Zarina’s secret pleasures [MF] [creampie] [older woman] [virginity] [long]

Zarina was a 32 year old woman. Though lined, her face was ethereal and she was amazingly beautiful and curvy. She had a two year old son and her husband Mazhar loved her. Or so it seemed.

Zarina was forcibly married to Mazhar when she was about twenty five. Mazhar was plump and had already gone bald. For the first few years, Zarina wouldn’t let him touch her, she found him way too old and weird. When it came to conceiving their son, Zarina had tried having sex with her husband but Mazhar simply laid on his back and climaxed within a minute and didn’t even have an erection the whole time; for Zarina, it was the worst sex of her life.

Mazhar wanted another kid, and this time, Zarina was determined not to have a child with him, but her mother in law kept pestering her to have another child. She had to concede to her demands somehow.

Antony was Zarina’s neighbor. He was a 17 year old boy, athletic and slim, though not that tall. His mother was Zarina’s friend. Antony was passionate about music and was skilled at audio production. Antony wasn’t good with girls in general; though he knew what was what, he was a virgin.

Max and Rebecca: lesbian first time [FF, lesbian, first time, erotic, fingering, oral sex]

*The club*

‘Come on, Maxine!’ Said Rebecca, smiling. She tugged on Max’s hand, the bracelets on her wrist clanking as she dragged Max inside the club.

‘I dunno,’ said Max, pushing a thick ringlet behind her ear. ‘Maybe I’ll just head home.’

‘What?’ said Rebecca, who stopped in her tracks and put her hands on her waist and pouted. Her eyes shone in annoyance. ‘You are coming in here. You are going to dance. And you are going to have a good time,’ she said.

‘But Andrew used to take me here,’ Said Max plaintively.

‘Fuck Andrew,’ said Rebecca. ‘He is an asshole for breaking up with you.’ She looked at Max in her off-the-shoulder black dress, her stiletto boots. She laughed. ‘I mean look at you,’ she said. ‘How could anyone in their right mind want to dump that?’

‘You…you think so?’ Said Max, shyly.

‘Of course,’ said Rebecca. ‘I’ll prove it.’ She turned away from Max. ‘‘Hey,’ said yelled, grabbing two guys that were walking past, one in jeans and a shirt, the other on a baseball cap and hoodie. ‘Is my friend hot?’

Meeting my next door neighbour [MF]

I sighed, enjoying the delicious bite of the heat on my skin. Ty had made it clear he didn’t want me to lay half naked in our garden but I was confident that no one could see me thanks to the tall hedge… And Ty would not be back until the evening. I loved the feeling of the sun on my body, and the feel of the light breeze on my uncovered breasts.

The noise of the doorbell caught me out of my sensual reverie and I quickly got up and walked into the house. I put my light silk robe on, wondering who could be bothering me on a Sunday morning.

I opened the door to a handsome man. My next door neighbour. Whom I had never formally met.

“Hi”, he said. And my heart leaped at his smile.

“Can I help you?”, I replied, trying my best to look casual. I knew my cheeks were flustered from the sun and the thoughts I had been having. I followed his gaze to my breasts. The light silk was not doing much to hide my hard nipples.

[MF] Supportive friends and the knife it conceals [Cheating]

This is my first time posting in this subreddit and I’m not entirely certain what the community here prefers in writing style and focus. I typically message people in other communities, DPP and APPP. I responded to a DPP thread where this person wanted to feel cheated on as a cuckqueen. I felt jumping right to it with humiliation and degradation would be common but going from start to end not so much. I however tend to feel while specific scenes may be hot that nothing captures my interest quite like backstory. I feel a backstory helps to set tone and permits something of a character arc, even if somewhat small or one-dimensional. I felt detailing inner turmoil or some kind of emotion and something of a proper motivation in the parties are essential. No matter the medium it helps characters come alive and fiction to feel more real or believable. This story was intentionally written in a manner where my character is informing his partner of what had happened in the manner of a narrator to a novel. It was also largely written while I had down time at work so significant chunks of it are not to my liking whether in how things were phrased, that they were rushed through or I just felt it a bit too cliche. I’m pretty certain that anyone will readily recognize those sections when they come across them. I felt I would post it anyway as something of a draft to see whether others share my views of it, if the style is acceptable or if a different style of story telling is preferred. I had gone over it with only a light editorial pen so consider it a rough draft even for what it is. I welcome all criticism, critique and anything else into consideration for any future posts. Without further ado…

FUCKING HIS (EX) AUNT, PT. 3 [mF] [anal] [squirt] [creampie] [swallow]

Jack was counting the days to the Bat Miztvah of his cousin. Not because he looked forward to seeing her, particularly, but because for the last two weeks, he hadn’t masturbated at all. He was building up what he hoped would be a monster load, which he could deposit in the asshole, mouth, or pussy of his Aunt Rachel.

