mature xxx

My name is Jan, well, Janet actually, but let’s stick with Jan as everybody else does.

I’m fifty-two at the time of writing, but was fifty when the events I shall relate took place.

I am five feet six inches tall. Buxom, in fact very buxom, but its all firm. Nothing flops about, including my bosom – 40 C if you want to know, but then, I don’t often wear a bra because I like to show off my nipples. I’ve got very nice, strong legs, sturdy but not thick, if you know what mean, but after all, its what’s at the top of them that counts, isn’t it?

I’ve been married to Tom for thirty odd years. He’s about five years older than me, and gave up getting intimate with me about ten years ago. We’re a bit of a laugh when seen together because he’s a couple of inches shorter than I am and thin with it.

I once overheard some horrible male say to another after seeing the pair of us; “It’d be like a pimple on an elephant when those two are at it.” (more…)

Although she wasn’t expected till 5:30 in the evening when Mom would be home from work, Marsha, the caterer, showed up at 11 A.M. sharp.

I explained over the intercom that I couldn’t help her with the menu, but she insisted on coming upstairs to see the condo.

I told her I’d leave the apartment door open and for her to wait in the living-room while I put on some clothes.

To my surprise, I found her sitting at the computer reading the story I’d spent the morning writing.

Normally I don’t care if people see my unfinished work but this particular story was 100% smut, so I felt compelled to announce that it wasn’t my typical stuff.

Marsha apologized for her “insatiable curiosity” before blurting out, “But I think your story’s great!”

“Really?” (more…)

I wanted to get to the house but it was Friday and I also didn’t want to worry about leftover work.

As I filled in all the blanks on the forms that I was working on I noticed that the cleaning lady had arrived. Had I been here that long? Oh well better than facing this mound of paperwork come Monday.

I continued on and after awhile was left with waiting for the computer to send everything to the main printer.

While waiting I went online to my favorite story site, Literotica.com, and perused the stories. I got up and went to the bathroom and as I returned I saw Brenda, the cleaning lady in my office dusting the desk.

My heart jumped into my throat. My screen saver should have kicked in and covered up my reading material. I settled down and entered my office.
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Carol, my best friend and lover, was lying naked next to me with her head on my chest. I was stroking her face when she looked up at me and nuzzled her chin into my grey beard. She said ” I liked that game we played this morning. When you let me mark the places on my body with honey that I wanted you to lick, that was very kind and thoughtful. Where did you learn to do that?”

I looked into her blue eyes, and then paused for a moment as thoughts of my youth came flooding back into my mind. Finally, I whispered ” let me tell you a story about the Colonel’s Widow.

The Sun was still high in the sky on this particular July Afternoon in 1962. There was a slight breeze that cooled the skin just enough to make 80 degrees seem comfortable. I was walking across a freshly manicured lawn towards a 6-foot high fence draped with bright green ivy. It would have been a perfect Friday afternoon except that I had missed one item on my checklist and now I had to make an extra stop on my way home from work. I eased the gate open and peered into the backyard of a home that was one of only four on the entire block of this exclusive neighborhood in Kenilworth, a wealthy suburb north of Chicago, Illinois. (more…)

Forty-two year old Amy Anderson hadn’t started out being a cougar but as fate would have it, had been enticed into it by life’s fickle finger of fate. As a matter of fact, the middle finger seems to be this story’s dominating theme.

Amy’s initial step into this desire by older women to seduce and fornicate with much younger men came about as a conscious desire to get even with her husband of 22 years. She had caught the slob receiving a blow job from a 24 year old blonde intern right there in his office when Amy had arrived unannounced. She had been hoping to take her husband out for an early birthday celebration. Instead she caught the lying bastard being sucked off by a woman only 3 years older than their own daughter. He was so involved in the rapture of the moment that he couldn’t even stop himself from unloading into his pretty intern’s mouth when he saw her standing in the doorway. (more…)

I’d never been on a cruise before, it had just been a last minute decision whilst trying to decide on a holiday looking in the travel agent’s window at the cancellations. But I must admit that it had definitely been one of my better decisions. Here I was now cruising round the Caribbean for a fortnight for probably the same price it would have cost to go to Torremelinos.

I’d always envisaged cruises to be the domain of the retired, although this was still correct to a certain extent, there was still plenty of other extremely attractive ladies to look at to pass away the time on deck when cruising between ports. And here was me, young single guy, treating himself to a holiday having just split up with his girlfriend and with the world at his feet once more.

