mature xxx

Yet it was not a dark night a couple months back, the sun was setting but there was still enough light to see things as I gazed across at room 23 at the inexpensive Friendly Motel owned by my friend Jake’s family.

Nor was it stormy, as in fact we were in the middle of a southern New Jersey drought. Normally this time of year the corn was six to eight feet high, the flowers blooming in wonderful colors and the watermelons humongous.

Still, I had always wanted to write that line, which somehow came to mind because I was so darn bored. I kicked myself for having to be at the seedy motel, known as a No Tell Motel by teenagers and others with a bent for discretion, but it was something I needed to do. See, I had lost $2,800 on a “sure bet” at the race track and I needed to pick up a few bucks in addition to my regular job as an accountant at a local insurance company.

I told Jake of my troubles, he asked me to fill in for a couple months, a day here and there, and both of our problems would be solved. I got the money I needed and he had someone reliable to relieve him until his wife got back from helping her mother in Pittsburgh. Simple and convenient, if not dark and stormy. (more…)

I am a thirty-year-old teacher at a small town high school. It is a job I’ve had and enjoyed for eight years, coming into it right after college. Recently events occurred that have made it much more enjoyable than I ever dreamed possible. The reason is I have begun sampling the sexual delights of my students.

It started a few months ago when I was doing some paper work in the Principle’s office. The local teacher’s union was preparing a routine quarterly seminar for the region and several of my colleagues and I were busy getting the forms ready. Richie, a senior and the co-captain of the basketball team was helping with the collating.

Somebody started talking about a recent talk show they had seen dealing with the topic of sexual appeal. What is sexy and what is not, etc. etc. One of our macho associates started getting a bit raunchy in regards to certain female body parts.

“Give me a woman with big hooters,” he proclaimed. Everyone laughed.

“Not me,” retorted our Assistant Principle. “I’m a sucker for long, shapely legs.” (more…)

Two days later I went down to the lake to swim. I had been working in the fields all day and hadn’t seen Lisa or Karin. When I went through the gate I saw several kids playing but none of the women. They must have their friends visiting, I thought. I hesitated, thinking about the other two times when they wanted to be alone and swim in the nude. I had been met and pushed away at the gate. Today nobody met me so I thought they weren’t in the nude.

I went to the entrance to the sun deck and stopped paralyzed. Karin and Lisa and two of their friends were there, all naked. Lisa was the first to see me and she smiled and rose.

“Oh, I didn’t hear you coming. You mustn’t be here; this is women only as you can see. So move out. Sorry.” She smiled and giggled and didn’t try to cover herself. The other three made halfhearted tries to shield their charms but it looked as if more for each other’s sake than for being shy in my presence.

I started to leave when Inga, the tall blond woman, said:

“Wait, what the heck, let him stay. I don’t mind. He will watch us anyway as he did before. And you even gave him permission and encouraged him to do it, didn’t you,” she said, nodding at Karin. “In fact, I like being looked at by such a good-looking young man. So what do you say Anne.” She looked at the other woman. (more…)

In the first chapter I told how my father’s cousin Lisa introduced me to love making and on several occasions trained me how to make love and please a woman. It all started when she allowed me to watch her and her friends swim in the nude. My father’s other cousin Karin wanted to take part in the fun. She teased me and showed her lovely naked body to me. She took over from Lisa and taught me several things although I was not allowed to fuck her properly in her cunt.

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The following day I saw that Karin and Lisa had their friends visiting them. I became disappointed. They shouldn’t have time for me. But at the same time I was thrilled about the possibility of a new nude performance at the lake. But when I recognized one of the friends my expectations were reduced. She was a real lady, very well dressed and her hair and make-up always in order. She sounded very strict and upper class and her three children behaved themselves. I couldn’t believe that she would bathe in the nude.

But I could not resist myself from going down to the lake in the afternoon.

When I came down I was met at the entrance as before but this time by Karin. She had a short towel loosely in front of her for modesty but didn’t care much how it was draped around her. One breast shoved and the towel only covered her pussy and one upper leg. The other leg was totally bare. (more…)

I am country-bred at a small farm just outside Stockholm, the capitol of Sweden. My family moved there when I was young but my parents kept their jobs in a nearby town.

