u/BustyEmily7

Back in July of last year, my hubby and I decided to go to the pool. It was a weekday. We didn’t expect any people to be there since there’s usually isn’t anyone there on weekdays until the afternoon.

We got ready and walked on down. When we got there, we saw there was a group of three guys. Around our age. This is when I lowkey started rethinking my decision to wear my microkini. I only ever really wear it on vacation or when I expect the pool to be empty. I’m not particularly shy about showing my body, but hey, I don’t want to get yelled at by my neighbors.

We set out stuff down, hubby started taking off his shirt, and I started taking off my shirt too. I was wearing just an oversized t-shirt over the microkini. When he saw it, he rushed over and hushedly and smiling, asked why I wore it today. I explained I was feeling naughty and had wanted to surprise him but didn’t expect anyone else to be here. But it was too late now.

I walked into the pool and immediately, all three guys were gawking at my tits. I mean, I really can’t blame them. They’re big and they were pretty much bare. The microkini doesn’t cover too much really. Hubby introduced himself and we all started just chatting. But between the four of them, there simply wasn’t a single moment my tits didn’t have at least one set of eyes on them.

As the conversation continued, at one point one of the guys abruptly said “I’m sorry. But I gotta ask. Are those real?” And pointed at my tits. His friends were all like “Broooo. You can’t ask that.” And apologizing for their friend. Hubby and I laughed. I said “Yep. They’re real.” And bounced a little to show off their natural bounce.

Then, my hubby surprised me a little and gave both my tits a squeeze. “Yep. They definitely feel reel”. I re-arranged my top. My tits were essentially spilling out. By now, I had a tight semicircle of men around me. My hubby and 3 unknown neighbors. All of them blatantly just staring at my rack. The one that had asked if they were real, looked at my hubby and asked if he could give them a squeeze. Hubby smirked, enjoying the attention I was getting, and simply said “it’s fine by me but it’s her body”. All three of them stared at me with puppy eyes, essentially begging me to say yes.

I crossed my arms, pressing my tits together purposely, and put one finger on my chin. “Hmmm……” I pretended to think about it long and hard even though my nipples were hard and I knew I definitely wanted all of them to feel me up.

Before I can give my verdict, the bold one blurts out “Please! I’ll give you all the cash in my wallet.” And boom. I was sold. I mean, I was risking that he had $0 in cash, but still. Being rewarded for being a slut has always been a big turn on for me.

So he was first to bat. He hovered his hands over my very thin top. My nipples ached for him to just fucking do it already. And finally, he did. He took his time, squeezing them, bouncing them, pushing them together. His friends’ patience grew thin. “Come on, bro. Hurry up.” “Shut up. I’m just making sure they’re real”.

But hey, I wasn’t complaining. I was enjoying having my tits played with. Specially when he would graze my hard nipples with such a thing little fabric covering them.

Then the next guy had his turn. He too enjoyed his time squishing them and feeling them up. But he had an extra thing: he kept pinching my nipples through the top. And every time he did, I would let out a little moan. I mean, it felt good. It felt amazing. I was so turned on.

And finally, it was the last guy’s turn. But he was so excited to finally get a turn that he was rougher and a bit wilder. And by now, my top was a little loose so it didn’t take much at all before my top was sliding around so much that my nipples were out. Everyone’s jaw dropped. Without hesitation, he just leaned down and started sucking on one while pinching the other one. The other two pulled on him to try to get him off. My hubby and I made eye contact. His face had mixed emotions. Mine was fully of surprise and pleasure. He finally grabbed the guy and between him and the two friends, they pulled him off. “Alright. I think it’s time for us to go.”

We all got out of the pool. The guys came over with their wallets and all just handed over their cash with big smiles. I was surprised, I thought I was only getting the bold guy’s cash but hey, I wasn’t complaining. They asked for my number. Hubby gave his instead. I took my wad of cash, and hubby fucked the shit out of me as soon as we walked into our apartment. He had me screaming and creaming. I mean, it had been quite the exciting pool outing. ;)

Three Decembers ago, my hubby (M25) and I (F24) drove about 9 hours to visit some fa mily. It wasn’t a long trip per se. Just a few nights, but the sleeping accommodations made it pretty much impossible for us to fuck. So by the time we got on the road, I was so needy. I couldn’t wait for the long drive to be over so I could get my pussy fucked properly.

But every minute of the drive seemed to pass so slowly. I tried everything to keep myself distracted. But nothing quite worked. I mentioned my horny state multiple times to my hubby. Every time I did, I could see his pants grow tight.

By the time we were about 3 hours away, I just couldn’t wait any longer. I asked him to pull over. He was confused for a minute but he figured it out quickly.

He came to a stop, put the car in park, and turned on the hazard lights. In a literal second, I was bent over with his cock in my face. It was so hard, so veiny, so ready to penetrate me. I started blowing him, making sure to let myself drool all over it for maximum lubrication.

I didn’t spend that much time blowing him before I started taking my clothes off and heading to the back seat. He followed behind me quickly.

We situated ourselves in the back. Him sitting down and me hovering above him. I took his delicious cock and slowly impaled my dripping wet cunt with it. I let out a moan. It felt so good to feel his cock head penetrate me. I had been needing it inside me. I eased his cock slowly into me, enjoying every inch-no, every centimeter. Yes. I lowered myself so slowly in order to savor each individual additional centimeter that made its way into me. My eyes were closed in ecstasy.

Suddenly, he put his mouth around my left nipple. It surprised me so much that I fell and finished impaling myself with what little remained of his exposed cock. I grabbed the back of his head and giggled. “You’re such an eager man” He stopped sucking on my nipple to shoot back “For you? Always”.

And with that, I started riding him properly. First, bouncing my ass up and down and feeling his cock moving in and out of my pussy. Every time I went back down onto it, I could feel it slam into my cervix, just the way I like it. Not too hard as to where it hurts, but definitely hard enough to send a jolt of sharp pleasure.

Then, I settled down and enveloped his hard cock fully. I squished his face into my tits and started grinding back and forth, feeling his cock rub back and forth on my cervix while at the same time giving my clit a good rub with his body. The two feelings together always feels amazing. There’s so much pleasure going on. But after a bit, I realized maybe I was being a little selfish. He hadn’t fucked in just as long. Maybe he needed to thrust into me and properly manhandle me.

So I suggested we switch positions. I laid down across the back seat with one foot on the door and the other on the driver’s seat. He positioned himself at my entrance and started fucking me. But I quickly realized my little car simply didn’t have enough space for me to be properly fucked like the little fuck toy I am. I wasn’t getting enough of his length sliding in and out of me. He wasn’t being as rough as I would’ve liked. And perhaps most importantly, I was repeatedly hitting my head up against the other door.

So, a little frustrated, I sat up. I was quickly met by headlights. I had forgotten we were literally on the side of the interstate. Cars had been zooming by the entire time. He asked what was wrong. I told him my car was too small for this. We both thought for a second. I stared at the cars through the back window.

I really wanted to be fucked properly. With enough space. But the only real solution was to get out of the car. But we were on the side of the interstate. We would definitely be seen. I’m all for exhibition, but I wouldn’t want to get us in trouble.

My thoughts were interrupted by my husband. “I could bend you over the passenger seat and we could leave the back door open to provide some cover for you. But they’ll still be able to see me. Even if I put my shirt back on, might still look suspicious.”

It didn’t take much convincing. My pussy was still so moist. It needed to be fucked properly. So I quickly agreed. He put his shirt on. I maneuvered my way over from inside the car and a moment later, we were back in business. He was holding me by the hips and railing me properly. I was screaming. “FUCK. FUCK YES. FUCK. This is EXACTLY why my pussy needed”.

Between groans, he pitched in his own dirty talk, much more eloquent than my own. “You like that? You like being bent over in public? Huh. Fuck. You’re such a good little slut letting me use you with all these cars going by.”

This gotten pretty long, so I’ll have to post the rest as a separate post.

Drawing by: u/BarbwireLemons on my profile for your enjoyment. ;)

Hi, everyone!

With Thanksgiving fast approaching, I thought I would share this story.

It’s a true story. Everyone’s names have been changed. It isn’t too wild really, so if you’re expecting a wild porn-level orgy, move on. lol

Three Novembers ago, while I (F24) was in my hometown for Thanksgiving, me and a couple of friends made plans for a Friendsgiving gathering. The original friend group was me, Catherine, and Brenda. Catherine’s younger bru h, Josh, would hang out with us because their mom insisted on him chaperoning his sis ter to make sure she didn’t get in trouble. But he ended up becoming an accepted member of the group once we all realized we could trust him not to rat us out.

Anyway, for this Friendsgiving, it would be the four of us plus my Husband (M25) and Catherine’s (F26) husband, Leo (M27). And I would be hosting at my mot her’s place on a night she would be out with her own friends.

Everything played out fairly normally as you would expect. We cooked. We ate. We drank. We mildly cleaned up and then we headed to the living room to hang out and catch up. Leo announces he’s cutting himself off as he needs to drive in a few hours. We all moan but ultimately understand he’s being responsible.

Luke, me, and the girls sat on the couch. While Leo and Josh (M23) sat on the window benches. The windows were on the call to the left of the wall that had the couch. We were all formed an L of sorts.

The conversation was fairly normal throughout most of the night as we most of us continued to sip on our drinks. Some of us clearly more intoxicated than others. Catherine clearly being the most intoxicated out of us all. But at some point, I’m really not sure who got us on this, but we started talking about penises. And then it all really started when Catherine shared that she had never had an uncut dick. She had never even seen one in real life. Brenda (F28) and I gasped and shouted our incredulousness and then proceed to talk about how different it feels when it’s inside you. I went on to talk in greater detail about how I prefer uncut cock because it feels like it has more……ridges? I really don’t think I did a good job of explaining what I meant. But like. Uncut cock does seem to have more…….texture?

Anyway, as I continued to struggle to accurately describe what I liked about uncut cock, Catherine interrupted me by telling me our husbands would get jealous. I replied “Oh, don’t worry. Luke is uncut and he knows how much I love his dick.” While pretty much not mentally processing that she had said HUSBANDS. With an S.

After I announced to everyone that Luke was uncut, the girls got riled up. They had essentially just heard me attempt to describe what I like about fucking with him. Catherine’s bru h then announced he too was uncut. Catherine promptly responded “ew. No one wants to know that” and Brenda added in “Yeah. Come on, man. You’re like our brother”.

Catherine then turned her gaze onto Luke and blatantly asked “Can I see it?” The room fell silent. Luke and I shared a look before I finally answered “Sure. If Leo is cool with it”. But no one moved. She continued to stare at Luke. It was as if she could only hear him. It drove home the fact that she had asked him. Not me. Not her own husband.

