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Posted 9/08 [M 34] We have many of these I am sure,I know I did,but what I wanted was to be seduced by a sexy older woman,middle aged perhaps,but older than me for sure.And as I have a big foot and shoe fetish going on,I had hoped that this attractive older lady would have sexy,smelly nylon feet,painted toe nails too.Perhaps she would wear panty hose,or stockings and exploit the fact that I enjoyed this.Not to forget the rest ,I also hoped for smooth white skin,a great behind,and a curvey figure too.I never really wanted to get with"Girls",I always fancied the sexy older lady who has bearing,sees things for the way they are,has experience of life I suppose Joan.I was lucky in my opinion because most of this came true,I have my smelly nyloned feet and all the curves I can handle,and she is older than me. My ship came in, never stop thinking, hold on tight to your dreams. I do,at every chance I get.

Posted 5/08 [F 29] I wanted to share a new fantasy I recently began thinking about and I owe it all to your site and the stories on Erotic Massages and Parlor's... I keep thinking I want to make an appointment on the off chance something sexual would happen! My fantasy is mostly with another female as I have been longing for another experience with a hot female. I'd love to cum home and tell my fiance all about it and watch him get all hot for me and fuck me like mad! I imagine that I go in and,,,,,,, really who doesn't love a good massage that makes your back feel awesome anyway, especially me I hold all my stress in my back and I have a huge set of tits 36DD!
But I imagine I'm lying there and some hot masseuse is feeling me up and down,, and getting awfully close to just slipping her thumb into me while massaging up my thigh and into my butt,, all this is getting me extremely hot and wet as she asks me to turn over. As she stands on the right side of the table she is facing me and lifts my right leg to place it over her shoulder, as she kneads into my inner thigh. As she she does this I all but scream and finally she takes some lube and starts massaging my vagina as she sees I need it badly! I'm holding back from yelling out as she rubs and plays with my pussy and clit as she continues to knead my thigh. Oh I swear that is toooo hot!
My fantasy continues about a week or 2 later I go back for more and either her or her husband who is equally as hot and just so happens to be a masseuse ,, see me again and work their magic on my body. Depending on what mood I'm in like I said it can be male or female,, the massage gets better with them not only turning me over and playing with my pussy but going down and eating me right then and there.
These stories I have read have inspired me so bad that I want to set up a massage for my fiance who by next year will be my husband.,,, for his 30th b-day. I love the thought of keeping our sex life spicy and rewarding him for being so awesome , by allowing every once in a while the pleasure of another woman. Not that I would actually like for him to fuck another female but I'd like to arrange for him to get a real deep tissue massage then get jacked off by a girl wearing nothing but a pair of sexy panties and slut stripper shoes!

Posted 1/08 [M 26] One of my best fantasies involves watching my fiancee go down on another woman. I can't help but rub myself as I watch her lick and suck on the other girl's glistening wet pussy lips and thrust her tongue in and out of her. Then my fiancee kisses me hard and deep so that I can taste the other girl's cum on her tongue and lips. While I suck the girl's juices off of my fiancee's lips I slip my cock inside of the girl and fuck her until I cum all over her tight little cunt. Then I watch as my fiancee goes down on her again, this time making sure to lick and suck every last bit of hot cum from off of her pussy lips before coming back up and sharing it with me in a deep wet kiss. By this time I am rock hard again so I lay my baby down and fuck her harder than ever before while the girl watches us and fingers herself.

[M 71] My ultimate fantasy is a sex party where willing participants are led blindfolded randomly to a bed room totally dark, with NO room lights at all. Participants will be a mix of M/F,M/M,F/F and all races and ethnicities, to make love. After they were finished, they would be led back to the party without knowing who they were mated up with. The mix would include married spouses matched up with other than their own spouses. The ultimate ice breaker!

Posted 6/07 [M] At the time of my fantasy I was 62 years of age and seeing my long term lover who was then 34 . She was near the end of a disastrous relationship and was pregnant.. Due to her condition we invariably fucked with her on top. As her belly became larger her tits also enlarged and her nipples got bigger and browner. All this had a profound effect on me and when we were shagging, I kept fantisizing that I was the father of her unborne child. This, of course made our love-making even more fantastic. It was only after I had spunked off did I return to reality when I was able to remind myself that I had had a vasectomy 18 years previously. Happily her relationship ended soon after and I still enjoy our relationship today 14 years later.

Posted 2/07 [M 63] Surprised there hasn't been an entrance on this subject in so long. Everyone has fantasies especially when it comes to sex. By far my biggest fantasy involves a long ago ex girl friend. I was 19 at the time and with her it was a pure case of love at first site. We engaged in heavy kissing and could this girl ever kiss! But, this was as far as it ever got. I have fantasized ever since of what I would had loved to had done with her all involving getting my erect penis and tongue into her. Starting off with first just having her feel my erect member in my pants and my showing it to her the first time. And of course how wonderful it would had been the first time I slipped a hand up her dress for a feel of her beautiful soft thighs. I know that first time for this would had been a big mess as there would had been no way I would had been able to stop myself from having a massive orgasm and ejaculating all over the place. But after this first time, what wonderful fantasies I've had of having her straddling me the first time in my car with her legs spread lowering herself on my erect penis and my sliding deep into her warm wet pussy. I know I would not last long before filling her with my semen. I was always so aroused and excited just to be with her. I was so in love with this girl. And I have often pictured myself going down on her the first time to pleasure her with my tongue. I know that I would have had an unassissted orgasm right then and there just from the excitement of what I was doing, seeing, feeling and smelling. It would had been heaven on earth. To think. this has basically been a life long fantasy of mine. I have never nor will I ever forget this girl and I have always had these "what if" thoughts in my mind.

Posted 7/06 [F 29] One of my fantasies is to have 3 men in my medium sized bedroom. They come in and we are hanging out. This is a friendly situation. Slowly I approach one of the men and sit over his lap facing him. I let him feel my breast over my shirt while the others watch. They all know what going to happen so you can start to see the bulges in their pants. They are quiet. The man who is fondling me starts to lift my shirt and pulls my bra down exposing my nipples. He starts to rub them slowly and pinches them a litlle. As he is doing this I say out loud to the room. "I know how much you guys wanna fuck me, you want my pussy nice and wet.....you wanna suck on my cunt and fuck me from behind" The man has now taken my shirt and bra off. He is licking my breast. I stand and let him grab my pussy as I walk to the next man. As I sit on the next man I have my back to him. I lean back and let him feel my tits. He takes them in both hands. I stick my hands down my tight jeans which have now been unbuttoned by the man. I start to rub my pussy. I say to the men, "how much do you like watching this.........do you like watching what your all gonna get?" At this point some of the men open their zippers and take their hard dicks. They start to stroke them. The man behind me slips one hand in my pants and says to the other guys," I think she is ready for us."
"You just have to wait I say" as I stand and walk to the third man. "This man has his dick out and I stand in front of him and ask him what he is gonna do with that dick of his. He tells, "honey, I am gonna fuck you from behind. I am gonna push into your pussy lips nice and hard. I am gonna make you moan and scream. I am gonna make you want more of me and every guy in here. I am sopping wet at this point and the 3rd man lowers my jeans as I stand in front of him. The 1st man I sat on says, "you little slut.....you have made me wait to long, I wanna fuck you right now. He takes off my red thong and puts me on m y back on the bed. He crouches down and licks my pussy furiously.
My breathing is intensified as I watch the other two men jerk their cocks. One man comes closer and I take his cock in my mouth. I love being exposed. Pussy wide open and mouth filled. As I suck the other man walks over and I jerk him off. He tells me, "You wanna be fucked. You want 3 dicks in you. At this the man who is licking my pussy flips me on my stomach and plunges into me. I am face down in my pillows and he is just ramming me. Nice and hard he is just grinding into me. I am screaming and moaning because it feels so damn good. The other two men say, fuck her, fuck her harder. Make her want it! This man cums into me......his cum comes seeping out.....no sooner does the second man enter me........as I raise my head off the pillow.....I say come on baby......come on give it to me......fuck me.....make me your little slut. My orgasms come quick since i am so damn turned on. His hands are on my ass and he massages the rim of my asshole. The 3rd man says he wants his turn with me......the second man cums and then I lay on my back and let the man have his way with me. He tells me he likes the way my tits bounce as he fucks me. He cums and it squirts all over my stomach. The men then dress and leave. I never see them again. I am fully satisfied. I am so turned on by this that I get off just typing!

