This story happened years ago. Sorry this is not a “fucking our brains out” story but I still look back on it fondly as one of the best sexual moments in my young adult life.
Samantha (Sam as most called her) was the quintessential good girl. Straight A’s, church goer “saving herself” for marriage, and of course, Daddy issues. Sam’s dad was known for being a hard ass on guys who came around his daughter, going out of his way to make sure you knew he was always watching. I started dating Sam the summer after we graduated high school and was surprised an 18 year old had so many rules – curfew, where she could and could not go, doors open (and we always had to hang out at her house, never mine), etc… The funny thing was that over the summer with both her parents working and Sam and I only having part time jobs, we generally found ways to see each other daily without her Dad being the wiser.
Sam was American born but Filipino ethnicity, about 100 lbs soaking wet, beautiful almond skin, greenish/brown eyes that could look into your soul, long black hair, small but perky tits, a firm ass and smooth legs that went on for days. The first time Sam let me see her naked she had a thick but groomed bush that matched her jet black hair. While hot in its own way, she eventually shaved completely and ended up taking to monthly full brazilian waxes, which I was not disappointed about as Sam had one of the most amazing to look at pussies i’ve ever seen.
Although Sam was “saving herself,” she loved exploring sexually everything up to the point of PIV sex, and she developed kinks for seeing we could get away with without getting caught. One of our hottest moments that has stayed with me for years occurred on a random Sunday evening while I was hanging out at her house. Sam’s family was catholic and it was not unusual that she or her family would have church related activities during the week or for them to host bible studies or prayer circles at their house. Usually I was “politely” asked to leave by her Dad before guests arrived but on this particular occasion I was allowed to stay. Sam normally would have helped with food preparation but it was handled before I got there and she wasn’t going to be participating in what I found out was a prayer circle with her parents and their church friends.
About 12 guests showed up around 7pm and I helped set up several folding chairs in the dining room. They were mostly jovial but paid me little attention. Once everyone was properly greeted and comfortable they all went and sat in the dining room and Sam and I went to the couch in the adjacent living room to quietly watch TV. We would never have been allowed upstairs per her dad’s rules, but we knew we just needed to keep quiet so as not interrupt whoever was speaking in the dining room. To be honest it was pretty awkward for me so I suggested I’d leave and see Sam another day.
Sam looked at me disappointed and bit her bottom lip giving me puppy dog sad eyes and a little whimper. As I started to get up from the couch she grabbed my dick through my shorts and gave it a firm squeeze and a playful stroke making me plop back down. “Do you really need to go?” she asked. This made me hard immediately. I looked over into the dining room and could easily see at least 4 guests and her dad sitting in a circle, facing inward and away from us. The fact I could see them meant it would not take much for them to turn around and see us…
“I don’t think we should…we will either get caught or i’ll get cum everywhere and it will soak through my shorts and be noticeable!” I softly exclaimed. Sam continued stroking my dick through my shorts, then shrugged and said, “oh well, in that case you might just have to go home with blue balls tonight, but I definitely need you to get me off right now.” I looked her in the eyes astonished as she pushed me down onto the couch. Sam grabbed a blanket and pulled it over her body as she laid on top of me grinding her crotch on my leg not saying anything further. I decided that while someone in the other room may get suspicious about what we were up to, we’d have a few seconds to straighten up and hopefully avoid the worst of getting caught…
I took my hand and started rubbing her through her shorts, not quite satisfied that I was hitting the right spot but it was enough to feel her heat pulsating through the fabric. “We gotta do something about these shorts,” I whispered. She lifted up off my leg so that I could unbutton and unzip them but I was hesitant to take them all the way off. I could see she was wearing a pair of pink cotton thong panties, the kind that had a little strip I could pull from behind to wedge into her pussy and ass back and forth and tease her for a few minutes. As I did this I knew her panties became soaked and I could smell the musky sweet and unmistakeable aroma of her aroused pussy as she took deep short breaths into my neck. I chuckled to myself that her couch and the blanket would smell like her pussy for days, but that was better than smelling like my cum.
