By Rodney Robertsen
My sister Joy looked pretty bummed out and pissed off when I walked into the living room. She was glaring at her phone and alternating nasty looks with some head shaking and teeth clamping, some guttural sounds and other signs of anger. She was older than me by two years, enrolled in community college in our town, while I was finishing my senior year of high school. Both of us lived with my parents, but didn’t see each other all that much because we had widely disparate schedules. I was gone early and out doing school and sports related stuff almost every single day, while she slept in and then was off to her part time job at the grocery store and then evening classes at the college.
Overall, the two of us were pretty close. I always though she was super cute, even if she was my sister. She was skinny but busty, like our mom, and had long brunette hair. Joy had a beautiful face, and had been a local model for some TV commercials at one point, based on her looking fine. Right now she wasn’t pretty though, as she frowned up at me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting down beside her.
“My boyfriend cheated on me with that whore Stephanie.” She said, glowering. “And he fucking had the nerve to tell me that she sucks his cock better than me.”
“That’s lame,” I said. “She’s a pig.”
“Oh, she totally is. She’s so fat. But I know what’s going on- she’ll suck him off whenever he asks, and she lets him fuck her ass too.”
“How do you know that?” I asked, a little perplexed.
“Because he always wanted to fuck my ass, and I wouldn’t let him,” said Joy, looking over at me with a “Duh” expression on her face. “He’s a fucking perv. I didn’t trust that he wouldn’t hurt me with his cock in my butt, so I told him no.”
“Um, that’s a little more than you need to tell me, Sis.” I said.
“Oh shut up. We talk about everything. You were telling me just yesterday how you jerked off in your car in the parking lot that one time.”
I chuckled. “Damn, I wish I hadn’t said that. But fine, feel free to tell me. Do you not like being fucked in the ass?”
My sis looked over at me. “I do like it, and that’s what’s totally whack about this. I would have let him put his cock in my ass if he had just been patient. And I was happy to suck his cock any time, if he just had the balls to ask. But he was just a fucking pussy, getting all shy around me. So he broke up and now he found a fat, ugly slut that doesn’t intimidate him, and will do anything he says.”
“Well, sounds like he’s getting what he deserves.” I said. “He’s a fucktard anyway. I think he ate paint chips when he was younger. You’ll find someone better.”
“I know, but I want him to fucking hurt,” said Joy, spitefully. “I was thinking about sending him some pictures of me, sexy ones, with a caption like ‘You gave this up for that fat cow.’”
“That would be funny,” I said. “Well, I need to get upstairs and start my homework.”
“Would you help me take the pictures?” Joy said. “That way it won’t be an obvious selfie.”
I shook my head, looking over at my sexy sister. “Don’t you think that would be weird and awkward?”
“No, I don’t.” she said. “It’s just posing some pictures. You won’t be in them, and if you see me naked, I don’t care. It’s not like you’re going to tell anyone, right?”
I shook my head. My cock was a little thicker in my pants. “Of course not. I’d keep the secret. But don’t you have another guy that can do this for you?”
Sis stood up. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and her legs looked slim and smooth. “Nope,” she said. “I don’t have anyone else. And I don’t want a stranger looking at my tits and cunt.”
“Cunt?” I asked. “So you mean dirty pictures.”
“Come on, I’ll show you.” Joy grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway and into her bedroom. She locked the door behind us. She played with her smartphone a bit and handed it to me. The camera was on.
“I’m going to strip and be sexy. I want you to snap away. And try to forget I’m your sister, ok? As far as you are concerned, I’m a slutty model that wants to take some dirty pictures.”
I gulped and nodded. “And take off your shirt at least,” Joy said. “If I’m getting naked, you should be bare chested.” I pulled off my own shirt, revealing my rippling pecs and six pack abs, features I worked hard to acquire through workouts and diet.
“Very nice,” Joy said. “Now me.” Without further ado, she pulled her t-shirt off over her head. Her large tits were in a pink bra, which she reached behind her back and unsnapped, and then her bra fell away, and those perfect large globes of flesh bounced free. Her nipples were dark and standing up. “Take pictures,” she said, lifting her hair up behind her head, and turning around, giving come hither looks at me. I snapped away, taking a dozen pictures of her full above-the waist, and then zooming down to capture a tit and nipple.
“Gimme your hand. Get this in the picture.” Said Joy, grabbing my left hand and pulling it against her tit. Her flesh filled my palm, so warm, and the nipple so hard against my grip. I squeezed it, then with a thumb and finger I rolled her nipple, and continued to snap away with the camera in my right hand. “Yes, “ said Joy. “I’ll bet that looks sexy.
Then Joy moved back to her bed, sat down on the edge, and pulled off her shorts. She had no panties on, which didn’t surprise me, and there was her beautiful pussy, with just a tuft of hair up above the top of a vertical pink slit. I snapped pictures, starting back a few feet away, and then zooming in to her pussy. “Very sexy,” I told her. “You have a nice cunt.”
