At first my brain refused to believe what my eyes were seeing. There was mom standing not more than ten feet away completely naked with a glazed look in her eyes. She also had one hand cupping her mound while her other hand was busy tugging on the stiffened nipple of her left breast. As I watched in terrified silence she appeared to come out of her trance. Her eyes focused on me and she gave me the same look she'd given me earlier, the look of someone studying something they weren't sure about. Without uttering a word she turned slowly and casually strode toward the hallway, her beautiful ass swaying gently as she walked. Once she was out of sight I turned and saw that Cassie had seen the same thing. As gently as possible I pushed myself off of Cassie, her pussy clinging to my cock briefly before letting it slip from her drenched tight hole. I sat at the far end of the couch and just stared into the distance too afraid to trust my voice to say anything. For some reason Cassie wasn't a
Jim and I were humiliated and we ran from the party as fast as we could while all those assholes just laughed at us. On the way out the door Jim snagged a half full bottle of whiskey that we drank after parking a block from home. Needless to say we both got pretty loaded. For some reason he and I began talking about sex and one thing led to another. Before either of us knew it we were in the back seat of his camaro fucking. So you see, I can't be mad at you for doing what I've done too.""Holy shit," was all I could think to say."Exactly," she replied, her voice holding a hint of sadness."Was that the only time you guys did it?" The question hung in the air a few moments before mom answered."No, we uh, did it several more times before it got too strange.""Strange how?""For one thing the constant worry that our parents would catch us put a lot of fear into us. Plus it was strange seeing my brother's face above me when we made love. I had trouble handling it and I think he felt th
"You simply have options that I don't!" I protested, as my friend Meredith and I continued marinating ourselves in the hotel spa. I waved my hand dismissively at her from across the jacuzzi, shouting through the steam and noise of the spa jets. "You have so much more sexual capital than I do. The guys are falling over themselves to talk to you, and your breasts" -- I mimed cupping and squeezing her ample D-cups -- "they're like beacons to horny guys."Meredith giggled. "You're not giving yourself enough credit," she said. "I see guys totally into you but you're shutting them out. And don't talk to me about sexual capital. You're so much thinner than I am. Your boobs are amazing, and I caught a glimpse of your butt as we were changing and it's just begging to be spanked!""Perv!" I protested, languidly splashing some water in her general direction.And she was a perv and she knew it. Meredith was the unabashed libertine within my circle of close work friends. The night before, as we no
Hesitatingly, I smiled and said, "If I asked for an Old Fashioned, what would you make it with?"She rattled off a few high-priced options, but seeing my frown, she offered, "But our house bourbon is the Buffalo Trace. It's from the same distillery that makes Pappy Van Winkle." I nodded my assent and watched her mix her magic.I took a sip of the offered concoction and sighed contentedly. It wasn't a bad night, exactly.My phone in my purse chimed. It was Meredith."Please tell me you're doing something fun tonight!" she texted."Well, I'm at the bar. It's full of dudebros, but I'd do the dyke-y bartender in a heartbeat.""Pics, please. Wait, since when are you into girls again?""Lol. You are such a bad influence. I've always been into girls, just been craving cock lately. Not like I've gotten either lately."My texting spree was interrupted by a bump on my right elbow from a muscular man with a shock of white hair, wearing a well-tailored suit and slightly loosened tie. I moved my p
As the bartender slid another Old Fashioned towards me, I noticed my phone blinking at me. When I unlocked it and opened my messaging app, I was greeted with a smirking picture of Meredith, her ample bosom fully exposed, nipples erect, with a bottle of Champagne nestled in between them. I coughed and sputtered, droplets of cocktail spraying slightly onto my phone."Whoa! Excuse me!" I said, my eyes widening and blinking rapidly.."Some sort of emergency?" Tim asked."No," I said. "It's my girlfriend. She's...." I pursed my lips together, considering further. "She's clearly having a good time tonight. She's trying to get me into trouble.""You don't seem to be the type to get into trouble," Tim said."Oh really?" I asked. "I might surprise you with how much trouble I've gotten myself into in the past."I saw the light on my phone blinking again and shoved my phone into my purse."Don't let me keep you here if your friend needs you," Tim said apologetically."Oh, no. She doesn't need me
I pulled away briefly and tugged off my blouse and quickly shrugged out of my bra. Tim's eyes widened as he took in the sight. I sat up straight and arched my back, and pulled his head down to the fullness of my left breast. He lightly ran his tongue over my nipple and then gently sucked on it. I pulled his head down into my breast and moaned as he continued his attention."Harder," I moaned. I felt a jolt of pleasure radiate into my body as he nibbled in response to my command."Please," I said. "Harder." His deep breathing momentarily paused and I soon felt more of a pinch. I squealed in pleasure, arching my back further. I nestled down further on the couch and pulled him towards me, my own hand running across his chest and over his pants. He was rock-hard and I traced the outline of his cock and stroked him through his pants, all while guiding his hand to my other breast. Soon, through the ministrations of his mouth and his hands on my breasts, it was all too easy for me to lose my
I met her online, on some dating site. I can't remember which one exactly, I have so many on my phone, and this was sometime ago when I first returned to the country. We added each other on a few social medias, Snapchat, kik, and instagram. What initially attracted me to her, was her long blonde hair, her big eyes that her makeup just made pop, and her very impressive deep cleavage. We chatted a little bit here and there, and eventually talked more. She loved sex, was very open about it, and enjoyed talking about it. I'm the exact same way, and it's gotten me into trouble a few times. So talking to someone with the same openness is always welcomed. She revealed to me that want really gets her off is to be roughed up, commanded, and be called names. Rough sex was something I took too quite quickly. I felt pretty confident that telling her about my experience doing some pornos, and showing her a clip would get her interested me. She liked what she saw, and we kept talking and decided to
I smiled, and asked "What are you giggling about?"."Oh...I'm just remembered all of those guys blatantly staring at my tits back at the bar." She answered."Well, I think now seems like a good time." I thought to myself.I walked up to her, and didn't stop walking pushing her up against a wall.She looked me in the eyes and said "Ooo, I like this!"I brought my hand up to her neck getting a solid grip and in an angered tone said to her, "Oh do? Do you fucking this?" I tightened my grip around her neck, "You like to dress like a fucking slut, and tease men huh?"She looked at me with a panicked look in her eyes, most likely from my very abrupt change in tone and mood."I asked you a question, you fucking slut! You fucking answer me when I'm talking to you! Do you like showing off your fucking tits and ass, and flirting with men giving them false hope?" I demanded from her raising my voice.She nodded and eased my grip from around her neck long enough for her to gasp and reply with a s