Crossing a Line. Pt2 [FM][oral][female orgasm]

[part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12a45f9/crossing_a_line_pt1_fm_slow_burn_teasing/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

As the second ticked by, my mind was made up. I quickly pushed up onto my knee and swung my left leg over him, settling onto his lap with my hands wrapped around the back of his head. I weaved my fingers through his hair, scratching my nails against his scalp, and pressed my lips to his. He hesitated only a moment before responding in kind. His large hands found their way to my waist as my tongue slipped past his lips into his mouth. He tasted like bourbon, his tongue cold after taking a drink of water. I moaned against his mouth quietly. His tongue danced with mine before he pulled his face away. I was already breathless.

“Are you sure?” he said as he looked at my face.

I looked straight in his eyes so there was no doubt before answering “Yes.”

I flirted with my friend’s dad and got more than I bargained for [F21/M40s/F40s] [groping] [oral] [threesome] [sex] [age difference]

I was dorky as a teen, not knowing how to dress my awkward, gangling long limbs and thinking that the acne on my face was ‘no big deal.’ I wasn’t a pretty sight, and my ill-fitting clothes and pizza-face and granny glasses helped none. I cringe thinking back to the girl I was then, thankful that I’ve figured things out.

But an adolescence full of guys scoffing when I came near, making fun of me when I talked, and just generally being assholes has left its scars on my confidence. Now that I’m a little older and fitter and hotter, my gut reaction whenever a guy makes a move is to shoot him down, since he’s obviously making fun of me. I do it immediately, automatically, a defense mechanism against rejection, no matter how cute and sincere he is.

I’m trying to stop doing that. Yet old habits are hard to break.

I need a confidence boost, and I think I’ve found one, even though when I think through what I’m planning, I freak out and panic and second-guess myself.

Golden Shower Party PT 2 [ff] [deep throat] [piss] [puke] [mast]

