Alice’s Closet Part 13 [MFf, incest, cum sharing, dominant parents, orgasm denial]

Alice sat on her bed cross legged looking at her open closet. She’d check her phone every once in a while in hopes that Megan had responded to any of her texts to no avail. *Is Megan the reason I became what I am? Is she the reason I started listening to death metal? Started wearing all black? Skipping school? Shoplifting? Having sex behind the dumpster? … What would I be like now if she wasn’t my best friend? … I want to change… I want to be better… I just wish she wanted to change too…*

Mom tapped on Alice’s open bedroom door to get her attention. “Hey sweetie, heard anything from Megan?”

“No… Not yet.”

“I wouldn’t worry,” Mom said in a comforting tone. “She’ll come around… Anyway, wanna come help me do something naughty for Daddy?”

Alice smiled, nodded, and hopped out of bed. She was already naked as was Mom. Clothes were no longer necessary in a house of open sexuality. Mom took Alice by the hand and led her to the master bedroom. Dad was standing naked in front of the bed, facing the door.

My Heart’s Desire, part 2: To Become a Succubus [fantasy] [Str8] [f4MMM] [bukkake]

You can find a link to Part 1, also here in sexystories, in the comments. I apologize that this part isn’t that exciting; I’m setting the stage for more exciting parts here.
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It had been a month since I first visited the librarian’s realm; I had been there every night since then, and each time I returned from that realm, I woke up with the delicious semen from hundreds of men dripping from every part of my body. Every day I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled as I licked their cum off my fingers. I would scoop it up from my legs, belly, tits … wherever I could so that I could lap it up with my tongue from the palms of my hands.

After I had become experienced in the librarian’s realm, the librarian sat down with me in her library office in the real world, and we had a long conversation. “So far, we’ve been providing you with men. Have you ever wondered where these men come from?”

“No, not really.”

Roommates with benefits [FM][2vanilla4you]

Whenever I look at Julia I wonder where that rule about not sleeping with your roommate comes from. It makes no sense, you are comfortable enough to share a flat, split the bills and see each other day in and day out, that is more than I can say about any of the women I have slept with.

But for some reason we have stuck to that unwritten rule, for over a year now. It’s weird, especially considering sex is not a taboo topic between us, we joke and tease all the time and if one of us has a date over we discuss it in detail the next morning.

But all this time we have managed to stay away from each other, even if we end up on the couch cuddling because one of us had a bad day it never goes past that. It is like a competition between us to see who breaks first and we both happen to be quite strong willed.

The Kissing Challenge, M/F, reality

This story is for adults only (that means you need to be at least 18 years old). If you’re under 18, well, you’re reading this at your own risk.

You’ve been warned.

This story contains erotic material. I can’t be held responsible for

what you do while you read it. I do hope you enjoy it however.

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We lay there, amidst the stacks, breathing hard, coming down from a most incredible experience. Mindy looked over at me and I at her.

“That was unbelievable,” I said.

“And you’re positive that was your first time ever?” she asked.

“Absolutely. And I can’t imagine it being any better than that. I know

it sounds strange, but thank you. You were wonderful.”

Melinda giggled. “You’re most welcome. I’m happy that I could be your first.”

Let me back up a bit, since I jumped in at the end.

Don’t Forget the Cameraman [mf, cuckold, webcam show, risky creampie]

**Hello Reddit, I finished part 12 of Alice’s Closet ahead of schedule and felt like taking a break to write a one-off for fun. If you enjoy it and would like to see it expanded in the future, comment below and let me know.**

“Hey wait,” Brittany whispered, grabbing her boyfriend’s arm to keep him from opening the door.

“What gives,” Josh asked in a stern tone. “We have a show to start.”

“I know but… Rob’s been our cameraman for like six months now. He’s watched us fuck as well as me with who knows how many others. He’s such a sweet guy and hasn’t once asked to join. I was thinking… maybe it would be fun to play with him some tonight.”

“Whatever.” Josh pulled his arm back and opened the door to the bedroom.

It was a plain bedroom with only a bed in the middle of the room and a table next to it with lube, condoms, and a few toys. Standing in each corner of the room were bright studio lights all pointing towards the bed. A simple desk was pushed up against the wall with a computer monitor on top, displaying the feed and chat box for the show that was about to start.

The Transformation of Hannah Part 1 [MF] [Fingering] [Handjob]

The maroon van sputtered as it pulled under the carport in front of the church. Hannah and her friends piled out of the hot vehicle and into the air-conditioned building. The young people had been informed to text their parents a half hour ago to make sure their rides would arrive on time. Most of the parents were already in the newly paved parking lot by the time the van pulled in. She informed her youth pastor that she would wait with her boyfriend Chris until his parents came. The not unattractive man with salt and pepper hair nodded his acceptance of the explanation and went about his business putting the van away and eventually leaving in his own car. Hannah hugged her friends goodbye one by one as Chris made jokes with his.

