The Mont Clair School for Girls part two [free use] [light fdom] [oral] [FM]

Harriette pushed me to my knees. I could smell sex in the room and would’ve been hard if I hadn’t just shot deep into Clarisse. Harriette knew, but she was determined to make me regret having cum in her roommate. She (so I heard) only used the boys when I was one of them, and would otherwise see Laura or force Clarisse to eat her out. She put a hand on the back of my head, pulling me between her legs, and I started eating her out.

“You only got to cum in the salutatorian’s hairy cunt because I told her you’re good” she taunted.

I wanted to shoot back some quip about the field hockey team being all lesbians anyways, but I remembered the contract we signed and what the headmistress might do to me if I wasn’t subservient with the girls. My tongue made slow letters on Harriette’s clit while two fingers massaged her rough g-spot. She loved my fingering and I knew I’d outlast her taunts. She leaned back to sit on her desk, on leg still up on the chair, and I continued to lap up the musky wetness between her labia, below the wide brown landing strip that she usually covered with a pair of black pantyhose ripped open at the crotch.

The Mont Clair School for Girls [free use] [light fdom] [creampie] [FM] [FFM]

The Mont Clair prep for girls would bring a few of us over each weekend to “take care” of the girls. We’d be put up in their dormitories, one of us to each floor, and all we had to do was whatever the girls had asked.

It was the first time I’d been called on to do the duty that term, and I was quite surprised when the first request of the day came from Clarisse. The expected salutatorian and captain of field hockey came in and wordlessly took me by the hand.
She led me back to her room and quickly stripped me down to just boxers. Her roommate, Harriette, was unperturbedly doing her French homework.

“Clarise I didn’t know you ever used us when we were here. Last term Steve told me you were disgusted with the whole idea”

“I lost my v-card over Christmas. Now shut up and get on the bed, they don’t send you boys over here to chat”

“She’s just pissy because she bombed French, and I told her your nice big cock would make her feel better” Harriette giggled

I laughed a little. Harriette ALWAYS made me work hard for her.

A boy and his toy [m] [anal] [mast]

It feels so good.

The cool, bulbous tip gently spreads my tight hole. A moan slides out, involuntary but deep and loud.

Riding this glass dildo is my favorite thing, the only orgasm to leave me quaking and twitching since the first time I had sex without a condom, unloading my full heavy balls in thick endless spurts into my girlfriend’s white-hot hairy pussy and watching it form streams of sexual magma that flowed down between her lips and my thick cock under her wide blonde landing strip.

So I suppose you could say I like anal, which is a recent discovery.

I bought the plug first and quickly got bored, so I replaced it with a dildo with a slightly narrower tip and 8” of gently curved length. Cool blue spirals, slightly raised, start below the much wider tip and run down the length of the shaft over the clear center.

I rode her for the first time and shook with joy but couldn’t cum.

The second time I rode her for 25 minutes before I ejaculated. The orgasm was insane, almost not tied to the act of shooting cum, deep within me and in my cock and in my balls and in my twitching bumhole.

Almost ca[m]e handsfree in the grocery store

This happened a few days ago.

Recently, I bought a fairly large glass plug. I was playing with it on a weekday afternoon. It had been a few days since I’d had sex (GF and I had both been really busy), so I was VERY turned on. I thought I might shoot my load just feeling the width of that plug stretching me open and the big rounded tip slide over my g-spot.

So, the plug was in. I was just edging and playing and fucking myself with it for a while.
Anyways, my roommate came home a little earlier than I expected, so I quickly cleaned up my room a bit and got dressed, leaving this girthy plug deep in my ass.

I went into the kitchen and we small-talked for a little bit. When I heard him come in I had been worried he’d somehow know what I was doing, but it was obvious he had no idea.
So, at this point I feel like having something to drink (I was kind of tired from my masturbation, even though I didn’t cum) and it occurs to me that we don’t have anything in the fridge. There’s water, sure, but idk, I need electrolytes. Juice or something.

MF – A Hate-Fuck Fantasy [MF] [Anal] [Fsub] [Mdom] [Huml] [Rough] [Dirty Talk]

She’s in my class and I absolutely can’t stand her, an hour and a half each day of the week in the same room is unbearable. Her commentary is generally piss-poor, her grammar and pronunciation are an atrocity against the language (our class isn’t in English), and every time she opens her mouth I cringe and brace for a stream of contrived drivel that in the end she usually has to repeat in English (making it more intelligible but no more intelligent) because of her poor grasp of the language and lack of the needed prerequisites and determination for our class.

