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Planning an Orgy Turns into a Threesome PT 1 [mff] [mast] [oral] [facial] [creampie] [swallow] [squirt]

I moved into a new apartment a few months ago. Most of the residents were a mix of college and grad school students and young professionals. A few families. A few elderly folks. The average age was 25. The building had a FB page where people could ask questions about the building, sell stuff, etc. They ran game nights, movie nights, s’mores nights in the parking lot with a charcoal grill. They threw parties. Most residents left their doors unlocked. It was a big dorm room, essentially.

And a lot of the women were absolutely smoking hot.

I know you’re not supposed to fuck your neighbors, but these neighbors were young. Students. They’d graduate and move all over the place. I was going to find out if we could turn this building into one large, never ending orgy. I found the coolest chick I could find at the s’mores party. We had a few drinks and ended up back at my place. We fucked. I came down her throat. As we chilled on the sofa, I asked her if she’s slept around with other folks in the building.

I KNEW IT WAS WRONG [Mf] [oral] [rimjob] [mast] [swallow]

I was helping out some friends who needed an office manager for a summer camp they ran. I was supposed to sit in the office, handling paperwork. But that summer, they were a little short staffed for counselors. I’m only 23, so it didn’t seem too out of place. Anyway, most of the other counselors ranged from 18-21.

On the first day of camp, I was told there were a few more counselors who were arriving. I waited outside to greet everyone as the busses arrived. The kids rushed off the busses, ranging from 6-18. And then, I saw her. The new counselor. She was a thick blonde, wearing skin tight beige shorts, hiking boots, and a blue polo shirt. By the time she had stepped off the bus, I had undressed her with my eyes, her firm breasts, muscular thighs. She had a pink pussy, a little patch of hair trimmed into the shape of a triangle.

I walked over to her and offered to take her bag, introducing myself.

“Eric,” I said.

“Ariella,” she said. “I guess they stepped up their counseling game since last year.” Read more »

The Thing About a Pee Fetish [mf] [oral] [facial] [mast] [squirt] [piss] [golden shower] [creampie]

One day, someone is going to ask you when you developed this fetish. As with most things that shape us as adults, it began in childhood. In my case, my elementary school friend Janet and I met at the playground in our neighborhood. We were maybe eight years old and we were playing in the park for hours. At one point, when we were taking a break, sitting by the back bushes, she pulled her shorts down and just casually began urinating.

It was the first time I’d ever seen someone naked. Janet became the “If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine” friend. But the seed had been planted. I was aroused at the sight, the sound, the beautiful face of relaxation she had on her face. It followed me into adulthood.

Fast forward to age 23. I’m on a date with a woman and we’re in an Uber back to her place. She whispers in my ear that her bladder is about to EXPLODE. We run into her apartment and she cannot even bother to close the door as she hoists her dress up and thuds onto the toilet. I want to give her privacy. I really do, but I can’t. Read more »

Gym Friend on FetLife [mf] [mast] [oral] [grool] [facial] [pee]

After a half decade long vanilla sex relationship, I wanted to explore my kinkier side. I created an account with FetLife, messaging women who shared similar kinks to mine. And that’s when I saw her. Beth. Well, at least I think I saw her. Her face was blurred. She promised in her bio that she and her husband were both very good looking people, but due to their careers, they had to keep things under wraps.

But there were clues. For starters, her name was Beth and her husband’s name was Richard. One photo included a photo of their dog, a boxer, which looked oddly similar to the one on her FB page.

Beth came to my gym and there was a distinct attraction. She was stunning. Short hair. Big breasts. Muscular, but not in an aggressive sort of way. I knew she was married, which is why I never pushed the flirting, but then, there she was! On FetLife, saying she and her husband enjoyed swinging, wife swaps, threesomes, and an open marriage.

I sent her a message and said, “Boy, you sure look familiar.” Read more »

Her Fingers [f] [mast]

We like the things society tells us to like. Big tits, skinny waist, nice legs, firm ass. Beautiful face. Perfect flowing hair. Some people have fetishes. They like feet, hairy pussy, hairy armpits. But I like fingers. Because the fingers are the tools she uses when she masturbates. And so when I shake a woman’s hand, or I watch a woman wrap her hands around dumbbells at the gym, I close my eyes, even if for a second, to picture her rubbing her pussy, shoving her fingers inside of herself, licking them clean, writhing, moaning, squeezing her breasts with her other hand as she gets herself off.

I wonder why we don’t look at fingers more often. They are, after all, the one thing that has direct daily contact with her pussy, rubbing her clit, burying them inside of herself. And maybe, just maybe, as the right hand focuses on the clit, the left hand reaches underneath, between her legs, and inserts one finger inside of her asshole just as she reaches climax. She trembles, groans, gasps as she crumbles under the pleasure of an orgasm. She washes the scent of her cunt from her fingers and collapses onto the sofa in her favorite PJs, flushed, relieved, content.