Luke stared back at her before finally saying “sure” and standing up. He stood in front of the couch. I could tell he was already halfway hard. He looked at each of us. Then started to unbuckle his belt, undo his button, and slide his zipper down. He dropped his jeans halfway down his thighs and bam. You could see his cock fully erect straining to be freed from his boxer briefs. You could even see the outline of his head distinctly. I look over at Catherine to see she has a wide smile of anticipation. I look back at Luke as he has his fingers hooked on his waistband.

The suspense is killing me. I never shoot down an opportunity to see his perfect cock. A part of me felt a little weird having him show his cock to my childhood friends. But the other part of me was starting to get a little wet just looking at the outline of his cock.

As Luke stands there hesitating, knowing this is a line he won’t be able to uncross, glancing between me, Catherine, and Leo, Josh gets impatient and shouts “just do it it, man. She’s just gonna look. Not like she’s gonna circumcise you”. And with that, Luke looks over at him, back to Catherine and finally pulls down his boxer briefs. And out springs he’s perfectly big, curved, veiny, uncut cock. We all make sounds of surprise that he’s finally done it. All of us except Leo. He’s facing out the window, staring at the pitch black outdoors.

I look back at Catherine. Her mouth is wide open. Staring at my husband’s cock. She finally says “you never told us he was so……well-endowed”. Brenda hops in to add “or so thick and veiny”. I laugh a little and reply “well, we were discussing uncut cocks specifically. Wasn’t intending to describe Luke’s cock in detail”. They both continue to stare at it. Catherine takes a break to look up at Luke and asks if she can touch it. He looks over to me, pretty much begging me with his eyes to say yes. I look down at his cock. I’ve seen his cock this hard before. I know it’s simply aching to be touched. It hadn’t been a fantasy of mine to have someone else touch my husband, but the thought did excite me in the moment.

I finally agreed. Luke took one step forward. Leo glances quickly and then returns to face the window. Josh starts thinking out loud “is she gonna do it? Oh! Oh! Her hand is starting to reach out. Oh. Oh. No way!”

I’m surprised to see he’s still here. I mean, that’s his SIS ter. But I guess he was always a pervert. At the same time, I’m thinking “shut the fuck up, Josh. Leo doesn’t need a play by play”

Catherine abruptly puts her hand down and snaps at Josh. “Shut up, Josh. Geez. You’re so annoying and you’re making this weirder than it has to be. Go into the kitchen and be quite”

“Cat, come on. I’m just Joshing with you” he places emphasis on “JOSHING”.

She gives him the older sis ter stern look Brenda and I have seen her give him for years. He finally accepts and starts to make his way into the kitchen. But not without taking one last look at my husband’s cock and saying “nice cock, bru h”

A little gay, but ok.

Catherine snaps at him again “Josh!”

Luke chuckles a little and says “Thanks, bru h.”

Once he’s out of the room, Catherine’s hand starts to make its slow journey back up to Luke’s cock. I watch it throb as she takes her sweet time. It finally makes contact and I see Luke throw his head back and let out a little groan. I smiled, knowing how much he needed to be touched. Her hand rests wrapped around his cock. She can’t even wrap her her fingers around his whole girth. She giggles with her mouth open. And then she slowly starts to pull his foreskin fully off his head. (His foreskin remains only partially on his head when he’s fully erect, but easily slides all the way off) He groans again. She mutters a “wow” along with another giggle.

She starts stroking his cock up and down. Brenda and I watch as she starts to pick up speed and he starts to precum a little. They both start to get into it a bit more. She’s gasping. He’s making his hot groans every so often. Sounds that are usually reserved for only me. I’m most definitely wet by now. A part of me wishes we could just straight up have a threesome, share my husband’s cock. She has leaned her face in a lot closer to his cock. It’s staring her right in the face mere inches away. If it were a foot long, it would’ve probably been grazing her nose.

She starts to do that thing we girls do where our tongue starts to move a little as our mouth is open and simply yearning to have a cock to suck. I know that move too well. Truly, his cock is simply too mouthwatering to resist sucking. I expect her to ask if she can blow him any second now. But instead I see her start to slowly move her mouth closer to his cock. Luke has this drunkenly lustful smile on his face as he stares at her and takes quick glances at me. She’s closing the gap. His tip is about to go into his mouth.

“STOP! STOP! THIS IS TOO MUCH!” Leo starts shouting. I guess he had tuned in at some point. He starts shouting at Catherine about how she can’t do this and how this is cheating. He’s completely furious. He grabs her wrist and literally takes her hand off Luke’s cock. They stare intently at each other whilst my husband’s raging cock is mere inches again from their hands. Tears start to swell up in her eyes. The rest of us are shocked and frozen still. Josh yells from the kitchen “What is it? What’s happening?” After we all stayed silent for a few seconds, he pokes his head in from the kitchen. He’s joins us in silence.

Leo’s face seems to be slowly moving from fury to simmering anger. Still staring at Catherine, who still has tears in her eyes but has yet to actually cry, he finally says “I think it’s time we go home. It’s late. Thank you, Emily for hosting. Thank you to you and Brenda both for helping Catherine make a great Friendsgiving meal. Thank you to all for a fun night.” He said it seemingly through gritted teeth. He pulls Catherine up to her feet, wipes a tear off her face, and turns to Luke, who is still just standing there with his boner in full display and says “I think you should keep it in your pants next year”. He’s still clearly upset but has reigned in his anger. He turns to me and Brenda “Thanks. We’ll see you next time.” Catherine adds in “yeah. Thank you for the fun night.” As if she had not just stroked my husband and then gotten yelled at by her own.

Luke pulls up his pants. Brenda and I get up to properly say goodbye to Leo and Catherine. I whispered “I’m sorry” to both of them as we hugged goodbye.

Luke pulls Leo to the side briefly. I later found out he told him he was sorry. He had been thinking with his other head. And he would’ve stopped if Leo had said something earlier.

Leo, Catherine, and Josh head out after some slightly awkward goodbyes. Brenda remains behind with me and my husband. We start to discuss what just happened. For the most part, we all agreed yes, things had gone too far, BUT Leo should’ve said something sooner instead of just being quiet by the window. Luke and I would’ve stopped it. It really would’ve been up to us since Catherine was probably too intoxicated to have any actual self control.

Brenda finally decides to call it a night as she heads on to the guest room (which is right next to the living room), she makes a point of letting us know she knows Luke probably has blue balls and needs to cum. She told us to have fun and not mind her. Luke and I chuckle and say good night.

Once her door closes, we look at each other. I tell him “let’s be quick before my mot her gets home” Clothes are off immediately. Doesn’t take long at all for his cock to be fully engorged and my pussy to be wet enough to slide him in. Still, he stretches my tight little cunt as he fucks me in doggy style as I’m on my knees on the couch leaning on the back. He alternates between hold my hips and my tits and simply uses my pussy to finally fully pleasure himself. I love it. I love being used like a little fuck toy.

I’m screaming as he rails his cock deep in my pussy. The entire time I just keep replaying Catherine and Brenda seeing his cock. Catherine stroking him. Nearly blowing him. I surprisingly start to imagine her actually blowing him. I start to fantasize that she’s licking his balls right as he’s ramming into me. The thought of sharing my husband with Catherine can’t leave my head. I cum hard as I imagine her under me taking his cock while sucking on my tits. Hearing me cum and feeling my pussy around him, he starts huffing that he’s going to cum soon.

He pulls out and I get down on my knees to finish him with my mouth. He shoots rope after rope after rope of thick warm cum into my mouth. I swallow it all. I smile up at him. I say “wow. Catherine really teased you huh?” He just smiles down at me.

But our moment of intimacy is interrupted by Brenda saying in a breathy voice “Fuck. You really know how to use that big cock”. We look over and find her standing up against the doorway, now in a tank top and loose, short sleep shorts. The shorts are pulled to the side and we can see her hand at work. I take Luke’s cock back into my mouth. I know he just came. I know he’s probably too sensitive. He immediately gives out these rapid groans like it’s too much. That’s enough to push Brenda over the edge. She cums, nearly falling down. She giggles a little as she recuperates from her orgasm.

She apologizes and says that all my screaming made her very curious to see Luke in action. Specially as she had already seen how big his uncut cock was. We tell her it’s fine. It’s been a wild night. We all say goodnight for real this time. Luke and I quickly pick up our clothes and head upstairs to my room.

We watched a movie and halfway through hear my mot her come home. I think of everything that happened in her living room without her knowing. She comes upstairs, knocks on my door, and opens it to ask if we had a fun Friendsgiving. I tell her it was great and that we all had a lot of fun. She apologizes that she missed it. I tell her it’s completely fine. It was FRIENDSgiving after all. I told her I was sure her Thanksgiving meal would surely be better. She smiles and says good night. Luke and I laugh quietly. We know things wouldn’t have gotten so out of hand if she had been there.

Hi, everyone!

With Thanksgiving fast approaching, I thought I would share this story.

It’s a true story. Everyone’s names have been changed. It isn’t too wild really, so if you’re expecting a wild porn-level orgy, move on. lol

Three Novembers ago, while I (F24) was in my hometown for Thanksgiving, me and a couple of friends made plans for a Friendsgiving gathering. The original friend group was me, Catherine, and Brenda. Catherine’s younger bru h, Josh, would hang out with us because their mom insisted on him chaperoning his sis ter to make sure she didn’t get in trouble. But he ended up becoming an accepted member of the group once we all realized we could trust him not to rat us out.

Anyway, for this Friendsgiving, it would be the four of us plus my Husband (M25) and Catherine’s (F26) husband, Leo (M27). And I would be hosting at my mot her’s place on a night she would be out with her own friends.

Everything played out fairly normally as you would expect. We cooked. We ate. We drank. We mildly cleaned up and then we headed to the living room to hang out and catch up. Leo announces he’s cutting himself off as he needs to drive in a few hours. We all moan but ultimately understand he’s being responsible.

Luke, me, and the girls sat on the couch. While Leo and Josh (M23) sat on the window benches. The windows were on the call to the left of the wall that had the couch. We were all formed an L of sorts.

The conversation was fairly normal throughout most of the night as we most of us continued to sip on our drinks. Some of us clearly more intoxicated than others. Catherine clearly being the most intoxicated out of us all. But at some point, I’m really not sure who got us on this, but we started talking about penises. And then it all really started when Catherine shared that she had never had an uncut dick. She had never even seen one in real life. Brenda (F28) and I gasped and shouted our incredulousness and then proceed to talk about how different it feels when it’s inside you. I went on to talk in greater detail about how I prefer uncut cock because it feels like it has more……ridges? I really don’t think I did a good job of explaining what I meant. But like. Uncut cock does seem to have more…….texture?

Anyway, as I continued to struggle to accurately describe what I liked about uncut cock, Catherine interrupted me by telling me our husbands would get jealous. I replied “Oh, don’t worry. Luke is uncut and he knows how much I love his dick.” While pretty much not mentally processing that she had said HUSBANDS. With an S.

