Lisa, Vicky’s friend. [M/F]

1.

Lisa and Vicky were neighbours. But more than that they were friends. They told each other everything. Lisa the more experienced of the two, would tell Vicky about her escapades with the opposite sex and Vicky confided in Lisa regarding her fantasies.

One Saturday Lisa went round to Vicky’s as she did. Mr Dealhime or Tim, had just finished a set of push ups. He sat up to attention on the chime of the doorbell. Opening the door he stood there just starring. There Lisa stood. She sported a light pink crop top with a skirt that stopped just above the knee.

” Hey Mr Dealhime, is Vicky in?”. She said in her usual cute way.

” Sure” Tim said gesturing her in.

She made her way to Vicky’s room. Tim stole a look up her skirt. Ever since the separation from his wife he had a new found appreciation for Lisa.

Vicky’s room had all the usual particulars a teenager’s room had. Lisa paced around while Vicky sat on the bed.

They spoke about various subjects until they got to the serious stuff.

Naoko

I wrote her name, **Naoko**, against the double-sided panel of my window and watched the rain through the letters where my fingers once were. I have imagined tracing the same letters, in a a calligraphy only I know, on her skin. How I long to be with her – to lay my hands against her soft shoulders, to press my eager fingers against the balls of her feet, to love each toe so gently.

*~ And all this devotion was rushing over me // And the questions I have for a sinner like me // But the arms of the ocean deliver me ~*

I sway, whilst listening to a track that made me think of her, how I’d love to wrap myself around her, our foreheads touching, as we sink into the freezing cold Pacific. But all I have is this cup of coffee, where she runs in circles, circles, circles.

**xxxxx**

I heard her pull over the drive way.

*Thwop. Blam. Jingle-Jangle.*

Wet, soggy steps softly approached our cabin’s door. Three knocks – I swung it open, and there she was, cold, drenched, shivering.

