Alone with Ashley, Day 4 [mf][inc][mast]

“What’s up?”

I tossed my Popular Science magazine aside as Ash entered my bedroom and sat on the edge of my bed. Her friends were still hanging out downstairs probably wondering how to get me to come back so they could embarrass me further. Ash had her hair tied up in a messy bun and was wearing sweats and an oversized t-shirt. But damn did she look cute.

Ash began asking me about the type of girl I like and although she said it was because her friends were quizzing her, part of me wondered if she was asking for herself. At first I said she was my type, but in a sarcastic way and I’m glad that’s how it came out because at that exact moment her friend Simone passed by my door. I doubt she heard me, but still, I didn’t want our secret to become public knowledge. I guess I must have satisfied Ash because after I described my type she perked up, kissed me on the cheek, and dashed back downstairs. After she left I got up and closed the door, locking it behind her. I lay back on my bed, my dick already stiff and closed my eyes, remembering our time together the day before.

Artist and New Model- part 7 – As a Favor- (mFF) [Fdom] [Fsub] [incest]

He rinsed himself in the cold water of the outside shower next to the patio before drying himself with a fresh towel. Heading to the kitchen, he walked along the patio and looked at the sea, and he saw Helena and Tamara had already collected their towels, rolled up the mat and heading to the stairs.

In the kitchen he grabbed an apricot and poured himself some lemonade and quickly drank it, pouring another glass. Moving back onto the patio with his glass of lemonade and apricot, he saw Helena and Tamara step into the outdoor shower. Walking in their direction, he drank his lemonade and took a bite from his apricot. The fruit tasted unbelievably sweet. They ran from the shower to the door dripping wet.

He followed them into the house as they ran through the lounge naked then up the stairs. He climbed the stairs and heard water running in Helena’s shower. Her door sat ajar, and he approached it and pushed it open, looking in the direction of the bathroom.

Were [MM] [fantasy] [inc] (no underage) [Mdom] (bears)

It was a well-known, respected, and inevitable perversion in our family to lust after a man who’s not your own kin. It usually hit around your seventh or eighth decade, and was a biological urge that the men in our family were encouraged to follow.

When he sat on the barstool next to me, I caught the whiff of his leather jacket permeated with cigar smoke and I couldn’t help myself but to inhale deeply. My unnaturally keen sense of smell picked up the nondescript soap he’d washed with that afternoon, the common but still dizzingly nice aftershave he’d splashed on the few areas of his neck he’d shaved, and underneath that all the complex array of hormones and phermones that regular human beings were only aware of on a subconscious level. The combination of smells awakened something in me that I’d never felt before. There it was; a stirring in my cock for the heat of a man who wasn’t my brother, father, nephew, uncle, grandfather, or cousin. Before I turned to get a good look at him I already knew I wanted him in the most carnal and lasting way.

(request) [fm]/[ffm] Her first time anal

I’m looking for a first time anal experience from her point of view, so I’m looking forward for someone with some personal anal experience. It can be done any way it feels right to you. It can be pair with any kinks you please, I’m fairly open.

Some starting kinks I’ve thought of already for this are anal raping (consentual or CNC), humiliation, public fucking, gentle, romantic, furry (full on outfits or maybe we met at a sexy costume party, or we pick up a butt plug tail and matching mask), gaping (let’s see how much we can stretch you out of the box, willingly or not), fisting, insertion, orgy (another woman? Another man? First time anal party w/multiple girls 1 or 2 guys, come pop your anal cherry), femdom, etc…. The list goes on forever.

I’m into almost everything except for scat/watersports, incest, but anything, absolutely anything else is a possibility. Maybe you know a kink I don’t, so please incorporate your personal preference if you choose.

Thank you for reading! I hope to hear from you!

Emily’s Lesson [incest] [first time] [fmf]

It was the summer after Emily’s freshman year of college, and it was only the third time she had come home since her parents had dropped her off last August. It was great to finally be home for more than a few days, she thought. She was attending a big university several hours away, and the only times she’d been able to visit her family were for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Now, though, she had the entire summer back home in Florida to work on her tan, relax, and spend time with her family. She had really missed her sister, especially, while she was away. Alex was fifteen when Emily went off to college – she was just getting to the age when years didn’t mean so much and the sisters had more in common. Now, back for the summer, Emily was looking forward to the opportunity to reconnect with her sister.