After I announced to everyone that Luke was uncut, the girls got riled up. They had essentially just heard me attempt to describe what I like about fucking with him. Catherine’s bru h then announced he too was uncut. Catherine promptly responded “ew. No one wants to know that” and Brenda added in “Yeah. Come on, man. You’re like our brother”.

Catherine then turned her gaze onto Luke and blatantly asked “Can I see it?” The room fell silent. Luke and I shared a look before I finally answered “Sure. If Leo is cool with it”. But no one moved. She continued to stare at Luke. It was as if she could only hear him. It drove home the fact that she had asked him. Not me. Not her own husband.

Luke stared back at her before finally saying “sure” and standing up. He stood in front of the couch. I could tell he was already halfway hard. He looked at each of us. Then started to unbuckle his belt, undo his button, and slide his zipper down. He dropped his jeans halfway down his thighs and bam. You could see his cock fully erect straining to be freed from his boxer briefs. You could even see the outline of his head distinctly. I look over at Catherine to see she has a wide smile of anticipation. I look back at Luke as he has his fingers hooked on his waistband.

The suspense is killing me. I never shoot down an opportunity to see his perfect cock. A part of me felt a little weird having him show his cock to my childhood friends. But the other part of me was starting to get a little wet just looking at the outline of his cock.

As Luke stands there hesitating, knowing this is a line he won’t be able to uncross, glancing between me, Catherine, and Leo, Josh gets impatient and shouts “just do it it, man. She’s just gonna look. Not like she’s gonna circumcise you”. And with that, Luke looks over at him, back to Catherine and finally pulls down his boxer briefs. And out springs he’s perfectly big, curved, veiny, uncut cock. We all make sounds of surprise that he’s finally done it. All of us except Leo. He’s facing out the window, staring at the pitch black outdoors.

I look back at Catherine. Her mouth is wide open. Staring at my husband’s cock. She finally says “you never told us he was so……well-endowed”. Brenda hops in to add “or so thick and veiny”. I laugh a little and reply “well, we were discussing uncut cocks specifically. Wasn’t intending to describe Luke’s cock in detail”. They both continue to stare at it. Catherine takes a break to look up at Luke and asks if she can touch it. He looks over to me, pretty much begging me with his eyes to say yes. I look down at his cock. I’ve seen his cock this hard before. I know it’s simply aching to be touched. It hadn’t been a fantasy of mine to have someone else touch my husband, but the thought did excite me in the moment.

I finally agreed. Luke took one step forward. Leo glances quickly and then returns to face the window. Josh starts thinking out loud “is she gonna do it? Oh! Oh! Her hand is starting to reach out. Oh. Oh. No way!”

I’m surprised to see he’s still here. I mean, that’s his SIS ter. But I guess he was always a pervert. At the same time, I’m thinking “shut the fuck up, Josh. Leo doesn’t need a play by play”

Catherine abruptly puts her hand down and snaps at Josh. “Shut up, Josh. Geez. You’re so annoying and you’re making this weirder than it has to be. Go into the kitchen and be quite”

“Cat, come on. I’m just Joshing with you” he places emphasis on “JOSHING”.

She gives him the older sis ter stern look Brenda and I have seen her give him for years. He finally accepts and starts to make his way into the kitchen. But not without taking one last look at my husband’s cock and saying “nice cock, bru h”

A little gay, but ok.

Catherine snaps at him again “Josh!”

Luke chuckles a little and says “Thanks, bru h.”

Once he’s out of the room, Catherine’s hand starts to make its slow journey back up to Luke’s cock. I watch it throb as she takes her sweet time. It finally makes contact and I see Luke throw his head back and let out a little groan. I smiled, knowing how much he needed to be touched. Her hand rests wrapped around his cock. She can’t even wrap her her fingers around his whole girth. She giggles with her mouth open. And then she slowly starts to pull his foreskin fully off his head. (His foreskin remains only partially on his head when he’s fully erect, but easily slides all the way off) He groans again. She mutters a “wow” along with another giggle.

She starts stroking his cock up and down. Brenda and I watch as she starts to pick up speed and he starts to precum a little. They both start to get into it a bit more. She’s gasping. He’s making his hot groans every so often. Sounds that are usually reserved for only me. I’m most definitely wet by now. A part of me wishes we could just straight up have a threesome, share my husband’s cock. She has leaned her face in a lot closer to his cock. It’s staring her right in the face mere inches away. If it were a foot long, it would’ve probably been grazing her nose.

She starts to do that thing we girls do where our tongue starts to move a little as our mouth is open and simply yearning to have a cock to suck. I know that move too well. Truly, his cock is simply too mouthwatering to resist sucking. I expect her to ask if she can blow him any second now. But instead I see her start to slowly move her mouth closer to his cock. Luke has this drunkenly lustful smile on his face as he stares at her and takes quick glances at me. She’s closing the gap. His tip is about to go into his mouth.

“STOP! STOP! THIS IS TOO MUCH!” Leo starts shouting. I guess he had tuned in at some point. He starts shouting at Catherine about how she can’t do this and how this is cheating. He’s completely furious. He grabs her wrist and literally takes her hand off Luke’s cock. They stare intently at each other whilst my husband’s raging cock is mere inches again from their hands. Tears start to swell up in her eyes. The rest of us are shocked and frozen still. Josh yells from the kitchen “What is it? What’s happening?” After we all stayed silent for a few seconds, he pokes his head in from the kitchen. He’s joins us in silence.

Leo’s face seems to be slowly moving from fury to simmering anger. Still staring at Catherine, who still has tears in her eyes but has yet to actually cry, he finally says “I think it’s time we go home. It’s late. Thank you, Emily for hosting. Thank you to you and Brenda both for helping Catherine make a great Friendsgiving meal. Thank you to all for a fun night.” He said it seemingly through gritted teeth. He pulls Catherine up to her feet, wipes a tear off her face, and turns to Luke, who is still just standing there with his boner in full display and says “I think you should keep it in your pants next year”. He’s still clearly upset but has reigned in his anger. He turns to me and Brenda “Thanks. We’ll see you next time.” Catherine adds in “yeah. Thank you for the fun night.” As if she had not just stroked my husband and then gotten yelled at by her own.

Luke pulls up his pants. Brenda and I get up to properly say goodbye to Leo and Catherine. I whispered “I’m sorry” to both of them as we hugged goodbye.

Luke pulls Leo to the side briefly. I later found out he told him he was sorry. He had been thinking with his other head. And he would’ve stopped if Leo had said something earlier.

Leo, Catherine, and Josh head out after some slightly awkward goodbyes. Brenda remains behind with me and my husband. We start to discuss what just happened. For the most part, we all agreed yes, things had gone too far, BUT Leo should’ve said something sooner instead of just being quiet by the window. Luke and I would’ve stopped it. It really would’ve been up to us since Catherine was probably too intoxicated to have any actual self control.

Brenda finally decides to call it a night as she heads on to the guest room (which is right next to the living room), she makes a point of letting us know she knows Luke probably has blue balls and needs to cum. She told us to have fun and not mind her. Luke and I chuckle and say good night.

Once her door closes, we look at each other. I tell him “let’s be quick before my mot her gets home” Clothes are off immediately. Doesn’t take long at all for his cock to be fully engorged and my pussy to be wet enough to slide him in. Still, he stretches my tight little cunt as he fucks me in doggy style as I’m on my knees on the couch leaning on the back. He alternates between hold my hips and my tits and simply uses my pussy to finally fully pleasure himself. I love it. I love being used like a little fuck toy.

I’m screaming as he rails his cock deep in my pussy. The entire time I just keep replaying Catherine and Brenda seeing his cock. Catherine stroking him. Nearly blowing him. I surprisingly start to imagine her actually blowing him. I start to fantasize that she’s licking his balls right as he’s ramming into me. The thought of sharing my husband with Catherine can’t leave my head. I cum hard as I imagine her under me taking his cock while sucking on my tits. Hearing me cum and feeling my pussy around him, he starts huffing that he’s going to cum soon.

He pulls out and I get down on my knees to finish him with my mouth. He shoots rope after rope after rope of thick warm cum into my mouth. I swallow it all. I smile up at him. I say “wow. Catherine really teased you huh?” He just smiles down at me.

But our moment of intimacy is interrupted by Brenda saying in a breathy voice “Fuck. You really know how to use that big cock”. We look over and find her standing up against the doorway, now in a tank top and loose, short sleep shorts. The shorts are pulled to the side and we can see her hand at work. I take Luke’s cock back into my mouth. I know he just came. I know he’s probably too sensitive. He immediately gives out these rapid groans like it’s too much. That’s enough to push Brenda over the edge. She cums, nearly falling down. She giggles a little as she recuperates from her orgasm.

She apologizes and says that all my screaming made her very curious to see Luke in action. Specially as she had already seen how big his uncut cock was. We tell her it’s fine. It’s been a wild night. We all say goodnight for real this time. Luke and I quickly pick up our clothes and head upstairs to my room.

We watched a movie and halfway through hear my mot her come home. I think of everything that happened in her living room without her knowing. She comes upstairs, knocks on my door, and opens it to ask if we had a fun Friendsgiving. I tell her it was great and that we all had a lot of fun. She apologizes that she missed it. I tell her it’s completely fine. It was FRIENDSgiving after all. I told her I was sure her Thanksgiving meal would surely be better. She smiles and says good night. Luke and I laugh quietly. We know things wouldn’t have gotten so out of hand if she had been there.

This is Part III, you may enjoy it more if you read Parts I & II. They’re posted on my story for your enjoyment. ;)

He walked over, his hard cock clearly bouncing under his thin sweatpants with every step, and he sat down right next to me on the couch. Of course, to do this, he did have to walk his hard cock fairly close to my bestie‘s face. As he did this, she struggled to focus enough to answer his question. “Uh…a-uh……a cock.“

He raised his eyebrow as he took his seat, “you want to stroke a cock?”

We all looked at his hard cock and the very obvious tent it was propping up in his lap. Images of her hand, her thin fingers wrapped around his engorged, veiny member flashed in my mind and I found myself aroused at that thought. My pussy had already been a bit warm and wet from hearing she had fingered herself listening to us fuck the night prior and telling her all the dirty details. But now, this raised my horny-meter by a noticeable amount. I could smell myself.

Their conversation continued in the background while I was lost in my horny thoughts

“Yes! It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked. I’m so desperate.“

I looked down at my crotch and saw a small wet spot on my shorts.

“I would even appreciate just giving a hard cock a few strokes just to give me some goon fuel.”

Hubby and I exchanged a mischievous look and before I could even process the thought, my mouth opened and spilled out “You can stroke his morning wood.”

My heart thumped as my offer hung in the silence between us. His cock twitched at the offer.

“Are you serious?”

I looked over at her, giving her a sultry smile.

“You can have as many strokes as you want for goon fuel. He takes a long time to cum when he has morning wood.“

Hubby stood up and took a step towards her, his hard cock right at her face. Her mouth opened in disbelief, her eyes glued to his clear tent. She reached for his waistband and looked at me. I nodded. She pulled his waistband down, letting his sweatpants fall to his ankles and unleashing his engorged cock, springing out mere inches away from her face. She reached out, slowly wrapping her hand around his cock.

