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(F20) UGH I’ve been so fucking needy the last few days I can’t stand it, But I wanted to tell you guys about my experience last night

So I was in a call with some friends while 2 of them leave to go do something. Me and my friend knew that they probably weren’t going to be back for a while, so we actually started talking quite a lot. We were really deep into a conversation about dumb things we did as kids before I got an urge…

I took out my smaller dildo (no way in HELL I’m using my big one on call XD) and it honestly went in really easily!!! I couldn’t at first but once I found the image most of it just slipped in 😖

I wasn’t fucking myself stupid with it, but occasionally moving it as we spoke. There were a few times where I got a little too into it and I forgot what we were talking about, but nothing crazy! No I’m not gonna start moaning or anything I know better XD

But yeah! A great night where I was totally relaxed and it felt AMAZING. I love how trained I am now to take bigger sizes and still not be able to crack a noise…

I could feel the pavement cooking the soles of my shoes, and my shirt stuck to my back, a matted mess. Amy and Faith seemed immune to the 90-degree day, chattering away like kids. How had I let them talk me into this?

The last 24 hours had been a blur. The only thing clear in my mind were images of Amy. 

Amy. Her silhouette cutting through the midday sun in her kitchen. Her hand plunging into the front of her pajama bottoms, fingers working at a breakneck pace. Her pussy juice soaking through the thin fabric, painting an abstract fresco between her legs. My hand holding on to my cock for dear life, trying to stop myself from bursting at the sight. All the while knowing that the physical distance between us was the only thing keeping me from doing something much, much worse.

When I’d gotten off the phone with Amy, I’d realized Faith had texted me about sleeping over at my place that night. I was drowning in shame and rationalization. I texted her back immediately saying yes, and offered to cook her dinner.

She came straight over from work at 8 pm, and immediately climbed into my bed with her laptop. I stood at the stove, stirring garlic in a pan, trying to convince myself I was a good partner to her. But she seemed unconcerned either way–when I walked into my bedroom with her dinner, she was fast asleep with her computer still on her lap.

The next morning I’d tried to find a way to back out of the shopping the three of us had planned, but Faith had snapped at me that I was being flaky.

Her words circled around my head. “Amy’s been really lonely, Will. She needs more friends, people in her life she can rely on.”

I searched for a defense, but she continued. “Amy’s been there for me to an insane degree this year. And if she’s there for me, that benefits both of us. But if you make her feel like the two of you are only friends because she and I are friends, that’s gonna make her really sad.”

I’d just nodded. What else could I do?

Now it was late morning. The crowds on the street were locked in battle with the sun to see who could generate more heat. 

Faith was wearing a tank top and tight jean shorts that showed off her ass, but Amy was dressed even sluttier, if that was possible. She’d chosen a white blouse and ruffled schoolgirl skirt that seemed to turn the heads of every person who walked past. 

Together, Faith and Amy bounced through the throngs of people, sending my defensive instincts off the charts. The girls seemed oblivious as I scanned the crowd ahead. I started at the sound of Faith squealing.

“Oooo, this is CUTE.”

Faith and Amy had stopped in front of a thrift shop. Vintage clothes lined the windows, and the colors were genuinely beautiful. My film editor brain logged the storefront as a potential future location.

“We HAVE to try on some pieces!!” Amy shook Faith’s hand excitedly. 

I pulled the door open and we walked in to find a massive space that belied the six by six window in front. Inside, it was closer to a small warehouse, and I tried to wrap my brain around the optical illusion I’d just experienced.

The aisles hummed with the energy of fellow 20-somethings looking for something special on their day off. The girls skipped to a rack and cooed, smitten with the clothes. 

I wandered several feet behind them, relishing the A/C and the break from the masses outside. I was dubious there was anything here I could wear.

“William, LOOK at this.” Faith called over to me, holding up a dress up to Amy’s torso. It looked straight out of a brothel in the Old West.

I tried to keep my voice even. “That’s…that’s pretty cool.”

“OK, but wouldn’t she look SO hot in this?” Faith looked at me insistently. Amy’s eyes twinkled. I was trapped.

“Totally.” My jaw was set. 

“Oh, my gosh, you’re such a downer! Can you try to be enthusiastic?” she retorted.

Amy saw my expression and jumped in, “It’s OK, Faith. Honestly, I don’t think I’d buy this unless I had someone to absolutely rail me in it.” 

Faith giggled, but Amy’s eyes bored into mine and she sighed dramatically. “Alas…”

I tried to redirect the conversation. “Sorry, baby, I do think it’s really awesome! Are you gonna try on any stuff for yourself?”

“Obviously,” Faith rolled her eyes. “We’re just getting started!”

She grabbed my arm, draping the dress over it, and began flipping through the rack. Amy’s eyes flitted toward me, and she sidled over.

“I’m just gonna squeeze by you here, Will.” I backed up to make room for her and she slid in front of me, brushing her ass against my crotch. I tried to back up more, and she arched her back and bent her knees ever so slightly, somehow finding the bulge of my cock in my jeans, and rubbing down the length of it.

“Fuck!” I stumbled backwards catching myself on the rack behind me, and the horizontal metal pole bent under my weight.

Faith turned around. “William!” She snapped. “What are you doing??”

I tried to gather myself as Amy continued down the aisle to my left, glancing back at me with an eyebrow raised and that fucking smirk. “Tripped,” I muttered. Faith shook her head.

The next half hour continued much the same, with Faith and Amy piling more and more clothes into my arms. Every few minutes, Amy managed to find an excuse to brush past me, her hands finding my stomach or my upper thigh to help herself by. The aisles seemed to be getting steadily narrower as the clothes got heavier and my cock got harder.

Finally, mercifully, Faith announced, “I think we should hit the dressing rooms!”

The fitting rooms were all the way at the back of the store, a long hallway with doors lining either side. A bored looking associate with a septum ring counted our items, gave up halfway through, and walked us to two rooms across from each other at the far end of the hallway.

Faith and Amy each disappeared into one and I was left in the middle of the hallway, questioning my life choices. 

I collapsed into a chair just outside Faith’s room. Across from me I could see Amy’s feet as she slipped out of her sneakers. Her toes arched and I saw her skirt fall to the floor.

Fuck. If I was being honest, I had never quite understood the foot fetish thing–but out of nowhere I was gawking at this girl’s feet, imagining my dick between them. 

I shook my head, trying to clear it, and reached for my phone. Surely someone on the internet was doing something interesting.

I heard creaking across from me and looked up to see Amy’s fitting room door hadn’t fully latched. It was inching open slowly, and I could see a sliver of the mirror in front of her.

My breath caught in my throat as the door drifted open another inch. Amy was fully naked except for her panties. 

She cupped her breasts in both hands, lifting them in the mirror, and then letting them slide from her fingers. I watched them bounce ever so slightly, and my eyes traveled down the lines of her stomach, to the crease where her hips met her legs.

My eyes drifted back up and suddenly she met my gaze. I froze, mortified. 

Amy smiled at me, and then turned slowly and bent over to pick something off the bench next to her. The way her panties bit into the curve of her ass made me want to leave teeth marks on her cheeks.

I heard the latch behind me jiggle and I jumped. Faith swung open the door of her fitting room and I spun to face her. “Hey, baby, I–”

Faith was staring at her phone, annoyed. 

“God dammit, I keep getting work calls.” She shook her head in frustration. “I have to step out, the music is too loud in here.”

She stepped past me and I momentarily panicked. But the door to Amy’s fitting room had magically closed.

Faith knocked. “Hey, girl, got anything good in there?”

Amy opened the door looking shy. She was wearing the first vintage dress Faith had picked out. My stomach dropped.

“Holy shit, girl. I’m telling you, you need to get that.” Faith snapped her fingers. 

“I don’t know…” Amy trailed off, but she smiled at me over Faith’s shoulder.

Faith held up her phone. “Work called me like three times, I have to go outside and call them back.”

Amy grinned and gave a little salute as Faith turned heel. Halfway down the hall, Faith called over her shoulder, “And for god’s sake, help Will find something!”

I stood there wishing I could find a clothes rack big enough to hide in.

“Need some help there, partner?” Amy had materialized at my side, gazing up at me. The corset was pushing her tits up to a ridiculous degree, and I could see straight down her dress.

I tried to avoid her gaze and motioned toward the end of the hall. “I guess I gotta get some new clothes, so I should probably go find the men’s…”

Amy’s demeanor changed, and she spoke quietly, “I don’t know what her problem is, I think you look great.” She tugged gently on the sleeve of my white t-shirt. “This shows off your arms really nicely.” She glanced down, “Though I will say, those jeans look a little tight.”

As she spoke, her fingers brushed my bicep and sent an electric shock through my body. I tensed and shifted backward. Amy’s body so close to mine was dangerous.

Her eyes narrowed. “Whoa, whoa. Why does it feel like you’re trying to get away from me right now? That doesn’t make me feel very good.”

“Amy, I’m just–” I was about to snap. I stopped and took a deep breath. “I think I’m just stressed.”

Her gaze softened again. “I feel like you’re upset. But I think, maybe…not at me?”

My walls crumbled. I finally let my eyes meet hers. I couldn’t reconcile everything that had happened in the last three days with how pure and well-intentioned she looked in that moment.

“Will,” she said. “Why don’t you just let yourself have a good time for a minute? You don’t have to listen to, like, some voice in your head telling you how you should or shouldn’t be.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” I shoved my hands in my pockets and looked away.

“Look. Let’s just go out there for a second. Let me help you pick out a couple pairs of pants and a couple shirts, and maybe we’ll find something fun that you actually like, OK?”

I stood silent for a moment. Then I gave a small nod. She beamed and grabbed my arm with both hands, pulling me towards the clothes. Amy chirped, “We’re coming back to those rooms!” as we passed the sales associate, but they were immersed in their phone.

After a few minutes among the racks, I realized the difference between shopping with Faith and shopping with Amy. I was actually having fun for once.

There was no pressure to fit someone else’s idea of how I should look. Amy held up piece after piece, describing in vivid (and sometimes scathing) detail each kind of person she thought might wear it. A vast array of characters and archetypes seemed burned into her consciousness. She poked fun of some of them, but many of them she spoke of affectionately, half-fantasies she’d spent her life getting to know.

Was this side of her always there? For a moment I had the thought that she was the inverse of Faith–rather than a natural entertainer and people-pleaser who turned brusque when we were alone, Amy was acerbic in crowds, “scary” according to Faith’s other friends. But here now, just the two of us, I found myself reveling in her sweetness.

By the time we’d found a few potential fits for me, we were both laughing and I’d almost let myself forget my frustrations with Faith. We made our way back down the long hallway, Amy still in her dress. 

I stepped into the fitting room where Faith had left her things, set the clothes down on the bench, and turned to close the door—only to find Amy standing in front of me. She stared up at me and clicked the lock behind her.

