A Little Back and Forth [MF] [Str8] [Inc] [Mast] [Oral]

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The first semester of college, I had classes at 8am every day of the week. So when I got to come home on break. I was excited to not really have to get up in the mornings. I could sleep in, lay in bed with my laptop and generally not make much effort to do anything. With my parents at work, and my sister's high school not being on break yet, that first week I could really relax as much as I wanted.

The first couple of days, I slept in until the late afternoon. On Wednesday, for whatever reason, I woke up around 9:30 and was surprised to hear music, which must have been coming from my sister's room. I walked across my room and opened the door. Across the hall, her door was open just a couple of inches. Before I could yell out to her, she walked, wearing only tight, dark-colored jeans and a black belt, over to her dresser and pull open the top drawer. Read more »

I Was The Cleanup Crew (F, F, M)

It has been a long time sing I have posted but I finally got around to writing about the time when a woman used my boyfriend and then myself. I hope you enjoy.

It happened in the summer, myself and my boyfriend Tim had just officially hit our 1 month mark and were madly in like with each other. We had met via a game night at one of our mutual friends places and immediately hit it off, we spent a couple of months just having casual sex before he finally decided to try and take things more seriously. Tim was an averagely built man, he had some muscle definition but not a whole lot, and he was fairly skinny for his height but he had the most gorgeous blue eye’s and the cutest butt that I just loved to pinch. Sadly Tim and I are no longer together because of personal reasons but today I am going to tell you about the time that I had to play clean up crew for my boyfriend and my best friend. Read more »

A night with my ex and her best friend [m/f/f]

A bit of backstory first: I had been dating a girl, we'll call her Alison, for about a year when we broke up for various reasons. About two months after the breakup Alison's best friend came into town to visit her. Alison and I still had a rocky connection. We would still text, one day we would be at each others' throat about who's fault it was for the breakup, the next day apologizing and flirting with the idea of getting back together.

I was home from work sick one day, (I wasn't really sick anymore, but it was Friday and I figured I would just start at work fresh on Monday after being out a few days). Alison came over unannounced with her friend Anna. I was unshaven and wearing an old t-shirt and jeans. When I heard a knock on the door I thought it might be the mailman or something. But when I opened the door I saw Alison and Anna, I had never meet Anna before. Read more »

Guy I’m “with” works at the same place I do

Since moving into my place, basically I've done nothing but drink have sex and tan at the apartment pool. For the past couple of weeks.

A couple of days after my tanning schedule started, a guy comes up and starts flirting with me. Nothing big, I gave him my number. Then I saw him the next day getting the mail and he invites me to drinks. I agree and that night we go out. I got drunk at the bar and we start our way back to the apartment complex. I get frisky as a drunk and I took out his dick and started jerking him at a red light. He is really big, biggest I've seen so I wanted to feel it. I told him and we go back to his place.

He was rough, slapped me around and pinched my nipples. My pussy hurt after it. He went down on me after and he had to stop over it hurting. Since then, we've been hooking up 4-6 times a week. Its getting more rough and fun.

Yesterday, I had a job interview for a receptionist (which I got). He's one of the guys who works there. He isn't my boss but when I was leaving yesterday, he saw me.

The Peak (Or how a friend nearly got me off in a crowded room…again) [F/M]

   "I am so sorry." I squeaked. I stood in Kit's kitchen, staring at the busted vase on the floor. Kit held an exploded can of biscuits in one hand, and gripped the counter with the other.
   He sighed and put down the can, turning to the storage closet. "It's ok."
   "I am so, so sorry," I hunkered down, picking up the biggest pieces of the ex-vase gingerly.
   Kit turned back with a tiny broom and dustpan, crouching with me. "Stop, you're going to cut yourself."
   "I'm sorry…"
   "It's ok." Kit swept up the remaining vase pieces. "My mom found it at a garage sale or something, it's no big deal."
   Way to go, Lily, break the present from his mom. "I'm sorry." I said feebly.
   "Dude, it's ok." He stood and moved to the trash can, discarding the ceramic shards.
   "Not really." I said under my breath, placing the big pieces on the table, trying to assemble them back into a vase-like shape.
   "Seriously, stop."
   "But I'm sorry," I stammered.
   "I know."
   "I broke the thing because biscuits." I made a popping sound with my mouth in a pathetic attempt to mimic the noise the biscuit can made when it exploded and startled me.
   "…right." Kit turned back to the biscuit can, peeling it open.
   I looked at the vase pieces, trying to decide what adhesive would best hold the ceramic together.
   "Are you going to be like this the rest of the night?" I looked up to see Kit raising an eyebrow at me.
   I looked at the vase again and swallowed hard. "…I'm sorry."
   He sighed once more, setting down the de-canned biscuit dough and turning to the fridge. He pulled out a can of Dr. Pepper and set it on the counter. "I'll forgive you if you do me two favors," he said, opening a cabinet and removing a glass. "One, we never speak of the vase again," he reached up and grabbed a bottle off of the fridge. "And two," he popped the top of the bottle and poured some into the glass, followed by the Dr. Pepper. "You get some alcohol in your system." He held out the glass to me, and I took it gingerly with both hands. "Deal?" I nodded. He looked at the glass. I took a sip and he patted me on the head. "Now, break apart those biscuits." Read more »

First time shared

at my husband's suggestion, I've decided to recount some of the memorable moments of my life with my husband and thought it best to start at the beginning.

