Getting Laid at Bible Camp Part 4 [MF]

This story happened at the same camp I worked at during my last story, just a couple years later. I was hired as one of the “Section Heads” which meant I had people that I supervised. Almost all of the people I supervised were female (there’s usually way more women than men at summer camps), and one of my favorites was Melissa.

Melissa was 19. She was about 5’4″ tall, had shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, and one of the best asses I’ve had the pleasure of burying my face in! Her tits were larger B’s, and she had a pretty toned body. She had done competitive gymnastics for years, until an injury made her stop. She was raised in a Mennonite Church, and in a small town she’d lived in all her life. I think one of the main reasons she was initially attracted to me is that I was a man she hadn’t known her whole life. But that’s beside the point.

[MMF] I accidently cucked my best friend infront of a married woman.

I [23] was having an affair with a married woman [27] let’s call her Michelle 5’7 tanned skin DD breasts Italian/Native American mix nice ass and thick thighs. My friend Mike [24] at the time was one of my best buds 5’7 blond husky built dude. We did everything together. On a very hot night in mid July me and Mike decided to hang out at Michelles house since her husband was on vacation and get plastered.

Michelle, mike, and myself started drinking heavy on tequila and beers. Michelles husband happened to be a local therapist. He was able to get certain pills primarily Adderall and Xanax fairly easily. I stuck to the liquor but Michelle and Mike decided to pop some of the pills.

As the night went on we all got extremely fucked up. Michelle tried to call one of her friends over so it wouldn’t just be us 3, but her friend didn’t want to come sadly. Since it was burning up probably because of the liquor coursing through our veins we decided to go outside.

Learning Closely College Seminar, Part One- Professor [f][m]

**PART ONE**

While trying to pick classes for the Fall semester of my senior year at University, I stumbled upon a seminar class called “Learning Closely”. The course description simply said, “The perfect class for students looking to explore the body in a mutually beneficial way.” Only four students were accepted a semester. I decided to fill out the online application. *Why not?* It was a long questionnaire. There were several questions asking the respondent to rate on a scale of 1 to 10 their comfort level with things like nudity and physical touch, 10 being open to anything. I put 10 for every question. Before submitting the application, I had to upload three photos with varying degrees of skin exposure. I clicked submit and put it out of my mind. In the middle of summer break, I received an acceptance email stating classes would be held on Mondays and Fridays. I was excited.

The Man in the Mask

*The room was white… and completely empty. I had no clue where I was, or how I even got there. What the hell is this, prison? Everything started feeling like it was spinning. I wanted to speak, but nothing came out. I heard sounds in the distance, but couldn’t quite make out what they were or where they were coming from.*

“Hey. We’re going to be late. Let’s go!”, I heard from behind me. I turned around and there he was… the man in the mask.

Who on earth is this guy? He was tall, with a very obvious muscular build. He wore a full, 3 piece suit, and he was looking dead at ME. I mean, at least I think he was?

I realized I was so stuck in my thoughts, that he was staring at me in complete silence, waiting for me to speak.

“Are you talking to me?” I asked.

My heart was in my throat at this point. I had no clue what was going on, or what I was in store for. Quite honestly that was all I could manage to get out in that moment.

The [M]orning wood [F]ound a friend [MF] [NSFW]

When I first met my fathers girlfriend Steph I was genuinely surprised how hot she was. I had just turned twenty and was working at a local iron foundry leaving me pretty much exhausted most days due to the physical nature of the job. I regularly needed a good morning kick to raise me from my slumber.
On one such occasion a quiet gentle voice said “Time for work sweetheart” a delicate touch on my shoulder.
I turned towards the voice, unsure if I was dreaming, and saw Steph next to my bed. Her short brown hair framed her beautiful face, the white blouse slightly unbuttoned revealing a hint of cleavage as she leant forward, her lower half enveloped in tight denim.
“Morning” I croaked rolling onto my back.
Steph’s eyes moved almost imperceptibly to my blanket covered groin, my hardness barely contained by the material. She hurriedly looked away.
“Dad asked me to give you a knock” she said, her eyes focused on the wall behind me.
“Okay thanks” I replied laughing inwardly at her obvious embarrassment.
She turned and left my room quickly.
Over the next couple of weeks Steph was there to awaken me a few times, my morning wood never failing to attract her gaze fleetingly, but there was no mention of it between us.
Early one Friday morning that changed. I was actually awake well before my alarm but knowing that Steph had stopped for the night I had hatched a surprise for her. The pyjama bottoms I was wearing had a three button fly that I “accidentaly” forgot to close, my hardness free to the morning air.
Feigning sleep, my back facing my door, I casually kicked the covers off my lower body.
“Morning” said Steph her hand on my shoulder.
“Good morning” I replied wearily, stretching my arms above my head and rolling onto my back.
There was nothing fleeting about the direction of Stephs eyes this time as her vision locked onto my swollen head and hard shaft.
“Someone seems happy this morning” she said pointing at my wood.
The glint in her eyes convinced me to be brave “yeah seems that way whenever you wake me up” I said grinning “He has a mind of his own”
Steph smiled, her whole face radiant “Good job Dad has already left for work then”
I felt the warmth of her breath on my stiffness seconds before it slipped into her mouth. I gasped involuntarily as her tongue and lips brought me to the edge of explosion far too quickly. Fingers expertly massaged my sack as my seed began to edge ever closer to release. My fingers gripped my mattress as my life force flowed into her accepting throat, not a single cell going to waste as she drained me. As I laid back spent, turmoil and anxiety fighting at my psyche, Steph stood up, smiled sweetly and left the room…

The first time I entered dangerous territory [MF]

So this is my first post on any page ever and I much of a story teller so bare with me.