“Fuck. I can’t even fully wrap my fingers around it.”

“Yeah. His morning wood is a bit shorter than his usual boners. But it’s also noticeably thicker.”

Hubby chimed in with a confident smirk, ”Is it too thick to stroke?“

She immediately answered by stroking him, sliding her hand up and down his shaft with lust in her eyes. As she kept stroking, her other hand slowly made its way down to her crotch, pulling her panties to the side and immediately getting to work fingering herself. The semi-obstructed view of my bestie’s wet, pink pussy as she stroked my husband’s hard cock was all too much. I slipped out of my shorts, spread my legs, and started pleasuring myself as I watched the scene unfolding before me. As the action proceeded and I heard my hubby’s familiar moans, I popped my tits out of my tank top and start squeezing them, making sure to also play with and pinch my nipples.

We continued like this for a bit before she switched hands, taking the cock-stroking hand to her pussy and the pussy-fingering hand to his cock. And in doing so, she covered his cock with her pussy juices, joining his precum in an effort to lube up the action. Our living room filled with all of our moans and the clear sound of not one but two very wet pussies being played with. Eventually, she started cumming. Her eyes closed as she screamed “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She fell back onto our carpet as her fingers continued to finish her off. I took this as my chance. I hopped off the couch, got on my knees and started sucking his cock, slightly tasting the remnants of her pussy juices on him.

As she came down from her orgasm, she repositioned herself in front of him and started massaging his balls. I took my mouth off of him and continued to stroke him.

“Want to suck it?”, I asked her.

“It’s so thick. I’m not sure I can.“

”It’ll fit. It fits my mouth.”

As I kept stroking it as she started slowly approaching it with her mouth open and her tongue sticking out, he started moaning loudly, his knees almost giving out under him. It all happened so fast, but he started shooting his load directly onto her face. It was a surprisingly big load considering I had just milked his cock the night prior. It absolutely covered her face. Some had managed to land inside her open mouth, but most of it was on her lips, her nose, her chin. Some had even dripped down onto her shirt and onto my hand. But I’m a cum slut. And I know how delicious his is. So I couldn’t let it go to waste. I moved closer to her and started licking his cum right off her face. She let out a surprised gasp as her hands awkwardly lingered in the air not touching anything. The taste of cum mixed with makeup reminded me that all her work had now turned into a mess thanks to my husband cumming on her face.

When I was satisfied with my clean up, I looked back at him. He was standing there enjoying the view with his cock still hard, although a bit smaller now. I reached over and sucked his cock clean too. Holding it still, I looked up and said “I haven’t cum yet. Care to show her how you fuck me?“

I sat/laid down on the couch, my legs spread with my pussy right at the edge. He got on his knees and entered me. My bestie got on the couch for her front row seat to the “Emily is getting fucked” show. Her hand caressed my forehead, fixing my hair, while hubby fucked my pussy. He was making a lot of sounds, seemingly half pleasure half pain. I know how sensitive his cockhead gets after he cums, but he was doing a great job of using it to make me cum. Our moans filled the room. His cock plowing into me, making my big tits bounce up and slap my chin gently repeatedly. I looked over at my bestie, her cum-covered shirt at my eye level.

“Fuck. You look so hot fucking her like that“, she said as she spread her legs, moved her panties to the side and started fingering herself again. His eyes widened as he finally had a clear look at her pink pussy. Seeing the lust in his eyes, hearing the new little moans my bestie was emitting as she watched my own pussy get fucked, it all came together to push me over the edge as I came on his cock.

We all just froze there catching our breath after what had just happened. After a minute, my hubby got up and said “So, I hope that‘s enough goon fuel for you. And I’m sorry I came all over your face. Now you need to redo your whole look.”

I let out a bit of a laugh as she replied, “Its a small price to pay for that goon fuel you just gave me. That was seriously hot and your cock is so thick! I really enjoyed feeling it in my hand.”

And with that, we all got up and started getting ready to go find some coffee and food.

After a few hours of hanging out and commenting and joking about earlier, she got on the road back home. Hopefully with enough goon fuel to satisfy her lonely pussy.

This is Part III, you may enjoy it more if you read Parts I & II. They’re posted on my story for your enjoyment. ;)

He walked over, his hard cock clearly bouncing under his thin sweatpants with every step, and he sat down right next to me on the couch. Of course, to do this, he did have to walk his hard cock fairly close to my bestie‘s face. As he did this, she struggled to focus enough to answer his question. “Uh…a-uh……a cock.“

He raised his eyebrow as he took his seat, “you want to stroke a cock?”

We all looked at his hard cock and the very obvious tent it was propping up in his lap. Images of her hand, her thin fingers wrapped around his engorged, veiny member flashed in my mind and I found myself aroused at that thought. My pussy had already been a bit warm and wet from hearing she had fingered herself listening to us fuck the night prior and telling her all the dirty details. But now, this raised my horny-meter by a noticeable amount. I could smell myself.

Their conversation continued in the background while I was lost in my horny thoughts

“Yes! It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked. I’m so desperate.“

I looked down at my crotch and saw a small wet spot on my shorts.

“I would even appreciate just giving a hard cock a few strokes just to give me some goon fuel.”

Hubby and I exchanged a mischievous look and before I could even process the thought, my mouth opened and spilled out “You can stroke his morning wood.”

My heart thumped as my offer hung in the silence between us. His cock twitched at the offer.

“Are you serious?”

I looked over at her, giving her a sultry smile.

“You can have as many strokes as you want for goon fuel. He takes a long time to cum when he has morning wood.“

Hubby stood up and took a step towards her, his hard cock right at her face. Her mouth opened in disbelief, her eyes glued to his clear tent. She reached for his waistband and looked at me. I nodded. She pulled his waistband down, letting his sweatpants fall to his ankles and unleashing his engorged cock, springing out mere inches away from her face. She reached out, slowly wrapping her hand around his cock.

“Fuck. I can’t even fully wrap my fingers around it.”

“Yeah. His morning wood is a bit shorter than his usual boners. But it’s also noticeably thicker.”

Hubby chimed in with a confident smirk, ”Is it too thick to stroke?“

She immediately answered by stroking him, sliding her hand up and down his shaft with lust in her eyes. As she kept stroking, her other hand slowly made its way down to her crotch, pulling her panties to the side and immediately getting to work fingering herself. The semi-obstructed view of my bestie’s wet, pink pussy as she stroked my husband’s hard cock was all too much. I slipped out of my shorts, spread my legs, and started pleasuring myself as I watched the scene unfolding before me. As the action proceeded and I heard my hubby’s familiar moans, I popped my tits out of my tank top and start squeezing them, making sure to also play with and pinch my nipples.

We continued like this for a bit before she switched hands, taking the cock-stroking hand to her pussy and the pussy-fingering hand to his cock. And in doing so, she covered his cock with her pussy juices, joining his precum in an effort to lube up the action. Our living room filled with all of our moans and the clear sound of not one but two very wet pussies being played with. Eventually, she started cumming. Her eyes closed as she screamed “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She fell back onto our carpet as her fingers continued to finish her off. I took this as my chance. I hopped off the couch, got on my knees and started sucking his cock, slightly tasting the remnants of her pussy juices on him.

As she came down from her orgasm, she repositioned herself in front of him and started massaging his balls. I took my mouth off of him and continued to stroke him.

“Want to suck it?”, I asked her.

“It’s so thick. I’m not sure I can.“

”It’ll fit. It fits my mouth.”

As I kept stroking it as she started slowly approaching it with her mouth open and her tongue sticking out, he started moaning loudly, his knees almost giving out under him. It all happened so fast, but he started shooting his load directly onto her face. It was a surprisingly big load considering I had just milked his cock the night prior. It absolutely covered her face. Some had managed to land inside her open mouth, but most of it was on her lips, her nose, her chin. Some had even dripped down onto her shirt and onto my hand. But I’m a cum slut. And I know how delicious his is. So I couldn’t let it go to waste. I moved closer to her and started licking his cum right off her face. She let out a surprised gasp as her hands awkwardly lingered in the air not touching anything. The taste of cum mixed with makeup reminded me that all her work had now turned into a mess thanks to my husband cumming on her face.

When I was satisfied with my clean up, I looked back at him. He was standing there enjoying the view with his cock still hard, although a bit smaller now. I reached over and sucked his cock clean too. Holding it still, I looked up and said “I haven’t cum yet. Care to show her how you fuck me?“

I sat/laid down on the couch, my legs spread with my pussy right at the edge. He got on his knees and entered me. My bestie got on the couch for her front row seat to the “Emily is getting fucked” show. Her hand caressed my forehead, fixing my hair, while hubby fucked my pussy. He was making a lot of sounds, seemingly half pleasure half pain. I know how sensitive his cockhead gets after he cums, but he was doing a great job of using it to make me cum. Our moans filled the room. His cock plowing into me, making my big tits bounce up and slap my chin gently repeatedly. I looked over at my bestie, her cum-covered shirt at my eye level.

“Fuck. You look so hot fucking her like that“, she said as she spread her legs, moved her panties to the side and started fingering herself again. His eyes widened as he finally had a clear look at her pink pussy. Seeing the lust in his eyes, hearing the new little moans my bestie was emitting as she watched my own pussy get fucked, it all came together to push me over the edge as I came on his cock.

We all just froze there catching our breath after what had just happened. After a minute, my hubby got up and said “So, I hope that‘s enough goon fuel for you. And I’m sorry I came all over your face. Now you need to redo your whole look.”

I let out a bit of a laugh as she replied, “Its a small price to pay for that goon fuel you just gave me. That was seriously hot and your cock is so thick! I really enjoyed feeling it in my hand.”

And with that, we all got up and started getting ready to go find some coffee and food.

After a few hours of hanging out and commenting and joking about earlier, she got on the road back home. Hopefully with enough goon fuel to satisfy her lonely pussy.

This is Part III, you may enjoy it more if you read Parts I & II. They’re posted on my story for your enjoyment. ;)

He walked over, his hard cock clearly bouncing under his thin sweatpants with every step, and he sat down right next to me on the couch. Of course, to do this, he did have to walk his hard cock fairly close to my bestie‘s face. As he did this, she struggled to focus enough to answer his question. “Uh…a-uh……a cock.“

He raised his eyebrow as he took his seat, “you want to stroke a cock?”

We all looked at his hard cock and the very obvious tent it was propping up in his lap. Images of her hand, her thin fingers wrapped around his engorged, veiny member flashed in my mind and I found myself aroused at that thought. My pussy had already been a bit warm and wet from hearing she had fingered herself listening to us fuck the night prior and telling her all the dirty details. But now, this raised my horny-meter by a noticeable amount. I could smell myself.

Their conversation continued in the background while I was lost in my horny thoughts

“Yes! It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked. I’m so desperate.“

I looked down at my crotch and saw a small wet spot on my shorts.