Of course, his entire family would be there, but he was most concerned about the logistics of this. How and when would Jack find any time to get his aunt away from the festivities long enough to enjoy a few minutes with her? And what if they got caught? The betrayal and general overall creepiness of fucking his aunt would rip the family apart.

Jack and his mother met at his uncle’s apartment with some other relatives. The plan was that they’d drive to the Synagogue together and then head to the hotel where they’d rented out space for the party.

Not for everyone eyes? [MMF]

Even though I knew what was happening I didn’t stop it. You were across the bar and out of nowhere you were right next to me. And yes I noticed that you slipped something into my drink but frankly I couldn’t care, you were more than attractive and the pill wasn’t all I noticed. The nice bulge in your pants was making that pill work so much better. My nipples were harder than ever and then your friend that snuck up on me was giving me the best chills.. Both you and him caressing me and touching me I guarantee you that if I were a dog I would of been salivating. And then leading me to the alley to treat me like one. Putting me on all fours smacking and pulling on me, feeling both of your damn clocks deep in me. Stretching my legs far enough to make my wet pussy larger and my ass tighter. Your nasty fingers deep in my throat and then pulling on my nipples leaving bruises. Im barely remembering anything your faces are hazy I can’t stand up the two of you are bouncing me on your dicks passing me back and forth. Putting me on the nasty ground and trash telling me that I’m nothing and just a bitch to be used and abused. I’m screaming in pleasure asking for more begging the two of you to finish me until I can’t walk.

The Babysitter/Dungeon Master 13: Restoring the Castle[Fmmm][Ageplay][Dungeons and Dragons]

Hey guys! Chapter 13! This one was fun to write. So glad you guys have been sticking with it, hope every enjoys this entry! Feel free to comment, or shoot me a PM if you enjoy the story. Thanks in advance! *(This work is entirely fictional, as are the characters portrayed in it.)*

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# The Babysitter/Dungeon Master 13: Restoring the Castle

I heard Will shut my bedroom door, and suddenly I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath. My heart was racing, and my fingers a bit sweaty. Despite having quite planned it, I couldn’t believe what just happened. I just laid there on my bed, Will’s cum scattered all over my face. I felt it on my nose, and running down the sides of my cheeks and underneath my eyes. I felt it on my lips, and when they parted I tasted it on my tongue. More sweet than salty, I used a finger to slide more into my mouth. I savored it, swallowed it, and sucked on my fingers.

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I arrive at the video arcade and anxiously enter the building. I’m careful to not make eye contact with anyone there, and I enter the area with the video booths. I go around to the side opposite to the entrance to this area, and select my booth. I close the door, slide the both shut and have a seat. My hands are shaking, as I ask myself if I’m actually going to go through with this. The other side of my brain says its very likely nobody else will be here anyway, nobody would respond to my reddit posting this quick… right?

I feed a five dollar bill into the machine, and a porno starts. Unable to find any gay porn, after flipping through all the channels available, I select a channel where they’re showing a bisexual movie. This will help get me out of my head. I pull my cock out, and begin stroking it. I don’t want to cum too fast, so I go slowly. About two minutes later, I hear a door next to me open and close. My heart leaps into my throat as the anticipation hits. I falter in stroking my cock for a moment, and nervously peer at the hole in the wall between our booths.

The Time Val [F]ucked… A Memoir: Fucking for the First Ti[M]e

>DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS ABOUT A FIRST SEXUAL EXPERIENCE WHERE BOTH PARTIES WERE UNDERAGE (17).

If you want to skip the narrative portion in the beginning, the smut starts where it’s bolded.
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America wasn’t the only one getting a birthday gift on July 4, 2007. Albeit belated, I can’t imagine a better present than having my first experience be with the cutest guy I knew, the guy I had the biggest crush on.

He was the middle child, I was the only child. He was used to getting forgotten and craved attention, while I was accustomed to receiving all of it. He was the youngest older brother, being just eleven months older than his sister, and 7 years younger than the eldest brother. He was eager to please and I was eager to explore. He certainly would not be my first or last kiss, but he was one of the sweetest, because I had been wondering what his lips tasted like for years.