My Amm friend was texting late Saturday night. We had being tried to make plans for a long time but to no prevail. A quick couple of texts back and forth and we had managed to arrange an old school hook up. Car play, in the local reserve. Haha Straight to the back set and my horny dirty girl didn’t take long to remove all her clothes and start kissing. My hand immediately went to her dripping pussy and within no time my entire hand and wrist had been swallowed by her gorgeous wet fuck hole. Orgasm after orgasm, she curled and wrenched around the car seats. I couldn’t believe how loose her pussy had become. 4,5 then 6 orgasms and she still wasn’t done. Finally, she lies back into the back seat and takes a breather. 3 mins passes and she positions herself on all 4’s and starts to inhale my hard cock, spitting all over it after each gulp. Her pussy is within my reach and I quickly find my hand fully engulfed inside her pussy. The moans get louder, the pussy get wetter and my cock deep inside her mouth gets harder. Before you know it, the moans are so loud that she has just released orgasm number 7. Fuck me she says. This is crazy. Another small intermission before she is back swallowing my cock. This time as she comes up for air she says “put your hand in my ass babe”. I oblige. 1 finger then two and before I know it my hand is now deep inside her ass. Almost as loose as her pussy. Wow!!!! We continue like this for around 20 mins until orgasm number 8 comes out and she says “I’m done”. A quick clean up, a drive around the corner and I’m on my way. Till we meet again.

31 May 2026

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My phone buzzed as a text came in. I looked over out of the corner of my eye and saw the sender: Zoe.   Suddenly I forgot about the report, there were more important things at hand. Zoe was my fantasy chick, an online friend. She’d never texted me before although we’d shared numbers some months before. So the rarity was what made me turn my head. That, and her sexiness. She was all outwardly proper, a good wife, but I knew some of what was in her head – and in her pants. Secretly she harboured some filthy fantasies, but she hadn’t acted many of them out. We’d never even met yet, we’d just flirted online. A lot.   So I didn’t know what was going on here, but I sure wanted to know. I grabbed my phone in a rush   - Working late? 💋   I love that emoji, those lips. She’s got wonderful, full, red lips. I can’t tell you how many times my mind has drifted towards fantasies of them engulfing my cock   - Always! You know me   - Am in North Sydney. Meeting ended early. Got a spare hour before I’ll be missed. I’m scanning office buildings for lit offices   Then another buzz   - … it’s making me quite horny   My cock twitched and hardened. We’d shared a fantasy of taking her in my office a few times. Our connection had been online banter, laughing, we flirted but kept coming back to it. She’d dance around fantasies, meets, but usually there’d be a last minute pullback. Not this time, we’d messed around enough.   - I told you 3 months ago to come up here and you didn’t. This time you will. Be in the lobby of xx Pacific Highway in 5 minutes   I didn’t wait for a response. I wasn’t going to either. I was in control this time. I just went outside my office and got rid of the one guy who was still there, told him he was working too hard and to sort his work life balance out.   A quick squirt of aftershave, a tidying up of the tie, shrugging my jacket on and I was ready for her. I headed for the lift.   The lift dinged and the doors opened as I reached the ground floor. I saw her instantly, bold as brass. She was exactly as I’d pictured her: A gorgeous, small (fuck, I love petite) but perfectly formed sexy, mature woman. Dressed for work, a knee length skirt, blouse, blocky low heels… gorgeous, shapely legs which my eyes ran lustily up and down. I smiled and walked over to her, drew her to me, kissed her, softly and tentatively to start and then deeply, hungrily as she parted her lips, running my fingers through her hair, to the soft skin at the back of her neck, pulling her into me, feeling her, joining with her, her snuggling her tits against my chest, wriggling her hips against mine, gently gasping, bending down to kiss her neck as we broke our kiss, her quivering against me, feeling her lust.   “Come on,” I said, pulling her urgently towards the lift and hammering the button for floor 12.   We devoured each other on the way up, tugging at each other’s clothes, both of us trying to get to the hot flesh beneath, to connect, to feel. Blouses, shirts, pulled out, pulled open. Lips on skin, fingers running through hair, gasps.   We weren’t going to get across the floor to my office keeping that going. So as the lift door opened I just picked her up and put her over my shoulder. It was the easiest way. The floor was deserted, no need to close the door to my office or anything, I just strode in and put her down, kissing her deeply again as I did.   As we kissed I manoevured her back towards my desk until her bum was pressed against it. She wrapped her legs round me as her arse lifted on to the edge of the desk which took her weight. I roughly pushed her skirt up around her hips, marvelling at my first sight of her delicious soft creamy thighs.   She was hot as fuck, grinding her panty clad pussy against my trousers that by now were tented out. Fuck, it was sexy. I pulled her blouse open and kissed the bulge of her tits, pushed up by her bra, then tugged that down and greedily sucked her nipple. She gasped and pulled my head to her.   The lights went out on the timer on the floor outside my office. This is what I’d been waiting for. I reached round her to the controls on the standing desk, pushed the ‘up’ button. Her feet were picked off the floor, as the desk rose it was like her pussy was being presented to me on a platter. A brightly lit platter too, the chances of anyone seeing us was slim but with the dark night outside, the bright lights in here, and a half naked woman with her feet dangling off a platform near head height – if anyone could see in, they’d get an eyeful. I marvelled at the sight.   I planted a fat, hot kiss on her pussy through her lacy green panties. She groaned.   “Just imagine if anyone CAN see in,” I said.   She shivered at the thought. I kissed her soft inner thigh, kissed up towards her mound which she urgently pushed towards my mouth. I yanked her panties down and off and she pushed her legs wide open for me, needing my mouth on her sex.   I complied. Kissed her lips. Pushed my tongue in gently, parting them. Then down to the base of her hole, back up, pushing my tongue more deeply in and then up to her clit. I made my tongue really wet, rolled it round her clit, teased it out to a point, gently sucked it in, applied some pressure between my tongue and my teeth, sucked a little harder.   Then down again, pushing my tongue in deep, forcefully this time, then down again, out of her pussy this time and teasing her perineum and lightly touching her arsehole as I distracted her with a wet finger on her clit. More pressure on her arse until she shivered, then back to her pussy.   This time when I went to her clit I pushed my index finger into her now sopping cunt and started thrusting slowly in and out as I concentrated on her clit with my mouth. She groaned, her legs flopping open even further, sucking me into her.   A second finger to force her wider open and her breath left her with a rush and she lifted her legs, pulling me more deeply into her with heels on my back. I curled my fingers round, found the rough inner skin of her G spot and started stroking, feeling her cunt tighten on me and juice up incredibly.   This whole situation was so charged she was close to coming already, but hang on – we’d been building each other up to this for months and it was going to be over in 10 minutes? No way.   “Unnnnnhhhhhhh,” she groaned, then, breathlessly, “gonna cum!”   I stopped my fingers from pulling at her G spot, lifted my tongue from her clit. I looked up at her with a frown. My fingers were still buried in her cunt, which was quivering round them. She saw something in my expression and looked… nervous. Her pussy tightened on me.   “Did I say you could?” I demanded.   Nothing. No response. She looked me in the eye, saw I meant it, looked even more nervous.   "Well?" I said, firmly.   She slowly realized, shook her head, tentatively, looking me in the eye.   “N-no,” she breathed, “you didn’t.”   I waited, looking her in the eye all the time, letting it sink in.   Finally I relented   “That’s right,” I said, pulled my fingers from her and sucked her juice from them, lubed them up and re-inserted them. Her legs pulled up and opened slightly as I did, with a sharp intake of breath from her.   This time I gently stroked her G spot. And with each of these words gave her another gentle stroke   “You… can… cum… when… I… say… you… can… and… you’ll… have… to… ask… my… permission.”   With the last word I lowered my mouth and tongue back to her clit, her mound, and gave her a long, hard, wet lick all round her clit. She groaned out loud, her legs flopped open, she grabbed my head and pulled it on to her, wanting more pressure, more tongue, more release.   I attacked her cunt, using my fingers, my mouth, giving it everything I had, feeling her shudder over and over. The desk was at the perfect height for me to get my mouth everywhere, and at full extension it was slightly wobbly too. Even feeling the desk shaking as her hands gripped the edges, transferring her ecstatic shaking to it, was a turn on - for me and for her.    Again I felt her pussy pulling and clenching at my fingers as she neared her peak. “Arrrrggggh,” she cried out, “Can I cum?”   I lifted my head and looked at her pussy shaking on my fingers, flicked my eyes up to hers in her flushed face.   “No.”   She groaned, tormented beyond belief with her need for release, grabbed my head and forced it back to her sex.   This time I concentrated on long, hard, strokes of my tongue, pushing as deep in as I could on each pass. With every up stroke her legs were lifting, her thighs were shuddering against the side of my head, clamping then unclamping.   Then I forced my fingers deep in her again, without warning.   “Ahhhhhhh!!!!” she cried, her cunt feeling like it was turning inside out against my fingers   “Can I cum can I cum CAN I CUM??!”   I lifted my head up and nodded.   “Now you can cum”   I was sawing my fingers in and out, pulling them all the way over her G spot, tapping my tongue against her clit.   She screamed out, grabbed my head and jammed it against her pussy and her whole abdomen convulsed, ripples of pleasure pulsing up from her pussy over her stomach. Her cunt gripped my fingers in an iron grip and my face got soaked by a blast of fluid as she squirted, 5, 6 gushes bursting out as she shuddered through a huge orgasm.   My desk was shaking with her as she gripped the edges, her eyes tightly closed as she felt the waves of pleasure   “Oooooooooooo,” she cried, ‘Fuck, YES!”   She’d told me about the squirting but I was still taken aback. She’d also told me she could come again and again if she was fucked through a squirt. For a second I toyed with trying to push her on again but I held back. This was totally selfish. I wasn’t going to be happy with a one off. I wanted her to want more, to come back for more. And next time I wanted my cock buried balls deep in her, *then* she could have the multiples.   So this time I just let her come down gently, feeling her cunt relax round my fingers, just softly kissed her clit and nuzzled her furry mound, tasting her gently. I found the desk controls and let it descend and as she came down from her ‘pedestal’ kissed her hard. My shirt and tie was a mess, but, well, fuck that. It was worth it.   Next time, it’s my turn.

