I had my first “real” girlfriend, who I will call Rachel, when I was 17. We’d been seeing each other for a bit, and I’d had a couple really intense make-out sessions with her, including one that wound up with her on top of me in the driver’s seat of my car, dry humping the shit out of me in her parent’s driveway.
One night, we’re out for a drive and she asks if I want to stop by her friend Monica’s (nod) house. I knew Monica from the biology class we took together, and I liked her because she was weird and unashamed, so I had no issues agreeing to saying hi. We were at Monica’s house for about five minutes when Rachel asked Monica what her friend Pete was up to. Apparently Pete had a long-standing crush on Monica, and she had zero interest in Pete. She said he called about hanging out earlier, then admitted she wanted to get out of the house, “even if it means hanging out with Pete.” So I drove the three of us over to Pete’s house.
Pete had exclusive rights to the entire downstairs of a split-level house, complete with a padlock on the door. It was a little strange to be locked in a basement (albeit finished) with and by somebody I’d just meant, but I just wanted to go where Rachel went, so I shuffled in without a word. We sat for a while and shot the shit, and I immediately understood Monica’s reluctance with Pete. He was a little off, kind of short and the embodiment of a napoleon complex. He also had really good taste in music, so I could focus on that and ignore everything else. We were in the middle of a pretty intense game of “Have you heard of…” when I felt a hand on my leg. Rachel was looking at me intensely when I turned to face her, and she leaned over and kissed me. We went directly into passionate, sloppy teenage make-out right away. After a bit, I realized that this was the first time we made out where we weren’t in my car, so I got a little bit more bold, grabbing one, then both boobs. Rachel had zero issue with me playing with her tits, so I tried to take her shirt off, and she threw her arms up to make it easier to get off. I fumbled briefly with her bra before undoing the clasp and freeing her perky b-cups. I buried my face in her chest, licked and nibbled on her nipples and went back to making out. I dry humped the shit out of her for a change, and she reached down and played with my cock, which was already hard as fucking granite. I had her pants open and around her ankles, then off in about two seconds. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, so I went right for her clit with my fingers, then I figured fuck it, and went down on her. I can’t be sure, but I think I was down there for about five minutes, then she pulled me up and we made out more and she cleaned herself off me.
Then the strangest thing happened. She got off the bed, and I noticed Monica had left the couch where she and Pete were doing their thing and the two girls started making out. I wasn’t sure what to do. Did they want the guys to make out? Did he want to make out with me? Is there some kind of signal, or am I just supposed to know? What the fuck is happening? Then the girls split up and Monica came to me, and Rachel went to Pete. Monica wasn’t much in the face, but man, she had an amazing body. She pushed me back to lay down on the bed and told me she was going to suck my cock, then added, “Is that okay?” I nodded furiously in the affirmative, and she took all of me in her mouth, down to the hilt. She gave an incredible blowjob, and of course, I didn’t last very long. I told her I was going to come, and she said, “Well, come then!” And my hips bucked as I exploded into her mouth. I looked over at the couch briefly and Rachel was giving Pete one hell of a handy. I expected Rachel to stop, but she didn’t. She told me she wanted to get me hard again, because she was going to fuck me. That was all I needed to hear, I guess, because I was hard again almost immediately. She told me she had to be on top, and that she hoped that was okay. Again, I nodded yes as if my life depended on it, and she climbed aboard. She was a treat to watch as she got both of us off riding and writhing and grinding and bouncing. Again, I looked over to the couch and Pete was railing into Rachel, just pounding her. Maybe it should have bothered me, but it didn’t, it was like having live porn to watch as I was having sex. Well, I guess that’s exactly what it was. Before long, I felt the intense, growing pressure and Monica frigged her clit so we came at the same time. After, she just laid down on top of me, and stayed there until our breathing slowed back to normal and I became flaccid and plopped out. It was a strangely touching moment, as the other two were already getting dressed.
I think I smiled ear to ear for the next day and a half. It was annoying, because I couldn’t stop doing it. Rachel and I broke up a couple weeks later without ever actually having sex. Oh well, right?
Tag: Porn
[META] Why can’t you people enjoy a hot story without turning it into a PSA?
There is nothing worse than getting to the end of a really hot story and there, peeking up at you from the top of the comment section is something like:
Dude brah, you fucked that hot, stranger chick bareback and came inside her pussy? How could you? That’s like totally irresponsible brah. Like Larry-the-Always-Wear-a-Condom-Boa-Constrictor says: “Wrap it before you tap it.” I hope you make better decisions in the future.
