mature xxx

It was finally summer. I just moved out of my parents’ home and had found an apartment for myself and my best friend Harry, a ninety pound mutt that I had rescued from the local dog pound when I entered high school. He had been my constant and loyal companion for the past five years and there was no way that I was going to leave without him. We had gone everywhere and done everything together, and now that we were out on our own, I needed to find a place for Harry to do his thing, if you know what I mean. At my parent’s house, Harry would have the run of two acres of land, so picking up piles of dog shit wasn’t a worry. He would head off into the wooded section of our property, do what he had to do, and then come back to play. Now I needed to find a place where we could continue to do what we liked to do…shit wherever we wanted and play. I knew of a park that was within walking distance of where we now lived, but I also knew that it got rather crowded once the day started to warm up. Therefore, Harry and I needed to wake up early to avoid anyone or anything that would disturb our perfect life. (more…)

Sandie is the 38 year old woman that I have been obsessing about for the past few years. To a 20 year old horny male, she is perfect!!

Hearing the front door open and close, Sandie smiles because she knows it means Ben is home. Laying on their big comfortable bed in an oversized hockey jersey and nothing else, she absently flips the pages of her magazine, patiently waiting.

Minutes later, she senses rather than sees him leaning on the frame of their bedroom door, his arms crossed over his chest, just looking at her. Laying on her tummy, Sandie feels his eyes burning a trail down her body. They stop at her naked sex, visible between her open legs that are bent up at the knees.

Ben loves to see her this way, her lower lips with their edges tinged a dark pink color and shaped as the petals of a flower. He thinks back to a short time ago when his eager fingers opened those tender lips wide so he could see the soft, pink, moist folds before delving his tongue deep inside to taste her tangy nectar. Ben could feel the blood rushing to his manhood, causing it to harden just from these erotic memories. (more…)

Catherine, known as “Cat” to her friends, descended the trail toward the rushing creek below in the warm afternoon sun. A spring hike on the Appalachian Trail renewed her spirit from a long cold winter in Washington D.C. Though some women would be hesitant to hike alone in this remote area, Cat was not afraid. Since her divorce a year ago she had made a series of choices and decision to live her life more fully, with less fear and more adventure.

“I want to live more like a man”, she had determined. The thirty-nine year old attorney had increased her workouts and was now in top physical shape. Like her nickname “Cat”, she was lithe and at nearly 6 feet very athletic. Her short style blond hair, smallish but pert breasts, were all attractive woman. She had purchased new backpacking equipment during the winter, assembling the gear time and again in her new condo living room, dreaming of this trip in the spring. (more…)

I was 38 and Fred had just had his forty first birthday, things around here were beginning to look some what saggy and knowing that the only way was down we decided to get a video made of us for our ‘ grand children’ to remember us by, well not quite.

Fred had a camcorder and plenty of friends that would give there hind teeth to come and make a video of us. But we thought that wouldn’t be the same as a complete outsider doing it.

Looking in the adult contact section’s of the magazine’s, we were willing to pay for the service, but there were lots of men out there wanting to do it for nothing.

About five years ago, we did an horny session with a voyeur at a posh hotel not all that far from us here. That night, of course was a freebie, but we decided to meet this man at the hotel and we had booked a large room, at a large price for the privilege.

We met, had a light meal there, and Fred knowing that Champagne put me one step up the ladder, we were on our third bottle when the meal was finally over. (more…)

I do not think any of us awoke before noon on Monday. What awoke us was the man delivering the propane fuel for the cottage. We all stayed very quite and still as the tank was right below the bedroom window and we did not want him to have a chance of seeing all four of us in the king sized bed together. Dee reached down and covered us up with the blanket. She them whispered to the others, “HIS pole is limp.”

Barb looked me and said, ” I can fix that.” Nancy said, “Let him be for while so we don’t wear him out as he will get sore and be no good for any of us later.” Dee and Barb said in unison, ” I guess you are correct Nancy, us older ladies are to horny to realize the damage hot mature pussy’s can do.” I just smiled to myself thinking the young broads are the one that want to go forever not the way it is working out here, and went back to sleep. (more…)

I was 49 years old at the time going on the urges of a thirty-year-old male.

