He was alone. He needed to get this revision done before his exam next period, but then, Max heard a large commotion coming from reception. His interest piqued, he decided to investigate. He walked, speedily, yet steadily through the corridors. There were so many. He made turn after turn after turn, before seeing some other students scramble past each other to race to reception. “What’s going on?”, he shouted. Unfortunately, it was for nought. The other students were out of earshot. Max’s only option was to investigate alone. “Fine.”, he though to himself, “Good, I work better alone anyway.”. He finally made it to the crowd. An overwhelming clamour blistered his ears, yet on he strove. He reached the circumference of the crowd and began to bustle his way to the centre. Thoughts and scenarios raced through his mind, like bullets flying across a battlefield, he just hoped one would hit him. Nonetheless, he reached the centre. What he saw was truly disturbing. A body. A dead body. Blood and brains were splattered over the floor. The cause of death was a bullet to the head, that much was clear. However, Max had a feeling. A concern deep inside of him that something much larger was afoot here. He began to recreate the scene, clasping at carefully calculated conclusions, yet none stuck. His mind transfixed on the scene, this was the focus he had been craving. Suddenly, he felt something brush against the back of his hand. It was skin. Smooth, soft skin that sent tingles throughout his entire body, his entire body. Then, his hand was grasped. It was a tight grip, not rough, but tight. It was the same silky smooth skin. Before he could turn around to investigate, the hand began to pull. It lead him seemingly effortlessly through the crowd that now parted for the woman in control of the hand. The woman sped up, leading Max faster and faster through the commotion. Finally, they broke free and emerged from the myriad of shouts and screams. Having slipped away, Max recognised this woman. How could he not? Her flawless skin, perfect cheeks, mesmerising eyes. This was Sophie. “Soph! What’s going on?”, he exclaimed, trying to make sense of what was happening. She didn’t respond. Max found himself swept up in her hand’s pull. He slowly began to recognise his surroundings, this was H wing. Suddenly, the hand stopped leading him. Instead, it smoothly spun him around and thrust him against the wall under the staircase. Sophie threw herself at him, pressing her groin into his. His nose met her supple lips. Her hands covered her body. That was short-lived however because he then gently placed his hands on her hips and spun her around, shoving her violently, yet passionately against the cool, smooth wall. His hands seemed to operate independently from him. They raised themselves to her neck and his lips soon followed. His fingers soon drifted down to her breasts. They were larger than he had thought. He cupped them, she let out a soft moan. She could feel his penis pressing into her vagina through their clothes and allowed her gentle fingers to descend to his crotch. He reached behind her to unclog her bra. “Need help?”, whispered Sophie. Clearly not, he grabbed the strap and pulled, tearing the fabric and exposing her shoulders. He took the bra and threw it across the room, allowing her light-brown nipples to breathe. Max clasped her buttocks firmly and lifted her, allowing him to caress her now-exposed breasts with his nose. His lips touched her left nipple. He groaned, she moaned. Sophie unzipped his fly pulled out his cock. It was resplendent. She slowly and seductively pulled her short skirt down. It slid over her ass, exposing her pink underwear. She slipped her thumb underneath her panties and pulled them to the floor. Her clothes now at her ankles, she took hold of his penis. She lifted it slightly, grazing her inner thigh ever-so-softly, before caressing her labia with his now sopping-wet tip. He released her tits and began to massage her clitoris. “Put it in”, she beckoned sensually. He obeyed, thrusting his crotch towards hers. Penetration. Her arms flew back and were pressed flat against the wall. She thrust her chest forward. His cock felt… warm inside of her, it was an alien feeling for both of them, but a welcome one, to say the least. He clasped her buttocks once again, getting his penis as far deep into her as possible. It seemed there was no limit. The harder he pushed and pulled, the louder she moaned. “Fuck me!” she screamed. He said nothing, just let their pelvises grind, as her pussy wettened. What was once a passionate embrace now became a furious love-making experience. The thrusting became more intense, a massive tension built, in and out, in and out, “do it!”, “harder!”, she screamed at the top of her lungs, she wasn’t sure she could take anymore, the pleasure was becoming too extreme…
Category: eroticliterature
Classroom Fuck-Circus Part 2: At the Movies [Free-use][Mind Control][Public Humilation][Anal]
On the last Saturday of Spring Break, I invited myself and Hanna over to Ellie’s house. While it wasn’t unusual for me to be visiting, given our relationship status, it was the first time I brought my friend Hanna with me. To celebrate the occasion, we laid down on the bed and out our legs in the air. Ellie appeased us with slobbering rimjobs.
Two weeks ago, I had used a subliminal messaging device to convert my entire writing class into an orgy. Intending to ride out the delights until I went to college, I had continued tinkering with the effects. The device had converted Ellie from an athletic but timid ginger girl into a perfect sexual attack dog. I hadn’t used the device on Hanna after our first session, seemingly awakening her own free use desires, but after her locker room blowbang she started a trend of tattooing the names of every person she had sex with onto her body.
A list of fifteen names had already been transcribed onto her asscheeks. Ellie parted her butt and dove into her rectum with her tongue, worming her way around the ring. Hanna squirmed, massaging her nipples and looking at me. Her tongue preoccupied, Ellie rapidly stroked my hard cock.
She Comes Home Drunk And Uses Me Like Never Before [FM]
**Sorry for the repost! I originally wrote this collection of stories with plans to leave them on reddit for my wife to stumble on when she’s doing her nightly reading, but I got cold feet after a few days and deleted them ?
