Category: older younger

Christis First Huge Black Cock

I’d like to tell you about how my wife fell for a young black boy…and she’s so in love with him, she’s having his baby. She finds much more satisfaction with him than she ever did with me, because of the way he makes love to her, and the sheer size of the cock he fills her with – its huge.

We took in an exchange student to help with the rent. He was an 18 year old black boy from Uganda. Now I’d had visions that all black men are tall, muscular and good-looking but Efan was none of these things. He was of medium height and quite pudgy, with thick lensed glasses.

I never regarded Christi as a femme fatale but since she’s been going with Efan she’s become insatiable and can’t get enough of his enormous weapon. Christi used to be quiet, almost shy but not any more. She has a nice figure for her age – 36. She has firm, well- shaped breasts and long, shapely legs. In our 15 years of marriage, neither of us had strayed before.

Efan soon settled in, almost one of the family. He soon began watching Christi who always wore stockings, at home or at work. Once I caught him ogling the tops of her thighs when she bent over. He smiled at me and winked and I saw the front of his pants tented out by a large bulge. I guessed he had what black men are renowned for, a big, big cock. Strangely enough, I got a hard on watching him eyeing up my wife so openly. The thought of him having her soon began to enter my mind.
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Dear Diary

Well it finally happened, and not at all like I ever imagined or fantasized it would happen. What, you ask am I talking about diary?

Until yesterday, I had never cheated on my husband of 21 years. For that matter, he is the only man I have ever had sex with in my life, since I was 16 and a virgin when we first met. That all ended yesterday and I still can’t believe it. Oh sure I’ve had the usual fantasies where I meet a handsome stranger while my husband and kids are out of town. He takes me out on the town and romances me then takes me back to his luxury hotel suite and makes love to me all night long. Well he was a stranger and very handsome but that’s where the similarities end. In fact it gets pretty sick and perverted but you, dear diary, have heard it all before.

I should at least give you some background. I am a 41-year- old woman, married with two kids who live an upper middle class life in a town that I won’t mention. I don’t have the body of a 21 year old but I haven’t let myself go either. I am 5’3″ natural blonde and I weigh 135lbs. I don’t know about best but my most noticeable feature is my chest. I wear a 36 DD and fill out every inch of it. And yes, they are real. Anyway diary, this all started when my husband and I took my oldest son to college. He is a freshman this year at a state university. While none of us had ever met his roommate David, my son Andy had talked to him on the phone several times. He referred to him as nice but kind of quiet.
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Bouncy

Karen tapped Steffi on the shoulder and told her that Miss Peters wanted to see her in her office right away. Steffi finished buttoning her blouse and asked, “Did she say what she wanted?” “Nope,” shot back Karen as she hurried out of the locker room, “she didn’t seem upset or anything, she just wants to seeya!” “Christ,” muttered Steffi, “it’s lunch time and I’m being held over after gym class,” as she scooped up her towel and gym clothes and stuffed them in her back pack. “Karen said you wanted to see me,” Steffi remarked in a questioning voice after knocking on the door frame. “Yes, Steffi, please sit down,” commented Miss Peters, “I have something I wish to discuss with you.” Steffi sat down and waited patiently for the gym teacher to get to the point while in a matter of fact voice, Miss Peters began, “I’ve noticed in gym class that during strenuous exercises your teen breasts seem to bounce much more than normal, I don’t know why, but it’s bad for your chest muscles to have them banging and moving around so much!” Steffi was dumbfounded at this line of inquiry, but she managed to nod her head in agreement and wait for the teacher to continue. “Now it’s quite evident that you have a much larger chest than most of the other girls in your class, but it’s important that you take proper care of your breasts so that they don’t begin to sag prematurely, so what I want to know is if you are wearing a proper sports bra during gym class,” Miss Peters asked? “Oh, yes,” Steffi replied quickly, “here it is,” she said while fishing it out of her back pack and handed it to Miss Peters who carefully studied the sweaty garment for several seconds before returning her gaze to Steffi. Of course, with a chest your size, this will not do at all,” she opined while flipping the gray bra back to Steffi, “this will not do at all.”
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Anal In Law

My wife’s mom moved with us when she divorced my father-in-law. Sheila is a very sexy woman of forty-five. She works out at the gym every day to keep her body firm and shapely.Even her daughter has little advantage over her in terms of body appeal.

One night,while Sheila was out, Tanya and I availed ourselves to an evening of a good old,knockdown, dragout sexfest. Anal sex is one of our favorite variations, and thats what we were doing when Tanya’s mother saw us.

Taking the empty house for granted, we had’nt bothered to close our bedroom door,and Sheila came home earlier than she was suppose to.

Tanya and I had our backs to the door as I pumped my cock in and out of her ass. Tanya was on the bed on her hands and knees, and I caught her mom’s reflection in the bureau mirror. Sheila didn’t know I could see her, and stood there fo quite a while with a look of surprise as well as fascination on her face.
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Adding Some Spice

I realized, after something that happened last week, that it’s never too late to spice up your love life. And that you can get into a rut in terms of how you view your wife, sexually. My wife, Cathy is 30 years old, about 5’3″, with light brown hair and blue eyes. She stands a firm 37-24-36 with a really cute baby face. She works as the local regional manager for a national bookstore chain, so she usually dresses and acts in a fairly conservative fashion. Last Friday she had to fill in for one of her managers who called in sick. Normally she works from 9-5, but since she was filling in for a retail position, she had to close the store. The store is only 5 minutes away from our house, so when she didn’t arrive at home at 10:00 I became a little worried, because the stripmall closed at 9:00. I tried calling the store several times, but the phone was always busy. After calling the operator I found out the phone was off the hook. Well, upon hearing this I became rather nervous & decided to stop by the store to see if everything was alright. I got my wife’s spare set of keys to the stores and jumped into my car. When I got to the mall the parking lot was pretty empty except for my wife’s car and two others. I looked through the front window, but most of the lights were off except for the ones in the rear office. I checked the doors but they were locked so I started fumbling with Cathy’s keys. Fortunately, she only managed three stores, so it didn’t take long to get in. When I got inside I heard some muffled sounds coming from the back. Curious, I tiptoed back and was just about to walk into the office when I got the biggest surprise of my life!
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The Librarian