I’m gonna be honest, there was a very large part of me that suspected Suzie would back out of the very pee party she said she wanted. But, as the amazing friend that I am, I went on Amazon and ordered a little inflatable pool, got all of the ingredients to make a Yellow Bird cocktail, and even got TWO of those Brita water filter XL containers to keep the guests hydrated.
The environmentalist in me couldn’t do disposable cups. I would tell everyone to bring their reusable water bottles to fill up and keep chugging.
Suzie was a thirsty piss slut, after all. Or at least, I hoped she was.
Suzie came over and we sat on my sofa and constructed the ultimate invite. She was a little anxious, but her nipples were hard.
“Babe,” I said, brushing her hair out of her face. “You seem nervous.”
“I mean, I am ….” she said, licking her lips.
“I think I know how to help you relax,” I said.
“Oh?” She asked. “You know … what I really need is to get fucked hard. But if you’re offering oral, I won’t refuse!”
“Oh you need to get fucked?” I asked, standing up. “I’ll be right back.”
I walked into my bedroom and took off all of my clothes. Suzie could see my pants get tossed across my room. I knew that would entice her. I took my strap on out of my dresser and put it on. I got my thick 9″ dildo, attached it, tossed on a robe and walked back into the living room. I took my 10″ dildo too. Just in case.
“How hard do you want to get fucked?” I asked.
“Hard,” she said, confused.
I untied my robe and dropped it to the floor. She giggled and then moaned with delight.
I stepped closer to her, holding my giant dildo in my hand.
“Open your mouth,” I grunted.
Suzie opened her mouth.
“Let’s check those deep throating skills,” I said.
I eased the 9″ dildo into her mouth. Her eyes bulged, but I kept pushing. I got 3″ down. 4″. 5″. Saliva started to trickle out of her mouth and dangle off her chin.
“Good girl,” I whispered. “You’re more than halfway there.”
“Mmm,” she moaned, shaking her head. She didn’t think she could do it. I knew she could.
I kept pushing. I was six inches into her mouth when a buckets worth of thick saliva gushed out and covered her shirt.
“Fuck,” she groaned. “Ohmygod, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I whispered. “I like it messy. You know who else likes it messy? Boys. Boys love sloppy head.”
If you recall, Suzie was a very vanilla lover. She liked missionary. She liked snuggles. But I was determined to get to the bottom of at least ONE of her kinks. And after some gentle prodding, she confessed to having the mother of all piss kinks. But … she was too ashamed to share it with anyone, so she just peed by herself … usually on herself.
So of course, being the slut friend that I am, I encouraged a little piss party. 10 guests. An inflatable pool in the living room. Suzie would sit in the tub all evening and the ONLY rule of the party was: If you have to pee, you don’t go the bathroom. You go to Suzie.
My new goal was to break Suzie out of her shell. And it would start with MY favorite thing: a good old fashioned Face Fucking. I took the 10″ dildo and slapped her playfully across the face with it.
“You suck that one,” Suzie begged. “I want to see you take it down YOUR throat.”
“You want to learn from the master?” I said, laughing as I spun the giant purple dildo around.
I opened my mouth and easily took 7″ down my throat before gagging. I pulled the toy from my mouth. My eyes were watering.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Can you?” Suzie asked. “Can you take the whole thing?”
“I think so,” I said.
Standing over Suzie, I pushed the toy back down my throat. My eyes watered even more. Saliva flowed onto my tits. My stomach lurched. I got 7″ again before gagging up a thick puddle of saliva all over Suzie’s tits.
“Fuck,” I grunted.
“You covered me,” she moaned.
Suzie stood and took her pants off. She sat back down and began to masturbate while I throated myself. More thick saliva flowed onto her tits and cunt.
“Do it,” she grunted.
“I’m trying, bitch,” I said, giggling.
“Do you have a double sided dildo?” Suzie asked.
“I DO!” I shouted. “Here. Practice with this until I’m back.”
I handed her the saliva covered dildo I’d be sucking on while I went to my room. I knew exactly where the double sided dildo was, but the sounds from my living room of Suzie throating herself and gagging up saliva made my pussy wet.
“Found it!” I finally shouted.
I returned to the living room. Suzie and I got on our knees and we began to deep throat the same double sided dildo. The deeper we got, the more we gagged and spat all over each others faces.
I pushed Suzie onto her back and mounted her, sliding my strap on into her pussy. I fucked her slowly while I throated her with the dildo. She kept gagging and spitting up all over her fucking face.
“Deeper!” I yelled.
The harder I pushed the dildo down her throat, the more she gagged. Her face was entirely soaked in spit. Her hair was matted down. Sticky and wet.
“Good slut,” I moaned.
I yanked the dildo from her cunt and squatted over her face.
“Oh fuck,” Suzie begged. “Piss on me!”
Squatting over her, I aimed my cunt directly towards her open mouth. Piss gushed out of me. I could hear her mouth filling up with pee. When I looked down, she was about to overflow! I stopped pissing.
“Drink it, slut!” I shouted.
She gulped, swallowing my pee.
“Good girl,” I said.
“More!” She begged.
I filled her mouth two more times with piss. She drank every mouthful.
“Piss in your own mouth,” I begged.
Suzie, lifted her legs up and over her own face. My cunt was throbbing. There was no way she was gonna do it!
“I’ve done this twice,” she whispered.
Oh, I thought. I guess she will!
A stream shot out of her pussy, arched up and landed directly on her own face. She’d definitely done this before! Her mouth filled with her own pee until it was nearly full. She gulped and resumed her stream, soaking her face. Drenching her hair. Filling her mouth.
“Drink!” I commanded.
Suzie swallowed.
“Fuck,” I said. I was so turned on I couldn’t even put it into words.
I straddled her, fucking her cunt with my strap on while I eagerly licked the piss from her face. With a stomach full of her piss and my piss, I don’t think it’s hard to guess what happened next.
I went to the kitchen and got the biggest bowl I could find. One of those metal baking bowls you can get for 7.99 at Ikea.
I put it on the floor and made Suzie get onto her knees.
I shoved the strap on dildo down her throat. I guess she was so delirious and exhausted she didn’t even realize it, but the 9″ strap on slid right down her throat with ease. When I pushed harder, her whole body retched and all of that sweet delicious piss gushed out of her stomach and directly into the bowl.
“Good whore!” I shouted, giggling.
I pushed Suzie onto her hands and knees. Her face facing the bowl. I got behind her and slipped the dildo into her cunt, fucking her from behind. I pressed her face into the piss filled bowl and made her blow bubbles.
“Fuck!” I moaned.
I yanked the toy from her cunt, detached the strap on and started to fuck myself with the dildo while rubbing my clit.
Suzie took the 10″ dildo and started to do the same thing. We faced each other, masturbating. Suzie was soaked in saliva and piss. She stood up and picked up the bowl.
“Open your mouth,” she grunted.
I’D DONE IT! I’d broken her out of her shell and made her a piss slut!! Suzie dumped the contents of the bowl all over my face. My long hair was soaked. Suzie’s cunt was bald, but not mine. I had a thick bush, which was now matted down with her piss and saliva.
Now that we were both covered, Suzie resumed toying her cunt, rubbing her clit.
“I want to cum when you cum,” I begged.
“I’m close,” Suzie whispered.
We masturbated and came together, squirming all over the floor, slipping around in the mess we made. When we finished, we swapped dildos, sucking our juices off of them.
“Now,” Suzie said. “Let’s send out that invite.”

