I [F]ucked a virgin at a church retreat

The bedroom door was open. Otherwise, I never would have looked in, even though I was intrigued by the sound of a woman moaning in pleasure. I wouldn’t have tried to open the door myself. But since it wasn’t closed all the way, I couldn’t resist taking a peek.
I recognize the girl right away. It was my step-sister, June! I couldn’t have been more shocked. We weren’t exactly close. Her mother had married my dad a year earlier. June and her mom both seemed very religious. They were so religious, that they’d convinced my father to go to their annual church retreat at an old summer camp in the middle of nowhere. Even though I lived with my mother, he thought it would be great for me to come along since I rarely spent time with his new family or my new step-sister.

I’d just finished high school with most people thinking I was a chunky nerd with no social life. My curvy body had just started taking shape and I kept it hidden in baggy clothes and stayed focused on academics. Aside from most of the basketball team and a handful of other jocks, nobody at school had any idea what was hiding beneath my long skirts and loose tops. I was the secret slut for a select few.

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 1, Part 5 – Zita and Stacey [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Unconfortable territory] [Noncon]

**Zita**

Even if it was our last moment here, I wouldn´t rank the ceremony much high. I think 5/10 or 6/10 at the tops. Now, if somebody sprayed that on the warden´s door, would the attempt for constructive criticism be taken as an offence? I know, In any case somebody should wash the door…

Anyway, the final return to the room for today was tightened and chaotical at the same time. Me, Barbara and barely responding Therese were ordered to be quick and wardens explained the reason right at the start.

“You have an immediate curfew. Tomorrow there won´t be PE and you´ll have The Art of Homemaking. In 5:30 you go with us for your own breakfast and then you´ll join the cooks during preparing meal for our guests.” I was tired, but at the same time stressed, so I don´t know if my body will sleep at all, let alone with such strict reveille. I must appreciate some progress, no doubt. Better be cooking and be dirty from the food than fighting in the mud.

How I lost my virginity to a MILF as a gay teenage boy [MF] [Pizza Delivery] [Seduction]

During my late teens (19yo), I used to work as a delivery boy. It was in a small town, filled with lovely and well-decorated houses. I worked for the main pizza company in town, so we got a *lot* of customers from all over the place. At the time, I had a boyfriend. We had been together for a couple months already.

Anyways, I used to work the night shift, and during a hot summer night, we got a call from a house I had never delivered to before. It was on the outer side of town, but didn’t feel creepy or dangerous, I didn’t give it much thought. So, I got the pizza, and drove all the way down to this place. It was a very big, white and brown mansion, with a pool and a huge garden. I ringed the bell, and a lady answered, and told me to wait while she looks for the keys. She opened the door, wearing only a bathrobe that outlined the edge of her breasts. She was tall, light brown hair, thick lips with red lipstick on them, and makeup on.

A morning run run-in

When I was in high school, I got to know this girl, Ivy, pretty well. From sophomore year on, we had at least one class a day with each other, and we always sat together. We talked everyday, and it turned out we had a lot in common. She even lived just down the street from me!

Ivy was a cheerleader, but she didn’t really act like it. She was clumsy and socially awkward, and some of our conversations were, however enjoyable, incredibly uncomfortable. Her personality was nothing like a stereotypical cheerleader’s, but she made up for it with her body. She had medium length blonde hair, and a fairly big forehead. On her chest, two fairly small but pronounced breasts sat comfortably, usually contained by a sports bra with the strap showing. She had no gut, sometimes even rocking a six-pack. Her thighs were shaped like a pear, and the booty shorts she wore barely covered the apex of their curves.

Prequel: Cheating with My Bestie’s Boyfriend

I’ve always been a bit promiscuous. Ever since I first discovered sex when I was 15 years old, I just wanted it. Over and over and over again. The feeling of a guy inside me, expanding me, splitting me open, fuck, I don’t even have to cum, that alone feels just fine. But cumming, my god. The best is an eye rolling orgasm. When a guy fucks me so hard that my eyes just roll into the back of my head and my body loses all control. It’s fair to say, I FUCKING LOVE SEX.

