r/sexstories

I’m 28. My girlfriend is 26. We’ve been together almost two years, but by the time I really started noticing her younger sister, things between us were already falling apart. We barely talked anymore. Sex had become rare and awkward. Most nights she was either on her phone or “too tired.” I stayed because it was familiar, because her family still treated me like I belonged, and because walking away felt harder than just drifting.Her younger sister is 20. From the first month I started coming over more often, she treated me differently. Not cold. Not distant. Too warm. Too attentive. At first I told myself she was just friendly. Then the details piled up.She almost never closed her bedroom door. If she was changing, she left it cracked. If she went to the bathroom, she walked there in a towel that barely stayed up. If she bent down for something, she did it slowly and only when I was nearby. One afternoon my girlfriend was upstairs on a long call with her mom. I was on the couch. The sister came out of her room in a cropped tank top and tiny gray shorts. She walked past me to the kitchen, “dropped” a hair tie on the floor a few feet away, and slowly bent over to pick it up. The shorts rode all the way up. Pale pink cotton panties with a little bow in the front. She stayed bent longer than she needed to, then looked back over her shoulder with that soft smile.

“Oops,” she said quietly.

I looked away. She straightened up and kept walking like nothing happened.A few days later I arrived early. My girlfriend wasn’t home yet. The sister opened the door in a short robe, hair still wet from the shower. The robe barely covered the tops of her thighs.“Come in. I’ll get dressed.”

sliding the robe off her shoulders. She wasn’t rushing. She pulled on a pair of black lace panties slowly, then a tight sports bra, then turned just enough that I could see the side of her breast before she finally pulled on a tank top. When she walked out she caught my eyes and held them for a second longer than polite.“You always watch that carefully?” she asked, voice calm.I didn’t answer. She smiled like she already knew.After that she stopped pretending.She started sitting across from me on the couch with one leg folded under her so the shorts pulled tight and the edge of whatever panties she was wearing that day was clearly visible. Sometimes pastel cotton. Sometimes thin black lace. Once a tiny white thong that disappeared completely when she shifted.She would stretch her arms above her head until her shirt rode up and showed the soft strip of skin above her waistband. She would lean over the coffee table to grab the remote, giving me a straight-down view of her cleavage and the way her bra pushed everything together. She would walk past me in the hallway in nothing but an oversized t-shirt that barely covered her ass, then “realize” and tug it down a second too late. One Saturday my girlfriend was in the shower. The sister came into the living room in just a sports bra and tiny black shorts. She sat on the arm of the chair next to me, close enough that her bare thigh brushed my leg, and started scrolling on her phone like it was the most normal thing in the world. Every time she shifted, the shorts rode higher. At one point she stretched, arched her back, and the sports bra lifted enough that I saw the underside of her breast.She glanced at me sideways and didn’t move away.

“You and my sister okay?” she asked quietly. “You seem… distracted lately.”I said something vague. She nodded like she understood more than I was saying, then stood up slowly, making sure I got a full view of the way the shorts clung to her from behind before she walked out.Another night we were all in the kitchen. My girlfriend left to take a work call. The sister reached up for a glass on the top shelf. Her shirt lifted. The shorts pulled tight. White lace panties, the kind that sat high on her hips. She stayed on her tiptoes longer than necessary, then lowered herself and looked at me over her shoulder.“Still pretending you don’t notice?” she said, voice soft.

I stayed silent. She smiled that same knowing smile and walked past me, close enough that I felt the heat of her body.

That same evening, after everyone had gone to their rooms, she came back down for water. I was still in the kitchen. She stood at the sink with her back to me in those same short shorts. She didn’t turn around.

“I’m not closing my door tonight,” she said quietly.

Then she left. I stood there with an empty glass in my hands, knowing the relationship with her sister was already over in everything but name… and that whatever was happening with the younger one was only going to get harder to ignore. And that I would come back again.

I met up with this girl with like 3 other dudes for a get together. She had already hooked up with 2 of them and was pretty casual and open about it in the friend group. We started drinking at her place and the two guys joked around about how they both had a turn with her, and she joked they should have fucked her both at once.

As the night went on we all got more and more drunk when one of them playfully pulled her shirt off. It just kind of took off from there. She asked if we wanted to watch her stroke them both off and me and the 4th guy said yes. Once she started playing with them, she moved over to us.

She took him out first and he was like legit huge af, like 9 inches and thick.. she took me out next and giggled a little because I’m literally like 2 inches..

I never realized how much it would turn me on to be the smallest guy in a group sex.. like the other guys were also probably around 7 inches..

We all stood up and as she took turns sucking each of us, she literally would use both hands and her mouth for them, but just deep throated me and held it with two fingers..

We all took turns fucking her doggy and the difference in her moan between me barely staying in and getting wrecked by the others literally made me cum a bit early and I had to hold back..

After we were all done she made a joke about how some of us weren’t exactly as filling to her lol..

I sent a pic to her the next day of it and she told me she missed my tiny guy and appreciated a break from the others when we were fucking.

I think I like being a shrimp lol

Spicy stuff starts after ***

I (M28, but 25 at the time) work as a competitive soccer coach. The teams I work with travel 3-4 times a year so that means I get a lot of time in hotels with some of the team moms. I think I’m a pretty decent looking guy, 5’10, tattoos and I’m in pretty good shape, so it isn’t uncommon for the moms to playfully flirt with me. I flirt back a little but never with a married mom I don’t want to push that boundary, but if it’s a single mom and she’s openly flirting with me then it’s 100% fair game.

So a few years ago we’re in Phoenix for a tournament and this mom, Lisa (F39), spends the weekend talking more to me than she usually does. I never met her kids dad, so I correctly assumed she was single. Lisa was a cute, shorter brunette woman who was kind of pale with smaller tits but with an ass that made all the dads turn and look whenever she walked by. I definitely enjoyed the warm Phoenix weather seeing her in shorts that seemed to be getting shorter every time I saw her, but I’m sure that was just my imagination.

After each game Lisa would come and give me a high five and tell me “Great game Coach” regardless of the result. After each game the high five would linger so we’d be holding hands for a few seconds.

Saturday night we decide to order some pizzas for a team dinner at the hotel. I sit next to Lisa and some of the other parents around a small table, and I purposefully leave my leg in Lisa’s space so our legs touch and she doesn’t pull away.
The night wraps up and I hang behind with Lisa to help her clean up the mess the team made, and the rest of the parents go make sure the kids all get to bed.

We pick up the last of the garbage and Lisa turns to me, “God I really wish this hotel had a bar. I could go for a beer.”
I smile at her and say “Well, if you want… I have a 6 pack in the refrigerator in my room. Night cap?”
“Lead the way,” she responds with a cheeky smile.

We get to my room and I grab 2 beers out of my mini fridge and we sit on the edge of my bed as we both take a sip.
“Do you get parents to come up to your room often?” Lisa asked.
“Nope, this is a rare occasion,” I respond
“Why am I so lucky?”
“Because you look so good in those shorts…” I say as I lean in.

***
She meets me and leans in and we start to kiss. Softly at first, but soon Lisa throws a leg over my lap and straddles me. We make out as she starts to grind against my hardening bulge. She’s essentially dry fucking me and her breaths get quicker while she rubs herself desperately against my bulge.

We’re both still holding our drinks so I have to stop her and make her get off of me and tell her to put the beers on the desk in front of the bed. I get up behind her as she sets them down and push her hair aside and kiss her neck. She braces her hands on the desk and bends over for me to rub my bulge on her from behind. Her big ass feels amazing even with the shorts on, but soon she turns around and gives me another kiss before Lisa drops to her knees and pulls my shorts off. Without hesitation she takes my dick her hand and licks from the base to the tip cleaning the precum that was dripping from it. She then takes it all the way in her mouth and looks up at me as she does her best to please me with her mouth. I almost cum just from the realization that I have this beautiful milf sucking me off after I’ve been eyefucking her all weekend.

After giving me head for a little while she stops and stands up. She leans in and gives me a kiss making me taste myself on her. She then drops her shorts and panties standing in front of me in just a tank top. She bends over the bed and I have to tell her, “I don’t have a condom.” And she responds, “I don’t care. Just don’t cum in me. But please fuck me.”

I rub her pussy gently with the tip of my cock before I slowly push it inside of her. As I go deeper she lets out “Ohhhhhh… yesssss….” I grip her hips and fuck her harder and her moans get louder. I’m still in disbelief that I have her in the room with me, and I have this big ass in front of me taking my back shots.

I keep fucking her doggystyle trying my hardest not to cum, but she reaches a hand down between her legs and reaches back and starts to massage my balls and she starts to say “Fuck you’re so big Coach. You’re amazing Coach please let me make you cum.” and nothing gets me going like dirty talk like that, so all I can get is a few more strokes in before I have to announce “Lisa I’m about to cum baby” and she starts throwing her ass back at me and demands “Cum on me Coach please!” So I quickly pull out and shoot rope after rope on her ass and on her back.

She lays there while I grab a towel and help clean her off. She gets dressed and I walk her to the door and she said “Thank you for that Coach. I really enjoyed it. I can’t wait for the next trip.” Lisa gives me a kiss good night and heads back to her room.

Dev texted me at like 11pm on a Wednesday. Not even a full sentence. Just "you up?" and then, before I could answer he followed it up with "is the door unlocked?"

