Clara braced her palms against Harry’s abs, and I took a languid pace compared with Harry’s muscled pounding. I also considered my advantage. My cock, longer than his. I pushed into her slowly, letting her appreciate my length. She kissed Harry, but began to bend more the deeper I went. She kissed his nipple, held her lips against his stomach, but she stopped shy of a blowjob, too distracted as I gave her my final inch.
I saw Harry’s disappointment, his jealousy, and wondered if I was winning.
Harry looked at me as his wife began to grind against my hips, her nails digging against his chest. He took her hands, placed them carefully along the hearth, and stepped aside. He touched himself as he watched, walking back and forth around the two of us. Clara kept her eyes on him, turning her head to watch his sweating, hulking body.
He moved closer to us with each pass. He touched his shoulder to my shoulder; he ran one hand along Clara’s back; his cock brushed across my ass.
At last he crouched beneath Clara, his back to the fire. He kissed between her bobbing breasts, squeezed them against his face. He licked a line of sweat from her stomach. He grabbed one of her ass cheeks and I grabbed the other, claiming it for myself. Then—I could feel the reaction of her body, the tonal shift of her moans—he began to lick Clara’s clit.
She reached down with one hand, holding him there as I began to thrust harder. I felt the occasional flick of his tongue along my cock.
“Harry don’t you dare make me cum,” she said, and I spanked her because she’d said his name instead of mine. She smiled back over her shoulder and told me to fuck her. “Don’t stop fucking me, Charlie,” she said.
I struggled to control myself. I held Clara’s hair. She arched her neck. I spanked her. I groped her breasts. I pounded against her, her bottom rippling. In short, I lost my slow-and-steady advantage, until she suddenly pulled herself from my cock, stepped back from Harry, and threw herself against the hearth. She brushed her hair back, sweat sliding down her heaving chest as we stood before her, touching ourselves.
She looked at each of us as she caught her breath, as if trying to make up her mind. “I need a moment,” she said, blowing air through her lips. “I’m not ready to cum yet.”
She let her arms drape across the mantel. She glanced over Harry and I, likely expecting us to resume playing amongst ourselves, to offer a little show. And I nearly did. I nearly took Harry’s hand to grope between my legs, considered upping the ante with a kiss.
But he and I seemed to share a realization at the same moment. That as Clara stood there, wet and waiting, trying to bring her desires back from the brink, we each had an opportunity, a chance to push her over the edge and into orgasm with only a bare touch. She held her thighs tightly together as she stood, as if she could lose control if even the faintest warm gust from the fireplace found its way between her legs. Harry and I both seemed to realize at once, for we began to advance at the same time.
Harry grabbed Clara first, taking her right arm and pulling her against him. She gasped. Not to be outdone again, I seized her left arm and pulled her against me. She gasped again. Harry pulled her back to him and immediately slipped his hand between her legs. He fluttered his middle finger against her clit. I snapped her back against me, grabbing her bottom with both hands to hold her tight against the flat of my cock. I had time to see the flash of her scrunched-nose smile again before Harry scooped her up in both arms, laying her down on the rug.
He laid to one side of her. He kissed and fingered her as she moaned and struggled to tear his hand away. I laid to her other side and rotated her body toward Harry, sliding the head of my cock into her cunt from behind. She reached back to stop me as well.
“Wait,” she said between kisses as her body quivered.
I pushed deeper, felt Harry’s fingers pass across my shaft in their frenzy.
“Wait,” Clara managed again, pushing a hand against my hip.
I felt my pelvis against her ass, saw Harry’s tongue glide across hers.
“I’ve decided!” She shouted suddenly. Harry and I both stopped, the three of us panting. “I know who I want to be with.”
Harry and I looked at her expectantly, a little stunned that she could know at such an odd moment.
“But this isn’t how I want to finish,” she added.
She swatted Harry’s hand away, slapped at my waist, then laid back against the rug. She stretched, held her arms up over her head, arched her back, leaving Harry and I to gape at her body, and when I timidly reached for her breast, she swatted away that hand, as well.
“You both have to be good,” she said.
“Anything you want,” Harry said,
“Agreed,” I said lamely.
