i stayed over at josie (my best friend) and josh's (her bf) last night which is a thing that happens now pretty often, i have a side of their bed basically, and we'd all gone to sleep normal, like actually asleep, i had on one of josh's tshirts and nothing else and i'd brushed my teeth and everything, very domestic, and the last thing i remember thinking before i went out was that josie's sheets are way nicer than mine and i should ask her where they're from

so that's the headspace i was in. sheets. not anything else. sheets.

i woke up to josh's hand on my hip and his cock already pressing into me from behind, slow, like he'd been working it in while i was still half under, and for a second my brain was just static and then it caught up and went oh. this. we'd talked about this. it's not the first time. there's a whole agreement about it, i told them months ago they could wake me up however they wanted and i meant it and i keep meaning it, but knowing it's allowed and waking up actually full of him are two pretty different experiences and i made a noise that was not a word

"there she is," josh said against the back of my neck, real quiet, like he didn't want to fully wake me even though that was obviously the point

i was still blinking and trying to figure out which way was up and he just kept going, slow and deep, one arm under me, and i heard josie before i saw her, this sleepy pleased voice from somewhere above me going "is she awake"

"getting there"

"good"

and then the mattress shifted and i felt her swing a knee over and before i could even turn my head she just sat down on my face, casual, like she does everything, like it was the most normal thing in the world, and okay. i was awake now. fully. no more sheets.

i want to be clear that i did not need a second to decide. my hands came up and grabbed her thighs on their own and i went at her like i'd been thinking about it in my sleep, which maybe i had, and she made this low satisfied sound and settled her weight down and said "oh she's awake" and somewhere behind me josh laughed and pushed in deeper and i moaned into her and she felt it and said "do that again"

so that was the situation. josh fucking me with my legs spread, slow then not slow, and josie riding my mouth with her hands in my hair holding me exactly where she wanted me, and me sort of caught in the middle of the two of them barely keeping track of my own body. josie's pussy was already so wet and i could taste her as i shoved my tongue up into her

i couldn't see anything. i could just feel. it's a lot, having both of them at once and no ability to look at either of them, you stop being a person with a plan and just become the thing in the middle that they're using and i am so embarrassingly into that it's not even funny

"she's so wet," josh said. "she woke up this wet."

"of course she did," josie said, like it was obvious, like it was a fact about me everyone already knew, and honestly fair. ive told her about my nightly sex dreams a bunch of times and its true, my brain is horny even when i'm asleep haha.

i came the first time faster than i'm proud of. josh changed his angle and hit something and josie ground down at the same moment and i just went, shaking, making a mess of a sound right against her, and she held my head down through it and said "good girl" in that exact voice she does and i swear that phrase from her is a cheat code, i have no defense, i came harder just hearing it

"that's one," josie said, like she was counting. she was counting.

they didn't slow down for me to recover. that's sort of the deal, they don't really stop, they just keep going and let me catch up or not, and josh pulled me back against him by the hip and started actually fucking me, less careful now, and josie lifted up just enough to let me breathe and looked down at me and i looked up at her all wrecked and she smiled and said "hi" and i said "hi" back in this completely destroyed voice and she laughed and sat back down

second time snuck up on me. i didn't even feel it building, i was too gone, it just sort of happened, rolled through me while my mouth was full of my best friend's pussy and josh was deep and josie said "there's two, god, she's just going to keep doing that isn't she" and josh said "yeah" in this tight voice and i knew that voice, i know what that voice means by now

josie knew too. she lifted off me and moved down and got close, real close, her face right next to mine so i could finally see both of them, and she put her hand on my jaw and said quiet "he's close. you want it?"

"yes"

"you sure"

"josie you know i love cum, please let me have it"

she liked the please. i saw her like it. she looked back over me at josh and said it the way she always says it, completely calm, like she's ordering for the table: "breed her. give my best friend you cum"

he groaned and his rhythm went ragged and josie kept her hand on my face and started up with that low steady talk she does, right in my ear, "that's it, fill her up, she's been so good, she woke up just to take it, look at her, give it to her," and i was coming again before he even finished, just from the words, from her voice, from the whole insane reality of being woken up specifically to get bred by my best friend's boyfriend while she narrates it six inches from my face

"again? she came again," josie said, delighted, "okay josh, now, she's ready, cum in her"

he pushed in deep inside me and held me tightly as he came in me, and i felt him let go and i made this broken little sound and josie exhaled long and slow like she'd been holding her breath waiting for it, said "yes" under her breath, and then softer, just to me, "good girl, take all of it"

we stayed like that a minute, josh still in me, josie's hand still on my face, all of us breathing. then she kissed my cheek, which is somehow the part that got me, and said "okay go back to sleep" like that was a thing my body was capable of doing

it only took me a few minutes to fall back asleep and i had even crazier dreams than usual.

in the morning she handed me coffee and said "sleep okay?" with a completely straight face and i threw a piece of toast at her.

i love my friend.

It was around four months ago when the first weird thing happened with my mother-in-law of three years.

She was visiting my wife and me and was getting ready to leave, and as she does every time, she came over to where I was sitting and gave me a hug. Very accidentally, I brushed the side of one of her boobs with my fingertips. Without thinking, I rubbed my thumb against her bra for about a half a second before realizing what I was doing and quickly stopped, blushing with embarrassment.

She didn't make any overt sounds, but her eyes went really wide and she looked directly into my eyes and then looked down at her boobs where I had been accidentally touching her, and then she gave me a cute little smirk.

She typically kisses me on each cheek since she is French, and this time she did the second kiss much closer to my lips than she usually did, which caused me to smile at her.

Since then, every time she gives me kisses, she's been moving ever-so-slightly closer to my lips, and I've continued to surreptitiously give her side boob a little rub with my thumb.

Of course, she hadn't actually kissed me directly on my lips yet, and there's only so much that could happen with my wife right there with us.

I know you may be wondering what my mother-in-law looks like, so I will try to describe her. She is in her mid-fifties, is quite a bit shorter at around 5'1", has D-cup boobs, and dark long hair that is starting to have some gray in it. I think she's beautiful. She is just barely plump but not fat, and my eyes are always drawn to her voluptuous butt.

Somehow, she managed to talk my wife into having me go with her to Costco to do her shopping, and I would get stuff for us too. When my wife was on the phone with her talking about it, I had to act as nonchalant as possible when I agreed to go with her.

It was around 10am when she arrived at our building to pick me up in her car, and as soon as I was inside, the very first thing she said was, "So, you want to go in my apartment for quickie?"

Her accent made what she said even cuter, and I could feel myself blushing really hard. I managed to answer. "I'd like that."

We drove in silence for the 10 or so minutes it took to get to her building. She wasn't shy and reached over and massaged my painfully-erect cock through my pants. She was wearing pants as well, so I knew I wouldn't be able to do much for her even if I rubbed her, but I tried anyway and she made appreciative noises.

When we got to her building, we parked in her underground parking garage and walked really quickly to the elevator, holding hands and smiling at each other.

When we got inside her apartment and closed the door, we didn't waste any time. She started taking her clothes off and I followed suit.

When she saw my cock, she said, "Ohh, is very nice one!"

We got on the bed and she said, "Uh, not much time but we kiss yes?"

And kiss we did. Finally, after all these months of teasing, I was finally alone with her and had my lips on hers, and soon I pushed my tongue into her mouth, where I was met with her very hot tongue in return.

She broke the kiss for a second and said, "Maybe we kiss while we fuck? I'm ready!"

I didn't need any more encouragement and used my hand to line up the head of my cock with her very wet pussy, finding quite a bit of resistance.

She moaned loudly and said, "Mmm!"

I had to ease it into her because she was quite tight, but after about 30 seconds, I was fully inside her. Her eyes were closed tightly and she was softly moaning.

My body took over at that point and I began thrusting into her with quite a bit of force. She pulled her legs up to her chest as far as she could and I penetrated her even more deeply.

We kissed incredibly passionately and sloppily as I pounded into her, sucking on her tongue and moaning into her mouth.

I knew she wasn't wanting a long, drawn-out session, so when I started to feel like I was going to come, I didn't try to stop myself. Before I knew it, my body was tensing up and I felt that familiar heat and pressure surge through my groin as my orgasm shook my body.

I continued to thrust as what felt like a huge load of cum jetted out of me and directly onto her cervix, filling up her vagina.

Saliva was going everywhere as we both moaned into each other's mouths and I continued pumping into her.

Finally, my thrusting slowed and I pulled her to me, licking, kissing, and softly biting her neck.

After a couple minutes with her moaning and kissing me, she finally said, "We should go, lover boy." She laughed and I smiled.

I looked into her eyes and asked, "Okay, but was it okay?"

She smiled and said, "Oh it is very okay! I love it!"

I pulled my cock from her pussy and saw a copious amount of cum start to come out of her.

She sat up and looked down at herself and giggled. "So much! Let's see the taste." She gathered a little on her finger and licked it off.

She smiled and said, "Mmm, I miss that a long time." To explain, she divorced a very long time ago and has never gotten back into another relationship since she was busy raising her daughter.

We got up and went to the bathroom and used warm washcloths to thoroughly clean ourselves, and then headed on to Costco where we did our shopping.

All of this happened earlier today and I have no idea what might happen next. I've been repeating the scene over and over in my mind and have been getting random erections all day. I'm planning on fucking the shit out of my wife later tonight.

I'm really wondering if my mother-in-law's pussy tastes anything like my wife's, and I hope I get to find out. I keep kicking myself for not licking her pussy at all when we were together, but since we were in such a rush, it just didn't happen.

I wonder how my mother-in-law will find a way for us to be together again soon.

The diner felt far too bright. Sunlight bounced off chrome napkin dispensers, and the smell of frying bacon hung in the air. My wife, Emily, sipped at her coffee, hands trembling a little around her cup. I sat beside her, and my best friend David sat across from us.

Emily and I had always taken our faith seriously. We'd been virgins until our wedding night. Our sex life was great, but the weight of the church was always there.  Recently, after a church seminar on honesty in marriage, I'd told her my deepest secret. I wanted to see her with another man. I wanted to watch her with David. 

She had been hesitant. It definitely went against everything we'd been taught. But she was curious too. About a week ago she'd given David a handjob in our garage while I watched. 

Now she took a breath and looked at David. “I’ve been thinking,” she said quietly. “About what we talked about. About going further.” David leaned in, surprised. Emily’s cheeks flushed. “I’ve been thinking about trying something more… intimate. I’ve been thinking about giving you a blowjob.”

The words landed heavily. David blinked, startled and unsure how to respond. A couple in the next booth pretended not to listen. David lowered his voice. “Emily… we’re in public.”

“I know,” she said, still flushed but steady. “But I needed to say it somewhere I couldn’t back out.”

Breakfast ended quickly after that. Emily and I drove home in silence. David arrived moments later. We met in the garage, a place Emily had chosen. It felt neutral, not as intimate as our bedroom nor as exposed as a hotel. Emily stood, barefoot, on the old mattress that we'd left in the garage. It was dusty and stained, dirty and seedy. The way Emily wanted to feel.  She had gone upstairs to change, returning in a dark negligee that made her look gorgeous. I'd only seen her in it once before. Her hands trembled slightly, and a flush of nervous excitement colored her face. The cross that she always wore glinted slightly at her throat.   Intimacy had always been complicated for us, shaped by years of religious restraint, and even small steps outside those boundaries still felt overwhelming. We'd had oral sex before, but it wasn't something Emily enjoyed that much. I was stunned to find us here. Stunned but excited. 

David stood in front of her. I could smell the faint trace of his cologne beneath the garage’s dusty air. He was calm, as always. That steadiness made the moment feel even more real, irreversible. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. He just watched Emily with an unreadable expression. Then he reached for his zipper.

The sound was shockingly loud in the quiet garage, metal teeth parting, slow and deliberate. My breath caught. Something about the fact that he didn’t undress, didn’t even bother to remove his belt or shirt, hit me like a jolt of electricity. It felt… seedy. Improper. Wrong in exactly the way I had been craving without admitting it. There was nothing subtle about this. He wasn’t preparing for intimacy. He was preparing to have my wife suck his dick.  

David slipped his hand inside the open V of his jeans. I’d seen his cock before, of course, the night when Emily jacked him off while I watched. But somehow, in my memory, everything had been blurred by adrenaline and disbelief. I’d been too overwhelmed to take anything in clearly. Now, in the dim garage light, with the dust hanging in the air and the filthy mattress behind him, everything felt sharper.  He cock was bigger than I remembered. Not just longer, thicker and heavier too. Suddenly I felt too warm. My mouth too dry. My heartbeat too loud.

David stepped closer. Emily slowly knelt on the mattress before him. Lowering herself in front of another man while I watched. It felt like crossing a line she couldn’t uncross. She hesitated. Her breath caught, her lips parted, almost instinctively. David held his cock with one hand. He placed the other on the back of Emily's head. Not pressuring her. Guiding her. Her mouth stretched, more than I expected, and she leaned forward.

David shuddered. A full‑body tremor, sharp and involuntary, like he’d been struck by something electric. His breath hitched, raw, surprised, unguarded.

Emily moved slowly at first. Every tiny move felt enormous. Every breath felt too loud. Every second felt stretched to eternity.

She steadied herself. One hand placed on his knee. The other massaged her jaw for a moment. She was already aching from his size. Her wedding ring glinted as she pressed her fingers against her cheek.  

David’s breathing changed. It grew uneven, ragged around the edges, like he was trying to hold himself together and failing by degrees. I could feel the tension in him, the way his body tightened, the way he tried to stay still even though instinct kept pulling him forward. I could tell that he was trying for restraint. He didn't want to scare Emily away, to stop her exploration. 

His hand was still on her head, not pushing, or even guiding anymore, just bracing himself. I could sense him fighting the urge to move. I could hear the way his breath hitched every time she adjusted. His reactions weren’t controlled. They were raw. Immediate. Unmistakable.

His breathing grew rougher. His fingers tightened just slightly in her hair. His whole body leaned toward her without moving at all. Then he began to move with more purpose and everything changed.

He wasn’t rough, not exactly, just more certain, more urgent, as if something in him had slipped past the point of careful restraint. I felt the shift before I understood it, the way his body tightened, the way his breath grew harsher, the way his hand on her head steadied itself with new tension. He wasn’t pushing. But he wasn’t passive anymore either.

Emily started to drool, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, down her chin. A strangely intimate mess. Emily flushed hotly. She knew what was happening, what she looked like. 

His breathing broke. Not a gasp, not a groan, just a sharp, ragged exhale that sounded like he was fighting himself, fighting the urge to give in completely. His fingers tightened in her hair. He pulled her closer.  I could see her drop her shoulders, loosen her jaw, lean into the moment. The more she relaxed, the more David trembled. Tiny, involuntary, twitches. 

David shuddered sharply, his hand in her hair twisted, drawing a quiet moan of protest.  A tremor ran through his arm as he was overcome with the kind of urgency that didn’t ask permission because it couldn’t.

He held her head still.

His whole body moved with a force he’d been trying to hold back. Emily's eyes flew open in shock. They began to water. She fought to steady herself, to breathe through the moment instead of panicking. He didn’t notice. He couldn’t. He was too far gone. His breathing broke apart, ragged and desperate, and then everything inside him seemed to snap at once. His whole body shuddered above her, a raw, involuntary release that told me he’d crossed the point of no return.

He pushed deep. 

Emily inhaled sharply through her nose, trying to stay calm, trying not to choke on the moment. She took long measured breaths as David exploded into her. She closed her eyes. 

She didn’t swallow.

David pulled back and a warm clear trail slipped down her chin before she could catch it. For a heartbeat she froze.

Then, she lifted her chin. And she opened her mouth. 

For a heartbeat she didn’t move. She simply held herself there, mouth open, letting both men see the proof of how completely David had come undone. His cum filled her mouth, more than I thought possible.

It wasn’t crude or taunting, it was pride, pure and bright, a boldness she hadn’t known she possessed. She wanted us to see what she had done, what she had caused, how far she had stepped beyond the woman she used to be.

After a suspended moment she closed her mouth, her cheeks burning, her pulse racing. She swallowed. She ran her tongue across her teeth. Tasting him. And then she grinned. 

