Ballet Club[BMWF, Interracial, Conversion, Daughter, Married, Cuckold, Exhibition] (Crosspost from /r/CuckoldSexStories)

I am a gym teacher at the local high school, and also the coach of the ballet club. This year the club consists of eight seniors, four smallish white boys and four white girls, one of whom is my daughter. I had made her join the club against her will, and she didn't like the other girls in the club. My girl takes after my somewhat diminutive husband in her stature, but after me in stubbornness. I am much more full figured than it looks like my daughter will ever be. But she is happy with her body, as I am, so that's good.

This year's big production was a good versus evil piece. The girls and boys played angels testing the boundaries of heaven. One scene of temptation called for four large black devils to tempt the female angels out of heaven.

I asked the boys' varsity football coach if he could get me four muscular volunteers, although I didn't think he could. I told him they had to be 18, like all the members of the club, for insurance reasons. Read more »

Keeping Busy During a Storm. I (MF, Vanilla opening)

The storm came in a little harder than expected. I was in my room, getting ready for bed when I was surprised to see Jessie walk in. She had gone to bed a few minutes earlier. Or at least, I thought she did. She was dressed in her plaid sleep pants and an oversized shirt that was most likely something from Greg’s dresser. She sat on my bed as I was turning off my computer and finishing up my ritual before bed. Once I finished, I sat next to her. Jessie couldn’t bring herself to look at me. She looked almost embarrassed that she was here. I put my arm around her and gave her a hug. “What’s wrong?” I ask as she begins to play with her hands. Jessie raises her head but she stares at the wall. I can see her face as she tries to hide it behind her hair. The pale skin of her cheeks almost beet red from blushing. “I’m so sorry to ask you this.” She begins. “Would you please just sleep in my bed with me?” A look of confusion appears on my face at the request. Without thinking, I ask why. Read more »

The Morning After [M/f] and a question for readers.

M was a soft hearted nerd, and a passionate lover. He was kind and sweet and gentle. M was tall, 6ft 5, and kind of shy and awkward at first when we dated. I knew he was the sort of man that I could fall in love with easily. He was different to the dangerous, laddish types who I had wasted so much time with before. He was a breath of fresh air. He was interested and interesting. He liked my confidence and inquisitive nature; it put him at ease. He loved how confident I was sexually, and would often comment on my naughty streak that I would occasionally hint at. I didn’t want to tell him about my dark past with BDSM or swinging. I figure that men love girls with lower mileage and it’s sometimes okay to be economical about the truth.

I didn’t want to ruin things with M. I loved his warmth and lack of ego. He was a total catch, and the nice thing about him was that he didn’t know it. After some time innocently dating and making out, he invited me to stay the night at his place. This was to be the first time we had sex. Read more »

Sisters of the Order, Chapter 1 [ff]

When I opened my eyes on the Day of my Wedding, I found my Little Sister Asha, already awake, gazing lovingly up at my face.

“What is it, Sister?”

She moved upward to kiss me, her soft body brushing against mine, milky nipples causing trails of goosebumps to rise on my skin where they touched me. Our lips met and I savored the taste of her, determined to memorize it, to take it with me. She cuddled closer to me so she could whisper in my ear: “This is the last time we’ll ever wake up together like this.”

“First of all, you don’t know that.” She continued to gaze at me, apparently unconvinced. “And, secondly, let’s make the most of this morning, my sweet Sister.” I pulled her on top of me, feeling her gentle weight against my body, her breasts settling around and between mine like puzzle pieces snapping together. She found my mound with her knee and pressed it against me, making me gasp. Her mouth swallowed the sound, sucking my tongue inside her. Read more »

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[M4F][Str8][Late night adventures][The tale of a woman’s desire][From a man’s point of view] Here’s Stupid O’Clock…

The windows were open, as the Fall beckoned. A fitful breeze motioned through them, almost coaxing a movement of air, just to remember the stillness of summer, when the atmosphere seemed obsessed with shine and sun…

She woke and glanced in the moonlight.I think the gentle snoring of the naked man next to her probably woke her abruptly, but dont quote me on that. A usual dig in the ribs made the mammal shift to the right, and he growled softly, before rolling, and settling in a quieter stance. But the presentation of a neck, as he levered a hand underneath the pillow was too much. And then you decided to have some fun, in the moonlight.

