This story happened to me many years ago. It was the year two thousand.

My mother and I worked in the same organization. She had one friend there. At that time, she was closer to fifty, but despite the numbers, she was very slender, about seventy-five meters tall, weighing, I think, up to fifty-five kg, and had size four breasts. In short, as they say, she was in good condition and this person’s name was Irina. At that time, her husband, with whom she had lived for quite a long time, abandoned her and she was in a trance. But time took its toll and she slowly came to her senses. Sometimes my mother and I started talking about Irina, naturally not on my initiative, and I learned small but interesting details about her life. She was born in another city, got married in order to move to Moscow and get a residence permit. And as it turned out, Madame was always rather weak in the front. And she had a daughter, Olga, a couple of years younger than me. I didn’t know her, but only saw he... continue reading

I wanted to fuck a young chick. Not by age. By build. I wanted a thin, cute one, to crush, torment, kiss until unconscious and fuck. And in the immediate environment, the women were all perfect: fleshy, busty, big-assed. Even the nipples that stood along the route were not distinguished by their thin constitution. And I really wanted it, like a pregnant woman wants something and you can’t refuse her.

The neighbor's Yulka was washing the floor. More precisely, I washed it. In the pocket, they washed the floors one by one and now it was her turn. Yulka lived with her mother. After burying Vasil, Tatyana quickly consoled herself. “Cousins” and other “relatives” often stayed overnight with her. Yulka is not far from her mother and has already had her first abortion. She was like her parents. Each person jumped one and a half meters, and they shared their height with Yulka. It was civilized in a pocket with four apartments.

I brought an old coffee table, a couple of old armchairs, an... continue reading

My mother-in-law is a super woman. At 40, she looks like something that would make 25-year-olds jealous. And the femininity, elegance, thoroughbred grooming, and grace in her are simply off the charts. This is not to mention her elastic ass and very appetizing breasts, which she gladly shows off in all kinds of cleavages. And her perfume... As soon as she appears in our apartment, like a vision from another universe, I immediately smell the aroma of her perfume, and I get hard! No, my wife is also very beautiful and sexy, but she’s just a girl, her own kind - in jeans, a short top that reveals her flat stomach... I’m okay with sex, although maybe I’d like it more often...

And now my wife is pregnant. Everything seemed to be in order, but she was put into storage. And my mother-in-law and I found ourselves alone for several days.

That day I came home from work early and sat on the living room couch, lazily flipping through channels. After some time, the mother-in-law appeared. Wi... continue reading

Viktor Petrovich returned home a little faster than usual; he was released from work due to the lack of electricity at the plant. He worked as a machine operator at a sewing factory, a boring, daily job, without any career prospects. And in his personal life there is no beauty, a gray little wife, snotty offspring, even on vacation and he is busy digging potatoes instead of resorts.

But this year, my job didn’t allow me to take leave, so I had to work hard, and sent my wife to the village to live with her parents. After changing clothes and taking a shower, Viktor Petrovich went to the kitchen to prepare himself something to eat, when suddenly the doorbell rang. Surprised, Viktor Petrovich opened the door, looking with interest at who might come to him, because he doesn’t even really have friends, much less girlfriends. In front of the door stood a neighbor from the third floor, not a young, but very attractive woman, with a rather beautiful figure, for her age, and her appearance ca... continue reading

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

Once, I decided to take a steam bath with my wife in the bathhouse, and asked my mother-in-law to heat the bathhouse on Saturday when I returned from the night shift in the morning, but in the morning of that day they called my wife from work. She works at my hospital, so I urgently need to come in as a substitute.

After wandering around the house, I went to the bathhouse myself. The whole bathhouse was breathing heat and I undressed, took a dip in the shower and climbed into the steam room. I sat there for about twenty minutes when I heard a noise in the hallway, then my mother-in-law’s voice. How's the fever? - she asked. I replied, “everything is fine.”

About five minutes later, my naked mother-in-law came into the steam room, wearing only a hat on her head, and sitting down next to her, she said, “Don’t let the wood go to waste, I was heating for two, but I came alone,” and she laughed, son-in-law, don’t be shy, I’ve seen cockerels in my time, so You don't have to close yours.

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I was 18 years old, it was summer, I was driving home from a friend living in the village. I didn’t have time to catch the bus, so I caught a ride - a Kamaz. There were two people in the cabin - the driver (Kolya, it seemed) and the shift worker - Grisha, both of whom were about 45 years old.

It was summer, hot, I was in a short skirt and a T-shirt without a bra, because they were both staring at me, I began to get a little excited and my nipples stood up, sticking out through the T-shirt. By that time, I hadn’t had a man for almost a year (after Uncle Valera, I hadn’t fucked anyone else) and I really wanted to feel a dick in my pussy...

The road was long, it was evening, the men offered me a drink, Grisha went out to get champagne and it turned out that now I began to sit between them. While we were driving and chatting, I drank a bottle of champagne alone, and didn’t notice how drunk I was... Gradually Grisha began stroking my bare leg, getting closer to my panties, Kolya was ste... continue reading

Svetlana Andreevna decided to rent out one of the rooms of her 3-room apartment. After my daughter entered the university in St. Petersburg, the apartment, one might say, was empty. The son asked to live with his father, her ex-husband. After which she herself sometimes spent the night in her parents’ apartment, since it was practically near her work. Why not rent out a room to someone visiting? Svetlana Andreevna worked as an accountant at a factory, the salary was stable, but not “fat”.

