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The consequences of barebacking (F30/M25) [college, impreg, alcohol, porn]

It was a warm April day at a big university in New Mexico in 1998. Three of us had each completed our PhD dissertations and we were celebrating at a bar just off campus: me (M25 and single) and two married guys.

Soon, another student whose name later turned out to be Kerri (F30) walked in and sat down. She said that her paper had also just been accepted. To be honest, none of the three of us knew her that well. She was in a different program, but what the hell. We all proceed to drink.

The married guys slowed down before they got tipsy; they’d need to drive home. I mentioned that since I lived on campus, I didn’t have that problem—but also that I didn’t drink alone. Kerri announced that she, too, lived on campus, and that she’d stick around if I wanted another round.

The guys left and it was just Kerri and me. She was shorter than me, wore glasses and little makeup, and had her hair pulled back. She also seemed to have heavy breasts. In a lot of ways she was a regular woman, but once we were alone I realized how sexual she was. Read more »

Her talented pussy (M31/F31) [MF, BBW/curvy, vanilla, cowgirl, friends]

Back when I (M31) knew her, Kathleen (F31) was a bubbly, fun-loving girl, and I’m sure she still is, twenty-plus years later. She had black hair, “big ol’ tits,” as she described them, cute legs, and a big ass. We didn’t use the term “curvy” in the sense it’s used today, and no one had ever heard of a BBW, but I think you’d say she was somewhere in the middle.

But that’s not the story for today. The story is this: of all the women I’ve made love to, Kathleen had the absolute best pussy.

We only got together once, at a friend’s house in 2001. There were six or seven people there, but from the start, she seemed to want to chat with me. After getting more than a little tipsy, Kathleen and I started making out. We’d known each other since college, but I had no idea she had any interest in me. Maybe it was the booze, or maybe I was just oblivious.

After someone teased us, yelling “get a room, you two,” we did just that, finding a guest bedroom and latching the door. We stood in the middle of the room, and I could see in her eyes that we both wanted the same thing. Read more »

Lollipop girl [M53/F37] (MF, oral, cheating)

She’s (F37) as empathetic as anyone I (M53) know. She’s also as intelligent as anyone I know. She is scientist—an expert in her field, as it turns out, and a much sought-after expert.

There’s no point in denying that she is incredibly _sexual_; men sense it. Women too. She is sexy, true. But she is also an inherently sexual being.

Once she cheated on her husband with me, and I cheated on my wife.

In the hotel room she was daddy’s good little girl for a few hours. On her knees in front of the big comfortable chair, her head between my legs. Her pretty hair in my lap.

My cock in her mouth, her tongue on my cockhead, licking and sucking and tasting it like it was forbidden candy.

She murmured and purred and I stroked her hair. She gently fondled my balls. She was not a professional scientist that afternoon. She was a sweet and submissive girl for me.

My fantasy is simple: I want that again. She enjoyed giving me the gift at least as much as I enjoyed receiving it. I need to have that again. And not with the next available willing woman. With her.

[M4F] Anonymous pee at a rest stop (F32, M53) [no touch; cum tribute]

A loooong time ago, on a road trip with my parents, I went into a stall in a rest-stop men’s room. There was literally a cinder block missing in the wall separating my stall from one in the women’s room. I got to see a woman’s pussy for the first time as she got up and wiped herself after peeing, oblivious to my gaze. This may have twisted me for life! Anyway, here’s my fantasy for today.
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You (F32) and I (M53) would meet online, and after some searching we’d find reports of a truck stop or rest area where one women’s stall could be visible from an adjacent men’s stall.

Some very busy travel day during the spring, we’d both go to this place at the same time—but,not having exchanged pictures, we wouldn’t recognize each other. We would both arrive having to pee pretty badly. You would enter the building first, heading straight to the women’s room to wait for that one stall. Read more »

Embarrassed pee girl

The two of us, both in our 40s, have had a low-key sexual vibe going on at work, so I (M) ask her (F) to go hiking on Saturday. It’s supposed to be in the 90s in the Sonoran desert. Luckily the humidity will be low, and there will be copses of trees here and there for shade.

We both take about as much water as we can comfortably carry, and as we set out I challenge her to hold her pee as long as I do.

She agrees, but wants to step into the bush, so to speak, and relieve herself to start with a clean slate. “Cover me,” she says with a wink.

I resist the temptation to watch, standing guard instead. I hear her piddling on the dry leaves, then letting go like she hasn’t pissed in a month. I start to get hard as I picture the pee gushing out of her (presumably) pretty little pussy. Once I hear her zip her shorts, I tell her it’s my turn. She gives me an evil grin as I turn around and pull out my half-erect dick, hoping she was peeking. I had to concentrate for 15 seconds before my flow started. When I was done I shook my dick a few extra times, then zipped up, and we were on our way. Read more »