It wasn't a question. I mean technically it had a question mark but we both knew what he meant by it. I thought it was actually kinda hot.

I left it unlocked.

He let himself in a few minutes later. Faster than I expected I was in the kitchen in a just a shirt and underwear eating cereal. He didn't say hi. He walked up behind me, took the spoon out of my hand, put it on the counter, and turned me around.

"Cole's parking," he said.

"Oh" That was my entire response.

I heard Cole come through the front door while Dev was kissing my neck from behind. I was getting kinda turned on my it but I stayed unresponsive because I knew that is what he wanted from me. Cole kicked his shoes off and walked into the kitchen and just leaned against the fridge watching for a minute. Dev had his hand up my shirt already and he was squeezing my tits and playing with my nipples. Cole grabbed a cup of water from behind him while looking at us the entire time.

"You good?" Cole asked.

"Obviously."

That used to be a longer conversation. Like months ago when this started, there was a whole negotiation. Dev asking if I was sure. Cole checking in every five minutes. Both of them being so careful and respectful and honestly? Boring about it. I was the one who told them to stop asking. I told Dev if I didn't want it I'd say so, and if my door is unlocked then I want it. I have a free use kink. I think that should be clear to you guys reading this by now.

Now it's this. Cole finished his cup of water and set it on the counter and walked over and pulled my shirt off over my head while Dev took my underwear down. No pause. No "is this okay." My body hit the kitchen counter and I pushed back against it and Dev lifted me up onto it and I wrapped my legs around him. I pretended to resist for a few moments but then I let them “overpower” me and I just gave in to it. I like that moment.

Cole stood behind me. His hand was in my hair jerking me around and his mouth was on my neck sucking hard. I knew I would have a hickey tomorrow.  I could feel him getting hard against my back. Dev was between my legs grinding against me through his shorts and I reached down and unzipped him.

"Impatient aren’t you" Dev said. Then he slapped me across the face.

"You're slow" I whimpered back to him.

He pulled me off the counter and turned me around and bent me over it. The counter was cold and not really all that comfortable. Somehow I kinda liked that. Made it feel more real.

Cole came around to my front. He tipped my chin up and I opened my mouth so he could shove his cock down my throat.

Dev fucked me hard from behind. Every thrust pushed me forward onto Cole’s cock.

"Harder" I said around Cole's cock and Dev grabbed my hips and pulled me back into him and even though it hurt I liked it still.

They switched spots.

I tasted myself on him. I must have been soaked because his cock literally tasted only like my pussy haha.

"Good girl," Cole said quietly. He only ever says it when he's close and it makes me clench every time and he knows it. I love getting filled up.

Dev came first. Held my head down on his cock and I swallowed and he was still holding me there when Cole started going faster and that's when I came myself. Dev hit me across the face again and the pain mixed perfectly with the orgasm I was having. Pure bliss imo. Cole finished right after me. I felt it.

After we had all cum the two of them basically just left without even saying anything to me. I actually liked that part of it. It left me with a bit of a weird feeling, but a good one. Kind of this sense of objectification that I enjoy. Like my feelings don’t matter. Like the only thing that mattered was them getting off. Idk. I know its weird, but I like it.

My girlfriend (21f) and I (30m) have been together a few months. She’s in school a couple hours away and I’m based near another campus, so we mostly see each other on weekends. One of her closest friends, S (20f), goes to the school near me. S has an absurdly thick ass and full tits that are hard to ignore.

About a month ago my girlfriend stayed over at S’s place. The next morning she called me with this idea she kept calling “weird but hot.” She pointed out that between the distance and our schedules we don’t get consistent sex, and she thought there was a way to fix that. Then she just said it: S is still a virgin and she wanted me to be the one who took it.

I was thrown, but not against it. My girlfriend had to head home that day, so it was just going to be S and me. That night I went over to her place. We started slow, then ended up fucking, took a break, and went again. Her pussy was ridiculously tight and that ass felt even better than it looked. She kept making these soft little moans and told me it felt really good, that she wanted to do it again.

I hate admitting it, but the sex was better than anything my girlfriend and I have had. It might solve the consistency problem… just not the way she was picturing.

…Her head was back and her whole body was writing as he picked up the pace and i could tell she was cumming right in front of me. I could feel his cock stretching me to my limit as he had to lean forward to keep fingering her as she tried to squirm away, and he was so fucking hard he felt so big.

Ww got so carried away I completely forgot about Annie and she was just stroking Mia’s hair and playing with her nipples. She had fully accepted how depraved this night was going to be and I was so excited seeing that. I had thought about scenarios like this so much the past year and I couldn’t wait to watch him with them.

Still inside me in doggy, Colin reached his long arms forward and pulled Mia closer to us on the couch so that her pussy was right in front of my face and he just said “taste her” and then kept fucking me. When he gets like this I can’t help myself but to just obey him, and I started eating her out while Colin started to go harder just pounding me, I could feel his heavy balls smacking my clit and I came so hard again while he held my head down pressed against Mia’s pussy and I heard her giggle “fuck that’s so hot, please let me have a turn”

I might have nodded or said yes but I honestly don’t remember I was still recovering when he slid out of me and flipped her around on her back between both me and Annie. The head of his cock was pressed against her wet pussy and they were still staring at eachother, and I could tell she knew there was no turning back now and she just gave him a little nod and he slowly slid into her and I watched her eyes start to roll back in her head as she just let out a sexy “fuuuuuuuuck”

He started slow with her for the first few minutes as I had recovered and had already begun playing with my pussy again (it was like the hottest thing I’ve seen how could I not??) Once I could tell she was close I just said “cum on my boyfriends dick baby it’s ok I want you to” . At this she just let go and went full on exorcism mode, it seriously looked like she was possessed, but he pinned her down by the throat while she convulsed on his cock. She later said it was the hardest she’s ever cum. Colin must have been holding it in for a while because right after he pulled his cock out and growled as he said “fuck I’m cumming!” And shot 8-9 thick’s stream all over her tits and stomach and chin, leaving her so fucking covered. She looked thoroughly destroyed like a good little slut, which is so different than her corporate persona she usually has it made it even hotter.

We all lied there for about a minute and then started laughing at how crazy it was but so hot. Soon Colin said he wasn’t done, but Annie said she has to go home
And think about things (which lol but fair). We said goodbye and she said she wasn’t going to be able to stop thinking about that night but she had to leave to process it. (Her happened later which is another story)

Mia stayed and the three of us continued to fuck for hours that night with both Mia and I losing track of how many times we came and he put a load inside each of us, and covered both of our faces for the last round. After that she continued to join us behind her bfs back for about a month before they broke up and she would always lean into the dirty talk about how much bigger and better Colin was and how lucky I was (things I already knew but love hearing lol).

What are friends for right?

The small lump had been bothering me for weeks—nothing painful, just a soft irregularity about five centimeters in that I kept noticing when I touched myself there. Embarrassment kept me quiet far longer than it should have. When I finally forced the words out during a routine visit, the male doctor had been brisk and professional. A single gloved finger, a few careful circles, a shrug. “I don’t feel anything concerning. Probably just a minor fold. Nothing to worry about.”

A month later I was back, this time for prescription renewals. The name on the door was different: Dr. Elena Voss, tall and full-bodied, with the kind of solid presence that filled the small exam room. Beside her stood a younger woman in a white coat—Anna, the intern.

Dr. Voss updated my chart, then glanced up. “I see a note from last month about an internal concern. Is that still present?”

I nodded, face already warm. “Yes.”

“I’d like to check it myself, just to be thorough.” She was entirely professional as she pulled on gloves and had me undress from the waist down and lie on my side on the exam table, knees drawn up. Cool lubricant, then one firm finger pressing inward. She explored carefully, methodically. “Hmm. There is something—very subtle.”

Before she could say more, a nurse’s voice called from the hallway. Dr. Voss frowned, stripped off the glove, and stepped to the door. “Anna, finish the exam for me. Note anything unusual. I’ll be right back.”

The door closed. The room suddenly felt much smaller.

Anna hesitated, cheeks pink. She put on fresh gloves with visible care, then approached the table. Her voice was soft. “I’ll… try to be gentle. Tell me if anything hurts.” One slender finger slipped inside me. She moved slowly, almost tentatively, circling as if mapping every ridge. The shyness in her touch made the whole thing feel more intimate than clinical.

“How did you first notice it?” she asked. “Most people don’t feel that far in during regular… oh.” Her voice caught for a second as the realization landed. A faint flush rose on her neck, but she kept the finger moving.

She paused, still gently probing. “So do you feel it with one finger? Or… more than that? Sometimes the angle matters. Could you tell me how you usually check?”

I swallowed. “I usually notice it when I’m using more than one.”

“Okay… let's try that.” She carefully added a second finger, working them side by side. “Like so? Does this feel closer to what you do?” She rotated her wrist slightly, still searching. “I’m not finding a distinct lump yet. Maybe a little higher. You said about five centimeters?”

“It could be more,” I answered. “I’m not sure.”

“Okay.” She kept the two fingers moving, slow and thorough. “I’m a little afraid I could hurt you if I go too far. The tissues are sensitive.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll say when I’m no longer comfortable.”

