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My Friend’s Girlfriend [MF][MMF][Outdoors][Swinging]

*All parties are consenting and over 18*

I got invited to what was supposed to be a party, nothing big or fancy, and certainly nothing wild. A small bonfire in the yard of an old high school friend. The plan was to have a small miniature reunion of people, but I was the only one to end up showing for various reasons. I preferred it that way as it was just myself, my friend, and his girlfriend. This guy was a good person, a great friend, and a total unabashed man-whore. He had one hell of a high school reputation for sleeping around. He never did it in a mean way, he was up front with what he wanted, and polite when told no, but he definitely got around all the same.

We lit the fire in his back yard, with no fences or trees to hide us from the road, and we started drinking. It was nice getting to meet his girlfriend, we hadn’t really been keeping in touch. She was average height and a little heavy, but very pretty with a soft face and eyes, and short black hair. Best of all she was very friendly, so the conversation flowed easily. We caught up on work stories, and then personal fun stories, and even skirted around sexy reminiscing, the whole time with her flirting with both of us in turn. Read more »

Can Swingers & Swing Dancing save a Marriage?

***”Swing Dancing” by Clit Club***
*(This is a preview of a short erotic story that you can currently read for FREE on Kindle here:* [https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09DBSBC2G](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09DBSBC2G)*)*
**I**
“You’re thinking too much,” Mick said, his quiet voice bouncing around the studio. “You both are. Swing…you have to get out of your head to dance it. It’s about listening to your body, and letting it lead you.” He took a sliding step toward me, and I took a sliding step back.
“Just like that,” he said. He smiled with white, well-tended teeth, and I could smell something sweet on his breath – mango, maybe, or berries.
I glanced over at my husband, Danny, who stood off to the side with Mick’s girlfriend, Mila. His gaze was fixed on us, Mick and me, and though his body was stiff, he wasn’t tense – intrigued, maybe, and certainly alert. Mila stood up on her toes to whisper in Danny’s ear. There were shivers down my spine at the way her mouth curled around her words, though they were inaudible to me.
Mila led Danny onto the dance floor, and Mick said, “They look good together.” He slid a foot outward and gave a little hop backward.
I followed his movements, and let thoughts of right and wrong steps slip out of my mind until all that was left was my breath, my shoes tapping the warped wooden floor, the space between Mick’s body and my own – and the junctures at which our bodies met.
As our feet slid and scraped along the creaking floor, our torsos were propelled in and outward, creating with our bodies a series of smooth circles, moving in time.
My hair, black, thick, and a little wild, bounced around my body, and Mick’s light touches lit me up – like tantalizing droplets of rain running down my long body, pooling in the crotch of my thong.
Mick swung my body around his own, breathily saying, “Yes, yes! You’re doing so well!”
I glanced toward Danny. He’d unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and small curls of chest hair were visible. Mila placed her hand over the v of his shirt.
Danny was flushed. I recognized that little frown he wore on his face. It was the one he reserved for me – for me while I lay under him, or on top of him, or next to him, moving my hips and hands against him. It was the face he made when he wanted to be touched.
**II**
“Danny! You’re stepping all over me!” I looked down at my little red heels. I’d dug them out of the back of the closet for tonight. I’d had to wipe the dust off them, too. My husband, sweet and clumsy, was leaving scuffs all along the toes.
“Oh!” Danny said. “My bad, baby.”
“Oh well.” I blew a wayward strand of hair from my face and tried not to be annoyed. “We’re doing better than we were last week.” Our dance instructor sent a brief glance our way as she guided another couple, who were, thankfully, even more hopeless than Danny and I.
“One, two, three…” Danny mumbled, his hands firm as he dragged us both across the floor like twin robot buffalos, no grace or precision – and certainly no beauty in our movements.
I made a few harsh sounds as Danny yanked me, and he made similar ones when I yanked him – though, despite our jerkiness, we laughed. If we weren’t going to be good dancers, we might as well be happy ones.
