u/SilkyNightingales

If you have read any of my other stories you will know about my best friend Alice. We met as little kids and grew up together. We learned about masturbation and sex together and were soon making each other cum. We are both very sexually adventurous and have tried almost everything.

We were once talking about older guys, like dads, and what made them so hot. Alice blurted out that her dad would love to fuck me. I laughed and asked how she was so sure. She told me it was obvious from the way he looked at me. I reassured her that I would never do that. Our friendship was too important to me. She said she would not mind as long as it was just sex. I still thought it would be weird, and she argued it was no weirder than when I let her sleep with my brother while I listened from the next room.

Alice's dad was like a second dad to me. I had known him for years. He was tall and strong, always in the garden, building or fixing something. He could be stern and serious, and as a kid I was a little scared of him. As I got older though, I realised just how kind and caring he was to me. He made sure Alice knew she was his number one girl, and I was the tiniest bit jealous. He hugged me hello and goodbye every time I saw him. I loved those hugs. The older I got, the more those hugs made me feel strange things.

Alice and I got accepted to the same university, but it was an overnight drive away. Alice's dad said it was too dangerous for a couple of nineteen year old girls to do alone and insisted on coming with us.

We left in the morning and drove until sunset. We had booked a little BnB to stay in overnight. The sleeper couch Alice's dad had planned to sleep on was tiny. There was no way he would fit, and he deserved a good night's sleep. I suggested he share the queen sized bed with Alice and me, and Alice agreed.

We were all tired and sore from the drive, so he showered first and then Alice and I showered together before climbing into bed. Alice was in the middle, with me and her dad on either side. Just sitting in bed so close to him stirred something deep in me.

I was half asleep when Alice's dad turned off the TV and the bedside light. It was dark and silent except for the faint yellow glow of the streetlight and the soft ticking of an old wall mounted clock.

Something woke me hours later. All I could hear was the softly ticking clock. The mattress compressed and released again. Still half asleep, I opened my eyes in the unfamiliar room. I was somehow in the middle of the bed now. Alice must have got up to pee. She was lying on her side, facing the edge of the bed, with me on my side behind her. Her dad was behind me, his weight like gravity bending the mattress, pulling me towards him.

He moved closer. He had taken his shirt off, his warm hairy chest suddenly pressing against my back as he wrapped a strong arm around me, pulling me close. I froze. My heart was suddenly pounding. Was he trying to snuggle with Alice and did not realise it was me? What do I do? Do I say something?

"It's me", I whispered, hoping that was enough for him to realise.

"Sorry", he whispered back, lifting his arm.

"It is OK" I answered.

He paused for a split second and put his arm back down.

Now what? That is not what I meant. It wasn't OK, was it? I lay still. Was snuggling so bad? Alice was right in front of me. I could smell her freshly washed hair and hear her breathe.

He was so much bigger than me, and older. He was breathing hot air down my neck, his hips pressed against mine. I could smell him. That familiar scent from a thousand hugs. His hairy chest kept me warm where my top left my skin exposed. I felt safe, secure, and aroused.

I had drifted off but was woken again by the faintest sensation on the back of my thigh. Was it just my sweatpants tickling me?

I moved my leg slightly and it stopped. A few seconds passed. There it was again, higher this time, closer to my ass. Alice's dad's arm was no longer around my waist.

An urgent thought popped into my mind. My heartbeat kicked into gear. A wave of shocked panic and excitement lit up every nerve in my body. I was suddenly wide awake. I must be dreaming. I listened. Alice's breathing was steady. She was still asleep. I could not hear her dad's at all.

I shifted my hips, running out of space between me and Alice. I waited in the silence. There it was again, faint, right where my thighs meet my ass. My whole body shivered head to toe. Not from cold, from a combination of fear and excitement.

The back of Alice's head was inches from my face, and her dad's fingertip was exploring the crease of my ass. Maybe if I kept still he would think I was asleep and stop. No, that is why he was doing it, because he thought I was asleep. Maybe he wanted me to wake up so he could do more.

If he went any lower I knew what he would find. I kept still, but my body had already given me away. My pussy was throbbing and my sweatpants were already soaked. Every exhale felt too loud in the dark silence.

He could feel it now. Two fingers stroked over the slimy fabric covering my pussy. He paused, then pressed hard enough to part my lips under the slick fabric. I wanted to disappear. My face burned with shame. He could feel everything. How I had been lying there pretending to be asleep while my pussy was ready for him even if I was not.

He found my clit and rubbed slow, deliberate circles. My mouth opened so the escaping air would make no sound as I buried my face in the pillow. Alice's breathing was less noticeable now, quieter. I was going to cum and did not trust myself to do it quietly.

I reached back and grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand onto my thigh. Snuggling was not so bad. I could allow that.

That is when Alice rolled over to face me. Her face was less than a foot away. We froze. I closed my eyes in case Alice opened hers. She was so close I could smell the minty toothpaste on her breath. I listened to the silence, the ticking, my heart, and now his pounding against my back. His controlled breathing was right behind my ear.

About a minute later he slid his hand up my thigh and grabbed a handful of my ass, squeezing hard. I did not mean to arch my back and push back into him as hard as I did. It was like my pussy and brain were fighting for control of my body.

I turned my head and whispered so softly I could barely hear it, "Alice." I hoped that one word would explain everything going through my head.

"Shhh", he whispered, his lips right against my ear. It was dismissive, mostly an instruction with a hint of calming reassurance.

My heart was beating like a drum. I could hear it.

He slid his hand under my waistband and over the soft smooth skin of my bare ass. He found the wet warmth between my legs with ease. Two of his thick fingers slipped smoothly over the length of my hot slit. He parted my lips like the petals of a rose.

I reached back and grabbed his wrist again. The shifting covers sounded too loud in the silence. I was trying not to breathe on Alice as I watched her face. It was still, unchanging, almost as if she was waiting, not sleeping.

I held his wrist, unsure what to do next. I did not push him away, but holding it made me feel like I had some sort of control. With two fingers he found my clit and circled it. His fat thumb pressed slowly into my folds, deeper towards my fluttering hole. He pressed so slowly. I clenched around his fat thumb as it slowly slipped deeper and deeper. He was inside me, in exactly the right spot. He circled my swollen clit some more and I came.

A soft moan escaped right in Alice's face. I buried my face in the pillow and my body tensed, my hips working with my grip on his wrist. I pushed him in as far as he could go.

Alice shifted slightly and I felt her leg brush against mine. Again we froze. His breathing was more ragged now. I listened and watched Alice's face. I could not hear her breathing anymore.

I let go of his wrist and heard a wet sound as he slowly pulled his finger out. There was a faint smell now too, of pussy and sweat.

We lay still for a while, making sure Alice was still asleep. I thought maybe that was enough. He had made me cum and now he would let me sleep. I was wrong. I felt how hard he was against my ass. I felt the mattress compress as he shifted. I could tell he had pushed his sweatpants down.

Oh fuck. He was going to fuck me! With Alice right there. Why would he stop now? A dad in his late forties with the chance to fuck a tight nineteen year old fresh out of high school. Even with his own daughter sleeping within arm's reach, that was obviously a risk worth the reward.

It dawned on me that this was the closest I would ever get to fucking my own dad. I would never actually do it. But right now, with his cock rubbing against me and Alice asleep right in front of us, it didn’t feel as impossible as it should have.

Alice was inches from my face while her dad prepared to put his cock in me. He started to pull my sweatpants down.

"We can't" I whispered, realising I had not said stop or no.

"Why not", he whispered back, a hint of impatience in his tone.

"Alice", I whispered back, as if it wasn't obvious.

He shifted his hips closer anyway.

"Wait", I whispered, trying to delay the inevitable.

Suddenly I felt my sweatpants pulled down to my knees and then somehow all the way down to my ankles. I searched Alice's dimly lit face. Her piercing blue eyes were locked on mine. I felt a rush of blood to the head and my ears rang with panic.

Oh fuck. Alice was awake. My pants were around my ankles and her father was naked behind me, about to push his hard cock into my very ready, dripping wet pussy. Then I saw the look of pure lust on her face and realised. Alice had pulled my sweatpants down and forced them to my ankles with her foot.

It felt like time stood still when only seconds had passed. Her dad had felt Alice move.

