Tag: Oral

A Little Back and Forth [MF] [Str8] [Inc] [Mast] [Oral]

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The first semester of college, I had classes at 8am every day of the week. So when I got to come home on break. I was excited to not really have to get up in the mornings. I could sleep in, lay in bed with my laptop and generally not make much effort to do anything. With my parents at work, and my sister's high school not being on break yet, that first week I could really relax as much as I wanted.

The first couple of days, I slept in until the late afternoon. On Wednesday, for whatever reason, I woke up around 9:30 and was surprised to hear music, which must have been coming from my sister's room. I walked across my room and opened the door. Across the hall, her door was open just a couple of inches. Before I could yell out to her, she walked, wearing only tight, dark-colored jeans and a black belt, over to her dresser and pull open the top drawer. Read more »

[F]irst ti[m]e after her overseas trip.

This is my first post here, but my girlfriend and I love to lurk around here and send each other our favorite stories. So, to return the favor, I thought I'd post one of our recent escapades in hope that maybe some of you will do the same with your SOs.

First off, let me give some background info about us. We've been together for four years now, but a majority of our relationship has consisted of being separated by a couple hundred miles as we went to different colleges. In May, however, that changed as I graduated and decided to move in with her. It's an exciting time for us, a time that we've been looking forward to for years. But, the last obstacle before we could have what we've pined over for so long was her three week trip overseas. Read more »

Just a little something I wrote hoping my ultra-conservative, Bible-thumping mother will see it someday and wonder if it’s based on a true story [MM][oral]

Bobby lay on the bottom bunk, on top of the covers. He was on his back, hands clasped over his chest and legs crossed at the ankles. His eyes were closed and his breathing slow and deep, but he wasn't sleeping. He wasn't thinking about anything, and no music played in his room. The only sound he heard was the comforting sound of the shower in the next room. Riley took long showers.

Living with Riley was bittersweet because Riley was almost the perfect roommate. He was tidy, he was a great cook, he never borrowed anything without asking first and always returned things before they were missed. He was a great cook, and although he often came home at 4 AM, he could open and shut the front door, walk across the hardwood floor to the bedroom, and climb into the top bunk without making a sound. And to top it all off, he was one of the sexiest boys Bobby had ever seen. The only bad thing about him was that he was straight. Read more »

I dom’d a guy (and I liked it). [F/M]

So I originally posted this as a storytelling/re-enactment type thing to /r/gonewildaudio but after only 24 hours I was so mortified by my acting skills that I took it down. It's a story I often chuckle to myself about though so I think worth sharing. And I can explain so much better in this format.

There's a long backstory to this one that gives it context. If you're just looking for the sex get to scrolling.

This takes place while I was still in grad school, after my epic summer away that started with The Rugby Player I'd decided to try to settle down, stop having random sex, and if I recall "He's Just Not that Into You" was really gaining popularity. The movie had probably just come out and all my girls were locked into the lessons in the book. So when I met this guy, let's call him Colin (not his name), I was resolved not to play the silly dickmatized girl. It also helped that I was salivating over a completely different guy at the time, a singer in a band, so I wasn't all about hooking up with Colin, at least not in the beginning. Read more »

Settling the Score [MF] [Tickling] [Oral] First post – would appreciate feed-back

He'd been working on the Jones estate for a few weeks now as a laborer, landscaper and handyman. It paid decently well, and Mercedes Jones was in the habit of making sure the people who worked for her husband were well fed on hot days. She often fixed them lemonade or coffee and brought pastries out on breaks. Mark liked her well enough (more than well enough, really, which was a distraction), but her husband was another matter entirely.

Short-tempered, picky and very much a micromanager while he was at the house, he didn't seem to believe that anyone he'd hired could do the job he wanted of them. Mercedes (or Merry, as she preferred to be called) always tried to talk him down if he was being nasty, but he didn't seem to listen to her much either. Mark never saw him raise a hand to her, but his biting remarks often left Merry shaken. She put on a brave face but Mark could see she wasn't happy while he was home. Fortunately, he was often away on business trips. Mark detested him, but not only for those reasons. Read more »

