Drunken Divorcee Picked Up At A Bar [drunk; pick up sex; stranger; outdoors; anal]

By JK Jones

Viola squeezed my hand as we strolled off around the back of the bar, avoiding some piles of junk, and threading out way carefully back into a grassy field behind. The music, noise, and hub bub grew dimmer in our ears as we picked out way through the gravel and then dirt and grass.

An hour ago, I ran into her at Good Times, our local dive bar, sitting at the bar sipping a rum and coke, a petite, mousy little middle-aged divorcee, a cigarette burning in the ashtray beside her, the look of intoxication across her pretty face. We knew each other casually because we had lived in the same small town for a decade, but not that well, because we had never done anything together.

I was horny, so pulled up next to her and ordered a beer, and we made some small talk. I covertly looked over at her plump braless tits poking out of the top of an otherwise conservative sundress. Her long hair was auburn, and although her brows were too thick and she could have used makeup, her small slender form was enticing, and her eyes were lovely, although a little glassy.

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Cougar Bang [lengthy; old/young; college; twisted]

By JK Jones

My first year at State College I lived in the study dorm, where I became best friends with Frank, a freshman who actually grew up here in Riverville. That was convenient because rather than use the small and almost useless vendor washer and driers in the dorm basement, we both packed our dirty laundry into duffle bags, and every two weeks I was able to hang out at his house while I washed and dried.

I tried to keep my eyes off of Jocelyn, Frank’s mother, during my stay there, because to otherwise caused me to develop an instant hard on. She was a tall, curvy, brown-haired woman with lovely tan legs, a firm-looking ass that jiggled in the shorts she usually wore, and really large, pendulous breasts with nipples that destroyed any bra that tried to hold them down. She was pretty in an older woman kind of way, with a wide brow, big blue eyes, always made up with eye shadow and mascara, a pert little nose, and a wide smile, which, along with her knowing wink, was about all I ever saw coming from her, emotion-wise.

Blowjob on the Bus [oral; CIM; friends; public]

By JK Jones

My bestie Jill was having problems with her car. Like me, she was a broke part-time college student, with a part-time shit job, and no reliable transportation. She moonlighted cleaning houses sometimes, on her days off from school and working as a waitress at the Peppermill near campus. One day she texted and asked if I was busy. It was my day off from my own drudge job as a line chef at that same fine dining establishment, so I told her I wasn’t busy. Turns out she had to go clean a house on the other side of town and was going to need to take a city bus, and would I mind coming along and hanging with her today, since she didn’t want to ride the bus alone. “I’ll totally make it worth your while” she also texted.

Jill is a little hottie, a petite brunette, maybe 5’1” at most, and not over 90 pounds soaking wet. I just adored her legs and ass, and didn’t mind that she was flat chested, because she was so fucking cute, with her flashing blue eyes and little pixie nose and full mouth smile. We were best friends, and of course I had always wanted to be more than that, but she’d had a boyfriend for like forever. So we just flirted a lot at work, and texted back and forth a lot at other times.

She insisted she could suck cock better than her mother.

By J.K. Jones

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.

Our weirdest (swingers) evening ever [swinging; group; fraud; unwanted contact; hilarity]

Swingers who play regularly with others will invariably run into all kinds of craziness- it’s the nature of the beast that when people get naked, you just cannot predict for sure how it’s going to end, and whose body is going to end up on the floor! However, some situations outshine the rest in terms of pure batshit craziness, and I have one for the ages to tell you about.

Aunt Jane is a Naughty Slut

By JK Jones

I was in Minneapolis on business last week, and called my Aunt Jane, a gorgeous single older woman who I had always had an eye out for. She was my mother’s much younger sister, and although my aunt, she was only 6 or 7 years older than me.

She was happy to hear from me, and invited me over to dinner. I showed up with a bottle of wine and she met me at the door, looking fine, a little drunk and possibly horny. She took the bottle of wine from my me, grabbed my hand and led me inside.

I followed her into the kitchen, and set the bag down. She turned around and melted into my arms, her hot moist lips urgently pressing against mine, her tongue flickering around against mine, her breath warm on my cheek. I felt her shapely body pressed against my gym-hardened sides, and my hands found her hips as we kissed.

A moment later, we pulled back a little. “Wow,” Jane breathed. “I had forgotten what a sexy man you are.” I chuckled, raising an eyebrow at her. “You are model gorgeous,” I argued. She crinkled her face into a grateful smile, and then moved forward for another passionate kiss.

