of thing as I don’t mingle well, but he and his wife are nice people and they always have good food at their parties and so, as the saying goes “the way to most blokes hearts”, and I am no exception, is through their stomachs (and occasionally their dicks), and so I attended. This wasn’t a debauchery party, just a finger food and BYO type of gathering. These people are straight up and don’t really know about my AMM activity or she certainly doesn’t but I think he suspects as we used to play up a bit when we were younger and hunting women and their bits, up until he settled down and I….well that’s another story entirely. I also didn’t really want to offend them. Anyway, somewhat begrudgingly I showed up and smiled as I was greeted at the door. I handed her my bottle of wine and she showed me where the other drinks were. I poured myself an OJ (I’m not a great drinker) and surveyed the room, all the time thinking I would rather be at home watching TV or practically anything else. My mate could see that I was floundering and came over to drag me into a conversation. This small group must have had about six or eight people discussing something or other. There was the usual loud mouth that hogged the conversation and most others just nodded and once in a while chimed in with a comment. I shot a comment in and retreated into the background having fulfilled my obligation for a while at least. One couple was in their early thirties or she was anyway. The bloke was close to my age (maybe late fifties) and I was in my early sixties. She was pleasant to look at and while I tried not to stare I looked back every so often and drank in her good looks. She had wavy hair that was tied up on one side and the remainder cascaded down the other. Unusual I thought. Maybe it was a hair stile of the time, but it looked good. Her eye brows were a darker colour which explained the very blonde hair. Don’t get me wrong, while she was not a Miss Universe, I found her attractive. Maybe it was her personality that attracted me and then of course there was her body. She had nice full tits and although fully covered they were delightfully rounded. I will probably repeat that fact in this story, so please forgive me for that, but they left a distinct memory in my mind. Anyway, all of this analytical reconnaissance was academic, as she seemed quite happy with the bloke she was with and they chuckled and joked with each other as the conversation flowed along. I was happy as I am not much of a conversationalist and others in the group were clearly happy to carry it as I (hopefully) subtly stole an occasional glimpse of this woman and her chest. I like looking at tits, clothed or naked. I enjoy looking at them anywhere. On the street, on the TV, you name it, I will enjoy tits anywhere. Call it a failing if you like but it gives me great pleasure. I like the female form generally, arses, the general shape, but tits stick out (so to speak). She caught me a couple of times looking at her before I looked away. I have to admit, I delayed my look away intentionally. I don’t think her fella saw me as he was too engrossed in the conversation (idiot!). People joined and left our conversation including the blonde and her bloke and I didn’t see her again that evening. I left about halfway through the evening and I was told by my host and mate that it went on into the wee small hours of the night. As I said other than the occasional lingering look from me to her, which was reciprocated I might add, albeit briefly for safety sake, I had not put any hope into anything developing as she seemed as I said very much attached to her man. My host/mate phoned me a day or so later and suggested we get together for a coffee. We only lived a couple of suburbs apart and so we met up at a local café. The conversation as to how the party went was brief and he produced a piece of paper with a phone number on it. He told me that the little blonde had asked him to pass it on to me and asked him to tell me that if I was interested then would I contact her. Interested in what?! My tool knew the answer and my heart hoped it was right. It turned out that the little blonde had made a move on my mate some months before and he, being happily married to his missus had declined, assuring her that her approach would go no further. He was about my age (early sixties) and it turns out that the blonde, while happily married or attached or so the ring on her finger said, liked older men, as was born out by her hubby/partner being around fifty or so. Now I am or was reasonably fit but still with the build of a middle aged man complete with a small gut (accent on “small” I reckon – but I might be biased there). What she saw in me was baffling, except for the fact that I was an older man. Her partner was slightly over weight from memory, no, make that downright overweight – although, to be fair, I was looking at her at the party, not him. What she saw in him I will never know. Maybe he had a big dick. My mate looked at me over his coffee and said that his job was to give me the phone number; the rest was up to me. Bless him, he knew that I was seeing a woman and had been for some time but that we did our own thing as she had kids from a previous marriage that kept her busy and my mate knew from our younger days that I would root an old boot or a knot hole in a tree or paling fence given half the chance, such was my randiness. He wasn’t far behind me in that regard from memory but as I said he was happily settled down now. Next to the phone number on the piece of paper was a time of day that I was to phone, which was during the week and while she was at work and hence to avoid the partner from overhearing I guessed. I stewed over it for a few days, tossing my guilt around about considering rooting a married woman who seemed so happy and engaged with her partner/hubby. I sort of felt for this hubby who I didn’t really know but then again she was the one who had in effect propositioned me and so, after throwing all of that up in the air, my dick finally made up my mind and I phoned her. She sounded pleased to hear from me but then said something strange. She reminisced about our last meeting until it dawned on me that she had me confused with someone else. This woman obviously spread herself around and there’s nothing wrong with that as I used to do it myself at her age, given the chance. Make hay while the sun shines and root yourself silly until it feels like your dick (or pussy in her case) was going to fall off should be the philosophy of anyone that age, because you are a long time dead! Looking back, unfortunately there wasn’t anyone to tell me that back in my past and so I missed out on so much quim back them that it almost makes me cry now. I was so stupid and downright dumb when I was younger. There are those who would say not much has changed. Still ignorance is bliss I guess. After we had cleared up who I was and she offered some feeble excuse to try to get out of the hole she had dug for herself. we changed the subject and discussed what she proposed. It seems she does indeed like older men and she found me attractive as such and so wanted to get together for a root and stressed that it was to be strictly a no-strings arrangement. If after the initial root she wanted a repeat then that would be up to her. She was a good negotiator and definitely in control and I accepted that as I could still imagine those tits and their roundness and I really wanted to get my hands and mouth onto them as soon as possible. She suggested a motel that she had used in similar situations. Obviously a well worn path. Maybe she got a discount or frequent flyer points! A week or so went by and we found ourselves at the door of this motel room. She opened the door and I followed her in, ogling her fine arse covered by a tight pair of fairly short shorts, which I couldn’t control my hands from feeling up. She put her flimsy material shoulder bag down and turned to face me as I closed the door behind us. A few words of general un-tit related conversation were exchanged as I felt up her breast through this knitted type top with tassely things hanging off the waist and arms. Her belly was bare, her tits holding the top out to dangle down not touching her stomach; such was the size of these melons. I felt like looking up under the front of the top to see if I could see her bra or tits, as it turned out, there wasn’t a bra. She pushed me back to sit on a kitchen chair and I leant on the table beside it, as she stood like a giant toy or gift in front of me – MY TOY! To unwrap, YES! I ran my hands down over the silky skin of her waist and onto her hips. She took hold of the bottom of her knitted top thingy and lifted it up to flash her tits at me briefly before covering them again, tormenting me as she chuckled to herself before lifting the top once more, resting it on the top of her fantastic and gorgeously full breasts, the white of the top contrasting against the tanned colour of her melons and smiled a cheeky smile so typical of a person of her age. She thrust out her chest, chuckling a little as she looked at me for approval of her gorgeously full, rounded tits, knowing that she was tantalizing this lecherous old man as he sat there enjoying the eye candy being doled out in small quantities to excite him just as much as was needed but nothing more than that. She turned around and shook her lovely arse at me, her tits still dangling down naked, briefly looking back and giggling, before wiggling around her short shorts, inching them down with her thumbs hooked in the waistband as she rocked her hips from side to side to expose her lovely knickerless arse, letting the shorts drop down her legs to the floor, before kicking them off. This arse was so lucky as I dearly wanted to grab it and lick and bite it all over. I controlled myself, I don’t know whether she wanted me to or not. My caution or ineptitude must have cost me so many opportunities in my life. Sigh. There was a distinct lack of underwear; there had been no bra under the white knitted top and no knickers under the short shorts. She had come prepared to tantalize the poor pathetic male that I was. She pranced around a little in her solid half high heeled shoes, doing a little dance, showing off her tits and her arse that was to die for. My hands just naturally gravitated to her hips and buns and she moved around to give me more access to them, until finally sitting down on my knee and then lap as I sat at the kitchen table. As we talked my hand plunged down between her legs for a handful of pussy. Without loosing a word of our conversation, she open her legs until my hand had clamped down on her deliciously plump vulva lips before closing her legs tight around my groping paw, as I squeezed, massaged and generally crushed her pussy. My other hand had found its way down to her arse and the side of her thigh, running it over the silky skin, savouring the shape of her leg as we had a lovely conversation about what I can’t remember and she wriggled about sitting on my still fully clothed cock. I’m sure she must have been able to feel the hardness of it up against her buns as she wriggled about, exciting me even more, prompting me to instinctively thrust up into her buns in a throbbing action, as I looked into her face. Her nipples and areolas were right there beside my face. I took as much of a handful of her breast as I could get into my hand and sucked on her nipple. She had slightly darker areolas and the little pimply things (I think they are called Montgomery glands) dotted the areolas around her erect nipples. I ran my tongue around each areola in turn circling the nipple before sucking down hard, filling my mouth with as much of her tit as I could, pulling back with a smack as the suction released before I plunged back down on her poor little nipple again. She seemed to be enjoying it as she held my head to each breast in turn, moving it from one to the other, simulating some lecherous human milking machine. I was slobbering all over both of them. I could feel my own saliva as I squeezed each tit, squelching and kneading the soft texture of the delightfully round melons as I sucked furiously and slobbered almost desperately. Pathetic male! I got up, stripped off her top, positioned her completely naked (except for her shoes) on the table and opened her legs to dangle over the edge as she reclined back supporting herself on her hands, once again with that cheeky grin of anticipation on her face, as to what I was going to do next. She was a wonderfully lovely sight. Her whole body (relatively) young and tight. Her breasts, still wet and glistening with saliva, jutted out proud and full, not so much pointy but more round and melon like, the nipples were erect and protruded out like organ stops. Such a horny sight! I was glad of the kitchen chair at that point; as I would have wrecked my back if I had to bend over and down to her pussy. You have to be comfortable when you are an old guy or you’ll pay for it tomorrow! I sat on the chair, bent over, my chin almost on the table top and rubbed my face all over her twat a couple of times, blowing raspberries once or twice propting an “oooo” from her and then a giggle. I parted her vulva lips with my thumbs and sucked and munched on her clit. I could tell by the oooing and aaaaghing that she was enjoying it and licking her twat was bringing out the animal in me as I slurped away and fingered her hole while I was there, poking my finger in and out, in and out, feeling the warm slipperiness. Her thighs quivered, I could feel it on the side of my face as she opened and close her legs trapping my head and pulling my mouth harder on to her twat. The quivering was probably involuntary, but she was jiggling her legs up and down and fidgeting back an forth in some sort of twitching dance that also involved thrusting her box into my face in a rhythmic fashion, as she wallowed in her orgasmic pleasure, until she finally went all quiet before letting out a scream of relief as she orgasmed. The constant twitching ceased and was replaced by two or three final violent muscle contractions before she collapsed back on the table on her elbows and panted a lot. We went on to root like animals for the rest of the day before she mercifully departed, leaving me to recover. I slept well that night; I was fucked in both senses of the word. I didn’t get a repeat performance. I left it up to her to contact me but I fear that I was merely an “older man” notch on her vagina.

