My wife Emily and I have a special friend. Ed is a single guy, mid 40’s like us, a doctor, a triathlete, mountaineer, an aging Star Wars nerd, and one of the best damn fucks in this city. Emily dated him for a year or two before meeting me and falling in love with me, and she remained his friend during our courtship and for the last six years we’ve been married. She also occasionally would meet him to fuck like rabbits, with my full knowledge and permission. Ed and I got to be good friends because we had a lot in common: hard bodies, fitness, the outdoors, and the love of fucking a deranged slut until she either taps out or dies of an aneurism. Emily was happy to have two hot guys to fuck regularly- me on a daily basis, obviously, and Ed once or twice a week, depending on his schedule. When she was up at his house, I sometimes went to the gym and sometimes went to visit my side chick Laurie. All of this was above-board and discussed in advance, and there weren’t any significant jealousy issues. I believe humans are not monogamous, and if my wife wants to suck on another cock once in a while, hey, that’s fine with me. I was glad she didn’t mind me fucking Laurie now and then; it helped that she knew it was only fucking, and nothing to do with love or loving intimacy.
Author: Fiftyandclueless
Girlfriend’s Mom Invites Me to Inspect Her Tattoos
After I broke up with a college girlfriend Randi, I found myself hanging out with her mother Carissa. This isn’t as odd as it sounds. Carissa was a pretty middle aged widow, semi-retired already, in her mid 40’s, who spent a lot of time gardening, volunteering, and cooking. She and I got along from the git go, often better than Randi, who was often a high maintenance cunt on wheels. So after I was no longer banging her slutty daughter, I was spending afternoons and occasional evenings over with Carissa, doing handyman work, mowing lawns, reaching for things off high shelves, or just hanging with her watching TV or playing cards.
There was never anything sexual or inappropriate between us, not at first. Not that I would have minded, since Carissa, although plump, had amazing curves, huge breasts that she kept locked away in monstrous bras, lovely black hair, great skin, flashing eyes, and a glinting smile. She was smart and funny, and, I think, a little lonely, and she appreciated having a young man hanging around. As for me, it was a good place to escape my loud dorm at college, a quiet place I could read or study, where there was always a fridge stocked with great food, and the pleasant company of a well-rounded (in all aspects) and friendly, good humored woman.
Rimmed by a stranger in the park
At first glance, you would not suspect that Ramona was a hardcore ass freak. She was sitting next to me in the lounge of our local Starbucks, reclined back on a comfortable chair, diddling with her smart phone. She looked to be about 25 years old, with straight brunette hair to her shoulders, a pretty face behind white rimmed glasses, dressed in a hoodie and a skirt, colorful leggings and Converse sneakers. In other words, like almost every other run of the mill Bohemian millennial, cute and approachable, and probably ten years younger than me.
I struck up a conversation about something, and within a few minutes we were chatting like old friends. Her name was Ramona, she was a part time office assistant, part time student studying business at community college, she lived with two roommates in a cheap flat close by, she was occasionally bi-, she was currently single, and she loved cats. After gleaning that in ten minutes and telling her similar demographic information about myself, we ended up walking out to a local park behind the coffee shop.
Sis Needs My Cock For Some Revenge Photos
My sister Joy looked pretty bummed out and pissed off when I walked into the living room. She was glaring at her phone and alternating nasty looks with some head shaking and teeth clamping, some guttural sounds and other signs of anger. She was older than me by two years, enrolled in community college in our town, while I was finishing my senior year of high school. Both of us lived with my parents, but didn’t see each other all that much because we had widely disparate schedules. I was gone early and out doing school and sports related stuff almost every single day, while she slept in and then was off to her part time job at the grocery store and then evening classes at the college.
Overall, the two of us were pretty close. I always though she was super cute, even if she was my sister. She was skinny but busty, like our mom, and had long brunette hair. Joy had a beautiful face, and had been a local model for some TV commercials at one point, based on her looking fine. Right now she wasn’t pretty though, as she frowned up at me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting down beside her.
“My boyfriend cheated on me with that whore Stephanie.” She said, glowering. “And he fucking had the nerve to tell me that she sucks his cock better than me.”
