We were sharing the bed. My stepmom was on her side, back to me, tank top and nothing else. I was already hard.
I pressed against her ass, reached around, and shoved two fingers into her pussy. She was wet. I fucked her with my fingers hard, thumb on her clit, until she was pushing back and dripping. She didn’t stop me.
I pulled my cock out, spat on it, and pushed into her from behind. No slow. I fucked her rough right away—deep, hard strokes, one hand gripping her hip, the other rubbing her clit fast. She moaned into the pillow and took it. I kept going harder, hips slamming against her ass.
She came first, clenching tight around me, shaking. I pulled out, spat on her asshole, and shoved the head in. She tensed, then relaxed and pushed back...
My friend’s husband fucked me raw at his wife’s birthday night. Nobody told me he had taken something that keeps a cock hard for hours.
He filled me with his cum
Didn’t pull out.
He invited me to his wife’s birthday party like it was nothing. I almost didn’t go. Curiosity won.
The house was full of people, music, laughter. His wife was in the living room opening gifts, surrounded by friends. He found me in the hallway, took my wrist, and led me upstairs without a word.
The second the bedroom door closed he had me against it, mouth on mine, hand already under my dress. I felt how hard he was — thicker, heavier than I remembered.
“I took something,” he muttered against my lips. “It’s not going down for hours.”
He spun me around, shoved my dress up, and yanked my panties to the side. No condom. The thick head of his cock pushed against me, then sank in with one long, relentless stroke. The stretch made me bite my arm to stay quiet. He bottomed out and stayed there, throbbing, letting me feel every inch of the drug-fueled hardness.
Then he fucked me.
Hard, deep, steady thrusts that made the door rattle. Downstairs the party continued — voices, music, the clink of glasses. He clamped a hand over my mouth and kept going, hips slamming against my ass, the wet sound of him driving into me loud in the quiet room. I came once, legs shaking, and he didn’t even slow down. He just adjusted his grip and pounded deeper, the medication keeping him steel-hard long after any normal man would have finished.
He pulled out only long enough to throw me on the bed, climb between my legs, and sink back in. I watched his face as he fucked me raw, eyes dark with focus, cock never softening. Another orgasm ripped through me. Still he kept going.
Only after what felt like forever did his rhythm finally break. He buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, gritted groan — thick, hot pulses flooding me while the party noise floated up from downstairs. Even after he finished he stayed hard inside me, still twitching, the medication refusing to let him go soft.
He kissed my neck, breathing heavily.
“Wife’s still busy with the guests,” he whispered. “We’re not done.”
I lay there with his cum already leaking out of me, the bass of the music thumping through the floor, knowing the night was only getting started… and that his cock wasn’t going down anytime soon.
I Got Caught Touching Myself in the Library Study Room… and the Guy Who Walked In Made Me Finish on His Cock Instead
The study room was supposed to be empty.
I had my hand under my skirt, fingers moving in slow circles, biting my lip to stay quiet. The door opened without warning. He stepped in — tall, quiet guy from my lectures — and froze when he saw what I was doing. My hand was still between my legs. I was too far gone to stop.
He locked the door behind him.
“Don’t take your hand away,” he said, voice low. He walked over, freed his cock — already thick and hard — and stroked it once while watching me. “Keep going… but you’re finishing on this.”
He pulled my chair back, pushed my legs open wider, and rubbed the head of his cock against my wet fingers and pussy. Then he pushed inside me in one deep stroke. I gasped. He started fucking me right there in the chair, steady and hard, while I kept rubbing my clit like he told me to.
The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of me filled the small room. Every thrust pushed me closer. He gripped the back of the chair and drove deeper, eyes locked on where we were joined.
“Come on my cock,” he muttered. “Now.”
I did. Hard. My pussy clenched around him as I came, shaking, trying not to moan too loud. He kept fucking me through it, then buried himself deep and flooded me with hot cum, pulsing inside me while I was still trembling.
He pulled out slowly, tucked himself away, and opened the door like nothing had happened.