She eventually read them and turns out she really likes them and wants them posted, so I’m back. Hope y’all don’t mind the reposts ❤️
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I wake up feeling your breath on the back of my neck, your bare nipples running down my back as you kiss your way towards the waistline of my boxers. I can smell the whiskey on your breath, can hear you quietly moaning to yourself, uncontrollable sounds that only come out when you’re drunk. What time is it? I’d fallen asleep before you got home from drinks with your friends, not-so-secretly hoping you would come home to take advantage of me like this. It always happens this way…. Sometimes midnight, sometimes 2am just after the bars have closed, sometimes 4am. Where do you go those nights after the bar closes? Who do you spend those two hours with? Who is it that has you jumping on top of me the moment you walk through the door, your panties already soaking wet, hair a mess?
Mrs. Paayasam Chronicles: Facing Mr. President – [MF][office][creampie][dirty talk]
The President of the board tried to keep calm and collected; he had heard rumors of certain employees giving and receiving sex for favors in the company, but he never expected, he never believed one of the members of the legal team would participate into it…
What was more surprising was that it was her, one of the most experienced and trusted lawyers. Fuck! They had consulted with her the implications of having a scandal in that matter: employees benefitting from sex to climb the ranks. What would he do, now that he knew?
“Mrs. Paayasam” he struggled to keep his voice firm and professional, as the defendant was in front of him. “You are accused of serious charges: using your body to get special treatment in the company, tarnishing the good spirit of this company by inciting your superiors at different levels to sleep with your for benefits, being an anal whore in a respectable company… How do you plead?”
Paayasam, already on her knees, opened her mouth: “Not guilty, sir; if you let me explain…”. Her pleading eyes meet the president’s and he felt his blood boil.
[FM+] [inc] CHRIST’S CUNT – The story of a woman’s busy and adventuresome sex life from teens to the present as narrated by her second husband.
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She started in her teens with an older brother who satisfied her curiosity about why she got those feelings between her legs. He was quite experienced
and quickly taught her the potential her pussy had for pleasure but also the delicious feelings of good foreplay and oral sex as well.
After a year or so of fucking at every opportunity and developing her erotic skills, another older brother, and then her younger one, found out and joined in on the fun. Christi learned to focus on appreciating whichever man she was having sex with at the moment. The differences in their kisses, caresses, and fucking styles made it all the more interesting. Because of the easy access to three males, she experimented with multiple partners both serially and simultaneously. While that was very stimulating, she preferred one-on-one as more satisfying.
Room 222, Part Two [M/F] Teachers and students and a good time.
Jack was walking so fast through the school’s seemingly endless, virtually identical hallways that he might as well have been jogging, giving himself what he would later describe as the best workout he’d ever had.
He was drawing some curious looks from the people he passed to be sure and a handful of them had dared to ask him why he was in such a rush, but he just brushed them off, breathlessly commenting that he was running late. It was enough to satisfy most of them, considering they weren’t really all that interested anyway.
Even if they had wanted to ask him some more questions however, the Principal did not pause and was gone before they could have even tried, sending people darting out of his way to avoid being run over.
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As she ever so slowly came back to her senses, Abby started to grow more and more aware of all that cum that was running down her legs and dripping off her butt.
The Bartender
They’d gotten into a fight … again.
As Jax got into her white, ‘74 Corvette, the tears were drying on her face. She looked in the rear view mirror. Split lip, smudged makeup, but otherwise fine. She touched up her makeup and sped away.
She was angry. She was tired of her life being like this. She needed to be out of her cage.
The dance club downtown was her favorite, but she hadn’t been in ages. She thought about calling friends to go with her, but she didn’t want to try to make polite conversation. Didn’t want to have to pretend. She just wanted to make herself feel good. She pulled into a spot and tucked her keys into her tiny purse.
Checking her reflection in the windows, barely illuminated by the streetlights, she adjusted her ample cleavage so it looked as beautiful as it felt and fluffed her long, Auburn waves. Her tight shirt and pants fit her beautifully, her faux leather jacket accenting her curves. Her high heels were pinching her feet but if she switched to flats she felt like the overall look would be too casual.
Room 222, Part One – [M/F] Teachers and students and a good time.
It was an autumn afternoon and the wind had a brisk bite as it blew across the steadily emptying parking lot of William Jefferson Clinton High School.
Gretchen Ames did not feel the chill however, despite the fact that the cheerleader’s uniform she was wearing was so very brief. The passionate, hungry kisses being pressed to her lips alone would have probably been enough to fight off the cold – certainly, they were igniting quite a fire in the eighteen year old senior – but her boyfriend was also crushing her between his car and himself and she found that his big, muscular body worked well as a windbreak. Nineteen year old Tommy Halpern, the star running back of his school’s football team, wasn’t feeling the cold either though, just the slender young body he was leaning into, the open mouth beneath his, and the firm breast he was holding onto so firmly.
The girl broke the kiss at last to come up for some air, enjoying the feel of something very big and rock hard against her hip. Her guy may not have been the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he was strong, he was popular, and he was hung.
Just friends?
1.
Practice if finally over!
It’s so hot !
Must be over a hundred degrees out hear.
And I have a game tonight as well.
I can feel sweat dripping from my head, down my
Brows and into my eyes.
I desperately need to hydrate and rest .
Unfortunately, I still have a long walk ahead of me before I
Reach my Uncles house.
• Uncle Bernie offered my parents to let me stay with him while
I attended university.
I’m pretty lucky I.’, attending a good school on a soccer
Scholarship and free rent.
I still need a job though.
I really need a car.
Vitinho! Vitinho!
I hear a voice shouting my name out.
I turned around to find Bruna waving her arm and gracefully
Making her way towards me.
She was still in her soccer uniform as well.
Her skin glistened shiny small beads of sweat .
She smiled as she pulled her golden blonde locks into a
Loose ponytail.
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