It’s a day close to summer, and I got out of school after a long and tiring day. Finally some rest for the afternoon game. My parents cannot accompany me, so I decide to ask about the group: “Is there anyone available to accompany me since I need the passage?” My friend Lonzo comes forward, with whom I have a good relationship since elementary school, and also with his mother.
Finally it’s time to meet up, while I’m waiting for Lonzo and his family, I take the medical bag and the uniforms bag, to be loaded into the car. They arrive at the hangout, and my eyes can’t help but sparkle. She gets out of the car, a splendor, is Pauline, Lonzo’s mother. My friend arrived a little late for her, in fact she is close to sixty. She is still a beautiful woman. She has a blond and brown bob. She is tanned and has dreamlike hands. She is wearing a t-shirt that really highlights her large breasts, and a pair of black leggings, which make her rear a panorama for her eyes. On her feet she has a fantastic pair of sandals, with her feet fresh from the pedicure. I ask her where I could leave the bags, she opens the trunk for me and helps me to put everything inside. She arranges the bags closely, and I from behind, leaning on me, give her moral support. She doesn’t say a word, she obviously likes my FRIEND leaning on her butt. To me certainly yes. Meanwhile, the parents discuss which path was the best to take, and it’s time to leave. Being all close by mistake to pass between two people I have to lean on her ass again, and my FRIEND begins to get excited. I get into the car, Pauline, my friend Lonzo and his dad driving. The outward journey is very smooth, but the spicy comes in the return journey. The game ends, and we prepare to go home, but before getting into the car, Pauline decides to smoke a cigarette. It makes her 10 times nastier, she kept staring at me while she held her with her fingers. She has begun to lose her brain I think. Lonzo sits in the front with his dad to watch a football match on the phone, and so Pauline has to sit in the back with me. She is exhausted, and evening has fallen, darkness fills the sky. So I decide to whisper in her ear if she wanted a foot massage. She obviously doesn’t refuse, on the contrary, she seems to be starting to get aroused. I’ve always loved her feet, and I didn’t spare myself for the massage. So she raises her legs and rests them on mine, so as to let me work more comfortably. I have her feet in her hands and I can’t get over it. I start massaging them, remove my sandals and use my fingers like I’ve never done in my life. On the heel, on the sole and finally on the toes, the part I preferred the most. At that point I can no longer resist, I lower my head hoping not to be caught and start licking them, especially her fingers, and the cracks between them. They taste spectacular, I can’t describe it, and meanwhile I feel Pauline can barely hold back for her pleasure. At that point the delirium begins, in the dark you can’t see anything and she decides to unbutton my pants, take off my panties and pull out my big dick. Hard as marble after playing with her, he spits her hand and starts moving it up down on my FRIEND. She then moves on to her feet, lubricated with my saliva, and with hers it’s a pure orgasm. To avoid dirtying the newly cleaned car, I whisper in her ear that I am about to cum, and she, with a master stroke, lowers her face and takes my big cock in her mouth. I can’t resist and I cum inside her divine mouth, endlessly, my sperm was swallowed by Lonzo’s mother, and that had been one of the best days of my life. Meanwhile she gets dressed, I tie her pants, and when I get home I greet her, with a hand on her breast as I go out, and a wink.
Category: sexystories
Christine, my best friend’s mom [Straight]
Since elementary school I have been very good friends with a boy, his name is John. He is a good friend, very polite and kind. He makes people laugh and is very spontaneous, often too much. He loves being the center of attention and all speeches. We have always been very close: we invited each other to each other’s house, played on the PS4 whole afternoons, made great snacks, studied together and played basketball, until he decided to quit. I was a bit shocked and sad after the discovery, but it is part of life, evidently he had lost the desire he had always had in previous years. In middle school we were classmates, and now that we are in high school our friendship has not broken down. In addition to the great friendship with him, another thing that has always linked me to my friend is his mother. Her name is Christine. As you can imagine she is the typical milf, your best friend’s mom. Do you want me to describe it to you? So it will be my dear ones. Noticing her for the first time it may seem a bit extravagant, but it’s her personality and this thing drives me crazy. She is very fragrant and very clean, she loves taking long baths in the tub at home, with soap bubbles and scented oils. On the other hand, she is very lazy, she gets out of bed late, often doesn’t want to do anything, apart from crosswords and puzzles, these are her pastimes. She is a teacher in a kindergarten, and the children are very lucky to have her as a teacher from an early age. She has a beautiful smile, bright green eyes, and very blond curly shoulder length hair, but often she keeps them tied. Going into more detail, she is quite curvy, despite the fact that she follows a very balanced diet. She is a mother that no teenager would refuse.
