When I was younger,, my parents were going through some issues and I would spend a lot of time at my aunts house with my cousins. She always took a specific liking to me when I was tender age and would always find reasons for me to not be with my cousins but helping her. Not that I complained, because she was very hot with a big chest.

I would sneak looks whenever I could and I know she noticed.

One particular day, my cousins were with their father and I was alone with her in the house. She asked me if I wanted to spend time in the pool with her and I said yes. When her daughters were around, she always wore a one piece, but on this day she had a two piece on with her cleavage begging for attention.

I got my suit on and we went in the pool. We would hang around and swim on this particular day and she would come close and rub her tits on my back while she held me from behind with her hands slowly going down towards my groin area.

I didn’t kno what to feel but it felt good and I knew deep down that it was wrong but I didn’t care.

We get out of the pool and she tells me to get changed in her room. I’m in her room, naked, when she enters from her closet area, where she was supposedly getting changed too, but she was naked.

She sees me standing there naked and she looks right at my dick. Again, tender age, so smooth and not full developed yet. But I see her naked body and a young boys body does what it did best and got aroused.

She giggles and tells me to lay on the bed, so I listen. She gets in the bed with me and begins to gently kiss my lips and I kiss back. Shes whispering how much she finds me sexy and tells me to start nursing on her tits. So I listen. I begin to suck on her beautiful tits and she begins to moan.

ROCKY MOUNTAIN VACATION

My parents had taken me and one of my friends with them to celebrate their anniversary. It was a great little tourist town in the mountains, with fuel, food, and even spending money provided, so, whatever their reason was, we weren’t questioning it. At least, not at first. But, on the second day there, my parents “actual” anniversary date, my Mom took me aside and gave me the strangest and most weirdly erotic request of my life.

Mom took me aside in a dark corner, and pressed herself against me so she could whisper in my ear. I was suddenly very aware the her summer dress had nothing under it as she explained to me that she’d told my dad that she was going to give him a very secret and sexy surprise on the Ferris Wheel, which we were now headed to. As she talked, I couldn’t help but get hard, and when I did, mom reached down and gripped the outline of my cock through my pants. I moaned, and started to protest, but the moan made my words too loud, and so when as soon I started to speak, I immediately shut up for fear of being seen. Before I could regain my senses, mom put me in a perpetual fog of lust by slowly stroking up and down the length of my cock, as she leaned into me a little deeper, and pressed her barely covered breasts against me as she continued to explain her request.

She spoke in lusty whispers, telling me that dad was expecting a sexy little treat when we got on the Ferris Wheel, and, it was true that she’d arranged for the wheel to stop when they got towards the top, but she had no intention of being in Dad’s car when it happened. “In case you can’t tell baby”, she moaned lightly. “Mommy and Daddy are a bit on the kinky side”, she added as she gave my cock a squeeze, and my ear a little lick.

“So?” she asked. “Will you help me give my hubby a little show?”.

I was so lost in intense, if taboo, pleasures, that I wasn’t sure I understood that she’d asked a question, let alone knew how to answer it. But mom quickly clarified, and god help me, when she stopped touching me, I knew I’d agree to anything if it ended with her making me cum. So, a little later on, we got to the ride. We all bought tickets, we all headed for the ride, but, at the last second, mom gave dad a kiss on his forehead, and left his cab to come over to mine. After she got in, she waived to him sweetly as he gave her a confused look and mouthed “what the fuck” through the glass.

His confusion was shortlived though as, once the wheel was in motion, mom started to do a little strip. The straps of her dress fell off one shoulder, and then the other. Then with a little shake, it was pooled at her feet. She bent over, and worked my pants down around my ankles, glancing over her shoulder at dad to make sure he was watching as she began to lick, and generally lap at my cock. When Dad finally took his dick out and started stroking it, mom mounted and guided the head of my cock to her slit.

It was heaven. I slid into her, and she was soaking wet, warm like paradise must feel, and so, so, so fucking tight. She was moaning, and her pussy was gliding up and down the length of my cock in showy, drawn out strokes. She guided me expertly, keeping me on the edge for longer than I would have thought I could hang on, considering the circumstances. But when I told her that it was just too much pleasure, and I knew I would cum soon, she decided to “put the cherry on top”.

“Mmmm…” she moaned. “Sweetie, this is nothing. This is just the start. By the end of the night, I plan to have your father agreeing to whatever I want. And what I want”, she said, leaning into my ear to whisper as I desperately tried to hold back. “Is for you, your friend, your dad, and maybe a few others… to all be balls deep in your mother”. I couldn’t help it, I started fucking up into her hard and fast, and soon I was yelling and cumming, and fucking as hard as I could. “That’s it baby” she yelled as she fucked me back just as hard. “Cum in mommy! Fuck your mother’s tight little cunt!“ And then she was cumming too.

It was intense, and it seemed like it lasted forever, even though it couldn’t have been 15 minutes. But as we got dressed, and the ride started again, mom blew dad a kiss. Dad, had blown a load on the window of the ride, and, just before we got off, mom gave me one last secretive whisper.

My best friend turned me lesbian for a summer. It was the summer between my sophomore and junior year of high school. We had gotten a job at a place that rented chairs and stuff at the beach.

The sun was barely over the dunes when the first tourists started trickling onto the sand, dragging coolers and squinting kids behind them. I adjusted the visor that was part of our uniform and squinted at the incoming tide of beachgoers, already dreading the heat that would settle over everything by noon.

"You ready for this?" Carly asked from beside me, her brown shoulders already gleaming with the first application of sunscreen. She had her dark hair pulled into a messy knot on top of her head, a few stray pieces curling against the back of her neck.

"Born ready," I said, though honestly, I had no idea what I was getting into. It was the summer between sophomore and junior year, and we'd both landed jobs at Shore Rentals, a little weathered shack near the boardwalk that leased out beach chairs, umbrellas, boogie boards, and those little folding tables people used for their paperback novels and piña coladas.

The owner was a guy named Dale who spent most of his time in the back office watching a small TV with rabbit ears, emerging only to collect the cash box at the end of the day. That left Carly and me to run the whole operation—hauling chairs down to prime spots, opening umbrellas, collecting returns, and keeping inventory. It was physical work, sweaty work, and by the end of the first week, my arms had a new definition from carrying aluminum-framed chairs back and forth across the sand.

We'd been best friends since middle school, but this was different—spending eight hours a day together, five days a week, with nobody supervising us. We fell into an easy rhythm. She'd handle the front counter while I hauled equipment, then we'd switch. During the dead hours of early afternoon when the beach was fully baked and nobody was renting anything new, we'd sit in the shade behind the shack on overturned milk crates and split a sandwich from the deli next door.

It was during one of those quiet afternoons that things shifted.

We were talking about the usual stuff—school, who was dating who, what classes we were dreading in the fall—when Carly stretched her arms above her head and yawned, and I noticed the way her tank top rode up, exposing the soft curve of her stomach. I'd seen her in swimsuits a hundred times. We'd had sleepovers since we were twelve. But something about the way the light caught the fine hair on her belly made me look a second longer than I normally would have.

"You're staring," she said, without any accusation in her voice. Just a statement, delivered with a slight smile.

"Am not."

"Are too." She dropped her arms and leaned back against the wall of the shack. "It's okay. I don't mind."

I felt heat rise in my cheeks that had nothing to do with the weather. "I was spacing out. I was thinking about whether I left my straightener on this morning."

"Sure you were." She grinned, and then the conversation moved on to other things, but the moment stayed with me.

The next week was the Fourth of July, and the beach was packed. We worked nonstop from open to close, hauling chairs in shifts, barely time to eat. By the time the last stragglers wandered off the sand and the sky was going purple-orange over the water, we were both exhausted and salt-sticky.

"Come swim with me," Carly said. "I need to get this sunscreen off me or I'm going to lose my mind."

We left the shack locked up and ran down to the water in our work clothes—tank tops and athletic shorts, since we hadn't thought to bring suits. The ocean was warm that time of evening, the day's heat still held in the shallows. We waded out to waist depth and dove under, coming up gasping and laughing.

Carly's tank top clung to her when she surfaced, the fabric going transparent enough to show the outline of her nipples through the wet material. I tried not to stare again, but she caught me, and this time she didn't say anything—just moved closer.

The water lapped between us. She reached out and pushed a strand of wet hair off my forehead, her fingers lingering at my temple.

"You're so pretty," she said quietly. The fireworks started somewhere up the beach, and in the stuttering light of them, her face kept appearing and disappearing—smiling, intent, close.

"Carly—"

"Shh." She kissed me.

