The Jump 3[FMMMMM][teenage][gangbang][taboo][DP][oral]

The sound of dice tapping and rolling on the hard, wooden table could be heard throughout the house. Stephanie’s brother and his small group of friends played Dungeons and Dragons, loud and rowdy, as they did every friday night. Stephanie remembered watching them play sometimes before her jump when, she was still a man. They would play their characters, have a few drinks, and have a wonderful time in their fantasy world.

There was her brother, Jon, and four of his friends, all getting together every week. Nathan was tall and robust, with sandy hair and unkempt stubble. He wore a hawaiin shirt and blue jeans, and had a deep but playful voice. Stephanie had never thought much of him, though she remembered back when she was a teenage boy, before the jump, that he was a funny guy.

Jenkins was on the shorter side, with a very thin but athletic build. His hair was a soft ginger colour with a bit of blond, and he had a perfectly trimmed goatee and an ironic handlebar mustache. He wore a black, short sleeved, button down shirt, and khakis. Stephanie saw this charming, quirky quality in him, and saw him as sort of a sweet, hipster sort of character. Read more »

From her to you [f2f] [poem] [lezdom] [anal] [bondage]

# From Alexis to you

You never accepted the common, you never trusted the average; your innocence was never tamed, your passion not confined. You strived to craft your own desires, embroider the finishes of your own dreams. But you used to roam ungoverned, like a ship in the storm, lost and drifting on each turn.

Until we met and I saw in your eyes something that nobody else could see. It was that spark in you, ever alive under the ashes of the harsh. Just waiting for a blow to come up strong and blaze your existence. And I did blow, I did blow strong and the fire spread across every inch of you. A serene fire that made you solid and made you stable.

Your expression is now placid and your moves resolute as you offer your arms to me; a sacred virgin priestess of an ancient goddess, eternally devoted. The symmetry of the ropes defines you and defines me, the strained posture of hour arms at your back seems perfectly pure. I skillfully braid the patterns of the ties on your legs, looking deep in your eyes. You trust me and surrender yourself fully, I know and you know that you are mine now. Restraining you makes me so powerful, you are my property so eager to hand over. This is what gives you the ultimate fulfillment, granting me you. Read more »

The Damaged Stowaway. Part 7. [MMf][Reluctance][Str8]

She came down the stairs to see her Daddy, standing against the kitchen counter. His voice was loud and booming, thick with a few bottles of beer.

“There you are sweet” He chuckled, throwing his hands out in exclamation as if to show her off.

“What is it you wanted Daddy?” She asked sweetly. She sensed something was different, but she wasn’t sure what.

“Oh, nothing for me yet…” He smirked as she walked towards him. “Actually, you’re here for my friend, see?” He said, pointing her to the lounge.

Dimly lit with only a few dull lights in the corners, she had missed the other man. His lean, but tall figure sat causally lounged on the couch. His face smirking back at her, cocky and arrogant.

“I’ve heard so much about you, Lily” He spoke, voice cool and smooth. He was also, apparently, a few drinks deep. A small line of empty bottles lined the coffee table, along with a couple of discarded cigarettes.

“Oh… It’s nice to meet you.” Lily stuttered, caught off guard. She felt her uneasiness growing. Another man? Another stranger? Her heart was already racing, and she felt herself begin to fidget in nervousness. Read more »

Meeting up with Ms. Anaya [MF] [12 yr age gap] [Weed]

I used to watch her a lot. My science teacher. In class, I would spend most of my time fantasizing about her. What she looked like naked, how warm her skin might feel next to mine. She was older, 27 and I was 15 at the time but even then, I could appreciate her blue eyes, big ass and tiny waist. I used to ask her for help in class just to watch her tits jiggle in front of me when she’d wear low cut shirts. And her scent, I don’t know what it was but she smelled so exciting to me, sweet, sultry. Sometimes, I would feel like she wanted me too. But, sadly, she never crossed the line with me.

