Lora came home from college, dumped her backpack in the hallway, wolfed down the pasta I’d made, and within minutes disappeared upstairs to her room. I knew exactly what was coming: she wouldn’t even open a textbook. In a couple of minutes she’d be propping her phone on a tripod, turning on the camera, and stripping for Matt. I’d had enough. The next morning over breakfast I said calmly: “Lora, I don’t see you studying at all. Tomorrow I’m going to your college to talk to your professors.” She nearly choked on her coffee. “Mom, please no. I’ll study. I swear. Just don’t go.” “Prove it.” “I won’t close my bedroom door anymore. At all. You can walk in whenever you want.” She looked me straight in the eyes the way she only does when she’s telling the truth. I nodded. Deal. Now I just had to deal with Matt. The following day after I dropped Lora off at campus, I spent a long time in the shower, then carefully shaved everything between my legs. The skin felt impossibly smooth, sof
Backstory, my gf (now ex) Katie and I go on a trip to Vegas with her best friend Michelle and her boyfriend. We are all broke college kids at the time and decided to share a room to save money. Both Katie and Michelle are very attractive, petite with very athletic bodies. They have been friends for years, way before Katie and I started dating. So we had been in Vegas a couple days, nothing out of the ordinary had happened just the usual gambling, drinking and spending time at the pool. It was the third night where things got more fun, we had been out all day and had gotten in bed ready to pass out, then right before I pass out, I hear soft moaning coming from the other bed. Katie and I look at each other and laugh, it gets louder and now we can definitely tell they are fucking. I’m definitely getting turned on at this point, wasn’t sure if Katie was feeling the same until I feel her hand slide into my shorts and grab my hard cock. She kisses me as she continues to stroke me, the moan
During his absence, Michael asked me, among other things, to tidy up the pool in the backyard, as I'm an expert in that area. This time, Amanda greeted me politely, mindful of the spanking. By midday, I'd tidied up the pool and the surrounding area, then returned to the house, thinking of ways to further amuse myself with the girl. Amanda was in the living room watching television. I noticed two voices coming from behind the door; her sister, Mary, apparently, was not alone. "Amanda," I began, "your brother asked me to fix the pool in your backyard, and I did it. I don't know if you can use it..." Amanda gasped in excitement, then clapped her hands and exclaimed: - Hooray!! Thank you so much! I can swim now! With these words she ran to the door, opened it slightly and called: - Come in, let's go swimming! “Amanda, who did you call?” I asked. - Mary, she has her friend now... "Amanda, when I was cleaning the pool, there were a lot of piles of feces
So I (19F) need to admit something kinda embarrassing. I was totally that girl who always said “lol if it’s not big what’s even the point.” Like I genuinely thought size was the most important thing. I even joked about it with my friends. Yeah… after this weekend I officially shut up about that. There’s this guy I’ve been hanging out with from campus. He’s not flashy or cocky, just funny and ridiculously sweet. We’d studied together a few times, grabbed coffee, and honestly I wasn’t even sure if I liked him like *that*. But the more time I spent with him, the more I caught myself staring at his mouth when he laughed or imagining what his hands would feel like on me. Anyway, Saturday night he came over to “watch a movie” (lol yeah right). At first it was just us on the couch, talking and laughing, but the tension was so obvious. Every time our knees touched my stomach would flip. He’d lean close when he made a joke and I could smell his cologne and feel his breath on my skin. By the t
That day, for the first time, she suggested that I have anal sex. I always dreamed about this and invited all my partners to do this, but they refused. Each for different reasons. Only one girl I dated when I was still at university agreed to such an experiment. With my then girlfriend, due to the students’ lack of money, we had sex without a condom, but for anal she insisted on wearing a rubber band. Okay, I got ready and bought not only condoms, but also lubricant so that it wouldn’t hurt her. The interesting thing is that she herself did not mention lubricants, either she was sure that everything would go smoothly, like in the movies, or she simply did not know that lubricants existed. However, everything was ready and after foreplay and a little vaginal sex, I reminded her of her promise. She put the condom on the penis with her mouth, I lubricated her anus and pressed. The penis was tight, the beauty used this hole for pleasure for the first time, so I had to make some efforts t
Me and my bf were having sweet, kissy, missionary sex and I could feel him getting close. I kindly reminded him to pull out (I was on the Pill but didn't want to risk it) and his response was, 'What, afraid I'm going to knock you up?' I was caught off guard, and responded with, 'Sir please don't!' and the vibe did a sexy-as-hell 180. We seamlessly shifted into a, 'Don't get me pregnant/no, I'm getting you pregnant whether you like it or not' role play. He pulled out anyway, but the story made me cum almost immediately. I still masturbate thinking about it.
