I knew Amanda was waiting for me in her backyard. She had texted me 10 minutes previously to advise that her roommate had left for the day, and that she was nude and sunbathing in their fenced back yard, hopping in and out of her pool. I had lost little time in jumping on my bike and speeding in her direction.
My redheaded girlfriend and I had been dating for about a month, and by dating, I mean fucking every night either in my efficiency apartment, or in her room in the house she rented with her friend Jasmine. “Dating” also included regular blowjobs which Amanda loved to give me, usually in some quiet public place where there was just a little danger of being caught. She loved nothing more that opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue to receive a wet pungent load of cum, all the while looking out sideways with her eyes to make sure no one had walked into our alley or behind our dumpster, or was close to our car, or wherever we happened to be engaging in illegal public oral sex.
Four minutes later I parked my bike in Amanda’s carport right beside her cute blue VW Bug, tossed my helmet aside, and bounded around edge, not bothering to go inside her small rented pad. Instead, I reached up and opened a tall wooden gate in a taller wooden fence, and pushed it in. The gate creaked as I stepped inside, and I quickly moved a step to my left, and closed the gate back up.
The creaking had announced my presence, and Amanda looked up at me. Her skin was a magnificent golden hue, and her redhead hair was splayed out on a white blanket around her pretty face. Her long, shapely legs were spread very wide, almost like a gymnast splits, and she had three fingers buried in her gleaming pink pussy. She grinned lewdly at me, not embarrassed in the least that I had burst in on her while she was finger fucking herself with one hand, and had the other underneath her body, with one finger of that hand rubbing on her pink butthole. “You made it, Stud,” she said. “Now get those clothes off, and get that tongue of yours as far up my cunt as you can stick it.”
Mentally thanking my lucky stars for that small slice of courage that had allowed me to strike up a conversation with this woman at the library last month, despite her looking so beautiful, aloof, unapproachable and intimidating, I moved forward, tugging my clothes off as quickly as I could operate the buttons, snaps and zippers. Amanda certainly didn’t seem off-putting now, lying on her back in the sun, legs wide and inviting, pussy stretched by three long fingers, and now the finger on her other hand inside her cute little asshole. Her eyes were lusty and her breathing was already heavy, as I settled onto the blanket below her spread legs.
“First contact: clit.” Amanda ordered, and I complied, leaning forward, taking a moment to breathe on her damp, shaven mound. Then my tongue came out and I licked upward from her wet fingers, each buried to the second knuckle in her pussy, and right on her erect little clit. I moved my tongue around, sucking and slurping, and taking that clit into my mouth, even chewing lightly on the little soldier. Amanda smelled like pussy, like sun tanning oil, and a little bit like ass, and the heady aroma drove me crazy.
My hands each grasped a thigh and squeezed, pushing them farther apart, as I nibbled harder on her clit and the juicy lips of her finger-impaled cunt. Amanda began moaning and whimpering and saying indistinct but obviously filthy things in an unintelligible mumble, and then she was orgasming, shoving her clit into my mouth by grinding her hips forward on my face, all the while ramming another finger, for a total of four, as far as she could fit them in her cunt. She was only stopped by the bend in her wrist from just simply fisting herself.
In the meantime my cock was a hard as granite, and bumping on the blanket as I squatted down licking her quim. Once she had cum, her fingers plopped out of her pussy, along with a small flow of girl-cum. I moved up on my knees, my form suddenly shadowing her from the bright sun, and moved my cock right to the middle, the head of my dick bulging and enormous. It slipped right on top of her distended pink slip, surrounding itself with her pussy lips, luxuriating in the juice, and then I slowly pushed, and the thick rod of turgid flesh disappeared up inside Amanda. She stiffened up with pleasure as my cock poked into her cervix somewhere up underneath her belly button, and as I leaned forward to kiss her, her nubile legs wrapped around me and crossed ankles behind my back.
Her tongue sought mine, and our kiss was really messy, with saliva and spit falling out all over her face. She bit at my tongue with her perfect white teeth, and growled like a fiendishly evil succubus as I bit back at her lips. Her fingernails dug into my arms, which were strained, holding my upper body over hers as my hips pumped hard and fast, smashing my cock in and out of her tight fuck hole.
The sun was hot on my back, and the pussy was tight and wet around my cock, and that combination, as well as the view of the horny redhead slut lying under me, the smell of pussy, ass and tanning lotion, and sound of her moaning and whimpering all worked together to push me close to the edge of a massive miasmatic orgasm. I held back though, against all odds, until I felt her cunt pulsing and she threw her head back and screamed in a high pitch- sure signs that she was having a magnificent cum. As she was peaking, I pushed harder, took of the controls, and felt the liquid pulsation of orgasm building in my spine and then flow through my body down to my cock. As my balls slapped her perfect inner ass cheeks, my cock emptied insider her slimy hooch, filling every available cubic inch with white love crème.
