[MF] memories

This was precovid times, obviously.

It was the fall semester of my senior year in college. A small liberal arts place.

I had a friend we’ll call Hazel. Now Hazel was this chubby girl with massive tits. Like porn star quality. And Hazel dressed like a goth/witch. She wore a choker most days with black stockings and black dresses. Long black hair too. She was the stereotypical big titty gothicc gf everyone memes about.

What started off as working on a group project of like 7 people, and as anyone can tell you group projects are a fucking nightmare.
So type A personality girl, was like here’s my part and only my part, I can’t stay longer than necessary because morning classes. Jock dudebro did bare minimum but surprisingly fratguy saved his ass by helping him out. Sorority girl showed up late and left early, but she came essentially done with her part. Hippie girl was willing to stay late to help out but she just wasn’t any help.

I (23F) slept with this guy and then his father creampied me later the same day [MF]

When I was a junior in college, I had this FWB, Adam, who I’d meet up with and fuck from time to time. It was totally a casual thing. He was a super nice guy who looked good naked and really knew how to eat my pussy. Typically we would meet up to screw at his place and then go out to a party/bars/whatever with our group of friends, though if he just wanted a blowjob or whatever, I was happy to just pop over and give him one.

So Adam got invited to this fancy-ish event at our college’s alumni hall and said he’d get me in. (Free wine!) I put on a cute little red and white cocktail dress and some heels and went along. Before we left, though, Adam had me bent over his couch, my dress hiked up around my hips, my tits out and panties down around my ankles. When he was ready to cum, I dropped down to my knees and let him unload in my mouth. (I swallowed, obviously.) No messy cleanup and I barely needed to fix my makeup!

COVID protocol bukkake [20xM][F]

I just had one of the strangest sexual encounters in my life. A friend told me about a woman who wanted to have a bukkake session in my city. The story went that she had Covid19 a couple of months back and had a serious illness as part of it. Following this, she had some sort of epiphany about wanting to try new things and after she was discharged, she had been trying to arrange a bukkake for herself.

My friend had been invited through another friend and he showed me the message that had been sent to him. It went something like ‘looking for around 20 men to have a bukkake session with, in a socially distanced and responsible manner’. This intrigued both us. How would that even work?

Apparently, since the woman had already recovered from the disease, she had no risk of getting it again for a while or so we were told. The distancing and things were for the benefit of the group of men. We were both very interested and indicated so to the sender of the message. We were give a location and the time of the event.

My First [MFM] Threesome

**The Setup**

After four and a half years of dating, I married my husband in March of this year, the week when everything in the country effectively shut down to try to stop the spread. Before we wed, I knew that he passionately and deeply desired group play. I was always nervous that I wouldn’t be able to give that to him. My own insecurities and jealousy getting in the way.

Fast forward to March – we’re married, we’re stuck in quarantine with only each other, and we’re having the best sex of our life. In the last 6 months, we’ve tried more than I had ever done in my life, and I enjoyed it all. So at this point, we decide we are absolutely ready to try a group situation. We had effectively decided that we would need to wait until Covid was over unless we could find someone we knew and trusted to be a part of our tiny quarantine pod.

[FM] Things keep escalating with my [F21] boyfriend’s brother [M25]… don’t know how much longer I can hold off…

I cannot believe this is happening. I’m kind of freaking out, so I thought I’d type this all up. It’s a pretty complicated situation.

I have been with my bf (Ken) or 5 years. He’s been the only person I’ve been with although I have a lot of guys trying to hit on me all the time. He’s a bit territorial but he cares and also he takes care of me. He’s clearly the “alpha” of our friendgroup. I’m taking a break from uni right now and working a side gig (from home) and he’s still going to school. The thing is, we live in Canada, but he goes to uni in a different country. He’s been there since September and he came home last week. But… he needs to self-isolate for 2 weeks, so he’s been staying in a hotel until he comes home.

That time I made my married, overbearing boss squirt all over her hotel bed [MF]

This happened a few years ago at my last job. I was a social worker for a small rural school district, enjoying a few days in the big city at a big annual conference. It is something I look forward to every year. It is an opportunity to get away from the small-town bubble, reconnect with old friends and colleagues and recharge.

