Category: sexystories

/r/#for the ladies#F/MMM/[anal][oral] /NSFW/

A Woman wrote this, it was just too long but really hot , i “kind-of” aranged it to make it shorter and to the point,

between my wet pussy lips. He found my love button and worked it gently in rhythm with my soft moans. When he sensed I was really feeling it, he eased his hard cock inside me and pressed deeper. Rory and Emilio were still massaging and kissing my breasts as I worked their cocks as best I could in this position, but I knew they would want a turn in Tim’s position too.
The two slipped away when they sensed that Tim was ready to climax, and they came back a few moments later with a pair of yoga mats that they had found in the other room. They laid the mats down under the shower spray and eased me away from Tim now that he had shot his load. Emilio lay face up on one of the mats and held my hand as I straddled him and eased my body over his stiff shaft. I was as aroused as I can ever remember as I felt his thick member slide deeper inside, and as I looked up, Rory had set the second mat on the floor and had kneeled down so that his engorged cock was just a few inches from my face. I leaned forward and pulled him closer so that I could take him in my mouth. After a few awkward lurches, we developed a soothing rhythm as I slid my pussy lips up and down Emilio’s penis while I worked Rory’s shaft with my lips and tongue. Read more »

The Goddess [FFFFFFF] [harem] [oral] [fantasy]

The sound of hot water, gently trickling into itself, fills the space. The bathhouse of the Goddess is a haze of steam, the low, flickering light of torches almost swallowed by the thick clouds of vapour. Everything is warm. Soft. Inviting. The open air adds a touch of coolness, but the glimmering pool of water is so hot, and the steam so thick and heavy, that the chill of midnight is banished far away, a full moon hanging in a velvet sky the only visible reminder.

If someone were to enter the bathhouse now, they would hear that same trickling of water as it spouts from hidden, magical nooks to roll gently through the bath itself. At a glance, the bath might seem empty, wreathed as it is in impenetrable steam, but stepping within would reveal the truth.

A quiet chorus of sound begins to tickle one’s ears a little deeper into the enclosure. Water, disturbed by movement. Quiet, but widespread. The sort of whispering susurrations you might expect from a forest caught in a light wind. The muffled sound of fluttering, uneven breathing. The occasional gasp, sweet and light like the kiss of a fairy. Read more »

The Wedding [Mf], [light bdsm]

This is part of a series of stories my wife and I are writing, documenting our forays into bdsm over the last year or so. This one is actually a combination of several evenings, rolled into one story for better flow. Feedback is welcome.

Mila sat in her chair, barely listening to the sappy speech from the groom’s brother and best man.  Ok, we get it, your little brother is amazing, She thought, Wrap it up.  She was happy enough for the newlyweds, and the ceremony had been nice, but at the moment she didn’t care about any of that – she was completely focused on him.  

Her Sir sat halfway turned from her in his chair, respectfully listening to the speech.  He held a half-full flute of champagne in his left hand. His right wrist rested on Mila’s knee, a couple of his fingers lightly touching her calf.  A slight tingle radiated from each point of contract, as if she were brushing against bare wires on a low voltage circuit. Read more »

Dancing In The Dark [MFM] [Bi] [mast][voy][exh]

Nestled amongst grand green hills washed in sunlight was a vineyard belonging to a Blake Castle. The Blanket Estate had been his since the ‘70s and the older he got, the more time he spent out there. It was isolated but close enough. That is where I was heading. I knew he would be there. Blake went to the vineyard to get peace. He almost never took anybody out there. Was he going to mind? I didn’t tell him I was coming. As I pulled up, I felt hesitation. I saw him pottering around the back deck, sweeping actually. How domesticated. The winds had been high and torn quite a few of the shrubs to pieces. Was this a good idea? He saw the car and ran towards me.

*“Kitty…what are you doing here, I heard a car and thought what the hell…no one ever visits me here. My muse…something must be wrong. I hardly ever have a soul come out here and visit me other than the kids.”*

*“Frank is scaring me and I cannot deal with anybody.”*

*“Not even Seth or Stephen?”*

*“No, Blake. I had to get away from everybody.”* Read more »

/r/blown by a ghost ? [/MW/G] [BJ]/[BJ]/NSFW [fantasy] [big time]

” I watched as she pulled my shorts down releasing my stiffening cock. It grew with every beat of my heart which was starting to beat faster. I could see her looking at it and a smile crossed her face. It throbbed and was fully erect. I tried to move, but I was pinned to the bed. Not restrained, but I just couldn’t move a muscle, well, no muscle but one. Her mouth went lower. I saw her pink tongue dart out and tease the tip of my cock. I was starting to leak a little pre cum, she took it in one swipe of her tongue, leaving a little wetness from her tongue. The feeling was exquisite. I couldn’t move, but didn’t feel like I wanted to. I could see everything before me. She looked at me and then took me full into her mouth, closing her lips around as she went down on my dick, taking it all into her mouth, sucking hard as she slowly let it come out covered in her wet saliva.
Her hands were on either side of my hips as her head bobbed up and down. Occasionally she would look up into my eyes and suck even harder. I started to feel the excitement of an orgasm start to swell up, but she stopped for a moment, lay my cock down with her hand until the feeling diminished some and then she began again. This dance of bringing me to the brink of cumming and pulling back went on for several turns, I guess it is like a tantric session, but then she went back to her fabulous sucking and tonguing of my rock hard dick. This time I felt the urge begin and she didn’t stop, but continued even faster. I started to squirt, and her mouth covered my cock completely, taking it all in. I came like I had never cum before, wave after wave. I felt like I could pass out. If I had been awake.
She lifted her head, swallowed and stood up. Her naked body was gorgeous in the moonlight. Erect nipples, a taut torso and a full bush between her legs, I guess you might call it ‘classic beauty’ like you see in a marble statue. She turned and walked away, her fine ass wiggling as I watched.

