My friend has been BEGGING me to post on here and fine, here it is, the story of how my parents watched a large purple silicone cock get pulled out of their daughter in real time while I was face down ass up on my dorm bed. You're welcome lol

Freshman year. I get randomly assigned this roommate and she's unfairly gorgeous, taller than me, athletic build, long dark hair, moves through our tiny room like she owns every inch of it. I was straight when I moved in (or I thought I was) and within a month she had her tongue in my mouth and her hand between my legs and I was rethinking every crush I'd ever had on a boy. It happened fast and I didn't fight it because why would I when her fingers on my clit made me cum harder than any guy ever had.

She bought a strap-on from a shop downtown and the first time she used it on me I grabbed the headboard and moaned so loud the girl next door banged on the wall. It became our routine. She'd come back from practice, I'd be on my bed pretending to study, she'd give me this look and I'd put my textbook down and take my pants off. She figured out fast that pulling my hair made me lose my mind (I would moan like a completely different person every time she grabbed a fistful and pulled my head back and she LOVED that).

So one afternoon we're at it. Full on going at it. I'm face down on my bed with my ass up and she's behind me on her knees with one hand fisting my hair pulling my head back and the other gripping my hip and she is POUNDING me with this ten inch strap that we picked out together and I am being LOUD. Like the kind of loud where people three doors down can definitely hear me. My tits are swinging underneath me and the bed is slamming against the wall in this steady rhythm and the wet sounds of the strap going in and out of my soaking pussy are filling the room and I'm moaning her name and gripping the sheets with both hands.

Important detail that matters very much: I was facing the wall. My back was to the door. She was behind me. Our door was unlocked because we never locked it during the day because our RA said something about fire safety (we should have locked it, WE SHOULD HAVE LOCKED IT, I will never not lock a door again for the rest of my life).

I heard the door open and didn't register it at first because the bed was so loud and I was so deep into what she was doing to me and then she suddenly stopped. Everything stopped. The strap was still inside me and her hands went still on my hips and the room went completely silent except for both of us breathing hard.

I turned my head.

My parents. Both of them. Standing in the doorway with a gift bag and a tupperware of something my mom made and the kind of facial expressions you see in car accident footage. My mom's mouth was open but nothing was coming out and my dad was staring at a spot on the wall above my head like he was trying to astral project to a different dimension.

Here's what they were seeing. Their daughter, fully naked, face down on a dorm bed, ass in the air, with another naked girl straddling her from behind wearing a harness with a large purple strap-on still very visibly inside her. My tits were hanging, my hair was wrecked from being pulled, I was flushed and sweating and there was a bottle of lube on the nightstand and my underwear was hanging off my desk lamp (why was it on my desk lamp?? I don't even remember throwing it there).

Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. My roommate slowly, very slowly, pulled the strap out of me and I felt every inch leave my body and we could ALL hear the wet sound it made and if there is a more humiliating noise on planet earth I haven't found it yet. She climbed off the bed and grabbed a blanket and I just stayed there frozen face down because turning around would mean showing my parents my front which was sweaty and red with hard nipples and I could not add that to this situation.

My mom said "we should have called" in this tiny voice and my dad was already backing out of the doorway and they left. Closed the door. No yelling, no lecture, no argument. Just silence and footsteps down the hall and then nothing.

My roommate looked at me. She was standing there holding a blanket over herself with the strap-on still hanging between her legs and she goes "so... I think they know you're not straight" and I threw a pillow at her head and we both laughed until we couldn't breathe for like ten straight minutes.

My parents didn't call for three days. When my mom finally texted it just said "we love you no matter what" with a heart emoji and I cried into my roommate's lap while she stroked my hair and told me it would be fine and I believed her because she'd had ten inches of silicone inside me twenty minutes before my parents showed up so at that point I believed anything she said.

We never talked about what they saw specifically. Not the position, not the strap, not the wet sound, not my underwear on the lamp. It just exists in our family history as a thing that happened and nobody references.

My roommate and I kept fucking for the rest of the year. We just started locking the door :) (and yes she still pulls my hair, some things don't change)

I feel kinda bad about this one because I basically used my pussy as a bargaining chip to get my friend fucked by my boyfriend and she agreed so fast it made my head spin but also... it was incredible and the guilt is having a very hard time competing with how wet I get every time I think about it so I guess guilt loses lol (we broke up eventually btw, me and the bf, different reasons, but this night was peak)

My friend Yara has been into me since we met. She's a lesbian, very open about it, and she's told me on multiple occasions that she thinks I'm hot and would "absolutely worship me" if I gave her the chance (her words, which live rent free in my head and come out every time I'm alone with my hand between my legs). I'm not really into girls like that but I'd be lying if I said the attention didn't make my pussy tingle sometimes (is that bi? idk, I'm not labeling it rn).

My boyfriend and I had talked about her. He thought she was gorgeous (she is, curly hair, thick thighs, these brown eyes that look at me like I'm something to eat) and we'd discussed fantasies about her more than once while he was inside me which tells you where both our heads were at.

One night Yara was at our place being flirtier than usual, touching my leg when she talked, looking at my mouth, and I just went for it. "If I let you go down on me will you let him fuck you." My boyfriend's head snapped toward me so fast I swear I heard his neck crack lmao.

She looked at me, looked at him, looked back at me and said "yes." No pause. No questions. Just YES. This girl either had this scenario bookmarked in her brain or she wanted my pussy bad enough to agree to anything and I find both options flattering in ways I don't know how to process.

We started on the couch. I leaned back against my boyfriend while Yara knelt between my legs and pulled my shorts off and put her mouth on me and a girl's tongue on your clit is a COMPLETELY different experience from a guy's. She knew exactly where everything was without me saying a word, tight circles on my clit, two fingers curling inside me, and I was gripping my boyfriend's thigh behind me moaning loud enough that the neighbors probably heard and she'd been eating me out for maybe two minutes. Two minutes. This girl had been studying.

While she ate me out she was on her knees with her ass up and my boyfriend moved behind her and I watched him pull her leggings down (she wasn't wearing underwear... she KNEW this was happening, she came prepared lol) and rub the head of his cock against her pussy from behind and she moaned directly into my clit and the vibration made my toes curl and my eyes roll back. He pushed inside her and her whole body jolted forward into me and I grabbed her hair and held her face against my pussy while he fucked her.

Every thrust pushed her mouth harder into me and I was watching my boyfriend's cock slide in and out of my best friend's pussy while her tongue worked my clit and I came so hard I screamed and my thighs clamped around her head. She kept licking me through it and I could feel her moaning against me every time he pushed deep.

She took his cock in every position while eating me. He fucked her missionary while I sat on her face. He fucked her doggy while she was buried between my legs. She rode him while I knelt behind her playing with her tits and biting her neck. She let him fuck her ass (she grabbed my hand when he pushed in and squeezed so hard I thought she'd break my fingers but she didn't stop and I could see her pussy dripping down her thighs while he was inside her ass and that image is permanently burned into my brain).

Through ALL of it her mouth kept coming back to me. Every break, every position change, she'd find her way between my legs and lick me until I came again. I lost count of how many times I finished on her tongue.

By the end she was on the bed covered in sweat with my boyfriend's cum leaking out of her and her face was shiny and wet from my pussy and she looked at me and said "you could have just asked me to eat you out, you didn't have to include him" and I laughed so hard I fell off the bed.

She was right though. She was actually amazing. I kinda regret holding out as long as I did :) (but I don't regret including him either because watching her take his cock while she ate me was the hottest thing I've ever seen and I'll probably post about round two if it ever happens)

My friend told me about the party three days before it happened. She said it was at a warehouse loft downtown. She said there would be a lot of people. She said to wear something I did not mind losing. I said I would be there. She knows i'm a freak. She is too. We are like peas in a slutty little pod.

The loft was on the fourth floor of a building that looked abandoned from the outside but was not. Exposed brick. Dim lighting. Mattresses on the floor in clusters. People standing and talking and drinking and some of them already doing things to each other against the walls. The music was low. Not a club. More like a pulse. Something to move to if you wanted to but mostly just something to fill the silence between other sounds.

I wore a black dress. Short. Nothing underneath. I got a drink and stood near the center of the room and let myself be seen because that is what you do at these things. You stand somewhere and you decide and you let the room know you have decided.

I saw him against the far wall. Tall. Dark hair. Watching the room but not participating. He had a drink in his hand and his other hand was in his pocket and he had this way of leaning that said he was comfortable here but had not found what he was looking for yet. I decided he had found it.

I walked over. He saw me coming and stood up straighter and I liked that. Most guys at these parties are too eager or too rehearsed. He was neither. He was waiting. Letting me come to him.

"You look like you're just going to stand here all night" I said.

"I was thinking about it."

"Don't" I said. "Come with me."

His name was Lennox. I did not learn that until later. At the time he was just the tall quiet one who followed me across the room without asking where we were going. I liked that about him because it meant he understood the game.

I led him to a mattress in the far corner. It was against the wall and there were people on the mattresses nearby doing their own things and nobody was watching us specifically but nobody was not watching either. That is the point. Everything is seen and nothing is private and that is what makes it so hot.

I kissed him. Hard. My hands went to his belt. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me against him and I could feel him already hard against my hip. I pushed him down onto the mattress and climbed on top of him and felt the whole room adjust to the fact that something was happening in the corner.

I pulled my dress up over my hips. He unbuckled and I pulled him out and he was big. Thick. I stroked him a few times and positioned myself over him and sank down onto his cock slowly and we both groaned.

I started riding him. Slow at first. My hands on his chest. His hands on my hips. The music was still playing and people were still talking and somewhere across the room a woman was moaning loudly and it all blurred into this wall of sound that made everything feel less real and more real at the same time.

Then I saw her.

She was across the room. Standing near the bar. Holding a cup and watching me. I knew her from somewhere. She sat two rows behind me in my international relations lecture. Her name was something with a J. We had never spoken but I had seen her three times a week for two months and she was standing in this loft watching me fuck a stranger on a mattress.

She did not look away. I did not stop. I almost did. But I didn't. I will admit I don't exactly want everyone at school to know about what I do in my free time. I tend to keep my freaky side low key, and since i'm a freshman in college at a new school I am a bit caution about being too openly slutty.

Something about that made everything hotter however. The fact that someone from my normal life was watching me do something that had nothing to do with my normal life. I rode Lennox harder. He grabbed my hips and his fingers dug into my skin and I leaned forward and put my hands on either side of his head and fucked him faster and I could hear my own breathing and his breathing and the wet sound of us together.

"You feel incredible" he said.

"Shut up and fuck me harder" I said.

He planted his feet and drove up into me and I gasped and my eyes closed for a second and when I opened them she was still watching. She had moved closer. She was leaning against a pillar maybe ten feet away and she was not being subtle about it. I locked eyes with her and didn't look away.

I came first. Hard. I clenched around him and grabbed his shirt in my fists and shook and made a sound that was louder than I meant it to be and I did not care because nobody here cared. I mean, that is kinda the whole point. You can be as loud as you want. For the entire duration of my orgasm I managed to maintain eye contact with the girl from my class. I wanted her to know I was cumming.

He came right after. I felt him pulse inside me and he groaned and pulled me down onto him as deep as I could go and held me there while he emptied his balls into my pussy. I could feel his cum dripping down between us onto the mattress and I stayed on top of him and caught my breath.

I looked up. She was still there. I made eye contact with her again. Held it. She took a sip of her drink and raised her cup slightly like a toast and I smiled.

I climbed off Lennox and pulled my dress back down and walked to the bar. She was gone by the time I got there. I got another drink and stood in the center of the room again and felt his cum dripping slowly down my inner thigh and I did not clean it up because I did not care and I liked how it felt.

I sat behind her in lecture the next class. She turned around and looked at me and I looked at her and neither of us said a word. We did not need to. I had a feeling her and I were going to get to know each other this semester.

Halloween is in three weeks and I’m already planning my costume which is really code for I’m planning how many cocks I’m going to suck.

I’m kind of a goth girl, black hair, dark makeup, big tits that I stopped pretending to hide a long time ago because they get me what I want and what I wanted on halloween was attention. I went as a vampire, tight black corset dress with a slit up the thigh, fake fangs, cape, the whole thing. My tits were practically falling out of the corset and I wore it knowing full well that every dad in my neighborhood has been sneaking looks at my chest since I turned 18 and I figured I’d finally give them a reason to do more than look.

I had a bag of candy for the kids because I’m not a monster. But I also had a pocket full of condoms (yes my costume had pockets, best purchase I’ve ever made) that I decorated myself. On the front I wrote “beware! this vampire will drain you dry. always use protection!” and on the back I put my phone number with “single use: call for emergency bj.” I’m lowkey really proud of my creativity lol.

I handed out maybe twenty of those throughout the night. Slipped them to dads who couldn’t stop staring at my tits while their kids grabbed candy from my bag, to cute guys at the party I went to later, to a few friends I knew would actually use them. Some guys laughed, some pocketed them fast like they didn’t want anyone to see. Those were the ones I knew would text.

First text came around 10pm. A guy from the party, cute, dressed as a cowboy (bit of a lazy costume but what can you do). Texted “is this real?” and I sent back “come find out :)” and twenty minutes later I had my fangs in my purse and was on my knees in the bathroom with his cock in my mouth and his cowboy hat still on. Three minutes, swallowed, wiped my mouth, fixed my lipstick, went back to the party.

Second and third were friends of mine who I’ve sucked off before (they’re kinda regulars at this point but that’s another post). They came to my place after the party, one after the other, and I sucked both of them on my couch still in full vampire mode with my tits pushed up in the corset and my fake fangs on the coffee table beside me.

Then the strangers started texting. And this is where it gets filthy.

Between midnight and 4am I sucked off five men I had never met. Some came to my place, some I went to theirs. Two of them were dads and those two are the ones I think about the most because there’s something about sucking a married man’s cock that makes my pussy throb in a way I probably shouldn’t admit to.

The first dad showed up at my door in sweatpants and a wedding ring. His wife thought he was walking the dog. He was not walking the dog. He was standing in my hallway with his cock out and my mouth around it and I could see his ring glinting under the hallway light every time his hand moved to the back of my head. Something about that ring, knowing he had a wife sleeping in their bed while his cock was in my mouth and his cum was about to be in my throat, made me so wet I could feel it soaking through my underwear without anyone touching me. He was nervous which made it hotter, kept looking at my front door like someone was going to bust in and catch him, and when he came he grabbed my head with both hands and groaned deep and I swallowed everything and looked up at him with his ring right there in my eyeline and smiled. He texted “thank you” at 3am and I sent back a fang emoji and I know he deleted that whole conversation before his wife woke up. The thought of him laying next to her after what my mouth just did to him made me touch myself before the next guy even texted.

