In his Back Seat [non-con, pantie play, anal, breast play, virgin]

He was a friend of a friend, tall and handsome, with tree trunks for arms and brown eyes you could lose yourself in. I was a shy person, small in every sense of the word, with short blonde hair and blue eyes. My friend said she knew someone who was really great and single so here we were.

We talked a little bit about our sexual experience. He had plenty of it being popular throughout high school and college whereas I was a huge dork and still a virgin.

He laughed a little when I said that and it put me at ease to know he didn’t think I was a loser.

We had gone for a picnic at a park up in the hills near our town. The view had been beautiful, the food he brought was great and the wine was strong but delicious.

The sun started to go down so we packed up and sat in his car for awhile enjoying the sunset. We were both too tipsy from the wine to drive.

I felt a surge of boldness and I leaned over and planted a little kiss on his cheek. He grinned and I blushed.

The Wrong Threesome [MFM]

I’d been with my girlfriend, Anne, for a long time, and I’d known that she was bisexual almost as long. We wanted to be an extremely open and kinky couple but we were only that way with each other. Outwardly we were very reserved.

We told ourselves that things would change when we went away to college, but they didn’t. And it was frustrating. Anne had a roommate that can safely be described as insane. She was older than we were and smoked an amazing amount of pot. She was also very open about sex. Almost obnoxiously so. She would leave her sex toys out in the main room, or leave porn playing on the TV even after she’d left. Anne was quietly determined to fuck her before graduation.

We had a party at the house one weekend. A ridiculous rager where we bought a keg, then sold drinks to anyone wanted to drop by until we made enough to buy another keg. The house was trashed, it was amazing. We partied, fell asleep, woke up and partied some more. Ultimately we ended up in Anne’s bedroom. The two of us, Jim, a friend we’d both known since elementary school, and the roommate. Both Jim and Anne were flirting with the roommate. But badly, neither was good at it. Sort of randomly, the roommate got up and wandered out.

A Forced Offering [Fantasy][Noncon][Mind Control]

Olivia coughed and sputtered, her lungs emptying themselves of water. Her head pounded as her wits slowly returned to her. There were only flashes of the previous day that came through; half-remembered events unfolding out of order. A storm. Lightning. A sinking ship. Finally, a beach. She began to take in her surroundings as the puzzle pieces connected. Then, like a flood, realization set in. Her hands were bound by thick ropes, but otherwise she was completely naked, her pale skin reflecting the pale moon overhead. She was being dragged along the ground, but it wasn’t until she looked up at her captors that she realized what danger she was in.

The two monstrous things pulling her were only human in the vaguest of shapes. They were short and gangly, with long thin limbs that were tipped by sharp talons. Every inch of them was covered in short black fur, and they wore no clothes except for crude masks which were little more than half-shells of coconuts with holes for eyes. Fear kept Olivia still as they dragged her, zigzagging through palm trees. She was nearly twice as tall as the creatures, but she was bound and without a weapon, and knew it would take only seconds for their dirty claws to slice her to ribbons.

Little Lexi Goes Deep[Oral][Step-Daughter][DeepThroat][Facefucking]

Everyone in the story is 18+

Lexi, my step-daughter, was frantic when she called me in the middle of my work day. All I could make out was something about messing around with something and now the floor was flooded. She said I needed to hurry home and help her with it before her mom got home. She was always calling me during work asking for help with something and demanding me to come help her, which most times I did since I really didn’t want to hear the screaming match with her mother that inevitably came whenever she did something wrong. This time, however, there was something urgent in her voice, I mean she even said please. So, I knew something must have gone really wrong.

I packed up my stuff and told my boss I’d be out the rest of the day and rushed home. When I got home I ran straight to the kitchen thinking that she tried to cook something, and it went horribly wrong. Though when I got there, everything was in order and cleaner than normal in fact. A bit confused, I called out, “Lex, where are you and what’s the problem?”

First time writing like this

Was this it? My cock was ready to explode. Every stroke of her graceful hands led me closer to climax. Her rhythm changed. She was going faster! And louder, my breaths got deeper. This was it. My eyes closed, when I opened them they saw a different sight. My bedroom? Fuck, another erotic dream just to clean up my pants.