After a long afternoon on the boat we three decided to go back to the cabin, freshen up and go to town for dinner and a little dancing. Dee knew of a small hometown restaurant that served Italian food. Seeing it was Saturday evening Dee knew there would be live music.

We asked the host for a table in the back of the restaurant so we could be out of the way of all the locals. We had just ordered drinks when a felt a foot rubbing the inside of my right leg. Barb was on my right and had a smile on her face suggesting we go dance before the drinks arrive. The band was playing a slow dance and she hung on me pressing her massive boobs against my chest. She snuck her hand down to my crotch and started rubbing it for the whole dance. All of a sudden I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard Dee say, ” May I cut in.”

Barb smiled and said, “OK” but I get firsts later. Once Dee pressed her body against mine to dance she said, “I see Barb has started the evening off correctly for US.” (more…)

This is a true story that happened to me about five years ago. I was 49 years old at the time going on the urges of a 30 old male. My wife had died in a car crash about eighteen months previous to this story. (Names have been changed to prevent any problems with the real life people)

I had meet this middle aged (44 at the time) lady named Dee through a work friend of mine and been going out to dinners and shows for about two months when she asked me if I wanted to go on a weeks vacation up to the cottage her late husband (past way nine years ago) and her had in northern Minnesota. Being the outdoors type, I said, “Most certainly I would love to.”

The following Saturday we had a nice enjoyable drive up through the northern pine, stopping once to use the pine needles as a “sex cushion” as she called them. (more…)

I know she’s older than I am, but that’s okay. It’s a purely sexual relationship, for both of us. It started by accident, since neither of us had even considered the other in a sexual way, but once we did, the sparks flew right away.

She’s the senior secretary at my best friend’s company. She works directly under the president of the company, and since my best friend is the president, I see her all the time. It’s not a huge company, and there are really only a few employees, but it’s his company, and he can call himself anything he wants. I spend a lot of time in his office, since I’m the “senior vice president”, as he calls me. I prefer to think of myself as the co-owner, but I let him have his little fantasy. After all, I get to bang his secretary. A fair trade, if I say so myself. Of course, if he knew I was banging his secretary, I’d most likely be out on my ass, after he beat the shit out of me. I guess it’s something to do with the idea of his best friend and his mother having sex.

Yes, his secretary is also his mother, and we’ve been knocking boots for almost a year. It wasn’t something either of us planned, but once it happened, and once we realized how good we were together, neither of us saw any reason to stop. She’s married to a nice guy with almost no sexual drive whatsoever, and I’m young, single, with a massive sex drive that won’t leave me alone for a minute.

When we started having sex, I was in the process of putting together a video proposal for a potential client, and was spending a lot of late nights at the office. Wendy had stopped by to see how things were going on her way home from a girl’s night out, and caught me in an embarrassing situation. She had managed to come in pretty quietly, and caught me looking at internet porn. I was pretty well engrossed in checking out the pictures of an older woman with big tits when she walked up behind me.

“Obviously, you’re busy editing the proposal.” (more…)

This incident happened a few months ago and from then I have changed my opinion about middle aged women leading apparently satisfying lives having a happy family.

I am Raja, 24 in age and live in Calcutta. I have a friend named Shyam who is from a rich family. We have been friends from college days and now both of us are in our respective jobs. While I got a job in my city, my friend took a job in Hyderabad.

His parents stay in Calcutta. His mom is about 45 and dad 61 having his own business. Due to his business uncle (Shyam’s dad) would be very busy the whole day and at times used to stay out of town for days. Polly aunty (his mom) is a housewife and like a typical bengali woman kind of conversative, or so I thought till the incidents started happening. Since she was mostly alone I would at times go to her home to chat with her for a few hours. She was very friendly with me. However there were certain peculiarities about her that at times embarrassed me.

Like when we were in college and I used to go his home for studies she would usually be in a sari and blouse. But more often than not her blouse would be torn from some place or the other and when she would lift her arms in front of me I could see her hairy armpits or her back peeking out from the torn part. At times when she would sit in such a fashion in her chair her sari would fall from her blouse and I could see her boobs peeking out. She would not even make any effort to cover her blouse and continue sitting like that in our presence. All this made me feel embarrassed. Still I never thought about her sexually.

