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Let me tell you about the recent trip Susan, my wife, and myself make to the Southwest. We decided it was time to get away from the normal hum drum of daily life and get some relaxation. We decided to go to a secluded resort in Arizona. We arrived on a Monday and checked in, got our things in room, put some of it away as we were going to be here for a week. After resting and freshening up a bit we slipped on our swimsuits and headed out by the pool. There weren’t many people at the resort during the week, but I did notice one fine foxy looking chick laying by the pool getting a nice tan. There was only one other guy there and I figured him to be her husband. I noticed Susan was staring at him then I saw why, he was setting in a chair with his legs spread and you could tell by the bulges in his tight suit that he must have been hung like a stud horse, and had the balls to match. While she was checking out his bulging cock I was scoping out the lady. She had a nice build and her tight bikini disclosed the fact she had very nice firm breasts, and firm tight ass. In a few moments she decided to do some exercises and begin with a side leg lift. Read the rest of this entry »

I’ve always been a big fan of older women and the flames of my desire have been fanned over the years by lusting after my mother-in-law. Now I’ve known my widowed and celibate ma-in-law for more than 20 years and over that time I have taken every opportunity that came my way to peep at any part of her large and erotic form that might be put on display in a moment of carelessness. Luckily for me there have been an awful lot of such moments - Ma is very relaxed when she sits in her armchair and the combination of a low seat and a woman who can’t keep her knees together is always a potentially rewarding one. My “rewards” have been innumerable - I’ve memorised every fold and crease of her pantie-clad pussy and monitored the change from tight nylon panties (very clinging and very revealing - the shadow of her pubic bush was often clearly visible through the sheer material as I peeped up her skirt in the late 70’s to mid 80’s) to sensible cotton briefs (less clinging but more likely to slide up into her cleft, outlining clearly the deep slit I long to run my tongue along). The occassional tuft of curly hair escaping at the side has also delighted me and I’ve noted the change from the dark auburn of her middle age to a more “salt and pepper” hue now she is in her 60’s. The best sightings, however, have come when Ma has been wearing her nightdress - not a promising garment, she tends to wear them up to the neck and down to well below the knee. Nevertheless, two incidences have fuelled my fantasies in recent years. The first was 5 or 6 years ago when she was in her late 50’s. We went around to ma-in-law’s house early one Saturday morning. She was expecting just my wife to be calling on her so when she opened the door she wasn’t wearing a robe - just a long green cotton nightdress. Despite her coyness in hiding herself behind the door as we came in she had to pass me to go upstairs to dress. Her tits were swinging free and heavy (she has a fine big pair of 42D’s)and I could easily see the outline of both nipples. I’d seen them before “in the flesh” when she got careless with her towel while changing on the beach. On that occassion they had been semi-erect but now they were nice and hard and a good half inch long. Many women of her age have tits that are wrinkled and drooping - but hers were still full and they were rolling and swaying nicely as she hurried up the stairs, and her nipples were still pointing forward, pushing at the thin material like two cigar butts.

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My name is Elaine, I am well over forty years of age and I make a living doing something very kinky, soiling my panties. I place ads in various adult publications offering my worn and abused panties for sale, along with a few photos of my hair covered naked body in various lewd poses. Sometimes I even send a photo of myself while I am in the process of dirtying the particular pair of panties I send.

You may think what I do is silly, but you should see how many inquiries I receive for my worn panties daily. It is astounding how many individuals desire the soiled panties of this extremely hairy and horny girl. So as you can imagine I purchase panties by the gross, in various styles and colors. Some of my clientele ask for a specific way that I might dirty the pair I send them. I use the term clientele because not all my customers are men. There are a lot of ladies out there that love a good pair of soiled panties that are not their own.

One woman sent me her own nude photos and requested that I take off a pair and play with myself while at the same time stuffing the panties inside my moist pussy to absorb all my hot, sticky love juices. Then, not to remove them until I had at least two good orgasms all over them. That was just fine for me, it made me extremely hot, and I certainly did my very best for her. By the time I was finished with them they were soaked entirely with my warm juices. The hot liquid just came gushing out of me as I rubbed my rigid clit sore and groped each of my melons as they jiggled about excitedly.