Posted 12/05 [M] We were always going to be late. The dinner was a boring bankers’ dinner, long speeches, boring company - the lot.
I’d been out all day, shaved, showered, dressed. I hardly had time to see what Jane was wearing. As usual she looked good. Calf length blue skirt, sheer white blouse over expensive lace, velvet jacket. It would have been nice to check out what was under the skirt: sheer stockings by the look of it. No time now, it would have to be later. Oh, and the shoes were the high-heeled gold and black mules which made her legs look even longer. Definitely dressed to impress, but all likely to be wasted on our fellow guests.
The seating arrangement was very conservative. A long top table with even longer tables stretching away from it. Mercifully, we were some way down the table on the far left, near the door to the bar. I was stuck between two elderly ladies, one awfully upper class, the other a mouse. Opposite me was the epitome of the retired Colonel - neat moustache, florid features, loud voice. This WAS going to be fun! Jane was some way away on the other side, nearer Top Table. I had dropped her off at the door, eventually parked down the far end of the carpark, and had to battle past the waitresses serving the soup. (Very traditional, this dinner).
Conversation around me was difficult. The mouse said nothing, no matter what. The dowager’s bell like voice even drowned the harumphing colonel. By the end of the meal, I was horribly sober, having drunk only mineral water and was faced with the prospect of endless speeches. I strolled out to the bar before the speeches got under way, and had one cognac. Returning, I had this idea. The table end reached nearly to the wall, and the cloth nearly touched the floor. There was enough space for me to slip under the table with nobody noticing.
I crawled along in the gloom, avoiding the legs of the diners. Now, how far along had Jane been sitting? I knew I would recognise the shoes, so I kept going. There was little to distract me, as most of the female legs were securely encased in heavyweight tights. I did pass one fine pair, sheer stockings, ridiculously high heels, in red. I couldn’t match a face to the feet, but not to worry, the target was in sight. There was no mistaking the gold and black mules. I got comfortable then delicately grabbed her ankle. I was fairly sure she wouldn’t scream or spill her drink, and sure enough, apart from a sudden start, all seemed well. I stroked slowly up her calf, and she obligingly parted her knees a little more.
I had got both hands to her stocking tops when all hell broke loose. Chairs screeched, and every one stood up. Ah, the loyal toast. Should be OK for some time after this, as the keynote speech will take ages. When everyone had settled down again, I was pleased to find she had spread her skirt wide and parted her legs even more.
No time to lose, hands straight up to stocking tops, press her apart, plant a kiss on the soft skin on the inside of her thighs. Suck hard, bite gently, there will be a lurid reminder of this for some days to come! She slid forward a little. Sex mad. Gorgeous. The lacy suspenders scratched against my cheek; I must get her some silk or satin ones. I slid my hand up to her crotch. Interesting, several layers. And buttons. It just had to be the teddy. Ages since she last wore it, and I thought it had poppers. Ah well another skill to learn. I fumbled the tiny buttons open, and found she was still covered, small, lacy and pulled up tight. Fortunately her G string was over her suspenders, and as she eased herself off the chair I was able to slide it smoothly down her sheer stockings. I stuffed it into my top pocket - she could plead for it back later.
At last I could reach her. I kissed and licked my way back up her thigh. Her hair prickled against my nose. She had trimmed it back between her legs, and the rest was nice and short, too. She’d obviously had a happy afternoon, getting ready, as there had been more there this morning when we had a quick cuddle. Perhaps she’s coming around to the idea - she may yet let me shave her.
I tongued her lips apart, and flickered back and fore, feeling her clit erect on my tongue. Our juices were making her very wet, and I slipped two fingers into her. She tightened around them, and spread her thighs wider. I lapped away at her, opening her wide with my fingers. I sucked hard at her clit and kept up the handwork on her cunt. I wished I could see the effects of all this, her trimmed pubes wet and matted, her love lips gaping open with lust. I could only imagine her nipples, tight little nubs on her gorgeous full breasts. I thought of the times we had done this with her legs over the edge of a bed, me kneeling in front of her. I loved to watch her belly pulsing as my tongue caressed her, and to see her fingers pulling at her erect nipples. We would do it some more later!
She was starting to wriggle now, close to coming. Thank goodness she was not a screamer. Her quim pulsed around my fingers, and she pushed herself at my mouth. I sucked and frigged her feverishly, then her thighs tightened around my head. After a while, her hand pushed me gently away, and I smoothed her skirt over her knees. She would have to sort out the teddy buttons herself!
By now, I was stiff as a poker, and nearly as long. There was no way I could make a decent exit, so I crept back towards the end of the table. At last, the applause signalled the end of the speech, and I was able to slip away to the bar, seen emerging only by a waitress, who gave me a very strange look.
I had a large OJ and lemonade, but I could still taste her on my lips. I went back to my seat, and saw out the end of the last speech. At last it was over, and I wandered back out into the bar to meet up with Jane again. She was with a good looking woman, surely the only other one in the room. She introduced her as Penny, and said they had met a week ago, on a Relate training course. Penny’s partner was a big black guy called Des. He seemed to be good company, we talked a bit about his Judo, and agreed to go out for a meal together some time. We chatted for a while, then Jane and I made our farewells. As we turned to go, Penny said “Jane, I’ll phone you tomorrow to arrange about the shoes.” I couldn’t help but glance down as she said this. She was wearing the gold and black mules, Jane had on the red high heels. OMIGOD!
I must have gone pale and swayed a little, as Jane looked a bit alarmed and offered me her arm as we went to the car. “We bumped into each other as I arrived,” said Jane. “I was finding the mules nearly impossible, as I usually only wear them when I dress up at home, as you know. I nearly fell off them going up the steps, and Des caught me just in time. Penny could see the problem, said she could manage alright on them, so we went to the ladies and did a swap. Luckily she’s the same size.”
I was still having trouble breathing, so I said nothing and started the car. As we drove home, Jane’s hand stroked my thigh. “I’ve been randy all day,” she said “ever since that cuddle.”
I just couldn’t concentrate. Visions of G strings, Love bites and Judo black belts flooded my mind. It looked like being a long hard night. “That Des is a real hunk,” she said. “I’d like to get to know them better!”

[M] My fantasy always begins with my wife positioning herself on her hands and knees, doggie-style, on our bed, waiting for me to enter her from behind. Instead of me standing behind her though, a faceless man, cock in hand, is preparing to slip himself into her swollen, wet pussy. I'm standing next to him. I place my hand on his cock, jerking him off, making him moan. I press the head of his cock between my wife's pussy lips and encourage him to push himself in slowly. He slides his now very hard cock into her. She moans and pushes back against him, taking his full shaft deep into her pussy. His hands on her hips, he begins fucking her in slow deliberate thrusts. Soon she's begging him to fuck her harder. I've been fingering her clit as he fucks her. My hand soon moves to his cock, I cup his shaft as it moves in and out of her. I squeeze his balls. His cock is wet from her pussy. He feels so thick and hard in the palm of my hand as I continue to guide his thrusts.
My own cock is throbbing hard from the excitement of the moment. I start talking to them. I ask her is she likes his big hard cock fucking her. I ask him if he likes the feel of my hand on his cock as it slides in and out of her wet pussy. I am very excited. I tell him not to cum inside her. He's fucking her hard and is ready to explode. He pulls himself out telling us both he's going to cum. I kneel in front of him, grasp his cock in my hand and wrap my lips around his large cock. I jerk him off as I suck the head of his cock. Within seconds he ejaculates, shooting hot spurts of cum into my mouth. My wife watches intently as I suck him off. His cum drips from the corners of my mouth; I jerk and suck him dry, swallowing as much of his cum as possible. My wife is sitting next to us fingering her pussy.
She's encouraging me to suck his cock off. I finally release him from my mouth as his cock begins to go limp. By now, my own cock is throbbing hard and I ask him to return the favor. He grabs my cock in his hand and starts pumping up and down. He tells my wife to put her mouth around me. She sucks my cock head between her lips as he continues to jerk me off. His hand and her sucking soon have me cumming. This is where I usually wake up from my fantasy dream, with a throbbing hard-on, ready to cum.

Posted 10/05 [M] I have always fantasized about my partner getting fucked by men with huge cocks, women with massive dildos or getting fisted and having numerous orgasms while tied down and helpless to resist their attentions. This spring I constructed a machine that would replicate the thrusting of a cock, to which I attached a very large, thick dildo. Having discussed long ago the idea of putting some fantasies into practise we had long since agreed that involving other people was too risky for us. This seems to be the perfect solution because despite having incorporated the dildo into our sex games for years, its not the same as standing back as if you are watching someone else doing it. Having recently videoed her tied to the bed with that huge cock pummeling in and out of her shaved pussy, a vibrator on her clit, while she could do nothing about it but come over and over again is my fantasy come true. I have wanked over the video several times and its still as sexy as ever. Curiously enough she seemed to quite enjoy herself too!

