cunnilingus Erotic Stories

This story happened to me in the month of August. I am a young man, but I have always dreamed of performing cunnilingus on a mature woman, over 50 years old. And that it would be complete. With hairy pussy. This is such a perverted desire. Fortunately, it’s the 21st century, there is the Internet and dating sites.

I posted an advertisement on one of the dating sites that a young man would meet a mature and plump woman. Two days later Irina wrote to me; she was 54 years old. And she was full. Everything was as I wanted. After talking on the site, she told me how lonely she was, she wanted tenderness and affection. In general, we agreed to meet at her home. I didn’t even have to drive, I walked to her house in 10 minutes. Going to Irina, I was a little worried, like anyone going towards their dream.

Arriving at her house and at the entrance, I called the intercom, Irina opened it for me, and I began to go up to her floor. She was already waiting for me at the open door. Oooh... When... continue reading

This happened a week ago. I'll tell you about myself first: I'm a second-year college student, 161 cm tall, good waist, firm ass, but not very large breasts.

So, a week ago I was getting ready for school and decided to wear my very short skirt. In general, all my skirts are short, but even for me this one is already revealing. Well, I wanted to. She barely covered her bottom, so on the stairs or when she bent over slightly, everything was visible. She also wore black stockings and a thong. The thong, however, had just come out of the wash and the stripe was noticeably rubbing in the ass. But it’s okay, I got ready.

I live not far from where I study, I got there in about 8 minutes. Of course, there was not a very pleasant sensation in my butt because of the thong. The first class was math, so I wasn't in much of a hurry. When I undressed and walked to the audience, all the boys looked at me sweetly, as my friend later said, my ass was visible to the naked eye. There is one boy in my... continue reading

I was a hired programmer. As a result of the fact that I was not satisfied with work in my native province due to the low salary, I moved to the nearest big city - largely under the influence of my girlfriend, in many ways - of my own free will, and largely because one of the aspiring entrepreneurs I knew offered to work for him privately in this city. My girlfriend - my Baby - was just about to enter a university in the same metropolis.

Everything was very, very good with her. By mutual recognition, we satisfied each other much better than all our previous bed partners. Naturally, we loved each other. And they forgave a lot, especially since my Baby came into my life when I was slowly chewing on my fifth depression - as always, associated with another painful breakup of a love relationship, and was already ready to despair and put an end to women, in the sense of a positive attitude to them. She literally revived in me my love for the world and for women. She just came and began to... continue reading

We were going to Eilat to have sex. Of course, it is absolutely not necessary to travel 600 kilometers to the Red Sea for this, and therefore it was officially considered that we were going to unwind and relax. In my opinion, you can relax and unwind while sitting at home, but for some reason people like to go on vacation (with emphasis on traveling). Apparently the trip symbolizes the transition to a state of rest. A person cannot sit at work or at home and suddenly immediately relax. We need a smooth transition to a “resting state,” which is what happens on the way there.

Moreover, it is generally accepted that the further we travel, the better the quality of rest. By this logic, Cyprus cannot be compared with Australia, and Eilat, accordingly, is much cooler than Tel Aviv. We had never fucked before and of course we were all in anticipation. She looked like a girl - thin, agile.

The car went down the serpentine road, our hands lay on each other’s genitals and made leisurely move... continue reading

It was on New Year's holidays. Before this experiment, my girlfriend and I had not seen each other for more than two weeks. During this time, she and I made many plans, including intimate ones, for the day of the long-awaited meeting. “Unconventional” was also planned. In one of the correspondences, Yanochka simply said: let’s try). I, as an honest gentleman, one might say, a knight devoted to the heart of his lady, did not go “to the left” during this time. I think she does too. Therefore, that night we, hungry for carnal pleasures, were ready for much.