23 December 2025

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This is a true story with a bit of a twisting of words to try to make it a story worth writing. It is a story of 2 married people drawn together for hot fun through there own loveless marriages. The heat seemed to loosen the edges of the afternoon, stretching time into something slower. Sunlight rippled across the pool’s surface, and when she stepped closer, the air felt charged, heavy with the quiet of cicadas and distant traffic. Droplets traced lazy paths down her skin, catching the light as she laughed softly, the sound as cooling as the water itself. For a moment, everything felt suspended—no urgency, no plans—just the shared calm of shade, water, and a summer day that asked nothing more than to be felt. She glided past, her fingers brushed my arm in a way that felt anything but accidental. When she turned back, that smile lingered—playful, knowing—and her green eyes caught the light like glass beneath the surface. It sent a jolt through you, a rush of awareness that had nothing to do with the heat anymore. For a second she hovered there, treading water easily, watching to see if you’d follow. The pool felt smaller, quieter, charged with that wordless understanding where nothing has happened yet, but everything already feels inevitable. I moved to her, the water parting softly as your arms slipped around her. She met me without hesitation, warm and steady, and when our lips touched it felt unhurried, certain. Her legs circled your waist instinctively, drawing you closer, and the pool seemed to disappear around us. For a moment there was only the rhythm of the water, the sun on your shoulders, and the quiet intensity of being held like that—her hands at your neck, your forehead resting against hers when the kiss finally eased. She smiled again, softer this time, eyes half-lidded, as if the world had narrowed to just the two of you and the promise hanging between your breaths. I slide my hand down and undid her string bikini no resistance just a harder kiss, as i slid my finger into her hot married pussy, she moaned and kissed me again. Lifting her to the side of the pool so I could kiss, lick and suck her. All I wanted at that moment was to make her happy, make her loose herself. I licked and kissed her bald and so tasty pussy ( my Fetish) over and over until she begged me to stop, she told me to swap places. I climbed onto the edge of the pool, her green eyes looking at me with lust. as she took me in her mouth my head spun, it was wow. damn she knew what she was doing or was it the fact that my wife had not done that for so long but wow. As she continued to suck me and i held onto her head I was taken away thinking about how this started months ago at a BBQ with some harmless flirting, and some amazing timing had let it finally happen. She pulled me roughly into the water and in one quick movement wrapped around me and drew me into her, i knew and she knew this was just the start and was going to be a hard and fast encounter. I held her against the edge and pushed in and out with all the energy i had as she scratched my back and I filled her beautiful pussy full of my cum. floating wrapped together, still inside her she kissed me and smiled asking if I could take her to the shower and bed. More true storys depending on how they go, im no writer and flip and flop but it made me hard thinking about it again :)

23 December 2025

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She fell forward off him, he was sure he heard a sucking noise as he left her , she slumped on the bed her back and arse glistening with sweat. He looked at his still firm cock, wet with her cunt juices and his cum , he could see it, but couldn’t feel it, what an incredible fuck this lady was. It was the Second last night of his cruise,we had a ball but not been balled, drunk too much , still life’s for living - no regrets. He was at the bar sipping a G&T In a long glass when she sidled up the bar sat in the stool next to him - he smiled, she smiled and she ordered G&T in a long glass - I said “Oh snap I love a good G&T” She was wearing a spectacular red dress I guess you’d call it mid length just above her knees and it was hemmed with a delicate white lace trim - she looked spectacular. I asked, hopefully, are you travelling with family friends -her lips ,full and red ,left the rim of the glass, her tongue slightly out licking the last little sip she said , “no no I’m travelling solo - and you?” She asked. “Solo” I said. Well here’s cheers she raised her glass - “to good times and memories, “ - I’ll drink to that I said and as I did she placed her hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze - In response I gently stroked the back of her hand with my fingers, cheekily drawing little circles. We both smiled and I suggested we move to one of the many booths the bar had - “great idea” she said as she leant in and I could smell her sweet perfume and feel the warmth off her skin. I think we were 5 mins in the booth before we found each others crotches - she rhythmically pressed and released my now hard cock in my pants, while I was two fingers in her moist folds slowly rubbing up and down, we did this in a hunched forward position - so the any bar patrons that glanced our way - we just looked deep in whispered conversation. Oh yes, and she would whisper in my ear as she gripped my dick - “ is my cunt nice and wet” “ do you like touching my cunt” “ I love being fingered” “ I love being fucked too” After 2 more drinks I suggested we head to my cabin so I could - I whispered - “ eat you from arse hole to cunt hole and bury my face and tongue in you” She let go of my dick - “Let’s go” This is why I love cruising,and red dresses. (ps)I finally felt my dick again two days later - “good times and memories”.

23 December 2025

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At the time I was living in a unit block of 6 units. I rented the unit 6 on the top floor which was on the right hand side of the block At the time I wasn't 30 years old yet . Like most people I masturbated and watched porn. The block of units next door was around 10 storys high. Now most normal people when there masturbating or having sex don't usually look out there bedroom window. This night I was jerking off and I had a towel to cum as I didn't want to get my sheets dirty. As I pulled back the covers and got the towel I noticed the lady in the next block looking from her kitchen window looking at me. I shot my load on the towel with her still watching. It turned out she could see from kitchen window right into my bedroom. One weekend I had a female friend stay over, we went to my room and I told her before anything had happened. I said, the lady next door can see right into my bedroom. Instead of being put off by that she thought it was horny. She started sucking my cock then we got into a 69. Rachel put her head up for a minute and told me she's at the window and she could see her hand move as if she was playing with her self. I licked Rachel's pussy like a mad man, putting my fingers inside her and sucking on her clit. I told Rachel I was close and she said Iam going to jerk you off so she can see the cum spurting out. I came and I could feel cum dripping down the shaft of my cock, all over Rachel's hand as she jerked me off, later on when we recovered we had the best fuck Ive ever had.

22 December 2025

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The outfit for Kez was simple, a white short dress, no bra or underwear. Eccentuating her hard nipples. Being a byo place we took a bottle of red, sat ourselves at a table and had a couple of glasses. Every so often we would cop a feel of each other, and of course talking rather naughty about ‘what if….’ Well, id had enough of sitting around and wanted her so bad. I grabbed her hand and we went looking for the closest room. Leaving the door open, I dropped my pants, sat on the edge of the bed and Kez was straight onto her knees like it was a silent form of sign language. Enjoying her licking and sucking, I noticed a couple standing at the door watching us. The bloke was standing behind her, reaching around and had her dress lifted playing with her pussy. They seemed to also enjoy our show. I leaned forward a little and lifted up her dress so they could see her tight little bare arse and pussy. Then I signalled to them it was ok to come in the room, which they did. The lady walked over with her large boobs out and rubbed them straight in my face (yum). This was the first Kez knew of someone else in the room, but with my hand gently resting on the back of her head she kept doing what she does so well! The gentleman then laid on his back on the floor and shuffled himself so he was under Kez’s pussy, and to her surprise he grabbed her hips and pulled her down just a little so he could lick her gorgeous pussy. Kez looked at me in surprise but just kept going along with it. So im sitting on the bed, Kez on her knees sucking me, a gentlemen under her licking her lovely pussy, and the lady giving me DD cups to suck on. Is this heaven? The lady then pushed back on the bed and straddled my face, using her hands against the wall and lowering herself to my lips I was more than happy to have a taste. After making her squirt a few times, and also hearing moans from Kez, the lady turned around so we were in a 69. She took over sucking my hard cock and told Kez to slide back onto her husbands cock. Without flinching Kez did as she was told and I tell he was in her from the loud moan she gave. I made the lady cum a couple of times and I could hear that Kez had a few orgasms of her own, then heard the husband grunt and tell Kez he was filling her with his cum, of which she just moaned. Well that was enough for me to blow my load into the ladys mouth. She soon slid off me and crawled over to Kez, who was still sitting on her husbands cock and gave her a big cum kiss. What a sight. Kez stood up and large drops of cum dripped from her onto the husband which made us all laugh. The couple said thanks. Grabbed their clothes and left. Kez and I just looked at each trying to think if that really just happened. We closed the door and enjoyed each other until it was close time. Talking about the fun we had with the other couple whilst we played with each other. We never exchanged names with them, or seen them again. But we were sure to visit the club again.

22 December 2025

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After dinner we thought it would be a great idea to visit our first club (well ok, mine actually, but Kez agreed) Parking the car, I looked over and she was taking off her bra and g string…..so far so good I thought! Just in her tight black dress with black boots, not a bad sight Accepting the tour from the hostess I couldn’t help but touch up Kez along the way. A few rooms had closed doors so obviously not shown in there, but were shown the main group room and a couple were playing in a small room with the door open. I walked past and of course had a look, but Kez stopped for a bit…again im thinking this is promising! After the tour we went back to the group room where there was one seat available so she sat on my lap. We watched several people playing as we kissed a few times and I took the opportunity to slide my hand up ther thigh. She was so wet. When we broke from our kiss she just smirked and shrugged her shoulders. Whispering to each other, she was really enjoying watching others play, and of course so was I. To my surprise she asked me if she should spread her legs. Well of course I said yes. So she did, allowing anyone who cared to look our way a great view of her bald, wet pussy. And there were a few that looked! All this was getting us to a point of needing to fuck. We got up and looked for a room to play in. The only one with a door open had a younger couple on the bed ‘enjoying each other’ so we thought we’d enter, sit down and watch. Before reaching the chair they said ‘there’s plenty of room on the bed’. I just turned Kez around, gave her a big kiss and pushed her backwards on the bed. She was laying next to the other couple and I took the opportunity to spread her gorgeous thighs and lick her wet pussy. I was looking up at her to see she was watching the other couple while I was enjoy her sweet taste. It was such a turn on to see her enjoying looking at others play. As soon as she looked down and saw I was watching her she said ‘fuck me’. I didn’t need to hear it a second time. Sliding up her body and my very hard cock sliding into her wet pussy we fucked for what seemed like hours. We didn’t even notice the couple next to us leave. We didn’t swap that night, but the enjoyment we together was amazing. And yes, we had been back, many times……