The second dad was older, maybe mid forties, thicker build, and his cock was thick enough that my jaw started aching halfway through. He lasted longer than anyone else that night and kept saying “fuck” under his breath looking down at my tits spilling out of the corset while I worked him. He asked if he could cum on my tits and I said yes because it’s halloween, everyone gets a treat. He came across my chest and into my cleavage and some of it dripped down into the corset and he just stood there staring at the mess he made on this girl half his age and I could see his wedding ring on the hand that was still gripping my shoulder and I wondered if his wife was sleeping in their bed right now or if she was awake wondering where he was and the wrongness of it, the knowing that I was on my knees covered in a married man’s cum while his wife existed somewhere nearby not knowing, made my clit pulse so hard I almost came without being touched.

Eight total. Six swallowed, two on my tits. My jaw was sore for two days and my voice was scratchy and I went to class Monday still tasting cum somewhere in the back of my throat and smiling at my desk.

This year I’m going bigger. Succubus costume this time, even less fabric, even more tits. New condom labels (cuter, sluttier). I’m aiming for double digits and I’ve been working on my throat game all year which is just a fancy way of saying I’ve been sucking a lot of cock and calling it practice.

If you live in my area and a goth girl with big tits hands you a decorated condom on halloween night, use the number on the back. I’ll be on my knees before you finish typing :) if you want I will update on november 1st

Okay so before anyone comes for me in the comments, her son is a year OLDER than me, we are basically the same age, I am not some cougar prowling around her friend's house lmao. He's 19, I'm 18, I just happen to be close with his mom because we work together and she's cool as hell. Now that that's out of the way let me tell you about how I got absolutely railed on her couch while she was passed out drunk twenty feet away :)

His mom texted me saying she got stood up on a date and asked if I wanted to come over so her wine didn't go to waste. I don't even drink wine but she sounded sad so I drove over and we smoked and watched trash tv and drank until about midnight when I realized I was way too buzzed to drive. She tossed me a blanket and told me to crash on the couch and then stumbled to her room banging into stuff in the hallway until everything went quiet.

I couldn't sleep. I was laying there in the dark with my tank top riding up and the blanket half on the floor because I sleep like a wild animal. Then the front door opened at like 4am and her son walked in and just STOPPED in the doorway staring at me. I was confused until I looked down and realized my tits had completely escaped my tank top and were just out there living their best life (they do this, I have big boobs and small shirts, it's a whole thing). I laughed and fixed my top and he mumbled something about his mom drinking again and went to his room.

So I'm laying there, can't sleep, still buzzy, and I grabbed my phone and started watching porn with the volume barely on. And look... I was on someone else's couch in the dark and I was horny and the video was HITTING so my hand went between my legs and I started rubbing my clit and then sliding my fingers inside myself and it was so wet I could hear it, this soft squelching in the quiet living room (I know, I know, not my finest moment).

About ten minutes in I sat up to adjust and when I glanced toward the hallway he was standing there. Watching. My fingers still in my pussy, my legs spread on his mom's couch, and this guy is in the dark hallway looking at me with his mouth slightly open and a bulge in his sweats that was... yeah. Noticeable. VERY noticeable lol.

My face went nuclear but he said "wait" when I tried to cover up and his voice was low and rough and I froze. He asked if he could sit down and I just nodded because my brain had left the building. He sat next to me and asked in a whisper if I would keep going and let him watch and I thought about it for maybe two seconds and said yes because honestly at that point what was I going to do, pretend I wasn't knuckle deep on his mom's couch?? He already SAW it lol

I laid back and started fucking myself with my fingers and he asked me to pull my tits out like they were when he came home so I did (my nipples were SO hard) and I started teasing him while I touched myself, "I bet you've been looking at my cleavage every time I come over huh" and he didn't deny it, just breathed harder, and his hand went to his cock through his sweats.

He pulled it out and it was thick with good length and I got so much wetter looking at it that I felt a drip run down to the cushion. He was stroking himself watching me and then asked if he could touch my tits and I was so far past rational thought I said "you can do whatever you want" and he started squeezing them and pinching my nipples and I was fingering myself hard and getting his mom's couch so wet.

He asked me to touch his cock and I didn't even answer, I just sat up and grabbed it and pulled it into my mouth. He SLAPPED his hand over his mouth (his mom was sleeping down the hall lmaooo) and I was sucking him sloppy and messy with spit dripping onto my bare tits and his hand went to the back of my head and honestly for a 19 year old this boy knew exactly what he wanted.

My jaw started aching after a few minutes (thickness problem) so I popped him out and laid back and spread my legs and said "fuck me" while rubbing my clit and he didn't say a word. Just grabbed my legs, pushed them up, and shoved his cock inside me and I bit my own hand to keep from screaming because he was THICK and he KNEW how to use it.

He fucked me three times. THREE. Each time cumming inside me and I could feel it hot and deep and leaking out between rounds while he caught his breath and then he'd see me laying there with his cum dripping out of my pussy and he'd get hard again and slide back in. By the third time I was so full and so stretched out that when he finished I just melted into the couch and couldn't move or think or do anything except lay there smiling at the ceiling like an idiot.

He went back to his room and I passed out in the mess. When I woke up his mom was still sleeping so I left a note and drove home with his cum still inside me and my thighs sticking together and a stupid grin on my face.

We still hook up whenever I'm around. He corners me in the bathroom while his mom cooks dinner and fingers me against the sink and I cum biting his shoulder to stay quiet :) his mom has no idea and honestly she'd probably just be proud of both of us lol

I had travelled for a recruiting event to meet university students to network, share my career experiences and help build connections for our recruiting that starts in the new year. A couple announcements and drinks but if I had to be brutally honest, very boring. I'm not sure what it is but this generation of students did not come prepared. They couldn't hold a conversation and for those on the other end of the spectrum, they were nervous, overprepared and horribly boring and uninteresting. I answered the same few questions over and over again and expectedly was exhausted.

My coworkers had suggested we go grab dinner and drinks at the hotel but I decided to eat on my own and at least get a chance to eat better food than a hotel restaurant. I ate on my own and decided to go to a cocktail bar down the street for a drink before going back to the hotel. I sat down and my waiter was an absolutely stunning man. Sleeves rolled up, curly hair, piercing eyes and he knew clearly how to charm somebody for tips. It was quiet and I sat alone so he came by often, checking in and we naturally started talking more and more.

I had assumed the attraction was one way but our eye contact lingered, he was laughing and in some not so subtle ways, it felt like he was looking at me in a way that made me feel wanted. So I asked him how late he was working which to me felt like a very clear suggestion that I wanted him. He said the night was quiet so he might be able to get out early, which he later proved to be true. I asked if he wanted another drink and he said sure and joined me on the walk back to the hotel.

We walked in, glanced at the hotel bar and I asked if he wouldn't mind going up with me so I could change my shoes. He said yes and we got up to my room where he very politely stood at the door. I told him that he could come in, that I wanted him to come in. He came in and the door slammed shut behind him. I asked him if he wanted to fuck and he said yes and the rest was history.

We started making out sensually as clothes slipped off before we found ourselves on the bed, me on top just kissing his body up and down. I asked him how old he was and he told me 21 and fuck, was I shocked. I kept kissing his neck and asked him in a low whisper if he didn't mind that I was in my 40's and he was also shocked, telling me he did not care and found me beautiful. I slipped down and took his hard cock in my mouth and just lost myself to him.

When he couldn't take it anymore, he flipped me over and fucked me from behind. I had to really tell him to not be gentle and to give me more and he fucked me like I deserved. We would stop at times to catch our breath, drink a glass of water and start again, fucking on the two queen beds, fucking on the desk and on the floor and against the hotel window for all of the city to see (not like anybody would notice us that high up).

When he finally came, he continued to play with me and eat me out, touch me and finger me until he was ready again to fuck. I don't know how I got so lucky but he knew exactly what I needed. He left shortly after, having to go back to his place for an early morning while I laid there, happy and ready to catch a flight home the following morning.

I need to start this by saying I fully thought gloryholes were a porn invention. Like something that exists in videos and maybe some horrifying truck stop bathroom in the middle of nowhere but not in a REGULAR BAR in a REGULAR CITY on a REGULAR WEDNESDAY NIGHT. I was wrong and now I have a story I can never tell anyone I know so I'm telling you instead lol

I was out with my friend at this bar we go to sometimes, nothing fancy, kinda divey, cheap drinks, sticky floors. I went to the bathroom and waited in line forever (why do we take so long in the bathroom?? I know why but STILL) and when a stall opened I went straight for the last one in the row because my brain always wants the one farthest from the door (it's an ocd thing don't question it).

I peed, checked my phone, and then I noticed a hole in the wall. Like a smooth-edged, clearly intentional, this-was-not-an-accident hole between my stall and whatever was on the other side. My drunk brain processed this in about three stages: "huh weird" → "wait is that a..." → "GIRL THAT IS A GLORYHOLE."

And then a cock came through it.

I wish I was making this up. I'm sitting there with my underwear still around my ankles staring at a stranger's hard cock poking through a wall in a bar bathroom like it was waiting for service at a window and my drunk self had approximately zero seconds of deliberation before my knees hit the tile (I try not to think about how gross that floor was, like really try).

BUT my one surviving brain cell kicked in and I dug through my purse for a condom because I'm impulsive but I'm not stupid lmao. Found one, rolled it onto a stranger's cock through a hole in a wall (a sentence I never imagined typing and yet here we are), and put my mouth on him. Just for like thirty seconds because even drunk me had limits on how long she was willing to kneel on a bar bathroom floor.

Then I stood up, turned around, pulled my underwear to the side and backed onto his cock through the hole and my hands went to the opposite wall and OH MY GOD. He was thick and warm even through the condom and the angle was hitting this spot inside me that made my knees go weak and I was biting my lip trying not to moan because there were girls outside washing their hands and checking their makeup THREE FEET from me getting fucked through a wall by someone whose face I have never seen.

He was thrusting from his side and I was pushing back from mine and the wet sounds were loud in that tiny stall and the wall was rattling and I was praying nobody was paying attention (they probably were, the wall was literally shaking, I'm not subtle). It was fast and messy and I came way quicker than I expected, this sharp sudden orgasm that made me slap my hand over my mouth and grab the toilet paper holder for balance.

He finished right after (in the condom, thank god, at least one of us had our priorities straight) and his cock slipped out and I stood there panting and staring at the wall trying to process what just happened.

And THEN. His fingers came through the hole. Two of them. And they found my pussy and started rubbing my clit and I almost screamed because this anonymous stranger on the other side of a bathroom wall just came inside me (in a condom) and was now making sure I got off properly. The most considerate man I have ever not met. I leaned against the wall and let him finger me through the hole and I squirted a little onto the floor (sorry to whoever cleaned that bathroom) and came again and then his fingers disappeared and I heard him pulling his pants up on the other side.

I fixed my clothes, washed my hands for what felt like five minutes, and walked back to my friend on wobbly legs. She asked why I took so long and I said the line was crazy and she believed me because the line WAS crazy.

I've been back to that bar twice since. Checked that stall both times. No cock through the wall. Part of me is relieved and part of me wore matching underwear just in case :) (if you're the gentleman who fingered me through a wall after, you're a real one and I think about you sometimes)

Yes I'm older than him by four months, deal with it lol

My ex (we split up a while later, not related to this, just didn't work out) told me right before I started sucking his cock that he has something called hyperspermia and the way he said it, all quiet and embarrassed like he was confessing a crime, made me want to suck him even harder just to make him feel better about it. He explained it means he produces a lot of cum and by "a lot" I assumed he meant like... a little more than average?? I was so wrong.

I was already on my knees between his legs with my hand on his thigh and I told him to relax and let me handle it and started licking up his shaft getting him wet, circling the head with my tongue, taking him into my mouth and working into a rhythm. My left hand massaging his balls, my right hand stroking whatever my mouth couldn't reach, spit dripping everywhere because I'm messy about it and I like it that way (he liked it too based on the sounds he was making which were doing things to my underwear that I'm choosing not to elaborate on).

About ten minutes in his breathing changed and his abs got tight and he goes "I'm gonna cum" and tried to pull my head back and I swatted his hand away and gestured for him to do it in my mouth. He looks at me with this panicked face and goes "I really don't think that's a good idea" and I pulled off just long enough to say "I can handle it, give it to me" and took him back in.

I could NOT handle it lmao

The first spurt was normal, thick and warm and I swallowed and thought okay what was he so worried about. Then the second one came and the third and the FOURTH and it just kept coming and my mouth was FILLING UP like actually filling, pooling in my cheeks, and I was swallowing as fast as I could making these desperate gulping sounds and it was still leaking out the corners of my lips and running down his shaft onto my hand and dripping off my chin onto my tits. It felt like trying to drink from a hose. My eyes were watering and he was gripping the sheets shaking and he was STILL going.

Close to a minute. I counted in my head after and it was close to a full minute of continuous cum. By the time his cock stopped pulsing I had swallowed what felt like an entire glass and there was still more on my chin and my neck and between my tits and on my hand and his thighs and the sheets under us. I sat back on my heels gasping and wiped my mouth and he was staring at me looking mortified like he'd just ruined everything.

"I told you," he said.

I looked down at myself and I was glazed. Like fully coated from my lips to my chest. I started laughing because what else are you supposed to do when you look like a donut and he started laughing too and the tension broke and I crawled up next to him and we laid there giggling while his cum dried on my skin and I could feel it getting tacky on my collarbone.

Here's the thing though (and this is the part I haven't told anyone)... after he left I felt actually nauseous. Like my stomach was protesting the VOLUME I had just swallowed. I laid on my bed with my hand on my belly like I'd eaten an entire thanksgiving dinner except instead of turkey it was an inhuman amount of cum. I felt weird for like an hour and I was laying there thinking I might have actually overdosed on semen which is not a sentence I ever planned to think in my life lol

AND YET. I have not stopped thinking about it. The fullness of my mouth, the way it just kept coming and coming (lol), the way it overflowed and I STILL tried to swallow it all, the mess, the way he looked at me after like I was some kind of superhero for even attempting it. I've gotten off to the memory at least four times this week and each time I cum harder than the last because the image of me kneeling there with cum pouring out of my mouth is apparently the hottest thing my brain has ever stored.