Artist and New Model part 6 -Beach and Waves- (mFF) [voy] [exh] [oral] [threesome] [incest]

After working through more than a dozen sketches and several developed drawings using numerous poses, Nicholas sighed and stood from his drawing horse. He looked at each of the drawings, then at the walls to see where he could hang them to look at them all.

Helena and Tamara climbed off the sofa. Helena grabbed her robe and put her arms through it, but she left the front open. She looked at his drawings with a smile on her face. The sight of herself examined in different poses excited her. Tamara tried to get another drop from the bottle of wine.

“Is it time for lunch or something? I think it is past noon,” Tamara said as she looked out the windows.

“Yes. I will prepare lunch, Nicholas come to the kitchen in a minute, please allow me to prepare,” Helena said as she took Tamara by the waist and walked with her towards the double doors. “You can not come to eat naked with our guest. I demand you put on *something*. Go upstairs and find *something* of mine to wear!”

He watched Tamara’s wide hips and round ass as they walked away from him to the door.

Artist and New Model – Good night, Good Morning- part 5 (mFFf) [voy] [exh] [mast] [oral] [lesbian] [threesome][anal] [incest]

Nicholas brushed his teeth in the dark. Out the bathroom window he could see the moon half-full and the stars. The window beamed faint blue in the room. Brushing his teeth relaxed him but did nothing to stop his erection. Looking through a keyhole in such a way at two women pleasuring themselves and each other excited him tremendously. The sight of the two fresh in his mind continued to keep the attention of his thoughts.

He spat out the toothpaste when he finished and washed out his mouth with a swish of water. After spitting, he heard a door shut quietly, then approaching footsteps. He turned to see the bathroom door ajar, and he froze, not knowing what to do.

A hand grabbed the door and opened it more as a woman quickly and quietly strode in the room, almost shutting the door behind her, giving it her attention so not to make a sound. She turned and nearly bumped directly into him. She recoiled with a jump from seeing his silhouette against the window.

“Nicholas! You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing?” The woman whispered her yell. She placed her fingertips over her nipples to cover herself as she spoke. It looked like Violet, but the darkness made him uncertain.

Kerri and Mindy Pt3 [FF, FF, fist, FM, oral]

Part 3.

“Oh my,” I heard, “That was really sexy.”

Jules lifted her head and asked, “You were watching?”

“Oh yeah, and it was beautiful.” Charvi, I thought.

Jules moved and I looked over towards the voice and Charvi was standing there, holding hands with Kerri, both of them naked. Fuck, they were just so sexy, both of them. I brutally supressed my feelings here.

“Finished already?” Jules asked.

“No, but you were making so much noise that we had to look to see if everything was alright.”

I could see Charvi looking at me, wide eyed, and I don’t think that I really minded her seeing me, naked, on my back, legs spread, a woman’s cum on my face.

But then I thought, This is fucking awkward.

I got up and without a word, went into the bedroom that Kerri and Charvi had just left. Reaching around under the mattress in the drawers in the bed base, I pulled out the strapon that I had bought a couple of weeks ago. Kerri and I had used it a couple of times and she didn’t mind me fucking her with it. I put it on and just walked out to where the girls were.

Riot Fest Hook Up: Starfuckers, INC (part 2 of 3) [MF] (Long)

As Riot Fest approached, sleeping was difficult the night before. For one, I knew I was in store for a few hours of “playtime” before having to head to the concert, and on the other hand, I was going to get to see Nine Inch Nails, one of the bands that shaped my formative years. Every football season, Pretty Hate Machine and The Downward Spiral would be blared to deafening levels as we prepared for our Friday Night Games. And what teenager didn’t absolutely love “Closer”? It’s the epitome of what any teenage boy was looking for in life, finding that perfect girl to fuck the shit out of! Fortunately for me, I’d get to live out the thesis of the song in actuality before (and after) the concert.

[Str8] [fM] [inc] Dad, me and my lovely Papa.

I sit at the dinner table, silghtly quivering from the anxiety, the nervosity. I mustn’t let dad know about what I was truly doing tonight. He mustn’t know that I know the truth, that he is not my biological father.

If he were to know that I know, he would start asking questions, how I knew, if I had visited my real father, and sooner or later I would tell him everything. Dad always told me to trust him with everything, but I know that knowing the truth would break his sensitive heart, and I fear how he would react to it.

To him, my plans of the evening were as follows: I would eat dinner, give Dad and Mom a little farewell kiss, then I would walk over to my friend Audrey’s house for a little slumber party. All girls, of course, though the odd remark from my mother came off as if she expected me to be lesbian.