22 December 2025

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The club's air hung thick with the scent of sweat and sex, pulsing lights casting shadows over writhing bodies in the public room. She was forty-five, curves softened by years but still begging to be grabbed, and he—twenty years her junior. Her legs trembled as she climbed out of the pizza oven, that wicked contraption with its stirrups splayed wide, leaving her pussy exposed and ravaged by a line of anonymous dicks who'd taken turns thrusting inside her. One after another, cocks of all sizes had plunged deep, filling her until her juices leaked down her thighs. Some then eagerly ran their tongues around her pussy lips, slurping up her juices. She'd lost count after the fifth, her curvy body quaking through orgasm after orgasm, creamy white skin flushed pink from the relentless pounding and licking. Spotting him across the room, her heart skipped—his dark, lean frame leaned back on that couch, his skin gleaming under the strobing lights, skinny frame taut with youthful energy. His big cock, thick and unyielding, had already marked her as his in the private booth earlier, pounding her creamy white ass until she screamed. Another woman was on her knees between his legs, her lips stretched around his thick, veined cock, her mouth working his shaft with eager slurps, as she took him deep. Jealousy flickered at the sight, but only served to flare the heat between her legs. He spotted her, eyes locking on hers with that possessive glint, and patted the cushion beside him. 'Come here, beautiful,' he murmured, voice low and commanding. She obeyed, stumbling across the to him, thighs slick with the evidence of her slutty indulgence, hips swaying, tits bouncing with each step, sinking onto the cushion beside him. She slid in close, her body brushing his as the woman below bobbed her head faster, slurping wetly and gagging on his length. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against his side, while his free hand delved straight into her drenched folds. Fingers—strong, insistent—pushed inside her stretched pussy, while his thumb circled her swollen clit. She moaned, arching into his touch, as he claimed her mouth in a deep, owning kiss. The other woman's moans vibrated through his cock, but he ignored her, focused solely on driving his fingers deeper, pumping in rhythm with the blowjob below. 'You were incredible in there,' he growled against her lips, free hand gripping her tit, pinching the nipple hard. ‘Being my good girl,' he murmured, 'Letting all those cocks use you like the slut you are. But this pussy... it's mine to play with now.' The words sent shivers through her, his twenty-year age gap only heightening the thrill—he so young, yet handling her like she was his to cherish and control. Her walls clenched around his fingers, the jealousy melting into raw need as another climax built fast. 'Watch her suck me,' he commanded, twisting his fingers to stroke her inner walls, hitting that spot deep inside her. But know you're the one I want to fill up.' She broke the kiss to watch the blowjob continue below, the princess gagging on his pulsating appendage , wet smacks echoing, saliva dripping down her chin. He however, stayed focused, eyes locked on her, dark, intense and protective. The orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her pussy clenching around his thrusting fingers, juices squirting over his hand, as she whimpered into his kiss. He didn't stop, pinching her nipple as he worked her, grounding her in his dominance. drawing it out until she slumped against him, panting. The other woman pulled off him with a pop, looking up expectantly, but he waved her away, thanking her for her service. He then turned to her, and in a soft but commanding voice said: ‘Climb on, baby. Ride me. Show me your mine.’ She straddled him eagerly, his slick cock—still rock-hard and glistening—nudging her entrance. She sank down inch by inch, enveloping him in her cum-slick heat, both of them groaning at the stretch, until he filled her completely. His hands gripped her ass, guiding her up and down. She rode him hard, tits bouncing, the club's voyeurs eyed on them, watching as he claimed her publicly. 'That's it, take every bit of my cock,' he growled, thrusting up to meet her, balls slapping her ass. Sweat slicked their bodies, her creamy skin contrasting his dark tone as she ground down under his watchful eye. He leaned up, sucking a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to mark her as his. 'My little slut, he murmured into her aching breast. The possessiveness in his touch, that daddy edge wrapping around her like chains, made her feel owned, cherished, utterly his—age be damned.

22 December 2025

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Every ache I give him comes with this truth: I am his. Middle of summer. Warmer than I expected. It was the kind of heat that reminded me of childhood—those beach days where the sun burnt the sweat off before it could linger, and the water always felt sharper, cooler, better. It was 3:30 a.m. when we arrived. We'd checked out of the hotel, loaded the car, and drove to our safe place. The beach where clothes didn't matter and freedom kissed your skin like sunlight. Nudity wasn't the thrill. Being seen wasn't the goal. It was just us, stripped of everything except each other. We set up the new beach hut. Or more accurately, he did, with sandbags and sweat and that focused way he gets when he wants things just right for us. The hut barely mattered. We sprawled out across it, sunburnt and grinning, pizza boxes tossed somewhere off to the side—cold leftovers or not, it didn't matter. The taste wasn't the memory. The memory was the way the night clung to my skin. The way the waves pulled at the edges of our space. The way he looked at me. We didn’t talk about it. We didn’t need to. There in the dunes, R got on top of me. Pressed his leg between mine until my knees gave, until I opened, until I offered myself like I always do—willingly, desperately. "Spread your legs," he said. And as the words left his mouth, he kissed me like a man starved. Like he was devouring something that belonged only to him. I get so wet when he takes control. When he owns the moment like that. There's nothing else—just us. Just our rhythm. Just the thunder inside my body that starts as a whisper and grows into something roaring, ancient, right. It wasn’t a game. It wasn’t play. It was raw. It was real. It was us. We didn't speak for a while after. There wasn’t anything left to say—not because there was nothing to feel, but because we’d already said everything. With breath. With rhythm. With every way two people can speak without words. His chest pressed into mine, grounding me in the sand. We didn’t care about the grains sticking to our skin or where they might end up. We just held on—tight—as if letting go might send us floating into the sky. He was still breathing hard, and his eyes never left mine. Not even for a second. I felt every part of him, and he was part of me. It sounds like a cliché—but I finally understood what it could feel like to be truly met. To be matched. Earlier that day, I’d taken a photo from my beach chair—just sand, heat, and the kind of stinging sun that blurs the line between pleasure and pain. The tide had been rolling out then, just as time had started to blur. Somehow, now, it wasn’t night anymore. The sun had risen. There were a few early walkers on the sand—maybe they’d caught a glimpse of us. Maybe not. It didn’t matter. We sat up eventually, just to take in the view. And the smell. The air was thick with us—the aroma of pleasure still hanging, salty and sharp, sweet and deep. I saw the look on R's face then—completely satisfied, completely himself. Like a lion after a feast. I’ll never forget it. And me? I’d changed. In that moment, I realised we’d both become completely uninhibited—not just in sex, but in trust. In surrender. In truth. He saw all of me. And I saw him. We just… worked. I was made exactly as I needed to be. Strong. Resilient. Utterly, joyfully obsessed with loving this man. And in the hush that followed, in the coolness after the heat, I wasn’t just satisfied. I was whole. —Own-Li Kitten, March 2025

22 December 2025

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I’ve been dating this amazing woman for 4 dates now. Each date has been non-stop conversation and chemistry a buzz and lasting several hours when each one was supposed to be “just a catchup” . Deep eye contact while describing our dreams and experiences. Words of power filling the space between us, drawing us closer, with our eyes drilling each other, unsure as to whether its attention or longing. The last date ended with a hug, that had a pause and that moment where you both are unsure whether to go in or not. Again the date goes strong, conversation driving the chemistry as we joke and prepare food together. We take turns at the stirring of food, while we make drinks for each other. We eat our meals, full of aromas;chilli, rosemary, pepper, soy sauce; then we siddle up to each other for a movie. She lays her back and head on my chest and i put my arm around her chest and neck. The movie finishes and i get up to make another drink. When returning, she spills a little of her drink on my shirt. I take it off to dab the bramble gin out of the shirt. While it dries I sit down next to her again. We chat for a moment, joking about whether the spill was planned or not. We pause and sip our drinks. “I’m not a good gauge of whether someone is interested in me or not and can be naive and respectful to a fault. Can I kiss you?” I ask. “Of course, why do you think I splashed my drink”, she grins. I put my drink down, cup her chin in my hand and kiss her passionately, putting light suction on her bottom lip, subtly advising her of the passionate feelings that had developed over the respective dates. We kiss passionately for a while, kissing each other, lightly flicking our tongues and lips with our tongues. I pause and kiss her neck, lightly kissing her ear lobe and then giving some light suction to the nape of her neck. She leads me to the bedroom… the rest… is history.

15 December 2025

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After a nice dinner, Kez and I stopped in at a bar in the Valley (brisbane). Not much seating as plently of people there so grabbed a couple of stools and sat at the bar. I ordered a couple of beers while she went to the bathroom. Nothing out of the ordinary! When she return she sat on her stool, grabbed my hand and gave me her G string. Well didnt I get hard straight away lol She was sitting on the stool, in her dress showing alot of thigh, and obviously now no panties. So as i finish the first beer, i said, 'well you might as weel go take your bra off'. The challenge was accepted and she went back to the bathroom. I was eagerly awaiting her return which didnt take long. I could easily see her hard nipples against her dress. Awesome! was the only thought i had. Being a gentleman i complemented her on the way she looked. And Im sure i wasnt the only one that woul dhave notice those hard nipples, and those sexy legs as she sits back on the stool. By now im pretty well dripping in my pants as we are having a little bit of naughty conversation. I was asking her which guy or guys she would like to fuck at the bar etc. She stood up to stretch her legs. I took this as an opprtunity to slip my hand up her dress and feel her pussy. As she gasped being unprepared, i laughed and said 'someone is a little wet'. She held my hand there and replied 'alot wet'. Sliding one, then a second finger in her pussy, we didnt really care if anyone was noticing. My thumb rubbing her hard clit, it wasnt long before she had to bite down on her hand and i felt her body shudder to orgasm. her face was so red as we looked around but noone was noticably starring at us. That required her to sit back down, relax, and needing another drink while telling me off for doing that to her. How could I get in trouble for that? Another beer was in order while i think of something else......