"Keep still", he whispered, urgently, slightly panicked.

I could feel his heart pounding against my back in time with mine. I obeyed, frozen like a deer in headlights while I stared into Alice's doe eyes.

Alice gently raised her leg between my knees, spreading them slightly. She took my hand in hers, interlocking our fingers, and silently kissed it. Then she lay still, waiting in the dark. Was she sure she was okay with this?

When her dad was convinced she was still asleep, he put his hand on my hip, then slid it down my naked thigh. He thought I had taken my sweatpants off myself. That was all the invitation he needed.

He rubbed his hot cock head between my dripping lips, coating it in my juices. I wished I could tell Alice what her dad was doing to me. I wished I could make sure it was okay. It was too late now. Every time I opened my eyes she was watching my face, looking into my eyes. I could barely hold her gaze.

I felt ashamed that I was so fucking horny for her dad. The same man who used to wrestle with us on the trampoline, who built us a treehouse, who carried us on his shoulders and threw us around in the pool like we weighed nothing. The man who used to pick me up when I cried and turn my tears into giggles. And now he was about to push his cock inside me.

He slid the length of his shaft between my lips. He was rock hard. I could not see, but it felt big, both long and thick. I whimpered, desperate to feel it in me.

"Shhh," he whispered again as he slid his big hand up my shirt and cupped my boob, my nipple between his knuckles.

I shivered and tensed up, arching my back again.

"Keep still", he reminded.

I opened my eyes again to see Alice's face. Her mouth hung open. It was her turn to be quiet. Would her dad even care if he knew his daughter was watching him fuck her best friend?

I reached back and gripped his cock. No condom. It felt thick and heavy. I could barely close my fingers around it. He started slowly thrusting, stroking himself with my hand. I rubbed my clit with the head of his cock, then teased myself between my lips. Then I guided him home.

As soon as he felt my little hole, he pushed gently forward. The head of his cock stretched me open and then slid inside. It felt better than any cock I had ever had, and he was barely inside me.

Oh fuck, I groaned. It was barely a whisper this time. Alice squeezed my hand. I could tell by her face her other hand was between her legs.

He put his hand over my mouth. Then he sank his thick cock deep inside me in one slow, smooth motion. When I thought he was all the way in, there was more. My pussy burned trying to adjust to his girth.

I put my hand on his hip when I felt his balls on my thighs. I was full. I couldn't take any more. We stayed still like that for a while, my pussy clenching hard on his veiny shaft anytime he made the slightest movement. All he did was put it in me and it felt so fucking good.

His lips were right by my ear again. He slowly, lovingly stroked my thigh, up my side and under my shirt before gently squeezing my boob.

"You okay", he whispered.

"Fuck me", I begged.

He pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in again, slightly faster than before. I came right then. Harder than before. I could not hide it. My whole body twitched and then trembled uncontrollably as he held my hip steady and slowly fucked me through my orgasm.

I was breathing heavily now, my mouth hanging open, and I watched Alice's face, obviously feeling things through her own pussy.

I didn’t think he would last long with my pussy still clenching around him, but he kept going. He changed the rhythm without warning, sometimes shallow, sometimes sinking in deep and staying there until I squirmed. It was exactly why Alice and I had always been drawn to older men.

Alice did a good job pretending to be asleep. Truth is, his cock made me queef a couple of times and the sloppy wet sounds from between my legs were obvious amongst the silence. They at least masked the wet sounds coming from Alice's own pussy.

I felt so fucking good I didn’t want him to stop. Every time I thought he was slowing down he just kept going, only easing off when I came. I wanted him to fuck me until the sun came up.

Eventually his breathing changed. His thrusts became more erratic and I knew he was close. A couple more reckless, jerky thrusts shook the whole bed.

"Shhh", I whispered breathlessly as he came, before I soon followed.

Alice squeezed my hand tight and buried her face in her pillow for the first time as her body went stiff. She knew her dad was pressing himself balls deep in my pussy, his cock throbbing, pumping me full of hot cum, and it had made her cum too.

He stifled a guttural growl in the nape of my neck as he emptied his balls in me. My pussy clamped down hard, milking his cock, and I carelessly rocked my hips back on his cock.

It was as if we all realised at once we were being too loud and relaxed back into the mattress, our bodies limp.

When Alice's dad had finished cumming, he lay there inside me a while longer, only slightly softening. He gently squeezed and stroked my ass a couple more times and then slowly pulled out. His cum poured out of my used pussy, forming a warm puddle under my ass.

He gave me a quiet kiss on the cheek before rolling onto his back and pulling his sweatpants back up. Only a couple of minutes later he was asleep.

I thought Alice was too until I felt her fingertips between my legs. Her eyes went wide as she felt my messy pussy. Her dad's cum was still trickling out of me.

What she did next blew my mind. Two of her dainty fingers slipped easily into my gaping hole. Then, without hesitation, she stuck them in her mouth. I guess she was curious what her dad tasted like. Then she quietly leaned forward and kissed me slow and deep. I tasted his cum on her tongue as her lips pressed against mine.

She gave me the naughtiest smile. She pulled my ruined sweatpants back up and snuggled up against me before closing her eyes.

I lay there in the dark listening to the clock tick. I wondered what the fuck had just happened before I also drifted off to sleep.

So it was last Wednesday, and as I moved the clothes around my gym bag for the third time, pushing aside the little pleated tennis skirt and thin cotton T-shirt, I knew I had fucked up.

Thirty minutes earlier, stepping out of the shower, I’d thrown my tennis outfit into my bag and pulled my jeans up and over my butt without underwear. I was running late, and I was sure I’d thrown a pair of clean white underwear into my bag, so, nothing to worry about, right? I’d just get changed at the gym.

Wrong.

Looking into my gym bag and seeing a complete lack of panties, my heart was starting to race, imagining myself lunging for the ball, my skirt flying up around my waist. Or worse yet, diving to make a return and ending up on my back, my legs falling open and spreading me. The worst thing was that I was playing with Matt, one of my oldest friends and my de facto tennis coach, and the court was booked in five minutes.

I wondered whether to call it off, but I didn’t even know where to begin. I couldn’t tell him it was because I forgot my panties...even the thought of saying the word in front of Matt was embarrassing. We’d been friends for years, and there was no way I was about to talk to him about that kind of stuff. I wanted to work out, too, and I’d already made it out of the house. Plus, the fee was not cheap and I was pretty sure it was non-refundable.

Play in jeans? I thought.

No, that would never work. Too hot, too sweaty, and it would look stupid.

Hmmm…

Maybe if I was really careful…

“Hey Matt,” I smiled, dropping my bag full of my day-clothes in the corner of the court, feeling as if I were surrendering them somehow, the absence of the bag leaving me with only four items of clothing total: my skirt, my T-shirt, my socks, and my sneakers. “You ready to get your ass whooped?”

“You wish,” he grinned, realigning the strings of his racket. “You’re going down.”

I picked up my racket and walked to the baseline, the pleated skirt brushing against my skin, hyper-aware that the hem only came down to the top of my thighs, the shape of my butt causing the fabric to hang away from my body slightly. I tried to focus on the game ahead.

"Wanna serve first?" Matt called out from the other side of the net.

“Sure,” I said, picturing myself jumping up in the air to strike the ball, my skirt lifting with me and then being pulled upward by the downward inertia of my movement, revealing…well…it was probably best not to think about it…

I needed to be very careful.

Matt threw me the ball and I bounced it against the floor a few times, my breasts jiggling slightly with the movement. Maybe my lack of bra wasn’t the best idea either, but it was too late to worry about that now. I tossed the ball up, my arm extended high, and as I swung forward, I felt the skirt lift slightly as the back, feeling a quick breeze between my legs.

Shit.

The ball sailed over the net, and Matt returned it with a grunt of effort. I tried to ignore my lack of underwear as we rallied back and forth for a few minutes, the sound of the ball echoing in the enclosed court. With each rally, the sweat began to bead on my forehead and trickle down my chest.

“Nice shot,” Matt said, our rallies turning a little more serious as we finished warming up. "Ready to play for real?" he asked with a grin.

I nodded, pushing my hair back slightly and bending my knees in anticipation of his serve. As I bent forward, I felt the skirt ride up higher than before. The cool air against my bare ass sent a another shiver through me, but it was okay; there was no one behind me to observe.

