We had been laughing and giggling the whole way, walking towards Ashta’s small house. Our high spirits came in part because of the prank we had pulled on Kevin, Natalie’s ex who had thrown her out of their apartment. The prank was petty, even a little cruel, and probably a little unwarranted, since Natalie had cheated on him with me. But we didn’t care. As far as we were concerned, he got what he deserved. And of course, we all knew what was going to happen now. Natalie wore a light summer dress, almost sheer when the sun hit it, with nothing underneath. Both my and Ashta’s hands had wandered underneath it from time to time, squeezing her ass or caressing her pussy. The more we did, the more sultry Natalie became, and the wetter she got. Occasionally, she would flip up the hem of her dress, exposing herself to us and to anyone who happened to pass by. Ashta wore a pant suit cut so deep it only just covered her nipples and her navel. Passing by an alley, she had ducked in. We had followed dutifully, to find her waiting with her breast exposed. Without needing to be told, Natalie and I both took a nipple into our mouths, caressing with our tongues and biting softly. Ashta’s moans echoed through the alley. She pushed our heads away, covered her breasts again and strode out of the alley, everything perfectly normal. I looked at Natalie, her mouth agape and her breath coming quickly. All the built-up arousal flowed into a long, sloppy, passionate kiss. I grabbed a breast just as she grabbed my cock through my sweat pants.
Author: CraftingMoans
Not Sure [mff]
“I’m not sure if this is a good idea.”
His voice was barely a whisper, drowned out by the droning of the train. But it felt too loud, as if he had shouted through the wagon. His wife didn’t stop, of course. He hadn’t really expected her to and was pretty sure he didn’t want her to. She let go of the earlobe she had been nibbling on and quickly looked around. Her fingers had found his nipple under his shirt and she pinched it hard enough to elicit a soft gasp.
“Yes, you do”, she breathed in his ear. “You would like getting caught, I bet. Maybe by the redhead?”
He glanced over the seats at the woman sitting several rows down. She was looking out the window, her long crimson hair tucked behind her ear. Could she see him, from the corner of her eye? His cock strained against his pants.
“Let me help you.”
Her Name was Natalie (part 4) [Ffm]
Natalie and I looked from each other to the strap-on in Ashta’s hand and we both grinned nervously. Ashta had a lewd smile on her face as she let her hand glide over the black rubber. It wasn’t that big, smaller than my own modest cock, even as hard as it was now. But her words still rang in my mind. ‘I was going to use it on him …’ I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
“Strip”, Ashta said, in a tone that left no room for hesitation.
We quickly took off our clothes and threw them aside. Both women looked unabashedly at my cock, as it stood straight up and glistened with precum. I drank in Natalie’s fit body, and found myself reaching out to grab one of her perky breasts. She moved her arms back, pushing her chest forward. A low moan escaped her lips. Ashta, only dressed in her white stay-ups, put on the strap-on as she kept an eye on us. When she was done, she stepped closer. Her lips found mine and her rubber cock grazed my own. I groaned softly. Ashta then pushed us apart and went to lie on her back on the bed, the strap-on pointing towards the ceiling.
Her Name was Nathalie (part 3) [oral] [Ffm]
Ashta was true to her word. The very next night she came knocking. I wore jeans and a sweater, as I had planned to go out. When I saw her standing there, wearing a long warm coat and looking up at me with an expectant smile, I half expected that she might join me for a beer. But she pushed me into the room without a word, opened her coat and let if fall to the floor. My jaw dropped along with it. White stockings held up by a garter belt, white sheer panties and a white corset with half cups, leaving the dark nipples on her gorgeous breast bare. It contrasted beautifully with her darker skin, emphasizing her near nakedness. She was dressed for sex, that much was clear.
“I want nothing from you, and I want it now.”
I had called my … arrangement with Natalie nothing, because I hadn’t wanted Ashta to know. But she had seen, last night, seen and desired.
