I remember when I was a young lad, I didn’t have any friends, so I used to hitchhike around England for something to do on weekends. On one such trip, I was picked up by a middle-aged man in a sports car, a rare two-tone pale blue Austin Healy 3000. As he drove, he told me his name was Jeff, and I told him mine. We continued to chat about things in general, when he asked me to open the glove box and take a look inside. When I opened it, all I saw was a magazine folded in half. “Go on, take it out and have a flick through the pages”, he said, and as I lifted the magazine out, I saw the tittle “Ladyboy Delights” on the front cover and a picture of a woman, sucking a man’s prick. I began flicking through the pages, blushing as I looked at a picture of a woman squatting on a table, legs spread wide showing a clear view of her balls swinging free under her hard prick. Another page was the same pose but from behind and she was holding her cheeks wide open so you could see her dark arse hole. One page had a set of images showing a man wanking in front of this woman’s face, she had her mouth open and was licking the swollen head of his prick, the next showed her sucking his balls into her mouth, the last shot showed cum dripping over her face. Very risqué for that period. Jeff smiled at me, and asked “Ever done that?” I blushed, saying “No, I’m still a virgin, haven’t even kissed anyone yet, never mind seen a pussy or had sex, but this looks like fun.” As we drove on, he put his hand on my leg and started stroking my upper thigh through my jeans, asking if I liked what he was doing. I was getting hard as his fingers moved up over my crotch, and I looked at him, saying, “Yes, it feels nice.” As his finger pressed firmer over the outline of my hard prick he said, “Why don’t you take your prick out, I can stroke it for you if you like.” I thought about it for a moment, and as his hand gently squeeze me through my jeans, I began to undo my belt. But before I could pull my zip down, Jeff slowed down, turned into a quiet lane, then into a field, reverse parking the car behind high hedge and turned the engine off. Climbing out, he turned to me saying “It will be easier for us to undo our jeans if we got out of the car.” Then Jeff motioned for me to stand next to him at the back of the car and opened the lid of the boot, saying “Now we can’t be seen from the road or gate.’ He then began to undo his belt, nodding with his head that I should do the same and as I undid my jeans and took out my prick, Jeff leaned into the boot and picked up a small bottle. He said it was lube and it would make us both harder and easier to stroke, then unzipped his jeans, letting them drop to the ground. I looked across and saw his prick. It was huge, and thick. I remember seeing a few pricks in the showers at when I was still at school, but nothing like what I was looking at now. I look up at Jeff smiling at me, and even though I was nowhere near his size, his smile showed me he approved of what he saw. Opening the bottle, he asked me to spread some of the lube over him. He took my hand and showed me how to spread it over his shaft and balls and then how to stroke him. Jeff spread his legs and told me to put some lube on my finger and spread it over his arse, and as I touched his hole, he moaned and pushed back so my finger could slide in. “Run your finger along the ridge till you can feel a small lump, like a walnut, press against it and massage around it.” It all felt strange, almost surreal and yet exciting at the same time. I had never touched another man before, never mind a hard prick, the head swelling a deep purple colour. Yet here I was, having my first sexual experience with a man, in a field, with a stranger, my finger in his arse, wanking him, my own prick, hard as steel wanting release. Jeff turns sideways to me, moaning as he told me to keep stroking, keep fucking his arse with my finger, then he stiffened and I could feel his prick throb against my finger and felt it get swell in my hand. He pushed his hips forwards, trapping my finger, and as I pulled his foreskin down on the shaft and held it tight at the base, just like he’d shown me, Jeff started to cum. To this day, I have never seen anyone cum so much, he just kept shooting, more and more. When he started to relax, I was able to pull my finger out of his hole and felt his prick soften a little. I ran my fingers up his shaft, slowly squeezing as I moved up to the head, and with cum dripping from the eye, I ran my hand over the tip, making him shudder. I was curious how he tasted and brought my fingers, now covered in his cum, to my mouth and licked them clean. It tasted ok, nothing special, a little bland if anything, but it was my first taste of cum and it wasn’t mine own. I looked at him and smiled. Jeff smiled back at me, reached for the lube telling me to spread my legs making room for his hand to slide between my cheeks. He touched my hole with a lube cover finger and I immediately felt a warm sensation spread it over the hole. Then he rubbed the lube over my balls and shaft, and after pumping me a few times I began to throb in his hand. “Can I suck you,” he asked, but before I could say anything, he dropped to his knees, put me in his mouth and began to suck me, pulling me into his face, fucking his mouth with my hard prick. I started to shake as I felt a new sensation, like I needed to have a piss. I asked him to stop, but he just pulled me deeper, and as his tongue rubbed against my head, I couldn’t hold on any longer. I began to tremble, then, let go stream after stream of creamy cum, filling his mouth and throat as he swallowed. Slowly let me slide out of his mouth, Jeff began to lick me clean and he smiled at me asking if I enjoyed that. Still shaking I nodded yes. My balls felt like they were on fire, my shaft throbbed hard and the head was still swollen and leaking. I was a very late started where sex was concerned, I had only even wanked myself a few times up to that point and dribbled a little cum. But I am certain there was something in the lube, because I have never been that hard since. Jeff started to stroke me again and I began to get that same feeling as earlier, and when he pushed his lubed finger into my arse, I involuntarily started to shoot cum everywhere. It shot over his hand, arm and when he directed my prick up towards himself, all over his face. I was still shaking when he asked if I liked his finger in my arse, I smiled back at him and yes it was very nice. I asked what he had done do to make me cum so much, and what was in the lube. Jeff started to explain about my prostate and how, if you massage it, you cum more and the lube he said, had an additive that makes you stay hard. Just then we heard a car coming down the lane, so we quickly pulled up our jeans and got into his car, just in case, but after a few moments, the other car drove passed us. Turing towards me, Jeff asked me “Would you like to do more of the same or perhaps try something new?” I was still trembling, hard and leaking into my underpants, but I said, “Yes, but perhaps another time, it’s been a lot to take in for my