She nodded, still blushing, and worked the fingers deeper with careful circular motions. “Just breathe for me. You’re doing fine. I want to be thorough, but I won’t rush.” A third finger joined, then a fourth, the stretch building gradually while her voice stayed soft and steady. “That’s it… nice and easy. I’m right here. Tell me the moment anything feels wrong.”

She formed her hand into a narrow shape and began to press. My ring yielded slowly. The widest part of her knuckles slipped past with a quiet, wet sound. Anna and I both gasped. I couldn’t believe she had just done that—her entire hand was inside me. The fullness was sudden and complete.

Anna’s breathing had quickened, but her tone remained gentle. “I’m in now. Is this the spot, or should I move my hand a little?”

“It all feels different,” I managed. “Just check where you can.”

I hadn’t meant it as permission to go deeper, but she took it that way. She pressed on, her voice dropping to a near-murmur as her arm slid inward. “I’m past the wrist now. Still okay? The tissue feels… smooth. No obvious mass yet.” Her elbow came to rest against my stretched entrance. The intensity hit hard and fast; the fullness was overwhelming. She paused there, listening hard to the hallway conversation. “Doctor’s still talking. I—should I keep going?”

The anticipation had my heart pumping. When no protest came she pushed onward. Her elbow slid through my entrance in one continuous motion, opening me with a mind-boggling stretch that left me dizzy. It was the most intensely glorious feeling I had ever experienced. I struggled to keep the mighty moans locked in my throat.

“That’s as far as I can reach,” she said softly. “You’re taking it so well. Just stay still for me a moment.”

She paused again, listening hard to the distant conversation—and in that quiet she seemed to realize exactly how she was holding me open with her elbow. She withdrew a little, easing the extreme stretch. Then, almost as if correcting herself, she pushed forward again to the same depth. A moan escaped me and a single thick spurt of cum shot out onto the paper covering of the exam table.

The sight seemed to break Anna’s trance. Reality flooded back into her expression. She withdrew carefully, almost frantically, and began wiping her arm with gauze while tossing me a handful of paper towels.

“Clean yourself. Quickly.”

Footsteps approached. Dr. Voss stepped back into the room just as Anna finished. I was still on the table, legs drawn up, anus clearly swollen from the recent stretch. The doctor’s gaze dropped, lingered, then rose to my face.

“Well,” she said evenly. “That looks… extensively examined.” She handed me a small hand mirror. “Look.”

The reflection showed my rim puffy, the entrance slightly open and glistening. Heat flooded my face.

“This is not a healthy resting state,” Dr. Voss continued, her tone educational rather than scolding, yet the words landed like judgment. “Repeated deep dilation can leave the sphincter less competent. You’re risking prolapse, permanent change.”

The clinical bluntness, combined with the mirror and the residual stretch, made my cock twitch and begin to harden. I kept my eyes down.

Finally she sighed. “Get dressed.”

Relief mixed with aching need. I pulled up my pants—then froze as Dr. Voss unbuckled her own trousers, pushed them and her underwear down just far enough, and turned. She spread one cheek with two fingers, presenting a neat, closed, healthy anus.

“This,” she said, “is what an intact sphincter looks like. Anna—feel the difference.”

The intern’s eyes were wide. For a second she looked ready to refuse. Then, as if the earlier momentum still carried her, she stepped forward, gloved again, and carefully pressed one finger into her supervisor. The contrast—tight, ordinary, clinical—was stark.

The sight, the lingering fullness in my own body, and the sheer wrongness of the moment tipped me past the edge. I came hard, hands-free, pulsing inside my underwear. The wet heat spread against my thigh.

Dr. Voss simply pulled her clothing back into place, smoothed her coat, and turned as if nothing unusual had occurred.

“Your prescriptions are ready at the front desk. Follow up if the sensation changes or if you develop any leakage. Otherwise, that will be all.”

I finished dressing on shaky legs, the fabric of my pants still damp and tight against my still-twitching cock. When I stepped out into the waiting room the ordinary murmur of other patients and the soft click of the reception window felt almost surreal. My pulse hadn’t settled. The memory of the stretch, the mirror, and the brief, impossible demonstration followed me all the way to the exit.

Right after I graduated college, I was dating a girl a couple years younger than me, she was in her 3rd year of college. She had a roommate in her dorm, and they got along ok for the most part.

Some kind of issue came between them, but I don’t really know the specifics of it. They started to not respect each other’s space and privacy the way they should and I guess one night my gf decided not to leave the room so that the roommate and her bf could have some alone time. The roommate proceeded to fuck her bf in her bed while my gf was trying to sleep in her own bed. The lights were off and it was dark, so she didn’t see them, but she could hear them.

Fast forward to a couple weeks later when I was visiting my gf at her school, we were alone in her dorm and laying in her bed. She started sucking my cock and things were going pretty well for me, when the roommate came back to the room. When I heard the door, I started trying to tuck my dick back into my shorts, but my gf had other plans. She didn’t let me put it away and she just came right in sucking in while the roommate came in and started to put her stuff down.

The roommate played it so chill and didn’t even pay any attention to us. She just sat at her desk and opened up her computer. This pissed my gf off, she was clearly pissed that she didn’t get a reaction from her roommate, so she started to ramp it up.

I ended up fucking her from behind laying on our sides, like in a spooning position. We were both facing her roommate who didn’t pay us any attention at all, aside from 1 or 2 quick little glances in our direction. Would have been cooler if the roommate watched or masturbated or something! Anything lol. But nevertheless, it was fucking getting sucked and fucked with another girl in the room.

I have a single mom that lives a couple of houses down from me that's in her mid thirties. Early this summer she had her lawnmower break on her and asked if I would do her lawn for her and even offered to pay. I told her not to worry about it and just knocked it out for her (it's only about a quarter of an acre lot). So every time I'd mow my lawn this past summer, id head over and do hers too

Over the weekend I was mowing her lawn and she came outside and waved me down. She asked me to come inside so she could pay me back. I followed her in ready to turn down whatever pay she was going to offer and she lead me into her bedroom. I immediately was curious and felt myself starting to stiffen wondering where this was going. She didn't say anything, she just turned and started undoing my pants and pulled my cock out and immediately started giving me some wicked head.

This woman isn't usually someone I'd go after. She's pretty for her age and only 6 or 7 years older than me, we just don't have a ton in common but I wasn't about to stop her here. After a minute she asked me if I wanted to get comfortable. I took my pants off and had her pull her cute perky tits out. I laid on her bed and she continued to suck my cock with her amazing head game. Then to my absolute shock she pushed my legs back and started licking my asshole. Again, not my usual thing but holy shit, she was good at it. She had a firm grip on my shaft as she lapped at my hole and then started swallowing my cock again. It didn't take much longer for me to shoot straight down her throat

Once I finished she gave me a hug and said thanks for everything and sent me on my way. Sweet lady

So there we were…two friends, just lying there, his cock hard and my head on his stomach, pretending it wasn’t happening…

For the longest time, I didn’t move, and neither did he.

I must have taken all the willpower he possessed not to tense his cock at the sight before him; his best friend with her delicate fingers resting half on his balls and half at the base of his cock, her T-shirt almost thin enough to see through and her skirt now riding up so high he knew the exact shape and size of her underwear.

And, if I had been bold enough in that moment to open my legs, he would have seen how wet it was too.

Instead, I started to move my fingers. I told myself that I was just getting comfy, that I often put my hand in front of me like that when I go to sleep. After all, it was only his balls—he probably wouldn’t even notice, right? It was just my hand settling, finding a comfortable position.

Only, my body was telling a different story, my clit starting to throb and pussy starting to contract a little. His body, too, was responding; tiny, almost imperceptible tremors, his breathing getting deeper with each pass, sometimes stopping for a second before returning to its regular rhythm.

Fuck I was horny. This was getting too much.

I needed to suck it or ride it or choke on it or something otherwise I was going to explode.

“Mmmm,” I hummed, gyrating my hips slightly. “Are you comfortable enough?”

“Uhh…” His voice was strained. “Yeah. Uh. Yeah. This is nice.”

“Oh,” I said, making my voice as theatrically disappointed as I could manage in the small space. “I’m struggling to get comfy.”

“Oh,” he said, disappointment in his own voice. “Do you want me to go?”

“No,” I whispered. “Not at all. You’re my pillow now.” I giggled. “You have a very important job.”

“I see,” he said, matching my laughter. But I could tell he didn’t get it. Not really. But he was about to. “It’s this fabric,” I said. “On your shorts. It’s a bit scratchy…”

I heard him swallow from behind me. Like, I actually fucking heard him swallow. I thought that only happened in movies when the sound guy got a bit too excited. It also made me realise that this whole time, ever since I woke up with my head next to his throbbing cock, from almost wrapping my lips around it to basically giving his balls a massage, I hadn't looked at him once.

I turned my head.

His face—a face I had seen so many times before, from happy to sad, from angry to hurt, from confused to amusded—had taken on a quality I had never seen before. It was something like desire and lust and restraint and friendship and embarrassment all rolled into one and it was honestly one of the hottest things I had ever seen in my life. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were alternating between focused and unfocused as I continued to caress his balls as I spoke.

“Could you take them off for me?”

My angle, half way down his body, further reinforced the sexual nature of our positioning, and I had to look up at him through my long eyelashes, both of my breasts now resting on his tummy, dangerously close to smothering his cock.