“Do you like my outfit?” she asked, turning around slowly.
I nodded, swallowing hard. Why exactly this was happening to me, I couldn’t say, but at that moment I wouldn’t have cared if it’d cost me my soul.
“You look amazingly sexy.”
Small, sensual and curvaceous, she looked like a modern fertility goddess.
“Aw, that’s sweet. Now, kneel.”
Her tone shifted and I knew better than to argue. I fell on my knees and let my eyes travel up her body, lingering on the dark patch of hair that was just visible through her panties, and on her nipples, which looked harder than they had a minute ago, until I came to her face.
“Good. I want you to please me.”
Looking up at her expectantly, I waited for her to do something, but she simply placed her hands on her hips and returned my gaze. So I bent down towards her white pumps and started caressing her calves with my hands. With some hesitation I pressed my lips against her nylon clad foot. I did the same to the other foot. She didn’t respond, so I continued up her legs, moving my hands and my lips slowly higher. When I got to her thighs, she let out a soft sigh. At the edge of her stockings, I let my tongue slide along her flesh, inwards and upwards, stopping just short of her panties, before repeating it on the other leg. My nostrils flared with the scent of her arousal. I pressed my nose against her bush and drew in a breath. My erection strained against my jeans. I tentatively stuck out my tongue and tasted her through her panties. I was rewarded with a hint of her juices and the sound of her moans.
“Oh, that’s nice.”
Suddenly she took a step back. I leaned back, awaiting her wishes.
“You really like to please, don’t you?”
I only shrugged, not quite certain of what the last few days had taught me. She grinned, taking a nipple between thumb and forefinger and rolling it around gently. Her grin vanished into another low moan.
“Don’t worry, I’ll return the favor.” She turned around and pulled her panties down, exposing herself without any hesitation. “If you can satisfy me.”
This time I didn’t need any prompting. Spreading her buttocks apart, I took a moment to admire the view while gently squeezing and kneading her. She bent forward, allowing me better access. I started slow, kissing along her sensitive spots, occasionally with a little nibble, without touching them. Her moans filled the room even before my tongue parted the folds of her pussy. When it did, she pushed back into me and I began to eat her in earnest. Licking the length of her, I pushed my tongue into her pussy, then continued to her asshole. It gave way easily to my probing tip and she squirmed in pleasure. I went back down to focus on her clit, but placed my thumbs on her puckered hole, pushing and stretching as I licked her pussy.
“Oh, that’s very nice”, she panted. “Don’t stop.”
Her arousal made me rock hard and excited, but I tried as best I could to keep my rhythm. When she placed a hand on the back of my head and pressed me even deeper between her cheeks, I continued the steady movements of my tongue and my fingers, slowly increasing the pressure, while keeping the pace. Her moans quickly turned to high yelps and then, suddenly, a long, drawn-out groan. Fluid gushed into my mouth. My cock throbbed. She held me there, face against her ass, as her orgasm subsided, then took two uneasy steps. I gasped, able to breathe freely again.
“That …” She had a look of surprise on her face. “That was unexpected. I can see why Natalie likes you.”
Her name cast a shadow on my mind, which must have showed.
“Oh, don’t worry about her,” she said, stepping closer again, “I’ll make you forget all about her.”
Standing right in front of me, the dark bushy hair above her glistening folds tickling my nose, she put her hands on my shoulders. Instinctively I stuck my tongue out and tasted her again. She flinched.
“Easy there, tiger. I’m gonna need a moment. But don’t worry.” With one hand and practiced ease she undid the corset, her full breasts dropping ever so slightly. “I have other ways to make you feel good. Drop your pants and sit on the bed.”
I crawled backward, undoing my pants while my eyes remained fixed on her breasts, swaying as she followed me. When my back hit the bed, I clambered up, dropping my pants around my ankles. She gave me a disapproving look.
“Take them off. And don’t even think about keeping your socks on.”