“I would even appreciate just giving a hard cock a few strokes just to give me some goon fuel.”

Hubby and I exchanged a mischievous look and before I could even process the thought, my mouth opened and spilled out “You can stroke his morning wood.”

My heart thumped as my offer hung in the silence between us. His cock twitched at the offer.

“Are you serious?”

I looked over at her, giving her a sultry smile.

“You can have as many strokes as you want for goon fuel. He takes a long time to cum when he has morning wood.“

Hubby stood up and took a step towards her, his hard cock right at her face. Her mouth opened in disbelief, her eyes glued to his clear tent. She reached for his waistband and looked at me. I nodded. She pulled his waistband down, letting his sweatpants fall to his ankles and unleashing his engorged cock, springing out mere inches away from her face. She reached out, slowly wrapping her hand around his cock.

“Fuck. I can’t even fully wrap my fingers around it.”

“Yeah. His morning wood is a bit shorter than his usual boners. But it’s also noticeably thicker.”

Hubby chimed in with a confident smirk, ”Is it too thick to stroke?“

She immediately answered by stroking him, sliding her hand up and down his shaft with lust in her eyes. As she kept stroking, her other hand slowly made its way down to her crotch, pulling her panties to the side and immediately getting to work fingering herself. The semi-obstructed view of my bestie’s wet, pink pussy as she stroked my husband’s hard cock was all too much. I slipped out of my shorts, spread my legs, and started pleasuring myself as I watched the scene unfolding before me. As the action proceeded and I heard my hubby’s familiar moans, I popped my tits out of my tank top and start squeezing them, making sure to also play with and pinch my nipples.

We continued like this for a bit before she switched hands, taking the cock-stroking hand to her pussy and the pussy-fingering hand to his cock. And in doing so, she covered his cock with her pussy juices, joining his precum in an effort to lube up the action. Our living room filled with all of our moans and the clear sound of not one but two very wet pussies being played with. Eventually, she started cumming. Her eyes closed as she screamed “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She fell back onto our carpet as her fingers continued to finish her off. I took this as my chance. I hopped off the couch, got on my knees and started sucking his cock, slightly tasting the remnants of her pussy juices on him.

As she came down from her orgasm, she repositioned herself in front of him and started massaging his balls. I took my mouth off of him and continued to stroke him.

“Want to suck it?”, I asked her.

“It’s so thick. I’m not sure I can.“

”It’ll fit. It fits my mouth.”

As I kept stroking it as she started slowly approaching it with her mouth open and her tongue sticking out, he started moaning loudly, his knees almost giving out under him. It all happened so fast, but he started shooting his load directly onto her face. It was a surprisingly big load considering I had just milked his cock the night prior. It absolutely covered her face. Some had managed to land inside her open mouth, but most of it was on her lips, her nose, her chin. Some had even dripped down onto her shirt and onto my hand. But I’m a cum slut. And I know how delicious his is. So I couldn’t let it go to waste. I moved closer to her and started licking his cum right off her face. She let out a surprised gasp as her hands awkwardly lingered in the air not touching anything. The taste of cum mixed with makeup reminded me that all her work had now turned into a mess thanks to my husband cumming on her face.

When I was satisfied with my clean up, I looked back at him. He was standing there enjoying the view with his cock still hard, although a bit smaller now. I reached over and sucked his cock clean too. Holding it still, I looked up and said “I haven’t cum yet. Care to show her how you fuck me?“

I sat/laid down on the couch, my legs spread with my pussy right at the edge. He got on his knees and entered me. My bestie got on the couch for her front row seat to the “Emily is getting fucked” show. Her hand caressed my forehead, fixing my hair, while hubby fucked my pussy. He was making a lot of sounds, seemingly half pleasure half pain. I know how sensitive his cockhead gets after he cums, but he was doing a great job of using it to make me cum. Our moans filled the room. His cock plowing into me, making my big tits bounce up and slap my chin gently repeatedly. I looked over at my bestie, her cum-covered shirt at my eye level.

“Fuck. You look so hot fucking her like that“, she said as she spread her legs, moved her panties to the side and started fingering herself again. His eyes widened as he finally had a clear look at her pink pussy. Seeing the lust in his eyes, hearing the new little moans my bestie was emitting as she watched my own pussy get fucked, it all came together to push me over the edge as I came on his cock.

We all just froze there catching our breath after what had just happened. After a minute, my hubby got up and said “So, I hope that‘s enough goon fuel for you. And I’m sorry I came all over your face. Now you need to redo your whole look.”

I let out a bit of a laugh as she replied, “Its a small price to pay for that goon fuel you just gave me. That was seriously hot and your cock is so thick! I really enjoyed feeling it in my hand.”

And with that, we all got up and started getting ready to go find some coffee and food.

After a few hours of hanging out and commenting and joking about earlier, she got on the road back home. Hopefully with enough goon fuel to satisfy her lonely pussy.

Part I is up on my profile for your enjoyment.

The next morning, I woke up before hubby. He was peacefully sleeping with a very obvious tent from his morning wood. I reached down there just to give it a little squeeze and feel how hard he was.

I quietly walked out to the living room and found my bestie sitting on the floor doing her makeup. She’s an early bird so there’s no telling how long she had been up already.

We said good morning and I asked her how she had slept the night before.

“Well, I was just starting to fall asleep. When I started hearing some banging. And then started hearing some moans.”

She shot me an accusatory look.

“Sorryyy. I was just so horny!”

She waves me off. “Don’t worry about it. It was hot.”

“How much did you hear?”

“Probably all of it. You guys were fucking for a while before you quieted down.”

“Haha. Yeah, he can last.”

“And since I couldn’t sleep, I just laid there waiting for you guys to quiet down.”

She stops as if considering to tell me something else.

“And then I realized I was getting horny hearing you guys fuck. You just sounded like you were really enjoying yourself. It made me so wet and jealous really.”

“Sorry. I know it’s been a minute for you.”

“Yeah! It’s been way too long since I got any cock. But I got so horny, I ended up putting my hand down there and playing with myself.”

I was a bit taken aback hearing she had fingered herself on my couch listening to my hubby fuck me in the room right down the hall.

“Did you cum listening to us?”

“Yeah. I came so hard and I’m sorry but I left a wet spot on your couch. I tried cleaning it with a napkin. But it still left a white stain.”

She points and I look over to see a very clear white spot.

“It’s honestly no biggie. I get my juices on the couch all the time. We have a foaming carpet cleaner we use on it.”

“It’s been so long since I had cock. Can you tell me about last night?”

So, as she kept working on her make up, I told her all about the previous night. How horny I was. How hard his cock was. How good it felt to be taken in that moment. How he didn’t care if she heard. How he made me cum so hard and then made me taste my own pussy juices on his cock before giving me my salty sweet reward. By the time I was done, her makeup was all done.

“Fuck. That was hot. I don’t think you realize how lucky you are to have cock at home ready whenever you want it.”

“Oh. I do. I hear you complain about lack of cock all the time haha.”

“Like, I’m so desperate, I would enjoy even just getting to stroke one.”

And almost as if he had been waiting in the hall listening for his most opportune moment to come into the living room, hubby walked in asking what she wanted to stroke.

And he very clearly still had his morning wood making a very obvious appearance through his thin sweatpants.

Part I is up on my profile for your enjoyment.

The next morning, I woke up before hubby. He was peacefully sleeping with a very obvious tent from his morning wood. I reached down there just to give it a little squeeze and feel how hard he was.

I quietly walked out to the living room and found my bestie sitting on the floor doing her makeup. She’s an early bird so there’s no telling how long she had been up already.

We said good morning and I asked her how she had slept the night before.

“Well, I was just starting to fall asleep. When I started hearing some banging. And then started hearing some moans.”

She shot me an accusatory look.

“Sorryyy. I was just so horny!”

She waves me off. “Don’t worry about it. It was hot.”

“How much did you hear?”

“Probably all of it. You guys were fucking for a while before you quieted down.”

“Haha. Yeah, he can last.”

“And since I couldn’t sleep, I just laid there waiting for you guys to quiet down.”

She stops as if considering to tell me something else.

“And then I realized I was getting horny hearing you guys fuck. You just sounded like you were really enjoying yourself. It made me so wet and jealous really.”

“Sorry. I know it’s been a minute for you.”

“Yeah! It’s been way too long since I got any cock. But I got so horny, I ended up putting my hand down there and playing with myself.”

I was a bit taken aback hearing she had fingered herself on my couch listening to my hubby fuck me in the room right down the hall.

“Did you cum listening to us?”

“Yeah. I came so hard and I’m sorry but I left a wet spot on your couch. I tried cleaning it with a napkin. But it still left a white stain.”

She points and I look over to see a very clear white spot.

“It’s honestly no biggie. I get my juices on the couch all the time. We have a foaming carpet cleaner we use on it.”

“It’s been so long since I had cock. Can you tell me about last night?”

So, as she kept working on her make up, I told her all about the previous night. How horny I was. How hard his cock was. How good it felt to be taken in that moment. How he didn’t care if she heard. How he made me cum so hard and then made me taste my own pussy juices on his cock before giving me my salty sweet reward. By the time I was done, her makeup was all done.

“Fuck. That was hot. I don’t think you realize how lucky you are to have cock at home ready whenever you want it.”

“Oh. I do. I hear you complain about lack of cock all the time haha.”

“Like, I’m so desperate, I would enjoy even just getting to stroke one.”

And almost as if he had been waiting in the hall listening for his most opportune moment to come into the living room, hubby walked in asking what she wanted to stroke.

And he very clearly still had his morning wood making a very obvious appearance through his thin sweatpants.

Several summers ago, I was back home having a cook out with my bru h, his friend, my si ste, my BIL, my mam m , my ste pda, & my ste psi.

It was a fun summer day. We had cheeseburgers and hot dogs and after eating, my bru h brought out a huge pack of empty water balloons. He wanted us all to fill them up and have a water balloon fight. My mam m and my ste pda say they’ll skip out on this but to have fun and they go indoors. Fine. More balloons for us.

We fill them up and split up into teams. Girls vs boys. So, me, my si ste, and ste psi call defending the porch and send the boys down. We start throwing balloons back and forth. We have a grand time dodging and getting hit and getting wet and it’s all fun and games. A very fun time overall.

By the time we finally run out of balloons, we’re all soaked. My bru h’s friend says “Well, Emily, I guess now we all know who would win a wet t-shirt contest.” Everyone laughed and agreed.

I look down, and sure enough, you can see my hard nipples through my wet, white tank top. Idk why I didn’t realize this was sure to happen. I look over at my si ste and ste psi. They’re soaked too but they’re wearing dark colors. Plus, their tits aren’t as big as mine. I wonder how long I’ve been unknowingly exposed like this. But also, the thought of all these people seeing me like this turned me on a bit.