Sam generally loved being teased and foreplay like this usually lasted a long time for us, but we didn’t have much time and Sam put her lips to my ear and said in a sultry but urgent voice, “finger me.” With my right hand, I traced from her belly button down to the soft cotton elastic of her thong. My hand was trembling with anticipation as I moved the fabric back and my hand slid down until I could feel the velvety wetness of her bare slit. My middle finger, slick with her juices, eased effortlessly into her pussy as Sam let out an almost audible gasp as she clenched around my finger. I proceeded to finger her slowly watching her face, eyes closed, mouth slightly open as we synced. After a few minutes I turned it up a notch, inserting another finger which helped me to then use my thumb to rub her clit. At this point Sam had both arms struggling to hold herself up as she continued to hover over me, my hand down her shorts finger fucking her like this was the only way 2 people should ever get off.
I perked my head up to look into the dining and could sense the prayer circle was nearing its end, the somberness of the moment was starting to turn more jovial and I knew we only had a few more minutes. Turning my attention back to Sam, she was full on bucking her hips onto my fingers, her pussy now dripping and causing a slurping sound only slightly muffled by the blanket covering us. Surely one of the women in the prayer circle knew the sound of wet pussy and would come to investigate, right? Sam started to tense up the way she always did before she came and I knew she was close. With my free hand I pulled her head and lips towards mine and gave her a deep passionate kiss as my fingers buried deep into her pussy and curved inward to find her g-spot. Sam’s eyes were clenched tight and her cute button nose wrinkled as I knew she was seconds away. All of a sudden Sam became motionless and I felt her pussy clench and spasm around my fingers, her lips going cold as blood rushed from her head. She moaned into my mouth but not a sound was made. She stayed motionless for what seemed like minutes but was only a few seconds before opening her eyes and smiling in a nice “thank you” way. I pulled my fingers from her pussy, dripping wet and brought them to my mouth. Sam knew I loved eating her out and so was not surprised that I would want a taste but then she leaned into me and kissed me with her tongue to taste herself. I thought I was about to burst myself, but I held it together.
Sam then started to re-button her shorts when we both heard her dad yell “SAM!” from the other room. Fuck, we were caught. Our faces turned pale and I feared the worst. Sam looked at me then got up, brushed herself off and proceeded into the dining room. I listened intently and was quickly relieved to hear her dad had only called her in to have her talk about where she was going to college and what she would be studying. Whew…
Sam walked back into the other room and said her dad had also told her it was time for me to go. Yes, I agreed, I needed to get home as quickly as I could to relieve myself. She laughed. “When you get home and get some privacy, call me and i’ll help you out if you want to see more of me :)”
Sam and I ended the summer going to different universities in other states. We tried to make it work long distance for a while but eventually we broke up. I never got to have sex with her and will forever be jealous of any guy that does. In many ways though, the connection we shared in exploring our bodies was just as hot , if not better, than any sexual relationship i’ve ever had after.
Tag: Straight
My GF’s best friend. Part 3. ‘No, that would be cheating’ [MF]
Again, thank you for your kind messages. I really didn’t think this would blow up as much as it has. I’m aware I cheated and I was a piece of shit. I don’t really want to go much further than that as it’ll be covered in the next part.
****Also didn’t realise this would be so long****
So.
It had been a few days since I’d been to Amy’s. We hadn’t snapped or sent Facebook messages. Complete radio silence. Which was fine by me. I would be lying if I said I didn’t jerk off to the thought of that night though. The visions of my cock fucking Amy’s throat was hard to shake.
Then I get a snap out of the blue one evening.
‘Hey, can I get your advice?’
‘What on?’ I replied.
‘Outfits’
‘Sure, what’s the occasion?’
‘I’m going on a date’ she typed back.
I’ve no idea why but I became instantly jealous. Some guy was going to probably have their dick sucked by Amy and it wouldn’t be me. I couldn’t tell her as such, we’d just messed around a few times. Heck, I didn’t know what we were doing. I decided I’d just play along.
Timestop: The Train Ride – Chapter 2 [nc][rape][M/F]
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DISCLAIMERS
Please read!
Sorry if this story breaks any rules. Just remove it if it does. My stuff is crazy gross
These disclaimers are to help you know if my story is for you or not. I don’t want to spring things on anyone. Back out now if any of this doesn’t sound like your kind of thing!
