see coloring both their faces. “Butt, if you Marie are answering the call of Eva then I cannot see why you two should be separated any longer” my aging eyes are already able to spot young love. Already able to predict the outcum of everyone who cums to see me, of all who seek my council in matters of the heart and lions. The sight of these two, who must have thought that they were in for a lecture. To see their hands trembling together as they embraced themselves.
“Follow me” as I turned. Leading them past each of the Goddesses, each of the God’s. Each one representing a certain aspect of the human body. From large cock to tight asses, from mammoth breasts right to where we are headed. The Queen of the Goddesses, the progenitor of the orgasm, the true love as so many women are looking for what they already have.
“Now” bringing an icy tone to these scared young women. Feeding their fears of the wrath of the church as is told through our traders that come from around the world. “As we stand here surrounded by the orgasmic. If you, Eva are sure this is the woman who you can spend the rest of your life with then raise your right hand.” Giving Eva her last chance to back out, to return to the single life before taking this sacred relationship to the next level. “You, Marie if you are sure that this woman standing next to you, this woman who you will share your bed with. Who you will bath with, eat with and bring orgasms to is the one, then meet her right hand with your left.” As I stepped forward taking Eva’s left and Marie’s left hand in my own. Completing the circle. “Now I give you both away. Each into each other’s arms and beds, may the coupling, the joining of each of your lives be forever.” Stepping back as I closed the circle to just them. Clasping both of their hands together as they stand there face to face, breast to breast, pussy to pussy.
EST: The Outlaw Chapter: 6 Drinking Part 6/11 (MF FF Violence)
The touch of my finger tip to the bulb of inspiration. That sudden gasp that I feel every time I touch it. Taking a deep breath as my finger tip starts to rotate around my clit. Letting the meditation comfort me in my time of need. Speeding up as my breath is getting weaker. As my gasps becuming more sporadic. As I felt like my holes, both of them are going to cut off anything trying to escape from them!
Shivering as I cum down from my sexual high. Cuming down back into my body, back into… Opening my eyes as I peered out towards this person who has cum for my advice, my tender loving relationship that I know will involve her… “Just what in the hell am I saying?” Scolding myself on confusing my old self, my teenage self who used to sneak out after dark to fraternize with the town after lights out was called for by the temple.
“Um” chewing on my bottom lip. “What do you want with me…” leaving the question hanging in the open air. My finger tip is still working on round two cause the first round only brought us closer together.
The feeling of her hand. As our tits touched. Not a mere meeting or a brush against butt a definite touch. One that I am waiting for again and again. Looking into her eyes. So deep did I travel. So far down into her soul that the only thing I could see is the way her kiss. Not some peck on the cheek. Butt a full deep throat moment!
Recoiling from my surprise, from my fear of being called a heresy by my temple sisters. Recoiling because all I really wanted is to be bedded by this goddess persona and brought to utopia where an orgasm cums every second. “May I help you” looking over this goddess bod. Using my eyes to feel her. To feel her every breath. To feel her softness of those breasts. To feel the firmness of her inner thighs!
As my eyes clear I must be the only one who would believe this nonsense about there being only one. I mean look at this society of big tittied women who would rather bring that moment of happiness to your life. Shaking my head as she touched me!
It felt like a dream on top of a dream. To feel her touch, to feel her warmth, to feel her… Just then, realizing what this must look like. Me a temple priestess recoiling as this lady puts her hand on my upper arm. Looking at the ground, now unable to look into her eyes. Struggling with my next sentence as it squeak out. “I. I am sorry for my behavior” taking a steading breath.
That moment of horror. That moment of abandonment struck me like the fool that I am. Butt her feet? They are still standing there right in front of me? Should I look, should I lift my head? Should I run in terror back to… Where?
Trembling even worse now. I could feel it, she could see it! “Oh Goddess give me strength to look into this woman’s eyes” I silently muttered. After my plea to one of the many Goddesses. Maybe, yes, maybe one of them will take pity on a soul like mine.
