It was Friday after school, and Rob and Dean were supposed to stay overnight. I was showing them my pink cheekies as was my routine the past several weeks. But instead of being told I can pull my jeans up, Dean asked “so Heather, if Tim can make you pull your jeans down or your shirt up, what else can he make you do?”. It was a setup. It was pretty obvious that Timmy already told Rob and Dean and they just wanted to hear me say it. I played along hoping it earned me more lenient treatment. I said “Timmy gets to decide what, if anything, I’m allowed to wear. I also have a selection of discipline butt plugs he may make me wear.” All three boys looked excited. Timmy said “Let’s start with you wearing just those underpants Heather”. I had a feeling I was in for a long evening, but with the authority given to Timmy, I had no choice. Who knows what mom would do if I disobeyed. Soon I was in nothing but my panties giving my younger brother’s friends their first look at real boobies.
Category: sexystories
Mothers First Time[MF(F/f)f][Voy][nc][preg]
~[Hello! This is one of the first real stories I wrote so please tell me if it’s good and maybe give a rating? Tell me what’s good and bad about it pretty please?]~
It’s late at night, your mom thought you went to sleep hours ago but you hadn’t. You couldn’t have when your young little cunt was dripping wet and yearning to be filled. You were in your room shoving some of your toys in there trying to satisfy this urge, the whole time feeling ashamed and unnatural, due to your moms prudishness and the whole taboo around sex, as you played with yourself, even squeezing your growing tits and playing with your nipples. You even gagged yourself with your bedpost at the corner of your bed, confused as to why you were putting it in your mouth, you imagined it was something else but what? You didn’t know what was so fun to suck on but you knew it was something boys liked, as in your tiny cute little head you imagined being praised, or made fun and ashamed of for sucking on it.
Found her in hell [MF] [fantasy][nc][torture]
You don’t know what you’ve done to deserve this, but here you are, in hell. Maybe you do know, you didn’t believe in any higher power, and the excessive masturbation sure didn’t help. But how did you die? Was it a heart attack from all the stress of being a failure, or did you jump in front of a car during one of your psychotic episodes? You don’t know, and maybe it doesn’t matter. The results would have been the same anyway.
At first you got some generic torture. Lava, heat, poking, but it is said that in the end you’ll only be tortured in one way… let’s hope it’s not in a bad way. Maybe you hope it will be in a good way.
So let’s skip the story forward.
For your final punishment, you will be thrown into a pit filled with needles, and some spikes were thrown in for good measure. But what’s this there is already someone in your pit. A girl totally naked, but so are you and everyone else in hell, clothing would give too much protection against the elements of this place.
Peeping Country Retreat part 5 (MFf) [oral] [anal] [threesome]
Tom woke in the dark. He could hear crickets outside his dark blue window. Stumbling through the dark he found his way to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. The light nearly blinded him and made him squint his eyes as they adjusted.
*Oooh. I feel so weird. What did they do to me?* He thought as he rummaged for a snack.
Finding a gatorade in the fridge and a bag of beef jerky, feeling weakness in his legs, he sat on the bench on the front porch and looked at the moon, a waxing gibbous. It bathed the hills and trees in a faint blue. He listened to the creek gurgling. He drank the cool, sweet beverage and ate briefly. As his wits returned to him he began thinking about Ruby and Veronika. He thought about seeing them naked and wondered if they would do this every night.
*This trip rules… Why would they do that, though… Nothing better than seeing two hot young vixens pleasure me in the buff… How did I get here? What time is it?*
Peeping Country Retreat part 4 (MFfff) [voy] [exh] [tease] [oral] [lesbian] [threesome]
Feeling the sun beating down from directly above, he could see the edge of the pool and darted between trees and hid behind bushes. Peering inside windows as he moved, making sure no one saw him, he stopped dead at one window on his way to the pool.
Inside, he could see Ruby holding Veronika’s head by her hair. A nude Veronika sat kneeling on the same ottoman he saw the previous night with her ass pointed directly facing him out the window. Ruby pet Veronika’s bare buttocks and kept a tight grip on her hair. After a moment Helena approached wearing her flimsy shirt dress. She spanked Veronika’s naked ass with an audible pop. Her ass jiggled. A red impression of Helena’s hand appeared in her flesh.
He watched transfixed and wide-eyed. Helena kept spanking her. Veronika started moaning and crying out, trying to squirm, but Ruby held her head firmly, unrelenting in her grip.
*Wow. This is hot. What is going on?* He thought as he peered in the window.
[FM] My Best Friend and my Owner [fdom] [huml] [reluc]
Keira was standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes. Her dress fell and touched on points of her to just indicate the soft curves beneath. She glanced to me when I came back in.
“Is everyone gone?”
“Yep. I just forgot my book.”