27 May 2026

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The first time that I met Samantha, she kissed my lips and hugged me. I was a little taken aback to be greeted in such a way by my partners mum, on our very first ever meeting. At 63 years young, she was in incredible shape, due to her active lifestyle of seniors sports. "She just adores anything to do with Africa." Barbara, my partner said, acting as though her mum kissing her boyfriend was totally normal. So I ran with it. As time wore on and our relationship developed, I noted with pleasure that Samantha never greeted anyone else with such gusto at family gatherings, but continued to kiss me on my lips each time we met. It was never a passionate kiss, but it was always on my lips. I often felt self conscious and a little wary of how others would interpret Samantha's enthusiastic greetings, especially her husband. Nothing was ever said by anyone. As relationships do, the bond between Barbara and myself eventually failed. We parted ways amicably, but emotionally wounded. Licking my wounds and trying to get my life back on track, I retreated from social life and became a home body for a little while. A knock on the door, one morning, was to change my malaise for the better. Answering the door, to my delight, Samantha stood holding two coffees and wearing a cotton summer dress which highlighted her svelte physique. "I was nearby, so thought I would check on your well-being." she said and strode straight in. Samantha had never visited my home before, so I was a little shocked at her presence, especially as Barbara and I were no longer. Putting the coffees down on the kitchen counter, she turned to face me, gave a wry grin and placing her hands behind herself, hitched herself up onto the counter top. I was already growing hard. I had fantasised about Samantha, during the term of my relationship with her daughter, but never thought about ever acting on my fantasy. Her kisses had set me in a special place in her mind too, apparently. Standing there, my mouth agape, I could only look at her as she slowly slid her hands along her toned thighs and tugged at her summer dress. Slowly she revealed her knees and spread her thighs, then with a curl of her finger, beckoned me to come to her. Her intent was clear and I was happy to oblige. I walked to her and stood, eye to eye with a woman almost twice my age. For the first time, her kiss was so much more than a greeting. Her soft lips parted ever so slightly, inviting my tongue. As her embrace tightened, I slid my tongue, gently between her wanting lips and felt her sigh and quiver. Samantha directed my hand to her breast, as we pashed and I could feel her thick nipple, hard and proud. A lady of this age has endured a lot of wear and tear on her body, but Samantha was still incredibly sexy, in my eyes. My crotch was proof of that. My cock was bursting to be set free and Samantha knew it. Releasing her embrace, she hopped down from the counter top and cupped my bulge, all the while never breaking our eye contact. "Oh my. Someone IS happy to see me." she giggled. Dropping to her knees, Samantha deftly undid my shorts and released my black sword. "I just knew that you would be a big boy" she said. "I've always wanted a black cock inside of me." She took me into her mouth and held my shaft with both hands. My head was buzzing. I had never known such a mature woman, before. How was I going to approach this? I was a little overwhelmed and very concerned that something could go terribly wrong, if I let my passion release all of my physicality. As if to read my thoughts, Samantha said, "You'll have to be gentle for the first little while. It's a long time since I've had cock." and then stood, took hold of my throbbing cock like a leash and lead my to the bedroom. With a shrug, she dropped her shoulders out of her dress and let it fall to the floor. Her body was aged but still remarkably toned. Her senior sports were keeping her healthy. Laying back on the bed, Samantha spread her legs. Her white lace panties showing that her passion was high, too. A wet spot was glistening and she began to writhe. I couldn't contain myself. One of my bigger turn on's is seeing pre sex juices. I knelt on the floor and bent towards her beautiful mound, taking a heady nose full of Samantha's musk, I pulled off her lace knickers. How wonderful the body is. Her tumescence inviting my tongue to taste her honey. At the first touch of my tongue, Samantha moaned and pressed my head to her. I pride myself in my cunnilingus techniques, as it really is something that I love. I have rarely failed to make my partners cum with my tongue and Samantha was no exception. Arching her back and pressing my face to her mons, Samantha came within minutes, with quiet little sighs and moans. "Fuck me" she sighed, "Fuck me" Gently raising her knees, I got into position and rubbed my cock head, teasingly around her now receptive pussy. "Fuck me. Please, fuck me!" she moaned. I slid my glans inside her velvet wallet and watched for her reaction. She shivered and moaned and reached to pull me deeper inside of her. My cock is larger than most, being African, but she pulled me deeper and deeper, taking my girth in her stride. "Fuck me." "Fuck me like the dirty slut that I am!" she moaned. I was surprised, but excited by her enthusiasm and dirty talk. I began to thrust, slowly, feeling her move her hips with the rhythm. Her muscles gripping me and working as we rutted. She had been an athlete all of her life and had obviously kept up with her pelvic floor exercises, too. Ordinarily, I enjoy long slow fucking sessions, but this time with Samantha I was not going to last. The atmosphere was too electric and the situation too out of the ordinary for me to contain myself. I came within minutes and with my vinegar strokes, Samantha moaned as another wave of orgasm wracked her body. Slowly, gently thrusting with my post orgasm glow, feeling spent and high at the same time, I felt Samantha wrap her legs around my waste, her arms around my neck as she pulled me close, to lay still, my whole weight on her, still deep inside of her. Panting and sweaty, we lay together, feeling each other's heartbeat and kissed. The coffees had gone cold.