Across the room was a young couple in their mid twenties, maybe. Their air was easy, like wind rustling the leaves of willowy trees. The woman wore a thin white dress with a short, pleated skirt, which billowed around her as she moved. Her partner, leanly muscled and dark-skinned, had a soft smile on his face.
They were careless, and looked over at Danny and me at frequent intervals. As they spun, I saw that the woman wore no bra, and the outline of her breasts heaving as she danced made both my harsh sounds and my laughs catch in my throat.
Danny danced me toward the edge of the room, and our bodies came together, smashing into one another, and then they separated roughly. My hand fell from Danny’s and my heels caught a crack in the floor.
“Oh!” I gasped, as I began to fall backward.
**III**
My body made an acute angle with the hardwood, and seemed to move in slow motion. I scrunched my eyes and braced myself, but the impact never came.
I was so near the floor that the ends of my hair brushed it. I unpinched my tight face, and peeked one eye open, like a scared child checking for monsters under the bed.
But what I found when I opened my eyes was hardly a monster – or it was, at least, a very handsome one.
His eyes were large and dark and held all the concern in the world for me. Behind him, a little white dress fluttered.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes,” I said, feeling his muscles rippling against my body. “Thank you.”
He brought my body back to a standing position, though I still felt like my legs would give out at his disarming smile. He looked down at me as though he was deciding which bite of me would taste best.
Danny brought his arm to the small of my back, and my body grew hot and nervous at my husband’s touch and a stranger’s gaze.
“Yes, thank you,” Danny said. “We’re such klutzes.”
The man laughed, and his dance partner came forward and pressed her body against his.
“We all have to start somewhere,” she said. “I’m Mila. This is my boyfriend, Mick.”
“Danny.”
“Nicole. Clearly we’re new to this.”
“Well,” Mick said, glancing briefly at his girlfriend with a charming smile, “why don’t we give you a few pointers?”
**IV**
“God,” I said. “It’s been, what, two months since Danny and I slept together?” I took a sip of my drink, and held the straw between my teeth as I continued to speak. “And more like two years since we’ve done it with the lights on.”
“I’m telling you, Nikki, you just need to get out of that house. Go out, go move your body.”
“We have date night every Thursday.”
“When you have a standing date night – same time, same place – don’t you think that kind of misses the point?” my friend asked. He reached across the bar and held my hand. “Wear something hot, do something fun, fuck until you pass out – and, I swear to god, Nikki, do not even think about putting on a nose strip before bed.”
When the music stopped, Mick and I didn’t immediately break apart. Instead, he placed a hand on my back and led me to where Danny and Mila stood. I couldn’t remember the last time someone other than my husband touched me like that. And yet, when Danny saw it, there was no jealousy on his face.
Couples slowly filtered out of the room, some bottlenecked just outside the door, chatting, women changing their heels for sneakers, rubbing the arches of their feet, and men untucking their shirts and rolling up their sleeves, combing back their sweaty hair.
The four of us – Danny and Mick and Mila and I – were like a single organism, each of us entwined with each of the others, moving and breathing together, mimicking, as we talked and swallowed and blinked, a murmuration of starlings.
I was surprised to hear my own voice as I said, “Please, you two should come over for drinks.” Read more »

A Simple Scene [MF] [BDSM] [Oragsm Control] [Mdom] [Breeding] [CNC?]

The scene started such as any other, with her on her knees while he ran through their check-in. She hardly heard the list of questions, having already answered them all to herself before arriving. She felt sound of mind and body, with no sore spots to keep an eye out for. Her safe words for the scene, as it was not to be complex, were ‘Yellow’ for if she needed to slow down or breathe and ‘Red’ for if she needed to stop. She preferred the evening’s events to remain a mystery to her until they occurred, and she freely added that she trusted him to take care of her. Her only other concern was one that he already knew, but she restated; an ongoing medical issue had her currently without birth control.

