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Simon was at it again tonight. And for the umpteenth time for the past six months now. Echoing in his garage was the typical cacophony one could expect to hear from a middle-aged man’s home – shrieking drills, thundering hammers, and the deafening clangs of tools falling to the concrete floor.
At forty-two years old with a mostly-bald head, brown eyes, and an average stature in jeans and a white t-shirt, Simon Wells was an inventor by trade, through and through. Though his line of work could rarely ever be considered profitable, there was nevertheless a sense of pride in it that he could derive from nowhere else, from having invented numerous new methods of engine production, to new chemicals he would synthesize from simple household items. This time around, he was hard at work at what would be his magnum opus.
Standing at around eight feet tall before him was a rectangularly shaped contraption comprised of glass, steel, copper, wires, and a plethora of other materials with multisyllabic names – a cloning machine he dedicated so much work into to the detriment of his relationship with his wife, Cecilia.
“Coming to bed yet, honey?” she asked one evening five months ago with a hint of hope in her tone so obvious that even a person in one of the most crowded places on Earth could hear. But not Simon, whose eyes peered down at a notebook laid before him on his office desk, with various scribbles of math equations scattered about.
A disappointed sigh escaped Cecilia’s lips while she waited for a response from her husband; as the pause took its long, torturous toll on her, she took in the sight of the office – like the garage, it looked more like a workshop rather than its intended purpose as an office; attached to the wall adjacent to her was a flatscreen TV, and beneath that was a dresser mostly filled with clothes, in addition to more hardware tools and such. And sitting in front of her was Simon, still scribbling away on his notebook. The desk, meanwhile, was scattered with even more hardware tools, along with the usual pens, pencils, and blank sheets of paper. The only other piece furnishing indicating that the room was, indeed, an office, was the collection of framed newspaper clippings of her husband’s achievements, along with various degrees and certificates on his academic and professional accomplishments, as well as photographs of himself posed with his inventions.
“Honey, are you coming to bed yet?” Cecilia repeated, more loudly this time. Curvaceous and two years older than Simon, she had dark skin glistening with a fresh, light layer of moisturizer, and she was clad in purple lingerie and a black bathrobe that was untied around her waist; in addition to this was her bob-cut black hair and warm, amber eyes outlined with makeup that remained fixated on her husband with an air of impatience that gradually rose.
“Uh, not right now, dear,” Simon finally replied, albeit with an offhandedness that only served to further fuel her growing impatience.
“Fine,” she snapped before heading off to sleep.
The couple’s bedroom had walls painted in a shade of tannish white and a light-colored wooden floor. Positioned in the center of the bedroom was, of course, the bed, with white and purple sheets, blankets and pillows; to the right of the bed was another dresser filled with more of Simon’s clothes and with a few pictures of him and his wife together on their wedding day and various other occasions on top. To the left was the white table where Cecilia applied her makeup and stylized her hair. And in front of the bed was the door to the ensuite bathroom, its walls of the same tannish white color, a toilet with a shag covering of the same color of purple as the bed, and a walk-in shower.
Once in bed, she brought out a pink vibrator from under the mattress and eyed it with that same disappointment written all over her face.
“Doesn’t my husband even know I exist anymore,” she said, dejected, before moving aside her thong and placing the vibrator on her labia and turning it on. As it vibrated and sent waves of pleasure that she could just barely perceive, she closed her eyes and snaked her other hand to her breasts to massage them, though this, too, did little (if at all) to help.
“I need a man,” she moaned. “I need a man.”
Similarly, as Simon scribbled away on his notebook, his phone (for lack of better words) vibrated in his pocket. Upon retrieving it, he saw a text from a phone number unlisted on his contacts list.
**202-555-0173:** Giving off that dilf energy, are you?
“What the...?” he mumbled, mildly unsettled. And when there was even a subtle tap on his office window, he jumped in his seat and rose from it to find his neighbor, Kelly Maxwell, smugly gazing at him with her exuberant green eyes.
At twenty-two years old, the freckle-faced college girl had a small grey backpack slung over her shoulders; atop her head was dirty-blonde hair tied into a ponytail, and she was seductively dressed in a loose-fitting, light-blue cropped tank top that only just barely covered her cleavage but accentuated her sun-kissed complexion and thin body, and tight denim shorts with Converse shoes and no socks.
Phone still in hand another pebble in her other, she sent Simon another text.
**202-555-0173:** Enjoying the view daddy?
The inventor’s heart beat faster than ever before, both at how attractive she was (loathe as he was to admit), and her youthfulness and spontaneity. Not to mention, at his underlying fear of the repercussions of having such an affair as one with someone as young as her.
On pure instinct, he sent his own response.
**Simon:** Who are you?
**Simon:** How’d you get this number? And why are you messaging me?
Sweat beaded on his head as his heart continued beating rapidly. And during this whole ordeal with the young temptress, he hardly breathed at all, the oxygen in the air seemingly nonexistent.
**202-555-0173:** Now your really giving off that big daddy energy.
**202-555-0173:** I’m Kelly. Hello neighbor!
**Simon:** We need to talk. Now!
Simon slammed his phone down on his desk and rushed out the door to speak to this strange girl. Once outside after making sure that the door and curtains were closed behind him, he spoke.
“I’m gonna ask again – why are you messaging me?”
“Hey, take a chill pill there,” she said, smirking, her voice adorably high-pitched and with a slight southern drawl. “Like I said, I’m Kelly, Brian Maxwell’s daughter. I moved here from Texas two years ago to attend Portland State. You’ve met Brian before, right?”
“Yeah. I did,” Simon said tersely. “Brian Maxwell. We met at a Fourth of July barbeque last year, and that was that. But I’ve never seen you before.”
“But I’ve seen you before,” Kelly countered. “Are you always wearing that same outfit? White shirt and jeans?”
“Well, when you have so many good ideas, clothing choice is the last thing on your mind,” Simon explained with a feigned hint of modesty in his tone, almost bragging.
An awkward pause between the two of them ensued; for Simon, it may as well have lasted a week, his heart still rapidly beating as he awkwardly stood outside his house with nothing more to say. Kelly, meanwhile, stared deeply into the middle-aged man’s eyes, her teeth visibly sinking into her bottom lip, causing an involuntary (albeit somewhat pleasurable) twitch in his cock.
“I know how you’re really feeling right now,” she said slowly, finally breaking the silence. “I know how *hard*\-working you are. Your wife obviously isn’t appreciating that.”
“That’s none of your business,” he snapped. “And how would you know anyway?”
“I have my ways.” Kelly’s tempting smile grew with each second. And then, without so much as even a subtle warning, she stepped forward until her face was just inches away from Simon’s and placed her soft hand on his crotch.
“W-What...are you doing?” he croaked out.
“What are *you* doing?” said Kelly, smirking. “Why haven’t you stepped back yet?” At first, she moved gently up and down on his crotch, her fingers sliding over his cockhead and reaching down to his balls through his pants, while her other hand snaked down to his thighs.
“I know what you want, mister,” she whispered, her warm breath kissing his nose and lips. “I know what you want. What you need. Let me take care of you.”
Her hand picked up the pace, the pressure from her palm applied more strongly now as she wrapped as much of it as she could all around the older man’s sensitive bits.
“I-I’m busy with something right now,” Simon grunted back, barely able to speak fluidly anymore. “A-And you’re too young.”
“I’m *twenty-two*!” Kelly exclaimed in amusement. “I’m on a gap semester right now. I’m bored. I live *all alone* away from home. Maybe you can be my *dad*dy.”
“Holy sh*it*,” Simon groaned. “Fuck!” Slowly, a familiar pressure started building within his crotch, and his cock continued twitching in glee at Kelly’s soft, skillful handiwork.
“I can take care of you, *dad*dy,” she continued. “I know what guys like you need.”
“I’m guessing you must be a favorite of your professors’.”
“For *entirely* different reasons.” Kelly laughed, her hot, arousing breath continuing its assault on Simon’s face and bringing him closer and closer to climax as her hand massaged his cock and balls.
“I’m an *A* student,” she continued. “I’ve just watched enough porn by now to know what a man wants.”
“Oh, so you’re actually a virgin?” Simon scoffed, trying his best to keep up his demeanor as a more responsible adult, but to no avail with the pressure in him becoming stronger and stronger.
“Oh, I’m not a *vir*gin,” Kelly whispered. “I’ve had sex before, but only twice. That second time, I realized...” she then moved her lips to Simon’s ear, planting soft kisses along the way to sweeten the deal.
“I need an older man,” she whispered.
Unable to contain himself any longer, the inventor came. And a visible wet spot on his jeans started to appear, which he then tried his best to conceal with his shirt.
Promptly, Kelly’s hand came to a stop; eagerly, she pulled it back and gave it a sniff.
“Smell’s good,” she said. “If you wanna meet up sometime today, head over to my home. It’s just across the street from yours. I’m alone all day and I’ve got nothing else going on.” And with that, Kelly returned home, taking care to walk in a certain fashion such that her hips hypnotically swayed left and right, causing Simon’s mouth to hang open in amazement before he quickly closed it shut.
“I need to get back to work.”
“By the way...” Kelly momentarily stopped in her tracks and turned around to face Simon one last time for the day. “You never told me your name.”
“I assumed you already knew,” Simon explained, his wit slowly returning. “Especially considering that you know about my turbulent marriage already. Why bother?”
The devilish, dirty-blonde kept her gaze on him, her expression expectant and demanding in a way that made him shiver at his knees.
“It’s Simon,” he said finally. “Nice meeting you, Kelly.” Pleased with herself, she entered back inside her home, her tight, hypnotic ass disappearing once she shut the door.
With all the stress completely wiped from Simon’s mind by his adept neighbor who was now eagerly awaiting his visit, he was back at his desk finishing up the final design plans of his cloning machine. Just when he was about to write the last number necessary for the calculations and such, Cecilia stood behind him once more, this time with a stern look on her face.
“I heard you walk outside for a moment,” she said. “What was that about?”
“Nothing, dear,” Simon replied quickly. “I just needed to get some air, is all.”
“Okay,” his wife said, audibly skeptical, but deciding not to ask any further before returning to bed.
Later that night on that same day, whilst the struggling couple laid in bed in complete silence, Cecilia slid next to him and wrapped her arm around his waist while her other hand snaked over to his crotch to fish his cock out of his boxers.
“W-What are you doing?” Simon drowsily mumbled.
“Aren’t you gonna be a good husband and take care of me?” she begged, continuing her advances. “I miss those times when we’d make love, and I want us to go back to that.”
As she said all this, images of his earlier tryst with Kelly flashed through his mind – the loose-fitting tank top, her hot breath on his face, her soft hand deftly massaging his crotch and bringing him to cum. With his eyelids ajar, he rose from bed and pinned his wife to the mattress, his face hovering over hers.
“You want me to take care of you, huh?” he whispered, imagining his wife as Kelly instead. “I’ll do it. I’ll take good care of you.”
“Oh! Yes, honey!” she said gleefully. “Take me.”
Simon started off by sliding the purple bra down his wife’s shoulders, exposing her supple breasts and nipples that were erect with delight. He then lowered his lips down to them, only to be stopped by his wife’s palm.
“I don’t want you to do that,” she complained. “I want you to just take me.” With her free hand, she gestured for Simon to simply take the plunge into her and plow her, though he had something else in mind. Disappointed and at conflicting interests with his wife, however, he then climbed off of her and laid back in bed.
“Wait, what?” she said. “Did I do something wrong or –”
“I don’t think I’m too interested tonight,” Simon blurted out. “I just...I wanted to take the time to admire your body first, and –”
“So, you don’t really feel like fucking me?” Cecilia snapped. “Is that it? Is this your way of keeping me –”
“That’s not what I said!” Simon countered. “I said '*first*'. I wanted to take the time to admire your body *first*.”
“Well, I’m not really interested in oral, *Simon*,” she said, this time using her husband’s name to damaging effect as he perceptively jumped in bed. “I always have to instruct you on what to do, even though we’ve been married for the past *four years* already! And you always seem to do it with the expectation that I’ll reciprocate.”
“I-I’m sorry. I never meant to...and sometimes...I forget,” he stammered, completely taken aback.
“And not to mention, it’s always *me* who has to be the one to initiate,” Cecilia continued. “I wanted a *man*, Simon. And I ended up marrying a geek.” Disgusted at her husband and herself, she grumbled and turned her back on him.
“Let’s just go to sleep. I don’t think I want to talk to you for a while.”
Simon resigned himself to Cecilia’s words and closed his eyes. As best as he tried to fall asleep, the stinging sensation of the silent night and his wife’s tirade remained.
The next morning, at around six o’clock, he quietly rose from bed and retrieved a pair of jeans from one of the drawers in the dresser. Upon slipping out of his pajama pants and into the jeans, he took one last glance at his wife.
“I tried my best, honey,” he whispered while she remained fast asleep. And with that, he headed out the door and walked over to the house across the street, where Kelly lived.
Just after Simon left home, Cecilia awoke, her suspicions about her husband stronger than ever.
*“I tried my best, honey,” he whispered while she remained fast asleep.*
“That...*ass*hole,” she hissed, her arms punching down on her pillows.
Returning to Simon and his own soon-to-begin extramarital affair after knocking on the door, almost immediately, Kelly appeared, dressed in a simple white t-shirt (no bra) and grey sweatpants, with her dirty-blonde hair bedraggled, and her eyes just barely opened from having just woken up, but nevertheless remaining youthful and alluring, like a new rollercoaster Simon was about to take a ride on.
“So, you invited me over yesterday,” he mumbled awkwardly.
“Yes,” said Kelly slowly. “You want to come in?”
Not saying anything more, Simon entered her home and stood firmly next to one of the living room’s couches while she shut the door.
“You want a drink?” she asked after closing it.
Once again on pure impulse, he pinned the young, Texan temptress to the wall and crashed his lips against hers.
“Holy fuck!” she said breathily between kisses. All the while, the most that the middle-aged inventor could muster were simple, feral growls that served to further turn on Kelly. He then slithered his tongue into her mouth and met hers, resulting in a heated duel that ended in his victory as he claimed his prize with both his mouth and body.
“Yeah, that’s right, *dad*dy,” she continued. “Savor your prize.”
He then slid his mouth down her neck and planted more kisses, his hands also exploring the rest of her body and lifting her t-shirt, exposing her small, firm breasts.
“You like ‘em?” she asked.
Still not saying anything, his lips then moved down to her nipples, which he eagerly and desperately suckled and lightly bit.
“Fuck! That feels good,” she moaned, her own hands moving to the back of Simon’s neck to keep his mouth where she wanted it.
“My wife...never lets me do this,” he finally managed to say. “I like...showing a pretty girl how much I admire them.”
“Well, I’d be happy to be your pillow princess for the day,” she remarked.
Happily, Simon then flicked his tongue against Kelly’s left nipple while he gently pinched her other with his thumb and forefinger.
“Thank you, princess,” he said gratefully; meanwhile, he then snaked his other hand into Kelly’s sweatpants and down to her own sensitive parts, taking in every inch of her body with his touch. Once his hand was at its destination, he grinded his palm against her labia through her panties.
“Wet already?” he asked as smugly as she was just yesterday.
“Older guys are hot as fuck,” said Kelly, her breathing harsher now against Simon’s neck, a sensation which he gratefully welcomed back. Wanting to continue and enhance it, he picked up the pace of his hand grinding against Kelly’s warm, wet womanhood, his thumb occasionally flicking against her clitoris.
“My turn now, naughty girl,” he said while he kept his mouth occupied with her nipple. All these sensations happening at once drove Kelly to the edge of climax.
“I’m gonna cum so much,” she said. “I’m gonna...”
Emboldened, Simon then got down on his knees and pulled her sweatpants and panties down, fully exposing her vagina, now soaked in its arousal; tingles crawled up her spine when he pouted his lips and lightly blew air on its surface.
“Oh, God! Argh!” Before she knew it, his mouth was all over her pussy, his tongue lapping away her sweet, slightly salty juices, and occasionally flicking at her clitoris.
“Fuck! You’re so good at that!” she moaned.
“Mm-hm,” he hummed in agreement, his vibrating lips bringing even more tingles up her spine and getting her closer and closer to an intense climax. “My wife...never lets me do this.”
Not wanting to cum just yet, she then pushed Simon to the opposite wall with a forcefulness that sent a tsunami wave of shock and fear washing over him.
“Oh shit!” he exclaimed. “Listen, I’m *really* sorry. It’s just I –”
“No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Kelly assured, an amused, genuine smile on her face that brought him a warmth he hadn’t felt in years and greatly missed.
“It’s just...I wanna take care of you too.” She then took hold of Simon’s wrist and directed him to take a seat in one of the living room couches. Once he took his seat, she got down on her knees.
“Here, let me return the favor by sucking your cock,” she said.
As she went to work on Simon’s pants, he took a long gaze at the living room and its furnishings – it was white, with a dark-wood floor and a flatscreen TV in front of him. Between him and the TV was a glass-topped coffee table with various books stocked inside, and cheap, black-leather couches.
Once his pants were at his ankles, she fished his cock out through his boxers, allowing it to stick out through the slot in them.
“Holy shit!” she gasped. “I mean, I know most older guys are pretty big, but I always thought that it was all just bullshit in porn.”
“My wife always thought...ah, fuck!” Before Simon could explain any further, Kelly immediately kissed and lightly suckled his cockhead, moaning in approval of its taste.
“Your wife is definitely missing out,” she said between kisses.
“Definitely,” Simon agreed. “But wait, your dad could be here at any moment, and –”
“My dad might’ve bought the place for me, but I still own it,” Kelly countered. “You’re a guest at my home. Let me show you a little southern hospitality.”
Deciding to give it her all, Kelly took Simon into her mouth again, this time, going deeper and deeper until she was halfway. The wet tightness of her throat, paired with her tongue slathering the underside of his manhood, quickly drove him to the edge of climaxing once more.
“F-Fuck, baby!” he grunted. Meanwhile, the talented Texan bobbed her head at a steady, rhythmic pace, spit crawling from her protruding tongue and down his thighs and balls.
“Hrgh!” she gagged whilst sloppily and expertly slurping the whole length of his cock.
Just before Kelly could finish her breathtaking performance, there was a knock at her door. Immediately, she pulled her mouth off of Simon.
“Damnit!” she cursed whilst wiping her mouth with her shirt. “I gotta get the door. You stay here.”
Simon nodded in agreement and returned his cock to his boxers and pulled his pants back on.
“Hey, Dad!” Kelly said in the background to the person outside the door. “Surprised to see you here...no, not at all. Come in!”
She moved herself and the door aside, and promptly, a man entered; he was around the same age as Simon, with neatly combed brown hair, glasses, an averagely thin build clothed in a navy-blue suit and a red tie, and dark-brown leather shoes.
“Simon!” he said, as though meeting a friend he hadn’t seen in years in the same southern drawl as his daughter. “Good to see you again. How are ya?”
“Doing...doing good, Mr. Maxwell,” said Simon, his nervousness fortunately falling on deaf ears.
“Simon, I thought we agreed that you would just call me Brian.” Brian laughed, his perfect white teeth showing.
“Right. Brian,” said Simon. “I’m doing good, Brian. I’ve just been so busy.”
“That, you have, my friend,” said Brian, his laughter finally dissipating, but his smile remaining. “The cloning machine, right?”
“Right. The cloning machine,” said Simon, immediately tense with suspicion instead of nervousness. “How do you know about that?”
“You told me. Remember?” Brian laughed again, those same straight white teeth showing. “Back at the Fourth of July party. You said you should be done in a year at most. Is it almost finished?”
“Yes. Almost,” said Simon, this time tersely.
“That’s wonderful, buddy. I’ve already told my company about it.”
“Your company?”
There was a mild annoyance that started to tinge Brian’s voice, as best as he tried at covering it up with laughter. Nevertheless, he continued with,
“We talked for hours about this last year, Simon. I work for Black Lightning, a defense contractor. I told my employers last week, and they said they’re interested. That’s why I’m here, plus some other business.”
Simon gritted his teeth in anger as a certain warmth washed over him. And all the while, he clenched his down on the couch’s armrest, giving it his all not to punch the businessman and father of the college girl who blew him only a few minutes ago.
Finally, he settled with, “I’m...*glad* you told them, Brian. I can assure you that I’m almost finished. Speaking of which...” he then rose from the couch and offered his hand to Brian.
“I should really get back to work on finishing the thing. It was nice meeting you though.”
“One more thing, Simon,” said Brian. “I must ask – what were you doing *here* anyway?”
“Simon was just helping me with some math homework,” Kelly chimed in to Simon’s rescue. “I figured that since he’s an inventor, he’d be pretty good at math. And I was right.”
“And right you were,” said Brian, patting his daughter on the back. He then turned his gaze to Simon.
“I’m telling you, buddy, this girl’s a real smarty. She *knows* how to use her resources and suck up that knowledge.”
A smirk escaped Simon, which he quickly disguised as a cough before replying with, “I’m...happy to hear that. And I’m sure she’s got a bright future ahead of her.”
“Well, I look forward to seeing the finished prototype,” said Brian, changing the subject before shaking Simon’s hand. “It was great seeing you, buddy.”
Whilst Simon made his way out of Kelly’s house in renewed spirits despite the interruption, Cecilia peered through the living room window back inside his own home, her jaw visibly tensed up and her eyes squinting down at him in disgust.
“That...fucking sicko.”
Now returning to the present, Simon continued work on his cloning machine, sweat beading on his head while a sense of fear and excitement panged him to no end.
*“It’s been four months already, buddy. How the hell aren’t you finished yet?”*
*“I just need one more month, Brian. That’s it.”*
In the midst of his work, his phone vibrated in his pocket, causing a startled jump in him.
“*Another* text?” he mumbled. Upon retrieving his phone from his pocket, he noticed (much to both his relief and mild annoyance) another text from Kelly.
**Kelly:** Home alone tonight, daddy.
**Kelly:** Plz cum over, daddy.
**Kelly:** :,(
"This girl again?” Simon sighed in frustration, his libido comparably lower than hers at the moment. With a rushed tapping of his fingers across the screen, he typed his response.
**Simon:** Can’t tonight, baby. Daddy’s hard at work.
**Kelly:** But not hard for me?? Your good girl NEEDS you.
**Kelly:** Plz!
“Ah, fuck it!” Simon whispered under his breath. He snuck back into the house and into the bathroom before hastily slamming the door behind him and locking it. He undid his pants and pulled out his cock – girthy, uncut, and at least nine inches long. He quickly took a picture with his phone and applied a caption.
**Simon:** Here’s a little appetizer for you, babe. For now.
**Simon:** \>:-)
Suddenly, and in a moment of complete tomfoolery, he sent the pic and caption to Cecilia instead.
“FUCK ME!” he boomed. Not even a moment later, Cecilia’s response appeared.
**Cecilia:** What the fuck?!
Simon quickly dialed up his wife.
“Honey,” he said. “I’m sorry, but that was a complete accident. I didn’t mean –”
“What the fuck is *that* supposed to mean?!” she screeched over the phone. “What? You’ve been *fucking* someone else?”
“N-No, not at all,” Simon stammered. “I...” His voice trailed off as he slowly found himself thinking of his invention. *Fuck, I hope this works*, he thought.
“It wasn’t me,” he declared. “One of my clones did it. For the past month I’ve spent testing my cloning machine, I’ve been having...problems with them.”
“Yeah, right,” Cecilia scoffed before promptly hanging up.
Simon washed his hands and returned to the garage to finish his cloning machine. After about ten more minutes of tinkering, it was finally complete.
“Well. Here goes nothing.” Simon tapped a button on the side of the steel, box-shaped contraption and promptly, it ran a red laser over him to scan his appearance; about ten seconds later or so, there was something of a rumble. And then out of a metal door on the other side of the contraption came The Clone. Most surprisingly, it came out not just appearing identical to Simon, but also dressed in the same exact attire he wore – jeans and a white t-shirt.
“Err...hello?” said The Clone, surprisingly identical to him even in voice.
“Oh, thank God!” Simon whispered under his breath in relief. “Okay,” he continued to The Clone. “Brass tacks – I need you to take responsibility for a dick pic I took on accident.”
“What –”
Before The Clone could finish its sentence, Simon called out to his wife.
“Honey!”
“WHAT?!” Cecilia boomed. Upon entering the garage, she stood with folded arms and glared at Simon and The Clone, her nostrils flaring.
Cecilia tonight – ironically enough – had on a light-blue bathrobe, a pink t-shirt, and white pajama pants, and all the while she was visibly angry at her husband. Under normal circumstances, Simon would be smirking, but with his marriage at stake, desperation was the only emotion he felt.
“It was *my clone*. You see?” Simon continued. Furtively and hastily, he additionally made the effort to force his phone into The Clone’s hands for good measure. “It’s not *my* dick pic you saw; it was *his*.”
“That’s total bullshit!” Cecilia snapped. “I’ve been watching you all these months – always going to what’s-her-name’s house.”
“Honey, I haven’t,” Simon denied, begging by this point. “Like I said earlier, it’s my cloning machine. Test after test, they –”
“They *what*, Simon?!” Cecilia was red in the face by this point, and out for blood as far as Simon could tell, but he stood his ground nevertheless, confident in his alibi.
He took a deep breath to compose himself, inhaling from his nose and exhaling from his mouth, his heartrate coming to a subtle slow.
“The clones always come out...horny,” he conceded, not at all honest about it, of course. “That pic I sent you a moment ago, the caption...those visits...none of that was me.”
Cecilia stood for another moment in complete silence, her expression hard and still glaring.
“Show me,” she said tersely.
*Fuck!* Simon thought, his anxious gaze moving toward The Clone. *This guy clearly doesn’t even know what’s happening. How the hell am I gonna make this work?*
Meanwhile, just outside the garage and peering into the window at the trio was Kelly, dressed skimpily in just a cropped white t-shirt, sandals, and that same pair of daisy duke denim shorts that hugged and outlined her tight, round ass.
“He...doesn’t want me anymore?” she mumbled, confused. Her eyes then landed on The Clone, and her expression changed from confusion to outright fascination.
“Wait...he actually...did it?”
Back inside the garage, there was still a palpable tension in the air, so strong that Simon could have sworn that he could even hear his own heartbeat. Cecilia then continued on, this time with more authority.
“You heard what I said, *honey*. Show me.”
“Cecilia, dear –”
“We haven’t had sex in *months*. You’ll *both* need to fuck me.” Cecilia then turned to The Clone as well, her heartrate racing with sexual need and coldly pure, vengeful rage.
“What?” asked The Clone, completely clueless about everything happening before him.
“You both need to fuck me,” Cecilia repeated. “That way I can tell which one of you is actually my husband, and which one of you is the pervy asshole. Now, you guys can choose to fuck me at the same time, or you can take turns. Your call.”
“T-This is ridiculous,” Simon spluttered out. “Firstly – and I say this again – I’m *not* cheating on you. And that pic was from The Clone, sent to you as part of some sick prank in his head.”
“I’ve no idea what’s happening here, guys,” said The Clone, his words falling on deaf ears from the failing couple.
“So, what? You have a problem with fucking me, Simon?” she asked. “Or is the problem that not all your clones are actually horny by default?”
“I have a problem with *you* fucking The Clone,” Simon parried. “You might as well say you wanna cheat on me with my own invention.”
“Your *invention’s* invention,” Cecilia retorted back. “Get your head out of your ass for once. Unless you wanna just come out with it already and tell the truth that you have been cheating on me.”
“I’ll get my head out of my ass when you kiss it!” Simon cursed, even kicking a nearby wrench in frustration. Angrily, he started undoing his pants.
“Fine. Let’s get this over with.” He then threw his pants and shoes to one corner of the garage and started stroking his cock; as he did this, images of his trysts with Kelly for the last several months flashed through his mind – her lips wrapped around the head of his dick, her small, perky, lightly freckled tits, her thin, highly flexible frame, her vibrant green eyes and her adorably high-pitched voice with its subtle southern drawl.
“’the fuck’s the holdup, honey?” Cecilia spat out as she untied her bathrobe and threw it to another corner of the garage before pulling down her pajama pants, along with her panties.
“Nothing, dear,” said Simon, finding himself dragged back to reality, in his current predicament. *Damn, I wish Kelly was here right now*, he thought wistfully.
Cecilia bent over the dryer and spat on her hand for lubrication before rubbing her entrance.
“I’ve waited *too* long for this,” she remarked.
Without any further hesitation, Simon took the plunge; slowly, he buried his cock into his wife’s vagina before thrusting in and out at a steady pace.
“Ooh. Fuck!” Cecilia gasped. “Yeah, it’s definitely been *way* too long.”
Meanwhile, Kelly continued watching her neighbors through the window, her breath becoming heavier by the second as she watched Simon gently pound his wife.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. She then moved one hand to her breasts and her other to her womanhood, which was now lightly moistened by the arousing affair happening before her. Not thinking for even a second, she began to massage the both of them, losing herself in masturbation.
Simon proceeded to pick up the pace on his wife, grunting as he tried his hardest to fuck her with as much vigor as he could muster, despite his wife being comparably less tight and satisfying than Kelly.
“Oh, if only you’d been this rough sooner,” she moaned. “If only you’d spent more time on fucking me rather than on all that stupid tinkering you do.”
Releasing a portion of the mixture of his anger and lust, Simon rose his hand to his wife’s ass.
SLAP!
“Argh! Honey!” she cried aloud. “You slapped me?”
Simon slapped her ass again.
SLAP!
“If you’re gonna act like such a slut tonight, dear, I might as well treat you like one,” he spat. Purring with delight, Cecilia played along while The Clone stood still, watching in utter confusion.
“Um...” he chimed in. “May I...what are my orders here?”
“Your orders are to wait,” Cecilia grunted. “Now wait.” Cecilia then grasped the dryer with a tighter grip.
“Ungh! God!” she grunted, feeling hungrier and more feral by the second. “Oh, why couldn’t you have been this...animalistic sooner?”
“I...was busy,” Simon explained between thrusts.
“Busy fucking the college girl across the street instead of me,” Cecilia spat. Incensed beyond belief, Simon raised his hand.
SLAP!
“ARGH! FUCK!” Suddenly, Cecilia’s ass-cheeks blushed; the intensity of the slap drove her even closer to climax.
“How many damn times do I need to tell you?” Simon screamed. “I’m not cheating!” Whilst still fucking her, he then put her down on the garage floor on her hands and knees, and turned his gaze from his wife’s ass to The Clone, still standing before him in complete confusion.
“You – shut my wife up,” he ordered.
“What do you –”
“With your ass, idiot!”
The Clone continued standing in confusion, this time in a state of complete silence.
“Ugh! Make *her* lick and kiss your ass,” Simon explained, his annoyance driving him to pound his wife even faster and more roughly.
The Clone obeyed and proceeded to pull down its pants, exposing its bare, pale, mildly hairy ass to Cecilia and completely blocking her view of everything else. Not hesitating any further, it then pushed itself directly into Cecilia’s face, making her lick and kiss its ass, exactly as Simon instructed.
“Fuck yeah, honey,” said Simon triumphantly. “Now, you can literally *kiss* my ass. Eat it.”
“Your...clone’s...ass,” Cecilia corrected, despite being completely muffled by The Clone.
The Clone meanwhile, found the sensation of having its ass eaten out surprisingly enjoyable; Cecilia’s tongue swirled around and made light prods against The Clone’s anus, moistening and loosening it with each passing second.
“Ohh,” The Clone moaned. “That...feels pleasant.”
“Fucking...perv,” Cecilia cursed between licks and kisses of its mildly hairy and salty asshole.
Kelly, meanwhile, was in complete ecstasy at the whole affair happening before her. Her hands then moved faster in massaging her breasts and vagina, her breath hastening to the point where the garage window she peered into fogged up.
“Y-Yes! Keep going, daddy,” she moaned to herself.
For a brief second when The Clone pulled away from Cecilia’s face for a break from her mouth, she gazed at the window and noticed the spot of fog rhythmically expanding and contracting from Kelly’s utterly horny breathing.
*That pervy bitch*, Cecilia thought. Her mind immediately returned to the task at hand when The Clone pushed its ass against Cecilia’s face once more.
“Ugh! Fuck!” Simon grunted. “You’re gonna make me cum so hard.”
“My ass is that nice, huh, honey?” Cecilia responded smugly.
“No, *mine*,” Simon remarked. “I never knew it’d be so fucking hot watching you eat my ass. Fuck!”
Cecilia, meanwhile, as loathe as she was to admit, was feeling utterly blissful from the rough, rhythmic pounding of Simon’s thighs against her own ass whilst his cock filled her sopping cunt.
*T-This is what I missed, honey*, she thought to herself while moaning aloud in approval nevertheless. *You, taking me however you want without all the foreplay.*
After about several more thrusts in and out of his wife, Simon made a final balls-deep plunge and climaxed, unleashing rope after rope of his cum to the point of overflowing before pulling out and collapsing onto a nearby laundry hamper for a seat.
“Son of a bitch, that was intense,” he gasped.
Cecilia was completely spent by this point despite not even having reached her own climax yet. And she continued to be on all fours while her mouth was still completely occupied by The Clone’s ass. Knowing that there was only one way to end this, she pushed The Clone’s ass away for a moment to speak.
“*You*,” she said to it. “Bring your cock to my mouth and fuck it.”
“I’m not sure I –”
“Just cram your penis into the woman’s mouth,” Simon snapped.
The Clone then turned around and stuffed its cock straight into Cecilia’s mouth. Losing all sense of control, it proceeded to practically jackhammer her throat, spit flying all over the place before soaking the garage floor in even more fluids. The sensation of Cecilia’s tight, wet throat, soft lips, and slithery tongue sliding all along the length of its shaft was indescribable for The Clone; incomparable to the earlier sensation of having its ass eaten out.
With newfound energy at the sight of it all, Simon proceeded to stroke himself.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he said through gritted teeth.
*Great! Either my husband’s been a cuck all along or he’s just that arrogant*, Cecilia acidly thought.
Sensing this, Simon called her out.
“Hey, FYI – I’m not a cuck.”
“I...never said...you were,” Cecilia snapped back through a mouthful of cock.
Cecilia’s response fell on deaf ears when Simon continued with, “It’s just that I now realize that this cloning machine finally allows me to watch myself in third person.”
Nothing more was exchanged by that point, after several more moments, both The Clone and Cecilia found themselves reaching their respective climaxes. Still not feeling completely satisfied just yet, Cecilia snaked her hand to her labia and massaged it, prodding it with her fingers and brushing her thumb against her clitoris. *Ugh, why does my husband have to be so pathetic?* she thought bitterly, even in spite of the slight pleasure she received from having her throat fucked.
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Caleb and Annie [18+] [M28 F24] [ass play] [dominating] [head whilst he's gaming] [good girl]
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Caleb is on the headset with the boys playing his game whilst I'm on my knees kissing his ankles, calves, thighs. Nibbling as I go. Sucking on his v-line and belly whilst my tits rub all over his rock solid cock. I trail my tongue up until I reach his nipples licking and biting each one until he gasps or groans, as my hand rubs the outside of his boxers feeling his cock grow even more against my hand. I pull him through and kiss the tip of his cock and he lets out a gasp. I look up at him "control yourself otherwise the boys will hear, if you stop playing then I stop teasing." He nods and obeys, eyes fixed on me as I wait patiently for him to look back at the screen. The moment he looks up and concentrates I sink his cock down my throat sucking and licking as I go. Taking all of him, down hard into my throat. Caleb can't take it anymore and turns the game off, pushing me off and throwing me on the bed. I try to resist and act grumpy because I wanted to be dominant here but he stares me down giving me those eyes. Those eyes daring me to speak up and question him, daring me to stop him from what he wants to do. Daring me to misbehave. I swollow hard and obey, he didn't need to say a word.
Caleb looks down at my legs and I spread them. He looks at my hands and I move them above my head. All he does is smirk at me and I know I've done as I'm told.
Caleb falls to his knees and starts by kissing my ankles, one at a time, his beard tickles and he loves it when I giggle because it makes my pussy squeeze tight. He realizes that he wants to see it happening and pulls my panties down, inhaling my scent before tossing them to the side. He looks me dead in the eyes as he continues to move his tongue across my sex and down my thighs, teasing me, one leg and one lick at a time. He looks at me greedily "giggle for me again princess" he demands, biting my thigh. I gasp and he turns me over to spank me because I didn't giggle for him.
Caleb demands I giggle and brushes his beard along my legs. I giggle for him and as I do he sticks his tongue In me. Sweet sensations burst through me as his warm wet mouth overtakes every inch of me. His hands have worked their way up my body to my tits. He is not being gentle at all when he twists and pulls and I fucking love it. He pulls away and sticks his fingers in me, feeling my juices pour out over his hand. Smiling at my enjoyment Caleb pulls out and shoves his fingers in my mouth, demanding I suck on them to taste myself. I suck hard and moan in appreciation and it's too much to bare for him. Before I even open my eyes he's sunk his massive cock deep in me, using his hand to silence the Welp forming as he smashes hard into me. I close my eyes and bite down on his hand as his cock molds itself in me. I open my eyes and kiss his hand to show him I'm okay and he pulls me close, legs over his shoulders as he watches me enjoy his cock going deeper inside me. I cry out again because it feels like he is in my stomach, but he doesnt care and starts a rhythm that's so fucking intoxicating that it makes me feel drunk. He slows down and starts to saver me and I realise now is the time to gain back control. As he slows and stills in me demanding a breather to just feel me, I tighten myself around him again and again. Caleb lets out a deep growl and I know I have him where I want him. I move from under him and he cries out in frustration. I push him down and climb on top of him, giving him no time to react or speak when I force myself down onto his delicious cock. Feeling all of him fill me as I bounce up and down. Calebs frustrated look has been replaced with pure ecstasy as I continue to bounce.
I can feel myself building as I continue to bounce. I drop to my knees and start grinding my hips and he knows my body so well by now, that he knows I'm building up. He wraps his arms around my back and takes one of my tits hard in his mouth, sucking and biting as my hips move faster. Fuck I'm gonna come. I look at him pleading with my eyes that I'm going to come and I don't even have to ask. He wraps his hand around my throat squeezing as he arches his hips into me. Now he is deeper than before. My legs are trembling, it feels so good but it feels too much. I'm going to fucking explode. He sees me hesitate and grabs my hips forcing me to move as he continues to arch his hips to sink deeper and deeper. Holy fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'm coming. Fuck. I squirt all over his chest legs trembling whilst I start to drool. It seems I've lost sight for a minute because I collapse onto his chest, my body spasming out from under him as I endure my climax.
He lets me gather my breath and rest for a minute before telling me that he is not done with me yet. I started this and Caleb's going to finish this until he sees fit. Caleb tells me that hes not going to stop until I beg him to or pass out. It's his goal to wear me out because I teased him.
Caleb kisses my forehead gently and eases out of me. Gently turning me onto my back and climbing in-between my legs. He looks down at me licking his lips, telling me that he doesn't want to waste any juices, before claiming me with his mouth sucking hard on my clit as I cry out. I'm already swollen from just climaxing and the sensation is overload.
He starts to suck hard whilst his fingers start to explore me and I let out a gasped groan. He slips his pinky finger into my ass as he continues to curl his fingers inside me. Fuck. The sensation is too much and I can feel myself building again. He goes to move his pinky because this is new ground and I plead him not to. He smiles and growls at me as he continues to flicker inside me. He pushes his pinky deeper and I let him. He looks up at me "good girl". Ahh. Fuck. That's it. I'm coming again. Fuck. He lets me squirt into his mouth and looks proud as I do so. Pulling his fingers out he looks down at me proud. He doesn't even let my orgasm finish before he slams himself inside me. It's too much fuck. Im still coming. I bring my legs up and place my feet on his chest trying to get some distance from this intense feeling that's too much, way too much I can't even think straight. He looks down at my legs tutting at me and forces my legs down. He grabs my waist and spins me over, my arse up in the air with my face pressed firmly into our pillows. He gives me less than 5 seconds to breath and come to my bearings before slamming hard into me again, my arse bouncing off his hips. He is running one hand along my spine whilst his other hand is firmly grasping my hips. I squeal and he spanks me hard. Ahhh. Fuck. "Again?" He asks. I bite my lip and nod and he spanks me again harder but as he does he slips his thumb into my arse and I cry out. "Hush baby." He soothes as he repeats this endless torture of smashing hard into me and pulling his thumb in and out of my arse. I beg and plead with him, it's too much it's too much. "Do you want me to stop?" He calls out "don't you dare stop" whilst pleading it's too much. I realise we need to come up with a safe word because I must be very confusing right now but all these new sensations really are too much, but it feels so fucking good. He pulls his thumb out and drops to his knees. I gasp and cry out as he begins to eat my ass. He forces his tongue in and starts to lick me and nibble me whilst my arse is in the air. He runs his fingers over my sex pinching my clit between his fingers. Omg. I'm gonna fucking come. "Don't you dare fucking stop" I plead with him and I feel him smile into my ass. He starts to rub me more as he continues to eat me. It's all too much. It's so bad. It's so naughty. It's so....ahhhh. Fuck. Ahhhhh. "IM COMING AHHHH". He pulls away satisfied as I collapse onto the bed. Shaking and shuddering, my whole body filled with goosebumps but I'm not cold. He wraps his arms around me and cradles me into his arms holding me tight as he strokes my face. He knows I'm spent and he knows that once again he's won this game. I'm his, completely, In every sense. I can act all big and bad and in control but we both know I'm his. He owns me and my pussy. I belong to him.
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[F] F28 A virtual lover
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For almost two years we had been chatting regularly in the evenings on a social network.
I had met this man by pure chance one day on a political forum and we had exchanged our ideas on the subject. Then, one thing leading to another, on messenger, we talked about politics, work, our passions, our lives in general, but all this in the most perfect respect and without any wrongdoing.
He said he was 45 years old, married with two children. He lived somewhere near Poitiers, but in the end I didn't know anything about it and I didn't care. He was open-minded, very intelligent and cultured and that's what I liked about our exchanges.
One evening, for what reason I don't remember, we decided to write a short novel together and to publish it on a well-known website. On this site, the texts are rated by the readers, and then we set ourselves a challenge which consisted in giving ourselves a pledge according to the rating.
I had bet on a mark below 15/20 and he on a higher mark.
The pledge I gave him was to send me a selfie of him with his family. On the other hand, he also wanted a photo, but the subject would be determined at the appropriate time....
We published this text, the comments were all very positive, the marks were much higher than we expected and very quickly the average was between 17 and 18. After a month we were well above the fateful 15/20.
The subject of the pledge then fell by the wayside, he told me each time that we would see that later, later...
A few days ago I went to Paris for a professional training with two of my colleagues. I travelled for 2 hours by TGV and I connected during this time. My friend from the evening was also connected, we were chatting but he quickly came back to my famous pledge.
The evening came and as decided I discreetly reconnected before the show started. My visitor of the evening was there.
I explain to him that it's a black dress, slit on the right thigh with self-fixing stockings, and taken by the atmosphere of the room I even admit to him that it is worn without a bra.
A long silence in the messages, he didn't write anything more, I was dumbfounded, then a little trip to the toilet and I came out with my panties in my hand.
Yes, I dared, I dared the unthinkable, the unimaginable...but probably the anonymity of Messenger and the fact that he didn't know my name or my address. I put those panties on the sink and prayed that no one would come in at that moment, then I sent him the damn picture.
When the show was over my colleagues wanted to go dancing and I preferred to take a taxi back to the hotel.
Crossing the streets of Paris at night in a beautiful Mercedes taxi, feeling the leather of the seat on my buttocks, the cold of the seat directly on my skin, and even on my intimacy, was something fantastic, unreal and terribly exciting... I was on a little cloud thinking I was one of those TV stars. I wished the ride would never end, it was such a magical moment. Then getting out of the taxi in front of the hotel with a slit dress, no panties and stepping over the pavement seemed like a real challenge to which I had no escape. I did it while avoiding all eyes, especially that of the driver.
I put my phone on the shelf, sat down in front of it, plugged in the camera, opened my handbag and took out those famous panties live. At the same time it was the first time he had seen my face, seen me in the flesh.
Then we chatted for a long time on messenger on video and for the first time the discussion went quite quickly with the story of my evening, my feelings at the cabaret and finally in the taxi.
Still with the camera I lay down on the bed and we told each other like two old friends about our adventures, our fantasies, our desires, our wishes and our delusions. A discussion without any taboo, without any restraint and confessing even our worst and most intimate secrets.
As this conversation progressed I felt good, the details without modesty began to warm me up, not to say excite me. Then, with the camera pointed at my face, my right hand slipped under my dress and entered between my lips. Slowly, slowly at first, then crescendoing until I felt the no-return coming.
At that point I pretended to fall asleep and wanted to go to bed.
I put the camera on the bedside table and accidentally, not to say deliberately, pointed it at the bathroom, brushed my teeth, took off my make-up, put on my dress and stockings, took a little pee in front of the door and went back to my bed naked. And above all naked in front of the camera!
This time alone on my bed I finished my work, the right hand on my lips, the fingers waving frantically inside me, the left hand rolling and kneading my nipples, and the point of no return was very largely exceeded.
The night was very short, partly awake and mostly full of questions.
The next morning, feeling really guilty towards my family, I unsubscribed from facebook and messenger and I never saw him on the net again.
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[M]y first time with a woman of color [MF]
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This was years ago, but still a fond memory. Please pardon the formatting; I'm typing this on my phone. Sexy times will be after asterisks.
The party had died down, and most of our guests had left the apartment, except for my roommates' dates and a couple other stragglers. One of them was a girl I had a huge crush on in high school, but never had the grapes to actually act on, even though I felt we had chemistry. She had fallen asleep in an armchair in the corner, with her jacket over her legs like a blanket.
When the last of our guests were leaving, I woke her up to see if she wanted a ride home, but secretly wanted her to stay. I never could shake the crush I had, and she was so beautiful. She asked if she could sleep there, because she was too tired to drive and didn't want to leave her car at the apartment... Score one for me.
I shut off the lights in the apartment and locked the doors, brushed my teeth and changed for the night, then headed back into the living room to be with her (I'll call her Sarah). Trying not to be too much of a pest, I woke her up again to make sure she was comfortable and see if she needed anything. She sleepily said she was fine. Damn. First time getting her alone since she showed up, and she was too tired to even respond... I had missed my chance.
I grabbed a blanket, figuring the least I could do was cover her in more than her jacket. When I removed her jacket, though, I could still see her shapely legs curled up and almost glowing in the dim light. She was wearing a short skirt, so I spread the blanket over her quickly so she didn't get chilled from being uncovered, but I ended up disturbing her, anyway.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I got you a blanket," I replied in a whisper, feeling like a pest.
"I said I was fine, but thanks" she said, still sleepy but now with an edge of being annoyed.
I had blown it, I felt. I decided I'd just leave her be, so I started to head to my room while she resituated herself with the blanket.
"Can you sit with me?" I heard her say.
"Like, in the chair?" Please keep in mind that I was going, drunk, and awkward; talking to a woman I was crushing on.
"No. Like next to me, on the floor or something. I don't know your roommates."
I wanted to make up for pestering her, so I sat down in front of the chair and set my head on the armrest. She kicked the blanket out so that I was partially covered. She seemed to get comfortable again right after, so I assumed I was just there to make her feel a little safer. I tried to calm down and sleep, but she smelled amazing. Even though it wasn't what I was hoping for, I was still excited to be so close to her while she slept.
I felt a draft, so I pulled the blanket a little tighter around her legs, then left a hand on her calf. After a while, I realized that I'd been moving my hand up and down her calf slowly, and she didn't seem to mind. Not wanting to push my luck, but still wanting to be close I put my hand in my own lap and moved my head from the armrest to her lap. Again, she didn't seem to mind.
I started feeling a hand combing through my hair, like someone lazily stroking a cat. Sarah wasn't asleep! I thought back to all the chemistry we had in high school and all the times I never made a move, and I was just drunk enough to get over myself enough to see if anything was there, so I pulled her down so she was on the floor with me, and I wrapped her up in my arms and kissed her.
She kissed me back. My gods, she had the softest, pillowy lips I had ever kissed. I was instantly addicted. She moved the tip of her tongue along my lips, teasing me until I met hers with my own. I moved my free hand down to her waist, up under her shirt, but only resting there on her soft, warm skin. I already felt like I'd won the lottery by getting to kiss her, so I was perfectly happy luxuriating in that.
Our kissing was never fever-pitched, but slow and lazy like she was intentionally drawing it out, too. I was as hard as a coffin nail, but too overwhelmed by everything that was happening to do anything about it. Then, there was a break. She pulled away and put her head on my chest. I moved my hand from her waist to her lower back, and figured we were done. I didn't mind as much as I thought I would; my lips were still reliving the feel of her lips.
"I was hoping you'd make a move." Sarah said, after a beat.
"Really?" I was beyond elated.
"Yeah. Now I'm so sleepy," she said in a childish way. I couldn't help but laugh. She was so cute.
"We don't have to do anything," I told her. "I'm still recovering from that kiss."
"Are you sure?" she asked, sounding for the first time like she was both relieved and disappointed.
"I'm sure. Relax and go to sleep. We can kiss again in the morning."
I tried to take my own advice, willing my heartbeat to slow down; for my cock to go back to sleep. She seemed to be okay, but I was electrified by her.
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I moved my hand down her back, resting it on her ass, instead. She felt good everywhere. She wasn't thin, but she was a dancer, so her plump rear was tight and firm through her skirt. I lightly grabbed her ass a couple times, just in disbelief she was there.
I felt her hand move down from my chest to my stomach, and willed it to follow the treasure trail down. She also shifted her legs, throwing her right leg over my left so she was straddling it. I wasn't sure I could get harder without my dick popping like an overfilled water balloon.
I slid my hand down her ass, gathering her skirt up in hopes that I could touch her panty-covered butt while she was still conscious enough to signal whether it was okay or too far. She laughed a little, then. "I'm not going to make it easy for you."
I figured that we were done with pretenses. I slid a hand between her legs, feeling the warm dampness of her sex through her panties and running my hand back to rest on her fantastic ass. She put her hand up my shirt, hesitated briefly at my waistband, then continued through my pubic hair to the base of my impossibly-hard shaft.
While she stroked me, I moved my hand up her ass and then back down, under the waistband of her panties. My dick throbbed as I felt her naked ass for the first time. My goal was further down, though. I cupped her ass briefly, but moved back between her legs and parting her short pubic hairs to the source of her wetness... But my position didn't allow much more than that teasing touch of heaven - the tips of two fingers coming to rest at her opening.
She teased me, stroking my cock and pinning me down while I couldn't do more. "I told you I'm not going to make it easy."
I pulled my arm back, and we fake-wrestled while I tried to flip her into her back. Unable to gain any ground, I let her have her victory.
"That's okay. I can still get a taste, if I want," I told her.
"Yeah? How?" she asked as she wrapped her hand around my dick once again. "I have you by the balls."
I pulled the two fingers up to my mouth and sucked on them; as much to tease her as to satisfy my own curiosity. She even tasted like heaven. "Mmm. Yeah, you're right. Let's go to sleep," I said as my fingers left my mouth.
"Hey! No fair!" she said, beating my dick against my leg like a bat.
"Or..." I trailed off as I pushed her off of me and pinned her down. I kissed her as I moved my free hand down from her neck, over her chest, down her stomach, across the front of her skirt, and then back up over her silken, swollen pussy lips.
I kissed down to her neck, following the trail my hand made, but kissing her breasts through her shirt. I pulled her panties to the side and slid my fingers into her wetness. Her breathing quickened, and I kissed down her stomach to her thighs. I pulled her panties down, intoxicated more by the scent of her freed sex than the alcohol at this point, pushed the front of her skirt up and kissed down her pubic hair to her clit. Being young and foolish, I didn't spend enough time there, opting instead to slide my tongue down her folds and then up, into her while I held one of her hands and groped her breast with my other.
I didn't have enough hands, I realized. I wanted to touch her everywhere all at once, but I was languishing in hearing her ragged breathing while I tried to shove as much of my tongue into her as possible. I moved my hand down from her breast, then up her shirt and under her bra so I could feel her without barriers. Then I pulled her up, and into me - my dick nestled into her stomach while I pulled off her shirt and bra.
I started to position my cockhead between the lips of her pussy when she gasped and asked if I had a condom. I told her I'd get one, then pushed her gently back and fucked myself into her. I loved the way she swallowed air as I entered her. After a few thrusts, she pushed me back and told me I needed to get a condom.
I pretended exasperation, but pulled her up and guided her by the hand into my room. I put on a condom, and licked her hairy slit at the same time. I entered her again, and even though it was dulled, the sensation of being inside her was cosmic. We kissed while I fucked her, and I didn't last anywhere near as long as I wanted to. I don't think I ever stopped running my hands over her skin, even after I passed out.
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[Cm/Cf] My (20f) Cousin wants to start an onlyfans (Update 5)
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I walked in without any worries in my mind. Starting to feel like things had somewhat become back to the normal (ish) life that we live. As I walked in, I was greeted by a half naked Hannah, sat in my office. My mind decided to go on shut down. My eyes instantly shot up to the ceiling. As much as I thought Hannah was attractive, this was too much, and much too fast. She yelped slightly, but making no effort to cover herself. Sitting there on her phone, facing the doorway. As I looked up to the ceiling, I knew I needed to get out of there as soon as I possibly could. Daisy was still in the house, and this "Unfortunate" set of circumstances didn't look good on me or Hannah, even if I didn't want it to go like this. I snapped out of my trance with the incredibly good looking ceiling and walked out of the room.
I needed to talk to someone about this. But I feared if I talked to Daisy, she would make the situation much much worse, If I spoke to Abbie it would make things awkward betwen the two of us, and anyone else would see it as incredibly strange that me and my roomate had walked in on each other twice, but this time with minimal to no clothing. I felt the best way to deal with this would be the usual, talk to nobody, and keep it to myself. Daisy was working in the kitchen on a bit of work before we headed off to Abbies college, and Sam had rocked up a little later, bearing what must have been a 5 foot tall box, bearing quite possibly the largest smile I've ever seen. "What's got you in a good mood?", Daisy smiled, looking up from her laptop. "I gotttt itttt" Sam almost shouted back, pulling the carboard sheet down and garnishing probably the most average looking carpets I have ever seen. This sparked a firey reaction between Daisy and Sam. Daisy jumped on Sam, squeeling and hugging him. I chose to watch and smile, what ever made them happy I guess. I continued my evening by taking my mind off of the previous events that occured during the day. Watching TV, scrolling through my phone, Watching TV, sitting out on the balcony, Watching TV. I watch a lot of TV, I have no life. I know.
The evening slowed down a bit, coming to around 7-8pm. My chicken had been in the oven for 30 minutes, roasting some of the vegetables and plating up. Every time I plate up, I always make an effort to make the most mundane dishes look like something Ramsey would plate up. Me and Daisy are incredibly competitive, which I may have already mentioned, but my memory is terrible, sorry. Our competitiveness even ranges to how we dish up dinner. I plated up and dished it all out on the table, slightly pausing, but eventually plating up for four people, Hannah included. I called everyone for dinner and sat down, absolutely starving. I was halfway through my plate when Daisy and Sam arrived, looking slightly deshivled. I took no notice of this and started to make small talk with Sam, asking about how his incredibly exciting carpet shopping went. And after all of us finished our dinner and started washing up. As expected, Hannah didn't show for dinner. I wrapped her plate in Aluminium foil and put in the fridge. Sometimes, Hannah doesn't show for dinner, and we often prepare for this, making extra and putting it in the fridge for later. She contributes to dinners more than we do, so we always make extra for her to eat whenever she gets back from wherever her exciting life takes her.
We loaded up all of the rest of the car and settled down for the evening, we had an an incredibly early start. The evening closed off with a bit of True detective and some hot chocolate. I heard my office door open, followed by swift footsteps into the kitchen area. Daisy glanced over, her eyes widening, but returning swiftly to the TV screen. I took notice of this but let it swiftly go over my head. It was probably for the better. I heard the fridge door open and a plate slide out, then what I can only assume was Hannah scuttling away as quickly as possible, hearing my office door slam. I sunk into the sofa and noticed my heart rate slightly start to increase. Daisy glanced over at me and smiled, returning her view to the TV. I noticed myself starting to relax a bit more, the more I sunk into the sofa. Noticing Sam snoring away to the left of me, with Daisy laying on his stomach. I noticed my vision start to go fuzzy as I drifted off to sleep on the couch.
Waking up at around 7am, full of sweat and confusion as to where I was. I'm not sure why, but if i don't wake up in the safety and sanction of my own bed, my defence systems start to arm themselves. I stood up, my eyes incredibly sticky, regretting how quickly I stood up, starting to feel light headed, my iron levels low. I sat back down and checked the time, scrolling through some messages and emails. I noticed a message I must have missed from Abbie, just detailing a couple more small bits of info about her party plans. She mentioned that she would love to get some photos of the event, so that even if she might have been joking, she would appreciate some photos. Once again, I saw no issue with this, seeing as she seemed to have cleared the previous comments she had made. I was joined in the kitchen a little bit later by what seemed to be a very sleep deprived sister. I said good morning to her, but got no response. "You okay Dais?" I asked, noticing her messy hair and casual clothing. She muttered back something but I didn't pick it up, "What was that sorry?" I asked back, slightly concerened and wondering if she was okay. She looked back at me, "I had a rough sleep, can we talk about it in the car?", she weakly smiled back, pouring herself and Sam a coffee. Sam wasn't joining us on our adventure, but I'm assuming the lack of sleep that Daisy had, had a negative effect on Sam's.
I started to get my stuff together, grabbing my poorly packed duffel bag and equipment and headed down to bring the car to the entrance of the car park. I loaded up my stuff and made my way back up to the appartment, saying hi to the security guy as I waltzed past. Making it back to the appartment, I opened the door, greeted by a disheveled Hannah. She was wearing a coat, and tracksuit trousers. She stopped, and stared at me, before blushing and swiftly waltzing past me. I looked at her as she walked down the hallway, trying to gather my thoughts, still holding the door open to my appartment. This had all been way too much. I glanced into the appartment, hoping that no-one had noticed my expression and reaction to seeing Hannah. I was in the clear. I took a deep breath and put on a smile, acting excited to go see Abbie. Which in reality, I had been looking forward to ever since she phoned us and said she was throwing a party and that we were invited. These distractions had taken my mind off the one thing that I had been looking forward too for so long. I set my mind on the task at hand, delivering myself and Daisy to Abbie's college.
I rounded up Daisy in the kitchen, she was looking in a more cheerful mood than earlier, obviously excited about the journey ahead, and glad that the caffeine had hit. "Let's get going then Dais", I said to her, smiling. "just one second!", turning around and giving Sam a kiss on the cheek, saying her goodbyes. Even though we were only supposed to be going for a day or two, Daisy hates being away from Sam, so even the small excursions away were difficult for her. We made our way to the car, locking the appartment door behind us, (We always lock the door behind us, even when someones inside. Just a Utah thing I guess). I helped Daisy get her incredibly (not) heavy bags into the car, making sure to milk the moment. She didn't seem to take much humour from this, scoffing slightly and getting into the passenger seat, closing the door behind her. I closed the car boot and got into the drivers seat. She sat back into her seat, sighing slightly and letting her hair loose a little bit. I took notice of this and glanced over at her, "Everything okay?", I asked her. She seemed to take a moment to pause, just looking at the car park around us. "Yeah, I just had a rough sleep last night. Hannah kept me up with her gossip and boy issues". I put the car into drive midway through her sentence, but hesitated when she mentioned boy problems. "Is she okay?", I ask, trying to seem casual about the situation, concentrating on making sure my car fits through the impeccably small barrier outside out apartment. "Well, uhh, I guess. She didn't go into much detail at all, she just talked about knowing this guy forever, what her friends are saying about it and stuff. She didn't really talk about it much, but Izzy (another one of both Daisy and Hannah's friends), has been talking about how her boyfriend is giving her grief and its all a bit much for little old Han". I sympathised with her. I felt that I should've maybe have said something, instead of driving an hour and a half away for a party. We didn't speak much about it for the rest of the car trip, but opted to talk about how annoying our jobs were, work gossip, discussing boring stuff really. For a while, I have asked when Sam will propose to her, purely to wind her up. So I brought this up once again, with the expected response of a respectful "fuck off", from my ever loving sister. This is all friendly sibling humour, and we know each others boundaries. But she did seem to take a tiny pause before answering. Usually it is a quick fire response, but this time it caught her off guard, and I noticed. I seemed to notice a bit too much, as I had flown past our exit and added on a very convienent 20 minutes onto our journey. Which really cheered up Daisy.
After a good telling off from Daisy, we eventually were within 5 minutes of Abbie's flat. We rung her as strictly instructed, and got outselves all prepped to look good for the first meeting in a month. We rolled up alongside her set of nice flats, how she had managed to get one of these for the price she pays i'll never know. Maybe her bastard ex had his uses after all. As he was the one who helped her find the place at the beginning of the semester. He has since moved out, for obvious reasons.
We got out of the car and run the door bell of her flat, it took a while but we heard an abundance of things falling over and what sounded like an olympic sprinter going for bolt's record. Abbie struggled with the door handle, but eventually swung it open, greeting us with an incredibly broad smile, acompanied by a tight hug of us both. We were both taken aback from this, but embraced the moment. Every moment we spent together was incredible. Abbie was wearing an XL hoodie and some shorts, a devious but fitting combo for a college student. She invited us in and helped us with our bags. We both hadn't been up to her flat for a while, and after the breakup had really done up the place. Replacing posters on the wall with art, new furniture and some new kitchen amenities. After unpacking, we sat in her kitchen for what seemed like 5 minutes, but in reality had been 3 hours. We ordered more breakfast on Uber eats, and started to go over things that Abbie wanted to have done at the party, we ran over some small details again, and started to get ready. I went up to Abbies room and asked if I could put some of our stuff in her room, just so we didn't have too later. She trotted upstairs, Daisy in hot pursuit. "Ummmm, well, I can't really have three people in my room, unless you want to share a bed with me, which after what happened last time, I don't think will be happening", Abbie smirked at me. The so called "incident" that occured was when we were much younger, I might have had an "accident" in the bed when we shared a room at our aunts house over the winter. She hasn't let it go since. Daisy claimed the neat air mattress on the side of her room, and I reluctantly took the sofa downstairs. Its a comfy sofa don't get me wrong, but its not $200 camping air matress comfy.
Eventually Abbie called me up to her room to sort out some of the DJ stuff I had brought up with me to help setup. We went over what we needed to bring, and what we could bring later. She then sat on her bed and played with the aglets on her hoodie and asked how i'd been. We spoke a little about what we had done since we last saw (we already knew about what we had done, but it was nice speaking to her face to face instead of over facetime). She then went on to talk about who was coming to the party, her roomates. They evidently were either out, or like a college student, not awake yet. She showed me a couple of photos on her phone of them a couple of days ago, having a mini celebration for their results. In that moment, I forgot that we were cousins. It felt like we were just best friends who had known each other since birth. (Whilst this is true, I think you know what I mean). She then showed me some of the photos of what happened towards the later part of the evening, with them in a small local bar/club. She zoomed in on some photos to see them, but a couple of photos later, they started to get more and more revealing, as the string on her top started to go loose over her shoulder, showing tiny amounts more of her cleavage. She swiped onto the last photo where she was "play" kissing her presumably roomate, but the pose she was stood in perfectly complimented her physique, and I evidently took too long looking at this and taking it in. Because when Abbie turned her phone off and started talking about her roomates more I suddenly snapped back to where I was. We continued to talk more when I started to unload the equipment into easier to carry bags, when I moved the camera that I had brought with me onto her bed, whilst I moved some stuff around. I did this completely subconciously, and had no intention of putting it in her view, but she took notice and grabbed it off the bed, pointing it at me. "I didn't think you'd actually bring your proper camera!", Abbie exclaimed, a visible wave of excitement running through her. I have had this camera for a while, I got it back when I was in HS doing a photography course. I was lent it by my uncle, and he never asked for it back, so I kept it and occasionally with my friends i'll go down to Zion national park and snap some photos. Incredibly beautiful place, seriously SERIOUSLY reccomend it.
As she was pretending to take photos of me, I looked up and blushed slightly, and letting out a tiny gasp. She thankfully didn't take notice, but stopped pretending to take photos of me. "You know how I always send u pics to upload to Insta but never post them?", Abbie asked, looking inquisitively at me, I stopped for a second, remembering what happened last time she sent me photos "for instagram", "Uhh, yeah. But you never post any?" I replied. She sat down on the bed and turned the camera on and flicked throught the photos. "None of my photos look as good as yours, you're quite the artist little cousin", she said sweetly to me. I smirked at this, thanking her. I take alot of pride in the photos I take, as they take absolutely ages to get, and is one of my favourite hobbies. "I reckon you could get some amazing photos of us tonight!", Abbie exclaimed. "I bet we could", I chuckled back, moving stuff throughout the boxes to bags. "But uh," Abbie paused,
"Is there any chance you could take some for me now?"
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[FM] I met a redditor to give him a blowjob on a public train
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Hi.As some of you might know, I had posted in r/RandomActsOfBlowjob and was searching for adate in a public train. I actually made this out of fun and was excited but didn’treally think, that this would really happen.
However, I received literally hundreds of messages within a few hours and was completelyoverwhelmed. I am still really sorry, that I wasn’t able to answer everyone. Itwas just too much. Sorry.
I started to chat with a few guys and didn’t took long until I had a favorite. I honestlydon’t really know why, but I just knew that it was going to be him. We chatted maybe 45min, then did a fakecheck and agreed on the terms. It happened veryfast.
It was a rather rainy evening, but not too cold actually. We had agreed to meet in the S9, a trainline which isn’t very crowded – perfect for our plan.
We had agreed to meet directly in the train. He entered the train two stations beforeme, searched for a good place and texted me, so I could directly go to theright wagon.
Since I was pretty nervous, I decided to enter a different wagon and then walk through the train and win some time. My heart was racing and I was not sure what to expect. When I finally arrived, I was kind of relieved to see him sitting there. He had not noticed me, so I could observe him for a few moments. His face was somehow serious but with a hint of excitement. It was a strange mix of emotions that made him even more attractive than before.
Honestly, my hands started shaking and I was about to run away a few times. I seriously had to convince myself to stay and just do this. My legs felt like jelly as I approached him. It was a weird situation. How would you greet someone on an occasion like this? I seriously thought about that and had no idea. I mean, I didn't know that guy at all, somaybe it would be appropriate to just say "Hi" or even shake hands. Otherwise, I was planning to do pretty intimate things with him. How weirdwould a handshake be? We hugged and I could feel his body trembling slightly. I knew he was as nervous as I was, but also excited to finally meet me.
I sat down directly in front of him. There was a very nervous silence for what felt like an eternity. I could see his eyes running up and down my body. He tried to maintain eye contact, but his gaze kept being drawn downward. "Nice tomeet you" he said, rasping to break the silence.
The small talk started off bumpy and it felt like we were both hoping that a group of loud partypeople were about to get on the train to interrupt us. But we remained alone.
Again and again I caught him trying to catch a glimpse, either through the neckline in my jacket or even under my skirt. I wasn't mad about it, after all I know why we met. But it was still hard to ignore.
To be completely honest here: at that point, I wasn't really turned on. I did notice what made me attracted to him and I was actually surprised that he was even more handsome in reality then on the pictures. However, all of this felt more like a mission that I wanted to accomplish instead of something that satisfies me.
Maybe that was the reason why I didn't really know how to move on. I still vividly remember how I was searching for excuses - mainly for myself - to get out of this situation. At some point I was almost sure that I had lost the battle in my mind and won't follow through with this.
But then, suddenly, during another pause in our small talk, when he was again trying to sneak a peek at the base of my skirt, I very slowly and only very slightly opened my legs. It wasn't a lot. Actually, I assume it was barely noticeable. But it was certainly enough to surprise myself. I had no idea why I was doing that. It wasn't a conscious decision. I just did it.
It immediately changed everything!
He instantly noticed and looked up. His eyes were wide open and his mouth agape as if he was trying to say something, but couldn't find the words. He was obviously surprised by this action of mine. At that moment I knew that I had won the battle. I could feel my heart start racing faster and a heat wave running through my body .We didn't have to say anything. We both knew what was going to happen. We just stared a teach other for a few more moments before I dropped to my knees in front of him.
He winced as I put my hands on his thighs. I looked up and he suddenly seemed so nervous. I loved it!
I could see a bulge in his jeans already, so I knew he wanted this as much as I did. I slowly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled it down a bit. There was so much tension in the air right now. I started to touch his penis, which was still hiding in the boxershorts but grew bigger with every second. I was now in the mood to tease him a bit. I played with the edge of his shorts but didn't pull them down immediately. He was already moaning.
I looked up again. Deep into his eyes. His look was so full of anticipation. I smiled and slowly pulled his boxershorts down, inch by inch until his dick suddenly jumped out and stood up slightly swinging in front of me.
I looked at it. He must have shaved right before he left. It looked very smooth and clean and I could smell the shaving gel. I became curious of how it might taste.
I put my hands on his thighs again and as if it was a lollipop, I started to gently touch the top with my tongue and exploring it from different angles. It tasted like salty caramel with coconut - and I remember thinking about this exact combination at that moment.
I moved down, slowly and without losing contact until I reached the base, which felt even softer than expected. He was now moaning louder. His hands were trembling with excitement as he tried to control himself.
I knew he was craving for me to finally put it in my mouth but I wanted to tease him a bit more. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster as I started to lick him up and down. He moaned louder and louder with every move I made. He seemed to have completely forgot where we were.
He was brought back to reality, when the train stopped and he had to look out through the window if someone was heading to our wagon. When the train finally started again, he looked at me and said: "I can't believe this. I feel like in a dream! You want me to do anything?" I actually thought about it for a second, while playing with his dick in my hands. But I had no idea what to say, so I decided to just move on.
His breathing was getting more and more intense. I could feel the passion rising in both of us. It was time for the next step. I opened my mouth and then actually just placed it over his dick and moved down as far as I could. As I held for a few moments, I could feel his hands running through my hair. His fingers were trembling. He was obviously enjoying this a lot.
He placed his hand on my head, as I started to move up and down. I moved faster and faster, trying to keep up the pace with his moans and the intensity of his breathing. He was now grabbing my head with both hands, pushing me deeper and deeper. His heart was beating like crazy and I could feel every single movement he made.
It was intense and my jar started to hurt, but I knew he wasn't going to last long. I could feel it. So I tried to keep the pace, tried to go as deep as possible with every move. His grip became very strong. I could actually feel how his sperm was pumped through the veins towards the tip pf his dick.
Suddenly his grip became even stronger and he threw his head back with a loud moan. I felt the hot fluid filling my mouth and running down to my chin. It was intenseand exciting, but also kind of gross at the same time. His dick was still quivering and in a second explosion he pumped even more cum in my mouth.
We just froze for a few seconds. I have honestly no idea how long. But he was the one, who came back to reality first. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and looked around to check if anybody saw us. Nobody did.
He then grabbed my shoulders, pulled me up and sat me on his lap. We started kissing passionately and I remember being surprised, as I assumed that most men don't want to kiss after a blowjob. We stayed like that for a while and it was a strange but somehow comforting feeling.
We took a train back and said goodbye at the station with a smile on our faces and butterflies in our stomachs. Neither of us said much, but we both knew that this was one of the most intense experiences in our life.
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lost a bet and got raw fucked! [26F]
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So I lost a bet with my friend last night and the wager was to do "anything she asked" well I lost and she said she'd tell me what I had to do that night when we went out. Later we went to a bar. She told me I had to go into the men's room and sit in the stall send her a picture of me topless and wait.
