The Fruit Roll-Up Orgy [Group] [Swapping]

The Fruit Roll-Up Orgy

There are many ways I expected my second night at our local swingers club to go. But the way it ended up was something beyond my wildest dreams, and I can’t keep it in anymore. Someone needs to know about the fruit roll-up orgy.

It was nearing eleven o’clock when me [22F] and my boyfriend Aaron [23M] finally pulled into a dark parking lot after driving through the forest that surrounds our city. The building next to us seemed innocent enough, with no obvious markers as to what it was or who it belonged to. Both of us, though, knew what we were about to get into once we went inside.

The warehouse-looking building was actually the local swinger club that we had explored for the first time a few months ago. The experience had been very fun (just a quick threesome, some casual conversation) but now we were back with a vengeance. Last time we were nervous; this time we came prepared. My purse was bulging with condoms, energy bars, and a bottle of rum. We planned to fuck until we literally dropped.

Forced into fucking my boyfriend’s best friend – my biggest fantasy [MFM] [Consensual Non-Con]

Years ago, I was working as a counselor at a summer camp for artistic teens. Of course, this meant that little old me [22F now] was stuck in the middle of a country town, sweating my ass off, while my boyfriend Aaron [23M now] enjoyed the air conditioning back home. The program lasted for three weeks, which meant three weeks of a torturous no-sex desert. Which, in turn, also meant our phone conversations started to get a little… vulgar.

One night, as I’m listening to his voice as I rub my clit under the sheets, he asks me what my biggest secret fantasy is. No censoring, no skirting around it. Just exactly what I want, what I’m dreaming about in that moment.

And, in some weird moment of horny honesty, I tell him. I want to be held down, mocked, and then raped.

Raped, I understand, is a very strong word. I much prefer “consensual non-consensuality,” because while I fantasize often about being fucked against my will, in real life, I’d have to make it absolutely clear that everything being done was stuff I had asked for. But it’s been a fantasy that I’ve hidden for years, keeping it restrained to late-night solo sessions and kinky dreams. I knew that it wasn’t my boyfriend’s thing, which he told me up front and with kindness, and I respected his opinion.

[MFM] My boyfriend and his best friend tie me up and share me all night

This is the absolutely true story about how I [22F] was tied up, tortured, spitroasted, and in total fucked four times in a row by my boyfriend and his best friend. A proper MFM that lasted all night. All of this was safe, sane, consensual, and fucking amazing. Try it sometime, folks!

It’s a Friday night in my apartment. Which means, as per usual, I’m ready to have a good time. My hair is tied up in a bun of red braids, and I’m wearing shorts and a top that barely covers my C-cup breasts and slim waist. After all, I’m relaxing at home; there’s no sense in covering up. Very casual, very revealing.

To my right is Aaron [23M], my boyfriend of five years. He is a curly-haired brunette with a thick beard and gauges in his ears. Think lumberjack, but a little more polished. He’s generally reserved, until you get him tipsy enough, in which case he’s a total deviant.

To my left is Jack [27M] , my boyfriend’s best friend. He is tall, lean, and looks a little dangerous. His smile is wide and feral, and when he laughs, it fills up the room like thunder. And if Aaron gets a little more outgoing when drunk, then Jack turns into a downright leading man.

Making my first amateur porn… With my boyfriends best friend [MF]

Quick facts. Me: 22F. Aaron: 23M. Jack: 27M. Look in my history if you want pics of what I look like ;)

Selling Aaron, my boyfriend of five years, on a good idea is all a matter of picking the right words.

“Someday, I want to make a porn video,” I said one day in passing as I’m doing dishes.

“Yeah right,” he responded. “I’m way too self conscious to ever do anything like *that.*”

See, Aaron never picked out the subtlety of how I popped the question. I never said “I want to make a porn *with you*.” (though I totally would, mind you.) I did, however, drop a little hint to let him know that I was happy to be in front of a camera, showing off my skills… A thought that popped back into his head at exactly the right place, at exactly the right time, just last night.

