We were camping. On the drive up to your favorite spot I couldn’t keep my hands to myself. I ran my hand up and down your leg, over the bulge in your pants, up and down your chest and across your shoulders. You kept shifting in the drivers seat. I asked if everything was ok and you said you were just anxious to get there. You said we would have to make a pit stop for a few more supplies before getting to the camp site. I leaned over and whispered in your ear “you can’t get out of the truck like that”. I felt you moan softly and that’s all it took, I leaned down and freed that amazing thick cock from your jeans. I licked around the ridge of the head and moaned as I took all of you in my mouth. I gagged a bit as you hit the back of my throat but I didn’t care. I needed to please you. I bobbed up and down faster, gagging again as I held down on you. As I came up gasping for air you moaned “you can’t make a mess, I have to make another stop”. I looked up at you and smiled “I’ll clean up my mess” I winked and went back to sucking. It wasn’t long before you were shooting stream after stream of cum in my mouth. I sucked every drop from you then licked up and down your cock to make sure I got everything. I tucked you back into your jeans and kissed your cheek as we pulled into the parking lot of the general store. We ran in and got the last few supplies then headed up to the camp site. We set up the tent and got ready to make dinner. As you were cooking I set up the air mattress and blankets in the bed of the truck. Once we were done eating we laid together in the back of the truck stargazing and sharing stories. Your fingers brushed over my nipples as you kissed my neck. “Fuck me” I gasped. “Was that an exclamation or a request?” You chuckled already pulling off my shirt. I straddled you and pulled off your shirt then undid my bra. My tits fell free and your hands and mouth were immediately all over them. I undid my pants and wiggled out of them so I was on you completely naked. You rolled us over so you were on top of me and you kissed down my body. You jumped out of the bed of the truck and pulled me to you so you could eat me. You devoured me as if you hadn’t eaten in days. My moans and gasps filled the campsite. After my second orgasm I begged “please”. You got back in the back and took your jeans and boxer briefs off. You slid inside me and fucked me slowly at first, building speed as my breathing increased. I cried out your name as I came around you. You commanded me to get on all fours. I did and I felt your cock against my tight asshole. You slowly pushed in reveling in my gasps and moans. Once you were in you started so slowly at first pulling almost all the way out and slowly pushing all the way in. Before long you were pounding my ass, our campsite now filled with the sounds of both of our moans and your hand occasionally smacking my ass. I screamed as I came again. You pulled out of me and flipped me over cuming all over my face and tits. I licked you clean then licked as much of you off my face and tits as I could. You helped me clean up the wrapped us in the blankets and we fell asleep tangled up together.
Category: eroticliterature
After the sword fight (part 3 the end) (cuckold, bi, MF, MMF, MM, Pegging)
You don’t need to read the other two for this story to work but you may like them. This is the end of the series.
[Part one](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ku2pl1/sword_fight_mfmmf_bi_cuckold/)
[part two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/l01pez/after_the_sword_fight_part_2_mf_mmf_bi_cuckold/)
For the last week, my girlfriend Alissa has been blowing my roommate Kevin anytime he asked for it. They had an agreement they wouldn’t have sex without my consent and me being present. It felt like my life was spiraling out of control and I was losing her and myself.
Both times I was involved I was humiliated, made to suck cock and took him in my ass. I hated it. But I was jerking off more than I ever have. I couldn’t stop thinking about taking cock.
Alissa came over early one afternoon. She was wearing short mesh shorts and a tiny white tshirt that showed her flat and bare midriff and her underboob was very close to showing. She had a full b cup with perky tits, her short hair was up with some clips and wore her librarian glasses. It looked like an outfit she should wear to bed and not around town, but whatever. She was my girlfriend, kind of.
