The Invasion of Alpha Sigma Sigma Pt3 [?FFFFFF][sci-fi, futa, preg, tentacle, oral, anal, “drugs”, Fdom, Fsub, nc]

###A story of love, alien invasions, and kinky futa sex. Okay, not much love. Mild body horror involved, but more transformation/impregnation and less chest bursting. I generally dislike gore/blood, this is all for fun. May or may not post updates as the wind decides. I welcome comments.

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Jaime growled in frustration at the insistent knock on her door. She’d just managed to strip out of her sweats and crawl beneath the covers ten minutes ago, but sleep did not appear to be in the cards. She swiped her glasses back onto her nose and rose to go open the door.

On the other side stood Miranda Savage, resident beauty and grade-A bitch. Grade-A everything, for that matter. Tall, with raven-black hair and toned curves that belonged on stage. The only consolation was that this was her senior year, so some other lucky girl would soon be crowned the new beauty queen. But no one would likely soon forget Miranda.

A surprise visitor in the men’s showers [MF][exh][oral]

Oliver stepped out of the pool having just finished his laps. His chest was heaving and his muscles felt like they were on fire. Swimming was hard work these days but he just loved the feeling of his muscles pulled tight beneath his skin. The sky was blue, the sun was shining and thoughts of what he was going to do with Lyn that afternoon had him feeling fantastic.

He spied her on the banks on the far side of the pool. She was lying on her stomach, tanning in her bikini and reading her book. A teenager walked past her readjusting his crotch as he not-so-subtly checked her out. As he got closer Oliver had to admit the guy had good reason to. Lyn’s toned legs were glistening from the tanning oil and her skin shone golden brown in the sun. Her bikini bottom was riding up her butt cheeks giving everyone who walked past a good view of her tight behind. Her legs were slightly spread and those who were game enough to stare could see the fabric of her bikini clinging delicately to the outline of her pussy.

House of Darkness: Chapter 1 [fantasy] [nc] [Fdom] [F] [M] [bd]

The uneasy silence of the night was broken by the impact of a thick leather boot on the heavy wood of an old church door. The door shuddered and creaked slowly inward, but was otherwise unchanged by the abuse.

 

Faint streams of silvery moonlight danced over the stone entryway just beyond the door, but failed to illuminate any further within. There was a long, ragged, drawing of breath and the wearer of those well-traveled boots cautiously entered the forgotten church.

 

His name was William. He was 18 and barely a man. A Knight of the Holy Order, though not much of one. Not yet. He had not spoken the vow that would bind his life to service and had fled his training in the depth of night. Still, though he was untested in bloodshed, the long iron blade in his hand gleamed with a keen edge and the clanking iron plates of his armor did little to encumber him. He was broad in chest and shoulders, arms thick from the rough labors of early years as a farm boy. Locks of curled blonde hair stuck from under his leather cap at unruly angles. The lantern in his left hand was steady as he took his first steps into the darkness which refused to yield.

[MFM],[Bi] Our First Threesome

My wife and I have been talking about opening up romantically or otherwise inviting others into our bed for a year or so. In the realm of polyamory, we are a rare and fabled pairing of a Unicorn and a Pegasus.

My wife is tall (5’8″), long brunette hair, trimmed downstairs, B cups, long legs, and an ass that I love. Her carpet matches the drapes. I’m 6’0″, 200lbs, at the beginning stages of a dad-bod. I’m clean shaven (my face, I trim my bush), brown/blonde hair. I’m also rare on Reddit in that I am entirely average downstairs, with a slight upward curve (sorry, no 8.5 inch massive dong here).

We had never been in a legitimate threesome before (she had a petting and make out session with two other women – a story suitable for r/hotpast). After a lot of talking, and fantasizing, we reached a point where we decided to create profiles on OK Cupid. We were looking primarily for friends in the LGBTQ / poly communities, with the potential for more than friendship.

My wife had already been with another woman, and knew she was bi. I had never been with a guy, but was definitely bi-curious. I was open to her talking to either gender.

Kerri and Mindy Pt3 [FF, FF, fist, FM, oral]

Part 3.

“Oh my,” I heard, “That was really sexy.”

Jules lifted her head and asked, “You were watching?”

“Oh yeah, and it was beautiful.” Charvi, I thought.

Jules moved and I looked over towards the voice and Charvi was standing there, holding hands with Kerri, both of them naked. Fuck, they were just so sexy, both of them. I brutally supressed my feelings here.

“Finished already?” Jules asked.

“No, but you were making so much noise that we had to look to see if everything was alright.”

I could see Charvi looking at me, wide eyed, and I don’t think that I really minded her seeing me, naked, on my back, legs spread, a woman’s cum on my face.

But then I thought, This is fucking awkward.

I got up and without a word, went into the bedroom that Kerri and Charvi had just left. Reaching around under the mattress in the drawers in the bed base, I pulled out the strapon that I had bought a couple of weeks ago. Kerri and I had used it a couple of times and she didn’t mind me fucking her with it. I put it on and just walked out to where the girls were.

[MF] A collection of moments from when my Brit and I met up (part 1)

So for those of you who have been following my Brit and I, you know of our most recent meet up and the two stories we told (one by her of our first night, one by me of our second night). Well, unfortunately most of the weekend seems to combine in my head into one giant blur of sex, tits, cocks, pussy, and cum, so I can’t tell a coherent from start to end story for our third entry, but I do have several choice things that I remember that I’d love to tell you all about. A collection of short stories, if you will, with little set up to them but mostly the dirty details, which I know you all love. So here you go, a few wonderful collections of things we did.

