Threesome With a Lesbian Couple
This one happened a while back I was meeting a female friend of mine at a bar. She was there with 2 friends she had from work. They were a gay couple, both women in their early - m
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This one happened a while back I was meeting a female friend of mine at a bar. She was there with 2 friends she had from work. They were a gay couple, both women in their early - m
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Read story →My two friends and I were driving back from the New Jersey shore after a day of partying . We spotted her walking on the shoulder of the road just outside of a small town that we just passed thru. Being 19 years old and full of cum and spotting a nice looking female, I quickly pulled over and asked her if she needed a ride. She instantly agreed. She was fairly attractive, in shape, and I estimate in her early 30's. Once she got in the car, I asked where are you going and she just starts bitching about her husband calling him a dickhead and asshole and said she just wanted to get away from the fucker and was heading to her sisters house. She kept up her rantings about what a piece of shit her husband was, on and on, just really talking nasty shit about him. Dam was she really fucking pissed at her husband. After about 10 miles of driving she started to calm down. That's when I told her that we are going to stop at a swimming lake near our homes to take a late night dip, would you also
That day, I returned home earlier than usual. Not that much earlier—about an hour, maybe an hour and a half. It was just that the office renovations had been delayed indefinitely, and the boss, with a wave of his hand, sent us all home. I was actually glad: I could collapse on the couch and watch something until Nastya got home from work. But Nastya was already home. I realized it right away—her sneakers were standing in the hallway, thrown haphazardly, with her socks sticking out of one. Next to them were men's shoes. Not mine. My first thought was stupid: a plumber. But a plumber wouldn't leave his shoes behind. A plumber would leave his boots, heavy work boots, with the laces untied. But these were leather, polished, with a neat, narrow toe. The kind worn by men who take care of themselves. I put the bag on the floor. Quiet. Too quiet for repairs. A sound came from the bedroom. Soft, rhythmic. The creaking of a bed—our bed creaked just like that, in one spot, at the foot
His best friend heard us fucking through the wall. That's how it started. We were at my boyfriend's apartment and I was riding him on his bed being way too loud and afterwards his friend knocked on the door and said "you guys know these walls are paper thin right? I can hear EVERYTHING" and my boyfriend, without missing a beat, said "then stop listening and come join next time." I looked at him like WHAT. He shrugged. "Would you be into that?" Like he was asking if I wanted pizza for dinner. I thought about it for maybe three seconds and said "yeah actually." His friend is cute. Tall, plays basketball, big hands, easy smile. I'd noticed him before but never in a serious way because I love my boyfriend and I'm not about to make things weird. But my boyfriend was literally offering and his friend was standing in the hallway and I could see him through the cracked door and he looked nervous and hopeful and my pussy was still wet from round one so I said "get in here." That fir
So I was in the army (m 20) and I was stationed in El Paso TX at Fort Bliss. I was assigned to a new unit, one that was built from scratch. I went through the ranks and made Sargent pretty fast within 2 years. We ended up getting a new female commander and no one knew anything about her other than she moved from New York. I met her on her first day she arrived at our unit. She looked decent, obviously older (around late 30s early 40s), small frame, white skin with wavy brown hair/slightly gray. She had a southern accent and was very polite. I got assigned to be her driver and drove her in a humvee and a Bradley. We drove a lot and got familiar with each other. We ended up joking and have like minded dark humor. We ended up sleeping in the same 4 man tent. Just the two of us, she said she didn't feel comfortable with others around. It was late as hell one night, and I was listening to the radio for Mission traffic. I lit a cigarette which I knew she hated due to her quitting and
She texted me to come over and study for orgo and I said yeah even though I already knew the material because I've had a thing for her since sophomore year of high school and I'm not about to turn down three hours on her couch. She opened the door in this thin white tank top with no bra and little cotton shorts and I swear my brain left my body for about two seconds before I said hey and walked past her like a normal person. We sat on the couch with our textbooks open and I was reading the same sentence about molecular bonds over and over because every time she shifted her weight or leaned forward to grab her highlighter I could see everything through that shirt, the shape of them, the way they moved, the outline of her nipples pressing against the fabric, and I kept telling myself to look at the book but my eyes had their own plans. About an hour in she stretched her arms above her head and her tank top rode up and I saw the bottom curve of her tits and a strip of stomach and I star
