Author: thisismythrowawaysn

The Summer of Sin [MF] [20M][18F]

Thos starts a little slow, but gets a little kinkier as it goes on…

We’d been dating a long time… Online. We met on MySpace, back when that was a thing. She lived a few states away, but we would text constantly. Everything from life to love to lust. I was smitten with her. She was my on-again/off-again long distance internet girlfriend for a long time before we ever met in person.

I was 20 years old. She just turned 18 a couple months prior. I bought a plane ticket from her city to mine. This girl I’d known only online for all this time would finally be in my arms. I had never been more nervous in my life. When I saw her, it was surreal. She kissed me, and it had a little suction on it to hold me in place. She hugged me tight, and lovingly. We fit together in our hug so perfectly. Our connection was undeniable. Read more »

A blowjob from a stranger at a friend’s wedding [MF]

I walked over to the corner of the yard, the area reserved for smokers. It was a shady corner, by the fence, shaded by some pine trees, about 50 yards away from the rest of the wedding reception. I’d always been a fan of the more “relaxed” wedding atmosphere. Nice day, out in the sun, everyone is dressed in summer casual wear and eating grilled food… It’s a good vibe! I sparked a Marlboro and took out my phone, since there was nobody to chat with while I smoked.

A moment later, I hear a voice.

“Hey, can I get a smoke from you?” a sweet voice asked.

I look up, and see in front of me a pretty white girl. Dark blonde wavy hair just above her shoulders, light makeup on a cute face with big brown eyes. She’s wearing a blue and black summer dress, cut just above her knees and showing the tiniest hint of cleavage above her clearly large breasts. She was a thick lass, but in a very suiting way. Almost like that “thick milf” look but on a 25ish year old frame. Read more »

The thick teen neighbor girl… With my wife! [MFF]

We’d always made remarks about the neighbor girl. She was cute, bubbly, a little bit chubby, and usually in a good mood. At first, my wife would make little comments about her looks when we would cross her path.
“Oh, she looks cute today.”
“What a sweet girl.”
As time went on, however, ever so slowly, wife turned up the heat on her comments. She admitted to having a bit of a crush on the neighbor girl. She would say things like
“You know, that neighbor girl doesn’t have a very big ass, but has great tits.”
“The neighbor girl, she’s got a nice thick figure. I bet she would be nice to squeeze on.”
As this progressed, it eventually got more heated. Wife would give me hand jobs while whispering in my ear about how hot the neighbor girl was. She would describe her to me while she massaged my cock and balls. Tell me about her perfect, youthful skin. Smooth, always slightly tanned, wrapped tightly around her thick young 19 year old body. Wife would tell me how hot it would be for her to watch me fuck her sexy Asian mouth. Rub my big hard white cock, that she loved so much against this young girls plump lips and tongue. We saved an album on my phone of her sexiest Instagram pictures to look at while wife jerked me off. Occasionally, when we were having sex, she would tell me to imagine it was the neighbor girl I was fucking. She told me to fuck her the way I would fuck the neighbor girl. I would pound my wife as hard as I could. I thought about the neighbor girl’s tight young college body, her big round tits and dark little nipples. I thought about her long, silky smooth, dark brown hair and how good it would feel to pull it while I fucked her from behind. I would imagine her sexy thick body jiggling while I held her down, on her back. Her tits bouncing. It always gave me such a good orgasm to fantasize about her with wife. Read more »

The big butt hottie from the diner [MF] (long)

The hostess lead me to my seat, a small 2 person “date booth” with a single seat on either side, positioned just slightly out of the way of the rest of the diner between a doorway to the outside seating area and the pathway to the restrooms to my rear. Last night’s shift was brutal; 12 overtime hours in the factory with temperatures climbing over 110 degrees as I clocked out. I didn’t envy the day shift, as I knew it would be even hotter for them as the day carried on. I sunk into my seat, the old leather groaning and aging springs of the bench creaking and squeaking as I sunk in and stared blankly at my table. My brain power was at its minimum. My body felt weak. My stomach craved something, anything to fill it. A glance at my phone said it was now 11:28am; my last meal was at 3:15 this morning. Why was I continuing to work this hellish job? They don’t care about me there. I’m replaceable. The pay isn’t bad, but-

My thought was interrupted by a voice. I break from my trance and look up from the stained table to see my waitress. As more of a habit than an actual question, I blurt out a confused “huh… What?” Read more »