[MF] Hell and Postage
You know that brief moment after you hear your finger slide across the edge of paper or cardboard? You know the sound it makes; like a *hiss*?. You pull your hand back, maybe inhale, stare your digit, and wait for the burn.
You hope you got away with it. It does happen.
Then the burn comes.
The burn comes and you bleed.
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The engine is running.
I watch your skirt sway as you turn away from the blue postal box.
You left with something. You came back with nothing.
You pull the door closed. I don’t feel the car rock.
I don’t even hear the *thud*.
*Click*.
After a moment your seat belt allows me a quick sobering thought.
That’s it. There is no going back.
I look over and I watch you look straight through the windshield. I’m not sure if this is registering.
I watch your chest lift and fall. I watch you purse your lips on every exhale. I see your pulse move beneath the plain black choker around your neck.
It is.
It Started With D&D (f/f)(Domination)(Bondage)(Commission)
It started with a game of D&D, which was a fancy way of saying that it did not, in fact, start with D&D. Dungeons and Dragons might have made her aware of it, but it had actually started long before that However, this realisation would come later. Initially, at least, Amanda thought that it started with a game of D&D.
She’d been playing D&D since she turned eighteen. She’d loved fantasy for as long as she could remember, so when her best friend Heather offered her a place in a game, she was in like a shot.
Their current campaign had been running for almost a year now. There were four of them, three players plus Heather, the GM. Amanda, a punk girl called Stacy and a slab of muscle and benevolence known as Dave.
Things came to a head late one session, they’d been dungeon diving and had finally defeated a high level enemy who had been dogging them for most of the campaign.
“You search the old tomb,” Heather had said from her patented GM chair of power. “The bodies that once rested here are long gone, but many of their burial goods remain. They are piled in a great heap on the floor before you. Some of it may be magical.”
My boyfriend, the virgin part 2: How a HJ-FWB grew into a boyfriend or how he got quicker
Since I broke things off at the first date, I thought things would end there. Apparently Tim had different ideas. He kept starting conversations with me, both online and offline, and I kept responding. For a while I thought I had inadvertently friendzoned him. To be honest, it didn’t mind me that much as I liked his attention and I had been clear enough on my intention.
Our more sexual late night conversations continued as well. He kept praising my looks and handjob skills which flattered me. I didn’t see any of the shyness of that first date anymore and we actually got a bit flirty. When he praised the handjob he got again I told him that he didn’t had any comparison material, to which he reacted that I was the one who could change that. “Well, it would still be two handjobs from the same person. I can’t imagine it would make much of a difference.” – “You know I have no experience at all, I only know your hand. But I can’t imagine needing anything more.”. I know that was a cheesy and slimy line, but still it did something to me. It flattered me, but even more so I think it gave me reassurance. That I would be enough, even with my vaginismus. I hadn’t had a virgin in a while and I guess his lack of experience had the advantage of making everything I did being the best he ever had.
Housewarming [FMF]
One of the trigger points in my relationship with my long term girlfriend Anne came when we tried to move in together. It was stressful, for a number of reasons, and it ultimately led to us breaking up. The break up didn’t last long, but while we were apart I finally moved in to my own apartment. It was not, by any standard, a glorious place. It was a three story walk up with yellow walls, a stunning view of the parking lot and a very thin floor. My downstairs neighbor was a nice guy but he was frequently tapping the ceiling to remind me that he could hear everything.