first time.” He understood and started the engine, but just before we drove out of the field, I leaned over, unzipped him, took him into my mouth, and ran my tongue around the head, like he had done to me. Almost immediately he was leaking onto my mouth. Jeff asked me to stop, he didn’t want to cum in my mouth as he wanted to save that moment for next time, so I sucked him one last time, drawing up a big drop of cum onto my tongue, sat back, and enjoyed his taste and the experience. A few weeks later, I was hitchhiking again, and Jeff drove past going the other way, he slowed down, turned around and pulled up next to me. I climbed into his Healy and as we chatted, I leaned over and began to touching his crotch, his prick hardening every time I grazed my fingers over the outline. Jeff moaned as I teased him and asked if I was interested in more of what we had already done or try something new. Before I could answer, he managed to unzip my jeans and his fingers wrapped around my hard prick, gently stroking up and down the shaft. Running a finger over the tip and into the eye, I shuddered as I felt my balls shrink and cum begin to rise. He must have sensed my impending explosion because he stopped all movement till I stopped throbbing. I looked over at him smiling at me and said, I would like to do both, more of the same and perhaps something new. My prick throbbed and leaked over his fingers. Jeff slowly pulled them away and sucked them clean, “Mmm Mmm you do taste sweet,” he said, “I am going to enjoy swallowing you again.” He then drove back to his lockup garage, reversed the car in and when we got out, he asked how I felt about fucking his arse, but just before I was going to cum, pull out and spray over his face. I looked at him for a moment, wonder just how dirty he wanted to get, but I was also curious, so I said, I was happy to try. We both stripped naked, and as Jeff sat down on a single bed that was up against the back wall, he slowly started to rub the same lube we had used before over my balls and arse and as he lubed up my shaft, began to wank me slowly as I grew hard between his fingers. Lay back on the bed, Jeff lifted his legs up in the air and over his head. Holding his cheeks opening, Jeff begins explaining how I should fuck him. First put the head of my prick against the hole and slowly push in, let it slides past the inner ring, not to penetrate too deep initially, but to keep the head just inside the hole, that way I will massage his prostate with my prick. Then slide in a little deeper, pull back and massage the gland again, sliding in deeper each time until I am deep enough, my balls slap against his. Jeff, once again asks me “Are you sure you want to try this, we can always wank and suck each other, arse fucking is not for everyone.’ ‘I am sure” I said, and with that I start spreading a reasonable amount of lube on and in his hole, over his balls and onto his hard shaft. Slowly I wanked him as I ran my fingers over his shaft. Then I moved closer, my prick like a rod of steel, and as I touched his hole, he gasps, pushed out, his hole opens and the head of my prick slide in. Jeff holds his legs up, and I begin to stroke his prick in time with my thrusts. He pushes his hips up to meet me and very soon we were both getting very close. He must have felt me swell inside his dark chamber of his arse, because he moaned and said, “I want your cum in my mouth and over my face.” Those words were enough for me and quickly pulled out of his hole with a loud pop. He moved so head hung over the edge of the bed, I straddled his face, then aimed my prick at his open mouth. Jeff reached up under me, his fingers still covered in lube, pulls me into his mouth as he slides two fingers in my arse, finds my prostate and pressed hard against it as he sucks. His mouth and fingers take me straight over the edge. Buried deep in his throat, I throb and begin to cum. Stream after stream of warm cum flows into his belly as he sucks and fingers me and I shake and spray as my orgasms take control. After what seemed like forever, I stop pumping and fall forwards over him. Still shaking and trying to get my breath back, I feet his tongue push against my hole as his hands spread my cheeks open. “Relax, push back and open your arse for me,” he said, and suddenly I open and feel his tongue slide past my ring and lick inside my arse. My prick throbs, cum still dripping from the eye as his hand wraps around my shaft and he begins to wank me. My legs spread wide, I push down on his tongue as it fucks my hole and soon feel a warm sensation rise through my toes, up my legs to my balls and I cry out I am going to cum again. When he replaced his tongue with two fingers and begin to fuck my arse with them, I lost it and began to shooting cum over his belly and hard prick, squirt after squirt covers his shaft and balls, as he wanks me dry. Jeff takes the last shot of cum in his mouth. Still shaking, I leaned forward and started to stroke him. Jeff spread his legs open and asks me to finger his hole. Pushing his hip up and opening his arse, I slipped a second finger in and began to massage either side of his prostate, feeling it throb between my fingers, Then as I lowered my mouth onto his throbbing prick, closing my lips over the swollen head, tasting his pre cum as it oozed from the eye mixed with strands of my cum that covered his shaft. He moans and he starts shooting into my mouth. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but there was too much and it spilt out over his balls. Like a crazed animal, I licked his balls, sucking his and my cum from around his shaft, trying to get as much of it as I could in my mouth, tasting the two of us as the cum mixed in my mouth. With my knees on either side of his head, both spent, we slowly got our breath back before I managed to stand up next to the bed. Still lying there, he looked up at me and asked if I would piss on him, wash my cum off his face and prick. I looked at him and wondered what else he had in store for me. Perhaps he wanted to fuck my arse or do something else. I said, “Next time, I can’t just piss like that, I need to drink lots of water beforehand.” Besides, I was totally spent. He smiled and said, “OK, next time.” There was a wash basin in the corner, we used that to clean up, got dressed, and he drove me back to where he picked me up. I never saw him again, even though I often used to hitch-hike the same roads we first met. I once borrowed a scooter and rode to where his garage was, but it was empty except for a wash basin and a single bed up against the back wall. On the door was a sign, “For Rent.” Disappointed, and strangely hard, I wanted to go inside, pull my pants down and wank into the basin, but thought better of it. But I still had the memories of my first shared wank, first blowjob, first taste of cum, first arse fuck, first arse to mouth and my rimming experience. I then rode to the field where Jeff and I first played, and yes, I took off my trousers and wanked. I also pissed on the same spot we both once stood. Not a bad way to start your sexual adventures. Next in line were the ladies.

