First Experiences [mt, trans, oral]

I always knew I was different.

I don’t mean that in the way people always do. Everyone was unique in some fashion. I just always knew that I never fit in. That something inside of me was off. That as I developed, I was unhappy with the changes that were occurring, because it was taking me away from what I wish I was. I thought it was just a phase, but as the years passed, I just got more depressed. Other boys were rough, rugged, always playing sports and chasing the girls. And I was none of that. At first, I thought something was wrong with me. I didn’t enjoy the things other guys did. I didn’t have any friends, and was terrible at talking with girls. How could I explain to them that I was jealous of the bodies they had, the things they got to do. Deep down inside, I knew I wanted to be a girl, but I hid from this side of myself. I was afraid. They’d call me a creep, I just knew it. And so I turned to the one place where I could go to be what I wanted. In chat rooms and on forums, I was a girl. It was the only bright spot in my life. I could talk to people without fear, without feeling scared for being different. It was a lie, but it was a lie I enjoyed.

[f] [m] [oral] Email I sent my wife at work to get her warmed up for when she returned

You hungrily pull off my pants, throwing them to the side. Your tits are already free, and swing wildly back and forth as you quickly turn back to me. Your hands run up and down the fabric of my boxers, stroking my cock beneath, increasing its length. You grin mischievously as you pull the underwear away and my cock stands at attention, wobbling at its new found freedom. As I lift my ass off the bed to remove the last piece of fabric between us, you lean back and cup your breasts with your hands.

“Do you like my tits?” you coo sensually, and your right hand begins to tease the nipple, circling it. All I can manage is a groan as you lower yourself back to me. My hands are instantly on your chest, groping, squeezing, lightly pinching you tits.

Your tongue, meanwhile, has made first contact with my shaft. You drag your tongue up and down and swirl it around the tip. The sensations are hard to describe, but basically, it’s heaven wherever your tongue touches my cock. Watching you “attack” my cock with abandon turns me on even more. One of my favorite parts of sex is seeing your swirling tongue do what it does best, it’s incredibly hot. As you finally plunge your mouth, engulfing my cock as best you can, I twitch involuntarily inside your mouth.

Making Up For Lost Time Parts 2-3 [fm]

Hey everyone. This is the next part to a story I wrote a few days ago.

I know they start kind of slow and that there isn't much sex, but I'm trying to develop the character of Kim.

These are my first stories so please (please!) leave some feedback in the comments!

-Rick


The next day, Kim did as Alex suggested, and asked out a boy during physics lab. His name was Greg. Scraggly hair, busted glasses. Handsome but shy, and very nerdy. Kim had liked him right away.

"Hey Greg, listen… I was wondering if you have any plans tonight?" she asked as they were putting away books.

"Umm… why?" he answered.

"Well, I was wondering if you'd like to go do something? You know… a study date?" said Kim, putting emphasis on the word date.

"Sure. Want to work on the problem set?" Obviously, the emphasis was lost on Greg. So Kim improvised.

"Great! How about my place?"

Greg answered: "umm. I work better at the library. I'm there from 6:00 to 8:20. Anyway, I have to go. If you want help find me on the 4th floor stacks." Greg put on his backpack and left the lab.

GRO Part 7 – Jeni and Bella go shopping [Str8, Mf, huml, oral, prost]

After leaving Adam’s house, Jeni and Bella had gone to the mall. The first order of business was to replace their borrowed clothing. Bella’s improvised shirt-dress looked almost chic, but Jeni looked like a dyke – although that wasn’t a completely inaccurate description, given her recent activities.

But Jeni was a girly-girl at heart and yearned for more feminine attire. She also had a strong desire to deck little Bella and herself out in some clothes befitting two burgeoning sluts.

For Bella, Jeni has chosen the punk/goth clothing store. Soon she had the little latina decked out in black tank top, thigh high fishnets and a red and black plaid schoolgirl skirt. They also found her some calf-high lace-up boots with a four-inch spike heel. Dark red lipstick, black eye-liner and a spiked bondage collar completed the look. They didn’t choose any panties for her, though, so if she bent over in the skirt her ass was plainly visible – both girls agreed this was perfect.

(MF) Glory Stations

At Horrow Park Boys School, they had a problem. Their 18 year old last year students just weren't getting the great standard of grades that the directors wanted them to get in order for the school to retain its place on the league tables.

At a meeting, the senior staff discussed how best to motivate their boys more. They talked about frustration, lack of concentration and most of all a lack of interest in staying longer for revision. Someone pointed out that a great deal of the boys were keen to leave school to go meet their girlfriends, and this not only meant they spent less time in school but left those boys without a girlfriend feeling inadequate and frustrated at their lack of sexual activity.

That was when they decided to install the Glory Stations.