The income from the proposed renting out of the room for housing would not be superfluous. I intended to hand over to women, girls, I would not like to see males. However, time passed, and there were no takers. There were calls, but after detailed questioning people refused. The reason was not the price, but the location. Finally, the bell rang. The voice was male, I wanted to immediately refuse, but the young voice on the other side of the phone said that he was satisfied with the price and locatio... 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

Opening the door softly, Cheryl peered into Tim's room. He lay on his bed on his stomach and enthusiastically examined a glossy magazine. Entering the room and closing the door behind her, she silently approached him and peered over his shoulder. On the page, a luxurious mature woman had sex with two men. One was a tall, muscular guy about 25 years old, and the other was still very young, about the age of Tim. A tall guy fucked a woman from behind, and she, standing on all fours, sucked a strong swollen penis of a guy. The boy was apparently close to orgasm, and accelerated the movements of the woman, clutching her hair and driving his cock as deep as possible into her bottomless throat. The pre-orgasmic expression on his face was very well captured by the photographer, and well conveyed all the dynamism and emotional richness of the scene.

- And you think your father will like it when he finds out that you take his magazines? Cheryl asked in a whisper.

Taken by surprise, Tim was c... continue reading

- Mom, Sergei will come to us today, I invited him. Look at how we live, get to know you. - Lily ran out of her room, making a ponytail out of her hair on the run.

- Well, in my opinion, it's time we get to know your boyfriend. - Elena picked up the bag loaded with groceries and went into the kitchen. Her daughter has been dating this guy for a month now. We met, as often happens now, at a disco. The daughter talked a little about him, it was still impossible to draw any conclusions, but something about this Sergei alarmed Elena. Her daughter is only 18, and her boyfriend is 21, but some kind of adult interest in Lily was felt in him.

At 17 o'clock the doorbell rang, and Lily rushed headlong to open it.

- Here, mom, this is Sergey! - The daughter enthusiastically introduced the tall, strong young man. He was not that handsome, but manly attractive. Especially his muscular shoulders and lanky eyes.

- Hello. Sergey politely bowed his head, and under his unwavering gaze Elena felt... continue reading

- So you're my sister? Very interesting! - Carefully examining the slender figure of a forty-year-old woman, Sergey Dmitrievich exclaimed.

Embarrassedly stepping under his immodest gaze, groping her breasts, blushing like a young girl, she clarified: - "But not a sister, but only a second cousin."

Excuse me, my name is Tonya. I'm not too strong in the family hierarchy. Explain to me what this means, second cousin?

- You see, your grandmother had a sister who gave birth to my mother, and your own grandmother gave birth to your father. My mom and your dad were cousins. Then, my mother got married and gave birth to me, and your father got married, after which you were born. We are with you, the offspring of cousins, brother and sister, which means that we are with you, we are second cousins.

- So, our relationship can be considered quite distant?

- Well, of course. In tsarist Russia, cousins were even allowed to marry. And for second cousins, even more so.

- You explained it t... continue reading

"I'm not evil. I'm not hurting you. I'm just very strict and fair... You like it, don't you?... Are you afraid??... That's right, be afraid!..."

This week seemed like an eternity. He is busy all the time. A lot of work. I was beginning to think that I would never see him again. I didn’t want anything, just to meet Him sooner. Every day I lived in a fog, hypnotizing the phone, waiting for a call. I began to slowly hate myself for being so attached to Him.

I haven't wanted to see anyone so much in a long time, I haven't missed anyone so much in a long time. Probably because He has not had time to offend me yet.

I covered myself with a warm blanket and curled up under it. The phone was always there. I slowly began to fall asleep with thoughts that today, probably, I won’t see Him, when suddenly the bell rang. It was he.

- Hello Princess! Are you home? I have some time, can I pick you up, can we sit somewhere in a cafe?

- Hi, of course! I'm already going!

The will to live again... continue reading

1. Meeting on the river

Standing over the flowing waters of Vetluzhanka, crouching low to the surface of the river, Oksana carefully washed her elastically raised breasts. Standing in the bushes, Timothy looked greedily at her protruding buttocks with cloven buttocks, and thirsted for her to the point of pain in the groin.

She had recently married, so her body still retained its former girlish slenderness and elasticity of forms, but it was already feminine, convex and unusually alluring.

He sometimes noticed that no, no, she would casually turn around at him, or, passing him, blushing in embarrassment, timidly greet him ... If they met without witnesses, and there were no strangers nearby, he tried to imperceptibly pinch her on the tight breasts, or frankly feel her feminine large ass. At the same time, she only blushed embarrassedly, and just as imperceptibly slapped him on an indiscreet hand, she swiftly slipped past him.