Posted 9/05 [F] My fantasy starts with a wickedly sexy man entering the room, slowly and surely his hands strip me of my clothes and my inhibitions. His teasing kisses play on my lips, down my neck, and across my shoulders as his hands roam my eagerly shivering body. He pinches my soft pink nipple and it grows erect under his firm touch. He kneels in front of me, slowly running his hands up my calves, brushing lightly the backs of my weakened knees and trailing up my hot, quivering thighs. I make a move for the bed but he holds me firm, not yet letting me relax into the soft nothingness. I must stand still for his attentions, not allowing my knees to buckle as they’d like.
He’s so close that I can feel his hot breath on my wet lips. I want him to take me fully into his mouth, to feel his hot wetness surround my cunt and his tongue to play with my pulsing clit. But he toys with me, blowing cool breaths of air across my aching wetness, making me shiver with delight and anticipation. I have both of my hands entwined in his curly locks but I resist the temptation to throw one leg over his shoulder and press his face into my pussy, I know that’d ruin his little game. He slowly opens his mouth and lets just the very tip of his tongue lightly caress up the crease of my thigh and plays gently across the inside of my pelvic bone. I can’t help it any longer, I throw back my head and let out a little moan.
“Naughty girl” he smiles wickedly at me, “you know better. I was going to suck your sweet clit for a while, but now I’m just going to have to punish you.” I feel frightened and thrilled at the same time as he throws me face down onto the bed. “you’ve been bad… I’m going to have to teach you a lesson now.” I can hear him rummage around in the dresser drawer, but I know better than to turn my head to see what he’s up to.
He comes to the head of the bed, turning me onto my stomach, and ties my wrists to the headboard. Face down and naked, I am totally, and titillatingly vulnerable. I can feel myself getting wet in anticipation of what he might do to my exposed and defenseless body. I’m imagining all the things he could be doing unseen behind me when I’m shocked out of my fantasies by a sharp slap of a leather whip on the bottoms of my tender feet. I can feel that slap vibrating pleasantly all the way up into my dripping cunt.
“I think five should teach you the lesson this time, hmm?” I nod my head in approval. “I can’t hear you” he smacks the bottoms of my feet again.
“Yes sir, five would be wonderful.” I nearly purr.
“Then count with me. One,” I feel the whip bite across my calves. “Two,” Across my thighs. “Three,” across my left cheek. “Four,” across the right one. “And five,” the final blow is harder than the rest and again across my tender thighs, I let out a tiny gasp of pain and delight.
“Oh dear, oh dear, seems we haven’t learned our lesson… well we will just have to use different tactics then… let me see what we can learn about discipline.” I hear him again searching through the drawer. In my state of blindness, I seem to have adapted a heightened sense of hearing; I can hear a latex snap, confused that he would be bringing out the condom so soon. He comes back to the bed and spreads my legs, and I soon realized that the latex I heard was not that of a condom, but of latex gloves. I revel in the cool, smooth sensation of the latex against my hot thighs.
He enters one cool finger into my sopping wet cunt, penetrating me with ease, slowly adding another finger, and another, my wetness seeming to pull them in. I’m writhing against the pressure of his fingers, wanting to fuck his hands right then but he pulls them out and gives me a sharp slap on my ass. His latex covered hand leaves a pleasant sting, and I can feel my ass cheek growing hot and red where a welt is rising.
“None of that out of you, you will lie still and behave like a good girl.” When he enters me again, his fingers are well lubricated, and he presses his thumb inside me, stroking my G spot while his other fingers close in around my throbbing clit. He’s rolling my clit between his fingers and thumb as some men would roll a cigarette, rolling me closer and closer to bliss. I want to scream my pleasure right now, and have to restrain myself to keep from doing so. He reaches his other hand up to pinch my now hard nipples, I again have to bite back my response and keep myself still. I can tell he’s grinning from ear to ear, thinking of what a good girl I am, to behave myself so well. That alone was enough to make me come, but he slows his pace to pull me back from the brink.
“Hold in there babe, I’m not done with you quite yet…” I feel his other lubricated and gloved hand spreading my ass cheeks, while he kisses the small of my back. I can feel his finger doing circles around my tight hole, trying to relax me enough to enter, but I resist. He pinches my clit between his two fingers, causing me to arch my back and cry out to him, and in my moment of weakness he slips his finger inside my tight hole. Again he slowly moves his finger in exploring circles until I am loose enough to add another, and another. A new type of pleasure floods over me and he kneads me with his fingers in this unaccustomed way. I can’t hold back any longer and I feel the waves taking me away into a sea of ecstasy and I scream my pleasure and my pain together and I collapse panting onto the bed.
He fucks me well into the night, and when he leaves me pleasantly sore and used in the morning, all I can think of is lying there totally defenseless while he penetrated my virgin ass with his deft and wonderful fingers.
Here my fantasy ends, making me crave a man whose wonderful hands will love me, teach me, worship me and punish me…

Posted 7/05 [M] Our favorite fantasy, which we have shared with each other many times while we fuck, is to have my wife have sex with an extremely well hung African American man. We would love to have him fuck her doggie style. I want his large cock to stretch her pussy to the point that she begs him not to push it in because it is too big for her cunt. With his hands on her creamy white hips, I want him to pull her back against him, driving his big cock deep into her. I want him to fuck her slowly at first, then faster making her scream out in pleasure. I want him to bring her to the edge of orgasm several times but not allow her to cum until she begs him for more of his big, thick cock. I want to hear her screaming and moaning with pleasure as she finally climaxes with his large cock pounding hard into her cunt. After he makes her cum, I want him to tell her to suck him off. I want to see her hands encircling his large shaft as he fucks her mouth. I want her to suck his cock until he explodes between her lips. I want to watch as she tries to swallow his hot load of cum. I want to see it oozing out between her lips as he fills her mouth with ejaculation after ejaculation. When he's finished, as she lies back on the bed delirious and exhausted, he asks her if she wants "more" as his thick fingers probe her very hot, wet pussy.
Before she can bring herself to answer, I watch as two of his friends, also African Americans, emerge from our bedroom door. Both naked, their cocks equally as large as the first man, they position her on her back. One with his hard cock in hand, pushes himself deeply into her wet pussy with one thrust. The other, stroking his cock, pushes the head of it between her lips and encourages her to suck him off. As they fuck her cunt and her mouth she again writhes in ecstasy. Within minutes she cumming for the second time this evening, begging for cock. Letting her rest momentarily, they switch positions and soon began fucking her cunt and her mouth again. The one in her mouth can't hold back any longer and starts shooting a large load of cum down her throat while the other man's cock drives deep into her pussy. As the second man watches his friend ejaculating in my wife's mouth he too begins to cum. Once fully spent, they both pull out and away from her; she lays motionless across the bed, their cum oozing from between both her mouth and her pussy lips.
The first man who fucked her this evening approaches her and asks if she has had enough big cock. She moans "yes", her eyes barely open. "No you haven't" he responds, as he once again grabs her hips and positions her doggy style on the bed. "You need one more taste before I let you sleep" he says. His once again hard, large cock looks even bigger now then it did the first time he fucked her. He pushes himself into her soaked pussy. She moans loudly as his thick cock disappears deep into her cunt. With his hands on her hips he fucks her hard and fast talking to her all the time. He tells her he's going to stop fucking her unless she begs more of his cock. She's moaning so much she can barely speak, but she begins asking for "more cock" telling him she wants him to make her "cum again". With each thrust, he pulls his long thick cock out of her pussy and then shoves it back, deep into her. I can hear her ass slapping against his hips as he pounds into her. She's begging him not to stop as she is going to "cum soon". He continues to fuck her hard as she screams in orgasm and in the midst of her climax, he begins to fill her cunt with his own ejaculation. He shoots load after load of hot white cum into her pussy. He fucks her until his cock is completely drained. Letting her hips go, she collapses face down on the bed. Her legs are spread, her pussy lips are swollen and her cunt is stretched open with cum slowly oozing out of her. Moaning softly, she begs us to let her sleep, that her pussy cannot take any more cock. The three men dress and leave, but not before asking me if they can come back to fuck my wife again sometime, sooner than later. They all express that she was a "great piece of ass" and now that she's taken on the three of them she'll never be satisfied with just one cock fucking her. I agree and tell them to give me a call next weekend, as I am positive that she and I will be looking forward to their visit.