Sleepover The first time I slept over at my girlfriends’ parents house I only had the option of sleeping on the living room couch. Her dad was away travelling for work so it was just her mom there, Rochelle. Her mom had already prepped the couch for me by laying out a blanket and pillow. My girlfriend kissed me goodnight and headed up to her room to bed. I was pretty tired already and I’ve always been one to fall asleep easily, so as soon after the lights were turned off I was out within minutes. I’m not sure what time it was but I woke up to a wet encompassing sensation. My first thought was “Sweet, my girlfriend wants to surprise me!” I couldn’t see very well in the pitch black, but I reached down and brushed her hair. As my eyes started to adjust I saw more of her hair, a dirty blondish color. My girlfriend and I had done the deed a couple times at this point, but she’d never given me head. So I was pleasantly surprised at her proficiency. “Fuck, Emma, (my girlfriends name) i
The sharp sting of his palm connecting with my bare skin echoes off the cinderblock walls of the tiny dorm room, a sudden, percussive shock that ripples straight through my hips and ignites a hot, dizzying current of heat right between my thighs. "Look at you, crawling in here past midnight like the needy little slut you are," Tyler growled, his voice a low, rough rasp that vibrates against my ear as he leans over my back, his broad chest pressing heavily into my spine. He grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back just enough to expose my throat, forcing me to arch my back and present myself to him even more completely. "You couldn't even wait until the weekend, could you? You were sitting in your room, getting all wet just thinking about this, weren't you?" "Yes," I breathed out, my voice trembling, a pathetic, breathless little sigh that I barely recognize as my own. My face is pressed down into the synthetic, slightly scratchy fabric of his dorm-issue twin mattress, but I d
It was supposed to be a normal visit. My nineteen year old sister, Brandi, had driven up to campus to surprise me for the weekend, our parents’ idea after the divorce left the house too quiet and us too distant. We’d always been close growing up, me the older brother by two years, her the little sister who used to steal my hoodies and climb into my bed during thunderstorms. But something had changed the last year. The way her eyes lingered when I came out of the shower. The way I caught myself staring at the curve of her ass in those tiny shorts she wore around the house. Eventually, we both felt it. It started with masturbating together and then eventually we had sex for the first time. And having sex with my sister was the best sex I’d ever had. My only complaint was that she refused to do anal. And that was a big complaint since her ass was gorgeous. She’d just gotten here and she was in the dorm with me … fully naked. She lay on her stomach, propped up on her elbows with her lon
Hello everyone. This is pure fantasy. Any coincidences are purely coincidental. "A strange gift in a rented apartment" is another dirty story about silicone skin and abnormal sizes. Swearing, crude language, milk, urine, and torn holes. There is no realism and there never will be. If you don't like it, close it. For everyone else, have a nice day. The apartment reeked of dampness and cheap air freshener, which hadn't masked the smell of sweat and semen in a long time. Alina stood by the window, adjusting her short red dress, which barely stretched over her silicone breasts and swollen ass. Her heels dug into the linoleum. The neighbors on the other side of the wall were already yelling—either they were having sex or arguing. She didn't give a damn. The client had promised to come with "something special," and the money in the envelope was supposed to last a week. The door opened without ringing. A man walked in, closed it behind him, and tossed a package
I should probably feel worse about this than I do. I matched with Cade on an app. He was twenty four. Dark hair, nice arms, the kind of profile that doesn't try too hard. We texted for two days and then he said come over and I said okay because I wanted to get fucked and he seemed like he could handle it. His apartment was fine. Clean enough. He had one of those big TVs that guys always have and a couch that looked expensive and not much else. He handed me a drink and we talked for maybe fifteen minutes and then I kissed him because I didn't come here to talk. He kissed me back hard. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him and he carried me to the bedroom and dropped me on the bed. I pulled my shirt off and he pulled his off and he was built. Not like a gym bro. More like someone who actually does things with his body. He got on top of me and kissed my neck and bit my collarbone and I already knew this was going to be good. He pulled my jeans off and my underwear and went