My thoughts were interrupted by my si ste asking if they can see them. I hesitate and tell her she’s being weird cuz she’s my si ste. She reminds me we used to bathe together. She keeps pestering me and I finally relent. By now, everyone is around me, except my bruh, who’s too weirded out to come up onto the porch.

They all gather around me and I pull down the sticky wet tank top and show off my tits. They’re all amazed. My si ste pokes them. I swat at her hand. But her hand is replaced by her husband’s hand trying to get a handful. But she quickly swats at him.

“Hey, he can touch. He’s not related to me.”

He gives her a pleading look.

She rolls her eyes and says “Fiiine”.

He gives my tits a good squeeze and even pinches a nipple. I let out a small moan but quickly realize what I just did as they all go up in a roar. I quickly pull up the tank top and say show and tell is over and walk in. I walk past my ste pda sitting on the couch. I don’t even try to cover up. I mean, 4 people just looked at them bare. Who cares if he sees them through my drying tank top? I go up to my room and start changing. I pull off my shorts and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. my tank top is drying but fuck, I do look hot. You can definitely see through my tank top. I snap a quick pic to pull out next time I’m with my friends. I strip entirely and get into my bed. A bed is always so comfy after you get out of wet clothes. I, inevitably, fall asleep.

Later that night, I wake up after everyone had left. The sensation of the sheets on my bare skin turns me on and within seconds, in my groggy state, I‘m in my bed fingering myself thinking of how it felt when my BIL played with my tits and watching a little bit of porn as well. As I’m enjoying myself, I’m interrupted by a text from my bru h’s friend.

“Are you up?”

Fuck.

Part II is up on my profile.

Last November, a friend of ours had a party. Maybe 35 people or so. Alcohol. Food. He even had a mechanical bull. And he hosted it at the house his parents are having built out in the middle of nowhere, so no bother to any neighbors. It was an empty house still. No furniture. Unfinished walls. Doors still missing door handles besides the front and back doors to go outside. But hey, it had electricity and plumbing and plenty of room for the party he was throwing. And as long as we didn’t destroy anything and it all got cleaned up, his parents didn’t care.

He had rented the bull just for an hour, so people wouldn’t try to ride it drunk. So we all kinda took our turn early on in the night before drinking.

I had worn leggings and a low-cut top. I mean, a party is the perfect excuse to show off my juicy tits. Haha.

Eventually, it was my hubby’s turn. The operator started slow but immediately went hard on him once he realized my hubby wouldn’t be too easy to knock off. He lasted more than I expected considering how he flew off the last time he did this.

When it was my turn to ride the bull, I hopped on but immediately tried to think of how I was gonna do this. I hadn’t ridden a mechanical bull in a long time. Is it maybe similar to riding cock? Idk really.

The operator started off slow, giving me some time figure out what I was doing. As he picked up the pace, there was some cheering from the crowd. I figured I was doing a pretty good job. But then I started actually hearing some of the comments.

“Look at her tits!”

“Those tits are so bouncy!”

“Dang. She really knows how to ride!”

Even my hubby pitched in his thoughts, adding fuel to the comment about me riding. Started joking he knew first hand I knew how to ride, that he enjoyed watching me ride, that this was pretty tame compared to how I typically ride.

But then the operator really started increasing the difficulty. Making me bounce hard and faster on the mechanical bull. I started feeling like my tits were gonna bounce right out of my top. But I couldn’t fix it or I would probably fall. He was being fairly aggressive and, at least according to me, I had been one of the people to last the longest on the bull. So I just clenched my thighs and held on hard to the rope at the back of the bull’s neck.

But as he kept jostling me around, my tits just kept bouncing up and down. I looked down, my bra was definitely exposed. And the girls were nearly spilling out of the cups. I caught a glimpse of the operator. He had a fairly wide, mischievous grin on his face. Oh, this pervert was definitely doing this on purpose. Maybe that’s why he had this job anyway. Always hoping to see tits bouncing.

And then, I started feeling quite the chill on my nipples. And a big cheer came from the crowd. I glanced down. Yup. My bare nipples had made their way out of my cups. Everyone was getting an eyeful of my tits.

I tried to fix my bra, but that really wasn’t the move. I got swung right off the bull and onto the bouncy flooring around it. My hubby rushed on and helped cover me while I put the girls back in. He had a big smile on his face.

Some more people rode the bull and it left as scheduled. The rest of the night was a fair amount of your typical party fun. Drinking. Dancing a bit. Eating. Talking. There was plenty of comments about my tits and my riding. Plenty of jokes and innuendos. I thought it was fun. I like the attention. I’m a bit of an attention whore.

Eventually, people started sobering up and leaving/getting picked up. Only me, my hubby, and one other couple we’re friends with planned on staying the night with our friend. We took our blankets out of the car and our change of clothes. Cleaned up a a bit. Set up blanket pallets in the living room and started changing to go to sleep…….

You may enjoy this more if you read Part I first. It’s on my profile.

“I never do this, but do you want to touch them?”

“Really?”

Before I can answer, the app starts dinging. Asking if I’m having trouble with this delivery. I roll my eyes. A bit of a cock block if you ask me. I quickly say I handed the order to the customer and end my dash.

“Please touch them.”

He reaches out and starts playing with them. Plenty of squish and no bra to hold them in place. He starts rubbing his thumbs over my hard nipples. I close my eyes and let out a bit of a moan.

I think he realizes we’re still out on his porch and his neighbors could see. He says “Come inside?” as he reaches for my arm and starts to guide me into his home. It’s clearly missing some items throughout the living room. A clear sign his ex definitely just moved out. I have a mixture of horniness and pity. I turn back to him.

“How long has it been since she left?”

“About 3 weeks”

“I only wanted you to touch them, but I think you need this.”

I quickly take off his ex’s jacket I literally just put on and throw it onto the couch. But I struggle to take off the tight shirt. I’m a bit conscious of how unsexy I look, but then again, he’s probably just staring my juicy tits. I throw it on the couch, take his hand, and sit him down. I straddle him and my tits end up directly in his face. Mere centimeters away. I can feel his breath on them. I look down at him with lust. He looks up at me incredulously. I grab the back of his head and push him towards my nipple.

He starts by gently licking my nipple. Circling his tongue around it, then passing it directly over it. Then he starts sucking on it. My eyes close in ecstasy. I love having my nipples sucked on. His hand reaches up and starts squeezing my other tit, taking the nipple between his thumb and finger and gently squeezing it. Fuck yes.

As he continues, I can’t keep my tits all the way up here. I start to lower slowly. Until I land my pussy over his very noticeable hard cock. It’s so hard. So needy. And it’s pressing into my pussy. Only my leggings and his gym shorts in the way.

He switches tits and starts sucking on the other one while now spreading his saliva all over the one he just left. I start grinding on him. Fuck it feels good.

The little voice in my head starts telling me this is dangerous. But I push it away. In this moment, I’m not the cautious girl. I’m just a horny slut grinding on this stranger’s cock. My thoughts are interrupted by his moans.

“Fuck. I’m about to cum.”

“No, no, wait. Cum on my tits.”

But it’s too late. My plea is drowned out my his very vocal orgasm.

Did I just make this man cum in his pants? His eyes are closed, his mouth is open, he shakes a bit as he continues pumping out his load.

I look down. His cock head is sticking out of his waistband and there’s a fairly big load all over his belly and his shirt. He’s still twitching and pumping small squirts of cum.

I’m actually very proud to have made this man cum so quickly. But a little disappointed. I wanted to feel his warm cum on my tits. Maybe even wanted to have had tasted him and his load. But I guess my tits are just too juicy for him.

He finally opens his eyes and starts blushing with a little embarrassed smile. “Sorry. It’s been a minute since I got any action. It’s just been my hand for weeks.”

I smile back at him “It’s ok. I understand. I’m just happy I could make you cum. I’m flattered it happened so quickly.”

And with that, I hop off him. He disappears deeper into his home. I stand there with a clear wet spot on my leggings. I struggle to put that tight top back on. And put on the jacket and try to zip it up only to realize. The zipper is definitely broken. I guess he did warn me and it’s better than nothing.

He comes back into the living room wearing a whole new outfit. And says “Here. You deserve so much more for your excellent customer care. But that’s all I got right now.”

He hands me some $20 bills, a few $5s, and some more crumpled up $1s.

I don’t bother to count it. I just put into my side pocket. I give him a long hug over the shoulders, making sure he can feel my tits pressed up against him. He’s a bit surprised at first but he embraces me back. He stay like that for a minute. I say thank you and start making my way to the door. I see his order on the little table he left it on and I just know it’s not even that warm any more. But I’m sure he doesn’t mind.

He opens the door for me, thanks me, and tells me he really needed that.

I get back to my car and start a new dash to start accepting new orders. As I pull out of his driveway, I’m very conscious of how moist I am still. My pussy hasn’t been satisfied. But my heart also feels like I did a good deed. I think he really needed that human connection. I mean, even outside of making him cum, I think he needed that long hug too.

We’re just too people that needed what the other provided. I was broke. He was getting over a break up. It all worked out so well in a very beautiful way. Life just happens like that sometimes. I was happy I could make him blow a big load for me.

I was distracted for the rest of the time I was making deliveries. By the time I got back to my dorm, I was in desperate need of a good orgasm. My roommate wasn’t home so I stripped quickly, grabbed my vibrator, and laid down to enjoy myself. I came pretty hard and headed to Taco Bell for some late night dinner.

I actually ran into a friend there and we ended up eating dinner together. I told her about what had happened and she agreed I was a good person for what I did even though I definitely was trying to fulfill my own desires.

What do you think? Is a good act done for selfish reasons still a good act?

Sorry, I don’t mean to get randomly deep on a horny post. I hope this wasn’t too long of a read!

Back when I was in college, I worked on DoorDash sometimes to make extra money. I usually wore leggings and a cute top.

Well, this one particular Friday night, I was wearing black leggings with this yellow crop top. I didn’t wear a bra because I simply wasn’t feeling it. I wear one almost all of the time because my heavy tits need the support, but sometimes, these girls just need the freedom.

I start accepting and delivering orders. The night is going normal. I get the usual amount of glances at my chest. Pretty standard. I always get attention like that even if I’m not wearing anything particularly revealing. I’m simply too busty to hide.

A few hours in, still before sunset, it starts pouring while I’m in a restaurant waiting for an order. Great. I didn’t bring my rain jacket. I usually check the weather and bring it if it might rain but I forgot this time. The food is ready, I run it to my car. I’m all wet and cold. I turn off the AC and just hope it stops raining by the time I get to the customer. It doesn’t. Customer lets me know she’s adding an additional tip since it’s storming and tells me to be safe. Very kind of her. I complete the order and move on.

I’m run into another restaurant, trying to hold my tits in place. I guess this really wasn’t the day for no bra. The host is a guy about my age. He blatantly stares at my boobs as I walk in. I walk up to the counter and tell him I’m here for Soandso’s order. He just keeps staring at my tits for a second longer before darting up to my face and saying “Sorry. What was that name again?”