“Show me,” she commanded, pointing her finger like a duchess. 

“Amy…” I chuckled nervously.

“Will, it is my responsibility to help you find something you like. How can I do that if I’m not here to watch you?”

I sucked in my breath. She was standing so, so close. 

“OK, just… Turn around?”

She sighed dramatically and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She turned toward the wall half-heartedly.

I peeled off my t-shirt first, and grabbed one of the button-downs from the pile. I barely had it over my shoulders when Amy turned back to me.

“Oooo, I like this.” She grabbed the plackets and pulled the shirt together, carefully beginning to button it from the bottom up.

I opened my mouth to protest, but gave up. Her fingers brushed my stomach and her eyes wandered from the shirt buttons to my chest.

“You, um…” For once, Amy was the one searching for words. She bit her lip. “You might not fit into this.”

“Honestly, I think you might be right.” I watched her fingers pause on the third button.

“I don’t think I realized how hard you’ve been hitting the gym.” She gawked for a second longer, then made to fasten the next button, but the shirt strained tight across my chest. 

Looking back up at me, she stifled a laugh. “Ok, so not this one!” Her fingers moved back down my stomach, undoing the shirt far more quickly than she’d buttoned it. She reached up and peeled it from my shoulders. 

I tried to protest, “Amy, you don’t have to–” but she already had it off me and tossed it to the bench.

She stood back, admiring her handiwork. “Ok, next!”

I grabbed a henley from the pile and pulled it on before she could offer to help. Her eyes lit up.

“Ooo, wait, I really like this one.”

I turned to the mirror. OK, damn. It actually looked great on me. The fabric draped off my chest and shoulders, loose-fitting, but still outlining my muscles in a way that seemed effortless.

“You know this might be the first time I’ve ever tried on a shirt and felt, um…hot?” I admitted sheepishly.

“Will. What?” Amy looked genuinely angry for a moment, and I was taken aback.

“I–I just mean–” I was confused. Had I upset her?

“That’s fucked up.” She said flatly.

“Sorry, I don’t–”

“You are so fucking hot.” She glared at me as if she was daring me to disagree. I was silent, and she continued, “Like ridiculously, fuckably, dangerously hot. How have you never felt hot?”

“I don’t know, we live in LA, everybody here is a model! I’m just some nerd from Oregon who’s into cameras.”

She shook her head, still visibly upset. “You sound so dumb right now.” 

“What??” 

“That’s not what I–” Amy stopped herself. “What I’m trying to say is that someone should be telling you every fucking day how sexy you are. Until you fucking believe it.”

I had never experienced the sensation before of my heart melting and my dick getting hard at the same time.

I sat down on the bench. I didn’t know what else to do. I felt defeated, turned-on, and nervous all at once. And I was scared for her to see any of it.

“Sorry if that got…corny.” Amy was watching me, trying to read my expression. Then her eyes fell to the pile of clothes, and she grinned. “OK, now pants!”

I burst out laughing. I couldn’t help it. 

“You’re so excited,” I said. “You’re never like this.”

“Don’t always have something worth being excited about.” Her grin was mischievous.

“OK, OK,” I said. “Turn around again.”

She tossed her hands in mock frustration and turned halfway toward the wall.

“All the way,” I said.

“Rude,” she replied and dramatically placed a hand over her eyes to shield them.

I sighed and unbuttoned my jeans, carefully fishing my rock-hard erection from the leg, then prising them the rest of the way off. 

I grabbed the first pair of slacks from the top of the pile, and pulled them on as quickly as I could.

I glanced in the mirror. Jesus. I had them halfway over my ass and my cock was keeping them from going all the way up. I tried to adjust and push my shaft down against my thigh, but the thin wool made it look even more absurd.

“Why are you making me wait??” Amy whined, and she whipped back around, dropping her hand from her eyes.

“Amy, wait–” I tried to yank  my shirt down to cover my crotch but it was too late.

“Oh, they’re so nice–OH.” Her mouth dropped. “Wow, that’s just–” She sucked in her breath, trying to keep a straight face, “...and I thought your jeans were tight.”

I tried to pull myself together. “Right, OK, so not these.”

Amy hesitated. “Wait, I mean, they do look good, though.” She stepped toward me. “Let’s just get them all the way up.”

Before I could say anything, she had a hand on either side of my waistband, tugging the pants up inch by inch.

“Amy, shit.” I reached for my hard-on with a pained expression on my face.

“Oh, my god!” She looked down. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Suddenly both her hands were on my erection, cupping it as if to keep it safe. She clutched it gently and curled her fingers around my shaft.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Amy, that’s…”

“Sorry, sorry!” She stepped back. “I just–it was instinctual.”

I was pulsing from her touch, but I tried to shake it off. 

Amy had her hand over her mouth. I couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed or laughing. She flicked open her phone, and before I could react she took a picture.

“Amy, what the fuck??” I was on the edge of freaking out.

“No, but they do look really good, Will!” She waved me backwards. “Just let me get a picture for reference.”

“Amy, we can’t, I’m–look at me!” I whispered loudly, motioning to my crotch.

“I’m looking,” she smirked. “Relax, it doesn’t even come through in the picture.”

I paused, trying to decide if I should be offended. Amy snapped another picture.

“You should definitely get dress pants like these in the future,” she insisted. “Maybe just a size up…”

“Fine.” I kneaded my forehead. “Can I please just take these off?”

Amy nodded. But instead of turning to the wall, she dropped to a crouch in front of me, curled her fingers into the top of my waistband, and yanked straight down.

My pants dropped to my knees, and my erection sprung fully out from the bottom of my boxers and hit Amy square in the face. She gasped at the impact.

“Fuck!” I jumped back, stammering an apology. “I’m sorry!! That was–

Amy’s hand moved like lightning. She reached up and grabbed my throbbing hard-on where it stuck out from the leg of my boxers, putting a finger to her lips. “Shhh,” she whispered.

I didn’t move a muscle. Amy’s hand was wrapped around my shaft. Her fingers rested on the large vein that ran along the top of my dick, and her thumb pressed gently into the underside of my head. She was staring at my length, face red where it had hit her cheek, holding me tight. 

I couldn’t believe it. Images I’d tried to scrape from inside my brain were coming to life in front of me, whether I liked it or not.

She lifted my bare cock upward and turned it slightly to the side, inspecting it. 

“Holy shit,” she muttered and her eyes followed the slight curve of my shaft to my head. It was leaking pre-cum.

“Fuck, Will.” She looked up at me. “Feeling it through your pants does not do it justice. Now I understand why Faith was struggling.”

My face fell. Amy saw it, and immediately she looked guilty.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I promise.”

I clenched my jaw.

“Will, you have to understand. I…I think your cock is beautiful.”

Beautiful? I blushed, and my cock grew harder in her hand.

Amy felt me swelling. “Jesus fucking Christ.” She murmured. “Will, anyone who’s complaining about this is looking a gift horse in the mouth.”

Still embarrassed, I tried to yank my underwear back over my erection. This needed to stop now. Before it got any worse.

Amy clutched me harder, and a look of desperation crossed her face. 

She brought her other hand up and rested it on my stomach. “Will, please. I’m sorry. Let me show you. Let me show you how you should be worshiped. Please.”

My brain was screaming at me. This is it. You can’t come back from this. If you let this happen, there’s no world where you can explain it away.

I could feel the adrenalin in my stomach. Amy’s eyes were searching mine. 

“Look, just–please just let me just take care of this for you. We literally can’t have you walking around in the store like this.” She waved frantically toward the door. “You’re going to get arrested.”

I couldn’t speak. She had been teasing me, groping me, provoking me for hours, days at this point. My brain was a lust-fueled haze.

I watched as Amy brought her other hand to my cock and wrapped her finger around the base of the shaft. She tightened her grip, and we both groaned as a long trail of pre-cum poured from my tip. 

She spoke softly, deliberately.. “If it doesn’t feel good…you can tell me to stop.” 

She peeked up at me shyly, and began to massage my dick slowly with both hands, from the base to the head. 

Once. Then twice. She kept stroking. More pre-cum dripped from the head, pooling on the floor in front of her.

She broke her gaze only to study the thick trail hanging from my cock. Her lips parted. She stretched out her tongue and caught it midair

I watched the string of pre-cum break and collect on her tongue. She followed it upward with her mouth, till she reached the head of my cock. Her eyes slid back up to meet mine as she opened her mouth as wide as she could, and sunk down onto me.

I saw stars and my knees shook. My hand flailed to grab something, anything to support myself, and I managed to brace myself between the two walls.

I couldn’t believe the sight.

Amy’s lips stretched obscenely around my cock. She continued to pump me with both hands, saliva trickling from her mouth and coating my shaft. I could see her breathing through her nose, struggling to take more than the head in her mouth. 

Her cheeks hollowed. The thought entered my mind that she was sucking me. She wasn’t just placing me in her mouth and moving her head up and down. She looked like she wanted to inhale me. To drink me.

Suddenly, she let go of my cock and grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands. She pulled me toward her, forcing me deeper into her mouth. 

Her tongue caressed the bottom of my shaft as I hit the back of her throat. A half-moan, half-gurgle escaped her windpipe. The sound hit a switch inside me.

“Will??”

FUCK. NO. Holy shit. Faith’s voice echoed in the hallway, her steps approaching the door.

I grabbed Amy by the shoulders to pull her off me. She shook her head slightly, still holding me in her mouth. I felt her teeth graze my shaft.

Hands clasped on my ass cheeks, she swiftly maneuvered me 90 degrees so I was facing the bench. She rose slightly from her crouched position, and sat on the bench.

“Will, are you in there?” Faith knocked on the door. I could hear Amy was breathing through her nose, refusing to relinquish my cock.

I hesitated far too long. “Hey…” I finally managed weakly.

“Um, hi! Can I come in??” Faith rattled the locked handle. My heart jumped into my throat. I watched Amy quietly lift her feet from the floor so she was perched on the bench, legs crossed.

“I’m, um, trying something on.”

“Well, I want to see, show me!” 

I tried to steady my breath. “I’m just in my underwear right now, baby, I don’t want to flash the whole store.” 

“Will there’s literally no one around, just let me in!” Frustration creeped into her voice. 

Amy’s eyes narrowed at me. She looked almost angry. Slowly she dragged her mouth up the length of my shaft. My whole body twitched and she immediately sank back down on my cock.

“Fuck.” The word sprang from my mouth on its accord. 

“What??” Faith was taken aback.

The corners of Amy’s mouth twitched as she began to bob up and down on me again. 

I felt feverish. The orgasm I had been seconds away from was building in me again. An emulsion of fear, lust, and adrenalin took hold in my body.

