[MF] Giving her first orgasm

I was 22 and heading in to my senior year of college. I spent the summer working at the beach, enjoying it all.

One of the cashiers from my store was throwing a party one Thursday night, before her parents came down on Friday. She was very cute, but too young for me, being only 17. But, I had nothing to do, and she begged me to buy beer.

My friends and I showed-up with some beer, hung-out for an hour or two. A friend of the cashier was super cute, and chatting me up. She had turned 18 last week, and you could tell she was trying to act “older”. Her make-up was a little heavy, and was dressed in a revealing v-neck and cut-off jean shorts. If she didn’t seem so young & cute, it could have come off as a whorish outfit. We made plans to meet-up that weekend, and my friends and I went to the bar.

As we were getting out after last call, the friend texted me to come back to the party. Most of the “kids” had fallen asleep or paired off, but she had been drinking Red Bull all night.

[MF] Sunrise sex

Two summers ago, my wife and I attended a wedding that took place over a long weekend at a lake side resort. There were a number of little cabins on the lake, and my wife and I grabbed a nice easterly facing place.

The night before the wedding was a beach side BBQ party, and we enjoyed ourselves very much with dancing, drinking, and a little quickie under the deck of the closest cabin.

Throughout the night, we talked about dragging our mattress on the deck to watch the sunrise in the morning.

Fast forward to the next morning, and we both woke-up very confused. We were on an air-mattress (we had no clue where that came from) on the deck. When I sat up to look around, I realized we were sleeping under some sleeping bags (again, not ours), and that I was naked. Upon looking under the sleeping bag, I could see wife was naked as well, and there was an obvious cum stain on the sheet. A smell of my fingers confirmed it: we had sex last night.

[MF] I can’t remember the last time I wore a condom

I had to travel for work last week, and got home late Thursday night. My wife and I planned on doing a “family funday” on Friday, so no alarms were set for the morning.

I was woken up to her curling up to me, and then a hand in my boxers, gently stroking my dick. I was intrigued, but tired. I rolled over to simply spoon her, commenting I was sleepy.

When my arm went around her, I was shocked to find her shirtless, with her beautiful nipples hard from the cool hair. My mouth went right to the nearest, and she moaned.

Suspecting she was naked, my hand under the covers felt her small patch of hair, and a very wet pussy.

“I missed you,” she purred. I slid a finger in, and then rubbed her clit, as I continued to suck on her nipples.

I found the right rhythm, her hips bucked, and her pussy went from wet to dripping. My hand was soaked, and there was a growing wet spot on the sheet. Finally, she came, grabbing her her tits and sighing heavily.

[MF] Hangover sex

I’m not sure what it is about being hungover, but it makes me incredibly horny. All I need in life is to nut, drink a Gatorade, and eat a breakfast sandwich. Not sure if this is “gonewild”, but it’s a great example of just fucking because you’re body demands it.

One Sunday morning, as I lay in a hotel bed next to my wife after a friend’s wedding the night before, I couldn’t help but want to fuck her. I got out of bed to brush the fur off my tongue, and then got naked before crawling in to bed.

I spooned against her and started to cuddle, but my hand traveled down her body to squeeze her ass, then rub her pussy over her panties. She stirred a bit, and slid her top leg forward, allowing me more access.

“Hangover horny?”, she asked. This is was a regular thing after a night of drinking. I either had to fuck her, or jerk off.

Never lifting her head. Her hand reached behind her to find I was already naked and getting hard. She lazily stroked my cock while I slid her panties aside and started rubbing her pussy lips. They began to get wet.

[MF] Mourning sex

After college, a close friend hit a rough patch, and ended up committing suicide.

As one of the high school friends that stayed local, I had to contact everyone in our circle. I also hosted most people for the nights they were in town. The whole thing is a blur of airport trips, heavy drinking, the funereal, and a crazy party to celebrate his life.

Most people left the day after the services, or spent a day with their families. Only Sara stayed an extra night at my house, before her flight home.

We had been in high school band together, and then fooled around a few times over school breaks, but never slept together. Being exhausted from the past 3 days, we just stayed on the couch to watch movies. Pizza and wine were the menu of the night.

About halfway through our second bottle, we started to have the emotional conversations about our friend. She felt bad about not being around, and maybe she could have helped. I comforted her.

