Sexy Body Stocking

For a gift, I bought her a sexy body stocking. She tried it on and posed for some pictures.

Flashing Truckers

A fun Saturday night activity.

Soft Touch

Spinning

Another Nettie

For all you Nettie Harris fans (of which I am one)...

Flashing Wife At Night

A warm night. After dinner at a nice resturant. She had a bottle of wine. Then mentioned she wasn't wearing underwear. Hold it, he said. And lifted his camera. She lifted her dress.

Hottie in the Hotel

Staying in a hotel room usually means sex tonight.

Party, yeah!

This girl knows how to party. And how to rock a swimsuit.

Girlfriend Polaroid

Before there were digital cameras, girlfriends still posed, sexy, for their lovers.

Off Season

After surfing all summer, she looks forward to surfing during the off season, when the beaches are empty and she has the waves to herself.

Watching Her Get It

He shared with her his long-kept secret fantasy that he wanted to watch her get fucked by another man. She wasn't willing, at first, but he kept talking about it, and when he mentioned his best friend had always found her attractive, she gave it serious consideration. She'd always found his best friend really hot, too. She had never cheated on her boyfriend, but of all the guys, the best friend would be the one she'd sleep with. 

So it wasn't hard to ask the best friend if he wanted to have sex with her. The condition was that the boyfriend would be in the same room, watching, and maybe joining in. The friend was cool with that. And so they played out his fantasy. They all got naked and climbed on the bed, and started.

Violate Me

Marge Monday: The Backyard Hot Tub

When Homer and Marge had an above-ground swimming pool in the backyard, they woudl sneak out at night and skinny dip. (Fans may recall when Chief Wiggum and the other Springfield Police flew over in a helicopter and tried to spy on them.)

So when Homer and Marge had a hot tub in their backyard, of course they went "au natural." Just as Lisa invited all the neighborhood kids over to play in the swimming pool, Marge invited her neighborhood friends to come over and soak, too. Edna, and Luanne, and even Helen Lovejoy came. Soon she was nude, too, and they were all enjoying a relaxing soak. What Marge didn't realize is that Luanne had slipped her hand over to Homer's lap and was secretly giving him a gentle hand job under the bubbling water. 

Homer was loving it. He was sitting nude in his hot tub with his hot wife, checking out Enda's great rack, and getting stroked underwater by Luanne. 

Stretching

Stretching in bed in the soft morning sun, she didn't realize (or care) that she was showing her two hairy holes. Or perhaps she did, and knew I could not resist. Licking her. Tasting her front and back.

Fucking at a College Party

The first part of this photo is easy to understand: a guy and a girl have been drinking and soon hook up at a college party. She's "good to go" and he wastes no time in jerking down his pants and half pulling up her shirt, her panties off enough to stick it in her  and have a fast sloppy drunken party quickie. 

The second half of this photo is harder to understand: who's the other girl? Why is she only drinking but not participating? Is she the other girl's roommate and wants to make sure her roomie gets home safely? Maybe the girl getting fucked has the car keys. It's a funny shot.

Lick her, in the back

She loves this.

Good to the Last Drop

Her pierced nipple

I couldn't help but keep checking out her breasts. It wasn't just that they were cupped perfectly by her red bikini. It looked like her nipples were hard, and poking at the fabric. Yet it wasn't cold. She hadn't been swimming. And there seemed to be a different shape.

She noticed my stare. Embarrassed, I didn't know what to do, except for being blunt. "Did you get your nipples pierced?" I asked.

She smiled and nodded.

"Really," I said. I don't know why I was so shocked. Maybe it seemed like such a sexy thing to do for an otherwise reserved and shy girl. It seemed bold, and sexual. "Are you serious?" I said, still not really believing she actually got her nipples pierced.

"Yeah," she said. "See for yourself."

Elegant Crotchless Panties

"Crotchless panties" are such an inelegant word for something so elegant. 

Morning Outdoor Handjob

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College Girlfriend on Drom Bed, Nude

I miss college. Hanging out in the dorm room, between classes and homework, nothing to do but be nude, and have sex.

A Cups, Outdoors

Warm soft sun on beautiful breasts.

Cock and Dildo

She loves sucking on a cock and dildo at the same time. He loves the sensation of her mouth and the vibrations at teh same time. She likes imagining she's blowing two guys at once.

Peek a boo Pubic

At Home With Her Computer and Toy

Some think women don't look at porn online. Some think women would never masturbate to online porn. Simple wrong. We do. Often. And it's wonderful. 