He accepted her answers with a gentle smile. Her excitement was evident in the way she stumbled over her words, trying to get them out as quickly as she had rehearsed in her head and failing when thought met tongue. Her eyes were bright but unfocused as she was distracted by the possibilities ahead of her. Read more »

Exhibitionism road trip Pt.3

Brad was back from the store he had a mischievous smile and I knew he was up to something. I said what are you smiling about , what is it. Oh nothing, you’ll see. he put the beer in the mini fridge, came over and gave me a kiss and said are you ready or dare number six.

He suddenly looked nervous and embarrassed he was actually shaking a little I knew whatever it was he was about to say the thought of it was driving him wild and he was scared to come out and say it. I kissed him again open mouth with lots of tongue, as we pulled apart, I looked him in the eyes and said yes! I’ll do it, I don’t care, whatever you have in mind, I’ll do it!

Brad’s jaw dropped and he said frantically, oh my god really, it’s a little wild, I mean we haven’t done anything like this before, but I really do think you’ll enjoy it. You see the craziest thing happened when I was at the store. I was in line about to pay for the beer and you’re bottle of champagne when I voice behind me suddenly said I’m buying this fine fellow his drinks. Read more »

Managed to pull off long distance with my girl, here is a nice jacuzzi scene I wrote a while back

The soft morning light bathes the backyard in a delicate, pale hue. Alone, you float leisurely in the hot tub. The hot water quietly lapping against your supine figure, your eyes are shut, enjoying the water on your backside and the ever increasing sunlight atop your angelic frame. Your swimsuit hangs to the side, draped across the awning.
“Hello”, a soft, yet sturdy, voice from outside the water whispers.
Slowly you lift your eyelids, until your steely blue sapphires, gaze into mine.
“mmm”, you exhale.
You shut your eyes once more, your head resting against the back edge of the tub.
You hear the light “plops” of my feet making there way behind you. A lone right hand meets your abdomen. The opposite hand clasps your head. As the right hand lazily makes its way down your stomach, you giggle quietly, feeling every fingertip of mine, across your now steaming body.
You shudder internally as my hand slinks ever closer to your vagina. A smirk begins to sneak across your face.
“Enjoying this, are we”, I discreetly snarl into your ear.
Tingles run the length of your body, my lips grazing the side of your face as the words roll off my tongue.
The hand on your head, now makes its move. Palm across your cheek, thumb resting above your forehead, fingers extending towards your jawline. I flex. Your weak grin collapses into a malevolent smile.
The right hand completes its journey. Two fingers grip your pussy, floating halfway in the water. Your clit lies helpless between my knuckles. I gyrate.
You exhale sharply, only to be met with greater pressure on your face. My fingers sink into your supple flesh. The water begins to churn as you twitch lightly.
A thumb enters your mouth, and inserts itself on the inside of your left cheek. Your tongue meets the intruder. Your searing hot, patterned flesh glides across my thumb.
“Fuck”, I exhale.
I pin your head to the side of the tub, and you lie hooked like a fish in the mouth. Your right hand rises from the water and wraps around the arm holding your clit hostage.
A well timed lick, from the base of your ear to the underside of your chin, coincides with the moment I plunge my fingers inside you.
A gargled moan escapes your lips.
I trace the walls of your vagina, running my finger tips along every rise and fall, crest and valley, peak and depression of your organ.
Your left hand gripping the plastic of the hot tub rim tightly, your hips begin to undulate as I writhe inside of you. The water leaps across your body as the moans increase, and the intensity of your thrashing grows.
“My turn”, I announce firmly.
I remove my thumb from your mouth, and back my fingers out of your vagina. One last moan escapes you, as I rake my hand back up your body.
“Roll over and face me”, I instruct, hand still resting on your face.
“As you wish”, you reply.
I unapologetically stare, as I watch you roll your angelic frame over. Under the water, do your breasts disappear. Your chin now rests on the jacuzzi, devilish eyes locking my soul into yours. I bite my lip. You rise out of the water, droplets rushing down your never ending frame. Your face now reaches my own.
“Hello”, you cooly emit.
“Mmmm”, is the only thing I’m able to articulate, as your hand tightly grips my now throbbing cock.
“Godddd”, I exhale.
