[mF] “Headstrong, but not wrong”

f"It's so cool to talk to you….as a grown up." Siddy beamed at Ms. Han as he had eighteen years ago. She had aged with grace, now at home in American suburbia. She'd been so exotic to him in sixth grade, an Asian who spoke in the kind of British accent people in his grandmother's books on tape sounded like. She'd been a recent transplant from the UK, he never knew why she had chosen to move to his town. A smile broke across her face, "Sid, you're still trying to get me to give you that gold star again, aren't you?" He blushed, his practiced macho-laid-back-cool floundered and he took a big, noisy sip of his water.

Years ago, she'd given him a gold star, one was given per class of 30, for writing a poem about the sadness of watching migratory birds leave. It had not been an assignment, he'd done it to impress her. She'd worn a low cut dress that day, pink with red petals embroidered on it. She'd hugged him when she pinned the star on his pocket, then talked to the class about the romantic poets, about the importance of emotion and intuition and nurturing one's soul. He'd scarcely heard her, his blood pounded in his veins and his knees felt weak. Her mild perfume drove him to frenzy and only the glare of 30 of his most judgemental peers kept him from popping a full erection as she spoke about her passions and her breasts gently heaved…

Temper and Ackles Dairy Company [lactation][milking][scifi]

The elevator hissed as it came to a halt. The doors opened revealing a tall woman, her blonde hair tied back in a tight bun. A pair of sharp looking glasses adorned her face. A name tag pinned to her lab coat read "DR. CALIMORE", but that was hardly the first thing you noticed about her chest. Her ample cleavage poked out through her lab coat, and judging by the way it was securely fastened around her, one might guess there was nothing underneath it. It was also long enough to suggest that there was nothing below her waist either, save for a professional looking pair of black high heels. Armed with a clipboard, she led a group of younger looking people out of the elevator onto the steel floor of the factory.

The time I made a fantasy into a reality [Str8][MFM]

This is a story about how I made an innocent bedroom fantasy into a reality in Las Vegas.

My wife and I have been married now for 5 years. We are in our early 30s. She's sexy 5'6 with double dd's and an ass that literally swallows up her thongs/g-strings.

Anyways so we went to Las Vegas 2 years ago to celebrate her birthday. We have both expressed fantasies and scenarios about having a 3rd person join in but never thought it would actually happen.

On our 2nd night we went to this club called XS. She wore a super short black dress that would hike up when she sat down or crossed her legs. The dress also had these flimsy straps that barely kept her tits in place but nonetheless she looked smoking hot that night

We were drinking quite a bit while we got ready so that we didn't have to spend a ton of money on drinks at the club. I was feeling bold and frisky so I dared my wife not to wear anything under her dress.

End of one journey, start of another [f/F] [exh] [voy] [oral] [lesb]