29 December 2025

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Pink and Tuesdays… I was in BigW recently, looking for some slippers and the only ones that might have fitted were right at the back of the rack on the bottom shelf. So on my hands and knees trying to get a pair, I realised I could not get up. Moaning quietly to myself, I suddenly saw a pair of pink rubber throngs standing next to me, with dainty pink and white flower on the straps, and ten pink painted toe nail. As I looked up the long slim legs, I was confronted by very loose opaque skirt, revealing a pair of tight pink ladies panties and a cameltoe to die for, remember, I am looking up from the floor. The owner of the feet, pink thongs and very brief panties, asked if I needed any help. so I said, “Yes please, if I can just get to that Ottoman, sit down, then I can get an eye level view of you, that is if I don’t die in the meantime”. Laughing, she helped me up to the seat, and as I sat down, the first thing I saw, she was standing in front of me, legs apart, pulling her panties up tighter. Her cameltoe firmly wedged between her swollen lips. “Is this a better view?” I could have died there and then. When I managed to finally look at her face, she was grinning from ear to ear before squatting down, legs spread wide, so only I could see between them, and planted a kiss on my nose, asking. “Would you like a taste or a closer look Daddy”? “You will give old farts like me a heart attack, walking around showing off your almost transparent panties like that, not a lot left to the imagination is there?” I replied. “No,” she said, “But that’s the idea, not the heart attack, although mouth to mouth might be nice. Besides, older men are more fun that boys my age and appreciate what they see a lot more”. I looked at her in amazement, my mouth hanging open. “Yes please, I would love a look, and a taste”. I managed to say. Then she spotted the bulge between my legs, which was growing by the minute. Her eyes grew wide open as she continued. “I know you’re not my Daddy, but we can pretend if you like”. And with that she pulled the panties even tighter. The location and position we were in, no one else could have seen what I saw, not even the store CCTV cameras. Her pussy lips were already swollen, hanging out either side if the gusset, begging to be touched. A damp patch was spreading over the front at an alarming rate. As she pulled the wet gusset to one side, she spreading her lips wide apart for me her soft pink flesh. Her finger then slid inside, and I could see her sticky juices running out onto her thigh. What a sight, I almost shot a load in my pants and had to fight to stop myself from touching her. “Oh my god, I can see your panties changing colour as you get wet. Wish I could taste you, your creamy offering, lick your taboo hole and taste its earthiness, then drink your golden juice”. As her finger went deeper, she began to shudder and shake, I could see she was struggling to hold back her orgasm and the flood that was now soaking through her panties, running down her legs. “Oh God, I have to pee,” she replied with short sharp breaths, “Someone is waiting for me in the car, but I will be here again tomorrow, perhaps your wish might come true”. And with that, she stood up, laughed and went off towards the exit. As I watched her disappear between the racks of cloths, I could see the lights glisten on the wetness running down her legs. The little vixen then looked to see if anyone was watching, put her hand down the front of her panties, put the fingers in her mouth, sucked them clean, blew me a kiss, and walked out, leaving me to wonder what had just happened. I sat spell bound for a few moments, then getting up, I adjusted the very prominent bulge in my pants before heading for the door. As I got to the exit, a middle aged woman, checking bags, looked at me and smiled. “Enjoy that, did we?” she asked, grinning ear to ear. I tried to look blank, but then she added, “We call her Pink. Did she expose herself to you? She’s always in here chatting up older men, they all walk out with a smile and a tent in their pants, some even have a wet stain in the front, just like you have”. I smiled at her and told her while the show was a tease, and I knew that, I preferred women a little more mature, like she was. To which she replied, “I’m Doreen and will be here every day this week, from 3 till I finish at 7, and you will find me in the men’s fitting rooms for the last hour”. Her ample bosom swelled in her blouse and her nipples tried to drill a hole through her bra as she continued, “I am sure we can find a way around the social distancing rules if we wanted to. Drop by for a personal fitting?” Stunned at her offer, I walked out smiling, but wondering if this was really happening. As I was approaching the shopping centre sliding entrance doors, a pair of twins walked in arm in arm, both wearing oversized men’s shirts that barely covered their knees and nothing else. Walking towards me, one poked the other in the side, nodding in my direction, giggling, they stopped above of a pair of up facing spot lights in the floor, the light beam shining through their shirts, highlighting both their naked bodies. Then as we pasted each other, one said, “We hope you manage to sort out that tent you are sporting” and went into BigW, giggling to each other. I was totally confused by this stage, first by Pink’s wet camel toe, then Doreen’s swelling and hard nipples, and now two nubile cherubs teasing me. I needed a coffee to reflect on what happened, coming to the conclusion I had been in lockdown far too long, and needed to get out more now that it was over. I didn’t go back the next day, or the day after. Even though Pink looked legal age, who knows what might have happened, CCTV camera everywhere, even in the change rooms, sales staff, customers, I knew that was tempting fate a little too much. However, I did see the Doreen again a few weeks later while in the men’s section. She instantly recognising me, smiled, then nodded her head in the direction of the change rooms. As soon as we were inside the booth, she closed and locked the door, undid her blouse, unhooked her bra, letting her swollen breasts fall free. Lifting them both up, she offered them to me to suck and fondle. As I suckled her swollen and hard nipples, she undid my belt, unzipped me, pulled my trousers down to the floor and took out my now leaking hard prick from the confines of my undies. Using the precum as lube, she started to give me the best hand job I have ever had. Dorren squatted down and ran her tongue over the head, making me shudder, she kept the strokes nice and even, till I started to feel myself letting go. Moaning I was about to erupt, Doreen aimed my now throbbing prick at her face. Strand after strand covered her lips, mouth and nose, then as the last shots were being fired, she aimed me at the mirror and my cum slowly slid down the shiny surface. Dorren stood up, bent over, spread her legs wide and presenting me with her arse. She looked over her shoulders at me and said in a sultry voice, “Play with my arse, finger me and help me cum”. Then she started to lick my cum off the mirror. Lifting her skirt over her hips, I ran my hands down her cheeks and slid them inside her panties. One hand went to her swollen pussy, and began playing with her clit, the other found her taboo dark hole. As I began to play with her arse and press inward, into both her holes, she kept her hand on my still leaking prick, stroking it in time with my fingers, then, rewarded me with a deep moan, and a wet hand as she orgasmed and squirted. Some weeks later, I was in Maccas ordering a takeaway coffee, when Pink walked in, wearing the same pink thongs on her feet. I wondered if her panties were the same ones from the other week. She recognised me, smiled and walked over. Standing behind a pillar where no one could see her except me, she lifted her skirt, proudly showing me her cameltoe again. “Still like what you see,” she asked, at which I grinned and just nodded yes. Finding my voice, I ask, “Are they the same ones you had on the other week or clean ones?” Pink laughed saying, “Does it matter?” “No, not really,” I said, “But if they were the same ones, I would love to have them, the aroma would be incredibly delightful and probably taste even better today”. “Oh my god, you do really want them. OK let me finish my order and see what happens. Her order complete, ticket in hand, she turned, smiled at me and said, “Don’t go anywhere,” with that, she disappeared into the darkness outside. Moments later, door slides open and she waltz’s in, grinning from ear to ear and headed for the toilets, looking at me, putting her hand up as if to say, no, don’t follow me. As I waited for her to re-emerge, not knowing what to expect. My order was called, so I went to the counter and picked it up. Then they called her number and right on cue, Pink was at the counter picking up her order. I could smell her arousal aroma, it was that strong. We both headed for the door, but just outside, she stopped and said “I have something for you,” and handed me a pair with a white cotton panties, and the gusset had a pocket, freshly wet. “These are not the ones I was wearing earlier or the other day, but a pair of my favourite ones, I just put them on for you, when I was in the toilet, had a wet fart, to add to the dark flavour, a pee, played with my clit before squirting in them, so they are fresh for your taste buds to enjoy. Then I took them off and wiped myself. I hope you don’t mind”. Mind? I was almost creaming my pants by that stage. Then she added, “Have a quick sniff while I watch”. As I held her panties up to my nose, I could smell the sweet aroma of her wetness and just make out the dark stain on the white cotton, Pink audibly moaned when I said “Oh god, I would love to lick and taste both your holes right now”. “You’re a dirty old man, but perhaps I might let you, one day”. Grinning from ear to ear, she slipped her hand down between her spread legs, and buried her fingers in her pussy. Pink then held them under my nose, offering a good sniff, but before I was able to wrap my lips around them, she slid them into her own mouth, sucked them seductively, then looked me directly in the eyes, “Yumm, I do taste sweet”. I felt myself throb and squirted into my undies. “I will be in Coles tomorrow around 11 am, you can give them back to me then, and perhaps you might like to leave something in the gusset for me to savour”. With that, she turned