So there I was laying on my sun lounger up on the sun deck contemplating what a tough life this Caribbean cruising was! The sun on my skin felt wonderful, and I could feel it turning my lean muscular body a lovely golden brown colour. I’d seen this lady wander past a couple of times for drinks, she must have thought I was asleep behind my sunglasses, but I could see her looking and really eyeing me each time she passed. She wasn’t half bad herself. Anyway, I must have dozed off in the sun and woke a short time later needing a drink. I made my way to the poolside bar and was sitting chatting idly with Andrew the barman, who was having a very slow day, whilst he mixed my cocktail. Just as he put it in front of me someone sat down next to me and said to him “That looks good, can I have the same.” I turned to see it was the same lady that had been watching me on the sun lounger. (more…)

It was toward the end of the school year, and I was in a rush to pass my class again. This time, I had to do it before I graduate. My grade in my photography class was on the boarder of D and F, and if I didn’t pass this class, I would be forced to repeat another year at Courtstown High School.

First, let me tell you about myself. I am 18 years old, about 5′8, brown hair, brown eyes, very built. I have always thought about my teacher Ms. Wilder in a sexual way. She was gorgeous, with long brown hair, amazing blue eyes and a great body. She started at Courtstown last year, right out of college. There was only 15 days till graduation and all I felt like doing was nothing. While Ms. Wilder was teaching, I was doodling on my paper or staring off into space. Unfortunately, she walked by and saw how much of nothing I was doing.

“Mike, I know that there is only 15 days of school left, but you still need to pass my exam” she said, bending over in front of me, giving me an amazing view of her sweet cleavage.

“I know, it’s just so hard to concentrate. All I want to do is get out of here” I replied. I then began to look at her breast again. When I looked up though, I saw her looking into my eyes, knowing that I was caught.

“Why don’t you stay after school with me, we’ll discuss these pictures!” she told me. (more…)

My name is Sydney Grant and I’m a 36-year-old mother of two. My life up to this point had been nothing to write about having married young due to my becoming pregnant. My husband divorced me five years ago leaving me to tend to our kids as they grew older. Since then I immersed myself in their lives hoping to avoid the heartache that still lingered within me (I had not been with a man since my divorce five years ago). My children are now in college leaving me with more time on my hands than I know what to do with. I keep myself busy at work as a high school teacher, but the nights and weekends tend to be long and lonely. I was so looking forward to the summer, as I knew both my kids would be home from school.

Early in April as another school year was winding down I received a phone call from my son that shook my world as I knew it. My son Michael called to let me know that both he and his sister were planning on spending their summer break traveling in Europe with their dad. Much to my surprise I encouraged them to enjoy themselves exploring new cultures. I spent that night sobbing in bed, feeling sorry for myself, wondering how I would pass the time away.

The last month of the school year drug on for what seemed an eternity. I was ruing the last day of school unsure of how I would hold up both physically and emotionally. This past year alone had been so difficult for me spending most of my time wallowing in my own self-pity. I did not have any close friends that I could confide in so I was left alone to deal with my feelings. (more…)

The summer after I turned 18, before I went to college, my parents decided that it would be better if I got a job, instead of spending the summer “loafing” (their version) and “hanging out” (my version). When I proved less than enthusiastic in my pursuit of this goal, my parents managed to find a job for me—in the business office of my father’s law practice. And, while I thought I’d hate it (I never had any intention of going into law, or business), it turned out to be one of the best experiences of my life. That had nothing to do with the work; in fact, there wasn’t much for me to do, except file and make copies. But I sure learned a lot from my fellow employees.

They were all really nice to me; not that they had much of an alternative—I’m quite sure that my father didn’t ask them what they thought of the idea, and then put it to a vote among the staff; that just wasn’t his style. Still, they accepted me with good grace. There were four of them in the business office: Jean, the receptionist; Arlene and Sally, the secretaries; and Deborah (not Debbie!), the office manager. They were of various ages (being young and utterly self-absorbed, I had no ability to distinguish the ages of anyone above 30), with Sally being the youngest (early 20s) and Jean the oldest (my inner child still sees her as 80, but in truth she couldn’t have been more than 50 or so). They were a fast-talking, wisecracking bunch; jokes flew around the room constantly, and a lot of the humor was decidedly on the salty side. For a gangly 18-year-old, who had never been on a date, or spent any time in the company of women—apart from his mother and grandmothers—it was an education. (more…)

There it was. Who would have thought? I guess I should have thought, I should have expected it, I mean everything else seems to happen to me. I should probably laugh, for something that has let me down so often lately to suddenly and so blatantly come to virile life at this time seemed so humorously appropriate. I heard on TV about those four hour ones, the ones you need to see your doctor about, like most of us wouldn’t be running around and hooting and hollering about a four hour erection.

