Close Teacher part 4 [Some Incest]

Part 4

“Where’s Tiffany?” Amy asks.

My head immediately perks up at the sound of her name. I answer, “I’ll go look for her.”

“Thanks Bree. You know where she is?”

“I have an idea.”

I know where she is: she’s going to talk and flirt with Mr. Reynolds. On my way to Mr. Reynolds’ class, I pass by our principal. “Hi, Ms. Powers.”

“Hello… there.”

“It’s Bree.”

“Yes, hi Bree. How’s the cheer coming along for tomorrow’s assembly?”

“Going good, would be going better with our captain showing up on time. Have you seen Tiffany?”

“Nope, haven’t seen her. If you do run into her, could you let her know I want to give her a schedule for tomorrow’s assembly?”

Oh sure, Tiffany you remember. “Or you could give it to me, and I’ll make sure she gets it.”

“Actually, I wanted her to stop by my office as well.”
“Okay, Ms. Powers. I’ll let her know.”

“Thank you … Bree is it?”

“Bree it is.” Eh, she’ll forget it by tomorrow.

Dolly Molly [FF, MC, Mast, Fetish]

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Halle was pretty pissed off at her boss, that morning. She’d taken the job as her executive assistant under the belief that she ran an Internet hosting service for small businesses. She’d thought the name Halle House Inc. had stood for empowerment of independent women. Well, it turns out that pretty much all of the business were run by independent women, all right, but most of them were porn sites, escort services, strip clubs, and sex toy stores. Halle House Inc. made most of its money from exploitation and degradation and she’d only found out a few days before. She would have stormed out right then and there but she needed the job, at least until she could find another, and she hadn’t been able to find one.

So there she was running to the boss’s house early in the morning to drop off her dry cleaning on her way to the office, and fuming over it terribly. She was furious, frankly, that a woman who ran an electrical smut-shop clearinghouse could live in a neighborhood like this, surrounded by green lawns, big mansions, swimming pools, and expensive cars. She had half a mind to tell her neighbors what her lying slut of a boss did for a living.

A long night with my lover. MF, oral, teasing

I will be jumping more or less right into it. Everyone involved is well over 18.
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I had seen a few exciting things while fooling around online, nothing overt or graphic, but the way my mind is wired I was left turning them over and over all day. The day ahead suddenly seemed to be very long and all I wanted to do was skip right to the bedroom and end the night early. But I had to wait, had to be good for a while, and had to wait out the clock. So when it finally came time to come to bed, I wasn’t exactly tired. I waited until she finished making the bed for us to sleep in and I threw myself down, pulling her on top of me. I reached up and grabbed her hair to pull her lips to mine.

With my free hand I took advantage of the sudden position to explore her body, enjoying her stunned reaction at the turn of the night’s events. I thought of when we started dating, when I wasn’t allowed to grab her butt or breasts, for modesty’ sake, and thought about how electric that made the night to never quite get what you want, and I wanted to pretend I was under the same restrictions to draw the evening out. I wanted to make her need me like I needed her at that moment.

The Apple of Eden [OC]

In my house we never locked the bathroom door. We, in fact, didn’t even have the keys anymore, my mother took them away when we were young and now it’s just a fact of life that the bathroom is not being locked. We just trust each other to not enter the bathroom when it’s closed. We are no savages after all.

I was 3 years older than my sister, Anastasia. While I was studying Medicine in Athens (our city), she was studying educational sciences, in order to be a teacher -her passion-, in a small Greek island.

However, due to the COVID crisis, she came back and since the exams were done via the internet, she stayed here in our childhood house for an indefinite amount of time.
I always liked my little sister. She was I guess cute, funny, and clever. We did everything together. She was what would describe as a tomboy, I guess. But, I hadn’t really seen her enough during the past years, and I almost forgot about her existence. I only saw her during the holidays, and she was always outside with her friends, and her new boyfriend. But, even I could tell that she had grown since our childhood years. She got taller, of course, but she is also became more mature. She loved children, and her body -you could tell- was ready to host some little devils inside her. Her breast got incredibly big (almost with an absurd growth rate), and her hips to waist ratio made her look ripe and ready for her future maternal role.

Test Relief [MF, handjob, casual]

I set my backpack down on an empty seat. I was the first one there, as usual, alone and with plenty of time to review for the final exam. I checked that I had everything I’d need, sat down, took out a notebook, and began to read. The minutes passed and my confidence grew. I checked the clock. Not much longer to go. I decided to use the restroom now so I could come back and focus until the test began
I left my materials behind and went to the bathroom. I opened the door and froze.

Jackie was in the room.

Jackie was not in her clothes.

