30 Hot Milf Erotica Porn Stories

by Pamela Cougars

  She tightened her hold around his hips, his arm going out to sweep the rest of the tables contents onto the floor. He sat down with a grunt, the sudden stop making her whimper as he pushed into her even deeper than before. Mike lay back, content to think that she knew what to do from here.

  He was correct.

  Catherine planted her feet on either side of him, slowly rising up and falling back down, her skirt lifted around her waist so that he could see every moment. She undid her shirt, button by button, her pace as agonizingly slow as her hip movements, content to torment him for these brief moments. Slowly, her body revealed itself to him, the skin of her beautifully tanned chest almost glowing in the afternoon light. The shirt fell to the floor, followed by her bra, her breasts heaving with every breath as she continued to bounce on his glorious dick. Slowly, as if he was approaching a work of art, he lifted his hands, taking one of her heaving globes in his palm, feeling the exquisite softness of her skin against his. She smiled at the look on his face, his jaw slack as he squeezed, yet before he could appreciate it further she shoved him downwards, his back hitting the desk as her hips once more descended on him.

  While she enjoyed teasing him before, Catherine had needs herself. Just like what he was so eager to give her, she loved it rough, fast, wild, so when her hips rose and fell it was with the pace and impact of a car crash, the vibrations from their bodies meeting shaking their very bones. She leaned backwards, her hands running through her hair while Mike could only look on stunned.

  “This woman, this goddess, wants me.” He thought to himself, “What the fuck did I do right?”

  She dropped to her knees, his cock disappearing as deep as it could go as she ground her hips back and forth, her drenched slit leaving a trail along his body where it touched. She leaned over him, her mouth only capable of telling him the most primal things on her mind, “God, you've got an amazing cock.” She dragged her tongue along his neck, “You know just how to give it to me.”

  He grabbed her ass roughly, “Why don't you bend over this desk? I'll show you exactly what I can give you.”

  She grinned, her teeth gleaming, pulling herself off of his hardness, their wetness trailing along the desk underneath her. She leaned over, her back angled and her ass sticking high in the air. He stepped behind her, running his hand along her cheek, “Spread them.”

  She placed both her hands on her cheeks, spreading them apart and letting him see every inch of her body. He squeezed roughly, running his fingers lightly down her crease, his fingers lightly teasing the tight pucker of her other hole. She shivered, and he chuckled, “That looks fucking amazing.” He positioned himself at her dripping entrance, “But we'll save that for another day.”

  He rammed himself forward, so forcefully that the desk moved another foot, her whole body shifting and her almost shrieking in surprise and delight. Everyone always treated her like some delicate little flower, like something that if you dared to suggest taking any way other than slowly would scream and run for the hills. But not Mike, he knew what she wanted. She wanted to be given everything, she wanted to feel the results of their coupling for days afterwards, she wanted to be taken like an animal. And right now, there was no way to describe their fucking other than beastly.

  He squeezed her round ass, his fingers digging in deep and kneading the soft flesh. When she grabbed his hand and looked at him in sheer lust, he knew what she wanted. He lifted his hand, bringing it down with power, but not as much as he could have. She wanted this, but he still wanted to test the waters. His palm met her behind with a light tap, her resulting groan needy and frustrated. He lifted it again, slapping it back down with a resounding crack, and all it took was her guttural moan and the tightening of her walls to know that was just right. He did it again, and again, watching the skin of her right cheek turn more and more pink.

  By the fifth slap, her moans were desperate, not even bothering to muffle her voice anymore. He reached around, grabbing her face and placing two of his fingers over her lips. She took them into her mouth, sucking desperately against them, lest she alert the whole neighborhood with her cries of passion.

  His thrusts started to get more erratic, shallower, and it didn't take her much to realize that he was about to cum.

  She pulled back off his fingers, her hips still slamming backwards against his, “My face, I want it on my face!”

  He pulled out of her sloppily, her knees slamming against the ground in her desperation to get in front of his cock. He worked his hand back and forth frantically, her face directly in front of him, her mouth open and her tongue out to catch what he could give her.

  He erupted violently, his release arcing over her and hitting her forehead, draping itself over her glasses. The feeling of his cum covering her was the final step she needed, a deep groan coming out of her as her orgasm took over, the taste of his seed on her lips and down her throat making her clench her legs together and whimper.

  By the time he finished, she was barely recognizable, her face dripping with his release and a giggle shaking her body. She dragged her finger across her face, collecting as much as she could and sweeping it into her mouth, swallowing the thick load with visible effort. She smirked, “There is no way that we’re stopping this when you get to college.”

  He sat back on a nearby chair, the sight of her eating his cum making him go weak in the knees, “Are you kidding? No way am I giving this up.”

