I was 18 and still a virgin. I landed a summer job in another city and stayed with my aunt to save money. She was in her 40s, with a thick build. Her husband was away those 2 months as well due to work. She had two sons that were already at university, and one daughter my age who was there with us.. When I was younger I had met her a few times only at family events. Initially when I moved in, everything seemed fine, I met her and her daughter, we had dinner together. The next day I began my summer job. Now I mentioned I was a virgin but I was also a bit desparate/frustrated those days. In the evenings I spent most of my time watching porn and jerking off in my room. Not gonna lie, I did some pretty desperate things back then. A week in, I started fantasising about her daughter, I just couldn't help it. She was beautiful and pretty busty for her slim figure. I used to picture her naked till one day I just couldn't help myself. I snuck into her room while she was out, and went throug
A couple years back after graduating highschool, I found my best friends mom on social media sex site called fet life. Even though her face was blurred out of every single one of her photos, I recognized some of the pictures from her Facebook. When I went on to read her bio, it confirmed everything else. She had recently gotten divorced from her husband just a year prior and only had 1 son who was away at college. As I kept reading her profile, I stumbled upon the list of fetishes she was into. In total, she was into 88 different fetishes and had another 46 she was curious about. One of those fetishs stood out amongst the rest. That being consensual non consensual. 35 of the 43 short stories she had written on her profile involved CNC and her getting man handled. It was kind of ironic that’s what she was into considering she could probably beat up the average male who didn’t train or workout. Matt’s mom was basically known in our town as a workout junky and even taught yoga, boxing, an
I was with my girlfriend and her sister. We slent the day hanging out and shopping at an outside mall complex. Her sister was staying the night. I let them have the evening out in the living room while I watched some TV from the bedroom. I got up to refill my water cup at around 11pm and when I walked through the living room, only her sister was awake still. My girlfriend was passed out on the couch. I probably should've had more clothes on than my sleep shorts. You could definitely see my dick print and her sister was looking at me the moment I walked in. I guess its my house, and if I want to walk around shirtless, I can. Her sister walked over and started talking to me. I watched her eyes going all over my body. Who doesn't like a big strong man though? Haha "God I wish my boyfriend had a body like yours." She said. I was flattered, but needed to make a joke. "Well, thank you, too bad big muscles mean I have a small dick?" I said and laughed. She didn't laugh. "I know thats a
I don’t know why, but sometimes mutual masturbation is just so much better than sex. Last night my buddy Jake came over. We haven’t ever fooled around before but we got a little tipsy. I told him I was horny and wanted to touch myself so he said let’s do it. We went to my room and I put on porn that we chose together. I got naked first and he just stared at me. I got out a vibrator, laid down, and started having fun. He was amazed, and then he laid down next to me and took out his cock. It was way bigger than I expected, I don’t know why he’d have a small cock but it was probably 8 inches and too thick for him to completely grip. Soon I found myself just watching him stroke his cock and not even watching any of the porn. I noticed he was just watching me too. I played it up a little bit and moaned louder than I normally would. I then started directing him. Telling him when to speed up his pace stroking his cock, when to slow down, when to touch his balls. He said he knew we weren’t f
This past weekend, I took my oldest daughter to her volleyball tournament a couple hours from home. We do this a couple times a month and we almost always split a room with my friend Julie. Her daughter and mine are close, so Julie and I became close through this team. When we arrived at the hotel, it was around 7, got our key from the front desk and went up to the room. Maybe 15 minutes later, knock on the door and I'm thinking, good, Julie is here. Open the door and there is Julie's son, Danny, and Julie's daughter. Apparently Julie had to cancel at the last minute, and her son Danny, who just turned 21, figured he would just fill in for his mom. I texted Julie asking what happened and she just apologized and said she would have texted earlier but didn't want me to back out of the tournament or anything because of her. Ugh. OK. Guess we have to make the best of this. I have known Danny for a few years, he has been around from time to time and I knew I didn't have to fear for mine