Tag: Oral
Forever Hung (Part 23) [sci-fi] [slow burn] [all characters over 21] [MMF] [oral]
I found her that night in the ballroom. The grand, bare expanse, the light of the fireplace reflecting against the towering windows along the far wall, and before the hearth, her back to me, stood Clara atop a large fur rug. She wore a short, silken black robe decorated with a white floral print. I approached, wearing only a short robe myself, a simple white cotton one, as she’d requested. My bare feet were so quiet against the parquet floor that I wasn’t certain she even knew I was there.
But as I came near, she turned to face me, her robe cinched tight. She smiled. Beautiful, radiant—it goes without saying—but also shy. Too shy considering how well-acquainted we were.
She reached out to unknot my belt, pulled it free through the loops, and studied my naked body through the open robe. She nodded to me and I removed it entirely. I balled the robe in my hands— a chance to flex my arms—and tossed it next to the fireplace.
She looked me over again and held her hands behind her back.
A door burst open from the opposite side of the ballroom. A beam of light spilled across the wide floor and in walked Harry. He wore a white cotton robe, same as mine, but he removed it upon entering the room, tossing it aside like some brutish divo. Clara looked down as if respecting the privacy he’d so quickly shirked, but I watched her sneak furtive glances at his body. The muscles of his thighs in the firelight, the sway of his soft cock as he walked toward us.
He stood across from me, mere feet away. He looked over my body and I at his.
“Don’t be shy,” Clara said.
Harry and I sighed and took a step toward each other.
Seeing us this way, Clara tried to maintain her composer, but she involuntarily scrunched her nose into a cute little smile.
She reached down and undid her belt. She let the robe hang open. The bra and panties beneath were the inverse of her robe; an innocent shade of white, the delicate lace decorated with a pattern of black flowers. She looked down at her body, sliding her right hand across her stomach, then higher, over her bra, such that her fingers grazed each breast from within the glow of her cleavage.
She looked up only slightly, just enough to watch us stiffen. She watched Harry’s, then mine, all while holding the fingers of her left hand against her abdomen, just north of her panties.
She smiled, and after only a moment, the tips of our cocks nearly touched. Mine, I was pleased to see, was slightly longer, but Harry’s, being thicker and by no means short, gave the impression of being bigger, likely built, calibrated by the professor, to be Clara’s ideal size.
She knelt between us, entranced by our combined length. Her lips touched Harry’s first, puckered against the side of his shaft, but she looked up at me as she kissed toward his head. Then—my turn; she kissed along the side of my cock, all while looking at Harry.
She took her lips from my cock and looked up at each of us. “A little closer?” She asked sweetly.
Harry and I hesitated, then stepped closer, the tips of our cocks brushing against each other ever so slightly.
Clara swallowed deeply, then took turns glancing up at each of us as she kissed against both of us at once. She moaned, sliding her tongue between the two, then wrapped her lips around us from the side; I felt the warmth of Clara’s mouth just as Harry must have, as the heads of our cocks billowed against one another.
Harry grabbed Clara and pulled her up and against him. She gasped. She caught herself with a hand against his abs, and the sudden movement made the robe fall from her shoulders. It draped midway across her back. She glanced back at me as Harry kissed her neck.
“You have to share me, Harry,” she said.
He ignored her, kissing across her collar bone as he pulled the back of her robe above her waist, revealing the thong beneath. His hand, the size of her entire cheek, squeezed.
“Harry,” she breathed, raising onto her tiptoes.
He pulled the robe down along her arms, then spun her around to face me, holding her hands behind her back with the fabric of the robe held tightly around her wrists.
She panted, looking at me, and feeling I was already losing some kind of competition, I pressed myself against her. As Harry slid his cock along the fabric of her thong, I took her face in my hands and kissed her deeply. She moaned against my mouth, moved her tongue against mine. I pressed my own cock against the damp front of her panties.
Harry spun her back around to face him, still holding Clara’s arms behind her back with the robe. He kissed her in his own deep way as I kissed along her shoulder blades, along a bra strap. I got down on my knees, squeezed her bottom with both hands, and began to lick between her cheeks. She pressed back against my face.
As I moved my tongue lower, a mistake. A purposeful ploy on Harry’s part to throw me off, no doubt, but with his cock tucked horizontally between Clara’s legs, against her panties, I accidentally ran my tongue across his tip, still wet from Clara’s saliva. He didn’t flinch, so neither did I; I slipped my tongue back up along the strap of her thong.
Harry let the robe fall from her wrists onto the floor. I stood and slid one bra strap along her arm as I nibbled her shoulder blade. Harry pulled down the second bra strap, burying his face within her cleavage.