So I did what she asked. Apparently she showed the pic to a guy at the bar because he came in and opened the stall...my phone goes off and my friend tells me to do what he wants and wait there when he's done. He unzips and tells me to suck. He's sweaty and his cock is thick and uncut. I start licking, getting my tongue under is foreskin, I can feel him getting harder and harder until he's finally fully erect..he grabs the back of my head and shove his cock all the way in hard,. I don't have a gag reflex thankfully but I started tearing up has he fucked my mouth like he was fucking my pussy. When he came he came hard and down my throat. He zipped up and left. I waited.
A couple of minutes later anther man came and demanded to see my pussy. I hiked up my dress and spun me around forced me head in the toilet and started fucking me raw. He hammered me from behind forcing my head into the water and he came deep.
I stayed in that bathroom for 3 hours taking all cocks that came in 17 in total. Eventually she said I could leave we went back to her place where I showered and fell asleep.
I may have to lose another bet because that was fun!
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[B/S] 2015 - Part 2
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The next morning when I woke up, Alix was already gone. I put on a t shirt and went out to the main room where my whole family and G were eating breakfast and listening to Dad tell a story about the history of the Gold Coast.
I smiled at Alix and she smiled back awkwardly and looked away.
That day, we heading off in the rental van to Dreamworld. We spent the day there, having an absolute blast - reliving family holidays from when we were young.
We headed home, showered, got dressed up and went out for dinner. Alix looked stunning in a green dress that hung off one shoulder, just teasing her cleavage.
As the day had progressed, Alix had warmed up to me, but it was still strained. At dinner, the wine flowed and it started to get even more relaxed. I told a joke and Alix laughed and slid her hand down my arm. I looked at her and she knowingly raised her eyebrows before looking away.
We got back to the hotel, and again it was boiling hot. Alix moaned to Dad about it, and he suggested leaving the sliding balcony door open, and our bedroom door open to help.
'No way I don't want our door open,' she slurred. 'Then I'll hear them having S-E-X' she rocked her head at Harry and G's room.
I wondered if that was the real reason she wanted our door closed, and hoped it might be something else
Dad, Alix and I sat out on the balcony drinking another bottle of wine. As we got further and further through the bottle, I got more and more nervous of what Alix might say. She told Dad about her friends thinking I was 'hot' and went into more detail about hearing Harry and G the night before. I was almost certain she wouldn't say what we had done, but it didn't mean I could relax.
Eventually Dad went to bed, and Alix asked if I'd like another wine. I agreed, and so we cracked another bottle.
We sat out on the balcony chatting and drinking. We had the door shut, but were careful about our conversation because Mum and Dad's room was next to the balcony and their window was open. We could hear Dad snoring which helped, but we still had to be careful.
Alix kept sliding her foot on my calf and smiling at me. She had changed into her satin pyjama shorts and was wearing one of my hoodies with the hood up. She looked cute.
About half way through that bottle, at about midnight, Alix asked if I wanted to go to bed. I replied 'okay,' and wasn't sure if she was asking if I wanted to go to bed with her or just if I was tired.
We got up and took our glasses, the wine and some snacks we had worked through into the kitchen. It felt like we were dancing around each other, trying to force the other to make the first move.
I brushed my teeth, and Alix did too. We stood there in silence, brushing, looking at each other and smiling. Alix finished first and went into our room. When I went in, she was under her sheet, on her side facing the wall.
I shut the door, climbed into my bed and flicked the lamp off.
'Night,' I whispered.
I was disappointed. I thought she would talk to me at least about the night before, but her body language shut me down before I got a chance.
'Night Ben,' she whispered.
I lay there, staring at the ceiling in the darkness, the only light coming from our phones charging and a digital alarm clock.
'You know, you're not supposed to take advantage of drunk girls right?' Alix whispered out of the blue.
'What do you mean?' I whispered back.
'I've got a present for you.'
'What is it?'
'Not telling. It's a surprise.'
'When do I get it?'
'Whenever you want. It's over here in my bed.'
I got out of bed slowly and crept across to her bedside.
'What is it?' I asked.
'You have to lie down in my bed with me to get it,' she giggled.
'Well shove over then,' I said as I climbed in next to her. The bed was a single, so it was a tight squeeze, with me spooning Alix.
'So what's this present?' I asked.
Alix wriggled around to face me.
She whispered into my ear, 'here,' and started to kiss me.
We quickly start to kiss passionately, as we moved our hands over each other's bodies. I took the chance to grab her ass, something I had dreamt about for months. I felt up the back of her thigh and where her ass stuck out under her shorts. She gently grazed her nails down my back her tongue moved around my mouth.
My cock was rock hard and she moved her hand down to feel it over my boxers. She stopped kissing me as she stroked it. Without saying anything she slowly kissed down my stomach, awkwardly climbing down the small bed as she went. She pulled my boxers down and my cock flopped onto my stomach. She took it in one hand and started sliding her hand up down. It was a little fast, but still, because it was her, it was the best a hand job has ever felt.
She stuck her tongue out and licked my knob. Slowly going over and around it. She stuck her lips around it and started wanking my cock as she sucked on the tip. She continued to work her mouth further down, taking half of it in. Her hand worked down to the bass of my cock and started to stroke my balls.
She took my cock out, took a breath, and then pushed her head down as far as she could, taking most of my cock to the base. She slid it up to the top again and took a breath.
I grabbed a handful of hair in the back of her head and pushed it down. I held my cock in her for a little longer, but let her go as soon as she pushed back.
She spilled some saliva / pre cum from her mouth and giggled as she wiped it with her hand. I grabbed her hair again and pushed it down. I held her down as she grabbed my balls tightly. I let her go and she started to work her way up and down my cock, rubbing it with her hand as she went.
I whispered that I was going to cum.
She kept sucking and stroking. Her finger slid around the bass of my balls, and started to stroke my taint as I came.
As soon as I did, she pulled her mouth away, and jerked me off as I shot cum all over my chest and her hand. She continued stroking my cock gently as more cum dribbled out.
As soon as I came, I was struck by the insanity of what had happened. I was laying there, in the dark, with cum all over me, with my half flacid cock in my sister's hand. I'd worked myself up so much over the past few months, and particularly the last 24 hours, and now I'd released the baby batter. Post nut clarity.
Alix rolled off the bed and walked, holding a load of jizz, to the toilet. She came back with some toilet roll and passed it to me. I wiped the jizz from my stomach and pubes and sat up.
'Well thanks for that...'
'You're welcome, thanks for last night,' she said as she cuddled into me.
This was bad. I got up and got into my bed and rolled over. I listened as Alix took the cum covered tissues to the bathroom and then came back and got into bed, leaving the door wide open.
When I woke up the next day, I felt horrible - and it wasn't just the hangover. I looked at Alix, fast asleep and felt like I'd used her.
We were moving from the hotel, so it was all go in the morning getting packed into the car. We drove up the coast a bit to a the new place further away.
Once we were unpacked, I asked Alix if she would like to come down to the beach with me. She nodded slightly uncomfortably, and went to get changed.
We walked a bit further to the beach, and again, she wore the electric blue bikini. On the walk to the beach I apologised for being weird earlier, and told her that I had just freaked out. She asked me if I didn't like her anymore, and told her the opposite was true, I liked her more than ever. We chatted for a bit and she slowly warmed up to me again.
Our accommodation was slightly nicer, but the setup was quite different. Mum and Dad, and Harry and G once again had their own room, Alix and I had to sleep in the main living area, where there was a fold out single bed, a fold out couch.
I asked Alix if she wanted the couch bed or the single bed, and she decided on the single.
In the afternoon, we all went down to the hotel's outdoor swimming pool. Harry and G left before too long, deciding to head out for a bit of shopping. Mum and dad sat in some loungers while Alix and I waded around the pool.
We talked in code a bit more about the night before and I told Alix how good she was at what she had done. She told me how much she enjoyed doing it, and how her ex had taught her what to do. I hated the guy, but I wanted to hug him in that moment.
We started playing a game in the pool where one person had to get to stand on the stairs while the other tried to stop them. It was a dumb game, really just an excuse to touch each other.
I tackled her underwater and grabbed her waist and ass. We were both laughing and holding each other more than we ever had, right in front of Mum and Dad. It looked innocent, but I was loving it. At one point when we were just standing in the water, I grabbed Alix's ass underwater. Her eyes went side and she slapped my hand away and swam away.
I desperately wanted Mum and Dad to leave, but they stuck around for an hour. Just as I was about to give in, they got up and told us they were heading back to the room and to text them when we wanted to come up, as we only had one key.
Once they had gone, Alix swam over to me and hit me for grabbing her earlier. We laughed about it, and continued wading around, now being able to talk more openly.
I told her to go underwater and open her eyes, and when she did, I pulled my shorts down and flopped my half hard dick out. She whacked me on the arm but I convinced her to flash me as well. I went under and she pulled her bikini bottom to the side. It was hard to make out through the water, but I could see her fat pussy mound clearly. Her pussy mound stuck out a long way, with her lips hanging slightly out. I'd felt it the other night, but seeing it was something else.
When I came up, I told her how good it looked. She told me she was self conscious about it. I told her she didn't need to be. We swam around a bit more, flirting with each other. I went under and pulled her bikini bottoms down, but she immediately pulled them up. She tried to do the same to me but when I didn't fight back, she gave up.
We talked more about the night before, and I told her it was making me hard just thinking about it. She didn't believe me so I invited her to touch it. She swam over and tried to subtly touch my dick. She whacked me on the arm when she confirmed that I was indeed hard.
At that moment, a family showed up at the pool. Alix got out and I watched her ass as she dried herself off.
'Ben are you getting out?' she asked with a smile, knowing full well I couldn't with what was in my shorts. 'Come on Ben.'
I rested my elbows on the side of the pool, waiting for my boner to go. She took great joy in telling me to get out while the family set up on the loungers nearby.
Eventually, it went away enough and I got out, but the suction meant that my shorts hugged to my dick, leaving a clear outline. I knew Alix was looking, and that my semi hard cock looked impressive so I left it, before making a clear act of pulling my shorts out.
That evening we went to dinner again as a family. When we got back to the hotel, we tried to fold out the beds. Alix couldn't work out how to fold her bed out. I laughed at her as mine popped out easily. Dad helped her, but he also couldn't make it work. We managed to get it down eventually, but it continually folded back up if you put weight on it.
Dad told us he was sick of it and asked Alix to share the foldout couch with me. We were only staying here for a night before we continued to at air bnb up the coast so it wouldn't matter.
We both acted like it was weird but I think we were both quite happy. I know I was.
I went and brushed my teeth as the others all went to their rooms. When I came back to the living room, Alix was in bed, under the sheets, on her phone. I took my t shirt off so I was just wearing my boxers, and flicked the light off. The springs and frame crunched and squeaked as I climbed into bed beside Alix.
'What are you wearing?' I asked as I reached under the cover and felt Alix's bare stomach.
'Sports bra and shorts,' she whispered back and flashed the screen light of her phone to her purple bra.
'You looked naked the way you had the sheet covering you,' I whispered back.
With every move we made, the bed squeaked loudly.
Alix turned her phone off and put it on the ground. She rolled over to face me. The moon was out, making the room light enough to see her face. She smiled at me and leaned over to kiss me. The springs crunched, and she stopped, tightening her face and gritting her teeth.
We lay there, looking at each other. She carefully slithered her body closer to mine and we started to kiss. The bed squeaked again and we stopped.
I grazed my hand back and forth down her thigh. I felt her hand move towards my boxers. She carefully reached down and started to stroke my cock and balls. With her other hand, she pulled the elastic of my boxers, and flopped my package out. I wasn't totally hard but I was well on the way.
She looked down to break eye contact and she started to stroke my cock slowly. It hardened in her hand as she worked it carefully avoiding any noise. I opened my mouth to breath quietly as she rubbed precum down my shaft. I reached over to touch her pussy but the bed made a loud cracking noise, and Alix shook her head and pushed my hand away as if to say 'don't worry.'
She leant carefully towards me and whispered 'tell me when you're close.'
I nodded as she kept slowly stroking my cock. She picked up the pace but the bed started to make sounds again, so she slowed back down.
'I'm close.'
She pulled my boxers back over my dick and kept stroking. I clenched her thigh as she picked up the pace. She smiled at me as I came all over her hand and the inside of my shorts. As I slowly relaxed from my orgasm, she continued to stroke my cock, before wiping my cum on my boxers and pulling her hand out.
She leant over 'you were so loud,' she giggled.
'No I wasn't. Was I?'
She nodded and giggled again. She climbed out of the bed and went to the bathroom to get some toilet paper and wash her hands.
When she got back into bed, and I had wiped up the worst of the cum from my boxers we said good night and she rolled over. I gently stroked her side.
I felt the same as the night before. Sick, and disgusted at myself for doing this with my sister. But this time I was able to hide it better. And I knew I wanted to keep doing it.
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[b/s] I was dared to give my brother a lap dance last night and I gave him a blowjob
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So here it goes. I feel so ashamed so I'll keep this as short as I can. Last night I was at a party with friends. I'm 22, my brother is 20 and my cousin is 24. Everyone else at the party was 18+. We were drinking but we weren't drunk. I was tipsy and if my brother and cousin were drunk I would not have done it. We were playing this game. The game isn't important but if you lost then you had to do a dare or take a shot. Most people were doing dares so nobody was very drunk. It was fun silly things that were sexual sometimes. This girl had to pull her pants and panties down and bend over in front ove everyone for thirty seconds. I lost a dare and had to be topless until my next turn. I wasn't forced or anything. It was just dumb fun. My brother and cousin saw my boobs but I wasn't thinking it would be sexual to them. I got dared to give my brother a lap dance so I just did it. God I feel so weird right now. I got on his lap and I did the lap dance. I'm not goingg to describe it but it was a good lap dance. I stripped down to just my panties. I was grinding on him. This wasn't part of the dare but I would stich back and forth from my brother and cousin. I don't fucking know why I did this. I was tipsy and having fun but I was horny. It was making me horny to grind on my brother and cousin. It enjoyed putting my ass in their face. I'm fucked up. That's all I feel comfortable describing about the lap dance. Both my brother and cousin were hard and people were pointing it out. They weren't saying "eww" or judging me. Even with the rest of the party nobody brought it up because it was just a dumb party thing.
Even though I was buzzed I felt weird. Not during but after. Just walking around the party I felt sick as fuck. But Iwas horny. Like the horniest I have ever been in my life. It felt like it was throbbing I never knew I could even get so horny. My brother is my roommate. If we didn't live together and had time to cool off this wouldn't have happened. We got a ride home and blah blah blah. I really don't want to describe sexual tension with my own brother. But pretty much we kissed ew and we went down on each other. I enjoyed it. I mean we both so it was physically enjoyable. Emotionally, in the moment I loved it. I've never been so turned on before. I didn't know my body could make me feel like that. I'm fucking sick. I've been in bed all morning just feeling unclean. My brother left for work earlier and we didn't speak. I didn't even leave the room until I heard him leave. Are we like never going to be the same again? My brother's erect penis has been inside of my mouth. But I feel super sick because like idk I want it again?? I don't think incest is hot or that my brother is some hot dude but I want my body to feel like that again and I've only felt that with him. God i'm fucked up
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35[M] - Mutual Masturbation! My wife likes to masturbate with her [F] friend - UPDATE BELOW / original post above
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Originally i posted the other day about how my wife just confessed something to me and it kind of blew my mind. This is my original post and below is the update. So she just confessed that her and her best friend, who is currently single, have been masturbating together secretly for over a year. whoa!
So, my wife and I each have a small amount of side fun, we typically don’t share our exploits with each other, it just… works for us that way. We definitely aren’t huge swingers, just like each enjoy the freedom to pursue interesting things that may come in our path…
The surprising thing is that she has always adamantly been clear that she is not attracted to women, and never has had any interest in going down on a woman or having sex with a woman… And she even explained that one night when they were staying at a hotel together on some trip, they put some porn on the hotel tv and both like masturbates in the bed… and since then they have been sneaking off very regularly, like 3 times a week at least to masturbate together. Which I think is super hot! The hottest part to me is how they both consider themselves straight and they don’t really touch each other except for their feet and legs and hips sometimes from being next to each other but they usually like to get either naked from the waist down or just totally naked if they have time. They don’t watch porn usually they just tell each other fantasies and talk about guys they are fucking or have fucked!
I think it’s insanely hot and I had NO IDEA and now I know i whenever my wife is “going out for a drink with ***** that means they are going to her friends and Jilling like crazy?
I told her I want to watch and she doesn’t really know how she can exactly accommodate that because it would change the vibe, which i get but I hope i get the chance some time…
So, this is all i have been thinking about and i’ve been asking a ton of questions, my wife and I have been fucking like rabbits because i’ve been so horny, but she keeps revealing more details like they do occasionally go down on each other, but usually they prefer to lay next to each other on their backs and have their one inside leg wrapped around each other while they masturbate. They usually rub each other’s pussies but like usually after they each cum as they are kind of like laughing and having silly fun…
Are there any other “mostly straight” women who like to do this with a friend?
UPDATE:
Ok, so… I my wife and I did some hotwifing stuff previously and it’s been pretty hot… so this whole recent confession of hers has me asking her all these specific questions, not trying to seem to needy but i’m constantly asking her details in person and in text… and recently i’ve been asking her about what specifically she and her friend had done together, because she had previously said “pretty much we usually just masturbate together…” And so i kinda wanted to know what “pretty much usually” means and what other stuff they had gotten into and this last discovery kind of blew my mind again…. So… apparently for the last few weeks, they had been experimenting with “scissoring” or “grinding.” I honestly thought that was pretty much just a semi-fake thing done in porn only, and my wife said that a lot of the porn they watch when they masturbate together is girl on girl, and a lot of it recently had been grinding/scissoring scenes. Soooo… they said they had been experimenting with that and had found a really nice angle that was really comfortable and hit both of their clits really nicely, and let them both just rub and slowly build to climax while they talk or chat or watch porn….
So hot…. 🥵 So she really kinda still considers that “masturbating” but Imagining them doing that is amazing. And since she has told me her secret, instead of going over there 1-2 times a week, it’s been 3-4 times a week these last few weeks. Today she came home after work and said “Xxxx and I are gonna go to the gym and workout together tonight. I’ll be back in a few hours…” So she knows i know but it’s this fun game where she tells me the pretend excuse outloud and we have like secret text messages about what they get into…
And her friend is single and has like 3-4 regular fuck buddies/exes. So from what i have gathered from my wife, her friend never gets off from intercourse, so lately, she’s just been having a guy dump his load in her, and then my wife comes over, and they are both SUPER INTO cream pies and cum so they will like play with each other and scissor when her friend is still filled up with the guys cum who just left. Like they coordinate it where the guy leaves and my wife shows up within 5 minutes. So that’s what she told me that has me all crazy horny… She texted me all these details tonight and i bent her over the counter and fucked her when she came home…
So… who knew scissoring was a real thing? I wonder if any ladies out there have any experience with that… I’d love to chat with any women with mutual masturbation experience
UPDATE 2:
So my wife has been basically getting addicted to scissoring and masturbating with her friend, especially immediately after her friend gets filled with cum from her fuck buddy and i’ve been very supportive since she told me…. to the point where, when she comes home im hard and i’ll fuck her when she walks in the door while she tells me about her experience… or she’ll let me eat her pussy briefly after or the next day while she tells me about it…
So… the most recent development is that my wife and her friend have been cumming together to the idea of both of them getting fucked by 2 different guys at the same in the same room. My wife asked me one morning how i would feel if she did that and i basically told her i would fucking love it! But she would have to tell me about it after in detail while i ate her cum filled pussy. She just said “deal.” and smiled. They had two guys lined up that very night, and she hit me with “i’m running to grab a drink with xxxx” while she was wearing a very sexy dress.
So yeah… life has been pretty awesome lately. She has been telling me all the details with her cum soaked panties on the floor and her legs spread while i got a tongue workout in. Since this new development she and her friend are like addicted to getting fucked together… they have tried lots of positions and love it when the guys leave after.
Id love to hear from you, chat is open.
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When an Erotic Dancer [F] Snuck [M]e In to Her Recently Dumped BF’s House
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Even though strip clubs are not my typical scene, I was visiting one in Minneapolis several years ago. I met a charming and attractive dancer that night. She was 23, 5’8, long and silky black hair, big brown eyes, olive skin, and a very petite figure. She gave me a few dances that night and we talked for a couple hours before I left and didn’t think much of it.
Fast forward two years and I started talking with a gal online. When we exchanged photos, I realized it was the dancer from that night. We agreed to meet for drinks with her and her gf and when we met again in a “normal” setting, we hit it off great - I’m a good story teller and conversationalist and I could sense there was a strong mutual attraction.
The next day we were texting back and forth, flirting wildly. I knew she had recently broken up with her bf and was still living with him, so I was surprised when she asked me to come over.
When I arrived, her gf let me in the side door while she was talking with the ex who was around the corner in the kitchen. I quietly walked upstairs to her room. She started to kiss me right away, her soft lips perfectly locking with mine. As I stood over her, my hands held her hips as both of us got dizzy with desire.
She laid back onto her bed and I laid over her while kissing down her neck, taking in her perfume while my hands slipped under her shirt. As clothes started falling off, I kissed her tiny nipples while she arched her back. She breathed heavier as I kissed down her smooth stomach and started to taste her sweet pussy. Her long legs draped around my shoulders as my tongue rubbed across her clit in teasingly rapid movements before finally working in slow, deep licks until she orgasmed on my face.
I then rolled her around so she was facedown on the bed and kissed the back of her neck while I laid over her, spreading her legs while my hardened cock angled under her pussy, pressing the tip in as I kissed down her back.
I then grabbed her hair with my right hand and pulled hard as I thrust my cock deep in her. She released a heavy moan as I fucked her hard, her ass slapping against my stomach as she took every inch of me. I slapped her ass loudly, at this point not giving two shits if her ex heard us.
I then pulled out and turned her around to suck on my dick, telling her to maintain eye contact as she worshiped and slobbered all over it. I flipped her back around and went back to fucking doggystyle until finally cumming all over her back.
We played for about two years after that encounter but that will always be the hottest night of them all.
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Make me. [M/F 30’s, brat, spanking, sex]
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Many thanks to user gfdprincess, who inspired this post with her really fabulous question about how to respond to a brat saying ‘make me’. It turned out rather wholesome, all thoughts considered.
I also realize I made some assumptions here, that everybody is capable of holding a remote control for the tv up with their boobs. For SCIENCE I probably need more people to try it.
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“Make me”
He glanced to the other end of the couch, where she sat ignoring him studiously while scrolling on her phone. A moment ago he’d asked her to pass him the remote.
There was a hint of a smirk on her face as he slowly reached across the couch to pluck the phone from her hands and place it on the arm of the couch beside her. Then, in one smooth motion he’d caught her behind the head and pulled her over onto his lap, facedown.
She squealed in protest, but not really, only wriggling a bit to better centre herself. With one hand he pinned her upper back against his thigh, and with the other he yanked down her sweatpants and panties.
The first smack of his hand caught her left buttcheek, and then the right. He continued in this way, alternating between them until both cheeks were red and warm under his hand.
He roughly massaged her buttocks, squeezing and kneading.
“Somebody needs attention?” He asked, punctuating his question with a hard slap. Under his hand he could feel her wriggle her butt back towards him, and he pinched her teasingly which evoked a small yelp.
He ran his fingers over her lower back, tracing the soft crease between her buttocks down, dipping his fingers into the soft folds of her vulva. This was warm too, unbelievably warm and wet.
He chuckled, sweeping his knuckles over the hard nub of her clit, teasing his fingers inside her. Then he withdrew, and smacked her hard across her upper thighs.
“Undress” he growled into her ear, and now she didn’t disobey. She shimmied off his lap and soon stood in front of him completely naked. She was so very obviously honey, obviously ready. Her cheeks were flushed and for a moment he just enjoyed touching her, running his hands over her body, teasing her.
“Do you want me to make you cum?” He asked. She nodded, biting her lip.
“Then go get the remote for me”
She started to step towards the other end of the couch but he stopped her, tugging gently on her arm. “Tsk. You know better.”
She looked at him, a small note of defiance flickering across her face. Then in an instant it was gone, as she weighed being denied an orgasm, and possibly angering him, to what was being asked of her.
Begrudgingly she fell to her knees, crawling slowly across the floor to the side table where the remote lay. She hesitated for a moment, but he was pleased when she leaned forward and gripped the remote in her teeth. Not an easy feat, as the remote was rather unwieldy and girthy.
She crawled back to him and placed the remote in his lap, remaining on her knees.
“Good” he whispered, stroking her hair. He picked up the remote and looked at it for a moment. Then, he positioned it between her breasts and had her hold her boobs together using only her upper arms.
“Keep your hands on your legs” he instructed her, pulling her upward so she was standing up, legs spread shoulder width apart and leaning forward with her hands braces on her upper thighs. The pressure of keeping her upper arms engaged caused her breasts to squish together, trapping the remote between them.
He admired her for a moment, absently pinching and tugging on a proffered nipple. She squirmed but the remote didn’t drop.
He tenderly suckled one nipple, his hands free to roam her backside and butt. Her breathing was ragged, but she didn’t move, focusing on offering up her breasts to his cruel teeth and tongue as he moved between them, enjoying her small gasps and the way she trembled.
His fingers now tracked back between her legs, and she groaned, grinding herself against his hand as much as she could.
He leaned back into the couch, releasing his own throbbing cock from his pants and pulled her back onto his lap, straddling him. The remote was caught before it could fall to the ground, and then he was burying himself inside her eager body.
He guided her, grasping her hips and forcing her to ride him in long smooth strokes, enjoying the feeling of almost slipping out before pulling her back down tightly against him.
Her arms were around his neck and she was begging softly. Please, please please….
“Please what?” He let one hand drift between their bodies, finding her clit engorged and sensitive. He ran the pad of his thumb over it, feeling her immediate response as if she’d been hit by lightening.
“Please” she begged “I need to cum”
“Mm.” He pressed harder with his thumb and she gyrated her hips against him. “My show starts in two minutes. Think you can come before that?”
She nodded, and the tempo of her riding increased.
Two minutes was more than enough.
Her orgasm came hard and fast, and it was enough to trigger his own need for release. He came inside her, gripping her body tightly to himself. They stayed connected like that for a long moment, her lips nuzzled against his neck, straddling him with his arms locked behind her back.
“Isn’t your show starting?” She finally asked.
“Baby. We don’t have cable. It starts when I hit play”
He felt a giggle ripple through her body as he reached for the remote.
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[M/D] My MOM is into Lesbian BDSM - I am producing MILK, FINALLY
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YES! We did it!
Just 3 weeks ago, my nipples started pouring some teardrops here and there.
As my mother was noticing that through my shirts (she does not let me wear bras anymore during the process), she increased the pumping sessions to once every 2 hours!
This caused my nipples to swell A LOT, and started to grow like a bubble more and more every day, to the point that they hurt too much, hypersensitive through the roof, and I just thought they were going to explode one day... This caused me to not want to wear anything that could touch my nipples anymore, not even a shirt. So my mother started to massage them with a special coconut cream to help with the swelling and with the hurting.
Still, she increased the pump sessions (and the fondling) a bit more every day (she was like craze-hungry for my milk), but the post-sessions cream massages helped a lot and let me sleep well, more or less.
This last month, my mom stopped going to her office to work from home completely, to take care of my breasts every 2 hours.
Each morning when a new drop was coming out, a big smirk came out of her face and told me to get ready for a "special pumping day". She even came out dressed like a nurse one morning, with blue medical silicon gloves in her hands (!)
To be fair, I was a bit tired of so much pumping (and so little sex), and scared about my nipples. Some days I truly thought they were gonna explode, like literally.
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So this last Monday was the very first day that a white-colored drop came out, and my mom opened a bottle of champagne to celebrate. That was the turning point, she said. So this week has been truly hardcore in the pumping and fondling of my breasts.
I was not wearing anything on top anymore. She just poured some warm and sweet cream for breakfast everyday, for sucking and eating the cream out of my nipples, slowly... This alleviated my nipples hurting a lot.
I told her that if I could suck her nipples at the same time after breakfast, this would relax me for the rest of the day, which was totally true. She complied and let me be breastfed by her every day for one hour, after breakfast... and this was true heaven for me, to be honest. I feel like a little kid again when she is doing that, while caressing my hair and breasts at the same time. I just close my eyes and go to heaven every single time.
This little ritual has increased our mother/daughter bond like no other thing has ever done. Now she is so soft and sweet to me, taking care of me and caressing me a lot, like ever before. So the nipple-hurting is not an issue anymore, because thanks to this process now we have bonding to levels I never dreamt about ;)...
So the white drops increased every day a bit more until this last Friday... when a real stream jet came from each of my nipples after the evening pumping (!!!)
She just got crazy mad, screamed, and tied my hands behind my back, right there on the sofa, while repeating "We did it, baby" all the time...
Then she went to grab her black latex gloves and came back so excited that I almost broke in tears right there, just to see her excitement and her eyes so bright and sparkling... Never seen my mom in that state.
She put me up in front of the big mirror, switched off all the lights, lit some mini candles, came back to me and started to squeeze my breasts from behind me, one by one, with her two hands, milking me strongly, and each time, a tiny white stream jet came out of my nipple and stained the mirror! Every time the stream came out, she let an OMG! out loudly, and we smiled at each other theough the mirror, like never before...
This has been a picture I cannot get out of my mind. Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine this situation of a milk jet coming out of my own breasts... This and also the desire coming out of her eyes... so deep. This should be something that every mother should do with her daughter, kid you not...
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So this weekend has been a crazy rollercoaster: We have been drinking champagne for breakfast, and absynthe after lunch! She just does not let me stay out of her hands for more than a minute... not even to go to the bathroom.
She just kidnapped me. In the whole sense of the word. (She has untied me now, so I just have some time to write this update and post it fast to the 2 forums, while she is taking a bath to get rid of all the cream she has in her body and clothes)... The cream on my body she does not let me get rid of, so I am staining the keyboard right now :(
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She collared me on Saturday morning. Then she put me on a leash for the whole weekend. She kept some special clothes for this moment. Some black maid costume with the nipples donut-holes, and some latex onesie that sticks to my body like gum, with the two holes for the breasts. And some pair of super sexy heels for the outfits. Several new nylons to wear with those, too.
We have been drinking alcohol the whole weekend, I am still a bit drowsy. She started a party like if we won the lottery or something... It has been crazy. She just drowned me in edible creams during the whole 2 days. Especially over my breasts, of course, and she has been humping me against the whipped cream on my body all day long, while squeezing my breasts like crazy.
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Then her mouth...
She is now using her mouth like a pump tool, like grabbing my whole breast inside her mouth (!) She seems like a baby with a new toy... And being so drunk, oh my lord... I never seen my mom so drunky before. And smoking, a lot. She smokes with her gloves on and blow up the smoke to my nipples...
And the dirty things she said to me last night, omg... I cannot even put them here word by word... She is breaking my mind. Even telling me dirty things about my religion and such... She transformed into Maitresse Madeline since Friday night. For real. I got lucky and she was so drunk that she "abused" me and f\*cked me roughly yesterday night. Finally! I was on a sex diet because of the milking process, and I was not able to endure it anymore :D
Slapping my tits and trying to get some milk from the slaps has been the task of the day this Sunday... Still hurting though....
Ok I have to stop right here, I am hearing some noises coming from her bathroom......
So she has been milking me non-stop since Saturday morning, and even pouring the milk drops into some mini glasses all over the house. OMG she has a true fetish on milk.
It seems my breasts are producing some milk in the morning, but not much after lunch.
It´s been a hard process for me, but oh my lord, totally worth it. I have never seen my mother so happy and excited... and I am the cause of her excitement!!!
...I will try to update about my new life, bye for now, I have to go
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No Touchy [M/F][30s][Poem / pointless / vanilla][long distance][F-solo]
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I want my tits to touch the inside of your hoodie
I want to cum on your side of the bed
If I do nothing but imagine
Imagine you inside me in some way or another
Imagine your kind eyes
Or sweet voice
If I do nothing but imagine
You
My mouth starts to open accidentally
I suck my tongue, pretending
"Moan for me" in that make-me-wet voice
Permission
Allowance
Direction
Kind commandments calming
Overactive anxious unfamiliar thoughts
If I do nothing but imagine
Your name still slips out
In gasps and whines
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Working in Real Estate part 3 [M35/F30] [oral] [long] [fiction]
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It had been a few days since Tara attempted to recruit me to join her and Kayli's real estate team. I was still debating on joining, and had scheduled a meeting with Kayli that weekend to discuss salary and everything else involved with a new job. I had woken up earlier then normal and was scrolling through my phone when a notification popped up that Kayli had posted a new story on Facebook. I quickly hopped on there, clicked on her picture, and held my finger on my phone to examine the picture.
Kayli was in her home gym, taking a picture of herself in the mirror, some motivation quote on the bottom. Her black hair pulled back in a ponytail, she had on a pink sports bra that was pushing her massive boobs up and together. Her flat abs on display, blue jogging shorts that hugged every inch of her skinny body, I was starting to grow hard, and sent her a message saying how hot she looked and what effect she was having on me.
Instead of messaging me back on Facebook, Kayli sent me a picture through text. I opened it up to see her, in her bathroom, completely naked. She sent a message along with it, saying, "what effect does this have on you?" I sent one back that said, "it makes me wish I was there." She then asked what I was doing that day and I told her I had to work. Her next text caught me a little off guard when it said, "can you call in sick? Or a personal day? I have a full day and was thinking maybe you could tag along with me and see how my side of the business works."
I thought about it for a few minutes, and then made my mind up when Kayli sent me a picture of her pussy, spread open with her fingers and said, "I'll let you play with this too." I quickly called my boss, told him I was taking a personal day, and let Kayli know as well. She told me to be ready in an hour and she would be at my house to pick me up.
An hour later, Kayli was honking her car outside my house and I ran out to join her. Putting her car in park, she greeted me with a hug, a kiss, and started to explain her day to me. Going over her different meetings, phone calls planned, houses to see with clients, updates to other clients, a lunch date planned with her team, etc, etc. I asked a few questions here and there but at the end, she still asked if I have any more. I told her, "just one. Can we start everything over?" She asked why, if there was something I didn't understand, and I said, "no, I just want to kiss you again." Kayli laughed, and leaned into me, her arms wrapping around my neck as our lips meet, passionately kissing.
When the kiss broke, we kept our heads close, looking into each other's eyes. I glanced down at her chest, staring at her cleavage in the blue tank top she had on. She caught me staring and said, "don't worry, you'll get those later too."
As we went about the day, I was amazed at how effortless Kayli juggled everything she needed to do. Rather it was switching gears at the last second, making phone calls and not managing to lose her cool, or being able to slow things down enough to be able to explain to me what she was doing, I could see why she was a great real estate agent. She was so good, she was able to get everything done an hour before our scheduled lunch date with Tara and Jesse. I asked what we were going to do, and she drove her car around to the far end of a parking lot, turned to me, and said, "I need some stress relief."
I instantly leaned towards her, both of us wrapping our arms around each other as our lips met and we started to kiss. Before too long, I moved my lips off her mouth and down to her neck, kissing and lightly sucking it. At the same time, I unzipped the light jacket she had put on during the day, and pulled it off her, leaving her again in just her tank top. I took my hand and slide it up her tank top, across her flat stomach, and up to her bra. I pushed the bra up slightly as my hand went under it, cupping her breast in my hand. Still kissing her neck, I begun to pinch her nipple as Kayli let out light moans above me, her fingers running through my hair.
I played with both of her breasts under her bra, switching between kissing her neck and her lips, before I removed my hand from under her bra, touched my fingers back down to her stomach, then over her groin, landing on jean covered pussy. In response, Kayli reached down, and lower her the seat of her car, until she was almost in a laying down position. I leaned up to continue kissing her as I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, Kayli lifting up her hips as I pulled her heads down.
As I started to rub her pussy through her white thong, feeling the warmth coming off it, Kayli said, "it's a good thing I have tinted windows." I looked around the outside as I slide my hand down her thong, feeling her wet pussy with my hand, and said, "yes, it is." I rubbed her pussy lips before inserting one finger in her, quickly sliding it in and out as Kayli laid her head down, closing her eyes, soft moans escaping her lips.
I used my free hand to push her tank top and bra up, freeing her massive breasts, watching as they bounced, then laid out to the side of her chest. I leaned down, licking around her nipple with my tongue, before sucking it into my mouth. As I sucked on her nipples and fingered her pussy, Kayli reached down and pulled her thong farther down her legs, giving me more room, and enabling me to stick a second finger in her.
"Oh my God! Yes! God, fuck, yes! I'm so close," Kayli moaned out. I gave both of her nipples one more lick before sitting back up, and pulled my fingers out of her pussy. I stated to make circles around her clit, as Kayli's moans got faster and louder until I felt her legs closing around my hand, her back arching up off the seat, and she covered my hand with her juices as she orgasmed.
As she came down from her orgasm, I pulled my fingers out, bringing them up to my mouth to lick them off. When Kayli caught her breath, I leaned down again, kissing her lips, letting her get a little taste of herself. "Fucking hell, that was awesome. I don't care what you want, it's yours, you're hired."
Kayli started to pull her clothes back onto her privates and I asked, "really? Anything I want?" She nodded her head yes and said, "yes, anything. You keep giving me orgasms like that, and I'll do anything you want." I smiled and said, "you know, it's usually the girl that uses sex to get what they want, not the other way around, right?" Kayli put the car in drive, pulling out of the parking as she responded, "technically, I am. I'm using sex to get you to join my real estate team, so I can have you on demand whenever I want an orgasm."
Laughing, I said, "I like the idea of giving you an orgasm whenever you want."
We met up with Tara and Jessica, the other two members of Kayli's real estate team at a local restaurant. I quickly gave both girls a hug, this being the first time I've seen Jessica since reconnecting with Kayli. She was already giving me the fuck me eyes, and I was remembering the few times I got to bend her over, and fuck her silly.
We talked mostly business during the lunch, what my role would be, how I could help them out, what they would expect of me. We all knew that there would be little "extras" involved, but I would be an asset to them, in more ways then one. As lunch ended, Jessica asked what we had planned the rest of the day. Kayli said, "we have one house showing this afternoon, then back to Danny's house, where I plan to present my final offer to him." Tara asked what the final offer would be and Kayli said, "my body. You two are welcomed to join us if you want to."
Tara responded by saying, "I wish. But, I have plans with the family." Jessica looked at her phone, then said, "I also have a showing this afternoon. But, after that, I might be able to join you." "Hell yeah!" Kayli said as she paid the bill and we all left the restaurant.
Arriving at my apartment a few hours later, Kayli and I walked in, and I was surprised when I shut the door, and Kayli immediately wrapped her arms around me, pulling me down to kiss me furiously. As our lips and tongues intertwined together, my hands roamed her body, eventually settling on her butt, squeezing her ass cheeks, and pulling her closer to me, my cock growing hard between us. Kayli's hands followed my lead, going from around my neck, down my back, and around to the front of my groin. She grabbed at my cock through my jeans, rubbing it up and down as it grew to its full six inch length. When I was bursting at my seams, Kayli broke our kiss to drop to her knees, unbuttoning and pulling down my jeans as she did so. The tip of my cock was poking through my boxers and Kayli leans forward, first licking it with her tongue, then kissing it with her lips before she hooked her hands in the hem of my boxers, and pulled them down and off me, my hard, thick cock finnly springing free.
Kayli didn't take long before she had me in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, deep throating me as the thickness of my cock tried to burst through the sides of her mouth. Her left hand wrapped around the base of my cock, slowly rubbing up and down my shaft in unison with her mouth, her right hand softly squeezing my balls. I placed my right hand on the top of her head, gently guiding her as she made eye contact with me, her eyes showing me how much she was enjoying herself.
I felt myself quickly building up and warned Kayli. In response, she started bobbing faster with her head and rubbing with her hand, her eyes closing as she focused on sucking me off. Before I knew it, cum was shooting out of my cock, down her throat. Kayli took me as deep as she could, holding herself there as I bucked my hips, cum blasting out, rope after rope. I held her head in place as I finished, letting go as she used her tongue to clean my semi-hard cock off.
As I caught my breath, Kayli stood up, wrapped her hand around my semi-hard cock, and asked, "tell me, how can I use my body to get you to join my team?" I leaned down to kiss her before answering, "how long do I have you for?" Kayli smiled and said, "as long as it takes. I'm all yours."
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Stopping by the office
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I walk in to your work and call you to service. I tell you to "Come." You follow me submissively to your office.
Taking away your control in one of the places where you have the most power.
I order you to lay on the desk, your head hanging off the edge. You're left upsidedown watching me unzip my pants and taking hold of my erect cock before slapping it against your face and then sliding it inside your mouth. "Good bitch" I say as my balls press against your nose and eyes. I watch your neck as I slide my cock in and out of your throat, watching the shape of it swell with each thrust. I rip your blouse open and pull your breasts free. I tweak your nipples to make them stand before slapping them one at a time.
You moan hard into my cock and I continue gently abusing your breasts.
Your face is soaked with saliva and your make up is running but you still lay there taking every inch.
I pull your skirt up and tear open your tights. My hand grabs a handful of your pussy through your knickers which are already soaked. My fingers slide forward pushing down from you wet cunt between your ass cheeks. "Good girl, you're wearing you plug just like I told you." A deeper thrust follows and you and despite not being able to see my face you know I'm smiling with pride.
I give your mouth a last thrust before pulling out. "Turn round!"
You slide off and then lean forward over the desk. Your torn tights hang open as you bend forward. You plug glints atbme behind the thin silk of your knickers. My rough hands pull the gusset of you knickers to the side and my fingers slide inside you shortly followed by my cock. Somehow my cock is in my hand inside uou and as I masterbate you moan out bitting your lip to try and control yourself.
As you moan I reposition, climbing up on your desk and squatting down so I can sink my dick deep in side you. One and is gripping the far edge of the table to stabilize myself and for extra leverage while the other takes hold of your hair. "I hope you're ready to be bred you nasty bitch!"
And with that I start pounding you harder and harder into the desk pulling your head back by your hair "How does that feel, can you feel every inch of me." You know it's rhetorical and you just bite your lip harder while gripping the edge of your desk. My hand leaves your hair, as I pound down harder and harder, moving to grip your neck. As I crane your head back gripping your throat you feel me bite down on your neck and you know I'm about to cum. The pressure drives you over the edge and your body shudders and tenses and I cum hard deep inside you.
No sooner have I blown my load inside you, I clib down off the table smack you hard across your ass and leave their to either be discovered exhausted and used or to clean your self up at some point having to do the walk of shame with your cunt full of cum, torn tights and blouse and make-up that would make a goth jealous.
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Friends with benefits - part 1
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This is my Frist story here. I ought to include more, depends on your feedback.
This story happend with Josh when he was around his mid 30s. He is a very tall guy, but not super athletic, bearded and slightly long hair. Blueish or Greenish eyes, big smile and with the dirtiest mind possible.
At the time of the events described here, Josh was an expat for the past 2 years. He was already married with Luna for the past 6 years, living the swinger/open relationship lifestyle even before the marriage.
One day Josh got the news that one of his colleagues, Jess, was granted an internship and would come to work with him and the team, later he discovered that she would stay one month working and another doing an language classe on her own. They were already friends and Josh invited her to stay at his place, as he had an guest bedroom, and she wouldn't need to pay for a hotel or airbnb for the second month. And she accepted
By the timing of this invite, neither him or her had slightest clue of what would happen in the coming (with a lot of cumming) weeks
Jess has brown skin tone and curly hair she's average in height, and super athletic. She love to run and cycle. Her breasts are gorgeous and she has the nicest thighs, strong and hard muscle but skin soft as silk.
Besides being friends they have never lived together, and never shared their intimacy in that level (not even in the level that will become, what at this moment is still a mistery to both). As soon as she arrives Josh explains how the things worked in the building, the entry doors and all. He also show the things in the apartment, like the heater and hot water for the shower and give her a set of extra keys.
On the first few days nothing out of the ordinary happened they shared their own expectations with life, travels, work and not work related during dinners that they were doing in Josh's place.
It all changed on the end of the first week. It was Friday after she arrived, he had had a terrible work week and she was completing the first the first week of her English course, they were super excited about the about the weekend and were having some drinks discussing the plans of the next few days.
After a few beer cans for him, some glasses of wine for her, they decided to see a movie. She put the popcorn on microwave and he picked up a movie, not with drama or sex related, as they didn't had Intimate moments. They both knew but they didn't realise at the time where this was going. As the movie kicked in, they starting laughing and enjoying it. At one specific moment, that they probably don't remember, they laughed and look at each other. That was the spark, and instead of just laughing and looking back to the TV screen, they jump together one another kissing passionately.
He put her on his lap and it continues kissing her. For the first time they were touching and discovering each other bodies other time covered by clothes. It was so intense that they this start removing their clothes without stop kissing and by the time then they were both naked her pussy was dripping wet in his cock was hard as rock. They stood in that position for some time without stop kissing. Josh was mesmerised by her body he often changed from kissing to licking her her boobs he was going through her entire body with his hands from the back of the head, across her back, to her butt and to her thighs.
During the same time she was super excited and kept rubbing her wet pussy against his cock. As they new that, it would be impossible to hold it for too long, they moved their hips together and slide his cock inside her. Them both enjoyed the turmoil of emotions and kept moving their hips in synchronicity trying to achieve pleasure into to give pleasure together. That was so intense that the house even needed heating anymore.
They stayed together in that position for some time with the most intense penetration of their lives up that day. When she was about to cum, Jess just said then she tended to squirt a lot Josh answer to that was exactly what she was expecting "I love it" he replied. As she heard those words it was like if a trigger was pushed in her and she exploded in pleasure squirting. As Josh felt her orgasm he also reach the climax, jizzing inside her.
They were tired all wet, in a mixture of sweat in other body fluids
The sex was so intense and in a lot of ways, out of the blue for both of them, that they decided it would be a shame to waste all the pleasure that they could achieve together. As both of them had other relationships their decision was not to run this is a couple scene, but to extend their friendship including the benefit part where they could call each other for sex or pleasure during the time that Jess would stay at Josh's place.
That's it for today day this is only the first one, after this intense moment Josh and Jess spend more 3 weeks together and believe it or not the the next ones were even more breath-taking.
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[d/F] My Addiction & Dad's Boundaries, update 1: Calls and Reunion
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Hello, everyone. First of all I'd like to say two things:
1) I'm sorry for all of you who were waiting for an update; a lot indeed happened and I admit I'm not quite a reddit girl so I was waiting for the right moment to come back
2) thank you for all of you who tried to help me the last time I came here to make my confession and share my experience. At the time I tried to act as if I was not nervous and it was not a big deal... But I was and thank to some of you noticing that and trying to help.me, I handled the situation and then things, as I said, happened
So, that said, let's get to business. My first post here was a confession about the time me and dad started to get intimate with each other after a very awkward (and interesting) "smoking session" and it made me start a silly "testing his boundaries" game.
I made the last post when he was supposedly going to get back the next day, but one of the reasons I didn't post anything the following day was because he didn't got back. The relative he thought was in a bad spot was actually in a very bad spot and they had to handle things around there (which in a sense was good, bc I could see he was happy to reunite with his family, even tho the reason was not the most joyful). Well, he only got back home about five days after that.
Some of you recommended me to keep talking to him every time I could and also providing him pics (like, sily "innocent" pics just to show how were things). At first I thought it was the most ridiculous idea, if I'm being honest, but I gave it a go and we started a weird but cool routine of sending pictures to each other and sometimes making video calls (which he didn't quite like in the first place, but also didn't complain).
Well, these video calls started as simple calls at late night just to know how each other's days went, but I decided to be bold and by the third time I called him while I was at the tub, making little to no effort to cover myself. He smirked (the classic damn smirk) and didn't address it. Just like I got flustered in the situation I narrated on the last post, with his way of... Making me not be sure if he's giving me a hint or just "smirking off" my advances... But this time I didn't give this much attention and just carried on washing myself as we talked.
Fourth time, same thing, but this time he wasn't sitting down on a chair in his room, but lying on his bed. Although the only thing I could see was his face, something kept telling me that his other hand was caressing the same boner I pressed wth my ass the last time we saw each other. Or at least that what my horny ass convinced me he was doing (and I like to believe in this).
The last time we called each other he told me he couldn't make a video call because he was "looking like a mess" and just wanted to listen to my voice before going to sleep (since the following day he was gonna hit the road). I called him and the first thing he asked was "are you in the bathtub right now?". At first I thought he was gonna make some joke, but after I tope him I wasn't, he let a strange moan that really sounded like disappointment, to which I laughed and said "But don't worry, I'm on my birthday suit". He laughed in return, and I didn't know if he was embarrassed or approving my joke.
After we talked a lot (specially be, about my job) we were about to say good night to each other and he said "be careful when you're sleeping in the nude, some creep might get to the ceiling window to peep on you" in a humorous tone, but then I replied with a "that's why I'm sleeping on your bed" (which was a lie). He said "okay, honey, keep it warm for me", making me almost purr at the sound of that word. I gathered some corage to say something with the right timing to notice his reaction and then call it a night. After seconds of fast though I said: "I'll.make sure you're bed is very warm from now on, daddy".
As I planned, just listened his low laugh and said good night. Needless to say I actually slept on his bed, right?
The following day was very busy and I almost didn't have time to make sure he was doing fine on his way back, but after my shift I went back home and made some food, bought some beer.
When he finally got back, I found out he wasn't lying: he was actually looking like a mess. At that moment, all the luscious anticipation of keeping on with my testing boundaries game or at least with the flirtatious conversation kinda diminished, overwhelmed by the need to take care of him. I received him with a hug and a kiss, he took a bath and then we ate together.
What I thought would be a very sultry night, ended up being very calm. Part of me was frustrated but part of me was enjoying being his emotional supports and confident in that moment. He told me everything as if he was dying to talk to someone about that, as if I was his journal. And I enjoyed that.
When it was already late, I told him that I needed to go because I had to take a bath and sleep because of work the next day. He just said it was okay and I got a little bit disappointed that he didn't insist, but okay, it was normal. My expectations were too high.
After I made my before bed routine, I lied down and started thinking about all the signs I convinced myself I was getting from him and started questioning it, thinking about the possibility of him just being a little needy at the time and sending me the wrong messages.
But... He broke my thoughts by opening my door. He put his head inside my room, smiled and said "didn't you say you were gonna make my bed warm now?"
I said nothing. Just stood up (no, I wasn't naked) and followed him to his room. He was still looking tired, but it didn't stop me from clinging to him as if he was my body pillow.
And it was just one of the best nights of sleep I ever had, to the point that I woke up before him (which is rare), and he was being the bigger spoon to my little spoon, and I had the so missed sensation of feeling his boner against my ass again.
Well, I'm sorry for cutting it here, but the post is already very long and I have waaaaay more to tell. Next time I'll really not wait so much to post new updates. Since the group has this 12h rule, I'll post the rest of the update as soon as I can!
Hope you enjoyed this update and please let me know your opinions on what happened!
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[MASSAGE] I (F30) accidentally went to an erotic massage class with my best friend (M30)
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I’ve been dreaming about fucking Josh for 15 years.
Let me take you back real quick to explain: we met in kindergarten, our mothers became fast friends and we grew up together.
He was my partner in crime when we were kids.
Then we hit puberty and I started to notice… new things about Josh.
I was 19 when I found out how wet a woman can get.
Josh was playing basketball with his friends while me and a couple of girls made fun of him for not shooting a single ball into the hoop. Bad Shooter we kept calling him. Or just shooter. But then he took off his shirt (I don’t remember why) and we all went quiet.
Or at least I did.
Maybe the other girls didn’t, I don’t know. I wasn’t paying attention anymore.
Josh had a slim body, his beard was starting to come alive back then and the sight of him all sweaty and breathless like that… did things to me.
I didn’t really know what it was at first.
I walked all the way back home with this discomfort between my thighs. Like something was tickling me from the inside. Like a tiny little hook playing with my vagina, pulling the right spot every now and then forcing my hips to move.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Josh’s sweat.
His sweat! Of all things!
I kept daydreaming about what it would taste like.
I thought I was sick. It had to be a disease, right? Somo virus infections you get from standing too close to creeps in line to the movies or something. Licking your lips all afternoon long with heavy eyelids, contemplating licking the sweat off your best friend’s chest was not a sign of good health, of that much I was sure.
The first few times I masturbates wasn’t with Josh in mind.
But the best ones, definitely were.
I overheard him making out with his girlfriend once. He said some really naughty things I could never imagine coming out of nice-boy-Joshua’s mouth, and yet there they were. I got home that night and my clit was never before so furiously flicked.
I came, moaning his name.
Of course, I never breathed a word of this.
He had some girlfriends through the years.
I had some boyfriends.
We both had quite serious relationships (with other people) every now and then… I moved on.
He never showed any sign of interest, quite the contrary: I once asked him to come over and accidentally started talking about my first time. We talked about sex for four hours, then he got up said it was so great to have someone he could be this comfortable with… and left.
I was so horny that night, I had tears in my eyes as soon as he closed the door.
We were 21.
I think that was the last time I tried, he clearly wasn’t interested.
That’s why the other day (when we accidentally went to an erotic bath and massage together) I was surprised by his interest.
I had to lie on his lap in the bathtub and I could feel him hard behind me.
I wanted to ride him so bad I could faint.
We survived that bath I know not how and afterwards he fucked me, bent over the masseuses table.
That was fifteen years in the making and I enjoyed every inch of it. If only it hadn’t ended so fast. But alas, it looked like he was turned on by “naked wet lady” not by “Elise”. Which is me, by the way. I’m Elise, hello.
I say that because I said I was definitely interested in a refill, anytime, and he left me hanging outside the metaphorical Burger King with a giant plastic cup in my hand. I look sad and pathetic, don’t I?
To be fair to Josh, I was busy these last two weeks. And he did text and call. It was just so tame all the time.
He just fucked me raw after an erotic bath and I said “more, please”. Why would he follow that with a text that reads “Hey, did you finish reading Brothers Karamazov?”.
That’s the book he lent me.
I have to think he is not interested in me, right?
I HAVE to think that.
We just fucked, I said “please PLEASE more” and he texts me about some book I borrowed?
He has to not be interested, cause it’s impossible a guy would have zero game that bad.
It took me a day to figure out to reply.
And from there on things just got more awkward to the point where (I think) we were avoiding each other.
At least I have Andy.
Andy is a great friend, and I love him.
One of these people you just wish could live forever.
He invited me for a tantric massage class (that’s the massage with sex or something) and I said yes cause I needed to keep my mind off Josh.
Though a sex massage will probably end up making me think of Josh all day… but one can try.
I get there first and it’s not long until I hear:
“Hi Ells”.
Andy doesn’t call me “Ells”.
Nobody calls me “Ells”.
People call me Ellie or Elise.
The only one who calls me “Ells” is…
“Hi Josh”
He comes in for a kiss on the cheek, I come in for a hand shake, he gives up on the kiss and goes for the hand shake as I give up on the hand shake to go for a hug.
It’s a disaster.
And he is my best friend.
We dance uncomfortably around each other and end up shaking hands like we just made a deal on transporting goods through the Suez Canal.
Had sex with him not two weeks ago.
Andy finally arrives after five minutes of horrible silence between me and Josh.
He has his boyfriend with him and I am very confused.
“You invited me or Josh?” I ask.
“I invited you both! I made a reservation for two, but I didn’t know that each reservation already included a plus one!” He laughs “Silly me”
“Yeah” I try to laugh but the noise that comes out of me is on of agony “Silly, silly you”
“I thought the two of you could team up” Andy says “I know it’s a sensual massage, but nobody needs to undress and you guys have been friends forever, so it’s cool, right?”
Andy is a horrible friend and I hate him.
One of these people you just wish you could kill.
Slowly.
Painfully.
He walks right in with his boyfriend and because they are man on man they get placed at a different class.
Aaaand… it’s just me and Joshua once more.
Lovely.
I really admire these unique ways Life has to fuck me up.
I’d rather just crash my bike into a tree or have the wind blow up my skirt, you know?
But no.
Life has me in a sensual massage class with the guy I’ve been wanting to fuck since I was 19, AFTER he shut me down once we had sex.
Thanks so much, Life. I’ll get you a great gift for Christmas.
The classroom is just four couples (ourselves included) and the teachers. There are mats on the floor and a box with instruments for each couple.
We receive a long list of instructions, set to make sure we are comfortable (I am not) and happy (I am not). The teacher tells us there is a few baths on the next room for those of us who wish to clean up and it is at this point that Josh lets out a laugh of despair.
He looks in pain.
“It was unlikely when this happened to us by accident once” he says “But is it really happening twice?”
He laughs some more and this time I join him.
“Is this weird?” I ask “Not the class… us, I mean. Are we weird?”
He takes a really deep breath as if he understood what I said, though I’m not really sure he did.
“We’re not weird, Ells. We’re good” he says, and I believe him.
The teacher sets up folding screens to separate the couples in a way we can all still seem him and then, after giving some beginner instructions, he says whoever wishes to undress may do that now.
Me and Josh pass.
He lies down first and I try to massage him following the given techniques. But massaging a fully dressed man with jeans and pullover is not great.
At this point I’m willing to just go home having learned nothing and make a voodoo doll out of Andy to shove under hot water. But Josh shrugs.
“I can undress” he says “Would it be weird for you?”
Maybe?
But I… God, I’d really like to touch him. Last time, I sat on his lap and then was bent over the masseuses table. I didn’t get to see him much or touch him. So maybe this is fair?
I tell him ok and he undresses.
Everything but the boxers.
I’m a little disappointed but we’re not telling anyone that.
I keep following the instructions from the teachers. Tantric massage, as it turns out, has a lot to do with fingertips.
While other types of massage seem to focus a lot on position and pressure, this one seems to focus or hightening the senses. I slide my fingertips through Josh’s body. Very lightly from his shoulders gliding down his arms all the way to his hands. One arm first. Then the other. Stopping at each wrist to add some pressure here and there as instructed by the deep meditating voice of our teacher.
My touch is like a feather on his skin, trying to feel him almost more than he can feel me. Like a caress from a lover across the dinner table, when you both want sex and know it’s coming, but understand you are still at a public place and have to restrain yourselves.
I touch Josh everywhere.
His feet, his ankles, going up his legs to his knees before going back down.
I quickly notice something else: not just pressure seems to matter here but also location. You’d think that a sensual massage would go for all the best hits: chest, neck, inner thigh, lower abdomen… Instead, this massage goes everywhere but.
I’m told to go up his leg but not much further than his knee.
I’m told to go through his arms but avoid the neck.
All the touches on his chest are quick.
It’s getting me to a point where I wanna grab him more.
Instead the teacher has me spend a lot of time in the most stupid places: massaging his wrists, his elbows, his ankles… it’s like this is a class in joint pain management for elders.
Eventually, they let me go further and further over his knees. Caressing the outside of his thighs, then the inside. I am told to change pressure an I sink my fingers deep between his thighs. Josh jolts up a bit and I look up to apologize cause I think I hurt him. But what I see is Josh with his eyes shut, his fists clenched, his breathing shallow through ajar lips. And his dick is hard.
Very extremely hard.
Rising up without a question hard.
Pushing the boxer to the limits of its elasticity hard.
Fuck, I wish he wanted me.
I wish he could take me home and plunge that thing in me.
“I’m sorry” I say tentatively “Do you want me to stop?”
“No” he says, immediately “God, please, no”
Well.. if he is enjoying it…
I slide my hands up his inner thighs all the way to his boxers. And since this massage is all about fingertips, I stay to tease mine in the edge of his underwear. Almost going in, but never quite.
Josh is biting his lip so hard his skin is going white around his teeth. He seems to be channeling a super human strength to keep him from humping the air.
He can’t breathe and he refuses to open his eyes.
I let just a tiny bit of my fingers go into the underwear. I am debating whether to give him a handjob now or tease him more and I only notice I haven’t been paying attention to the instructions because the teacher (very loudly) goes “Now change! Change places!”
No!
I was so close.
My frustration is mine alone. Josh sits up, eager as fuck.
“You need help with that?” he practically drools as he tugs my sweater.
He wants to undress me.
He wants that so bad he forgot about everything else.
“I got it” I say and he nods obsessively, staring at my tits like the world will vanish if he loses eye contact.
I take off my sweater and my shirt. Then my pants and shoes and… well… everything except for bra and panties.
I lie down on the mat and it’s his turn.
And let me tell you: he enjoys the fuck out of it.
His fingertips are all over me. When I was doing this to him I thought it would feel differently. I thought it felts like a smooth caress and a soft tickle.
I was wrong.
It burns.
It’s like he soaked his fingers in the fires of Hell. Anywhere he touches me, my skin goes hot and feverish, as if every part of my body suddenly learnt how to gasp.
Doesn’t take me long to understand why he got so hard. This thing were the fingers come all the fucking way to your knees only to go back is torture. This fucking teacher should be sent to be tried at Hague.
The touches going up and up and up make you squirm and tear and beg, only to go down and down and down.
I am wet, yes, but the really embarrassing part is realizing I’ve been muttering “please, please, please” underneath my breath for the last ten minutes.
Josh is touching my stomach now, leaning towards me getting so close I think he’ll swap the fingertips for nose tip any second now.
I hear the instructions telling him to slide his fingers over my breasts and that’s when I feel his mouth on my ear.
“Can I take this off?”
He means my bra.
He wants to take off my bra.
I mean, he has seen my boobs. It looks like he wants to see them again. And I kinda wanna show them again. So win-win?
I nod and he unclasps it with ease, removes it with ease and stares at what is left with difficulty.
It’s a turn on to watch him getting turned on.
He bites his lip again but it is perfectly clear he is considering biting my nipples.
His fingers are back on my skin, going from my stomach all the way to the top of my tits, surrounding my nipples.
The teacher told the class to move on to another body part, but Josh decided to go off script and he will hear no complaint from me. His hands are still on my tits, feeling their weight on his palms, trying to grab the whole before letting go only to pinch little bits of it all around, watching my skin pink up.
He is breathing so heavily I can hear it. Not moaning, just breathing. Like he is constantly running out of air.
He looks so good.
So fucking handsome.
With his eyes almost disappearing behind heavy eyelids and his some of his hair.
I want to kiss him.
I want him to kiss me.
I want him to take me home and make love to me intentionally.
But for now I’ll settle for whatever this is.
There is a drop of sweat running down his temple and I remember the basketball game and being 19 years old. And it seems my whole body remembers it as well. I arch my back so hard it gives him pause.
“God” I whimper.
“Shh, what is it, honey? What is it?” He begs with a lustful whisper.
“I could lick you right now” I confess.
Josh’s eyes go bright. There’s a wildness there now that wasn’t there before.
“Oh?”
“I could put your cock in my mouth and suck until you forgot where we were”
His hands are shaking.
Still grabbing my tits, but shaking.
Josh is about to say something else but the teacher is telling the class about a Yoni massage or something that sounds a lot like Josh’s fingers in my pussy, so I cover his mouth with my hand.
“Shush” I say, quickly “You’re not supposed to be touching my boobs anymore”
He doesn’t seem to care.
He closed his eyes and is currently licking my fingers over his mouth while still fondling my breasts.
“Josh, here…” I take over his hands and guide them down my stomach all the way inside my panties.
Then he wakes up.
The teacher is describing how the pussy needs to be massaged, but Josh cares not. He takes off my panties so fast and violently I’m quite sure he’ll just fuck me in the middle of class. Instead, he spreads my legs apart and stares at (what I can only assume is) my very wet pussy.
He leans over and I think he’ll touch me but instead he eats me.
His mouth covering my entire puss, licking my clit like a thirsty dog getting a bowl of cold water. He grabs my clit with his lips, pulling and tugging on it and I can’t breath anymore. I think I might suffocate myself and pass out.
I grab his hair and move my hips, grinding his tongue.
Which is when the teacher snaps at us (I think) telling us to use the bullet? Whatever the fuck that is.
Josh stops eating me with rage on his eyes. Staring at the teacher’s commands as if he was just about ready to commit murder. He takes the bullet from the box of items while the teacher explains that this is a special kind of bullet. Which means it’s a bullet shape vibrator powered by not two, not four and not six, but eight batteries.
Josh tests it in his hand and his grin should tell me everything I need to know.
The bullet gets places on my clit and the vibration starts. It’s mild and I get a little disappointed. But not for long.
Josh caresses my thighs and stomach as the instructions tell him too, while exploring my pussy lips, clit and slit with the bullet and increasing it’s power bit by bit.
Every now and then, when the teacher gets distracted, he licks me.
Or smells me.
Or bites me.
He can’t stay away from my pussy and I’m loving every second of it.
Until the bullet’s vibration gets too strong. It gets so powerful I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out. And then it gets even more powerful.
I never had anything like this between my legs, that thing is making my whole body shake and every muscle give up. I can’t breath. I can’t moan. I can’t scream.
I have tears running down my cheeks.
The orgasm burns as if Joshua was setting fire to my clit while shoving me full of querosene. And then he fingers me. The bullet is still destroying my clit while two fingers ravage me so powerfully I feel my tits jumping wild in every direction. I wanna hold on to something but there is nothing. I am on the floor on a mat, bending my arms back, desperately looking for a pillow or a headboard that instinct tells me should be there. But it’s not. It’s just Ellie, sliding through the floor while Josh’s fingers fuck her senseless.
I finally find some air to moan, but it’s nothing but a fragile whisper. Tear, so many tears.
It doesn’t end. The orgasm doesn’t end. It build up more and more until the hooked fingers inside me brush that nice little spot inside every woman and I scream. I have no idea where I find the air to scream. Maybe from the explosion created inside me. I shake and squirm one last time, before dropping dead to my side. Faintly aware of Josh licking my thighs.
The teacher is now saying something about a Lingam massage and telling us to change places again. I am half dead but Josh was an amazing soldier and he deserves the best compensation.
I pull his boxers down and get not a peep of complaint from him. The tip of his dick gets stuck on the fabric for a second before wobbling free. He is good and thick. Large enough to make a girl go “hmmm”, and “hmmm” I go.
I put my hands on his staff and follow every instruction I am given with extra enthusiasm.
Josh looks me in the eyes while I do it. My thighs still covered in my cum and his spit, massaging his cock while couples around us moan finding their own pleasure and releases. He is clenching his fists again, and I understand: he would love to grab on to something as well.
His cock is so thick, like a water balloon being filled. I feel it pulsating in my hands as he gets closer. His muscles are all tense, and so much on his throat that I can see every one of his veins.
He’s there. He’s ready.
He just needs a tiny little push.
I lean over his cock and without ever breaking eye contact, I put the tip on my lips. I lick the little wet hole on top pushing my tongue in and Josh explodes his load on my mouth and face. The teacher carries on talking about Lingam-whatever and movements while Josh still cums and cums. I pull my face away but there is still thick white sperm leaking out of his cock. I’ve never since such a long fat load in my life.
Almost enough to make me horny again.
But the teacher is making his closing statements and guiding everyone towards breathing and cleaning.
Which we do.
We get dressed and as we are walking out, Josh holds the door open for me.
He still has my cum on his fingers, I still have his cum on mine.
“So” he shrugs with a smile “You wanna accidentally go to a strip joint next? Or a swing club maybe?”
I giggle as I walk out the door.
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Blowjob in the back of my parents car
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Both of my parents were in the front. Mom driving, dad in and out of sleep. We were heading home after a baseball tournament. My girlfriend at the time was in the back seat with me. First she started rubbing my dick through my baseball pants. It felt so damn good and then I grabbed the back her head and held it on my dick until she got the point. She pulled it out and started slowly sucking and stroking, making sure it was super sneaky snake quiet. It was so hot, the thrill of getting caught. She sucked my soul out of my body and 15 years later, it’s still the best blowjob I’ve ever had.
This was my junior year of college and she was a year older than I. No one was under age.
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High atop the passersby. We found a name. [MF] [30s40s, first time, cheat, exhib] (x-post /erotica)
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*This is a four-hand writing account by two sexy souls who met over the internet.*
*This is their first encounter.*
**Him:**
You are standing before this window. Looking at all these people walking. Minding their own lives. You are alone, but in a minute, a second maybe, I’ll enter the room. I won’t say a thing, because we don’t need to.
The silence speaks our truth and welcomes us in the frailness of its embrace. You keep looking down the street as you listen to my every moves. The door closing behind me. My steps. Every rustling my clothes make.
You can hear me breathing. I’m close enough for you to get a hint of my perfume. You wait, as you feel your heart beating a bit faster, your legs feeling a bit heavier and your stomach wondering why the room seems to be moving a bit.
You can feel that I am now standing right behind you. I’m not touching you. But every uncovered parts of your skin are bridging this distance with your imagination.
The silence is everywhere. And it’s exquisite.
What are you wearing. How are your hair arranged?
**Her:**
My hair is down, long and soft and just dying to be grabbed and pulled. I am wearing a dress, black, sexy. Stockings, high heels. Panties? Maybe, maybe not. Yours to discover.
**Him:**
You feel my fingers reaching under your hair, gently caressing your scalp. You let out a long deep breath.
As I massage your head, I also slowly pull on handfuls of your hair. Until I grab them all in a pony tail fashion and pull a bit harder as your arch your back.
I look at your neck. At you. I take my time.
My other hand reaches for your cheek and gently caresses your face, you try to grab one of my finger with your lips, but I keep on moving.
I’m slowly crossing your neck, reaching for your chest. I’m still pulling your hair as I cup your left breast and close the gab between us.
You can now feel the bulge in my pants.
I can feel your ass slowly rubbing against it.
I reach for the back of your neck, my other hand pull your breasts out. Exposing them to the unsuspecting crowd a hundred meters below.
I’m slowly reaching for your hips. Very firmly caressing your body as I do. Softly massaging your lower belly. Your pelvis has now entered a subtle trance.
I suddenly press your body against the cold window.
At the moment you start feeling the displeasing sensation of cold radiating through your nipples, you feel my warm hand reaching for you pussy. My fingers, slowly and gently cupping your lips.
My lips are starting to kiss your neck, sending pulses of electricity throughout your body.
They are now kissing your shoulder.
Your lower back. My hand still delicately working your pussy. Undermining the last once of composure you had.
I pull up your dress and start kissing and gently hitting every centimeters of your butt cheeks. I find you beautiful as I’m welcomed by a bare ass, proudly arched on your high heels. Your magnificent lips, moist and half opened, touting me in an invitation to greed. Luring me to their nectar.
I indulge.
Kissing slowly at first, then voraciously. My tongue starting to imprint itself with a steady, mesured tempo, against your clit. Andantino.
« ohhh, fuck yes » you say.
A second later, a resolute hand comes down slapping your ass. You knew about the rule of silence. And the gentle punishment for breaking it.
Now you’re just moaning as you concentrate on what I am offering. Pleasure in its purest form. My tempo accelerates. Allegreto.
I feel your legs slowly trembling. Your moans are louder. I intensify my work. Vivo.
You come in a loud deep moan as you fall knees to the floor. Joining me there. Slightly leaning against me.
You turn around and lock your eyes into me. You push me and I fall on my back and elbows. You get on your knees, and start crawling on me. One of your hand reaches for my face as the other tries to open my belt. You seem to be half conscious. Like an automata built for pleasure, executing it’s most deeply rooted script, it’s highest order of function.
You grab my dick and start stroking it. Our eyes still locked onto each other. You bring your mouth to the tip of my dick, and keep staring into my soul as your mouth swallows it.
« Ohhh fuck » is what I say, fully aware of the punishment to come.
You plant your nails deep in my thigh. Hard.