Long-term oxygen deprivation does wonders for a good fuck [MF] [MF] [kink]

I am, first and foremost, a small girl. I reach no higher than five foot two and weigh around 102 pounds, and my body has always been more suited to gymnastics and yoga than hardcore heavy workouts. For all intents and purposes, I am not the person you expect to find in a battle of endurance.

That is, until I met Jack.

Jack is my boyfriends best friend. From the moment we met, I had a sneaking suspicion that if given the chance, Jack would be the type to bang a girl like a psychopath. He was tall, lean, and dangerous looking at first glance; his smile had this slightly manic quality to it, a smile he used often. Over time, though, it grew to be very endearing, and the dangerous feeling passed into one of solid friendship and trust.

Over months, me [22F], my boyfriend Aaron [23M], and Jack [27M] have gotten close in more ways than one. If you want to read my first story, you can hear all about how we began to get experimental. But last night… Last night marks the night where my boyfriend and I got way more than we bargained for. Namely, that behind that friendly exterior, behind that cute little smile that he shoots us… Jack is a fucking *monster* that has shown me the meaning of fucking endurance.

My First [MFM] Threesome – With My Boyfriend and My Ex

Lucky me finally got to check another box off my list last night: my first threesome, and boy was it one HELL of a night. Lots of fucking, double blowjobs, getting eaten out, and pegging. So strap in and get ready for a ride.

Some background: me [22F] and my boyfriend [23M] have recently been deemed the “sexy swingers couple” around our group of friends. Knowledge of my sluttiness has been passed from guy to guy, and us joking about it constantly probably doesn’t help my reputation much… Not like I want it to, honestly. We’ve become pretty comfortable with the idea of bringing someone into the bedroom, and we spent a lot of time looking for “the one.”

One person that came under our flirty radar was Anthony. Anthony was my ex-boyfriend from high school. We had dated before we even knew how to have sex, really, and after the breakup, we didn’t see each other for five years. Then, one night when hanging out at a high school friend’s house, bam. He walks right in.

[Group] One girl, four guys, and a deck of cards… [Exhibition]

I am always the first person at any party to suggest strip poker. Maybe this makes me a huge slut simply by rule. I don’t care. I will always be excited at the thought of taking my clothes off in public, especially when I know that everyone watching will enjoy it, too. I’m a 22 year old, slim figured woman with dark hair and perky breasts. So really, what’s the harm in a little fun, showing off what I’ve got?

What’s really disappointing, though, is how often people say no. Usually, it’s my female friends; I’ve never had a single one be okay with the idea, no matter how much they’ve drunk or how much I beg with them to start a game. So I’m often forced to stay fully clothed, sulking over what could have been a very interesting night.

This night, though, was different.

I’m at a New Years party. My boyfriend, Aaron, is sitting behind me, drunk as a skunk on the couch. His best friend / my on-again-off-again fuckbuddy, Jack, is equally buzzed beside me. My only female friend there, Jill, is passed out nearby on a futon. And her roommate and his best friend, Anthony and Jared, are both downing whisky on the other side of the room. All in all, a fairly suggestible crowd.

Three hours with a belt around my neck… [MFM] [Bondage]

It’s a Friday night. It’s me (22F), my boyfriend Aaron (23M), and his best friend Jack (27M). We are, as usual, sitting in my new apartment, enjoying some Sailor Jerry’s and Netflix. We are tipsy and excited to finally have just the three of us in the same room; we’ve spent a lot of time with other friends lately, so the trio-only night had been a long time coming.

At this point, all three of us had grown pretty close as friends. “Very” close. A few months back, I’d treated Jack to a few blowjobs, one really good fuck, and a lot of teasing. It started out as requests from my boyfriend, who really gets off to the thought of me with other men. But I warmed up to the idea very, very quickly.

Though no more sex had happened at the request of both Jack and Aaron since then (“so no one feels left out”) we had never stopped being flirtatious. A particular memory was us at New Years, where Jack thoroughly beat me at a game of strip poker. Naked, I made sure to pose a bit, just to remind him of what he could still be having. He kept gloating about how he’d beaten me, “put me in my place.” Really, I should’ve seen the writing on the wall about what would eventually happen.