Her lips tasted like salt and the cherry lip balm she always carried in her pocket. I froze for a second, my body going rigid with surprise, and then something unlocked in me. I kissed her back, my hands finding her waist under the water, pulling her closer. She made a small sound against my mouth—relief, maybe, or want—and pressed herself against me.

We stood there in the dark ocean, kissing while fireworks burst overhead, and I felt like I was dissolving.

After that, everything changed.

We couldn't keep our hands off each other. The shack became our territory, the space behind it our private world. During those dead afternoon hours when no one was renting anything, we'd find excuses to touch—her hand on my lower back as she squeezed past me to grab an umbrella, my fingers brushing hers when passing over change, our bare legs pressed together on the milk crates.

The first time we did more than kiss was a Tuesday. I remember because it was the slowest day of the week and Dale had left early, saying he'd be back to lock up. The beach was nearly empty, just a few diehards with fishing rods near the jetty.

We were in the back of the shack, surrounded by stacked chairs and the smell of coconut sunscreen and old wood. Carly pulled me onto her lap, and I straddled her, my knees on either side of her hips. She kissed me deep, her tongue sliding against mine, while her hands slid under the hem of my tank top and traced up my spine.

I shivered despite the heat. "Someone could—"

"Nobody's here." She unclasped my bra with one hand—a trick I didn't know she'd learned—and cupped my breast, rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. I gasped and ground down against her lap, feeling the pressure of her thigh between my legs.

"You like that?" she murmured against my neck, and I could only nod, words gone.

She pulled my shirt off and bent her head, taking my nipple into her mouth. The wet heat of her tongue sent sparks through me. I tangled my fingers in her hair, holding her against me, my hips rocking involuntarily against her thigh. I could feel the fabric of my shorts getting damp.

"Let me," she said, and her hand slid down my stomach, fingers dipping under the waistband of my shorts. I lifted up enough for her to slide them down, and then her fingers were between my legs, sliding through the slick wetness there, and I thought I might die from how good it felt.

She rubbed slow circles around my clit while I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out, and then she slipped one finger inside me, then two, curling them in a way that made my whole body jolt.

"Oh god—"

"Shh, shh." She kissed me, swallowing the sounds I was making, her fingers working in and out of me with a steady rhythm. I gripped her shoulders, my nails digging in, and she hissed but didn't stop. "That's it," she whispered. "Come for me."

I came apart on her hand, shaking, my forehead dropping against hers. She held me through it, her fingers still inside me, feeling the last pulses of my orgasm.

When I could breathe again, I kissed her—hard, grateful, hungry for more. I wanted to make her feel what she'd made me feel. I slid off her lap and onto my knees on the sandy floor of the shack, pushing her shorts down. She lifted her hips to help, and then I was face-to-face with her pussy, pink and glistening, and I didn't hesitate. I leaned in and licked her, tasting salt and musk and something that was just her.

She gasped and grabbed my hair. "Oh fuck, yes—"

I'd never done this before, but I followed instinct, following her sounds, doing more of what made her gasp and grip tighter. I sucked gently on her clit, flicked it with my tongue, fucked her with my mouth until her thighs were shaking against my ears and she was pulling my hair hard enough to hurt.

"Right there, don't stop, don't—" She came with a cry she muffled against her own arm, her whole body going tight and then loose.

We stayed there in the back of the shack, half-dressed and sandy, grinning at each other like we'd gotten away with something.

That summer became a blur of work and wanting. We fell into a pattern. Mornings were for actually doing our jobs—hauling chairs, making small talk with tourists, counting inventory. Afternoons were for each other.

We found spots all over the beach. Behind the dunes where the sea grass grew tall and thick, we'd spread out a towel and I'd go down on her while the distant sound of children playing carried over the sand. In the storage room of the shack, surrounded by the smell of neoprene and aluminum, she'd push me against the wall and slide her hand into my shorts. Once, on a cloudy day when the beach cleared out, we went into the water together and she fingered me in the shallows, waves breaking against our bodies while I tried to keep my composure.

She taught me things. How to read her body—the hitch in her breathing when I found the right spot, the way her back arched when she was close. She taught me that I liked being told what to do in bed, that I got wet when she pulled my hair, that I could come from just her mouth on my nipples if she took her time.

I learned what I liked, too. I liked going down on her—loved it, actually. The intimacy of it, the way she responded, the taste of her. I liked being on top, riding her fingers while she watched my face. I liked the way she said my name when she came, breathless and reverent.

At night, we'd text for hours, sending messages that got more and more explicit until one of us would call and we'd listen to each other touch ourselves over the phone, breathing heavy into the receiver.

There were close calls. A family came back to return a chair once while I was on my knees behind the shack with my face between Carly's legs. We scrambled apart so fast I knocked over a stack of boogie boards, and Carly had to explain the noise by saying she'd tripped. The dad looked skeptical but took his deposit and left.

Another time, Dale came out of the back office while we were making out in the storage room, and we had to pretend we were looking for a specific umbrella. He squinted at us but didn't say anything.

The danger of it was part of the thrill. Every time we heard footsteps on the boardwalk, my heart would hammer and I'd feel a rush of wetness between my legs. Carly said the same thing—that the fear of getting caught made everything more intense.

By August, we were inseparable in a way that went beyond friendship and beyond the physical. We'd lie on the beach after closing, watching the sky go dark, and she'd trace patterns on my hip with her fingertip while I told her things I'd never told anyone. About my parents' fighting. About the eating disorder I'd struggled with freshman year. About the things I was afraid of.

She told me her secrets, too. That she'd known she was attracted to girls since she was thirteen. That she'd had a crush on me for over a year before she'd made her move on the Fourth of July. That she was terrified of going back to school and having to pretend this hadn't happened.

"We don't have to pretend," I said.

She looked at me. "What do you want this to be?"

I didn't know. I knew I wanted her. I knew I didn't want the summer to end. But I didn't know what any of that meant for sophomore-year me, for the person I'd been before her mouth was on my body, before I knew what it felt like to want a woman.

"I want you," I said. "I don't care what we call it."

She kissed my forehead. "Okay."

The last week of August, the beach emptied out. Summer people packed up and went home, and the locals reclaimed the shoreline. We worked our final shifts in a kind of haze, touching each other every chance we got, trying to store up enough of each other to last through the school year.

On our last day, we closed up the shack and walked down to the water one more time. The ocean was different now—colder, rougher, the season turning. We stood at the edge where the waves licked our ankles.

"What are we going to do?" I asked.

"What do you want to do?"

I turned to face her. Her hair was loose, blowing across her face, and I pushed it back the way she'd pushed mine back that first night in the water.

"I want to be yours," I said.

She smiled, and it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. "You already are."

We kissed, and the waves came in around our feet, and the summer ended the way it had begun—with her mouth on mine and the whole ocean stretching out behind us.

School started. We sat together at lunch, walked to class side by side, studied in the library with our chairs close enough that our knees touched under the table. We didn't tell anyone, not exactly, but we didn't hide either. People talked, of course. Whispers in the hallways, looks in the locker room.

I didn't care.

That summer had cracked me open and put me back together as someone new. Someone who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to reach for it. Someone who'd learned the shape of desire from her best friend's hands and mouth and body, and who would never be the same.

Years later, I'd look back on that summer as the one that made me who I am. Not just the sex—though the sex was extraordinary—but the courage of it. The way Carly had seen me looking at her and known what I needed before I did. The way she'd given me permission to want.

Karen Mills had the kind of life that fit perfectly on a Christmas card. Two kids, a minivan with stick-figure family decals on the rear window, and a husband who traveled for business three weeks out of every month. She volunteered at the school bake sale, knew every other parent by name, and never missed a Saturday morning soccer game.

She was forty-one, kept her figure with pilates and sensible portions, and wore her dark hair in a practical bob. Nothing about her suggested anything other than what she appeared to be: a comfortable, contented woman who had settled gracefully into middle age.

Nothing could have been further from the truth.

It started the year Mark took the regional sales director position. The travel was supposed to taper off after the first quarter. It didn't. Karen found herself alone in their four-bedroom house most evenings, the silence pressing against her like a physical thing. She tried book clubs. She tried wine nights with the neighborhood women, their conversations looping endlessly through the same topics: renovations, school board drama, whose husband was probably cheating.

She was dying of boredom. And something else she didn't want to name.

The first time was an accident. Sort of.

She'd been at a home goods store on a Tuesday afternoon, the kind of weekday errand that made her feel like she was playing a role in a play no one was watching. A man had helped her reach a shelf she couldn't quite manage. He was younger, maybe thirty, with paint-stained hands and an easy smile. He'd made a joke. She'd laughed too long. They'd ended up having coffee at the café next door.

