I 23 m and her 22 F are both in college and we matched on tinder. She went to LSU. She was shorter. She was really thic. I mean really thic. So we match and end up adding each other on snapchat after some general conversation on tinder

So we start snapchatting back and forth. We are both obviously horny af and we send nudes back and forth. She was sending me videos of her getting fucked by 2 guys at once. and her sucking her ex off. I’m sending her pics and vids of me or any videos I have of me and other girls. She send me a titty pic and She had the biggest tits I’ve ever seen. No joke she had K cups. They were way bigger than my head. They had to hang because they had no choice. They weren’t like squishy or saggy. They just so big and full they had to hang but they weren’t saggy if that makes sense. Absolutely massive!

So we have been snapchatting for a couple months. Her college was about 4-5 hours from my college. Well we talk about that because we want to meet and fuck obviously. In all of our conversations all she ever talked about was how she loved sucking dick And how she was wanting to suck me. Well turns out she was coming to my college because they were playing each other in football. So she’s in town for the weekend. We talk and she said she’s going to come by when she is leaving to head back to LSU.

We had talked about how we wanted things to go down previously. We had talked about how I wanted her to come into the house with me naked and nothing on and for her to strip and leave the clothes at the door when She came in. I told her that I wasn’t putting clothes on and she said oh so we are doing that? And I tell her yes I am that she’s didn’t have to. Keep in mind we’ve never met before only talked on snapchat.

So she arrives. I am butt ass naked. She knocks on the door. I answer the door with my hard cock already out and ready to go. She said if you’re naked when I open that door I’m gonna suck you when she pulled in. Well I was. And she came inside. She took off all her clothes once i closed the door. And the boobs were so fucking huge. Unimaginable how big they were.

Well she strips and immediately gets on her knees and starts sucking me. She is throating me and legit slurping that shit. Sloppy as hell.

She said before we fuck she needs to shower. So we go and step into the shower. We both get in and wash up. I generously offer to wash her titties and I get to wash the massive knockers and get to see em all soapy.

To put this into perspective. She knew that they were insanely massive because I keep talking about how big they are and she says pick them up and feel how heavy they are. I tried to grab under them with one hand on each and I can’t pick them up. They’re spilling over both of my hands. There was just no way to pick them up with one hand each. So I had to get my arm and get underneath them. To pick them up. They had to be 20 pounds a piece they were so heavy.

We move on from the titties. And I’m rock hard. She had an iud so no condom and she said I could nut inside her but I chose not to thank god. I told her I wanted to cum on her tits.

So I bend her over in the shower and start thrusting her from behind. I fuck her so good. I started fast. Didn’t even warm up and I am thrusting her fast and quick. I grab a hand full of hair from behind and she moans even louder. I’m making it clap loud af from behind. I don’t last very long and I am moaning and tell her I’m about to and I pull out and start jacking it. She turns around and gets on her knees and holds them together and I start shooting all over her tits and I shoot a couple times then start dripping cum. Onto them. I finish and she gets one of the tits and picks it up to her mouth and slurps the cum off her boobs. She tried to start sucking me after but I couldn’t take it.

So we get out and dry off and she puts her clothes back on. I don’t. I want more. She’s getting ready to leave and and is getting her stuff.

I get on the couch and tell her oh I was hoping to get a bj before you left she turns around and sees me on the couch spread eagle. She said I really need to go I have homework. I said oh well dang and I grab my soft limp cock and start stroking it while she looks at me. She said fuck I need to go. And I said okay then go. She couldn’t resist it.

She lays down and starts sucking it soft and has it in her mouth feeling it grow as she sucks. She started sloppy again and so much spit. She doesn’t have a gag reflex and she is throating it balls deep over and over and over again. From tip to balls. Keep in mind I’m about 7 inches and she is getting after it. She cups my balls as she is going and massages them gently. She does not let up. Tip shaft still and sucks me till I tell her I’m about to cum. And I say I’m about to and and she shoves her head as deep as it will go and holds it there and I nut shooting into the back of her throat multiple shots and I finish shooting and she pulls off and sticks her tongue out covered in cum and looks me in the eyes as she swallows. She then tries to go back to suck me some more but I’m so sensitive I can’t even take it and have to stop her.

She gets done and gets her things. I thank her and tell her it was fun and she leaves

Me and my cousin are pretty close, growing up we would generally have a good time. We are hours apart so we didnt see each other too often but we still have each other on social media. Over the last few years i have started to feel a sexual desire for her however i thought this was one sided. Even though i was sexually attracted to her, i would keep it to myself and she never knew.

One night, at her house, i stayed over. We was in her room alone having conversation. She showed me things on her phone and we were pretty close up, bodies touching. We then talked about past/present relationships (for the first time ever) and it turned into deep convo. It was getting late and everyone in the house went to their rooms to sleep, we both went to watch movies in the games room. We was both sitting/laying on the couch and after a while she would lay her head on my shoulder. After another while my hand would find its way to her knees and thighs. I could feel her trying to have more physical contact with me but i didnt think she would feel this way. My hands softly rested on her ass and inner thighs. At that moment i knew we both wanted it, but nobody wanted to make the first move. As the movie went on, my hand would make its way closer and closer to her pu***. I made the move and started to rub her clit as she enjoyed it silently. I continued to slip my fingers in and grab her by the tit. After a few mins i grabbed her arm and guided it to my cock. And first she was abit hesitant but when i grabbed her by the hair and pushed her head down, she turned into the lil slut she is. She sucked and deep throated me until i came inside her mouth which she swallowed. After she went to freshen up we got back to cuddling and finishing the movie, we eventually got tired and she went to her room and i slept on the couch.

The next morning we were neutral we didnt talk about the night before, we didnt talk much at all. The weird vibe was there and i went home later that day. We exchanged a few messages and i brought up our movie night. She said how it was wrong and we shouldnt do it again, i told her i liked it but her thoughts didnt change. Ever since then when we see each other its been normal, but we still get touchy. Im confused if she wants me or not. Next time i see im going to make a move and get more than just a blowjob

Context: We talked on whisper for a year on and off before one day she messaged me how she's looking after a big house and if I wanted to see and keep her company.

As soon as I got out my uber the house was huge... going through the gates the front door was left open. Dropping my bags and being greeted to a spliff, after we spoke and broke the ice in person she started the tour.

First was the cellar, she hesitated as she stood on top of the stairs looking down. Wrapping my hands around her throat and whispering in her ear as she looked forward "Are you ready to serve your King, take me where no one can hear you". Eagerly she put one foot infront of another and pulled me down the stairs, showing off how 'dark and creepy' the cellar was, cobble floors and the smell of damp. "Close your eyes" I tell her from behind, watching her goosebumps heckle up as my fingers pulled her hair back. "Who do you serve." "My King" she gasped under her breath.

"Such a shy nerdy girl, I don't think you'll last as a whore." Walking around her inspecting, eventually standing infront. Slapping her firmly, her eyes opened and already started to glass over.

"On you knees" she dropped, looking up pouting her lips. The eagerness was adorable.

Walking to the end of the cellar there was conveniently a ledge sitting height. With her eyes begging to taste me, she was a good whore who only edged for that week. I could smell her panties soaking and my cock was twitching. "Crawl over here."

Again, no hesitation.

"You've been so good so far" I pull my cock out and rub the precum dripping from my tip over her lips. She gasps and I could see her thoughts started again.

"Let's see just how much of an airhead you become". with her lips parted as I rubbed a thin layer of glazing over her lips before hooking her lower jaw and pulling her head down every inch. Hearing that gag and keeping her there "look up, LOOK UP. Your eyes stay serving your King" she's already tearing up as she obeys.

"Blink twice if you're a rape toy".

I [f19] live with alone with my mother [f40]. It's always been just the two of us at home, so we've always been incredibly close and open with each other.

We were always comfortable talking about our sex lives, dating, masturbation, and things like that. Nothing had ever happened between us, but we were often comfortable getting changed together, seeing each other naked, and even showering together on occasion.

In the last few years, my mother developed a condition which made it more difficult for her to go out regularly. She was still able to live her life normally, just had to use crutches regularly which made going out and meeting new people difficult.

This was one of her main enjoyments, and her main way of finding relationships and people to sleep with. She's always been very sexually open, and missing out on that was difficult for her, and difficult to see.

A few months of this had passed, and the two of us were laying together on the sofa, chatting generally. The issues she was having had been on my mind, so I decided to ask her about if she'd been meeting people. She said not too much, but still able to see her close friends regularly.

I curiously asked how or if she was having sex, I knew her sex life was important to her. She was initially reluctant to tell me, but eventually confessed that her friends sometimes helped her out with sexual favours. I found that surprising, but somewhat exciting to hear about.

Over the course of the next few nights, I asked her a few more questions about these encounters. She said if wasn't as often as she liked, but every few weeks she'd meet up with a friend, or a couple friends, have some drinks and sometimes experiment together, or go a bit further. She talked about how amazing it was and a release for her.

I asked more questions about what she liked, how often they did it, and what she wanted in the future.

She said she had one incredibly close friend, also female. Who, although wasn't lesbian, was willing to help her out. She described she'd touch herself while her friend (who was a masseuse) would massage her boobs or bum. Eventually, as they both became more comfortable, they'd both do it naked, which became very sensual and amazing.

My mum talked about how much she loved those nights, but because of busy schedules and her condition, it was few and far between. This weighed on me heavy the next few days, I didn't like seeing my mum lonely, and the thought crossed my mind that... maybe I could help her in that way? I thought to myself it wouldn't be too weird for me to just give her massages...

I thought on it for a couple days, before I worked up the courage to bring up the idea to her. We were cuddling on the sofa one night, as we often did, and I brought up what she'd told me about her friend. After a short catch up about it, I asked whether she'd like me to help her out in that way too, and that I'd be okay with it if she wanted.

It took her a while to respond, clearly weighing up the idea of being intimate with her daughter. But she asked what I'd be comfortable with doing specifically. I was honestly open minded, and told her I'd be open to doing whatever she wanted from me. She said she'd need a day to think on it, so that evening we just watched a movie, cuddled up, then both went to bed.

The next evening came, and the topic came up again. I asked her if she'd thought on it. She said she had, and she had an idea in mind. She asked if I'd be comfortable just massaging her boobs to start with, and we can see where it goes from there.

I didn't admit this at the time, but the thought of this had been on my mind, and been incredibly exciting to me. The idea of being intimate with my own mother was exciting and intriguing. I told her that I'd of course be happy to do that.

It was initially awkward, she asked if I wanted to do it with her right now, which was surreal, but I said yes with a smile and giggle. She asked if I was okay with her getting topless, I'd seen her topless before, but this was a completely different context. I told her I'd love that.

She slowly removed her top, revealing her large boobs without a bra, and let them bounce free. I will admit I did feel a tingle in my clit, seeing her like that.

She asked if everything was okay so far, which I told her it was, she then guided my hands to gold both her boobs. She told me I could do whatever I was comfortable with.

It was a surreal moment, I can't deny how much it turned me on, I felt wet almost instantly. I started to massage and play with her boobs, and she quickly responded with light moans. We got comfortable together surprisingly quickly, I felt more relaxed to massage deeper, I even started playing with her nipples.

I didn't expect it to go to far the first night, but it was surprising how natural and comfortable this felt. After a few minutes of me playing with her boobs, she asked "do you mind if I?..." she said this while sliding her hand down her tummy, I knew what she meant, and nodded my head.

Seeing her masturbate was divine, I wish she was naked so I could see everything, but maybe that would happen another time. Watching her moan and move her body was so sexy, and so satisfying knowing that I was helping her.

We kept going for a while, she was growing less and less shy each minute, moaning louder, getting wetter. I heard the sounds of her soaking pussy being frantically fingered, knowing she was edging closer.

After a few more minutes, I felt her entire body shudder against me, I was witnessing her orgasm and it was so hot. She moaned loudly, told me she loved me right before her muscles collapsed and she smothered me with a hug. Feeling her boobs against me, having my arms around her bare chest was perfect.

We cuddled in silence for a few minutes, before we both couldn't help but giggle. She thanked me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. After that, we cuddled some more, watched a movie, and went to bed.

I was so excited for the next night.

--thank you for reading! Let me know if you'd like a part two, I'd also be open to messaging people as if I'm the person from this story if you'd like!

The men who share their partners are the best

Love the (men) who share their partner/wife

Do men like showing off their partners? Does it turn them on?

I have met some cucks on reddit and have such fun chatting with them. They show off their wives to me either through pics or calls and we wank together. Best time I have on reddit. Love how much people loving showing off their wives. It’s such a hot experience. We have the best times on the chats and calls. All the wives are so damn hot as well. It’s such a fun time. They tell me about all their experiences and it’s such a big turn on know that their wife is just there and they are talking to me about her. Are there people who like that. I am not a cuck

I had been watching a lot of porn and my fantasy was always older women. Just the thought of being with an older woman was so exciting to me. I stumbled upon a lady online who was into black guys and her husband was a cuck. I didn’t know what that was at the time, I just knew this thick white lady was interested.

We talked for a while exchanging pictures. She blew me off a couple times, until one night she said she was getting off of work early and wanted me to come over. I was super excited, I remember just throwing on sweatpants with nothing under them and a hoodie and jumping in the car. She gave me the address to a gas station near her house and told me to call her when I was close. When I called, she gave me step by step directions until I made it to the destination.

She said we were going to be in the guest house. I pulled up and I could see her figure in the window. I was super excited and nervous, I had butterflies in my stomach. I walked up and my jaw almost dropped when she opened the door. She had on this lingerie that was barely containing her figuring. Her boobs were about to bust out and I could see all of her curves, she had a big ass too. I knew I was in for a good time.

She walked me into the room we were going to be in and we sat on the bed. We drank a little and talked, I was interested in her lifestyle. After we broke the ice she leaned over and started rubbing my dick. She gave me this look and it snapped us into action. She jumped back on the bed and popped her tits out, I immediately started sucking them and licking her nipples, kissing her neck, and rubbing my face in them, they were huge. I jumped out of my sweats and just thrusted into her, I almost couldn’t control myself.

She gasped in pleasure and I just started going to town. I put her legs on my shoulders and got really deep, balls deep, just giving her strokes. I was scared I was hurting her because I had her folded like a pretzel but she was absolutely loving it. I flipped her around and started hitting it from the back. I noticed she was sneaking videos on her phone to send to her husband. I grabbed her hair and as I was pounding her and she said “Oh my god you’re so big compared to my husband”. That really got me goin. I slapped her ass and said “Aren’t you glad you invited me over?” and she yelled with excitement and screamed yes, cumming all over me. I could feel I was about to cum and I just let it go inside her.

After we finished she thanked me for coming and gave me some food recommendations to hit on the way home. She moved just far enough way to where it would be a real hike to see her, but I think about our meetup often, it was really fantasy come to life.