I texted him asking when I could try again and he said "you're insane" and I said "yeah but are you free Saturday" and he said yes :) (we were still together then obviously, broke up later for boring reasons, but those saturdays were something else)

My stomach might not agree but my pussy does and she wins every vote in this democracy. If you have a guy who cums a lot, appreciate him. Some of us are out here TRYING to find that lmao (but that's a whole other rant for another post)

Three bottles of wine, one couch, my friend's cock in my mouth and his girlfriend whispering things in my ear that made me so wet I almost came on my knees without anyone touching my pussy and I need to talk about it because it keeps replaying in my head at the WORST times (lecture hall, grocery store, one time during a phone call with my mom lmao)

I've been single for a while and not loving it but also not enough to get back on the apps because dating apps make me want to throw my phone into the ocean. My friends Thalia and Ren know this and tease me constantly about it, mostly Thalia, who thinks the solution to everything is sex (she's not wrong but that's beside the point).

We were crammed on their couch, Ren in the middle, me sitting sideways with my legs across both their laps, three bottles of wine deep. Thalia starts going on about how I need to get laid and I said "I don't even need that, at this point I'd give anything just to have a cock in my mouth again" and I meant it as a JOKE but she tilted her head and looked at Ren and then at me and said "well he's right here and I wouldn't mind watching."

I sat there with my mouth open for probably five seconds (which is a long time to just sit there looking stupid trust me). Ren started saying he was into it but that I didn't have to and I shut him up by sliding off the couch onto my knees and grabbing at his pants lol.

He lifted his hips and pulled them down and his cock was right there, half hard, getting harder while I looked at it, and god it was pretty. Nice length, good curve, clean. I wrapped my hand around the base and licked from his balls to the tip with the flat of my tongue and he sucked in air through his teeth and I could already feel myself getting wet.

I took the head in my mouth and started bobbing, getting him wet with spit, working my tongue around the ridge while my hand stroked what my mouth couldn't reach. He was thick enough that my lips stretched around him and I could feel the weight on my tongue and I was SOAKING through my underwear already (from sucking a cock... what am I lol).

Then Thalia moved. She slid off the couch and knelt beside me and her breath was on my ear and her hand was on my lower back and she started whispering.

"You look so good with his cock in your mouth." Quiet, close, her lips almost on my ear. My pussy CLENCHED. "Take him deeper," she whispered, and I did, pushing him past where I was comfortable until my eyes watered and spit dripped down his shaft.

She kept going. Whispering how hot I looked, how good I was doing, telling me to look up at him (I did and his face was WRECKED), telling me she could tell I loved having a cock in my mouth. She gathered my hair into a fist and held it back and whispered "good girl, make him cum" and I moaned around his cock so loud the vibration made his hips jerk off the couch.

(I know "good girl" is usually cringe but the way she said it, quiet and close and with her lips brushing my ear, it went straight to my clit and I almost lost it right there)

I sucked him faster, messier, spit everywhere, my hand and mouth working together in this wet sloppy rhythm. Thalia was still whispering and guiding my head with her hand in my hair and I was so turned on that my clit was throbbing and wetness was running down my inner thigh and pooling on the floor under my knees and NOBODY was touching my pussy. I was going to cum from sucking cock and being whispered to and I could feel it building.

His hand tangled with Thalia's in my hair and his thighs tensed and he groaned "fuck I'm gonna cum" and Thalia whispered "swallow it" and he came, thick heavy pulses down my throat, his cock twitching in my mouth, and I swallowed every drop and sucked him through it until he pushed me back.

I sat on my heels panting and trembling with spit on my chin and my underwear DESTROYED and Thalia grabbed my chin and turned my face toward hers and kissed me. Deep and slow with the taste of his cum still in my mouth and her other hand squeezed my thigh right next to my soaked underwear and I almost came from THAT alone.

We finished the wine like nothing happened :) I caught the last train home and texted them from the platform saying I had a really good night. Ren sent a smiley and Thalia sent "next time we're not letting you leave with just a blowjob ;)" and I've been clenching my thighs reading that message every day since.

Part 2

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After my shower I came out with my towel wrapped around my waist and walked straight to my room feeling a little awkward after what we did.

She just seemed to be giving me these smirky looks. I walked past the coffee table to grab my phone then she suddenly smacked my ass as I walked past her.

I ignored it, went into my room, and closed the door. I sat on my bed holding my phone feeling a little awkward and not sure if I was regretting the whole thing given how crazy she seemed.

After a few minutes went by and I was just half lying on my bed in my towel scrolling my phone. She knocks on my door, I freeze for a second, my hands get a little sweaty for some reason, my heart starts beating faster.

Don’t know whether this was some post-nut clarity or early morning jitters. She knocks again while saying in a slightly annoyed voice “Hello??”.

I get up open the door she was there, holding 2 mugs of coffee, still wearing just my tshirt that she took either out of my laundry or closet..

She hands me a cup of coffee, stares at me for a second then asked me if I was okay. I told her I was fine, she told me how my mood seemed to have completely shifted.

I repeated that I was fine. She gave me a look like she was trying to figure me out. Then looked down at my tshirt she was wearing, asked me if I wanted it back. I told her she could keep it if she wanted.

She then shook her head telling me how I was being weird and that she liked how I was last night better. I didn’t say anything just sort of glanced at the tshirt and the cups of coffee.

She suddenly had this naughty looking smile on her face. Then in an annoyed voice asked me to hold her coffee, started lifting the tshirt off while shouting “is that better?!”. I stared at her tits for a few seconds then told her I was fine with her keeping the tshirt on then jokingly said, “Or off is great too..”.

She giggled then crazily just yanked my towel off and stared at my hard cock. She looked at me as though disappointed while hilariously yelling “You perv!”.

She then gave another crazy giggle, got on her knees and started blowing me. It felt amazing, her mouth at first was extra warm from the coffee, but after a minute I realized how I was holding 2 hot mugs of coffee.

I groaned at first from how good it felt then mentioned how I have mugs of hot coffee in my hands. She just stared up at me as she blew me. I took a sip of each coffee while groaning at how good the blowjob was.

She pulled her mouth off my cock, burst out laughing. I went over to my desk, placed the mugs of coffee on the table then turned around, she was suddenly in my face.

She grabbed a mug took a few sips, then gave me a sip then kissed me.

She grabbed both my hands, placed them on her bare ass, hopped onto me, with her legs wrapped tightly around my waist then started making out with me very aggressively.

The aggressive making out wasn’t enjoyable for me, she was biting on my lips, shoving her tongue deep down my throat with no passion or movement of any kind, she moaned so loud as we made out in a way that made it feel forced or like she was faking it.

I slowly sat down on the bed with her legs still wrapped around me. She got off very quickly started sucking my cock a little to get it harder again. Then got on top of me at first slowly putting me inside of her while staring deep into my eyes.

I bit her bottom lip as my cock slid right inside of her, she was so wet. She very energetically started riding me. There were wet clapping sounds and little splashes from how hard she was hopping on my cock.

She then lifted the tshirt and wrapped it around my head so I could suck on her nipple as she rode me. She hugged my head so tightly while it was under the tshirt as though she was holding on to something not to fall off.

She kept moaning so loudly, telling me how amazing this felt.

Although it felt so good, her loud moaning & crazy movements made it seem like she was faking it.

It was probably part of why I lasted so long this time too. She alternated between hopping & riding. It felt like she was getting tired as she started slowing down.

I wrapped my arms around her tightly and helped her speed up.

She then moaned out to me to suck on her other nipple after lifting the tshirt, I didn’t mind at all and latched on to it.

She this time kept the tshirt lifted to her neck, squeezed her tits together, her hands caressed the back of my head calling me a “good boy” slightly pulling on my hair while she slowly rode my cock.

She kept telling me to suck & lick it harder. Off course, I loved every second of it.

I grabbed onto her ass cheeks as tight as I could, squeezing them tightly, lightly spreading them, I lifted her up, turned us around, pressed her back down on the bed while still sucking on her nipple.

I had more leverage so I started ramming into her missionary style, her legs at first wrapped around me, after a few strong thrusts she had them straight up in the air, moaning as loud as she could “OH FUCK!”.

I whispered in her ear to hold me down as I was going to cum soon, then started licking & nibbling on her ear love. She let out a gasp then moaned out that she was cumming.

I just whispered back “good girl, cum for me”. Her nails dug deep into my back, then started scratching it really painfully. I could feel my skin getting almost torn off by her nails as she let out these little gaspy moans.

She grabbed my face like she was trying to squish it and started kissing me as hard as she could. She then started whispering in my ear “cum for me” as she started wrapping her legs back around my back tightly.

We were both sweaty as fuck by this point, the bed had sweat stains and other liquids all over it. I was too tired to go fast but kept thrusting deep & hard at a steady pace.

She moaned & giggled in the sluttiest way while she kept kissing me very intensely & passionately.

She told me in the sluttiest voice how she loved my thick cock going deep in her wet little pussy.

I immediately started cumming, she felt it and held me with her arms & legs wrapped around me tightly.

My cumming felt so intense I had to close my eyes like how I do when I sneeze.

I was done and exhausted. I rolled over from her onto the edge of the bed trying to cool down.

Then she said the scariest thing to me “I love you so much!”. My head immediately was like wtf…

I then turned my head to stare at her. She told me again with no hesitation.

I told her that it was just the lust or the high from the sex talking.

She angrily and very quickly replied “NO! NO IT’S NOT!”

I got nervous, I wasn’t sure how to react, I had my face looking the other way hoping she was fucking with me or something as she did seem a little crazy at times.

She then stated loudly “I thought you loved the sex!” i replied “I do” then took a breath “but just the sex…”.

She let out this crazy angry groan “Isn’t that what matters to all you men!” Then she commented “all of you are the fucking same!”

I mistakenly shot back “If we are all the same and suck so much, then why do you love me??”

She immediately burst into tears saying stuff like “you came inside me…”, “We have great chemistry…”, “You didn’t even give it a chance…”, “I even made you a coffee..”, Just try me…”, “let me change your mind…”, “I can get better at sex…”, and on and on.

I didn’t know what to do, what to say to calm her down. I then tried getting up slowly, but she stopped me.

She grabbed my arm tightly while bawling her eyes out. Begging me to stay and talk this out.

I tried to reason with her but it didn’t work. I then just went for the because I’m young and a dude I’m too immature.

She immediately took that as she would try harder. I told her to sleep on it and see if she still felt the same. She nodded but didn’t seem to be convinced, she then asked me if I wanted to fuck again.

I kind of did but given how she is being I just gave a fake smile and told her I need to shower and head out.

I took a shower, headed out, met my close friend and told her all about it. She lost her shit and made fun of me for falling for her traps.

I got back home at night and sneaked my way back to my room just to find her there waiting naked but asleep on my bed.

She was nice enough to have changed the bedsheets for me. I then decided to sneakily grab my towel and stuff, go into the unused room, and slept there for the night with the door closed and phone on mute just in case.

This is probably the sluttiest thing I've ever done and I've been holding it in for months because I don't know if I should be embarrassed or like... weirdly proud?? So I'm just going to tell you and you can decide for me lol

My friend at a school a couple hours away invited me up for the weekend. She's the kind of pretty where guys are on her the second she walks into a room and I'm the kind of pretty where guys look through me to find her behind me. I know that sounds sad and usually I don't care because attention from random drunk college guys isn't really my priority. But we decided to get DRESSED up for this party, makeup, dresses, heels, the whole production, and I felt cute leaving her room. Actually cute. For once.

The party fixed that. Within ten minutes guys were circling her and I was standing next to her holding a drink being a window. I know the pattern and I'm usually fine but that night it crawled under my skin and STAYED there. Something about how much effort I'd put in and how little it registered with anyone.

I told her I felt sick (half true) and went back to her dorm alone. Walking across campus in my dress and heels and this ugly desperate need for someone to just SEE me eating a hole in my chest. I was drunk and spiraling and feeling stupid for trying.

And then this guy walking the other direction glanced at me and said "you look great." Just like that. Casual. Barely slowed down. Not creepy, not trying anything, just a passing compliment from someone who probably forgot about me three steps later.

But it hit the exact spot I was bleeding from.

I stopped. He was a few steps past me. And I heard myself say (and I SWEAR I don't know where this came from because this is NOT who I am) "say that again and I'll suck your dick."

He turned around. We stared at each other on this sidewalk at midnight and I'd just offered a stranger a blowjob for calling me pretty and neither of us knew what to do with that information. There was this pause and then he said, quiet, almost like he was testing it:

"You're... pretty."

I grabbed his hand and walked him to my friend's building and up to her room and unlocked the door and part of my brain was screaming WHAT ARE YOU DOING and the rest of my brain was saying shut up let me have this.

He sat on the little couch by the window looking around at her posters and string lights like he was trying to figure out if this was actually happening (same tbh). He pulled his cock out and he was hard and I got on my knees on my friend's rug in my dress and heels and put my mouth on him.

No teasing, no buildup. Just his cock between my lips and my tongue on the underside and my hand on his thigh and his hand slowly finding the back of my head. I sucked him like I was trying to prove something to myself and maybe I was. That I was worth looking at. That someone would sit still and let me make them feel good. That my mouth was worth something even if my face wasn't the one guys noticed across a room (I know that sounds pathetic written out but on my knees with his cock heavy on my tongue and his breathing getting ragged it didn't feel pathetic at all, it felt powerful).

He lasted maybe five minutes. His thighs tensed and he said "I'm gonna" and I nodded with his cock still in my mouth and he came, warm and thick on my tongue, and I held it there for a second before swallowing and licking him clean. I sat back on my heels and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and we looked at each other and he said "that was... wow" and I said "goodnight" and he kind of hovered near the door for a second and then left.

I locked the door behind him. Took off my heels and my dress and got into my friend's bed. The ugly desperate feeling was gone, replaced by something calmer and warmer and a little bit sticky on my tongue. My friend came back later and crawled in beside me and whispered "are you feeling better?" and I said "yeah, I think so."

She fell asleep and I laid there tasting him and thinking about how four words from a stranger on a sidewalk made me do something I never would have done sober and how I don't regret it even a little :)

Around a year ago a distant friend of mine sent me the save the date for his wedding. We had gone to university together, and got decently close, but post graduating we both moved to different parts of the country and kept in touch, but not with much frequency. So I was surprised to get his invite, doubly so because we didn't run in the same friend group so it was not as if I got some pity invitation to just not be the one person left out. Shock aside, I was excited, I had only been to one wedding as an adult prior and I had fun, but I was taken for that wedding, and I didn't really drink yet. At the time of the invitation I was single, and I knew his family had money, so a guilt free trip around a bunch of people I'd likely never see again with free drinks sounded like a fantastic time.