20 May 2026

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We have been chatting for a while. Some mutual likes have been discussed. We discuss how you enjoy being given... firm suggestions. A few meets involving drinks etc. Some passion shared. We find out I am going to be working in your area in a secluded area. You ask if a visit would be ok. I am more than agreeable to that so we organise a time around lunch time. At the agreed upon time you are sitting on a secluded park bench. Dressed with some cleavage on show. The skirt has a small slit showing some leg. Looking exquisite as always of course. Having spotted you I was taking my time admiring just how good you look. Still early before our agreed time but you seem a little nervous. Just before I call out to you my phone rings. Yes I did watch you reach for the phone. I was being a voyeur and didn't think you would be calling me. Upon answering I say you look stunning. You ask where I am. So I wave. Upon seeing me you say stay there. Tell me what to do. I ask if you are excited. You answer YES! Stand up. Remove your panties. Now. Glancing around you reach under your skirt and lower them. I say leave them on the ground for now. Spread your legs. Wider. Now slowly slide a hand up your leg. Exposing that wetness to me. Tell me how wet you are Your gasp as you slip a finger into that wetness. Closely followed by a moan.

20 May 2026

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I walk up behind you. So close you can feel my hot breath on the back of your neck and my hard cock pressing into the gap at the top of your legs as my arms slowly go around you and my fingers trace slowly up and down the front of your body and over your breasts and circle your nipples. My wet tongue licks its way down your neck and out toward your shoulder and back up to gently nibble your earlobe as my fingers find your nipples and brush over them. They harden under my touch and I roll them between my thumb and finger as you moan and push back to feel my cock is hard as steel and your pussy is hot and wet with a rising desire to be penetrated, but we both know that is a long way off as there are many things we are going to explore together before penetration is even considered between us. I turn you around to face me so we can kiss. Our lips meet, softly , puckering against each other. We kiss again, our lips parting, and our tongues hesitantly touch. It feels delicious and we kiss more open mouthed, our tongues sliding together more lively now, exploring the other hungrily. Our breathing is heavier, our hearts beating faster and harder as our heads swim and feel dizzy. I pull you closer to me so we are pressed against each other. A moan escapes your mouth and our hands roam each other's body, my hands cup your butt and pull you against me, you can feel my hard cock pressing against your pussy and you push against it and we moan into each other's mouths as we kiss. We break our kiss, but my lips kiss and lick down your neck as the aroma of your excitement fills the air and we can both smell your pussy juices as your panties are soaking wet. I help you remove your top and you do likewise for me. I lick down to your cleavage as my fingers circle your nipples once more. Your knees buckle so we move to the bed to be more comfortable. We kiss again, hungrier and harder than before, and I unclip your bra and you shrug it off. Then we kiss again, and now we are skin on skin from the waist up, nipples against nipples... yum! I kiss and lick down your neck again, over your breast to slowly circle your nipple with my wet tongue, then my mouth closes on it and my tongue licks and flicks across your nipple the same way it kisses your mouth, as my thumb and finger plays with your other nipple, twisting and pulling it as you moan louder this time, because it feels so exquisite ! My teeth gently hold your nipple and pull gently, and you shudder and moan louder than before. You squirm on the bed because your pussy is aching and the smell of your juices are thick in the air now. I pull your panties off altogether. You are fully naked now, and want the same from me so you pull my pants and undies off too. My hard as steel cock springs out and you push me on to my back and say you want to have your turn, so you kiss down my body and ever so slowly lick up and down the shaft of my twitching cock as I moan loudly. You lick higher up my shaft then lick the head and slowly open your mouth and take the head in your mouth as your wet tongue swirls over it, and I moan louder. You move around, straddle my face and as you lower your mouth down the length of my hard cock, you lower your pussy to my face so I can spread your pussy lips and slide my tongue up and down between them and taste you. I lick up to your swollen clit and suck and lick it as your mouth takes ALL of my cock, and we are both moaning so loud, even though our mouths are full of each other. I slide 2 fingers into your pussy to explore inside you as I lick you. My fingers find your G spot. Then... Is that another pair of hands you can feel on your butt?

