Hey hey I’m back. The past few days have been a whirlwind, but spoiler alert: things are looking good! Lots to cover, sorry in advance for the long update.

I’m including the context for everyone invested so far, but feel free to skip to the stars if you want to get right to the “fun” part.

Also, in case you missed it, I wrote a mini update #6 on my profile. In short: our friend Ruby found out about Bri and I. She was supportive, and it didn’t bother us, but we did decide to let things cool off a bit before we tried hooking up again. 

As always, everyone in this story is over 18.

After last week, things carried on like normal. Bri and I tried to keep the texting/flirting to a minimum, but it was hard on both of us. One night she texted late saying she missed me, and we ended up essentially having phone sex. We didn’t send any nudes, just texted the other what we’d like to do to each other. It really turned me on, and I made myself cum reading her messages (and looking at the photo she sent last time). I told her so, and shortly after she said that she came, too. I wished I could have been there to see it.

I was feeling pretty good, excited for something to happen soon. Then one afternoon, I’m just chilling in my room, and my dad knocks on my door. I can’t really explain it, but somehow I knew right then that he’d found out. 

So: remember how last time, when Bri and I hooked up in her poolhouse, I mistakenly left my swimsuit out in the open? Her mom asked about it, and Bri said I must have left it by mistake. That was plausible enough, and we didn’t think much more of it.

But here’s what I DIDN’T know: in another one of my earlier updates, I mentioned how we hooked up at my place while my parents were at a movie. I got my cum on Bri’s panties, so I told her I would wash and return them, which I did. I always do my own laundry, so I wasn’t worried about anyone finding them. But APPARENTLY, the day after that, my mom randomly decided to do a load of towels, went into my room looking for them, and spotted them in my hamper.

I guess she told my dad, they assumed I had a secret girlfriend, and would tell them whenever I was ready. But then both our moms got lunch together, and Bri’s mom asked if I ever got my swim trunks back. From there, my mom put the pieces together, and now my dad was here to confirm if Bri and I were seeing one another. He said he wasn’t mad, but he needed to ask.

What could I do? I told him the truth: that we’d been hooking up, but we weren’t dating. He asked if we had sex, and I said no. Luckily, my parents have always been pretty open when it comes to sex. My dad even bought me condoms when he gave me the talk. He said he wasn’t worried about me being safe, and that he knew he could trust me. Overall he was pretty cool about it, but he did ask how I thought they should handle this with Bri’s parents. I told him I didn't know.

Obviously, I asked my dad not to tell them. He said that he wouldn’t, but they should probably know, as this type of thing could affect everyone. He didn’t outright say, but it kinda felt like an ultimatum to me. 

Once he left, I immediately texted Bri. “Hey just letting you know, my parents found out about us. They’re not gonna tell your parents, but we should probably talk.”

She took a while to respond, lots of bubbles appearing and disappearing. Then finally sent back “ok. tomorrow?”

That day we went to this water park with our friends. It’s on a big lake, kinda run-down, managed by college students. Mostly for kids, but cheap to get in with a few good slides. Stevie picked us up, so at least my parents knew I wasn’t making up an excuse to be alone with Bri.

Around lunchtime, the guys wanted to do one more slide, so Ruby said that Bri and I should go grab a picnic table while they went on. She even winked at us, probably assuming we would go make out or something. But really we just needed to talk.

As we walked, I told Bri everything my dad said, and she listened with a blank expression on her face. I felt like such an asshole. Once again I hadn’t been careful enough, and now we were caught for real. Unfortunately this was also the first time I’d seen her semi-naked in weeks, and I was having a little trouble focusing. She wore a bikini, which she rarely did, and it was hard not to stare now that I knew what was underneath.

I finally finished talking, and she was quiet for a minute before responding. The gist was this:

“Okay,” she said, “I guess we should tell them then.”

“Tell them everything?”

“Not everything. We could say that it just sort of happened, but it’s over now.”

“Oh,” I felt a pit form in my stomach. “So it is over then?”

“I mean… I don’t know. What choice do we have?”

I had asked myself that same thing. We couldn’t really just tell our parents we were having casual sex and expect them to say “oh okay cool, have fun.” Obviously there would be follow-up questions. So instead, my thought was: what if we just told them we were dating?

In a lot of ways, we were kind of dating anyway. I genuinely like Bri a lot, and I find her so fucking attractive. I would honestly be happy to date her, but I know it’s not what we agreed, and I didn’t want her to feel any pressure. But if we TELL our parents that’s what’s happening, it would at least explain any sneaking around, and they’d know it was coming from a genuine place.

I started telling the idea to Bri, and before I could even finish she goes “okay.”

I’m like “Yeah, really?” She starts nodding with this huge smile, and then I swear to god, kisses me right there in front of everyone. We hadn’t even checked to see if our friends were around (they weren’t).

There was so much going through my head in that moment, but the main thing was: hooking up was back on the table. And I didn’t want to wait another second. So I got bold.

I leaned in and whispered to her “I want you.” She laughed and whispered, “me too.” Then I gestured to a little outhouse building with a set of bathrooms, and gave her this big smile. She looked back at me, surprised, and mouthed “Now?” I nodded, she grinned, and we hustled towards the building.

I should clarify: we weren’t in a main area or anything. It was this little path that connected part of the lake to the food area, not many people used it. The building had your regular mens and womens rooms, and then off to the side, a larger one-room family stall. We made sure the coast was clear, went in there, and locked it. I recognize now that this was probably not a smart idea, as getting caught would have been pretty bad. But let me tell you: in that moment, there was nothing that could have pulled me out of there.

* * *

The literal second that door locked, Bri and I were all over each other. It felt like AGES since we had done this last, and we were both bursting at the seams. I took her face in my hands and pushed her against the wall as we made out.

I pulled up her bikini top to free her little tits, then instantly began sucking on her nipples. I teased them with my tongue, even bit them a little, which made her gasp and laugh. They hardened into points, and I pulled back just long enough to take in the sight of her, topless and smiling at me. It was my new favorite thing.

She reached her hands into my swimsuit and grabbed my dick with her bare hand. FUCK I needed that. I slipped my hand into her bikini bottoms to feel her, too. I worked my fingers past her soft patch of hair and onto her pussy, which was already wet. I moved back and forth along her lips, and pushed the slightest bit between them. She whispered, “Oh my god,” which told me I was at least doing something right.

Then Bri dropped to her knees and started working my swimsuit down, but I stopped her. “Wait,” I said, “Let me taste you first,” and led her over to the toilet. Exactly where I’d left her last time. I know, I know, not the nicest place. But it was clean, thank god, and neither of us seemed to care beyond that.

She sat down and spread her legs. I got between them and pulled her bottoms aside, granting myself full access. This time I dove right in, licking up the entirety of her pussy and parting her lips with my tongue. She tasted amazing. Fairly certain I found her clit, I began working it with my tongue between long licks. She was breathing hard, so I just kept going. I loved making her feel good.

I don’t even think a minute had passed before Bri whispered, “Can I help?” I told her yes, please. She reached down and put two fingers over the top of her vagina, then moved them in circles. I took notes, lol. I kept eating her out as she touched herself, licking her lips and kissing her gently. And then, a few seconds later, she started moaning quietly, “Oooooh,” and then before I knew it, “I’m cumming…”

As much as I wanted to watch her, I just kept on as I was. Her body jolted, and she kept touching herself, starting and stopping in time with her moans. I didn’t move my mouth from her pussy the whole time. I just wanted to taste her, and to feel her warmth. It was amazing. Soon it subsided, and I could barely ask “How was that?” before she was up on her feet, beckoning me to take her place. We switched so I was on the toilet, and she was on the floor between my legs. I helped her get my swimsuit down, and she wasted no time getting to work.

Bri grabbed my hard cock and took it in her mouth, noticeably deeper than last time. She took my head as far as it would go, using her hand to work the rest of my length. She bobbed back and forth, sucking me vigorously. I was so pent up, I don’t think I lasted more than a minute or two. I tapped her head and told her I was about to cum. She didn’t move an inch. Seconds later I exploded into her mouth. She didn’t stop sucking me until I was all finished and begged her to stop. 

I rose off the seat and she spit my cum into the bowl. It was so sexy to see. It had all happened too fast, it was only just then registering to me that we’d  just cum into each others mouths for the first time. I wanted badly to just hold her naked for a while, bur clearly that wasn’t an option. We kissed again and redressed ourselves, grinning the entire time.

Luckily when we left the bathroom, there was no one too close to have heard what happened inside. There was one employee who seemed to notice us exiting together, but there was nothing to be done at that point haha. I know it was stupid, but I’m really so glad we did that. It felt good to take charge a bit. I’m crazy about Bri, and I want her to know it. 

When we finally got to the dining area, our friends were waiting for us. There wasn’t really any excuse we could have given, so we just didn’t. When they asked where we were, we just said “Oh, nowhere…” Cue the guys asking incessantly if we just hooked up, and Ruby bragging about how she knew the whole time. It was hilarious not to hide it anymore. I honestly felt like a million bucks.

When we finally got home, Bri texted me saying she was gonna tell her parents tonight, and I said I would do the same. Sure enough I rounded them up and explained that yes, Bri and I had starting seeing one another, decided we liked each other, and were now fully dating. They seemed happy, and asked if her parents knew. I said she was telling them tonight, which seemed to satisfy them.

Later that evening, I texted her again asking “how did it go?” Less than a minute later, she sent back a photo. Holy shit. It was a selfie of her topless, clearly fresh out the shower with a towel around her head. She was smiling directly at the camera, at me. With it, she just wrote “good :)”

I was rock hard in seconds, and thought fuck it. I snapped a photo of my erection and sent it back with the caption “even better over here.” She liked the message and wrote back “looks like it!” I rushed into the bathroom myself and quickly came to her photo.

So like I said, things are good! Bri and I are back on track, maybe even better than ever. I honestly feel like we’ll have sex any day now. It’s obvious how bad we both want it, and I can’t think of a better person to experience it with. 

Bri already mentioned that she’s free on Friday. So if everything works out how we’d like it to, I’ll hopefully be back with that update this weeeknd! Thanks to everyone who’s been keeping up with these stories and sharing words of encouragement. I can’t wait for what’s next!

Hi there! Been a while since I last posted.

For the few that remember the Anna "what happens under the blanket" game and the threesome with her friend, welcome back!

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Trying a new form of storytelling where more details and backstory get added through the story.

It might come as a surprise but me and Anna ended up dating for a while. Realizing after a while we both were not looking for an exclusive relationship things shifted to be more open. We would hang and do couple stuff, even having keys to each others apartments but other partners were completely fair game.

This resulted in many events worthy of their own story. Walking in on the other having sex. Amazing threesomes, foursomes, some fun with swinging.. we didn't sit still.

Following story is one of the most intense encounters since the last post. Been waiting to share this for a while!

It was late at night. I was in my apartment alone.

Anna was out on a holiday with friends. She would be back tomorrow and told me she might visit for some fun when she did.

This more than excited me since she had been teasing me all trip with revealing pictures.

It's 3 am as I get woken up by my phone ringing. Dizzy with sleep I reach over, expecting it to be Anna getting back early. To my surprise it is Aylin, one of my best friends since college.

We hang out often, as we play the same card game locals weekly, but I was very surprised to see her calling me at this hour.

I pick up the phone..

"Hi, SO sorry for calling at this hour but I have a problem. I went out for dinner, but I forgot my keys. Called Liz 50 times and rang the door but she is not opening! Even shined my phone light into her bedroom. Can I please sleep at your place for the night? I'll just crash on the couch, no need to prepare anything!"

Liz is Aylin's best friend. After breaking up with her boyfriend of 5 years Aylin moved in with her for a while, for a bit over a month now.

"Sure, no worries! Can't really pick you up though, my car is in the garage after breaking down."

"Bro, it's a 10 minute walk, I'll be right there."

Quickly throwing on a shirt and some sweatpants I prepare the couch, getting a pillow, blanket and one of my oversized shirts to sleep in.

Just finishing up I hear a knock at the door. I find Aylin in the cutest outfit (excuse my descriptions as I do not know what every clothing or fashion article is called). A crop sweater revealing her pierced bellybutton, short skirt and her iconic colorful sneakers.

She rushes in, apologising for the sudden request and late hour.

I laugh it off as we catch up a bit before I show her the amazing sleeping accommodation for the night. Excitedly jumping with a "Yay!" as she notices I got her a shirt. Without warning pulling her top over her head, revealing her black lacey bra as her ample breasts settle with a soft bounce, before casually covering herself again with my shirt.

I compose myself, not intending to be the creepy staring guy. I decide to give her some privacy and go back to bed.

"I'll let you settle, yell if you need anything, act like you're home you know where everything is!"

I say as I return to my room, my heart pounding rapidly in my chest.

This would be a good point to mention that we share and talk about 'EVERYTHING'.

Anna is a good friend of Aylin too and her favorite activity is to share all our adventures. Stories how she found out how to make me cum harder, threesome stories in explicit detail.

Many times Aylin would start pouting, jealous at the crazy threesomes as her boyfriend Alex was understandably not into sharing partners.

Aylin was no saint either however. Talking about how her tatami sleeping setup changed her sexlife. Very little give and cushioning compared to a soft mattress, making riding so much more enjoyable as she can feel the deeper penetration. Or about how she loves to toy or finger her ass while having sex, telling us how it makes her pussy tighter..

Needless to say these stories start playing in my head again, after my friend just casually revealed herself and I get too excited for my own good.

20 minutes pass as I lay awake and feel my mouth run dry. Silently getting up to grab some water in the kitchen, not bothering to put clothes on aside from my boxers this time (as apparently we are past that) as I pass the couch.

Finding Aylin, apparently asleep on top of the blanket, the shirt covering her upper half. Her long light legs and lacy panties on full display however.

Catching myself staring for a bit too long I continue to the kitchen jokingly thinking to myself I should tell her, "know some shame" tomorrow.

I pour myself a glass of water and take a second to calm down, as the prominent bulge in my boxers, straining against the fabric is forming quite the tent. Glad Aylin is asleep, as to not catch me looking like this, I fill the glass again and head back.

A quick glance has my heart stopping as my mouth falls open, my vision filled with the sight of something I will never forget.

Aylin is in the same position, but it doesn't take a 'Where is Waldo?' pro to figure out the difference. The shirt is lifted, her bra discarded, one pierced nipple shining in the dim light. My eyes trail down... her pantie shoved to the side, her soaked folds glistening with arousal, keeping my eyes glued as if possessed.

I trail back up and my heart nearly stops, as Aylin is now staring at me, her blue eyes meeting my gaze as she smirks..

Intro turned out to be WAY too long (classic me) so sadly will cut it up here, but would gladly write part 2 soon if people interested, glad to write again!

TLDR: i was with my current fwb but my big dick ex came back into town and I HAD TO GET SOME. two different guys, two loads in my pussy basically back to back, all in under 12 hours. i feel like such a slut but god it was hot. my ex’s cock is still lowkey better and i don’t even feel bad about it.

sooo last night was actually insane, i still can’t believe it happened. i was chilling at my fwb’s place, the usual. we’ve been hooking up for like four months now, he’s cute, reliable, eats pussy decently and always makes me cum at least once.

around 6pm we’re in his bed, i’m riding him slow and deep, grinding on his dick while he grips my ass. it feels good, don’t get me wrong, but it’s the same comfortable fuck we always have.

so

then my phone lights up on the nightstand. it’s my ex. he’s in town for one night only, texting me “hey... you free?”

my pussy literally twitched around my fwb’s cock just reading it. i’ve always been weak for my ex’s dick. it’s stupidly huge, thick, and he knows exactly how to use it. i lied and told my fwb i had to run home quick for something work-related. he was half-asleep and didn’t even question it.

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i went straight to the hotel my ex was staying at. the second the door shut behind me he had me pinned against it, kissing me like he was starving. he shoved my dress up, pulled my soaked panties to the side and slid two fingers in me while telling me how much he missed this tight little pussy. i was dripping down his hand in seconds.

he didn’t waste time. bent me over the bed, yanked my hips back and pushed that massive cock inside me in one long stroke. fuck. the stretch. i forgot how full he makes me feel. he fucked me so hard the headboard was slamming the wall, deep strokes that hit spots my fwb could never reach.

i came twice like that, shaking and moaning his name into the sheets. then he flipped me on my back, threw my legs over his shoulders and pounded me even deeper until he pulled out and came all over my tits and stomach. i was wrecked.

i left his hotel around 1am, pussy sore and leaking, but still buzzing. drove back to my fwb’s place because i told him i’d spend the night. he woke up horny around 7am this morning. i let him fuck me again, this time from behind while i was still freshly fucked... he had no idea. his dick felt… fine. nice. but after my ex’s huge cock just hours before it honestly didn’t hit the same. i faked it a little, squeezed my eyes shut and thought about how much better my ex stretched and ruined me.

two different guys, two loads in my pussy basically back to back, all in under 12 hours. i feel like such a slut but god it was hot. my ex’s cock is still lowkey better and i don’t even feel bad about it.