[M] My fantasy corresponds to the first police academy movie when the academy commander was getting a blowjob while addressing a group of people. I would like to be making a slide presentation in before in front of about 15 or 20 women. Ideally some of the ladies would be very stern and conservative, while women would be the type I would be able to look in the eye as I made my presentation, as I struggled with the urge to orgasm with the girl who was servicing me at the podium. I don't know what it is with me but there is something deeply rooted within me concerning scenarios of zipper embarrassment. I attended Catholic schools when I was in grammar school and maybe this has something to do with it,

[M] This is a fantasy. It is my fantasy. And therefore a totally self absorbed vision. The fact that my beloved Wife holds a part in it is only because she turns me on so much. I love her and would never leave her out of my fun.
Saturday morning at 6:00 AM. I awake to sound of light rain on the roof of my A-frame house . The morning light in the bedroom is gray. I indulge in a long stretch, scrunching my toes and spreading my limbs out till I look like DaVinci’s “Study of Proportions”
Holding this position while I look around the room I notice my morning hard on standing tall for inspection. One of my very personal entertainments is to use my groin muscles to make my dick flip up and down and around . This only works while I am erect mind you. At 49 I am rather proud that I can still do this.
About this time I realize I am alone in bed. “Where is she” I think. Here I am with this 8” battering ram and I am alone. So I glance a around the bedroom in hopes of a clue. In the corner of the room , curled up in the wicker plantation chair she sits. She has a light blue sheet wrapped around her. With her short blond hair uncombed and hanging about her face She looks small and lost . Her gaze is locked on my cock. She is looking at it as though it where a snake that she had found in the house.
“ Hi Baby, What’s up”? I ask her.
“Ha, you I guess” She says with a disbelieving tone and shakes her head.
“ I hate the rain. it makes me think too much” She adds. I know what she means. She had a crummy childhood. The rain always captivates her and puts her in a reflective trance.
About this time my soon to be 50 bladder reminds me of why my joint is at attention. So I roll off the bed (carefully) and stumble to the head.
My dog Opie wants out so I open the slider to the deck and follow him out. I love my house. We are on the side of a hill surrounded by oaks. While I have neighbors, none of them can see my back yard so I can go out there naked. Standing in the light Aptos rain for a second is invigorating. “ Honey ,come out here with me. “ I beg of her but she is back in her trance. Staring out the at sky light.
When I come back in I grab a towel and dry off. I am horny. She is very sexy. I want her now. I have always been a morning guy. More often than not that gets me growled at. If she is more awake she will jerk me off . If the Gods are awake, I get laid.
I lay back on the bed and try to coax her to me. She ignores me so I start to stroke my cock. Hell, if she wont come play with me, I’ll play with my self! This always gets her. She likes to watch me stroke off. After a few minutes of watching me she reluctantly stands and lets the sheet fall from her 5’4” frame. Her breasts are nice and full with large pink nipples. She has a slight belly that I love to kiss and her pubic hair is just thin enough to show the cleft of her love peach. She has this half Mona Lisa smile on that says ’Are you having fun there”?
She stops and stares at the side table for a minute. “ What Baby”? I ask her. I was kind of hoping she would be in bed by now.” Nothing, I was just doing some math”. “Are you starting “? I ask as she reaches into the drawer and pulls out the plastic case and removes the disc. She squirts lube on it. She turns away from me for a second while she squats a little to insert her diaphragm. I love this. Her ass is so round and I love to watch her put it in. Once in awhile she let me do it for her.
“What would you like sweetie, I want to make you a happy girl“? I ask her as she sits and rolls onto the bed. She tucks her face into my neck and slides her fingers through my chest hair.
Then, she said the eight words that some men wait a life time to hear.
“I don’t care. Do what ever you want”
I wrapped my arms around her and pushed my hips into her so that my hardon slid into her thighs. She flinched a bit as the little glob of pre come touched her velvet skin. My hart was racing as my mind tried to assimilate what I just heard. “ Oh my God” I thought. What do I do now? Should I be a nice sensitive guy and realize that she is a little depressed and make sweet slow love to her? .Or should I take advantage of the moment and go to Battle Stations?
NOW HEAR THIS! ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS ! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!
"Excuse me my love,” I say as I jump up and move across the room. She has this stricken look on her face. “Opie come! I call the dog and shove him out the slider and close it. I trot across the room and lock the door. My sister said she would be by today. I scurry back to my waiting love and as I climb back onto the bed I grab a shoe box from underneath the bed frame. As I cross over the body of my confused concubine the box falls open and it’s contents fall out on to her chest.
"Just what do you have in mind”? She asks. “What ever I want Baby” I answer as I pick the dildo up from her cleavage. She looks a little scared at first then realizes that I would never hurt her and she did say any thing ,right?
Never one to waste time I grab the hospital size tube of KY and squirt a big hand load of it onto my dick and slick it up good. Then asked her to be my sweet love while I roll her over and spread her ass cheeks. A large glob of the love goop is palmed over her ass hole and into it with my finger. She flinches at first and tells me to go easy then pushes her perfect ass up to cover my finger to the knuckle. While keeping my finger well up her pixie like anus I tell her roll over some so I can get my tongue to her angelic clit.
She tastes so good. Her musk is like a fragrance made in heaven. I can eat her until my tongue cramps. After several minutes I arise to the crowing of my cock. I slid up the sheets wiping my finger on them as she pulls her legs up to her chest and wraps her arms around her knees. I stroke my cock a few times and use the residual oil to lube her vaginal opening, as if she needed it.
Into her I slide! First my bulbous cockhead then more. I work this a little until she can handle more. As I push for more entry she places a hand on my chest to signal that she is full. I long to bury my shaft into her until I can feel the bottom of her uterus. But she has never been a deep thrusting girl. So I set my depth marker and start trolling. God I love this woman! She is such a daydream to fuck. She closes her eyes and takes each thrust with her Mona Lisa smile intact. Her breasts ride up and down with the motion of our hump. She is so wet that each thrust is met with a liquid sloshing noise. I want to blow my load in her , but then I remember that I got her ass all lubed up. “Honey let’s do it from behind” I say as I get her to roll over and get on her knees. she gives me this “ I know what your up to , Pal “ as she spreads her knees and leans into the pillow. Her ass In the air I insert into her pussy again without comment. I can get deeper this way but she sti! ll watches out. I pump for a few more minutes .
“Baby I wanna cum” . I tell her as I feel the tide of my climax rising fast. Normally she avoids me cumming in her. She is afraid of being a mom at 40. I don’t blame her. So she is good at letting me hose her down. She looks over her shoulder and gives me a rather sardonic smile. “Oh Marc, just do it for christs sake”!
NOW HEAR THIS! ORDERS FROM THE BRIDGE! PACK THE STERN TUBE!
I draw out my reddened hot plutonium rod. Repositioning my vessel I aimed my torpedo of lust for her pouting anus.
I think it is amazing that her anus and her areolas are the same color.
Anyway, it only takes a little pressure to inter the Forbidden Zone. My cock head is quite large (and yes I do know what is good for me) so I push easy. A little more and I am a third of the way up the Hershey Highway. After I have given her a few good pumps she reminds me of why I took this exit.
That's when the claw of death comes swinging around from up front . I withdraw my battle wagon a little and make like I forgot. Holding still I start stroking my still hard dick with just the head in her ass.
My climax is one for the books. I tell ya boys, there is nothing like being up the ass of the girl you adore while ya blow yer load. Just to watch your own hose pulsating as you give her a sperm enema . We both collapse in a heap on the bed. She tells me to leave it in until my dick shrinks. Well hell ya, no problem there Babe.
We fall asleep amongst the crumpled sheets, sex toys and condoms.
When we wake again it is later in the morning. The rain is still falling on the roof. Opie is outside the slider looking forlorn. She is staring up at the skylight. I put my arms around her and draw her close. ‘ I love you” I tell her. “ I hate the rain” she says.

Posted 6/05 [M 50] I have this fantasy where I am in Las Vegas on business. I go down to the bar and watch some sports. There is a guy there who is a lot like me, around 50, my size and build. We talk sports and he is a great guy. We decide to hit a couple of places on the strip.
He says he knows another place to go. We have been talking about things, both divorced, both single. The other place is a gay club. He asks me if I want to check it out. He hasn't been there before, but he has heard about it.
I tell him that if it is sex that he wanted, we don't have to go in the club. We go back to the hotel, to his room, and have sex. We make out, then 69, and then he fucks me. I have these great mental images of being penetrated, of feeling a warm penis enter me and having him take me gently, filling me up.
I have never had sex with a man, but I think about it a lot.