and disappeared into the darkness. When I got into my car, I had to pull my shorts down to release my prick for comfort. There was no way I was going to be able to drive home with it restrained. As my hand brushed my prick, I felt the wetness of the discharge on my skin, so I wrapped her panties around the shaft, letting it drip into the gusset. But I could not resist having a sniff and a tug. The last thing I expected was to erupt, but that’s what happened. One firm pull down on my hard shaft and a long burst of creamy cum, squirted from the eye, into the gusset, mixing with her juices. I managed to fill the gusset with more of my cum several times later that evening, and made one last effort the following day, just before heading off to Coles. Sadly, Pink failed to show that day, so I still have her panties. I made a ritual of sitting alfresco outside the coffee shop, directly in front the entrance to both Coles and BigW, a for couple of hours every day, except weekends, it helped me stay sane and saved me from going into a depressive spiral, by catering to my voyeuristic tendencies. I could see anyone going in or coming out of both stores and had an uninterrupted view, watching the nubile checkout vixens flirt with older men at the checkouts. Always hoping to see Pink, but she never appeared, in fact, I never saw her again. Over the course of the next month or so, one or two of the checkout girls started to sit with me and chat during their lunch breaks, soon they all knew my pantie fetish, so most of them, at one time or another, would put a pair of soiled panties in my pocket, giving my tent a gentle squeeze as they walked back to work. One girls took me into a ‘little used’ staff toilet and gave one of the most intense blow jobs I had ever had, and she swallowed every drop. Another girl, who loved to flirt with me if I went to her checkout, would sometimes smile at me as I sat at my regular table, she would blow kisses or if it was quiet, casually bend over to show me her panties. I remember once buying some baby wipes, when she leaned in to me and very quietly, commented, “I hope you don’t use those to mop up, that would be a waste”. I looked at her a little stunned, but she was grinning from ear to ear. I could see she was enjoying the banter, blushing, nipples hard as pencils, clearly visible through her blouse and her breathing a little ragged, but it was that unmistakable aroma I detected, that gave it all away. So I casually asked her what she suggested should I do. “Let me think. I’m off tomorrow, but I will see you at your table at 11 am,” she whispered back. As I was paying, I leaned in to her and said, ‘I’d love to have the panties you are wearing right now,” and walked out. The following day, she turned up right on time, and handed me a package. I slowly opened it and saw it contained pair of panties. She leaned in to me, lowering her voice, so as not to be overheard, and said, “I wore these yesterday, but I would love you to return them to me, freshly soiled, just for me. We can keep swapping every week if you like”. When I asked her age and name she said, “Vicki, I am 25, oh by the way Grandpa, I love older, mature aged men”. She stopped working at the supermarket soon after, but would still come and sit with me for a while at our arranged time, Tuesday’s at 11 am. She would always give me a pair of fresh, well soiled panties, and I would give her back a previous pair, but full of fresh cum. Although we exchange phone numbers, got on like a house on fire and shared our secrets, we never met other than once a week at my coffee table. She simply enjoyed the banter and the unspoken taboo fetish we both shared, soiled panties and fresh cum. Soon she began to send me video clips, just before a panty exchange was going to happen, I would get one as I parked the car. Once, just before we were supposed to meet, I sat in the car and videoed myself wanking, shooting cum into her panties before sealing the package. then sent her the clip, so she knew my cum was fresh. Sometime I would take a video of me wearing her soiled panties while having a piss. Vicki did the same for me, wearing ones I sent back with fresh cum in them, rubbing the cum over her clit as she pissed. She missed our next “Date” and I knew I would probably never see her again, as she knew I was leaving the area in a couple of weeks. But, she sent me a video clip of her licking a blob my cum from the gusset pocket, before spreading the rest on her clit, then pushed the panties inside herself, then started pissing before putting the soaked panties in her mouth. suck them, opening her mouth to show me it was full, then swallow. then added, “Goodbye my sweet fantasy”. It was the first and last time I heard her voice on any clips. I arrived at my table one last time on the Tuesday and was delighted to see she was sitting there, but before I could sit down, she stood and beckoned me to follow her. We ended up in an old disused disability toilet, now a cleaners store room. Once inside, with the solid door firmly shut, and locked, she put her finger to her lips, indicating no speaking. Then, keeping eye contact with me, Vicki slowly started to take off her clothes. First her skirt, then her blouse and bra. wearing only her stockings, high heels and a pair of grey schoolgirl panties. looking me in the eyes, she squatted over the toilet bowl. I stood watching her in fascination, this was over and above any expectations I had and it was obvious by the bulge in my pants, I was getting very turned on. As Vicki looked at me, she made hand signals I was to strip and when I was down to my undies, she motioned for them to come off too, but held out her hand for them. I moved closer to her, her nipples hardened, her breathing became erratic, and when I pointed my prick at her, her eyes widened, she shuddered and moaned “Yes, oh god yes, piss on me, please piss on me”. Slowly I relaxed to help my flow start, and watched her. Her grey panties began to turn dark, a wet patch appearing between her spread legs. Then her piss began to drain through the gusset, dripping into the bow. At that moment, she let out a long wet fart, and I began to piss on her, aiming the stream up and down her naked body before she leaned forward and took the stream into her mouth. Letting some drip over her lips, Vicki swallowed the rest. She took my undies and soaked them in her piss as she held them between her legs. In a final act of depravity, she took off her wet panties handing them to me, revealing a neat trim bush, glistening in the light from droplets of piss and started to play with her clit, finally spraying my undies with her cum as she climaxed. I started to wank and moaned out loud as I began shooting cum into her panties, she moved my hand with the panties away so some cum landed on her thighs, her mound and my final shot landed on her nipples. We both stood looking into each other eyes, breathing deeply. What we had just done and shared, slowly sank in. Taking her soaked panties, Vicki held them to her face, took a long deep sniff and then handed them to me. Then reached into her bag and pulled out two washers and some soap, handing me one and pointed to the vanity in the corner. After washing off the piss and cum, as best we could, Vicki looked at me, whispered in my ear, “Let’s not spoil the moments we created between us, but leave here with the memories of our taboo fantasy intact,” and kissed my cheek. Not another word was spoken as we dried off and dressed. As we left the toilet, I held her arm, turned her around and gave her a warm hug, kissing her with a passion only felt by kindred souls. As we went our separate ways, I realised I never knew her real name. We never met or sent videos again. A few years have passed since then, but I still have a pair of Pinks, and Vicki’s, panties and on the odd occasion, I would wear them around the house, often ending up filling one or the other with cum or piss. Now, settled in my new town, I once again sit at coffee shop outside a supermarket and department store, watching the ladies go by. Often the checkout girls would smile at me. Then the other day, one came over and spoke to me. “You some sort of pervert, sitting here every day watching us working,” she asked. I replied, “No, just an old fart with voyeuristic tendencies, fantasising about what sort of panties you might or might not be wearing”. She laughed and added, “Well if you can guess what I have on now, you can have them”. Not missing a beat, but my heart racing at a million miles an hour, I said, “Usually, you don’t wear any and go commando style”. I paused for a moment, then added, “When you do wear some, they are a school girl style, normally white, but today, they are light grey, because you have your periods”. My last comment floored her, she blushed deep red, “OMG” how did you know that?” “Am I right?” I asked, “And if I am, you owe me the panties you are wearing right now, wet and soiled, just as we both know they are”. She went an even deeper red, adding, “OK agreed. Don’t go anywhere, I’m on my lunch break in a couple of minutes, I will be right back,” then turned and disappeared into the supermarket. A few moments later, she reappeared and sat next to me, saying, “I agreed if you guess right, and you did, you could have the ones I was wearing,” then she handed me a pair of school girl style cut, light grey panties. As I rubbed my fingers through the soiled, freshly wet gusset, and looking round quickly to see if anyone was watching, I brought them up to my nose, and took a deep sniff, and gave the gusset a quick lick. She watch in fascination, eyes wide open, asked “What are you going to do with them?” “Take them home, enjoy licking and sucking your juices out of the fabric and do what all dirty debauched old farts like me do, wear them around for while and next week, just before this time, I will wank into them, fill the gusset with my cum, come here for a coffee and give them back to you, then you can work the rest of your shift wearing them”. She almost fainted, then said, “I would really like that, very much, but I want a pair of yours too, an exchange if you like, perhaps once a week even”. “Clean, washed, soiled, full of cum or piss?” I quickly replied. “The dirtier the better” she said, adding, “My name’s Tuesday, but my close friends call me Pink, what’s yours?” Stunned, I whispered “Mike”. As I looked into her eyes, I said, “I am busting for a piss, would you like to hold it for me?” “Oh my god yes please”. And we both headed off to the toilets.

