Fun First Foursome with our Friends! [MFMF], [Group]

This is a somewhat shortened version of a previous post- reposting for the November Story Contest. Years and months of setup are omitted, but here are the basics: after years of friendship and rising sexual tension, my wife and I learned a couple we were close with are (accomplished) swingers.

*My wife and I are your average suburbanites- kids, dog, house and all of that. We are both in our mid-thirties. I’m white, average build, about six feet tall. Mrs Ordinary is mixed Asian and Native American. She’s got light brown skin, long black hair and is on the thicker side of average- she has small, perky breasts and a big butt.*

*I’d also like to introduce our friends, the Bees. Mrs Bee, whom I’ll call Caitlin, is of mixed white and Middle Eastern descent. She’s very petite, with short curly hair, beautiful brown skin and killer dark brown eyes. Her husband, Ryan is white, about 5’9” with an average build.*

At a point in our lives when we were experimenting, we made some ground rules and cautiously agreed to a date night which would end in a soft swap and same room sex between us.

Mason – Following Up [Fiction][College][Hook Up][M/M]

***This story is a follow-up/conclusion to the story “[Mason’s First Physical ](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jp453a/masons_first_full_physical_parts/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) ”, which follows a college student’s intimate introduction into the sexual world. If you haven’t read that one I recommend going back and giving it a read (both parts), it will provide context and character details. If you’re comfortable starting in the middle of a story then all I have to say is welcome and I hope you enjoy this one!***

[This story is 18+, all characters involved are such, and this story is intended for (and should only be read by) those who are 18+]
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Mason Johnson awoke in his dorm room, his eyes stung from the intrusion of the sun into his hereto quiet and uninterrupted rest. ***why did I have to get the bed right next to the window?*** he grudgingly asked himself before attempting to get pry himself up. If he did not force himself out of bed this morning who knows how long it would be before he finally decided to get his day started. Sure, he could have pulled the comforter over his eyes and feigned ignorance of the sun’s unfortunate timing, but where was the fun in that? He’d slept for…how long was it? 10 hours? 11? Too long already. Far too long. Long enough, in fact, he missed the first lecture of the day. ***Of course I did*** he thought with a deep and regretful sigh. ***Whatever. It’s not like I’ll fail from one missed class. I probably would have fallen asleep anyway.***

[MF] [Robotic] [Story/Fiction] – Strange Delivery

“Hah, yep!” The burly delivery man grunted as he moved a crate from his truck into Lana’s garage. Wiping the sweat from his forehead he left to his truck.

*What could be in this crate?* Lana thought to herself. *I don’t remember ordering anything this big!* She tilted her head ponderingly. Her wavy hair bounced lightly above her white band shirt.

“Miss, could I have you sign this for me.” Putting his hand on the paperwork he read aloud, “confirm that you received one, uh… remote?” He scratched his head as he handed over a clipboard.

“Yes I ordered a remote… but a television remote.”

“That’s not a tv remote,” he laughed, “and if it was, that’s way too large a crate.” Taking a crowbar off the dolly he waved it around. “Here I’ll pop it for ya.”

Lana nodded then looked to the paperwork. She shrugged and reluctantly signed it.

As the delivery man removed the lid it revealed a large black case and a remote on top of it. Then he blushed.

Request fulfilled: A story about nipple eroticism

“You have to get the Grand Tour!”

Monica beamed a broad grin and pulled me by the hand. She had just finished decorating the house she bought with her long term boyfriend. Rumor was that the house is in her name; so if they split she gets to keep it. A newly minted charge nurse, Monica seemed prepared for the responsibility.

“Look at Monica in those white tie-sides!”

A small cluster of scroungy guys laughed, smoking.

“Makes me want to commit a crime.”

Even though she bought a house with her cop boyfriend, her friends from back home were always in tow. Looking at them, I wondered if “back home” was a rough neighborhood, or if Monica had simply gotten in with a strange crowd.

“Get out of your head!”

She startled me.

“You’re such an introvert! C’mon the grand tour starts in the kitchen.”

She led me through a neat kitchen, where everything matched, and pulled me past laundry rooms and up a winding flight of stairs.

“You have to see the candles I got for the bathroom!”

Monica’s voice echoed melodiously through the house.

[MT] The Car Date

TL;DR I met a crossdresser through an internet dating site, and our first time was in her SUV.

Carrie (not her real name) and I hit it off right away. She wasn’t that tall, wasn’t that fit, but at the same time wasn’t this weird caricature of women I had seen in the past. She dressed in a way that I liked, her makeup was perfect, her clothing was hot and her look was exactly what I enjoy, and as far as people go, I was elated when she suggested that we park behind this mini mall on that Tuesday afternoon.

I stalked the location on Google Maps before agreeing to meet with her. Sure enough, the back corner of the parking lot is exactly what Carrie said it would be. So I told her that I would show up, she asked me to promise that I would show up, I reiterated that I would be there, and she asked me what I would like her to wear. She sent along a bunch of pretty hot photographs, all clothed, but still the optics/image is what I was looking for, and I picked a look or two that worked for me. We talked about what we might like to enjoy that early afternoon, and she basically said that if everything was cool that she’d be into making out, maybe some mutual oral, and that she loved being topped — if everything was super, super cool on our first date. We also exchanged details about the vehicles we would be driving, and I showed up super early. I wanted to make sure that the current state of the lot matched what was on Google Maps. And it did.