About two months ago, Hugo and I were relaxing at our apartment. He had just finished his workout, while I was sitting on the couch, engrossed in my TV show. After his workout, he went to take a shower, leaving his iPhone on the coffee table. At first, I didn’t pay any attention to it. Then a WhatsApp notification popped up on his screen. My name was clearly visible in the preview of a message sent by one of his buddies. I was immediately intrigued. Why was he talking about me? And more importantly, what the hell was he saying about me? Curiosity got the better of me, and I eventually unlocked his phone. Yes, I knew his passcode. Since my name had appeared in the conversation, I figured I should at least find out what it was about. The notification took me straight to a group chat with eight of his buddies, three of whom I didn’t even know. The message that had caught my attention read: “Not nearly as skinny as Alice, but check out those boobs I had a fucking great time.” Next t
Dev has been fucking me for months. Regular thing. Nothing complicated. He comes over, we fuck, sometimes Cole is there, sometimes he's not. Standard arrangement. I've written about it before. What I haven't written about is the conversation we had two weeks ago where I told him to stop pulling out. We were in bed after he'd just finished. He'd pulled out and come on my stomach like he always does because that was the agreement. I was lying there looking at the ceiling with his cum drying on me and I felt annoyed. Not at him. Just. Annoyed. "I want you to cum inside me next time," I said. He propped himself up on one elbow. "You sure?" "I wouldn't say it if I wasn't sure." "Kim." "Dev." He looked at me for a long second and then he leaned down and kissed me and his hand slid between my legs where I was still wet and sensitive and he said "Yeah okay" against my mouth and I felt my whole body light up. Next time was two days later. A Friday night. Cole was out so it was just us
In my mid-20s I was living in a shared house in Nottingham with 4 other professionals; 3 women in their 20s and early 30s and 1 other guy like me in his 20s. We were all friendly with each other after living together for 6 months. We each had our own room but shared kitchen, lounge and bathrooms. After one particularly challenging week away with work I’d got back to home for a Friday night and was pretty tired but really needed to let off some steam and being single, looked forwards to jerking one out. Before I could do so though, Sophie, who had a room next door to me, stopped me as I was going into my room. “Hey Alex, it’s Amanda’s birthday tomorrow, we had a card for her please can you sign it and get it back to me before she gets home?” “Sure, no worries” I reply “I’ll sort in a bit” and took it into my room. I put the card on my bedside table next to a glass of water intending to sign after I’d rubbed myself to orgasm. I closed my bedroom door, set out an old t-shirt on my bed
Back shortly after I finished college and was looking for a real job I worked at a 3rd party cellphone retailer in sales. We had a small store front in a standalone building in a college town. There were about 8-10 people employed at that store at any given time, mostly part timers I had worked there for about a year and after finishing school I was trying to get full time hours. There were only 2 full time employees aside from our manager and they had both worked there for years. They had their shifts set in stone. So I was picking up everyone else's shifts and working just about every single weekend to get by One day it was just me and my manager in the store. It was a weekday morning and she usually just hid in her office while I watched the store front. We were absolutely dead and she must have been bored because she left her door open and was talking to me. She had never flirted hard with me but she would make comments sometimes that were suggestive but she could play them off a
Her dark brown eyes glistened with moisture as she choked on my cock, but she still didn't break eye contact. As the tip pushed against the back of her throat, she sat up and adjusted to let it slide further down. She began flexing and contracting her throat to massage my cock as it slipped as far down as it could go. She let my balls roll gently through her dexterous fingers while the other hand rested on my body. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I gripped her hand. She pulled back up to catch her breathe, then went back to rhythmically bobbing up and down, twisting her mouth and flicking her tongue all over my shaft. It was wet, loud, and sloppy. "Oh fuck, I think I'm gonna..." I started. "I..." I could barely speak. She took one last deep breathe then pushed my cock down her throat once again. The combination of throat contractions and tongue stroking had me cumming in seconds. Each shot deposited directly into her stomach. My body tightened and lifted with each pump l
