Author: TerriblyEasy

Finally got one of those broken arm blowjobs I’ve been hearing so much about [F20s/M20s] [handjob] [blowjob] [just met] [beach]

I don’t know much, but one thing I know is, going to the beach fucking sucks when you’ve got a broken arm. I would’ve stayed home entirely, but I’ve been cooped up in my house so much lately, I’m craving any sort of activity, even an activity that sucks, given the circumstances.

My buddy George is here, swimming, the asshole, and this guy he knows, Paul, is with him. Paul’s girlfriend is out on the waves, boogie-boarding, and her friends, who I don’t know at all, are off doing whatever, while I sit here holding down this blanket we’ve set out in front of the tent with all our food in it.

It’s a nice fucking day with beautiful fucking weather and a pleasant fucking seabreeze and I’m just sitting here, watching people fly kites and throw frisbees and bury each other in the sand, nobody to keep me company but a bag of chips.

I’m trying to stay positive — really, I am — and not feel sorry for myself, but it’s difficult. I’ve put my swimsuit on, just out of camaraderie, but my cast hangs heavy on my arm.

“You’re George’s friend, right?” Read more »

[F19]riends vacationing in santa monica… [M30]

Leon was a bull of a man, big and tall, with a big and tall cock, too. He drilled his fat dick into Sally while his heavy balls ricocheted off her ass. He squatted over the petite blond girl, holding her ankles in place beside her ears, fucking her down onto the pool towel laid out on the flagstones.

Bella watched as her friend’s pussy stretched open as it was dominated by Leon’s dick. She reached out to squeeze his balls, eager to help. She was in awe of his power, the strength with which he fucked her friend. Sally whimpered in a way that Bella recognized, and she reached out to tease her friend’s pucker, her thumb running in circles. Sally groaned as her ass started to spasm.

“Fuck, girl,” Leon grunted, “You cumming again?”

Best friends Sally and Bella had met him not even an hour ago, when they were setting out on the balcony of the apartment they’d rented for their vacation. They were wanting to bask in the sun and rest up before another evening out at the clubs. Read more »

My girlfriend’s older sister is less domesticated than she appears [MF]

“What are their names again?”

Jennifer grins behind her oversized sunglasses, looking relaxed as she drives us out of the city, steering the car down the winding forest highway. She’s got on a wicker hat and breezy sundress and, I can’t see it at the moment but I know it’s there, a sexy lace thong that shows off her fantastic ass. “My sister’s Alexa,” she starts.

“Yeah.”

“Her husband is Robert.”

“Ok.”

“But he’s not coming this weekend, he’s on a work trip. And her boys are Abe, twelve, Jacob, ten, Reuben, seven, and Asher, five.”

I rub my face with my hand. “I’m not expected to remember all that, am I?”

“Relax,” she says, squeezing my knee, “You’ll do fine. My sister’s chill, like me. You’ll love her.”

“We’re not sharing a room with any of them, are we?”

Jennifer laughs. “No.” Then she adds, “We are sharing a bathroom with the kids, though.”

“What?!”

“Don’t be a baby about it.”

But I am. I am a baby about it. I like my showers long and uninterrupted. Read more »

guys are bad at catching hints, and she’s tired of being subtle [MF] [young love]

Brooklyn eyes herself in her bedroom mirror, making sure her nipples poke through the thin pink t-shirt, that her red hair spills just-so down over her shoulders. She bites her lip and meditates on the basic white panties she has on. She decides to remove them. She replaces them with tight gray shorts, pulling them up taut, and is pleased to see how they hug her legs and cling to the shape of her puffy pussy, letting its outline show through.

She sucks in a breath, her heat rising at the thought of what she’s about to do, and exhales slowly, cools herself off. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?” she says to the mirror. The pretty girl there glows and smiles back.

“Perfect,” they say in unison.

She leaves her room, tiptoes down the dark hallway, heads towards the flickering lights.

“You guys are still up?” she says, knowing perfectly well that they were.

“Yeah,” says Sam, her brother, “So?” He’s distracted, eyes fixed to the screen where a bright blue video game sportscar zips through a loose interpretation of Tokyo.

“Hey, Chris,” Brooklyn says, hovering behind the couch. She feigns interest in their game. Read more »

It’s fun watching my friends fuck [F FM] [mast]

“Who’s that?” the boy nods at me. He’s tall, athletic, in some sports tanktop and cap, and holding a case of beer and a pizza.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” Shayla says, “That’s Melissa. She’s cool, in that writing program with me. Water’s out at her place, I said she could crash here tonight.”

I’m splayed out on Shayla’s couch in a daze. I’d just shared a spliff with her, a ‘thank you’ for the temporary housing, and that pizza was smelling awfully good. “Yo,” I wave.

Shayla brushes a stack of magazines off the shiny black coffee table, makes room to set the pizza out. The boy heads past us and into the kitchen. “Cedric’s my boyfriend,” she says, grabbing a slice.

“He’s hot,” I say.

