[MFM] Once Upon a Time in…. [SUCCESS]

In the valley

Narrator: When two guys who have been friends for so long, someone who is more than a brother but less than a wife, there is only one way to bid farewell. A good old fashion tag teaming.
[Enters car]

Buchanan Brothers – “Son of a Lovin’ Man” ? I’m the son of a loving man My daddy told me Get you all the loving you can And I can cause I, I’m the son I’m the son, son, I’m the son, son I’m the son, son, son of a loving me?

Arriving at hotel. 20mins later

[front desk supervisor] Am so sorry but our system is down, (looks at Gloria) Gloria please give him a room and finish the check in later.

Narrator: Our first character finally checks in and sets up for the first woman who is on her way for a night of double pleasure. As the first woman arrives five minutes later and texts to find out what room to go to.

She fucked him in the tent so hard she pushed right against me [MFM]

Keith suggested camping. There was one big tent. He seemed keen to make sure Joanne was going, and Joanne seemed to be making sure I was going. It looked like all four of us guys and her were in, but by the time Saturday came, it was down to just Keith, Joanne and myself. I tried to back out but Joanne wouldn’t let me. I was curious about why. I was trying to gauge Keith on this, but I couldn’t read anything.

I was staying in a cabin outside a small town with four student friends. We were looking for summer work. Joanne, the one girl, was from Quebec. The way she talked so openly about private things made the rest of us embarrassed and she would laugh at us for it. She was so free, and years ahead of us in ways.

She wore long brown hair that hung around her shoulders like a shining curtain or a cape. She couldn’t talk without it sounding like breathy porn and she couldn’t smile without it looking like everything had a hidden sexual meaning.

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 7 [nc, rape, oral, interracial, rough, MF, Mf, mdom, cuck]

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly

Chapter 7

Terry had arrived before Stace returned from school, waiting for her at the front door.

“Don’t run, slut spawn.” He cautioned in a mild voice when Stace spied him. “And if you call the police, I’ll say you’re just a racist white girl hating on a poor black man down on his luck.”

“Get – out of here!” She stammered.

“I will. As soon as I get my due.”

“Mamma’s at work.”

“I can wait until then.” He grinned and pulled a worn, faded Rubik’s cube from his pocket.

“Get away from our door.” Stacy ordered, calming somewhat.

“Nope. I’m sticking right here, until your mamma gives what she owes me.”

Stace drew on her well tended pluck. “Don’t move.” She plucked keys from her jacket and ignored the fat black man while she unlocked the door.

“You’re as stupid as she is.” Terry pushed his way into our home, catching my daughter up in his wake. He shut the door behind him.

Stace ran to the end of the short hall. It was as far as she could get from her mother’s rapist. “Daddy! Help me!”

Soho Cinema – Pt 2 [Fantasy] [Gay] [Cinema] [Trans]

My next visit things got serious. I was sat down with my cock out in my hand I had a man either side of me and one behind and another in front. I soon was sat there with a cock in each hand. I had no control over the situation but didn’t care, and was wanking two men, the man behind me was reaching over the back of the seat and was rubbing my nipples and soon was standing behind me, his cock pushing into the side of my head. I was soon pulled out of the seat, manhandled until I was turned around, I was bent over the seat, the man forced his cock into my mouth and was holding me by the ears forcing me to suck him. the men sat either side of me were both pushing and pulling at my cock and the man who had been sat in front of me had pulled my trousers down to the floor and as I was being held over the seat he had started to caress my ass.

Soho Cinema – First Handjob From Another Man [True] [Gay] [Cinema]

I went to a cinema in Soho one lunch time while working. I was just a kid, actually I was 25 but immature, from the countryside new to the big city and quite lost amongst the more sophisticated cityfolk. I paid my money (including a membership fee, I gave a false name) and once my eyes adjusted to the dark i moved into the small cinema and found a seat about part way down.

A jewish guy soon moved next to me. He was a hasidic jew, with the hair, the hat, the long coat, the works, not the kind of person I had ever interacted with before (or indeed since) I swear this is true. I had never witnessed pornography like this. (This was the 80’s) my cock was hard in my trousers, covered by my fashionable mac. The Jewish guy soon had his hand on my knee and his own cock in his other hand. I looked straight ahead, not daring to acknowledge what was happening. Soon he was touching my hard cock through my trousers, he started trying to undo my zip, he got it down and reached in for my cock with his cold bony hand.