Your already wet fingers provide the perfect lubricant, and I stand there in ecstasy. Trying to keep my balance as the angel in front of me keeps stroking. A lone finger now begins to gyrate on the head of my member. I whimper as my tip cedes to your finger. The soft and supple flesh on the tip of your finger. I can almost feel the grooves of your fingerprints. My legs begin to shake noticeably, and a devious laugh from within you only weakens me.
Eyes shut and head tossed back, I stand there as you pleasure me. A hand rests on my chest, while the other continues it’s work. I feel you rise up out of the tub a little, and suddenly I feel the heat of your tongue on my neck. Your seemingly white hot flesh, makes its way to my ear.
“Take me, now”, you insist.
I stand there for just a moment. Taking everything in. Trail of saliva, sticking to my neck. Hand across my chest. Fingers around my shaft.
“Ecstasy”, I think to myself, “pure ecstasy”.
“Get the fuck out now, slut”, I growl.
You rise from the tub, and I offer my hand as you step out. That is the only nicety I will be offering this morning.
The moment your feet touch ground, my hands find your throat. You exclaim. Evilly smiling, locking into your eyes, I walk you backwards onto the grass. Your pulse quickens. Your carotid artery being suffocated by my fingers. I languish at the control I keep over you. The soft flesh of your neck, held captive by my hands.
“Where are we-“, *thud* you gargle.
Your back has hit the tree. I release my stranglehold, and the blood begins rushing back to your brain. Lightheaded and fuzzy, you look to me for instruction. With my left hand I clasp the both of yours, with my right hand, I clamp myself inside of your vagina with two strong fingers. You whimper as your arms are pulled above your head by my own. I search for a suitable branch as I begin to finger fuck you. Loud sloshing sounds fill the backyard. Your pussy sucks in air as I ravage you. You begin to almost dance. On your tippy toes you squeal and squirm and yelp. The bark of the tree digs into the skin of your back. Imprints and indentations are made. It’s a stark difference from the soft and supple hands inside of you.
“Do not let go of the tree”, I command.
You grip the branch above your head with both hands. With my now freed left hand I grab a fistful of your gorgeous hair. I yank your head back and you yelp. I remove my fingers from your pussy. Before you have time to think, you taste your seed. Tongue flat against the floor of your mouth. I caress it, forcing you to taste yourself. You moan.
“Don’t fucking move”, I utter, “Continue tasting yourself until I get back”.
I’m not gone long at all. You watch my cute little ass jiggle back to the jacuzzi, wondering what I’m doing. I return with your bikini in hand.
“What are you-“ *smack*, you’re interrupted.
Startled and stunned, you watch my hand peel itself from your face.
“No questions”, I order.
Your breathing is excited and heavy, as I use the top of your bikini. To lace your hands to the tree. Stuck with your arms held above your head, I step back, and admire my handiwork.
I reach down to stroke myself as I unapologetically fuck you with my eyes. You stand there, unable to move, like an animal. My prisoner.
I saunter over to you as you writhe beneath your confines. Back still to the tree, I reverse you. Your perfect ass now sits comfortably in front of my cock.
“Are you ready?”, I laugh.
A loud spank fills the backyard, eliminating your response. You let out a light screech. Again. My right hand obliterates your ass, covering it. A red mark already begins to appear.
“Please”, you beg of me.
Your only reply is the sound of me spitting on my cock. Heart now beating faster, unable to see what’s going on behind your back, you prepare for the onslaught.
I spread your cheeks, and smile at the sight of your dripping pussy, your cute little asshole above it. My hands cover the entirety of your ass. Your firm but juicy flesh, a captive to my hands.
“Fuck!”, you exclaim when I finally plunge myself inside of you.
“Mmmm”, is the only thing I can muster.
There is no repose for my prisoner, the pounding begins immediately.
“God”
“Fuck”
“Harrison”
These are the only words to be heard, over the sound of my hips slamming into your ass. At this point you have been wet for so long, it begins to drip down your leg. The hot, sticky fluid slowly falls down your thighs.
Your head is thrown back in ecstasy. I stop my assault, only to spank you again.
“We had better not be enjoying this”, I laugh.
“What gave you that impression?”, you retort. Your moans are made choppy by my weight slamming against you. Every now and then I thrust hard enough and your breasts hit the tree. The bark bites at your nipples. At this point the tree has begun to shake, as I fuck you like the animal you are. I give you one last thrust, my cock hitting your cervix.
“FUCK”, you yell, rising to the tips of your toes.
Both of us panting, moaning, running out of breath. I relax. My cock falls from your pussy. With it comes plenty of liquid. Both mine and yours.
I swing you around. Your astute but dainty little frame follows my hand. Eye to eye, I do not break contact. You give me a snarky little smile and laugh. Fool. You are still my prisoner.