“Please? Pretty please? For me? I won’t make it weird, I promise.”

He swallowed again, but this time it was accompanied by a very slight nod of his head.

“Yay,” I smiled. “Want me to help take them off for you?”

“No,” he said, his voice tight. “I…I got it.”

“Okay,” I said quietly, leaning back from him and watching as his hands went to his shorts in the dim light of the room. I watched him with one hand gently cupping one of my breasts, my thumb slowly caressing my erect nipple as I watched the confusion and hesitation play out on his face. Seeing him like that was so hot. I didn’t even realise I was touching myself. It wasn’t until I noticed that I was licking my lips that I came back to myself, realising what his hesitation was. “Boxer shorts too,” I clarified. “If that’s okay? I just want to be comfy.”

“Uh. If it’s…I mean…yeah.”

He took a deep breath and made the move I had been waiting for, finally revealing what I had been thinking about for the last fifteen minutes, the thing I had been fantasizing about kissing and licking and sucking and riding ever since I was confronted with the sudden awareness that he possessed it.

His cock.

Leo had been my friend for years, and suddenly, my mind was filled with snapshot memories of our time together. Thirty hours together building the Lego Death Star. Late nights on eBay hunting down the rare action figures he needed for his collection. Holding his hand when he cried telling me about how Sophie cheated on him with Mike.

And now, this. Naked from the waist down, his shorts and underwear now in a little pile on the floor somewhere, my eyes fully adjusted to the darkness of the room.

And oh my god, what a cock.

Maybe it was just because he was my friend, or maybe it was because I hadn’t seen one in a while, but my first thought was that Sophie was an idiot. If I had access to a cock like that I would play with it every day; tease it and cherish it and fuck it over and over and over again.

But as it was, we were just friends, so I made a point of not looking at it and instead smiled sweetly at him, placing my hand on his thigh.

“Oh my god thanks, that looks so much more comfy. Are you sure this is okay?”

His cock jumped a little. I pretended not to notice.

He nodded.

“Thanks,” I brought my head down to his tummy and licked my lips. “You’re such a good friend.”

I knew what I needed to do…

[More tomorrow if you want it!]

I've been watching Ethan for months. He's 19, quiet, keeps to himself, always sits in the back of our psychology lectures with his hood pulled up. He's the kind of guy who blushes when a girl talks to him, who looks away quickly if you catch him staring. And I've caught him staring plenty.

There's something about that shyness that drives me crazy. Those big brown eyes that get all wide and nervous when I lean in close. That messy brown hair that falls across his forehead. The way his cheeks flush pink when I wear something low-cut. He's adorable, and I've wanted him since the first time we studied together.

We've been study buddies for three months now. He helps me with statistics, which I'm terrible at. I help him with... well, nothing really. I just like being around him. I'd catch him sneaking glances at my chest during our sessions, and he'd look away so fast it was almost comical. His ears would turn red, and I'd have to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

Last night, my roommate was out of town visiting her parents. I texted him.

"Study session at my place? I'm desperate. Stats is going to destroy me."

He showed up twenty minutes later with his textbooks and that nervous smile that makes my stomach flip. He was wearing his usual baggy hoodie and jeans, looking like he'd just rolled out of bed. Perfect.

We studied for about an hour. He was explaining regression analysis, and I was trying my hardest to focus, but all I could think about was what he looked like under those clothes. Then I had an idea.

I reached for my water bottle and "accidentally" knocked it over. Water spilled all down my white shirt. The thin fabric went completely see-through in seconds. I wasn't wearing a bra. My nipples were on full display, hard and visible through the wet cotton.

"Oh shit," I said, pretending to be embarrassed. "I should change."

But I didn't move. I just sat there, letting him stare.

His eyes went wide. His mouth actually fell open. He was frozen, his gaze locked on my chest. I watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. And then I saw it – the bulge growing in his jeans, thick and unmistakable.

"Ethan," I said, my voice soft. "You okay?"

He jerked his eyes up to my face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be looking. I'm sorry."

I leaned forward, letting him get an even better view. "Look all you want," I said. "You can even touch if you want."

He froze. His eyes flickered between my face and my chest. "Wait. Really?"

"Really," I said. "I've been trying to get you to notice me for months, Ethan. You're the only guy who hasn't tried to fuck me. That's why I want you."

His textbook hit the floor. He lunged forward, grabbing my face and kissing me like he'd been holding back for years. His lips were soft at first, tentative, but then something shifted. His tongue pushed into my mouth, and I tasted the coffee he'd had earlier. His hands were shaking as they found my waist.

"God," he breathed against my lips. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this."

"Show me," I whispered. "Don't be shy anymore. Show me what you've been thinking about."

I led him to my bedroom and pushed him down onto the bed. He looked up at me with those big brown eyes, nervous and excited and so fucking beautiful. I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, feeling his hard cock pressing against my thigh.

"You have no idea how many times I've touched myself thinking about you," he admitted, his voice shaky.

"Tell me," I demanded, grinding against him. "Tell me what you imagined."

"I imagined this," he said. "You on top of me. Your tits in my face. The sounds you'd make when I fucked you."

I pulled off his hoodie, then his t-shirt. Underneath those baggy clothes was a body I never expected. Lean muscle, defined abs, broad shoulders. He was fit. Really fit. I ran my hands down his chest, feeling the heat of his skin.

"Look at you," I breathed. "You've been hiding all this?"

"I never had a reason to show it," he said, his hands finding my hips. "Until now."

He grabbed my wet shirt and pulled it over my head, revealing my bare breasts. His eyes went dark with hunger. His hands cupped them, squeezing, his thumbs rolling over my nipples until I moaned.

"Perfect," he whispered. "So fucking perfect."

He flipped me over onto my back, pinning me to the bed. His mouth found my neck, trailing hot, wet kisses down to my collarbone, my chest, my stomach. He was exploring me like he'd dreamed about it, like every inch of my skin was precious.

"Ethan," I gasped as his tongue found my nipple. "Fuck. Don't stop."

His mouth worked my breasts while his hand slid down my body, finding the button of my jeans. He popped it open, slid them down my legs, and his fingers found my wetness through my panties.

"You're soaked," he observed, his voice full of wonder. "All for me?"

"All for you," I confirmed. "I've been wet since you walked through the door."

He pulled my panties off and spread my legs. His face hovered over my pussy, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. Then his tongue found my clit, and I screamed.

He ate me like he was starving. His tongue was everywhere – circling my clit, dipping inside me, licking up and down my wet folds. His fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made my hips buck.

"Oh my God," I moaned, fisting my hands in his hair. "Ethan, yes. Fuck, yes."

He was relentless. His tongue worked my clit while his fingers pumped in and out of me, fast and deep. I could feel the pressure building, the heat coiling in my belly.

"Don't stop," I begged. "Please, don't stop."

He didn't. He doubled his efforts, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers curling harder. I shattered, screaming his name as my orgasm ripped through me. My thighs clamped around his head, and he kept going, prolonging the pleasure until I was trembling.

"Shit," I panted. "That was incredible."

He crawled up my body, his face glistening with my wetness. "We're just getting started."

He positioned himself between my legs, and I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He was huge – I could feel it, thick and hard, already dripping with pre-cum.

"You're so big," I breathed. "Ethan, I didn't know..."

"Surprise," he said, grinning. "They're not all hiding for nothing."

He pushed inside me slowly, inch by inch, letting me feel every bit of him. I gasped as he filled me, stretching me in a way that was almost too much but exactly what I needed.

"Fuck," I moaned. "You feel so good."

"So do you," he said, his face buried in my neck. "So tight. So perfect."

He started moving, slow deep strokes that hit a spot I didn't even know existed. His hips rolled against mine, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

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

He did, his pace quickening. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mixing with my moans and his groans. His hand found my clit, rubbing circles that pushed me toward the edge.

"I'm close," I gasped. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

"Come for me," he demanded, his voice rough. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

I did, screaming his name as my second orgasm crashed through me. He kept thrusting, letting me ride out the pleasure.

He pulled out and flipped me over onto my hands and knees. His hand pressed down on the back of my neck, pushing my face into the pillow.

"Look at you," he said, his voice full of wonder. "Look at this perfect pussy taking my cock."

He thrust inside me from behind, and I cried out. He was deeper this way, hitting spots that made me see stars. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back to meet each thrust.

"Watch," he commanded. "Watch me fuck you."

I looked back over my shoulder and saw his thick cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy. The sight was obscene, beautiful, absolutely fucking perfect.

"Fuck," I moaned. "That's so hot."

"You're so hot," he said, spanking me lightly. "So fucking hot."

His pace was relentless. He was pounding into me, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. I was a mess of moans and gasps, completely undone.

"Harder," I begged. "Please, harder."

He slammed into me, and I came again, sobbing his name as my walls clenched around him.

I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, facing away. I guided his cock to my entrance and sank down, and we both groaned.

"Fuck," he breathed. "You look so good from behind."

I started riding him, bouncing on his cock, looking back to watch his face. His eyes were half-closed, his lips parted, his hands gripping my hips. He was lost in pleasure, and I was the one doing that to him.

"That's it," I encouraged. "Look at me. Watch me ride you."

His eyes found mine, and I saw the raw desire there. His hand came up and grabbed my ponytail, pulling me back as he thrust up into me.

