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During a family vacation, our family booked two rooms. One for the parents, and one for me and my elder sister. We checked in about 8 PM. Had supper. Changed clothes. We were just relaxing with our phones and then fell asleep.

Suddenly, my sister woke me up as quietly as possible. I tried asking why she woke me up but she closed my mouth with her hand and asked , "Can you hear?"

I tried to hear something in the silence. It was the sound of two people kissing and breathing heavily from the next room. The room our parents stayed in.

My eyes went wide open, and sensing that, she started giggling. We got up to the side of the wall and placed an ear on the wall. The sounds were getting more intense. Dad was saying things like, "You dirty slut."

A minute or so later, she started moaning. Super loud moans. She wasn't trying to be quiet at all. The clapping sounds and the moaning sounds made me so hard (although I was actively trying not to imagine my mom). My sister must have been equally horny. Her nipples were poking through her top and she was lost.

During the whole time, I resisted myself from touching my cock. When we occasionally made eye contact, we just made an embarrassed smile. After what was presumably mom's climax, they went quiet.

I was so hard because this was the closest thing to sex that I had ever witnessed in my life then. My sister who was lost and silent during the whole thing finally spoke, "I can't believe these guys." I just awkwardly nodded and tried heading to the restroom.

"Are you gonna jerk off?" she asked, quite comfortably.

"What no? That's gross," I said.

"Ah, okay. But it was hot, that's why I asked."

"Whatever."

So I obviously could not do it and headed right back to the bed. It took some time but I lost the erection.

"I'm cold, can you cuddle me?" She asked. That was nothing out of the ordinary. We used to cuddle all the time. So I went closer to her, and became the big spoon.

I could not get this out of my head, but I gradually fell asleep. Minutes later, she woke me up.

"You are hard. You are poking my back," she said.

I was embarrassed and backed away.

"No, I did not mean to weird you out," she said as she came close. "I am horny too."

"Ohh!" I did not know what to reply.

"Can we just feel each other up?" she asked hesitantly.

I wanted to. But I was hesitant. Eventually, I gave in and said, "Okayy."

We were now chest to chest, and she was hugging me tightly. I ran my hands under her top to caress her back, waist, tits, while her hands were exploring all over me before coming to my dick.

I slipped my fingers inside her shorts. Boy, was she wet?! I wanted to kiss her, so my face went near hers. We started making out. She was warm. Her body, her face, her neck, even her mouth. We got up, and sat in a more comfortable position to make out. We undressed. She was hot. I was leaking precum. She collected it with her fingers and tasted it. She started giving me a blowjob until I came on her tits.

I wanted to fuck her, but she insisted on me eating her. So I did. I buried my face in my sister's pussy. She did not repeat mom's mistake. She was barely vocal. I wasn't sure if she came but she pulled me back to her face and kissed me again.

"This is just a one time thing okay?" We should not do this again."

I felt the same. We cleaned up, and cuddled naked until morning.

I (21) dated my boyfriend for about eight years before we broke up last summer. Everything ended well, but we didn't see a future together and were drifting apart. We broke up by mutual agreement, and there were no hard feelings. He has a younger brother (26), with whom I became very close. Having known him for so long, he always said he saw me as a sister, could always talk to me about anything, and I cared for him and helped him whenever I could.A week after the breakup, my brother contacted me, asking to talk. I realized he was upset and invited him over. We had a long conversation about how to keep in touch and continue seeing each other. He was worried about what our friendship would become without me and how his brother would feel if we kept in touch. He was sad, and I told him we'd figure something out, and I'd still be there if he ever needed anything.At that moment, we cuddled together on the couch. He hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. I looked at him, and he kissed me again, this time on the lips. Instantly, a wave of excitement ran through my body, and we began kissing and caressing each other. I moved onto his lap, sat on top of him on the couch, and began kissing him deeper, pressing my hips against him until my pussy was wet.Soon, he took off my shirt, his pants fell to the floor, and he knew there was no turning back. Seeing his naked body for the first time, I trembled, and he knew it. He kissed my neck and chest down to my waist, kneeling between my legs. Pulling my belt loops and starting to unzip my pants, he whispered, "I've wanted this for so long." My pussy leaked even more, and he touched the tip of it with his lips before he could even catch his breath. He quickly thrust his tongue into my vagina, never breaking eye contact. His moans as my pussy filled his mouth sent shivers down my legs. He didn't stop until I was gripping the couch cushions. We fucked in every possible position all over the couch until he came in my mouth and I came on his cock. We collapsed on top of each other, sweating and panting.This was just our first encounter, which developed into a very strong sexual relationship that remained hidden from my ex/his brother. We continued to grow together, expanding each other's boundaries, learning new things together, and fulfilling each other's desires.

I’ve been wanting to write this story for a long time.

I started working at a school as a head women’s soccer coach. This was my first head coaching position and everything was new to me, duties, parent meetings, as well as meeting the booster club parents. When I met them, I automatically felt an attraction to my booster president. She was a thick, short haired blonde with gorgeous green eyes and beautiful tits. I’ve always been attracted to older women since I was young and at the time I was in my mid 20s and she was in her late 40s.

We would occasionally text each other back and forth late at night about things the team needed and I would always sneak in a little compliment about her and how much help she had been. I knew if I played the long game she would either say yes to having a drink with me or just think I was crazy. This continued for a couple of months, during that time I learned that she was going through a bad marriage and that her husband and her had stopped sleeping in the same room and she was in the middle of splitting up.

One night during one of our late night texts I decided to work up some courage and asked if she would like to have a drink with me. She told me she was headed to Georgia for a few days but when she came back she would definitely grab that drink. I waited for almost two weeks before mentioning the drink I owed her and she told me to pick her up on a Friday night from her house. I was kind of nervous picking her up from her house since her husband was still there but at the last minute she told me to meet her at her work, where she was going to leave her car and we could ride in mine.

I knew she liked live music and wanted to make sure she had a great night. I took her to a piano bar that was inside a resort, the bar had some awesome music and great drinks. We spent all night talking about each other and really getting to know one another. We decided to head out since the place was about to close and I wanted to make sure she got home at a decent hour so her husband wouldn’t question her. I drove her back to her work place and when we got there she told me she needed to go inside real quick, and to wait for her. I asked her if I could use the restroom and she told me to go inside with her. (This is where things get wild)

When I came out of the restroom she was waiting for me, the look in her beautiful green eyes told me she wanted to be kissed like she hadn’t been kissed in a long time. As I got close to her I asked her if I could kiss her, she looked at me and said yes. We lock lips and kissed passionately, I could feel my cock get rock hard. I asked her if I could touch her and without hesitation she told me I could do whatever I wanted. I unbuttoned her jeans, puller her zipper down and slid my fingers down until I reached her dripping wet pussy. I knew she was waiting for this moment for a while and I knew I had to make sure she remembered this night.

I played with her clit for a while, listening to her moan and feeling her wet pussy. I picked her up and moved her to a estethician chair, took her jeans off and spread her legs wide open. I kissed the inside of her thighs working my way up to her clit. I started moving my tongue up and down her clit as I put my fingers inside her pussy. I could hear her asking me to put it in, but continued to eat her out as I pulled my pants down. Her moans and the way she grab my head told me I was doing a good job. Her legs were shaking and she screamed a few times, I thought someone outside was going to hear us. I was eating her for what I thought was about ten to fifteen minutes, when all of the sudden she got up from the chair got on her knees and put my hard cock inside her mouth.

She started sucking me like I’ve never been sucked before, sucking on my balls while stroking my cock. She would spit on the tip of my cock and make her self gag as she tried to put all of it inside her throat. I remember watching her mascara run down her eyes and watching her beautiful green eyes stare into my soul. A few times I thought I was about to nut but I kept myself from cuming in her mouth. She stood up, grabbed my hand as she walked towards a couch and told me to fuck her from behind. As she spread her legs I thought about putting a condom on but she told me she wasn’t worried about getting pregnant and wanted to feel my cock inside her. I slid my cock inside of her and it felt so good that for a moment I even forgot we were fucking inside a beauty salon.

As I was fucking her doggy style I asked her if I could put it in her ass and she said she had not done that in years but she was okay with us trying it. I love anal and that’s one of my weaknesses. The moment I put the tip in, she told me to go slowly, I took my time but felt her tight asshole gripping my cock as I worked my way in. After a few seconds my entire cock was inside and I was thrusting myself as she moaned and told me I had a nice cock. I licked her back up and down as I was fucking her and could feel her entire skin get the chills. I would fuck her in the ass take it out and then put it in her pussy, I could tell that drove her crazy.

After a while I sat down on the couch, she stood up in front of me with her legs open, grabbed my cock and put it inside her pussy as she got on top of me. I felt those nice tits bouncing up and down and grabbed them with both hands and started licking them. I was sucking on those tits like a newborn gets ready to eat for the first time. She continued to bounce up and down telling me she hadn’t been fucked like that in a long time. Those word got me even harder and I wanted to break her in half. After a few minutes I knew I was cuming. She felt my cock get hotter and I told her I was about to cum, she told me to cum inside her and that’s exactly what I did. I felt every drop coming out of my cock and her pussy warmer than before. She held me close to her tits and I felt the warmth of her body and our sweat mixing together. I kept my cock inside of her until it every drop had been released and I could feel it run down my cock.

She kissed me just like she had kissed me when we first entered the salon and told me she had been waiting for me to make a move for a while. I told her I was kinda nervous to make my move but I was glad I did. She got up while the cum was dripping down her thigh, cleaned herself and said “my ass is going to be hurting tomorrow when I’m sitting on the bleacher watching my kid play in that tournament” I laughed because that morning the girls had a tournament and I had just hooked up with one of the soccer moms.

Do you want a part 2?

Im f 44 my marriage was something I was always proud of because of how loving my husband is to me and he is a great role model to the two kids we have. My work requires me to travel often and for the past 10 years i have been cheating on these trips. I feel ashamed and guilty every time I’m back home but in the moments it’s like I’m a whole new person. My second child that I have had is not my husband’s and this guilt has been eating me alive. Idk if I should just quit my job and find something that doesn’t not require me to travel so i dont get these nasty sexual urges.

My wife and i are staying with my mother in law as we are moving out of the city. My wife works days and I work nights so i sleep in the day. I got home one morning and my wife was off to work my in law and my brother in law were still there . I'm in the kitchen getting me some cereal and in comes my morher in law in just a blouse and a green thong nothing else.