“That’s lame,” I said. “She’s a pig.”
“Oh, she totally is. She’s so fat. But I know what’s going on- she’ll suck him off whenever he asks, and she lets him fuck her ass too.”
“How do you know that?” I asked, a little perplexed.
“Because he always wanted to fuck my ass, and I wouldn’t let him,” said Joy, looking over at me with a “Duh” expression on her face. “He’s a fucking perv. I didn’t trust that he wouldn’t hurt me with his cock in my butt, so I told him no.”
“Um, that’s a little more than you need to tell me, Sis.” I said.
“Oh shut up. We talk about everything. You were telling me just yesterday how you jerked off in your car in the parking lot that one time.”
I chuckled. “Damn, I wish I hadn’t said that. But fine, feel free to tell me. Do you not like being fucked in the ass?”
My sis looked over at me. “I do like it, and that’s what’s totally whack about this. I would have let him put his cock in my ass if he had just been patient. And I was happy to suck his cock any time, if he just had the balls to ask. But he was just a fucking pussy, getting all shy around me. So he broke up and now he found a fat, ugly slut that doesn’t intimidate him, and will do anything he says.”
“Well, sounds like he’s getting what he deserves.” I said. “He’s a fucktard anyway. I think he ate paint chips when he was younger. You’ll find someone better.”
“I know, but I want him to fucking hurt,” said Joy, spitefully. “I was thinking about sending him some pictures of me, sexy ones, with a caption like ‘You gave this up for that fat cow.’”
“That would be funny,” I said. “Well, I need to get upstairs and start my homework.”
“Would you help me take the pictures?” Joy said. “That way it won’t be an obvious selfie.”
I shook my head, looking over at my sexy sister. “Don’t you think that would be weird and awkward?”
“No, I don’t.” she said. “It’s just posing some pictures. You won’t be in them, and if you see me naked, I don’t care. It’s not like you’re going to tell anyone, right?”
I shook my head. My cock was a little thicker in my pants. “Of course not. I’d keep the secret. But don’t you have another guy that can do this for you?”
Sis stood up. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and her legs looked slim and smooth. “Nope,” she said. “I don’t have anyone else. And I don’t want a stranger looking at my tits and cunt.”
“Cunt?” I asked. “So you mean dirty pictures.”
“Come on, I’ll show you.” Joy grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway and into her bedroom. She locked the door behind us. She played with her smartphone a bit and handed it to me. The camera was on.
“I’m going to strip and be sexy. I want you to snap away. And try to forget I’m your sister, ok? As far as you are concerned, I’m a slutty model that wants to take some dirty pictures.”
I gulped and nodded. “And take off your shirt at least,” Joy said. “If I’m getting naked, you should be bare chested.” I pulled off my own shirt, revealing my rippling pecs and six pack abs, features I worked hard to acquire through workouts and diet.
“Very nice,” Joy said. “Now me.” Without further ado, she pulled her t-shirt off over her head. Her large tits were in a pink bra, which she reached behind her back and unsnapped, and then her bra fell away, and those perfect large globes of flesh bounced free. Her nipples were dark and standing up. “Take pictures,” she said, lifting her hair up behind her head, and turning around, giving come hither looks at me. I snapped away, taking a dozen pictures of her full above-the waist, and then zooming down to capture a tit and nipple.
“Gimme your hand. Get this in the picture.” Said Joy, grabbing my left hand and pulling it against her tit. Her flesh filled my palm, so warm, and the nipple so hard against my grip. I squeezed it, then with a thumb and finger I rolled her nipple, and continued to snap away with the camera in my right hand. “Yes, “ said Joy. “I’ll bet that looks sexy.
Then Joy moved back to her bed, sat down on the edge, and pulled off her shorts. She had no panties on, which didn’t surprise me, and there was her beautiful pussy, with just a tuft of hair up above the top of a vertical pink slit. I snapped pictures, starting back a few feet away, and then zooming in to her pussy. “Very sexy,” I told her. “You have a nice cunt.”