His name was Danny. He was a contractor working on a kitchen remodel in the neighborhood. He didn't know her. Didn't know about the soccer games or the bake sales or the stick-figure family. To him, she was just a woman with nice eyes who laughed at his jokes.

She went back to his rental the next day while the homeowners were at work.

It was fast, clumsy, and electric. He pressed her against the unfinished kitchen island, his hands shoving her skirt up around her waist while she fumbled with his belt. He wasn't particularly skilled, but he was present in a way Mark hadn't been in years. He looked at her like she was something worth looking at. When he pushed inside her, she came harder than she had in a decade, biting down on his shoulder to keep from screaming.

She drove home with his fingerprints bruised on her hips and sat through dinner with her children feeling like a stranger in her own life.

She should have stopped. She didn't.

Danny was just the beginning.

Karen discovered something about herself that year: she had a talent for compartmentalization. The woman who cheered from the sidelines at Saturday games and the woman who let a stranger fuck her against a kitchen island were two entirely separate people, and Karen had become expert at keeping them apart.

She learned the rhythms. The windows of time. Which apps were discreet, which ones left traces. She created a separate email account, a separate phone she kept in the bottom of her gym bag. She told no one.

There was Marcus, the personal trainer she saw twice a week at a gym across town. He had hands that knew exactly where to press and a mouth that made her forget her own name. He liked to take his time, to pin her wrists above her head and watch her face while he fucked her slow and deep. She'd leave his apartment shaky-legged and drive home to make dinner.

There was Elaine, the woman she met at a fundraiser. Elaine was older, confident, married to a woman who traveled as much as Mark did. Their affair was quieter, more intimate. Elaine would cook for her, pour wine, and then spend an hour between Karen's thighs with a patience and precision that no man had ever bothered to learn. Karen cried the first time, overwhelmed by the tenderness of it.

There was the couple she met through a private channel on an app she'd rather not name. She drove an hour to their house and spent an entire Saturday afternoon being passed between them, learning what it felt like to be filled in ways she'd only read about. The wife held Karen's hand while the husband fucked her from behind, whispering encouragement in her ear. Karen left that night feeling hollowed out and strangely peaceful.

The danger was part of it. She knew that. Every time she slipped away, there was a chance someone would see her, recognize her, connect the dots. The fear was a drug all its own, sharpening every sensation.

But the bigger secret, the one she kept even from herself, was simpler: she didn't want to stop being the soccer mom. She loved her children. She loved the routine, the community, the comfortable architecture of her daily life. She just also wanted this—the raw, anonymous, uncomplicated hunger of being wanted by strangers.

She was living two lives, and both of them were real.

Saturday morning. Karen stood on the sidelines in her sensible shoes, coffee in hand, cheering as her daughter sprinted down the field. The other moms clustered around her, chatting about the new principal and the upcoming silent auction.

"Karen, you look amazing," said Theresa, eyeing her outfit. "New top?"

Karen smiled. "Just something I had in the back of the closet."

It was a blouse Marcus had bought her. She'd worn it to dinner with him last Tuesday, and he'd unbuttoned it slowly, one button at a time, while she sat on the edge of his bed and watched his face.

"You should come to book club Thursday," Theresa said. "We're reading that new psychological thriller everyone's talking about."

"I'll try to make it," Karen said, which was what she always said.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She glanced at it when no one was looking.

Saturday afternoon? I have the place to myself. —E

Karen typed back a single word: Yes.

She slipped the phone away and turned back to the game, shouting encouragement as her daughter lined up for a free kick. The autumn sun was warm on her face. The other moms were laughing about something. The smell of fresh-cut grass mixed with coffee.

No one knew. No one would ever know.

Omg baby, I had no idea I would love this so much. I can’t believe this turns you on.

I mean it’s SO crazy right? What if I always loved this and just didn’t know it?

Like today, omg this dress. So many guys were checking me out. Some of them were so cute…

The palomas tasted so good on that patio and there was a nice breeze I could feel blowing my dress. Oops! But I didn’t care it felt so good and it’s so fun to tease.

Oh my god are you stroking your cock? Do you like my dress? Are you dying to know what they saw? Do you want me to tell you if I talked to anyone?

What if I did? What if he couldn’t stop watching me cross my legs? Would you like that? Baby, what if he was tall and had muscles and tattoos on his chest. I mean if I saw it I would know. What if I was just teasing him so I could tell you a story? I didn’t know what he’d do!

I mean, it all happened so fast. The way he kept staring at my legs when he walked over. How he asked if I had a boyfriend as he grabbed my hand and led me away to the alley. He didn’t care about people on the sidewalk. He put his lips next to mine and looked right into my eyes. Baby I was so wet, omg I’m so wet right now. Don’t cum. Before I could answer I felt his hand between my legs. He felt my wetness and said “well I guess it doesn’t matter”

I looked back at him and nodded. Baby I tried to resist… I tried to be good and tell him I care, but as soon as I nodded he was inside me and my back was against the wall. I couldn’t resist. I didn’t want to. He felt so good and he couldn’t get enough of me. His hands were all over me all over my ass kissing my neck and he just felt so good inside me. Baby he made me cum so hard.

My college boyfriend was a bit naughty, but I figured, why not try things out? I mean, we're there to learn and experiment, aren't we? And he loved to teach me new things. Especially when it came to pleasing some of his friends at the same time.

Of course, that's not where we started. We started with different positions, and watched naughty videos together, then made our first video together... then classes started the next week, and we slowed down a little, but not too much.

Yeah, we moved fast, but we're young, and ready for our own adventures. We had an apartment to our selves, and no one to tell us we couldn't or shouldn't do certain things.

The first time he suggested including a friend of his was while we were watching a naughty video after we had fucked. "Imagine having a second guy," he said. "Then when I recover, you could still be getting fucked," he said. "Wouldn't that be more fun than watching a video?"

I was stroking his cock, trying to bring it back to life, but we had fucked four times that afternoon already, and I knew he wouldn't have much left for me.

"Yeah, but what about you?"

"I would still get to watch you going at it. So real porno vs video... I think you'd win every time."

I smiled. I liked that he liked my naked body, and loved fucking it as much as possible. But still.

"We should try it. Just once..." he said, almost forcefully.

So we tried it. Just once. And I liked it. The first time the guys took turns, but the next time, they took me at the same time. I then had to sit between the two of them, stroking both of their cocks, trying to bring them back to life.

After his friend left, my boyfriend said maybe he needed to invite more friends, so I would not have to work so hard stroking cocks and would get to fuck more.

"You just want me in a dirty gang bang, don't you?"

"I wouldn't say no to seeing you in one... as long as I got to fuck you every chance I got."

I shut the door on that one. I might be an adventurous girl, but I wasn't some cheap slut... was I?

Over the next few weeks, he had several friends come over and fuck me with him. Sometimes at the same time, sometimes they alternated. My boyfriend found a list of all the positions two guys could do with a girl, and we tried them all!

The neighbors were mostly other college students and knew what was going on. I got some knowing looks in the halls of our apartment, but none offered to come and join me...us. Even the girls looked a little envious, which turned me on. I wondered how many of them got lucky while listening to us?

I wish they had asked to join in. I was curious if it was as much fun to watch someone getting fucked like that as it was to be in the middle of it. Sure, we videoed a lot of them to watch later, but it was never the same.

However, this time was a little different. My boyfriend wanted to blindfold me first. Sure, we had done that too. A lot. I liked being blindfolded and even tied down. I had a lot of fun when he tied me down and he and his friend took turns using me, but to be blindfolded.

"You don't have a lot of guys waiting for me, do you? I told you, no gang bangs?"

"Define a lot," he teased, tying the blindfold behind me.

I started to get mad and take it off, but he stopped me. "No, just one. I promise. I just want to see.. You'll see..."

"Fine," I said, leaving the blindfold where it was. While I knew he'd always be pushing me, he also respected the few boundaries I had.

I sat on the bed waiting for his friend to come in. I could hear him enter, but he didn't say anything.

"Open your mouth," my boyfriend said.

I did, and I stuck my tongue out a little. I knew my boyfriend always liked that.

I felt a big, heavy cock slap my open mouth. Its owner slapped me with it on each side of my face. It felt degrading, yet also very sexual. I got a sense of how big it was, and when he put it on my tongue, I instinctively moved forward to take it all. I couldn't take much on the first go. I had to open my mouth wider and wider. Going to the dentist would be easy compared to this, but this would be a lot more fun.