It’s not the pain that feels good. It’s the celerity and confidence with which it is inflicted. The bond of trust it perpetuates. It brings me back to the present moment. It contrast with your mouth. Making your lips and tongue even sweeter to the touch.
I moan in pain.
I come soon after, under the skillful interplay of your mouth over my mast and your fingers caressing my inner thighs and balls.
We lay there for many minutes, your head on my belly. Catching our breath. Catching our thoughts. You wake up and get the wine.
And drink straight from the bottle. The sight is incredible. From where I am on the floor, the view I have of you is so cinematic. This low angle bottom view of you, dress not covering anything much anymore, hair in a little mess, makeup slightly off, barefoot. The casualness in the gesture. The form your body takes to drink like that.
My blood starts boiling again. A bell get off as I feel my chest pounding again.
Round 2.
**Her:**
My thirst quenched from your cum and from the wine, I walk back toward you. My eyes meeting yours, I bite my lower lip, letting you know I am hungry for you, all of you.
Without saying a word, I suck on your fingers, making them wet with my spit, before bringing them to my pussy. You play with my clit for a few moments as I kiss you, my moans muffled into your mouth as I am once again dripping wet with desire. You fuck me with your fingers, bringing me to yet another crashing orgasm.
“I want to taste myself, I want to taste my cum” I tell you, as you bring your fingers to my mouth. I look you in the eye while savouring the delicious sweetness of my pussy, licking and sucking my juices from your fingers.
“Now that I’ve felt your fingers, I want to feel your dick. I want to feel you inside me” I whisper into your ear, as I feel you harden beneath me. Straddling your body, I lower myself onto you slowly, feeling you fill me up as you fuck me, alternating between grinding on your cock and riding you hard.
You feel amazing inside me, and I throw my head back in ecstasy as our breaths increase rapidly. By now, I am moaning loudly, letting you know how much I love the way you’re fucking me, how much my body is on fire.
You suck on my nipples as you slide in and out of me, making them as rock hard as your dick is. You can barely contain yourself anymore, and you ask me where I would like you to cum.
“Wherever you want, the choice is yours” I reply.
So, where will you choose?
**Him:**
I come on your face in a loud groan as you rub yourself against my cock. I heavily sit on the floor and drink from that bottle of wine. I pass it to you while I caress your body, i want to eat your face and taste myself as well. We kiss. We lay down there, at the bottom of a bed which sheets have no wrinkles. A ceasefire. A technical break.
« So, what’s your name. » I ask.
**Her:**
“What do you want it to be?” I reply, sipping from the bottle and relishing in the sexiness of us having just ravaged each other anonymously. Still feeling some of your cum on my face, I scoop it up with my finger and suck it off, not wanting to waste one delicious drop. My hair is a mess, my mascara is running, my skin is covered in you, and I have never felt more alive.
**Him:**
Anaïs
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How To Train Your Whore: Part 3/7 [TRUE STORY] [31M, 18F] [Oral, Squirting, Cheating, Non-Fiction]
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Part 3: (Parts 1 and 2 available in this subreddit if you haven't had a chance to read yet)
It’s so easy to think of all the things you’ll never do. If someone would have told me a month ago that I’d be the other woman, I would have laughed in their face. Me, complicit in cheating? Never.
Well, here I am. 3 weeks after learning John has a live-in girlfriend and guess which dick I’m still sucking? That’s right, the door that we heard opening during our last “workout” was his girlfriend coming home 2 hours early from work. He tried to explain it to me. He told me they were generally unhappy. He told me he wanted to keep seeing me. He said they broke up often but that he always felt bad and took her back. He said he wanted to at least let her keep living with him until she got a better job and could afford a decent place on her own. That he didn’t even love her anymore. He said a lot of things to try to convince me to keep spreading my legs for him. I didn’t believe a word of it, honestly. But I pretended that I did just to make myself feel better. The truth was, there wasn’t much he could have done at that point to make me stop being his on-call whore. I was a good whore, too. I never texted first, just in case someone was near his phone. Any time he messaged me I dropped whatever I was doing and ran to him. I did anything he wanted, including sneaking around for workout sessions and planning sex around when his girlfriend was away. The idea that my 18 year old self was fucking a full-grown, adult, man in his 30s turned me on. The fact that he was an insanely sexy, muscular trainer in his 30s made me wet constantly, and I didn’t want to give that up.
That afternoon I was headed to meet him at his home gym for another training session. Ever since our close call, we had actually been working out inside of the garage gym. Sure he played with me, a tit grab here or an ass smack there. He’d come up behind me during exercises and press himself into my ass or steal a kiss when he leaned in to adjust a weight. But we hadn’t taken clothes off or had any kind of sex in that home gym since that day she came home.
I pulled up outside of his house. I parked on the street and readied myself to go inside with a quick spritz of body spray and a check in the mirror. I was excited because I’d just bought a new sports bra and I knew it made my tits look incredible. I planned to spend as much time bending over in front of him as possible to tease him. I headed towards the side of the house where the entrance to the gym was and knocked on the door. “Open!” I heard shouted from inside. I walked inside and saw him lying across a weight bench finishing up a set of flyes. I walked up and draped my leg over him, straddling his lap facing away from him. I slowly squatted and lifted, flashing my spandex covered ass in his face while he laughed and tried to finish his workout. Finally he dropped the weights, grabbed me with both hands, and pulled me around to his mouth for a kiss. “What are you torturing me with today?” I giggled.
“It’s cardio day babe” he laughed as I groaned. He knew how much I hated cardio when I worked out with him. There was far less touching with cardio. I headed towards the elliptical machine in the corner of the gym where I typically started warm-ups. He reached out and snatched my wrist. “No, we’re not doing that today. Follow me”
I let him lead me by the hand out of the garage and into the driveway. He dropped my hand as soon as we got into the driveway, presumably to make sure a neighbor didn’t see us together. A pang of jealousy rose up in my chest but I tried to distract myself.
“It’s beautiful out” he said. “Let’s run the trails today”
Despite the fact that I desperately wanted to head back inside to flirt with him on gym equipment, I agreed and we started to jog away from the house.
John’s house was in a community built into the hills. There were tons of dirt trails winding around the homes in the neighborhood, stretching for miles across the hills. It was 6pm and the sky was a bright golden orange. We jogged for about a block on the neighborhood streets until one of the entrances to a trail opened up and we turned onto it. The views out on the trail were breathtaking. If I couldn’t be inside getting groped by a hot trainer, this was a decent alternative. I felt the endorphins kicking in and started settling into my stride. We ran about a mile into the winding trails, mostly uphill. As we approached an overlook, he slowed to a stop and motioned for me to stop with him. I was sweating but still breathing easily. I smiled at him and took in the gorgeous sunset. “Come here” he motioned to a brushy patch off the side of the trail. I followed him over and sat next to him on a large low tree stump aging at the edge of the trail. He leaned into me and I could feel his breath hot on my neck. He kissed me gently behind my ear and twisted a strand of my hair that had fallen loose from my ponytail around his finger. I moaned softly. “I want you,” I whispered. He kissed me hard. The contrast of his soft lips on my mouth against the rough top of the tree stump got me excited. I shoved my hands into the waistband of his shorts and took his cock in my hand. I tugged slowly and worked my thumb in circles around the head. I moved my lips to his neck, breathing in his masculine scent. Suddenly he gripped me hard and pulled me up. He spun me around roughly and placed his heavy hand between my shoulder blades, forcing me to bend at the waist. I caught myself on the tree stump, arms outstretched in front of me. He grabbed at my spandex workout shorts and shoved them down to my calves. I braced myself for him to enter me but instead he dropped to his knees and started to slip his tongue inside me. He rubbed his thumb against my clit as his tongue slid up and down, his nose pressed firmly into my ass. I felt a rush of heat between my legs and begged for more. He stood up, grabbed my ass with both hands and then shoved his full length inside me with a force that made me gasp. I could feel my ass shaking as he fucked me and the long lean muscles in my back tensing with every thrust. The way he was entering me made his dick rub hard against my g-spot and I began to feel a tingling, sharp heat inside of me. My breath was ragged as he shoved into me over and over. The sensation was incredible but I’d never felt anything quite like it before. It made me nervous but I knew I didn’t want him to stop. “It feels so good” I moaned as he thrusted into me again. My clit was pulsing and my pussy felt swollen and tight. “Oh, there we go” he said.
I was about to ask what he meant but was instantly breathless as he shifted his position to push harder into my g-spot. The sensation made me feel like I was about to burst. I reached back and held onto his hands, begging for him to thrust harder and bring me release. He shoved his hand around the front of me and ran his thumb over my clit as he continued to press on my g-spot with every thrust. My entire body tensed and it felt like the world around me blurred. He rubbed frantically against my clit and I exploded around him. A gush of hot liquid sprayed from me and soaked his dick. When he pulled out of me, still rock hard, it splattered in the dirt and around my ankles. I could barely stand, my legs were trembling so hard. Holy shit. Did I just squirt? I’d seen it in porn but I had no idea I could do it. I tried not to act surprised. I never wanted to remind him of how much younger and inexperienced I was. “My god,” I mumbled, “that was incredible.”
He spun me around and pushed me to my knees. They landed in the wet dirt under me and he pressed his dick to my mouth. “Taste it” he commanded. I opened my mouth and drank him in. I licked up and down his shaft and sucked every last drop of me off of him. “It’s sweet” I said as I looked up at him. He laughed and stroked my hair. I wanted to make him happy. I shoved his dick to the back of my throat until I could barely stand it and the pressure made me gag. He loved to see me choke on his size so I opened my throat for him as far as I could and took his length until my face was buried in his pubic hair. He tasted good. I loved feeling the pressure in my jaw and throat that came from sucking a dick that big. It made me feel proud to know I could take it. I licked the length of his shaft and sucked on the head of his dick as he moaned in pleasure. I deep throated him again, swallowing hard while he was in the back of my throat. He groaned and grabbed my head, ramming me faster and harder onto his dick. My throat was on fire. Tears streamed down my face and I gagged with every other thrust. His hand was twisted in my hair, shoving my face back and forth against him. Long stringy chords of spit clung to his dick every time he pulled out. “Do you want my cum?” His dick was in the back of my throat but I answered him in a moan as I cupped his balls with my hand and wrapped the other around his ass. He let out a gasp and thrust his dick one last time as hard as he could into the back of my throat. I whimpered and gagged and felt the explosion of cum hit the back of my mouth. I swallowed and then pulled my head back to look at his cock. I licked up the length of him, getting every last drop before I looked up at him. He was smiling down at me, running his fingers through my now very messy hair. I could feel that my lips were swollen and bruised. My throat burned and it was hard to swallow. Hot, sticky tears were beginning to dry all over my face and I knew my mascara was probably running. I’m sure I looked like a mess, but at that moment I was proud of myself.
“That was pretty amazing,” he said. “Is there anything you wouldn’t do for me?”
“Probably not” I thought, although I didn’t dare say it out loud. I smiled up at him as he helped me to my feet and I kissed his chest before laying my head against him.
“I didn’t think so” I heard him whisper.
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Thanks for reading! I really hope you enjoyed it. Part 4 coming in 24 hours!
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FWB [18f] is horny and calls me over [18m] [FM]
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During our post high school graduation trip I became FWB with one of my classmates. I've already shared the story of how it happened. I want to share some more, so here it goes. Hope you like it.
For those who haven't read my previous stories: Molly is a 5'8''-ish, 100lb petite blonde, with a pair of perky C-cups, small frame, a nice round ass and a pair of reaaally long legs. I am 6'6'', at the time around 170is lbs.
After coming home from our graduation trip Molly and I had been pretty busy with university applications and other stuff that we hadn't seen each other for a couple of weeks.
One day I wake up at noon, pick up my phone and a text from Molly comes in:
"I'm horny and alone at home. Get over here now!"
Seconds later another one comes in. This time it's a picture. It's her, completely wet, just come out of the shower, wrapped in a towel.
"Will be there in 30" - I reply, jump out of bed and go take a shower. I come out of the shower, dry off, put on some clothes and pick up my phone to call a cab, when I receive another text with a picture from Molly:
"What's taking you so long?" - along with a selfie of her naked, covering her tits up with her arm.
"I'm out the door" - I reply and call a cab.
The cab comes and we start driving towards Molly's place. I am already rock hard and can barely keep my dick tucked beneath my belt.
I make it to Molly's building and ring the bell. She buzzes me in. I get in the elevator and press the button for the 6th floor. As soon as the elevator door opens, Molly opens her apartment door, wearing a silk robe.
"What took you so long?" - Molly asks as I enter her apartment.
"Just wanted to work you up a bit and make you extra horny." - I say with a grin on my face.
"Is that so?" - Molly says as she undoes her robe and let's it drop to the floor. As it drops it reveals her silky smooth skin, her big and round, yet perky C-Cup tits, followed by her small waist, round and tight ass and long and toned legs. - "Let me show you my room" - she says as she grabs me by the shirt and pulls me into her room.
She pushes me on her bed, climbs on top of me and starts kissing me slowly. As we make out she slides her hand down my body and slides it under my T-Shirt and pulls my T-Shirt off. She starts kissing her way down my neck, chest and belly. She undoes my belt and pulls my pants off. As Molly slides my pants down, my dick jumps out freed from the tension.
At this point I hadn't even had time to masturbate in the last couple of weeks, so I was already very close to cumming. Molly starts slowly licking the head of my dick and slowly working her way down. She starts speeding up, bobbing her head up and down on my shaft, while working my head with her tongue. I last maybe a minute and a half before busting a huge load in her mouth with zero warning. Molly starts gagging a bit, but quickly regains her composure, swallows my load, looks at me and says:
"That was fast and unexpected."
"Well, I have not even jerked off since the last time we were together. Plus you are really good at sucking dick."
"Am I?" - Molly asks, not really sure if I am just buttering her up.
"Most definitely! What was that , like a minute?" - I say.
"Oh!" - she says and blushes a bit.
I sit up in the bed and lean in to kiss her. We start making out, both of us leaning towards each other. While making out, I pull her towards me and manage to lift her up, switch places with her and lay her on her back. While on top, I start kissing my way down her body. First her neck, then her chest, gently sucking on her nipples, down her stomach and slowly lick the tip of her clit.
Molly lets out a load moan and runs her fingers through my hair, pushing my face towards her pussy.
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Hope you like this, will post part 2 tomorrow.
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Craving an Ass Fucking [30sF] [anal]
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"Come home and fuck my ass"
I know that text will get your attention, but just for good measure, I follow it up with a photo. Taken from behind, you get a good view of my shaved pussy and tight asshole.
"I want you to use me and leave me with an ass dripping with cum"
My pussy is wet and swollen as I wait for you. I rub my clit lightly but have to stop, not wanting to ruin the buildup. As much fun as it would be to fuck my pussy, that's not what I'm interested in today. I've been craving your thick cock up my tight ass all morning and my pussy will just have to wait until next time.
Your truck pulls into the driveway and I can hear your hurried steps. I am on all fours on the bed, ass facing the door, looking back over my shoulder.
As soon as you enter the room, you remove your belt and open your pants. Free from its confinement, your cock jumps to attention. You climb onto the bed behind me and grab my ass with both hands. Your cock head rubs against me, but you don't go any further. Your hands squeeze my ass as you appreciate the view, then lean forward to bury your face into me. Licking my pussy first, then sliding up to flick your tongue across my asshole. I moan at the sensation. I've been on edge all morning. You lick me from front to back and then slide the tip of your tongue into my ass. You are enjoying playing with my little asshole and soon I can't take it any longer.
Enough teasing. I want a thick, hard cock in my ass. I want your swollen head in my tight asshole. I want to gasp at the size and do my best to please you. Will you give it to me, daddy? Will you ignore my dripping wet pussy and push your rock-solid dick into my tight little ass and then fuck it mercilessly?
Grab the lube and coat your dick, then push your glans against my tight little asshole. I cry out as it pushes against me until the pressure makes my body accept your will. Your head disappears and you continue to push steadily as the rest of your cock follows. The stretch is incredible. Fill me all the way and then pause to enjoy the warmth enveloping your cock. Reach around and feel the wetness of my pussy. Slip your finger into my slick cunt, even tighter than usual because of the cock stuffed into my ass. Finger it a little as I squirm, and soon I have to push your hand away to keep from cumming.
Start sliding in and out with long strokes, slow at first but slowly increasing the speed. Yes, this is what I want. This is what I've been lusting for. I moan and beg for more, faster, harder. Fuck my ass. Use me. Make me cry out as you slam against me, balls slapping against my pussy lips as my orgasm starts to build. Please daddy, destroy my asshole with your cock.
My body clenches down around your dick as I start cumming on you, convulsing and shaking. My legs might give out from under me but you tighten your hold on my hips. I'm panting and begging you to fill my ass with your cum. I'm your anal cumslut. My tight little hole is practically sucking the life from your dick, making it impossible to hold back any longer. Groan as your orgasm explodes and rope after rope shoots from your cock. Give me one last deep thrust to bury your pulsing dick into me. After a few moments, slowly slide out of my ass, leaving a messy creampie dripping from my used hole. Thank you for such a good ass fucking.
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Me and my gf had a threesome and want to again
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So me(27m) and my gf (23) went on a mini vacation together last week and we’re out having a drink when we met this really beautiful girl. (18) we ended up hitting it off and somehow making it back up to our hotel room. They started kissing and scissoring while i jerked off before they both came and started sucking my dick together. They made it so sloppy. That’s when the other girl just got ontop of me and started riding me.. my gf was shocked but let her. I told them i was about to cum and my gf held her down and started rubbing her clit and sucking in my balls. The girl was doing kegels on me and squeezing me .. i came so hard inside her… my gf proceeded to eat it out and spit it into the other girls mouth as well… let’s just say i want this all to happen again.
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[F/d] I may have had sex with my daughter - update 8
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I can't believe how amazing my daughter is and how lucky I am to finalky have her in my life. As I said she took the day off work. The whole time I was working she sent me pictures of herself teasing me. I got off work at around 4, picked up some food and drove straight home. She was waiting for me wearing the sexiest white lingerie I have ever seen, I asked where she got it and apparently she took an uber to the mall and bought it while I was away. Since I know she wants me to be more dominant I pretended to me upset that she had gone out without my permission, she started to apologize but I told her to shut up and get on her knees, I sat on the couch and she crawled towards me. She started sucking me and I would occasionally tell her to hold it down for a few seconds before giving her permission to release, she had the most beautiful smile when she heard me be dominant. As I was about to cum she asked me for permission to swallow it, I agreed and she swallowed it all. Then I went down on her but she came very fast, I guess she is sensitive. We brushed our theet and ate, with her still in the lingerie. We then cuddled and watched a movie.
After the movie, she asked me if she could cook me dinner, I agreed but told her that I would go get the things and she would stay home and be ready for when I returnes. I went out and when I came home she was touching herself on the couch, again I pretended to me mad and actually slapped which made her smile. We had sex on the couch, and then I told her to get in the shower while I got the things out of the car. She finished and cooked me dinner while I watched tv. We ate together, went to bed and she just fell asleep. I'll write more tomorrow.
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(married) FWB continued(non fiction)
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So being single and a little older(early 50's) and being honest I was on quite a long dry spell, I was amped and craving more, I was extremely excited to get a text saying she can't wait to suck my cock, have my cock in her pussy again, of course that makes me immediately hard, and I tell her how hard I am, her response was "oh yeah, prove it", ok this totally caught me off guard, but I pulled my hard cock out and snapped a pic and sent it to her. "Wow, I made you hard just from that?" was her response, she seemed quite proud of what she had done, so the hot text continued, we spent the day going back and forth, me telling her I can't wait to play with her pussy again, I mentioned how wet she got from sucking my cock, again she tells me she loves sucking cock and that yes it makes her very wet. I will say her text and the way she was talking kept me hard and I was loving it, the whole day was spent texting.
As we continue to text we start to get personal asking questions , likes, past sex partners, I tell her I've been on a long dry spell, long, she ask how it could be that long and I tell her I really hadn't been trying, she ask if I jerk off a lot and I tell her no, I just kind of blocked out the thoughts, but not now as my mind is continuously thinking about the next time, the last time, thinking of spicy questions to ask her. I tell her about my past trip to a nudist resort where I tell her how my partner at the time decided to start sucking my cock and making me cum, swallowing it all in front of about 25 people at the hot tub, she really liked that and said that that sounds hot and she'd like to do that. I ask if I'm the first "side guy" she says no, she had one briefly before but it was nothing as he was boring and turned out to be an asshole. She tells me how she had a friend she met online and they exchanged text, she sent pics which gets me excited as I am a very sexual guy, visual, narratophilia, watching porn, the use of aids/toys, bondage, extended teasing , so needless to say I'm enjoying our text and I keep the questions coming, I ask if she has any of the old pics, unfortunately she does not, I explain how my ex and I used to share on a site years ago, she asked if I had some which I did, I send a couple she really seemed to like this and ask about my ex, I explain she's the same age, she seems intrigued with that. We are both extremely worked up make a plan to meet up later. My cock has been hard almost the entire day, my boxers look like a family of snails were living in the from all the precum stains.
So she' s going "to have dinner and drinks with a friend" and arrives at my house, as soon as the door closes we are making out, kissing and listening to her breathing quicken has my cock hard and straining, as we kiss I guide he hand to my cock, she tells me how she loves how quick and easy I get hard with her, we hastily make our way to the bedroom where she is already unfastening my belt/jeans to get my cock out and I feel her tongue at the base as she slowly slides her tongue the length of my shaft and back down, shes looking up at me with a sly grin as she repeats the lick, I'm dripping and she licks the tip before slowly sliding her lips over my cock and taking me all into her throat while looing and moaning, she feels so good it's all I can think about. After a bit she stands up and kisses me deep while stroking my cock, she says to lay on the bed so I get my clothes off while she takes hers off and climbs on the bed next to me to continues to suck, lick and stroke my cock maintaining a lot of eye contact which every guy loves, she's giving me a long sensuous blowjob , licking my balls while stroking my cock, again she's very good. this continues and I sense she may be getting tired so I pull her up and kiss her and I roll her over as we kiss I slide my hand to her pussy which is so wet I comment how wet she is, my fingers have no problem sliding in as she whispers how sucking cock does that too her, I fingering her wet pussy and you can hear the wetness with each movement of my hand. I slide between her legs where I spend the next 1/2 hour licking her pussy, sucking her clit while teasing it with my tongue which she loves, her hands in my hair she moans my name and tells me how she loves having her pussy licked, I always love positive verbal feedback and I always look at it as a goal to see how many times I can make a woman cum, she keeps telling me how good it feels, how long its been since she's been this satisfied from being eaten. I slowly trace my beard up her body until my juice covered mouth meets hers where kisses me deep tasting herself,
I lay down beside for a moment, she reaches for my cock gives me a lick on the tip before before straddling me and slowly sliding down on my cock, she's riding me, her tits are bouncing I reach up and take one in each hand and squeeze them, she tells me how much she loves having her tits played with, I gently pinch and pull her nipples, I can see she likes this a lot so I apply more pressure when I pinch them them, I start sucking on her nipples, again the moans tell me she likes this, it s our only second time together so we're still in the discovery phase as to what our likes and turn ons are. I tell her to get on all fours, I slide in and grab onto to her hips I thrusting pretty hard, smacking her ass, I'm pounding her and tell her I'm going to cum, she tells me just like before, she wants me to cum in her I shoot my load in her and we both collapse to the bed, and lay there basking for a few minutes. we lay there telling each other how good that felt, how much it was needed.
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Again if its wanted I'll post more
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[B/S][M/D][F/D] I'm visiting my parents and I caught them all together.
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Hey friends. Hope you’re doing alright.
I’ve been making really good progress with my sister. Just in terms of getting back to a friendly place.
Or, at least I was making progress. I don’t know where things are going now lol. Like… would it even be one of my posts if everything was fine?
On wednesday we met for a coffee. She asked me to pick her up, which, to be super honest, was maybe not the best idea.
Mainly because, once she got into the car, it felt too soon since all the weirdness had taken place. So it was really awkward. It was so obvious we were both trying to make conversation. Almost forcing it.
It wasn’t until we got to the coffee shop that things kicked off much more naturally. Of course, as always, it was gossip that brought us together lol.
There was drama between people that we went to school with. So judging other people’s decisions was the best way to kickstart a journey of healing and bonding
“But like… why would you have a baby with someone you hate?” was literally the last sentence said about the topic. So I guess that gives you an idea of how distracted we were.
Although we had gained some good momentum, the hangout wasn’t free from little moments of silence where we didn’t know what to talk about.
The best I could think of, as a solution, was to cut the hangout short. Better to feel like we wanted to stay there longer, than to be secretly wanting to go home.
After I dropped her off and got home, I received a text “Thank you for today. I appreciate us trying ot be cool. Sorry if I was super awkward.
What’s the opposite of ‘slightly uneasy’? ‘Cautiously glad’?
That’s probably an accurate description of how I felt. The rest of my evening I felt a little rattled, but happy, at the same time.
The next day she called me asking if I wanted to go out again. She needed some help with something about her computer and maybe I knew how to fix it. And that I was to pick the place and time.
Although the concern that we were maybe seeing a little too much of each other came up, I agreed to help.
As to where we would go… I figured that maybe a coffee shop was a little too much pressure for the first couple of encounters. Maybe we could go somewhere we could have a beer. It would ease the nerves and the environment would lend itself to a more relaxed vibe.
I know many of you think that I drink too much and that things get out of hand every time alcohol is involved. But, honestly, I don’t think I’m incapable of having one or two beers and staying sane. It’s perfectly under control…. I can quit drinking whenever I want. I just don’t want to…. I’m not an alcoholic…. Would an alcoholic say that? Lol
But in all seriousness, it’s fine. Booze certainly lubricates situations. But until now, I don’t think I’ve made a single choice drunk that I wouldn’t have made sober.
In the end, we met up at a brewery. A really chill place where working on a laptop wouldn’t look weird.
This time, the hangout went much smoother. While I looked at her computer and worked on it, I asked her questions about her day, about work, her friends. It felt liek the most we’d caught up in the longest time.
It was awesome. As she told me about what she’d been up to, she seemed to get more and more relaxed. And the more chill she was, the less pressure I felt. And the looser I was able to get.
By the time I finished with her computer, we were a couple of beers in. And our conversation had fully taken off.
Sitting there, sharing a beer and talking about our days brought this big air of nostalgia. Not for the time we spent as a couple, but the friendship we had as siblings. While I don’t believe in romantic soulmates, I definitely believe there are people in this world you are just meant to be best friends with. And my sister is my person.
Even with everything that’s happened over the last couple of weeks… the last couple of months, it’s crazy that we’re here being able to get belly laughs from each other. We ended up having one or two more beers by the time we had to leave.
It was awesome.
When I was dropping her off she told me mom and dad had told her they’d be spending Friday night at home. “It may be nice to have a family hangout.” She said.
I went home after promising to be there.
All day friday, a sense of excitement had completely taken over me. I can’t really tell you what I was looking forward to. Or what I was expecting.
Just like last week, I showed up a little earlier than expected. I was surprised by several additional cars being in the driveway. It was some family friends, and their kids. They were visiting my parents.
Coming in, I found everyone - my parents, aunt and uncle (that’s what we call them), cousins and sister - all having some beer in the backyard. They came over to pick up some stuff and stayed to hang out.
Although my initial instinct was to want to spend time alone with my family, I think the visitors were a blessing in disguise. Because it allowed us to taste a completely non-weird family dynamic. Joking, laughing… all without any weirdness taking over.
The impromptu get-together got so lively that they decided to stay for dinner. Dad barbecued a whole bunch of stuff. I offered to make some sides.
While Dad tended the grill, I was the only one in the kitchen. That’s until my sister came over to help. The interaction wasn’t too, too chummy. But it managed to stay fun.
Enough topics of conversation were left unfinished from the previous hangouts so this was a perfect opportunity to finish them. Non-romantic topics that is. It was nice. It let us… I want to say ‘warm up.’
Dinner came and went and our guests stayed until later. A conversation about the hot tub came up. About how much it was to maintain, how long my parents had had it. And, naturally, the idea of going in was floated. No one, other than my family, had bathing suits, but my parents had enough for everyone.
As my aunt and uncle changed, my ‘cousins’ decided it was time for them to leave.
My sister and I looked at each other a little hesitant. Almost as if doing this at all was awkward between us. But she shrugged her shoulders and decided to go change. I did the same. Finally all 6 of us went in.
We all sat in there, snug, but with just enough space around each other. A couple of times, my sister’s feet and mine bumped into each other. Prompting little uncomfortable moments of looking away.
It didn’t take long before the conversation was pretty jovial again. My dad brought us all drinks and they definitely helped us forget how tight the space inside the tub was. Our feet were all moving around like a nest of snakes lol.
Around 10pm the conversation had died down enough that my aunt and uncle decided to take a cab home. I felt like it was also wise for me to leave. But everyone insisted that we had all probably drank one too many beers to drive home. I mean, I definitely wasn’t drunk. But if I got pulled over it would’ve been a problem.
Mom and dad insisted I stayed on the couch. And so I did. It was obvious that the best course of action was to get myself out of the situation. So if I couldn't leave the house, I would at leas get myself out of that cursed tub.
Quickly, brushing my teeth and getting some blankets, I left my parents and sister out there.
I was in the TV room, very much unable to see them - a completely separate area of the house. My plan was to be on my phone until I fell asleep. But you know how that is sometimes… All of a sudden it’s 40-50 minutes later and I haven't dozed off. I’m just scrolling on tiktok, endlessly. But something occurred to me. I haven't seen my sister come through this room to go to bed.
Taking my headphones off, I try to perk up my ears, to see if I can hear anything. And I did - some gentle laughing. “Oh, ok, they're still hanging out,” I think, “I’m sure she’ll be coming to bed soon.”
Another 20 minutes pass by and she is yet to come inside. Alright, at this point, we’ve all been around for long enough to know… it was time to investigate.
From the living room, I could see them through the glass door. The inside of the house was completely dark, so they would not see me.
I came to find my sister sitting in the tub on the same spot she had before I left. But my parents had moved, now they were on the opposite side. They made out intensely. Because of the distance and lighting, it took me a solid moment to realize mom was now topless. Her chest was barely exposed, with her nipples still being underwater.
Dad held her face with one hand as they made out and made little comments to each other, though I couldn’t tell what they said.
Suddenly, this wave of coolness came down from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. My heart was going a million miles an hour. I think perhaps fear came over me as well. I don’t really know why.
Completely silent, I stood in the very same spot I did the first time I caught my parents having sex out there. Beyond being frozen in space, it felt more like I was frozen in time. The same exact emotions as that time a year ago. If anything, even more intense.
The instinct to remove myself from that situation struck me. To not get caught. But at this point, any barrier or reason to not stay or fear getting caught has been completely stripped away. So, with an air - very diluted air - of confidence I watched, to see where things went from there.
During a kiss break, mom looked at my sister and said something, getting a nervous smile out of her, followed by a nod. After taking off her bottoms, mom stood up and sat on the rim of the tum.
My sister looked around, very obviously nervous… but she stayed there. Seemingly concerned to be caught - at least that’s the impression I got - she kept looking at the door. Ironically enough, I was indeed behind the glass, just on the other side.
Once mom sat down, dad opened her legs with both hands, even helping to support them up, and slowly moved his head between them. To eat her pussy. Mom’s head immediately tilted back, looking at the sky. And, after a hot second of looking into nothingness, her face rotated to look at my sister.
She mumbled something to my sister. Whatever it was, made her smile and nod again. Mom’s right hand traveled to the back of dad’s head. And, little by little, her hips came in to help as well by basically grinding against him
Although it was really hot, it was hard to let myself focus on them. To enjoy the horny show. My eyes were dead focused on my sister. My curiosity had me absolutely absorbed. Would she dod something? Would she join them? Where are her hands? What are they saying to her? What is she saying back?
For a moment I wondered if this was the inevitable return to our previous family dynamic. But my thinking got interrupted by my mother’s moans increasing in volume.
Curse words became louder and louder. So loud, in fact, at some point I worried the neighbors could maybe hear it.
Before it went on for too long, dad stood up and took his swimsuit off. His dick bounced up and down after being released. My sister’s eyes were now concentrated on the show in front of them. Her concern for my showing up was gone.
Slowly, he walked over to mom and got in between her legs. The soft, quiet noise mom made let me know dad had made his way inside her. Then proceeded to fuck her gently.
This wasn’t the same I had witnessed before. What they did in front of me. That time, they were tearing each other apart, they couldn’t wait. This was loving and passionate. Slow and gentle.
My eyes focused on my sister for a moment, then back to dad, then back to my sister. Mom’s body was completely hidden behind my dad’s. So at this point I’m only able to see his ass. Well, that and mom's hands, coming around his back. Digging her nails into it the same way my sister would do to me once.
Wait… We don’t think about my sister and I having sex. I’ve stopped doing that. Shit. lol
I couldn’t help but look back at my sister. There was this persistent expectation for her to get up and join them. But she hadn’t moved an inch since this whole ordeal began.
Dad’s hand traveled around mom’s neck and held her head at the very top of her neck. His thrusting slowed down significantly. It was obvious he was going a lot deeper. Mom brought him in close, as much as she could. Her head peeked at me over dad’s shoulder. Her eyes were closed.
At this point, I snapped back to reality. My heart remembered to continue freaking out and the cold sweat got the green light to take over again.
The thought of my sister getting up and grabbing my dad’s dick, or making out with my mom really threw me off. Not that I think she’d be doing something wrong.
But one thing is being ok with it, and another is to watch it happen in front of me.
So, very quickly, I basically fled back to the couch in the TV room.
I sat up, pulled out my phone and tried distracting myself the best I could.
About 20 minutes later, I heard a round of laughing. Shortly after, my sister walked into the room. She would’ve been on her way to her bedroom. As she needs to walk through the TV room to do so.
After seeing me, she completely froze in place. “Oh, you’re awake,” she said, surprised. Clearly nervous. “I thought you’d gone to bed a while ago,” she finished.
I told her I couldn’t sleep and was hanging out on my phone.
There was, what felt like 5 full minutes of her standing there in silence. Looking at me. The most awkward moment. I didn’t know what to say, she didn;t know what to say.
Finally, we both said goodnight to each other and she went on her way.
Now it’s 4 am and I’m writing this, uneasy.
At what? Lol Beats me.
I guess it’s like seeing an ex at the mall with a new partner. It’s like, you’re obviously cool with it, but witnessing it makes it much more real.
I’m not mad or anything, just to clarify. I’m just… unrested, tired, unsettled, horny, a little sad, a little more horny, constipated, stressed, afraid… name a feeling.
Not to mention, trying to figure out what this means and how this affect the current family dynamic.
Alright, I’m going to go to bed and fill you in the morning if there is anything more that happens.
Hey folks! Morning Select here. I’m just waking up and feel like absolute garbage. I went to bed so late that I almost feel hungover. So I decided to just post this update. If anything else happens, I’ll give you all a shout.
In the meantime,
Take care and behave.
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[M]y sexually [f]rustrated pregnant coworker (pt 2)
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*Go to my part 1 for the lead up. The good stuff starts here*
To preface, that day wasn’t very different from most days as far as her attire goes. She had been wearing perfectly accentuated yoga pants and a company t-shirt everyday since she started showing. I for one, was not complaining. We met at the desks near the bathroom and she went in first. I gave it a minute or two (which felt like an eternity) and then knocked for her to let me in. I closed and locked the door behind us and then it was on.
I picked her up by her ass and set her on top of the cabinet, having already planned this out over and over throughout the day. I leaned her back up against the wall and lifted her legs up, pulling her yoga pants off to reveal her modest but cute panties. I had never seen her open her eyes so wide and breath so hard than at that moment.
I kissed down the inside of her right leg, all the way down to her panty line. She laid her head back against the wall and closed her eyes as I pushed her panties to the side and rubbed her clit. Her breathing started to get faster and my pants got tighter than they had ever been. After I rubbed her clit for a minute, I slowly pulled her panties off and sunk my face in between her legs. She let out a gasp and grabbed the back of my head as I started to lick her pussy up and down.
I would have to say that eating pussy is my specialty and this time would be no different. I licked, sucked, and bit as she covered her mouth and moaned while trying to be quiet - just in case. I ran a finger inside her pussy and I tongued her clit up and down, side to side. Within 3 or 4 minutes she was shaking and squirting all over the cabinet and my beard.
I stood up, kissing and biting from her pussy all the way up her left leg while she sat there trying to catch her breath. “HOLY SHIT!” she exasperated as I walked over to the sink to wash my face. “I can’t believe how quick you got me off, that was incredible!” I told her it was my pleasure and that I would leave so she could shower off real quick in the little shower there.
“You don’t wanna get off too?” She said, motioning to the bulge in my pants. I told her I wasn’t planning on it, and that I was just gonna go take care of it later and let her have this moment for herself. “No, no, no, that’s not fair for you.”
*I didn’t think it was gonna take this long to type out, so look for part 3*
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Starting My Day With My New Toy [F]
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I've always loved dildos..the more realistic the better. But I never bought one thinking my husband would feel weird about it...until I did.
Ya'll....I'm addic(k)ted.
This morning, I didn't wake up horny since I was still recovering from last night's stoned masturbation session. But as luck would have it, I accidently consumed some thirsty content on social media that got my mind racing.
I have a thing for a very dear friend of mine..who I will be seeing soon. He's tall, muscular and has really good banter. I often think about him and whenever I'm due to meeting him, my hormones are off the charts.
I thought about him sneakily grabbing my ass and teasing me. About him finally making a move on me and telling he doesn't care about keeping up appearances and he just has to have me.
Obviously, my fingers snaked down to my pussy only to reveal i was dripping wet..just thinking about it. I kept rubbing and grinding on my fingers but today they were just not doing the trick.
I am a little shy using my toy around my husband (and also its me time.. so yeah)...so I checked if the coast was clear and I got my dildo. I thought about him pushing his cock in me and pushed my dildo so far deep it made me wince a little.
I took it out and deepthroated it right in bed. It felt naughty having a fake cock down my throat before I even had my first coffee.
And then I pushed it right back in and pounded myself. I lifted my leg up and pushed it in deeper...fully fucking myself just the way I like it. I added my vibrator to the mix and pressed it up against my clit.
I kid you not, my mind fully transported me into being fucked (on a bathroom counter...that's what I was imagining). I could hear my husband walking around the house but I was too far deep into my fantasy to give a fuck if he catches me with my legs in the air and my eyes rolled back.
I imagined him making me beg for him cum..making me beg to cum. And I, fully immersed in my experience, started whispering out loud how bad I need to orgasm all over his cock and how much more I needed his cum in me.
Finally, a few short but deep strokes later I orgasmed and the most guttural moan escaped my mouth.
And while I may have only gotten hornier from this point on, I couldn't ask for a better start to the day.
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FWB [18f] is horny and calls me over [18m] [FM] Part 3
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Sorry for taking a bit longer with this final part, but work and life got in the way of typing it out. Hope you like it.
"I'm with a hot, wet girl in the shower. I'm definitely ready for action." - I say.
Without saying a word Molly kisses me passionately and after that drops to her knees and starts taking my dick in her mouth. She has my head in her mouth, while stroking my shaft with her hand. She starts slowly taking more shaft in her mouth, slowly bobbing head up and down.
Her hair is all wet from the water, some of it is over her face, so I gather it up and hold it behind her head so I can enjoy the view. Molly goes on like this for a little while, bobbing up and down, taking my whole dick down her throat. I feel myself getting close to cumming, so I pull back and help Molly up, while still holding her by the hair. I kiss her passionately and slap her ass, while kissing her. My hand makes it's way from her ass to her pussy, slide a finger inside her and slowly rub her G-Spot. Molly softly moans, while kissing me.
I pull away from her, spin her around and she bends over, revealing her smooth wet pussy. I slowly rub the head of my dick along her slit. I slowly slide inside her. I grab her hips and start slowly, but forcefully thrusting inside her. Molly braces herself against the wall and moans gently between thrusts. I pick up the pace untill I am going as fast as I can. Her moans have graduated from soft and gentle to very loud. I feel myself getting close to cumming, so I pull out.
"I want to cum all over your tits." - I say
Without a second of hesitation Molly turns around, gets on her knees and starts jerking me off. Maybe 10-15 seconds later I start shooting ropes of cum all over her tits. After finishing me off, she sucks the remaining cum of my dick and also picks some of it from her and sucks it off of her fingers. She swallows what she has in her mouth and says:
"You taste so good!"
"Be a good girl and I'll maybe let you taste me again." - I reply, while helping her up.
I pull her in, grab her ass and kiss her. We actually clean ourselves, get out and go dry off. As it's pretty close to her parents comming home from work, we pull our clothes on and go out to have a bite to eat with some of our friends.
Hope you guys liked this series of stories. More are to come in the future.
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Two girls trying something new
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This is a text generated by AI only.
Two girls, Sarah and Jenny were best friends since childhood. They had grown up together in the same neighborhood and shared everything from secrets to clothes. One day they decided it was time for them both to lose their virginity so they made a pact that whoever got there first would help out the other one too!
Sarah went off on her own adventure, but Jenny wasn't as lucky and had no success in finding someone. Sarah came back with an exciting story of how she lost it to this hot guy at a party they both attended. She was so excited that she wanted to share the experience with Jenny too!
So one night when their parents were out, they decided to have some fun and try something new together. They started kissing each other passionately on the couch while Sarah told her friend all about how it felt like for a guy's tongue in your mouth... The girls got so turned on that soon enough Jenny was sucking off her bestie!
After they both came, they decided to take things further and try something new. They went into the bedroom where Sarah took out some lube from underneath their mattress and started rubbing it all over herself... She then told Jenny that she wanted them to have sex with each other but this time using a strap-on!
Jenny was so excited, they both got naked and laid down on the bed. Sarah put her strapon in place while Jenny lubed up her friend's ass... They started kissing again as she slowly slid it into her bestie until finally all of it went inside! The girls moaned with pleasure as their bodies moved together, enjoying every moment and making the most out of this special experience.
After a while they both came at once and collapsed on each other in exhaustion... They had just shared something so intimate that no one else would ever know about it!
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Marissa & Romario, pt 1: The clothing store prank gone too far [18f][59M][MF][older M younger F][sex]
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Marissa had just turned 18 and is a high school senior. She was often the focus of a lot of teasing amongst her friend group because she had the least experience with boys. She had a boyfriend and they had fooled around and even had sex 2 times but he ended up breaking up with her because she had very strict parents and he would often say she wasn't fun. Of all her friends she was the only one not on birth control.
The weekend after her birthday, all her friends were hanging out and talking about a clothing store in the old mall that had great deals because no one ever went there. Somehow the conversation was turned to Marissa and the teasing started up like normal. Marissa told them to stop and one of her friends (a girl she knew since they were 6) spoke up and said "ok, if you do a dare then we will stop giving you a hard time the rest of senior year."
Marissa listened up. Her friend said she had to go to the store they were just discussing and asked the store manager, an older kind latino man Romario, for a bunch of different items and while he was getting them for her and she was waiting in the dressing room, she needed to strip completely naked.". Marissa asked if that was all. She had been to the store before and had met Romario and he always seemed like a very respectful person and had no fear that anything bad would happen. As far as things her friends thought up this seemed to be extremely mild by comparison and so she agreed.
They all were really excited. They all got up and got ready to go to the old mall. Marissa was wearing a soft blue dress as this highlighted her blue eyes and long wavy blonde hair. She went into the store as her friends sat outside on benches waiting for her.
As she walked into the dead store she was greeted by Romario. She began asking about different dresses and outfits and sizes. Romario attentively made a mental note of all the items Marissa wanted to see. When they had finished talking Romario directed Marissa to the dressing room and asked her to wait as he got all the clothes and sizes she asked for. As Romario walked away Marissa closed the curtain and her heart began to race. She quickly kicked off her flip flops and removed her panties then pulled her dress over her head leaving herself completely naked. She looked at herself in the mirror and then began to wait for Romario to come back. It seemed like she was waiting forever. The anticipation and excitement of waiting naked in the cold empty store was beginning to turn her on and she could feel her nipples hardening.
Romario was quickly gathering up all the items Marissa requested from the store front and then quickly headed to the back to pull what was needed from inventory. With everything in hand he quickly went to the changing room Marissa was in, the only one with the curtain drawn. He walked up with his hands full and quickly swung the curtain open to find a beautiful young woman standing naked in front of him.
Marissa was waiting in the changing room, the anticipation and fear building when all of sudden she heard the ripping noise of the curtain being thrown and her heart jumped out of her chest and she gave a sharp peep as Romario stood in front of her in complete shock. Panicking, Marissa grabbed Romario and pulled him into the changing room and slid the curtain closed just as quickly as Romario had pulled it open. Marissa began to scold Romario for pulling the curtain completely open and exposing her to the entire mall. Romario was embarrassed and confused by what was happening. He kept apologizing frantically. Marissa quickly took the clothes using them to cover herself. Marissa began to ask Romario how she knew he wasn't going to pull the curtain completely open again while she was trying on the clothes. Romario continued to apologize and nervously said he would do anything to make her feel ok. Marissa really didn't understand what she was doing, her mind was a complete fog unable to process what was happening as she was completely out of her element.
She tried to think quickly about what would be equal to ask Romario. Without even thinking she told Romario that he needed to strip naked while she tried on the clothes. That way she knew he would not do anything to embarrass her. Romario was confused and asked if she was certain. Romario was embarrassed to have to remove his clothes as he was trying to hide the erection that was growing. Marissa responded yes, he slowly removed his clothes and then folded them neatly and sat on the opposite side of the changing room making sure to not make Marissa feel threatened or uncomfortable. What he couldn't hide at this point was his large throbbing erection. Romario had been widowed for 3 years and he loved his wife and missed her dearly. It had been a very long time since Romario had seen a young beautiful woman like Marissa naked in front of him. His body couldn't resist reacting.
Marissa took the clothes and hung them up and when she turned around to look at Romario to make sure he had done what she asked she noticed him sitting on the bench with his cock fully erect. She knew he wasn't much bigger than average but to her Romario looked huge. She tried not to stare and instead just focused on trying on the clothes. She put the first dress on and asked Romario what he thought. He said she looked very beautiful and he meant it. Their eyes met for a moment when he paid her the compliment and she smiled and blushed and both of them began to feel more comfortable as the rush of emotion due to the shock of Romario ripping the curtain open and seeing Marissa completely exposed had seemed to calm and in its place began to grow a burning lustful desire from Marissa to Romario and Romario to Marissa. In the tiny changing room where they couldn't have been closer unless they were dancing together both of them felt so isolated and embarrassed by their passion.
Marissa continued trying on the clothes and outfits. After trying on another dress, to which Romario again commented how beautiful she was she decided to try on a pair of pants. They were tight which was rare considering Marissa's slender build. As she went to take the pants off they got bunched up and were tight around her calves. She tried lifting her one leg and pulling off the pant while jumping on one leg and it worked. She employed the same approach to the second leg and while she was hoping on her one leg she lost her balance and fell backwards towards Romario. Romario was caught off guard and Marissa's butt landed just below his chest and he tried to grab her and lift her up but she slid down his body and miraculously his rock hard cock made contact with the opening of her vagina and as she continued to slide down his body his cock penetrated her. Both Marissa and Romario let out an uncontrollable moan as his cock filled her up. It felt much bigger than her ex-boyfriend's and any toy or finger she had played with.
When Marissa had finally stopped falling and Romario had caught her, his massive cock was completely inserted inside of her. Almost simultaneously as the last part was inserted into her body Romario began to feel the rush of an orgasm build so quickly there was nothing he could do to stop it and he came harder than he had come in any time he remembered. Romario couldn't stop himself, he kept throbbing and with each pulse another deposit of semen was made deep inside of Marissa. Romario couldn't believe it, he just kept cumming. Even with his beautiful wife that he loved dearly had he ever came this much. Marissa felt Romario throbbing underneath her. She couldn't believe what was happening, she felt the throbbing and the heat from his liquid filling inside her. Never had her ex-boyfriend throb more than 3 times but she kept feeling it. The feeling of warmth and passion quickly gave way to fear and panic. She had not been paying much attention to her natural family planning calendar but by having tracked it since she was 14 she was certain that she was ovulating and that this time of the month was typically her peak fertility.
Neither could move, Marissa out of a shocked satisfaction for what just happened and fear of what could be occurring inside her body now. Romario was frozen with slight embarrassment that his rock hard cock had slid so deep into this sweet young girl and the ecstasy that he had experienced by unleashing all his cum into her tight little pussy.
They sat together connected and joined for a few minutes both not saying anything staying perfectly still. Both afraid that any movement would potentially make what just happened between them real.
Finally, with Marissa's legs shaking she stood up. She took off the pant leg that was responsible for instigating the recent incident and slowly got dressed afraid to make eye contact with Romario. She grabbed her purse and walked out of the changing room. Her friends weren't at the benches and it felt like for the first time in the last 10 minutes she took a breath. What would they think or worst say or even tell everyone at school if they knew what had just happened to her. She checked her phone and the group chat had blown up with congratulations for her completing the dare. She was relieved no one was mentioning what happened afterwards. They told her to come to the car once she had bought what she wanted because everyone wanted Starbucks. When she got to car everyone was asking her why she didn't have any bags. All her friends started complaining about Romario. A couple of them joked after the show Marissa gave him everything should have been free. Marissa blushed and began to realize just how wet her panties had become. Without thinking she started to definite Romario and told her friends to leave him alone. Of course, the teasing started with everyone talking about Marissa being in love with Romario.
She went on with the rest of her day like nothing had happened. She barely spoke more than one word answers to any question asked by her friends. She went to the Starbucks bathroom and cleaned herself up as best she could.
Eventually after hanging out and having dinner with her friends, Marissa's friends dropped her off at her home. Her parents were sitting in the family room watching a movie and asked Marissa to join them. She sat with them and finished the movie and talked to her parents a bit but something definitely seemed off. Finally Marissa was able to go to her room and shower. When she stood in front of the shower she felt conflicted. She didn't want to wash Romario out of her.
After the shower, she skipped getting into her comfy PJ's but completed the rest of her night time routine. She crawled into bed and just laid there naked thinking about what had happened. She couldn't deny that she had only been thinking of Romario all day. It was his smile and the way their eyes connected when he was telling her she was beautiful and his big hard throbbing cock that unleashed a tsunami of cum inside her body.
After she left the changing room, where she was too embarrassed to even look at him, Romario was the only thing on her mind. She tried to forget about him and get some sleep but she couldn't and so she forfeited her mind instead to remembering how he felt inside of her and how warm it was as he throbbed uncontrollably cumming harder and harder.
Part 2 coming soon
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(M20) one of my mates had a goal to fuck as many people as she can
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So a lot of my story’s happened when I was 18 btw when I was at college.
Anyway so my mate 19 was this big tit goth girl can’t lie had a bit of a thing for her she looked amazing and the whole of the college has seen her nude little keynote.
One day we were just chilling and talking and she told me that she had a list of guys she has fucking and wanted to get it high, to this day I don’t know why she did but I suppose you have to have some goals in life.
So this conversation went on for a while and then out of nowhere she asked me if I wanted to be number 20 and tbh I said yeah as well so we made a plans to meet up at her house on the weekend as her mum was always for 2 weeks so had that house to her self which made things easier.
Also gave me time to get condoms and shit like that
she took an std test to make sure she was clean she was which was good.
So the weekend came around I got to her house it was a small house nothing special she let me in and we talked for a bit.
she then took some drugs don’t know what they were then asked me if I wanted some I told her I was good after that she took me to her room and dam she is a kinky girl sex toys everywhere wipes and hand coughs and shit like that I was not expecting that tbh but it was something new I suppose she showed me that she was 100% clean witch was good but shocking.
She then took off her clothes to show some black lace lingerie which had a hole where the pussy and ass where
she started to kiss me and pushed me onto the bed can’t lie this was working for me she slowly undressed me and sucked me off for a little bit as well I was rock solid after this I was bout to get the condoms out and she told me we don’t need them I’m on breath control so I went in raw ( first time going in raw ) can’t lie she felt amazing so we ducked hard for while and she wanted me to call her a dirty slut and shit like that while I used her wipes and shit on her this opened a who new side to me that was kinda worrying.
After a couple of minutes, we’ll probably be around 20 be less I came so hard in her that I layer there for a bit in her trying to get my breath back the moment I got out of her the cum leaked out of her like a waterfall she just smiled then we had a shower.
After that I stayed around her for the night and ordered some food then we fucked 2 more times.
To this day still the best sex I have had I never told her how I felt and tbh I think she probably would have cheated back then but now she is a different girl she has a bf and she seems happy.
Also, more things did happen that night sexually but didn’t want to list them off.
Sorry for the grammar and also the spelling and as like I say in all my story I’m shit about talking about myself.
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Flirty, but not Bold [MF]
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I had been working on a project where a collaborator was brought in who I was specifically told to not fall for. Do the project, keep my mind on the final product. Look, but don't touch.
Turns out we worked really well together. Her and I started creating our own projects on the side which led to frequent 1x1 time.
On one particular evening, I was at her apartment before we went to meet up with some of her friends from college. Her and I were listening to music and pre-gaming with some drinks in her apartment kitchen. We slow danced in a dorky fashion to a few tunes.
After about the third song still holding eachother, she quietly said "hmmmm. Flirty, but not bold" into my ear. I pushed her to arms length and made eye contact to which she replied with a smirk. I turned her around, bent her over her kitchen island while unbuttoning her pants and slipped three fingers to her pussy. In a sultry playful voice "whoa... Who are you?"
I felt her start to dampen with excitement as I pressed my hardening cock to her ass. We began dry humping in a slow motion, working the opposite but complimentary motion of my hand in her pants. Her phone started to ring, she sent it to voice mail. A couple texts and another missed call from her friends at the bar wondering where we were, we zipped up and agreed we were putting a pin in this for now.
At the bar, her friends were talking about breakups. Two of which had discovered their partner was cheating with the partner of another person at the table. It was a complicated mess and tough to follow, so "she" and I began playing footsy under the table and sending eachother dirty texts. At some point, we stumbled back to her apartment determined to fuck.
We got into her apartment and our clothes disappeared as we traveled from the front door to her bedroom. Things took a weird turn as I discovered this was my night to experience whiskey dick for the first time. I'd always thought it was a myth. How could anyone be in front of an attractive, hot naked body and not be unrealistically hard? Turns out the brain really does short circuit from time to time.
Although my cock wasn't working, I was still massively turned on. Choosing to not be embarrassed, I informed her of what was up and flipped her on her back and opened her thighs with gentle force. Following her body language, I paced between mouth and fingers. Licking and fingering harder when she became audible enough for the neighbors to hear and softer immediately after she climaxed, still gently exploring her. She had a small happy patch shaved in that I ran my fingers through with while exploring her. It might have been hours, it might have been minutes, my full attention was on her pussy. In a deep, pleasured voice, she echoed "who are you?".
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A naked weekend with old people (32 year old woman)
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Last summer I booked to stay for a weekend at a nudist resort about 3 hours away from me.
I decided to leave home early to get there for breakfast on Saturday morning. I set off from my house just as sunrise comes up. I was wearing a white thank top, jean shorts and converse.
I needed to stop for fuel so I got out of my 2cv and fuelled up. Main petrol stations were closed so I filled up on a small station. After I was finished I went to pay but first decided to get into the spirit of my weekend and strip off. I had no item on, not even jewellery.
I paid, the old man behind the counter was shocked but he took my money and I drove on… nude still.
I got to my hotel which fortunately was very accommodating of my nude arrival. I dropped off my small bags and went for breakfast by the pool. I got chatting to two old couples. We had a nice breakfast together and the 5 of us spent the day together.
That night after some drinks we went to one of the hotel rooms and the women watched me have sex with both of their husbands. I had so much fun and spent the last day roaming around on my own.
I’m looking forward to doing this again and seeing these old people. We still are in touch.
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[M/S] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 380. When Mom lovingly tortures you...
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Every so often I become obsessed with an idea and my mind will not rest until it is carried out. Yesterday was one of those days and, upon arriving home after dance class, I put my unprincipled little plan into action.
After a few minutes, I had gathered my handcuffs, rope, duct tape and few other accoutrements.
Michael was in his room playing video games and he was my first target. I strutted into his bedroom wearing a lavender corset and black heels. His jaw dropped and I pointed to his bed. After slowly removing his clothes, I secured him to the bed and placed tape over his mouth. A minute or two of my lustfully sucking his archimandrite of a cock was interrupted by me suddenly and without warning, leaving the room.
I found Patrick in the living room and quietly escorted him by the hand to his bed where he was bound and gagged like his younger brother. My tongue grazed the tape over his lips as he moaned in euphoric agony. I kissed and sucked his unyielding dick before walking away, leaving him hard, confused and unable to move.
Back in Michael's room, I used my long ostrich feather to tickle his heavy balls and solid cock. He panted heavily through his nostrils, and I kissed his neck and ears. Straddling my good boy, I tickled my swollen clit with the head of his member before again, leaving him alone.
I continued this pattern of teasing and toying with one and then going to other to tease him. I wondered if they knew I was tormenting the other when they were left alone.
After more than an hour of edging my sexy young offspring, I rode Michael hard until he came like a fountain inside me. Moments later, Patrick filled me with his hot and sexy load. I untied Michael and then Patrick before going outside, still wearing the same sultry outfit, to have a smoke by the pool.
Motherhood can be quite rewarding.
**My sons are 22 and 27. I will never rate your penis.**
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[First Time Cuckold] [20-30 MF/M]
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Jax watched his wife enter the little dive bar next to their hotel. Crossing his fingers, praying tonight would be the night. He had been begging his wife to find another man to fuck while he watched. She had been relatively reluctant, unsure of the impact this could have on their relationship. But Jax had assured her how much he wanted this. Molly, as of yet, had been unable to bring herself to actually bring anyone home, but she had flirted with guys while he watched, which he loved. The thought of those other men lusting after her drove him wild. Jax thought back to their conversation earlier that evening. Molly had told him she might be ready to try tonight, but she wanted to find the perfect guy. Someone that genuinely excited her to the point she would desperately like to fuck him. Jax felt his cock get hard at the thought. He truly hoped there was a man in here that could turn his wife on enough to let him fuck her while he watched.
Jax looked over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of her sitting next to a guy talking. He was tall with dark hair and an athletic build. Jax felt a thrill of excitement knowing she would be sexually attracted to him. They had talked at length about the type of guys she liked, and this guy was it to a T. Jax just hoped he was funny because he knew she would never go for a guy that couldn't make her laugh. Then right as he had the thought, he saw her head go back in laughter. Then he saw the man place his hand on her thigh, bunching up the short black dress. She allowed him to touch, smiling back at the man. This was more than she had ever done before. This could happen, he thought, a small thrill of excitement racing up his body.
Jax watched for at least an hour as Molly and the other man flirted. They played a game of pool together, and he saw all the small touches he extended to her and felt a thrill of excitement every time the man's hands found his beautiful wife's body. Then he noticed Molly lean close to him and whisper in the man's ear. She pointed, and they both looked over at him. The other man turned back to her and nodded. Then Jax's phone dinged, and it was Molly. "I'm going to bring him back to our room in a few minutes. Why don't you go up now and sit in your chair". Jax was dumbstruck. She was actually going to do it. Then standing, he flipped his already hard cock up into his waistband.
Once in the room, Jax stripped down and started slowly rubbing his cock, letting his mind wander. He hoped that the man would dominate her. That was one area he could not fulfill his wife's desire. He had tried many times, but he could never muster the level of dominance and aggression she craved. Then he heard a key turn in the door and held his breath. Molly walked in first, still laughing at an unheard joke. Then He walked in. He was taller than Jax by at least 5 inches. They completely ignored Jax, and Molly walked over to the bed and laid back on the pillows. The flush in her cheeks told Jax she had had more than a little to drink. The man looked down at her and lifted his shirt over his head, relieving his perfectly toned upper body. Jax watched the blush of embarrassment on Molly's face transform into pure lust.
She licked her lips and slid to the end of the bed, bringing her eyes level with his belt. She slowly licked up his abs and then started kissing his neck. The man's head went back in aprication. Then he grabbed her by her neck and lifted her chin, kissing her in return. He stepped back and said, “on your knees, Molly.” At the sound of his wife's name, Jax felt a thrill. She was about to suck this perfect man's cock right in front of him.
Molly knelt eagerly, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants. The man's cock fell out, and Molly gasped. It was as thick as a soda can and at least 5 inches longer than Jax 4 inch cock. She started to stroke the man's cock looking at it with a mixture of fear and excitement. It drove Jax wild seeing her stroke his cock. “Put it in your mouth like a good girl.” She slowly brought her lips up to his massive cock and opened her mouth, stretching her mouth wide to accommodate the massive girth. Then it was in her mouth; there was another man's cock inside Jax's wife.
Jax almost came right there, holding himself back, knowing she would expect him to claim her back when she was done getting fucked by the other man. Molly slowly started sucking, focusing on the tip as she accustomed herself to the much larger cock. The man grabbed a handful of her hair and started thrusting, gradually going deeper. Molly's eyes went wide. Jax could tell that the man's cock was hitting the back of her mouth even though it was only halfway in. Jax was surprised to see her gag eyes starting to water. He remembered how easily she could take his whole cock without issue, but this man was choking her with half of his. The man began to increase his speed, holding her head by her hair and pushing hard on her forcing her to keep it pressed to the back of her mouth. Then with a push, he forced his cock to turn down her throat. She gagged, and he groaned in appreciation, feeling her throat convulse on his cock that was now buried all the way in her throat. He slowly slid his cock out, and Molly gasped, saliva dripping from her still-open mouth, and she looked up at him, almost pleading with the man to keep his cock inside her. Jax had never seen the look of raw lust and submission on his wife's face. This is what she had hoped for, a man that could truly put her in her place.
The man lifted her to her feet. And slowly looked her up and down, then he lowered the straps of her dress and began slipping it off, revealing her matching back lingerie. And without hesitation, he unclipped her bra, letting her perfect perky tits fall out. He laid her down and began to suck on her tits. Molly's head went back with a gasp. The man sucked on each of them, driving Jax wild with his complete mastery over his wife's body. His hand slipped down to her pussy, and she moaned load. His hands slid under her tinny black thong and began to rub. Molly moans even more. And then, within less than a minute, Jax saw the tell tail signs of her legs starting to shake. With a scream, "Oh fuck yes," her body broke into an intense orgasm. The whole while, the man's mouth never left her tit until her orgasm began to fade.
The man stood up and pulled her panties off, exposing her tight, shaved pussy. The man's face lit up with renewed lust. Jax loved seeing how much his wife's body exited him. The man bent over, picking up his belt "roll over,” he said. Molly hesitated, lust mixed with a small thrill of fear. Then lust won. She rolled over, presenting the man with a perfect view of her perky little ass, with her legs spread just enough to show her pussy. The man took her hands behind her back, using his belt to tie her hands behind her back. Molly gasped with a thrill of excitement. Jax knew she had always wanted to try bondage. "You have never had a cock this big before, have you," the man asked, laying his massive cock on her bare ass.? "No, not even close," she moaned. Yes, Yes, spread her pussy so wide she won't even be able to feel mine thought Jax. The man adjusted his hips pulling hers up to make her back arch perfectly, then his cock slowly pressed against her now dripping hole. Jax could see every muscle in her body begging for his cock. Then slowly, the man entered her, and she gasped, “oh fuck, it's so big” the man continued slowly sliding inside her, the head of his cock disappearing into her tight cunt.
As he continued deeper and deeper, her moans got louder and more desperate. Then his cock was all the way in, and he started slowly pumping into her while keeping himself buried deep inside her. By the sounds she was making, Jax could tell the man was hitting the back of her pussy. Then as her body relaxed, accustoming itself to his massive size. After a few minutes, he increased his speed, pounding her hard. She was screaming by this point. Squirming under the large man every time his cock slammed into her. Then he slapped her ass hard. She screamed, "Oh god, yes, spank me" he slapped her little ass even harder, leaving a huge red handprint as big as her ass. "That's a good little slut” said the man. "Yes, Yes, I'm a slut" she moaned, her voice bouncing in rhythm with his cock deep in her.
Then he pulled out, and Molly whimpered in protest. "No, please keep fucking me," she begged. The man smiled, pulling her up to a standing position, and wrapped his hand around her neck. Then with her hands still tied, the man walked her over to the full-length window facing the busy street. Opening the curtains, the man pushed Molly against the now-open window. Pressing her tits to the window, allowing any of the dozens of people on the streets to see her exposed body while he fucked her. He shoved his cock back into her, and now her moan was pure pleasure with no hint of pain from before. The man held nothing back, pounding her so hard she screamed.
Jax could see her legs begin to shake and knew his massive cock would be able to do what his could not. Make her cum. But right as she was about to tip over the edge of her orgasm, the man stopped. Molly gasped, "no, please, I'm going to cum. Don't stop". The man smirked, and Jax knew he had done it on purpose. He loved watching Molly begged the other man to fuck her. Then the man untied her hands and laid on the bed with his legs facing Jax. "Ride my cock tell you cum, baby girl," said the man. With an eagerness that Jax loved to see, she got on him in reverse, facing Jax. He looked at her, and she looked up but hardly noticed him. She looked down as she lowered herself onto his massive cock, giving Jax a perfect view of her pussy spreading around his thick cock. She began to ride him with an eagerness Jax had never seen before. Bouncing up and down, slamming her body down to get every last inch of his cock deep inside her. Then she slowly sped up, not even attempting to rub her clit, attempting to orgasm from just his cock in her coming to Jax had never achieved. Then as she continued, the man slapped her ass hard. She moans, riding harder, grinding herself down onto him. Jax knew she was about to cum, then with a scream of pleasure, she came, laying back onto the man's chest, his cock slipping out, and Jax saw her squirt, a stream of cum shooting from her pussy. Then the man's hand reached around her waist and found her clit rubbing fast. Molly came again and again, squirting every time with her back laid against his chest.
When she had no more to give, and her body was shaking, He slid his cock back into her and began to trust deep inside her. With the position they were in, Jax could see everything. He had a perfect view of the man's cock thrusting into her swollen pussy. He pounded her hard while she moaned in pleasure, his trust getting more desperate. With her head laid on his chest, Molly moaned, “please fill me up with your cum”. That was all the permission the man needed. With a loud, deep groan, he pushed deep into Molly, and his cock convulsed, hips driving into her as far as possible. Jax watched as the man's cum dripped down his shaft from her too-full pussy.
The man stayed inside her, enjoying the feeling of her clenching pussy on his still-hard cock. Then he slid out from under her and rolled to a sitting position. Molly lay there limp with bliss cum dripping from her gaping pussy. The man smiled at her, stood up, and got dressed. He walked over to Molly's spent frame and grabbed her tits one more time. "I had a good time Molly. We should do it again sometime" setting a business card on the nightstand, Molly smiled. All shyness was gone. "Defelty," she said. The man left the room, and Jax rushed over to Molly. "Please let me lick the cum out of you' Begged Jax "your the sexiest thing I have ever seen." Molly smiled and nodded. Jax lowered himself between her legs and licked a line of cum up her inner thigh to her gaping pussy. Jax licked every drop from her pussy, enjoying the quieter but still enjoyable moans she let out. He crawled up her sweaty body and slid his cock into her, and even though he could hardly feel her around him, her pussy had never felt so good. She looked up and said, "did you put it in"? He nodded and smiled, knowing how small he must feel in her stretched pussy. Jax stated, thrusting fucking his wife as hard as he could, her eyes were only half open, and a smile graced her lips. Jax knew she was still thinking about the other man and his massive cock. Then in less than a minute, he felt the denied orgasm he had been holding back all night rip through him. He knew his cum was mixing with the first man, though definitely not as deep.
Jax rolled off Molly, and she rolled on her side, facing him. "Was it everything you imagined it would be?” she asked? Jax looked into her eyes and said yes, eyes rolling back into his head, "that was the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen." "Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked, knowing the answer. “Fuck yes, I don't know why I fought this for so long. 'I guess I was just scared it would drive us apart, but I feel closer to you than ever. I find it so hot knowing that you loved watching me get fucked like that". Jax smiled back, saying, "so do you think you would want to do this more" Molly grinned wickedly, "absolutely, as long as you promise to always cum inside me after" Jax nodded in agreement and let his mind wander back to the fresh memories of watching his wife suck and fuck that man's giant cock, a lustful grin gracing his face.
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Oklahoma
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You were the first Bumble date in I went on in Austin, Texas. A freshman from Oklahoma, I was a senior in college.
Our first date was great. Typical chatter about exes and the get to know you bullshit. You were innocent, very involved in your church. I did not expect to fuck you after our first date. As expected we did not.
I saved her in my phone as “Bumble Oklahoma”.
The “What are you doing tonight?” text that came the next day got me hard immediately. I had been charming enough to this girl for her to have me in her mind 24 hours later.
“Can you help me assemble a night stand?” This is absolutely an invitation for sex.
”Of course” I replied.
I arrive and knock on her door. I come into her apartment and see a dim lit room with candles lit.
A dominant church girl in an crop top and yoga pants immediately tells me to undress. I’m pressed against the wall taking off my shirt and pants.
She immediately bites my nipple and grabs my cock and balls in her hand. I go in for a kiss and get rejected. She grips my cock and balls harder.
Oklahoma motions me to her bed. I sit and spread my legs open for a suck. She doesn’t go for my penis but immediately for my balls. She is slurping one nut after the other sometimes getting both. I’m looking down waiting for eye contact.
We never look each other in the eyes and she finally starts sucking my penis. I finally give in and lay back on the bed. She has me about to cum in minutes. Oklahoma knows I’m about to bust and sucks harder.
Finally I cave in. My toes curl, cock gets harder. I let out a sigh. She makes me unload my cum into her mouth. She doesn’t stop, now she is massaging my balls and getting every drop of cum from me.
Oklahoma wants to assert dominance toward me. She stands up, and comes for a kiss…My first kiss with her is a wet cum filled kiss. She saved my load to kiss me with it. Our tongues are swirling. Spit and cum dripping.
I love how this girl has taken control of me. This was the beginning of a great friends with benefit relationship.
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F 23 - I am a Sizequeen and eight inches are not more than a nice warm-up for the big guys
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Let me briefly introduce myself: I am in a somewhat open relationship with my bf, since I work on a cruise ship and we both don’t like sexual abstinence.
I am 23, very sporty and outgoing. I love to be in the outdoors. And I just love sex. And when it comes to sex, a dick cannot be big enough for me.
My boyfriend (28) has a solid 21x13cm dick. So quite big actually. And he knows how to work it so he was always able to make me cum multiple times when we had sex. He used to be able to fill me up. Plus he has a really nice body, which is definitely a plus, too. I loved how he always thought I was „his girl“ because he was my biggest.
However, it was just a few weeks ago that a new colleague also boarded this ship. The guy, 20 y/o, almost 2m in height and really muscular, and I clicked immediately. Humorous guy! We spent hours chatting but we -as it happens quite often Wort guys from the crew- ended up in bed and HOLY SHIT is he huge. Like the kind of huge you only find once in your live. The size that makes me cum within seconds without him having to do anything else than just putting it inside. And while he is working his way in I don’t know how many times I cum. It’s crazy. And he of course is proud like hell. :D
Before we slept with each other he actually wanted to know how big my bf is and see a picture of his dick. He then asked me whether i would be ready to have someone „really big“ and get my sex life changed. I didn’t believe that that would be possible - I was proven wrong:
When I disembarked the ship for a few days off, I of course went to see my boyfriend. Sex wasn’t the same anymore. The feeling of being filled up by his dick just didn’t arise. I wish he would be able to go deeper, to stretch me, to fill me up again. However, when he is fully inside I just don’t feel as much as I used to die his physical limitations. I know he tries and I know he is good at what he is doing but the size of his dick limits me from orgasm. When I told him the other day to go deeper and fully inside -even though he already was- the look of confusion and puzzledness was almost like a turn on for me. I now fake these orgasms but I wonder whether he can tell or not. I used to roll back my eyes, have goose bumps and squirt…all of that is missing. Instead I wish my colleague would show up to finish the job that my boyfriend has begun but I just not able to finish.