“Watch this,” said Joy. She edged back on the bed, and spread her legs wide in a graceful move, and then with her fingers, pulled her pink cunt all the way open, showing the wet pink flesh inside. I kept snapping pictures. I must have made a 100 by this time.
“Ok, brother, don’t say no. I want you to get a picture of your fingers going into my hole.” Joy said, as she used one hand now to hold open her cunt, and her other one to rub on her clit. I nodded, and with my left hand, slowly set it on her pussy, continuing to take pictures. My cock was really hard in my pants now, and I know that Joy could see it.
My fingers just slid into her wet cunt, and I couldn’t believe how juicy she was. Joy moaned and humped against my hand, pushing the fingers farther into her. I snapped away picture after picture. “These are fucking hot,” I told her. Joy moaned and made a little crying sound, and then she was cumming, her body shuddering. A river of girl cum squirted out on my hand.
I stood back, snapping pictures of her whole body now, legs spread, cunt dripping, tits heaving, looking up at me. “OK, you have some hot pictures now, Sis.” I said.
“I want some with your cock in it. Don’t make me beg. Please just pull those pants down.”
She didn’t have to beg. I loosened my pants and let them drop. I was still snapping pictures with her phone as my long cock popped out of my pants. Joy sat up and clambered to the edge of the bed, smiling sexily and joyfully, opening her mouth, and then without even touching it with her hands, just impaling her mouth on my dick, taking me all the way into her throat, until her lips were touching my pubes. The whole time she kept her eyes open, looking up at me as I snapped pictures of this. Then Joy pulled back and began stroking me and licking at my balls like a slut, making a big production of a spit covered blowjob, stroking my cock, sucking on the head, juggling my balls, spitting on everything, moaning, begging with a slutty voice for my cum. You’ve seen blowjobs like that in porn movies, and my sister was giving one to me as I snapped pictures of it, knowing it was going to really piss off her ex.
Tag: High School
[F] 40. A Tale of vintage Cybersex… or how I was corrupted
This happened more than a decade ago. I was a new mom, not working for the first time since part time jobs in high school, trapped with a baby in the house and bored pretty much to tears.
I started to idly cruise around the internet, still fairly new at the time or at least high speed was, looking for distraction, mostly in PG sites but I did enjoy some of the erotic story sites.
After a while found myself in the old chat rooms that no longer seem to exist. One of them was for moms to converse and swap idea. I enjoyed the company of other people, starved as I was for human contact. The downside was that whenever I logged in I was besieged by men wanting to talk sex. I wish I had a dollar for every time I was asked for my bra size or if I wanted a huge cock. Pretty gross stuff when you really just want to learn about teething and diaper rash.
[FM] Newlywed Finally Gets the BBC I had Fantasized About
I can vividly remember the day, summertime family trip to Nova Scotia, I was in my very early teens.
Growing up in a small town there was virtually no ethnic diversity at all. I don’t even think there was a single person of colour in our town.
So naturally, at my young age, I was staring…
We were at the beach, my parents, my younger brother an I, just enjoying the day. My Mother snapped me out of it…”Jennifer….Stop staring!”
There was a young interracial couple clearly incredibly into each other. I don’t know if they were married or dating, but they were certainly in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. Touching each other, caressing, little kisses every few minutes.
But what stuck with me was just the sexual attraction and sensuality between them.
Of course, I didn’t understand any of it, it was all just my early sexual instincts picking it up. I knew something really intimate was happening but had no words to describe it or any way of understanding it other than I just couldn’t look away, and It made me feel nice seeing it.
[MF] I had sex with my best friend’s Girlfriend, and I’m extremely conflicted about it.
This story is really fresh in my memory, and I am still dealing with the emotional consequences. However, it was by far the hottest sex I’ve ever had in my life, and I need to tell people about it. All the names in this story have been changed have been changed.
Let’s start with the context. About three years ago, I moved from the United States to the Netherlands, where I attended University. When I first arrived I had a lot of trouble meeting people, as I was fresh out of high school, and generally awkward. A couple weeks after I arrived, I had the good fortune to meet Percy. Percy and I had a lot in common, and we immediately hit it off. He was another nerdy, awkward dude. He was a couple years older than me, and he took me under his wing, introducing me to his friend group (which included the woman who would be my first girlfriend) and kick started my social life. Beyond that, he insisted that I come over to his apartment at least once a week for a proper meal, and generally helped me adjust to my new country. He helped me survive my first year there, and I still owe him a tremendous debt of gratitude.
Bahama Vacation 3: Lost in Lust [cuckolding][hotwife]
Originally posted at https://samanthasummersinstitute.org/community/forced-bi-cuckolding/real-cuckold-stories/#post-390 with parts I & II.
