mature xxx

I had a few unexpected days off from college, and after fixing my car up, buying some new clothes I was at a loss at what to do with my time when I was driving past my old school and decided that with nothing else to do I’d go and say hello to my old teachers.

God knows why I was doing it, I hated school. It just seemed so phony and I spent the last year counting the days until I could leave. I spent some time talking to the few teachers I liked, and some I didn’t. Letting them know I was doing more than fine without them.

I made my way down to the gym, where the only teacher I really wanted to see would be. Mrs Fletcher. I knew her as Miss Lambert, but in the summer after I left she’d got married. I didn’t know who Mr Fletcher was, I did know he was a very lucky guy. (more…)

The full moon sent beams of light down through the trees to light my way. Here high in the mountains at night the air gets real cool and is a refreshing after the heat of the city. My weekends are my only keep from going fucking nuts. However this weekend I have added a slight change to my routine. I asked my aging secretary to join me. I say aging because she is older than me by twenty years. Is she old in years I truly don’t think so? I am thirty six while Trudy is fifty four or so. Women’s years are not always the same as men’s years.

Trudy lost a friend a week ago and it seemed to me she was not getting over the shock of his death very well. I asked her to come along and told her she would have the entire weekend to relax. I told her I would be out on my boat fishing so she would have the run of the place all to her self. I assured her there was plenty of food, lots to drink if she was so inclined and I even had a Jacuzzi she could relax in. (more…)

Maple leaves announced the arrival of spring. Their vivid colors made me want to run naked through the streets in celebration of summer’s end. But I contained myself, barely. I watched the leaves fall rustle on the tree, threatening to all fall down at once. That would cause mass demoralization of the surrounding trees. How could they compete with such a show?

Sitting on the park bench at noon was a rather amusing novelty to me. Usually I had my lunch in the office, but I was tired of seeing the same walls and ventured out. I tried to count the sparkles that danced across the water of the fountain that I was sitting by, but I kept losing count after 19 winks. (more…)

My name is Keith and this is a true story that happened to me last winter. I’m 20 and this was a few weeks before my birthday while I was visiting my parents during the holiday break in December. It was three days after Christmas and my father had just left for a month overseas which left me and mom and my 18 year-old sister Teri. I was out catching up with friends (actually, I was trying to fuck my ex because I hadn’t been laid in 4 months and I was horny as hell). After a few futile hours it started to snow hard so we broke up our get together and I went home. I had planned on grabbing a pair of panties from the hamper and jerking off, either my mom’s or my sisters. I have been a panty sniffer since I’m about 14 but had always sniffed my mom’s. I had discovered my second night home that Teri liked wearing thongs and her pussy was even sweeter then my mom’s. (more…)

I am an avid reader of all the Desi stories and I really enjoy them. So I thought it was time that I came up with my own story. The difference is that this is not a fantasy; this is a true incident that has happened to me. The names of the people have been changed for the sake of confidentiality.

I am a 24 year old guy who is working in Mumbai. This incident happened when I was 21 and studying. I was traveling by Gitanjali express from Mumbai to Kolkata. Incidentally I had the upper berth. The journey was pretty boring as there was not a single person who could make intelligent conversation, leave alone chicks. I had bought a mag which I was reading.

At Bhusawal my luck seemed to change. A lady boarded the train. She was around 30, and carried a child. She did not have a reservation and sat where my seat was b’coz the place was relatively empty. The Bhabhi was a bomb…she had about 34c tits and a ripe, juicy ass. I struck up a conversation with her. The child was about 1 ½ years old. She told me that she was going to a place near Kolkata. Since we were both Bengalis we got along well too…She kept throwing flirtatious smiles at me. I gathered some courage and gently edged my foot forward. When it touched her foot, I gently tapped her feet…then rubbed her feet with mine. This continued for some time…then she pushed back my feet with hers and started tapping back…I looked up to see that she was smiling at me naughtily. (more…)

“Read my Tarot,” Celia implored Joe as they sat on the aft deck of the narrow-boat in the sullen evening, ignoring the cries and grunts issuing from the cabin where Charlie and Rosie, their respective partners, cuckolded them.

Silently, Joe dealt the cards, weakly brushing away midges and curly, black shoulder-length hair from his bony face. He dealt with his right hand only; between the nicotine-stained fingers of his left was an expertly rolled “English style” joint — a large cigarette of tobacco mixed with Moroccan hashish, with a cardboard filter, which glowed dully.