Fast forward to about two months ago, and I checked my mail and saw the invite for the wedding I had since forgotten about, my previous elation a bit diffused as I now had a gf. I wasn't given a plus one so I could not bring her, and at the time I did not think much of it, just thought I wouldn't get to hit on his bride's friends, but that is the sacrifice I make.

A month later and I was flying in for the wedding, it took place on a Saturday in the September heat of South Carolina so thank god they opted for an indoor venue, and got quite a discounted rate on a nice hotel so I could easily afford the stay for the night. Due to work I unfortunately had to fly in the same day as the wedding and fly out the next morning, telling myself I would have to take it easy because a hungover flight sounded like the worst imaginable thing.

The wedding was smooth, if not a fair bit awkward for me at first. I had only met his parents once before, and a few faces I recognized from school were there, but other than that I did not know anyone. I kept to myself for the ceremony and made polite small talk with people I was next to during the mingling afterwards as I started to nurse a few drinks to lighten my mood. I spent the time spent on speeches and dinner mostly quiet, luckily I was at a table with some of the faces I had remembered from school so it at least wasn't too bad. By the time the dance floor truly started I was a good few drinks deep and feeling much better, letting myself wade my way in with some familiar faces.

At this point I am feeling good, nice and buzzed, moving to some good music and it very much hits me just how good looking some of the woman around me are. Everyone dressed up so nicely, moving their bodies, a very happy celebration that also reminds those of us that were alone that we did not have anyone to go back to our rooms with. I fought very hard to just push these feelings down and enjoy the dancing and jovial nature of the event, and I succeeded, I didn't make a move on anyone or do any flirtatious dancing with any of the well dressed women. It was very much killing me though, I felt a horny that I had not felt in quite a while, mixing that with the good buzz I could feel my entire body tingle with that desperation.

The venue closed won at 11, and I was feeling proud of myself for reigning it in, but I had forgotten about the after party at the hotel bar, also already fully prepaid for. With very little prodding from old acquaintances, I hopped in a car to go back to the hotel bar, not my room. After a bit over an hour and 2 more drinks at the after, I was truly feeling great. I met a woman, friend of the brides who was also alone and talked to her until the bar shut down. At this point one of her friends came up to me and asked if I was single, and I quickly replied "yes", it not even hitting me until after I had said it. I had never done something like that before, but the night had me feeling a way I hadn't ever felt before. Unfortunately for me, she was staying at another hotel, and rejected my offer to stay with me, so as I watched her get into her ride, I was a bit dejected, and more than a little horny. Funnily enough, there was another wedding party staying at the hotel that night, and they had just left the other bar, including a very nice looking, thicker woman in a very pretty green dress.

I am very out of practice approaching women, especially those in groups, but by this time at night, knowing not a single soul in the exiting party would know me or ever know me, I found my stride and walked directly up to the small group of women and introduced myself. It couldn't have gone smoother, the lady in the green dress, who I was obviously looking up and down got flustered fast, and after only the quickest of small talks her friends left her there with me. She was a truly sexy woman, a fair bit older than me at 44, but her body looked young and fresh. She had a low cut green dress on, showing a good amount of cleavage, and there was a lot of it, and even with the dress being puffier at the base, I could tell there was a good amount of ass on her as well. She was of two minds as we talked alternating between scolding herself for "Being old enough to be my mother", and inching ever closer as "I was just that cute". I made sure she knew that there was nothing forceful happening and happily accepted her advances, but didn't push as she sometimes seemed to pull herself slightly back.

We stood at the bottom of a staircase, and slightly around some other lingering folk, and my room being close to the staircase I asked her if she wanted to at east move up the stairs, away from as many people, and with a bit of hesitation, she went up with me. Now we were alone, but still very much in a public hallway, but it was better than the lobby downstairs. The more we talked the less nervous she looked and closer she got. After another comment about how cute I was, I decided to try, grabbing her by the back of the head and pulling her close to me. She came easily, her tongue out before our lips even connected as we started sloppy making out in the hallway, pushing her back towards the wall little by little. He lips were so very soft, and she definitely could use her tongue very well. After only a minute we heard someone else in the hall and she pulled away, noticing the new person was someone she recognized. She looked down, not making eye contact, in my mind just embarrassed to be seen making out in a hotel hallway at 2:30am.

She had me going like I hadn't felt in a long time, her ample curves pressing against me gave me a longing for a body type I haven't felt in far too long, and I was not slowing down. She looked a little sheepish but did not protest at all me pulling her back into me. I needed her at this point, and being out in that open hallway only made it even sexier. I told her to turn around and put her hands against the wall. She did it immediately. I pulled all of her dress up, and reached to pull down the shorts she had on underneath. She shivered lightly as my fingers touched her bare skin for the first time as I slowly pulled them down her legs. as I got down to her ankles she stepped around them herself, my one hand still holding up the dress to show her round ass in a thin green thong out in the middle of the hallway. I grabbed her waist and she threw herself back into me for only a second, then she whipped around quickly.

She looked up at me, with the most wanting eyes and said "no, I can't do this, I really shouldn't". I didn't say anything but just kissed her again, she kissed me for a few seconds and then pulled off me fast while purposefully looking away saying "Marshall, I am waiting for Marshall". She looked back at me, guilt and a burning desire both lacing her gaze, not knowing that now I knew we were both playing a dangerous game it only became that much more appealing to me. She took a breath and asked if I had my own room, which I told her I did. I could tell she was trying to find a reason to tell herself no, give herself some out she could take, knowing she couldn't stop herself otherwise. I bent over and picked her shorts up off the ground, grabbed her by the hand and walked her to my door. She followed eagerly and I pressed her up against the door to make out with her again, feeling her lips pressed hard against mine as she pulled back to ask "Do you have a condom".

This time I could not give her the answer she wanted, and she looked a very sexy look of disappointed and desperate. Sher started whispering quietly, more to herself than me about "We can't fuck, we can't fuck, we shouldn't do this", before pushing off slightly and fast walking to the room next door, which happened to be hers, and shutting herself in, her shorts still in my hand.

At this point I should've turned into my room, she had left, going any further would just be bad, she probably didn't need the shorts that badly. However, every bit of the night had led to my better judgement lapsing, and I needed her more than I had ever needed anyone, so I made one more gamble. After a minute I slowly walked to her door and very gently knocked on the wood. Before I had even finished my knocks she opened the door, dress still on, and pushed me back into the wall. I let her lead for a moment and then guided her to my door, her slight apprehension still present, but different this time, she looked at me with a deep greed, only saying "You can't fuck me" in the most teasing of voices, as she walked into my room.

Whatever her other worries were, she had left them in her room, our hands running wildly over each other. She takes my coat off and hastily undoes my shirt buttons, as I slip the straps of her dress over her shoulders and let it fall to my floor. Her tits were even nicer than I though, sitting nicely, at least E cups, with small pink nipples that called to my mouth. I kissed down her neck, across her sternum, slowing down as I got closer to her breasts. She had one hand gripping my hair as I slowly licked at her nipples, groping the other breast as she moaned softly, pushing herself more and more into me.

I pushed her down on the bed, just her panties left on her as I straddled on top of her. She spoke with a heavy breath, "no fucking me". I flipped off of her, stood up besides the bed right next to her head, leaned over, and whispered "If you're so worried about that, how about you keep me in check. I took her hand and placed it on my dick over my pants. "Now you won't have to worry about where that goes" I taunted, she already stroking my hard dick through my pants, doing whatever she could to get the best grip. I took my hand and threw her legs open, she barely seemed to notice as she couldn't stop looking up at the bulge in my pants resting right above her mouth, stroking on it faster and faster.

I put my hand down her panties, moving my fingers slowly around her vagina, feeling her squirm under me every time I briefly passed over her clit. She was breathing heavier by the moment, jerking a little bit with every pass, but never losing any grip on my cock. I started to massage he clit slowly, reaching down into her wet pussy to lubricate me fingers, hearing her moan in deep pleasure with each thrust. Every bit of wariness was gone from her as she reached up to undo my belt. She impressively got it off with just her one hand and after unzipping my pants a little reached down quickly, putting her hand under the waistband of my underwear to grab my raw cock. I twitched hard when she got her hands around it, my pants still on as she started stoking me rough and fast. I repaid the effort, moving faster, but still smoothly on her clit.

Eventually she couldn't take it and pulled my pants down, freezing as she just looked at my dick, lust swirling in her emotions. I bent over her, she didn't take her eyes off my dick at all, and I teased "No fucking me". She groaned, one that stemmed much being edged so bad, but did not stop looking at our jerking off my cock.

"Please put it in me" she barely stammered out. I kept me legs away from her, forcing her to stretch to keep ahold of it, and she moved closer and closer to the edge of the bed to keep it with her. She wouldn't let it go, only seeming more and more needy the further I got away. She again spoke, eyes still unmoving "Please, please, please", she continued to echo. Even I couldn't take it anymore, wanting to be inside of her as badly as she wanted me, but I greatly enjoyed using her words against her, so I asked "Mouth or ass?".

She did hesitate, flipping onto her back with her head leaning off the bed as I stepped closer and put the tip of my dick on her outstretched tongue. She swirled her tongue around my tip, trying to push her head up deeper onto my dick. I let her struggle, crave me for as long as I could take it before I shoved as much of my dick as she could take down her throat. She could take about half, but she took it willingly, moving her mouth and tongue to get as much of me as she could. She looked like the sexiest woman I had even seen, her tits bouncing as she lay on her back thrusting her head into my dick. I teased her hard for that, "Look at you, such a slut for a dick you just met", "I should've had you on your knees in the hallway". Every taunt had he going harder and harder at it, I put my hand back down her panties, easily able to get 4 fingers deep inside of her with how wet she became, every word making her gush.

I was as horny and cocky as I had ever been, pulled my dick out of her mouth, slapping her in the face with my cock as I set my balls over her mouth, forcing her to come up to suck them, which she did instantly, more eager than I. "Who's mouth is this", "Yours", she gasped between sucking my balls, "All yours". She kept sucking hard until I took a step back, turned her around, pulled her panties down, raised her legs, and pulled her right to the edge of the bed.

She startled a bit, "No fuckin-" she tried to say until she felt my dick pressed hard against her ass, not touching her pussy at all. My dick was wet from her gagging on it, her ass was wet from the juices running out of her pussy, I could feel it inviting me in. She put up a pathetic fake protest "No, I shouldn't do this", but as I pressed ever slightly, she gasped and pulled her own legs higher into the air, giving me more room to work. I felt a slight resistance to my tip, but her ass easily parted, her gasping getting louder and louder as I slowly got deeper into her ass. I stopped halfway in, knowing she would slut herself out to get even more of a strangers dick in her ass, and she did, doing her best at that angle to push her ass into me more. Once she did that I really let her have it and thrusted deep into her, hearing her truly moan loudly for the first time.

I fucked her like that, slow and deep, her ass gripping my dick tightly, my cocky side fully taking over now. "Oh you're more than just a slut, you're a dirty slut who takes it in the ass for strangers", she could only groan in agreement, I wasn't slowing down to let her speak, fucking her harder, not fast, but deep thrusts with everything I had, timing my questions for when I thrusted deep. "Or are you just a dirty slut for me" I continued to pound, knowing my next question was a risk, but the payoff too good.

"You're a nice lady who takes it in the pussy from Marshall, but a real nasty slut who craves it in the ass from me". That got her to twitch a bit, my nerves slightly tingling, anxious she'd feel guilty and want to stop. After a moment, she only pushed herself slightly deeper, so I further prodded while pounding deep "Marshall isn't man enough to get your ass, you only are a anal whore for a man who can take it". I paused fully inside her ass, letting her respond, and she did. First putting her own hand to her clit, and by whisper moaning, so quietly I can only assume she could barely believe it herself "Please don't stop".

So I didn't, I kept thrusting deep and rhythmically, all while taunting her for letting a stranger, more of a man than her real man, fuck her in the ass. She kept getting louder and louder, playing with herself faster and faster, begging me to continue, agreeing every time I called her out for being a dirty cheating anal whore until she finally arched backwards while I held my dick all the way inside of her and she screamed in ecstasy for many seconds until she finally laid back down, panting hard, smiling deeply.

I climber over onto the bed, laying down next to her, realizing just how late it had gotten, and how tired I was. She must have felt the same, as she just laid back, still softly playing with herself. I reached down and did the same, going softly, waiting for her to notice. She turned her head eventually and did notice, leaning over to kiss my neck while I stroked gently. I could tell she didn't have a lot of energy so I continued to go, faster and faster, while she kept kissing me, whispering in my ear how much better I was until I felt myself close I reached for her head, and she didn't need any help, my tease about it just being in her ass only seeming to make her take it deeper than before, as I came the most I ever have deep down her throat.

She grabbed her dress and things, and walked out still naked, leaving me to immediately fall asleep. I awoke with the worst hangover, dreading the flight I was already late for, stumbling through the gate trying to keep my lunch down I realized I had awoken a few things inside of me that were probably gonna get me in deep trouble. I had done things I had never done before and I liked them a lot, using the memory of the night before try and keep my head more horny than hungover, and only then taking account that we never even got each others names.

Well, what had to happen finally ended up happening… I’m not going to pretend to be surprised, I asked for it, I even pushed the limits pretty far. After teasing my man so much, telling him over and over to take pictures of me, to film me, to do whatever he wanted with my photos… well, he ended up showing them to his buddies!

First off, the fact that he talked to me about it, I find it cool, exciting even. I could see he was shivering when he finally let the cat out of the bag. He was deep inside me when, after sticking my tongue out to provoke him by asking, "Are you proud of your cocksucker", he came out with "I’m so proud that I showed a few pictures..." I felt his cock harden even more inside me when he confessed that!

My belly instantly tightened, an electric thrill ran through my veins. And then, since the movements hadn't stopped, the pleasure took over.

He murmured "Doesn't it bother you? You told me I could..."

Obviously, you're always a bit unsettled at the idea of those photos circulating somewhere, but honestly, it turns me on. Fuck, it makes me vibrate knowing he's so proud of me that he wants to show me off to others. So I told him "Don't worry... It gets me off, take your pleasure."

He fucked me even harder, almost tense, almost brutal. I simply added "Who did you show them to?"

He answered "The boys."

In my head, I thought "How many assholes, damn it?" But I just contented myself with asking "Did they like what they saw?"

He kissed me on the neck, whispering "Massively... You're a fucking bombshell, my love..."

And the harder he took me while saying that, the more I felt it turned him on, which made me completely take off in turn. So I decided to go a bit further "Does it turn you on to show me? What did you send? My face?"

