I know I shouldn’t be writing such drivel, the grandmother that I am. And worse, I know I shouldn’t be having such thoughts and behaving as I have been behaving lately. But I can’t help it. I look at men and I want to spread my legs for them. This is not behavior that is becoming of a 59 year old Chinese grandmother and a mother of two grown men, both successful and with their own families. It also is not becoming behavior for a wife of thirty-some years, whose husband is still in love with her and finds her attractive. Harry loves me and I love him back. But of late, I have had sudden intense urges to take men to my matrimonial bed and have coitus with them, and I don’t know what I can do to stop it.
Harry is well aware of my sudden strange surge in my sexual appetite and is a bit perplexed. We have always fantasized about having an orgy, but up to this point, they have only been fantasies. Now, I look at men with intense eyes of desire and my heart throbs with deep craving to smell their balls and slide their penis inside my vagina. The urge is clearly biological, since my vagina gets very wet, my nipples harden, and my ears become very hot. At such moments, I lose all sense of fear and I stare at the men fixedly and even wink at them. Most of the time, nothing comes out of it and the man looks at me with a confused, blank stare, or has a look of alarm flash in his eyes. A few times, however, especially when the man is young, in his early twenties, my blunt overture gets a positive response and the man smiles back and sometimes even engages me in a conversation. At such times, if Harry is beside me, he would gently extricate me from the interaction, but there were a couple of times when I was by myself and I had to focus hard on getting away before it was too late and I had crossed the point of no return.
My Obgyn says that for about 12% of women going through menopause, such behavior is normal. A hormonal imbalance creates an intense, excessive and persistent craving for the woman to want to copulate, she assured me. In my case, I pointed out to my doctor, I have been out of menopause for years, so it is unlikely that the explanation is correct. But the doctor insists that it must be related to a hormonal imbalance and that I had nothing to worry about.
And so, I have been masturbating a lot. Harry has subscribed me to Playgirl Magazine, where pictures of handsome men with large, dangling penises grace the pages of the magazine. That and he has been buying me pornographic DVDs especially produced for women’s enjoyment. And, of course, we are having coitus more frequently than before, at least once a day, and several times over the weekend and holidays. Harry is doing all he can, to be sure, and seems to be enjoying the upsurge in our sexual life, but I can see that it is exhausting him a bit. And so, I have started collecting dildos and other toys, including a “Fuck machine” that I have been using several times a day, and that has helped. The machine is good and I must say very useful in ensuring that I have my three or four daily orgasms that seem to be necessary nowadays for me to function, but it is not a perfect substitute for a real man’s penis — that is for sure.
My girlfriends are as perplexed and intrigued as Harry. Their sexual appetite has waned dramatically the last few years, and none of them comes even near the level of sexual activity that Harry and I are able to sustain on a daily basis. They are also concerned that I may engage in sexual activity with their husbands and so are interacting with us less and less. The husbands on their part seem to be amused but a bit scared as well. They can see the constant hunger in my eyes (I am simply unable to hide it) and are turned on by it. But they are scared and don’t know what to do. (Several of my girlfriends tell me that the husbands are having more sex with them as a result and a couple of them mentioned that their husbands have taken to masturbating while talking about me and my appetite for men.)
Harry and I are taking things one day at a time. We are probably going to have to find a man and go through the experience of a threesome sooner or later, with the hope that the experience will get it out of our system. But as of now, it has been pornography, masturbation, daily coitus, and a lot of fantasizing.
Tag: Masturbation
THE HORNY CHINESE GRANDMOTHER
I am interested in sexuality. Sexuality is important to me. Coitus is an activity that I make sure I engage in on a daily basis. Most often, I engage my husband for that purpose, but there are occasions when I engage some other men. My husband does not mind that. He is very understanding and supportive and I truly love him for that.
