By JK Jones
Helen batted her eyes at me. “You got me all wet out there, with that hot young body of yours so close. I’m going to have to wash my bottoms too.” And she hooked thumbs into her g string, and slowly lowered them to her knees, stepping out of them, putting one hand up on my side to steady herself. Her touch was hot and electric to me.
“I know what you are thinking,” Helen told me, stepping close to me, and pushing her sweaty, gleaming lotion-covered tits against my abdomen and chest.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“That you’d like to wash your shorts and underwear too, of course,” said Tommy’s sexy, naked, voluptuous tanned mother, standing as she pressed her nakedness against me. Her hands began working at my zipper, and it took her less than five seconds to unsnap my shorts, and push, in one swipe, my shorts and underwear down past my knees. She followed them down, taking them to my ankles, and held them as I stepped out of them.
My cock was jutting out eight inches into the air, and she knelt there in front of me, her beautiful face smiling broadly, and looking up at me. My cock was brushing her left cheek, and I could feel those big tits against my legs.
“So Tommy is sleeping all day?” she asked innocently. I croaked out a “Yes.”
“Well you know what that means, don’t you?” she said, breathing purposefully on my cock, but not touching it with her flickering tongue or soft lips.
I shook my head.
“Here,” she said. “Let me show you.”
Helen was a beautiful middle-aged goddess, the mother of my best friend Tommy, who was upstairs in his childhood room, sleeping off a drug-induced party frenzy from last night. I had come over to wash clothes, had bantered and flirted with her outside by the pool, and then had come into the laundry room with her to throw a load into the drier. One thing had led to another, and now we were naked, and this busty, tanned brunette was squatting on the floor naked in front of me, looking up with a horny evil grin on her fine features.
Helen moved forward, her pendulous tits squishing up against my legs, and at the same time she opened her mouth and simply took my full cock into her face, slowly sinking it down her throat. I moaned in pleasure as the head of my cock pushed against her tonsils and popped down her throat, and she, with a slight gagging sound, reached the base of my cock with her lips, completely enveloping my long rod into her wet throat. She looked up at me again, eyes wide, nostrils flared, and then I felt her fingernails sink a little into my ass cheeks. She paused a moment, and then pulled her head back off of my cock. My rod emerged gleaming wet from her mouth, and she gasped for air, a string of spit sliding out of her mouth. “Fuck, that’s a wonderful cock,” she moaned. Then she began bobbing her mouth up and down on the first three inches of it, while sucking powerfully. I reached over to grab the washing machine to steady myself. Helen came off my cock for a second to say something. “Spread your legs a little,” she ordered,. “I want to be able to reach your asshole.” Then she went back down on my cock. I obediently pushed my feet a little farther apart, and felt one of her hands slip down between my leg, the fingers brushing my nuts, and then dancing back across my taint. She pulled the finger back and I saw that hand go down to her crotch. She slid the finger into her own wet pussy, covering it with cunt slime and then she was reaching back again between my shaking legs, all the while licking and sucking on the head of my cock with her marvelous talented tongue. Then I gasped as I felt her fingernail and then a finger push against my butthole. “Relax,” she said. “It will feel good.” I nodded, and tried, and she continued to suck on my cock, pressing those huge breasts against my thights, and relentlessly pushing a finger up my ass until it felt buried to her second knuckle. “See?” she said.
“Yep,” I uttered. She pulled back a bit from my cock, which was slick and wet, and began stroking it in her fist. “I’m fascinated with ass.” Helen said. “I am going to lick your butt in a minute, and I want you to lick mine, get some fingers in there and stretch me out, and then I want this fucking cock of yours in my ass.”
Struck dumb, I could only nod. “Turn around,” she said, “And bend over a little bit. I want to toss your salad.” I had only heard of this in porn movies, and was excited to try, so I turned, thrust my ass at her and bent over the cool metal of the washing machine. I could feel Helen’s breasts pressed against the back of my legs, and her legs against my feet, and then her hands were on each of my butt cheeks, spreading them, and her breath was warm and moist on my sensitive asshole, and then I felt the most amazing sensation as she made her wet tongue kind of rigid, sticking it out as far as she could, and then slowly pushed that tongue into my butt, expanding my asshole, stretching it a bit, lubricating it with her spit, and then sliding in and out a little. She rimmed me enthusiastically, licking and slurping and shoving her tongue as far as she could into me.
