Fucking [M]y best friends girl, and how I thought it happened…

“You really shouldn’t be doing this” Sarah said, as my thrusts made that familiar slapping sound against her ass. You could hear the smile in her voice, as she pushed back deeper on to my cock, her perfectly tight pussy offering just the little resistance. Bareback, of course.

“A dare is a dare, and you don’t seem to be complaining” I responded. Flipping her over, I look down on a proper English Rose. Brown hair, hazel eyes and lovely pert lips. Near porcelain skin, C cup breasts with tiny nipples. Arms above her head, a wonderful smile across her face, she knows she shouldn’t be doing what she’s doing. A tiny landing strip of pubic hair, jet black, just above her clit, with labia as tiny as her nipples.

I slide myself back on in, and groan, the sensation of my head against her inner walls, all too good. “Nick will not be happy” she jokingly stated, gasping as I thrust a little harder. “I’m not really thinking too much about that right now” I retort. She groans nice and deep, almost guttural. Her slender waxed legs wrap around me, pull me in deeper, arching her pubic mound up to meet my cock.

How I [M] learned to fuck your mother

So you all seemed to like my last story, so I thought I’d throw down one from my past. Right back at the very beginning. When I’d hardly done anything with a girl at all.

I was 18. It was the first time I’d left the country, first time I’d been on a lads holiday. And of course, the destination was Majorca. We were in a hotel about 10 minutes outside of Magaluf, you know the kind of place.

On the first day, we had been down at the pool and met a group of girls, a little older than us at 20-21, who were on the girls version of our mates holiday.

We got drinking around the pool, had a good laugh together and before I knew it (I was so totally naive) a couple of my mates were hooked up, and that was them happy for the holiday, fucking away like rabbits at every opportunity.

I [M] ran in to a wanna be onlyfans girl this morning

So every morning, I take a run through the National park I live in, here in the uk. About 2km from home I run down by a river. It’s got a few deep pools and a couple of mill ponds with water falls to the bottom side of them.

This morning I’m on my usual route and hit the second pond. As I approach, I note that someone is taking photos of themselves using a tripod and remote set. She’s a way off and it take a moment for my eyes to adjust (it was pre 6am!) and realise she’s totally naked.

She spots me as I approach and dashes for the bank, grabbing her robe and instantly covering herself. As I get closer I shout a ‘morning’ greeting. She hesitantly responds and I decide what the hell, and stop. We make a little small talk about the heat and the lovey setting for a few moments before I ask her how the photography is going. Instantly she starts blushing, and says ok, but not great. The sun is behind her and it’s making it difficult.