Guess feelings make a difference? [F] [oral]

The entirety of my sexual life, I’ve never been able to swallow. Or swallow successfully, I should say. I have a weird thing with fluids and have always been put off by the scent of jizz.

However, I’ve been seeing this man recently who I am completely enamored with. Not only is he a great guy, but I’ve never been this sexually satisfied in my life. Orgasms twice a day AT LEAST when he’s here. Luckily for me, hi favorite thing in the world is to eat me out. He’d happily live the rest of his life in between my legs. All of this aside, he also has one of the biggest, most beautiful cocks I’ve ever seen in my life. Hence why I love having it in my mouth so much.

One of my favorite things to do is rub my ass up against him randomly, get him INSANELY hard, then drop to my knees for a nice surprise fellatio. His mushroom head is gorgeously pronounced, yet wonderfully proportional. I love sucking on it gently and slowly before I take all of him down my throat. To say that I genuinely enjoy sucking his cock is an understatement.

34/34 [MF] Created a No Nut November Challenge with My Wife (Day 5)

Burner account for obvious reasons…

I created a No Nut November variant challenge with my wife, and it’s been quite the challenge thus far as we enter day 5.

The challenge is pretty simple. Every 5 days that I go without cumming, I get a reward. Rewards are sexual and non-sexual. Similarly, my wife has a reward list (again sexual and non-sexual). If 5 days go by without her making me cum an item comes off the rewards list. She’s allowed to cum as much as she wants.

Day 1: We had sex with me on top. I was able to control the pace and not cum while she did. I last came during sex 3 days before, so I wasn’t too built up, but man did I want to fill her tight pussy.

Day 2: Not much play during the day, but when we went to bed she unexpectedly took my cock out, jerked me off for 15 minutes and abruptly stopped. I fell asleep with my cock in her hands.

[MF, Fiction] Auctioned at the market

“This lovely young woman will certainly provide the best of services,” called out the round announcer dressed in a black on stage. “With her short hair, she will be sure to give good oral therapy.” He chuckled then turned his smile to a frown, “Now, strip girl!”

Jason clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. His rage shook his body down to his boots.

At first she rejected it, “No! I won’t!” Yet after a while of being slapped around by the announcer, she finally succumbed. Slowly she undid the strings on the back of her dress then dropped it. Clapping and cheering could be heard from the crowd as her undergarments were on display.

She was beautiful. Her skin untarnished by the field work, her body relatively well cleaned for the slums, and her curves well accentuated from a meager diet.

“Show more!” The crowd cried out. “Come on lass, show us what ya got!”

“Now, now, you know the rules. Pay to play. This is a show and tell yes, but the privates show comes later.”

12 credits yelled one man! *Do I hear 15?* 20 credits yelled another!

The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel, Chapter 19 (MF) (Oral) (Intense Fucking) (Creampie)

Bruce gives the night guard at the gate of Paradise $500 to let them take the golf cart he uses to use to make rounds. He throws the money at man and pulls Anna to the cart.

Speeding as fast as the tiny motor will take them, it feels like they’re not even moving but in a few minutes the large, round building at the center of the grounds is in front of us. They abandon the cart on the sidewalk and barge through the door.

“Aubergine. 33,” Bruce all but yells at the guard with the room keys. He hands Bruce the key and he pulls Anna down the hall, running as fast as her bare feet will allow, having ditched her heels in the limo. He pulls the door open, pulls her inside, and slams the door by pressing her body against it. Kissing her as he unlatches her dress at her shoulder. Pulling her forward so it falls and reveals her body then pushing her back against the door. Kissing her hard with wild abandon as one hand rubs her soaked pussy and the other runs up and down her curves.

How I lost (M)y virginity and was taught by an older lady (Pt 2) (Non Fiction, Instruction, [MF])

This is my fourth story. All my stories have some preamble, I just like re-living the situations that led to the sexy events as well as the event. If you don’t care much for my descriptions and preamble, there’s a “>>>Sexy Story begins here” line. Names have been changed.

For those of you who have read my other stories, this is the second part of when I lost my virginity to a much older lady named Nadia, who was 29 when she took me out for my 18th birthday and gave me a lot of instruction. For those who missed it, Nadia is a six foot three, heavily pierced and tatted goth with black hair, hazel eyes and crazy curves. She wore a corset, mini skirt, thigh high platform boots, and a spiked collar for this evening, and was wearing heavy dark makeup and bright red lipstick.

After we were done with our tryst in the bathroom, Nadia asked me to go lookout for a good moment for her to exit the men’s washroom. A few customers walked past the doors, and then I motioned for her to follow me out. We made our way back to our table, and Nadia resumed drinking her drink as though nothing had happened. She had re-applied her red lipstick, and I kept finding myself staring at her lips, getting turned on again thinking about how that exact shade of red lipstick was still staining my cock.