Viktor Petrovich returned home a little faster than usual; he was released from work due to the lack of electricity at the plant. He worked as a machine operator at a sewing factory, a boring, daily job, without any career prospects. And in his personal life there is no beauty, a gray little wife, snotty offspring, even on vacation and he is busy digging potatoes instead of resorts. But this year, my job didn’t allow me to take leave, so I had to work hard, and sent my wife to the village to live with her parents. After changing clothes and taking a shower, Viktor Petrovich went to the kitchen to prepare himself something to eat, when suddenly the doorbell rang. Surprised, Viktor Petrovich opened the door, looking with interest at who might come to him, because he doesn’t even really have friends, much less girlfriends. In front of the door stood a neighbor from the third floor, not a young, but very attractive woman, with a rather beautiful figure, for her age, and her appearance ca
My name is Lyosha. I am 22 years old. I live in Moscow. I first tried erotic massage when I was 19 years old. Since then, I have visited different salons, as well as private masseuses. But one girl stood out to me in particular. One day I was driving home from work on the subway. And suddenly the idea came to my mind to go for an erotic massage; I wanted some release. I entered the corresponding request on the Internet and was given one wonderful salon, not far from the metro. I was right on my way. I went to their website, looked at the prices and I was happy with everything. I called them and agreed that I would come over soon. Had arrived. The administrator showed me to the room and asked me to wait. Soon she brought me several girls to choose from. The age ranged from approximately 20 to 27 years. Everyone is very nice. For some reason I liked one brunette the most. She was quite tall, with a good figure, and a cute tattoo on her tummy. And I chose her. Her name was Katya. When
I have long wanted to drag him into bed and today I had such an opportunity. He, as usual, did not notice me and looked away casually. My legs have been sore all day, I want it and I'll get it. I made up my mind and walked over to him. - Hi, how are you? - Fine. - What are you doing? - Yes, nothing special, but what? - Do you want to ride in my new car? - Is it true? Of course I do, but when? - Right now! We sat in a fresh interior, that's what you can call this feeling of a new car. We rode around the city for about an hour, it was very hot and thirsty. When the water ran out, we decided to swim somewhere. I turned into a back alley, another twenty minutes we drove through the city and were silent. I turned off the city road, and we are already on a free track. The most ordinary thought came to my mind, to try what my new off-road baby is good for. It was amazing, 190-200 km/h. He also enjoyed it, it was evident in the real smiling face. I think that it was after suc
There were not as many people on the bus as I thought at first. I made my way to the very back seat and decided to take a nap: the path was not close. As soon as I closed my eyes and prepared to taste the sweetest sleep, as through the adjacent eyelids I saw a woman's silhouette approaching the back seats. It turned out to be a young girl (18-19 years old), distinguished by unusual beauty. Her light summer dress could not hide the lovely shapes of her hips and breasts. Shoulder-length dark brown hair was gathered into a neat ponytail with a colorful elastic band, slender long legs were shod in summer sandals, which consisted of thin leather straps. She walked over to the seats and, as if nothing had happened, landed next to me, probably thinking that I was still asleep. The bus left. There were four hours of travel in inactivity. Sleep was the only occupation. And it is not surprising that after a few minutes my neighbor was sleeping peacefully, leaning back in her seat. I had no sle
Recently I saw my Dad for the first time in a few years. I’ve always had Daddy issues, as my dad wasn’t around much while I was growing up. I’m now 21, and have been experimenting sexually for the past few years since the last time I saw him. He came back into my life as his new job is close to where I live, and after seeing him for the first time in a few years I can’t stop thinking about being fucked by him. This week he came over for dinner and spent some time with my mom and I at our house, and while he was here I literally couldn’t stop staring at his cock. All I was doing was imagining sneaking him into my room and letting him have his way with me. After an hour or so I couldn’t help myself any longer, and I snuck away to my room and roleplayed letting my daddy have his way with me. I fucked and fisted my little pussy, then got my cock dildo and gave myself multiple orgasms while screaming “DADDY!”. It was one of the best orgasms of my life.
