One finger nestled at the entrance to her cunt, now covered with her pussy juices mingled with my saliva. Mai moved her hips in an effort to take the teasing digit into her pussy, groaned as I pulled it away. She released Keith's engorged cock, making him groan as well. She pulled my face from her dripping pinkness, looked pleadingly into my eyes, her face showing only lust. "Please, I'm close, my puss is so wet. Let me cum now, please. You can take your time on the next one, and the ones after that, but please, make me cum now!" My finger returned to her slit, slid in slowly, searching for her g-spot on the roof of her tight chamber, and when she gasped I knew I'd found it. I pushed in a second finger. I fucked her with my two middle fingers as she stroked Keith's cock, watching me through nearly closed eyelids, a slight smile now curving her lips. "Oh, yeah, like that, yeah." She was so wet that my fingers sliding in and out of her pussy were causing that beautiful squishy sound. "Oh, that's how wet I am, it sounds like, I don't know, oh, I've never been this wet before." "Sounds like a soaking pussy to me. You're really dripping here. I love it. You're so erotic!"

I had met Jessica on the Internet. She had been reading my stories and sent some feedback. We loved or mail exchanges and became somehow friends, exchanged pictures. She also told me that she had another friend too. It was a married woman of 52. They exchanged some dirty mails, had phone sex and had even met once so far for a hot night. For her 25th birthday Jessica and Elisabeth (the 52year old woman) had agreed to meet again in a hotel in Stockholm. Out of fun Jessica asked me in one of the e-mails if I wouldn??™t love to join in ??“ and I said that I would love it.nnWe started talking more about that idea and the thought of it made me more and more hot. Jessica loved to dominate other women and so we acted out a game where Elisabeth and I would be her willing sex slaves for a weekend. It all ended that I was booking a flight to Stockholm.--nnI was nervous a bit, when I finally reached the hotel. I was late by half an hour. I looked into the mirror, as the elevator started moving to the third floor, where her room was. At least I was satisfied with what I saw. I loved my age of 27 and my body was still slim and quite well trained from some sports. The body that wrapped tight around my figure showed of the well formed and perfect sized 85B-cupped breasts very good. My little over shoulder-length slightly curled brownish hair played around my face.nn???Come in,??? a firm female voice shouted as I knocked on the door. nnI was highly excited when I entered the room.

Riti was an average girl. She was a pretty Indian girl of 5'4" and fair and petite. Small breasts with big round, dark nipples and a dark haired pussy rounded out the lovely sight. nnIt was just her and her mother most of Riti's life. Her father died when she was quite young. Uncle Harem lived with them for a few years. nnThey were a fun threesome. Many often mistake them as a family and Harem as the father. Riti figured it was due to how her mother and uncle acted. They were so close.nnAfter about five years, Uncle Harem suddenly left. Riti never understood why. She knew her mother was very upset at the abrupt departure. Often crying late night could be heard coming from the master bedroom. nnAs with all things, her mother seemed to get over Harem not being around. The two women function as a family. They become very close. nnRiana, her mother, was promised to Riti's father before she was born. At the age of eleven she was married to the much older man. At twelve her daughter was born.

Acting persons: Cecile Boneuve, 54, opera star; Eva Hordon, 19, student and fannnEva Hordon was a 19-year-old student. She had been born in Budapest but was now attending an exchange term at the university of Verona. Eva was a very pretty and sexy girl. With a size of 1,70 meters she was of medium height. She had a slim body, but was not bony at all. She was rather sportive and had all the curves necessary to have a very sexy appearance. Her breasts were a nice C-cup, very firm and had the perfect form of peas with thick nipples at the ends. Her face was pretty with full red lips and beautiful green eyes. Her blonde hair was very slightly curled and almost reached her shoulders. Eva had always been fascinated by operas and so she had taken summer courses at the university too, as during summer there was a big opera festival in the old arena of Verona. nnThese days "Othello" was on schedule and the role of "Desdemona" was sung by her most favourite opera singer the famous Cecile Boneuve. She had got some tickets for tonight's show and definitely wanted to try to get an autograph and maybe even a picture of her favourite and adored star. nnCecile Boneuve had been a big star in classical music for well over thirty years now. She was black but had been born in France. She was the clich?©-picture of a mature opera-star. She was very big chested with very voluptuous body forms. She had always been a bit chubby, but had gained quite some weight during the last years. She had thick thighs, broad hips a very full, big arse and also a pair of at least D-sized voluptuous breasts. In spite of her big body forms she was still very well trained. The colour of her skin was very dark and so was her long black hair that went down over her shoulders.