"Fuck, Anya," he groaned. "I'm close."

"Not yet," I said. "I want to try something else."

I slid off his cock and reached for the lube in my nightstand. His eyes went wide when he saw what I was doing.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"I'm sure," I said. "I want you to fill every hole. I want to feel you everywhere."

I handed him the lube, and he coated his cock generously. Then he positioned himself behind me, the head of his cock pressing against my tight asshole.

"Go slow," I instructed. "And use your thumb in my pussy."

He did. His thumb found my wet pussy and pushed inside as he pressed his cock against my ass. He pushed forward slowly, inch by inch, and I screamed into the pillow.

"Oh, fuck!" I cried. "Yes, yes, yes!"

He stretched me open, filling my ass while his thumb worked my pussy. The sensation was overwhelming – being filled in both holes, the pressure, the fullness.

"You feel so good," he groaned. "So fucking tight."

"Fuck me," I begged. "Fuck my ass, Ethan."

He did, his pace slow at first, then faster. His thumb was still inside me, curling against my G-spot while his cock pistoned in and out of my ass.

"I'm going to come," I warned. "I'm going to come so hard."

"Do it," he demanded. "Come for me, baby."

I shattered, my body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through me. I squirted, my juices spraying everywhere as I came undone.

He pulled out of my ass and flipped me over. His cock was slick and glistening, and I wanted to taste him.

"Let me," I said, pulling him toward my face.

I took him into my mouth, tasting myself and lube and his pre-cum. He groaned, his hand tangled in my hair as I sucked him deep.

"Fuck," he breathed. "I'm going to come."

I looked up at him, meeting his eyes, and I didn't stop. I wanted him to come in my mouth. I wanted to swallow every drop.

He did, his hot seed flooding my mouth. I swallowed, licking him clean, and he shuddered above me.

We collapsed onto the bed, tangled together, sweaty and satisfied. He held me close, his lips on my forehead.

"I can't believe that happened," he said, his voice soft.

"Believe it," I said, snuggling into his chest. "Because it's happening again."

He laughed, a warm, genuine sound. "I hope so."

"Ethan," I said, looking up at him. "I've wanted you for so long. Not just your cock. You. All of you."

His eyes softened. "I've wanted you too. I never thought you'd notice me."

"Trust me," I said. "I noticed."

He kissed me, soft and tender. "I love you," he whispered.

I felt my heart swell. "I love you too."

We fell asleep tangled together, his cock still inside me, sweaty and satisfied and completely, utterly happy.

END

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So today my uncle was visiting my new house. I don't really like that uncle as he is very greedy and shows a lot of attitude because of his high payment job. He has a wife and one son. Son is young and wife is a pure milf. She's thick and short heighted

So yesterday when I got to know he's coming, I was like no, don't let him come here instead, told my grandma that take him to village as last time he came, he didn't take us to hotel or anything just lived in our house and went

But today my mother insisted me and said let him come for the last time, let him see the changes in the house and then he'll go and we won't invite him back.. I had no other choice

So today morning, I woke up and went to coaching and after coming back, uncle was already here at my place. I showed fake happiness and pretended to enjoy that he's here. I met his wife, asked how's she and all and then sat with them for a while, beside his wife. I don't know what relation I have with her maybe aunt

So i went to my room and I slept as I only slept for 1 hour in night and I woke up at around 3 in afternoon they all were enjoying

Coming to night, we had to sleep so they decided to sleep in bedroom and I went to sleep in my room

I didn't take blanket over me as it was too hot.. my aunt came in midnight for washroom as there is only one washroom on this floor which is attached to my room. I was trying to sleep but couldn't and she came and talked for a while and I get random erections at night which she saw.. I felt so embarassed and she asked wtf is this in our native language

I was speechless then she came and sat beside me, giving me a kinky look

Then, she asked me why are you not sleeping and she kinda diverted me to a different topic and then she started pulling my underwear slowly I was like what are you doing and she just smiled.

Soon she saw my hornyass dick and she started massaging it (I have a mid dick around 6-7 inch and a bit more when erected) she later started sucking it and I also didn't stop then i unbuttoned her maxi buttons and her cleavage was damn sexy.. she was not wearing a bra in maxi I saw those big boobs and I got up and started sucking them like anything I never saw these good boobs

Later, after sucking my dick, she removed her maxi too, and she was wearing a black tight panty I could literally see her pussy outline through it and me being a porn addict, couldn't control my lust and made her lie down on my bed and started licking her pussy then after I was done, i inserted my dick in her pussy and started fucking her. She was moaning a little so I kept my hand (palm) on her mouth to stop her moaning then we did it for like 10 minutes then I took her to extreme doggystyle and even she enjoyed it I loved pressing her boobs while doing it and then i sat on my bed and made her sit on my dick then we did cowgirl and when I was finally about to cum, she bent on her knees and was like give me all your cum, and while I was cumming she was just making her big boobs bounce with help of her hands.. it was fun and as a finisher move, i kissed her for like 3 minutes while my cum was in her mouth 😺

I said this in a different post. In my desire for sex I had made some bad decisions. This was not one of them.

I lived with the same person my first 3 years of college. He transferred out for the last year. We stayed in contact and tried to meet when possible.

It was second semester and he was going home for the weekend with his girlfriend. He asked me to come over and stay. I knew his family so I said yes.

We were hanging at his house on Friday night. The 3 of us, his parents, his sister and her friend plus a neighbor. Soon it was just the 3 of us and his sister. Everyone else left or went to sleep. My friend and his gf suddenly disappeared and it’s just me and his sister.

We talk for a few minutes and I say I’m going to sleep. Next thing I know she kissed me and I instantly kiss her back. We fall in the couch and within minutes are pretty much naked. She starts to suck my cock which was a good time to confirm she is 18.

She sucks my cock, I lick her pussy, suck her tits and we fuck in many different positions. Finally I am about to cum and she jumps off my dick and sucks my dick. I fill her mouth my cum. We dress and I go to bed.

Next day sister and her father go out of town for the night. His mom and the 3 of us go out to dinner. His mom and gf drink a lot of wine and go to bed when we get back. My friend joins his gf because it’s obvious she is horney.

I was watching tv on the same couch I fucked his sister. After an hour his mom appeared is panties and a tank top. She had full 50 yr old mature women tits.

She stands in front of me and I must like that couch after what I did with her daughter on it. She said she saw what I did to her daughter and was impressed. Tonight it’s her turn and drops her panties and takes off her top.

She straddles me of the couch. I immediately get hard and start sucking her tits. She pulls off my shirt and starts pulling off my pants. She gets them off and starts sucking my cock. She takes every inch in her mouth. She comes up for air and starts to titty fuck my cock.

We went to her room where we fucked all night. I even fucked her ass.

I eventually go to bed worn out.

The next morning my friend and his gf go to church. We fucked one more time with her finishing me off by taking my whole cock in her mouth as I cum.

I have not seen either of them since.

This is a direct continuation. Even if you’ve already read Part 1 before or not, I strongly encourage you to read it again right now, then come straight back here for Part 2. You’ll catch a lot more of the heat and details that way.

If you read Part 1, you already know how that night started. The three of us under one blanket on their living room sofa, my hands soaked from both sisters, the cushion wet underneath them, and me too scared to finish what we had begun.

I was still rock hard under the blanket when the fear hit me full force.

“We can’t,” I whispered. “Your dad comes down every night. He’s going to walk in any second.”

My wife-to-be looked at me, then at her sister, then back at me. She leaned in close.

“I’ll go watch the stairs. You two finish what you started.”

Before I could argue she stood up, pulled her pajama bottoms back into place, and walked quietly toward the hallway that led to the staircase. She didn’t look back.

My SIL stayed right where she was, still half-naked under the blanket, thighs shiny, eyes on me.

I was so nervous my dick went soft. Completely. I couldn’t get it back up no matter how hard I tried. The fear was stronger than the need. Coming from the background we did, the risk of getting caught felt enormous.

She noticed. Without a word she made me sit back against the sofa, pushed the blanket down, and lowered her head between my legs. Her warm mouth wrapped around me and she started sucking. Slow at first, then deeper. Her tongue slid along the underside while she took more of me in. I got hard so fast it almost hurt.

She rubbed my shoulder with one hand while she kept sucking.

“Relax,” she whispered around my cock. “Nothing is going to happen. Just feel it.”

She went back to licking and suckling, wet sounds filling the quiet room. I grabbed the edge of the sofa and gritted my teeth.

“Slow down,” I whispered. “I’m gonna cum if you keep going like that.”

She pulled off just long enough to smile up at me.

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to make you do.”

Then she stopped completely. She stood up, turned around, and pushed her pajama bottoms the rest of the way down. Her perfect round ass was right in front of my face again. My eyes must have lit up because she smiled over her shoulder, then climbed onto my lap.

I thought she was going to put me between her cheeks like we agreed.

Instead she reached down, wrapped her fingers around my cock, and guided the head straight to her pussy.

I froze.

She started pushing down. She was incredibly tight. The head popped inside and she kept going, inch by inch, until I was fully buried in her. I could feel every ridge, every pulse of her walls gripping me.

I stared at her face, shocked.

I said her name, voice barely working.

“How… you’re not a virgin?”

