TAKING MY SISTERS VIRGINITY (REAL)

THIS IS A STORY FROM: [REAL BROTHER AND SISTER INCEST PORN](http://famcamz.com/my-sister-is-hungry-for-cock/)

I heard her in the bathroom laughing quietly as she bathed. my younger Sissy was just 18 now and had that sexy look to her and had a nice ass and her tits were filled out real boobs. I would get a hard on looking at her some times. She would be always giving me this kind of ‘fuck me’ look at odd times..

She had more than once had walked in while I was in the shower and squeaked at my cock and once she came in while I was standing there with a hard on… I told her that is what boys put inside pussies and she laughed and dug at her own pussy for a quick second and ran out of the room.

The door was open just a bit and I stood there, not believing my eyes as I watched her fingering her slit. My cock sprang up like it was on a switch and just got turned on. I stood there watching as she got into it, moaning some and closing her eyes as her fingers worked their magic in that young virgin cunt..

[MF] The Girl From The Movie Theater

Long time lurker, first post! A little build up.

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It’s a Friday night and I needed to get out of the house to see a movie. Between work and the after school extracurricular events with my kids, I needed a night to decompress and relax. Ever since my Wife left for a work trip a few weeks ago, I have not had much of life. I rarely get to spend time with her these days with how much she is traveling.

After working out quick and finding a babysitter, I decided to head down to the local AMC theater for the evening. After looking at all movies that were out, I decided to pick one that had been in theaters for a while. Maybe this is odd, but I love seeing movies after they have been out for a while. I am just not a fan of extremely packed theaters and the distractions that they can bring.

The Time I Became A Holster For My Husband’s Mastubatory Aid

“Hold this for me.”

He said. As he inserted the toy inside me. I had encouraged my husband to purchase one of those fake vagina things after mentioning to him that I would enjoy watching him with another woman. He reacted positively to the whole thing, and since I was unsure whether that was something I really wanted to try or not, he brought up the idea of using a toy to roleplay with. I never thought he would use it in a creative way such as this… He showed me the website, and told me to “Pick one”. Making me decide amongst the list of girls who’s vagina the toy would be molded after. Fast forward to tonight and here I am being used as a holster for the sleeve of another woman’s fake pussy.

“You ready, baby?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. I’ll start the video.”

I was blind folded, with headphones in, so that I could listen to a video of the girl while he “Fucked her”. I could feel everything from my husband, except his cock. He was on top of me, missionary position, pounding away at the “Me” that was “Her”. My body rocking, tits shaking, but none of it I could feel. The sound of her moans and ecstasy filled my ears. Traditional porn dialogue(“It’s so big, I’m gonna cum, OMG OMG OMG!!!”), you know? But to me, it was her telling me how much she loved my husband’s cock.

Chp. 6 – The Governor’s Palace [Fantasy] [MF] [Creampie]

**Pt 2 in comments**

Overseer Shire Billows spent a chunk of his paycheck on the best whore he could find. That meant the girl was young, still with a full head of hair and teeth. Her skin was a flawless, porcelain white because she wasn’t allowed to leave the brothel and was probably some reject from the northern kingdoms. He was between her legs, huffing and thrusting away, staring at her small tits jumping, her perfect, puffy pink nipples practically begging to be –

“You’re being too rough, asshole,” she snapped at him, pulling him out of the moment. “Fucking…Slow down.” And she pressed her hands against his hips as if that’d stop him.

Scowling because she’d ruined his nearing orgasm, Shire sat straight up on his knees, cock still buried in her pussy and back clicking from the exertion. He winced at the sound and the soreness.

“I paid.”

[FF] Lucy & Nicole: The Beginning

Lucy & Nicole started off as prompts for DPP, but I am realizing I really want to turn it into something long-form and tell an actual story. Though I used the [FF] tag, Lucy is trans. Feedback/Collaboration most welcome.

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The first time I saw Nicole was two weeks into my new job. I had just moved to the city, excited by my transition and a new life, and I was determined to make an impression at one of the top tech firms in the city. But, when I heard the commotion and looked up from my fancy, new laptop, I froze. She was entirely and undeniably drop-dead gorgeous. Her skin was flawless, tanned, and radiated something intoxicating and as she made her rounds to a warm welcome from her vacation, she smiled brightly. She giggled with her whole body. All eyes were on her. I watched her in awe.

And then, our eyes met and her beaming smile slowly faded. I felt my breath leave me as her hypnotic blue eyes remained locked on me. I looked away, back down at the screen and started typing gibberish.

