My first time [F] fucking my ex boyfriend [M]

So this happened last year, but the story still turns me on so I decided to share it here ;)

My ex and I dated for about two months (almost three) before having sex. We‘d find empty spaces to make out heavily and touch each other before going to bed, until we couldn’t take it anymore.

So our first time happened in a hotel. We asked for a room and as soon as we got in, he pushed me onto the bed and gets on top of me. We start making out heavily and I feel his cock very hard through his jeans. He bites me lobe and tells me that he’s been wanting this for a long time. That masturbating was the first thing he used to do after getting home from our make out sessions ?

I tell him that I’ve been wanting him too. He takes my shirt off and starts kissing my neck, breast and shoulders. I take his shirt off as we kiss. My ex is a thin guy, but I liked his body a lot. So I start kissing his neck as he’s holding my breasts in his hands. Read more »

[FM] A walk on the wild side

Like most 19 year old guys I had a massive crush on my girlfriends mother Rita. Brunette, great figure, pretty face and the ability to be hot without trying, she was nigh on perfect fantasy material.
Kate, my girlfriend, had gone on an overnight course to do with her college so I decided to go hiking in the local forest, potentially sleeping out for the night.
“Do you fancy some company?” Rita asked as I called round to collect some kit I’d left with Kate.
“Sure” I replied “Why not”
“Great, it’s ages since we went on a walk”
I had been on a lot of walks with Rita and Kate but this was to be the first time it was just the two of us.
The sun was shining brightly as we set off, my small pack sticking to my back within minutes.
Rita was dressed in a white cotton tee shirt, the outline of a black bikini top clearly visible, a pair of shorts made out of sweat pant material and her shoulder length hair in a ponytail under a red baseball cap.
We chatted about nothing in particular as we walked along enjoying the heat of the day and the stunning woodland, stopping occasionally for a drink of water I had with me. Before long I needed to pee and began searching for a place to get off the track.
“There’s no one about” said Rita grinning “Just whip him out, I promise not to look”
“Let me know if anyone appears” I said turning slightly away from her gaze.
I had no idea if Rita was watching me but the thought of being this close to her with my dick in my hand was fantastic. I finished and turned towards her still putting my knob away, I knew she had seen it.
We continued our walk in a strange silence for a while until Rita spoke “I really need to pee”
“There’s no one around” I chided “Just whip her out”
Rita laughed ” I dont think so, I need a bit of privacy”
About 100 yards along the track there was a massive holly Bush off to the side “Go behind there” I said pointing
“Good idea” Rita said jogging off ahead of me.
I slowly followed hoping to catch a glimpse of her but soon realised it was very unlikely, the bush several feet thick.
“Can you come round here?” Rita asked “This place is amazing”
Behind the holly there was an open area of ground that was bathed in sunlight, all four sides covered by thick foliage, it was the perfect hiding spot.
“Wow!” I said “It’s incredible. You could get up to all sorts in here and no one would ever know”
“My thoughts exactly”
Rita moved towards me and began to kiss me. My initial shock was soon replaced with an animalistic desire as our tongues fought against each other. My hardness grew swiftly and Rita wasted no time dropping to her knees and devouring my shaft. There was no way I could last very long so I lifted her to her feet and span her around. Her shorts were quickly yanked down and I drove into her wetness, her swollen lips grasping onto me. Our movements were in sync, the lust palpable as the feeling of orgasm surged through us. This was unlike sex I had ever had before, Rita knew her body well and how to use it. All too quickly I felt my seed rising and with a guttural grunt I unloaded deep inside my girlfriends mother, her legs trembling as I did.
Needless to say this wasn’t the only time I spent with Rita but those are stories for another day.

A dream I had about my wife

He drove home after a late night at school. A decent day, but still happy to head home. Wife and child in their probably too big, probably too bright home. Quiet “how was your day?”  and playing “family” ahead of him. He would be the baby. The girl would be the mom. Fun. Exhausted fun. He would cook dinner. Two would enjoy. The small one not so much. The little one would go to sleep after bargaining and sincere questioning. Not a drop of malice, but still a mini marathon of patience. He would clunk back down the stairs. She would be on the couch. In work clothes. Or sweats. TV on.  She would be watching. Or on her phone. Working. Or not. There. Or not. All would be fine. He might advance. She might consent. Or not. The sun barely set, they would brush their teeth. One last glance or ten at the phone. Lights off. Sleep. Or not. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. 