I fall to my knees. I crawl to you, refusing to break eye contact. My nose sits at your navel almost. With my right hand, two fingers enter you. Unaware of my plans, you simply close your eyes and prepare to moan.
With my two fingers I pull. Fingertips pressing into the wall of your vagina, your hips follow suit. Before you know it. Your clit lies between my teeth. I suck. You moan. This process is repeated. Sucking. Moaning. Sucking. Moaning. One is not without the other.
Spurred on by the slight power of position you’ve been granted, you fuck my face. My tongue dances across your clit. My nose mashes into your pubes with every thrust. All the whole my fingers do the work of god.
No longer do you hump my face out of pleasure, but necessity. Driven wild by the pleasure between your hips, your body and legs shake. It’s too bad. I don’t relent.
Instead I back you into the tree, to better restrain you. My tongue continues its battle with your clit. My fingers do not stop ravaging you. The only sound to be heard are your stifled moans and yelps. The feeling between your hips builds. You begin to feel the heat spreading throughout.
“I think I’m about to-FUCK”, you burst.
My face is doused with your cum. I do not stop my fingers, I do not control my tongue. My fingers almost act as a shovel, cramming my throat and mouth with your seed. By now you are barely breathing, and trying to escape. Your staggered breathing leaves you unable to speak or moan properly. The bark of the tree digs into your back.
Finally I stand, my fingers still inside you. I fuck you softly, and smile as I push my tongue into your mouth. With your own tongue, you clean mine of your cum. We passionately make out for some time. Our tongues wrestling for dominance. Tinted slightly by the taste of you.
I release you from your shackles. Your arms fall to your side quickly, and you begin to rub your wrists. Your punishment is not over yet, however.
I thrust you onto the grass.
“Whoa”, you exclaim as you hit the ground.
Both of us still a little out of breath, nothing is said. Surrounded by the green of the grass, and bathed in the warm sun of mid morning, you lie there like Aphrodite herself.
Cool blades of grass upon your back, you begin to spread your legs. My dick twitches as your sopping wet pussy is exposed to the light. I stand there, staring, trying to keep my cool. Your stretch a finger down to your clit. Rhythmically you’re gyrate, and internally I scream.
“Take me”, you mouth.
I fall to my knees again, and crawl to you. I raise your right leg, and leave your left upon the ground. Your pussy is open wide, and ready for my cock. I plunge. I moan.
“Allie”, as I close my eyes
You wrap a hand around the leg lifted into the air. My giant cock gives your battered pussy no sympathy. I stare intently into your eyes, breathing through my nose, pounding you. You keep eye contact, pursing your lips and biting your tongue, as you try to match me in silence.
“I can’t”, you exhale, releasing your hand from your leg and holding both arms above your head.
For breaking the silence, I squeeze your cheeks, spreading your lips, and spit into your mouth. A long, translucent, disgusting drop of saliva falls from my lips. You watch it until it’s in your vision no more, but the back of your throat. You almost gag.
“Very good girl”, I commend you.
You give me a labored, “thank you” as you swallow what I have deposited in your throat.
I’m unable to hold out much longer, my cock begs me to orgasm.
I grip your throat, for one final stand.
“Oh god”, you smile.
I begin my last assault. I feel your pussy begin to clench and unclench itself, I know you’re close to bursting yourself. I continue pounding, the orgasm building within me. I feel your head beginning to go limp, as the grip around your neck tightens, as I feel my cock begin to unload. Your head bobs to my pounding, your eyes shut tightly.
“Fuckkkkkkk”, I exclaim.
My cock explodes inside you, and I try to keep thrusting. Within seconds the pleasure is too much, and I fall to your chest. Pinned to the ground, I pump you full of my semen. I lie there panting, dick still throbbing. You rest a hand on the nape of my neck, twirling the baby hairs between your fingers.
Finally I’m able to control my breathing. I lift myself off of you. My cock slides out of you. My cum drips down your pussy, running towards the ground. I muster the strength to lick you. Beginning at the very base of your vagina, I give you one lick up the face. A bit of my semen pools on my tongue. I very very quickly make my way to your face, as I try not to gag. Discomfort and fear paint my face. I just barely make it to your mouth, and I deposit my gift. You smile and laugh as you greedily swallow my cum. I plop down beside you on the grass, gagging the entire time. We lie there in bliss, your pussy still smeared with my cum, my cock drenched in you.