Oral for breakfast before work. [MF]

I stood by the edge of the bed, a fistful of her hair in my hand to guide her face around, to keep myself deep in her throat and, occasionally, let her breathe. An internal debate constantly firing: whether to be a responsible man and rush it so I can go to work, or to turn her around on her back and have my way with her face for the whole morning.

Morning sex is such a wonderful mix of the brainfog of weakened consciousness and the ecstasy of the first touch that timekeeping is impossible and every thought of lust becomes obsessive. It had taken all my will to simply get out of bed. Her head on my chest was, in my mind, unmovable. I presumed her fully asleep so it was a surprise to see her react so quick at my attempt of standing up. She gave me a quick peck on the lips and I finally did get up on my feet.

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That time we [M40,F40] had [Group][MFMF] with our friends[M42,F39]

Myself and my wife, Lisa, have both had group sex before. Only once as a couple but previous to our relationship I had a few threesomes and she had two so we were no strangers to the idea of it. However, over time, our number one sex bucketlist item that we wanted to tick off was to have sex with another couple, specifically a hot couple! We didn’t want to do this with strangers but also didn’t want to do it with anyone too close. Then we met Carl and Beth! Carl is from Ireland (as are myself and Lucy, this story takes place in Cork, Ireland) but had lived in Asia for years, running a nightclub where he met his stripper girlfriend Beth, marrying her before moving back to Ireland. In Ireland they joined my wife’s gym where they became good friends and eventually, we started socialising with them. Over time, this socialising verged on flirty as we became more candid of our sex lives and more comfortable with each other. We had never been out with them without others but on this occasion we arranged a night with just us four. Whenever Carl and Beth went out in the city they stayed in a hotel whereas myself and Lisa lived in the city.

Shy 18-Year-Old First Gynecologist Exam with Male Doctor and Resident [F18 / M25 / M30]

**INTRODUCTION**

Jane’s detailed account of her experience with the gynecologist was filled with anxiety, vulnerability, and discomfort, which began even before she arrived at the clinic. As a first-time 18-year-old patient who had never been sexually active, Jane, a petite brunette standing at 5’3″ and weighing 110 pounds, spent days researching what to expect during the examination and confided in her friends about her worries. With a 32C bra size and a history of playing volleyball and soccer in high school, she was physically fit and maintained an active lifestyle. Jane decided to visit the gynecologist to get on birth control in preparation for becoming sexually active with her boyfriend. The thought of being intimately examined, especially by male doctors, felt traumatic to her. Jane’s apprehension about the experience was understandable, as she had never been in such a vulnerable position before and worried about the level of exposure and intrusion that the examination entailed.

Her only previous experiences at the doctor’s office were with a female pediatrician. She had undergone sports physicals before, but those only required undressing down to her sports bra and underwear, a far less invasive experience.

A Week to Remember: 25 Anniversary, 2 Birthdays, 2 fantasies fulfilled – Prt 1- (M48, F45, F38) (MF+)(Oral, Consensual-surprise)

My husband and I are a unique pairing in that we have the same birthday, just 3 yrs apart. We didn’t discover this until after we began dating. So when we got married we figured we would make it a triple holiday and got married on our birthday.