I tell him and he goes back to the kitchen to check on it. I’m used to the glances and sometimes even the stares, but this guy straight up was zonked out looking at them. I decide to go to the women’s room to fully assess the damage the rain has caused.

I look at myself in the mirror and wow. I totally understand why he was so distracted. I mean, not only is the top clinging to my tits, but…..oh my gosh, is it lowkey see-through right now? Are you kidding me? Fuck. Yes it is. You can definitely see my nipples if you stare long enough. Like, it’s not anything crazy, full-on transparent, but you can definitely see the nipples. Great.

I walk out. My order is ready. And I head over to the customer. I pull into their driveway and check the app to see the instructions.

“Hand it to customer”

Ok, great. I grab his bag and run to his porch. Finally, a little reprieve from the rain. I knock on his door. He opens it. He’s about 27-30? He greets me and takes his food. He sets it on his little table right next to the door. “Enjoy your meal. Have a good night!” I say, as I start turning and leaving. But he stops me. “Hey! Wait.”

I turn back to him.

“Ummm, I hope you don’t think I’m a pervert. I couldn’t help but notice you’re a little exposed with all this rain going on. Let me get you something.”

He walks out of view and I’m just standing there cold, wet, and admittedly a little horny.

He comes back with a cute little top and a thin jacket.

“Here, my ex left these. You can have them. I think the zipper is broken, but it should still help a little.”

Thoughts are racing through my head. Horny ones. Without too much thought, I say “Thank you. Give me a sec.” and start to take off my top. Right in front of him. I wish I could say it was smooth and sexy, but with how sticky wet clothes get, it wasn’t too smooth. Either way, I’m sure he enjoyed how long it took to take it off. I finally had it off and reached out for the top. He was just staring with his mouth open.

I put on his ex’s top. Struggling a little bit. It didn’t quite want to go over my boobs. I finally got it over and had to adjust my tits cuz they were sitting weird. By the time I sorted everything out, it was pretty obvious his ex wasn’t quite as well-endowed as me. There was lots of cleavage and my nipples were so close to spilling out. But hey, it was warm and dry. I looked at him with a smile, thanked him, and reached for the jacket.

“Let me give you an extra tip.”

He pulled out his wallet and took out a $20 and a $10 and handed them to me saying “You’ve been the best Dasher I’ve ever had.”

I had a wide smile on my face. “Thank you. That’s a big tip.”

“You deserve it.”

“I never do this, but do you want to touch them?”

Part II is up on my profile for your enjoyment. ;)

You may enjoy this more if you read Part I first. It’s on my profile.

“I never do this, but do you want to touch them?”

“Really?”

Before I can answer, the app starts dinging. Asking if I’m having trouble with this delivery. I roll my eyes. A bit of a cock block if you ask me. I quickly say I handed the order to the customer and end my dash.

“Please touch them.”

He reaches out and starts playing with them. Plenty of squish and no bra to hold them in place. He starts rubbing his thumbs over my hard nipples. I close my eyes and let out a bit of a moan.

I think he realizes we’re still out on his porch and his neighbors could see. He says “Come inside?” as he reaches for my arm and starts to guide me into his home. It’s clearly missing some items throughout the living room. A clear sign his ex definitely just moved out. I have a mixture of horniness and pity. I turn back to him.

“How long has it been since she left?”

“About 3 weeks”

“I only wanted you to touch them, but I think you need this.”

I quickly take off his ex’s jacket I literally just put on and throw it onto the couch. But I struggle to take off the tight shirt. I’m a bit conscious of how unsexy I look, but then again, he’s probably just staring my juicy tits. I throw it on the couch, take his hand, and sit him down. I straddle him and my tits end up directly in his face. Mere centimeters away. I can feel his breath on them. I look down at him with lust. He looks up at me incredulously. I grab the back of his head and push him towards my nipple.

He starts by gently licking my nipple. Circling his tongue around it, then passing it directly over it. Then he starts sucking on it. My eyes close in ecstasy. I love having my nipples sucked on. His hand reaches up and starts squeezing my other tit, taking the nipple between his thumb and finger and gently squeezing it. Fuck yes.

As he continues, I can’t keep my tits all the way up here. I start to lower slowly. Until I land my pussy over his very noticeable hard cock. It’s so hard. So needy. And it’s pressing into my pussy. Only my leggings and his gym shorts in the way.

He switches tits and starts sucking on the other one while now spreading his saliva all over the one he just left. I start grinding on him. Fuck it feels good.

The little voice in my head starts telling me this is dangerous. But I push it away. In this moment, I’m not the cautious girl. I’m just a horny slut grinding on this stranger’s cock. My thoughts are interrupted by his moans.

“Fuck. I’m about to cum.”

“No, no, wait. Cum on my tits.”

But it’s too late. My plea is drowned out my his very vocal orgasm.

Did I just make this man cum in his pants? His eyes are closed, his mouth is open, he shakes a bit as he continues pumping out his load.

I look down. His cock head is sticking out of his waistband and there’s a fairly big load all over his belly and his shirt. He’s still twitching and pumping small squirts of cum.

I’m actually very proud to have made this man cum so quickly. But a little disappointed. I wanted to feel his warm cum on my tits. Maybe even wanted to have had tasted him and his load. But I guess my tits are just too juicy for him.

He finally opens his eyes and starts blushing with a little embarrassed smile. “Sorry. It’s been a minute since I got any action. It’s just been my hand for weeks.”

I smile back at him “It’s ok. I understand. I’m just happy I could make you cum. I’m flattered it happened so quickly.”

And with that, I hop off him. He disappears deeper into his home. I stand there with a clear wet spot on my leggings. I struggle to put that tight top back on. And put on the jacket and try to zip it up only to realize. The zipper is definitely broken. I guess he did warn me and it’s better than nothing.

He comes back into the living room wearing a whole new outfit. And says “Here. You deserve so much more for your excellent customer care. But that’s all I got right now.”

He hands me some $20 bills, a few $5s, and some more crumpled up $1s.

I don’t bother to count it. I just put into my side pocket. I give him a long hug over the shoulders, making sure he can feel my tits pressed up against him. He’s a bit surprised at first but he embraces me back. He stay like that for a minute. I say thank you and start making my way to the door. I see his order on the little table he left it on and I just know it’s not even that warm any more. But I’m sure he doesn’t mind.

He opens the door for me, thanks me, and tells me he really needed that.

I get back to my car and start a new dash to start accepting new orders. As I pull out of his driveway, I’m very conscious of how moist I am still. My pussy hasn’t been satisfied. But my heart also feels like I did a good deed. I think he really needed that human connection. I mean, even outside of making him cum, I think he needed that long hug too.

We’re just too people that needed what the other provided. I was broke. He was getting over a break up. It all worked out so well in a very beautiful way. Life just happens like that sometimes. I was happy I could make him blow a big load for me.

I was distracted for the rest of the time I was making deliveries. By the time I got back to my dorm, I was in desperate need of a good orgasm. My roommate wasn’t home so I stripped quickly, grabbed my vibrator, and laid down to enjoy myself. I came pretty hard and headed to Taco Bell for some late night dinner.

I actually ran into a friend there and we ended up eating dinner together. I told her about what had happened and she agreed I was a good person for what I did even though I definitely was trying to fulfill my own desires.

What do you think? Is a good act done for selfish reasons still a good act?

Sorry, I don’t mean to get randomly deep on a horny post. I hope this wasn’t too long of a read!

Back when I was in college, I worked on DoorDash sometimes to make extra money. I usually wore leggings and a cute top.

Well, this one particular Friday night, I was wearing black leggings with this yellow crop top. I didn’t wear a bra because I simply wasn’t feeling it. I wear one almost all of the time because my heavy tits need the support, but sometimes, these girls just need the freedom.

I start accepting and delivering orders. The night is going normal. I get the usual amount of glances at my chest. Pretty standard. I always get attention like that even if I’m not wearing anything particularly revealing. I’m simply too busty to hide.

A few hours in, still before sunset, it starts pouring while I’m in a restaurant waiting for an order. Great. I didn’t bring my rain jacket. I usually check the weather and bring it if it might rain but I forgot this time. The food is ready, I run it to my car. I’m all wet and cold. I turn off the AC and just hope it stops raining by the time I get to the customer. It doesn’t. Customer lets me know she’s adding an additional tip since it’s storming and tells me to be safe. Very kind of her. I complete the order and move on.

I’m run into another restaurant, trying to hold my tits in place. I guess this really wasn’t the day for no bra. The host is a guy about my age. He blatantly stares at my boobs as I walk in. I walk up to the counter and tell him I’m here for Soandso’s order. He just keeps staring at my tits for a second longer before darting up to my face and saying “Sorry. What was that name again?”

I tell him and he goes back to the kitchen to check on it. I’m used to the glances and sometimes even the stares, but this guy straight up was zonked out looking at them. I decide to go to the women’s room to fully assess the damage the rain has caused.

I look at myself in the mirror and wow. I totally understand why he was so distracted. I mean, not only is the top clinging to my tits, but…..oh my gosh, is it lowkey see-through right now? Are you kidding me? Fuck. Yes it is. You can definitely see my nipples if you stare long enough. Like, it’s not anything crazy, full-on transparent, but you can definitely see the nipples. Great.

I walk out. My order is ready. And I head over to the customer. I pull into their driveway and check the app to see the instructions.

“Hand it to customer”

Ok, great. I grab his bag and run to his porch. Finally, a little reprieve from the rain. I knock on his door. He opens it. He’s about 27-30? He greets me and takes his food. He sets it on his little table right next to the door. “Enjoy your meal. Have a good night!” I say, as I start turning and leaving. But he stops me. “Hey! Wait.”

I turn back to him.

“Ummm, I hope you don’t think I’m a pervert. I couldn’t help but notice you’re a little exposed with all this rain going on. Let me get you something.”

He walks out of view and I’m just standing there cold, wet, and admittedly a little horny.

He comes back with a cute little top and a thin jacket.

“Here, my ex left these. You can have them. I think the zipper is broken, but it should still help a little.”

Thoughts are racing through my head. Horny ones. Without too much thought, I say “Thank you. Give me a sec.” and start to take off my top. Right in front of him. I wish I could say it was smooth and sexy, but with how sticky wet clothes get, it wasn’t too smooth. Either way, I’m sure he enjoyed how long it took to take it off. I finally had it off and reached out for the top. He was just staring with his mouth open.

I put on his ex’s top. Struggling a little bit. It didn’t quite want to go over my boobs. I finally got it over and had to adjust my tits cuz they were sitting weird. By the time I sorted everything out, it was pretty obvious his ex wasn’t quite as well-endowed as me. There was lots of cleavage and my nipples were so close to spilling out. But hey, it was warm and dry. I looked at him with a smile, thanked him, and reached for the jacket.

“Let me give you an extra tip.”