I stumbled over my words, trying to save it. “Faith, can you—would you please just hang on one minute and let me put this on?”

Silence hung in the air. Amy moved faster on my cock. I cleared my throat to try to cover the sound.

Finally, Faith sighed, and stepped back from the door. “Whatever.” I heard her turn toward the other fitting room. “Hey, Amy!”

Amy grabbed my cock with both hands and extracted it from her mouth, pumping. Her eyes widened into an innocent expression. 

That was all it took.

I bit my tongue to stifle a groan, and I felt my whole body convulse. Cum launched from my cock like a canon, painting Amy’s face, her lips. She closed her eyes, reveling in it, then opened them again, watching my face as she continued to stroke more from me.

I thought I might pass out. My legs buckled underneath me, and my cock flung another rope across her tits. They shuddered and quaked in her corset, and the sight heaved one last torrent of cum from me, a flood this time, raining down her neck and dribbling down between her breasts.

Still, Amy pumped me. My body trembled and I shook my head, mouthing silently. It felt like my balls were being turned inside out. My vision went fuzzy and I gripped a clothes hook to try to stay upright.

“Will, fuck’s sake, where is Amy?” Faith was back at my door, knocking again.

“I…uh…ah.” The muscles in my face had apparently died. Through half-closed eyes, I watched Amy grip my cock with both hands and pat it on her outstretched tongue, smiling at me. “I don’t..know. I think she was—went to look for…different pants.”

I felt like I was slurring.

“Are you OK?” Faith sounded more annoyed than concerned.

“Yeah.” My voice was guttural. “Just…tired.”

I shut my eyes hard and opened them again. Amy sat prim and proper in front of me, covered in every ounce of stress, frustration and lust I’d held for the last two days. 

I should have been terrified. But in that moment I resigned to my fate. 

There was no way we were getting out of this. There was too much cum. Too much mess.

Faith sighed again, longer and more dramatic this time. “Fine! Jesus. I’m gonna go find Amy.”

Amy tilted her head down marveling at the deluge between her tits. She twirled two fingers through a long rope of cum draped across her cleavage, gathering as much as she could. She made sure I was watching as she sucked them into her mouth.

Faith’s footsteps receded back down the hall, fading into the distance, and Amy let out a quiet whimper as she let her fingers drop from her lips. She swallowed deep, a look of contentment on her face.

“You–you’re…” I was speechless. I collapsed on the bench next to her, obliterated.

Amy smirked and turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her smirk turned to a look of a shock. “Holy fuck, Will. There’s SO much.”

I nodded vaguely. My brain was mud.

Amy greedily scooped more cum from her face and tits, bringing her fingers to her mouth every few seconds to clean them. I watched her, delirious, as she hummed to herself. “Mm, thank you, Will.”

My cock staggered. The gratitude in her voice was so genuine.

Finally, she grabbed one of the crop-tops from Faith’s pile of clothes, and mopped up what was left on her neck and chest.

I didn’t even have the energy to protest as she cracked open the door and poked her head out to see if the coast was clear. Something in the back of my brain feebly registered how insane it was that she didn’t make me check instead. But she slipped out of the fitting room and across the hall to hers, shutting the door gently. 

The quiet click of the latch seemed to reverberate off the walls far more loudly than it should have. 

I buried my head in my hands. Failure. The word repeated on a loop in my mind.

I’d promised myself. Swore I wouldn’t let this happen. And somehow I’d just given up.

But then another thought began to take hold. Something I couldn’t shake, I couldn’t push back down. 

Better. What Amy had just made me feel was better than anything I’d ever felt with Faith…or ANYONE for that matter. I didn’t even know it was possible to cum that much. Or that hard.

But it didn’t matter. This was WRONG. I could never end things with Faith. I loved her far too much. And even if I did—if she ever found out about Amy, it would absolutely decimate her.

However much I had let things happen, I couldn’t let it go an inch further. This was it.

I recognized the sounds of Faith’s footsteps again.

“I have no idea where Amy went.” Faith said flatly.

“I’m right here!” Amy piped up. I heard her open the door. “Ta-da!” She paused. “Wait…were you looking for me?”

“Amy, I just—“ The irritation was palpable in Faith’s voice, but I heard her hesitate. “I…think we just missed each other.”

I finally pushed open my door. I was still sporting the blue henley, and I’d pulled on the second pair of jeans Amy had found me.

Faith looked over at me, “About damn ti—oh, whoa. Baby, you look…really good.”

“Thanks,” I croaked. 

Faith turned her attention back to Amy, who had somehow portaled herself into a skintight, sparkly black bodysuit. She twirled for Faith. “What about me, hmm?”

“Yeah, wow. I mean, you both do.” She peered closer at Amy. “Actually, Amy, for some reason your skin looks incredible right now.”

“Yeah??” Amy pretended to be bashful and fanned her face.

“Yes, girl! You’re, like…dewy. You look amazing.”

“Oh, my god, thank you!” Amy skipped to the large 3-way mirror next to us at the end of the hall and turned side-to-side, examining her reflection.

Faith nodded, “Yeah, whatever you’re doing—keep doing it.”

Amy glanced at the mirror to her left and caught me watching her in the reflection. She stared at me, and she licked her lips.

“Oh, I will.”

So this particular girlfriend lived at home with her mom, younger brother, and one older sister. We were hanging out and happened to be doing the deed before dinner. Her mom was coming to let us know dinner was ready and did that thing where she knocked but then immediately opened the door. The bed was on the opposite wall basically straight ahead from the door. Me and my gf were doing it doggystyle and the knock gave me just enough time to pull out before the door was open. So her mom saw both of us fully nude, my dick on full display inches away from my gfs bare ass. Her mom just gave an embarrased smirk and said "sorry, dinners ready!" and then shut the door. My gf and I got cleaned up and dressed and went out to the kitchen a few minutes later. We happened to be having a dinner with ring sausage involved and when I presented my plate to her mom to be served, she put the sausage on my plate and said out loud "oh look, this one's bigger than you" and just gave me a wink. My gf heard that for sure and just looked embarrassed, but I think her brother and sister heard as well. They kept giving us looks while eating. I ended up dating that girl for about a year and a half and her mom would occasionally make comments similar to that the whole time we were together. I often think about where they are now and how that was likely the start of my SPH kink.

My neighbor isn’t very handy, I’ve helped him with many projects around the house.
Shawn is divorced with two daughters one is away in college the other lives with him.
Shawn has a finished basement which his daughter Missy has her bedroom in.

On Saturday as Shawn was out of town for the 4th his water heater went out, apparently Missy got a shower and no hot water.

Shawn called and asked if I would go take a look as maybe it was an easy fix, it’s gas so maybe just something simple.

I’m over so often I know the code for the house, knowing Missy was home I knocked first and got no answer so went in, once in I yelled her name.., no answer so I thought she may be gone.

I proceeded downstairs to the furnace/water heater room as I got to the bottom of the steps I hear grunting, moaning and bed squeaking coming from Missys bedroom, I intentionally make loud noises , to no avail.

I see her door is open as it is next to the furnace room , as I walk by I see Missy on the bed on her hands and knees and her boyfriend begging her tearing her up, he is smacking her ass and with every smack she moans so loud and tells him to keep doing it.

I should have kept walking to furnace room but had to stop and watch them , his balls were swinging like mad, as were her lil b cup breasts , finally I saw his balls tighten up, and knew from the speed of his thrusting he was about to cum in her, she sensed it too and told him to cum in me baby , with that he gave a few more thrusts then pushed fully in her and grunted as his balls spasmed and his seed filled her 19 yo pussy up.

His cum was flooding out of her as she collapsed on the bed with him ontop of her still in her.

I went into the furnace room and started checking the heater, I made some intentional noises so they knew I was there, after about 5 minutes Missy walked in and greeted me and asked if I knew what was wrong , I knew it was just a faulty part I told her.

Missy had that I just got the shit fucked out of me look, lil pair of gym shorts, t shirt no bra nips popped and hair totally a mess.

After she went to the bathroom she returned to the bedroom and after a few minutes I could hear they’re at it again. , this time she was really loud , I think she wanted me hearing their fun time.

Missy’s boyfriend is like a freaking rabbit,
as I was going to get the part when I walked by her room they were in a 69 with her ontop , her ass towards the door and they were both eating and sucking like crazy.

I didn’t even bother cleaning up.

I laid there on his bed, on her side probably... legs parted, skin still sticky with his cum, her face still glowing on the phone screen beside me.

He was quiet. Sitting at the edge of the bed like he was trying to catch his breath. Or maybe trying to remember who he was supposed to feel guilty for.

I stretched lazily, moaning just a little for show, then rolled onto my back.

Her voice was still echoing in my head.

"Forever yours 💕" from that stupid post.

I picked up his phone again.

He didn’t stop me.

I tapped through her selfies... the ones with long captions about growth, about healing, about how much she loves him and how good he makes her feel.

Boring.

I felt his hand on my ankle, then his fingers sliding up my leg.

I looked over at him, raising a brow. “You ready again?”

He didn’t answer.

He just pulled my thighs apart again, crawled between them, and buried his face in the mess he left inside me.

“Fuck,” I gasped, fingers flying to his hair.

He devoured me.

There was no warmup, no sweet tongue flicks. Just pure hunger. Messy, shameless, cum-dripping hunger. Like he was punishing himself with it. Like he needed to taste the proof of how far gone he was.

And I let him.

I rocked against his face, one hand tangled in his hair, the other still holding her Instagram open. I scrolled while he licked every drop of himself out of me.

“Mm,” I giggled, hips rolling slow. “She posted you again. This one’s from your mom’s birthday.”

His tongue flicked harder when I said that.

“God, she really thinks you’re hers,” I moaned, shivering as he sucked at my clit, groaning like he hated me for it. “Bet she has no idea you’re here like this… eating my pussy while her feed gets another like.”

My back arched. His fingers slipped inside. Two of them. Fast, wet, perfect.

I came with my legs clamped around his head, phone still clutched in my hand, body shaking so hard I almost dropped it.

And when I did, I tossed it next to me on the pillow... still open. Still smiling. Still her.

He pulled away, lips wet, face flushed, cock already hard again.

I licked my lips and held his gaze.

“Wanna take a picture?”

He froze.

“What?”

I leaned back and spread my legs for him, cum still dripping out of me.

“Take one. Right here. Me, wrecked in your sheets, dripping with your cum… and her still smiling in the background.”

He stared for a long second... torn between guilt and pure, fucked-up need and then reached for the phone.

Did he take it?

Doesn’t matter.

I had already won.

Because ten minutes later, when he came in me again, harder than the first two times, I was moaning her name into his ear... just to hear how badly it broke him.

I went home the next day after that threesome with the biggest smile on my face. The sight of my cousin’s ass rippling as I fucked her from behind while she buried her face in my aunt’s pussy was burned into my mind. I daydreamed about it constantly, so much that people started asking if I was okay.