Bahama Vacation 3: Lost in Lust
By AsianHotwifesCuck
Until last year, I was the only man that my wife, Julia, had ever slept with. We met in college, She was a freshman, just out of high school, and I was a senior. We met at the library. I accidentally bumped her table when I passed by. She was petite with small breasts and Asian facial features. She looked up at me with her dark eyes and smiled. I smiled back, and I was hooked on her from that day forward.
After a few years of marriage, kids, and jobs, the initial love struck feeling in our relationship had faded, although we were still in love with each other. One night, after an exhausting day, we lay in bed talking about where that love-struck feeling disappeared to and how to get it back. For some reason, we got on the topic of her former boyfriends and why she never had sex with them.
“To be honest,” she told me, “I was afraid.”
“Why?” I inquired.
somehow i [F] ended up being used by two older couples [group]
I’ve been wanting to tell this story but always found it a little overwhelming to recall the whole thing.
Anyway, I always had friends older than me growing up, and when I was in college sometimes I’d just need to escape to the city and see some older, more sane, friends. These particular friends had been dating since they were in high school, did long distance going to college and now were living together in a city apartment while they raise their cats and plants (like essentially my dream). April has been my friend since I was in middle school and was pretty close with Marcus too. She was more outgoing, really friendly while he was more reserved and kind of nervous. But they’re both cute and both have a lot of sex.
April told me when they moved to the city they started going to these swinger parties and invited me as their guest to one. I had had my share of “accidental” threesomes and one orgy so I was like, very excited to have planned group sex.
Fun and Games [MF] [exhib] [oral]
For some people, marrying the love of their life and settling down meant the same thing. They’d had their fun. They’d gone on all their wild intimate adventures. Now, they needed to slow things down, build a life together, and settle for a more stable kind of intimacy.
For Jaylan Peppers and the love of his life, Helena Baylee-Peppers, that kind of mundane marriage just wasn’t going to work for them. He knew he’d bucked the trend when he asked Helena to marry him just a couple years after high school. His friends thought he was crazy, passing up his time a young 20-something bachelor. If they had known how he and Helena chose to approach their marriage, they’d have told him he should’ve proposed earlier.
“You’ve outdone yourself again, Helena,” said Daisy Roth, her mother’s best friend and a woman of considerable influence. “This fundraiser is another success that puts others like it to shame.”
“You know me, Mrs. Roth. I like to raise the bar whenever I can,” Helena replied, sounding as professional as ever.
“Please, call me Daisy,” the older woman said. “You’ve more than earned that right. Keep raising the bar and you’ll be on my husband’s short list for the Christmas party this year!”
Selina and her Lucious Curves Part II/V [FF] [Long] [Cheating]
Disclaimer: this is a long story that I will post in multiple parts. There is extensive character and story building. If you are looking for a quick read, I suggest you don’t start this one. But if you like back story and character development then proceed. Please feel free to tell me what you thought after you are done reading. I love feedback.
The morning after I sat in the hotel bar trying to piece together what had happened the night before. I was hung over, hair tied in a bun and wearing yoga pants and a T shirt I brought to sleep in. I had dressed in a hurry and wasn’t really sure what I was putting on. I didn’t want to wake up Selina. I quietly snuck out. My head was ringing with a massive hangover. I don’t usually drink hard liquor and never at 9 am but when I walked down here I wasn’t really sure what time it was.
I must have looked disturbed because the bartender asked me if everything was ok. I nodded and pointed to my empty glass. He refilled it.
Selina and her Luscious Curves Part I/V [FF] [Long] [Cheating]
Disclaimer: this is a long story that I will post in multiple parts. There is extensive character and story building. If you are looking for a quick read, I suggest you don’t start this one. But if you like back story and character development then proceed. Please feel free to tell me what you thought after you are done reading. I love feedback.
We have been married for 7 years. When we first met I was 20, he was 19. We were in the same women’s lit class in college. I was getting my teaching degree. He was studying to be a doctor. He was only in women’s lit because he heard it was an easy A. We flirted, we clicked, we dated and 3 years later, we got married in a small wedding ceremony. At that time, I was working as a substitute teacher and he was half way done with medical school.
A German Milf [F] taught me [M] the fine art of intimate seduction, Part 1
This is the second post about my involvement with an older German woman, 48, who taught me (21 at the time) almost everything I know about sex. Only two people, other than her and I, knew about it- I’ve kept it my secret..
As a disclaimer: The dialogue I’m sharing isn’t word for word, it’s based simply on what I recall from those events. There are distinct phrases and ideas (especially those in her dialect, Bayerisch) I remember from my conversations with her, but I remember more the feelings associated with these events, the tone of her voice or how her face looked as she said something, what we did and where, but maybe not the exact words. Her “lessons” were simple, like zen koans, and I usually wrote those down after the fact. It’d be impossible to quote her word for word, but I’ve tried. Also, German is a second language for me, I’m not as fluent as I once was, and, yes, I didn’t capitalize proper nouns as I should have on purpose.