Blowjob from my Neighbor [cheat; oral; cumplay; piss]

Hearing a soft knock on my door, I looked up from the cup of coffee I was sipping at the kitchen table. I set aside Facebook on my smart phone, got up, and walked over to the door. I bent forward and looked through the small tiny round eyeball gizmo, and in the fishbowl I saw the face of my neighbor Monica. Through the tiny lens, I couldn’t see much beyond her big round blue eyes and the reddish black hair that fell around her white face.

Odd that she’d be knocking at 9 in the morning, just 5 minutes after my wife had pulled out of our driveway, headed for an all-day work-related seminar. That was the reason I was up- had cooked her some breakfast and given her a coffee to go for the road. I had been sitting there after she left, trying to decide whether I wanted to go back to sleep or head into the den and check out some computer porn, and wank my crank.

Fucking Two Friends I Haven’t Seen Since High School [drunk; milf; threesome; anal; cumplay]

By J.K. Jones

I was passing through my old hometown this weekend. I stopped by and said howdy to my parents, who live in the same big house I grew up in, had some dinner, and then was going to hit the road instead of accepting their offer to stay the night in my old bedroom.

However it was mid summer and still bright, kind of late in the evening, and my throat was dry, so I stopped by the local watering hole to have a beer for the road.

Walking in, I was surprised to hear my name called by a lady, and turned to see an old high school flame, Connie. She laughed with pleasure at seeing me, put her beer bottle on the bar, and sidled over to me. Connie had put on a little weight, but not badly, and was to my eyes a fine, curvy, sexy middle aged woman. A little too much make up but her V neck shirt showed a lot of curvy tanned tit, so it was all good in my book. “Jay!” she exclaimed. “My god, I haven’t see you in what, twenty years?” I nodded, pulled her in for the hug she was gunning for, and kissed the side of her neck, smelling her strong perfume, and, I thought, a little hint of wet pussy.

Family Sex Party [sister; cousin; others; orgy]

By J.K. Jones

My sister Cheryl asked me if I wanted to go to an orgy with her. We had just finished fucking and were lying together in her bed, spooning our naked, sweaty bodies, a small spattering of juice and cum here and there on our crotches. Her fingers were lightly playing with my chest hair, and I could feel her large tits against my arm and shoulder as she lay half upon me.

“Um, sure I guess,” I said. “Have never been.”

“These are people I met through Tinder,” Cheryl told me. “Nice people, sexy. My friends Calvin and Stephanie are going to host something. Eight or ten people I think. They don’t know you are my brother.”

“And everyone fucks each other?” I asked, more curious than excited. It was such an odd concept to me.

My sister giggled, and flicked my nipple. “The guys all play straight. If we play, you’ll probably end up fucking some of the girls.

“Oh, ok, and you’d be okay with that?” I asked.

“Sure, but you’ll have to be okay with watching me get fucked by other guys, and suck other dicks. Think you can handle that?”

Crème Pie Under the Summer Sun [outdoors; public; crème pie]