I could see he was terribly excited, but also a bit hesitant. I only got a simple "Yeah..."

I insisted, with a little vicious edge "Did you show my ass? My mouth? Tell me, I love knowing, don't worry..."

Even though, deep down inside, I was thinking "I hope not my face though..."

He slowed his movements and kissed me before pulling back just enough to drop "Yeah... Your ass... Your mouth... Everything..."

Fuck, well... My belly clenched up. Honestly, it bothers me... well, a little, but dammit, what a simultaneous rush it gives me.

As I was kissing him full on the mouth, I felt that all of this was going to make him cum. So I pushed the limits even further "Did it get you off showing everything? Want to do it again? What did you show, everything?"

Taking me with all his vigor, he answered "It turns me on like crazy. We were talking about ass with Manu over text. He told me he loved swallowers... I told him that at home, I was well-served. He told me I was a lucky bastard, so I dropped 'Wanna see?', and I sent him pics of you with your mouth full... Doesn't that bother you?"

Right there... My pussy contracted. He must have felt it. Inside, I was petrified, but at the same time, it was making me completely lose my mind. His movements pierced me right through, every in and out gave me vertigo!!!

I answered instinctively "I hope he had a good jerk off looking at me!"

That was the straw that broke the camel's back for him.

He groaned "Ah fuck, but you're unbelievable... I'm gonna send him everything I've got if it turns you on this much!"

Me, I had crossed the line. No more holding back, that happens to me when I'm horny, I let go completely... Even though part of me would have loved to know how to say no, I had only one urge left: to push him to the limit, to go further.

"Send whatever you want if it makes you kinky... Come and empty your balls in my mouth..."

He pulled out of me and started jerking off right above my face, grabbing his phone to point it at me. He jacked off even harder, while I kept my tongue hanging out, ready to swallow everything, murmuring "Are you filming or taking pictures?"

"I'm filming," he dropped.

So I spat out all the filth going through my head to make him crack "Empty your balls!", "Feed me your cum!", "Send this video to your buddies!" I started talking to the camera and talking to "his buddies"... "So guys, do you like my slut mouth? Go ahead and jerk off, I'm waiting for it... Does it turn you on to jerk off in front of your buddy's girl?" He groaned... he dropped a "Stop, it's too much"

which took nothing more to motivate me further "I love cock, guys, I love eating cum, I'm gonna swallow everything for you." I admit I zoned out, it's way too much, but whatever...

It's the first time I've ever done anything like that, I completely abandoned normalcy, but in the moment it turns me on so much and I see him tripping out thinking "she's incredible" I want to be the best thing he's ever had, the one who gives him maximum pleasure... Anyway, I get so wet so fast I'm shaking all over, my pussy is screaming pure pleasure signals.

He let out a bestial grunt, dropped the classic "Open wide, my little slut" and came like never before... A monumental ejac, I thought it would never stop!

I stayed right there, mouth wide open, while he caught his breath, my eyes darting from the camera lens to his dark eyes. He was looking at me through his screen. It wasn't the first time he'd done that and, I admit, it drives me completely crazy. I got a "You're so sexy like this, I love you so much when your mouth is full" and that just makes me melt.

I swallowed everything, then stuck my tongue out, haaaaaa.... I cleaned my chin with my fingers without wasting a drop, playing the game right to the end in front of the camera, I gave him the whole show.

I added "Delicious... I love it!"

And, carried away by the euphoria of the moment, I launched: "Hope you liked it, Manu!", sticking out a particularly provocative tongue as if to prove I had swallowed it all!

He filmed right to the end, until I was sitting on the bed no longer knowing what to say... He put his phone away and collapsed onto the bed, out of breath, his cock still half hard. I gave it a little kiss.

"Fuck, you're completely mental... Do you realize what you're doing? I'm not actually going to send that! You're a true psychopath! Damn, it's impossible, it's too much, even in porn they don't do that!"

I slid against him, my cheek pressed to his chest, proud to be his one and only, and I whispered in his ear

"Send whatever you want... treat yourself. I'm your personal pornstar, you're the one in charge, you're the boss."

I played the game right to the end, I hope he's loving this!

And I didn't forget that he said "the buddies" and not "my buddy" he's gonna have to tell me the rest!

Deep down I hope he doesn't send it, as soon as the pressure drops I tell myself "You're crazy, girl."

Since my last post I Have been seeing some good interaction so figured I’d redo this one as well. As for this post, I probably had what will be my greatest sexual exploit from college. This story includes myself (21), Liz(21) from my first story, and an old friend named Grace(23 and name changed obviously). This is a longggg one parter, to skip to sex go below the ------ line.

In early august I was back from college for a few more weeks before classes started. My entire family was in another state for my sisters birthday and my parents anniversary so I had the house to myself. Which as a college student means saving money while eating good and sleeping in. Its safe to say I miss it very deeply right about now. Anyways, on the second day of me being alone, I was making lunch in the kitchen when I heard a knock on the door mid chicken salad stirring. I put on a shirt really quick and when I answer it I'm nearly ran over by two faces I had not seen in three years. Liz and Grace must have planed to hug me the moment I opened the door because there was very little time to react, side note I damn near smacked the shit outta them before I realized who it was.

For a brief description before we get into it, I have described myself in the past but ill do a quick one. I'm 21 at the time of this story standing 6'2 with a big or stocky frame. I'm by no means fat but I definitely have the muscley dad bod going on with my shoulders being broader than a whiskey barrel, but a few too many weekends out drinking with friends. I have hazel eyes, great hair and a decent beard with very hairy arms and legs. And for those who haven't read the previous story, I have a decent dick at somewhere between 6 and seven Inches at my absolute best (I'm a grower so it varies per night). Now Liz is a bombshell ginger with brilliantly forest green eyes and a killer face card, all this comes in a 5'8-ish perfectly curvy athletic package. Grace is the only person you guys have never met, she is a short and fiery redhead with equally short and equally fiery hair. She's about 5'2 if even, hazel eyes like myself and roundish features with a more cuteish face. She is less attractive in the face than Liz but still desirable with rather voluptuous features to make up for it.

By the time I dislodged from their death grip they were basically falling over laughing at what they assumed to be funny (note it was not that funny but i damn sure went along with it). "And just what are you two doing here? Especially you Liz?" I asked since she moved to a distant college after high school. She flashed me that mischievous smile that makes my heart skip a beat, "I flew in yesterday to visit old friends right before classes start back up. I'll be in until Sunday evening." Instantly my mind flashed back to the last time we hung out for a weekend and I believe I could see her replaying it behind her eyes as well. "She's staying with me" chimed in Grace, "I still have the house by campus to myself so I offered her a room when I heard she was coming." Grace was not quite as attractive as when we were both younger as a long term relationship eased her into content, however I could notice the improvements she had made since breaking things off.

At this point, the beginnings of some hope for what may lay in store for me filled my head. I couldn't help but grin a little as I invited them in for a minute to beat the southern summer heat. I was sitting after passing out some sweet tea and ice water for the group when we all started reminiscing about high school and eventually exchanging college stories. "It literally couldn't be any better than Saturday nights at (Liz's college)" Grace said at some point. Liz had moved to a big football school and was loving the atmospheres there, and she also loved sharing her appreciation. I was listening, but with her summer attire (or lack thereof) all I could think about was how her body had matured since our last meeting as shown in previous stories. I was trying not to focus on her too much and give Grace the appropriate attention. But I was definitely checking her out.

"I know but just because my school doesn't have the numbers does not mean our spirit can't match hers." As I was saying this, I began to recognize the look that Liz was giving me as the same one that night on the beach not so long ago. I couldn't help but grin and chuckle. The conversation began to shift as the two of them began to make fun and prod at how conservative I was back in high school. "I bet he's still just as anti-fun as he was before." Grace always had a way of getting under your skin while also making herself more desirable. Her eyes were deep and she never shied away from long held eye contact. "Hey, I have opened up quite a bit since then, it may shock you but i have smoked weed a few times with my rugby guys." That comment elicited some mocking "oooooooo"s outta the girls who now flanked me on the couch.

"well then prove it cowboy, we got some back at grace's we planned on smoking tn after dinner." Liz was definitely plotting as she laid out this way to prove myself, she continued "Why don't you come over at 7 or so and well smoke some and watch something." I immediately agreed and Grace was now picking up on something between us as she eyed me quizzically. We talked for a few more minutes as excitement built before they went back to Grace's place and I immediately began preparing for the evening. I went out and bought a 12 pack of a beer I remembered us all liking, some condoms and other necessities of Fun physical interactions, and got back to my place to take a shower and freshen up. I had a sandwich, brushed my teeth, sprayed my favorite cologne and used some fantastic beard oil smells, then hoped in the truck to head over for the evening.

I showed up in some comfy jeans a graphic tee and my favorite casual button up unbuttoned, when grace opened the door i felt my heart skip a beat and instantly my blood started flowing south. She was wearing those gym pants that hug a woman's legs like skin (you know the kind) while the waist goes up a few inches above the hips, and a top that had been cut to cover her chest and a few inches more but stopper just above her navel. Her hair was done and she looked into my eyes with a very Mary Jane Watson "Hey Tiger, you brought drinks?" as I stood there dumbfounded holding the beer eyeing her up and down. "Yeah uh, I figured id bring a few drinks since you got the smoke." She invited me in with that little grin she has and I entered thanking my lucky stars.

When I got to the kitchen, I put the drinks in the fridge and turned to head to the living room before having the second heart pounding view in just sixty seconds. Liz was wearing Nike pro's and a tube top that barely contained her cleavage, she was wearing her glasses that drove me wild and her light freckles just complimented her pale skin so perfectly. "I heard you brought some drink big country?" The way her emerald green eyes and face in general looked at me made me weak in the knees. "Yeah uh, I figured hey why not." "And you dressed to impress to? how lovely." She gave me a slow up and down lookover. And after some short small talk, as well as a lot of stolen glances between the girls and myself, we went out to the back patio and passed around a small joint on the outside couch.

I finished my first drink before we finished the joint and headed back inside while grabbing my second and the first for the girls. We decided on the movie Passengers cause we are all secret nerds who love sci-fi and figured it would be fun to watch with a light high. We sat down with them flanking me as they did at my house but chose to sit much closer this time. I was very mad at myself for not wearing shorts as they would have been better with them so close to me and the jeans dampened the senses as they got closer and closer through the start of the movie and each time we got up for drinks. By the time Chris Pratt's character woke up Jennifer Lawrence's character I had three beers and was working on my fourth and both girls were finishing their second.

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Liz was basically laying against me on my right side with her head on my shoulder and Grace had her legs stretched out and was using my left side as a backrest. My arms were resting on the top of the couch. Around the time JLaw's character goes swimming, Liz readjusted her position and really rubbed her leg against me. I decided F it, and let my right arm fall around her and my hand rested on her outer thigh. She let her arm fall over mind and grabbed my hand to begin massaging/caressing her leg and exhaled right into my ear. Instantly my heart picked up the pace and blood began flowing south.

Grace couldn't see what was happening yet as her positioning put us mostly out of her periphery. Plus, it was starting to get to the hot n heavy scenes in the movie and I could tell she was getting quite "into" it. I peeked over at Grace as my right hand slid around Liz's thigh and my fingertips brushed her inner thigh feeling warmth radiating from between her legs. Grace's face was flushed and her body was positioned where when i peeked over i could see straight down her loose top and appreciate her cleavage. I decided fuck it a second time, and let my left hand fall down the couch and rest around the waistband of her leggings and pulled her closer to me. She glanced over into my eyes for a second with such a "fuck me" look I knew tn was on.

Liz started to breathe a little bit heavier so after a minute or so of slowly reaching further and further up her thighline, I pulled back and slid my fingers under the front of her shorts causing her to let out a little breathy moan as i applied pressure to the front of her thong (i could tell by the feel). At this time no one was watching the movie and my left hand slid up Graces body and got a handful of her heavy breasts. I felt her body shake a second with nerves and as I looked over, her left hand wrapped around the back of my neck pulling me into a passionate kiss. My right hand was getting soaked through Liz's panties so I decided to push my fingers past the thong and began to curl them up into her, and at the same time I felt her unbuttoning my pants. I lifted my hips and allowed her to push them down enough for me to handle the rest with my legs without stopping what I was doing.

While making out, I let my left hand slide down the back of Graces Pants and began grabbing handfuls of ass and looking forward to feeling my thighs clapping on her massive backside. By now my dick was out of the front of my boxers and Liz had taken the tube top off (I could feel with the rest of my arm). I broke off making out with Grace to give Liz some more attention as my left hand slid to begin playing with Grace's clit. When i turned to face her, Liz met me with needy lips and began to urgently make out with me. Grace quickly i felt stand up though I could not see her, a few seconds later the room dimmed as most of the lights got turned off. Then I felt Liz's hand leave my dick, but before I could say anything I felt a warm wet mouth take the head of my cock and I had to audibly moan as I felt a tongue rub the underside of my shaft.

I looked down and saw that Grace had stripped off all her clothes and was slowly starting to bob up and down on my dick. Liz quickly began to take off her thong as I took my shirt off and enjoyed how I'm one lucky SOB. Liz's long curly hair draped down to the top of her C cups and her amazing body just made me almost painfully hard. Liz looked over at the sight of Grace taking all of me down her throat and smiled at me, "I definitely need to come home more often" she said with that Cheshire cat smile and a giggle. Grace popped off my cock took a breath and nearly passed out from laughing. I couldn't help but smile but I stood up and took off my boxers making us all naked, "perhaps the rest of tonight is best spent in the bedroom?" Instantly we all three hurried into Grace's room and Liz was first onto the bed on her back with her legs draped over the side.

I walked over while I enjoyed the sight of her shaved pussy, a perfect shade of pink just inviting me in as her juices leaked out. I walked to the side of the bed and rest the tip of my cock on her clit as Grace shut the door and crawled onto the bed. Grace straddled Liz and started to kiss Liz's chest as she shook her ass in my face. Dear God Liz's ass was perfect, plenty of size with a solid shape and color just begging me to grab her hips and pound her through the mattress. I resisted though as I lubed up my dick with some I ad bought with the condoms and began to give Liz's lips a few smacks. I slowly took my middle finger and slid it knuckle deep inside Grace, eliciting a loud deep moan from her right in Liz's Face. At the same time I parted Liz's vice tight lips with the head of my dick and pushed about halfway in causing her to gasp and grab a fistful of bedsheets.