Gay Bondage Surprise 3[gay][reluctant][hot tub]

I laid in bed for hours after that intense day. I looked up at the ceiling and went over what had happened over and over, remembering the last words that Myles had said to me.

“Let me know if you ever want some more. Or better yet, have a taste of your own.”

I couldn’t get my mind off of his mouth, his technique, and how eager he was. There was something so wrong with everything that had happened. I knew I wasn’t gay, I just knew it. I couldn’t be. I had been with so many women in my life, I had had a handful of serious girlfriends and dozens of flings and one night stands that were incredible. Tall, leggy blondes with pouty lips and a massive chest, petite brunettes with perky tits, pale redheads with curves, I had had them all. But, as I went over all my sexual encounters in my mind, I realized something disturbing. None of them sucked cock like Myles did.

My Wife, the Closet Exhibitionist, Part II – The Babysitter [MFF]

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cau4d1/my_wife_the_closet_exhibitionist_mf_public/)

I could never, in a thousand years, have guessed that I would be in this situation. I was naked, in the front seat of the car pulling into our garage. Next to me was my wife Kristen, who was also naked, sitting in the passenger seat. We were about to walk into our house where the babysitter, Becka would be most likely sitting at our table working on her college homework and the kids would, please God, be in bed. The ride home had been a blur; our clothes finding new homes along the side of the road and my gorgeous wife keeping me in a fairly constant state of arousal, despite having recently fucked her on the hood of the car in the restaurant parking lot. She had promised me a 40th birthday that I would never forget, and had already lived up to her word. But she clearly had more in mind.

“You’d better let me go in first,” she said as she pushed the button to close the garage door. “Seeing that first thing coming through the door,” she nodded at my 7” hard cock, “could give her a fright.”

The Damaged Stowaway. Part 3. [M/f][Str8][Reluctance]

As you all enjoyed the [first](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/ca2ard/the_damaged_stowaway_m_f/) [two](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/cag7jt/the_damaged_stowaway_part_2_mf_str8_older_male/), here is more! Again, feedback, comments, suggestions, ideas, send them all.

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‘Lily! Wait!’ He cried out after her as she disappeared down the stairs. He fumbled with his pants, clumsily staggering down the hall after her. Her cum stained panties, a prized possession, discarded on the floor.

Although she was down the stairs and running out the door by he time he got his pants up, his large powerful stride was no match for her. His heart pounded in his head as he leapt after her small figure. But, in only a few moments, he had caught up to her, barely a few feet out of the yard.

Mark reached out and grabbed her by the waist, causing her to scream out. His strong arms wrapping around her as she began to thrash and buck. She squirmed and cried, her anger turning to defeated sobbing, as her escape attempts barely moved him.

He held her delicate body tight against him, his arms encasing her, holding her still. Lily cried and shouted, called him names like ‘Dirty’ and ‘Sick’. Spat out the words ‘Just like my father’. None of these were untrue he thought, he just had hidden it from her.

Swap (Spouse Exchange) (BBC Fetish)

This was the fourth occasion Jillian and her husband has swapped and for her, this one had been the most fun. Jillian had been staying with Graham all week, a middle-aged banker or investor. She hadn’t made an effort to remember his profession because it was not what Jillian was there for. The week with Graham was what it had been intended to be, a new sexual adventure every day.

The whole point of swapping was to make life more exciting and fulfilling to both people in the relationship. Spicing things up. Jillian loved her husband even more when he kept an open mind and was pleasantly surprised that he’d agreed to give her fantasies a try. Jillian fucked his lights out that night. Jillian found that she appreciated her husband more when she knew what she was missing. Things were fun with who they swapped with, but she knew who she loved.

Jillian and her Husband had met Graham and his wife at a Lifestyle Event New Year’s Eve party. It was invitation only and a couple they’d swapped with before had gotten them in. They messed around with them a bit in the club, Jillian enjoying watching her husband get a blow job in a private booth. The couple they came in with didn’t stay long and left Jillian and her husband to mingle on their own.

Breaking Miss A. [FM] [Read with caution, might trigger some]

This is my first time writing erotic literature, and I would greatly appreciate some feedback!

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I had just placed the last book in the book stand, and taken a step backwards to admire my work, when the door to my classroom opened slowly, followed by a few quick knocks. It was the last day of school before the exams and the halls had been buzzing with quiet uneasy and excitement about the upcoming exams and the impending graduation all day. I had spent the day organizing my classroom, getting ready for the next school year, with new students and new horizons to broaden.