Story of US [MF][I am yours][I belong to you][Using your fingers]

I suggest we order a pizza so we don’t have to leave once we are settled in the house. You agree. We pull up to my place and you hop out and run around the car to open my door. I blush at how sweet you are. “Thank you”. I smile as I get out. You respond by leaning forward and kissing me.

I am sure it was meant as an innocent gesture but you quickly had be against the car with our lips locked. Your hands taking a mind of their own, cupping my ass cheeks. You groaned into my mouth as you lift me and I wrap my legs around you. “If we don’t get inside NOW, I will fuck you right here.” I pull away from you and open my eyes and wish I hadn’t. What I saw staring back at me took my breath away.

You grab your bag and I lead you by the hand into my house. “My bedroom is up sta” and I was up against the door with your lips on mine. I moaned at how eager yet soft your mouth is. You are crushing me against the door and the feel of your body against mine feels so good. I don’t want this to end. Ever.

A fun time at a party [MF]

So this happened about 2 years ago or so. I was at a friend’s apartment for a little get together party. There was only 7 of us there. 4 guys and 3 girls.

We were just all hanging, having some drinks, and feeling pretty good. I was sitting on a couch with one of the girls. I met her a few times but didn’t know her super well. I just always thought she sexy as fuck. She’s probably about 5’5, I’d say 32-34c tits or so, nice body, not overly slim but not curvy, blonde hair, etc.

We ended up making out right there on the couch and then one thing lead to another and I was on my knees, as she sat there, eating her out right then and there in front of everyone. I had her shorts and thong completely off. I was fully clothed yet. Everyone there was sort of just speechless, not really sure what to say. There were some cheering, combined with “what the fuck??”. I didn’t care though, I just kept eating her out… licking her clit with my tongue as she grinding her wet pussy up against it.

[M]e and my sisters [F]riend part 2 (long)

Please read part one for context (find it in my posted).
After me and E’s first encounter we kept our public contact at a minimum. She created a second Snapchat account where we would exchange nudes once in a while.

It was around a month after my first time with E when her family troubles became so bad she started permanently staying at our house for comfort for my older sister.

This was when our love story really heated up. One the 2nd night of her staying in our spare bedroom (which we made hers) I received nearly 20 snapchats of her masturbating and her lying completely naked on her bed. She was evidently wet and I could see patches where she had already orgasmed. I quietly left my room and approached the door on the other side of the room. I could hear her soft moans through the door. As I opened the door I knew she was expecting me as she had dressed up into full lacy underwear, hardly covering much.

Discovering Reddit [F] [exhibition]

After a week out of town visiting family, my wife, Jackie, and I were almost visually pent up with sexual fustration. With only a 9 hour drive between us and home we settled in for miles of windshield time. I was driving the first leg of the trip, so Jackie quickly blew through her Facebook feed and we were running out of small talk within an hour or two.

“What was that website you were looking at the other day with the cute ladies?” She asked.

A little set back, “Reddit?” I answered.

“Yeah! That’s the one. I need something to pass the time.”

She grabbed my phone and logged in and started scrolling through r/gonewild looking at the pictures posted and commenting on which ones were cute and what she thought was sexy. Knowing her like for adventurous material, I suggested that she check out r/holdthemoan. The images of ladies flashing in public and being scandalous kept her attention for sure.

As she happily clicked through the gifs and pictures, she shifted in her seat like she trying to get comfortable. “All these ladies are getting me wet, but I can’t do anything about it”. I quickly reminded her that she’d once confessed to fingering herself while driving home in the past.

A little experiment with some new toys with the new boy. [MF][Kink]

I pulled into the driveway and killed the engine. I finished my cigarette by taking one long drag, feeling my nerves slowly getting the best of me. I reached for my purse, which was housing a few toys for us to play with. But he was completely unaware that I was bringing anything except myself. Not only that, but in a neighboring pocket were some sexy thigh highs. He may have thought I didn’t catch him say how sexy he thought they were, but I ran out and bought a pair the day after his comment.

What was is about him, I don’t know. Pheromones, perhaps. How perfect I thought his body was. The feelings I got around him. The fact that he makes me feel just as sexy as I view him. We had only been seen each other about three weeks at this point. Which seems like nothing, but has felt like everything. We were already emotionally bonded on a number of levels, but the sex… The sex was the best I’d ever had in my life. And the communication and openness we had toward it only made it that much better. We had already slept together numerous times, I recalled as I got out of my car and made my way to his front door. Each time different than the last. Different rooms, different positions, different amounts of foreplay. Sometimes gentle, sometimes rough. We mentioned our deepest desires and fantasies already. And one he mentioned got me soaking wet. I knew that one fantasy just had to come first because of how kinky it was, and it had to happen now. He didn’t know just how badly I really wanted it, too.

[M]ore [F]lashing and hot public sex – a true story

Okay, thanks for all the positive responses to my first submission, “sex at the nude beach.” This encourages me to post a second true story, from much further back in my past, all way to the sexy 70s when I was at university.

I was a late bloomer, as they say, a virgin until a few weeks before my 20th birthday. The woman who changed all that was a couple of years older and far more experienced – at the time, she could have submitted lots of slutty Reddit-type confessions before she eventually settled down a decade or so later. Who knows, maybe she still could, but I’ve lost touch.