When I get horny for another man, I make it a point to tell my husband about my feelings. I sit down with him and we talk. He is a great listener and lets me speak my mind freely. When I am gripped by a bout of horniness, my language becomes dirty and my voice becomes raspy, as if possessed by a demon. I talked to my doctor about it and she told me that it was due to a hormonal rush that affects my inhibitions and my vocal chords. The first time I was overwhelmed by horniness, my husband was shocked. He was speechless hearing me use dirty words like “fuck,” “cunt,” and “cock,” and even got a bit scared by how my nostrils flared and my eyes shot up in red. When I started violently slapping my pussy and spitting on my breasts, he got alarmed. This was not something becoming of a respectable sixty one year old Chinese woman, the mother of two grown men, and the grandmother of three little angels. But the lack of decorum was not what really concerned him: it was the sudden change in me and the fact that it did not seem to be transient.
But has gotten use to it now and sees it as a curious development that needs to be soberly confronted head on and managed carefully and patiently.
Since I started engaging in extramarital fornication, I have made sure that my husband was in charge of managing the logistics of my coitus sessions with other men. He is the one who has built me my stable of men and he is the one in charge of scheduling my sessions. The logistics are far more complex than one would think. The men have lives and families and obligations that often militate against their willingness and desire to help us with our special needs. All of the men that he has found for me, without exception, are caring, considerate and very generous. Initially, they engaged us in a fit of lust and curiosity, but after the first couple of sessions, they all come back almost out of a sense of duty: they feel obligated to help out and feel a sense of honor in keeping their word to help us whenever we call on them.
As I said, most of the men are married and with children. As a matter of principle, I have made sure that I knew the names of the wives of each one of my men, and I always make it a point to ask the men about their spouses before we begin intercourse. Most of the men were initially uncomfortable discussing their wives and asked me to drop the practice. But I insisted and patiently explained to them why we needed to it. And in the end, they have all agreed that it was the right and moral thing to do.
Another practice that almost all of the men objected to initially was Harry’s insistence that before every coitus session, Harry was to be allowed to engage the men in sexual intercourse — mainly, Harry penetrating the man in his anus, to the point where Harry was on the verge of ejaculation. Harry explained this need on two grounds: first, the only way that he was going to countenance a man penetrating his wife was if he saw the man as at least partly a homosexual, and second, by having gotten himself to the verge of ejaculation, Harry would be in a far more elevated state of lust to oversee the coitus session.
The sessions usually lasted no more than 15 to 20 minutes. Harry usually watched us from the side lines, naked and massaging his penis, once in a while slapping it or slamming it against his thigh, while carefully watching move and encouraging us to focus and have fun. He frequently whispered helpful and timely tips to me and the man. “Lick his nipple,” he would suggest to me, or “open your mouth, Pat,” followed by, “Spit in her mouth, it’s important for her to taste your insides….” At times he would help out by holding up my legs so that the man would be able to position himself firmly and comfortably (Harry saw his role as making sure we were comfortable), or he would provide lubrication when he felt that I needed it, or even provide water if he saw that the man was dehydrating (usually accompanied with him wiping sweat off the man with a towel). Once in a while, if gripped by a strong surge of lust, he would ask the man to take out his penis from my vagina so that he could suck it, swallowing whatever vaginal cream was on it, and slurping whatever cream was still on my vagina. In such sessions, when Harry was exceptionally aroused, he would also usually ask the man to penetrate him anally. Of course, this meant that the rest of the coitus between the man and myself had to be anal as well, given that sliding a cock that had penetrated an ass into a vagina is an absolute no-no (vaginal infection would be the sure consequence).
Towards the end, as the coitus is nearing the climax, Harry’s focus would turn to synchronizing his ejaculation with the man’s. He would watch the man’s face carefully and would adjust his masturbation rhythm accordingly. The man would usually tip off Harry on how long he had left and at some point they would start counting down together from ten to zero, at which point, the man would take out his penis out of whatever hole he was penetrating and would move towards my face. Harry would do the same, thus resulting in a double ejaculation on my face. Most of the time, the semen is ejected directly on my forehead and hair, but during the sessions when Harry is possessed, he would order me to open my lips wide and he and the men would make sure to aim the eye of their penis to the center of my wide open mouth. The aim, being of course, to ejaculate the semen into my throat so that I could swallow it without wasting any of the liquid.
