Masturbation

Ann’s D-cup curves and wicked innocence hooked me from our first rain-soaked fuck-date—her plush ass wobbling as she led me to bed, green eyes daring me to ruin her. Those tight dates teased us mercilessly—bare breasts gleaming under lamplight, her pussy glistening through red lace—until she finally dropped that thong with a smirk. “Stand up,” she purred… then took my cock like a ravenous amateur turned porn star.

What began as vanilla exploded into our debauched honeymoon—brutal 69 sessions dripping with her cream, silk-drenched moans echoing alongside VCR static, vibrators multiplying like trophies. We fucked atop suction-cupped toys, shot cum on skin she’d rub in greedily, swapped spouses for steamy circle-jerks… even after divorce, her 2 AM bathrobe visits screamed “Fuck me straight” post-girl-orgies.

Did this insatiable MILF ever choose between slick pussy and hard dick… or just devour both until dawn?

Rain lashed the windows as she traced the Polaroid’s edge, fireplace heat licking her skin—but nothing burned hotter than the image of her stepdaughter’s mouth buried in a blonde stranger’s dripping pussy. Cassandra, home from college, captured mid-feast: fingers tangled in dark hair, thighs splayed, that wicked smile on Barb’s face as she arched into the younger woman’s tongue. The discovery in Cassie’s hidden stash had unraveled her—jeans yanked open, fingers plunging into her own wetness, panties damp with shame and hunger—until the creak of the front door froze her.

“Stepmom? In the middle of the day?”

Too late to hide the gaping denim, the flush betraying her thrumming clit. Cassie’s laughter sharpened to a predatory purr as she seized the photos. “Barb got you this wet?” Her knee pressed closer, nails grazing the stepmother’s inner thigh. “Or was it me?”

The confession hung between them—a breath, a dare—before Cassie’s lips crushed hers, tongue claiming her mouth as fingers shoved past soaked cotton. One thrust, and the older woman whimpered, back arching, thighs trembling…

How far will that depraved little mouth wander when Barb arrives—drenched, grinning, ready to share her prize?

A few years ago, when I was a senior in high school, my family went to Florida on vacation. We stayed in a nice hotel, with my sister and I in one room and my parents in a attached one. The room only had one king-size bed, so my sister and I had to share it.

We had a great time, to Disney World and everything. One night, something happened that I’ll never forget. It was late and I was in bed with only the TV on. I was half asleep, and my sister, who was 15 then, looked at something about HBO. I could never really easily fall asleep and woke up when I felt a little commotion on the bed.

Danny woke up slowly. Like he did, his hand found his dick. As usual, it was swollen and hard. He slowly began to caress his big, foot-long penis while wondering what the day would bring. It was his eighteenth birthday and his mother had promised him a surprise for his birthday, but he couldn’t imagine what it could be.

But only the thought of her made his dick threatening. He recently had some very indecent thoughts about his mother. He was disgusted that he could think about her the way he thought, but he couldn’t help it.

We’ve been seeing each other for a while. Literally, it was as innocent as that. I was passionately in love with Sandy, but unfortunately she was married. Even though she knew how I felt, we’ve had lunches free of obligation for months now. A while back we went to various parks and had nice talk. I enjoyed several foot massages and some hand massage to release tension. I even massaged her. And several times we shared a delicious, but chaste and platonic hug. We both knew there was more to our feelings than these “meetings,” and we each hungered for more in our own way. But we were at least loyal, physically loyal.

I decided to go to the mall to experience my imagination. I decided to get some Ben Carrying wa balls. I love the love balls, they give me enough stimulation to keep me warm and awkward, and if I’m really excited, they can even make me come beautiful without touching myself. I also took my netbook to take notes on how to further develop the Amsterdam story. I sat down in the Starbucks of the mall and ordered a big cappuccino and started thinking about the story and his characters.

My wife (42) and I have been married for almost 20 years and have a wonderful sex life together. Believe it or not, we never cheated on each other. In the past year my wife felt abandoned by the computer revolution and took some basic courses on DOS. I encouraged her to just play with some of the kids, write letters, etc. For her birthday last month, I gave her an Internet account. She could read newsgroups, write email, talk, etc. My wife is a bit of a flirt and I knew very well that as a woman she would get a lot of attention on the internet. That was fine for me, I certainly had my own experiences in the past and after being married for as long as we have, a little distraction, especially if it is limited to an exchange of electrons, is not a bad idea at all.