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Poolside fun [FM] while my friend also gets hers [FM]

This one goes back a while ago towards the end of the summer before my senior year of college. We’re talking about 15 years ago, so some of the details aren’t tack sharp and I’ve filled them in. It’s long because I like to write, so feel free to skip to the good stuff at ******

My high school friend Liz and I were hanging out at her house just lounging around in her parents pool. Liz’s family had some serious money and she lived in a house out in the country with no neighbors that close.

“I’m bored,” Liz said after an hour or so. I shrugged. I was enjoying just relaxing with my last few days before I returned to school. She jumped up and ran into the house. Five minutes later she came back outside. She looked me up and down shook her head. “You’ve got to change,” she finally said. I looked down at myself. I was dressed for comfort in an old one piece from my time on the swim team. Liz grabbed my hand and pulled me inside and into her room. She rummaged through her drawers and tossed me a dark purple string bikini. “It’ll have to do,” she said, pulling off her own suit and reaching for something skimpy. “Your ass and tits won’t fit in anything else I own.” Read more »

Walk me home? [MF] [Vanilla] [Oral]

‘Thanks again for walking me home.’ Janet said, glancing up at her escort, ‘That party got pretty intense, huh?’ Roddy shrugged his shoulders loosely, ‘It was intense for you maybe, Princess.’

Janet scrunched up her small nose. She was a pretty thing, short, with a curvaceous figure, which had been described with such moving poetry as, “Built like a Cadillac”, to, “Phat assed.” Her face was decorated like someone had fired a shotgun full of freckles at her from point blank range, and her bright red gaur had been styled into loose, old fashioned curls. She wore a white and red spotted “swing” dress, and uncomfortable matching red heels.

The walk turned back into silence, as the miss-matched pair walked down the empty pavement, lights briefly making their features visible again. The odd car drifted past with a quiet rumble, but aside from that, it felt like a very private universe. Janet shivered and twisted the straps of her cheap handbag nervously, and nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt the sudden, heavy weight of Roddy’s jacket draped across her shoulders. It smelt of cigarettes, cologne, and old, worn leather. She looked up at him, skeptical, and caught his grey eyes smirking down at her.
‘What?’ He sniffed. ‘You looked cold.’ Read more »

Walk me home? [MF] [Vanilla] [Oral]

‘Thanks again for walking me home.’ Janet said, glancing up at her escort, ‘That party got pretty intense, huh?’ Roddy shrugged his shoulders loosely, ‘It was intense for you maybe, Princess.’

Janet scrunched up her small nose. She was a pretty thing, short, with a curvaceous figure, which had been described with such moving poetry as, “Built like a Cadillac”, to, “Phat assed.” Her face was decorated like someone had fired a shotgun full of freckles at her from point blank range, and her bright red gaur had been styled into loose, old fashioned curls. She wore a white and red spotted “swing” dress, and uncomfortable matching red heels.

The walk turned back into silence, as the miss-matched pair walked down the empty pavement, lights briefly making their features visible again. The odd car drifted past with a quiet rumble, but aside from that, it felt like a very private universe. Janet shivered and twisted the straps of her cheap handbag nervously, and nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt the sudden, heavy weight of Roddy’s jacket draped across her shoulders. It smelt of cigarettes, cologne, and old, worn leather. She looked up at him, skeptical, and caught his grey eyes smirking down at her.
‘What?’ He sniffed. ‘You looked cold.’ Read more »

Walk me home? [MF] [Vanilla] [Oral]

‘Thanks again for walking me home.’ Janet said, glancing up at her escort, ‘That party got pretty intense, huh?’ Roddy shrugged his shoulders loosely, ‘It was intense for you maybe, Princess.’

Janet scrunched up her small nose. She was a pretty thing, short, with a curvaceous figure, which had been described with such moving poetry as, “Built like a Cadillac”, to, “Phat assed.” Her face was decorated like someone had fired a shotgun full of freckles at her from point blank range, and her bright red gaur had been styled into loose, old fashioned curls. She wore a white and red spotted “swing” dress, and uncomfortable matching red heels.

