mature xxx

The summer rain shower had caught him completely off guard. He had to run outside and drive the old tractor into the barn to keep the rain from getting into the motor. It had begun to pour and he couldn’t help getting soaked, but he didn’t mind, the rain was a cool reprieve from the intense July heat.

She watched him from the kitchen window. It was early still and she stood there wearing one of his old t-shirts which she always wore to bed when she spent occasional weekends with him on his farm. She studied him as he drove the old tractor into the barn and shut the door. The rain had drenched him through and the color of his skin and the shape of his muscles could be seen through his white t-shirt. He was wearing his favorite Levi’s; the ones that were a little tight in the crotch showing off one of his better assets. She couldn’t help but tremble a little and she bit her bottom lip as he climbed over the barn gate, landing on the other side with little effort. She loved the way he carried himself, the way he moved, like rugged poetry, with the confidence of a god. (more…)

“Glen, come upstairs after we close, please. I need to talk to you,” said Rosemary – under her breath, yet pointedly – as she passed behind me. She was the second-in-command, behind the owner, of the drug store where I worked to support myself as a 20-year-old, pre-med, sophomore college student in the mid 1960s.

What could she possibly want? I wondered, as I locked the front door behind the late-shift pharmacist after he left for home. Shutting off the outside lights at 10 p.m., I swept the floor and emptied the day’s trash into the dumpster behind the store, locked the delivery car inside the back gate, and went upstairs to Rosemary’s office, where she was counting the day’s receipts.

“Wait a few minutes,” she said, brusquely, as she completed a tally from a cash drawer. I stood a few feet away, unbuttoning my pharmacist’s smock from my neck and down one shoulder, and wanted desperately to sit down. My days were full: 8 a.m. classes ’til one, a quick bite for lunch, at the drug store by two and working ’til ten – with a snack on the run – then a sandwich over the books until I fell asleep at 2 or 3 a.m. That schedule was repeated consistently, six days a week. (more…)

It had been a long vacation. Karan had insisted on a long holiday and she and Karan had gone away for a fortnight to Mauritius with their close friends Simran and Rajeev. The holiday in itself had been fun, though these adventures often left Sunita wondering about the contrast between what the movies showed, and how her own married life seemed to be. In the movies, the couple would frisk around and be passionate with each other. Karan was more interested in sporting his dark glasses and looking good and cheesy around the pool and beach. He and Rajeev had spent a fair bit of their time eyeing the beautiful women in evidence.

She didn’t mind that. In fact, she encouraged it with the hope that in bed it would make him more of a tiger. She wondered all that fascination for women went when she was in bed with him. He would either spend the night drinking into the wee hours so she was dog tired by the time he came to bed. Or when he did come to bed and make love to her, it was his usual unimaginative man-on-top style.
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I had only been on the job as superintendent of the apartment building in Miami a couple of weeks. My job consists of maintaining the common areas of the buildings interior and attending to the simple everyday problems with plumbing, electrical and a myriad of other small items in the tenants apartments. Generally speaking, I was a handy man. For 30 odd years I was a highly paid engineer. I got tired of the rat race and chucked it all, my wife included. We never had children and since I gave her everything she didn’t mind too much.

My third week on the job found me changing the filters in the return portion of the air conditioning system. There are three air returns in the hallway on each floor. Mid-morning found me on the second floor right next to the elevator. An extremely small man in his late sixties engaged me in conversation as he waited for the elevator. He introduced himself as Hal in apartment 214. The elevator came and he let it go without him, explaining he thought his wife was right behind him. (more…)

“Glen, come upstairs after we close, please. I need to talk to you,” said Rosemary – under her breath, yet pointedly – as she passed behind me. She was the second-in-command, behind the owner, of the drug store where I worked to support myself as a 20-year-old, pre-med, sophomore college student in the mid 1960s.

What could she possibly want? I wondered, as I locked the front door behind the late-shift pharmacist after he left for home. Shutting off the outside lights at 10 p.m., I swept the floor and emptied the day’s trash into the dumpster behind the store, locked the delivery car inside the back gate, and went upstairs to Rosemary’s office, where she was counting the day’s receipts.

“Wait a few minutes,” she said, brusquely, as she completed a tally from a cash drawer. I stood a few feet away, unbuttoning my pharmacist’s smock from my neck and down one shoulder, and wanted desperately to sit down. My days were full: 8 a.m. classes ’til one, a quick bite for lunch, at the drug store by two and working ’til ten – with a snack on the run – then a sandwich over the books until I fell asleep at 2 or 3 a.m. That schedule was repeated consistently, six days a week.

