May Grows Up pt. 5 [MF, mF, Fm, mf, inc, oral]

When the kids got back to their campsite they found it empty and went in
and turned the TV on again. They didn’t have a long wait before the adults
arrived and, as they didn’t offer the kids any explanation as to where they
had been, the kids didn’t ask for one because they didn’t want to be asked
what they’d been up to either.

That evening at supper Sarah told them all that she had talked with May’s
mother, Ruth, on the phone earlier that day and that she would be arriving
the next day, probably sometime after lunch. After supper they all went to
the swimming pool again, the cool water feeling so pleasant as the children
splashed and played together until being joined by Bunny soon after getting
into the water.

CAMPING TRIP CURIOSITIES [MM]

(First time posting so be gentle)

Alright. I’ll admit. I wasn’t thinking. Somehow I had convinced you and a few other friends to go camping during the hottest time of the year. So needless to say……it was hot………really hot.

And in my haste to get up here, I accidentally packed the one man tent rather then the big one. Which means you and I were going to be sleeping in “close quarters”…….really close actually.

I had had a few beers, and was sprawled out in only my boxer shorts on the top of my sleeping bag when I heard you unzip the tent door and come crawling in. I had a good buzz going. My mind was slightly foggy and my head was heavy. I was ready for bed. We had agreed that due to the heat , we would both be sleeping in our underwear at night. After all we were bros and its not like either of us havent seen each other in our underwear or much less before.

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Postapocalyptic Passion [FF][Apocalyptic]

Miriam had always considered kissing other women or better yet having sex with them as really weird. Not really the ‘it’s unnatural’ angle, rather the ‘not my kind of tea’ one. It had taken a collapse of society, a civil war with even less people winning than a normal one and a year of living a life as a scavenger to change her opinion, but now it was thoroughly changed.

Maybe it had been coming to the realization that having sex with another woman was far less ‘having sex’ and far more ‘playing around, giggling and having a great time’. It was seeing who could keep a straight head for longer, finding the perfect spot to massage with her fingers and trying to get a moan to escape from the other’s lips.

In short it was a really fun experience, and this time was no different. The sunlight had started to disappear slowly and they were hunkered down on the penthouse floor of a once highly expensive apartment complex. That was the beautiful thing about the state of the world, just years ago both Miriam and Jenny would have been stopped at the front gate had they even bothered trying to get inside. These days? No one cared if they wanted to race each other to the very top, then get naked together and spend the night acting as if they owned the place.

May Grows Up pt. 4 [MF, mF, Fm, mf, inc, oral]

When the pair in the next room had dressed and gone, May quickly relieved
her bladder and headed back to their camp, finding Sarah stretched out on a
lounge chair looking totally relaxed. Dan slept in the hammock and Jack and
Sally were sitting on the couch, which folded away during the day, in the
vehicle watching TV. Sally told her that she’d indicated to him that they’d
watched him and Bunny at it.

“Say, what took you so long to get back from the bathroom?” Sally asked.

May hesitated, then told them about seeing Bunny’s dad screw Sarah, both
finding it diffiicult to believe their cousin, at first.

“Wow, I knew Mom seemed hot to trot, but I thought it was only for Dad,”
said Jack.

“Well, why wouldn’t she want it?” Sally said. “After all, you want to get
into every girl’s pants that you meet.”

“Oh, I think it’s fantastic,” Jack replied.

“Yeah, so I see,” she answered drily, looking at his bulging crotch. “And
so soon after Bunny, too.”

Jack laughed and reached down to rub his hardon through his pants.

The Slutmaker 5: Mandy’s Loses It [Inc] [Mdom] [anal]

This is the 5th chapter in my story, previous chapters can be found in my post history or the comments. Suggestions welcome.

 

Alex stares down at his beautiful little sister, savouring the moment. His Mom lies naked face down in front of him, literrally fucked into unconsciousness, her sweaty limbs sprawled out, her gaping asshole occasionally farts out a small amount of his cum which drools down over her cunt, pooling on the bedsheet. Over the years he had fucked countless girls and women, but none of his conquests had been as sweet or as brutal as pounding each of his mother’s fuckholes into complete submission, and he realised with startling clarity that every woman he had ever fucked had been a subsitute for his mother, and every girl a substitute for his sister. A large gob of pearly precum forms at the end of his cock, and his sister tries to raise her head to slurp it from him, but instead he pins her head to the bed, forcing her to wait patiently as the dollop of thick cum slowly stretches, finally dropping down into her waiting mouth. Mandy moans and licks her lips, a tiny shudder running through her petite body. A true cumslut, just like her mother.

Stuck in the office [feet]

So, I’m going around the office, mid-afternoon, trying to chase down a bad network cable. I notice that Karina’s office is empty, so I duck in there to see if she’s kicked a cable out of its socket again. I’m slightly relieved that she’s elsewhere – I find her *very* attractive, way out of my league, and I’m always rather tongue-tied around her. A good shorthand comparison would be Annie Clarke – athletic, leggy, blonde and fiercely intelligent. She politely ignores my existence, like most people do with IT geeks.