I knew Amanda was waiting for me in her backyard. She had texted me 10 minutes previously to advise that her roommate had left for the day, and that she was nude and sunbathing in their fenced back yard, hopping in and out of her pool. I had lost little time in jumping on my bike and speeding in her direction.
My redheaded girlfriend and I had been dating for about a month, and by dating, I mean fucking every night either in my efficiency apartment, or in her room in the house she rented with her friend Jasmine. “Dating” also included regular blowjobs which Amanda loved to give me, usually in some quiet public place where there was just a little danger of being caught. She loved nothing more that opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue to receive a wet pungent load of cum, all the while looking out sideways with her eyes to make sure no one had walked into our alley or behind our dumpster, or was close to our car, or wherever we happened to be engaging in illegal public oral sex.
Four minutes later I parked my bike in Amanda’s carport right beside her cute blue VW Bug, tossed my helmet aside, and bounded around edge, not bothering to go inside her small rented pad. Instead, I reached up and opened a tall wooden gate in a taller wooden fence, and pushed it in. The gate creaked as I stepped inside, and I quickly moved a step to my left, and closed the gate back up.
The creaking had announced my presence, and Amanda looked up at me. Her skin was a magnificent golden hue, and her redhead hair was splayed out on a white blanket around her pretty face. Her long, shapely legs were spread very wide, almost like a gymnast splits, and she had three fingers buried in her gleaming pink pussy. She grinned lewdly at me, not embarrassed in the least that I had burst in on her while she was finger fucking herself with one hand, and had the other underneath her body, with one finger of that hand rubbing on her pink butthole. “You made it, Stud,” she said. “Now get those clothes off, and get that tongue of yours as far up my cunt as you can stick it.”
Mentally thanking my lucky stars for that small slice of courage that had allowed me to strike up a conversation with this woman at the library last month, despite her looking so beautiful, aloof, unapproachable and intimidating, I moved forward, tugging my clothes off as quickly as I could operate the buttons, snaps and zippers. Amanda certainly didn’t seem off-putting now, lying on her back in the sun, legs wide and inviting, pussy stretched by three long fingers, and now the finger on her other hand inside her cute little asshole. Her eyes were lusty and her breathing was already heavy, as I settled onto the blanket below her spread legs.
“First contact: clit.” Amanda ordered, and I complied, leaning forward, taking a moment to breathe on her damp, shaven mound. Then my tongue came out and I licked upward from her wet fingers, each buried to the second knuckle in her pussy, and right on her erect little clit. I moved my tongue around, sucking and slurping, and taking that clit into my mouth, even chewing lightly on the little soldier. Amanda smelled like pussy, like sun tanning oil, and a little bit like ass, and the heady aroma drove me crazy.
My hands each grasped a thigh and squeezed, pushing them farther apart, as I nibbled harder on her clit and the juicy lips of her finger-impaled cunt. Amanda began moaning and whimpering and saying indistinct but obviously filthy things in an unintelligible mumble, and then she was orgasming, shoving her clit into my mouth by grinding her hips forward on my face, all the while ramming another finger, for a total of four, as far as she could fit them in her cunt. She was only stopped by the bend in her wrist from just simply fisting herself.
In the meantime my cock was a hard as granite, and bumping on the blanket as I squatted down licking her quim. Once she had cum, her fingers plopped out of her pussy, along with a small flow of girl-cum. I moved up on my knees, my form suddenly shadowing her from the bright sun, and moved my cock right to the middle, the head of my dick bulging and enormous. It slipped right on top of her distended pink slip, surrounding itself with her pussy lips, luxuriating in the juice, and then I slowly pushed, and the thick rod of turgid flesh disappeared up inside Amanda. She stiffened up with pleasure as my cock poked into her cervix somewhere up underneath her belly button, and as I leaned forward to kiss her, her nubile legs wrapped around me and crossed ankles behind my back.
Her tongue sought mine, and our kiss was really messy, with saliva and spit falling out all over her face. She bit at my tongue with her perfect white teeth, and growled like a fiendishly evil succubus as I bit back at her lips. Her fingernails dug into my arms, which were strained, holding my upper body over hers as my hips pumped hard and fast, smashing my cock in and out of her tight fuck hole.
The sun was hot on my back, and the pussy was tight and wet around my cock, and that combination, as well as the view of the horny redhead slut lying under me, the smell of pussy, ass and tanning lotion, and sound of her moaning and whimpering all worked together to push me close to the edge of a massive miasmatic orgasm. I held back though, against all odds, until I felt her cunt pulsing and she threw her head back and screamed in a high pitch- sure signs that she was having a magnificent cum. As she was peaking, I pushed harder, took of the controls, and felt the liquid pulsation of orgasm building in my spine and then flow through my body down to my cock. As my balls slapped her perfect inner ass cheeks, my cock emptied insider her slimy hooch, filling every available cubic inch with white love crème.
I groaned in pleasure as I emptied my nuts in her horny pussy, bent down to kiss her very lovingly, and then rolled over off Amanda, onto the blanket beside her. My cock actually made a plopping sound as it left her body, and left a small trail of fluid across her leg.
“Jeez, babe, that was really amazing.” I told her. “I just fucking love summer.”
“God, yes,” purred Amanda, rolling on her side to touch me, laying a smooth leg across my lower body. “You were just what I fucking needed.”
“Wonderful,” I told her.
“Now I’m hungry. Go make me a sammich.” she said.
I looked over at her. “Seriously? Can’t I just lie here and rest?”
“I’m starved,” Amanda said. “I mainly wanted you to come over to make us lunch.”
“What about the fucking?” I asked.
“Well of course we are going to fuck when you come over. But I want a sandwich.” Amanda said. “Please……?”
I sat up. “Cost you anal sex when I come back.”
“That sounds fair,” Amanda said.
And so we spent the rest of the afternoon trading sexual favors for trips to the kitchen. But of course, that is another story.