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I fucked my kid’s teacher. [FM]

So it’s been a while since I wrote one of these, but one sweet person on here inspired me to get back into it. Life is long so there’s tons of material… I chose this one because it happened quite recently, and also it seems you lovely perverts really enjoy reading about anal sex with people I really shouldn’t be fucking, so here it is.

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My older kid switched schools recently, and got a new “mentor”, which is the modern way of saying class teacher or head teacher or whatever. First impressions were quite mixed from my end. Hanna, as she’s called, is pretty much the typical timid artsy woman, with a weak voice, always dressed in muted colors, ill-fitting knits, zero makeup, and her bright orange hair in a strict ponytail. She’s the kind of person that almost blends into the wall, and I was worried she’d get run over by a bunch of boisterous pre-teens. Read more »

Period sex with DILF [FM]

This story is real and raunchy. I was unexpectedly away from the internet for a few days and this is why. A fair warning, this event took place during my “Shark Week” it’s a messy fuck, even better right?

The Dilf and I met off a popular dating app then texted for a little bit. He was such a gentleman over the phone; I couldn’t wait to meet him. While on our first date I could tell he was nervous but kept it cool. After dinner, we went out for drinks, jammed out to a cover band, and exchanged photos of our kids.

After our first date, we walked back to our cars and finally got a chance to make out. Boy, he was a great kisser! His thick beard tickled my lips every time we came together. I couldn’t get enough of him. He later told me the feeling was mutual. I wanted to ravage him right there in the parking lot but didn’t. I was on my period, the parking garage was busy, and that’s not a fun first-time fuck. Read more »

I’ve[F] always wondered how masturbation truly works since…you know…I’ve never been quite able to figure out how to make it feel good. /needed a helping hand/