[MF] My first “older” woman

A few months after I “became a man”, I was home from college for Christmas Break. I was working for a property management company owned by a friend’s father, and assigned to a project at an old mill building that had been renovated in to condos. The management company had reached a deal with a local ISP to be the provider for the building, and now were running CAT-5 to all the condo units. (Late 90s)

I was in one unit, covered in dust and sweat, installing the box in the wall when the owner started asking about computers. She never had one at home, and figured she should get one since she has Internet.

Being a computer guy, I was happy to answer her questions. It soon became obvious she didn’t have a clue, and she finally asked if I would go to the store with her, to make sure she didn’t get scammed, and she would pay me for the help. No problem, I figured. We decided to meet Saturday at the local big box store.

[MF] Pretty sure we were watched

The first year of my first job, I managed to make it to the “President’s Circle”. The top performing employees from each department were taken on a trip to the Dominican Republic, with a guest.

My girlfriend was finishing up grad school, but I convinced her to blow of a few days and join me.

It was an all-inclusive, and we spent a lot of time in the bedroom, fucking like horny 20-somethings.

One night, there was a big awards dinner, and we were having a great time. I think the wait staff was under orders to never let a wine glass go empty. My girlfriend, being petite, started to feel tipsy by dinner. She was drunk by dessert, and the after-dinner cocktails didn’t hurt.

Standing at the bar, with her in front of me, she started reaching behind her to rub my crotch. She was turn around to kiss, and I had to stop it from becoming a sloppy make-out in front of my co-workers. But, I was also feel drunk and horny, and decided to duck out early.

On the walk from the main building to ours, we decided to walk on the sand, and passed a hammock.

[FMF] Getting a tag team BJ

One summer during college I decided to live in a garage apartment on the beach with a few friends, and ended up working at a local pizza/sub shop.

We were a block away from our work, 4 people on 3 beds and a couch. Partying every night, hanging at the beach, and have a blast.

At the store, all the cashiers were female. My friends and I were 21-22, and most of these girls were 14-17, but there were two our age. Brittany and Kathy.

Kathy was a little chubby, looked like she had acne issues when she was younger, but had huge tits and a warm smile. Brittany was 6’1″, pretty heavy, but super funny.

They would often hang out at our apartment with us. Brittany was pretty obvious about having a thing for me, but I never wanted to fuck a co-worker, especially when the summer was all about random hook-ups. It could get messy.

Kathy, on the other hand, had a thing for big black guys. Or maybe they had it for her. Either way, she was all about the BBC.

[MF] Fulfilling her rape fantasy

(**Disclosure:** We had arranged this night ahead of time, so she knew it would be me. We had a safe word in place, as well as a list of strict “don’ts”. This had been discussed for weeks ahead of time, as I was very unsure of it, but she insisted… and then let me do anal for the first time, as a thank-you.)

I sat in my car, watching her bring in groceries. It was a warm evening, and she left the front door open, allowing the air to flow through the screen door.

She was wearing maroon scrubs, and I started getting hard thinking about what color her bra and panties looked like underneath. Maybe the warm weather and long day made a wet spot in her crotch.

The light went on in her bedroom window, and then the bathroom window next to it. I turned off my car and walked across the parking lot, into her condo, and closed the door behind me. As I slowly climbed the stairs, I heard the shower running.

[MF] Words and hands of encouragement from a stranger

The only thing better than being rich is having a rich friend. A few years ago, my rich friend invited me to his family’s lake house for a 4th of July weekend.

This place was on a island in the middle of the lake, with 3 other houses, and could only be accessed by boat. There was one long dock, where all the residents slipped their boats, and then a small road that connected the front doors of the houses, with a big cul-de-sac in the middle.

When I say “lake house”, I mean “mansion”. I know we were sleeping 12 people in our house, and everyone had a bed (the couples doubled-up). Indoor & outdoor kitchens, infinity hot tub, etc.

The first few days of the weekend were us just day drinking, sleeping, eating, boating, repeat. We had stocked the house with supplies, and could call a service to ferry more food & booze to us. Since all the girls in our group were with the boyfriends/wives, I wasn’t expecting a hook-up.

On the night of the 4th, it turns out that all the residents throw a “block party” in the cul-de-sac, each rich family trying to out-do each other. Pig roasts, champagne bars, etc. It was crazy.