Keira had a sometimes sarcastic, sometimes faux-fed up, teasing tone that she used to rib you and joke with you. It was always barely concealing a layer of glee and affection–it was to show that she liked you enough to bother teasing you rather than being polite. It was immensely likable. In a blip of that tone she said, teasing, “Excuses for extra time with me.”
Which I knew was a joke, and not her actually requesting more time with me. It was late. We were tired. I laughed, picked up the book and turned back to the door. “Got it. Thanks again Keira, that was so, so fun hanging out with everyone.”
She’d turned from the sink and was grinning, “Ian, have you ever had a girlfriend?” *Teasing*.
[MF] A Cold Summers Night
It had been a long, hot day when Ethan got back into the house. This was to be expected – after all summer in Queensland is typically on the wrong side of 35 degrees for comfort. He brushed the dirt off his boots and took them off and placed them on the patio. The patio was well weathered, in desperate need of a coat of paint, but had that country charm that is so often associated with older houses of its generation.
“I’ll add paint the patio to the list” Ethan murmured to himself as he ran his rough hands down the grey, splintering column next to his boots. “And probably a good sanding too.”
Looking out across the front paddock that stretched to the main road at the end of the long driveway, he could just stand there and smile. It had been a good season so far with plenty of rain and corn was over head height with a good chance of getting a decent yield for once. Turning towards the front door his nose was the first thing to turn off from the day – alerted by a smell of fresh bread drifting out of the kitchen. Ethan walked down the hall, his mismatched sock covered feet making little noise on the polished hardwood floors. Halfway down the hall, walking past dozens of photos hanging on the wooden walls put there by three generations, Ethan turned the corner into the study, or as Emma called it – her “Sanctuary”.
My Discipline – Part 7 [m/f] [Humiliation]
Timmy wasted no time trying out his newly vested authority over me. A few days after the dinner mom announced it, Timmy said “Rob and Dean are coming over. I want you to be polite and accommodating. I don’t plan on making you show off, but be anything less than pleasant and I’ll make you sorry”. I nodded. His two close buddies from school arrived a little while later. Mom had gone out for a while. I’d known Rob and Dean for years, but never really talked to them other than pleasantries about school or the weather.
They were in the living room playing video games for a while before I heard Timmy yell “hey Heather, can you come in here?”. I come into the room. I have on a grey tee shirt with an American flag colored heart on the front. I had on jeans, and my dark brown wavy hair was in a pony tail. I wasn’t sure what to expect but I put on my best fake smile and cheery disposition and said “hi guys. How’s things? Did you call my name Timmy?”. Timmy said “yeah, Rob didn’t believe I was your boss now. Will you tell him?”. I sighed. Then I said “well….its pretty much true. When our mom isn’t home Timmy is in charge. I am apparently not as responsible even though I’m older. So I guess you could say Timmy is my boss at the moment”. Rob said “how do we know she isn’t just playing along?”. Dean piped up saying “yeah, if it’s true Tim, tell her to do something”. I wished they hadn’t challenged Timmy, but I knew he’d be more than eager to demonstrate his position over me.
Morals or Money? [mF] [Inc] [Exh]
((This was written in the form of comments in r/DirtyWritingPrompts, which would explain the formatting and 10k character limit between the parts. But I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it.))
**Prompt: Mom and son volunteer to be contestants on a controversial game Show, in which they must perform increasingly sexual acts for big cash prizes**
(Part 1)
“Uh oh, is Jimmy getting a boner?!”
A blaring alarm rang as red strobe lights bathed the set of Morals or Money?. The sound of the klaxon was drowned out only by the cheers of the studio audience. The charismatic but ultimately antagonistic host, Dale Dewitt, didn’t help as he egged the audience to be louder, waving his arms and pointing to the contestants. The cameras zoomed in to Jimmy’s face as his eyes clenched shut, then to the only article of clothing he had on: his boxer-covered crotch. It did indeed appear to suddenly look tighter. His mother was standing in front of him, her own eyes shut tight from embarrassment, as she stood bare-chested before her own son while he had his hands over her ample breasts.
[MF,MF] Strangers in the Rain
Steph closed her book and placed it on the dash. The light was starting to dim now in the late afternoon as the car moved along the highway, the light flicking as they passed trees and tall fields of sugar cane. Looking out the window there was the occassional flash of lightning off in the distance. She looked across at Zack who was looking forward at the road, casually leaning back in the driver’s seat with one hand on the 12 o’clock position on the wheel.
“Finished your book?” Zack asked.
“No, just finished the chapter. It’s getting too dark to read now. How are you going?” Steph asked.
“By car.” Zack laughed. Steph did not. Sensing the joke bombed, Zack continued. “I’m going well, sun’s been off the car now for some time now and at least it isn’t so hot coming in through the windows. We’re only about 150kms away from the hotel now so couple of hours and we’ll be there. Pretty sure it will rain before then though”.
Steph looked around the outside of the car. It has certainly been a hot day – almost 43 degrees at one point, so she figured a good thunderstorm would be a welcome change.