Of course, we didn’t start experimenting right away. First, as usual after a long separation, a sea of affection and passionate classic sex. But let's get down to business. Before the second “approach,” specifically to set Yanochka in the right mood, I caressed her ass with my finger during cunnilingus, and after that I massaged it with my tongue for a long time. Contrary to all the rumors I had heard earlier, I did not feel any unpl... continue reading

My name is Lyosha. I am 22 years old. I live in Moscow. I first tried erotic massage when I was 19 years old. Since then, I have visited different salons, as well as private masseuses. But one girl stood out to me in particular. One day I was driving home from work on the subway. And suddenly the idea came to my mind to go for an erotic massage; I wanted some release. I entered the corresponding request on the Internet and was given one wonderful salon, not far from the metro. I was right on my way. I went to their website, looked at the prices and I was happy with everything.

I called them and agreed that I would come over soon. Had arrived. The administrator showed me to the room and asked me to wait. Soon she brought me several girls to choose from. The age ranged from approximately 20 to 27 years. Everyone is very nice. For some reason I liked one brunette the most. She was quite tall, with a good figure, and a cute tattoo on her tummy.

And I chose her. Her name was Katya. When... continue reading

Seryoga and Svetka had been married for twelve years. Of course, at first the sex was constant and passionate. Then, when I became a habit, I did it less and less.

But there is one thing. They got married in Soviet times, and now, when enterprises were closed one after another, it was difficult. However, both Seryoga and Svetka did not lose their jobs; moreover, they found additional income. This is where the problems started. Because either one or the other was not at home. Then they realized what life without sex means.

But sometimes their weekends coincided. This is the coincidence I want to talk about.

This time not only the weekend coincided, but Seryoga also took an additional day off.

We've been home since lunch. After work, Seryoga took a nap, and Svetka worked with her daughters. Then Seryoga checked his homework, and Svetka slept a little. Finally, everyone gathered together in the kitchen for evening tea. And then the daughters announced that since they had a celebra... continue reading

This Happened last Year, Hope you guys like it...

Hi, thank you for your story page. I get wet reading them so I wanna share my personal experience here with others. I am a 24 year old student from Gulf studying at UPNG and shared this thingy with my best friend Leonie last month. BTW This is completely true.

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Every time I go over to my best friend’s room at the campus, I always hope that something’s going to happen between us. Leonie’s from Morobe, same age and built as me and we’re inseparable as twins. Like me, she’s so naughty and cheeky at times. We’re always cuddling or hugging and she’s constantly touching me whenever she can. Not in naughty places, although I wouldn’t mind if she did that. So still there was no kissing or sexual contact.

I’m not a lesbian so I guess I’m just bi-curious since I have such interest in her which is unusual because I don’t feel this way about any of my other girlfriends. I do have dirty conversations and talk to them about my sexual experiences... continue reading

... Desire burned them. He pressed his lips to hers and she reciprocated. This time they had no time for tenderness. I wanted to release those wild animal feelings that sit in everyone. He undressed her with unusual rudeness, and she, in turn, enjoyed her helplessness.

- Take me. I want to be your whore. - she said. And now these words were sweet as honey to his ears.

She knelt down and watered his lower abdomen with kisses, and her hands did not gently walk over his body as usual, but dug her nails into his back and buttocks. Now he had no time for pain, he understood perfectly well that in front of him was no longer a modest girl, but a slutty, passionate lioness who thirsts for love. He was exhausted with impatience to plunge his hot and excited member into her sweet mouth, and she, seeing this, was in no hurry to make concessions.

- I can’t take it anymore, take it! - he said in an uneven, shaking voice, practically begging.

Now she was in charge, and it gave him pleasure t... continue reading

The country house I needed appeared ahead, the navigator confirmed it. I parked, turned off the engine and headed towards the house. It was about 11 pm, but this house was not sleeping, it was bursting with the raging peals of club music and dazzling flashes of lighting equipment.

- Well, go ahead guy. - I said and rang the doorbell.

The door was opened by a completely unfamiliar guy who didn’t even pay any attention to me, he still continued to drink beer from his bottle and shake his head to the rhythm of the music. Well, okay, I thought and headed deeper into the house, making my way through the crowd of drinking and dancing boys and girls.

- Great, Max! - A heavy hand fell on my shoulder.

This would be my friend Zhenya.

- Hello. - I answered and took the bottle he handed me.

- How long ago did you start?

- Yes, about an hour ago. - Zhenya answered me and took a sip from his glass.

- She is here? - I asked, slowly looking around the crowd.