He pulled out his wallet and took out a $20 and a $10 and handed them to me saying “You’ve been the best Dasher I’ve ever had.”

I had a wide smile on my face. “Thank you. That’s a big tip.”

“You deserve it.”

“I never do this, but do you want to touch them?”

This is a Part III. You may enjoy it more if you read the first two parts first. They’re posted on my profile for your pleasure.

“Fuck me. Fuck me back here.”

As I moved to the back seat, I took off my tank top, laid down, and pulled my shorts to the side, exposing my wet pussy.

He moved to the back and immediately positioned his cock at my entrance. My needy little cunt was already dripping. I needed it. I needed it bad. “Fuck me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please. Give me your cock.”

He started sliding into me. Slowly. Stretching me apart.

“Fuuuuck. You feel so good”

He finally bottomed out. He just stayed there, look at me, taking in the full image. I wonder how many times he had wished he could even get close to this. Now, here he was, his cock fully in me. My tits fully exposed. And my face begging him for more.

He started pumping in and out of me. Slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed. We were shaking the car. I was moaning and screaming. I had really been needing this. I was so needy. I was so fucking wet. Every time he slapped his body into mine, you could hear my wet pussy squelching. I could feel my juices literally dripping down my ass and onto his cloth seat. That was going to leave a stain. Fuck. Just thinking of the fact that this was my Bru h’s friend fucking me. He had seen me in booty shorts and crop tops and bikinis so many times. I had never thought of fucking him. I mean, he was so much younger than me. Only 18. My brother’s age.

“Wait, wait.” I try to stop him with my hand on his chest.

He stops mid-pump.

“Should we stop? I don’t want my bru h to find out I fucked his friend.”

“What? No. I promise I won’t tell.”

“You sure? No one can know about this at all.”

“I promise. Just let- please, please let me fuck you. I’ve wanted to for so long.”

I took my hand off his chest and he got back to pounding my pussy. He held my hips like I might evaporate into thin air if he let go. His eyes glued to my tits as they bounced back and forth with each thrust.

“Fuck. Im about to cum.”

“What?!? No!”

I push him off me.

“No. Not yet. I need more. Eat my pussy. Cool down.”

He got down to business. Immediately licking my slit up and down. Sliding his tongue into me. It was like someone had told him how to do it but he didn’t had much experience. It was merely enough to keep me wet but nothing amazing. I gave him a few minutes, then pulled him up.

“Sit down. Let me ride your cock.”

I straddle him and slide my saliva-covered pussy down his shaft. Taking every inch. Feeling every ridge. Then I got to work. Properly enjoying his cock. Sliding my wet ass pussy up and down his shaft over and over again. He was holding my ass, looking up to me like I was some sort of angel. Meanwhile, I looked down to him like he was just a piece of meat, a living dildo. I was just using him to get off. A girl has needs. I pressed my hands firmly into his chest to properly stroke his full length with my pussy. I could feel my orgasm building. I was close. I just needed a little something.

“Tell me to cum.”

“What?”

“Call me a slut. A whore. Anything.”

“Ok. Um cum…Cum right now?”

“Say it like you mean it. Talk to me like I’m a whore you paid for.”

He stepped up his dirty talk.

“Cum for me, slut. Cum all over my young cock. I want to hear you scream my name, whore.”

Fuuuuck. That was it. That’s what I was missing. Hearing him talk to me like that really drove me over the edge. Fuck. I was cumming. I was cumming hard while riding his cock at Sonic. I was such a needy little slut. I should’ve just fingered myself, yet here I was because I needed a real cock. Thinking of what a slut I was, hearing him continue to speak to me like that, I slammed my pussy down hard several more times then finally came. It was like a I had been holding back a tsunami but had finally let it go. It washed over me with such force. I flopped down onto him. Enjoying the afterglow.

But it wasn’t even a full minute before he pushed me up slightly and started pumping into me from below. I was too tired and weak to fuck him so I just let him fuck me. I mean, I had just used his cock. Why shouldn’t he get to use my pussy to cum too? He pumped away for a few minutes before announcing he was about to cum. I jumped off him and stroked his cock. Before I could position myself to suck him off, he started shooting rope after rope all over himself, even got some on his own face. That was hot.

I leaned over and licked the bit of cum he had on his face and whispered into his ear “I think you owe me more than just the milkshake.”

We cleaned up, got clothed. I didn’t bother to put on my bra. Just my tank top. My shorts were wet all over. We ordered an actual meal and ate it while talking about what had just happened. Talking about the highlights like it had been a football game. I re-iterated a dozen times that he could not tell anyone.

I went home having satisfied both my pussy and my tummy. I snuck back in as quietly as I could. Didn’t need anyone asking why I was holding my bra or why my shorts had a very noticeable wet spot. I walked into my room, slipped my shorts off, got into bed, and immediately started replaying the whole day in my head. My wet, see-through tank top. Everyone seeing my tits. My BIL groping me. And, of course, the sexscaped I had just had with Josh. It was hot and more than enough to get me all wet again. I fingered myself and gave myself another orgasm. It was good, but simply didn’t live up to the fucking I had just had. It never does.

Several summers ago, I was back home having a cook out with my bru h, his friend, my si ste, my BIL, my mam m , my ste pda, & my ste psi.

It was a fun summer day. We had cheeseburgers and hot dogs and after eating, my bru h brought out a huge pack of empty water balloons. He wanted us all to fill them up and have a water balloon fight. My mam m and my ste pda say they’ll skip out on this but to have fun and they go indoors. Fine. More balloons for us.

We fill them up and split up into teams. Girls vs boys. So, me, my si ste, and ste psi call defending the porch and send the boys down. We start throwing balloons back and forth. We have a grand time dodging and getting hit and getting wet and it’s all fun and games. A very fun time overall.

By the time we finally run out of balloons, we’re all soaked. My bru h’s friend says “Well, Emily, I guess now we all know who would win a wet t-shirt contest.” Everyone laughed and agreed.

I look down, and sure enough, you can see my hard nipples through my wet, white tank top. Idk why I didn’t realize this was sure to happen. I look over at my si ste and ste psi. They’re soaked too but they’re wearing dark colors. Plus, their tits aren’t as big as mine. I wonder how long I’ve been unknowingly exposed like this. But also, the thought of all these people seeing me like this turned me on a bit.

My thoughts were interrupted by my si ste asking if they can see them. I hesitate and tell her she’s being weird cuz she’s my si ste. She reminds me we used to bathe together. She keeps pestering me and I finally relent. By now, everyone is around me, except my bruh, who’s too weirded out to come up onto the porch.

They all gather around me and I pull down the sticky wet tank top and show off my tits. They’re all amazed. My si ste pokes them. I swat at her hand. But her hand is replaced by her husband’s hand trying to get a handful. But she quickly swats at him.

“Hey, he can touch. He’s not related to me.”

He gives her a pleading look.

She rolls her eyes and says “Fiiine”.

He gives my tits a good squeeze and even pinches a nipple. I let out a small moan but quickly realize what I just did as they all go up in a roar. I quickly pull up the tank top and say show and tell is over and walk in. I walk past my ste pda sitting on the couch. I don’t even try to cover up. I mean, 4 people just looked at them bare. Who cares if he sees them through my drying tank top? I go up to my room and change.

That night, after everyone had left, I lay in my bed fingering myself thinking of how it felt when my BIL played with my tits and watching a little bit of porn as well. As I’m enjoying myself, I’m interrupted by a text from my bru h’s friend.

“Are you up?”

Fuck.

A bit over a year ago, hubby & I were watching a movie on the couch. He was sitting up and I was kinda leaning/laying on him. Head on his chest, hand on his leg. I was wearing booty shorts, tank top, and a bra. No panties. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. No boxers.

Personally, I love when he wears shorts. It’s easy access for me. Specially when he doesn’t wear boxers.

As we’re watching the movie, I find my mind wandering as I find the movie kinda boring. It was some history movie he had chosen. As my mind starts wondering, I start thinking about all the dirty things we’ve done on this couch. All the things our neighbors have probably seen. And it all gets me in the mood. Feeling slutty and playful.

So I start to inch my hand up his leg until I reach his bulge. I start rubbing it casually. We do this sometimes where we fondle each other casually when cuddling. He starts getting hard. I see his bulge grow in real time. Once he’s fully hard, I put my hand back on his leg casually.

We continue watching for a few minutes, then I started inching up his leg again, except this time, I make sure to go under his shorts, up his pant leg. I make my way up and reach for his balls. I start massaging them. I can see his cock twitch and make the shorts bounce a little.

“That feels really good.”

“Yeah? You like that? How about this?”

And I move my hand up to his thick shaft and start stroking him. He lets out a little moan and pauses the movie.

“No, no, no. Press play. Watch the movie.”

He plays the movie again. And I try to act like I’m just casually stroking his cock. I maneuver it out through the pant leg and now I can see his thick, veiny, long, hard cock in its full glory. It’s like an inch away from my face. It doesn’t seem to matter how many times I’ve seen his cock, I’m always impressed by it. I’ve never seen one that looked this hot before.

I keep stroking his cock slowly. Up and down. I can feel how tense he is. How he’s probably barely paying attention to the movie. I bet he can feel my warm breath on it. I see a little bit of precum ooze out. I slide down his torso a little bit more. I’m mere centimeters away from his cock now. I stick out my tongue and give it a quick lick. He lets out a surprised gasp. A small taste of what’s to come. I pull down on his cock so his foreskin pulls down and his sensitive cock head is full exposed. And I lean on down and take his cock head in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it. He moans.

“Fuck.”

I start properly sucking his cock. Sliding my mouth and tongue up and down his entire length. Well, not quite. I can’t take his entire length without deep throating him. As I bob my head up and down, he puts his hand on my ass and starts pulling my shorts up. He squeezes as much of my exposed ass as he can. Meanwhile, I’m thinking about how the neighbors might not have a great view, but if they look over, they can definitely figure out what’s going on. It makes me feel so slutty. So I keep on giving him the sloppy blowjob.

He gently presses down on my head. I deepthroat him, feeling his cock shove into my throat. His balls touching my nose. I hold for a few seconds and go back to sucking his cock like it deserves to be sucked. He still has one hand on head keeping my hair out of the way. His other hand now reaches down into my tank top and starts to squeeze my tit and play with my nipple. Just further motivation to be a good girl for him. I can feel him tense up further. I know his body. I know he’s about to blow. So I make sure to be ready.

He moans his courtesy “I’m cumming!”announcement. He immediately shoots a load into my mouth. I back away so I can get the rest of his mess all over me. He keeps shooting out cum. It gets all over my face, my neck, my tits, his hand, my hand, and unfortunately, even a bit on my hair. He finally stops shooting cum. His cock twitches as a little drop dribbles out. I reach down to clean up his cock. And sit back up, cum all over me. And with a big smile I ask “Are you enjoying your movie?”

He laughs a little and says he’s enjoying it a lot. I go to clean up myself and come back to finish this boring movie.