Couchsurfer tells us how to fuck [fm] [f] [mutual masturbation] [squirting]

We were living on an exotic island with a private pool and two extra bedrooms. We were feeling social and generous so we put our extra bedroom up on couch surfing. We wanted to return the favor because at various points in our lives we have been that backpacker on zero budget.

During our time on the island, We met heaps of awesome friends and likeminded travelers. One rainy afternoon, after online exchanges, Meg shows up on her scooter and splashes down our driveway. She is laughing from the big puddle she just drove through. Her ivory linen pants are almost see-through and her skin glistening in her crochet bra top.

“Wow, she’s gorgeous!” I think to myself.

I show her through our place and she gushed with enthusiasm, “it’s so pretty!”
She points to the pool: “Well, since I’m already wet, how about a dip in the pool?!” She smiles and I say, “sure! Let’s go!”

Alli and the Supermutants [Fallout] [EU] [Sci-fi] [Peeping] [Masturbation] [Spitroasting] [Stretching] [Inflation] [Excess Cum]

***Authors note: What was supposed to be a one week break turned into three weeks, oops. Anyway, I’m back, here’s more Dan smut.***

“Shit!” Tom hissed with pain, wagging his fingers as smoke rose from his Pip-Boy. It sometimes needed to be tinkered with, and while he wasn’t an engineer, he understood enough about the device to fix most problems. The screen had been flickering and reading information wrong for the past two days. Two days too many. If it gave him wrong information about Dan, it could prove fatal.

He sucked his burnt finger until the pain subsided. Pip-Boys could be devious little tools, just like everything in the wasteland. Tom worked by lamplight, an old bulb sputtering and crackling. It was amazing it worked at all.

Tom and Alli took refuge in an abandoned asylum for the night. It seemed a bit dramatic to him, but it was the only large building for miles. Once they found the second floor to be clear of any wicked monstrosities, they had decided to stay there the night. Alli had been worried about ghosts. As a scientist, he couldn’t believe she thought suck childish things were real. An abandoned asylum in the wasteland could house many real threats.

Adventures of Hunter Douglas pt.01 (MF)

Rhythmic breathing, deep restful sleep.  It was my last morning to wake from a glorious nights sleep on my king size bed before I headed off on a 3 month excursion for work.  I was a pharmaceutical botanist, but I liked to think of myself more like an Indian Jones of plants. My role within my company was to plan excursions to deep areas of jungle where we could discover new species of plants and study their medicinal uses, ultimately cornering the market on our research and making hefty profit margins.  Half the year was spent in the lab working on cataloging, researching and developing medical uses from the specimens gathered from the prior excursion, 3 months out of the year I was gone, alone in the rainforests of the Amazon or in this case a trek deep into the uncharted Congo and I had 3 months of the year to myself thankfully. My medical research in the area of dementia and the aging of the human brain was a top priority this trip and I was seeking out a new plant to aid in the formulation of a pill that would regress the aging in human brain tissue.  

Camp Bathhouse: Part 1 [Voyeur] [MF] [Masturbation]

Howdy. My name is John, John Fears. And I am the founding father of the Camp Cauldron Bathhouse Motel. My family and I first came up to Camp Cauldron when I was about eighteen. Eighteen was a budding age of emotional and hormonal, well hormones for me. I don’t remember much about that first trip. I remember Ma packing too much food for my older brother’s girlfriend, whose name was Amalie.

Amalie, I knew her obviously as my brother’s girlfriend that he always brought along on family outings or over to the house but this was the first time I was going to be forced to be in constant contact with her. I couldn’t really complain besides being jealous of my brother, that he had a girlfriend and I didn’t. Amalie was nice and well, nice looking. She was white, but her skin had a soft golden brown tan to it since the beginning of the summer which I had to admit added to her looks. She had about shoulder length long dirty blonde hair, freckles on her face and spring blue eyes. And when you looked at her face, something in the back of your head told you she was the dirtiest little slut that you could ever imagine in a young girl’s body as small as she was. But, to everyone in the family, including me, she was as sweet as could be.

My bathtub [F]aucet experience

You all seemed to really enjoy my public masturbation story, so here’s another story I’d like to tell.

About a week and a half ago, my vibrator broke. I was really sad about it because I can’t use my hand every day (yes, i masturbate daily) without having a seriously sore pussy. But, as these stories go, when there’s a will, there’s a way.