29 December 2025

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She slid off me and took my hand and gently led me inside, she started to head to the shower but I had different ideas, I pulled her to me and kissed her, peeling the rest of her bikini off and dropping it to the floor. I wanted to taste her, taste me in her and so I threw her onto the bed and dived my head between her legs licking and sucking her gorgeous pussy. Moaning and holding my mouth against her she came loudly and and filled my mouth with her sweet juices. She pushed me back with a playful firmness, and before I could protest, I was on my back. She hovered above me, hair slicked back, droplets tracing slow paths down her shoulders. For a moment she just looked at me, that same knowing smile on her lips, the kind that made time feel suspended. Holding my penis in her small manicured hand she guided me into her wet pussy and slowly started moving her hips back and forth. the unspoken look of lust between us filled the room, her movements increased and nearly put me over the edge, I didn't want it to end so a pulled out of her and flipped her into doggy, jamming my Tongue straight into her cute little arse, fucking it with my Tongue while playing with her clit. She begged me to fuck her hard, I guided my cock into her, grabbed her hips and fucked, not gently this was a mission to smash her as hard as I could. We both wanted it, the sweet from the QLD heat was pouring from us as I unloaded my load deep inside her wet, soft married pussy once more. Falling onto the bed pulling her to me kissing her we both laughed and said time for another swim I think xo Wow I'm really enjoying expressing this and cant wait to do some more asap. I hope you all like

