Blowjob Contest, The Bull [m] gets cucked, winners take all

My wife and I had only had sex with each other until a few months ago when a get together with our friends Bob and Jill got out of control. My wife discovered what sex is like with a man who has a huge cock and she couldn’t get enough of Bob. We were both excited to be getting together with Bob and Jill and expected a crazy night.

After a few drinks, Jill suggested we play some games with the winner of the game getting to dominate and call all the shots for the rest of the night. Bob was reluctant to play and seemed to have no interest in losing. After talking about playing pool or cards for control, Bob suggested a blowjob contest. We all agreed. Jill and Tina would give Bob and I head. They would change partners every two minutes. The girl who could make one of us cum would share control with the guy who could last. Bob was confident he could outlast and I suspected he was right. I also expected it would be Jill that would make me lose my wad, so I was content that my wife and I would be Bob and Jill’s toys for the night, but I was still going to enjoy the game.

End of Lockdown; I got Cocked Down [FM]

In theory, I know, I’ve had the opportunity for a while here in the UK. But I’m a naturally nervous person, and I’ve been feeling jittery about most of my social interactions over the last few months. So I was still very much in two minds when, this weekend, I got home from a couple of weeks of munching on vegetables in the secluded countryside which, no, is not a euphemism.

But a friend of some considerable regard and renown, who has been teasing me mercilessly about my nunnish tendencies, was passing through London the day I returned, and we agreed that enough was enough. It was time for my first post-lockdown fuck, and we both looked forward to finding out whether or not my vagina had sealed itself shut in the intervening months.

*A regrettable, necessary digression; I asked the friend involved for permission to write, here, about our encounter, and he agreed, under the condition that he be entitled to a pseudonym. He also had a helpful suggestion as to what that pseudonym be, and that suggestion was…sigh.*

*Nigel.*

*Hi, Nigel! You’re a cunt.*

Alright, I’ll try to persevere.

Hate[F]ucking [M]y Colleague (long)

For the past couple years, I’ve worked for a large multinational company in the finance department. Trust me, that was never where I saw myself going, and I can’t say I was very happy there. But the pay and benefits were pretty decent, so I staid. Now, I’ve luckily found a different job that I enjoy significantly more, and have the leisure to tell some interesting stories involving my colleagues.
Generally, my philosophy is “don’t shit where you eat”, and that includes relationships at work. It almost never works out, and you’ll be spending 8 hours a day with them afterwards. Not even speaking of the gossip, potential HR involvement, you get the picture. For the most part, I did follow that maxime, with three exceptions over the course of my career there. All of them were interesting in their own way.

My [MF] most memorable NYE hookup

So a few years back on New Years Eve my wingman and I decided to head to this club in West LA. We pre-partied at my place a few miles away then made it to the club around 10:30 via a taxi. By the time we got to the club I realized that we were both really fucking drunk. Instead of exercising good judgment, we doubled down and got even more wasted for the next hour while talking to random girls and having a good time.

My wingman disappeared to the bathroom. I introduced myself to a long haired Filipino girl about my age who had walked by. She told me her name was Angelica but she went by “JJ”. Even in my drunken state, I knew that JJ was not that cute but I could tell that her body was solid under a short black skirt that accentuated her ass nicely. We danced a few songs then I kissed her when the clock struck midnight. JJ practically melted into me and started kissing me about as hungrily as a girl could kiss a dude. She asked me if I wanted to leave and I nodded but told her I had to tell my wingman that I was leaving. I found him a few minutes later talking to a girl and told him I was leaving. He wanted to stay so I told him that I’d leave the front door open since he was crashing on my couch that night.

I'[M] [F]ine just eating pussy

I love sex at many different levels. I love the tension, the build up, the release. But there is something so absolutely intoxicating about eating pussy. I can and have eaten it for hours.

I love the taste. I love feeling every crevice of pussy brushing against my tongue. I love how the smell of it lingers on my lips and face after a long session. I love burying my face and tongue into it. I love sinking my fingers into lush thighs and holding hips down while caressing that clit with my tongue. I love feeling like everything is just pulsing in my head.

Whenever I’m eating a delicious pussy I honestly feel like I’m stuck in a trance.

Two [F] horny Women, One Huge [M] Dick and a jar of Nutella: A Love Story.