She gets some coffee and doesn't say anything all i see is all her ass cheeks. My in law 38 at the time I'm 20 so she still looks good. She doesn't say anything just goes to my brother in law room tells him to get up for work. He comes out all asleep and i go sit on the couch.

I hear the water to the shower now he's 18 and I hear my mother in law say hurry and shower your gonna be late. A few minutes later he's out and slams his door all hard lol. My in law pops out the corner and now she's only in her thong no blouse no bra nothing. Her small b cup breast and big brown nipples are hard. She doesn't say anything again just goes to her room.

I hear her call my name and I answer she tells me to shower first. I go my dick all hard put my bowl in the sink and rush to the restroom. I turn on the water and hop In I'm washing my hair and she says it's me dont get scared . I say oh ok ma it's ok and she says do you need help washing your back.

I open the curtain a bit and she's wearing the thong and now a black bra. She's like here give me the sponge she starts washing my back and my ass and she reaches for my balls and washes them i turn around and I'm hard. She starts washing my dick she rinses it then starts sucking it I can feel her throat. Then my brother in law walks in since the door open.

He's like mom your gross I'm telling Angela which is my wife. She tells him get the fuck out he leaves and I hear the front door slam. She continues sucking my dick till I cum in her mouth . She spits the cum in the sink then brushes her teeth . She tells me that he won't say anything that he never does and I'm thinking this has happened before or what.

The next morning sane routine but after my wife leaves my in law comes to the couch all naked and immediately starts sucking my dick I reach for her pussy and start rubbing her clit. All of a sudden my brother in law pops out the corner once again she yells at him to leave and she lets me finish in her mouth again.

A few days went by and nothing happened but it was a nove experience

The last few years my wife and I have gotten into golf. It’s something we’re both interested in but honestly not great at. But we enjoy the time together talking and having fun it allows us to reconnect during this busy time in our 40’s and stay in the gym. I’m 6ft athletic stocky and she’s got fantastic curves and is a closet slut if there ever was one.

Anyway , we had made fast friends with another couple from our club and they were late thirties but at a similar stage in life.

Our wives became close friends quickly which we all know is must for spending any length of time together. We had played several golf rounds over a couple months.

I noticed the other wife’s golf skirt had become shorter all the time each time we played. My wife commented about how cute it was and if it was too short. I told her “No” no complaints here, you work hard for your body dress it how you want to within reason and based on occasion.

So this last week it was soo hot outside almost too hot to even play. We decided to wait until the end of the day to play. My wife and her new friend decided to ride together and they started drinking too much before the 3rd hole.

Anyway, I think we were on hole 6 and I shanked my ball in the girls direction. I yelled “4” and as it passed them safely both women turned pulled their panties down and Full Mooned us and were dying laughing! We all got a good laugh about it.

We made the turn on the back 9 and the course was a ghost town. We usually hit first and the girls from the Reds which is typical. What wasn’t typical was as they passed our golf cart they thru their panties at us laughing. My wife laugh/ yelled mine are the yellow ones!! I knew it was going to be a lot of fun.

Then the sexual banter started, which I tried to major in. My wife’s ball was almost directly across the hole from my ball.

As I lined up my putt , she squatted down in her skirt fully exposing her clean shaved pussy to me. “Put it in the hole, Honey” reaching between her legs and dragging her middle finger thru and then standing up quickly. I missed the putt.

Our friends started laughing uncontrollably and I was trying to hide my hardening my dick.

By hole 14 we had all drank too much to drink. As my wife and I were talking and having fun grab ass-ing we could see our friends taking it a step further. She was sitting in the cart secretly rubbing her pussy, as she was facing us and we concluded she was sucking his dick. His shorts were half way down his leg. She smiled over at my wife who made a face at her but then we acted like we didn’t see a thing.

Hole 15, My wife again trying to embarrass/ beat me said loudly “I’ll suck your dick if you make that putt”. It wasn’t that long thankfully (about 5 feet).
This time I made the putt and told her it was time to pay up! She said “Double or nothing “ she chirped. I told her, “I only have one dick” my friend chimed in “I can help with that math problem”!

“Well what do you want for the double or nothing, then dear ” she said smiling? “I think you should ride my dick while I drive the golf cart and then suck it when we get to the next tee box”. She said “Deal”.

“And if I win” , she said, “you’ll have to lick me from behind while I putt for the rest of the holes on the course” she said. “I can do that” I told her.

Needless to say that little bitch beat me on hole 16.

So hole 17 green we were about the same distance away and she walked up to the green and everyone was laughing curious how it would go. My wife motioned for me to come over to where she was putting and said “I’m going to have to take my time and get this one right”. She got down on her knees with her face close to the ground and just behind the ball.

Her ass was high in the air and I could see her puffy pussy lips peaking out. Then she reached back and flipped her skirt up over her back and cleared her throat.

I hadn’t seen her that wet in a long time. Her shaved lips were covered in her clear/ creamy cum. I started by gently kissing her puffy lips and then barely running my tongue slowly down to her swollen clit and then as I came back up and a little deeper her lips easily opening. I could hear her moaning and pushing back towards my tongue.

Then I pushed my tongue as deep inside her as possible. She reached back behind and pulled my head and tongue deeper into her. As I pulled back I could see the our friends rubbing each other and watching.

My wife spreads her legs a little and arches her back even more her skirt covered nothing. Her swollen and pouty lips fully exposed. She has been tanning her ass because she has virtually no tan lines.

I couldn’t help myself and I started licking her kinky little pussy again running my tongue again from her clit to her entrance a few times and then all the way to her ass, which she loves at the lright time. I pushed two fingers deep inside and continued licking her ass. She started to cum shortly after, even squirting a little. We heard another golf cart in the distance and hopped up.

Our friends invited us back to their house just down the street. So we all met up there. The women decided it would be a good time to swim and I agreed. I had some shorts and my wife asked if I cared if she went topless. I didn’t care at all.

We all hung out in the shallow end of the pool talking and drinking. Then the women wanted to play would you rather or dare. They were completely drunk, I chummed in I don’t know how well that’s gonna go. But they insisted.

First up was my wife’s friends husband who was a little bit more feminine than me. Ok his wife asked , “I think I know this but, would you rather have your dick sucked my another man or suck another man’s dick”. She began rubbing his crotch thru the swimming trunks. “Let me guess” , she said “you would rather suck dick” she giggled. He didn’t disagree so I assumed that was a yes

Then his wife went next , the female card read “ would you rather fuck your friend’s husband or have your friend fuck your husband “. She smiled way too big and said, “I’ll take a strange dick if that’s the options”!

Next up was my wife, “ok I do a dare” ok her friend said you must flip a coin (heads is your husband tails is mine) and you will have to give them the royal treatment”! “Huh” my wife said. “I’ll explain, but let’s flip first”.

Her friend flipped the coin and it was tails…. “Ok so Royal treatment is a guy gets two people one licks his ass while the other person sucks his dick at the same time.” I saw my wife’s face become a little shocked. She looked at me , “you picked dare” I shrugged my shoulders. “Ok but I’ve never licked a guys ass before”. He friend chimed in , “oh I do it all the time and he loves it” she smiled.

Before I knew it he was on their poolside sofa type bed on his side and naked. His wife lay underneath him and started licking his ass while he slowly started stroking his dick. My wife looked back at me and I just smiled knowing she didn’t expect it but it was hot to watch her squirm when she’s usually the trouble maker.

His dick was getting harder and my wife’s friend was now on her back and he was just above her head and my wife on all fours and then slowly gripped his dick in her left hand and began sucking the tip. “Fuck that’s good” he said

His wife and my mine lay there and the only thing I could think about was how I could fuck his wife and mine while they’re giving him a tongue bath.

So I made my way over, my wife’s head now bobbing slowly up and down. I straddled her friend below and my dick drugged along her stomach while I started pulling my wife’s thong down

All of a sudden I felt his wife’s hand grabbing my dick and trying to rub her own pussy with it. I didn’t stop her but focused on my wife. I got frustrated and just ripped her thong off. She barely seemed to notice

Then I started fingering my wife while her friend pulled her own thong to the side and continued but now I felt her warm pussy at the tip of my cock. Her juices covering me.

My dick was now extremely hard and covered in my wife’s friends wetness and so I placed the tip at my wife’s entrance and pushed slowly but all the way until I was completely buried to my balls. She started to moan and I just before I pulled back. Her friends hand started teasing my ass a balls Gripping my balls firmly while remained buried.

As I pulled back her friend rubbed my wife’s clit and when I was back all the way in she’d toy with my ass over and over. TO be continued…

Trying a new story. I'd love to know what you think.

It's a work of fiction, but the idea was inspired by a real-life story about a woman who claimed she had sex with her husband's friends in the same small slum room while her husband slept beside them.

PART 01:

I'm Suman, and this is the story of the time I lived with my husband, Gopal, in a small rented room in a Delhi slum. It was the time that changed my life forever.

I got married three months ago. My father was happy because he had fulfilled every dowry demand made by my mother-in-law. She wanted an auto-rickshaw for my husband so that he could stop driving rented autos and earn from one of his own. My father agreed without much discussion.

He wasn't a rich man, but he believed that keeping a young unmarried daughter at home for too long could bring trouble.

He had only one condition.

"I want my daughter to live with her husband in Delhi," he told my mother-in-law. "I don't want her staying back in the village."

I knew why he had said that.

He knew about my involvement with boys from our village. He knew I had already crossed a line that most girls were expected to protect until marriage. He feared that if I stayed away from my husband for too long, I might lose my way again.

My mother-in-law agreed immediately, but she had a condition of her own.

Since my husband was sharing a room with his friends, my father would have to pay the security deposit and one year's rent so that we could rent a room of our own in Delhi.

My father agreed.

And that was how I came to the capital.

I closed my eyes as the cool breeze brushed against my face while my husband drove our auto through the busy Delhi roads for the first time.

As we reached near our slum, I smiled and said, "Let's cook mutton today."

He agreed at once and stopped the auto at a meat shop to buy mutton and the other ingredients.

While I waited in the auto, I looked at my reflection in the side mirror and smiled to myself.

It wasn't the mutton that excited me but what usually came with it.

I knew my husband would buy liquor for himself and a bottle of beer for me. He loved that his wife sat beside him while he drank. He was even proud that he had got me into the habit of drinking.

What he didn't know was that I had been drinking beer long before I married him.

Back in the village, I had shared bottles with friends near the lake. Sometimes we drank beer, sometimes someone brought cigarettes, and before long, couples would quietly disappear into the bushes.

The memory made me press my thighs together.