That was usually OK. I was happy to have the place, but I didn’t usually invite too many people over. It wasn’t a great place to party. In fact, the first real guests I had, not counting the friends that helped me move, were Anne and our friend Lindsay. The three of us had recently had a couple of confusing, but ultimately very exciting threesomes. Anne and I were back together as a couple and the two girls were spending a lot of time together.
Having Sex With a Hotwife
This happened about a year before the pandemic started. I had just turned 41 years old. I had used a sex/swingers website called sls off and on for several years. I began talking with a woman from sls named Kate. I agreed to meet Kate and her husband at a bar. Kate was okay looking. About a 6 on a 1-10 scale. She was around 45 years old, about 5’ 6” with brown hair, and a slender body. Kate was wearing a purple dress. Ron was somewhat overweight and was about the same age as Kate.
We were sitting in a circular booth with Kate in the middle. We talked about our experiences with sls and sex/swinger clubs. They had started out as a traditional swinger couple. However Kate gradually turned into a “hotwife”. Ron would watch her have sex with men. Or Kate would have sex with other men when Ron was not present. But with his knowledge and consent. There was discreet touching under the table at the bar. I felt her thighs and she felt my penis thru my pants.
Couples massage an public steam room sex
Love reading about all these sexcapades that other horny redditors are having and figured I’d share one of mine….
A few years ago the wife and I went to get a couples massage. We’ve done these for years and try to do it once or twice every year. Anyway we were both very horny this day and after changed out of our clothes and wearing only robes in this lobby area we’re you await your massage therapists my wife reached under my robe and grabbed my cock. Now I was very surprised as she is normally not the one that starts public play! Another couple came out and so we had to stop. Soon our therapists came out and introduced themselves. Female for me and a male for her….
They took us to our room and we were given a little time to undress and get on our tables. I reach out and slowly kissed my naked wife and reached my hand down until I could dip my finger into her WET pussy! She really was turned on! Before we could do much more the therapists knocked on our door so we got on our respective tables and enjoyed a wonderful 90 minute massage. I won’t go into too much detail but I was HARD and excited and leaking a little pre cum throughout my massage knowing how horny my wife wife while she was man handled is you will. I’m sure my female therapist knew!
making it a hot massage
Should have been a normal massage This story is short and sweet but with an erotic twist. I was just looking for a massage to help with my back from work. The massage location isn’t known for special treatment, but I never count any location out entirely. You never know right?
I was in my car waiting for the time I requested on the phone and something occurred to me. What if I had my set to chime or alarm during the massage. If it did that a couple times in a row it could be interpreted as someone texting me. As if I forgot to turn my phone off and have it seem as though someone really was trying to get me. So that is the premise of this story.
I set a bunch of alams to chime about 30 minutes into my massage. They only needed to chime for 30 seconds and then stop. I set a couple in a row so it seemed like I was being texted about 5 to 10 times in a row. Which oddly enough was a minimal amount my girlfriend would hit me up when she really wanted to get in touch with me. She and I didn’t really talk on the phone, it’s all texts.
my girlfriend has sensitive nipples… [MF]
“Ry! You’re home early!”
I kick the door closed and take my shoes off, eyeing her. She’s sitting at the small wooden desk, her laptop set out, a webcam on a tripod behind it. “Did I catch you chatting with your other boyfriends?”
Daphne rolls her eyes and giggles. “Oh, yeah, all dozen of them. At the same time. You jealous?” Her sarcasm is thick.
Our apartment’s small, the desk is shoved in the corner, the camera faces the door, I’m in the background of her shot. “You’re not streaming, are you?”
“No,” she says, “I wouldn’t do that to you. I’m making a recording, a math lesson.”
I walk up behind her, lean over her shoulder, peer at the screen. I see myself, then check out Daphne’s mane of dyed burgundy hair, her cute smiling face. Her delightfully large tits. We make eye contact through the screen. “You look good.”
“Mmm, thanks.” She cranes her neck, we kiss. Her lips are soft, she smells sweet.
I shoot my tongue into her mouth, feel her moan. “I actually think you should leave this in your video,” I say, “Give those kids something to fantasize about.”