Seven Days of Pleasure, Chapter 18 [teen, various m/f combinations, m/m, lots of teasing]

Links to previous chapters are in the comments, if you're interested.

This story is purely fiction.


Chapter 18
Day 7 (Port Day), evening

"Well, that just fucking sucks."

Eric and Andrew stood just inside the door that led out to "their" hot tub in their swim trunks, and Eric was not happy. Every night that week, the group of teens had congregated in that hot tub, and now it was like holy ground. However, tonight, it was occupied by a group of college-aged kids who didn't look like they were going anywhere for quite a while.

"What are we going to do now?" Eric asked, exasperated. "Tonight's the last night of the cruise! I was looking forward to having one more night with the gang."

"We'll come up with something, don't worry," Andrew offered. He was getting upset himself, seeing how upset and disappointed his lover was.

"I dunno," Eric said as he ran his hand through his hair. "This was like… This was OUR place. Not theirs," as he jabbed a finger towards the hot tub. "Why couldn't they find somewhere else to go?"

Lo To You, Cold and Weary Traveler… [MF] [Transformation] [Mild Fdom]

Sup, /r/sexystories? So I just finished my first piece of erotica, and I'd like to post a little excerpt here. This part is a bit more PG-13, smutty bits are more towards the end, you'll have to go to my deviantart page to read the rest. ;) Just a taste here. Feedback is welcome!


I sigh heavily as I sit down in my car, a fairly decent Scion TC, leaning back in my seat as I try to let the throbbing in my temples settle down. "Fuck jury duty…" With another sigh, I loosen my tie, then pull it off and toss it into the passenger seat. "Fuck suits…" Grunting as I do, I pull my jacket off with some difficulty and throw it into the back seat, unbuttoning my shirt before it even hits the seat. "And fuck assholes that beat their girlfriends…" I growl and jam my keys into the ignition and drive out of the courthouse parking lot.

Selling It To The Suits (F, mast, group voyeurism)

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The last of the suits took a seat, completing an unbroken chain of old white faces that could not have looked interested if their lives had depended on it. I suppose it was fortunate then that they didn't – just mine. Mine and Amber's. Her livelihood and mine, all curled up in the hands of twenty baby boomers who would retire to million dollar homes whether they gave our product the shitcan or not.

Speaking of, I shot Amber a quick glance and saw her fidgeting with the fabric on her skirt. I smiled, but received nothing in return. It wasn't anything malicious, that much I could tell from her glazed over eyes. She may have been looking in my direction, but the only thing that girl could see was the presentation ahead of her, facts and figures racing through her mind at a million miles an hour.

Strangers on a train [Mf] [exh]

This morning on my way to work I had a very dirty fantasy. We're sitting across from each other on a crowded train. To the other passengers we appear to be strangers, and you make every effort to ignore me. I'm sitting on a bench with my legs crossed, and there's a bag at my feet. I bend forward and look into my bag. I'm not looking for anything in particular, I'm mostly just trying to give you a clear view down my shirt. When I'm sure you've had a good look I straighten up and run my fingers through my hair. You can see that I'm not wearing a bra and my nipples are hard against my shirt. I lick my lips slowly and look at your face. I'm frustrated to see no reaction from you and I decide to try harder to get your attention. I want you to be so hard and needy that you order me to follow you off the train to someplace where you can properly fuck me. I clear my throat to make sure I have your attention and slowly uncross my legs. I spread my thighs, revealing that your little tramp is not wearing panties. I'm wet knowing that any of the other passengers could see my pussy, but that it belongs to you.

(TRUE STORY) My girlfriend and her breasts.

She's 19 years old and i'm 20. Her boobs are already very large, but recently while we were playing around her breasts began to expand. they were getting bigger than what is considered normal and then she told me that they felt like they were really full of something, which turned out to be milk since she started to lactate a lot. Her breasts kept swelling to more ridiculous sizes as i kept rubbing and squeezing them and then they stopped. At this point as i was holding them, her breasts were beginning to jiggle and it tickled her a lot.