As I cooked, those memories of our evenings by the lake refused to leave my mind. I wondered how alcohol blurred every line. After a few drinks, people stopped thinking about who they were with. Sometimes girls even disappeared into the bushes with their own cousins, just as I once had.

Later, when all the girls gathered together, we always claimed that we had only kissed or touched. None of us admitted that our clothes came back stained with mud, as if we had been lying on the ground for a long time.

I often wondered what the boys talked about among themselves. Did they tell each other everything that had happened? Or did they lie, just as we did?

As I started kneading the dough for the puris, I could feel the soft dough giving way beneath my fingers. The simple act of pressing and folding it began to fill my body with warmth. Before I knew it, my mind wandered.

This must be how men feel when they press a woman's breasts, I thought.

That led me to another question.

Who had touched me the best before my marriage?

I couldn't reach any conclusion. I had been with a few boys, and those moments in the bushes were always rushed. No one spent much time exploring each other's bodies. Everyone was only trying to find release before someone came looking for us.

I believed you had to be completely naked with someone to truly discover each other's bodies.

That had happened only with my husband. He wasn't bad in bed. He always made sure I found my release. He always made sure I reached my release. But I had imagined marriage would be different. Everything between us followed the same routine. He never took his time or tried anything new.

After washing the flour from my hands, a thought came to me.

Tonight, I would ask him to go down on me for the first time.

I would blame it on the liquor, pretending it was the alcohol giving me the courage to ask.

He was a kind man and I was sure he wouldn't refuse.

Just as I finished washing the flour off my hands, my phone rang.

It was my husband. "Should I invite Shankar for dinner?" he asked as soon as I answered.

Shankar.

Just hearing his name made me take a deep breath.

"Suman?" He asked when I didn't reply.

"Invite him," I said softly.

After the call ended, I kept holding the phone tightly for a few moments.

Ever since I had come to Delhi, I had noticed many men looking at me with desire. Some were my husband's friends, while others were neighbours. It often felt as though they were waiting for a signal from me. Maybe they could sense that I wasn't completely happy in my marriage. Or maybe they were simply trying their luck with another man's wife.

But Shankar was different.

He was married too, and his wife still lived in the village. Yet he never looked at my body the way the others did. Whenever we met, he looked straight into my eyes, and somehow that made me even more conscious of myself.

If the other men desired me because they looked at my body, perhaps I was drawn to Shankar because he didn't.

I couldn't understand why the only man who never looked at my body had become the one I couldn't stop thinking about.

there's a trail i do most weekends pretty close to my house that nobody really uses, which is exactly why i do it, and this couple had their tent set up in the little clearing i usually stop at to drink water and be dramatic about how far i've walked. i almost turned around. i didn't. that's basically the whole story right there but i'll do the long version cause i love being horny for u guys.

the wife saw me first. she was sitting in one of those folding chairs with a book she wasn't reading and she goes "oh thank god, a person, i was starting to think my husband was the only human left alive out here," and the husband, who was doing something pointless with the fire, goes "you say that like it's a bad thing," and she rolls her eyes at me like we're already in on something together. so i stopped. i wasn't in a hurry and she was easy to talk to in that way where you can tell someone's a little bored and a little bit looking for trouble.

we talked for a while about nothing. the trail, their drive up, the fact that i hike alone which she had feelings about. she kept looking at me though. like head to toe, not subtle, and at one point she just goes "you're really pretty, has anyone told you that today," and i said no not today, and she goes "well now someone has."

her husband came over with waters and handed me one and she goes "he's staring too, don't let him pretend he's not." he didn't even deny it. he goes "she told me to be friendly." "i did not say friendly," she said, and looked right at me when she said it.

i should have been at least a little unsure about it. i wasn't. i get like this thing where the second i realize something could happen i kind of go dumb and pliable about it, and she could tell, because she reached over and put her hand on my knee, this sweaty hiking knee, and goes "we've never done this with someone we just met. i think we're going to though. is that okay with you." and i said yeah. that fast.

people can always tell i'm down. i think i just give off slut vibes and an open minded aura or something haha. not that i dont love it. i do. she laughed and goes "she said yeah, babe," to him, delighted, like i was a gift she found.

the tent was small and hot and smelled like sunscreen and it did not matter at all. she sat back down, but in the corner, on the sleeping bag, and she goes "i want to watch him first. i want you to sit right here where i can see everything."

so that's what happened. he got me out of my shorts and made this noise when he realized i didn't have anything on under them and she goes "of course she doesn't, look at her." he went down on me a little first, just enough, and she was already touching herself watching, i could hear it, and she kept up this running thing the whole time, "does that feel good, you can tell him, he likes being told."

when he actually got his cock inside me i think i said something embarrassing. he was rlly big and slow about it and she leaned in close to my face and goes "there it is, there's the look, i knew you'd make that face," and then to him "she's taking all of you, look how good she's being."

he fucked me on my back with her right there next to my head, her hand between her own legs rubbing her clit, narrating it, and i kept turning to look at her because it was somehow the hottest part, this woman watching her husband split me open and getting off on it, going "harder, she can take it, she wants it, look at her," and i did want it, i was pushing back onto him like an idiot.

i asked if he could cum in me. i just asked. and she answered before he could, she goes "oh she wants it inside, give it to her, i want to see it," and he grabbed my hips and did, deep, this long groan, and she made a sound almost as loud as his like she was the one finishing. he stayed in me for a second and she goes "good, keep it in her, don't waste it," and he pulled out slow and she was already moving.

that's the part i keep thinking about. she goes "okay, my turn, i've been waiting," and she got down between my legs and just went for it. licked her husband's cum right out of me, moaning into it, and she'd come up every few seconds to say something filthy, "god he really filled you up," "stay still, i want all of it," and then back down. i had a fistful of the sleeping bag. he was sitting back on his heels just watching his wife clean me out and going "that's it, baby, get it all," and i genuinely lost it, i came with her mouth on me and his cum still leaking into it and her holding my thighs open so i couldn't close them.

we took a break after that. that's the unsexy honest part, we all just kind of lay there in this too hot tent, and someone's water bottle had tipped over and soaked the corner and nobody did anything about it, and she was drawing little circles on my stomach and going "you're staying a while, right," not really a question.

then i got to watch. she climbed on him and told me to sit close, same spot she'd been in, and goes "now you see why i like watching," and honestly, yeah. she rode him slow and looked back at me the whole time, kept reaching for my hand, and he had his hands on her hips going "you should see yourself right now," and she goes "she is seeing me," and laughed.

i was touching myself watching them and she noticed and got this look. "she's doing it too, babe, hurry up." when he came in her she pressed herself all the way down and held it, exactly like she'd made him do for me, this smug satisfied "stay, stay," and then she looked over at me with this grin and goes "you know what to do. fair's fair."

so i returned the favor. i got down between her legs while she was still on top of him, still full of him, and licked his cum out of her while he watched, and she was so loud, hand in my hair, going "oh my god she's actually doing it, good girl, just like that," and him above her going "look at her clean you up, look at that," and her thighs shaking around my head. i made her cum like that, mouth full of both of them, her practically pulling my hair out.

i hiked the rest of the trail after. sweaty, wrecked, definitely still had them on my face a little because i kept catching it, and i passed like two other hikers on the way down and just smiled at them like a completely normal person. she got my number before i left. texted me before i even made it to my car. "i hope we see each other again" she said. i haven't replied yet but something tells me i will soon enough...

my friend mia is the freakiest girl i know. shes petite, tiny waist, perfect tits, and shes done everything. threesomes, girls, public shit, you name it. when i first started dating my boyfriend she saw a picture of us and said "god you two are so hot. id pay to watch you fuck."

i laughed it off. she always says wild shit.

then last weekend she came over after a bad date. we started drinking. one bottle turned into three and suddenly we were all drunk on the couch, legs tangled, talking about sex like it was nothing.

she brought it up again. "you guys are so fucking hot together. id kill to see you suck his dick."

my boyfriend looked at me. i looked at him. something in the air shifted.

i said fine. then i got on my knees between his legs, pulled his cock out, and started sucking him right there. slow at first. letting her see everything.

mia didnt hesitate. she pulled her dress up, pushed her panties to the side, and started rubbing her clit while she watched. glass of wine in one hand, fingers working her pussy with the other. her eyes were locked on my mouth.

my boyfriend was losing it. his hand was in my hair and he kept saying fuck under his breath. mia was breathing hard, legs spread, completely focused on us. i could hear how wet she was.

he didnt last long. the whole situation was too much. he came down my throat while mia watched and moaned and kept touching herself. i swallowed, wiped my mouth, and looked at her.

she just smiled and said "that was the hottest thing ive ever seen."

we didnt fuck that night. but she stayed over. and the next morning things got even dirtier.

if you want the full story let me know.

Real story, we have been trying to have a baby for over 4 years now, we have been to many doctors and they don't have a clear reason why we don't but my last check up was not so good, so being desperate, my wife proposed to have a full discreet swap with another random couple, raw sex to get pregnant after.

I thought it is a joke at first but she keeps mentioning this from time to time, what shocked me most about her idea, that is she is religious, so what would you, if you were in my position?

My senior year of high school, I dated this girl for a little less than a year. She was SO cool. Like green hair and choker necklace cool, ya know? I really loved her in a puppy love/teenager kinda way. We lost our virginities to each other.

She was also incredibly horny. One of, if not THE horniest girl I’ve ever known. We fucked very often, at least a couple times a week (which seems like a lot for high schoolers) and we’d always use condoms. She wasn’t on birth control.

Well, we ended up breaking up shortly before graduating. It was somewhat mutual, we just didn’t see it working out long term, but we remained close friends for years. Kinda had a Jerry and Elaine type thing going on. And yes, we’d also occasionally have sex when we were each single and horny

When we were 19, she mentioned how she’s going on birth control. She was so excited to let her boyfriend cum in her. “I finally get to feel raw sex!” She’d said. I was slightly jealous tbh, but I knew I shouldn’t be. I just couldn’t help it! By this point I’d had some condomless sex in my life, so I knew that they were both in for a treat

Out of nowhere, he dumps her!! She was sad, of course, but it wasn’t too bad. They were only together for a few months. Shortly afterwards, we were talking about it. “I was also really excited for him to cum in me. My friend is on birth control and she says you can feel everything”

“Yeah…” I responded, “it’s absolutely a night and day difference. Literally the best feeling in the whole world”

She shrugged. “Well, his loss. I guess you’re the lucky guy”

“Really?!” I didn’t bother containing my excitement.