The last thing I want to see while jacking it to stories of other people’s sexual exploits is a fucking PSA from my high school health teacher.
Am I the only one here to read pornography? Does every story here really need to include a paragraph detailing proper condom usage? Did they properly pinch the reservoir tip when rolling on the condom? Did they also apply spermicidal lube? My balls are aching to find out.
If somebody is posting a story of nasty raw dog sex with a stranger, they are almost definitely either:
1. Aware it was irresponsible and somewhat ashamed
2. Aware it was irresponsible and find that extra hot
3. Making the whole thing up
So what are you accomplishing with your little responsibility lectures other than deflating my boner?
My boyfriend thinks of porn while we are having sex
So here is the thing… (and be gentle, this is my first post) I’m 25 and my boyfriend is 35, we have been together for almost 2 years. Our sex life has never been spectacular but it was good enough (I still had an orgasm eveytime even though it was pretty monotonous for my likikng & appetite) we were having sex fairly regularly (3 or so times in the week) when he was home from camp (he works 7 days on 7 days off) then things changed. It didn’t happen all at once but slowly just came to a screeching hault for the most part. A big part of it seemed to be his drive and performance was down. We made a comeback though and things started to look up again. He was initiating it much more than before, it wasn’t so monotonous and I was satisfied mostly. We stopped having bummer, overly emotional conversations about the problems all the time and I made a bigger effort to make it fun and climactic for both of us. I was trying to be a real team player, it is more fun if we both “get there”. Months went by and the same thing started to happen. Again, slowly and not all at once but the same effort on my part wasn’t doing it for him anymore. I could feel this dark cloud around anytime I wanted sex and the exact moment he just gives up trying my heart sinks a little more each time but I put on a happy face and finish him off willingly. Recently the same thing happened but this time he wouldn’t let me help him. He said he didn’t want me to have to work so hard, that it wasn’t fair to me. On one hand I get where he was coming from, he didn’t want to disappoint me again but I thought we were a team and him giving up let me down more than not having an orgasm would have. We had talked about him going to a doctor to cross that possibility off the list before but he always put it off and resisted. After that day I just made the appointment for him. The appointment was set for a Monday so all we had to do was get through the weekend. In addition, we were having troubles I guess you would say in other areas of our relationship which put extra pressure on us. He doesn’t communicate his feelings very well. He turtles in and pushes it down. I on the other hand am the exact opposite.. I want to talk right away and get it all out there (it is something I’m working on) for 2 days I kept telling myself to leave well enough alone, don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to and just wait until Monday to see what the doctor says but it was eating away at me. When I told him about the appointment I made we spoke briefly (I was trying to tread lightly to not hurt his feelings) and he said he didn’the have the same issues when he was masturbating so it must not be physical. I confirmed by saying so there is only problem when I am in the room. He said yes. (Ouch) I think I would have waited until Monday to talk more but that set me into a self conscious tail spin. We didn’t speak about it the rest of the day but after a night of bad dreams involving him and other women (I have bad dreams frequently) my emotions were running wild and I pushed the issue when we woke up. After a while I started asking direct questions (because getting information out of him freely is like juicing a rock) he admitted to masturbating at least every other day while at work (never trying to include me in it btw as I work out of town too and have on many occasions sent&asked for pictuers/videos and would be more than willing to participate) when we would only have sex maybe once or twice the week he was home and I initiated it, that he thinks of porn while he is inside of me and that he isn’t as attracted to me since I gained weight (double ouch.. soft spot for me for sure) (part of the reason I gained weight is the lack of intimacy and living isolated in the place he wants to live plus he has gained weight too)
The roommate [M/F]
Until I found my own place, I spent the first month in the new city renting a bedroom in a friend of a friend’s flat. The friend of a friend, who has long since been promoted to friend, is Czech. His partner lives in Prague. They typically visit each other every few weeks: usually, he makes the trip there. Though I have seen her a couple of times in the ensuing months, I never met her during the brief period that we lived together.
Because I was staying with a man who was at the time only a slight acquaintance, I didn’t bring lovers home with me. My partners hosted the various one night stands as I discovered my way around a new city. I did masturbate at the apartment, on occasion with porn on the laptop for inspiration, or while chatting with my ex-boyfriend in California over Skype. Our two bedrooms were adjacent. The doors and walls didn’t afford much privacy. I know he heard me because I heard him. Sometimes when I started playing with my pussy at night, he would jerk off, too. The collection of circumstances amused me.
