Tag: Fisting

So Long [MF]

So long.

It had been so long that when he first caught sight of her, standing there on the deck of her boat, her blinding slightly goofy smile shining down at him, for a minute he wondered if he even remembered how.

She waved, disappeared, and next thing he knew she was scampering down the ramp, coming his way. Then she was in his arms and he held her close and as he kissed the nape of her neck and felt himself begin to grow against her thigh he thought, Oh yeah, I remember.

They walked towards his hotel. He hadn’t told her he’d gotten a room. Neither of them really knew, or admitted to themselves, what they were going to do, what was going to happen, but he was prepared, and if it did happen he knew the bed on her boat was too small. They needed a good bed, a big bed, something strong, the feeling of illicit intimacy only a hotel bed can properly provide. Read more »

The Glial Pool

Lady Cairstine was laughing and dancing around the Maypole with several other women, some noble born like her, and some of the common folk from the village. It was harvest and the festival was in full swing. Breathless from the exertion, she went for her wine which was sitting on the trestle table set up for her family. Drinking deeply from her cup, she had looked up to see a man standing in the doorway of the blacksmith’s shop, shirtless, with arms crossed, watching her intently. She quickly looked away but was taken aback by the way the muscle in his arms bulged as he stood there leaning on the door-frame. Her eyes had captured the strong set of his shoulders and the brown hair that covered his chest before she had looked away. Her stomach flipped around, and she cursed herself for acting like one of the girls that were out there flipping their hair and fluttering their eyelashes at the various young men of the village. She was no girl. Widowed and a mother of three, she had said goodbye to the days of fluttering eyelashes a long time ago. Read more »

Study Session – NSFW (Mfm) (bd) (spanking)

Jessica sat and listened as her professor read the poems to her. The smell of old books filled the chilly reading room as he voiced the lines for her. They sat among stacks of tattered volumes in the library’s basement. She sat watching her professor recite lines from poet after poet, thinking of the many dirty things she had fantasized about him.

He taught Jessica’s favorite class, “Nineteenth Century Erotic Literature”…classical stories and poems all about sex in one way or another. Reading the lines to herself was *inspiring* to say the least, she often masturbated while doing her assignments, even going as far as to make sure and leave some evidence of her lust on them when she turned some of them in. She had even caught her professor smelling a paper of hers once.

And now, as she heard his deep baritone reciting the words, all these elaborate metaphors for the dirtiest of deeds, she felt the need to relieve herself again. She wondered if he would notice, as he was so engrossed in the books. Surely she could cross her legs without alerting him to her intentions. Read more »

Arab Impregnates Wife [cuckold]

My wife, Janet and I invited our new neighbor Nadeem over for dinner one evening to welcome him to the neighborhood. He had just arrived from Pakistan and Linda suspected he was having a hard time adjusting to life in America. She tried hard to be culturally sensitive and didn’t offer him any alcohol or pork so as not to offend his Muslim faith. It was actually a bit of an uncomfortable evening because Nadeem was not a very unsophisticated conversationalist.

“So, when are you two going to have children?” Nadeem asked after we had retired to living room after the meal.

I stared down glumly at my tea, wishing it was a glass of wine and let me wife answer him.

“Oh I don’t know if we are going to have children, Nadeem,” said Janet. “I am so busy with my career, and I am getting older now.” She gave me a tender look.

“Yeah, we figure there are enough humans on the earth right now,” I said dutifully. In fact, I had wanted kids myself, but Janet had always put it off. Read more »

[MF] The english teacher – part 1

Reminder: The names of the characters are made up and the story is fictional.

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I’m in my first year of college and, as a foreign student, my english is not very good. So I sign up for one of Mrs. Robinson’s courses. She teaches english grammar and, from what I’ve heard, she’s an easy going teacher, with laid back teaching manner.

It’s a rainy day of Friday, it’s 09:49 and I’m trying to not be late on class. I enter the classroom and briefly look around.

I say “Hi”

The lady at the desk looks at me and says:

“Hello, please, take a seat.”

Her voice is kind and warm.

I put my umbrella down next to the door and go to my place.

As I sit down, I feel a tingle through my chest. “This lady is interesting” I say to myself.

I’ve always been turned on by classy mature women. I start to study her body and her movements.