Author: Fiftyandclueless
Emotional Brunette – A MILF Seduction Fantasy [seduction, decision, no sex (yet)]
“Hi, do you mind if I sit down over here?” asked the pretty woman, and then, recognizing me, “Oh, hiya Jay. I didn’t realize it was you.”
“Hi, Ms. Rodgers,” I grinned. “Sure, it’s a free country.” She smiled at me, but I could see it was a thin veneer over a pain-ridden face. I was sitting on one end of a long park bench in one of the rose gardens surrounding the capital grounds in Salem, Oregon. A few trees sheltered the bench from busy traffic, and a small duck pond lay before us. I was reading “The Stranger” by Albert Camus in the warm spring sun. A bunch of guys were drinking early and raising hell at my fraternity (it was Friday afternoon) and I had sought out a quiet place to get my requisite chapters read.
Ms. Rodgers sat on the bench, a respectful distance from me. She seemed preoccupied. I knew her from the coffee shop where I worked part time as a barista. She was a coffee fanatic and over the course of many mornings, and seeing her credit card she paid with, I got her name, Cassandra Rodgers, and basic story: secretary in a government office, Oregon native, a couple of kids who lived with their father. She was always very nice, and tipped a perfect 15% each time, down to the cent. But that was really all I knew.
My Niece Needed Cash [family; incest; blowjob; prostitution]
By Rodney Robertsen
Clarissa is my sister Claire’s daughter, and like her mother, she loves money. Claire married a good man, took him for every dime he had, divorced him, and is on the prowl for her next sugar daddy- but that’s a different story.
Clarissa is about 20 years old, done with high school and not doing much with her life, part time jobs here or there, but mostly sitting around in her room on her computer, doing god knows what. I know this because I’m over at Claire’s place pretty regularly, doing hand man stuff, mowing the lawn, fixing broken drawers, things like that, things that she has no clue how to do, or frankly, any desire. Since she’s family, and I’m semi-retired, I swing by a few times a week to help her out. Claire is kind of a cunt, but she’s family, and I know her house would fall into disrepair if I wasn’t around, so I’m over there frequently.
Yesterday afternoon, I knocked, and then went in. I knew Claire was gone, so headed to the kitchen to make a K Cup of coffee, and then planned to work on the flower bed in front a little.
Double Teaming Tesla and Twain – a Jessica the Time Travelling Slut™ Story [time travel; celebrity; science; sperm collection]
By J.K. Jones
Nikolai Tesla’s Laboratory, 33 South Fifth Ave., West Broadway.
March 4, 1894 4:15 p.m.
With a deep bassy throb, the portal opened for exactly 3.14 seconds, and a beautiful woman stepped through it, and into the room.
Jessica straightened up and stretched her lithe, long-legged, overly busty body, which was packed into a dark brown leather bodysuit. She pushed her long auburn hair out of her beautiful blue eyes; she then reached down and pulled a leather string out of her pocket, and tied back her hair, letting it cascade down between her slender, muscular shoulders.
The two men in the room watched with shock and surprise on their faces. One of them was tall, dark haired and mustachioed, with a Eastern European cast to his narrow features. He was in a white laboratory coat, with the sleeves rolled up. The other man was shorter, wider, dressed in a fine suit with a white shirt and bow tie. He had a wider face, pointed nose and big, American eyebrows and mustaches. His hair was salt and pepper, and his hands were wrapped around a beer mug.
Caught My Hot Neighbor Sunbathing [cheat; affair; backyard]
By J.K. Jones
I was lolling around the house last Sunday, bored with the midsummer heatwave that was blanketing the city, enjoying a day off from work but not really. I was trying to decide what to do when I glanced out my kitchen window toward my backyard, and saw, over to the right, my hot middle-aged neighbor Denise lying on some lawn furniture. She was bronze skinned and her hair was very light, almost white. She was curvy and I could see some tattoos, and her bikini was not hiding her tits, which were big and pendulous. I didn’t hesitate, opening the back door, and moving out on my rear deck. I didn’t get to see much else in the way of women’s bodies, because my wife kept me on a pretty short leash. Happily, she was out at a flea market with some girlfriends, and so there was no one around to prevent me from walking out, pretending to look for something, and then look up, surprised, smiling, at my half-naked neighbor Denise, who was lying just on the other side of a low chain link fence.