I groaned in pleasure as I emptied my nuts in her horny pussy, bent down to kiss her very lovingly, and then rolled over off Amanda, onto the blanket beside her. My cock actually made a plopping sound as it left her body, and left a small trail of fluid across her leg.
“Jeez, babe, that was really amazing.” I told her. “I just fucking love summer.”
“God, yes,” purred Amanda, rolling on her side to touch me, laying a smooth leg across my lower body. “You were just what I fucking needed.”
“Wonderful,” I told her.
“Now I’m hungry. Go make me a sammich.” she said.
I looked over at her. “Seriously? Can’t I just lie here and rest?”
“I’m starved,” Amanda said. “I mainly wanted you to come over to make us lunch.”
“What about the fucking?” I asked.
“Well of course we are going to fuck when you come over. But I want a sandwich.” Amanda said. “Please……?”
I sat up. “Cost you anal sex when I come back.”
“That sounds fair,” Amanda said.
And so we spent the rest of the afternoon trading sexual favors for trips to the kitchen. But of course, that is another story.
Tag: Oral
Treat Day [MF] [Oral] [creampie] [rom]
“Everyone needs an occasional treat day. It makes the rigors of life worthwhile.”
That was the mantra that Wesley Wyatt preached to his clients as their personal trainer, certified nutritionist, and sometimes life coach. It helped communicate the message the health, beauty, and vitality required hard work and incredible discipline. Achieving any worthwhile goal demanded some amount of sacrifice, including the strain of exercise or the distress of abstaining from delicious food.
Wesley learned that first a college athlete turned and again as an assistant coach. Having been sickly, overweight, and unhealthy as a kid, he valued those lessons more than most. He tried to impart them onto his clients, as well. However, another part of that lesson involved tasting the fruits of their labor and not just with respect to looking good at the beach.
He actually encouraged his clients to set aside a certain time of the week to enjoy a special treat. Other trainers called it a “cheat day.” He called it a “treat day.” To Wesley, it wasn’t just a tactic to help others endure the demands of his program. It acted as a catalyst that made people hungrier for life’s greater joys. In his experience, it motivated people more than barking orders.
[mf inc] Mark&Amy Chapter 7
*What can I say? I’ve felt inspired this week. Enjoy. Next chapter will have some more story, I promise.*
**Chapter 7**
The sun was warm on Amy’s face as she came back to awareness. It was a slow process of realizing she was in bed, remembering how to feel her limbs… she realized someone was holding her. Strong arms, warm. She snuggled back into the body there and tried to go back to sleep where she’d been enjoying a nice dream of something she already couldn’t quite remember.
“Morning, sis,” Mark said. He leaned in and pressed his forehead into her hair affectionately.
Amy froze perfectly still on the outside, but internally her heart started beating like a scared rabbit. Adrenalin poured through her, bringing her to complete consciousness in an eyeblink. Recollection came in a flood. Mark had upset her. She’d run away. Then she went to Greg. She felt horrible there, so she ran back, and…
“Oh my god,” Amy whispered.
Mark sighed. “I know. It’s a lot.”
“I… you…”
Final Support [FM] [hotwife] [dom/sub] [political] [fiction]
It had come to this.
She always knew it was a very likely outcome, but not in this particular way. She felt guilty as well. She knew many of her friends and relatives would side with her husband, Gary, if the full story ever came out. She highly doubted it would.
She would never tell the truth of it, if pressed for a story, and neither would Gary and Nick. They were bound by their initial agreement, and despite the current state of separation, they would stick to it. She silently thanked the fates that she could have such confidence in these two men who had given her so much joy, passion and pleasure for almost a whole year as part of a love triangle-slash-open marriage.
Her friends and relatives would only know that Gary and Karen Hubble had come to a disagreement in their eight-year-long marriage that could not be reconciled, and so they had settled for a divorce and she had soon after shacked up with Nick Argos, a co-worker of hers who had been supportive during this difficult time of divorce. This story would be accepted and everyone would move on, including herself, Gary and Nick.
First post! My insemination story (MF) [Non-fiction] [oral] [creampie]
*first time poster* I’m quite new to this and I hope that my real experiences are welcome here, let me know if you’d like more and any encouraging feedback is welcomed! Hope you enjoy;
I’ve always had an interest in the pregnant body of a woman even when I was a younger guy going through school. I found out that I was predominantly turned on by second trimester women, just something about that growing bump always got me going. Whenever I would see a cute young mother in public or wherever I would always have major difficulties gazing elsewhere as if I’d just seen a unicorn going grocery shopping. The term for the fetish that I believed that I had was ‘maieusophilia’ and it still stuck with me since then. I discovered that as I matured that I was also into the idea of being the cause of a pregnancy in a partner of mine or simply a woman in general. The thought of acting on such a primal instinct absolutely drove me mad. That feeling of claiming the body of someone else in a moment of shared passion, filling them with my seed to me was at the height of intimacy.
