Fucking Her Sister Before the Wedding [FMF]

It was a day before my wedding. My girlfriend, Anne, and I had been together forever and we’d finally decided to make it formal. We’d rented a beautiful little B&B out in the countryside and the wedding party went out a few days in advance to get everything ready. We kept the wedding party very small. My brother was my best man and Anne’s sister her maid of honor. That was everyone.

Anne and I had a huge honeymoon suite with an enormous bed and great view. After a morning getting things set up I walked in to our suit and found Anne, facing away from me, trying on an incredibly sexy white corset, with matching stockings. I recognized it as the wedding lingerie she’d bought. I snuck up behind her, cupped her breasts and pulled her close to nibble on her ear.

“Excuse me?” I looked up to see Anne glaring at me from the bathroom. I spun the woman in my arms around. It was Anne’s sister, Diana. Normally the two women hardly resembled each other at all. But the previous night Diana had dyed her hair to match Anne’s exactly. I found out later that Anne was pretty angry about it.

The 2Fs [M51] [F46] [oral] [love]

The dog heard him at the door before she did, running to greet her favorite human.

What a little traitor, she thought. Who’s home with her all day?

He walked into the kitchen, dropped his messenger bag on the floor and his keys on the counter and said “You need to either feed me or fuck me. It’s been that kind of day.”

John was always direct, which is one of the things she loved best about him.

She’d just poured pasta into a strainer in the sink and the steam and heat had flushed her cheeks and dampened her hair.

She wiped her hands on her apron and walked around the island to him.

“Why not both?” she replied. “Dinner’s not quite ready but I do have a little appetizer for you.”

He took a seat at the bar where there was already a glass of wine waiting for him.

He felt her standing between his knees, her hands on his thighs. She bent down to kiss him; she tasted of tomato sauce and garlic and wine. Just kissing her relaxed him. Her blonde hair cascading by the sides of his face, her long fingers squeezing the tops of his thighs.

Public oral, friends fucking

Slow Ryde.

Ryder.

Not nervous this time, longing. Longing to feel the thick, long cock fill her ever so deliciously. Longing to run her hands over his tight, firm muscles. Longing to cum all over him many, many times. Longing. Hoping. They were friends….but she very much wanted to fuck him again. It was a thing now.

Lydia glanced at her watch, they should arrive soon. She was on her fourth jack and ginger and slightly regretting arriving early. She sipped her drink thoughtfully, glancing around the ever filling pub. She was just thinking she should slow down, when the tone of rowdy male voices filled the air, and he walked in.

Lydia bit her lip behind the cover of her drink. This was one of her favourite parts, the long look. She doubted he knew how attractive he was. Or maybe he did, and just lacked the confidence to use it. She downed the rest of her drink and stood. Running her hands down her body, smoothing out her outfit. Simple, classic Lydia. Black skirt adorned with silver zips and chains, grey and white tie dye ish shirt with black lace overlay, long hair brushed to a shine and docs. Simple.

I hope he never finds out :)

Hii! let’s chill and make each other cum . I have a little bit of time to spare if any men out there with a daddy kink are looking for something fun. I am a kinky slut and I am very wet atm. not a lot of experience but I’m open to anything & I have many kinks :) I just need a man to put me in my place rn. just don’t waste my time. I love hearing a guy moan and talk dirty.

Friends fuck….again

Ryder.

Lydia got off the sky train around 4:45. She took a quick moment to check her outfit before leaving the station. Skate shoes, jeans, lace tank top, camo hoodie. Boobs slightly pushed up, hair down and wavy. Yep. This will do. Cute enough. She quickened her pace so she wouldn’t be late. Just two friends hanging out….and possibly fucking.

Hopefully fucking. Lots.

Unlike last time, Lydia smiled widely when she saw Ryder. She wasn’t nervous, just excited. When he noticed her she jogged the last few feet and jumped up to hug him tightly.

“Hey hun! Glad you could make it!” Ryder gently put her down and kissed her cheek with a grin. “Hungry?”

“I could eat. Especially if you are buying. I am poor.” Lydia replied with a big pouty bottom lip.

Ryder laughed, “Yea, my treat. Let’s go!”

***

Dinner was good. They wandered around a bit chatting for a while, then Lydia started walking toward her place.

“Where are we going?” Ryder asked, puzzled.