The POINT of my writing is to combine VIOLENCE, HORROR, and EXTREME TABOO themes, trying to creep myself out as I write. This whole story is told through the eyes of a VILLAIN. If you do not enjoy very dark themes, this is not for you!
This one will be 6 parts total once I get them all uploaded. Just be warned, each one gets more intense!
This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of the things I write about. All characters are 18+.
FETISH WARNINGS
-Gross and creepy sniffing / tasting (sweat, asshole, everything)
-Intense rape / sadism / violence towards woman
-Anal abuse
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CHAPTER 2
Luvin’ in the Elevator
I feel I stick out like a sore thumb here. I wish Dad wouldn’t take on these sorts of jobs. But I understand why he does. They pay well. And on the upside, at least I thought to wash my overalls last night. They’re nice and clean.
The hotel lobby is teeming with people; men in suits that probably cost more than I earn in a year, ladies dripping with diamonds and striding confidently in high heels. There are a few kids too. One of them runs straight into me. My tools scatter all over the marble floor.
‘Oh Gerald!’ scolds a woman dashing over.
‘You ok buddy?’ I say.
The child nods.
My mother would have battered me into next week for that. I hope his doesn’t.
The woman, who I presume to be his mother, scowls and snatches him away.
I gather up my tools. There’s heat in my cheeks. People are watching. Some are smirking. This really isn’t a place for the likes of me. Dad needs me though.
‘Where the fuck have you been?’ he says when he sees me.
My Therapist
Aya continued staring out through the glass at the pale-yellow daffodils that drooped, lifeless, from their pot on the windowsill, evidently having suffered weeks, maybe months, of neglect.
“Aya?”
Dr Shepherd’s voice resonated through the small, dimly-lit room, making her body twitch slightly in response, snapping her back to reality. She shifted in her seat, readjusting the cushion behind her so that it fit comfortably against the small of her back.
“Sorry.” She cleared her throat, her voice having become hoarse in the moments since she had last spoken. “What was the question?”
As often happened, Aya’s mind had wandered off, one thought snowballing into the next until it was almost as though she had been transported to another world, lost in a sea of thoughts and indecipherable feelings.
“I said, do you feel like we’re nearing the real issue that’s causing you distress, that you’ve eluded to before?”
Although his voice was soft and unthreatening, Dr Shepherd emphasized the words slowly and deliberately, his brown eyes boring into hers, into her soul, Aya felt.
Sex with with my thick as hell best friend while higher than dogecoin.
I slipped off the footstool, fell on my ass, and the bag of chip clips dumped off the shelf all over my face. I had a fleeting fantasy that a man was spunking my cheeks and not clips. I’m not gay. These are just domination fantasies right? 90 percent I’m sure I’m not gay. My vision was spirals. For second the kitchen lamp became the sun, and I was a 39 year old man with a family, beautiful wife, and nephews. Snap back to the real. Or whatever this is.
My name is David. Or Daniel? No. It’s Daniel. I’m twenty nine years old. My dad hates me and my step mom is sick. My brother just moved to Colorado. I live in Denver. I work warehousing for a fab shop. I love the hell out of sativa and whatever was in the hell pills Claire dropped into the Fanta. Oo. There’s still fanta. On the table. That’s a fuck shit easier than fresh lemonade. I’m not sure I could cut lemons anyways. And oh yeah. I’m way too high to go buy lemons. Fuck, my name is Chris. And I’m totally naked and have a raging boner. Dammit.
[FF] I (26f) can’t seem to be quiet during sex without some help from my gf (33f)
This weekend was a small pride festival being put on by a local RP group, and me and my gf decided that as big ol’ lesbians we might saunter on down to check it out. Seeing as my parents house is closer to the event than our apartment, and seeing as my grandpa’s 80th birthday was this weekend at my parent’s place, we opted to visit them this weekend. Recently, with how insanely busy both of our lives have gotten (we’re both at the end of our semester in social science-related studies so we’ve respectively written about 100 pages over the last 3 weeks), our sex life has become more vanilla. We still have sex often enough to meet both of our needs, but it’s time-consuming to tie me up or edge me or punish me for being bratty, and it’s also time consuming to wind her up enough to make her want to punish me. Also, the sex we’ve had recently, while great, has been very personal, as we’ve been working through some trauma together and it’s been healing in a way I wouldn’t want to share.
