All Chapters of Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

I NEED A GILF FOR CHRISTMAS "Lucky?""Yes," I said, enjoying the soft, silky sensation. I had wondered many times what feeling a woman's legs and feet in nylons would be like."Every woman deserves to be catered to.""You're going to make some woman very happy," she smiled."Maybe one day.""Trust me, once you get out of high school and the cesspool it is, and join the real world, you'll be a great catch.""I look forward to such a time," I said. I was an average-looking guy—not ugly, not hot; not skinny, and not fat. I just didn't fit into the cliques of popularity. I was too smart to be cool at a school that celebrated football championships, not academic bowls."You're going to turn into a handsome man," she continued."Thanks." I was flattered, but her words made me a little uncomfortable. I wasn't used to compliments."I mean it," she went on. "If I was forty years younger, I'd be all over you."I laughed awkwardly and moved my hands to her toes, massaging each one individually.

I NEED A GILF FOR CHRISTMAS She spread her legs wider as I positioned my dick at her wet pussy lips and then slid it in."Yes, baby, let me take your virginity," she moaned as I filled her up. "Oh yes, fuck me, Derek. Give me all that dick!""Oh my God!" The sensation of being inside a vagina was as exhilarating as being in a mouth, and yet completely different.I still could hardly believe it. Not only had I just had my first blow job, now I was losing my virginity as well. For half a minute or so, still adjusting to the surrealness of it all, I moved in and out of her pussy slowly."Harder," she moaned, "harder!"I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her against me, slamming into her again and again, loving how it felt as my thighs slapped against hers."Yeeeeeees!" she wailed. "Pound me, Derek, pound my pussy!""Yesss," I moaned. Hearing this sweet older lady talk so nasty drove me wild."Harder," she begged, "slam your body into mine."I thrust away at her, grunting and gaspin

I NEED A GILF FOR CHRISTMAS The next day, Mary and I went to a grocery store. Afterwards , we visited a sex shop.We bought a couple of toys and some sexy costumes for her, including a slutty Wonder Woman outfit that she let me pick out for her.When we got back to her house, as soon as we'd put the groceries away we had sex again, right there in the kitchen. She still had cûm leaking out of her when there was a ring at the door."Who could it be this time?" she sighed as she grabbed her dress. We had just been gearing up for round two. She hadn't worn any panties, but she was still in her bra and pantyhose - ripped from where I'd been eager to get to her Pûssy."I'll check," I said as I put my pants on. I was beginning to appreciate how convenient sweats were.I went to the door, peeked through the keyhole, and felt my eyes go wide.I darted back to the kitchen, "It's Gwen and Hannah," I urgently said."Oh dear," Mary said. "I suppose I'd better answer the door then. You take this

DIARY OF A SLUT- 2They shot again, both missing. The more shots that went in, the more eyes turned to us.Skirt off. Heels off. Pants off. Both Samantha and I were standing in our panties and bras.Frankie and Jeffery were in their underwear. It seemed much of the party made their way to the room where we stood--Frankie made his shot. I looked back and saw my ex's eyes on me.I shrugged, smirked, and slowly removed my bra, exposing my soft white breasts to the party.My pink protruding nipples were hard; I pinched them slightly, toying with my breasts, pulling them up, and then dropping them. The crowd cheered for me.I smiled at Samantha, who I noticed was eyeing me. I leaned closer and kissed her. I felt her hands caress my breasts gently. I saw the flash of cameras.When I pulled away, I looked back and Frankie and Jeffery, who stood; I could see their cocks pressed against the fabric of their underwear."You two like what you see?" I tease, playfully shaking my tits for them. Jef

GOOD GIRLI enjoyed working at my company. Sure, it was a pub, but I worked in the back office, dealing with numbers. I also got to show up in cute, sometimes revealing outfits. I loved feeling sexy—without having to fend off advances from drunk customers. That day, I decided to wear a thigh-high black dress with suspenders and a white cotton shirt. I looked like a grown-up schoolgirl. The dress hugged my 24-inch waist and dropped to my mid-thighs, complementing my golden-toned legs. The black fabric stood out against my skin, and the white shirt strained slightly at my 32C chest. My red pouty lips, dark brown hair, and eyes added contrast to my 5'7" frame. I knew I was silently torturing John at work. John, the assistant manager, and I had once flirted. He was 6'5", with dark hair, dark eyes, tanned skin, and broad shoulders that made him look like a rugby player. He was ridiculously attractive, and just looking at him always made my stomach flip. But he seemed more interested