With a light knock on his door, I stood nervously in front of him wearing a seductive combination of red lingerie and a vampire cape. As he opened the door, I couldn't help but feel self-conscious about my choice of costume for Halloween night. But as soon as he pulled me inside and closed the door behind us, any doubts disappeared. He said he needed to take a closer look at my outfit before giving his opinion, and before I knew it, he had me sitting on his bed while he inspected every detail. After a few minutes, he suggested we incorporate some rope play into our night. With excitement and curiosity, I eagerly agreed.

Laying down on the bed, I watched as he deftly tied my legs together with a mermaid tie that felt both secure and sensual. It allowed for movement, but also made sure I couldn't escape. As I admired the intricate knots holding me in place, I asked for more suggestions. He then surprised me by asking if he could "feel" my costume, to which I willingly obliged.

Before long, he had turned me on my side and started to tease and caress the back of my thighs and ass. My body responded instantly to his touch, already soaking wet in anticipation. Suddenly, I felt him pulling my panties aside and slowly inserting a finger into my dripping pussy. More fingers followed suit, delving deeper inside me with each thrust.

Completely lost in pleasure, I begged him to put his cock in my mouth. Time seemed to stand still as we both enjoyed each other's bodies without restraint. Eventually, he positioned me on all fours and entered me from behind with forceful thrusts. The sensation of being taken from behind drove me wild with desire.

In need of a break, I turned onto my side to rest my legs but he continued fucking me from this angle. Then he shifted us back into position on all fours and skillfully ate me out and then penetrated me. Overwhelmed with pleasure, I could barely keep myself upright.

As exhaustion began to set in, I turned to my side once more but he showed no signs of slowing down. He then lifted my legs up, still tied together, and entered me in a modified missionary position that he called "mermaid style". As we both approached climax, the ropes became too restrictive and he untied me so I could ride him freely. With one final thrust, we both reached our peak and he let out a powerful release all over my chest.

Breathless and satisfied, we collapsed onto the bed in each other's embrace, basking in the afterglow of our intense play session.

It was a cold, and windy afternoon. I looked at the sky, nervous. All day, all week, I'd been nervous with excited anticipation. Now I was nervous that the storm would ruin our plans. If I could even call them our plans. Sure, I was going to be there, and I absolutely was going to be involved. But I distracted myself from the anxiety by contemplating if I actually had any plans at all. When you plan a road trip, you don't say that you have plans with your car. No, you have plans for your car. The only insight that I was given was "pack an outfit for the weekend, you're going to be my object."

She was always very mindful of her words, and precise in her language. Something that I'd noticed about her immediately, solely on proximity alone, and found attractive about her before we ever even formally met. She was assertive in a subtle, firm, but kind sort of way, and was always very clear about her intentions. An outfit? Like, just singular. Huh. So I packed just one. Warm, but light , nice, but casual. Toeing the center line all the way, not knowing what I was in for. Since getting together, we had been experimenting with a Female Lead Relationship, and light BDSM play. It was going well. The part that I enjoyed most about our particular approach to FLR, was that instead of it being the typical "humiliation -punishment," type of dynamic that's often portrayed in media relative to the topic, we had a more "reward, and encouragement," structure.

We lived a couple hours driving time away, so we'd alternate weekends. One weekend at my place, the next at hers, etc. Fridays would be the pent up from the week, free for all fuckfest night of course, since we were too horny and couldn't be bothered with anything that required braincells. Weekends at her place would entail my waking up early(I'm an early riser, so I'd always be up first, have my me time for a bit, then I'd wake her up with breakfast already ready, or at least baking, and the obligatory wake up head(from me, to her of course.) Chat over breakfast/coffee/joint or two, and then I'd receive my list.

She'd recently bought her first house, and she learned early on that I was a decent handyman. She'd make a list of things that she needed help with, and she'd reward me with more fun ways to serve her later. Weekends at my place were for fun. I'd plan hikes, camping trips, and just things to get us out and active, and she'd reward me with tasks to serve her later.

This night though was different. I got that text from her as a reply when I texted that I'd arrived home safely the weekend before. The last weekend, I surprised her with a desk. She didn't like the desk that she had, and had always complained about it when she sat to work. She had it for years, and was just used to it. The annoyance was always forgotten soon after as she'd then immerse herself in work, or study. I spent two and a half months restoring a beautiful, but terribly worn, handmade oak number that was being sold for dirt cheap to make room for other items at a thrift shop. The finished product was one of my best ever. She loved it. Her socials went crazy when she started showing it off. Just as I was almost certain that she turned back to avoid the snowstorm, I saw her car pulling up. I opened the door to come out and greet her, and walk her in(A fun little, safe-for-public gesture of our dynamic was her not leaving the car when she arrived. Instead, I'd go out and open the door, take her hand, kiss it, and look at her until she kissed me, then walk her in and get her comfy before bringing her things in. As I opened the door, she motioned for me to stay put. Confused, but still a good boy, I stayed. She put a big, oversized duffle in the back of my jeep.

She approached me like she were sizing me up before a street fight. Looked me up and down slowly with a drawn out, provocative stare. She grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me into her. And kissed me deeep, and hard. She did this not in a sensual, romantic way. She did this hard. Like, HARD though. She gripped onto my cock through my pants. She gripped onto my cock hard enough to make me almost fall over, having to grab the door frame to steady myself as she pulled her lips away. She was ever so slightly tightening her hands steady grip as my constricted member instinctively grew. She bit my earlobe hard enough to get another painful moan, and bodily contortion out of me, then whispered in a slow, seductively despotic tone of voice "do whatever shit you need to do here, and get the fuck in your car, and take me where I tell you to."

I try to pay attention as best that I can, because she deserves it of course, but because she rewards me the best that she can. I already got my place ready for the weekend, filled up the tank, and loaded up a cooler with drinks, and snacks, and had a thermos of her favorite coffee waiting on her seat. It was a long drive, and the roads were bad, but we made it to the cabin. I never asked if it belonged to someone she knew, or if she rented it out. I was just happy to be there. It was very small, but cozy. It was well stocked, and plenty of cordwood to keep the fireplace going all weekend long, so I quickly got a fire going after sitting her down on the plush couch and getting her shoes off, and feet off of the floor.

With the bags brought in, and after eating a surprisingly good meal that I prepared from whatever was on hand, we began to chat about anything that came up. I was in the middle of some mundane anecdote, when she abruptly stands tall, aggressively pushing her chair back with her foot. She'd clearly had enough of this small talk bullshit. She stood over me, as I stayed seated. She stared bullets through me. I don't think that she even noticed that I had eyes at all...she just stared right into my fucking SOUL. I didn't know what I was ready for, but holy fuck. I knew I was ready for a night I'd never forget. And this night was feeling already like a memory playing out in time itself. I leaned heavily into the moment, with every ounce of trust, confidence, and security with her. I allowed myself to melt into subspace like butter in a fucking structure fire.

I looked at her, with my head sunk slightly low, eyes directed up, coyly, but in a genuine, and deeply spoken silence, showing her my vulnerability, and pure submission to her. To speak into her eyes that I trusted with my body completely, and that I was hers. Her partner, her property.....her..... object.

She then forcefully and immediately shoved three fingers into my mouth Deep enough to cause me to gag and jerk and jerk my head in a gulping thrust jerking and struggling at the sudden constriction of air still struggling to show her how good her boy is squirming still I lunged closer to her taking her fingers obediently deeper still struggling to be her good boy as the frantic symptoms of acute breathlessness and abrupt loss of control caused me to neglect all sense of punctuation in this entire paragraph.

.....Air.....oh fuck....AIR! I could feel the commas, periods, and exclamation points returning to my story as the oxygen returned to my lungs. There was no way that I could even think to count, but my reward of breathing was limited to about four or five breaths only before her fingers were back in again. This time, since I showed her I was practiced, and very obedient, I was rewarded with a fourth finger, and this time she rewarded me by going as deep as she possibly could.

She pinched under my chin with her thumb, and without a word still, she pulled me up from my chair. She pointed to the big bag she brought. Without me attempting to remove her hand or fingers, we both squatted down so I could lift it. She led me like a horse by the bit to the bedroom and instructed me to place her bag on the pillows. She led me to the foot of the bed, and stood me with my back turned to it, facing her. She removed her fingers, except for only her middle finger. With it, she slowly lowered my jaw until it was fully agape. She sbegan to lick, and slurp with her mouth closed. She then spit a giant wad of her delicious saliva straight into my open mouth, removed her last finger, and said "Savor my spit, bitch." I closed my mouth, and rolled it around inside, intermixing it with my own. I couldn't help but close my eyes, and moan. She knows how much I love it when she rewards me her sweet, sloppy spit.

She told me to swallow, and made me open my mouth to show her that I swallowed it all. She pushed me down onto the bed hard. She grabbed me by the head, holding my shoulders down with her knees, while tightly squeezing with both hands as she kissed me. She pulled away, and slammed the back of my head into the bed. Without loosening her grip by any amount at all she asks "You're such a good boy for me, and I love giving you good boy rewards. But you were a great boy this time, so tonight you get rewarded like a fucking slut. Do you understand? Do you want this?" We work so well together. I almost had time to moan, "mmmmm , yes Mistress," but she knows me so well. She knew that I did, so she took the initiative to violently shake my head up and down in agreement as soon as she asked. She's so nice to me :)

She siddled up my body, positioning her pussy over my face. When we first got together, I would immediately start licking her delicious flower. I'm such a slut when it comes to eating pussy. I don't know what it is, it just does it for me! These days though, she's taught me to be patient, and wait for her instruction. As I should have known to do already, of course. Sometimes she likes to reward me by just letting me admire it up close, while pinned snuggly underneath her. Other times, she likes to just hold it against my nose, and mouth. It makes me feel so sexy when she makes me squirm for air. (I trust her so much, that I really hope that someday she keeps holding on, and let's me pass out for her!) She looked down to me, and gently, this time, lovingly, and softly rubbed her hands on my head, and gave me a soft, little kiss on my forehead. We made eye contact again. No, She made eye contact with (m)e. It was deep. So fucking deep. She brushed my face, back to my hair one last time, and said "Well? Get to work now."

I immediately did as I was instructed to do. Licking every inch of her delicious pussy. I could hear her bag unzip. I eagerly licked at her as she bounced up and down, pressed her clit into me, rode my entire face, fucked my outstretched tongue and gripped it tightly as I worked it inside of her further, and deeper as she worked her hips. She was all done unpacking the bag, as I continued to work her with my mouth, when her moans turned into pants, and her pants turned into screams. "OH FUUUUUUUCK!!!!," she screamed, as a hot, almost endless stream of squirt sprays all over me. I shove my tongue in even deeper, as I put my face as close as I possibly can to catch as much as I possibly can in my waiting mouth.

Everything was absolutely soaked. Me, the bed, my mouth , the pillows, my throat, and even.... her bag.... and all.....of the.... things inside of it....

She laid them all down neatly. Some lengths of rope. Each role about the same amount , but each one a different color. I don't remember what color they were, but she said she asked the pervert that's reading this right now, and they told her what colors to pick. For as sick, and filthy as that person is, they happen to have wonderful taste. The ropes matched the colors of the dildos that she had laid out as well. There was a various assortment of toys there too.

She then dismounted my face, and told me to get up, and look at the fucking mess that I had caused. "JUST FUCKING LOOK AT IT!" She screamed, pointing to the massive puddle that soaked the bedding underneath us. She than told me to do my best to try to touch myself, while she decortes my body in lingerie, makeup, and of course the ropes the reader picked out for us. She took one long, slow lick up the side of my face, and spit it back onto me. I wanted to rub it with my hand, and taste it so bad, but she told me to leave it there. I looked pretty with it. I agreed. Of course. I felt pretty wearing it for her. And I felt pretty because she took the time to compliment her artwork, with me as her canvas. She shoved my head into the puddle that was my fault, and with my gratitude muffled by the wet bedsheets, I thanked her for her warm, wet generosity. I knew instinctively to raise my ass in the air for her, and present myself while I sucked her juices out of the fabric of the bedding, as she readied herself. I could feel the cold, but not unpleasant sensation of a well lubed object working it's way over my eager hole. I couldn't tell if it was big, or small, or long, or short, or what to expect. I just knew that tonight was the night she was going to be the first woman to take my ass.

She ABSOLUTELY knew that I was a total bi fucker. I mean, we only ever met because I thought that the captions that she made, and shared on bi pages on Reddit were speaking almost directly to my own, personal sexuality that hasn't had the opportunity to fully be free...yet. I don't know how to make those, but I noticed that she put a great amount of detail into them. I'd written a story about a bi experience that I had some years ago, and I wanted to make something for her, and since I was getting back into making written projects again, I thought that I'd expand on an idea that one of her posts had given me. The one with the dark silhouette of a woman's figure standing in a field. I enjoyed the picture. It reminded me of peaceful, happy places, but what it said above the innocent looking picture, wasn't innocent at all. If she reads this, she'll know what it said, but I'll leave that an inside joke, between us. My doubting side argued that she might not like it, but then again that's totally fine if she doesn't. My artistic side argued that she might enjoy something that someone made for her, and without knowing her at all, something based on something she made might be a fun way to try and impress her! At least we both enjoyed watching hot guys sucking each other's cocks, so hey, that's a start. That's something in common anyway.

And here we were. It was finally the future, and she was finally massaging my rim with end of a silicone fuck toy. Getting ready to claim me officially as herOH FUCK!!!! It's in....holy....mmmmm......fu.......mmmmm...... fuuuuuuuck it was small, but a solid, girthy small. Wide, but short. It was stretching my rim out, as she pumped it up and down. Not really in and out, as it was the shortest one in the array that she'd thoughtfully prepared.

Nnnnnnngggghhhhhhhh!!!! Uuuuuggggghuhhh it came out fast, but just as it did, another one went in before I could even think. This one was a little bit longer. It felt good. It wasn't quite as wide as the first, but it's maybe 6 inch length felt great as I could feel her moving it in, and out, nice and slow, turning it in time with her thrusting. As she began to increase the pace, she made it vibrate inside of me. I could feel it's every pulse sending shockwaves reverberating throughout my entire body. She asked me who my first gay crush was. I told her a friend named Jonathan. She told me that's what we'll call this dildo. She asked me if I still thought about Jonathan. I told her that sometimes I do. When I think back to my early gay thoughts. She told me to beg Jonathan to cum in my asshole, to fucking scream that I want him to cum in my asshole. I'm such a good boy for my Queen. She fucked me with it in short, sharp bursts, and hit the end of it with her hand to simulate Jonathan cumming in my tight little ass. As she was slowing down the pace, she asked me who my second gay crush was. I told her that his name was Cameron.

My face still buried in her cum puddle, she says, "Well.... it's so funny that you should say that, because ...I just so happened to meet this lovely gentleman outside named Cameron, and he told me that he knew you."

I felt the next one entering me slowly. Taking"his," time to let me feel him, and get used to being that filled up. I was biting the bedding at this point. She was taking care to make sure that I was well lubed between visitors, but she could tell by my moans, throbbing cock, and steady flow of precum that I loved it when she'd just spit right on my asshole. It felt so good dripping down my shaved balls, over the big vein that travels lengthwise down the center of my cock, and finally mixing with my own ass fucked, slut juices to drip off the end of my tip, and be absorbed by the bedding that's already still saturated with her precious cum.