Teen Becomes A Sissy part 2 [Fantasy] [Sissy] [Gay] [Teenager]

I decided not to tell Carl about it, but I had decided that if I get the chance I would like to suck him and have him fuck me. We would have to find somewhere safer than the cubicle at the pool. For the next few days he could not go to the pool as his bike had a puncture.

I was quite excited to go on my own again and see what adventures I could have. So the next night, I again went to the swimming pool. All day at school my cock was hard remembering last night and thinking about what might happen that night. At the pool, I was soon changed and in the water. I had to get in the water quickly because my cock was hard and just would not go down, OK it’s not the biggest cock, but it was tenting my trunks. I was swimming just a few minutes when I had to go to the showers. I just could not resist it. I was soon stood at the showers my cock hard in my trunks in anticipation, hoping and waiting for something to happen.

Wife Get’s Fucked By A BBC and Her Husband Almost Catches Her [BBC] [Cuckold] [True Story]

A story my Wife told me last night about something that happened while she was still with her previous husband.

She had told me before about John, a black guy she was fucking. He had met her in the course of his work for a telecom company when he visited her flat in London to do some work. I haven’t got the details of their first time and how it happened yet.

My understanding of why her first marriage fell apart was because her husband, was always fucking away from home. She told me he had a comically small cock, so he may have been trying to prove something to himself.

John on the other hand had by her own words a massive long and thick cock, a real BBC stereotype. How big you ask? Well, to be honest she has never given me any measurements, all I know is that she would never let him fuck her unless she was on top, so she could control how much he pushed into her.

[MF] The time I fuckedmy brother’s ex

Disclaimer: I’ve never written one of these but have been reading for a long while and jacking off to these stories. Thought I’d give one of my more recent situations a go. Its pretty long and might make you bored but if nothing else writing this in my mind helps me rehash some good memories

When I was young about 10 years old, my brother had a girlfriend(lets call her Sarah). They were together a few years – not sure how long but long enough for me to hit puberty and develop a crush on Sarah. I’m 30 years old now so my memory is hazy on details of his and her relationship. She is probably late 30’s now or maybe even 40. These encounters happened this year maybe 2 months ago or so. I think about it everyday. Never plan on telling my brother or any of my family, as I believe my brother has moved on but my family never liked this girl.(and even though I love my parents they tend to be judgmental and hold grudges) My brother is now married to someone completely different and has 2 kids.(so he shouldnt care right? IDK – dont plan on finding out LOL)

A perfect boyfriend? [MF+][FF]

Wendy had been a student at the local college for a year. She was studying economics. It wasn’t her first choice. She would have preferred to be a math major, but she couldn’t pass the fourth trigonometry class. Her advisor had advised her to retake it, but she felt because she had earned a D- that retaking would not actually improve her grade. The fear of getting something lowing forced her to switch majors completely. Being an economics turned out to be better than she expected.

As a junior in high school Wendy had a boyfriend, Harvey, who she met at her after school job at the Target. Harvey was a senior at the private school near her school. He was a tall, decent shaped, brown hair boy. His family was not wealthy, which was odd. The private school had a minimum $15,000 deposit for students to start. Harvey was smart. Some said he could be president one day, but who doesn’t say that to a kid? Regardless the private school gave him a full ride. Within the school Harvey was one of twenty kids who got full rides. Harvey appeared to be a parent’s first choice for their child to date. He was respectful, smart, and thoughtful. But he had a secret.

How I Became an Older Woman’s Slave

You ask me how I became the sex slave of a much older woman? Honestly, I think you’re asking the wrong question, if you don’t mind me saying? What you should be asking me is how it took so long?

Because some things are more of an inevitability than a random occurrence. Like water flowing downhill or a meteorite falling to earth, the path that I found myself walking during that endless, warm summer was one that had only one destination, only one outcome. I knew it as soon as I started down that road, and I wanted nothing more than to get there.

Why it began is less important than how it began, perhaps. Some half-forgotten crisis, a youthful tragedy, a doomed romance-gone-bad with a faceless boy who played so little role in this story as to allow him to remain nameless. But the hurt of that clichéd heartbreak was very real to a nineteen year old girl, the pain almost tangible.

Enter my savior, my eventual goddess, the woman that I would come to worship and serve in equal measure. An older woman, a half-acquaintance, friend of the family and eternal subject of town gossip: Ms. Rebecca Sharp.

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