May Shrek bless us all
After a long day at work, Marcus finally gets home;
“Ugh its been a long day, it would be nice if shrek came to visit me tonight” he thinks to himself, sadly, hungrily, lustfully as he unlocks the door to this tiny, shithole he calls home.
“Is there any onion juice left?” he asks himself, knowing the answer; there was none left. He had used the rest as lube when he -unknowingly- contracted herpes from his stuffed ogre toy last night, by shoving its thick, stuffed foot all the way up to his lungs; he couldnt have enough of it.
That was his hobby then, shoving stuff up his tired, overly used asshole. He never thought anything of it, you see, Marcus lived a sad life. But that was about to change. After shamefully stating that he would beat his meat later to some Rick-Michonne roleplay porn, he headed to his room.
*CREAK*
He paused at the dim lighted hallway- “what was that? Could it be-”
*CREAK*
*CREAK*
One moment, one opportunity, and I captured it. [M/F]
Excuse the shitty Eminem title, if you didn’t get it then probably best. Here’s another story of long distance travel but I promise to keep it short.
So one of my best friends was seeing a girl from England (We live in Scotland) having a long distance type of thing, silly. One weekend her and her best friend come up so they can finally shag, I don’t know.
So a group of us decide go out, the happy couple, her best friend and my friend were sending nudes so they’re kinda together so we go up and meet them at their hotel and on meeting this girl I realise “SHIT, she is more suited for me by a mile” with the dyed hair, tattoos, music everything.
Have a few drinks, everyone has fun and now we are heading out. Half way down the hall the best friend forgot her key card so she runs back and asks me to wait for her. Everyone else keeps walking on their way out for a quick smoke.
Fucking in front of [m]y [f]riends, first time exhibitionism
When my wife was my girlfriend and we had been only dating for a few months we were both still living at home with our individual families. This mean that to fool around we usually had to either wait for opportunities at either house or go find somewhere to park. It was in these early days I realized that l liked showing off my girlfriend’s tight body.
Table for Two [M/F]
Thanks to [this gif](https://gfycat.com/WellgroomedUnconsciousHen) I had the great idea of trying this with my girlfriend. I don’t want to turn people away so I won’t go into her looks, you the reader can just imagine she’s your girlfriend (or what your perfect looking girlfriend would look like if you had one). But Andrea does have a petite body: B cups and a cute ass. What sets her apart is the way she likes to push my buttons. It turns her on, even if she’s doing something sexual which isn’t her groove. I’m mostly the same way where I like to give more than I receive in bed, so together, we have a diverse repertoire of sex.
What was planned for this evening isn’t something in Andrea’s wheelhouse, but I knew she’d go along with it since all the penetration was going to be normal. She also had no idea. I grabbed a dildo from our stash that she described as “like having your cock inside me.” We also had one of those little “G-vibe” things as well and I decided to put it just under the tip of the dildo’s penis. I figured it would be hitting close to her g-spot which would be fun for her and for me. I stuck it to the seat of the chair and pushed it in. I wanted to hide it so I put a table cloth on top of the table.
A visit to see a friend. MFF
(Apologies in advance, trying posting a story on here, can’t ever quite get the formatting right so it is being written on my phone)
I’ve been travelling for work and pleasure for most of my adult life. I’m in my late 30s, comfortable in my skin and job, and happily unmarried after a messy divorce a few years ago. I’ve learned to live within my means, and that doing so gives me a lot of options.
Recently I went on a trip, to see my family and friends. I had a long layover on the way back, and arranged to meet up with a friend (K). She and I had teased each other for years, but never actually had the chance for more than just that. She had always loved that I was dominant, into ropework and various other aspects of BDSM, and by her own admission had fantasized about being the partner in quite a few of my past adventures.
[f]irst blowjob ever [m]
We were in my parents house, watching a movie on my bed with the door open (house rules). My bedroom was down the hallway of a single-story house and usually my parents stayed in the living room, though they’d walk back and forth noisily every now and then.
So our daily routine was to make out until our lips were chapped, grope a lot, dry-hump and sometimes I’d let him stick his hands in my pants. That’s as far as I’d ever gone. Ever. I didn’t watch porn or look at pictures so I had no idea what a penis actually looked like. Tbh I didn’t really know how it all worked until he fingered me for the first time. I had only ever orgasmed by rubbing my clit (though I didn’t know a clit was a thing either…)
So it’s a Friday night and it’s dark out now and we’ve been getting pretty hot. Then he asks me if I could give him a blowjob. He’s not pushy or anything, but he and I both know how much I don’t know. I tell him I really want to (though the idea was a little weird to me) but that I’m not sure what to do.