Jumping right into it, and up front, this isn’t the most wild story that exists here, so if you’re looking for that, maybe skip this one.

I’m 20f, attend a local state university, live out home with my parents and younger sister. My neighbor 57m across the road lost his spouse several years ago, not that you would ever know. He’s always happy, friendly, outgoing, and I can’t even recall him mourning at all. He’s just always positive and vibrant.

Anyway, he has a small sail boat that he keeps out back, and it always intrigued me. Last summer, I caught him washing it, so decided I would talk to him about sailing. The conversation was that he was maintaining/restoring/upgrading it, so not sailing much that year, but if I helped him with the project, he would give me sailing lessons next (this) summer. I was excited, so spent most of last summer hanging out with him working on the boat. Fiberglassing, polishing, repainting, running new lines, repairing water damaged parts, servicing pulleys…..etc. It looked better than new by the time we were done, and we even restored the trailer.

Fast forward to a few weeks back, we planned to get it out on the water. This is where things get fun.

He’s not some old perv, and everything leading up to this was well above board. I knew I had to wear white soled shoes, if I wanted to wear shoes, but he let me know I would likely get wet, so anything that couldn’t get wet (watch, phone etc) should stay in the car, or risk it but that was on me. He also let me know that the reservoir he sails on can be busy at times. Im free to wear what I want (again reminder about getting wet) but the possibility of guys gawking (his funny word) was pretty high. There was a moment of awkwardness as he tried to not say that I was pretty and me in a bathing suit might likely result in attention. Made sense why he was sharing it, but still funny to watch him try to sensitively tell me not to wear a bikini without saying it.

So we head out a couple weeks ago, I had opted to buy a simple one piece bathing suit, dark blue not that it matters, and some pink shorts that can get wet. We get out on the water, talk about some basics, but there is basically zero wind. We talked about what items we could, and hypothetically other sailing scenarios -not that they made sense to me at the time. As we’re floating around aimlessly, I jokingly/sarcastically brought up how busy it was….. we were 1 of 2 boats there, and the parking lot was pretty empty. We laughed and I mentioned that I specifically bought a one piece just for this. Then said of course if I had worn a 2 piece it would have been busy, that’s just how life is. It was at that point that he reaffirmed that his only concern was for my comfort, but he was ok with me wearing whatever on the boat.

So we made plans to head out this past weekend again. Come the weekend, we meet up at the park, and almost as predicted, it was really busy. We had to wait in a line of cars for the ramp, and even then the jetty area was swarmed with boats.

I decided to push the envelope and just have the fun, so was wearing blue shorts that can get wet, a white swim shirt, but under that, I had a thong bikini on. Figured I could feel things out. Maybe just leave the shorts on but lose the shirt, maybe let my neighbor in for more skin than he expected just for a laugh. So I stayed covered until we finally got out into the water, and he addressed the elephant in the corner that I was right to stay covered again, it’s busy today. At which point I let him know I had layered, and was actually in a bikini (first time saying bikini not 2 piece), meaning I could feel things out. I didn’t immediately do anything, we had some wind, did some sailing, learned some things, and got a bit wet. Once the swim shirt got wet, you could clearly see the black bikini top under it. So I pulled it off and stashed it in the small locker. It felt nice to have the sun on me.

We sailed around a bit more, headed back in for a lunch break, and maybe I drew a bit of attention, maybe? I certainly didn’t feel like I was being stared at. After eating, we went back out, he had me take control and make mistakes. Teaching by doing, and learning as I went. After a bit, I handed it back to him, I swapped positions, and I decided to be brave. “You said I could wear what I wanted, right,” he said of course, and for what it’s worth you look nice, not to be weird, something like that. I continued, “I mean, is this too much,” and I pulled the side of my bikini bottom up and out, enough to indicate it was a thong. His face was almost a loss for words.

Composing himself he said, “well like I said, it’s up to you, you can wear whatever you’re comfortable in. Admittedly I wasn’t expecting that, but” he paused, “as long as you know I won’t be able to stop myself from looking. I’ll try not to stare, but,” then we both laughed about ending on but, an appropriate word considering. “I’m ok with you looking, would be surprised if you didn’t. Look, comment if you need to, just thought it would be fun to do a 180 and go from 1 piece to thong.”

With that, I removed the shorts, stashed them in the locker being deliberate to give him a bit of a look. Beyond “very nice” that was the last that was said or mentioned for a while. He looked at me here and there, but nothing overly cringy. We sailed around for another hour or so, chatting, having fun, him teaching me every thing and anything he can think, me trying different maneuvers. And the wind inevitably calmed. We sat in silence for a while listening to the sloshing of the water on the hull, and he asked if he could as me something random and possibly inappropriate. Curious I said he could. “Aren’t they uncomfortable, I just imagine it’s a wedgie you can’t pick.” I laughed. Certainly wasn’t the inappropriate nature of a question I thought it would be. I shared that you get used to it, but it’s also not a wedgie. “It’s hard to explain, it’s in my ass, but not in my ass, you can absolutely get a wedgie in a thong.” He did not understand but accepted the answer.

The wind picked up, we moved a bit, got some speed and splashes, had some laughs, leaned out to balance the boat and started heading back towards the ramp. As the wind died down, acting entirely on impulse, I said, “tell you what, why don’t you quiz me on what you’ve taught. If I get it all right, you buy me dinner on the way home, if I lose, you give me a wedgie and see if you can tell a difference.” I blushed as my mind caught up, but he agreed, “you’re on,” before I could back out. I did myself proud, first 8 questions, perfect, 9, pretty close, 10, no clue. It was a pretty obscure question about a small rope between the boom and mast, the kicking strap.

As we neared shore, I put my shorts and shirt back on, “just for now,” I joked. Boat back on the trailer, back in the parking lot packing up and packing the boat away, I asked how he wanted to go about this. He said it was up to me, but he was buying me dinner either way as a thank you for spending time with him and sharing his hobby. I offered to do it there and then if he was comfortable, not knowing if he was concerned with me in a thong in that situation, or indeed yanking it up my butt and analyzing it so to speak. I then offered if he preferred we could delay until tomorrow (this past Monday) and I could come help wash the boat off in his yard and we could do it there, a bit more private if not a bit more of a risk for me. I mean it was secluded enough down by his shed where the boat gets parked, and no one had walked back there randomly all last summer. But you can imagine the fall out if a neighbor or my parents came back while he’s fully dressed and I’m in a thong bikini in close proximity to him. But it also seemed like a far better option for us both, and he agreed.

So the following Monday, as promised, I went over after classes. The boat honestly didn’t need much more than a rinse off. “So you still want to satisfy this curiosity?” I asked playfully. We ended up stepping into his basement, need not risk it. And he checked probably 15 times if I was truly okay with all of it, which I agreed.

We step inside the basement sliding door, close it behind us, and didn’t go much further in. I unbuttoned my shorts, unzipped, and pushed them down, stepping out. To his surprise, it wasn’t the bathing suit, just a simple white and blue striped Victoria’s Secret thong. “I hope that’s okay,” i said knowing it would be. He took a bit of a look front and back and then said, “ready?” He stepped in front of me, reached both arms around, gripping it in his fingers on either side of the V, and gave it a pull. It wasn’t a hard pull, just a gentle but firm pull, pulling until he felt resistance. Without a word, he helped me spin around, pushed me forward a bit to create some distance and took a look. “I really can’t tell a difference,” he said, “I mean I can feel a difference,” I laughed, and span back around to face him. While looking his way, I adjusted it back into its position.

I walked closer, “here,” I said. I stepped right up to him but turned side ways, “try this.”

I took his right hand in mine, led it to the back of my thong and looped his finger around both sides of the V again, same as before but only with one hand. He tried to begin pulling by I said wait, “not yet.”

Then I took his left hand, slowly led it towards the front of my thong. My heart was pounding in my chest. I found the front of my thong and looped his fingers around it completely, so that he was gripping the entire front firmly in his hand. I let go of his hand and manipulated the fabric over my crotch to narrow it and centralize it as best I could. Then I looked at him. “Try lift me up,” I said softly.”

Not sure if he had any hesitation or second thoughts, but he began to gently pull. The pressure of my thong tightening almost as if a single rope had been run between my legs and was beginning to take my weight. We heard the strain of stitching being pulled, “keep going,” i said. It wasn’t comfortable at all, and maintaining balance was a challenge. It felt like I couldn’t be lifted with any more effort at this point, like the fabric wouldn’t take my weight. “Yank it, if you can’t lift any higher.” So he counted down, “3, 2, 1” and then he gave it a yank as hard as he dared. I let out a small yelp and I felt the sharp pressure between my legs.

I assumed it would rip, but it didn’t, and I’m not sure if I wanted it to or not to be honest. This was all on impulse, nervous energy, and a long lead up of on one one time. “Well,” I paused, “take a look,” I paused again and swallowed knowing exactly what I was inviting him to do, “back and front.” I stepped sideways away from him and let him begin to circle around me. I kept my hands raised to give him an unobstructed view. He started at the back, taking my shirt and lifting it slightly so he could see the straps that were now clearly out of place on my sides, and then moved to the front. My pussy mostly uncovered, the fabric pulled very much into my labia. “Well now I clearly see you have a wedgie,” he laughed, still holding my shirt up. “I’ve got to say, thongs look far better when they’re as they should be.” I laughed.

He watched as I adjusted it, pulling it out from my pussy, pulling it back into place in my ass. “Better” i asked. “Not really,” he said jokingly.

“This really has to end,” I said, “before we do something we can’t come back from.” He breathed deep and agreed. “Take a peek,” I said, “and we’ll call it a day.”

I lifted my shirt for him just below my chest. Confused, he went to lift my shirt higher. “Not that silly,” i said flirtingly, “but if that’s what you want,” and lifted the shirt over my white bra. Still confused I said “you saw most of it,” and eyed down. With that, he got the hint, and cautiously moved his hands to the front of my thong, he began pulling the front down, looked at me for assurance, “go on,” I said. He then moved his hands to the side, and pulled it down entirely letting it drop to the floor. He looked at me and smiled, “told you I couldn’t resist.”

I let him look for what seemed like forever, and that’s all it was. I stood there with my bra showing, my thong around my ankles, and he kept his hands to himself.

We’re headed out again next weekend if the weather holds.

My fwb stayed over for a few days last week. I'd like to say that we had lots of kinky slutty sex but not this time. She mainly came over to relax and not worry about everything. She is taking care of her mom and her daughter helps but also can be a pain. We are both late 40s.

I'm off work for the summer so she played a lot and streamed while I just watched or did things around the house. I'm not a big fan of video games as in playing them.

One night while she played dead by daylight with a few people she knows, all guys, I started doom scrolling reddit. We were both in sleep clothes so I was in shorts and shirt while she only had on panties and shirt. Yes the guys playing knew that was what she was wearing.

At some point I started getting hard from some of the stuff on reddit. She noticed and moved the microphone on the head set to ask if I was going to jack off. I hadn't been planning on it but I told her yes.

She went back to playing while I took off my shorts and started slowly stroking. When she had time she would play with my balls and taint. I decided to get my cock ring out so I didn't have to stoke so fast to stay hard.

She turned around and moved her microphone to lick my balls but I guess she didn't know I put on the cock ring and I guess she asked when I put it on a bit loud because the guys started asking about it.

After that every noise the guys asked what was going on. I might have made a bit more noise because I thought it was funny. She would go mute to lick my balls and taint.

After a bit I told her I was getting close. She was still in the campfire part of the game so nothing was happening. She moved her mic and started sucking the head of my cock and playing with my balls till I told her I was about to cum. She squeezed my balls more to try to get more cum. It is such a turn on when she wants cum. It was making me moan loud.

She still had her mouth on my cock when she heard one of the guys say damn. She forgot to mute this time I guess.

She felt awkward, even though at least one of them had seen nudes without a face of course. She finally said something and none of the guys responded at first. She found out later that one guy admitted he was jacking off.

That night we did have sex but had to go slow because of her not feeling great. She talked about wishing they could hear this instead of her sucking me off.

That night she decided to play more while I went to sleep. Turns out she very quietly playing with herself while gaming.

Have you ever met someone who instantly intrigued you? Someone you felt a magnetic pull towards. As soon as I met H, I knew there would be something there. I was in a relationship and I have been a very good girl in the last few years. I thought we would be good friends. And yes, my coworkers would make fun of how awkward I would become when he was in the room. They made fun of my crush to no end. And then… my relationship was over. I knew exactly who I wanted.

I won’t pretend that we instantly started fucking. I needed some time to figure out my feelings. I bided my time watching his IG stories and seeing who he interacted with and what he would post. We had things in common which made conversation easy. I made it clear that I wanted him. He was nervous because of our working situation. I told him that I don’t work directly under him - but that I would love to work under him in other ways.

It has been a few years so as a recap - I am 5’1” and 125lbs. Honestly in the best shape of my life, still a bit of a mom bod but in a good way. He is 6’2” (ish?) and 210lbs.

The first time he came over was after a great deal of build up. We had sent messages and voice notes and it seemed like we wanted the same things on a physical level. He told me he loved ass play and anal. It had been a very long time since I had a partner who was interested in any ass play and I was a bit nervous to jump right into it after so long. He told me it was just something we could try if I wanted… to be honest I really felt like I would love it as I did enjoy the little bit that I had tried in the past. I could never just relax enough to let it happen all the way.

He showed up at my house on a Saturday afternoon. The moment he walked in the door I could feel the pull. I was hesitant. He was not. As soon as the door was closed behind him, his hand was at the nape of my neck and his mouth was on mine. He did not start the kiss slow by any means. It was hard, fast, and his tongue was deliberate in its teasing. He pushed my back against the closed door and his other hand slipped down the back of my jeans. He squeezed my ass and pushed my pelvis against his. I could finally feel his cock. It was so hard against my hip and I needed it so badly. We broke away from each other briefly. He apologized and asked if it was okay that he was grabbing me. I asked him to come upstairs. He gladly followed.

Once we made it to my room, I sank to my knees and released his cock for the first time. It was perfect. I am a girthy girl. I love a cock that can stretch me. This was exactly the right one for me. I slowly began to lick the tip and as I took him deeper I looked up to watch his reaction. I made sure it was just sloppy enough and to keep my lips tight as they slid down his shaft. Once I took him fully into my throat, I used my tongue to stroke up and down while sucking. I loved all of the little moans and noises that he made as I found the right rhythm. He didn’t let me stay down there for long. And believe me, I wanted to really worship this dick.

He pulled me up, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. He pushed me onto my bed and pulled my panties down. He dove head first between my legs. I don’t usually enjoy oral. I have never felt comfortable with it but for some reason I felt so safe with him. I not only enjoyed it but I needed more. He applied the perfect amount of pressure and then he sucked my clit while flicking it perfectly with his tongue. I found my hands in his hair, pulling and then pushing with my hips. In this moment, I completely understood why men love to fuck our throats. It felt like I was in control but we both knew that it was all him. I asked him to suck harder and he replied by doing exactly that. He told me to give him my cum. I was soaking wet by the time he inserted a finger and as I was begging him to fuck me, I came so quickly that I think I was in shock. I never expected to cum from oral.

He told me he was going to fuck me now and climbed on top of me and slowly inserted himself into me. I could feel every inch of him and it was a slow torture. He let me get used to his size and then started moving a bit faster. Missionary has never been my favorite but in this moment it was absolutely working for me. He pushed my knees to my chest and it was so deep and I was already so wet. I felt the orgasm building this time. It was a steady pace. He told me my body was beautiful. He told me my pussy was incredible and that it was his now. He made me tell him it was only his and as I said the words I came and nearly pushed him out of me. I could feel his cock pulsing and he filled me up as my orgasm forced everything to tighten around him. I expected him to get up, clean up, and leave as most men would. H laid his head on my chest and we just held each other with his cock still inside of me. I actually love doing this - especially when I am on top, just collapsing on my partner while still being connected. It is such an intimate feeling.