- Yes, but she seems not... continue reading

I met this girl on the Internet. I just picked her nickname out of many others by chance. Word for word, and we started talking. Her name was Sveta, she lived in Omsk, she was a brunette with a beautiful and slightly sad face. And ten months older than me. She was already in an unsuccessful marriage, and her life was quite battered, her ex-husband beat her and walked around.

Soon we started communicating on telegram. I heard her, but did not see her, as I soon learned, she lived modestly and did not have a good smartphone. Her voice, photographs and our conversations in general formed a single whole for me. I wanted her passionately.

While taking a shower, I often closed my eyes and imagined how I carefully undressed Svetlana, how she raised her hands up, and I took her jacket over her head... carefully unfastened her bra... She looks at me, and her eyes say " just don't offend."

Do you think she's looking up at me, about to give me a blowjob? Not at all! I am indifferent to blow... continue reading

The story is true, only the names have been changed. Juan and Conchita lived in the suburbs of Madrid. They have been together for many years, but their love and sexual passion for each other has not subsided at all. On this day they were going to fly on vacation to the Mediterranean island of Aphrodite. In the morning they took care of each other. Juan gave his beloved wife cunnilingus, from which she almost always came well. And he himself did not come yet, he decided to save more sexual tension before traveling together. And for good reason!

The flight was not long, and now they were already at the hotel. It’s hot, so we immediately went swimming. It was already evening, the sky was dawning, and it was gradually getting dark. The couple went onto the pier, Juan jumped from it, and Conchita went down into the water. Let's swim. They loved to swim and knew how to do it well. We sailed away from the shore. There were yachts in the distance, but there were no people nearby, no one was... continue reading

You're wearing a tight, short dress that barely reaches a third of your thigh. The cream dress fits your body so that I can clearly see all its curves and folds. The nipples on your breasts stretch the thin material, and the left one bounces slightly in time with the beating of your heart. I kneel down in front of you and bring my face closer to your thighs. I kiss the leg just below the hem of the dress.

My hands go to your hips and begin to lift your dress. It is very short and now your red, silk panties with a guipure front are already visible. You pull your dress over your head and I can see your body. The openwork bra raises the elastic mounds high.

I touch the material of my panties with my lips, and I feel how wet and hot you are already in THAT place. The smell of a clean woman wanting sex drives me crazy. You yourself, pull your panties down your hips, and your smoothly shaved pussy appears to me. I run my tongue along the gap separating the labia and feel your taste.

Ou... continue reading

A chic invention of mankind is a cell phone. At the present time, you even wonder how you lived without it before. So I, having become the owner of this invention, appreciated its merits. I was delighted with the fact that literally from anywhere in the city I can call friends, acquaintances, business partners. And if suddenly they are busy or unavailable, you send an SMS message, and they call you back. It is now that the phone has ceased to be just a phone, it is now more of a computer with a phone function, and then it was practically “cool”. At one time, I was very addicted to one SMS service - “SMS dating”. I figured out how to use this service not immediately, but then it “started”. An announcement message, an introduction, a bunch of messages, an announcement again, etc. etc. There was a sea of time for this, I had to earn extra money in a private security company, all night long I was doing just that. That's how I met a sweet, passionate plump who really wanted to meet.

It wa... continue reading

Marinka didn't have an awl in her ass. Just like other items. Somehow: springs, Duracel batteries, dynamos and the rest that charges her with irrepressible energy. At my hint about the presence of the above-mentioned objects in her ass, she turned on the bed on her stomach, spread her buttocks with her hands:

- Look! There is nothing!

Looked. Indeed, there is nothing. Why does she have so much energy? I’m already in the trash, I can’t move, but she keeps jumping, everything won’t calm down, she needs something. Ass like ass. Plump, soft, I love to feel her. Wow and hole. Slightly wrinkled, tightly compressed. And there is nothing in it.

- How can you see it? This must be sought.

- Search. You need it, you need it.

- A finger, right?

- And at least with a finger, if the rest does not work.