Posted 5/05 [M] (M/60) Sex – even the possibility of its occurring – has always worked a powerful magic on me. Its most prominent trick is to make my common sense disappear. One illustration of this truth involved a former lover of mine, whom I got back in touch with after I had married another woman.
My former lover, Kelli, came to work for the same company as I, although not in the same department. One afternoon, however, I was home alone working on a project and some data needed to be hand-delivered to me from the office. Kelli was the person selected to drive the paperwork to my home.
When the office manager said Kelli would be right over, I experienced a run of arousal. Kelli is the most sexual woman I have ever known. Her extremely small breasts were supremely sensitive and were major erogenous zones for her. She would nearly come if I tongued and suckled her nipples. When we made love, she began a high-pitched squeal as her orgasm approached, and it increased as her climax built. By the time she came, she was wailing like a banshee, grinding her pelvis and her breasts against me wildly, almost desperately, making my own orgasm much more intense. God, she was fantastic!
By the time Kelli arrived at my house that afternoon, a collection of pre-cum had formed in my underwear. I though: this is nuts; you gotta get ahold of yourself; you’re married.
But she was wearing a calf-length tailored skirt and a tank top with spaghetti straps. She never was one to wear a bra – she usually wore tank-top-type undershirts instead – and through this tank top I could clearly see Kelli’s nipples. Oh my God. Those delightful nipples. My mind had already gone even further down the path to very unbusinesslike thoughts.
Kelli’s mind must have gone there, too, because after she delivered the paperwork we made some (rather awkward) small talk for a few minutes, and then I saw The Look in her eyes. The Look said: Okay, what now? And it didn’t assign any limitations.
A few seconds after my eyes connected with The Look, we were in each other’s arms. At first we just kissed … in the way lovers kiss. It was as if we had never lost touch those several years ago – and as if I were not married. My common sense was de-materializing fast.
Kelli pulled us toward the sofa; I offered no resistance. I settled on top of her. Her hips were pushing up against mine. I placed my hands on her ass and pulled her against me even harder; it was a ritual we had practiced many, many times while we were going together. Our mouths were open, tongues seeking wetly. I then made the mistake – although seemed like the most right, most natural act in the world at that moment – of moving my fingertips to her breasts, through the fabric of her tank top.
The woman went wild. She desperately pulled her tank top off and held my mouth against one breast, my fingertips against the other. She worked my head and fingers as if they were in her pussy, working her Sweet Spot.
“Are we?” she rasped breathlessly, as if there was any question about whether we were going to fuck.
I said what I thought was the right thing to say. Rasping breathlessly, I said, “Kelli, I don’t know … we’re … I’m … we shouldn ...”
Which is when she undid my slacks and thrust her hands inside my already wet shorts. She found me hard. And got me harder.
“Johnnyjohnnyjohnnyjohnny,” she hissed, working my cock skillfully. I was thinking that if I could come into her hands and could bring her to orgasm by suckling her nipples, maybe I could somehow, my some stretch, convince myself that I had avoided the whole “unfaithfulness” issue. But she pushed my slacks and shorts down to my knees then and, still in her skirt, began grinding herself against my hardness.
I was on the verge – I swear it – of saying, “Maybe we shouldn’t do this” or something else stupid, when she drew her skirt up to her waist. That was the moment I knew I was a goner. I had forgotten that Kelli never wore panties. With her skirt hiked up to her waist, I saw that there were no panties beneath her pantyhose. I was looking at her hungry, writhing pubic swatch.
Common senses had vanished. What the hell, I thought.
I helped her skin out of her pantyhose and kissed my good intentions good-bye as Kelli guided my cock into her pussy.
Moments later the banshee wailed.

[F] I always fantasized about being taken by this man that won't speak to me. He takes me from my home and brings me to this house. Ties me up and, plugs up my holes with toys. When i beg for him to stop these men walk into the room and decide which one gets to have me first. When they agree, one of the men untie me and have me right there on the floor for all to see. After he is done the next man touches me quite roughly. Making me suck hime off while another guy eats me out. The last guy plays with my clit fir hours and makes me cum numerous times. They all agree to take me down to the basement tie me to a bed and keep me as there sex slave. I'm a little morbid. I like it rough but not too rough.

[M 58] I wrote this for my wife a while ago:
Fantasy Feast Day
It is feast day
You are led by the hand, a girl on each side of you, into a softly lit room, dominated by a deep bath, almost a small swimming pool. The two girls undress you, nimble fingers undoing buttons, smooth hands caressing your skin while sliding your bra off your shoulders and slipping your silk panties down over your hips. A bowl of hot scented water is brought, and the girls soap your body, hands sensual on your skin. Your hair is shampooed, fingers massaging your scalp. After rinsing your body, the girls, naked like you, lead you down the steps into the deep steaming water.
One of them sits on the steps behind you and holding your waist, draws you back to lie against her, between her legs, almost weightless. The other kneels in front of you, massaging your legs. As you relax back onto the other girl's body, you feel her hard nipples tight against your skin. She softly caresses your shoulders and arms, soothing away the tensions. All too soon, they lift you from the water, hands holding you firmly under the arms, fingers just touching the undercurve of your breasts. They lower you to the floor, the marble cool beneath your back. Aromatic oil is smoothed over your legs. Each leg is raised in turn and you feel the razor glide over your calves, your skin cool in its wake. Other hands lift your arms and again the blade slides over your skin. Just when you think they have finished, you feel warm oil being trickled over your pubis. Alarmed, you try to resist, but soothing hands encourage you to lie back and relax. The blade skims quickly down your belly, sweeping away your curls. Hands spread your thighs, fingers stretch your skin tight as you feel the touch of the razor moving delicately deep between your legs. You feel more naked than you have ever felt before. Hands help you up onto a low table, cool and covered in soft towels. You lie face down. Fingers press deep into your shoulders, hands caress your back with long sweeping strokes, other hands gently press your thighs apart. The soothing, scented oil is smoothed over your legs, fingers sliding sensuously up between your spread thighs, soothing your newly shaved skin. You are aware of the texture of the towels beneath you as your mons, now so sensitive without its covering of soft hair, is pressed rhythmically down by the caressing hands. The air is heavy with the scent of the oil.
Eventually you are turned onto your back, and again soft hands cover you with warm oil. Your hard nipples betray your arousal as your breasts are gently stroked. Hands caress your belly, and a finger strays lower, to touch the tip of your clitoris, but before you can react the finger moves away. All the time hands are sliding over your thighs, fingers brushing your sex lips. The feeling of being touched everywhere by a thousand hands continues for what seems like hours, then you are wrapped in hot towels and you drift into sleep.
You wake and are offered a glass of wine. You sit on a velvet-draped chair and, while one girl dries your hair, the other, still naked, sits on a low stool in front of you. She lifts your foot onto her lap and files and polishes your nails. You feel her pubic curls tickle the sole of your foot as she decorates your toenails with an iridescent purple varnish, then repeats the process on the other foot. After drying your hair, the other girl manicures your hands, polishing your long nails before painting them the same glittering purple. Almost in a dream, you become aware of your nipples being painted. Gold. Somehow it feels right and you just let it happen, your arousal causing them to stiffen once again. When they have finished, you are led over to a low, wide, dais, covered in gold and purple brocade. You lie back, and are shocked to see your body reflected in a large mirror above you. You watch in disbelief as on each side of you a girl gently draws your legs apart, knees slightly bent, so that your feet, resplendent with purple-painted toes, rest comfortably in cut-outs in the dais. Your arms are stretched out, spread-eagling you on the brocade. Your body is decorated with ripe, juicy fruits. First, you feel the juice of a soft mango being squeezed all over you, dripped slowly onto your breasts, tightening your golden nipples, trickling down across your belly and between your thighs, where you can already feel the moisture of your arousal. Sliced strawberries are delicately arranged over your shockingly bare pubis, sticking easily on the juice which covers your body. Thin rings of pineapple encircle your erect nipples, your belly is covered with slices of melon and peaches, grapes and cherries. Phalluses carved from the flesh of orange melon are pressed into your outstretched hands. Whipped cream is piped in intricate curves along your thighs, and finally the fruit is drenched in warm maple syrup.
The girls leave you, never having spoken.
You become aware that your lover is with you, also naked, gleaming with oil. Grapes and cherries are taken from your belly, dipped first in the whipped cream on your thighs then fed to you. Lips lift the rings of pineapple from your breasts, offering to share the slices, teeth nibbling closer until your lips meet in a sweet kiss. Fingers feed you the sliced strawberries, first sliding them between your aroused lower lips, then dipping them in the cream, so that you taste yourself on the ripe fruit.
In the mirror, you watch your lover's head between your thighs as your skin is licked clean of the whipped cream. The sensations get more intense as the kisses get closer and closer to your lower lips, but just when you think you will at last be satisfied, it all stops. Then your lover takes a melon phallus from your hand and slides it slowly into you. You feel your lover nibbling at the melon, easing it gradually out of your juicy quim, lips and tongue suckling your clitoris.
The trail of kisses moves up your body, teeth tease gently at your golden nipples, then you taste your lover's mouth on yours. Your tongues touch. You reach for the warm body pressed against you. In the mirror you watch your own hands winding into long curls of hair, stroking firm back muscles, as you feel her full breasts squashed against yours. Then your hands slide down between your bodies, fingers reaching between her thighs as at last her fingers touch your clitoris. Your fingers follow what hers are doing to you, spreading her lips, sliding back to feel the moisture of her quim, spreading the juice, gently rubbing the most sensitive spot. Your oily, juicy bodies writhe against each other as fingers bring waves of ecstasy to you both. You lie in each other's arms, holding each other tight, quims pressing wetly to each others thigh, each feeling the gentle pulsing as you slowly subside.
The feast is over.