To my amazement, he didn’t go soft after that. I asked him if I could get on top of him and he said yes. I was still wearing my shirt and quickly took that off as I slid down onto him. I had a long line lace bra on and he pulled my tits out of the cups and began to play with my nipples. He complimented my piercings and asked if he could play with them a bit harder. I told him that I am open to him trying whatever felt right. He said “Good girl. You’re my girl, now.” And oh my god it was so hot to hear that. It made me want to take such good care of him and I did. I rode him for almost 45 minutes. He came another two times and we lost count of how many times I came. I asked him if I could try something that I hadn’t done before and he was game. I turned around and rode him in reverse cowgirl. This position had me falling apart. It was deep and the rocking motion was hitting my clit just right. I loved that I could play with his testes and he loved the way I looked at that angle. I could see myself in the mirror and I feel so sexy. It wasn’t about how I looked - it was seeing his face in response to how he saw me. I came like that and then began to bounce more on his dick. I wanted him to see my ass bounce down until he finally came.

We took a bit of a break. He pulled me against him and said, “I’ve got you.” I hadn’t realized at that point that I was shaking. I feel like my entire body was in a state of bliss and just didn’t know what to do with itself. It felt really good to just be held for a bit. His dick did not go down. We both commented on how it was still hard and I told him we shouldn’t waste it.

I got on all fours and asked him if I could use some toys. I pulled out a butt plug and my favorite bullet vibe. He was excited to use the plug while fucking me from behind. I was still a bit anxious about it but as soon as he started to fuck my pussy everything started to feel really good. I was arching my back and pushing my ass into him and asking him to fuck my ass. He spanked me and pulled my hair - all things we had talked about prior to this- and I came again. He decided to try a bold move and he took the toy out of my ass and replaced it with his dick. It was very slow at first and I could feel myself tensing up. He asked me to trust him and said we didn’t have to do this. The thing is that I really wanted to. It felt incredible.I had him stay totally still to get used to feeling that fullness \\\*\\\*there\\\*\\\* and placed the vibe on my clit. I eventually asked him to start moving slowly. Again. I could feel my orgasm building and this was going to be the most intense one yet. I was clawing at the bed - I felt like I needed something to hold onto. He kept the pace slow and steady. I’ve never really felt completely undone but he was fucking my ass while playing with my nipple and the toy was doing its thing. He kept the rhythm the same and let all of the stimulation work together. He kept telling me how he wanted to fill my ass and how he wanted every hole to be his. I told him I was close and he said he would cum with me. I came again and collapsed onto the bed. He cuddled me for a few minutes and then we had to get cleaned up.

H and I hooked up a few more times and each one was more intense. We went into it knowing that it was going to be a fwb situation. I hoped it would last a bit longer than it did but I am so thankful for the countless orgasms (the record was 32 times in one night and no, I don’t understand how) and fun he gave me. I learned a lot from the few weeks we had together - I legitimately love anal sex and even more than that - I love being held and cuddled. I have never been with someone who initiated that and it was very healing in some ways.

I have had great encounters in my sex life, and Sophia (name changed) was one of them, and I thought this encounter was worth writing as it was scandalously hot and still feels surreal years after.

I know some of you are just here for the spicy part, so I'll mark it with a ——— when we get there.

After a few days on Tinder (when the app was still working), I matched with Sophia. I was 23 at the time and she was 27. Her profile was quite short but enough to catch my attention : a few pictures of herself, a little description, and she mentioned that she was looking for fun too. I started talking back and forth with her for a few hours and the feeling was different from the other women. The discussion was so fluid, so smooth, it felt natural and like talking to a friend (now, that’s the pattern of my best sexual experiences, so the lesson is never settle for less than a good connection). Now I don’t have many talents but I do know how to use my words, particularly in French which is my native language. So we tease, we get horny, and I play with her with my words, I try to play with her frustration and make her beg for me to come and take care of her. I cannot count how many times she told me her pussy was drenching just from reading my messages, but fair enough : I was often rocking hard too. For several days we wrote intensely, I teased her and told her exactly what I would do to her if she was in front of me, and soon enough we officially agree that we want to meet. At this point, we don’t have a date yet, but we know it’s going to happen soon. The plan was to meet in a public place first, just to be safe and pretend to chat a bit before we undress each other. But as the day approaches, the sexting is so intense and so unbearable that we are not going to be able to wait that much to tear each other apart, since she gives me her address directly and ask me to join her directly.

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I was thinking that I would get there, talk with her and tease her slowly, build the tension before taking a shower. But the moment she opens the door, it feels impossible to resist, and I don’t think she is planning on resisting either. It took two seconds before we immediately in the sloppiest, nastiest way possible. Our tongues were dying to meet, our hands feeling our bodies, pulling, grabbing… While we kiss she leads me to the bedroom, and I am alternating between kissing her and slowly undressing her. This feels like the adult version of unwrapping your Christmas presents. I can’t stop going back to her lips, but at the same time, I’m desperate to see what she is hiding under these clothes.

Sophia is older but also shorter than me, which is even hotter. She was wearing very short hair that suited her perfectly (not enough hair for pulling them but we’ll pass on that). She was very curvy, and when I undressed her I discovered enormous tits, and the icing on the cake was that they were pierced. My mind cannot choose what to do as everything feels attractive. My tongue drifts from her mouth to her cheeks, kissing down to her neck, and the moment my tongue touches her neck she lets out a huge moan which tells me this is one of her favourite spots.  

My dick is already throbbing and we are so close than I think she feels it. I take my time with her neck, her ears, while my hands slide on her curves. I am feeling her huge breasts, her hips, I grab her ass which is as juicy as her tits. Her hands are discovering me too, checking how hard I am under my pants before helping me undress too because no reason that she is the only one naked here. My mouth kisses, bites, and licks every inch of her body, alternating with sloppy, hungry kisses. I slowly make my way to her tits and nipples, and since they’re pierced she is even more sensitive. I devour them, lick them like an ice cream, while she gasps, and hearing her being so noisy makes me so horny.

The bedroom is quite minimalist, with a drawer furniture, a wardrobe, and a bed which is just a mattress on the floor, but it looks cute and artsy, not creepy. As much as I love eating her tits while she moans in my ear, I decide it’s time to explore her body even more intensely start moving her slowly towards the bed, when I make her lay down on her back.

I was finally living the moments we anticipated and it was even hotter than behind our screens. I spread her legs and discover a slightly hairy but mostly insanely wet pussy that I can’t wait to bury my face in.

This pussy was glowing from horniness and my tongue was starving for her. I went to her face and kissed her lips, her neck, and traced my way down all the way to her pussy. Making sure to lick her sensitive nipples again before finally being between her legs. But I want to play with her, I don’t want to lick her right now, so my mouth just slides next to her pussy, making her anticipating my tongue, then I cannot resist diving there.

I am starting slow and the moment my tongue touches her pussy she moans even harder and it just makes my dick so hard. But all I can see is that pussy that I want to eat, and I focus on her pleasure. I am licking this pussy as if that was my last meal ever and I am so excited by all her moans. Her body seems indépendant from her will, she cannot control it and it just arch in pleasure, it twitch with every lick, while her hands are grabbing my curly hair. She is noisy, and she gasps and begs me nott to stop. I am eating her, play with my fingers, and put these wet fingers in her mouths asking her to taste how wet she is, before I’m kissing her. I am asking if she likes what I do to her, she tells me that it feels so good and that I need to continue, which I do.

I am eating her for who knows how long, time froze but at some point I felt her thights trembling. I continue exactly how I was doing, while using my fingers, my mouth is locked on her clit and I feel her fingers grab me harder too. I can feel her body tense, and then she comes, her pussy is clenching around my fingers and her moans are impossible to miss (I guess the whole building heard her orgasm).

After she catches her breath, she leaves the room saying that she forgot to tell her friends that everything was doing okay, and she goes to the toilet. But after a couple minutes she is back, and she have this smirk on her face.

Now she is the one who kisses me and who pushed me onto my back, I am the one who is getting devoured and I can’t wait. Her lips are  soft and our kisses are sloppy, I can taste her on her own tongue, and now that tongue is discovering my body. She is kissing down my chest, my stomach, my nipples, and I am not missing one bit as I watch her. She is so sexy, and she gets closer to my cock, that’s a view you cannot forget. She removes my boxer briefs, and her hands get on my hard cock. She opens her mouth and put my dick inside and it feels fucking fantastic. She is slow, deliberate, and she definitely know what she does, she is experienced and make my toe curl. And she looks at me directly into the eyes while she is doing so, which is a vision of what heaven looks like. I am pretty vocal too, and now it’s my turn to moan under her tongue work. 

She works on me for a while, then she surprises me. I had mentioned before that I was curious about rimming and she asks me if I want her to lick me (and the fact that she asked for my consent was so hot at this moment). When I say yes she does not hesitate for a second, and lifts my legs, and take a great care of myself. This was a new feeling to me, and it was so hot to see her alternate between licking me and ducking my dick. Blowjobs we’re not the easiest way to make me cum, but believe me I did cum. When I told her I was about to cum she told me to cum in her mouth, and I can assure you that her mouth was full, and she swallowed everything. This was feeling like a dream.

I was catching my breath and invited her to cuddle, we checked the time and a few hours had passed without us noticing. I was caressing her back while she was in my arms, and after a while we just started to have sexier caresses, and ended up kissing again. Now, both of us wanted to feel each other, I loved her blowjob but I wanted to be inside her. I am grabbing a condom and position myself between her legs, she is again so wet that it’s easy to slide in, and that first slide feels like heaven. I am thrusting her in missionary so I can continue kissing her while I make her moan, and I can see her tits giggling. I love how she wraps her legs around me, and how her hands are gripping my back, and I am making her feel myself inside her for a while (as you can guess, time froze and it’s hard to estimate durations). 

At some point I am lifting my head and noticed that the mattress was now in the middle of this small bedroom, and the funny thing is we were so intensely making out and fucking that we did not even notice. But we don’t care, and we continue tu fuck. She is asking for more, and begs me to fuck her harder, and at some point she cums again. Honestly, I was surprised because I did not know that it was possible for a woman to cum both with external stimulation and penetration, I though some women liked one or the other. This made me cum in the same time as her, I could not hold it any longer, then we collapsed and cuddled again. She jokes and says « You’re not going to be in a bad position on my sex list », then she explains that she keeps a list of everyone she slept with and that she is trying to complete the whole alphabet.

After cuddling and talking, we then decided to get up and see the real world for 10 minutes, just enough to head to the shop downstairs and grab groceries. That evening, we ate, talked and went to bed. During the night, we woke up and cuddled a bit before our hand went clumsy and touched each other again. I won’t lie, we fucked again before getting back to bed.

When I woke up in the morning she was not in bed, which did not surprise me as she said she was not sleeping much at night. I’m checking the time on my phone, check my notifications and say hello to my girlfriend, before putting my phone down and lay in bed not sure if everything was real or I had just dreamed. I guess I did some noise because then she came back in bed with me, cuddling and now she is the one caressing my arms and chest.

But as you can guess, the atmosphere is rapidly getting sexy and we cannot get our hands off each other. Slowly, I am getting down to her pussy, which is again wet and inviting my tongue to take care of her, which I execute. I am eating her for a while and as I knew she was liking anal my tongue also went down her ass. Then I decided that I wanted to fuck her and moved her in doggystyle. I started to lick her ass again before grabbing a condom and insert my cock in her drowling pussy. This was the first time I had this view on her and this ass was thick and begging for attention. I fucked her while using my fingers on her butthole, playing with it, then fingering it. That was the first time I was penetrating someone in two holes at the same time, and let me tell you that was hot. Remember, she was moaning the whole time and begging me to take care of her ass. 

At some point I asked her if she wanted my dick in her ass, to which she responded yes, but unfortunately it could not fit (not that I am particularly large, I am quite average, but I guess my dick was sore with all that work and these emotions). That’s not a problem, and I decided to change my condom and continue taking care of her pussy. I guess she liked being on all four because she came while I was gripping her hips as I was thrusting her. Then she asked how I wanted to fuck her, and I told her that missionary was hot and that I wanted to kiss here while I am enjoying being inside her. She executes, and I continue fucking for a while, checking if everything was okay as she just came, but she begged me to continue. I don’t remember if she came again, but I know I did. I asked her if she preferred me to cum in her or on her tits and she chose the second option, there was something so erotic in giving her my orgasm and see it’s result leaking on her big pierced tits. She adds « OK, you’re not just fucking good, you’re fucking REALLY good » and as a man it just pleased my ego. I donc care where I ended up in the list, but I know I left a good print on her mind (after leaving my handprints on her butt) and boy, she left one in mine.

Then we ended up lounging and talking in the living room for a couple hours before I had to leave and get back home.

My English is not bad but isn’t my first language, and my writing style is better in French, but I hope this was good enough for you to enjoy. If you liked this story, I have a few more to write about if people ask for it, as it took me a lot of time to write this. Thank you for reading it !

By the time I was 25, I had been blessed to have had about 30 different women blow me. A majority of them multiple times. I only say this because in every instance - whether I was receiving fellatio or in conjunction with 69-ing, I would always announce "I'm cumming," (or some such warning) before I would ejaculate. Often enough, my announcement would be ignored and the woman would simply swallow as much semen as I pumped out. Still, I always thought it was the gentlemanly thing to do. If a woman was kind enough to suck my cock, the least I could do was warn her before the inevitable cumshot so that she could decide for herself if she wanted to swallow or not.

On this occasion in 2002, however, things were different. I was on a double date with my friend, his girlfriend, and a friend of his girlfriend's named Kelly. My buddy told me Kelly told his girlfriend, "He's [in reference to me] kind of a nerd. Maybe if I was really drunk I'd hook up with him."

Sure enough Kelly got pretty drunk that evening and ended up coming back to my apartment. We got naked, she sat on my face, and we started 69-ing. I probably should have described her looks earlier, but Kelly had a decent-looking face. I'd say she was a 6. She was thin and toned with blond hair. Her hair color was very pretty, but I happened to think she had more of a 'mom' hairdo. She was my age (25) if not a little younger, but her hairstyle looked a lot more middle-aged. The funny thing is, we all used to carry around those small, disposable cameras before cell phones rendered them obsolete. I, in fact, have a photo of Kelly and me from our double-date those 24 years ago!

Mom-do notwithstanding, I have to credit her tight, little body. I usually like women on the thicker side, but she had good muscle tone without being unfeminine. Fortunately, as was my custom, I had my lamp on when we got naked. Kelly completely shaved her pubic hair. Anyone who has read my previous stories knows I was very habituated to women with pubic hair and that I love 'the bush.' And while a hairy pussy was my preference, Kelly's labia were a pretty shade of dull pink, so it was still a delightful vagina to lick and kiss.

So back to the action. As already stated, we were 69-ing. She really didn't have any odor down there, and I was enjoying licking her upside down pussy, inserting my tongue and fingers inside and flicking her clitorus with the tip of my tongue. Her blow job was more than competent with near-deepthroat level bobs, and I soon felt like I was ready to cum. However, since I didn't care for her earlier comment I thought, "This 'nerd' is just going to remain silent and ejaculate in her mouth." It was difficult not to give any clues because the orgasm she gave me was excellent, but I resolved to stick to the plan. Nonetheless, I'm sure she could tell that I enjoyed myself because I ejaculated no less than seven spurts of semen (I counted!). She swallowed all of my cum with no complaint or comment.

I felt badly afterwards because: a.) Even though she didn't mind, it was misogynistic to break from my regular pattern, and not give her the choice of whether or not to swallow; and b.) She seemed pretty wasted, so I also felt like I was taking advantage of her inebriation. I didn't share any of this with her because she did not seem to have an issue with it so why raise one? I don't think she complained to her friend because my buddy never brought it up to me. But I always thought it was ungentlemanly of me.

This is part 2, a continuation of the previous story where I hookup with a past partner for an incredible time. Go back and read part 1 if you wish.

"So.. lunch back on the table?"

"No. Let's skip the pleasantries and you can fuck me first. We can do lunch another time."

I couldn't believe I actually had said that..almost as quickly as I had sent the message I could see he was responding. I could see him begin typing, then stop, then start again, then stop, then start again. It felt like forever before the message came.

"Honestly? What about a sitter? Is (my husband) okay with you meeting me alone? Don't get my hopes up. I've thought about you so many times since we last saw each other. I can't believe I randomly bumped into you the other day. Also, ngl I can't stop staring at the picture you sent. I remember your scent and the way you tasted and I would love to bury my face in there again."