I took my cock in my hand and guided it between Clara’s thighs, vying with Harry’s for space against her wet panties.
Clara reached back to unhook her bra, letting it fall, then slid her fingers through my hair, glancing over her shoulder and pulling me in for a kiss. I peered down, her exposed breasts, Harry’s mouth around one nipple, then the other.
“One of you has to fuck me,” she said breathlessly, and despite my inclination to delay, to keep her wanting, keep her anticipating, Harry ripped the thong from her body, as he was wont to do. He lifted beneath her ass, wrapped her legs around his waist, and brought her down onto his cock with a shudder.
I couldn’t find a place for myself as he lifted her slowly up and down, up and down, her hands rubbing his biceps with each flex. With few options, I gave her ass a spank and she reached back to take my cock in her hand. She tried to stroke, but found it too difficult as Harry began to bounce her faster. So instead she let go of Harry’s neck and trusted me to catch her as she fell back slightly toward me. My arm fell between her breasts as she kissed me over her shoulder.
As Harry held her gyrating waist, I let her torso sink lower, leaning over to kiss her upside down stomach. She held Harry’s arms for support, and he in turn begrudgingly held her horizontally between us as I pushed my cock between her lips. Her mouth felt warm and familiar, but more than the tightening of her lips, I felt myself deeper than she’d ever taken me before, borne forth with each of Harry’s thrusts.
Harry eventually rolled her midair, then set her knees down on the fur rug. He needed a break, the first signs of sweat emerging across his chest. Clara, too, pulled her lips from my cock, taking a deep, satisfied breath as she sat on her knees, staring up at us. She smiled at Harry, gave his cock a quick suck, then brushed the hair back from her face.
Again I felt that I was losing. The way the firelight flickered across his abs. The way she looked at him as she leaned back against her arms, swaying her legs. He brushed his own hair behind his ears, and I could see that he was about to crawl on top of her, leave me on the sidelines while he fucked her on the floor.
I considered my options and decided that, rather than gracefully flinging myself between the two of them, rather than risk seeming a sore sport, that I would catch him by surprise just as he’d done to me. As he prepared to drop to the floor before Clara, I reached over and took his cock in my hand.
He froze as I slowly stroked him. I did a proper job, squeezing my grip toward his head, loosening it toward the base—I knew I could make him cum, end his chances completely, if I really wanted. He stared at me, furious, but Clara seemed turned on by the sight. She bit her lip, her gaze transfixed, so Harry had no choice but to tolerate it for the moment. He straightened up and held his arms behind his back as I cupped his balls in my palm.
“Harry’s always been a bit bashful about this sort of thing,” Clara smiled.
“Really?” I said. “I can’t imagine you being bashful about anything, professor.”
Harry exhaled a deep sigh. He brought one hand from behind his back, spit into the palm, then spun toward me to grab my cock. He looked me dead in the eyes, squeezed tighter than I would have liked, clearly had no interest in my pleasure, but I know how we must have looked to Clara—her masculine lovers, arms pumping, biceps tight, our pecs contracting.
How long would we do this? Locked into a contest of wills, we likely would have continued until one of us came across the other. And by the look of his face, Harry would have been the first to go.
Clara, perhaps sensing this danger, stood. She moved between us and kissed me on the cheek as she took our cocks in each hand. She led us closer to the fireplace. She rubbed us slowly, let us settle down a bit. She angled her body first toward me, then toward Harry to give us each a full view. I felt myself sweating from the heat of the fire. She kissed Harry’s chest, kissed my neck. I watched Harry take deep, calming breaths.
When she decided we were sufficiently composed, Clara leaned her chest against Harry’s. She kissed him. Then she touched the tip of my cock to her soft pussy. I held her waist and pushed into her from behind.
A View [F20s M30s] [female pleasure] [oral] [fingering] [public]
“We don’t know how we got so lucky. I was sure the observation deck wouldn’t even be open this late- it’s a weekday after all – but you insisted that we should at least check. ‘It’s just a block away,’ you said, ‘We might as well.’ I couldn’t argue. It’s not like we come to this part of the city often.
We held hands and hurried across the street from the restaurant, not bothering to find a crosswalk. There was nobody else in the plaza; the empty tables and benches painted a dreamlike scene, as if everyone had vanished in some cataclysmic event. We, the last humans on earth, strolled between circles of illumination cast by street lamps.