Now let me describe Polly aunty. She is 45 and like typical bengali women is a bit on the plump side with quite a wide ass and 40 size boobs. At times I had felt that she is not wearing any bra underneath as her boobs swayed when she moved. In some way she was sexy.

One day I thought of paying her a visit to chat for some time. I went to her home and started chatting. The subject of her gaining weight came and she said that she exercised a bit but that was not sufficient. She also said that after her son (my friend) went to Hyderabad she feels very lonely and does not feel like doing anything and so does not exercise very regularly. She looked at me and asked me if I exercised and I said yes. Suddenly our talk took such a turn that I started feeling embarrassed .

Aunty asked, “I hope you wear a tight underwear while exercising. You have to protect the things that you have got under and keep them tight as otherwise they may get hurt.”

I was a bit embarrassed and said yes that I wear underwear.

Aunty said, “ you should always wear tight fitting underwears so that your things are properly placed. So you should change them whenever the elastics get loose. That’s why I always keep watch over shyam’s briefs and whenever required I buy him new ones. I then tell him to wear it and then feel the front of his briefs to check if it fits him snugly.”

I smiled and said, “oh aunty you still check him as a child? He is quite old now don’t you think?”

Aunty smiled and said, “ Na shona o to amar chele aar ami oke jamon khushi dekhte paari. Ami to or shob kichu dekhechi. Ami to or jonno pocket ola jangia kini aar tarpor o pore shamne ashle oi pocket e hath dhukiye or hos pipe take bar kore niye ashi shei pocket diye dekhar jonno je pocket theke hishi korar jonno hose take thik kore baar korte parche kina. Ebar bol tor ma ki toke erom kore dekhe na? (No dear he is my son and I can check him in whatever condition I like. He has nothing which I have not seen. And not just that, I always buy for him the briefs that have a pocket so that it is easier to bring out the hose for peeing and after I have checked its fitting I always put my hand in the pocket and pull out his hose to see that the passage is proper for his hose. Now tell me doesn’t your mom check you at times?) (more…)

She noticed him now that he was a young man, and after a year of college and almost nineteen, a sleek and muscular one at that. She began following more than just his performance in swim meets at the club. Observed giggling girls and more composed young women, some married as she was and some with children, both older and younger, follow him with their eyes secreted behind glossy magazines and then slide into the pool to cool off after their thoughts turned as humid as the summer day. Watched him with his friends play volleyball and basketball on humid afternoons, lithe and muscled male bodies slick with perspiration engaged in ritual combat, before they too dove into the cool relief of the pool.

Last year she had caught a few of them celebrating graduation late one night by downing a case of beer next to the brook between their houses, and rather than tell their parents she merely confiscated the contraband, this being a first offense. He politely thanked her and promised never to get caught doing that again; never to get caught, mind you. She even watched him through the screen of her sun-porch as he and his prom date stole a kiss, graduating seniors both, he in perhaps his first tuxedo and she a lovely girl in a low cut, powder blue gown, both of whom exploded anxiously and still like teens from the rear of their white limousine for obligatory pictures. (more…)

At the time of the start of this true story I was thirty years old. I had been taking part in ‘free n easy’s’ for about seven years. Free n easy’s are where a keyboard player, or band, invite anyone who wants to sing up to do so.

I had a regular keyboard player that backed me, and we had become good friends. It was while going along to various places that he played, that I ended up at a small pub in the ‘Black Country’, here in the UK. The area used to be an industrial heartland, but sadly that has all but ended, and it is now known for various Indian restaurants, and friendly pubs, including the legendary ‘Crooked House’, which is a pub with as good foundations as the Leaning Tower Of Pisa.

Although I have had a few offers of paid work due to my singing, I leave it as a hobby, and prefer to sing as relaxation, rather than adding the extra pressure of it as a job. I went along to the pub with an old singing friend of mine, and was introduced to a face I remembered from the past, as well as a couple of new ones. The face from the past was the daughter of a couple who we had both sang with over the years. I never really took much notice of Melanie, that was her name, although good looking, she was always very quiet, and had never really spoken to me. Along with her was a equally sexy looking blonde. She was introduced to us as Dana and she was very open and cheery. I instantly took an interest in her, despite her being some seventeen years my senior, she did not look it. (more…)

About 5 years ago, I took my first job after college in a small city in the Northwest United States.