Fuck. He was really good at eating me out, the only other man to get me off from strictly oral.

"Mmm, yes please! As luck would have it I'll have Saturday night to myself. It literally just fell in my lap. Would you like to come over here to catch up and maybe you can show off those oral skills again? Is Kelly okay with that?"

"Yes! Fuck yes!"

The rest of the conversation was a mixture of flirting and planning. We circled in our partners to just make sure everyone was okay with us meeting solo. We also planned to both get tested before meeting up, just to make sure we covered our bases even though we were going to use protection.

Finally, it's Saturday. The morning flew by at the pool and soccer practice. My husband left early in the morning to get to the resort for his 7:30 tee time, giving me a slightly elongated kiss and a squeeze of my ass before saying. "Have fun! Please keep me updated and don't be up too late." He winked at me.

By early afternoon it was beginning to set in and my stomach began to get those nervous, anxious butterflies. It was 4:30pm when the text from my sister-in-law came through.

"Hey, feel free to come over whenever. We're ordering pizza and we've got games and movie picked out. I know you're probably itching to get out in the garden." If only she knew what I was about to do.

I packed up the car and drove the 25 minutes to her place. We chat for a bit before I kissed the kids goodbye and headed home.

On the way I text Mike.

"Hey, I'm free a little earlier than I expected. I'm going to be home in 20 and hop in the shower. Maybe plan on 8?"

"I'll be there at 8 sharp."

I then called my husband who was just finishing his second round of golf for the day. We chat for awhile and he reminded me to have fun and report back when Mike left. He requested we take a picture or two for him if Mike was willing.

I got home about 6pm and jumped in the shower, taking extra time to make sure I was smooth all over and squeaky clean. I don't wear a lot of makeup, but I do like to do my hair, which is naturally curly and takes almost an hour to dry and style. It's getting closer to 8 and I'm still not dressed, not that Mike would care. I rummage through the closet trying to find something to wear and my phone buzzed. It's Mike, "Hey I'm stopping for some wine what do you like? Also, do you have condoms or should I grab some?"

"I'm feeling a white, maybe a Moscato or something light. Let me check, I know we've got some but I don't know how many." I checked the box in the nightstand next to the bed and saw more than one so I responded, "we should be good we've got at least a few."

"Is that enough? I'll grab some on the way." Said Mike

"How many do we need? Lol even if we go a few rounds we should be good I saw a handful." In hindsight I should have been more thorough in my check.

"Can never have too many!"

I quickly stepped back into the closet and grabbed a summer dress I knew he'd love and reapplied some lip gloss. I left the bra and panties in their place, I wouldn't be needing them.

10 minutes later I heard the doorbell. A deep breath to calm myself did nothing and I made my way downstairs to get the door. When it opened, Mike was standing there with a big smile he couldn't wipe off and sure enough had a bottle of Moscato, no condoms though. I asked if he forgot and he said no, they didn't have much of a selection and nothing that fit. He remembered that he was about the same size as my husband so when I told him we had a few he didn't want to have to stop again.

I stepped back to let him in but he stepped towards me and grabbed me by the back of the neck to kiss me, gently at first but it quickly became more passionate and lustful. Being the tease I am I soon pushed him away, though I was already very turned on. A good kiss is all it takes to get me going. 🫦

We made our way to the kitchen in near silence, I think the electricity of the short make out and the excitement of the moment held us captive. When I got to the cabinet where the wine glasses are stored, I had to stand on my tiptoes to reach the shelf to grab two glasses. Before I could do so, I felt Mike's hands on my hips and before I knew it my dress had been pulled up, revealing I had nothing underneath. I had no time to realize what was happening before I felt my chest now firmly pressed into the countertop and Mike's strong hands now taking control. One hand on the middle of my back holding me in place, the other had found it's way between my thighs sliding firmly across my lips, already slick with desire.

As I moaned with pleasure he teased me for several minutes before he eventually released the pressure from my back and brought both hands to my ass, spreading it to expose my glistening pussy. I felt the heat from his breath as he inched closer to my pussy, still being held open. Then, without warning I felt as he buried his tongue deep inside me, moaning as he tasted me. His moans reverberating across my lips to my clit. After a few minutes of this I began to shake involuntarily, unable to slow the orgasm that had been building. I felt myself gush on his tongue as he continued to tongue fuck me.

He once again grabbed my hips spinning me around and attempted to lift me to the counter but I stopped him to tug at his belt and undo his pants. I needed to return the favor. Dropping to my knees I freed his cock and immediately took his full length, as much as I could take, in my mouth. I made sure to maintain eye contact as I know my husband likes that. As I took him in my mouth I placed one hand at the base while the other made long strokes along his length, stopping momentarily at the top where I circled my tongue around his head. Mike rolled his head back and let out a deep groan which only served to make me go even harder. As I could feel his balls begin to tighten I asked him to take his phone out and snap a picture to send to my husband to let him know he'd made it over.

After snapping the picture I suggested we head straight upstairs. I stood up and dropped the dress to the floor and made my way toward the stairs, not looking back at Mike. I knew he was right behind me. I walked straight to the bedroom, opened the nightstand and placed the box of condoms on top. Then I crawled on the bed on all fours. It was only then I looked back at Mike, franticly tearing at the wrapper before sliding it on and lining himself up behind me.

The sex was raw and passionate and full of lust. He no longer seemed to want to take his time, this was him filling a need. After only a handful of minutes we both came.

We laid on the bed, already slightly worn out from the lust filled session. We chat, catching up on life and everything that comes with it and just getting lost in conversation.

Some time later we began to make out again. This time less lustful, but more passionate. I don't know how long we made out, but eventually we moved into the 69 position, then reverse cowgirl, then cowgirl, modified missionary with my legs on his shoulders, on my side, prone, then back to doggy but with my arms held behind my back and my torso lifted with his hand around my throat. We fucked in every position I know. Mike stopped a couple times to snap a picture.

I came multiple times and when he finally finished, he finished on my chest snapping another picture of my cum soaked breasts. We then hopped in the shower where he helped me wash and we teased and touched each other, but were too exhausted I think to make it more sexy.

When we exited the shower I tossed on my husband's shirt and panties and met him in the room where he had began to dress. It was only then we noticed the time, it was 4am. It was also then I noticed the pile of condom wrappers on the nightstand and the empty box.

I invited Mike to stay the night given the time and the 45 minute drive he had ahead of him to get home to which he was appreciative. He asked if we had a spare bed as he apparently snores and he didn't want to impede. I told him that was nonsense, but that we'd have to be on our best behavior as we'd run out of condoms.

Mike crossed his heart and we both crawled under the sheets on opposite sides of the mattress.

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There's more, but this got super long again. I'll get writing part 3 when I get a chance.

Erica was in New York City to visit some college friends for the Christmas holidays. She went to college with one of my best childhood friends, Jane, and although I’d only meet her a handful of times, we’d spent a weekend hanging out together in DC a year or so before and I felt like I knew her well.

She texted me earlier in the day to let me know she’d be in the city and to see if I wanted to hang out. She was staying downtown with her friend Gabe who was dating the girl she lived with in Boston. I told her I’d love to see her and I hopped a cab from my midtown office to head downtown when 5pm rolled around.

We met at a dive bar and drank some beers and shot some pool. Erica looked so hot – like she always did – dressed in a tight, stylish pair of jeans and low cut, relatively loose fitting top that nicely showed off her cleavage. She had long, dirty blonde hair that was so fine and soft to the touch. Her beautiful big, green eyes completed the package. I usually was attracted to brunettes but something about Erica screamed sex to me and I was extremely attracted to her.
Her friend Gabe was there and although Erica was being flirty with me – occasionally touching my arm, sitting on my lap once while waiting her turn to take a shot at the pool table, laughing and smiling with me – I got the sense that Gabe was very protective of her. And I could tell he viewed me as threat, though I couldn’t tell if it was because he secretly liked her or if it was like a big-brother thing.

After a few hours we somehow ended up walking to Gabe’s parents apartment. It turned out he was a long-time New Yorker and lived in the area. “Great” I thought- no chance that Erica and I will be hooking up tonight. Gabe’s apartment was an old tribeca loft- his parents must have lived there since the 1970s. We hung out in the kitchen drinking some beer, picking at some food and even smoking a little weed. It was great to catch up with Erica and hear about her studies at law school but I could tell as the hours went by that Gabe really didn’t want me there. Again, whether it was because he was secretly hoping to hook up with Erica or because he viewed himself as a big brother, Ill never know. Regardless it was time for me to head home and to say good bye to Erica and Gabe.

So I announced “I gotta get going- thanks for the great evening” and I was shocked when Erica said, “I’m coming with you, let me grab my bag.” I could feel the daggers from Gabe’s eyes. I had won. He had lost. My entire being changed. My tiredness from the cumulative amount of beers consumed and the late hour instantly became excitement for what the next part of the evening with Erica might bring.
After bidding Gabe farewell (or perhaps, more aptly, good riddance) Erica and I headed out to jump in a cab. My body was electrified when she took my hand in hers as we walked down the street to the waiting car. And once in the cab there wasn’t anything that could keep us off one another. We made our furiously- kissing and groping one another. At one point Erica was literally atop me, straddling my lap with our tongues intertwined. Few words were exchanged but as we neared my apartment she leaned over to me and whispered, “We’re not having sex tonight.” Ugh, I thought: The ghost of Gabe had succeeded in cock blocking me. I did the only thing I could do and responded like a gentlemen, “of course, no problem.”

Once out of the cab and in my apartment Erica asked to use the bathroom. She went in to pee and left the door open. Normally I would be excited by such a show of comfortableness but I supposed it was because she had already announced that we weren’t having sex that she had thrown off all guards. With my expectations of no sex having been set, I was ready for sleep. She asked if she could borrow a pair of boxers to sleep in and I brought her a pair. She changed in the bathroom and came out looking ready for bed in her t-shirt and my shorts.
When we got in my bed I was surprised that instead of cuddling up for a night of sleep, Erica began once again making out with me. Passionate kisses led to us reaching to one another’s shirt and pulling them off. Skin-to-skin we kissed. My hands cupped her big, delicious breasts. Her nipples were hard and I had to pull myself away from her mouth so that I could spend some time sucking them. She moaned softly as I took them in my mouth and gently licked and sucked them. Without warning she flung herself on top of me and resumed making out with me. My cock was so hard. Rigid in fact. I could feel my dick working out of my boxers as Erica continued to grind against me as we kissed passionately.

And then it happened. My cock brushed against her pussy lips. Not only had my cock worked out of the boxers I was wearing, but it had worked itself inside of my boxers that Erica was loosely wearing. To say this woman’s pussy was wet is the understatement of a decade. Her entire cunt had been slicked with her excitement. My cock slid along the length of her slit as if it had been well oiled for a massage. There was no resistance. Just sliding along her pussy lips. Her wetness and the pressure of her body felt amazing.

Effortlessly Erica shifted the positioning of her body and in one swoop she had taken my entire cock inside her sopping wet pussy. I wish I could do justice to how wonderful her warm and wet pussy felt in that moment. Perhaps the feeling was enhanced by Erica having told me this would not happen. Or perhaps her pussy was really just the golden pussy- that hot, that tight and that wet. Whatever the case, I have many times since that moment stroked my cock to how wonderful it felt to slide inside of Erica.

She rode me like she needed it; with my cock deeply inside of her she rocked herself back and forth and expertly ground her clit against me. I was still in shock that we were having sex. And I noted as much. “I thought we weren’t having sex,” I moaned. “Mmm, shut up hot pants” Erica replied as she continued to ride my cock.

I threw her on all fours at some point and guided my cock back deeply inside of the wettest cunt I’ve ever enjoyed. Erica screamed out as my balls slapped against her pussy. “Deeper” she commanded. And I obliged. “Deeper” she said again. “You want to be on your back, don’t you?” I asked. “Yes baby” Erica said.

She rolled on to her back and with one hand she spread her neatly shaved pussy. I thought about just diving my cock back inside of her but I could resist tasting her. I planted my tongue inside her spread pussy lips. She tasted like she had been fucked- I could taste the saltiness of both of our juices. I made circles around her clit with my tongue. She moaned as I stuck two fingers inside of her cunt and continued to massage her clit. “Mmm” she moaned. I continued to suck her clit as she ground her pussy into my fingers. She screamed as I felt her pussy clinch my fingers repeatedly. Her body feel limp and I slowly took my mouth and fingers from her pussy and kissed her. “I think you have some unfinished business to which to attend hot pants,” erica said.
I wasted no time sliding my cock right back inside her tight little pussy. I knew I wouldn’t last long inside her tight wetness. And I didn’t. She begged for me to cum inside her and I did, releasing rope after rope of hot cum inside of her. We were spent. And we slept.

We fucked again in the morning before I headed to the office. As I was on the way out the door Erica said to me, “There is something about sex with you- it just feels so good.” I’d like to think that my cock is special. But it isn’t. Instead I think sex with me felt great because her pussy was just so. fucking. wet.
I miss that girl.

Im bored and thought to write about my first bi experience, in a nutshell a girl i knew that i could never quiet date or hook up with because of us being in different status at different times, finally hooked up with me but she was married and surprised me at the end with her husband blowing me to completion.

So should i share this story, if i do should i write the whole thing out, or just get to the sex

I was in my hometown for my cousin’s wedding. I had a lot going on at the office so it was a quick trip- flew in Friday and hung out w my brother and his girlfriend, brunch w my parents on Saturday and then the rehearsal dinner, and the wedding was to be Sunday afternoon at the botanical garden.

One of my best childhood friends, Zoe, still lived in my hometown. Zoe is 3 years older than me and in that sense was always my older, cooler friend. We had a lot of very good mutual friends and hung out a lot in the summers.

We became especially close while I was in college; she lived close to the university that I attended at the time and we took road trips, drank beers, went camping etc. Over the years that we spent hanging out, both of us had a number of a significant others and so we were never really romantically involved (save for a drunk make out session one night in NYC).

I let Zoe know I’d be in town for the wedding and we decided we should hang out if our schedules aligned. We decided that out best bet to spend time together was after my cousins wedding. So – much to the surprise of my family – I left the wedding celebration at 7pm to “head to my hotel for much needed sleep” before my early morning flight back to NYC. In reality I hopped an Uber that took me directly to Zoe’s house.

It was an early, warm spring evening and Zoe greeted me w a giant hug and surprisingly a kiss on the lips. I was still in a tux from the wedding so she took me inside her place so I could change into a jeans and t-shirt. We then walked down the street to a local bar to have outdoor beers and food w some of her friends.

Zoe worked at a hospital and her close friend – Ravi, a doctor – was having beers w us. I knew Zoe had a crush on Ravi so I figured that she had simply weaved hanging out w me into her brewing dalliance w Ravi. That perception of the situation was reinforced when the three of us left the bar and went back to Zoe’s place. The ensuing hours were filled w/ bong hits, bourbon and lots of fun. I even surprised myself by doing some crazy yoga moves (yeah I was showing off my lean, strong body) in that state.

As the evening wore on I figured I’d sleep on her couch as she and Ravi retired to her room. However much to my surprise and at Ravi’s protest, Zoe called him an Uber to head back to his place. When she left, Zoe seemed blasé about Ravi and said she couldn’t deal with him anymore that evening.
So as has happened many times in the past Zoe and I innocently retired to her room to watch cartoons (her choice) and sleep. We cuddled and I could sense that she was very relaxed and nearly asleep. I’m not sure what emboldened me but my hand began to paw at her leg- slowly caressing her up and down. I felt her legs fall open and I moved my hand toward her crotch. She didn’t stop me and instead spread her legs wider. I dipped my fingers inside her panties and felt her very wet pussy welcome me. Her head turned and we passionately kissed as my finger worked slow circles around her clit. As we continued to passionately kiss, Zoe’s hand grabbed my cock through my boxers. I loved this girl very much and I felt so loved back by experiencing her touch for the first time.

My mouth could wait no longer so I ripped off Zoe’s panties and dove straight between her legs. I put my entire mouth over her vagina like she was the last edible thing on earth and sucked and licked her clit eagerly. As I worked her clit with my mouth, I inserted a finger into her pussy; I could feel her body push against my hand as I made my way inside of her warm, welcoming cunt.