While it was large, it wasn't very hard... yet. I worked at making it hard. I stroked it with my hand while I sucked on the head the best I could.

I was still fully dressed, one of my rules, but I wanted to get naked.

"I think she likes it," I heard my boyfriend say as I bobbed faster and faster, sucking it for all I was worth.

The guy just grunted a bit, while I moaned. I was so fucking wet at this point, I wanted to get fucked. My boyfriend sat down beside me and played with my tits under my shirt.

"Stop teasing me," I said, as I released the cock from my mouth.

"Tell me what you want."

"You know what I want."

"Tell me," he ordered.

"I want to fuck it, OK. I want to fuck this cock."

"Yeah, you do," he said, helping me up. He helped me out of my clothes and stripped me completely naked. I stood before his friend completely exposed, and I didn't even know who it was. I was going to fuck it. I was practically begging to fuck it, based solely on how it felt in my mouth. I felt I had become the proverbial college slut, and I was totally OK with it at this point. I didn't mind my boyfriend sharing me with his friends, and fucking me with them. So what's the difference in that and me fucking someone I don't even know, especially if he'll get me off, which I know he will?

My boyfriend helped me down onto the bed and spread my legs for me... or for my lover.

He fingered me. "Damn, look how wet she is. She really wants that cock, man."

His friend just chuckled knowingly.

I felt the bed shift as he climbed on. He was bigger and heavier than most, or so I thought. Maybe I was just keenly aware of what was going on since I couldn't see. They say when you take away one sense; the others get more intense. Was the sex going to be that much more intense since I don't even know who is fucking me?

I felt him push into me. His girth made it a bit tough at first. My body ached, but in a good way, and I moaned as he slowly pushed in, and then felt sad as he pulled back.

I moaned with delight as he pushed back in, further this time, but not all the way. I wondered if I had ever been touched so deeply before. It felt amazing. As I was moaning from the cock sliding back and forth inside of me, my boyfriend played with my tits, which I also love. Sure, they're not big, but they're big enough, and more than fun enough.

I soon was cumming, creaming all over this cock, and it felt great. As I came, my boyfriend pinched my nipples really hard, just like I like, and I yelped. I know one or more of our neighbors surely heard this time, and I'd blush when I passed them in the hall.

Who knows, maybe it gave them an idea, and some of them got laid because they listened to me getting fucked. I sometimes wondered if the neighbors would ever consider watching me getting fucked by my boyfriend and his friends. Would that turn them on, or would they judge me... maybe both, I thought.

The thought of getting watched turned me on even more, especially with all the home movies we have, and I came again on this big fat cock.

"You want to meet the guy you're fucking. Want to see who's giving you his big cock?"

"Yes... oh... yes..." I begged while I was cumming all over that cock.

My boyfriend removed the blindfold.

"What?" I said, both in surprise and horrified disbelief. The guy looking down at me as he was pounding my pussy was a fellow student from one of my classes. He knew me and knew everyone in the class. I was horrified to think he might hold that over me, or tell everyone in our shared class, and they'd all learn what a slut I was.

But that wasn't everything. He was also a big, black man. He was six foot three, if anything, maybe more, and his skin was as dark as night.

"My dad is gonna kill me," I said. "I can't..."

"Well, don't tell him," my lover told me. "Or would you like me to stop?"

Of course he didn't stop, and I didn't want him to.

"What? Should I stop?"

"No, fuck me. Fuck me with that black cock, you big fucker," I told him.

He never stopped and kept plowing into me.

My boyfriend leaned over. "You might be daddy's little princess. But you're my little slut. Do you like that? You like being my slut?"

As he said slut a second time, I came with the most intensity I think I ever had. I know all our neighbors heard me. "Oh, yes. Oh, fucking yes, I'll be your fucking slut. Oh, fuck ME!" I cried out in intense pleasure until I nearly passed out.

My fucker held his cock inside of me. As he was touching all of me, I could feel his cock twitch as he shot his load inside of me.

I worried about what my dad would think if I gave birth to his kid, so I looked at my boyfriend. "Fuck me. Fuck me now," I demanded of him.

He was very happy to oblige. The only issue was I was still horny when he finished.

"More... I need more," I said, looking at the black guy who just fucked me.

He smiled. "Told you," he said to my boyfriend. "They always want more." Of course, he was more than willing to help me out.

The two of them took turns, and even spit-roasted me at one point.

When Ty, yes, I finally learned his name, left, I still needed more. I was a bitch in heat.

"Should I call another friend over?" my boyfriend asked. "Or should I say, how many should I invite over?"

I looked over at him with both disgust and lust. I wanted to say "all" but I just gave him the finger. "You bastard," I said," as I got up to clean up.

While I was cleaning up, he invited two more guys over, and when I saw them, I couldn't say no. They were both from my previous experiences with my boyfriend, so I was OK with them.

The next day, my boyfriend asked how many guys I had wanted, and I told him. "So, should I arrange a gang bang for you?"

"You bastard. That's what you want. Isn't it?"

He just smiled. "I just want to please my girl, and clearly she can take a lot of cock... or should I say it takes a lot of cock to please her?"

I flipped him off again, and made him eat me out... a lot that week to make up for it, never letting him fuck me. But the next weekend I was over it and told him I'd be willing to try a gang bang, but only if Ty was there to fuck me first.

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I've been so lonely ever since my son went away to college. Since I was a single mother it had always been just us two against the world. But now my little boy is all grown up and off at college.

I decided to go visit him today to see how he's doing. He doesn't know I'm coming so it'll be a nice little surprise! I was wearing a yellow sundress with white flowers as I made my way across campus. 

I noticed several students looking over at me. Oh they probably weren't used to seeing parents walking through here.

Once at the dorm I knocked on the door and eagerly waited for it to open. But when it did, it wasn't my son on the other side. "Oh hey" his roommate smiled at me. He looked like he had just woken up. He wasn't even wearing a shirt, just some baggy shorts that barely stayed on. 

"Hello is David around?" He yawned and stretched, his strong abs flexing as he did. Mmm I had forgotten how sexy college boys could be...

"No sorry ma'am, he's in class. Don't think he'll be back till late." Oh... Well I certainly can't go interrupting his classes...

"You can wait for him here if you want though" he offered with a sincere smile. "Why thank you, such a gentlemen" I replied as he let me into the form. There were two beds, one on either side of the room. My son's side was nice and clean, with everything all tidy up. His roommate's was... Well he's a college boy...

"So you don't have any classes today?" I asked as his roommate opened up the mini fridge and pulled out a couple of waters. "Nah, today is my me day. I was gonna go hang with a girl after the gym but she canceled."

"Aww I'm so sorry to hear that" honestly I was rather surprised. The boy seemed so nice and strong and sexy. "Eh it happens." He sat down on his bed, his eyes looking over at me as I drank some water. "Honestly it worked out pretty well for me since now I'm hanging out with you."

My eyes went wide as I finished my water. "Oh don't be so silly!" I giggled. He just shrugged though "hey you way hotter than she was. Plus you seem pretty nice. I remember you dropping off David, I thought you seemed like a pretty awesome Mom too."

My cheeks were flushed red at the sudden onslaught of compliments. "Oh hush you! I do try my best to be a good mother, and I like to think of myself as a kind person. But honestly now, hotter than a college girl?? That's ridiculous!"

He stood up and walked over to me, standing over me, with his crotch at eye level with me. "Nah I'm being serious though! Anyone can see it. I mean you wear that dress like an absolute bombshell!"

"I..." I was blushing, feeling rather speechless. I looked up at him as he smiled down at me. "I mean look at you" he leaned down his hands slipping into my dress to grope my breasts "I don't think there is such a thing as a sexier woman."

I let out a soft little moan as I reached my hands forward to feel his tight abs. Mmm fuck this is silly. I should stop this. But...

I felt him pulling the strings off my dress over my shoulders and lowering my dress so he could see my bare breasts and stomach.

I leaned back in the bed as he leaned down to suckle my tits. "Aaa fuck" i caressed his hair as his mouth latched onto my breasts. Sucking on my tits as waves of pleasure began to flow through my body.

It's been so long since anything like this has happened... I need this...

I began to pull down his shorts, letting his nice long cock spring forth so I could grab it with my hand. It's so thick and meaty. 

He looked up into my eyes before kissing my lips deeply. Using one hand to push me into my back as I spread my legs and he climbed over me. 

We both moaned as we made out, his tongue playing with mine in my mouth as his long cock began its journey into my wet pussy.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he began to thrust into me. Pounding into me and making the bed shake. My moans filled the room as his grunts echoed in my ears.

Aaaaa fuck! College boys feel so good!!!