This time, Matt's serve came fast, and I lunged to return it, stretching my body to the right. My skirt flew up completely, exposing my round pale butt to him for just a second. I felt my face flush as I quickly stood up, pulling the hem down to my thighs and exposing my midriff.

"Uh…nice shot," Matt said. I looked at him but his eyes were on the floor.

Fuck.

He knew.

I was sure of it.

We continued playing, and with Matt now aware I wasn’t wearing panties, I became more aware of my body with every movement. Each time I jumped or bent or reached, I felt my breasts bounce and the skirt lift. I wondered and I worried; just how much of my smooth pussy and round butt was I showing him each time it happened? Why hadn’t he said anything? Maybe he was embarrassed as I was…

And yet, if Matt was embarrassed, he certainly wasn't going easy on me with his shots, repeatedly sending them as wide as he dared, making me lunge and bounce and reach, my little pleated skirt swishing from side to side with each movement, continually threatening to show my friend just how smooth and pretty my pussy really was.

“Out!” I called, watching the ball as it flew past my head and bounced slightly over the line. I walked to where it stopped and bent at the waist to retrieve it, my butt facing him, forgetting myself and then standing quickly when I felt the air between my legs. It lasted for less than a second, but when I turned around, his face was bright red.

Ah. So now he’d seen it.

He swallowed. “Match point.”

“Cool,” I said, moving back to my position behind the baseline, knees bent in anticipation of his serve. Only now I felt a new excitement in our game, an anticipation in my body that had little to do with returning the ball. I looked down at myself casually, trying not to make it obvious that I was checking myself out, and to my embarrassment and arousal, I saw that my nipples were hard.

But not even normal hard. Like…they were really fucking hard; every ridge and gently bump of my areaola projected forward and detailed in high-definition through the thin fabric of my top. I stood quickly, moving to cover myself, before realising how weird that would have looked: clutching my tits with my racket in my hand while waiting for his serve.

"Are you okay to keep playing?" Matt asked.

I could feel his eyes on me, and my puffy pussy lips began to swell with arousal.

Fuck. Why did my body like this so much?

So embarrassing.

“Sarah?”

“Yeah,” I said, a little too quickly, bending at the knees once more. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You look a little–”

“C’mon,” I said. “Serve.”

He did, and this time I jumped higher to return the ball, knowing the impact would make my breasts bounce and my skirt lift higher. Sure enough, I felt the fabric flutter up, exposing more of myself to him. He missed the return, his racket swinging awkwardly. And it was at that moment that I realised I was enjoying this a little too much.

"Is everything okay over there?" I asked, pretending innocence as I stood with my hands on my hips, pushing my chest out.

"Yeah, fine," he mumbled, adjusting the front of his shorts.

“Uh huh,” I said.

We resumed playing, and now I was being deliberate in my movements. Every lunge, every jump, every stretch was an opportunity to expose myself to him, and the feeling of being so exposed was turning me on more than I expected. My pussy was getting wetter with each point, The power I felt was intoxicating. My embarrassment had turned to lust, and in the heat of the game, my body was starting to make decisions for me.

Matt was struggling too, a fact that I was taking great pleasure in. His serves were weaker, his returns less accurate, and I was winning easily now. My body was slick with sweat, and I wondered if Matt was picturing what itn would be like to fuck me; to see my head thrown back in ecstasy, my body shimmering with sweat as he pushed my legs open wider and–

“Fuck!” I shouted as the ball grazed my racket and flew past me, hitting the back wall and rolling under a small gap. I walked toward it but stopped at the edge of the court. "Oh, shit. It went under."

“Under what?” Matt called from the other side of the court, walking toward the next and resting his arms on it.

“Here,” I said, pointing to the little gap beneath the back board and the wall. “Hold on, I’ll grab it.”

I bent to get it, but I couldn’t quite reach it. I turned to see Matt watching me, silent. I could feel his eyes on my body as I contemplated how to retrieve the ball.

That’s when I realised; I'd have to get on my hands and knees to reach it.

The thought of getting on all fours, with my bare ass and pussy pointing directly at him, made me shiver with pleasure. Was I really going to do it? I looked back at him and smiled, my pussy throbbing with anticipation as I lowered myself to the court, positioning myself on my hands and knees, knowing exactly what I was about to show him.

My friends and I went out Saturday night for dinner, drinks and some flirting with guys. When I got home Mark was waiting for me outside on our lanai. I could tell he was horny because he told me get out of my clothes and come sit with him. It's his turn on when I'm naked around the house. I did what he asked as he watched and slowly unzipped my dress and then took off my bra and panties. He told me to leave my heels on then I walked toward him on the couch. "Were you a good girl?", he asked as he unzipped his shorts. I shook my head no. "Come here", he said as I dropped to my knees between his legs. I lifted his shirt some and began to suck him off as he held my head down with one hand and held his drink in the other. "Do you want me to fuck you", he asked. "Yes", I said. "Tell me", he said. "I want you to fuck me", I said. "Louder", he said as he pulled me up by my hair and started to stand. "Fuck me, fuck me hard baby", I said loudly. He took me to the table and moved the chair and pushed me over the side. He pushed his shorts down and lifted his shirt and started pounding me from behind hard and fast as I screamed, "yes fuck me fuck me". "Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?" He said. "Yes fuck me in the ass baby", I yelled as I was feeling myself start to cum.

This is when things took a turn. There is no fence between our house and our neighbors. I felt Mark slow down and looked up and my neighbor was in his driveway with his dog on a leash slightly around the corner. We made eye contact and I just sort of lay there and waited for him to go inside and we eventually did the same. They are good boring churchgoers that we get along great with. My guess was he had seen and heard a lot of me getting fucked like a slut. So what should I do now? I work from home and see him and his wife a lot. Honestly not sure how to handle this. I am part worried what they'll say and part turned on knowing he saw my naked body getting used for pleasure. Do I say nothing when I see him or his wife? It seems weird not to acknowledge it. Do I apologize? Do I make a joke of it? To be continued

HI GUYYS I know it’s been a bit since I last posted, but I wanted to sure something I was so proud of myself for doing >w<

Today, I had an incredibly impulsive thought, and instead of hesitating to act on it and not doing it, I acted. I asked the guy behind me if he wanted to go into the stall together with me, and he seemed to instantly be eager too!!

Anyway, what followed from there is probably what you’d expect XD I had to suck him off first, which I loved, it was way bigger than I thought it’d be so he pounded my throat!! Then after when he took me from behind me held onto me perfectly to just fuck me, it went so deep and he said I took it SO WELL

He did listen and cum in my mouth when he finished, so it was genuinely the perfect experience. I love pushing my boundaries and finding new things I fall in love with because of it!

(If you read this post and liked it, tell me how much you do!! I get very turned on to how much people see me! XD)

It all started about month ago. I was browsing on a local meet ups group subreddit, and I see a post like : “19M wanting to lose my virginity”. I wouldn’t usually answer a post like that, but upon talking with him, I realized he speaks a language I am studying fluently, and is from that country !

I had always been curious about men from there, and I was also excited to show a native what I have learned so far… our talk the night before online went well, so I decided to go through with it, but I told him there is no guarantee I’ll go all the way with him…

The next day, I show up a little bit away from his dorm building, he came to the parking garage to escort me to the building. He was taller than me, with long dark hair, super slender, glasses… a real cutie.

I was so nervous but he was oddly calm, which is strange because he is 10 years younger than I am… when we got to his room we got into his bed and chatted for a bit, I was so nervous but eventually he was able to coax me into kissing him…

I cuddled up against his side, and he asked me if he could touch me, and when I agreed his hands were immediately up under my dress cupping my ass. It felt so good… he was being so complimentary about my body, I am a chubbier girl and he kept telling me how much hotter I was than the thinner girls on his campus. Made me feel very good

Anyway, at this point I am basically dry humping him… and idk what possessed me, but I asked him if we was truly fluent in the language I have been studying, and he answered in that language & for some reason that made me so giddy 🤣🩷 I asked him if I could see his cock & omfg… I was not prepared!! He was so big !! And he later told me his favorite part of our encounter was how giddy and in shock I was over the size of his cock… he thought he was small for some reason, so I was happy to break the news to him that he was way above average in size and girth.