[MF] Summer Trip – Dan and Lara Part 2
*Sorry for such a long time for this next part, have been incredibly busy with university work and I didn’t like the way I progressed the story in my drafts, so I scrapped it all, hope you like this one. Read Lara surprises me on my birthday (part 1 to this story) if you haven’t already, it’s in my profile. <3. Planning on maybe a couple more parts to this story. Make sure to upvote if that’s something you are interested in!*
I hadn’t lost myself in the arms of another like this before. I still remember her legs wrapped around me waist, pushing me in deeper. The gentle coos she made, confirming she was just as into this as I was. She was my first, and with how sexy it was, I wanted her to be my second, and third, and fourth, forever. I told you I was falling in love. The movie may as well not have been there., I certainly wasn’t paying attention to it. Neither was Lara, staring me down with a devilish grin on her face. Her arms drifted to and from my seat, giving me gentle touches and then taking her hand away quickly before anyone noticed. While I was thankful for taking the fact we were in public into account, what I didn’t appreciate was how much she teased me, keeping me aroused just long enough to keep that fuzziness in my mind, then returning me back to reality and repeat. I was going to have to get her back, badly. I knew that at the very least, but I didn’t see an opportunity.
Mom Massages Son After Practice – [MF][M/S][incest][mom son][mommy][massage]
This is a work of fiction, a fantasy. Author and all characters are 18+. This is written for an adult audience. It is incest themed. If such themes offend you, it may not be the story for you.
Feedback is always appreciated. Let me know what you think.
Enjoy! x
–
Neil returned home from football practice. Exhausted, mucky and sweaty after training on a hot summer day, he dragged his gear and slowly made his way upstairs to hop in the shower.
His Mom, Kate, was in the kitchen preparing dinner and made her way to the hallway to greet him before he was out of sight. She was wearing a white tank top it was sheer as you could see her black bra underneath. It was a top that complemented any woman’s large bust and inviting cleavage. She also wore slim-fitting blue jeans that complemented her firm round ass and long legs
“Hi Neil. How was training?” She asked with a smile on her face, as always when she greeted her son. She lifted her hair back. It was black and her bright blue eyes kept looking at him.
A Precum Poem (F+M)
I love the way he smears precum over my mouth to bait me for more.
He makes long, deliberate strokes as if his cockhead were a paintbrush.
I relish that slime, as I lick my lips clean.
He’s got more for me.
He’s got me gagging for that next fix of iridescent goo.
Mmmm, when I eat it I feel sublime –
Powerful even.
I wear it like a badge of honor,
on my tits, my face,
my cunt with a deep ache for
what’s overdue.
He’s never heard the word no leaving this
mouth –
shaped in a permanent pout.
I get what I want.
But he likes when I beg.
No love stories for me,
I just love to give head.
Hotel Hotwife [cuckold shared M+F]
They were traveling. It was the perfect time to try. Doesn’t work out they could stop, forget it. They’d separate in the bar, he’d keep her safe, gave her a key-card. Downed a few Dutch courage and then separately.
She fumbles the key-card in the door, giggling as the lever drops and the heavy door flys open. He men take in the surroundings but follow her lead. “you talked your way up boys, now what?” She says, arms out. She’s a picture in the window light, cheeks and neck a little colored by liquor, eyes glint with mischief.
They quickly disrobe her, the tallest man kissing her neck from behind, arms out as they attend her. Once naked the youngest man, olive skinned and deeply muscled hugs her torso, nuzzling her pink taught nipple as the others pile their clothes off, erections bobbing. Her slender body is dwarfed by his thick arms, biceps bulge. The third man, kneels behind her, rough hands on pale slender hips, his teeth gently nip her buttock. His hands lower, her feet move apart and he kneads the tight firm pale globes eliciting her giggles. She leans into his face.
Regrets [hotwife MF]
Alone in her room she struggled to get the foil off the tube. Since Gerald had passed she’d given up the house and now she was here with these ‘old’ people, some actually younger than her. A state of mind, grasping life not just existing.
Gerald swept her to the alter in 1970, naive 20, virgin and opened her eyes. Maybe it was the ‘pill’ but they thought they’d discovered sex. Started a thirst for revelation that her husband could sense.
Cheryl smiled remembering that look on Gerald’s face, the heavy member easing her open. The bliss. It wasn’t Gerald’s cock this time.