He opens the garage. Climbs out of his car. Steels himself for nothing in particular. Ready to greet and repeat. But. Read more »

Use me on the balcony…

After returning from a nice, romantic dinner we sit out on the balcony of our room. You’re still wearing a shirt and tie. I’m in a black blouse and a short, flirty skirt with blood-red flowers. The moon is high and full so we can clearly see the tide crashing on the shore below. Occasionally, someone passes below us, but for the most part, the beach is abandoned.

I sit nestled between your thighs on a big, plush chair and we don’t say much. There’s no need for words. We are just comfortable in the presence of one another.

Your arms are wrapped tightly around you. You bury your face in my dark hair and inhale. Innocently, I kiss your cheek. You turn to face me and our lips meet. The kiss is soft, but there’s a definite spark.

Your mouth opens and I slide my tongue in. The kiss lingers as I turn my body to you. I’m almost straddling you now. You slide your hands down to cup my big ass. You pull me tighter to you. You want our bodies to become one. Read more »

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[FM] How I lost a pair of panties at the bar

So the day before valentines an ex texted me. He asked if I used these crotchless panties we got together and if not, he’d like them back because he has a date tomorrow. They were still in the package but gross. This is just a weird power move and the kind of shit that made me break it off in the first place. At first I ignored the text, but my girlfriends asked if I wanted to go to the bar with them. Every Thursday the campus bar has an event and I haven’t been all semester. We have a week off of school for reading week right after valentines, so I said fuck it and started the break early.

I put on a short skirt, a sexy shoulderless top, the crotchless panties, a bomber jacket and off we went. Read more »

Sit, Stay, Good Dog [MF][Pet Play]

He takes her for a walk in the woods. They hold hands at first; a couple out for a stroll. It’s a bright day. Sun-dappled. Pleasant. Half a mile down the track, having seen not a single other person, he puts the collar on her. The metal one, which locks with a screw. She makes sure to keep pace just a half-step behind him. Bad puppies tug. Good puppies heel.

A way further on they leave the path. He has her hold the leash in her mouth while he takes her dress off her and helps her step out of her underwear. Sunlight on naked skin. He takes the leash back and leads her away through the undergrowth.

There are brambles. She whines when they catch her thighs, open scratches on her skin. She doesn’t speak. She knows what she’d get if she did: a swift tap on the nose, an admonishment. “Puppies don’t speak,” he would tell her. *Remind* her, actually, since she knows the rules already.

They pick and poke and scratch their way through the forest until they arrive at a small clearing. A tree lurches crooked in the centre. He marches her up to it, loops the end of the leash around a limb and clips it into place. Read more »

He’s getting there. M F CNC

Most of this story is true and happened only last weekend. I do admit I’ve polished the story and embellished some parts. On mobile. 

He pulled my hair and made me get to my knees in front of him. I smirked at his efforts but played along. We’d talked about my fantasy many times and I was at the point where I didn’t think he’d actually be able to do it. He’d go so far, but the second I resisted strongly, he’d let me go. Rape fantasy isn’t for everyone and my partner was a gentle soul. He had never hurt me and I didn’t believe he ever could, even to pretend! But I’d been nasty lately. I’d been saying how I knew he couldn’t take me. How he lacked the balls to even try. I mocked him. I’d been drinking too much lately too, causing my mouth to run more than usual. I could be a cunt when I wanted. I guess I’d been a bigger one than I knew.  Read more »

Recent ish story. Please help me find

It’s driving me insane. A Dd/lg “real” story about how her Daddy promised her fun then fell asleep. So she sneaks in and gives a blow job with out waking him. He cums. Her punishment when she tells him is to publish the story.
Anyone? Help!!!!!

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The Challenge [MFF] [oral] [long]

I was doing nothing – watching TV – in my dorm room. It was after a long day and a long week so I was happy just to have some quiet time, but someone was knocking on my door.

“Who is it?” I yelled without getting up.

“Tressa! Open the door.” Tressa and I had an English Writing class together and we weren’t friends really, she was best friends with my ex, Caitlynn, but things with the ex were amicable and so Tressa and I got along ok in class. But I had no idea why she would come to my dorm room. Despite not wanting visitors right then, Tressa was cute, and even if it shouldn’t, that still counts for something, so I got up to open the door.

Tressa was standing in the hall with another girl from our class, some mousy first-year who I only half recognized. “This is Riley,” Tressa said, “she asked for me help with the paper due next week. She was over and we were talking about a problem she has and thought you might be able to help.” Tressa had a smirk growing that wasn’t quite making it into a smile. She was up to something, was she flirting? But I didn’t know her well enough to want to guess, just to be disappointed later. Read more »