Chrystina’s girlfriends had been trying to get her to go out ever since divorce. All they would get was some sort of half-assed excuse, usually that she couldn’t get a babysitter for the kids. But when one of the friends offered her own mother as a sitter, Chrystina had no excuse and agreed to some partying that Friday night. She then spent the rest of the week in a frantic search for the right clothes and makeup for the big night ahead. Because the truth was Chrystina was terrified about being back out there on the single’s scene again. She knew she use to be a hot piece of ass . . . But sadly that was two kids, one divorce and fifteen years ago. And to make matters worse, Chrystina now found herself hornier than ever. She never even wanted to fuck this much when she was a slutty teen. Now every night she was fantasizing about random hard cocks and wet pussies overtaking control of all her orifices while in real life Chrystal wore through another set of batteries with her “rabbit”. There were times when she had to get off three or four times before she could finally get a good night’s rest. So, yeah, Chrystal was secretively REALLY looking forward to that night out on the town . . .
Princess was so proud of herself. Back in May she was horrified to see how fat she looked after slipping into a bikini and checking herself out in the mirror. Her summer was now completely fucked. And to make matters worse a really cute guy, Paul, had moved in downstairs. They had exchanged small talk in the laundry room a few times but she could tell he had no interest in her . . . Especially after catching sight of her granny-panties in the dryer.
It was after that embarrassing afternoon that Princess dragged her fat ass to the gym. She went every day and worked out for two hours at a time. In addition she put herself on a strict diet of almost nothing but gratefruit and oatmeal. But she had finally lost all the weight in three months and looked fucking hot. Princess was especially proud of her all natural 36DD tits, which most women would have killed for.
Pretending she need to borrow some laundry detergent, she slips into a pair of short-shorts and a baby-T that put her curvy body on full display for Paul. His surprised reaction was even better than she could’ve hoped for when he answered the door. But before Princess could say anything, she got really dizzy and nearly collapsed into his arms. He helped her over to the couch and asked if she was alright. Princess explains how she must’ve got been a little too gung-ho about her diet. Not even bothering to hide the fact he was openly staring at her camel toe, he flashed his dirtiest smile and asked “Maybe all you need is more protein in your diet. And I can DEFINITELY do something about that” . . .
Despite being barely a few years old, Heather was very unhappy in her marriage to Glenn. He just didn’t seem to have the passion he once while they were both attending St. Agnes Catholic High School . . . Not the full four years exactly but that one special day they shared. Whenever Glenn was away on business, Heather liked to slip into the plaid skirt from her old uniform and fingerbang herself as she salaciously remembered . . .
It was one morning during her senior year that Heather arrived late for school because of the rain. She had missed morning confession and wanted to get it over with even though she really had nothing special to confess. Heather entered the church and discovered Father Stephens nowhere to be found, except for a jotted down Post-It on the confession booth saying “Back In Ten Minutes”. With her first class already half over she head nothing better to do but enter the dark booth and wait for him. She wasn’t there more than a few seconds before Heather realized someone indeed was on the other side making odd sounds. It was definitely a male and he was breathing heavy and shallow. A concerned Heather started to call out Father Stephen’s name . . . Until suddenly she realized what was going on. She recognized that kind of panting from whenever her brother locked his door. An amused Heather would sometimes eavesdropping to his jerking off and then mercilessly ridicule him about it afterwards.
Heather’s face suddenly flushed, fully realizing someone was playing with themselves in the confessional! Besides being male, the tone also sounded like someone younger . . . A fellow student!
She couldn’t see who it was because the screen was closed from the other side. And she continued to listen on the inside of the booth felt hotter, stuffy even, to Heather . . . But as a warm wetness soiled her white panties, Heather realize she was actually the one in heat. Despite the surge of deep guilt (or was it because of it?!) she joined in with the mystery masturbator. Hiking up her skirt and yanking down her panties Heather rested her bare ass against the kneeler, resting her spread legs against the booth’s cramped walls. Her fingers started to act of their own volition — A few of them playfully teasing her clit while several more plunged themselves deep, deep into her sopping cunt.