I didn’t know anyone there, so I joined a workout gym where I was able to hook up with plenty of hardbodied single girls.

But one day, things got a little different, and I found that I had been missing out on something.

It was Friday after work, and I went to the gym for my usual cardio and weights. There was a woman there whom I had seen often before. She was tall, with long dark hair. She had a beautiful face with almond-shaped green eyes and a ready smile for everyone, including me. I had checked her out before, and had admired her body that had great curves in the right places.

I could tell that she was a little older than me, plus there was a wedding ring on her finger. Until that time, I had only been with women close to my age, and I didn’t think I would ever want to be with someone else’s wife, so I never hit on her.

I was close to finishing my workout when she approached me. (more…)

Amy and I had been married a year. She was 4 months pregnant with our first child. Life was bliss.

Then one late winter afternoon, she collapsed to the floor behind a counter at the clothing store where she worked. A pair of customers whose payment she’d been processing called 911. They did their best to revive her, as did the paramedics once they arrived. But once she reached the hospital, Amy was pronounced dead on arrival of cardiac arrhythmia at age 21.

I was devastated, as was Amy’s mom Marlene. At the funeral we sat together for emotional support. After the burial I drove Marlene to her house, which was halfway around the block from mine. Once inside, we cried in each other’s arms for hours.

After the last tear was shed, we let go of each other and Marlene said, “It seems like history has repeated itself. Back when I was pregnant with Amy, her dad was on a construction job and slipped off a roof to his death. Now it is you who has lost a spouse, and I a daughter.”

“Not only that,” I replied, “I’ve lost a child, and you a grandchild–and we never had the chance to find out whether it would be a boy or a girl.” (more…)

“Who does this?” was all I could whisper looking at myself in the mirror. I was hot, I was boiling, I had a co-worker’s blue mug wet and hanging on my hard cock. I t was actually stuck to it.

“Oh Alice,” I whispered as I stroked my cock and made noise with my cock banging into the sides of the mug. “This is crazy, who does this?” I whispered again as I pulled up my pants up and walked back to her office to put it back in the exact same place it was before, hoping she would taste a little of me when she took a drink. I certainly tasted her as I licked the rim of the mug where her lips were.

I began to look for more things of her I could leave my mark on. It all started with her chair. I actually took her chair into the bathroom and licked it where here ass sat and her pussy tingled from time to time. I could feel her sitting there and feeling extra sensitivity down there because of my licks.

I then took off all my clothes and began to rub my excruciatingly hard cock that was still raw from the beating I gave it the night after reading incest, mature, and gay stories on Literotica.

I began to hump the chair while looking at my reflection in the mirror, god was I hot at this point in time. To think a young man 23 years old naked in his office bathroom fucking the chair where his 50 year old co-worker sat, I was on fire with sexual lust.

“This is nuts who does this sort of shit?” I asked myself?” I answered out loud, “I do” and began to whisper, “Oh Alice, oh Alice what are you doing to me.” I felt my cock pulse I stopped.
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Susan lives in the neighborhood of Billy. She is a lovely 48 year old house wife. Susan has always kept in Shape going to the gym and swimming in her backyard pool. Billy is the 18 year old young man next door.

Susan likes to skinny dip in her pool in the middle of the night. Billy has heard the water splashing at night and had wondered what was going on. One night he decided to find out why there was the sound of someone swimming in the middle of the night. Quietly leaving his house out the back door he carefully makes his way to the privacy fence dividing the her back yard from his next door.

Moving a bench next to the fence, to stand on, he peered over the top. In the full moonlight he saw MS Susan swimming to get cool from the heat of summer.

To his pleasant surprise she was skinny dipping not knowing anyone was watching. The location that Billy had placed the bench was under the thick Mimosa that was planted next to the fence. Making him in the darkness of its shadow.

Having walked out the door in just his boxers there was no hindrance to the growing of his young cock. The sight of the lovely MS Susan in her birthday suit made his young cock swell with excitement. The head peaking out of the flap in front. Billy’s hand slid down and grasped his cock. Watching MS Susan swimming in the cool water Billy started stroking his now hard member.