She looked me in the eyes and answered quietly, “I used things. I wanted to know what it felt like.”

Then she started moving. Slow at first, rising and sinking on my cock, getting used to the stretch. The wetness from earlier made it easier, but she was still so tight it bordered on painful in the best way. She took both of my hands and placed them on her perky tits. Her nipples were rock hard under my palms. I squeezed and she moaned, riding me faster.

We both closed our eyes.

I completely forgot where we were. Forgot the house. Forgot her dad. Forgot the conservative world we lived in. Forgot everything except the feeling of her pussy sliding up and down my cock and the soft weight of her breasts in my hands. The wet sounds of her fucking me filled the room. Her breathing got heavier. Mine did too.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said suddenly, voice cracking.

She lifted off me in one smooth motion, dropped to her knees between my legs, and took my cock straight into her mouth. I exploded. It felt like my soul left through my dick. Pulse after pulse, harder than anything I had ever felt, emptying into her throat while she kept sucking and swallowing.

When the last tremor finally stopped I opened my eyes.

My wife-to-be was not at the stairs.

She was sitting on the other end of the sofa, pajama bottoms around her knees, two fingers buried in her own soaked pussy, rubbing herself and watching us. She was giggling softly, eyes bright, thighs wet all over again.

That is how I lost my virginity to my sister-in-law.

We had many more nights like that before things changed. Same sofa. Same blanket. Same risk. Same heat.

Years later my wife and I got married and moved to the West. My SIL moved to a different Western country. Life got busy. The three of us still kept in touch, but those winter nights in our home country felt like another lifetime.

She is visiting us right now.

A few hours ago she dropped a message in our WhatsApp group.

“Movie night tonight? 😉”

I looked at my wife.

She looked at me.

Neither of us has answered yet.

Note: I honestly didn’t expect this to explode like that. I had planned to write Part 2 closer to the weekend, but the response was so strong I felt compelled to finish and post it now.

Now do me justice in the comments and tell me who you thought of while reading and how much you ended up stroking/masturbating. Bonus points if you want to DM me about it.

I’d been offered a new job and I took it. Sales rep, company vehicle, better pay. Sara was devastated when I told her I was leaving. She tried to hide it, but I saw it in her face. Still, she said she was happy for me. We both knew it would make whatever this was between us even harder.

A couple of weeks after I started, we arranged to catch up on my lunch break. It was her day off. We got sushi and sat in the park like nothing was wrong. The whole time I kept looking at her mouth, her legs, the way her top sat on her tits. She caught me staring more than once and just smiled.

When it was time for me to go back I hugged her. She held on longer than she should have, then leaned in and whispered against my ear:

“Please come back to my place.”

I went back to the office, sat at my desk for ten minutes, then told my manager I had a last minute customer appointment across town. I drove straight to Sara’s house and parked around the back so no one walking past would see the company car.

I messaged her:
Me: “I’m here.”

She replied instantly:
Sara: “Come in.”

I walked through the front door and shut it quietly behind me. Her voice floated down the hallway from the bedroom.

“In here.”

I stepped into the doorway and stopped. Sara was completely naked, bent over the edge of the bed with her ass in the air, looking back at me over her shoulder. Her pussy was already glistening.

“Give me that cock,” she said, voice low and urgent. “I need it so bad.”

I walked in, dropped my bag, and walked over. My wife’s face flashed through my head for half a second, the same wife who thought I was out meeting a clients, but Sara was just so addictive. I pulled my cock out, already hard, and rubbed the head up and down her wet slit.

“You sure about this?” I asked, even though we both knew the answer.

“Stop talking and fuck me,” she said. “I’ve been thinking about you all morning. About you cheating on her with me.”

I pushed in. One long, slow thrust until I was buried in her. She was dripping, hot, and so tight it made my vision blur. I gripped her hips and started fucking her hard, the slap of skin filling the room. Every time I bottomed out she moaned into the mattress.

“That’s it… use me,” she panted. “Fuck me like you can’t fuck your wife.”

I reached under and rubbed her clit while I pounded her. She came fast, thighs shaking, cunt squeezing around my cock. I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting through it until she was whimpering.

I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and pushed her legs up toward her chest. I slid back into her and fucked her deep, watching her tits bounce with every thrust. She looked up at me with that filthy little smile.

“Does she let you cum inside her whenever you want?” Sara asked, breathless. “Or do you have to wait until she’s in the mood?”

“Shut up,” I growled, but it only made her grin wider.

“You’re going to fill me, aren’t you? You’re going to pump your wife’s husband’s cum into me and then go home to her like nothing happened.”

I fucked her harder. The bedframe knocked against the wall. She locked her legs around me and pulled me in as deep as she could take.

“Do it,” she whispered. “Cum in me. I want to feel it leaking out of me after you leave.”

I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing deep inside her, flooding her cunt while she clenched around me and came again. I stayed there for a long moment, cock twitching, still half-hard inside her, thinking about the fact that my wife had no idea where I really was.

When I finally pulled out, a thick trickle of cum followed and ran down over her asshole. Sara reached down, scooped some up with two fingers, and pushed it back into herself with a soft moan.

I cleaned up in her bathroom, washed my cock, and fixed my clothes. She stayed naked on the bed, watching me, legs still open, my cum slowly leaking out of her.

“Same time next week?” she asked quietly.

I didn’t answer. I just leaned down, kissed her once, hard, and left.

I drove back to the office with the windows down, trying to get the smell of her off me before I had to go home to my wife.

One of many stories living in Asia.

I matched with a Chinese girl in her mid-20s, cute but fairly curvy - on the thick side with plenty of ass rather than the usual bony Asian type. Around 5’6 in height. I’m a white man, then 21, 6’1 slim to muscular body type.

We had a couple of dates and kisses and it was around the 3rd one that we had a bit more to drink and ended up back at my place. From the first action I don’t remember an awful lot, maybe I was a bit inactive, but the first indication I got that my size was having an effect on her was her jumping in bed afterwards laughing and shyly commenting that I was ”kinda huge”. ( I’m about 20cm x 15 cm or 7.5x6)

Anyway this was like the red rag to the bull I became for this girl. It turned out she had an older long-term (Chinese) boyfriend who she had been cheating on with hookups of various kinds, none of whom had been close to my size. Additionally, she said I was her youngest and most athletic man to-date.

In the weeks and months that followed, my cock changed the boundaries of her sexual experiences. When I first gave it to her fully sober, I found the position which made her cum within just 10-20 thrusts every time without fail. In that position my added length and girth pounded spots that hadn’t been touched before , and it was enough for loud deep feral cries and body shakes to come from her orgasm. To make sure she went back to her BF as shook up and satisfied as possible I’d just stay in that position making her cum 20 times or more in a session, until she was unresponsive and blurred in vision. There would be times it would take her a while to walk afterwards.

That was one of the first times I truly experienced the effect that an upgrade in size can have on a woman and it was so hot I’ll never forget it. Her moans through my walls even got me another hookup with a neighbour FWB!

We were from a conservative background in a conservative country in East. Being virgins in our early twenties was completely normal. No one rushed these things. Still, the three of us had been close since college. Me, the girl who would become my wife, and her sister who was one year younger than me. We were inseparable. My SIL was the only one who actually loved horror movies. My wife and I mostly just loved being near each other.

That December the schools were closed and it was freezing. Almost every night the three of us ended up on the big living-room sofa at their house, lights off, one thick blanket over our legs, some movie playing until two or three in the morning. Their parents never minded because we stayed in the open living room.

Usually my wife sat in the middle. One night the movie was especially bad. She kept grabbing my arm every time something jumped. My SIL had nothing to hold onto and finally complained. So the next night they put me in the middle.

The new movie started. The room was dark except for the blue glow of the screen. My wife and I weren’t really watching. We started with little smooches at first, the kind we always did when no one was paying close attention. Soft, quick ones. Then they got longer. Deeper. Tongues sliding. Her soft moans breathing into my mouth. I moved down to her neck and started kissing and sucking there. She arched and let out a longer, wetter sound against my ear.

My hand slid under the blanket and settled between her legs, right over her pajama bottoms. The fabric was already soaked through. I could feel the heat and the wetness seeping into my palm. She was dripping.

She leaned in, lips against my ear, voice shaking.

“Put your hand inside and rub me.”

We were all still virgins. That was normal for us. My wife and I had kissed for hours and ground against each other until we were shaking, but that was as far as it had ever gone.

I slipped my fingers under the waistband. Her pussy was swollen and slick, folds parting easily for me. The second I touched her bare clit she jerked and bit down on my shoulder to stay quiet. I started rubbing slow circles. Her hips rolled against my hand. The wet sounds were soft but clear under the blanket. The fabric kept shifting with every stroke.

My SIL could see everything. She could hear the wetness. She could feel the blanket moving.

Then, without a word, she reached over, grabbed my wrist, and pulled my hand straight onto her own pussy. Same tight pajamas. Same heat. Same wetness already soaking through.

I yanked my hand back like I’d been burned and stared at my wife.

She only whispered, voice low and steady, “It’s okay. Do it.”

So I did.

I rubbed both of them at the same time, one hand on each soaked crotch. Their hips started moving in the same rhythm. The blanket rose and fell. The wet sounds got louder.

The pajamas were too tight. I couldn’t move the way I wanted.

