Getting loose at a friend’s wedding [Group]

A close friend got married in late August and I got into some shenanigans. For reference, this circle of friends are wild and open-minded. It’s not the first time we’ve ended up naked at the end of a night, but it was the first time I’ve had MFFM, so here we go. Spoiler: I did not get it on with the bride or the groom.

I’d fucked all of them before. Roxanne and Mark are married to each other and were my first-ever threesome experience. We’ve had several threesomes since then and I’ve fooled around with both of them separately. Andrew and I have been casual partners for the past couple years and Andrew is also one of my best friends. I wasn’t expecting anything going into the night because both the bride’s and groom’s families are conservative and somewhat religious. So, even though I’ve been her six while she sucked cock in an alley, I knew that her wild side would not be making an appearance. But I digress.

[M]y worst decision. [F]ollowed by the best sex I’ve ever had.

A few years back, I was on a deployment to an undisclosed location in Southeast Asia. I was married, and we were in a rough spot before I left, as I’m an adventerous guy with a high libido, and my wife is just the opposite.

We’d been talking about our problems even before I left, but a few months into the deployment, the talks got explosive, so much so that we’d go days without talking. With divorce popping up as an option several times.

One of those times included my off day, where I was hanging out at the MWR when I saw a perfect butt hanging off of a pool table. I went about my business, going to the game area.

When I took a break to go to the bathroom, the girl was staring daggers at me, and not the angry type.

I didn’t think much of it, as I don’t consider myself a super attractive guy. I’m 5’10, 205, with mostly muscle, and somewhere around average in the face. Also black. She was about 5’1, chocolate skin, and STACKED. At the very least a D in the chest, pretty slim in the waist, and an ass that you can’t hide. One of those girls that almost looks vulgar no matter what she wears. Face was somewhere in the same range as mine, but easily a 9 overall.

The Jump 2[transformation][taboo][incest][uncle][bj]

Jon’s hands caressed Stephanie’s every feminine curve. Her long, blond hair was tangled, and matted with sweat as she lay beneath her brother. Her legs were spread, and her knees pushed all the way up against her shoulders as he thrust into her over and over with his addictive manhood. His animalistic grunting grew louder and louder, and he came closer and closer with every thrust. Stephanie pressed her breasts together, pinching her own nipples and stimulating herself as her brother used her supple body for his filthy pleasures. Just before he came to completion, he pulled himself from her and flipped her over.

“Get on your knees, Steph, I want to get into that pretty pussy from behind. Fuck, I just love that sweet little ass, I love watching it bounce!.” Jon gasped, exhausted from their night of intense and forbidden fun. They had decided to enjoy the night alone, as their parents had gone away for the weekend and left them the house. They took advantage of the empty house, and got down to business in the living room on the family sofa. It had been hours, and they had used each other in every way imaginable over the course of the evening. After hours of foreplay and teasing, it was finally time for Jon to give his sister what he had always dreamed of, a thick, delicious cream pie.

Her first time using a vibrator [F] [Masturbation]

Zoe stepped out of the shower. Her olive tan skin gleaming with water. She knew where mom would be waiting but she didn’t care. She needed a long shower after the day she had. Plus she needed to shave her legs, as she was going to wear a dress to her birthday dinner. She had also decided to shave off her usual landing strip. It was her 18th birthday after all, she wanted something different, something sexier, something special. And for the first time since she started growing hair, shaving off all her pubic hair was the sexiest thing she could thing of. It is not like she had much experience with sexual matters after all. She was beautiful, and she knew that, but she was too awkward around guys to ever feel or act sexy.

She finished drying her body, wrapped the towel around her short, petite frame and walked to her bedroom. Sure enough, her mom was at the bottom of the stairs, telling her to hurry up. “I know mom, sorry I just really needed that shower. I’ll be down soon.”.

Stranger on the bus [Rape] [Forced] [Public]

All characters in this story are 18 or older. This all fantasy. If this could trigger you I would advise you not to read this story. I do not condone rape in any kind. This is my first time writing erotica and I hope you enjoy

A cold breeze ruffled my hair as I quietly waited at the bus stop. I silently cursed the stupid school officials who made us wear these ridiculous skirts. In the distance I see the bus approaching the stop. My heartbeat quickened. I have some very bad memories from the rides of this line. Terrible ones. But my family can’t afford a taxi and it’s too far to walk to granny’s place. So I always take the bus.