[Str8] [m] [f] [oral] [preg] First Erotic story thingy…

Alright so I’m sitting in class, staring at this hot babe name Bailey. Man she is a 5:4 slim cheer girl wearing a see through turquoise shirt and some skin-tight spandex. Through her shirt you can see the light blue bra she is wearing, but only in the back, the shirt is more opaque in the front. As she is leaning over her desk you can see her small A cup boobs hang over her desk. When she gets up and walks you can see her cute bubble butt move side to side. Begin fantasy fanfic thingy Finals have just finished and the bell rang. I walk over to Bailey’s desk and say, “Hey Bailey, let me show you something real quick. “OK…” She says in an unsure voice. We walk out of the classroom as people are leaving, luckily she follows. Now kind of pissed she says “Alright seriously, where are we going.” “Bailey, let me be honest with you. I want to have sex with you. I know I know, if this were real life you would slap me, but can you just play along for the story.” We just kind of stare at each other awkwardly for a sec, and then she finally speaks up and says something I will never forget: “You get one shot, impress me.” Scene change I open the door and let Bailey go through like a gentleman, she quietly thanked me. Luckily the library was relatively empty, and an old dozing librarian was the only one keeping tabs on the place. Bailey and I run to the back holding hands and find the perfect place. In the back corner of the library there was an area with a long wooden table and some chairs. Finally in privacy we embrace, our lips hugging together like they were made for one another. We break contact, and then unable to resist we meet again. This time our tongues found one another and did a dance wrapping and twisting around one another. My erection stood out proudly, poking Bailey in the stomach but she seemed not to care. While exploring each other’s mouths I put my hands to work, dropping them down to feel her glorious ass. Grabbing with both hands I spread her apart, her spandex easily stretching along. For some reason I couldn’t help but grind against her. Surprisingly she gladly obliged, getting up close with her hips and moving up and down against my member while continuing to make out with me. With a strength I have never seen of her, she pressed me up against the walls and grinded her ass against my throbbing dick. By now I have grown to a full size of 6.5 inches, pretty good for a 15 year old. Bailey looked at my raging hard on and bit her lip. “Do you want me to take care of that for you?” All I did was nod, and she immediately dropped on her knees. She carefully took her fingers and undid the buttons on my pants, and then zipped down my fly. With a little tug, my pants fell, and she was left face to face with my member outlined in blue briefs. Fast at work she tugged down my briefs and my erection sprang loose. “Um, I’ve never done this so don’t be too hard on my dick sucking skills” We both laughed for a bit,but soon she went right back two it. As if trying not to wake a sleeping baby, she slowly and quietly moved towards me. She then simply kissed the tip , and then started licking the head around in a circle. A sudden jolt of pleasure ran up my spine as she did this. Slowly making larger and larger circles until she just ended up putting the head into her mouth, going in, and out. Getting deeper and faster each time. Simultaneously she used her left hand to stoke my balls. Faster and faster she went until I thought I couldn’t take it anymore but then, it stopped. Right as I was about to release my load she stopped. “My turn” She said triumphantly with a big smile. Maybe she gets a kick out of giving guys blue balls or something, I’m not sure. In a violent fasion, I picked her up and lied her across the table. Standing to the side, I took my hand and placed it on her left breast. Through the fabric and her bra I carefully stroked her nipple, doing the same with the other hand and breast. I than grabbed her transparent shirt and softly lifted it over her head, exposing in full her light blue bra in full. I took my fingertips and grazed them against her stomach, from her belly button up to her chest, putting the right amount of pressure so she could feel my cool nails against her warm skin. Feeling as if I tortured her enough, I reached under her back and unclasped her bra. I pulled it off, as soon as I did so her face flushed red with embarrassment. As if reading her mind, I comforted her by saying “Don’t be embarrassed, you look beautiful.” And I was not lying when I said that. She had silky white smooth skin with close to no imperfections. Her outey belly button hung out, surrounded by rock hard abs that put me to shame. Her breasts were like small mountain peaks, her small A-Cup breasts bulging outwards. On top she had small pink nipples, pointing straight up and aroused from for-play. Looking to make her happy I took my tongue and started to lick around her left breast, making the circle smaller and smaller with every rotation. Eventually I made it to the center where I engulfed her breast in my mouth, sucking and flicking her tipple with my tongue. Not wanting to leave her right breast hanging, I rubbed it with my hand. I than switched, continuing this process for the next five minutes. Like a chess player, I planned my moves carefully, leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to her spandex. Hooking my thumbs underneath I lifted them off, leaving her in a single florescent pink thong. I slipped the thong off, revealing her flower. A perfect pussy in short, golden blond pubic hair, with pink lips that were slightly bulging from arousal. Getting hornier by the second, I was impatient and did not feel like waiting. Instead of eating her out, I climbed up on the table. I slowly brushed her lips (lower) with the head of my penis. Like a painter painting a masterpiece I stroked back and forth. I carefully pushed through her lips. (Panting heavily) “Alex Alex Alex, … i’m still a virgin.” “Don’t worry” I smiled, “I am too.” With those words I penetrated through her hymen, making her grip the table tightly and scream out in pain. A tier ran down her cheek onto the ground. “Is this OK?” I said going at a slow pace. She nodded, still a bit traumatized. Suddenly their was a splinter, and the table legs broke in half, causing the two of us to fall on the ground. Both hot, sweaty, and naked we started to laugh at the sad and awkward situation. Like the horny guy I am, I got back up, helping her up too, and leaned her up against a chair. I re-inserted by dick inside her and I started bounding at her again. Faster and faster I went, I grabbed and squeezed her boobs in the process. I trusted in and out, her tight pussy like a rubber band around my dick. The situation intensified until together, we both came. “Wait did you have a condom on?” She asked feeling my juices inside of her. “Ummmm…” To be continued…