Despite her attention to remain quite, a guttural moan escaped Heather. She was also too embedded in her own pleasure to notice the male grunting immediately ceasing. It was now her breath that now become so labored she almost didn’t her confession booth door open. ALMOST. She looked over to see a male figure, dressed in a student’s uniform, standing in its open doorway. His face, however, was hidden in the shadow of the booth.
Heather, flushed red with embarrassment, threw down her skirt. But before she could even start to stammer out an excuse he was in the booth with her, shutting the door behind him. She then felt her skirt flap right back up again, followed instantly by rock-hard cock thrusting into her throbbing pussy. Heather wrapped her hands around his neck, legs around his ass and held on for dear life as she experienced a downright volatile fuck session that ended several minutes later. Exhausted, she remained momentarily frozen in place as he exited the booth without saying anything . . . Unless you count the sound of his zipper closing shut.
Once she could use her legs again, Heather quickly composed herself and scurried out of the booth, and then the church . . . That was when she collided into Glenn, who she barely recognized from the school hallways. But there was something secretive in his smile convincing Heather they had just shared the same secret. It was after that they became a couple throughout the rest of Senior year and through college as well.
Back in the present, Heather came as hard as she always did when recalling “the morning”. But after all these years, a tinge of uncertainty came upon her. Why hadn’t sex with Glenn ever been like that again? And although it was their shared little secret, why hadn’t he ever mentioned the confessional booth? Could she have ended up with the wrong man? And if it was how long would it be until her high school reunion?!
While working out at the health club, adorable Marlene found herself constantly being hit on by guys. Those that didn’t have the balls to talk to her would stare at her nubile body with open lust. And while Marlene did love men sometimes it just got to her being treated like that. So she would go up to the third floor where only women were allowed to work out.
While doing just that one morning, Marlene happen to take notice a woman . . . And what a woman. Tall, blonde and sexy as all fuck. Her toned but curvaceous figure was prominently on display in a skintight Lycra catsuit. Ironically it was Marlene who was now the one who was staring . . . With her eyes repeatedly gazing down at the woman’s prominent camel toe. It almost seemed as if the pursed lips of her cunt were beckoning for Marlene’s mouth –
Marlene shoot herself from her daydream, completely startled by it. She had never been with a woman or even had much interest . . . Until now. She attempted to resume with her workout but repeatedly found herself “accidentally” rubbing the exercise equipment between her legs. It got so bad that Marlene suddenly discovered a huge cumstain all over her sweat shorts. She scurried out, completely mortified.
In the locker room, she took a cold shower . . . Yet despite this she could still feel her pussy was on white-hot fire. Even a quick fingering session under the water did nothing to diminish her arousal. So Marlene quickly dressed and hurried to rush home and give her boyfriend the fuck of his life –
While stepping out the health club, she bumped into someone . . . And was shocked to discover it was HER. The woman, now also dressed in street clothes, offered Marlene a pleasant smile. Despite her nervousness Marlene offered up an equally pleasant “Hello”.
“I always get so thirsty after a good workout. How about you?”
A lightheaded Marlene could barely nod her head.
“How about we get something to quench your thirst . . . And mine.” As the last two words escaped her full lips, her hand casually slipped between Marlene’s legs. Her legs nearly gave out beneath her.
It was now two months later and Marlene was still going to Dahlia’s place for “special training” three or four times a week. And the good news now was that her boyfriend started showing some interest in getting in shape. She could hardly wait to take him over to Dahlia’s for some fierce working out . . . After all, no pain no gain, right?
We guys think we’re pretty fucking clever. We insist on having our “guys’ night out” which we know will pretty consist of getting drunk, hitting a strip joint, spending all our money on lap dances and then try to negotiate for some stripper pussy with a credit card (that has an insane 25% interest rate). We then sneak into the bedroom late reeking of booze, cigarettes and knockoff perfume. As we slip into bed beside our sleeping wife/girlfriend we’re pretty proud of ourselves for once again getting away with shit like this.