This time I feel a bigger one. Oh. My. Fuck. This is the biggest one of them all. She grabs my head to look at it. It's her cock. This is the one that she chose to not name. Because it's her. She looks me right in the eye....and asks me "I think that you know what we're going to name this one. Don't you?" I coyly reply "y-yes Mistress....." "Hmmmm.....do you?" She questions mockingly. "Okay then....so tell me.... what's MY name?" My voice slightly shaking with anticipation, I rest the side of my head against the wet comforter, spread myself open with both hands, close my eyes in trusting ecstacy, and gently reply "It's you, my Queen. It's miss E.B.

My gf when I was in college and I went to a Kid Rock concert. This has been 16 years ago I think. She was 20 and I was 21. We were up front in the mosh pit area.she was wearing a skirt with a thong and tank top with a bra. I was wearing shorts and t-shirt. During the song bawitdaba I unzipped my shorts and pulled my cock out while I lifted her skirt and pulled her thong to the side and I began fuckin her pussy. I continued til I came in her pussy which wasn’t real long in that position and the fact we were in public made so much hotter. We stayed the rest of the concert while my cum was leaking down her legs. Then fucked again once we got back to my dorm to her completion and another load left in her pussy.

Lesbian can be a product of trauma.

Anne was one of them. Couldn't get wet with a guy, couldn't be comfortable with one.

One day, she realized that her being lesbian was not her choice but rather someone else. Her abusers. Her father. Her uncle. Her brother.

Only know that she's in a better space that she can explore her sexuality in a comfortable place.

But it took a lot of time. She needed professional help to be honest but one step at a time.

It was a slow progress and she was finally able to touch a dick without regressing back to her trauma phase.

Somehow after that, it became easier.

From that to vaginal penetration, it took a significantly shorter time.

My ex-wife and I got married when she was 24. and I was 26. We had been together for about 2 years before that. After 2 years of marriage I found out she had cheated on me multiple times. We decided to go to counseling and try to work it out. I just never could shake it though.

So I started flirting with her younger sister and she began to start flirting back. Eventually we started fucking. I planned it one day to where her sister came over about 20 minutes before she got off work. While her sister and I were fucking in our bed she walked in on us and that’s when I busted in her sister’s pussy while looking right at her. Her sister got up fast and covered herself, I smiled and my ex-wife left pissed off after smacking me.

About 2 months later we were divorced but her sister and I continued to fuck for about another 6 months

We went to a state park with her family(her mom, dad, two brothers)for a picnic and do some hiking and just enjoy a nice day. Once we got there we all went to one of the caves, then to the nature center, then swam in the lake for few till we all got hungry. We left the lake and went to a spot to eat that also had several trails close by. While we waited for the grill to heat up and her dad to cook the meat. Her and I decided to go for a hike on one of the trails.

We both were wearing shorts and t-shirt so nothing sexy obviously. Once we got out of site I started squeezing her ass a giving her kisses as we continued to walk. We she would laugh off but I was horny. We walked a little further and I turned her around and kissed her again with my hand slipping down her shorts. She said we didn’t have time but I told her we didn’t need much this time. (I was really horny for some reason) she mentioned all her concerns such as what if someone catches us, or if her brothers catch us, or this or that. I put her mind to ease and then we walked off the trail about 30 feet. I pulled her shorts down put one leg over my shoulder and ate her pussy for a couple minutes. I then stood up turned her around bent her over and just pounded her pussy which was very wet. About 2 minutes in I came in her pussy the. She went down and cleaned my cock. We pulled our shorts back up and went back to her family.

We all ate and enjoyed the rest of the day with her family all while cum was leaking from her pussy.

People made university look like a lot of fun. In a way it is, a lot of things to learn, a lot of things to fuck… up, and a lot of things to experience but they really never tell you how demanding and cruel some majors are and of course, I had to choose the most difficult one at my university. Worst part? It no longer pays the highest. Everything could go smoother with a cute girlfriend by my side for hanging out and cuddling… and the occasional fuck but studies keep me in like a mole and a certain someone keeps ruining the little chances of dates I get.

“Hey, you dingus! What are you doing?” Sarah barged into my room and sat on my bed.

My best friend Sarah, I live with her in a small apartment close to campus. We met back in middle school and ever since we just stuck together. Maybe that’s why she still doesn’t see me as a man. For example, I have caught her multiple times either topless and some booty shorts or just plain old panties. The number of times she has given me a boner either by mistake or on purpose is ludicrous, and of course, she loves teasing me about me getting hard on someone that I should be thinking of as a sister.

How am I supposed to win against my cock when she is like this? Thanks to this bullshit, I have gotten at least five confirmed hookups and maybe two possible ones ruined as she is always somehow at the apartment and her way to greet us is in either, just a plain t-shirt that is almost always mine or in booty shorts and an old tank top that doesn’t hide her tits at all.

During last semester, I brought back a girl I met in my thermodynamics class, a total cutie; with short curly hair, glasses, and a big smile. We arrived at the apartment at an hour that Sarah was supposed to be dead asleep, and we were making out on my bed with her underneath me, Sarah barged into my room completely naked. That has to be one of the top “oh shit” moments of my life. My pulse dropped and my face turned white as a piece of paper while she greeted us. She even did it with a completely straight face and an innocent smile while I on the other hand was completely horrified.

The girl… well she was more than impressed by that smoking hot body, Sarah is also an athlete, and couldn’t help to compliment her. I died, my soul left my body and was replaced with emptiness as my girl was now way more turned on by Sarah than me. As you can probably guess, we didn’t get to fuck… and by we, I mean Sarah and I. Because yes, the cutie was more than interested in having a hookup with her instead of me but Sarah wasn’t interested in testing her sexuality that night after the girl suggested a threesome. Not like that stopped Sarah from making out with a girl during the last Christmas party but I digress. I was definitely not in the mood for a threesome after getting sidelined so hard, let alone with Sarah and she was on the same page. The glares I got from the cutie during the next week after that total fail of date were something else… anyway, back to the present.

“What do you think I am doing?” I asked as my entire desk was covered with papers, books, and my laptop blasting the recording of my class.

“Fair point. Do you have gum? I ran out” she asked while swaying her legs in the air

“What do you want?” I threw her the pack of gum

“Thanks. Well, I need someone to come with me to a double date” she said with a big stupid smile

“No” I turned around and went back to my studies

“Come on, it will be fun. Be a bro and help me again” she said

“You know how many times have you fucked me over on a date?” I said with my eyes squinted

“I will pay for that game you have been eyeing out recently” she smirked

“… fuck you… fine… is she cute?” I turned around to look at her

“Your type? Maybe “she giggled

“It better be worth my time or you will pay for the six-pack of beer… the one that I like,” I said as I turned off my laptop

“Deal, well… there is a tiny little problem, it today… in an hour” She looked at me with a whoop’s expression

“What?!!!” I looked at her shocked at such short notice

“Yeah, can I use your shower?” She asked as she stood up.

“Yes, but why in the actual fuck would you ask me this one hour before?” I asked a bit mad as this was way too short of notice for the both of us to get ready.

“Because she just confirmed it, you know how hard is to find a lesbian or bi girl in this university” she slowly stripped before me

“Is that necessary?” I asked while rolling my eyes.

She gave me the most devilish smile as she turned around and showed me how that gorgeous round ass sways. My mind completely lost focus on the plot and just stared. That strong back from years of helping her father at the lumberyard, those strong thick thighs from years of heavy lifting, and that gorgeous bouncy ass that held its shape so nicely with each step. My cock quickly agreed with my lusty brain for just a second before I recovered and tried to wrangle my angry cock back to reality.

I gently bit my lip as she entered my bathroom and almost got caught as she turned around to look at me and those perky tits are amazing too. She let go of an amused giggle as she pointed at my bulge before closing the bathroom door. I sighed defeated as my cock won once again but there was no time to waste. The date was in less than an hour, I cleaned my desk a bit as she was taking a hot shower. That's when it dawned on me, she has her own damn shower. We chose a two-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment for this exact reason, plus she likes to boil while showering while I don’t. She finished showering and while some water was still dripping from the sauna she had created in my bathroom, she stepped out.

I love her to death, but my God does she make it hard not to stare. She is basically the definition of a goddess with an amazingly fit body. It also doesn’t help she has been working out a lot more recently and those sexy curves just hug her even tighter. Especially that flat stomach that is hiding some abs behind it. She began to workout more to get those sexy abs after I confessed to love girls with abs. Her eyes trailed down my body and once again locked on my hard cock under my shorts as she is way too sexy.

“What?” She asked with a naughty smirk while drying her short black hair with my towel.

“You are getting the floor wet,” I said a bit frustrated before I walked closer to her.

“It's just a bit of water, not like I am dripping wet,” she said with a big stupid smile

“Are you sure about that?” I laughed and flicked her hard nipples before entering the bathroom

“Hey!” She blushed

“Jesus! Why did you shower with the temperature of the sun?!!!” I said as I desperately turned the water back to normal human temperature.

The bathroom was so damn hot I had to let the door open to air out the steam of her lava shower. With so little time left, I decided to leave the door open and began to strip. I ignored her but I sure noticed her stealing glances at me while she dried off her body. Not like she hasn’t seen me naked before so it didn’t bother me yet it felt so fucking hot being eaten out like that by her. Just those quick glances while biting her lip sent my cock in a raging tide as I shower with the curtains open.

The last time she did something close to this was a couple of months ago. Normally I would lock the door to my bedroom when I am about to rub one out but that day was a bit different. To my knowledge, she wasn’t going to be home until two hours later and after a whole week of failed dates I was too horny to care to lock a door I wasn’t going to need. That backfired, we have somewhat of an open-door policy and don’t care to knock first. This time I was watching porn with my hard raging cock out while stroking it.

Her eyes almost popped out of their socket as she stared at my swollen tip dripping precum. In that moment, my heart stopped yet there was still blood being pumped down south harder than ever. My face turned pale as my cock swelled with excitement. I completely froze, what was I supposed to do? I live with this girl, the line just got sent into space. But in her infinite wisdom, with a straight face that was definitely eating me out, said. “Do you need a hand?” While also doing a stroking motion.

I broke this trance and finally decided to shoo her out while I was still beyond embarrassed. That dinner was one of the worst for me. That day was her time to cook for us and I just couldn’t look at her in the eyes. It didn’t help she became “flirtier” that night. Making a shit ton of innuendos while making sure to compliment my cock. I still get embarrassed just thinking of it but at least I lost my fear of showing off my body after she complimented me more later on. Anyway, back to the present once again.

I entered the shower with the air temperature resembling more to hell than a cold afternoon during autumn and tried to take a cold shower. Yes, a cold shower. What? I like cold showers like I am in Alaska. After such a refreshing shower I went to grab my other towel and she grabbed that one too. I rolled my eyes and looked at the top of the toilet where I left a clean pair of boxers and that was stolen too, it felt like middle school all over again. I walked out of the bathroom completely soaked and naked and this devil was just swinging my boxers like a flag.

“Really?” I asked with my arms crossed and water still dripping down my body

“Careful you are getting the floor all wet and sloppy” She smirked and bit her

“Stop it, where is my towel?” I asked

“Hmm I don’t know, but I might remember if you do something for me” She bit her lip

“What? Eat your pussy? Come on you said we have a date and we have less than half an hour to arrive on time” I said with a bit of a blush on my cheeks as my cock jumped slightly as I mentioned eating her pussy

“And you always call me the pervy one” She laughed and gently spread her legs

“Come on, give me back my towel” I smiled

“Oh, here” she stood up as she was sitting on it

“You are so childish,” I said as I tried to hide the fact, I was rock-hard

“Fine, I will go and get you a dry one” she laughed and walked out of my bedroom while swaying her round ass

“Here, and don’t be late!” She popped back into my room as she threw me her clean dry towel and right after she began to leave once again but not before wiggling her fit round ass at me, like a signature to an invitation to a nice fuck.

With her now out of my room, I took a second to breathe in and out and tried to calm down my hard cock before changing into something middle-of-the-road between fancy and casual. This didn’t distract me from the fact I had the opportunity to take a good view of her gorgeous body. It slowly began to eat me out until I was back to being fully hard in my pants. But this urge to fuck was quickly shut down by my greatest dilemma. I didn’t know what watch to wear with my outfit. Both of them looked good with my outfit but I still couldn’t decide if the silver and blue watch was better looking than the gold and black watch. I tried each one a few times before giving up and walking to Sarah’s room to ask her.

“Hey perv, does the… wow” I barged into her room to find her brushing her hair while topless and only wearing her tight jeans that made that gorgeous round ass so much sexier. Her nipples were still hard from earlier and my dick decided to step in and get hard in my jeans.

“What is it?” She asked while still brushing her hair

“I will be back in a minute “I closed the door as seeing her perky tits again really did a number on me, I was just too horny.

“Don’t be silly, not like you haven’t seen my tits before” she laughed

“Just give me a second,” I said while on the other side of the door

“So, you need a slick tongue to help relieve you?” She asked before laughing

“Shut it, it’s nothing like that” I blushed darkly as I tried to calm down and shut down my libido for now. After a few minutes, I was back to normal and opened the door to find her wearing her skinny jeans, a sexy crop top that showed off her underboob, and a cute overshirt.

“What?” She looked at me while putting on lipstick.

“Silver and blue or gold and black?” I showed her my watches while still trying to concentrate on them and not on her sexy underboob.

“Silver and blue look better with your outfit. Plus, it matches your eyes lovingly. Now, what do you think?” She gave me a twirl

“You look gorgeous “I smiled

“You think so?” She turned her back and wiggled her ass at me

“Okay fine, changed that to hot” I laughed as a little boner began to form.

“You are too predictable” she laughed

“Who are we going out with anyway?” I asked her while putting on my watch

“Remember the cuties from calculus?” She asked while putting on the expensive perfume I bought her for Christmas.

“Yeah… wait. So, you are going after Mary? She is such a baddie” I said a bit excited for her.

“Hmmm fuck! I know right, she is also really sweet when you get to know her” She smiled with a glint in her eyes

“Just don’t leave me hanging with the details later. Anyway, I will wait for you at the car” I smiled and slapped that gorgeous ass playfully. She laughed and wiggled her ass at me like a cute excited puppy as I left her room.

Now, the plans were to go to the bowling alley and then go to dinner at our usual restaurant. I would say, this is what Sarah and I do on the weekends. Not that I am mad but come on, she could have chosen at least a different restaurant. We arrived at the bowling alley just a bit late, only ten minutes with a little head up. We met the others and I can say, my date looked really cute wearing a green sundress.

We started playing and it all went downhill from there. My date had just broken up with her ex not even a week before and she kept mentioning him out of nowhere. This was definitely a ploy to get her out and at least have some fun. So, like the best friend I am, I took the hit and tried to entertain my “date” and hopefully get her to relax. I dropped the, I am interested vibe and swapped it for a more friendly and relaxed vibe.