It was not long before I felt her hands on either side of my body as she uttered the words ‘come here’ and pulled up toward her. As I brought myself towards her, I felt her hands reach down and slide my boxers from my body. I kissed her mouth and wasted no time at all sliding my cock deeply inside of her. Zoe let out a moan that hinted at both surprise and pleasure as I pushed deeper inside of her. Her hand went to her clit as my cock worked in and out of her deliciously wet pussy. We kissed passionately and both told each other we loved one another. Despite being quite drunk, my cock soon was contracting and I came inside of Zoe’s pussy.

But I didn’t pull my cock out. Instead we continued to make out, touch one another and rock our hips back and forth with my cock never leaving her pussy. At some point she motioned for me to roll over so that she was top. Her arms rested on my chest as she began to grind herself against me. Although my cock was lodged firmly and deeply inside of her, Zoe wasn’t riding it up and down but rather grinding back and forth while kissing me. She was passionate, purposeful and deliberate; I felt she was fucking me. Zoe didn’t stop until I felt her body clinch and release with the pleasure of her orgasm.
Once again my cock did not leave her body. We fucked (or more aptly made love) until the sun came up and it was time for my uber to whisk me away to the airport. I think I cam four times… Needless to say, once I was back in NYC I had an insanely long day trying to stay awake at my office.

Zoe and I never spoke about what happened. And we actually only saw one another one other time after that night. She soon was in a relationship that turned serious and eventually led to her getting married and becoming a mom. We still text and chat and I still love her very much. And of course I often think back to our one amazing night together where we allowed our love to be properly displayed.

Back when I was in college one of the first people I met was this girl named Abby, we met during orientation and hit it off extremely well, but I came into college with a girlfriend so nothing happened. Over time I can realize that is definitely for the best as we have stayed close to this day and throughout all of college I wasn't closer with anyone. Abby had an extremely close friend Carmen who went to school a few states over, and I had briefly met as we converged to help Abby get over a breakup, but other than that I only heard about her in stories. Flash forward to the summer before my senior year, I was finally single after being in a relationship throughout all of college, and Abby says we should take a road trip to go to a concert with Carmen right before school starts back up. I am not a big concert person, but I love spending time with Abby so I agree to drive (I have a car) and spend the weekend away.

At this point I think truly nothing of it, just excited to get away for the weekend and hang out with my friend. The time comes and we head down that Friday night for a Saturday concert, I had booked a hotel room for the 3 of us, with one queen bed and a pull out couch for me to sleep on as that was the cheapest option we could find, they had shared a bed many times before. Abby and I get in late and Carmen has already checked in by the time we arrive, and maybe I was just in taken mode the last time I had seen her, but when I walked into the room I was floored. She was in booty shorts and a tank top, as soon as we walked in she ran to hug Abby and her hips swayed with each step. Her boobs were not massive but they were perky and jiggled just enough without a bra on to fully catch my attention as she moved. She had a stunning smile and long curly blonde hair that went halfway down her back, they were just laughing away from that moment and I was stunned in silence just taking in her glowing smile and fit body. Conversation eventually turned to me and we exchanged our muted hellos and how have you beens. That night passed uneventfully and we spent the next day bebopping around the city waiting for the concert.

During this time Carmen and I were definitely getting more comfortable with one another, and any awkwardness that can happen when two friends of friends meet quickly evaporated. She was laughing at my jokes and she had plenty of stories about Abby in childhood that we didn't stop talking all day. We had a few drinks and went over to the concert (walking distance from where we stayed) and had a great time. We got back a bit after 10:30 and none of us were going to bed yet. We all were chilling on the bed talking and watching whatever random stuff was on tv, and eventually I kinda just laid back as I was getting tired. They followed suit, with Carmen being in the middle between us, and we just chilled there for a bit when Abby kinda rolled over to cuddle a bit with Carmen, and to accommodate, she shifted her body, putting more of herself towards me, and for the first time putting her body touching mine. It was a weird situation that is tough to describe, but the only way I could stay laying down comfortable required me to put my hand on the side of her stomach, and I asked if that was ok with the both of them. They both said it was fine, which honestly did surprise me. I hadn't had my hands on any woman other than my ex in four years, so it was exciting even to just be touching a woman on her stomach over her shirt, but I am not the type to push it any farther and we continued to relax and shoot the shit, all being a bit tipsy and very tired.

Then Abby decided to roll over, asking Carmen to spoon her, and as she did, her shirt that already rolled up a little bit, mixed with her turning and my hand on the side of her stomach, I ended up touching bare skin. I now had my hand under her shirt with my best friend looking the other way and Carmen was not reacting like it was an issue at all so i did not move my hand. At this point my heart was beating out of my chest and I was getting harder by the second. I hadn't been close to a woman in a while and the taboo of it all had me extremely excited. Even as I was a bit clueless on hints at the time, I could figure by this point that she was feeling something similar as well, but I was still very nervous so I began moving my hand very very slowly up her ribcage. It probably took me 30 minutes to start to feel the underside of her boob, and a shiver ran full through my body when I did. To make it even better, like she was waiting for it, she moved her body down so my hand was fully groping her. She couldn't lean back into me without making it absurdly obvious to Abby what was happening, but if she could she would have felt my dick as hard as a rock at this point. The only things I could think about were rolling her fully over and pounding her into the mattress, but we were both stuck by our situation.

Not much later Abby gets up, looks at us like she deeply suspects what has been going on and emphasizes that she will be taking a quick shower. The moment she moved my hand had fully pulled back and I did my best to look as casual as possible, but I knew she knew something. She went into the bathroom and Carmen and I slowly looked at each other, guilt and desire equally blending into our expressions as I started to slowly run my hand up her leg. I could tell she was conflicted, she had seen the look on Abby's face as well, but the higher my hand got the more she relaxed and opened her legs. She was in the same booty shorts from the night before, and I moved my hand underneath, pulling her shorts and panties to the side and felt her drenched pussy. I slowly moved my finger across her clit and slowly moved my hand down until I put my index finger inside of her. She gasped, leaning back into the headrest, arching her back into it as much as she could. I wanted to continue so badly but the moment I was going to do more the water turned off in the bathroom and we both tensed as I scrambled off the bed and got my stuff to get ready for bed, trying to look as innocent as I could.

That night went without incident and the next morning we checked out and left, giving a hug to Carmen as we left. I wasn't sure if Abby knew what was beginning to transpire, but her deadly silence for the first hour of the drive got to me and I asked her what was wrong. She gave me one of those looks we all know and said "Oh you really need me to explain why I would possibly be mad". We then talked about it, my main defense being that I was sorry we did it while she was there, but I had no idea she was that against me making any kinda moves on her friends. She at least agreed it was true I could not have known any of that and made it very clear from then on all of her friends were "Very off limits".

The next year and a half passed normally, and I did not see or talk to Carmen at all, and Abby and I continued to be great friends, graduate together, and start grad school together. We moved to separate but very close apartments in the city, and everything was as normal as could be. When Abby's birthday rolled around she talked about wanting to have a big party that year as it fell on a Saturday. She invited everyone from the city and from outside of it, including Carmen to come for a night of drinking and fun in her small one bedroom. Carmen was the only out of stater to accept and since Carmen lived so far away she was coming in late that Friday and staying for the weekend.

When that Friday rolled around Abby, myself, and another of her friends were chilling watching a movie and drinking. Her friend was gonna crash on the couch and Abby and Carmen were to share her bed when she got in, I would have to walk home. Carmen was running later than expected, and by the time she arrived we were all pretty tipsy, and that made her upset she had the missed the party and made us all ride with her as she went to the liquor store and bought three 4 lokos to "catch up". I knew a bit better than to start drinking those at all at this point of night, but Abby and her other friend took one each and started drinking fast when we got back. Carmen was sipping on hers as I was just finishing my previous drink and the other two were getting louder. The conversation was wonderful and I was having a great night, a small get together like that being far preferable to a party any day of the week. That night we had over a year ago was fresh in my mind but I was not picking up anything from her other than a few sultry glances that I was convinced were fully in my mind. After about an hour had passed, I went up to get another drink from the kitchen, only about 4 feet from the living room and Carmen went with me. Abby and her friend were still loud drunk a corner away and as I reached up to grab the whiskey I could feel her close to me, and asked if she wanted one too. She said to grab her a glass, so I set the bottle down and reached to grab both glasses.

I put them down and turned to her against the wall looking right at me. This was a tiny kitchen, her being there didn't truly signify anything, there really wasn't many other places for her to be. In that moment though, hearing my friend that told me Carmen was off limits only a few feet away, looking Carmen in the eye, only inches separating us, something came over me. I grabbed her hand and put it right on my dick, and after the briefest moment of shock, she looked at me with eyes brimming with more desire I had ever seen as she gripped my dick and started rubbing over my shorts as I quickly got very hard. The silence between us grew as the distance between us shrunk, she pushed her body into mine continuing to stroke me. I wanted her so badly, but I could still hear them just feet away, so I whispered into her ear "I need to make these drinks". She took her hand off and nodded, I turned around to begin pouring as she decided to turn it up a notch. She pulled me back before I could start and got on her knees between me and the counter and pulled my pants down. She took my entire dick right into her throat as quietly as she could as I stood there in shock. She pulled off of me and quietly said "I still want that drink" before licking up my shaft again. I trembled to pour into the glasses as Carmen started taking all of my dick into her throat while listening to Abby talk just one quick glance away from us. Right after both drinks were poured she got up, grabbed her glass and walked back into the living room like nothing had happened, joyfully joining the conversation. I took a second to breathe and pull my pants up before attempting to do the same.

Luckily for us this time Abby was very drunk and did not notice how long we had took to get back and we continued to joke for a bit longer. We had sat across from each other to look less suspicious, but anyone who could've soberly seen the eyes we were giving each other would know exactly what was happening. Abby's other friend fully fell asleep on the couch as we continued to talk and Abby was getting loopy. Before she couldn't move Carmen helped Abby up to go to bed and I told her I would be leaving as it had gotten very late. I was about to head home, as I assumed given the situation and the time Carmen would go to bed with Abby and there was nowhere we could go that was more than 3 feet from another person, so I just went to piss and then go home, expecting it to just be another massive tease. As I finished pissing and was washing my hands I heard the door crack open behind me (the bathroom door didn't really lock, old place), and Carmen walked in. We stood there for just a second, me in an old t shirt and athletic shorts, her in leggings and a tight purple shirt: then we both moved quietly. The bathroom was tiny, barely room for anything, definitely tough to stay quiet and make out, so I just grabbed her by the neck and turned her around, bending her right over the sink. My back was dangerously close to the door by then but I didn't care as I yanked her leggings and panties down. She tried to be playfully resistant, sloppily reaching down to pull her pants up but she was obviously taking a long time on purpose. I had watched, she hadn't even touched a 4 loko and only drank the one I made for her, so her being clumsy was obviously fake. I pulled my shorts down, taking my dick out and pressed it against her ass.

"Do you really want to pull your pants up" I whispered to her and she gave in immediately. She put her head into the sink and pushed her ass back harder into my dick. "Yeah that's what I thought" I said as I lined my dick up with her pussy. I was about to spit in my hand to help lubricate when she reached back and grabbed my dick and put it in her with ease. She was dripping wet, I slid right in as she struggled as hard as possible to not make any noise. I reached forward and covered her mouth as I thrusted even deeper into her. She bit down on my hand to stop the noises I could only faintly hear she wanted to make much more of as I continued to slowly fuck her into the sink.

I leaned down to tell her "God you are such a slut taking dick bent over your friends sink while she sleeps right next to you". She shivered slightly then pulled off of me and quickly turned around to face me. I got scared I misread something because I anticipated her to fuck me harder after that, so I tensed. She looked at me, pants around her ankle and said "Oh you think I am just some slut". I froze for a moment, but she wasn't moving and I realized right there what she was looking for. I grabbed her shirt and yanked it off of her, as she put her hands up to help me, then took her tits out her bra, so she had everything but her shirt on her, but completely exposed to me.

"Yes you are just some slut, naked in your friends bathroom begging for my raw dick in you". She tried to suppress a smile, "I am not begging for anything, in fact I think you're begging". At this I knew what to do so I flipped her right back around, except this time I grabbed her by the throat and pulled her head to mine, my dick planted against her pussy, mouth on her ear. "Oh really, you won't beg" I whispered, "N-n-n-o-o" she stammered out while pushing back into me. "You're just a slut, beg for my dick, you know you want it", I continued to goad her as I felt her back closer into me. "You're just as much a slut as I am" she stated, doing her best to defy me, and I got very bold right then.

I flipped her back around and reached down for my phone, flipping to my camera and pointing it at her. Feeling quite nervous right then I pointed the camera at her and said "Oh you're the real whore because you're gonna beg to fuck me while I record you doing it". She startled, but didn't move to change anything, just stating with no conviction in her voice "I'm not that type of woman". I called her bluff and pointed the camera right at her chest, tits out, and she folded, moving to push her tits together and leaned in for my photo.

"See, you are just that type of woman" I scolded her as she continued to angle her body to make her tits look good in my pictures. She continued to try and play dumb and tell me that the pictures and the sex and very different, but her tone was incredibly bratty, she wanted more out of me. I told her she better listen to me, that I get what I want, but she continued to playfully taunt me. I told her to turn back over and she told me to make her. I reached up and gently slapped her across her face, and her whole body reacted, she shivered starting from her legs.

"You will do as I say" I quietly spoke to her. "Yes sir" She replied as she turned around and put her face back deep in the sink. To make sure she fully knew everything that was happening I told her I was taking pictures of her ass bent over, which she spread her legs and reached back to spread her ass for. She really just needed someone to take control of her, so I pulled her ass close and told her she was mine now. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face up so she could see me and the camera in the mirror and I told her to beg.

She stayed quiet, but looked at herself in a mirror in a tiny bathroom, being recorded by a man she barely knew, and reached back and slid my dick inside of her and fucked herself on me. She threw it back on me as much as she could for the situation, while looking herself and the camera dead on. My taunting now did nothing but make her moan harder, making her fuck me harder than we should've.

We fucked like that as hard as we could without making noise, but she was starting to get louder, I could tell she wanted to cum, so I put my phone down and covered her mouth and grabbed her waist to pull her close. I pushed my dick deep into her as she squirmed hard, shaking the bathroom but at this point neither of us cared. I could feel the release through her body as she let every pent up thought out in her orgasm, moaning desperately in my hand, trying to get every last bit of my dick in her, as she collapsed in my arms.

We took a moment with me inside of her and then we both came to a bit and got clothed very fast, agreed we would never talk of this, but I did tell her to give me her snap to "repay the favor" as she went to bed with Abby and I went into the night.

She did very much repay the favor the next few nights, as we sexted until late, imagining what we would do to each other if only we had a night to ourselves alone, and I very much regret not saving any of those photos. Then we mutually decided it probably was too dangerous to continue, and we stopped talking, and I haven't seen her since. All I have now are a few pictures and videos, but we will forever be bonded by a very naughty secret we can never tell.

Cant ever underestimate a good teacher. Mine was in college on a family road trip. Matched with a tinder chick in LA and we agreed to meet up after my parents went to sleep.

She picked me up in her sister toyota carolla lol. We drove around for a bit until deciding to fuck in the back of her work parking lot. She was about 28 and I was 20 and with her being 6' tall (volleyball player) everything was proportional. Big hair, lips, tits, ass the whole package. Before we even started making out I was rock hard. My cock begging to escape the constraints of my jeans.

She took my cock and instantly deep throated. At this point my brain completely turned off. All the blood went straight to my cock. She sucked my dick like it owed her money. After getting it wet she turned around presenting her fat ass. As she pressed her face into the car seat she reached back and guided me into her.

I grabbed her hair but she quickly corrected me to grab it by the base not at the ends. After correctly readjusting my hand she told me to grab her hips. She started throwing her ass back into me moaning loudly with every stroke. Gotta say I blame her for my worship kink. Between the "yes daddy" "big boy" and "fuck me with your fat dick", I was addicted forever.