Once the session is over, Harry would usually quickly wash up and go to the kitchen to cook us an after-sex snack, which usually consisted in an eggs-Benedict omelette, olives, and fresh warm French bread, with some light white wine. While cooking, he would playfully call out to us “kids” to get up and wash, and once in a while, would drop by to encourage us to get up. At such times, he would be affectionate to both me and the man, usually by caressing us and kissing us gently.
After cleaning up, we would all sit down and eat our meal and chat about all manners of topics, from politics, to literature, to sports. At such times, I would smile to myself and think: “Isn’t this how it should always be: people working together to make sure that they extract the most happiness and joy out of this world?” And looking at the two men surrounding me, I would know that they were thinking the exact same thing.
The Good Chinese Husband
Yes, I am a good husband. I am kind and caring, I have a healthy sense of obligation and do what is expected of me without anyone telling me, and I am faithful and loyal. But for the past year or so, I feel my good nature is being pushed to the limit and I am starting to think that I will not be able to take it any much longer. My wife has steadily grown preoccupied with sex and I am starting to get exhausted by all the emotional and physical energy that she expects me to expend to keep her happy. A year or so ago, we had sex perhaps once a week. Now, we have sex at least twice a day, every day: before I get to work and before we go to sleep. In the weekends, she expects three to four intercourse sessions per day, starting with an extra coitus session on Friday night. All of which would be fine and tolerable if we were in our twenties or even our thirties, but we are not. I am sixty two and she is turning sixty next month. She is a respectable, dowdy Chinese mother of two grown men in their thirties and a doting, loving grandmother of two. And yet, she now spends hours on end, day in and day out, slapping her old, hairy pussy, watching pornographic movies and masturbating loudly. When I leave for work in the morning, my morning session semen still inside for her (she says it is good for the vagina to keep the semen “fermenting” there), she is usually still in bed, a vibrating dildo inside of her inflamed pussy, her tongue wagging in the air, and her hand dexterously working on her clitoris. During the day, she would get up sporadically from her bed to do light housework, cook her lunch, and later in the day, cook dinner, but the bulk of her energy is dedicated to furious, relentless masturbation and reaching orgasms as many times as possible.
During this past year, I saw my wife progressively change from a quiet, submissive woman, who scarcely thought about anything other than her health and the health of her family and the education of her grandchildren, to a voracious sex addict. She does still care about her family and her grandchildren, but now she has a cause: sex. “I am a walking pussy,” she would confess to me sometimes out of the blue. “I just want sex and I like cocks.” During this year, I have witnessed my wife’s language progressively grow coarse and raw. She does not think twice talking about her “cunt” and men’s “balls” and how she sometimes craves to smell “ass holes.” Last year, I would never have imagined her saying to me, “take out your cock and masturbate in front of me,” or “shave your balls, I want to lick them.” Now, watching me jerk off is one of her favorite activities: watching me from across the room masturbating, using shampoo mixed with olive oil — she loves the sound of a man masturbating. And she would order me around, her voice growing hoarse and sharp during these sex sessions. “Put your finger in your ass, you bastard,” she would order, her eyes fixed on my cock or balls, her face serious and determined. “Faster, you dirty old man,” she would groan and then get up from her seat to come closer. I have also noticed that her pussy has grown darker and more menacing — probably, she has grown vaginal muscles from her repeated daily orgasms and the muscles have changed the complexion and physiology of the vaginal area. In any case, there is no doubt that her pussy is now a much stronger animal: when she comes while my penis is inside of her, her contractions are much more powerful than they used to and my penis gets squeezed much harder than in olden days.