I should make it clear. I've always been comfortable with my body. If you told me to strip completely naked right now, I would do it without hesitation. I've always been like that. When I was younger, I was always the first to get naked as soon as I got home, and go skinny dipping by the lake. Similarly, from my teen years, I was comfortable stripping naked in a locker room, then walking bare to the showers, with around 50 teen girls witnessing my body. Of course I got comments like "slut", "whore", "no shame", did I care? No, if I want to be nude, I will be nude, everyone else can deal with it however they want. Of course, as I got to my mid-teenage years, with the arrival of alcohol and parties, me getting naked got a lot more prevalent not just at school, and boys would notice this, then act. More often than not, I was happy to end up pleasing a guy. This gave me a reputation, but once again it did not concern me. By the time I was 18, I was just finishing my higher education, getting ready for university, and had been sexually active for 3 years (if you hadn't have guessed yet, I am a free spirit). Around that time, my feelings started to change. The change started at a location I've already mentioned; the gym locker rooms. Although I was not having lessons, I would go to the school gym after school. One day, after a work out session, I ran into my ex gym teacher Miss Bellerose in the locker room. She also frequently used the gym after school. She was in her early 30s, yet by her looks could have been mistaken for a pupil, she had blonde hair, a statuesque 5'11 height, with long legs and a toned body. All of the boys in my class would always comment on her attractiveness, and I could now see why, as she came in with a low cut top, exposing her navel, and hot pants, she always seemed to be smiling too. Her look admittedly contrasted mine, I was a petite brunette, who could only hope to have a body as toned as hers. "Hey Laura! How are you doing?" She said in her usual happy tone. "Oh hey there miss Bellerose, I'm good thank you." "Please Laura, you're almost leaving to university soon, call me Amber. By the way, how are your studies going?" "Great thanks, should get into Peterson university" "That's great, I actually went there myself! Great for the parties if you get what I mean. Sorry I shouldn't be telling you that. But let's just say, you discover a lot about yourself there…" she replied in a sly tone. "Ok well I better go hit the showers, of course now with you leaving, I can speak to you as person to person, so we can continue our talk there if you want?" Was she serious? Was my ex gym teacher really suggesting that I could come and shower with her. Given she'd seen me nude many times in the locker room, and I had actually once asked her a question whilst completely nude, but I still couldn't believe it. I politely declined. As soon as I did, what happened next would change my view on life completely. With no apprehension, miss Bellerose stripped down to her bra and panties, most girls would shower like that, except for me of course as I thought it was a shame to get them wet. Clearly miss Bellerose was confident enough to think the same. Unhooking her bra, she revealed her smaller yet perfect breasts, then slid down her panties past those legs which went for miles, and took them off, chucking them in a bag. She was taking a shower au natural, and my eyes couldn't help but secretly stare, as she stretched out her flexible body, to make sure that she could get soap and water all around her luscious body. I'd felt an attraction to miss Bellerose I had never felt towards a woman. I wanted to discover more of her. I'd felt lust for teenage boys at parties, but this was a woman and more importantly my ex gym teacher. I went casually, but could not stop thinking about my feelings towards my teacher and how I viewed her bare, exposed, toned body in the shower, as well as that she had offered to converse with me, while we would both be nude, applying soap and washing our bodies in the school showers. Over the next week, until I knew that we'd meet at another gym session (for which I'd have to time things perfectly), I had cleared up my feelings about Miss Bellerose. If I had an attraction to her, I should just go with the flow, if she presented me with an opportunity, I should just go with it, and see where things go. Next gym session I knew I was going to meet her in the locker room, I had seen her stuff, and I had time to prepare getting there first. I decided to do what I'd done all throughout, be myself. I then decided to take a very long shower, waiting for her to come in, until I realised that she was not coming. I looked round and to my surprise, she had been sneaking a look at me all this time. I then performed a bit of a show for my ex gym teacher. I lavished my perk breasts with hot soapy water, making bubbles on them and cleaning them off, making sure that my erect nipples in particular were clear. The water then cleansed my whole body, including the inside of my pussy. All in full view, I then fully turned around and greeted her. "oh hi miss Bellerose, didn't see you there. Don't mind me, I'm just getting clean, you should have seen me, I was dripping after my session, well of course, I'm still dripping now" "oh sorry Laura, I wa… was… just coming in to… get changed" "I meant to say Amber, sorry, I know you told me to call you that the other day, if you want to continue our chat from the other day, I'm more than happy to talk to you here" "I might take you up on…that Laura" She then took all of her clothes off, more nervously and apprehensively than the other day. Until the woman, formerly my gym teacher, now my new focus of attraction and I were in the showers together. "So, Amber, you were saying about how you discover a lot about yourself at university. But I think I've discovered something about myself more recently" "What's that?" she says trying to keep composure. "I think I like girls miss. I especially like blondes, you know the ones with the toned body's" I then went for it. I leaned in and kissed her. She did the same, I knew she felt the same as I was, and I was so excited for our passionate, dirty encounter that would ironically be in a school shower. We kept on kissing, then she broke and said "in which case, let me show you what I learnt at university Laura". Shower still running, she caressed my petite body, and bent down her long eloquent legs, kissing first my soapy breasts, before licking my navel until I felt pleasure from just belly button play, then she went all the way. Looking up at me with experienced eyes, she bows her head towards my nether regions, tickles my lips the tip of her tongue, teasing me. Until, with the full length of her tongue, she explores my clitoris. Being the first time with a girl, I can't help but moan and move her head, I'm screaming so loud, but I can't help this wave of sexual pleasure. All the other times, I've just had to have or touch or suck an inexperienced cock at the height of my inebriation, yet this gives me a feeling I've never felt before. I'm forced into cumming like a whore, until I lay naked and almost motionless in a shower. "so did you like today's lesson Laura" "Yes miss" "Do you know what a bad girl you've been" "Yes miss" "Turn over you slutty little girl" I complied, and she spanked my bare ass as hard as it's been hit, making me release a moan. "Now, I'm afraid due to the standards being set, you're going to have to get some extra tuition and homework. I need you to come to mine so I can set it" "Yes miss" I did not know what was going to happen, I could hardly comprehend the amazing events that had just happened, but all I knew was that I was no longer just going to be Laura the gym student.

