A few weeks after the lusty age-gap four-some. I was shocked to see that both the Johnson's house and the Crawford's house next door were for sale. I knocked on the doors as I delivered papers, and no one answered; odd since I knew my MILF lover and her mother were nearly always home. The day the moving vans arrived, my friend Steve and I sat in my car across the street and watched, hoping to see Mrs. Johnson or her mom,...

After a short rest on the cum soaked carpeting, Mrs. Crawford suggested we move the party to the bedroom, "for a proper fucking," as she put it. I watched in awe as this grandmother, Jerry, with short-cropped hair and luscious G-cup breasts walked naked across the room and down the hall, her tight wide ass a lovely sight to behold. My adolescent playmate Steve followed quickly and I helped Candi, Mrs. Crawford's hot thirt...

The salty air of the beach house filled my lungs as I stepped inside, the warmth of the sun still clinging to my skin. I could hear the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore, a soothing rhythm that contrasted with the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. This weekend getaway had been a long time coming. I had just turned twenty-two, and my two best friends, Cole and Ryan, were eager to celebrate my birthd...

As soon as I heard that two of my paper route customers would be gone, I put in motion plans for a clothing-optional pool party at one of their mansions overlooking the Mighty Mississippi River. This would not be the first time, but with many of our group getting ready to go off to college soon, I was hoping this would be one for the ages. I was reeling from the incest fantasy fuck with Mrs. Candace Johnson when she told...

I beat off again when I got home from the late-night newspaper run, images of the lustful coupling I had witnessed stuck in my brain, and I still woke up Sunday morning as horny as I remembered. The scene of Candace Johnson cumming all over her husband’s massive dick, her big tits heaving and her wide hips rotating were all I could think of. My brain was telling my cock to grow hard, remain hard and shoot some more come....

When I was 16 I was a junior in a small private high school. I had taken some courses during the summer so I had an extra “study hall” where we sat in the library and either studied or got caught up on schoolwork. I had always been kind of shy and kept to myself for the most part, especially during this class because it was just me with senior jocks that were cocky and obnoxious. One day while I was sitting at my table, o...