But not then, not at the West Wilkington Women’s Poetry Society reading surrounded by thirty old hens. Pardon me, I really shouldn’t call them hens, several of the ladies were quite attractive, in fact attractive enough for me to be in this predicament. Mrs. Johnson, the hostess, originally inspired my situation as she bent over to place a cup of tea on the coffee table, leaving me to wander off in my mind.

She’s an older lady, got to be mid-sixties, easily twenty years older than me, but damn, the supple curve of her ass just ignited my imagination. I pictured us alone in her living room, just like today, except we’re both naked and I am sitting her, my cock erect, just like today. Ah, but when she bends, instead of simply admiring the hot ass of an aging woman, I reach out and take firm hold of it, pulling it to me as I lavish her soft buttocks with kisses. (more…)

Chapter One

I had watched the other students in my American Literature class file out of the classroom before walking up to Mrs. Tammy Billings’ desk to await whatever she had asked me to stay after for. I could easily see the latest chapter of the romance novel I was writing sitting in front of her, and I naturally assumed that the coming discussion would have something to do with that. Once she had finished writing down some things in a chart, she placed the chart in one of her desk drawers and then looked up at me.

“Steven, how old are you?” she asked.

“I just turned eighteen last month,” I replied.

“Good,” she said. “Would you be interested in sharing a cup of coffee with me after school? I’d really enjoy discussing your novel with you in a more relaxed environment.”

Wow, I thought to myself. This thirty-seven-year-old brunette beauty with her attractive, shoulder-length hair and deep brown eyes had just asked me to join her for coffee so that we could discuss a romance novel I was writing in which she was the woman I had secretly based the older female character on. My heart was alive with excitement at the possibilities that had just suddenly presented themselves to me. (more…)

After dropping Tom off at the airport, she spent the rest of the morning sorting out what she was going to wear.

She realised she hadn’t been so excited about going out for years. She had the butterflies in her tummy which she had got as a teenager when she was going out on a first date with someone she had really fancied. As she discarded outfits from her wardrobe deep down she knew she was not going to dress for dinner with a friend but dinner with a date. She was looking for something to make him really fancy her.

She discarded longer skirts because they made her hips look lumpy - I must really lose a few more pounds she thought as she looked at her shorter skirts. Thank goodness my legs are all right, she thought, as she selected a tight short black lycra skirt which Tom had always said made her hips and backside ‘absolutely fantastic’ - certainly he had always been very keen to get her out of it!. (more…)

With the snakish grin of a man completely unburdened by his sins, Kevin Ralston calmly walked out of the seedy Western Pennsylvania motel room that he had just spent the day. A gruff and stony hint of satisfaction shimmered in his heartless blue eyes as he descended the rusty stairs and walked through the late afternoon dusk towards his car, hidden around the corner.

In his wake, Kevin had just left nearly two years worth of pent up anger, seething lust, and aching frustration laying in a soiled heap on the motel’s creaky and cover strewn bed. For the first time since he could remember, Kevin looked up at the sun slowly disappearing beneath the horizon and honestly looked forward to it rising up for the start of a new day.

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18 Months earlier…….

The bright, antiseptic feel of the Somerset County Juvenile and Domestic Courtroom seemed to close in on Kevin Ralston as he stood his ground in front of the judge, like a cocky but clueless martyr, waiting for his sentence to be handed down.

The judge’s measured words rained down from the bench with indifferent precision as Kevin and his lawyer stood there listening. Kevin felt his court appointed council tap him on the back reassuringly as the judge’s words registered inside his head. It was almost as if his lawyer was congratulating him for only getting four months inside the Somerset County Juvi-Hall. (more…)

Returning to camp from a trip to the town on a Saturday evening late. I took a short cut through back lanes and came across this big black Austin Princess car with its front wheels in a ditch. The driver slumped over the driving wheel and out for the count.

Oh! I knew the car well, for I used to drive this particular car and the new driver was Sergeant Murphy; the bastard who had dropped me in the shit for taking a gallon of petrol. He envied me driving the general’s car and I had fallen straight into his hands. I had been reduced to Corporal and taken of the VIP’s drivers list because of this bastard.