[M] I've been married for many years and have an extremely fulfilling sex life with my wife. We've experimented with xxx videos, many types of toys, role playing, lingerie & dress up, and a litany of positions, sex acts and fantasies that get us both off. The one private fantasy that I have had and continue to have is to walk in on my wife while she is making love to her best girl friend. They are both very vivacious and attractive mature blonds. They care deeply for each other and have a special bond that can only exist between two women who have been friends for many years. Given their love for each other, watching them making love would be an incredible experience. Whenever I see them together my thoughts can't help but wander toward what it might be like to walk in on them in our bedroom, kissing and caressing each other in the most intimate of ways. I don't want to participate in their love making session; I don't even want them to be aware of my presence. I just want to watch their tenderness. I want to watch their hands and fingers and mouths and lips explore each other's bodies. I want to watch them satisfy each other, their most personal of sexual needs, and to watch them as they bring each other to orgasm. I've masturbated to this fantasy many times and I've even made love to my wife and climaxed with her (more times than I would care to admit to) while being lost in this fantasy. During sex we've often fantasized together about my wife giving and receiving oral to and from another woman and we've talked about how exciting it would be for her to climax that way. We've enjoyed many lesbian xxx videos together; my wife prefers those with one-on-one girl action where oral and the use of vibrators and or dildos bring the participants to orgasm. On occasion when my wife has gotten into a particularly excited sexual state of mind where being with another woman is what she really wants, we have utilized a phone sex service. She'll get herself off with a vibrator while sharing her fantasies with a woman on the other end of the line. Usually these times occur when a combination of viewing xxx lesbian videos and drinking to much wine have loosened her inhibitions to the point where she allows me to make the phone call. Of course I love it too, not only for the fantasy she is providing for me, but she always rewards me with anything I want to do sexually once she gets herself off this way. My wife always experiences terrific orgasms whenever fantasy or talk of her being with a woman becomes part of our sexual activity. I have never, however, shared my innermost fantasy about my wife making love to her best friend. I don't think I ever will either. If it happens some day it will happen because they want it to, not because of my desire and an idea I have supplanted.

[M/60] I had had a thing for Aunt Teri for as long as I could remember. Fortunately, Teri wasn’t really my aunt; she was my mother’s best friend from high school and college days. She lived a thousand miles away now, though, and visited our family only once or twice a year. This year, my eighteenth, Mom asked me to pick Teri up from the airport because both Mom and Dad were working and couldn’t get away. It was an experience I would never forget.
Aunt Teri was not only attractive but also she was fun and perky and playful and, well, sexy. She was about my mom’s age, maybe a couple of years younger, but Teri looked and acted like a much younger sister. And I wondered often if Teri might have a thing for me, too. It was nothing I could put my finger on, exactly. It was just a feeling I had, a feeling about Teri’s feelings for me.
Two years ago when Teri visited, I happened to walk past the bathroom door when Aunt Teri was changing for bed. The door was open. The light was on. I glanced into the room. And there was Aunt Teri, putting her nightgown on over her head, letting it slide down over her body. Before the garment settled into place, I was treated to the sight of Aunt Teri’s bare breasts and her white bikini panties. The sight paralyzed I and rendered me speechless. When the nightgown cleared Teri’s head and she had a chance to realize what was happening, she smiled sheepishly and said, “Oops, sorry.” And her smile was the warmest, sweetest smile, as if to say, “Hey, it’s okay. We’re family. Aren‘t we?” I stood there with a dazed expression for several seconds before overcoming the forces of gravity and persuading my legs to carry me on down the hallway. I relieved my sexual tension manually that night, thinking very pleasurably of the lingering vision of Aunt Teri in the bathroom. “Family,” indeed.
That was only the second time I had seen a live woman in a situation like that. The first time had been with my girlfriend at the time, Jenny. One evening, while we were still just “friends,” I had gone to Jenny’s house to have pizza and watch a movie. As we sat at a respectable distance on the couch, I glanced over at one point and noticed that Jenny’s feet were tucked up under her bottom and she had adjusted her position for maximum comfort, which meant that she was facing my direction. And what I saw was the underside of her delightful and exciting thighs … and a triangle of her panties at her crotch. Jenny noticed me noticing but made no move to ! change her position -- or my view. Instead, she smiled and scooted closer to me, which caused her skirt to ride up onto her hips, completely revealing her panties to me. They were a thong, the first I had ever seen. Jenny’s eyes told me she was interested in doing more. One thing quickly led to another: kissing, fondling, petting, some intimate exploration. Before I knew it, most of my clothes were laying on the floor and couch beside me (with Jenny‘s help), Jenny had removed everything she had been wearing except her panties and her bra, and her mouth was making delightful music around the head of my rock-hard cock. Neither of us had known much about sex that first time, but we did what came naturally. It was playful and uninhibited. Before I knew what was happening, I had come inside Jenny’s mouth, instinctively using my hands to hold her head in place as I pumped my cum into her. And I loved the way she sucked and slurped and swallowed my fluid, then licked and loved my cock until it sprang to life again. By that time, Jenny’s thong and bra were tossed across the room and I was letting nature take its course with her breasts -- teasing her nipples, nibbling, sucking, tracing circles around them -- and, with two of my fingers, learning the mysteries and magic power of the hot liquid center of her pussy. Jenny had let me know she wanted my cock inside of her, and I had just settled myself between her opened thighs and had placed the head of my cock teasing! ly just inside the lips of her pussy and Jenny’s hands were poised on my buttcheeks to pull me into her -- when we heard Jenny’s parents’ car pull up in the driveway. Needless to say, that put an end to things, although I was so close to coming again that I shot juice all over Jenny’s tummy and my own clothing in my hurried attempt to dress. It was not my finest hour.
On my way to the airport to pick up Aunt Teri, these erotic thoughts were running rampant in my mind. I could not get a non-sexual thought to come into my brain. The earlier bathroom scene with Aunt Teri gave way to the memory of another incident that occurred during that visit of Teri’s.
One Saturday afternoon, when my parents were working, Teri and I were alone in the fairly large house. I was doing homework -- algebra -- in the dining room when Teri came into the room. I did a double-take when I saw her because she looked positively edible in a light purple sundress with spaghetti straps. She walked through the dining room and into the kitchen to draw a glass of cold water from the refrigerator. I tried not to be obvious about following her with his eyes, but I failed. I definitely had very un-nephew-like feelings for this beautiful woman.
Teri came back into the dining room and settled into a loveseat along one wall. She half-sat, half-lay on it. I noticed that she didn’t seem to be wearing nylons. Her legs were long and tanned; they almost glowed.
“You haven’t mentioned Jenny in a while, hon,” Teri said after a while, with a smile. It might have been an innocent smile, but I wasn’t sure. “What’s up with Jen?”
I couldn’t look directly at Teri because I knew my eyes would rivet in on her legs and her upper chest. I pretended to be absorbed by homework.
“Oh, you know, it just …” I made a casually dismissive gesture with my hand.
Teri paused. “Oh,” she said. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I liked Jen.” The two had met on a previous visit of Teri’s and seemed to enjoy each other’s company.
I hoped Teri would let the subject drop. She didn’t.