I practically yanked them off, kicking everything to the side. She came to sit on her knees between my legs and tugged on my boxers. I rose up a little to help her and an instant later my erection sprang free, slapping against my sweater. The head of my cock was already glistening with precum. She smiled.
“Not bad.”
Before I knew what happened, her breasts had enveloped me. I let out a low moan at the warmth and softness. Then she started moving. She pressed her breasts together with her hands and stroked my cock that way. Her cleavage quickly became lubricated with my precum. I stared at the amazing sight, my glans coming up between her breasts for a moment before vanishing again. It felt like a blowjob, a really good blowjob, and it felt nothing like that at all. I was panting, so aroused by eating her that my climax was already in sight. When she suddenly bent her head down and her tongue lapped at my cock, I let out a hoarse cry. A knock on the door cut through everything. Ashta looked up at me, but I could only respond with a slack-jawed shrug.
“Hey, it’s me. It … It’s Natalie.”
Ashta raised an eyebrow at me. I blinked. Why could she possibly be here? What does she want? Who does she think she is, coming here now after blowing me off like she did?
“I’m sorry. I understand if you don’t want … I didn’t know where else to go. He found out and …”
Jumping to her feet, Ashta went to the door and opened it a crack.
“Hi, Natalie.”
“Oh, uh, Ashta, right?”
“Right. You can come in, just know that we were, uhm, busy.”
Natalie looked past her and saw me sitting on the bed, still hard as a rock.
“Oh! I’m so sorry!”
She turned to leave, but Ashta grabbed her by the arm, hauled her into my room and closed the door.
“Calm down. I’m only here because I saw you two yesterday. It looked a lot of fun.”
Natalie looked from me to the small woman in her stockings, garter belt and open corset.
“I … You saw us?”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t matter right now. Come, sit. Tell us what’s wrong.”
As she was lead to the bed, I noticed she looked a bit disheveled. Her hair was a mess and her make-up was minimal and hastily applied; her clothes were the same as yesterday. She sat down, casting furtive glances at both of us, and immediately sprang back up.
“I don’t know what I’m doing here. I should g-”
“Sit.”
Natalie sat back down without thinking.
“You clearly need a friend”, Ashta went on. “But we both know why you came here. Take off your pants.”
I couldn’t help but grin, especially when Natalie started to obey. Then she hesitated.
“I don’t know …” she began, but the other woman cut her off.
“You can tell me all about your situation, and in the meantime, you’ll get what you need.”
At that, she shot me a wink.
“That … That does sound nice.”
I helped Natalie take off her pants and panties, while Ashta went to sit behind her. Natalie leaned back in her arms and, with a quick glance in my direction, spread her legs for me. Caressing her toned legs, I gazed again upon that pretty pussy of hers. It wasn’t blossoming, now, but the last few days had given me enough confidence to know that would be the case soon enough.
“So, what happened?” Ashta asked. She held the other woman tight and Natalie visibly relaxed in her embrace.
“When I came home, yesterday, he was sleeping. My boyfriend, Kevin, I mean. I didn’t want to wake him, so I just got into bed without, well, without cleaning up. He normally doesn’t notice, but …”
She trailed off as I started trailing gentle kisses up her legs.
“It wasn’t a normal night, clearly”, she went on. “He woke up a bit and started cuddling me. When he put a hand on my breast, I -”
“Like this?” Ashta asked, cupping one of Natalie’s breasts.
“Y-Yeah. I thought I was satiated, after, after what you saw. But I started to grind back into him with my hips, desire still flooding me. He felt so good, so hard against my ass.”
I had almost reached her pussy, but kept my distance, kissing and licking and nibbling the flesh around it. I could smell her arousal. Ashta carefully pulled down the white t-shirt and took a firm hold of Natalie’s breasts.
“He asked me, told me to blow him.” Her breathing had quickened and soft moans occasionally came through. “I wanted to, almost tore his boxers off and started sucking him. But what I really wanted was- Ahhhhh!”