His cock ravaged my insides with endless energy and passion. A desperate need to breed that has been absent from my life. 

My moans turned into screams as he fucked me with all his great strength. Making my toes curl as my body shook. He held me as he bit down on my neck and pumped his heavy seed into my needy body. 

We both orgasmed, leaving us panting and out of breath. He pulled out and I lay flat on my back thinking the wonderful moment was over. 

When suddenly he turned me around and made me get on all fours. He pushed back into me, grabbing a fistful of hair as he began to fuck me once again.

Aaaaaaa fffuuuccckkk!!! I had forgotten how boundless college boys could be!! He's likely to fuck me for hours if I let him!!

And indeed I did. He fucked me in every position he possibly could. We let the hours go by as the room became our breeding chamber. By the time my son arrived I was hiding under the sheets of his roommate's bed. 

"Little busy?" My son asked as his roommate continued to fuck me like some common college whore. "Ummm yea, hope you don't mind" he made sure not to admit who he was fucking.

"Nah, I was going to spend the night with the guys from my coding class. We're doing a study session. Have fun." My responsible young man of a son grabbed his things and left.

Leaving me and his roommate to continue to fuck like wild rabbits all night long. I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing it down as he leaned down. "I'm never letting you go."

Mmmmm fuck please don't

Chloe watched her dad's eyes grow heavy, the whiskey doing its job nicely. Three glasses in and he was loose, relaxed, that familiar warmth spreading through him. She'd been planning this for weeks.

"Dad, you should lie down." She guided him toward the couch, her hand on his back.

"Mmm, yeah. Just... just need to rest my eyes for a minute." He slumped back, head lolling against the cushion. His breathing slowed.

Chloe knelt beside him. Her hands found his belt buckle, fingers working quietly. She glanced toward the hallway—her bedroom door was open, and she'd left the bed rumpled, a decoy if he woke enough to wonder.

His jeans slid down. She pulled the waistband of his boxers forward, reaching inside. His cock was soft against her palm, warm and heavy. She stroked him gently, feeling him harden.

"Dad?" she whispered. No response.

She pulled his cock free, leaning down to drag her tongue along the shaft. He stirred, a low groan escaping him.

"That's it," she murmured against his skin. Her mouth wrapped around the head, sucking softly.

His hand came to her head—not pushing her away, just resting there. "Fuck," he breathed, eyes still closed. "Who...?"

Chloe pulled off long enough to yank her top over her head. Her breasts spilled free, nipples hard in the cool air.

His eyes cracked open, bleary and unfocused. "Holy shit..." His gaze landed on her chest. "Those are... goddamn."

She stroked him while he stared. "You like?"

"Fuck yeah. Perfect tits." His words were thick, slurred. He reached out, cupping one breast, thumb brushing her nipple. "So soft."

Chloe took him back into her mouth, sinking down until her lips met his balls. She worked him slowly, tongue swirling.

"Shh," he suddenly whispered, hand tightening in her hair. "My daughter's sleeping. Down the hall. Can't... can't wake her."

She hummed around him, the vibration making him twitch.

"Good girl," he mumbled. "Such a good mouth."

Chloe bobbed faster, cheeks hollowing. She could taste his precum, salty on her tongue. Her hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently.

"Wait—" He tried to sit up. "Shouldn't..."

She didn't stop. Her free hand pressed against his chest, pushing him back down.

"Can't stop," she whispered between sucks. "Gonna make you cum."

"Fuck. Okay. Okay." He sank back, surrendering. "Just... keep it down. Chloe's room is right there."

The irony made her pussy throb.

She sucked harder, taking him deep. Her throat relaxed, letting him slide further. Drool leaked down her chin, messy and wet.

"God, you're good at that." His hips twitched upward. "Whoever you are."

Chloe pulled back, pumping him with her hand. "You really don't know?"

"Can't... think straight. Too much to drink." He squinted at her. "Doesn't matter. Don't stop."

She took him again, working him with renewed urgency. Her head bobbed, wet sounds filling the quiet room.

His breathing quickened. "Close. I'm close."

She didn't pull away. Instead, she sank down until her nose pressed against his pubic hair, swallowing around him.

"Fuck!" His hand fisted in her hair. "Gonna—"

Hot cum flooded her mouth. Spurt after spurt, thick and bitter. She swallowed, throat working to take it all. Some leaked from the corner of her lips, dripping onto his thigh.

He groaned, body tensing, then slowly relaxing. His grip on her hair loosened.

Chloe pulled off slowly, licking her lips. She used her finger to catch the stray drops, sucking them clean.

His eyes were half-closed, drifting toward sleep. "That was... incredible."

She pulled her top back on, tucking him back into his boxers.

"Whoever you were," he mumbled. "Thank you."

Chloe leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "Goodnight, Dad."

His eyes snapped open—just for a second. Recognition flickered across his face, then faded as sleep claimed him.

She stood, walking to her room. The bed was empty, just as she'd left it.

Tomorrow he'd wonder. He'd remember glimpses—soft tits, a warm mouth, someone telling him to be quiet because his daughter was sleeping.

But he wouldn't be sure.

I was sitting in my kitchen drinking some coffee and holding the papers I never thought I’d see. My divorce was now final.

My husband had cheated on me with a girl who was barely old enough to be our daughter. “She just does something for me,” he told me as he walked out nine months ago. The entire process from when he first mentioned it was nearly a year before.

I was pissed. I had kept myself in decent shape, just not yoga instructor shape.

I had started taking better care of myself, and I was now probably in the best shape of my life, or at least the last dozen years. But it couldn’t stop the divorce.

What was worse was that two days ago I ran into my ex and that little tramp. Her belly was protruding… I figured she was at least six or seven months pregnant. 

It should have pissed me off, but it didn’t. She wasn’t the type that glowed. Instead, that poor girl blew up like a balloon, and there was my husband, checking me out. But he had made his bed, literally. 

Yet, when I went home, I realized I was still all alone, and he… well, he had “little miss knocked-up, big as a whale, yoga instructor”. While he might be regretting his decision now, it didn't make me any less alone.

Yesterday I had a friend over. She knew what was coming, so she tried to cheer me up. She went through it herself. The problem was, I just wasn’t feeling it.

As she left, she paused at the door. “Can I tell you what I did to get over it when Bob left me?”

I just nodded.

“I just went out and found some guy who wanted to fuck me. I just needed to hate-fuck him, and let me start over. Once I got it out of my system, I went and found what I was looking for a second time. But I needed someone to make me feel… wanted… desirable… horny… and while sex with yourself is good, you need something that isn’t battery-operated between your legs.”

I blushed and was in a bit of shock. Vicky’s husband had left her 10 years ago, and she had been with Roger for eight. I didn’t realize she went through that stage… She always seemed so put together. Just find a guy whom I could use, then toss away. I just didn’t know if I could find someone at my age.

As she left, I went up into the bedroom and stood in front of the mirror. I looked better than I had in the last ten or fifteen years. But to get a guy… where would I even find one? Especially if I wanted one that wasn't and old frumpy guy... I needed something exciting.

A week ago I had gone to a nursery and ordered a bunch of plants. The knock of their delivery driver awoke me from my self-aggrandizing stupor.

I went out and showed them where to put everything. As the guys put my plants out, I wondered if they were the type of guys who would use a quick fling… but they didn’t seem to even pay attention to me. They were focused on the task at hand, unfortunately.

I had hired a couple of college guys to help me plant everything. They would be coming over in a few hours, so I got ready. As I was waiting for them, I thought, maybe I should put something nicer on. Something to show off my body. After all, college guys are always horny and would check me out, right? I had to know if I “still had it.”

I put on some short shorts… well, for my age. My ass wasn’t hanging out of them, but it was close.I also had a tight midriff shirt which showed off my toned stomach and enhanced tits. Something my husband insisted upon, and I relented… and yet he still left me for that little bitch.

Well, now was the time for my payback.

The guys knocked on the door, and I answered. They were both gentlemen, trying not to stare, but throwing glances my way when they thought I wasn't looking. Maybe I will have an answer today.

We set out to work, putting everything in the ground. It was tough work, but we were making good progress. Before long, everything had been planted, and I asked them to come inside so I could pay them.

I thanked them as I handed them each the cash I had promised. They were going to leave when I asked if they would like something to eat and drink.

I had some small sandwiches already made up, and ice-cold tea.

We made small talk as we ate. They finished and stood.

“Before you leave, and I ask a question?” I paused for a moment. “Am I what you’d call a MILF?”

“A MILF?” Tommy asked.

“Yeah, I thought that’s what you all called it - a mother I’d like to fuck?”