The week dragged on slowly again. I started going over there less and less during the week because seeing her without being able to touch her was too stressful. Friday finally came, and I was already devising ways to get my aunt alone inside the house.

I pulled up to my uncle’s house at 4:30 p.m. People were already there. The music was loud—so loud I could hear it as I approached, mixed with the faint sound of water splashing in the pool. I walked in and saw my aunt Lisa sitting on the same couch I had fucked her on. She was wearing a small pair of jean shorts, a tight white t-shirt, black Nike ankle socks, and Nike slides.

“Sweetie, you made it!!” Aunt Lisa exclaimed.
I walked over to give her one of those typical aunt/nephew hugs, but she gripped me extremely tight, running her fingers along my neck. I could feel her hard nipples poking through her shirt. My cock started to grow, so I quickly pulled away.

“Have you talked to Sarah?” Aunt Lisa asked.

“No, why?”

“She was supposed to be here early today to help me set up, but I couldn’t get ahold of her.”

Sarah absolutely loves my aunt, so ghosting her like that was incredibly strange.

“That’s not good. I’ll call her.”

I called Sarah once. Nothing. I called again—still nothing. After a while, I grabbed a beer, mingled with the guests in the backyard (where 95% of the parties always revolved around), then walked back inside and tried her again. The phone rang and went to voicemail. I was starting to get worried. It wasn’t like her to ignore me, and definitely not like her to ignore Aunt Lisa. I could tell my aunt was getting more worried by the minute.

“There’s really nothing I can do at this point, Aunt Lisa. If I don’t hear from her in an hour, I’ll drive to her apartment and check.”

With that, we headed outside and rejoined the party. About half an hour later, my aunt got up and went inside. I wanted to follow her, but fucking around with her when I might have to drive to Sarah’s soon didn’t seem like a good idea, so I stayed put.

I got caught up in conversation with my aunt’s neighbor Julia. She was the first pair of tits I had ever seen in the flesh years ago. It was kind of like the Aunt Lisa situation—I had opened the bathroom door that was usually locked when someone was inside. There she was: her t-shirt crumpled on the floor, her pink bikini top tied around the middle of her body, the strings hanging past her waist. She yelled at me, of course. I was young then—no older than 15. She had nice tits. I’m not usually a fan of big breasts, but hers were decent. Anyway, back to the story.

I got lost in conversation with her until my phone started ringing. It was a FaceTime from Aunt Lisa. I answered, ready to apologize for not leaving yet, but I was greeted by the sight of both her and Sarah in my aunt’s master bathroom. Sarah was completely naked on the sink counter while Aunt Lisa flicked her tongue across her clit. I stood up so fast I knocked my drink over onto Julia. I quickly stuffed my phone in my pocket so no one could see and started cleaning up the mess. As soon as I finished, I went straight to one of the guest bathrooms, locked the door, and pulled my phone back out.

Aunt Lisa was still eating Sarah out. Sarah looked amazing, holding her hair up with one hand as her tight body squirmed every time my aunt’s tongue passed over her clit. Aunt Lisa stood there with her jean shorts and panties around her ankles, fingering her own pussy. I wanted to run straight to the bathroom and join them, but I knew I couldn’t. Aunt Lisa and Sarah being in the bathroom together wasn’t unusual—they’d done it plenty of times—so no one would bat an eye. Me showing up, on the other hand, would be strange. So I started jerking off.

I watched as Aunt Lisa stood up, kicked her shorts and panties aside, and traded places with Sarah. Sarah licked Aunt Lisa’s pussy, pushing her legs up to reach her ass every now and then.

Aunt Lisa was getting loud. I could tell she was close because her toes started curling. I turned my volume down and kept going. Soon Aunt Lisa’s body began to shake. Sarah took her own panties and stuffed them in Aunt Lisa’s mouth before licking her to orgasm. It wasn’t long before I was close too. I watched Aunt Lisa eat Sarah’s pussy until she came, and then I exploded. Aunt Lisa stood up, kissed the phone screen, and the FaceTime ended.

I cleaned up, lit a cigarette, sat for a moment, then left the bathroom. I start walking then I heard Sarah call out.

“Hey dork, come here.”

I followed her into a spare bedroom.

“Tf do you want?”

We always talked silly to each other—sometimes pretty mean, but it was all in love.

“Your cock. Pull it out.”

Without hesitation, I did. This time she didn’t drop to her knees. She leaned over and wrapped her lips around my soft cock. It didn’t take long to get hard again. She licked up and down my shaft, her tongue sliding over the head every time she reached the top. Sarah paused to pull her jeans and panties down to her knees, then continued sucking. She deep-throated me repeatedly with no gagging at all. Then she stopped, stroked my cock, kissed me softly, and whispered,

“Fuck me.”

Simple but effective. I turned her around, bent her over the bed, and slid my slippery cock inside her. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast, but I was worried someone might hear the smacking sounds, so I thrust just enough to satisfy me while keeping it quiet. I fucked her like that for a while until I was ready to cum again.

She got down on her knees and opened her mouth. I stroked myself faster and faster, sliding the head over her outstretched tongue a few times before shooting hot cum into her mouth. She swished it around, showed me, then swallowed. Sarah sucked me again, making sure she got every last drop. We pulled our pants up, left the room, and walked downstairs. She headed to the backyard while I sat on the couch in the living room.

A few minutes later, the sliding door opened and people started piling in. Just in time, I thought to myself as I watched some of them head upstairs to the guest bathrooms. I texted Sarah asking why she was late but never got a reply. I didn’t care, though. She was safe, and that was all that mattered.

It was about 6:30 by then—the usual peak of the party. The house was packed. People were in the kitchen getting drinks and food, others were in the living room shooting the shit, and the basement was full of older drunk people playing pool. I knew I couldn’t get Aunt Lisa alone now, and it was frustrating. Just imagine having a gorgeous woman who would gladly suck the cum right out of you, but you can’t find a place to make it happen.

So I relaxed and went into full party mode. I started putting beers away like they were soda. I talked to people inside and outside, all while carefully stealing glances at Aunt Lisa.
I noticed she was still wearing her socks and slides, which was very odd. She was always barefoot around me. She hadn’t worn a bikini either, even though she usually laid by the pool in one just to drive the guys crazy. She was sitting on the couch across from me, so I pulled out my phone and texted her.

“Why are you wearing socks? I can’t stare at your toes.”

“Because you can’t pull them off me if I’m barefoot, silly boy.”

“How do we find a way to be alone for a while?” I replied.

Aunt Lisa got up and walked to her room. She returned a moment later with a set of keys in her hand.

“Drive me to the store, sweetie,” she said out loud.

I hesitated at first because I’d been drinking for the last hour, but the thought of what awaited me quickly overrode any worry. We walked out through the garage and into the van. As soon as we pulled out of the neighborhood, she threw her socked feet into my lap.

“They’re all yours, sweetie.”

I gently removed her socks. Her bare feet arched in my lap. One traveled up my arm while the other moved back and forth over my cock.

“Get them nice and wet, sweetie.”

I happily obliged, sucking her toes for a few minutes as we drove around aimlessly.

“They’re pretty wet, Aunt Lisa,” I said, pulling them out of my mouth.

“Good. Now take your cock out.”

I quickly pulled my pants down around my thighs. She wrapped those wet feet around my cock and started stroking slowly. They started drying up after a while, so I’d lift them to my mouth to get them wet again before placing them back on my dick. Her soles were incredibly soft, and the ridges teased my cock every time she reached the top.
I pulled into a Walmart parking lot and parked in the back.

“You know, sweetie, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a thing for your aunt’s feet.”

I already knew she knew, and she already knew I knew, but hearing her tease me turned me on even more.

“Do you wanna fuck your aunt, sweetie? Do you wanna stuff your cock inside your aunt?”

“Yes, Aunt Lisa. More than anything.”

Her feet pulled back. She slipped off her jean shorts. She wasn’t wearing any panties. She climbed into the back of the van and pulled the shades down on the windows.

I was nervous at first—I’d never had sex in public before—but when I turned and saw Aunt Lisa playing with her pussy wearing nothing but that tight t-shirt, the nervousness quickly turned into pure lust.

I squeezed through the seats and joined her in the back. She laid the seat down, and I got between her legs. I pushed my cock in slowly.

Aunt Lisa let out an “Oh my god” as I bottomed out.

I pulled back and pushed in again, just as slow.
“Just like that, sweetie. You know exactly what I like”

I fucked her slow for a while, just the way she wanted, only pausing to pull my pants the rest of the way off. I gradually sped up until my cock and balls were slamming against her.

“Fuck baby! Mmmm! Oh fuck!”

I pushed her shirt up over her tits. This whole thing had started with my hands on her breasts, so I had to see them. They bounced beautifully as I pounded her pussy. Aunt Lisa lifted one and started licking her own nipple. I fucked her like that until…

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” Aunt Lisa exclaimed. “Suck my toes while I cum, sweetie!”

I gladly obliged. I fucked her as hard as I could while sucking her toes.

“Oh my god sweetie! Fuck your aunt’s pussy! Oh fuck! Fuuuuuuuuuccccckkkk!”

Her body convulsed with ecstasy as her creamy white cum covered my dick and her pussy.

“Oh my god, baby, you sure do know how to fuck your aunt.”

She patted the seat beside her. “Sit here, sweetie.”
I sat down. Aunt Lisa knelt between my legs and took my cock into her mouth. I had missed that mouth. Her tongue was like a tool designed only to extract my cum. After about two minutes of her sucking, I was ready to explode. I didn’t say anything this time—I just let her do what she did best. Then boom—my cum shot into her mouth. Her lips never left my cock the entire time. That tongue… holy shit, that fucking tongue moved so perfectly it made my orgasm feel a thousand times better. She finished me off and swallowed.

We got dressed and drove back to the house. I looked over at Aunt Lisa, who had her legs stretched out with her bare feet resting on the dashboard, and wondered how a perfect specimen of a woman like her could let me touch her. I was average on a good day. So I asked her.

“Why do you let me touch you? I’m not big and handsome like my uncle.”

She looked at me, confused for a moment.

“Sweetie, you are so sweet to me. Why do you think I call you sweetie all the time? And you’re so darn cute. Don’t sell yourself short.”

“I know, but my uncle is this massive towering guy and I’m only 5’9”, 160 soaking wet.”

“That has nothing to do with it. Here, I’ll tell you. You stared at me a lot. I mean a lot. Your uncle hardly touches me anymore, and the way you got lost in my body made me feel wanted again. The day I caught you staring at my pussy in the backyard was the day I knew I was gonna let you fuck me.”

I was shocked—not about why she liked me, but about my uncle not touching her.

“Why doesn’t he touch you?”

