Hot Orgy I had… [MFMMM][bi][anal][swing]

I was staying with a couple whom I was friends with, Fred and Jill. We had some wine, and Their friends Tony and James came by and we all chilled out and drunk a few bottles of red wine.

The topic of sex came up (Fred and Jill are swingers) and Jill jokingly suggested a gangbang. Jill suggested that she & I be the ones to satisfy them sexually. They agreed that that would be fun.

As Jill got naked and began to fellate Fred, Tony, James & I got nude. Tony was uncut, muscular with a good body, a 6 1/2 inch penis, while James is just a bit overweight with a big, thick 6 inch penis. I got on all fours and James carefully smeared baby oil on my willing bottom, sliding two slippery fingers into my anal hole. Then as Fred eagerly watched whilst Jill sucked his 7 inch cock, James pushed his glans into my anal orifice, then pushed until his erect penis was embedded balls deep into my hole. It felt lovely as he entered my oiled boy pussy. Once in James fucked me deep in my anal hole cramming his penis all the way in. Meantime Tony grabbed my head and inserted his thing into my mouth. I licked him carefully, then commenced sucking Tony's erect penis, lapping up his pre-cum. Meantime my anus was expanded by James' thick uncut cock. He pushed the cheeks of my buttocks wide open and he described how good it was to see my pink anus gaping wide around his member. James despoiled my arsehole, soon building up to a good hard rhythm, pushing in his cock deep, his balls pressed against my taint, making me squeal around Tony's cock.

Merry Christmas [m][F][anal][slight Fsub Mdom][oral][cumplay][milf][second person pov]

This is a Christmas present for /u/somethingsassy

Merry Christmas, Ryan. Don’t say I don’t love you. :P

edit: resubmitted because i forgot a tag


Christine stared at her monitor blankly, the time displays 12:11 am while the video player comes to an end. The cum drips down the porn star’s face as the screen fades to black. She sighed.

December 25, a Thursday and this was her magical white Christmas of 2014.

Of course her eyes then turned to the framed photo of her kids sitting on her desk. This year, they weren’t coming home. She didn’t blame them, oh no, but she can’t help but feel the jealousy raise inside her. The young ones on their parties, promised to return in the morning. What exactly was her, mother of three, jealous about? Their youthfulness? The other families celebrating together? Or perhaps it was her desperation for release. She was flustered, both from her shameful act and also from her desire to be fucked. Nothing seemed enough that night….

A Sunny Street [MF]

I can tell I'm dreaming because the day is hot and dry. Gleaming red bricks of sidewalk sail gently beneath me, but I can't feel my feet upon them as I walk. The day is bright and peaceful, and everyone around seems to feel it also.

There are shops to my right, shadowy, indistinct recesses whose signs I cannot read. From one of these, you emerge and walk almost directly into me. I halt to give you space, and you smile at me with a closed mouth, your eyes bright. It's a warm smile, mischievous. The smile of someone who knows you better than you think they do.

You turn to your right and begin gliding along the red bricks – we're going the same direction. I follow, trying to leave a decent amount of space between us, but it is difficult; your gravity keeps me tethered and I float along behind.

I'm struck by your slender shape, your relaxed grace. Your dress, open at the back, reveals just the tiniest drop of sweat on your spine. The sun kisses it.

Surprise Part 1 [MF]

You knock at my door to pick me up for our date. I peek through the peep hole to get a glimpse of you straightening your jacket and checking your breath before I open the door. I unlock and open it up to your smile. I say, “I’m not ready yet, why don’t you come in?” You look me over, “but you have your coat and shoes on.” “Yes,” I say as I start to unbutton my coat, “but I don’t have my dress yet.” The coat opens and you see I’m wearing nothing underneath. You see my smile and your eyes follow my fingers down my body. They glide down my neck and past the smooth skin on my chest to the curve under my breast. I take a handful and give my titty a squeeze and massage it as my chest rises from my inhalation. Then my hand keeps moving down, past my flat stomach and down to the little triangle between my legs.

