I [f] gave my best friends little brother a birthday present

Some backstory: my very closest friend (let’s call her Sarah) and I have known each other since we were freshmen in high school. She has a brother (let’s call him Jacob) who has had an obvious crush on me for Sarah’s and my entire friendship, but who I know has never had a girlfriend. He’s a really sweet kid, but is just sort of shy and doesn’t have a ton of confidence.

Jacob just turned legal in my state, and a couple days after his birthday, I invited him over to my apartment under the guise of picking up something for to give to Sarah who I said I “couldn’t get a hold of.” When he arrived, I feigned looking for the thing and asked him to help me look for it in the bedroom. We searched around, me taking opportunities to brush up against him and be generally touchy-feely. I turned, draped my arms around his shoulders, pressed my hips against him, and told him the reason I invited him over: to help him out of his shell. Then, after he was clearly turned on (and after asking,) I gave him his first birthday gift: his first blowjob.

I want to fuck my dad’s friend [FM]

I recently noticed something about myself – I now find myself highly attracted to people I was “afraid” of when I was a kid. For example, I wouldn’t talk to men with long hair or accents when I was a kid and I thought I hated beards but now those things get me really wet. I guess this is where my dad’s friend comes in. My dad went to high school with him, so he’s known him a long time and he was around from time to time when I was pretty young. He would always try to say hello to me or give me a hug and I would always hide behind something when I saw him coming, for no reason other than he was a big dude and I thought I felt “afraid” of him.

Always Wanting More

I’m rolling a blunt and waiting on you to get home. In my high school t-shirt and floral VS panties, thinking about how you love seeing me, even in this. I’ve missed you and more than once today I’ve thought about how your hands feel against my breast and my nipples get hard. How it feels when you spend hours working me up, just to be excruciatingly slow in giving me what I want. You have me waiting for my next orgasm like I’m a drug addict waiting for her next fix. My heartbeat is racing and I’m wet already just waiting for you. I pretend my hand is yours for just a moment and touch my breasts and I move lower, down my stomach, and to the waistband of my panties. I play with the elastic, wanting to touch myself so bad, but I know you wouldn’t like it, so I don’t. I’ll wait for you because the feeling of your hands on my waist, holding me tight while your cock pounds into me, building me up for the moment I won’t be able to think or see further than you in front and inside of me, is completely worth the wait. I can feel myself clenching around your cock, feel you cum, Making me yours. The comedown is spent in your arms, your heartbeat grounding me to earth, and your hands and mouth making me want more. Always wanting more…

The Problem of a Slut Wife 2 [DOM][Inc][FF][MM]

How the fuck can I get my revenge? he thought. She was easy, she was an obedient little slut, totally submissive, but it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted revenge on his brother, he was fucking her so how could he do that. To get it, he had to maintain the illusion that he didn’t know so he ordered his slut to keep fucking him, like she had done. She wasn’t to reveal anything to the brother at all. That night, after she reported that his brother had been, he would fuck her in the face, then have her sit in the bath and use his piss to wash the semen he had deposited on her face off. He knew she would masturbate furiously afterward, but he wasn’t going to interrupt that, yet. He wanted his revenge, but how?

A few weeks went by while he formulated a plan. He ordered her to tell him everything. It always began when he would inform her he would be working late. This happened at least once per week, the demands of his job were crazy sometimes but the big bucks went with the crazy and he didn’t want to give up the big bucks. She would call the brother, let him know, then when the brother got there, she would be fucked. Apparently, his brother had a dick that was bigger than his. This made him prickle, he wasn’t happy with that.

I [M] flashed my friend’s [F]mom/housekeeper right after I turned 18. I thought it would be more funny/wild than anything but she ended up being into it way more than I thought…

So just as a preface I’m definitely not saying you should flash people, it’s kind of against their will and I’m not condoning that. I’m not condoning even what I did, just telling the story how it happened.

This takes place when I was younger. At this point I had been told by quite a few girls at school that I was hot. I don’t want to brag, but I was probably the most confident I’ve ever been at this time. Jennifer was my friend’s mom but was also my mom’s friend. She was a single mom and would do housekeeping on the side. Our families hadn’t been friends but maybe a year or two, but she was over once a week to clean and at least once a week to hang out.