I thought it would be easy, to just chat about her ex, make sure she is heard and validated, and move on with our night. The thing is, she was taking this date seriously. To the point, we ended up on the topic of having kids. My heart stopped; I am 20 I don’t want kids yet! Not like I was interested in her anymore but that put another nail in the coffin. The kicker was she was pregnant with her second kid while her one-year-old was with her ex for the night. Yeah nope, I am out. I excused myself and went to buy us something to drink to take the edge off the situation.

“Wait! I will help you” Sarah said and ran behind me

“What do you want?” I asked her what she wanted for drinks

“About that… can we dip?” She whispered in my ear.

I wasn’t the only one having problems with their date and I was more than a thousand percent on board with the idea of finishing the game and excusing ourselves before dinner. I returned with two sodas while Sarah returned with two beers. That really didn’t sit well with my date. Enough to start rambling about how much she misses her ex. I stomach as much of that minefield of conversation before we reach dinner time. That’s when we excused ourselves separately and we left. Hopefully without my car getting keyed in the future.

“Pizza from _______?” I asked Sara as we drove back.

“Yes, but I need alcohol too” she sighed exhausted.

“You owe me a fucking beer” I laughed

“And I owe one to myself” She sounded defeated

We picked up pizza from our favorite place and two packs of beer before arriving at our apartment. The first thing she does is to throw off her overshirt, making her underboob way more noticeable.

“Too bad you had such a bad date, I bet you would have dominated her with that outfit” I laughed as I placed the pizza on the counter.

“You think so?” She blushed and opened the beers before we enjoyed a few minutes of just us in silence while eating pizza and drinking beer.

“Duh, you have an amazing body and that crop top really is a statement,” I said with a straight face as I was eating my pizza slice.

“Really? Does it make me look slutty?” She blushed as she shyly covered her underboob

“Yes, but I am sure girls love that too. I love it so” I shrugged and drank my beer.

“Hmm then at least someone enjoyed me” She smirked and leaned forward before lifting her crop top just slightly, enough to start seeing her nipples.

“No, I wasn’t” I blushed and looked away.

“Sure buddy, I know you well” She smirked and turned around to grab a slice of pizza before wiggling her ass at me.

My intrusive thoughts finally won and I grabbed her ass. A big handful with both hands. That was when my mind went completely blank for what felt like an eternity. Just feeling that amazing ass finally in my hands before I realized I was just grabbing the sexy ass of my best friend. She jumped out of pure surprise but didn’t protest. She, in fact, rubbed her ass on my hands before pulling back and looking at me with a big naughty smirk.

“You like my ass that much?” She smirked

“You know I am an ass man” I laughed

“Too bad, I prefer girls that are into soft perky tits like mine” she laughed

“What?!!” I almost choked on my beer

“Yeah, I like having my nipples played with. Having them licked and pinched” she had this smug face with a hint of drunkenness while eating

“No need for the details” I slowly got hard under my jeans

“And I also like it when guys rub their hard needy cocks between them” She looked directly at me and squeezed her tits together before drinking my beer.

“You are a lightweight, give me back my can you are already drunk” I laughed it off but the beer was slowly losing both of us.

“Well, your dick is certainly enjoying it” she pointed at my bulging pants

“He is just saying you look gorgeous” I laugh it off again.

“I should give him a personal thank you for complimenting my body” She smiled and licked her lips

“Okay let's stop here before we cross the line” I smiled and placed my beer down.

“Guess I win and that’s for grabbing my ass” She stuck out her tongue while grabbing hold of my crotch.

“Bad girl” I smiled and grabbed my beer from her hand.

“I can be a good girl” she bit her lip

“It’s time to call it a night, you are drunk” I finished my beer

“No, I am not” she lunged and kissed me

It's a beautiful day outside and I'm washing my car. Just enjoying the process and vibing with the music.

Movement out of the corner of my eye grabs my attention. I look up and realise its her, walking pass in the shortest shorts known to man...and a small, but loose, top that leaves nothing to the imagine. She walks into the house to speak to her mum.

She's only 20, but my 39 year old hormones go crazy when she's around. She has long flowing brunette hair that shines in the sun like it was always destined for infomercials. A set of striking blueish-green eyes with a smile so sexy it'd make Cindy Crawford jealous. Her long toned legs leading up to an amazingly sculpted butt that has just enough jiggle to make time stand still.

Maybe it was the heat, or maybe it was the fact that it'd been a week since I'd had some action with her mum...but just seeing her (Emily we shall call her) walk by in that moment instantly made my cock throb. My partner's daughter was driving me insane.

I carried on washing the car to take my mind off of her but it wasn't too long until she walked out the house and tortured my cock once again. This time, in a different outfit - she had showered and was planning to go out for the rest of the day.

Finally the car was done and since I'd been outside in the sun I decided I'd have a shower to cool down and clean up. I walked into the bathroom and got undressed. As I opened the laundry basket, there is was - a pair of Emily's worn undies. My heart skipped a beat as I wasn't expecting to see that. I wrestled with my guilty, dirty conscience but finally succumbed to my lust. To my intrigue. I remember asking myself," does she smell sweet? Does she smell better than her mum?"

As I reached down my cock started throbbing harder and harder. My heart started racing in fear of being caught but also the excitement of the moment. It was in my hand; the little black thong she had worn when walking pass me earlier in the day.

I took a deep whiff and closed my eyes, remembering her as she walked by. Remembering how her ass stuck out the bottom of her shorts. Remembering her breasts jiggle with every step. Her scent was amazing. So amazing it sent a shiver down my spine and rose the hair on my arms and the back of my neck.

Enjoying the moment, I started to stroke myself. Breathing faster and smelling deeper...it was intoxicating. It didn't take long until I felt the sensation of having to release my load. Suddenly, I felt a hand run down my left arm toward the hand that was vigorously stroking my hard cock. I froze. I lost my breath and my heart started to sink...I opened my eyes and turned around.

(...to be continued)

Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic mind control fiction with elements of coerced sexual activity; all characters are 18+

Summary: Jodie is a virgin dedicated to the church’s teachings. Why does the pastor’s guided meditations accidentally hypnotize her into acting so slutty? The sexy teen has no idea that her forgotten trigger word will be her damnation—corrupting not only her but making her older brother see her in a new light, too....

HOLY HYPNOSIS PURITY, PART 1

I squeeze my hands together hard, silently praying: please don’t have a slutty reaction, please God, make me pure….

Guided meditation with Pastor Alistair is supposed to be relaxing. The women’s ministry all sit primly after the general sermon, ankles crossed in our Sunday’s finest, quietly reflecting on our relationship with the Lord. Then the pastor begins to speak, and we all listen to his deep, dulcet tones.

“You are in a peaceful place, one free of sin or wicked temptation.”

The other girls all swear that they can feel God’s power as he speaks, but not me. A steady thrum always begins in my chest, radiating down my body at these words, and I squeeze my legs together uncomfortably, clenching my teeth as the tingly warmth starts to build.

“God’s light shines upon you—the purest members of our congregation. We are blessed with many chaste, modest young women at Holy Faith Church, and the Lord blesses each and every one of you for remaining virginal in thought and action in these backwards times….”

The silky smoothness of his voice reminds me of a tongue, sliding all through me, hot and wet. My nipples poke out of my conservative sweater, and I’m thankful I’ve remembered to wear my slightly padded bra to cover for me.

Think pure thoughts, I chastise myself, panicking. God’s light. Bright. So warm.

I shiver as Pastor Alistair hums deeply, the sound reverberating in my pussy. His explanations that we’ll all be rewarded with unearthly pleasures, instead of scorching torment, make me more hyper-aware of the fluttering space between my legs.

I don’t know why I’m the only one who seems to react this way, and I definitely can’t tell anybody else about it. My best friend, Janine, would have a heart attack if she knew I was sitting right beside her and slowly soaking my white, cotton panties—my insides squeezing around nothing rhythmically. The other young women would shun me, maybe even tell everyone that I’m a ‘wicked slut’, and they’d never believe that I don’t touch myself inappropriately or that I’ve never had a man up inside me. Pastor Alistair would be forced to kick me from the group . . . or excommunicate me from the church.

Hot tears prick my eyes as I try to block out the confusing sensations. Maybe it’s just an anxiety thing, I try to convince myself. I’m probably just so worried about remaining pure that my brain is freaking out. Or maybe it’s the devil, whispering perverse things in between Pastor Alistair’s words, silently but persuasively. I’ve heard that Satan is a beautiful creature of temptation and lust—and for some reason all I can picture are muscles decorating a broad, masculine body, a forbidden protrusion pointed right at my face….

“I want you to envision yourself on your knees in front of the Lord,” the pastor tells us, and I bite back a moan as my knees start to tremble, a wicked shudder going through me. My mouth waters. Everything feels too wet. “How will you remain close to him? How will you serve him every day? How will you suppress your earthly desires to satisfy his immortal ones?”

A tiny gasp escapes my lips, my body lurching in place as a strange spike of pleasure pulses deep inside me. Sweat beads at my temples, my short, blonde hair sticking to my neck, my face. My slender thighs shake.

What’s happening to me? my mind races, my blood pounding through me like a freight train.

“Miss Evergreen, are you alright?”

I blink in confusion. Is this part of the meditation? Why is the pastor addressing me specifically?

“Jodie?” Pastor Alistair rushes to me when I don’t answer, and I snap upright as his warm hand encases my shoulder. His touch makes me ache, makes me envision that hand moving down-down-down to feel at my breasts. (God, what’s wrong with me?) “You’re very flushed—are you well?”

Humiliation burns through me as I realize that everyone is looking at me with a mixture of concern and uncertainty. Do they all know how my body is reacting to the pastor’s touch? Or that I just almost climaxed while listening to his voice? At least, that’s what I think was happening to me….

Mind-masturbating like a common whore!

“I don’t feel right,” I murmur weakly.

“Someone get Jodie some water!” one of the other girls exclaims. “I bet it’s heatstroke!”

“It’s not even warm in here,” another girl mutters.

Pastor Alistair takes my hand, shushing everyone. “I’ll tend to her in my office. You are all excused.”

I bite back a groan as he squeezes my fingers, my pussy squeezing back. I can feel girl-fluids leak down my legs with each step, my sodden panties sticking to my folds obscenely. What the hell is happening to me? Alistair’s hand feels too firm in mine, too pleasant and gripping; it makes me think of his dick—how hard and warm it would feel….

I mentally shake myself as he leads me into his office, letting him gently guide me onto the plush sofa that sits alongside one wall.

“Are you thirsty, Miss Evergreen?”

“I—no,” I admit, blushing harder as his dark eyes swoop over my small, petite frame.

I’m glad I’m wearing such a thick sweater, because I can feel the hard points of my nipples slowly softening, but know they’re still poking out like whorish little bullets.

“Can you explain to me how you feel?”

“I—uh….” I don’t want to lie. It’s a sin. But there’s also no way on Earth that I can admit to how I really feel because that’s also a sin, so I blink up at him, red-faced and unsure. “I don’t know. Feverish?”

“Did my guided meditation upset you?”

“No! I just—I tried so hard,” I blubber, wanting desperately to please him. “I may have pushed too hard to connect with God. I—”

“Shh. It’s alright.” He pauses for a long moment, just staring at me.

The space between my legs flutters softly again, so wet that I can almost hear the squelch of it, and I swallow in embarrassment. Can he tell?

“You may be experiencing a panic attack. Some of us do better meditating alone.”

I latch onto his words, nodding fervently. “Yes,” I breathe out. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry….”

“There’s no need to apologize.” He turns to dig through his desk, grabbing something—a disk drive—which he hands to me. “I think you should listen to my guided meditations in private. These are new. I’ve been wanting to try them out, and I think you’ll be the perfect candidate for them. Listen to them in your bedroom nightly. You’ll choose a word, a secret word, that you keep all to yourself. It should be something related to how you feel. When the word is said out loud, it should put you into a state of deep relaxation. Would you be willing to try that for me?”

“Of course, sir.”

I’m so happy that he’s not suspicious or angry with me that I’m buzzing with relief. Pastor Alistair doesn’t seem to think I’m a worthless slut—and with as much as I feel like one right now, I’m willing to do whatever I need to do to get over this affliction, to prove myself to the church, to him. I squeeze the disk drive in my trembling hand, offering him a watery smile, and then I whisper, “Thank you.”

***

Alone in my room, I listen to the new meditation tape, sitting cross-legged on my bed.

“You are valued,” Pastor Alistair’s voice starts, making tears spring to my eyes. “You are good.”

Oh, how desperately I want to prove myself! And for that to be true….

“You are pure.”

“Yes, I am,” I whisper, squeezing my slender legs together and ignoring the brief pulse of pleasure.

I am good and pure; I’m a virgin. I’ve never even kissed a boy! Whatever happened yesterday, in church, was an awful fluke….

“You are valued because you are pure.”

A niggling worry tries to flash through me, but I stuff it down, honing in on the deep sound of his voice, and the weird white noise that begins to fill my ears through the headphones.

“You are a good girl,” his voice drones on. “A chaste girl.”

Humming vibrations start in my brain and run down to my toes, and my mind goes numb, getting lost in the methodic way he speaks, drifting away with the rushing noise—it’s almost like a waterfall, cool and crisp and calming, washing away my anxiety, washing away my thoughts, and washing my sense of self away with the current.

“Good girls are chaste. Good girls are pure.”

Why do I feel so dreamy? Like I’m floating? Delicious tingles make my perky breasts and pussy ache, but I don’t realize it, completely blanked out as the pastor’s voice turns into rushing water, too, everything inside me swirling down, down, down….

“How do you feel?” I hear sometime later. “Focus on this feeling….”

I’m vibrating, a half-thought tells me. It’s a good vibration….

A pure one. I’m pure. I’m good. I vaguely hear the command to choose a word, to think that word over and over again. It’s a secret word. A word that will make me continue to be chaste and pure. Endlessly devoted to my mission.

“Choose wisely. What do you feel when you are close to God?”

Vibration, I can’t help but think, shivering as my pussy flutters, my clit thrumming with energy. It’s okay, because my body belongs to the Lord. He chooses this for me . . . I am just his vessel….

“Vibration, vibration,” Alistair seems to repeat over and over again in his commanding, deep tone, although I don’t know if I’m just imagining it—if it’s really my own internal voice, demonic and morphed into something dark and seductive. “Vibration….”

I get lost in the mantra, lost in the long rush of the word, my entire being thrumming and heavy, anchored down deep in a dark, endless ocean.

A wet, vibrating ocean. I’m soaking my panties. There’s pressure down there. Warm fingers. My fingers….

I don’t know what I’m doing, strumming my clit as the word hums all through me: vibration.

“Jodie?”

I snap out of the mindlessness, my eyes bulging from my head as I see my confused brother standing in my bedroom doorway; the door is now wide open, and Phillip’s white knuckles are gripping the doorknob, his jaw hanging down in surprise.