Rosemary finished counting the receipts and turned to look up at me from her swivel chair. Her gaze swept from my face to my toes, making me uncomfortable since she was wearing the sardonic half smile that she’d used so often to intimidate employees. “Did you lock up?” she asked, looking through the window in the upstairs wall that afforded her a view of the entire store and the adjoining pharmacy below. (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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When I was a lot younger, I moved to Texas with a friend. We made the long haul one night. I stayed there at his place and worked with him at the factory where he worked for a while. Later, I decided to try the big city life. So I made the venture to Dallas, TX. I found a job at a motel as a desk clerk.

It was a pretty seedy run down motel, and at night it was rather scary. I did meet some very interesting characters there, though. This is a story about one of those people. It was a fairly quiet night, and this older lady was checking in. She was nice looking and was in her in late 40’s or early 50’s.

She smiled brightly at me as I checked her in. She left and came back a little later. She asked me if I smoked weed? I said yeah, sometimes I would do it with my friends. She asked me what time I got off work, and I told her at 11 p.m. “You know my room number” she said to me. “Why don’t you come and see me when you get off work”. she added.

I told her “that sounded good”. At 11 I left the front desk and ventured towards her room. I knocked on the door and she told me to come on in. I entered her room. She was in the bathroom. “Can you roll a joint?” she asked. (more…)

He was riding along on his brand new Kawasaki when it happened. He saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen walking on the sidewalk. He noticed her ass swaying as he neared an intersection. He turned his head to follow her sweet looking ass around a corner and bam!

He woke up somewhat disoriented in a very bright place. After he looked around, he noticed that his left leg was hanging in some type of apparatus. Upon further inspection, he found that he was in a hospital bed. He must have made a lot of noise because as soon as he woke, an attractive black nurse walked in.

“Well Mr. Willcox we are glad you are finally awaken. It has been 37 hours since the accident.”

“Accident, what accident?”

“Apparently you were broadsided by a van full of nuns, you were the only one hurt”

“Wow” said Harvey. He felt somewhat bad it was nuns considering what had caused the accident. “Where am I?”

“You are in Collins University Memorial,” said his nurse. “Your fibula was shattered and now you have a pin in it, so you must be very careful from now on.”

As she told him about the limitations of his injury he could not help but notice the tremendous swell of her humongous bosom. She was about 5′5” with a dynamite figure. She had a pair of 44 ff tits with a 32-inch waist and 44-inch hips, an extended hourglass. He could literally see the strain on the buttons of her white nurses uniform trying to contain those magnificent breasts. (more…)

This story begins just as I moved into a new apartment building. It was fairly small and in a nice section of town. I got a nice apartment on the second floor, with a nice view of the city. The landlady was a cute older brunette, probably about 45, with massive tits and a large ass that was perfect for her. Needless to say, I was already checking this lady out and finding out some details. It turned out she was divorced, and as part of the settlement, she got this building. She lived on the fourth floor in a large apartment, which she shared with her daughter. She seemed pleasant, and seemed to enjoy me checking her out. After she had given me my keys and paperwork, she turned to leave. As she stepped out the door, she said she’d check back on me this evening, to see how I was doing.

I spent the rest of the day unpacking and waiting for Ms. Riley to return. She knocked on my door a little after seven o’clock. I greeted her with a warm smile and showed her in. I noticed she had changed her outfit, she was now wearing a pair of tight Capri pants and a low-cut blouse that revealed much of her large breasts. Being bored, and a little horny, I invited her to have supper with me. (more…)

It was just another typical morning at the Restaurant when Linda White came in per usual a few months ago. It happened to be December 21st. It was Christmas, but we aren’t open for lunch and most of the big parties had already taken place. Only mom and I would be there until 0ne o’clock when the other staff would begin arriving.

Linda has always been a rather attractive woman, but I always viewed her in a matronly way. Nothing about her appearance really stood out from any other woman in her position. She just comes across as a mature, professional businesswoman.

She is in her mid-forties and the mother of two teenaged boys. She is extremely proud of her boys and can’t seem to speak highly enough of them. I’ve never met her family in person, but we have seen pictures and heard stories about them. She has spoken of her husband to us on many occasions, but she has always talked about him in a purely perfunctory fashion. It’s hard to get a true read on their relationship.

This particular day, when she came in, she caught my eye like never before. I noticed her the second that she walked through the door. I could hardly tear my eyes off of her. It made me nervous to address her. She smiled and acted normal when she made her customary greetings. (more…)

The rainy day and tropical weather made the Bay Area day steamy. Jean, a 43-year-old consultant / entrepreneur, had taken Friday off to slow down life and catch-up on sleep.

