Category: sexystories

Bo and Me, Chapter 6 — “Falling into Grace” (Part 1, fg, mast, panties, nosex)

**Chapter 6 —** ***Falling into Grace*** **(Part 1)**

I can’t tell where I’m at with Bo. When we see each other after school on Monday, things seem back to normal. We talk about school at lunch, then watch TV side by side on the couch, giggling and commenting on whatever Stephanie Tanner, SpongeBob and Tim Taylor are up to.

Around Bo’s bedtime, we go our separate ways. I want to snuggle with her so badly that it makes me ache inside, but at the same time I don’t want to force the issue. I feel as though she rebuked me last night, though at the same time I realize how silly and unfair that is. Even if Bo fibbed about being tired, she doesn’t owe me anything. She’s just my little sister, three years my junior at age eleven. Anyhow, Dad is right — sisters aren’t supposed to kiss each other like that.

At the same time, I’m saddened by the possibility that our kissing and cuddling might be over for good. Thinking about it gives me a lump in my throat. It felt so lovely, Bo lying next to me or nestled in my arms, the two of us sharing affection. With a heavy heart, I make a wish that my crush for her will pass eventually. Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 5 — Getting Wet (fg, mast, panties, nosex)

**Chapter 5 — Getting Wet**

I wake up when I feel Bo climbing into my bed. “Hey,” I say, a little groggy. Shuffling over a bit to make room, I turn onto my side to face her.

“Hey,” she replies. She’s lifted up the blanket and is now tucking herself in beside me. Rolling onto her side as well, she shines a smile in my direction.

“Back in your pyjamas?” I ask.

“Yeah. Why wear anything but your most comfy clothes on a Sunday morning?” she replies.

“You have a point,” I concede, pausing. “Why are we talking so quietly?”

“I don’t know,” she says, *still* talking quietly. We giggle.

Bo has a small towel wrapped around her hair. She’s emanating a warm glow and a mesmerizing scent of shampoo and soap.

“You look like a newly minted penny,” I tell her.

“Thanks,” she replies, beaming like one. She snuggles up closer until her face is just an inch from mine. I feel her hand touching my arm. Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 4 — Taking a Bath (fg, mast, panties, nosex)

**Chapter 4 — Taking a Bath**

A soft peck on the lips wakes me up. “Took to this quick, didn’t you?” I mumble. Bo giggles.

I open my eyes to see her smiling at me. We’re lying side by side. Bo moves closer so she can kiss me again. I purse my lips, waiting for her. When our lips meet, we both make smacking sounds, then laugh.

“This is nice,” Bo says.

We exchange a few mutual pecks. Unlike what I’ve seen in movies, Bo doesn’t kiss me at an angle to avoid our noses crashing into each other; she simply presses her nose to mine. I absolutely love how innocent it feels.

After a while, I open my eyes. “Don’t move,” I tell her. Bo’s eyes widen in anticipation.

I press my mouth to hers, but instead of smacking my lips I let them linger in place, nibbling ever so slightly on her upper lip. I don’t dare go any further and soon pull away.

“That felt really weird,” Bo says. After a few seconds, she adds, “But really cool, too.” Read more »

[F]ree use wife and [M]y husband had a fun day in public

True story from this past weekend.

My hubby and I had a day date planned for Saturday because we had to drop off our car to have some work done, and the shop is quite far from where we live near a big city. We decided to drive both cars down, drop one off and go find something to do in the city since we rarely visit that area. We had sitters for the kids all day and no rush to get home.

The weekend started off great late Friday night when hubby, who was half asleep, suddenly got in the mood and decided to have his way with my ass and pounded the daylights out of my asshole while biting my shoulders and squeezing my neck and whispering in my ear how these holes belonged to him. He left me completely filled with his man cream and my asshole was throbbing from the pounding. We drifted off to sleep, but I woke up a few hours later to see him hard as a rock again. He must’ve been having a good dream because he was gently stroking his cock and rubbing his balls while sound asleep. Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 3 — Sleepovers (fg, mast, panties, nosex)

**Chapter 3 — Sleepovers**

I take my backpack off, turn the stereo on and flop down on my bed. I’m the first one home today. History class was canceled because Mrs. Sauer is sick, so I got out at twelve and caught the train five minutes later. Mom and Dad are working, and Bo won’t be home from school till one.

Which means I can blast the music as loud as I like. I’ve got one of Dad’s CDs in my cheap stereo, *tusk* by Fleetwood Mac. We listened to it in the car on our first family vacation to Italy when I was seven, and it’s been one of my favourites ever since.