“Watch this,” said Joy. She edged back on the bed, and spread her legs wide in a graceful move, and then with her fingers, pulled her pink cunt all the way open, showing the wet pink flesh inside. I kept snapping pictures. I must have made a 100 by this time.
“Ok, brother, don’t say no. I want you to get a picture of your fingers going into my hole.” Joy said, as she used one hand now to hold open her cunt, and her other one to rub on her clit. I nodded, and with my left hand, slowly set it on her pussy, continuing to take pictures. My cock was really hard in my pants now, and I know that Joy could see it.
My fingers just slid into her wet cunt, and I couldn’t believe how juicy she was. Joy moaned and humped against my hand, pushing the fingers farther into her. I snapped away picture after picture. “These are fucking hot,” I told her. Joy moaned and made a little crying sound, and then she was cumming, her body shuddering. A river of girl cum squirted out on my hand.
I stood back, snapping pictures of her whole body now, legs spread, cunt dripping, tits heaving, looking up at me. “OK, you have some hot pictures now, Sis.” I said.
“I want some with your cock in it. Don’t make me beg. Please just pull those pants down.”
She didn’t have to beg. I loosened my pants and let them drop. I was still snapping pictures with her phone as my long cock popped out of my pants. Joy sat up and clambered to the edge of the bed, smiling sexily and joyfully, opening her mouth, and then without even touching it with her hands, just impaling her mouth on my dick, taking me all the way into her throat, until her lips were touching my pubes. The whole time she kept her eyes open, looking up at me as I snapped pictures of this. Then Joy pulled back and began stroking me and licking at my balls like a slut, making a big production of a spit covered blowjob, stroking my cock, sucking on the head, juggling my balls, spitting on everything, moaning, begging with a slutty voice for my cum. You’ve seen blowjobs like that in porn movies, and my sister was giving one to me as I snapped pictures of it, knowing it was going to really piss off her ex.
Step Mom Spreads Her Legs For Me
Our family was going on vacation together to Hawaii. We were flying together from Seattle, but my father was on a business trip in the Midwest. My stepmother Jennifer and I flew to Seattle and were planning to rendezvous with Dad in the morning, meeting him as he flew in from Omaha, and then the three of us would hop on the plane to Kona.
Jennifer and I arrived in Seattle midafternoon the day before, and both of us noticed the crowds at the airport. “Holidays, I guess,” my stepmother said, shrugging her shoulders and grinning at me. She was a short, curvy lady of vaguely 40 years, with long flowing brown hair, flashing blue eyes, and a wicked smile that hinted of things that I never allowed myself to think about. She was dressed in comfortable travelling clothes- yoga pants over her shapely legs, and a t shirt and hoody that didn’t do much to conceal her very large breasts. In fact, sitting beside her in the cramped airplane on the flight in, her boob kept pressing into my arm as we flew, pretty much any time either of us moved. It felt nice, but I made a show of moving away from her the first time it happened. She sighed and looked at me. “Sorry I keep touching you. Dangers of flying. Better you than him.” And she rolled her eyes at the guy on the other side of her seat, so obese fat fuck. She leaned in to me and whispered. “So just expect me to be half in your seat the whole trip, love. I really don’t want to touch that guy.” I grinned and nodded, and she leaned into me unabashedly, her breast smashing around my arm. “You do feel nice.” Jennifer whispered. “Strong young muscles. I wish your father had those.” I chuckled, flexed my arm a little so she could feel it, then went back to my book.
Mother Daugher Blowjob Contest, Part 2
Grumpy Pete was sitting at his kitchen table on the top floor of his shabby split level house, eating a plate of microwaved ravioli, and dunking some white bread into the orange sauce. Across the room, the television was set on an Oldies-But-Goldies station, and something that looked like black and white 50’s sitcom was flashing on the screen. Grumpy Pete wasn’t paying the muted television much mind. He was focused on scooping ravioli on his bread, and keeping the shit off his shirt as he ate.