I sat down in a high-backed chair and shifted, trying to ignore the warm stickiness between my thighs. Tormenting him was oddly… hot.
Biting my lip, I slowly drew my legs up so that my skirt slid up around my hips. “You could walk me through it?” I pleaded. “You wouldn’t even have to touch me…” From this vantage point, I knew he could see my panties and I stared at him evenly, wondering if my arousal had seeped through the thin material. I half-expected him to walk out on me, but I was just so curious…
He froze, his jaw dropping open ever so slightly. The room suddenly felt very warm. Flustered, he shuffled around and headed toward the kitchen. “I need a drink,” he muttered, his face tinging pink around his ears.
“No, no, wait!” I cried, cursing how strained my voice sounded. With trembling hands, I guiltily slid my skirt back down. “I didn’t mean…I-I just wanted…” Trailing off, I watched him duck into the kitchen and start opening cabinets. He was probably searching for his liquor.
Ashamed, I hesitantly rose from the chair and hugged myself around the middle. I should’ve known better than to ask such a thing – I wasn’t desirable or some curvy, buxom goddess most men dreamed of. “I’m sorry,” I feebly called. “Really, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I just…I guess I got carried away. At my age, I feel like I should know how…h-how to touch myself… I was just curious.” Moving over to the doorway, I lowered my eyes and whispered, “Nothing ever feels good in my life, so I guess I was hoping that…that maybe if you could teach me, I…I finally *you* feel good. At least for a little while.” I looked up at him and blushed. “I’m sorry,” I said again.
He pressed his forehead against the cabinet. “Наташа, you don’t need to apologize,” he reassured me with a sigh. “As tempting as your request is – and believe me, it is – you’re very young. I can’t allow you to do something you’re going to regret later on.” He moved his head from the cabinet and looked at me.
I blushed and skimmed my foot across the tile. He’d actually been…*tempted?* Biting my lip, I leaned against the doorframe and kept my gaze on the floor. “You’ve already seen me at my most vulnerable,” I countered. “If that’s what you’re worried about, you don’t have to be…nothing will ever be worse than what’s already happened.” Lifting my eyes to his, my breath hitched and I swallowed. “I’m not asking you to touch me,” I softly reminded him. “You don’t even have to look at me if you don’t want to…I just want to be instructed. I…I just need some guidance.”
Uncrossing my arms, I suddenly felt hopelessly exposed and I trembled, tensing and un-tensing my fists at my sides.
There came a pause, then he swallowed as he rasped, “Okay, just…just sit down.” He turned away from me again and pressed his forehead to the cabinet.
I was relatively surprised. I stared at him – at his taut, rigid posture as he continued to lean against the cabinet. The fact he couldn’t (wouldn’t?) look at me was confusing, but I wouldn’t question him.
“Thank you,” I mumbled, suddenly shy. Feeling the heat rush to my cheeks, I moved back over to the chair and had a seat with uneven, wobbly legs, my breath growing shallow as I once more rolled my skirt up around my hips. “Ok,” I softly told him. “I…I pulled up my skirt…what do I do now?” Shifting against the pillows, I whimpered from the slight friction against my clit. The room seemed to spin and I closed my eyes, now lifting my legs so that my heels were perched on the end of the cushion.
“There’s a spot…” He huffed, both embarrassed and bewildered as he rubbed the back of his neck. “It, uh…you’ll be able to find it at the top of…your *you.* It’s going to be sensitive, so you should start by massaging it.”
I heard the nervous twitch to his voice and looked up, glancing in his direction. Curious about this “spot,” I returned my attention back to myself and slowly, hesitantly slid my hand beneath the waistband of my panties. Almost instantly, I was greeted by a wetness that coated my fingers in a thick, sticky flow. Biting my lip, I searched for this “special spot” and jerked when I finally found it, my lower back tensing as I circled my clit with several quick, even strokes.
“Oh…” Breath catching in my throat, I reclined deeper into the cushions and sighed. My voice was soft and strained as I asked, “What do I do next?”
Perhaps this was ridiculous – I had a general idea of what to do, or rather, what my body *you* me to do – but thanks to growing up in such a strict household, I had always been too ashamed to truly explore myself.
He cleared his throat. “Now with your other hand, I want you to finger yourself,” he instructed.
His voice reached me and a shudder racked through me, my lashes bowing as he told me what I needed to do. Using my index finger to rub my clit, I cautiously tested my entrance with my free hand, gliding my fingers up and down my slit as I watched him from the corner of my eye. As naive as I was, I knew he had to still be hard…I hadn’t exactly given him time to “finish.”
With shallow breath, I arched my hips and penetrated myself, now using two fingers to pump in and out of my warm, tight space. My chest heaving and my hips writhing as my hand worked tirelessly between my legs.
“Дима…” My head tossed and I allowed your name to hang breathily in the air, almost as if I were picturing him during this wrong, sordid act. Digging my nails into the arm of the chair, I continued to rock my hips into my hand, my voice a soft rasp as I choked, “Дим, you…you can finish if…if you want to. I won’t say anything…” A stifled moan caught in my throat and I shifted, looking to him with my bright, hooded eyes. I wanted him to look at me…I didn’t know why, but I *you* it.
“N-no, I’m not going to do that,” he said. “Just…just finish up.”
Sliding down further in my seat, I felt my calf muscles cramp up every time I flicked my clit with my thumb. A sharp cry lodged in my throat and I shifted, working my fingers strongly into my heat as I heard his declination. I frowned and decided to try a new tactic.
“When I walked in on you…who were you thinking about?” A long, drawn-out sigh passed my lips and I whimpered. “I know who I’m thinking of right now…”
With sweat faintly beading my brow, I gave several rough, spirited pumps and trembled, closing my eyes as I pictured him riding me into the cold tile floor, my nails digging into his shoulders as I frantically rolled my hips into his.
Well, *you.* I had never considered myself attracted to *you*, but the warm, throbbing arousal between my legs certainly said otherwise.
“Who are *you* thinking about?”
My eyes snapped open and I looked up at him, driving my hand more strongly between my thighs. “I…” I choked, feeling a delicious pressure thrumming through my core. Eyes fluttering, I slowed the pace of my hips so I could give myself deeper, more forceful thrusts.
“Look at me,” I purred, curling my toes as a pleased hum caught in my throat. “If you want me to tell you…*look* at me…”
I beckoned to him with my eyes, my face flushing as I reached up and cupped a breast in my hand, searching and kneading as I rolled my thumb over my nipple in a slow, teasing arc.
He stood frozen for a moment. Desperate to know what I was thinking about, he turned, his cheeks flushing a healthy pink. The sight that awaited him was all too satisfying. His hard-on throbbed beneath his jeans and he slid his tongue across his lower lip. “Who are you thinking about?” he inquired once more.
With the sudden eye contact, an unexpected jolt of pleasure spasmed straight to my cunt. I throbbed around my fingers, my mouth opening in a soft, silent ‘o’ as I arched into my touch. With my skirt well above my hips I knew he could see my hand working between my thighs – I *knew* he could see everything. The thought pleased me.
His question reached me then and I whimpered, ensuring eye contact as his gaze electrified me. “Isn’t it obvious?” I asked, my voice strained and breathless. “I…I’m thinking about…” *your cock inside me* “…I want you to touch yourself. You…” I swallowed. “You deserve to finish…” Read more »