However, she hadn’t slept until noon as she expected. She woke up at 8am.

She slept in a blue, thin cotton shirt and her underwear. Her breasts were slightly swollen and pushed on her shirt. She took it off and let her pendulous, plump breasts bounce. Her body was athletic because she did swimming workouts with a master’s team and ran half marathons every couple months. Her body was sporty; she had strong features and strong hands from pulling without cooking in the water.

The wind blew a misty day outside and shadows of trees jumped around in her living room where she sat on the couch to check email wireless connection. She had put her shirt back on even though her nipples pushed through the shirt, slighting hurting. Among fifteen emails waited one with the subject:

mentee found, please contact within 7 days (more…)

The man seating next to me looked boring. I was traveling from my place to visit Pune for office work. The bus was to start in 10 min. and it looked empty, so some arrivals were due. I had hoped for a charming company. And my eyes brightened when I saw ‘Padmaja Kaku’ entering the bus. She was looking over her seat and it was at the back of my seat. Kaku was our neighbor, @ 50,and the old age was in her hairs, which had grayed to full white. Otherwise she was in excellent condition. About 5 ft height, full globes and ass and a flat tummy wearing a blue saarry with matching blose. She was a schoolteacher and her husband had been posted at Pune for last six months. She was visiting her husband. Her son was 28, married and two years younger to me.

She settled and just like other passengers and the bus started in few minutes. Hardly it had gone about 5 kms then Kaku she started to talk from behind asking me how come I was on bus and a general talk. She asked her co passenger if he can change place with me, as he had the smell of liquor on his mouth. He consented for my window seat and we changed places. (more…)

Hi, my name is Katie Kelly and I’m 18. I know I’m a little young to be telling my life story, but my head is so filled with thoughts lately that I wanted to write them down. At least tell you of some of the adventures I’ve had this summer.

First, let me tell you a little about my family, because they play a big part in the stories I want to tell you. They are true stories about my family, only the names are changed to protect the none too innocent.

OK. I’m the youngest daughter of Kevin and Michelle Kelly an all American couple if there ever was one. Dad met Mom when she was a junior in high school and he was a sophomore in college and have been together ever since. Mom was 20 when she got married, and in the next three years, being catholic had three babies me being the last. There were complications with my pregnancy, so after me the shop was closed. My sister, Julie, is now 20, and my brother Dennis is 19. (more…)

It was winter, near the beginning of a new semester, and Julie Lindsey loved both cold weather and new semesters. Cold weather meant cuddling, and she loved to cuddle. As a literature professor, she had a fondness not only for cuddling with a man, or occasionally with a woman, she loved curling up with a good book or writing erotic stories on her laptop.

Although she loved cuddling, Julie wasn’t a person who jumped into bed with just anyone. She loved being single since getting out of an unsatisfying marriage when she was in her early forties. From that time, she had explored and indulged her fantasies with both men and women, but was choosy and discreet – not secretive, but discreet.

The other thing she loved was new semesters. It was nice to know that the past semester was over and buried, no more keeping up with each student’s grades and having to decide whether to pass or fail, give an A, B, or C for those folks on the borderline. She especially disliked graduate students coming to her office at the end of a semester, whining about needing a B in the course. She usually told them that she didn’t give grades; students earned them.
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Rick Thomas was loading up the trunk of his car with the little league equipment after practice. He was really enjoying watching the little boys and girls learn to play America’s favorite pastime. When Rick got the last bag in he noticed the mother of his second baseman and the woman who was also good friends of his mother. Mrs. Debra Leyton and her husband a long haul trucker and their two sons have lived across the street from Rick and his mother for ten years now. Debra was another woman whom Rick often fantasized about, the woman had no sag at the age of thirty five and having two boys. She looked really sexy in her tight halter top that made her thirty eight d tits look awesome. The tight cut-off shorts she wore made her long tan legs seem even longer.

“Hey there Rick!” she said.

“Hi yah Deb!” he said cheerfully.

“Rick I got a favor to ask you if you don’t mind?” she said shyly

“You want me to watch the boys so you and my mom can go out and have a few beers up and the tavern.” he thought he was on top of her question cause she and his mom did this often. (more…)

She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her body. She stopped to admire herself in the mirror, rubbing her lacey bra and flat stomach. She paused and appeared lost in thought, before she continued removing her clothes. Her pants came off, followed by the bikini-cut panties and finally her bra. She stood naked again looking in the mirror, and then she walked out of her room and into the bathroom for her shower.

“Damn”, I thought to myself as I watched my neighbor from my window. “What I wouldn’t do to taste her.”