Alexander Thorrson. Making Each Blast of Jizz Worthwhile

***I realize more than half the readers of erotic literature do not have cocks….*** So jizz is not a complete measure of spiritual value for tens of millions of sexual encounters. Satisfied vaginas are every bit as useful and worthwhile as blasts of quivering viscous semen. Salty cream and honey-thick vaginal fluids are equal holy sacraments….like those Catholic wafers and shot-glasses of wine. The Eucharist. Quivering blasts of semen gushing into a joyful girl’s mouth, a vibrator buzz, buzz, buzzing inside her delirious vagina… ***holy sacraments!***

Oh, God… now I will have the Socially-Sensitive Thought-Control Police ***(SSTCP)*** deleting everything I post! Any equivalence between every day worldwide fucking and religious ceremonies is simply not allowed! I will lose my Liberal Agenda Country Club membership card, and lose my invitations to all Democratic Party parties, and be forced to hang out with loud, gun-toting self-confident Trumpsters!! ***Just for stating an obvious truth.***

***Making each blast of jizz worthwhile is very much like making a religion***…. any old religion. Pick your favorite: Buddhist, Hindu, Islam, Zoroastrianism Taoists, Ba’hai, The Jews, The Christians, and even those few lusty remaining Bhagwan Shree Rajneeshies in the purple robes! (***Of course, The Bhagwan approved of many joyful ass-slapping orgies*** ….even those having no connection at all to any spiritual experience.)

Whatever I Want [MF] [anal] [Mdom] [Fsub]

She looks at me innocently as we stand just inside her bedroom. Water drips from her voluptuous curves, fresh from the shower. She cocks her head quizzically, curious about what I am going to do. The answer? Anything and everything I want to.

Why? Because that’s how she likes it. She likes it rough. She wants to be used. And I love giving that to her. She comes close and stands on her toes to kiss me. I grab the hair on the back of her head and stop her before she can. I force her down to her knees.

“Take them off,” I command her. She obeys, loosening my belt buckle and unzipping my slacks. She pulls them down to my ankles along with my boxers. My cock bounces out. Her eyes follow it excitedly. “Lick it,” I tell her as I pull her head into my groin.

She extends her tongue and bathes my shaft, slithering up one side, down the other, and flicking across the tip. “Balls. Mouth,” I direct. She sucks on one, then the other, then both. “Open.” She does, mouth wide, tongue hanging out, eyes staring up at me pleadingly.

The Voyeur, Part 2 of 3 [MF] [F watching]

I showed up right at 6, as instructed, parking a couple houses down. I walked to Coach Dave’s house, my heart beating hard, my excuse to my husband echoing in my ears. *Just a girls’ night, sweetie. I may be out pretty late. You know how Jayne is when we’re drinking.*

It gave me a reason to dress nicely as well, in a low-cut black top and tight, dark-wash jeans. I wore my hair down, in easy waves over my shoulders. I walked up to his door, took a deep breath, and knocked. There was no going back now. The moments between my knock and him answering the door seemed like an eternity, and I considered going back to my car. Calling the whole thing off. Maybe actually going out with Jayne and forgetting all about this silly idea.

Just as I was about to turn to leave, Dave swung the door open. He looked me up and down and smiled broadly. “So punctual,” he cooed. He stepped aside to let me in, and locked the door behind me, leaning against the dark wood. I took the opportunity to return the appraising glance, noting that he was wearing a tight t-shirt and soft pajama pants. I could see the bulge leaning leftward, making me wonder if he was wearing any underwear at all.

The Voyeur, Part 1 of 3 [MF]

Dave was one of those guys who just commanded attention. Charisma, some might call it, or charm. Whatever it was, he grabbed the attention of just about every woman he spoke to. Friendly, gregarious, with a twinkle in his light hazel eyes and a light beard on his chiseled jaw, I could see women undress him with their eyes as he walked by. His smile could make your breath catch, disarming you in a fraction of a second.

“Such a great guy.”

“Did you know he coaches soccer?”

“All that and volunteering at the animal shelter?”

“His wife is so lucky.”

So lucky.

I don’t know precisely what made his gaze linger upon me that day. Perhaps it was my low-cut top, artfully displaying the cleft between my pale, heavy breasts. Or the skirt that I wore, riding up my thigh when I crossed my long legs. Or maybe he could just sense that underneath my soccer mom facade there lurked a cock-hungry slut. Whatever the motivation, I was thrilled to have been chosen. It started simply, asking me to bring the snack to practice, asking if I could have my kids stay to clean up. Then finally, he invited me to his office, under the pretense of needing an assistant coach.

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