Acting Persons: Lisa Tandy (18), Kathy Masterson (46); Hsu-Chi (19); Indira (20)nnLisa Tandy attended a college in San Diego quite away from home. She lived on the campus in a single room of the student's home. To earn some additional pocket money she had taken a part time job at an insurance company. She was kind of "girl for all and everything" there. nnLisa was quite cute and had a real beautiful body. She was a real natural blonde, which did not only show at her hair but also at her skin, which was very white. She was wearing her blonde hair quite long, down to over her shoulders. Her face was very young looking. Some people wouldn't even guess her to be 16, least that she had already turned 18 a few weeks ago. Her figure was very slim and sportive but still specially curvy at the right places. So in spite of her slim body she had some perfectly, gorgeously shaped breasts that were even C-cupped. She was about 1,68 meters high and had quite long, sexy legs. nnLisa knew that she was a real sexy teen but had not taken much advantage of it so far. At some parties there had been a bit of kissing and fumbling with boys but she had never really liked it or found it exciting at all. So sexually seen she still was a virgin, even though she had lost her little skin already some years ago at doing sports. nnThe boss of the department Lisa worked in was a woman. Lisa had adored her somehow from the first moment, because she really had made her way up. She was a woman, she was black, she was publicly living her life as a lesbian and she was the head of a big department. Her name was Kathy Masterson. She had quite a powerful aura not only due do her position within the company but also due to her personality and her sheer appearance.

I have spent the last few weeks engaged in a passionate affair with a 19-year old university rugby player; not the most moral thing for a respectable married lady in her late 50s to do ??“ especially if she also happens to be, as I am, a Church of England vicar. It's not that I don't love my husband of more than 30 years standing. It's just that we don't really do much more than cuddle anymore. When Peter seduced me in the vestry of my church one sultry, sweaty evening he unleashed a hungry, wanton sexuality in me that I had never known I possessed. I had never sucked a man's cock until that night, but now I love chewing on Peter's after he's given me a good, solid fucking, tracing my tongue along the throbbing vein which runs up it, smacking my lips around the head as I gently nibble, stroking his hairy balls. nnHe likes having me in all positions, but the one he likes best is what he calls the 'literal' missionary position ??“ face-to-face with me wearing my dog collar. He does it slowly then, withdrawing his cock gradually before thrusting it back in with all his power, to watch my face contort in lust and hear my gasps of pleasure. Each Sunday in church he sits in the front pew with his father and sister while his mother, my closest friend, plays the organ. It can sometimes be difficult to concentrate on my sermon, especially when Peter catches my eye and runs his tongue slowly, lasciviously, around his lips. It was especially hard one Sunday, just days after Peter had fucked me from behind in the very pulpit from which I was preaching to my respectable congregation!nnI see Peter every Tuesday evening, and will continue until he goes back to university in a few weeks time. I was thinking about that, wondering how I would ever cope without my weekly rogering, last Thursday as I sat in my vestry in my clerical garb, trying to concentrate on the sermon for Sunday. Something about adultery perhaps? No, I didn't think so. Suffer the little children to come unto me? Definitely not! I was miles away when I heard a polite cough. Standing before me was Peter's sister Julia, the Head Girl at the local school who had recently reached the age of 18, though she looked younger. Blessed with the sweet, innocent face of an angel, I normally only ever saw her in her school uniform, or one of the pretty pink or yellow dresses she wore to church, her long chestnut hair held back with a colour-coordinated Alice band. She looked very different tonight, wearing a very short black halter-neck T-shirt ??“ I believe they are called boob tubes ??“ and a very short white tennis skirt, her hair hanging loose about her bare shoulders.