We both need to work, and it's Stupid O'Clock, as the time ticks away, but there's no limit to being a human being. And at stupid o'clock, your fingertips try to rouse me, feeling that twinge between your legs, and wanting to share that. So your fingertips gravitate to the back of my neck, stroking, and circling ever so softly. And then you drag your nails, revelling in the notion that I am slowly waking. Read more »

Chronicles of an Incestuous Daughter Part 5 and 6 (finale) [Ffm] [inc] [mast]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

I finished the last two parts early so decided to submit them together. Enjoy :*

The next morning was a little awkward with mom and myself. I asked Harold to leave after the whole ordeal last night and Mom didn’t say a word, she just went straight to bed.

She was at the table having breakfast; Guy had come by in the morning and gone, cooking up some blueberry waffles me, while mom at some organic stuff. She poured me a cup of coffee and looked at me.

“Look Jules…”

“Mom, I’m sorry, I know it was inappropriate to do anything like that in your house.”

“Julie, my sweet Julie.” She said as she walked towards me and wrapping her arms around me. “Never think this is my house, this is as much mine as it is yours.”

She sat back down and took a sip of her coffee. “What I am angry about is where you did it.”

“Uhm what?” I asked.

“Julie, that’s the Jacuzzi, I know it’s kind of sexy having sex in the Jacuzzi…”

“Mom! I didn’t have sex.” Read more »

Slave to my College Roommate (Part 1) [MM] [bdsm] [reluc] [huml]

Hi, I'm RPDiem. This is my first time writing erotic fiction, so feel free to give some constructive criticism! It's the first of many parts, and the sooner I hear back the more likely I'll hurry my ass up and write more!

PART ONE – MEETING AND DEVELOPMENTS

High school, in brief, was hell. I was one of those kids who, for some reason, never managed to make any friends when I was younger, and by the time I became a freshman I was enough of a social pariah that no one would dare approach me in any way that wasn’t openly offensive or abusive. I’ve always been short and thin, standing 5’1” and weighing at about 110lb, and despite my efforts most of the weight I did put on went to my ass and hips, giving me a distinctly feminine build. Read more »

Chronicles of an Incestuous Daughter Part 4 [Ff] [mf] [mast] [inc]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

I quickly changed out of the dirty clothes and got into a robe and went downstairs to see why my mom had called me. I was honestly scared, what would I say when she asks why I went through her gym bag. It is such an awkward thing to talk about, do I tell her I find her a bit attractive? There has already been a misunderstanding about her laundry a few years back.

My mom was standing by the door and told me to help her with the groceries. Wow what a relief, I thought. As she headed outside to get the other groceries, I grab the gym bag and toss it in the laundry room. She luckily did not notice.

Once all the groceries were in the kitchen I ran back to grab the dirty clothes to put in the laundry. I noticed the panties I had cum in, had some white smears. Wow, I felt like wearing them again and masturbathing in them. I can just imagine someone wanting to buy these panties. A sexy, gorgeous woman who did hot yoga and Pilates first wore them. Then her petite daughter ran and sweated buckets and would soon climax in them. Read more »

Chronicles of an Incestuous Daughter Part 3 [Ff] [mast] [inc]

Part 1 Part 2

After finishing the pizza and nearly eating a whole pint of ice cream I saw mom starting to dose off in front of the TV. I could not help but notice how tight the tube top was on her. It was doing its best to cover her breasts, but the way she was sitting I noticed her them being pushed up. Her nipples were also a little hardened, not so much, and just enough to give me a tease. Her shorts were stuck to her ass like skin, just like the yoga shorts she wears. She has had them since she was 16. I honestly wonder how, after so many years of use, they would smell like. How many times mom has sweat in them, how many times she slowly slipped her finger in them and cum in them and how many times a boy in her younger days has ripped them off her.

“Well Jules.” She says in a tired but rather sensual voice.

“I think I am going to hit the hay.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” as she gives me a kiss on my forehead and walks upstairs. Read more »

My Best Freind’s Mom is a MILF [Str8, mF, anal, oral]

It had only been a few days since Janet and Mrs. Skye had initiated my experience with Jon’s mom. I had seen him twice since and he didn’t seem to have a clue. It was a little weird chilling with him after what I did with his mom, but it was totally fucking worth it. Sitting in bed that night a few days later, I made the decision to try to get with Emily again. I knew Jon and his dad were going out of town for a few days to see the local baseball team play a couple of road games, so I figured that would be my best opportunity. John knew what I had been doing with Janet and Mrs. Skye, but he’d probably flip a shit if he found out I boned his mom.

The next morning, I went over to Jon’s house, like I did pretty frequently when I wasn’t in school. We started playing videogames and his mom was downstairs doing laundry. We got hungry, so we decided to go into the kitchen for some chips. Read more »