Growing up in the south there’s a mutual unspoken rule between you and the boys mama is always off limits. But when you don’t know it’s mama things kinda happen. Let me back up some.

A few years back my uncle had a stroke and after his wife left him I would go hang out with him and help around his place. I was 18 and I’ll be honest wasn’t the best with women that’s when my uncle took me under his wing.

I started noticing every few weeks that he had a diffrent woman so I asked him how he does it. Turns out if your confident or cocky enough you can get pretty far with women but that just wasn’t me at the time. So finally after all the talks we had of him giving me tips and pointers I heard him on the phone lining up another date but this time he asked his woman to bring a friend.

[Draft] Prologue and Chapter 1 – A Wilderness Retreat

**Prologue: Arrival**

Our old Jeep Wrangler sputtered to a stop in front of the wooden gate. Charles sat silently for a moment as rain battered down on the old hardtop. I nervously fidgeted with my rings as we waited.

“Come on, isn’t someone supposed to be here to let us in?” he grumbled with obvious frustration. I started to speak, but he laid on the horn instead.

“Charlie, calm down. This is supposed to be a peaceful place. I don’t-“ he shot me a single, piercing look, one I had seen enough times to be quite familiar with, so I shut up.

“Look, Mary. I just want to get inside and get this fucking weekend over with. We can work out our problems on our own, we don’t need some hippie ass natural medicine therapy to-“ Charles’ voice cut off as the gates before us shuddered. “About time.” he huffed.

A petite figure in a heavy rain coat approached the driver’s side, hand up to block the headlights as the rain battered the hood. The figure reached Charles’ side and knocked on the window. He rolled it down, not too far but enough to converse.

Another quickie! [FM] (long?)

So I’ve actually seen him again since the previous story. He came over and he brought me groceries because my clumsy self sprained my ankle. Honestly all a fuzzy blur from there cause that move made me more shook than I could’ve expected. He stayed over because I asked him to, even though he didn’t plan to, and we had a lot of very good sex and watched movies while we snuggled in bed and honestly I could relive the blur forever. It was not a quickie but boy did it all happen in a blink of an eye. Waking up next to him, and him fucking me while I’m the little spoon while also rubbing my clit to the point I wanted to scream. That is slightly less blurry. This story is not about that.

The stranger in my head (fiction)[mf]

You’re dripping. Wet from the shower you’ve just had. You dry yourself enough so as to not make too much of a mess on the way back to your room. It’s not far so you wrap a towel around you and quickly duck back in. The doors slightly ajar but you pay it no mind as you walk straight in and close it without looking.

Standing just in front of the door you grab the towel from around you and start drying your hair, bending forward and flicking it over to get it all. The doors closed you think, but imagine if someone was standing right behind. They’d see you in all your naked splendour, bent over with a towel hanging off your head. What a sight for them. You stand back up and flick your hair back, now with the towel wrapped and held in place, naked from the forehead down.

You start to think about the stranger you’ve been chatting to lately. It’s been fun, mysterious and dark you have no idea what he even looks like yet you felt so comfortable confiding to him some of your sexual desires. It’s funny how every conversation seems to come back to sex with him… Maybe it’s the mystery of it all. Maybe it’s because it’s been so damn long.

Wet fun on long, rainy road trip [MF]

We hadn’t fucked that morning. We had been on holiday for over a week, and every single morning we fucked. Sometimes in the early hours, before even properly waking up. She would have a wet dream while spooning naked, and would bring my hand to her groin, rubbing herself until I’d wake up enough to start pushing my hardness into her. Sometimes once we had already showered, and were getting ready to leave the room. I would not resist seeing her half naked, and would throw her on the bed, open her robe and start licking, until she was wet enough to take me in. Every single morning of that holiday we fucked, and every evening too.

That morning though, we had’t fucked. We had a long, long drive ahead of us and we were running late. Seven hours separated us from our destination, it had been raining heavily and we wanted to allow for enough time to get there before sunset. Seven hours in a car are hard enough on their own, but they can be unbearable when you are horny as fuck and haven’t discharged that energy. She drove for the whole trip, and was wearing something comfortable enough to sit in for all those hours. A top with no bra, allowing me to admire her beautiful heavy breasts, and some soft fabric loose pants. No contact lenses, just round wire glasses highlighting her large, dark, lustful eyes.