The summer I graduated was my second,but first big sexual awakening.I was somewhat of a late bloomer when it came to puberty,having been pushed through with steroids,due to allergy issues,however they seemed to speed me through it very rapidly,full force.As a result I was very muscular and very horny ,however it left me with a slightly smaller than average package… of dynamite!.I was an advanced student throughout school ,which meant I was usually a couple years younger than my friends and classmates,and also a year to kill between high school and my planned college education.Well when my father died I was only 15 and my mom moved us from the Adirondacks mountains of upstate New York back to Northern California.With mom working quite a bit and enjoying her new found freedom I was free to get into whatever mischief I felt like and oh did I.I immediately grew my hair long and started experimenting with drugs,favoring coke,but meth was cheaper,easier and everywhere,literally,walking down the street complete strangers would ask,”hey,wanna do a line”,it was the mid ’80’s.This wonderful drug kept me at a constant full sexual lust,but further shrunk my little,horny,cum leaking package. ……..It was summer 1987.I had just graduated,a year ahead of most of my friends(I had been advanced a total of 2 1/2 years throughout my school years)I had at least a full year to fuck around before my serious education started.I worked some construction with my older brothers so I had cash,a new truck,a steady girlfriend that I ditched at least three or four days(and nights)a week to party.Oh, and I sold some screaming good speed on the side.After a night of hopping from kegged to kegger it was about 2 am,it was hot,june in Northern California,my buddies and I decided that since we where all wired for sound and we’re gonna be that way for a long time cause the shit was so good back then,we would grab our fishing poles and reconvene at a spot on the river where we often had bonfires and small parties,kinda hard to drive to without a 4wheel drive but close by.I was hiding from my big boobed,big sexy fat assed,bon Jovi bitch girlfriend so I hitched a ride with my buddies even sexier much older sister as she was going home right passed the dirt road down which our little beach was.I chopped her and I a ridiculously large line up(hoping she would wanna take me home to fuck,but struck out)and walked down to the river a couple of trucks were already there so i lit a fire and baited my hook and drank beer and bullshit with a dork till my buddies showed up shortly thereafter.they threw a hook in and grabbed a beer and picked on the dorks till they left.We were babbling on in meth fueled talk till the sun started coming up like my precum leaking crankdick when they announced that two of them had to go,as they had to start a new job harvesting prunes that morning,one other wanted to go home because he didn’t catch anything and was cold and mosquito bitten.I said I was gonna stay because I had caught a couple of decent fish and I could walk the 3/4 mile home.We agreed to meet that same evening when the others got off work to fish some more.One of the boys handed me the paper bag with the bait and three or four porno magazines he had shoplifted while buying bait the night before,he said oh,”here in case you get bored or horny”,have’nt even open ’em yet,they are virgin,no stuck pages”,I called him “fag”,and they left.leaving me,the fire,fishing pole,couple beers,a water…..and entertainment. After the sun rose it started getting hot,fire died,I chopped another bagger and got up to piss and check on my drooling amphetamine shrunk-to-nothing sized little cock.It was so horny and shrunken due to how horny and wired I was that I could barely hold it so I dropped my shorts all the way down to the ground and dribbled piss and precum while bathing in the warm morning sunlight.Then….I remembered the porn mags that were left.Sweet!”I hope they are good and nasty” I said out loud,loving to talk dirty to myself like I often did when all tweaked and horny. I ripped the plastic open,wnile my shorts were still down at my feet.I kicked them off and sat on the large fallen tree that previously served as firewood and bench.In my hand was the Holy Grail of porno filth!Hustler,the most reliable publication of jizz flying scripture I had known,”WOW,its even current!”Beaver hunt and all,no missing pages or cut out IPC code,the FDIC of spankbanks!Also was a copy of Big Buttsex loving Mature sluts,or something like that ,also just what I was into….oh, and New friends swingers.As morning burned away I studied each page with the intense scrutiny of a chess player,while slowly,with two fingers,tugged and pulled at my shrivelled,pre-cum covered speed-weenie in the open.Occasionally taking a break to do another blast on a nasty page and licking the residue off some open asshole shot or tranny phone sex ad.I remembered I had a small jar of Vaseline I had taken from my friends sexy slut sister on the ride here(it’s still my favorite jerkin lube,first introduced by one of my jerking/cocksucking/buttfucking cousins a few years previous).The mere thought of having a jar of a females “pussy in a jar”made me squirt a little cum when I reached down to grab it and my asshole spread open so I felt a cool breeze inside it.I started to get MUCH hornier,thinking I would like to even have a guy there getting kinky with me or a boy. The Beaver hunt was great that issue,Kinky,nasty,perverted everyday sluts saying