There was a light knock on the stair bannister, and a platinum blonde head of big hair popped over the rail. It was Vanity, the daughter of Pete’s slutty MILF tenant Dorothy, who lived downstairs in the small two bedroom mother-in-law apartment. Dorothy was a fortyish busty whore, literally, who worked part time at a bingo parlor and as a waitress, but spent most of her time conducting happy-ending massage in her bedroom downstairs, and by that, Pete knew she was simply blowing her clients, earning $50 for ten or fifteen minutes of work and three minutes of conversation as she hurried them out of her place, and went to brush her teeth before the next client. Pete had once sat in his window for an afternoon reading a book, and counted nine men leaving Dorothy’s place in one day.
My Sexy Cousin Twerks On Me
I was lounging around the living room of my parents’ house one afternoon, a little sweaty from just having mowed the lawn in the sun, thinking about a shower, but not quite motivated yet to do it. At the prime age of 19, I still lived with my parents; this made sense, because I was enrolled full time at the local community college, getting some of my basic credits in on the cheap. Mom and Dad didn’t charge me rent, and in return I kept the lawn and gardens crisp and clean, the windows washed, the garbage taken out, and any other random chores that Mom was fond of assigning me. All in all, it was a sweet deal for me, since I had my own room in an otherwise unoccupied basement, and could study, game, or fuck to my heart’s content.
Speaking of fucking, I hadn’t done a lot of that for a few weeks, ever since my now-ex-girlfriend Tiffany had dropped the boom on me, calling me a loser and breaking up with me. “You might have a big cock,” she said, “but you’re boring and unmotivated. Community college? For fucks sake.” Then she promptly started dating some greasy auto mechanic. You know, whatever.
Interrupted My Masturbating Babysitter
By Rodney Robertsen
Clark smiled at Ginger as he reached for his wallet. The pretty blonde college student was standing in front of him, her long pale hair swept back over her shoulders, her pert 19-year old breasts jutting out of a tight grey sweater which didn’t come down far enough to cover her skinny tanned midriff with a cute orange belly button piercing. Her shapely calves were bare, small feet in flip flops, and her slender thighs poked out of blue jean cut-offs.
Clark’s wife Betty was already upstairs and in bed. The two had gotten home from an exhausting company party, and Betty had given him a peck on the cheek as they walked up the stairs, her ample ass moving in her long dress. “Can you go pay Ginger and drive her home if she needs it? I’m tired. I’ll peek on the kids, and then I’m hitting the hay. I assume you’re going to unwind on a game or something?” Clark told her “Yep,” and came back downstairs, where Ginger was waiting.
Secretary Blowjob
By Remy Rims
Gloria wasn’t subtle about wanting the raise. She was sitting on the edge of my desk when I walked into my office after lunch, her short skirt riding up those fabulous black-stockinged legs, her fingers drumming lightly on the top of my desk, her pretty pixie face squished up with a skeptical look, and in her other hand, what looked like a copy of a memo I’d gotten earlier from management.
“You WERE going to tell me about this, weren’t you?” she asked inquisitively, her voice dangerous.
I played dumb. “What’s that?”
“You know what it is. A memo giving you discretionary authority to pick two employees for a 20% raise. You’ve had it since this morning. Why haven’t you discussed this with me?”
Gloria was a helluva secretary, a sexy little beast with fiendish intelligence and a wicked sense of fun. She was like a caged animal when pissed off, and she looked a little upset at me now.
I moved past her and sat at my desk, very close to her legs, which were fully within my reach. Of course, as her boss, touching them would have been inappropriate.
I’m So Glad When Daddy Comes Home
“Hello, little girl!” Daddy was home. He set a bag on the table next to the door. I jumped up, ran across the room, and leaped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his torso, and kissed him on the cheek.
He held me firmly. “My, my, I’m happy to see you, too!” He exclaimed, setting me down on the ground.
I smiled up at him. “Welcome home, Daddy!”
“I brought you a treat,” he said, with a twinkle in his eye. He reached into the bag, and pulled out a milkshake.
I clapped my hands together. “Oh Daddy, I just love you!” I took the milkshake from his hands and sauntered back across the room, sucking fiercely on the thick concoction. It stubbornly refused to migrate up the straw.
“Well don’t you look cute,” he commented, as I walked away.
“Thanks,” I flashed him a toothy grin. “You like?”
“Very much,” he nodded his head approvingly. “What are you all dressed up for?”