“I don’t know, sweetie. He just doesn’t, and it’s been like that for a while. I hadn’t had an orgasm from a real person for almost a year until we had sex that first time. But now I have you. You fuck me better than your uncle ever could.”

She leaned over and kissed me on the shoulder.
“We only see each other once a week. The days go by so slow now. We gotta figure out how to see each other more often during the week.”

We pulled into her driveway just as that last sentence ended. She looked around to make sure no one was watching, then kissed me for a second.

“We’ll figure something out, sweetie, because I get frustrated too. Let’s enjoy the rest of the day.”

My BF (31M) and I (30F) have just been on holidays in a country I won’t disclose. One of the days, I booked a massage while my BF decided to head down to the beach for a swim and drink. An older lady turned up to our villa and my BF gave me a kiss and took off. She asked me to strip off and lay on the table and put a towel over my body. She attempted to talk but spoke very little English.
I lay on my stomach and she used oil and oiled up my legs and feet, massaging them. I was beyond relaxed. She massaged up my legs and was massaging my thighs, I could feel myself getting wet. She moved up to my back, pouring more oil and massaging it in. I felt her lean in and whisper that I had ‘sexy body’ and she pulled the towel down past my ass. She massaged lower down my back and I couldn’t help but let out some soft moans before she started massaging my ass. She kept massaging them, spreading them and I felt her run her fingers lower between my thighs, brushing against my pussy lips. I let out a louder moan and parted my legs a little more. She started lightly rubbing my pussy and I had to bite the towel under me to stop from moaning any louder. She then moved her hand away and motioned for me to flip over. She threw the towel that she used to cover me away.
She poured more oil onto me and started massaging my body, massaging up to my tits. She started massaging them, flicking my erect nipples and then she leant down and took one into her mouth. I couldn’t help but let out a moan and went to put a hand in her hair, she hit it away but kept sucking on my nipples. She then stood upright again and massaged down to my legs. She motioned my legs apart and she started rubbing her hands around my crotch. Slowly she started rubbing my pussy lips again, my pussy was soaked and felt like it was on fire. She said, ‘Man, woman like you, very sexy’, ‘husband like you, you meet yes?’. I couldn’t do anything but moan. She said ‘yeah?’ Again and I moaned yes. She then slid a finger inside of me and started fingering me. I couldn’t stop moaning or shaking. She fingered slid another finger in and started fingering me faster. With her other hand, she started rubbing my clit. I let out a scream and had to cover my mouth with my hand. I started shaking, tensed up and squirted all over her hands. She kept fingering me, and I felt it build again, spreading my legs further apart, I squirted again. I lay there moaning and panting. She looked and laughed and asked me ‘you like?’, all I could do was nod. She pulled her hands away, threw the towel at me and made me lick her hands clean. Then she said ‘tomorrow, book’, ‘husband like you’. Then she Packed up and left.

We were lying on the bed, naked and sweaty. Rebecca had her head on my chest. She was quiet for a long time, just breathing slowly. Her fingers were gently tracing circles on my skin.

Finally she spoke.

“I feel like a completely different person now” she said softly. “A few weeks ago I was just a divorced mom trying to move on with life. Now I just had sex with my daughter’s best friend…...and I loved every second of it”

She looked up at me with big eyes.

“I came so hard when you were licking me. I’ve never cum like that before. Not even when I was younger. Your tongue felt so much better than my ex’s dick ever did. The way you sucked on my clit and pushed your tongue inside me…...it made me shake”

I smiled and kissed her forehead gently.

Rebecca got quiet again for a minute. Then she said something that surprised me.

“I touched myself last night thinking about you” she confessed “I felt so guilty after I finished, but I couldn’t stop. I came really hard while imagining your face between my legs”

Her words made my pussy throb again.

She slowly moved on top of me. This time she was more confident. She kissed me hard, pushing her tongue into my mouth. Then she started kissing down my body. She spent a long time on my tits, sucking and gently biting my nipples until they were hard and sensitive.

When she reached my pussy, she didn’t hesitate. She licked me like she was hungry for it. She tried different things like sucking my clit, fucking me with her tongue, even licking my asshole a little. I moaned loud and held her head in place.

When I came, she kept licking until I couldn’t take it anymore. My legs were shaking around her head.

After that, she climbed up and sat on my face. She rode my tongue while playing with her own tits. She came hard, grinding on my mouth and moaning my name.

We were both exhausted after. Rebecca lay beside me and traced her fingers slowly on my skin.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hide this” she said “I keep thinking about you even when Sarah is around. This is getting dangerous…..but I don’t want to stop”

She looked at me with serious eyes.

“What if I’m actually gay? Bi? what if I never want a man again? or would I want a man again?”

The question hung in the air between us. We cuddled for a long time without talking. Both of us knew things were getting more serious.

So the first 3some I had with 2 guys, sort of happened by accident. It certainly wasn’t planned although it had always been something I’d fantasised about. It happened at a dance festival, that I’d gone to with a few girls from college.

At the festival, We met a group of lads around our own age and ended up partying with them until the early hours. One of them was really good looking and funny, he’d caught my eye from the start. We’d been chatting and dancing together and eventually started kissing.

The lad suggested we go back to his tent. He said we wouldn’t be disturbed, as the friend he was sharing with, would be partying to the very end. We sneaked away together. I never needed much encouragement in those days and liked the idea of a quickie in a tent.

Having recently experienced public sex for the first time, I was so excited about fucking in a tent, with so many other tents around us, close by. We got to his tent and it was empty, just as he’d said, he reassured me again that we wouldn’t be disturbed.

We lay down together and started kissing again. I was wearing really small shorts (basically hot pants) and he had his hands all over my ass. I remember he removed both my shorts and knickers at the same
time, he wasn’t wasting any time.

I was now lying there, completely naked from the waist down, with my legs wide open. This lad, I’d only just met a few hours before, now started to play with my completely shaved pussy. It goes without saying, I was very wet by this stage.

He rubbed my clit, nice and slow, while we continued kissing. I reached inside his trousers and pulled out his hard cock. I began wanking him off, while he carried on playing with me. We didn’t do this for long, I was horny and wanted to feel him inside me.

I made it clear what I wanted and that I was ready. I was lying on top of a sleeping bag and he got on top of me. He slowly entered his cock in my pussy and began fucking me. I was so turned on, knowing the people in the tents close by, would be able to hear my moans.

So he was pounding away at me in missionary, my legs spread wide apart. After a while he lifted up my legs. His cock was about average size but my moans became louder as I felt him go deeper inside me. I was still wondering if other people were listening.

Now you’re probably wondering how this became my first mmf 3some. Well this is where it gets interesting and goes from being a casual one night stand, which I was now doing regularly in my sex life to a whole new experience. I suddenly heard the tent unzip!

We were both shocked and stopped fucking, Although he didn’t pull out and he kept his cock inside me. We watched as his friend stumbled inside the tent. When he saw us, he started laughing and said something like “don’t mind me, I’m going to sleep”.

The lad fucking me, asked me what I wanted to do. I was really enjoying myself and close to cumming, so I told him to carry on fucking me. Now I know that was a pretty slutty thing to do but back then, that was me, I was a total slut.

The thought of getting fucked in front of someone else, had unlocked another kink for me. I was so turned on by this, the last thing I wanted him to do was stop. So like the slut I was, I told to carry on and he began fucking me again.

I was a bit worried his friend may have put him off but if anything, he picked up the pace and fucked me harder than before. Maybe he was turned on like me at being watched or maybe he was trying to show off, it didn’t matter to me, I was just the lucky recipient.

We were fucking in missionary, with the lad on top. I couldn’t see his friend and with my orgasm building, I got carried away and had sort of forgotten he was even there. After a while, I got flipped onto all 4’s and I was now getting fucked in doggy.

Now I was in doggy, I was facing the other end of the tent. It was pretty dark in there but I could just about make out, that his friend hadn’t gone to sleep as he’d said. He had his cock out and was stroking it, while he was watching me getting fucked.

The lad fucking me, must of been aware of this, from the angle he had when he’d been on top. I wondered if that’s why he’d flipped me over, did he want me to see for myself, did he want to get his friend involved. So many things were now running through my head.

All I knew, was this lad had his cock in his hand and was looking straight at me. I could see he had a nice girthy cock, bigger than the one fucking me. Once again, my pussy began to tingle, the thought of being watched while getting fucked, turned me on so much.

My natural slutty instincts, led me to put on a show for him. While still getting fucked from behind, I started playing with my tits and nipples. I was looking at the other lad straight in his eyes as I was moaning out in pleasure.

The lad fucking me, could see what I was doing and it was pretty obvious I was enjoying being watched. This gave him the encouragement, to ask his friend, if he wanted to join in and get involved. I was so happy and excited by this.

As soon as I’d seen his girthy cock, I’d really wanted it one way or another. Still maintaining that eye contact, I opened my mouth wide open. Giving him an invitation to come over and put his cock inside my mouth. It was an invitation he didn’t refuse.

This was the first time I’d ever had 2 cocks inside me at the same time and it felt as good as I’d imagined. I was being spit roasted and I was loving it. The cock being thrust in my pussy, was pushing me forward and pushing the other cock, deeper in my mouth.

The first person to cum was the lad fucking my pussy. He came pretty quickly after I’d started sucking his mate off. As he pulled his cock out of my pussy, I continued to give the other lad a blowjob, still on all 4’s.

The other one, now putting his clothes back on, started talking to his mate. He told him to try my pussy, I remember him saying I was nice and tight and very wet. It was like I wasn’t there and just an object for these guys to share and play with, which turned me on so much at the time.

Id never heard anyone talk about me like this before and I loved it. They’d made me feel so dirty, so naughty and now I was even more horny to take my 2nd cock of the night. I loved being made to feel like a slut.

The lad looked down at me and asked if he could fuck me too. I knew I felt close to cuming and my pussy was desperate to feel another cock enter it and finish me off. He also had a big, girthy cock, so with my mouth full up, I nodded my head at him.

Still in doggy, how the other lad had left me, he took his thick cock out of my mouth and moved round to my other end. He asked his mate for a condom and it felt like ages for him to throw one over and for him to put it on. It felt such a relief, to finally feel him enter me.

This cock was a lot thicker than the first one and I could instantly feel the difference. As I felt it stretching out my pussy, I began moaning out loud. I did feel a bit bad, that I’d been much louder with the 2nd lad but I couldn’t help it. It felt so good.

As my pussy began to loosen and adapt to the extra size, he was able to fuck me harder and harder. It didn’t take me long to have a very intense and very loud orgasm. I literally screamed that loud, the whole camping site probably heard.

Once I got my composure back, I quickly remembered where I was as I could hear a group of lads in a nearby tent all cheering. I felt a bit embarrassed, that not only those guys, but probably the whole field, had just heard me getting fucked and by two different cocks aswell.