As a quick recap, for those of you who don’t feel like looking up our previous stories and for some reason don’t want to look at the very sexy pictures of my Brit that we upload on here, here’s what we look like. She’s 23, British, 5’3, pierced nipples, shaved pussy, the most perfect green eyes you can imagine, and her body is just the most perfect thing in the world. I’m 29, American, 6’1, non pierced nipples, athletic body build, boring blue eyes, and a fair sized cock I’d reckon (though you can look for yourselves, we’ve posted a few pics of my cock in her, though nowhere near enough if you ask me).

[M]y Wi[F]e Lucy Invites a [F]riend over.

Hi again. 
Since my last story not a lot has happened between Lucy and myself that was worth writing about, a few regular vanilla sessions and one or two were she tied me up and quietly had her way with me after putting the kids to bed. That was until last weekend when Lucy had another surprise for me.

It all started last Friday, it was a crazy week at work. One of those weeks were anything that could go wrong, went wrong. My stress levels had gone through the roof and I couldn’t wait till quitting time, unfortunately my boss had other plans and decided I should put in some overtime to get back on top of everything. Reluctantly I agreed to stay an extra hour, I text Lucy to let her know I would be late home and got back to work. She texted back a few moments later saying “That’s ok babe, I have plans to cheer you up when you get home”. I quickly texted back trying to fish for more details about her plans, but she never replied. I got back to work and struggled through an other hour before finally getting to head home. I got home in great time, one advantage of working late is missing the rush hour traffic. 

Night on The Town, Part 3 [MF] [Oral] [Lite Exh] [Third Person]

(Part 2 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6q8gwo/night_on_the_town_part_2_mf_oral_lite_exh_third/)).

 

Kate opened the bathroom door, revealing an elderly woman, her frown pulling the wrinkles on her face taut. The hallway was empty besides her, and beyond that the soft, jazzy music of the restaurant played undisrupted. If anyone had heard her orgasmic shout, they hadn’t reported it.

“The other bathrooms are full,” the woman said, shaking a fist, “presumably being used for their *intended* purpose. I’ve half a mind to tell management about you. I thought this was a *respectable* establishment.”

Kate and Mark filed out of the bathroom, giving the irate woman a wide berth. She shuffled into the bathroom muttering under her breath, and slammed the door with as much force as she was able.

The couple exchanged a glance, trying to bottle down their laughter. Mark straightened his tie and lead the way back to their table. He looked around the restaurant as surreptitiously as he could, but nobody seemed to realize he was there. Every table was in their own little world. They were all separate planets, orbiting each other but not quite touching. There was a sort of quiet beauty to that, he thought. In way, each couple were the most important people in the world. Nothing else mattered. He looked at his wife, took her hand. That was exactly the way he felt tonight.

Night on The Town, Part 3 [MF] [Oral] [Lite Exh] [Third Person]

(Part 2 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6q8gyb/night_on_the_town_part_2_mf_oral_lite_exh_third/)).

 

Kate opened the bathroom door, revealing an elderly woman, her frown pulling the wrinkles on her face taut. The hallway was empty besides her, and beyond that the soft, jazzy music of the restaurant played undisrupted. If anyone had heard her orgasmic shout, they hadn’t reported it.

“The other bathrooms are full,” the woman said, shaking a fist, “presumably being used for their *intended* purpose. I’ve half a mind to tell management about you. I thought this was a *respectable* establishment.”

Kate and Mark filed out of the bathroom, giving the irate woman a wide berth. She shuffled into the bathroom muttering under her breath, and slammed the door with as much force as she was able.

The couple exchanged a glance, trying to bottle down their laughter. Mark straightened his tie and lead the way back to their table. He looked around the restaurant as surreptitiously as he could, but nobody seemed to realize he was there. Every table was in their own little world. They were all separate planets, orbiting each other but not quite touching. There was a sort of quiet beauty to that, he thought. In way, each couple were the most important people in the world. Nothing else mattered. He looked at his wife, took her hand. That was exactly the way he felt tonight.

Eclipse Part One [mf] [light domination] [drug use] it’s really long, but I like to build tension so hopefully it’s worth it.

For the last year or so, I’ve been an active participant on some gone wild subreddits, a venture which has led to some interesting interactions and discoveries. Not the least of which was a meeting between an Australian man living in the UK and myself.

He decided to visit the U.S. in order to see the eclipse in Kentucky, and, as we had been carrying on conversation for several months, he invited me to join him on his road trip to the American South.

Of course, being in the line of totality for the first complete solar eclipse in my lifetime was a tantalizing offer, and it was compounded by the fact that he and I had passed countless hours discussing philosophy, morality, mental health, and literature. Not to mention Rick and Morty and Jurassic Park.

However, buzzing at the front of my mind like the soft beginnings of a Vicodin high was the OTHER topic often under discussion during the brief windows of time in which we were both awake. It was this delicious dizziness that really solidified my decision to go with him. I can say it was a desire to meet someone new, make a new friend, and gain an incredible experience that motivated me, but, for better or worse, my cunt is often my compass. It was the way the sexual tension between us would make me press my knees together in agonizing wanting that guided my feet.