My continuing lust for older women began many years ago, when I was just 18.nnIn those days the sexual revolution as we now know it had not yet happened. My story begins with me having a Sunday morning job collecting weekly draw money from around a hundred houses, and to distribute any prizes won the previous week by my regulars.nnMy area was very large, so I always started at the furthest point and worked my way back towards home, so that I was always finished in time for any sport scheduled for the afternoon. nnThe last house on my round was owned by a married couple in their early forties - he was very strange: about 6' 4", very thin, never smiled and always wore black suits - I nicknamed him "The Undertaker". His wife, Shirley, on the other hand was around 5ft 8", with an enormously well-filled blouse, a slightly large rear and evidence of an expanding waist line. As she always dressed smartly, and always had a huge grin on her face, the overall effect was a definite turn on for any male, let alone a rampant but virginal teenager. nnDuring the first few months of calling at this house a routine evolved: if he answered the door he would simply hand me the correct money, take the weekly newsletter from me, then simply shut the door. If she answered, she would smile brightly, ask me how I was, conduct the transfer of money and newssheet, then say goodbye sweetly before closing the door.nnHowever, this all changed one Sunday when she asked me in for a cup of something. On entering she said that she knew her husband and I did not like each other (news to me - I just thought he was strange) but not to worry as he was out for the day with their children - a family commitment that looked like being repeated often in the future.nnAfter having a drink and answering a few questions about myself, where I lived, etc., I left.nnThis routine continued for a few weeks to the point where I began to look forward to her being on her own so we could spend some time chatting, and also allowing me the time to reinforce the fantasies I was developing about her.nnThen for about 4 weeks, to my intense disappointment, every time I knocked on her door "The Undertaker" answered. nnAfter what seemed an eternity I knocked on the door one Sunday, and there she was - bright, bouncy and looking every bit as lovely as my fantasies had conjured up. She invited me in for a drink, telling me that she had been in hospital for an operation.nnAfter sitting me down and getting us both a cold drink we chatted about nothing in particular for a while. She then asked me if I was in a hurry as she had something she wanted to show me. After saying that I had at least 90 minutes she said, "Wait there, I'll go and get it".

"Wow, I thought that day would never end." Julia said as she closed the door behind her. nnThe medium sized apartment was cozy and it was home. The front entryway was small and opened into the small kitchen to the left, and went straight ahead to the living room and on down the hallway to the bedrooms and bathroom. If you went through the kitchen you would find a small dining area just barely large enough for the dining room table and chairs. The living room was of a decent size, it housed the entertainment center and the living room suite just fine. Down the hall on the left side you found two small bedrooms and the master bedroom at the end. At the end of the hall, across from the master bedroom you found the bathroom. There was also a full bathroom attached to the master bedroom. The whole apartment was furnished and decorated tastefully but on a restricted budget. nn"Hi Mom!" Said the nude and beautiful Donna as she threw her arms around Julia and planted a kiss on the mouth, holding her tight as they embraced. They kissed for a moment and then broke the embrace. nn"Hi dear, I am Glad to see you too but give me a moment to get settled would you." Julia playfully scolded her youngest daughter while turning her around then patting Donna on the exquisitely shaped bum she possessed, signaling her to move along. nn"Hey, Okay okay! I'm going!" said Donna in the mock disgust with a light scowl. She complied none the less despite her objection and sauntered away. nnDonna was a tall and slender young woman; she had a very athletic body that was trim and fit.