I could see confidence bloom in him… and from that moment, I knew I needed him buried inside of me… but before that, I gave him head… he held onto my hands while I did it… it was so cute, and I tried to take him down my throat but he was bigger than I was used to… anyway we both have to figure out how to use the condoms i brought, and next thing we know, I am straddling him.. the height of the bed in his dorm made it so easy for me to be on top, which is something I’m not used to, but my god did he feel so good inside of me…

I held his hands while I rode him… he looked like he was having such a good time. When I got off of him, we realized he had cum inside of me into the condom but neither of us knew it bc he never lost his hard on… but then next thing I know, I am on my back… he slides into me again and I swear my eyes must have rolled into the back of my head… but my favorite position was doggy.. he was able to get so incredibly deep in me… I could feel him hitting my cervix… I had to tell him to go easier on me, which I regretted in retrospect… I wish I could have just been a good, little fuck toy, and endured it…

Anyway… we cuddled some after that, he looked so happy and I told him I was glad he enjoyed his first time, he did amazing for a virgin… he made me feel so good.

I showed him my skill level in his language and he was very encouraging and soon after we parted way. He walked me back to the parking garage and linked his pinky with mine as we walked together.

That was about a month ago… he is really busy with his major, so today was the first time we were able to talk again… I missed him so much, so when he told me he wanted me to “come fucksies” ( I thought that was cute lol ) it didn’t take much coaxing… he told me we couldn’t be in his dorm room, and we’d have to use an abandoned lounge area…I was hesitant… but I wanted to see him so bad… so I relented, but I told him there was no guarantee I’d fuck him, and he went “oh right, just like what you said last time. 😋”

When I made it to his building dorm, he came out and waved me inside…he looked excited to see me again… he smiled at me and looked so cute .. his smile melts my heart, and for a moment I felt like more than just his human flesh light.

When we got to the abandoned room, I helped him move a couple of tables in front of the door to make sure no one could get in easily.. he stacked two tables up against the door, and I thought it was so silly… I have it so bad for this kid to be messing around in places like this…

The first thing I did was just hold him. I told him how much I missed him, and we started making out with each other… he told me he forgot how soft my lips were were, and next thing I know we are on the couch with his hands between my legs… he goes “you’re so warm…” and I straddle him while we make out more.. he tries to take my tits out and I told him no because I am shy, but he told me he liked them and really wanted to see them, and that we’d get me used to having them played with by exposure therapy… he toyed with my nipple and the other was soon in his mouth… I was so turned on… I asked him if he wanted to fuck… he agreed but first he wanted me to give him head..

This time I was able to fit him down my throat… and each time I did, he made the cutest noises… he told me I had gotten better at it… when I looked him in the eyes with his cock in his mouth, he melted… he held my face in his hands while I took him down my throat and he told me to stop because he didn’t want to cum before he fucked me.

As soon as the condom was on, I was in his lap, sinking down onto his cock and it felt so good… I rode him so hard at one point… he put me in doggy, but before he did, he spread me open.. he loves looking and he told me I was soaked and dripping… he came in me, into the condom, during doggy… he pressed so insanely deep in me… right up into my cervix …

We were able to have some cuddle time and chat a bit while he recovered. He told me he was glad I was his first, and he also listened to some of my worries and told me he was glad he wasn’t old enough to deal with some of the stuff I am going through, but it made me happy that he listened… I feel like being his fuck toy is worth it, even if it’s just these quick little moments in between where he shows me humanity beyond being a warm, wet hole he can get off in…

Once he recovered, he told me next position could be my choice, and of course I picked doggy. 🩷 but this time I told him he could go as hard as he wanted and he did not disappoint… I was making up for having him be gentle with me during our first encounter… I was melting into the couch, but soon he came again, and I put my panties back on…

I let him keep all the condoms I brought & I asked him when I could see him again, and he admitted to honestly not knowing when because his school work keeps him insanely busy… even tonight, I was only able to have him for a couple of hours before he had to get back to his studies.

When he walked me into the hallway, I wrapped my pinky around his, just like he showed me during our first meet up… when we got into the elevator I admitted to him that I didn’t want to fuck anyone else, and he told me I can.. he told me he knows he can’t be with me the way I need him to be because he is so busy with his classes… but when I told him I didn’t care, he seemed a bit happy…

When I left I looked at him like a sad puppy 😭 but he said good bye to me…

I don’t know when he’ll come around again. I only hear from him when he’s horny and wants to let off steam from school stress… but I adore him…

I know whenever he calls for me, I’ll be right back in his lap taking his cock. I know this will only hurt me. He admitted to me that next year he will be studying abroad and then he’s going back to his home country. But I have this delusional hope that he will keep in contact with me… this delusional hope that this will end up somewhere other than me underneath of him every few weeks.

This guy was my main fuck buddy during my freshman year of college, as you can tell, there was quite the age and experience gap. This is exactly what I was looking for at the time, I had been sexually active before college but I still felt like I didn’t know what I was doing. He was a hot grad school student and I loved having sex with him, so I explored a lot of kinks with him during the year we hooked up.

He was the first guy to really pull my hair and talk shit while he fucked me. Eventually I used some of my allowance to go to the sex shop and buy my first butt plug and pair of handcuffs. I don’t go too far, but I explored a lot with him. It was Covid so it wasn’t uncommon for me to stay at his place for a few nights at a time, but one weekend he had the apartment to himself.

I went over on a Saturday night and stayed the night after we fucked. Once I got naked that night, I wouldn’t be putting any clothes on until Monday morning. I slept with him and I wasn’t wearing anything, then he surprised me with breakfast in bed and we ate naked. After another round in the morning, I went to pee and get dressed after. He was in the bathroom and took my top out of my hand and said no clothes for the day.

When he said this I laughed and realized he was serious. I playfully asked him if he thought I would really do that, just being naked for him all day. He said yes and that flipped a switch in me. My parents would be livid if they knew I acted this way for a guy who wasn’t even my boyfriend, which only made it hotter. He ended up fucking me again in the bathroom. It was a drunk Saturday night so we woke up around noon. After the second fuck of the morning, we did it two more times and then again the next morning before I finally got to get dressed and go back to my dorm.

This happened in college after a night out. I went out with the girls and these two guys who were roommates started hitting on us. My friend was immediately smitten with the guy she was talking to and they went to get a drink together. Within a few minutes they were making out inside and I just knew that she was going to go home with him. She was recently single and basically in a crashing out phase.

I liked my guy well enough and figured that I’d go home with him as well for my friend’s safety. He had leaned down to kiss me and I accepted it, he was actually pretty good. I really wasn’t planning on fucking him but I could imagine myself sucking his dick later. After a half hour or so they came back outside and wanted to go home. I remember sitting in the backseat with them and it was like I didn’t exist. My guy and I had joked about how they were going to fuck later when we were back at the bar.

We pull up to their house and it’s nice as fuck for a college house and my friend is up in his room as soon as we arrive. We both looked at each other and it was a bit awkward, I remember asking if he had roommates and when he said yeah I suggested we just go in his room with a naughty smirk. We made out in his bed and we heard my roommate moaning like a porn star. I playfully moaned back before telling him it made me horny. I told him I’d suck it which I did, but it literally always leads to sex. He had a great dick and after he had me choking on it, I wanted it in me.

We got in missionary and he started fucking me, I played up my moans to keep up with my friend but it only made him go harder and they got genuine. The two things I remembered most about the sex was how overwhelmed with dick I was and how effortless it was for him. He ended up finishing on my chest after I came.

She texted me when she was done and said she needed to go so I kissed him goodbye and we both got dressed and headed out. He was at the front door in his underwear still half hard and I remember thinking it was huge. He was venmoing her and called us an uber. We went outside when she got his money and told me she got creampied so it was for a plan b

Most of the sex toys I (F22) own have been bought for me in exchange for pics or videos of me using them.

I once had a conversation with a group of friends about sex toys, and ended up telling them about the ones I have. I explained the above, how most had been gifts in exchange for pics or videos.

One of my guy friends later messaged me and asked if there was a toy I wanted that he could get me as per the arrangement I had explained.