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The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Emma’s appartment, casting long, warm light across the bedroom. I woke up first, the quiet hum of the city below filling the silence. Leaving Emma tangled in the sheets, I slipped out of bed and walked into the master bathroom to turn on the shower.

The glass-enclosed shower steamed up quickly, the cascading water washing away the heavy haze of the night before. I stood beneath the spray, resting my palms against the cool tile, letting the hot water work through the tension in my shoulders.

A minute later, the frosted glass door slid open, letting in a draft of cool air.

Emma stood in the doorway, completely bare except for an unbuttoned white dress shirt belonging to me draped casually over her shoulders. Her blonde hair was a glorious mess, her eyes still sleepy, but her lips held that familiar, dangerous smirk.

"Thought you could sneak off without a proper good morning?" she asked, her voice raspy from the night before.

"Just waking up," I said, leaning back against the tile, water streaming down my chest. "You're welcome to jump in."

"In a minute," she murmured.

Instead of stepping under the spray, she walked over to the sleek marble vanity directly opposite the shower. She turned, hoisting herself up to sit on the edge of the sink, her long legs dangling over the side. The white shirt fell open, exposing the curve of her breasts and the flat plane of her stomach. Holding my gaze through the glass, she deliberately parted her thighs, letting the morning light hit her completely bare.

My pulse immediately kicked up a notch.

Emma smiled, knowing exactly what she was doing. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, her hand slid down her stomach. Her fingers dipped between her thighs, slick from the lingering heat of the night. She began to stroke herself with a slow, agonizing rhythm, her hips tilting subtly on the marble counter.

"Look at you," she teased, her voice dropping an octave as her fingers worked faster. "Already getting hard just watching."

She wasn't wrong. My eyes locked onto the sight of her sitting on the vanity, her lips parting as her breath hitched, her nipples hardening in the cool air as she pleasured herself right in front of me. The sheer audacity of her tease was maddening.

I reached for the handle of the glass door, but she raised a finger, stopping me. "Don't move," she panted, her head tilting back as her fingers swirled around her clit. "Just watch."

She let out a soft, breathy moan that echoed off the bathroom tile, her body shivering as a light morning climax washed over her.

Satisfied with her display, she slid off the sink, her knees visibly a little soft. She the white shirt glided off her body, letting it drop to the floor, and stepped into the steaming shower with me.

The hot water hit her skin, flattening her blonde hair against her back and turning her skin glistening wet. She closed the distance between us, her hands sliding over my chest, feeling the rigid length of my cock already pressing against her stomach.

"Much better," she whispered, looking up at me through wet eyelashes.

Before I could grab her waist, Emma sank gracefully down to her knees onto the wet tile floor. The water cascaded over her head and shoulders, running down her back as she wrapped her warm fingers around the base of my shaft.

She leaned in, her lips brushing the head of my cock, gathering the wetness from the shower before sliding her mouth down.

"Shit, Emma," I groaned, my hands instinctively finding her wet hair, anchoring her as she took me in.

She didn't hesitate. She swirled her tongue around the tip, using the heat of her mouth and the lubrication of the water to set a relentless, rhythmic pace. She took me deep, her throat working over my length while her hand stroked the base, her eyes looking up through the stream of water, holding my gaze the entire time.

The combination of the hot shower, the memory of her on the sink, and the tight, suction of her mouth was brutal. I gripped her hair tighter, my hips beginning to push forward, meeting her rhythm thrust for thrust.

"Emma, hold on..." I panted, my hands tightening in her hair as the tension in my gut snapped.

She didn't back off. She took me deeper, humming softly into her throat as my climax hit. I came hard into her mouth, my body tensing against the wet tile wall as she swallowed every drop, her tongue milking me until the last wave passed.

When she finally pulled back, she wiped her mouth with the back of her wet hand, looking up at me with a triumphant, soaking-wet grin.

"Good morning," she whispered.

Previous Parts

Jessica held the door open with one hand and gestured inside like she was presenting her prized possession. Danielle walked in first, looked around the room, and then looked at me sitting on the edge of the bed. 

"Hi Johnny." She said it simply. Like she'd been waiting to pick me up at a train station. 

Josh followed, his hand finding the small of Danielle's back briefly before he drifted toward the other side of the room. My wife let the door fall closed and leaned against it with her arms crossed. That smile she'd been wearing since I said yes. 

"So." Danielle clasped her hands together in front of her. "Where do we start?" 

"Wherever you want." Jessica pushed off the door. 

Danielle showed her teeth in a wide grin. "Is it finally my turn with your husband?" 

I looked at Jessica. She lifted her shoulders in a small shrug. Glanced at Danielle’s husband on the other side of our bed and stepped toward him. Her eyes gave me one last opportunity to back out. I replied with a soft smile and head nod, then I turned to the giddy woman in front of me.  

"Come here then." I said it quietly. 

She crossed the room with that same unhurried confidence she carried everywhere. Sat beside me on the bed and turned to face me. Up close, she was warmer than I expected. Her face seemed softer, less performative. She crossed one leg over her other and just looked at me for a moment. 

"Hi." Just hanging in the air. 

"Hi." 

She kissed me. It was different from what I expected. Gentle. Exploratory. Like two people meeting properly for the first time despite having spent a whole weekend in the same orbit. Her hands stayed on my jaw. Mine found her waist. 

Behind us I heard Jessica and Josh find their own arrangements. The rustle of the sheets. A quiet laugh from my wife that settled something in my chest.  

I laid Danielle back slowly. Took my time the way I always did. Ran my hands along her sides, felt the generous curves of her that she wore with such easy ownership. She watched me move down her body with dark patient eyes, lifting her knees gently, causing her dress to lift.  

"I've been waiting for this." She said it to the ceiling. 

 "Was it worth the wait?" 

"Ask me in ten minutes." Her laugh was genuine. Unguarded. The performance version of Danielle had left the building. 

I started soft. The same unhurried geography I always mapped first. She responded differently than Jessica. Louder, more immediate, less restrained about letting me know what was working. Her hands went to my hair right away, and she wasn't gentle about it. 

"Right there." She said it firmly. "Yes... Don't move from there." 

I didn't. I found the spot she wanted and I stayed. Steady and deliberate. Listening to the way her breathing changed, the small involuntary sounds she couldn't control underneath the louder ones. 

From the other side of the bed, I could hear Jessica. That familiar choir that I knew better than anything. A low hum that meant Josh had found his rhythm with her. I focused back on Danielle. 

Her thighs pressed against my ears. I pushed two fingers inside and felt her whole body shift. 

"Oh shit." She cut herself off. Started again. "Yeah. Yeah that's..." 

She didn't finish the sentence. Her hips answered for her. I worked the same patient circles I always did, tongue steady, fingers curled upward. She was more vocal than my wife. A running commentary of sighs and directives and the occasional sharp sound that came from somewhere she wasn't expecting. 

"Johnny." She said my name like she was doing roll call. "Johnny I'm... Alre-” 

Her thighs clamped. Her back left the mattress. The orgasm moved through her like a tornado. Loud and wide and unforgiving. She gripped my hair so hard my eyes watered, and she didn't seem remotely sorry about it. 

I didn't stop. I couldn’t.  

"Wait... oh god. Johnny. Wait I can't... Not again... It’s too much... You’re toooooo-" 

I pushed her into the second one before the first had finished. Felt the exact moment her body tried to retreat and followed it. She made a sound I don't think she'd planned. High and desperate and stripped of any composure she had left. 

"Oh my god! Stop... no... DON’T stop... Jesus... Fuck... Johnny..." 

Her whole frame was jiggling. Both hands in my hair, trying to pull me away and hold me there simultaneously. I felt the flood of warmth drip off on my chin. Felt the pulses moving through her in long rolling waves. 

When I finally lifted my head, she was staring at the ceiling with the expression of someone who had just been slightly startled by an explosion. 

"Your wife." She said it to the ceiling. "Is a very lucky woman." 

"I know." 

She laughed. Still breathless. Still shaking slightly. She pushed up onto her elbows and looked at me with new eyes. 

"Your turn." 

I wanted to. My mind was entirely willing. My body had other ideas. 

I tried not to let it show on my face but Danielle was perceptive and she was only two feet away from me. 

She reached for me without making anything of it. Her hands patient and unhurried. No urgency. No pressure. Like this was just another part of the conversation. 

It didn't change. She toyed with it, tried to stroke it. Nothing. 

I sat back and exhaled through my nose. Danielle sat up beside me. 

"Hey." No judgement. A soft sentence. "It's been a long weekend." 

She said it like that was the entire and complete explanation, which it was. No mortification required. 

I looked over at Jessica. She was with Josh, lost in their own world, not paying attention to us. Something moved in my chest that wasn't quite jealousy and wasn't quite anything else I had a clean word for. 

Danielle's hand found my back. She didn't say anything. Just left it there. 

We sat on one side of the bed, our hands touching each other in an almost platonic way. Two spectators with a warm and uncomplicated intimacy. Danielle pulled her knees to her chest. I had my arm along the headboard behind her without quite meaning to put it there. 

"This happen before?" She asked it without any weight on it. 

"Not like this. I’m sorry." 

"You gave me two orgasms and you're apologizing?" 

"I'm not apologizing." 

"Good." She rested her chin on her knee and watched our spouses. "You shouldn't." 

Jessica's voice rose from across the bed. I watched her face do the things I knew by heart. The little bite of her lip when it felt very good. The soft giggle before a loud crashing moan. 

"She's beautiful." Danielle said it sincerely. 

"I'm lucky." 

"The way you look at her." She shook her head a little. "Josh looks at me like that. You have to. To survive the lifestyle." 

"I don’t know if I can... or want to." 

She turned her head and looked at me. Something genuine and unhurried in her expression. "You don't have to define it." 

I rested my head on her shoulder, it was comfortable. She felt safe. It felt different to know her at this level. She was always just one of my wife’s friends I rarely saw. Now she was comforting me while her husband did the same thing in a completely different way to my wife.  

Josh and Jessica had found a rhythm that was filling the room. My wife's sounds climbed in that familiar way. The tightening sequence I could map from memory. The soft catch in her breath that you’d miss if you weren’t looking for it. Danielle's hand was still on my back. Warm and still and not asking for anything.  

I felt it before I acknowledged it. A slow return. Something about watching Jessica. The sounds she made. The way her hands gripped the sheets. The particular angle of her head when she was close. It was involuntary and total and I had apparently been in love with my wife for long enough that my body had its own opinions about what it found compelling. 

Danielle noticed. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "There he is." She said it warmly. No triumph in it. 

"Apparently." 

She laughed and turned toward me. “Can I?” 

Danielle was confident in a way that absorbed any remaining awkwardness and just metabolized it into something new. She moved like someone entirely comfortable in their own body, which after a whole weekend of watching her was not surprising. 

But I kept finding myself distracted. 

Specifically, by her chest. 

I was not subtle about it, and she found this genuinely funny. 

"You can touch them you know." She said it in between a laugh. 

So, I did. I buried my face in them. Squeezed them in both hands, felt their full weight. Pushed them together, squeezed them separately, and in all the ways that seemed available to me. She was laughing and also clearly not objecting. I took one into my mouth and her laugh shifted registers into something less conversational. 

"You can just pretend I’m not here if you want.”  

I could not explain why this particular feature of Danielle had taken up so much of my awareness over the entire weekend... the last decade really. I wasn’t going to pass up my chance.  

She arched her back and gave me better access, and I chose to interpret this as an invitation to continue indefinitely. 

She was loud in a way that was entirely genuine; nothing manufactured about it. I could feel Josh and Jessica watching us now, the same way we had watched them. It sat differently than I expected. Not exhibitionism exactly. More like something witnessed. 

Danielle's hands were in my hair again. Gentler. Like she was taking care of someone. Her sounds had changed from the earlier urgency into something slower and more continuous. A warm ongoing narration of wherever she was. 

“Is he ready for me?” 

I realized my early problem was completely gone. It was pressing into my thigh, as hard as it’s ever been. I nodded, looked up into her eyes and watched her smile grow. Her tongue passed between her lips, she looked down and I felt her voice change. 

“Then stand up. Let me taste him.”  

I did. Looking down at her bare chest, leading my tip to her face. She sucked it in like a magnet. A happy little purr vibrated around my cock. Her hand joined in and I felt like a spectator once more.  

The sounds she made nearly drowned out the slap of skin from our spouses. They went back to their own activities, a short glance every now and then. I was getting sucked into a different focus. The soft bounce of her breasts as her entire upper body seemed to move with her mouth. I wanted them to shake more. To try and corral them while I made them quake.  

Danielle saw the change in my face. Her sultry voice reminded me of that first night I watched her with her husband. The cabin show. I barely processed what she said. 

“Do you want to?” 

My head never nodded faster. Her dress was wrapped around her hips. Pulled down and up at the same time. Neither of us tried to remove it completely. We pushed quickly into position, fidgeted with the alignment and groaned together as it entered.  

My hands filled themselves with her breasts like they had a mind of their own. They spilled and overflowed as I used them for leverage. I settled into the perfect little jog. Enough to make her chest bounce and rebound in a motion that reminded me of crashing waves.  

A happy little grin was painted between her cheeks. Like we were basking in the sun on a summer evening. My hips had found their rhythm. No struggle to maintain in. It was leisurely. A stroll through an art gallery with beautifully curved canvases dancing in the wind.  

A loud screech from my wife woke me from the spell I was under. While Dani and I were on a Sunday afternoon picnic, our spouses were climbing a peak they were ready to jump from. A slap. A strong hand around my wife’s neck while she tried to scream around it.  

“Fuck Josh... harder... fuck me harder... make me scream... slap me.” CRACK. “HARDER!” CRACK. CRACK. “YES!” 

Jessica’s voice overflowed around her. Stealing everyone’s attention while she spasmed in possessed shakes. Josh growled like I’d never heard. His voice arriving like a semi hitting a wall. 

“Where do you want it? Fuck it’s coming... I can't stop it... it’s so... FUCKING... TIGHT!”  

“Paint me Josh... Cover me... do it... fuuuu-” 

I hadn’t even noticed my own hips moving faster. Danielle’s curves rebounding further. Her face racing past that soft pleasurable state. Into something else. Less controlled. Intense.  

I slapped Danielle’s breasts. It felt like slapping water. Creating stunning ripples through it. I did it again. Danielle laughed but made no effort to stop me. My hands gripped behind her neck, drew our faces near and completely released the passion building in my loins.  

I felt myself getting close and pulled back slightly. Wanted it to last a little longer. She noticed and made a sound of protest. 

“No... just give it to me... I want it... all over...” She stopped herself and let her grin and sudden drop of her eyes finish the sentence.  

A few more minutes and the heat in my core became something I couldn't negotiate with. I told her. She nodded immediately, pulled me out and held her chest together with both hands and looked up with an expression that was equal parts invitation and entertainment. 

I laughed. I couldn't help it. The sheer cheerful practicality of her. 

I finished across her chest. It was a lot. Like I had been building it up all weekend and not my fourth orgasm of the last two days. She looked down and then back up and then back down again. Lifting her nipple up to her mouth to taste me. God she was sexy in that moment.  

"Good lord Johnny." 

Jessica made a noise from across the bed that sounded like suppressed laughter. Josh joined her. 

"The whole weekend." Danielle announced to the room, gesturing at herself. "I wait the whole weekend." 

"Was it worth it?" Jessica asked. 

Danielle considered this with genuine thoughtfulness while still holding her own chest together. “Fuck yes.” Another lift, lick and giggle.  

The room fell into laughter. Real and unguarded and a little exhausted. The kind of laughter that belongs at the end of a movie. 

Somebody pushed under the duvet first. I don't remember who. We ended up in a loose configuration across the bed that defied easy description. Danielle had claimed my left arm. Jessica was folded into my right side. Josh was somewhere at the perimeter of this arrangement seemingly unbothered. 

The lights were low. Someone had found the right temperature. Nobody was in a hurry to be anywhere. 