But if only her demand was to have me masturbate in front of her or penetrate her. That would have been fine and I would have been able to easily live with it. But she asked for far more. She has also taken to sporting a small strap on dildo and once in a while, putting on a fake mustache and affecting a low voice, she fucks me in my ass. Which I have now grown accustomed to, but the first few days, I felt a little humiliated and abused — especially when she kept repeating, “I am fucking you, Mister homosexual. I am fucking your ass!” More than that: she now regularly spends at least $100 a month on pornographic material — from DVDs to dildos to pictures of men and women making love, to small provocative artifacts. Just the DVDs I counted the other day surpassed two hundred, tackling all aspects of sex, from orgies, to bukkake, to double penetrations, to grannies, to midgets, to ladyboys, to lactating mothers, to just name a few. She is subscribed to Playgirl Magazine and often reads it in the bathroom while taking a dump. Sometimes, when her sexual obsession grips her, she expresses strange cravings — like a craving pregnant woman — that sometimes scare me. Once, she craved the smell of ass and so had us eat black beans, Brussels sprouts, cabbage, and chicken three days in a row. Needless to say, after the first day, the house was bathing in the strong, trenchant aroma of ass that she was looking for. Another time, she had me abstain from ejaculating for a whole week, and then she had me ejaculate six times within a 24 hour period — once every four hours on the hour — (to the point where my sides were hurting) and preserved the semen that I ejaculated into a small glass bottle. The second day, she made us salad and used my semen as dressing (though she mixed it with oil and vinegar to give it body).
With other men, she is becoming ridiculous. If they are men we know, she flirts with them openly, never crossing the line, but coming very close to it. If they are strangers, she ogles them aggressively, shamelessly, staring at them intently in the eyes and then in their crotch area without.
I’ve tried to snap her out of her madness by reminding her that she is a respectable Chinese grandmother, that she is not expected to behave like she was behaving, and that she could get us in real trouble if one day a man would take her to bed and fuck her old, dark pussy. But to no avail. She can’t help it.
A few times, I have considered in my desperation gathering five or six men and bringing them home to her and have them spend a few hours with her in our bedroom, penetrating her and ejaculating in her and on her. Perhaps that would get her over the hump, I thought. But then again, I thought again: she might enjoy it so much that she would turn THAT into her habit. I’ve read that is exactly what has happened to other women who could not return to regular monogamous sex once they had the experience of having sex with several men at the same time.
Now, my thinking is to find a young, handsome, health, good-natured unmarried man — perhaps a college boy in his early twenties — who has an inflamed libido and who would be more than happy to penetrate a pussy on a regular basis, at no monetary or emotional charge, and even get involved in the kinky activities that she likes. To be sure, she will want me to be part of the sessions, and I would oblige. But having the burden of keeping my wild woman satisfied would be such a blessing. In any case, I must do something or one day, her powerful vagina will break my penis in two and suck my testicles completely dry of the meager drops of semen they somehow still manage to generate every day. It is time to act before it’s too late.
Touching Myself Turns Into FaceTime Sex With You [FM] [Masturbation]
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You’ve been away on a business trip for two days and I’m already aching for you. All day, I imagine your tongue and fingers in my tight entrance. I think of your beautiful, hard cock in my mouth. I picture myself bouncing and grinding on your dick, working my hips as you fill me up.
One night after work I decide I need a release. I dim the lights and light a candle, and put on some sensual music. I strip naked, and put on a pair of red lace crotchless panties with a string of plastic pearls down the middle, letting the pearls nestle between my lips. Looking in the mirror, I picture you ripping my panties off and roughly having your way with me. I imagine you behind me, hard cock pressed against my ass as your hands reach around to fondle my breasts and rub my clit.
Sitting on the edge of our bed, I snap a photo of myself and send it to you, saying, “I miss you…”
Graduation Sleepover pt 1 [M/F][Breed Kink][Age Gap][Incest]
I really just couldn’t believe it. Tomorrow, my little girl, the light of my life would be walking the stage and graduating! In a few short months she’d be leaving her mother and me for college, and writing her own next chapter. Proud tears form in my eyes as I get ready for bed, reflecting on all the fond memories of my little Claire growing up as I brush my teeth.
