There was a pool party tonight and l was determined to have a good night. It was time to relax and let go. A heavy sigh escaped my throat as I looked at my friends bikini. Claiming all mine were too”dad approved” my friend lane lent me one of hers. Very not dad approved. I shrugged on a robe subconsciously and made my way down to her first floor to mingle.
There were many people I knew and a few that were strangers to me, yet ultimatly I found myself out back. ” for a pool party it sure is dead out here.” I murmered to myself as I looked around. No one was out here.
After a moment of sitting on a lawn chair and watching the sky grow darker, I finally decided to get up. I was making my way inside when I noticed something off; Lanes parents bedroom door was cracked. I only hesitated a moment before I snuck my way over there and peered inside cautiously. It was dark but sure enough there on the bed a kid justin and his girlfriend sonya were having sex!
I tried to look away but I couldn’t. I held my breath and my skin turned hot. I could feel my clit getting hard and sensitive as it rubbed against my panties. Fuck.
Justin was on his knees and leaning back with sonya bouncing wildly up and down his shaft. The way she was squealing made me want to expieriance that satisfying filling.
Suddenly I couldn’t take it anymore! I turned away and immidiatly went to Lanes Jacuzzi and turned the bubbles up all the way. I climed in thinking it felt so amazing already. When my back hit the jet I sat back against it, letting the hard pressure of the jets hit my back. Then I slid my ass up slightly and sat forward. The jets pressure was now teasing my ass hole and I quickly slid my ass up more, arching my back even more. Bingo! The jets were now fully focused on my already sensitive clit.
I couldnt stop my hips from jerking a little over and over as the strong jets massaged my pussy. I moaned loud and bit my lip, “shit!” I grunted and quickly turned around. Keeping my knees low, I spread my legs wide and pressed my tender pussy against the hot gushing water. Oh I was holding back groan after groan of pleasure but I craved penetration. I quickly peeked to make sure I was still alone and then I tore the thick fabric of the bikini bottoms aside. As soon as I felt the sheer force of the jet fill my pussy my eyes crossed. I was squealing now and humping the Jacuzzi jet. So close I couldn’t stand it!
“Fuck you are sexy…” I heard a deep, raspy voice from behind me.
I froze.
I quickly righted myself and finally had the guts to look up. He was pretty cute. Really cute actually I thought. “….ummm…” Was all I managed before he leaned back and revealed his huge erection. I swallowed hard and tried not to stare, ” …uh.. Yea. So that happened. ” I grimaced. And when I looked up at him I almost creamed my bottoms he was looking at me with such desire. “You should let me take care of you” he choked out. I blushed red, grateful it was semi dark. He slid in, slinky like the snake, and slowly cornered me. He saw how nervous he made me and he liked it.. His eyes gleamed!
As he drew close I sprang up and around; turning my ass toward his grasping hands. My fingertips made it to the edge before I felt one of his hands find my hip bone and pull me back toward him. His other hand firmly planted low on my neck to help anchor me down on him harder. I felt the bulge between my thighs and gasped. He wasted no time and wrapped his legs through mine, forcing my knees apart wide. I squealed in shock as his hand reached down and yanked the bikini bottoms to the side and thrust. With one fluid motion, he entered me. I tried to scream but he covered my mouth. Murmering in my ear the whole time he thrust again and again. I was in oblivion. Floating away. His cock was so deep I could feel it in my womb. I orgasmed then. The force of it was so stunning I was spasming and quaking. He held tight and didnt slow at all.
I couldnt think of anything but his cock as it tore in and out of me. He still had to stifle my cries as I felt my second orgasm building at an intense and alarming rate. This was it! Oh fuck yes I moaned into his hand as I felt even him stiffen. He groaned and jerked faster. My eyes rolled back and again my body was wracked with violent and ecstatic waves of pleasure. His hot cum filled my belly and then some. We were both softly groaning and moving when suddenly the back doors were pulled opened. Both of us jerked but instead of righting himself, he didnt pull out. He grabbed me back toward him and sat.
We went the rest of the night and most of the morning. Finding various places to fuck. I couldnt wait till I saw him again
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Tag: Masturbation
Playing Cowboys and Indians – [mff]
I love reading the stories here and figured it was time to share a one of my own from my younger days. Things aren’t as crazy nowadays at 34 but every now and again I think of these times and jerk off once…or twice.