I told him about the Lovense Lush, the pink remote vibe that responds to sound and movement and can be controlled over the internet. It's over $300 so I was never going to get it for myself. He agreed to buy me one and it arrived a couple days later.

I got it setup, fully charged and after a few minutes he was connected to it. Having it come to life in my hand, knowing he was the one making it move, made my already wet pussy twitch.

We’d already planned that I’d wear it somewhere public while he controlled it. On a perfect sunny day I put on my strappy yellow sun dress with nothing underneath, pushed the pink bulb inside me and waited for him to pick me up. We drove to the nearest beach. He dropped me off at the coffee stand and drove off to find a parking.

It was early but there were already people around. Couples walking at the water's edge. People throwing sticks and balls for their dogs to fetch. And kids playing and splashing in the water.

I bought my coffee and walked down to the grass at the edge of the sand. I put my towel down and lay down on my stomach with my legs pointing towards the water. The antenna was sticking out of my bare pussy. Anyone walking close behind me could see it if they really looked.

I looked around trying to see where he parked. He was right there, sitting on a bench about ten feet away, phone in his hand, acting like he was just some guy scrolling. We pretended like we didn't know each other. Every now and then I’d glance over and I knew he was staring at me from behind his sunglasses.

We were in contact the whole time through our phones. Being in public like that had me so wet I could feel it on my inner thighs. He started slow, testing if it was working. It was. He tried different patterns. Different speeds, different strengths. I was worried someone might hear the muffled buzzing coming from between my legs.

When I liked something he did it more. When I texted “harder” or “faster” he listened. Trying to keep a straight face while people walked past only feet away made it even more exciting.

It’s like I’d been caught but I hadn’t. The pulsing and throbbing made my pussy clench around it. I never knew what he was going to do next. Every time it changed pattern my stomach tightened.

I kept glancing over at the bench and he was just sitting there, watching me, completely calm while he was making my pussy flutter. After a few minutes I felt the familiar feeling building inside me. I texted him that I was getting close. He didn’t slow down.

If anything he made it stronger. I pressed my face into my towel and tried to breathe normally while my pussy started squeezing around the toy. I crossed my ankles and clenched hard, trying to stop my legs from trembling too obviously. My thighs were shaking anyway. I was so wet I could feel it dripping down my inner thighs onto the towel.

I texted him again that I was really close and he just kept going. I couldn’t stop it. He was in control, not me.

The orgasm hit me hard and I had to bite my lip to stay quiet. My whole body went tight and I came with my face buried in the towel, trying not to make a sound while people were walking past. I could feel his eyes on me the whole time.

As the aftershocks wore off, a dad walked past so close I could have reached out and grabbed his ankle. His daughter looked me in the eye, probably wondering why my face was flushed and I seemed a little out of breath just lying there.

Eventually I sat up, legs out in front of me facing the ocean. I checked no one was looking and discretely pulled it out of me. I then took a subtle selfie of my satisfied slit. My milky juices trickling out of me, dripping onto my towel.

I glanced over at the bench. He was still sitting there, phone in his hand, trying to cover the buldge in his shorts. He just looked at me with a little smirk.

I lay back down, put my sun hat over my face and fell asleep I was so relaxed.

so this happened last week after i finished a workout at the gym. it had been three whole days since i had been fucked and my hypersexual self was obviously going crazy so i guess i just couldn't help myself.

i stay late at the gym sometimes. the parking garage always empties out fast after 8pm and there's this back row under the stairs where the light has been off broken for like three months and they still haven't fixed it. i noticed that about two months ago and filed the information away the way one does when you are the way i am.

so i'd just had a really good workout, one of those ones where you leave kind of buzzy and warm and your endorphins are just rushing like crazy and your brain just... goes there. the locker room was empty, i'd showered, the drive home felt long and pointless. i sat in the car for a minute. then another minute.

it really didn't take me long before i pushed my seat back a little, let the windows fog up, and pulled my shorts up around one thigh, and put my hand between my legs with my fingers deep inside my pussy and i was not paying attention to anything except what was in my head.

he knocked on my window.

i have never moved faster in my life. shorts up, seat forward, face absolutely on fire, i rolled the window down about three inches like a complete coward and he was just standing there. early thirties maybe, tall, he works out there too i've seen him a lot.

he's honestly one of the hottest guys in the gym, i lowkey am always looking at him while he is lifting and i think he might have noticed a few times. i'm always too shy to come up to him though.

he was not laughing at me. he had this look on his face that was already doing something to my stomach even through the complete mortification.

"you do this a lot?" he said.

and i don't know what was wrong with me because i said "sometimes."

he was quiet for a second. the look on his face got worse. or better. you know what i mean.

"i've been watching you for months," he said. "every time you come in here. those little shorts, the way you look at yourself in the mirror when you think nobody's paying attention." he leaned against my door. "didn't think you'd be out here doing this shit in the parking garage though."

i genuinely did not know what to do with my body. i was still wet. i was so embarrassed i could barely look at him. i was also so turned on i couldn't think straight and those two things were competing for space in a pretty small car.

"didn't know you were such a slut," he said, and his voice had dropped, and the way he said it wasn't mean it was just like... a discovery. like he was filing that information away for later use.

i unlocked the car.

he got in the passenger seat and i'm not totally sure who moved first but his hand was in my hair immediately and he said "get on your knees for me" and i did, in my own front seat, in a parking garage, because apparently that is just who i am.

he pulled my hair back hard enough that my neck bent and said "open" and i opened and then he was just using my mouth. his hips rolling forward, his cock down my throat, both hands woven through my hair, and he was fucking my face at whatever pace he wanted and i was barely in control of anything.

"yeah, you've been doing this to me for months," he said, low and rough, "coming in every week in those little shorts looking like that, and this whole time you were out here being a filthy little slut in the parking garage."

i gagged. he didn't even slow down.

"good girl," he said, and tightened his grip and went deeper. "bet you do this all the time. bet you love it."

i was gripping the center console just to have something to hold onto. my eyes were watering. at some point he pulled me off just to look at my face and he said "you're a mess" in this voice like that was exactly what he wanted. he made me open my mouth wide before spitting straight into my throat and then he pushed me back down.

"always knew you'd be like this," he said. "first time i saw you. knew you were a slut."

he came down my throat and held my head down until he was completely done and then just let go. i was choking on his cum but i was determined and i managed to swallow it all like the good girl that i am. i sat up. my hair was wrecked and my eyes were definitely red and he looked at me the same way he had through the window, like he'd confirmed something he'd suspected for a long time.

he got out without saying much. i sat there for a while after, windows still fogged, not quite ready to drive.

i've seen him twice since at the gym. he looks at me exactly the same every time. not smug, just like he knows. he is honestly kinda a trigger for me now. every time i see him i feel this rush and i'm instantly horny. last time i saw him i touched myself in the bathroom i literally couldn't even wait to get home.

i'm not even a little bit sorry about any of it. i'm happy he knows i'm a slut.

I used to hook up with this older guy after school. He was a friend of my older brother and we wound do it a couple times a week.

It was a random Wednesday and we were in the living room of my house and on the couch. We were kissing, then I went down on him, sucking his big dick and finally he licked my already wet pussy. We were completely naked as I climbed on top of him, straddling and facing away from him. I slowly slid down his cock and was riding him reverse cowgirl. He grabbed my hips as he held me in place and slid in and out of me, picking up the pace a bit. I was moaning and enjoying the length of his dick buried in my smooth pussy. I was facing the front door and it suddenly opened. In walked my dad who froze when he walked into the room. The guy fucking me didn’t see him walk in and kept thrusting in and out of me. I then saw my dad’s eyes dart down between my legs and then up again where we locked eyes. My mouth was still hanging open and I was also frozen in a way as if I just didn’t know what to do.

My dad didn’t say a word and then walked to his bedroom. I was relieved that he didn’t start yelling at me. I think he was hiding from the awkward situation or doing whatever in there.

I had the strangest thought in the moment…I was glad that I shaved that morning. As if my pussy being smooth and nice looking mattered in that moment. Such a strange thought. The guy finished and I asked him to leave quickly.