I think I surprised them. They weren't expecting someone my age to use the word "fuck". At least, not with a smile.

“Yeah, we call it that. I... we just didn’t think you’d know that term,” Jeff said.

I smiled even bigger, trying to give them the hint.

I told them how my husband had left me, and I was wondering if guys would find me desirable.

“Very,” they both said.

“Well, since I’m newly single, I was thinking I might need to start working again. And since I’ve been without companionship for… well… too long, I thought I might solve both problems with one solution, if you know what I mean.”

Well, the guys didn’t understand. I think all the blood was flowing to their second brain as I noticed them checking me out, and not being so subtle about it.

“Well, since you think I could qualify as a MILF, I thought about becoming a porn star. That way I can get laid and get paid. But some sites I looked at said I needed an audition tape, and I wasn’t sure if I could qualify. Since you both think I could… I was wondering… could you help me audition?”

“Like how?”

“Well, if one of you could video me… with the other one, and then we could swap. I’m sure they want to see me with more than one guy, if you know what I mean.”

The two guys looked at one another. “Who would go first?”

“You OK watching me?” Tommy asked.

“It would be literal porn in real life. I think I can handle it.”

The guys talked amongst themselves for a little longer, and finally agreed. This would be so much better than having to use a tripod, in my opinion.

“Then let’s go,” I said.

“Now?”

“Why not,” I said, taking my top off and exposing my breasts to the two of them.

That got the guys thinking with only their dicks, and they quickly followed me up the stairs.

“Strip,” I ordered them. I kind of enjoyed being in control like this.

They both stripped naked and tried not to look at one another, which was easier when they could focus on me. I pulled my shorts down, and then my panties, so all three of us were naked. For the first time, I was feeling a little uneasy about this, but I was going to be OK. I told myself as I saw two stiff members pointed right at me.

“Tommy, why don’t you come sit down on the bed,” I said, handing Jeff my phone. “Since this is my audition, I should climb on top of you. That way they can see what I can do.”

I climbed onto his lap, facing away from him. I looked down at this thick dick and knew it would feel good, stretching me in ways I’ve never been stretched before. Luckily, I was already nice and wet, having been naked with these two guys for a few minutes, and thinking about what we’re about to do for the last 30.

I smiled as I took his dick in my hand. It was nice and stiff. I looked right into the camera and licked my lips, before looking down to help aim it at my pussy.

I slowly slid down his staff, and my eyes grew wide as he stretched me open.

Tommy was a gentleman and didn’t work to thrust up inside of me. Instead he let me go at my own pace.

As I bottomed out, I let out a moan. 

He reached around and played with my clit, which felt extra good. I was so glad someone had shown him that already. My husband never would, and so this college boy was already better than someone who had 20 years of experience on him.

I started riding him up and down, and he worked to thrust in and out of me. And while he was thick, his dick was only average, and that led to him popping out a couple of times. He’d slap my pussy with his cock, as he aimed it back in, and started to fuck me again.

I loved feeling that heavy cock slapping my needy pussy. Teasing me before he thrust back inside me. Using me... as I used him.

I let him fuck me, and he moved his hands up to my tits. I knew guys loved my tits, and he was no exception.

I was about to cum as he fucked me with his fat cock, and he asked where he should cum.

“Cum in me,” I begged him as I orgasmed.

He gladly shot his load inside of me, and I made sure Jeff got a close-up of Tommy’s cum leaking out of my pussy, while I played with myself.

Jeff was still rock hard when I asked him to turn off the camera. 

I turned and kissed Tommy. “Thanks for that,” I said. “I needed that.”

“Happy to help you audition,” he said.

“Yeah, the audition,” I said, remembering how I got him to fuck me.

I turned and looked at Jeff.

“Well, my pussy’s a mess,” I said. It looked like he would be okay with sloppy seconds, but then I continued, “So maybe you can just fuck my ass. Would you like that?”

I saw a look of shock on his face.

“I guess girls don’t ask you for that, do they?”

He shook his head.

“Ever fucked a girl in the ass before?”

He shook his head again.

“I bet you've asked a lot..."

He nodded his head.

“Then I can’t wait to be your first.”

Jeff was a little more shy, but I didn’t care. His dick was long and thin, and would be great for shoving up my ass.

I pulled out some lube and made sure Tommy got a good shot of me lubing up that cock. I then lay on my back and invited him over.

I pulled my legs back and angled them so he could see my cute little asshole.

“Fuck my ass,” I told him, as Tommy held the camera behind him so it looked like a POV shot.

I braced for the intruder, as I had never had anal myself, but it was easier than I expected.

“Oh, that’s it, fuck my ass,” I said to him as he pushed inside of me. I was being extra dirty for him… for me.

I rubbed my pussy as he watched, while he fucked my ass. It was new for both of us, and surprisingly, I liked it. I really liked it.

I was soon cumming as I rubbed my pussy. That orgasm didn’t just hit me, it grew within me. I had never experienced anything like it, as I felt a pressure growing, till I squirted for the first time.

“Fuck,” I said.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Jeff said, starting to fuck my poor little ass even faster.

And that I loved even more. I couldn’t explain it as I came and came, squirting and making a mess. I knew what it was. I just never knew I could do it.

And as I did it, I fucking talked like a sailor. I was cursing with pleasure, begging for him to keep fucking me, and he did. He didn’t care about the mess, and neither did I at that point.

I came so hard I nearly passed out.

“Fuck,” I said, now fully out of breath. “If I fucking new it was that good, I would have given up my ass years ago,” I said, blushing just a little.

Tommy lowered my phone. My confession was firmly caught on the recording, and now I was blushing for all different reasons.

“So, did you get everything you needed?” Jeff asked me.

“Well, I mean, yes, I guess…” I looked away. “I mean, there are always more things to do and try.” I paused. “I mean, who knows what they want to see in the audition.”

“Well, we know you were great. We just wanted you to shine,” Tommy said.

I think Jeff saw there was more.

“We could always help keep you… busy… and it doesn’t have to be for an audition if you don't want.”

“Wait, you would… just because?”

“Well, you are a MILF,” he reminded with a smile, slapping his dick on my used pussy that covered him as I squirted.

I smiled at that. 

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d tell all my friends forever that I helped with your audition, as I know you’d be popular. But if that’s not what you want, I’m sure we could help get you want you need. And we'll keep it as discrete as you'd like.”

“I think I need a shower,” I told them.

“Just be forewarned, being in a shower with your sexy naked body… I will have a hard time keeping my hands to myself.”

“I’d be disappointed if you did,” I said with a smile.

The three of us showered together, and yes, they had their hands all over me. And soon they took me to bed, and the two of them pleased me at the same time. I had forgotten how quickly a young man can recover.

That summer, the two of them kept me busy. Sometimes one on one, sometimes they worked together. Every week they were with me multiple times, often multiple times a day. I loved it… except for the week my daughter surprised me. She had a week off from her internship for the holiday.

I quickly texted the boys not to come over until I told them it was all clear.

I thought everything would be fine until I found Jeff in my house early one morning. “I told you not to come over while my daughter is here…” I said. “Wait, how did you get it?”

I was looking very sheepish, and that’s when I saw my daughter. She as in the kitchen making some toast, while wearing only a t-shirt that wasn’t as long as I would have liked with a boy over.

“I didn’t know who she was,” he said in a near whisper. “And when she invited me back to her place, I was cool, until I saw it was yours… and what was I supposed to say… I can’t because I’m doing your mom?”

“So you had to have sex with my daughter?”

“Yeah… no… wait… there’s no right answer, is there?”

I just shook my head. My daughter was an adult. I just didn’t think she’d be into one-night stands.

“Just don’t hurt her,” I warned him. “Or I’ll,” I made a motion like I was crushing his balls, and he got the message.

My daughter saw us and walked over.

“This is Jeff… he was just…”

“Yeah, I think I know what he was doing,” I said.

“I thought he’d be gone before you got up…”

“Um, hmm. Just be careful, you two. You’re both adults, but I’d hate to have to hunt him down because he disrespected you.”

“Oh, he was very good,” she said, wrapping her arms around him.

I knew just how good he could be, and I was a little envious. I knew he wasn’t mine, but I liked to think he could have been. I just nodded, turned, and left.

I heard my daughter invite him back upstairs. Clearly she liked him and what he did to her as much as I liked what he did to me.

That week he spent more time with her than I would have liked. But I wasn't one to control either of them.

The Sunday she left, he stopped by.

“Do you want me to stop… with you? I would understand.”

“Are you dating my daughter?”

“No. It was mutual, but casual.”