How I found out I have a big cock (M F 20s). The second girl he ever fucked opens his eyes to a world of possibilities.

I went off to college a virgin for some reason girls seemed only interested in friendship with me. I have a cute youthful looking face but as a young man it was a disadvantaged because I looked like I was 12 when I was 19, slim and athletic I had a nice body 5‘9“ and 155 pounds.

as for my package I love the way it looks so much if I could I wouldn’t change a thing. For starters i’m a thick 9 inches when I’m hard but I’m a grower not a shower which used to bother me a lot when I was a young man worried about locker room showers and stuff like that. But that was before I knew I had a really big cock.

As a teenager we didn’t have the Internet and the only porn and I had was my dad’s stack of old playboys that hardly ever showed a cock there was one picture that did a hairy 70s Burt Reynolds looking motherfucker laying naked on the bed with a hot busty blonde his cock was completely soft but huge and looking at that I thought I might be seriously lacking. Read more »

Reporter’s dilemma part 11 (bestiality ahead)

Her husband Brad was home before the kids, and Caroline went at him like a hungry lioness on a gazelle. Her body was still buzzing, and in the bedroom, Caroline stroked him up and climbing aboard him with a smile of desire, she grunted with pleasure as she impaled herself, enjoying Brad’s loud grunt as she swiveled her hips down, her hungry, needy pussy swallowing him right to the balls. Carolyn rode him with expert strokes, keeping her pussy muscles gripping tightly at Brad’s cock, as she pushed herself down, finding the right spot, then AHHHHH, perfect, her clit was rubbing against the top of his cock shaft as she rode him. She quickly crested, her pussy quivering and milking at Brad’s cock as he grunted, growled, and let the superb sucking action of her cunt milk his throbbing prick dry.

The hot, fast fuck just before the kids got home had barely scratched that needy itch. Once the kids had been fed dinner and were settled in the living room, watching their favorite movie, Caroline pulled Brad into the garage. In the back seat of their mini-van, they went at each other like two horny teenagers. Brad was driving his cock into Caroline’s burning heat, fucking her with long hard strokes, as Caroline grunted, growled, and cried out, until she felt the wellspring of orgasm wash over her, milking hard at Brad’s cock as he buried himself one last time, and jetted his load into her. Read more »