HOWEVER, yesterday was wild. My parents are great, my extended family is…iffy. Idk why I don’t relate to them as much anymore, but I suspect it’s because they’re all Mormon and have a hard time talking to my gay ass and knowing what to say. My lovely gf became overwhelmed, too, at the number of them. We had over 40 people in the house last night, and all of them are loud. She quickly retreated to the bedroom to play with our cat. I put forth a valiant effort to stay engaged with my large family but eventually, I, too, retreated. I made two brief forays into the kitchen for snacks, and then we spent the rest of the night just cuddling. I took an edible just as the party was winding down so I was feeling nice. We started watching a dumb YouTube show on how Disneyland has fucked up some rides over the years and ended up kissing a lot. She said she appreciated that I stayed with her all night. I told her I wouldn’t have been anywhere else in a house packed with Mormons. Then she clarified that she appreciated that I stayed with her. Oh. Kissing happens, and suddenly she’s on top of me.
So, fun fact about my gf is that she has a l o n g tongue. Like. I’d hazard an inch, maybe two inches longer than mine. She also has FULL control over it, and she has worked that tongue out. It does not get tired. She started by sucking on my breasts, then quickly switched to pinning my hands above my head, biting and kissing my neck, and gently massaging my clit with her free hand. I was high, so things felt a lot more potent. I also found myself easily distracted and less inhibited, and about halfway through her massaging of my clit I realized I had started to moan in my parents house. Audibly. Less than 20 feet away from my sister’s room. My parents house is big, I didn’t think my parents had heard me, but my baby sister (she’s an adult, she’s just way shorter than me lol) hearing me in the throws of pleasure was a bit alarming. I try to be discreet with my fucking, and I was definitely not being discreet just then. I was going to ask my GF to slow down a little to I could get my head straight, but I think she saw the look on my face as I caught myself midmoan and came up with a different solution – cover my mouth. She unpinned my hands, moved one over my mouth, and changed tactics, moving from biting and kissing my neck to licking and sucking on my breasts while her fingers continued to gently massage my clit. After several minutes of this, however, I couldn’t hold it in, and a moan slipped out. She stopped right there, looked at me, and asked if I could be quiet on my own. I shook my head. She rolled her eyes, kissed my forehead, and whispered that she knew I could do it. She moved her head down to my clit and uttered one last “I know you can, you’re a good girl”
I *thrive* on praise, so this got me through the first few minutes of her tongue massaging my clit, but it was getting more sensitive and she was getting more and more into her rhythm – I couldn’t last forever. Again, I was at the point of telling her I needed a break, because I’m a good girl and I’d rather forgo pleasure than break a rule from my Goddess, but as soon as she heard “Please, I can’t-” she clamped her own hand over my mouth, hard, and kept going, harder and harder, more and more methodical, until I felt like I was going to burst. In the last 60 seconds before orgasm she pulled her hand off of my mouth and told me to whisper if I needed to make noise. I spent the next 60 seconds with one hand in her hair pushing her face into me and whispering “yes” over and over again, until she felt my body start to tense. She sat upright, rubbing my clit with her fingers and watching my face as I let out a few brief squeaks and censored moans and then finally went limp. She pressed herself close to me to cuddle me while I recovered, and as I whispered “Thank you” she just shook her head and said, “No, thank you for being so good tonight, and for taking care of me during the party.”
We spent the rest of the night cuddling naked in bed, and in the morning nobody made weird faces at us, so I guess nobody heard me during the first few minutes of sex. Overall, it was a great night, and today was a great day.
Back to His Roots: Chapter 12 The Final Chapter
Jake stepped to one side, grabbed Joe by the arm and flipped him to the floor with a thud. Joe burst out laughing as he caught his breath and got to his feet, running his hand through his short brown hair.
“I thought I had you that time.” he laughed, shaking Jake’s hand and slapping his shoulder.
“Keep at it. The only way we get better is through practice.” Jake said, his mind still in training mode.
“Still impressive Joe. You did great.” Bree shouted from the side of Jake’s training room.
Jake and Joe walked to the side of the room where Red and Bree watched their sparring session and Red handed Jake a towel, admiring his sweaty, shirtless body.