This woman (we’ll call her “Beth”) was not shy about showing off her body. Beth was a fine arts student at the same university, specialising in art history but with great skills in portrait drawing, still life watercolours, etc. After we began dating, she confided that she had often posed for other students, doing nude photo shots or volunteering to pose for drawing sessions if the hired model failed to show up. (She would collect the donations from the other students on those occasions, to supplement her meagre income.) And Beth loved to wear short skirts, low-cut blouses, and very very tight t-shirts to show off her incredible boobs.

My Batchelor Party [MMMFF] [MF] [MMF] [FF] [MFF] [Str8] [Bi] [anal] [prost?] [group] [cheating] [stripper] [creampie] [oral] [reluc]

[[This is my first story and I welcome all comments and constructive criticism. Thanks for reading.]]

“I can’t believe I will be a married man tomorrow” I thought to myself as I drove to the hotel where my friends had told me to meet them. It was 8pm when I pulled into the parking lot of the Red Roof Inn. I was 30 minutes early and drifted off thinking of my soon to be wife and why she was with a guy like me, I’m nothing special to look at. I have short brown hair that is slowly starting to bald in the back, brown eyes, an average build (I could definitely afford to hit the gym), about 180lbs and 5’7”. My soon to be wife on the other hand is just perfect. She is about 150lbs and 5’4”, curly red hair and beautiful green eyes that I can stare into for hours. Then there is her body, she has cute little B cup tits, a nice cute little tummy that leads down to her juicy red hair covered pussy….

Nice Surprise….

My hands on your ass squeezing it as our lips interlock, your breasts heaving and nipples hardening against me. Your knickers becoming damp as you grind against my boxers and feeling me growing and throbbing. Still kissing you, I lift my lips away from yours, as you lay there looking up at me, my big strong arms either side of you, I stare in to your eyes. Your legs wrapped round my waist as you giggle. I then start to grind my hips against yours, my cock moving all over your pussy, but our underwear preventing us. My heavy breathing against your skin as I move in to kiss your neck, you lay there looking up at the ceiling as my big body works against yours. As I sit up I giggle, placing my hands on your top your wearing I look at you and say “forgive me”, then with an almighty amount of strength, I rip your top wide open causing the muscles in my big arms to flex and throb. Your breasts laying there I immediatly grope one in my hands and take your nipple in my mouth, tugging it hard. My cock now hard and throbbing against your pussy with your moaning getting louder, the warmth of my breath teasing your breasts. I then slide my strong body down yours towards your legs, kissing you as I go. When I reach your thighs I’m greeted by your rather wet underwear, again I look up and apologise before lifting your legs in the air and quickly pulling them up and off, dropping your legs back down and wide open, your pussy glistening. I kiss just above your pussy moving down and round to your thighs, my warm breath tickles your pussy as I move from one leg to the other… Then suddenly my long tongue flicks your clit. I realise you are ready, I stand up and drop my boxers, your eyes widen as you see it fall out and hang between my legs. You lick your lips and take a deep breath as I slowly climb back on, the tip of my cock at the opening of your pussy, I push it in just a little bit to widen you.

Double Teaming Tesla and Twain – a Jessica the Time Travelling Slut Story [mmf] [historical] [celebrities]

Nikolai Tesla’s Laboratory, 33 South Fifth Ave., West Broadway.
March 4, 1894 4:15 p.m.

With a deep bassy throb, the portal opened for exactly 3.14 seconds, and a beautiful woman stepped through it, and into the room.

Jessica straightened up and stretched her lithe, long-legged, overly busty body, which was packed into a dark brown leather bodysuit. She pushed her long auburn hair out of her beautiful blue eyes; she then reached down and pulled a leather string out of her pocket, and tied back her hair, letting it cascade down between her slender, muscular shoulders.

The two men in the room watched with shock and surprise on their faces. One of them was tall, dark haired and mustachioed, with a Eastern European cast to his narrow features. He was in a white laboratory coat, with the sleeves rolled up. The other man was shorter, wider, dressed in a fine suit with a white shirt and bow tie. He had a wider face, pointed nose and big, American eyebrows and mustaches. His hair was salt and pepper, and his hands were wrapped around a beer mug.

“Gentlemen,” said Jessica in a calm, dusky voice. “I am so glad to have found you.”

[Cheating][MF] I try and put an end to my fling…but I fail

Sara and I continued fucking. Constantly. Almost every day, sometimes more than once. We’d hook up in the mornings after my fiance had gone to work, before her and I needed to head in. Sometimes I’d had back to her place after work and fuck her brains out before I headed home to bed. Things continued this way for weeks. All this time Sara and my fiance became closer. They’d schedule movie nights, girls nights out, shopping trips. They were becoming good friends. Except for the fact that Sara was fucking me.

After a month or so of this, my conscience started to eat at me. My fiance was a terrific woman. She cooked, she cleaned. She took care of me if I was ill. And I repaid her by fucking her new found friend. I felt like a piece of shit.

So, one night at work, it got the best of me. I was working with Sara. The other staff was on break. I’d been quiet, and Sara picked up that something was bugging me.

“What’s wrong?” she asked me.

“We have to stop. I can’t keep doing this. It’s not right.”