Sexy, Sassy

Top off at Beach

Here's a tribute to every woman who mustered up the courage to exercise their clothing optional option at the beach this summer. No doubt they found the decision the hardest part. Once that was done, the rest was not only easy, but enjoyable. Why hadn't they done this sooner, they wonder. What was holding me back?

MArge Monday: North to Alaska

In the Simpson's Movie, Homer, Marge and the family have to flee to Alaska. There, they settle into a new life in a log cabin. They adjust quickly: the kids play outside, sledding and having snowball fights. And Marge gets extra sexually inspired.

Maybe it's the cozy cabin, or maybe that Homer is more rugged and manly in Alaska than he had been back at his daily grind in Springfield. Or maybe it's the danger and thrill of being on the lamb. Maybe all of the above. Marge, who usually lets her blue blush grow naturally, shaves it all off. She wears her see-thru nightie around the cabin. When Homer and Marge have special date night (they find a local sitter for the kids), Marge pours wine and offers Homer doughnuts and beer. The doughnuts and beer get him in the mood, and when Marge drink wine, she always loses control. They have some of the best sex of their marriage in that Alaskan cabin.

Sexy Mature Masturbates on Bed

Morning Coffee

Noting better than morning coffee. In the nude.

Saturday Night is Bondage Night

A great way to keep a marriage fresh: make Saturday night "bondage night." Light some candles, put on some heels, and have hubby secure you. It's the start of good times.

First Kiss (with a girl)

Her first kiss (with a girl), was in college. She and her freshman roommate had done to a party. They drank beer and wanted to talk to boys, but really didn't meet any. Mostly they stood around and talked with each other. The guys that tried to hit on them were far too wasted and obnoxious. They ended up going back to their dorm sometime after midnight. Tipsy, they talked about the kiss they didn't get. And that's when her roommate suggested that since they didn't make out with any boys, they should at least make out with each other. She was nervous and anxious and her inhibitions were low form all the alcohol. She said sure, and that's how it started.

Kayak Trip

After only a few days on the river, they realized that wet sandy clothes were no fun. Being nude was far easier--faster to dry off, faster to warm by the campfire. And no one in the group had any problems just being nude out in nature. Seemed perfectly normal, and part of the rhythm of the days you fall into when on river trips.

Hot Springs, Eugene

I've often heard that the hot springs just outside of Eugene are sketchy. Overrun by methos and gawkers. Bu this image suggests otherwise. A nice 50/50 ratio of men and women, a few couples, and a few friends. Looks delightful.

Yes Please, 69

Ménagé a trois

They talked about it for years. In fantasy, in jest. But it was never the right time, the right person, the right place. But when it was right, it was really really right.

At Great-grandma's ranch

One year I brought a girlfriend to my great-grandmother's ranch. While out hiking in the fields, we stopped and took some nudes.

Michelle, her toy, and her Mountain Cabin

Michelle lived in a small cabin in the mountains outside of Missoula, Montana. She was a part time student, and boarded horses over the winter to pay her rent.

I was always looking for work that winter to help pay my bills. I knew horseshoing and other horse skills and was always stopping into tack&feed stores to see if anyone had any extra chores. That's how I heard that Michelle was getting a shipment of hay for the winter and would hire someone to help unload and stack it in her barn. Just a few hours of work, but work nonetheless. 

I enjoyed stacking hay. Even though it's itchy, it's a great work out. And there's something rewarding about seeing the neatly stacked hay go up.

So, that day, I drove out with the hay delivery. I had expected the usual ranch wife, or widow. There are a lot in Montana. They are sturdy, and weathered. Polite to strangers, but not fast to trust. They are often grey and hard as barn planks, knotted and lean with weather and age. But once you prove your work ethic and character, they are like your instant great-aunt. They will give you anything and defend you. After meeting a ranch woman, it is easy to see how famous outlaws like Butch Cassidy or Billy the Kid were able to evade the law so long, just by being taken in and hidden by ranch women.

Michelle had many of these traits I instantly recognized, but there was one immediate difference. She was not over the age of 50. Rather, she seemed as young or younger than me. She stood barely 5'4" in her boots. She wore overalls and a pearlsnap shirt and had her long black hair braided on either side of her head. She looked at once tough as any ranch hand I've ever seen, and at the same time like a regualr college student from campus. 

We quickly set to work, and I soon found that she could throw the 65 lbs bales over her head, and just as high as I could. She could stack hay faster, and I could barely keep pace. When we stopped for a break, she pulled out a tin of Copenhagen. I bummed a pinch, and we were then officially bonded.