Why is it that when you're thirty-two, running a department, with your own apartment, car, and complete independence, everyone thinks you're deeply unhappy? Marina threw her phone down on the couch in irritation. Another "kind" friend had sent her a link to a dating site with the caption, "Well, at least try it, okay?" Try it. As if they were talking about a new kind of tea, not a real person. She walked to the window, hugging herself. Outside, November drizzled, gray and hopeless, making her feel even more miserable. Her friends had long since married, had children, and were now trying with enviable persistence to arrange her personal life. "Marisha, you're not made of iron," they'd say, sighing meaningfully. Iron. Maybe she was. In three years of running the department, she'd learned not to show emotion, not to trust first impressions, and not to mix work with personal matters. Especially the latter. At work, everything was stable and pr
This past weekend an old buddy of mine (M28) from high school got married. I went solo and without any intention of hooking up with anyone, but after a few shots of tequila at the reception the dance floor opened up and I couldn’t take my eyes off of his older sister (F35). She was one of the bridesmaids and was wearing a blue dress that hugged her curvy waist. It was a Hispanic wedding so some cumbia started playing and she was alone so I asked her if she wanted to dance. Soon my hands were on her hips and her arms around my shoulders and we were getting very close very fast. We chatted while we danced. I’d seen her before at our soccer games in high school but never talked to her. She told me she remembered me and thought I was cute even back then. Then the song changed and some rap song started playing and without missing a beat I grabbed her hand and spun her around she started backing it up against me pressing her thick ass against my crotch grinding away at it. I wrapped my
My girlfriend was raised in a very conservative Asian household. We met at work and after a long, tension-filled buildup, we finally got together. For her, it was like allowing the flood gates to finally open; she entered her sexual renaissance. And I was the nurturing beneficiary. After we’d gotten together, I had a work function in the city one night. It was one of those events where you talk to executives and clients; but you don’t really don’t want to be there. It was a formal and professional occasion so I was obligated, but it was outside of her working requirements. A few hours in, I’d had a few drinks and my tolerance for corporate small talk was waning. I’d sent her a photo of my suit and she’d responded instantly with a selfie of her tucked up in bed in tight summer pyjamas that hugged her slim, curvy body. Her long black framed her face, pouty lips accentuating her regret at being separated for the night. I made up my mind. “Come.” I texted her. “Put on a tight black dre
This one happened a while back I was meeting a female friend of mine at a bar. She was there with 2 friends she had from work. They were a gay couple, both women in their early - mid twenties (nearly 10 years younger than me at the time) I'm going to just refer to them as Mary and Beth for this story (not their real names at all lol). Beth was definitely more girly and dressed like any other girl at the bar, 5'2" petite and a passingly pretty face. Mary dressed more tomboyish, she wore a lot of basketball jerseys and baggy tshirts. Usually wore baggy jeans or sweatpants with skater shoes. She had short curly hair she kept tucked under a hat. She and I actually hit it off immediately. We were playing pool together and talking about video games we were both into. She was a lot of fun to hang out with I became friends with both of them and we exchanged numbers/socials and I started hanging out with them alone occasionally (mostly Mary) and we would game a lot and even started working
My father married when I was already nineteen. I was a sophomore then, living in the dorm, and coming home on weekends—just to do laundry, get a decent meal, and so on. My mother had left us even earlier, three years earlier, and my father was alone for a long time. I got used to the quiet house, the smell of old books and his tobacco, the same mug always standing in the kitchen, and dumplings and beer in the fridge. And then he called and said he was married. He just presented me with a fait accompli. I didn't even know how to react right away. I just asked, "Who?" He replied, "Come over and meet me." Her name was Irina. She was thirty-two. I remembered the number because it somehow immediately stuck out to me—thirty-two, and my father was forty-eight. I thought then: well, it happens. Anything can happen. Maybe she needs an apartment, maybe something else. Anyway, I didn't really worry about it. I had enough of my own problems—sessions, a part-time job, I h