He blinks at me. “What’re you doing?”

I rip my hand out of my underwear, suddenly aware of the sticky wetness coating my palm, my fingers. The headphones fall around my trembling shoulders. “N-nothing!”

My face burns as he gives me a suspiciously knowing look. It takes everything in me not to wipe my wet hand on the blanket beside me. My fingers feel gross.

(I feel gross.)

Phillip grunts, running a hand through his dirty-blond hair. “Uh, I’ve been calling you for dinner. I ordered a pizza.”

I stammer something, pulling my knees into my chest. His blue eyes burn into mine. For a terrifying moment, I think I see heated interest in them, like he kinda likes what he sees (my pink, aroused face, my disheveled clothes, the strands of blonde hair sticking to my neck, my nipples poking out of my t-shirt), but then he nods and starts to close the door with a simple, “Come eat.”

Did my older brother just catch me touching myself? What the flying fuck? I cringe at my internal curse words and shiver at the fact that I was just masturbating—not just imagining, or squeezing my thighs together, but full-on rubbing myself—which I’ve never done before. I’m a good girl! A pure girl! Why did Phillip have to walk in on me doing such a terrible thing?

I’m so stunned that I can’t even cry, tossing the headphones away from me in blank shock.

I’ll never listen to that again, I tell myself. Something’s deeply wrong with me!

I know it’s probably not Pastor Alistair’s fault, but I’m not sure, and there’s no way I can talk to my brother about it—or even bring up the church in general. Phillip isn’t religious. He thinks God is a joke, but I’ve always been glad he lets me live my life the way I choose—since our parents abandoned us long ago, and he’s been the one who’s raised me for the last ten years, all on his own (giving up his young adulthood so that I could reach mine).

I can smell my own musky arousal, buttery and sharp, wafting from my hand, and from between my wet thighs.

There’s no way in hell I can admit to Pastor Alistair what his guided meditation did to me, I realize numbly. I have to lie….

And I have to lie to Phillip, too; I have to somehow explain my way out of this.

Good girls don’t lie, my brain blares. Good girls are truthful!

“Not this time,” I whisper to myself, but only because I know this isn’t me—and I’ll be damned if I don’t fake it until I make it, even though I know my goodness really isn’t fake at all.

Right?

I button up my jeans, not knowing how they became unbuttoned in the first place. I’ll pretend that I’ve listened to the guided meditation and that it worked well for me, to Pastor Alistair, I decide wildly, and I’ll pretend that Phillip didn’t see anything, that it wasn’t what it looked like (even though everyone always says that, and it always sounds so lame and flimsy). I’ll show my proud face at church, as usual, and I’ll stand tall, knowing that this is all some great misunderstanding.

I’m not a slut, I’m NOT, my mind insists as I make my way out of my room to join my brother for dinner. This is all just one anxiety nightmare….

***

Phillip doesn’t bring it up, and so I don’t have to correct him or pretend anything, living out the next week normally, being chaste and pure and diligent—cleaning and cooking and smiling brightly, and overall, just being a helpful little sister.

I go to church as normal, on Wednesday evening and Sunday morning, only skipping the guided meditation afterward, since Pastor Alistair doesn’t expect me to attend them anymore. I try my best to act as though everything is perfectly fine. It’s hard though when Ashley and Madison corner me after church and ask questions I have to smile away, lying through my clenched teeth.

“Ladies, stop harassing Miss Evergreen.”

I startle when the pastor’s shadow falls over me, his voice nearly tickling the back of my neck.

“Jodie, why don’t you go wait in my office while I speak with Miss Winters and Miss Berkley….”

“Yes, sir.”

Anxiety swells thickly in my throat. Is he going to ask me a bunch of questions now, too? I’ve been doing so well playing the prim and proper role that it almost doesn’t feel like an act (because it’s NOT, my exhausted mind insists), but I’m not sure if I can keep it up if Pastor Alistair pressures me too hard.

The TV is on in his office, playing the news of illness and misfortune in other countries, and how missionaries are helping out in Africa, where a cataclysmic earthquake just leveled some coastal cities. I watch with sadness as I see injured people being dug out of the rubble, suddenly distracted from my own predicament.

“It’s all very unfortunate,” the newscaster explains. “The subsequent tsunami was caused by the intense vibration—”

My mind blanks out. A rushing sensation swirls all through me, making my blood hum. Everything’s so warm. So wet. Vaguely, I hear a call for donations to help out a good cause. I’m good. I’m pure. I don’t realize that I’m digging through my purse, looking for my phone. I take it out and call the number on the screen. Good girls are helpful. It’s an automated line that takes my credit card information, and after I finish a deep voice tells me, “Thank you for helping!”

I moan, delicious tingles of pleasure shooting from my nipples to my pussy. I’m such a good, pure girl, I think mindlessly, my eyes stuck on the TV as I sink deeper into my seat on the sofa. My delicate hands massage my breasts through my conservative, floral dress. I’m so helpful. Good girls deserve to feel good, I know, and God, touching myself feels so good.

I don’t even realize when Pastor Alistair walks into his office, watching me with wide eyes as I start to lift the hem of the dress up my stockinged legs. He looks from me to the TV, and it’s only when I slide my hand into my wet panties that he exclaims, “Jodie!”

I jolt upright, the harsh sting of reality smacking me like a whip. Oh my God, my mind screams, not this again! My fingers are wet and sticky. Pastor Alistair is staring at me. Why was I masturbating again? I wasn’t even doing any guided meditation!

“Something’s wrong with me,” I choke out, heat flushing me from head to toe. “I think I’m possessed.”

I’m startled when Pastor Alistair has the nerve to laugh, my blue eyes snapping to his dark ones.

“It’s not funny!”

“No, it’s not,” he agrees. “But let’s take a step back for a moment. You’re clearly having urges—uncontrollable ones—if my eyes don’t deceive me . . . and I’m going to make an educated guess that these urges started sometime during my sermons?”

“The guided meditation,” I admit.

“Even the private ones?”

I nod, squirming uncomfortably as I itch to wipe my fingers on my dress . . . or the pastor’s pristine sofa. Instead, I curl my hand into a fist.

“Did you choose a word that resonates with you, Miss Evergreen? One that personifies your relationship with God?”

I blink back tears, my embarrassment turning into extreme guilt. “I think I chose wrong,” I choke out. “I made a bad mistake….”

“Shh, hush.” Pastor Alistair sits next to me, patting my knee. I wince as a jolt of pleasure zings up to my wet pussy from the warmth of his touch. “Which word did you choose?”

I blink at him, confused. What word did I choose? There’s a blank space in my memory where the word should be, although I can remember the feeling. The rush. The thrumming. The shivery giddiness and the hum of adrenaline in my head, in my chest, in my pussy….

“I—I don’t remember.”

He pats my knee again, frowning. “That’s unfortunate. If you remember, I have some desensitization tapes for you to listen to . . . but until then, I’m going to have to ask that you take a prolonged leave from the church. You will be fully excommunicated if you speak a word about this to anyone.”

I look at him in horror, the shift of his kind warmth to icy indifference making me feel small and worthless.

“I’m not lying,” I choke out. “I really don’t remember.”

“I believe you, although it doesn’t change anything. Leave my church at once and I’ll make the necessary excuses for your absence. Cross me and I’ll run you out of town. My patented methods will make a lot of money for the church, Miss Evergreen, and they’ll also do a lot of good for normal girls across the state, hell, across the country! We can’t have a forgetful little tramp mucking that up, you see….”

He escorts me out the back way, his grip harsh on my arm as he drags my sobbing frame and leaves me in the alleyway like a used-up whore. I can’t believe this is happening to me. It’s hard to drive home through my tears, my mind replaying the horrible event over and over again in my head, trying to remember exactly what played on the TV that led to my banishment.

Something about an earthquake in Africa. Didn’t I donate to a good cause? I can’t quite remember, but I’m determined to re-watch the newscast on my computer when I get home. I’ve got to get to the bottom of this.

***

Phillip wants to know why my face is all red and tear-streaked when I get home early from church, and I find it hard not to break down blubbering again, leaking out parts of the truth.

“I’m being shunned! Pastor Alistair doesn’t think I’m fit to be part of the congregation anymore.”

“Well, then he’s an idiot.” Phillip pulls me into a tight hug, petting my shoulder-length hair. “You’re the prissiest girl I know . . . I’ve never even heard you say so much as ‘heck’!”

I choke on a bitter laugh. “Thanks.”

His muscular arms around me feel good. Too good. I pull away, confused, and blink at the floor. Why is my pussy still wet even though I feel so miserable? Shouldn’t I be as dry as the desert right now? Especially after my own brother just hugged me?

If anything, I feel wetter.

“I need to do some research on missionaries,” I tell him, my cheeks burning. “I’ll make lunch after, okay?”

His expression hardens. “You aren’t thinking of going on some dumb trip, are you?”

“No. I promise.”

I don’t have to say ‘I’d never leave you’, because we both already know that, not after everything that he’s done for me. I’ll definitely live with my brother until a nice gentleman asks him for my hand and Phillip accepts the proposal for me—because I’m a good and proper girl, and that’s how it’s supposed to be done.

Searching for the newscast doesn’t take much time, but I hesitate to watch it when I find it, sitting on my bed in my dress and low-heeled pumps, just staring at the laptop screen. Maybe I shouldn’t watch it. Maybe it’ll do something to me again. Maybe Phillip will even find me naked and stuffing my fingers up my pussy like a deviant slut….

“That’s ridiculous,” I tell myself, slowly removing my shoes.

It’s possible that the newscast had nothing to do with my predicament, after all. Maybe it was Alistair’s office! Who knows if his aura or voice lingers there somehow?

“That’s crazy,” I whisper.

I fan my suddenly sweaty face, and then take off my white pantyhose, cringing as the flimsy fabric sticks to my wet panties. A shower would probably do me good. I can smell the heated musk of myself, and I hate to admit that it smells kind of good—kind of . . . sexy….

Shut up, I hiss internally, cringing.

Maybe I’ll watch the newscast on my phone while I’m taking a shower. That somehow seems safer than lying on my bed, and it’ll be normal to lock the bathroom door, whereas I almost never lock my bedroom door (because I have nothing to hide).

I grab a modest pair of jean shorts and a blue t-shirt that brings out the color of my eyes, along with a plain white bra and matching cotton panties, and then I head into the bathroom. Normally, I don’t look at my nude body in the mirror, but I can’t help myself after I’ve stripped off my dress and sodden underthings.

A pretty, heart-shaped face stares back at me, my big, blue eyes making me look a youthful eighteen. My breasts are more womanly than my face, although not huge, but still rounded and full, looking nice on my petite frame. I stare at my flat tummy, my eyes slowly drifting down to the traitorous spot between my legs. There’s a thatch of soft blonde hair there, but I can see the delicate pinkness of my clit poking out, and the plumpness of my lower lips. Wet. Sticky. Glistening….

“Gross,” I mutter, turning my eyes away as a spike of pleasure makes my head sway.

Why would I find myself arousing? That’s just weird.

Maybe it’s just hormones though, I convince myself as I step into the steamy shower and relish in the hot spray of water. I’m supposed to get married and reproduce. That’s God’s function for me after all. But usually young women wait a few years until they aren’t teenagers anymore. Even though we live in Texas, where teen mothers are at an all-time high, the Holy Faith Church prefers that young women abstain until their early twenties, which I have every intention of doing, because I’m prim and proper and will marry appropriately when the time comes.

My cellphone is waterproof, so I set it up to play on the little shower caddy, while I scrub myself with luxurious, sweet-scented body wash. My stomach does a flip-flop when the newscast starts. Should I really be listening to this again? Maybe this is a big mistake….

I hum a little tune to myself as the newscaster explains the horror that unfolded—earthquakes and tsunamis—in Africa. I don’t even realize when the newscaster makes the comment about the earth’s vibration, so lost as I am in trying to calm myself by soaping up my teen tits….

There’s no thought of being cognizant versus being not. My mind goes in an instant; a warmth thrums inside my brain, blanking out and making me shiver. The hot spray of water and my hands on my breasts feel deliciously wonderful. I rub the soap in harder, moaning as pleasure ripples all through me.

I’m such a good, pure girl. I’m so virginal and sexy. My body is so tight and fit, just made for breeding. I roll my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, moaning louder as the pleasure spikes higher. Everything feels so warm and wet and good. My body is made for pleasure. I’m God’s vessel—to be mounted and stuffed with hot, life-giving sperm.

I don’t even realize it as one hand dips down to shove soapy fingers up my dripping wet pussy. I need to be clean and pure everywhere. It’s so tight inside me. So warm and squeezing. I can barely fit two fingers up my virgin channel, moaning louder and not hearing the request for donations that the newscaster asks for.

I shouldn’t hide such a beautiful, fertile body from the world. I should show it off. I should make someone want to marry me—to breed me. I moan louder and louder as I finger myself, the sloppy, wet noises filling my ears as I begin to fuck myself with wanton abandon. There’s a loud pounding on the door, but I don’t hear it, my mind one long tunnel of bliss, my fingers working in and out of me.

“Are you okay?”

Vaguely my mind registers the sound, but not the meaning. I’m so horny that I can’t stop, won’t stop, humping my hand and crying out as my orgasm builds and builds. I’m so wet and tight and pure, my tight, teen cunt spasming around my fingers as my older brother bursts into the bathroom, his eyes wild with concern.

“Jodie?”

I snap into reality just as I climax, my moan broken as I stare into his shocked eyes through the clear glass of the shower, hiding nothing about what I’m doing.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispers, making me shudder helplessly, my face flushing bright.

“It’s not,” I choke out, but I don’t know how to finish the lie, because it obviously is—and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, other than I feel so good right now I can still hardly think, can hardly breathe.

I don’t realize that the newscast ends. Or that it automatically starts up again due to the video loop.

“It’s okay,” he mumbles, staring at my soapy tits, at the way the bubbles slide down my sexy, little body. “We all have urges….”

I shiver at the fire in his eyes. Is my brother really looking at me like I’m to be lusted after? It’s so wrong, yet with the humming buzz still tingling in my pussy, it feels exotic and sexy, my fingers slowly pulling out of my teen tightness, squelching as they pull free.

“Jodie, are you okay?”

If he’d said my name a moment later, I wouldn’t fall under like I do when the newscaster states how unfortunate it was that the subsequent tsunami was caused by the intense vibration of the Earth’s tectonic plates*….*

My mind goes blank, my wet body lurching out of the shower towards him as he stares at me. I moan and finger myself sluttily, falling into his arms, my pussy clenching around my greedy fingers. I need someone to cum in me. I need to prove that I’m pure and fertile and breedable….

“Are you okay?” he asks me desperately. “You’re making me . . . uh….”

I moan as he squeezes me against him, the outline of his erection pressing into my side.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, trying to push me away, but I don’t let him, fingering myself harder and moaning up into his stunned face.

“I’m so horny,” I whimper, pressing my wet tits into his chest and mewling. “Please help me….”