  Chapter Three

  He was speechless, he hadn’t been able to speak for the last hour, not since it had been announced. Mike expected it to be a dream, or a cruel joke, but everyone kept insisting it was real, Red even punched him in the arm when he asked him to (He insisted on a pinch but Red wanted to make sure).

  The words would likely ring in his head forever, “And accepting a scholarship to the University of California, Mike Riley!” He’d walked numbly onto the stage, looking out at all the people clapping and crying for him. His mother was crying, his sister was crying, hell, even Red was crying. But when he looked over at her, he didn’t see tears, he saw a smile, he saw pride. Her eyes never left his, not even once he left the stage and took his seat.

  She walked up to him after the ceremony, his mother and sister leaving for home, knowing that he, like every other student that night was planning on attending one party or another. He was standing with Red, his friend insisting that he hadn’t been crying for him when he felt her hand on his shoulder.

  He turned, her smile stretching her cheeks and wrinkling the corners of her eyes, no one could fake pride that well, “Wonderful work, Mike, everyone is so proud of you.” She turned to Red, “Sorry, could you give us a minute?”

  Mike stepped in, “Uhh, don’t get mad but… he knows.”

  Her eyes widened in shock, her gaze flicking between the two of them, “I… I um… but…”

  His friend chuckled, taking mercy on her, “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna tell no one.” He held his hand out, “Thanks for looking out for my guy here.”

  After a moment more of shock, she took his hand, shaking it slowly, “Thank you, Red, that means a lot.”

  He looked at her with complete sincerity, “Alright but seriously, do you know any other teachers who’d be down for that? ‘Cause you know, a guys getting’ desperate here…”

  Mike pulled him off and shoved him away, “Alright, get out of here! Go bang a cheerleader or something!”

  Red flipped him off as he walked away, laughing all the while, “Fuck you! I’ll bang two!”

  He turned back sheepishly to Catherine, “I’m uhh… Sorry about him.”

  She giggled, “Don’t be.” She looked across the lawn at Red, “I’m glad you have a friend like that, he really cares about you.”

  “Yeah,” He smiled, “Yeah, he does.”

  “So, what are you going to do now?”

  “Me?” He puffed out a breath, “I suppose I should go out and celebrate. Why?” He smirked, “Do you have any ideas?”

  Sh
e looked around, before leaning into his ear, “You could come back to my place and celebrate.” She licked the shell of his ear, “You could finish what you started the other week…”

  He swallowed, “Yeah… That sounds way better…”

  ***

  The room was heavy with the scent of sex, their two bodies gyrating together in an act that had been going on for god knows how many hours. She was on her knees, her breasts pushed together and his stiff cock pushing through them, her velvety skin incredible surrounding him. She poked her tongue out, licking the head every time it pushed through, the taste of both of their cum driving her mind into even deeper depravity.

  He stopped thrusting, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her up into a bruising kiss, his hand snaking around to grab a plump handful of her ass. “Get on the bed,” He growled, “Ass in the air.”

  Her knees went weak, she knew what was coming, she’d been dreaming of it for weeks. She walked over, laying with her face on the sheets and her ass high in the air, her hands spreading herself wide open without having to be told.

  He chuckled, “Good girl.” He ran his finger over her again, teasing her hole once more, “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to fuck me.” Her plea was breathless, she could barely get the words out.

  “Fuck you?” He grinned, “You want me to fuck you where?”

  She groaned, “My ass… I want you to fuck me in my ass!”

  He pressed his thumb in lightly, relishing the needy gasp that it brought forth, “All in good time.”

  She didn’t have time to plead before he moved forward, pressing a delicate kiss against her entrance. Slowly, his tongue extended, flicking and teasing the tight pucker, her hands shaking as she tried to keep herself open. He took her place, both palms spreading her wide as he continued his feast, his tongue licking and prodding her back entrance over and over again.

  She bit down on the sheets when she felt his finger entering her, slowly stretching her out until he was resting in at the knuckle, delicately moving back and forth to loosen her up. When one became easy, it became two, and when that wasn’t enough, it became three. After ten long, slow minutes, minutes where she thought she was going to cum any second, he withdrew his fingers, her ass an absolute sight to see.

  He prodded her with his cock, “Look at me.” She turned her head, her breath shaky as she waited for him to push forward, “Do you want this?”

  She nodded frantically, “I do! I-I want it!”

  That was all he needed, pushing himself slowly forward. The head disappeared, followed by another inch, her body accepting him easily. He took it slow, knowing that his usual frantic pace would only hurt right now, and that was something he never wanted to do. Another five inches squeezed into her, her teeth tight around the sheets and a groan constantly in her throat.

  When he finally bottomed out, he sat back and looked at her, the sight of his cock buried in her ass the very image that people wrote poems about. He was still, letting her body get used to the girth of him, her ass not as experienced as the rest of her, much to her displeasure. The fact that it felt as incredible as this only made her even more disappointed in her previous partners, and even more thankful to Mike for taking the plunge.