[Str8] [MF] A quick read

You'd been moved to a new office right in the far corner of the building. It was nice to have the whole office space to yourself, but since work was so quiet it had been rather lonely lately. You'd started to make excuses to leave the office, spreading out tasks just so that you have more chances to interact with people, and your latte intake was unhealthy because you enjoy the chance to make small talk with the baristas and anyone else who catches your eye en route. But you never said a word to me. I think you tried as, in those few moments too long that we held eye contact in the hall, I recognized the look of someone about to speak. In those brief seconds I felt your hunger, and when you passed my office I know you slowed your pace, and I often caught you nervously looking in.

Riley and Katie [inc, MMff, drugs]

This is the 7th part in a series about Matthew and his sister Katie. See submission history for the first 6 parts

While I understood I was in for a good fuck leaving Rachel's when my sister texted me that her boyfriend wasn't in town I didn't understand the significance of the very next text she sent – “Text Alex, tell him you need him to come over tonight. That you got something of his. I'll explain later.” Alex? She must be referring to the only Alex we ever went to high school with and I think he was engaged now with a kid on the way. I've only hung out with him a couple of times back then but never since I got home from college. Alex was a partier. He started experimenting with multiple women well before I did in college but I heard now he'd settled down, was taking the marriage route and everything. Why would Katie decide to fuck him?

So you’ve found a friend [MF][mast][cuck][MMF] Part 2

Who the fuck was taking these pictures. Anger mixed with humiliation mixed with hornyness as my head spun trying to work out how, who, when. My brain was swirling with scenarios. This was a lover. A friend. A girlfriend. A fling. A rival. A neighbour. Someone I knew. Who? How?

I pictured her doing this for him (I'd excluded the her scenario as a) she repeatedly declared she wasn't into women and b) women don't generally post their conquests online). Him getting all horny as he snapped away at the prize unveiling before him. How he'd managed to get her so wet when I'd not tasted that pussy for so long. I imagined him putting down the phone at some point and diving into her, licking that pussy, feeling that ass. Her raising her hips as she does when she's being eaten out, grinding her clit into his face. I could see her tits swinging back and forth as he fucked her from behind. Did she moan? Did he make her cum? Did she swallow his cum? So confused, but more and more horny.

So you’ve found a friend [MF][mast][cuck][MMF] Part 1

I love a good wank. Reddit's stream of amateur pics celebrates the digital age in all it's glory; to be able to instantly have nude photos, shared with everyone in the ultimate game of voyeurism. And I make the most of it. Given we haven't fucked in I don't know how long it's become routine for me to retire for the evening, watch some TV and end with a browse and a wank while checking out a good thread like /r/MILF or /r/wifesharing. I pay particular attention to the very amateur pictures; the ones clearly taken on a phone or in a passionate, poorly lit situation. Mid coitus, blood running hot and juices flowing. Nothing gets me harder.

And stumbling across a great set is always a great find. A dozen or so pictures perhaps of a striptease ever revealing more and more or a fuck session in various positions. This one was of particular note in that it began with a hitched up dress showing a big, white, middle aged ass and moved on through underwear being on then off and finally a neck to knee shot full frontal revealing a beautifully trimmed pussy. I was rock hard at that, just imagining what was next for that luck photographer.

My first high school party. [f][huml][reluc][fuck toy]

I had never really been to a high school party, but it was my senior year and I thought I owed it to myself to try it at least once. Being 5’2 with curly red hair, thick glasses, and a terrible fashion sense; it kind of goes without saying I got picked on a lot at school. But I was determined not to let that stop me from trying to have a good time, I just hoped that once I got there I could blend right in and enjoy myself like everyone else could.

I pulled onto the street that the house was on and I could see a line of parked cars that seemed to go on forever. I could already tell I was in way over my head, but I pushed on. I managed to find a parking spot and walked up to the house. The door was already open so I just stepped right in. It was like walking in to another world. I didn't recognize most of the people that were there and they all looked like they were in college.

[MF] [bd] A Rough Night: she gets some rough handling

I sat on the edge of the bed, biting my nail and ruining the smooth polish I had applied earlier. The red of the digital clock illuminated the dark room and my lashes fluttered as the clock display switched to 10:39. On February 14th at 10:39, I finally admitted to myself that I would spend the entire day alone.

I should just go to bed.

I sighed.

I thought of the last time we had been together as I pulled open the drawer to the nightstand. I thought of how he had slowly stripped my clothes off, how his hands had felt on my body, and how he had fucked my brains out on this very bed.

My hand clamored around in the drawer because I had hid my vibrator on the bottom. I had been determined to wait for him, but now I was giving up. I pulled out a few naughty items I had collected over the years and set them on the bed next to me. My fingers hit the hard wood of the bottom of the drawer and I cursed at myself in the dark, scrounging around for my damn vibrator.