This is my first story so criticism is welcome. It is about a track athlete who fucks his buxom coach. Enjoy As I sat in my English class, listening to another absurd tangent that somehow started with the subjunctive mood and ended with the super bowl, I wished the bell would finally ring to release me from my teacher’s asinine babbling. My focus was wandering and my eyes were heavy. My legs were aching as well – not from boredom, however, but from excitement. Last period was about to end and I was anxious to get out on the track. Today was a hurdle day, so I had been looking forward to practice all day; running hurdles was always my favorite part of track, and I rarely ever got the opportunity to practice. Our head coach, Max Carden was fresh out of college. He was only about four years older than the seniors on the team and commanded even less respect. He had two assistant coaches to help him try to keep some semblance of order, yet the team was still a bit of a madhouse most days. One of his assistants, the throwing coach, Mr. Jameson, was an imposing man a little over six feet in height. He had been with the team for many years but turned down the head coaching position to focus on his teaching. The other coach was a different story entirely. She was much shorter in stature, measuring not a hair over 5’6”, and joined the team at the same time as Coach Max. She worked with the sprinters and jumpers usually. And oh man, she was hot. I completely lost interest in the English lesson, for all the spare space in my mind was now filled with Miss Emmeline. Her plump ass and juicy thighs danced in my imagination. Her b-cup boobs bounced inside my brain as I imagined her straight blond hair swinging left and right as I…. Suddenly the bell rang and my fantasies were interrupted. I snapped back to reality, grabbed my back pack and tucked my boner into the top of my pants before making my way over to the locker room.
Category: sexystories
Once upon a time, in a land of myth and dragon… [M/F] [fantasy]
Chapter 1
Once upon a time, in a land of dragons and myth, a bedraggled Adventurer met with a wealthy Collector, who sought a priceless treasure.
The Collector, who had already sent six brave adventurers to their demise in search of this treasure, and who did not intend to disclose this information to Adventurer Number Seven, told the Adventurer of a mythic library:
"Many centuries ago," the Collector said, as if he had rehearsed it at least six times, "there lived a beautiful and wealthy noblewoman who loved a gentle scholar. She traveled to the ends of the Earth to find one-of-a-kind ancient scrolls and handwritten tomes and priceless letters and plays and manuscripts, all to prove her love to the scholar, and built for her lover the most grandiose library the world has ever seen! It was talked about the world over.
"But the scholar spurned the noblewoman, and married a wealthier heiress. Grief-stricken and full of revenge, the noblewoman fled to her library. There she had built a secret: a wing, accessible only by secret passage, full of hundreds of volumes on black magic. She tore through the library voraciously, haphazardly attempting to cast spells the likes of which history can only imagine.
[Straight] The Sun, The Girl and Goodbye chapter 2 [Public sex][Blowjob][Romance]
He opens the door.
The bar is blessedly cool and completely shielded from the sun. It is smokey and dark, the way they used to be in the States not so long ago. There is a welcoming air there, tourists and their money are big part of the place he guesses from the quick glances and large smiles.
A hostess asks him if he'd like a seat at the bar with such a welcoming grin. But when he describes The Girl in the way she instructed—A green skirt, hair put up—her eyes change. Her smile falls away. Instead she only gives a nod to him, ask him to follow.
When our hero sees her, lounging the booth like a lord on their throne, he smiles despite his earlier resolve. She is much more conservatively dressed tonight, the skirt nearly reaching her ankles. The top, a much looser blouse than the dress, pretty and purple and compliments here eyes like it was made for her. And indeed, her hair done up, with a pencil through it and all.
Cam Girl [F][F][Oral][Toys]
Cam Girl
In Over My Head, Part 4: Fucking My New Step-Mom [mF][dark]
This is a work of fiction.
I'm writing this down because I don't know what else to do. My grades have gone down the tubes, my college plans are looking iffy, and I've started cutting myself. I want to tell someone but I'm too scared – it could destroy my family and leave us in a national media circus. I'm hoping that writing this down will help; I'll probably just burn it but at least I'll kinda get it out.
“We’re getting married!”
Dad and Caroline told me at a holiday dinner, just the three of us. Dad beamed with joy, and Caroline put her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek.
“Congratulations,” I said, managing a beaming smile. “I’d been wondering when you’d get around to it, Dad.”
The Tail Of Zoe [M, (Les)(Str8)]
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In Over My Head, Part 3: Things Get Twisted [mF][oral][nc]
This is a work of fiction.
I'm writing this down because I don't know what else to do. My grades have gone down the tubes, my college plans are looking iffy, and I've started cutting myself. I want to tell someone but I'm too scared – it could destroy my family and leave us in a national media circus. I'm hoping that writing this down will help; I'll probably just burn it but at least I'll kinda get it out.
Part 3
After that memorable dinner, things seemed to quiet down for a while. Things were clearly getting more serious between my Dad and Caroline, but they seemed to be doing their hook-ups away from the house, probably because of my Dad's concern for me.
I didn't know how grateful I should have been for that.
Then one day a few months later Dad came to talk to me on one of the few days he was home at dinnertime.
"David, I've given Caroline a key to the house. I thought you should know."
"Uh…ok."