I AM A HOMEWRECKER [MF] [cheat] [oral] [mast] [creampie]

Why did I mess up their marriage? Was it because I wanted to exact revenge in some childish way towards my parents for having a toxic marriage? Nope. My parents were happily married. Was it to prove a point? That no marriage is forever? Nope. I’m not bitter or out to prove a point to people. So, why did I mess up their marriage? Honestly? Because she was beautiful and I wanted to see her naked. I wanted to feel her, smell her, hear her moan, see her squirm. Simple as that.

So, I texted her and said, “Saw you outside of the Starbucks on Utah RD. Lemme know next time you’re there and we can grab a coffee.”

She responded with a distance keeping smiley face. Challenge accepted.

A few days later, I texted her to say I was at the Starbucks on Utah if she wanted to come by and join me. She responded by saying, “Maybe next time! I’m across the street getting my hair colored.”

Bingo. “I deliver,” I responded.

“Okay lol. Latte. Grande.”

“I WANT MORE.” [mmf] [mf] [piss] [puke] [oral] [anal] [mast] [creampie eating] [DP] [piss enema] [gag puke] [saliva] [swallow]

“I’ve got a date tonight,” read the incoming text from my best friend, Cassie.

“Okay,” I said. “Good luck, be safe!”

“He’s being a little weird, but I am fucking horny so I’ll ping you my location.”

“Sounds good,” I said.

A few hours later, my phone rang. It was Cassie and she was laughing and crying. Evidently, her date did not go well and she was sitting outside of his apartment building. I told her to hold tight, I’d come and get her. In the car, we sat in silence for a while. I wasn’t sure how to ask the question that I needed to ask.

“He didn’t, you know, rape me,” she finally volunteered. “I just felt pressured.”

“Well … tell me what happened.”

BEST FRIEND’S WIFE [MF] [cheat] [oral] [mast] [swallow] [grool] [guilt]

Six years ago, I was bartending when Michael and Sarah came in for drinks. At the time, they were just dating. We were all young. They ordered tons of drinks, got sloshed, and then rushed home. Before they left, Michael hugged me and said, “Let’s grab dinner soon. In the mean time, I gotta take Sarah home and fuck her brains out!” He was my best friend.

And Sarah was just stunning. It hurt to look at her. She came around the bar for a hug, but ended up planting a solid kiss right on my lips. My eyes grew wide. Was this a mistake? Had she meant to do that? Was she just drunk? I don’t know.

They married a few years later, had a kid, moved to the ‘burbs and our friendship, as a result, suffered. I rarely saw them. When I did get the chance to see Michael, he’d sit around and whine about the fact that his marriage sucked. It was all KID KID KID and then a little time to snuggle or kiss his wife, but that was about it. They were always exhausted between work and family and work and family. But it was what he wanted, and so for that, he couldn’t be happier. Read more »

ACCIDENTAL SWINGERS [mmff] [swing] [oral] [mast] [anal] [facials] [piss] [creampie] [creampie eating]

A few months ago, Valerie asked if I wanted to grab a cup of coffee after our workouts. I barely knew her, but we were friendly and so I said sure. She sported a very elegant diamond wedding ring, so I assumed she had a purpose in asking me out that would reveal itself during coffee. Instead, we just chatted for almost two hours, laughing, touching each other on the hands and legs. Finally, I just had to know.

“So, was there something you wanted to ask me or … was this just a social outing? Because it’s not a date … is it?” I asked, glancing at her ring.

“Oh,” she laughed anxiously, running her fingers over her ring. “No, no. No. I didn’t want to ask you anything. I just wanted to get to know you. I hope you didn’t think this was a date.”

“I didn’t,” I said. “I saw the ring. I just assumed there was something –”

“Nope. Just looking for new friends.”

EX-SEX PT. 2: OUR GREATEST HITS [MF] [oral] [anal] [squirt] [mast] [facial] [swallow]

“I miss the taste of your cum,” she said. “Come over.”

I looked at the text. Was this a mistake? Fucking my ex? On the other hand, I did miss her thick body, her curves, her large breasts and incredible ass. Her thick thighs, small waist. I missed her bush and wondered if she’d kept it, even after we broke up, or if she reverted back to waxing.

Surely, she’d been sleeping around. We’d been broken up long enough.

“Right now?” I texted back. I could feel my cock getting hard.

“Right now,” she responded instantly.

I grabbed my stuff, including my condoms, and hurried out of my apartment. I drove into our old neighborhood, parked on the old street where I’d parked for so many years and looked up to the apartment. By this point, my mind was racing. How would she look? Had she made any chances to her appearance? Haircut? Change of hair color? Any new tattoos? I looked up to her apartment. The bedroom light was on. I took a deep breath and opened the front door to her building and punched in the security code. The door buzzed and I entered. Read more »