Making way in the computer room by sliding a few old desktops out of the way, they broke down the wall to the common room that the senior boys used. They created a small enclosure with three holes between the common room and the computer room. These were the glory stations, and at first it was decided that all unmarried female teachers under forty should take a half hour slot in the glory stations every day should they wish to keep their job.

The Lesson – (ffm) (oral, mast, swing) – Hannah gets her first lesson in sex.

“He’s not even gonna want to talk to me,” I whined to Callie as she pulled up to the house. Dozens of cars filled the mansion’s driveway, and the booming music could be heard all the way down the block.

“Not with that attitude he won’t,” She responded without missing a beat. Callie was always giving me advice about my attitude. It irked me more than I let her see. Mostly because I knew she was right.

“Fine, he’s gonna be stunned by my dazzling good looks and fascinating conversation and realize he loves me and – “

“Oh, shut up,” she cut me off. “Just try to have fun, Okay?”

“Fine.” I was surprised how easy I was to sway this time. Something about tonight just felt right. With the end of High School approaching, I was starting to feel like it didn’t matter how I behaved, so why not be the boldest version of myself that I could be?

GRO – The Miracle Cream [Str8, m/f, inc b/s, oral] Part 1 of many.

“Bobby do you want…WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

Jeni had entered her little brother’s room to ask him about dinner, but had instead found in naked from the waist down doing…something!

Now Bobby was scrambling to cover his privates with his bedspread—easily accomplished since, at 13, he didn’t have much to cover.

“GET OUT!” he was shouting.

“Bobby, were you masturbating?” Jeni asked mockingly, quickly finding amusement in the shameful situation.

“No…” Bobby said. He looked bashful, but something in his voice told her it was the truth.

“Then what?” Jeni put her hands on her hips and thrust out her chin as she asked, hoping to strike a pose of authority. At 16, she was certainly older than Bobby. But at 5’2” and barely 85-pounds, she was not the least bit bigger. If Bobby decided to make her get out, there would be nothing she could do to stop him.

However, Bobby didn’t seem to be in a position to put up much of a fight. His eyes involuntarily flicked to the bed. Following his gaze, Jeni saw what appeared to be a tube of toothpaste.

The Boss Blowjob [FM, Oral]

I don’t think my boyfriend would be too pleased if he knew exactly what my job entails. As the assistant to one of the most valuable businessmen in the company, I’m well aware of the stress that goes along with his job. He rarely gets a break throughout the day, so I’ve taken it upon myself to make sure he’s relaxed and able to focus at all times.

I imagine Mr. Hanson hired me because of my somewhat innocent look. I have short brown hair with the slightest hint of natural red. My cheeks are freckled underneath my naive looking big brown eyes and my small pink mouth naturally forms a pouting expression. It’s an understatement to say I’ve exploited my charming appearance in the past. This job was no exception.

Forced Favors [FM] [Str8] [blkmail] [reluc] [huml]

My flatmates hosted a party last Friday. We all work at the same huge company, and most the guests were also employees there, people I've seen a few times, maybe talked to, but not many I knew well.

On Saturday morning I had plans with my boyfriend for his 25th birthday, so I intended to shower and pass out early.

During the party one of my flatmates introduced me to his coworkers, Faisal and Jason. I talked with them for the better part of an hour before deciding to retire. They were both fun to talk to, interesting. Faisal was texting someone the entire time, so I mostly spoke with Jason, which was totally fine by me at the time because Jason is hot. We exchanged stories about our hometown, work, etc, and he seemed totally normal.

I excused myself to get ready for bed and went to my room, gathered my clothes, and headed to the bathroom. About ten feet of hallway separates my room from the bathroom, so suppose he saw me walking there with my clothes and towel. I took off my clothes and set them on the counter top next to my pajamas, and got in the shower like normal.

The Accidental Whore [M][F]

"Sally?" a familiar voice said, "It's me, Eric." She remembered him, and thoughts of better times flowed through her head. He had a big smile. Sally puts on her best customer service smile. "I haven't seen you in a while. How are you doing?" "Oh, great! The company I work for just went IPO!" Eric gushed for several minutes about his job and how well it was going, oblivious to Sally's obvious uncomfortableness.

Of course Sally remembered him. Sally was absolutely in love with Eric in high school. He dumped her mid-way through junior year for reasons she could only guess at.

"Oh, hey, you were always a snappy dresser" he said. "I have to get some clothing for the shareholder party. How about you call me when you get off work, and help me pick out some clothing?" He has grown since high school, because he picks up on Sally's less than enthused but still polite facial expression. "Come on. I'll give you $100. You are my fashion adviser."

Sally brightened. "Oh, of course! I'm off at four today." The pair exchange numbers and agree to meet in the parking lot at a quarter after.