She was just beginning to slide a pair of black and red panties up her long, pale legs as I entered, the slip of fabric around her thighs, her lithe limbs guiding my eyes up to a reddish-orange bush, the jewel in the middle of her wide, womanly hips. Her stomach was flat and toned. Her full, heavy, milky-white breasts lay bare before me, hanging pendulously, tipped with deliciously pink nipples, decorated with freckles. Her collarbones stood out strongly below a slender neck that led up to her face, now looking at me, realizing she wasn’t alone. Her eyes went wide as her jaw dropped, her fiery tresses cascading down her shoulders. Her cheeks already smoldered, flushing deep crimson.

Ben and his hotwife [mmf]

A few years ago I met a guy on reddit (Ben) who loved posting pictures of his wife (Michelle), a stunning hot chinese girl who had an incredibly good body and was teasing him about still fucking her ex.

As we continued to speak I was asking Ben about Bulls fucking Michelle and he said he had always wanted it but his wife had never said yes. She always wanted to fuck the ex because he was well hung, had huge loads and would fuck her 4 or 5 time’s in a session.

As time went on and she posted more and more incredible videos of her ex fucking her and cumming all over her and I started to plan with Ben of how we could get her to enjoy the bulls and be shared by more guys

Ben and the ex new each other quite well and the ex was going on a trip soon so the husband and I put our plan to work, with the ex fully aware and keen to see Michelle being shared out more. A few days before he left Ben saved my number on Michelle’s phone with the ex’s name and his picture and I messaged her saying that I had a new number whilst pretending to be the ex.

My Vacation Fling with my “Stepmom”, part 5 (Final) [MF]

(Part one can be found here: /r/gonewildstories/comments/hragsd/my_vacation_fling_with_my_stepmom_part_1_mf/ – link to the next part are at the bottom of each post)

The day we were due to fly back home to the East Coast the weather took a turn. Gone were the golden summer days, instead it was wet and miserable. It matched my mood. Usually the sadness of saying goodbye to my dad was balanced out with getting to see my mom again, but this time I knew I was also saying goodbye to a sex-fuelled week with Ana. I did hope for the morning that our flight might be delay a day due to the weather, but in the end, it wasn’t. I had one more morning with Ana until next time.

When I woke up, I immediately hopped out of bed in the hope that perhaps only Ana would be up. I could hear a shower running and I briefly considered seeing if the door was unlocked in case it was her. Fortunately my brain won out over my cock and I didn’t. When I walked into the kitchen, Ana was there, staring blankly at the wall with a cup of coffee. I remember that I thought then that Ana was feeling how I was, devastated to be parted, like she had fallen for an 18 year old idiot like me.

Used on the Counter [MF | Mdom | FPOV] [OC]

I have just woken, and my mind is still sleepy. I’m standing in the kitchen when he approaches me from behind silently. I didn’t know he was up yet. Firmly, he grabs both of my arms just above the elbows and pulls me in closer to him, squeezing my arms together behind me and forcing my chest forward. My back arches. He nuzzles my neck, tickling me with his beard. And then he kisses me just behind the ear so my whole body shivers. He lingers to breathe on the area that has been moistened by his kisses.

“Mmm,” I mumble through shallow breaths. Parts of me are waking up that I didn’t expect yet today. I feel against my shapely ass that a part of him has been awake for some time now. It’s nearly tucked into my ass through our clothes. He pushes his hips into me, squishing his length up between my cheeks.

He slides his right hand up my back slowly to the nape of my neck and then suddenly, forcefully grabs a fistful of my hair. The motion yanks my head back and I gasp. I feel his grip on my left arm tighten. My eyes roll back. He bites me where my neck and shoulder meet. I’m ready to melt into his hands. I will do whatever he wants.

Across the Courtyard – Part 1 (FM)

*Note: This is my very first attempt at erotic literature. Would love feedback. I have been reading for years and finally wanted to give this a try. Hope you enjoy the first part of this series!*

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The cardboard pressed against my face as I struggled to hold both moving boxes and reach for the “UP” elevator button. Glancing the faint red glow I was happy to see that I had successfully pushed the button but could feel the boxes growing heavier. Finally the ding of the elevator opening signaled that I was getting closer to getting these heavy boxes into my new apartment. Walking into the elevator I then tried to push an even smaller button for the fifth floor. By now the boxes were feeling heavier and I wasn’t able to pull a hand away, having to resort to elbowing for the button. After a few moments of fumbling the doors closed and the elevator took off for another floor other than mine. Too stubborn to set the boxes down I kept fumbling until the elevator came to a stop on the sixth floor. I turned around as the doors opened to a woman of average height, beautiful brown hair, an athletic physique and a badass looking denim jacket. “Oh, do you need a hand?”