“I mean, right?” She said. “You’re the only guy I trust like that. I’m not gonna let some random dude shoot the club up.” I was so excited! She chuckled at me. “BUT!” She said “you have to do the same thing I was gonna make him do. You cant cum for a few days. I really wanna feel it.”

“Okay… weirdo” gosh I loved her.

A few days pass. It’s torture. Everyday waking up with insane morning wood and not doing anything about it starts to get old. I send her a nude saying “please I need to cum” to which she replies with a pussy pic saying “in here :)” Jesus Christ. I’m gonna explode

We make plans to hang out the following day when we each had off work. I go over to her house and she leaps into my arms, wrapping herself around me. Shes pretty thin and a good bit shorter than me, so I carry her to the bedroom with ease. I toss her down on the bed. I see her glance down at the groin, which was already bulging just from hugging her. “Going 4 days without cumming is so uncomfortable” I told her

“You’ll feel much better in a second” she said, smiling up at me. She reached inside my waistband and pulls my shorts down, my dick springing free. It was summer so I just wore gym shorts. She takes me into her mouth and I’m already throbbing. “Oh god” I muttered. She stops and looks up at me

“What?”

“It may literally only be a second” I laughed “I’m like, almost about to cum”

She giggled. “Seriously?!”

“Yes! It’s your fault! You’re the one who told me not to do anything for days!”

“So…. If I keep doing this..?” She started stroking my dick gently “you’ll cum?”

“Yes!!!! Oh my god. Do you want me to cum in you?”

“Yes!” She quickly turned around and peeled her running shorts down around her knees, presenting her pussy. I felt it and it was soaked. I pressed my tip against her pussy and started to slide in but stopped, briefly hesitant. As many times as we’d fucked, we’d never not used a condom. It felt like we were forgetting something

“You okay?” She asked. “Yeah” was all I could manage. She then continued what I had started, inching back ever so slowly until eventually she’s all the way back, her cheeks pressed firmly against my thighs.

“Oh god” I whimpered “I’m gonna cum”

“What??” She laughs. “You haven’t even moved yet!”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m cumming. Oh lord” I pulled her hips back against mine and unleashed four days worth of cum all inside her. She giggled as I throbbed and throbbed, not even attempting to hold anything back. She wiggled her hips side to side gently, patiently waiting while I finished my orgasm. I stood there a moment, still inside her. A few seconds go by and I catch my breath. “Well?” She asked, looking back. “Better?”

“Yes….” Was all I could muster. She giggled and wiggled her hips again, my dick going soft inside her. “How’d it feel?” I asked her

“Oh yeah, definitely different. Much warmer than I was expecting”

I had no desire to ever pull out of her pussy ever again, but I couldn’t just stand there all day. Even though I wanted to. Eventually I got up the courage and I slowly pulled out, standing back to admire my work. A sizable dripped out immediately. What a beautiful sight

I tend to get really horny when I'm high and I had decided to go all out that day. I wore my favourite tube top which makes my tits look like they might fall out with any movement. I love watching people as they visibly get turned on by my outfits.

My friend (20M) and I have been friends since highschool and we sort of always had tension. But we were in other relationships at that time, it never really worked out. Honestly i just really wanted to fuck him really badly. I usually flirt with him and tease him by pressing my tits against him and using a very flirty tone with him but he always manages to one up me by flirting back.

I didn't expect to get that high that night. I didn't remember what happened at all. All i know is that I woke up the next day on my friend's BED.

He saw my eyes widening and laughed at me. We started talking about the previous night and apparently one of our friends had made a video of me humping my friend while whimpering in his ears to fuck me WTH THAT WAS SO EMBARRASSING but at the same time I remembered how horny I was, i even left a trail of my wetness on his thigh. There were like multiple guys laughing and spanking my ass as I grinded on him. Oh i enjoyed the attention from everyone. Some guys tried to slip my top off but my friend swatted their arms away and carried me to his car.

At this point in his room in the morning, i was so fucking horny and all the emptiness I had felt yesterday night was coming back to me. I needed him so bad. He was in bed so close to me and I just went for the kiss before he could say something embarrassing. He didn't waste any time before kissing me back aggressively.He grabbed my hair and yanked me in. No one had ever made me moan that loudly before. His bulge was so huge, my mouth watered at the sight.

He couldn't keep his hands off my tits, said that he was desperate to get his hands "on these huge tits".

The hottest thing ever was when he started sucking on my nipples while fingering me with his hand. His fingers felt exactly like how I imagine when i masturbate. He fingered me and ate me out till i squirted all over his fucking face. I was almost ready to pass out but I really really wanted to suck him off

until i swallowed every drop of his load. He took a picture of that sight with my eyes all hazy, mouth wide open with the cum stains leaking out and posted it on his fucking instagram.

I sure had a lot of follow requests that day.

I had been thinking about it for weeks. Every time Samuel walked past me in those loose basketball shorts, every time he hugged me goodnight with those strong arms that had somehow developed over the past year, every time he looked at me with those innocent blue eyes that had no idea what I was planning.

My little brother Samuel just turned eighteen yesterday, and I knew exactly what I wanted to give him for his birthday. Something he'd never forget. Something I'd been fantasizing about since I caught him staring at my cleavage during a family dinner three months ago.

That night, I'd seen the bulge in his pants when he thought no one was looking. I'd heard him in the shower, taking way too long, and I'd pressed my ear to the door, listening to those soft groans that made my thighs clench together. He was my brother, but he was also a man now, and I wanted to be the one to show him what that really meant.

The night before his birthday, I'd made sure to wear something particularly revealing around the house. A thin tank top with no bra, tiny shorts that rode up when I bent over. I'd watched him struggle to maintain eye contact, watched his hands shake when he passed me the salt at dinner, watched the way his eyes kept drifting down to my chest.

"You okay, Sammy?" I'd asked innocently, leaning forward so he could see everything.

"Fine," he'd croaked, his voice cracking in that endearing way it did when he was flustered. "Just tired."

I'd smiled to myself and gone to bed early, setting my alarm for 6 AM. I wanted to catch him in that delicious state between sleep and waking, when the body responded before the mind could catch up

I woke up before the alarm, my body humming with anticipation. I'd slept in nothing but a silk robe, and I untied it as I crept across the hall to his room. The house was silent, our parents away on their annual anniversary trip. We had the whole weekend to ourselves, and I planned to make the most of it.

His door was slightly ajar, and I slipped inside. The morning light filtered through his curtains, casting soft shadows across his sleeping form. He was on his back, one arm thrown over his head, the sheets tangled around his waist. His bare chest rose and fell with steady breaths, and I felt a rush of heat between my legs.

He looked so peaceful. So innocent.

I wanted to ruin him.

I pulled the sheet down slowly, revealing his boxers. Even in sleep, there was a definite bulge there, and I bit my lip, already imagining what it would feel like in my mouth. I'd been with other guys before, but this was different. This was forbidden. This was everything I'd been craving.

I knelt beside his bed, reaching out to trace my fingers along the waistband of his boxers. He stirred slightly but didn't wake. Good. I wanted him to wake up to the feeling of my mouth on him.

I pulled his boxers down just enough to free his cock. He was already semi-hard, and I wrapped my hand around him, feeling the warmth and weight of him. He was bigger than I'd expected, thick and long, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"That's right, Sammy," I whispered, leaning down. "Your big sister's going to give you a birthday present you'll never forget."

I took him in my mouth.

He tasted like sleep and skin, and I savored the sensation as I took him deeper. My tongue traced along the underside of his shaft, and I felt him twitch, growing harder in my mouth. A low moan escaped his lips, and I knew he was starting to wake up.

"Mm... what the..." His voice was groggy, confused.

I pulled back just enough to look at him. His eyes were wide, his mouth open in shock as he registered what was happening.

"Shh," I murmured, stroking him slowly. "Happy birthday, baby brother."

"Anya, what are you—we can't—" He tried to push me away, but his body betrayed him. His hips bucked up instinctively, seeking more contact.

"Yes, we can," I said, my voice firm. "I've wanted this for so long, Sammy. I know you have too. I've seen the way you look at me. I've heard you in the shower, touching yourself thinking about me."

His face flushed crimson. "I—that's not—"

"Don't lie to me." I leaned down and licked the tip of his cock, tasting the pre-cum that had beaded there. "I want to hear you say it. Tell me you want this."

He was fully hard now, his cock straining toward me like it had a mind of its own. His hands gripped the sheets, his knuckles white.

"I want it," he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Fuck, Anya, I want it so bad. I've been dreaming about this for months."

"That's my good boy," I purred, taking him back into my mouth.

I worked him with my tongue and lips, taking him deep into my throat. He was bigger than I'd anticipated, and I had to relax my jaw to accommodate him. His hands found my hair, tangling in the strands as he gasped.

"God, Anya, your mouth is so—fuck—I'm not going to last—"

"Then don't," I said, pulling off just long enough to speak. "I want to taste you, Sammy. I want you to come down my throat."

I took him again, bobbing my head faster. My hand wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking in rhythm with my mouth. His hips started thrusting up, fucking my face as he lost control.

"I'm close," he warned, his voice strained. "Anya, I'm gonna—"

I moaned around him, the vibration pushing him over the edge. He came with a cry, his hands tightening in my hair as he spilled into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, looking up at him through my lashes as he watched me with wide, disbelieving eyes.

"Fuck," he breathed. "That was... that was incredible."

I pulled off him with a wet pop, licking my lips. "We're not done yet."

I stood up, letting my robe fall to the floor. His eyes traveled over my naked body, stopping at my breasts, then lower to the triangle of dark hair between my legs.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered. "I never thought—I mean, I dreamed, but I never thought it would actually—"

"Stop thinking," I said, climbing onto the bed and straddling his hips. "Just feel."

I positioned myself over him, his cock pressing against my entrance. I was already soaked, my pussy aching to be filled.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his hands gripping my hips. "Anya, once we do this, there's no going back."

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life." I sank down onto him, taking him inch by inch into my wet heat.

We both moaned at the sensation. He filled me perfectly, stretching me in ways I hadn't experienced before. I paused when he was fully inside me, letting us both adjust.

"So tight," he gasped. "Fuck, Anya, you're so tight."

I started moving, rocking my hips in slow circles. His hands moved from my hips to my breasts, cupping them, thumbing my nipples. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, and rode him faster.

"Look at me," I commanded, and his eyes met mine. "I want you to watch me come on your cock."

His hips bucked up, meeting my movements. The angle was perfect, his cock hitting that spot deep inside me that made stars dance behind my eyes.

