First pegging experience

Josh and Tyler had been friends since middle school. From there the bond between them only grew stronger as they went through high school and then college together.

After college, Josh moved to Nashville after receiving a great job offer with an investment firm. Tyler had moved to New York City to further pursue her art. Now at 28, they found themselves again brought back together in New York City after Josh took a promotion that took him to the Big Apple.

Josh could be described as a charming. This, coupled with his intelligence, lead to a very successful career. He was 6’1 205lbs and light green eyes. He had a muscular build and defined jawline.

His brown hair was always neatly manicured and he usually maintained just a bit of scruff. Josh took great pride in his appearance and continued a rigorous gym routine even after his college football days had ended.

Tyler on the other hand was more of a free spirit. While she was very athletic like Josh, and was very much a tomboy, they differed in nearly every other way. Tyler was 5’4 120lbs.

Knowing you will go too far with her out of pure desire…never thinking you would go this far and love it!![FM][fantasy]

The phone rings, I slowly walk over to see who it is. My heart leaps as I fumble to pick up the phone. My mind battles between thought of this unexpected call. Do I answer it if let it go to voice mail? I tell myself to stay calm because she hasn’t called in over a month. Thoughts race through my head of the last time she did. It took me two days to physically recover and almost a week before my mind cleared. I brace myself, “Hello?”
“Hello…not the kind of greeting I was expecting. So how is my guy doing today?”
“I’m good, really good. How are you?” Even I hear the trembling of my voice.
“You sure you good? You sound exhausted. How would you like a nice relaxing night out with me?”
“Define relaxing? The last night out we had was anything but relaxing. I’m still trying to figure out fantasy from reality.”
“Brian I remember that night well and as I recall you embraced everything we did. Do you trust me.”
Their was the question that always drew me in and left me weak and vulnerable to her. She knew exactly when to play that card each and every time. My interest and desire took over. “What time should I be ready.”
I literally could hear her smile.

Clementina, Part XXII [extreme, sf/horror/fantasy, monster, tentacles, transgender, anal, lactation, TTTTFFF]

WARNING: THIS IS, AT TIMES, A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR/MODIFICATIONS, MONSTERS, WEIRD SLIMY EXTREME SEX, ANAL, INCEST, LACTATION, GORE, AND MORE.

Happy Horny Holidays, Clementina is back!

If you are new to this story, I suggest going back and reading the earlier parts or you will be confused.

As with the previous installments, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed. Please heed all warnings!

There are transgender people in this story, there are monsters in this story, and there are transgender monsters in this story. I AM NOT IMPLYING TRANSGENDER PEOPLE ARE MONSTERS. I am just having fun with genders.

This story assumes you have read all previous parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.

This part begins Chapter 5, and begins immediately after Part XXI ends.

I appreciate all your comments and feedback in the comments section and read every one of them. And if you have been paying attention, more than one reader suggestion has made its way into the story..

Clementina, Part XXII

[MF] Putting on a show for my neighbor

I (31m) live in a high-rise that is designed kind of like a ‘Z’. So, my bedroom window bumps up to my neighbor’s bedroom window as our two units are at a corner. She is a beautiful late 50s woman, who prides herself on her fitness with curves where it counts. When we occasionally pass each other in the hall she seems like a very nice and outgoing person but we haven’t had a conversation outside of basic pleasantries.

When the pandemic was in full swing and lockdowns were happening, I tended to resort to self-pleasure more often to pass the time and deal with urges. A lot of time, I’d fantasize about her catching me and what she would do, hoping she’d have her way.

Miss Reed and the Professor

The hour was getting late on a Friday afternoon, and he was getting progressively perturbed. The office floor was practically deserted, pleasantly so one should think. But of course, this one idiot of a professor had to cram in all the student feedback into one week, making it impossible to get a break or an ounce of clarity in his mind. “Okay, just one more and I can go home” he muttered to himself. He had let the students book their own appointments for these little feedback sessions, based on available timeslots in an online spreadsheet. He did not expect anyone to actually book the 18.30 slot on Friday, who would be antisocial enough to do that to themselves? Then he looked up the name… and instantly got a bad feeling about this.

An innocent massage for my former college athlete sister in law. 36M

Apologies in advance as this is waaaay longer than I expected. This started as non-fiction and ended in a bit of fantasy. Thanks for reading!