At her pace, the full load of hay was stacked in only a few hours. By myself, it probably would have taken half the day. I hardy seemed like I could charge her. But she insisted, and to top it off in the ranch tradition, she invited me, her hired hand, to supper. 

We pulled off our work gloves, and shook the hay out of our hair and ears and neck. We were both coated in a glistening sheen of sweat. For the first time, looking at her, I noticed she was actually very attractive. 

From the barn, we hiked up the hill to her 2-room cabin. It seemed like a snow storm was on its way, and I didn't want to get snowed in, but I was also famished. I wasn't about to miss a free meal, especially after such hard work. She served elk steak, marinated in red wine and served with sauteed onions and wild mushrooms. We drank several bottles of red wine and listened to bluegrass. She told me she had three prized possessions in life, and if the cabin ever burned down she'd resuce, in this order: her dog, her chainsaw, and her banjo.

She had a fired stoked in her woodstove, which pounded out waves of heat. Soon the room was stuffy, even with the front door open. Outside, the first few flurries of snow began to fall.

She told me she usually didn't wear clothes in the cabin, and asked if I'd be offended if she stripped down.

"Offended? Me? No, no... please, go right ahead." I thought perhaps she was just joking. She wasn't.

She quickly stripped down and sat back on the couch, naked. The first thing I noticed were her nice, soft hippie boobs. I call them hippie boobs, because they weren't perky and pointy, like you often see on models, nor were they pumped up fake, like you see in porn. They were medium sized, soft, slightly saggy, maternal in a way. Earthy. 

Between her legs was a thick briar of black hair. I noticed, when she reached for another fire log, that she didn't shave under her arms, either. I had never seen a natural woman before. All the college girls I had dated shaved, waxed, and plucked religiously. Seeing a woman so hirsute for the first time was a little shocking. But there was also something indescribably sexy... so natural, and so wild. Maybe it was the wood fire, or the elk for dinner, or the smell of woodsmoke, sap, wet wool, and our own sweat... but it was sexual and primal and beautiful all at the same time.

She told me I could make myself at home, too, and strip down. I felt incredibly self-concoius. I didn't know what would be more awkward: to stay clothed beside a naked woman, or to strip down. I've always believed that it's better to regret something you've done than something you haven't, so with a quick fumble, I removed my clothes and tossed them on the pile of her clothes.

Then we were both naked, sipping wine, listening to bluegrass, and casually chatting. Part of me was enjoying exactly what was happening, and didn't want it to stop or change at all, and part of me was wondering if I should make a move. Clearly, she'd started it. But wasn't it now up to me to lean in for a kiss? How could I make that happen? Being naked didn't make it easier, if anything, a little more awkward.

After we finished the bottle, I was feeling pretty blitzed. I was beginning to think that I'd made the right choice of not forcing a move. We were totally relaxed and having a good time. Maybe we were just naked friends now, and I was glad I didn't force it to be sexual. And besides, with so much wine, I didn't know if I could get hard. 

But then she changed everything and asked if I was ready.

"Ready?" I asked, a confused look on my face.

"For sex," she said.

I quickly realized my cue and leaned in to kiss her.

"No," she said, pushing me back. "Not here. The bedroom." 

She stood up, matter of fact. She didn't need any foreplay, just to adjust the damper on her wood stove and put the left-over elk back in the fridge. She got a cup of water and then pulled on her snow boots and trudged outside to the outhouse. It was weird to have those 5 minutes or so alone in her cabin. 

The snow was falling hard now, filling the woods and starting to blanket the roof. The fire had turned to glowing embers. I knew we were going to have sex, but she wasn't in any hurry. I thought I'd be sobering up, but the wine only seemed to intensify. 

When she returned, she led me to the only other room in the cabin--the bedroom. It had a patchwork quilt and a wooden head board. Most of her clothes were stacked on the selves of a tall bookcase, and also in a dresser and a wooden crate by her bed. She had a book she was reading. Walden. And a plastic container for a mouthguard.

We crawled onto her bed. It was cooler in her room, but still warm enough that we didn't need to go under the covers. I tried to kiss her, but she didn't want it. I tried to take her soft nipples into my mouth, but she seemed impacient. I then let my kisses trail down her stomach, and to her thatch of dark curls. She smelled musky, like moss. Like the forest. Trying to part her lips with my hands, I reached my tongue for a taste.  She was pungent. Salty. I inhaled deeply. 