He freezes as I slide down his body, groaning as I start to kiss his hard cock through the rough denim of his jeans.

I’m such a good girl, on my knees and worshipping. So pure. So close to God. I don’t even realize that somehow my mind is all mixed up and short-circuiting, or that I should never (in a million years) be taking my older brother’s cock out, or that prayer isn’t done like this, with my tongue darting out to lick away the dribbling precum from his cockhead.

“Jo—” he starts, but then he groans, his grip hard on my shoulders as I suck him in—like I know what I’m doing, like my mouth was always made for this. “Jesus….”

I finger my tight, teen cunt, two fingers now easily spreading me open with how aroused I am, listening to my older brother’s ragged breathing, something deep inside me knowing that I’m making him feel just the same way I’m feeling. So good. So deliriously horny. Aching for release—aching for blissful salvation.

This is my purpose, to worship on my knees. I’m such a good girl.

“Stop,” he hisses, lurching backwards just as he ejaculates, his cock spraying hot, fat jets of cum across my face, my neck, my bouncing tits.

I blink up mindlessly at him, watching his mouth gape, his eyes glazing over, and a powerful rush expands inside me, orgasm ripping through me like a bullet as I hear my brother gasp, “Fuck….”

“Fuck,” he repeats after he’s finished decorating my slender body with white trails of his sperm; he looks down at me in horror, shaking his head. “I’m so fucking sorry. You weren’t supposed to do that to me, Jodie—”

It’s like being doused in icy water. My mind zaps back, my heated expression morphing into pained confusion as I listen to my brother curse and watch him shove something back into his boxers, hastily doing up his jeans.

Was that his penis?

And why am I kneeling on the floor? Why am I naked?

I hear the bathroom door slam and I look up in shock, finding that Phillip has dashed out and left me, sticky and wet, my knees aching on the tiled floor.

“Oh my God, what have I done?” I touch the wet, slimy stuff that’s dripping down my face, my breasts. “What is this?”

But I know what it is, I think, the primal, sharp smell of it lancing into my brain. My older brother was just in here with me, with his pants down, and my insides are sore like I’ve been touching myself. I swallow, realizing my mouth tastes weird . . . and it’s kind of sore. Did I put my brother’s dick in my mouth?

Tears well up as I think about what I must have done to get Phillip to molest me in such a way.

I’m a monster—a horrible, slutty, devil woman!

I’m just about to sob myself into a puddle on the floor when I hear the newscaster on my phone explain why the tsunami hit Africa’s coastal line, and my brain vibrates, all my guilty thoughts blanking out….

I’m on my knees. Right where I’m supposed to be.

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I (M26) would spend a lot of weekends at my cousins house and would hang out with them alot. I remember when we would hang out, we would sit at a table and I would get hard randomly. One day she set her foot on my cock and started rubbing it. It really turned me the fuck on and I was pulsing through my shorts. We even had a code word for it when I wanted her to do it. But the best one is when I was sitting on the couch and she was laying on the floor and she backed her feet up on my cock and start rubbing it intensely. The scary part was we had family in the kitchen next to us. After about 10 minutes of her rubbing my cock, I came hard in my pants. I had to take a breather just to recover. I tell her to stop and get up to go clean myself. If you read my last story about jerking off next to my Cousin, this was her sister and today id rail the fuck out of her if she'd let me. She grew fine. Id even like to repeat what we used to do as teens.

I (M26) jerked off to my cousin while she laid next to me. This was a long time ago when we were teens. They would come on the weekends to sleep over and one night we were in my room watching a movie. I always kinda found her attractive and always wanted to fuck her. I was hard under the blanket as she was kinda pressing against my cock. So I slowly and secretly took my cock out and started jerking off. It felt so good jerking off while she was laying on me. I didn't last more than 5 minutes until I finally came under the blanket. As I finished she looked over at me and then back at the movie. Don't know if she knew what I was doing or not but fuck I was hoping she wouldve noticed and been into it. Today she's a little high fashion and bitchy, but hot as fuck still and everytime i see her, I just want to stick my cock in her mouth and fuck her sexy tight body!

I (M26) absolutely love blowjobs more than anything. Something about a woman controlling your pleasure. It's so hot to me. My current girlfriend doesn't really give me much which bums me out. But my Ex, well that's a different story. When we were together, she would blow me whenever I asked. The one that comes to mind the best is when she blew me outside of her house in my car. We had just got back from a concert and she wanted to chill a little before she went in. Well call her Amy. Amy started making out with me after talking dirty a little and then I unzipped my pants and pulled out my very hard cock. She was surprised at first, but knew what I wanted and got right to work. She had a mouth on her. She sucked me so good and took me all the way. I would fuck her mouth ever now and then. I would force her head down faster because she felt so good. Before I cane I gave her the warning and like a good girl she sped up and took my fat load down her throat until I was drained. Even after, she was the type to keep sucking for her pleasure and enjoyment because I get really sensitive after. She came up, swallowed the last of my load and kissed me. I was winded after that. Fast foward to my current GF, after our second date I got her to blow me in the car. And the risky part was I think there was people right next us in the other car but she didn't care she kept going until I blew a fat load in her mouth. Fuck I miss when she would do shit like that. I desperately need a blowjob. 😩😩😩

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So I was on a plane heading on a girls trip to Spain, there were 8 of us and we were all so giddy and excited. All through the flight There was a group of guys similar to our age trying to talk to us. It was in a sort of embarassing and cringey way as their attempts to involve us in conversation were a bit desperate.

All but for one guy. He seemed like the quiet one of the group. He wasn't getting involved in the 'banter' that his mates were doing and that's what made him stand out if that makes sense? The way he looked like the odd one out... that and the fact he was really good looking. Wavey black hair, stubbly beard and tattoos all the way up his bulky arms.

We arrived at our hotel and of course the loudmouth dickhead guys were staying in this hotel too... But that also means the good looking one is too!

That night, we dumped our bags and the plan was to quickly shower and head out straight away. We took turns at showering as we drank in the room. Playing drinking games, dancing and genuinely just being giddy. We eventually made our way down to the hotel bar and the boys from the plane were there. A few of them really tried involving us in conversation just like they did on the plane - not in a snobbish way but we just weren't interested, it was really cringey. Myself and the quiet boy (I'll call him that for this story) kept catching each other out my looking... It was a little strange, flirty and hot at the same time... About an hour had passed before I went up to the room to change my shoes before we went out. I changed my shoes, came out of the room and walked down the hall.

I see the quiet boy walk out of his room further down the corridor. We look at each other and both instantly giggle as we continued walking to meet each other. Now I swear that not a word was said, we just giggled and it just kind of... Happened? I threw my arms around him as we embraced and began kissing. It was so passionate in that moment and hot in the way that we hadn't even spoken to each other - the connection and chemistry was just there.

We continued kissing on the corridor until I mustered up the courage to actually break the silence. I nodded my head and asked him in a whisper if he wants to come with me into the bathroom. It's a small communal bathroom on the corridor that is actually tiny with barely any room for one person, let alone two but as soon as that door was locked behind us... I decided to take matters into my own hands, literally. 😈

I bent down in this tiny bathroom, undid his pants and started licking up and down his hard cock and playing with his balls. They were so tight and full of cum like he was so wound up and waiting to burst already 🥵🥵 I could feel him throbbing with every inch I took down my throat and can still feel it when I think about it to this day!

He was moaning so loud, if anyone was on the corridor, they could definitely hear him so I put my hand over his mouth as I continued to work my way up and down that long, solid shaft. As I continued sucking, I let my other hand caress and play with those full balls of his to tease myself of what I'm about to taste. Now this wasn't a quickie in a negative way, it was hot in the sense of we both had to have each other right then and there and in that moment, I was just so happy to be sucking his cock.

I think it's safe to say he came all in my mouth and a little on my face too. I got myself a real, thick warm load as I felt his release inside my mouth.

I open my mouth to let him see what a mess he's made before swallowing him down in one. We left the bathroom and went back downstairs separately to join our friend groups.

I didn't know he had got some cum in my hair that was still there when I went downstairs! One of the girls told me 🙈 I made out like I'd brushed my teeth!

Throughout the holiday, we carried on meeting, fucking and genuinely just having a great time throughout. Turns out he was actually a really nice guy and got on with us all! But as far as the night me and 'quiet boy' met... none of my friends know what I did and I kind of like the fact that it's just our own little dirty secret!

Thanks for listening!

I wake up the next morning to the sunlight hitting my face. I can see again. The gag is removed from my mouth too and my hands are no longer bound together. I take a deep breath of relief. Then I feel the latex suit covering my body. The inside is wet. I feel my neck and notice the collar is still locked shut. Thats when I hear Cass talking to someone in the living room. Can it be Veronica?

I get up and walk out there to find Kate and Cass laughing. Oh this is not good.

“look who’s up. Kate brought us bagels” Cass says. She is dressed in sweatpants and a tank top. Kate is wearing a tight black yoga pants and a sports bra. She is looking at me.

“I figured you must be hungry after missing dinner yesterday. Least I could do after how much fun we had with you.” Kate says.

She’s right, I’m starving. I grab some food and sit back down next to the ladies.

“Thanks Kate. Cass, can I talk to you in private?” I ask.

“In a minute honey, Kate was about to show me something else she brought.”

Kate smiles at me and grabs something out of her bag.

“Since he has gotten used to your normal chastity device now, I thought you might want something to use as a punishment. I used to use this on my last male slave when he was really bad.” Kate says as she holds the smallest chastity device I have ever seen. It’s flat at the front and must only extend an inch or less. I can only imagine how painful it would be to wear.

“Oh my, I don’t think he is fully used to regular chastity yet, but its good to have another option. Right slave boy?” Cass says as she pinches my butt. I start to get very nervous. “I’ll go put this away where he can’t find it” she grabs the device from Kate and walks down the hallway leaving me with Kate.

“How are you feeling in that suit? Things got a little messy yesterday.” Kate says as she tugs at my collar. Sweat starts dripping from my hood.

“I want you to keep that special shower between you and me, ok? Otherwise I’ll tell Cass you were bad and she’ll lock you in that new cage. Ok?” Kate whispers in my ear.

“Uh, ok”

Cass comes back.

“I need to get going now Cass, but it was good to see you two again.” Kate says

“Ok thanks for the breakfast.” Cass says as Kate walks out the front door.

“What did you want to tell me love?”

“Oh, um.”

“You want to take that suit off don’t you” cass says as she grabs my chest.

“Yes, desperately”

“You’re in luck. Veronica left the key with me after all. Let’s get you in that shower.” Cass pulls out the key from her pants.

She unlocks the collar and pulls off my hood. It feels good to have it off. The suit was a bigger challenge. We go into the bathroom and she grabs the neck hole. It stretches it until I can fit my shoulder out. Then I slide my arm out as Cass holds the latex open. Then the other side. My body is completely covered in a layer of sweat, lube and possibly Kate’s pee. Weirdly the only smell is from the latex itself. Once my arms are free Cass slides the rest of the suit off of me. She turns on the water and leaves with the suit. I then take the best shower of my life.

Afterwards I notice she didn’t leave clothes for me in the bathroom. I go into our bedroom and see her locking up my drawer.

“Honey, can you lay with me for a moment?” Cass asks

“Of course”

We both lay down on the bed together. Cass runs her fingers through my hair.

“You’ve been through a lot my love. Lots of new things too. How are you feeling?”

“I feel good now. I enjoyed being your gimp, but I don’t know how much longer I could’ve stayed in that suit.”

“I loved seeing you in it. You were so obedient and such a good gimp. How did you feel about our play? Did you enjoy it?”

“To tell you the truth, I loved it. I loved submitting so deeply to you. The chastity was hard though”

“I know honey, but I am so proud of you for doing it.” She says as she kisses my forehead. “We are going to take a break from chastity for a while. Well, if you are good.” Her finger touches the tip of my cock. It starts to get erect.

“Was there something you want to tell me earlier?” She asks

“Well, uh. Yeah there is. Kate peed on me in the shower yesterday.”

Cass seems disappointed.

“I need to show you something.” She pulls down her pants and reveals a chastity belt. Cass is locked in chastity. I don’t even know what to think.

“When you were downstairs, the girls decided to get back at me for locking them. Kate told me what she was going to do to you, but there was nothing I could do about it. They had me tied up.”

“You knew? Why did she want me to keep it a secret?”

“Because now I have to lock you in that cage she brought over. She likes to test her subs like that.” Cass gets up and grabs the cage from her lockbox.

“Wait Cass, I’m your sub not her’s. You don’t have to lock me up.”

“I am her sub for as long as she keeps me in this thing. She won’t let me out unless you are locked. Now, do you need me to get the ice?” She asks, holding the cage out in front of me. It is tiny.

“Please, we don’t have to tell her. Let’s figure out a compromise here.” I back away from her and up against the end of the bed.

“I’ll go get the ice” Cass walks out of the room.

I need to think of something. I can’t go in that thing. Her sweatpants are still on the bed. I put them on and sneak out of the bedroom to my office. Right before I am about to go inside she catches me in the hall.

“What are you doing?” Cass says

I make a break for it and she runs after me. I’m cornered in my office and have a brief standoff with her. I try to run around her and back out the door, but she catches my arm. Fuck. Cass pulls me toward her and we go to the ground. The two of us wrestle until she pins me down under her. I’d be lying if I wasn’t a bit turned on by her.

“I’m not going to force you honey, but your clothes are staying locked until you put it on.” she pulls her pants off me and walks out of the room.

I get up and walk back to the bedroom. Cass is naked and securing the strap on to her waist.

“You wanted a compromise so how about we forget about it until Kate comes back and you go back to being my slut. Pinning you down made me horny and I have no relief but to peg you”

“I’ll take that deal any day Mistress”

She grabs my face and kisses me. God I love this woman.

The end.

This story happened almost exactly ten years ago when I (F23 at the time) was travelling through Southeast Asia. I have a number of other stories from this trip, some have already been posted, others I haven’t gotten around to writing yet.

I was in Thailand for two weeks and befriended an American girl my age called Katie. We were staying in the same hotel and kept bumping in to each other. We ended up hanging out together and we got on really well. She was exceptionally pretty, a brunette with a killer body and stunning facial features. We spent most of our time in during the days swimsuits and bikinis and she turned heads everywhere we went.

Katie mentioned that her dad was going to be visiting for a week. They had timed his holiday to meet up with her in Thailand. She had been travelling for a few months at that stage and she was really excited to see him. She explained that he was widowed after her mom passed after a long illness the previous year, so it was probably hard for him with her being away and her brother in college.

He arrived and Katie was spending a lot of her time with him, and she talked about him and the things they did together quite a bit. We were out a few evenings later and he showed up to have a drink with us. He was staying at another hotel a few minutes away.

When I met him I was instantly struck by how handsome he was. Im not sure what I was expecting but he was probably 30 years older than me and had grey hair but he was in great shape. He reminded me of those older guys you see in a Gillette ad on TV. He spoke with a thick American accent, he was fun and insisted on buying us drinks all night. We had a nice evening with lots of laughs, discussing all the things that had happened on our travels and more.

