Growing up, when I was around 17, my circle of friends and I were potheads. That was pretty much our thing. My friend, who we will call Scott, had a cousin who grew weed. Her name was (not) Anna and she was a couple of years our senior. Scott kind of hated her because he knew that she was hot and all of his friends fancied her. She was short and had a nice body. She was very very skinny, but didn't look at all unhealthy. I usually like chubby girls, but there was something nice about Anna's figure. She had bright eyes and the facial structure of a super model. Her personality made her more attractive though. She was a very funny girl and very caring about other peoples problems, always looking to help others out. Anna grew, and sold very high quality weed. Her parents had smoked it sinse they were teenagers and she had smoked it sinse she was very young. She had dropped out of school a few years early and only really left her house to go shopping and go to the sunbeds to top up the tone on her sexy, smooth, well tanned skin. She had a mini gym in her home to keep fit but spent most of her time at home, and we were there too a lot.
My First Sex With a Trap, But Not My Last
For a long time I've had an attraction to men who dress up as girls, despite the fact that I don't consider myself gay. I don't know what it is or when it started but I just know I find a feminine guy in a skimpy outfit sexier than a girl with a skimpy outfit. I still might find the girl attractive but for some reason I'd rather have the outfit on the guy.
When I was in my freshman year in high school, I got along normally with my peers. I talked with girls, and made some guy friends. Well one day a schoolmate of mine caught my eye. Freddie Simmons. He was kind of smaller than me, slim, and was very feminine. he had brownish hair and the style where it covers a bit of his eyebrows I first saw him walking the courtyard while we were headed to our next period. He was tying his shoe on one of the benches. Originally I looked over his way because I thought I heard one of my friends. I know its not fair to judge someone on their looks but i guessed he was gay. Just the way he stood up from the bench was kind of feminine. And the way He ran was sort of girlie. Not that I hated him for it, I just thought "Huh. A gay guy."
I got [f]ucked by [m]y bestfriend’s father (18f)
I had met her dad in my first year of highschool. Gina's parents were divorced and we used to spend the weekends in her dad's house. His name was John and he always made me feel at home.
I used to spend every weekend studying in her father's house. I loved school and I worked really hard trying to get good grades. He took care of us and took us out to eat all the time. He was a nice guy and I respected him.
I never had a crush on her dad until I was 17. I hit my slutty phase after breaking up with my long term boyfriend. I felt like I needed to get out and live alittle. After sleeping with a few guys, I realized that I really enjoy having sex. I talked to Gina's dad all the time and started fantasizing about him.
I did not want a relationship with him but I wanted to have sex with him. I did not know why but I went crazy over him. I found myself feeling guilty when I asked to sleepover only to get near him. Everytime I stayed over, I could not move or speak or think. He eventually started dropping hints at me pretty hard.
The Charlie Saga, Part 1: cheating, fucking my boss, and enjoying a BBC [M/F]
I think I'm finally ready to tell this story. Please note that I will tell it without embellishment, and if any parts seem fake it's because real life is often crazier than fiction. I'm 5'7", a brunette, and at the time of this story was a normal weight but not thin, with a nice ass and tits and a cute face.
I was 18 at the time. I had just started a few months prior at a job with the state government. My job was acting as an aide and "living for a living", as I liked to describe it. Getting paid to lounge around a house, cook, clean, etc., which left the staff with a lot of downtime.
I had two bosses: one assistant "supervisor", who was technically above me, and one real supervisor. This story takes place with the assistant, so he was "a supervisor" but not necessarily "THE supervisor" — more like a coworker than a boss, but it was still forbidden because he was in a position of power.
Charlie had been out on sick leave for three months following a serious health disorder. Coincidentally, I started working there right as he went out on leave. So when we first met I already had the job down and there was little-to-no "supervising" that needed doing on his part.
Sammy the Slut and My First Anal Experience [m/f]
I'm not a very good story teller, so I apologise if any parts are hard to follow.
Back in the summer of 2008, I was 16 (legal age in the UK. Adjust as you wi for your own country) and was coming out of my first real relationship that lasted 18 months. It was great finding out what young love was, but the sex wasn't anything special. I had just finished high school for good and me and my friends wanted one last summer of being lazy pot heads before we had to become adults and get jobs. That summer was full of sex, sluts, orgies and drugs. It was the best year of my life, but one story fits this subreddit quite well I think.
There are 4 people in this story. Myself, jamie, Robert and Sammy. These are not their real names but for the sake of it, I might as well change them. Robert was my best friend and had been for a long time. Jamie was a somewhat new friend, but somebody I got on with very well. One day as we met up at the usual spot, he told us "boys, I've got somebody you need to meet. Who wants their dick sucked?" I laughed and asked if he had realised he was gay the night before. He told me that a couple of nights ago with some of his other friends, that he had met a girl called Sammy. Sammy was a slut. A real slut.