She had thick lips, sticky and coated in her own female juices like honey. I buried my face in her, and she seemed to like this. Licking and nibbling her clitoris caused it to grow. She held my head down into her, almost suffocating me, pushing her hips up, humping my chin. My whole face was slathered in her wetness. I wondered how much of it was her excitement, and knew some of it was fresh urine. 

The more I tried to lick her clitoris, which was now rosy red and puffy, the more she pushed my head down. I couldn't tell if she was too sensitive, or didn't like it. That's the thing about being with someone for the first time--what worked great on the last lover, may not work at all. Honestly, I had only been with two girlfriends before. I wasn't very experienced, and both past girlfriends let me lick them, but I can't say I really knew what I was doing. 

She pushed my head down and raised her hips off the bed. At first, I instinctively tried to push back up to return to her clitoris, then finally, I realized she was guiding me to what she wanted. As soon as I let my neck muscles relax, I found my head pushed farther down, my outstretched tongue sliding down her butt cleft until it hit the ring of her puckered anus. My tongue almost recoiled at the shock. I had never licked a woman in the back before.  Even the hint of it grossed out my two past college girlfriends. I had never really tried it, and never really held it as a goal in sex.

For the first time, my mouth explored a woman's ass. This area smelled and tasted different. She wasn't dirty down there, but it did smell different, and the taste was sweeter, less tangy than her pussy juices. She let out a deep moan as I tongued her anus.

The more excited she got, the more turned on I became. My cock was hard now and leaking pre-cum as I tongued her butthole. 

Then she pulled me up and on top of her. In the missionary position with my hard cock poking at her entry, we both knew what to do. With one thrust, my dick was in her wet, open pussy. It wasn't tight, but was warm. 

We both began to move in unison. A good old fashioned missionary fuck. She tried lifting her legs for better traction against her clit. I could feel my pubic hair mashing into her thick curls. Then suddenly, perhaps drunker than I realized or more turned on by the analingus than I realized, I felt my body began to twitch. 

"Oh fuck," I said, "I'm going to cum."

Suddenly her face had a look of alarm. She nearly threw me off of her as she yelled, "Not inside me!"

Just as she shoved me off of her, I exploded. Cum shot all over her wet folds and hairy lips.

After a few moments, I realized I was sitting on the bed next to her, looking at her. She was naked, still on her back, legs open, and exposed pussy splattered with my cum.

She seemed a bit disappointed, but not angry. Obviously, she hadn't thought I'd cum so soon. She was just beginning to get herself going. I felt embarrassed because we hadn't even done any other positions. Missionary is such an easy one to cum. Maybe if she'd been on top, or if we'd traded. 

"Well," she said, "I guess it's up to me and my toy."

"You have a toy?" I asked, dumfounded. I dont' know why this was so shocking. I'd heard of vibrators and dildos before--even seen them in porn. I guess it seemed like something porn stars or middle aged married women had, not 20-something college students. 

I guess it made sense. She lived alone in a cabin. No doubt she'd ordered it online and it had come in a small plain box. Why wouldn't she have a toy? Still, I'd never dated a girl who owned one. I didn't believe she actually had one until she reached over and pulled one out from under her pillow.

She didn't even have it stashed away in a drawer, but right under her pillow. I imagined she used it nearly every night, right before bed. Or maybe that the first thing she did when she woke up.

She moved the toy between her legs. It was a rubbery penis shaped toy, about the same size as my own penis, maybe 6". Realistically sized, and not the size I'd seen in porn. I thought it was curious that she'd picked an average size and not something giant. 

She then rubbed the toy up and down her folds before sliding it inside her. It disappeared into her pussy easily. She slid it in and out a few times slowly. Then I realized she wasn't doing it for pleasure, but to lube the toy. 

Opening her legs further, she positioned the toy at her puckered backdoor, and slowly, but easily pushed it in. Suddenly a look of bliss washed over her face. Her mouth opened a little, and her eyes rolled back. With slow, but building rhythm, she worked the toy in and out of her butt.

I was still only a few feet in front of her, seated on her bed. I had always wanted a girlfriend to masturbate in front of me so I could watch, but the two girls I had dated were both too shy. And now, within arm's reach, Michelle was on her back, legs open far as they could go, as she fucked herself anally with her toy. I could see every detail. How her tight muscles wrapped around the toy. The few sparse black hairs circling her butthole. How her pussy lips moved as the toy went in and out. How her folds glistened with her excitement. How my white cum sparkled against her black pubic hair.

I felt invisible then. She didn't even seem to notice or care or acknowledge I was there. She was simply fucking herself by herself, as she regularly did alone. I was like an specter sitting on her bed. A total voyeur. 