Let me start with an honest assessment of myself: I was pretty awful to this guy for a while. Not going to deep dive into the specifics because I don't come out looking great. Short version is I caused genuine problems in his life. A romantic situation I torpedoed, some group stuff I made unnecessarily complicated, the kind of quiet sustained pettiness I'd convinced myself was justified at the time and was not. Found out recently he'd been really struggling. I felt the specific shame that comes with realizing you were a meaningful contributor to someone's bad year. I saw him at the campus coffee shop last week. I sat down. That part took more nerve than I expected. We talked. Slowly at first, like people who have said things they can't take back. Then more normally. Then actually normally, the way we used to before I decided to be a nightmare. Somewhere in there I touched his arm and told him there was nothing like a grudge fuck for clearing the air. He looked at me. "Are you seri
i think my biggest problem on first dates is that i genuinely cannot keep the words "cum in me" from coming out of my mouth. tbh it happens literally every time i get fucked. i'm just obsessed and addicted to it. literally addicted. like i know normal people go on a first date and maybe kiss at the end. maybe. and i'm over here forty five minutes into coffee already thinking about how to get him back to his place so he can fill me up with cum. it's actually embarrassing how easy i am to cum inside. i don't even play hard to get about it anymore. i have lost any sense of shame. i WANT them to know. i want them to know i'm the kind of girl who's gonna beg for it before they've even bought me a second drink. something about a guy i barely know finishing inside me just does something to my brain that i can't really explain and honestly i've stopped trying to fully understand it. i'm just wired that way. the last one was literally a coffee date. COFFEE. we matched, he seemed cute, we met
(19 at the time of story) A lot of girls really like big cocks. Including most of my friends. They’re always talking about how they need to be stretched, how nothing under seven inches is worth their time, how they can “feel the difference.” I used to nod along like I agreed. Truth is, I don’t. I never really have. I don’t think you need a big one to have good sex. I think most guys who are packing just rely on the size and forget how to actually fuck. I met Cameron and stopped pretending I didn’t like it average. We matched on an app. He was cute in a normal way, nice smile, good arms, the kind of guy who looked like he’d actually listen when you talked. We hung out a couple times, made out on his couch, and the third time his hand finally slid down the front of my shorts. I wasn’t wearing panties. I never do. The second his fingers dragged through how wet I already was, he made this low, surprised sound against my neck. “Jesus, you’re soaked.” I just pushed his hand deeper and k
first semester, dorm room, his hands on my hips, face down in the pillow. he'd been at it for a while by the time the knock came. I was completely gone, not thinking about anything, being used in the specific way that empties your head entirely, and then three knocks on the door and I reached for the sheet. his hand came flat between my shoulder blades and kept me exactly where I was. "yeah?" he called out. completely casual. like nothing was happening. "it's me," my roommate said from the other side. "can I grab my charger?" I opened my mouth. he answered before anything came out. "come in." I froze. turned my head sideways on the pillow and watched the handle move and the door open and my roommate walk two steps in and stop. she took it all in at once. me face down, him behind me, the situation entirely and unmistakably obvious. the sounds we'd been making. all of it. she didn't leave. she smiled. not embarrassed. not apologetic. this slow warm knowing smile like she'd wal
Back when I was 28, I was a middle school teacher, in a small school in the country where all my colleagues were older than me. I got along well with some of them though, espcially a 36yo chubby divorced mom. She had a nice face and great curves everywhere even if she dressed casually and nothing too sexy at school as most teachers. She liked me and often complimented me about how it shouldn't be hard for me to get girls, how many teens in school told her I was handsome and so on. It was not so much flirting than playing with the limits of our profrssional relationship, and surely get the thrill of getting the attention of a younger man. Anyway at one point we went on a school trip abroad with another female colleague and 40+ teenagers. We stayed in a youth hostel, the teens were in rooms of 4 or 5, and the teachers in their own room. I was alone, and the two females were together. The trip went really well, we all had a good time, and I found out that my colleague was more fun than I
This is a story about how I became a regular fucktoy to my girlfriend's best friend. Before we get to the cool part I'm gonna give some context and background to us as the story of how we know each other is quite specific. Before I dated or even met my current girlfriend (let's call her Jenny), I went on a date from Tinder with her best friend (we're gonna call her Sydney). Sydney was my age so 25 at the time, a curvy alternative redhead with tattoos, nose piercing and most importantly - a huge set of boobs. I'd be lying if I said that those weren't the reason I swiped right on her. I'm not even that exited about large breasts, I love small titties and big tits, but those were the largest I've ever seen and the thought of a chance of burying my face in those, made me excited. Think of Aleksa Mink kind of boobs. That's the kind of rack we're talking about here. Anyway, the date was fine, but we didn't vibe as much as I hoped we would, so we kindly thanked ourselves and wished each oth