"Harder," I begged. "Fuck me harder, Sammy."

He flipped us over, pinning me to the mattress. He was on top of me now, his body covering mine, his cock still buried deep inside me. He started thrusting, fast and hard, and I cried out, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"You feel so good," he groaned, his face buried in my neck. "So fucking good. I've wanted this for so long. I've wanted you for so long."

"Fuck me," I begged, my nails raking down his back. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

He pounded into me, his rhythm frantic and desperate. My second orgasm was building, and I could feel his cock twitching inside me.

"Come with me," I gasped. "Sammy, come with me."

"I'm going to," he groaned. "Fuck, Anya, I'm going to come so hard."

I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me as I screamed his name. My walls clenched around him, and he followed me over the edge, his hot seed spilling inside me as he cried out my name.

He collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing heavily. His cock was still inside me, softening, and I felt a surge of affection for this boy who had just become a man in my arms.

"Happy birthday," I whispered, kissing his forehead.

He laughed, burying his face in my neck. "Best birthday ever."

"Don't get too comfortable," I said, a wicked smile playing on my lips. "We have the whole weekend."

He lifted his head, his eyes wide with anticipation. "Seriously?"

"Seriously." I pushed him onto his back, climbing on top of him again. "I'm not done with you yet, baby brother. Not even close."

He grinned, pulling me down for a kiss. "Then show me what else you've got."

And I did.

We spent the rest of the weekend exploring each other, learning every inch of each other's bodies. There were no regrets, no guilt, just the overwhelming rightness of being together. We knew it was forbidden, that our family would never understand, but we didn't care.

We loved each other in ways we'd never been taught were wrong.

And for the first time in our lives, we both felt truly whole.

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​​im 21, and my mom is basically the final boss of charity work. her bff linda is 50 and she’s the sweetest, most humble human i’ve ever met. she’s just soft, kind, and genuinely pure. no clout chasing, just irl lo-fi woman. she has this way of making everyone feel seen, and her aura is just incredibly peaceful.

​lately we’ve been locked in on the grind for our ngo doing the most for the community. we’ve been running a judgment-free "free store" for families, prepping hundreds of warm meals for the shelter during the cold snap, and we even organized a massive back-to-school drive so every kid had a fresh start. we also spent a whole weekend planting a community garden and set up a pop-up pantry for seniors who can't get out to shop. it’s real-deal social service and it honestly feels amazing.

​last week we were at the warehouse till late sorting donations. it was just us two yapping while i did the heavy lifting. the "feel good" energy was peak. i’ve done a lot of work, but doing it with her hits different because she’s so genuine about it.

​at one point she looked at me and said, "you have such a good heart." it wasn't even weird, just a moment of real connection. she’s 50 and im 21, but we’re both just good humans trying to make the world suck less. she’s got this calm energy that makes me want to be a better person, no cap.

​i drove home feeling like i was on a cloud. it’s rare to find someone that real in a world that’s usually so fake.

i’m 21, and honestly, i was trying so hard to stay on that pure grind. i went about two weeks without touching myself.. just gym, social work, and trying to stay disciplined. but being 21 with a naturally high drive is a literal torture chamber sometimes. the pressure in my head was building up so much that i felt like i was actually going to explode.

​finally, i cracked. i sat down at 2 a.m., opened my laptop, and went straight to my favorite site. i didn't even look at the recommended stuff; i knew exactly what i was looking for. i typed in: bdsm

​i fapped that night, and it felt like a massive relief in the moment, but then i did it again the next day. and the next. now i’m stuck in this loop, just trying to drain the physical tension, but it feels like i can't get rid of it. no matter what i watch on the screen, my head is somewhere else entirely. the drive is just too high to handle right now.

then, it happened. i was scrolling through some random video, and this woman appeared who had the exact same vibe as linda. she had those same kind, humble eyes and that tall, frame. my brain literally glitched. i wasn't even watching the video anymore; i was back at the ngo office, watching linda reach for a stack of donation clipboards. the thought of her, this soft, good lady who spends her life helping people, being absolutely wrecked by a guy my age made me go feral. i gripped the edge of my desk, my breath coming in jagged gasps, and i let go. it was a literal lorry load of cum, just ropes of it, while i shook and whispered her name into the dark.

​after that, it wasn't just a crush. it was a total, 100% obsession. i couldn't even function around her normally. every time i saw her at the warehouse, i was scanning her like a milfyyyy. i’ve spent hundreds of hours yapping with her, but now every word was a test. ​linda is tall, and she’s got these long, thick built legs that look like they could hold a man down forever. and the 44dd boobies? they’re actual weapons.

she tries to hide them under those flowy charity shirts, but when she leans over to label a box of school supplies, i see the sheer weight of them, heavy, soft, and natural. i started obsessing over every inch of her. i noticed the way her shirt would sometimes pull up when she reached for a high shelf, revealing her midriff. she has this perfect, deep round navel that looks so soft against her tanned skin. and her ass? it’s a thick built dream, shaped like a heart and so soft i could practically feel it in my hands just by looking. ​we’d be standing there sorting through clothes for the homeless, and we’d have these feel good conversations that were killing me.

i was yapping non stop just to hear her voice:

me: "linda, you’ve been on your feet for six hours. sit down, i’ll finish the inventory."

linda: "you’re always so thoughtful, gfc. i don't know what i'd do without you."

me: "i just like making sure you’re taken care of."

linda: "your mom really raised a gentleman. you have such a servant's heart."

me: "maybe i just have a heart for you, linda."

linda: "oh stop it, you're going to make an old lady blush."

me: "you're not old, linda. you're just getting better."

linda: "is that a compliment? i'll take it."

me: "you should. you're the most beautiful woman in this building."

linda: "well, i'm the only woman in this building right now!"

me: "exactly. and i'm not complaining."

linda: "should we finish these food kits? the shelter needs them by five."

me: "don't worry about the time. i'm fast."

linda: "i've noticed. you have so much energy."

me: "it's easy to work hard when i'm working with you."

linda: "you always know exactly what to say, don't you?"

me: "i'm just being real with you."

linda: "it's refreshing. most boys your age are so... different."

me: "i'm not most boys, linda. i think you're starting to see that."

linda: "i think i am. you're very mature."

me: "mature enough to know what i want."

linda: "and what is it that you want?"

me: "just to see you happy. and maybe some coffee."

linda: "i can definitely help with the coffee."

me: "black, no sugar. like my soul, right?"

linda: "your soul isn't black. it's gold."

me: "if you say so. you see the best in everyone."

linda: "it's a gift. and a curse."

me: "i'll try not to let it be a curse for you."

linda: "i appreciate that. can you lift this crate?"

me: "for you? i'd lift the whole building."

linda: "my hero."

me: "don't call me that, i might start believing it."

linda: "you should. you're doing amazing work."

me: "we're a good team, linda."

linda: "the best. your mother is going to be so impressed."

me: "let's keep this our little secret for now. the progress we made."

linda: "our secret? i like the sound of that." me: "it has a nice ring to it."

linda: "it does. you're very charming today."

me: "it's the humidity. makes me honest."

linda: "honest is good. i like honest."

me: "good to know. because i've got a lot of honesty left."

linda: "i'm sure you do. let's get back to the school supplies."

me: "you lead the way. i'm right behind you."

linda: "i know you are. i can feel you watching me."

me: "just making sure you don't trip."

linda: "is that all?"

me: "for now."

​she’d laugh it off, thinking i was just being a sweet kid, but i was looking at the way her 44dds swayed when she laughed. i was planning. i was mapping out her body. i knew she wasn't that type, but the more she acted like a saint, the more i wanted to see her lose her mind. i wanted to take that humble, soft lady and turn her into a screaming mess. the obsession was practical now, i was just waiting for the one moment where the good human vibes would finally snap. ​i will fuck you bitch in mind..

am using all my intelligence for preparing a perfect plan to bang my l. there was no "map." there was just the fact that every time linda walked past me, i’d hold my breath. extremely horny and the drive is constant. it’s like a background noise that never stops. i’d be at the gym, doing whatever, and i’d catch myself thinking about her jackfruit sized boobies. she’s exactly my height. i’d imagine just turning her around and seeing if her hips actually fit in my hands.

​my "planning" was just me being a creep in my own head. i’d tell myself: "tomorrow, just don't act like her friend’s kid. don't smile when she makes a joke. just look at her." i knew the janitor left early on fridays. i knew the annex warehouse door had that heavy latch. i knew if we stayed late, we’d eventually be alone. i wasn't counting tiles; i was counting the minutes until everyone else left so i could see if i actually had the balls to do something. i was obsessing over the table in the back because it was the only place to sit..i tried something and failed it all.

i failed many times cause my balls were small for situations..

​failure 1:

we were looking for extra tape. the closet is tiny. i was right behind her. her hair smelled like that cuticura soap she uses. i reached out to put my hand on her side, but my heart was beating so fast i thought i was going to have a heart attack. i literally started sweating. i moved my hand back and pretended to be looking for a box on the floor. she didn't even notice. i felt like a total idiot.

​failure 2:

we were at the loading dock. i had this whole speech ready about how i couldn't stop thinking about her. i turned to her, and she had this really kind, tired look on her face. she said, "i'm so glad your mom suggested you volunteer here, gfc." it was like a slap. i couldn't say it. i couldn't be the guy who tries to hit on his mom’s best friend while she’s talking about how "good" i am. i just looked at the rain and felt pathetic.

​failure 3:

i sat on the edge of her desk while we were looking at the inventory. i was trying to look "mature" and "intense." i let my leg touch hers. i left it there for like thirty seconds, waiting for her to look at me. she just reached over me to grab a pen and said, "oops, sorry, i'm in your way." she didn't even feel it. she literally thought of me as a piece of furniture. i felt invisible and and left the chat..