With my tongue flat against her, as low as I could go while her feet were still on the ground, I slowly licked upwards, parting her folds and tasting her, until I came to her clit. Then I pushed the tip back down, entering her slightly, before giving her another slow, deliberate lick.
“I wanted him to fuck me.” Her eyes were closed and she had her head back on Ashta’s shoulder. Enjoying the ministrations, she did her best to continue her story. “He was so hard and felt so big in my mouth. I pulled off my panties and got on my knees. I had already forgotten about the cum in my pussy, but it shouldn’t’ve mattered. He should’ve just fucked me.”
Placing my hands under her knees, I lifted her legs up. She leaned back even more and Ashta took hold of her legs, pulling them almost to her shoulders. I took my tongue off her for a moment. Her pussy glistened, slick and wet under my thumbs. And below that, her alluring asshole, now completely exposed.
“His tongue touched my pussy. First time in five years. Barely lasted a second.”
I repeated my slow tongue strokes, but now went from below her puckered rosebud all the way to her clit. She was silent when I did that, only speaking in short sentences in between.
“He tasted your cum. Or saw it. Got angry. I didn’t- Oh, that’s so good! I didn’t care. I was so horny.”
With my tongue circling her clit, I pushed two fingers into her pussy and set a third to rubbing around her asshole.
“Hmmm. I touched myself. In front of him. He looked confused. Angry. Hungry. And then- Oh! And then- Ooh!”
“Easy now,” Ashta said, “finish your story first. Then you can come.”
I let up a little bit.
“Suddenly he was inside me. Fucking me. Pushing into me. All his weight. All his strength. Using me. So hot. I almost came. But then- Oh! But then he- Ooh, I’m so close!”
“Come for me”, Ashta said.
I pushed my finger into her ass, my tongue and my other fingers still stimulating her pussy. Natalie started shaking, a rumbling groan on her lips.
“Come like the little plaything that you are. Come for me, little girl.”
She froze for an instant and I could feel all her muscles tense. Then she screamed, wailed almost, her ass leaving the bed as she rose up in Ashta’s arms. Suspended like that, I did my best to continue to stroke her. But she held this only for a moment before they both fell backwards on the bed, out of my grasp. Then, everything was silent but for our breathing.
“He came before I did”, Natalie whispered. “Then he threw me out of my own room. I tried getting off by myself, but …”
She pushed herself upright and looked at me.
“Thanks. Both of you.”
Ashta threw her arms around Natalie again.
“Anytime, little girl. Also, Kevin sounds like a dick and we might need to teach him a lesson.”
Natalie giggled as Ashta got off the bed and went to pick up her coat from the ground.
“But first, there’s something I’d like to try.”
She plucked a black strap-on out of the pocket and held it in front of her crotch.
“What do you think? I was going to use it on him, but I feel like you need it more right now.”
Natalie pretty much squealed, clapping her hands. Me? I swallowed with some difficulty, confused, grateful, and really quite hard.
Her Name was Natalie (part 2) [mF] [oral] [rimming]
Despite what I had hoped, Natalie avoided me the next few weeks. Another night of, well, whatever the hell that was, seemed out of the question. While I didn’t want to press the issue, I felt I was owed at least some kind of closure. So after class I waited for her.
“Hi, Nathalie.”
“Oh, hey …”
She avoided my eye, but didn’t seem shocked or angry. Only a bit dejected.
“How’s things?”
“Fine.”
An uncomfortable pause. She wasn’t wearing any make-up and her hair, pulled back in a ponytail, looked dull, uncared for. But she was still amazingly beautiful and at that moment I would have done anything to make her smile. Or moan.
“I really liked what we …”
“My boyfriend came to town”, she interrupted me. “He’s staying with me now.”
“Oh …”
“So just forget about it. Please?”
Now she did look at me, her eyes pleading. I nodded.