filthy,trashy shit like how they like to tease the neighbor boys by bending over dramatically show the cum in their freshly fucked assholes and great stuff like that.I studied each nasty dream mom or aunt and greased up my now hardening cock,occasionally slipping a grease covered finger to my horny asshole,then in it.All the sudden I hear something walking the the undergrowth and trees.I grab my Vaseline and forgetting about my sand covered shorts I creep back into the trees and on a trail about fifty feet away are some younger kids a fat,bully looking kid and two boys and a chubby girl all around the same age but the bully looking one he was maybe a couple years older.they don’t notice me and walk down the trail towards,i assume a shallower beach thats down that direction.I notice one of the other boys squats,moves a board and grabs something in one of those liquor store type bags and they keep going as I see the bully trying to,unsuccesfully”pants” both boys and the girl who is wearing a dirty one piece with tshirt. I take a skinny-dip to freshen up and revive only to have it once more shrink me to kid size,but clean and cool.I have come to be aroused and mentally like the idea of my horny little baby crankdick and imagine sucking one like it or getting buttfucking by one like it,in fact I feel kinda bold and proud,after all I’m pretty much built like a bodybuilder already,good tan,drug dealer,some sluts would still want to have nasty sex and play with my horny little blue headed cock! While getting back to stroking and studying each Beaver hunt,open pussy pic and statement,i am pleasantly aroused by not one ,but two of my hometown horny girls.One is this kinda strange dressing,older very eccentric lady that lived two blocks from my house!There was a neighborhood rumor that she sunbathed nude that was confirmed by her list of hobbies,next to getting men and boys to masturbate to her while she gives her pussy till squirting….then the last kinda beat up looking bottle blond,crankwhore that happened to be staying at my house temporarily while getting on her feet(..and attempting to catch one of my older brothers that was getting divorced and once in a while stayed at our house when not working out of town).This gal oozed the”horny,crankwhore” look,catching my eye upon introduction,prompting me to not only vote “yes” when asked whether we let her stay a few weeks or not,but I immediately locked myself in my room for a three hour five gunshot,stroke session,imaging her wanting to do vile nasty things for some of my dope. Then I hear some noise coming down river,its a group of tubers loudly talking about how someone’s tube popped and they were on foot.after they passed I openly sat on the bank,fishing and jerking my semi-hard cock with Vaseline,when out of nowhere behind me I hear a whistle,its a naked 25-30ish big guy with his cock rock hard jerking it all dry and red watching me.He is about twenty feet away,sunburned but his cock is easily three times the size of mine,although he is barely bigger in stature and I a much more lean and muscular.His hair is short and black too much body hair too.Im not sure what to do but I’m getting harder so I improve his view by turning around on this fallen tree I’m was standing on,jump to the ground bend over to grab my dropped Vaseline jar,while allowing my hairless ass to speed more than is natural,offering him some.”Looks like your getting red”.is all I can think to say,reffering to his dry stroked hairy cock.”yeah,i burn easy”he says thinking I’m talking about his sunburn.”There is some skinny dipping boys and naked fat girl upstream she is letting a kid fuck her while a chubby oversized ,bigger kid is giving head to another boy while he jacks off”,”they with you?””Nope not with me,i seen them go that way though””felt kinda creepy watching them,but it sure got me hard and thinking nasty””You OK if I lube up some more and Jack off with you,i could suck your cock or I’ll fuck you if you want””No, I’m good on that I’ve got some porn mags we can jack off together though””sounds good,you gonna be a bodybuilder?,”maybe”,”should,gotta good start”,thanks”. We flipped pages and stroked talking dirty,him saying how the older lady,he had seen around,thats when I asked if he recognized Peggy the tweeter whore staying at my house he said no but”where you live?”,I lied I speed my asscheeks and tried to open myasshole to help him cum,but he shot his wad on a tranny ad in the back of my magazine and left,,,I never did come…till that night when I came home,horny and sunburned to a crisp.Peggy was the only one there she was in lingerie my brother had stopped by,rudely told her “NoWay”,and while she was sitting in my room on my bed w with he r naked shaved pussy on my pillow trying to scrape a little mirror I had in my nightstand with my Vaseline….and the rest later…
Tag: Drugs
S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch2. [Fm, reluctant, non-con, slow, mast, mdom]
Sub M.O.M.S (Ingrid) Chapters 2
by DiscipleN
Chapter 2
Over the next two years I kept Andrew from using me indiscriminately, by changing my morning routines. If I didn’t sleep in and busied myself outside, Andrew was too shy to bother me. Which meant, I went to bed earlier and exhausted. My marital sex life suffered, but I only jacked off my son six times over those two years. I’m not sure the trade-off was worth it. I wanted my husband’s love, but to get the hot sex I craved, I had to disrupt his work at home more frequently. He grew irritable.