The cheering hadn’t put him off as he came pretty soon after me. I quickly put my clothes back on as I didn’t want to hang around for any awkward small talk. I even left my knickers in their tent, I couldn’t be bothered to look and it was dark in there anyway, so I left them with a little souvenir.

As I left the tent, I saw there was a group of lads smoking, outside the tent opposite. They all started cheering again when they saw me and I realised they were the ones from before. The embarrassment had now passed and I felt turned on that they’d been listening, so I flashed them my tits as I walked by.

Thinking about this now, I do wonder whether the two of them had planned it. It’s possible he may have messaged his mate to come back. There would have been no need to do this, if they had just asked me for a 3some, I would have been more than up for it anyway.

However it came about, it doesn’t matter now. Id loved fucking 2 different lads on the same night and it felt great having 2 cocks in me at the same time. I also loved that feeling of being a total slut and went on to have many more 3somes, before I got with my hubby.

I’ve been dreaming about fucking Ellie for 15 years.
Let me take you back real quick to explain: we met in kindergarten, our mothers became fast friends and we grew up together.
She was my partner in crime when we were kids.
Then we hit puberty and I started to notice… new things about Ellie.
I think I was 20 the first time I allowed myself to think about her when I was masturbating. She has these beautiful tits and I had just spent a whole day thinking of what they would feel like around my cock if I ever had the chance to tit fuck her. So I wanked it really good, pretending my fist was actually Ellie kneeling before me and squeezing her breast so I could fuck them.
Never made a move though, because:
1 - I didn’t wanna risk the friendship
2 - There was never a right time
3 - I’m full of shit cause I’m actually a fucking coward
“Hey shooter” she hugs me really tight and smacks a kiss on my cheek “You ready?”
“You gotta stop calling me that” I hug her back.
“It’s cause of the thing with the guy in the place!” She whines, cause yeah, there’s a lot of backstory to that nickname.
“Yeah, but it sounds horrible without context, Ellie”
“Alright, Joshua” she makes a point to enunciate every letter of my name “Are you ready?”
“Yeah, what are we doing here again?” I let her guide us into the spa.
“It’s the prize I got at that sex fair thing”
“What were you doing at a sex fair again?”
“Keeping Andy company while he checked out the male stripper he is dating”
“What is Andy doing checking people he dates at their workplace again?”
“Why do you end every question with ‘again’?”
“It’s called being emphatic”
“It’s called being annoying”
“Andy shouldn’t be stalking people and you shouldn’t be helping”
“Whatever, Shooter”
“Whatever, Stalker”
The receptionist stares at both of us cause, like I said, that fucking nickname sounds horrible without context.
I am shy but Ellie doesn’t care. She gives the receptionist the gift card and her name for the settled appointment and we are asked to sit just for a minute.
“Hey Ells?”
“Yeah?”
“Why am I here ag…”
“Don’t say ‘again’, Joshua, I will hit you with something sharp”
“What am I doing here, Elise?”
“I told you”
“You didn’t”
“I really did”
“You really didn’t”
“Really? It’s a massage for two people. Andy couldn’t come cause he had a date. Natalie couldn’t get off work”
“I was your third choice?”
“Have you ever been to a spa before?”
“No”
“Have you ever wanted to come to a spa before?”
“No”
“Do you know what a spa is?”
“Kinda. Maybe. No” I keep correcting myself.
“Yeah, you were my third choice. I still love you the most though.”
The place is nice, I’ll give you that. There’s cucumber water, some low-fi music and the single most relaxing foyer ever designed. It doesn’t take long for the two masseuses to come and takes us to the rooms.
Only it’s not rooms (plural), it’s room (singular) which is an issue because we are two people (plural) and not one person (singular).
“Where do I go?” I ask.
“In here” the masseuse is a petite woman with some Angelina Jolie lips and a sweet smile.
“And where does she go?” I point to Ells.
“In here” Angelina smiles again, pointing to exactly the same door.
The two masseuses go into the room to set some robes for us and I whisper to my best friend:
“What the fuck kind of massage did you win?”
“I don’t know! It was free, I didn’t ask.”
“You can take off your clothes and put these robes on” the other masseuse is tall and has short straight hair like a brunet Heidi Klum.
“Where can we do that?”
Angelina smiles and says “In here”.
That’s three “in here” in a row. Angelina really does have a catch phrase.
They leave. We stay.
“So, we’re just supposed to get naked?”
“I’m wearing a bikini underneath. Aren’t you wearing a bathing suit?”
“No” I widen my eyes, blaming her fully for the lack of instructions I was given.
“I told you to wear one!”
“Stalker, when you have these conversations with me, do they happen in real life on inside your head?”
“I really told you”
“You really didn’t! Elise!”
“Just be naked then. We are grown ups and know each other for ages. So what if I see your willy? It’s fine”
It’s not fine.
It’s not fine that she sees my willy.
It’s not fine that the woman I’ve had a crush on for 15 years, the woman with the killer body that makes me drool and the sweet smile that makes me melt, thinks about my penis in such a low esteem that it gets called a willy.
“I’m not gonna get naked, Elise!”
“Do you have any ideia how much a massage at this place costs? Fine! I can be naked too, then you won’t be alone”
I close and open my eyes in absolute bewilderement at her solution.
“How does that help?” My whisper is as loud as it can be, while still being called a whisper.
“You’re shy. I’m not. So we do this together. Turn that way, I’ll turn this way. We’ll be wearing robes in no time” She starts undressing and I turn around like a man too scared to look directly at the sun.
She is naked.
Naked.
Behind me.
Ellie.
With her tits out in the open and her pussy free from protection. I think her nakedness warms the air around her cause I’m feeling feverish. Like something coming for her direction is burning me up.
I get undress and into the robe. She asks if I’m done before she can turn, but I don’t turn back cause my dick is hardening and that’s the kinda of thing you can’t hide when all you got is a thin robe.
This was a horrible idea.
This is gonna be a nightmare.
I’m gonna lay on a table, naked, next to her, naked, and have to… relax? How is that possible?
If I had any remote idea this was how my day would turn out, I would have jerked off the fatest load before leaving my house.
I don’t wanna be a creep, ok? I don’t wanna risk ou ruin our friendship and I would never put her in a awkward position. But I have such an immeasurable crush on this women, it’s pathetic.
The masseuses come back, Angelina taps her table and I know what she is gonna say before she says it. “In here” she smiles, pointing to the massage table. Not even “on here” which I guess would be the right way to say it? Between that and her clear inability to understand plural vs singular, I think someone ought to teach Angie some grammar.
She and Heidi hold out a towel for each of us to protect our nakedness while we get out of the robes and on the tables. Great. Where were they before when I needed help? I’ve never been to a spa before but this makes no sense. Go in there and get naked and then put a robe and then I have this towel and you take off the robe then get naked again.
I lay down and try to pretend I’m somewhere else for the next 45 minutes.
The massage is not bad. But Ellie’s soft moans every now and then are insanity inducing.
I don’t think there is ailment worst than being horny for your best friend.
Actually, there are lost of ailments that are probably much worst, but right now I can’t think of any, so give me a break.
I have to take deep breaths and when Angelina asks me to turn belly up I feel my entire body blush and heat up cause I know I got a half pump going on and there is nothing covering my hips but a towel so she is definitely gonna see.
I wanna get out of here so bad it’s a blessing when they finally whisper in our ears telling us the massage is over.
Great.
Wonderful.
Thank you, Lord.
“Now, if you two could walk up to the tub for the erotic bath” Heidi says like a news anchor wishing me a good night.
“Go to the what for the what now?” I tilt my head cause I’m sure I heard it wrong.
“The tub. For the erotic bath.”
“I’m sorry?” I shake my head cause stuff still doesn’t make sense and by now I really don’t trust the grammar around here anyway.
Ellie, however, seems to have figured something out as she has her hands over her mouth. Her jaw dropped a little and her eyes are lost in the horizon.
I am afraid to ask.
“What?” I whisper as the two Grammar Crazies go off to the tub to prepare it for us.
“The sex fair” she whispers back “That’s where I won this. Maybe it’s an erotic massage?”
“Hmhum, hmhum” I grunt, only slightly sane “And you didn’t think to check that?”
“It was a massage at a well known spa. I just thought it was a regular massage, I didn’t even know that…”
“In here” Angelina says and I smile like a psycho. This woman really only knows two words, doesn’t she.
“Should we leave?” I ask but Ells has a weird curious smile.
“I kinda wanna see what it is. But you can leave if you’re not comfortable”
An erotic bath with you, Ellie? That’s something I’ve been dreaming about like fifty percent of the times I shower.
This is not gonna end well.
This is gonna end terribly.
I should have excused myself but… I also kinda wanna see what it is.
“I’m not leaving if you’re not” I hesitate “You’ll call me a coward for the rest of my life”
Angelina snaps her fingers calling our attention:
“In her…”
“Yeah, yeah!” I growl.
I get to the tub first and Angelina, bless her, holds out a towel so I can undress and get in the tub.
Then it’s Ellie’s turn and look, I’m not stupid. Ellie is not stupid. I graduated at MIT. Ellie went to Law School at Yale. We are smart people. Really smart.
So tell me: how the FUCK did we forget we were gonna do this naked?
Cause, somehow, in the last two minutes I forgot.
And by the pale look on Ellie’s agonising face, so did she.
I am sitting in the bathtub with hot water and bubbles around me, so my nakedness is kinda safe.
Hers, however… I try to look away to give her some privacy walking in, but… she’s gonna be completely naked pretty much on my nose so, I don’t know how to save this.
It gets worst because Ellie can’t walk into the tub as easily as I did. She complicates herself coming and going so I have to look to try to help.
And then I die.
Josh died.
Bury Josh.
Give him his eulogies.
Elise’s tits are fucking heavy. Her mom is latina and her dad is Norwegian so she has these incredible combinations of traits. The luscious lips, the delicious ampersand curves. She has light brown hair and her pussy is slightly covered by some light brown pubes. She waxes the edges and shaves it to keep them almost gone. Her nipples are dark and small and I feel my head going light.
I’m gonna pass out.
I have imagined her for years, but I was nowhere near how hot she actually is.
She leans in trying to get into the tub and her tits drop in an angle that, if I were to stand up right now, I could fuck her tits with ease.
“Oh, for the love of…” I get up to give her a hand and help her in.
I am naked. I am hard. She looks down for a second and notices both these things.
Angie and Heidi have the towels up so they don’t see us, but at this point I don’t even know if I care.
I sit back in the tub, thinking to myself it can’t get any worst, but it can.
It really can.
The tub isn’t big enough for us to sit side by side, so Ellie has to sit on my lap.
I’d laugh in desperation, but I forgot how to.
I try to lean back so there’s the least amount of touch between us, but I’m hard.
I am so hard I feel my dick throbbing and begging for pussy.
I stare at the ceiling and take a deep breath. Angie and Heidi leave us to get some products or whatever. I don’t know, I didn’t hear what they said. All I can hear is a ringing in my ear.
I hold on to the edges of the tub like my life depends on it. I hold on so hard you can see the veins in my forearms popping up.
“I’m sorry” Ellie whispers “I didn’t know”
“It’s fine” I say, but there’s a horrible tremor in my voice “I’m sorry too, but I can’t… control it” I whimper, fully aware that my erection is poking her back.
“It’s ok. I understand. I don’t mind”
I let out a panic laughter and she turns her face to look at me.
She is so beautiful I wanna cry.
“It’s hard for me too”.
“What?”
“I’m sharing so you don’t feel bad” she explains, with a voice so low it almost sounds like she is shy “Cause guys can’t hide it when they are turned on, right? Girls can. So… it’s hard for me too”
“You mean…?”
She seems to go a bit impatient.
“I mean I’m wet, Josh”
Ok.
Alright.
That doesn’t help.
It doesn’t help even one tiny little bit.
I bite my lips hard hoping the pain will control my boner, but it doesn’t. It’s raging under the water and poking hard at Ellies back. So hard, I can feel her soft skint agains my sensitive tip which means it’s getting harder by the second.
“You’re wet?” I ask, I don’t know why.
“Yeah. Really wet” she breathes heavily.
Angelina and Heidi are back. They have oils and start massaging our arms and napes and let me tell you, I’m about to cum in this water.
“Can I lean against your chest?” Ellie asks, quietly “This position is hurting my back”
“Yeah, but… I’m gonna get harder if you do that”
“I know. It’s fine. Can I?”
I nod and she leans against my chest.
Fuck, she smells good.
I grab onto the edges of the tub even harder. Angie is trying to massage my arms to get me to relax, but I don’t think that’s ever gonna happen.
I try to breath really slow.
I try to think of something else.
But I think my cock is poking Ellie a little too hard, cause she moves a bit and, clearly without giving it much thought, puts her hand between us to get it out of the way. Her fingers brush by my cock when she places it upwards and my entire body shivers.
I’m a pretty strong guy, and I grab the tub with such violence I might crack it.
“Sorry” she squeezes my thighs to apologize but her sweet touch on my legs make everything around me get out of focus.
I’m breathing in her ear, trying to fight the urge to bite it. I think our friendship is already seriously damaged. Honestly, I don’t know how we’ll get back from this.
“You want me to finish you off?” She whispers, so low I can barely hear.
“What?” I gasp, turning my head to sink my nose in her hair, I slide my nose down the side of her face, my ajar lips brushing on her ear.
“I can rub it off for you” she puts her hand between us again “Maybe that will make it a little easier?”
Fuck it.
Fuck it all to hell.
“Yeah?”
She nods and I place her hand on my cock.
Ellie closes her fist around it and jerks me off. I don’t ever wanna leave this fucking bathtub.
“You need help too?” My turn to ask “You said it was hard for you too. You want me to…?”.
Her turn to nod.
So I drop my hands in the water. I grab her thighs with both my hands and she gasps. I open her pussy lips and finger her. Her thighs squeeze my hands in place and she moans so deliciously I wanna eat her. I wanna eat her pussy so bad.
Angelina and Heidi, who are hot women in their own rights by the way, move on to massaging my chest. And I am 150% sure I will cum in a couple of minutes even if they didn’t say:
“Now it’s time for the rest of the massage. The one you give each other.”
I don’t even ask.
Fuck it.
Fuck everything.
I just close my eyes.
“Can we touch you more privately?” they ask and we both agree.
I think we both agree.
I don’t know, man. I am just a sack of meat and lust at this point.
Heidi guides Ellie’s body so she moves up a little and when her hand leaves my cock I get upset and change my mind. I want the masseuses to leave. Right now.
Angelina puts her arms in the water and holds on to my cock which is so hot and unexpected it makes every muscle in my body tense up. She aligns my cock’s tip with Ellie’s slit and Heidi tells Ellie to sit.
Fuck, I’m gonna fuck Ellie.
Yeah, sweetheart, sit on me. Do it. Fuck.
I can barely control my hips.
Ellie turns to make sure I’m ok with that. And I am completely ok with that if she is.
I nod. She nods. I think we share a smile.
And she sits.
Angie guides me inside her pussy and I stop breathing.
Ellie moans all the way until I’m fully inside her pussy and her ass is on my lap.
Her back is against my chest and she leans her head over my shoulder, lost in pleasure. I start giving her little kisses on her face and neck.
“Good like this?” I move my hips a little bit and her quick gasp becomes a little scream.
“Yeah” she begs, scratching my thighs. The masseuses are absolutely watching us have sex, but at this point I don’t think any of us cares “Fuck, it’s been so long” she moans.
“What?”
“I haven’t had sex in like… a year” she confesses.
“Oh, honey” I bite her ear, really sweet “This beautiful pussy hasn’t seen a cock in a ear?”
She nods, biting her lips. Her eyes closed, her body arching. God, she looks like a fucking goddess.
“You gotta treat it better” I say, rubbing her clit and she starts moaning louder.
In all my dreaming, for whatever reason, I never thought about Ellie’s moaning. So that’s the bit that fucks me up the most cause she has these delicious little moans and gasps and screams. I want her to cum. I wanna hear her cum.
Ellie is probably thinking the same cause she starts riding me hard.
“No, don’t move” Heidi says, and they both hold her in place.
Don’t move? What kind of torture move is this?
Yes move! Let her move!
Fuck this!
Heidi and Angelina have their arms in the water again. I feel their hands on mine. The three of us competing over Ellie’s pussy lips and clit. They guide my fingers, then they finger her themselves. One of us is always grabbing Ellie’s slit, one of us is always grabbing her thighs, one of us is always grabbing her bean. And she feels us. With a never-ending moan that sounds like pleasure filled agony.
“Now you touch her” Heidi orders me and she doesn’t need to say that twice. I grab Ellie’s body like I wanna eat her with my fingers. I slide my grip up her stomach all the way to her tits and they feel even better in my hands than I’d imagined. I squeeze her fat tits and play with her nipples like I’m living the dream. I bite her ear and I think it’s too much, cause Ells sinks her hands in the water looking for her clit. And I think that makes me even hornier. She starts rubbing one out while eating my cock with her pussy and she would come if Heidi and Angie didn’t stop her.
They hold her hands, stopping her from rubbing it out and I think Ellie will cry.
“Now you turn” Heidi says.
Turn?
They remove her from my cock only to turn her to face me. Ellie doesn’t wait and neither do I. She grabs my cock herself and guides it inside her without waiting for the masseuses, and as soon as my tip is aligned in her I move my hips in hard making her scream.
Her nipples brushing on my chest making patterns of their own while she wiggles around my dick, since the horrible women won’t let her ride me.
Ellie holds on to my shoulders and I kiss her. Really kiss her. Feeling her tongue on mine and my whole body is set on some kind of metaphysical fire.
Heidi and Angelina massage us both, pressing her body against mine so I can fully feel her tits, and I gotta say I love them for it. If I ever said a single bad word about these women before, I was fool, forgive me.
But again, they don’t let her ride me. And after a few minutes worth of massages, they guide her out of my cock again. I am desperate for more of her pussy and I hope the masseuses are just gonna give us a new position to fuck, but instead, they sit Ellie on my lap, like she was at the very beginning… completely out of my cock. And now I hate them again. They massage our napes and then excuse themselves for a few minutes and tell us it’s ok if we drift off and nap.
Drift off?
NAP?
Sweetheart, are you fucking crazy?
“Get up” I say to Ellie as soon as they are gone “Get up get up get up get up”
She obeys me really fast. She gets out of the tub and hurries to her robe. I think maybe she misunderstood me. But when she bends over to get the robe I get the tip of my cock in her again, holding her hips in place.
“Ells, is this ok?” I say, in a fever dream.
“Yeah” she begs, pushing herself back to swallow my cock with her puss.
And then I fuck her.
I hold her waist and I fuck her like I’ve been dreaming of doing for 15 years.
She is wet and warm and delicious.
“Flick it” I tell her “Flick your clit, cum with me”
She does it. Fingering herself, one inch away from it. So fucking beautiful she is, fingering herself like this. I think I wanna watch her masturbate beginning to end.
I sink my cock in her, feeling her hole tight around me.
“Do I need to pull out?” I ask in a haze.
“No. You can cum in me”
“Yeah? Say that again?”
She starts moaning loud as fuck. She is cumming.
“In me, Josh. Fuck. Fill me up”
I let go.
My load explodes from my cock filling her up just like she asked. Making my legs and my arms shake, lifelessly. My breathing out of control while the orgasms burns through my body.
I move out of her and watch my jizz dripping out of her puss to her pubes and thighs.
I pull her in and kiss her. She holds me with a smile.
“We should have done this sooner”
I laugh quietly.
“You wanna keep doing it?”
She licks my lips before saying “Oh yes. Absolutely”.