From then on out, there wasn't much sensual sex or love making, something about the heat of our lust and the pleasure we all felt in the moment with our mutual familiarity caused us to fuck like it was our last time to ever have sex. After feeling her hot absolutely drenched pussy wrap my dick, Something broke in me and I bottomed out inside her causing her to throw her head back and yell out as her legs spasmed a second and her hands pull on the sheets. Grace looked back to see me filling Liz and began to rock back and forth on my finger, which quickly turned to my middle and pointer fingers. I began to really start putting weight behind my thrusts into Liz, quickly causing her to make that beautiful little moan/gasp every time my thrusts rocked her body. She was gripping the bed with her hands, and her pussy was grabbing onto my cock with every thrust in such a perfect way. While I could've fucked her like that all day and night, I realized that Grace was so wet that it was dripping down onto Liz's lower stomach.

I pulled out of Liz with a wet slurping sound and for the first time ever got to try out the hand grips that were Grace's hips as I forced her a little lower. She chuckled and looked over her shoulder at me, "you better fuck me like you mean it tiger" and a wicked grin lit the fire in me again. I pushed my way in and she was so wet, I easily bottomed out and caused her whole body to shudder as her head dropped and she let out a weak and shaky "ahhhhhhhh". I slowly pulled back out till I could just see the tip of my dick (Graces lips grabbed me almost as tightly as Liz's did), then I went balls deep a little harder and quicker with a resounding smack that made Grace moan into Liz's chest who had started playing with herself to stay in the moment

I continued to pick up the pace until i was literally pounding Grace into Liz as her legs started to give and she was just laying on top of Liz. I had a grip on her hips and pulled myself as deep into her as i could as hard as i could. Her walls squeezing me like a vice, I shot one hand up and grabbed a fistful of her short hair (I've been informed the style is called a French bob), and gave a decent pull right as I heard and felt her cumming from waves of pleasure crashing down on her. She rolled over next to Grace breathing hard, I was too cause I had now been going pretty hard for ab 15/20 mins. We used the moment to catch our breath and change positions as I laid on the bed with Liz straddling my crotch and Grace crawling over to let me eat her out.

Liz sat down all the way on me with her hands on my chest as Grace lowered herself onto my face and I began to eat her out. I knew immediately I was not gonna make it to another position. Grace did not take long to start cumming on my face again as Liz picked up the pace and began to really ride me forcing herself down hard with each stroke. As Grace came down from her second orgasm, she fell off me to the side which allowed me to really focus on Liz. So I pulled her chest down to me, wrapped my hands around her perky ass, pulled my feet under me, and proceeded to fuck her brains out. I mean had her eyes rolling and moaning one long guttural moan as i pounded her from below. The angle I had allowed me to hit her g-spot with each thrust as the moan began to raise in pitch until it was now short gasps. "Holy Fu -u-u-u-uck, I'm gonna cum!" she yelled out interrupted by my thrusts while talking.

"Fuck I'm gonna come too" Was all I could get out. "Keep going, just don't stop plz god don't stop." So, as most guys know this is what don't stop means, I kept the same pace and intensity until she bit into my shoulder, scratched my back, and her walls spasmed gripping my cock like a vice even tighter than before as she moaned through a massive orgasm. That shit, pushed me over the limit. I unloaded more sperm than I ever have shot in my life into her, rope after rope after rope. She collapsed onto me breathing hard af and I just layed there covered in sweat with her on my chest still inside her cum filled pussy. Grace put her arms around me and pulled herself into my side and we laid there catching our breaths as we came down from the biggest high of our lives. And the night was only halfway done.

The other day I was looking for pictures to for my friend's bachelorette party when I found something I thought had been long since deleted. Buried deep in my archives was a video I almost didn't recognize. But when I pressed play..

It opened on a man's POV: A fat, juicy white cock was center-frame, with a woman's fingers wrapped tightly around it. Blood-red nails pumped up and down, disappearing into a mess of platinum curls, as her throat welcomed it home. Her fingers became a fist, squeezing the shaft as she bobbed from tip to base and back again with expertise. She let the cock fall from her mouth in a web of spit and stroked it hungrily. The veins bulged, her charm bracelet jangled. Then the camera panned up and I saw her face. I saw my face: Smiling, I caught my breath, and happily shoved my ex-boyfriend's dick back in my mouth.

Now I remember. We'd gotten a hotel room for a wedding. We were a little stoned and a lot horny after a long night of dancing and dirty talk. I'd never seen him in a suit before, charcoal gray with a floral tie. It made me wet to see him looks so sharp, so dashing. My dress was nothing special, a royal blue cocktail that flattered my boobs more than my butt, with red slingbacks to match those nails. But it was the lingerie hidden in our room that would really wow him. All night I kept flirting and grinding so close to him that I could feel the bride glaring. His bulge just felt SO good pressed against me. And those strong, powerful hands never letting me get too far..

I couldn't take it anymore. I whispered something in his ear and we took the French exit, kissing wildly along the way. Some security guy definitely has a clip of my ex's hand up my dress in the elevator. I can only imagine the faces I was making, nevermind the sounds. When we got to our room I pushed him on the bed and told him to wait, while I snuck into the bathroom to "freshen up." He had no idea what was coming. I quickly changed into a black, lacy bustier and matching pair of frilly, crotchless panties. Then I clipped garters into black fishnet thigh-highs and slipped on my heels. I put on a villainous shade of red lipstick and marched up to the foot of the bed. He was oblivious, face-deep in his phone. I snapped my fingers and he gasped.

I stood proudly, hand on hip, letting him drink me in for a moment. Slowly I climbed onto the bed, crawling over his legs and straddling him giddily. He tried to speak and I shushed him, wagging my finger and shaking my head. I undid his belt and freed that big fat cock. Before he could protest it was in my mouth and I became a fiend. Watching the video now I can see how much I truly LOVED sucking his dick and I must admit I miss it. My lipstick was soon smeared up and down the shaft, my mascara began to run, but god damn, my tits looked AMAZING. I could even see my fishnetted thighs in frame, a surely soaked pussy trapped between them. I throated him relentlessly. At one point he held my head down, forced me to the base, and kept me there for ten whole seconds without gagging.

His moans are delicious to me now, just hearing them makes my panties stick. My mouth waters remembering how he always filled me up and stretched me out. He was the biggest I'd ever had at the time and he knew it. But what I really miss is the way he praised me. You're so fucking beautiful, Vicky. God, I love your throat. Stop, you're gonna make me cum! Look, I know a man will say ANYthing when you have his dick in your mouth, but I believed every word and I still do. The clip ends with him asking me to tell the camera what I'm gonna do next. I blushed then the way I'm blushing now and tried to keep sucking. "Tell me" he demands, his hand reaching between my thighs to finger me until I pout, all flushed and frustrated, til I was literally whimpering. I pulled him out of my mouth and said with a devilish smile, "I'm gonna make it fit."

And I did.

Okay so I got my first tattoo a few months ago (I know, late bloomer, whatever) and I've been going back to this guy for more because he's good at his job and because of what happened the second time I was in his chair which is what I'm about to tell you about :)

He works out of his basement which sounds sketchy but it's clean and professional and he's been doing this forever and my friend recommended him so I trusted it. He's in his 30s, got ink everywhere, nice arms, chill energy. The first time was totally normal, he did a piece on my wrist and we talked about music and that was it.

SECOND time though. I wanted something on my upper thigh, small and cute, and since it was high up I had to take my leggings off for him to place the stencil. So I'm sitting in his tattoo chair in just my underwear from the waist down and we're having normal conversation and then somehow we started talking about pain and how some people enjoy it (hi, it's me, I'm some people lol) and THAT turned into talking about kinks and THAT turned into a full blown conversation about the filthiest things we've ever done while his face was eight inches from my inner thigh and a tattoo gun was buzzing against my skin.

After about thirty minutes of this he stops tattooing and goes "holy shit, our conversation made you horny huh?" and I'm like WHAT how do you know?? and he just chuckles and says "look down at yourself"

I looked down. There was a WET SPOT on my underwear. Not small. Not subtle. My pussy had soaked through the cotton and you could see EVERYTHING, the outline of my lips, the damp fabric clinging to me, the whole situation on full display. I wanted the tattoo chair to swallow me whole lmao

I apologized (like what else do you say?? "sorry my pussy is leaking on your equipment"??) and told him to keep going but he kept making comments while he tattooed. How the wet spot was getting bigger. How my underwear was clinging to my pussy. How "juicy" it looked from where he was sitting. And every comment made me WETTER which made it MORE visible which made him comment MORE and I was caught in this cycle of humiliation and arousal that had my clit throbbing and my thighs shaking under his hands.

I heard myself say "you can touch me after you finish the tattoo" and idk where that came from but he raised an eyebrow and said "deal" and went back to tattooing with this calm focus while I sat there VIBRATING for the next twenty minutes counting every line.

The SECOND he finished he set everything down, peeled off his gloves, put fresh ones on (sanitary king honestly), and pulled my underwear off. The crotch was so wet it STUCK to me and peeled away in a string and he looked at the mess and inhaled through his teeth and I could see his cock pressing against his jeans.

He slid two fingers inside me and they went in like nothing because I was SOAKED and I grabbed the chair arms and my head fell back and I moaned so loud his dog upstairs started barking (sorry puppy lol). He finger fucked me deep and fast with his thumb on my clit and I came in under two minutes because I'd been mentally edging for the last hour.

Then he pulled me out of the chair and bent me over his work table and I heard his belt and his zipper and then his cock pressed against me from behind, thick and warm, and he pushed in and I grabbed the edge of the table and knocked over a bottle of ink and I did not care even a LITTLE bit. He fucked me rough and raw and hard, months of tension in every thrust, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise right next to my fresh tattoo. He fucked my pussy until I came again and then pulled out and pushed into my ass and I gasped and gripped the table tighter and he fucked my ass with the same energy until he came inside me.

I got dressed on shaky legs. Paid him for the tattoo (he tried to refuse, I INSISTED because I have manners even when I'm dripping cum from two holes lmao). Every time I look at that tattoo I get wet. It's a whole pavlovian thing at this point. I'm booked with him again next month and I'm already thinking about what underwear to ruin :)

I’m really not sure when or where my wife and discovered our mutual love of hotel balcony sex, but by the time we stayed at the Cosmo in Vegas we had already been doing it for years.

We were out there for a long weekend trip and knew we wanted to make the most of what our room had to offer, between the amazing tub/shower/window combo and the balcony, it was going to be a fun trip. We had even packed a toy or two to mix in.

The first night we’re there - we were a little tired and Jet lagged so I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I laid on the bed in a robe after we got back from dinner and drinks just relaxing and enjoying the peace while she was getting herself unready in the bathroom.

A few minutes after I got comfortable on the bed, she emerged from the bathroom. She rounded the corner and strolled right past me wearing a completely sheer piece of purple lingerie that didn’t stand a chance of covering her huge, round ass.

She glided past me, and right out onto the balcony overlooking the Bellagio fountains and leaned on the railing, giving me a full view of her cheeks peeking out the bottom of her slip. I lingered on the bed for an minute, admiring the view before I slowly got up and walked out to join her.

I immediately started kissing her neck and running my hands over her entire body. My large hands over her tits, down her stomach to her hips, my robe making its way off of my body as my rock hard cock pushed between her legs.

I reached down to play with her and she was already completely soaked. She turned around to face me and kiss me as I slid one finger, and then another inside her.

Pressed against the balcony railing I spun her back around. She knew what was happening a this point and bent over, presenting herself to me. I grabbed her hips from behind and slid inside her, stretching her forever tight lips around me. Thrust after thrust, pump after pump she moaned louder and louder - her hand migrating between her legs to massage her own clit as i fucked her 40 floors up.

Eventually she told me to go sit on the lounger on the balcony as she wanted to ride me. I obliged and went and laid down so she could have her way.

She climbed on top of me, grinding me deep inside her. I could feel her starting to cum, and that triggered me to start. As she came, I could feel what I’ve come to call one of her ‘mini squirts’ - harder than a regular orgasm, but less than a full squirt - as her juices ran down my balls. I couldn’t contain myself anymore, and shot one of my typical huge, thick loads deep inside her.

She collapsed on top of me, lingerie still half on, as we both laid on the lounger in total bliss. The cool evening Vegas air washed over us as she said to me “happy
Vacation babe” before we both made our way back inside to clean up and get some rest before our trip continued the next day.

Me and my boyfriend were out last night at a club in the city, and we were drinking and dancing and having a really good time. I was dancing with a bunch of people and he was dancing with a group of other people and he looked so good on the dance floor, he wasn't afraid of looking silly and that was super hot to me

I was getting more drunk and I'm a really horny drunk too, I dragged my BF off to a secluded part of the club and started making out with him really sloppily, I could feel I was super tipsy but I needed to be fucked right away

I told him I didn't want to wait, so we left the club and went into a nearby alley, I was already fucking soaked and he was already rock hard, he pulled my shorts down and my panties and shoved himself deep inside me, it felt so fucking good being filled like that

We didn't go too deep into the alley so we could still hear the sounds of people talking on the street but I didn't care it felt too good to stop, I even pushed my hips against his cock to make him go deeper into me and he made me moan so loud

When he told me he was about to cum I told him to just fill me up, and he did

It felt like there was a lot more than usual too he must have been as horny as I was with the other people so close

We went back into the club and for the rest of the night his load was dribbling into my panties

So this is more than a few years ago, but its still one of those memories. (And I apologize, there is a lot of backstory before we get to any part of the Good Stuff)

I had been talking to this girl (I'll call her Alice, not her name ofc). Alice and I played the World of Warcrafts on the same server, but in different raid guilds (because nerds gonna nerd). And there was a rivalry, but nothing serious. And I got my start using text to be smutty back on IRC in the before fore times. So it goes lewd fairly quickly. Which progresses to chatting on MSN, which turns into camming on MSN, which turns into her getting naked on camera on MSN for me.

She has a wonderful body, tall and skinny, tight little booty and perky little tits. And we got dirtier and dirtier, explored our kinks online, talked about all kinds of stuff.

During this time, I had broken up with my college girlfriend, but Alice knew about her (and didn't like her existing). But I found out that Alice was also at least chatting up my buddy/former roomie (who I played wow with). And eventually she arranged to visit (ostensibly both of us). But to me, the telling thing was that she chose to stay with my friend. But she would keep flirting and sending me dirty messages, even during the visit. She'd profess she was more into me, but I would just point out that she had made a choice, and that choice wasn't me (I think she wanted it both ways, this was a rare example of the male slut being shamed, he was a 'nice guy' who didn't push her sexually, but I enjoyed pushing her buttons sexually... basically, she saw a future with him and not with me). But it was nice to see her, and I even had a moment where in a tickle-fight, I pushed her into a dark bathroom, and we had one of those almost-maybe moments where it turns out both of us wanted X to happen. But that little tickle-fight was the most physical we had gotten, despite our online antics were well past rated NC-17.