“Well, I’ll bet you two had a good time. She seemed like a fun girl.” Teri was smiling again. “Um, uh, a personal question, okay?” She crossed her long legs. Slowly. Showing more thigh than I could stand.
“Uh, okay, I guess.”
“Well, I was wondering. You know how ‘aunts’ tend to wonder.” Teri was sounding playful, mischievous. “I was wondering … was Jen a good kisser?” Aunt Teri giggled at the outlandishness of her question.
I blushed and focused on my algebra book.
“Come on, baby, you can tell me.” She uncrossed her legs then and slid forward on the loveseat. The motion caused the skirt of her sundress to ride higher on her thighs. She didn’t bother to smooth it back into place. Her legs were parted several inches, too. I sensed this out of the corner of his eye. I was dying to see more, but I concentrated on algebra.
“Well … ?” Teri coaxed impishly.
“Yeah, I guess so. Sure, yeah, I guess,” I stammered, blushing hotly.
“Did you and Jenny ever go, you know … you know, uh, did you ever do anything besides kiss? I mean, more?”
“Well, no, not really …”
“Come on, sweetheart, I won’t tell anyone. You can share it with me, can’t you?” It was impossible for me to say no to Teri.
“Yeah, I guess,” I said hesitantly, not at all sure he COULD share this with Aunt Teri. Or should. I thought about it for several moments, focusing on algebra. “Okay. There was this one time …” I started, and then I told her about the time when Jenny and I were watching the movie at Jenny’s house. Well, ALMOST all of it. I left Aunt Teri with the impression that Jenny and I had gone all the way. Which, in a weird way, we had.
Aunt Teri’s eyes grew rounder.. “Wow, honey! That’s so cool! Good for you!!!” Teri jumped up from the loveseat and almost sprang to the dining room table and leaned down to put her arms around me in an excited hug. I felt her firm breasts pressing against my back and shoulder. It was a wonderful feeling. When I glanced briefly toward her, I saw that the top of her sundress had fallen forward, affording me a view of the tops of her bra-clad breasts.
I thought: This should NOT be happening.
“Hey, do something for me, sugar, will you?”
“I don’t know, Aunt Teri. Maybe we shouldn …”
“Oh, please? Please? Pretty-please? There’s no harm. Nobody’ll know except you and me. I just was wondering … would you show me how you and Jen kissed?”
I turned in my chair, preparing to protest. Maybe. Part of me knew I should leave the room -- maybe leave the house -- but part of me (the greater part) wanted to feel Aunt Teri’s lips against mine. What the hell was wrong with me? Was I nuts?
So I scooted my chair back and stood up. Teri and I moved toward each other, a little hesitantly at first. Then our lips met. It was a soft meeting, Teri’s lips were moist and warm, playful, welcoming. She received my kiss breathlessly, her eyes closed. It was a long, soft kiss, with only our lips involved, a tender, an expression of mutual devotion.
When it ended, we allowed our lips to break the special contact, but we fell naturally into a close embrace, as if exhausted by the kiss. She spoke first, her words muffled by the fabric of his shirt. “Oh. My. God. Baby, sweetheart. Oh. My. God.”
Aunt Teri and I stood like that for several moments. I felt her breath through my shirt, HEARD her breathing. I also felt her slowly begin to press her body against mine. I was particularly aware that her hips were pressing against my hips. Can she feel the my cock getting hard?, I wondered.
When she finally spoke, Teri’s voice was husky, hoarse. “Thank you, baby, honey. That was … wow.” She was silent for a while, clinging to the moment. “… would you mind if we did that again? Just one more time? Just once more, and that’s all?”
As if she already knew the answer, Teri pulled back slightly from the embrace. Her lips looked fuller than before. They looked welcoming. This time, when our lips met, I heard a soft mewing sound come from Teri. She parted my lips farther with her delightful tongue and pressed into my mouth, past my teeth and then probed gently into my mouth and at the front of my throat. I took my lead from her and let my tongue slip into her mouth, enjoying the warm slipperiness of her. I wondered if her pussy was this warm, wet, and wonderful, wondered if it would feel like this if I put my tongue there.
We continued kissing then and resumed our embrace. Teri’s hands worked their way down my back and came to rest on my butt, pulling me closer to her. I followed her lead again, letting my hands wander down her back, feeling the band of her bra, feeling the muscles of her back, then her lower back, then her delightful ass. I could feel the slickness of what I assumed were her panties beneath the fabric of her sundress. I pulled her toward me.
Teri tried to speak around our hot, wet kissing. “Oh, honey, baby, oh, you know, I’m not sure we should … This is getting … I‘m getting … we really should stop … I‘m not sure I can … baby, if we keep this up, I‘m afraid we‘ll … ”
I was not in control of myself. What the hell, I thought.
In one quick motion, I slid my hand beneath the skirt of her sundress, all the way to her waist, and then deftly -- almost as if I knew what I was doing, which I definitely didn’t -- slid them down under the waistband of her panties. In a matter of seconds, my hands were cupping Teri’s butt, caressing, kneading, pulling her toward me. My next action would be to slip her panties off, but right now I was enjoying the smooth feel of the skin of her ass.
I felt fingers at work at the zipper of my slacks. Hungry fingers, eager fingers, searching fingers, exploring fingers. They made their way inside my undershorts and found my bulging cock. Playing, stroking. Hungry, desperate.
“Baby, I’m so sorry I didn’t think I didn’t know I didn’t expect oh you’re so so so oh jesus I’m so hot you feel so good my zipper … back of the dress … please …”
I tried to follow her stream of words. I didn’t want to move my hands from her ass but liked the idea of unzipping her dress. Reluctantly, I withdrew my hands from under her dress and found the zipper tab at the back of her dress. I fumbled for a moment, then drew the zipper down all the way.
At this moment, I was actually hoping that something would interrupt us. And, at the same time, I was praying NOTHING would EVER interrupt them. I didn’t understand exactly what was happening, but, on the other hand, I knew EXACTLY what was happening. And I was liking it. A lot.
The part of me that was fearing having to explain this to my parents -- if I should get caught -- that part was reasoning that maybe I could just shoot my cum onto Aunt Teri’s stomach or her panties (as had happened with Jenny that first time), and then maybe we would calm down, maybe even laugh about it -- but definitely forget this ever happened.
But, right now, things were escalating too fast for thought or reasoning. Teri had let the top of her sundress fall away from her, revealing her breasts in a sexy strapless bra. Her fingers were working absolute magic on my cock, my pre-cum lubricating her hands so they felt a lot like Jenny’s mouth as they worked on my hard rod of flesh.
“Oh, Baby, stop, please, stop,” Teri was saying, but her actions were saying the opposite. “I can’t stop. I get this way. We have to stop, we have to …”
But my fingers worked the hooks of Teri’s bra and it fell forward, revealing her breasts to my hungry eyes, lips, and fingers.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Teri cooed. She arched her back, pulling me onto the carpeting with her. In the process, she shed her panties and desperately tossed them across the room and resumed holding me close. “No no no no please no,” she said, but she opened her thighs to me and with one desperate movement impaled herself fully onto my cock.
We bucked and shivered together for long moments, until both of us were sweaty and exhausted, and finally we came together. Teri cried out in a long wail of pleasure; I emitted a long, pulsing groan as I pumped myself into her.
That was not the last time during that visit that Aunt Teri and I had sex.
And on THIS visit, as I picked her up from the airport, things were looking up for a repeat engagement.
On the day I picked her up from the airport, we walked somewhat awkwardly from the terminal to where I had parked the car. But then I watched as Teri lifted her carryon bag into the trunk of the car. As she lifted, the suitcase caught on the hem of her skirt; the skirt rose with the bag. Because she had to lift the bag to waist level to get it into the trunk, I was afforded a full view of her from toe to waist. The long, firm line of her leg ended in a sexy pair of white bikini panties.
She didn’t seem to notice that I had such a good view of her; either that or she didn’t care. After all, it isn’t like we were strangers.
All in all, it was another very, very good visit with dear Aunt Teri.