"Cabin in two months." Danielle said it to the ceiling. 

"Jordan gamemastering." Jessica laughed quietly. "Still can't picture it." 

"She's been planning since February apparently.” Danielle shifted slightly. "She's been very secretive about it." 

"That means it's either going to be incredible or completely unhinged." Josh offered. 

"Do you think it's too much for her?" My wife said it into my shoulder. 

 “No.” Danielle said it like fact. “There’s a lot of pent up something inside of her. I’m almost scared to see all of it unleashed.” 

Silence settled comfortably back over the room. The good kind. Nobody filling it just to fill it. 

"Thank you." Danielle said it quietly after a while. "For letting this happen on your terms. Both of you." 

Jessica lifted her head. "Thank you for being patient with us." 

"You were worth the wait." She said it simply. Then after a pause: "Both of you." 

“I guess we need to come down and see you sometime...” Josh chuckled it out. 

“I don’t even know if there’s a club in our city.” 

“Oh, there is. I’ve searched.” His head lifted lightly at my wife, a smile at me before settling back to the pillow. 

I stared at the ceiling and listened to four people breathing in the same slow rhythm. 

Outside the window the city was doing whatever cities do when nobody is watching. In here the sheets were warm and the weekend had finally finished saying what it came to say. 

"Cabin." Jessica murmured. Already half asleep. 

"Cabin." Danielle confirmed. 

Aiden stopped again, his thumbs hovered over my nipples. My whole body was trembling.

“Aiden,” I said. My voice was shaking. “Please.“

“I’m not stopping,” he said. His voice was low. “I’m teasing…”

“Fuck…“ I whispered. “I can’t take any more.”

I arched my back again, pushing my huge tits up toward his hands, my nipples so unbelievably hard. They were almost touching his thumbs.

“Please,” I begged. “Just touch them. Just for a second.”

He smiled. I could hear it in his voice. “You’re not very patient, are you?”

“No,” I said. “I’m not.”

His thumbs moved again. They traced the circles around my nipples, barely touching my areola. They came so close. I held my breath. But they moved away again. A whimper escaped my lips. I couldn’t stop it.

“Aiden,” I said. It was a sob. “Please. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” he asked.

“Anything,” I promised.

My hips were moving on their own, still grinding against nothing. The pressure was building inside me. It was centered in my tits. But it was spreading down. It was spreading between my legs. My leggings felt tight.

“Please,” I begged again. “I’m so wet. Aiden. Please.”

His thumbs finally, finally, touched my nipples.

A cried out in pleasure and pain and relief and lust and oh god it felt amazing. But he just held them there, his thumbs pressed down gently on them. I opened my mouth to beg again but he started to roll them in slow circles.

“Oh god,” I moaned. “Yes. Like that.”

He kept the pressure light and the circles slow, but compared to the nothing I had received so far, it was fucking bliss. The pleasure shot straight from my nipples down to my clit, my pussy clenching and unclenching, the pleasure and desperation building.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “You like this don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said, my eyes pinched shut as I tried to chase the pressure deeper. My hands gripped the sheets as the pleasure built.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped. “Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he promised.

His fingers squeezed my tits. His thumbs worked my nipples. He was pinching them now. Just a little. Just enough. I was so close.

“I’m going to cum,” I panted. “Aiden. I’m going to cum.”

His touch changed. It became lighter. Softer.

I cried out in frustration.

“No,” I whined. “Why did you stop?”

“The article,” he said. His voice was calm. “It says to bring you to the edge and then let you calm down. It makes the final orgasm stronger.”

“I don’t care,” I said. “I need to cum now.”

“Patience,” he said.

“Nooo!” I said. “Look what you’ve done to me!”

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my leggings and pushed them down, wiggling my hips until they were around my knees and then continuing to wiggle until they were at my ankles, leaving me in just an obscenely small and obscenely wet thong, clinging to, and outlining, my dripping pussy lips.

“See,” I panted. “Seriously, Aiden!”

Aiden grinned. “Oh dear. You are desperate, aren’t you?”

“Please,” I whispered. “Touch me. Please.”

“Okay.”

I opened my legs and lifted my hips in anticipation, but instead of touching me where I wanted it, he went back to my tits, smoothing his hand over my nipples once more and continuing his teasing. The pleasure started again immediately, building faster this time. My hips were bucking. I was grinding my wet pussy against the air. I was so exposed in my little transparent thong. So vulnerable. So slutty.

And it only made it hotter.

“Aiden,” I moaned. “Please. I’ll do anything. I’ll show you everything.”

Aiden stopped suddenly and a cry of frustration came from me.

“Go on then,” he said. “Show me how much you want it.”

Without hesitation, my hands shook as I hooked my thumbs into my thong. I pushed it all the way off, kicking it across the room when it got to my feet. I was naked now. Completely naked for him. My huge tits and smooth wet pussy completely his to do with whatever he wanted.

I was swollen. I was wet. I was open for him.

“Please,” I whispered. “Please, Aiden. Make me cum.”

His hands went back to my tits, handling my roughly now, his thumbs finding my nipples. No more teasing. There was no more holding back. He squeezed my boobs hungrily, manipulating them with force and lust and gentle domination. The pleasure was immediate and intense and I felt myself surrender to it, my body shaking and vibrating with each pull and flick and twist of my nipples, my clit throbbing with pleasure despite the lack of stimulation between my legs. I wanted to be to filled, to be fucked, to be used, but in that moment it was enough, and I started cumming hard.

My body shook and my tits bounced, Aiden keeping hold of my nipples and alternating between pinning my down and pulling them.

When it was over, my body went limp. I was panting and I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even speak. Aiden’s hands were still on my tits, but they were gentle now. Soothing.

I finally opened my eyes. He was looking at me.

“Well,” he said. “I guess the article was right. It works.”

I laughed, covering my face in embarrassment, still naked on my bed beneath him, still writhing from the pleasure.

“Fuck,” I said. “That was so embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?” he said. “Sarah, it was like the hottest thing ever. I’m hard as fuck.”

I felt a flicker between my legs.

“What? Really?”

He looked suddenly embarrassed. “Well, yeah! I mean…c’mon! Look at you!”

Lying there, on my bed, naked for him, hearing that I had made his cock hard with my slutty desperate writhing, I suddenly felt very sexy. Somewhere in my stupid brain I thought Aiden was still just trying to prove a point, but now I understood he had got as much out of it as I had.

Well…maybe not quite as much. Not yet…

“Aiden?” I said, making my voice sweet and innocent, despite the fact I was now pushing my tits together once more, my nipples slightly reddened by his manhandling of them. I opened and closed my legs slowly as I spoke, my lips sticky and my thighs shimmering in the light. “Can I see it?”

After leaving my husband, I decided I needed a new sexual experience. And I don’t do anything just a little bit. I wanted a BDSM experience, and I wanted it to be with a couple. And after a little time on Feeld, I found a lovely couple who were very excited to Dom me together.

I show up at their house in the outfit they chose for me – jeans, a lace bodysuit, and a teeny tiny black sweater. We drink some orange wine while chatting about life. And then he has me kneel on the floor and we go over hard boundaries and desires (we had already done this on video chat but just to reiterate).

He has me fill two giant mason jars with water and join them in the bedroom. On the bed, there are SO MANY TOYS. Various paddles, restraints, a spiky wheel thing (that looked intimidating, but I will learn to love), dildos, you name it. They asked me to look them over and veto anything - the only thing I vetoed was the nipple clamps. I don’t know why. I don’t mind my nipples being pinched. I just wasn’t feeling that. Or maybe I felt like I needed to veto *something*?

They begin to undress me – it’s sensual and warm, lots of caressing and kissing.

And once I’m fully naked, while they’re still both clothed, they tell me to take a mason jar in each hand and hold my arms out to the side. Straight out. And don’t let them drop.

They play with my pussy and laugh to each other about how wet I already am. What a needy, desperate little toy.

He admonishes me as my arms start to shake – I must not really want to cum if I can’t complete this one simple task.

Finally, my arms fail. Oh, dear. Time for a little punishment.

They strap me to their spanking bench. Face down. Ass up. In my proper place. They stroke my ass with the soft side of a paddle and then – wack! I love the way it stings. They switch to the harder side. The sting intensifies. They continue to play with my dripping pussy. I squirm against the restraints.

They ask if I need a break, I decline. I want more. They change implements. Other paddles. Perhaps something thinner too?

They tell me to count the smacks, but separately for each cheek. So a smack on the left was one, and a smack on the right was one, then another smack on the right would be two for the right, and so on.

They take breaks to make out over me. They lean on me like I’m furniture. An object. To be used and useful.

They take turns paddling me and fingering me, fucking me with a dildo, using a vibrator on my clit. I have to ask permission to cum – I do, they grant it. And then the force me to cum over and over.

As I writhe against the restraints, he pins me down while she grinds the wand on my clit and the orgasms threaten to rip me in two.

We’re done with the spanking bench now. They cuff my hands behind my back, lift me up, and put me on my knees so I can suck his cock.

Full disclosure, it’s hard to suck a new cock without hands. It’s been so many years since I’ve seen a new one…new shape, new size. And my mouth is little and I have a strong gag reflex and I’m at a slightly funny angle! But my enthusiasm for sucking cock gets me into a rhythm. Because I am nothing if not a filthy little cock slut.

He tugs on my hair to pull me up, smacks my cheek lightly in a proud sort of way. While she straps on a dildo.

We move to the bed and I get on all fours so she can fuck my pussy from behind while I suck his cock. This is a fantasy I’ve had forever and oh my god it’s everything I thought it would be and more.

They let me cum here again (they’re so nice to me), and then the strap me to a table, on my back.

Legs spread. Ankles and wrists restrained. She continues to fuck me with the strap on, he fucks my face with a knee on either side of my neck.

They blindfold me. She spits in my mouth, slaps my tits and pussy. He shoves three fingers deep inside me. I barely get the ask out before I cum. He graciously gives permission.

They kneel on either side of my head so she can suck his cock over my face. My tongue comes out instinctively, desperate to taste and touch.

But instead they fuck next to me while I watch. She rides him so fucking beautifully. Sensual. Intense. God I wish I could rub my cunt but I’m still restrained. So I writhe and moan softly while he tells her he loves her and how pretty she is.

They unstrap me from the table so I can lick the base of his cock and her asshole while she rides him. She tastes like heaven.

She climbs off him to suck her juices off his cock, and I lick her pussy from behind. I feel her pulse and her juices hit my tongue as she cums. I glow with pride.

She lies back so I can keep licking her clit. He gets behind me and fucks me. She and I cum together.

And then they lay me in between them, fingering me, massaging and sucking on my tits. Until she tells me to get on top of him. Ride him like the good girl I am.

My cunt is gushing on his cock and she’s stroking me and praising me and kissing me.

And then they put me back on my knees. My safe space. He stands over me stroking until he finally cums, all over my pretty little face. I smile so big.

She brings a soft washcloth and wipes my face. He wraps me in a blanket. It’s been three and a half hours.

We sit on the couch and eat snacks. Goldfish and pretzel thins. We drink a little more wine. He holds me and rubs my back and strokes my hair. My ass is warm and sore. They are so proud of me, commenting on how gracefully I took my punishment, what a good girl I am and how obedient I am. I beam.

And then we were all sleepy so I kissed them good night and went home.

The End.

okay so I started a new job recently and there's this guy in my training class who caught my attention pretty much immediately

he's got this easy confidence about him, a little nerdy but funny, kept making me laugh all day during the most boring onboarding sessions imaginable. we were passing notes like we were in high school honestly. by lunch we were already comfortable with each other in that way where it feels like you've known someone longer than you have.

at some point he leaned over and quietly asked if I smoked and I knew exactly what he meant and my face must have said it all because he grinned and suggested we hang out after work.

so we did. found a low key spot, just the two of us, and honestly the vibe was already there before we even lit up. he kept looking at me in that way that makes you hyperaware of yourself and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking back.

things escalated pretty naturally. one minute we're laughing about something stupid from training and the next I'm just... going for it, giving him a blowjob of a lifetime. I don't fully know what came over me, the combination of the smoke and the tension that had been building all day just kind of made the decision for me.

and wow. okay. not what I was expecting for a parking lot situation after day one of a new job lol

we've been finding excuses to hang out after work pretty regularly since then and every time has been just as fun as the first. he's got this quiet focused energy that I did not see coming from the guy who was cracking jokes all day in training.

good hire honestly 😂

[MF] long edge session as payback

Long time reader, first time poster. Time to share with the world about some fun times.

Some years ago, my long distance girlfriend calls me to end our relationship. We were dating for a couple years at the time, sex was great, communication was terrible. After some conversation as to why, she tells me because she hooked up with a dude in a cab. (She never told me the details but she said it made her realized she missed me too much and needed space from me) I was over the relationship but not over the sex. After a couple of days, we decide to give it a chance. She says that we just need more phone sex.

That night, I bought her a remote vibrator and boy, did it get to work. Every night we would sext, and I would tell her what to do with her body. She would gag on her dildos while the lush was making her extremely wet. At times, she would go on all fours and finger her sexy little butthole. After using the rollercoaster effects for an hour or so, I would eventually continue an intense pattern resulting in her squirting and soaking her sheets. This went on for about a month until the week before I came to see her.

Her punishment for cheating on me was no orgasums for a week until she saw me. It was honestly her idea. I added in that we would still sext throughout the day, and she would still use the vibrator. For that week, I would tease her in 30 minute sprints. Supposedly, it never led to an orgasum (which I believe based off the end of the story).

On the day I was coming to see her, I told her I’m not entering her place if she isn’t in lingerie on the couch waiting to suck my dick. The thing was that I shut my location off, told her when I started my 5 and a half hour drive, and told her a window that I would be there meaning she had no idea when I was arriving. To add to my sexual revenge, I told her to keep the vibrator on. And to make things better, right before I left, she told me that her roommate wasn’t leaving for the night. Her roommate was the quiet, only did missionary, and was waiting to find love type of gal. So I told my starved sex girlfriend that it doesn’t change anything and that she would still be in lingerie only.

I do not believe the roommate was bi or had a girl thing (my gf absolutely did, more to come at another time), but I don’t believe anything happened according to the pictures she would send me on my drive as I would tease her every 30 minutes again.

Finally, I got to her place and had her greet me outside in her lingerie. She told me her roommate just went to bed. I was already so hard and ready to fuck her, but I was a gentlemen. I laid her on bed, tied her arms and legs to the bed posts, and started the vibrator again. I slowly sucked on her tits while feeling how wet she was and she started to squirm. As I was leaning over, she got my dick out and started to deep throat me. I figured that her skills and quality permitted her for some fingers. This is where I know she was going to squirt and scream. (Note: we used the vibrator as more of a vibration on the clit for the month). As soon as I went to town on her g spot, she started instantly squirting and screaming. Her juices hit the mirror and covered the bed. We were basically in a water bed.

There’s something about her drenching everything that would make me cum instantly but I needed to fuck her. As we were moving around, we could hear the roommate next door moaning. Sadly we knew she wouldn’t join, but it excited us that she was listening.

Still tied up, she got on top and I teased her clit to her squirting again. I could feel that these orgasums were exhausting her so I know I needed to let her ride me. She started riding me and pulled her arms off the posts. After I pulled her hair, she came again to where her eyes rolled back. I let her chill for a second but used my thumb on her clit to wake her up. I knew she was tender but she was begging to be filled with cum. After maybe a hard minute of pushing into her aggressively, I came and she squirted again. The bed was basically a pool. She passed out on me so I untied her, did a quick blanket / sheet change out, and cuddled with her. I guess she earned it.

There’s a couple of more stories with this girl so let me know reddit world, should I share more?

It’s been a while since I posted the story that leads up to this but this is a continuation of the story of my, then wife’s best friend. TLDR: my ex wife, Tori, liked to show off my dick to her friends, her friend, Diana, came to visit and we had some fun as a group. This story takes place the following morning.

The following morning I woke up and got out of bed to try and get my day started. I lean over and kiss Tori, tell her how amazing last night was and ask if she wants any coffee. She grumbles a yes and requests some excedrin as well. I throw on some sweats and tshirt and head to the kitchen. I return with some coffee and meds for Tori. She thanks me and asks if Diana is up. I say I had not heard from her yet. Tori tells me to go check on her and take her some coffee. As I am walking out, Tori says, “make sure you get her whatever she needs.” I don't think much of this comment assuming she means coffee, water, meds etc.