  “Mike… You can move, it’s ok.” She smiled at him, his earnest concern, and not patronizing assumption of her weakness, touching her. He smiled back, pulling out slowly and pushing himself in, clearly restraining himself. She moaned as every one of his nine inches rubbed against her insides, her body feeling so absurdly full every time he pressed in as far as he could go.

  Eventually, slow wasn’t enough for her, “Mike, I love this.” She looked back at him, dead serious, “But please, fuck me like you mean it.”

  He smirked, his teeth shining with a predatory gleam, before he lifted his hand and brought it down on her ass cheek, pulling out and thrusting in deep at the same time. She gasped, her hole clenching around him as he continued to thrust, her body gripping him almost painfully. He attacked her asshole ravenously, desperate to give her the fucking she wanted, nay, the fucking she deserved, his balls slapping against her dripping wet slit every time he slammed into her.

  He reached forward, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling, her back arching and her mouth gaping as he continued to buck his hips, “Oh, fuck yes!” She reached down, pushing three fingers into herself and desperately working them, her thumb pressing hard into her clit. They were close, both chasing their orgasms as they tried to cum with the other.

  Catherine clenching around him was all he needed, her climax tightening her ass to an almost impossible degree. He took one last thrust, burying himself as deeply as he could, emptying every drop of cum he had into her, the tightness of her hole making it feel like she was about to overflow. Sure enough when he pulled out it was followed by a steady stream of his release, both of them collapsing forward and forgetting all about the cum staining her sheets.

  He kissed her temple, “You gonna come visit me every now and then?”

  She chuckled, “You promise to fuck my ass like that again, I’ll come visit you every second day.” He laughed, snuggling into her back. She smiled softly, “I’ll come visit, if you want me to. I’m… pretty fond of you, you know?”

  He looked at her, a gentle smile on his face, “I know, I feel the same way.” He leaned forward, kissing her lips softly, “Thank you. For everything.”

  She shook her head, “It was all you, you got here because of you. I just helped get you a chance.” She ran her hand down his cheek, “You deserve so much more…”

  He smiled, gazing into her eyes, “I don’t need more.” He kissed her forehead, “I’ve got everything I want.”

  Story 4

  It was a bright, warm day and the weather was pleasant for that time of the year, but eighteen year old Jenny was far too nervous to feel the heat of the sun on her face. She let out a soft shiver, despite the temperature.

  Carla slipped her arm into Jenny’s and gave her a little squeeze of encouragement and support.

  “Come on, you’ll be fine,” she reassured her with a smile. “Every woman’s had this at some point. There’s literally nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about.”

  “I know,” mumbled Jenny. “That’s what my mom told me.”

  “And your mom’s right. She must have had dozens of these kind of check ups over the years. And I’m sure you’d rather have this than like…I don’t know…get cancer or something. Because there’s a risk, y’know, if you don’t get these check ups – “

  “I know, I know,” Jenny interrupted. “You’re right. Mom’s right. I can’t help being nervous, okay?” She huffed a bit and pushed some of her medium length blonde hair back off her face. “I just don’t like the idea of some stranger poking around down there.”

  “Oh, I dunno about that,” Carla teased. “Having a stranger poke around down there sounds kinda fun to me.”

  “Yeah, maybe to you, cause you’re a…slut!” Jenny laughed and slapped Carla lightly on the arm.

  Carla giggled and returned the slap. “Am not!”

  Their joking around did improve Jenny’s mood, however, and for the rest of the day she tried to put the appointment out of her mind and focus on their lectures, and on enjoying themselves.

  Jenny and Carla had known each other a long while. They’d first met at high school, and become best friends then. Now, they were studying at the same University, and although they were on different courses – and therefore attended different lectures – they still lived together and hung out with one another whenever they could. They were pretty much inseparable, and still the best of friends, despite having made acquaintances with other people on their courses.

  They shared everything together, sought advice from one another, and told each other their secrets, fears, hopes and dreams.

  Neither of them had boyfriends – or girlfriends for that matter – and a lot of the time, when they were out, people assumed they
were a couple. Occasionally, they’d play up to that and link arms or hold hands, call each other ‘darling’ and ‘babe’. Once, they’d even kissed each other in public just to keep up their act. For them, it was just a bit of fun, and although they were both bisexual, they could never actually date each other. They were best friends. It would just be too weird.

  The last time either of them had dated was in high school, and that was hardly serious – it rarely is at high school, after all. Since going to Uni, they hadn’t had time for that kind of thing, although Carla had brought home a one night stand in their first week after a night out.

  It was three in the afternoon that day by the time they saw each other next, having spent the majority of the day in their lectures.

  “How are you?” Carla smiled and leaned in to give her friend a hug, knowing how stressed out she’d been earlier that morning.