20 May 2026

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This was the early days of internet hookups, messenger boards, chatrooms and all that kind of fun before sites like this had taken off. I had a few experiences and was curious about trying new things. Id checked out a few MF4M ads and some M4F ads, but decided to click on the M4M section. I didnt know exactly what I was looking for or that I was even interested in hooking up with a guy, but as I clicked through a few ads, my 19yo uncut cock started to twitch. I came across an ad from an older guy in his 50’s. It was an interesting read, “I’ll give you a better blowjob than your gf”. It continued on, talking about being patient with first timers etc. I was a little intrigued so I messaged the guy, saying I was a younger guy with little experience. He responded quite quickly introducing himself as Ron and suggesting what we should do about fixing that. He described the play scenario over the next few messages and by this stage I was rock hard. Ron then asked me when I was free to come over to make this happen? I said I could come over the next morning... he said he would be ready. It was a mix of nerves and hormones as I pulled up to the unit. I text him that I had arrived and he responded by telling me to come in as the front door was open. As I walked up I saw the figure of a shorter guy, well proportioned, shaved head in a plush robe waving me into his lounge room. We quickly greeted and he suggested we head into the bedroom as the heating was on. He ushered me into the master bedroom. It was a comfy space, large bed on the far wall, TV playing VHS porn on the opposite wall, a couple of interesting statues in the room also. One was a life size neck to hip statue of a naked male, with an accurate looking cock, the other a scaled version of a guy spread on all 4. I was a little pre occupied by the statues then I returned my gaze to the TV playing a pretty hot mfm scene. Ron suggested I get undressed and slide into the bed under the blanket. I was a little shy but took off my shirt and jeans, then slid my underwear off. He was watching but trying to not make it obvious. I was half hard, little bit of precum leaking out of the tip of my uncut cock. I slid under the loose blanket on the bed lying back enjoying the video. Ron moved to the foot of the bed and slid up under the covers. His hands spreading my legs, I felt a warm breath on my shaft then his lips envelop my hardening member. I was lost in the moment. His mouth felt great slowly taking me in, feeling my cock grow in his mouth. It didnt take long before I was fully hard and I could feel my girth pulsing. In our correspondence he had said this was all about my pleasure and just lie back and enjoy it. It didnt matter if I lasted a min or a lot longer. He was doing a great job, alternating his technique, stroking my shaft and playing with my balls. He then took my entire length in his throat before switching back to teasing my head with his tongue, it felt great... just like his ad suggested. The MFM video finished with the girl, on her knees jerking off both the guys... she was covered in cum. Ron had changed position, lying more on his side while he pleasured me. From his movements I could see he was jerking off while he was sucking my cock. He was completely covered by the blanket, all I could see was his head bobbing up and down while his spare hand was furiously stroking his own cock. I was getting close and started to moan. Ron just kept sucking and stroking me, my cock stated to spasm and I shot the first jet into his mouth. He continued to jerk me off into his mouth, another jet and another filling his mouth. My orgasm subsided and he poked his head up from under the blanket, still between my legs. He told me that it was hot and tasted great. He moved back down the bed and stood at the foot of the bed. His robe was open, smooth shaved body on display with a disproportionately large cut cock and heavy balls hanging out. The blanket had shifted and there was a significant wet spot at the base of the bed. He must have cum while he was finishing me off. It was all a pretty hot experience, but in the moment, I got a little lost. I thanked him, got dressed and left. He did invite me back when I felt like it, but I never made it back until years later. I have thought about that experience a few times while having some solo play. I actually found the video he had on, on one of the porn sites years later also.... Still gets a watch on occasion.

17 May 2026

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It started with eye contact. One of those looks that lasts a second too long before both people pretend it meant nothing. I was out late, running on music, caffeine, and one of those moods where you’re not really looking for anything… but if something happens, you don’t stop it either. She sat near me. Calm. Confident. Dangerous in that quiet way. We started talking casually at first music, tattoos, random life shit,but underneath it there was tension building hard. The kind where both people already know where this is going but nobody wants to say it first. She leaned closer every time she laughed. I noticed her hand brushing against my arm more often. I could smell her perfume every time she moved and honestly it was driving me insane. Eventually she looked at me and said, “So… are you always this hard to read?” I laughed and told her, “Only when I’m trying to behave.” That broke the last bit of tension instantly. The conversation turned playful, teasing, and dangerous in all the right ways without either of us forcing it. Just natural chemistry. Real attraction. Two people feeding off each other’s energy and enjoying every second of it. The best part wasn’t even the physical side. It was the build-up. The anticipation. Watching someone slowly lose control while pretending they still have it. That’s the kind of connection I enjoy most. Mutual energy. Confidence. Teasing. Tension. No games. No fake personalities. Just two people completely locked into each other for the night.

10 May 2026

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You stirred gently as the morning light spilled through the curtains, your legs stretching instinctively—until you felt the heat of my mouth between your thighs. I was already there, slowly kissing my way up, breathing you in like my first dose of oxygen for the day. I let my lips trail over soft skin, letting my tongue move in teasing circles, never rushing—just savouring. You moaned softly, your hips lifting slightly in invitation, and I held you there, arms wrapped tight under your thighs as I buried myself deeper. Your taste, your warmth, the way you whispered my name like a plea—it was better than any alarm clock. I didn’t stop until your hands were tangled in my hair and your thighs trembled around my head. Only then did I finally look up at you, lips slick, grinning against her skin. “Good morning,” I said. “Ready to really wake up now?” I wanted to feel every inch of you waking up under my mouth. Your breath hitched as I teased my way closer, my hands firm on your hips, holding you steady. My mouth found you—warm, soft, already beginning to respond. I tasted you gently at first, like a slow sip of something forbidden. You sighed, hips shifting, body rising into it. I looked up at you and smiled against your skin, then dove back in, deeper, slower, wetter. Your fingers tangled in my hair, your thighs began to tighten around my shoulders as I worked you over with a steady rhythm. I knew exactly how to build that pressure—slow pulses of my tongue, just the right flick, a pause to breathe against you, then deeper again. You gasped when I sucked, when I flattened my tongue and pushed you toward the edge without letting you fall. Then I pushed two fingers inside you, curling just right, and your whole body arched. I didn’t let up—faster now, rougher, until you were moaning my name, back bowed, thighs trembling. I held you there, mouth locked on you, until I felt the wave crash through your body. But I wasn’t done. I pulled back just long enough to slide up over you, my cock hard and pressing against your soaked entrance. I didn’t ask. I didn’t wait. I pushed inside, slow at first so you could feel every inch, and then all the way, deep and full. Your nails dug into my back as I started moving, your breath ragged, body still pulsing from the orgasm I gave you with my tongue. Now I was fucking you—slow and deep, then harder, hips slamming against yours, every thrust driving you higher. You wrapped your legs around me, pulling me deeper, tighter, until all I could hear was the sound of your moans and our bodies moving in perfect rhythm. You wanted to be ruined this morning. And I was here to make sure of it.