She told me to help relieve them by sucking out as much milk as i could, and by rubbing them which in turn tickled her more as her enormous, swollen breasts jiggled then began to pulsate. At this point, she told me that her milk was about to come out more, as they finally shot more and more milk out from her nipples. After having my fill of her delicious milk and rubbing them a lot, i then inserted my aching member in between her breasts and began humping them as i felt pleasure beyond anything i ever felt. The feeling of her breasts massaging my member was too much, as my member began to blast out gallons of sperm in between her breasts as i cried out in ecstasy. Her breasts (due to me constantly massaging them) had an orgasm by violently squirting her milk in the air.

Fucked my girlfriend’s sister behind her back. (M / F / Strait)

This all started on Thursday morning. I had just arrived at my girlfriend Meghan's house, I usually just walk right in as I know where their spare key is at. I walked into the house and the first thing I see is her sister Charlotte sitting at the kitchen table in a tight long shirt that spelled the word pink across it. Though her shirt was long, as she was sitting the shirt rested above her knees and i could see her cute black lace thong peaking at me from inbetween her legs. Then Meghan came down stairs.

"Hey baby" Meghan said to me before kissing me. Turned on and sorta getting a semi from seeing her sisters thong I started to make out with Meghan, grabbing her ass and slipping my hands closer to her pussy when..

"Meghan!" Her mom interupted "your gonna be late for class". We immediately got up and headed out the door.

The following day that I came over it was almost the same thing as the previous day however this time Charlotte was wearing a blue lace thong instead of black, and I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra because her nipples were poking out really hard.

My Chair; My Goddess, My Conflict – [Str8] [Mf]

"How the Fuck did I end up here?" is the first thought passing through my mind as I walked through the door and saw her there in my wingback leather chair with nothing on but her pink cotton undergarments and a pouty fuck me face. Those big eyes, and that short brown boy cut had been the source of fantasy for many a faps. I had wanted her since I saw her, this girl is a goddess in both mind and body, and yet what the fuck was I going to do now that we were here.

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Three months ago my wife and I filed an order of seperation. We agreed that for now this marriage was over and we were both would see and fuck whoever the hell we pleased. Despite the agreement, the last thing she said to me as were walking out of the attorney's office was, "Don't fuck Chey, that'll mess your daughter up."

Chey was 22 and I was 37, the chances of that coupling occuring were nonexistent as far as I was concerned. Don't get me wrong, no man with two working eyes doesn't want to fuck Chey, but there wasn't much she'd need from me that her college peers already throwing themselves at her weren't able to provide.

In front of my mother’s sleeping neighbor [mF] [oral][holdthemoan]

I originally posted part of this to the holdthemoan subreddit, and then learned of this sub, and decided to share.


When I was 16 my mother lived across the hall from a couple of gals that were roommates. One was in her 60s (Bonnie), the other in her early 30s. I go over there one day to get something, and find the younger one is putting up stringers and stuff for Bonnie's birthday, while Bonnie is knocked out drunk on the couch. She asks me for help with decorating, since it needs to be finished before Bonnie wakes back up.

These thoughts of the occasions when she's been flirtatious with me flash through my head. I was mostly sure that I could get her; if I could ever get her alone. But that was impossible, since my mother was smart enough to not let me be there alone with her, and Bonnie hardly ever left the apartment regardless. There I was, in a situation where we were finally "alone" enough to get away with stuff, but not so alone that my mother would come busting shit up. It was the perfect scenario. The best of both worlds.

Mr. Lawrence Breeding, Esquire [M/f, M/F, preg, nc, victorian]

Mr. Lawrence Breeding, Esquire by DiscipleN

"Mrs. Caravell, I could hardly mistake your predicament, but I never offer compensation for the rigors and expenses required to manage this particular condition. You must look to your husband. That is his role in society. Our bargain was at an end four months ago." Lawrence inhaled his lungs full of Turkish opium fumes to indicate his conclusion of the discussion.

"But sir, my husband, he's sick. You led me to believe you would provide for us. My Henry has consumed the total of your most generous original gratuity. Can I not persuade you that… Hey! let go of me!"

"I'll remind the lady of her modesty, outside, Mr. Breeding, sir." The butler grasp the woman firmly and bowed slightly.

"Thank you, Smith. Ahhh. You may fuck her for all I care." Lawrence exhaled. He debated his greater enjoyment, to fill one's lungs with the sharp toxins or to breath them into a piteous, pregnant woman's mask of terror.

"Brute! This child is yours. Have you no love for your blood?"