Ryan pushed the heavy cart containing at least on hundred books down the narrow library aisles, stopping occasionally to return the volumes to their proper place. To most people rummaging around a bunch of dusty books and periodicals would be a chore to be avoided at all costs, but Ryan was different, he loved feel of the books in his hands and the aroma of old manuscripts filling his nose, but especially the wealth of information found like buried treasure between the sometimes frayed covers. He was only eighteen, but already he knew what he wanted to do with his life, go to college, major in library science, and become a curator for some large research library. He wasn’t interested in checking books in and out, or sending out past due notices to tardy borrowers, no, he wanted to get into old manuscripts, first editions, and rare writings from days gone by. For now, though, just being able to work at something he truly loved was enough for him. He glanced at his watch, and said to himself, “Five minutes to closing, I better get hustling, it’s gonna take at least an hour to get all these put away!” Working at a quick pace, Ryan was almost finished restacking, when it happened, standing on the short step stool needed to reach the upper shelf, his foot slipped and he came tumbling to the floor, landing with a loud thud. The force with which he had hit the floor had been noisy enough that the head librarian, Miss Vance had heard it and brought her running. When she got to him, what she found was and unconscious Ryan, with blood trickling down his forehead.
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Mommy and Boyfriend

Linda held her mouth tight over Rink’s hardon as it filled her mouth with white hot cum, and as the last jets dripped from his dick, he exclaimed, “Baby, you do that like no other bitch I ever had the pleasure of fucking!” Linda swallowed the juicy liquid and looked at her lover with bright happy eyes. She always loved it when Rink would compliment her sexual proficiency, and lately he had been complementing her plenty! He loved getting head, so she put everything she had into it just to get his approval. She felt very lucky indeed to have a boyfriend like Rink, and while she was only eighteen and still in high school, he was twenty eight and working a full time job at the tire factory on the edge of town. She knew some of the women that worked out there, and Rink surely could have pick of any of them, but Rink always told her that age didn’t necessarily make you a good fuck, and that she was better than most of the other woman he had ever had! Without a dad around the house, Linda was the perfect target for someone needing a father figure in her life, and guys like Rink just seemed to have a sixth sense in smelling out the particularly vulnerable young women on whom to prey on.
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Plumbing The Plumber

Jake was just about finished installing the new hot water heater for Mrs. Drake, as the old one had been leaking like a sieve and must have cost a fortune to run. Jake lit the pilot light and waited for the familiar whoosh that came when the burner fired up while Mrs. Drake leaned around the corner and asked if everything was O.K. “No problem Ma’am, all finished,” Jake said, as he wiped his hand with an old rag hanging from his tool belt, “I’ll be upstairs in a minute!” After gathering up all of his tools, Jake headed out to the truck to make out the bill. After all the parts and labor were included the total came to $450.00. “Not to bad,” thought Jake, as he went back into the house and handed the invoice to Mrs. Drake, who looked it over for what seemed to be a very long time. “Is there a problem Mrs. Drake,” asked Jake. “No, there’s no problem, I was just thinking that maybe you would like to add another $550.00 to make it an even thousand.” Jake eyed the woman a little suspiciously and wondered why she would make such an offer.
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Rodeo Games

The first couple of hours at a Rodeo can be a little bit disorienting. Things are going on all over the place. Our trailers were parked near one corner of the parking area, probably about ¼ mile from the main show rings. The sounds of the PA system were just really distant echoes. Our group had set up our stuff, gotten our horses comfortable and ready to go, and now I had a long wait before my rides came up.

This wasn’t my first show, not by a long shot. I had started to ride when I was 12, more than 6 years ago. I had tried a few different things, and after Daddy broke down and spent a good deal of money buying me my horse Buddy, I have ended up doing barrel racing. It is fast, intense, and really enjoyable. However, because it is a highlight of most shows, we tend to go on late in the day, so they can keep a good crowd.
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The Photographer

“You do understand the nature of the photographs we’ll be shooting,” Carl asked, “I just want to get everything out in the open so that later on we don’t have a problem!?!” “I understand,” the matronly female replied, “most of them will be me by myself, but some will involve other people!” “And just to make it even more clear,” Carl responded, “those pictures with the other people can involve both men and women and are of the x-rated variety!” Glenna nodded her head slowly and asked, “And how much money do you pay for posing!?!” “It varies,” he answered, “Two hundred a day for solo, three hundred for soft core, and five hundred for the hard stuff, now are you sure you want to go through with it, it’s pretty easy if you have the temperament for it, but if not”! “I need the money,” Glenna replied, “but I want you to know I don’t have a perfect body by any stretch of the imagination, in fact I have a few sags here and there, and my breasts aren’t what they once were either!” Nodding his head, Carl replied, “That is exactly what muy client wants, the grand motherly type who is all woman and oozes sensuality, not some plastic little girl who’s all silicone and hair spray!” With a short laugh Glenna shot back, “Well, I’m certainly not that!” “All right then” he said “let’s get started!”
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