My roommate Erin is a cute little lesbian. She's like 5'2", blonde, nice b tits and a fat ass. She constantly drives me crazy by walking around the house in her underwear. We have a good friendship though, and we talk about sex a lot. She mentioned one time that she has a fantasy for watching a straight couple fuck. Yup. Onward.
Tag: Straight
Fucked the young milf who sucked me off for fitting a washing machine
Here is the first part of the story
After the amazing blowjob from Amy we had been sexting back an forth by the time the weekend arrived I was dying to get round there and fuck her brains out!
So friday night arrives, I get to her house for 8ish, when I knock on she let me in but was hiding behind the door. as soon as the door was closed I saw why! Amy was wearing the hottest outfit , she had stockings an suspenders on, no knickers, with a red an black corset that her tits were just pouring out of, her hair done in pig tails ! She looking fucking smoking an my cock already starting to twitch at the mere sight of her.
Interface [MF][Sci-fi][Disability]
Zack blinked as the sun beamed into his eyes. He just woke up, but his mind was racing.
Angie was visiting today for the first time. Zack was excited, but since he had a crush on her for what felt like the entire year he knew her, he wasn’t sure if it’d be the perfect way to disappoint himself. He’d wish the entire time she was more than a friend. Whatever that meant – his friendship was never clear to him. To him, it wasn’t a regular friendship. But to Angie, it was clear: the two of them were friends who hung out, and she flat out told him she wasn’t interested in more than that.
A humming noise came from the east side of his room. It wasn’t like the digital atmospheric sound when transitioning between cyberspace server domains. That was Zack’s real world. The humming here was fake, a manufactured piece of a reality that arbitrarily made him into a conscious ragdoll. The Servers were authentic for him – he had infinite potential inside as a pattern of bits.
My hot Internet stalker
Her name was Gina. Her family moved here from Bosnia when she was young. Gina was a bombshell. 5'4", perky D cups and a bubble butt that she squeezed into booty shorts. She was my stalker back when MySpace was popular. I'd get messages from her the moment I came online. Somehow she found my messenger account too. I ignored her, she lived five states away. Besides, she was a crazy stalker right?
I started talking to her out of curiosity. I was surprised how well we got along. We had a lot of similar interests and she was crazy about me. Thinking back it sounds stupid but she convinced me to come out to see her. I bought a ticket on a greyhound bus and told my friends id be back in two weeks.
I had no idea what I was doing. There could be a serial killer waiting in Chicago for me. I wanted to believe that she was real. I had a head full of provocative pictures she had sent me. Laying in bed wearing just her panties, barely wrapped around the curves of her butt. Just out of the shower, a towel hanging loosely from her nipples. Her hands down her pants, my name written on her chest.
[serial MF nc timestop] Jake part XXIII – Fallen
The rest of the party went pretty smoothly. Dave kept finding excuses to stand up, probably hoping that time would stop again. Jenny and Brian eventually came back to the head table, both looking a little tired. Jake checked between moments and was amused to see Brian’s cum dripping out of Jenny’s pussy. It had certainly been a busy evening for her womb.
Lauren, getting a little silly from the screwdrivers that Jake kept doubling without telling her, insisted that he slow-dance with her. He was a perfect gentleman, but there was no way that she didn’t notice how hard he was with her hips pressed against him. She didn’t say anything, but she knew.
Then again, Jake thought, who wouldn’t be? If anything she should take it as a compliment.
After the dance she realized her dress was hanging low in the front. “Whoops!” she said with a giggle, pulling it back up into place. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s up with this dress tonight.”
Jake chuckled. “I’m sure nobody noticed. And anyone who did, well… we don’t mind.”
Lauren scoffed and punched Jake’s arm, then ran her hand down it. “Shut up, jerk,” she said.
The hall was starting to clear out. Jake took one last look around in stopped-time, taking some pictures of IDs so he could follow up with Brian and Jenny later. After some thought, he also took details for Julie and the chubbier maid of honor. Julie was too adorable to lose track of and Dave might bear some watching. As for the other girl, Jake just sort of liked her titties.
It took him a while to find the gothy girl with the butt-plug, but eventually Jake located her in a mens’ room stall, in the middle of taking what looked like a pretty hard fuck from behind in one hole while her other was still plugged. Jake opened her purse and snapped her ID too, if just because it’s good to know a girl who likes to party.
Returning to Lauren, he put his arm around her waist. “You’re drunk,” he said. “Someone ought to put you to bed.”
“You’re drunker,” Lauren countered with a grin. “What’s that mean for you?”