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Down by the River [MF] [Str8]

We’ve been walking for hours, but it seems like minutes because everything is so easy with you. We are down by the river walking along the path and it is starting to get dark. I take your hand and pull you off the path and start to kiss you. You press me up against the pillar of the bridge and I put my hands around your neck. Someone walks by and I say “wait,” but you say “let them look.” They can’t see us well in the dusk anyways. Your hands go behind my back and you grab my hips bringing them closer to you. Then you run your hands up my back to unhook the clasp of my bra. Once it is out of the way your hands come around find my firm breasts, my nipples are hard from the cold air. You pinch them and pull them and I take a sharp breath in. I can feel the wetness on the lips of my pussy. While you continue to kiss me you unbutton and unzip and your hand slides into my panties. You smile when you feel how wet you made me, how excited I am just by your tongue and a few pinches. You start to gently rub my clit with your finger and it glides easily around as it gets covered in my cum. My breath gets faster and you can feel the heat from my escalation on your fingers. You slide your hand further and put a finger in my pussy. It’s warm and slick and your finger easily moves in and out. I open my eyes for a second and see a man walking by looking at us, squinting to see what is going on in the shadows, but I don’t tell you because I don’t want you to stop. You put another finger in and can feel the tightness growing around them. You put them deeper and move them faster, in and out until my head is thrown back and my legs are shaking from weakness. I whisper “yes, yes” and you know I’m at my climax. You slow your rhythm and stroke my clit with your thumb while the heat is throbbing on your fingers. Once I have calmed you take your fingers out and put them in my mouth as I eagerly suck on the proof of the orgasm you gave me. While I suck on them I start to unbuckle your belt, unzip your pants, and pull your already hard cock out. With one last lick of your fingers I go to my knees and put my mouth around the tip. I slowly swirl my tongue around and around as the throbbing blood in your cock makes it nod to greet my tongue. I put my lips around it and slowly move down while one hand grabs your balls. I take one in my hand then the other, squeezing gently and moving them back and forth. My other hand is on your shaft stroking it in rhythm with my mouth. I go down further and further until only my finger and thumb form a ring on the base of your dick and I can feel it hit the back of my throat. I move my lips all the way back to the tip, then move them all the way down again while my fingers constrict at the base. All the way out then all the way in, slowly at first then faster and faster until you are moving with my motion. I put my hand back on the base and slightly twist while moving up and down. My tongue is sliding across your head and shaft while you feel the alternating warmth of my mouth and coldness of the air. You are starting to make noise so I start to speed up, keeping a steady pace of in and out in and out while you thrust into my throat. Suddenly I feel warmth fill my mouth and you pull out leaving your pleasure in my mouth. I swallow and lightly lick the rest off the head of your cock. I don’t know if anyone saw and I don’t care. We continue our walk, heading back to my place.

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The Rebellious Stepdaughter, Part 4 [MMMf][bd][blkmail][drugs][inc][nc]

I found my old friend Jacob's number in my phone, and gave him a call. As the phone rang, I walked upstairs towards Carrie's bedroom. I stepped over the wooden shards on the floor, reminiscent of last night's fit of rage. Just as I entered, Jacob picked up the phone. A gruff voice boomed over the line, "Hey, look who it is! You fucking douchebag. How's life been since that frosty bitch cut off your balls?"

"Nice to talk to you again too, asshole" I said. "I'm actively getting my balls back, as a matter of fact. That's why I called." Jacob and his friend Cass were the two guys I ran with years ago before getting married to my wife. I took endless shit from them for being "hen-pecked" and "whipped". Once upon a time, I was a badass motherfucker. Drugs, guns, you name it. Everything changed when I met my wife. She "cleaned me up", got me sober, and now only my hidden tattoos give any hint as to my dark past. I rationalized the loss of my old persona as a fair price for the sex (in the beginning, my wife had been a sex goddess). Now that was all gone, and it was time to become an alpha again.

