Sex Stories Older Women Novels & Stories

None of these thoughts stopped me from rubbing my cock while I watched the girls. It wasn't that I hadn't had sex with anyone other than my wife in eighteen years. Sasha's mother was a very sexual woman, and over that time she'd had a couple of close female friends that we'd shared together. I'd enjoyed the other women's mouths and pussies just as much as she had. "Daddy," Sasha called, breaking my pleasant train of thought, "come in the water with us!"

My mind was elsewhere, I couldn't fathom what really made Lawson display that non challant attitude towards our love life while a maid saw us having sex, and he is not bothered. “Lawson, why do you choose to embarrass us this way? Caroline saw us having sex, and I told you to let us go upstairs” I said immediately he lay beside me fuming in anger. “ What are you talking about? It's just sex and Caroline is not a child. Don't be like this, we can even have a threesome with her”. “What!!! You mean Caroline can actually join us while having sex? Who are you Lawson? I don't think I know the kind of man I got married to”.

Working gradually for my cunt to settle into the stretch while I felt his cock touch places deep in me that Connor had never for once touched. My small breasts bounced with every thrust as I looked down and saw his cock sliding in and out of me, slippery with my own juice. And across the room I saw Connor. He had Lisa bent over a couch. Her fake boob job swinging as he pounded into her from behind. Her head was thrown back. Her mouth open in a loud, filthy moan. "Oh fuck, yes! Fuck me harder!" And Connor grunted. "You like that… you dirty bitch?" "Yes! Yes! Give it to me!"

“Tell me about it. Mine had a dick like steel and knew exactly how to use it. Pounded my pussy till I couldn’t walk. And the dirty talk? Called me a horny cougar the whole time. Best orgasm I’ve had in years.” I froze, ears perking up even though I didn’t want to listen. Their talk was lonely and filthy, raw as hell, all about neglect and desperation, exactly like mine. They kept going on about positions, sizes, how these “kids” were eager to please older women, treating them like goddesses… or total sluts. A thought popped into my head out of nowhere, electric and wrong: What if I got a young guy to fuck my brains out? Someone with endless energy, no strings, just pure animal shit.

she asked, wanting to go sit by herself and watch the action. “Tell me ladies, have either of you ever eaten pussy?” Damon asked, ignoring the bra. Julia scoffed and shook her head. “We’re not lesbians Damon,” she said, then looked at Bree, who raised one eyebrow and shrugged. “I have once,” Bree admitted, “but I was a teenager and I was kind of drunk.” “Seriously?” Julia asked, a shocked look on her face. “You’ve never told me that.” “It’s not exactly something that you brag about you know. I’m not proud of the fact that I had sex with a woman twice my age when I was nineteen years old.”

“I still wonder why a grown ass grandma would need a gigolo?” “Because my pussy needs a dick to satisfy it.” I said cunningly. “Ew! That is very sounds disgusting.” “Maybe for you. These men are dying to fuck the shit out of an old woman. You know tear up a pussy that has not been fucked in years. Re teach the old folks everything they think they know about being intimate and sex.” “Hmmm, no matter how good you put it and make it seem, I still feel like it is disgusting to fuck an old woman.”

If anything, her fingers moved faster. “Mmmh … I need.. Mmhh.. your mouth,” the redhead groaned from her sixty-nine, pulling off the man’s cock with a wet pop. She twisted, breaking the position, and crawled towards the older woman. The man followed, his face glistening with her juices. The older woman opened her arms, and the redhead lowered her head between the mature woman’s thighs.

Hilda, a voluptuous 34-year-old woman, had always been drawn to the darker, more taboo aspects of sexuality. She had spent years exploring her desires, pushing boundaries and indulging in the forbidden. Her two closest friends, Beatrice and Clarissa, were kindred spirits – both equally curvaceous and adventurous.