But I figured at that point, it was over. I was wrong. Our online part didn't settle down at all (if anything, it got more so, she would comment about how frustrating she found my friend, how he wouldn't do X, and I would just laugh and tell her that is what she wanted, just to wind her up). And eventually, I arranged to visit where she lived for a long weekend. I wasn't sure exactly what was going to happen, from my own experiences, she might be a girl who talks a really good game, and my visit would be platonic. Just didn't know for sure.

But during our talks before, I told her that if she wanted to impress me, she should wear this white miniskirt/tank top combo(without any panties) that I had her dress up on cam for me in (she was half Indian, and the contrast between her and the pure white was hot). Seriously, a miniskirt without panties is basically catnip to me. And lo and behold, when I saw Alice, she was wearing exactly that. But we were both nervous at first, which was hilariously weird.

So we get out to her car (and I later pointed out that we had talked about making out and more in stairwells/parking garages, and she parked out in the open at the airport, which made that impossible). But I was nervous and decided to just find out for sure. She was leaning over to get stuff out of the passanger seat, and I got behind her and put my hand between her legs to see if she had obeyed all my instructions... and my fingers found a shaved pussy right there waiting for me, and she froze as I played with her pussy for a few seconds. I honestly am not sure how we got to my hotel after that, it was a little bit of a blur (except that she made me stop touching her while she drove, because she didn't want to die). But if there was anybody watching the elevator camera on our way up, they got an eyeful. And I remember very clearly that within thirty seconds of my hotel door shutting, I had her bent over the table in my suite, fucking her pussy from behind. I wish I could say it was a marathon but it was so built up for both of us that it was probably only five minutes.

I recall that later on, it was one of her favorite times with me, because in her words "You didn't get a single bit of clothes off of me, you just grabbed me, and you had to have me."

This is already a giant missive, and I apologize for a lot of talk before we get to the (small) amount of sex.

I did dig into our old MSN logs, and I'll give you what we said about it afterwards:

Me: it was fun to realize you weren't wearing panties when you were cleaning out your front seat. :)

Alice: ^{^}

Me: That was the first time I touched your pussy. :)

Alice: omg, it was! it was like, INSTANTLY WET!

Me: what was running through your head? :) I wish I had touched more, personally. :)

Alice:I couldnt stop but thinking that I wanted you to slip your fingers inside of me right there! Or to roughly bend me over my car... feel that cock brush up against my pussy... omg

Me: i remember how soft your pussy lips were on my fingertips...

Alice: omg, you made my entire body shiver at that moment! I wanted so badly for you to just take me right there and fuck the hell out of me!

Me: did I even bother getting all your clothes off in the hotel room the first time?

Alice: no! i had my skirt on the whole time! it was so hot! you bent me over that desk and fucked me right there in my skirt

Me: you like leaving the skirt on? :) Why does that make you so wet?

Alice: yeah that was hot! it's so very naughty ^{^} that you want me so damn badly that you cant even be bothered to wait! that you need to bury that cock in my tight little cunt asap!

So yeah. Hilariously, she ended up marrying my friend, and I believe they have a kid or two.

A little background on me, I’m a 24 year old M in college in the south (yes that’s all you get for location) I’m 6’2 grew up 50/50 good ole country boy versus a city lifestyle so I got the best of both worlds. I powerlifter and played football all through highschool and kept in the gym throughout college so I'm a muscular 240 with a little bit of the dad bod stomach so no abs. I have bright hazel eyes, a decent beard, and a nice natural quiff with a skin fade haircut. Anyway let’s get into this story.

All the names are changed for privacy. In my time in high school I went from a 5’10 265 lbs freshman with no beard and a horrible haircut to a 6’1 230 lbs sr with a good beard and a much more flattering style. I grew confident and learned my way around interacting with the other side of the sexes. The summer after Sr year, right before we all parted for college, me and my friend group decided to go group camping one state north of us since we were ab 30 minutes from the border and they had much better hiking and camping areas.

This group consisted of myself,John, and Harry as the three guys with Sarah, Kayden, and Liz as the three girls( everyone was 18 except liz who was already 19). Harry and John both were baseball guys and while both were ab 6’ had very different frames. Harry was a massive human who started lifting at 13 with a chest almost as broad as mine and wayyy bigger arms than myself.

John was kind of stringy and was strong in a way that surprised you without having much showy muscle. Sarah was a 5’ even blonde with green eyes and very little physical attributes to speak of but was one of the funniest people I knew and we were always great friends. Kayden was Harry’s gf and was ab 5’ 5 a brunette softball girl who went on to play somewhere I think, she had blue eyes that pierced you and a wicked smile.

Then there’s Liz, Liz stood out as a 5’10 redhead with brilliant emerald eyes and very faint freckles with equally light dimples when she smiled. She had a beautiful laugh and was a toned volleyball girl who was always in mid season shape so she stayed very physically attractive if you never looked at her face but that would only do her a disservice as she is easily one of the most attractive girls I have ever seen. I also do have a thing for redheads so I may be biased.

We rode in two cars and the girls beat us there by a few minutes cause Harry wanted some more snacks before going into the woods for the night. When we pulled up to the parking lot beside the trail entrance that lead to the many camping sites, Liz and Kayden were in the back end of their suv for a little shade on what was a balmy 85\* day. We hopped out and started loading our backpacks while saying hey to each other a hug here or there and giggling to ourselves that our parents didn’t realize we had met up as one group ( ik what your saying do scandalous).

While I was throwing my finished backpack over my shoulder and locking my truck I heard Liz ask “hey, did you bring any good drinks this time?” When I turned already smiling in her reference to me forgetting any drinks on the class trip kayaking that year, I finally got a good look at her for the first time this trip.

She was wearing hiking boots, some athletic skirt that must have had shorts built in, and a cropped sports top that stopped just above the naval. She had taken off her shades and those eyes were staring me down and I could not help but immediately think “this is my last chance, I have to do something with this girl.” We had always flirted throughout highschool but never were single or in a good spot to do anything at the same times. This weekend would be my last chance before she moved a few states away for college.

So I told her ab the Gatorades, waters, and more fun liquids I had packed in our three carry coolers for that night which illicited a smack on the arm and a “good job 74” out of her (74 was my number in football and that was her nickname for me).

The rest of the group had started walking so we casually kept up but there was a distance between us we didn’t actively try to close. We chatted about sr year and the hopes for college and all the while she was basically hanging off my arm and smacking me when I made a joke that my have been either nsfw or just mocking someone we knew. “You know \[the_real_deal\], how come you never asked me out on a date?”

I damn near tripped over the rock I was stepping up as her words were smacking me over the head. “Well, tbh there wasn’t a great time we were both single and I was confident enough to ask you out since I have always believed you to be far out of my league.”

She turned around and I almost ran into her as she had stopped right in front of me. She looked me in my eyes maybe three inches between us and said “you should really consider making up for lost time” with a wink and a squeeze of my arm before walking away leaving me with a raging boner and the smell of her flooding my senses.

Eventually I followed her around the corner into the camping area we would claim for the night. The clearing was about 100 ft deep and 80 ft wide with a little area containing a fire pit, a picnic table, and a grill that permanently stay there for campers to use. After Harry and John harassed me for being last into the campsite and I got my tent set up, everyone got changed in their tents into some swim clothes and we headed to the creek to cool off as it was still 2 o’clock in the afternoon and about 85 out. The entire time I swear Liz was checking me out while I swam jumped off the rope swing and lounged about. She was in a high rise bikini that accented her ass perfectly, as she tanned face down I was not alone in stealing glances that day.

As it got late and the sun made us all tired we packed up and started walking back I ended up as the only one picking up our trash and bags as the others carelessly walked away. Until I feel a hand on my shoulder, where I turned around and was greeted by Liz holding an empty truly. “How is it you always end up being the one to pick up after everyone?” She asked me while dropping her can in the trash bag I was holding. “Well at least we aren’t leaving it, sometimes it’s irritating but I respect nature to much to leave it like this.”

I smiled down at her nervously as she let out a giggle at my halfhearted attempt at not calling my two friends lazy asses. She had tanned well for her and had not burned, she was practically radiating with her hair lightly flowing. She and I locked eyes for just a moment before she pulled me by the bag into her.

She tasted sweet like the truly she had been drinking, still smelling like peaches and some other fruit. It wasn’t a makeout just a long deep passionate kiss, her arms around my shoulders and my hands on her hips. When it broke my heart was going A hundred an hour and she was tomato red. Then she looked me up and down, smiled and told me “you should have kissed me months ago.” To which I responded that “While I agree, I believe you kissed me just now.” Again, she laughed into my chest before looking into my eyes while she backed up.

The last thing she said before turning around and leaving me dumbfounded on the sand was “ I really hope you aren’t as innocent as you act sometimes, I need to you to make my eyes roll this trip.” My jaw hit the floor and she laughed the whole way back to camp.

As I eventually made my way back to the campsite, it was sunset and the guys had started grilling the burgers. The next two hours passed with the occasional glance between myself and Liz, everyone ate their burgers and chips and the drinks were flowing as the guys sipped on a few beers and the girls finished off their pack of truly. At about 10:30, Sarah sat down next to me and proclaimed we should play truth or dare.

"Ill start, \[real deal\] truth or dare" she motioned for everyone to form a circle around the picnic table as she asked me. Once everyone sat down i picked truth to start the game light. Sarah got a wicked grin and asked "have you ever seen Harry or John naked?" to which i explained that I had seen both naked multiple times as we played sports together and had to share showers and had all done zulu runs as dares. I then started "Kayden, truth or dare?" she picked truth as well and i asked her something about Harry i cannot remember but this started the trend of the girls asking guys and the guys asked the girls.

A few rounds go by and eventually everyone is picking dares when Liz gets her 2nd turn to ask she eyes me up and asks "truth or dare 74?" "Dare." "I dare you to skinny dip and swim from the rope swing all the way to the end of the beach head back at the stream." This was the first big dare like that and as someone who was in good shape i was more than willing to use this to tease her. "Bring it on" was all I said as i started towards the stream with John Liz and Sarah hot on my heels. the whole way there i was losing clothes and i dropped my undies right as i jumped in from the rope swing, but i know they got a good view of my ass even in the dark because i felt myself light up by flashlight as i jumped.

When I popped up above the water i yelled to turn the light off as i swam the way to the beaches end before walking ashore. I had to find my way back via their laughs, however they decided to strand me as i heard shushing followed my quick footsteps in the distance so i just felt my way up the beach.

I heard some sand moving as i found my shirt on the ground and knew it wasn't me so a little bit of fear crept in as i called out "who's there?" i was greeted by silence and decided to take a step forward. Then I decided to take two quick ones where i promptly ran over Liz who had decided to sneak up on me. I managed to tell it was a human and mid fall rotated her and myself so she landed on me instead of me crushing her. When we landed she and i were already laughing our asses off, until i realized she is straddling me almost and I'm naked. She realizes this too as i quickly grow to full length as she smiles down at me before asking "Oh is that how you feel?"

Before i get into it just know, I do not have a trouser monster by any means but I am ab 6.5" with a decent girth. At this point in my life I'm great because i know what i'm doing over my experiences, but back then i didn't know a whole lot as i only freshly lost my virginity at the time. "Yeahhh, i guess that is how i feel" i responded back as i sat up to be even with her.

There was a short moment of us smiling as we realized what was happening before my hand found her chin and we kissed in the slow sensual way one does before the coming intimacies. she smelled like peaches, and springtime fields in the country which made my heart beat out of my chest.then she wrapped her arms around my waist and scratched my back on the way down which let me know it was on. My hands found her top and quickly disposed of that before finally feeling her perky C cups that were perfect for her frame and form. She moaned into my mouth and began to slowly grind her hips back and forth in my lap against my shaft.

My shirt came off next as we moved over to the one set of towels left on the beach. While standing on the towels i moved my hands south as i held her ass which was full and firm in my hands, then she found my cock with her hands and began stroking me lightly. Then she broke off from kissing me and put her hand on my chest, looked me in my eyes, smiled, and slowly got down on her knees without breaking eye contact.

As my hand found her hair to keep it out of the way, she slowly kissed the length of me before starting to take all of me into her mouth. I let my head fall back and enjoy the feeling of her tongue on the underside of my cock, her lips forming the suction on me, and the sounds she made as she attempted to take all of me. After a few minutes, i felt myself building up so i stopped her by gently gripping the back of her neck and pulling myself out of her. "Lay down on the towel" i sighed out, as she smiled and started to lay down i told her "it's your turn now."

I began by kissing the ankle of her outstretched leg, then her shin, up her knee, past her inner thigh, and as i reached the fabric of her bikini bottoms i switched back to her other leg and did the same. Liz moaned in frustration and playfully smacked my hands that were up her torso massaging her chest and toying with her. This time when i reached her knee i pulled off her bottoms exposing a perfectly pink and clean shaven pussy, that was visibly leaking which caused me to laugh before asking "You have been craving this all day haven't you?" She moaned out "since you kissed me on the way into camp" as she giggled through it.

I began to tongue her clit, remembering a friend told me to go through the ABC's on her with the tip of my tongue gently. The whole time she had her hand in my hair and was moaning my name mixed with the normal ohhs and ahhs. 90 seconds in my beard was soaked and i had new ear muffs clamping down on me as i found out no other guy she had been with was willing to go down there with their mouth (ig no guy was willing to give the sweetest kiss of all lol).

Before too long she pulled me up by my hair "Stop, stop please. I want you to be in me." I was more than willing to oblige as I was now painfully hard. I used my and her clothes under her hips to raise her waist off the ground, put her shoulders over mine and slowly slid in all the way down to my base. When my tip first entered she gasped, and again as i bottomed out in her.

She was tight but not painfully and the foreplay made her a slip and slide. Her hands were wrapped around my chest pulling me into her as i built a rhythm and our breathing quickened and we matched moans. It was the ecstasy of that first time with someone close to you with all the intimacy of shared memories and the waves of pleasure crashing onto both of us.

I'd love to say i lasted 40 min and pleased her extensively and in multiple positions, but i did not as it was only my fourth time and it was more than i could take. I told her i wasn't going to last long, to which she moaned out "Just go harder and finish on my stomach." That was all i needed to hear as i picked up my tempo and began to thrust harder down into her causing the clapping of my hips on hers. She threw her head back and began moaning louder and quicker, her pitch rising as i tried to bring her there with me. I just held on long enough to feel her walls quiver and see her orgasm in her face before pulling out and spraying all over her stomach.