A few evenings later I was walking on the beach and I bumped into him walking against me, he was barefoot, holding his sandals and wearing shorts and a smart polo top and sunglasses. Katie was off on a night out with other friends so he was by himself. He recognised me and stopped to chat. I was relieved that I was wearing a skirt and top as I had often walked the beach that time of the evening in a skimpy bikini. That would have been slightly awkward as I have big boobs and some of my bikinis left little to the imagination.

There was a beach bar right nearby so he asked if he could buy me a drink. I got a feeling that it may not be appropriate but agreed as I didn’t want to be rude.

We sat outside and chatted for a while and before I knew it we were three drinks in. Like the evening I met him he was easy to talk to and great company. He asked all about my life growing up, the career I wanted etc. He happened to be a lawyer which is what I studied in college. We spoke at length about the good things and the bad things about the profession and we touched on all sorts of other things from geopolitics to music. I felt really comfortable with him and was surprised to find myself genuinely attracted to him.

‘Would you mind if I kissed you’ he asked out of the blue. I was stunned but blurted out ‘sure’. He put his lips to mine and we kissed for a moment. This was totally wrong I thought to myself. He apologised and said that he just found me irresistible. He got up and said that he would leave, apologising again. ‘I liked it’ I said, with butterflies in my stomach at this stage. I was used to being kissed by men but he was so much older.

He then asked if I wanted to go back with him, his hotel wasn’t far and he assured me it would just be another drink if that’s all I wanted to do. I agreed and we made our way back to his hotel. It was much nicer than the place Katie and I were staying at, pretty much five star with marble floors and huge high ceilings.

We brought a drink up and talked another while. His room was huge with a seafront view and massive queen size bed. We were sitting out on the balcony and after a while he put his hand gently on my back. I instinctively turned to him and we kissed again. We then walked back into the room, him leading me by the hand and got on the bed and kissed and fondled each other, fully clothed for a minute or two.

Gradually our clothes started coming off until I was down to my bra and panties and he just had his shorts on. He unhooked my bra and started kissing my breasts and nipples. The thrill of being with this man over twice my age is hard to explain but it felt so good, probably because I knew I shouldn’t be doing it. Was I really going to have sex with a man the same age as my father I thought to myself.

Within a minute or two my panties were off and he was eating me, licking my clit on this huge bed with his hands reaching around and firmly grasping my thighs. His technique was amazing and I was loving it. He gradually put his fingers in me and started rubbing, driving me wild. I cried out as he made me cum, leaving my pussy tingling and my legs trembling with pleasure.

He took off his boxer shorts and I got my first glimpse of his cock. He had a nice thick shaft, it wasn’t huge but it was a good size. The tip glistened with his pre-cum as I got in position to go down on him. I started slow, licking off the pre-cum and sliding my tongue up and down the underside of his shaft while using my hand to keep him in position. I took him fully in my mouth and started bobbing my head up and down with my lips and tongue tight around his cock. He held my head gently and moaned softly, clearly enjoying what I was doing. I then put my finger in his ass and started massaging him as he continued to groan.

Within five minutes I could sense he was close to cumming as his whole body started to tense up and the muscles in his legs started to tighten. I continued giving him head but upped the tempo. He groaned loudly and yelled ‘fuck’ as he came in my mouth. I kept my mouth on him until he stopped pulsing and squirting. I pulled my head back to withdraw his cock from my mouth, carefully going over the tip before running to the bathroom to spit in the sink. I left him writhing and panting on the bed as his orgasm passed. ‘That was unbelievable ’ he said as he watched me coming back to the bed, I was naked, with my breasts jiggling as I walked. “I haven’t had a blowjob in years, I’ve almost forgotten how good they are.”

We got under the sheets and continued to kiss and fondle each other. I started to edge him and I could tell he was getting a little frustrated as he struggled to get hard again. I reassured him and told him it was ok and there was no hurry. I was used to sleeping with much younger men who were hard again within ten minutes of fucking so this was new to me, and I found it to be a turn on that he was so desperate to get hard for me. We kissed, cuddled, he fingered me and we talked for what felt like about 20 minutes, he kept apologising and I kept telling him it was ok and to relax.

He did eventually get hard after I went down on him again briefly. When it happened I moved up beside him and whispered “Fuck me” in his ear.

“I can’t believe this is happening” he said.

I always used condoms at that point, but we didn’t have one and I was on birth control and figured this was a family man in his fifties so he was almost certainly not going to have an STI. I thought ‘fuck it’ and just let him in me raw.

He climbed over between my legs that were now spread wide for him, my pussy was completely clean shaven and I was wet and ready for him. I took his cock and guided him in between my labia until he pushed it all the way inside me. Once he found his rhythm I put my arms around him and gently controlled his strokes while kissing his neck and face.

His earlier comment had made me wonder if I was the first woman he has been inside since his wife passed, as he continued to plunge his cock into me. It took him quite a while to cum but he let out the most intense moan I have ever heard when he did. He stayed inside me for about another minute, breathing heavily as I had my arms around him.

“You have no idea how good that was’ he said to me as he eventually pulled out.

I hadn’t meant to stay the night but I was tired and probably still a little hungover from the previous night, so I fell asleep.

When I woke up he was already awake and lying beside me. ‘Good morning’ he said as I came around with the previous night flashing before me. ‘Oh Jesus did this really happen’ I thought. He moved over and kissed me on the forehead saying something like ‘I hope you slept well’. We were both still naked from the night before and I could see he was already semi hard.

We started kissing and before I knew it he was inside me again, thrusting hard, much harder than the previous night. I liked it and encouraged him, grabbing his ass tight and pulling in every stroke. After a few minutes I gently pushed on his chest and signalled him to get off before turning around and getting on all fours for him. I loved getting pounded doggy style and he didn’t disappoint. He rammed me hard as he pushed his cock into me again and again, switching between holding my hips and slapping my ass. Eventually he grabbed my hips tight and drove his cock as deep as he could while groaning loudly. I could feel him pulsing hard as he delivered a load of thick cum inside me.

I collapsed down on the bed with him still inside me, he stayed like that for a while, propping himself up on his elbows so that his weight wasn’t on me, but his cock still firmly inside. It’s like he didn’t want it to end. He started kissing the back of my neck and behind my ears and whispered that he would never ever forget this.

He pulled out and we cuddled in bed for a while before I told him I had to go. It was early but I had plans to go snorkelling with friends that day and I was afraid Katie could knock on the door at any minute. He kissed me and thanked me for such a special night before I gathered my clothes and left. To be honest it wasn’t the wildest sex I ever had, but I guess fucking a hot, busty girl his daughters age must have been an absolute thrill for him.

I only saw Katie a few times after that as she spent a lot of time with him. She left to continue travelling at the end of that week and presumably she never found out that I fucked her dad. I secretly wondered what she would have thought if she knew. Katie was very open about sex and had slept with at least three guys I knew of in the short time we were hanging out. It’s not like we were childhood friends or grew up together either, so I can’t say I felt any guilt or shame. She had also spoken to me about how lonely her dad must be. Maybe she would have been happy for him I thought to myself, as if trying to excuse or justify my behaviour.

I have slept with older men since but to this day Katie’s dad was the biggest age gap I’ve had. He was so gentle and kind and really hot for his age, and our night together seemed to make him so happy. I’m glad I did it if I’m honest.

I had this wild fantasy about a Christmas party at the union hall with my male coworkers. Everyone was relaxed, enjoying themselves as the night wore on, and eventually, we all started heading out. But a few of the guys lingered in the parking lot, chatting, and I decided to hang around with them. We were all a little tipsy, and a familiar heat stirred inside me, something only I could feel. I wondered if any of them might be feeling the same way—maybe a little more open, a little adventurous.

The thought crossed my mind: what if I just went for it, started giving in to what I wanted? Here I was, alone in the dark with four older men, no cameras, no one else around. If they knew what I was really like, how much I craved cock, they’d probably have made a move long ago. I imagined myself leading them around the corner, where we kept the beer, still drinking, still laughing. And then, casually, I’d reach out, grabbing one of their cocks, feeling him go stiff with surprise. The others would watch, stunned at first, but none of them would stop it. They wouldn’t want to ruin their own chance. A blow job sounds perfect right now.

They’d form a circle around me, and that’s when I’d know there was no turning back. My pulse would quicken, my body reacting instantly to the thrill of it. One by one, we’d get lost in each other, right there, for hours. It would be intense, primal—everything I’d wanted. In my mind, I’d become theirs completely, a willing outlet for every need. It would be incredible…Oh well.

My name is David and this is my story. Love is such a fucked up emotion. It makes you do things you would never do. Feel things you would normally never feel. And, act in a way that is so far away from your comfort zone. During my senior year at college I meet my wife, Jean, during one of our classes. We ended up getting partnered up in lab. It gave us the opportunity to get close to each other on a very deep level. And, by the end of that semester we were officially dating.

Jean was not the most beautiful girl in class; nor, was she the most out going. However, I found myself completely taken by her and fell deeply in love with her. One week after we started having sex, Jean and I were laying in bed together. Jean told me that she was bisexual and had been having a sexual relationship with her female roommate, Amanda. Her and Amanda were best friends from high school and ended up experimenting one night together and had been fucking ever since.

Jean told me this so I could make a decision. One, if I was not comfortable with her being bisexual, we would part ways before we got to far into our new relationship. Jean had no idea how hard I had fallen for her already. Two, I would be ok with Jean and Amanda being occasional lovers. In fact, if I was ok with it, they would include me in their sexual adventures. Needless to say, my cock made my decision for me. I got instantly hard and Jean got the biggest smile. Turns out she was quite taken with me also.

Jean and I ended up getting married straight out of college. We had and raised two beautiful daughters together. And, during that entire time, Jean and Amanda remained best friends. Amanda had married her high school sweetheart and lived a few hours from us. Over the years, the two have spent many weekends, holidays and vacations together. Amanda's husband, Doug, never knew about Amanda's bisexual side. She said he was a very traditional kind of man and was pretty religious. He did not approve of that kind of behavior.

Fast forward to our mid 30's. Jean and I already had two beautiful daughters by this point. Amanda and Doug did not, as of yet, have any kids. But, they were both hoping that it would happen soon. Amanda came to stay with us for a weekend visit while Doug was out of town for a business trip. Amanda and Jean wanted to go out to celebrate, so we got Grandma to babysit for us. We went out to eat, went bar hopping for several hours and then returned home. All three of us were quite drunk by the time the taxi dropped us off at home. As soon as we got home, I hit the bathroom to take a huge piss. Once I was done, I went looking for the girls.

I found Jean and Amanda in our bedroom, butt ass naked, and already heavily involved in a 69. Jean looked over at me and said, "Well, are you going to join us or not." Fuck, I didn't need to be asked twice. I stripped out of my clothes in record time and joined the ladies on our king size bed. Jean stopped sucking Amanda's clit and sucked my dick hard and fast; giving it a good coat of her saliva.

Jean pulled me down and kissed me deep. "Now, I want you to fuck Amanda's pussy and shoot your load deep inside her so I can suck your cum out of her." In all the years that the girls had included me in their fun and games, never had I ever fucked Amanda without a condom on. However, I was so drunk, it didn't really register with me that my wife just told me to cum inside Amanda's unprotected pussy.

Jean returned to sucking Amanda's clit as I slid my cock deep inside her friend raw. Amanda was so very tight on my cock. Jean had told me several year prior that Doug's cock was below average in size. So, Amanda always enjoyed having my cock inside her. Amanda was so wet already, I immediately started fucking her with long, hard strokes. After a couple of minutes, Jean pulled my cock out of her friend and sucked me clean of Amanda's juices.

Jean then got up and had Amanda lay on her back. She got on top of Amanda's face and told me to go back to fucking her. After another five minutes of fucking, I got to watch my beautiful wife scream out in orgasm as she pulled at her own nipples. This was my breaking point. I slammed all the way inside of Amanda and shot a two week load of cum deep inside her unprotected pussy. Amanda, feeling me paint her insides with my cum, hit her own orgasm as well. We were three bodies, locked into the throws of passion.

We pretty much collapsed on the bed together and fell fast asleep. The next morning, I was woken to a warm pussy riding my morning wood. Figuring it was my wife, I reached up to play with her small B cup boobs. However, much to my surprise, I found my hands wrapped around a huge set of D cups. My eyes shot open to see Amanda riding me for all she was worth.

It was at this exact time my wife saunters back to bed from the bathroom. She crawled up to me and kissed me deeply. The passion in her kiss and her rapid breathing told me she was fine with Amanda fucking her husband again, raw. After several minutes of this, Jean saw that I was about to cum. She whispered into my ear, "Fill her up David. I want to suck your cum out of her well fucked pussy." My orgasm hit me like a brick wall. Every muscle in my body seized up and I felt like I was cumming so hard that my balls were going to leave my body.

Once I was finished, Amanda let out a little giggle and laid back down on the bed. Jean immediately got in between her legs and proceeded to lick and suck Amanda's pussy clean. I took this opportunity to hit the bathroom myself. I could hear Amanda screaming out that she was cumming from my wife's talented tongue and mouth. I figured that our little adventure of unprotected sex had come to an end. Boy, was I wrong.

The three of us fucked all weekend long. And, every time, I got to fuck Amanda raw dog. We fucked in the kitchen. Amanda was bent over the dinning room table and I fucked her to three orgasms before blowing my load deep inside her womb. On the living room sofa while we were all watching a movie. I even got to fuck Amanda in the backseat of our SUV on the way home from another dinner out. Jean drove while Amanda rode my hard cock in the back seat. By the time Amanda returned home to her husband, I had shot at least a dozen loads of cum inside her unprotected pussy; all at the request of my own beautiful wife.

At the time, I thought my wife was just wanting an extra exciting weekend with her friend. Other than asking me if I enjoyed myself, the subject was never brought up again; until several years later. Amanda spent another weekend with us that turned into a sex orgy that lasted well over 72 hours. I filled up Amanda's unprotected womb with 3 to 4 loads of my baby batter every day. I remember being so sore, that Jean and I could not have sex for almost two weeks after. I filled Amanda's pussy over and over. It was amazing and I will always remember those two sex filled weekends.

Now, fast forward to the present, Jean and I had both turned 50. Doug had been killed in a car accident, leaving Amanda and their two children without a father and husband. About six months after it happened, Amanda came up for a visit. Jean and Amanda sat me down for a serious talk. As it turns out, Doug had never been able to give Amanda any children of their own. He had been tested and was told that he had a massively low sperm count; which made conception almost impossible. Then, it hit me. Those two sex filled weekends were both approximately 9 months prior to Amanda's kids being born. I was the father of Amanda's kids.