So this story happened some time around my sophomore or junior year of undergrad. My friends and I usually threw parties Thursday – Sunday because hey why not, right? When we were feeling particularly motivated we would come up with a theme and this night we lazily tossed out the idea of cowboys and Indians. Clever, I know.
So we throw a cowboy and Indian party. Most of the people show up with a cowboy hat, a feather or some other minimal costume that vaguely relates to the theme. We tap the keg and the beer starts flowing and eventually a beer pong tournament breaks out. My buddy Dave and I were absolutely lethal at beer pong and quickly started running the table. Eventually we’ve soundly beat everyone and everyone is complaining that it’s not fun.
Ice Cream in exchange for a Blowjob [Mf] [oral] [mast] [facial] [swallow]
She was straddling me, riding faster and faster, her hair dangling over her face, her perky tits mouth level. Left nipple pierced. Both rock hard. She reached down and rubbed her clit while her cunt took every inch of my cock. She pressed down into it and sat there, masturbating, her cunt squeezing tighter and tighter over my cock as she inched closer to orgasm.
Suddenly, it hit. She collapsed into me, heaving, her breasts against my chest, her face in the nook of my neck, moaning, huffing, catching her breath.
“Suck me,” I whispered into her ear.
She gracefully slid off my cock and in between my legs. It was too perfectly done — like she’d done it before. The fact that she’d probably used those same moves with other guys turned me on even more than I already was.
“Wow,” she said, remarking at my cock, which was coated in her grool. “I get super creamy when I’m really turned on.”
I smirked and watched her tongue up her juices and swallow them.
“I taste good,” she said with a giggle.
My breakup roadtrip: Night 1 [MF]
So, when I was about 20 I was seeing a guy and we had plans to take a roadtrip for the long weekend. As it got closer, him and I got worse and worse. We finally ended it and I would say we both were hurt. Somethings were said and there was a fight.
I had the weekend free and decided to still take the roadtrip as sitting at home for a long weekend wouldn’t do me any good and my friends already had their plan. I wasn’t sure what was ahead of me, but I packed some condoms…in case.
I drove for a few hours and stopped at the first place we were planning (hotels were paid for). I got dressed up and went out looking to make myself feel better. I had some dinner alone and was enjoying a drink at the hotel bar. I ended up chatting with the bartender most of the night.
I remember him being very tall (probably 6’6″ish and lanky. He was quite skinny ( didn’t hit the gym) and a bit dorky. He was nice and not at all my type. It was nice to chat with him. He was very kind and great at his job entertaining the people at the bar.
It started with meeting a girl online [MF]
Felt like sharing a memory about a sexual experience I had. I (20) started talking to this girl named Honesty (23) that I had been talking to online. She lived 2 hours away and when we planned to meet she understandably brought along two of her close friends, Jasmine (29) and Clarissa (??). I had seen pics of Honesty but this was my first time meeting her friends.
Honesty was a thick girl. Somewhere between pear shape to pudgy body type with dark hair and cute face. The most noticeable thing about Honesty from a guy’s perspective would have been her abnormally large breasts, i’d guess to be in the EE size range. Her friend Jasmine was very gorgeous sporting a great hour glass, somewhat muscular physique, excellent proportion with blonde hair and quite tall standing around 6’1/6’2. Her very good looks and size could be quite intimidating. She would likely make for a great character on Vikings or Game of thrones and looks quite a bit like Thea Sofie in the face. Clarissa was short and as round as she was tall going with the nerdy girl look and brown hair.
Mircea and Natasha [MF][Teacher,Pupil][Erotic Coupling]
Master Mircea was universally hated by each one of his students. Having come from a strict traditional background, girls found him uncaring and harsh. His figure was slender and angular, and he controlled every room he walked into while still remaining mostly silent. His stone-cut profile only served to enhance the strength his glare and his infrequency of speech sharpened the edge of his tongue. A cold disposition came easily, naturally, to him.
