Celebrating Homecoming Weekend With a Back to Back Creampie! [MFFF] [Creampie]

I was sitting on the edge of the bed with Tina and Chloe talking about the football game. I hadn’t really been paying too much attention to it. We won, but I was mostly drinking beer and focusing on how Sean was rubbing my shoulder for most of the second half. He didn’t even hide it. He had his arm around Tina’s shoulder and he was just rubbing me and the guy behind us kept looking at me and smiling and I felt wet right then.

I was wearing the shortest skirt and it was kind of windy and I kept on feeling the breeze blowing under it.

So we were all talking and then Sean came into the room and they got quiet so I did too. He was kind of drunk, and he kept on swaying back and forth a bit, but he made it to the bed and rested his hands on Tina’s and Chloe’s heads while looking over at me.

Sean was fucking incredibly hot. He had this broad chest and nice biceps and he always dressed nice and smelled good. Tina told me that morning that he fucked like a wild man and those words were traveling through my head when he put his hand on their heads.

Not an average night out [forced] [rape TW]

***rescued from my Tumblr, I do not condone rape in any way, this was written for someone who asked***

I spotted you across the bar. That short dress showing just a bit too much thigh. Your hips swinging as you danced away with your friends, showing off your pretty little body. I wanted you. Needed you. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. You sat down and crossed your legs. A flash of your pink panties. That’s was it.

I get another drink while I figure out how I’m going to get you.
After a while you leave without your friends. You stumble through the doors and into the street. I follow. You walk towards the park. The lights are still off. Perfect.

FUCKING MY EX’S BESTIE, PT 2 [mf] [oral] [mast] [facefuck] [squirt] [prostate] [facial]

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“… should … should we fuck?” She asked.

I leaned back.

“I mean, don’t play stupid,” Hae said. “It’s been on our minds for YEARS. We have the opportunity to do it, now. You’re here. I’m here. What do you say? One night only.”

I stood up … my eyes darting around the room anxiously. Hae spread her legs slowly, smirking, nodding, egging me on.

“Let’s do it,” I said.

Hae smirked and wiggled around on her sofa excitedly. She was wearing booty shorts and an old t-shirt, which she promptly yanked off. Hae had teeny, tiny tits. I couldn’t get enough of them. Especially coming from my ex, who was the exact opposite in terms of body: thick and curvy.

[MF] The time my best friend lost his virginity behind me

A little backstory:
Towards the end of high school, I invited one of my best friends (BF) to join a prom group that already had a bunch of singles in it, to try to get him to meet someone. I never had a problem wooing girls, but he has this quality that I’ve always admired about him: he communicates with everyone the same way, regardless of gender. So in short, he hadn’t really talked to girls for longer than about a minute. At the dance, he still sort of sat on the sidelines, and I knew I had to help him out. I knew one of my girl friends (GF) had just gotten out of a horrible breakup not too long ago, and I took it upon myself to “set them up” by telling each one that the other was interested in them. Before long, they were going out.

Reality meets fantasy [MF]

I downloaded Tinder for the first time earlier this week. The fact is I assumed it would be that easy. I spent some time browsing and liking women in my area in my age range and then after several days all I had to show for it was a few chats that went nowhere. Earlier today I deleted it. I have been on Reddit and Craigslist so many times I can’t count. While there have been a few times where the online sparks have kindled to texting back and forth but it always drags and fizzles. I find myself again and again turning to porn to satisfy these urgings in my mind.

Anxious Homemakers: Part 2

Monday. 10:45 a.m. Claire Willis and Rachel McGilll were having coffee as usual in Claire’s dining room. Claire was telling Rachel about how a neighbor’s exclusive handbag was actually a cheap knockoff.

As Claire explained, “So she says, I bet it was $10,000. And I say I bet she didn’t spend ten bucks. And she says, no way,and I say, way. And she says, how can you tell? And I say, you can totally tell by the stitching. And…”

Rachel’s cellphone interrupted Claire’s story.

“Sorry.” Rachel said with a sheepish smile. Claire frowned and sipped her coffee while Rachel checked the caller’s number.

“Sorry got to go.” Rachel declared abruptly.

“Hey!” Claire objected but Rachel was out the door in an instant.

“She’s been acting real crazy recently.” Claire mused as she went to her front window to see where Rachel was going. She went into Dr. Don’s house across the street.

“Oh that ho!” Claire laughed. “I’ll surprise her and the doc when they’re getting it on. Let me time this right. Five minutes chit chat. Two minutes to strip. Ten minutes for foreplay. Strike that. The doc has got to be a slow mover—15 minutes for foreplay. So I’ll give them roughly 30 minutes and start banging on the door. That will scare them totally shitless.”

My Best Friend’s Dad [Teen]

My family moved from California to Texas four years ago, during the summer before my freshman year. Entering high school was going to be hard enough, but to do it in a completely different town, a completely different state, I wasn’t so sure. Amanda made it easy. I met Amanda the day after we moved in. July, in Texas, is hot; the sun lives here, I swear. The doorbell rang, I opened the door, and there she was. Amanda. Wearing shorter shorts than we wear in Cali, a skimpy little tank top that halfway covered her bikini top. She was 14, same age as me. That afternoon she would become my first friend in my new home.

Freshman year breezed by, thanks to Amanda. We played together, studied together, talked about boys together. Our bodies became more developed, filling out our bikinis a bit more nicely. We were both on the volleyball team, skipping cheerleader tryouts, at least for freshman year. Sophomore year was more of the same. Amanda talked me into trying out for cheerleader. We both made it! More studying together and talking about boys, and practicing our cheers. My first kiss, my first real kiss, was with her. It wasn’t a lesbian type kiss or anything. Neither of us had ever kissed a boy, and Amanda had a huge crush on this guy, I don’t remember his name, but he asked her to Spring Fling. She was freaking out.

Unforgettable Cab Ride

It had been a while since Sharon and I went on a proper date. So I surprised her with ROM night tickets. It’s when the Royal Ontario Museum turns into a club on Friday nights in the spring/summer. I figured we haven’t gone clubbing in a while and the ROM would be the perfect mix of dancing and a romantic date.

We got to the museum and got a drink. We walked around some of the exhibits and talked while sipping our drinks. Passing by countless couples and interesting displays (not to mention lots of blind spots)…I couldn’t help but think of how many couples were in the mood to fool around in hidden corners. I, for one, was certainly in the mood. Maybe it was the alcohol or the music. Or maybe it was the romance of an interesting date. Maybe it was all of these put together that made me want to explore her body more than I wanted to explore the museum. All I know is that I wanted her.

[MF] The time that I (M) hooked up with a coworker (F)

Some time ago, I had struck up a nice rapport with a woman (32 at the time) who worked in Accounts Receivable. It was casual flirting at first but once we exchanged numbers it quickly turned to a lot of dirty talk. She is brown skinned and Guyanese with a slender body, and she loved to talk shit.

At work we ended up making out in the parking lot and both of us decided that enough was enough. So that weekend we made plans and on Saturday afternoon she came to my apartment. We chatted for a bit while sipping Sangria, and after awhile we began kissing on the couch. She bit my bottom lip which sent me over the edge. I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom.

I tossed her (gently) on my bed and began to take my pants off, letting out my swollen red cock which had been raging hard for awhile. She began sucking it and said it reminded her of her dildo, which made me laugh before I started losing myself to the sheer lust of the whole situation. I grabbed her and began kissing her again before I took complete control of her, stripping her down completely.