Uela, it's called. And it, the rest, really does not work. His head hung down, wrinkled, even worse than Marinka's hole, and there is not even a hint of an early resuscitation of the pat... continue reading

And there is a hole in the old woman. I've never been lucky with young girls. They didn't have success. Why dont know. In short, at the age of nineteen, I realized that it is much better to have a non-committal relationship with a woman over forty than to experience novels with peers with violent showdowns, jealousy, betrayals, lies. Of course, it was very difficult to get acquainted with adult ladies and divorce them for sex, but it was possible. So he lived until the age of 23. Until I graduated from college and got a job. This is where I got into a story.

By that time I had a car, not the worst, but not the most interesting job either. I made a lot of money at the time. He lived with his parents, but did not want to work for their small business. He helped, of course, as far as possible. No more.

So. Once I drove by this same car to a friend who lives near the Universitet metro station. And, leaving his entrance, I noticed a completely gorgeous chick. That is, the first thing I... continue reading

What do we generally consider vulgarity in the modern world? Porn? Sex on the street? I think that the very concept of vulgarity is in our heads (yes, remember Sigmund Freud for me now). After all, sex is nature, it moves our thoughts, lures us into the mystery of the very appearance of a person. That is why I believe that all our tightness in this regard does not make sense (perhaps I am repeating the words of the great Marquis de Sade, but that is not the point).

I just want to plunge into this secret world of debauchery in the person of the young lady Marina, who indulges in carnal pleasures with great pleasure. These are just short notes, thoughts, fragments of time and emotions in this period.

PS Sorry for such frank lines and chaotic beginning. I would like to believe that these little notes, saturated with passion and vulgarity, will reveal your nature ...

Always yours Lina Wernicke (I will often delight you, my dear ones with my stories)

5.30

…Mmm! My head! Yes, it wa... continue reading

They agreed to meet in the city. Going to meet him, she went to the shower. Standing under jets of hot water, running a washcloth over her body, she imagined that it was his hands caressing her, slowly gently stroking her back, chest, stomach and further below ... After the shower, she had to choose clothes, she settled on her favorite set of black lingerie, including lace panties with white embroidery and a bust of the same color scheme. From above, she opted for a simple T-shirt and skirt, because she always left the most interesting thing only for him.

And now she sees him at the agreed place, and pure joy from the long-awaited meeting remains in her soul. As always after the meeting, they went to the store, picked up food and slowly went home.

Arriving home and putting everything in its place, they kissed slowly and sensually. Then she sat him on the sofa, turned off the light, lit a candle and turned on the music "in the mood." It was, of course, the song - Sam Brown "Stop". T... continue reading

She appeared above the water in a sparkling golden halo, twisting her wet hair into a short spiral. She moved quickly to the edge of the pool, squinted in the sun and shone. A gentle tan spread over her body, wrapping it in something resembling a bathing suit transparent, like thin slime. The woman shook her head and stepped onto the ledge, gracefully lifting her sculpted leg. Olga swallowed and got up from her chair. She continued to watch the beautiful bather from under the orange mesh canopy, but still shivering from the heat. Elsa - that was the name of the woman - winked at her, passing by: a barely perceptible wave of fresh moisture reached Olga, trailing behind her like a train.

The girl replied with a faint smile. The feeling of coolness was so fleeting that it was only annoying, so she dumped a glass of cold water on her head and shrugged her slightly plump toasty shoulders. Then she put on her slippers and trotted along the circular path, from which Eliza's wet footprints h... continue reading

It was a very hot summer, and only in the evening it was possible to somehow take a walk and have fun on the street. It was then that their unforgettable walk began, a walk that she remembered for a long time ...

Lena and Volodya had known each other for about two months. Almost a week after the first minutes of communication, they began to meet. Vladimir was handsome and savvy, his physique was such that it was pleasant to look at, but it still didn’t seem like you were in front of an inflatable doll. Punchy and impudent, but at the same time gentle and affectionate, Lena liked him; the girl herself was pretty and well-built, rather slender. Her naivete, purity and fragility attracted Volodya, but so far they have not gone beyond a kiss goodbye near her front door. As soon as his bestial nature tried to get deeper, his heart immediately felt sorry for her romance, and he was afraid to damage this delicate creature.

So, on that hot summer evening, they headed to the amusement park.... continue reading