(This story is true and i was absolutely mortified when it happened looking back, it’s definitely hot now)

i’ve written about how i manage a couple gyms. One happens to be a big chain corporate gym. I was working the front desk because my front desk guy was out sick. A couple in their early 30s came in interested in joining, so i ran them through a tour of the facility and then went back behind the counter to the computer to go through pricing and membership options. The whole time, unknowing to me, my entire right tit was out. I noticed them staring at my chest area but didn’t think much of it. After they purchased their membership I walked into the tanning room to wipe down the tanning bed and almost fainted when i saw myself exposed like that. Considering the front desk has security cameras I was even more mortified.

The next time the couple came in, the girl approached me and told me she was bi and that she and her bf thought about my tits while they fucked that night and joked that i was welcome to flash them as many times as id like. I was so embarrassed but also got really wet knowing they were into it. Her and i became close friends over the next couple weeks. She’d hang in my office telling me all the dirty things she did that weekend and would bring me energy drinks when she came in to lift. One night, she texted asking if id be interested in sending her boyfriend a pic of my tits. I’ll admit i was soaking at the thought of it and immediately sent one.

I saw it was read but hadn’t gotten a reply until a bit later when i get a text from him that was just a picture of his cock covered in cum with his hand tightly gripped around it. I was so horny knowing he jerked off to me and texted back “if you ever need target practice, my tits are always available”

The agreement had come slowly, over weeks of late-night conversations, nervous laughter, and heated moments in separate bedrooms. Once all four of them said yes, the planning felt almost sacred. They chose a quiet luxury resort nestled by a lake, two-and-a-half hours from the city—private villas, lush gardens, and a honeymoon-worthy suite they had booked under the innocent label of “couples’ getaway.” Liam was with Sarah’s parents. No distractions. Just the four of them and the slow, deliberate unraveling they had promised one another.