13 December 2025

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We meet at the small cafe around the corner from my place, both of us running on the fumes of a long day. The street is still radiating warmth from another stinker of a week. The street lights are flickering on, and only a dedicated few are sweating it out at the al fresco tables. You’re leaning back in your chair, one leg crossed over the other, eyes flickering over me as you sip from your glass. It starts as an innocent shift of movement — your heel slipping from your shoe, your foot dragging lazily up my calf as you stretch out your tired feet. You do it absent-mindedly at first, but when I don’t pull away, you press just a little firmer, your toes tracing higher, deliberately now. I give you a look over the rim of my coffee cup, but you only give me a knowing tilt of your head, as if daring me to react. I’m still warm and sticky from the gym, my clothes clinging to my skin and welcoming the sporadic breezes that provide the only relief from the humidity, both on me and all around me. You don’t seem to mind. In fact, the way your foot lingers, teasing against my thigh, tells me you might like it. Mostly it just reminds me I need a shower, which gives me an idea. I reach for your hand, fingers sliding between yours as I stand. There’s no need for pretense — I have a plan, and you can sense it. You squeeze my hand once, falling into step beside me as we go, glancing at me and hoping for an explanation. A short walk, just around the corner, and we’re back at my gym. It’s late enough, and hot enough, that the place looks completely empty, with no staff, no machines, not even the sound of faintly clinking weights. The fans whir and rotate, pushing stale sweaty air for no one. I lead you through the doors, and head toward the lockers, going through the motions as if I were simply finishing a workout, letting the moment stretch just a little longer. You lean casually against the row of lockers, watching me, your mouth smirking with amusement at the where we are and what I might be up to. Once I’m sure the coast is clear, I tip my head toward the hallway. You follow without hesitation, your heels clicking softly against the tiles until we reach the change rooms. I lead us straight to the last cubicle at the end — a spacious shower stall with a small wooden bench and a lockable door. The second the door clicks shut, my hands are on you. I press you back against the tiled wall, my mouth reaching yours in a desperate, searching kiss. We have to be quiet, careful, but that only adds to the heat between us. Also contributing is the heat in the room, untouched by the fans with enough humidity to coat us both with a fresh layer of sweat. My hands slide down your sides, fingertips teasing the edge of your fitted skirt before gripping your ass and pulling you flush against me. Even through my gym shorts, there’s no disguising just how much I love your body, how much I’ve thought about this exact moment and am ready to act on it. Your hands run up my torso, dragging over my stomach, skimming over my chest. You feel how warm, and slightly damp I am, and it feels like we might just melt together. Then, with deliberate intent, your hand drifts lower. You seek out the growing bulge in my shorts, fingers squeezing just enough to make me suck in a sharp breath. I exhale, forehead resting against yours, almost sliding off from the mutual sweat. The thrill of it tingles between us — the risk, the secrecy, the sheer intensity of being here, together, barely restrained. My fingers dig into the fabric of your skirt, gripping your hips as I press you back even harder, unable to stop myself from squeezing just a little more. And we haven’t even turned on the water yet. I tug my shirt over my head, the fabric peeling away from my damp skin. Your hands are on me immediately, fingertips gliding over my stomach, my chest, nails grazing lightly. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, you reach lower, palming the hard outline in my shorts. A grin flickers across your lips as you grab the hem of my shorts and slide them down, watching as they catch momentarily on my erection before finally slipping to the floor. I step out of them, leaving only my underwear between us. Your playfully blank expression looks up at mine as you lower yourself to a crouch, your fingers hooking into the waistband. Instead of pulling them down outright, you tug the elastic with your teeth, snapping it back against my skin before pressing a teasing, almost-too-soft bite to the tip through the fabric. I inhale sharply, my fingers tightening in your hair as you stand again, letting me make the next move. I wrap my arms around you, pulling you close, my lips finding your neck. My hands trace up your back, unhooking your blouse and sliding it from your shoulders, feeling it cling and grab from the sweat as I tug. I enjoy every inch of skin revealed, and you shiver slightly, an incongruous motion in this swampy environment. Your sheer bra barely conceals your hardening nipples, and I make sure to brush past them as I move. You seem to know what I’m thinking, because you arch your back slightly as I reach behind you and unclasp it. You squeeze your shoulders together, letting the straps slip forward until your bra falls away completely, leaving you bare. The faint lines from the fabric remain on your soft skin — a sign of the restraint you’ve been under all day. Now, finally, you’re free, and mine to touch and explore. I press my face to your chest and inhale deeply. You smell incredible — warm, sweaty, faintly sweet, with the lingering traces of perfume. My face is slippery on your chest as my hands cup your breasts, my thumbs circling over your nipples before I lower my lips to kiss them, taking my time, noting the way your breath hitches. Before I can continue, you step back. Your turn. You kneel before me, placing both hands at the waistband of my underwear. Slowly, teasingly, you begin to slide them down. My cock is already hard, the tip just beginning to emerge as you keep an excruciatingly steady pace. When my underwear finally falls, my erection springs free, thick and pulsing from the heat and excitement. You take a moment, letting your eyes roam over me, taking in the faint red lines left on my waist by the fabric. You know how much I hate clothes. You know how much I love this. Your hand wraps around me, firm, confident, and you lean in, your tongue flicking over the tip in a wicked promise of what’s to come. But first, you have something else in mind. You stand, stepping back just enough to let me watch as you reach for the zipper on your high-waisted skirt. I am almost audibly groaning as you slowly peel it down, shimmying it over your hips before lifting it up and over your head. No knickers. You stand before me, completely bare, and I swear I’ve never wanted you more. Without another word, I reach back and turn on the shower. We resist the urge to duck for cover from the icy spray of cold that cuts through the intense heat. Instead we press into each other, gasping for air at the freshness of the temperature, and laughing, almost giggling at the shock. It is a relief to have our own bubble of cooler climate, and as we continue to clasp together we adapt to the cold, or the water warms, and it feels just perfect. Your nipples are insatiably erect, borderline distressed at the cold and the excitement. We affirm our position under the water together and exchange a long, passionate embrace. Our bodies press together, slick with the rushing stream, the heat of our skin contrasting against the cool cascade. I step back, taking in the sight of you beneath the falling water, watching as it rushes over your naked body, plunging down between your breasts, tracing every curve and valley. The droplets glisten against your skin, enhancing the smooth lines of your body, making you even more mesmerising in the dimly lit shower. When I press myself into you again, I watch the water sheet over your back, cascading down and arcing over the perfect swell of your ass before splashing onto the tiled floor. The sensation of your wet, warm skin against mine sends a shiver through me that has nothing to do with the cooling water. With the water still running, I shift forward just slightly, stepping out of the direct stream so it now courses down my back. A light spray surrounds us, misting over our heated skin, cooling us just enough to keep the moment from becoming overwhelming. You drop to your knees before me, your fingers wrapping firmly around my cock. You lean in, your lips parting just enough to slowly drag your tongue along the sensitive head. The feeling is exquisite, the combination of your warm mouth and the cool water making my pulse hammer in my ears. Despite the steady stream of the shower, you taste the salty slickness of my precum on your tongue. The temptation to take me fully into your mouth is strong, but you resist, delaying the moment, teasing me with slow, deliberate licks. You nudge your lips forward, brushing them against my tip, then pulling back just enough to make me ache for more. With one hand wrapped around my shaft, you press a gentle kiss to the very tip before pushing forward, your mouth enveloping my head. I groan softly at the sensation — your lips hot and wet, the pressure just right. My cock is thick and hard against your tongue, filling your mouth. You barely remember to breathe. Sensing my pleasure, you begin to move — slow, measured strokes, taking me in deeper, then retreating, letting yourself breathe before plunging forward again. One hand caresses my stomach, trailing along the ridges of muscle damp with water, while the other moves lower, cupping my balls, tracing backwards, sliding around to my ass, pulling me closer. The sensation is almost too much — I feel like I could come immediately, overwhelmed by the sight of you kneeling before me, the heat of your mouth and the intensity of the moment. For a jarring second, I remember where we are which begets another wave of excitement from the layer of danger underpinning our act. I steady myself, gripping the tiled wall, determined to make this last. But from the warmth of your mouth, the warm water down my back, and your hands in all my favourite places — it’s clear what you want me to do, and I am not going to be able to stop. I have one hand on the back of your head, not pushing but guiding, following your natural motion as you shift back and forth along the shaft. Your tongue rolls around the tip as it passes, each flick and swirl sending shocks of pleasure through me. I am clenching and flexing, moving to climax, my breath coming harder, louder and less controlled. You are in rhythm, and my hips take the cue, pushing back and forth gently to compensate, to match the slow, wet, deliberate movements of your mouth. I don’t even know when, but you are touching yourself while you kneel, fingers working between your legs as you pleasure me. The sight fills me with overwhelming pleasure, and gratitude that you are doing this — not just for me and my pleasure, but for yours as well. Sensing that I am near, I want to give you a cue, to give you the chance to show me the green light. I take hold of my cock, and you respond by parting your lips expectantly. Your eyes meet mine, filled with desire, mixed with some nerves but mostly excitement, the sheer thrill of it all written across your face. Your mouth is open as I stroke myself, my tip flicking against your lips and your tongue. The sensation is purely overwhelming. Your hand is on my butt, gripping firmly, and you feel it clench as I explode into your mouth, onto your tongue. It is hot and wet, and you feel my cock still pulsing with pleasure in your hand as you squeeze every last drop from me, milking out every bit of release as the water continues to cascade around us. I can barely stand as my whole body tenses and then relaxes, my head spins from the temperatures and the steam, and I just want to bring you close to me. I had wanted to be inside you so badly as well. Despite coming, I am still enraptured by your naked body and your pleasure in my explosion. I pull you over to me under the water and kiss you under it (you have tastefully disposed of my come down the drain) but I can taste it on you and feel the pleasure you get from it. We are both still under the water and melting together in the warmth and pleasure. You pivot and press your bum into me, playing the little spoon, and i run my hands over your breasts, clenching on your nipples and letting the warm water trail between your cleavage, straight down to your vulva and your clit, where I place my hand over yours. You guide my hand where to go and we rub together in a slow exploration of where this could yet go. By now we have completely disregarded that we are in a public place, and that — theoretically — anyone could be around, listening or even watching. we take no notice, for we are on an unstoppable path of motion. Within no time we are rubbing furiously in tandem, and the warm water combines with our movement to create a pure, warm wave of satisfaction between your legs. Your hand moves in tight, desperate circles over your clit, and I press a finger inside you, feeling you tremble against me. You’re gripping me, your body drawing me deeper with each movement. I ease a second finger in, feeling the resistance, and the way you shudder against my chest sends a rush of need straight through me. I fall into rhythm with you, my fingers pushing in and out, curling slightly to meet the pulse of your pleasure. Our bodies rock together, friction and pressure building with every breath, and synchronised with our movements I slide a third finger into you, keeping it there as we continue our rhythm. Time disintegrates. I can’t tell if you climax after 10 minutes or 30 seconds. For that time we are locked in mutual touching and feeling, consumed by the sensation, with no barriers to how you and I are smashing together. The outside world ceases to exist, the gym, the risk, the possibility of being heard — it all melts away. We might as well be on another planet, in a solar system all to our own. Even if someone heard us, or saw us, they would they would have no choice but to bear silent witness to our achievement of perfection. When you break — your body clenches around my fingers, every muscle trembling, rigid against me. I am almost holding you off the ground, the way your thighs lock, trapping my hand as you pulse around me in waves, your orgasm tearing through you in shuddering, breathless gasps. I hold you through it, feeling the aftershocks ripple against my fingers, gripping me in desperate, rhythmic contractions. I’m barely breathing, caught between awe and hunger, letting out sounds I don’t even recognise. For a moment, we are so loud that it returns an echo off the tiled walls. The realisation crashes over us, jolting us back to the present. But neither of us move away. Completely spent, we sink into each other, letting the water run over our bodies, supporting each other as our hearts pound in unison. We turn off the water, the sudden quiet bringing us back to the moment. Steam rises in lazy swirls, clinging to our skin as we settle onto the wooden seat, our bodies warm, sated, and heavy with exhaustion. You lean into me, your damp hair sticking to my shoulder, and I press a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead.