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Whew! Was that a close call last night! I almost got caught in a MOST compromising position! And if we’d been caught, all hell would have broken loose. Actually, we did get caught, and it turned into the hottest night of sex I’ve ever had! My name is Doris, and I’m nineteen years old. I’m writing this on my girlfriend’s computer, with her help. I’m five foot eight inches tall, and I have a nice, but slim, 34C-20-33 figure, what a lot of guys call sexxxy! I am very proud of my sexy legs, and love to show them off. I have long dark brown hair that reaches my waist, and greenish-grey eyes. I have some freckles that run across my nose and cheeks, and many guys tell me that this makes me look “sweet & innocent”…little to THEY know! Anyway, I was at my friend’s house in the afternoon, and we were talking about our boyfriends and such. Vicky is a gorgeous blonde, and we both keep or hair about the same length. She has startling blue eyes, and a nice shape, but a bit “curvier” than mine. Vicky measures 35D-22-35, and she has very dark and large nipples that drive her boyfriends nuts. Vicky loves to show off by putting rouge on her nips and wearing thin blouses without a bra. A real flirt! Her mom came in and said that she was going to meet Vicky’s dad in the city for dinner, and they wouldn’t be home until late. She reminded Vicky to get her homework done (we both go to a local college), and that there was dinner in the refrigerator. Her mom said I could stay and eat with Vicky, and since I had my own apartment, I figured “why not?” Her mom got all dolled up, and we saw her off. Then we got into talking about the really GOOD stuff. You know, how big this guy is, or how good, or the way he sucks pussy, and on and on. This went on through dinner, and we were both laughing and having fun. We went back into Vicky’s bedroom and started to tell each other some fun fantasy ideas. Vicky said that she wanted to ride in her boyfriend’s van, in the back where there aren’t any windows, and take off her clothes and get herself off while he drove down the freeway at night! Neat stuff huh? Mine was just as wild, and I told her that I wanted to suck off my current boyfriend, but I wanted to do it while hidden under a table in a posh restaurant. We laughed and wondered if our boyfriends ever had these wild ideas (I know you guys do — so exciting!) Vicky asked me if I had ever wondered what guys saw in kissing girls, and I said yes, I had wondered about it. We’d both seen a porno tape at my place one night, one that my boyfriend rented, and it had two girls going at each other hot and heavy. I never told Vicky that I got turned on by that scene, even though I thought of myself as straight. Then Vicky almost floored me.

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Everyone at my new job was nice to me. Of course none of them knew from looking at me that I was such a kinky female. Even Todd, who worked in my section, did not seem to notice, even though he did befriend me immediately upon my arrival. Yet, he was the tall, rugged, handsome younger man type, while I was the shorter pudgier older female. So it actually seemed unusual that Todd was even talking to me, let alone carrying on a lengthy conversation showing he was more than interested with me.

This took place my first day as we agreed to have lunch together in the company’s cafeteria area. Although he was conservative in his manners, his language was quite the opposite. Mostly risqué at times, and the lewd subject matters of which he often made reference to, really made me hot. The hell with sexual harassment in the workplace, I loved it. You see he was talking about underwear, his to be more precise. Todd evidently had quite a passion for it and his collection was rather intriguing.

As he spoke so candidly, he confessed how embarrassed he was becoming by telling me all about her intimate apparel, but I urged him to continue, as I and my ever growing wet pussy were definitely hanging on his every word. As he continued, he seemed a bit flushed, yet leaned closer as our bodies touched. It was absurd. I know, yet it was as though he could not contain himself and his obsession with his own undergarments. He was a very kinky young man indeed.

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When I was home from college last summer, my parents introduced me to a lady from Thailand, called Kitty, who was staying at the house of one of our friends. Kitty was spending a few months in England as a guest of Mike and Louise, our neighbours - as her late husband had known Mike through some business deals. I was soon introduced to Kitty as she was both a regular visitor to our house and I looked after Mike’s garden in my vacation. Nothing really struck me about her; she was petit, had short dark hair, pleasant, spoke English very well and had a tendency to dress in baggy sweaters and trousers. We got on ok and when we talked I found out she was 48, and, as I have said, was a widow.