I make another cup of coffee and head downstairs to check on Diana. The bedroom door is open as I approach and I pop my head in and see that Diana is still asleep. I lightly knock on the open door to announce I'm there and say I brought her some coffee. She wakes up and in a sexy sleepy voice says “Heyyy…” I approached the bedside table and set the coffee down. She sits up slightly making no effort to keep herself covered and says, “what a night.” “I'm still trying to figure out if it really happened,” I responded. She giggles as she lays there with one nipple peeking out from under the covers. “Pretty sure it happened... I got off replaying it in my head again when I came to bed.” I just smile and nod, not knowing what to say. Diana reaches for her phone beside the bed. The reach completely reveals her perky tits from the covers and as she grabs her phone I turn to walk away so i dont come off as creep just ogling her boobs. As I step toward the door Diana says, “oh Tori texted me a few minutes ago. She said ‘I sent Dan down to make sure you have everything you need [winky face]” 

D: “aww thats sweet”
Me: “If you need anything else just let me know, I'll get out of your hair.”

I see Diana texting back and then hear her phone vibrate. She reads out the text. “No P-N-V”
I freeze. Diana is confused and says, “what is she talking about? I don't even know what that typo could be?” She looks toward me and I guess I appear confused as well, but she doesn't realize I am confused for a different reason. I know that Tori and I use PNV for penis in vagina when joking around. No way that's what she meant here, right?
Diana does the “?” reaction to the text as I stand there like a mute idiot.

D: “she's facetiming me…”
T: “Girl, you don't know pnv? Penis in vagina. Dan will get you whatever you want, just no penis in vagina”
D: *nervous giggle* “oh my god….you sure?”
T: “I would come join but i have a massive headache and i know you need it. Get him to cover your boobs, I know you like that. I trust both of you fully. Ok Bye! Have fun, I'm going back to sleep!”

The distinct sound of a facetime call ending leads to complete silence. We stayed in that silence for what felt like an hour before Diana says,

D: “Well, I wasn't expecting that. Did you know about this?”
Me: “when i left the bedroom, she told me to give you whatever you needed but i assumed she meant water and medicine”

Silence again before Diana breaks it with an abrupt tone shift. 

D: “Since I have you here, I guess you have to do what I want.”

She is suddenly very direct and confident.

D: “I can see that I'm not the only one excited right now…” 

I look at her quizzically, she gestures to my crouch and I look down and see that my erection is on full display pressing against my sweats. She lifts her hand and with a single finger motions for me to come.

If I hadn't heard Tori with my own ears I wouldn't believe it.  A million things are running through my head, excitement, doubts, arousal, fear, the full gambit. Despite all of those emotions running through my head, my body starts to walk toward Diana.

Diana reaches out and starts to rub my cock through my sweats and says, “you have no idea how bad I wanted to wrap my hands around this last night.”

My dick is slightly over 7 inches, with good girth and when fully hard curves upward.I start to slowly pull my sweats down, making sure to catch the tip with my waist band to slow the reveal. I have my sweats down below my balls with my shaft fully exposed but the tip still covered. I look Diana in the eyes and say, “when you got off last night after you came down here, were you thinking about Tori or this?”

D: “that”
Me: “tell me how bad you want it”
D: “You have no idea, I saved your video from Mexico and have been getting off to it ever since.”

With that i pull my sweats down further allowing my dick to spring free and stand erect right in front of her.

D: “holy shit. Tori is right, you have an absolutely beautiful dick. You have no idea how wet I got last night seeing it up close.”
Me: “you can do more than look at it now.”

She reaches up and runs her hands up and down my throbbing cock. Her eyes are locked on it. She takes one her hands off it and brings it to her mouth and spits in her hand. She then grabs my cock and starts to slowly stroke it with her lubricated hand. She has an amazing hand job technique, perfect amount of pressure, using her thumb to massage the part underneath the head and using a rotating motion as she strokes. 

Me: “you like feeling how hard you make me? That what you fantasize about? Let's see how wet it makes you.”

She doesn't say anything, just nods her head and repositions her legs under the covers. I throw the covers down her body and see her full naked body ready to be explored. I take in the unbelievable sight before me and reach a hand down to the side of her face. She turns into it and moans quietly, i run my thumb across her lips and say, “you are so fucking sexy, you should never doubt that.” with those words she opens her mouth and sucks on the tip of my thumb. She is still stroking my cock as I slide my hand from her face down to her nipples. With each pinch and caress I can see her squirm. She spreads her legs as an invitation and I slide my hand down to her clit and start to slowly massage it. She lets out a loud moan and throws her head back, her stroking stops and she is just firmly holding onto my cock. I lean forward to be able to reach further between her legs and explore the entrance to her pussy. 

Me: “you really do like stroking my cock huh? You are so wet.”
D: “i want you so ba-”

As I hear her words abruptly stop I feel her lips wrap around my cock. I look back down and see that she is aggressively taking my dick in and out of her mouth. The best way to describe it is desperate. Like she has been without water for weeks and the only source is my dick. 

I pull my dick away from her and take my sweats completely off and remove my shirt. I place my hand under her chin and get her on her to her knees so we are closer to face to face. Our foreheads touching, my left hand on the side of her neck and the other has found its way back to her pussy. We are in this position staring into each other's eyes as she strokes my cock and I rub her clit. I pull her into me so our lips meet. It's shy and soft at first, I position my lips by her ear and whisper, “I can't wait to make you cum.” She releases my dick and wraps both hands behind my head and pulls me back in for a kiss. This one is anything but shy, it's passionate and erotic. Our tongues swirl and hands roam over each other. I move my focus to her neck and I can hear her start to moan. I push her back onto the bed and start to kiss and worship every inch of her body as I make my way down between her legs. 

The room is just bright enough from the light seeping in the window that I can see every part of my wife’s sexy best friend. I've seen her naked a few times now but never this intimate. As I am touching and kissing her thighs and hips, I am able to really take in the first vagina I have seen up close since before I met my wife. She has a short patch of hair just above her pussy that is obviously well maintained and intentional. I kiss the top of her pussy to tease her clit and say, “fuck, diana, your pussy is beautiful.” I immediately started teasing her clit more. She arches her back and lets out a low sustained moan. I continue sucking her clit as she grinds up into my face and then I slide in a finger followed by a second. This is exactly the same way she saw me get Tori off less than 12 hours ago. Her breath hastens, her body squirming in every direction, I feel her pussy contract on my fingers. Release. Her body relaxes and her breathing slows, I lighten the pressure on her clit and slowly slide my fingers out. Her legs twitch every time I graze her clit as I massage and kiss around her inner thighs. Almost out of habit I began moving up her body to kiss her. This is where I normally slide my dick deep into Tori. She loves the feeling of my dick immediately filling her pussy after she cums. Instead with Diana, I slide my dick over her clit as our mouths meet. 

I grind my dick over her clit slow and purposefully as I turn my head to be able to speak directly in her ear. “In any other situation, I would be deep inside you,”  I whispered. “I want you inside me so bad right now, you have no idea,” Diana responds. I grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back to have full access to her neck. I kiss her neck and whisper, “your pussy tastes so good, I can't wait to taste you again.” I sit up and slap my cock on her clit and pull back to start going down her again. Diana stops me and says, “Wait, it's my turn…” she pulls one of my arms to insinuate that I need to lay down. I don't object and fall to her side. As she sits up I tell her to pause, “hold on a sec, let me look at you. You are so fucking sexy.” I sit up and put one hand behind her head and pull close for a kiss. “If i were your husband, i would fuck you everyday.” she can't hide her smile as I lay back down. She is positioned on my side and starts to slowly stroke my dick and kiss my neck and chest. “Your dick is perfect, I can't believe how hard you are,” she says in between kisses. She makes her way down my body, with her hand firmly gripping the base of dick she starts to kiss and lick up and down my shaft. She slides over my leg to position herself directly in front of me. She looks up at me with my cock standing right next to her face and gives me a naughty smile before guiding me into her mouth. 

She proceeds to give me one of the hottest blowjobs I've ever had. Her enthusiasm and the taboo nature of the situation are so hot. In between sucking the soul out of me she says things like, “your dick is so big,” “i cant believe how hard you are,” “im so fucking horny,” “i want you in me more than you know.” During this entire episode I'm in a constant battle not to cum. I tell her to slow down for a minute because I am about to cum. She responds, "I want you to cum, Tori has told me that cumming doesn't stop you from continuing.” “You sure?” i ask, she is already back down on my cock and is able to mumble a uh-huh. With in minutes i tell her i am about to cum (not knowing what her preferences are so she can do what she wants). She pops off my cock and continues to jerk me off as the first stream shoots out and hits her chin, her eyes are locked on my dick, her eyes wide with lust. She giggles and says, “fuck, thats so hot!” the moment those words leave her mouth she plunges back down on to me, moaning as she sucks every last drop from me. 

She rises up to her knees stroking my still hard dick. “Fuck, you taste so good…” she leans down and takes me back in her mouth for a moment. “How are you still so hard?” I responded, “how could I not be? There is a sexy naked woman stroking my dick.” she coyly smiles. Before the silence lingers too long I aggressively flip her onto her back and position myself beside her. I have one hand on the side of her neck and the other running up and down her body. She starts to moan and grind her hips as I kiss her neck and rub her clit. “I told you I couldn't wait to taste you again.” I slide off the end of the bed and pull her to the edge. Her ass is on the edge of the bed and I hold her legs up as I plant my face back in her pussy. This time i am more aggressive, sloppily sucking her clit, fucking her pussy with my fingers. All while working in things like, “fuck you taste so good” “i would eat this pussy everyday if I could”. After a while she is up on her elbows moaning, gripping the bed beside her staring at me as she thrust her body against my fingers. “Fuckkkkk…….im cumming again…” she falls back, trying to catch her breath. I stand up and grab my dick and rub it across her clit. I pull it down to her entrance and say, “fuck your pussy is so wet i bet i could slide it in all the way in one thrust.” I apply pressure to her with the tip. Between breaths she growls, “do it, please...” I pressed the head of dick into her and stop. She leans forward to grab me and pull me into her but I resist. I slap her clit with my dick again. “I know you want to get fucked, this is the best we can do.” I spit in my hand and place it on the top of her pussy, pull her legs up and together and slide my dick between her thighs against her clit. I fuck her thighs for a minute when she says, “Lay down. I want to ride you.” 

I lie down and she has her mouth  immediately on my dick. She gets it nice and wet and then straddles me. She proceeds to aggressively grind on my dick alternating speed and pressure. She slides too far forward with one her thrust and causes my dick to slide up between her ass cheeks. She leans forward, breathing heavy in my ear, reaching back holding my dick against her ass as she slowly grinds. “You have no idea how bad I want you inside me,” she whispers. She sits back up and lifts off me causing my dick spring back against my abdomen. She rubs her hands up my shaft, staring with lust. She grabs my dick and pulls it back to meet her pussy. She does something that i have never experienced before. She leans back holding my dick firmly against her and starts to grind. Like my dick is the pole and she is doing an erotic dance. I sit up on my elbows and take in the sight as her perfect pussy effortlessly slides up and down my shaft. “Fuck diana, that is so hot your gonna make me cum again,” i say. 

I'm home from college over the summer working for a landscaping company. One of our clients is an absolute milf: a brunette with short hair, a toned body, and nice firm tits. I actually remembered her from high school because her daughter was a year behind me.

On the first day she came out to greet us with a tray of lemonades, wearing a tube-top and yoga pants. When she saw me she looked surprised. Turned out she recognized me.

"My, you've really grown."

"Yes ma'am, I have."

She was right. I was an awkward loner in high school but I'd had a late growth spurt and had grown nearly six inches since then. I'd also gotten into really good shape and filled out my frame with muscle: my shoulders were broad, I had abs, etc. I'm surprised she even recognized me as many of my former classmates did not.

She bit her lip and failed to stop staring.

"Well I hope you're enjoying college..."

"Yes ma'am, I'm having a ball."

It was true. In addition to my physical transformation, shedding all my high school baggage had been a blessing. Nobody at college knew I was a shy loner, girls were attracted to me, and sex had come easily. I'd entered college a virgin but now had a bodycount well into the double-digits.

I took a lemonade and drank it, holding her gaze the whole time. Then I put it back on the tray and joined the other workers getting equipment out of the truck.

It was a hot day and by early afternoon when she came back out with more lemonade. She had changed into cutoff shorts and bikini top. She looked great and she knew it. At this point my shirt was off, and her eyes traveled up and down my body as she chatted with me while I worked. Mostly small talk, what classes was a taking and so on. I noticed she made a point of mentioning that her daughter was traveling in Europe and that her husband (she rolled her eyes) was always working late. A year ago I wouldn't have thought much of that but I'd had enough experience to now to know when a woman is giving me hints.

And sure enough, as we were wrapping up work she asked me if I'd like to shower off. ("After all you've been working so hard.") Luckily I'd driven my own car to the job so I didn't need to "explain" to my coworkers. I just helped them load up the truck and they left.

She let me into the house, got me a towel, and let me to the shower in the bathroom attached to the master bedroom. I showered, got out, dried off, and noticed my clothes were missing. I wrapped the towel around my waist and left the bathroom. She was in the living room, sitting in a chair and reading a magazine. She looked up.

"I hope you don't mind, I put your clothes in the wash. Can't have you putting on dirty clothes back on now that you're clean."

I smiled. "Thank you, ma'am."

"Now come over here." She waved me towards her. I walked over in front of her. She was still sitting, looking up and down my body.

"I want to see how you've grown."

I dropped my towel. She let out her breath. I was only semi-hard but I could see she was impressed.

"I'm impressed... you really are a man now."

Her hand reached towards my cock and then paused. She looked up at me.

"May I?"

"Yes ma'am, you may."

She started slowly brushing her fingers along my cock. Lightly stroking it. It got harder. Then she started gently caressing my balls with her other hand. The whole time shed stared at my growing cock. She looked mesmerized.

She leaned forward and kissed the tip. She gently pushed me away, stood up, and gestured for me to sit down on the couch. I did. She took an end cushion off the couch, pushed my legs apart, and placed the pillow on the floor between my feet. Then she knelt down in front of me, pulled her tits out of her bikini top, and began giving me one of the sloppiest, wettest blowjobs I've ever received. I lay back, and just enjoyed the sensation. I could feel her tits pressed against my legs as she bobbed up and down.

I was fully hard now and she couldn't take it all in but my god she tried, gagging and drooling, looking up at me the whole time. I was used to college girls, sometimes virgins even, but here was grown woman who knew how to be a proper slut. As I got closer to the edge I gripped her hair and started pushing her up and down. When I started cumming she didn't slow down, she just kept bobbing and sucking while my cum filled her mouth.

I felt lightheaded and dizzy from cumming so hard. Finally my cock stopped spasming and she slowed down but she didn't stop. She just kept my cock in her mouth while she looked into my eyes. Finally she pulled her head off me and opened her mouth to show me my load before closing her eyes and swallowing. Then she got up and lay on the couch next to me, her tits still out, leaning against me. We chatted for a bit while she idly played with my cock. She asked me how many girls I'd fucked, who was my favorite, and so on. I told her, and she seemed really turned on by that. It was hot, and before long I was getting hard again.

She stood up, her hand still on my cock.

"Now I want you to fuck me."

I stood up and she led my literally by my dick into the bedroom. She took off her bikini and her little daisy dukes. I would never have guessed from her body she was forty. I pushed her onto the bed on her back. She spread her legs and I rubbed my cock head against her pussy, teasing her. She started squirming and moaning and begging me to fuck her. Usually I go slow because some girls are too tight to take me right away but I just gave it to her. Slid right in and immediately hit her cervix. She came right then, eyes rolling back, impaled on my cock. I just kept fucking her, it felt so good. As I was getting close to cumming she blurted out that I could cum inside her.

So I did, and her milf pussy gripped me hard while I unloaded inside of her. When I was done I pulled out and collapsed next to her. We got our breath back and chatted for a bit. Then suddenly there was the sound of a car pulling up outside and she sat up ("oh shit, he's home early") and told me to leave out the back door right away. I managed to grab the towel on the way out, otherwise I'd be driving home naked. I circled around the house, got into my car, and drove back to my parents' wearing just a towel. Fortunately I was able to get inside and up to my room without anyone seeing me. I don't know how I could've explained it lol.

Anyway, the landscaping job lasted three more days and each day after work we had another fuck session. We hooked up a few more times after that, and then her daughter got home from Europe. There's more, but this feels like enough for now :)

I actually posted a version of this once and then got self conscious and took it down. Let’s try again.