The Camgirl Part LVII: First Date [Plot]

**LVII: Liam and Blake**

**Liam**

Liam looked up from his phone toward the door when the little bell sounded. Upon seeing the top of an almost platinum-blonde head pass through, he sighed and leaned back against the corner of the snack aisle, turning his attention back to his book. The series was an old favorite he’d decided to re-read for the eighth or ninth time, though it would only be his third time reading the full series, as the final book had come out only 2 years past. He didn’t think he’d stayed up till 5 AM reading a new book since then.

“Okay, I know I took a little while, but I definitely didn’t take long enough for you to start reading and completely ignore me.”

Liam blinked at Blake’s voice. He hadn’t heard anyone else come in after the blonde. When Liam turned around to face his friend, his eyes almost popped out of his head.

Blake was the blonde.

Shining, white-blonde ringlets fell down past Blake’s shoulders, covering a sleek, dark-red leather jacket. Dark gloves and a scarf helped cover her hands and neck, and tight, dark-washed jeans encased her legs. She smirked at him, smoothing some of the ringlets out of her face, “I’ll take that to mean I made the right choice.” Read more »

Peter Parker x Aunt May part 1

Peter’s day was not going well. He got his first F he’d ever gotten in school today. Class ended and Peter saw MJ in the hall by herself. Peter dreamt of this moment for years and now was his chance. They could go out and have a nice meal, maybe go out on the town, just the two of them.

“Hey Pete what’re you looking at?” Ned abruptly asked.

Peter was caught off guard by Ned’s sudden appearance. His spider sense was acting odd recently.

“Dude shut up!” Peter quietly shouted.

“Oh you’re still stalking MJ?”
“Yes, no, kind of just… I don’t know what to say,” Peter stuttered.

“Just say what you feel.”

“I can’t do that!”

“Why, what’s the worst that can happen?”

“Well…”

“Also Flash is going to ask her to prom so you might want to beat him to the chase.”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Yeah, so get your move on.”

“What do I say?”

“Say that you wanna web her up,” Ned held back his immature laugh. Read more »

Finally went to a glory hole (female)

I am so exited to share this story as I can not tell anyone I know .

So the thought of a glory hole always got me wet. It was probably one of the first porns I have ever watched. It always got me going . The thought of fucking a stranger without any strings attached or even knowing who they were just enjoying a good dick . Wow . This was always just a fantasy of mine . Until now at 27 . Read more »

Straight A Student (FM)