Last August when both my parents and Mike and his wife were away, Kitty asked me if I could take her out for the day. (My parents had already suggested that I could run her around in the car). I asked her where she would like to go and her choice was to go to one of the historic houses open to the public. Well we fixed it up, agreed the place and the time to meet and I prepared myself for what seemed to be an ok day out.

Well things didn’t turn out as I expected. First off, Kitty was late getting ready. I called round for her on a hot day and she wasn’t downstairs yet. Second, I had run out of cash and had to get to the bank which would mean a detour and third, the biggest suprise of all was when Kitty came downstairs. As I said, I had been used to seeing her in shapeless baggy comfortable clothes but the person that came down the stairs was something else. Gone were those clothes and in their place
was a beautiful woman dressed in a pink skirt suit with a white silk blouse that was tight to her ample bosom. He hair had been cut and styled in a short bob. High heels meant she was now almost shoulder height to me; she was exquisitely made up and I could smell her fruity perfume yards away. It was a transformation!
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This has come to be a standard at all my private intimate parties with younger men. Once they have arrived and we have begun to socialize, I announce it is time to start serving my world famous cream puffs. It is just a little something that I whipped up with an ex husband of mine. We were having fun one evening when we stumbled upon this unique, kinky treat. They are so easy to prepare and oh so yummy to eat.

First, you need a willing receptacle, which is me. Then, once I am totally naked and in a receiving position, preferably with my hot ass high in an almost vertical angle, we begin. I like to use flavored, water based lubricant. My favorite is lemon, but you may choose what you like to eat. Some like to use actual food, such as chocolate sauce and pudding.

Let us suppose you want to make one for yourself. Once you have chosen the flavor you like you apply an ample amount of lubricant all over his trusty cock. Then you do the same for your eager and more than willing receptacle. Once finished with the preparations, you are ready to begin.

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My younger lover, whose name I cannot reveal, is a real police officer in our fair metropolitan city. When we first began seeing each other I could not believe my good fortune. This was not only because this muscular black male was beautiful, but he came equipped with hand cuffs, and more than one big black night stick. He certainly was well trained in all their tactical uses.

I was stopped on a routine traffic violation late one evening when returning home from one of downtown’s trendier restaurant night clubs. Realizing where I had been he began to show more than a strong interest in me. So much in fact, that he arranged to stop by my apartment the following day after his shift had ended. It was a Sunday so I was still in my bed cloths when he pounded on the door in a rather menacing manner. Fearing what might happen I timidly opened the door and was subjected to a not so routine search once he gained entrance.

My mind raced wildly as his big strong hands roamed everywhere over my shivering body. The he demanded I disrobe allowing him to “strip search” me more thoroughly for any hidden contraband. I was amazed at the length and girth of just his middle finger as he spent time examining my vaginal and anal cavities. What he found was that it made my thick nipples extremely hard and highly excitable at that point. He seemed pleased with his findings and had me lead him into my bedroom.

I know it was much more than role playing from the time he entered my place, but the more we got into it, the hotter I became. My juices were seeping from my shaven pussy and my female scent permeated the entire room as I looked at the size of his big black dick. I actually resembled his nightstick it was so big and black. He was not much for words aside from ordering me to assume the position as his big strong hands roamed freely over my semi naked body. He removed the rest of my clothing quickly and replaced his hands with his lips and lengthy tongue. The more he kissed ad licked my nakedness the louder my moans of pleasure became and the wetter my body.

My knees grew weak at one point and started to shake as his serpent like tongue slithered up between my open legs as I lay back on the bed for him and raised them up high into the air letting him know he could do what he pleased with me. I grabbed hold of both my ankles as he rocked my thighs and ass back and forth across his slippery tongue. He ran it up and down the length of my ass crack making me cry out for more. His fingers toyed and pinched my erect nipple to the point of making me cry out in passion. The size of his dick just seemed to get bigger by the moment until I actually heard myself begging for him to stick it inside of me and make me cum.