The inexperienced youth and the urinating mother

It was typical for me to walk alone in the woods. I hadn’t much better things to do than watch porn and play computer games. I wasn’t particular bad looking. But there was a mental barrier to talk to girls. It was typical for me to keep my hands in my pockets, but I would rather have them on a girl’s ass. I didn’t take the usual trail. I didn’t like running into other people. Especially those that I repeatedly saw. It was slightly embarrassing, as if they thought I didn’t have anything better to do, which I didn’t.
Behind me came someone running. I heard it now by her breathing it was a girl. Among the scent of sweat I imagined the scent of her pussy. I saw her wide ass and slim waist. Her blonde ponytail swinging back and forth. It was a shame I didn’t get to see her face. It must have been cute as hell. But that ass though. If I only I could stick my dick between her buttocks and push it right in. I got really horny somehow. So horny I decided to find a place to masturbate.
I went deeper into the woods and found some thick bushes by a stream. The pictures of that running girl still fresh in my mind. I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants. I wrapped my hand around my dick and stroked myself. I smiled. This was one of my only enjoyments in life. I heard some sticks break. I flinched. I quickly pulled up my pants. A woman… in her early forties at least. I calmed down. She hadn’t noticed me. Those breasts and Christ those hips. Even juicier than the girl I had just seen. She smiled, relieved sort of, and her dimples, incredibly cute. What the hell is she doing? She unbuttoned her pants and unveiled her bush and pink slit. I started jerking off again, as hard as I could. It got even hotter when she squatted. Those hips looked even bigger. Some strands of her hair were behind her eyes. If only I could see your sweet little eyes. The perfect cumshot. She stopped peeing suddenly and pulled up her pants. Her eyes darted straight at me. I jumped, pulled up my pants and then got the hell out of there.
I didn’t feel embarrassed. My life was already embarrassing already, just two more eyes to avoid in the future. I followed the trail back home. Bummed that I didn’t get to finish. I can take a shower and jerk off there, imagining her beautiful hips and pink vagina, and the stream of urine trickling by. It was hot as hell. I was daydreaming again, so much that I bumped into a woman in the next intersection. “Did you finish?”
Of course it was her, the urinating woman. “Uh… with what?” I swallowed hard at the end. I tried my hardest not to sound like a nerve wreck.
Surprisingly, she smiled. “What you did in the bushes.”
“Uh, I didn’t do anything.”
“Okay, do you want to do something then?”
“Do what?”
“How about you finish inside of me instead of in the bushes?”
My eyes widened in surprise. “Where?”
“We can go back to the stream.”
We started walking back. “Let me touch it for a second.” She slipped her hand inside my pants. I got rock hard. She touched and felt all the way from the root to the glans. She made sure to pull down the foreskin up and down as well. “You are well above average. Let’s go quicker.”
I couldn’t find any words. “Uhm… your husband?”
“I went through a divorce one year ago and haven’t slept with someone since, so even if I’m a mother of three… I promise you it will be tight.”
It turned me one even more and I quickened my pace.
We got there by the stream, left by ourselves. I still couldn’t believe it. It was as if it were all a dream. “Can… can I touch you?”
“Of course.” I went straight for her breasts. I squeezed them as hard as I could. This was real, mature breasts that been filled with milk not once but trice. “Do you like them?”
“Yeah.”
She took off her sweater and unbuttoned her bra. I squeezed her again while she unbuttoned her pants. This was the first time I’d ever gotten my hands on a pair of breasts. They were softer than fluffy bread. She had unbuttoned my pants. I didn’t even notice till I felt the wind on my thigh. “You are quick.”
“Well, I have more than twenty years of experience when it comes to this.” She got a hold of my dick and kissed me. The first time I’d ever tasted lips. They were sweeter than strawberries. She extended her tongue and played around in my mouth. I whirled my tongue around hers, first a bit timidly and then a lot more. She spread her legs and started rubbing her clit on my thigh. I was melting in her arms. I wondered how those lips would feel like on my dick. “Can you suck me?”
She went on her knees. She spat on my dick and rubbed it in with both of her hands. She got close with her tongue, playing around with the tip and breathing close to my glans. She opened her mouth wide. She held her right hand on the lower part of the shaft while having the upper part in her mouth. She stroked and teased the glans with her tongue. I pushed her head closer toward me. I was a few strokes away from exploding in her mouth. She let my dick slip out of her mouth. She lay down and beckoned me with her finger. I dropped to my knees and crawled up between her legs. I pushed the hair up so I could see her beautiful vagina. I licked it once. The taste made my chest warm. It was the greatest thing I’d ever laid my tongue on. I kept licking and tasting her, enjoying every inch of her vagina. I stuck my finger in by curiosity, rubbing my finger on her upper wall. She breathed harder when I did that, her chest rising and sinking. I then sucked her clitoris. She now pushed her vagina closer to my face and made some hot moaning sounds. I had to finish inside of her. I couldn’t take this any longer. I got on top of her. My dick slid right inside of her. She wrapped her legs around me, clenching me harder as farther in I went. “You can go deeper.”
I went all the way. This warmth. This euphoria. It was completely foreign to me, but I was dying to get more. We breathed harder simultaneously. She got her hands around my back and pushed my body closer to hers. Her hard nipples rubbed against mine. It kept getting warmer. The heat made me fuck her harder and harder. I finally had to let go. It felt like an explosion and there I filled her vagina with my cum. She then squirted all over my chest. “Wow.” I enjoyed every drop of her fluids on me.
“You know how to please a woman,” she said and breathed out. I just leaned back. She couldn’t even tell I was a virgin… well not any longer. We got up and helped each other get dressed. She gave me her phone number and told me I was welcome to her home anytime I wanted. I grinned. “Later this day?”
She hugged me and kissed my lips again. “Yes, anytime you want.”
I was about to melt in her arms. “I will see you then.”
We both went home with smiles on our faces.
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A Change of Colours [MM]

Bass was vibrating through my whole body as I slowly went down the concrete stairs. My head still felt heavy from heartbreak and daytime drinking. After spending days in a small dark flat and crying out my eyes between periods of depression naps it was almost as if I wasn’t used to standing up straight. Six years of relationship went down the drain as my mind slowly dripped into the gutter. Finally after two weeks a friend had finally broken through the thick haze around my eyes, thrown me into a shower, dressed me up and led me to a local club. The music would cure me he said.
And it worked. After drinking myself into a mood the beats had managed to hijack my body and I felt at home between the hot grinding bodies. Just as I caught myself enjoying the whole messy bun of meat and feelings I felt a hand on my behind. Quickly watching around if my friend or one of his accomplices was playing a trick on me I noticed no familiar faces. Was it maybe a girl? No, they knew how terrible it was to be groped on the dance floor. Or was someone taking revenge on men? Confused I turned completely around and the hand disappeared unseen. No one was paying attention to me, all caught up in their dancing. Only some nerdy, scrawny looking dude was looking up, gave me a confused or maybe shy smile but quickly concentrated back on his friends. He didn’t look like he was the type to feel up some men.

I need help answering a question!

Is it moral to write erotica with characters 16-18 years old?
Things before you answer:
-It is legal to write erotica with underage characters, even at uncomfortable ages.
-The character I intend to put in the piece is 16 years old.
-I believe the age of consent can reasonably be 16, and it is in Massachusetts where I live.
-I am 18, and feel comfortable enough having sex with a consenting 16 year old, as I feel the age gap is close enough that I feel that way.
-NO PEDOS! No saying “BuT ShOtAcOn iS FiNE,” like, I think the lowest the age of consent should be is 15, and even then, only in close-in-age exceptions.