The lights inside the tower were off, but the automatic doors slid open when we approached. ‘Did they forget to lock them?’ I wondered out loud. We felt like kids out past our bedtime, alone in the wide, dark lobby. Our footsteps echoed on the bare marble as we searched for an elevator. You jerked my hand with surprise when we heard a noise down the hall. We held our breath, fighting the irrational urge to hide. A woman with gray-streaked hair rounded the corner pushing a cart loaded with custodial supplies. She looked as surprised to see us as we were to see her.
(1/2) Would You Rather… (an Institution story) [group] [bondage] [cnc] [gang bang] [cream pie] [overstimulation] [humiliation] [degradation] [oral] [kidnapping]
*Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and in no way condones acts of sexual assault or violence. All acts of sexual intercourse and play depicted in this story are preformed by consenting adults.*
[https://imgur.com/btquDE7](https://imgur.com/btquDE7)
It was hard to believe for any of the girls that this would be their final year of college together. Rachel, Olivia and Izzy had been friends for as long as they could remember and all of them wanted to make sure their final year together before they started their new lives, would be one to remember. They saved enough money to buy tickets to Cancun for their final Spring Break, with every intention to have the best experience ever. Shots. Parties. Music. The first two days were as amazing as they could be. Then it felt as if they caught the luckiest break in the world when they met a man named Isaac while at a pool party.
Our first [MFM] It was mindblowingly hot
If you’ve read my previous stories, you know what were the first steps my girlfriend Cristina and I took to get comfortable with the lifestyle. In this one, you’re going to read about the first time she actually had sex with someone else.
After our previous encounter with Steve, all three of us wanted to pick up where we left off as soon as possible. Cristina and I spent the next day in bed. We cuddled, watched porn together and we had sex. All I could think about was how last night her face was covered in Steve’s thick load. We both agreed we should go further next time. So later that day I messaged Steve that we wanted to see him some time next week. He said he’ll be free on Saturday.
The hype was real. It was all Cristina and I talked about over the next few days. I decided I’d add a little extra spice to the build up, so I told her I didn’t want to cum until we meet Steve. She thought that would be hot. We had sex a few times until Saturday and she jerked me off whiletalking about Steve. I never let myself cum though. It was really difficult since the turnon was enormous but somehow I managed.
My gym crush, pt. 14 [MM] [20s] [femboy] [straight to gay] [oral] [anal]
[pt. 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11xpnin/my_gym_crush_pt_1_mm_femboy_20s_masturbation/) | [pt. 13](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12845sm/my_gym_crush_pt_13_mm_20s_femboy_straight_to_gay/)
Alex slid off of Dylan’s dick and got on all fours. There was an outline of Alex’s body in sweat on the sheet. He looked back at Dylan over his shoulder. “Fuck me again, Dylan. And don’t stop till I have your cum inside me.”
Dylan grabbed his hips and positioned Alex. He pushed inside, and Alex gasped again. He bent his leg so that his foot came up to his ass, and Dylan gripped his ankle as he pumped back and forth.
He let go and then stroked Alex’s back as he watched his cock disappear inside that smooth, round ass. His hands wandered to Alex’s ribs and waist, where he held him firmly in place. Dylan knew he never wanted to let go.
Dylan lifted his head up and roared as sweat glistened all over his naked frame. He felt the pressure building and knew he only had a few seconds left. He grabbed Alex’s hair in a fist and fucked him with everything he had.
The most exquisite release rushed through him as he filled Alex with his seed. He let go of his hair and lovingly rubbed Alex’s back.
My gym crush, pt. 12 [MM] [20s] [femboy] [straight to gay] [oral] [anal]
[pt. 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11xpnin/my_gym_crush_pt_1_mm_femboy_20s_masturbation/) | [pt. 11](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/126ve7r/my_gym_crush_pt_11_mm_20s_femboy_straight_to_gay/)
Dylan stepped toward Alex and brought him into another kiss. Alex’s hands ran up and down Dylan’s chest as Dylan sucked on Alex’s tongue. Dylan took Alex’s hand and brought it to his crotch.
“*You feel how stiff my cock is?*” Dylan asked.
Alex looked up and nodded. His brown eyes were full of anticipation and desire. He stroked Dylan through the fabric of his joggers, and Dylan groaned.