29 December 2025

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I used to work at a large firm in the western suburbs when I was about 30 (about 35 years ago). They had a lot of employees, mostly little Asian ladies who worked on the assembly lines. They had hundreds of workers on site and so they also had a large canteen which everyone frequented. One of the women in this canteen had a nice fit body and I used to flirt with her sometimes in the morning before starting work. One day we were chatting as she served out my hot lunch (the special of the day usually a stew or roast) and she complained that one guy had been looking at her when she was getting changed. They changed from civvies into white kitchen staff dust coats in a change room at the back of the kitchen that had a window opening onto the cat walk that accessed the canteen from the machine shop. The machine shop boys were an ok lot but some were a bit on the rough side. This particular fellow had been walking past the window when she was getting changed and just happened to look in when she was getting changed and made some lewd comment at the time. She said to me that she didn’t like him looking at her but then after a pause said that she wouldn’t have minded if it had been me watching her. I laughed that off and we went about our day. Some months later I was working back and while the canteen had just closed for business I thought I would wander over to get a chocolate from the vending machine near the kitchen. I made my way along the now deserted corridors and was walking up the wide, empty stairway to the canteen and there, coming down was this woman, her gorgeous body still in her white dust coat heading home. We stopped on the stairway and started to chat. She was being cheeky and I playfully said that if she kept that up I would have to throttle her and then jokingly placed my hands around her throat. She tilted her head back as my hands clasped her lovely neck and pushed up against me pulling me into her. Surprised at this, but also not wanting to let a chance go by I planted a kiss on her lips. She responded by thrusting her tongue down my throat. This was all too much for me and my cock. This company had large deserted areas, whole floors of dimly lit dusty rooms full of disused equipment that had been there before I was born. I often walked through some of these rooms as the old equipment was interesting. In a break in the passionate session we were having on the stairway and for fear of someone coming along and discovering us pashing, I grabbed her hand and led her into one of these large factory areas. She followed willingly and silently, tip toeing along and after we had gone deep into this gloomy workroom lit only by emergency lighting signs and were obscured by rusty machinery I stopped and turned to her and ran my hands down her dustcoat (that fitted intentionally snugly) feeling her sexy waist and the contours of her arse and then back up onto her breasts. I opened her dustcoat to reveal her dressed only in panties and bra. She looked up at me, her eyes flashing with lust and grabbed at the bulge in my pants, she unzipped me and released my engorged penis awash with pre-cum that dribbled onto both of us. I lifted her up and sat her on the corner of one of the benches. She had hold of my shaft by now and as I stood between her legs, I took out her tits one by one and sucked on her nipples and then fumbled around for her panties, pulling them off her as she lifted her bum accommodatingly and I felt for her hot wet little hole. It was dark but I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and inserted them into her, finger fucking her as her tongue did the same to my mouth. She stopped long enough to gasp out “put it in” and so I guided my meat inside her (the bench was just the right height). It was dark as I said, but I could just make out my cock disappearing in and out of her but after a few thrusts the zipper was tearing into my balls and so I stopped, much to her dismay and undid my pants which fell somewhat ingloriously down around my ankles. I plunged my meat back into her hole and pounded into her for all I was worth. She was making whimpering noises that increased to quiet screams. I shssshed her to try to keep it down and she did her best. My balls were banging into the corner of the bench but the pain didn’t put me off. My pants were acting like ankle shackles and threatened to trip me up as I strove to get as deep as possible into her (oh, for a longer penis). Funny what you will put up with when striving for that ultimate moment and feeling. She leant back to support herself and threw her head and hair back which nearly made me cum on the spot but I controlled myself. She tried to lock her legs around me so I hooked them up to rest on my shoulders and grabbed hold of them to use as purchase to thrust into her harder. Her quiet screaming went on and with sweat dripping off me as I humped into her, I kept looking to the entrance to the area way over in the other corner of this huge factory workroom lest someone would come to investigate and I certainly couldn’t stop my rooting. She climaxed shortly after which did my excitement no end of good and with an ear blocking pressure release I blew my load into her. Aids was unheard of then and so a condom was never even considered as she had already conceded that she was on the pill. I pulled out of her and my cock flopped down limp and spent but still long as cocks tend to be at moments like that, white cum and our juices dripping off it onto the dusty floor. We were both sweating and I only had a tissue in my pocket but being a woman she had an ample supply in her bag and so we cleaned ourselves up, dressed and tried to compose ourselves lest we run into someone still at work in the complex. A couple of other guys were working back with me back in the office and as I found out later wondered where the hell I was. Anyway, she had already missed one bus and so she hurried off home to her little girl and I went back to work for the evening. As she left I noticed that the back of her dust coat was filthy from sitting on it on the bench but as she said we couldn’t do anything about it but I dusted it off for her which was really just an excuse to fondle and play with her gorgeous arse. We only managed to meet again once in the dark dusty factory but this time just to pleasure her (as she had to get home). I opened her dust coat only slightly but enough to glimpse her lovely tits in their bra as my fingers slipped down into her panties and between her wet lips nicely lubricating my finger as it rubbed slowly but relentlessly over her clit. As her orgasm built, she held onto my shoulder bucking against my finger, her knees buckling as I stood beside her and as she milked her orgasm for all it was worth. We saw each other at work several times after that but never dated outside work. We would however brush up against each other when given the chance in the canteen and every so often I would duck into the change room at the back of the canteen to watch her changing (I made sure the window was shut first though) which she would do very seductively right down to taking off her bra and panties in front of me and standing there naked before replacing them and donning her dust coat. I went on to the canteen or returned to the office trying to make the bulge in my pants go down before I got there. I left the company (I was there on a contract and the work ran out) some time after and about a year went past and I would go and ask out that woman (name withheld as you never know who might recognise this story) from the canteen. The memory of her was still fresh in my mind and so as I rounded the corner into the canteen, a little nervous, there she was. She was busy but her eyes lit up when she saw me and she stopped and we talked for a minute or so. I could see her boss looking over and so I just blurted out and asked her if she would like to go out sometime. She smiled and said she would have loved to but she had been with a fellow now for some months. My heart sank and so I wished her good luck and turned and left, we both gave a little wave from either end of the canteen floor. I often think of her.

28 December 2025

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It had been a long road trip, and a very enjoyable one. We both love getting away and making a mess of the sheets in really nice Hotel knowing we don’t need to clean them or re make the bed. Now we where on the way home and had just pulled in for petrol - she said stay there ill do it your driving We had only met some months back but we hit it off from our first meeting, two, I guess mature, people looking to enjoy life after having done all of what life expected of us - it was our time now. The car filled and paid for she slid back into the passenger seat, knowingly and slowly she smiled as she opened her legs and made sure her dress was high enough to expose her newly waxed crack. “What are you looking at Driver” - I played along “Nothing sorry nothing just making sure you were ok “ “I’m fine - lets drive, you dirty old man”, she laughed -“Slut, I grinned back” she warmly squeezed my thigh and we took off. After about 5 mins I asked if she had gotten coffee for us - she said I think we’ve had enough today, anyway I got something better, much better. She bent down and from her bag revealed a pack of Maltesers. What’s this I’m not a kid - what she did next was worth the trip back to childhoods favourite sweet. As I kept my eyes on the road and at the same time glancing at this lovely creature next to me - a women so full of life and energy she could charge batteries and a body hot enough to melt them. She took a Malteser from the pack - licked it held it in her lips - then loudly sucked it into her mouth and crunched the sweet chocolate. “Nice” I said Then she did it again and after she passed me one - the wet sweet resting on my lip and pushed it in my mouth, her finger lingering there till it was all the way in. The driving and concentration got harder and so did I. She leant over and grabbed my dick - “I thought you didn’t like Kids lollies?” “I'm trying to drive” “ok -maybe one more” She settled back in her seat, and opened legs so wide - she knew I was looking. Then she took a Malteser and slowed rubbed it along the length of her cunt finishing with a little twist to gather enough of her juice, and she held it under my nose and then rubbed on my lips and pushed it into my mouth. WELL NOW I HAVE TO STOP THE CAR. I think that afternoon I ate more Maltese’s than I had for many, many a year - it’s now my road trip favourite, and when I say lets get Maltese’s - we both know what we mean. They taste so much better now I’m older.