Call a cab (MF) (Voy)
We were riding in a cab – coming back from dinner or a show or drinks. I was running my hand under your dress and across your thigh. As I slid my hand higher up your thigh, I realized you weren’t wearing panties (which was strange, because I knew you’d been wearing them earlier.) As I started to slide my hand around your thigh, you gently parted your legs and slid forward a little on the seat. You began biting on my ear gently, kissing and licking it. At first I cupped your vagina with my whole hand, feeling the warmth against my fingers. Gently I started to apply pressure with my middle finger, parting your lips slightly. I started to roll my finger subtly, pushing back against your clit and pressing deeper with each arc. You started biting my ear harder, sticking your tongue deeper inside. Finally I curled my finger and pushed it deep inside your vagina. You bit my ear to bury the gasp, but your breathing was short and fast and you whispered “fuck” a little louder than you intended. The driver looked back in the mirror, starting to get suspicious. With a second finger now inside you, we found a rhythm. You were pressing forward a little harder and rolling your hips against my hand. My fingers were held tight against the front of your vagina with your clit rolling against the inside of my knuckles. You stopped playing with my ear and simply pressed your mouth against it, breathing heavy in time with our rhythm. You reached into my lap and found my penis pushing hard against my jeans. You traced the outline with your fingers until you found the tip, squeezing it gently and stroking the shaft. You start to fumble with my zipper, but I had to undo it with my free hand. You slid your hand inside and pulled my boxers shorts away enough for you to grasp my penis tightly. I pulled my fingers up sharply in response and you shuddered. The driver started making more frequent glances in the mirror, trying to see but avoiding my eyes. You pulled my fingers out of your vagina, slid sideways on the seat, bent down, pulled my penis further out of my jeans and into your mouth. You sucked lightly on the tip, licking the shaft and sliding your hand down to cup my testicles. I pulled your hair back away from your face with my wet fingers, leaving light wet streaks on your cheek. I squeezed the back of your neck as you closed your lips around my penis, running your tongue around the tip. When you sat up and kissed me, your mouth was salty and wet. The driver started saying something, but it was too quiet to hear through the glass. You moved your tongue slowly inside my mouth, pressing hard but evenly, quietly. As you pulled up your dress and slid your legs across me, I ran both hands up the outsides of your thighs until I held your buttocks tightly. The kissing was faster then and the deep French kisses punctuated by harder pecks and bites. My penis was pressed between your thigh and my abdomen and I could feel your pelvis warm, scratchy and wet on my hip. You reached down with your hand and slid my penis against the inside of your leg, pulling it towards your vagina but missing. The driver’s voice was raised now, but we weren’t listening. Finally you pulled my penis inside you, sliding down the shaft and instantly taking it inside you completely. Continuing to clutch your buttocks with one hand, I pushed the other hand up your dress, desperately trying to pull one of your breasts free. The driver was pounding on the glass with one hand and pressing the horn with the other. We were fucking furiously then, with you holding the back of the seat behind my head, looking me in the eye while you pounded your vagina against the base of my penis. Unable to get your breast free, I put both hands up on the sides of your head and dug my fingers into your hair. The driver was starting to swerve then, angry and unsure of whether to pull over or rock us loose with the motion of the car. I could feel the pressure building in my penis as the nerves started to tingle and tighten. My moaning rose in pitch and you quickened your pace in response. With your face against mine and our eyes locked, you whispered “cum for me” and squeezed your thighs slightly. Although already fully inside you, I started pushing harder against your vagina and thrusting wildly as the pressure swirled through my muscles. Clumsily clutching your breast through the front of your dress, my head snapped back as the semen exploded inside your vagina, three or four deep pulses and shuddering muscle contractions, pressed as fully against you as possible. The driver smashed his fist on the glass one last time and swore in disgust. You kissed me sweetly and slowly before lifting your hips up and carefully rolling back onto the seat. The hem of your dress brushed lightly against my penis, pulling a trail of semen across my jeans. You wrapped an arm around my waist, gently rested your head against my heaving shoulders and quickly pulled my hand up your thigh, spreading your legs slightly and nestling my fingers inside your vagina…
[Straight] The Sun, The Girl and Goodbye Chapter 3 [Jacuzzi fucking][Romance]
The Sun, The Girl and Goodbye CH3
He opens the door.
The hall is beautifully decorated with a woman's touch. Curios and accent pieces hang on the wall. And as he has come to expect, finely woven carpets cover age-old wooden floors.
“Out here!”
Our hero closes the door behind him and steps into a warm, if cluttered, living room that is bathed in natural light from a dozen windows. He frowns and calls out, not knowing which of its three exits takes him to her.
“Are you lost? Do you need help?”
Outside. He makes his way to the glass door and slides it open. He's about to complain before he sees her. She is either naked, or wearing a top without straps, and is submerged halfway in a large, above ground jacuzzi. Her arms are spread out and she has a pleasant smile that's neither cunning nor open, but somewhere in between. “You should shut the door so flies do not get in,” she says. Then, after a moment adds, “…and the same could be said for your mouth.”
The Hike – I eat your pussy and fuck you in the forest. (m)(f)(oral)
This one's for Lisa:
We're out hiking, out in the forest, all on our own. It's really quiet, I can see that you're starting to sweat. You're wearing that summer dress I got you. Remember, when you told me that it was too tight around your breasts, and then I told you that that's just why I bought it. The white one with the big polka dots. I love seeing your figure in that dress, the way the polka dots wrap around your bulging breasts, the fabric around them so tight you don't even need to wear a bra. I love the way the soft fabric hugs against your waist, the way it flows around your thighs, just high enough for me to get a peek at the bottom of your butt when you step up a hill just in the right way. I wonder if you notice me looking. You wonder if I noticed you didn't put on any underwear today. I have.
You stop in the shade and lean up against a tree. You're our of breath, sweating, but you're smiling. I'm smiling too. You look so sexy with the little beads of sweat running down your cheeks. I like how you don't bother to wipe them off.