Later that evening my dad sat down at the kitchen table and began to lecture me about safe sex as he could clearly see earlier the guy wasn’t wearing a condom. My dad asked where the guy came and I said that he pulled out. My dad was relieved and I could tell his big fear was me getting pregnant. My dad then encouraged me to swallow guys and avoid their cum anywhere near my pussy.

I don’t know what was more awkward, my dad seeing a dick sliding in and out of my smooth, wet pussy or hearing him tell his daughter to swallow.

I’m a 22f but like to meet different guys from Tinder and explore when I date. That sometimes means meeting up with older guys. So, I met this late 30’s guy from Tinder and we went out for drinks. He was fun, charming, and carried himself like a man. Those are all things I’m attracted to.

He invited me back to his place and it was very much a divorced guys apartment. I found myself in his bed and happily spread my legs as he was kissing my neck. He sunk into me and slowly fucked me as I moaned in his ear. He came pretty quickly inside me. He apologized while explaining how beautiful I was and how amazing my body felt. As he continued to talk, I started to hear the words of a divorced and sexually starved man that simply works and provides money for his wife and kids. I could tell that he was hurting and he finally had somebody to listen. I heard him out and thought that he is so sexually and emotionally starved that he is confiding in me, an almost stranger.

After about 20 minutes of this, I put my finger to his lips to quiet him and slid down the bed. I wrapped my lips around his cock and felt it grow in my mouth. He was hard within a minute. I thought to myself that this is what he needs as I slowly slid my lips up and down his cock, using some nice suction. It felt good to give a loving blowjob to this starved man who was loving every second of it.

I felt him stiffen in my mouth and then begin to cum. I stroked the base of his cock and swallowed every drop of him. When he finished, I licked the head gently and then gave him a little kiss.

As I got dressed, he thanked me for actually listening and for giving him the most pleasure he had felt in years. I felt so good inside hearing those words as if I had done some sort of service which I suppose I did.

I made sure he had my number and then went home. When I got to my house, I contemplated my ability to just completely give to a near stranger and provide attention and pleasure he hadn’t felt in such a long time.

This happened last weekend and I still can’t stop replaying it in my head- I’ve always been the type who hooks up occasionally but nothing too crazy. That changed that night.

My mom was visiting and we went to this casual neighborhood pub for drinks and to catch up. I was wearing a simple black tank top that showed a bit of cleavage and my favorite pair of jeans that hug my hips and butt. We were sitting at a table when this older guy at the bar kept looking over. He was around 53 solid build like he still worked with his hands, and had this quiet confidence about him.

When my mom went to the bathroom he came over with a fresh drink for me and started chatting. He was easy to talk to, funny in a dry way, and didn’t come on too strong. When my mom came back he included her in the conversation naturally and even bought us both another round. She actually seemed to like him. After about an hour and a half my mom said she was tired and heading back to her hotel.

Once she was gone the vibe between us shifted. He suggested we move to a quieter booth. We kept talking and it got flirty. I mentioned how guys my age are usually bad in bed, selfish and in a rush. He said something about how it takes years for most men to learn how to actually please a woman properly. His hand ended up on my knee under the table and slowly moved up my thigh as we talked. I was getting really turned on. He asked if I had ever been with someone older and I admitted I hadn’t but had thought about it. He told me he would take his time with me if I wanted to go home with him.

I hesitated for a second but I was to myself why not? so I said yes.

In the Uber he had his arm around me and kissed my neck. His hands were confident but not pushy. When we got to his place he pushed me gently against the door as soon as it closed and started kissing me deeply. His beard felt rough against my skin in a good way. He pulled my tank top off and unhooked my bra, then stood back for a moment just looking at me before cupping my breasts and playing with my nipples until I was moaning.

He walked me to his bedroom while we stripped the rest of my clothes off along the way. By the time I was on his bed I was completely naked and he was still dressed. He spread my legs and took his time looking at me, then started touching me with his fingers, teasing my clit in slow circles before sliding two thick fingers inside. He knew exactly what he was doing and I came pretty quickly, shaking against his hand.

He didn’t stop there. He got between my legs and went down on me, licking slowly at first then focusing on my clit while his fingers kept working. It felt so good I came again, louder this time, my thighs squeezing around his head. He kept going until I was trembling and almost pushing him away because it was too intense.

When he finally stood up and took his clothes off his cock was thick and hard. I sat up and took him in my mouth, wanting to return the favor. He groaned and rested his hand on the back of my head, guiding me gently as I sucked and used my tongue. After a few minutes he pulled me off and laid me back down.

He rubbed his cock along my pussy a few times, teasing me, then pushed inside slowly. The stretch felt amazing. He started thrusting, steady and deep at first, then harder. He pinned my hands above my head with one of his and used the other to rub my clit while he fucked me. I came again around him, clenching hard.

He flipped me over into doggy style, smacked my ass a few times hard enough to leave marks, and slid back in deep. The sound of his body slapping against mine filled the room. He pulled my hair and kept a steady rhythm while reaching around to touch me. I was a mess at that point, moaning into the sheets.

We switched again so I was on top. I rode him hard, his hands gripping my hips and then moving up to my tits. He felt so deep like that. Eventually he put me back on my back, my legs over his shoulders, and fucked me harder and deeper until he came inside me with a long groan filling me with his warm cum.

We both caught our breath for a while. He got me some water and we laid there talking quietly. After maybe twenty minutes his hand started wandering again. We went for a slower second round. He ate me out once more, tasting everything, then fucked me in spooning position until he came again.

I left around four in the morning with shaky legs, sore in the best way, and a few hickeys and handprints hidden under my clothes. He texted me the next day to check if I was okay and if I wanted to see him again. I haven’t replied yet but part of me really wants to.

It still feels a little surreal that it happened so fast, especially with my mom right there at the start of the night. Definitely the best sex I’ve had so farrrr

There are probably healthier ways to help someone get over a breakup, but possibly none as effective (or hot) lol

Everyone on our little desk island knew that Tom had recently broken up with his girlfriend, and we were all trying our best to tread carefully around him, making sure not to make any jokes about how much it sucks being single etc. For the most part, we had been doing well, but he had still been staring into space or going out to “grab things from the car” multiple times a day.

It had only been a week since the breakup, and almost everything seemed to trigger him, so when I saw the calendar reminder pop up on his PC screen–”VACATION WITH JULIE!!!!”–I knew he was gonna be kinda fucked.

Sure enough, he stared at his screen for a moment then just pushed his chair back, standing up from his desk and walking toward the little supply closet down the hall. I watched as the door closed behind him, expecting him to reappear quickly with a handful of pens or notebooks. But he didn’t. I glanced around at my colleagues, but they were arguing over who was covering the late shift, and no one had noticed Tom’s absence.

I stood up, my heart thumping already. I liked Tom. He was the sensitive, nerdy type, and I always wished I could do more for him.

Straightening my blouse, I walked across the office and down the hallway, the sound of conversation and telesales fading behind me. At the door to the supply closet, I looked both ways and stepped inside quickly.

Tom was at the other end of the small space. He stood bolt upright, wiping his face on the sleeve of his shirt. He turned, clearing his throat, trying to maintain his composure, but it was clear that he had been crying.

I felt my heart break for him.

"ava," he said. “I was just getting some pens.” He held them up lamely. “Do you need anything?”

I nodded, taking a step toward him. "I just wanted to see if you were okay," I said. "I saw the reminder on your screen."

"Oh, it's nothing," he said, shaking his head and trying to smile. "I'm fine."

"You're not fine," I said. I shrugged. "It's okay to not be fine."

He let out a breath. "I just don't get it," he said. "I thought we were good…”

I nodded. “Yeah. I get that. Breaking up sucks. But there are benefits. Like being single.”

I took another step closer. I wanted to make it better. I wanted to help.

I wanted to take that look off his face.

“Yeah, right,” he said.

"Really. There are other women out there,” I said, biting my lip. “If I’m being totally honest…and I don’t mean to offend you…but…Julie was kind of a bitch."

He laughed. “Maybe.” He laughed again and then shook his head. It seemed to break the tension in the small space. “Yeah, I guess she was. But she was my bitch. Now I don’t even have her.”

I nodded. “Life will get better, I promise. One day soon you’ll probably have your face buried some other woman's huge boobs and you’ll be like ‘Julie who?’”

“Yeah…” he said, his tone doubtful. “Maybe.”