I was a 17yo virgin when I first met my husband on a blind date, I am a naturally shy person and found boys to be very intimidating. I had immediately fallen completely in love with him and felt he knew me better than I did myself. Within 2 months of dating my husband had taken my virginity and we were like rabbits at every opportunity.

Not sure exactly when my husband first shared me with his best friend but it was probably 8 or 9 months into our relationship, we had discussed various scenarios of me having sex with his friend and the idea had always turned me on. I let him know that I would do anything he wanted.

I will call my husband John and his best friend Alan, I am Anne.

One night the three of us were at John's house watching TV and some light drinking, we had the house to ourselves for the night as John's parents were away for the weekend. John and I were sat on the couch and Alan was sat on a chair almost to the front of us. Read more »

Then-Girl[F]riend’s First Time Flashing a Stranger Was in [M]y Car

Circa 2005: I had been dating then-girlfriend Eve (Yes, same Eve as described in “Then-Girlfriend Masturbates On Train at My Direction”) for a few months. She was 19 years old with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Eve was a runner in high school and had a very sexy body. She had perky breasts with small pink nipples that fit into my hands.

This was Eve’s first time as an exhibitionist, and it was by accident. It was the summer and we were both home from college. We had just started dating a few months ago. So, naturally, we were having a lot of sex. Since we were both staying at our respective parents’ homes having a lot of sex involved resourcefulness, creativity and, more often than not, my car.

On this particular weekday afternoon we were driving around looking for a place to park and have sex. We couldn’t go to anywhere public (like a park) and we couldn’t go anywhere with a lot of foot traffic (like a mall or supermarket) because we didn’t want to get caught. We decided to park in the lot of an office building. I think it was an insurance or other corporate office. We thought it was a good find because at this hour everyone who had to be there would be inside working. It didn’t get foot traffic. Read more »

[F]irst ti[m]e after her overseas trip.

This is my first post here, but my girlfriend and I love to lurk around here and send each other our favorite stories. So, to return the favor, I thought I'd post one of our recent escapades in hope that maybe some of you will do the same with your SOs.

First off, let me give some background info about us. We've been together for four years now, but a majority of our relationship has consisted of being separated by a couple hundred miles as we went to different colleges. In May, however, that changed as I graduated and decided to move in with her. It's an exciting time for us, a time that we've been looking forward to for years. But, the last obstacle before we could have what we've pined over for so long was her three week trip overseas. Read more »

Just a little something I wrote hoping my ultra-conservative, Bible-thumping mother will see it someday and wonder if it’s based on a true story [MM][oral]

Bobby lay on the bottom bunk, on top of the covers. He was on his back, hands clasped over his chest and legs crossed at the ankles. His eyes were closed and his breathing slow and deep, but he wasn't sleeping. He wasn't thinking about anything, and no music played in his room. The only sound he heard was the comforting sound of the shower in the next room. Riley took long showers.

Living with Riley was bittersweet because Riley was almost the perfect roommate. He was tidy, he was a great cook, he never borrowed anything without asking first and always returned things before they were missed. He was a great cook, and although he often came home at 4 AM, he could open and shut the front door, walk across the hardwood floor to the bedroom, and climb into the top bunk without making a sound. And to top it all off, he was one of the sexiest boys Bobby had ever seen. The only bad thing about him was that he was straight. Read more »

I(M/dom) had to punish my little girl today (pics inside)

She touched herself without asking my permission. When she told me, it was with insolence, like it was a small rebellion. I had to teach her that I do not tolerate such behavior. I always feel somewhat sorry for my baby, but it is necessary for her to learn a lesson. Particularly for lying.

I commanded her to remove her shirt and kneel on the hard ground. Her knees are already bruised and scratched from a fall when hiking, so I knew it would hurt. I told her to start pinching her nipples and twisting them until I could see the pain in her face.

I also made her turn around and give herself a wedgie. Hehe, but I'll admit that was just me amusing myself. A play on the typical juvenile bullying tactic. There is something about the type of running shorts she had on that arouses me greatly; so seeing her ass with the fabric tight against her beautiful cheeks and pussy made me hard as a rock.

After that I let her play with herself for a while and, talking dirty, I got her soaking wet. I made her believe I had forgiven her transgression, but secretly I was still teaching her a lesson. Read more »