Category: masturbation

The Back Rub

I gave her a ride home from the bar. She was in that drunk, affectionate mood she gets when she wants attention. We sat in the car for a few minutes, making out. We’d done this enough now that I no longer felt any guilt over it. It wasn’t anything her husband hadn’t seen her do at the bar when she was in one of these moods. Well, it was a little more serious, involving tongue, but still just playing around as far as she was concerned. The fact that her husband was also my best friend is what triggered the guilt the first couple of times we did this. We’d talked about it and he’d more or less said if she wants to do it, go for it.

We broke for air and she asked if I wanted to come in. I said sure, knowing full well that she would offer maybe a beer, some conversation, and nothing more. After all, her husband would be asleep in the next room.

I sat on a daybed that, with a couple of bolster cushions, doubled as a couch in their living room. She went into the kitchen and brought us a couple of beers, sitting next to me, but not too close.

“Gary must have passed out. I could hear him snoring when I walked by the hall.”

“He has an early day tomorrow,” I said.

“How are you with neck rubs?” she asked. “I have this kink that’s driving me nuts.” (more…)

In Arrears

“Please sit down,” Nancy said to Miss Danon, “would you care for some coffee?” “This isn’t a social call, Mrs. Wyatt,” Ellie Danon shot back stiffly, I want to keep this meeting to strictly business.” “Uh, sure,” Nancy stammered, “I just thought….” Ignoring the flustered woman, Ellie Danon opened up her brief case and pulled out a thick file, the Nancy could see had the name “Wyatt” spelled out in big red letters. After opening the file and thumbing through a few pages, Miss Danon place the file on the kitchen table, crossed her arms, and said, “Your eight months behind in your mortgage payments, and from what I can see, you have absolutely no way making up what you already owe, let alone all your future obligations.” Nancy fidgeted in her seat, while waiting for Miss Danon to finish. “Now,” Miss Danon continued, “I feel that the bank’s only option is to repossess, but if you have anything to add, I’m listening.” “Well,” Nancy stumbled, “you see, we’ve had a lot of bad luck lately, with my husband’s passing away, and I’ve been sick and missed a lot of work….”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Miss Danon interrupted, “all of that’s in your file, and much as I sympathize with your predicament, the bank is certainly not a charitable institution, and even though your mother carried you for nine months, we at Bank & Trust will not.” Nancy was just about to respond, when her eighteen year old daughter Erin came into the kitchen to get a snack. “How’s it going, mom,” Erin asked, as she poured herself a glass of milk?” “Uh, okay, dear,” her mom replied, “could you please excuse us honey, we still have a lot to go over?.?” “No prob,” Erin answered, “I’ll be in watching television.” As Erin left the kitchen, Ellie Danon couldn’t take her eyes off the ass of the cute teenager, and asked, “What’s her name?” “Erin,” came the quick reply, “she’s my one and only.” “”She’s very pretty,” commented Miss Danon, “how old is she?” “She’ll be nineteen in about three weeks,” Nancy responded, while Miss Danon, still looking at the open door Erin had just passed through, just said, “Hmmmmm.”
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My Boyfriend Left Me

My boyfriend and I had purchased a two bedroom rancher in a rather upscale neighborhood and had been in it about eight months when I came home from work to find he had left me. There was just a short note that said he wasn’t ready to settle down into family life, sorry. Of course my life came crashing down on me, I had no inclination that he felt that way, he always seemed happy and I was totally devastated by this turn of events in my life.

A couple of days later, I was sitting on my front step with the note in my hand, crying like a baby when my neighbor, Irene, came over to see why I was in tears. We weren’t really friendly but always said hello and sometimes made small talk, but it was a shoulder to cry on, so I told her what happened. She let me pour my heart out to her for which I was very grateful and gave me the attention I needed most right then, the fact somebody cared about my life. She wrapped her arms around me and consoled me so that I began to feel better about myself and my situation.

When I stopped crying she invited me over to her place for dinner, telling me that her husband traveled on business three to five days a week and she hated to eat alone. I was in no mood to cook but was certainly hungry, so I accepted without any hesitance and we went over to her house for dinner.
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They Helped Themselves

Beth and I were not into swinging. Neither of us had ever had a sex partner other than each other but Beth did like for me to play with her tits and pussy in public places. Not to be watched, just for me to secretly finger fuck her without anyone noticing. The fact that it was in a public place with us surrounded by people really turned her on. One of our favourite places for doing this was in crowded bars. On these occasions Beth would only wear shoes, mini skirt and tee shirt. This was so I could get easy access to her body. We had been playing these games for about a year when things took a dramatic change.