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Me and my niece
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Me and my niece
Short background, 7y age gap both above 18 at time.
She had split form her bf and was staying at my parents at the time, they were away travelling for the weekend and we had both been out drinking and got home and like normal went to bed separate rooms. 10mins pass and I start to get horny so I text her.
Me: still awake?
Her: yeah what's up?
Me: nothing just can't sleep
Her: yeah good luck with that
Me: aw thanks, a keep thinking a wanna come through but scared to ask lol.
Her: do you have protection?
Me: yeah
Her: give me 2 minutes.
This point my hearts racing and I can hear her get out her bed go to the toilet then back to her room some more rustling about then a txt
Her: whenever your ready.
I put my phone down put my by this point rock hard cock back in my pants and walked to her room, I opened the door and the light was off so I slide my boxers off and dived straight under the covers. Split her legs and went to take off her little panties when suprised I never found any. This was when I realised she wanted this as much as I had wanted it. Her scent and taste was nothing I've came across before or since, so hard to describe, by far the best pussy I've ever tasted. As I moved up to start fucking her she moved herself into doggy and asked me to put the condom. Being a good uncle I did as asked and slid in her dripping cunt with one big thrust no problem at all. She started rubbing her clit and before long with me fucking her quite deeply and her rubbing her pussy clenched and I felt her cum, going faster for a few more thrusts I shot that cum deep inside before sliding out taking the condom off and leaving her room. 15mins past and she came and slept with me naked in my bedroom. Morning wood was awesome.
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[FM] I sucked his cock right in front of his boss
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My boyfriend and I work together, and he was recently given a private office which has opened up opportunities for us to have a lot of fun while at work. A couple days ago, my morning schedule freed up, and I decided to visit him in his office. I opened the door and saw that he had his headphones on and was on a call. I entered the room and closed the door behind me, then stood at the other side of his desk and started to undress while he tried to focus on his call but also kept an eye on me. I got down on my hands and knees, crawled under the small opening in the back of his desk and started to rub my hand against him through his pants, feeling his hard cock through the fabric. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, taking it into my mouth and slowly sucking on it while listening to him trying to remain professional on his call.
Eventually, his call ended, and my boyfriend took off his headphones to say hello when suddenly we heard the door open. I panicked, realizing that I had forgotten to lock the door after I entered. I tucked my feet in and tried to remain as hidden as possible. Then my boyfriend's boss walked in, leaving the door wide open and sat down in the one place in the room where he could potentially see me. There was a small opening at the bottom of the desk, and if he looked down, he would clearly see my bare ass. I tried my best to stay still, avoiding any movement that could draw attention.
They started to talk, discussing something very technical, speaking in a language that I have always found very attractive in my boyfriend. Then I saw my boyfriend's hand under the desk motioning me to resume what I was doing. I paused, nervous, but then I leaned forward and took his cock back into my mouth. I was slow and careful, making sure not to make any noise. My boyfriend, on the other hand, was not quite as cautious, and his hand went to the back of my head, guiding me and moving me faster. It took a lot of effort not to make any noise. I listened to the conversation while I worked on his cock, incredibly turned on by the situation. I slipped my hand down and started to touch myself, my fingers circling my clit while I sucked my boyfriend's cock, thinking about how his boss could look down at any time and see me completely exposed, rubbing my pussy. I kind of wanted him to see, maybe he did and just didn't say anything.
Eventually, his boss left the room, and I quietly asked my boyfriend to go shut the door. He looked down at me and told me he would shut it after I made him cum. I was willing to take the risk, so I eagerly sucked his cock, running my lips all the way down his shaft, making myself gag. I started to moan and played with myself until I brought myself to orgasm, and his cock in my mouth was the only thing keeping my loud moan from being too audible. Not long after, I felt his hips start to buck, and my mouth filled with his cum. I swallowed it all and then he finally went to close the door so I could get dressed.
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Hot neighbor. New games. Part 6
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Once again I visited Michelle. Michelle gave me a wonderful blowjob. We lay in bed and drank coffee. I asked if Michelle liked to have her pussy licked and how often she had it done.
\- Alain, the girl asked you to lick your pussy, but you have no experience? Do you want to look like an experienced guy?
I had to tell her something about my young girlfriend. That girlfriend asks me to caress her pussy and do it very well. If she likes it, then she will give me a blowjob.
\- Of course, my boy, girls and women love it when boys lick their pussies. Especially when they do it well. In my youth, I often licked pussy and ass. The first time I was 15-16 years old, I don't remember exactly. I did a lot of things. I will teach you everything, my sweet boy. Don't think it's a very manly act when a man caresses a woman's pussy.
And then we moved on to action. In a comic form, Michelle told me and suggested what to do. Her pussy was very beautiful. I ran my tongue over the labia majora. The pussy got wet. Then I began to lick the labia minora, sometimes sucking them. Then Michelle asked to caress her clitoris with her tongue. Michelle moaned and encouraged me. She liked it very much. Then Michelle suggested moving into 69 position. She wanted to feel my dick in her mouth. We continued to caress each other in the 69 position. Michelle sucked the head of my dick so passionately that I could not hold out for long and soon came.
In the days that followed, we tried a variety of poses. Michelle lay on her side and I licked her pussy. She stood bent over at the table, placing one foot on the chair. And I licked her pussy and ass from below. We tried a variety of poses. The most spectacular pose was the doggy pose. Michelle looked so exciting and sexy in it. Her gorgeous pussy and ass were so drawn to her. I became a cunnilingus master.
Despite our new games, Michelle, as before, always met me in a collar. She handed me a leash in my hand and said:
\- Alain, lead your whore to the bed of love. You can use all my holes as you want.
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[S/S] The Sisters Grimm: Comforting My Sister After a Bad Day (Update 5)
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Disclaimer(s): This story features G/G content. If LGBT+ incest isn't your thing, then feel free to skip and no hard feelings! Likewise, please do not hesitate to ask if you have any honest (read: non-perverse) questions about our relationship. Our names are Marina (30, author/narrator) and Alexa (29).
*The smut starts about 2/3 of the way through*, so if that's what you're interested in, feel free to skip. Part of this is erotic storytelling, part of it is more serious in nature. Just as an FYI. And as always, thank you for taking the time to read! Any feedback is appreciated and goes a long way to improving future updates. Enjoy!
**All parties are 18+ years of age. All sexual acts are performed with full consent. Previous chapters can be found in our profile; please message us if you cannot see them and we will happily link you.**
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As the time to tell our mother about our relationship draws nearer, the anxiety slowly but surely ramps up, filling the air like water threatening to drown us.
Now, just to clarify something. Our mother is also very sexual, herself. She's always been open about that sort of thing, though not in any way that could potentially damage our psyches. We three share a hormone condition which results in, among other issues, hypersexuality. She knew we would turn out the same, and likely fool around together as well. So she sought to educate her daughters on the principles of safe sex, how not to be stupid, and never to sleep with someone impulsively (basically, have common sense). That said, she does, in fact, openly flirt with the both of us these days, and I get the distinct feeling that those feelings may lead to something more in the future. However, her views on romance are a different matter entirely.
See, unlike sex, she's very traditional about romance. If you're going to call someone your partner, you better be sure that you're gonna spend a long time with them. You should live together for years before you commit, and unless something totally untoward comes of your relationship, you better be sure that you're gonna be with that person. With romance comes a lot of baggage. You must not have just passion or sexual chemistry. You have to be deeply in love with each other.
My little sister and I are. And that thought terrifies us to confess to her. It's one thing to say we're sleeping together, it's another to say I want to spend the rest of my life with her. This anxiety's been weighing on us heavily this past month. And some days one of us might come home and just need some time to relax and work things out. So that's what's been on our mind lately.
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"Hey, how was work?" I asked, looking back at Alexa as she walked through the door, shedding her fitted jacket and producing nothing but a sigh for a reply. "That bad, huh?"
"Yeah, that bad," she breathed out again, unbuttoning her shirt and throwing her jacket over her left shoulder before heading upstairs, not saying anything more.
I didn't have to ask her if work was bad, I already knew the answer. The days where she has to go into the office often tend to tire her out very quickly. Normally I just let her do her thing and get changed before she comes back downstairs, but she was up for 15-odd minutes today. No shower running, nothing. Which is very much unlike her.
Finally, I decide to go up and see if she wants anything, and open up the door to find her on the PC using one of our vibrators. She's got some porn going at low volume. I know what she sounds like when she masturbates, she's not much of a moaner. But she was overly quiet today.
"Hey, uh, I'm sorry," I apologize, "I can go if I'm intruding, I just wanted to check to make sure you were okay."
"Oh, no no, it's fine," she hurriedly reassures me, exiting out of the porno and silencing the toy before tossing it on the bed. I could already tell that something big was bothering her. So, of course, I invited her to sit down. But not in our bedroom. What she needed was a warm, relaxing bath.
I went to our bathroom and prepared a nice, steaming-hot tub, just the way she likes it, flicking on a cinnamon-scented candle and mixing in her favorite vanilla-scented bath soap. Mom taught us since we were little, we don't talk about such things until we're calm and in a more rational state of mind. And an excellent way to do that is with a bath and some hot chocolate.
As my sister undressed and slipped in the water, I left her to it and went down to the kitchen, flicking on a wok with chunks of milk chocolate inside. Careful not to burn the contents, I steadily mixed in some milk until there was just enough hot chocolate for two, topping up our mugs with some marshmellows and peppermint powder. A technique I learned from my barista friend.
I re-entered to see her adjusting a pillow behind her head, apparently already having washed her light blonde hair, and leaning back with a deep, relaxed sigh. Politely, I asked, "Would you care for some company?" And without a lick of hesitation, she looks up, smiles, and nods. So I handed her the larger mug, placing mine on the counter, and took off my boyshorts and socks. I slipped into the tub on the opposite side, and we wordlessly and effortlessly oriented our legs to slot in like puzzle pieces made to fit, our right legs resting on each other's lefts.
I asked what was on her mind, and 10 seconds of mental arithmetic later, she dumped everything on me. A full half-hour goes by of pure venting, and I'm all here for it. We barely even touched our mugs. And by the end of it, she breathed deeply and fully, as if enjoying a lovely autumn evening.
"Come here," I smiled, opening up my arms to her and she tucks her legs in and falls right into me. Her chin rested on my shoulder, her body falling limp in my embrace as I gently stroked her hair. "I love you so much," I whispered in her ear. Truthfully, I wanted nothing more in that moment than to bring her comfort and safety.
"You didn't tell me one thing, though..." she muttered, pulling back to look directly in my eyes, "How on Earth did I get so lucky to have you as my big sister?" Her warm, loving smile made my heart skip a beat, and I grinned from ear to ear before giving her a deep, wholesome kiss.
After finally finishing our drinks, I made sure to dry her off with a soft, delicate touch, and she initially did the same with me. But then quickly started getting a little more feisty. When I asked why and if she was feeling better, all she said was, "Well, you interrupted me with my vibrator, so..."
Yeah, she hates it when I interfere with her getting off.
Needless to say, one thing led to another after that. Although we weren't in full playful-sex mode this time, at least not yet. As the elder, I still was in protect-mode. I wanted to comfort her, tell her everything was going to be okay. "Hey," she sighed, noting my anxiety, "Don't worry, I'm fine." She again provided me with a reassuring kiss, this one lasting a bit longer.
My sister and I parted lips, exiting to our bedroom and collapsing into each other's arms. She laid on top of me, and the lovely flowery scent of her shampoo filled my nose. I sat up a little more and her head fell neatly on my right D-cup breast, which she immediately snuggled like a soft, cozy pillow. She looked up at me, her lips inviting me to a kiss, and this time we didn't hold back, going for a full open-mouth kiss. I stroked her body from her neck down to her lovely breasts, our sizes matching perfectly, only parting the kiss once to smile and coo at her, "I could spend all day kissing you."
I'm sure Alexa would've happily obliged to such a request. But I could tell that she really needed some rest. Luckily, I knew of an excellent way to convince her to do just that. As my hands explored lower, she gyrated and undulated under my touch, her impossibly-perfect body chasing my hands totally on its own. I grinned with happiness seeing my sister so relaxed and in her natural state again, finally showing a pure, genuine smile. Her hands latched onto my wrists, gently guiding them down further. Her mound grew swollen and pronounced at my touch, growing wetter as I clutched and petted it like squeezing juice from a lemon.
With my left hand, I retrieved the vibrator Alexa threw onto the bed, starting with the lowest setting. I teased her nipples with it at first, the plastic humming loudly against her metal stud piercings, before finally moving down to her clitoris, practically escaping from its shell with anticipation.
Unlike before, these moans were not coming from a place of anxiety, but a place of total love and devotion. They carried a distinct weight to them. I turned up the vibrator, eliciting a deeper, more resonant cry of happiness and ecstacy. "Oh, Marina...!" Alexa managed between her long, labored breaths, her face growing red as she built to her inevitable climax, overcoming her like someone restarting her heart with a defibrillator.
"Oh my God... Marina... oh God..." she finally repeated after coming down, her love juices having sprayed all over our bedsheets. Thankfully we're well-stocked, having no fewer than a half-dozen fresh sheets and plenty of towels in case we get overly frisky for a couple days (which happens a lot).
Alexa flips over, her breasts now sandwiching mine, straddling me with her shapely thighs. "I love you," she smiles before giving me yet another loving kiss. "I love you, too," I whisper in return with our lips still touching, my hands gently caressing the small of her back. After we broke the kiss, she rolled off me onto her side of our bed, and I did her the favor of tossing the sheets over her and giving her one more kiss good night. I'm still waiting for my turn to get sleepy, though that shouldn't be too long now. I'm simply so glad I have her in my life, and truly feel that I'm blessed to have the family I have.
Honestly, I feel like people would say a lot about us, how we live, and how we were raised. And that's okay. People can decry me, people can make my family out as perverted, people can mock me and hate me all they want. But there is one simple fact I always maintain. And that is, I might not be a perfect person. But if anyone can fall more in love with my little sister and be better to her as a sibling, protector, and lover than I have, then they deserve a medal. And if all else fails, I can quite confidently say that my girlfriend is likely way hotter than their girlfriend. So there's that, too.
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Sorority- The hazing of Jessica (FFF18-22) D/S, CFNF, humiliation part 3
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“Go on lick it up”
I stair at the floor looking at my mess. I hear no waver in Max’s tone.
“Max….I….”
“No. I know you want to do it. You like this right? Acting like a dog in heat. You can’t even help yourself.”
I wince. What do I say? She just watched me cum. I knew she was there, I even looked into her eyes as I did it. But now I can’t bring myself to look at her. The look of disgust on her face. The result of my shameful deeds. What am I supposed to say? That I did like this. That I can’t help myself.
Tell her the truth?
Max walks over to me. I can feel her breath on the flush red skin on my neck as she whispers.
“Do it Jessica. Lick it up”
“No…” I whisper shaking my head.
“Here let me help you” Max walks over and leans down. Grabbing my panties I removed when I came in here to change. She then returns in front of me. She drops them right at my feel. I watch as they fall slashing in the puddle, the color turning darker as they soak up my juices.
She takes her foot and sets it on top of them. Using my underwear as a Mop. Dragging them back and forth across the floor, saturating them. I can hear the squelch as it seeps between her toes.
She leans down and picks them up. Drops falling to the floor as they drip in her hands. What is she doing?
“Look at me.”
I shake my head. Refusing to look up.
“Look at me now! You dirty whore!”
My eyes raise to meet hers. Compelled to obey her. Even though she is an inch shorter than me I feel smaller.
“Good girl now open your mouth.”
Oh god.
I shake my head no. Keeping my mouth closed.
“Now.”
“Please….” I whimper.
She takes her free hand grabbing my hair. Tugging it backwards. A small Yelp leaves my lips as she cranks my head back and down, bringing me to my knees. The cold wet floor beneath me.
I look up at Max as she stands over me. My mouth opens. I submit. Max slowly brings my panties up, holding them above my gaping mouth.
Oh fuck
The first drop of my now cold squirt hits my tongue. I watch as max smiles. She squeezes her hand as the juices fall. Wringing out the panties as I feel my mouth begin to fill. I gag as it hits the back of my throat spitting some out. My nipples harden as it rolls out and down my chest.
“Keep it in your mouth.”
I hold the rest in my mouth. Letting it puddle on my tongue. Tasting myself. Max was right. I do like it. My hand moves between my legs. Finding my clit. I shudder as I start to rub.
Max leans down looking into my eyes as I look up at her showing her how good I’m being holding my cum in my mouth for her. She spits, letting it slowly fall. Dropping it right into my mouth. Mixing it with the other fluids.
“Now swallow”
I gulp it down. The mixture of us both.
“Oh my god you actually swallowed it! Well there’s more, you don’t want to waste the rest”
I lean over putting my face to the floor. I moan as I stick out my tongue and drag it across the floor. My finger move from my clit and push inside of me.
“You love to lick it up don’t you?”
“Yes Max.” I say between licks.
“Say it.”
“I love licking my cum off the fucking floor.”
I say as I start to feel the tingle. pleasure building with each lick and drag of my fingers across my gspot.
“Awww look at you. Touching yourself again……. Pathetic.”
I am pathetic. Desperate. I need this.
I lap it into my other hand before laying my cheek on the floor to brace myself. I reach around rubbing my hand in between my ass cheeks. I slide a finger in, followed by a second. Stretching my ass. Feeling my fingers press against each other through the walls.
“Are….. are you playing with your butt?” Max asks while she walks behind me.
“Oh my god you are! Disgusting.”
I whimper. As I pump harder. Sticking my tongue out pressing it to the floor. As my legs begin to tremble.
“Can I cum?”
“No.”
“Please Max can I cum.” My muscles start to spasm. I can feel my ass grip my finger with every pulse.
Silence.
“Please……. Please…..”
My eyes start to roll back as my toes curl.
“Oh god I can’t.. plea……”
My legs start to shake.
“Use your ass to cum.” Max says as she stands back to watch.
I slide my fingers out of my pussy. Pulling my hood back to expose my clit to the cool air. I pump my fingers in my ass.
My breathing stops as my eyes go wide. I grunt as I start to cum. Watching as the white liquid rolled out of my pussy. I slip my fingers out feeling my self gape as a push the rest of my orgasm out. Leaving me a wet shaking mess.
After my brain reboots I look back at Max who is now sitting on my bed.
“Go shower all that cum off you and come down stairs. Its time you go see Kate.”
She gets up and leaves me. Alone in my shame.
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[M/S] I'm visiting my parents and the horniness got a little out of hand.
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Ummm ok. Lol
I already know you’ll disapprove. The sound of your sighs accompanied by “this fucking idiot” was so loud that it traveled back in time to the moment I was writing this. But at this point, after all the harsh comments I’ve gotten, I’m not gonna start lying to you now.
So, I’m sad to announce, I have a horny post for you today.
If it makes it any better - which I doubt - I was a lot more active in this situation and made deliberate choices along the way.
It’s also unexpectedly long. I really thought I’d be able to tell you all of this in 3 pages. But somehow we ended up with 5. So let’s get into it.
Yesterday I finished my post, went for a run, got ready for work and headed out to this new coffee shop I hadn’t tried out. Normal day
I was so busy with work that the day absolutely flew by. Before I knew it, it was time to head on over to my parents. They loved that I got there earlier than expected. They were halfway through a movie, and me joining made them so happy. Most likely because I haven’t been home this whole week.
Sitting on the couch like a normal family, for a change, feels really nice. And, following that same vibe, we had dinner deep in conversation. About work, about my parents feelings. They got surprisingly vulnerable talking about them as a couple. The challenges they have had in the last while. I was so tempted to just tell them. But it didn’t feel right. I need a little more time to think on how to do it.
“Wow, you guys are really getting vulnerable here,” I joked, after dad said something embarrassing that he didn’t realize was. It wasn’t anything serious, I really was just teasing him. “Yeah you’re right,” he responded, “I thought we were ‘there’ as a family. But I must’ve misread the room.”
He even went on to mention what we did in passing. About how there’s been a lot more jerking off at home, now that they’re up to date with each other.
Although the sexual topic of conversation came up, it didn’t stay for long. Soon, we were back at talking about nothingness and having fun.
Just like my work day had completely disappeared, so did my evening. It was around 10:30 pm when I realized how late it was. I really didn’t intend to stay that late.
I was having so much fun, but had a long day and was extremely tired. I was about to head out, but suddenly, the idea of having to go back to grandma’s hit me, and with it, the realization that I’d have to take a fucking cold shower when I got there. Cause there is no water heater there. Lol, and when I say cold I mean COLD.
“No harm in showering here,” I thought. I asked my parents if they minded and they obviously said no. There was no rush or anything because my sister was gone for the night, so I really took my time.
No funny business took place in the shower, but my parents probably suspected it. I showered for at least 30 minutes. I just hadn’t had a hot shower in sooo long!
When I came out - I want to clarify, fully clothed - mom and dad had moved over to the patio. They sat on the couch of the patio set and I joined them, seated on the opposite couch.
Oh! Another thing I haven’t mentioned is that I was not drinking at all last night. A win is a win, friends.
I lit up a cigar as the last thing I would do before I left. My dad made conversation about whatever, mom just looked at him longingly.
My dad had run into my highschool girlfriend. Just a nothing interaction, but his mentioning it, led the conversation into the topic of the early years of him and mom’s relationship. And this evolved into how much passion they had at the beginning.
“I don’t know that time has taken a massive toll, but we’ve definitely slowed down,” he concluded. Mom thought about it for a little bit and said, “it’s probably more that we go in waves.”
“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you two skip a beat when it comes to passion,” I jumped in, “I mean not that I’ve seen.” Mom and I giggled at the same time but dad was a little slower to pick up. “What do you mean?” he asked.
His mind was absolutely blown when I explained that, beyond having walked in on them by accident growing up - which he was completely aware of - they were always terrible at hiding they were having sex. “You were either too loud, or too…. Visible” I said.
Then I mentioned how last year I’d seen them having sex a fair bit. He sighed and said “Yeah, I guess there’s been a lot of entertaining you guys in the last while.”
By this point, mom had cuddled up to him on the couch, his arm wrapped around her and his hand rested on her ass, gently going up and down in an almost unperceivable caress. Mom rested her one hand on dad’s lap, while holding her own glass of wine with the other.
She gave me a look for just one second. My brain didn’t register it until a few moments later. But it was the ‘sigh inducing’ look. This was probably the time I should’ve left by. But I didn’t.
My dad, seemingly, out of genuine curiosity, asked me when the first time I caught them doing the deed in the house.
“Out in the open?” I asked, not expecting an answer. I just thought about it for a moment and remembered… Last fall.
I had just been home for a few weeks, things with my sister were super uncertain and I had come out to find them fully engaged. Although I didn’t get into too much detail, I did describe the passion they were engaging with.
Quietly, both of them stared at me, as if I was telling them a campfire story. “Jesus. How long did you stand there?” mom asked, now moving her hand higher onto my dad’s leg.
The longer I continued talking, the more they adjusted to be comfortable. Soon enough, mom’s hand was completely on my dad’s dick, gently moving.
“Hmmm, interesting,” was dad’s way of ending that conversation. At that point, still under a sense of casual conversation, I excused myself for a pee break.
In the bathroom, I had what felt like a very in depth negotiation with myself. Trying to figure out what to do next.
I came out having made a decision I wasn’t fully confident in. But felt like the most realistic/compromised option.
Perhaps I was gone for too long, because as soon as I could see them from the inside of the house, I saw mom jerking dad off. His dick was out, his body was fully relaxed and leaned back, while she played with his dick in almost the exact same position she had played with mine on the same couch a few weeks ago.
After watching for a minute, and adjusting the boner in my pants, I came out and said “wow, I mean, you could’ve waited until after I left.” Mom chuckled and said “you took too long in the bathroom, it felt like you did.”
She looked into my dad’s eyes and kissed him. While they made out, I sat back down, to take care of the last half of my cigar.
This was the first time I’ve seen my dad’s dick up close. In a sexual manner, at least. There’s been the odd locker room situation. But this was very different. Mom’s hand was completely glistening with precum. Lol almost a little too much.
As she stroked him, their kissing became more and more intense. Until dad stopped it, to look at me and ask “Are you sure you want to stay?”
“I think so.” I answered.
It was almost as if the gates had opened for a race horse. He stood up and let mom suck his dick. Mom gagged on his dick from the get go. To the point that she had issues trying ot keep all that spit inside her mouth. The little breathing breaks she would take would let long strands of spit connect her mouth and my dad’s absolutely rock hard cock.
This went on for about a minute. And, even though I’ve seen them go for longer in the past, this time they seemed to be too hot and bothered to wait. Dad helped mom up and, while he took his pants off, she got completely naked.
I leaned back and got my legs up on the couch I was sitting on, crossing them, trying to relax. Mom made solid eye contact with me.
She climbed on their chair and put herself in doggie. Kneeling with one leg on the couch and standing with the other one, dad positioned himself behind her and went at it.
I didn’t even get to see mom’s pussy. They just needed to get it out of their system, clearly.
Mom’s eyes continued to focus on me and a weirdly comforting smile came with them. Dad, on the other hand, couldn’t have acted more indifferent to me. Honestly, I doubt he would’ve acted any different had I not been there.
His hands, to both sides of mom’s hips, holding so hard the tips of his fingers turned white. The plop, plop, plop of mom’s ass crashing with him really bared witness to how deep and aggressively he fucked her.
Although mom was looking at me, she talked to dad, encouraging him to cum inside her. It happened almost too easily.
Within 15 minutes since dad’s dick came out of his pants, he was busting a nut inside mom. They both groaned and moaned as he finished.
There was a moment of resting inside her, then he sat back down. “Do you wanna do that?” mom asked him. Dad almost acted like the question was extremely unnecessary.
Once he had sat down, mom sat on top of him, almost as if they were going to do a seated reverse cowgirl. Her legs, spread open, letting his be in between. He then wrapped his hand around her, bringing it to her pussy and began playing with her clit.
At this moment, she was fully displayed in front of me. With her pussy wide open to be admired.
Dad’s big fingers teased her clit with a finesse that heavily contrasted the abruptness of their fucking. Between going and circles, and up and down the sides of her, her would finger her, scooping a little bit of his own cum out every time he took his finger out.
Mom twitched and shifted the closer she got. Her hands traveled behind her to reach for my dad. It didn’t matter what part, just grabbing anything she could. Her nails dug into him.
Her open legs began shaking, and her hips shifted. Moans announced her orgasm accompanied by quivering knees. If she had been standing up, surely her legs would’ve given out.
She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Dad kissed her ears.
I sat there, almost done with my cigar. And pretty much perplexed I had not taken my dick out and jerked of throughout this whole endeavor.
After a moment of silence, we all chuckled. I went back to my grandma’s a few minutes later, leaving mom sitting on my dad’s lap as they made out.
Once I was in the car, it felt like I was driving away from a crime scene. Like I had just robbed a bank and had the cash in the trunk. I even felt the need to speed the whole way there.
Ironically, I ended up taking a cold shower before going to bed. The coldest of showers. This didn’t stop me from jerking off so hard I nearly ripped my own dick off.
I know perhaps I’ve disappointed you. But to me this didn’t feel like not-a victory.
I mean, a win is a win. And somehow I was able to negotiate with myself an option in which I didn’t involve myself directly into something with my parents. But I get that this is still “something.”
So I will continue my ongoing distance from my family and will make an active effort to move towards telling everyone the truth.
That’s all, folks.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated. Although I think I know what you’re going to say…
Take care and be well.
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Little Miss Perfect [F21f20] [D/s] [Lesdom] [masc/femme] [Edging] [Ruin] [Denial] [Office Romance] [Long]
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“I’m not like you at all.” Her voice was harsh like it usually was, but there was something else to it. Perhaps, it was a longing that she repressed so much that even she no longer recognized it. “I don’t get off on breaking the rules.” Her voice was laced with snobbishness and perhaps a hint of teasing.
“Yeah?” Summer asked. “Try not to come, then.”
Charlotte’s breath hitched in her throat as she felt soft, dexterous fingers slide under the hem of her skirt, up under the cotton that lay between them. She felt her cheeks grow hot and for once didn’t worry if it was ugly and blotchy. She gripped Summer’s shoulder tightly, her knuckles turning white from the effort. If you had told her that she would be cooped up in her office being mercilessly toyed with by someone whom she had thought for so long was beneath someone like her—the same someone who was now slipping her panties down her legs for better access—she'd call you insane and a loser.
She wasn’t like this at all. She was still Charlotte, but she had lost touch of her intolerability. Though she had lost touch of what seemed to be the essence of herself, she had never felt more herself than she did now. She had thought for so long that her strictness had made her who she was. After all, if you asked anyone within their shared workplace to describe her, they would certainly not have nice things to say.
If her reputation defined her, she’d be an emotionless, sadistic monster who enjoyed torturing her employees. They had her all wrong, in her opinion. She simply preferred playing by the rules because they added structure, and it was in her beliefs that humans thrive on structure.
Now, though, she felt like a hypocrite. Not only had she looked down on her subordinates when they got into dreamy office romances, now she was caught up in a whirlwind of her own. Surely, it couldn’t have been out of jealousy, right? No, she was just a stickler for the rules, that’s all. There’s nothing more to it. She found it immature and irresponsible to fall for a coworker. It distracts from work, which should be the priority…right? She simply called in her subordinate to relieve stress, and it was no big deal.
But now, here she is with Summer. Stupid, rule breaking, impulsive, sexy Summer. Summer was the type of person to clock out the moment her shift ended. Summer was the type of person to insist that meetings could just be put into emails. She was precisely the opposite of everything Charlotte stood for. So, why were they together in her office, with Summer making slow, tantalizing circles that continued to unfold and uncoil Charlotte? It didn’t seem to help her case, either, that she just happened to be sensitive–that a slight touch may cause her to gasp. Surely, she couldn’t be blamed for that.
It had been this way since they had been in school together. High-achiever Charlotte, constantly getting the top rank in every subject, student body president, and perfect in every way. Then, there was Summer. She always seemed to be bored in class, never bothering to pay attention. She would mess around during study breaks, and she never seemed to care about what anyone else thought. She was confident and perfect, and Charlotte hated her for it. Not only was she a rulebreaker, but she made impulsive decisions, and Charlotte knew perfectly well that that is a recipe for absolute disaster.
Charlotte did her best all throughout school to ignore this troublemaker. What pissed her off the most was that she always made second rank in every subject, only a few points off of Charlotte herself. While Charlotte was all work, no play, and she studied her ass off to get where she was, here came along the lazy genius Summer, who made paper airplanes or slept during class, somehow still coming up just below the first rank.
*“You should put more focus into school,” Charlotte had said to her one day. She had stepped into a classroom to chat with her favorite teacher, only to see Summer already there, who informed her that said teacher had gone to print some papers. “Regulars in detention might just become regulars in jail.” Charlotte had been quite proud of how good her sneer had become after four years of disapproving everyone around her.*
*“What do you mean?” Summer had laughed. It had been a low, lighthearted laugh that spread from her mouth all the way up to her eyes, turning them into little crescent moons. “I’m doing just fine in school.”*
*“Yet you’re still not on top,” Charlotte had replied, straightening her skirt proudly.*
*Summer had let her mouth form into a slow, smooth smirk. She moved her legs off of the desk they had been propped against before standing. She looked down at Charlotte, easily almost a foot taller than her. She leaned in close. “Listen, president,” she had said, dropping her voice low. “Not all of us are obsessed with that kind of thing. You’ll find that a bunch of these people you think are lower than you will get into the same prestigious universities as you will. You’re cute, but your attitude is awful.”*
*Charlotte had summoned all her willpower to keep her face straight. She had known that giving Summer any kind of reaction would have been letting her win. Summer straightened back up, her full height once again overshadowing her “rival”. Her smile had returned as she lifted her arms above her head in a slow, drowsy stretch. “Oh, and one more thing,” she had said. “I’m only number two because you looked so happy being number one that I couldn’t bear to take that away from you.” With that, she sauntered out of the room, the plain uniform’s skirt swaying alongside her hips.*
*To Charlotte’s absolute horror and despair, the test results updated after their next midterm, and she almost fainted when she saw her name second, under none other than Summer.*
Charlotte bit her lip almost hard enough to draw blood. She concentrated all of her willpower into not orgasming because she was better than everyone else, and she would not give Summer the satisfaction of seeing just how large of an effect she had on people. “You need to—*ah* *fuck*—to print the report and—*oh my stars*—er—hand it in by t-tomorrow morning.” She did her best to adopt her usual bossy tone that showed that she was the one in charge. She looked at Summer’s face etched with that smug smirk she had given her many times back in school.
She dug her nails into Summer’s shoulder, putting her effort in not making a sound. Though her status gave her a private office, the walls were paper thin. She knew that any not-work-appropriate sound she made would be able to be heard by the cluster of cubicles right outside the door. The walls only muffled their voices enough to hide what exactly they said, so long as they didn't say it too loudly.
“Summer,” she warned, but it was not the same warning tone she had used many times before. This one had the same intonation, but it was weak because she hadn’t meant it. Part of her wanted to keep feeling the pleasure of Summer’s fingers making deliberate, tight circles.
“Hm?” Summer asked, her breath sliding over Charlotte’s neck, causing a shiver and a whimper to escape. “If you want me to stop, just ask me to stop,” she said simply.
Charlotte opened her mouth to do so, but nothing came out. She really didn’t want it to stop. All the while she’s debating it in her head, Summer’s bringing her closer to the edge. She knew she couldn’t come because she could not physically keep quiet if she did. Their endeavors before had been after hours, when Charlotte had called Summer into her office before the latter had a chance to book it the moment five-o-clock hit. That first time led to here and now, in the present where she could not allow so much as a moan to exit her, or that would mean trouble for both of them. It was no longer late after everyone had gone home, and Charlotte could be as loud as she pleased. Now, it was a packed office filled with coworkers and with people who held both of their jobs in their hands. So, no. Coming was not an option.
“By all means, boss,” Summer said, knowing how the title made Charlotte incredibly horny. “Keep telling me what I need to have done by the end of today.”
“If you don’t get the report done—*oh fuck*—then we won’t have anything—*aah*—to bring to the m-meeting,” Charlotte continued, her sentences still not fluid due to the current…predicament. She felt her core begin to tighten as she steadily approached an orgasm.
Suddenly, a firm knock on her door caused both girls to break away from one another. Charlotte quickly smoothed her skirt down, while Summer sent a small smirk her way. “Come in!” she called, keeping her eyes steadily fixed on Charlotte like a predator surveying its prey.
The door opened, and one of their coworkers stepped in. “Oh, h-hi Summer,” she stammered. “What are you doing here?”
“Willow, great timing! I was just leaving,” she said with a smile. “I’ll see both of you at the meeting today.” She brushed shoulders with Willow gently, giving her a quick wink. Charlotte had the displeasure of seeing Willow’s cheeks turn pink at the gesture. She stood still for a moment, seemingly dazed.
“What do you want, Willow?” Charlotte snapped, annoyed at the intrusion.
“R-Right,” Willow said, looking down at her clipboard. Charlotte squeezed her fist tightly, as Summer caught her eye from in the doorframe behind Willow. She was smirking and holding up Charlotte’s panties. The owner of the garment narrowed her eyes in warning, but Summer looked unaffected–amused even. She then put her finger to her lips before slipping the panties into her pocket, then turning on her heel and strutting away.
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The meeting room was filled with hushed chatter before the meeting itself had started. People were making dinner plans with coworkers or talking about how excited they were to see their cats. Charlotte, on the other hand, crossed her legs so tightly that circulation began to slow in her legs. She stared down at the wood lacquer table and the reflection of the overhead lights on the shiny surface. Suddenly, conversations around her ceased. She looked up to see Summer in the doorway. “Am I late or something? Is there something in my teeth? Why did everyone go quiet all of a sudden?”
Charlotte looked around at her fellow coworkers, seeing flushed face after flushed face, blushing cheeks after blushing cheeks. So annoying. Sure, Summer was conventionally attractive with her short black hair and her face that easily switched between being pretty and handsome on a constant basis. Still, it was annoying to see just how many of their coworkers claimed to be in love with her.
Summer looked around the room. All the seats had been taken except for the two that were beside Charlotte. After all, nobody really wanted to sit next to the sadist of the office. This was what Summer had been counting on. She grinned and sat down next to Charlotte.
“So, Summer,” one of their coworkers started. “Some of us are going out to eat after work. Do you want to come?”
“Yeah, we would love it if you joined us!” another one chirped.
“The more the merrier,” a third one chimed. “I’ll buy you dinner.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet, you guys,” Summer answered, giving them a warm smile. “I already have plans tonight, but we should definitely plan to meet after work sometime this week.”
A couple sighs of disappointment went unnoticed as their boss walked into the meeting room. “Hello, everyone.”
Charlotte took this distraction as an opportunity to hold out her hand to Summer under the table. Summer gave her a puzzled look before placing her hand on Charlotte’s outstretched palm. “No, you idiot!” Charlotte whispered. “Give me back what you took earlier!”
Summer whispered back, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You little-”
“Charlotte.” The perfectionist slowly looked up to see the Boss staring at her disapprovingly. “Leave the chit-chat outside of work.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Charlotte answered, waiting for the Boss to turn back around before shooting a glare at Summer, still wearing that stupid smirk.
Then, the touching starts, slow at first, but quickly becoming more deliberate. Because the room is full, Summer can’t move the way she wants to with full range of motion, so she opts for pointed, deliberate, and detailed touches. Her fingers worked smoothly and effortlessly, as if she were playing the guitar or pushing the notes to a piano. Her touch was absolutely deadly and precise, like a sniper readying up with its red laser beam. She worked slowly, and Charlotte thought maybe she could endure it, as long as it stayed slow and gentle. But of course, suddenly it became not slow and certainly on the verge of not being gentle. It becomes shallow and quick as Charlotte bites down sighs and gasps and moans and cries. She keeps her eyes focused on the slide presentation that her Boss is giving, forcing all her willpower into not looking at Summer.
As someone who loved meetings, she could attest that she most certainly did not like this one. She liked the boring aspect of meetings–the predictability, the quiet and focused atmosphere, and the feeling of productivity. Now, though, she felt like she had jumped from a building and was flying at the concrete below, waiting for the impact to come. She felt like she was standing on the wing of an airplane as it flew high above the cities below. All of these feelings came from one thing: Summer’s fingers.
Being brought to the edge more than enough to count on her fingers and then some was certainly not on her plan. As people shuffled out of the meeting room, eventually leaving just the two girls inside, Charlotte spun to face Summer, face flushed and eyes hungry. “My office. Now.” This had been the first time she’d ever growled so animalistically, and Summer’s smirk quickly became an amused grin.
“Sure, boss,” Summer said, popping one of her fingers into her mouth and sucking it with a satisfying pop as it came out from between her lips. She exited the room with a dangerous sway to her hips. Charlotte stood up, smoothing out her skirt and doing her best to clean off her seat from the puddle of arousal she had left. Then, she took a walk around the office to see if everyone had left.
She stepped into her office, closing and locking the door behind her. There was Summer, sitting in the chair at Charlotte's desk, looking handsome and pretty all at once. Charlotte’s eyes narrowed at the woman sitting at her desk, looking cool and nonchalant after cruelly edging her. She walked over, kicking her heels off in the process, before climbing up on Summer’s lap and kissing her, rapidly and aggressively beginning to unbutton her shirt.
Summer stood, laying Charlotte over the desk and using her thumb to draw little circles on Charlotte’s clit. Finally, Charlotte took the chance to make the noises she had been suppressing. She cried out Summer’s name again and again, moans and sighs mixing in with the sound of her wet pussy being played with. Summer slipped a couple fingers into Charlotte’s soaking pussy, watching them easily slide in.
Charlotte arched her back on her desk as Summer showed her new colors that had never before existed. Her fingers brought out actual magic from deep inside of her core. “Fuck, Summer…”
“Wow,” Summer hummed. “I didn’t know you were such a dirty girl, president.” Her fingers moved swiftly with agile precision. She hit every sweet spot and every sensitive nerve. At this point, Charlotte could barely even feel her legs. “Do you want to come?” Charlotte nodded, but Summer only clicked her tongue, unsatisfied. “Who knew that Little Miss Perfect would be sprawled over her desk, asking to come from the person she hates the most.”
“I…don’t–ah fuck, right there–I don’t hate you,” Charlotte revealed between shaky breaths and deep moans. “I never hated you.” She wasn’t sure if she was ready to admit that she just didn’t know how to handle a crush back then. She still doesn’t.
“Oh really?” Summer asked. “You’re about to.” With that, she pushed Charlotte over the edge of an orgasm before giving her soaking pussy a couple firm slaps. She watched in fascination and amusement as Charlotte’s pussy clenched and quivered, with no stimulation to finish the job properly. Charlotte tried to close her legs and squeeze for that little bit of stimulation, but Summer easily pinned her down, ceasing any ability to move. Summer leaned in close to Charlotte’s ear, the whisper causing a shiver to run through the latter’s body. “See you [tomorrow](https://reddit.com/u/vividwiththequill), class president.”
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Hungover Suck Off [F]
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Hello lovelies, its been a while since I posted. Winter blues put me off sharing for a while but been having fun regardless.
I went out with my girlfriend over Friday night and had some fun but sadly pulled no one who caught my eye. My girlfriend on the other hand had much lower standards having already sucked one guy off near the smoking area, and then ditching me for 2 guys who had their hands up get skirt practically as soon as they were out of the door. I spent some more time out batting off barely legal boys and far too creepy retirees, wishing I had followed my girlfriend instead but she far too busy to pick up her phone. By the time I get home, I've recieved some pictures and videos or her in favious positions which I enjoyed drunk on my sofa, but they didn't fill that empty void in my pants. Sensibly, I was too tired and drunk to risk a last minute hookup, and fell asleep treating is as a problem for morning me.
I woke up hungover and even more horny (can't stay asleep after a night out generally). I messaged my gf to check in on her to make sure she was okay and tell her about my predicament, she returned a selfie of her between her two boys, one a sleep and the other sucking on her tits with the caption "I'm going to spend this morning waking up the neighbours", followed by "wanna see how many guys you can get off before I'm done? ;) ", knowing me far too well. I said "you're on, I'll let you know when I start", and she responded with a pic of her hands on a cock saying "he'll have to wait till then".
I put out a post saying that I'm looking for guys to drain this morning, close by and quickies only and had a few responses within what felt like seconds, I responded to around 20 guys, checking whether they were my type, close enough, were okay with me taking photos as evidence and whether the staggered timings works out (and they were fine sharing if needed). The set up was the flat door was left on a latch and I'd buzz them into the building (I invested in a little remote presser), strip in the hallway and meet me in the living room.
15min later, after a very quick shower and change into lingerie and robes, my buzzer ringing and I was waiting on the sofa as a skinny guy came through the door way, semi hard cock in hand and paused, taking in the view. He wasn't big, but he told me he was edging that morning and wanted a quick drain and I thought it would be a easy point up. I pressed send on a "he's here" text to my gf, and ushered him over, teased him a little between his thighs and balls with my tongue, sucked on his balls as he got hard and told him to just cum when he needs to as I deepthroated him. He came within 2 minutes of me sucking him, I took selfie of his load over my tongue, swallowed like the polite lady I am and clean up the rest of the mess he made before sending him on his way with a kiss within less than 5 minutes of him arriving as I'd hoped.
Guy 2 didn't even buzz in as he got to the apartment as guy 1 was leaving, so a little startled by the sound of the door opening I got back into position. I heard him undress and then entered another young man, barely 20 who had also woken up with severe morning wood needing attention. He was a lot less close to the edge before messaging me, so I sucked him for over 5 minutes before he finally climaxed, and I sent off evidence two (and recieved a BJ selfie shortly after). I was dripping wet at this point (sitting on a towel), guy two asked when the next person was arriving which was in around 10min. He asked if he could eat me out until then, and I just smiled, nodded at him and spread my legs. He wasn't great at it, but better than just fingering myself for the next few minutes as I rested my jaw. I kept getting close, but no luck as the next buzzer came in. I asked if he wants to get read to leave or continue until they're here, to which he said stay as I let guy #3 in. I slowly upped my moaning so that he'd walk in listening to us, I hear a belt and pants hit the floor in the living room and a absolute DILF (self admitted cheater) stands in the doorway, stroking his cock at me getting eaten out. I feign a weak climax, let him continue as I usher #3 over to the sofa's side and pull him into my mouth. #2 finally stops, I stop sucking and kiss him bye and I tell #3 to sit on the sofa because I want to actually enjoy him. I kneel down in front of him, and deep throat him, slobbering over his 7/8 inches, as he grabbed my hair and thrust himself into me. I had scheduled in 20 minutes with him in case I wanted a longer session, and I'd be happy to finish the day with him but I already promised others.
My jaw was tired within minutes, so I stroked him and sucked on his balls but he had no intention of finishing yet. I asked how much closer, and he responded while grabbing my neck "if you want me to finish quick, you better turn around"
Music to my ears. I grabbed my phone and buzzer fob, turned around and spread my ass for him as he slid his cock over my clit, and then spread me wide as he slid in. I lost track of time, but he definitely lied to fuck me (who cares at this point), when I hear the buzzer again. I turn to him and ask if he wants to continue, he grunts a yes and I buzz #4 in. I pause my dirty talk and moaning as I hear the door open, as soon as it closes, resume (admittedly with more intensity), and quickly approach a real orgasm. 4 enters the doorway with a beautiful hard on, I tell him to come over and kneel in front of me which he does and I get to work on him. He says he wasn't expecting fucking, I responded only for the best cocks and slide my lips over him while #3 rails me into him. I motion to #4 to take a photo of the scene, which he does and sends it to my gf for me. After a few more minutes, #3 finally cums and fills me good.
I ask #4 if he wants to swap, and without hesitation pulls himself up and swaps with #3 and slides into me without care of the load dripping out of me. #3 lies on his back in front of me and I give his semi a good clean, enjoying his winces as I teased his head and I refuse to give him a chance to soften. #4 fucks me slowly, filming it for us but I'm aware that I had 2 more guys on their way. I get the naughty thought to be left a little more messy for them, and to #4s dismay I ask him not to cum in me but both of them to finish on the chest and face as fast as they can. To make it up to him, I let him film on his phone for personal use as he finishes over my face, and #3 making up for his poor time performance earlier follows shortly over my chest and bra, watching my clean up the other cock. I shoo them away and take a break before my next guy turns up, sending a selfie of the mess I've been left in and enjoying the video she sent me of her getting equally double teamed. The last two come within 5 minutes of each other, they weren't anything special as I knew I would be feeling exhausted by then. My jaw was killing, so I left them take turns fucking me as the other got a enthusiastic hand job and tip tease. I sent them on their way wholly satisfied with my morning, hangover completely removed but exhausted and ready to sleep on the sofa again after a shower.
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[M/S] [S/b] I am very attracted to my sons. Update 430. My half-brother had a mishap in a public restroom. Oops.
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Across the table was Lynn, my sexy and gorgeous sister-in-law. She and I held eye contact throughout the meal, and both watched the lips of the other. My sons were on each side of me and Pat sat next to Lynn. We had all met up for dinner on the spur of the moment. The restaurant was upscale, and I felt sensual as my dress hugged and presented my tits to all who cared to look at them.
Every so often, my hands would slip beneath the tablecloth and inspect my sons' laps. They were hard each time I checked. Mommy's focus was not on them but on Pat. My hands wanted to fondle him, and I knew how to do it.
My half-brother is a very predictable creature and, as I knew he would, excused himself after we had placed our orders. After getting Lynn to ask Michael about his classes, I quietly got up and headed for the restrooms.
My heart pounded as I walked the subtly lit corridor and stood outside the men's room door listening. I couldn't hear anything, so I quickly walked in. The stall doors were open, and Pat stood at a urinal, having no idea his little sister was in the same room. He shook his hammy and zipped up. He turned to see me smiling like a harpy.
He looked stunned.
I took him by the hand and led him into a stall and he closed the door. It was small and cramped and as he closed the door, he found himself facing the wall and not me. That was not going to stop me.
I reached around his body and seized the bulge in his pants. At the same time, I pushed against his ass with my hips and held him against the wall as I held the back of his collar with my free hand. I undid his belt and slid my hand into his underwear to finally feel his bare and hard dick in my soft little hand.
I ferociously yanked it and giggled until the restroom door opened and someone came in. There was no way to hide my smile as I knew anyone who looked could see my high heels behind his shoes. Quietly, I continued to fondle him until the patron washed his hands and left. Then my frenzied molestation continued. He had to cum quickly so no one would be suspicious of our absence. I hissed "Cum for your little sister. I love playing with my big brother's cock. Cum for me."
Seconds later my hand, his underwear and his pants were hot, wet and sticky. He watched me taste his nectar from my hand before I smiled and said, "Clean up and then tell Lynn your stomach was bothering you but now you feel better."
He tasted remarkably like Michael.
He understood and I casually walked from the men's room back to the table. Michael and Lynn were still talking. Patrick looked at me inquisitively as I had been gone longer than usual. I made a motion like I was taking a cigarette to my lips, and he nodded.
A minute or two later, Pat appeared, and we all had a rather pleasant dinner.
**My sons are 22 and 27. I am under no obligation to give you any of my personal information.**
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College breeding toy
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When I (m25) was 21 in my second year of college I started talking to a girl from my high school who was now 19 and in college. She is blonde, about 5’8” with a nice round ass and perky little tits. We flirted innocently at first and then she started giving me signals she was interested. One day she decided to come meet me for a party in the town where I went to college about 2 hours away. She had to wait for a friend to drive her so when she arrived everyone was already pretty hammered. It was a party thrown by my college soccer teammates so we were all fit pretty good looking guys. She showed up in a tiny dress that barely covered her curvy ass and just barely held her little b cup tits. I gave her a hug and already being drunk grabbed her ass. My friends saw and started laughing and joking that she was my escort. The night went on and we drank and she wandered the party getting hit on by my older teammates. Finally at about 2am I was really drunk and ready to go home. I called an Uber and found her talking to 3 of my teammates, one of them had his hand on her round ass. I grabbed her by the arm, said “better luck next time boys” and took her to our Uber. Once in the Uber I put my hand on her thigh and felt that the inside was dripping wet. I knew that she couldn’t have gotten that wet from just talking to my friends, she must have gotten fucked. Once back to my apartment I asked, “so did you have fun?” All she did was giggle sit down on my bed and spread her legs. Her pussy was swollen and dripping. I asked “so you fucked them didnt you?” She replied, “just one, we’ll I sucked two others but that doesn’t count right?” I had no idea she was such a whore. I was so faded I didn’t even think about a condom, I just pushed her down onto my bed and got my cock out. I fucked her swollen used teen pussy and quickly was close to a climax. She could sense it an wrapped her legs around me forcing me to explode deep inside her teenage pussy. My cum dropped out onto the sheets as she moaned and rubbed her clit. After that it was all a blur but I must have bred her pussy more than 5 times that night before passing out. She became my teammates and I favorite slut for the rest of the semester.
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[f/d] Tales from the past 2 years: the honeymoon (part 1)
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Disclaimer: I'm telling you this from memory so I'm probably embellashing. I hope you like it!
There was a few weeks in May of 2021 that was the most stressful and most rewarding of my entire life so far. I'm sure there will be days and weeks ahead that I'll love just as much, but I think it's a diferent kind of love. Like the kind of love I celebrated with my Father on a warm Sunday morning.
After the main wedding event, we had a little barbeque in the yard before my father and I left for our honeymoon. My Uncle loaned us his fishing boat and we went down south of corpus cristi to put into the gulf. It was kind of exciting just floating out into the gulf. On one side of the boat, there's a whole skyline with cities and lights, on the other, it's just the open sea and nothing else as far as you can see. It's beautiful. My dad is a very impressive sailor. He tried to teach me a little, but I was pretty useless. I cant even tell you what the parts of the boat are!
The first night on the sea was nice and peaceful. We droped our anchor in one of the little ports somewhere near the boarder and shut off our lights for the night. It took us another seven nights to make it all the way to veracruz, but the first night was the best. It was my first night with my husband.
My new husband wanted to get underway quick when we left so we were anchored in the harbor instead of moored to one of the docks (I think those are the right terms). The first night, my dad got everything secured up above, and I went down to make sure all the cupboards and compartments were latched, then we went to bed.
The cabin was very crampped compared to what I'm used to. My husband had to hunch over when he was standing, but he didn't have to stand for long. Once he was in the room with me, I shoved him down on the bed and we hurried to remove all our clothing down to our "wedding clothes". Then we spent a while kissing and caressing each other to the motion of the bay.
We took our time and explored each other, removing the last pieces of cloth slowly and tortously. The last thing to come off before we were finally naked together was a sheer white lace bra. We were lip locked as he opened it one... hook... at... a... time. Then when my breasts finally fell free, he slid back onto the bed and pulled me up over him as he finally cupped my breasts at last. The feeling of his fingertips caressing the sides of my nipples and pulling at my studs drove me crazy with lust. It felt a LOT like our first night together. That hunger and the feeling of the beast throbbing up against my labia! But this time I wasn't nervous, and I remembered at the last moment, my daddy loves it when I tease him!
Leaning forward I took his hands and guided them away from me, laying him out flat as I slowly began caressing his shaft with my pussy. I was so wet, my juices just flowed over his manhood, down his testicles, and to the bed. I knew right then, we were going to make a mess not even my aunt could clean up! I rolled the beast under me as I grinded against the creature that made me. The man may have been my father, but the beast was my pet!
The cabin was filled with the sounds of our breathing and the echoes of our pleasure cries. My pussy kissed and massaged the beast, hungering for it's partner. Soon my husband began writhing beneath me. He too could feel the demands of the beast and before long, he hands began drifting toward my body. Twice, I forced his hands back. Twice I ordered him to sit still beneath me.
I have felt the beast many times before and many times sence, but that was the first time I took it as a wife so it had to be special! Before he could try a third time, I sat back and guided the beast into me. I was almost laying back on his legs but from this position, it only took a little effort--he was just so firm I had to pick my bottom up to get him angled right. I managed to press him in deep before I got comfortable and spread myself wide, propped up with my hands gripping his legs. Then I called out to him in a whisper, "I love you daddy."
When he looked up at me, he had a wild look in his eyes. He could see what he was doing to his daughter. In the dim cabin reading light, he gazed down at our sex and saw himself stuck deep in his daughter's vagina. He couldn't take any more after that. His hands quickly found their way up my body and he pulled me to him. We kissed passionatly and time lost meaning. I barely had to move after that. He hungrily thrust himself into me, obeying the animal demand of his daughters pussy. "Feed me." Soon our bodies crashed into one another and the loud moans of passion were probably heard all over the bay as we climaxed in unison.
With my body spent and my hunger satisfied, we fell together on the bed and held one another close untill sleep finally came. We slept though the night and well into the next day before we were able to get moving again. It was a full week to veracruz and we made love in every port we stopped in along the way. Every night was special, but that was our first night. It was the first time he had me, as his wife.
That's part 1 of our Honeymoon. The TL;DR is we had sex on a boat! Of all the encounters we had on our honeymoon, two were the most memorable. This one, and another I will tell you about in part 2. Just a warning that part 2 will be MUCH longer. I hope the perves like it! I know I did! :3
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[FFuta, 18+] Sarah's Harem, part 10
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Alex was full of jitters. She could hardly get her clothes off, and Sarah had to help her.
A shirt flopped on the ground, followed by sweats and panties. There Alex was, completely naked, exactly as she wanted to be since she was young. She had given herself cute perky boobies, a toned tummy, a nice set of hips and cute little pussy. Alex felt real.
Sarah soon joined her, clothes relegated to the ground. Standing, she took Alex's hands, pulling her up. A full head higher, Sarah was statuesque. Her boobs were huge. She had thicc thighs, with her long cock nestled between them. A picture worth a million words.
It nearly made Alex feel inadequate, but a loving voice in the back of her mind that sounded like all her girlfriends told her she looked beautiful, and for once she believed it.
Sarah wrapped her arms around her, pulling her into a warm, squishy embrace punctuated by a kiss. Guiding the smaller girl to the couch, Sarah pushed her gently to lie down.
The kisses continued, snaking down Alex's cheek then neck, to her new titties where lips danced across nipple. They left too soon, trekking further south down a tight little tummy, down, down, reaching just above the messy fur of Alex's new pussy. It looked remarkably similar to her own, Sarah realized, with the same dark tan lips peeking from between the folds. A cute little bud topped her beautiful new sex, and Sarah was all too eager to dive. But she wanted to take it slow. Alex would be tense, so there'd needed to be lead up and care. Luckily, lead up and care were Sarah's favorite things.
"H-how does it- I look?" Alex asked.
Smiling, Sarah replied, "you look amazing Alex."
With that, she placed a single kiss on Alex's button, earning the most exquisite gasp.
"Oh, my god, it's soo sensitive! It's nothing like before," she said.
"Just you wait," Sarah said, grinning. Another soft kiss, another delightful moan. Then, her tongue began dancing lightly up and down Alex's lady bits. Goose bumps rippled across her skin, and she squirmed in place.
"Oh fuck, Sarah! I don't think I can handle this! God it feels so good!"
Sarah nodded. "If you want to stop-"
"No! No, I just... need to adjust. I really want this to happen, I'm just... it's a lot."
Another loving lick told Sarah's response.
After the initial shock of discovering Alex's sensitivity, the licks and gentle nibbles grew more frequent and intense.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck!" Alex screamed as it came crashing upon her. A gush of her affection doused Sarah's face in love. Her first orgasm as herself, and she squirted.
Sarah withdrew to give her lover some space to recover, moving back to Alex's face.
Panting, it took a moment before she could speak.
Her face was bright red. "Sorry I made a mess."
A powerful kiss from Sarah banished her embarrassment. "Don't worry honey, I take it as the highest compliment."
They remained, kissing away the awkwardness for a few more minutes before Alex finally spoke up. "I think... I think I want to try... it."
Sarah smiled mischievously. "It?"
"You know," Alex blushed. "Putting it in my... vagina."
Getting up, Sarah nodded. "Okay, if you're ready." She gently pushed Alex's legs apart, revealing the fresh, pink pussy that only weeks before didn't exist. It glistened with her arousal.
*God she's beautiful,* Sarah thought. *She's so cute, I could just eat her up.* Chuckling to herself, Sarah took a hold of her cock. "I'm going to go slowly cause it might hurt for your first time."
"I understand," Alex said, nodding.
Sarah went slow, teasing Alex's lips with the head of her cock. Stifled gasps slipped from Alex as Sarah worked.
"Gosh you're so wet, girl," Sarah said. "Are you ready?"
"Y-yes," Alex moaned.
Smiling, Sarah slowly pressed just the tip of her member into Alex.
She was incredibly tense. A groan escaped Alex's mouth.
Not daring to go much farther, Sarah pulled out just enough, sending a jolt of sensitivity rocketing through Alex's system.
"P-please, more Sarah, I need it," Alex whimpered.
Obliging, Sarah pushed in just a little farther, earning a howl of approval. Not sensing any pain, she kept going, managing to fit a few inches in. It was as far as Sarah wanted to go, knowing how big she was.
Bending over, Sarah whispered, "if it hurts at all at any point we can stop. I don't want to hurt you during your first time."
Alex gasped. "Okay, thank you Sarah. I love you so much!"
They kissed, stealing the rest of Alex's breath.
Sarah was so gentle. Slow in, slow out. Listening to her lover's breathing, feeling the way her womanhood grabbed and relaxed, watching the flutter of her eyes.
Alex had been transported to the realm of rapture and delight, with Sarah as her guide.
As they made sweet love, Alex grew more and more relaxed, allowing Sarah deeper. Though still wary about how far she could go, Sarah explored farther and farther into Alex's love cavern, a new, unplumbed destination.
Her own pleasure fell by the wayside, and instead she focused solely on Alex.
Moans, whimpers, wild giggles. That was all she heard.
Goosebumps erupting across pale skin, hard, pink nipples atop cute little boobies. That was all she saw.
Trembling of pure gratification and love was all she left.
Alex was in another world. There was a mounting wave, gathering from the tips of her fingers and toes, sweeping out through her body down into her vagina. She had a vagina! And Sarah was having sex with her!
Her dream had been fulfilled, all thanks to this incredible, gorgeous woman. Alex wanted to cry, but she didn't want to worry Sarah, not when she was so close.
And she was so close. Fuck was she so close.
Fuckfuckfuck "FuckFuckFUCKFUCKFUCKKK!" Alex screamed.
Sure she had gushed before from Sarah's licking, but this time, she was a fire hose of orgasm. Alex's affections drenched the both them, the sheets, blankets and mattress beneath them, as well as some of the clothes caught in the splash zone.
The petit girl shook, overwhelmed by the sheer stimulation of what she just experienced. It was beyond bliss, it was some new word no one had ever though to before.
Sarah extracted herself from Alex, laying down next to her lover. They stared into each other's eyes for so long, periodically breaking eye contact for a kiss or a nervous giggle.
She had done it. Alex finally had sex like a woman. She was a real woman. She was whole.
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Exploring a different side [F] [M]
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There is this thing I like and if you've read more of my stories I think you can guess what it is. Here's a story about me exploring that side. It is a long read and I hope you like it and leave a comment with feedback ;)
One lazy summer day a friend asked me to go for drinks at a local café. It was really hot so I tried to wear minimal clothing. I went with a cute yellow sunflower dress that went to halfway my upperleg. I decided not to wear any underwear since I felt like exploring, besides, it was hot and there was barely a breeze. I thought it would be fine.
I met my friend outside the café and we sat down outside at a table facing it. It was very crowded. There were people sitting at the table next to us, in front of us there was a couple on a date it looked like. We started chatting, getting eachother up to date about our lives. After a few minutes someone came to take our order. We hadn't even looked at the menu so we asked for him to return later. As he walked away I noticed he looked back and looked at me. I didn't really think anything about it at the time. A few minutes later he came back to take our order. We ordered some cocktails because of the hot weather. As he took our order I caught him looking down my dress, as soon as he noticed me watching him he walked away.
My friend noticed and we kinda laughed it off. Saying it is just a way for him to make it through his work day and things like that. We did agree that he looked hot. He was very tall, cute messy hair, cute beard and it looked like he spent a lot of time working out. I just started to fantasize about him when my friend snapped me out of it with a new talking topic. When I saw him walking towards our table with our drinks I pulled down my dress a little, exposing more of my breasts. Looking at him, daring him to take a look again. My friend saw what I was doing and started giggling.
He put the drinks on our table and I leaned forwards reaching for my drink. I felt my breasts almost falling out of my dress. I looked at him and I saw him looking at me. He started to blush as he walked of again. Quite some time went by. We talked, enjoyed the sun and ordered another cocktail.
Now this is the part were I didn't tell my friend what I was going to do. Remember I said I didn't wear any underwear? When he came out with our drinks I made sure we made eye contact before he reached our table. I slightly parted my legs and guided my dress up my legs, jut a little bit. Just enough to give him a peek at my pussy.
When he reached our table he was blushing and didn't know where to look. I acted as if norhing happened.
After two cocktails it was time to head home. I walked inside to pay. He was standing at the counter talking to a coworker. As I was standing there, waiting to be helped he came over. He had a bulge in his pants and made sure that I saw it. I told him that if he wanted to do anything about his hard cock he should text me when he got of work. I wrote down my number and walked back to my friend. She didn't notice any of it and we went.
It took maybe 5 minutes for him to text me. The text went a little like this:
Hi yellow sunflower dress,
You made my workday a lot better. I loved the way you played and let me get a peak at your pussy. I'd love to see more of you. Why don't you come back just before closing time?
X Chris from the café
Since the café wasn't closing any time soon I had time to freshen up and relax for a bit. 10 minutes before closing I walked back. It was almost empty and there was only one employee as far as I could see. I sat down, pulled my dress down a bit and played on my phone. After a few minutes I heard him sending the other employee home. He walked towards me, sat down opposite me and told me we were now alone, there isn't anyone coming in and he closed the front door. Just so you know, the entire front of the café was made out of windows
Since I had to wait for a few minutes before Chris was done closing up, I took the opportunity to play with myself. I spread my legs a bit as my fingers gently went up my leg pushing my dress up. I parted my lips a bit and traced the inside of my pussy with one finger until i touched my clit. I started slowly rubbing it, feeling my pussy getting wet. I had no intention of making myself cum. I just wanted to make myself ready for some cock. As I was playing with myself Chris came towards me. I didn't stop. He came sitting next to me and asked me what I think I was doing making him horny while at work.
I told him I was just in for a little fun and I thought that he would be too, judging by the bulge in his pants. I told him that we talked enough and that it was time for some action. He traced my arm downwards under my dress and took ovee from me. He then also started kissing me, hard. One hand on my lower back so I had to turn towards him a bit more while his other hand was exploring my wet pussy. Going around my lips, finding my clit and slowly rubbing it.
While kissing and being fingered I undid his pants and took out his cock. I was very curious how big it was and he did not dissapoint. Because of the big windows I was a little bit scared that someone might see us, but it also really turned me on. I move away from him as I grabbed his cock and made him stand up. With his cock in my hand I guided him to the counter and made him stand against it. As he was standing there I took of his shirt and pushed his pants down. I wanted badly to see what he looked like. I stepped back and looked at him.
As I expected, he was very well build, broad shoulders and abs. My eyes couldn't help but focus on his cock. He was very well build and I even doubted if it would fit. As I waa looking him over he teased that it was not fair that he was now naked ad I was not. I agreed but said that he had to be patient. I walked closer to him, feeling his cock between my legs. I grabbed his ass and pushed him closer so be could feel my drippin wet pussy with his cock.
He started to pull me against him but I quickly ducked down. I was now on my knees in front of him and looking up at him. He gave my a cheeky smile and put a hand in my hair. With one hand lightly grabbing his balls and my other hand on his ass I slowly started to play with his head. With my tongue I started circling it, licking it and give little kisses on it. Chris started to let out soft moans. I was now licking and kissing up and down his shaft while playing with his balls.
His moans started to get louder and with his hand he pushed my head closer. I had to re-steady myself. I took his head in my mouth as I started stroking him. As I sucked lightly and played wotb my tongue I started stroking faster. I took more and more of him in my until I could feel his stomach with my nose. I started sucking, going faster and faster until he suddenly pulled back. He told me he was close and didn't want to cum yet.
He couldn't wait to finally see me naked. He quickly took of my dress and now it was his turn to look at me. From his face I could tell he liked what he saw: long red hair falling down on the small of my back, milky white boobs with firm pink nipples, flat stomach, shaven pussy. He turned me around so he could grab my nice little round ass. He told me that I made him crazy and he couldn't wait to have my very long legs wrapped around him. He walked me over to the table closest to the window and pushed me against it.
I sat down on top of it facing the window. It gave a nice view of what was going on outside. It was his turn to make me the feel the same way I made him feel, he told me and got down on his knees. He started by kissing my inner thigh making his way up as his hands followed my legs up to my ass. I felt him getting closer, licking around my lips, teasing me, playing with me. He pulled me closer, his face was buried between my legs and I felt his tongue exploring my wet pussy.
After enough teasing and playing he started to softly licking my clit. His tongue felt amazing and he knew what he was doing. He used his entire tongue to lick me and differ between speeds. He sucked on it lightly and I let out small moans. I started to squirm and I felt my pussy clenching. I warned him I was close but he didn't stop. He buried his face and I came all over it. My pussy was drippin on the floor. He licked me clean and told me to go and lay over the counter. I did as I was told with my belly flat on the counter and my ass in full view I waited for him.
As I looked over my shoulder he was looking at me in the window as he was playing with his cock. As he saw me lookinf he walked over and put one of his hands on my back pushing me down. His other hand went between my legs ans he started fingering me. He told he was getting me ready for his hard cock. He pulled back and just moments later I finally felt him filling me. He slowly pushed himself in me, making sure I could handle it. He started out nice and slow. He also wanted to enjoy the moment and enjoy my pussy. I felt his other hand on my ass, grabbing it tight. He spread my cheeks and I felt one of his fingers playing around my hole. I felt his cock deep in me as he also startes slowly fingering my hole.
At this point he was starting to destroy me. He was just pounding in me. My boobs moved across rhe counter as he kept slamming into me. With him fingering me and destroying my pussy it only took a few more moments before I exploded around him, my pussy clenching around his cock and my body shaking. He just pushed me down harder and kept pounding me. He then asked me where I wanted him to cum. Since my ass was being used anyway I told him to cum on my ass.
He pulles his finger out and grabbes my hips. He pulled my ass against him as he went even harder and deeper. I could feel his cock so deep in me that I had to let out a little moan as it started to hurt, but in a good way. He buried his hands in my hips as he pulled out. I felt his load all over my ass. He grabbed a towel to clean me of, then he turned me around lifted me up ont he counter and cleaned me with his tongue. We both looked at eachother and then out the window. Seeing our naked bodies breathing heavily.
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Working in Real Estate part 4 [M35/F32/F30] [long] [threesome] [oral] [penetration]
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Standing in the living room of my small one-bedroom apartment, I stared at Kayli, the five foot tall, black haired, real estate agent that had just told me her body was all mine, to use however I want, in an attempt to get me to join her real estate team. I glanced around before saying, "before I can tell you how I want to use your body, I need to see your body. Strip for me."
Kayli smiled and said, "of course. Go sit down." I hurried and took off my shirt, leaving me naked as I walked towards my couch. I sat down, adjusting so that my semi-hard cock had plenty of room, and watched as Kayli walked towards me. She first removed the hair tie from her ponytail, shaking her head as her black, shoulder length hair with red streaks in it fell around her face. She then unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down and off, followed by her white thong. She threw the thong at my face, landing on my nose, where I could still smell her orgasm she had this morning.
Kayli then put her hands at the bottom of her blue tank top, pulled it up, and off over her head. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra, and pulled it off, her double D breasts bouncing as she freed them. When she was done, standing in front of me naked, Kayli said, "you know, you did see me naked this morning, both in a picture and in my car. Did you forget already?"
I laughed and said, "I'll never forget what your body looks like. I'll use any excuse to get you to strip in front of me, rather it's once a day, or a hundred times a day."
Kayli walked towards me, climbing on top of me, her legs on either side of my body as I sat on my couch, and wrapped her arms around my neck again. I could feel her nipples against my chest, the warmth coming from her pussy, as she said, "you know, I've worked hard for this body. I've hired personal trainers, dietians, woke up before everybody else to get a workout in, and I've done it for two reasons. You know what those two reasons are?" I told her, "I know the reasons you post on social media. Wanting to show your kids it's important to take care of yourself." As Kayli started to move her hips on top of my groin, she said, "that's one of the reasons. The other, is because it feels so good to have a hard, thick cock, just like yours, pounding into me. It felt good before, but now, it just feels fucking amazing. Like I've died and gone to heaven. So, use me. Fuck me. Spank me. Fill me with your cum, hell, cover my tits and my face with my cum. I'm your slut tonight, if you want my team, I'll be your slut forever. Because, I've worked hard for this amazing body, and you damn well better bet, that I'm going to enjoy it."