They arrived the evening before. The women met properly for the first time in person. Sarah and Jenna hugged warmly by the car, both in light sundresses that fluttered in the breeze. There was an instant spark of curiosity and sisterhood—two women who had already shared so much through screens and stories, now standing in the same golden evening light. Eric and Ryan watched them, proud and a little stunned at how natural it felt.

The first night was gentle. Dinner on the terrace, wine, laughter, and careful boundaries. No one pushed. They slept in separate rooms, the anticipation simmering like low heat.

The real shift began the next morning.

Breakfast was served on their private villa terrace overlooking the calm lake. The table was set with fresh fruit, warm croissants, coffee, and juice. Soft morning sunlight filtered through the trees, casting gentle golden patterns across the white linen tablecloth and the women’s skin. A light breeze carried the scent of flowers and water. All four of them wore casual resort clothes—light linen shirts and shorts for the men, breezy summer dresses for the women. Nothing overtly provocative, yet everything felt charged.

From the moment they sat down, the husbands couldn’t hide their hunger.

Eric’s gaze kept drifting to Jenna. Her peach-colored dress clung softly to her athletic curves, the thin fabric shifting with every breath and revealing the faint outline of her nipples whenever she leaned forward to reach for the jam or butter. The neckline dipped just enough to offer teasing glimpses of soft, sun-kissed cleavage. Ryan was no better. His eyes lingered on Sarah—her fuller, curvaceous figure, the way her dress hugged the heavy swell of her breasts and the gentle flare of her hips. Every time Sarah crossed her legs, the hem rode a little higher on her smooth thighs, and Ryan’s jaw tightened visibly.

The women noticed immediately.

Sarah caught Eric staring at Jenna’s breasts and felt a warm, secret flush bloom between her legs. Jenna noticed Ryan’s gaze locked on Sarah’s cleavage when she reached for her coffee and felt her own nipples tighten against the thin fabric. Instead of jealousy, a shared thrill ran through them. They felt desired. Powerful. Like they were back in college—innocent on the surface, but secretly loving the way boys would steal glances across the cafeteria, pretending not to ogle their bodies while their hearts raced.

The atmosphere thickened slowly, like honey warming in the sun.

Sarah stretched languidly in her chair, arching her back just enough to make her full breasts strain against the soft fabric of her dress. The motion drew both men’s eyes instantly. Jenna mirrored her a moment later, letting her dress ride a little higher on her thighs as she bent slowly to pick up a fallen napkin, giving Eric a lingering view of her cleavage and the smooth line of her neck. The husbands shifted uncomfortably in their seats, trying—and failing—to hide the growing bulges in their shorts.

Visible erections began to tent the light fabric. Eric’s thick outline was unmistakable. Ryan’s curved hardness pressed insistently against his thigh.

Sarah felt herself grow slick and warm at the sight—two hard cocks responding so obviously to her and Jenna’s teasing. Jenna’s cheeks flushed a soft pink, but her eyes sparkled with arousal. They were both enjoying this game. The slow burn. The delicious power of being watched and wanted. They wanted to play a little longer before anything real happened.

Ryan leaned close to Eric while the women pretended to admire the lake view, their voices low and intimate.

“Your wife looks so fucking hot this morning,” Ryan whispered, his breath warm against Eric’s ear. “I want to see her nude. Right here. Right now.”

Eric’s cock twitched visibly in his shorts. He glanced at Jenna—her dress clinging to her body in the breeze—then back at his friend. “Yours too. She’s gorgeous. That body… I can’t stop looking.”

Ryan’s grin turned slow and wicked. “Mine is even better when she gets horny. You’ll see.” He winked.

The women heard every word. Sarah and Jenna exchanged a quick, knowing glance across the table. Their smiles were slow, secret, and full of shared feminine heat.

Ryan, emboldened by the moment, spoke a little louder this time, his eyes flicking between Eric and Jenna. “Go on, man. Touch my wife. She loves it when her ass gets spanked. Just a little. She’s been waiting for this.”

Eric’s breath caught. He looked at Jenna. She didn’t say no. Her eyes were dark, lips slightly parted, thighs pressed together under the table. The terrace felt electric, every heartbeat loud in the quiet morning air.

After a few more seconds of silent encouragement from Ryan—and a subtle, teasing nod from Jenna—Eric slowly rose from his chair. His erection was obvious now, straining hard against his shorts as he walked around the table toward her. Jenna turned slightly in her seat, presenting the curve of her hip and ass, heart beating fast. Eric reached out, his hand hovering just above the soft contour of her ass, so close he could feel the warmth radiating through the thin dress. His fingers trembled with anticipation.

Before he could make contact, Sarah’s hand shot out—gentle but firm—and wrapped around his wrist, stopping him.

“You must earn it,” she said softly, her voice low and teasing, eyes gleaming with wicked mischief.

Both men froze, confused. Eric looked at Ryan. Ryan looked back, equally puzzled, their hard cocks still tenting their shorts.

Sarah and Jenna exchanged another glance. Their smiles turned positively wicked—playful, dominant, full of shared power and arousal.

Sarah leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs slowly so the hem of her dress rode even higher, revealing more smooth thigh. “Whoever undresses himself first gets to lay their hand on the friend’s wife first.”

Jenna was already smiling as she picked up her phone. She opened the stopwatch app, her thumb hovering over the start button. The morning light caught her face perfectly—beautiful, confident, flushed with excitement.

“Your time starts… now.”

The two men stood there for a long heartbeat, stunned, cocks throbbing visibly. The women’s eyes roamed over them openly. Then the competitive rush hit—mixed with deep, embarrassed arousal. Eric and Ryan looked at each other once, half laughing, half desperate, and began stripping right there on the sunlit terrace.

Shirts came off first, revealing bare chests and shoulders they had seen before but never in this charged context. The men’s hands fumbled slightly with belts and zippers, the movements hurried yet strangely sensual under the women’s hungry gazes. Shorts and underwear followed, sliding down strong thighs until fabric pooled at their feet.

In under thirty seconds, both men stood completely naked before their wives and each other. Their cocks stood hard and proud—Eric’s thick and straight, veins prominent, the head already glistening; Ryan’s slightly curved and heavy, twitching with every heartbeat—dangling between their legs with every small, self-conscious shift.

Sarah and Jenna burst into delighted, aroused laughter. They gave each other a high-five across the table, their eyes sparkling as they openly admired the two naked, erect men standing vulnerably in the morning light.

The sensual game had officially begun.

Stay put for what happened next

debated on sharing this but whatever here it is.

after i stopped messing around with the last guy i had been seeing for a while i realized that i hadn’t given a true bj in a long time (last guy loved eating me out and even when i tried he was too big to really do it correctly)

so yesterday, i was hanging out with an older friend(m30) i met at church when i realized this, we are sitting in his car watching the 4th of july fireworks (it was supposed to be a group of us but everyone slowly cancelled) so it was just me and him, we were parked in this big parking lot kinda overlooking the city (there was a lot of people) and we were watching the show when i literally just told him.
“hey… i know this is weird but im actually really craving a bj rn… like giving one…” he was in shock but he know a little bit about my tendencies, he asked “ok… like you want me to take you back to your place? are you meeting someone?” and i said “no silly, right now.” he still didn’t want to believe it so he asked a few questions, why? why him? why now? what about this people around us.
so we talked it out for a minute and he agreed.

i leaned over and undid his pants he was very hesitant but his dck was pretty much already fully hard lol average size and natural (not cut) so i just got to work and was enjoying myself when i feel him tense up and i pull away trying to tell him to wait ( bc i wanted to keep going) and tries to hold it but it just popped lol he actually shot so hard that first rope landed on top on his steering wheel.
i got right back down to try to stop the mess but he shot on my face before i finally caught and swallowed the rest.

after he went limp we started laughing and apologizing to each other.

he then told me he hadn’t had a bj since his break up 2 years ago.

I don’t even remember how it started.

One minute, we were sitting on his couch, half-dressed and tangled in each other. The next… he was inside me, and I was scrolling through her Instagram.

It was open on his phone. She’d messaged him something stupid... “hope ur day’s going good 🩷” and when he tossed it aside, I grabbed it.

Her page was still up. Her face. Her captions. Her feed full of those sweet little smiles she probably practiced in the mirror. God, she tried so hard to look effortless.

“You follow this every day?” I giggled, tilting the screen toward him as he fucked into me harder. “She still uses the dog filter.”

He didn’t answer.

He was too busy gripping my hips and slamming into me from behind, like he needed to shut me up with every thrust.

But I didn’t shut up. I moaned louder, scroll slower, lips curling into a wicked grin as I tapped her “date night” album. You know the one. Holding hands over sushi. Mirror pic in the restaurant bathroom. His hoodie on her shoulders.

I laughed.

“God, she really thinks she’s winning.”

His cock hit deeper... sharp and possessive like it pissed him off and turned him on all at once. I knew it did.

I arched my back more, dropping to my elbows so my ass was high and open and dripping for him.

“Bet she’d die if she saw what you’re doing to me right now.”

He groaned... loud, guttural and gripped my waist tighter, fingers digging into my skin as he fucked me harder. Faster. Meaner.

The sound of our bodies was slick, wet, obscene and echoed off the walls of his quiet little house while I kept swiping through her life.

“Look,” I said sweetly, pulling her smile closer to my face, “this one’s cute. You’re kissing her cheek.”

He didn’t say anything but his thrusts got rougher.

“You kissed her like this?” I teased, and then turned my head, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. “Or is this the mouth you save for me?”

He grabbed my hair and yanked me up, back arching as I gasped, the phone still clutched in my hand.

“That’s what I thought,” I whispered.

His mouth was on my neck a second later, biting, sucking, groaning my name like it hurt. His cock slammed up into me again, and again, and again, hitting just right. I was so fucking wet I could hear it and that messy, nasty sound of him splitting me open.

I let the phone fall to the bed and reached back to touch myself.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I moaned, shaking, my fingers circling tight over my clit as his cock destroyed me from behind.

“Right here—” I whimpered, voice cracking, “fuck me right here, right where she kisses you goodnight.”

He lost it.

His hands locked on my waist and he fucked me like he wanted to erase her. Like I was the only thing he wanted to remember.

And when I came, it was hard.

My whole body clenched, heat blooming through me like fire as I collapsed into the sheets, still gasping, still soaking.

He didn’t stop.

He chased it with his hips slamming into me, cock twitching inside me, thrusts wild now... until he came too. Hard. Deep. So fucking deep.

He groaned like it broke him. Like he couldn’t believe he just filled me up like that.

I smiled.

Because as his cum spilled out of me and dripped down my thighs…

Her face was still glowing on the screen next to us.