13 December 2025

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That morning, before going to work, we were in bed, half-awake. She was lying beside me, her head on my chest, her hand on my stomach, my arms around her. "When was the last time we made love?" she whispered. "I know you'll know." I did. "Last Saturday night after dinner," I replied. "A long time ago," she said. "We need to change that." My girlfriend slipped her hand under my shorts. "Let's see what else is awake," she said, taking my partially erect penis in her hand. With her expert touch and gentle movements, my penis quickly aroused and became fully erect. I pulled off my underwear and rolled onto my side. I knelt beside her legs and pulled her panties down off her feet. I spread her legs and touched her sensitive spot where the moisture was beginning to build up. I lifted her so I could remove her shirt, then gently lowered her and began kissing her softly and slowly on her mouth, neck, and shoulders. I stroked her breasts and nipples with my hands, then kissed and sucked on the same areas. She ran her hands through my hair and massaged my back, her legs wrapped around mine. We could have gone on like this for hours, but eventually we stopped and exchanged glances. My girlfriend caressed one side of my face with one hand, and with the other, she led me back to her peaceful sanctuary. I settled into her arms. Every moment of love with her is special, but the passion of the morning is different. It's slower and more sensual. We can watch each other. We don't feel rushed or burdened by the day's pressures. We remained motionless, enjoying our time together; me inside her, her surrounding me. I kissed her gently again, and began to move rhythmically. We clung to each other's arms. Our eyes met as I began to move faster. Our breathing quickened, and our whispers turned into soft moans. Finally, she arched her back and closed her eyes. A sigh of pleasure escaped her as desire washed over her. It was more than I could handle, so I moaned and released my load into her. I collapsed in her arms, trembling as the last of me escaped. She held me tenderly as I caught my breath. After a few minutes, I stood and kissed her again before pulling away. We shared one last kiss and smiled before parting to begin a new day—a good one indeed.❤️

13 December 2025

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It was a hot and sticky afternoon walking along the bush track, and I mean sticky, like definite storm weather. My shirt clung to my body, my jeans felt like a thick layer of skin, even my boxers stuck to my legs and around my cock pulling it tight against my body. The feeling of it pulling my cock against my body actually felt good, too good.. I couldn't help think about that feeling and thinking about it was making my cock hard, noticeably hard to anyone that might look. But surely no one was going to look there? There weren't many people around anyway and those that were seemed to be in a hurry to leave. No one wanted to be trapped out here if a storm hit, no one but me. I Love the outdoors in a storm, it's so sexually arousing. Maybe that was adding to this feeling in my pants. That's when I realised she was watching me. She was about 5 1/2 ft tall, blue eyes, brown wavy hair, and a big smile made from the fullest set of lips ive ever seen. She was wearing a short blue dress, too short by far for bush walking. You could see the tops of her legs and just make out purple frilled panties underneath. That's when I realised she was looking at me staring at her there. I couldn't help it but my cock felt so hard now and it was throbbing. She slowly walked toward me and I was frozen. I couldn't move, except for my cock that was still throbbing harder than ever. She was right in front of me now and reached down and pulled off her panties. I was stunned. From under her dress I could see a larger than usual cock. I didn't know what to think or say, so I didn't. I did notice my cock was so hard and I couldn't believe how horny I was at that moment. I've never looked at nor thought of a man's cock. But then this wasn't a man's cock was it? I slowly put my hand forward and touched her, I held her cock and it felt so nice. She undressed me and lay me down on the grass then say in front of me on top of me with her large beautiful cock touching my face. I kissed it. It was heaven. Then she slid her cock between my lips into my mouth and I loved it. I ate her cock until she came and god did she taste so good. She sat on my cock after that and we fucked and fucked with the storm by then raging around us and making us feel like animals and fucking like beasts of the forest. At the moment i started to cum she bit me, slowly and deep, it was incredible, I just exploded and lost it and so did she. We were wild for those few moments and free. We kept fucking and playing with each other until the storm was over. It was the first best day of my life. We're together now, we know there could be no others that would do for us. We are one and nothing could break that bond we share. Our life together is incredible and our sex life is fantastic and every storm we go bushwalking. I am a new being and my mind has forever been opened.

12 December 2025

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As the fog of sleep slowly cleared from my mind I became aware of my surroundings. The sun was streaming through cracks in the curtains, lighting a beautiful scene. A naked Lucia was bending down on her hands and knees, gently stroking my balls and kissing the velvety tip of my cock, which was rapidly hardening. Her hair hung like a curtain, tickling the shaft as she moved her soft lips over my foreskin. What a way to wake up! It was so wonderful I didn’t want to break the spell so pretended to still be asleep, and watched through ¾ closed eyes as she worshipped my dick. My foreskin half rolled back as my cock grew to full hardness and I watched her slowly and gently run the tip of her tongue up the full length of my shaft and back down again to my balls, loving the contrast between the soft skin and the now iron-hard flesh beneath. She kissed my balls and slowly, softly, sucked one in to her mouth as she wrapped those beautiful hands round my dick. This was almost too much to bear, I gave a sharp intake of breath which I tried to stifle as she rolled my ball around inside her wet mouth. As she moved her tongue back up towards my tip, my whole cock, and it felt like my whole body, was now quivering with desire. Then she wrapped her hand around my shaft again and gently rolled my foreskin the rest of the way down, fully exposing the fat head, and studied it for what felt like a minute but was probably a second or two, then reached out her tongue, touched the super sensitive spot under the head, and ran her tongue all around the head, lubing it up, and planted a big fat kiss right on the hole. She breathed, warm breath making my head twitch, opened her beautiful mouth and slowly, ever so slowly, engulfed the whole head of my cock, the hot, wet pocket of her mouth sucking me in. It was too much. I groaned, I couldn’t help it, and my hips thrust up involuntarily, desperate to push myself deeper into my mouth. She pulled off quickly and gave me a devilish look under her hair. “You’re awake!” she cried. I shrugged, grinned, and said “Yeah, for a couple of minutes now.” “Cheeky bastard!” she laughed, throwing a pillow at me, and giggled. I reached out to her as she crawled up the bed into my arms and kissed her hard on the mouth. We breathed in each others’ scent, looked at each other and both smiled, remembering the wild night before. I looked around at the ruined sheets, scattered clothes, underwear and shoes on the floor and grinned. The memories made my still hard cock twitch against her thigh. “Mmm” she murmured, wrapping her hand round it, “I’m remembering too. What a night.” I ran my hand down over her back and flank and then her gorgeous rump. She shifted, moving her leg up which I figured was to give me access so I took the advantage she wanted me to, touching her pussy lips. She shivered. Her lips were slightly swollen, soft and slick. “I showered,” she whispered, “but you guys pumped so much cum in me I can feel it still coming out” “Want more?” I asked, “I don’t think I’ve finished with you yet.” She didn’t answer, just wrapped her arm round the back of my head and kissed me with a wide open mouth. I responded, and moved my hand off her pussy and up to her delicious boob, holding it, cupping it, feeling its weight and running my thumb over her stiffening nipple as we snogged. She wriggled against me, tightening her grip on my dick and started to slowly jack it back to full hardness. She talked at me between deep kisses: “Put this… beautiful thing… where it belongs… in me… don’t mess about… just fuck me… I need you inside me… now!” She rolled on her back, opened her thighs wide to receive me, and pulled me on top of her without ever letting go of my cock. Then gave just one or two rubs over her lips, placed me at her hole, and pushed her hips at me, taking the tip in. Then it was my turn. I gave it to her in one slow, deep thrust, all the way in to my balls, loving the way her lips parted with a slight gasp as I bottomed out in her. Her pussy was intoxicating… hot and wet. We started to fuck, not super fast but sensuously, deep powerful thrusts as I ground myself against her clit, kissing all the time. She lifted and opened her thighs further to urge me in even deeper, pussy walls rippling and clenching against my cock. Despite the battering Mike and I had given it the night before, her pussy was still beautifully tight against my girth. She started rolling her hips against each thrust to catch her clit at just the right angle. I felt I could feel every ridge and vein on my cock each time I thrust it into her tightness as she gripped me. Lucia started gasping, her chest flushing as she started to reach her peak. She gripped me harder with her hand, digging her nails into my back and then moving down to grab my arse, pulling me into her. “Don’t stop don’t stop,” she gasped, “keep doing that I’m going to come.” I knew she was close from the feeling on my cock. Her depths were opening up, getting suddenly hot and wet and open, just as the entrance to her pussy was tightening even further. It was like her womb was sucking me into her. My balls were swinging, smashing against her ass as she lifted her thighs even higher one last time, shuddered, grabbed my arse and rammed me into her for one final thrust. “Aaaaaaaahhhhhh omigod omigod omigod,” she cried as her pussy convulsed round my cock, “yes yes yes yes yes!” I rode her through her orgasm, not needing my own release yet but just marvelling at this beautiful mature woman in the depths of her ecstasy. Mike was a lucky guy. Eventually she came down from her high and kissed me. My still hard cock slipped out of her now gaping gash, slick with her juices and we decoupled. She shook her hair, smiled at me, and reached out for the bedside cabinet - then passed me her phone and some lube. “Time for you to make your own video for you and Mike,” she said with one eyebrow arched, then rolled over and stuck her magnificent rump in the air. ****************************************** I’d ‘met’ Mike and Lucia online through a hook up site. I’d only been looking for online chat and so had they, but we had a mutual interest in experimenting with wife swapping & watching; I’d dabbled myself with my wife Jackie in the past. Mike and Lucia were a touch older than us but not outrageously so. We all 4 of us chatted in various combos, some of it just small talk and some of it turning each other on. The chat got racier as time went on. Mike especially expressed his desire to see Lucia take a big cock. What really did it for him was seeing his conservative Italian wife turn into a raging slut. And once she’d seen my pictures, she became obsessed with the idea of taking me up her arse. She’d only done anal with Mike and his dick wasn’t short, but it was pretty slim. In our messaging she said she wanted to be ‘absolutely split wide open’. In the end she sent me a video of Mike doing her tight hole with a well lubed dildo, just with the message ‘Wish you were here’. That was it for me, I decided we’d have to make this happen so we made arrangements to meet. Their kids were grown up so they were happy to host but at the last minute J couldn’t make it and I thought we’d have to cancel but she sent me with her blessing. We’d both played together and apart in the past so we were cool with it. I’d met with M&L in a cocktail bar and we’d instantly hit it off in person, and Mike and I had taken his wife home and fucked her senseless before all collapsing and sleeping together. He’d had to get up for work but had told me to take my time… and to take his wife. So that’s what had led me to where I was now: with my dick about to be buried to the hilt in the gorgeous mature arse of a dark Italian beauty. *********************************** My cock instantly twitched back to full hardness, the head straining through my foreskin. This sight gets me going like no other - a beautiful, mature woman offering herself up. I don’t know what it is - the slightly submissive nature of the act… the wonderful visuals… the anticipation of imminently being enveloped in her. Maybe it’s all of the above. I bent down and kissed the small of her back, feeling the almost imperceptible down there, and she shivered. I kissed around her peachy arse, imperceptibly breathing on her pussy but not touching it with my lips or my tongue yet, building the anticipation. She was pushing her bum towards me, begging me to tongue her. Finally after circling round I relented and placed the flat tip of my tongue at the base of her cunt as I looked at it and pushed it forward onto her clit. She grunted. Then I ran my tongue all the way up, spreading and splitting her pussy lips, to her perineum and finally her tight little arsehole. I made my tongue tip into a point and pushed it in. “Oooooohhhhhh,” she moaned, ‘yes, more.” I’ve been used to sneaking oral stimulation of a woman’s perineum & arsehole in the past – it often (usually?) really gets many going if they’re hot enough, forbidden fruit and all that – but sometime you have to flick away before they realise what you’re doing. But this woman was offering her rear up, she wanted this, so there were no such qualms. I rimmed her for minutes, licking round her arse and pushing my tongue in, occasionally moving back down to her pussy and tasting her juice, then back up to her ring to use that juice to lube and open her up. This gave me free access to invade her pussy with my fingers and I started thrusting one then two fingers into her, rippling over her G spot as my tongue kept up the oral assault. She was mewing and clutching at her tits with one hand, twisting her nipple hard. Eventually I pulled away and knelt up close, my cock like an iron bar and throbbing against her behind. “Pussy first,” she whispered, “then stretch me out a bit before you try the back door” I got up on my knees, lined up my fat helmet with her opening, and sank my cock into her soaking, hot pussy with one deep thrust. I closed my eyes at the wonderful feeling and left myself buried to the hilt, as she pushed back trying to get me even deeper into her. Then slowly pulled out and rammed home again, hearing her juices squelch and ramming the air out of her lungs. I lubed up my fingers and spread lube all around her beautiful arsehole, before easing one finger in…I could feel my cock moving in her on the other side of the membrane separating those beautiful holes. A few strokes of my finger and I could feel her arse relaxing and gently pulsing against my finger. I got some more lube and eased a second finger into her. Not moving it yet until her hole got used to the girth then gently easing it in and out with my cock still buried in her cunt. “I think I’m ready to take you up my arse,” she gasped. “go slow.” I pulled my cock from her, glistening with her juices, and as I pulled my fingers from her rear entrance replaced it with the tip of my cock. Her arsehole visibly shrank back. I reached for the lube again and slathered the head of my cock with it then pushed very gently forward. “Unnnhhhh,” she groaned. I pushed in half inch by half inch, marvelling at the sight of her ring stretching and expanding to take my thick shaft. With every thrust, every deeper penetration, she scrabbled at the sheets with her hands. Finally I was in her to the hilt, my balls resting against her slick, wet pussy. I swear I could feel it pulsing against them. She reached back and put her hand on my hip, an unspoken need to let her get used to being ‘split wide open’. I could feel her opening and relaxing further as if she was sucking my cock in to her tightest hole. I didn’t move, other than the throbbing of my cock with every heartbeat. I could feel her hole spreading so very slowly to accommodate my girth. I picked up the phone to film our coupling POV style, pointing down at where my cock was joined to her arse. After what seemed an age – a delicious, sensual age - she was ready. “Mmnnnnnnn,” she purred, “now you can start fucking me.” Her wish was my command. I took it slow and continued to dribble more lube to our coupling point. As my shaft pulled out of her it swirled around, then with each gentle stroke in it would be more worked in to her. However powerful my urges, I let her dictate the pace. I wanted this to be the best fuck she’d ever had. She started pushing back on to me, showing she wanted it harder and faster so I made my strokes longer and deeper. Now with each thrust the breath was being knocked from her. She reached under her and scraped her nails along my balls as they mashed against her pussy. Trying to video this with my sap rising when I wanted to be grabbing her hips and starting to ram her properly was getting a bit bloody difficult to be honest and she sensed it. She pulled forward and my cock pulled out of her arse with a ‘pop’, leaving it gaping open – I mercifully caught this sight on the video before I tossed the phone to the side. I’d had enough of filming and wanted to get lost in the fucking. She rolled over and lifted her legs high and wide and beckoned me back to her with that beautiful sweet smile. I grabbed her thighs just above the knee and rolled her hips up, and put my cock head right back at the tight hole it had just vacated. She nodded at me urgently, and I pushed in forcefully, giving her half my cock in the first thrust. Despite her being already stretched out, her eyes still rolled in her head and she groaned loudly. I grabbed for more lube, pulled out again, poured lube on her arse and my cockhead and rammed back in, hard. This time I went in to the hilt and her thighs shuddered in my hands. I dropped my hands to the bed with my shoulder now bracing against her thighs and started to fuck her arse. Long and deep strokes to start and then getting harder and harder. She was completely stretched open now and losing it, and could take me pounding her as hard as I had her cunt the night before. Her beautiful soft tits were rolling around as I nailed her looking deep into her eyes as her red lips parted. I had still had loads of lube on my hands so moved one thumb to her clit and started rolling it around as I fucked her rear. She started urgently nodding at me and pulled at my hips and a deep flush rose over her chest. I dipped my lube covered thumb down to, then into her soaking pussy and then scooped the combined sticky mess on to her clit and pushed hard this time as I rolled my thumb. Instantly she threw her head back, eyes closed, and clutched hard at my hips. “Gonna cum!” she yelled, “come with me, come with me.” She started shuddering, pushed her hips up towards the ceiling and squirted, spraying juice all over the root of my cock where I was still forcing it into her hole. I couldn’t hold back, I grabbed her thighs, rammed my cock in as deep as I could go and roared like a lion. After the previous night, I was pretty empty so whilst I’d love to say I pumped a massive load up her, it was in reality 2 or 3 squirts but the orgasm was an intense as if I’d unloaded a full pair of balls. We were clutching at each other, shaking and shuddering, but after the first blast of intensity looking into each others eyes in pure pleasure. As my softening cock dropped from her hole, I grabbed for the phone again and snapped a photo of my cum weeping from her stretched ring, I knew Mike wanted to see this. I realised the video recording had still been running. I’m sure there was no vision from where I’d tossed it, but it would have caught all the sounds of the last 5 minutes of our fuck. A smile played over my lips as I thought how fucking erotic that would be for Mike.