Dylan wasn’t sure who was leading and who was following, but they found themselves on the bed with Dylan on top. He grabbed Alex’s wrists and held them down on the mattress as he kissed and sucked on his neck. Alex wriggled beneath him and wrapped his legs around Dylan’s waist. He let go of Alex’s wrists and ran his hands over the leggings and down Alex’s thighs until he took his plentiful ass in his hands.
“If you hand’t been wearing a mask, I probably would have noticed your cute smile first. But this,” he squeezed Alex’s ass, “is what first stood out to me.”
Alex smiled, and Dylan had to break eye contact. Looking too long into those eyes would knock him on his back.
[F]33. The first time I sucked a cock
I was nervous, of course. It was my first sexual experience with a man, and I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. But as he lay back on the bed, his cock already half-hard, I felt a rush of excitement wash over me.
I started by running my hands over his body, feeling the warmth of his skin against my fingertips. As I moved my hands down to his cock, I could feel it twitch in anticipation. I leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the tip, tasting the salty pre-cum that had already started to leak out.
I began to explore his cock with my mouth, moving my tongue up and down the shaft, taking in every inch of him. As I began to explore his cock with my mouth, I couldn’t help but notice its size. It was larger than I had anticipated and I could feel him growing harder and harder, his moans becoming louder and more urgent.
My mind was racing with a thousand thoughts and emotions. On one hand, I was focused entirely on the physical sensations, the taste and texture of his cock in my mouth, the way his body trembled and tensed as I worked him towards orgasm.
How I lost my virginity to a girl who caught me masturbating in the woods. Chapter 14. Crystal and I get snowed in at the cabin. [M/F 18] [blowjob] [cunnilingus]
Crystal and I woke up in the morning, snuggled up naked together. I was on my back and she was sort of wrapped around me from one side, with her head on my chest. It was really cozy inside the zipped together sleeping bags, in the little cabin with the fire going. I started moving my hand around Crystal’s soft, bare skin, as we were snuggled there and she was stirring.
“Good morning, my lord,” she said giggling a little.
“Eva?”
“Yes, it’s me, sire” she said smiling up at me.
“You bare an uncanny resemblance to the extraordinarily beautiful lady Crystal.”
Crystal looked up at me blushing a little and meekly said, “You think I am extraordinarily beautiful?” forgetting about the roleplay for a second.
I was a little embarrassed, “Yes, Crystal, shit…the first day I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Still think that.”
She quietly said, “Thanks,” and gave a nervous giggle.
I felt awkward and went back to the roleplay, “How did they find you, servant girl?”
A Fantasy Fulfilled – Part III: Convincing Her Husband – [Fiction][18+][MF][Str8][BDSM][MDom][Fsub][Fellatio]
###[A Fantasy Fulfilled – Part I](https://www.reddit.com/user/Wolf_in_Me/comments/11t1hq5/a_fantasy_fulfilled_part_i_fiction18mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
###[A Fantasy Fulfilled – Part II](https://www.reddit.com/user/Wolf_in_Me/comments/11xdtx1/a_fantasy_fulfilled_part_ii/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
Lana was lying in bed with a pillow under her head and a blanket covering her body when she woke up. It was early morning, and Luke was nowhere to be seen. She got up slowly and walked into the bathroom. The mirror above the sink reflected her face at her, but it seemed like someone else entirely. Her eyes were wide open, and there was no doubt that she had just experienced something extraordinary. She smiled at herself, but it did not reach her eyes. She walked into the shower and turned on the water. The hot steam filled the bathroom as she stood under the liquid stream for several minutes without moving. She wrapped herself in a towel when she got out and walked back into the bedroom. She pulled out the clothes in her overnight bag, a simple blouse, jeans, undergarments, and sneakers. She looked at herself in the mirror again as she brushed her long blonde hair. Her eyes were still wide open, but this time she could feel a sense of calmness coming over her body. It was as if something had changed inside her overnight; something had broken free of its cage and started roaming freely through her mind. She felt she was in control again instead of fighting against herself. She felt like a new person who could finally start living and stop hiding from her life. “This is how I’ll explain it to my husband,” she thought. She would tell him she had been feeling trapped for a long time. She felt like the walls were closing around her and would live the rest of her life in misery if she didn’t change things. She didn’t want that for herself or him. They both deserved to be happy and exploring this side of her would bring her happiness.