I was fully naked, lying on my back, looking at him. He wasn't reading. His book was closed on his chest and he was looking right at me. Fuck. I didn't look away. I couldn't. I let him look. I let his eyes travel down my body. I saw them linger on my tits, on my nipples, the way they rocked slightly on my large breasts with the movement of the train. His gaze moved lower, down over my stomach, to the smooth skin between my legs. I had my legs pressed together, but I knew he could still see the shape of my pussy, because so could I, and together we looked at my body. He swallowed. His hand, which had been resting on his book, tightened into a fist. He wasn't looking away. He was just looking. And I was just letting him. God. How embarrassing. What a slut. I wanted to cover my face with my hands, but I couldn’t do it. It felt too exciting. Too illicit. Too naughty and addictive and… I took a slow breath, trying to steady myself, my body still on display for him. Well, I thought.
Currently in Miami for a long weekend to relax and chill. Over the last few nights, the couple in the room next door to me have been fucking loud and often. Morning. Afternoon. Night. Each of the rooms have connecting outdoor patios with some sheer linen curtains separating the patios. Some comfy lounge chairs and a table. My late night ritual is usually is to sit out late at night before bed and enjoy a nice cigar. Only wearing some loose shorts. Feet up on a small table. It was almost 1am and they come strolling in and say hi as they walk into their room. We make some small talk. Said I looked real comfortable and that the cigar smelled good. I thank them and ensured it didn’t bother them and they said not at all. Do my thing. Shortly after that they’re going at it again, except this time they opened their door knowing full well I had a perfect view inside. She peeks out to make sure I’m still there and smiles. Then she goes a few steps in and here in her knees and proceeds to
I’ve been exercising a lot lately. Maybe a little too much. Like every other gym person out there, I went too hard, too fast. That’s why there’s such thing as progressive overload. I learned my lesson and decided that I’d do smaller weights and sets, and gradually work my way up. All this exercise made my body sore. Everything hurt. Recovery was taking longer than anticipated. I decided I’d go to a massage therapist and see if that’d work. “Take off your clothes, put the towel around your waist, and lay down, stomach first.” I nodded and headed into the changing area. I took everything off, folded it, placed it on a nearby chair, then put the towel around my waist. The massage therapist said I could either put headphones in and relax, or we could do some more intense deep tissue work. I wanted the deep tissue work. I wanted to feel relief. I wanted it to borderline hurt, but in a good way. I saw the massage table in the middle of the room. There was a counter close to the mas
I moved to the regional center to attend university. My parents didn't have their own place there, and renting a room was expensive, so my mother's sister, Aunt Vera, took me in. She was forty-five and worked as an accountant at a garment factory. She had divorced her husband about ten years ago, lived alone in a spacious two-room apartment, kept a cat, and, as I thought then, had given up on her love life. I was nineteen. I'd noticed this oddity about myself before. On commuter trains, in lines, on the street, my gaze always gravitated not to my peers with their skinny jeans and backpacks, but to women in their forties and fifties. I was mesmerized by their heavy thighs, clinging to their skirts, their powerful calves, and the large breasts they carried before them like jewels. Their backsides were especially intoxicating—wide, substantial, swaying as they walked. I imagined myself plunging my hands into that flesh, spreading the cheeks and penetrating that most secret,
I'd seen Bianca at school drop-off and pick-up for years, and we always exchanged easy small talk. She was probably ten years older than me (at 35, I'm a young single dad) and never someone I'd thought of as my type. Her manicure was always perfect, her lashes unmistakably fake, and her lips unnaturally plump (but not veering into duck lip territory). Even though she was older than me, and not the sort of woman who I usually found myself interested in, I always found her attractive. It’s funny how the busy-mom-rushing-through-the-morning look actually showed off how attractive she was better than the lips or lashes. She was often braless, and in oversized tees and yoga pants. She clearly took care of herself: a shapely ass, soft curves, and the unmistakable signs of having carried three kids - a little belly, breasts that swayed and hung in a way that drove me wild. She was, undeniably, a MILF. A few weeks before school let out, I saw Bianca confront two girls from our kids' class.