Your husband, the king, surrenders as you look on… [Mdom] [oral]
*This is just a little scene that’s been running through my head…curious as to what others might think of it…*
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Your kingdom’s surrender is unconditional. You are both bowing down before me.
The war was over in a matter of weeks. My forces swarmed the coast and overwhelmed your kingdom’s armies; my superior technology besieged cities and peasants in the countryside begged for mercy. For centuries, you were a proud people; an independent regional power with strong soldiers and admired culture. Now, you will be a vassal state to a faraway empire that you had not even known existed mere months ago.
So you and your husband bow down to me, a position you had previously thought reserved for the idols of the Gods. You’ve traveled a great distance, across seas, to come to my vast palace and supplicate yourself before me in person.
As you bow down, I am seated in a sumptuous chair. Two women are kneeling, sucking my cock; two more are lounging on the arms of my chair, their bodes available to me, whispering in my ears. They are all members of my enormous harem. I am naked, as are the four of them.
[mf oral inc] Mark&Amy Chapter 6
**Chapter 6**
Mark turned his face up toward the shower, letting the hot water pull everything away. Well, almost everything. Stress, worry, it usually all subsided with a good shower. But he couldn’t help thinking maybe he’d gone too far with Amy. The way she’d run out after he’d gotten her off… maybe it was too much for her to handle. He’d probably screwed up the whole thing. He sighed.
It wasn’t even about manipulation anymore. Sure, it had started out that way. He’d seen an opportunity, a path to a goal, and he’d taken it. He’d lied and teased and tricked his way into his sister’s pants. Well, into her throat. Whatever.
But then she’d run out like that, and his heart sank. He knew he’d upset her, screwed up her head, and that wasn’t what he wanted. He’d sent her a message, a gentle prodding to come back and talk to him, but he knew it wouldn’t work. He’d lost it all, just when he’d been so close. And now she’d probably run back to that sweaty mouth-breather of a boyfriend and let him keep using her. And where had that asshole Greg been, anyway? Amy spent all her time here, and not once had her so-called boyfriend asked what she’d been up to.
[mf oral] Mark&Amy Chapter 5
***Author’s note: I’ve been absent for a long while. I encourage you to skim the previous chapters and get back up to speed on what’s going on. This is a short chapter, and not actually a very sexy one. It’s necessary for the narrative, however, and you’ll see why in Chapter 6, which I am also posting right away.***
**Chapter 5**
Amy ran a full gamut of emotion on her way back to her room. She’d been confused after Mark… after what Mark did. It was just simple toughing, but it had felt *good*. Good in a way she hadn’t expected. She’d been like some brainless bimbo in his arms, squirming and squeaking. Nothing like that had ever happened before. She’d been touched, sure, but it had never done *that* to her.
It was humiliating, that’s what it was. The idea that a simple touch could make her completely melt like that was beyond embarrassing. She’d spent her whole life being her own person, based her identity on low-key badassery. Having all that stripped away made her feel… well, it made her feel naked.
Sara’s Self Discovery [Part 3] [Oral] [Anal] [Spanking] [BDSM]
Sara spent the next couple of months being a good mother to a beautiful little girl named Sasha.
During this time we talked every day, yet Sara was not quite ready to fully resume our sexual play.
Oh we teased each other and did talk about our sexual histories, yet I felt that there was something that Sara was holding back, something that she was reluctant to talk about.
However I hinted that whatever she told me in confidence would be kept strictly between the two of us.
Sara had hired a nanny to assist her in caring for Sasha due to her and her husbands hectic life and work schedule.
This was a blessing for her, allowing her to be less frantic and care for her daughter with less worry.
It was in the third month that Sara’s libido returned and returned with a vengeance.
Sara was over at my place taking break from motherhood for a few hours.
While talking about nothing in particular Sara knocked over her glass, spilling milk across the kitchen table.
She began to grab for the roll of paper towels to clean up her mess.
Walking over to the sink to gather more towels I turned back to the table, coming up behind her with the towels, I playfully told her she was a bad girl and needed to be punished for making such a mess.
How I Learned I Liked Talking Dirty [MF] [oral] [creampie]
How I discovered I liked talking dirty
Back in 2006 the emo culture was in full swing, and I had the biggest crush on alternative guys. I know emo kids got a lot of shit back then, and I still see it sometimes now, but there was something about them that just made me feel so excited. I think it was a mix of things: the gatekeeper style way they handled their scene and their styles of music, the way they mostly seemed really thoughtful and soft spoken, and last but not least, the way they wore their jeans so fucking tight that you could see the outline of their cocks if they had a decent sized one.
I met one when I was a freshman in college while working part time at a call center. His name was Tony (for the purpose of this story ;D). He had sat next to me one Saturday and I was clenching my pussy while making small talk with him. This was before I was really open about sex like I am now, as I grew up in a kind of sheltered environment, so flirting at work back then was one of my hugest turn ons. He seemed to pick up on it right away and made sure to return the volleys that I knocked into his side of the court.