At the doorway he looked back and said,
“Same room tomorrow. Door stays unlocked.”
I sat there still dripping, legs weak, already knowing I’d be back.
I finally fucked my grandpa.
I was 27 and back in the village for a short visit. Everyone else had gone out, so it was just the two of us in the old family house. Grandpa was 80, thin but still upright, the kind of man who still insisted on doing small things himself. I thought he was asleep in his room when I went to take a bath. The bathroom door didn’t lock properly. I was under the water, soap on my skin, when he walked in holding a towel, saying he was looking for something. He stopped when he saw me. I didn’t cover myself right away. At his age I didn’t think it mattered. He just stood there, eyes moving over me, and I saw the front of his wrapper start to rise.
He stepped closer. “You’re not a small girl anymore,” he said, voice rough. His hand touched my wet shoulder, then slid down. I stayed still. When his fingers brushed my nipple I felt it tighten. He cupped my breast like he was testing the weight, thumb rubbing slow. My breath changed. He noticed. He pressed me gently against the tiled wall, the water still running, and kissed my neck the way an old man does—careful at first, then firmer. I reached down and felt him through the wrapper. He was hard. Thick. Not what I expected at 80.
We moved to his room because the bathroom floor was slippery.
I fucked and sucked my wife’s twin sister thinking she was my wife.
They look almost identical. Same face, same body, same voice. My wife was supposed to be home. I came in from work and found her in the bedroom in just a robe. I didn’t question it. I walked up, kissed her, and she kissed me back harder than usual. I dropped to my knees, opened the robe, and started sucking her pușšy. She was already wet.
PART 1
My best friend’s boyfriend slept with me, and two days later, I helped her investigate the girl he cheated with.
I know how terrible that sounds. Let me explain.
My best friend and I had been close for years. I knew how much she loved her boyfriend, so I never looked at
I fucked my neighbor’s pregnant wife. It’s what I’ve always wanted. She’s 7 months along.
Her husband was at work. She texted me to come over. I walked in and she was in a tight tank top stretched tight over her swollen belly and heavy, full breasts, nipples already hard and pointed through the fabric. She looked at me, breathing heavier, and said, “I’ve been so fucking horny. My pušșy’s been wet all day. He won’t touch me. I’ve wanted your cock for months. Fůck me.”
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I fûcked my wife’s sister in the hotel bathroom while my wife was still at the spa, and she still joined us for dinner like her mouth had never been on me.
We had booked the weekend together. My wife went down for a massage and said she would be an hour. Her sister looked at the door, then at me, and said that was long enough. She pulled me into the bathroom, locked it, and sank to her knees. She took my còck into her mouth, slow and wet, eyes up, one hand braced on the sink. Then she stood, turned, robe open, and bent over the counter. Nothing beneath. Already slick.
I slid into her pùssy in one stroke. She bit her arm so the corridor would not hear. I moved deep and steady, the mirror fogging, her hips pushing back every time the lift dinged outside. She came with a sharp shudder, tightening around me, face turned into her wrist. I finished inside her because she reached back and kept me there. We straightened the robes. She wiped her thigh, unlocked the door, and was sitting on the bed when my wife returned.
My friends accidently made my boyfriend cum inside me
We're a bunch of college aged young adults who, for the most part, isn't really shy around each other when it comes to sex. One night a friend of ours told us she had an idea for a game that she played with some other people recently. It's like truth or dare, but it's more dare or drink. You're given a dare to do or you take a shot and by nature of the game, it's sexual. We all had a slight buzz going on before the game began. As my boyfriend and I were the only couple in the friend group at the time, all of out dares were with each other. We didn't mind though, it just made things fun. I was made to rub his dick through his pants for a minute, he had to kiss my neck for a minute, I had to make out with his dick (not suck it, just kiss all over it for a minute), and he had to play with my nipples for a minute.