My first night as a prostitute

As an introduction: I was 19, in my first year of college and got a part-time job at a hotel reception. After a while I noticed the regular girls entertaining guests there and ended up chatting with my manager about it. He told me that these things are tolerated and he told me jokingly that if I want he can get me into it. I just laughed but I though about it later, kinda intrigued me.

Later when he brought it up again I kept a window open on the subject, told him I was curious on how much a girl makes and he shared the details. He even told me that at least 2-3 guests noticed me and asked about my availability. That made me feel wanted and really got me interested, I just blushed and told him that he should tell me next time that happens.

A week later he came to me one night and told me that he wants to talk but we need to keep things on a serious tone now. He has a gentleman that wants company and thought about me, he knows that he's a great guy and I should not worry. He needed an honest and quick answer because the man didn't want to wait. I was basically stunned then but he reassured me and told me to just do a one time try and see how things will go. Read more »

A sexy [F]ling at a [m]ock Trial tournament

Hey guys. I’ve been really busy with grad school since I last posted, but with the school year over I finally have time to type up some of my stories again. This is kind of a “one-off” and I’ll get back to writing about my cabin adventures (so far here and here) after this.

This is something that happened when I did Mock Trial competitions as an undergraduate. At my school, mock trial was something only a few people did, but those who were in it took it incredibly seriously and spent almost all of their time on it. The idea of Mock Trial is that you and your team, representing either the prosecution/plaintiff or the defendant, are given a case to argue in front of someone pretending to be a judge, who then decides for which party based on whoever’s skill in the courtroom was greater. I was actually really good at Mock Trial, which is how I ended up as the second lead attorney on a team, right behind my boyfriend at the time, who was a senior, as a sophomore. Unfortunately, as I’m sure almost anyone could have seen coming, we’d broken up partway through the year, and were forced to work together for the rest of the year despite having no small amount of acrimony towards each other. Read more »

My second bi experience [bi][oral][mm]

I wrote a while ago about my first Bi experience, so thought I'd continue.

This is set about two years after the previous story. After that experience, we never had a chance to repeat it, and the next school year, we were in separate dorms, so again, no chance. The chance came a year after that when we were both in our last but one year at college (High School in US). We each had our own rooms by then, and as it happens, they were next to each other.

Part of me had been longing to repeat what we had done all that time ago, and I often relived it in my mind and fantasized about what would happen if we had the chance to do it again.

One day, after our homework time, I was sitting at my computer (probably playing a game) when John came in. "Can I have those Blue Jeans back" he said, unnecessarily loudly, partly standing in the corridor. I looked at him completely baffled. I had never borrowed any of his jeans. I told him to piss off and he walked out. Read more »

Couples camping with college friends [oral][swing][MFMF]

It had been almost five years since we had gone on a trip without our children, and my wife Shannon was very excited to get away with her best friend Sarah from college. Her friend's husband, Mitch, and I James,got along well and enjoyed similar hobbies so a weekend in the woods with them was going to be a blast.

In college we all enjoyed outdoor trips, mostly car camping with the girls, this time our plan was to hike 15 miles in to a secluded lake with a small water feature where we could set up camp. This meant everything we were bringing had to be carried between the four of us, which meant we were packing as light as possible. Read more »