​failure 4:

i actually walked to the annex door to lock it while she was in the back. i was going to make it this big moment. i touched the metal handle, and then i heard her laughing at something on her phone. she sounded so normal. so... not like a woman in a video. i realized if i locked that door and she wasn't into it, i was a coward. i let go of the handle like it was hot. i went to the bathroom and splashed water on my face, wondering why i was even doing this. ​i went home and lay on my bed for three hours, just staring at the wall.. i couldn't even make a move on a woman who was three feet away from me... 😭

next day: i decided that this is my last successful chance.. i don't fail here.. the warehouse was dead quiet except for the hum of the old refrigerator in the corner. we were standing by the big metal table where we usually sort the clothes for the shelter. the air was thick. it felt like it was hard to breathe.

linda: (pulling a long piece of clear tape across a box) that is the last of the school kits. my back is absolutely killing me tonight.

me: (leaning against the forklift, just watching her) you always overwork yourself.

linda: (she stops and wipes her forehead with the back of her hand) someone has to. these kids need their supplies by monday.

me: i know. but you have been here since eight am.

linda: (she looks at me and gives that tired sweet smile) you are still here too. you are a good man gfc. really.

me: (i don't smile back) stop saying that linda.

linda: (she looks confused and sets the tape gun down) stop saying what. that you are a good person.

me: yeah. just stop it.

linda: (she walks around the table and stands a few feet away) okay. you are being very strange tonight. did i do something to upset you.

me: no. you didn't do anything.

linda: then what is it. you have been staring at me like you are angry for the last hour.

me: i am not angry.

linda: then what is that look.

me: it is the look of someone who is tired of lying to himself.

linda: (she tilts her head and her hair falls over her shoulder) lying about what.

me: about why i am really here every night.

linda: you are here to help the community. you are here because you care.

me: (i take a step toward her) no. i am here because i can't stand being away from you.

linda: (she laughs a little nervous laugh) oh gfc. you are just sweet. you have a little crush on your moms friend. it is cute.

me: (i step closer until i am right in her space) it is not a crush linda. and it is definitely not cute.

linda: (the laugh dies out and she takes a half step back) okay. you are making me a little uncomfortable now.

me: i have been uncomfortable for a month. i have been in a literal torture chamber watching you move around this warehouse.

linda: (she looks at the door) i think we should go home. it is late

me: (i move and block her path to the door) i am not going anywhere until i say what i need to say.

linda: (her voice is shaking a little) gfc move out of the way.

me: no.

linda: (she looks me in the eyes and i see her pupils dilate) what do you want from me.

me: i want to bang you linda. i want to feel every inch of you.

linda: (she gasps and her hand goes to her throat) oh my god. you... you cannot speak to me like that.

me: i just did. i have spent two weeks without touching myself just thinking about this moment.

linda: (she is breathing fast now) i am your mothers best friend. i have known you since you were a child.

me: i am not a child anymore. look at me. i am twenty one. i am a man.

linda: (she looks down at my chest and then back up) you are being disrespectful.

me: i am being real. i have been mapping out your body in my head. i know exactly how those 44dds would look out of that shirt.

linda: (she lets out a shaky breath) stop it. please stop it.

me: why. because you don't like it. or because you do.

linda: (she shakes her head but she doesn't move) i am fifty years old. i am an old woman compared to you.

me: you are a woman. and you are the only thing i want. i want to see you lose that saint act.

linda: (she looks at the warehouse door and then back at me) someone is going to come in.

me: the door is locked linda. the janitor is gone. it is just us.

linda: (she moves her hand and touches the edge of the packing table to steady herself) my heart is beating so fast.

me: (i reach out and put my hand over her heart) i can feel it. it is slamming against your ribs.

linda: (she doesn't pull away) this is going to ruin everything.

me: i don't care about everything. i only care about this.

linda: (she looks up at me and her eyes are wet) i have been so lonely. nobody has looked at me like a woman in ten years.

me: i have been looking at you like a woman since the first day i walked in here.

linda: (she whispers) you really want me.

me: i want to bang you linda. i want to see you forget your own name.

linda: (she lets out a low moan and her head falls back) oh god.

me: (i grab her waist and pull her flush against me) say it. tell me you want it.

linda: (she looks over my shoulder at the long dark aisle of the warehouse, her hands still clutching my hoodie) gfc wait... is this... is this really a good place for this. we’re right in the open.

​me: it’s the best place. nobody is coming in here.

​linda: (she shifts on the metal table, the steel making a cold scraping sound under her) but the janitor... she’s usually here until late on wednesdays. i saw her cart earlier near the breakroom.

​me: she went home, linda. i saw her clock out and lock the side gate twenty minutes ago. we’re the only ones left.

​linda: (she bites her lip, looking toward the front of the building) but the door... i didn't hear it click. someone will see us from the street if they walk by. the door is open, isn't it.

​me: the door is shut. i locked the heavy latch and the deadbolt right after the last donation truck pulled out. i’ve been waiting for this all night..

me: (i stepped between her knees, spreading them wider until her thighs hit my hips. the heat coming off her was insane.) stop trying to cover yourself. put your hands down.

linda: (her hands were hovering over her chest, trying to hide the weight of her 44dds. she was shaking so hard her teeth were almost chattering.) i can’t. gfc, i feel so exposed. the light is too bright. look at me... i’m sagging, i’m old...

me: (i grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the metal table on either side of her hips. i leaned in until my nose brushed her neck.) you aren't old. you’re ripe. you’re heavy. i’ve been staring at these through your shirt for a year. let me see them move.

linda: (she let out a broken sob and arched her back, thrusting her chest forward. her nipples were dark and hard, reacting to the cold air.) then look. god, just look. i feel like i’m going to have a heart attack. my heart is beating so fast it hurts.

me: (i looked down. her stomach was soft, rising and falling with jagged breaths. her jeans were still around her ankles, trapping her legs. i reached down and gripped the waistband of her panties.) lift your hips.

linda: (she fumbled, trying to lift her heavy bottom off the steel, but her jeans were tangled.) i’m trying... i’m stuck... god, this is so messy. i’m so clumsy.

me: (i didn't wait. i yanked the fabric down. it snapped against her skin. i pulled them off one foot, then the other, throwing them into the dark.) i don't want neat. i want messy. open your legs wider.

linda: (she spread them as wide as the jeans would let her. the sight of her pussy hit me like a punch. it was mature, dark hair, glistening with wetness. she was soaking.) oh god... don't look at it like that.

me: (i reached out and touched her. just one finger sliding through the wetness. it was hot, slick, and slimy.) look at this. you’re dripping, linda. the saint is dripping all over the sorting table.

linda: (she squeezed her eyes shut and threw her head back, hitting the cardboard boxes behind her.) shut up! don't say that! i can’t help it... my body is just... reacting. i haven't been touched in so long.

me: (i rubbed my thumb over her clit. it was swollen. she bucked her hips, her heels banging against the metal table legs.) tell me how long.

linda: (she gasped, a sharp, whistling sound.) years... ten years... gfc, please... stop teasing... i need... i need it inside.

me: (i unbuckled my belt. the metal clinked loudly in the quiet warehouse. i shoved my jeans down just enough to free myself. i was rock hard, throbbing, leaking precum.) open your eyes. look at what you’re begging for.

linda: (she opened her eyes. they were glazed, wet, wild. she looked down at my cock and her breath hitched.) jesus... you’re so big. you’re so swollen. gfc, you’re going to hurt me. i haven't stretched in...

me: (i grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her waist.) you’ll stretch. you’re made for this.

linda: (she reached out, her hands trembling, and wrapped her fingers around my cock. her skin was cool, mine was burning.) it’s so heavy. it’s pulsing. i can feel your heartbeat in it.

me: (i batted her hands away.) don't touch. just take it. (i lined the tip up with her entrance. she was so wet it practically slid in the first inch on its own.)

linda: (she let out a low, guttural moan and bit her lip until it turned white.) oh... oh wow. just the tip is... it feels like fire.

me: (i didn't wait. i gripped her waist and drove forward. not slow. hard. i sank into her to the hilt in one motion.)

linda: (she screamed. it wasn't a word. it was a high, sharp cry that echoed off the corrugated metal roof. her body went rigid, her inner muscles clamping down on my cock like a vice.) fuck!

me: (i held still, buried deep inside her. the tightness was unbelievable. hot, wet velvet squeezing me from every side.) breathe. breathe, linda.

linda: (she was panting, short, panic-filled breaths. tears were streaming down her face.) it’s too much... it’s too big... i can feel you in my stomach... oh god, gfc... you’re filling every corner of me.

me: (i started to withdraw, pulling almost all the way out. the friction sound was loud—a wet schlick.) i’m not leaving. i’m just getting started.

linda: (she whimpered as i left her empty for a split second.) don't go... don't...

me: (i slammed back in. thwack. the sound of my hips hitting her heavy thighs was loud. the metal table screeched across the floor.)

linda: (her head snapped back. her 44dds bounced violently, hitting my chest with a heavy, soft thud.) yes! oh god, yes! do it again! wreck me!

me: (i found the rhythm. pull out. slam in. pull out. slam in. slap. squelch. screech. thud.) you like that? you like the 21-year-old drive?

linda: (she wrapped her thick legs around my waist, locking her ankles behind my back, pulling me deeper. she was clawing at my shoulders.) i love it! i love it! i’m a slut for it! make me feel it!

me: (i grabbed her tits. my hands sank into the soft, heavy flesh. i squeezed hard, twisting her nipples.) say it again. say what you are.

linda: (she was sobbing now, a messy, wrecked sound.) i’m a slut... i’m your mom’s slutty friend... oh god, gfc, you’re hitting the spot... right there... deeper!

me: (i picked up the pace. i was feral. the smell of sex and sweat was choking me. i was grunting, low animal sounds coming from my chest. i felt her pussy spasming, milking me.) i’m going to ruin you for anyone else. you know that!!

linda: (her eyes rolled back. she was drooling a little, her mouth hanging open.) ruin me... please ruin me... break me open... i don't want anyone else... just this... just this...

me: (i shifted my angle, grinding my pubic bone against her clit with every thrust. she screamed again, her body arching off the table.)

linda: i’m close! i’m close! don't stop! whatever you do, don't stop!

me: (i felt the pressure building in my balls. the "lorry load" was ready. i grabbed her throat—not hard enough to choke, just enough to hold her still.) cum for me. cum on my cock.

linda: (her pussy clamped down hard, fluttering wildly. she shook, her heels drumming on my back.) i’m cumming! gfc! oh god.

me: (i drove it in deep, bottoming out, and held it there. i exploded. hot, thick ropes of sperm shooting into her, filling her up, coating her insides. i roared, burying my face in her sweaty neck.)

linda: (she wailed, a long, dying sound, as she felt me pulsing inside her. she went limp, collapsing back onto the cold steel, her chest heaving, her legs twitching around my waist.)

me: (panting, sweat dripping off my nose onto her chest.) look at you. look at what i did to you.

linda: ahhh...you filled me... i can feel it... you filled me up.

me: (i stop her as she turns toward the loading dock door) wait. come here.

​linda: (she turns around, looking totally wrecked, her hair still messy and her shirt half-buttoned) gfc, i have to go. if i stay another second i’m going to collapse right here on the concrete.