Her office only has room for two desks, hers and Marissa’s, placed back to back. I clamber underneath to look for the cables, which are naturally tangled up all to hell. Just as I find a candidate plug and start to wonder which socket it came from, I hear her walk into the office, chatting on her cellphone. I almost bang my head on the underside of the desk, and start to blush deeply as I realise what a position I’m in – she clearly hasn’t seen me. I want to speak up – what would I say? – but it’s too late, she’s sat in her chair and swivelled her legs under the desk, still talking. Something stops me from interrupting her, as the conversation is sounding a little bit intimate; I don’t doubt her boyfriend is some ultra-stud who doesn’t lurk under womens’ desks.

Training in the Office[Mf][nonconsentual][training][edging]

I writhed alone in bed, filled with burning need. My pussy was wet, soaked through. My naked skin slid against the sheets as I squirmed, further stimulating me. My right hand began to inch towards my wanting pussy before I snatched it back. Not allowed. I whimpered loudly, begging someone who couldn’t hear me. How did this happen?

***

Earlier that day, I walked into my work at the main psychiatrists office in town, the morning sleepiness still clouding my mind. I was rubbing my sleepy eyes–I had woken up too late to put on makeup–when I ran directly into someone. My bag clattered to the floor, spilling its contents.
I dropped to my knees and began quickly collecting my things while apologizing, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

When I looked up at him, I had to crane my neck. He was tall, even accounting for my position on the floor. He had a smirk on his face, and reached down a hand to help me up. As I took it, he commented, “That’s alright. Got a bit of a sleepy start this morning, huh?” He had a slightly amused experession on his face, and I blushed a little. I looked like I had just rilled out of bed, with my frizzy hair and no makeup on.

Superbowl Party Turned Oral Orgy [MMMMMMF] [gangbang] [buk] [oral] [anal] [mast]

My buddy Chris has a Superbowl party every year. We order pizza and wings and everyone brings drinks and we’re set.

This year, a woman joined the mix, which wasn’t a big deal. But in an effort to set the tone early, she assured us we didn’t have to hold back any lewd comments about our girlfriends or wives.

We laughed it off and then one of the guys explained he was recently single. As we talked, we realized every single one of us, including the new girl, Margot.

“You French or something?” Mark asked Margot.

“I am not,” she said with a laugh.

“Too bad. I heard French girls like piss. That true?”

She laughed. “Well, I’m not French, so … I guess I wouldn’t know.”

“Do YOU like piss?” Margot asked.

“I … uh …” Mark stammered. “I don’t know. What? Why?”

“Well, you asked if I liked piss. I mean, if I’ve been out all day holding it in and I’ve really gotta pee, then, yeah, I love piss. But I assume you meant sexually. Like, do I like to be peed on. I’ve never thought about it. But you obviously have. Do you like to be peed on?”

Were ch.2 [MM] [fantasy] [inc] (no underage) [Mdom] (bear/otter dad/son)

It all happened so fast, and motivated mainly by instinctive drives. The older men of my family had told me about it many times, but it always left me confused. They reassured me that it was one of those things that didn’t make a lot of sense until it happened.

I was still in awe though. Four nights ago I’d picked up a stranger at a bar under the overwhelming urge to own him and transform him. I’d fucked him over and over that night, at least half a dozen times. Since then I’d followed the advice I’d heard the older men of my family give me many times: I’d kept him in a dark room, in a nest of blankets, keeping him warm with my body. They’d told me not to do anything with him sexually, but I found instinctively that I only wanted to comfort him. I’d fed him rare meat- lots of it, his appetite was incredible. On time-honoured instructions, I gave him heavy cream mixed with my cum, which he guzzled like a drowning man. My cock was getting sore from jacking off enough to keep him hydrated.

Spying on the Girl Downstairs [M] [f] [voy] [mast] [oral] [anal] [pee] [squirt] [cum swallow]

A few nights a week, I’d dig out a cigar and go for a walk, always making sure to stop by the girl’s basement apartment. I could always see in and constantly prayed for a glimpse. I’d seen her on the street and she was a goddess — thick, muscular thighs, large breasts, great posture, blonde hair, ice blue eyes.

But I wanted to see more. I wanted to see her naked, walking around her apartment. After a few months, I got her schedule down. She’d come home around 730pm every night and would take a shower. I knew she was showering because she’d crack the window open and the steam would rush out. I’d linger, pretending to check my phone or re-light my cigar.

Eventually, she’d come out of the shower in a towel, but she’d step behind a closet door to change. She never closed the curtains, though, so I kept hoping that one day, I’d get a glimpse.

And one day, I did. I lingered around 7:55pm, waiting for her to come out of the shower. During that time, I did have to relight my cigar, which sent up a huge cloud of smoke.