I looked in the back and lo and behold was the second on my hate list, the General’s wife. She was a right stuck up bitch, who ordered her staff around as though she was the general. She was muttering away to herself and was as drunk as a skunk.

“Why have we stopped? I want to get to bed,” she slurred.

I could barely see her features within the car for there was only a quarter moon and high trees edged the lane. I did see the way she was lying, splay legged on the back seat of the car though. Her evening gown hem way up her thighs exposing the bare skin above her stockings.

I wonder if she knew she was exposing so much flesh. I got in the back with her, closed the door and just placed my hand on her plump cunt. The bitch was wet, not the piss wet, but a sticky slimy wet. (more…)

My summer was off to a great start. I had just landed a new job in the computer field in an up and coming company. My prospects had never looks so good. I would be going to Germany in the next few months to live, perhaps for the several years.

I hadn’t really spoken any German for a couple of years, not since I had been there in the Air Force, so my comprehension was less than desirable. So I pitched to my new employer that a refresher course would be an asset for them as well as myself.

With that agreed upon the company located a qualified tutor for an intensive one to one crash course.

I drove to the address given to me. It turned out to be a nice suburban area with nice homes with pools etc. I pulled into the driveway and hopped out of my car and headed up to the house via the flagstone walk.

Ringing the doorbell I waited for the tutor. I scanned the trim hedges and flowerbeds everything was pristine, but not sterile. It was sort of an English garden type laid down with an eye to detail. Very pretty!

The door swung open and I was greeted by a stunning vision. (more…)

This is a story of what happened to me my first Christmas away from home. I had just turned 19 and had just started courses at the local community college that fall. We didn’t have a lot of money in my family and my parents were already working hard to make ends meet, so in order to stretch out my funds, I got a job working at a supermarket bagging and carrying out groceries. I didn’t mind; my parents were already sacrificing and this was my way of pulling my weight, doing my bit. The plus side was I could afford a better car. I’d swapped my ‘57 Bel-Air for a souped-up ‘69 Chevelle SS, so this made me happy.

This was the only thing that made me happy, however. I missed those days back in high school, where I was the big football hero. I missed Tracy, a hot little cheerleader who loved to express her hero worship by giving me long, slow, loving blowjobs in the front seat of my ‘57 Chevy. Tracy was a cocksucking fiend, and I missed making it with her Saturday nights.

There was no shortage of beautiful young things strutting around the community college campus in their short skirts or tight jeans, walking in pairs to class with their chests way up high and firm. But for some reason the girls seemed repelled by me, and I wasn’t getting any skirt action. (more…)

Another foot beat down on the black machine. Diana Tate held her head high as she ran on her treadmill, sweat trickling down her brow as she pumped calorie after calorie out of her system. As the years passed and her age grew in number, it became important to her to keep her figure trim and healthy. Not that there was anyone else around to notice. Stewart, her ex-husband, had left her for a much younger woman years ago. Now she was a 57-year-old divorcee, but a 57-year-old divorcee with a killer figure.

Outside, the summer sun beat down on the neighborhood, seeming to highlight the young boy mowing lawns. He had turned nineteen this summer, an event that not many had remembered. Since Diana had lived next to Dean’s family for the last twenty years, and had celebrated the young man’s birth with his parents, she had sent a card and twenty dollars for him to spend. She had received no thank you. (more…)

Billy was on his hands and knees pulling weeds at the edge of the grass. He was right along the property line between his house and the Collins’ house. Then he heard a car coming up the street. Turning, he looked up to see his neighbor, Martha Collins’ cool, little sports car warbling up the street.

Martha was hot, he thought. And now she would be stopping only a few feet from where he was working on his hands and knees. Maybe I’ll get a shot of her legs when she gets out of the car. Why, I might even see some panty, if she’s wearing any. Just thinking about her not wearing any panties gave him a tingly feeling down in his cock.

He knew that all the guys on the block thought she was a real hottie. Especially for her age. (more…)

She had been my best friend, my companion, my wife and bar none the best lover I had ever had. We had been together for over 30 years, wonderful years, except for the last one when cancer was slowly and inexorably consuming her once marvelous body. Now she was gone.

After the funeral we gathered at her sister’s house, friends, family, business acquaintances. I smiled as best I could, was friendly and cordial as I knew she would want me to be and accepted their kind thoughts and condolences graciously. As the gathering began to ungather I was approached by my wife’s best friend, Edwina.

“Tough day, John,” she said.

“One of the worst. But I’ll survive.”

“I know you will. Life goes on.”

“Thanks for coming,” I said.

