Young Man (older woman, younger man erotica)

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Kara is a lonely house-wife home alone on the weekend. When she is out sunbathing she notices her neighbor’s 19-year-old son watching her from an upstairs window. She decides to give him the show of his life and then to visit…

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I waited for the brightest part of the day on a Friday and made sure Jeremy was home alone by walking over and knocking on his door. I was wearing white shorts and a tank top over my new swimsuit and in the sunlight you could see the red suit through the white fabric. When I went over to ask him for cup of sugar, he answered the door and his eyes popped out of his head and he turned bright red. He was wearing red slacks and white shirt and I could feel the crotch of my bikini becoming moist at the thought of what I could do with such a hot young man. I asked for that cup of sugar and he rapidly ran to get it coming back with a kind of goofy grin that made him look even cuter. We talked for a minute and I made sure to ask him a couple of times if he was home alone. He assured me his father was gone for the weekend and when I was satisfied of the subtle teasing I was doing I walked back to my house, grabbed my towel, sunglasses and tanning lotion and went to my spot in the yard. I sat in my lawn chair and began my ritual on and no sooner had I laid back that I saw his reflection looking down on me so I decided I was going to put on a show for him. His mouth was halfway open and his eyes were round as plates and for the first time in my marriage I was about to do something in front of another man that I had only done with my husband: I was going to masturbate.

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Three Men

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Hi. My name is Holly and this is my story of how I ended up fucking three men who I didn’t really know all at the same time…

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As they play fought for a second their manly smell was becoming more and more intoxicating and I visibly shivered.
“Oh sorry about that,” Jerome said and introduced me to Tony.
Tony was about my age a man of Italian origin with olive skin and a body cut from stone.
“Come on in, Holly,” he said with a toothy grin that told me he found me completely edible. “Jake is back there playin’ a video game but we can shut that off and hang out.”
He spoke that last part to Jerome who agreed with a shake of his head and they moved away from the door beckoning me in. I wasn’t going to wimp out from this plan I had to get laid and if the man I had yet to meet was ugly I at least had two guys to choose from. I followed Jerome and Tony in, shutting the door behind me and my fears of Jake being ugly were destroyed. I stepped in and Jake paused his game and walked over to me to shake my hand. He was a very well built man who stood over me at around 6’3” he had muscles on top of muscles. He was handsome in a large teddy bear sort of way but with the way he looked at me told me he was a god in the sack. Also the rather large bulge in his pants told me other things that made him a god. Jerome asked if I wanted a drink and I accepted the offer. I sat down on the couch as Jake turned off the game and sat down next to me. The weight of him lifted me up on the cushion to slide into Jake’s barrel-sized chest. A flash of what he looked like naked and fucking me went through my head and I giggled at the situation of our seating arrangement.

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Skipping Class (student threesome erotica)

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Two girls attending a prestigious, private school celebrate the youngest’s 18th birthday by skipping class and making for a secluded area of the neighboring forest. However, when they arrive at the clearing birthday girl realizes that her friend has organized a special treat – two horny guys from the neighboring boys’ school!

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I had the world ahead of me and as soon as Julia spotted me in the yard outside before we went in for morning assembly, I could tell that whatever she had planned was coming together nicely. Part of me dreaded it, but mostly I just wanted the secrecy to be over. I ached to know what naughty concoction of events she had dreamt up, but I had no idea that it would be such a world changing experience. She informed me that I would have to wait until lunch time for my present, which simply made the morning drag along even slower than it already was doing. Finally, the lunch bell rang out and Julia grabbed me by the arm, dragging me out onto the playing fields where a few other pupils had started to congregate. She didn’t even let me get my lunch, instead choosing to take advantage of the slow teachers making their way to their watch duty posts. With no one to spot us, she led me across to the edge of the school’s boundary, which bordered onto a large stretch of woodland. There was a long, high mesh fence that blocked our exit, but some kind soul had seen fit to cut a flap in the metal barrier, allowing us to slip through undetected. I peered back over my shoulder, partly terrified that someone would see us, and partly hoping for the same.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked nervously, trembling more out of the fear of what terrible fate might befall us than the excitement of what she had in store for me.
“Don’t be a pussy!” she laughed, “Trust me; you’ll want to see what I got you!”
“Okay, but how far is it?” I asked.
“We won’t be back for the last two periods, if that’s what you’re asking…” she replied, finally tugging me through the narrow gap. I dodged the spiky metal shards on either side and followed her through the forest, darting playfully between the trees as she guided me deeper and deeper into the wilderness. Probably not a vibrator then, I thought to myself. I was never particularly good with geography, but I was certain that the woods came out on the other side roughly a mile away near the motorway. There was nothing up that way that she could have been leading me towards. It didn’t make the blindest bit of sense.
“Are you going mad?” I chuckled anxiously as my arms and legs began to tremble with nervous concern.
“Don’t worry, it’s not much further…” she insisted, coming back to drag me onwards every time I paused to reconsider. It was only as the sunlight filtered through a clearing in the canopy over our heads that I noticed she’d added a pink highlight to her golden locks, making it even sexier than usual. Then it started to dawn on me. Surely she’s not going to make me watch her and her boyfriend doing it, I thought, half disgusted and half aroused by the notion. It made sense, though. The single sex boys’ school was not far from the other side of the woods and I was sure she had mentioned that he attended there. In fact, the more I thought about it the more I remembered that she told me about how he had drawn a rather amusing caricature of one of his teachers on the chalkboard to celebrate his 18th birthday. The longer I entertained the idea, the more I could feel my clitoris beginning to throb deep within the strict confines of my panties.
“Are there, like… bears, and things out here?” I asked, glancing around in case I was right.