10 December 2025

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Your body as I’ve close my eyes I can see your sexy body gracefully glide past me in your sexy summer dress with nothing underneath, I catch a glimpse of your sexy naked figure underneath, I follow you out to the back deck where you drop your dress revealing your beautiful naked body. I watch you as you lie down on my massage table on your front showing off your beautiful body and your sexy bum. I then tip massage oil slowly down your back to your toes, I then slide my big strong hands firmly along your sexy legs with my hand touching inside and outside of your legs all the way up to your beautiful bum, where I firmly massage for a few minutes before firmly and slowly run my hands up your back up to your shoulders and firmly rubbing your neck with one hand before sliding my hands all over your back down to your beautiful bum and thighs, massaging down the your thighs, my hands are so big that they reach across your thigh to the inside of your thighs sliding my fingers closer and closer to your vagina before ever so slightly touching before I pull away, sliding across your bum and hips, sliding up to your lower back then from side to side up your waist to your upper back slightly touching the sides of your breasts. Then, helping you turn over revealing your naked body to me as I slow tip oil all over your breasts lightly rubbing it in as it moves down your tummy onto your thighs and down your legs, slowly with my big strong hands I start rubbing from your toes up your legs up to your knee where I pull your knee up and slowly rub down your thighs all the way down your inner thigh, every now and then touching your labia with my finger tips, then sliding my hands slowly up your beautiful body just sliding past your breasts and down your arms to your hands totally covering your body in oil and then slowly and firmly sliding my big hands back to your breasts adding more oil and firmly massage all over them lightly squeezing your nipples between my fingers, with one hand I then slowly sliding down across your belly down between your legs to your vagina were I rub around the outside before slowly stroking both labia between my fingers, I slowly part your legs showing off your beautiful vagina, were I continue rubbing up to your clit gentle with my fingers followed by my tongue I can feel it as you start to shudder, as your about to climax slowly sliding my finger inside your opening where I slowly move my finger around your g spot all the while licking your clit, until you can stand it no more and collapse in pleasure and beg me to stop. After a while I help you to your feet and help you to a hot shower to wash the oil off, I rub body wash all over your back and down your body and down your legs, turning you around to rinse the back, I continue to foam up your the inside and outside of your legs, to your waist slowly, while pressing your vagina into my face allowing me to lick your clit, while my hands explore your beautiful body, I grab your bum pulling you into my open mouth, while my tongue licks around your clit, you slightly lean back against the wall and lift one leg onto my shoulder as my tongue plays with your clit and I slides into your vagina before going back to your clit…

8 December 2025

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Last week I met a guy at his home office. An architect working from home. He sent me lots of pics of his 8inch uncut shlong, that kept me keen to feel it. After some chatting I got dressed. He said he always fantasised about receiving head under his office table. I crawled from the door of his office to under his desk. Just wearing boxers I could see he was already hard. I started bitting his shaft through his boxers. I pulled them down and his dick flung out at attention. I licked and sucked his balls for a while and did long licks up his shaft licking all sides. When I put his head in my mouth I could taste the excitement. I went down as far as I could and relaxed and went a bit further, I could feel the head of his cock enter my throat. So I did my favourite thing suck from the tip to throating it. After doing that slowly for about 20mins, he said let me put it up ya. I got up and he turned me around and bent me over the desk. He lifted my mini skirt up and started to slap his dick on my but cheeks. He put a condom on and lube and pulled my g-string down to my stockings, he then tried to put it in my arse. He squeezed the head in pulled it out and again put the head in plus an inch then said I'm cumming. He said that's so tight and sexy I couldn't stop myself from blowing... so my anal experience after 4yrs was 8 seconds. He wants to see me again but is married and rarely available.

7 December 2025

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It was my first time and I lost my virginity. The woman I slept with was the hottest girl in the uni unit. I've heared numerous stories on how peoples first times all typically go bad so I prepped myself emotionally for any dissapointment. It was once I undressed infront of someone for the firsr time and saw a gorgeous woman jaw drop to my hung cock drop heavy as it curved up as if pointing at her, that I first felt confident in the sense of conquest. That night we fucked from 8:30pm all the way to 6am the next day (with 5 min breaks for water/gatorade) I held my cum in for over an hour, for a moment it felt like my cum leaked out slightly. But for her she expressed the large burning sensation of semen that filled up her insides that I stretched, how much it flooded her womb. But I wasn't done, it felt simply like a leak for me, not a orgasm. So as she thought it was over and her body twitched severely from all her climaxes. I kept fucking that woman til her pale as a ghost face turned red and her eyes rolled back all the way to heaven. Ending off with cumming in her mouth. I continued to relieve her where her bf failed to do. In the cinema, at the park during the night, everywhere. And it was always over an hour.