“Ingrid, darling, you used to save it for bedtime. Can’t you wait?”
If I waited, I’d be too tired to bone my big man. “Nooo.” I whined.
He capitulated that day, but starting the following week, he worked one less day at home and one more at his office. It actually helped smooth over our mutual overfamiliarity.
Andrew caught me at home during one of those extra days his father worked away. I hadn’t adapted my routine quickly enough to keep a safe distance.
[MF] Seducing my big sister’s married friend
Pooja is married, almost ten years elder to me and has been my playmate for almost a year. If you don’t like cheating stories, you should stop reading now.
Pooja has known me since I was twelve or thirteen; I am twenty-six now. During my adolescent years I never thought of her in a sexual manner. She is a friend of my eldest step sister. The last time I met Pooja was for my sister’s wedding when I was in high school. I have lusted and checked out every single friend of my elder sister. My sister is very good looking and had over half dozen good looking friends. Although I didn’t particularly single out any of them, everyone was an object of my dirty fantasies one time or the other. I have seen Pooja hang out in our pool with my sister many times when I was in school. She always treated me like a little brother.
Pooja is average in height, in her mid-thirties with an interesting attractive face. Her breasts are astonishingly upright, her ass is not small, but tight and very inviting. Her thighs are firm, round and even. With her professional, moderate style of dressing she is a mature, sensuous dish, always perfumed and well groomed.
The one where my friend pimped me out for drugs [MF]
*This one isn’t one of my favorite sexual experiences or anything. It’s just something that happened out of nowhere and ended up being pretty fun with a good surrounding story (at least in my opinion). This isn’t actually something I thought about posting, but somehow conversations with people on here inspire me to post certain memories I never thought would be that interesting.*
C**haracters in this story:**
**Me:** 5’4 brunette of Italian descent. Slim body, nice ass, 32B boobs. 21 at the time of this story (college junior) and wearing a long-sleeved, scoop-neck red formfitting mini dress with a black belt around the waist.
**Grace:** One of my good friends to this day (also 21and a junior in this story), Irish-looking but with her hair dyed dark brown (naturally lighter reddish brown). Wears black all the time, combat boots, and fishnets. Also wears a leather moro-style jacket often, which I have one similar to. Into smoking pot, doing cocaine, and bumming smokes off f whoever when she’s drunk.
**Anthony:** Very attractive pot-head a year ahead of me in college (a 22 year old senior in this story). Always had a good supply of drugs and willing to share with girls. Hot, but literally no real chemistry with him.
Milky Surprise
Lisa and I had been friends a long time. We had seen each other through bad loves and happy times for decades. But despite my attraction to her, I had never once approached her with anything more than a dinner date. She did her thing, I did mine, and we offered a shoulder when it was needed. Best friends.
But I wanted her. With every beat of my heart I longed for her, but superstition and fear kept me from trying. Things never worked out when I went after a woman I was interested in. At least when I waited for someone interested in me, it had a chance of going somewhere. So I made jokes, the only thing I was good at. Some mild sexual innuendo that made her giggle. Play along when she made comments about her voluptuous figure or pretended to hit on me.