All of my fantasies are control based. Even when I was in middle school, I was having dreams of being gangbanged… But I had no idea what sex actually was so I just pictured all these big guys crowding me and touching me and doing things I couldn’t see in my dream. It was like watching it from a third person perspective and I had this dream multiple times, always crying and whimpering, pleading for them to stop. But I was curious and I still am. Definitely something for the future haha. But the real story I wanna share is my teacher dreams. I always dream about studying late at a library when my professor sits down next to me. He’s an older gentleman, half bald and maybe some white hair. Typically has round spectacles to perfect that “wise old professor” look. I’m half asleep at the table, unable to figure out what in the world I’m reading. He looms over me, naturally being about half a foot taller than me, but even more with me seated. He asks if I need some help with a passage I’m trying to decipher and I agree. Otherwise I was never going to get out of that library. He sits to my left, and scooches close before leaning over. We go through a couple sentences of the reading as I glance at him through my downward gaze, basically giving sad bambi eyes and looking through my lashes. After a couple minutes of soft conversation about how the author’s tone changes throughout the first couple paragraphs, I almost jump in my seat because I feel a warm hand on my thigh. I wasn’t sure how to react. What was this? I glanced down at the hand, then up at the professor in shock. Obviously I’m the bitch who wears skirts and knee high socks with boots, so this is bare skin and it makes my heart jump. I always feel my face get warm and my heartbeat pounds in my ears. I giggle and feel my pussy come alive. It’s hard to describe what being turned on feels like in my pussy. It’s not instant wetness, not a physical twitch or pulse. More of like a soft clench, barely noticeable but enough to make me know “This is pleasure.” It’s not inside or outside the vagina but it’s like my pussy itself is receiving a pet. Just this internal feeling of “oh god I’m going under.” Hard to explain. At this point I’m so focused on this warm hand resting on my skin that I forget to talk, breathe, blink, exist. I’m in a world of feeling and it’s driving me mad. I stutter and give a slight cough, my cheeks coloring as I continue to work. I see him smile and watch me as I continue to read the sentence out loud for the two of us. After light discussion, with much breathlessness on my end from an overwhelming sense of anticipation and excitement, I start to scribble down an interpretation of the paragraph. As I write, I feel his hand twitch slight, and apply more pressure. My mouth gapes slightly and m hand trembles as he grips the middle of my thigh. His large hand circles most of my small thigh and the pressure and dominance of the action makes me quiver. I gulp loudly and can barely concentrate on writing through my lust for affection and the older man who so willingly was giving me what I wanted. Needed. He just took what he wanted and it made me shiver. He released his grip and started to slide his hand up my thigh, whispering, “Now what were you writing down, doll?” My pussy truly sprang to life as his thick voice swirled in my brain, barely being comprehendable among my emotions. I felt my tongue fall onto my lips, unable to speak and my pussy pulsed and ebbed, springing to life and half ready to take this man’s sperm and make it a baby. It was a foolish thought that lasted half a second but it made me blush. His hand reached the simple lace panties I wore and he chuckled in my ear as he noticed the dampness. I felt his warm breath on my neck and could smell the faint metallic and woodsy cologne he wore. I felt paralyzed, unable to function under this man’s aura. But as quickly as his hand had come, it left, leaving my thighs cold and lonely. I looked down at my lap, both in disbelief that this had just occurred, and disappointment that it had ended. My voice cracked as I gathered myself and started to read what I had written. My mind was racing. Was he interested in me? Did he want me? What was this? This was wrong. But why did I want it so bad? He gave me a small smirk and sat quietly before telling me, “You were always a very smart girl Katerina.” He stood up, but my eyes couldn’t follow as I stared at the book, my breathing still heavy. I thank him for his compliments and push my hands against my skirt, trying to relieve some of the aching I felt below. Slowly I bring my gaze to meet his and watch as his eyes flick to my hands before going back to mine and speaking some more. He spoke with a small smile teasing on his lips while his glasses rested low on his nose. “Would you like to review the second part of the assignment in my office?” Read more »

My first lesbian experience.

