Susan O'Malley loved the beach, the relaxed setting, the sun. And it was a great place for the sexy older gal to sit with a cooler full of cold chardonnay and get hammered. Susan loved her chardonnay on the beach. She was a silver-haired beauty of 65, slender build but strong from years of exercising, big brown eyes, an impressive chest that had given away...
Betty loved vacationing at the beach. Every day of her trip had been perfect so far. During the days, she and her friends enjoyed laying out on the warm white sands under a nearly-cloudless sky. And during the nights, they partied in the seaside town's bars and clubs. Betty had vowed to never pee in a toilet during her vacation, and so far she had been man...
Susan watched young Amy kissing Alana and smiled as best she could, what with her mouth locked around one of Alana's wrinkled old tithes. Amy's eyes were closed and she moaned as she thrust her tongue into Alana's mouth, the age difference of 46 years not bothering her in the least. Nor did whom she was making out with - her grandmother, whose own eyes were...
Ailish, the young, attractive and magically gifted young princess, heir to the throne of the Bright Empire, was currently bored. Along with her guardian, the seductively lithe form of Buki, a direct descendant of the cat people of the great Mo, they had been travelling the dusty imperial road for over an hour now. Nothing had attacked them. The skies had not...
Susan O'Malley hadn't been to a football game in years. But she was at one now, the local high school variety, stopping by to see the grandson of one of her close friends. And that someone was Brett Hannigan. A young man she'd dominated with her piss, her pussy, her asshole, one day at the beach. Which later turned to doing the same with the boy's mother. T...
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is one in a series of stories about Susan O'Malley, a sexy older woman who loves to dominate men and women, young and old, with her golden showers. It contains scenes of extreme female domination and sex, pee-drinking, facesitting, farting, etc) Susan O'Malley wasn't much of a church goer. Never, in fact, did she go to church, save fo...
The morning arrived, shafts of sunlight pressing in through gaps in the thick curtains. I awoke, half in and out of sleep. I had been dreaming of the 'Kitty Litter' and of a pressing need to return for another outdoor pee with other girls from the University. In my dream I had been denied my intent, always turned around before I could reach the spot by the t...
"Dammit," she growled to herself. "Gotta go." Susan O'Malley flew down the street, a familiar one where friends lived, on her daily five-mile run. She was nearing her street, but that was several minutes away and she had to pee and pee badly. She loved the sensation when she had someone to share it with, but she was alone this day. Susan was a well-kept, s...
Rose sat in front of the computer screen sipping her third beer while rubbing her wet pussy under her panties, as the characters in the story she was reading are loudly fucking in a bus station rest room. The action in the story is hot, but what really has her pussy dripping is the anticipation of who will piss on whom, and how, as the urgency in her bladd...
I woke early the next morning, and gathered all the wet clothes and towels and threw them in the washing machine. As I made coffee I mentally prepared my story, checking it for plausibility, hiding my shame from myself, making sure I sounded like the good guy, not the guy who pissed on my naked little sister in the tub. I told it to myself over and over, mak...