“How about you give us a lesson?” Bree asked, slowly panning her eyes up and down Joe’s smaller, yet still impressive form.
“Well, we could teach you both some self defense techniques?” Joe suggested, looking to Jake for approval.
Jake nodded.
“If you want to. You are more than skilled enough to show them the ropes Joe.” Jake suggested.
Red eyed Jake over and took his hand in hers.
“I’m good. How about we leave these two alone and we do some “training” of our own in private?” Red suggested.
Jake smiled and glanced back at Bree and Joe who were already crossing to the centre of the room. Red led him out of the training room and into the bathroom, turning on the shower before letting her shorts drop to the floor, leaving her in a fine black g-string. Jake did all he could to stop his mouth opening wide in disbelief. His heart began to race at her incredible form and he watched in silence as she slipped her red singlet up over her head, letting her bare breasts fall back to their natural position with impressive firmness. She stepped into the shower, g-string still on and let the water run down her face and long red hair.
“You going to join me? I’d love to wash you.” she said seductively, licking her lips.
Jake dropped his pants and obliged her, stepping into the water and dropping to his knees. He ran his hands up her waist as he licked around her smoothly shaven labia. She ran her hands through his wet hair, lightly digging her nails into his scalp in pleasure as Jake’s tongue worked it’s way inward to the inner sanctum, flicking his tongue across her clitorus. Red gave a pleasureable moan as she allowed her g-string to slip to floor, giving Jake more access to his desires. He kissed his way up from her juicey pussy, past her belly button and stopped at her breasts to admire them. He pinched at her nipples with the perfect amount of pressure for maximum stimulation as he let his penis enter her.
Red hitched up her leg around Jake and stared deep into his eyes as she drove his penis into her, giving him a look that he fully understood.
“Deeper, harder. Fuck me harder Jake.” she ordered.
The pair continued their intimate fuck session until Red hit her limits and let out a ferocious orgasm that could only be described as primal. She dug her nails tightly into his shoulders as her whole body shuddered with pleasure. Jake withdrew his penis and Red got to work immediately, dropping to her knees and taking his shaft into her mouth. She sucked and slurped on his member, flicking her tongue around the tip while fondling his balls with her free hand. Jake moaned as he placed both hands against the wall, he could feel himself just about ready to give his troops their marching orders. With just the right amount of pressure, Red’s finger traced and rubbed Jake’s butthole. He gasped and shot a thick wad of baby batter into her mouth, which she swallowed gleefully.
“My god. who are you?” he asked breathing heavily.
“I’m the woman of your dreams.” she seductiudy said, standing up and leaning in to kiss him once more.
How I[30M] wound up fucking my lesbian best friend [26F] [MF]
TLDR Scroll to the divider if you just want to get to the good stuff
Madison Adams was my best friend.
Not in a secretly-in-love sense. Not in an unresolved-sexual-tension sense. Truly, Maddy and I were friends.
We genuinely enjoyed each other’s company- from speaking only in movie quotes to enjoying insult contests just a bit too much – it was hard to find someone as willing to indulge in our particular brand of stupidity as much as we did. Our friends observing often said they couldn’t figure out if we hated each other or we were actually madly in love.
Which would’ve been reasonable to expect, except for one small detail – Madison Adams was gay.
Over the years we’d become each other’s greatest confidants as girlfriends on both sides came and went. We agonised over unanswered texts from crushes together, commiserated over how women could be so fucking complicated, and picked each other up after particularly nasty breakups.
This is the story of how we ended up fucking each others’ brains out in a beautiful riverside cabin in upstate New York.
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A Morning Of Silence And Murmurs [MF]
Is a typical fresh and cozy morning, after a good night of sleep I slowly open my eyes and the first thing I saw is her. The woman I’ve been seeing from the past months sleeping at my side, we spent the night before enjoying each other company without doing anything sexual. She’s there with her back at me gorgeously sleepy topless and just wearing a cute pink panties that I can notice are a bit rolled up exposing one of her soft and pale buttcheeks. I smile, God I love here pale skin and her perfect petite body. I honestly can’t believe I have been so lucky and lots of good feelings invade me, right now in my mind I only think in pleasing her in in the most intimate way I can…