I have always considered myself “straight” . I was never particularly interested in women but I sure did prefer women over men when watching porn and thats as far as it gets . I have always dated men . Only ever slept with men .
Anyway this happened just 3 nights ago I am now 26 years old now and I met this friend of mine who we will call Kimberly when we were in high school we instantly became friends and have been close ever since . Granted we dont see each other as often as we used to due to us having full time jobs. But the other night Kims boyfriend was going to be working late so she invited me over to relax and catch up . I always found Kim beautiful as most of my women friends are i would say. But upon arrival this time when she opened her apartment door I couldn’t help but notice how stunning she looked it was a different kind of attraction she looked sexy . She was wearing a tight top that made her perfect boobs create the best cleavage ,I wish my boobs looked like that . You could even see her nipple piercings that I remember her getting but never saw peeping through her tight top at the bottom she was wearing black tights that showed her camel toe a bit along with her amazing curves i never noticed how curvy she was .. i always just thought of her as thin but those curves wow. Anyway i gave her a hug feeling our breasts touch . We went on as normal had a great time I couldn’t stop looking at her breasts though so perfect and her shirt was sooo tight i just wanted to make those nipples a little harder . Every time she lughed they giggled a bit I loved it . I was trying so hard to concentrate on our catching up and felt a little guilty for looking at her that way . Anyways it was time to change into something more comfortable. She went into her room to change and I could see her from the living room where I was changing and I could see her she hadn’t closed the door fully . I was in awe I couldn’t stop staring . She was to the side so it was hard to see her fully she took off her shirt and her amazing tits bounced out and rested exactly where they were when she had her shirt on perfectly round and perky I wanted to have them and i wanted to suck on them . She moved a little and i saw her pussy was fully hairless like she just shaved knowing she was going to be sleeping with someone I thought to myself. Then felt stupid because of course she was probably planning to sleep with her boyfriend. I looked away she finished changing and invited me to her room where we would watch a movie instead of sitting in the living room. I swear she was teasing me my pussy was already so wet from earlier but now she was wearing a TIGHT WHITE TOP and tight soft grey leggings so you saw again her amazing tits fully , and her v shape between her legs. My pussy was throbbing by this point. She was acting normal of course she doesn’t expect me to be gushing over her . I felt so guilty . We get into bed and she sits right next to me thigh to thigh. We watched a few movies and we spoke and had a good time like we normally would. We had moved to a laying down position over time and I was slowly falling asleep while a movie still played . I could feel Kims body against my back , was she moving i thought to myself ? In to a big spoon position? No it couldn’t be I was just hoping but it was impossible i thought . I feel a little more into a slumber when I really felt her whole body against mine . Shes sleeping I thought . I could feel her breasts against my back , my pussy got instantly wet. I couldn’t tell if I was half asleep but I felt her hand go under my shirt and up my stomach it woke me straight up ! But i stayed put . I felt her hand go all the way up my shirt and start touching my nipples . She was brushing them i felt all the blood in my body go to my face. My nipples were never so hard it felt sooo good i could feel my pussy juices dripping down my lips at this point . I wasn’t sure if I should continue to pretend to sleep . So i did for about 5 minutes but I couldn’t take it anymore it felt SO GOOD I turned over and started kissing her her lips were so soft unlike any mans I had ever experienced. She continued to play with my breasts and told me how amazing they were . And she knew i had been looking at hers all night . I took off her shirt to expose her perfect tits I couldn’t believe it I could finally touch them i played with her nipples and she moaned like crazy I put them in my mouth and she moaned even harder . Her nipples were so hard . I was never so exited in my life . We sucked on each-others nipples and made out for a while then I noticed that through her grey pants I could see her pussy was dripping . I was nervous I had never been with a girl before. But it was like second nature I took off her tights to expose her perfectly shaved pussy. She said me first and threw me down ans pulled off my tights to expose my pussy . It was never soo wet before. She put her lips on my clit and I literally had never felt anything better . Her soft fluffy lips on my clit made me scream she ate me soo good i never been eaten like that . When it was my turn i was so scared but i was soo turned on that i guess that helped me make her cum 3 times . We ate each other for what didn’t feel like it but was 2 hours . We heard her boyfriend unlocking the apartment door ans scrambled and got up to greet him her mouth still with my pussy juices on it kissed him . We all spoke a little and they just asked me to spend the night and that i could sleep in the spare bedroom. She squeezed my hand and my legs were already so weak from the amazing sex that i just wanted to collapse into a bed so i agreed. I was in bed it was about 4 am when she slowly came into my room and into the bed with me told me to be quiet and kissed me we went at it again trying to be super quiet because her bf was sleeping . This was hands down the best sex I have ever had . We have not spoken much since and idk what it will be like now but I just needed to share this . I literally touch myself to the thought of her perfect lips on my nipples .

We finally meet

Hello! Just to set the story, I was talking to a girl that I met on Reddit and this is a kind of report of what happened.

We just exchanged phone numbers on Reddit , your phone ring, new text message :
Be at 11 at Alexandra garden.

You’re looking at your watch it’s 9 and you know that you only need few minutes by walking to join the location. You decide to have a shower and have a look on what you could wear as you’re naughty. You pick a black see-trough top and a short of the same color, then you pick your favorites high heels and you star at yourself in the mirror.
“GOD I look sexy af like this” your starting to feel some excitation coming.
Your sitting back on your bed take your phone and reply “ will be there. Should I wear my buttplug?”
2 minutes later it rings again:
“If you’re having it I’m gonna start by this hole without even saying hello”
You’re now feeling warm,you’re grabbing a plug and rub it around your clit. When it’s wet enough you’re putting it in front of your little hole and push it with moaning.
It fills you and you feel good but, deeply in your mind you know that you would prefer the cock of the stranger you met few days ago. You also know that later it’s gonna happen. A new look at your phone let you know that you have a few minutes left at home. You’re sending me a picture of what you have between your cheeks and you left your flat to go out. Read more »