Finally, one of my friends told me I had to sit on my boyfriends dick, without either of us doing anything about it. I pulled his dick back out of his pants and pulled my shorts over to the side. I sat down with his dick sliding as deep inside me as it gets. The rest of our dares were we could not cum or do anything. We had to just sit there with his dick inside me around my friends. I didn't technically try to get my boyfriend off, but I'd move as I sat on him and he'd react. My friends called me out, but I told them I was just behaving how I was before I had to sit on his dick, which is true, I wasn't fully still before his dick was inside me. Finally, I felt his dick throb and he exploded his cum into my pussy. My friends declared that he lost as we couldn't cum, but honestly he didn't mind having to take a shot after he just came inside his girlfriend. We had some wild sex later that night, getting off from the built up sex stress from our game.
I fucked my supervisor in her office during work hours. She’s fifty-five. I’m twenty-five. She likes younger men. I like older women. She’s married.
She called me in under the excuse of reviewing a file. The moment the door closed she locked it. Her blouse was tight across her chest, nipples already stiff and visible beneath the fabric. She looked at me steadily and said, “I’ve been wet thinking about you. My husband doesn’t touch me anymore. I prefer younger men who can actually fuck. Come here.”
Mom was gone. He was on the couch. I walked in naked, pushed him back, and pulled his cock out.
I straddled him and sank down onto his cock hard. No warmup. I was already wet. I rode him rough, slamming down, taking him deep every time. He tried to hold my hips. I pinned his wrists above his head and kept going, grinding hard until I came, pussy clenching tight around him, dripping down his balls.
I didn’t stop. I lifted off, spat on his cock, then reached back and guided him into my ass. I sank down slow at first, then started riding him there hard too—bouncing, taking it deep, ass gripping him. He groaned under me. I kept my hands on his wrists and fucked him until my thighs shook.
I came again with two fingers on my clit, ass clenching hard. He was close. I stayed buried and let him finish inside my ass, hips grinding against him while he filled me in thick pulses.
I climbed off. Cum leaked out of my ass and down my thigh onto the couch. I wiped some of it with my fingers and pushed them into his mouth. He sucked them clean.
“Harder next time,” I said, still catching my breath. “And I want your mouth on me first.”
He just nodded, chest heaving.
He bent me over the edge of the jacuzzi,
grabbed my hips,
and fucked me doggy-style while the jets ran.
heard the porn through the bathroom door, low moans, the wet sound of someone getting fucked hard. A minute later he called my name.
“Come here.”
I stepped inside. The jacuzzi was already running, steam rising. He stood there naked, cock thick and hard from whatever he’d been watching, eyes dark.
“Tonight,” he said, voice rough, “I’m hanging this pussy on the edge of the jacuzzi.”
He didn’t wait. He turned me around, pushed me forward until my hands gripped the smooth rim, and shoved my panties down to my thighs. The warm steam kissed my bare skin. He kicked my feet apart, lined up, and sank into me in one deep stroke from behind.
The stretch made me gasp.
He bottomed out and stayed there for a second, letting me feel how hard he was, then started fucking me in long, heavy thrusts. Every stroke drove me forward against the edge of the tub. Water splashed. My tits swung with the force. He gripped my hips hard and pulled me back onto him again and again, the wet slap of skin loud over the hum of the jets.
“This is what I was watching,” he growled, pounding deeper. “Except now it’s you.”
He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight, rough circles while he fucked me. I came hard, legs shaking, having to lock my elbows so I wouldn’t slip. He didn’t slow down. He just used my orgasm to take me harder, hips slamming against my ass until he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded with a deep groan — thick, hot pulses flooding me while the jacuzzi jets hummed beneath us.
He stayed locked inside, breathing hard against my back, still twitching.
When he finally pulled out, a heavy stream of cum ran down my thighs and dripped into the water.
He kissed the back of my neck and spoke against my skin.
“Next time I’m watching, you’re already going to be bent over this edge waiting for me.”
I stayed there for a long moment, still gripping the rim, legs weak, his release slowly mixing with the warm water below.