MILF thirsting for your cock in the Cafe [MF]

You’re in a line at a Cafe, waiting to place your order…

I’m standing right in front of you, close enough for my perfume to fill your nose. You can smell my well-dressed, wavy hair too. The scents go straight to your cock, getting it a bit hard.

The scent isn’t enough to make it fully hard though, as it’ll soon be…

You look down, and you check out how my ass is almost bursting through the tight jeans I’m wearing. My ass cheeks look as if they’re begging to be free.

And that makes you harder…

Your mind wanders. You think about how you’d slap my ass cheeks hard with both hands and squeeze them hard, as if marking that they’re yours for the taking.

You think about how you’d set these plump ass cheeks free. You’d rip my jeans off right here and reveal them for everyone to admire, but only you would get to play with them, to squeeze them, and most importantly, to slide your cock between them.

Your cock grows harder and harder…

I thought I [M] was straight, then I used a young twink [M] as a cum dump [MM]

I had been coming to this college apartment and letting this 20-year-old kid swallow my cock once or twice a week for about a month, and for the last two weeks he had been begging me to fuck him.

Up till this point I had considered myself a straight guy who used men for oral sex during a dry spell (Grindr, plus living near a college campus, made it so easy), but the kid had a cute ass and was submissive in a way that made me want to penetrate him, to use him for my pleasure like he begged me to.

He let me into his apartment wearing only a towel around his waist, which was perfect, when I’m there to fuck, I like to get right to it, no bullshit small talk. He understood this, which was another reason why I kept coming back. My routine was simple: I would come over, we would share a joint, then while I finished the joint he would move his head to my lap and suck my cock like it contained the cure for cancer, I would cum down his throat then be out the door before he got himself back together. It was a perfect arrangement.

Wild Week chapter 14 part 2 (family orgy)

Gayla and Billy froze, heads turning fearfully toward their husband and father. It took a moment for Gayla to realize what she was seeing. A head was bobbing up and down over Bill’s groin, long dark hair hanging down, obscuring the face. Finally it dawned on her. “Brie?” she whispered, shocked. “What are you doing?”

Brianna paused, raising her head. She looked at Mama and answered in the same whisper, “I’m doing what you’re doing.” Then her eyes shifted to Billy’s face and she said, “I wanna be fucked, too.”

“I thought you were a virgin,” Billy whispered to her.

“I am,” she said. “I want Daddy to be my first.” Then, flipping her hair back defiantly, she lowered her mouth once again to her father’s erect prick, keeping her eyes on them. Billy’s eyes widened for a moment at the sight, then he grinned and began humping his mother with renewed vigor.

Gayla knew she shouldn’t allow this to happen. She wanted to make Brianna stop, but what could she say in her present position? And her son’s driving cock wouldn’t allow her to think, spreading her open so nicely, pushing her once again toward the brink of the orgasm that had been approaching before they were interrupted.

My First Time [MF] – unprotected with a girl I met online

True Story:

Natalie (Natty) and I had been talking online for a while. Most of our conversations started off as innocent chit chat but eventually turned dirty.

After a few weeks we arranged to meet up for a coffee. The date was going really well and we were getting on like a house on fire so we decided to go and see a movie. We spent the entire two hours of the movie making out in one of the back rows – such a cliché!

The following weekend my parents were going away. I told Natty that I’d be on my own all weekend. She thought about it for a while and then asked if she could come to stay on Friday and Saturday night. Obviously I jumped at the chance to have this hot girl stay over for a couple of nights and said yes immediately!

Natty told her parents she was staying at a friend’s house, but told her sister the truth. We both decided beforehand to agree some ground rules. Most importantly: No sex because it was only our 2nd date!

Friday seemed to take forever to arrive!

[B/s] [Incest] [Fiction] Sister’s Helping Hand – Chapter 01 – Sis Helps My Anxiety

I didn’t know why I felt this way.

But when I try to hit on a girl, I freak out. My stomach tenses up into knots and my throat goes dry and raspy. Every time, without fail, when I see a girl I find attractive, it happens.

I’m 18 and I wouldn’t say I’m particularly ugly. I’m not a model or anything, but I get plenty of looks from girls around campus. I play a lot of sports and hope to jump into uni on a football scholarship.

But that damn vee card… I know it’s not a big deal, most guys are still virgins at my age. Well, if you consider 12% of guys. I read that somewhere.

The problem was, all my mates are testosterone filled males. Every one of them are in their prime, shagging girls left, right and center. I love the game, but sometimes the teasing can be infuriating.

I was about to leave college, after the last class of the day finished.

I rounded the corner and bumped into a lock of long, blonde hair.