I thought back to my old masturbation techniques before I had the courage to buy my first vibrator (a story for another day). One that stuck out to me the most was how I used to run hot water over my clit until I quivered and came. It’s a little harder for me to cum with clit stimulation alone nowadays, but I thought I’d give it a try. I went into the bathroom and took off my clothes as quickly as I could. I started by playing with my nipples and watching porn of other girls cumming with faucets. When I was just drenched enough, I turned on the water and got the temperature just right. Warm with a lot of pressure. I got into the tub and spread my legs so they were dangling on each side of the faucet. I positioned myself perfectly and spread my big pussy lips as wide as possible so the water hit my clit directly. The pleasure was insane. I was grunting and moaning while everything else in my mind went blank. The porn was still playing on my phone, propped up on my bathroom counter so I could watch as I played with myself, but I was so focused on my own pleasure that I barely even noticed. I can’t count how many times I came. I usually pull away after I cum, but not this time. I kept my position and I didn’t collapse after at least four orgasms.

Throat Fucking a Sissy by the Lake. [MT]

# I ‘m a 23 year old white dude with a big dick. (Check post history if you want.) Very few women I have ever been with have ever been able to truly deep throat me. I’m very open minded, and found out about sissys a few years ago and was going through a dry spell that was about 2 months long. I had abstained from sex and masturbation for personal growth reasons, and was focusing on other things in life.

# But then I started smoking weed again after a few months off. And I started getting horny. And Hornier. And hornier. Until I started edging myself with 2 months of nut pent up inside of me, and I started getting really fucking crazy haha. So I started swiping on tinder one day and matched with a very cute sissy who was EAGER to take that nut after I explained my situation. She was so horny. Within 15 minutes of us matching, she was on her way to pick me up.

The thrill of being watched [Exhibitionism, undressing, masturbation, F]

Erica straightened the bedsheets and plumped the pillows. She put her hands on her small waist, blew a strand of blonde hair from her face, failed and tucked it behind her ear and smiled. It had been a tough job carrying all her stuff up to the fourth floor but it was worth it. The new apartment looked *amazing*. Sure it was about the size of two shoeboxes taped together and yeah, it cost more of her monthly salary than she was ever going to tell her mother but it was hers and hers alone.

She went into the kitchen and poured a glass of water. There was a view – just – between two old red brick buildings down to the harbour and the green sweep of the far shore and beyond that a morse-code line of white breakers where the ocean began. She felt goosebumps rise up her slender arms. *The sea!* She could almost smell the salt – and taste hot fresh donuts. Her phone buzzed. It was a friend, checking she was still going to come out that evening. She said she was. Erica closed her eyes and breathed the imaginary sea air once more, opened them, wiped an invisible speck of dirt from the top of the cooker and went to her bedroom to pick out an outfit.

How I met my wife. [MMF]

Paying for accommodation was hard going during my final year at university. Part time work didn’t cover the costs so I got a friend (Adam) to share my single bedsit, totally against the rules but halved the rent for both of us. The down side was it was a bit cramped. Two blokes in a small single bed room with a small kitchenette wasn’t too comfy.

We took turns on who had the bed and who had the floor to sleep on. The cramped conditions meant there was no privacy. The glass door to the toilet/shower left nothing to the imagination so modesty was quickly forgotten. We soon got used to each other’s morning glories (he was a big boy) and eventually gave up with secret masturbation as it was never secret no mater how hard you tried. We were soon both masturbating together huddled around a laptop watching porn without giving it a seconds thought.

My [F]irst time masturbating in public

I don’t know if masturbation stories are allowed, but fuck it!

I’ve always been into exhibitionism. I enjoy pushing my limits and taking risks. One day, I pushed my limits by opening my window just a bit so anyone could hear my moans as I touched myself. I started going to town on my pussy using a hairbrush and a little clit vibe. The handle to the brush was ribbed and hit all the right spots while the vibe made all the nerves in my clit ache in the best way possible. Knowing that anyone could hear me fucking myself made me wetter than I had ever been. My sheets had a huge wet spot. The brush handle was creamy and wet. I came so quickly and moaned like a porn star the whole time. It took me forever to catch my breath.

College Lab Partner Watches Me [MF :: Lesbian :: Masturbation]

I spent my first year of undergrad at the University of Texas in Austin. First semester, my lab partner in Biology 1010 was a willowy raven-haired half-Native American girl named Malia.

She was smart, kind, and friendly but also sexy and a little bit mysterious. She lived off campus and I lived in the dorms for scholarship kids so we would study in my room. After a couple of weeks of studying, we had become pretty close friends.

I was beginning to fall for her. She used to wear low rise boot cut jeans slung down on her hips over tank top bodysuits pulled up high so a tiny bit of skin showed. She had long legs and small but firm tits. I was pretty sure she felt the same. We shared personal stories about our pasts, talked about music, film, art and she shared her native culture with me.

She told me that her tribe had an exemption to possess marijuana (I don’t think this was true, but I believed it then, maybe because it was convenient). We would occasionally smoke in my dorm and after studying for our first exam she lit up a joint and we passed it.