Gay Old Man Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

I had changed, the quiet wife was gone and now I was someone who craved this fire. The next morning, Gavin caught me in the laundry room. He closed the door, pushed me against the wall and kissed me. His hand went under my skirt, his fingers sliding into my wet pussy. “I need you again,” he said. He bent me over the dryer, pulled my panties down and thrust in deeply from behind. The machine vibrated under me as he fucked me roughly. His hand covered my mouth to keep me quiet. “My good slut. Are you enjoying my dick…. everythingI'm doing to you?” he whispered.

was some kind of campus Casanova, a mysterious god of sex who’d seen it all, done it twice, and written the manual. The truth was, I was a fraud. A beautiful, well-structured, grammatically perfect fraud. I was a virgin whose only sexual experience was the chafing on his own dick and the bitter taste of his own cum. Lately, the stories were getting harder to write. The well was running dry, and my own hand was getting tired. I was recycling my own pathetic fantasies, and they were getting stale. The latest comments on the magazine’s online forum were a public execution. ‘The author is obviously a virgin. Total turn-off.’ That one line had burned itself onto the inside of my eyelids. They kne

I was taking every inch of him, my pussy walls stretching and gripping the dark, heavy length of his shaft as I moved. "That's it, Blaire," he growled, his large hands digging into my hips, guiding the brutal pace. His fingers left deep, red marks on my skin as he hauled me down onto him again and again. "Ride it like you've been starving for it. I want to feel how much you've been wanting this. Tell me, you little slut, did my brother make you leak like this? Or was it the thought of me finally claiming what Manuel couldn't use?"

Even Junior has long accepted Mike and calls him Dad. If they ever find out about my little obsession of wanting Mike's cock in my pussy, they would hate me… especially mom. But the guilt only makes the fire in my belly burn even hotter. This sin feels too good to stop My best friend Aisha is the only person I talk to more openly and she knows I like older men. She always laughs at me and says I am crazy whenever I point at a fine older man… only that this time around, she does not know that I have an obsession for my stepdad’s cock. If she ever knew she would scream and call me a witch. Anyone would…

She opens the door and my sharp eyes get a clue of the madness I signed up for; Sex cross, bondage furniture, a dangling whip… My heart skips and my thighs clap tighter, putting pressure on my swollen clit. I’m going wild… And these three demons are awakening the bad effects of the viagra. Oh, god. The most I and Ambrose have done is a 69 and he sucks at it too. Giovanni waves off the lady, eyes pinned on me the whole time. He slowly advances towards me, hard jaws clenching. “We’re not patient men.” He grips my arm.

He spun me around again with my back to his chest as he lodged a bulge between my ass cheeks humping me harder. "You're dripping for me. Does Jake know his bride's this wet for his own father?", he groaned, his fingers reaching down to finger-fuck my pussy. "No," I murmured, grinding back on his hand. My clit throbbed under touch. His mouth latched onto my shoulder, sucking hard till a hickey formed there then he pulled away licking the spot with reverence. A bell dinged at the front of the store, and new customers were chatting. Their heels clicked on the marble floor. Gerald froze, his fingers buried deep in me. "Hear them? One moan and they'll hear you."

"I just have to make sure I fit." "No," I protested. I knew it was going to hurt, and I wasn't ready for it yet. "Not my ass hole, not today." "You're smart enough to know there's another day." He smiled, pulling out of me and turning me around. He didn't wait a second before he pushed inside me again, hitting my G-spot in one go, I could swear I saw stars. I was exhausted, but he didn't care. He meant it when he said he was going to overstimulate. "This pussy will know no other dick, yeah?"

– The youngest man said, he was around 30 years old, while the man next to him was around 50 years old, white hair. The boy, still sitting at the table, while the older man, got up, locked the door, then came back, as he sat down, pulling the man with his back to him, pulling down his pants, making him sit on his lap. with her back to him, with her legs spread, while the man was picking up a bottle of lube from his pants, sticking a wet finger inside it, while the man groaned, holding onto the table, face down, while the older man slapped his ass for every thrust inside him.

Story Two I love sex with older women; they're usually so much better at it than their younger counterparts; they don't go gossiping to their friends after you've fucked them and quite a few of them are very grateful, especially the less attractive ones; I don't care myself; as long as they're over forty and not too fat, then they are fair game. My first oldie was a teacher from school; Miss Shaw; she was fifty when I fucked her and still a miss. I was twenty-three. We met in a pub one night; she was with a party of women, I was waiting for my mates. We chatted while I waited for my friends, leaving shortly after they arrived; but not before getting her address and an invitation to visit the