The Rebellious Stepdaughter, Part 3 [Mf][bd][inc][nc]

Waking up the next morning, I am at once thrilled and terrified as the memories of yesterday's events come flooding back to me. My primal brain is thrilled that I finally got to fuck the voluptuous teen siren with whom I've been sharing a roof for years. My rational brain, however, is spinning through the consequences of my actions. Carrie has friends who are going to come looking for her. Her mom is going to want to hear from her. Luckily it's summertime, so there's no school to consider. I decide that I can manage her texts and keep her mother and friends at bay for the moment. Carrie herself, though, is a more formidable problem. I have two choices: one, I could kill her and claim that she ran away, which she is just rebellious enough to do. I don't have that in me, though – I may be a rapist, but not a murderer! Option #2 is that I could do my best to break her and turn her into an obedient slave by the time her mother gets home. I don't know enough about Stockholm Syndrome and its kin to know whether a month is enough time for this to happen, but it's a better working plan than murder. Which would be a terrible waste, after all.

Garden Party[FM] (Part 3 Ending)

Jason was in ecstasy as Kate moved up and down his shaft. She treated his cock so well, kissing it ever so frequently. Waves of pleasure hit him every time she stroked his shaft with her hand, every time she teased him by biting the foreskin softly. He suddenly grabbed her hair when he knew he couldn't take it no longer. He wouldn't be out done by a woman so quickly. He pulled her up and pushed her against the wall harshly. Kate let out a loud moan, which he stifled by covering her mouth. She could feel his hot cock pressed against the fabric of her skirt and begging to fuck her pussy. He dug out her panties from his mouth and whispered "You're a dirty woman Kate". Kate's chest heaved and her nipples hurt, pressed as they were against the cold wood of the barn. Jason lowered her skirt and gave her butt cheeks a tight slap. The sound resonated in the shed. Outside the party people were still chatting, oblivious to their surroundings.

Garden Party [MF][Strangers] (Part 1)

Kate smiled listlessly at the guests. Emma, Matt,… so many boring people she thought to herself. She suddenly realised she didn't like any of them, her husband included. He gets a promotion, and he throws a dumb garden party, so typical of him. Kate looked around for someone new to talk to, someone exciting. She dressed well for the party, as she always did. A knee high skirt and a black shirt. Yes, sounds plain but Kate could pull it off. At least as much as her age could permit. She would be 46 next month and was dreading the party for her birthday. "Hello Mrs.Stone" said a voice behind Kate. She caught a whiff of the sea from behind her. A sailor? Lets hope he isn't too shy, she thought to herself before turning around. She looked straight into a pair of steely blue eyes. "Hello…" she smiled and extended her arm. The man took her arm and shook it. He was not extremely good looking. But he exuded confidence and had rough good looks. "Have we met before?" Kate asked the man, her hand still in his. "No ma'am. I'm Jason. I used to work with your husband". He finally let go of her hand. He had strong hands, and a muscular torso to go with it. Kate couldn't help thinking what she would let those hands do to her. "How come I've never met you before Jason?" slowly leading him away from the crowd and closer to the fence. "Well ma'am" … "Kate".. "Ok Kate" he smiled at her,"I've been living in England the last couple of years. I worked with your husband before that only for a few months". She nodded silently. They walked silently for a moment. What do I tell him now, Kate thought worryingly. "You don't seem very thrilled at the party Kate" said Jason, breaking the tension. "Yeah well, how can I? You have to admit it is pretty boring" she said in disgust about the party. "Yes. Yes it is. But the last five minutes have been much better" Jason gave her a knowing smile. Kate blushed. She couldn't believe she had just blushed. It had been many years since a man made her blush. But two can play at this, she thought to herself and said "Really? I wonder what it could be?". They were standing next to the fence and staring at each other. He towered above Kate's diminutive 5 foot frame. He looked down on her and said "I have a feeling the next one hour is going to be a blast" Kate didn't take her eyes of him for a second. "You're really confident about yourself" she said her breathing getting heavier. "I am. I also like confident women" Jason placed his hand on hers. Kate looked across at her husband. The asshole was too busy talking to notice. "What are you looking at? I'm right here" said Jason. His voice was so sexy, so deep that it sent shivers down her spine. Suddenly he leaned towards her and whispered in her ear "Your garden shed is a really cute looking building". He walked away into the crows leaving Kate standing there, her heart thumping. She walked to the drinks table and had two shots of vodka. She turned and made her way to her garden shed. She remembered spending time here as a newlywed, rearing new plants. It must have been at least a year since she had entered the place. Looking around and waiting for the opportune moment, she turned the door knob and entered.