My 1st threesome with 2 guys [FMM] [BBC]

True Confessions by a Wildflower
~DDDWildflower

(Names have been changed for privacy.
Devyn = Boyfriend
Marcelo = Friend)

Back in my early 20’s I had my 1st threesome with 2 guys. I had always been quite wild and willing to try anything. The thought of being with 2 guys was a fantasy I wanted to try.
After work one Friday night my boyfriend, Devyn, brought home one of his co-workers and friend, Marcelo, to hang out at our apartment. I had a thing for Marcelo; he was a big, dark, strong and a super sexy guy. I had always noticed his sexy lips, his sexy chocolate brown skin, his muscular forearms and biceps but even more I noticed he had a huge bulge in his pants even without being hard. This night started off as usual but ended completely different than any other night we had hung out before.

The Torment of Denial [Female Pleasure] [Teasing] [Edging] [Denial] [Forced Orgasms]

“Welcome Andrea my dear, please come in. I am Dr Wand; we have been expecting you!”

The voice was warm, welcoming, enough to put Andrea at ease. The apprehension of turning up to such an isolated clinic was nearly enough to have prevented the usually carefree girl from taking advantage of such an opportunity. A two-week vacation to anywhere in the world just to try on a new prototype bra sounded almost too good to be true, but seeing the small group of researchers spread around the room, some obscured by computer screens, others looking up at her in the doorway, all dressed in white lab coats and looking busy, it all felt so much more legitimate.

*‘Just remember…two weeks in the French Polynesia islands,’* she kept reminding herself, to make her go through with it.

Andrea closed the door, leaving the stream of twilight sun behind, to then be bathed by the synthetic light radiating around the windowless clinic.

“Hello, sorry I’m a little late,’’ she said timidly as she moved forward.

“Please, no need to apologise, we are very happy to see you. Follow me!” said the doctor who had greeted her upon entry, taking off a pair of surgical gloves as he walked along slowly.

[MF] – Orgasms while drunk and raped – Dubious Consent, light bdsm

Tania was 23 when we met and dated for a brief time. She was a graduate student at a local college and looking at her, you’d have thought she was a freshman. Tiny and thin with small athletic body. She was pretty.

She was a good Christian girl. She had tried to save herself for marriage but found the sins of the flesh to hard to resist and the guilt afterwards hard to bear. During the act, she simply couldn’t cum. She felt so good and so guilty at feeling good that should couldn’t finished. She found herself having one nights stands because she couldn’t bear to see the same guy twice and face her sin or the guys she met couldn’t handle the solution.

You see, she had discovered the solution with an abusive ex. She didn’t have to feel guilty if she was being raped.

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The date went as she had asked me. I had picked her up and she had been in a modest, but cute dress. Her hair was short in a pixie cut that matched her small frame well. We talked about books we liked. As we drove to the restaurant, I placed my hand above her knee and she removed it.

First story here: A New Regular

Note: I’m kind of new to this and still trying to get some practice under my belt. Encouraging comments are very helpful. And, as my username suggests, I’m interested in writing personalized stories for people, so if you like my style, feel free to send a PM. Okay, here goes:

It’s the most cliched thing ever, and I can’t believe it really happened to me. I’d read the stories, seen the pornos, cum into multiple socks over the idea, but always acknowledged that it was the least likely thing to actually happen to anyone. Then it happened to me.

I had been studying massage so that I could make some extra money. She’d heard from a friend of mine that I was looking for people to practice on. She messaged me on Instagram and we picked a day for her to come over to my apartment for a free massage and it seemed like a normal interaction.

It changed as soon as she walked in the door.

You’re supposed to keep things really professional, especially since you’re going to be touching the person you’re making, potentially very intimately. You’re not supposed to do anything before or during the massage that would make the client feel unsafe or uncomfortable. So you definitely are not supposed to feel any attraction to the client.

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The Time I Learned Kink Could Be Therapy [MF] (Trigger Warning)

**TRIGGER WARNING:** This story contains elements of CNC play. (If you don’t know what that means, Google it before continuing.)

*This is an old experience I’ve only recently memorialized. I’ve debated posting it for some time, since it’s way more intense than my other ones. I’m grateful to my friend for writing the “Her” portion — not only did it refresh my memory, it didn’t feel right to tell this without her perspective. As always, thanks to my followers for supporting these posts. And to the new readers, I hope you’ll check out some of my past stories.*
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**HIM**

A while back, I received a DM from a self-identified sub: “This is the first time I’ve messaged a Dom first. But I like everything about your profile so I thought I’d say so.” I poked around her page for a bit. She was stunning – with dirty blonde hair, sun-kissed skin and a mischievous smile – and her “About Me” section suggested a mindfulness and intelligence that drew me in. We exchanged messages, then arranged to meet the next time she was in my area. But then… she disappeared. Texts weren’t returned. When she finally reappeared, all she said was: “I can’t go through with it. You remind me too much of my ex.”