28 December 2025

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You dared me to hit the boxing day sales commando, wearing a cock ring and Viagra infused. We were going to the same shops at the same time and you never know your luck. Well my luck was in, you found me as I was checking out some books in the book store. My cock was semi hard, but noticeably visible. I didn't notice you walk up beside me and check out a book, then reach over to grab one directly in front of me. That's when I realised who you were and stepped back so you could move past me. You deliberately pushed back against me and you murmured something as you felt my cock twitch against you. We silently moved down the length of the table, looking at books, you grinning as you felt my cock getting harder. Your little sundress wasn't covering much and it was quite obvious you were commando and braless By the time we got to the end of the table, we both had what we were looking for and went and paid. I moved my bag around to my front so that not everybody could see my obvious boner. You came out after me and said you needed company for the 2 more stores you had to visit. We plodded along and chatted about what Santa had bought us for Christmas and all the while you were taunting and teasing me. You told me that you knew somewhere a little less crowded and if we were lucky, there could be an ice cream van. Who was I to say no to ice cream, so off we went to a lovely little park near Jimboomba. Sure enough there was ice cream, we got one each and off we went on the bushwalk. About 10-15 minutes walk in, you grabbed my hand and pulled me to a picnic table you spied, pushed me down onto it and devoured my rock hard cock. You gagged a little as you tried to get it all the way in, but it wasn't long before I blew into your mouth and you swallowed like a good girl you are. I reciprocated and you were very quick to cum. I stood and eased my now hard again cock inside your soaked pussy. You growled as I slid in deep on the first go and told me to ruin you pussy. I did absolutely that, I had your legs up and open and just hammered you for all I was worth. You didn't want to change position as the view of my cock slamming into you was making you more excited. I grunted I was going to cum again and you wrapped your legs around me and told me to fill you up with all I had left. Your hand moved to your clit and was a blur as we both came at the same time. We quickly cleaned up and just in time as an elderly couple came into view. We headed out to the cars and you gave me a deep passionate kiss and said you had better get back to the hubby and kids. I smacked your ass and told you to be safe and see you at the pool party for NYE. Its going to be a good NYE this year I hope

28 December 2025

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I want to share a story as an idea rather than a claim, something that came about unexpectedly and unfolded over time. Some years ago, I was having lunch at my local sports club when two young women asked if they could join me at my table. I agreed, and we began talking casually — about work, hobbies like fishing and camping, and everyday life. They were both studying nursing and were about to begin their second year. The conversation was relaxed and respectful. One of them asked a few personal questions — my age, whether I was retired, whether I was married, and if I drove. Before leaving, she asked if she could have my number, explaining that her family lived far away and it would be nice to have someone older and grounded she could talk to if she ever needed advice. I agreed. A few weeks later she contacted me and asked if I would be at the club on a particular day. When we met again, she mentioned a small maintenance issue in her flat that her landlord had been slow to address and asked if I would mind having a look. I agreed and followed her there. It turned out to be a simple fix. While we were talking afterward, the conversation became more personal. She spoke openly about how difficult it was, as a young woman, to find male companionship that felt safe and uncomplicated. She said she felt comfortable with me and valued my calm nature. She asked, very directly but respectfully, whether I would consider being a discreet companion — someone she could spend time with when she felt lonely. I was surprised by the honesty of the request, especially at my age, but she was clear that comfort, trust, and discretion mattered more to her than anything else. We agreed to take things slowly and see how it felt. Over time, a quiet, private arrangement developed — one based on mutual respect, consistency, and care. There was no drama, no pressure, and no confusion about boundaries. Later on, she introduced me to a close friend who was also part of her world. After open discussion and clear agreement between everyone involved, the arrangement expanded in a way that remained respectful and discreet. There was never secrecy between them, and nothing was done lightly. This continued for several years while they completed their studies. When the time came for them to move on professionally, we sat down together and spoke honestly about bringing that chapter to a close. They reflected that during that time they had lived full lives, stayed focused on their goals, and avoided the chaos that often surrounds casual relationships. To most people, I was simply seen as an older, grandfatherly figure in the background. For me, it was a reminder that connection can sometimes come from unexpected places, and that trust, calmness, and respect can matter far more than age or assumptions.

28 December 2025

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Vicki and I were at a house party, chatting to a young guy Colin for a while before Vicki suggested we strip down and head upstairs to the mezzanine level. With Vicki wearing only black thigh-high stockings and thigh-high fuck-me boots, the three of us went upstairs. We found a spot overlooking the living area below. With Vicki on her back with her boots in the air I slid my cock into her very wet cunt as Colin licked her nipple and played with her clit. Vicki had Colin's cock in her hand, stroking it to hardness as I eased my cock in and out of her hot cunt. Vicki told Colin to put a condom on as I moved around to put my cock in Vicki's mouth, watching as Colin slid his cock into Vicki's wet cunt. Colin and I continued alternating our cocks in Vicki's cunt until Vicki called for a break. Vicki and I wandered around the mezzanine area where we came across a couple on a mattress. I had played with them before. The guy did not play but he liked being next to his wife as she fucked another guy. I told Vicki that I was going to fuck the woman and would catch up with her later. Vicki wandered off and I put on a condom, climbed on the mattress and slid my cock into her while her husband held her hand and stroked her breasts. When I had finished with the couple I went looking for Vicki and found her bouncing up and down on a new guy's cock. I knelt down beside her as she continued fucking, this time with her hand on my cock. When she finished with the guy, she rolled on her back and spread her legs, a signal that she was ready for another cock. There is no better feeling than sliding your cock into a just-fucked cunt, so I kept going until I was able to warn her that I was getting close to coming. With that warning Vicki began to work on her own orgasm and she came as I came inside her.