However, what we don’t know . . . Until now at least . . . is what all our girlfriends are up to all that time. We imagine when they get together its to sip wine, watch THE NOTEBOOK (again!) and discuss what awesome boyfriends we are. In actuality, as you will see from the clip above, these young ladies slip out of their clothes, play with their latest “toys” (and strap-ons) and proceed to fuck each other with the ruthlessness of prison inmates.
So the next time you’re having one of those “guys’ night out” keep in mind what’s going at that “girls’ night in” . . . And the many different things going IN to your GIRL.
Kirsty, Joey and Aggie had all been best friends since high school. They spent more time with each other any of their families growing up. Even though each had gone their own way for college they all kept in contact and visited each other for holidays and whenever it was possible. However once they’d graduated the trio once again united, now deciding to take it a step further and rent a house together. Kirsty took alot of shit for this with people always making nasty jokes and comments about her being the meat in a Joey and Aggie sandwich. Sure Kirsty had occasionally slept with both boys because she was equally in love with both of them but NEVER at the same time. That was just something that had never crossed her mind . . .
Until that one fateful day when both Joey and Aggie came to her, wearing the same serious expression. She knew this wasn’t going to be something good. And it wasn’t. Both men revealed how they had both become madly in love with her over the years . . . And they wanted her to make a final decision right then and now. Kirsty was saddened but not surprised. She knew this day would eventually come and had planned accordingly . . . So she immediately stripped off her clothes before her confused male friends. Before either could ask a question, Kirsty positioned herself between them.
She passionately kissed Joey . . . Then she did the same to Aggie . . . Back and forth until she felt both of their cocks practically tearing through their pants. Now they wouldn’t ask any questions.
The entire rest of the night Joey and Aggie switched off, fucking Kirsty as each had fantasized over the years . . . Just not like this. As all three neared exhaustion, she mounted Aggie’s cock and then spread her cheeks, welcoming Joey’s up her tight asshole. Kirsty then experienced equal amounts of pleasure and pain while both pounded away at her with everything they had. It was the least Kirsty could do as their going away present since she planned on leaving while both men slept the night off. She would miss them both dearly but Kirsty knew this how it had to be.
Josh has adored Sara Stone ever since she came onto the porn scene. What was there not to adore? An angelic face. Blonde, cascading hair. Smooth, porcelain skin. A full, round ass. But more than anything she had THOSE TITS. Those magnificent and massive 36DD sweater kittens! And best of all THEY WERE REAL! No store bought here! These funbags were home-grown!
So when he heard that she would be making a signing appearance at a video store in the Valley, Josh cleared his schedule (Work, eating, morning jerk-off session) and rushed on over. Unfortunately for him Sara Stone had ALOT of fans, enough to go all the day down the block. Josh got at the end of the long-ass line but it proved a futile effort. He had arrived a little too late when the cut off point for signings ended on the douchebag in front of him . . . FUCK! A deflated Josh was offered the chance to enter some contest where he’d win Sara Stone’s bra or some shit like that. He filled out the entry slip without looking at it, went home and did his afternoon jerk-off session to — What else? — A Sara Stone porn.
Two weeks later, Josh was shocked, actually downright fucking flabbergasted, when he opened his front door and saw Sara Stone, herself, was the one knocking. She flashed him a warm smile and told Josh he’d won the contest, which he’d already forgot about. He gained enough courage to ask what he won. Sara smiled again and said ”What else? A titty fuck from yours truly!”
As Josh slipped his cock between those two glorious mounds of flesh, he imagined this was what it was like to fuck a cloud. He nearly came several times but held back as Sara performed some amazing titty magic on his cock . . . Especially after she promised that if he was a good boy and didn’t cum to soon she’d generously give him a piece of the pussy too.