A Poetic Morning with Mom [inc] (via /r/NaughtyFamilyDiary)
All characters are over 18 and entirely fictional. All rights reserved.
"We'll not have too long," I heard in a daze, soon followed by a soft metal "click."
I rolled over in bed, to lie flat on my back, and peeked down at my always-hard dick.
The room was still dark. No sunshine shone in. And the small clock was still all too blurry.
I heard buttons unbutton, elastic start slapping; I sensed someone in a hurry.
Though myself rather patient, I felt a warm body, jump on me and straddle my thighs.
I looked down through the black, to see mom's big, white grin, and immediately thought this unwise.
"No protests today," I heard in a whisper, as a finger slipped over my lips.
I rolled my head back and then let out a sigh, and started to wiggle my hips.
"Mmm that's the spirit," I heard the voice say, as mom lowered her body on mine.
I gave up and smiled when her hand grasped my shaft, and led both of our parts into line.
I'm not sure who started, my push or her squat, but soon I had slid into place.
Going a little Wild (Update) (F/M)
Hi again :)
Yesterday I posted about sleeping with a married man. Whether or not I should be the one to help him get what he was missing in his marriage. Long story short, my desire trumped any guilt I felt and I invited him over. He rode his motorcycle to my house and introduced himself, and we went inside and sat on the couch while The Walking Dead played on the TV.
It was very comfortable and easy; he was chatty and laid back. When he reached over to massage my shoulder after about 15 minutes of talking, I got goosebumps everywhere. We had smoked, and it was like I was even more sensitive to him touching me. I looked over and smiled, and asked if he wanted to go get more comfortable. He said "Lead the way" and two minutes later we were in my bed with hardly any clothes on.
Filthy Professors: long overdue update
Due to some unforeseen circumstances, I deleted my laciviouslibrarian stories awhile back. Since then, I’ve gotten so many messages asking where the stories went and asking how Dylan and I are doing. Who knew freaky redditors were so genuinely interested in our lives? Today, I came across some archived links and was able to retrieve all (I think) of our stories. I asked D how he felt about me posting a huge compilation of all our stories, and he said to go for it! Unfortunately, It was way too long for a reddit post, so I dumped them all into a blog…pm me if you'd like the link.
update:
Dylan and I aren’t regularly hooking up anymore, but we’re still the very best of friends and will forever have an unbreakable bond. I sent him the link to the archived stories that I’d found this morning, and this afternoon, he sent me a message and asked if he could bring a “present” by my office. Naturally, I said YES! He walked in, handed me a bunched up pair of panties I’d forgotten I’d left in his office months ago, told me to open carefully, then turned around and walked out….shutting the door behind him. I gingerly unfolded the panties to find them covered in a huge fresh load of cum. He knows how that level of filthy turns me on. I put them in my filing cabinet then left for the weekend….my office smelling of sex and debauchery.
The Feisty Wench
We had just finished a movie and the wench had to leave soon to have dinner with her parents. Our session last night was pretty intense, but I wanted to fuck her one more time before I left. I turned and started kissing her. She kissed back a moment but then turned her head and bit into my shoulder. The wench's bites always get me going. I pulled her face back to me and kissed her harder, but she only turned her head the other way making her cute growling noise. I pulled her head back by her hair.
"Don't you want to fuck one more time before I go?"
The wench responded by growling and tried to bite me again.
"Are you disobeying your captain again?" I asked in feigned surprise.
More growling and biting. I lightly slapped her face.
"Do I need to punish you again?" She tried to bury her face between the couch and my chest. When I pulled her up she snapped at me, biting my fingers.