My neighbor was named Julie, a petite brunette who was married and had two kids, both of whom were off in college. Her husband works for weeks at a time, away on construction. I had fantasized about her since she and her husband moved in next to us a few years ago. She had smallish breasts and a wonderful ass, which she always showed off when she sunbathed in her back yard. I did odd jobs for them from time to time, cutting their grass, painting their deck, etc. Once I had discovered that my window faces directly at her bedroom, I watched her room at all hours of the day. Now that her husband worked away I had caught her undressing many times. She seemed to wear sexier clothes, and sometimes very little, around the house. All I knew is that I had to get in her pants. A chance had to come sooner or later… (more…)

Connie had had a very bad day and that was good for Tom. It meant that he would be the recipient of all that pent up tension and frustration. Tom still often wondered what his life would have been like if he had not attended Ms. Connie Cook’s real estate lecture on that day three months ago.

“When are you coming over,” the voice on the other end was terse, her words, clipped.

“Around six.”

“Make it sooner. I want you there when I get home. … and be ready. ”

“OK.”

He thought it best to keep his response simple. She was in no mood.

The 32 year old quickly prepared himself for Connie’s arrival, while he had never questioned their age difference, in the beginning it had concerned Connie. Tom’s only problem was that he loved older women and Connie was a dream come true. Having been married for over 30 years to the only lover she had ever know, Connie was ripe for experimentation and although he had never met the man, Tom had raised a glass to his benefactor on more than one occasion. You see Connie’s late husband was an ass man, or to be more precise, an ass fucker.

Tom often smiled when he recalled he and Connie’s first love making session. He had just hammered her pussy big time when Connie flipped over on her stomach so quickly it would make your head would spin.

Grabbing an ample cheek in both hands she pulled herself open wide. Tom lay by her side a little perplexed. (more…)

I had a good job. I was the editor and part owner of a weekly newspaper in Waverly, Kansas. It was a town of about 1000 souls, settled after the Civil War by a group of pioneers from Ohio. In fact the main event of the year was a large gathering in a clearing on the edge of town and it was called Old Ohio Days. I had a good house, a modest three bedroom bungalow within walking distance of my job. I had two good children who had long-since grown up and moved away. I had four grandchildren who I rarely saw but who entertained me with occasional letters and pictures which they had drawn in school. I had all the good things a man could desire save one. I did not have a good woman.

I had had a good woman, my wife of many years, but she had passed away after a long and fearsome fight with cancer. I was still in good health, good being a relative expression for a man who had recently seen fifty. I was still considered marriage material but unfortunately in those days, the tail end of the 19th century, and in that place the pickings were slim.

Perhaps I was too picky. There were several widows of my age in our small community. I rarely lacked for dinner invitations, some of which I accepted, some I declined. The women came in various sizes with various backgrounds but none of them lit my fire. Perhaps I was looking for too much wit, too much intelligence, too much articulateness.
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My name is Nancy and I am a nurse. I specialize in the care of the elderly and handicapped, but at the beginning of my career, I had to deal with everything: emergencies, trauma, surgeries, etc. In one way or another, the yearning to save lives drives us, or at least, to make the difference, even for one patient. Making my rounds, I see many patients whose conditions will never improve: paraplegics, cancer or AIDS patients, diabetics, old men and women; you know, the hopeless ones. This is the reason for my story.

My shifts have tended to be late in the evenings, nights and just before dawn. That makes me very requested in emergency rooms, but there are days, or really nights, where I only have to bathe or observe terminal patients or those with long-term hospitalization. I suppose that the worst are the victims of severe burns, because for them, there is neither day nor night, since their pains don’t allow them to sleep, and to them, unlike cancer patients, we could not give them morphine. The patients that have left an impression on me are usually very young or particularly attractive, in their majority, men, but some women do shock me with their predicaments. (more…)

As normal she was doing her rounds on the ward. Samantha was incredibly bored at the moment, it was the night shift and there was very little to do. Once she’d finished she left for home. At home she started to run a nice warm bath. She looked in the mirror, her nurses uniform clung tightly to her womanly figure. The uniform had never fit her properly; it always strained across her bosom. She unfastened the uniform and let it fall to the floor. Her large heavy breasts were held by a huge unflattering bra.