7 May 2026

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It started with a random late-night message that neither of us expected to turn into anything serious. The conversation was playful from the beginning, full of teasing replies, confident energy, and the kind of chemistry that instantly grabs your attention 😏 After hours of messaging, we finally decided to meet. The city was quiet, music was playing softly in the car, and every moment felt charged with tension. We talked, laughed, and flirted nonstop while driving through empty streets under the lights. The attraction between us kept building with every look and every smile. There was something addictive about the vibe — relaxed but intense at the same time. We both knew the night was heading somewhere dangerous, but neither of us wanted to slow it down. What was supposed to be a simple late-night hookup turned into one of those unforgettable nights filled with excitement, connection, and chemistry that stayed on our minds long after it ended.By the end of the night, the tension between us was impossible to ignore. The way we looked at each other said more than words ever could. Time moved fast, the city lights blurred around us, and for a few hours nothing else mattered except the connection we shared. Even now, that night still feels unreal — the energy, the attraction, and the excitement of knowing we both wanted more the moment we met

7 May 2026

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I used to be attracted to my neighbour. I had my eye on her for 2 years. We usually met at parties in my apartment. One night, I was at a party. Most people had already left, and only a few people were there. She sat next to me as we were good friends. I started to hug her and kiss her neck since we were close and both drunk. She got excited and kissed me on the lips. Then we both went to her apartment, and we had sex. I usually had anal sex with her. She was very into me, and I could go for a long time. She also gave me oral and swallowed, and it felt very intimate and romantic. Even when we had sex, I would put my finger in her ass, and she liked it. I also had sex with her in many different ways. Sometimes she used to work on her laptop, and I would have sex with her from behind while she was talking to her clients. She used to give me a blowjob while talking to her client on a call. Sometimes she would take my cock out of her pussy and put it in her ass. She used to love it when I was doing anal with her while she was working. Both her pussy and her ass were very tight. I’m actually getting turned on while writing this. It’s just something that happened in my life, something I still remember sometimes.

7 May 2026

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I knocked on the door of his hotel room. When he answered and opened the door it felt like a job interview... I was nervous, dressed in a professional skirt and top, while he was intimidating, and I didn’t know what he’d ask of me. He offered me a drink but I said no… probably should have said yes. So we stood there just looking at each other... me awkwardly, him far too confident. ‘well you better get on your knees’ he said. Omg really? Just like that? Yes please. And so I did. I knelt there looking up at him as he began to stroke my hair. Undid my hair clip and ran his hand trough my now messy hair. As he took a handful of my hair, and moved my face up to meet his. ‘You know what to do ‘ he said. And it did I unbuttoned his belt, unzipped his trousers until his cock was there, right before me. I knew what to do... and I think I did it well… He only made a slight moan as I took him as deep as I could. He grabbed my arms and stood me up, told me to take off my underwear. As I did he reached out his hand and made me give them to him. ‘Open your mouth.’ I did. He put my underwear on my mouth and turned me around by my shoulders to face the bed. Pausing briefly to pull my arms back. He pushed me forward toward the bed. I knew what was coming and just how much I wanted it… Thank you for reading x

4 May 2026

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The bar was warm, the kind of warm that comes from bodies and low light and something unspoken threading through the air. I watched her from across the room, as I always did. She had ordered a drink, just to have something to do with her hands. Her dress, caught the light every time she shifted on the barstool. She wasn't looking for anyone. That was the thing. She was just... there. Open. Waiting to see what the night would bring. He noticed her before she noticed him. A man at the end of the bar, well-dressed, with the kind of easy stillness that comes from being comfortable in his own skin. He didn't rush over. He didn't stare. He just... waited. Caught her eye once. Held it. Looked away first. That was the beginning. When he finally approached, he didn't use a line. He just said, "That drink looks lonely," and nodded toward her glass. She laughed. A real laugh, not a performative one. I knew the difference. They talked. Nothing important at first—where she grew up, the band playing in the background, the way the city changed after midnight. He listened. Actually listened. Leaned in when she spoke, laughed when she laughed, let the silences breathe. Her hand stayed on her glass, but her body started turning toward him. Subtle at first. Then not subtle at all. By the second drink, her leg touched his under the bar. Neither of them moved it away. She glanced toward me once. A flick of the eyes. Not asking permission—just checking in. I smiled. She smiled back. The secret between us was the hottest thing in the room. When he touched her wrist—just a brush of his thumb against the inside of her skin—she didn't pull away. She let her hand relax, let him feel her pulse, let him know without words that the door was open. The rest of the night belonged to her. The way she leaned in to whisper something in his ear. The way she let her fingers trail along his collar, just once, just to see how he'd react. The way she looked at him like he was the only man in the bar—while I watched, hard, from across the room. Later, in the taxi home, she leaned her head on my shoulder. "He asked for my number," she said. "Did you give it to him?" She lifted her head, looked at me with that small, private smile. "Yes" I pulled her closer. She laughed again. And this time, we both knew the night wasn't over.

27 April 2026

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Back in the day, when we were first dating, we flew to London for a trip around Europe. The comments about joining the mile high club got jokingly thrown around before the trip. But I never thought it would happen. Somewhere between Vietnam and London the conversation came up again. It was actually my girlfriend's (now wife's) idea, and it was making me very horny in anticipation. Anyway we waited till the middle of the night, lights were dimmed, and almost everybody was asleep. Then she whispered the magic words "meet me in the toilet in a couple of minutes so you can fuck me". Well, I was pretty nervous about getting sprung, but the excitement was insane. So I stealthily snuck up the isle undetected (I think), and went in. Those toilets are tiny for one person, let alone two horny twenty nine year olds. Anyway we found a way , not very soundproof either, so I guess some people heard the show. With so much hype and anticipation, and blue balls. It wasn't exactly the longest performance of my life, but what a rush. Then we had the challenge of sneaking back to our seats, without drawing any attention. Nobody had a go at us about it, and we still laugh about it. I really think most people would not have the balls to do it.