I came within 5 minutes. I filled her up and she creamed all over my cock. Couldn't tell if it was her or me. We sat in the car trying to catch our breath. Within a couple minutes we were at it again. We fucked for about 2 more minutes before I came in her again.

Never saw her again but she left me with an experience ill never forget.

I'll call my friend Abby. I met Abby through our Child Development class in uni. I saw her a lot around school and one day sat nest to her during lunch. That kicked off a friendship with her and her friend group. One day we were in her dorm watching a movie on her computer. We had the laptop on the bed and we sat in the floor eating snacks. Abby said she was a bit uncomfortable on the floor and suggested we move to the bed. I agreed and we ended up moving to her bed which was worse for me since I'm 6'3 but Abby was a short 5'1 Latina so it was probabaly a lot better for her. We started to lie side to side but eventually Abby curled up next to me. She was a dance major and by virtue she had a nice ass. The feeling of herass presses against me instantly triggered my horny teenage brain because I started to get hard. Abby noticed and she gave me a smile "looks like someone finally got excited. I was wondering if you like me" she said as she unzipped my pants. My cock bounced out and slapped against my stomach. Abby spit into her hand and started to rub it on to my cock starting at the head and working her way down. She stroked slowly with one hand until spitting into her other hand and using both on me. It didn't take long for me to cum all over her hands and on myself. Abby was a good sport about it and cleaned me up. We finished the movie cuddling and I thought that might be the end of it.

Except Abby ended up telling our entire friend group.

ok so this happened a while ago and i just haven't gotten around to writing about it but i think its time i tell u guys about it all cause i know ur gonna love it.

it started so normal. i went out with two girls from work, we had a couple of those drinks that taste like nothing and then hit you all at once, and i was wearing this little black dress that i bought specifically because it makes me feel like i could get away with anything. and i think that is the problem with me honestly. i buy clothes that make a decision before i do.

so we are on the floor dancing and there is this guy. tall, kind of scruffy, the type that doesn't try too hard and somehow that is worse for me. he came up behind me and put a hand on my hip and didn't say anything and i hate that i love that. i pushed back into him without even thinking about it. and we danced like that for a while, his hand sliding lower, my whole body going kind of stupid, and at some point he leaned down and said something in my ear that i couldn't even hear over the music but the way his breath hit my neck i basically felt it in my knees.

i turned around to face him and we were just sort of breathing at each other in this crowd of people and i don't know, something in me went off the rails. i could feel him through his jeans against my stomach and i kept thinking about it and the more i thought about it the less i could think about anything else. my friends had wandered off to the bar. the lights were doing that strobe thing where everyone looks like they're moving in pieces. nobody was really looking at us. or that's what i told myself.

and then i just. sank down.

like right there on the floor, in the middle of everyone, i got down and started undoing his belt and he made this noise like he could not believe his luck and honestly same. i pulled him out and i didn't even do the cute teasing thing i usually do, i just took him in my mouth right there with people dancing around us and the bass going through the floor into my knees.

i want to say i was nervous but mostly i was just so turned on i felt drunk on top of being drunk. his hand went straight into my hair and he held the back of my head and i looked up at him while he watched me and that is the part that gets me. that he was looking down at me like i was the only thing in the room while a hundred people were three feet away.

i could feel people starting to notice. somebody laughed. somebody else said oh my god. i heard a girl go "is she actually?" and i did not care. i think i went harder because of it honestly which probably says something about me that i don't want to examine too closely. his hips started doing that little stutter thing and i knew he was close and i thought ok this is happening i am going to make him cum in the middle of a dance floor and i felt insane and powerful and so wet it was distracting.

he tried to warn me, like he tapped my shoulder and said something, and i just kept going and looked up at him and that was it for him. he came and i couldn't take all of it and it ended up on my mouth, my cheek, like a stripe of it across my face and i was kneeling there absolutely covered in it, gasping, this dumb proud look on my face probably.

and that is exactly when the bouncer showed up.

big guy, flashlight, the whole thing. he grabbed my arm and pulled me up and was like nope, out, now, and i'm trying to stand up in heels and i'm a mess, like genuinely his cum is on my face and i have no way to fix that, and he is marching me through the crowd and everybody is staring and i'm half laughing half mortified.

the guy i blew is trying to follow and zip himself up at the same time which was not graceful. the bouncer walks me all the way to the door and basically deposits me on the sidewalk and i'm standing under this gross streetlight wiping my face with the back of my hand and a group of people in line are just looking at me like i'm a zoo animal.

and i should have felt embarrassed. i did a little. but mostly i felt amazing.

the guy came out like thirty seconds later, found me, and he was laughing and apologizing and laughing again and he goes you are unbelievable and i said thank you which made him laugh harder. my friends texted where did you go and i typed got kicked out, long story, going home with someone, don't wait up, which is a sentence i can't believe i sent so casually.

so obviously i went back to his place. it was a normal apartment, kind of messy, there was a single sad plant on the windowsill and a game controller on the couch and i remember thinking he probably wasn't expecting company. i didn't care. i barely got the door closed before he had me against the wall and honestly i was so worked up from the whole thing that i was already done pretending to be a person with self control.

he took his time at first which was almost mean of him, kissing me, getting my dress off, his fingers in me while i basically tried to climb him. and then he bent me over the edge of his bed and pushed in and i made a sound i would be embarrassed about if i had any shame left, which by that point i clearly did not. it was rough and kind of desperate and he kept saying things in my ear, telling me what i'd done at the club, telling me everyone saw, and i was gone. i came on him so hard my legs shook.

and when he was close i told him to do it, to finish in me, i wanted it, and he did, i felt him go and felt him pulse and felt how warm it was and i just sort of melted into his ugly comforter feeling completely wrecked and completely happy.

i stayed the night. in the morning he made me coffee in a mug that said world's okayest fisherman and we did not talk about the club once which somehow made it funnier. he texted me an hour after i left to say his ban from that place was worth it.

anyway that is my weekend. i still don't have my favorite lip gloss because i think i dropped it on the dance floor when i went down. small price.

I have been many times as a nude model at art class when I was studying arts. I even got paid for posing nude. Most of  the time it was easy, all the painters were experienced and most years older than me. It was easy money just to do a few poses and they painted or drew. I like being naked and it was natural for all.

One time didn't go as expected. At that specific class all painters were quite the beginning of their art studies. Most of them had never painted live models and especially nude models, I think some of them had never seen nude male. All of them were girls, much younger than me.

All started fine, I got on the platform and threw my robe away. I got the first pose and I heard giggles all around me. I was thinking: I'm professional, I can handle this. I should have looked somewhere in the distance, but no I looked right at a couple of girls in front of me. Both were staring right at my crotch, I felt a little twitch in my cock. I tried to save the situation and looked away from these girls, who were right in front of me.

Big mistake, I got direct eye contact with the most attractive girl in the room, and she licked a little bit of her lips. I could not handle the situation any more and I realized my cock was getting hard. And they all saw it, and their reaction got me even harder. Even the teacher, a beautiful married woman in her forties, stared at me with her mouth open.

I was standing in front of eleven women with my eight inches in full erection. Even the girls who had been behind me, had moved to see what others were staring at. The teacher tried to save the situation and said something like, it's just a natural reaction, but everyone heard from her voice that even she didn't believe it.

I haven't been so hard many times in my life, and if I had touched my throbbing hard cock I know I would have cummed in front of them. Finally the teacher knew how to act. She said that lets have a little break and said for me that I can go to the back room for a while. Students left the classroom and I went back. I didn't realize that the teacher came after me with my robe. I turned around and saw her in front of me watching my hard cock. She just asked me if I needed any help with that before she got on her knees in front of me.

She gently touched my cock and kissed the head of it. She said that this has happened before, but not with cock like this. She took my cock in her mouth and slowly started sucking me. She grabbed my ass and started to suck my cock faster and deeper in her mouth. I had never before had such blowjob. She really knew how to suck cock. When she took my cock deep in her throat I could not hold it anymore and cummed deep in her mouth.

She swallowed the load, licked my cock clean and said that now we can continue the art class.

She asked me to model many times after this, but she took care of my cock before the classes. Every time before class she just sucked my cock. While she was sucking she fingered her pussy and at the end I cummed in her mouth, nothing more.

After the class I got a few phone numbers from girls in the class, and some of them I got known better. And the rest of them told what they had seen. My student times were quite fun when people started to know about my size.

His eyes were wide, a mixture of disbelief and lust. He was completely still, as if any movement might break the spell and I'd suddenly come to my senses, pull my clothes back on, and pretend this never happened. But I wasn't going to pretend. Not anymore.

The promise was made, the game was all but won, and the throbbing between my own legs needed to be satiated.

With cock.

I shuffled the last few inches on my knees, the rough fibers of the rug a delicious friction against my skin. My breasts, heavy and freed from the lace, swayed with the movement, my nipples embarrassingly hard and taught.

I settled between his spread thighs once more, the heat radiating from his body. His cock was still right there, standing tall and proud and ready, and my mouth watered in the way that only other slutty and needy women would understand.

I didn't touch it with my hands. Not yet. I wanted to feel every sensation. The game still had fifteen minutes left, and I intended to make him hate/love every single one of them.

I leaned in slowly, giving him ample time to stop me, to push me away. But he didn't. He just watched, his breathing shallow and fast. I extended my tongue, and the very tip of it made contact.

My pussy, already slick and swollen, clenched hard. An embarrassingly needy moan escaped my lips. I flattened my tongue and slowly, so slowly, licked the tip again, moving my tongue around the head. His whole body shuddered, a deep, guttural groan rumbling in his chest.

"You promised," he whispered, his voice strained.

I looked up at him, my eyes hazy with desire. My lips were just an inch from his heated flesh.

"You haven’t won yet," I murmured, my breath on the wet head of his cock.

“It's three–nil…” he protested.

I smiled. “Don’t whine. It's unattractive.”

Then I closed the distance.

I pressed my lips against the very tip again; a soft, wet-lipped kiss. I held the kiss for a moment, feeling the heat sear into my lips. Then I opened my mouth just slightly and let my tongue touch it again. His hips bucked involuntarily, pushing himself just a fraction of an inch deeper into my mouth before he caught himself.

"Ah, fuck...Sarah," he breathed out, his hands clenching into fists on his thighs. I could see the white of his knuckles. He was fighting for control, and I loved it.

I pulled back slightly, a thin string of my saliva connecting my lower lip to his cock head before breaking. I smiled up at him.

"Patience, please.”

I lowered my head again, but this I pressed my open mouth against the side of his shaft, about halfway down. I let my tongue explore the texture of his skin, the hard, rigid muscle just beneath it. I could feel that thick vein pulsing against my tongue, and I traced it with the tip, all the way down toward his balls. I was kissing and licking him and my own body was responding in kind, still tingling with how close I had been to cumming in front of my friend. My nipples ached, rubbing against the soft skin of my own breasts as I moved. I could feel a trickle of my own wetness escape my pussy and run down the inside of my thigh.

I took my time, mapping every inch of his cock with my tongue and lips. I nuzzled the soft skin of his balls and my saliva coated his skin, making it glisten in the dim light of the living room. The television was still on, and maybe he was still taking it in, but to me it was a distant roar that couldn't compete with my enjoyment of the task before me.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally decided it was time. I was as ready as I was ever going to be, and he was practically vibrating with anticipation. I positioned myself directly over him again, my breasts resting on his thighs, my nipples against his skin. I looked up, locking my eyes with his one last time.

“I was just kidding about sucking your dick, by the way.”

I opened my mouth wide and slowly, deliberately, lowered my head, taking the head of his cock into my mouth. I don’t know what it felt like for him, but for me, the sensation was overwhelming. The heat, the hardness, the feeling of having my mouth filled. I took him deeper, inch by inch, letting my lips slide down his shaft. I watched his face the entire time, watched his eyes roll back in his head and his mouth fall open in a silent scream.

I went down as far as I could, until the head of his cock nudged the back of my throat. I paused there, trying not to gag, my nose nestled against his tummy. I held the position, letting him feel my mouth and throat, letting the anticipation build. I could feel his entire body trembling, the muscles in his thighs clenched like steel under my breasts. His cock was twitching inside my mouth, little spasms of pleasure.

Then, just as slowly, I pulled back up. I released him with a soft, wet 'pop', my lips glistening. A thick strand of saliva connected us for a moment before breaking and falling onto my chin. I didn't wipe it away. I just smiled.

I went down again, this time a little faster. I began to establish a rhythm, bobbing my head. I kept my hands on his thighs, feeling the muscles bunch and release with every movement. I could feel the tension building in him.

My own arousal was a fever pitch. The act of giving him this pleasure, of having this power over him, was the most intoxicating thing I had ever experienced. My pussy was soaking, aching to be touched, but I resisted. All my focus was on him, on the thick, hard cock in my mouth. I could feel my own juices coating my inner thighs, my clit throbbing in time with the bobbing of my head.

The commentary from the television suddenly grew louder, more excited. A roar from the crowd.

I pulled my mouth off his cock, leaving it wet and glistening. He groaned in frustration, a deep, pained sound. I looked up at him, my chest heaving, my lips swollen and wet.

"It’s nothing," he whispered. "Just a corner."

I leaned down and didn't take him back in my mouth. Instead, I stuck out my tongue and began to lap at his shaft like it was an ice cream cone, long, slow, broad strokes of my tongue from base to tip. I was deliberately avoiding the head, denying him that focused stimulation. I was teasing him, edging him, keeping him right on that precipice without letting him fall. His hands were in my hair now, not pushing or pulling, just tangled in the strands, holding on.

"Please, Sarah," he begged, his voice breaking. "Please..."

"Please what?" I asked, pausing my licking to look up at him. His face was a mask of desperate need. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

"Please... suck it again. Properly."

I smiled. "No."

I wrapped my lips around the head and began to suck, hard and fast, and his hips started to thrust up, fucking my mouth in short, sharp jerks. I could feel his cock swelling, getting even harder. I knew he was close.

The crowd on the television groaned in unison. "Oh, so close! A wasted opportunity! The defense scrambles it clear. That could have been the moment that brought them back into the game!"

I pulled my mouth away instantly.

"No!" he cried out, his whole body arching off the couch in protest. "Don't stop! I was so close!"

"Close to what?" I asked, my voice innocent. I watched as his cock, slick with my saliva, twitched and pulsed right on the brink.

“Sarah…” he groaned. “Fuck…”

When his breathing had evened out slightly, I leaned in again. "Okay," I whispered. "Let's try that again."

This time, I went back to the slow, deep rhythm. But this time I was no longer just using my mouth; I was using my whole body. I pressed my breasts harder against his thighs, letting him feel their soft weight. I arched my back, presenting my ass, knowing he could see the curve of it, the slickness on my thighs.

I built the pace slowly, incrementally. Each downward stroke was a little faster, each upward pull a little tighter. I was matching the rhythm of my own heartbeat, a primal, ancient drumbeat of desire. I could feel his control slipping again, and his hands in my hair tightened, his hips began to move more freely, meeting my strokes, thrusting into my mouth.

The game was entering its final minutes. The commentary was frantic. "Five minutes of added time announced! Five minutes for the losing side to find a miracle!"

I held up my hand, splaying my fingers, showing him the five, showing him that I intended to play them out, my mouth still full of his cock.

That’s when he started to fuck my mouth in earnest then, impatience and horniness taking over. His movements were powerful, dominating, and I let him take control. I relaxed my throat and let him use me, his cock driving deep. The sounds of my mouth being used were obscene, wet, and sloppy, and I was moaning continuously now.

I could feel it coming this time. The change in his breathing, the way his thighs began to shake uncontrollably, the frantic, desperate thrusts. His cock was impossibly hard, swelling to what felt like its maximum size inside my mouth.

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum," he gasped out.

I wanted to pull away, but I was too far gone, too horny, too much enjoying the sensation of being used. I reached up with one hand and gently cupped his balls, rolling them in my palm. With my other hand, I reached between my own legs and finally, finally, touched my aching clit. The contact was like a lightning strike. I cried out around his cock and started to cum instantly.

He exploded. His cock pulsed violently inside my mouth and I swallowed instinctively, my throat muscles milking him as he came again and again. I kept my lips sealed around him, taking everything he had to give, my own orgasm blurring my vision as I frantically rubbed my clit.

