Father’s Day gift. [wife] [girlfriend] [bareback] [dancing] [true]

Fucking a past Girlfriend.

My wife and I have been married for nineteen years at this point and lived in the same town we grew up. Friends had moved next door to us and one of their inseparable friends was a old girlfriend of mine from jr high school.

She was petite dirty blond and in jr high our dating had consisted of some kissing and a titty grab.

My wife and her hit it off right off the bat and they became close friends and would often go dancing together.

One night she drove the couple blocks to our house and we all headed to the casino for drinks and dancing. Not being much of a dancer I sat and watched/drank their beers. They never ran out since guys would keep sending them drinks even while they were out on the dance floor.

While at the table we talked about how she was rampantly horny, she had told us earlier that she was prescribed a medication and told us how horny it made her and how she found herself masterbating 4 times a day sending both of us a text “blue” each time she finished !

Best Friends Girl: Part One [MF] [Busty] [Straight Sex] [Interracial]

“Shit!” I said quickly getting out of bed. I was late, well technically, I was still early for work, but with all the other things I wanted to do today. I was running a bit late.

Quickly springing out of bed I gathered my morning work out bag then headed for the shower. As usual, it was locked.

“Dammit, Chris!” I yelled at my roommate.

He was always holding up the bathroom for hours on end.

“Sorry, Martin,” I heard from behind the door.

He was a good friend, well he was my best friend.

Chris and I had been friends since before high school, that was well over ten years ago. But he was such a pretty boy. We had come to the big city together many years ago. We decided it was best if we stuck together until one of us was ready to go it alone.

What I didn’t know then, was that he would take up over two hours in the bathroom.

“Nearly finished,” he said as the door opened. “Done.”

His blonde hair spiked up with enough gel to make a male model jealous. He always wore skin-tight clothes, which today was no different.

(LONG) [Romantic] [Slow Build-up] True sensual story about how smoothly a stud banker 27 [M] converted me 25 [M] from totally straight to totally gay and how he made me fall madly in love with him.

During college, I did not know many gay people and don’t even think I was friends with any. I wasn’t against it! but was just never really exposed to them so never gave it much thought. My whole school career I’ve only been with girls and I was really happy and content with them until I realized what I was missing out on.

I mean I found some guys to be generally cute and good looking, but almost always in a physical way and not really sexually. However, I was part of my soccer team and would often catch myself staring at the butts of the athletic guys on my team (the shorts were really tight…what was I supposed to do lol). Looking at some of the guys’ muscular asses would turn me on, I always told myself I was just having fun and moved about my day. Fast forward to my first job at an investment banking firm in NYC. Our department had a verry successful quarter, so our firm had rented out a dope rooftop bar for us overlooking the purple-lit empire state building. The atmosphere in the bar was cozy and classy with some soft yellow/golden lights along the edges and serene music.

Objectified and Ass Worshiped by a Group of Frat Bros [MF]

Background: I dated my ex from my junior of high school to my junior year of college. We were destined to be together according to our parents. We both were Chinese-American, both strict academics. He was studying to become a doctor, me a civil litigator. But it all came crashing down when I cheated on him in a pretty horrific way. ?I posted my non-glorifying cheating story on another thread and got some horrible, misogynistic hate messages, even taking into account that I enjoy being degraded as a stupid dirty skank. So I decided to delete it. If you have an question about my cheating story, feel free to read the story in my profile. I am 27 now, but this following tale took place when I was 22.

After my breakup from my boyfriend, as awful and insane as it was, I felt like a new person. While my grades slipped, I was running every day. Going to the campus gym frequently. Eating well, drinking less. I got a large tattoo on my right shoulder blade and a really painful one on the top of my foot. I felt a little more dangerous.?

Your friend’s college-aged son [M4F] [MF] [younger guy] [college boy] [sweet and tender] [hookup] [cowgirl] [fooling around when left alone] [str8]

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It’s a hot summer night. Movie night at our house. My house. Well, my mom’s house. I’m her oldest son back from college for the summer. You’re an old work friend of my mom’s. Well, you’re not old. You’re actually closer to my age than her age. You’re an old work friend in the sense that you two used to work together and now you don’t. You took a new job and moved to a new part of town after a bad breakup.

Sorry, my mom was telling me about it. She’s been worried about you, knows it’s been a rough time. That’s why she invited you over tonight. She doesn’t want you to be alone and sulking. I think you’re doing fine and she’s projecting after being married so many years. My mom has been out of the dating game for a long while and doesn’t really plan on returning any time soon.

