When I turned onto my street on the way home from work, I saw a familiar car parked in front of the house. My cheeks started burning, and I turned before reaching the house. I had always been nervous and embarrassed around my mom’s friend Marissa, because she was hot as hell, with huge tits. I wasn’t exactly drowning in pussy, so having her around all the time was pure torture. That was bad enough, but two weeks earlier I...

As soon as Suzy had a taste of the virile, young Davie, she knew she would not be able to deny herself. After that morning in the pool house, Davie returned often. For many weeks the two, one a sexy Amer-Asian thirty-eight year old with an unquenchable thirst for sex, and the other a fit, young college boy with an ever-ready cock, would engage in long, languid lust sessions. Davie could cum three or even four times and re...

It had been four days since thirty-two-year-old Peter Chaplin had spent the night with the previously mysterious woman that lived in the secluded cottage on the edge of the village. The woman was sixty years old and named Pamela Edmundson, but until recently she had been a professional dominatrix in London under the name of Misstress Donna. Peter had sampled her skills with a cane before he gave her a good fucking and the...

Nobody seemed to know much about the mature woman who lived, apparently alone, in the secluded cottage on the edge of a small English village. She occasionally appeared in the village shop but she seemed to keep herself very much to herself. She had moved in about three months previously, but whereas everybody knew everybody within the village she was very much an outsider, although that seemed to be by choice. A couple o...

Phil and Sarah Crowther were a married couple in their early sixties and had been married for close to forty years and together for three years before that. What could be classed as normal sex was close to non-existent for them because neither of them got any fulfillment or much pleasure from basic sex. About three years previously they had discovered, sort of by accident, what did give and still gave them both a great de...

Greg Wilson walked to the bottom of the staircase and yelled for his son, Billy. "Billy, could you come here for a minute?" There was no reply, so again he yelled, this time a little louder. "Billy!" Still silence. What the hell was that boy doing? Greg wondered, and made his way up the staircase in search of his son. Billy wasn't able to hear his dad yell, for he was preoccupied listening to music with his headphones on...

Ryan was a little embarrassed when they stepped into the shower after the water had warmed. His dick had deflated after fucking Miss Prestine, and he wondered if she'd think it was too small. But she seemed eager to hug him close and twirl around in the water with him, so he forgot about it momentarily, grabbing at her ass and tits while they soaped each other. He stroked himself while her eyes were closed shampooing hers...

Three mornings after their first oral sex experience, Jennifer had the excuse she needed to go after her young neighbor's cock again. Not too long after Ryan's parents had headed off to work, she was again knocking at his front door. “Whoa, hey,” he greeted her, half surprised and half excited that she was standing there in slippers, thin cotton pajama pants, and a thin v-neck t-shirt that wasn't doing much to conceal the...

It was two weeks since mid-thirties Mark Hogan had contacted and fucked his older West Indian friend Marsha, he still did not know her surname, but he had been thinking about her a lot. Friend was possibly not the right word because they knew little about each other but they had had two sensational sexual encounters. Marsha, or rather her large arse, had brought them together when her backside came into contact with Mark'...