Milky Secret (a lactation fantasy)
Lisa and I had been friends a long time. We had seen each other through bad loves and happy times for decades. But despite my attraction to her, I had never once approached her with anything more than a dinner date. She did her thing, I did mine, and we offered a shoulder when it was needed. Best friends.
But I wanted her. With every beat of my heart I longed for her, but superstition and fear kept me from trying. Things never worked out when I went after a woman I was interested in. At least when I waited for someone interested in me, it had a chance of going somewhere. So I made jokes, the only thing I was good at. Some mild sexual innuendo that made her giggle. Play along when she made comments about her voluptuous figure or pretended to hit on me.
Futanari Family (FF, mother/daughter)
The package was marked Linda Thiel. A yellow envelope, 9 x 12 and lined with bubble wrap. When I tore it open, I found two white bottles. I shook each one. They didn’t sound full, maybe half full. I turned them over to read the label. One had my mother’s name, Linda. The other had mine, Casey.
There was just the label with our names. The rest of the bottle was blank.
I remembered the doctor that had actually signed the final paperwork and assigned us to this test. It had been after the third medical screening and examination. I was lying on an examination table, my legs spread, I had just finished masturbating and the doctor was examining my vulva and clit with gloved hands. “You do understand what the drug will do?” She had asked, picking up a long swab and inserting it into my vagina. “The side effects are still being determined,” she had said. “We can’t tell you what the drug will do to you.”
Mom almost hadn’t signed. Examinations done, we had sat in front of a lawyer with a briefcase full of paperwork for almost an hour. There were more waivers than there were warnings. The pill could kill us and they wouldn’t be liable.
Tea Time [MF] [drugs]
“Drink this and Jeff will fuck you like a stallion!”
That was what Jessica King’s eccentric Aunt Mayne had told her the other day when she gave her an unmarked box of custom tea packs. She didn’t entirely recall what had led to them talking about sex life, but it happened and she was still recovering from the embarrassment.
Then again, she hadn’t exactly been too subtle about the recent shortcomings in her personal life lately. Her friends and family had commented more than once that she looked overly uptight and exceedingly stressed, especially for someone who worked her dream job as a costume designer and married her college sweetheart. Jessica had so few reasons to complain that she had to be extra subtle about her problems, but that proved challenging when it came to sex.
Standing in her kitchen, staring at the unmarked box her Aunt had given her, she wasn’t sure what to make of it. There were no labels or logos on the side. Her Aunt Mayne clearly hadn’t bought it from the internet or anything. She was the eccentric of the family, a free spirited older woman who loved to travel and bring back strange souvenirs. Her bringing back exotic tea seemed perfectly in character.
[Fm] I was celibate for a long time. And then I seduced a high school boy.
I was a typical wild child as a teenager. It was the early 80s. I partied. I drank. I used drugs. I slept around.
I REALLY slept around. And I got knocked up.
Being a teen mom slowed things down. I spent 18 years being a good girl. And my son grew up with such a soft spot
for young single moms that he decided to marry one. I thought I’d be done with child care and ready to focus more on
myself, but instead I was a grandmother in my mid-30s and having to lend a helping hand.
That’s not a complaint. Just a fact. I loved it! But it didn’t leave much time for dating. I had relationships.
Some of them were very nice. But nothing got too serious. And it definitely never got too wild.
I spent a lot of time doing yoga. I also did some cardio, but avoided running since it is uncomfortable when you’re
as busty as I am. I got really into the internet. And porn. And sex toys. And masturbation. In my 40s I felt like
Do you like writing/speaking erotica?
When I see porn, I often think about the people who don’t *really* want to be there; those that are just doing it for drugs, money, because they were talked into it, non-consenting, or for whatever reason don’t actually desire to participate in the making of that video/picture.
It’s led me to thinking, is there anyone here (in the erotica world) who doesn’t actually want to do what they’re doing?
I can imagine writing for money wouldn’t be very successful, so am assuming that people are here because they like writing/speaking.
Is this a fair assumption, or am I being incredibly naive?
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