Rekindling with my ex [MF]

For background: My ex Heather and I dated for most of our high school years and a year of college. We were each other’s first everything. But as happens often when a high school couple heads to different colleges, we grew apart. We had both explored the entirety of our sexuality while we were apart and the sex when we got together was terrific. But nothing else was. We broke up sort of amicably. After that, I met my wife and she met her husband. In the small world, we got jobs working for the same large employer in our state and rekindled our friendship. Heather and my wife Meredith have become incredibly close. I’m positive they’ve slept together. But they are very close and our kids are all very friendly. I’m cordially friendly with Heathers husband, who can’t seem to fully get over that I fucked his wife before he did.

[MF] I (18M) made my inexperienced friend (18F) cum without taking her clothes off

Throwaway because I am in a sensitive line of work.

– to get to the action

I am Jay. I’m 6’2” and built thicc at 280lbs. Flabby amateur bodybuilder type, but I’m proud of my strength and musculature.

We’re going to call the woman in this story S, because we respect privacy here. She’s 5’6”, curvy, and pear shaped with a thicc booty that keeps me staring for way longer than is appropriate for a friend. We were 18 at the time of this story.

I went to high school with S. She was unashamedly in love with me for 3 years or so. I always saw her as a close friend, and was very affectionate of her, but did not really reciprocate the same kind of love she felt for me. I always found her attractive, but never felt the spark that she did between us.

Handjob From My Friend’s Girl [MF]

I was driving around after my high school graduation and saw my friend’s girlfriend at the roller rink. She had blonde feathered hair, huge juicy tits that defied gravity, and well proportioned curves in Calvin Klein jeans. I loved watching her shake her ass when she skated. 

She asked me for a ride and we drove around looking for our friends at all the local spots. That got boring real quickly, so she suggested we park. She slid over to my side of the front seat and started to kiss me while she stuck her hand down my pants. 

I pulled down her pants and underwear. She had wispy blonde pubic hair. I unclasped her bra and felt her warm chest. We continued to kiss while our hands roamed each other’s body. I found her wet pussy and began fingering her. She was moaning in my ear while I kissed her neck. I was rock hard in her tiny hand. She guided my hand to her clit. The attention I was giving her clit caused her to dig her nails into my arm as she came. 

Best Friends Forever: Part 1/7 (MFf, D/S/s, latex, voyeur, facefuck)

Julia woke up late and should have just stayed in bed- her life would be so so so different if that were the case. She had stayed up way too late playing video games, and hit snooze one (okay, four) too many times. She rushed through her morning routine, cutting her usually meticulous makeup routine in half and aimlessly throwing belongings into her backpack. She tore a brush through her long brown hair, dressing her curvy frame in a short skirt and a loose-fitting tee tied at the waist. In her rush out the door, she spilled her coffee all over the kitchen floor. She hastily cleaned it up, and then literally RAN to the bus stop. She got halfway before she realized she left her laptop in the living room.

Resigned to missing her first class of the day, Julia walked back to the apartment that she shared with her good friend Katie. Julia and Katie had been friends since high school and moved in together to attend the same college a few hours outside of their hometown. They were close, and pretty much ideal roommates. They had complimentary schedules; Julia attended classes during the week, and due to a few terms of summer school, Katie had graduated early and started a job in town that kept her working shift work. They saw just enough of each other to remain close, but not too much to get in each other’s way.

Being a receptionist has been lucrative for my stripping job [FM]

School wasn’t really my thing. After I graduated high school, I moved and went to college. But I only lasted a year before dropping out. Instead of moving back home, I just stayed and picked up some random jobs to pay for rent and live. You know waitressing, bartending, that sort of stuff. Eventually I went to a strip club, and became a stripper (family did not approve), but the money was so much better. I guess you can say that I’m pretty, and I’ve never been shy about my looks. So I guess it works out.

Where I lived and worked is kind of a smaller town. It’s not a mega city, and it’s not rural. Just like a normal town. So it’s not uncommon to run into someone you know, when you’re running errands or whatever. So when I’m dancing at the strip club, I would often see some regulars, or people I’ve run into around town. Over time, you get friendly with them, you know you have to talk about something when you’re half naked and grinding on a guy’s lap. The girls in the club could get away with anything, so I’ll admit that I’ve provided some ‘extras’ to the guy patrons, in the back rooms.