“What we discussed earlier, this is John” she thrilled at the memory. The images may have paled but the feelings still sent tingles to her fanny. Her husband tenderly took her hand and placed it in John’s, like establishing their ritual.
John immediately began to remove his clothes as agreed, gingerly nudged his dick, willing it to life self consciously. “Let me” Cheryl came closer, eyeing a nodding Gerald.
Engorging in her hand she stroked the heavy testicles, the second penis she’d seen. Longer than Gerald, not as thick. She involuntarily licked her lips.
What do you remember? [MMF]
You asked me what I remember of the other night. I remember a lot, but not everything. I remember little snippets, vignettes, but not what order they happened in or what happened between them.
I remember a happy drunken night with you and your boyfriend, like many nights before it, but somehow different, the atmosphere for some reason electric.
I remember telling your boyfriend that I’d blow him if he let me fuck you and it somehow seeming like the most natural and normal thing in the world, a logical continuation of whatever we had been talking about, but I don’t remember what we had been talking about.
I remember him nervously fretting with his fly, and how salty his dick tasted. I remember he scarcely knew what to do with himself. I remember seeing you out of the corner of my eye, so turned on you could barely resist touching yourself, your skin somehow visibly rippling with arousal even through your clothes.
I remember pulling out and telling him to do to my throat what I was about to do to his girlfriend’s cunt, and how that awoke the animal in him. How he grabbed me by the hair and facefucked me through my splutters, finally half withdrawing as he came to make sure I could taste his thick load.
Demon Queened – Chapter 2, Part 2 [Fiction] [Gender Bender] [F/F] [Succubus] [Fallen Angel] [No actual smut in this chapter, I’m afraid]
“Abigail?” called a voice. “Is that you?”
“M-Mom?!” Abigail called back. Her cheeks had grown pale, and her eyes were wide as dinner plates. “Wh-what are you doing up this early?”
“Oh, I had a late night at the brothel, dear,” the voice replied. “I was planning to make myself something to eat and head to bed, actually. But what are you doing here? Don’t you have work, today? You didn’t get fired, did you, dear?” The owner of the voice came into view with that question, stepping out of what I assumed to be the kitchen and peering curiously at us. She had long, wavy brown hair cascading down to her waist and pitch black eyes. She was well endowed, much more so than Abigail, with breasts you could bury your face in. Probably a D-36, about, if I had to guess? Her ass was pretty big, too, more than big enough to fill the average person’s palms. She was wearing a backless red halter top, and a black skirt. She looked to be in her late twenties, or maybe early thirties, but judging by her conversation with Abigail I doubted that either was actually the case. Judging by the black leathery wings that stretched out behind her, she was a lesser succubus like Abigail. That meant her lifespan was almost as long as… Well, mine, I supposed.
Demon Queened – Chapter 2, Part 1 [Fiction] [Gender Bender] [F/F] [Succubus] [Fallen Angel] [No actual smut in this chapter, I’m afraid]
“…I can’t believe it,” Abigail whispered. True to her words, my maid’s eyes were filled with disbelief as she stared at me. Her mouth opened again, and then closed as if she couldn’t quite figure out what to say. Her hand reached out toward me, and I thought for a moment that she would prod me to see if I were real, but then she seemed to think better of it . “I really can’t believe it,” she repeated, shaking her head back and forth.
“…Don’t you think you’re being a touch rude?” I demanded, exasperated. “I do not see the need to stare at me with such shock just because I got up a bit early.”
“You *never* get up without being woken, first, your highness,” Abigail pointed out, narrowing her eyes at me. “And you certainly never dress yourself. Where did you even find those clothes?”
“Do you not like them?” I peered down at myself, not entirely sure what the complaint was. My blouse was solid black, with long sleeves and a stiff collar. My skirt was red, and ended just past my knees. I was wearing a pair of white knee high stockings as well, meaning that the vast majority of my skin was covered. Not exactly my normal M.O., but that was rather the point. I was a brand new person, thanks to regaining memories of my past life, and I saw today as my official debut.