This year was a milestone year as it is our 25th anniversary, My 45 Birthday and my husbands 48th.

I was anticipating something big for the celebration this year as it was a big milestone. We are normally pretty low key when it comes to Birthdays, but every now and again, my husband will surprise me with something out of the ordinary like he did [for my 40th birthday.](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/y8fgv7/husband_tied_me_to_the_bed_and_blindfolded_and/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) Being that it was our 25th, several of our friends and my Daughter wanted to do something special, and I was conspiring with a friend of mine to do something special for my husband. Little did i know (but had hoped) that he had plans for me.

A Stalker. A Slut. A Parking Lot. A Plan. [M/F, CNC, D/s, Knifeplay, Choking, Oral, Aftercare, Second-Person POV]

You wore pink eyeshadow, as instructed.

You were sitting–legs crossed, revealing just a hint of thigh beneath your short, pleated skirt–at a table alone, stirring your latte? tea? something. I watched you carefully from across the cafe, flipping absent-mindedly through East of Eden. Of course I couldn’t focus on Steinbeck right now. But I caught you looking. The flicker of recognition as you saw the book I held close to my face.

You got up to leave, sashaying now in a flirtatious manner as you set your oversized mug on the counter. A skirt so tight I could see the individual curve of each ass cheek. I could imagine my hand slipping beneath your hemline and groping your plump flesh.

The sun was peeking barely above the horizon as I followed you out the cafe and down the sidewalk. It was bustling–a crowded downtown strip on a Thursday night–but it’d be quiet where we were going. Destination: a parking garage next to the courthouse. After 5 PM it was deserted and far from the bars and cafes of West Third. A silly place to park if you were going to Cafe Mocha.

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Golden Shower Party!! PT. 1 [ff] [oral] [facefucking] [piss]

My friend Suzie was the most vanilla girl on the planet. Missionary sex and then some snuggles and she was good Every. Single. Time.

“Don’t you want MORE?” I asked. “I mean. My boyfriend held me down yesterday and throat fucked me until my own face was just covered in spit!”

She grimaced.

“Okay, fine. Fine. Maybe that’s too much for you.”

“Hey,” she said, resenting that comment.

“Well,” I said. “I mean it’s … kinda true, babe. You’re VA-NILL-AHHH.”

She smirked. That bitch knew it was true.

“But like, what about kinks. Fetishes? You’ve gotta have SOMETHING? Everyone has a kink.”

“I donno,” she said, fidgeting nervously in her seat.

My eyes grew wider. All that fidgeting. Her eyes were darting back and forth. She had a fetish. She had a kink! And I was going to find out what it was.

“C’mon, if you can tell anyone, it’d be ME! Your sluttiest friend! I LIVE for kink shit! Spill it!”

“Okay but … you won’t judge me, right?”

Now I was the one resenting a comment.

Guilty Pleasures Pt. 5 – Getting with my sorority girl classmate that I hate – [M20/F20, Oral, Outercourse]

*Part four can be found [here](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/129c80d/guilty_pleasures_pt_4_finally_fucking_my_roommate/), but this chapter should work as a standalone.*

I was crashing my lips down on hers. They tasted like beer and lipstick. It was intoxicating. The smell of her rosy perfume mingled with a touch of sweat filled my nose as I pressed her against the wall of her room.

She was ripping at my shirt, practically tearing it apart as she undid the buttons. Only her thin top separated her heaving breasts from my bare chest.

I was grabbing at her thick thighs, my hand climbing up and up towards her ass. She was hooking a leg behind me, pulling me closer. I slammed a hand into the wall, trapping her between my arms.

—-

*Earlier*

She was staring at me, standing against the meeting-room wall. I was moments away from lunging at her- hell, if I didn’t know any better, I probably would have.

“Where the fuck are my slides?” I said, a hint of panic entering my voice. Damn. I couldn’t afford to lose my cool.

“I just thought that they were a little unnecessary, considering you spend like half our time repeating the same thing.” Cassie said, her voice infuriatingly calm.