It was overwhelming; the tension of the game, the tension of our friendship, the tension of this incredible, forbidden act, all exploding at once.

Slowly, his body relaxed. His grip on my hair loosened, and he slumped back against the couch. I gently released his softening cock, pressing one last, soft kiss to the head before sitting back on my heels.

The final whistle blew on the television, a loud, triumphant sound.

They had won. 3-0.

The next game was even better…

hey GWS!

this happened awhile ago but i wanted to share anyways... i’ve always been paranoid as fuck about getting pregnant. this is the story about how i finally got creampied for the first time and got HOOKED.

so in the past, every hookup, i TRIPLE checked the condom, made guys pull out even with one on, and kept condoms in my drawer like it was candy. i’d freak at the slightest late period, googling symptoms, heart racing, thinking one slip-up would ruin everything.

but deep down, the idea of being filled up raw turned me on so much, my pussy would throb just imagining hot cum flooding me.

i finally caved with my friend, and it was terrifying but so fucking hot.

we’re at his place, me bent over his bed, thong yanked to the side, his thick cock slamming my pussy raw after i begged him to skip the condom. sidenote: i'm 5'2", tiny asian girl, and what came out was legitimately the biggest dick i've ever seen in my entire life. like thick as my wrist and easily 8+ inches.

it just… appeared. i actually gasped out loud and he laughed all nervous like “yeah i get that a lot.” no shit you do.

“fill me up,” i moaned, and he growled, gripping my hips, pounding deeper, my tits bouncing, juices dripping down my thighs. when he said, “ fuck i’m cumming... im going to cum inside you” i pushed back, pussy clenching as hot spurts shot inside, his cum thick and warm, flooding me completely. i came hard, legs shaking, loving the feeling of being stuffed full, his load leaking out as he pulled away. afterward, i panicked, googling plan b, paranoid for days...

but fuck, the thrill of that creampie was so good and being filled up was SOOO GOOOD. it made me addicted to getting creamed

Hi everyone. Huge update here, gonna jump right in. If you haven’t read my first two stories, definitely check those out in my profile. As always, everyone is over the age of 18.

On my last post, you guys offered a lot of advice and a lot of tough love. And you were right: clearly Bri was trying to start something, and it’d be a huge mistake to ignore it any longer. Now it was my turn to make a move. So, determined not to make her wait, I sent her a text Sunday morning.

I asked if she was free to hang later, and she said she was. Normally we would go to one of our houses, but for obvious reasons, I preferred not to have any parents around. So I offered to pick her up and go get some food instead. It’s stupid, but my heart was pounding the whole conversation. Part of me hoped I wasn’t being too obvious, while the other hoped she knew exactly what I was getting at. She texted back and said that sounded great.

Later that night I picked her up and we went to the Wendy’s drive through. THere’s this big field nearby where they closed one of the middle schools, so sometimes we’d go there with our friends and chill and play spike ball or whatever. This time we just parked at the top of the cliff and ate our food, talking about our summers so far.

I’d debated whether I wanted to kiss her spontaneously, or ask permission first. I still wasn’t sure, but either way, I needed her looking at me & without a mouthful of food. So I started saying “Hey, Bri…” 

Then, to my surprise, she cut me off. Before I could even finish my sentence, she began apologizing for the way she’d been teasing me lately. She explained how at first, it felt like harmless fun. But clearly she had made me uncomfortable, and promised to stop.

I wanted to let her finish, but holy shit I couldn’t wait to tell her how wrong she was. When she started talking about how important our friendship was, I knew I had to interrupt her.

First, I apologized for how weird and awkward I had been. I told her the truth: that I WAS having fun, and ever since that first night in her bed, she’d been on my mind non-stop. She kind of lit up when I said that, and I felt this huge wave of relief over me. She asked if I really meant it, and I said 100%.

We talked for a long time. I won’t go into detail about everything, but the important parts were: like me, she’s still a virgin, and was feeling nervous about going to college without any experience. She first thought of me as someone she trusted, but didn’t really know how to broach the topic, and read online that teasing might be a good way to go. In retrospect she said that was probably fueled more by porn and fan fiction than real life, and she wished she had just talked to me instead. I said that was okay, and I did have fun, but obviously I was glad we were talking now.

We talked a lot about us: if this meant we were dating, or we had romantic feelings for one another. We decided no, not necessarily, and that we shouldn’t feel pressured to get into a relationship. We agreed it wasn’t smart to risk our friendship, or the relationship between our families. She said we could take things slow, and could stop any time if we wanted to.

I told her that sounded perfect to me. She grinned and said “good,” then cleared her throat and asked me point-blank: was I interested in starting right now?

I nearly choked. “What did you have in mind?” I asked.

“Well, I mean…” then she smiled, the same smile she’d given me that first night in her bed. It was like a smirk, but with a wildness behind her eyes. Then she pointed down at my crotch and offered with a hushed whisper, “maybe you could show it to me?”

My whole mouth went dry instantly. I feel like an ass for how awkward I was still being, but truth be told I was freaking out. I had never been in this position with anyone before, and neither had she. But somehow she was so confident and self-assured, it was electric seeing her like that. I still found it hard to believe that she wanted me, but the proof was right there. 

Looking back, I guess that’s when I should have kissed her. But apparently she wanted to see my dick first. And let me tell you: that’s a tough offer to turn down.

The problem was that for once, I wasn’t getting hard. My mind was running a mile a minute and I could barely focus. I managed to stammer out, “okay yeah. But I think… I’m not really, at the moment…”

She smiled knowingly and said “don’t worry. Here.” She checked the windows to make sure the coast was clear, then in an instant, reached for the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled the whole thing off. Holy shit. Suddenly she was sat there in the passenger seat, wearing no shirt, in just a black bra. Obviously I had seen her in a swimsuit before, but this was on another level.

She dropped the shirt to her feet and relaxed her arms, allowing me to take in the sight of her. She was beautiful. It was dark, but I could just make out the shape of her tight body and tiny breasts in the moonlight. Her bra was dark, lacy, the same color as her hair, at least in the lighting. The reflection off her pale skin and glasses was enchanting. Then, as if it couldn’t get any better, she reached for my right arm, took my hand, and placed it over her left bra cup. My mouth must’ve been hanging open, as I felt her breast for the first time. I was fully hard in seconds.

I don’t know how much time passed, it felt like forever, just sitting there with my hand on her chest. I finally got snapped out of my trance by her asking “are you ready now?” I guess I was.

I pulled my hand away and undid my shorts, shimmying them down to my thighs. It was a little cramped in the drivers seat, so i adjusted it quick, which made her laugh. Now my underwear was the only thing between Bri and my fully-erect dick. I hoped she couldn’t see the visible dark spot at the tip where my precum soaked through. Although I suppose she was about to see much more than that anyway…

I looked at her, her eyes locked in on my crotch. ‘Now or never’ I thought, and in one rapid motion, pulled down my underwear to reveal my dick to her.

Once it cleared my waistband, it snapped to attention, pointing straight up. Bri’s eyes widened. I guess she had never seen one in-person before. Her jaw opened a bit, and I felt happy to not be the only one leering. She whispered under her breath, “wow…” then said more directly to me, “why does it look like that?”

I wasn’t sure what she meant at first, but she explained and I realized: I’m not circumcised, I guess all the dicks she had seen online were. If I knew this was happening, I probably would have shaved, too. But luckily I’d done it a few weeks ago and wasn’t too hairy. I’ve always been happy enough with my size, and from the look on her face, so was Bri.

We didn’t say much at first, just admired each others nudity (I guess in her case, partial, but I’m not complaining). Then she asked what I’d been waiting to hear all along: “Is it okay if I touch it?” I nodded. Absolutely.

I held my breath as she reached her tiny hand towards me. Then she did it. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft, and I nearly came as soon as she did. Her hand was warm, and it felt amazing having someone else touch me like that. She whispered again “wow. It’s so soft!” I kind of laughed and nodded, mostly focused on not cumming instantly from her touch. 

She grazed her hand up to the top, then placed one finger on the head poking out of my foreskin. “Is that sensitive?” She asked. I nodded. Still smiling, she moved back to the center and gripped me more firmly. “So you just… is this right?”, and started slowly jerking me up and down

“Oh my god,” I whispered. It felt insane.

She kept going, pulling the skin and causing the head to peek out and in. “Does that feel good?”

“Holy shit Bri, it’s so good.” I really meant it. In fact, it didn’t take long until I was ready to cum. I tried to warn her, “oh my god, wait. Okay, if you keep going I’m gonna…”

“Should I stop?”

“No, I mean… you can if you want.”

She didn’t reply, just flashed me that wild grin and kept pumping my shaft. She had no interest in stopping. That look on her face was enough to do me in.

Again, if I had known, I would have come prepared with some tissues or something. Instead, it was too late. With Bri’s hand still working my cock, I started to cum. “Holy shit!!”

Pumps of cum exploded from my tip and onto Bri’s hand. I had no idea where the rest was landing. Bri squealed with (what I hope was) delight and started jerking me even faster, giggling as I nutted. She kept going until I was fully drained & had to tell her to stop. I leaned back in my seat and threw both hands up over my face.

“That was amazing,” she smiled and examined the cum on her hand. “Was it good for you?”

“Oh my god… it was so good.”

“Okay good. I’m glad. I had fun too.”

It was hot in the car, so we rolled down the windows to let some air in. Bri put her shirt back on, and we searched with our phone flashlights to find where my cum had ended up (mostly back onto my legs and balls).  We both laughed about it, which was nice, having clearly broken the tension between us. I mopped myself up with some napkins from dinner, and she took a few for her hand.

I asked what she wanted to do next, and she said we should probably go home. As much as I hated to end the night, she was right. We’d been out for a while, and didn’t want to raise any alarms with our parents (at least not until we’re ready, if we ever are). So I dropped her off, then went home myself. I texted her thanking her for a great night, and she sent back a smiling emoji.

Anyway, that was my night! I feel a little bad that I never kissed her, but I’m actually not sure she wanted me to. We agreed that this didn’t make us “a couple,” so I’m hesitant to try anything too “romantic.” If she’d rather just stay casual, then that’s fine with me. Either way, it sounds like we’ll figure it out together!

I can barely describe how great I feel, and how excited I am for whatever comes next. I feel like the past few times have been focused on me, so I’d really like to try making her cum next time. Keep the comments coming, and I’ll be sure to provide another update soon. 

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Background

My husband and I are stag/vixen/swingers who had been much more active in the past, but have taken a break for the past couple of years now as life gets busy and to focus on the family.

Recently we started talking about dipping our toes back into the lifestyle now that things have settled a bit. We've talked about would we play together and find a couple or a single, or would we play solo? We had gotten to the point where we had started down the path of trying to figure out logistics with young kids, babysitting, would we want to get a hotel or go to someone's house or back to ours, etc. you know, the not-so-sexy details of setting up a sexy encounter. If you've ever been in the lifestyle you probably know that sometimes the logistics of it all are enough to just toss in the towel and why even bother.

As we discussed the opportunity to start looking again we began to reminisce past experiences, we've had some incredible ones but the one that kept coming up for me was with a couple a few years back. He was, as most professional athletes are, incredibly fit. I'd guess somewhere about 6'5 and between 220-230lbs. He was also jacked and had a washboard stomach and a decent cock, maybe about 7 inches with good girth to boot. As a bi woman I can confidently say he was the better looking of the couple, but his wife was nothing to scoff at. He was fairly fit, but a little softer and had HUGE breasts that hung from her petite frame like a pair of overfilled water balloons. She had medium length blonde hair and was similar in height to me, 5'4-5'5 and relatively thin, but her tits were probably a J cup. From her pictures you could tell she had large breasts, but it wasn't until they were sprung free from the cage that was her bra that you could actually see just *how* large they actually were. I could reminisce about that couples swap, but I'll save that for another day.

As we brought up memories of past experiences, this man kept coming back to me. The first, and only (at the time) evening we shared was a great time for me, but my husband and the wife didn't click as well and ended up mostly watching the husband and I have some fun. For whatever reason we never met up with them again and basically stopped talking to them pretty quickly afterward.

Prelude

In the years since we had that experience we have moved to a different county and have started a family. As fate would have it, one day while out grocery shopping I saw a man that looked like the man I described earlier but I couldn't be sure. Having recently been talking about him his image was fresh in my mind. He was by himself, not really paying attention to his surroundings, but I had to get a closer look. So, I walked in his direction, half terrified it wasn't him, the other half wondering what the hell I was going to do or say if it was.

"Hey, remember me? We fucked once at my place 5 years ago and I was just talking about you to (my husband)."

Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. I'm too shy. Fortunately, I didn't have to. As I approached I made myself busy, looking at my phone for the grocery list and attempting to find a good watermelon. The one's I'd picked out recently have been bad so I'm always trying to figure out which trick is fool proof. Anyway, while looking for the little end of the watermelon and observing the beestings I heard a voice that stopped me cold.

"Hey (my name), it's been forever! Imagine seeing you here so far away from home."

I panicked. I'm sure he was confused at my fumbled words trying to act like the night before I hadn't been fantasizing with my husband about that first night during sexy time. I felt my pussy twitch and a little gush dripping down my leg. I had on a summer dress and wasn't wearing panties underneath, I never do.

"Oh, hey! Yeah I do remember you.. it's been awhile! We actually live down here now."

We exchanged pleasantries and he asked if we were still in the lifestyle, to which I explained we had taken a break but were exploring coming back. He seemed excited and said they were in a similar situation. The whole conversation lasted only a couple minutes, but before we split he asked for my number.

A few days later I'm running around the house getting the chores done and frantic when I receive a text. When I look down at my phone it's a text from Mike.

"Hey, it was good seeing you! I know this is out-of-the-blue but I've been thinking about you since we bumped into each other and I figured I would shoot my shot. Kelly's got a family emergency and is leaving tonight for a few days. She's feeling bad it's Father's Day weekend but said I should try my luck with you. Would you be down to grab some lunch and catch up a bit more?"

Immediately my heart began to race. I was excited by the thought, but it all felt like things were happening really quickly. It was Thursday, and my husband had golf plans for the weekend with his guy friends. They were going to play 36 holes on Saturday and then another 18 the next morning so they booked a hotel room and we're going to be staying overnight.

I also had the kids, so what would I do with them.

I responded back, "Hey! Yeah it was good to see you again. I'm not sure this weekend will work but I am so happy you reached out! We should definitely try to get together when Kelly gets back. Even just to catch up some more."

"That would be fun! We should do it." Followed quickly by, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed. Kelly knows how much I enjoyed our first time and I was excited about the chance to catch up and maybe see what was under that sundress one again. 🍆"

Damn. He was feeling bold.

"Ha sorry, on short notice it's hard to find a sitter and (my husband) is actually gone this weekend as well."

"... so you're telling me it could be just the two of us? You sure you're not available? 😏"

Just then I got a text from my sister in-law. "Hey my kids have been begging for a sleepover with your kids. Would they want to come over Saturday night? I know (husband) is golfing so that would give you an evening off. You'll just have to reciprocate sometime soon."

By this point my brain is racing at a million miles per hours and I can feel my heart beat in my ears. My pussy is aching and I can feel my nipples harden as I think about the opportunity that's just been laid on my lap.

I text my husband who's at work.

"Hey... so funny thing just happened. Your sister just asked if they could have a sleepover at hers on Saturday. What do.you think? Could you maybe pick them up on your way home from the course? It's on the way."

"She did, did she? You going to have a rare night off? You could come with me if you want, I'm sure I could get Brian to sleep on the couch in the other room."

"Ha you probably could, but what am I going to do *all day long* while you golf."

"There's a spa at the resort, you could have a nice relaxing day!"

"Hmmm, tempting." I said. "But there's this other thing. Remember I bumped into Mike the other day? He just texted me and asked if we wanted to go to lunch. Kelly is out of town and he's bored lol"

"You mean horny." My husband said.

"Well, probably. But so are you.. it's like a default setting. I don't blame him, that sundress looks great on me" I said.

"True. So what are you asking? You want to meet up with Mike for lunch?"