The Tarot deck was the classic Rider Waite design, which Joe had bought on an impulse in the Student Union Bookshop. The rich symbols on the cards were beautifully and cunningly designed to create the greatest ambiguity. He had immediately felt attuned with the cards, and he had soon become an accomplished reader.

The layout he used was his personal variation: Four cards, face down, in a diamond-shape. (more…)

My parents, when I was about 12, moved into an older Victorian style house on Summit Avenue, a street that sloped steeply up to Summit Park. It was a three story house with a maids quarters on the third floor, three bedrooms on the second, one of which Mom had turned into her sewing room. My younger brother and I shared one bedroom until I went into high school. At that time, my parents let me move to the third floor, my younger brother had been an interruption when I was doing my home work in our room.

Next door to us and the house up hill from us, was occupied by old man Johnson and his daughter, Mavis, a thirty two year old woman. My new room was on a level with their second floor.

Right after my eighteenth birthday, in my senior year of high school, old man Johnson died suddenly, leaving Mavis alone in their house. (more…)

I enjoyed writing about Miranda, how we met and how our relationship developed, and Miranda enjoyed helping me. I’m sure we didn’t remember all the dialogue but what we didn’t we made up. It seems in tune with how we remember feeling then. Now she’s persuaded me that I should write down my experiences, how I got where I am today and why I am like I am. She reckons I should do this before I write about our first couple of years together. Well, she’s the boss! I have warned her though, that there might be a few surprises.

The story begins over 45 years ago and I will start by mentioning the one thing that has shaped my sexual proclivities, my life really. Why has the female derriere held so much fascination for me? I began worshipping at the altar of the female bottom very soon after I realised that girls and women were more important than cricket! (more…)

My boss and her husband were off on a second honeymoon for three weeks, and had asked me to look out for her 19 year old grandson Rick while they were away. Rick worked part time over the summer and winter breaks with his mom and me in her craft shop. We had had some personal conversations about his studies, his latest girlfriend and such. I always felt that somewhere in the back of my mind he was lusting after me even though I am 14 years his senior. On more than one occasion I noticed him looking at my breasts while talking to me and once he walked in on me in the bathroom. Having ones pants around there ankles while in the bathroom is not the way you want someone to see your bush for the first time. And yet there he was, awkwardly staring at my full red bush and fumbling to apologize. Blushing he closed the door and then proceeded to not make eye contact with me for two weeks. I used to wonder if he was jerking off thinking of me while lying in bed, while I was only a few yards away in another room. (more…)

I finally did it. I asked my girlfriend to marry me and she said yes. We are both 24 and had been together for a few years. This morning I was going to tell all my coworkers that I was now engaged. I had no idea that the response from a select few would give me more pleasure that I could ask for…

Wednesday afternoon one of my coworkers Kim came up to me asked if I could join her and some other women I work with for drinks on Friday night. They all wanted to hear how I proposed first hand and not passed along through the office. Out of everyone I worked with I had easily masturbated the most to Kim. She is in her late 30s with a great set of tits on her. Even a few times I had snuck off to the work bathroom to do it because I couldn’t wait until I got home. I told her that I’d love to and she could invite anyone else that was interested.

I showed up at the bar and much to my surprise there were six women there. And each one I had fantasized about while I’ve masturbated. I’ll give you a few details on each, in order of how many times I’ve jerked off to them…

Kim, married, late 30s, nice chest, I think she is wild in bed.
Donna, divorced, early 40s, great ass, very small tits,
Trudy, divorced, mid 40s, a little plump, but always shows great cleavage
Jane, married, mid 40s, big, but huge tits, flirts with me the most
Teresa, married, late 40s, no tits, but I bet can suck dick like a pro
Heather, newly married, early 30s, big ass but a great rack (more…)

“Feels good doesn’t it?” Paolo asked me. “I truly love a woman who knows how to pleasure a man’s prick,” he added. “And these two certainly know how to do that. How about Julia? Does she also suck cock as well?” he asked pointedly.

“Ah yes, she does,” I said a little awkwardly, realizing that everyone must have known what was taking place back inside the house. I looked up searching for where she was in fact when I saw Julia walk around standing behind Paolo. I couldn’t see exactly what it was that she was doing but Shirley must have known. She quit sucking my prick at that moment and motioned for me to watch this.

“What’s she doing?” I asked curiously, almost forgetting that both Paolo and Maggie could certainly hear whatever I’d said.