By the time she finished, I had grew fully hard again, my six inch, thick cock, trying to get into her wet, clean shaven pussy. I grabbed her by the ass as our lips met and parted, our tongues wrestling together, and picked her up, my cock pointing itself straight up, before I lowered Kayli down on it. She immediately took over, lifting herself up until just my tip was in, then sliding back down my shaft. Our kiss finally broke as Kayli got more into riding me, her hips moving faster and faster, her breasts bouncing up and down, her nipples rubbing on my chest. I leaned back on the couch, moving my hands around to her breasts, taking them in my hands.
As Kayli continued to ride me, I played with her breasts and nipples. Squeezing them, pinching them, taking them into my mouth and suckind and licking all around them. Her breasts were damn near perfect, nipples amazing to suck on, and the more I played with them, the more Kayli moaned as she rode me faster and harder.
"God, that feels so good! I love it when you suck on my tits. Fuck! I'm coming!" Kayli moaned out as an orgasm washed over her, her pussy clinching around my cock as it covered me in her juices. She slowed down as she recovered, rocking her hips back and forth on me. I adjusted slightly, lowering myself down the couch until I was able to grab her ass again, and start thrusting up into. Kayli placed her hands on the back of her couch, her breasts swaying in my face as I pumped in and out of her pussy from underneath her body. "Oh fuck! Your cock is amazing! Fuck me!" Kayli moaned out again.
I started to stand up, holding Kayli by her ass, my cock still inside her. Once I was standing, I gently pulled Kayli off me, my cock sliding out with a popping sound, and sat her down on the floor. I told her to turn around, and put her hands on the back of the couch, and she did so, sticking her ass up in the air for me. I stood behind her, admiring her tight, little butt, Kayli slowly swaying from side to side. I pulled my hand back, and quickly moved it forward, spanking her left butt cheeks, causing Kayli to yelp in both pain and pleasure. I did it again to her right cheek, leaving a slight hand print, getting the same result from Kayli.
I lined my cock up behind her, teasing the entrance to her ass at first with the tip of my cock, before lowering down, and sliding back into her waiting pussy. I grabbed onto Kayli's hips, using her body to slide my cock in and out of her pussy, pulling her as deep onto me as I could go, holding myself there as she moved her hips in a circle, causing us both to moan. Taking over, I held Kayli in place as I started to thrust my hips back and forth, pulling my thick cock out to its tip, then pushing back into her wet pussy as far and deep as my six inches could go.
As I picked up a steady rhythm, I reached forward with my left hand, grabbing Kayli's hair into a ponytail, and gently pulled back on it. As I continued to pound into her, Kayli was in a nearly standing position, her feet on the floor, her back arching backwards as I pulled her head close to my chest. I reached around with my right hand, grabbing her breast and squeezing it, pinching her nipples as Kayli closed her eyes, a look of pure pleasure on her face. "Ugh. Yes! Fuck me. Harder. Faster," Kayli moaned out before I leaned down, passionately kissing her as I thrust my cock in and out.
I broke the kiss and whispered in Kayli's ear, "do you like me pounding into your sexy little body?" Kayli moaned out yes and I continued, "I'm getting closer. I'm going to cum all over your body. Are you ready?" Kayli moaned out yes again and I pushed her back down to the couch, grabbed onto her hips again, and fucked her pussy as hard and fast as I could.
Before I finished, I pulled out, and told Kayli to turn around. As she did, dropping back to her knees, I grabbed my cock, jacking it off as cum starting to spray out, I tried to aim at Kayli's face, rope after rope of cum shooting out, hitting Kayli in her hair, her face, her mouth, some dropping down onto her tits. As I finished pumping out everything, Kayli leaned forward, rubbing my cock all over her face, trying to get as much cum off me and onto her. I grabbed my phone, going to take a video, but Kayli said, "you should take a video instead."
I started to film as Kayli took her hand, and begun to rub my cum all over her face, sucking some off her fingers, rubbing it over her tits, pinching and squeezing her nipples as she did so. I watched through my phone as Kayli laid down on the floor on front of me, spread her legs wide, took her hand that was covered in my cum, and started to rub her pussy, slipping a finger inside, mixing our juices together. She brought her other hand down and begun to rub her clit, as her other hand fingered her extremely wet pussy. Making eye contact with me, I listened as her breathing got quicker, her moans louder and watched as her back arched up off the front, an orgasm washing over her body as her legs clinched shut around her arm, her entire body shaking as she moaned and squirted on my living room floor.
I ended the video has Kayli lay on my floor, catching her breath. When she started to stand up, I gave her my hand, and pulled her up and into my arms. As we hugged, I said, "damn, that was amazing." She laughed, kissed my lips, and said, "the night is just getting started, too. Let me go get cleaned up, and then I'll be all yours again."
As Kayli walked to my bathroom, I sat down on the couch, and took a few snapshots of the video I just took of Kayli. One of them, taken right at the start of her covered in my cum, I sent off to Jennifer and Tara, knowing they would enjoy it. Tara quickly texted back that it was hot and she was jealous. Jennifer texted that she was on her way to my apartment with some food.
When Kayli came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, she found her thong and put it back on before cuddling next to me on the couch. She bad brought a washcloth out with her and was using it to clean my groin off when I told her, "Jennifer just texted me that she's on her way over here now with some food." Kayli smiled and said, "oh good. Too bad we couldn't be fucking when she walked in."
When Jennifer arrived a few minutes later, she brought with her a couple pizzas that we eagerly dug into. Sitting in my living room, I was still completely naked, Kayli had on only her thong, and Jennifer was sitting awkwardly across from us, her eyes trying to make contact with ours, but shifting downwards at my groin and Kayli's body as we made conversation.
Jennifer was just barely shorter then Kayli, had short, blonde hair that was swooped to the left side of her face. She was dressed in a light gray sweatshirt, black jeans, and had a quick laugh and smile to her.
When Kayli got up to grab another slice of pizza, I caught Jennifer staring at her butt and said, "I didn't think you were into girls."
Jennifer signed and said, "I'm...I'm not sure. The thought has crossed my mind a lot. And I just can't get over how hot Kayli is." Kayli laughed as she came back, sitting next to Jennifer this time, and said, "well, it's going to take a while for Danny to recover after the cum explosion he had on me, so, maybe we'll have to see just how not sure you are about it, because I've been wanting your body for a while now."
Jennifer gulped down a bite of pizza and said, "if that's what it takes to get Danny's dick inside me, I'll do it."
As we all finished our pizza slices, I couldn't help but notice that Kayli couldn't, or wouldn't, take her eyes off Jennifer. When we were done, I took the plates from the ladies, while they got up to wash their hands. After I washed mine, Kayli gave me a hug from behind and said, "are you ready for a show?" I replied yes and she said, "good, follow me."
I followed Kayli into the living, staring at her ass as we walked. Jennifer had already returned to her seat on the couch and I sat down across from her. I watched as Kayli walked over to her, and climbed onto Jennifer's lap. She wrapped her arms around the blonde girl, and leaned down, inhaling Jennifer's scent around her neck, and started to kiss her neck.
As Kayli kissed all over Jennifer's neck, she said, "you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this. Ever since you caught me and Danny and I watched him fuck you, I've wanted you to myself."
Kayli moved her lips up to Jennifer's lips. When they came in contact for the first time, I heard Jennifer gasp and watched her body stiffen, before it relaxed, her arms wrapping around Kayli's naked body. Kayli quickly made enough room for her to slide her arm up Jennifer's shirt, and started to grab at her breast. Kayli broke the kiss a few seconds later, pulled her arm out of Jennifer's shirt, and then went to pull her shirt off. As Kayli brought Jennifer's shirt over her head, I briefly saw a black bra before Kayli leaned over Jennifer's chest, and whispered something in her ear. I couldn't hear what she said, but both girls looked back at me, then at each other, before Jennifer nodded her head yes, and Kayli got a giant smile on her face.
As Kayli went back to kissing all over Jennifer's neck, adding in some kisses down her chest this time, Jennifer reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and pulled it off her arms, exposing her B cup breasts, and tossed her bra at me. Kayli kissed over to Jennifer's erect nipples, licking around them on both breasts, before sucking them each, one by one, into her mouth. As Kayli played with Jennifer's breasts, Jennifer was letting out little moans, her hands on the couch, pushing her body up into Kayli's, and making eye contact with me.
Kayli eventually brought her hand down to Jennifer's jeans, unbuttoning them, and attempting to pull them down. She finally had to move, giving me a few of Jennifer's nipples, covered in Kayli's silva. Kayli dropped to her knees in front of Jennifer, and starting pulling at her jeans, revealing the black panties Jennifer was wearing. I said, "how does it feel, Jennifer?" Jennifer looked up at me as Kayli caressed her legs and said, "amazing."
Kayli stood up and said, "now, it's your turn." Jennifer replies back, "but, I don't know what I'm doing." Kayli took Jennifer's head in her hands and said, "don't worry, I'll help guide you," as she brought the younger girls mouth up to her left breast. Jennifer darted her tongue out, flicking it at Kayli's nipple. Kayli reached down, grabbing onto Jennifer's hand, and brought it up to her right breast. Jennifer instinctively started to squeeze Kayli's breast, as her mouth got more comfortable around her nipple. Before too long, Jennifer was switching back and forth between Kayli's breasts, squeezing them, licking them, pinching them.
Still holding onto Jennifer's head, Kayli slowly moved and adjusted them, until she was laying down on the couch with Jennifer on top of her. She pulled Jennifer up so they were face to facd, their nipples rubbing together as they started to kiss again. As their hands roamed and rubbed over their nearly naked bodies, only a thin piece of fabric on each of their groins, I was starting to grow hard again, watching the two beautiful girls kissing each other all over.
Kayli's hand eventually found its way into Jennifer's panties, rubbing at her pussy. Jennifer started to move her hips up and down, both giving Kayli more room, and humping her hand at the same time. As Jennifer kissed at Kayli's neck, Kayli said, "Holy shit, you're so wet. My hand is already soaked." In between kisses, Jennifer responded, "this is the hottest thing I've ever been apart of. And Danny hasn't even included himself yet."
Taking that as a hint, I stood up, and walked behind the girls. Kayli saw me coming, and pulled Jennifer's panties down for me, and moved her hand up to Jennifer's ass, cupping her cheeks and pulling them apart, giving me a perfect view of Jennifer's wet pussy. Jennifer was so focused on kissing Kayli's breasts, that she didn't notice as I climbed onto the couch behind her. Grabbing my hard cock in my hand, I lined it up with the entrance to her pussy, and slowly pushed inside her. As I did so, she stopped kissing Kayli's breasts, looked back at me, and moaned "oh God, that feels amazing. Yes!"
I grabbed onto her hips and started to thrust in and out, causing her body to move back and forth on top of Kayli. As I picked up my speed, Kayli scooted down a bit, reaching up to start playing with Jennifer's breasts. "Yes! Fuck me! Yes!" Jennifer moaned as I pulled my six inch long cock out to its tip, then pushed back in as deep as I could go. Kayli scooted back up, kissing Jennifer's lips, then took a hold of one of Jennifer's hands, and placed it on her groin. I could barely see as Jennifer slipped in fingers into Kayli's thong, but I heard the familiar moan from Kayli as something touched her pussy.
As I pounded into Jennifer's small, skinny body, Kayli scooted up more, so she was sitting in front of Jennifer on the couch. I watched as she pulled her panties off, her fingers brushing against her shaved pussy. She stuck one of her fingers inside her, coating it with her juices. She then offered her finger out to Jennifer, who took it in her mouth, and sucked all of Kayli's juices off. Kayli then asked, "do you like the way I taste?" Jennifer moaned out a yes, and Kayli said, "good, stick out your tongue."
I watched as Kayli stood up more, and taking Jennifer's head, with her tongue sticking out, in her hands again, and started to rub her pussy across it. Me and Kayli made eye contact as she used Jennifer's tongue on her pussy, and both of us leaned forward, making out as we used Jennifer's body for our own pleasure. Breaking the kiss, but not my thrusting into Jennifer, I said, "that's fucking out how you're using her tongue." Jennifer had started to get the idea of what to do, and was eagerly lapping at Kayli's pussy, as it grinded on her face. Kayli said, "I needed something besides fingers in my pussy."
I smiled and said, "trade places with Jennifer." But, before she could, Jennifer moaned deep, her pussy convulsing around my cock, and orgasmed hard enough to push me out. "Oh my god. That was intense. I need a minute," Jennifer said as she crawled over to the other couch and collapsed on it. Kayli quickly took her place, facing up towards me. I leaned down to kiss her as she pulled my cock into her. Wrapping her legs around me, we quickly got into a fast rhythm, our bodies rock together
I glanced over at Jennifer, who was catching her breath on the couch and saw her watching us intently. I pushed myself up off Kayli, giving Jennifer a view of Kayli's breasts as they bounced up and down as I pounded into her. Kayli had her eyes closed, moaning every time the head of my cock pushed deep inside her.
Slowing down a bit, I started to kiss Kayli passionately, our lips opening up to let our tongues swirl together. As I slowly pulled and pushed my cock in and out of her, Kayli said, "are you getting tired? Going to be able to finish one more time?" I smiled and said, "of course. Just making it last. I wish this night could last forver." "Me too," Kayli replied back, leaning back up to kiss me again.
When our kiss ended, I pulled myself out of Kayli and stood up. I looked over at Jennifer, who was sitting on the couch, her fingers slowly rubbing her pussy lips as I fucked Kayli. I said, "Jennifer, lay your head over the couch, I want you to taste Kayli on my cock." Jennifer eagerly laid down on the couch, her head over the armrest, and opened her mouth for me. In the past, this was the only way we had found that let Jennifer take my thick cock into her tight throat. I walked to where her mouth was, took my cock in my hand, and slapped it across her face, something I knew she enjoyed, before sliding it into her mouth.
Feeling her tongue on my cock, I pushed in, hitting the back of her throat as her nose touched my groin. I pulled back out to the tip, then pushed back in a few times, then asked her, "you like the way it taste?" Jennifer replied, "hell yes. It's amazing." I said good, then went back to fucking her throat, pumping my cock in and out of her mouth. Kayli stood up from the couch, walked over to me, and started to kiss me. I used my hands go roam around her body, squeezing her ass and pinching her tits. I spanked her ass as I continued to slide my cock in Jennifer's mouth. Ending our kiss, I whispered in Kayli's ear, "go eat out Jennifer."
Kayli walked over to Jennifer and spread her legs, climbing into the middle of them. Jennifer attempted to ask something, but my cock was stuffed in her mouth and I could feel her moaning as I watched Kayli starting to use her tongue and fingers on Jennifer's pussy, her fingers sliding in and out as her tongue and mouth sucked on her clit. I reached my hand down, taking one of Jennifer's breasts in my hand, pinching and pulling the nipple. Kayli saw what I was doing, and joined me, reaching her hand up to pinch and grab Jennifer's other breast.
I could feel Jennifer moaning, making my cock vibrate in her mouth, her hips moving up and down as Kayli worked her tongue and fingers on her pussy. I pulled out a few times, running my wet cock over Jennifer's fave, letting her catch her breath and let out a few moans, before pushing my cock back down into her throat. With all the stimulation going on, her throat being fucked, her nipples pinched and pull, her pussy being fingered, her clit being sucked, Jennifer had an intense orgasm, her legs clamping Kayli's head against her groin, her back arching off the couch, and pushed me out of her mouth as she yelled, "FUCK! YES! YES! OH FUCK!"
Not wasting any time, I walked over to Jennifer's legs and pulled them over Kayli's head and hung them off the couch, moving Jennifer's head from the arm rest to the seat cushion. Holding onto her legs, I pushed my cock into her pussy, not letting her recover from her orgasm before I was pounding into her. I looked at Kayli and said, "get ready, I'm going to shove my cock into youe throat." Kayli smiled and kneeled on the ground next to me, playing with her tits as I watched her. Jennifer was pushing back against me, her tiny body bouncing on the couch as my thick cock slammed into her over and over. "OH FUCK, I'M GOING TO CUM AGAIN! YES! FUCK!" Jennifer yelled out, her pussy clinching against my cock as another orgasm washed over her.
I quickly pushed Jennifer onto the couch and twisted over, sliding my cock into Kayli's waiting mouth. Grabbing onto her ponytail, I bucked my hips back and forth sliding my cock in and out of her mouth. She was still playing with her nipples when I stated to orgasm, a rope of cum hitting the back of her throat before I pulled out, leaving the tip of my cock on her lips. She moved her hand up to my cock, wrapping it around my shaft, pumping the rest of my cum into her mouth.
When I was done, I sat down next to Jennifer on the couch. I watched as Kayli, her mouth still full of my cum, climbed onto Jennifer, opened her mouth, let some cum drip on Jennifer, then started to make out with her, heavily involving her tongue. Jennifer was quick to open her mouth, using her tongue to taste my cum and hers mixed together in Kayli's mouth. When they were done, we all sat on the couch, trying to recover.
Kayli spoke first, saying, "are you glad you came over, Jennifer?" Jennifer laughed and said, "those were the most intense orgasms I've ever had."
Kayli then looked at me and said, "so, are you going to join my team?" I reached across to her, taking her hand in mine and said, "Kayli, I was going to join your team regardless of what happened tonight."
She laughed and said, "I figured as much. But, now, we can make this happen more regularly."
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[B/S] Incest Desires
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So...I don't know if my situation is unique or not, but here we go.
Well, I guess I should start off by saying that I grew up in a very religious family, so keeping it in the family was strongly forbidden, and the my siblings told my parents EVERYTHING, so doing anything with my sister (F21) wasn't an option. go back a couple years ago when I'm (M22 now) 19 and I start dating this one girl (F20) and we find out we're really into incest. She never had a brother, and I couldn't do anything with my sister, so we have plans to get a name change just we have the same last name just to say we're siblings. We've video called and masturbated together, roleplayed together, etc. Honestly, it was a little awkward at first when we were calling each other brother/sister, but we got used to it and it turns us on every time. I want to know if this is normal for people who want incest but can't to go and change their last name for the name of incest, or if I'm just stuck in fantasyland. We really want to be brother and sister, and have sex as brother and sister.
I'm not trying to take away from the love between real b/s that I've seen on here, but I feel like we were meant to be siblings, but weren't. Thoughts?
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UNDER THE PUMP… Wait for it (NSFW)
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UNDER THE PUMP
“Another day, another dollar”
She said as she punched her time sheet.
I wanted to respond, but honestly - That was the third time this week she’d said it.
After a while, all you can do is smile politely in recognition and grab my gear.
I mean, she wouldn’t be here if she didn’t secretly love being a technician!… Some people just love to complain I guess.
Although she had a reputation for having particularly… “creative methods” down on the workfloor.
And she was pretty well built too - Not one to shy away from getting hands on when needed.
I was glad to be on her good side.
Well, that and the fact I could run away if I needed to.
…my mind snapped back to reality and a familiar sound floated down the hallway marking the arrival of the boss. The sharp *tap-tap* *tap-tap* of high heels.
Time to work.
She entered from the upstair hallway, standing by the control panel overlooking the staff area - We all stood up as she entered
“ATTENTION” Came the order from the support commander
“Better get to it ladies!” The boss came in wearing her signature black latex catsuit & high heels. It’s impressive so many variations of that combination exist. But they certainly get the message across.
“You’re in for a fight today!”
My chest shot up, as heels clapped together.
Hands grabbing elbows behind my back.
The squeak of latex on latex erupted through the room as our own catsuits called out.
She smirk grew across her face. She slid the master key into the panel and turned the key.
A mechanical whirring noise built until it filled the room.
“Give them hell!”
She slammed a latex gloved hand onto a bit red button on the panel in front of her and another sound began to flood over the workshop.
The unit were online and at it.
“C’mon love! If we get out of here with a double quota today, first drinks on me!”
The same powerful woman from before push past me, moving onto her 4th unit already. But I wasn’t worried, I knew her favorites, and she’d be spending more than enough time on them for me to catch up.
She turned back to her unit; “Good morning beautiful” Though she was smiling from ear to ear as she pulled a set of over ear headphones from around her neck and put them into place.
Then came a small controller from her tool belt. She held up the controller for all the other technicians to see, before hovering her finger over each button - Gesturing back and forward like she was deciding which button to press…
We all knew which button she was going for.
…Good morning indeed. She jammed button 2 and the machinery in front of her kicked into gear, rocking back and forward, pistons pumping. Even from such a powerful machine, the noise was impressive.
She looked at me again and tapped her headphones - Mouthing the words ‘I can’t hear you’, as she spun the wheel to turn the machine to full.
That’s one way to keep your day interesting I thought.
But hey the commander wasn’t kidding. They really were up for a fight today!
Although, it didn’t really matter. By the time we had a few volts running through them, even the most difficult customer was ready to comply.
Though their official name was ‘Unit’ and then their Number identified (Unit #6 was my favorite!) some of the girls preferred “object” - A pretty fitting name if you ask me.
But me; I liked the personal touch. I liked to remind myself they were humans in there
We sometimes called them “customers” as a fun little inside joke, and all of my customers had cute little nicknames. Toy #6 was my favorite.
“Goodmorning Number 6!” I whispered quietly through the vacuum sealed rubber clamping his head in place. Me moaned something sweet, something desperate though the mask covering his mouth.
The electricity running through the plugs inside his encasing were doing their job to keep his focus in check.
“Nothing like a few volts going to ALL the right places… Oh! Are you going to be nice to me today? Maybe I’ll let you off with just 2 then”
That got the reaction I wanted - He loudly grunted something into the mask and the black map began to swing back and forward like a trampoline.
“There’s my big strong man! Thank god. I was worried we had broken you for a second!”
I turned up the power. A wave flooding through him in all the right place and even more blood rushed into his thick hard dick sticking through the only opening in his rubber vacuum sealed prison.
I poured the cold lube out along his shaft and spread it down around his balls. My index finger running back up the underside until it reached the head. His body inside the suit jumped as much as his dick did. I loved watching him jump for me
“Now, now. You know I’ll look after you baby”.
And it was true. I would look after him.
But not until after I’d brought him close to the edge a few times. Nothing wrong with having some fun on the job.
A woman needs her favorites after all.
When it finally was time for my fun to come to an end - It was glorious. He never disappointed.
“That’s a VERY good boy! You almost filled your quota for today just with that first one! I knew you had it in you”.
“You almost made up for yesterday… almost.”
I slid a clear glass cylinder over his dick and it locked the casing into place with a satisfying twist. No more wiggle room in there either.
“Keep this up and you’ll be my favorite forever”.
I switched on the machine and the casing around his cock began to pump in and out, the sleeve tightening, sucking and tugging everything he had to offer until it would explode out of him.
“We’ll get you finished in no time today sweetheart, I promise. But we’re under the pump so I need three more today okay!”
I took off my gloves and stashed them in the hazmat bin next to his accommodation.
I gave the mouth of his suit a big kiss. And he once again began to thrash against the suit.
“I’ll see you tomorrow handsome - I’ll tell the girls on night shift you did a good job today - Maybe they’ll go easy on you! Promise me you’ll try to stay conscious this time okay?”.
I walked down the hall to clock off.
But not before I turned the power up one last time.
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[B/s] Showering with my brother's as adults (update 14)
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Hi! Considering this post a welcome back update since it's been over a month since I last did! So while the frequency of my telling of the story has dipped recently, our lives at home certainly have not.
We've spoken to Mum and Dad a few times and it seems like they're going to extend their stays out of state as things haven't been really sorted between them. I guess I'm kind of glad that all this is going down now and not while we were kids because divorce can get very sticky and while they're not paying games, their transition to this new phase of their life could definitely be going smoother for them. The GOOD part about that is Michael is still living at home with Jack and I and nothing has really slowed down between us, if anything it's just getting better and better as we discover more of the things we like and are beginning to get a bit more.....experimental with things that we try together. Obviously being in this situation where we're all together, all being sexual and all "generally" okay with whatever goes, there's a lot of room for trying new things. I guess what prompted me to update now was just to keep everyone in the loop with what's been going on and there's a few things that've happened very recently that I'd like to focus on a little more because it's been the first time for a lot of things.
I went back and looked at my previous posts to remember what the last update was and it was when they dp'd me the first time with Jack in my ass. That honestly seems like a lifetime ago and things have definitely escalated since then. I was terrified of having Michael anywhere near my ass at that point but I've since become....accustomed to being stretched beyond what I thought was really possible for me. Since that was the first time I'd even tried anal I found I really did like it and knew my limits (at the time anyway). Having that experience opened up a lot for me and I found myself wanting to be more and more driven in new things to try. Obviously having two cocks literally whenever I want has played a huge part in developments and I'm sure them having me as a sort of play thing gives them equal satisfaction. They're still mildly averse to too much contact between themselves (specifically penetration) but every week boundaries are being broken down and everyone does seem to enjoy just being natural, naked and fun together. It's gonna be hard to sort of quantify everything that's happened so I guess it'll be best to make a few posts outlining some of the more 'significant' events that've occurred over the last few weeks. I'll try and keep them chronological for everyone so nothing seems like too huge a jump from going where we were to where we are now.
The morning after the dp I woke up and felt absolutely fine downstairs. No pain, no aching at all, just felt like myself as I hopped out of bed. That night we got to discussing what had happened and their reception to it was as positive to it as mine. I told them that i really really liked it and would be willing to try it again when Michael piped up and said 'do you think you'd ever be able to take me like that?'
'maybe soon' I said a little quietly but excitedly. 'Of course there's the issue of you being much bigger than Jack' who I shot a cheeky grin at. He just smiled back and put his hand on my thigh hearing me say that so I knew all of us were just feeling the love a bit more. When I suggested a shower we all stripped off and it got pretty hot and heavy very quickly, finding four hands stroking my body as they hugged me tightly from either side of me. We got out and I blew them with both their cocks in my mouth and they stood over me and came on my face while I finished myself with my fingers. I would've liked them to help with that part but I was so horny I couldn't wait for them to recover. Especially with Michael actually telling me he'd want to have his turn in my ass, it was all just a bit much for one night. Gave me a lot of things to think about and plan to see how I could make it work. Like could I fit them both inside one hole? Would they be willing to maybe push boundaries with themselves at all? Could a gentle nudge from me be all they really needed to take that next step between them while I helped? Most these would be answered in due time.
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A few days after that when we got out of the shower both of them were a bit pooped after work which left me a little sad that I wouldn't be having any fun that night. I realised when we were all on the couch together that if I wanted anything to happen I'd have to take matters into my own hands a little and went shuffling through my draw for a lingerie set (black with garters and stockings). When I came back out to them I tried being sexy with it revealing just my leg first before popping my head around and giggling maniacally at the two of them sitting there smiling back at me.
'can I tempt you?'
They exchanged a look between themselves but I did notice their cocks twitching just a little which gave me a bit of hope.
'c'mon then' said jack who sat up much straighter than he was and put his pelvis up in the air which elicited a sideways smack from Michael. 'youre gross' I said through a laugh followed by 'well if you want me, follow me. I'd prefer the bed' and I wandered off making sure to stop half way down the hall to give my hips a little wiggle for them. I hopped up on the bed on all fours facing away, really presenting to them and when they came in themselves I heard two long groans from behind me.
'youve gotta warm me up first please' I said still facing away and then I felt some large hands really starting to grip at my ass. I knew it was Michael by the way he was handling it and that was confirmed when Jack lay down next to me really closely and hugged my torso. We started kissing which was still a slightly new thing but god damn do I love kissing one while the other licks me. My thong was peeled off and I felt Michaels warm lips start kissing all around my holes and then finally he split my lips with a long lick from top to bottom while leaving his tongue on my ass and circling gently. My breathing was really getting quite hard but wanting to kiss more I rolled over onto my side and hugged jack while Michael readjusted his face, pulled my cheeks up against gravity and got back to work eating me. There was really something quite sensual inside me and I could tell Jack was getting worked up by the breaks he had to take to look down and over my body. His hands glid up and down my back gently and when he reached down to help Michael spread my ass I got me instant goosebumps. That freed Michael's hands up to caress my ass and his fingers started rubbing my clit while I kept kissing jack. Michael stopped and stood up and I looked over to see his dick, big as ever, hard as ever, wobbling back and forth. In that moment as I looked between them there was an idea brewing inside me that I really had to action so I broke off of jack, pushed over to his side, mounted his face and leaned right over to suck at him. With his cock in my mouth I grinned up at Michael and extended one hand, dragging him closer so his cock was right on top of jacks. The angle wasn't great to fit them both in but I used my growing spit on both of them to rub their heads together which got a long groan from them both.
'sounds like you like that' I said nervously still unsure as to how this would all go.
'it feels so fucking good' said Michael while wrapping his hand through my hair. Jack just moaned cause his mouth was still locked onto my pussy.
'wanna try something then' I said still a little pensive. Michael looked down at me and jack stopped licking to listen in to what I was saying.
'depends on what it is' Michael said a little inquisitively but still with that horny rasp he gets when he's really feeling it.
'let me jump off and I'll show you'. I sat right back up onto jacks face, basically crushing him but his hands came up and he tugged at my thighs to pull my ass even deeper onto his face. I ground my hips just a little bit cause it felt reeeeally fucking good but jumped off with a giggle and went around to their side. Michael had shifted himself so I led him back over to Jack and with their cocks in each hand I placed them on top of each other and cupped my hands around both so I could jerk them together. Both of them groaned really loudly and we're staring at the cock sandwich I'd created between them.
'you already do this' said Michael through his deep breaths but I stuck to my guns and just said 'well, kiiiiind of' I said with a grin back up to him. 'this is kind of hurting my hands though' I said with a pounding heart and fully dropped stomach. They both gave me some kind of look, like they knew where I was going but wanted to see just in case they were wrong.
'yeah this won't do from here I'm afraid' I said, still stalling and trying to work up the courage.
'can you.....can you help?' I said to Michael. His eyes shot open at that but I felt my hands widen as blood rushed into both their cocks. I looked over at Jack who shared his brother's expression and I quickly said 'its not that hard, here I'll show you' and I let go with one hand and guided Michael's hand over. 'im sure you've done this to yourself before' I said with a giggle, barely able to handle my excitement. Michael didn't brush my hand away and jack did nothing to move away as Michael's hand gripped both of their cocks. I didn't even need to help with his other hand since it moved over too, replacing my hands. 'holy shit' said Jack. 'this is crazy, you're crazy'.
'feels good though doesn't it?' I said while placing my hands around Michael's and stroking their shafts from tip to base.
'mmmmm fuck, I guess' jack said back to that but he dropped his head back onto the bed and got more comfortable.
'youre wild' said Michael but still looking down at their cocks pressed together. 'i think we're all wild' I said through a laugh but I let his hands go and went back over to jacks head and propped it up into my lap for the best seat in the house.
'fuck this is really hot' I managed to say and jack started breathing a little deeper while he looked down watching his cock be stroked. Michael was really getting into it by now as his stroked got longer and longer. There was still enough saliva to keep them wet and slippery and he let go with one of his hands and started rubbing much faster. Jack was squirming so fucking much I had to hold his arms to keep him steady as their grunts and groans turned far more sexual. Suddenly jack said 'oh fuck, I'm gonna...' and I leaned over to kiss him, cutting him off while he tensed up and came all back up and onto himself. The rope was super long and shot almost up to his neck but I kissed him all through the orgasm. Michael still wasn't done so I left jack and went back around the bed, onto my knees and Michael finished jerking himself all over my chest and chin. I still wanted to come but decided that could stay in abeyance til they'd caught their breath and I asked if they were cool. Looking between them and the smiles on their faces though was really reassuring.
'how was that?' I said still kneeling between them.
'well I came so good' said Jack. Michael also just looked down and nodded at me still with that stupid smile and his hands reached down to rub at my face which I nestled into.
This has been longer than anticipated so I'll post another catch up one tomorrow!
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[F] Snowstorms & Makeshift Sybians
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Last week proved to be winter's last hurrah dumping close to another three feet of snow. It's been a nightmare and taken a massive emotional toll on me, triggering my seasonal depression. During the worst days, it was either a holiday, or work was cancelled, which meant I had some time to play and come up with distractions. One of my favourite ways to distract myself is making makeshift sybians. Now as an actual sybian owner, I get a decent amount of use out of it, but I can't be bothered to move it around to different floors of the house, which is why makeshift sybians are fun.
The first one I started with is a classic that helped pass the time while waiting for my laundry to finish. Opting for an ejaculating suction dildo, with some bad dragon cum lube for some added fun. I threw my laundry in, stripping down everything before starting the machine and then finished last-minute things while it was in the wash. Once I moved it to the dryer, though, was when the real fun began. Setting it for a mixed load, and suctioning my dildo to the top, I climbed on top and took it for a ride. It's definitely not my first time doing this, but fuck does it feel good having all nine inches inside me while I vibrate back and forth for close to an hour.
I got close to four orgasms on the dryer and only stopped since I ran out of cum lube in the dildo's plunger. The first orgasm took about twenty minutes once the dryer started, but the next two were quick to follow once the first was out of the way. The entire time there was minimal spillage of the cum lube, and I was moaning like a mad woman while acting like a depraved slut. I also face timed my Hubby the entire time, which made his day a little more exciting. However once everything was done and I dismounted, I did my best to cover my pussy to reduce the spillage until I was in the shower, but it was a long run up a few flights of stairs. The immediate dismount from the toy left a puddle on the dryer, then hopping off the dryer resulted in some of the cum lube dripping down the dryer door, then there was the occasional drip on my way up the stairs. All in all, it resulted in quite a messy cleanup. Still, it was fun, but I wasn't done there.
With the snow came the cold air as well as the fog. Meaning I had a potential elusive veil that I could exploit. Originally thinking, I'd just get naked in front of a window for this next makeshift toy, but another idea came to mind that instantly made me far wetter. Having shovelled the sidewalks numerous times and having a mild love for ice play, I went above and beyond taking this next makeshift toy outside to our shed. Important to note our shed is in no way insulated, so it's pretty chilly, and it was -20 celsius all week. Thankfully we have some camping chairs inside, which came in handy.
Going outside in just an oversized winter jacket that goes down to my knees, my white knee-high socks, and some easy-to-slip-off shoes. I got to the shed quickly while still hidden by the snow veil. Unfolding a camping chair I stripped off my jacket and took off my boots, then got in position on the chair in front of the open shed door. Now it's unlikely someone would be able to see me, but I did get a decent adrenaline rush from doing this. The cold air instantly made my nips erect and made my glass-beaded dildo quite cold, and to finish it off, I brought a wireless wand with me that I prayed wouldn't immediately die. With everything good to go, I put my feet up on the chair, put all the increasing in size beads of the dildo inside me, then turned on my wand on full blast and put it against the base of the toy which turned my glass toy into a very effective vibrator.
It felt like I was out there for a while with all the adrenaline racing through me, but it was only like fifteen minutes at most. I had had the dryer orgasms a couple of hours prior, so I was already quite sensitive. Thankfully the first orgasm didn't take very long and was enough to warm up my body. However, during the second orgasm's buildup, the wind switched directions and started blowing at me, and on the opposite side of the spectrum of hot wax, the cold snow melted on my skin and teased all my sensitive bits, providing me with an erotic definition of hot n' cold.
It wasn't until the last orgasm though that made me erupt. I fought every nerve begging to cum as I raised my feet higher in the air, as my knee highs caught a lot of snow. I pulled out my glass toy, which was quite a bit warmer and sucked all my naughtiness off the toy, then held my wand against my clit. I would've been screaming my moans if it wasn't for the glass toy, but it worked as a sufficient gag. Then it happened.
Unable to fight my lust, I was practically deepthroating the first bead of the glass toy as my wand buzzed my clit, making me squirt like a fountain. Any snow on the ground was mostly melted by the warmth of my gushing. Two intense bursts sprayed out of me and nearly made my eyes roll into the back of my head as it happened. Retreating into a cumdrunken little ball on the camping chair immediately after, only the wetness on the chair was freezing my body and forced me to slip my boots back on, followed by my jacket, but I didn't bother zipping it up.
I rushed to lock everything back up and hurried back inside while all my naughty bits were on display so any of our neighbours passing by would've gotten a front-row seat to my full frontal show. My thighs were also soaked and got quite cold while I traversed such a short distance.
Once inside, I was relieved, as I dropped my clothes at the door, then hurried to the shower, cranking up the hot water making it very steamy. That's when I realized how cold I was since I fingered myself a bit, and even my inner wetness was cold. Thankfully this weekend, it's finally warm again, and the snow can start melting for the third and hopefully final time. Also after the shower, I did take a spin on my actual Sybian, which only lasted for one orgasm, before I curled up and had a very relaxing nap that may have involved a very vivid sex dream with a prominent Australian celebrity.
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Some Cruise fun with my bbw wife and others! [MF]
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We love cruising so hit us up with you cruise too! DMs are always open
Yesterday was our last day of our cruise but we did finally found some guys for my wife! We posted but no luck honestly so we just headed to the adult only pool area and started chatting with others in the hot tub.
I hop out to get us drinks and come back to my wife flirting with this young man late 20s decent shape. She says he’s here with some family but they are playing bingo lol. Wife asked where his wife/gf is and he tell her he doesn’t have one so that was the switch for her to try and see if she can get in his pants. After about 30mins we get out and invite him back to our room for some wine since we had a bottle in the room.
He comes back with us and I pour the wine for us as the wife wants to get a quick shower. He’s nervous but I tell him just go with her flow and tell him this isn’t our first time and he laughs lol. Wife comes out naked from the shower and ask him if he wants to finish the wine or have her. He’s hard as a rock at this point and he asked my wife if she could suck his cock which she does within 30 seconds lol.
He blows his load in her mouth and then my wife comes over to me so he can get ready to get hard again and fuck her. She sucks my cock and he’s ready to go again within 10mins of watching us. I tell her to start fucking her or she gonna be mad lol. He fucks her doggy for abit but she wants to get fucked on the balcony so they move out and he cums in her pussy with the ocean breeze on us.
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[MF] I had a drunken one-night stand with my ex's bratty little sister (M30/F23)
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*Or how I woke up on New Year's Day with a thumping headache and my ex-girlfriend's naked little sister asleep on my chest.*
I broke up with Hannah about a year ago after being together for two years. She was the oldest \[F27\] of three sisters. At a New Year's Eve party a couple of months ago I ran into her youngest sister, Chloe \[F23\].
Chloe (5'3" with long dark brown hair and gym-honed curves) is a typical annoying younger sibling. She can be immature and manipulative but she is also undeniably the hottest of the three girls, something I tried not to acknowledge while I was with Hannah. Mostly I tried to ignore her because she was annoying and sometimes a bit of a bitch but she also has this mischievous smile that can make your cock stand on end.
It was after midnight and I was quite drunk. Chloe seemed happy to see me. She insisted that I dance with her so I did, drunkenly holding on to her hips to keep myself upright, which she found hilarious. She was wearing a very slutty red sparkly dress that showed off her tits and thighs. I was in a drunken trance, swaying from side to side and staring at her breasts.
”Are you pleased to see me?” she asked and shot me one of those grins.
”Erm, I guess so” I slurred.
”Let‘s see” she said as she grabbed at my cock through my pants, which took me completely by surprise. At this point I had a pretty good semi, which was impressive given the amount of alcohol I’d consumed. She must have liked what she found because the next thing I knew she had her tongue in my mouth and her hands holding onto the back of my head pulling me down to her level.
Sober me knew this was a bad idea. Drunk horny me was happy to follow her lead. My hands were still on her hips as I pulled her up against me but soon started to wander, feeling up her ass and tits while we made out. I discovered at this point that Chloe is a biter. She kept playfully nibbling my lips, ears, neck and anything else she could get her mouth on. Not something I thought I'd be into but it was surprisingly hot.
We must have carried on like this for 5 minutes or so, kissing, touching and grinding on each other, until she pulled away and asked ”so when are we going back to your place?”
My brain briefly tried to wrest back control: "I'm not sure that's a good idea..."
"Yes it is" Chloe over-ruled and led me outside by the hand. We flagged down a passing cab and spent the 10 minute ride kissing and touching each other in the back seat. She had her hand on my thigh and kept trying to touch my cock but I kept pulling her away - I didn't want to cum in a taxi.
As soon as we got through my door she unzipped me and pulled out my cock. She got down on her knees and took me in her mouth. Hannah was never keen on blowjobs so I never insisted, but her slutty little sister couldn't get enough of it. She looked so cute as she stared up at me while sucking and slurping enthusiastically and within no time I was ready to burst. "Slow down!" I begged as I pushed her away from me. She flashed me another of those dirty smiles.
Chloe had been to my place before, although in entirely different circumstances along with Hannah, so she knew the layout. She took me by the hand again and dragged me to the bedroom. I still had my pants around my ankles and was unsteady from the drink so inevitably I tripped and fell on the bed, which set her off in hysterics.
I laid on my back and Chloe removed my pants. She then made me take my shirt off so I was completely naked, on my back with my cock standing to attention. She was still fully clothed (well as much as she had been all night). She stood on the foot on my bed, towering above me, and slipped her panties off - a tiny little red thong to match her dress - and then through some impressive contortions removed her bra, also red, without taking her dress off.
"You want more?"
I nodded eagerly.
As I mentioned before, Chloe could be devious, she liked to play games and manipulate people. "Beg for it" she demanded.
"Huh?"
"If you want the dress to come off you have to ask nicely."
"Please Chloe, please take your dress off."
She just looked at me.
"Please Chloe!" I pleaded pathetically.
A wicked little smile crept onto her lips - "OK" - and she slipped the straps off her shoulders and pulled the dress to her feet in one movement.
Holy fuck! I knew Chloe had a sexy body - I'd studied every one of her Insta gym photos in some detail - yoga pants, sporty crop tops and all - but this was something else. She had the best tits I'd ever seen, c-cup I'd guess with perfect hard little nipples, and her pussy trimmed with the cutest little landing strip. She was visibly wet which turned me on even more.
"So you want to fuck your ex-girlfriend's innocent little sister, do you?"
There was absolutely nothing innocent about this little sister.
"Yes please"
"You have to ask nicer than that" she instructed.
"Please can I fuck you Chloe?"
She was loving this.
"Maybe I should tell Hannah how you begged for my pussy?
Oh! The thought crossed my mind that this was all one big mindfuck, another one of Chole's games, a way to get one over her big sister. It wouldn't be beyond her but I was too drunk to care.
Chloe lowered herself to her knees, one either side of my stomach and leant down for kiss, biting my bottom lip and then flicking my tongue with hers. I helped myself to two handfuls of her perfect tits and fondled them in awe.
"You wanna suck 'em?"
I absolutely did. I wasn't sure if I was still supposed to be begging so I played it safe.
"Please can I suck on your tits Chloe?"
She laughed and guided her breast to my mouth. I latched on like a new born baby getting its first feed. I sucked contentedly for a while, alternating between breasts as Chloe gently stroked my cock. My head was spinning but I was in heaven. I'd have happily spent the rest of the night like that but Chloe had other ideas. She grabbed my hand and guided it to her pussy. I slid my finger along her slit and felt how wet she was. My finger easily slipped inside. She moaned and then pulled my hand away.
"I don't wanna fuck your hand".
She shifted backwards and positioned herself over my erection and teased me, rubbing her pussy against the tip. Then she bit her lip, closed her eyes and carefully lowered herself onto me. She felt incredible and when she flashed that smile again I wondered if I'd spent two years fucking the wrong sister.
Cowgirl was a good choice because I was too inebriated to do anything that required any more coordination on my part. I let Chloe lead the way, mesmerised by her tits bouncing above me as she rode my cock. I tried to buck my hips up into her, but she didn't want that so I laid there and let her ride me at her own pace. Hannah had always been quite quiet and reserved in bed but her sister was the opposite. She knew how to have fun and wasn't afraid to show it. The sounds of Chloe enjoying herself, laughing and moaning as she got herself off on my cock, pushed me close to the edge.
God bless alcohol because I wouldn't have lasted 30 seconds without it. I think I got to a slightly more respectable 3 minutes or so before I let her know "Chloe, I'm gonna cum".
"Me too!" was her breathless response. And she did, loudly, just before I unleashed a torrent inside her.
I was starting to sober up a little at this point as the post-nut clarity momentarily kicked in to remind me "that's Hannah's little sister, what the fuck are you doing?" but I pushed the thought to one side as Chloe collapsed on top of me giggling.
"Was I better than Hannah?"
I didn't say anything but I gave her the answer she was looking for with a nod and a smile and her face lit up. She kissed and bit me and we made out for several minutes with my cock still inside her. All the while she kept expertly massaging my balls and before long I was hard again.
Chloe sat herself upright on my cock once more. "Fuck me again".
I did as I was told. I had to work harder to cum a second time, which meant I could be more aggressive. I think she enjoyed that. This time she let me thrust into her and we found a rhythm that worked for both of us. She came again before I gave her the last of what I had left in my tired balls and we fell asleep.
I woke up about 8am, sober now but with a splitting headache. Chloe was fast asleep on top of me until I tried to sit up. Only one of us seemed to be hungover. A quick conversation ensued in which we agreed there was no need for Hannah to find out about this and that this would just be a one-time thing (if I was just about the sex I would have fucked Chloe every single day but I can't deal with her immaturity and the drama and games). I called Chloe a cab while she took a shower and then she was on her way and we haven't spoken since.
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[b/S] Elder Sister
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My elder sister is about 2 years older than me. We now live in the same city. Last year her bf moved to another city about 6 hours away while my sister stayed back. As I understood they were in long distance relationship meeting every 6 weeks or so.
I have small studio in downtown and my sister always liked it. To save costs she moved in with me and we decided to split the rent. My sister started to enjoy the downtown life and for the first time she can go to her favorite night clubs and just walk back home.
Many times, we started to do activities together e.g., we joined dance lessons – this for the first time gave me opportunity to hold her in close embrace. Now I have started to have feeling for her as a woman and I have started to slowly flirt with her. Initially she thought I was just teasing her and in fact I was, but slowly over time she is getting aroused with opportunity I am presenting. I was not expecting this and thought sisters always say no to teasing.
To test waters, I started to kiss her on forehead during our dance practice. Slowly I started to kiss her on her cheeks in longer and sensual kisses totally inappropriate for siblings but she seems to be responding well so far. For the first time in my life, I am able to look down her dress to get a peek at her nipples as she is around and this has happened multiple times by now. I guess she might be doing this on purpose but not sure.
Any suggestions on how to tread further so as to not ruin my relationship with her in case I have gotten it all wrong and she is just being good sibling?
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Cuckquean Quickie #7 [cuckquean, ffm, 30s, 20s]
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She was still wearing her glasses as she sucked him off, the ones with the thick black frames. The ones that made her look nerdy as fuck, the ones that made her look like she’d never seen a cock before, let alone could handle one like a pro. Yet here she was, on her knees, her hand rapidly sliding up and down my husband’s cock, wet first from her pussy and then from her mouth.
Her dark black hair, cut into bangs, stuck to her forehead, sweating from the exertion of their fuck session as he’d bent her into any position he wanted, as she rode him enthusiastically, her tight ass rising in the air as her even tighter pussy slid up and down his shaft, her next lips gripping him with a tightness I could never imagine.
All the while, I sat there watching him devour this perfect piece of ass, this younger, hotter woman who had the type of body men dreamt of, and knew how to use it. All I wanted to do was to slip my hands between my legs, to release the tension building in me as I watched the show. But I was forbidden, my hands tied to the armrests because I couldn’t be trusted to behave, couldn’t be trusted not to act like the dirty whore I am and slide two, even three fingers deep inside my dripping wet pussy as I finger fucked myself into oblivion as she rode his fat cock, begging him to cum inside her.
She cried out as he flipped her over and fucked her from behind, spanking her pale white ass until it was bright red.
“Punish me, Daddy. I’ve been so naughty.” As she begged for punishment, he would oblige and she would yelp with a mixture of pleasure and pain as he taught her a lesson, as he put her in her place.
I already knew mine, that of the spectator, aroused by the sight of my husband with another woman, with other women, desperate to see him cum on them, cum in them, cum with them.
He reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, holding her head up as she threw her ass back, riding him even as she was on her hands and knees. Her body arched beautifully, every contour of her body as if it had been sculpted by God to bring pleasure. Even as she knelt there, her breasts hung majestically below her, swinging as she put her whole body into the act of fucking, but still seemed to defy gravity.
As she put her whole body to work, I could barely move. All I could do was squirm in my seat, my bare ass rubbing against the fabric, as I desperately searched for any source of friction that would bring release. What I wouldn’t give for him to use me like that right now, to throw me on the bed, pull my knees apart and use me as his personal fucktoy, his little cumrag.
“Use me, Daddy”, she pleaded, “use me all up. Cum in me and fill up my tight little pussy.”
I could tell he wanted to, who wouldn’t? But he had other plans for her. So he kept fucking her as she begged him to cum, until just when it seemed he was about to shoot his seed deep into her, he found a level of restraint most men would never, and pulled out of that warm, wet cunt.
He stepped back for the bed and admired her stretched-out pussy, her virgin asshole and those bright red ass cheeks. Then as she turned and looked at him, I could see the hunger in her eyes, her desire for him, and she crawled along the bed towards him and, like an obedient little pet, crawled onto the floor in front of him.
There, on her knees she sat and waited for her orders, which came in the form of a hand on the back of her head, guiding her mouth onto his dick, her lips as tight as her pussy as they slid up and down his shaft, sucking her juices off him.
She moaned as he worked, loving the taste of her own cunt in her mouth as she sucked him off, moaning louder as he took control and began to fuck her mouth, pushing his cock into her throat as she reached around and grabbed his ass, her perfectly manicured nails digging into his ass cheeks, ready to do whatever Daddy wanted.
As I watched her take his long cock in her throat, I found myself getting wetter and wetter, my juices spreading across my inner thighs as I rubbed them together, desperate to be used.
Then, as he pulled his dick out of her mouth, she gasped for breath, spittle dribbling down her chin, her mascara running down her face, a broad smile on her face as she lost no time taking hold of his cock and working it as fast as she could.
“You like that, Daddy? You want to cum for me? Want to cum all over my perky young tits? Oh fuck, Daddy, I’m all yours. You can do whatever you want to me. This body? It’s all for you. Oh that’s it, cum for me Daddy, cum for me.”
As his moans got louder and he got closer and closer, he pulled his dick away from her soft hands and began working himself as she begged on her knees, worshipping his cock, ready to receive her reward.
“Oh please, cum for me. Oh, please cum all over me. I need you to cum for me, to feel your hot seed all over me. Oh god, you’re so close, please cum for me, please.”
With a moan he came, aiming directly at her face as stream after stream of hot cum shot out of his dick and covered the thick lenses of her glasses.
“Oh fuck”, she cried, “more please.”
He kept working himself, cumming over her, cumming over her glasses, thick globules landing on the lenses as others overshot their target and landed in her hair, as more still dripped down onto her rosy cheeks as she panted and yelped and begged for more.
Finally, he was spent and she continued to kneel there, her face and glasses covered in his cum, a monument to her fuckability, as he looked down and gently stroked her hair, before she slipped his cock back in her mouth and licked off every last drop of that by rights belonged to her.
After a few moments savouring his cock, she turned to me and smiled, looking at me through her cum-covered lenses, and began crawling towards me on all fours until she was at my feet.
She placed her soft hands on my knees and my arousal was so intense I thought even this slight physical contact might make me cum.
“You’re a kinky slut, aren’t you?” she said, looking at the wetness between my legs as she pushed my knees slightly apart. “Whatever are we going to do with you?” She pushed herself up and towards me, until her face was directly in front of me.
She didn’t have to say anything as she pushed in closer to me and I began to lick my husband’s cum off her glasses, moving my tongue slowly over the lenses, over the frames, making sure to get every last drop off them, even as it remained on her cheeks and in her hair.
“There we go”, she said once I’d licked them clean, “much better. Now, give me what’s mine.” She leaned in and kissed me, pressing her naked body against me as her tongue slipped between my lips and found my tongue, before scooping his cum out of my mouth and into hers.
She pulled back, smiled, showed her prize on her tongue and then swallowed it down in front of me.
“Now for the rest”, she said, slipping off her glasses and moving her face back towards me, allowing me to finish licking her clean, my tongue sliding up her cheeks, over her nose, and finally, her hair.
“You’re such a well-trained cumrag”, she said, her lips nearly touching mine, “maybe Daddy’s got another load ready all for you.” She kissed me again and took the rest of his seed from between my lips. Or perhaps”, she turned and looked at my husband, watching intently, before turning back to look at me, “he wants to put the next load right in my little virgin asshole.”
I was desperate to press my thighs together, but her knees between mine denied me even that moment of relief.
What do you think?” she asked giggling. “Would you like to see that?”
“Yes, Miss. Please let him cum in your tight little asshole. Please.”
As I sat there, begging her to let me watch my husband take her anal virginity, I could only imagine the levels of arousal that were about to overwhelm me.
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I flirted with my friend's dad and got more than I bargained for [F21/M40s/F40s] [groping] [oral] [threesome] [sex] [age difference]
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I was dorky as a teen, not knowing how to dress my awkward, gangling long limbs and thinking that the acne on my face was ‘no big deal.’ I wasn’t a pretty sight, and my ill-fitting clothes and pizza-face and granny glasses helped none. I cringe thinking back to the girl I was then, thankful that I’ve figured things out.
But an adolescence full of guys scoffing when I came near, making fun of me when I talked, and just generally being assholes has left its scars on my confidence. Now that I’m a little older and fitter and hotter, my gut reaction whenever a guy makes a move is to shoot him down, since he’s obviously making fun of me. I do it immediately, automatically, a defense mechanism against rejection, no matter how cute and sincere he is.
I’m trying to stop doing that. Yet old habits are hard to break.
I need a confidence boost, and I think I’ve found one, even though when I think through what I’m planning, I freak out and panic and second-guess myself.
I’m at Jen’s house — she’s my best friend — and I’ve just spent the night without meaning to. We got drunk last night and I was in no state to drive. So now it’s the morning after, and Jen’s still passed out while I’m showering in the hall bathroom. My hangover is surprisingly mild, and the steamy water washes it away.
Jen, she still lives with her parents, and I hear her dad pacing down the hallway.
Am I really going to do this?
“Hey, Mr. Wilcock?” My mouth forms the words and the sounds escape my lips while my brain still vacillates. “That you?”
The footsteps outside the bathroom pause, and I know he’s hesitating. “Uhh, Kasia?”
“Yeah, Mr. Wilcock,” I say, “I, err, there’s no towels. Can you bring me one?”
I hear him take a step. “A towel?” He steps away, then closer. “You need a towel, Kasia?”
“Please.”
“Ok,” he says, but it’s a few seconds before I hear his footsteps recede.
I rinse Jen’s shampoo from my long brown hair, watching the suds slide down my body and circle the drain. The shower is big, with a thick glass door and wall separating it from the rest of the bathroom, the hallway door on the far side. Beige marble tiles with inset patterns form the walls, a window above letting the bright morning sun in to fill the space with light.
A take a bottle of body wash from the shelf set into the wall, building up a lather and rubbing it down my body, from shoulder to knee. My hands shake.
The footsteps return, stopping outside the bathroom door. “I’ve got the towel,” Mr. Wilcock says, “Um, do you want to, err… How do you want to…?”
I swallow, then say, “Can you bring it to me?”
“Uhh…”
I’ve always had a little crush on Mr. Wilcock, ever since I met him when I was fourteen, and all seven years since. But while he’s stayed his handsome, quiet self, in the past year-and-a-half I’ve noticed his attention on me increase in subtle, barely-anything ways. Nothing obscene, he’s not like that, but things like, he never used to initiate any conversation with me, and now, even though it’s small-talk, he does. Or that when I told him I was thinking of applying to medical school, he remembered that and asked about it a few months later, even though I’d since changed my mind. Or that time I caught him staring at my ass.
I’d been laying face-down on his living room couch, Jen on the other one, and we were chatting about God knows what, when I glanced over my shoulder and saw her dad’s gaze fixed on my butt. His expression was distant, like he wasn’t even aware he was doing it. Our eyes met, his cheeks went bright red, and I’d smiled. He made a hasty exit, with the whole incident lasting no more than a few seconds, but I could still replay those details in my heads clear as if it’d just happened. It was a thrill — guys never used to do that to me!
I watch the bathroom door. “Please?” I say, “I don’t want to get water everywhere.”
“I, umm…”
“Please, Mr. Wilcock.”
The door handle rotates and it slides open, but pauses after just a few inches. “Uhh, Kasia, I–”
I try a new tack, “Don’t be weird about it.”
“Ok,” he says to himself, “Ok, ok.” Eyes down, moving robotically, he walks in, towel held out in front of him.
“Oh, I don’t need it just yet,” I say, “Can you hang it on the hook right there?”
He carefully avoids looking my way, mumbling, “Uh, sure,” as he hangs the towel. Why doesn’t he want to see me naked? If he keeps this up, it’s going to break me.
“Mr. Wilcock,” I say, “If you sneak a peek, I won’t tell.”
“You– you’re naked, Kasia.”
“So?”
He looks up, his eyes finding mine. He looks cute, so serious with his salt-and-pepper hair and goofy old t-shirt and shorts. “I don’t know what you’re doing, Kasia, but–”
“I’m showering, Mr. Wilcock,” I say, stepping back into the stream of water, letting it run down me, washing the soap off.
“I– yes.” His resolve breaks, and he glances at my bare, wet, naked body, just for a moment before he forces his gaze back to me eyes. “But the rest of this, it…”
“I know you want me.” I grin at him — my most impish grin — as I cup my chest, squeezing my tits in my palms. Water splashes and sprays, pooling in my angles before spilling over and crashing to the tile floor around my feet. “I know you think I’m pretty.”
“No, Kasia. I mean, yes. You’re very pretty. It’s just that–” His words stall mid-sentence and his breath catches as his eyes flick to my pussy. He swallows, starts again. “It’s that you’re you, and I– I can’t. No! Don’t look at me like that, Kasia.”
How am I looking at him? But I can feel it, my resolve breaking, the tide of rejection drawing up and looming over me. “I thought you liked me,” I sob, the deep pit in my stomach reminding me of what an idiot I am.
“No, oh my god,” he says, scrunching up his face, “I’m married, Kasia. I’m not… ahh.” He turns and leaves.
I finish my shower and dry off as quickly as I can. Without speaking to Jen or anyone I slink home and flop face down on my bed, wishing I would just disappear.
Three days of avoiding Jen later, I get a text from Mrs. Wilcock asking me if I can please come over the next night to walk Baxter, their dog. This is something I do for Jen’s family on a regular basis, and so even though I don’t want to show my face over there, refusing without reason would raise questions I don’t want to answer.
So the next night at five I head over just like normal, going in through the side door to the kitchen using the code they’ve given me.
“Baxter?” I call out. Usually the dog comes running, a little furball giddy to see me. “Hey, Baxy-poo?”
I look around as if the dog is hiding somewhere. Maybe he’s asleep? I walk into the foyer where his leash is kept, intending on jangling it. But the leash is gone. I scrunch up my face — is someone else walking him?
“Kasia? Can you please join us in here?”
I jump, yelping as I spin around. Someone is silhouetted in the door to their downstairs guest bedroom. “Oh!” I clutch a hand to my chest, “Mrs. Wilcock! What’s going on? Where’s Baxter?”
“Baxter’s with Jen,” she says, “They’re on a little overnight, won’t be back until tomorrow.”
“Oh, um, ok. Then you don’t need…?” Sometimes I’m slow to understand.
“No, Kasia. I’m afraid I lied to you. Now, would you please join me? I need to discuss something with you.” She holds out her hand, reaching to take mine.
I let myself be guided into the guest bedroom, it’s decor oddly banal, the bed high and set with far too many pillows.
“Hi, Kasia,” Mr. Wilcock says, shooting me a weak smile. He sits on the bed’s far side, half-on, half-off, his torso twisted so he can face me.
My stomach drops to the floor as the nature of Mrs. Wilcock’s betrayal spells obvious. “Oh, no, no, no, no… I’m sorry, I… I…”
“Relax, Kasia,” Mrs. Wilcock says, “I’m not angry with you. Just, calm down. Don’t hyperventilate.”
She says this, but she’s intimidating, standing near me, taller, older, far more assured of her place in the world than I ever will be. I whither, backing away until I bump into the wall, unable to bring my gaze up off the floor. “I’m sorry,” I mutter, “I’m sorry…”
Mrs. Wilcock takes a step closer, watching me impassively. Her short, dark hair is asymmetric, cropped close on one side, splayed down over her ear on the other. She’s wearing her usual — a white, lose blouse and charcoal gray slacks. “You tried to seduce my husband, Kasia. What I’m trying to figure out is, why?”
“Why?” I echo lamely.
“Yes, ‘why.’ Why you thought my husband would cheat on me. Why a cute young girl like you would be interested in an older man. Why you thought he would keep your lark a secret. Why you thought your best friend’s dad, who’s known you since you were yea high, would fall prey to your game? Well, Kasia? Why?”
“I– I wasn’t trying to seduce him,” I say, not really believing my own words.
“Oh?” she says incredulously, taking another step closer, “What then were you doing?”
My gaze is glued to her feet, and my jaw is nearly locked shut. I have to force the words out, and when they emerge, they’re low, barely audible. “I just… I wanted him to think I was sexy. I mean, I–”
She waits for me to finish, and when I don’t, she prompts me, “Yes? You what?”
The silence lingers, begs for me to fill it. “Sorry. I saw him look at me, you know, that way. And I wanted him to know it was ok. That I didn’t mind.”
“This true, Tom?”
I swivel my head up, eyes wide with guilt at exposing him.
Mr. Wilcock just laughs, though. “That did happen, yeah. It wasn’t on purpose. My eye just kind of… snagged, you know? And I felt real guilty that you saw me do that. I was hoping you’d just forget all about it. And then… well, this happened.”
Mrs. Wilcock says, “Kasia’s become an attractive young woman, hasn’t she?”
“She has,” he says.
“But do you think, Kasia, that just because Tom and I have been together for a couple decades, that I’d let my man just go about his day without his balls properly drained?”
“What?” There’s no way I heard that correctly.
“He’s a man, Kasia. And a good looking one, at that. You’re not the first girl to notice, and you won’t be the last. But I make sure his eyes don’t wander, or, given the particulars, that at least that his dick doesn’t. Not thirty minutes before you pulled your little stunt there, Tom’s thick, hard cock had been throbbing in my palms, and his balls had been emptying themselves down my throat.”
My eyes bulge out of my head. “What?”
“It’s true,” Mr. Wilcock says, “Anna is a goddess with her hands. And the rest of it, too.”
“Don’t you forget it, mister,” she laughs along with him.
I feel like I’ve slipped through the looking glass, my attention bouncing back and forth between these two people I thought I knew. “Huh? What?”
Mrs. Wilcock leans in close, her humor gone in a blink. She presses in, pinning me against the wall, her eyes glaring at me from so close I can’t focus. “You’re a pretty girl, Kasia, but nobody fucks my husband without my say-so.”
“I’m sorry!”
“Do you like to fuck, Kasia?”
“What?” I whimper.
“Do you have a lot of sex? A lot of boyfriends?”
“What? No! I’m a good girl, I swear. It was just this once–”
“Forget about Tom there — Mr. Wilcock — for a minute, Kasia. What I want to know is, are you a slut?”
“No! I promise–” My words seize up with a gasp as she grabs my crotch, her fingers digging in through the thin fabric of my yoga pants, groping my pussy.
Breath rushes in and out of my chest, the only sound. Her fingers press into me, untroubled by whether or not they belong there. I don’t want this, or at least I don’t think I do, yet I feel my body open up for her as she rubs my sex. I’m an animal bowing to the whims of the pack leader, my body subservient to her desire. Effortlessly, expertly, she makes me blush with heat, and a moan escapes my parted lips.
I don’t know where this comes from, how I went from one moment guilty to the next horny. Nor do I understand how it’s Mrs. Wilcock making me feel this way, making my skin tingle and my pussy drip. Yes, she’s beautiful, but she’s a woman, and I’m not into women, am I? I push her away, and she gives me what I think I want, pulling her hand off me and stepping back.
I whimper, rubbing my thighs together, desperate to sate the need she spurned in me.
“Look at you, Kasia,” she shakes her head, “You’re too easy. All it took was a little attention, and already you’re losing your mind. Never figured your nerdy ass would be such a slut.”
“I’m– I’m a good girl!” I say.
She chuckles. “Bend over. Show me your ass.”
It’s back, that authority of hers, that pack-leader aspect. I’m thirsty for her approval, longing for her attention. I lean down over the bed, doing exactly what she says. I’m facing Mr. Wilcock, ignoring the amused look on his face.
“So obedient,” Mrs. Wilcock says, squeezing and groping my butt.
I arch my back, push my ass out, eager for her touch. I need her fingers back on my pussy. I’m desperate not just for her touch, but for tacit display that I’m worthy of receiving it. That it’s Mrs. Wilcock — my best friend’s mother — I’m begging for it shames me, and the shame makes me want it more. I moan with pleasure when I feel her hands on my waist, peeling my pants down.
“Good girls wear panties, Kasia.” Her hands slide down my ass and up inside me.
I moan again as she fingers me, feeling my heat surge and drip down my thighs.
“Good girls don’t get eaten out by their friend’s moms.”
And then I feel her tongue slide up my pussy, and the pleasure is too sudden, too intense. I groan and shudder, my legs quivering as the salvo of bliss blasts through me, smiting any last barriers holding ecstasy at bay. Her lips and fingers and tongue caress me perfectly, and I have never needed an orgasm as much I need it right now.
I cry when it ends, when she pulls back. “Please,” I beg.
“C’mere, Tom,” Mrs. Wilcock says, “Give the girl a nice, solid fuck while she tongues my clit.”
I glance up at Mr. Wilcock. He winks at me as he jumps off the bed. And then I have a face full of pussy as his wife leans back against the headboard, legs on either side of me, pants and panties gone, crotch in my face. She’s waxed perfectly smooth, her tan skin taut and firm despite her age.
I’ve never even seen a pussy in real life other than my own, let alone had one shoved in front of me. Yet as her fingers work their way through my scalp and she presses me down into her, I know what to do, sticking my tongue out and licking, licking, licking.
I kiss her pussy lips and suck on her clit and slide my tongue inside her while she watches me with an amused smirk. I’m craving her approval, yearning to give her the sexual rapture she gave me, but while she seems to enjoy what I’m doing, she’s not overwhelmed the way I’d been.
All my concentration is on her, on getting her off, so I tense and my eyes go wide with surprise when Mr. Wilcock’s hard dick shoves its way inside me. I shudder as it stretches me open, wider and wider, deeper and deeper.
“She likes,” Mrs. Wilcock grins, “How’s she feel?”
“Fucking wet,” he groans, his hips rhythmically pumping his shaft in and out of me, “She’s a real fuckin’ treat.”
“Do you need to blow your load? Or think you can hold back?”
Between breaths, he scoffs. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
Mrs. Wilcock shoves me back into her pussy, back into eating her out. I oblige automatically, nothing but a vessel for this couple’s pleasure, a plaything for them to have fun with. I love it, need it, am so powerfully aroused by it.
“Fuck, she’s gonna cum,” Mr. Wilcock grunts, adjusting his tempo, drawing me onto the edge but taking me no further. He pushes his thumb into my ass, and I squirm and buck. Then he slams his hips into me, and his prediction plays out — I climax, an enormous, earth-shattering climax. I grab the sheets as every muscle in my body tenses, my eyes pinching closed, the cock inside me driving powerful waves of bliss into me.
I shudder and collapse onto my side, hair splaying across my face.
When I blink my eyes open, I am presented with a view of Mr. Wilcock kneeling over Mrs. Wilcock, his thick cock skewering her pussy with a strong rhythm. Her pussy lips are stretched open, his shaft is slick with her fluid, his balls swing back and forth between them.
I crawl forward, hypnotized by his sac’s pendulous journey, pressing into her sex over and over again before swinging back. I open my lips, sucking them into my mouth.
“Good god,” he moans, rolling his head back but never faltering in his pace.
It’s not long before I feel his balls tense in my mouth, before I hear his groaning grow in urgency. His hips jerk and his cock throbs, and he cums into his wife’s pussy.
When his shaft springs free, I pull it into my mouth, sucking it clean, before turning and licking up Mrs. Wilcock’s sex and the cum dripping from it.
“She learns quick,” Mrs. Wilcock moans, stroking my cheek. “We might have to fuck her again.”
“Oh, definitely,” Mr. Wilcock says, his hand coming down, making me jolt as he smacks my ass.
I moan in pleasure, basking in their sanction.
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19F - i sold a viideo of me sucking off my ex .. and I secretly enjoyed it ..
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I have never really thought of selling content or anything.. but I had a guy i used to sleep with a lot and we filmed like 2 videos and I filmed myself for him a few times .. and after posting on Reddit … someone messaged me and told me he wanna see it. I told him no but then he offered me some money for it ..
I ended up accepting cause I needed some help… but I felt like I was a cheap whore… specially that I was fully deepthroat ing that guy and my face fully exposed and everything… and then hearing the guy’s comments and knowing he jerked off to it … idk all that felt so wrong and cheap but at the same time I kinda got turned on ..
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The forbidden art of making friends and influencing people Ch1 ([F18/ M35], female POV, school uniform, MDom, bi, oral, orgasm denial, harem, asphyxiation)
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(Feedback and criticism welcome)
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"I don't like it," the taller figure said, crossing their arms and frowning. "It's been hundreds of years since a circle like this has appeared."
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The summoning spell felt as though she was being stretched out like taffy, pulled extremely fast through some unseeable nothingness, or if a very large distance was somehow compressed into a tiny space. There was darkness, a sense of rushing, and the uncomfortable impression that her body was being *poured* into a mould as she took physical form.
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"C'mon, I wanna gooo!" The shorter figure whined, bouncing with barely contained excitement. "I've never been to the Material Realm before!"
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She opened her eyes for the first time, eyelids fluttering as visual stimuli rushed into her brain. A brightly lit, out of focus blur assaulted her fresh senses, causing her to flinch. Gravity pulled at her flesh, causing her to stagger for a moment as she fought against the unfamiliar force. She blinked rapidly to clear her vision, her physical body quickly managing itself automatically as the vertigo faded.
The first thing that caught her attention was herself - the physical parameters the summoner had instructed her form take. She was shorter than an average adult, with toned limbs and lightly tanned skin. Her breasts were of average size - not to small, not too large - and pert and perky, as was her toned ass. Dark hair cascaded around her horns and down between her shoulderblades. Not all of the features had been specified by the spell, and the rest had taken shape from her own self-image. Overall, she was very pleased with her new body, particularly the sensation of mass, of taking up physical space. Her lungs expanded on instinct, drawing in real air through flared nostrils, and she could *feel* it roar inside, filling her lungs. Her lips parted as she exhaled a ragged breath for the first time, feeling the air pushing past her tongue and teeth. Proprioceptive senses called attention to the muscles flowing under her skin as her fingers twitched and her legs made subtle adjustments to keep her balance. Looking down at her body, it seemed the circle had also specified illusory garments to adorn her skin. The mirage clothing was opaque to the eye and moved with her body, but a close look revealed they shimmered and bled into fog at the edges. She 'wore' a white, collared button down shirt and a short tartan skirt. White thigh-high socks stretched up her legs, and her feet were covered in black loafers - though the illusion had problems where they intersected the floor, fuzzing as they tried to form underneath her bare feet but couldn't. In short, her summoner had 'dressed' her in a schoolgirl uniform, the realisation of which brought her back to her purpose here. She smiled slyly, lifting her gaze to the man sitting crosslegged on the floor, hands on his knees as he looked up at her.