A few friends of hers were over for a slumber party. They were referring to it as a “fond farewell to childhood,” one last hurrah before leaving the safety and comfort of home. I can hear them giggling from the master bathroom connected to the bedroom I share with my wife, the fun they’re having echoing from a room on the floor above. Samantha, Janelle, Blaire and Claire. Best friends since at least middle school, Blaire and Claire going all the way back to kindergarten.
The Baroness and the Bride- Part 2 [FFM] [Fantasy] [Soft Cuckold]
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Genevieve took one deep, steadying breath. Before she could speak, Thomas said “My Lady, forgive me, but what happened to Tylor?”
The baroness’s face went blank, and she turned away from them. She picked up the pitcher of wine and began to fill a cup. The bride and groom watched the muscles in her broad dusky back move as she poured.
“I ate him.” She said casually. When she turned around, Thomas and Genevieve had gone very still. She held out the cup of wine to the bride, but Geniveve did not take it. The baroness broke into a wicked smile. “Gods you two, I’m not a monster. He serves me here at the manor. He took the wagon to Silverport to get some things for me.”
Autumn finds her sister being mounted in the woods. [Chapter: 1]
*Kinks: primitive tribal society, voyeurism, masturbation, mating, pheromones, squirting/urination, slow burn.*
**Chapter 1: Part I**
“Autumn, bring me the chisel,” said Papá patiently. Autumn tucked a curly brown lock behind her ear and strode over to the tool roll on the rock. She plucked the chisel from among the collection, then stepped back to her father’s project.
Autumn held out the chisel for her father, though her eyes were focused on the smooth log between them.
“What will the hole be for?” she asked. Papá smiled at his daughter’s perceptiveness. “We will create smaller beams that run inside. Those beams will hold the soil and plants.” Autumn nodded slowly, her forefinger and thumb rubbing her bottom lip.
She walked back to the rock and grabbed the stone adze from the leather roll. Then she knelt over one of the smaller beams laying to the side. “Do you want me to start carving space for the soil?” she asked.
But before Papá could answer, Oakley appeared from the edge of the village. His charcoal black hair tightly wound in curls.
“Autumn, your mother has been looking for you,” Oakley said with a raised brow. Autumn looked him over smugly, “Well, what does she want?”
Public masturbation leads to mutual masturbation and more. [FM]
It had been a week since Emily’s adventure at the library. She was thinking about it non-stop. She had searched obsessively online to see if Brian had posted her video. She had spent a considerable amount of time on every porn site that allows you to upload your own content trying to find the video of herself masturbating. She was surprised to see how many videos of women in libraries there were. Brian wasn’t wrong it seemed that cam girls really enjoyed streaming from libraries. Some of those girls were so brave.
One of the girls got completely naked in an aisle of books. People walked behind her while she masturbated for her viewers. Emily got turned on watching this and had a quick rub of her own. Breathing heavily after orgasming she realized that either Brian was either a man of his word or he had posted it somewhere she wasn’t aware of.
She had replayed the scene in her head so many times, Brian walking up and talking to her just as she started to orgasm and then orgasming again as she watch him cum in his pants. She thought that she might be ready to play out in public again. This time though she was going to be in charge.
Marina and Russell Pt. 10 [M71/F22]
**”Cure me, Russell”**
Katey Needs Help Sleeping Part 2 (NSFW) (CHEATING?) (M/F) (BLOW JOB)
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Staring at Tom, still fast asleep, Kateys chest rises and falls as she contemplates whether she had just cheated on him.
Reaching over her body she fumbles around in the darkness for her phone. Pulling it up to her chest she’s greeted by the picture of Keith’s massive cock once again. A feeling stirs inside of her crotch once more. Disgusted with herself Katey locks her screen and tosses the phone off the side of the bed.
“What the fuck was that Katey?” she quietly whispers to herself.
The bed sheet sticking to her ass a stark reminder of her unfaithful orgasm just minutes ago.
As she lies there once again staring at the ceiling she begins feeling another frustration build inside of her.
“Fucking ironic, I fucked myself senseless to help me sleep. But now the guilt is going to keep me up all fucking night”. She muses angrily to herself.