We had gone into this bar, not one of our regular places. We liked it immediately as it was very crowded. We pushed our way up to the bar. I ordered drinks and whilst the black barman was getting them I turned to Beth who had placed one foot on the foot-rail of the bar and leaned slightly forward. I slid my hand down her tummy and under her very short skirt and began to rub her pantiless shaved pussy. I began sliding my finger in and out of her wet pussy. Being in the midst of this noisy crowd was very exciting for both of us. Beth had her eyes closed and was doing that little murmuring hum she does when she is turned on.

The barman returned with the drinks so I had to remove my hand from her pussy to pay him. I took a sip of my drink and when I put my hand back under her skirt there was another guy’s hand fingering her pussy. I was temporarily stunned. I couldn’t believe that one of these guys would have the guts to do something so brazen. He just looked at me and smiled. I looked at Beth; she hadn’t opened her eyes and was still murmuring away. She either didn’t know or didn’t care whose finger was up her just so long as she was getting pleasure.
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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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Over Developed Clit

Mary Pekin sat in the back row of the high school class room almost unable to look any of the other women in the face. This was so embarrassing! She had lost complete control over her sex drive because of her over developed clitoris! She had been to six doctors and each and every one of them gave her the same diagnosis: Hyper Clitoral Dysfunction. Good grief, she had never even heard of it until her own organ ballooned up until it actually looked like a little penis! There were at least twelve other women present, and Mary wondered if they were stuck in the same leaky boat as she was. Her last doctor had recommended she attend this special class to help her cope with her problem. This was the first of seven scheduled meetings and Mary was nervous to say the least! Several of the other women were talking in subdues voices when a firm voice resounded, “If we could all take our seats, we can get started!”

Mary looked up to find the location of the voice and was a little taken a back when she discovered that the voice belonged to an absolutely stunning blonde of about thirty five or so! The group quickly quieted down as everyone’s attention gravitated to the blonde. “Good evening ladies, my name is Veronica Knight, but since this will be an informal class you may call me Roni!” “You’re all here for the same reason, so we might as well get down to it right away!” It was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop as everyone in the class stared impassively at Veronica Knight! “I’ve found that best way to get comfortable with the situation is for everyone to remove all their clothing from the waist down,” Roni said evenly. So if everyone is quite ready, let’s get started!” Red faces began popping out all across the room and no one made a move to remove any clothing. “Come now ladies,” Roni admonished, “let’s get on with it!” With their heads hung down the women slowly began taking off their skirt, dresses, and slacks before sliding panties down and over their hips. If anyone had cared to notice, Veronica Knight was joining in and taking off her clothes as well!
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Motel Slut

As a clerk in a rather run-down motel, I see some pretty wild stuff. We get our share of prostitutes…I suppose any motel has that. Once, I rented a room to a young lady and six gentlemen. And then there are the cheaters. Those are always easy to spot.

One such couple had been using the motel as a love nest for several weeks. Their names were Dan and Gina, aka “Mr. and Mrs. Smith”. From the outset, their tryst was obvious. They always arrived and left in separate cars, and were always all over each other.

Dan is a very handsome, well built man of about 5’11”. Gina is a redhead, slightly big-boned but pretty nonetheless, her tits very firm and only slightly smaller than my 36-D’s. I was immediately attracted to both of them from the outset, and my imagination ran wild every time they came in for a roll in the hay.
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Jill In Need

“Oh god I’m cumming,” Jill screamed, “don’t stop now, faster, faster!” Josh increased the pace of his fucking, trying to drive his hard prick all the way through the hot little bitch lying beneath him. He had fucked quite a few girls in his time, but never had he met one with such a prodigious sexual appetite! He had know Jill for only about two weeks, and already she was fucking him to death! Now he knew why his friend Rick had said it was okay for him to take her out, because he was trying to get out of an almost impossible situation–a woman who had much more sexual energy than he did! At first it seemed wonderful, that a beautiful woman would let you have her whenever you wanted to. The only problem was that when you were finished, she was just getting started! Josh was trying to think of someone he could palm her off to, but at the moment this little minx was doing her best to finish him off right then and there!
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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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