“She’s going to stick her finger in his ass and massage his prostate. The way she does it can increase and enhance the orgasm. Maggie’s about to get a massive dose of Paolo’s cum cream, you really should have her do you next,” Shirley added. “I hear she’s really very good at it.”

“Ah, no thanks. I think I’ll pass on that one,” I told her. (more…)

Maggie had just gotten off the phone with Gladys prior to calling me, and since she now knew that Saturday was off, had suggested to Maggie that they drive up to visit with her daughter Friday night and spend the weekend visiting with her. I knew that even though Gladys was a lesbian, she and her husband had raised a family together. And though I knew very little else, I did know she had a daughter who was approximately my age. I also knew she was some sort of a ‘professional’ who was basically her own boss and either owned, or managed a small little company where she lived.

“Sounds like fun,” I said, not really interrupting Maggie, but letting her know that I understood that I wouldn’t be seeing her this weekend, and wondering when in fact I would be. “Guess I’ll see you sometime next week then,” I finished.

Maggie laughed. “You remind me so much of my late husband Richard. I could always tell when he had his ‘feel-bad’s’ hurt by the pouty tone to his voice.”

Maggie never ceased to amaze me. Sometimes I swore she knew me better than my own mother did. Even so, I feigned knowing what she was talking about. (more…)

I was soon matching her stroke for stroke on my side of the door. Maggie had lowered her arm, beginning to caress, kneading one of her lovely full pliant breasts. Seeing her doing this just outside my door, standing on the small step of the porch sent shivers of overwhelming excitement coursing through me. It was surrealistic seeing her standing there playing with herself like that, even though it was dark. And though there wasn’t anyone who could possibly see what either one of us was doing, it made the whole encounter that much more thrilling and dangerously exciting.

“Cum on me!” Maggie said after what had seemed like hours of watching one another masturbating.

I made as to open the door so that I could step outside, or that Maggie could come in. But she once again surprised me by pushing the door closed with her hand, baring me from doing so.

“No. Through the screen!”

OK, that WAS a little weird; even I had to admit that. But as weird as it was, it was also one of the best fucking idea’s I’d ever heard of too.

Turning back towards her, I had all but stuck my cock against the screen still jerking off as I felt Maggie pressing herself against the screen from her side. Her breasts were pressed firmly against it, and I knew damn well that she’d be leaving small little impressions against her flesh from having done so. (more…)

I found myself standing in the driveway of my new home staring at the small U-Haul trailer that contained my entire life. At twenty-three, I had been married, and was now divorced. Thankfully there had not been any children. We’d married young, both of us full of dreams for the future. Six month’s after that, we both knew it had been a mistake, yet we’d stuck it out for another two years.

We’d parted as friends, though certainly not close ones. And I had no intention of ever seeing her again anyway, which is one of the reasons I’d moved halfway across the country. The other, I had a good job waiting for me that would help pay the bills I’d collected during those two and a half years. Today was the day my new life would start, in a new state, with a new job, but with an old house. I’d purchased a small little home that was nearly seventy-five years old and in need of some minor repairs. But I was pretty good with my hands, and a fresh coat of paint would go along way to making it presentable again.

As I began to move my belongings into the house, I spotted the neighbor who lived next door to me as she came outside to work in her garden. I thought about introducing myself, but she went about her business without even looking towards me, so I decided to save that for another day. I did notice over the course of the next few days that I never saw anyone else in the home, so had to surmise from that, she lived alone, and was either divorced, or a widower. (more…)

My name is Eduardo and I have a thing for older women.

My story starts by confessing I was once a geek. While attending high school in Tampa, I was a skinny, pimple-faced kid with horn rimmed spectacles and a shy disposition. One day I decided it was time to join the cool world, so I reinvented myself.

I changed my four eyes for contact lenses, cut my hair to a more stylish look, lifted weights, jogged daily and applied cream until the pimples cleared up. I worked hard at improving my conversation and being sociable. By sixteen I was playing small roles in high school theater productions and I got the acting bug.

Show biz provided a creative outlet, a longshot chance at fame and glory plus the promise of quality female flesh. After high school I did several community college plays and turned pro at twenty, picking up my SAG card when I delivered two lines playing a young punk in a cheap action flick shot in Miami Beach. (more…)

I led Brad into our large bathroom and adjusted the water in the shower to just the right temperature. His hands were on my buns as I felt the warm water with my hand. Stepping inside, I pulled him with me. The water flowed down on to the two of us. Our hands were busy all over one another before I reached for the body wash on the shelf. I poured a little into my hand and worked it into lather. I reached up and began to wash his face and neck. I continued over his muscular shoulders and arms amazed at the hardness of his muscles. I looked up into his eyes as I washed his chest, feeling his nipples hard under my hands.