“I’m serious!” I said, but I could tell he was having trouble picturing it. “I bet there’s loads of women out there that would be happy to do that for you. You’re a good guy, Tom. Good job, funny, good looking.”

He scoffed. “I’ve got women queuing up outside my apartment.”

“I’m serious,” I said, taking one more step toward him, my head suddenly filled with thoughts I shouldn’t be having. We were close now. Very close. I turned back and glanced at the door for a second, checking it was still closed. “Look.”

My hands went to the hem of my blouse. I lifted it up to my chin in one awkward movement, struggling slightly to get it over my tits. My bra was black lace, my cleavage spilling over the tops of the cups, the nipples already hard and pointing through the thin material. I pushed them together with my forearms and made them bulge even more, my heart racing.

“See?” I said, my voice a little breathier than I’d expected. “Boobs.”

I tried to laugh, but it came out as a little sigh.

"What are you doing?" Tom asked, his eyes darting around the room, trying to land anywhere other than my huge tits. I felt suddenly electric; to be stood here, like this, on display, for my co-worker. Embarrassing and exciting in equal measure.

“Relax,” I whispered. “Look. Titty.”

Tom looked, his eyes going wide.

It was a look that made me want to give him more.

My hands went to the button of my pants. I undid it, then pulled down the zipper. I hooked my finger in the waistband of my pants and my panties and pushed them down, just enough to show him the soft line of my smooth naked pussy.

"See?" I said. I tilted my hips forward, presenting myself to him. "Isn't my pussy nice?" My nipples tingled, tight and sensitive from the sudden exposure, and I could feel myself getting wet.

"What the fuck, ava," Tom said.

A moment of silence passed between us, but this time he didn’t need to be told to look, his eyes following the contours of my body, his face flushed at what was on display for him.

"I'm just showing you," I said, my voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm just showing you that there are other women out there. Hot women. Needy women. Horny women." I pulled my pants and my panties down a little more, giving him a better view of my lips. I was so wet now, so turned on by the look on his face, that my clit was throbbing. “Women with big boobs and nice pussies.”

He swallowed.

“It is nice, isn’t it?” I said, suddenly self-conscious from his lack of response. I started to pull down my blouse.

“Wait!” he said, a little too loud in the tiny supply closet. “Yes. Fuck. Yeah, you look really good ava. I…I had no idea.”

“Yeah…” I said, my voice almost a whisper now, every nerve ending in my body screaming with embarrassment, telling me to cover myself up, but some deeper part of me guiding me, telling me this was the right thing to do.

His eyes continued to move across me, travelling across the glistening lips, across the divots of my hips, up my smooth stomach, and settling on my breasts.

“Your boobs are like…like…huge.”

I giggled. “Yes. They are..” Another beat of silence. “Really soft too.” I looked around at the door again. “Would you like to feel them? Just this once?”

His eyes flicked from my face down to my chest and back again, his mouth slightly open. "Are you serious?" he breathed out, the question barely a whisper.

“I just want to help you get over her.”

I reached behind my back, my fingers fumbling for a second with the clasp of my bra. With a quick twist it came loose, the extra slack allowing me to lift it at the front, releasing my tits, their weight settling heavily against my chest.

Tom let out a shaky breath. "Holy shit," he murmured, his gaze fixed on my tightening areola.

"Go on," I whispered, taking the final step that closed the distance between us. I took his trembling hand in mine. "Just feel."

I guided his palm to my left breast, pressing it against the soft, heavy weight of my it. His hand was warm andI let out a soft sigh. He squeezed, gently at first, then with a bit more confidence, his thumb brushing over my hard nipple.

“Mmm,” I said, looking up at him through my lashes, still holding my panties down with my other hand, rocking my pussy backward and forward slightly. “Do you like them?”

He looked up from my chest to my eyes. “They're fucking incredible," he said. He used his other hand to cup my other breast, weighing them both in his palms. "I can't believe this is happening."

“I told you…” I tilted my head up, my lips just an inch from his. "There are plenty of women who want you, Tom. You just need to know what to look for."

He didn't need any more encouragement, his hands continued their exploration of my breasts, squeezing and kneading them, pulling on my nipples, making my knees tremble. I felt myself take a small step to the side with my left leg, opening myself wider, pushing myself against the front of his pants and feeling his cock. I gasped.

Fuck.

This had gone too far.

"I should get back to my desk," I said, stepping away from him and starting to put myself back together, fastening my pants and reclipping my bra.

“But…” Tom looked confused. Shocked. Crestfallen.

I smoothed down my blouse, trying to make myself look presentable, trying to bury my horniness, imagining myself getting caught by my bosses only making me wetter.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m still here if you need to talk. Okay?”

“Oh. Uh…yeah.” He nodded. “Okay. That’s cool. Thanks ava.”

“Its no problem.” I hugged him, dressed now, pressing my breasts against him again, doing everything I possibly could to not push my still dripping pussy against him through my pants and panties once more. "And next time you're feeling down, let me know, and maybe we can come and get some more supplies. And maybe I’ll let you see my ass…

A couple weeks ago we went on my friend’s hens weekend to the Gold Coast, staying in a big Airbnb in Surfers Paradise. The other bridesmaids secretly planned a male stripper as a surprise for the bride.

The show started pretty tame, just dancing and some grinding on her. She smiled and laughed but didn’t want it to go too far (didn’t want to cheat on her fiancé), so one of the girls yelled out for him to pick someone else… and he straight up chose me.

Before the show we’d all had shots with him and chatted, so there was already some flirty energy.
When he picked me I felt it instantly he later told me he chose me because he thought I was the hottest one there.

I fucking loved being the centre of attention with everyone watching.

He went hard on me, motorboating my tits, slapping my ass, picking me up, carrying me around, throwing me on the couch and grinding all over me while he was just in his underwear. The girls were cheering like crazy. I got bold, gave him the eyes, and he took my hand and put it straight on his cock.

Next thing I know he has me on my knees in front of everyone. The girls lost their minds screaming “suck that dickkkk”, cheering, and a few of them filming. I went for it and sucked him off right there in the living room.

He ended up cumming on my face. The girls were cracking up and handed me a towel to clean up, then we all celebrated like it was the most normal hens activity ever.

He had another booking after us but took my number and said he’d come back later for a free round. He actually met up with all of us at the club afterwards, which was such a fun vibe.

When we got back to the Airbnb he put on another little show, called me out again, and properly fucked me right there while a few of the girls watched and cheered.

I loved every second of it especially being the centre of attention and knowing he picked me.
It was my friend’s hens weekend… but what happens on the Gold Coast stays on the Gold Coast, right?

“What, really?” he said from the other end of the couch, raising his eyebrow in response to my joke. “You’ll suck it if we win?”

“Sure,” I laughed, putting my feet up on the coffee table. I was just joking, of course. We’d always been like that; making jokes and being silly. That’s just what friends did. Anyway, the team might have been winning, but we were ranked one of the lowest in the entire World Cup, and I’d seen enough games to realise how quickly things could change. “Why the hell not?”

“You promise?”

I stared at him, a little surprised at how serious he looked, but once again I realised he was joking. I mean…we were friends. “Sure,” I said. “I promise. If we win I’ll get down on my knees and–”

“Wooo!” he shouted, standing up and punching the air as the opposing keeper let the ball into the net. “What a goal!”

I don’t know much about football, but in the multiple replays that followed, I had to admit that the way the ball curved through the air and seemed to weave its way through a wall of players was very satisfying to watch.

It was the 58th minute now, and his team were 2-0 up.

When he had stopped jumping up and down, he flopped back onto the couch and looked at me.

“You might as well start now,” he laughed.

“Start what?”

“You know…” he said, opening his legs slightly and nodding toward his crotch.

“Yeah right,” I laughed, rolling my eyes and turning back to the game. “You wish.”

But from the corner of my eyes, I noticed something.

He was hard.

I don’t know if it was the excitement of the game, or maybe it was because of what we had just been talking about, but either way it was kind of obvious; a thick rod of muscle pressed against the soft fabric of his sweatpants.

I’d never thought of him like that before. He was my friend, and I had never even considered how it might make me feel to see him…like that.

But whatever. I wasn’t actually going to do anything.