She sits in her chair, her shoulders are slightly twisted toward the blackboard with her right hand pointing at something written there. Read more »

The culmination of all [M]y experiences with my step sister

There is a TL;DR at the bottom but it doesn’t do the story justice, so just know you’re not getting the full picture. Otherwise, enjoy!

When I was a freshman in high school my mom met a guy and they hit it off pretty well. She introduced me to him and his kids, a daughter and two sons. I thought the daughter was cool because she was my age, but the two sons were too old for me to really relate to, with one heading to college and one starting senior year.
The first time we hung out, I started to crush on my to-be-stepsister, we will call her Lana. She was shorter than me, she had this sort of strong attitude about her, and she was attractive as hell. As we got older I crushed on her harder and harder, and we got closer and closer. We listened to a lot of the same music (my favorite of which was Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men, which we sang as a duet even though she had a beautiful voice and I couldn’t sing at all), we watched videos together, and we basically spent every night for two years hanging out in her room, with me trying to flirt and her seemingly not noticing an ounce of it. This got to me, and eventually my crush began to fade as I took an interest in this Brazilian girl at school, and I had been bragging to the whole house that the Brazilian would be my next gf. In hindsight, I don’t know if my waning interest in Lana had anything to do with this, but out of the blue one day in her room we had this conversation almost exactly: Read more »

-LISA-

[Str8] [fiction]

Chapter 3 / Lisa and Bunny

It has been a few weeks since the double penetration and tentacle fucks and Lisa was sitting home, reading an old hentaï story she had in her desk.

She was wearing cute green Adidas shorts, which contrasted well with her snow-white hairs. Her eyes sparkeled with excitment behind those sexy glaces and if it weren’t for her college sweat, her hard nipples would have been free to wander. Two curvy legs were hanging from the side of the sofa and waving in the rythm of a song.

The story she was reading only reminded her of the tentacle guy and filled her with the need for more. She hadn’t heard him from then, and most importantly she hadn’t fucked also. She felt horny many times but hesitated to do something about it, so she ended up masturbating with her alien dildo every time.

Today however was diffrent. All this sexual energy she had since few weeks ago, she needed to use. She was finnally accepting who she really was-
a sex driven person, a wild slut in the search of eternal orgasm. Read more »

Ritual [catfight, fisting, anal, mff]

The king entered the throne room, wearing nothing but his crown and a toga. His dark skin glowing in the fire light with a sheen of sweat and oil. He was a well built man, with a bushy beard, broad chest and solid arms.

The throne room was empty except for a large round pit filled with dirt in the middle, with torches all around it to ensure whatever happens in the pit can be seen with utmost clarity.

After the king sat on the throne, he clapped his hands and from opposite ends of the room appeared 2 maidens. They were both stunningly beautiful, each with fair but tanned skin and curly hair. They were dressed in leather bikinis, wearing the tiniest g-strings that left very little to the imagination.

This was the traditional attire for the ritualistic combat of this kingdom. Every year, two of the most beautiful women from the land would fight each other to have the honor of fucking the king. This year, the two combatants were Liz and Kate. They were almost mirror images of each other. They had big voluptuous breasts and broad muscular shoulders. They had curvy but very athletic bodies, with thick muscular legs. Their bikinis were straining to contain their bulging tits and their tiny g-strings all but disappeared into their nether regions. Read more »

Wurzburg Witch Trial 2016 [MMMF][nc][huml]

Wurzburg, Germany

April 2016

If you were given the chance to save the life of another at the cost of great peril to yourself, would you do it? People might hesitate a little, and some others might not even think twice to turn away, after all self-preservation is the most important thing. But that’s certainly not what Karla Wagner would do. Otherwise, she wouldn’t find herself in this dire situation. In a world where magic is frowned upon, what was she doing using her ability to heal some stray cat in public park?

The young woman is gasping as she runs through the city alleyway. Her shoulder-length brown hair waves as she occasionally turns her head to watch her back. Her slender legs are slowly giving up, she’s been running non-stop for 20 minutes. After turning several times he stops briefly to catch her breath. Sweat is running down her fair skin, drenching her white blouse.

Ten seconds haven’t passed since Karla paused and around the corner, one man in a black uniform comes storming through. Their eyes are locked and by now break time is over. Read more »