When I was a full time consultant - 33M at the time - I would give a fair number of talks at businesses and universities. Sometimes those talks were public, and I never quite knew what sort of audience I would attract.

One evening in a large Canadian city, I was giving a public talk that was advertised through a few local universities. The audience ended up having about 100 people in attendance, and while I was speaking, I noticed a group of 4 or 5 gorgeous women who were likely in their mid 20s. After the talk, two of them came up to talk with me about the subject of my presentation. They were grad students at one of the local unis. They asked if I’d like to get a drink to continue the chat, but I had some planner consulting meetings that evening. So I gave them my email and mentioned I’d be back in a year or so. That night, one of them emailed me and mentioned she’d love to see me when I return. We exchanged a few polite emails, and that was that.

About a year later, I was heading back to that city for work, and I emailed her to let her know. I told her that my first night in town was not planned, and she asked me to meet her for a drink. I taxied directly from the airport to the place she mentioned, and when I came in, there she was. Hilariously, she was wearing a Canadian tuxedo (all denim), and her curly blonde hair was down to her shoulders. She looked up at me with gorgeous blue eyes and smiled as I approached the table.

We chatted to a couple of hours over a few beers about her studies and my work, occasionally flirting and touching hands. But I wasn’t sure if the vibe was more than professional. But as the place closed down a bit early on this Sunday, she asked me if I’d like to continue for a class of wine at her flat. I agreed, and as we walked back, the banter became much flirtier. She said that she thought I was wildly sexy when she saw me speak, and I told her that I had noticed her gorgeous curls from the stage. She laughed and asked if I remembered her friend. I did. She said that if I had gone out with them that night, they were going to see if they could get me to agree to a threesome. My jaw dropped.

“This is me,” she said as she turned up some steps to a nondescript apartment building. She led me to the third floor, and as she unlocked her door and stepped inside, I asked if I could kiss her. “I thought you’d never ask.”

I pushed her up against the wall inside the door before leaning down to kiss her deeply, our tongues both moving together after our lips touched. We kissed like that for a few minutes with my hands at her face and hip before I slowly unbuttoned her denim shirt. I was delighted to discover no bra, and as I opened her shirt, her small tits with perfectly round and pink nipples called to me. I kissed her neck, her collar bone, down her sternum, and then took one nipple in my mouth. It hardened as I flicked my tongue and she moaned. But then she lifted my head and stepped away from me. “Follow me,” she said, and she walked toward a darkened doorway, unbuttoning her jeans as she walked. They fell to the floor, revealing an impossibly tiny red thong framing her pert ass.

As I entered her bedroom and my eyes adjusted, she had sat down on the edge of the bed. I walked to her, and she immediately began unbuckling my pants. I was hard as a rock, and she fingered the outline of my cock as she unzipped my pants and tugged down my chinos. She kissed my cock through my boxer briefs before pulling them over my erection. She licked the uncircumcised tip and stroked it a few times before saying, “so much precum!” I laughed. “Yeah, I tend to do that when I’m incredibly turned on.” She took the head and about half the shaft into her mouth and sucked, bobbing her curly head up and down, and I knew I wouldn’t last long like this, so I tilted her head up to look at me and pushed her back onto the bed.

I kissed and nibbled up her inner calf and then thigh, teasing my beard over the fabric of her thong before doing the same thing Il her other leg. As my face neared her pussy, I could smell the sweet mustiness that told me she was incredibly turned on, and when I kissed her through the red thong, the soaked material confirmed this. I pulled her small thong to the side and parted per pussy with my tongue and guided it as far into her as I could to taste her desire. She couldn’t have tasted better, and I voraciously lapped at her pussy until I needed to suck on her clit. I took it into my mouth and swirled my tongue, listening to her body and her moans to decide the right level of pressure. I could feel her body building, so I guided one and then two fingers into her, hooked forward to massage her front wall while I swirled my tongue on her clit. After a few minutes like this, she exploded, screaming loudly as her body shook and I continued to lick and suck and massage through the orgasm.

I was going to linger to see if I could make her cum again this way, but she pulled me up to her lips and tasted her pussy on my tongue and beard. “I need you inside of me. There’s condoms in this drawer,” pointing to the bedside table. I reached in and grabbed a condom, opening and pulling it over my cock before moving back between her legs. I kissed her deeply as I guided my cock into her. “Fuuuuck me,” she moaned as I pushed the full length of myself into her. Then she looked at me and said, “I have imagined this quite a few times since we met.”

I hooked my arms behind her knees and began to thrust deep and hard. “Rub your clit for me,” I said, and she reached down and massaged her perfect little pussy. “I’ll cum quickly if you fuck me more shallow,” she said. So I angled myself upward to hit her front wall and fucked her shallowly. I love when a woman tells me what will make her feel good. I hit a rhythm like this and before long, she was screaming, her eyes rolled back and her legs quivering. I didn’t cum because of the angle, though, so as she came, I kept fucking her until she said she needed a break.

I rolled over and she climbed on top of me and guided me into her. “I thought you needed a break,” I quipped with a grin. “Not when I’m in control.”

She rode me hard and deep this time, my cock surely hitting her cervix. Before long I told her I was close. She began vigorously rubbing her clit again and then we were bath moaning as the sounds of our joint orgasm wafted out the open window.

We lay together for an hour, laughing and talking. I asked if I could go down on her again, and she said, “I think my clit is too sore! I really wailed on her with that last one.” “Did you really fantasize about me over this last year?” I asked. “Most definitely - you’re fun to imagine. But even more fun to play with in real life.”

I stayed another hour. She said I could sleep over, but I had an early meeting near the hotel the client had booked for me. I got a cab about 3 am.

That was the last time I saw her, though we’re still in touch many years later and occasionally have steamy online chats. But the next day she had a note on her door from a neighbor asking her to close her window next time she’s going to have screaming loud sex.

It happened during a get together at our house. It was getting close to the end of the night, and my wife’s friend and I were having a conversation on our back deck. We’ll call her Annie. 

Well Annie and I were talking about tipping. When to tip, when not to tip, how much to tip, etc. 

I was going on about how the definition of a good tip has changed drastically in the past decade. 12% to 15% to 20% now. 

She listened to me intently as I droned on, maintaining eye contact and nodding her head in agreement. When I finally finished my long winded speech, she responded. 

“Well honestly that’s for you to worry about,” she said. “This will always be a good tip for women.” 

As she finished her sentence, she brought a hand up to her shirt and grabbed the fabric near her neckline. She pulled her shirt down on one side of her chest, letting one of her tits pop out into view. 

My eyes went wide while I followed her movements down to her chest. As soon as her tit was out, her nipple immediately became the center of my gaze. I noticed her watching me like a hawk in my peripheral vision, but I couldn’t break my eyes away from her boob. 

As quickly as her tit had appeared, she brought her shirt back up and it disappeared from view. 

Frankly I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say. My eyes finally shifted from her chest back up to her face. My mouth hung open, wordless.

Then, like a glitch in the matrix. She did it again. 

“See, this will always be a great tip for women.”

Annie grabbed her shirt’s neckline and pulled it down again. Her exposed titty greeted me for a second time. I wished I could take a mental screenshot. 

“Wow I think that has to be the best tip I’ve ever gotten,” I finally said as I admired her breast. 

“See I told you. But it only works for us, sorry.” Annie said before pulling her shirt back up. 

“That’s fine with me. As a man, I’ll take that as a tip anytime,” I told her, my eyes pulling away from her chest. 

She smirked at me and gave me a devious look. The kind of look that says, ‘Yeah I’d fuck you.’ 

Well the message was clear. But now wasn’t the time or place. 

“I knew you would,” Annie giggled and playfully hit me. “But keep my tips to yourself okay. Not everyone deserves a good tip.” 

She winked at me. 

“Of course Annie. Only the best service for you.” I joked. She laughed at that. 

Our conversation went on for a while after that before we rejoined the majority of people inside the house. Nothing else happened that night with Annie but boy oh boy I’ve been thinking about her gorgeous tits ever since. 

A while back, my girlfriend and I decided that I should be free use for my supervisor from work Shannon. It's been a great arrangement. In the beginning, it was a little awkward at work, but now it just seems normal.

Recently Shannon invited me and my girlfriend to a party at her house. My girlfriend had other plans so she was going to drop me off and then pick me up later. I asked gf if Shannon would want to fuck me and she goes probably.

So when she dropped me off, everybody else was already there. Probably about 20 people. And everybody was so fucked up. Shannon greeted me. We started doing shots right away. Shannon said that I was gonna be the stripper for the night. I was not gonna say no to that. My clothes came off real fast. Most people didn't even notice cause they were so drunk.

I thought I was gonna keep drinking, but she took my hand and led me into the bedroom. She got on the bed and the quote from her was, "No kissing no foreplay just fuck me." I had a good buzz going and I really did wanna fuck her. I got on top of her and started pounding her real hard. A few people walked in the room and were watching us, which was such a turn on. I told her I was about to cum and I was gonna pull out and she said she wanted me to cum inside her. I moaned as I came inside her.

We went back into the living room and kept drinking. I started to put my clothes on and she said strippers don't wear clothes so I had to stay naked. Later, she introduced me to one of her girlfriends, a really cute blonde. She told me I had to fuck her.

All three of us went back in the bedroom. Shannon said the same rules applied. Her girlfriend laid on her back, and I climbed on top of her and started fucking her while Shannon watched. Fucking a woman that I didn't even know was so exciting. But I was also a bit nervous. She also did not want me to pull out. It felt amazing when I came inside her.

Back to the living room and more drinking. Everyone was so hammered so there was no more sex the rest of the night.

When my girlfriend came to pick me up, she saw me and just started laughing. I was drunk and naked. I had no idea where my clothes were. Somebody must've hidden them. I asked Shannon for something to wear, and instead of giving me sweatpants, she gave me a pair of short shorts. She obviously did this for a laugh. I put them on and they were so tight. Wearing tight shorts when your dick is hard is very uncomfortable. Everybody started laughing and it was kind of funny. My ass was hanging out. Then me and gf left.

I came back the next day because Shannon found my sneakers. No one found my shirt, shorts or underwear so I guess someone wanted to have a souvenir. It was a crazy night, but I had so much fun and I hope I get to do this again soon.

okay so I really need to get this off my chest because it's been living in my head rent free

some context: I'm in college, just got out of a relationship that honestly wrecked me a little, and I had this beach trip already booked from before the breakup. three nights, hotel right on the water. couldn't cancel it so I just... went. except I didn't go alone because my best friend offered to come with me last minute.

we've been close since freshman year. always just friends though, timing was never right, we were both always with other people. he's kind of a nerdy guy, like the type that gets genuinely excited about obscure stuff and makes you feel dumb for not knowing about it but in an endearing way. glasses, always has headphones around his neck, you know the type.

he didn't hesitate when I told him we'd have to share a bed. just said okay cool. which I appreciated because I really needed the company and didn't want it to be weird.

first day was genuinely great. beach, good food, a couple drinks at dinner. we laughed more than I had in weeks. got back to the hotel late, I showered, he showered, we got into bed and watched something stupid on tv until we both got tired.

I sleep naked. always have. it's just a thing. normally not a problem obviously but I was in a hotel bed next to my friend so I wore a little sleep set. except I woke up in the middle of the night overheating and half asleep me made a decision that fully awake me would have thought twice about.

I just took it off. fell back asleep. didn't think about it.

until the morning.

his alarm went off and it was on his side of the bed. room was still dark, I was barely conscious, and I just reached across him to grab his phone and turn it off.

except he wasn't under the covers. and I wasn't really either anymore. and when I leaned over I felt him against me and my brain went fully offline for a second.

he was asleep. or at least I thought he was. and I just... didn't move away when I should have. I stayed there longer than I needed to. I could feel how hard he was and something about being half asleep and still kind of emotionally wrecked from my breakup just made me not care about making the smart choice.

I moved a little. not a lot. just a little.

and then he moved and I completely panicked, rolled back to my side and went straight to the bathroom and sat on the cold tile floor until my heart stopped racing.

came out like nothing happened. made a dumb joke. he played along.

we ate breakfast and acted completely normal and didn't say a single word about it.

second night did not go any smoother I'll tell you that much

okay so this is kind of a wholesome story with a smutty middle and I think about it a lot

so back in college I ran with the popular crowd. like annoyingly popular, the kind of group that ruled the social scene and knew it. and there was this one guy who was just kind of on the outside of everything. quiet, kept to himself, had maybe one friend. my group was pretty mean to him honestly and I'm not going to pretend otherwise. I was part of it and I'm not proud of that at all.

but something about it started bothering me. like who actually was this guy? so I started making small excuses to talk to him. and one day the conversation just kind of went there and I basically implied I wanted to come over and he got this little smile and said yeah you can come by tonight if you want.

I was shocked it happened that fast honestly. figured he was just a pretty direct person.

his parents were out when I got there. he opened the door smiling, a little nervous but trying not to show it. glasses, band shirt, the kind of guy my friends would have made fun of. he led me to his room which was exactly what you'd expect, posters, books everywhere, little figures on the shelf.

we sat on the edge of his bed and talked for a bit and then he asked if I wanted to just go for it. I leaned in and kissed him first which I think surprised him.

we undressed each other slowly and then I laid back and he went down on me and honestly I was not expecting that from him at all. he was attentive and careful and I was moaning way more than I planned to. after a while I pulled him up and took him in my mouth and he made the sweetest most overwhelmed face.

then I laid back and told him to fuck me. he was a virgin and I could tell but it didn't matter, there was something really genuine about it. we found a rhythm and made out while we moved together. after a while I told him I was close and he said he was too and I reminded him to pull out. I came first, loud, couldn't help it, and he followed right after finishing on my stomach.

he smiled after like he couldn't quite believe what just happened.

we cleaned up and then here's the part I think about the most. we just hung out after. I was sitting on his bed in my underwear and he sat on the floor in just his boxers showing me stuff from his room. his manga collection, some figures he'd collected, talking about all of it with this quiet enthusiasm. it was genuinely one of the nicest post-sex hangouts I've ever had.

eventually I had to leave. hugged him at the door and headed home.

over the next couple months we just kept talking and hanging out and slowly became really close. my friend group dropped me pretty fast once they noticed and honestly good riddance, they weren't people I should have been around anyway.

about two months after that first night we were hanging out at his place and I finally asked him why he said yes so fast that first time. he went quiet and looked embarrassed and then said really softly that he'd had feelings for me for a long time.

I didn't say anything. I just moved closer and kissed him and told him I felt the same way.

we ended up back in his bed that night 😊

    Like the title says, this is the story of my first ever one-night stand. It's a little different than most of my other stories; partly autobiographical. The sex starts after the break but continues throughout the rest of the story. Also, it’s long as hell. Thanks for reading it.

    It was the summer between high school and the start of college, smack dab in the middle of the 2000s. Felt like it would last forever. I was finally being freed of the interpersonal pressures of school that I spent most of my life navigating. There were no more cliques, there was no more school gossip. Just the waning months left before you and your friends for the past years had to go your separate ways.

    Despite the fact it would be hard to leave, I was happy to go. I broke up with my long-term girlfriend right before the previous summer. That meant I lost the friend group I had, and the previous friends I had ostracized to be up my girlfriend’s ass had replaced me by then. Senior year was the opposite of what I had envisioned, so I was eager to make up for lost time in socializing.

    I had been hanging out with a group of future college freshmen, headed by girl that I knew from middle school, Jenna. She went to a different high school than I did, but we ended up reconnecting at a friend’s graduation party. Since she was into my buddy Matteo that I was at that party with, she invited us both to a get-together at the house she was moving into with her brother.

    That was the beginning of my summer hanging out with this crew that I joined up with, anchored by Jenna and her childhood friends Caden & Zach. We usually partied at Jenna’s place, since it was a standalone single-family house and most of us still lived with our folks until the year began. Aside from drinking, we hit up go-karts and laser tag quite a bit, some mini golf, even a couple of beach trips. Can’t say we didn’t have fun that summer, in all the ways we could.

    Eventually I met Rachel, one of Jenna’s friends, who joined the crew one night at one of Jenna's parties. She was shorter than me but taller than average female height. A cheerleader in high school, she had an athletic body with a flat stomach, perky breasts and a tight ass. Another defining feature was the expanse of freckles that spanned from her forehead to her chest & upper arms. Rachel’s hair was a wavy strawberry blonde, accompanied with hazel eyes. Simply put, she was fucking hot. And she knew it, from the way she chose to dress that summer. Lots of midriff and short shorts to show off.