I turned back to the game. The players were running down the pitch. A defender tackled and took possession of the ball, and the momentum shifted, the ball moving the other way. Someone kicked it out and it went to a throw in. From the side of my eye, my friend's hard cock twitched.

Fuck.

Was that really because of me?

I needed to test the theory.

I sat forward and straightened my back, pushing my breasts out while I stretched, my nipples hard and visible due to the thoughts I was having. I slipped my hair-tie off my wrist and used it to put my hair back in a pony-tail. I told myself the latter action was for comfort only, but I knew what I was looking for, and sure enough I got my confirmation…

He was pretending not to watch me, but during my little performance his cock twitched three separate times, and it wasn't until I noticed I’d been licking my lips that I realised I wanted it.

“So…” I said. “You really think you’re gonna win, huh?”

“It’s…it's looking really good, yeah…”

“Well…in that case…we might as well get started, right?”

I slipped off the coach and knelt on the rug, the fibers pressing into my knees. His sweatpants were still tented, that thick ridge of muscle straining against the soft gray fabric.

He recoiled slightly. “You’re joking, right?”

“Yup,” I said, shuffling toward him and licking my lips. “I’m just joking.”

I reached forward and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his pants. He jumped again but offered no resistance, his skin warm as I slowly pulled his sweatpants down, inch by inch. The television blared with commentary, but the sound faded into the background as we both watched his hard cock appear before us.

Fuck.

“Sarah…” he whispered. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing!” I said, acting offended as I lifted my T-shirt up over my head, my breasts bouncing from the movements, my white lace bra barely containing them. “Just watch the game!”

But I didn’t need to look up at him to know he was watching me now; the way my boobs barely fit between his legs, the way I was licking my lips inches from his cock.

"You're just lucky your team's winning," I teased, leaning closer and breathing on it. “It could change at any minute…”

He didn't respond, just watched as I slowly lowered my head.

I placed a gentle kiss on the shaft of it and felt my pussy twitch.

“Are you…are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“Do what?” I asked, extending my wet tongue and licking him from base to tip. His body reacted instantly and so did mine, my nipples hardening and my panties getting wetter. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Anyway. How long does the game have left?” I asked, looking up at him from between his legs, my voice a little breathless, my lips wet.

He swallowed. “Around 30 minutes…”

“Then I guess we have some time…”

“For what?”

I looked up at him again, smiling. I held his gaze for a moment longer before planting another kiss on his cock, quickly this time. I moved away from it and shuffled backward, leaning back on my elbows and opening my legs, showing him my white lace panties beneath my light summer skirt.

“Nothing,” I shrugged, pushing my breasts together and feeling the thrill in my body as his eyes went wide at the sight of me. I wondered if my panties looked as soaked as they felt.

Either way, his eyes were glued to my body, and I could feel the fabric clinging to my smooth, swollen lips. The commentators droned on, but the game was forgotten, just background noise as I slowly reached down and hooked my fingers into the lace, pulling it aside. I saw him swallow again as my bare pussy was exposed to him. It was completely smooth, and I knew he could see how wet and ready I was, my lips already puffy and parted.

“What’s the score now?” I whispered. He opened his mouth to answer but I allowed my middle finger to drift down, tracing the line of my pussy before dipping inside just enough to coat it. I brought the glistening finger up to my mouth and slowly sucked it clean, never breaking eye contact with him. His cock twitched again.

“We’re still winning,” he said.

I nodded, moaning slightly and closing my eyes in pleasure, my hand returning between my legs, my fingers spreading me slightly more, my legs opening wider. My other hand came up to my chest, roughly squeezing my huge tits through the lace of my bra. I pinched my nipple, moaning as I began to rub my clit in earnest. I was putting on a show just for him, my hips grinding against my own hand as I built up the rhythm. My breasts jiggled with every movement of my arm, the soft flesh spilling out of the cups of my bra.

I was completely exposed, masturbating right in front of him while his hard cock throbbed, neglected and desperate for attention.

Fuck it.

I unclasped my bra with one hand, my huge tits spilling out, the nipples so hard they ached. I pinched one, then the other. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, my pussy was dripping as I imagined him grabbing me, throwing me down, and fucking me right here on the rug. I realised I was kind of a mess, writhing on the floor, my legs spread wide, my massive breasts heaving with every desperate gasp for air.

Just as I was about to cum, a deafening roar erupted from the television. The crowd went wild, the commentator screaming about a "stunning strike from thirty yards!" His team had scored again. They were winning 3-0.

Fuck. Suddenly, my own pleasure didn't matter anymore. I pulled my fingers from my twitching pussy and, without a second thought, shuffled forward on my knees, enjoying the look of fear and excitement on his face, both of us knowing what was about to happen.

It was time.

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

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

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

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

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

"getting there"

"good"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"yes"

"you sure"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i love my friend.

I’ve always kind of known I was a slut. Even before I ever did anything for real, I was constantly thinking about it. I’d sit in class and daydream about being used, or walk around in little crop tops and short shorts pretending I didn’t know guys were staring. But I knew. And honestly, I loved every second of it.

I’m 18 now. Petite, blonde, with perky C-cups and a body that gets stared at almost everywhere I go. I still live at home, and something about acting sweet and innocent while secretly being the biggest slut just turns me on so much. It makes everything feel hotter, like I’m getting away with something.

That’s exactly how I felt the night I walked across the street to my neighbor’s garage. He’s older, probably mid-twenties, super hot, kinda rough looking, and he’s always given me these looks. Like he knows I’m trouble. That night, he had a few friends over and they were drinking in the garage. I showed up wearing tiny shorts and no bra under my hoodie. I said I was just looking for a lighter. It was a dumb excuse, and they all knew it.

They gave me this look, like they were waiting for me to admit why I was really there. I leaned against the workbench and bent over just a little, pretending to scroll through my phone. One of the guys laughed and said, “You dress like that and expect us to believe you came over for a lighter?”

That was all it took.

My neighbor grabbed my waist and lifted me up onto the bench like he’d been waiting to do it forever. My hoodie came off. My shorts slid down. My nipples were already hard and I was soaked. One guy started sucking on my tits while another slid his fingers into my pussy like it belonged to him. I moaned so loud I actually covered my mouth without thinking.

It only got filthier from there.

One of them started fucking my throat while another was bent between my legs, tongue working me open. Someone spit on my ass and rubbed it in with his thumb, already pushing inside while I was gasping and begging for more. I couldn’t think straight. I had cock in my mouth, fingers in my pussy, and another stretching my ass. I was shaking, drooling, completely out of control.

They didn’t hold back. They told me I was their little neighborhood slut, that my pussy was made for this, that I was exactly the kind of girl guys dream about ruining. And I just nodded and took it all, letting them fill every inch of me while I came over and over.

By the time they were done, I was dripping from both holes, sore, bruised, and completely wrecked. I could barely move. I had cum all over my chest and stomach and face, and I still didn’t want to leave.

The craziest part? My parents were asleep just one street away the entire time. I had to sneak back into my room, legs shaking, thighs sticky, feeling more used than I ever had in my life. And I loved it.

The next morning, I saw my neighbor getting into his truck. He didn’t say anything. Just looked at me, smirked, and shook his head like he knew exactly what I was still thinking about.

And he was right.

The backstory is my bf and I were on vacation in Bangkok. We had always talked about adding another girl but had been nervous to try. We decided to get a couple's massage at an erotic parlor called Kiss.
When we arrived we ordered our massage and two girls took us up to a room and gave us a bath.

I was a little jealous watching another girl touch him, but it turned me on also. After the bath they moved us to the bed and started to massage us. After awhile they had us turn over and started massaging our fronts. I was getting so wet having a girl rub my nipples while watching another one rub my bf. It was so erotic looking at each other getting rubbed that when she made her way down and started rubbing my clit I came pretty quickly.

My bf was still being jerked off and the other girl moved over to help. The sight of two girls jerking him off at the same time was so hot. I started making out with him and as he started moaning I knew he was getting closer.

I moved down and started licking his nipples as I watched him getting jerked off. As he came it shot out and part of his cum hit me in the face as the rest shot across his stomach. It was one of the hottest things I've done. Let me know if you want to hear about more of our adventures in Thailand ! This is a shared account so he can see if you guys think it's as hot as we did.