6 December 2025

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I’ve known Jessica for years. We were colleagues for about 5 years and worked extremely closely together. It was a real meeting of minds, a mutual admiration society of our equally important but complementary skills, and we made a great team, nailing some serious deals and making very good money for the firm and ourselves in the process. It also helped that we had the hots for each other, and I’m sure we both knew – I certainly had no doubt, although we’d never spoken about it. The buzz of attraction really gave our business dynamics an edge and I’m sure it was a part of our success.   We’d never acted on it either, despite plenty of opportunity on business trips. Both of us were happily married and we knew each others’ spouses too, socializing on semi regular occasions.   I left the company we both worked for and set up on my own. At some point I had every intention of bringing her in as a partner and even chose a name that would work if that happened, but she needed to take a brave pill to make the jump. We still caught up regularly, having lunch every 3-4 months and her & hubs would come to our annual summer garden party.   These lunches……very quickly they became equal parts business chat and flirting sessions. We were both – again without anything being said, it didn’t need to be – engaged in an arms race of dressing up to impress our erstwhile ‘partner’. With every meeting we’d both be trying harder to look our most attractive. I knew this was a dangerous game but we still hadn’t even said anything to each other, let alone touched each other. It almost became a source of pride that we hadn’t.   Until this week, that is.   We’d arranged to meet outside the metro station near her office and go somewhere from there. I’d put on my best, most flattering shirt and best suit and liberally doused myself in my most bedroom aftershave. I spotted her as soon as I reached the top of the escalator and grinned. The arms race was continuing. She had one a snugly fitting skirt suit and silky blouse, the most ridiculous heels ever – she’s only 5’1” and these were at least 4” high – and, as I got closer, I could see quicky from the telltale slight slackness at ankle and knee she had non hold-up stockings on her legs, not tights. Her jacket obscured her hips but I knew if it didn’t, the suspender straps would be obvious too. My cock instantly twitched and I laughed to myself.   We kissed and hugged our hellos and picked a restaurant. Lunch was great – the usual chat and connection, with heavy flirting. So far, so normal, we’ve done this lots of times. She looked great – she’s mostly Greek, her brown skin looked wonderful and we were doing our usual laughing, smiling and banter.   As we left she said ‘I’ve got a new proper office, want to come and say Hi to people and see it?”   “Sure, sounds great,” I replied   There wasn’t anything in this – totally innocent at this stage, just with the usual underlying buzz. We walked into her office building and hit the lift button for the 17th floor.   I honestly hadn’t planned anything, but as the lift door closed my hand touched hers purely by accident. It was like an electric shock. She audibly gasped and I looked at her. The mutual lust was instantly there, irresistible. Another intake of breath and I saw her boobs visibly *shiver*. I looked down and saw past the gape of her jacket her right tit quivering, with a very obvious, very erect nipple – and no bra. At that point I was gone. My eyes flicked up to hers and locked, her lips parted, and I could not hold back. I reached for her and kissed her hard, mashing my lips into hers as she melted into my arms. Bloody hell. Our tongues tangled as we kissed each other passionately, urgently, with wet, open mouths.   As the lift slowed we pulled ourselves apart and just looked at each other deep in lust, both breathing heavily. We swept in to the floor and it was quiet. A decision was made, by both of us. She looked around, saw no one around, looked at me and flicked her head towards a door.   “My new office,” she said, “Come on.”   As we stepped towards it she put her hand in mine, shaking slightly, then pulled at my hand urgently, into her office and I kicked the door shut without letting go of her.   I pulled her to me, turned her round and kissed her again, we had hands everywhere, in each others hair, on each others’ backsides, holding each others faces. I tried to push my leg between hers but her skirt was too tight, she wriggled against my pants feeling my need for her as she rubbed against my cock. I shrugged my jacket off and tossed it on the floor and kissed her neck, making her gasp as I snaked my hand inside her jacket too.   I ripped her jacket open not caring for the button, which flew off into the corner, and tugged her jacket down and off. She pushed her chest at me, nipples now clearly straining at the blouse which was – the arms race again – a size too small. So this is where it had got us. She’d come out braless to get herself hot while we flirted.   I’d had no thought as to what she was like in ‘bed’ but her response so far was screaming sub, of wanting to be pushed around. I could do that. I spun her round and kissed the nape of her neck as I snaked my hands up under her blouse and on to her ripe, quivering tits. She shivered and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as I nuzzled it.   With my left hand still mauling her boobs I moved my right hand outside her blouse and slipped the buttons open for better access. I kissed and sucked her earlobe as I moved my right hand back to her right tit and squeezed and twisted her hard nipple, eliciting a gasp. She was showing all the signs of a woman who liked it a bit rough and wanted to be nailed, hard. We were both well past the point of no return. She didn’t need much in the way of foreplay, I just needed to be inside her.   With a hand on the back of her neck I pushed her down over her desk and pulled madly at her skirt trying to ruck it up over her hips. As I pulled it over her arse I got my next surprise – no panties. She’d come out for lunch deliberately without underwear. No wonder she was horny. I growled my approval.   “You little fucking tart. You came out naked under your clothes to turn yourself on.”   She didn’t say anything but was gasping and wriggling her arse backwards, pushing it up and out as, released from the confines of her skirt, she parted her legs. Her pussy lips were visibly wet and gaping, peeking out at me from a nest of dark hair. I raised my hand over her arse and bright it down sharply, smacking her just lightly this first time. She groaned and wriggled, pushing her arse further out towards me, an open invitation. I smacked her again, harder this time, leaving a red mark on her brown mediterranean skin.   The charge of the situation demanded action, not words. I unzipped and pulled my pants down and got my cock ready for action. She was literally wriggling her bum at me and opening her legs even wider. Planting one hand on the small of her back I ran one finger down from her arsehole and over her pussy lips, feeling how soaking she was, then back up and pushed it in roughly. She moaned. Withdrawing my finger I made it two and pushed back in. Fuck she was tight. She moaned again as I pushed deep inside her. Fuck she was wet. I pulled my fingers out and sucked her juice from them. Unbelievably sweet and delicious, my cock hardened even more but I had to taste her properly.   I pushed her over even harder and held her there as I brought my mouth to her bum, quivering with a slight downy covering and my fingers entered her again. Then ran my tongue down, over her arsehole and down to her pussy as I pulled my fingers out and on to her clit as my tongue entered her hole. She was mewing and pushing at me, she tasted fucking fantastic but the angles weren’t easy. She just needed cock at this point and I wasn’t big on messing around either. I stood, licked my fingers clean and planted the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy.   As my tip opened her folds I realized she hadn’t even seen my cock, let alone touch or suck it, that’s how fast we were moving. The whole thing was so fucking erotic my cock was like an iron bar and as big as it’d ever been. I grinned. I’ve always been proud of my girth and I knew from my fingers just how tight this woman was. She was going to get a bit of a shock here.   I took one last, long look at my friend’s arse, squirming around as she tried to push herself back on to me, framed with her suspenders and stockings, almost as if I was trying to take a picture with my mind. Then I rammed my cock half way in. She squealed   “Ahhhhh!”, she cried, “go slow, go slow.”   I gave her inch after inch, forcing her open. I’d never felt a cunt so tight and wet. With each thrust forward she gasped, with each pull back her lips grasped at my shaft. Finally I bottomed out in her and held myself deep in my best friend’s wet hole.   “Fuck that’s thick”, she gasped, “Fucking hell. So good.”   I just stayed buried in her, not moving, revelling in the feeling of her hot pussy firmly grasping my shaft, revelling in the sight of my friend’s, my colleague’s arse splayed wide with my cock buried deep in her. She was squirming her hips trying to feel me as deep as she could.   “Fuck yourself on to me,” I ordered   Bracing her hands on the desk she pulled forward. The visuals of her lips pulling at my cock were incredible. Then pushed back on to me hard, giving out an ‘ooff’ as her arse hit my body. Then again, pulling forward further this time and rotating her hips to feel my cock opening her up before shoving back and impaling herself. She started fucking me, using me like a live dildo, with every hard shove back knocking the air from herself. For me this was amazing, her pussy was running with juice and her tight hole was like a hot soaking wet glove gripping my hand. After one really hard shove back she stopped, her head laid sideways on the desk, lips parted, gasping for air.   “More,” I commanded, “Keep fucking yourself, use my cock.”   “Nnnnnnnn,” she moaned, “can’t. Close already.”   I couldn’t believe she was close to coming already but OK, my turn I guess. I put my hands on her hips and pushed them forward to open her wide, pulled back and then rammed back in, thrusting so hard her foot came off the floor. She yelled out loud.   “Fuck me, Rob. Please fuck me. Fuck I need this. Just don’t cum in me,” she gasped   I battered her. I can’t find another word for it, I was fucking her so hard. Her desk was shaking and moving, her hands scrabbling at the top for purchase as I rammed into her again and again. I picked up her right leg and pushed it on to the desk so she was opened even wider for my assault. The sight of her shoe on the desk, her stockings pulling around all over the place, her arse rippling and shoving back on to me to meet my thrusts drove me on ever harder and that pushed her over the edge.   She yelled, made one last attempt to grab the desk and push herself back on to me as her cunt pulsed and clenched round my shaft, a squirt of juices soaking my balls as she shuddered through a huge cum, pushing herself back on to me in time with the pulsations in her pussy.   Her legs practically collapsed from her orgasm and there was no way we could keep going in this position, the position was tough enough as it was with her being a short girl. I pulled out, picked her up and spun her round, hoisting her with hands under her arse like a rag doll and dropped her behind on to her desk as she flopped back on to it.   This was better. Her lack of height wasn’t an issue like this. I pushed her legs high and wide and re-entered her. Again she was deliciously tight and wet, her eyes widened as I the fat head of my cock forced her open and then sank deep into her hot, wet folds. She pushed herself up and looked down to where we were coupled and her eyes went wide. I realized this was the first time she’d even seen the cock that had just made her cum so hard.   “So big!” she cried ,“fuck me fuck me fuck me!”   After she’d cum that first time she was wet, open, gaping and I ploughed her relentlessly. Her juices squirted round my shaft with every powerful thrust, running down on to my balls as they smashed into her arse. The feeling of nylon moving around under my hands as I held her thighs just above the knee as I pounded her was intoxicating. My eyes travelling along her legs to her arched feet and crazy heels pointing at the ceiling and quivering, driving me on to fuck her ever harder.   She moved her legs even wider open and her feet down, using them to pull on my hips and pull me into her relentlessly, the cool leather of her shoes felt amazing on my arse as my cock started swelling and I got close to the point of no return.   She could see in my face and feel in the urgency of my thrusts I was getting close. I wanted this fuck to last for ever but its passion and power was a large part of why it was so damn good so I wasn’t holding back.   “Go on,” she gasped at me with a husky voice, “your turn, your turn, cum for me, cum with me.”   I could feel the sap rising in my balls and couldn’t hold back. Remembering what she’d said earlier I half-heartedly tried to pull out but she shook her head violently, grabbed for me and pulled me deep into her, and locked her heels on to my arse pulling me deep into her   ‘NO!’ she shouted, but she meant yes, she couldn’t help herself, nodding urgently at me.   Fuck. I buried myself balls deep and exploded. She locked eyes with me with a joyous look as she felt my powerful spurts as I emptied my balls in her, 7 or 8 huge gouts of cum smashing into her womb. Her heels were pulling my hips into her as hard as I was shoving myself in to the absolute hilt, and my spurting sperm sent her over the top again and I felt her cunt clenching and unclenching on my shaft, milking me dry.   We both came down, shuddering, eventually. We looked at each other and with the lust sated, knew we had crossed a massive line.   “A one off” she gasped. “We can’t – ever – do this again.”   I just nodded. I felt guilty but elated at the same time. I didn’t want to uncouple, if my cock was only going to be in this woman once I didn’t want it to end. But I knew she was right. Eventually nature made its own move and my softening cock slipped out of her and my cum gushed from her open pussy and fell on to her desk “Fuck,” she said, “what a mess.”   I knew she meant it in more than one way. And she was right with that too. We cleaned ourselves and each other up and sorted our dress out   That was last week. I’ve already wanked myself stupid on at least 5 occasions since, remembering the absolute urgent lust and incredible feelings of finally fucking my mate. I know it’s wrong but I still can’t stop.