He was an adult male in a black shirt and jeans, somewhere between average and skinny build. He wasn't yet middle aged, probably between thirty and forty, with light skin and dark hair that matched hers on his head and chin. He gazed calmly into her eyes from behind plain, black rimmed glasses for a moment before climbing to his feet, putting him a head taller than her.
Her eyes narrowed for a moment, assessing him. There was something off here; he wasn't an old or unattractive man. Not that she was complaining about his looks, but there should be no reason he couldn't find a human lover. Why had he gone to the trouble of learning a dead, forbidden art to bring forth a supernatural partner?
Her eyes flicked around the room, finally seeing the space clearly. They stood in the middle of an apartment lounge, with large windows taking up most of one wall. The view overlooked city lights glittering under a dark sky. Unassuming charcoal furniture and sparse decorations had been pushed to the sides to make room for the summoning circle, which had been painted on a hide placed over the carpet and weighed down with several large crystals. The circle itself had been burnt out by the summoning and its ashen outline glowed dully in the evening light. It was slowly wisping away into smoke, though it would linger for several hours. The crystals had likewise been drained of power and colour, and would over the next couple of days crumble into salt.
Behind him she could see into an open plan kitchen, and over her shoulder was a plain wall with a single locked door. The wall opposite the window was decorated with posters, with an archway in the middle that lead to three closed doors facing each other. The posters were the most prominent decoration in the space, and depicted fictional figures from movies and games.
Though there was far less travel between the nether and material planes in recent centuries, demons were formed from and shaped by the thoughts and feelings of mortals in the Physical Realm, so she was able to grasp the meaning of the pop culture references. A pleased smile spread over her lips as she put the pieces together. *Aaah, a lonely nerd,* she thought, looking back at the man. *Not enough self-confidence to meet a real woman, he's somehow found a summoning spell so he can lose his virginity. I can work with that.*
She could feel a few wisps of lust emanating from him already, his gaze roaming over her body. She sucked in those few tendrils hungrily, noticing that the summoning had stripped her of her Eros reserves. There would be plenty of opportunity to feed that hunger soon, it seemed...
She slowly closed the short distance between them. Her eyes met his with a playful smile, carefully placing her feet to accentuate the sway of her hips.
*He's summoned a lust demon, so he expects sexy, seductive. The summon's made me shorter than him, so he either wants cuteness, or to feel more powerful. Being a nerd, he's probably the meek type in real life, and wants to experience some power play. Act submissive and get his guard down, then hit him when he's weak. Yeah, this is gonna be* fun...
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"I know you haven't, and that's exactly the problem," the more experienced companion explained. "Other circles may have appeared, but none with this level of detail."
The summoning circle glowed gently, bathing the nether in a pale mauve glow. She gestured to the extra sigils decorating the ring, providing modifiers to the summoning spell. "Whoever this caster is, they have an uncommon level of knowledge in this day and age. They've specified what appearance the summoned should take, and they've even made it so that only a 'virgin' succubus can enter."
Despite the younger succubus' youthful appearance, she was of course experienced in carnal pleasures - 'virgin' in this case referred to demons that had never manifested in the Material Realm before. Once far less common, since the age of magic had faded there were many more Netherrealmers who had never held a physical body.
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Stopping just before him, she slid her hands up over his shirt and around his neck, coiling up into his hair. His warm hands wrapped around her waist, the illusion fuzzing where they touched. She couldn't help but let out a real sigh of satisfaction at the sensation of his warm blooded flesh touching hers. There certainly was something to be said for inhabiting a physical form, as the friction of their bodies caused tingles of pleasure to shoot through her. The warmth of his flesh pressed against hers radiated comfort as she leant in to his touch.
"Hello, master," she purred, playing into the role, her nipples beginning to harden as her heart raced with anticipation. "What would you have me do?"
He smiled before speaking, gazing over her face and taking in her features, especially the horns protruding from her scalp.
"Perhaps we should take it slow and start with a kiss?" He leaned in closer, closing his eyes as his lips parted.
She groaned lustily as their lips met, fingers tightening in his hair while their tongues played together. They traded breathy kisses back and forth, running their hands over each other's bodies. She happily shuddered at the sensation of his fingers lightly stroking over her bare back, shocks of pleasure sparking through her skin from his touch, and she kissed him hungrily as she pressed her body against his, aching to feel more.
In return, he pulled her in tighter, his arms clutching her against his chest. His hands roamed over her skin, the illusory clothing fuzzing and re-forming as they passed. One arm wrapped around her torso and up to her shoulder, holding her in place as the other planted itself on her ass, squeezing firmly as he pulled her hips against his.
She shifted to put one of his legs between hers and pressed her wet mound against him, grinding her hips against his thigh. They finally broke the kiss, breathing heavily, and she tucked her dizzy head against his neck as she fought to catch her breath.
*Wow, having a body really does make things more intense... I can see how demons get addicted to this.* The sensations radiating from just having her sensitive lower lips pressed against his leg were very enjoyable. She was very much looking forward to the main course - and speaking of which...
Smirking at him, she pulled back a little, eager to see what he was packing. Her fingers wrapped around his belt buckle, noting the bulge in his pants with glee. She'd only just started undoing his belt however when he grasped her wrists, stilling her motion.
"Wait, not yet." he said softly, and she looked up at him with confusion. She could feel a steady stream of lust washing off of him now, which she eagerly lapped up - careful not to drink too deeply, lest she accidentally extinguish his carnal thirst before she'd had the chance to enjoy herself.
Stepping around her, he took her by the hand and led her through the archway to the right hand door, behind which was a bedroom. It looked like everything was clean and tidy without even any clothing on the floor, suggesting either he was a neat freak or he'd specially cleaned for his summoned guest - a thought that brought the succubus no small amount of amusement.
He lead her to the bed and sat her down, then took her by the shoulders and kissed her again as he lowered her onto the sheets. Pulling back, he ran his gaze over her prone body, tracing his fingers down her neck. He reached out to take hold of her shirt, but his fingers passed straight through the illusion. "Wait, how do I...?" he asked, confusion crossing his brow.
"Allow me," she smirked, reaching down and miming undoing buttons one by one. The illusion moved with her will, producing a convincing if imperfect effect of slowly removing her shirt.
Leaning over her with one hand planted either side of her body, he watched appreciatively as she mimed pulling the shirt apart to expose her bare breasts. The illusion's work done, she let it puff away into mist as he reached out and traced his fingers over her body. She groaned with pleasure as his fingers worked their way down from her collar, the sensation of electrical sparks rocketing delicious tingles across her chest as they circled around the base of her breast, slowly spiraling up around it before they paused just short of the peaked summit. She held her breath with anticipation, her heart thudding in her chest and her eyes fixed on his hand as it stilled, then slowly lowered itself down and drew the pad of his finger over her rock hard nipple. Her head tilted back as she groaned out loud, her back arching eagerly into his touch as his hand splayed and slid back down to encompass her breast. He leaned in to kiss her neck as his hand cupped her sensitive skin, a thumb slowly stroking back and forth over the soft peak, sending pleasure spiking up into her brain. Her thighs began to grind together lustily, hungry for attention.
His lips against her neck were warm and soft, eliciting murmurs of appreciation. One of her hands found its way around his head, caressing his hair as he kissed his way downward. One kiss on her clavicle, once on her pectorals, and then that moist tongue was being dragged up from the base of her breast to wrap its lips around the peak, sucking slightly as he flicked his tongue back and forth over his captive.
"O-oh, ohhh *yesss*," she groaned aloud, her eyes screwed shut, pleasured agony wracking her features. She could practically feel his smile as he pulled back, firmly sucking on her teat until it popped from his mouth, causing her to gasp.
His mouth continued working its way down her body, alternating between his lips and tongue. Her modest chest heaved with heavy breaths as she lifted her head to watch him settle between her legs on the edge of the bed. He lifted her legs, parting them for better access to her wet pussy, and she dismissed the illusory skirt to watch as he smiled at her before lowering his face to her lips.
*Wait,* she thought, *shouldn't I be going down on him?* The situation felt odd, like he was trying to impress her. *Though, I'm not gonna complain, he's -ooOOhgod-*
Her head tipped back, train of thought derailed as his tongue pressed between her sensitive lips, stroking up and down between them before leaning in to plant a kiss on her labia. She whimpered with pleasure as he alternated between the two, slowly working his way up to tease his tongue around her clit. She buried her fingers tightly in his hair as his hands wrapped around her body, holding her waist firmly while tongue lapped up and down her slit. Her body shuddered with need, feeling a tangle of pleasure pulsing in her body as his tongue teased back and forth over her sensitive clit. "Oh, *yes*," she groaned, running her fingers through his hair.
He pulled one hand from her waist and began stroking her lower lips, the gentle touch a counterpoint to his tongue's rough lapping. The other hand stretched up her body to grasp her breast, one finger circling her nipple as his tongue switched to circle her clit. His lower fingers, now wet with her excitement, spread her lips as he slowly drove them inside her, eliciting a fresh round of pleasured groans as they rubbed against her inner walls. They turned and twisted, curving up inside her body to seek out her g-spot.
Most incubi were too focused on their own organs for foreplay like this, so the gentle pleasure was a surprising treat from a man. She could feel a sensation slowly building up behind her clit, the promise of joy and release.
A loud groan escaped her lips, her brow furrowed as the waves of pleasure washed over her, threatening to overwhelm her.
She shuddered, her legs wrapping around his head as his hand around her breast slid down her body to rest over her pelvis. The two fingers inside picked up their pace as the outer hand gently pressed down, pushing her sensitive parts into greater contact with his fingers, causing an even stronger pulse of pleasure to rocket through her body. Her eyes and mouth popped open wide, a look of surprise on her face. Her back arched reflexively as all the muscles in her body tightened for a moment, a tingling sensation washing over her skin and spiking through her thighs.
She was almost lost in her own pleasure, but she could swear her overly-sensitive body felt him smile.
She was constantly moaning now, wails of pleasure as he picked up the pace. His tongue roughly lapped at her clit, and his hands sandwiched her g-spot to put greater pressure on her pleasure points.
She could feel the sensation inside building to a tipping point, the already intense tangle starting to throb and pulse deep inside her.
Her wailing increased in volume and pitch as her body reacted uncontrollably, muscles squeezing tight. This time it was more sustained, her thighs clamping around his head, her pussy clamping down on his fingers, and her fingers clawing into the sheets as she was pushed over the edge. The explosion of sensation overwhelmed her body, all her nerve endings feeling as if they were on fire or being electrocuted, all at once. She lost track of how long she came, his fingers and tongue still stroking as best they could inside her spasming body.
She collapsed, panting, her overstimulated nervous system unable to keep her tensed up even as pleasure still spiked through her lower body from her first physical orgasm, expertly teased from her body by skilled fingers and tongue.
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The younger figure rolled her eyes, tail flicking back and forth. "So he knows a bunch of things! He's probably some crusty old summoner who's spent his whole life researching stuff." She smirked. "That means he's an easy mark. I wanna suck his soul right outta his dick." She put on a coquettish smile, but there was a predatory glint in her eye. "You said that humans hardly know about us any more, right? So once I escape, I can do whatever I want without getting banished~" Her body flushed with excitement at the thought, and she slid her hands over her bare body - until she was interrupted by a slap up the back of her head.
"Not *all* humans have forgotten. And you *might* get banished, but you could also get *exorcised*, and that'll be the end of you. The Material Realm is safer in the modern age, but it's still dangerous for the unwary. *If* you manage to dispose of your summoner, you'll have to be careful. Conserve your Eros, and avoid members of the clergy. Don't call attention to yourself."
Rubbing the back of her head, the younger succubus' scowl turned into a hopeful plea. "’If?’ You mean you're gonna let me go?!"
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It took a number of ragged breaths for her to become aware of her surroundings again, her vision recovering in time for him to lean over her, reaching down to turn her face to his as he kissed her. Her tongue eagerly tangled with his, her juices coating his chin and lips as they made out in her post-orgasm haze.
He suckled on her lip as he pulled away, a self-satisfied look on his face as he exposed her bare body to the cool night air. Her skin tingled, stiff nipples peaking her heaving chest as she watched him reach behind and pull the shirt off over his head.
While he wasn't as immaculately sculpted as the incubi bodies she was used to, he wasn't out of shape. She looked on with appreciation as he undid his belt, sliding his pants down slowly.
*He's certainly knows what he's doing,* she thought. As a seductress, she could spot a certain level of performance in his movements, the way he held his body as he undressed to better show off his form. *And that tongue... Mmmhm. He's had a lot more experience than I assumed. But then, why summon a succubus?* That thought still niggled at her. And the specification for one that had never been to the Material Realm before... Perhaps he liked the way her fresh body reacted to his experience? It was true that, for a time, she would feel things more intensely than someone who had spent time with a physical form. Was that enough reason to summon her, though?
A tuft of close cropped pelvic hair heralded her delight, and she licked her lips in anticipation as he quickly pulled his pants down to reveal the tiniest penis she'd ever seen.
She managed to cover the laugh that reflexively barked from her mouth with a cough, covering her mouth in shock. Her wide eyes fixed on his erect penis as it all suddenly made sense. He noticed her staring, and climbed onto the bed with a pleased smile, maneuvering between her legs.
*Jeeze, poor guy! That's gotta be barely, what, five or six inches? How's he supposed to properly bottom out in a girl with that puny thing?*
But... wait, hadn't she heard that human men were smaller than the incubi she knew? They'd laughed about their three foot cocks dwarfing human ones, so maybe this was normal for a guy?
Still, the shock had washed away the haze of pleasure clouding her mind, letting her think clearly again. Particularly since she wouldn't be able to expect much from his mortal member compared to the otherwordly delights of the Nether, she could finally focus on getting some control over the situation as he took his shaft in hand and guided it toward her wet slit.
She'd let him lead so far, surrendering herself to his pleasure, but if she wanted to break free she'd have to *oh WOW-*
The feeling of his shaft enter her body for the first time crashed her train of thought, her mouth forming an 'o' as she stared down at where their bodies connected.
She might have plenty of experience taking huge, ribbed cocks, but this was a fresh new physical form that had never felt a penis press its cockhead between her lips and slowly penetrate her body. Her head flopped back onto the sheets as he began moving slowly in and out, his upright body grinding his stiff shaft up against her sensitive insides.
*Oh, no no no,* she thought as a new kind of pleasure shuddered through her body in response to his rhythm. *I can't let myself lose control again. He's - fuck -*
The shifting of his body distracted her as he leaned over to kiss her again, her body responding automatically and wrapping her lips around his.
She pressed her hands against his chest and gasped as he planted his hands over her shoulders and his hips ground down into her, stimulating her clit with each thrust.
*Oh, that's not fair,* she thought as bursts of ecstasy radiated from between her thighs. *I can't concentrate like this...*
After warming her up with a few minutes of clit-grinding thrusts, he sat upright again, spreading her legs wide. She panted with lust as he kept screwing her slowly, his erect cock curving up and grinding against her g-spot as he licked his thumb with a self-satisfied smirk. She watched transfixed as his hand lowered down to her pussy and slid between her lips to attack her clit directly. The feeling crackled through her body like lightning, arcing and electrifying her senses as she shuddered with pleasure. That tangle of sensation was already building deep inside her again, and the way he teased her clit in motion with his thrusts was going to make her explode again very soon.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she surrendered to the sensations, her breathing becoming ragged and irregular as she felt the pleasure mounting. He might not have been as big as she'd known, but their bodies grinding against each other felt just as good. The way he worked his hips and hands were worth far more than length and girth, and her hands tightened in the sheets again as she felt him slip out for a moment, before -
Wait. Why wasn't he putting it back in?
Her eyes popped open to find him grinning down at her, his fully erect member throbbing in the air between them.
"W-what?" she mewled, confused, the beautiful moment of her climax ruined. "Don't stop - put it back in!"
"Oh - in?" He pantomimed being confused, taking hold of his penis and grinding the tip between her lips. The teasing elicited a fresh groan of excitement from her, needing him to ram it home hard and deep. "What's the magic word?"
What? Magic word? What was he on about? He was the summoner, not her, how was she supposed to - oh, of course -
"*Please,*" she groaned, stressing her need, even though she knew the moment had already passed. "*Please* put it back in!"
When he promptly plunged inside her, the sensation caused her to gasp. It wasn't quite as powerful as the first time he'd entered her, but it was still intense - though nowhere near as good as when she'd been about to cum.
It seemed her earlier assessment had been correct: he wanted to feel like he had power over someone. It was important that she keep playing into the role to let him *think* he was in charge.
"Thank you, master," she purred, masking her irritation over the ruined orgasm. Instead, she sat up so she could draw him in for a long, deep kiss as he began driving himself inside her again. Pleasure rippled out from her groin, causing her to moan into his mouth.
If it wasn't for the fact she had to temporarily sate this man's ego in order to cum, she'd think she was in heaven right now.
She put on her best piteous face as she groaned with need. Between his thumb and his cock, her body was in a constant state of being stimulated and had quickly recovered from his cruel ordeal.
As she felt her pleasure slowly building to a peak, she suddenly worried that he'd try and deny her again. She locked eyes with him for a moment, his piercing gaze drinking in every expression, delighting in her pleasure. She averted her gaze, biting her lip. She couldn't let him know how close she was. Out of the corner of her eye however, she saw his lips twitch into a grin and cursed her indiscretion.
"Please, master," she groaned breathily, attempting to pre-appease him. "Don't stop. I need to cum...!"
"Don't... stop?" His motions slowed as he faked confusion again, making her heart drop. *Please, not again!*
She redoubled her efforts, trying to grind her hips against his. "*Please,* master, I need it! You make me feel so *good!*"
She didn't have to play at that part. The way he rocked his hips made the base of his shaft grind against her opening, causing the tip to swirl around inside her depths, hitting all her unstimulated nerve endings and setting off fireworks inside her.
"Oh, do you now?" His pace picked back up, and her fears were briefly allayed until he spoke again, smirking. "But... What do *I* get out of it?" His pace slowed a little - not enough to completely kill her pleasure, but putting that tantalising peak frustratingly out of reach.
She gritted her teeth, her brow creasing with the effort of trying not to let the irritation show on her face. She was so close! Just a little longer...!
Her mind raced trying to think of something he'd like. "Um, I'll... let you cum inside me?" she said hopefully. She wouldn't have cared if he had, but she knew mortals made a big deal about it.
"Oh? I thought I'd be doing that anyway. But... if you promise...?"
She agreed instantly, eager to keep him satisfied. "Yes! Yes, I promise, master, just *please* don't stop," she begged, wrapping one hand around his neck as she gasped with need.
The concession seemed to appease him, and he turned his attention to perfecting the pounding of her pussy and grinding of her clit.
She let out a groan of satisfaction as she congratulated herself on her masterful negotiations, giving up something she didn't care about for the thing she desperately needed. Her moans began building higher again, louder and louder as her anticipation grew. After being denied and teased over and over the sensation was overpowering, her body desperate to cum before he changed his mind.
Blessedly, he didn't stop this time and instead - as her voice raised to a shriek, fingers digging into his neck, legs clamping around his waist - he kept pounding into her, driving even more pleasure into her needy pussy. She screamed as she came, having to grab his arm to keep his thumb off her clit as the sensation became too much to bear, but she couldn't stop his hips slamming into her sensitive lips. His cock ground *deep* inside her with each thrust causing her pleasure-hungry pussy to melt. Her eyes fluttered as her pleasure centers went into overdrive, the feeling overwhelming her as she wailed. She tried to stop him slamming inside her, but she might as well have been trying to hold back an avalanche.
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[S/S] Yes, I am real, and I really was just spit-roasted by my trans-sister and our boyfriend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Are you real?!?!?!?!?!?!?
I get asked that a lot. Yes. I am real.
I am a hyperactive young woman with a CrAzY sex drive, a gorgeous trans sister that I FUCK and we have an amazing boyfriend!!!!!!!
I used to shove all kinds of things inside myself to quench my thirst for dick but only real dick helps!!!!!!!!!!
We are both dating him and we love him and he gets to make super fun love to us both with his ginormous dick whenever he wants!!!!!!!!!!!!
This morning, his big ol' dong was all up inside my vajayjay and my sister's perfect medium sized dick was in my mouth. They railed me hard and both came in me!!!!!!!!!!!
BTW, my sister cannot get me pregnant, but I am trying to have Jeff's babies!!!!!! We all want this, and I want it SO BADLY!!!!!!!! I have stopped drinking and smoking and drinking coffee (grrrrrr) because I want to make beautiful and healthy babies. Our family knows we both are in a relationship with Jeff but they don't know that we have kooky fun ahhhhh-mazing incest together!!!!!!!
I am not pregant yet, as far as we know. Jeff and my sister have stopped drinking and given up coffee too, to be supportive. Neither of them smoke but I feel like Jeff would look appropriate with a cigar but he doesn't have any interest in that. He loves tiny cups of ridiculously strong coffee (I know it's called espresso but I prefer my way). He also speaks Italian and it makes me horny AF when he does.
TBH, I am always horny AF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just got home and hope one of them arrives soon because I need some DICK!!!!!!!!!!!!
If you haven't noticed I am sort-of a crazed little sexaholic sex monkey!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bye
I might be a little too excitable for some people and I understand.
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The weekend before my world fell apart
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This isn't easy to write but I need to right it before I write about other adventures we had.
That weekend Anna decided we should have a weekend where it was just us, no hard fucking with others, block out the outside world and make love all weekend. Not an unusual thing, we had done it countless times before, it was our way of showing that, despite all the various partners we had during our adventures, we were still very much in love with each other. We didn't talk about our adventures we talked about us. We packed her son off to her mom's and closed the blinds to block out the world. We took the phone off the hook but kept her sons phone turned on in case her mom needed to talk to her. (we kept his phone with us). We lit candles in the evening around the house to make it more romantic.
Friday evening we began with mutual massage time, taking it in turns to gently reconnect with each others bodies it was our way of rediscovering every curve, every sensitive spot without making the massage sexual, in fact these Friday nights we would never have sex, after the massage we would curl up on the sofa and watch a couple of movies with a glass of wine, holding each other until we finally went to bed. Even bed time was all about holding and kissing each other, I guess we both fought to keep ourselves from being turned on and yet we were turned on because of the massage, and gentle kisses we had done.
Saturday we showered together in the morning and ate breakfast, as she began cleaning the table I took her hand and kissed it, "Johnny what would we do if we didn't have each other" She said, this had been the first time she had ever asked the question. Stupidly I told her we would be together forever. She smiled and sat on my knee and we began to kiss, the kiss was loving not passionate. As we kissed I took her in my arms and carried her to the bedroom, I laid her gently on the bed and began to kiss her body all over. I told her that this weekend was all about her and her pleasure and she smiled, closed her eyes and slightly parted her legs, I kissed my way down to her pussy, I loved her pussy it was pretty to look at and now with a piercing adorning it it was even prettier and more sensitive, Whenever I went down on Anna I took my time, I made it last licking and sucking her pussy til my mouth and tongue could lick no more, then slowly I would penetrate her, feeding my cock into her inch my inch letting enjoy it as it went inside her. I began moving inside of her slowly and softly kissing her nipples, I pulled my cock all the way out of her, and then just used the head of my cock to push just into the entrance and pull out again, she loved this because it made her cum, so I knew that for as long as I could do it she would have orgasm after orgasm. She had already cum from my mouth and tongue many times and now she was still having orgasms. Strange but when we made love she never ever squirted, maybe because of the tenderness or the moment. sure she leaked a little but nothing like she did when we were fucking.
Anna was always in control of our love making, changing the speed of me and also telling me if she wanted me deep or just at the edge. She had a knack of being able to keep me hard throughout, even after I had cum she always managed to keep my cock hard. Watching her expressions was always a turn on, her smile, her eyes giving away how much pleasure she was getting, I was like a pleasure giver to her in a way. Completely under her control always waiting for her to say "NOW" because that was the word that told me it was my turn to cum, I would increase the pace yet still keeping in slow and soft, never pounding her. and whereas before my cock was in her but there was no body contact she like our bodies to be melted together for my orgasm, she would wrap her legs around me, pull my mouth to hers and kiss me passionately, her breath forcing it's way into my mouth, until finally and usually together we would cum. Today was different, today she cried as we came, today she was more emotional, she held me tight, tighter than I have ever known but I liked it, I like the fact she was locking us together. I remember it was light when we had started and it was now growing dark outside. We eventually separated our bodies and as Anna went to run a bath for us both I went and lit the candles. We always washed each other when we had a bath or shower, and kissed wherever we wanted, again she began to cry, and she was clingier than she usually was. The night was eventually finished with us making love again and this time we fell asleep in each other's arms.
Sunday followed the same pattern until her son came home. Sunday night we made love and that brings me round to the point of this story.
On Monday morning I made love to her one more time before she got ready for work, again she cried, she had me promise I would love her forever a vow I was happy to make and have continued to this day.
She left the house at 8.30, just after 9.30 I saw her GF Dale walking up the drive, she looked upset. I opened the door and she put her arms around me, "She's gone Johnny, Anna has gone" I didn't understand, we went inside and she sat me down and told me Anna had died. It felt like my heart was being ripped out of my body, I wailed, I screamed, I got angry. When I learned what had happened especially at that time of the morning my anger only increased. Full praise to Dale she was brilliant, she would stay with me to help me through and help plan the funeral arrangements. Right then I couldn't ask for a better friend. That is the day I lost her,
We always said that if we got a chance we would share our stories with people who were like us, sexually free, sexually open and sexually adventurous. That's why we kept journals of everything we did. There are so many stories to tell you, but something told me I should put this one out there maybe as a way to show people no matter what your lifestyle is, the most important thing is to love that one person who makes your world complete, life is short but love is eternal.
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Tournament Season [MF] [Slow Build] [Creampie]
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This is a fairly long story. As is with all my longer stories they do not seem to format correctly to fit inside one post. The completion of the story will be found in the comments.
It was the beginning of May, and my third season as a golf professional. My job was to teach the golf swing to the most un-athletic people imaginable or so it seemed. Many of my current and past students were of the older variety, when I say old I mean to say as we do in the profession, "the average age is dead". I was just arriving at the range and planning my first full day of the season. By scanning the schedule, it appeared as though it would be another one of those dull days with students that think that golf comes by osmosis.
Then I noticed a new student on the schedule, at least she was new to me. "Amy - 12:45". The schedule gave no information as to the student's general description; I disregarded this as just another lesson.
The first two lessons seemed to move very slowly. The season was only beginning; I was thinking I should have chosen another profession. At 12:25, our pro shop attendant informed me that Amy was ready on the driving range. I slowly made my way up to the range dreading the next few hours. When I arrived, one of the prettiest sights I have ever seen greeted me. Hitting balls in the teaching area was the most beautiful woman. She was at least 5'7'', and in the best shape of any human, I have ever seen.
As I approached Amy, I also discovered she was wearing a very short skirt and a sleeveless top, which very nicely accentuated her perfect breasts. I introduced myself and found that she was a very avid golfer, and was looking to improve in some small areas in order to qualify for the U.S Women's Open. She had the sectional qualifier in 3 weeks. Amy had been one hell of a college player but was new to this area; she had just transferred with her work, she had yet to find an instructor she felt comfortable working with. I could only hope she would be comfortable working with me, since there seemed to be an absence of a ring on her finger. I told her to hit a few balls and we would see what needed to be improved. I was thinking absolutely nothing needed improvement.
As the lesson progressed, I was working on making a few slight changes at the top of her backswing. This required that I stand behind her in order to show her the correct position. I also noticed by standing in this position with her body twisted in this manner I had a very nice view of her breasts or more accurately her erect nipples. They were slightly larger than half dollars and pointing upwards toward the sky. At this vision, I began to get a very embarrassing erection. Amy continued with the lesson as if nothing had happened. I myself have never had the opportunity to teach such a lovely being and felt quite overwhelmed with the opportunity.
The rest of the hour passed without any more out of body experiences. After the lesson was over, I scheduled Amy for her next lesson the following week on Wednesday at 12:30. As it turns out, Amy was taking lessons during her lunch hour; she was a computer programmer at a local marketing company. The rest of the first day of the season went on uneventfully. I left work around six with the thought of Amy and her perfect body engraved in my brain.
As the week went on, I could not keep my mind on my work. Amy was a major distraction, a good distraction at that. She had the most killer eyes, eyes that could sweep you away with their deep blue sparkle. I had to find a way to interact with her on a less than professional basis. The only problem was that work had a strict rule about mingling with our students. This, I thought could very well be the end of my career unless I could get control of my emotions.
On Wednesday morning, I found myself dressing up a little more than usual for work. One of our major clothing companies had given me their latest clothing designs to wear for the season. I figured this would be the most opportune time to break it out. I had noticed Amy wearing some of the newest fashions from the same company, perhaps this would be a way to bring up a discussion about things other than her grip. As it turned out Amy had to call and cancel, something about a major computer glitch at work that would keep her busy until later in the evening. She had left a number with the receptionist asking that I call her as soon as I had the chance. I finished my 11:30 lesson and went into the office to call her. She sounded very cheerful on the phone, she said she was happy that I called; she needed to take a break. We spoke for about five minutes discussing how her practice had been going. At the end of the call, I told her I would be more than happy to give her a lesson later on that evening. Apparently, her practice had not been going well. She now had a problem getting comfortable with her new down swing move. Amy said she would love to do a lesson; the only problem was that she would not be done with work until 7:00. I had lessons scheduled until 5:30, but had plenty of behind the scenes work to do, so I told her to meet me at the clubhouse at 7:00.
As the afternoon wore on, I began to look forward to my last lesson of the day. At first, I was disappointed that I had to wait so long to see Amy. I also was very distant with my last few lessons. Somehow, I am not sure they received their monies worth.
At 7:00, I went into the pro shop just in time to see Amy walking down the path towards the door. She had on those pants that only come down just past the knee, they looked to be extremely tight showing off her curves in all the right places. I couldn’t help by ponder which body part of hers is my favorite. She walked in the front door and had that cheerful smile plastered on her face. It may have been the most infectious smile I have ever seen. I greeted her and told her to hang out for one second while I locked the doors then we would head up to the range. As she waited, she began telling me how hard her work had become and that she was not sure if she could get enough practice time in to be worth her while. As we started out the door, it began to rain. The clouds looked dark and gloomy. Amy said she did not feel like practicing today and wanted to know if I would be interested in catching a bite to eat with her. She said she had something she wanted to go over with me. Fortunately, there was a local tavern just around the corner from the golf course. It is not the ideal place for a first date, but is a good place to take someone to discuss certain things, business or otherwise. I offered to drive which she had no problems agreeing with since she was new to the area. As we began our journey to the car, the rain really began to pour. I told Amy to wait at the clubhouse while I ran out to the car. Amy asked if it would be Ok if she changed clothes before we went to dinner. I said fine, I would pick her up in front of the clubhouse in five minutes.
Continued in comments.
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Tied up and Bred
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Let me preface this by saying my husband has my consent to wake me up for sex, along with other things described in this post. Also this is the first time I'm posting content like this, so feedback is welcome.
The other night I went to bed before my husband did. A little later I was woke up to a hand over my mouth and a knife at my throat. "Don't fight me and I won't hurt you" he said. Almost instantly turned on, i went with it. The knife was then moved from my throat and the t-shirt and panties I was wearing was cut off my body. I was flipped over onto my back where the masked man above me worked quickly to tie my hands behind my back and my legs apart.
All the while he was talking about having been stalking me for months. Following me and had been checking my trash for feminine products. As the rope binding my hands was knoted tight, he revealed his true intentions. He had started to track my cycles and knew I wasn't on birth control. This masked man was about to fuck me raw and breed me. He talked about how my body was obviously built for breeding and how he couldn't wait to see me carrying his child. As he sucked on my tits he was telling me how he couldn't wait till I was kicked out because of having a strangers baby.
I of course was extremely wet at this point but in keeping with the spirit of the role play I begged him to stop. The knife was then placed back at my throat as he told me to shut the fuck up. I kept quiet as he ran the knife down my body and began teasing my clit with the handle. When he noticed how wet I was he began telling me what a dirty slut I was before he pulled his dick out and plunged inside me. I begged him to pull out as he roughly fucked me so I wouldn't end up pregnant, but I was once again told to shut up, I was his to breed... and he filled my pussy full of his cum. After untying me he pulled me close stroking my hair and told me what a good little breeding slut I was for taking his seed.
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[B/S] Twins 34 last family holiday together (part 2)
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So we lay on the bed together naked for about an hour, just holding each other close and kissing, before returning to the shower yet again together. At this point we had decided to head out to get some food at a restraunt as a couple, so we would get dressed up in some nice clothes. I chose a nice shirt with trousers and a shirt and sister chose a beutiful black dress, sexy underware, heels and then did hair and make up.
We head out and find this great little place to eat, we order food and drink and just sit there and chill for a couple of hours and enjoy the moment where everybody around thinks we are bf/gf not b/s. once we finish our food and are just finishing up our drinks my sister starts to get naughty, she starts by removing one of her heels and rubbing her foot against my leg, each time getting a little higher. Before long she is rubbing against my cock with her bare foot, im getting harder and harder. We decide we need to leave, pay the bill and head out. Outside the restraunt we find a narrow doorway and begin to kiss (at this point we both know what we really want) we walk back to our resort.
Back at the hotel, we step into the lift and as the doors close, neither of us can keep our hands off each other, shes looking at me and im looking at this beautiful young lady. In the lift she has her hand down my trousers and my hand is upher dress, pulling her thong too 1 side as i start to insert a finger. We walk along the coridoor towards the room, just hand in hand, i open the door and let sister in 1st, as i enter the room and turn to lock the door and then turn back to enter the room my sister blocks my path and pins me against the door, "i want your cock so bad inside of me right now baby" she mutters under her breath as we carry on kissing and touching each other. Slowly we mover towards our bed. She breaks off and grabs towels and lays them on the bed.
Within a few seconds we are both naked and on the bed kissing, sister gets into a position to start sucking me off as i start to eat out her already wet pussy, we moan and groan together as the passion heats up. Finally she gets up and slowly slides down on my hard cock and holds for a few seconds before she starts to ride me sometimes slowly and then fast as she just keeps going, her breasts just bouncing away in my face. She moans real loud as my hard cock slips out of her and she squirts
over me and the the towels, imediately she gets back on and keeps going, soon i feel like im about to cum, but before i can say anything i blow inside her, as we break we kiss. But my cock still hard and inside her shes caught her breath and then starts going again, in a few minutes we both cum together.
This time she gets off, im thinking that as much as i love it i done and shes cum twice surely she must be done now too, we just lay there kissing for around 10 minutes, then she starts to rub my cock and im getting hard again and just like before she gets back on top and slowly slides on my cock, 3 times in a row, we have never been like this before. Again she just starts going for it fast/slow/fast again letting
out another loud groan after a few minutes just before i cum yet again. sister "oh my god you are so amazing i have never felt like this before" breathing so heavy as she climbs off me he hair is a mess and her makeup is starting to run she just lies on her back "thank you so much" i just say that i enjoy every moment with her and she doesnt have to thank me especially when she did all the work.
Finally we move and grab another shower, clear the towels off the bed and lay on the bed naked in each others arms as we slowly drift off to sleep.
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Unknown Things Lurking in the Water Part 4 [F+18-19/M 45-55] [Alien][ScFi][Bondage][Exhib][Anal][fist][mc]
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*Part 1, 2, 3 in profile, pinned.*
She woke in the blazing midday sun, nestled amongst the pine needles next to her clothes. Her phone buzzed angerly in the pile. She reached for it, groggy and delirious. “Hello…” she said hoarsely. “You know we don’t make you pay rent on break or expect much. But just taking off for 2 days without a word is ridiculous Katie!” her mother was practically screaming on the phone. “I like Megan and I don’t care if you guys want to catch up over break, just let us know so we don’t get worried. Now when are you coming home? You have work tomorrow, remember?” Katie was trying to process everything, shocked when her mother had said 2 days. Katie stammered an apology and promised she’d be back after work, her and Megan were going to spend another day together and she’d go to work from her house. She hung and sighed, falling back on the soft grass. She scrolled through her phone, finding a dozen texts from Megan: “Hey, ur mom is pissed! Told her u r here…” … “where r u? I didn’t think we had to cover anymore.” … “Katie, seriously…I mean it’s no big deal if you’re out for a guy, just let me know so I can get the story straight.” “This better be a damn good story girl…” they continued just like that. Katie looked at her clothes. She certainly couldn’t go home in her PJs. She looked at her phone. She hit send and called Megan. It took her several minutes to get her best friend to shut up, telling her that she needed some clothes. She gave Megan directions and waited.
“Jesus Fucking Christ, Katie! You go wild in just a few semesters?” for the first time, Katie remembered she hadn’t bothered to dress. Megan had walked down the path and found her lying completely naked in the afternoon sun. She turned to her friend but before she could say a word, “Damn, let me know who the doc is that did those. Can’t even see the scars. They look great on you, just right.” She looked down, remembering only then the lingering effects the creature had on her, though apparently 2 whole days with it had a much more profound effect than the earlier times. Katie took a deep breath, not sure how to explain anything to her friend. “Look, don’t freak out. Everything is OK…but maybe it’s best to show you rather than describe it. Fuck I don’t even know if I can describe it…” she trailed off, leaving Megan with a confused look on her face. Katie got up and went to the water’s edge, she had no idea what this would be like since the effects from the last hadn’t worn off. She dove in the water and waited.
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*Megan watched as her friend dove into the water and swam out to the middle. Katie floated on her back, waiting as Megan looked on a bit confused. It wasn't long until she felt the embrace of her unknown lover. Again, it wrapped around her legs, pulling her up from the water. Her legs were parted, her back arched as the thin appendages crept towards her. Megan was wide eyed and speechless from the bank, watching as the thing began to violate her friend. She couldn't process what she was seeing, watching as the thing grew in size. The two appendages swelling to something the size of the men Megan had fucked in the past, moving in and out of her friend. It turned Katie, facing her towards the bank like it could sense there was an audience. It continued to swell and grow, to Megan's astonishment. At one point, it pulled out. Both of the appendages slick and shiny in the afternoon sun. It grew even more, both appendages the size of softball bats. It began to lower Katie onto the massive shafts, both her cunt and ass stretching around the things...*
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“Katie...Katie…KATIE!” the girl stirred as Megan shook her. She pushed up, finding herself on the bank with the same delirious feeling and euphoria coupled with the absolute exhaustion. “KATIE WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” Megan asked, wide eyed and a bit panicked. “That…that thing fucked you!” Katie smiled weakly. “Seriously Katie, what the fuck?” Katie took a deep breath and began to tell Megan the story. About that first day weeks ago, when the thing had first grabbed her and taken her. “I can’t even describe how it feels…it’s just the best orgasm ever. The things it does to my mind. It’s like the best high when it has you. How long was it?” she asked Megan. Megan looked at her watch, “It was four hours!” she said shocked. Katie’s eyes went a little wide, always curious how long these moments really lasted. Realizing this was likely a shorter period than she had experienced previously. She continued, describing the effects and the things she had done. “I don’t know, I just felt the need to be fucked and I went out.” Megan was speechless for a minute then, “Wait…so how many of those bikers did you fuck?” Katie shrugged, “It started with 3. I don’t know how many after, at least a dozen. It lasted hours. I just had to. This thing just makes me crazy.” She noticed Megan staring at her chest. “Yeah, that too…” she grinned. She bit her lip and took Megan’s hand. The girls had fooled around before when bored. She brought Megan’s hand close to her breast and gave her a look. Megan hesitated, then lightly touched Katie’s engorged breast. Almost instantly Katie’s body quivered as she let out a loud moan. Megan pulled back; a bit shocked. “Did..did you..just…” Katie only nodded, catching her breath. The girls sat silent for a period.
Katie broke the silence, “Remember that time we got really high and played?” she blushed red a bit, remembering that first lesbian experience they had shared shortly after graduation before they went to college. Megan had discovered just how much she loved women and had had a string of male and female hookups throughout her first year at a college. She just nodded, “I’m going to need something tonight. You can drop me off at a bar or we can go back to your place…I remember how good that tongue is.” She smiled wickedly at her best friend. Megan bit her lip and blushed, “Well my mom is out of town for the week; my stepdad is working graves this week. We’d have some time…”
The girls wasted no time heading home. Megan kept shooting curious glances at Katie as they made their way down the path to Megan’s car. Each step, each brush of fabric against her sensitive breasts leaving her panting, moaning, and gasping. Her cotton shorts had a very visible wet spot. Finally, they made it to Megan’s car. Before even pulling away, Katie had already leaned her seat back. She kicked her shorts off and lifted her top, breathing a sigh of relief. “Damn girl, just a bitch in heat, huh?” Megan quipped. Katie said nothing, already moaning as her hand went between her legs. “Make a mess and you’ll clean it up…” Megan has always had a bit of a dominant streak and the way she said it just pushed Katie over the edge. The girl writhed in the seat, her fingers slick, as she closed her eyes. She really didn’t give a fuck if anyone could see her at this point.
It was dark enough when they got to Megan’s that Katie didn’t even bother putting her clothes back on. The neighbors were far enough away it didn’t matter. They went to Megan’s room where Katie collapsed on the bed. “It really fucks you up that much, huh? That thing?” Katie only nodded, exhausted, horny, desperate. Her eyes pleading and begging. She was hungry, aching for more like those other nights. Megan rummaged in her drawer and pulled out a joint and a lighter, she cracked her window and lit it. Taking a long puff before passing it to Katie. It was the good stuff, the high only adding to Katie’s lingering euphoria. Her hand went back between her legs, lazily teasing herself as Megan watched. She took the joint back from Katie for another puff and got up to lock her door. She went to her closet and pulled out a small black backpack and brought it to the bed. Katie eyed it curiously as she took another hit. Megan began to strip, giggling as she eyed her best friend. “I still think you’re the best pussy I ever had…” Katie parted her legs, “Always a good girl…” Megan purred. Katie was a natural submissive and the confidence and almost cockiness Megan was showing drove her wild. Both had come a long way in their first year at a college. Megan dove in, Katie made no effort to stay quiet. Megan knew just the right spots and Katie’s recent encounters and the lingering effects only made it better. Her back arched and toes curled as Megan’s tongue and fingers explored and caressed her most intimate areas. Before long, Megan paused and repositioned, straddling Katie’s face before resuming her attentions. The room filled with the pleasurable moans of both girls as they eagerly tasted the other. Their bodies glistened with sweat as they enjoyed each other and lost track of time. Finally, Megan rolled over, breathing heavily trying to catch her breath. “Fuck…I’ve never cum like that. I can only take so much.” She looked at her friend, hand back between her legs. “You really can’t stop, can you?” Katie shook her head, unable to find the words. Megan sat up and reached for the backpack.
She dumped it out and the contents made Katie pause. Toys, dildos, restraints, a gag and several bottles of lube. Megan smiled wickedly, “I got some things over the school year.” She picked through the pile, pausing at each. She picked up several pairs of hand cuffs and looked at Katie. She didn’t need much prodding, allowing Megan to cuff her hands to the headboard. Megan picked up a wand, hopping off the bed to plug it in. She pressed it against Katie’s clit, her eyes rolling back in her head and body bucking. Megan picked up the bottle of lube and poured a generous amount on her friend’s mound and the toy. “You know there’s a lot of things I’ve wanted to try, just haven’t found a girl daring enough to be my toy…” she said, grinning. “…until now.” To Katie’s surprise she began to press the head of the wand past her lips, stretching her and driving her wild with the sensation of the wand head actually inside her. She left the wand inside Katie and went back to her closet. “I got this as a joke, no one has ever taken the whole thing. I’ve made a few fuck or lick the tip…” she was stroking a 14” black strap on. “After watching that thing fuck you today, those things were twice the size of this. So, I think you’ll do just fine.” Katie was writhing on the bed, half listening as the orgasms washed over her. All she really paid attention to was the massive phallus in her friend’s hands.
Megan had her turnover, propped on her knees. A pair of silk scarves pulled her ankles out and secured them to the bed posts. Katie was moaning and panting, the wand still buried in her cunt. “This thing really fucked with you, huh? Never figured you for such a whore, Katie…” Megan mused, pouring some lube on her hand. She started with two fingers, easing into Katie’s puckered ass. “For the size of those things, you’re pretty tight.” Megan said. “Do you know just how big those things were?!” Katie shook her head, her back arched as she enjoyed the moment. Megan began to finger her ass, both girls delirious in the moment as they embraced their depravity. She eased another finger in, feeling Katie stretch as her friend strained against the restraints. Her toes curled as Megan began to fist her, Megan grinning as she felt another orgasm rip through her.
As Megan continued to fist her friend, she picked up the strap on and tossed it at Katie’s bound hands. “Get that nice and wet…” Katie wasted no time, getting it in a position she could start to suck the tip of the monster. Megan was enjoying herself, fingering herself with one hand as she violated Katie with the other. Katie was moaning and panting like a whore, absolutely in heaven. She had lost count of how many times she had cum. Megan grabbed her by the hair and forced her down on the thick dildo, making her choke and gasp as her face turned red. Finally, she let her friend up for air. “Ready to take it?”. Still coughing, Katie could only nod. Megan climbed off the bed and put on the harness. She took the spit covered plastic cock and fitted it on before grabbing the rest of the lube and pouring it on the shaft. She pulled the wand out of Katie’s pussy, giving her a break but keeping it close by.
She got in position behind Katie, teasing her friend as she pressed just the tip inside her. Katie moaned weakly, so exhausted from the day she was having. “Nice and slow? Or you just want to take it?” Megan grunted, easing a bit more in. “Just fuck me….” Katie managed to spit out. Megan grinned wickedly, yanking Katie’s head back by her hair. As Katie’s head jerked back, Megan thrust and began to bury the thick phallus inside her friend. Katie’s body bucked and quivered, her eyes rolled back, “FUUUUUCCCKKKKK!” she screamed. She had vague recollections of how thick and large that thing was when it grew inside her, but she had never truly felt it. The thing and it’s effects always took her with ease, her ass and pussy stretching with ease and taking it all. And she never felt sore after, she was never gapped or stretched. Despite Megan’s efforts to stretch Katie, she was still tight. A curious effect of the thing in the water. There was so much pain as she stretched to take the toy but it only made her cum more. Tears rolled down her cheeks as Megan continued, “Fuck you’ve become such a whore Katie….” Megan purred, enjoying both of her toys. As she began forcing more of it inside her friend, Katie found herself seeing stars, getting dizzy. Her body went limp and Megan let her head go. She grabbed Katie’s hips and really began to fuck Katie, sodomizing her friend hard and fast.
Katie began to stir awake, not knowing how long she had been out. Megan was still fucking her, moaning and grunting as she finally got a chance to really let loose on a submissive. The college girls were such pussies. She picked up the wand, shoving it roughly back into Katie’s cunt as her friend yelped and moaned. Katie was wild with lust, her head spinning from all the sensations. Completely losing herself as she allowed Megan to continue. The sheets were soaked from Katie’s cum and the lube dripping out of her ass. She was an absolute mess. She had no idea how long Megan continued but finally there was a moment she paused. Katie could feel her weight shift as Megan climbed off. Katie realized the dildo, all 14” was still buried in her. The wand still going inside her pussy. Megan got herself in a position at Katie’s head. Katie could smell her friend’s arousal, see how wet her pussy was. Megan wasted no time, grabbing Katie’s hair and pulling her to her dripping cunt. Katie eagerly lapped. Her mouth was like cotton and her friend’s pussy at least got her tongue wet. Megan began to grind her hips, pressing herself into Katie’s lips and waiting tongue. Both were moaning heavily as Katie brought her friend to climax, her face glistening with Megan’s pleasure.
Megan climbed off the bed and gave Katie a kiss on the cheek. “Fuck, now I need to get fucked…” she mused. She grabbed her cellphone and thumbed through it. “Who the fuck do I know at 2 am?” Katie wasn’t surprised by the time, like all the other moments she had experienced her body seemed to be an endless well of lust. She had no limits, not while it’s effects still lingered. Megan’s phone chimed and Megan lit up with a smile, “Fuck, John has such a great cock…” she looked down at Katie, “I’m going to get what I need. I’ll be back in the morning. Probably best to keep you like this, it’s what you need. Isn’t it? Besides, I don’t think you want me to let you run loose back to those bikers…” Katie nodded, only half listening and confused as to what she really needed. But Megan wasn’t wrong. Better to be bound here, with the wand. She could hear Megan walk away, could hear the door close. She was so exhausted she found herself nodding off, even with the toy in her ass and the wand inside her. She slept restlessly, each orgasm nudging her awake. She barely heard the door open, in her daze thinking Megan was back. “Fuck, Katie. What kind of game are you girls playing?” it was Megan’s step-dad, John…
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[S/S] [Cf/cm] Our cousin came over again and really crazyyy things happened!!!!!
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I haven't even been to sleep yet and work is going to suck but that's ok!!!!!
Last night our cousin came over because we invited him to hang out. My sister, Jeff and I had been exchanging super-horny texts all day and we decided that we wanted to play truth or dare again!!!
So, we had some Patron and were laughing when I said, "I dare you to suck my sister's dick!!!"
His eyes got wide, and he got all nervous and said, "If I do, will you suck mine again???"
Jeff already said I could, but my sister goes "Honey, if you suck mine, I'll suck yours."
He was sitting on the couch and just whipped his dong, out and my sister started sucking it slowly and moaning. Jeff lifted me onto the counter, pulled up my skirt and started fucking me (so gooood) while she sucked him!!!!!!!
He came and she swallowed!!! Then my sister sat next to him and pulled her dick out as we watched. She waggled it at him and was like "Come on Honey. Give mama what she needs."
Jeff and I went berserk, and he started sucking her cock like a mad man!!!!!!!
My sister and I started chanting "Suck it!" over and over and Jeff bounced me around on the counter!!!!!!!!!!
She shoved his head down when she came, and he swallowed her load!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ugh!!!!! I came like crazy when that happened and so did Jeff!!!!!!!!!
The really funny part was we all played Monopoly like normal people after that.
I asked Jeff if he would suck our cousin's dick, but he said no. He only sucks my sister's!!!! He is the greatest boyfriend a little sex monkey like me could ever have!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Our cousin asked if he could kiss my sister and I goodnight, but Jeff said no. We were glad because we did not want to kiss him. Then we kissed each other a lot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bye
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The hot nurse [MF]
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I fell while rock climbing in Arizona a few days into the New Year. I broke my hip and pelvis and required immediate surgery and then a second surgery a few weeks later. I had a wheelchair and crutches. They said it was a combination of the medication and trauma, but I had zero libido and couldn’t get a hard on for weeks during my treatment. I didn’t have the desire for awhile but then I noticed that I didn’t wake up with a hard on in the morning like I usually do.
The second stay in the hospital, I had a hot, curvy nurse who wore tight scrubs. She had curly blonde hair and a big booty. She asked me like 30 questions and one of them was about pain when urination and ejaculation. They took me off a stronger NSAID because it was causing burning urination and probably other issues. I told her I was starting to feel more normal again since stopping the stronger NSAID, but it had been before the accident since I have ejaculated. She asked some follow up questions. The surgery was early in the morning but they had me check in at 9pm the previous night and said I would stay at least a day after the surgery to make sure everything was good.
My nurse worked 7pm-7am so I talked to her a few times that first night. We kinda hit it off because we discovered that we have a mutual friend and went to the same high school. I graduated when she was a junior and she said she kinda remembers me. She said there was a rumor that I hooked up with a girl in some of her classes. I confirmed the rumor. She said she was really shy at the time but thought I was cute. She said she was really skinny and had acne back then so that’s why I don’t remember her. I told her that she looks really cute now and she blushed and said thanks.
I recovered from the surgery the next day. They said everything went well. I saw my nurse later that night and she said they were keeping me until the morning. We talked about high school again and she caught me checking out her butt in her super tight scrubs.
She asked me the 30 questions again and I was kinda excited to tell her that when I woke up from a nap, that I had my first erection in weeks. She said “that’s great.” We locked eyes for a second before she looked away and asked more questions.
We talked again later that night when she gave me medication and changed out a bag for my roommate who was totally knocked out.
I told her I was feeling a lot better and like myself again. Just sore and can’t walk. She asked what I was gonna watch while resting for the next few weeks at home and we talked about TV shows and door dashing food. She asked if I had a someone to help me at home. I told her I’ll have friends bring me stuff but I live alone. She said that I could hire her on her days off and laughed.
She came back in the room a few hours later to check on my roommate. She said he was dead to the world and asked if I needed anything. I told her I couldn’t sleep. She joked and said I’ll tell you a bedtime story. I said sounds good.
She made up a story about a nurse that had sixteen patients tonight and she liked me the best and wanted me to get better. We laughed and I asked her to go to dinner with me sometime. She accepted and said just let me know when I can walk again. I said “oh so you don’t want to help me unless you are getting paid for it. You won’t go out with me if I’m on crutches or in a wheelchair?” She said that’s a big commitment for a first date. I told her that I don’t blame her and told her hopefully I’ll call her in a few weeks.
She said I can help with something now but it would have to be a secret. I told her I can keep any secret she has. She asked me if I wanted to make sure everything was working properly. I said yes.
She slid her scrubs down off her ass and let me see her big booty. She had a black thong on that had silver stars on it. She shook her ass and let me feel it. I started to rub my cock which was getting hard. She reached under the covers and gave me a handjob. She went down on me and licked my cock before taking it in her mouth. “You are so fucking big” she said. She jerked my cock really hard and I told her I was going to cum. She told me to cum in her mouth so I did about three seconds later. One of the best orgasms ever. She cleaned me up and quickly left. Our first date is tomorrow now.
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Not my usual type
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went to the Maldives for the summer holidays. I ran into a Spanish guy on my last day who wasn't really my style (physically). Yet he charmed me with his talent, wit, and humor. I ultimately became involved with him. We engaged in sexual activity in both the room and the shared showers, as well as on the hostel's lawn (which was against house rules, but still we did it). I realize this is absurd, but I believe I fell in love with him the first time. He continues to be the finest sex I've ever had. Unbeatable!
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She would tease anyone, it was just how she was
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My late wife was a serial teaser, it didn't matter who it was or where we were, she would tease and flash without warning. Sometimes it was just to excite herself and me and sometimes to get what she wanted. So I thought some instances of her teasing/flashing might be of interest and some of the outcomes.
The first time I watched her teasing was in a bar. That night she may have been naked her skirt was short and her tits were covered by one of my shirts tied below those beautiful mounds. It was one of the rare occasions she had worn panties covering her freshly waxed pussy. There was a small dance floor and she loved to dance. She was particularly horny that night. She had a good buzz from the alcohol and had been watching some guys by the dance floor, I think there were 5 of them. She whispered in my ear "Are you ready for the show?" I just told her to go for it. She began dancing on the floor and got their attention straight away, a couple of the guys joined her at first, she was grinding her ass against them, but that wasn't enough for her, she grabbed one guys hands and place them on her tits, the guys got the hint and soon the others had joined her, I decided to move so I could see what was happening, I saw them putting their hands under her skirt, I knew they were feeling her because she was getting wilder, I decided to go back to our seats, she eventually came back to me, her shirt was open, she was flushed. She took my hand and placed it on her pussy she no longer had pants on. A guy came over and asked us to leave apparently it was a respectable establishment. As we walked out one of the guys came to say goodbye, he had her panties in his hand. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him then we left.
Her favorite thing to do was to flash truckers, sometimes it would be just her tits but sometimes she would have me pull alongside and she would strip naked for the driver and then play with herself. On one of these occasions she had finished flashing the trucker and we eventually turned into a parking lot to go get food. As we sat there tucking into our burgers the trucker she had flashed came in. He recognized her straight away came over and said hi to us both. She asked him to come sit at our table next to her. It wasn't long before I saw the look on her face change. She looked over at me "Baby he has fingers in me" she said. I smiled at her and asked her if his fingers were enough. "Hell no" was her reply. When we were done eating the trucker paid for our lunch and we walked out together. She looked at me and told me she would walk him back to his truck whilst I waited in the car. She came back half an hour later, there were bites on her tits and inner thighs, cum was leaking from her pussy, she got me to get out of the car and go to her side, her door was open and so were her legs. "Eat me" was all she said and I obeyed and began lapping at her pussy until she told me to stop when a patrol car turned into the parking lot.
Even her brother wasn't safe. I knew there was a history he was now happily married but that didn't stop her. At a family gathering none of the women wore very much but they were all pretty modest compared to Anna. She had greeted her brother I watched as his hand went straight to her ass and he squeezed it. I did notice that Anna disappeared a couple of times but thought nothing of it. It then dawned on me that both of her brothers were missing too. I went inside and found them in the kitchen Anna was sat with her legs spread, her pussy on full display as she talked to them both. I joined the conversation for a while. I placed my hand on Anna's thigh and as her brothers watched I placed my hand on her pussy then pushed a finger inside her before removing it and placing it in her mouth. There were visible lumps in their pants. She giggled and we went back to join the others outside. After a while she went missing again, this time they weren't in the house. I made my way to the garage and there was Anna legs spread, naked and fingering herself as her brothers stroked their cocks. they hadn't seen me so I watched for a bit. Each of them shot loads over her face. I left them to it. She eventually (about an hour later) came back and said she wanted to go home. As soon as we walked in the door she attacked me stripping off my clothes as I stripped her, I pushed her up against the wall and drove my cock into her, damn she was wet. I asked her who had fucked her, was it her brother. she replied "No it was my uncle Tony, he caught me getting dressed in the garage when my brothers left, and took me the same way as you are now" it was like a red rag to a bull, I pounder her hard squeezing her nipples until her legs gave way and I added my load to uncle Tony's
College guys were her favorites to tease, but she also teased teachers, cops, my friends and anyone else who took her fancy, it didn't always end in sex, and when it did I hardly ever saw her having sex but always had to go down on her she called it my reward for letting her be who she wanted to be.
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My Landlord [M34/F61] [Pussy Licking] [Vanilla]
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A couple of years ago thirty four year old me had to move out of his old place. A very painful and mess breakup was the reason why I had to leave my home, a place that I had shared with my now ex girlfriend for about ten years. Yes, it did nothing but hurt. And it all sucked ass.
The apartment was owned by my exes father, so I had no chance to sue myself into staying and getting her out. It took me a few sleepless night on the sofa to accept that fact. But luckily my ex was a reasonable human being: She gave me two months after the breakup to find something new. But she also told me, that earlier would be better.
So two, maybe three days after my world broke into pieces I turned on my computer to search for a new place to stay. After browsing the web for about ten minutes I quickly realized that the rents in the city I lived in went through the roof since I was apartment hunting for the last time, about twelve years ago back then. So a big apartment in the best district, just not doable. But something decent sized in a less cool part of town, doable.
The following days and weeks looked the following: I messaged everyone and everything renting out a place that I could afford and that wasn’t too far away from my workplace. Then I met up with the owner, the real estate agent or the sister of the father of the neighbor of the owner to take a tour through the place. And well, most of them were bug infested shit holes that clearly weren’t doing the trick for me.
But then I got lucky. I found the place. It was affordable, it was recently renovated, it was in an awesome neighborhood and work was more or less around the corner. As soon as the owner – an upper class woman in her early sixties, so no agent fees would apply – had showed me around I knew that I wanted the place.
My future landlord – yes in the end I signed a rental contract – took her time with me. She asked me a lot of questions: If I am single, what I am doing for work, what my hobbies are and even stuff about my family. Questions you normally don’t have to answer when signing a rental contract for an apartment, but in this case, I answered them all, because I wanted that damn place. And in the end, about two hours later, my new landlord and I shook hands. Then I we both signed two pieces of paper – one for me, one for her – and our deal was sealed.
The best thing was that I could start moving in on the next day. My ex was more than happy when I brought her the news, she even offered me to help carrying my stuff downstairs. I asked her for a couple of days, because I had to get some furniture and some essentials like a washing machine for my place.
My ex gave me the days. I ordered a lot, I built a lot of furniture, I drilled a lot of holes and then six days later I grabbed my stuff, left my exes place and moved into my own, my new place. Finally leaving my put some weight off my shoulders, but leaving her place, my former home behind, it just hurt. I tried my best to make my new place as comfy and stylish as possible, but well, it just takes some time until a new place is fully up and running.
About two weeks after I had moved in my phone rang. It was my landlord. She asked if moving in went well, if everything with the place was okay and if I was okay. I answered her questions, I asked her some questions and withing a few minutes we had a more than just engaging conversation up and running.
About thirty minutes into the conversation she slowly changed the topic. She told me that I wasn’t renting the only place she owned in town. That she was renting out twenty five flats total. She also told me that some of them were currently empty. And she also told me that that putting them online was something that wasn’t really down her alley. So she asked me if I could help her out a little bit. She would return the favor.
I told her that I would help her out. I didn’t even ask for something in return. Yes, you can have next to everything from me, when you just ask the right way. And well, being on good terms with your landlord, is always a good thing.
So we set up an appointment for the following day, a Saturday, 9 o’clock in the morning sharp, she would pick me up in front of my place. I told her that this was fine for me. She thanked me. She wished me a good night.
And then she asked me, if I could bring my camera too. Yes, she knew that I was into photography. I told her that on the day she gave me a tour through the place I was living in. I told her no problem. Already knowing that it would probably ending up in me taking pictures of the places she was renting out. She thanked me once more. She wished me a good night again, I wished her a good night, then I went to bed.
The next morning I woke up early enough to take a shower, to get dressed, to get a snack for breakfast, to grab my gear and then I headed down the stairs. I placed myself in front of the house I was living in and there I waited for my landlord to show up.
It didn’t took long and a big black car came around the corner. The car stopped in front of my, the window went down and my landlord looked at me: “Come in. It is open.”
So I entered her car. We said hello to each other, then I asked her a question: “How many apartments do you want me to take pictures off?”
A smile appeared on her face. She had never told me before that she was going to ask me to take pictures of the places she was renting out. And her answer was a short, but more than just encouraging one: “You are smart, I like that. And four places are on the list today. And as mentioned on the phone, I will make it worth your while.”
I nodded with my head. Then we drove off. Towards the first place she wanted to take me some pictures of. While driving there we were talking. She was curious about me and my life, I answered her questions and asked her about her life.
She told me that she had achieved a lot. That she made high up in the corporate world. That she made a lot of money, that she had seen a lot of the world, but that she had retired in the previous year. Because work isn’t everything. When she mentioned the last thing, I nodded with my head. How right she was.
My landlord and me, we got along more than just well. We had some chemistry up and running. And yes, it was back then, when we were driving through town, taking pictures of her places, that she caught my eyes. I began checking her out. She probably noticed my doing.
When we had lunch together, in one of the fanciest Italian restaurants in town, we had already visited two of her places beforehand, she asked me something: “Do you take pictures of human beings too, or just empty apartments?”
A smile appeared on my face. Something inside me told me that she already knew the answer to her question: “Normally I take pictures of people only.”
My landlord smiled and kept on going: “Would you be so kind and take some pictures of me?”
I didn’t had to think about it for more than a second: “Yes, I’d love too. When do you have time?”
My landlord: “How about today, after the apartment tour, at my place? You can rest, arrange some shots while I disappear in the bathroom to get ready.”
A “totally doable” came out of my mouth. Then we shook hands and ordered some dessert. Once we were done eating, we visited the other two apartments. I took a lot of pictures while she was watching me doing so. And while she was telling my stories about her past.
It was late afternoon when the apartment tour was over. We drove over to her place. She was living in the fanciest part in town. In one of the fanciest apartment building in town. Even the parking deck screamed luxurious and show off.
Then we entered the elevator, and up we went. Not into the penthouse, but one floor below. To my surprise there were only two apartments on the whole floor. One was hers, the other one belonged to some influential politician.
Her place was huge. It was built to impress. High ceilings, lots of expensive looking art on the walls, expensive looking furniture and lots of possibilities to compose a shot. She gave me the grand tour of the place. Everything but her private rooms. She would show those to me later.
The tour ended in the kitchen. There she told me to take whatever I wanted, to feel myself at home then she excused herself and went into her bedroom. She told me that she would be back soon.
I made myself a cup of coffee. I enjoyed my burned bean juice while enjoying the view over the bigger part of the city. It was breath taking and mind blowing. What an awesome apartment. And what an awesome woman she was, my landlord.
While staring out of the window, while letting my thoughts fly I lost track of time. So it took me by surprise when all of a sudden my landlord was standing next to me. With a huge smile on her face. Dressed in her finest lingerie: “Time to take some pictures.”
My jaw dropped to the ground when my brain finally realized that she was wearing nothing but some lingerie. My dick was rock hard withing seconds. I lost the ability to speak. At least for more than just a minute. Damn it, she was hot.
She realized what was going on with me. A huge smile appeared on her face when saw me loosing my shit. But she was serious about those pictures: “Should we go into the living room?”
I nodded with my head. She took the lead, she shook her ass for me. I think saliva was running out of my mouth while I followed her. But in my head, keep your shit together. Be professional. Take some pictures of her. Do what she asked you to do. You can do it. And I was able to do it.
I took a lot of pictures of her: Laying down on the sofa, standing, working with her, working with the lights I brought with me – yes, relying on the light in place in the place you take pictures off just is a stupid thing to do – I took some really good shots of her. She was a more than just decent model. I asked her, and she told me that it wasn’t her first time in front of camera. Even not her first time taking lingerie shots.
After I had taken pictures of her for about an hour, she told me that she had enough. She told me to put the camera away and to sit down next to her. I did as she told me to do. I sat down. Leaving a decent sized gap between the two of us. She just looked at me. With a huge smile on her face: “Don’t be so shy, come over to me.”
And I did come over to her. Still leaving a gap between the two of us. A too big one for her. She closed it. Our bodies were touching – except a few handshakes – for the first time. It felt good feeling her next to me. She enjoyed being that close to me. We weren’t talking that much at all. We just sat there, waited for something to happen.
Then the lights I had put up to light the scene, to light her to take some proper pictures went out. One after the other. She made a joke. Something with the world is ending and we will die soon. We had a laugh together. While doing so our views crossed. We looked each other in the eyes. Moments later we shared a gentle kiss.
The gentle kiss was followed by another gentle one. Then another one. And then a passionate one. Our hands began to explore each other’s bodies. Not too long after my clothes were flying trough the room and my rock hard dick was pointing towards the ceiling.
Not even ten seconds after I had set my rock hard dick free one of my landlord’s hands was going up and down on him. Her other hand was squeezing my balls. Gentle, with feeling. Just hard enough to make me moan out, to enhance my pleasure.
She kept on going for some time. We shared more than just one passionate kiss while her hands were on my dick and on my balls. It felt nothing but good. I came closer and closer to an orgasm with every stroke, every squeeze she gave me. She knew what she was doing. And she knew when to stop: “We don’t want you to cum now, don’t we?”
To be honest, I wanted to cum. Because it felt so damn fucking good. But I shook my head. A smile appeared on her face. Then she stood up, she got out of her panties in a more than just sexy way, then she placed herself on the sofa again and then she spread her legs for me: “Dig in.”
Needless to say, I dug in. As deep as I could. I tasted her pussy. I licked her pussy. My tongue was on her pussy. My tongue was as deep inside her pussy as anyhow possible. Damn it, she tasted awesome. And it didn’t took long and she was moaning out loud.
After some time licking her pussy it was time to bring some finger into the game. One finger went in, then a second one, then she asked for a third one and in the end she demanded a forth one. So for fingers were sliding in and out of her pussy while my tongues was playing with her clit.
Her moaning got more and more intense every time my fingers went in and out of her. Her hands were going through my hair. Her wands were grabbing my head. Then her legs fell of my head. While her legs were shaking. And while her moaning stopped. She had an orgasm. Her first one of the night.
Then I carefully pulled my fingers out of her pussy. Then I gave her a few gentle kisses on her cheeks. I gave her some time to regain herself. As soon as she was back, passionate kissing set in again. Our hands were over each other’s bodies again.
She spread her legs for me again. Moments later my glans was pressing against her pussy. A few seconds later my rock hard dick went inside her pussy. Slowly. Her hole wasn’t the wettest anymore. But it was enough to make it work.
Once I was in balls deep I gave her a few gentle thrusts. We were still sharing one passionate kiss after the other. While my thrusts got harder, deeper and I upped the pace. It didn’t took long and the kissing stopped.
We began to loose ourselves. One thrust after the other. More and more tension was building up. All that mattered was the feeling of my dick going in and out of her pussy. Our moaning was filling the room.
Her hands were holding onto my back. Her fingernails were scratching my back. While my dick went in and out of her. Fuck, it felt so damn good.
Just a couple of thrusts left. In and out. More tension was building up. My balls were ready to unload themselves. Her fingernails buried themselves into my back. And then boom. One last hard and deep thrust. My balls unloaded themselves inside her pussy. Her hands fell of my back. Her legs were shaking, her body was trembling a little bit. Tension was leaving the room. The moaning had stopped. We came together.
I collapsed on the sofa next to her. Our bodies were touching. We both were breathing heavily. We both enjoyed the hormones in our blood stream. It took us some time to regain ourselves. I just had fucked my landlord, a woman in her early sixties. And it was one of the best fucks I ever had.
When we were ourselves again we smiled at each other. We shared a few gentle kisses. Then we kept on cuddling for some time. Then she whispered something into my ear: “Get up, follow me.”
Again, I did as told. I followed her into her luxurious bathroom. A bathroom nearly as big as my apartment. A bathroom with a view. The windows were overlooking the city we lived in. And in front of the windows, a whirlpool. Already filled with water. She told me to climb in while she got out of what was remaining of her lingerie. It was the first time I saw her gorgeous boobs.
Then she climbed into the whirlpool too. We just sat there, our bodies touching, relaxing, enjoying the warm water, enjoying the view and enjoying being with each other. After some time she told me to get some food and something to drink from the kitchen. Moments later I was on the way.
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[B/S] I love when I visit my sister
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My nieces twin brother, who went away for football purposes was coming back to town so I took this opportunity of a reunion to see both my niece and my sister again. Not sure if he knows about everything so I am prepared to be on my best behavior.
I walked into my sisters beautiful house her husband (RIP) left her. My nephew, his girlfriend and my niece were on the sofa drinking soda catching up. My niece looks up and sees me and jumps up to hug me. I would have fucked her right there. I give my nephew a nod and a strong one arm hug as I greet his girl.
My parents and sister are in the kitchen preparing dinner. Pasta, salad and garlic bread, smells delicious. I greet everyone as my sister grabs me a beer and comes over to give it to me and hug me. I feel her nipples harden as she’s against me. I always thought my parents knew we were fucking so I didn’t want to make it too long of a hug.
We all eat early as my parents are older and like to be home early. My niece, nephew and his girlfriend are planning to go play mini golf. In my head I think this is perfect. I glance at my sister as they are asking for permission and I give her the “smile.” She knows what I am thinking. She gives them money and off they go.
They walk out the door and I give it 20 minutes to help my sister clean up and to make sure they have left. I walk over to my sister as she’s washing the dishes and I immediately start rubbing my dick on her ass. Holding her hips I continue to dry hump my sisters ass and I move her hair away from her neck and start kissing it and finding her ear to kiss it and whisper in it, “FUCK ME SISTER!” I turn off the water and turn her around. Her wet hands meet the back of my neck and we start making out as my cock is now hard and ready. I raise her hands and take off her blouse to expose her in her blue bra with her breast bulging out from the top. I go down and motor boat her chest. She demands I suck and bite her nipples. I pop her boobs from out of her bra and begin to play with them. I bite one hard enough for her to yell in a little pain. She grabs my dick and squeezes it hard, she says “there, we are even.”