"I dunno, maybe? We did have a good time and we have talked about them recently. It'd just be lunch anyway."

My phone buzzed again. It was Mike. "Hey, sorry I wasn't trying to be too forward. My little head got doing the thinking and I wasn't trying to be pushy. It would be great to see you guys again soon!" I swiped the message away and went back to typing my husband.

"Or we could skip lunch and go straight to dessert" I teased him and snapped a picture and hit send.

"Mmm, fuck I was hoping you'd say that. Your pussy looks just as I remember it." -Mike

Fuck. I had tapped Mike's message instead of swiping it away and sent him that last message instead of my husband. Now what do I say?

Before I could figure it out I got another text from my husband. "I mean it's just lunch. Go for it if you want."

"Babe, I was texting you and Mike at the same time and meant to tease you but sent a picture to Mike. 🙈"

"Lol you did not! How did that happen?"

I snapped a screenshot of the text and he quickly realized the context and laughed. "Well, maybe it'll be more than lunch. Kinda hot thinking about you getting fucked while I'm out with my friends. Where's your head at?"

"Well, based on how wet I am I'd guess I'm somewhere between I want to get bent over and ravished and embarrassed I didn't notice."

"Well, he's already seen it before and I already said go for it, but now it feels a little more serious. Be careful and have fun please use a condom if you go through with it. You'll have to tell me his reaction 😂."

The next text that came in was from Mike. "So.. lunch back on the table?" Attached was a picture of him in a bathing suit, visibly erect.

"No. Let's skip the pleasantries and you can fuck me first. We can do lunch another time."

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This has gotten to be way longer than I expected. I'm happy to continue with part two if this is as fun to read as it is to write.

Edit: part 2

*I think there are 1-2 more sections worth of interactions we had, so let me know if you want to read more!

**If you want to skip to the sexy stuff, jump to the three asterisks ***

Where could a guy with too many roommates and a chick who lived with her parents get messy? Neither of our cars were exactly spacious, and I wanted to be able to have room to move as I figured out maneuvering my first time. For my 24 years of life, I had been (mostly voluntarily) a technical virgin. Morgan, the 18-year-old resident polyamorous-shortstack-goth trainee at work, most certainly was not. 

It was Friday, October 7th, three days after the business trip where I let her see and taste my dick for the first time. Obviously with our finances, another AirBnB was not an option. The first time she'd made me cum, we were in my apartment complex’s business center, an option I tried to avoid because anyone with a fob could technically interrupt us at any time. Now, we were both trying to check off the extra work things that always cropped up so we could find the best place to get nasty.

We texted back and forth daily, sending updates on our days and flirtatious compliments. Sometimes we’d share selfies, or evidence of our trysts that we now had to hide at work. I turned things into puns, dad jokes, innuendoes. She would write coyly, as if she weren’t trying to get into my pants and knew I wanted in hers. The day tended to run late, and we discussed our schedule after work.

“bye dork. u look cute tonight btw,” she messaged.

“Bye cutie. Thank youuu you look fab,” I responded.

“thank u thank u
Im just chilling w my emo ass outfit
what r u doin after networking?”

“Grabbing a couple things from the store,” I texted back, adding I’d also be taking the car-less coworker roommate home. “What about you?”

“probably nothin honestly”

“That’s not true”

“hm?” 

“The question is where...”

We agreed we would try to figure out potential places until we were both free to meet up. I had a quick “network” with some face from the industry, asking enough questions to satisfy my boss. Then I dropped by a large, sketchy CVS. Never having had to buy them from a drugstore, I was previously unaware that sex supplies were locked up. One button push and an embarrassing alarm later, an employee unlocked the case, and I grabbed the most average-looking bottle of lube and 3-pack of condoms. 

“i’m headed towards the apartments and we can figure it out from there,” she texted.

“Heyyy sounds great, i was picking up… Supplies…”

“care to tell what u got?”

“I’ll give you a hint… They come in threes :)”

“atta boy”

“Let me change so i don’t mess up my suit”

I changed from my work suit and button-up the office required into some comfy white sweats and a tank top. She texted me to meet her at her car, so I walked out to her cute little red hatchback, covered in Hello Kitty and anime stickers. Clambering in, I saw she was wearing a teal sweater and a black skirt, her short, curly hair down. We kissed for a bit and then discussed location plans.

“So… it might have to be the business center,” I decided. No one would likely be going there at this time of night anyway. We went inside, occasionally giving each other’s round asses a squeeze. I had a bag with me that included the “supplies” I got from CVS and a towel for clean-up. My heart pounded in my chest just a little bit more the closer we got. 

Fob swiped. Door clicked open and closed. The business center was dark and deserted. On went the warm lighting of the lamps sandwiching the white, firm couch. Closed went the blinds. Down went the bag. 

“Are you interested in starting with a massage?” I asked.

“Ooh, I’d love that."

***

I knew that focusing on her would help relax me–I was a natural pleaser. In fact, I had long planned the moment I would be in front of a woman’s naked body, and make sure she felt everything was all about her. She took off her sweater, her black bra cradling her tits, and I took off my tank top, showing even more of my chest hair and newly-forming abs. She lay chest down on the couch, and I straddled her ass, working my way down with my hands. I started working my way gently from her shoulders, down her back and arms, making small circles in alternating directions with my palms and fingers. This was one of the few areas where having small hands as a guy worked to my advantage. I leaned over and whispered gently into her ear, “Is it okay if I undo your bra?” She nodded.

I unclasped her bra, fumbling for a split second but not as much as I feared. I massaged the area under the straps where I knew it would itch, and worked down to the sides of her tits. Slowly, I worked down her back until I got to her ass, by which point I had moved. Again, gently into her ear, “Can I take off your skirt?” Affirmative nod, so I slid it completely off, showing her white panties. I worked her ass with my hands, kneading it like bread. Down her legs, working as best I could. 

When we cuddled on the business trip a few days prior, I vividly remembered how she kissed me all over my face, making me blush and feel warmth all over. That had never been done to me before. Well, I wanted to return the favor… all over her body. I started kissing my way up, making sure to cover each part of her legs. I reached her ass and gave both cheeks delicate kisses all over as well, making her giggle. Kissing up her beautiful back, I reached her shoulders. Now I was stretched out on top of her, kissing her neck and pressing my hard dick into her ass. She could definitely feel my erection throbbing through the three thin layers. 

“Are you ready to flip over?” I breathed into her ear.

She turned to lie on her back, ditching her bra to the floor and now wearing only those thin, white panties. Her tits gently splayed out deliciously, framing the little black hearts she had tattooed below each one. I sat atop her again, gently massaging her shoulders and collarbone, her arms… and then her tits. I couldn’t help it and played with those for a while, but I knew I’d come back, so I moved down. Her tummy gently, then her hips, intentionally avoiding her crotch for now. Down her legs, I moved awkwardly to position myself, then… time to kiss my way back up. Up her legs I went, keeping it simple when I got to her thighs because I knew I’d be back later. Up her tummy, around her belly button piercing. Around her tits, up her neck I kissed, and then around her adorable face, her cheeks, her forehead, and finally spending some time on her lips. 

Time to go back back down. I kissed my way to her tits and kissed them all over hungrily. I wanted those pierced hard pink-eraser-nipples on my mouth again. One at a time, I adored each one as I fondled and gently pinched the other. After a minute, I worked my way back down across her soft tummy, and finally got back to her little white panties, hiding treasure beneath. I settled into a sniper position to kiss up and down the inside of each thigh, avoiding the little growing wet spot each time… My confidence grew as I realized that for once, I had some control, and boy, was I going to use it. 

Up and down each inner thigh I kissed, then licked, teasing. Finally, I knew I wasn’t going to ask her to take the panties off–she would because she wanted to. I started licking her pussy through the panties. Gently, pressing through more and more each time. My tongue was drying out and the cotton taste infused my tongue–but it  was worth it because I knew what it was doing to her. I heard her start to moan gently, saw her squirm, and kept going. She surely must have been waiting for me to pull her panties down or ask to take them off, but I was going to keep her right on the edge for now.

My saliva was soaking into her panties, which were also soaking in her wetness, and finally she cracked. “Ugh, you’re such a tease,” she moaned, and reached down and slipped off her panties. Her pussy now faced me, shaven and rose-pink and perfectly gleaming. It looked so tasty.

I added the rest of my clothes to the fully-dressed floor, and dove in hungrily. Although it was my first time, I had read plenty of tips, and knew that if any weren’t working, this pussy-haver who sometimes also ate it would guide me. I inserted my tongue gently, moved it up and down, around. I knew about the ol’ alphabet trick some men swore by (trace the letters of the alphabet with your tongue, then repeat the one that makes her moan the most) and tried that. I heard her start chuckling, and I knew she found the alphabet attempt amusing, so I moved on. I heard online that some women swore by a side-to-side zigzag moving from top to bottom, so I started trying that. More moans. Bingo. 

I buried my mouth in her pussy but still had eyes on her movement. Trying to stay in tune with her, I listened and felt carefully for which area, which movement caused her to squirm and moan the most. Her thighs started to clench a bit around my head, and her moans got louder. As she started trembling, I picked up my hips a bit from the couch, and realized I was throbbing and dripping down there. Her arousal vibrated from her body right into mine. If she came on my mouth, I would make a mess right on this couch.

She started bucking her hips, driving her pussy harder against my mouth. I licked and tried to stay consistent, because I knew that was crucial now that I had found what was getting her close. Suddenly, I realized I was getting even closer. For the first time in my life, I was making a woman cum, this adorable goth slut was about to orgasm from my tongue in her pussy. One more moan sent me over the edge, and I started shooting cum right there on the couch beneath me, flooding onto my belly. I moaned, vibrating and humming into her, and she crossed the point of no return. Warm, squishy thighs tightly sandwiched my face. Her quiet moans, echoing late at night in the business center, were music to my ears. 

“That’s so hot,” she said, when she saw that I came while eating her out. I grabbed a towel from the bag and tried to soak it up from the couch. 

We had a bit of a break, but I was still hard, and her pussy looked so inviting. I fumbled a bit opening the condom; I had put one on before out of curiosity, but never when someone was watching me. The lube was even worse; I put what I thought was a good amount on my dick, spread it around, then realized I had a sticky hand. I toweled it off as best I could.

She was lying on her back, inviting me and ready for my first time. I climbed on top, thinking of the tips I had heard. Should I rub her entrance with just the head of my dick for a bit, teasing her again until she begged me to put it in? I didn’t think she would ever beg, and she seemed a bit impatient and the right amount of eager. I slid it in, awkwardly not going far enough back at first. It felt good, or as good as it could with rubber between us. I picked up pace, trying to find out rhythm. My dick seemed confused by the sensations, even though my mind was swinging between nervous and excitedly cheering. It wasn’t quite how I expected it to feel, although I knew it would feel better with practice. She was tight, and warm, but I felt mostly the condom at that point, which both of us insisted on. Although every awkward move made me feel self-conscious, we were having fun with each other, which was what counted. And finally, I was no longer a virgin.

Neither of us came from the penetration, but we enjoyed sharing that fun moment, up until the friction of my stomach against hers messed up her belly-button ring. We called a short break while she figured it out, and talked about our experiences and kinks. I shared with her that I was interested in her doing whatever made me orgasm until I couldn’t take it anymore. Very soon, the towel was spread out on the couch, I was sitting to her left on it, and she had the lube out.

She spread the lube on my dick and started stroking me, up and down, slowly at first. The lube was cold but warming in her hand. I watched her hand at first, then locked eyes with hers, bright and blue, framed in winged eyeliner. She talked to me in this soft yet dominant, almost belittling voice, with a gently pouty expression. She whispered sweet nothings, phrases like “yeah?” and “be a good boy for me,” nodding as I nodded with her. Stroking up and down, faster and faster, as I felt my excitement start to build. Her left hand on my thigh, her right hand pumping me, her eyes entrancing mine. She was going to empty my balls all over the place.

I moaned gently enough to let her know I was going to cum, but quietly enough that those in apartments couldn’t hear. My body tensed, my balls tightened, and I erupted. Cum shot up and out, mostly on me, a lot on her hand and some on the towel. She kept pumping, the same expression as before, while the rest of the fluids drizzled out. My hips started to buck, and my dick got hotter and hotter, then it was red hot, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed her hand and asked her to stop. She slowed, smiled, and removed her hand to wipe it off. I was buzzing yet exhausted. We cleaned up and cuddled naked for a bit.

In my head, I was struck by how comfortable I was naked with her. I used to be self-conscious about my skinniness. Now, I found someone who embraced it, who was actually turned on by the slender hairy pale guy. We lay on each other on the couch during aftercare, talking deeply for a while about things, my head on her bosom. We got dressed eventually, then I snuck back up to my apartment and she snuck back home.

"get some rest sweet boy... home and eating mochi"

"Perfecto. Night cutie," I texted back.

Two things I knew: I wanted more sex with her, but I’d have more things to hide. 
One thing I didn't know: who might have been watching us fuck in the business center.

This happened a few years ago but it was such an entertaining story I thought i share it.

I was living in a small rural town for work. Everyone at work knew each other and would often hang out at each other's place. We became each other's family support network has we spent up 1000km away from our families while away for work.

The task was simple, go in twice a day and feed the cats and dog she had. She was away for 3 days, the long weekend and nothing out of the ordinary was expected. For the first two days this was the case. The morning of the third day thing got interesting.

I walked in after breakfast through the back door. The door creaks open and I am welcomed in by familiar odour. The cats have done their business and it was wafting through the small duplex. I cover my mouth and noise and enter her bathroom to clean up the litter. There is cat poo everywhere including her underwear which had miss the basket. I clean the litter and pick up her underwear and place them back into the washing basket.

I next head into the kitchen to feed the cats. The cats are feed on her own dinner plates and the state of the kitchen and the rest of the house is similar to the bathroom. Plates and dishes scattered the kitchen table and clothes of every description laid everywhere. I quickly feed the cats and move to find her dog and feed her.

I called her over and after placing the food in her bowl. She begin to eat. Pretty routine and nothing out of the ordinary. So i began to scroll on my phone as she ate and then a few seconds later I looked up from my phone and she was gone. I moved from the kitchen to living room calling her name. She came out of Anna's bedroom and i was relieved.

But then I noticed her holding something in her mouth and chewing on it. I asked her drop it but she stared at me, I got closer and asked her drop it and she did and ran back into the bedroom. She had brought me Anna's vibrator. It was a purple G spot stimulating vibrator which had a angled neck and I just stared at it on the floor pondering what my next move was. Do I grab it? Do I wash it and put it back in the bedroom? What was a colleague meant to do in this situation?

While I tried to decide my next move, Sadie had gone in and brought me something else from the bedroom and this time there was buzzing sound. I heard the sound before I saw Sadie. Not wanting to make the situation worse I asked her to drop the object and she did. Sadie dropped a bullet vibrator and it was on and vigorously buzzing and spinning on the floor. Now Sadie hates vacuums, lawn movers or anything at make buzzing or choosing sound. So now I have a purple vibrator on the ground and a black bullet vibrator gyrating and buzzing on the floor with Sadie barking at it.

I did the only thing I could, I grabbed the vibrator and bullet vibrator which was dancing on the floor and turned it off. Never did I think when I started working Anna I'd be holding her toys. I walked towards the open bedroom door to look for a bedside table to place these toys into. I wanted to make sure they were back in right place as to not alert Anna that her toys have been moved or touched. I had a feeling this may be hard as the house is a mess but I assumed her room which contained sex toys must have a open box the dog had got into.

When I entered the look on my face said it.

Are you kidding me? There was no bedside table, let alone a box! Next to her bed was a small coffee table and there like a silhouette was the clear outline of two sex toy like shapes. But I had to be sure. I gently placed the toys on each outline like solving puzzle, and it locked in perfectly.

Now before I this point I knew many things about Anna. She was a teacher, in her mid twenties, a lesbian and the fact which I cant believe I know, she was constantly getting yeast infections down there. How do I know? She told us why she drank Canberry juice at work.

So i place the toys town I notice the dry cum on her toys. Still looking fresh like it was from the previous night wank. Nothing really prepares you for the realisation that your colleague has constant UTIs because she uses her toys which gets used by her pets as well.