“Thanks.”
She turned to go, hesitated, then turned back and placed a small hand on my arm.
“I did as well.”
I watched her leave, angry, hurt and, to my surprise, horny. That damn girl.
“What was that about?”
Astha came to stand beside me. A small Indian woman with delicious curves and a quick smile, she had only recently transferred here, but had already made a name for herself after a shouting match with an administrator. He had either not fulfilled an inane request exactly as she wanted, or had made lewd remarks at her, depending on who you listened to. Whatever the case, she was fierce and a bit scary, even though the top of her head barely reached my chest.
“Nothing”, I mumbled.
“That was definitely not nothing.”
“Just drop it.”
“Fine. Want to go grab a bite?”
I shook my head. “I’m just going to go home.”
“Don’t wallow!” she called after me. “There’s much better things to do.”
Her Name was Natalie (part 1) [mF] [oral] [rimming] [light humiliation]
Her name was Natalie and she had a great ass, for a white girl. We met in college, although ‘met’ might be a bit of an overstatement. We had some classes together and said hi in the hallways. Other than that, our paths rarely crossed. If she wasn’t studying, she would be at the gym, or out jogging. And it showed. That great ass was part of a fit body, and she knew it. She didn’t exactly flaunt it, but she did make sure her clothes were tight or revealing enough to show off her long, toned legs, her flat stomach, and her nice full breasts. She had a boyfriend, because of course she did. He was a remnant of her high school life. From the way she talked to him on the phone, I could tell he wasn’t that high on her list of priorities. But then again, neither was I. I was just around. Until one night in the fall.
Happy Trails (Part 2 of 2) [mF] [masturbation] [rubbing] [just shy of sex]
“Jonathan? Are you awake?”
Olivia stands in the doorway, an ethereal vision in the pale moonlight. She is wearing a white long-sleeved t-shirt that falls just below her hips and an odd expression on her face.
“I mean, I know you’re awake, I heard you talking. You’re not on the phone, are you? No, of course you’re not. Sorry for barging in anyway.”
He opens his mouth to answer several times, but can’t quite find an opening in her babbling. Not that he has any idea what to say.
“The others, Thomas and his floozy, they’re sleeping on the couch. I couldn’t sleep, not sure why. A bit cold, maybe. Guess I should’ve brought pants.” She grins.
Part of her is very nervous, that he can see clearly. But there is something else in her voice, in her stance.
“Can I come in? Can I …”
Happy Trails (Part 1 of 2) [mF] [masturbation] [build-up]
“Assholes …” Jonathan mutters as his friends run off ahead.
Well, his friend and the unpleasant girl he has brought along. Thomas is his best friend, but he seems to have no bar when it comes to women. Which is a shame, as it will probably make the hiking trip another memory of something fun ruined by Thomas’s floozies. It was supposed to be just the three of them, like it used to be. Thomas, Jonathan, and …
“Where are they running off to?”
Olivia puts a hand on his shoulder, throwing a final glance at the steep path they just climbed.
“They’re … I don’t know. They know the way. Do you want some water?”
He holds out the open canteen to her. She takes a long draught. For one instant, the sun catching her dark bob cut and her slender neck exposed, he is mesmerized. He has known her since they were toddlers, and he likes her, loves her even. But in this moment, standing on top of a small mountain, dirt and sweat caked to their bodies, it seems as if he sees her for the first time. Not who she was all those years ago, but who she is right now.
An Awakening of Desire [Mf] [Mdom] [Fsub]
It’s a Saturday morning and Emily sits at the kitchen counter, sipping her coffee and idly scrolling through her feeds. Tom, her fiancé, is working again today, as he has been for the past several Saturdays. She hadn’t minded the first few times, and understands the deadline his team is up against. But she has started to miss their lazy weekends; nothing to do but lounge, read, snuggle and eat. He promised her it wouldn’t be much longer, and Emily hopes that that’s true.