When Josh slipped his meat into a bent-forward Sara’s throbbing hot box, he was overwhelmed with instant euphoria. He was beyond cumming and on his way to a goddamn religious experience. If pounding Sara’s tits had felt like a cloud, pumping her cunt make him feel like he was fucking an angel.
MILFS Paulette and Jessie have the perfect suburban lives — Nice homes, successful husbands, perfect kids and even a lucrative fat-free donut business they’ve started together. So what more could either of them ask for? Quite simply . . . Orgasms, multiple if you please. See, while the hubbies are great at being the breadwinners but can’t get their dough to rise most of the time. As for the kids, those little bastards are ALWAYS around, never even giving a frustrated housewife enough time for a quick orgasm in the shower. The only time they have to themselves is when their in one of their kitchens making up batches of donuts. Luckily inbetween that they have enough time to pick a room in their empty houses and lick the cream filling out of each other’s donut holes. And their favorite kind of donuts you may ask? Why ButterMILF of course.
Growing up, Lisa had always has a fascination with the paranormal. She would watch every T.V. show, read any book and check out any website having to do with ghosts, U.F.O.s, psychic abilities and even the Chupacabra. She was, however, downright obsessed when it came to Bigfoot. Just imagining such a monsterous man-like beast existed didn’t just excite Lisa . . . It made her hot and soaking wet. She could just imagine the size of its massive cock . . . And had in fact done just that sometimes in the shower or alone in her dorm room, fucking herself with various large objects in proxy.
Since she was also writing her thesis on the creature, Lisa decided to spend her spring break camping out alone in the woods. She had great hopes of discovering some sort of proof of its existence to include with her paper. But after a third futile night, Lisa was both frustrated and disappointed. She decided to retire to bed early, climbed into her tent and attempted to relax the best way she knew how with some good ole fashion masturbating. As Lisa fingered herself with increased speed, the musky scent of her cunt filled the air . . .
As Lisa’s body tensely coiled, preparing to erupt in an explosive orgasm, there were strange sounds outside the tent. It was immediately followed by the tent flap being ripped open to reveal the huge form of the creature. His nose continued to whiff at her essence. Between his legs was his thick, engourged cock . . . Twice the size Lisa could’ve ever imagined.
She spread her bare legs, wide as they would go, exposing her ruby-red pussy lips to him in a beckoning manner. And Lisa prepared herself for a night she had dreamed of often . . . As well as one she would never, ever forget.
Say what you want about Vegas . . . Yeah people lose their inhibitions for the two or three days spent there on vacation. But L.A. is the true “Sin City” since it mind-fucks people into MOVING here so they can spend the remainder of their life exploring new realms of decadence and debauchery.
Take for example, Brianna and her boyfriend Tim in the clip below. They took their first vacation
right after graduating high school, visiting L.A. from the midwest and somehow found themselves in The Valley. Both were fully aware that this was THE porn capitol of the world so Tim started goofing off with the camcorder and convinced Brianna to step into a secluded alley and drop her jeans, exposing a truly awesome ass. It got them so hot that Tim even did a little fingering of her asshole on camera too.
But what he didn’t realize was that Brianna wasn’t just aroused by it but inspired as well. While Tim did some sight-seeing in Hollywood, she did research by watching several pay-per-view porn flicks.
And it was just as she expected — None of those girls had asses that came even close to Brianna’s magnificent apple bottom. She immediately hurried out and secured a copy of L.A. WEEKLY, flipping through the ads in the back . . .
By the time Tim came back to the room Brianna’s clothes were gone and all that was left was a note reading: “Sorry babe but my sweet ass is gonna be taking me places . . . And it’ll get me the things unfortunately you couldn’t — Alot of cash and several more inches. Enjoy the rest of your vacation, Brianna.”
The next time Tim saw Brianna he was jerking off to her latest top-selling DVD “City of Anal Angels”.