Simple country couple working out baby making in the 1950s [FM,preg][OC]

We had waited til marriage, it’s our way.

I love Billy, not too bright and plain looking but kind of heart, a hard worker from an honourable family. Many had sought to court me, I don’t mind saying I’m quite fortunate to have the features God blessed me with. Long chestnut hair, pale skin with blue eyes and heavy lips.
I could’ve chosen any of them, but I chose Billy to the delight of his dear mother. A simple woman with great love. Many mocked me for “marrying low” they called it. None of them know what a good father and husband is, I know, my father was a good man and together I can be the mind for the things Billy lacks.

There’s a problem. We’ve been married six months and I’m still not with child. He’s held me every night and still no baby. We’re doing something wrong, either nobody ever thought, or were too embarrassed to teach us how it works.
Every night he holds me in his arms, he’s so strong. My world is reassured when Billy holds me. He kisses me tenderly and waves of excitement roll over my entire body, especially in my breasts and deep in my bowels. I wet my undergarments, it’s not wee, it’s something else. I ban barely sleep with the excitement but I don’t know what we’re supposed to do. Read more »

teacher’s pet [mf] [ageplay] [gentle femdom]

Tommy had always been the teacher’s pet, from ever since he was a kid till now, with high school graduation right around the corner. While ever other senior was skipping school and partying, Tommy was spending his last month of high school in class. His last class of the day was Psychology, with his favourite teacher, Miss Carter.

With it being the last class of the day and Psychology being a boring subject, naturally the attendance started to dwindle off, until it was just Tommy and Miss Carter.

“So, I guess its just you and me left here” she said with a laugh.

“I guess so” tommy said, smiling back at her. They had grown very close during the last few classes, and he really loved spending time with Miss Carter. After all, she ticked all the boxes for him: tall, big breasts, tight ass, a gentle voice and a firm, demanding personality. Not to mention how much attention she gave him; Miss Carter loved flirting with him. It started off with a few gentle touches on the arm, then moved onto some headrubs and soft whispers of “you’re such a good boy” to ‘accidental’ brushes across her tits. Miss Carter Read more »

My Sweet Little Pt. 1 [MF][D/s]

He stood in the doorway, light shining from behind, the only visible feature was a silhouette in the door frame. She could see the whip dangling from his hand making her legs tremble with anticipation. Collared and bound to the headboard, she stared as he approached. He smacked his leg as he approached her before reaching the edge of the bed where he laid the whip down. Crawling towards her he watched as her pale skin glimmered in the moonlight shining in from a drawn back curtain. Her pale green eyes met his as he sat on his knees in front of her. He stared her up and down for a few moments before leaning in and hovering millimeters from her face.

She longed to touch him, his breath meeting her lips made her salivate as she patiently waited for his touch. Finally, their lips meet, tongues collide as one of his hands slipped behind her head, tugging firmly on her hair pulling her head back. Her soft skin erupted in goosebumps as the other hand softly slid down her side over her ribs, partially tickling, making her quiver. She exhales a long breath as she closed her eyes. Read more »

Throat Fuck Fourway, PT 1 [mmff] [masturbation] [oral]

Brandy and Jessica were best friends in high school who discovered their interest in boys at the same time. Curious, they’d pull up videos on the internet to learn the ins and outs of sex. Ironically, they both fell in love with Thomas Elliot, a senior to their junior. Instead of doing what most caddy girls would do, they decided to have a threesome with him.

They drifted apart after college, only to reunite as young adults when they discovered they both lived and worked in Manhattan. So, they made plans to grab drinks and picked up right where they left off, laughing and catching up.

After a few too many, they started to reminisce about the good ol’ days, like the time they watched each other masturbate to see if their technique was the same. It was. As they grew, their interest in sex exploded and they’d often find themselves masturbating while watching porn on their laptops.

“Do you remember the road trip?” Brandy asked.

“Oh my god, yes. YES!” Read more »

Blink [les][ffm]

It begins, as things do, in a bar. This is where you work, six nights out of seven, in a small town at the South Eastern extremity of Spain. The bar is garishly decorated with British flags, punk memorabilia, and football scarves. The sign above the door reads “The Crown and Piper”, but the successive garblings of Spanish regulars have renamed it to Pepe’s. Self-consciously billed as an “English pub”, the bar is, in reality, an American style sports bar with soccer playing on large screens, and an extensive selection of bottled ales. Shunned by the ex-pat community it was design to attract, Pepe’s is unironically adored by a hard core of Spanish students and elderly regulars.

It is Thursday evening, and you are serving a young American sat alone at the bar.

You lead him through the beer menu with professional elan, deciding on Tea, “a light, golden ale with grassy notes” and you match his warm smiles with your own. He is dressed in a navy blue t-shirt and has short cropped hair. He has a cross of St Christopher around his neck. You are keenly aware of how snugly the shirt fits his body. He is built like a runner, or a gymnast. He is lean and hard. Read more »