The farm had several houses. They were used by relatives as summerhouses. In wintertime we were quite lonely but in the summer there were more people around.

Two female cousins of my father, Lisa and Karin, had a house each for their families. In those times it was customary that the wife and the children spent the summer in the summerhouse and the father was left in town working. Our farm had an advantage. It was so close to Stockholm that the husbands could come there at weekends but the wives got a little bored anyway.

The hot summer of 1959 the cousins were in theirs mid thirties. They had two children each in about the same age and helped each other so they could get some free time on their own.

I spent the summer at home working on the farm and with the horses. At 18, I had grown since last summer and the farm work had developed my body. I was shy and inexperienced but very interested in the female body. I started to fancy about these women who went around in light summer clothing and sundresses not thinking much about me being around. (more…)

Karen Nelson sighed and laid down the red pen she’d been using to grade papers and stretched her back. It was Friday and the clock on the back wall of the rectangular shaped classroom read five fifteen. School had been out for more than an hour and the custodians had already been into her room. She would probably be the last one to leave the building, which wasn’t unusual any more. The thirty-eight-year old woman looked out over the empty room and desks and an unbidden thought came to mind as she looked at the desks.

In her mind’s eye she could see the young boys that sat in the desks throughout each school day. Many of them, who were all seniors, were very handsome and she had noticed them, on several occasions, staring at her – especially her long, slender legs and well-rounded ass. For her it was a huge compliment because of her age and the fact that many of her girl students were very sexy. To have good-looking teen boys staring at her body in a way that more than suggested they would love to fuck her was extremely flattering to the older woman. She was after all nearly fifty and, while she wasn’t a bad looking woman, she was still much older than any of her male students. (more…)

The day had droned on and finally the last group of students had exited and I was finally able to enjoy a bit of peace and quiet until students began filtering in for tutoring. I teach history and while not as complicated as some other subjects, some students really struggle with the amount of material in college-preparatory classes.

I sat at my desk and Janice, the teacher who works in the room next to me, poked her head in and asked how the day went. I sighed heavily and said I was glad the weekend was here and looking forward to a couple of days of sleeping late and doing little in the way of work. Janice nodded in agreement and came fully into the classroom.

I perked up because she looked good and because there had always seemed to be an undercurrent of sexual tension between us. She was dressed in a pantsuit with the jacket and the shirt underneath providing plenty of vantage points. She was about 34 and had short, blond hair. Her most impressive assets were her breasts. She had large ones - she recently had a child - and while she tried to downplay them at work, they were difficult to totally conceal. (more…)

I had been dating Caroline for a short time, maybe a month, when I decided to break it off. She is a beautiful woman, about 5′ 3″, a small build with an incredible ass and a nice, firm pair of breasts. She is very intelligent, a great all-around package, but she was too reserved for my tastes.

Caroline was raised in a very wealthy, conservative, Bible-thumping household. Even though she is in her late 40’s, and raised two good kids by herself, her parents still have a hold on her life.

We had slept together three times during our time together, and it was nothing spectacular. As I said, Caroline is a beautiful woman, and has an incredible body, but even looking at her nude couldn’t make up for the lack of fire in the bedroom.

We had plans to go out shopping together Friday evening to find a dress for Caroline to wear to her cousin’s Christmas party, which we were supposed to go to in a month. We were going to meet for a drink before we went, and I decided that would be the perfect time to end things with her. (more…)

I met Joey at my job. He just came up to me one day and started a conversation about sex. I was shocked I have never had a man just out of the blue talk to me about sex. He asked me if I was experienced and I said yeeessss!!! He seemed happy with my answer and took me to the hall of our job. He explained to me he was a virgin and wanted to learn how to have sex and asked if I would be interested in teaching him if I didn’t have a boyfriend. I wasn’t sure what to say…(I hadn’t had sex in a few months and really wanted to do it), but he was a stranger to me I didn’t know him well. I told him I would think about it.