Woodhaven School Girls part 01 (Lesbian, teacher and students)

Tiffany Jones paused just before the door of her class. She was thrilled to land this teaching gig, being a substitute was a hit and miss proposition, and her savings and checking accounts were dangerously low on funds. She had sent a resume to the Woodhaven school board, hoping that something was available. She felt a thrill when they contacted her and asked her if she’d like to take over an all girls high school class, she jumped at the chance. The salary was well in excess of a standard teacher’s salary, it looked like a long term deal, the other teacher had left due to what were termed, “creative differences”, and she was told that some of the teaching methods were a bit unorthodox. She didn’t care, she needed the money, and it was 7:30 AM on the Monday, and she went in to her classroom.

She looked around, more or less the usual layout, student desks, blackboard, her desk, and wrote her name on the blackboard, she started to unpack her items, and make the teacher’s desk her desk. She noticed that her seat was not a hard wooden chair, in fact it was more like a recliner. She took a seat, enjoying the soft cushions, and yes, it actually did recline. This was going to be nice, being able to sit and not trying to find a way to be comfortable in a hard wooden chair.

Finally hooking up with my stepmother. [Pt.2][taboo][light cuckold][jealousy]

It was my sophomore year of high school, and I still thought way too often about back when I was in 8th grade and saw Amy step out of the shower. It still stung every day that I didn’t see her fucking tits. All this time I hadn’t seen much more than my stepmother in a one piece swimsuit, which only made me imagine what I saw underneath that one day even more. It wouldn’t be until this year that I saw more of Amy.

I was housesitting the neighbor’s 2 story house next door on a Friday night, and I was sitting up in the family room at about 9 pm. I was not allowed to have any guests over, so I just sat there watching movies, eating snacks and texting friends like I usually do in my house anyways. It hit me when I saw the “Low Battery” notification that I left the charger for my phone at my house. I had a weird feeling about using someone else’s things when it was unnecessary so I walked back over to my house to get my charger.

Teacher’s Golden Rule [FF, Fetish, Water sports, Teacher, Student] (Part 2 of 2)

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“Why don’t we leave,” Mrs. Oliver suggested. “I think the lovely aroma we’ve created may give us away.”

My skirt and knee socks were soaked and spotted. I didn’t care.

“My god Janet, the front of my skirt… look at it,” Nancy cried. What are people going to think.”

“Just walk out… quickly. Don’t worry about it. We don’t know anybody here. C’mon, lets go.”

We followed her, walking quickly. I stared straight ahead… Curiously, I was wondering whether any of the men were looking at me, wishing they could fuck me… If my dad were here, would he want to fuck me too? I shuddered at what my virgin mind could conjure up since falling prey to Mrs. Oliver’s sick and twisted idea of pleasure.

Professor Drew’s car was parked at the farthest end of the lot. Once there, I felt relieved. I didn’t know Mrs. Oliver had something else in mind.

Professor Drew wasn’t handling the nights events well. Sobbing uncontrollably, she was having difficulty finding her car keys in her purse.

Teacher’s Golden Rule [FF, Fetish, Water sports, Teacher, Student] (Part 1 of 2)

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On my eighteenth birthday my Mother threw a surprise party for me. She invited all of my close friends as well as my favorite high school teacher, Mrs. Oliver.

It was a wonderful day and the world seemed so conquerable to me. Little did I know this day would eventually change my life forever.

When the party ended and everyone gone, I gave my Mother a big hug, thanking her for such a nice gesture. It was typical of my her… she and Dad had been spoiling me my entire life.

After carrying some of my gifts up to my room, I went into the upstairs bathroom. To my surprise, there, sitting on the commode was my teacher, Mrs. Oliver. Thinking all the guest had departed, I was momentarily startled. I stood just inside the door, completely taken aback… and naturally, quite embarrassed.

Apparently she wasn’t bothered by my intrusion al all as she looked up at me and smiled. Suddenly I heard the familiar hiss of peeing. I stood there, frozen, her urinating seemingly going on forever.

Boating holiday with my boys [MMF] (Part 1)

A few years ago a group of three of us decided to do a boat holiday, spending a couple of weeks on the canals of Britain on a canal boat. It was just me and two friends, Jack and Raphael – we’re all close and know each other super well. This is a story of some of the stuff that happened on that holiday, and I’ll include a follow-up in another post (linked at the end) to keep this one from getting too long.

DISCLAIMER: Now that I’ve written this story I’ve realised it’s not actually that hot, but the follow up is a lot hotter, still read the descriptions here and some of the backstory, but don’t expect a mega hot story unless you follow the link at the end!