MS Susan slid out of the water and laid on the deck chair facing the fence where Billy was hiding. Feeling cooler she relaxed there. Looking around she notice a shadowy figure under the mimosa. Grinning to herself she knew by the outline the it must be Billy. Acting as if she did not notice she started to caress her breast and give a low moan the floated across the silence of the night to Billy’s ears. Billy gripped his hard young cock harder. Watching MS Susan caressing her own breast mmmmmmm.
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Let me set the stage for you. I am a retired executive who has a very active libido. I am married for the second time to a fine lady who is 17 years my junior, and unfortunately going through menopause at a very early age. This significant event has put a damper on my sexual activities with her in that she is very seldom in the mood, and when she is, the desire is to “get it over with quickly.” She is not necessarily interested in getting off herself. This has been going on for quite a while, and I have had to find another method of release to maintain my sanity. Is this right? Probably not, but I have always had a desire to please women, and thus derive a level of satisfaction for myself. During my first marriage, I fooled around quite often, which is why I am not married to that lady anymore. I have been married to my current wife for over 10 years, and I must confess, have not been loyal to her either. My reasons are somewhat selfish, and don’t make for good reading, thus will not be explained here.

This brings me to how I am currently quenching the thirst. I have a stepdaughter who is extremely sexy and quite the tease. She is barely of age in my state, but nothing has happened, other than she occasionally flashes me and makes suggestive comments. She has walked in on me in the shower, etc. Michelle has a lot of friends who are older than her (read that to mean over 18). I know Michelle is sexually active because I have witnessed it. Let me tell you about that incident, because it leads into a most satisfying adventure for me.

One evening over the holidays, the rest of the family (wife and two other girls) were spending the day tubing with relatives. Tubing is like sledding, only using inner tubes and other devices to slide down hills. They were not expected back until 9 or 10 that night. I had a commitment that I fully expected would keep me away from the house until 8 pm or so. Michelle was not with the family because she had to work during the day. When I arrived home early that day, I came across something that blew my mind and piqued my voyeuristic tendencies.

As I pulled in the driveway, I had to park at the end because there were several cars there, one belonging to Michelle’s boyfriend Ben, and one to her girlfriend Katie. As I approached the door, I noticed the light on in the basement, so I looked and got the shock of my life. There on the couch with his pants down around his ankles was Ben, with Michelle riding his huge cock. It must be 10 inches at least, but not really thick. Crouching on the floor next to them was Katie, playing with Ben’s balls with her left hand and her pussy with her right hand. I was mesmerized and grateful that it was dark out so they couldn’t see me watching them. I could tell by his facial expression that Ben was really enjoying this. I watched intently as she rode up and down with his balls tensing from the pleasure of a tight pussy and soft hands stroking him. He whispered something in her ear and Michelle climbed off Ben’s cock and Katie replaced her, first giving Ben’s cock a few licks of her tongue. As Katie rode up and down on his magnificent shaft, I noticed that she was able to take more of it than Michelle was. I was incredibly turned on watching her pussy grip his cock all the way out to the head. I could tell he was close to cumming but trying to hold off. After a few minutes, Katie got off and took Ben’s cock in her hand and she and Michelle licked him up and down while Katie continued to stroke him. In no time he shot a load up in the air and continued to cum for another half a minute. The two girls cleaned him with their tongues and Michelle finished up by taking his semi-hard cock in her mouth. I had seen enough, and went back to my car to figure out my next step. (more…)

“At the high school Homecoming dinner an old classmate Tommy Rocke introduced his wife Loraine to me. Loraine is drop dead gorgeous and when she wears low cut tops…

Let just say when ever I glimpse her bodacious melons I feel my pants grow tight in the crotch. The night of the homecoming dinner she had suggested I join her and Tommy and sit with them for rest of the evening. “Tommy says that you’re single J_Robb, Would you mind if I played matchmaker and introduced you my sister?” Loraine queried.

“Yes, Thanks, if she’s as beautiful as you.” I replied feeling my pants tighten in anticipation meeting a woman that was closely relate to Loraine.

Her eyes busted me checking out her boobs and with a coy smiling blush she said “Tommy warned me you were a complimentary Rogue, just what my sister needs.”

“My Aunt is having a Soiree this weekend at her country place, can you make it?”

