Charley Ames pinched himself, metaphorically speaking. In actuality, he squeezed his cock as a reality check. And, yes, it was swollen and semi-erect with virtually no prompting. The little blue pills that his physician friend had prescribed for him were miracle workers of sorts. At seventy-eight, his sex life had been resurrected from the land of the dead. Shawna Timmons had stepped, or more properly limped, into his lif...

Charley stared at the piece of paper in his hand. It simply read "Shawna. 877-344-6589." The folded note had resided in his nightstand for a week, but he had looked at it regularly. He had wanted to dial the number several times, but each time he started, he quit before the dial tone turned to a ringing. His hesitation was the result of second thoughts about pursuing his carnal thoughts. Shawna's number stared back at him...

Charley Ames watched with interest as a multitude of birds flocked around the sunflower seeds he had tossed in the grass. It wasn't anything unusual; he did this almost every day. But today the competition between the colorful flock seemed especially fierce. Winter was not that far away, and soon many of them would be heading south. He hated to see it, but time stops for no one, something he was painfully aware of. At the...

Suddenly, Jimmy Shepherd's life had turned into a sexual fantasy. His lactating stepsister had started the dream by asking him to suckle her milk-filled breasts. Her teenage pregnancy had resulted in the adoption of her baby, but she found herself with aching breasts and little relief. The adopting family had moved out of state, and now her milk was being poured down the drain. So when asked, her eighteen-year-old stepbro...

As fortified as the castle and walled enclosures were, the grounds could not contain rumors. And rumors were rife. Lord Thomas's sexual proclivities were well known throughout the countryside, but especially in the galley of the manor. All the lasses there, it seemed, had been warmly welcomed by Sir Thomas and his extremely large penis at one time or another. The maids were often seen giggling with each other as they held...

Tiffany awoke early and before doing anything else, she grabbed the newspaper outside her apartment door. She turned to the want ads immediately and scoured them. She was getting desperate for a job, and so far the prospects had not been promising. The employment agency had few openings, and despite her good looks and bubbly personality, all leads had been dead ends. It was depressing, to say the least. As a twenty-two-ye...

Becca Shepherd busied herself with tidying the house and herself in preparation for her husband's return from work. They typically had a drink to relax before dinner. Gary was a good provider in more ways than one, but lately he had seemed listless at times during sex. I wonder if he's getting bored with me? God, we used to have such wild sex, and now it feels like we are only going through the motions. He hasn't even wan...

Jimmy Shepherd woke up with a smile and a huge morning woody. As of the evening prior, he was no longer a virgin, thanks to his stepsister. With the rising sun filtering through partially closed blinds, Jimmy threw back the covers and admired his eighteen-year-old cock. Admittedly, it wasn't a porn star penis: he was no John Holmes. But it was nice-sized and fairly thick. At least that's what Gail had said. He beamed with...

After Jimmy had left Gail's room, he couldn't wait to get back to his own room and beat off. Even though his stepsister had only moments before paid him back with a hand job, he had cum so quickly he needed more relief. Jesus! What just happened? My stepsister gave me a handjob and let me suck on her tits. Jimmy was in La-La Land. He had always had a crush on his stepsister, but never dreamed he would do what he just did....

Gail Shepherd groaned at the image looking back at her from the bathroom mirror. Two obvious wet spots announced that her large lactating breasts needed pumping again. The recent birth of her baby son had initiated a process that was beginning to annoy her. The baby was fine. He had been adopted by a loving, childless couple in a prearranged process that had been in the works ever since she had learned she was knocked up...

Clare Hawes sat in her kitchen, drinking coffee and staring listlessly at the morning television news. Her thoughts drifted from the news to her personal life. She was still dressed in her robe with nothing underneath despite having been up for several hours. She was recuperating from the previous day and night. It had started with the discovery that her hung, teenage neighbor was alone for the weekend. That fact initiate...

Clare lay in bed staring at the digital display on the clock on her nightstand. She had gone to bed early but still bore the excitement from the afternoon. The discovery that Wes's parents were gone and he had the house to himself had spawned an idea, and it had turned out to be even better than she had hoped. She had dug out one of her old business suits that was just a bit too small and accentuated her curves. Added to...

Clare looked at the calendar on her messy desktop. It had only been three days since Wesley last visited, but it seemed like a month. And there he was, lying on a lounger, shirtless and showing off that toned and tanned body, no doubt to tease his middle-aged neighbor. And it was working. Despite some residual soreness from the pounding he gave her a few days before, she was ready to get back on that horse, the metaphor b...

Clare Hawes sat at her kitchen table and peeked through the partially open blinds at the house next door. For the past week, she had been waffling about how to approach her teenage neighbor. Ever since she had asked him if he wanted to screw her, she had been plagued by a guilty conscience. The devil on her other shoulder continued to remind her that she needed to enjoy life, and sex was an important part of living. With...

Clare Hawes stood in front of her full-length bedroom mirror and studied the naked image staring back at her. "Not bad for 50," she mused aloud. At 5'7", she was still lithe and toned. Years of yoga and an addiction to exercise had kept her fit and shapely. She turned and looked over her shoulder at her strong thighs and their junction with her round, perfect ass. Just a tiny hint of cellulite was starting to form on thos...