It was almost 1 a.m. and I had just wrapped up a three-hour chemistry grind when my phone buzzed. It was Brooke, my girlfriend. Her contact pic: a blurry photo of us at the beach, her blonde hair whipping into my face, mouth open wide. I answered on the third ring. “Hey. What’s up?” “Tyler.” Her voice was tight, slightly nasal, the way she got when she was pissed but trying not to show it. “Can you do me a huge favor?” I closed my laptop, pinched the bridge of my nose, and braced. “Sure, babe.” “It’s Kayla. She’s at this party on the edge of town and she’s, uh, not exactly… functioning.” There was some movement in the background and Brooke’s voice dipped to a whisper. “She’s wasted. Like, can’t-even-call-an-Uber wasted. She tried, but the app says there’s a thirty-minute wait and she’s being a huge brat. I don’t have my license yet and Mom is going to freak if Kayla comes home like this. Can you just… pick her up and maybe drive her around for a bit? Let her chill before she gets d
It happened during a get together at our house. It was getting close to the end of the night, and my wife’s friend and I were having a conversation on our back deck. We’ll call her Annie. Well Annie and I were talking about tipping. When to tip, when not to tip, how much to tip, etc. I was going on about how the definition of a good tip has changed drastically in the past decade. 12% to 15% to 20% now. She listened to me intently as I droned on, maintaining eye contact and nodding her head in agreement. When I finally finished my long winded speech, she responded. “Well honestly that’s for you to worry about,” she said. “This will always be a good tip for women.” As she finished her sentence, she brought a hand up to her shirt and grabbed the fabric near her neckline. She pulled her shirt down on one side of her chest, letting one of her tits pop out into view. My eyes went wide while I followed her movements down to her chest. As soon as her tit was out, her nipple immedia
Last week I (20F) went with my family on a trip to Disney. I was really excited, especially because my best friend (19F) happened to be going with her family at the same time, which meant we could spend the whole week together. We had gotten a room discount, and somehow convinced our parents to let us have our own room. The hotel we were all staying at was NICE. The kind of place where everyone you see looks rich, fit, and attractive. My friend (I’ll call her Kayla) and I had spent the weeks beforehand planning, including buying matching swimsuits for hanging by the pool. We both have similar body types, smaller A-cup tits and a bigger ass, so we bought two of the same maroon string bikini set. I won’t lie, we looked good. I could feel the eyes on us, many of which were the older dads on vacation with their families. I could tell Kayla was loving the attention too. We made a few TikToks to show off our fits and stayed at the pool until it started to get dark. Later on that night, I w
This happened in college. Me, my roommate and his girlfriend were sitting around one Sunday doing bong rips. We were all absolutely lifted and they started making out. I was sitting on my desk chair and the two of them were on his bed and she starts rubbing his bulge over his pants. I started laughing and I'm like, "hey guys, I'm right here." She looked right at me and while making direct eye contact pulled his dick out of his pants and started stroking him. Now I'm getting obviously hard and she's like, "jerk off, I wanna see it." I'm like, "what the fuck?" I looked at my roommate and he just shrugs, so I said, "I dont wanna do it to his dick, let me see your tits." So she looked at my roommate and he just shrugs again, so she takes her shirt and bra off. Now she's rubbing him and her tits are bouncing and I'm rubbing myself and they're both looking at me. Its weird, but hot. This goes on for like 3 minutes, at which point I just straight up ask, "can I watch you guys fuck?" They loo