Posted 4/05 [M] For about 5 years now I have been working in the same office with a woman who is 60 yrs old . I am divorced but Marie my office mate has been very happily married for 35 yrs, with kids and grandkids to boot. We started out as good friends. To tell you the truth I thought she was kind of a ditz at first. But as time rolled on I grew to have very affectionate feelings towards her and over the years Marie became my office confidant. Then I found myself noticing what Marie wore to work, her hair and which outfit I like the best. And I would tell her so too. After 4 years of working with her I began to catch a glace down her blouse when I could. Her breasts where not large, maybe a 34C, but they had nice shape and her nipples often pressed through her blouse. One or twice I got to see her areoles and my mind would go blank with desire. I would admire the curve of her bottom as she bent over. one particular pair of slacks did wonders for her behind but also out lined her vulva ! and showed off the cleft of her pussy lips. I knew she sensed the change in me. I know that Marie would notice when I was "checking her out" as she entered the office. She would smile as though she liked the attention I was giving her. Marie told me that she had been a cheer leader in high school. Well that did it. Her body is still pretty nice, her breasts are still full and round and she has a very pretty face.
Well recently our firm went through a corporate takeover. We were all in flux as to what our next move was. I took a couple of days off to contemplate the offers that the new company was handing out. Marie called me to ask how I was doing. I told her that I was a little depressed but would get through it all. When she asked if I needed some company, it was then I realized how much I missed her in my day to day life. I said I would me glad to have her over and set about cleaning up my bachelor's pad. I tossed the dirty laundry in the hamper, the dishes under the sink and laid the bed cover over the sheets. there was a bottle of baby oil on the side stand for my own pleasure, I tossed it under the pillow. I had been lounging around in my sweatpants and a t-shirt. I didn’t have time to change so I grabbed a clean shirt from the drawer.
Soon the door bell rang and there stood Marie, wearing one of my favorite dresses and her warm sweet smile. I greeted her and beckoned her to come in. As Marie entered she gave my little home the once over with a whimsical smile. As though she knew why she was really there too. I played the gracious host and offered her a glass of merlot, which she accepted. then took her on the “cooks” tour of my place. When we got to the bedroom she looked around and said “ Wow, your the first man I’ve met who actually makes the bed “ I told her that I had done the fast run through the house before she came. “ I know, she replied “ The sheets are still messed up under the bed spread.” At that point I felt the urge run through me to just hold her , so I did. I put my arms around he and held her very close. "Marie, I am so glad you are here" I told her. She smiled back and said she felt the same. Right then I knew she was aware of how I felt about her. I pulled her close again and took th! e finale plunge, I kissed her , lightly at first then deeply. Marie responded just like I dreamed she would. she moved in closer and hugged me while I caressed her. I kissed her again this time letting my hand slide around to her bottom. She gasped then stood back as if to give this all some thought. "Tim, I haven't been with anyone but Jack in over 35 years." I assured her that I wasn't there to wreck her marriage. Then I pulled her back to me. We continued to kiss while I caressed her body. After a few moments I moved my hands to her breasts. As I cupped them and gave a gentle squeeze Marie gave a little whimper and looked at me as though I should stop. But I knew this was the moment we had waited for and Marie was not at my home to talk shop. I kissed her sweet lips again and unzipped her dress. I pulled it down over her shoulders and then to her waist. She then reached down and pushed her dress the rest of the way to the floor. Marie wears the most wonderful silk panties. Not bi! kini mind you, but with sweet lace all around the legs. She tried not to look me in the face as I slid her bra straps down and reached around to unhook her. Marie blushed as I pulled away her bra and tossed it to the chair. When she started to cover her naked breasts with her arms I took her hands and spread them away as I admired her womanly bosom. Marie’s breasts were at 60 still full with good shape. Her areola were dark red and the nipples large and soft. I scooped them both in my hands feeling at once the warmth of her body. “Oh Tim, they aren't what they used to be...” I stopped her and said “ Marie, don’t you know how long I have waited to be with you? I think of you all the time.” I spent the longest time kissing and sucking her soft warm breasts. They smelled of her soft perfume and tasted of talcum powder.. I thought for a moment how nice it would be if she started to give milk. I never wanted to stop. All the time Marie gave me the most warm and loving smiles as she stroke! d my hair.
After several moments of this I sat her down on the edge of the bed. I had , since I took off her bra, been working on a major hard on. Marie looked at me with big eyes that said “ what's next”? I moved to stand in front of her and slid my fingers into the waist band of my sweats. I pushed them along with my skivvies down to my knees and moved in closer to her. Marie couldn't miss my erection six inches from her face. Evan though she tried to look away for a second . I reached down and took her hands . As I guided them to my hard cock she started to give my cock and balls a serious appraisal. Marie leaned in a little as if to smell the scent of my hard penis. There was a drop of precum forming on the end of my rock hard cock. She had no problem stroking my cock and playing with my balls. She grinned like a kid who just got the toy she had begged for as Marie leaned foward and licked the precum off the my cock head.. When I reached down and placed my hand on the back of he! r head, she took the sign and closed her eyes as she slid my cock right into her incredibly warm mouth. Sucked and tongued my cock and balls like a pro. Marie made the most wonderful slurping noises as she ran her warm soft mouth up and down my dick. The thing was here that I was aware that Marie wore full dentures. She had confided this in me a couple of years ago when she was having new plates fitted. I wanted ever so much to have her suck my cock with her teeth out, but I didn’t want to spoil the moment by asking, you know?
After a few minutes I felt a some more pre-cum shoot into her mouth. Marie pulled back and looked at me. She was breathing hard “ Tim , do you want me to keep doing this”? “Marie, do you want me to cum in your mouth”? I countered. She looked up at me and let one hand slip down to her crotch as she continued to slowly stroke my wet penis. This time I took the sign. I placed my hands on her shoulders and laid her back on the bed. Marie made no attempt to stop me as I slid her panties down her legs and let them fall to the floor. I could smell her musk as I spread her legs to view her glistening labia. I couldn’t resist the chance to taste her, so I knelt down and spread her pussy lips. I let my finger slide into her wet musky hole a little then let the breadth of my tongue lap her from bottom to top. At the top of my tongue stroke I found her clit poking out of it’s hood. Marie sucked air as I surrounded her clit with my lips and sucked hard on it. “ Oh Tim! she cried out “! God, Jack never did that!” I sucked her warm clit for another minute before turning my tongue into a jackhammer as I plunged in and out of her gapping vagina. All during this I had been holding Marie’s thighs apart with my hands . She missed a beat when I let one hand slide down to her ass and started to tickle her anus. “ Uh”? Marie said as I let the tip of my finger slip into her asshole. I could tell from that sound that Jack had never tried that either!
I stood up and slid Marie further onto the bed and grabbed a pillow. I lifted up her ass and slid the pillow under it then claimed onto the bed with her. “ Are you OK?” I asked her, she was breathing heavily. I knew that Marie had asthma. “ Yes, I’m fine. You just scared me a little there with the finger.. you know”. I smiled and kissed her deeply as I reached down and put her hand on my still hard dick again. Marie stroked me some more as I got into position between her legs. When it came time to enter her, I pushed her legs back to her chest and ran my hand up and down her sopping wet pussy. I pushed my very hard penis into her. It was just like, well you know, finding that perfect place of comfort you have been searching for all your life. Marie took all of my cock on the first push. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. but I could tell she wasn't in pain. I knew she was thinking about her marriage and that nobody had been in her but Jack in 35 years. I made nice slow ! movements in and out until she finally opened hers eyes to look at me. "Oh Tim, I never thought I'd do this." she said. But there was no remorse in her face. But then she wiggled a little like she wished it was over so I picked up the pace a bit. “ I know I ‘m not like younger girls” she whispered. “ I have had four babies” I knew she was referring to the slackness of her vagina. “Marie” I panted as I pumped away “ Most girls can’t handle the size of my cock.” She grinned as she replied “ Ya , I noticed”.
As I felt my climax coming on I asked her "Shall I come inside?" Marie looked down towards my cock and said " No ,please take it out now" in a kind of shaky voice. I knew then that this was getting to be to much for her. I pulled out of her and lay alongside. I drew her close and kissed her while sliding my hard cock up and down her ass crack. I was getting into my climax and asked her she could suck me. " I , I want you here" she whispered. She took hold of my hard dick and scooted her butt cheeks closer to me. “ OK” I whispered as I rolled her over onto her tummy. “Please Tim honey, go easy on me, I haven't done this in a long, long time.” I figured as much so reached under the pillow and retrieved my bottle of baby oil. Marie saw this and said “ Do you always keep that ready”? “Like I said Marie, I think of you all the time” I told her, “ Oh God, what have I got myself into now “ she said to the pillow. I assured her that I would not hurt her. The oil was warm from bei! ng under the pillow. I told her to “ spread your cheeks for me baby” and she did. Marie lay on her tummy holding her ass cheeks apart. Her eyes where squeezed shut and she bit her lower lip. I admired Marie’s rectum for a moment before squirting oil all around her anus and over my dick. Her rectum was pink and puffy. It had a loose slack look to it. I remember ass fucking a girl once in high school. Wow, what a difference ! That girl was 16. She had screamed when I poked her. Marie flinched as I inserted my finger slowly into her ass. I worked it in and out for a few seconds to get her lubed up nicely. Marie buried her face in the pillow I was aware time was of the essence. I have had this sort of thing go wrong in the past for waiting too long. I guided the head of my dick into her virgin asshole a little at a time until it was all the way in past the “helmet“. I felt the ring of Marie’s sphincter muscle grab tightly around my cock shaft as I began to make small pumping moves in he! r ass. The cushioning effect of her butt cheeks made the ride even better . The ass of a 60 yr old woman has allot of ’cushy’ to it. I leaned forward and slid my hands around to cup her breasts while I continued to hump my way to a climax. Marie’s face was still buried down in the pillow. Except by now she was groaning unintelligible words through a mouthful of linen. “Adie, Adie, hug he Adie” she cried out over and over as I pushed deeper into the warm smooth tube of her colon. I felt my climax at it’s top as I pushed my big hard cock further into Marie’s soft warm ass. I felt my cum spurting out of my dick into the depths of her now spasmodic asshole. “Nha, Nha “ she wailed into the pillow case. I rolled over on my side taking Marie with me as I shot my last pulse of jiz. As I did this it happened. Marie had been biting onto the pillow when I turned her over. Her dentures popped out and fell onto the bed sheets leaving her to yell out clearly what had been muffled by the pillow.! “ Daddy, oh Daddy, fuck me Daddy please”! Well that was so dam hot that my cock gave another jerk just on principle. “Oh my God” cried out Marie as she lay there next to me panting now to the point of exhaustion. I could tell she was about to pass out because her sphincter was still spasing out around my cock shaft. “ Tim, please take it out, take it out of my butt, I can’t do any more” Marie cried while reaching behind her to push me away. As I pulled my semi hard dick out of her ass it gave a farting plop noise. “ Oh Tim, I forgot what that was like” she said with a sort of slurping way of speech as her teeth where still laying on the sheets. “My Step-Father used to fuck my ass like that when I was only 13“. She grabbed for her teeth to put them back in. I asked her “ Marie you don’t think you could leave those out for a little while”? “ Why“? she asked as I wiped my cock off on the sheet. I got into a sitting position next to her head and started to stroke my self hard again. “I ! want you to suck my cock without them” I told her. “ You want a gum job”? “Jack likes that too. OK Tim, I’ll do it for you my dear” And with that she set them on the side table and went down on me again. I never felt anything like it ! I came down her throat like a fire hose!
Marie and I have since made love once a week for the last year. And when the coast is clear we meet in the janitors closet for a good old fashioned gummy job!

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