As he grew older, beginning to grey, his seriousness and professionalism, he had convinced everyone around him he was the living embodiment of ballet, making him also universally respected. He taught without warmth, bloodless. He knew his pupils through his hands almost more than his eyes. He knew each one’s hips and collarbones, their thighs and buttocks and slender necks. Yet never had there ever been a whisper of impropriety surrounding him because though he was physical when correcting his pupils passe or arabesque, he was conscious not to make any blooming young girls feel his humanity.
The Massage pt1 [WIP][MF][mast]
The Massage
“Just relax. It’s just a massage” you tell yourself as you lie on the table.
As you wait for him to return, you reflect on the series of events which led you to be on a massage table, completely naked save for a light sheet covering you.
It all started a week ago when your girlfriend gave you a coupon for a free massage…..
You were at one of your favorite haunts, having a few drinks, taking in some of the talent and generally just having a good time.
“Hey!, I got you something” she says as she slides a plain white envelope across the table
“What’s this?” you say.
“It’s just a little something for you. You work so hard and have been stressed out lately so I thought you could use a little ‘me time'”
“‘Me time’?”
“Yeah, just open it”
Inside the envelope you find a small certificate for a free massage. The envelope smells faintly of pinewood and rain, which you find odd yet strangely appealing.
[MF] I am a FLATSHIST (Flat tire Fetishist)
A lasting obsession and sins and blames.
I am middle-aged years old and I have a confession to make.
It is a very intimate part that accompanies me since I was a child. My first sexual experience, the horny one I felt, was no desire for any girl or boy. But it’s a long story of my own. And they are also part of my affective memories. It’s a half-long confession and I’d like to share it with everyone.
In my childhood years, five or six, I had an experience. One fine day I was in the afternoon after lunch watching television cartoons.
It was an episode of Huckleberry Hound, “Lion-hearted Huck”. The storyline is the Huckleberry Hound as a hunter wrestling with a lion in the woods. The very smart lion primes up from him and one of the tricks was this little scene. I had seen this drawing before and knew there was a scene I describe. Huckeberry Hound was driving a jeep and was looking for the lion. The lion is hidden behind a stone. Shows a package of nails. Seeing the jeep approaching, it dumps and spreads the nails over the path the jeep would pass. Then on that day I was seeing again and as I had seen other times but now knowing what was ahead something different came to mind and a sudden excitement took over me.
Valentine’s Day Gift 27[M] 18[F]; Riding Me on the Hood of a Car
It’s Valentine’s Day, which means that Zara is particularly horny and we agreed to hold off on sex and masturbation until that night. It was torture. Especially when I saw Zara wearing a tight black skirt which hugged her slender body, along with thigh high stockings. When we were walking around the mall she teased me by bending over and if it weren’t for our agreement/challenge and the people around I would have jumped her, ripped off the dress and ravaged her on the concrete.
Zara and I headed to the mall where we ended up in a department store and looking at the jewelry case. Yep, I knew where this was going. Zara was staring at this golden butterfly necklace with an emerald encrusted in the center. It was really pretty, and I could tell she wanted it. What I wanted was to have it bouncing in my face as she rode me later that night. To grasp her sweet flesh as it bounced over me. But I knew that Zara’s a submissive girl and wouldn’t go on top like that.
Really Clean the Floor [FM] [Female Led Relationship, chaste male slave, chastity cage, supervised masturbation]
Summary: A man and a woman in a Female Led Relationship with an emphasis on male slavery. Woman decides he’s been a good slave and deserves a reward. But what is the cost? Will she make him a cuck?
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“When was the last time I unlocked that penis between your legs?” I asked my slave as I sat at the kitchen table casually diddling on my laptop, sipping on a glass of wine that he poured me.
We’d both just gotten home, and we were both still dressed from work. I was wearing a short black skirt, black blazer, a white blouse, and a nice pair of black heels. He was wearing his usual dress pants and a dress shirt.
“It’s been a while… At least three months,” he said.
I laughed and said with a cute, sarcastic tone, “No wonder you’ve been a little edgy. And you’ve been such an attentive slave…”
“And notice I made a point of not saying ‘your penis’. As long as that thing is locked in a cage, nicely secured in steel, held in place with the Prince Albert piercing… I hold the key, and it’s MY property. You just happen to carry it around.”