4 December 2025

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He dreamt of the next meeting, as his fantasy flew through his mind, laying on his bed the ceiling slowly becoming a giant movie screen, he saw it all so clearly. …It was not the first time they had been together - this time it felt special it felt electric this time she would scream with her release, no sweet muffled moans of pleasure or tiny squeaks of delight this time she would explode her voice filling the bedroom. …after the usual pleasantries of meeting he led her to the bedroom, there face to face, eyes exploring each other, they smiled - she went to speak and he put his finger to her lips. Shh - and shook his head - there was no need for talk. She understood completely. He walked around her as she stood at the end of the bed - his hands exploring her, caressing her, the smooth feel of that summer dress like silk on his fingers, he paused for a moment and circled her now erect nipple - he looked at her and watched her eyes close as he squeezed her breasts first one then both. He circled her again this time dropping her dress to the floor as he went , to reveal a white lacy body suit, he sighed “oh yes” He came close they kissed, gently their tongues dancing tip to tip as he caressed her stomach in little circles with the back of his hand, moving down to rest on the warm mound at the top of her long legs. He took his clothes of leaving only his jocks and then peeled off her body suit and buried his face in the damp crotch area and drew in a large breath with his nose, as he watched her eyes, smiling, he savoured her aroma and the scent and the taste only a sweet cunt can give. He gently lay her in her back and proceeded to spread her legs and arms till a star shape had formed - again he raised his finger to her lips shhh. She smiled with such anticipation. He took her hand and placed it on his now hardening cock “squeeze” he whispered - she willingly obeyed. He moved to the end of the bed and gently secured her ankles and then her wrists - she was all his now - every hole every inch of her soft sweet flesh - with every touch the warm sweet folds between her now spread legs glistened with wetness - he couldn’t resist any longer- he took one finger - wiped upwards slowly, lingeringly, then slipped it into his mouth, their eyes met and now let us begin he said. The vision on his ceiling slowly faded and he drifted off to sleep, certain he could still taste her as the darkness engulfed him. Cheers Noels

4 December 2025

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I was watching a video of SpaceX’s fascility at Boca Chica, Texas the other day when they showed the weight test bags hanging from the Chopsticks on the Launch Tower. Most people commented that they looked like “balls” as in testicles but they more reminded me of a woman’s tits I once had the privilege of fondling. This happened when I was about 50. I had been on AMM perving at big tits to wank to and messaging the occasional woman to see if they were interested in a few horny messages. I usually got knocked back but I have had some good exchanges over the years and met up with a few women as a result. This one woman was about ten years older than me and married. Hubby didn’t know about her being on AMM which was fine but she just wanted to talk dirty and to show off her tits to anyone who cared to view them. As I said I was looking for tits to wank over and someone messaging you whose tits you can see is so much better than general perving. I had a lady friend that I was boning at the time from another web site and so we both knew that we dabbled with others. This woman from AMM had asked more than once if I liked her tits and she had given me access to her private gallery. I told her that I did indeed like her tits and that I had expended quiet a few violent jerks of cum whilst ogling them. She seemed delighted that I had orgasmed over seeing her tits on the screen. Hearing that, I decide to try my luck and proposition her. She asked me what I had in mind and so I told her directly that I wanted to fuck her. She seemed a little taken aback as she went quiet and didn’t reply to my message. I think a few days went by and a message appeared. She had gone away and thought about it and said that she wanted to remain faithful to her husband and so she would not have sex with me (her words not mine), but if I liked her tits so much she would have me to her place when hubby was at work so that I could meet her tits in person. I was in my bargaining mode period back then and so I stuck to my guns and insisted on boning her. More silence re messages. A few days later she messaged again. I had just come home from work I think and so when I saw her message I was excited to say the least. Mind you it might have been her telling me to get lost but any message back then was exciting and really got my cock interested. I used to love getting home from work and going onto my computer to see who (if anyone) had messaged me on AMM. I wanked myself sore regularly back in those days and had to abstain until the knob recovered several times. She reiterated that she wouldn’t fuck me but suggested that she suck me instead. I can’t remember ever turning down a blow job and so I accepted her terms and showed up at the arranged time at her house down at Heathcoat in Sydney’s South. Her house backed onto the National Park and was quite secluded although the neighbours would have been able to see me as I walked up the path to the house. She answered the door with a big smile and dressed in a loose fitting top/smock sort of thing and slacks. The smile sort of faded. I don’t whether she was put off because I was ugly (although she had seen my face photo) or by my 6’3” height as she was 5’4” if that or maybe it was just the fact that I was standing there and she was almost obliged to flash her tits to a complete stranger. She was solidly built and must have had twenty kilos on me and it looked good on her. She was average to quiet, certainly not outgoing but I like that. She led me into the lounge dining room and stood in the center of the room and I stood in front of her. There were no niceties like “would you like a tea or coffee?” it was straight into it. Even as she stood there she was slightly thrusting out her chest and the smock was doing its best to cover what must have been (and are) big tits. I can’t remember what was said but it would have been something like “well, it is nice to meet you at last” but mid sentence I reached forward and held one of her tits (and magnificent it was!) as I continued to finish my sentence. Her mouth dropped open in mild astonishment but then she recovered and smiled as I felt her. I tried to get through the smock but it was one of those pull over your head things without access for prying hands to get to tits. She grabbed me by the hand and led me to a room with a double bed in it. It must have been the spare bedroom or guest room as it was very tidy and there were no personal items on the dressing table. In hindsight the spare room was probably a good idea lest hubby find something incriminating if we carried on our debauchery in their bedroom. Once there I resumed trying to grope her tits through this smock without success. She realised the problem, peeled the smock off, threw it onto a chair and stood there naked except for a bikini top from the waist up. Yes she had on a bikini top, not a bra. It was a very hard working bikini top and her breasts filled it out very well. It reminded me of two over full water balloons straining and trying not to explode. The “cups” of the bikini were like two bags and she must have poured her tits into them, filling them out and straining the thin material to breaking point it seemed just how the water bags in the SpaceX video appear. I was in my “Big Tits!!!” period back then. Come to think of it, I still am! Each breast was the size of a small rock melon. I could just make out the nipples squashed against the tightly stretched material. The two halves of the bikini were joined by a string that met at the middle in a little bow that was suspended seemingly out over the chasm that was her cleavage. Being a guy I thought that if I pulled on the string of the bow it would release these excellently large melons but of course it was either sewn shut and not meant to open that way or I managed to stuff it up. I wasn’t sure what the purpose of the string was but I suppose her tits would have swung about without it. In hindsight I can’t see anything wrong with that, but then again I am not a bikini designer. After a few attempts by me undoing her bikini top as she looked on, she grew impatient and somehow released the back of the bikini and let it fall forward. I wasn’t normally that inept when it came to undressing a woman, maybe the size of the tits was affecting my brain. She then peeled what there was of it off her fun bags and leant forward to let them dangle out and down. These tits were big, not ginormous but big and had faint stretch marks on the sides to confirm that. She jiggled them from side to side as she had no doubt done for guys all of her life and they swayed about like knockers in a very big church bell, fatter and fuller at the bottom as they hung down, the weight pulling the sides of the breast in. So horny! My tool wanted to leap between them (it’s an animal!). I tried to cup both of them, one in each hand but I was having myself on as neither hand even came close to encompassing one of these tits by itself. I was both overcome and excited by the sheer quantity of tit in front of me. I decided to concentrate on one tit at a time and held one with one hand and pinched the nipple with the other, rolling it between my finger and thumb before clamping my mouth down over the nipple and as much of the areola as I could get into my mouth and sucked with a pulsating slurping action like a little suckling pig. There were ooos, ahhhs and little ooohs that I could hear as I made a very close inspection of her chest while slurping and sucking. She held my head. I wasn’t sure whether it was to hold my head on her tit or to hold it off as the excitement was bordering on pain perhaps but she didn’t seem to want me to stop. She removed her hands from my head and let her arms flop down and back as she thrust out her chest for more attention. I switched to tit number two and leaving one hand to fondle saliva covered tit number one, still struggling in vain to encompass the whole tit in that one hand and kneading and fondling the soft skin as it squelched between my fingers. She reached up, grabbed the back of my head and pulled it between her tits rubbing my face on them and then burying my head between them with a quiet fiendish chuckle. I held her waist and wallowed in the warmth of her breasts, rubbing my face between her tits, kissing, licking and slobbering my way back to the surface before diving in again, reveling in all of the flesh of these melons. I led her over to the bed and sat her down. I was mesmerised by the round fullness of her breasts. Somewhere deep down where ancient male female attraction genes reside along with the instinct for the continuation of the species, there was something that drives heterosexual men crazy when they see a naked woman’s body. Sure a pretty face goes a long way as does a compatible personality but it doesn’t explain why so many guys find themselves talking to a woman’s tits when she wears say a well filled out blouse or a low cut neckline. Can it simply be that a woman with large breasts will be able to feed the young and lots of ‘em when guys are seeking out a female to root and to be a mother to their progeny? Or are men just randy little bastards and don’t care what attracts them to tits and arses. The desire to lay their tools in the cleavage of a woman’s breasts and to rub their genitals all over those breasts is a little more cloudy and obscured but what the heck it feels good and seems to bring out the animal in guys or this one at least. I had my tool out in an instant and laid the length of pre-cum wet meat on her chest, well in her cleavage actually (see what mean?). Her eyes lit up at the sight of my cock standing out pointing at her, the knob wet with pre-cum, looking ominous. I held her shoulders and guiding my tool awkwardly with my hips, I rubbed it all over each breast, poking the knob into the sides, up underneath and then into the nipples and areolas as she moved her shoulders to present her chest and tits for attention, holding up each breast with her hands as I swapped back forth. Animal lust overwhelmed me. With one hand I grabbed around the base of my cock and under my scrotum, strangling my balls into two shiny scrotum covered orbs with my rampant cock waving around, the knob a purple colour and glistening with pre-cum and strained to wipe them all over which ever tit wandered close enough, standing on my tip toes to reach every bit of tit I could. I held onto her shoulder with my other hand to steady myself and she giggled at my awkward, frenzied desperate activity but also eagerly thrust out her tits, pushing them up with her hands cupped under them so as not to miss out on any contact with my genitals. I came very close to ejaculating all over her tits but energy must have deserted me as I collapsed back down off my tip toes to stand flat on my feet, releasing my tool from my grip to flop in the crack between her melons. She pushed them together engulfing my poor tool and I watched the knob disappear at first only to reappear as if from nowhere between the fascinating plump roundness of the crevice created by her breasts. I held her arms again and moving my whole body I thrust my tool up and down almost to frenzy pitch in the quietness of the room. I asked if she had any lube as my pre-cum wasn’t quite up to the dryness between her tits. She looked up as if thinking, leapt up and raced out of the room tits jiggling and arse wobbling wonderfully as she went, only to return seconds later, running before plonking herself back down on the bed in her position before me and my cock. She squirted lube into her hand and in a near orgasmic massage applied it to my knob and then my shaft and balls. I don’t why the balls needed it but better safe than sorry I suppose. Maybe she just liked playing with my balls and I certainly didn’t mind. With cock suitably lubed I resumed my tit fucking and pleasant it was. I watched my shaft rooting between her tits, sliding back and forth, the knob appearing and disappearing between her cleavage, my groin and the base of my cock slapping into her nipples as I drove my hips into her. Her mouth dropped open and she kissed the knob on one of the upthrusts, on the next one the knob slipped into her mouth and out again with a moist slurping noise as I repeated it again and again until she lost interest in me fucking her tits and let them drop away, taking the tool properly in her mouth and swallowing it until she gagged. There ensued a bit of coughing and gagging and then a very good blow job as she went about her task with great gusto and eagerness which in itself was such a turn on let alone the sensation of her lips wrapped around my knob and shaft as she held/played with my balls. I was enjoying myself but I couldn’t contain my orgasm any longer and out of courtesy I informed her (incase she wasn’t a swallower) that I was going to cum. She didn’t move just kept her mouth there like a vagina and I blew my load exploding into her mouth with a climax that made my ears pop as I strained every muscle in my body to deliver my squirts of hot jism down her throat. It felt like my balls were going to appear in my throat. I wiped myself off, stuffed my tool and balls away as she pulled her pancho thingy back over her head to cover her tits, mumbling something about hubby coming home soon. I thanked her, which prompted a lovely smile and I watched her tits wobbling delightfully under her top as she walked me to the door. The whole episode didn’t last more than forty or so minutes but it was delightful.

4 December 2025

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