MasukIt was around twelve-thirty when Gail appeared in her backyard.Her house sat next to Val’s, off to my left.Gail looked like she worked out—a lot.She had straight, dark-brown, shoulder-length hair, a petite, slender frame, small títs, and an incredible ass for an older woman.Her calves and thighs were muscular—tight.“I swear…” I muttered, watching her step out.“You could crack an egg on those thighs…”I’d seen her running before in black spandex shorts.That ass…“Damn…”Today, she wore a one-piece lime green bathing suit.I exhaled slowly.“Wish it was a bikini…”Still, I wasn’t about to complain.“I’ll take what I can get…”She set up a lounge chair, adjusting it carefully before sitting down.Then she reached for a bottle of suntan lotion.I leaned in, grabbing my camera.“Here we go…”She started rubbing the lotion into her legs—slow, deliberate strokes up and down her thighs.Then her shoulders… her arms… her face.I snapped pictures as she moved.Each shift of her body gave
This story and all characters are fiction.All characters are over eighteen.•••I felt like such a pervert, scurrying from room to room, peeking out through the blinds.Hell… I am a pervert.Spying on a bunch of women old enough to be my mom.With my parents gone that Saturday morning, and several of the neighborhood MILFs out in their yards, it felt like the perfect opportunity to watch them.It was kind of funny, really.I’d grown up around these women—same neighborhood, same houses—and never really noticed them.Not like this.It wasn’t until I turned eighteen that something shifted.Now I couldn’t not see it.The way they moved.The way they dressed.The way their bodies filled out in all the right places.And with the binoculars pressed just under the blinds… they felt even closer.Normally, I wouldn’t be anywhere near awake at 7:00 a.m.But when I heard Linda next door taking her dog out, I couldn’t resist.I had to look.And damn… was it worth it.She stood just beyond the bac
Seven Days Of Sin (2)She increased her pace and pressure. My body suffused with heat. It was the combined effect oof her deft fingers and my love for this woman who’d been my rock. I marvelled at how lucky I was to have her in my life.She pressed down on my clít, timing her thrusts so she pushed my clít and G-spot at the same time. The pleasure had me writhing, but still, something held me away from the edge. It had been so long since we’d had séx, I was suddenly afraid I wouldn’t be relaxed enough to come. I tried to push my treacherous thoughts aside and concentrate on what Lola was doing to me. I didn’t want her to think I wasn’t enjoying myself.I didn’t need to worry. She always could read to me. Her fingers worked my cúnt furiously, and then she bent her head to mine. “Cum for me, baby,” she whispered.That was enough to push me over the edge. My cúnt convulsed around her fingers and a deep moan ripped from my throat. Her fingers stilled inside me, but she didn’t withdraw them
Things hadn’t been right between Lola and me for a while. I couldn’t pinpoint when the séx stopped. At first, lockdown had been perfect.Both of us worked from home, sneaking in quick, sun-drenched sessions in the middle of the day. I loved daytime séx, the warmth on my skin, the way sunlight made her glow. It felt alive, wild, untamed.But as the weeks blurred, the walls began to close in. Our small flat turned claustrophobic, our tempers short. The séx dwindled until it disappeared completely.It was Lola who suggested a week away. She found a villa in Mykonos with an ocean view, open space, and no neighbours. I wasn’t sure about flying during a pandemic, but the idea of escaping those four suffocating walls was tempting.The photos sold me. I said yes, hoping a change of scenery might save us. The moment we stepped into the villa, peace hit me. The place was stunning, white stone, turquoise pool, endless sea.“This was a great idea,” I said, hugging her.She grinned. “Told you. No
The Roommate I shouldn't want (2)I sat on the chair with my legs spread a little so he could see my crotch clearly. I set the lube beside me and reached between my legs with both hands, pulling myself open for him.“See, I’m wet and ready,” I moaned. “I’m so horny, looking at you and your hard cóck. Can you see my pussy? See how slippery it is.”“And this is my clít,” I said as I pulled back the hood so he could see it. I shuddered because it felt really good.“Do you like it?” I asked. “Do you like looking at my pink little clitoris and my shaved vulva?”“Am I making you horny too?” I asked. My body trembled as I held myself open.“Geez, Claire,” Jason said. “When did you get like this?”“I always thought you were kind of shy,” he said. He sounded breathless.“I’m horny, and I’ve always been like this,” I said. “At least in my head.”“I walked in on you and knew this was my only chance,” I said. “So I’m going for it.”“I’m going to masturbate for you,” I said. “I’m going to watch yo
It was going to happen that day.I went through the day, and every time my attention drifted, even for a second, I realized how horny I was. I was horny all day long.My nipples kept getting hard. My vulva felt swollen, and I always seemed a little wet with no chance to do anything about it.Normally on days like that, I found a quiet bathroom somewhere on campus and masturbated fast. I had a quick orgasm, and then it stopped bothering me.That day, I never found a moment alone. Of course, that was the day it had to happen.I walked in on my housemate Jason while he was masturbating. It happened just like that.I lived in a house with two other grad students, Jason and Frank. We respected each other, but we were still aware of each other.The guys let me take the bedroom with the private bathroom. None of us walked around naked, but seeing each other in underwear or robes was normal.They had seen me sunbathing with my top unfastened a few times. We all caught small glimpses here and