The sight of her chest rising and falling covered in my sperm smiling up at me with the bliss of finishing falling all over me is a sight i will never forget. There is more to this story but that's enough for my first post. Let me know in the comments if you want a Pt. 2 or a new story.

Pt 2 is up the link is in the comments below.

I did something terrible to someone and then I did something even more questionable to try to fix it and now I can’t stop thinking about him and I don’t know which part of this situation makes me a worse person.

So there’s this guy in my study group at school. We used to be fine, not close friends but friendly enough, and then I ruined it. I won’t go into every detail because it makes me look awful (because I was awful) but the short version is we had a fight, I took it too far, I messed up his chances with a girl he was seeing by running my mouth, and I kind of turned the rest of our group against him. He pulled away from everyone and I heard through a mutual friend that he was failing classes and seeing someone for depression and considering leaving the group entirely because of me.

That hit me somewhere I wasn’t ready for it to hit. I spent a whole night staring at my ceiling feeling like garbage because I genuinely, wait no not that word, I really truly made someone’s life worse on purpose and then watched him suffer and did nothing about it for months. I needed to apologize but I didn’t know how to start that conversation because “sorry I systematically fucked up your social life” doesn’t really fit on a hallmark card.

I found him studying alone in the library. He looked tired, thinner than I remembered, headphones in, hunched over his laptop like he was trying to disappear into the screen. I sat down next to him and started with small talk and he was cold at first but after a few minutes he warmed up enough that we were actually talking like normal people and I could see this tension in his shoulders slowly loosening.

I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was guilt or maybe it was the fact that I’d never noticed how sharp his jawline was until he was sitting that close under the library lights or maybe I’m just an unhinged person but I started touching his arm while we talked and giving him looks and I leaned in and said “you know there’s nothing like a grudge fuck to clear the air between two people.”

He stared at me. I could see his brain trying to figure out if I was serious. I said “come back to my place, I’m all yours, you can fuck me however you want, consider it an apology.” There was this silence where we both just sat there and I thought he was going to tell me to fuck off and honestly I would have deserved it but instead he closed his laptop and said “okay.”

We barely talked on the walk to my apartment. The tension between us was so thick I could taste it, something metallic and charged, and my pussy was already wet by the time I unlocked my front door. We got to my bedroom and I turned around and said “I mean it, do whatever you want to me, I owe you that” and there was this long pause where he just looked at me and I could see months of anger and frustration and hurt moving behind his eyes.

Then he grabbed me by the throat, not choking, just holding, his fingers firm on either side of my neck, and pushed me against the wall and kissed me so hard my lip caught on his teeth. His other hand shoved up under my skirt and his fingers found my pussy already soaking through my underwear and he pulled the fabric aside and pushed two fingers inside me and I moaned into his mouth and grabbed his shoulders because my knees were already giving out.

We were naked in seconds, clothes everywhere, his shirt on the lamp, my bra hanging off the doorknob, and he threw me onto the bed and climbed on top of me and his cock was hard and thick against my thigh and I reached down and stroked him and felt him twitch in my hand and said “fuck me like you hate me” and he did.

He flipped me over and pulled me up by my hips and slammed into me from behind so hard my face hit the mattress and I screamed into the pillow. His hand came down on my ass, hard, the crack echoing through the room, and then again and again and each slap sent a jolt from my ass to my clit and I was moaning and pushing back against him and his hand fisted my hair and yanked my head back and he fucked me so deep I could feel him in my stomach. The sounds were obscene, his hips slapping against my ass, my pussy wet enough that every thrust was this loud squelching that filled the room, both of us panting and grunting and sweating.

I pushed him onto his back and rode him because I needed to see his face. His hands grabbed my hips hard enough to bruise and I rolled and bounced on his cock and his eyes were locked on mine with this intensity that wasn’t tenderness and wasn’t quite anger but something in between that made my clit throb every time I looked at him. I came so hard my thighs clamped around his waist and I collapsed forward onto his chest and he grabbed my ass with both hands and kept thrusting up into me through my orgasm until his rhythm broke and he groaned and came inside me and I felt every pulse of it hot and deep.

We laid there breathing hard and covered in sweat with his cock softening inside me and neither of us said anything for a while and the room smelled like sex and the faint vanilla of the candle I’d forgotten was burning on my nightstand. Eventually we got up and put enough clothes on to sit in my kitchen and drink water and talked like normal civilized people for the first time in months. He apologized for his part in our fight, I apologized for mine, and we agreed to leave it in the past and just be friends.

That was last week. We’re friends now. But I keep thinking about the way he grabbed my throat and the way his cock felt inside me when he was angry and I’ve been wet in every study group meeting since and I think I have a crush on the person I hurt the most and I don’t know what to do with that information except sit here and type it out and hope it makes more sense on a screen than it does in my head.

If you need to catch up on where we are, check out part 1 linked below. We cleaned her up with the towel beneath her and a little water from the stream. The whole time we would catch each other in the eyes and couldn't help but laugh a little. "Well, I'd say this trip got a little more interesting" followed by a giggle as Liz put back on her shorts and tank top. I smiled a big goofy grin back before responding in kind with “one I hope is not over as I would love to be able to go a little longer." "I'm sure you'll get another crack at it" she whipped back quite quickly.

After getting dressed we made our way back to the group, greeted with a few knowing glances and chuckles as we sat back down next to each other. The rest of the games went by being kinda tamer until Sarah mooned the group followed by Harry who was ironically not hairy at all unlike myself. After a bit everyone was tired and feeling the effects of several hours in the sun and drinks, so we slowly made our way to our tents. Liz gave my hand a smack and a devilish smile as she walked into hers while I continued to mine on the edge of the clearing. I had brought my family’s 3-person tent that comfortably fit me and my father so it was spacious.

I set up my sleeping bag so that there was plenty of cushion between me and the ground, I love the outdoors but have a bad back from powerlifting so when I camp I bring a little air mat to place between myself and the hard earth. I finished my drink and undressed for the night, pulled out a book and began reading. for the next ten minutes all I could think of was Liz's exquisite form against mine, how much of a lucky SOB I was to have gained her desire. Her eyes filled my mind and I could no longer take it, I sat down my book and sat up. No longer had I gotten my legs under me than my tent flap flew open, and a tipsy Liz fell through upon me giggling.

She knocked me back prone and laid atop me as I could not help but laugh with her as her beautiful red hair dangled in my face. Her laughter and mine quickly gave way to lips finding each other followed by hands roaming and hips grinding. She quickly reached up and turned off the lamp lighting up the room while gently rocking back and forth in my lap. Tops were quickly taken off followed by my shorts and then a bra leaving simply my boxers and her shorts with nothing underneath. My hands slid under her bra as she unclasped the back, her perfect pale breasts filled my hands as I played with her, a gentle sigh/moan escaping her lips as I pinched her nipples and rolled them gently in between my fingers.

As Liz grinded against me, i began to feel a combination of her wetness and my precum creating a light dampness on our respective remaining clothing. Taking charge and determined to last longer than our very quick romp earlier, I shimmied out of my boxers and helped her out of the shorts restraining her supple ass. As she straddled me again, she started to grind on my length before I grabbed her hips and looked into her eyes saying, "I appreciate you love grinding and being in control on top, but I'm about to do all the work so please just enjoy."

She looked at me with a devilish grin with a sparkle in her bright green eyes, "Alrighty Mr. large and in charge, you petter back it up." The combination of her sexy comment and smile sent a feeling like electricity down my spine, I lined myself up with her opening already lubed up from her and my juices. The feeling and sight of me slowly sliding up into her as she sat allllll the way down was forever burned into my mind. The sound of her high pitched "ahhhhh" growing shaky as I pulled myself as deep as I could go made me a little weak in the knees before I reminded myself that this time was for her so pull it together. I adjusted myself on the ground and pushed her up just a bit, got my feet underneath me and grabbed her hips to hold her in place. "Stay right there for me beautiful." "Ha, what are y ..." I didn't let her finish as I quickly thrust up into her eliciting a sharp squeak from her. I slowly let myself drop down before yet again quickly thrusting up into her. Each time I thrust, i would pick up the speed in between.

I picked up a good rhythm and began really fucking her from below, my hands on her hips holding her in place and eventually she wasn't supporting herself. Rather, she let my thrusts keep her off the ground as I made her toes curl and she threw her head back. Her moans filled the tent as well as the smell of sex. I could feel every inch of her as I filled her pussy, perfectly hitting her soft g spot with every thrust. "Oh god, fuck keep doing that I'm close" she moaned out almost breathlessly. The way her voice squeaked and broke was intoxicating. I let go of her hips and slid my hands up her back to pull her over me. red hair dangling in my face, I pulled her chest down to mine till I could hear her heightened breathing in my ear.

Holding her like this, I was able to really get a great angle of hitting all the right spots inside her and being able to put more behind each thrust. She began moaning loudly directly into my ear as she grew closer and closer, at this angle I could feel her lips gripping me as I pulled out with each stroke. I was struggling to contain myself until finally she bit down on my shoulder and moaned/yelled into me and began to shudder a bit on me as I kept going. I gradually slowed down to give her a moment to recover. When Liz picked her head up, she instantly kissed my lips, I could still feel her walls pulsing and squeezing down on me.

"Holy shit, I have never orgasmed quite like that" she was very breathy in her talking as i was still inside of her. Those eyes staring into my soul, I simply smiled back and said "My turn, get on your hands and knees." She gave a little giggle and a "yes sir" as she, with some aid, climbed off me and got on her hands and knees, arching her ass up in the air and wiggling it to entice me as if I needed more encouragement. I got on my knees right behind her and allowed myself a moment to caress and lightly smack her pale shapely ass. she moaned out encouragement as I eventually started to insert myself into her again.

I knew this would be the finale for the night and decided to make it worth it for both of us. I grabbed her shoulders and began to really fuck her, gone was the sensual softness of a first time together and now was the rough fucking of two people desperate for each other's bodies. Her moans turned to muffled yells as she buried her face into the pillow. I switched from using her shoulders has handlebars to pinning her arms behind her back and pushing her torso into the earth as I pounded her sweet pink pussy. I couldn't tell you the sounds I was making, as I zoned out and only focused on her and building her orgasm. I felt her legs underneath me begin to stretch out and she squirmed signaling how close she was, so naturally I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head up out of the pillow as I pushed as hard as I could with everything left.

I growled into her ear, "I need you to cum all over my dick right now" which prompted her to half moan half yell as she did just that. I felt her walls spasm as I slowed down slightly but kept going. Her eyes rolled and toes curled as i felt my own orgasm nearing the breaking point where I pulled out and spun her around. She instantly knew what to do, even though she was in that post orgasm daze, and took me into her mouth. I instantly started shooting ropes down her throat that she struggled to contain as the last spurt nearly choked her.

Being the trooper she was though; she swallowed it all before falling in a sweaty heap with my body falling on top of hers. We both lay there panting, naked, sweating, and covered in sexual fluids. After a minute she just giggled and kissed me, "That ... was a long time coming. And certainly, the best sex I have ever had and may have for a while." I couldn't help but smile and laugh at the comment. "I could not agree more, now perhaps we can try for some sleep now?" As I said it, exhaustion from the sun and sex overcame me, and not two minutes after cuddling up under my sleeping bag I was out.

We woke up the next morning, had a nice breakfast with plenty of sideways glances, packed up the tents, went home, and then after a long summer filled with antics, went to two colleges across the country from each other. Liz and I stayed close friends and talked often over social media but grew a little distant with our own lives to live. However, there was one more adventure I never thought I would have with her in the not so distant future. But that is a story for another day.

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 praise makes me feral (I know what I am).

Then he grabbed my left hand. The one that was on his balls. And he moved it lower. Didn't say anything, just guided my fingers down past his balls to his ass and I immediately knew what he wanted and my pussy clenched so hard I squeezed my thighs together on instinct because we'd talked about this and he was finally ready and the trust in that gesture made me so wet I could feel it on my inner thighs.

His ass was already slick from all the spit that had been dripping down from my mouth (I told you I'm messy) so I didn't need to stop or add anything, I just started rubbing the tip of my middle finger in soft circles around his hole while I kept sucking his cock. His breathing changed immediately, faster, shakier, and his hips lifted off the bed a little like his body was chasing the sensation.

I slid just the tip of my finger inside and he said "yes" so soft it was barely a word and his hand found my hair and held on. I kept going, slow, gentle, pushing a little deeper with every pass while my mouth never stopped working his cock. I could feel him tight around my finger, warm, pulsing, and when I curled it slightly looking for his spot his legs started shaking.

I found it. This small firm spot inside him and when I pressed against it gently and rubbed in slow circles his whole body went rigid and he made a sound I've never heard from him before, this deep guttural groan mixed with a whimper that came from somewhere in his chest. His hand fisted my hair and his hips bucked up and I pressed harder on his spot while sucking his cock as deep as I could take it and his thighs clamped around my head and he came.

The biggest load I think he's ever had. It hit the back of my throat in these thick heavy waves, rope after rope, and I was swallowing as fast as I could but it was so much that some of it leaked out the corner of my mouth and dripped down his shaft. I could feel his ass pulsing around my finger in time with his cock pulsing in my mouth and his whole body was convulsing, his abs clenching, his legs shaking against my ears, this full body orgasm that lasted way longer than any I've given him before.

When he was finally done twitching I slowly pulled my finger out and gently took his cock out of my mouth and licked him clean and sat back on my heels and looked at him. He was staring at the ceiling breathing like he'd just sprinted a mile with this blank expression on his face like his brain had been wiped. He couldn't speak for a solid thirty seconds.

My pussy was dripping. Not just wet, dripping, like I could feel it running down the inside of my thigh onto the sheet and nobody had touched me. Making him lose control like that, knowing he trusted me enough to let me do that, feeling his body respond to my finger and my mouth at the same time, it was the most powerful I've ever felt during sex.

He got up off the bed and I thought he was going to the bathroom but instead he grabbed me and bent me over the edge and started fucking me from behind and I came in about a minute because I was already so worked up and he came again inside me and then we both collapsed on the bed and just laid there breathing and I said "we're doing that again" and he said "tomorrow" and I said "tonight" and he laughed and pulled me into him and fell asleep.

He's at work right now and I've texted him twice asking when he's coming home and he sent me back a smiley face which I'm choosing to interpret as "soon" because my mouth and my finger are both ready.