[MT] The Weekend I Met Claire

There’s a fair bit of backstory here. I’ll try to mark it as BACKSTORY, CLAIRE’S DESCRIPTION, BACKSTORY (continued), and SEXY TIME. Then if you don’t care about the backstory you can just find her description and the good stuff.

Hope you enjoy.

Apologies for any spelling errors, I wrote this up on mobile and caught most of the autocorrect changes.

BACKSTORY

My friend was having a party. I don’t remember what it was for, he seemed to have them quite often. I usually don’t go but every once in a while I’ll show up. It’s almost entirely people I don’t know, but if someone I know is going I’ll at least have someone to talk to. Another friend of mine was supposed to be there but he bailed at the last minute. The only person I knew was the host. It was going to be one of those awkward nights. I had a few drinks and worked my way into a couple of conversations as the night started out. It was a dark night and a small group of us ended up outside passing a couple of joints around. As the weed ran out people made their way back inside. There were only four of us left, my friend, his coworker, her roommate, and me. I sat on the porch railing, and lit up a smoke.

Tabitiha’s birthday wishes. Part 1

After Tabitiha’s husband fucks her good on Saturday morning he starts Making plans for what she asked for on her birthday! (Tabitiha asked for a mmf threesome and a ffm threesome all with her husband involved)) Tabitiha gets dressed up to go out Saturday night after she spent the day doing birthday things with the family. Her and her husband go out to a nice dinner then he takes Tabitiha to a bar and he tells her to pick out any man she wants and he will be the one we take to the motel room.

Lance her husband has rented a room until Monday but they will sleep at home this is just for then to have some fun in. Tabitiha scans the room and she sees a group of young men probably early twenties. Lance tells her to go get one.

She walks over and picks out a good looking man. He has a very athletic body and he is fucking hot. Tabitiha notices a ring on his finger she starts talking to him and then she gets him in the corner and grab his cock and kisses him. She asks him would he like to go somewhere and fuck . Hell yes he says she asks him but your married right yes does that matter he says. No she tells him but my husband will be joining us to . That’s fine with me he says I want to fuck you!

Jessica’s Torment – Chapter 3 [MF] [Rape] [Age] [BDSM] [Anal] [Blowjob] [Breathplay] [Creampie] [Crying] [Cunnilingus] [Facefucking] [Kissing] [Teen] [Sadism]

**This story is by and for adults and is purely fiction and fantasy. This story is purely for private enjoyment within one’s own imagination and does not condone any real life actions**

[Chapter One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/997mq7/jessicas_torment_chapter_1_rape_bdsm_teen_age/)

[Chapter Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/998f6i/jessicas_torment_chapter_2_mf_rape_bdsm_teen_age/)

I suppose this is end of Arc 1, of whatever this story is. Just wanted to write some dark erotica. Hope you’ve enjoyed so far.

#Jessica’s Torment

##Chapter Three

Jessica now had her arms bound with tight and rough rope behind her back. The fabric dug into her skin and the ball gag pressed into her mouth and plenty of drool came from the various holes surrounding it.

She was kneeling and one of the mens’ face was beneath her. He was making her ride his face and his mouth passionately pleasured her. He rubbed her thighs and occasionally spanked her, feeling the softness of her legs. When she stopped moving her hips he would bite her hard which made her continue to move.

He ate his fill slurping up flowing juices, but she didn’t orgasm again, not yet.

Young Love (Part 1.)[Str8][Fm][slowbuild][nosex][mast]

*continued in comments*

The shrill sound of a ringing bell cut through the lazy summer air, startling two squirrels, who scampered along the grass until they reached a tree. They were already taking refuge within the leaves by the time the front doors to Edison High were thrown open.

Students started spilling out onto the front steps, carrying backpacks, binders, and sporty duffel bags. The sound of excited chatter filled the air and a football soared over the crowd. Inside the building was even more hectic, with people shouting over each other or running to tell their friends the latest gossip.