When I looked down, I saw that his large cock was growing hard once again. I had to have it in my hands. I quickly washed his abdomen which was rippled with hard muscles. Reaching his cock, I took it into both hands and stroked its shaft back and forth as it grew slowly. I cupped its head with my left hand while stroking the shaft with the other. Brad pushed forward and moaned as I enjoyed the feel of his hard member in my hands. The ache had returned between my legs and I wanted him inside me again!

I kneeled to wash his legs and feet and turned him to quickly wash his back and hard buns. I reached between his legs and cupped his balls rolling them in my hand as I cleaned them thoroughly. I stood and turned him again, standing on tip toes to kiss his young lips and feel his tongue slide between mine. I could feel his cock rubbing against my soft tummy as we kissed deeply and passionately. His strong arms held me to him, my nipples hard against his chest. (more…)

As I slipped the robe over my skimpy bikini, I wondered if he would be watching today. I had first caught a glimpse of him as a sun bathed by our pool. We had a privacy fence but he could see me clearly from his attic window. I had seen the reflection from his telescope and was sure that it was focused on my near naked body lying in the lounge chair by the pool. I should have been angry but I was actually turned on by this muscular young man enjoying the view.

I had seen him several times working in their yard, wearing shorts and no shirt. He was a star football player for the local high school and was barely 18. I couldn’t understand why a young stud would be interested in my 46 year old body. I am slightly over weight but I have taken good care of myself. My 38 D breasts sagged only slightly without support. My body was well tanned from the daily sun baths by our pool. My husband rarely used the pool in day light, preferring golf on the weekends and swimming only in the evenings. (more…)

It was Friday and another week of mindless work was behind me. For most of the population that meant going out with friends, lovers, family to celebrate. For me, however, my weekend began with the reassuring sound of the key to my flat sliding into the lock, the creaky door swinging open and thunking shut behind me.

Those routine sounds were almost a highlight for me. They signalled the start of 39 hours of quiet and solitude until I dutifully and not a little reluctantly made my way back to work on Monday morning. Back to the infernal noise of the factory where, to the whine and groan of massive machinery, I packed boxes of cookies into crates. Trying not to look at the clock, eager to get each day over with.

The silence of my flat on the weekend was soothing. (more…)

They had been playing the same game for two months now. Each time was bliss and agony all at once. Neither of them could stop now. They’d both gotten in too deep to just let it go.

So, as he did once a week and sometimes twice, he traveled down the hallway to her apartment. Once he got there, he looked up and down the hall, making sure no one was watching. He had to be careful. If someone caught them, there would be Hell to pay. Of course, in the back of his mind, that made the game more appealing. Not that it needed anything extra to make it more appealing. Having his hands on her soft flesh did that all on its own.

It took him no time at all to walk inside then made his way to her bedroom. As always, she lay in the bed wearing her terrycloth robe. She rested on her side, legs partially tucked up to her stomach with her eyes closed as though sleeping. He knew that all she wore underneath her clothes was her panties, as part of their rules. The mere thought had a heat spread all through him, but centering the slowly rising organ between his legs.
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When I was 19 I was going out with a girl named Julie. She was about 5 foot 10 brunette with a nice figure and fairly small breasts.

We used to go to a local lovers lane and she would usually start by her giving me head and then we would have pretty good sex.

After going out for a couple of months, she suggested I meet her Parents.

We were going out one Saturday night and I arrived at Julie’s place to pick her up. Her mum answered the door. She was in her mid forties with strawberry blonde hair, fairly large breasts and a great figure considering she had 4 children.

Just before we left to go out she asked Julie if she could have a private talk to me. “Yeah mum tell him all that rubbish you tell all my boy friends.” (more…)

I was 18 and had a job as a paperboy for a while when I was growing up. Once a month I’d go around to all the customers and collect their payment. I had just about finished one day, but still had to collect from several new customers. I’d been dodging light showers for a while and was trying to hurry since I could see darker rain clouds coming in. In the process I’d gotten a bit wet but I didn’t want to stop because I’d be getting paid as soon as I turned in these payments.