24 April 2026

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""FUCK ME!" She whispered through ruby red lips as black stilettos tapped along the tiles of his kitchen floor. His now full erection throbbing as she opened her dress to reveal her intimate curves wrapped strategically in lingerie. Within a few steps he had her pinned to the bench, rubbing his hard cock against her wetness, now seeping through her black lace g string. He steps back and commands her to her knees to swallow his cock. Her eyes widen as she looks into his taking his manly hood deep into her throat, gagging the thick saliva runs down her chin as she begs for more. He lifts and turns her over the bench pulls aside her wet panties and pushes the tip of his throbbing penis into her pussy as she quivers and moans. He teased her wetness as she begs him to be deep inside her. In one large thrust he is deep inside her. She moans as she slams into him time and time again. He reached for her large gorgeous tits and pinched the proud nipples standing erect. The painful sensation caused her to arch her back. The sobs of ecstasy from her were exciting him, he mercilessly fucked her. His cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy. His testicles rapidly slapping against her ass. Her smooth round, gorgeous arse. A few more thrusts and he would be finished. She could tell that he was due and begged him to come in ever increasing cries. He roared as he slammed into her a final time and sperm shot out of his cock violently. He held his position as another stream followed, and then, another. She screamed in a climax as her body convulsed. He kept spurting until he couldn't spurt again and collapse on top of her. She was trembling, her nipples hard and inner thighs throbbing. He needed to rest but her needs engulfed his mind. She was breathing hard n her back arched high. Her nipples reaching the sky, he grabbed her breast and wrapped his lips around her nipples. She was shaking but wanted more, her moans turned him wild for wanton pleasure - a connection formed, oestrus achieved - the door creaks open.

24 April 2026

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I was halfway through the whiskey when I realized I was stalling. The hotel room was fine—clean, anonymous, the kind of place that forgot you as soon as you checked out. Outside, the country town had already gone quiet. Inside, my phone buzzed with the familiar rhythm of home. My wife answered on the second ring. We talked about the usual things—school schedules, groceries, a leaky tap I’d promised to fix when I got back. My daughters drifted in and out of the call, bright and full of life, telling me small stories that somehow felt very far away. I loved them. Deeply. But when the call ended, the silence that followed felt heavier than it should have. I poured another splash of the Japanese whiskey, sat on the edge of the bed, and stared at my phone. The message thread was still open—the one that had seemed like a harmless distraction a few days ago. A bit of flirting. A reminder that I was still… visible. Meeting her hadn’t been part of the plan. And yet, there I was, grabbing my jacket and heading downstairs before I could overthink it. The bar was exactly what you’d expect in a town like this—dim lighting, worn timber, a handful of locals nursing drinks. I spotted them almost immediately. She looked just like her photos, maybe better. Mid-40s, confident without trying too hard, eyes that held yours just a second longer than necessary. There was an ease about her that made everything feel less complicated. Her friend sat beside her—quieter, more reserved, but observant. The kind of person who missed nothing. “Backup,” she said with a small smile as we shook hands. “Hope that’s okay.” “Of course,” I replied. “I appreciate a sensible risk assessment.” That got a laugh, and just like that, the tension eased. I made a run to the bar. Conversation followed. At first it was easy—work, travel, the absurdity of small-town nightlife. But as the second round of drinks settled in, the tone shifted. Her stories started to unfold—places she’d been, people she’d met, moments that felt pulled from another life entirely. There was something intoxicating about it. Not just what she’d done, but how she told it—like the world was something to be experienced fully, without apology. Her friend listened, occasionally rolling her eyes in a way that suggested she’d heard these stories before—but there was affection there too. History. “We’ve known each other since we were kids,” the friend said at one point. “I stayed. She… didn’t.” “Someone had to keep things interesting,” she replied, flashing a grin. “And someone had to stay sensible,” the friend shot back. I found myself caught between them—one grounded, one restless. And somewhere in the middle of it all, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Seen. Not as the dependable one. Not as the fixer of things. Just… as a man. By the third drink, I realized I didn’t want the conversation to end. “Do you want to continue this somewhere quieter?” I heard myself say, before I’d fully decided to. There was a glance between them. A silent conversation. Then a nod. The drive back to the hotel was strangely calm. The friend insisted on driving, practical as ever. The conversation softened, but didn’t fade—just shifted into something more intimate, more deliberate. When we got to my room, I turned to the friend, expecting that this was where she’d bow out. Instead, she leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me with a faint, unreadable expression. “I’ll stay for a bit,” she said. “If that’s alright.” It felt a flash of relief.. to continue the amazing night but put off the seemingly unavoidable intimate turn. “Of course,” I replied. I set my glass down on the counter. “I’m going to grab a quick shower. Make yourselves comfortable. There’s whiskey there if you want it.” “Don’t take too long,” she said lightly. I smiled, but inside my thoughts were anything but steady. Under the water, everything caught up with me. What am I doing? This wasn’t supposed to be more than a drink. A conversation. A small, harmless boost to a part of me that had been quiet for too long. But now… I stood there longer than I needed to, letting the water run, trying to sort out whether I was crossing a line—or had already crossed it the moment I walked into that bar. When I finally stepped out, I dried off slowly, deliberately. Pulled on a soft T-shirt, light pants. Something comfortable. Something neutral. As if that would somehow keep things from going too far. I stood there for a second longer than necessary, palms against the tiles, head bowed. My thoughts weren’t lining up neatly anymore. This was supposed to be a drink. A story to tell myself on the drive home. Proof that I still had something. Instead, there was a woman in my room and a chaperone likely getting ready for the signal to leave... My hand paused on the bathroom door handle. Then I opened it. The shift hit me before I fully saw it. The lights were lower. Not dramatically—but enough. Enough that shadows softened edges, that the room felt smaller, more intimate. The whiskey was open. Two glasses—no, three now—sat on the table. And them. They weren’t sitting as they were at the bar. Shoes were off, hair was let down and they were closer. Much closer. The “security detail” had dissolved somewhere between the first pour and the second. Her friend—the careful one, the steady one—wasn’t holding herself at a distance anymore. The posture had changed. Shoulders relaxed. Guard down. She looked… awake in a different way. And the woman I’d come to meet—she looked exactly like someone who knew this was the moment everything tipped. Neither of them spoke right away. They just looked at me. Not politely. Not curiously. Intentionally. My throat felt dry all of a sudden. “Well,” I said, attempting something light, “I leave for ten minutes…” Her smile was slow. Measured. “And we get bored easily,” she replied. Her friend let out a quiet laugh, but her eyes stayed on me. “You did say to help ourselves.” I stepped further into the room, the door clicking shut behind me louder than it should have. Every small movement felt amplified now. The shift of weight, the sound of fabric, the faint clink of glass as one of them set it down. “Looks like I missed part of the evening,” I said. “Maybe,” the first woman said softly. “Or maybe you’re right on time.” That landed differently. There was a space between us—only a few steps—but it felt like something you had to choose to cross. I hesitated. Not out of fear exactly. Just… awareness. Of where this could go. Of the version of myself I’d been an hour ago versus the one standing here now. Her friend noticed. Of course she did. “You’re thinking too much,” she said, her tone calm, almost gentle. Not teasing. Not pushing. Just… certain. “Occupational hazard,” I replied. “Or lifelong habit,” she countered, tilting her head slightly. That one hit closer than I expected. The other woman leaned forward just a little, elbows resting on her knees, eyes never leaving mine. “You don’t have to figure out the whole night,” she said. “Just the next step.” Silence stretched—but it wasn’t empty. It was full of small things. Breathing. Glances. The faint warmth of whiskey in the air. I took that step. Then another. Close enough now to feel the heat of them, to see the subtle changes in expression—the way confidence and curiosity and something else entirely were all blending together. Her friend shifted slightly, making space—but not moving away. An invitation without words. “You know,” I said quietly, “I almost didn’t come down tonight.” “Mm,” she murmured. “That would’ve been a shame.” Her friend’s voice was softer now too. “You came for a conversation.” “Yeah.” “And found one,” she said. “Just… not the kind you expected.” I let out a breath that felt like it had been building all evening. “That seems to be a theme.” They both smiled at that—but differently. One familiar. One newly discovered. I reached for the glass on the table, more for something to do with my hands than anything else. Took a small sip. Set it back down. Neither of them looked away. The distance between us was gone now, but the tension hadn’t broken. It had tightened. Refined. Turned into something deliberate. Her hand moved—just slightly—resting closer to mine. Not touching. Not yet. “Still deciding?” she asked. I shook my head slowly. “No,” I said. “Just… taking it in.” Her friend’s expression softened, but there was an unmistakable spark behind it now. “Good,” she said. “Because we already decided something while you were in there.” I raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” She held my gaze as she answered. “That you weren’t just passing through tonight.” A beat. “And that neither were we.” The words settled into the room, into me. Whatever hesitation I’d brought out of that shower—it didn’t disappear. But it shifted. Turned into anticipation instead. And as I stood there, between two women who now felt fully present, fully engaged in the same unfolding moment, one thing became clear: This wasn’t accidental anymore. This was chosen.