“When you feel up to it I want you to come to my house for dinner. Marge and I had some long talks during her last days and I’d like to tell you about them, when you’re ready,” she said. (more…)

Beautiful, glorious morning greeted Dallas as he awakened from sleep. He took immense pleasure in stretching his arms and legs, and then smiled, knowing the greater pleasure that was soon to follow.

Dallas looked down to find, of course, the familiar 8-inch monolith that rose from his sheets. He whispered a quick thanks to a power greater-than he that his brother had since left for college, and vacated the bedroom. Dallas’ newfound privacy afforded him many innovative ways to find enjoyment for himself-whether by himself or with the aid of others. He started to slowly stroke himself, moaning a bit.

“Come on, Dallas, get up!”

Fuck, what a downer. “I am up, Mom!” he yelled. Dallas smiled at his horribly cheesy double entendre. He jumped from his bed, put on a pair of boxer shorts, and grabbed a creased photograph from beneath his mattress. He walked into his bathroom, promptly dropped his boxers, and unfolded the photo. (more…)

Jake entered Trisha’s office and stopped in front of her desk. Trisha looked up and froze. She had seen him in her office many times before, but not since he had turned her in to the cock hungry whore she was last night. He looked down and smiled. He leaned over and placed both his hands on her desk. His face was right in from of Trisha’s.

“Hello slut.” He said with a wink.

A chill shot down her spine, and her pussy began to tingle. Realizing where she was, she immediately stood and hustled to the door to close it. Turning around she looked at him and said with a stern voice, “Not here. I am an executive here and you are a subordinate. When we are here, we must keep a professional relationship.”

Jake approached her. Now standing in front of her, he reached out and grabbed one of her tits roughly. Then he grabbed the other. Her nipples spontaneously hardened and became visible. He began to tweak them through the sheer blouse she had on. (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…)

Tom had opened a Pandora’s Box when he finally got Mrs Angela Turnbull to fuck. She had made him realise that young school girls with their tiny bodies and little experience could never lay a finger on a wild mum when it came to inventive ball blowing sex.

He was amazed at the way she kept his prick alive. Using her cunt muscles and her hands on his balls, she would stop him from coming time and time again. She used her body to work him higher and higher until they both reached a situation where they were losing control.

She seemed to know instinctively when he had reached a plateau where his brain was telling him this was torture. Then and then alone she would relax those marvellous muscles. Within seconds they both would be moaning and screaming as their bottled up sexual frustration caused fantastic mind blowing orgasms. He had never experience sex like it. It was as if he was a virgin. Every minute with her was new. He described it in his mind as he revisited their love making in his bed at night, “as a series of first times.” (more…)

As I begin this account, let me say that it is all written in English even though many of the events transpired in French, the true language of love.

A good friend of mine, Amy, runs a series of language immersion programs for college age students and adults. Some of the programs are tours abroad. Others are at a camp in the mountains that Amy leases during the late summer. Amy called to tell me that if I was available, she had a spot for an assistant French instructor. I chuckled at the request knowing that I would not be lonely. The session would not pay much but Amy offered the usual terms including the special fringe benefits. These fringe benefits were above and beyond the clean air and time away. This promise brought back memories of the last session I had done in Paris with this loving lady and her life partner, Missy, but that is another story. (more…)

Rick Thomas finished cleaning out his locker on the last day of school. He was in no hurry to leave due to the fact he did not have many friends and he did not really have anything to do today. Rick had turned eighteen a few weeks ago and was still a virgin. He did have a lot of stuff planned to help him keep busy and earn money for college. He was going to take a job as a dishwasher that paid under the table and he volunteered to coach the local little league team because loved baseball.

The sound of a woman’s high heels clicking down the hall made Rick look to see who it was. It was Mrs. Mary Hillman the business education teacher, she too was in her last day of school cause she was going to go back to college to earn her masters. Rick would miss her for she was always one of his most favorite people to dream about while he masturbated. She had on her tight purple skirt that buttoned from the bottom hem to the top of the neckline. She kept the top two and the bottom two buttons undone. The skirt accentuated her body perfectly, her thirty six c breast, her long legs and her nice round ass.

“Hi Rick. Why are you still here?” she asked

“Hey Mrs. Hillman. Well I guess I’m a slob.” he said looking down at the full garbage can.

“Well if you are not in any hurry to get out of here, I got some boxes I need to have taken down to the incinerator and some I would like taken down to my car.” she asked

“It would be my pleasure to take care of that for you Mrs. Hillman.” he said (more…)