“Well hello there, Ms. Johannsen,” I said. “What a day to lie out in the sun!”
Helping My Sister with Revenge Photos [incest, anal, CIM, ATM]
By Rodney Robertsen
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.
Upstairs, Part V – Raunchy Road Trip with Emily and Jane
By J.K. Jones
As Emily’s sleek blue sports car purred under us, I navigated through the empty streets of Lincoln City, Oregon, keeping one eye on the clean streets and wide sidewalks in front of us, and the other on the rear view mirror, which revealed Emily and Jane reclining in the back seat, sun dresses up to their waists, legs splayed wide, a hand from each slowly and casually stroking the pussy of the other. The two gals were gently touching each other, their eyes focused out the windows, taking in the gorgeous ocean vista off to the right in the background. My two gorgeous milf friends had been having sex in the back seat for the last hour and a half as I drove west toward the setting sun. We had reservations at a motel down near the beach, and I was headed there with the two gals, and a car trunk full of sex toys.
“Hope you two aren’t worn out,” I said. “Because I’m ready to bust a nut.”
“Don’t be crass, young man,” laughed Jane. Both ladies had pretty, tanned faces, long wavy brunette hair, and the vestiges of sundresses, pulled up at the waist to reveal juicy swollen pussies, and the tops pulled open to expose hard-nippled tits.
Dorm Basement Blowjob – a College Hijinks tale
I ran into Cassandra at a dorm party, a Friday night mixer that the Belknap Dorm Welcoming Committee threw in their basement. The party was kind of pathetic, basically a dark room, a table with a bowl of potato chips and a punchbowl of grape-flavored punch, and some Depeche Mode blasting on someone’s borrowed stereo set up. A dozen people hung around in the shadows, mostly nerds and freshmen. I heard the music from upstairs as I entered the dorm, and decided to follow the THIS WAY TO FUN posters down into the basement. One glance at the place was enough to decide me I had better things to do on this Friday night at my college, but then a second glance alit on Cassandra, standing by herself to the side, looking at the “party” with a disdainful expression which was similar to mine.
She was a short, petite gal with long ginger red hair, a very pretty freckled face, a nice curvy bust, and skinny hips and legs. I had seen her around before, but had never had a chance to talk to her.
Free Use Family, Part II
By Rodney Robertsen
After my exhausting encounters fucking Mom and then my sister Melanie, I was able to come downstairs and slip out the front door, hop in my car, and head off to the gym. I felt like I had done enough cardio this morning between the sucking and fucking with two of my family members, so I just lifted weights, focusing on upper body. After I finished, I showered quickly, and drove home. It was Saturday afternoon in early summer. I had just finished finals, and the new round of classes weren’t starting for a week, so I had a little time on my hands. I figured that I would hang out in the backyard and work on my tan.
Touch Starved MILF [hookup with stranger]
By J.K. Jones
“Not bad,” I mulled, as I put the finishing touches on my first Craigslist ad. Being a horny, single 30 year old male, with a weekend off from work, and sporting a boner even though it was only 9:30 a.m. Saturday, I had been trying to figure out a way to meet a horny woman for a hot, mindless fuck. A buddy had suggested this new Internet thing called Craigslist, and I had found it on my browser, and immediately gone to the Romance/Dating section. There I quickly went through 10 ads and was crestfallen to see that they were all from dudes- guys like me that just wanted to pound some pussy. Where the hell are the ladies, and how do I distinguish myself from that pack of horny cunthounds? I decided to focus on an appealing ad, something a little different from those short, brusque ads that filled the computer screen. So I tried to focus on what a lady would care about. “Tall, handsome, funny guy with the body of a gym rat and the brain of a college professor, clean and discrete, wants to please you while pleasing himself. Safe and sane. I promise. I’m 30 y.o. b.t.w.” Mostly true, I guess. I put the ad up and then moved back to porn.