She was really getting into it and as her moans became louder, her pussy began to contract and spasm. Soon she was climaxing hard. Her sphincter muscles pinched the toy inside her until with a huge release and sigh, relaxed. She slumped back, and let the toy slip out.

I stared at her for several mintues. I was hard and wanted to climb back on top of her. Then I realized her slow, steady breathing meant she'd fallen asleep. 

I then looked at her again, her body sprawled out on her quilt. Legs still apart. The last of the cum dripping and forming wet spots. Her breasts almost flat. The rosy flush on her chest starting to fade and beads of sweat drying.

I had a raging boner, but also had to pee. I tiptoed back to the living room, restoked the woodstove, and then slipping on my snow boots, stepped into the cold. It was chilly, but invigorated to be naked in the night snow. The snowfall made the entire forest silent and soft. The only sounds the squeak of snow under my boots. Her footsteps were nearly filled in, but I followed them to the outhouse. 

Inside, I thought I would use the bathroom, but my cock was still too upright to pee. So I sat on the wooden bench seat with he door still open and looked out at the snow. The woods seemed to softy glow. I was still turned on by what I had seen. I wanted to fuck her now, with my second wind. The wine mostly worn off. But she was asleep and I didn't want to disturb her. I knew in morning, we'd have a second go. For now, I had to relieve the pressure. Without really thinking about it, I was already stroking myself. 

As the snow slowly fell, I began to move my hand up and down. I stared into the snow, but was recalling the sight of my cum on her black curls, and her toy pushed in and out of her ass. The outhouse smelled slightly of the piss and crap in the pit below, but it was so cold, that it has all frozen, so mostly the outhouse smelled of wood and pine trees.  I thought, what a dirty image to see me in the outhouse, door open, me on the wooden bench, stroking my now long and hard cock. I could smell her pussy juices still on my skin.

I wondered if she ever masturbated in her outhouse, and I figured, probably yes, at least once. I imagined her now in her secluded life at the cabin. Masturbating on her couch, on her small deck where she had the wood pile, or maybe in her horse barn, on the stacks of hay. Something about the total privacy made it seem like you could, and should, masturbate wherever the feeling grabbed you. It seemed very open and natural. And I began to understand why she didn't shave, and why she had a toy, and why she didn't care that I watched her put it in her butt and climax.

My cock was now thick and throbbing. Soon I felt it twitch and the semen begin to boil up. Quickening the pace, I groaned as I shot globs of fresh cum over the grey weathered boards of the outhouse.

She would never know, but I would. Every time she used the outhouse, my cum would be on the boards, dry, invisible. But there. A small token of our first, and only night together.

Portland Keeps It Real!

Marge Monday: Lenny

Simpsons fans may recall many moments when something bad happens to Lenny Leonard, and Marge's first response is: "Not Lenny!" If she said it once or twice, it'd seem simply polite. But she says it often enough, and in a way that hints at a more personal, a more "intimate"relationship.

Marge has never had a romantic relation with Homer's co-worker, and drinking buddy Lenny. But there have been a few quickies. Lenny has always found her hot, and is always willing to give her a poke. Every once in a while, Marge is willing to let him.

Labor Day

It's Labor Day. Last chance for a summer nude backyard BBQ! Live it up.

Girlfriend is ready

When she puts on her outfit, you know she's ready for a good good time.

Outdoor Shower with Friends

Few things are more wonderful than an outdoor shower... except perhaps an outdoor shower shared.

Flashing on the Bus

Outdoor Quickie Filmed

We were driving back from a mutual friend's wedding, and both a little tipsy and turned on. I don't know what it is, but there is something about weddings that make people drunk and horny. We had both gotten worked up, and were ready to fuck.

It had started with her pulling off her panties in the car, and starting to touch herself. This lead to us pulling over at the soonest safe spot we could, and dashing a 100 yards or so into the woods.

As I stripped down, I set my camera phone to video and started it recording. It was pointed as best I could. I don't know if she saw it, or knew it was recording, but at one point, she was straddling me, reverse cowgirl, She had her legs open to the camera, as she touched herself. She had pushed down on me, guiding me into her ass. She only did this when she was really turned on. 

From my vantage point, I couldn't see anything but the trees above and her back. But I'm glad to have an image of what was going on, even if it is low-rez. I can still feel her riding up and down on my cock, silky and tight. And her hand rubbing her fuzzy pussy furiously as she made herself cum. There was somethign very primal about that fuck. Very hard and dirty and fast.