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Photo Shoot

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A young and handsome aspiring photographer takes a trip across Europe, stopping in France, Vienna and Zurich before ending up in a small village nestled in the hills of northern Italy. He instantly catches the eye of a group of impossibly hot young girls roughly his age, who proceed to stalk him all over town as he takes photographs of the scenery and architecture. Then, when he is finally alone down by a quiet stretch of the nearby river, they pounce on him and give him a vivid taste of the area’s greatest natural beauty.

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Directly opposite the shop was an old wishing fountain with a large round pool at the bottom, around which several people were sitting and similarly admiring their surroundings, eating their lunch and lapping up the sunshine.
Among them was a small group of young girls perched on the side of the fountain, chatting to each other and laughing merrily. They were the picture of youthful beauty and innocence, or at least so they seemed at first glance. I looked over at them a few times as I sipped my coffee, noticing that I was perfectly positioned to see directly up their short mini-skirts as their knees lilted slightly apart. I tried to avert my gaze but the silky skin of their thighs had a magnetic effect on me, drawing them back across to stare at them even though I knew it was wrong. Thankfully, the coffee shop was sparsely populated and the waitress was busy clanking around with coffee pots behind the counter, so I nervously looked back over at the girls for a few more cheeky glances. I could easily see their panties as their thighs drifted open and could feel my penis becoming firmer with every second that I spent watching them. There were four girls in total, all of them impossibly beautiful and radiating their sex appeal in every direction. They looked roughly the same age as me; all of them dressed in light crop tops and t-shirts with their mini-skirts barely concealing their long, slender legs. They each had a mixture of dark hair colors, ranging from a vibrant auburn to jet black and every one of them sported a smile that would ensnare any man within seconds.
I continued to glance across at them, moving my head to peer around the frustrating people walking by the front of the coffee shop. Then, as I stared over at the one sat second from the left, she clocked me and met my gaze. I shuddered anxiously and kicked the table, almost sending my saucer flying across the floor. I caught it in time and set it back down on the table, checking over my shoulder to see if anyone had noticed my nervous moment of fright. I kept my head down, pretending that I’d been inspecting my camera all along, but then I realized that it almost certainly looked like I had been taking pictures in addition to spying on them. I put the camera down and casually inspected my fingers nails, peeking out of the corner of my eye to see how they were reacting. My heart sank immediately, as I realized she was nudging their arms and pointing towards me in a fit of giggles. The blood began to rush to my face and even the chill of the coffee shop’s air conditioning wasn’t enough to suppress the wave of heat that suddenly consumed my face. My breath began to waver and a bead of sweat trickled down my forehead as they laughed raucously at my expense. Maybe they’re laughing at something else, I tried to convince myself. I was never the most persuasive person, though, and eventually I decided to swig down the last drops of coffee from my cup and set off on my mission to photograph the nearby brook.

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The Librarian – lesbian erotica

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Elizabeth, a bored and sexually frustrated librarian working in a large inner city library begins to fantasize about one of the frequent visitors, Ava – another equally mature and beautiful woman. When Ava asks the librarian for help in finding a particular book in the adult/erotica section, their innocent flirting escalates to uncontrollable groping, and in the heat of the moment they retreat to one of the private reading rooms for some steamy fun.

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The library foundation had recently decided to have a coffee shop installed on the ground floor in an attempt to lure new members in, and for the most part it worked a treat. A whole host of people started to sign up so they could read the library’s books whilst supping on a mocha or cappuccino, with more books being reserved for that purpose than being taken home. Some of the older staff thought it was sacrilege, but as a fellow coffee addict I welcomed the arrival of the cafe with open arms. It was at the coffee shop that I first encountered the delightful Ava – a busty and equally mature woman with whom I started to engage in an increasingly flirty series of exchanges. In my usual clumsy way, I had turned without looking where I was going and sent her freshly pressed cup of coffee soaring across the air and narrowly missing an elder gentleman sitting nearby. Of course I apologized immediately and offered to replace her drink, but she decided in her seemingly mischievous and playful way that she would instead buy her own and use the incident to taunt me whenever she pleased. I had never noticed her in the library before, but from that day onwards I could almost psychically detect her whenever she was within range of the building.
She would come in every few days, sometimes to read a steamy novel in the coffee shop, other times to look for periodicals and to find books about horticulture and floral decoration. Despite my pledge to suppress my innermost base desires, I found myself endlessly thinking about her and would often imagine that my fingers were her tongue as I touched myself at night. It didn’t help that whenever she spotted me she would wink or flash me her cute smile, which was guaranteed to turn my spine to jelly. A few times I even had to excuse myself from my duties to visit the bathroom so I could relieve the tension using my trusty pocket vibrator. It sounds silly that one person could have such an effect on me, but the English language is ill-equipped describe her beauty. She had long, shimmering auburn hair that reached down to the middle of her back and a bust that routinely looked like it was about to burst from the seams of her top. Her hourglass figure was the embodiment of womanhood and the curvature of her hips and ass made it impossible to draw my eyes away for even a second. I wanted her so badly and I was fairly certain from the sly glances she kept shooting at me that she was interested too. However, apart from that one time in the coffee shop, she never spoke a single word to me. That was until one day when, much to my surprise she appeared at the help desk in front of me.

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