I hit play on the remote and turn up the volume. Closing my eyes, I let the music spill across me. “Over & Over” builds and swells and engulfs me in its vast waves of eerie guitars and hypnotic background vocals. It’s music from another world.

As the song fades, I realize I’m not the only one at home. Annoyed meows are coming from somewhere nearby. I stop the music and quickly manage to trace their source. Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 2 — School (f, mast)

**Chapter 2 — School**

I reach over and turn off the alarm. Six in the morning. I have to leave the house around seven, walk over to the station and take the train to school. Class starts at seven thirty.

I used to have my alarm set to six-fifteen, which gave me enough time to loll around in bed for a bit before I’d have to get up, put on clothes and go downstairs for my bathroom routine. Usually I’d still have time for a mug of hot cocoa on the couch before leaving the house. Yet more often than not, lately I’ve been getting up an extra fifteen minutes early.

His tail is still tucked between my legs. I love waking up horny.

Shere Khan is a large plush tiger that lives on the side of my bed. His tail is covered with incredibly soft fur. Sometimes when I go to sleep, I pull down my pyjama pants, lie on my side and clamp my legs around his tail as I spoon him — like last night, for instance. Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 1 — “It” (f, mast)

**Chapter 1 —** ***It***

I love the library. We go almost every Saturday — Mom, my little sister Bo and me. Even Dad tags along sometimes, but today he’s gone fishing with friends, so it’s just us girls.

The library’s almost on the other side of town, but since it’s a small town, it’s just a twenty-minute walk, most of it through the park. We cross the river twice, stopping on the bridges to look out for some fish of our own so we can tell Dad about it later. Mom’s really good at spotting them “sitting” in the stream. Sometimes it takes Bo and me half a minute or so to see them even after she’s pointed them out.

They built the library on the top two floors of an old monastery. I mean *really* old — it was built in the year 803. Last year, there was a festival celebrating its 1,200th anniversary. They had a booksale and a big cook-off, and at night they played movies on a large screen in the garden. Read more »

A college professor’s first time being a hotwife – with a student being her bull! [Hotwife][Cuckold][Age gap][Older woman younger man]

**(This is my first time posting erotica here! Any and all comments and feedback will be deeply appreciated :) )**

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As I step out of the changing room, I adjust my one-piece swimsuit one last time. Being a Professor living on a University college campus meant I always had to be aware of my public image. Coming to the University swimming pool, during the common hour, was life on hard mode. I could've chosen to come during one of the Women's only hours at the pool, if I really wanted to keep my image blemish free. But for what I was about to do, I couldn't.

I had heard he comes to the pools daily. More accurately, I had _overheard_ him talking about it to a few of his friends. Professors shouldn't be eavesdropping on their students' private conversations, but I figured anything discussed openly in a classroom can't be that private. At least, that's the excuse I was using right now to skirt through this moral grey area. Speaking of which, the boundaries that should exist between students and professors' interactions were about to be stretched thin. Read more »

Lisa’s sex addiction

Lisa had been smoking weed, watching lesbian porn and edging her voracious pussy for about 6 straight hours without cumming now. At 2 hours she couldn’t think straight, and by now, few remains of her brains were left. At this point she was so hungry for sex that her entire animal instinct had come alive. She was angry horny, desperate for hot cum, famished because no matter how much porn she watched or how many times she made herself cum with the Hitachi wand, she would not be able to produce delicious hot fucking addictive cum. It’s what she needed, what she craved, what she dreamt of and what she thought about when she woke up every day. Nothing could replace it. And it couldn’t be just anybody, she needed the cum of a sex addict.

As she thought that, Lisa fucked herself deeper with her dildo. What she was doing couldn’t be called masturbation anymore, she was fucking herself. Lisa had beautiful perfectly manicured hands that were long and elegant and hard not to notice, and they were taking turns fucking her dripping wet pussy and squeezing her big full natural tits. Read more »

Paying Him Back

True Story

I went out on a date with a guy. It was our first time meeting so we decided a nice restaurant between our houses was a good idea. Neutral ground. It was a nice date. He was super sweet. But when we had been chatting he had told me how much he loved to tease in public and make his girls beg for him to fuck them so I’ll admit, I was hoping for just a bit of that. I know it was the first date and all but a girl can dream right?

We had a lot in common hobby wise and bonded over having family in the military and nosy brothers. The more we talked the more I started liking him. We finished up eating and he paid for dinner, even after I insisted I could cover my half. After he got his card back he offered to walk me to my car. Read more »