When the last of them left with parents or their own cars Chris strolled over to the girl he had been dating for the past 3 months. Hannah straighten her green tank top as she felt him approach. They had planned the whole thing out. Chris would tell his parents that Hannah was going to give him a ride home. Hannah would tell her parents she was going to Chris’s house after they got back. This would give them plenty of time alone in the church. They had only flirted and hinted to each other what they were going to do. They had only had random “make out” sessions up to this point and they knew that whatever was going to happen today would be more than just kissing.

(fantasty) picking up a sexy hitchhiker

I always fantasized about picking up a hot chick walking with with her thumb out, hitchhiking and fucking her way cross country.

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Me on my way across state, see a hot chick, sweating in the sun, walking with her thumb out, so I pull over and pick her up to be (you know ?)”chivalrous”.

She climbs in fanning herself, looks smoking hot with very nice breast with lots of cleavage, a nice sexy ass in high cut off jeans, the most beautiful dick sucking lips I have ever seen.

And we chat for a bit when she starts talking about her plans, she’s on her way to Florida or something for spring break or something, and thought it would be hot to hitchhike and fuck her way across country, and looks me in the eyes and says “by the unwritten rules of the road(Gas, Grass, or Ass)”.

As she’s saying this, she turns to me leaning over giving me a eye full of all that beautiful tit flesh and sliding over and putting her hand on my upper thigh and giving me a seductive squeeze.

Alice’s Closet Part 12 [MFF, no incest this part]

Claire waited patiently outside after texting Emily she was there. Moments later, a very tall, lean, pale, red haired woman wearing a light blue nightgown opened the door. She smiled before waving Claire in. The house was dark but Claire knew her way around and easily lead the way to Emily’s bedroom.

Once inside, Emily closed the door and tackled Claire to the bed without warning. They both giggled as they wiggled further up the bed and began playing with each other, only able to see each other in the dim moonlight peeking through the window. Emily’s height meant she had to straddle Claire by her legs in order to lean down to kiss her neck. Hands quickly dove under Claire’s shirt, wasting no time in finding each of her pink nubs and pinching both. Claire moaned as Emily began twisting more and more.

“Where’s Sam,” Claire asked in baited breath.

“Putting the kids to bed,” Emily mumbled against Claire’s neck. One of Emily’s hands left Claire’s chest and glided down until it went under her shorts. “God you’re so wet.”

“Anticipation,” was all Claire could mutter as Emily’s fingers felt over her clit.

My Heart’s Desire [Str8] [f4MMM] [buk] [fantasy] [reluc]

My name is Rachel. When I was 18, in my freshman year of college, I had a dream. In this dream, a woman asked me a simple question: “If I could give you your heart’s true desire, would you want it?” “Yes,” I said. She then gave me instructions: “Go to the library tomorrow, two hours before it closes, and sit in the corner closest to where the sun sets. The librarian will ask if she can help you. You should say, ‘I’m looking for a new view.’ She will walk away and leave you alone until it is time for closing. At closing time, she will ask you if you are still looking for a new view. If you want your heart’s desire to be given to you, answer ‘Yes.’ Do you have any questions?” Hesitantly, I asked, “Why the library? Why librarians?” She looked at me with a confused face and shrugged. “Also, let me just confirm some things: You are 5’6, 110 pounds, 34a, white skin, brown hair, and green eyes? And your favorite color is green? And you inserted 18 sharpies into your pussy for your 18th birthday?” Sheepishly, I answered “yes” to all her questions. “Okay then! Time to wake up!” And with that, I woke up.

When she made love to the shore [F] [mast]

There was once a girl who lived near a roaring seashore, adorned with tall palm trees and hills that decorated the vista. The sun shined at an angle, peaking through the few white clouds that floated away into the horizon.

She gently walked across the beach, the wind howled in tandem with the ocean. The wind would pull strands of her black, messy long hair across her face, which she would tuck behind her ear in annoyance. A pink hibiscus lay pinned in her hair, right behind her left ear. Perhaps a fake one, but pretty enough to complement her sleek body. Her tanned skin was covered in a dull black sleeveless crop top, with her back glistening bare, through a net of strings that explored her behind, and held that top together. And a dark red skirt, with subtle pleats, amply covering her thighs. The skirt hardly stayed put against the amorous winds. Her breasts were chastily hidden, but the fact that they were big enough to droop low, almost wanting to kiss the earth, did not help the unmarried, or even the married men to not steal a peak. She walked barefoot, leaving trails in sand that would vanish as soon as the bustling waves sucked them in, as they flowed back and forth.