u/HistoricalRecover785

I’m 18 and I was in a bookstore killing time when a man in his 40s asked what I was looking at. It started as a normal conversation. He was calm, dressed well, and he didn’t talk to me like guys my age do. After twenty minutes he asked if I wanted to get out of there.

I said yes. We went to his place. The second the door closed he kissed me, backed me into the hallway, and had my shirt off before we even made it to the couch. His hands were sure. He sucked on my tits until my knees felt weak, then pushed me onto the couch, pulled my shorts down, and licked me until I was dripping.

When I started shaking he stood up, pulled me to the edge of the couch, and pushed his cock in slow. I felt every inch. He held my legs open and fucked me deep and steady, talking to me the whole time, telling me how tight I was and how easy I said yes.

I came first, grabbing the cushion. He didn’t stop. He flipped me onto my knees, grabbed my hips, and fucked me harder from behind until I came again. Then he buried himself all the way and finished inside me.

I stayed there on his couch with it leaking out of me while he got me water like nothing wild had just happened. I took an Uber home after and sat in the back seat still wet, still full of a man I had met an hour before.

I’ve been replaying the age difference and how little I hesitated. I already want to do it again.

I’m 20 and last night my boyfriend went to pick up food. His best friend was already at our place. The flirting had been happening for weeks and I was done pretending I didn’t want it.

The second the door shut I pulled him into the bedroom. I pushed him onto the bed, climbed on top, pulled my panties to the side, and sank down on his cock. I rode him slow at first so we wouldn’t make noise, then harder once I felt how deep he was.

When he started lifting me like he was going to pull out, I locked my thighs around him and grabbed the base of his cock so he couldn’t leave. I told him he was coming in me. He swore and tried again. I kept him all the way in and ground down until he stopped fighting it.

I felt him throb and empty inside me. I stayed on top of him, still clenching, making sure it stayed put. I came while I was holding him there.

He left before my boyfriend got back. I cleaned up just enough and acted normal when the food arrived. I sat on the couch with my boyfriend after, still full of his best friend.

I’ve been wet ever since thinking about how little choice I gave him and how easy it was. I already want to do it the next time the house is empty.