16 April 2026

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The bus wasn’t supposed to break down. That’s what made it perfect. Somewhere halfway between Cairns and Townsville, the engine coughed, shuddered, and died like it had just given up on life entirely. No warning, no dramatic buildup—just heat, silence, and the slow realization that everyone was stranded in the middle of nowhere. Red dirt. Scrubby trees. Air thick enough to drink. You stepped off first, stretching, rolling your shoulders, pretending you weren’t already a little thrilled by the chaos. There’s something about being stuck—no schedule, no expectations—that loosens people up. That’s when you noticed them. Leaning against the side of the bus, arms folded, sunglasses hiding their eyes but not the way they were watching everything. Watching you. Not subtle. Not shy. Interesting. A couple of other passengers drifted off into the shade, complaining, checking their phones like reception was magically going to appear if they tried hard enough. But you stayed near the bus, near them, feeling that strange electric pull that happens when two strangers silently agree something’s about to happen. “You look way too calm for someone stuck in the middle of nowhere,” they said, voice low, amused. You shrugged. “Depends who you’re stuck with.” A pause. A smirk. “Careful,” they replied. “That almost sounded like an invitation.” The heat pressed in around you both, heavy and slow, like time itself had decided to take the afternoon off. Sweat traced down your back, your neck. You could feel their gaze follow it, unashamed. There was no rush. That was the dangerous part. You started walking, not even checking if they’d follow. Of course they did. A narrow dirt track led away from the road—probably nothing more than a service path—but it curved just enough to break line of sight with the bus. Just enough to feel private without being completely reckless. You stopped when the silence settled in. They came up beside you, close enough now that you could feel the heat radiating off their skin, smell that mix of sun, salt, and something unmistakably human. “You always wander off with strangers?” they asked. “Only the ones who stare too much.” That got a laugh—low, genuine. “And if I said I wasn’t staring?” You turned slightly, just enough that your shoulders brushed. “Then I’d say you’re a terrible liar.” That was the moment everything shifted. Not sudden. Not explosive. Just… closer. Their hand brushed yours—accidental, maybe. Or maybe not. Fingers grazing, lingering just a second longer than necessary. Enough to test the line. You didn’t pull away. That was all the permission they needed. The tension tightened, like a wire pulled just before it snaps. You could feel it in the way they leaned in slightly, in the way your breath slowed without you meaning it to. “You’re trouble,” they murmured. “Only if you keep following me.” “Not planning on stopping.” Good. Somewhere back on the road, someone shouted. A door slammed. Reality tried to intrude. Neither of you moved. It’s funny how fast a moment can turn into something else entirely. One second you’re strangers killing time, the next you’re standing too close, saying things that don’t really need words anymore. Their hand found your arm this time—deliberate. Slow. Sliding just enough to make your skin react, to send that quiet, dangerous spark through your chest. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “Still calm?” they asked. “Getting there.” Another half-step closer. Now there was no space left between you that didn’t feel intentional. The world shrank down to heat and breath and the faint rustle of dry leaves. “This is a bad idea,” you said softly. “Yeah,” they agreed. Neither of you moved away. You never even got their name. Didn’t need it. Because some things only exist in moments—caught between places, between decisions, between who you are and who you feel like being when no one’s watching. By the time the bus engine finally roared back to life, you were already walking back separately. No lingering looks. No promises. Just that quiet, shared understanding—something happened out there. Something real, even if it only lasted an hour. As you climbed back aboard, you caught their reflection in the window. A small smile. Barely there. Same as yours. And just like that— Gone

15 April 2026

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I want to kiss you, you see it in my eyes, and your lips open, just a little as you reach up and touch my face, as you draw me towards your soft glistening eyes, I feel your soft warm breathe against my face, I see your moist lips quiver in anticipation as you feel my firm hand slide across your soft neck and cup your head as you arch your back, you feel my other warm hand slide to the base off your back, our hot breathe quickens as are lips touch as I pull you against my chest, and your soft lips open against my gentle pressure, the pressure increases as we give into the heat racing through our bodies, as we both give into our desire to feel the heat of our breathe, as our tongues meet sparking some uncontrolled desire to give into the need we felt for each other when we first met, our tongues are instinctively entwined around themselves with a growing sinuous motion following each other as we open up to the passion, that feels so right the deeper and closer we pull against each other, we don’t even hear the outside world as we explore the depths off our growing need to melt into each other’s arms, our bodies reacting to the uncontrollable need, created by our mouths naturally follow each other’s motion, tongues flicking and teasing in unison, you feel so light as I pull you up into my arms, you softly moan, it sends a charge through my body as you wrap your arms around my broad shoulders, they slide to my neck, your nails graze my neck you feel me quiver and thrust with total need against your tongue and soft lips, as you finish my thought.