“Pull them down,” I said, voice rough. “Both of you. To your knees.

My wife did it fast under the blanket. My SIL stood up.

I had seen my wife naked before. I had never seen my SIL’s body.

She turned her back to me, hooked her thumbs in the waistband, and slowly pushed the pajamas down. The most perfect round, smooth ass I’d ever seen came into view. Soft, full, flawless. She looked over her shoulder, gave me the filthiest little smile, and used both hands to press her cheeks together, spreading them just enough to tease me before she sat back down and pulled the blanket over us again.

She immediately grabbed my hand and put it right on her bare, dripping pussy.

I was so hard.

I leaned in so both of them could hear me.

“Whoever comes first gets me to rub my cock between their ass cheeks and cum right there. No penetration. Just my cock sliding between those cheeks until I empty myself. Deal?”

They both nodded. Fast.

I’d done it with my wife a couple of times already. The thought of doing it to my SIL made my stomach drop.

I went back to rubbing them. Two hands. Two soaked, swollen pussies. I gave my SIL more pressure, more speed, more attention. I wanted her to win. She wanted it too. I could feel it in the way her hips started fucking my fingers.

Her breathing turned into broken little gasps. Her thighs started trembling. Then she came.

Hard.

Her whole body went rigid, then started slithering and shivering against me like she couldn’t control it. Her thighs clamped around my hand so tight it almost hurt. A long, wet moan spilled out of her mouth against my neck. I felt the gush, hot and slick, running down her inner thighs and onto my wrist. She kept shaking for what felt like forever, pussy pulsing against my fingers.

When the worst of it passed she smiled, took my soaked hand, and pushed three of my fingers straight into my mouth.

“Lick. All of it.”

I did and it tasted amazing.

My wife had been holding back on purpose. Thirty seconds later she came just as hard. Same full-body slithering, same violent shiver, same helpless wet sounds. Her thighs flooded. I felt the heat pour out of her onto my other hand and down onto the cushion.

When they finally stopped shaking and we sat up a little, the sofa under both of them was dark and wet. A clear wet patch spread across the fabric where their asses and thighs had been.

They both looked at me, still breathing hard, faces flushed, thighs shiny.

“Whose tastes better?” they asked at almost the same time.

I told them the truth.

“Both.”

I kept listening for footsteps on the stairs. Their dad came down almost every night to check on us. Every single night. I was certain he was about to walk in and see the two of them with their pajama bottoms around their knees, thighs glistening, the sofa soaked, my hands still wet with both of them.

But the house stayed silent.

Either he had finally fallen asleep or he was upstairs doing something else entirely.

I was too worked up, too scared, and too far gone to finish what we’d started. I pulled my hands back, told them it was late, and started to stand.

They didn’t let me leave.

That same night, still under the same blanket, still in the same dark living room, they decided it was my turn.

But that’s Part 2.

Edit: Added link to part 2.

At least 5 times a year I make the trip to go shopping at the big mall in Minneapolis. I go for almost a week and visit old friends and have a nice dinner with my son and his wife. I usually get a room at a Marriott close to the mall. It was relaxing getting away by myself. I had a nice suite to myself with a good hot tub and a full minibar. I went to the lounge dressed nice to see if I could have a fling. It would be my first time but I always wanted a handsome man to ravage my body. Then he can leave me with great memories!! lol. Slutty for a woman my age but who cares?

I went and visited a few friends then had supper with my son Dan and his wife, crashed early after one last little bottle of wine. I got up the next morning and I had a text from Dan. He was in the area meeting a client and afterwards we could have a late breakfast if I wasn’t shopping. I replied sure and went over to meet him. After lunch he dropped me at the Marriott. “If you’re not busy later come by and we can have brunch in the restaurant, the foods good.” Okay. I’ll text.

I got a text a couple hours later saying her was here. I’ll be right down. There was a knock at the door. He was outside. “Sorry not ready yet. Come in. I’ll be a couple minutes. Too bad you don’t have trunks you could relax in the hot tub.” I came out of the bathroom and he was in the hot tub. “You had trunks?” No. “Ohhhhh You mean?.” Yup! I got a tingle I really shouldn’t have. It was accompanied by the fantasy of having sex in the hot tub. Not Dan, just some man, but as I talked to him it circled back to being Dan. I took your advice and got in the hot tub. Good call. I ache all over from baseball last night.

I stopped putting my jewelry on and went and put my bathing suit on and hopped in with a tray of assorted mini bottles of booze and snacks sitting on the ledge. “I guess this is brunch!” Lol. Yeah. I’m playing hooky from work. I told them I had a new prospective client in St. Paul. lol. “So how’s things?” Since last night?lol the same. lol. I didn’t want to let my mind go there but I was feeling tingles in my pussy. I’d had a fantasy of making out in a hot tub for years. In the fantasy I was hoping to pick up an anonymous good looking man for an evening of wall pounding sex.

Dan’s head was just above the water and my boobs floated on the top. I’m 20 years older than Dan. I had him when I was 20 and he’s now 30. I guess I have kind of pillowy boobs in the big picture. A few pounds on my tummy and no escaping my big bum. Still, I figure I could entice a guy up to the room. “Do you at least have your underwear on?” Of course not. They’d get wet. I got in when you weren’t around. “Oh. You forgot about the exit!” For some reason I took my top off. Whoa. Mom you have big boobs. “Oh sshh. They’re just boobs. You’ve seen them before!!” They bobbed on top of the water like life buoys. Now I was really getting taboo thoughts in my head. I had a man in my room and I was in a hot tub. I got out and grabbed more mini booze bottles and darkened the room. We sat drinking from little booze bottles. I smiled at him and tossed my bottoms. Well now! Someone’s kootchie is in the open! What Dan couldn’t see was I had a mini bottle in one hand and rubbing my pussy with the other as we talked. He may have been playing with himself too the way him arm seemed to be pumping. He’d stop if I looked too long.

It was a small hot tub. I pretended to stretch and my foot landed on his penis. Yup, he was stroking himself. “Why Dan. Are you turned on??!” Kinda. Boobs do that. I guess maybe we’d had more to drink than I thought. I moved around beside him. In my mind I was giving him a compassionate handjob. He lay his head on my shoulder as I stroked him. When I came he whimpered “oh mommy” he was like a little boy all of a sudden. Not the all star baseball pitcher. It was sorta nice. He reached over and held my boob and lifted it and sucked on my nipple. Now I was really getting taboo thoughts! His hand pushed my thick thighs apart as he went up to my pussy. In my head I kept repeating “It’s not Dan It’s not Dan. This is okay.” He traced his finger up and down each side of my pussy. He ever so gently stroked my prominent clit. I couldn’t help myself. I let out a loud “oh fuck! Jesus that feels good.” My legs were turning to jello. I couldn’t have ran if there was a fire. My tummy muscles were clenching and my toes were doing gymnastics. My butthole was doing that winking thing. He brought me to my climax fast with the rubbing and sucking my nipple. “Oh Dan!!” I love you mommy. The fact he was calling me mommy like a little boy made it all seem a little innocent, but it was far from innocent. All I could think about was him fucking me doggy style. My favorite position then getting on top riding him. I was getting ahead of myself. These two acts might be as far as it goes.

I got out of the tub and toweled off my big breasts and chubby bum waiting to see Dan naked. My hormones and sex drive were in overdrive. He stepped out with his manhood dangling. He was well endowed and not shy right now. I toweled him off like bath time 28 years ago. A spent way too much time drying his penis and balls off. I watched for the reaction of his facial expressions and if he got hard. Both were met with approval. He gave me a mom son kiss then I stood on my tiptoes and gave him a slightly better one on his lips. It didn’t seem gross or icky. My damp boobs were against him. I was shorter. I was blowjob height! lol I didn’t want to do that though. That didn’t appeal to me considering who he was. The rest seemed okay. Odd. He lifted me onto the bed. I love you mom. “I love you too sweetie. This is okay.”

I climbed on the bed with my big bum in his face. He grabbed my waist before I could get far and showered my bum with kisses. He spread my bum and kissed deep to an area no man has kissed. Then he let me crawl onto the bed further. I was in my dream position. I knelt waiting for him. I was breathing very shallow. As he entered me I let out a huge groan. Mom, you feel so good. I was like a born again virgin cause I hadn’t had sex for so long. He went slow and I loved and savoured every stroke having mini orgasms every minute. He leaned over and held my breasts rolling my knobby nipples. Just doing that could have got me off. He straightened up and went faster I held on and let myself cum when I felt his final jerks into me. My clit felt slippery as his cum was pooling at the opening. He knelt going soft in me. He backed away and I gave him a long look at my pussy full of his cum before I lay on my side. He laid beside me and sucked on my nipples. It felt really really good to have a man suck on my nipples and have sex.