-Please only give your opinions! All non-pedo opinions are valid! It is legal in the US!

A wife’s Bargain (FM) part 2

There was nothing more to say really. Though my heart quaked just thinking of hearing my husbands voice while kneeling In front of my bosses thick white cock I found myself immediately reaching for my phone.

“Good bitch” he whispered as he continued to squirt the oil generously over my exposed bosom. “Your husband deserved to get fired Sarah. He was a worthless piece of shit if I’m being honest but you’ve done such an amazing job giving me two good reasons I should reconsider”

He said as he roughly tugged on my nipples. Running a hand through my hair as he spoke. I grit my teeth through it all. It’s funny how even though I let him treat me like this, I still felt a desire to object to his remarks. Wanting to tell him he’s wrong…but deep down I felt his words to be true. And that made it even better in the worst ways.

“Just shut up and make the call.” I rolled my eyes trying to seek annoyed. I heard a chuckle as he took it. Taking his time to find the contact as I was left waiting.
On my knees, back straight, hands cupping my now oiled up tits.

I [F]orgot my blinds were open pt 2

[Continuing off from my last post](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oozbhc/i_forgot_my_blinds_were_open/) I felt absolutely humiliated at what had happened. Jeff was a creep but now I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Over the next week I tried to get it out of my mind, it was the first time someone watched me like that and it was him. The one guy I didn’t want to ever see anything more than me in a bikini. I sunbathed from time to time sure, but I don’t even know if he got a picture of me like that.

It didn’t help that he and my dad fought over the dumbest shit. Fixing the fence, mowing the front, there’s even a tree on our side of the fence but he fights about it “blocking the sun” and wants it cut down. He won that case and now had a direct view to my room from whatever his was. Both of our homes were two story, he lived alone.

So here I was, trying find any way to do anything to get off without thinking of him jacking off in the window, that fat, hairy belly wiggling with his hand movement, the balding man pretty much drooling over my 19 year old body.

The Look

Our eyes catch again and we both nervously look away. Since I started working at the grocery store in the back, I always felt this tension between us. We’re both shy and socially awkward…the thought of saying something to each other terrified both of us. But there was always this look we gave each other. There was no smile, no flirting, no talking, there was just…the look.

I spent my time mostly in the back of the store away from customers. Me and several others were in charge of handling deliveries and dealt with around 3000 items each shift. She was in the same section but she dealt with her own stuff and so she would always keep to herself. Sometimes she would nervously make her way into my direction to throw trash away in the bin that was next to me. And it was always at that point that I didn’t know where to look. I had to remind myself how to breathe. How to walk. How to do any basic human function when she came near me. My heart pounded anytime she moved towards me as I panicked inside my own head, like she was a beautiful goddess descending from the heavens.

Tearing the Dress

She had always hated the dress. Which was a shame, because, god damn did she look good in it. It was a great little thing. Silver sequins, a plunging neckline, and a hem that was too short for a nice restaurant, but just the right short for going to a club with the girls or her man. Flirty sexy, but not dirty.

She admired herself in the mirror, it matched her blond hair nicely, hugged her slim frame in just the right ways to show off her curves. But fuck, she hated this dress.

It wasn’t the dresses fault of course. It wasn’t a dirty slutty dress, but wearing it made her feel dirty. Feel used. Feel worthless. Made her think of him, the asshole. The day he had bought it for her, despite her protests, despite how much it cost and how little they could afford it.

She didn’t understand then, but she does now, that he hadn’t bought it for her. He hadn’t wanted her to feel pretty, like he had said. He had bought it for him, to have something to look at, to have something to show off. But the something was her. A thing. A trophy. A maid. A whore. That was all he had ever seen in her.

Getting Out and About [MF] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Straight Sex]

I just got out of court. My divorce of fourteen years was over. I should have known something was up, but I worked too much to notice the small things. My son had chosen to stay with his cheating mother. I am sure he had something to do with it.

He, being my neighbour. He nearly triples what I made financially; it took both of us working to keep our house in a nice neighbourhood. I worked two full-time jobs and was still barely staying afloat. Now she was with him and wouldn’t have to work another day.

In the divorce settlement, they had let me keep the house. Why wouldn’t they? I thought as I opened the door to my now-vacant home. He sold his house and bought a new one a few streets down so that my son could go to the same school.

“Fifty-three!” I shook my head as I poured myself another drink.

The sight of them fucking on my bed as I came home was still drilled into my head.

A smile crept over my face as I sipped on my drink. I remembered telling a coworker about the situation.