Lifting my head to face this unnerving woman. This creature who can smell my fear and is ready to take me down! Lifting my head, sweeping my eyes up her body. Taking pause on her pussy butt only for a brief moment. Dragging my eyes the rest, rest of the… “My Goddess” I swore! Reaching out to touch, going against everything I was taught just so I could make myself believe.
Cupping the side of her breast. Using my own fear against me as my hand embraced her tit! From this point I could not feel anything that was not touching her boob. I could not even feel her hand as it touched my face. Pulling my eyes up to hers. Pushing her lips to mine!
No this could not be happening!? Could it? My life had just begun as a temple priestess and right now I could not care less about the path that was laid out before me.
Inhaling her scent. Taking her lips against mine. Opening my mouth just so I could feel her tongue! Opening my mouth so I could get entangled with her tongue! Holding it, bare skin against bare skin. Feeling the drip of her own saliva as our tongues intertwined around each other.
“What could be any better than this?”
EST: The Outlaw Chapter: 6 Drinking Part 5/11 (MF FF Violence)
unclasps, two buttons, three, four, five, sex… Stopping at six, the magic word that very much sounds like sex. Letting my dress go as it falls to the ground at my feet. Stepping back over Marie as naked as I have ever been. Watching as she finally takes a sip of the whiskey. Tipping it back while watching me get naked.
Now here I stand. Naked. My plan looking backside, with no ass to speak of. No bump to brag about. Just one flat ass. Butt that is not the reason why Marie and I are married. As I descend over this goddess. Ready to rub myself out on her knee yet again she stops me.
Bringing her head forward. Staring up into my eyes! Her tongue, her hands locked around my waist. That tongue, right there! The one that she used to preach with is invading my… “Ooo yes!” As I howl across the planes. Her mouth, the way it is set upon my clit! Upon my cunt like a wild cur looking for its next victim! “Ooo Ooh yesss!” Shot from my mouth!
EST: The Outlaw Chapter: 6 Drinking Part 4/11 (MF FF Violence)
Cough
“Yep, I have smelled worse.” Tipping the bottle back for a taste. Holding the bottle up against our low burning camp fire. “And I have tasted..”
Cough
“..worse” pulling my sleeve back across my mouth to get rid of the imaginary feel of liquid on my lips. “You don’t think they will miss anything do you” a question that I have already worked on covering her tracks out of this homestead of Stratford. A definite odd name butt looking at who we were borrowing from, the trespassers from the east I reckoned that this is not the first time someone has borrowed things from them.
Handing the bottle off to Marie. The hesitant look on her face. The way she sniffed at the bottle without ever bending her arm. Hell, I could even see the shiver run down her body despite how she played it off.
“Go on then, tip it back” I grinned at her. “You have tasted worse than that paint thinner that you are holding.” Watching Eva snuggle in next to her. Snatching the bottle from Marie’s hand and tipping it back as Eva pulled a long gulp from the bottle.
EST: The Outlaw Chapter: 6 Drinking Part 3/11 (MF FF Violence)
Unclenching my legs from around Jack’s waist. Feeling him slip from my grasp, leaving my lips without me giving him a good bye kiss. My smirk, and from the looks of it Jack’s cock looks like it is getting hard again too.
My spin on Walter, the way he retreated back to his chair. Back to where he had nowhere to go besides down. Dashing his bum hard in the chair that he rose from. I was there, still with that hungry look in my eyes. My hands pulling on his nipple hairs, combing through his chest hair while getting ready for his hard cock to penetrate my vulva again. “Mmm, I want to feel your cock in my little coño (cunt). I want you to suck my tetas (tits). I want you tOoo…”
That time I got spit roasted in a bathroom when I was 19 [26F]
A few years ago, I was on a summer language program in France. I was 19 at the time. At that point, I had only been in one long term relationship which had been fairly vanilla and which had ended about a month before the program started. I’m fairly shy, so I mostly hung out with the other girls from my university at the language school there (there were lots of people from other universities as well).