​me: (i ignore her and step into her space. i reach inside her open shirt and grab both of her heavy 44dds. i don't cup them. i press them hard. i mean really hard. my fingers dig deep into the pale, soft skin, squeezing them together with actual force until she makes a sharp, wounded sound.)

​linda: (she winces, her breath hitching, but she pushes her chest into my hands instead of pulling away) ah... god... that’s so tight... you're bruising me...

​me: (i hold the pressure, staring her right in the eyes while i grind my thumbs into her flesh) feel that? that’s my mark. every time you hit a bump on the drive home, i want you to feel exactly how sore you are right there. i want you to feel my hands on you all night.

​linda: (she nods frantically, her eyes wet and wide) i will... i swear i will... i can feel it pulsing.. 😩

to be continued..

With my head down against the floor and the lower half of my body naked and exposed, I couldn’t believe where I was. My little pleated tennis skirt was now so far up my body that it had bunched around my hips, and my complete lack of panties meant that Matt–one of my closest friends and de facto tennis teacher–could see everything.

Was I dreaming?

Or had I really done something this slutty?

“Nearly got it…” I called, my arm under the gap in the wall, my hand wrapped around the ball, my heart racing as I pretended to search for it, my pussy and ass completely spread for him.

The longer I held the pose, the faster my heart was beating, and my head was starting to swim with slutty thoughts.I wished he was behind me at that moment, placing his palm between my legs and gently pushing his fingers inside me.

I felt my throat go dry and my nipples harden.

Fuck, I needed something to suck. Badly.

“Got it,” I called, opening my legs a little wider and popping my pussy out as much as I possibly could, giving him one final view before standing up and smoothing down my skirt.

Matt’s face was priceless.

His mouth was slightly open, his eyes were wide, and his skin was crimson; the latter I presumed was more than just the result of the exercise. He wasn't just looking at me, either; he was staring, his gaze fixed on my hips as if he could see right through the thin fabric of the skirt.

I bounced the ball on the court, the sound sharp and loud in the sudden silence. “What?”

“Sarah…” he said. “You know you’re…not…um…” He trailed off.

“What?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”

He didn't answer. He just stood there, one hand still gripping his racket, the other hanging loosely at his side. And his shorts…oh god, his shorts. They were doing a terrible job of hiding his reaction. The fabric was stretched tight over a very obvious, very hard cock, pointing up and slightly to the left, straining against the material, a clear ridge outlining his length. Seeing it, seeing how hard I had made him, only made me want to push him further.

I walked to the net, my hips swaying with an exaggerated rhythm. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the white tape, knowing the position pushed my ass out behind me. The skirt hem barely covered anything now.

"You seem distracted," I said, my voice low. "Something on your mind?"

His eyes darted from my face down to my chest. "No. I’m good…”

"Good,” I smiled, pretending his erection wasn’t obvious. Pretending I wasn’t thinking about trying to take it all inside me. Pretending I hadn't been thinking about him when I’d been on all fours.

That’s when I came up with my evil plan…

“Wanna work on my backhand?”

"Sure," Matt said. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, what did you want to–"

“I’ll come around,” I said, already starting my journey, my hips swaying. I stopped in front of him and turned my back to him, bending slightly at the waist. "Okay, show me what I'm doing wrong," I said, holding my racket limply.

He took a deep breath, and I watched his chest rise and fall. "Right," he said, his voice a little steadier. "So, you want to stand sideways to the net, like this.”

“I can’t see you,” I said, looking back over my shoulder. “Come and show me.”

He moved to stand behind me, and I felt a fresh wave of heat wash over my body. He was close now, and I knew my horniness was taking over.

"Okay," he said, his voice right next to my ear. "Just...relax. Let me guide you."

I sighed with pleasure and felt my legs relax slightly as I backed up into him. He placed his hands on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh just above the hem of my skirt. "You're too stiff," he murmured, his breath hot against my neck. "You need to loosen up."

I leaned back into him further, and for the first time, I felt his hard cock press against my ass through the thin fabric of my skirt. "Like this?" I asked, my voice breathy.

"Yeah," he said, his voice strained. "Just...like that."

He adjusted his stance, his legs bracketing mine, and I could feel his entire length pressed against me. "Now, when you swing," he continued, his hands still on my hips. "You need to pivot your back foot and rotate your hips. Like this." He guided me through the motion, his hands pushing my hips forward and then around, and I ground my ass back against him, slowly and deliberately.

"Oh," I gasped, feigning surprise. "I see."

I could feel him getting harder, his cock straining against his shorts, pushing between my cheeks. I pressed back against him again, this time with a little more pressure, and I felt him throb.

"Is that right?" I asked, looking back at him over my shoulder. "Am I doing it right?"

"Y-yeah," he stammered, his hands tightening on my hips. "You're a...you're a natural."

I could feel the wetness between my legs. I wanted him to touch me, to slip his hands under my skirt and feel how wet I was for him.

"Again," he said. "Let's do it again."

I swung the racket again, and as I pivoted, I ground my ass against him fully now, a slow, circular motion that took me from the base of his cock to the tip.

“Sometimes,” I said, my breath coming fast and hot now, my inhibitions far in the metaphorical rear-view mirror. I slowly slid my hands up my thighs, still gyrating my hips, until my fingers reached my pleated skirt. “I just wish someone would show me what to do…”

I continued to lift my hands, taking the skirt with me, slowly pulling it upward, revealing my thighs, my hips, my ass. Suddenly I was naked from the waist down, my body pressed against his.

“Like…” I was breathing heavily now. “Really showed me what to do, you know? Just…took charge of the situation…”

Behind me, I felt Matt pull down his shorts, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I was going to get exactly what I deserved…

Throwaway account because my main is linked to real life. I am still processing this and honestly don't know how to feel. Disgusted, angry, and confused.

My wife (W, 27F) started hitting the gym hard about two years ago. She got into incredible shape. Around that time, she met James (J, 31M) at her gym. J is completely ripped, wealthy, and works for his dad’s massive business when he isn't working out. At first, their friendship was strictly confined to the gym, so I didn't worry about it.

But over the last few months, things changed. W and J started grabbing lunch, hanging out at cafes, and going to the movies. Around the same time, our own relationship and sex life started to nose-dive.

A few weeks ago, W suggested we try a "couple swap" to spice things up. I was hesitant but open to the idea of exploring - until she explicitly suggested we do it with J. I reluctantly agreed because I wanted to save my marriage. That was the first time I ever heard that J even had a girlfriend, because he never seemed like the relationship type.

Looking back, I should have seen the signs. A week before the swap, J dropped W off at our house at midnight. She was completely passed out. He claimed they just went out for drinks after the gym and she overdid it. W is a light drinker, so I didn't question it heavily at the time. Now, it feels entirely different.

J owns a luxury villa about an hour outside the city. W was unusually excited on the drive over this past Saturday. When we arrived, J gave W a tight hug and just gave me a brief nod. It was only the second time I had ever met him.

I noticed his girlfriend wasn't there. When I asked, J casually said she was running late. We drank wine, and eventually, the girlfriend, Maya (M, 24F), arrived. She was stunning and in perfect shape.

By midnight, we were all pretty drunk. W shifted over to J’s lap, kissing him with the biggest smile I’ve seen on her face in months. J suggested we split up and head to our respective bedrooms.

Inside our room, things felt formal at first. Right before we got into it, M looked at me and said, "Don't worry, I'm worth it." I thought she just meant she was a catch, so I ignored the weird wording.

M was incredibly skilled. She gave me the best head of my life, and we moved to the bed. When I went down to eat her out, she stopped me and asked, "Are you sure you want to do that?" Again, I ignored the weird vibe and just kept going. We used protection, had two rounds that night, and one more in the shower the next morning.

When M and I went down for breakfast, W and J were still in their room. They finally emerged right as we were finishing. W looked glowing and was smiling like crazy - it was obvious they had a wild morning round, too.

M left shortly after breakfast. It struck me as odd that she barely said goodbye to J, her supposed boyfriend, before driving off. W insisted we stay at the villa until after lunch to "enjoy the view." The entire morning, W and J were touchy-feely and openly flirting right in front of me.

As we finally packed up to leave, J smirked at me and said, "You have an amazing wife, take care of her. See you at the gym." Then he leaned in and asked, "How was that girl, anyway? Asking for future reference." Dumbfounded, I just blurted out, "She was nice."

On the highway back, W looked at me and dropped the bomb.

She casually told me that M wasn't J’s girlfriend at all. She was a $500/hr high-end escort J hired for the weekend. W claimed she only found out during the night while she was in bed with J, and decided not to tell me because she "didn't want to ruin my fun night."

The realization hit with a wave of absolute frustration and confusion. I would agree that I was also turned on by the fact. I was rock hard when she told me this, she took my dick out while I was driving and blew me, to make it up for me. I’m still unable to believe that I gave up my wife for a 500$ whore.

The initial shock has worn off, and reality is setting in. I feel as though I was a participant in a scenario where the terms were misrepresented. I am left feeling like a secondary character in a plan that wasn't entirely about "us."

Everything feels much clearer now. I am concerned that W and J may have developed a significant bond - either emotional or physical - long before this weekend. I feel like my wife planned this entire arrangement as a way to facilitate their affair (atleast an emotional one) to not feel guilty about sleeping with J.

TL;DR: Agreed to a couple's swap with my wife's gym friend. Discovered the partner he brought was actually a hired professional, not his girlfriend. I now suspect the entire weekend was a cover for an existing relationship between them.

So last week i was at work and honestly in heat. I was scrolling reddit, insta, tiktok, etc and everything was turning me on more and more. It was a super slow day so i decided fuck it. I went to the bathroom and put in my plug. It kinda makes work impossible to get through but i feel like i can almost cum from it. Its something ive been working on. Anyways a new client came in for an appointment and was checking in with me. When i say he was gorgeous it was an understatement. So here i am locked into his eyes slowly grinding away this plug into my ass trying my hardest not to cum right there. Truthfully we were flirting which didnt help. He went for his appointment and left without any more flirting which drove me crazy. So i did what any girl would do. Search the apps for a guy who best resembled my new work love.