Even more than sex, I like fucking men that are taken. It’s just so naughty, so taboo, and the feeling I get….that I satisfy them better than their wife or girlfriend, it’s just amazing. I am not trying to steal their man when I do this, not at all, I just want to have fun with him. And for him to have fun with me. The more taboo, the better. The riskier, the better. When the stakes are raised, everything becomes hotter.

The City in the City – A Freeuse Series – Part 1 – Judge & Jury

“Would the defendant please stand.”

Cathy felt her stomach clench but did as she was told. She looked over at the jury, their eyes were all locked on her. She knew this was only going one way. Pulling one strand of forlorn blonde hair behind one ear, like she always did when she was nervous, she awaited what was to come.

“What is your verdict?” the judge asked.

The fat man who was the head juror looked straight at her.

“Guilty.”

The judge nodded.

“We thank the jury for its service and reconvene in one hour for sentencing,” the judge said, letting the gavel fall.

Cathy’s heart sank. She knew her chances had been slim to none with the all-male jury, but she had at least hoped.

“All rise.”

She stood up and felt her lawyer’s hand on her shoulder.

“The DA wants to talk to you, if you agree to.”

“Why?” Cathy said looking at her lawyer.

Sally was a middle-aged woman that had kept most of her charms and dressed almost as a young woman with that ample cleavage.

Getting Wet at the Bar [MF]

We sat a small table in the crowded bar. The music was a bit too loud for comfortable conversation. He leaned forward to make sure I could hear. “I love these earrings; they suit you.” He gently touched my ear as he spoke and all I could think about after that moment was where that finger might touch me next.

I forced myself to watch his face and listen to him speak, but mind was following that finger, now unseen under the table. His foot grazed mine, and I held still, allowing this subtle advance. That small point of contact was the locus of all my desire. I wanted more, yet waited for him to proceed. Above the table, I laughed at something that was barely funny while below I felt our knees touch. I smiled at him, inviting more.

Two Ladies Have Had Their Clothes Stolen [FF] [exh]

On this hot day: the two young ladies take a walk through the woods. These two are Linda and Ellie – two best friends reaching their late twenties. Linda was a short and kinda chubby girl with dark brown hair, who was wearing a pair of revealing shorts. Ellie was a blonde girl with a taller and slim figure, dressed in her most colourful summer wear. Their walk ends when the two stumble upon a large lakeside, glistening under the hot sun. “That looks so nice to swim in.” Said Linda. Ellie agreed: “yeah, we should’ve brought some swim suits.” Linda takes a look around the empty surroundings. “Nah, we don’t really.” Linda replied, stripping out of her tight clothing. “What are you doing?” Ellie says, unsure if she should look at her friends curvy ass and large boobs that struggle to contained within her bra. Linda continues to convince her friend to get naked with her. “Come on join me, there’s no one around and is hot out here. Please.” Linda begs.

Nymsya – Chapter 6 [Fantasy] [Succubus] [Story]

At first, Amy wasn’t sure what was happening. All she saw was both Jim the guard and Garry the stable boy, half naked doing something beyond the bed. But then she got the idea. She saw the dim aura of the mistress. She wasn’t quite sure what the mistress actually was, but she knew that with her whole being she wanted to make her happy. Only at times that desire was overcoming by the desire to please and be pleased. Like right then.

She shut the door and stripped naked. She climbed on top of the bed and approached, fascinated by how roughly the boys were dealing with the mistress and how she didn’t even try to stop them. She could see that the mistress’s face and breasts were caked with cum by now, pretty obviously coming from the two of them. The smell alone was overwhelming. Amy felt sluggish. As if she was in a dream. In a very sexy dream.

She reached for Garry and started kissing him. Her hand gracefully held onto his wet cock and jerked it. She could hear Jim having another round with the mistress’s face. She couldn’t understand how they both could still go on, but she didn’t question it.