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Women with long, silky flowing hair have always had a unique effect on me. Just watching those sexy models in the thirty second hair commercials would have my cock stiff with desire as I watched their long tresses cascading down over their shoulders and onto their backs. I know not why, just that a woman’s hair has the most sexual stimulus for me. Even as a senior in high school the girls with the longest or curliest hair always got my undivided attention. I never dated a girl unless she had hair. Lots and lots of hair.

Then my college years introduced me to yet another fetish I was not even aware existed, female body hair. Many of the girls were into the freedom movements and letting it all hang out by not wearing bras or panties. The natural look took on an even more importance to some as they stopped shaving their legs and underarms, not to mention trimming those pretty pubic hairs covering their most private parts.

Soon I became infatuated by these bohemians of sorts. I dated as many as I could, searching for the one that possessed the most hair covering their naked female anatomy. Susan was my gemstone of a find. She was not tall or slender, but her demure frame was saturated with dark silky hair. She was American, but with an ancestry from one of those foreign countries in the Ukraine, where women are extremely hairy. So it was only natural for her to do the same. However there is one slight additional twist to this story.

Susan attended the school of course, but not as a student, but rather as a Professor. I was enrolled in one of her classes and fell in love with the moment I laid eyes on her. She was in her mid forties I presumed, I never am one to ask a lady her age. It is just not proper. Susan was a hairy vision of loveliness yet everyone else made fun of her hairy body behind her back. This is how I first found out about her and why I enrolled in her class, after all anthropology was not going to get me a job, not that I was seeking a career back then.

Even her face had traces of hair on it as I would lick and nuzzle her fuzzy soft skin. He armpits in particular were covered with large patches of hair growth. I remember how excited I was the first time we made love and I got to explore every inch of her naked body from top to toes. Her legs were covered with dark hair that was curly and it went all the way up and into the crack of her meaty ass cheeks too. Her pussy was a treasure chest for hair lovers as it filled the glorious triangle between her legs, making her moist lips at times hard to find because it had become so thick from not trimming.

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Mrs. Adams and her husband moved next door to us when I was thirteen. Her husband had been transferred to one of the fortune five hundred corporations in the nearby city. They seemed to get along fine until I was sixteen or seventeen. Since they lived next door I was always hired when their walk needed shoveling of snow, leaves cleared in fall, and grass cutting in the summertime. Mr. Adams was at work so often he never had time for working around the household. Mrs. Adams always would call me over and enlist my youthful aid for what ever projects she had to have completed.

I was always too glad to help as Mrs. Adams was really good looking, but most important was her shape. She had the biggest tits I had ever seen. Everyone of my friends used to make remarks about them, even a few of my own family members mentioned how big they were. It was just fine with me as I always got to go into the house with her when working and secretly ogle her well endowed chest.

I guess with all the time he spent working the two of them drifted apart and they became separated and finally divorced by the time I was nineteen. I felt sorry for Mrs. Adams who always seemed so pleasant and now it was as if she was always sad and lonely. Now it seemed she needed more of my help around her place and even seemed to want me to spend more of my time with her after my work to keep her company. Oddly enough, I began to notice a change in her attitude towards me. At least it seemed that way. Once in winter when I was clearing her walk and driveway she invited me in for some hot soup afterwards. Usually she wore dresses or slacks, but that particular day she admitted feeling tired and was still dressed in her bedclothes.

However, all I could see was the soft terry cloth robe she wore tied loosely about her trim waist. Her big tits kept the top open enough so I could sneak a glimpse of her big, soft titties when she was not looking. Of course when she bent over in front of me, placing the bowl of soup onto the table, I half expected to have a tit flop out as well as I gazed deeply between her huge crevice of fleshy mounds. Her smell was intoxicating as she had on sweet smelling perfume. Her hair was done up, which I thought odd for some one who was so tired, not to mention she had also taken the time to do her make up.

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