The first time I did it by accident, but now I look forward to the holidays or drinking parties. The most important thing is that my mom was there, as she is a big fan of such gatherings. My daddy usually immediately turns off after a couple of glasses and retires to sleep, and in the courtyard of our house or in a large room, the feast usually continues and, of course, my beloved mother is the ringleader. Well, then later... This spring I turned 18, so they began to allow me to the table, although they didn’t offer me a drink or pour it, but the very atmosphere of these adult parties acted excitingly. And then one day, in early May, they saw off the guests, dad had been sleeping in the bedroom for a long time, mom gave me a bunch of instructions and a request to wash the dishes. She herself lay down in a large room on the sofa, like watching TV. I washed the dishes quickly, went into the hall, and I look, and my mother is lying on her right side and snoring quietly, like in a comple
My boyfriend and I had been talking for a while about me putting a finger in his ass during head and last night he finally let me do it and he came so hard I think he temporarily left this plane of existence so I need to talk about it because I've been replaying it in my head all day. I love giving head. Like I don't just tolerate it, I genuinely crave having his cock in my mouth (wait not genuinely, I just really crave it, whatever the word is lol). Last night he was on his back and I was between his legs and I had a good rhythm going, my left hand on his balls massaging them, my right hand stroking his shaft in time with my mouth, spit dripping everywhere because I'm messy about it and that's how we both like it. I was sucking him deep, taking him until my nose pressed against his stomach and then pulling back slow with my tongue dragging on the underside of his cock and he was groaning and telling me how good it felt and every time he said something like that I went harder because
The whole gang left around two o'clock. Andrey went home—"early tomorrow, bro, you'll figure it out yourself." Katya stayed behind. She said it was scary to catch a taxi looking like this, that the sofa was fine, that "I'll just lie down for half an hour." I was sitting in the kitchen, finishing my beer and staring into the dark crevice of the living room. She was lying sideways on the couch, facing the back. Her dress had ridden up almost to her thigh. One leg was bent, the other slightly extended. Between them were black panties, a thin strip of fabric that concealed nothing if you looked long enough. I watched long enough. Katya is Andrey's girlfriend. Not just an acquaintance. The one he kissed in the kitchen an hour ago, the one whose waist he held while she laughed. And now she's here, drunk, warm, sleeping on my couch, my hard-on already pressing against my crotch. I didn't realize it right away. She'd truly passed out. Then I saw h
My best friend Val needed me to come on this overnight lake house trip with our college friend group because her parents only let her go out when I'm there (I'm the alibi, the responsible one, the eternal third wheel lmaoo). The real reason she wanted to go was to spend the night with her boyfriend Cole. I said fine because I love her and also free vacation So there's about 12 of us at this lake house, drinking, playing cards, eating pizza, and around 10pm someone pulls out a hat and we start doing written dares where you write a dare and how many people have to do it and toss it in Early dares were chill, sexy dance, call your ex, standard stuff. Then someone pulled out a dare that said "skinny dip for 3 minutes" and the bottle landed on Cole and the girl whose lake house it was The girl was shy about it but Cole stripped down like it was nothing and when I say I got a FULL view of Val's boyfriend I mean FULL, he was standing there under the patio lights completely naked and I was
I have been happily married for 20 years, and if you had asked me a few months ago, I had never even thought of cheating on my wife. It's crazy how I got here and now there is no turning back for me, although I am not sure how this can continue either. Last month we went on a family vacation with my wife, my 18 year old daughter, Emily, and her girlfriend, Charlie. We have done this almost every year for the past 5-6 years and my daughter usually always had a friend tag along with her, although this was the first time she brought her girlfriend. They had known each other since they were kids but only started dating recently. We had booked a villa with a pool, and this was supposed to be a week long relaxing holiday. The very first evening the girls went out for shopping while I decided to stay back. I was lying on the sunbed by the pool, reading my book, when I saw the living room door slide open. I hadn't realised that Charlie had also stayed back. She was in a red bikini, skin smo