But, the thing is, I have this fantasy. She doesn’t have a good body either, but my current partner is rail-thin and there’s something about this lush, phat ass that I can see straining against her jeans, the way she wears her platform heeled boots, that stirs me.

At the nude beach parts III and IV – MFm

(There’s not as much action here as in parts I and III. IV will be VERY action-based, though, no buildup nor denouement, a true one-handed read.)

Glistening in the sun the evidence of our sweat release mingled, the thick whiteness of my forceful release cooling to the temperature of her sweat, her wetness mingling with the traces of lube between her thighs. We were still locked together, her left hand wrapped around my now-limp potence, my hand gently toying the entrance of her ass, a non-comital tease. I don’t know how long we would have stayed locked like that, but Geoff broke the silence.

“Right, we ought to clean up. You made quite a mess of her Ian.”

I stared to speak but he stopped me.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that. We just might all feel a little better if we clean up.”

Hot Sun, Warm Cum, and Cool Sand – Part IV (Final) – [Straight] [Fm]

(Part IV. Last Part. I finished it with the orgasm, since a lot of denouement is out of place in this sub. There are more Ian, Tess, and Geoff stories I could write, so if they’re well-received and I do another I’ll start with a few words about the end of this one. As always, let me know what you think, or what you’d like to hear more/less of.)

We were alone, just Tess and I in the small clearing. Soft grass sprung up between our toes as we stood naked in nature. Her demand, ‘tell me what you want’ hung in my mind. I set the bum lube (the hot pink label proclaimed it ‘sASSy’) and the extra-thin, large latex durexes (durexii?) into the crook of a tree. I turned around, looking at Tess’s slender stomach, soft rosé rose nipples, and the gleaming piercing coddled between the lips of her sex.

She looked at me expectantly. “Well?”

“Stay there.” I took the two steps forward and pushed her against the tree, spreading her legs slightly with my knee. Staring into her eyes I saw anticipation. My hand slid around her ass, pulling her forward until my soft tip pressed to her piercing. I slapped her ass.

Hot sun, Warm cum, and Cool sand – Part III [Straight] MFm [Exh Voy]

(There’s not as much action here as in parts I and III. IV will be VERY action-based, though, no buildup nor denouement, a true one-handed read.)

Glistening in the sun the evidence of our sweat release mingled, the thick whiteness of my forceful release cooling to the temperature of her sweat, her wetness mingling with the traces of lube between her thighs. We were still locked together, her left hand wrapped around my now-limp potence, my hand gently toying the entrance of her ass, a non-comital tease. I don’t know how long we would have stayed locked like that, but Geoff broke the silence.

“Right, we ought to clean up. You made quite a mess of her Ian.”

I stared to speak but he stopped me.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that. We just might all feel a little better if we clean up.”

Coerced curiosity – Part I [mm] [Gay anal reluctant cum]

(This is the first time I’ve ever written a gay scene. Any comments/criticisms would be welcome. It’s set in the showers of a dorm building.)

I was in the shower, just trying to wash off the hiking grime. I had hoped that the Friday night drinking would get rid of my lust for her, but it didn’t, nor did the hangover, nor did the all-day hike, nor would whatever nonsense drinking was to come. Maybe it was time for something that would at least it the edge off – masturbation. So, hot water running over me I took it in hand and began to tease myself, getting half-hard. I was getting inattentive, caught up in the sensations (it had been over a week…) when one of other guys from our floor, D, came in. He obviously knew what had been happening (the showers were little, not-so-private stalls, like a locker room) and I felt myself shrink under his gaze. He got in to the shower next to me, letting his towel drop and expose him just before. We had all wondered about him, bringing home strange men late at night and always being a little over-friendly with us….

MFm – Exhibitionistic mutual masturbation at the nude beach

(Originally written in two parts)

Part I

(A mostly-true story, one or two things changed to make it read better. I’m bi, this was a straight encounter. Part 1)

It was a hot June afternoon. I was walking along the nude beach to meet Them, so nervous I wasn’t sure I would be able to get my cock hard. We met online, both of us cruising the want ads for sexy nude beach friends. We only spoke a little, and unsure what to expect my nerves were running away. I was electrified with anxiety and anticipation when I read his text a few minutes before –“hurry up, Tess is already naked lol”. My balls pulled up tightly despite the warm breeze caressing them as I left hurried footprints in the damp sand along the shore, passing one moaning couple in an intimate embrace and then another laying face-down in the sand. I wondered if they were Them, but looking at her lusciously large ass I knew it didn’t match the picture They had sent me. I kept walking until a voice called out my name.