Daughter wants Daddy (M/F)
Hi I’m Bruce, I am 36 and work as a General Building Contractor. I am, well I was married to my high-school sweetheart. We married right after high school graduation. It takes about 6 months for a divorce decree to finalize and today is 6 months. Marriage is hard, this was crazy: We have twins a boy and a girl. One evening we were watching a movie. Our twins were home from 1st year college on break. Our son PJ was in the recliner and our daughter KC was curled up beside me on the couch. She had a lightweight blanket slightly over her. My wife comes home from shopping and starts screaming and crying from the living room door.. I excuse myself and go to the bedroom to see what is wrong. I go into the room and find her crumpled on the bed hysterically crying. After what seems like hours of trying to comfort her she is finally calm enough to accuse me of fondling my daughter and goes back into hysterics. All I was doing was watching a movie, both my son and daughter were there. We're an open family, we wonder around nude all the time, the bedroom and bathroom doors are hardly ever closed. I was not fondling my daughter that's preposterous. Next thing I know I’m served a divorce decree and that was that. We were renting and had a beat-up old car. My wife (x-wife?) has a nice job so she didn’t ask for anything. I moved out and rented a small 2 bedroom house about 3 blocks away. I gave the twins a key to my new dwelling. I let them know that they can come any time no matter what. I really didn’t have much to move so the house is for the most part empty. It had been a few weeks since I moved into the house. It was about 3am and I was having vivid dreams of my now X-wife. I got up, walked to the bathroom and was about to take things in hand (you know what I mean) when I heard my daughter’s voice. “Hi Daddy” “Aren't you supposed to be in school?” “We have a short break. Please sit. Daddy, you have wonderful hands and I have been trying to get you to touch me for a long time. I finally get one of your fingers on my nipple and mom walks in…” “Wait, what?” “I have wanted you to touch me and kiss me and make love to me” “You provoked our divorce because you want to have sex with me?” “Not intentionally.” Biting her lower lip: “I'm on birth control” “I need to sit down. My daughter wants to have sex with me. My head hurts.” “Ill make your head feel better” “Hey, hey that's the wrong head! KC, wait! OH, OH, where did you learn to do this” She lead us to the bedroom. I'm like a lamb going to slaughter. I stopped at the door and she walked to beside the bed. I heard an audible gasp and a gulp and then realized it was me. I never realized that my daughter was so sexy. I took a good long look at her 18 year old charms. From her pretty face and beautiful hair. I let my eyes travel down to her breasts. The sight of her breasts made my breath catch in my throat. High, tight and perfect, they jut out from her small ribcage like two softballs topped with lovely reddish-pink nipples. And then my eyes traveled down to her flat and taut stomach, and her cute belly button; to her slender hips and to her most personal and intimate place. Her Venus mound was shaved, hairless and smooth.
I was in a fog, KC pulled me out of it with: “Daddy?” I looked at her and she had this coy little smile on her cute face. I could see she was no longer looking at my face. I looked downward to see my erect phallus pointing straight at her dancing up and down with the beating of my heart. KC motioned for me to join her on the bed. KC pressed her body against mine. I felt her firm breasts pressing against the side of my arm. Her nipples were like fingernails poking into my triceps. I felt her hips grinding on my upper leg. Her body was rocking mine as she kissed me. She whispered: “Oh Daddy this is so wonderful” and she nibbled my ear. She slid in front of me and began to rub her vaginal slit on my fully erect penis. Damn the feel of her smooth vulva sliding around the tip of my sensitive shaft. The tight pressure of her outer lips parted and her inner lips wrapped around the head of my cock. My phallic had taken over my brain. KC ground her breasts into my chest, she gave a grunt and I felt my cock go inside her. KC: “OH YES” “KC we shouldn't be doing this” KC disregarded me, she pulled my head down and kissed me full on the lips and pressed my cock further into her pussy. She jammed her tongue into my mouth and deepened the kiss. There comes a time in a man's life when things just happen. Can you blame me? She's passionately kissing me, riding my cock and rubbing herself all over me. I was no longer rational. I gave in and ground my cock as deep as I could into her. I kissed her back and started toying with her lovely titties. A massive orgasm rocked her body. Her pussy put a strangle hold on my cock and I almost lost it but I held on. As the waves of her orgasm subsided I started to piston my cock in and out of her to deepen her orgasm. Soon she was as limp as a rag-doll in my arms. I lay her down, got on top of her and kissed her with my cock sill inside her pussy. Slowly she opened her eyes and smiled. KC: “Oh that was wonderful.” I lightly kissed her lips and then trailed kisses down to her titties. She took a sharp breath as I sucked a dart like nipple into my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around her taunt nipple. I sucked and pulled at the nipple enjoying its texture and taste. With one last flick of my tongue I moved to the other breast and did the same. By this time KC was breathing hard and moaning sweetly. This time as I drew her nipple into my mouth I plunged my cock into her pussy up to its base. KC came unglued with another hard orgasm. This time I couldn't hold back. As orgasmic waves flowed over her I shot loads of spunk deep into her pussy. As our orgasms subsided I rolled KC on top of me hugging her close. We slept. Bruce: “OMG I cant believe I had sex with my daughter” “Lets have a shower together Daddy” “Sure why not” “When I was little you gave me a bath. I'll help you this time.” “Wait, what…” but before I could say more KC was washing my back. Her hands are so gentle and softly caressing me. She washes my back, then my hips and down my butt. I want to stop her but it felt so good. She washes down my legs and up my thighs. I got lightheaded. She starts washing my chest. She tweaks and pulls at my nipples. Before I knew it her hand was riding downward toward my manhood. Her hand slides delicately over my erection and her fingers fondle my balls The tension builds and my world explodes. I came. Long ropes of jism splattered the walls of the shower. I found it hard to stand. She helped me sit down in the shower, cradled me in her arms and kissed me. We had sex every day until she had to go back to college. KC: “Now remember Daddy I have a key to your house and plan on coming back soon”