I made my boyfriend cum in front of his friends [FM]

Hi, everyone! I’ve been lurking here for a long time, and I’ve never posted because I’m not confident in my writing skills. Today is the day that changes! I’m not ashamed to say I’ve got a fair amount of sexual experience, and I’m going to share some of those stories here. Some are a lot wilder than others, and I wanted to start relatively tame, so without further delay let’s get to it!

I dated the same guy most of the way through high school. We’ll call him Mark, for the sake of this story. Mark is a little bit over 6 feet tall, with these really piercing blue eyes, and his hair pretty much always kept in a buzz cut. When we were 19, I started reading a lot of smut online, and suggested we do a bit more exploration in the bedroom than we had done before. He was hesitant at first, especially once I confessed that I loved the idea of adding more people (both men and women) to the bedroom, but he kept an open mind and we spent a lot of late nights discussing and role playing the wild things we might do without friends. I suppose the events of this story are the culmination of those talks.

Stood Up In a Hotel Bar, But Not Alone – Part I

*I was asked by a dear friend to write a piece and post it here for him to read*

Mel texted me at work, to see if we were still on for this evening.  Our plan was simple: get dressed up and head to the “swanky new hotel” as the locals call it, for some drinks, apps, and a little attention from the male patrons.  She knew the bartenders, so we weren’t expecting to have to pay a lot and if we gained the attention of any patrons, we surely won’t be paying for anything.

I decided to keep it simple and go with a black cocktail dress, a black seamless thong, and heels.  It has been a while since I got dressed up for anything and I was feeling hot.

[M]y first and only orgy/gangbang

So back in 2019, I met a gal online who said they were putting together a gangbang. I had always been interested in them, but never actually been part of one. I said I’d join cause it sounds fun, but let her know it was my first time doing this. She said no worries

It was a week wait, but during the wait, 3 more women were added to the party. 4 women, all about to be gangbanged
I saw 3 of the 4 women’s pictures. 2 were attractive, the other slightly heavier. The 3rd one was like 60 years old. I had no interest in her

Night of the party comes. I show up to the hotel with some beer as requested. I was an hour and a half late cause of work, and extremely nervous. I go inside the room, and first thing I see is the 60 year old lady fucking someone on the couch, a dude fully clothed just watching, another dude just in his underwear in the room, and the woman who answered the door wearing nothing but a fishnet outfit, showing off her tits, and an opening for her pussy. I could hear in the other room a woman being fucked hard

It’s a Sin – Part 1 (DubCon, Date Rape, Repressed Lesbian, Oral)

Ivy spent the whole morning trying to focus on her studies Monday, but it hadn’t helped any more than praying for forgiveness in her church the morning before. Nothing could put the guilt of what she’d done with Anna on Friday out of her mind. It hadn’t just been stupid – it had also been a sin. Even worse than either of those things was how good it had felt though. People had seen – they had to have. Even now they might be gossiping from one to the other that Ivy the Ice Queen had made out with another girl at a party. By the end of the week it would be all over school, and in a couple more weeks someone in her bible study group or one of her sisters might hear about it. She shuddered at the thought. She was an 18 year old senior in high school. People should be talking about how smart she was as a freaking honor student, or how well she’d done at the last track meet, not how hot she looked with Anna Palmer’s tongue in her mouth.

Monsters Among Us: Breaking the Heroine

Enough time had past since her clash with the Crusader to no longer worry about him. Enough time spent convincing the local superhero group she could never become more than only slightly better than human, and not suited for crime fighting. She could go back to her normal life.

LJ pinched her thighs together. The math of the exam was enough to distract her mind, but the neglected needs of her body, left incomplete with the vibrators earlier demise, were becoming a serious distraction. She spent all the energy she had left from the exam shutting out her enhanced senses and body awareness. She needed to stick this exam. Boosting your GPA when you were already a 3.96 was almost impossible, so almost perfect was not enough.

It is perhaps forgivable that she took 3.2 seconds to process the fire alarm and sprinkler activation. Her senses were on ignore, but the instincts of a Hyde would catch the first taste of fire, like the smell of poison or explosives, no matter the level of distraction. The fire alarm and sprinkler activation without any sound of internal alarm switches or any scent of fire caused her that small 3.2 seconds of disconnect.

Fucking a stranger in an outdoor alleyway (30f) [FM]

There are a great many and varied approaches to the art of seduction; subtle and flirty, playing hard to get, invitingly sensual, confident romanticism, the casual long game, openly inviting, to name but a few. Each has their own relative pros and cons and each, if deployed appropriately, can be extremely effective in their own way.