I figured I wouldn’t be having another in-person hookup for awhile after the last one, a DP vagina event that was amazing. So back to Zoom edging and the Fleshlight while still in stay-at-home statusing. On Sunday morning I got a call from my favorite FWB (she likes huge cocks anywhere, anyway, anytime, any position). She wants to come over for some good old-fashioned fucking, and is bringing her sister. I knew her sister was living with her since her sister got divorced, and we talked a bit and she pointed out that both sis and her are fine, no symptoms, and actually have been in the house over 2 weeks with no contact. Sounded safe, come on over.

I get dressed in a blue Adidas performance T and a medium grey Champion cotton gym shorts. I am somewhat aroused in anticipation and my swollen member is down my right leg and pushing against the fabric, so the dick-print is blatantly obvious.

[MF] First Public Experience in College

My (M19) uni back in the day had a building dedicated to the student organizations. Each org would have their own room, and due to the busy nature of the building, the school guards don’t frequent it as often as other places. Huge plus points that the bathrooms in the building got showers in them.

Flashback to the early 2010s, and my classmate (F18) and I found ourselves talking about porn (I have no idea how we got to that topic tbh, it was the first non-wholesome convo we’ve had), and one of us joked about doing stuff together. She was small, maybe around 5ft, had a tight bod, tits larger than what you’d expect from a girl with her frame. Would def bang. Stuff turned serious when we started discussing the where and when details. Being the broke ass freshmen that we were, we just headed towards that building mentioned up there, and sneaked over to the showers.

Bags dropped off our shoulders as I pushed her against the wall and our tongues danced for the first time. My left hand found her ass, and my right slithered its way down down the front where her already wet pussy was just waiting. My fingers slid inside easily as she moaned into my lips, triggering me to cover her mouth with my hand as I continued to finger fuck her. We cannot get caught.

Went from sitting to participating with an older couple [FFM]

A recent GW story made me think of this kind of crazy weekend I had when I was a senior in high school (I was 18 at the time, I’m in my mid-20s now). For about a year at that point I’d been babysitting their kiddo who was pretty awesome. I would come over on Saturday afternoons and hang out with the kid while they would go do house chores or whatever and then I’d stay home after he went to bed and they would go out on the town and come home and I’d walk across the street to my parents place.

During that time there were a few occasions where they’d come home pretty wasted and offer me a drink and we’d sit and talk and the wife was always very flirty with me, like beyond just friendly. But, it only happened when she was drunk. The husband would just sit and smile, like kind of watching. Later in life I kind of saw this move from husbands in the swingers community.

[M] True adventure at beach. Story

All my stories are real and based in self experiences.

I wanted to try an already very see throug white speedo I have which I cut the inner liner some days ago. So I shaved my body and went to my special beach.

I spread my towel in an area some meters away from people, wearing just my speedo and start reading a book.

After a while two boys settled 10 meters away from me and I could see how they looked at me. They were also wearing small speedos, one green and one colored, and they were in good shape. They were chatting, I woke up and went to take a swim. The two boys stop chatting and looked how I entered to the water. I walked until the water was at my waist and stayed there. The waves hit me smoothly and when they fall back the thing material of my now super see through speedo was so tight to my crotch and transparent that you can cleary see my rounded cock head, the whole length until the base and my hairless smooth pubic area. I was virtually naked allowing my crotch to be seen by everyone. I turned looking at the beach so the tow guys could see, a bit in the distance, my obvious visible bulge. They didn’t stop staring at me and I stayed there leting the waves make their job. After a while I started slowly the way out, passed just in front of two women, and I stood while I got dry, next to my towel leting the curious walkers stare at my near naked body.

Watched a Married Couple Have Sex in [F]ront of Me

Back when I was 19, I was home from college for winter break and went with some friends to this house I’d never been to before. There was a married couple that lived there and they were really cool, had a great time drinking and smoking with them. Later that week I got a text from the wife inviting me over to smoke with them, which I gladly accepted. When I arrived, we went downstairs to hang out. They had a hot tub out back and asked if I wanted to join them. I didn’t have a swimsuit but she let me use one of hers. She had a similar body to mine but my boobs were a bit bigger, so it didn’t fit well but I still put it on. We went out back and all three jumped in the hottub, we drank some beer and all three of us smoked, so we were feeling great. I look over and notice that the wife was touching him under the water in front of me. I pretended I didn’t notice but it was hard not to notice. After a few minutes she stopped and he sat his body out of the water and on the edge with his legs still in the water, his suit was pulled up but he had a huge bulge, which was not hidden very well at all. I kind of stared without meaning to and he smirked at me. His wife kinda gave him a “shame on you” shake of her finger but she was clearly joking.