This year, however, was different. My district had a brand-new superintendent that was the definition of intense, she wanted to learn all aspects of how schools support students, so she decided to accompany me to this conference to learn more about what it was that I did.

Dr. Newbold was an attractive, dark haired woman in her mid-40s with a husband in his late-50s and two teenage boys at home. She stood about 5’6” with b-cup breasts. Motherhood had softened her figure some, but only some, she was a former Miss Nebraska in her youth, and she cut a fine figure in a pant suit. She was always wearing pant suits.

The Hen-party and the Hotel Hallway – Fucking, when you can’t find the fucking key. [FM]

Hen parties and hotels (or bachelorette parties and motels if you’re across the pond and/or aren’t a fan of alliteration) tend to be something of a dangerous combination. Home-spun hen parties can obviously still be wild and lurid affairs, but the locality and fact there’s always the prospect of ending up back in your own bed at the end of the evening does tend to gravitate proceedings toward the marginally less raucous outing. As a great philosopher once said ‘One does not shit in one’s own back yard’, after all.

When a hen party is combined with a night or indeed, god forbid, an entire weekend away however, the world becomes your oyster. Distance represents not only both literal and metaphorical freedom, but also distance from *consequences.*

Aka. What happens on a hen party, stays on a hen party.

All of which is why, when my dear friend Kaytee (Yes, that really is how it’s spelt. Yes, it’s utterly ridiculous as I tell her every time I’ve ever found myself writing it down. Yes, I even messaged her as I was writing this to comment on its ludicrousness. And yes, I’ve had *stern* words with her parents on multiple occasions) decided to tie the knot, myself and six other friends immediately made the decision to spend far more money than was sensible to indulge in just about the most cliched hen party you can imagine.

The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel, Chapter 21 (Group Sex)

Anna turns to face the nine men waiting and smiles. “So which three of you want me first?” she giggles, sits up onto her knees, and rubs her breasts, teasing them endlessly.

“About fucking time,” the black man who had been put down by Kat pushes himself past the other men, stroking himself as he walks over to her.

Without a word he grabs her head pushes his swollen member into her mouth. He puts his hand around her throat and starts fucking her mouth hard, drool streaming from her lips almost instantly.

“Hey, easy on the merchandise,” Bruce warns him.

He grunts and eases up a bit, clearly annoyed but knowing he shouldn’t fight.

“Better,” Bruce says, letting him know he will not be letting him get out of hand.

“Anybody else going to join or are you all going one at a time now?” Kat chides from her seat, her wet slit glistening between her wide spread legs. “I thought I was getting dinner and a show here.”

Two smaller men come forward. Anna takes each of their cocks in her hand and begins stroking.

[MF] When I [M] hooked up with my longtime friend/former roommate[F]

This was a few years ago. We were in our mid twenties. We had lived together for 3 years (from ages 20-23). I was moving into a house with 2 other guys and we needed a 4th roommate, one of the guys knew a girl from high school who needed a place to live. We all met her and she was really cool so she moved in. Let’s call her “L”. There was never any sexual drama between her & any of us for 2 years. L and I became good buddies and she had a couple different long term boyfriends during the time. At the end of 2 years, she and I got a place for a year and her boyfriend practically lived with us. Never had any problems or sexual tension.

My Sister Lizzy Part 9 ]MF] [MM] [FF] [BDSM]

We hadn’t yet told her that Lizzy and I were brother and sister.
We figured that this would work itself out in due time, preferably after she had a chance to enjoy our special brand of hospitality.

At the end of the hour I asked if everyone would like to go over to the barn.

As we entered the barn Karen hesitated at the door and expressed her reluctance.
It was Lizzy who soothed her nerves by whispering something in her ear that brought a smile to her face.
When asked later what she said to Karen she refused to tell us.
Her only answer was “None of your business.”

Karen walked through the barn looking at everything trying to assure herself that she was safe and not walking into a den of psycho- killers.
Once she was satisfied she walked over to Lizzy and began to strip the clothes from Lizzy’s body.
She wasn’t gentle with this task, for the most part she tore the clothes from her body.