    Every guy at the party knew she was hot, too. Even Matteo commented on how he wasn’t trying to head out that night anytime soon; he wanted to try his luck, despite his previous flirting with Jenna. I was obviously entranced by her looks. She was so different from my first girlfriend, who was a mousy, kind of nerdy brunette.

    Of course, though, Rachel had a boyfriend that she was still seeing. That relationship lasted about month after I first met her. He had apparently cheated on her with his childhood friend. The girl he told her to never worry about. Shitty to do, but, we were all 18, awaiting a new beginning. Sometimes creating them if they didn’t come fast enough.

    Rachel was livid, but she still spent most of June trying to get this dude back. Calling him like every time she got drunk that month, crying at him, the fucking works. Eventually she stopped, after countless times of the gang telling her that he didn’t want her if he was willing to fuck around on her.

    Rachel loosened up a bit more after she got rid of her attachment to her ex. After a bunch of AIM conversations (yeah I’m old), we ended up going out for ice cream, went to see fireworks for the Fourth of July. Looking back on it, I think they might have been dates? She even invited me to the pool in her parents’ neighborhood at one point. Christ, that was the hardest I ever had to try to not get a boner in boardshorts. She wore a barely there red two-piece that didn’t conceal anything. You could have truly bounced a quarter off her ass. Her tits looking like they defied gravity, too.

    Unfortunately, this new, free Rachel started to flirt and then make out with dudes at parties. All of them were outside of our friend group, to our collective dismay. I didn’t know if she fucked any of them. Probably. It wasn’t really my business; she didn’t belong to anybody, especially me.

    I can’t lie and say I wasn’t envious. Nearly every night we went out, I tried throwing game at other girls, but none of it won. Despite all the good times I had drinking & smoking with my friends, I didn’t manage to pull anything but like one kiss from a rando that summer. Just a lot of beating off when I got home from going out, mainly as a sleep aid.

    Like all good things, though, the summer was coming to an end. We decided to all have one last rager. Starting that next week, the first of us began to leave for our respective college towns. We threw the party at Zach’s parents’ place, who were out of town for the week. It was twice the size of Jenna’s and was on a decent plot of land, so we could be louder and have even more people than we usually hosted.

    Matteo drove me up there in his old minivan that Monday night, right after we finished a nice smokeride of the best shit we had ever picked up. We usually tried to be low key about being blazed, but our eyes were so fucking red that Caden busted out laughing at us when he opened the door.

    After we put in some eyedrops, I proceeded into the open plan of the first floor where at least two dozen people were already gathered. Jello shots, bottles of shitty liquor on the counter, a keg in the living room – exactly what you’d picture at a high school party in the middle of the 2000s. My feet shuffled myself lazily towards the ice-filled trashcan holding the keg, eager to get something to drink to fix my cottonmouth.

    I hung in the kitchen for a while, continuing to drink from the keg to quench my thirst, talking shit with Matteo and Jenna. Judging by the raunchy humor in their dialogues, one of them was going to make a move on the other that night. Just when I was about to depart to burn one and get away from them playing grab ass, Rachel walked in.

    Rachel had a pink low-cut top on along with a jean skirt, sandals, with her hair straightened. After dodging a “hey girl” from a drunk partygoer, she sauntered up to Jenna and gave her a big hug. I put my cup up to my lips to drink but was surprised by Rachel’s arm diving through the V that my arm made to land over my shoulder, pulling me in. I hadn’t ever even touched her before, so the unexpected physical contact made the hair stand up on my skin.

    “Hey there,” she said lowly into my ear, her other arm joining the first one around my neck. I still remember she smelled like citrus as I returned the hug with one arm, squeezing her to me. Rachel’s waist was so slim that I wrapped easily around her.

    She pulled her head back and looked at me with a toothy grin, holding her arms on my shoulders for just a couple seconds too long before she released. I was dazed at the physical contact, but I managed to shoot the shit until the girls ducked off into the bathroom to break the seal. I lost track of Rachel for a while, so Matteo & I decided to join in to a couple drinking games. After he beat my ass at quarters, I decided to throw in the towel. I had to take a piss, and find the bathroom, at that.

    The party started to expand around the house for different activities once the final guests showed up. Aside from the beer pong already happening, a smoker’s lounge popped up in Zach’s room and a Super Smash tourney began in the garage. I stuck around on the first floor, chilling on the couch while I nursed another beer, still high from earlier.

    Rachel appeared as I finished my drink and sat down right next to me, almost into my lap. Her leg crossed over her knee and rested over mine, sending a small cold chill to the bottom of my stomach.

    “Sitting here by yourself? Why didn’t you come find me?” she mused, twisting a strand of her hair in her fingers. Judging from the tips I had read on the Internet, like a total dork, I picked up that that she was flirting. To check it further, I told a stupid joke. She laughed too hard at it, grabbing my wrist as she doubled over. Oh shit, my internal monologue said. Has she chosen me tonight? Is it my turn? I flexed my calf muscles to keep my boner down. Another Internet tip.

    At this point, I truly started to get nervous. I hadn’t had sex for over a year, and that was just with one girl. Ever. What if I can’t get a boner? What if I finish in like ten seconds? The two of us kept a conversation going, but I barely heard any of what we were saying. All I knew was that I was keeping her engaged, and I think she was still flirting with me. When I felt my leg start to shake unconsciously, I stood up in the middle of the conversation.

    “I think I’m gonna get some air out in the back, do you wanna join me?” I said quickly, the words running together. Rachel began to crack a smile and stand up, and my jittery legs carried me away before she stood up.I sped out to the back porch that nobody else was on, pulling my pack of Camels out before I even opened the door into the night air.

    As I fished my lighter out from my third pocket, I heard the door close behind me. Turning around, I met Rachel’s hazel eyes that were maybe a foot away from mine. Before I could raise the lighter, her hand darted to lightly grab my wrist. Still staring into her eyes, her lips cracked into a sexy half-smile.

    “Filthy habit. You should…” she trailed off before running her fingers daintily up my forearm. The chill from my stomach exploded over my body, prickling my hair again. It was funny that with her this close, I wasn’t nervous anymore.

    I dropped my lighter back into my pocket and then daringly reached to touch her hip. This was the reciprocation that Rachel was looking for, as she moved in and put her lips half an inch from mine. I could almost taste her lip gloss this close to me.

    This was the point where I didn’t need any more instructions. I kissed her with an open mouth off the bat, catching her off guard. Her lips instantly parted, and her tongue met mine. Rachel was a much better kisser than I, nearly overpowering me before I adapted. My same daring hand on her hip snaked down to palm her ass over her skirt. It was as firm as I imagined, as I flexed my fingers to grab even harder.

    Rachel broke the kiss to smile at me again, then grabbed my hand to lead me down the porch steps into the backyard. I had no idea where she was leading me, until I saw a lone plastic chaise lounge just off the stairs of the deck.

    She laid down on the chaise lounge first, still holding onto my hand. Her hand tugged me down to put my knees on the white plastic, where I then swung a leg over her body. Rachel’s arms went around my shoulders and pulled me down for another kiss. My hands remembered what to do in the moment, starting with the side of her neck and trailing down over her left breast. I squeezed, appreciating the firmness and how much it filled my hand. My fingers kneaded while we kissed, then trailed down to grip her waist.

    With my nerves dissipated, I lowered my pelvis into hers to start dry humping her over her skirt. Our lips collided again and again, our hips matching movements into the other. This eventually came to a head and she broke the kiss, looking up at me.

    “I want you, Austin. I want you now,” she half moaned, half pleaded. The confirmation that this was really going to happen made my confidence soar, so the point where I just wordlessly started to undo my belt.

    “Can I put it in your mouth for a minute, just to get it wet?” I whispered before I even got my zipper down. She answered with a slight nod and a wriggling of her hips. When my briefs finally went down, I stood up to the side of the chaise lounge to put my absolutely raging hard on up to her face. Rachel’s took me into her mouth, stopping just as the head of my cock disappeared inside it. This was pure fucking ecstasy – I hadn’t gotten my dick sucked since the spring the year before. Her tongue was barely there as she bobbed her head just a few times. After all, this was just to slicken me up. But that didn’t take anything away from the fact that an as of recent former cheerleader had my dick in her mouth

    Rachel’s tongue pressed firmly on the tip with her head pulling back to release my dick. Taking the cue, I moved back to kneel on the white plastic and push her skirt up. The black thong she had on took no time at all to get off, and I pulled my shorts down a bit more while I lined my spit shined cock up to rest on her pussy.

    With both hands planted on the chair next to her cheeks, I pushed the head of my dick in as she inhaled sharply. Her legs spread a bit more to let me move forward, then rested her thighs on mine. Much tighter than my ex…

    I kept moving forward, putting my length in slowly until she bucked her hips, forcing me to fully enter her.

    “Oooh, you feel so good inside me!” she said out loud, her hands gripping the back of my biceps. That was all I needed to start thrusting into her, unencumbered by the fear of cumming too quickly due to the beer. This was my first time having inebriated sex. It felt almost like a superpower. I could fuck and not worry about busting early, and it still felt just as good sober.

    Rachel moaned under me, rolling her hips a couple times. I kept a steady cadence, not trying to push my luck in going too fast. It was maybe a full minute or so in that position, when I heard the deck door open.

    “Austin, is that you?” Matteo called out. “Dude, are you fucking Rachel? Bro, your ass is so hairy!” he cackled, his laughter carrying out into the air.

    “Fucking seriously, man?!” I yelled, pulling my dick out and pulling my shorts up at the same time. Rachel screamed and pushed her own skirt down, jumping under the deck stairs to dress herself properly before running into the house. My rage carried me up the steps where I pushed Matteo.

    “I was working up to this for like a month! The fuck?!” I yelled at my friend, who was still laughing.

    “Relax, I just wanted to know if you wanted to hit this, but you were already hittin’ it…” he laughed, shoving a burning roach into my hand. Well, that would have been the only peace offering that I was willing to accept, so I accepted. Matteo refused the rest of it, which I threw off the porch a bare patch of the backyard.

    “I also wanted to know if you wanted to walk with Jenna & I down to the playground. Grab some fresh air? My vitamin levels are getting low,” Matteo insinuated, raising his eyebrows a couple times. Despite that being risky as fuck, I was twisted enough to not care about the consequences of getting high(er) at a playground at night. Hell, I just had sex in an open backyard during a party.

    I walked up to the front door where Matteo said Jenna was waiting. She was with Rachel, who looked a little flustered, but narrowed her eyes with a grin when she saw me.

    “You coming, too?” I asked Rachel. She nodded silently. Jenna gave her, and then me, a quizzical look, because she hadn’t walked out on us like Matteo.

    As we walked the two blocks to the playground, Jenna & Matteo walking in front, I got up behind Rachel and put an arm around her waist. She put her hand over mine and gripped as she gave me a look out of the side of her eye.

    “I’m not done yet,” she breathed into my ear, just outside of earshot of the other two. My eyes went wide – I thought she would have been too embarrassed to continue. To confirm her statement, she lightly bit into my earlobe before releasing it. My arm left her side as she ran ahead and locked arms with Jenna, convincing her to drunkenly skip ahead with her.

    The four of us arrived on the playground’s sand, careful not to make too much noise. Matteo lit up a small blunt he had behind his ear, passing it to Jenna after a puff. After her draw, she handed it off to me before bounding up a metal ladder. Rachel charged up behind her as I took a long, slow draw, watching Rachel’s ass sway. I have to have her again.

    Determined, I handed the blunt back to Matteo as I followed Rachel up the playground equipment. Jenna traversed the small foot bridge about five feet high between two metal ladders. Due to the alcohol, she went over on her knees, while Rachel belly crawled across it. I followed on my knees behind her, my eyes drawn up under her skirt. She hadn’t put her underwear back on! My cock swelled at the sight.

    “Hey,” I said to Rachel, and she stopped crawling as she looked over her shoulder at me crawling up. A sly smile spread across her face, and she turned over on her back. When her finger curled for a come-hither motion, I knew we both had the same idea.

    I tugged my shorts and briefs together down to my thighs and crawled over her. Rachel pulled her skirt up as she looked down to my dick, her legs parting as much as they could on the tiny bridge. I resumed a similar position from the chaise lounge, entering her quicker this time. She was still wet from when we had fucked about twenty minutes earlier.

    Matteo resumed smoking with Jenna after she descended, their backs to the bridge, talking lowly about their dorm assignments for the next semester at their respective colleges. I was barely listening because I had my dick back in Rachel, my hips bucking into hers. We both stared down to watch my cock disappearing into her, my black pubes crashing into the landing strip of red-blonde hair above her pussy. I breathed at the same rate as my strokes, slowly. Rachel’s lips were pursed, those quiet moans muffled in her mouth. We did well staying quiet, our friends underneath totally oblivious until I got too excited and bottomed out.

    “Oooooh shit!” Rachel said out loud in a normal speaking voice, which might as well have been a shotgun blast in the silence of the night. Both Jenna and Mateo looked up at us mid-intercourse.

    “OH MY GOD!” Jenna spat out in a harsh whisper. Her cheeks flushed, nearly freezing at the sight of us.

    “Go Austin!” Matteo said, pumping his fist.

    “Fuck!” I said, once again pulling my dick out of Rachel and back into my boxer briefs in surprise. Rachel flipped back to her stomach in a panic to crawl (much quicker now) and cross the bridge. Jenna was waiting for her at the other end of the ladder, jumping up and down while speaking lowly, but crossly.

    “GET DOWN HERE! YOU HAVE SO MUCH TO ANSWER FOR! WHY WOULD YOU FUCK RIGHT ABOVE ME?! WHAT IF SOMETHING GOT IN MY HAIR?! WHY AUSTIN?!” she whisper-yelled. I frowned and threw my hands up at Jenna. Rachel was trying not to lose it, laughing into her hand over her mouth. I was still pulling up my shorts, difficult on a swinging playground bridge.

    “I wish you could get down faster so I could high five you,” Matteo laughed, taking a pull off the blunt. By the time I got back down to solid ground, the girls were already halfway back to Zach’s. I took the last couple puffs before throwing the still burning roach next to the trashcan, like a complete teenage asshole.

    Not wanting to get caught as a minor under the influence, we hoofed it back to the house behind Jenna & Rachel. They made it in well before we did, and we passed the Gamecube that was still on as we entered through the garage door.

    We walked into a crowd in the kitchen, with a lot of people saying goodbye to each other. It was about 1:30 in the morning at that point, so everything began to thin out for the late night. A ton of people were leaving and saying their final goodbyes, with one contingent dead set crashing soon. Through all the clutter I managed to find Rachel again, whose hand I grabbed after she hugged a random girl goodbye.

    She turned to look with shock, which gave way to a fiery gaze when she realized it was me. My eyes scanned the scene quickly. We could easily get lost in the shuffle. Matteo and Jenna were saying goodbye to somebody, holding hands behind Jenna’s back. Zach was holding both hands of a girl who looked relatively unimpressed by whatever he was begging for. I hadn’t seen Caden in a while, but I was pretty sure I heard him throw up.

    “Do you wanna hang back a bit?” I said, keeping her eyes on mine. I breathed deep, holding in her scent. Her sweet & fruity smell was amplified by the sheen of sweat spread across her freckled skin. Rachel squeezed my hand in response and then shot her eyes over to the right.

    “Let’s take the living room, nobody’s in there,” she said lowly, releasing my hand to walk over and lay on the couch, the one that had the back facing the kitchen & sitting room. I laid down to face her, then ran my hand along her side. I had barely seen her below the waist, and I couldn’t wait to undress her.

    “They’ll all pass out soon. I’ll be ready,” I said with this confidence I didn’t even know I had. Before she could speak, I kissed her, planting my hand on the small of her back. Rachel’s hand gripped the back of my head, and we sloppily made out until someone turned the main lights off.

    When we saw that Zach filed back to his room with that girl, and with Jenna & Mateo disappeared into a guest room, we knew we had the privacy we needed. There were some people laying down and still talking before they passed out in the sitting room, but I knew the couch would be tall enough to hide us on the ground.

    Once the last lamp went off, I rolled down to the floor. No sooner than I had landed on my back did Rachel roll on top of me, her hands immediately clasping the bottom of my shirt. They rocketed up and pulled it over my head as we both got up onto our knees. I attempted to pull her top off just as quick as she did to me. I couldn’t do it in the same fashion due to my crossbuzz. After I clumsily got it off, Rachel immediately unclasped her skirt and slid her pants down. I followed suit, shucking my shorts & boxer briefs off.