Then, I got paired up with a guy, Ben, for a scavenger hunt we had to complete for an assignment. It turned out to be really fun and he asked me out and after a few dates we started going out, with the understanding that it would be only a summer thing since he went to university on the opposite end of the country from me. He introduced me to many of the kinks I love. Perhaps it was the fact that it was a short-term thing, or the disconnection from my “real” life back home, but I ended up exploring a lot sexually with him. Some of the stuff he introduced me to included hair pulling, spanking, master/slave play, and maledom/femsub in general.
[MF] Right place, right time
Creampied by a stranger, that sounds trashy doesn’t it. I (19F) should be ashamed. I am I guess, but I’m happy and excited too.
One morning I saw the meter reader coming up. Sexy man in his 20’s. Not our usual reader. It was early and chilly, but he was wearing a t shirt that emphasized his muscular build. I hadn’t been awake long and was wearing only a short sheer robe. I could feel my nipples harden just looking at this man.
On impulse I walked out and said, “Aren’t you cold with just a t shirt.”
He said, “No, I like this kind of weather.”
When he turned toward me I could tell he liked what he saw. I have pretty great legs. As for everything else, he could pretty much see it all through my robe.
We made some small talk and the tension was obvious and rising. Then I turned totally shameless. I smiled and said, “My roommate isn’t home, you’re gonna have to come in and warm up.”
Park and Ride.
The scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the air.
The low hum of an engine.
The morning sun casting prisms through the glass.
Or maybe it’s your eyes.
Gazing into mine with wonder and hunger.
Slowly stroking my hand as you grasp it tightly in yours.
The space between us closing quickly, as you pull me into your arms. Strong. Gentle. Excited. Safe.
The soft, plump, curves of your lips enveloping mine.
I’m drowning in your kiss with your tongue as my life line.
Your hand running up my back, shoulders, grasping my neck. My hair entangled in your fingers. Hungrily, you devour me again. Straddling your hips, my thighs gripping you tightly.
My hands hunting for a opening, sneaking under your shirt, feverish, need driven to feel you. Your skin. Your powerful chest pounding under my touch.
Drawn to your heat.
[mfm]First experience as a third lasted three days
First experience as a third -mfm,hotwife
About two years ago my wife and I decided to start exploring the swinger and poly lifestyles. We started slow with just chatting with people online, flirting, and sexting with people we knew were not local just to be safe. I met a married woman (through Reddit) who was also in her early stages with her husband who lived in Europe (im from Massachusetts). After months of chatting and flirting, video calls between the two of us and our spouses to make sure everyone was good, I planned my trip to London to meet her, it turned out to be one of the best weekends of my life.
Helen was waiting for me right as I got off the plane. We took the train into the city and basically had the train car to ourselves and started to make out minutes after meeting. It was amazing finally being about to touch her after months of chatting. She is a petite blond with blue eyes and a very pretty smile. My hotel room wasn’t ready to check in so we took a couple of hours to see the city a little bit and grab some lunch. Part of what we had discussed before I made the trip was that no one was obligated to do anything, if she was interested I was down but her and her husband needed to be one the same page. After lunch she stepped away to call her husband. When she came back she had a huge smile and said “my husband said I can do whatever I want, ready to check in?”
[FF] Tanning by the pool turned into slippery fun
The other day, it was really nice out. Looking at the weather coming up, my friend decided that she was gonna open up her pool for the spring and summer.
For the back story on her, she is one of my best friends. We’ve known each other since we were like 4. The two of us have actually even hooked up a few times and now consider each other “fuck buddies,” in addition to being best friends.
So I come over around mid day. She already has the pool uncovered and ready to go. The two of us first get changed into our swim suits then head outside. It was a little breezy, but pretty warm in the sun. Plus, she has a few trees and a fence around the pool that cuts most of the wind.
So the two of us lay out on her day bed she has by the pool. We chat for a little before I roll over to work on my back tan. I then ask her to undo me (my bikini top) so I don’t get lines.