Anthony tugged open his locker. It got jammed sometimes, so it often helped to give it a good yank. It gave and swung open, and his hand paused over a folder labeled “Music.” He stared at the folder, deep in thought as his finger traced the edge. His ex-girlfriends hysterical voice rang in his ears and he recalled the sight of her tear-streaked face.

*”You like her?! Answer me! Do you go over to her house so she can teach you how to fuck? Do you want her to be your **sex** teacher?* *Huh Anthony?! Is **she** what you want?!”*

[FM] – How I betrayed my best friend for weed

Where do I begin to tell this memory? I guess I’ll begin with some background information. My name is Jade; I’m 5’2 with shoulder length black hair and have green eyes. My body type is fairly athletic but at the time of this memory I wasn’t in the best shape, I’d say a little extra weight but still fit enough from being on the crew team and volleyball team at my school. I had 2 boyfriends previous to this event taking place but had only done stuff with one (handjob/blowjob/fingered). I guess you could say I was fairly inexperienced compared to others my age but what can I say I prided myself on being a “good girl”.

Now I had always gotten along with boys better than girls. Girls were drama and I wasn’t interested in that. However during my final year of school a new girl named Brianna moved from Kentucky and we hit it off. She instantly joined our friend group of myself, Pat and Tim. We all hung out together and were each other’s ride or dies. Our hangouts would consist of shit talking other peoples posts on snap and IG, getting high and watching dumb shows on Netflix.

I was a horny,methamphetamine fueled teenage,masturbation machine!The crack of dawn made me horny!(masturbation,drugs,solo,mm,m older f,incest)

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…

That 5th shot of Patron and sex with a stranger [MF]

*If you have not read my previous stories.. you should know, my stories are VERY LONG. If you have read them.. you know this one won’t be any different. This takes place a month before my college graduation, and it is the story of the last time I hooked up with someone else who isn’t my current fiancé. Six weeks later, we officially began dating (and yes, we had hooked up before this and do afterwards but before dating) .*

**Backstory:**

[M]y most intense hookup in college [F]

Back in college about 20 years ago I am dating this girl and had been for a while. She is ok a bit neurotic and the sex is acceptable if a bit vanilla.

Things have been going down hill for a while we have broken up and gotten back together a couple of times but this feels like the end. We go in another ‘break’ sort of it’s weird. I am frustrated and school isn’t going great. My roommate says we have to go out this weekend and have a real blowout to clear our heads.

Luckily My roommate and I get invited to a party by a girl a year younger than me who I have known for a couple of months. Serious sexual tension here but we have never gone out drinking together. Lets call her Nat.

We all meet at her place and a big group of us head over to the party in a couple of cars.

We get to the party and one of Nat’s girlfriends runs into an ex who is bad news. Nat tells me she has to get her friend out of here. This whole blowout weekend is already going downhill.

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.

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch1. [Fm, reluctant, non-con, slow, mast, mdom]

Sub M.O.M.S (Ingrid)

by DiscipleN

*For extra context, please read my first “Sub M.O.M.S.” story.

if early teen shenanigans ain’t your thing, ignore instead of down voting

Chapter 1

“My name is Ingrid Muldurhoek, and my son has been in charge of me for ten years.” I smiled at the group. No matter how embarrassed or ashamed or worried at these meetings, I could manage a smile. I suspect, because of my smile and that I manage a small library, I was chosen to organize them. ‘SMOMS’ have no leaders. There is only one person charge of a member, unless they have more than one son.

Until ten years ago, the idea of sons sexually dominating their mothers, would have elicited my librarian, postive neutral smile, ‘Oh, I’m sorry, that subject isn’t available from public libraries. My career as a librarian had brought me within a year or two of becoming my branch’s head librarian. I was achieving all of my humble desires, professionally and for my family. My husband loved his work. My son was about to begin high school. Andrew was a charmer but not in a sexual way, to me.