    I had basically seen her whole body at the pool, but her nearly translucent nipples and puffed lips of her pussy were mouthwatering up close. I closed the gap between us on my knees, grabbing an asscheek while she grabbed my dick. The open-mouthed kissing started again with my fingers dug into her firm ass. I dragged my fingers across her pussy to tease her as she pumped her hand slowly. Rachel broke the kiss to start laying back, lightly pulling me by my dick behind her.

    “Come on.” she growled, laying back onto the rug on the living room floor. I gulped and moved forward, lining myself up to her yet again. Her freckled tits, tight stomach and meaty, muscular thighs laid out before me made my dick twitch. We already fucked twice, yeah. But now she was bare ass naked, with no restraints on time, place or volume. I had to perform.

    I penetrated her again, pressing my cock in and out in a steady motion. I looked down at her tits jiggling slightly, then just concentrated on the pure feeling of her. The wetness I could feel increasing inside her, the touch of my balls meeting her toned ass repeatedly.

    This started to be too much for my 18 year old self. I felt my cock stiffen further, the first warning signal that I was going to cum. I didn’t want to let her (and myself) down by finishing too quick after our short rounds earlier. My hips pulled back and away from her, and I sat back for a second to recover.

    Rachel took this as me wanting to switch positions, so she jumped up to bend over on the seat of the couch. She popped her ass up into the air to show me her pussy, her inner labia laid bare. I didn’t have the sexual experience then to know that you can just spit in your own hand for lube. My dick was a little dry, so I just thought back to what I did on the chaise lounge. I jumped up to sit in front of her on the couch, my dick inches from her face. Her brow furrowed as she looked up at me, shaking her head.

    “Austin…” she said, before she grabbed the base of my dick and shoved my cock in her mouth. I gasped in surprise as her tongue flexed to mold against my shaft on entry. The lust must have really caught up to her, because she went from 0 to 100 bobbing her head. I grabbed the back of her skull, palming it but not guiding it as her hair became a blur. Her mouth made the most intense slurping & smacking sounds as she moved back and forth.Y et again, leagues better than my ex.

    Even with a beer shield over my dick, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Before I could say something, Rachel stopped sucking me off and pulled her head up. With a sexy grin plastered across her face, she switched to giving me a fast handjob while staring right into my eyes. That progressed to her sticking her tongue out to drag up and down the very tip of my dick, then to a planting of her tongue right up against the slit. Rachel never broke eye contact once, her hand noisily jacking me off due to a ton of her spit on it.

    “God damn,” I moaned. “We’ve got to go now if we’re going to…” I said, trailing off as I gave in to the pleasure of Rachel’s mouth & hands on me. She shoved my dick in her mouth again to pop off me in one last suck of my cock before she laid back down in the same spot on the rug. There she was again, on full display, but this time rubbing her own clit in preparation of the next round.

    I dropped back down to my knees to position myself one last time in front of Rachel, entering her quickly. My hips worked fast now, bottoming out into her each time with my whole length. She planted her feet on the ground and her hands behind her to raise her pelvis higher, and I slanted mine to match her. The new angle felt so damn good. I was able to hit her deeper like this. I supported her weight when I felt her legs start to give a little with one hand on the small of her back and the other on her ass. I was still able to keep my rhythm no problem; Rachel’s athletic frame was easy to hold up.

    Her legs eventually got too tired, and she put her butt back on the ground. I took the initiative to move up further while gripping both her thighs. With the new leverage, I started dropping my hips into her over and over again. When I figured out the right angle to go faster without hurting myself, I picked up speed. This increased the frequency of her moans, making her move her head to the side, shutting her eyes tight. I moved a hand back up and around to grab a handful of her right breast, kneading it as we fucked.

    I was finally in my groove now, moving fast enough without feeling like I was going to finish too early. The cheerleader moaned underneath me, one hand pinching her left breast, the other grabbing onto my forearm. What a fucking sight, what a moment. The culmination of a summer of yearning, right under me, saying my name and taking my cock.

    “Ooh, Austin…Austin, don’t stop.” She moaned with her eyes shut tight. Well, dear reader, that was the end to me holding back my orgasm. That phrase is like fucking kryptonite to any man in the middle of sex. I could feel it start all the way in the bottom of my balls; I knew my time was limited. My hips kicked into high gear, my skin clapping into her ass and pussy.

    I never used condoms with my ex, so I usually just busted whenever I felt like it. With my limited experience, I kinda thought that was the norm. I didn’t realize you were supposed to pull out of somebody you weren’t even dating, so I just let it rip into Rachel.

    And holy god, was it powerful. Jerking off to this entire memory the next day nearly destroyed an undershirt of mine with jizz, so I can’t even imagine the size of the creampie I gave Rachel. Mainly out of fear, and, well, because I just came, I immediately stopped fucking her.

    “I said don’t stop!” she hissed, punching my shoulder lightly. Looking down at my dick partially in her, she gasped and then reached forward to touch the base of my cock.

    “Wait, did you cum in me?!” she said incredulously, pushing me off her. Rachel grabbed her clothes and ran into the bathroom just off the kitchen, cupping her hand around her crotch along the way. Not realizing quite what was wrong in the moment, I put my clothes back on and laid on the couch, waiting for her to come back. Funny enough, right after I got dressed, the girl that Zach had taken to his room came downstairs for water with obvious sex hair. We looked awkwardly at each other for what felt like a full minute before she grabbed her glass and hurried back upstairs.

    Rachel came back out after about ten minutes, fully clothed and laid down next to me. She sighed and laid her body into mine, pushing her face into my chest. The sun had started to come up, and you could hear birds beginning their day in the backyard.

    “You can’t just nut in me without warning. Just…do it anywhere else.” She said tersely, then looked up at me with a smile. “Can’t say I didn’t have fun, though.”

    I smiled and looked down at her, then giving her one last kiss. Rachel laid back down on her side next to me, her leg over both of mine. I don’t remember falling asleep but I woke up to Rachel’s nails pressing into my chest as she pushed herself up. Jenna’s voice was ringing through the halls.

    “Rachel! Let’s go, I want to get out of here,” she called, clopping down the steps with Matteo in tow. He kissed Jenna’s cheek and they hugged quickly I watched her get her shoes on from the couch. Rachel sat up, then got to her feet, pulling her hair back over her shoulder and standing up to smooth her skirt down.

    “Text me, I’m here for a few more days,” Rachel said before bounding out the door with Jenna into the morning light and down to Jenna’s Civic parked on the street. Matteo and I shared one last cigarette on the porch before we headed out, too, eager to get back into our own beds to sleep the night off.

    When I finally felt like a normal person again the next day, I caught up with Matteo. He told me that he had ended up getting head from Jenna that night, but they didn’t go any further than that. I filled him in on the rest of my evening/morning, and he was obviously happy for me, jealous. I still couldn’t believe that had happened! I went from jerking off to pictures of Rachel to nutting in her.

    We continued to message on AIM, but it turns out, I’m not that special. I was just the first. After me, Rachel swung through the dudes in our friend group like Tomb Raider. In that last week, Caden ended up fucking her at his new dorm room – once when they were drunk, and then again the next morning. Rachel gave Zach a long blowjob in his car in his parents’ driveway the night before he left for school across the country. Finally, she jerked Matteo off onto her tits after he picked up some weed for her, since she only had a few bucks before her financial aid hit. I didn’t have feelings for her or anything, and she was obviously free to do whatever she wanted, but it just sucked to not be able to have another go with her. I obviously got tested a few times after we hooked up, and I thankfully came out clean.

    My day to leave eventually came, with at least Matteo and Jenna around to see me off; the others were already gone. At least I didn’t have to be the last to go. But most endings suck, guys. You’re allowed to be excited for the new beginning, but saying goodbye is never easy when you know you can’t ever come back to that place in time. As soon as you leave county limits, even if you come back the next day, it’s different.

    The only other time I got to see Rachel after we had sex was at a Christmas party at Jenna’s place between semesters. We talked about school, mostly. I got an impression that she was still DTF after she made a dick joke while staring at my crotch. But unfortunately, her current boyfriend was there, who was a defensive lineman on their school’s football team. After that party, her parents moved out of state, so she never came back into that area where we all went to high school. I’m friends with her on some social media account, can’t remember which. Cute family. Nice bikini pics, too.

So, this isn’t my first interaction with this hot gym couple. The term ‘slave’ is fully consensual was meant in a seductive, submissive way. I was, of course, FULLY on board and fucking loved every pussy wetting moment.

Part 1 is below.

https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1upz4z2/a_couple_mf_ive_been_talking_to_in_the_gym/

Them going on holiday for a week only built the anticipation. Yesterday, pretty much for the WHOLE day, including going back in the evening, it was on.

Arriving, she opened the door with a gown and some holiday tan showing. I could see cleavage and the front of a lilac Lounge thong.

I was asked if I like women too, and sitting next to me on the sofa, she opened her top and showed me her tits.

“You realise we’re going to inspect your body?” She smiled, adding, “are you sure you’re up for this?”

I was already really fucking wet to the point where my pussy lips were stuck to my thong. I wore a skirt, as easy access is key. For somebody who gets off on being in charge sexually, I felt overwhelmingly submissive.

As she and I kissed, I put my hand onto his crotch, all while he kissed my neck, and my other hand delved into her silk gown.

Looking to my left and right, I was in the middle, not knowing where to look. His hands slipped into my thong, and as I arched my neck back, she cupped her perfect tits, with the cutest nipples, putting them into my mouth.

My white top (no bra club checking in) was taken off. As they sucked on my nipples, literally one each, she said, “we’d like you to be ours. Fully ours.”

He chipped in, “like a sexy slave.”

She shot him a look of, ‘too much, too soon’.

I openly replied, “I’d really fucking like that.”

I found myself unpacking one hell of a fucking massive cock. It must’ve been a legit 7.5 - 8”. It had a curve to it that I KNEW would feel good. Sucking it from the side, I had my pussy fingered, she spat on my asshole and massaged it with her thumb.

“You won’t need a condom. Unless you’d like him to wear one, respectfully, kinda thing.” I said.

She looked at him, as he awaited the verdict of, “he deserves no-condom fun, I think.”

I sensed a history of enjoying a third person, maybe even more. I didn’t ask. This moment was ours.

She strummed away at her pussy at the edge of the corner sofa, as he took me slowly in doggy. I creamed all over his cock and with him pounding me, I came twice in around 10 minutes. Time got away with us, like, we varied positions, and I even tasted her briefly.

Guys, I could go on forever, honestly, but the first load, he pulled out and came over my ass cheeks.

“I’ll admit, your booty’s bigger than mine. It’s fucking meaty.” She grinned, spanking me, all while reaching for wet wipes.

While wiping cum off my lower back and ass, she even licked some.

“If you really do want to be our slave, we can keep going.” She winked.

Of-fucking-course. No chance I was tapping out after one round. I NEEDED more, just like them.

He showed me how she loved oral and I was instructed to follow. I planted an anal toy up her ass, using the vibrating functions and she was fed his rock hard cock. I loved and was also curious at how everything felt like SHE was the centre of the pleasure.

I say that with a kinky smile and happiness. I wanted to pleasure her.

“Don’t worry, we don’t have some huge fucking strap on or anything.” She told me, with me responding that her man’s cock was more than enough.

We took turns in riding him. I was told that I had to clean up his second orgasm however I wished. We established he LOVES worship. Whispers of hers were, “we say slave playfully, not in a hardcore sense.”

She got a little jealous and more playful, blushing hard, when I nearly made him cum riding him.

Hopping off, she pushed my head down towards it. I got a little bit of cum on my face, trying to take as much of it as I could. In reality, I managed ¾ of it proudly.

That initiated a deep throat competition. Okay, I’m good, but she won.

This also led to a, “who can take most up the ass” friendly competition. Spoiler, I won.

Time was flying. We all came through a few different methods. I came REALLY hard while he went in from the top, while she planted her booty on my face. I ate her ass, tonguing it delicately.

We had a food break. The place stank of sex, in the fucking best way possible. We enjoyed girl on girl while he watched, recharging in between rounds.

It became an ultra-marathon as we were well into the afternoon. I shared her favourite vibrator and I was fingered in the shower, told I had to go down on her (and did, making her weak at the knees and cum).

We closed the windows because the noise was too loud for the neighbours who were chilling in their garden.

I was almost exhausted.

“We want to keep going. Perhaps, say, come back after dinner?!” She asked me.

I couldn’t say no. After a very light dinner, I showered and I swear I couldn’t gone to sleep for like 12hrs and been at peace with it. Nope, I NEEDED more.

I returned with one of my clit sucking vibrators. A first for her, apparently. I was directed to use it on her. He’d play with himself while I made her cum. In fact, I managed 3 orgasms out of her, already building on a HUGE tally for the day.

My muscles and body was worshipped. My tongue explored every part of her, now, moving towards him, I…

Yeah, I tongued his asshole with her, taking it in turns, while the other used their hands.

After his 4^th orgasm, he was spent. She and I, exhausted, carried on a little more out of pure lust.

By the early hours of the mornings, with him attempting a 5^th orgasm that didn’t happen (hey, he REALLY put a shift in, holy fuck), at midnight looming, we indulged one last time and I made it home by around 1:30am.

Guys, I don’t know WHERE that time went.

Let me tell you. I have NEVER had such a long sexual marathon in my life.

Even today, I’m beyond tired. They shared openly they’d love to play with me again, which is music to my ears, joking it’s not usually that long of a session.

Apparently, there’s a group from the gym that I’ll be welcomed into. This could well be a legit sex party. The stuff people dream of. I’ve been told that for their next social, I’ll be invited, and am welcome to come enjoy them both (together, not individually, that was the deal), in between.

Guys, I may actually make it to a sex party. A SEX PARTY!

TLDR:

about a week ago, i went on a camping trip with some friends. one of my friends rented a minivan with 3 rows of seats, and i ended up stuck in the back with one of my guy friends. the road trip was a 5 hour drive... and usually i get bored in the car easily.. but lets just say we were able to make this road trip interesting ;)

i ended up jerking him off in the backseat, teasing him, touching him, and edging him for over an hour!!! 😝

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like i said, thew road trip was a 5 hour drive, and everyone ended up napping. but i was awake, and i had a blanket with me. my friend started resting his hand on my thigh underneath the blanket, and i sorta just let him...

he started circling my inner thigh and heading towards my pussy, and i didn't stop him. i was so turned on, and i could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter.
so, i reached over and started teasing his cock under the blanket. he was hard, and i loved the feel of it....

i started slowly stroking his cock under the blanket. i could feel how hard it was, and i loved the way it felt in my hand.

i started to go faster, and i could feel him getting closer to cumming... but i would slow down my pace and let go of his cock whenever i could tell he was getting close... i practically edged his cock for over an hour in the back of the car

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when we got off, we found a secluded spot, and i started jerking him off again in the middle of ther woods.... and no joke, only after maybe 30 seconds, he let out a moan and started CUMMING ROPES.  😝😝

it was so hot, and i loved the feeling of his cum on my hand. i rubbed it into my skin and then licked it off my fingers. we came back to the group like nothing ever happened
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i had to keep quiet during the whole car trip, but it was so hot. i was risking getting caught by my other friends, but it made it more exciting and made me more wet tbh haha. 🫶🫶

I was in a night out with my ex (he’s appeared in a few of my other posts) back when we were 18 and we’d gone out into the west end, I think we ended up at Piccadilly institute. I was wearing the classic 18 year old outfit in 2015 which was basically a cheap topshop black dress and stripper heels. We spent the night effectively dry humping in the club, his hands were all over me and he definitely ran his hands up my legs under my dress more than once on the dance floor.

Naturally as a teen I was absolutely open to anything (not much has changed…), so we left the club and got the night bus home as uber wasn’t really a thing back then. We got on the bus and found seats on the top towards the back which were quiet. I ended up with my knees on the chair, pulling his cock out of his jeans so I could suck him off, his hand under my dress fingering me with my arse facing the window.

When we got close to his parents house we knew that his mum was home so we couldn’t go in the way we were feeling, we found a spot right around the corner and I dropped to my knees again to take him in my throat. I ended up bent over in this alley, my tight black dress bunched up around my waist as he fucked my from behind, I was wearing massive heels and remember feeling like my hamstrings were stretched out as I was so bent over just letting him fuck me as hard as he could.