I’ve always had a bit of a crush on my wife’s (Natalie) younger sister (Kristine). She lives out of state, but when she comes into town it’s always a treat. Not just because she’s attractive, she’s genuinely fun to be around. My wife and her are both naturally beautiful, but in their own ways. So much so, that you’d probably never guess they were sisters at all. My wife is about 5′ 4″ with naturally blonde hair down to the middle of her back, a slim and delicate figure, with looks similar to Emma Stone. Her sister on the other hand is about 5′ 6″ with long auburn hair and all of the classic beauty of Audrey Hepburn, mixed with all of the voluptuousness of Scarlett Johansson. She was a former college volleyball player and I can still remember those skimpy little volleyball shorts that just barely reached the bottoms of her ass cheeks. You can tell by the way she carries herself she was a tomboy as a child, and keeps her body in a perpetually athletic shape. She has a scar above her right eye that splits her brow 60/40, so when she gives you a certain look, she seems fierce and sexy all at the same time.

New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 125-127) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]

**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.

Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.

## 125: ED

With a decent healing Skill secured, Beatrice had only one thing left to do—complete the prerequisite condition for the Skill to be usable. Again, Beatrice swallowed hard. She needed to have sex with the dying girl.

Slowly and with great anxiety Beatrice moved to take her position between Tabitha’s legs. The closer Beatrice got to her position, the slower she moved. Beatrice was sweating. She knew what needed to be done. All that it required was a raging hard cock. A hard cock and a quick pounding were all it took in this world to save someone from dying. At least for a magical, Goddess-blessed sex demon-like Beatrice. There was only one problem. The succubus was not getting hard at all.

Chapter 1. How a sweet Sorority girl with a PhD and four kids got into the Lifestyle, and ultimately became a Hotwife (NSFW)

I’m so flattered to have received so many inquiries for details about how I found this lifestyle.  It’s been one of the most amazing journeys to experience with my husband, and I’d love to share our experience here.  Each week, I’ll be posting detailed accounts of another step we’ve taken together.  I hope that you can share in our enjoyment.  Here’s where the story begins…

My husband and I have been happily married for almost 20 years.  We’ve always had a fulfilling sex life, and genuinely enjoy each other’s company.  That said, as careers, kids, and real life pounded down on us, we wanted to be sure we stayed connected and strong through it all – we never wanted the initial passion we felt for each other to fade.  We sat down one night and talked openly about how to keep our spark strong.  We agreed that the start of any relationship is always the most exciting – everything is new!  So, we decided to act as though we were each other’s boyfriend/girlfriend, not just a husband/wife who are like passing ships in the night.  My husband asked if I would send him sexy texts and pictures throughout the day at work.  It hadn’t occurred to me to do this – in my mind, that was a thing for younger couples to do, and I had never done anything like that before.  It gave me such a rush at the thought that my sexy pictures were out there for someone – even if only my husband.  My flirty texts would drive him wild at work so that when he came home, he would tease, flirt, and ravish me in irresistible ways that gave me butterflies.  This would lead me to want to greet him at home with nothing but lingerie on, and so our desire to please each other would feed on itself.  It was fabulous and fun.

Serving my former daddy [MF] [rimming] [fellatio] [deep throat] [licking cum]

Letting go of you is hard
But I know I need to

I will keep some memories in a box inside my busy brain
And the ever expanding fantasy of meeting face to face in a town without consequences

In this place, there is no Daddy, no work colleagues, no pretense or artifice.

It’s you and I. Our desire, our lust, our pain, our baggage. Let’s just fuck.

I want to move between dominance and submission with you, a tango of sex.

I will pin you up against the wall, naked, arms and legs spread wide. I hold your arms as I softly kiss your face, your mouth, your ears, your neck. I’m fully clothed and the soft silky dress is smooth and cool against you.

I move down your body and kiss and lick every beautiful inch of you. I worship you. And you love to be worshipped. It’s agonisingly slow and deliberate, and your cock is growing bigger and harder.

Turn around.

Your back is a work of art. I know I can be rougher. I bite and squeeze and rake my nails over you, leaving tracks of pink warm skin.

Dad caught cheating by daughter

All characters are 18+

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“You like that, slut? My cock deep in your pussy?”

My assistant was bent over my desk, her skirt around her waist, her panties looped around one ankle. My right hand kept her head pinned to the glass surface causing each of her panted breaths to fog up the area at her mouth. My other hand gripped her hip tight enough to bruise, steadying her while I pounded myself against her round ass, sending my cock deep.

“Yes! Fuck me, Jer. Harder!”

I hunched over her back to give her exactly what she wanted and nearly came face to face with the framed family photograph in pride of place on my desk. In the picture, a man who worked 70 hours a week stood with is arm draped around the shoulders of a petite woman with graying hair, whose thighs might as well be glued together. On his other side was a teen with his eyes, the woman’s full lips, and a pair of legs that went on for days. If you looked closely enough, there was a slight shadow on her t-shirt, right at the crest of one round breast, where her tight nipple poked out far enough to block the sunlight. Hers was the only smile in the photograph that seemed genuine.