As we lay there we didn’t talk seriously, just about what gives us pleasure, sex wise. I got him hard again and lowered myself down on his throbbing cock. My breasts bounced around as I ground my meaty pussy into him. He took them in his hands to settle the smacking around, squeezing and sucking on them. I came in no time, Dan didn’t. Don’t worry. We have lots of time. Let’s not rush any of this. It’s nice. That’s when I cuddled him and took the kissing up a notch. I kissed and kissed till I got his lips to open and flicked my tongue at his. It felt a bit weird for a second then we went at it like kids for the first time. I jerked his cock and it was then I sucked his cock. He hadn’t cum. Another compassionate orgasm. The lies we tell ourselves. God it felt great to suck a man’s hard cock. As I sucked I chuckled to myself. “So that’s what my pussy tastes like?! Teehee.” He’d seem to be close and I’d slow down. I edged him. Guys I dated in college loved that. I kept him close for 20 minutes. Again he said “please mommy! Let me cum!” I let him. His strong orgasm hit the back of my throat. I resisted gagging. His next ropes just continued to fill my mouth. VERY full. I came up and did the slutty thing showing him my mouth full of his sticky seed. I used my tongue to wipe it across my teeth as it hung from the roof of my mouth. I was taking a breath before I gulped it down. I smiled. “Mmmm. You taste good sweetie.” I kissed him with his cum slightly still in my mouth. “So sweetie. How’s your afternoon going? It was only 3. We still had hours to ourselves. It’s going really good. I love you mom. “I know I love you too. We just shared our love a little different. Well. A lot different, but I think it’s okay for us.” It is. I’m like a child around you, in a great way.

The liquor was wearing off and there was no remorse. He wasn’t dressing and running away. I got us another couple of minibar drinks and we drank them down. I laid on my back as if to say “take me!” He did. “I wanted to look in your eyes as you cum in me .” Funny. That’s what I was thinking too. I watched as Dan made love to me. The pained look on his face as he reached orgasm and fell limp on my chest. I kissed his neck. I was so busy watching his pleasure I didn’t climax. He knew that. After a very short breather he suckled my breasts then went to my pussy. He spread just the very top of my slit and sucked my whole clit in his mouth. He slurped on it loudly. Just the sound got my toes twitching. I bucked up into his face and came. The powerful contractions pushed a large amount of cum and pussy juices onto the sheets. Enough that we had to move over two feet. “Oh sweetie. Best orgasm I’ve had, maybe ever!” He stayed between my legs licking me and kissing my clit tasting my flowing girl cum.

We lay there. I was thinking that was enough sex for one day. I didn’t want to wreck things. I was here for 3 more days. Dan must have been thinking the same thing. He had a shower and gave me a big kiss. “Tomorrow? Same time?” Yes. I’ll be here.

That was it for shopping. For 3 days Dan and I had a wonderful and memorable time. I haven’t had that much sex since college.

Now when I visit Minneapolis I don’t fantasize about getting picked up by a stranger in a lounge. I have one waiting. I also go shopping a lot more. ;)

so i woke up at like 2am absolutely soaking wet from one of my sex dreams. you guys probably already know i get these constantly. like at least a few times a week if not every day i have some insanely vivid dream about getting fucked and i wake up soaking and outrageously horny and basically useless until i am able to cum and finally go back to sleep.

i was sleeping over at my best friend josie and her boyfriend josh's place, which happens a lot obviously. i have my own little spot in their guest room. i woke up from this dream where i was getting fucked from behind by someone i couldn't see and i was wildly horny. i laid there for maybe a minute just touching myself before i decided that wasn't going to be enough and i made the decision to wake up my friend's boyfriend.

i walked down the hallway to josie and josh's room and pushed the door open slowly trying my best to be quiet. they were both asleep. josie was on her side facing away from josh, and he was on his back with the blanket half on and half off him. he was only wearing boxers and i could already see him half hard through them which honestly just made me wetter. i wondered if he was having a sex dream too, or if his cock was just like that at night.

i crawled onto the bed from the bottom and pulled his boxers down really carefully just enough so that i could see his cock. his cock was right there and i just wrapped my lips around it after softly licking it with my wet tongue. i started slow, just the tip, getting him wetter with my mouth. he was getting harder with every lick and i took him deeper and deeper into my mouth until i was full on sucking him properly. i felt his hand come down on the back of my head and i knew he was awake.

"poppy?" he whispered.

i pulled off just long enough to say "shh. just let me." and went right back down on him. i was sucking his cock so sloppy, drooling all over it, and he was gripping my hair now. josie was still asleep like two feet away.

"fuck," he said, still whispering. "you're so fucking naughty".

"i had a dream," i said between sucks and licks. "i need you to fuck me. like right now"

he pulled me up by my hair and flipped me onto my back right there next to josie. i spread my legs for him (i sleep naked) and he pushed his cock into my pussy and i let out this moan that i definitely should have kept quiet considering this guys girlfriend was asleep in the same bed. i didn't care though. it felt so good. i was so wet from the dream and from sucking on him that he just slid all the way in and i wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer and deeper.

"god you're so wet," he said. "were you touching yourself before you came in here?"

"a little," i said. "but i wanted your cock. i always want your cock".

he started fucking me harder and i was trying to be quiet but honestly not trying that hard. the bed was creaking and i was whimpering into his ear and he had my legs pushed up and was just going so deep into my pussy, over and over. i could feel him so deep inside my pussy and it was exactly what i needed right now. i was making these embarrassing little sounds and i didn't care, i just kept saying "harder, please, harder."

that's when josie woke up.

she rolled over and kind of blinked at us for a second. i could see her face in the dark and she looked confused and then she realized what was happening.

"wait, what the fuck?" she said, sitting up. "are you guys seriously..."

"go back to sleep josie," josh said without even stopping. he was still inside me, still just fucking me, and i wrapped my legs around him tighter.

josie reached out and put her hand on josh's back like she was going to join in. "let me..." she started.

"no," i said. i looked right at her. "you don't get to. just watch."

josh laughed and kissed my neck. "you heard her babe. sit there and be good."

the look on josie's face. you guys know she gets off on this right? like she is such a cuckqueen it's honestly ridiculous. she acts all pouty about it but she was already squeezing her thighs together and i could tell she was getting turned on. that's the part that makes it so fun.

"josh your girlfriend is getting wet watching you fuck someone else," i said loud enough for her to hear. "isn't that kind of pathetic?"

"she can't help it," josh said, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back into my pussy. "she loves watching me use you. don't you josie?"

josie didn't say anything. she just bit her lip and i could see her hand sliding down under the blanket.

"oh my god she's touching herself," i said laughing. "josie you're so desperate. your boyfriend is literally deep in my pussy right now and you can't even watch without playing with yourself?"

"shut up," josie whispered but her voice was weak. her hand was moving under the blanket and her breathing was getting faster.

"you shut up," i said. "nobody told you to talk. just sit there and watch him fuck me like a good little whore"

josh groaned and started going harder. "you're so mean to her," he said but he was smiling, i could feel it against my skin.

"she likes it," i said. "look at her. she's literally getting herself off watching her boyfriend's cock go in and out of my pussy. that's so sad josie." i was being so mean to her but i was also so close to cumming that everything coming out of my mouth was just pure degredation at that point. it felt amazing honestly.

"please let me join," josie said, and her voice was so small.

"no," josh said. "this pussy is mine tonight. yours can wait."

i came so hard when he said that. like i literally squeezed around his cock and my whole body tensed up and i grabbed the sheets and just moaned as my orgasm rolled over me. he kept fucking me during it and i was just saying "don't stop, fuck me, fill me up, please."

"you want me to cum in you?" he asked, his voice all rough.

"yes. cum in my pussy. right in front of your girlfriend. i want her to watch"

he pushed all the way in and i felt him cum inside me. at that moment i came again, just from that. you guys know that about me, i cum almost every time someone cums in me.

it's like my body just reacts to it.

josie was breathing hard across the bed and i knew she had cum too from watching us.

josh pulled out and i could feel his cum starting to drip out of my pussy. i laid there for a second catching my breath and then i looked over at josie who was just sitting there with her hand still between her legs looking completely messed up.

"come here," i said to her. "clean me up."

she didn't even pause for a second. she came over and got her head between my legs and i felt her mouth and tongue on my pussy, her tongue was licking josh's cum out of me. she was so desperate about it too, licking and sucking and getting every drop that he left in me.

"good girl" josh said watching her. "clean her up baby. lick it all out of her"

"good girl josie" i said, running my fingers through her hair. "see? this is what you're good for"

she moaned into my pussy when i said that and honestly that made me cum one more time, just a small lil one. not as intense as before.

afterwards i just stayed in their bed for the rest of the night. josie was curled up on her side and josh put his arm around me and we cuddled and kissed each other while completely ignoring the fact that josie was even there. i slept so well. i always do at their place.

i know this whole situation may have seemed kinda mean to you guys, but it has long been established that josie loves this kind of dynamic. it was actually her idea in the first place. so don't worry. we aren't really that mean, its all just for fun.

So I'm tiny (156cm), look even younger, and I've only done basic stuff. Like, very basic. Most guys treat me like I'm fragile or innocent.

But my biggest fantasy is meeting someone who sees me and decides to corrupt me. Someone patient but firm, who'd take their time teaching me exactly how to please them. Who'd praise me when I get it right and punish me when I don't.

I think about being told I'm a fast learner while I'm choking on them, about being trained to take more than my small body should handle, about being shaped into their perfect little fuckdoll.

The idea of someone investing time in breaking me down and building me back up the way they want... it's embarrassing how much I think about it. I'm supposed to be focusing on uni but instead I'm imagining being owned, trained, claimed.

Is it weird to want that kind of dynamic? Where someone basically trains you to be their ideal slut?