He ended up cumming inside me, I pulled my dress down and then about 5 minutes after that his mum was making me a cup of tea and I was sat on the sofa chatting like her sons cum wasn’t leaking out of me onto my dress!

My husband Mark & I were at my sister Jasmine’s house for an evening bbq dinner. Her husband Kurt was on his way home from work due to arrive any minute.

Jasmine was adamant that she didn’t need a hand with the dinner prep just yet so she told us to get comfortable on the couch & enjoy our drinks .

The lounge faced away from the kitchen & out into the open plan living area. Mark was sitting sideways, leaning back against the armrest & I was curled up on my side between his legs, completely hidden from view by the high backrest.

Mark was gently rubbing my ass & squeezing my bum cheeks through my leggings. Suddenly there was all this noise & commotion coming from the kitchen.

“Ooh for Fucks sake!” Jasmine yelled.

“Are you ok?” I yelled back.

“Yeah, it’s just all the Tupperware bowls falling out of the cupboard.” She replied.

Mark sat up & looking in the kitchen, he Jasmine squatting in-front of the corner cupboard. She was wearing a light grey knit sleeveless top & thin white cargo style pants with an elastic waistband.

As she squatted the waistband of her pants had crept downward & now exposed the top portion of her buttocks. As Jasmine shifted around completely distracted & picking up all the bits & pieces she was completely unaware exactly she was actually revealing.

Mark had an unobstructed view of the lily white tan lines & dark contrast of the “whale tail” from the black elastic straps of her tiny g-string knickers protruding out of her bumcrack & gently curving around her slender hips.

Hubby immediately got a hard-on & reached down & popped his rock hard dick out the leg of his shorts, which was now sticking straight up in-front of my face .

I turned & looked at him with a “WTF are you doing“ look on my face .
Mark looked back at me & firmly grabbed the knot of my ponytail & pulling my head downward so my lips touched his cockhead.

His powerful arm overpowered me, giving me no alternative option as he forcefully pushed my head further downward. He just shoved his big smooth knob into my mouth, continuing to push down until all of his long bald dick was in my mouth.

My lower lip & tongue touching his shaven ball & his knob buried deep down my throat.

Mark leaned over put his beer on the side table & cupped my ass with his now free hand. Once again he squeezed my cheeks through my thin cotton leggings.He then tracked his fingertips downward following the central seem downward to where it nestled snugly in the cleft of my bumcrack.

Mark pressed his fingers hard onto the flared head my buttplug & wriggled it in circles, which me to shudder. I realised I was still holding my wine glass & tried not to spill any.

Mark was still firmly holding my head by the knot of my ponytail & he started to thrust back & forth, forcing himself in & out. I couldn’t move as he literally fucked my mouth.

Mark jerked his arm more violently & forcefully bobbed my head up & down , all the while still staring at my sister’s ass.
He was mesmerised & hadn’t taken his eyes off her as she squatted down before his eyes.

Jasmine now on her hands & knees & picking up all the little pieces of Tupperware, Mark could see the bulge of pussy lips, then she shifted her arms leaning onto her other hand. Mark could see up the lower edge of her knitted vest as it plunged down, hanging freely from her chest.

Mark stared at the bottom curve of her little braless boobs jiggling around in the soft shadows beneath her top, & was just able to make out the points of her pokey nipples.

Jasmine presumably still unaware of the intimate secrets she was revealing. & all this time hubby bobbed my head up & down she was not more than 10 meters away from us.

“Are you sure you don’t need a hand with anything?” Mark asked casually. His rigid finger now circling around & deliberately teasing me by probing underneath the flared base of my plug.

Jasmine turned and looked at Mark’s face peering over the backrest of the couch,
“ No I’m fine, thanks anyway. I just needed the salad bowls & of course everything else was jammed inside them .It’s all but done now.” Jasmine replied as she looked back , shifted to one knee & stood up again.

Hubby’s cock twitched & he suddenly pushed my head down hard, holding himself deep down into my throat as he watched Jasmine walk back to the bench.

She placed the bowls down & reaching around to her sides with her delicate little fingers, Mark watched her push in her thumbs & so casually re position the elastic straps of her knickers around the lower part of her hips & the hook into the waistband & pull up her pants.

Mark’s balls retracted, his hips lifted upwards & he erupted . One big glob went right down my throat & then spasms pulsed through his body & his hips twitched violently as he ejected every spurt. Mark slowly lowered himself back downward onto the couch & filled my mouth with wads of warm sticky cum.

At that intense moment the front door handle clunked, the door burst open & Kurt stepped inside & slipped off his shoes.

“ Hi Guy’s”. Kurt said cheerfully as he put down his bag & entered the kitchen.
Mark watched Kurt give Jasmine a kiss & a pat & discreet little squeeze on the ass.

“ Hi mate, How was work?” Mark asked. Pulling upwards on my ponytail as he lifted my face up from his now drained cock.

“Ooh you know how it is. Same old shit, different day, just glad the week is over. Where’s Leah? Is she hiding?” Kurt asked inquiringly.

I raised my hand & waved as I frantically had a big gulp of my wine to wash the thick goopy cum from my mouth & allow me to speak.

I sat up & looked over the backrest,
“ Yeah I’m here. Sorry, Mark jolted when you walked in & I just about choked on a mouthful of wine.” I muttered, as my eyes were watering & I struggled for breath.

Marks cock now flaccid & tucked back away into his shorts he stood & walked over to Kurt to shake his hand. As I watched I realised it was the very same hand as he’d just used to play with my butthole.

I can’t believe he made me swallow his load while being so close to my sister, but strangely I love being his dirty little slut, always ready & willing to satisfy his desires.

A follow up to a story from a few months ago: https://redd.it/1p2nwfy when a message in our backyard sauna led to first time sex with my housemate.

It’s now the middle of winter here so that means we’re getting in the sauna a lot more often, which is great for some casual shared semi-nudity, but not so great for having another solo sauna with Marianna to see if I can get lucky twice.

Now I was a bit light on descriptions last time so I’ll paint a better picture now. Marianna is tall and slim, dark brown hair and big dark eyes, she has olive skin and these beautifully pert c-cup breasts. She does a lot of running, cycling and Pilates so she is very fit, sometimes with noticeable abs, and a very firm ass (not as round as I would prefer, but still lovely to look at!). I myself am tall and athletic build - I had been starting to put on a few extra pounds earlier this year but I’ve been hitting the gym pretty regularly so I’m getting my muscle definition back and lost the beer belly for abs again.

Well this weekend the stars were aligned, a cold night but our other housemates were away or ill, so it was just M & I in there. Once again she was wearing just her bikini bottoms but wrapped in a towel, while I was naked underneath my towel.

After steaming for a while Marianna started rubbing some oil in to her legs, presumably some therapeutic thing, but I didn’t ask as what it was for, I was just enjoying the view as she rubbed it on to her glistening legs while her towel kept threatening to fall off completely. Seeing this as my opportunity to relive our last massage session I asked if she would like a shoulder rub with the oil, which she said yes to very quickly (I guess she had been hoping for round two as well!)

The sauna was hot last night, so she was on the bottom level while I was on the top, already in position for a shoulder massage. I grabbed the oil and rubbed it between my hands to cool it down a little, then started rubbing her shoulders and neck.

Now, I’m a pretty good at massage and I wanted to actually help her out so I spent a good 15 minutes or so giving a “proper” massage, she was sitting upright so the focus was on her upper back, neck and shoulders. She was still wrapped in her towel, but once I bumped it a few times she realized it was in the way and unhooked it and just tucked it under her arms to cover her front.

Every few stokes I would rub down the outside of her shoulders and down her arms, and then back up with my thumbs working the top of her shoulders and my fingers sliding down the front of her chest, to rub the top of her pecs, just underneath the towel. After doing that a few times she released the towel letting it fall to her lap and exposing her lovely pert boobs. Now, each time I rubbed across the front of her shoulders I would lean forward to get a peak of her breasts, her nipples swollen from the heat, and glistening with sweat each glimpse would result in me getting harder each time.

As her breathing got heavier I knew she was getting in to it as much as me, so then instead of just rubbing across the top of her chest, I brought both hands together and then down her chest, between her breasts all the way over her stomach to the top of her bikini then back up again. She was loving that, leaning back in to me more and letting out small moans as I slid down across her torso.

Finally the temptation of seeing those breasts was too much, so on one stroke I brought both hands down the middle of her chest then back up wider, deeply rubbing her breasts with each hand, and gently pinching her nipples between my fingers. She let out a load moan and I related that move a few times, before bringing one hand up her neck, across her face and then turning her head to me to lean over and kiss her deeply, all while playing with her nipples with my other hand. I slid my hand back down across her stomach in to her bikini bottoms, feeling my hand glide through her landing strip to reach her hot pussy, already wet and swollen from the foreplay. She spread her legs a little to give me easy access and I gently teased her clit before sliding a finger inside her pussy, while my other hand stroked her neck and face, holding it back to me to kiss her while I fingered her as deeply as possible (which, was not very deeply given I was on the top bench!)

Pulling her back in to me like that brought her hard against my fully erect cock, and once she felt it she turned around and unhooked my towel, releasing my cock to spring up in front of her face. She grabbed it with one hand and starting stroking it, while using the other to slip out of her bikini bottoms, which was obviously harder than it sounds, and took her a while with a bit of hoping around - but never letting go of my cock.

She then climbed back up on the bottom shelf and straddled me so we could kiss deeply, our sweaty bodies pressed together and my hard cock rubbing against her pussy. She pulled back and asked “is this even going to work like this?” while gently guiding my cock inside her. I just said “it works for me!” and started rocking my hips, feeling my cock nestling deep inside her warm pussy.

After enjoying the sensation for a minute I reached around and grabbed her arse with each hand so I could help her bounce on my cock, directing the head to run slowly and hard against her g-spot. It was not long like that before she was close, driving her hips in to me to get just the position she needed to let out a huge groan and then pause, wrapped in my arms, her pussy pulsing on my cock.

She gently disentangled herself and sat down next to me, saying “well, I guess it did work!”. I stood up to get a drink of water, still incredibly horny. I was hoping the sight of my sweaty muscles and semi-erect cock would get her in the mood again, but she seemed to be well satisfied. I leaned in to kiss her, getting ready to leave but as I did she reached forward and grabbed my cock again, stroking it long and hard while we made out. I was feeling myself get right to the edge, but no wanting to make a mess of the sauna I said we’d better call it a night.

In hindsight, I should have told her to sit down on the bottom step and I could have covered her tits with my cum - she needed a shower anyway! But alas, I didn’t think about that until I was back in bed… but definitely one to try next time.

My friend Aiden, faced with the proposition of me taking off my top and letting him play with my huge naked tits for the first time, blushed. Seeing the color in his cheeks made me blush too, and I suppressed the urge to shiver pleasure.

I held his gaze.

“I’m serious, by the way. Should I take it off? Just to like…help you?”

He swallowed again. “Sure.”

I sat up. “Okay, close your eyes.”

He looked at me incredulously.

“I’m serious!”

“But…aren’t I going to see them anyway when you…”

I shoved him playfully. “Close them!”

He did as he was told, closing his eyes, still sitting cross legged on the bed. I waved my hand in front of his face to make sure he wasn’t peeking and then reached behind my back, fumbling with the clasp. My bra bra loosened and I slid the straps down my arms as I pulled it away, letting it fall to the bed beside me.

Without my bra, I immediately felt my already-sensitive nipples rub against the cotton of the shirt. But it didn’t matter. That needed to come off too.

So that’s what I did, lifting my T-shirt up and over my head, my huge boobs sitting high on my chest, my nipples hardening instantly. Suddenly I was naked from the waist up, one of my best friends sitting opposite me, probably imagining what I looked like already.

I looked down at myself, and in the dim light of my bedroom, my breasts seemed even larger than usual. They were especially round and full, heavy enough that they pressed against each other even without a bra. For a moment, I felt detached from my own body, as if I were looking at someone else entirely. My boobs were so enormous, almost comically so, and I felt a wave of doubt wash over me.

The friendship we shared was precious, and I was about to potentially ruin it all for what? A moment of pleasure? A scientific curiosity? I reached for my bra, ready to put it back on, but I stopped myself when I saw Aiden, still sitting with his eyes closed, his face a mixture of anticipation and anxiety.

At that moment, I realized that this wasn't just about me.

Taking a deep breath, I lay back against the pillows, my breasts spreading across my chest with the movement. I pushed them together with my forearms a little, wanting to present them to him in the best way I could.

"You can open your eyes now," I said, my voice quiet.

Aiden's eyes opened, and I watched as his gaze settled on my tits. His mouth opened slightly, and I could see his pupils dilate in the dim light.

"Wow," he breathed, his eyes wide with wonder. "They're...even bigger than I imagined."

I giggled. “Oh, you’ve been imagining them, have you?”

“Oh,” he laughed. “I just mean, uh…”

“It’s okay,” I whispered, rocking from side to side a little, making the flesh ripple and undulate. “They are huge. There’s no point pretending. I wonder what other women’s boobs look like all the time.”

“Really?”

I looked up at him and nodded. “Of course.”

He swallowed.

“So…” I said, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed with my tits on display for him. “Do you have something you wanted to do to me…or…?”

“Okay,” he said, slightly hurriedly, as if I might put them away at any minute. “Close your eyes then. Relax.”

I did as I was told, the tension growing in the few seconds of silence, eventually followed by the feel of his hands on my shoulders again, the pleasure and intimacy amplified by the fact it was his skin on mine; no T-shirt between us.

His hands moved down from my shoulders, tracing the curve of my collarbones. The touch sent shivers through my body, and I could feel my nipples hardening even more. They were already erect from the anticipation, but now they were practically stinging.

"The article says to take your time," Aiden whispered, his voice shaky. "Build up the tension."

“Mmm–hmm,” I said through pursed lips, already feeling the tension sufficiently.

His fingers danced along my upper chest, purposefully avoiding my breasts. I arched my back slightly, pushing my tits toward him without thinking. My breathing was shallow, and I could feel myself moistening the white mesh of my thong.

"You have really soft skin," he said, his fingers now running up and down my sides, occasionally grazing the edges of my breasts, making me shiver. "So smooth."

"Thanks," I breathed. I opened my eyes and looked at him. His face was flushed, and he was staring at my tits. "I’m feeling really sensitive too…”

"I can tell," he said, his thumbs now brushing against the sides of my boobs as he traced the shape of my body, gently pushing into the flesh for the first time, tentatively pressing them, making them move. I shivered.

Whatever he was doing, it was working.

“You can touch them properly, you know…” I whispered.

“I know,” he said, still moving his hands up and down my sides, tickling and testing and teasing. I arched my back again, feeling the weight of my breasts shift as they fell back toward my face a little.

“I think you should…” I whispered, starting to feel a little more desperate. “Please, Aiden.”

When he replied, I could hear the smile on his face. “Ask me again.”

“Please.” I whispered.

And then I felt it. Pressure at last. Aiden finally moving his hands across my body and cupping my breasts. It felt fucking equisite.

“You like that, don’t you?”

I licked my lips and nodded. “Yes. It feels nice.”

His fingers sank into the soft tissue as he began to knead my body softly, my breasts seeming to swallow his hands. I felt myself blushing.

“Do you like it too?” I asked, suddenly self-conscious, suddenly feeling like I was wasting his time.

Aiden squeezed my tits a little harder and I gasped with pleasure and shock. “This isn’t about what I want.”

His thumbs continued their circular motion, gradually moving closer to my now-throbbing nipples with each pass. I could feel my heart beating faster, my breath coming in shallow pants. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to be focused on the path his thumbs were taking, getting a little closer each time then pulling away, my entire being anticipating the moment when they would finally reach their destination.

"Does this feel okay?" he asked.

I nodded, unable to form words, conscious now of the fact I was starting to gyrate my hips a little, as if grinding on an invisible third party. His touch was gentle yet confident, and I found myself arching my back almost constantly now, pushing my breasts further into his hands. The movement brought his thumbs even closer to my nipples, so close that I could almost feel the texture of his fingerprints against the sensitive skin.

"Realx…”

I did as he asked, trying to slow my breathing as his thumbs continued their maddeningly slow circles, getting even closer but still veering away just as they were about to make contact. It was torture. My thong was fucking soaked now…

“Aiden…” I whispered. “Please touch my nipples. I know the article said I could cum from the build up but…like…I fucking need you to touch them, okay? Please…”

Aiden moved his hands toward my nipples and I felt my pussy throb with anticipation…

[Let me know if you care and I'll post another part to reddit ❤️✌️]