I smack her ass and lead her into the living room. I sit on the sofa and she sits on top of me. I take her breasts in my mouth and nibble on them as she leans back and moans. She finds my pant button and zipper and frees my dick. She lowers herself and gets on her knees to suck my dick. She’s going softly when all of a sudden she bites my dick. I have always loved for her to bite my dick. I lift her up and she raises her skirt as she gets ready to sit on my. She moves her thong to the side, finds my dick and guides it into her dripping pussy. We both moan as she starts jumping on my dick. Fuck she’s so wet and my dick easily goes in and out of her. I love how she’s bouncing on me as I have her breasts in my mouth. I bite and kiss her big breasts and leave bite marks all over them. I am marking my territory. “Turn around,” I demand, she turns her body to ride me cowgirl style as we sit. The way she leans forward I know this is hitting her g-spot and will help her have an orgasm. She rides me for a good 10 minutes as I place one hand on her boob and one on her clit. Her moans and yells are telling me she’s close, “good little sister,” I say. Her body begins to shake and she falls back against my chest as she rides out her orgasm. I quickly tell her to get on her knees on the sofa as I push my dick in her. Her moans are louder and so are mine. I am going in and out of her so quickly as I feel my dick about to explode. I tell her lay down as I take off her bra. She gets on her back and I get on top of her to titty fuck. She pushes her breast together as I see my dick pop out from the top. “Open your filthy mouth MY whore,” I tell her. She opens her mouth as I finish. Some lands in her mouth, but mostly around her boobs, chest and chin. I lean down and wipe it up with my tongue and leave it on my tongue for her to suck off.
She comes up to meet me and kisses me and tells me there’s something she needs to tell me. My heart is racing…
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I [F]inally fucked [M]y bestfriend...
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But he's getting married next weekend. And I'm his best woman.
Warning I will sound like a totally needy and thirsty bitch. But bare with me.
We've been best friends ever since our first year of university. He's not even my type physically. But we just understood each other and bonded so well. I never believed in soulmates but our friendship made me consider the possibility that he was mine.
Flashback to last year. When I found out that he was going to propose to another friend of our's. I got jealous and desperate. I asked him over and we hung out. And I pulled out all the stops. Oversized shirt and panties a bit of make up and got my hair to look "messy". We watched lotr and some hentai (we've done that before) and had drinks. It was to "celebrate" his soon proposal. I had other plans.
During the first scene in HHH Ecchi, the one where the guy discovers how horny the girl is, I started doing a bit of tempting. I tried to kiss him and he moved his head away so I put my head to his crotch to try and suck his cock. He said I was drunk and he didnt want to take advantage of me. I told him I wasnt drunk and I wanted him so bad. That made the conversation complicated. His relationship and future now even more tangled with mine. One thing lead to another and we ended up shouting. He told me with finality that he would need to distance himself from me for awhile. Then he left.
After a week of no contact we had a long conversation. We agreed that we were meant to be bestfriends. Like brother and sister. I told him I understood. Sort of. And agreed to be his best woman.
Cut to... his elaborate bachelor party last weekend. A whole day just for him. Planned out by myself and his entourage. Starting with football(soccer) in the morning to stall for time so the venue could make sure everything was perfect. I had a whole LARP'd D&D themed escape room setup to the theme of our long standing campaign (inspired by Criticalrole's Matt and Marisha). I even had costumes setup.
Added note. At this point I'm seeing someone else. Another common friend and we're doing great. He's also part of the entourage and he paid for a good chunk of my insanity.
Back to bachelor party. We went through it and it was a blast! Though it was finished A LOT quicker than I thought. The whole thing culminated with a tavern style celebration. We had a long table setup with the works.
I was next to my new guy and we were having fun. Dancing, joking, drinking. By the end of the party, my new guy stayed behind for clean up like the gentleman that he is. And I helped make sure the groom got home alright.
Being very tipsy. I fuck up the destination point for the ride and we end up at my place. Too tired we decide its fine for us to just stay at my place. We thought. It wasnt anything new to us. So why not. We walked into my house joking, bonding, talking about our favorite fandoms and me proving two towers is superior to return of the king. During the banter I started taking off my earrings and my necklace which got caught at the back. He saw me struggling and helped. Once it was off and he handed it to me. Here was where I saw my shot and took it. I pulled him in for a kiss. Obviously I was also thinking I could play it off as "I'm tipsy!"(which I was!) if he got mad. But he didnt. And we started making out.
I MELTED. I scrambled to get my and his bottoms off. I wanted him so bad even when the tiny voice in the back of my head said "No! You talked about this! Remember, Brother/Sister!? He's getting married!!" that voice vanished once I got his cock out and began trying to suck the life out of him. Hearing him moan for me got me more wet than my fingers ever could. I wanted him in me.
We eventually moved to my room where I pushed him on the bed. I remember ignoring him asking if I had condoms and saying I was on the pill before riding him. Finally having him in me I savored him as much as I could. I took every inch of him, full length, ass to balls. But I saw in his face and knew he was starting to feel guilty about what was happening so I did my best to make him cum.
Tiny as I am, I went into a squat position and moved up and down his cock as much as my small tipsy body would allow. I put his hands on my tits and asked him to call me names. I remember being all sweaty and grinding on him by the time he told me he was cumming... and when he finally did I selfishly kept going till I did too. And then some. Screaming how good of a fuck he was. I wanted to keep going but the little voice said stop. My body was also screaming for a break.
My thighs and calves were SORE after that. But my pussy was full. And we were partially naked on the bed next to each other. I remember turning away because I felt like he would be mad. He didnt say anything and slept on the couch. I didnt sleep at all.
Cut to the morning and we cant even look at each other. His wedding is soon. We knew what we did. We ended up having a horribly awkward conversation about him getting married; How I'm happily seeing one of his groomsmen. We spoke not looking at each other in the eye and standing social distancing style.
We came to the conclusion that changing any plans at this point would make people suspiscious. So our agreement, we take time off for a year. Our bestfriendship will be toned down even more now. And as much as I'm anxious, guilt ridden, and would just fucking love to be raptured or just straight elevatored to hell. I loved every moment of that night. He admitted he enjoyed it too.
I've begged the guy I'm dating to join us for the last leg of the planning just so I dont go insane. I cant tell him why, so I just told him I like having him around. Which isnt wrong!
Thanks for reading my long rant and admission of guilt. Now its time for this slut to go back to helping plan a wedding. Oh and this is joining that monthly contest!
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[f/d] Tales from the past 2 years: the honeymoon (part 2)
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Disclaimer: Once again, I'm telling you this from memory so I'm probably embellishing some of it. The perves are gonna love it!
It took a whole week to sail down the coast to the city of Veracruz. My uncle has friends that live just outside the city and were able to get us a spot for our boat near the hotel. It was this little man-made marina just walking distance from one of the public beaches. We had reservations in this little resort further in the city. My aunt tried to talk us into getting a room on the beach but there was no point. For one, people were actually traveling again so there weren't many openings, and two, we wanted to be alone! The place we got had this villa suite with it's own roof top pool.
Now we were having sex pretty much every night on the sea, but I consider the first morning in our hotel room our time as daddy-husband and daughter-wife! (I lol at that, but that's what we are!) For our first night, We arrived late, so we went straight to bed. As you can imagine, have a week of no restraint sex, He was a little handsy. But this was something I planned out weeks before. So I tied him up!
I wasn't cruel. I told him this was the plan a long time ago. But he was still a little surprised when I pulled out the ropes. My aunt provided them. They're made of hemp, but they feel like silk. They're specifically for this kind of thing. :) So he allowed me to tie his wrists and ankles, but I wanted to have a little freedom so the ropes were basically loose on the other ends. I allowed him to hold me, but whenever he tried to touch me in any way a father shouldn't, I stopped him by pulling the ropes through the headboard! >:P I wanted him to be a little "pent up" if you know what I mean. So he slept naked and I slept in my underwear. :3
I wanted to do something very special for my dad. Something I KNOW he's never done before. I got up long before he did so I could get ready. I spent close to an hour getting ready. I did my makeup in a sultry look and I wore a lemon yellow 3 piece lingerie (cup-less bra, thong, and stockings) with a sheer robe and my veil and let my hair down. I also had some special toys for the occasion. Some K-Y and a glass dildo. :3 Then, I ordered some room service and sat on this little bench thing at the end of the bed and waited for him to wake up.
I was the first thing he saw and when our eyes met, all he could say was "wow". Before he could do anything, I went to the top of the bed and pulled the ropes tight so his arms were laying our to his sides. Then I went to the foot of the bed and tied him with his legs open. Next I slowly crawled up and gave him his good morning kiss. The rest of the morning was a little tortuous for him.
I started off, by kissing down his body. I made sure to kiss every major muscle on his front and sides. Next, I gave the beast a little good morning kiss to get the blood flowing! That's about the time there was a knock at the door! We were in Mexico. No one knows us. No one knows he's my father. So I threw a towel over the beast and opened the door in my sheer negligee. The look on that poor guy's face when I opened the door was absolutely priceless! He was very professional though. He rolled the cart in, got an eyeful of my dad and the snoo snoo tent in the middle of the bed, then tried to leave without a tip! I had to call him back for his tip. Before he left, I asked him to tell us what he thinks of my "outfit". I am NOT a spanish speaker, so I know I butchered it. My dad had to do the talking which created this uncomfortable moment. I don't know what the guy said to my dad, but they were both smiling! I payed him very well I think, Both in currency and in the story he's going to have later!
The reason I did that was I wanted my father to see how another man would look at me, and it definitely worked! Once we were alone again, I pulled the towel off and the beast was basically rage-throbbing in his lap! I spent a while after that slowly feeding him his breakfast of fruit and scrambled eggs. After he was done eating, I went over his body with some lotion until his skin was nice and soft. Next, I got my dildo and started pleasuring myself while he watched. I'm not sure how long I caressed and massaged myself next to him. I laid against him where I could, and I put a pillow under his head so he didn't have to hold his head up. But that's all he could do was watch me pleasure myself. When I got close to orgasm, I got up on his chest and fingered myself right in his face until I climaxed. I'm not a "squirter" (I'm pretty sure that's just girls losing control of their bladder), but his chest was VERY wet when I finished.
After my orgasm, I untied one arm and let him massage my breasts until I was ready to resume. I know some men might be surprised to hear it, but women do have a refractory period. Mine's usually about an hour but in that place, at that time, I was ready to go inside a few minutes! Of course the beast required a little attention first to keep that blood flowing, but then I went back to pleasuring myself while basically laying all over him! After my second orgasm I freed his other arm and sat in his lap while he played with my breasts some more. When I was ready for more, I let him earn his freedom by giving me a good tongue bath! By that point he was starting to lose his patience so before I could climax, I let him finally mount me.
Sex after a good tease is amazing. Especially if I've had an orgasm or two to relax and stretch out my vagina. Also, his stamina gets ridiculous the more stimulus he's had. When the beast finally slid home, we were both ready for a nice LONG session. He did not disappoint! I let him go for a long time, but before he could climax (When he started getting that look on his face that says "me man, you good fuck"), I pushed him back. It was time for the final event and I pulled out my secret weapon! The K-Y.
I put a LOT of lube on the beast. Once he was very well oiled, I gave my bottom a good splash and flopped over on the bed! It was definitely a strange position and I know he wasn't expecting it! :D I know the perves are grinning right now, and trust me, so was I at the time! I had my butt up in the air with my legs spread and my head down like a proper whore! It took him a minute to realize what I was offering and he gave me this little "really?" So I arched my back as deep as I could, reached back and kind of pulled my butt open! :3
I would say something sexy about it, maybe try to describe it in gory detail, but I have to say it wasn't anywhere near as interesting as I thought it would be. Hell, it wasn't even bad or difficult like I thought it was going to be. Honestly, he just came up behind me and went in my butt! I mean it's not like it was a normal feeling. The beast was definitely larger than anything that's been up there before! But it didn't really hurt or anything. I just suddenly felt like I had to poop! But it was also a very raunchy feeling. Even now, I'm very shocked to admit I enjoyed it! But the sound that my husband made pushing the beast into me, knowing he was in in the wrong hole, was a total shock. It was just this very long, deep, almost frightened moan.
Once he was in, I didn't give either of us time to think, I braced myself and basically ordered him to fuck me! But when he just sat there (I guess he was in shock) I started rocking myself forward and back. Pushing him in, then pulling him out. He was basically stunned in place. Like he couldn't believe what he was seeing and feeling. Thank GOD for K-Y. I didn't want to say it, but I researched anal before our honeymoon... my get-ready routine that morning involved an enema (don't ask, it was weird), I think I was actually TOO clean because I could feel things gripping the beast and pulling my insides in strange ways. It took a little while for the K-Y to get all worked around inside me. By that time, he was a little more comfortable. He put his hands on my hips and joined me in thrusting. I can honestly say, that was the first time we actually fucked! It was a strange feeling. But not a bad one!
I'm not sure how long it lasted, but it was pretty quick. Feeling him ejaculate in my bum was nothing like it is vaginally. But I felt a warm sensation when he climaxed. I let him stay where he was for a few minutes after so he could enjoy his orgasm fully. Then when the beast shrank a little he flopped back on the bed and I stayed where I was and let him look at his handy work. After a few minutes we went to the shower and cleaned up.
The rest of our stay in Veracruz was amazing. We spent a lot less time in our room than I thought we would, but we had really great sex every day (sometimes 2 and 3 times). When our stay was done. We sailed back up the gulf coast and came home. It was a magical time and I'm happy to have spent it with my best friend, my true love, my wonderful husband, my dad.
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First time doing it in a car with a boy who wasted my time [FM]
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I'm not a stranger to anon hook ups. Doesn't mean a high body count, but experience and every once in a while I have heterosexual urges. I say that because I identify as homoflexible. I'm completely devoted to women but men have that sexual aggression that I seek out in my high and horny moments.
This meet was from reddit. Usually I get a feel for the type of person they are. It's a hook up yes but I'm not trying to fuck trash or trans/homophobic people. It was a spur of the moment and this guy that replied looked okay. He was slim, closer to my own size, and hung. About 8 inches if even. My age too.
I don't do meets often because I tend not to go through with them unless everything lined up the way that I wanted. I told him to bring condoms. First red flag, he tried to talk himself out of it saying he didn't have time and that we could do it up my ass if I was scared. I almost stopped talking to him right then and there. When I didn't budge, he came through and picked me up from my place where we proceeded to try and look for parking spaces. I felt like I knew this guy. I thought we actually went to school together but I wasn't going to mention it.
We found a spot in an near empty parking lot from a gas station and parked between two cars. Not the smartest idea but I was thinking I wanted to be blocked off from view so it seemed good to me. We got into the back seat and I gave him a couple slow bobs to harden him up after he pulled it out. I should've known right then and there how the rest of the outing would go. He looked close just from my 20 seconds of mouth action.
I pulled away, him asking me about what I wanted, saying "you just want me to take you huh" and I nodded because yes that's the only thing I came for was to have the daylights pounded out of me and was happy we were on the same page. He slipped his condom on, which honestly didn't look like it fit him and attempted to push his tip into me. I'm on my back, legs spread, and on his 2nd or 3rd tip push, he came.
He told me this and I sighed while he pulled his shorts back up and left me in the back to finish changing myself.
I thought I could get SOMETHING out of it and mentioned I'd say it's whatever if we could grab a bite when he drops me off. He proceeded to pretend not to hear me and I got in the front seat dressed again. I made it back home with minimal talk and he texted me minutes later, AFTER we linked, to ask me how old I was. Shouldn't that be something you ask, BEFORE? Anyway, this unfortunately goes under the regretful links I've had in my life but at least it gave me something to tell.
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All About Her Part 4 [M18-F41] [Cuckolding]
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Once Sid went in and shut the door I could visualize what he’d most likely been dreaming of awaiting him somewhere in that house. As I dried and put away the tea dishes I knew by now she would most likely be already giving him the ride of his young life along with all the trimmings. True to form she’d do her best to drain every ounce of cum he could generate and wouldn’t return home until he was unable to continue.
I popped a couple of sausage rolls into the crisper knowing she would probably be famished from the “workout” when she made her way home. I then cracked open a Pilsner, headed for my upstairs office and buried myself in work. When I finally completed my reports and handled a slew of emails I realized I had lost track of time. It was well after midnight and Mags hadn’t returned. I grabbed my phone and saw she had sent me three messages.
The first was a photo of herself from the neck down reclining on a bed naked save for her sexy black lace g-string.
The second was a quick note letting me know they had had a great time getting to know each other and they were taking a break after round one. She snapped the picture when he left to get her some water. She said she would give me all the juicy details when she came home.
The third was short and to the point. As of an hour ago he wasn’t close to being finished with her and not to wait up.
It caught me off guard a bit. I had expected this to be a wham bam kind of tryst. A boy blowing his load quickly and, perhaps after 20 minutes or so, a repeat performance lasting a bit longer was what I had anticipated. This was something else. There was little else for me to do but go on about my business getting ready for bed and sleep. I knew Mags would be home soon and regale me with all the details of her neighborly, teenage, sexual conquest!
I was up at five (my usual time) and, as my wife hadn’t returned as expected, I began my day solo. I brewed my first pot of Earl Grey and let it steep. I opened the kitchen blinds and though it was still pre dawn I could make out a figure leaving Sid’s back door and heading toward ours. I was suffering a momentary flash of jealousy in the same way I had when she went out on fuck dates with strangers. It was different. This was uncomfortably close. He was right there all the time. Then the flash was over. Here she was returning to me. I was her center. We were dedicated to each other in all the ways that truly counted. We were among the 50% with a successful 25 plus year marriage. Sex was just sex, primal and viable between consenting adults without the requisite adherence to society’s restrictive guardrails. We are honest with each other and both our needs are met to our mutual satisfaction…so far.
Mags came in the door and straight on hugged me, kissed me and apologized for not sending me any warning that she would be there this late. She asked to have a shower before she fills me in on her night. “There are some things that happened I didn’t expect and we need to talk about them, Luv.” I nodded ok and asked, “Are you happy about the experience?” Mags smiled and said, “It was more than I ever imagined it could be” and headed upstairs to shower. She stopped at the top step, looked back, winked and said, “So…are you coming?” That’s my girl I thought as I quickly followed her aloft.
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My(23F) daddy (30M) made my ass sore
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So this morning I woke up to really horny, to be honest that’s most mornings though, and my fiancé was lying there looking so sexy. We both sleep naked, cuz why not, and I just couldn’t stop myself and I took him in my mouth. I love feeling him soft in my mouth and slowly letting it get hard in my mouth. This morning though I wanted to really get him going so I let my spit fill my mouth and started drooling all over it and I looked up and he was sleepily looking down at me and I could feel myself soaking more.
I started to really suck him bouncing my head up and down gagging on him, making sure he can feel my drool running down him. I wanted him in me and I went to get on top of him but he pushed me down and I went to lay on my back but he pushed me on my belly and lifted my ass up and started licking my ass while fingering me, I was moaning so loud into my pillow.
He got up and I wanted to see what he was doing but also wanted to be surprised, that’s when I felt the coldness on my ass, and he pushed my plug in my ass. I won’t lie it felt so nice, I’ve been wanting to wear it more and more but just haven’t. He took my wand and started fingering me and holding it against my clit, I was shaking before I knew I had an orgasm gushing out of me.
I laid on the bed breathing into my pillow so happy that he helped with my horniness, what I was expecting was him pulling my ass back into the air and pulling my plug out and assuming he was rubbing himself cuz he was perfectly lubed up. I felt the tip pushing against my asshole, and listening to him groan. That’s when he said “daddy’s taking your naughty little ass.” I almost came again. He pushed hard and I felt my body tense up and it hurt but his moaning made me loosen up and he started to pump in and out.
He was pounding my ass so hard and fast, that’s when I felt him push my wand back against my clit but it was almost like he had it against his dick too, he slowed enough to hold my wand push into my ass. He was soon moaning louder and louder and I pushed back hard against him and my body felt so light I could feel my juices gushing down my legs as he groaned and fell against me. He pulled out and omg my ass was instantly so sore, but cuddling was perfect after.
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[MFM] Anal cheating
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My ex boyfriend (40M) was never a fan of anal sex.
He was older than me (19F) and went through phases in life where his religion became absolutely paramount.
He was a good man and provided for me, but I began missing anal sex incredibly.
I'd always enjoyed being fucked up my ass and have my most intense long lasting orgasms from being fucked up my rear hole.
So with my then boyfriend refusing to take me anally, it was totally frustrating for me.
We attended a dancing competition last summer, where my boyfriend was a judge.
As he was busy, I got chatting to two guys I go to college with. After some small talk, I told them how horny I was for cock and especially anal sex.
Five minutes later in the woodland close to the field where the competition was being held, I was sucking on one of the guys cocks, while the other guy was tonguing my pussy and asshole from behind.
We all knew we didn't have much time, so there was no getting to know you sex. And my asshole over the next twenty minutes or so took a beautifully hard and deep pounding.
Both men fucked my mouth, pussy and ass. And at one point I sat on the older of the guys cocks as the other guy fucked my asshole. It had been nearly a year without anal sex, and trust me I became utterly wild for the two men. They had me climaxing like crazy and I just couldn't get enough of them fucking my rear hole.
By the time they'd both cum up my bum (my insistence) I'd probably orgasmed half a dozen times.
Back at the competition absolutely no one noticed, or so i thought. Not until I heard an older neighbor of ours say to me "You look flushed. Must have been the exercise you had in the woods with the two guys".
He winked at me before moving away.
Since the competition last summer I have periodically seen one of my college friends, but both he and the other guy no longer live in our town. We've had sex several times, but I desperately missed anal sex in between our liaisons. So knowing our neighbor knew I'd had extra marital sex and wanted to keep him sweet, I've also been taking his fifty something year old fat cock up my ass.
He's married too, and isn't exactly my type, but he certainly knows how to fuck my rear hole and now we fuck when we have time to enjoy sex.
It wasn't perfect as I'd have loved my then boyfriend to have been the one satisfying me sexually. Hopefully I'll meet a new boyfriend that likes fucking my asshole soon.
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[Cm/Cm] My first gay experience was with my cousin
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Hi there. This is my first time posting my story. I’ve been a long time viewer but never built up the courage to tell my story until just recently. Apologies for my wordiness at times; I might be adding unnecessarily details sometimes that I remember during this experience in my life. I know it’s sometimes difficult to believe stories like this, but it is completely true. I’ve recently decided to take my time and write it out as closely as I can remember it happening. There are certain things that I remember vividly and others that I don’t; so I have to paraphrase on occasion.
Brief backstory/context: the beginning of this experience took place during Christmas Eve. Every year the family would get together and have dinner at the grandparents house. Every year that I can remember we would all play hide ‘n seek downstairs in the basement. Although some of us were getting older, we still enjoyed a good ole game of hide ‘n seek. There were a total of 7 of us playing. I’ll just skip right to the start.
As we all split up to find our hiding spots, my cousin (Bradley - 18) and I (18 as well - our birthdays are actually just 7 days apart) wound up going to the same location of the basement. This room in the basement was quite cluttered; mostly used for storage and had many clothes hanging from a clothes rack with wheels on in (like what you would see in a hotel). We hid behind this rack of clothes at the far end of the room. About a minute after, my cousin Anna (19 almost 20 and is Bradley’s sister) announced “ready or not here I come” and began searching. We could hear someone get caught on the opposite side of the basement quite quickly. That’s when I could feel his hand suddenly touch my cock on the outside of my jeans. He held his hand there as I looked at him not knowing what to say. I can definitely say I was in complete shock lol. It was difficult to see him because the room was so dark, but I remember barely being able to see his face looking directly back at me.
We continued to look at each other not saying anything, still hearing faint noises on the opposite side of the basement. I looked forward to where the door was (approximately 14 feet away) through the clothing and other clutter in the room. He positioned himself to be directly behind me while keeping his hand where it was. My heart was pounding like crazy. He then unbuttoned my jeans and slowly made his way down to my cock. He gripped it gently. My heart was pounding even harder and I suddenly got this feeling of “want”. I wanted this. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me in the short time we had. I reached back with my left arm and touched and grabbed at his ass, while my right arm reached up and touched the back/side of his head as he slowly began stroking me. At this moment he spun me around which made a slight noise when I brushed up against the hanging clothes. He pulled his shorts down a bit revealing his cock. He placed my right hand on it. I held it for a couple of seconds and then slowly stroked him. We were both now slowly stroking each others cocks. We both looked at each other and knew we wanted more. He whispered into my ear “I’ve been wanting this.” I didn’t say anything back at first as I was terrified of someone walking in trying to see if anyone was hiding in the room; and I also just had no idea what to say lol. It felt like a long time, he and I staring at each other as we stroked each other, but it was probably only 10 to 15 seconds. That’s when I built up the courage and whispered into his ear, “Do you want to put your cock in my mouth?” I honestly can not believe I said those words in that moment. Like I said before, I suddenly wanted this so badly. Never knew I could’ve ever wanted it, but in that moment I knew I did. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I wanted to do as much as we could with the limited time we had. I wanted to let him do whatever he wanted to me.
Not only was I incredibly nervous from what was happening, but also from the fact that at any second our family could walk into the room we were hiding in and search the room. Because of how well we were hidden, though, I felt confident that we would have enough time to compose ourselves.
Anyways, after I said those words he gripped my cock fairly tight and said, “Yes.” That’s all. It was at this moment the furnace kicked on, which made my heart skip a beat. I thought my cousin had barged in or something. My mind instantly thought that this was impeccable timing. The furnace was fairly loud which made me feel safer in a way. I got to my knees and held his cock in my right hand. I looked up thinking I would look him in his eyes as I placed it in my mouth, but it was too dark for that. I faced his cock and stuck out my tongue. My tongue touching his cock for the first time sent a surge of chills throughout my body. I licked his cock from the base to the tip a few times. “Fuck” he said as I slowly licked it from the base to the tip one last time.
He placed his hand on the top of my head, just placing it there while saying “make me feel good.” Him saying those words drove me fucking crazy. It felt so dirty. In the best ways possible. I never in my life would’ve thought my cousin and I would be saying, yet alone doing, any of this. I opened my mouth and slowly took his cock in my mouth. “Fuck” he said. After maybe 25 seconds of putting a little more of it in at a time I finally had all of his cock in my mouth. “Oh my fucking god” he said. He was as surprised as I was. I was so happy I was able to take all of him in my mouth. I gagged a little bit but not too much. His hand was still on my head. He placed his other hand on it as well and slowly started fucking my mouth. He asked “is this okay?”
I pulled away from his cock, looked up, and said “you can do whatever you want to me”. Never had I talked like this before. I loved saying it though. Saying this made him more aggressive. He took control of my head. Took control of my mouth. His cock made its way back into my mouth. This would be the first of several times my cousin fucked my mouth; and I loved every second of it. Keep in mind all of this happened in a short amount of time.
Approximately 20 seconds into him fucking my mouth he stopped abruptly. In those 20 or so seconds I was completely lost in it. I had forgotten about the worry of someone coming into the room to search for whoever might be in there. The dim beam from the flashlight could be seen from outside the room, but it was difficult to tell where it was exactly. I was terrified. We paused for maybe 10 seconds and realized Anna had gone into one of the two rooms down the hall from us. We both knew we still had time, but not much at all. I was looking up at him waiting instructions. He said “what should we do?” and somewhat laughed. I stood up while grabbing his cock and said into his ear, “Do it. I want you to fuck my mouth until you cum.” Again, talking like this was so foreign for me, but I loved talking to him like this. He did too. He aggressively pushed me down back onto my knees and placed his hands on my head. Reminder, the furnace was thankfully still on. If it hadn’t turned on when it did I don’t think much of this would’ve happened. Especially this next part.
Once his cock was back in my mouth, he took control. This time it was more aggressive. Knowing that I could handle the size of his cock without gagging too much, he thrust himself into my mouth a handful of times before drastically increasing his speed and finding a constant rhythm. Although the furnace muffled the sounds of him fucking my mouth, I was so nervous as to how loud we were becoming. I was once again lost in lust. Every second we had meant so much. Every second his cock was thrust in my mouth felt incredible. I wish I had a better vocabulary to describe just how much I loved it lol. Maybe just a couple of minutes ago my cousin and I were simply playing along with a game of hide ‘n seek with the fam; and now he was fucking my mouth.
As this was happening I remember thinking how lucky we were to have as much time as we did. I’m not exactly sure how long, but it felt like he was fucking my mouth for maybe a minute straight, which was more time than I thought we’d have. After approximately one minute he began thrusting even harder and said something like, “Oh my god. Fuck. Fuck.” And that’s when he exploded into my mouth. He stopped thrusting and kept his cock in my mouth. I couldn’t contain myself and moaned as he continued to fill my mouth with his cum. He came so much. And god he tasted so good. After his last bit of cum entered my mouth I gently licked the bottom of his cock as he kept it in for maybe 5 seconds longer. “Oh my fucking god” he said. His cock then left my mouth. I didn’t swallow his cum just yet. I wanted to savor every second I could with it. I had tasted my own cum in the past a handful of times, but certainly never someone else’s. And having a mouthful of it was incredible.
I loved being face fucked. Loved the feeling of his cock tensing up just before he came. Loved the feeling of the cum landing in my mouth. And I loved the taste of him.
He pulled me up and grabbed my cock. It was completely covered in my precum. Him: “Holy shit” as he chuckled I then swallowed. “I just swallowed all of your cum” I said into his ear. Him: “I’d do the same for you if we had more time”, as he continued stroking my cock. I told him I was so close to cumming and told him to stop. I didn’t want to yet. I actually liked the feeling of wanting to cum so badly, but waiting. Although I wanted to cum, I knew we would all most likely want to play another game at some point before we all left, so I was hopeful that we’d be able to do more later.
Maybe another minute had passed and Anna pushed the door to the room we were hiding in the rest of the way open. We had already composed ourselves and cleaned up as much as we could, but I knew my shirt was a bit messy as I could feel it was wet from all the spit. I had used a shirt on the rack to clean up my face. After we were found we helped find the last two who were still hidden. Bradley grabbed and caressed my ass in the darkness a few times as we helped search. I grabbed my hoodie resting on the chair I was sitting in before we began playing and put it on. This covered my messy shirt before the basement lights were turned on.
Luckily dinner wasn’t quite ready and we all had time for another game.
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Sail Away [M19/F19/NB19] [Bi] [Oral] [Anal] [Threesome] [Work in progress]
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The gray skies were starting to clear as Billy expertly piloted the boat to rest alongside the dock. Cutting the engine, he quickly tossed lines to Toby and Ali. They pulled the boat in against the dock and tied it to the waiting cleats. The bumpers Billy had put out squeaked as the low waves in the harbor gently lifted and lowered the sailboat, their home for the next week, up and down. His parents had graciously offered to let them borrow it for the trip, a vacation for the group of the childhood friends, reuniting after another year away at different colleges.
Ali and Toby had arrived on the island on the same ferry the day before. They met up at the terminal and spent the whole crossing talking non stop about what we'd been up to for the past year and their upcoming adventure. The conversation was just starting to slow when the ferry docked and they disembarked, walking off with their bags and scanning the waiting crowd for Billy. He waved them down and greeted them warmly then led them to the car. On the way to his parent's vacation house they stopped in the little town to get dinner and supplies, Billy leading them to all the best shops and avoiding the tourist traps. Ali and Toby followed along, remembering some of them from previous visits.
They stopped at a hardware store, a bookstore, and a boutique where Ali picked out a new bikini. They picked up dinner from a little restaurant and, having planned their meals ahead of time, they made an efficient trip through the grocery store, splitting a week's worth of food, snacks, and drinks. With their packed bags still in the car, it was a tight fit as they took the short drive to the house. They unloaded the food, dropped their bags where they would be sleeping, and sat down to eat and continue to catch up.
Each of the friends took turns telling each other of their adventures throughout the year, the trials and tribulations of their freshman years in college. From the way Billy told it he’d spent most of the year partying, but seemed to have spent enough time focusing on his classes to at least decide that he was probably going to major in some form of engineering, or biology, or maybe business. Ali had been much more studious, always knowing she would study psychology, and was well on her way to getting her prereqs out of the way. Toby’s experience had been somewhere between the two. They still weren’t sure of the direction they wanted to go, but had become more comfortable with his non-binary demiboy identity, using gender neutral pronouns full time now, not just with their friends. The conversation broadened as the night drew on. They reminisced, shared their dreams for the future, and discussed the trip they had ahead of them until they couldn’t keep their eyes open any longer.
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They were all yawning in the crisp morning air as they loaded the boat, none of them having gone to bed until the small hours of the morning. Their bags were thrown haphazardly into the cabins, then the food passed down to Toby in the galley. Designated as chef for the trip, Toby loaded up the cabinets, fridge, and freezer with the provisions, then started the kettle, boiling water to make tea for them all. While Toby did that Billy and Ali set about making the boat ready to sail, doing a final check of the lines, the dingy, the fuel and water tanks, the computers and electronics, and everything else the boat needed to set sail. When the final checks were complete they locked up the car, grabbed some pastries from the cafe, and cast off.
The calm sounds of seabirds and lapping waves in the harbor were punctuated by the staccato hum of the diesel motor as it pushed them out into the bay. While Billy navigated them towards open water Ali and Toby went inside to get the cabins set up. Ali had the cabin in the bow and Billy and Toby would be sharing the one in the stern. The dining table could be turned into another bed, but Billy and Toby said it would be too much hassle. The real reason they were sharing had more to do with what they expected to get up to at night. Billy and Toby had been experimenting and eventually having sex since they hit puberty. It started as messing around after the lights went out during a sleepover and instantly became the highlight of any time they could get together. Slumber parties, camping trips, and days left home alone all had the extra thrill of lust.
Ali was the only one who knew, having caught them once at a sleepover birthday party at Toby’s house, the first that their parents decided Ali had to sleep separately from the boys. Toby had been disappointed that they wouldn't be able to stay up all night talking together but excited by what Billy and Toby could get up to instead. They were making out and touching each other under the blankets with their underwear around their ankles when the doorknob slowly turned and Ali snuck into the room. She didn't see much, but their frantic shuffling and Billy's empty sleeping bag on the floor told the story. Her only response was a tactful raised eyebrow while they pulled on their underwear under the blankets.
As they got a little older and it became easier to get time alone together the sex became more frequent, then one day it stopped all at once. Billy wanted to ask a girl out and didn't think it would be right to be sleeping with them at the same time he was going out with someone else. Toby didn't want to stop him, she was really cute and they were sure she would say yes, and they’d never talked about a relationship. They were just best friends with benefits. Still, they missed more than just the sex when it was over.
Billy's relationship came and went, plus one or two more but they didn't get back together, just friends through highschool then away to university. Toby had a couple flings this last year at school but nothing that stuck. All three of them were single going into the trip, a situation that had all of their brains spitting out fantasies port and starboard, unbeknownst to one another.
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"That's done," Billy announced from the other side of the table, exhaling more smoke into the already hazy compartment, grimacing at the now acrid taste coming from the roach in his fingers.
"Give it to me," Toby said and took it from his outstretched hand. "I gotta pee anyway."
Ali hadn't smoked in a while and was blissed out on the bench next to them, head leaning back listening to the smooth electronic music playing throughout the boat. When she didn't show any sign of getting out of their way Toby stood on the bench and stepped over her. Their first real night on the boat and already the main cabin was a bit of a mess. Remnants of dinner and snacks filled the galley, drink cans and playing cards fought for room on the table. Their heavier layers, necessary earlier when they were outside in the evening chill, were now discarded around the cabin.
Toby climbed up the stairs and opened the hatch to the stern. The cool crisp air was a sudden contrast to the smokey humid warmth below. They walked out into the dark and took one last puff off the joint while looking up at the stars, then flicked it into the water. They spent another minute marveling at how little light pollution there was out here before unzipping his fly. They heard the hatch and Billy's footsteps as their stream started to splash into the ocean. They assumed he needed to relieve himself as well and would wait his turn or go off another side of the boat. Instead he walked up behind them and wrapped his arms around their chest, pressed his body against mine, and leaned his head over their shoulder.
They were both a little drunk, a little stoned, a little cold in the ocean breeze. He was warm and strong behind me, and sounded confident and playful when he whispered into Toby’s ear.
"I want you."
He swallowed hard and responded in a voice that sounded more like begging than they meant it to.
"Yes please."
One of his hands drifted lower, eventually brushing mine aside to take a gentle hold of their cock. He held the tip between two fingers, pointing it upwards so the stream formed an arc and made as much noise as possible when it hit the rippling water below. His feet shuffled closer and he felt his erection press against their ass.
"I haven't been able to think about anything else for weeks, months maybe" he whispered urgently, then began to kiss and nibble their ear. "No one at school was ever as good as you." As their stream tapered off he started to stroke their cock slowly while telling them how good he was going to fuck them later.
"What about Ali?" Toby asked.
"Sure, her too if she's into it," he responded.
"No you idiot," they giggled. "What if she finds out?"
"So what if she does?"
I was going to say more, but he started to kiss their neck and found the spot where their neck meets their collarbone that makes them melt and they stopped thinking about such things.
They did have enough cognitive function left to consider that if they left him in this state he wouldn't be able to last as long later in bed as he had been bragging about. They softly took their hardening cock from his grip and tucked it back into their pants. They turned around and knelt on the teak in front of him, lifted his shirt up and saw the head of his uncircumcised cock poking up past the waistband of his sweatpants. They ran their hand up his leg and over his cock, leaned in to swirl their tongue in his bellybutton, then down, to play with the head of his cock with their tongue and lips.
Billy groaned loudly. They were glad of the loud music in the cabin that would mask it from Ali, assuming she hadn't completely passed out. They pulled his waistband down below his balls and started to play. His cock was long and thick and would have eclipsed their more average member if they pressed them together. Toby could fit about half of it past their lips before it began to be a challenge. They took it deep for a bit, then kissed and licked up and down his shaft. After sucking and stroking his cock for barely a minute they could tell he was about to explode. They knew he would be pent up and have a huge load so they pulled off and let it shoot into the ocean for a moment, then took his pulsing cock as back into their mouth. His hands gripped their hair, pushing and pulling, shoving deeper and fucking his cum down their throat. It was a familiar taste, nostalgic, neither good nor bad but one always associated with a pleasure in their memory.
He fucked their throat then held them as far down as they could manage. Toby had underestimated the amount of cum he still had for them but was able to swallow most of it. They looked up into his eyes while his cock twitched a few last times and saw his relief and satisfaction, plus a spark of something more.
Alone in the cabin Ali decided now was as good of time as any to use the head. She giggled a little bit at the pleasant way her head spun a little as she stood up, a result of the booze and the gentle rocking of the boat, and was grateful again that she didn’t get sea sick. She was happier than she’d been in months. The stress of school and everything that came with it were melting off. It felt so good to finally let loose after such a long year of focusing strictly on her studies. The only thing that could have made this trip better was someone to share her bed with at night. She’d had a few nights with a boy at the beginning of the year, but a combination of her focus on school, and poor luck at the few social events she’d made it to, resulted in a dry spell lasting the rest of the year. She had her vibrator tucked away in one of her bags with her underwear, but she would have much rather have had someone warm and strong to get her off.
Ali was just about to pull down her shorts, thinking about how unfair it was that the boys could just stand up and go off the back of the boat, when she glanced through the small porthole in the bathroom that looked out onto the back of the boat from just above the deck. The light was dim and her view not entirely unobstructed, but there was no mistaking the scene that was going on before eyes. She bit her lip as she watched Billy with his arms wrapped around Toby’s smaller frame and his lips pressed against Toby’s neck. Memories of catching the two of them in bed together came flooding into her mind’s eye. She felt a little embarrassed to be spying, but as Toby turned around and dropped to his knees there was no way she could tear her eyes away.
She could feel herself getting wet as she watched, and almost subconsciously her dominant hand slid over her body and under the waistband of her shorts and panties. Her fingers slid past her clit to her entrance, feeling just how wet she was, then using some of that wetness as she played with her clit. She wished she had her toy, but it was in her cabin and she thought if she went to get it she might miss the whole thing. As she listened to Billy’s moans and suppressed her own, she started to imagine herself in Toby’s position, then what it would be like for both of them with their hands all over her body.
She was annoyed when Billy didn’t last long enough for her to finish. Feeling pent up and frustrated and like her pussy might start dripping through her panties, she finished using the bathroom as the boys headed back inside.
Toby let Billy pull him in for a long deep kiss when he stood back up, but pushed his hands away when he reached for his cock. “Not now. We’ve been out here too long already,” he whispered, looking back at the hatch to the cabin. “Ali’s gonna come looking if we don’t go back in soon.”
“I don’t care,” Billy replied in a low voice that was almost a growl, looking into their eyes. “I want you and I don’t care who knows.” Toby felt their cheeks start to burn at the passion in his voice and his eyes that told them he meant he wanted them for more than just sex.
“Well I do.” They tried to change the subject quickly, not sure how they felt about the emotions he’d sensed in his friend. Despite having sex regularly they had always just been friends with benefits, nothing more. He swallowed hard as he looked into the taller boy's eyes, so full of lust and longing. It was hard to resist his friends' desires, and his own, but the fear of the embarrassment he’d feel if they were caught by Ali again won out.
Billy’s laughter finally broke the tension as Toby reached out to tickle the side of his stomach, a tactic they’d often used to get away when the two would wrestle when they were younger and he was using.
“Fine, fine,” Billy said through his laughter, stepping back. “You win. I’m going to get you back for that later tonight though.” He tweaked Toby’s nose then turned around and walked back inside, stumbling just a little from the intoxication and the rocking of the boat. Toby took a few moments to collect themself before following, taking a deep breath to settle his nerves and letting their his erection settle down to something less noticeable through his tight shorts.
There was a different energy in the cabin when Toby descended back down, a bit of awkward tension in the air. Ali was worried about the redness of her cheeks, even though she could have passed it off as a reaction to the alcohol without even lying, but Billy was oblivious and Toby too focused on trying to get their cock to settle down. Billy wasn’t making it any easier with his little touches and meaning filled glances.
They talked about the forecast and where they’d anchor the following day for a while until, with an exaggerated yawn, Billy announced he was ready for bed. Toby and Ali quickly agreed at the same time, talking over one another in their haste to escape the awkwardness they each thought they were experiencing alone. With a little giggle and a quick hug the three retreated to their separate rooms.
Toby barely had time to close the door behind them before Billy pulled them down onto the bed and started to tug at their clothes. They could only laugh at their friend's eagerness as they let him pull off their shirt. Billy kissed their chest aggressively, occasionally sinking his teeth into their skin hard enough to leave a little mark, as he pulled their shorts and boxer briefs off together. Once he had Toby naked he descended on their cock without hesitation, making up for a certain lack of skill with enthusiasm. Toby dropped their head back, lost in the pleasure as Billy’s hands and mouth roamed over his body. They held a hand over their mouth to silence a groan as he took his balls into his mouth one at a time, sucking gently while his hand stroked his cock up and down. It was only when his tongue started to move lower that they stopped him.
“Wait, I need a shower first,” they said, knowing what Billy had planned next and pulling his head away. Billy groaned and flopped down onto the bed.
“Fine, just hurry,” he said with a grin and sarcastic sigh.
Toby stuck out their tongue at his friend then dug through a bag for their pouch of toiletries, thanking themself silently for including a bottle of lube in with his other things. Stepping through the door into the head, they blew a kiss and winked at Billy and closed the door behind them. They didn’t take any extra time getting ready but they also didn’t rush. They took a few deep breaths to relax as the hot water ran down over their head and they rubbed themselves all over with soap. Squirting out a bit of lube, they made sure they were ready for the night ahead, then rinsed off the excess, turned off the shower and dried off.
On the other side of the boat, Ali had immediately stripped off her clothes, dug her little vibrator out of her backpack, buried herself in blankets to mute the buzzing, turned it on to a low setting and held it against her swollen clit. She bit her arm to stay quiet as the first waves of gentle pleasure washed over her and she imagined what was going on in the other cabin. The sound of the shower running brought her out of her reverie for a bit, thinking there was no way they were done already, until she realized why one of them, Toby she assumed, might want to be clean before they really got started. When the shower turned off she turned her toy up and let her imagination run wild.
Suddenly a little embarrassed, Toby hesitated before opening the door back into the cabin he was sharing with Billy. They took one more breath and turned the handle, and any hesitation vanished when they saw Billy waiting naked for them and the way he looked back at them. Without a word Billy took their hand and drew them back down onto the bed, laying the wet towel down on the bed underneath them. He kissed and caressed them again much more gently now. His hands wandered over their still damp skin as his tongue pushed its way through their lips to explore their mouth. Toby didn’t resist at all, finally letting go of their reservations and giving up all control of the situation to Billy.
For a while they made out, Billy’s body pressing Toby’s down into the bed. When they finally had to break away for air, both of them panting as they stared into each other’s eyes, Billy could no longer resist and rolled his friend over onto his stomach. His lips started at Toby’s neck and he kissed his way down their back. His hands squeezed their butt then one of them slid under his hips, lifting them up a little then wrapping around their cock. It was as hard as his own as he rubbed against their butt, feeling Toby press back against him. His mouth moved lower and lower, past the small of his back and to his cheeks. He gave one of them a nibble then pushed his tongue between them. Even through the blanket Toby bit down on his moan of pleasure was very audible as Billy started to eagerly tongue his hole.
The feeling was unfamiliar but oh so pleasurable, and soon Toby had to tug his friend’s hand away from their cock to keep the feeling from overwhelming them. The last thing they wanted to do was cum this soon. Billy resisted for a moment, then took the opportunity to use both his hands to spread Toby’s cheeks wider apart and push his tongue in a little deeper.
“P-please,” Toby groaned after a few more moments. “Please, I…” He couldn’t even come up with the words to finish the sentence, but it was enough for Billy. Kneeling with his legs spread out over Toby’s legs and taking the bottle of lube from where they had set it on the bed, he squeezed a generous amount between their cheeks. Toby gasped a little at the cold, and then pushed their face down into the pillow as they felt Billy start to rub it in with his middle finger.
“Good boy,” Billy whispered into Toby’s ear as he felt their hole relax as he massaged it gently, taking his time. A little harder and the tip of his finger popped inside, and he heard a whimper come from Toby’s covered face. In and out his finger slid, and as it got easier he added a bit more lube, then slowly added a second, feeling his friend's hole stretch around them. He stroked himself a little as he continued to warm Toby up, precum squeezing out in anticipation.
“I-I think I’m ready,” Toby squeaked out, turning their head to look back at Billy behind them.
“Are you sure?” asked Billy, not wanting to hurt his friend. Toby just nodded in response, a blush and a grin growing on their face, even though they weren’t entirely sure.
“You’re not that big,” they teased.
Needing no further encouragement, Billy slid his fingers out and squeezed out more lube onto them then rubbed it onto his cock. He angled it down until the tip was pressing against Toby’s eager hole. They raised their hips up a little further and pushed back as Billy pushed forward. Toby almost regretted teasing their friend when the head of his cock started to stretch him wide, but as soon as it popped inside the feelings of pleasure running through him overwhelmed any indecision.
“Fuck you’re tight,” Billy groaned, causing Toby to blush even harder.
“Shh,” they hushed him. “Ali might still be awake.”
“Mmm, fine,” Billy moaned as his cock pushed further into Toby’s ass. The words were barely any quieter, making Toby wonder if Billy had actually heard, but then they felt his cock pushing against his prostate and any objections were lost, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure coursing through him.
“Oh god, Billy,” they gasped before he grabbed a handful of their hair and pushed his face back into the pillow and his cock bottomed out inside his friend. He gave Toby a few minutes to get used to the feeling then started to move again. As he started to thrust slowly in and out he could hear Toby still making noise. Was he crying?
“Are you ok?” He asked with concern, letting Toby lift up his head. “Should I stop?”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” they replied, wiping their eyes and looking back. If they were crying, they were tears of pleasure, and the lustful look in their eyes made Billy grin. Reassured, he grabbed Tobys hips with both hands and started to fuck him earnestly.
“Silly boys,” Ali thought to herself in her cabin, able to hear every grunt and moan. “Billy at least should know how easy sound passes through a boat like this. Or maybe he does and he just doesn’t care.” That last thought made a shiver run up her spine at the idea of him wanting to be heard, maybe even wanting her to join in. She turned her vibrator up one setting higher, and almost immediately felt the orgasm that had been building inside of her break through her control and wash over her. It was the first one she’d had in a week, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last she had tonight. She rode it out, making it last as long as she could, then turned her toy off to give her now extra sensitive clit a break, and started to use her fingers instead. She slid two inside of her for a little while, listening to the boys fuck so close by, imagining what it would feel like to have one of them inside her instead.
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Despite normally being a late sleeper, Toby woke up first. They were immensely comfortable between their two friends but knew they wouldn't be getting back to sleep, so after waking sufficiently they extricated himself from the bed with as little disturbance to their bedmates as they could manage. They knew from experience that Billy would wake up when he was ready and it would take more than a little shuffling to get him up early, but Ali was curled right up next to him and was a lighter sleeper. Once he’d managed that and found a clean pair of boxer briefs to pull on they padded out into the galley to start boiling some water for tea. While they waited for the kettle they wandered out onto the deck. A quick look around told him that they were still alone in the picturesque cove so they stretched and relaxed openly in the morning sun.
Toby was standing on the bow admiring the view when they heard soft footsteps coming from behind him. They could tell just from the sound that it was Ali.
“Sorry if I woke you,” they said softly without turning around as she stepped up behind him and wrapped her arms around their waist. As she pressed her body to theirs, they could feel that she was still as naked as she had been when he’d left her in bed. Her reply to their apology was a soft shush and series of soft kisses on their neck, shoulders, and back. Toby let out a little gasp when her soft lips found a particularly sensitive spot on their neck and turned around to face her. She had a soft, sleepy, mischievous smile on her face as their eyes met and the next kiss landed on their lips. Her arms went over their shoulders and theirs wrapped around her waist as they shared a long soft kiss.
“Don’t apologize,” she said softly in one of the short moments when their lips were apart. “I wanted to let you have me all to yourself.” Toby gulped a little at the passion and desire in her eyes and her voice. She reached between them as their tongues intertwined and palmed the bulge in their boxer briefs. They wondered why they even bothered to put them on as she stroked their shaft through the thin stretchy fabric. His hand reached lower, too her tight little butt, and when they spread her cheeks a little they could feel the buttplug with its shiny jewel still in her ass from the night before. Toby played with it a little as they made out and they decided how they wanted to use her, since she had made it clear that’s what she wanted when she’d declared her submissive desires the night before.
It didn’t even take a word to get her on her knees, just a bit of gentle pressure on her shoulders. She obediently knelt in front of them as they leaned back against the railing that wrapped around the deck of the boat. With one of her hands between her legs and the other on their leg she started to kiss and lick their cock through the fabric of their underwear, soaking them with saliva in spots before sucking them dry. She spent extra time at the tip, tasting the precum that was already leaking from their cock into the fabric. Toby groaned from the stimulation, the warmth and the soft pressure, and played with her hair as she played with their bulge.
Neither of them were in a hurry and both were enjoying the tease, so it was a few minutes before she began to pull down on the elastic waistband of their boxer briefs. She let it catch on their stiff cock, pulling it down until it finally sprang free to slap against their stomach. They both giggled a little as she pulled their underwear the rest of the way off and tucked it somewhere it wouldn't blow away. Their eyes met again and this time locked together as she leaned forward, her lips reaching for their cock again. Toby let out a long sigh when the first pressed against the sensitive tip and her tongue reached out to lick in circles around the head. She lickedtheir shaft and brushed her lips over every inch of him, but each time her lips started to wrap around the head of their cock she gave a cute little smirk and pulled her head back to tease him some more.
“Little brat,” they said with a grin when they figured out the game she was playing. She wanted him to make her. She looked up at him with wide eyes full of fake innocence as she continued to tease their dick. The next time she took the tip between her lips their grip on the hair on the back of her head tightened and they pushed her down hard, forcing their cock into her mouth as she tried to pull back. The fingers on her clit sped up as more and more of their length pushed its way between her lips.
The night before had been clarifying for her, and she felt almost none of the shame she so often had when giving in to her submissive desires. She felt free and more herself than ever as she let this boy who she’d known for so long have their way with her mouth out in the open air. The ache of her knees and her throat were more than worth it for the waves of pleasure she felt her fingers stroking her clit and the thrill of being in such a vulnerable and exposed position. It felt like no time before she was on the edge of an orgasm, but with the decision the boys had made that she wasn’t allowed to cum unless both of them agreed, and Billy still asleep, all she could do was edge over and over. She didn’t even really mind though. It would have been nice to cum, but the physical pleasure she still felt, the always ready for more state the denial left her in, and the way it made her feel so useful, like such a good girl, were even better.
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The boy’s usually wore something while they were underway, Toby with their boxer briefs and Billy in a tight fitting pair of speedos, but Ali seemed to have decided to go naked for as much of the trip as possible. With her relatively flat chest and lack of anything swinging between her legs meant there was little extra risk to her helping to sail the craft nude. With the calm breeze and flat water there really wasn’t that much to do once they were underway anyway. Most of the time Billy took the helm, teaching the other two about sailing as they went and telling them which ropes to pull, and when. There were long stretches of time where nothing was needed besides a steady hand at the helm, so once Toby and Ali got bored of learning the best way to move with the floor at an angle and picking Billy’s brain about sailing they had to find other ways of entertaining themselves.
Billy did his best to keep the boat steady as the ocean passed beneath them, and even though there were a few dips and turns here and there he thought he did a pretty good job considering the two sets of lips making their way up and down the shaft of his cock. He gripped the wheel tight as he strained to keep himself upright and the boat straight while Ali sucked on his balls and Toby licked his shaft from base to tip. The biggest jolt came when Ali took the head of his cock in her mouth and Toby pushed her head down until Billy's entire cock went down her throat. Toby stared into his eyes then kissed his hard stomach as they held the occasionally struggling girl’s head against his hips. When they finally let her up to breathe, they only gave her a moment before they pushed her down again, this time not quite as hard, moving her head up and down on Billy’s cock. Her eyes were watering a little but full of satisfaction at her ability and how much pleasure she knew she was providing.
They tried their best to make Billy cum while he steered the boat, but with his focus and determination he was able to resist long enough for them to get bored and give up, deciding a naked nap on the large outdoor couch near the helm would be more fun. Billy grinned, both from a joy at winning and from knowing how much better an orgasm he would have later that night due to his ability to resist. He watched and occasionally stroked himself as Toby and Ali cuddled on the sofa gently kissing, touching, and grinding on each other as they napped in the afternoon sun.
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My first older woman [M18/F40][Cheating][Risky] [Cougar/Cub][GF mom][Oral][Almost Caught]
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I was staying with my girlfriend's family for a week to help with a roof and to go on a hunting trip as a reward after we were done. The night before we were to go on the trip, my girlfriend stayed at a friend's place and her brother had to drive a few hours away to help a friend of his out, basically canceling the trip.
I was in the brother's room playing Playstation when their mom came in, shut the door and sat on the bed next to me, watching me play my game. She asked how I was doing and if I needed anything from the kitchen; something to drink, a snack, and I told her sure, that some orange juice would be nice.
She came back after a few minutes with a tall glass, and handed it to me, and I took a few big gulps from it before I realized that it was strongly alcoholic. She just smiled at me and giggled when I started to choke on my drink, and asked me if it was okay. As I caught my breath, and took a couple more swallows, I nodded, "yes ma'am, I just wasn't expecting that."
"Oh? Then you won't be expecting this either," as she unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and with one swift motion, she took me into her mouth. I wish I could describe what this woman was doing with her tongue, but I was instantly hard and pumping two nuts worth of teen jism down her throat. The way she was moaning, I could feel my toes curling backwards until they touched the heels of my feet.
While she's massaging my still tumescent member with her amazing oral skills, there's a knock at the door. "Honey, I'm going to bed. I'll see you in the morning." With a slight pop of my cock from her mouth, "okay baby, I'll see you then!" and without missing a beat, right back to work she went. I'm petrified at this point, staring at her with fear in my eyes. She smiled up at me with a mouthful of my 18 year old meat, patting me on the chest to comfort me, and taking my body to places I haven't been yet, and very rarely have been since.
I could feel my loins tightening again, but she slowed her rhythm just long enough to get her finger nice and wet, right before slipping it up my ass. My body arched off of the bed and let out a little yip, not because it hurt, but because it startled me more than anything. Whispering to me, 'relax baby, you're going to love this'.
Bygum if she wasn't right... she found a spot, and with deft precision milked my young prostate as if her life depended on it. I thought my body was going to fold in half backwards from the immense pleasure I was receiving. She picked up a pillow, shoved it on my face and I held it there as she sucked and twisted my shaft, massaging my ball sac, and strumming a tune in my asshole that I couldn't resist the impending explosion, and explode I did. It felt as if I came for minutes. She would press my button again and I could feel my cum being forced out against my will, and every time she would mew and moan with each gush.
When she was finally sated, wearing a big smile on her face, she squeezed my dick from the base to the tip, like a tube of toothpaste, trying to get the very last drop. Satisfied with the work she put in, she gave my pecker a final kiss, tucked everything back into their proper compartments, buttoned and zipped my shorts up and walked right out the door as if nothing happened.
That was the beginning of a very intense and informative time of my life at the hands of a nurturing lover and instructor...
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[M/S] I think my mom and I are developing feelings for each other.
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I'm a 22 year-old college student and have always had a closer-than-normal relationship with my mother (44), who had been my primary caretaker growing up after unusual circumstances took my dad out of the picture. While she's always been fiercely independent, I took on more of a protector role in my mid-teens after a few too many guys took advantage of her and her situation.
As a result, after growing concerned for her when my younger (and only) brother also left for school this past fall, I decided to find a part-time job back home (~1.5 hours from school) that would give me an excuse to drive home for the weekends to spend some time with her.
My shifts ended up being fairly consistent and we were able to establish a weekly movie night each Saturday where we take turns picking out movies to watch together (new, old, good, bad, sometimes just to watch, other times to make fun of). After just a few weeks I really came to look forward to movie nights, mostly because my relationship with my mom had been evolving since I had initially left for college and over time she had become less of a parential unit to me and more of a friend and confidant. We could make lewd jokes, laugh together, and enjoy the company of someone we knew wasn't going to judge us or leave us for any reasons.
And then something happened this past weekend during movie night that's led me to believe our relationship might be budding into something even more.
It was our typical movie night and just my mom and I as my younger brother was out celebrating with friends. It was my turn to pick the movie, and so I picked something holiday-themed and fairly long that would help keep us up to ring in the new year at midnight. We grabbed our snacks and joined each other on the couch to start the movie.
On a typical movie night I'd sit in the armchair and she'd sit on the sofa with her feet propped up on the coffee table. Given the longer movie length this particular week, we decided to make ourselves comfortable and grabbed some pillows and blankets and both got situated on the sofa in a way that I was sitting on one end while she was laying on a pillow propped up against me and sprawled out on the rest of the sofa.
She must have gotten uncomfortable after the first hour or so due to the sofa length not allowing her to completely stretch her legs and made an effort to sit up, grabbing my hand as leverage in the process to swing her legs around to prop up on the coffee table.
The touching of our hands shouldn't have been particularly sensual, but for some reason it sent a wave of electricity through the rest of my body. It had been quite some time that I had experienced any sort of physical affection from my mother - while she was extremely affectionate when we were younger, my brother and I both decided that hugs, eskimo kisses, and holding your mom's hand wasn't cool well before we even hit our preteens.
At the time I wasn't sure if she had felt similarly after touching my hand, but I would have sworn she held it longer than necessary and stroked my thumb before pulling it away.
I wanted to chase that feeling, and so like a couple of teenagers in a movie theater, I re-adjusted my position on the sofa in a way that naturally allowed me to place my hand directly next to hers without actually touching it.
Over the next hour or so, I'd occasionally shift my body (I've always been fidgety), bumping her hand with my pinky every time. Eventually, I gathered the courage to brush her hand and not immediately remove mine. My pinky was intertwined with her thumb, and before I could figure out my next move, I felt her thumb squeeze my pinky as to suggest she was happy I had made the move.
After a few minutes of flirting with our fingers, I grabbed her hand to hold it. Despite being nervous as hell, we immediately looked at each other, smiled, and went back to watching the movie as if it were completely natural.
We both stayed in that position, holding hands, until the end of the movie just shortly before midnight. We switched to a local channel, stayed up long enough to celebrate the new year, and uneventfully went our separate ways to bed.
After some reflection since then, I've realized I'm developing romantic feelings for my mom, but I'm not sure they're mutual. I'll be sure to keep this subreddit updated after this weekend, when I'll probably test the waters again to figure out if this is going to go anywhere.
In the meantime, I'd also welcome movie recommendations for the next time I have to pick (two weeks from now). I typically lean towards highly rated movies that flew under the radar and are lesser known, but am open to anything.
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[CM/CF] I got a blow job from my cousin who lived with me for months. *Part 2* The Fingering
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So in my last post i described how my relationship with my live-in cousin started. It was all a bunch of gambles honestly that ended up with my dick in my cousin's mouth and her swallowing.
So for the next few weeks anytime she worked night shifts and i picked her up, she ALWAYS gave me a blowjob. At this point the smell of fastfood grease would turn me on lol.
A couple of times we would actually dry hump in the car, she would climb on top of me and grind on me while i would stuff my face between her tits. So far I had complete access to her tits and her ass but up until now I never was able to slide my hands down her pants to feel her pussy or anything.
However, one night she was on top of me grinding on me, she was getting herself off and I had her lean in and I whispered in her ear that I wanted her to feel good too, that I wanted her to cum. She gave off a suggestive " yea?" and I told her yes.
As she started kissing me, i reached down and tried to undo her pant buttons, but she stopped me and told me that she felt dirty from working. Playfully I say " ah okay i understand". I didn't want to push it or anything. She climbed off me and pulled my waist band down and got into that position again, where she was on her knees on the passenger side with her head buried in my lap, her ass pointed straight up in the air.
I know what you're thinking, after the 20th blowjob from my cousin that the spark would wear off but nope. If anything, it's only gotten better. By now we have gotten more comfortable with each other, I started holding her head down and having her gag on my dick, sometimes i would use both hands to hold her head still and I would pump my dick in her mouth and she loved that.
So once again I cum down her throat and she keeps sucking every last drop out of me. At this point she was a pro a sucking my dick. We finish up and we head home, the Sonic wasn't very far away so by the time we get there i still got a semi. As we pull up, we see the lights on in the living room, my lil cousin is watching tv. From this point forward we are back in normal mode.
She goes to shower, i go to the living room and sit down to watch the movie my lil cousin is watching, i sit in the love seat as my lil cousin laid down on the larger one.
After a few moments my cousin comes out of the shower, gets dressed and comes out to join us. She comes out wearing her white tank top and some lil booty shorts while carrying a blanket.
She sits next to me and now we are all watching this movie. My cousin is covered up under the blanket while I am not. My lil cousin is dozing off, we can see her eyes are closed. Eventually Shes knocked out and is sleeping. I then get a text from my cousin next to me and it just says " look"
I turn to look at her and she has her tits out. We have never messed around inside the house, so this was an instant turn on to me. Since I knew my lil cousin was asleep I took a real good look at her tits. I'm telling you, she had the palest tits, almost as if her skin was see thru. Even in the dark i could see some of the shadows from the veins.
I'm rock hard, all i can think about is fucking my cousin. I love her blowjobs but I want her pussy. My cousin the pulls her tank top back up and pulls the covers back up. This had to be God or something helping us out cause as soon as she did that my lil cousin who has been asleep, just wakes the fuck up and says Shes going to bed. She up and walks away to her room, and we hear her door close.
So here we are. Me with a hard on, my cousin wearing a tank top with no bra, who I know is horny as well. She puts the blanket over me now, and I lower the tv slightly, so we can hear if my lil cousin's door opens. Her door creaks, i been meaning to fix it but thank god i didn't.
My cousin grabs my arm and hugs it, as she reaches down my pants and starts squeezing and stroking me. Since this is the first time we have messed around where she wasn't wearing her Sonic uniform, i placed my hand on her thigh and rubbed it and just took it all in. My cousin had smooth legs. It felt nice just to rub and grab them.
At this point she was straight jacking me off. She spat on her hand and slide her hand back down and was giving me a fantastic hand job however, this whole time for the last few months she has been sucking me off and swallowing my cum and i haven't been able to do anything to her. So, I decided to change that. I told her to lean her back on to me, to explain, she was sitting to my left, so I lifted my left arm, had her turn herself slightly to the left as well to where her back was pressed up against my side.
With my left hand i was able to reach her tit and really grab it good. She turned her head to look at me and we kissed as I kept groping her. After a few minutes of us kissing and me feeling her up she mentioned how wet she was. Funny enough this is why i had her in this position, because I could reach her tits but also reach down and get between her legs if the situation called for it.
So, after she mentioned how wet she was, with my right hand i grab her neck gently and keep her face next to mine, my left hand lets go of her massive tits and slide down her stomach, to her waist. i didn't go under her pants right off the bat, I went over her shorts and rubbed her. She felt so warm. The first time i slide my hand down between her legs she left off a soft moan. I knew she liked it so i rubbed her slowly. We weren't kissing anymore she had her head leaned back, so her mouth was next to my ears and i could hear every soft moan and grunt and I loved it. With her right hand she goes back to stroking my dick.
Since she had her hand under my pants I figured this was a good as time as ever. I pulled my hand back up her waist and slide it down her waist band under her shorts. My cousin was not wearing underwear. Instantly I felt a warm feeling on my hand, she was very wet. Also, she felt incredible smooth, once again I learn something new about my cousin, she waxes and is hairless down there.
At first, I'm just sliding my hand up and down her pussy slowly. I'm using 2 fingers to rub it up and down slowly, sometimes stopping at her clit and rubbing that down nice and good. The whole time she is sucking air thru her teeth, making that sound, and moaning in my face as she still had a good grip on my dick and I felt that I was going to cum soon.
By now my entire hand is coated in her juice, I slowly slide a finger in and curled my finger up slightly. When I did this, she stopped jacking me off, she just moaned softly and bit her lip, she still had her hand on my cock, but it seems she couldn't think right anymore. I start sliding my finger in and out slowly, her pussy was hugging my finger it felt so tight. After a few moments I slide another finger in, she grunts softly as I have her entire pussy in my hand. I'm using the bowling ball method, i have my index and middle finger sliding in and out of her while my thumb is rubbing her clit. She starts jacking me off again, i knew she was close to cummings and so was I. She looks at me while biting her lip.
In hindsight what an amazing memory, here i am with my fingers in my cousin's pussy, while she is giving me a hand job, all while looking down her tank top and getting an amazing view of her cleavage. But anyways i start really speeding up my hand. My fingers are doing what I wish I could do with my cock. They are sliding in and out of her while I rub her clit. She starts arching her back, and closes her eyes while biting her lip, I knew she was going to cum soon, I keep moving my fingers in and out as fast as I can and my cousin is still jacking me off.
Oddly enough i bust first lol. I couldn't take it anymore. But my cousin wasn't that far behind, a few seconds later she gasps and her body trembles. Her breathing is now short and fast. She still has her head leaned back and has her eyes closed. She shakes for a bit, and squeezes her legs down on my hand. My cock is coating her hand with my cum, as she is still stroking it, she would rub her hand all the way to the head and get the cum on it and keep rubbing my dick, she made quite a mess but i didn't care.
My hands are still on her pussy with my fingers inside her. I'm watching her breath and with each breath her tits would somehow get bigger and puff out. After a few seconds she looked at me and kissed me. Our hands covered in each other's cum. This is where I fell in love with my cousin, on her own she pulled the blanket down off me and leaned down and sucked my head softly. Almost as if she wanted my cum in her mouth regardless. Her body was stretched out and I let her suck me off gently. She made sure to lick my head clean and her hand since it was covered in my cum. She then gave my head a lil kiss and leaned up and said she called dibs on the restroom.
Just like that we were back to normal. The night ended after that, and we both headed off to our room. I'm not going to lie and say as soon as she walked away that i didn't lick my fingers clean, i really wanted to eat her out but this would have to do.
So here i am guys. In hindsight this is the best period of my life. Getting weekly blowjobs from my cousin and finger fucking her. Life was good. But it could always be better.
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[MF] Voyeurism is an underrated kink
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So I can occasionally very faintly hear my neighbours having sex. It’s too faint to reeeally be that hot. But the thought of it is still exciting. It’s not as exciting as when i listened to my old flatmate getting fucked (refer to my previous posts about her. There are a lot and I hope to write more 🤞🏻) I’ve been trying to catch them at it when my fuck buddy is over so we can fuck while they do. But I’m not sure she’s really into that sort of thing.
So many people consider voyeurism too naughty and taboo, but I think that’s what makes it so exciting.
I understand people can take it too far into the realms of actually invading peoples privacy and do things like film them and put it on the internet. But if you’re just listening for yourself, it’s an insanely hot thing to do. Let me know your thoughts.
A few months ago I was seeing a girl and she knew about my old flatmate. She would suck my dick while asking me how badly I wished it was her sucking it. And if I missed standing outside her door listening to her getting pounded by a random tinder date.
THAT’s why voyeurism is the hottest kink.
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Hot neighbor. First meeting. Part 1
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I went to our neighbor Michelle. She was a pleasant woman in her 40s. I found her in a very spicy position covering the bed. The short dressing gown rose and exposed her round hips. The round ass looked very appetizing. My dick tensed up. I wanted to fuck her. I dreamed about our neighbor for a long time and often jerked off to her. I imagined fucking her in different positions. And I made up my mind. I came up behind and pulled off her thong. Michelle shuddered, turned, and pressed her face into my groin.
\- Alain, it's you, you rascal.
I quickly took off my shorts. The panties were pulled off by Michelle herself.
\- Wow, what a big and beautiful dick you have.
She immediately took my dick in her mouth. She rhythmically earned her mouth. Swallowing dick to the very balls. I couldn't last long and shot her with cum right in her mouth. Michelle swallowed it with gusto.
\- Alain, my dear boy, I have dreamed about this for so long. You are still so young, you are 18 years old. You are so sexy. I love sucking young cock so much.
Then she began to lick my balls. She was counting on a second run. Hui began to rise. I turned Michelle to the bed and placed her doggy style. Her pussy was so wet and so attractive.
I planted my dick and started fucking Michelle. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to me, rhythmically pushing her on my dick. Michelle moaned loudly in pleasure. The second time I lasted much longer. Michelle turned, knelt down and took my dick in her mouth. She skillfully sucked on the head, moved it with the tip of her tongue. Michelle was insatiable. She wanted a third time. Dick obeyed her pleasant caresses and rose again. Michelle turned her back to me. She put her hands on the bed. She spread her legs wider.
\- My boy, fuck me in the ass. I want to be your whore.
I began to drive the head of the dick over Michelle's labia and clitoris. I collected lube and put it on Michelle's asshole. With my movements, I excited Michelle more and more.
\- Alain, come on, don't delay, fuck me properly.
Moisten enough asshole, I carefully began to penetrate Michelle's ass. I went deeper and deeper. The ass was tight and nicely squeezed my dick. It was great. We finished at the same time.
\- Alain, you can come to me whenever you want. I've dreamed of such a young lover for so long. You can fuck me in all sorts of positions. I will always give you an amazing blowjob. Consider me your sex toy, I'm ready.
Of course, I could not refuse such an invitation from my sexy neighbor.
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Candy Corn [F27] [intimate] [haunting] [ghost] [mental illness]
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**Candy Corn**
By Blue P
**Shelby stared out the window of her second-floor bedroom surveying the peaceful streets of her Chestnut Hill, Philadelphia neighborhood below. Her fiery red hair glowing in the rays of the rising sun. This was part of her daily routine, looking out the window after waking.**
Most nights she slept well, but last night was beyond uncomfortable. Last night she was molested in her bed by a phantasm. It wasn’t the first time, but it was different. The randy spirit spoke to her. He kept repeating two words – candy corn.