I just nodded. I liked it for me, but not my daughter… but she is her mother’s daughter, so I understood.

I didn’t make him stop seeing me, and we even went upstairs right after we talked to show we were good with what was going on. It was weird fucking the boy my daughter screwed as well, but something was oddly sexy about it.

The summer ended too soon, and Jeff and Tommy both had to head back to school. We had fucked hundreds of times at least...

I should have been disgusted, but instead I was feeling satisfied, even if I never got up the nerve to ask them to invite some more friends over so I could try out a gang bang. I knew that would get it out of my system, but I just had that desire left inside of me.

My daughter got a job in the town where they went to school, and soon she told me she was back with the guy she met back home.

“I don’t need to hear about your hookups,” I told her.

“We’re actually dating now. Have been for a while, and it’s getting serious. I think he might be the one. That's why I wanted to talk to you... so you didn't think I was some floosy...”

I thought about that. I never thought of her as a floosy. If anything, I was the slut. And she'd know it if she knew even half the things I did that summer.

Should I tell her all the naughty things I had done with her boyfriend? How would she respond to him? What would she think of me?

Maybe some things should just be a naughty little family secret.

I kept agreeing as I heard her talk. I knew that tone of voice. I had it when I met her dad… the louse with the 22 year old yoga instructor he knocked up. She lost her figure, but maybe she was still flexible…. Who knows? All I know is he had one young thing, barely our daughter’s age, and I had two. So I counted it as a win.

The only thing was, I felt like I needed another young thing, or two, to play with. Now where to find them?

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My boyfriend's parents were out of town on some sort of trip. Which meant I got to spend more time at his place, and we did what any normal couple does when alone. Fucked like little rabbits lol.

Or at least that was the plan. I went over on the first day, and brought a bag full of clothes and other details so I could stay over the entire week. As soon I put my stuff down though I took off my shirt and started kissing him. He seemed just as excited as we started making out, and he began to grope my breasts.

"Ready for a weeklong of fucking?" I asked giggling with excitement. "Oh your gonna get so much fucking dick sweetheart" he growled before biting my neck. I began to take his shirt off and he began to pull off my shorts.

Then he took off his pants and I pushed him down onto the couch in the living room. Climbing over him and sliding his cock into me. "Mmfmm fuck yea" I moaned as I placed my hands on his shoulders. He grabbed my hips and looked up at me as I began to ride him.

"Mmmm I love your dick babe" I leaned in to kiss him as I bounced up and down, letting his cock rub against my insides. "Mmmm, your gonna be sore by the end of the week" he commented between kisses.

"Promise?" I giggled and he smacked my ass in response. We continued to make out while I rode him for a bit longer. I got so distracted I didn't even hear the door open.

"Oh fuck" I heard a voice behind me. I turned my head and my face turned bright red as I saw his brother standing there. Shit! I forgot to ask if they took his brother with him!

I tried to move, thinking to cover myself up but my boyfriend held me in place. "That's no fair man. Mom and Dad aren't home so you get to fuck around? Man and your girlfriend is so hot too."

I blushed at the compliment "um, maybe we should go up to the room" I suggested sheepishly. My boyfriend however held me and began thrusting up at me, causing me to moan out. "Nah, let's stay here babe" he laughed.

"But your brother..." I didn't want to be rude...

"What if you feel that bad for him, just let him join in" my boyfriend said while still fucking me. "Mmfmm" I moaned as he started going harder and I rested my head against him.

Before I could say yes or no his brother stripped down and mounted me. Suddenly I felt his cock push deep into my ass and I let out a loud scream as my eyes fluttered and my body shook.

"I told you, you'd be getting plenty of dick" my boyfriend joked as they both began to fuck me at once. "Fuck, shit, fuck aaaaaaa" I moaned and screamed stuck between the two of them as they had their way with my body.

"Damn bro your girlfriend feels fucking amazing!" Mmm fuck his dick was shorter but thicker than my boyfriend's. "Yea, she's the best. Such a good little slut too" my boyfriend commented as I squirmed in-between them.

Then his brother grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back, forcing my back to arch as he leaned in and kissed me. His tongue going into my mouth to push back my own tongue as my boyfriend took the opportunity to grab my boobs and suck on my tits.

My eyes rolled back and my quivered in place, as they both seemed determined to use me to my absolute limit. As I made out with my boyfriend's brother and my boyfriend suckled my tits, they both ravaged me deeply with their cocks and I began to orgasm.

Both neither one of them seemed to care enough to let go or slow down. Instead holding me as I shook and fucking me through my orgasm as my moans filled the house.

They continued on for another thirty minutes, the sound of their bodies clashing with mine echoing in my ears until finally my boyfriend began to cum. I felt his cock pulsing against my walls as he pumped me full of his cum.

Again my body shook and trembled as I orgasmed for him. He held me in place, making sure he left every drop of himself inside of me.

"Alright bro, well I'm gonna get some food going. Feel free to keep using her though" my boyfriend laughed. His brother got off of me and my boyfriend pulled me off, sitting me down on the couch and getting up to go make some food.

I was moaning like a helpless slut as his brother quickly mounted me again. This time leaning in to suck on my tits as he began to pound into me like a ravenous dog in heat. I wrapped my arms and legs around his body and screamed out in pleasure as fucked me with every bit of strength he had.

I could hear myself screaming loudly as he fucked me, and I lost all track of time as he used me. I lost count of how many times I orgasmed but he wouldn't stop. Now that he had me in his grip, he wouldn't let the moment pass easily.

My boyfriend finished making some food just about the time that his brother began to cum inside me. His cock pumping his seed into me as I screamed and moaned.

"Fuck your so goddamn hot" he groaned as he finally pulled out of me. I lay on the couch, panting as my boyfriend came over with some food. "So, think you'll get enough dick this week?" He asked as he set some plates down.

I knew my parents wouldn't be home so I wasn't really expecting to hear anything when I came home. But instead I heard my sister screaming, so without thinking I ran up the stairs and burst through her door.

"Are you ooo...." I stopped dead in my tracks as I realized my sister had brought her boyfriend home and was simply having sex...

She had her head pinned down into the sheets, with her ass up in the air as he continued to pound her while turning his head to look at me.

"Well hey there doll" he greeted me, not slowing down as my sister screamed and moaned. Her eyes were rolled back and there was a line of drool coming out from her mouth. Her hands gripped the bed sheets tightly, and her ass jiggled with every thrust.

"Oh um... Hi... I... I didn't mean to..." I tried to excuse myself though my eyes were glued to the scene before me.

"Don't apologize, and by all means stay as long as you'd like" her boyfriend spoke with a certain air of arrogance.

He pulled out of my sister and got off the bed, instead standing in front of it by the footboard. He flipped my sister around and then pulled her by the waist so her legs dangled over the edge of the bed as he pushed his cock back in her.

Now I could perfectly see the bulge of his cock in her body. Her eyes rolling back as he began to fuck her, forcing the bed to shake. Her boobs bouncing heavily as she screamed and moaned.

Had she even registered my presence?

I watched as he fucked her, the bed creaking, her moans filling my ears, his large cock ravaging her deeply. I should leave, I know I should. But I felt myself getting wet and bit my lips.

"If you want, I can fuck you next" her boyfriend offered with a sly smile. I blushed deeply, my eyes wide. Was he being serious?

I mean I know I shouldn't but...

"Go ahead and get yourself ready doll, strip down for me and once I'm done with her I'll go ahead and fuck you nice too."

I felt myself nodding at his words. I mean it's not like I'm going behind my sister's back, she's right there. She could tell me to go away, to leave them alone. But she hasn't so there's nothing wrong right?

I stood to the side, watching them as I began to unbutton my shirt. I let it slide off me before moving on to remove my pants. I was now in my sister's room, in only my underwear. I bit my lips as I took off my bra and her boyfriend smiled at me.

"Damn, looking cute."

I blushed and went to remove my panties, when I realized they were soaked. Well I guess it's a good thing they're coming off huh...

I got completely naked and began to play with myself. Sinking my fingers into my wet pussy while groping my own breasts. I stood there, mesmerized by the sights and sounds before me. Captivated by the moment, and eagerly awaiting my own turn.

After some time he pushed all the way into my sister. His cock bulging right through her body as her body arched out in pleasure and she screamed loudly. Her fingers clawing the bed, her toes curling as he began to cum inside her.

He stayed inside her for a few more moments, her entire body quivering in ecstasy. He let go of her hips and pulled out, her legs hanging off the bed as cum leaking out of her overflowing pussy. Soaking the sheet and running down her legs. Her eyes were still rolled over as she moaned absent mindedly.