We were from a conservative background in a conservative country in East. Being virgins in our early twenties was completely normal. No one rushed these things. Still, the three of us had been close since college. Me, the girl who would become my wife, and her sister who was one year younger than me. We were inseparable. My SIL was the only one who actually loved horror movies. My wife and I mostly just loved being near each other. That December the schools were closed and it was freezing. Almost every night the three of us ended up on the big living-room sofa at their house, lights off, one thick blanket over our legs, some movie playing until two or three in the morning. Their parents never minded because we stayed in the open living room. Usually my wife sat in the middle. One night the movie was especially bad. She kept grabbing my arm every time something jumped. My SIL had nothing to hold onto and finally complained. So the next night they put me in the middle. The new movie
So this is a story I've told exactly nobody in real life and I figure this is the place for it. A while back some personal stuff happened and I ended up moving in with my best friend Jess and her boyfriend Ryan for a couple months to get back on my feet. For what was honestly a rough time it was one of the best situations I could have been in. Jess is one of those people who makes everything easier just by existing. We were those type of best friends. Like genuinely those ones. Doors open, making out at parties for fun, zero weirdness about bodies or any of it. She'd been jokingly telling me I was welcome to watch her and Ryan since basically day one and I'd always laugh and go to bed. One night we were all on the couch after a long week, a movie on that none of us were actually watching, drinks happening. Jess had shifted at some point so she was sitting sideways in Ryan's lap, his arms around her, and at first it was just that. Comfortable and normal. Then I noticed his hand moved
It was almost 1 a.m. and I had just wrapped up a three-hour chemistry grind when my phone buzzed. It was Brooke, my girlfriend. Her contact pic: a blurry photo of us at the beach, her blonde hair whipping into my face, mouth open wide. I answered on the third ring. “Hey. What’s up?” “Tyler.” Her voice was tight, slightly nasal, the way she got when she was pissed but trying not to show it. “Can you do me a huge favor?” I closed my laptop, pinched the bridge of my nose, and braced. “Sure, babe.” “It’s Kayla. She’s at this party on the edge of town and she’s, uh, not exactly… functioning.” There was some movement in the background and Brooke’s voice dipped to a whisper. “She’s wasted. Like, can’t-even-call-an-Uber wasted. She tried, but the app says there’s a thirty-minute wait and she’s being a huge brat. I don’t have my license yet and Mom is going to freak if Kayla comes home like this. Can you just… pick her up and maybe drive her around for a bit? Let her chill before she gets d
I hated all the pre-wedding chores. My best friend had decided to throw a big ceremony, and as best man, I was forced to wear a tuxedo. Not just buy one, but have it custom-made at some fancy tailor. A nasty autumn rain was drizzling outside, and the prospect of hanging around for an hour or two while they took my measurements was depressing. The Velvet Atelier was located in the basement of an old mansion. Inside, it was dim, cozy, and cramped with endless rolls of fabric. I gave my name to the receptionist, and a minute later she came out to meet me. Her name was Elvira. She couldn't have been more than twenty-eight, but she carried herself with that calm, slightly haughty grace that comes from women who know their worth and their craft. Her jet-black hair was pulled back into a high, sleek ponytail. A strict black pantsuit clung to her figure, emphasizing her slender waist and the sharp curves of her hips. Underneath the jacket, she wore an ivory silk blouse, and I could have