The voluptuous redheaded damsel wondered what it meant. It felt too good in her pussy to be a dream or a nightmare. Was she going mad, she wondered. There was no question that something was fucking her at will every night as she slept.
The lustful ghost always removed her panties and stuffed them in her mouth. Grabbing her by her wrist and trustfully stabbing at her wet pussy hole with total vigor. She loved it, but it was really troubling her now. Recalling each encounter, a tingling sensation came over her whole body. Shelby’s love muffin stayed moist because of these recurring thoughts.
Watching the morning news on television, she did her best to enjoy breakfast. But it was not happening. She reasoned that she was going mad. Why else would she be hearing voices? What else could explain it.Just then she heard his voice again. This time it was fluid, loud, and clear. “Honey, can I have my breakfast in bed. I think I’ve earned it. Don’t you think so?”, said the ghost.
With that Shelby ran into the street screaming. It wasn’t long before the ambulance showed up and took her away. Several hours later, after being sedated and well cared for, the calm sexy redhead woke to the sound and sensation of her favorite phantom licking her clit and sucking upon her whole juicy pussy. Then it said, “This taste better than candy corn”. To which Shelby belted out loud piercing continuous laughter. The kind you would expect to hear at the Belmont Behavioral Health Center.
**The moral of the story is that if you think you’re losing it – you’ve probably already lost it.**
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A new dynamic develops for an old fashioned couple (part 1) [femdom] [M/F30s]
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John and Cindy had been married for seven years and things had generally gone well. They had their arguments like any other couple, but more often than not, Cindy would give in and follow John's lead. In a modern world, their marriage had been a little more old fashioned. John went off to work every day as a corporate executive. Director of Technology and he was paid fairly well, though not enough to have saved much money yet. He had to pay for college himself, and with a Master's degree, the loans had had been massive. He still owed so much money on them, and now he also had a car payment and a mortgage to pay for. People see a young corporate Director, the luxury car and the large house and assume money, but they were actually very cash poor. Still, John was expected to maintain certain appearances. He couldn't show up to work in a 15 year old Corolla.
Cindy didn't work and that was their preference. They had fully understood that she would take care of the house and raise the kids. Cook dinner and be the perfect Suzy Homemaker. They had not had luck yet in conceiving, but they stayed positive and kept trying. John was secretly happy they had not conceived yet, for he despaired of being able to afford kids right now. He took care of all of the finances though and Cindy had no conception of just how tenuous their finances were.
They had an active sex life, if a bit predictable. They would make love perhaps two or three times a week and almost always in missionary position. John had respectable endowment and stamina and the sex was more or less satisfying to him. Not so much for Cindy. Oh she enjoyed the intimacy and closeness with John and was eager to spread her legs for him, but she rarely orgasmed from it. John didn't spent much time on foreplay, just enough to make sure she was wet enough that it wouldn't be uncomfortable. He would then mount her and plant his seed inside her, give her a kiss, and roll over and go to sleep.
Cindy had always felt like there should be more. She never complained of course, but she felt like their sex and love making should be better. She wasn't ignorant of sex and some of the things other people did. She offered blow jobs to John and he seemed to enjoy them, but would usually stop her from completing them and mount her instead, usually finishing quickly. It always frustrated her as she wanted to draw them out longer, even tease him, but he never had the patience for it. She tried to be understanding though, he worked hard and was always so stressed from work. She did her best to give him a peaceful and clean house to come home to.
Cindy had several hobbies to keep her busy once everything in the household was seen to. She had opened an Etsy account to display them and found a niche where she actually managed to start selling some things. She had asked John of course if it was okay with him before she had done so, and he hadn't seen a problem with it. It gave her some spending money and something to do with her days. It also gave her more confidence in herself.
There was a confluence of events that started to change things. One of her cute little home made products was featured on a morning TV show. Her storefront blew up overnight and she had hundreds of back orders. She worked hard at filling them and all of the reviews were glowing. Through word of mouth, the sales stayed up instead of just having that temporary bump from the TV show.
Cindy was pulling in a real income now from it. John was of two minds about it, but in the end, the income was certainly welcome. Their taxes got more complicated, and John had to include Cindy in much of the finances now as her income was becoming a larger and larger part of it. Sales kept growing. She took to the finances almost as a natural and John let her handle as much as she liked eventually. She started to budget their money and plan for future purposes, and though it felt a little wrong to John, he had felt so much relief at having the stress of finances reduced with her help and eventual management.
They reached a point where her business was extremely viable. She contracted out some manufacturing, hired web designers and started running it as a full business. After some time, the business was pulling in more income than his corporate Director job. They still had a ton of debt, but it was less stressful now and they were able to start paying more than minimums.
Cindy was so happy with how things were going. She felt so fulfilled and she gained so much confidence in herself and her own desires. The only two things that she still found lacking in her life were the lack of kids, and she was less upset about that now than she used to be, and their sex life in general. She started to research ways to improve it and she had become so online savvy by this point that she was able to find a ton of information and educate herself. Her eyes went wide though when she discovered an article on something called 'gentle femdom.' She read it with an open mind and couldn't believe how much of it spoke to her and she could identify with. One of the things she read about was how many powerful male corporate executives had a kink for femdom as it let them decompress better. It let them not have control and responsibility for a time. She read all about it for weeks and desperately wanted to explore it with John, but she wasn't quite sure how to broach it. She had a real concern that if she spoke of too much of it too soon, it would scare him off.
So she hatched a plan to seduce him into it a little at a time. It was a Friday night and he was due home soon. A wonderful home cooked dinner was just about ready, the table was set, and the wine bottle was open and breathing. She was dressed in a sexy little number that he had always liked.
She needed to be subtle and she needed to go slow, but tonight was the night that she would start the journey of dominating her dear devoted husband...
(Hello all. This is my first entry to this sub. I am curious to the reception here. If it's positive, I will continue to post here. Thank you very much for reading.)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/10rubj4/a_new_dynamic_develops_for_an_old_fashioned/)
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[F/d][M/d] Potential for some hot tub fun?
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I love reading the posts in this subreddit, but never did I imagine that I would actually have something to post about!
So, to start with some context, I (19F) am an only child living with both of my parents (46M & 42F). My mom and I are both bisexual (we are very open with each other and tell each other basically everything) and my dad is straight. We are a very active family, and are always going on hikes, runs, and all sorts of other activities. Recently we have developed a routine of going out to run before having lunch together. It's definitely starting to get pretty cold where we live, but that hasn't stopped us from continuing our ritual. We go on these runs probably 3 times a week.
Now onto what happened that made me want to post here. Yesterday on our run it was much much colder than it has been before. There was even some snow still on the ground which is very uncommon for this time of year (very pretty though!). Throughout our entire run, we were all talking about how badly we wanted to jump into our backyard hot tub as soon as we got home. We were saying how we should have a race to see who could get in the fastest, and my dad said that he was prepared to jump in fully clothed he was that cold. My mom and I didn't like the idea of our nice workout clothes getting soaked though, so we were joking and saying that we'd start stripping as soon as we reached the front yard.
I assumed that we were all just having a bit of fun, and that we would most likely just end up changing really fast into bathing suits before heading out into the hot tub. But once our house was in sight, my mom started to run ahead of myself and my dad, before taking off her outer layer and throwing it in my dad's face. This isn't something like super out of the ordinary for her, she's always been adventurous and a little crazy hahaha. Underneath her outer layer she was just wearing a sports bra, which is something she would normally just wear if it wasn't so cold. My dad pulled her top off of his face, and then threw it at me before he also took off his shirt and threw that at me as well.
By this point we had made it through the front door, where we all kicked off our shoes, and I dropped the thrown clothes on the couch as we all ran through the house toward the backyard. I was also wearing a sports bra under my long sleeves, so I just took that off and threw it down with the rest of the clothes. Since I was last in the house, my parents had already made it to the backyard, where I saw my mom struggling to run while simultaneously pulling off her leggings (I think a better way to describe it would be hopping lol). My dad had a much easier time pulling off his running shorts, and once he got those off he also threw them at my mom to slow her down.
I didn't want to lose to my mom, so while she was still struggling to get her other leg out of her leggings, I pushed her over onto one of the lounge chairs we had outside. This gave me enough time to pull off my own leggings and throw them on top of her, before rushing to catch up with my dad. I was so caught up in the race, I sort of forgot what pair of underwear I had on underneath my leggings. I prefer to run in thongs because if my panties have more material, they end up chafing a lot lol. Obviously my parents had seen me in bikinis and my underwear before, but definitely not something this cheeky.
By the time I caught up with my dad, he was already opening up the hot tub and climbing in, and my mom had finally gotten her leggings off and was rushing to join us. In the end, my dad won the race with me coming in second, and my mom last. We were all super out of breath from laughing and running at the same time. Once things relaxed a bit, I got a better look at what they were both wearing. My dad just had on a pair of calvin klein briefs, and my mom just had her sports bra and some gray panties (hers were not as cheeky as mine, but they were definitely a lot tighter). We all relaxed in the hot tub for a while, and joked about the race and how bad my mom lost. She said that next time she was just gonna go on the run in her underwear so she wouldn't have to struggle with her leggings again (she was definitely joking, but that would be hot lol).
Eventually we all got out and took separate showers and changed back into dry clothes. I got a decent look at my dad's bulge through his underwear, and it definitely made me want to see more. I also made sure to check out my moms ass, which I had seen before in bikinis and stuff, but it still made my heart beat a lil faster to see.
I want to try and take things further next time, and maybe get my parents to go naked in the hot tub with me. I have kind of an exhibitionist kink in me, and the idea of being naked with them out in the hot tub (or in any context) sounds really hot. I had an idea to just go nude underneath my running clothes, and then just strip down next time we race to the hot tub, but I don't know if that's too much too soon hahaha.
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[MF] How my wife transformed from a low libido stay-at-home-mom into a submissive cum slut and I from a passive nerdy dad into an assertive dom. [Part 1]
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Link to [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11a1ola/mf_how_my_wife_transformed_from_a_low_libido/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)
Link to [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11b4whn/mf_how_my_wife_transformed_from_a_low_libido/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)
Sadie and I have been together since we were teenagers – twenty-two years; married for nineteen. With a single exception our relationship has been incredible, not perfect of course – none are – but undeniably incredible. The idiom “I married my best friend” gets bandied about ad nauseam, but saying “I married the one who had all the pieces I was missing to truly make myself whole” is a far more apt description of what Sadie and I have. Of course we’ve had our ups and downs, as all do while riding this roller coaster that is life, but our love – and the dedication we shared to exist within one another – has never faltered… except with regards to our sex life.
Sadie’s hormones did not take kindly nor adjust properly to the pregnancy and birth of our second child; thus beginning an extremely difficult and taxing period which, unfortunately, took us many years to understand and resolve. To really appreciate where we are, it’s important to understand where we’ve been.
From my perspective, Sadie’s sex drive had completely disappeared, and although I desperately and hungrily desired her, I also felt exceedingly guilty and frustrated to be consistently rebuffed. During the deepest of our difficulties, I felt that I was essentially just a roommate; living with a great friend with whom I was raising children. When sex did happen – sometimes once a month, sometimes less – it was vanilla missionary or doggy; minimal foreplay, zero exciting twists, and certainly no oral sex.
Yet as plain as it was, it never failed to be amazing for both of us. I’ve always been an attentive lover, and never stopped making sure she got off at least once anytime we made love – no matter how undesired and unappreciated I felt. Still, the fact that she enjoyed it so much in the moment, yet never truly **desired** that moment, only exacerbated my frustration and disconnect from my loving wife.
At the same time, she felt disconnected from me as well. From her perspective, any and all of my physical affection and attention was nothing more than an attempted inroad to the bedroom… and it was exhausting. Why would she want to have sex with someone who couldn’t even care enough about her to listen and converse with her without lacing the conversation with sexual innuendo and suggestion, or who couldn’t snuggle on the couch, kiss her, or hold her hand without immediately making the situation sexual?
We had found ourselves locked in a self-fueling downward spiral. She had no interest in sex because she did not feel connected to me outside the bedroom, and I did not make any effort to be connected outside the bedroom because she had no interest in sex. Eventually – and admittedly far later than we should have – through sometimes difficult, but always open and honest conversations, trust, and each of us dedicating ourselves to getting out of our own heads by listening and not assuming, we succeeded in reversing that spiral.
But this isn’t the story of how things got back to “**good**”, this is the story of how my desire for reconnection, and the rebirth of her sexual appetite, fed each other until that rekindled spark ignited into a raging inferno beyond anything either of us could have imagined.
We were both riding the high of our newly rediscovered sex life. What was once maybe a “once a month” thing had now become a “several times a week” thing. Our desire for each other was running fast and deep and beginning to overflow into unexplored territory.
I was at work one afternoon when I received a text message from Sadie. I opened it to find a short video clip of her fingers working into her unmistakably wet pussy and rubbing small circles on her clit – she had sent me a video of her getting herself off. For a woman who had maybe sent two or three topless pictures to me in twenty-two years this was an enormous leap, and a very welcome one. She was still wet that evening when I walked in the door to find her waiting to usher me into our bedroom where I undressed her, used my equally skilled fingers to rub her to orgasm, then laid her onto the bed where I fucked her until she came again, and I inside her.
As we lay in the bed, her head on my shoulder and her magnificent tits tantalizingly close to my reawakening cock, we began to talk of exploration, for while our sex life had renewed vigor in frequency, it was still – for the most part – relatively vanilla.
Now Sadie is a strong, independent woman; the strongest person I’ve ever known if I’m being honest. No one had ever “worn the pants” in our relationship (to use an outdated and misogynistic phrase) we were always equals – always a team – so it was quite surprising when she told me that she had always needed to be strong, always needed to be in charge, but she felt safe and connected enough to me that she didn’t want to do that in the bedroom anymore. She wanted to submit to me completely.
It was exhilarating… and terrifying. Outside of the bedroom I’m not what you’d imagine when you think of being “dominant”. I’m a writer, poet, D&D nerd, loving husband, devoted father, people pleaser, and generally a chill fellow who is more than content letting others flex by being “in charge”, but as far out of my comfort zone as it was, I did not hesitate.
I grabbed Sadie’s hips and flipped her onto her back. Pulling her arms up above her head and using my hands to pin down her wrists, I kissed my wife passionately - aggressively. Lips, tongue, neck, ears - kissing and softly biting each until I pulled away to look at her eyes. They were hungry, passionate, wanting.
Held down and at my mercy, with my hands around her wrists, her breath quickening, she pleaded in a whisper, “please”. Slowly, I lowered my head back down to her ear and whispered in return, “that’s a good girl”. She moaned as if the words themself were enough to drive her to orgasm, and the wetness of her soft pussy was so complete it clung to her thighs and pulled away in satin like strings as I spread her legs to fuck her again.
And with those two simple words, “good girl”, the floodgates opened – literally and figuratively – but not in my wildest dreams could I imagine where the deluge would take us…
The next morning, after the hustle and bustle of real life had settled and the kids were off at school, Sadie and I sat on the couch, snuggled closely under a blanket, my hands running through her hair like I used to do when we were younger - something I had forgotten how much she adored until this journey of reconnection began - and we talked.
We talked about the previous evening, exploration, adventure. We talked about submission, and how hot it made her to be restrained, but mostly we talked about how her body absolutely gave in when I whispered those words into her ear.
“good girl”
Even then, in the midst of a deep conversation which until that point had been primarily analytical, her eyes betrayed how completely that phrase, from my lips, had control of her.
I reached my hand to cup her chin and pulled her into a kiss, while under the blanket I could feel her hand desperately slipping beneath the waistband of her pants, hungering to explore the warmth and wetness of her pussy. As our tongues began to softly tease one another, I reached beneath the blanket myself and grasped her wrist. Her head fell away from my kiss and she moaned as I pulled her hand away from her pulsing clit.
Smiling, I reminded her that good girls do as they’re told and guided her wet fingers first to her lips, then to mine. As we resumed our kiss, the taste of her fresh on both our lips, I guided her hand - clasped firmly in mine - underneath the blanket again. When I released it she swiftly plunged back into fingering herself while I grabbed her pants and panties, pulling them forcefully down to her mid-thigh before slowly tracing my fingers back up those thighs to join her.
Together, we let our fingers explore as her moans increased in volume and the slickness between her legs grew in intensity. Pulling away from our kiss to watch her ecstasy, I waited until her eyes began to flutter closed and the bottom lip of her open mouth began to quiver. Only then did I tell her, “be a good girl and cum for me… now”. She could barely squeak out, “Yes… sir” before pleasure robbed her of her voice and the shockwave of orgasm took control of her body from head to toe.
When the pleasure had run its course, and smiling she opened her eyes, her gaze met mine. “You’re not done” I reminded her as my hands grasped her hips to flip her on top of me. “Yes, sir” she said, grasping her shirt and slowly pulling it over her head allowing her perfect tits to fall free. Quickly, I sat up just enough to grab her shirt before she could pull her arms free, entangling them in the fabric as I closed my fist around it and pulled her toward me to take her tits into my mouth.
Not a moan, but a whimper was all she could manage as I pulled her close and traced her areolas with my tongue. First one, then the other. Helpless, she closed her eyes as I reached my free hand up to pull slightly on her hardening nipples before sucking each one into my mouth and biting ever so slightly as I pulled away. Her whimpers grew softer as my play got rougher, until the only sounds that reached my ears were the faint whispered echoes of “yes, yes, yes”.
Satisfied, I let her shirt fall from my grasp and her nipples pull free from my mouth. With both hands free, I cupped them on either side of Sadie’s face and drew her into a deep kiss before pulling away to whisper, “show sir how good a girl you really are”. Standing just long enough to shake off the final vestiges of clothing she was wearing, Sadie, in turn, hurriedly stripped me of mine, hands cascading down my torso as she straddled me and guided my throbbing cock into her desperate pussy.
The warmth and wetness of her pussy ran unbridled down the shaft of my cock and spread across my balls in ripples as she rode me, first slowly then faster. I lasted through the quivering tightness of her first orgasm by reaching out and taking her nipples into my hands. Pulling, twisting, and focusing on teasing them as she came, but when she reached climax the second time and her head dropped down toward me, mouth open, eyes closed and the tensing of her pussy gripped my cock, my hands instead found her hips and I pulled myself further inside of her as I came, filling her already wet pussy with pulse after pulse of my own cum.
Slumping down on top of me, exhausted, she looked into my eyes as we snuggled closely and I pulled the blanket back up around us. “I think I have a praise kink” she said, laughing. I reached my hand up to once again stroke her hair as we talked about subs and doms, and most interestingly to me, praise kinks.
What I found so interesting about this, apart from how insanely horny “praise” made my beautiful wife, is that within it I saw an opportunity to return to her something she had somewhat lost over the years - confidence in her body. Unfortunately, particularly since having our children, Sadie had struggled with body image issues and being confident in her physical beauty; “Of course you think I’m hot” she would often say after I would compliment her or tell her how sexy she was. The rebirth of our sex life had given her some of that confidence back, she no longer insisted on the lights being off when we fucked, and after over two decades she was actually warming up to sending me spicy pictures and videos… and that was the opportunity I aimed to capitalize on.
Looking back, the difference is truly incredible; before we fixed our hang ups and ironed out our communication the idea of asking her to send me a nude was a proposition I would have approached with the care and planning of the most intricate heist film you’ve ever seen, but where we were now - the level we had worked so hard to build our relationship up to - was different. I never even thought twice.
“If praise gets you so hot,” I asked, “have you ever thought about posting some nudes online? Show you once and for all that I’m not the only one who thinks you’re hot?”
She smiled, “Maybe, but if the comments came back bad I would be crushed.” She kissed me on the cheek as she got up to get dressed. I watched her cover her beautiful body back up and smiled. After Sadie was dressed, she turned away, heading to the kitchen, but she paused a moment, her back to me, before turning around with a smirk and sitting back down on the edge of the couch.
“But I guess if it would get you hot, then you could post some pictures of me, just don’t tell me if the comments are bad.” She kissed me again. “What do you think?”
I smiled. “I might one day,” I said. “When it feels right.”
She smiled back, a hint of embarrassment on her cheeks, “Oh yeah? Where?” she asked.
I paused. “Well… I do spend a lot of time on reddit…”
Edit: Added [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11a1ola/mf_how_my_wife_transformed_from_a_low_libido/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)
Edit: Added the finale, [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11b4whn/mf_how_my_wife_transformed_from_a_low_libido/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)
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Train fun [M36, F41] [milf,oral, cum swallowing]
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We have been on the train for a couple hours and I am starting to get restless. You have been working away on your laptop and I have been taking sneaky peaks at you for slightly too long and I think you have started to notice. You are wearing a shirt that is open just low enough to show a bit of what seems to be ample cleavage. You look up and definitely catch me looking at your chest. You give me a naughty smile and a small wink. You reach up and slowly undo one more button on your top while keeping eye contact with me. Even more of a bright red bra is revealed. Your foot brushes my leg under the table and I know something is on.
Your foot continues to get bolder and bolder and you lean forward onto the table in front of you. This does 2 things, one pushes up your breasts revealing them even more and 2 bringing you within hand distance. I put down my coffee and “accidentally” brush your fingers on my way back up. You smile even wider and beacon me forward with a crooked finger. “Meet me in the toilet in 2 minutes” you whisper into my ear. You kiss my cheek and then stand and head to the toilet. My heart is racing and my dick is getting hard.
The 2 minutes seems like a year but finally I get up and head the same direction as you. I knock gently and you open to let me in. We close and lock the door and pause for a second standing almost completely pressed together as the toilet stall i so small. I step forward and wrap an arm around your waist and pull you into a kiss. Our mouths mash together and we kiss aggressively letting out all the pent up horniness. Our hands roam all over each other squeezing and exploring.
You push me back and sit down on the toilet. You pull up your skirt and lift your legs with your knees bent revealing your beautiful wet pussy with just the slightest hint of wispy hair. You must have taken off your panties before I arrived an I notice them sitting on the sink with an obvious wet patch. I kneel down and dive right into your wet pussy I can’t hold back and stick my tongue deep into you lapping up all your juices you taste amazing and your breathing gets fast and deep. I spread your lips with my tongue and find your clit and start to suck and lick it. Your pussy is running with juices and I press my middle finger into you. I curl it up and stroke the top of your pussy hitting your g spot. My finger is soon drenched and I put in another finger stretching you out more. I am soon fucking you hard and fast with 2 fingers while sucking hard on your clit.
It doesn’t take long for you to start cumming and your orgasm hits you hard and your whole body shakes and quivers and your pussy clenches on my fingers. After what seems like ages you stop cumming and I slowly pull my fingers out while giving you gentle licks.
You smile at me and sit up. You push me against the wall and pull my jeans and underwear down in one stroke. You grab my cock by the shaft and in one swift stroke take my whole length into your throat. My body convulses and your mouth is so hot and wet I know it won’t be long until I cum. You reach down and play with my balls while taking me in stroke after stroke my cock head hitting the back of yo ur throat and you slurping up all my pre cum. Your mouth feels amazing and it’s not long until I feel my balls starting to contract and my orgasm coming. Im gonna cum I say and you press your face down onto my pubic hair batch as I start to cum deeep in your throat. The first 2 pumps go straight down your throat and then you back off a little and just jerk my cock with my head in your mouth getting every last drop and savoring it. Soon my balls are empty and you lick the last cum off my cock and look up at me with a smile. We get dressed and head back out to our seats as if nothing happened
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Caught Watching Porn [M28/F27] [Roommate] [Masturbation] [Hand Job]
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Back when I was twenty eight years old I shared a place with some twenty seven year old roommate. We two knew each other before we moved in together. No we were not best friends, just friends of friends. And it was through those people we both knew that we landed in the same place. They hooked us up, so to say.
My future roommate was looking for a new person to share her flat with because she didn’t get along with her former roommate anymore. They were arguing all the time. The air just was out. And I was looking for new place to stay because of some similar reasons. I couldn’t stand the sight of my roommates anymore.
So what do you do when you look for a new place, or a new roommate so that you don’t loose your place? You tell your friends that you are looking, you ask them if they know someone, and so on, and so on. In the end a friend of mine gave me her number. Then I send her a message, we set up an appointment and I visited her place, my new home for the first time.
After entering her apartment I was blown away. The place was clean, the place was by far big enough for the two of us and the place had style. We seemed to share the same taste in interior design. I fell in love with her flat.
Then it was time for the talk. The can you move in talk. Luckily, we got along well enough to be willing to risk it. So about a month later, I moved into her place. Totally happy to have found something new. And she was happy too to have found someone new without having to search for an eternity.
But some other things happened around the time I moved in with her: I fell in love with someone, she fell in love with someone. We both spent most of our time with our new girlfriends. Yes girlfriends, she is into boys and girls.
We both spent most of our time at our girlfriends places. So the flat, our flat, got neglected. No one really was in there. We briefly were thinking of abandoning it, but luckily, we did not. We both kept it as a back up plan, in case our relationships would fail.
And well, long story short, our relationships failed. Me and my girlfriend decided to split up, because we were nothing but toxic to each other. After the relationship was over I really moved into the place I paid rent for. It took me some time to get the place up and running, yes a lot of cleaning, but well, I was single, I had plenty of time on my hands.
My roommate still was seeing her girlfriend. She was rarely at home, maybe about two, three nights a week. We hadn’t got the most intense contact on Earth, but we got to know each other. We were talking from time to time, and by the looks of it, we really seemed to get along with each other.
One day my roommate had enough of her cheating girlfriend. She dumped her. It was a very messy, emotional demanding breakup. I often had to cheer her up. To listen to her. And to try to force her to do her fair share of the cleaning in our place. Yes, we were living together full time now. Seven days a week. And well, cleaning and shared living, it is always something to argue about.
Everything got better with time. Her broken heart healed, and she learned how to carry out some trash. We had arranged ourselves and our living situation. We still got along. But well, my dear roommate, she was a very impulsive human being. She sometimes just charged into a room. She caught me a few times naked in the bathroom. She always excused herself for doing so, but it took her always longer than just a few seconds. She clearly wanted to see a naked man from time to time.
Due the fact that both of us were single, we brought some hookups home with us from time to time. To prevent anyone from running into the other one fucking someone, we set up a few rules: No fucking in the common areas unless the other one was gone for a couple of days. And it worked. Nearly always. With one exception. I caught her fucking another girl in the living room once. I excused myself, then I closed the door behind me.
You could say that life went on for the two of us. Each one of us lived his live, and from time to time we hung out with each other. A completely ordinary shared living experience. Until that one Sunday afternoon. An afternoon that changed everything.
I was hanging out in my room. Still a little bit hungover from Saturday night. I was watching some porn. While being totally naked and uncovered because it was a nice hot summer day. Yes, I was playing with my rock hard dick. And I took my time with it. I edged myself. I squeezed my balls. I was working myself towards an awesome orgasm.
My roommate, she was home too. No problems there, I was jerking off a lot, even with her around. The door to my room was closed. We agreed that you knock on closed doors. It was one of the ground laying rules of our place. But she had an impulsive day.
While I was watching how two gorgeous woman were shoving stuff up their asses, while my hand was sliding up and down my dick, while I was moaning out a little bit, she stormed into my room. She probably wanted to tell me something really important.
The moment she saw what I was doing, she froze. I froze.
She was the first one that was able to move again. And no, she didn’t left my room. She asked me a question: “I am so sorry, have I disturbed you with something?”
While asking she slowly came closer to my bed. I briefly was thinking about covering myself up, but it was to late. She already had seen everything. So she got a snarky answer back: “What does it look like?”
“It looks like you are enjoying watching a movie with two girls having fun in it.”
She got a point there. I clearly was enjoying watching that movie. I was enjoying playing with myself. She, she just came in my room. And she kept on talking: “Why have you stopped moving your hand? Keep on going. Pretend that I am not here.”
I don’t know why I did it. I blame horny for my doing. I just kept on going. I just kept on jerking off. While she was sitting next to me, watching my hand sliding up and down my rock hard dick. Then she offered me some help: “Can I do anything for you, to make it better, more relaxing for you?”
I meanwhile was in a make it or break it mood. So I accepted her offer: “You can squeeze my balls if you like. And it would feel great, when you could play with my dirty hole a little bit.”
A huge smile appeared on her face: “I’d love too.”
At first she began to squeeze my balls. I told her to squeeze them harder. She did. Then she lubed up one of her fingers with her on saliva. Then one finger went up my ass. Moaning escaped my throat. It felt awesome. I even stopped jerking off my dick to enjoy the sensation of her doing.
But one finger wasn’t enough. I politely asked her if she could slide a second one up my ass and she did. I was in heaven. She was squeezing my balls with one hand while two fingers of her other hand went in and out of my asshole.
I closed my eyes to fully enjoy her doing. I felt something building up inside me. I told her to go on, and on, when all of a sudden, I had an orgasm. My balls emptied themselves onto her hands and onto my bed. A huge and nasty load. It came great. I was gone for more than just a second.
When I came back, she was still there, looking at me: “Do you want me to continue?”
“No thank you, I had enough. You did an awesome job. You can leave now, if you like.”
“Glad that you enjoyed my doing.”
Then she left the room. With a pleased smile on her face. While I was laying on my bed, with an even bigger smile on my face, while thinking what just had been happening. And yes it felt great, I was hooked.
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I (f) think sex with friends should be normalized
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Given my line of work (escort), I am often quite open when it comes to sexual activity. Because of my laid-back outlook, I've never had a problem giving a man friend a casual bj if he's been having a poor day. As we sit there, he will occasionally make a joke or flirtatious remark about hooking up, and I will simply grin and respond, "Ok!" Shock always has a great look. Obviously, this wouldn't work for everyone, but if all parties are emotionally capable, it improves everyone's quality of life.
If anything, I think the word "whore" is a compliment, so maybe don't heed my counsel.
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Drama Club Blow Job
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This story is 100% true except for some of the dialog because it was like 4 years ago and that's hard to remember.
Me and Alex were seniors in high-school at the time, we had met a couple years earlier while participating in the schools drama club and became friends. I managed the lights and was the stage manager, she managed the audio. So we spent a lot of time alone together in the booth of the auditorium. Unfortunately nothing happened until we were seniors, it was a Monday. That Saturday we had celebrated Alex's 18th birthday (my 18th birthday was a couple months before). We had a successful rehearsal and a meeting afterwards, our director congratulated everyone on the good rehearsal and need people to clean the green room and the scene shop. Two freshman volunteered for the green room, then I nudged Alex saying "let's take the scene shop" she nods is agreeance. I volunteer us and we disband, most people going home, the director went to his class room to finish some things up and the freshmen went into the green room.
We got into the scene shop and cleaned/ organized everything making small talk as we cleaned it didn't take long. Once we were done I sat on a couch that was in there and Alex sat on the other side. "That was fun" Alex said sarcastically throwing her head back and relaxing, as she threw her head back I looked over. Her dirty blonde hair draped over the back of the couch her eyes closed, I moved my eyes down her body. She had on a lower cut thin almost see through shirt, a hunter green bra (almost see through shirt) tight jeans and her necklace she always wore. As I looked her over I saw her necklace was draping over her breast drawing attention to them. I had never noticed but she had an awesome body, her breast had a perfect shape to them, her jeans hugged her tight ass perfectly, and her face her perfect acne scarred face.
As I'm noticing all of this I feel my dick start to get hard, I shift and tuck it into the waist band on my jeans while her eyes are still closed. As I shift back to how I was sitting she let's out a sigh and flops over laying on the couch and laying her head on my lap. "What are you doing?" I ask slightly nervous
"I'm tired and want to go home but I don't want to drive home so I'm going to take a nap here" as she says that I remember my dick is hard. So I shift a little to more her head away on my dick, she turns her head to look at me "is it okay if I lay here or is it uncomfortable?" She asked with concern in her voice.
"No I'm fine I was just getting comfortable" I replied with a smile, as she turns her head back we sit there for a little bit. I moved my hand from the back of the couch to her side, she turns to look back at me again which moved my hand from her side to her boob. She looks at me and smiles "thanks for being my pillow" and throwing her arms over my hand so I now can't remove it from her boob now. My cock starts to get harder then it was before.
Alex rolls to her back with her head still on my lap, and stares at the ceiling "I'm bored" she exclaims as she scoots her head deeper into my lap. Alex turns her head to look at me again, I feel her head rub against my cock "what's in your pocket?" She asks curiously.
"My phone and wallet" I say nervously.
"No, it feels different I can feel it on my head" as she rubs her head against my cock trying to figure out what it is.
"It's my cock" I say quietly
"What!" She proclaims as she sits up "why do you have a boner!? Is it because of me?"
"Yeah" I say looking away, embarrassed that she found out my cock was hard.
"Let me see it" Alex says with a devolish smile on her face.
"What? What if someone comes in?"
"You'll have time to cover up, we will hear the door open, and they have to come around the corner before they will be us"
"Okay, fine" I undo my belt and unbutton my jeans, and pull my cock out. Alex looks at it and her jaw drops a little, my cock isn't anything special it's six inches on a warm day.
"Wow, I never though I'd see your dick especially see it hard!"
Alex reaches down and starts to touch the head "What are you doing?"
"I'm playing with your dick, I thought boys like that?"
"Well yeah, but once again what if someone walks in?"
"OH relax, we will have time" Alex reaches down and starts stroking my hard cock and I readjust, and pull my jeans down a little more and pull my balls out as well. Alex moves off the couch and kneels in front of me, Alex kisses the head of my cock, then down the shaft. One Alex is at the base of my cock she sticks her tongue out and licks me from base to head. Once she get to the head she puts my whole cock in her mouth, I feel the tip of my cock touch the back of her throat then pull off. I let out a little moan as she looks up at me with my cock in her mouth.
Just then we hear the door open, she shoots up and sits back on the couch and I get my jeans on enough to make it look like their on. Our director walk around the corner and asks "how's it going in here?"
"Good, we are just taking a break for a second then are going to finish up" Alex proclaims confidently.
"Sounds good, I'm going to go help out the freshmen. More like supervise them, I think their trying to fool around while alone" (yes he actually said that to us)
"That's gross, why would they do that in the green room. Oh before you go do you have any hair ties mine broke and it's starting to bug me while cleaning"
"Yeah there's some in the cabinet, labeled Wardrobe Supplies"
"Okay thank you!" Alex gets up and gets a hair band and puts her hair up, as our director walked out of the shop.
I stood up to finish getting my jeans back on, Alex turned to me and asked "what are you doing?"
"Putting my jeans back on"
"No your not, I'm not done yet" she walks over to me and pushes me down on the couch and pulls my cock and balls out again. Alex starts playing with my cock, once I'm hard again she puts it in her mouth. Slowly moving up and down my cock. Alex move down my shaft until the head of my cock presses hard against the back of her throat "I'm about to cum" I say with urgency. Alex releases my cock from hey mouth and tells be to finish on her face.
Alex lays half on the floor with her head up on the couch and her mouth open. I stand up and stand over her, I started to stroke my cock while making eye contact with her. I felt myself start to cum so I got my cock close to her face and mouth and finally came, I had never came that much in my life. I shot my thick cum into her eye and forehead first, then her nose and I finally aimed three thick ropes into her mouth. Once I was done cumming I turned to find Alex a rag or paper towel, I heard her swallow and start to stand up. I found paper towels and turned around to see one eye shut and the biggest smile I've ever seen her on her face.
I help clean her up and pull my jeans back on, once she was clean I kissed her, with the deepest most passionate kiss I could muster. Just then we heard the door open once again, I quickly let her go as out director rounds the corner.
"Wow guys it looks good in here!" He exclaimed excitedly.
"Good, it took a lot of work, we are both tired so we are going to take off"
"Sounds good I'll see you tomorrow!"
Me and Alex walk out to the parking lot together, I walked Alex to her car. Before she got in I kissed her, and said have a good night and walked to my truck and drove home.
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nympho/maniac [MM 25+] [d/s] [hatefuck]
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Gabriel stared at the collar in his hand. It was beautiful. Black with fine gold lines and a large ring in the front. It was late, and the lighting in the room was dim, yet the gold accents glinted wonderfully. The color and material matched those of his prosthetic hand perfectly. Just looking at it sent his mind reeling with ideas of what he could do with it. The thing had arrived just a couple days ago from the artist he commissioned to make it, but it was far too late. The collar wasn’t made for Gabe himself. He’d wanted to give it to someone else. Someone long gone now.
Gabe sighed deeply and put it next to him on his bed. Such a shame he’d never get to use it like he’d thought. Then again, a thought occurred to him, did it have to go to waste?
Gabe’s curiosity was piqued, now. He got up from his sitting position and turned towards his large mirror that reflected an image of his whole body back at him. He picked up the collar and held it up to his own neck, and his eyes widened slightly. That wasn’t the way he usually saw himself, and the association with submission was foreign to him, but to his surprise, he liked it. Not just that, looking at himself, topless, with the broad collar around his neck, excited him more than it should have. Furthermore, it made him aware just how long it’s been since the last time he shared his bed with someone. Gabe exhaled and stared into his own reflected eyes that shimmered back. He knew he was onto something, and he wanted to investigate just what that was. With that in mind, he closed the collar around his neck and rightened it so the ring was in the front.
Gleeful, he bounded about in his bedroom, picking out one of his many pristine white button-ups that would surely contrast his new accessory wonderfully. He left the two highest buttons of the shirt open and combined it with simple but smart black fabric pants. Black leather shoes and a beige trenchcoat completed the look. Gabe had always had expensive taste. His outfit didn’t look like it, but it was worth several thousand pounds. He loved spending money to look his best. Always immaculate. He could afford it, after all, and he wanted to show off, always.
He left his room and paid his brother in the living room a short visit.
“I’m going out,” Gabe announced.
Valerian, pausing the movie he was watching and looking up at his older brother, choked on his spit.
“Like that?” He coughed, staring at the collar around Gabe’s neck, disturbed.
“Yes, like that. Got a problem?” He challenged.
“No,” Vale was quick to say and looked back at the TV, “not at all. You do you, freedom to all. You coming back tonight?”
“We’ll see,” Gabe shrugged, “Ideally not, no.”
“Good, umm, great. Have fun, I guess?” Vale cringed and shifted around on the couch.
“Thanks,” Gabe chuckled and left the room, pulling the door shut. In the hallway now, he grabbed his keys and headed out. He wanted to visit one of his favorite establishments in downtown London, an odd fusion of bar and club in Soho, frequented by all sorts of queer folks and adventurous people. Whenever he went to the Village, there was no telling how the night would go. He’d had myriads of interesting stories to tell about it, most of them involving copious amounts of alcohol or other substances, and interesting sexual encounters, of course. Gabe had a feeling tonight would extend that list perfectly.
Down in the garage of his apartment complex, he got into his car; a bright green Porsche 911 Carrera Turbo S, and looked at himself in the rearview mirror.
What a sight, he mused, a handsome young man with a collar in a hundred grand car. He couldn’t imagine many things that were more alluring.
A short drive later, he parked his car in a side road and left his coat there. It was a pretty thing, and the Village had an uncomfortable habit of spitting out people in dirty and sometimes torn clothes. Gabe didn’t want to take the risk, so he walked the rest of the way to the club without it, despite the chill of the night air. Even from beyond the door, he could hear the thumping bass of the music playing inside. Feeling the tingle of excitement in his stomach, he pushed open the door and immersed himself in the loud sounds of music and people trying to conversate over it. There was a short narrow hall that led to the main room of the bar, and pushed up against the wall were two girls furiously making out. Starting off right, Gabe thought, but he paid them no regard as he shuffled past them and towards the bar. The whole establishment was dark, but compared to other abysmal clubs, it was clean and orderly with neat black stools aligned along the counter. In the rear of the room was a large dance floor with more seating at its edges. Gabe knew from first hand experiences that there were a couple more rooms beyond the bathrooms that were intended for less public purposes. The few times he’d gotten to see them, he had been too drunk to remember much, but he did remember them as good times.
For now, however, he sat down on one of the available barstools and rested his elbows on the counter. There were two barkeepers who both looked quite stressed. Gabe wasn’t surprised. For a Thursday night, the Village was full. On the wall across from him was a shelf holding rows upon rows of different bottles of liquor, illuminated in blue by LED strips. The blue light was a staple of the club and dominated everything, giving the scenery of drunken and dancing people a surreal air.
Gabe looked at the bottles and pondered what to drink. Something fruity, maybe? No, he needed something stronger today.
“Hey, sorry for the wait,” one of the barkeepers approached him. A cute guy, blond hair, blue eyes, late twenties, Gabe guessed and flashed him a charming smile. He smiled back. Gabe loved the impact he had on people.
“So, what can I get you?” Asked the blond, half-shouting.
“Hmm,” Gabe exaggerated the sound, but his mind was made up, “fetch me a Negroni, will you? Thanks.”
The man nodded and went to work. Again, Gabe let his eyes wander, this time over the mass of party-people at the rear of the room. They were moving in sync to the music, as if the DJ in his booth on the little stage were their hivemind. Already, their elation started to draw Gabe in. How long had it been since he really went out? Ages, it seemed, and he was excited to get to dancing. It would be a nightmare to many, but Gabe loved being part of a crowd, bodies against bodies, hands on every inch of skin that showed. He just loved attention, of any kind, and he had long stopped pretending he didn’t.
A short glass filled with deep red liquid was set on the counter. The Negroni always looked better than it tasted, with a cute garnish of orange peel. Gabe pulled a ten pound note out of his pocket and handed it to the barkeeper, waving him off when he started to look for change. He took a sip. Well, it wasn’t the most pleasant, but the alcohol tingled on his tongue, and that’s what he was really after.
The cocktail went down fast. Gabe couldn’t wait to feel the buzz starting to set in and his glass to be empty so he could join the dancers. With perfect timing, he chugged the rest of his drink, one song fading into another. Off he went, right into the midst of the party, becoming one with the mob, shaking, dancing, twirling. More than once, someone took note of his collar, the braver ones even giving the ring a slight tug. Gabe always laughed and wrapped his arms around them. It was mostly other men, some he wasn’t sure, but it wasn’t as if he gave a fuck. It was a rush. Gabe stopped thinking, now only dancing, pushing against people approaching him from behind, but none of the contacts was meaningful to him. He was just there to feel something. Anything, really, aside from the ghosts that had been plaguing him the past weeks.
Later, he stumbled off the dancefloor, body hot, throat dry from trying to shout over the droning music.
Another drink, he thought and returned to his former seat. It was occupied now, by a large man with broad shoulders and short brown hair, faded at the sides of his head. Gabe sat on the free stool beside him and ordered his second Negroni from the same barkeeper. He could hear the guy next to him talk, apparently to a short ginger boy another seat over. Some sense of familiarity struck Gabe, but he couldn’t place it, not without seeing the man’s face.
Whatever, he thought and sipped his drink with a serene smile. He was enjoying himself greatly. A few minutes passed in which he overheard the couple beside him talk about banalities, and that nagging feeling of missing something didn’t want to leave him. He felt like he knew the tone of the man’s voice, but not well. Just from where? Another short while later, the ginger excused himself. Gabe risked a glance at the guy, and suddenly recognized him.
“Well, well, well,” he said and laughed, “if that isn’t Sir Nathan Ross himself.”
The guy looked up in surprise, investigating Gabe’s face, but apparently he couldn’t make a connection. Gabe was giddy. This man was the bane of his existence in his last years of school. They both came from big money and had a bitter rivalry over nearly everything in school. Trying to surpass one another in all kinds of sports, seeing who could drink more at house parties, and, most annoyingly, flirting with the same people to see who was the better shot. Gabe tended to win at that last game, but Nathan probably wouldn’t admit it.
“Sorry? Do I know you?” Said man now asked.
Gabe shook his head in disappointment, “I’m a little offended, Nate, you don’t recognize your old friend.”
“Oh shit,” the other now realized, “Gabriel fucking Pricefield? No way. This is the last place I’d expect to see you.”
Gabe grinned, eyes heavy lidded. Nate’s eyes were blown wide as he looked him up and down, lingering at his throat for obvious reasons.
“Last time I saw you, you had two hands,” Nate immediately fell back into his douchebag behavior.
Gabe’s smile went a bit sour, but he replied without hesitation, “And the last time I saw you, you were about fifty pounds lighter.”
Gabe glanced at Nate’s navy blue shirt that was stretched thin across his broad chest and bulky arms. Nathan didn’t smile, quite the opposite. He looked offended. Gabe took a sip of his drink to avoid laughing out loud.
“Lovely, nice to see you’re still the same asshole. What else have you been up to?” Nate asked.
“Just the usual. Being a lawyer, crashing Porsches, getting wasted,” Gabe replied, not keen on sharing any more details. Despite never having interacted with Nate aside from their constant banter, he couldn’t dislike the guy. He wasn’t the brightest, but that just made it funnier to tease him. Now, Nate nodded and stared at the pint of beer in front of him.
“And you, big guy? Still living at your parents’ place?” Gabe continued.
“They kicked me out last year and froze my funds because I dropped out of uni,” Nate admitted.
“I see, so you’re moving up in the world. That’s about what I expected when we graduated, to be honest.”
“Bold words coming from a guy with a collar around his throat,” Nate shot back. There it was. That heightened the stakes. Gabe didn’t think he’d mention it outright, then again, they were both here, in this questionable establishment.
“What’s that about, anyways? You never struck me as the submissive type,” he went on and glared at Gabe intensely, who in turn leaned forward slightly, the steel ring of his collar catching the blue lighting in the bar as it dangled freely.
“I’m always looking to expand my horizons. It’s fun to try new things every now and then, isn’t it?” Gabe withstood the look out of his brown eyes and stared back defiantly.
“I suppose,” Nate answered. He was the first to look away.
“But I do want to know what you’re doing here. Since when are you into men? You had a girlfriend in twelfth grade. What was it? Marie? Melanie? Something like that,” Gabe said it innocently, but inside he was raving over the way Nate’s face fell when he said that. That hit home, and that’s just what he’d wanted.
“Shut up,” Nathan said, gritting his teeth. His face was growing red.
Gabe went on, unimpressed, “Hold on, yeah, I remember now. Wasn’t she that girl I fucked on your birthday party that year? In your own bed, too. Was that so traumatizing for you?”
Nate was in his face now, having jumped from his stool to grab Gabe, his fingers hooked in the ring of the collar, “You better keep your fucking mouth shut, Pricefield!” He shouted. Gabe’s eyes widened for just one moment, then his shit-eating grin was back.
“You know I was never good at that,” he purred and instead of pulling back, slightly pushed his knee in-between the other man’s legs. Nate’s nostrils flared as he breathed heavily, barely containing his anger.
“Then you should work on it, before I make you,” he growled and gave a hard tug at the collar.
Gabe rolled his eyes and hummed, “What a clumsy way of flirting. No wonder you’re still single.”
“I didn’t come here to flirt, I came to find someone to fuck,” Nate admitted, still furious. The tension was tangible, the air thick between the two. Gabe’s eyes narrowed before he closed the last of the little distance between them and pressed his lips against Nate’s, who promptly pulled away.
“What the fuck, man?” He said, face still red. Probably still from his anger and nothing else. Gabe just stared at him.
“And here I thought you couldn’t get any worse,” Nate groaned and pulled Gabe into him by the collar’s ring.
The kiss was heated and sloppy, with lots of tongue action, almost more than Gabe appreciated, but he leaned into it regardless. He wrapped his arms around Nate’s back, clawing at the fabric of his shirt. Nate tugged harder at the collar, forcing Gabe’s chest against his own and ground against his thigh between his legs. Gabe realized he was shorter than Nate, and the other’s shoulders felt like they were twice as wide as his. Nate had always been a big guy, but whatever was he doing now? His torso was massive.
Nate pulled away. “You’re such a whore,” he said.
“Always have been,” Gabe chuckled and bit his lower lip, “but what does that say about you?”
“As far as I’m concerned, it doesn’t say shit. Let’s get out of here.”
“Always straight to the point it seems,” Gabe mused and turned back to the bar and his glass which was half full, “Just let me finish my drink, will you, sweetheart?”
“I ain’t your sweetheart,” Nathan said and sounded like he wanted to throw up, but he got back onto his stool begrudgingly and went to work on finishing his beer.
“Who was that guy you were talking to earlier? The ginger?” Gabe asked and took a large sip. The Negroni didn’t get better while the ice was diluting it.
“What, you jealous, Pricefield?” Nathan asked mockingly.
Gabe laughed out loud, “No, he was cute. Wouldn’t say no to him either.”
Nathan clicked his tongue in annoyance. That’s just how it had always been. Whenever Gabe saw him talking with someone at any function, the asshole proceeded to flirt so hard that they completely forgot about him. Nate could hardly stand Gabe’s egomanic ways, but he had to admit it worked astoundingly well. He emptied his beer and got up.
“Hurry,” he ushered Gabe.
“What are you even attempting to do?” The other asked, clearly enjoying himself massively.
“Like I said, I was looking for someone to take home, and you walk in with a fucking collar around your neck. I think it’s pretty clear.”
“You can’t even stand me, Nate, are you sure that’s what you want?”
Nathan scoffed, “We’ll see how well I can stand you choking on my dick.”
Gabe raised his eyebrows, seriously reconsidering. Nathan had not aged well, however Gabe saw it as an opportunity for a final triumph over his old rival. Once he’d slept with him, Nate would probably be forever haunted by memories of him, and Gabe just loved the idea of being a ghost in someone’s mind. So he chugged down the last of his stale drink and got up as well, taking care to straighten out the fabric of his pants. Nate urged him to the door with a nod of his head in the direction. Gabe held open the door for the taller man and shivered when the cool air hit his skin. The bar had been unbearably hot, and a persistent film of sweat had settled on his skin that was now cooling him down even more rapidly.
“So where do you live?” Gabe asked and started walking to his car. He knew he wasn’t sober, but assessing his condition, he felt like he was still good to drive. He wasn’t sure if a police officer would agree, but who cared, anyways?
“Down in Norbury. Did you drive here?” Nate asked in disbelief.
“I did, and I don’t intend to leave my car here, so you can either ride with me or I’m going home.”
“Damn, okay, I guess,” Nate said and followed.
They remained silent for the short walk to the car, Gabe already excited to show off his Porsche. It’s not something anyone had, after all, and now that Nate was shunned by his family and less fortunate, he'd probably go green with envy.
“I thought you said you crashed your Porsche,” Nate said when Gabe opened the door for him.
“I did,” he confirmed and fell into the driver’s seat, “and then I got a new one.” He conveniently left out the fact that it had been a birthday present from his dad and he himself probably couldn’t have afforded to just drop over a hundred thousand pounds on a sports car. Didn’t matter, because now that he started working as a lawyer for his father, he was looking at a six figure wage in a few years time. Then he could.
Nathan crossed his arms over his chest and navigated the way to his apartment. Gabe made sure to drive over the speed limit and let the engine rev numerous times.
Several minutes later, the Porsche was once again retired at the side of the road, its occupants continuing their way on foot. Upon entering Nate's apartment, Gabe thought it was nothing to write home about. Small, dark, just one bedroom, a bathroom and the kitchen. It wasn't particularly tidy, either. Gabe had little time to worry about the state of Nate's housing, however, because said man herded him straight to the bedroom. Gabe turned around to face him when he stood at the edge of the bed and was promptly shoved onto the mattress by Nathan. Gabe landed on his ass and went to protest, but Nate shut him up by pushing him on his back with his body weight and kissing him roughly. Gabe's breaths came labored under the other man’s weight, but he greedily arched his back against him. Nate groaned into the kiss and buried one hand in Gabe’s hair, only to give it a hard tug. Gabe broke from the kiss and hissed in pain. So this is how it’s going to be, he thought to himself. Uncaring for his discomfort, Nate got up and tore off his t-shirt in a rush. His jeans and boxers followed suit. Gabe sat up on the bed and was startled when he found himself on eye level with Nate’s cock, rock-hard and throbbing.
“So much for getting in the mood,” Gabe said with an eyeroll and stared while Nate slowly jerked himself with a smirk.
“You know, I always thought you were real annoying, Pricefield. Whenever you spouted your bullshit about your family or whatever, I had the urge to slap you in the face,” Nate said, breathing quicker, voice erratic as he took a step towards Gabe, quite literally almost in his face now.
“Okay, and?” Gabe said, unimpressed and ignored Nate’s cock, staring him in the eyes intently instead.
“This is gonna be even better," Nate prophesied, dark desire lacing his words and widening his grin. Gabe blinked and remained still. Nathan's smile faded slightly, then he reached out and placed his hands to either side of Gabe's head.
"You know what I want, don't you? Do it then, whore," he bellowed and pulled Gabe's face towards his erection. Gabe scrunched up his nose, but he obeyed, collecting spit in his mouth and parting his lips. He stretched out his tongue and pressed it against the underside of Nate's cock. The hands at the sides of his face urged him on so he took it in his mouth, the tip at first, then he slid his mouth along its length. His nose collided with the dark hair below Nate's navel while his cock pressed against the back of his throat. Gabe retched, as much as he could, anyways, and he furrowed his eyebrows while staring up at Nate. The other went back to smirking grimly.
"That's right!" Nate hollered, "It's really so easy to shut you up."
Again, Gabe rolled his eyes. He shouldn't have done that. Nate's fingers wandered to the back of his head and forced him further down on his cock. Again, Gabe gagged and felt tears well up in his eyes. Nate was in a frenzy now, pushing against Gabe's head while moving his hips to fuck into his mouth. He was groaning and cursing, his eyes never leaving Gabe while he reveled in the feeling of having his nemesis at his mercy.
Gabe dug his fingers into the bedsheet at the edge of the mattress. His arms were shaking, and he could feel his spit spill out of the corners of his mouth and run down his chin, all the way to his craned neck. The angle was ideal so Nate could thrust his cock into Gabe's throat time and time again. Gabe focused on his breathing, air sputtering irregularly in and out his nose. He tried his hardest to keep the contents of his stomach from making their way up his esophagus, choking on his spit more than once. The tears were spilling over now, and with Nate's dick hitting the back of his throat over and over, their supply seemed endless. Broken moans left his strained voicebox. They would’ve been sobs, had his mouth not been so full. He could feel every vein on Nate’s cock, its hardness and rigidity, and the way it twitched and pulsated against his tongue. Already, his neck was sore, and he felt used, but he was finding it incredibly hard to hate it. He was hard himself, his erection straining against the fabric of his underwear and pants, and he felt lightheaded. It wasn’t just the alcohol, it was also the wet sounds of his mouth, the slurping and swallowing, Nate’s mindless blabbering of how much he despised him, intermingled with his groans. It was the air, thick from passion and the heavy smell of his and Nathan’s sweat. Gabe slackened his jaw and hollowed out his cheeks, allowing Nate’s cock to slide into him to the hilt with each stroke.
“Fuck yeah, that’s right,” Nathan slurred. His head fell back, his hands still holding the back of Gabe’s head firmly. He was nearing his breaking point, high off the feeling of Gabe’s tongue and cheeks pressing against his cock. His thrusts were ruthless and brutal as he let out years of pent-up frustration. He was mindless like an animal, a beast lost in the heat of passion. His movements became more and more sloppy, and he called out strings of curses, until, finally, he came undone, forcing his cock deep into Gabe’s mouth. His whole body went rigid as he came into his throat, pumping his seed straight down Gabe’s neck. Gabe pressed his eyes shut and swallowed heavily. His lashes were wet, and so was the skin on his cheeks from how he’d cried like the little bitch he really was. He could feel every twitch of Nate’s cock as it pumped its load into him. He strained against the iron grip at his skull and freed himself, pulling away from the other’s dick and greedily sucking in air through his mouth, filling his lungs with sweet, sweet oxygen. He leaned back on his arms and tried to compose himself. The unpleasant taste of cum permeated his mouth and he wished he had something to wash it down with.
Nathan, too, was breathing heavily, and for a short while, that was the only sound in the room. Nate eyed Gabe like a predator, and Gabe stared back out of bloodshot eyes. He was much less cocky now, not in the mood for the cheeky banter from earlier. Nate was happy to see what he believed to be a broken man.
“Strip,” he ordered.
“Huh?” Gabe queried.
“I said strip,” Nate repeated darkly, “Or did you think I was done with you, Pricefield?”
He spat the name like a curse word, or in a way someone would talk about a hated politician.
“I-” Gabe started, but Nate didn’t let him utter another syllable.
“Take off your fucking clothes, slut! Before I do it for you.”
Gabe glared at him but rose off the bed, ensuring Nathan had the best possible view as he started unbuttoning his shirt. It took him a while since he could only use his one hand, but Nathan was clueless, salivating over every inch of light skin Gabe revealed. With all the buttons out of the way, he slid the white shirt off his shoulders, revealing his relatively toned upper body. Granted, he wasn’t ripped like his brother, but he still looked athletic. Still, Nate stared, now as he undid his belt, his pants joining the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Nate smirked looking at the obvious tent in Gabe’s underwear, but even that last article of clothing was quickly discarded. Now bare save for the collar around his neck, Gabe stood before Nathan. He was sure he looked like a mess, but still the larger man eyed him hungrily, looking him up and down. Gabe shifted his weight from one leg to the other. This, he didn’t mind. It never bothered him when people saw him naked. He was confident in himself, maybe even too much so.
“Hands and knees,” Nate instructed and gestured towards the bed. Gabe hesitated for a moment before turning his back to him and sinking onto his knees on the bed. His upper body followed suit, his weight supported by his outstretched arms on the bed spread. He felt the slightest air of nervosity when he heard Nate step behind him. Shortly after, he felt the man’s hands ghosting over his ass cheeks. Nate experimentally squeezed the tissue and gave him a slap. Gabe tensed and let his head drop, feeling Nate’s palms against his skin, anxious for his next move. He felt another slap, harder this time, then again, and again. Gabe bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep quiet. He wasn’t ready to give in and allow Nate the satisfaction of hearing him whine in pain, although the increasing intensity of his hits was making it ever harder for him.
“You’re such a little shit, Pricefield,” Nate taunted, “act all high and mighty, but really, you just need to be put into your place.”
Each of his following words were accentuated with a collision of his palm against Gabe’s ass, the hardest yet, “You. Are. Just. A. Little. Whore.”
Upon the last smack of skin against skin, Gabe couldn’t keep it together anymore. He let out a high-pitched yelp and cursed himself when that made Nathan laugh.
“Stay right there,” he commanded and pulled away. Out of the corner of his eye, Gabe saw him move to his nightstand and rummage around in a drawer. The skin of his ass puckered against the coolness of the air, and he was sure it looked bright red, just like his cheeks must’ve been. Gabe breathed heavily and sorted his thoughts and feelings in the short break Nate allowed him. Anxiety and nervousness were wreaking havoc in his mind, but above all he was confused over how much this whole ordeal turned him on. The intensity of the encounter was like a wildfire charring a forest, and Nathan’s emotions were the gasoline poured over it, making the flames lick higher and higher. Gabe was sure Nate imagined him as a scared and fleeing animal, but in reality, Gabe felt like the dry wood, tinder fueling an inferno he reveled in. He was burning up, and he couldn’t be sure what remained and what would rise from the ashes when this was all over.
Nate was back behind him. There was his hand again, just one at first, and then, without much of a warning, the thumb of the other skimmed around the rim of his anus. Gabe was startled by several things; the sudden contact, and the cool wetness of Nate’s finger. Lube, he thought, figures. At least he wasn’t downright merciless.
Nate chuckled, “You should relax, Pricefield, otherwise this will be very uncomfortable for you.”
His voice held a bit of mirth, the only semblance of concern from him so far. Gabe took a deep breath and loosened his muscles.
“Good,” Nathan hummed and pushed the tip of his thumb into him. Gabe’s eyes shot open and his lips parted, but there was no sound. There was pain, but Gabe’s had worse. Adrenaline rushed through him as Nate moved his finger, pushing it into him deeper. Gabe felt his heartbeat at his temples and his chest swelled with his quickening breaths. Rush, oh it was a rush.
Nate pumped his thumb slowly, then pulled it out to replace it with his forefinger. His other hand snaked around Gabe’s pelvis where he found his hard cock, flush against his stomach.
“Hm, I thought you’d be bigger,” Nathan mocked.
“Fuck you,” Gabe groaned upon the contact, his whole body covered in goosebumps, and let out breathy moans when Nate started jerking him off slowly. Simultaneously, his middle finger joined the other one in Gabe’s ass. Another sting, another long groan from Gabe. He felt his eyes roll to the back of his head, eyes fluttering closed. His cock twitched in Nate’s hand gliding up and down his shaft. With two fingers now, Nate methodically worked Gabe’s ass, pumping them in and out, curling them against his walls and scissoring him open carefully.
“You’re gonna feel so good,” Nathan anticipated, “Aren’t you a good little slut?”
“Yes,” Gabe breathed, which Nathan rewarded by stroking his dick faster. The first pre-orgasmic tremors were running through his body, but Nate apparently didn’t want to do him the favor of letting him cum, because he withdrew both his hands, leaving Gabe feeling empty and his cock aching for contact. He was pushed forward as Nate made space for him to kneel on the bed behind Gabe. He spread another generous helping of lube along his cock and around Gabe’s rim, then he pressed the tip of his dick against it.
Gabe cried out when he pushed his pelvis forward and entered him. Nate didn’t falter and pushed in the full lenght of his sex.
“Fuck,” he groaned when he felt the contraction of Gabe’s muscles around him, “that’s tight.”
Gabe’s jaw fell slack while Nathan grabbed his hips harshly. The pain was almost overwhelming, and not because it was too intense, but because the pleasure was immense. It was at this point his conscience shut off and lust took over, pushing him into the abyss of his pitch-black mind. He leaned back, welcoming Nate’s cock inside him and drawing him deeper. He hadn’t imagined this to feel so fucking good.
Nathan grinned and started moving, in and out, unsteady, untethered, wild.
“Yes, oh yes,” Gabe moaned, an open-mouthed smile splitting his face, “fuck yes!”
Nathan was almost startled by Gabe’s eagerness. He moved against him, encouraging his movements. This wasn’t really what he’d wanted. He thought he could make Gabe suffer, this sort of ardor he didn’t calculate for. Gabe was frenzied, manic, high from his pleasure. He was moaning like a madman, ushering Nate on with pleas and commands. Time to up the ante, then, Nate thought. He pulled his right hand from Gabe’s hip and instead hooked his fingers into the edge of the collar around Gabe’s neck. He pulled it towards him, forcing Gabe against him violently, back arched, head craned back. An animalistic cry left Gabe’s throat when he felt Nate deeper inside him. It was strained and sounded honestly desperate, only partly because this stress on his throat made it hard for him to breathe. He threw his morals and principles overboard, relished the searing pain and pleasure from Nate’s cock deep inside him, and became a stranger to himself. All he cared for, all he wanted and needed was more. More of everything. More pain. More pleasure. More lust. More anger. More hate. More, more, more moremoremore…
“Is that… all? You got?” He gargled, barely able to get the word out between Nate’s hard thrusts and leaned into the collar. Now he really choked, gasping, struggling to breathe but still not satisfied. Blackness blurred the edges of his vision and stars danced in front of him.
Nate’s face fell when he felt the tug on his arm and he gave way, allowing Gabe a breath saving his consciousness.
“Jesus,” he panted, the fingers of his hand on Gabe’s hip digging into his flesh, marring it with streaks of red, “you’re a freak. You’re fucking insane.”
“Yes,” Gabe whined, grinding against him. His insides felt like they were bubbling and boiling, his climax so near yet out of reach.
Nate grit his teeth and furrowed his eyebrows, enraged. He didn’t know what kind of twisted game Gabe was playing, but he hated how he didn’t feel in control, even if it was his cock inside Gabe, his hand around the collar limiting his airflow. He let go of the collar and instead placed his hand between Gabe’s shoulder blades, where he pushed down until his arms folded underneath him and his chest and face crashed into the mattress while his ass remained in the air. Nate’s hand remained on his back and pressed him into the bed with the full force of his body weight while he placed the other besides Gabe’s head. He leaned forward, forearm joining the hand restraining Gabe, his elbow digging into the muscle of his back. It was a different kind of pain, but Gabe loved it just as much. His face was to the side now, between the mess of his hair, Nate could see his lust-hazed eyes, the crazed stare out of them as Gabe looked up at him, and the way his mouth hung open, tongue out, strings of saliva flowing onto the sheets below him. Gabe grinned while Nathan looked furious, his breathing ragged while he fucked into his ass ferociously. It was a changed angle, and the new spots Nate’s cock touched inside him sent electrifying tingles up Gabe’s spine. His eyes rolled and his moans increased in volume, almost managing to drown out the lewd slapping of skin on skin when Nate crashed into him. Nate leaned down and sank his teeth into his shoulder so intensely that Gabe briefly wondered if he’d mind if the other man tore a chunk out of his flesh. Nate’s teeth didn’t even break his skin, but the thought they could’ve shockingly did nothing to curb Gabe’s desire.
Nathan withdrew and roared, “Is that it, Pricefield?! You like being used?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Gabe said hastily and nodded, long ready to start begging for his release at this point.
“You’re scum! A worthless whore!” Nate bellowed, his own breathing so ragged and erratic that his voice almost cracked. Gabe nodded again and felt hot tears well up in his eyes, why, he wasn’t sure.
Nate panted and groaned and his body convulsed as he was finding it harder and harder to withstand his second orgasm. Once more, he reached between Gabe’s legs with his left hand, his weight now fully on the arm pinning Gabe down. Gabe’s breaths were short and flat, barely any air getting into his lungs from the pressure.
Nate’s fist closed around Gabe’s cock. He shut his eyes, his teeth grating together. Two, maybe three strokes, that’s all it took for Gabe to shatter under the combined stimulation. His vision went white, and he surprised both Nate and himself when he screamed, voice raw and broken. Everything broke free from deep within him, the overriding pleasure seeming to fry all his nerves. His body shook and strings of useless cum shot out of his cock, soiling Nate’s hand and dripping onto the bed beneath. Nathan continued to stroke his cock, Gabe whining and writhing from the overstimulation, thrusting into him a few more times before his own climax crashed into him. He cursed Gabe as he came into him and filled him with his cum.
“Fuck,” he groaned and let himself collaps atop his rival.
Gabe felt utterly crushed under Nate’s weight, and he thought he was fading in and out of consciousness as his overwhelmed mind began to return to reality. Nate rolled off him, now beside Gabe who was on his stomach, and critically eyed the other’s cum on his hand. He reached over and grabbed a fistful of Gabe’s hair, pulling his head up and pressing his coated fingers to his dry lips.
“Clean the mess you made, whore,” he demanded, his voice now lacking the vigor it held when his emotions still burned brighter.
Gabe, still only half-present, obediently let his mouth fall open and Nate push his fingers against his tongue. Gabe licked his own seed off Nate’s hand and hummed quietly before falling back into the pillows beneath him. Nate was still beside him, trying to catch his breath.
“That was…” Nate searched for a fitting descriptor, “fucking crazy.”
Gabe came down from his high and was greeted by an odd mix of pain in most of his body and the rest of the pleasant buzz of his release, all wrapped in a thick blanket of satisfaction. He felt like he belonged. These were the realest emotions he’s allowed himself to feel in a long time, and the most honest he’d been outwardly. He didn’t know why, there were so many whys. Why Nate? Why here? Why tonight? Why like this? None of it mattered.
He allowed himself ten more breaths to be himself before it was time to rebuild his facade. He closed his eyes and counted them down. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
Gabe rose from the mattress with his back to Nate who could see the redness where his back would likely bruise from the pressure of his arm. He rounded the bed and began picking up his clothes from the floor. Nate felt his anger rise once more when he saw the fucker was back to smiling as if nothing happened.
“You’re a freak, you know that, Pricefield?” He asked.
“I know,” Gabe replied cheekily, “you’ve told me.”
“Ugh,” Nate groaned heartily while the other got dressed, pulling up his underwear and pants first and then throwing on his shirt. It was a bit crumpled now from laying on the floor.
“So, can I get your number, then?” He continued, “I could use a good fuck like that every now and then.”
Gabe turned towards him with a smirk and a glint in his green eyes. There was something else, too, something Nate couldn’t place, but it made him uneasy. Gabe reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a business card that showed the branding of his father’s office as well as his title. He flicked it at Nate, the card landing on his torso. Gabe stepped close and leaned down to him, cupping his cheek and showing off his collar once more.
“Make sure to call me,” Gabe said and kissed him roughly, “so I can block your number, asshole.”
Nate’s eyes widened, but Gabe was already gone, leaving his bedroom. A minute later, he heard his front door fall shut.
Gabe stepped into the cool night air and pulled his coat tightly around his frame. He stared up into the sky above, dark blue and speckled with glinting silver stars.
This is who I am, he thought while he buried his feelings deep within him.
He turned and walked off into the night.
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Fixing her hangover [MF 40s] [free use] [oral]
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She was out all day yesterday drinking with friends, sending me increasingly drunk and horny messages as the hours passed. Home late, and straight to bed after forcing down a large glass of water.
So she’s going to need a little help this morning, once she finally wakes.
I hear some slow movement, so I judge that she’s ready for my patented hangover cure. Outside the bedroom door, I open reddit and find one of those subreddits that never fails to come up with inspiring images and gifs (you know the ones. r/nofanscouples or r/bdsmgw or r/deniedgirls or r/forcedorgasms).
A minute or two later of stroking and my excitement at what I’ve got planned is enough to have me ready to go.
I push open the door, naked and carrying a glass of berocca and some paracetamol (acetaminophen for y’all over there), my cock hard as a rock between them.
I place the glass and the tablets on the side, kiss her on the forehead and kneel next to her on the bed.
As I stroke my cock a few inches from her face, she begins to stir and I flip a few inches of covers back to expose her tits. She wriggles and attempts to cover up, but I push her hands away and get a grumpy moan in response.
Stroking faster now, and she’s definitely close to waking, I flip off the rest of the covers, exposing her whole body to me. I resist the urge to caress her curves, to pinch her nipples and to cup her mound in my hand. For now, at least.
Soon, I’m getting close, and my breathing gets a little ragged in the quiet room. I suspect she’s woken enough to figure out what’s going on, as she’s become still and calm, and I think I catch from the corner of my eye as her tongue pokes briefly between her lips at one corner of her mouth.
I’m too busy to change my plan now though, and as my balls tighten I reach out and slap her pussy, hard enough to wake her instantly.
Her eyes flash wide and her mouth opens just enough in shock for me to press the head of my cock to her lips.
The first spurt of cum grazes her cheek and lands in her hair, but the rest fills her mouth, coating her tongue as she swirls and sucks and moans into my throbbing, suddenly sensitive cock.
As my body shivers and trembles, I reach back and grab her wand, pressing it right on her clit in the way I’ve watched and studied her doing countless times.
She immediately humps against it, but doesn’t stop sucking. Fireworks fill my mind as she swirls and sucks, swirls and sucks, overstimulating me to the point where I think I’m about to fall off the bed.
Her arm wraps around me, gripping my arse cheek as she humps some more.
She’s getting close, and I’m dizzy from the orgasm and her relentless overstimulation, and we cling to each other.
I grip my hand into her hair, and press the wand harder still.
“Cum for me you drunken slut,” I growl down at her, and she grunts in response.
Then she’s digging her nails into my arse, her cheeks redden, her toes point and tense and she’s cumming, moaning and breathing hard through her nose.
Finally, she lets my cock slip from her lips and I bend down to kiss her deep. I turn off the wand and roll her over so we can spoon.
We catch our breath together, then I whisper in her ear, “Drink your berocca and get in the shower. I’m making bacon sandwiches.”
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