She never wore anything then a bra and tights; knickers always made her feel hot. Her tights sat on the top of her curvy hips and covered her delicious belly. She removed the tights and let them fall to floor. Samantha had a heavy covering of dark hair over her pussy. As she stood in front of the mirror she gently ran her finger through the hair. Samantha stood back from the mirror admiring her body. She had dark hair and dark eyes with smooth pale skin. Her body was extremely curvaceous with her breasts being by far her best assets. Her hips were wide and her bottom smooth and round. Throughout her life she’d kept in shape and it showed, she suffered from very little sagging. Even at the age of 50 she was in good shape.
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You were driving down the street with your mind a million miles away when I saw you. I hadn’t seen you in probably 15 years. You used to come over to my place all the time with the other kids in my son’s class. It seemed like we always had a dozen boys over after school. Now I am home alone most of the time. The kids are long since gone and my husband left shortly after. I knew you were still in town from the local gossip but I don’t get out much so I hadn’t run across you. I remember when you came over you were always so helpful. Here I am in the yard with this damn mower that won’t start. It would be great if I could get some of your help now I was thinking as you honked and waved. I waved back and to my surprise you pulled over.

“Mrs. Meyer, How ARE you?” you asked in your polite manner I remember from so long ago.

“Kenny, we’ve known each other too long for you to be calling me Mrs. Meyer. Angie, please.” (more…)

This story begins when I was a Senior in school. I was your typical 18 year old . I loved to go to parties and like every kid my age, I tried to get laid. I never was successful, so I had to resort to looking at dirty pictures in a magazine and jacking off. Life was unfair, but when our new neighbor’s moved in, my life was about to change.

The family consisted of Mom and Dad and one little guy of 3. Mom’s name was Barbra and as I learned later, she was 41. Her hair was long and blonde. She was 5′9″ and to a kid my age her body was flawless. She made a sweater stick out with her breasts and her legs were long and shapely. The kind of legs you could imagine wrapped around you, as you pounded your cock into her hot pussy.

I now had a real live sexy woman to dream of as I jacked off. Barbra and I became friends and she got to a point where she trusted me to look after her son Luke, when they went out. I took my sitting serious and took good care of him. Barbra could tell and one time when she paid and thanked me, she kissed me on the lip’s. That kiss set hormones into action. The result, a hard cock that needed relief. When I got home, I went straight to my room and as I ran my tongue over my lip’s to taste her lipstick, I fucked my cock with my hand and exploded my cum all over me. I never experienced a cumming like that before. She had sure excited me. (more…)

Some years ago I worked at a small engineering firm. One of the typists there was called Barbara, and she did most of the typing for me. I was about 25 at the time and she was coming up to retirement. She was a small lady, and had put a bit of weight on round the middle. She had quite a large bust which she didn’t try to hide, and usually wore a skirt and blouse. One day we were doing stocktaking and we were in the production office. There was the usual girly calendar on the wall (not allowed nowadays!) which I had a glance at. Barbara came over to me.

“Do you like that,” she said, pointing at the photo, which was a secretary bent over her desk, with her skirt lifted up, showing her stocking tops. She was turning to the camera and her blouse was open exposing her quite large tits, encased in a black bra. I did like it, and I told her so. I was also getting a stiffy, looking at the photo with Barbara being next to me.

“I can see you in that pose,” I said, feeling as though it was safe to flirt a bit. “You’ve certainly got the figure for it.” I looked down at her blouse, which was showing a fair bit of cleavage. “Do you ever wear black stockings,” I asked her. She chuckled sexily, but before she could answer, someone came into the office, so we had to continue with our work, and nothing more was said that day. (more…)

I first saw her while I was registering for my second semester at the local college. I had not seen the business end of a classroom in years. I was able to go back because I had quit my job just before finding out that I had caner of the lung and for the first time in my life I felt totally in control of my future. I went the traditional route of working, marrying and having a kid…the whole nine yards. After the marriage failed and we divorced, she moved back to the left coast to be nearer to her parents. What was left an enormous whole in my heart. I wouldn’t be able to see my son on a regular basis. I was truly in a vacuum with directly opposing emotions. I wouldn’t have a relationship with my son, or a relationship with a good woman. However, I damn sure was optimistic about going back to school and nurturing a career of my choosing, not dreading going to work at a job out of necessity of the almighty dollar. However I digress. (more…)

Rome, New York was home to about 35,000 people, when the last census was completed. The residents mostly commuted to the city of New York and home every day. They had a small sedate town full of Christian people. Nothing ever happened there. Not until Ursula and “The Play Pen “opened for business.

“The Play Pen” advertised women only allowed. We will provide an answer to all hidden desires. Ask us, and we will provide your favorite dream or fantasy. We guarantee you results.

Right away, they got a visit from the local police department. They met him with pleasure and they were pleased to prove all their permits were in order. They showed him everything he wanted to see. If they were breaking the law, he couldn’t figure out how they did it.
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