Her boyfriend turned to face me with a wicked smile. His still erect cock hanging loose and ready. "Your turn" he growled as he stepped towards me.

I gulped, starting to feel a little nervous as he grabbed me and picked me up. He lifted my legs so they rested on his shoulders, folding me up. He then pressed my back against the wall, forcing me to be prone and pinned between him and the walls, my arms hanging down at my sides.

He pushed his entire cock into me and began thrusting immediately, not even giving me a chance to get accustomed to the feeling of him inside me.

I instantly felt his massive cock stretching me out as he began to ravage me fully. I could feel it bulging through my body as it pushed in far deeper than anything I'd ever experienced before. I screamed out in pure unabated pleasure. My legs trembling against his body, my nails clawing at the wall behind me.

"That's it, scream like the good little slut you are. You and your sister, such needy little sluts. But that's alright. I love sluts like you. Who need to be used, need to be fucked hard. Need to be dominated just to be satisfied."

I started screaming out in response "fuck me please! Fuck your little slut please sir please! I need it! I need to be used please, please!"

"That's a good girl" he growled into my ear as he kept on ravaging me. His cock pressing against my walls as he used me. I could feel my juices seeping out of me and coating his cock as I leaned my head back and screamed out.

I felt my eyes rolling back as my body shook in pleasure. He didn't slow down though, he didn't relent. As my body pushed back against him, as I orgasmed like some whore in heat, as I screamed until my throat felt sore.

He continued to use my body, fucking me with every once of his strength. My mind getting hazy, my thoughts all fading away as he fucked me through my orgasm. I couldn't even tell where one orgasm ended and the next began, or if perhaps it was just one continuous, unending orgasm.

I lost all track of time as he continued to use me, my moans fading into a single uninterrupted hum of pleasure. He whispered sweet and naughty things into my ears as he enjoyed the pleasure of my body, granting himself domain over me completely.

Eventually he pushed all the way in and began to pump me full of his cum. Load after load I felt it pushing into me, his cum swimming through my body. He held me in place, making sure I got every last drop, making sure nothing went to waste.

Then he pulled me out and tossed me onto the bed. I lay there moaning absently alongside my sister. I vaguely heard him laughing, I think I just barely registered him taking pictures. I didn't care.

My family was going on a trip today. A long road trip, and we had decided to bring my boyfriend along as well. My mother and father were in the front seat while my boyfriend and I sat in the back of the car. Normally I would just stay on my side and he on his like normal people, but my parents over packed the car. I lost my seat and had to sit on my boyfriend's lap instead. Which wasn't really an issue, I had even chosen to traveled in a cute red skirt just for this reason.

"You two comfortable back there?" Mom called over, my parents couldn't really see us. "Yea of course" I said, feeling just how hard my boyfriend was as I sat on his lap.

"Couldn't be better" he called back. "Don't forget to keep our daughter safe" dad said to my boyfriend , "after all you two aren't wearing any seatbelts."

It was true, we couldn't wear any seatbelts with us sitting like this. So my boyfriend placed his hands on my waist to hold me "don't worry, I won't let her go" I did my best to ignore how my heart skipped a beat when my boyfriend said that.

I pulled out my phone and started playing some games to try and distract me. Though I kept getting distracted as my focus shifted to my boyfriend's cock under me, and his hands holding tightly against my waist. Holding me firmly in place.

After a few minutes of driving around with no sounds but the music my parents were playing, I felt one of my boyfriend's hand move. It went in my shirt and rested on my stomach. Maybe I should say something? But I didn't, I just pretended not to notice, I wouldn't want my Mom & Dad to notice us doing anything naughty. But it was just my stomach afterall...

I kept focusing on my game as he rubbed my stomach, gently, slowly, almost sensually. I did my best to ignore how my heart would speed up.

Especially as his hand began to rise up higher. Higher up my stomach he moved it, gliding across my skin with his fingers. They rose until they reached my breasts, covered by my bra as his hands cupped it and began to rub it.

Now I had to say something! But when I opened my mouth to speak I could just faintly make out a moan, so instead I shut my mouth. Mom & Dad are in the car, I can't have us getting caught like this.

I just played my game in silence as his hand played with my breasts. Groping them, squeezing them, pushing them down. I could hear my boyfriend's breathing getting harder. His face was right by mine, and he was breathing right unto my neck. His hot breath sending chills down my body.

Shit, I can't concentrate. I stopped playing the game as I closed my eyes. His hand felt so good on my body, I bit my lips as I thought how much better it might feel without my bra in the way...

Just then my parents pulled out of the highway and into a small convenience store "were going to grab some more water for the trip, be right back" my mother said.

As soon as they left my boyfriend sighed and pulled his hand out of my shirt "sorry babe, I won't be able to keep massaging you" I tried not to sound too disappointed. "Oh um... Why not?" I asked acting casual about it.

"I'm too stiff to move properly, It's starting to feel really uncomfortable, and I'm sure you won't want me sitting it up" he said. I felt my cheeks flush red, not bothering to look at him and not letting him see my face.

"Well" I said, my heart beat getting faster "I won't really mind, so long as your careful with where it goes."

I could practically feel my boyfriend's smile. "Aw babe your the best" he said as I stood up for a moment. I could hear him unzip his pants and pull his cock out. I then sat back down, his cock now pressed between my ass and his body, while staying tucked under my skirt.

"Hey since your all comfortable now, do you mind if I get a bit more comfortable? My bra is really bothering me" I said acting very nonchalant about it all.

"Of course not, go ahead" he said, his hands on my waist as I took off my bra and pulled it out from under my shirt, letting it go off to the side.

Mom and Dad then came back and we were out on the road once again. Moving down the highway listening to music. Although this time my boyfriend put both his hands in my shirt. He grabbed both of my boobs, he played with them both, squeezed them both, massaged them both as I sat on his lap, my eyes closed as I enjoyed his hands.

I let my body lay against his, my head by his shoulder as he groped my boobs, pinching at my nipples and holding me tightly, not letting me go.

After about an hour I had begun to really relax on him. My body feeling completely at ease. I didn't react when his hands went back down to my waist. I didn't react when he whispered into my ear "remember to be quiet." I didn't react when he lifted me up, just a bit. Just enough to give his cock some room.

But my eyes did go wide as he sat me back down. As his cock pushed into my wet pussy. My eyes went wide as I felt each inch push into me until I was sat back down. His cock fully impaled into me.

I bit my lips to silence myself as my eyes fluttered in pleasure, my hand moving to my stomach to feel the bulge that had formed from his cock. "Good girl" he whispered into my ear and I blushed with a smile.

I could how meaty his heavy cock was. I could feel it shifting inside me with every movement. His hands rolled back up my shirt, to grab my breasts. He pushed onto them, forcing my body to move, which made his cock shift even more inside me.

I was doing everything I could to stop myself from moaning. I placed a hand to my mouth, to cover up the sounds as my boyfriend began to shift his weight. His cock kept crashing against the sides of my walls, pressing against me.

He then moved his left hand, placing over my left hand, the one in my shirt, the one on my stomach, the one pressed against the bulge in my stomach. He pushed down, making me press on the bulge as i whimpered gently "good girl" he whispered into my ear before taking a gentle nibble of it.

Then came the rough part. Mom and dad reached an old highway that hadn't seen much maintenance. The road was all broken up, and it had us all tumbling about. Bouncing up and down, shaking in place, moving without rhyme or rhythm, moving without warning.

My boyfriend held me tight as we tumbled through the old broken road. His cock ramming through my insides. He held me so tightly I thought i might burst, as my eyes began to roll to the back of my head and I trembled in his arms.

I felt my body shaking, I felt myself orgasming even as his cock thrashed around inside. I wasn't the only one getting pushed to my limits though, my boyfriend began panting into my ear just before unleashing his seed into me.

I felt his cock throbbing, like a spasming muscle it shook inside me. His cum pumping into my body, shooting straight up like they had been fired from a cannon. I shook in place as he pumped into me, our juices mixing together inside of me as I leaned forward a little my body aching.

Finally we found some softer roads to travel and we returned to being static. He couldn't pull his cock out of me though, so I simply say there, with him still fully in me, his cum flowing inside of me.

I was panting softly and so was he, both of us trying not to get caught. I leaned back, laying my body back against his as he whispered into my ear "your such a good girl. I'm never letting you go"

His words had my heart fluttering. As I sat on my boyfriend , his cock in my pussy, his seed in me, his hands on my body. I realized I never wanted him to let go, I wanted to always be his good little girl, I wanted him to make me feel this good everyday.