10 April 2026

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One day As a wife, I never expected a simple day at the beach to turn into something I would never forget. It started with just my husband and me escaping to a quiet, hidden stretch of sand, far away from everything. We swam, laughed, and enjoyed the freedom of being alone together. While in the water, we met a friendly, attractive stranger. What began as light conversation slowly turned into something more charged, something unspoken that I could feel building in the air. My husband stayed close, watching in silence, his presence steady but intense, as if he already sensed the direction the day was taking. As the sun lowered and the world felt distant, I found myself caught between curiosity and thrill, between my husband’s gaze and the stranger’s attention. In that moment, everything felt new, daring, and unforgettable—like stepping into a version of myself I had never met before. It was a fun day never expected my husband would accept me getting fucked by a stranger☺️. As he was happy watching quietly and stroking his penis. I would like to try this again while my husband watch me getting fucked really hard as i enjoy him watching me.

10 April 2026

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Just a fantasy… that I wish would happen. You send a message that reads, “Hi there mate! Does your wife still fuck you?” I look at your profile… You’re a tall, large, well endowed man. You’re a straight guy who seems to be after married women. I reply “Not very often” You reply “Maybe she’s wanting to try a real man, who’s very well endowed” I reply “Although that would be hot, that’d be very hard to setup” You reply “So you’d be okay with me trying then?” I reply “Yes, but how?” You reply “Just invite me over as a work colleague/pub friend. Let me befriend her. The 3 of us can hang out, while I slowly seduce her” I reply “Hmmm… nice!” We meet up, and I tell you lots of her likes and dislikes, before I bring you home and introduce you to her. You successfully befriend my wife, and the 3 of us hang out chatting, flirting, playing board games or just watching a movie. You are over a few nights a week. Then one evening while watching tv, she’s in between the 2 of us. It’s a cool night, and the wife bought a blanket from the bedroom, and laid it across all of us, sitting side by side. After about 15/20 mins, I started watching the blanket slightly moving, right in the crotch area of you. It was like you were slowly playing with yourself, under there. Then you moved around, and pulled your arms out from underneath the blanket, resting them on the outside instead. A few seconds later, I started seeing the same movement underneath the blanket. I thought… ’holy shit, my wife’s playing with him’ I took a handful of blanket, and with one hard pull, I reefed the blanket away from you both. She quickly pulled her arm back to her lap, then jumped up like she was shocked. We were both looking down at your very girthy long cock. I grabbed a handful of hair from the back of her head, and softly guided her back down onto her knees, towards your thick hard cock. She said, “What are you doing?” giggling Without any resistance at all, she dropped onto her knees, even edging closer to you. You open your legs, and she got in between them. By now I’d let her hair go, and she was getting in there all by herself. She took your huge cock in her right hand, and put it straight into her mouth. She’s said “Oh my!” She wasn’t the best at this, and barely ever but mine in her mouth, but it was still good to watch. I quickly laid the blanket down on the carpet. Then I grabbed her top At the waist, and lifted it up over her head, with her assistance. Then I grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her backwards, laying her onto her back. I helped her remove her bed pants, as she looked at me with a serious look and said, “Not you… him” I turned to see that you’d stripped off completely, and began laying your solidly built body onto my wife’s curves. She lifted her legs up and out, as you slid your tongue deep into her mouth. Her hands went down and grabbed your cock, as she guided it towards her wet throbbing hole. Hmmmm… anyone want to finish the story?

6 April 2026

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You let me know what time you are going to pick me up when you are here in Canberra. You tell me that your parents and bro love love smooth pussy and to have mine shaved and perfect, you also mention not to have any underwear on under a dress and wearing heels as well, I reply that it will be nice and smooth, I start to get ready an hour before you arrive making sure that I have all my toys and the lingerie in a bag ready to go, and also shave my pussy and get dressed. I’m waiting out side for you to turn up and I hop in to your car giving you a kiss and a rub on your cock, I start to feel it getting hard and you groan, we drive over to your parents place, they welcome me with open arms, and I see that your bro is there as well, we all go into the living room and sit down and start chatting having a wonderful time. Your mum gets up and goes and checks on dinner as she invited me over to have dinner with everyone, she comes back and announces that it is ready, we all go and sit at the table and dinner is brought out, and we all say grace for the food and for the fun that we are about to have after dinner. My ears prick up on this and I look at you, you have a mischievous look on your face and wink at me, we all dig in as soon as grace is done, but during the meal I feel your hand sliding under my dress and playing with my pussy and your parents noticed that my dress moved up and showed off my shaved pussy as it was a glass table, and i could see that your dad and bro were starting to get horny and the same with you, I mentioned to your mum it is a wonderful meal once we have finished. I get up and excuse myself and go to the bathroom and changed into my lingerie and put the tail plug in my ass, I come back out to see that everyone is naked and 3 BBC were nice and erected, I come over and kneel down and start sucking dads cock, he starts to moan and he grabs my head and thrusts his cock towards the back of my throat, I start to gag, but he keeps going till a load of cum sprays into my mouth, the same thing happens with you and your bro. I stand up and start kissing your mum with tongue and playing with her pussy till she cums, we all go to the bedroom and see that all the toys are out and that there is rope to tie both your mum and I up so that you boys can fuck us like crazy. But first you get your mum and I to lay down on our backs and legs spread apart, you gently start stroking your cock against my pussy, while your bro has his in my mouth, your dad does the same with your mums pussy, you both look at each other and push your cocks into our pussy and start to pound, it starts off slowly and then increases in intensity, you both eventually cum in our pussy and we moan with excitement. After a bit of rest, your mum and I start to use the toys any enjoy every bit of it while you and bro and dad are watching and stroking your cocks, dad decided that he would have his way with me and stick his cock in my pussy, I gasp at the size of cock and he then starts to pound my pussy like no tomorrow and eventually cum. We all have fun that night, I’m invited to stay the night, which I accept and we all sleep soundly in our rooms, I stay in your room and we have our own fun and then we eventually fall asleep. I wake up first and look over and your still sleeping, I start to stroke your cock and you begin to wake up, I hop on your cock, and start to fuck you and by then your fully awake, and we fuck, moaning loudly, you cum in my pussy, I kiss you good morning and go and have a shower and get all my things together, I have breakfast with everybody and you bring me back to my place, I give you a goodbye kiss and say until next time.

4 April 2026

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