I was headed to the home of a newcomer I’d seen out washing her car. I was especially looking forward to meeting her for two reasons: (1) she liked to wash her car in her bathing suit, and (2) her name, B.J. Good, which was rather interesting since on my sheet it was written as, ‘Good, BJ.’

She was maybe in her 40s, which I’d determined since I’d occasionally seen college age guys there on the weekend that I figured were her sons. I guessed they went to school out of town because I had never seen them on weekdays. Forties or not, she was definitely a babe based upon the shots I’d had of her washing the car. (more…)

On June 22, 1975, Jaws, the first summer blockbuster movie, opened nationwide in 409 theaters. Earlier that day, under a dazzling blue sky filled with great puffy white clouds looking like immense sheep dogs at play, I packed my 1971 Ford Pinto with a sea bag stacked full of uniforms, a duffel bag filled with neatly folded civvies and several cardboard boxes of books. Twenty minutes later, I parked in front of a house out past the greyhound track in the rural fringe of Orange Park, Florida. My buddy and I were renting the place for a third of what we expected to pay.

Sitting in the car for a moment, I listened to Lady Marmalade then turned the radio off. I opened my car door; at least two things were unbeknownst to me the naïve Midwestern kid, a neophyte in the Navy: First, I had no idea that Ford Pintos had defective gas tanks with an unfortunate tendency to burst into flames if rear-ended at speeds above twenty-five miles per hour. Every time I tooled down the road, I risked immolation like a saffron clad Buddhist monk in Vietnam. Secondly, that I had driven straight into the kill zone of a land borne Great White Shark, my personal Jaws. In a few moments, this predator, armed with a dastardly array of weapons, with a take no prisoner attitude would commence circling me in the same lazy fashion as the movie’s slick killing machine. (more…)

I have had 4 children…aged 17, 16, 14 and 12. Divorced now from husband. New man is great in bed but I wet all over him and bed every time. I have never had an orgasm..not with previous man or this one. We have sex maybe 3 or 4 times a week. I get upset all the time about this. He is fantastic about it but I am worried. Is there something wrong with me?

When I was in high school I wasn’t exactly a chick magnet. It wasn’t all my fault, mind you. I went through puberty much later than the other boys, but when I did, my body went overboard. In an 18-month period I grew a full foot, and I was tormented by horrible growing pains that woke me up screaming every other week.

The physical pain was bad enough, but the emotional pain was worse. I outgrew my clothes so fast that my parents put off the inevitable shopping trips as long as they could, meaning I went to school in jeans three inches too short. I had funny, dorky clothes, and a funny, dorky body inside them. I grew so fast that I couldn’t control my own body, I was always tripping over my feet and hitting my head on low-hanging lights. I shot up to six-foot-five and I weighed like 150 pounds. My nickname, of course, was “Stork”. I hated, hated, hated that name.

My parents told me not to worry. My mom and dad are both tall, and not bird-skinny like I was. “You’ll fill out, don’t worry,” Dad told me. “I was the same way you were, and I gained 40 pounds in a year. Eat your Wheaties and you’ll be fine.” (more…)

I guess I have a lot to thank Mrs. Johanssen for - not just the sex. She helped me get my act together; I went on to finish my graduate degree and I never looked back. Nowadays I’m a psych professor at a reputable college on the East Coast. It’s a pretty good gig; it sure beats working for a living.

As you probably imagine, it really happens; I’ve become accustomed to the young coeds approaching me. Some kind of nervous young thing shows up in my office and the pitch is always the same. “Oh, Professor, can I talk to you . . .” What follows is some kind of sob story about how she’s been too busy to complete the term project on time, or how she’d like a little assistance with the subject material; a little personal assistance, right?

I always listen to their spiel. The bottom line is always the same theme, some variation of: “. . . little one-on-one, just you and me, Dr.?” By the time they get to this part I usually can’t hold back my grin anymore and it’s on. I learned early on why shrinks really keep a couch in their office. Sometimes it doesn’t even get that far; I’ve bent girls over across the top of my desk and laid pipe standing-up doggie-style, and I’ve lost track of the number of blowjobs I’ve received sitting at my desk. This is probably the most convenient scenario because I can answer the phone and from out in the foyer it looks like I’m busy at work; except for maybe the look of total ecstatic agony on my face while under my desk on her knees Little Miss Sweetheart of Sigma Chi is hard at work polishing my knob with her wet mouth. (more…)