Jean could see the realization hit me, came over and kneeled down in front of me. "Do you hate us for deceiving you?" Amanda wanted children so bad that they had tricked me into fucking not one, but two babies into her. And, unlike our two kiddos who were graduated from college, Amanda's were still in high school. "Do they know? Are you going to tell them?" Amanda got real quiet. "I had to tell them several years ago. Doug's parents got them those Ancestry DNA kits for Christmas. They never told Doug; they kept my secret." I just nodded in reply. "They both want to meet you, if you are open to that. However, that is completely up to you. The last thing I want to do is cause a problem between you and Jean. "

It took me three long weeks to come to a decision. Jean gave me my space until I was ready to decide. I decided that I loved my wife. It didn't matter that she had tricked me. My love, our love never faulted in 30 years of marriage. Wasn't going to start now. Our kids are both coming for Christmas this year; along with Amanda and her two kids. Not sure how our girls will take the news. But, I know I would like for my family to spend Christmas all together. That included Amanda now also. Love will make you do all kinds of things. Some good, some bad. Time will tell which one this was going to be.

The best of times turned to the worst of times. We had our issues like any couple would, but "L" had always been my everything. My rock. My comfort. My joy... But one day she went clubbing with her sister and a couple of friends and came back a completely different person. It wasn't hard to guess what was going on when the waiting warm embrace after work turned to a cold shoulder that was progressively more and more focused on her phone. I didn't bother going through her phone because I already knew what I would find. It felt like my heart had already been ripped out and trampled. I saw my face in the mirror 5 days after that and didn't recognize the tired, beaten down, sad man in front of me. I couldn't just let it end though, not like that. I had to do something to make remind me that I really am him. My plans coalesced immediately. Sunday was our schedule date night, where we would dedicate the entirety of our night to each other, and I had already suspected this would be the last one we would share, and as a hopeless romantic at heart, I was going to do everything I could to make it a night we would never forget. I called the babysitter to confirm that it would be an overnight day, and we took a trip down memory lane. Our day started mundane with a walk around the park we would sneak to while we were in high school to share kisses and stories. She remarked on how it had been years since we last visited. I had thrown together a picnic, and we sat under "our" tree and reminisced on all the times we had snuck out to meet up under that same tree just to talk about our days... the simpler times that we could never get back. After we finished up the snacks, I packed the basket up and we headed to a bowling alley in the mall, the same place I took her for our first real date, where she proceeded to kick my ass just like she did on our first real date. I had asked the manager to use the valentine's day theme on out lane, so every single stristrike she threw, I got to see cupid shooting an arrow and knocking down 10 heart topped pins. With my ass brutally handed to me we retreated to the theater just across from the alley and watched a movie that she had been going on about for months. After her hour power nap, we went to the same hibachi right down the road that I had taken her to for prom when she was still pregnant with my son, where she ordered double shrimp because "she didn't have to share this time around, so she was going to enjoy it." It's was a pleasant meal, especially since we lucked out and had the table to ourselves. With what felt like an prefect day behind us, we headed to a hotel. I ushered her to the bathroom with a bath bomb in hand. After running the bath water, I went back to the room to grab the wine and candles, and nonceremoniously throw rose petals over the bed. I joined her in the bath, sliding in behind her and holding her close. We sat in silence enjoying the soak, my thumb grazing gently across her stomach while we sipped wine and got lost in the aroma of vanilla bean. I started thinking about all of the good times we had over all the years and whispered "Thank you, just for being you." It's true that inside, I was falling apart, but she was the mother of my child, my first love, my everything. I kissed her lightly on the ear and told her I don't think I could ever love someone as deeply as I love her. I left the bath. In the room I knew I still had a few more minutes so I arranged the petals into a rough heart shape and lit a couple of pillar candles and put them on either side of the bed. I put on my ragged jeans that I always wore when I was planning on not just making love, but fucking her senseless. She walked out of the bathroom without a stich of clothing while I was leaning over the balcony, sipping my wine. Without a word, I walked back in and pulled her into a crushing embrace, kissing her like I knew it was the last time our lips would meet. I picked her up and felt her warm pussy through the worn fabric of my jeans. I laid her down in the middle of the heart and stood back admiring the view. Her silky pale skin was still slightly wet, that beautifully dyed fiery red hair, the glint of reflection of the candlelight flickering in her green eyes reminded me of the sunset at the beach during our honeymoon. I traced the smooth curves of her body with my eyes. Those perfect pink nipples that were already pebbled held my attention for a few seconds. I couldn't contain myself, I crawled onto the bed beside her and drew one of them into my mouth feeling it harden while I let my free hand peruse the rest of her body. I knew it well, but everytime I touched her body always felt like the first. I pulled myself on top of her, my erect cock pressing into her pussy through the denim of my jeans drew a sweet little moan from her. She ran her hands through my hair as I trailed kisses down her stomach and to her thighs until I slowly, oh so slowly made my way back to her middle. Her smell always drove me insane and I could see how wet she was. I kissed her labia and looked up, her face was so cute and red. I asked her how many times she wanted to cum. She giggled and I sucked her clit into my mouth, drawing out more of her sweet sounds. I licked around her labia, and then from her entrance to her clit. I circled my tounge around it until I felt her squeezing my her with her thighs. Her pussy was pulsating under my mouth. I teased around her entrance with my fingers and brought myself back up to her for a passionate kiss. I entered two of my fingers, exploring her, filling her, pulling against her g spot until again, I felt her pussy squeezing my fingers, she was already quivering, but thay wouldn't do. Tonight had to be perfect. I attempted to pull her out of the bed, but we had a little signal miss and she instead sat up and started freeing my cock. I helped her with the belt and let the pants fall to the floor, before I could kick them off, she took me into her mouth, deeply. I was at her mercy as she bobbed her head rapidly. I fisted her hair, holding on for dear life, I had almost came in seconds. Leaning into the pleasure and pushing back the need to release, I let her suck my dick until I was again coming close to climaxing. Her tounge playing around the tip of my cock while she was staring directly into my eyes with a look of hunger almost unmanned me. I pulled her head back and lifted her to stand with me, kissing her deeply and tasting that salty mix of me and her. I lifted her again, pulling her legs around me and felt myself rubbing against her pussy. She guided my dick into herself and I slowly lowered her until I was fully cheated. An animalistic grunt came out of me and I started to rock my hips. The wet slapping sound everytime our fronts met and the now loud moans coming from her were utterly hypnotic. I walked her to the wall, pinning her back against it, deepening my kiss, I pounded myself into her until she screamed out yet another orgasm. I lowered her back to the floor and fingered her vigorously until she squirted. She lost her balance and leaned bodily against me, shivering. I lowered her to the floor and continued my ministrations, rubbing slow circled around her clit. Before the orgasm could wade, I forcefully slammed my dick back into her pussy, biting her neck, and I continued fucking her. She felt feverish from the onslaught, but I wouldn't relent. I kept pumping into her as hard as I could while she continued to scream her moans into the vanilla scented air. I felt her tighten again and she melted beneath me one more time. Satisfied with the work I had done thus far, I pulled out again and carried her back to the bed, pulling her on top of me. She climbed on readily, greedily reinserting me and riding me to another climax. When her moans escalated, I slid my arms under her thighs, holding her up as I sounded into her more and more until finally we came together. I felt our mixed juices running down my thighs as we laid there in the middle of the mess of rose petals, kissing each other fervently. She pulled her head back to see my stone face as I whispered, "Thank you, just for being you, but I think this is our last hoorah, I know about it, choose the other guy."

I left the table feeling full and empty at the same time, I was dead tired. All I could do was think about my warm bed.

“That dinner was amazing” my sister said, “I know right! The pre-service was even better” “you’re telling me”she replied, “I wonder if every meal is like that? Or just dinner, cuz I wouldn’t mind having that for breakfast” she said. “That would be heaven” I said opening the door to our room. “FUCK YEAH! RIGHT THERE! OH MY GUUHD!” You could hear through joint the bathroom, the door slightly cracked, as if it was an invitation. “Hey! You guys all right?” My sister yelled through the doorway, a smirk written on her face. “Oh- w-w-we’re g-g-g-g” I could hear my mother saying in between loud claps. My father chimes in “come in!”. My sister still with the grin on her face kisses me on the cheek and rushes into the room, each step her small ass jiggling just slightly. I hesitate. “Honey!” My mom yells from the room “where are you? I have to show you something!”. “I’m coming” “not yet you’re not” my dad yells. I rush into the room, my mother laying at the edge of the bed, her breasts jumping with each pump deep into her, my father holding my mothers legs over his shoulders. My sister laying on the her side next to my mother, her legs spread open revealing her neat bush. She spreads her pussy open with her fingers, then sticking her middle finger in, out, in, out, making eye contact with me, then glancing next to the empty space at the other edge of the bed, near my mothers head. “Come over here” my mother says, still with the same breathy voice, “I want to taste what you’ve been up to today” I walk over, full mast. She grabs me, reaching under my balls and pulling me in by my butt. In almost one fluid motion she turns her head, and fits the entirety of my manhood into her mouth, I shudder as she starts to suck, one hand helping me, the other on my sister rubbing her clit as she fingers herself. “Do you want a turn?” My dad asks removing himself out of my mother, a huge load of cum dripping out of her. Her bush soaking wet, and covered in the combined juices of my parents. I walk over, stare down at my mother’s vagina, I grab my dick, and run it over the top, teasing her. “It’s okay honey, just stick it in” she wraps her legs around my lower body and forcing me deep inside her. It went in so easily, she was so warm and wet. My father walking over the side where I had previously been. “This is a teaching moment” my dad says to my sister, “watch closely” my mother grabs his penis and shoves it into his mouth, even more aggressively she sucks and slurps. My father motions to my sister to come closer “I want you to try on me, your mother has the perfect technique for any man” “okay” my sister comes over, perpendicular to my mother, bent over, her breasts don’t even heave down they’re so small. She grabs my father and proceeds to do imitate my mother’s technique. “You’re doing great sweetie” my mother says “look at you two, you’re learning so much” my dad says, “now I want you to see what it’s like when a real man does it” my dad says as he pulls away from my sister and bends her over, her asshole in the open air. “Now it’s your turn to watch” my dad says looking at me, “pay attention”, he proceeds to insert himself into my sister, grabbing her by the waist and plunging himself deep into her, she let out a deep high pitched moan. He started thrusting, slowly, but with each thrust getting faster, eventually they both shudder with ecstasy, my sister twitching on the bed, her chest a deep red, semen dripping from her vagina, onto the bed. “Now you try” he says. My mother switches positions, her face down into the bed, and her ass facing me, her asshole a slight darker color than my sister, I slid my dick inside her, starting slow, then picking up the pace, my mother helped, slamming her ass into my abdomen, knocking me back slightly with each pump. I could feel her getting tighter, she was getting more aggressive slamming her ass even harder into me, her breasts swaying in front of her. “Don’t cum yet” my dad says, I can feel the tightness in my dick, I’m about to burst, I try to think about something else, to last longer. But all I could think about was my mother’s beautiful breasts swaying back and forth, her large areola. I can’t resist, I explode DEEP. I cum hard, and deep, I go to pull out, my mother yelling “don’t stop, you don’t stop till I cum too!” She grinds against my dick, plunging me deep into her, I can feel her vagina pulsing as she too shudders with pleasure. Releasing my penis from her, cum dripping down onto the carpeted floor. “That’s okay, they expect that kind of stuff in a hotel room, they’ll clean that mess up. “Why don’t you two go on and head to bed”.

Me and my friend [26M] decided to go on a trip together with some other friends. We know each other for the some time and I secretly always had a crush on him. Ok, so I managed to get on my friends car alone so that we could spend some time together. In the middle of the road we started talking about his relationships and as his previews ex and ended up talking about oral and how much he liked it. I never gave oral…I had sex before, but never that…but when he asked if I liked to do it I immediately said yes (don’t blame me…I was really into him), so he asked if I was not interested into a little adventure… My heart exploded and I said yes…and as soon as I said that he took his dick out and pulled my head. I was so nervous, but I did everything that I saw on videos and that my friends told me… It was so hot hearing him moan as I moved up and down… He must have liked it too because 3 min after he already loaded everything into my mouth and as a good girl I swallowed everything! It was the best car trip ever

So like every other slut especially a gooner slut, I love getting fucked. I love being filled with cock. It just makes my pussy leak so much and go crazy. I love it.

It started with him giving me a sensual massage where his cock was rubbing on my pussy the whole time to tease me while I was lying on my stomach. My pussy was such a leaky mess and I wanted to be pinned down right there and fucked like anything. But he took his time then he got to my clit and licked it for so long that all I could think about was he taking me hard and however he wanted. There was a huge spot on the sheets of my juices. And he just fingered me obviously after teasing my pussy opening for as long as he could. Fingering is my weak point, if the guy knows how to do it he could just make me his slave by that. Yeah I'm that easy a slut. So he fingers me so good that I just couldn't think about anything else. I just wanted it to be desperately replaced by his hard cock.

While I was lost in moaning with my head tilted he just pushed his cock inside me from beside and started fucking me hard. My pussy just loved it. I love fucking so much that if you all of you gooners come together to use me also, I would keep getting fucked.

Obviously I'm gooning for hours thinking about this and losing my thoughts. But yeah I got fucked around his house like a dirty slut. He just took my pussy everywhere he could and I like good slut took all the time fucking and his house was just full of my pussy juices. He took me everywhere with my hair with his cock inside me. Like a good gooner and a dirty slut, at the end I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him. It tasted so good with my pussy juices on it and I got throat fucked by him until he filled my mouth with his cum which was dripping to my boobs. And told him not to make me cum.

Do I crave it again? Fuck yes. I want to get fucked and used like that everyday. Will goon all day thinking about it.

A few years back I was on a work trip staying in another city. I ended up running into my very hot (and very tattooed) client at the club after an event we had just put on. We got to talking while we were quite drunk and I guess the flirting just sort of kept escalating (though we had to hide it a bit as all our colleagues were nearby). He ended up leaving then regretted it immediately and ordered me an Uber to follow him back to his hotel.

I insisted we just get a drink at the hotel lobby but I guess we couldn’t hold it back much longer and suddenly I blinked and there we were in his room, him sitting on the end of his bed while I slowly undressed in front of him (my short black leather skirt and little black tube top).

We fucked for literally 3 hours in every position there is - he even ate my ass and it felt fucking incredible. I came like 4 times and him 3.

The next day we were both in shock of what happened and had to continue to work together at our event, suddenly with a very hot secret (literally hours ago I had his cum leaking out of me…).

Fast forward a few years and he recently reached out to me and said he thinks about that night just about every night still (even after he had married). He said it was the best sex of his life (honestly might have been mine too) and would do it again in a heartbeat if he ever got the chance.

When I get home from work, I enjoy getting ready and simply grinding my ass against my stuffies while my plug is in. It feels amazing. I then get very fucking wet from just edging myself and preventing anyone from touching my little pussy. I start with my medium plug and work my way up from there. I haven't extended my dildo in a long time, but occasionally I fuck my ass with it. I might make it there tonight. Right now, I'm typing with my medium plug in and am as wet as I can physically be. The feeling when you finally penetrate your pussy after teasing for this long is the best in the world!