And, behold, fate brought them together on this deser... continue reading

My new secretary is just lovely - a charming creature: just a girl (she was 19 years old), she looked just great: wavy golden hair falling to her shoulders, big blue eyes, a little upturned cute nose, a charming mouth line, a thin graceful neck, high chest, which was noticeable despite the strict suit, thin waist, small ass and long beautiful legs. She was dressed, as I have already said, strictly: a gray skirt just above the knees, a jacket, under it a snow-white blouse, thin stockings, low-heeled shoes. And this naive cute look, which does not spoil her at all, but rather emphasizes her incredible sexuality, showing through in her every movement: gait, gestures, in the way she writes, works at a computer. At the same time, her sexuality is so natural and genuine, as if it was given to her from birth, which most likely is the case. This is how she appeared before me today, and the name of this incredible girl is Anya.

She did her job flawlessly all day. I saw her many times when she... continue reading

His doorbell rang. Opening it, Oleg Petrovich suddenly saw his daughter's girlfriend standing outside the threshold.

- Ksyusha? You! Here's a pleasant surprise! Hello! Lena, unfortunately, is not at home. Have you come to visit?

- How did you leave? After all, she wrote to me that she would be at home. What should I do then? - Confused girl asked.

- Come in, why are you standing outside the threshold. Should I not kick you out, since you came to visit us? Come in, come in, don't be shy.

Letting Ksyusha loaded with a large travel suitcase into the apartment, he stepped aside. Taking her heavy suitcase, he hardly carried it into the hallway.

- Hello, Uncle Oleg! Yes, of course, visit. Where did Lenochka go?

- Didn't she write to you that this summer she was going to go to Novosibirsk to her mother?

- Not. Ouch! What a pity! Lena left, and I ... appeared. What am I to do now?

- Nothing. Live and all.

- That's no luck! - with annoyance exclaimed the girl. - What should I ... continue reading

- You, spouses? - Tatyana Petrovna asked, realizing that they would most likely lie to her, but they were not going to lie.

- Not! What do you! We don't know each other at all! - In fright, waving her hands, the young woman answered. This man is not even familiar to me.

“We are really strangers to each other,” the elderly man confirmed to the professorial appearance.

- It's a pity, because I have only one free room left, for the spouses.

- Tell me, can we somehow share it? - Resigning herself to the prospect of living with a stranger to her man (a decent kind of person), Irina Sergeevna asked hopefully.

- Not. Hardly. There is only one double bed in it, there is not even a sofa, - anticipating what she would say, the hostess noticed.

- What do we do? The man asked her, somewhat confused. “I don’t have enough money to pay for two of her.

“I also don’t have extra money,” the woman supported him.

- I advise you to agree, and settle together. You will not quarrel among your... continue reading

The sun was slowly reddening, approaching the horizon, I could see the reflection of its rays on the sand of the beach. A cool breeze, smelling of algae, enveloped us, we were a small group of fellow students, we came after the lectures to have a little rest and swim. Last days of September, autumn.

I went to the dressing room, and dreamed of jumping into warm water as soon as possible, a lady of 40 years old, in a dressing gown, was standing by the booth. Probably lived near the beach. She smelled of expensive perfume and a towel covered her face. I stood silently and waited for my turn to use the booth, the lady lit a cigarette and came close to the booth. Finally, a girl jumped out of the booth and skipped to the stairs. My neighbor entered the booth. I saw her legs through the opening between the lower edge of the booth and the boardwalk on which this booth rested, I decided that this middle-aged lady occupied the booth for a long time and turned away towards the sea ... Then I h... continue reading

For some reason, it became terribly funny when, in a large woman who got out of a car I did not know, I recognized my mother's girlfriend - Tamara Lvovna, a neighbor on the porch from the fifth floor.

- Has the beauty come to get laid? – sarcastically flashed through my head. - What about the husband? Doesn't satisfy? Decided to scratch your manda about a stump in nature?

I heard in the morning at the entrance, how I hung noodles on my husband’s ears, that you were going to a lonely girlfriend who had a bad cold and could even stay until the morning, depending on her condition.

- A decent woman came out on the panel? He smiled wickedly and looked hopefully at the camera. - How lucky I decided to go for mushrooms and take pictures of birds in the forest! And you can only dream of pictures of such a swallow with a “lonely girlfriend” in nature!

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. Aunt Tamara, Uncle Vitin's wife, got out of a car parked in a small cl... continue reading

It was summer outside, and there was still a little more than a week left before the start of the new football season among women's teams, but the field was not empty on this warm morning. The girls didn't train, no. For today, a pre-season photo shoot was scheduled for a set of new uniforms, but even when the planned event came to an end, the players were in no hurry to disperse. They told how they spent a couple of days off received after the camp, laughed at the new photographer who was embarrassed all the time from the inexhaustible female attention, discussed the new transfer of the opposing team and twittered on a lot of other topics.

— Smirnova! - suddenly came the voice of the head coach, and when the girl turned around, Travnikov gestured for her to come up.

- Listen, Roman Ivanovich.

- Lud, a potential new investor has arrived there, he wants to talk with one of the players. Come down, huh? He is in my office.

The girl willingly agreed and, running goodbye to hug her ... continue reading