“A Soiree, isn’t that like a bacchanal?” I answered “I’ll be there, what time?” (more…)

Lady Jane Claremore was traveling in her carriage when she saw him; he was young, in his early twenties perhaps and obviously from a poor family. Begging on the street corner, his head was still held high and proud - which of course meant that he wasn’t doing very well - and he did have quite a lot of muscle on him. Admiring his form and the splendid features of his face, she wondered from what hovel this beautiful young man had crawled from - and why no one had picked him up yet! She had to admit that she was in a rather unusual position with her husband dead the past 15 years; at age 45 and a widow she had her money as well as her pick of men.

Not at all bad looking, the vestiges of her young beauty were obvious in the graceful lines of her face and the plump curves of her body. Of course her breasts sagged more than they had at a young age, and she was getting lines around her eyes and the corners of her mouth… but she was still an attractive older woman. She was also a very sexually active older woman with a hungry taste for the prowess and stamina of younger men, particularly beautiful younger men. (more…)

I woke up at about 7 a.m. and made it to the kitchen in my pajamas and robe. There was Marge with her make up on, in jeans, a sleeve less blouse, and sneakers. She had already served breakfast to her grandchildren who were watching cartoons on the TV in the kitchen.

I said, “Good morning all,” and kissed the kids. They told me they were excited to be spending some time with their friends in Evanston.

Marge said, “Good morning Mark. Did you sleep well?”

I saw a sly smile on Marge’s face. I replied, “I slept well Marge. How about you?”

Marge winked and said, “I slept very well too.” She then served me omelet, bacon, and toast, and poured me a hot cup of coffee she had brewed. I was hungry and appreciated the breakfast. I thanked Marge for making and serving me breakfast.

We agreed to take the kids to Tom and Nancy’s home at about 9:30 a.m. Marge packed a small suitcase for each kid with their favorite books, toys, and clothes. I went to my bedroom to get ready for the day. After a nice warm shower, I put on khaki shorts and a golf shirt as we were going to sight see.

After helping Marge clean up the kitchen, we left for Evanston. Tom, Nancy, and their two kids were waiting for us. Both Marge and I thanked them for their kindness. We left after kissing Brian and Deborah good-bye. We drove for about five minutes towards Chicago, when Marge reached and touched my right arm.

She said, “I am sorry I did not spend the night with you. I still don’t feel right sleeping in Sally’s bed, even if she has not slept in it for a while.”

I said, “Marge it’s ok. Deep down I feel that Marge will leave me. I think she has been seeing another man, some one she met at law school. I suspect she thinks I am not in her league.” (more…)

I met Sally, my wife, in Chicago where we worked for a pharmaceutical company. It was Sally’s first job, but I had worked for another company for about ten years. I fell in love with her within two weeks of meeting her. I saw her every day for about six months until we decided to live together. Many people were surprised because I was older by about 12 years and bigger than her, I was 6?2? and 210 lb, while Sally was thin and tall, 5?6?, 115 lb, with a 32A bust.

Her parents, Bob and Marge, lived in Westchester County, NY. Sally told me that her mom was a strong lady who opted to stay at home and that dad was a very busy tax attorney. Marge was 48 when I first met her. She had a pretty face, about 5?3? tall, with short brown hair, and sky-blue eyes. She was not quite voluptuous and I guess she had 36B tits that did not sag much.

Sally and I were married in White Plains, and Bob and Marge paid for a lavish reception at a country club. After I danced with Sally for a long time, I asked Marge to dance which she accepted.
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I’m an unknown, self-taught, small time tattooist; working out of my home; inking friends and kin; occasionally helping out other tattooist at biker rallies.

I started doing tattoos because my full time job sucks; I want to retire in five years; but still need something to pay the freight.

I was determined that it would be something I enjoyed.

My niece, in her late twenties, thought it would be cool to have a tattoo party. She had it all lined out and pitched it to me; she would invite all her friends, provide me a good space to work in; she would be the sacrificial lamb and could guarantee that I would be busy all night. I got to keep all money, and she would get the rep of throwing killer parties.

I like to think that I can recognize a baited hook when I see one…. but once a fish, always a fish…not only did I bite…I bit big.