Each also comes with something of an unwritten set of expectations. The approach very much tends to set the tone of whatever may ensue. If someone has spent the time romantically wooing you, chances are the resultant sex will be – at least initially – of the more sensual and ‘romantic’ variety. Equally if you’ve been playing a tug of war game of playing hard to get / will-they-won’t-they, the sex is more likely to be an explosion of barely contained energy as the hitherto unstoppable force finally collides with immoveable object.

But sometimes expectations can entirely subverted. And sometimes there’s a lot to be said to skipping the seduction entirely and jumping straight to the point…

My best friend wants me for her birthday [FM] [fiction]

When I was in my senior year of Highschool, I wasn’t that popular. I was the typical shy and quiet guy. I was fairly thin but nearly seven feet tall, which made me appear even more scrawny.

In stark contrast to me stood Eva, my best and only friend since kindergarten. She was top of our class and head of the cheerleading team.We both were so stereotypical, it was laughable.

Eva was just about 5,4″ and had a slim frame with an hourglass figure.
Her shapely curves, pale skin and silky strawberry blonde hair made her to be the probably most desired girl in school.

We both knew each other for a long time, since Eva’s family moved in next to mine. Since then we’ve been inseperable. We went to the same schools, and since Eva always was more social capable than me, I always tagged along with her and eventually got accepted into her friend groups.

It was the same in Highschool. Because of Eva, I got accepted by the other cheerleaders and football jocks and even got along with them pretty well.
Naturally, the other kids knew about us as well, causing some annoyance for me from time to time.

I’ll Be A Better Wife [M/F]

Betrayal. That’s all she’s done. My own mother.

She and my father got together when they were 15. She got pregnant and my father, being the great man that he is, stayed with her. He got a job, while still going to school, and struggled to provide for me because my grandparents, my moms parents, didn’t want anything to do with him.

When they graduated, they got married. Dad joined the Army because he didn’t know what else to do.

But mom? Well, she liked being the center of attention. She liked being chased. She liked the intensity of it all, and she liked being the object of affection.

My dad did everything in his power to make life for me, for us, better! Bearable, livable, all while he fought in wars and battles! He came home a changed man. Little things would make him shake. Loud noises causes him to cover his ears and shiver in fear, but for the most part he was fairly stable.

But I still loved him!

A Sexual Chronicle chapter 5: embracing the three-way lifestyle [MFF] (Exhibitionist/Voyeur/Group)

[Chapter One](https://www.reddit.com/user/CaptainPervlord/comments/vbugjd/a_sexual_chronicle_chapter_1/)

[Chapter Two](https://www.reddit.com/user/CaptainPervlord/comments/ve20v0/a_sexual_chronicle_chapter_2/)

[Chapter Three](https://www.reddit.com/user/CaptainPervlord/comments/vgd9oq/a_sexual_chronicle_chapter_3/)

[Chapter Four](https://www.reddit.com/user/CaptainPervlord/comments/vjenig/a_sexual_chronicle_chapter_4_the_longawaited/)

(note: due to a clipboard issue, the body text for chapter four on some subs was actually a repost of chapter three on some subs. I did edit all posts to have the correct chapter, but it took about a day before I realised. If you’ve been following from previous uploads, it might be worth checking the chapter four link above to make sure you haven’t missed a part.)

A few months and several more pleasurable encounters after that first amazing threesome, Sarah fell into some living trouble when her current housemates all found different places to move out, leaving her unable to afford the rent on her own. She had noticed, in all the extra time she’d been spending at our place lately, that our apartment had a spare bedroom we’d really only been using for storage.

It was a proposition we had to think carefully about. Moving in together as a couple had meant to be the moment both Katie and I stopped dealing with housemates and sharing accommodation. We were grown adults who didn’t want to worry about privacy the way we used to.

[TF/TG] The Milkmaid’s Tale

Go to the country, they said. The fresh air will do you good, they said.

Fresh air my ass.

City air may be smoggy and filled with cigarette smoke but I’d take that over the reek of cow dung any day.

“Hurry up, city boy!”

I huffed in frustration and turned to see Calvin and the rest of the farm hands smiling at me smugly from the truck. Of course, they had already finished unloading. When my aunt had ‘suggested’ this farm-stay holiday she had failed to mention it would come prepacked with a bunch of arrogant yokels who thought the highest form of comedy was watching a ‘city slicker’ try to lift hay bales.

“It’s John.” I reminded them for the fourth time, “and if one of you could give me a hand, we could all get back to the house a lot faster!”

“Oh, poor Johnny boy!” Calvin jeered, jumping down and hefting the haybale over his shoulder with ease, “didn’t Farm Simulator 3000 prepare you for this?”