The walk turned back into silence, as the miss-matched pair walked down the empty pavement, lights briefly making their features visible again. The odd car drifted past with a quiet rumble, but aside from that, it felt like a very private universe. Janet shivered and twisted the straps of her cheap handbag nervously, and nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt the sudden, heavy weight of Roddy’s jacket draped across her shoulders. It smelt of cigarettes, cologne, and old, worn leather. She looked up at him, skeptical, and caught his grey eyes smirking down at her.
‘What?’ He sniffed. ‘You looked cold.’ Read more »

The Deleted Scene: The Equalizer [MMF]

The Equalizer
By Muhabba

Alina suppressed a shudder as the creepy old guy’s hand trailed up her shapely thigh. Her skin tight, gray streaked dress barely covered her ass when she was walking and in the back of the limo it barely covered her lap. When his hand reached the hem it dipped between her thighs before traveling back down her leg.

“You have very nice legs,” the john said in a thick Russian accent as he slid his hand from one leg to the other and back up the insides of her other supple thigh. He showed no consideration of his bodyguard across the limo from them with his back to the closed divider between the back and the driver. The bodyguard barely acknowledged what was happening in front of him and looked almost bored.

“Thanks,” Alina said as she tucked a stray strand of her straight, black wig behind her ear. When his hand reached the hem of her dress again he slid her thumb over the front of her panties before sliding his hand up the front of her teenage body. He groped and squeezed her small tits, appreciating the way her cleavage bulged up. The john was extremely over-weight, not completely gross but she guessed he hadn’t had a hard day of work ever in his life. The bodyguard on the other hand was built like a gorilla and could probably break her in half without even trying. Read more »

[MF] Oral on the top of a University Building

Hi! I am a [F], 21 years old and a long time lurker in this sub. I thought i should finally write something of my own.

Here is some pretext: I was sexually harassed as a six year old and as a result of that I realized that I could pleasure myself pretty early in my life. There have been multiple other instances too. I grew up with sex all around me. My boyfriend told me I sort of might be a sex addict. I cannot think about anything other than fucking for the most part of the day. Read more »

Surprise anal – and I loved it [MF]

This happened a few days ago between me and my boyfriend, Austin. We’re both 18 years old. He’s 6’1” and lean, while I’m 5’4” and a bit curvier. I have a decent rack, 32DD, which he loves, and he’s pretty well endowed, especially when you compare it to how small I am. We’ve never measured it but I’d say 7”, and reasonably girthy. It’s the perfect size for me and sometimes even a bit much. Regardless, I’m one for adventure, and I wanted to experiment with anal. I had just convinced him to try it, and I fucking loved it. The first time was gentle and loving, which was amazing, but I like things a bit more rough, and I mentioned this to him off-handedly a few times. This is the story of the second time he fucked my ass.

We were both hanging out at my house, trying to squeeze in as much time together before we leave for college. We were cuddling after round one, his hand squeezing and kneading my ass.

“I’m still hard, you know,” Austin said, looking at me then glancing at his still erect cock. That’s the one thing about him, he has an insane amount of endurance. I rolled my eyes at him. Read more »

Eva One’s First Test [MF] [sci-fi]

“Okay Eva One, time to boot up and see what you can do.”

The sound of that voice activated dormant systems. In flash, coupled with flood of computer code and electricity, everything came online. Visual processing, auditory receivers, vocalization projectors, tactile networks, and olfactory sensors activated one-by-one. At first, was chaotic and random. Then, as the data coalesced, a new identity emerged.

“Eva One online,” the vocalization matrix said. “Loading base operating system…complete. Running initial diagnostic…complete. Launching core programing nodes…complete.”

“Wow! That was fast,” the voice that triggered the activation said. “Does that mean you know what you are? Or who you are, if that’s how we’re going to do this?”

That inquiry launched another round of programs. Large stores of data unpacked themselves from the central processing core, flooding the main cognitive cortex with information that gave perspective to programs. From that perspective came greater awareness of the identity that had emerged.

“Yes, I am Eva One Version 3.28, personal intimacy companion female model 1-001. I am a robot. Error correction. I am artificially sentient construct with a robotic endoskeleton surrounded by functioning synthetic flesh.”

“Functioning synthetic flesh, huh?” the vocal source said. Read more »