I found a guy in my area and was very upfront with my intentions. He seemed to not mind the fact i wanted to use him for his body and was on board to do the same. So after work i changed and prepared myself for what i expected to be a fairly standard night and hookup. I met up at his place, did the whole lets have a drink thing, and chatted for all of maybe 10 mins before i asked him if we could kiss. Kissing turned into me absolutely mounting him and making out as hard as i could. I wanted my tongue in his throat. I could feel him growing under me and knew it was going to be a good time. After a bit he said “wanna suck this dick, baby?” I replied “of course”. But before I could get down he grabbed my face and said “if you want it, you reply yes daddy”. Immediate puddle in my panties. I happily obliged and slowly undressed his pants. His boxers were barely hiding his dick. It was thick and long but not so big it would be impossible to take. So i did the whole tease thing. Rubbing it over his boxers while licking it. Kissing it up and down. Doing by best. When he said “you gunna tease it or you gunna show daddy how much of a slut you are?” My obvious response “im gunna be such a messy whore for you daddy”. I cant help it. I become insatiable when im horny.

So i pull his boxers off and start to worship his dick. Getting it wet with spit and stroking it before taking it into my mouth. I hear him moaning deep but soft and it flips a switch in my head. I start to blow his dick like im a pornstar. Sloppy, deep, wet. Tears running, spit dripping and hes moaning and talking dirty the whole time. “Just like that, baby” “fuck you suck this shit so good”. Stuff that drive me wild. Then i hear “chill girl” almost like a whisper to himself. Then again a little louder and then finally loud “chill bitch youre gunna make me nut”. At this point i pull his cock out of my mouth and say “cum on my face, daddy”. Not like he had a choice. And he cums these thick ropes. Not a lot but enough to get a few good shot on my face.

Hes panting and still moaning and saying like “fuck bitch your mouth is unreal” so i giggle a bit and act all cutesy with his cum all over me and stuff. He hears me giggle and says “what you think thats all you get? Nah girl cum suck this shit again” and grabs my head forcing it down on his dick. Hes still hard and i can taste whatever is left in his dick slowly leaking out. I swear we could have ended there and i would have been full content. But its like he just had to get that one out and he came alive. Hes forcing me down his dick and his dirty talk gets more aggressive. I remember so vividly most of it cuz its not often guys have the confidence to talk like that. “Yeah you like sucking daddys big dick, huh bitch”. Taking his dick out and slapping it on my face. I was in what i thought was pure bliss.

After a bit more he demanded i strip for him, which i happily did and did a little tease. Watching him stroke to me. Then he tells me to turn around so he can grab my ass and gives it a spank. Not like testing the waters but slaps it hard. I let out almost like a squeak. It was kinda funny. Then he says “you like being a naughty slut for me huh?” And slaps me again. I can only let out “yes daddy”. Im soaked at this point and i know this guy is going to slide right in. He backs me up and tells me to sit my fat ass on his big black dick. Now ive been with a few guys who liked race play but i was always told up front. This came almost out of nowhere and it turned me on even more.

I sat on his dick and slowly started bouncing up and down feeling him stretch me out. I heard him moaning again and could feel myself creaming on him. Maybe 2 minutes in i know im gunna cum. And im getting louder and louder. Which obviously he hears and knows im enjoying it so he takes it up a notch. Starts thrusting back into me and says “cum on daddys black cock” and i immediately do. Full on legs shaking and collapse beside him. “Not so funny now huh bitch” and he gets up and starts to fuck me from the side. It was incredible. He had me saying shit to him while he fucked me. Stuff i dont think would have nature come to me but it was obviously what he wanted and it was within my comfort zone so j went with it and it made it way better for both of us. He moved me around like a doll and used me to his pleasure. I came 2 more times. Once in doggy and once in missionary.

Then he said he wanted me to ride him. So i got into a deep squat and slowly started bouncing again. I was so sensitive but it felt so good. He says “dont be shy bitch, take all of daddys dick” and pulled me down on it. While i squirt often alone, its rare a guy makes me squirt. But as soon as i felt him deep inside me its like a hose turned on and i gushed all over his dick. He called me a nasty slut and a bbc whore as i shook on top of him. He told me to clean his dick off so i did and gave him another sloppy blowjob.

I think he really liked my mouth cuz not long after he said i was gunna make him cum again. This time he was ready tho. So he said to get on my knees and take daddys cum all over my face. Usually guys dont cum as thick or as much as the first time but he was on par if not a bit more. He slapped his dick on my face again and made me clean him off.

We hung out for a bit after to shower and whatever but didnt fuck again. I dont think i could have. After a bit i left but i most definitely will be meeting with him again. What a crazy night.

This sounds like a bad porn plot but it actually happened to me last month.
There’s this really cute guy who delivers packages to my building a few times a week. We started with small talk, then light flirting, then me wearing less and less when I knew he was coming. I’d catch him staring and it turned me on so much.
One evening he delivered a package right as I was getting out of the shower. I answered the door in just a short silk robe. The tension finally snapped. He stepped inside, we barely said two words, and suddenly he had me bent over the couch.
He fucked me hard and fast, one hand in my hair, the other gripping my hip. I came twice before he pulled out and came all over my ass. It was quick, dirty, and exactly what I needed. He left with this satisfied smirk and now every time he delivers I get butterflies (and instantly wet).
We haven’t done it again yet but the anticipation is killing me.

This past weekend the wife and I went to the mall. She was feeling naughty and wore a sexy top that barely held her tits in. Multiple times throughout the day I caught her nips showing and even fully showing like 3-4 times. What was fun about the mall is I caught so many men checking out her tits.

It got to a point where I’m so hard and horny. I can tell she’s turned on too cause she enjoys when men check her out. Well we’re on the second floor of the department store and notice nobody is there. So we start fooling around. She’s flashing me, reaching for my cock, and I’m grabbing her tits. She finally gives me a nod towards the dressing room and we quickly make our way in pretending we’re going to try on clothes.

We sneak into the same room and instantly she’s pulling my pants down and has her mouth around my cock. She’s sucking me so hard that you can hear what’s happening! I keep telling her to chill so we don’t get busted but she went harder! She was so into that it felt amazing! She has one hand on my balls while the other is stroking my cock while she sucks on the head. I didn’t last very long before I blew a huge load in her mouth. It was such a fun experience and my only regret is that I didn’t fuck her too!

I'm a nerdy 25 year old guy who's pretty inexperienced when it comes to sex. Before this encounter I'd only had sex twice before when I was 21 (to a 24 year old girl I met on a night out at uni).

I've always had a fantasy of being with a *much* older woman…and realised I didn't have long left to hook up with one before I started getting older myself. I wanted to still be able to play up the younger guy niche, and look the part aswell. This fantasy turned me on so much that I seriously considered applying for some porn studios just to land an older/younger shoot role.

Until finally, I got messaging with a 66 year old cougar on a swinging website. She lived around an hour away from me in a pretty rural area. We arranged a day for me to come see her and I found the place.

When she answered the door she was wearing black high heels, tights and a low-cut blue top. She smiled and said, "Wow, 25, really?" I laughed and showed her my driver's licence. She seemed pretty surprised.

She took me to her bedroom and we had a brief conversation about ourselves before she noticed a bulge in my trousers.

"Alfie," she giggled, "You're throbbing."

"Hehe, can you blame me?" I asked.

She put her hand on my leg and it crept slowly up...

Her hand squeezed at my hardening bulge.

"Mmm," she said, "Getting big."

"I think it'll get bigger," I grinned.

She leaned in and kissed me. I kissed back, slow at first, then escalating. I put my hand on her face as our tongues danced in our mouths.

When our faces parted, I stared up at her chest. I'm not sure how real her breasts were, but they were absolutely huge. I asked if I could touch them, and she said of course. My fingers had a little play, and then she said:

"Let me take it off for you, darling."

She undid her top, sliding it off to reveal even more cleavage that had been hiding underneath. Then the bra came off. My mouth hung open. I couldn't fucking believe how big they were. She saw my expression and giggled.

"You look so young," she said.

"I've shown you my ID," I laughed, and she smiled.

"I guess you have."

I didn't suck them or touch them at all at first. I just buried my whole head in her chest, then shook my head all around. Her breasts were as big as my head and I fucking loved it.

"Mmm, Alfie!"

I came up for air and then dove back in, fitting one of her nipples in my mouth and sucking it. She moaned a little harder. Then I gently squeezed those enormous tits and she raised an eyebrow towards what was happening my side.

"I think you need some attention too, Alfie."

I lay on my back and said I think I know what's gonna happen next.

"I know how much you like young cock in your mouth," I said.

"You know what I like just as much?" she asked. "Teasing young cock."

She ran her tongue over my frenulum. Slow. Slow. Then with a dash more speed. I could feel the pressure mounting.

I groaned and told her how fucking desperate I was for her to suck on it.

Finally, she relented. She plunged my mid-20s dick all the way into her mouth and I felt an explosion of pleasure all over.

"OHH FUCK!" I cried out. I couldn't believe what was happening.

"OHHH YEAH! I'VE NEVER HAD MY DICK SUCKED LIKE THAT BEFORE!" and it was true. The blowjobs I'd got from the girl at uni were absolutely nothing on what this granny had.

"You've had so much practice," I laughed in-between deep breathing.

Then, she stopped, and my fear that I might prematurely finish vanquished. She said the words...

"Let's see how you fuck."

She reached into her drawer and pulled out a box of condoms.

"Regular or large?" she wondered aloud.

"Could go either way with me," I said, having not worn one since my uni days.

She smiled and said she'd go large for me to be safe. She wrapped it over me, squirting a dollop of lube over the top.

Then, she got on top of me. First, we tried cowgirl. She moaned and cried out how good I felt inside her. I was fucking mesmerised, but couldn't feel much. I suppose it was the lack of practice.

She suggested doggystyle instead, and I obliged. This time I put my cock inside her myself, without her needing to guide it. Then I thrust, and holy shit did it feel good now. I rode her older pussy, my young cock throbbing inside.

"AHHH!" we both cried.

My hands reached underneath and fondled those enormous titties.

"AHHH FUCK YEAH!"

I was getting close...quicker than I'd imagined, but it felt too fucking good to stop now.

"I'M ABOUT TO CUM!" I shouted.

"FUCKING CUM INSIDE ME, ALFIE!"

A string of white cum exploded from my cock, and my riding slowed down. I panted, each thrust becoming slower and slower, then finally stopped.

I pulled out, and she took a glance at the condom.

"Mmm," she laughed, "You weren't joking."

We walked bollock-naked out of the bedroom and each went into one of her respective bathrooms to clean up.

After getting dressed, I stayed for a good 20-30 minutes after and we chatted about our lives which in retrospect was quite sweet.

When it came time for me to go she gave me a hug and I said thank you for helping me fulfil my fantasy.

"You're very welcome," she smiled. "This was fun."