26 December 2025

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8 years ago I was playing golf, solo. I was on the 7th green and a guy playing behind me asked to play through or play together. We played a few holes together. At the 10th green was a toilet he used. After coming out he said shame there are no girls here I can do with a blowjob. I think he knew I was bi. I said cheekily do they have to be girls, straight away he said no, then followed up with would you? I said hell yeah. We went into the stall, he said sit down. With him standing there in front he undid his pants and dropped them down. He already had a boner. I slid his boxers down and he's shlong flung out and almost hit my face. He rubbed his dick over my face as I played with his balls. Then with my mouth open he started tapping his cock on my tongue. Then I took over and started licking all over his shaft and sucking his balls. Once I put his cock in my mouth that's when I felt just how big it was. With slow sucks I enjoyed his throbbing cock for 10 minutes. Then he wanted to sit down on the toilet, I got to my knee's and kept going, and going for 20 minutes. He then said get up, I did and he turned me around and pushed me against the door and slid my pants down. I said hold on I'm a virgin in there. He said I'll only put the tip in. He slid his big dick along my tiny butt cleavage every now and then touching his head against my opening. After a bit he pushed his head in me, it hurt but it was hot and so was his dick. He tried to push a little more in but it was too big and I am too little. After a few pokes in and out he pushed hard, I think his dick bent from the pressure because it shot right up inside of me, I got it out it was too big. I said just finish in my mouth, I got on my knee's and started to give him a headjob again and after a bit he grabbed my head and started fucking my face and pushing it hard, I relaxed and let it down my throat, I could feel his head in my throat. He said I'm cumming and blew in my mouth. He said did you like that? I said I did. We exchanged numbers and I gave him head once a month for 5years, I didn't dare take it in the ass again it was too big but we worked on me losing my gag reflex and deep throat skills, always giving him head in 6 positions. He'd leave it alone for a week so he's dick would be throbbing and twitching at the slightest touch and hanging to blow. He'd text arrange a day meet for an hour long session of me edging him. Starting by dry humping my little butt cleavage, then sensual hot breath and tongue teasing, tip to throat long strokes to face fucking, usually with me finishing him on my face or letting it oozing it back out all over his finished fat. Until he moved to Melbourne for work.

25 December 2025

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I knew my fiancée had slept around more than I had - she was only the second for me. What I didn't yet know was how practical she was. She wanted me to get some more experience before we married, so I would find it easier to settle down. I'm not sure she managed to put the 'cap on the bottle' but it was nice trying... When we visited Melbourne for a convention she encouraged me to do as she had - find other conventioners and... have some fun. I got lucky... Sharon and I were in my room within an hour of meeting, after an unspoken agreement that we wanted each other. Badly. I will always remember her looking in my eyes as her mouth was engaged...standing in the middle of the room, seeing us in the mirror, her legs wrapped around me as I held her butt and how my hands were squishing those butt cheeks..my balls bouncing under them... I was a little embarrassed to find how loudly she liked to moan...but that didn't stop me staying with her in Sydney a few weeks later....making her late for work with sex in the shower... mmmm In those days personal ads could be found in certain newspapers. That's where I found Jeff and Julie. I was 28 and they were late thirties. It seemed everyone was nervous as we sat down together. They had decided we should watch some porn and enjoy a beer first but things were taking too long for Julie it seemed. Soon she turned to Jeff, kissed him and went down on him. Before I could wonder how or when I would get into the action Julie turned to me and I received the same treatment. So weird having a lady pleasure me while her man watched but Jeff just said 'is that nice mate?' I didn't need to answer. 'She needs two of us mate'. When I think back it's a bit of a blur. But I remember: - stroking myself as Julie went back to Jeff's cock, enjoying the sight - countless turns of Julie switching between us - all of us stripping off, in the huge living room with windows facing the sea - the porn continuing to play... - Jeff groaning as he took Julie missionary style on the floor - tasting come as I went down on Julie afterwards and the most vivid, intense, erotic moments of my life... - holding Julie's butt as she kneeled in front of me on the floor - joyously sliding into her as Jeff watched I'm pretty sure I didn't hold on for long and soon I was emptying my mind into Julie via long gushes from my cock. But almost immediately, at that age and in that room, I was hard again and: - wordlessly moving over to the couch by the windows - Julie putting her hands on the back of the couch, leaning forward and presenting her glorious butt to me again - moving across to hold her hips, slide into her once more - Jeff urging me 'root her mate!' as I fucked her, thrilling to the sight of all of her in front of me - Julie turning to Jeff, her eyes half closed with lust, whispering 'he's so hard!'

25 December 2025

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A while back my girl and I began a new direction in our relationship... she basically takes it from who she wants when she wants lol! Last evening (Christmas Eve), I returned home from business meetings. Yes, I had missed dinner and it was almost Christmas... but it seemed justifiable considering the business outcome that evening achieved. All parties want the business closed before the Christmas break. I drove the car into the garage excited to share the great news, I exited and walked in the house, as I did, I could hear noises coming from upstairs. I assumed her "boy toy" was visiting giving his Christmas present to her. I made myself a drink, then walked up stairs to change and take a look. Yes, I enjoyed seeing them sometimes. Why not on Christmas eve masturbate outside the door while watching. As I reached the top of the stairs and turned, I noticed the noises coming from another bedroom. I listed and walked toward the open door. There I saw my girl, legs up, moaning, with someone on top of her I did not expect. It was her son (not mine), going hard on her. He is 24, good looking, well hung (I had noticed when he was wearing sports shorts at times). I was shocked at what I was seeing. I walked back down stairs and finished my drink. They took another 20 odd minutes to finish. After about 30 mins, she noticed I was home with the noises downstairs and came to see me. As she approached, I asked "What was that about? What do you think you are doing?". She said to me "You were not here, Jaimison could not come over, and I was in need!" As she stood there about to pour a drink, her night gown open exposing her breasts and body. I looked and noticed there was cum dripping down her leg and out her pussy, dripping on the floor. I said "You let him cum inside you!". She smiled and laughed...then said "why not! Relax, you've been fucking me before with his cum in me!" I stood there not sure what to say. As I did, she came over and rubbed my and squeezed my crutch. She said "Your not hard!?" I said to her "I don't think what you are doing is a good idea. It needs to stop". She laughed and told me to calm down. With that she unzipped my suit pants, pulled out my cock and started sucking my cock. Always the best BJ I had experienced, I never refused. She pushed me backward onto the sofa, continuing to suck my cock. As I lay there enjoying her sucking, she stood up, opened he night gown and straddled me on the sofa. Still dripping a little, she sat down on my cock and started moving up and down. She was very wet, but also very loose. As she went up and down, she said "He is so much bigger than you. Fuck me with your little cock! Cum!" It was humiliating but felt so good I was enjoying it so much. It didn't take long this time, I moaned loud and cum inside her. She lowered and remained on top. Leaning down and kissing me on the lips. After we had finished, I made drinks for us both. We stood talking about the day. As we did, her son came down stairs. It was an uncomfortable conversation knowing what had happened. He talked to us like nothing had happened. He was unaware, I had seen them and now knew what had been happening with them for quite a while. I decided to let it go, enjoy Christmas day as a family as her daughter and husband were coming to stay over the holidays with us.

25 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 stories 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 I'm 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 I've ever had.

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 sidled 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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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 I've 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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