An ear-to-ear grin spreads over her face. “I know, right!?” Shayla’s the type who probably always gets hot guys, though. She’s tall and trim and busty and blonde and pretty, and even in baggy sweats like now, there’s an allure to her that undeniable. And I’m not even into girls.

“This place stinks with weed, you know,” Cedric calls out, popping open a beer. Read more »

The curious incident during the Spirit Squad practice session [18MF+] [accidental sex]

Helen, high school senior, on the cusp of graduation, and the Templeton High School Spirit Squad Captain, surveys her team. Six squad members plus herself, none cool enough to be cheerleaders, musical enough for marching band, or coordinated enough for field sports. But they are here, they are eager, and they are her team. And that is what matters.

“You’ve done good,” she says, pacing before them, “Waving flags and carrying banners and dancing.” They are in uniform, form-fitting leotard body suits, black with blue stripes and white stars. “We are a small team, but we are mighty, and the school sees that.” She stops, turns, heads the opposite direction.

“Which is why,” she continues, “We have been given the special opportunity to lead school spirit at next week’s assembly.” She lets that sink in, hears the murmurs of excitement. “I know!” she grins, eyes sparkling, “Us! Not the Cheerleaders or the Pep team or the Band. Spirit Squad!”

“So what are we going to do?” says Mia, her best friend since second grade and unofficial Spirit Squad second in command, “They’ve already seen our ‘Everybody Wants to Rule the World’ routine, and that’s the best we’ve got!” Mia is a quiet girl, a redhead, who always earns straight A’s. Read more »

/r/sexystories was banned

Not sure if this is the correct place for this — but just as FYI to the community /r/sexystories was just banned by reddit for being “unmoderated”

I don’t know if this is the final end of that subreddit or not, but i’ll be sad to see it go.

Some discipline issues with my step-daughter… [Mf]

I pull up at the apartment and I’m angry before I even park. I stomp up the steps and key open the bolt and fling open her front door.

“Britney!” I demand, “I know you’re here. The car I bought you is in the parking lot.”

She scampers out from the kitchen, still in her pajamas. “Daddy! Is that you? What are you doing here? Is something wrong?” Her tone is innocent and cute, as if that would work on me.

“Don’t ‘daddy’ me,” I say, “You only ever call me that when you’re trying to get away with something.”

“But I’m not–” she starts, giving me the puppy dog eyes, “I haven’t done anything wrong, Daddy– uh, Bill.”

There are twin shadows on her chest, points where her nipples jut out against the fabric of her thin shirt. I shake my head. “And dressed like that? Your mother would have a conniption fit.”

“These are just my pajamas!” she says, looking down, pulling on her low-wasted flannel pants.

“I know,” I say, “That’s the problem.” Read more »

Girls just can’t resist massive dick [mf]

I climb the ladder into the attic. It’s hot and dusty, and I make my way through the aging furniture. Audrey’s on the futon couch, and I plop down next to her. She shoots me a sneer of disgust. “What are you doing here, Richard? Go away.”

“Hey, c’mon,” I say, “I’m just trying to say hello.”

She rolls her eyes. “Just… go fuck off, ok?”

Whether it’s because I’m oblivious or stubborn, I don’t know, but I don’t let her get to me. “You don’t gotta be that way, Audrey,” I sigh. “We’re both here, and I know you don’t like me, but I don’t want to spend the next two weeks just fucking off by myself, ok?”

“Gross,” she says, “If you think I’m touching your dork ass, you’re dreaming. Leave, Richard.”

“Touch?” I say, “What? I’m just trying to be friendly.”

Despite my playing innocent, I am totally horny for Audrey. It’s because she’s cute as fuck. A pretty little face with a nose ring and big, expressive eyes, made even bigger by the dark eyeliner she draws on. Her blond hair is cropped short, her toned frame in nothing more than a pink bikini top and pink skirt, and her sexy little navel lies between the two on her flat belly. “Richard, you’re a creep,” she says, “You’re staring at my tits.” Read more »

The first time I ever got a handjob was from a woman twice my age [mF]

Someone is whining. “Charlotte! Someone will see you!”

“Chill, Robbie. There’s nobody out here.” Laughing. “And anyway, let em look. You should show me off a little, you know.”

Then footsteps from the guy — Robbie, I guess. “At least put on a robe,” he says, “All of creation can see your… you know.”

“You’re no fun, you know that?” Shuffling sounds, then a sigh. “Bye baby, love you.”

I’m overhearing this conversation from through the sliding glass door to the balcony. It leaves me to imagine what this scantily clad woman looks like. And I can imagine quite a bit. Of course my daydreams don’t sate me, they only amplify my need to see, my need to know what this babe actually looks like.

So even though I’m only in my pajama shorts, I walk outside and lean over the railing, looking down the row of identical balconies spread out before me. I try to look casual, like I just happened to be glancing her way.

It doesn’t work at all. The woman, Charlotte was what he called her, turns out to be in the very next cabin over, and she’s looking right at me. “You heard that, huh?” Read more »