[MF] The first time I [M26]fucked a mature woman

Myself and I, like so many other young men – have a thing for mature women. I believe I’d say I have a fetish for it. When this incident occoured, I was 20 years old. The women who fullfilled my biggest fantasy, was closer to 50 years old. I don’t remember exactly how old she was at the time.

At this point in my life, I had wanted this fantasy to come true for so fucking long. I had a profile at a forum, where people could place adds for sex. This forum was also a site where men, women and couples could post pictures, and have discussions about sex.

I was a 20 years old and enlisted in my countrys armed forces. I found a profile that was living just one hour away from where I was stationed. This women, who had a profilename which included the word «cougar», posted ads on the forum every now and then.

She described herself as a mature woman in her forties, who loved to get creampied by men under the age of 25. When I found her profile, I just couldn’t help it, and I sent her a message.

Tangled Up Puppet (part two) [incest] [Father/Daughter, Father/Daughter, Daughter/Daughter (not sisters)] [Group contact] [Cunnilingus- Father/Daughter and Daughter/Daughter] [Fisting – FF] [Anal] [Recording] [virginity]

Her breasts weren’t as large as Izzy’s but her body shape was similar. Slender waist and softly rounded hips and ass. Cora’s thighs were thicker than Izzy’s but she was also about three inches shorter. Cora was biting her lip, looking from me back to the television and rubbing the shaft of my cock.

“You’re sure about this?” I asked.

She nodded and turned her attention back to the doorway, “But I want them to see?” She said, a very questioning tone to her voice.

“You want Terry and Izzy to watch me and you together?” I asked.

She nodded again.

I took my clothes off and carried them with me as I led my daughter back down to the living room. Izzy and Terry were on the couch with Izzy’s feet spread wide and her head tipped back onto her father’s shoulder. Terry was grunting as he thrust up into Izzy, her tits were held still by her own hands groping them. As we came around the side of the couch, I could see Terry’s fingers in his daughter’s cunt, his dick deep inside of her ass.

[MF] An unexpected twist that I still think about today

When you sit down and think about everything that has happened in your life, you get them moments where you think “what could of been” and this story really is about one of these situations.

I had known Sara for many years, we had gone through school and college together. She was a attractive, medium height, good body, gorgeous eyes and huge boobs. I had spent many of a night thinking about her, it was weird, i had never wanted a relationship with her, i just needed to see more or do something with her once to satisfy me. The big issue with Sara was she was in a relationship with a close friend group, a relationship that went on for near enough 7 years with its mini break up’s in between. It was far from a healthy relationship but they always seemed to get back together one way or another.

Between the age of 18 and 22, I would say there was 4 key moments that stand out to me between myself and Sara aside from the little bit of flirting here and there. So I will describe them below.

**Key Moment 1 – The Kiss**

Sex Wizards: Initiation [F/M] [Femdom] [Bondage] [Fantasy]

Welcome! This story exists because an idea about a kink based magic system gained a mind of its own. If you want to skip to the juicy bits, skip to the #.

Abjuration (magic that blocks, banishes or protects)

Conjuration (magic that produces out of thin air)

Divination (magic that gains the truth about the past, present, future)

Enchantment (magic that can entrance or beguile others)

Evocation (magic that manipulates and taps into energy forces)

Illusion (magic that controls and manipulates the senses)

Transmutation (magic that modifies matter)

Corpimancy (magic of life, death and healing)

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Crux

It’s taken me four full weeks to reach the wizard’s towers in Straetham.

*Four full weeks* of soggy mountain passes and wetlands. Of being crisped by the spring sun, eaten by mosquitoes and leeches, and nipped by the meanest horse south of Airedale. The sketchy caravan I hitched a ride with managed to get me here though they bled me of every last red cent in the process.

I must be out of my godsdamned mind.

The Story of J – Ch. 1 – Awakening – Chapter 1 Continued….

She could feel his bulge against her belly. They stood between the cars with their mouths locked and his hands exploring every one of her curves. He pulled his head back, her body tight to his. He took the bottle from off the top of her car and put it to her lips. With one move, she opened her mouth, pushing her tongue forward, as he poured it in.

He smiled. Pulled it away and put it to his, spilling some. She tiptoed up to lick it off his chin. He bent, his mouth meeting hers. She pulled away, bending her head back, opening her mouth, jutting out her tongue, fawning for more.

This time he made sure to pour it straight down. After the third big slug she choked, spraying bourbon up into the air. Coughing, she bent forward.

“Hold it in,” he ordered. “I know you can.”

She looked up at him, tears streaming from her eyes, laughing.

“You bastard,” she said laughing. He laughed with her. She burped.

“Now that’s what I wanted to hear, he said. “The delicate words of a fine gentile young southern lady.”