1 week later

He walked out of the bathroom wearing only his boxers, his cock made a tent in the front. I was going to be giving him a lesson on how to eat pussy and fuck a women. He was 19 and hot as hell and he has a nice body, he was not thin, he was my kind of man, muscular arms, big chest full of muscle. He looked at me and said “shall we start my lesson Kitty”? I told him yes lets do. I took him by the hand to my bedroom and told him to lay on the bed. I started to take off my clothes, still not sure I wanted this man to see my naked body. I was no model and certainly not thin. I am a heavy women, 5′4, brown hair and eyes, and not conformable with my body, but I had to do this, I had to show him what women like or at least what I like.
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I’m a boy.

Dunno why I am, guess I don’t feel like I’ve crossed that line to man yet. I’m a little insecure, I guess. Sure, I’m a teenager. My balls have dropped long ago. Sure, I’ve fucked girls. I’ve done the stuff that make you a man. My dad paid for hookers for me when I was younger. He wanted me to be a man. I’ve fucked girls my age, too. Usually at parties when we’re drunk. That’s the only time I get the nerve. I’m kinda shy, too.

I’ve felt a girl’s mouth on my dick. I’ve felt how good it feels inside a girl’s wet pussy. I’ve cum up inside some girls. I like the way it feels.

But I get embarrassed when my cock gets hard on the beach, looking at all the topless girls. Sometimes they notice my hard dick and giggle at me. I hate that. I just run back to my room and masturbate. Sometimes three, four times a day. I do into the mirror. I like to watch, you know? (more…)

I was a very horny teenager growing up. Horny, but nervous about girls my own age. I started to have a fascination about older women. I always envisioned any friend of my mother naked. I used to daydream constantly about my neighbors and would always dream up crazy fantasies where they would come on to me.

It was the summer after I graduated high school when things started to become more of a reality. Living next door to us was Mrs. Lafferty. She was a mother of three young girls and she was about 37 years old. She had brown curly hair, and a decent body with a nice tan from the Florida sun from which we lived under. She had decent c cup boobs with a respectable ass.

Every morning, my parents would leave for work and my sister for school, and I was left alone in the house. One morning at about 8:00, Mrs. Lafferty called asking for my mother. This seemed odd to me because she knew that my mother left before that for work. (more…)

It was a long time coming. No, more accurately, that was the problem, or at least he was worried that it was a problem. The problem was that it wasn’t taking a long time cumming; it was at times taking no time at all to cum. It was a long time coming that he finally decided to seek professional consultation for his short time cumming.

Fortunately, Templeton College did have counseling services. It wasn’t a particularly large clinic, but Templeton was not a particularly large college. It was a small private college, with quite traditional values. The boys had to wear white shirts, black slacks and jackets, black ties, and black dress shoes. The girls of Templeton wore the matching uniform of a white blouse, plaid skirt, black tie, white socks, and black Mary Janes. But, this story doesn’t involve any of the girls of Templeton. It concerns Teddy.

It wasn’t hard for a story at Templeton to involve Teddy. Teddy seemed to get himself into quite a few predicaments, many of them quite embarrassing . It’s not that he didn’t have his good times. His life with Penny was quite good indeed , but that was now in fact part of the problem. It had become so good that he was becoming a little trigger happy, resulting in some embarrassing moments in what was suppose to be good times. (more…)

The last thing 37 year old Kurt Sandridge thought he would be doing when he watched his now 10 year old daughter come into the world back in 1992 was that he would be the girl’s prime caregiver before she would be old enough to finish elementary school.

A sales rep. for a Louisville based paint company, Kent’s grand plan early on during his marriage with his now ex wife Lisa was that she would be home to raise their daughter Melanie while he took every project that he could to help climb the corporate ladder and make a better life for his young family.

When Lisa began suffering a series of physical ailments combined with her subsequent addiction to prescription pain killers, wine and barbiturates, Kent steadily came to realize his dream marriage and dream life for his only child wasn’t going to work out.

A few weeks after Melanie’s 6th birthday, Kent served Lisa with divorce papers. (more…)