I took my time; hell; I went out of my way preparing. (more…)

Daylight roused them slowly, the sun streaming in the window directly behind the bed. He rolled over towards her, warm, cozy, blankets deliciously tangled in his legs. She smiled at him, looking at his dark hair pointing every which way. She tussled his hair, running her fingers through them.

She gazed at him, thinking in wonderment - he a couple years out of college, 6 years older than her son, but 18 years younger than her. She enjoyed his trim, youthful body, and he paid her back by being her perfectly matched lover. Their bodies fit well together, their proportions perfect, empathetic to a fault, both able to read the other accurately only weeks after meeting. She loved him through and through, unable to think of the day that he’d find someone his own age, in the same life stage as him, childless but wanting one. That inevitability pierced her torso, and her smile faded.

He drew her towards him, breaking her thought, his hands gently holding her neck, her auburn hair covering his fingers. They kissed a “cheek kiss”, turning away from each other, careful not to breath, smiling as they tried to spare the other their morning breath. Morning, he smiled, then frowned. You okay?, he asked, peering into her eyes. Fine, she replied, truthfully, for she’d put those other thoughts aside. I don’t believe you, he said, but I have to go pee. (more…)

The snow was coming down so heavy that the windshield wipers were clogging. Cedric was concerned that he would be stuck out on the Interstate without any means of calling for help. He had forgotten his cell phone at home and now was at the mercy of the elements. The weatherman had predicted heavy snow accumulating from seven to ten inches by six o’clock am. He had slowed down to nearly twenty miles per hour, crawling along behind an eighteen-wheeler ahead of him. Cedric passed a sign that read ‘Food and Lodging; next Right’. He decided to leave the interstate and head to the nearest motel.

At the end of the ramp, a sign pointed to a Marriott Courtyard hotel two miles down the road. Cedric drove carefully toward some lights that slowly coalesced into the word ‘Marriott’ and he breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled into the hotels drive and parked his Town Car as close to the hotel as possible. The wind and snow bit into his face as he braved the elements to reach the lobby entrance. Once inside he breathed a sigh of relief, stomped the snow from his shoes and removed his coat, already covered with melting snow. Brushing his coat free of snow he ambled to the hotel desk and asked for a room. (more…)

Arthur Lambert and Mark Wheeler had been classmates since the first grade. Both sons of university professors, they lived a block apart, adjacent to the university, in what is known as the hill section of the city. Besides excelling as students, they were excellent athletes. To the consternation of their parents, they were successful at the scheming and plotting necessary to pull off pranks that might have gotten them thrown in jail, if they were caught.

Like the time they “borrowed” a cow from the university farm. It made the local paper when the cow was discovered wandering next to the stage of the local movie theater. Only Mrs. Wheeler figured out who did it, when she found cow dung on Mark’s shoes. “You better clean these before your father sees them,” is all she said.

In early January of their freshman year of high school, Art made this observation to Mark. “You know, I think I have all this boy/girl thing figured out. You know, why the girls in our class don’t pay any attention to us. I also have an idea as to how it will play out, too. And, my friend, I have something else that is really hot for us to work on.”

“Really, old great Sahib, fill me in on your wondrous observations.” (more…)

As she looked down at her young student she noticed the outline of his manhood on the inner thighs of his tight jeans. She quickly looked away saying, “Try it again, but this time let the notes flow together.” He looked up at her into her eyes and smiled. “I’ll get it!” he stated as he tried again. Steven was a new student who wanted to learn to play the piano. He was twenty years old, older than most of Mrs. Barkers’ students, but he had the desire and he worked very hard.

Mrs. Barker was a music teacher for a private college in Northern Ontario. In her prime she was what most men desired, a pretty face, well endowed with an hour glass figure, long blonde hair and big blue eyes. Two years ago she lost her husband of twenty-five years to an automobile accident. He was the only man she had ever been with and had always been faithful. She had been without any form of male companionship for the past two years and had dedicated herself to her job and her students. She couldn’t help herself as she let her gaze shift to the young man’s inner thighs.

“How’s that!” Steven said with a big grin. ‘He’s such a handsome lad,’ she thought as she smiled back and said, “Much better.” She could feel her face flush as she wondered if he saw her staring at his crotch. “That’s enough for today. Practice what we went over today and I’ll see you next week.” (more…)