Jake scoffed. “You never could hold a half-dozen drinks. I’ll call us a cab.”
Girlfriend (19) had an adventure at the bar and brought it home. FFM without me then MFM with me. picture included
Hey guys. So I'm going to share soemthing that happened to me couole weekends ago. But first here us a little background. So I'm 21 and my girlfriend (Megan)19. I recently found out that I like to share my girlfriend and that it turns me on a lot. The quick story on how that happened was I was hanging out with Megan one day while we were looking at pictures on here phone (she has thousands) and we came across 3 pictures that she completely forgot she had. the first picture was her on her knees with a massive cock in her mouth. Looking straight I to the camera pov style. Something much like this http://imgur.com/BBniQ2h . She was 17 at the time of the photo and I was amazed at how big this guy was. Had to be atleast 8-9 inched and a pretty good girth too. That was her ex boyfriend. As soon as we swiped to thay photo she quickly apologized and told me she forgot about it and was about to delete it when I stopped her and I asked to take a look. She was like "you really wanna see?" At that point I was hard as a rock and there was no turning in me back. I proceed with a yes. And she showed me and I asked if she had any more and she looked quickly and found two more. The other two was her in the doggy style position with his cock half way in her pussy and again it was a pov style photo. The third was the most dirty one in my opinion. She it was a picture of her laying on her stomach with cum all over her ass and a little on her back. She took quick note of my massive erections at this point. I remmeber her saying "omg your hard as a rock you find this hot?" And I admitted slowly but surely that was true . And from thay point on. Over the next few months when I got hang jobs she would include dirty talk about fucking other guys and I was loving it. Now back to the main story.
I Taught His Girlfriend A Lesson [bi] [mf] [ff] [bd]
His girlfriend was already in bed. After good food and a few too many great drinks, 10:30 P.M. seemed early to me. We'd snuck off a few times earlier in the evening to touch and kiss, but I wanted more. A lot more, in fact. The warm buzz from the night's drinks turned to lust and bravery. I wanted to teach his girlfriend a lesson. She never kept him satisfied or even made an effort, and here we were in their living room, ready to ravage each other at any moment. I was hungry to please him. He made me feel brave and sexy and loved and I couldn't imagine how his girl, whom he chose to spend his life with, could be so selfish and ignore his needs, especially when he catered to her every desire.
Sebastian D’Anconia’s Story (M/F) part 1, long
Out of the blue, I get a call the Friday of Labor day weekend. A number I haven’t seen in a long time. The thought paralyzes me for a moment.
Its been two years, but with someone like her.. the emotional charge her name popping up on my phone will not fail to affect. In a moment, the myriad of emotions swept over me. Surprise, fear, longing… I pick up as if controlled by someone else. Hers was a call that I could not ignore. I felt a prick of annoyance that someone could such a profound effect on me without saying a word.
I answer cautiously, and it turns out she’s visiting in town, and wants to see if I would get a drink. It’s been a long time and despite my emotions, I feel over her and fine, and in fact recently got out of a bad relationship, so I said fuck it, let's go.
(F) wanna go running with (m)e?
Hello reddit users. I recently stumbled upon my own gonewildstorie and really wanted to tell someone so here it is. Sexy part at **** I am 18 5'6 brown hair muscular buildish. I like running. Hell I love running. just go out and run to clear my mind, there is nothing better.
The summer was approaching me and my friends, some had plans to go to camp but some had no plans ( I had none). The people who had no plans included laura and my best friend matt. We starting stressing out about what we would do all summer (our past before college) so I suggested we do a running group. They loved it. Now we at least had something to look forward in the summer.
The one where I [m] finally gave in to temptation and fucked my girlfriend’s best friend/roommate [f]
For as long as I can remember, I was one ugly motherfucker. From birth, all the way to the beginning of my freshman year in college, I would send women fleeing to the hills shortly after first contact. It wasn’t that I was naturally hopeless, you see—more that I was unhygienic, socially clueless, overweight, a bit of a late bloomer, and had a set of teeth that looked like they belonged to a British boxer who had a bit too much of an affinity with tea time. All of these things weren’t too pleasant, and of course it took me some time to develop the self-awareness and maturity to recognize them, but they were things that I always saw as alterable so long as I put in the effort and energy to change them.
One day, towards the start of my time at University, I decided I had had enough of my virginal, depressing life and changed my life for the better. I hit the weights, bought clothes that fit me, scheduled monthly haircuts, got fitted with braces to fix my teeth, and began integrating myself in the American college lifestyle of parties, drugs, and social gatherings to improve my communication skills.