Sex Stories Older Women Novels & Stories

She bats her eyes at me. The question punches me, and my cock twitches in my pants. I shift. "Maybe." I swallow. She leans forward a little. "I think that's what I need. Older men don't play games, they take charge, make you feel like you're theirs. They claim you hard." Claim. The word goes straight to my groin. I'm half-hard now. "You think so?." "Yeah" She moves closer, and her knee presses against my thigh. "It's true. Guys my age hesitate. But older men don't, they touch you like a real man."

As we entered the restaurant she was a couple strides ahead of me and I again admired her tasteful dress, trim body and sweet ass. We were seated promptly in a cozy booth in the corner. We ordered another wine and beer and when the drinks arrived, Lena proposed a toast to my future success and happiness, and then I toasted her with something just as lame. Then, after a couple of minutes of idle chit-chat and talking about the menu we had both seen a dozen times, she finally got around to what I knew was coming. “So,” Lena said, lowering her voice. “Tell me about these older women you’re fucking.”

Every time Max twisted his finger, I would do the same, imagining that he was doing it to mine. As Max leaned down to bite her breast, his hand squeezed hard, causing her chest to swell as if she were challenging Max to do more. Damn. I was getting more and more turned on by the touch on my private parts, especially when I started squeezing my breasts, which were getting harder. I needed someone to bite me the way Max was biting the woman’s nipple. I needed the same touch on my pussy. And I also needed someone to kiss my lips as hard as that. I slowly opened my eyes when I heard footsteps heading toward the bathtub. Max brought the woman onto his body, sitting her on his lap while he kissed

The world of sex was a den where she fit in, and she was totally, addicted to sex, a nymphomaniac since she was 13 years old, when her father, a respected politician, introduced her to his private sex club, in the middle of an orgy of gentlemen, experienced and older than her. Also because the internet was full of this, even for a woman over 50 years old, she was always looking for something more in her life, even if she had her 2 children from this marriage, she never allowed cheating and doing crazy things, what your children have moved away from, due to not agreeing with your lifestyle. Even though they participated, they didn't have much desire, she was already a grandmother, but due to

“And here I thought you meant he was as strong as an ox.” “I meant you, boy. When are you going to start dating again?” “When the right time comes.” “Right time, pfft.” The old woman scoffs. “You’re in your forties. If you keep waiting for the right time, then you’ll be sitting like a miserable fool instead of having all that wild, brain-scrambling sex with some hot, young thing.”

All I could do was reach around and feel her tits. Val started to suck my cock. So now Val was blowing me, I was feeling Linda's big tits, kneading Gail's firm butt, and fondling Kathy's tits, while Gail and Kathy humped my leg. Between kisses, I looked at Gail's and Kathy's and Linda's faces. Their hair was messed up. I could see some gray at the roots. Their make-up was smeared. I could see some creases in their skin. I had this brief realization that these weren't girls my age I was kissing and "loving." They had some stretch marks, a little sag here and there, and even a little scar or two. They were middle-aged women who'd lived over twice as long as I had, were adult women before I was

The sex club smelled like sweat, cum, and leather. Sariah stood beside her husband, tight dress clinging to her thighs, panties already damp just from the moans echoing through the dim room. She wanted to feel something. Anything. Keon hadn’t touched her right in months. Their fucking had turned soft, forgettable—quick strokes, no filth, no hunger. She missed being wrecked. Screamed for. Fucked until her pussy gushed. A couple moaned near the back room, the woman tied to a beam, her tits bouncing while some stranger slammed into her soaked cunt from behind.

“What if I get lucky?” I couldn’t help but laugh. Fuck. Toshiro will always be Toshiro. “Alright. But be careful where you put your dick. I don’t want you catching some disease” He snorted. “Like that can ever happen. I’m extremely careful” “Whatever. What do you see in older women anyway?” “They are more experienced” he replied. “Besides, they’re not clingy like high school or college girls. Most of them are either lonely or frustrated because their husbands don’t satisfy them and some just want a handsome guy to warm their bed”

“Or my mother talking about going to strip clubs.” “You know, I was doing an interview in one of those women’s magazines the other day, and the interviewer said that I’ve become somewhat of an icon for women of a certain age – that sexuality doesn’t disappear with age. In fact, it gets even better. I think you become more willing to try new things, and --"