I was 19 when I found her on social media again. I sent a request and a couple days later heard back. It seemed like she still taught at my old high school and she looked better than she did before. She had lost weight but somehow still managed to keep her big juicy ass and D cup titties. I felt myself getting all fucking wet and excited. My cock grew hard underneath my jeans. I had to fuck her at least once and I was going to a local college down the way, if ever I had a chance, this would be it. Read more »

[F]oreign Exchange fucks roomate’s [M]boyfriend

Whatever you want to call me for this story – slut, bitch, cunt, sociopath, loser- it all goes through my head anyways. So go right ahead – just know that I am well aware.

Okay, so, first things first. I am a native Dutch speaker. I (and most people from back home) can speak English fluently (if with heavy accent in my case.) However, English is still my second language, and I’m not used to writing in it, so if spelling errors pop up from time to time or I misuse an expression, please cut me some slack (I am asking my roommate if I am using certain words or expressions correctly, but I can’t ask her to directly spell check, because…you know). I personally think I am a skilled writer in Dutch, and I am trying hard here, so we will see how it translates (and what your personal take is.)

Second, it’s hard to describe myself without immediately making the story sound made up, so I’ll get the description out off the bat. I am the daughter of two Indo-Dutch citizens (don’t know what the official term is), both descended from South American indentured workers (Indo as in India). I am also 182 cm, and, um…curved, very very well (yes, I know that I sound like a teenage fantasy, don’t write me off as fake just yet.) Read more »

Fucking a former teacher [cougar]

When I was in 8th grade I had a teacher offer a threesome with my then girlfriend and I. She immediately started laughing and claimed she was joking and apologized but in her “apology” she wondered out loud who would be better at eating her pussy between the two of us. It never happened then but I did see her at a bar when I was 19 and using a fake ID. She again claimed to be joking but said she knew I was underage and would have me thrown out of the place unless I agreed to fuck her that night. Read more »

Fun with temperature

//**DISCLAIMER** Don’t do this IRL. Hypo/hyperthermia sucks balls, and not in the fun way. Now on to the show//

He couldn’t shiver, he thought to himself. If he got hypothermia, even just once, she’d never do this with him again. He focused on anticipating the pleasure to come; the thought of what she would do to him sparked the urge to masturbate. But that would spoil the fun. He thought of her, sitting in the sauna, not 10 feet away from him but still out of his reach.

The heavy metal door to the freezer shrieked open and his heart stopped. There she was, the doorway framing her heavenly sculpted body: wide sumptuous hips that invited you to bury your face between those muscled thighs, small but perky breasts, hair up in a ponytail, and steam and sweat rising off her glistening skin. Her eyes pierced right through his soul and froze him in place. She slowly sashayed over as he began to tremble.

“Lie down for me, hun,” she spoke smoothly, sending goosebumps and shivers down his neck and spine, and he immediately complied. The bench he had been sitting on now became a bed as he waited for the warm touch of his mistress. Read more »

“Bahama Vacation” [cuckold] [hotwife] [true]

Originally written by asianhotwifescuck at https://samanthasummersinstitute.org/community/forced-bi-cuckolding/real-cuckold-stories/#post-359

We needed some time for just the two of us to be together. Between the stress of work and raising three active children, we somehow lost the ability to connect with each other. We were both successful in our work life, but that had come at a cost. Time away from each other and shuttling kids between activities left little time for the two of us as a couple. Somehow there were not enough hours in the day to spend on ourselves.

We both thought a trip with just the two of us was just the thing to help us reconnect by getting some time together, and my wife, Julia, thought it was a great idea as well. When she mentioned that she wanted to vacation on a warm, tropical island, I pictured a week of Julia in swimsuits and short dresses for me to drink in with my thirsty eyes. Perhaps Hawaii, the Bahamas, or Puerto Rico would be nice. We booked a flight to the Bahamas and looked forward to a warm weather vacation and to opportunity to spend time together. Read more »