“Oh, I moved. It’s just Marcus and I now. It’s small, but still bigger than the last place and I don’t have six roommates.”

Enchantment Magic is for Lovers [M24F20] [fantasy] [dubcon]

The magelight flared in blue-greens, weirded teals, red shadows. There was a pause, a hanging few seconds of silence. Uncertainty. Possibility…

Failure.

Spell runes still sizzling and fading in her hand, Lyri collapsed onto her bed, burying her face in the covers. Her curly mop of black hair was a silken mass, a blanket to hide her shame. She lay there for a few moments before beginning to mumble incoherently, pathetically into her mattress.

Barrow sighed. He looked at the bit of dirt beneath his fingernails, worked a bit of magic, and cast it away. He was clean once more. He listened to Lyri’s unintelligible tirade while resting his chin on his knuckles, his elbow on his knee, his posture slumped forward.

She was hopeless. This was…what, night four and the girl couldn’t even work a light spell. Her hands were all wrong, clumsy and slow. Her words were wrong too. She kept mispronouncing basic runes. The worst was her theory. She’d hit upon the idea that magic was somehow innate, personal, which was wrong. Flat wrong. Every wizard her age understood that.

Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it… [Gentle Dom] [M18+/F18+] [Bondage]

“And don’t act like you didn’t ask for this.” As my hand ran a finger along your sternum, sending a hypnotic tinging sensation through your entire system, I spoke with the same gentleness with which I had asked if you were sure, and the same dominance with which I tied you to the bed after getting a yes. Four leather straps, one for each limb. That was all that I needed. However, just as much for my own amusement as for yours, a thick yet soft strip of dark linen had been tied around your head, covering the eyes and allowing no light through. Every movement of yours only elicited more tension from the straps, which held your arms and legs open and stretched outwards. Cutting through the intentionally chilly temperature in the room, my warm hand explored every inch of your naked body, rubbing and squeezing, scratching and caressing. Worshiping you in your entirety, while the deprivation of your sense of sight only increased the intensity of the sensations tenfold.

Fucking a long time friend

Ryder.

Lydia was walking quickly. She was nervous. Nothing she tried on at home had looked right. In the end, she convinced herself it didn’t matter because they were just friends.

To be fair, weird friendship. They had helped one another through some really bad times. Hell, he helped her through times he wasn’t even aware of. She was so cautious in the beginning. Not trusting anyone, because you know, internet. People lie. Lydia lies. Often and well. Blonde. Red head. Older. Experienced. She liked the anonymity of it. Be someone’s perfect someone. Even if only for a time and from behind a screen. Ryder was different. He even used his real name from the beginning. Never felt like she had to lie to him. He just accepted her for whatever. She always thought he had to be fake…. But with the advancement of age, so too came the advancement of technology. Gone were the days of cheaply printed photos and postcards. Now there was facebook, and surprise surprise. He was real and real hot. Lydia was really glad in this moment she hadn’t made up a life built on lies to Ryder…but it also made her even more nervous. Its easy to be rejected from someone when you lied to them….harder to be rejected when you show your true self.

Fucking at school in abandon hallway

Nate.
Lydia was dressing for her date. Carefully. She was heading out to meet Nate soon. They technically met online…much like all of the world now, but they did have a couple of classes together. She wasn’t sure if he had realized that when he asked to meet up. Lydia had very recently broken up with her high school boyfriend of five ish years. Sad but unavoidable. He wanted a future. Now. Lydia wanted to enjoy life. Plus she wasn’t sure she was into men. Sex with Jake had been….ok? Mostly? Kind of? The most thrilling parts had been when they were fooling around in his basement…with his parents upstairs…and his brother on the top floor. It’s not that it felt bad…it just didn’t feel as good as she was lead to believe. There had to be more to it. So Lydia was trying to get into casual dating. The first few had been a complete bust. Not only were the guys kind of gross (personal hygiene is important folks!) but they were pretty dumb. No where near good looking enough to be that dumb. Nate seemed different. He was a psych major, took a lot of really random courses too. Worked full time at Future shop in the appliance department, had breakfast with his mom on weekends etc. Nice, normal, and pretty cute. They messaged each other on an online meet up site and chatted. It seems like he wasn’t looking for anything serious, so it was the perfect venture.

I wish my neighbour would catch me in the hot tub and fuck me 🙊🙊

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