Who's the Bigger Fool?

This is a part within a series about a couple and their sexual exploits. Both people mentioned are well into their 20s, if not older. I modeled the female within this part (and the series) after my own fetishes and habits. Please enjoy. ------------------ The first time I brought it up, you were deep inside my pussy. Neither of us were moving, I wasn't even clenching to get you to cum faster. We were enjoying the warmth of each other and how connected we were. I never imagined that you would cum when I brought up the subject, rather tentatively too; my head was tucked into your neck, where you couldn't see how red my cheeks were. The second time was not long after, only this time we were fucking. One of your hands was tangled in my hair as the other was bracing yourself next to me. I was on my stomach while you thrusted into my pussy, your pelvis would push against the plug with every thrust. This time, however, I knew you weren't disgusted solely based on your reaction l

Her alarm still belatedly blaring, Isabel Barnes stepped rapidly into a pair of high-waisted sheer black panties, the fabric gliding silkily over her famously delicate skin as she tugged them hastily up her legs. Today was her first shift as a "collection nurse" at the exclusive new sperm bank down the street, and she was already running significantly late. Despite the ominous-sounding job title, she'd been reassured that the job was primarily about distributing "erotic materials" to each donor, making sure each room was in order, and collecting each donation vial once the deed was completed. Isabel was young and slim, with pale skin and long tangled waves of dark hair. Although blessed with a round, perky, obscenely eye-catching ass, her breasts were barely an A-cup, capped with swollen-looking scarlet nipples, accentuated even further by a dumbbell piercing through each. Between her thighs was an indecent sprawl of dark fuzz, over a snug, velvet-lipped littl

"I was so looking forward to it. Why do you have to be so clumsy?" "Jed, you make it sound as if I did it on purpose." Of course she hadn't, and I was being a jerk. When the woman you love, badly sprains her ankle while out walking, you give her sympathy, and not abuse. A heartfelt sorry from me, followed by a hug, got a big smile from her. We were now OK again. An hour later, I was still disappointed about tomorrow's camping trip being cancelled, but I was doing my best not to show it. And I still hadn't plucked up the courage to tell Jess. She wouldn't be happy, and she would probably find some way of blaming me for Lizzy's misfortune, even though that would be completely irrational. However, when I did eventually call my Sister, she was surprisingly calm about it. "It's no big deal, we can always go camping on another weekend. I'm just glad that her ankle isn't broken." While we were eating our evening meal Lizzy was qu

Anya was still asleep in his bed as he cleared away the empty bottle and used glasses. Looking at her, he recalled the previous night and her standing naked next to the bed with one foot up on it. In front of her his boss was kneeling on the floor with one hand between her legs and her tongue between Anya's wet inner lips, licking her hungrily while she rubbed her own clit. It had all gone better than he had expected. Both women seemed to be taken with each other and most of the time spent was by both of them licking each other and fucking each other with their fingers and dildos. He had been pulling his cock watching them but hadn't needed to cum. It was only after his boss had gone upstairs to sleep that Anya had opened her legs and demanded that he fill her with his cock. The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was cumming in her mouth. With what little cum he had left, he was sure she wouldn't have had to swallow very hard. Even so she still eagerly sucked

Being in your 20s is a strange time of your life. With the onset of adulthood you can't help but face your distant but inevitable end, realizing it's nothing but work and taxes from there on out. Jack had his bucket list in mind. He wasn't planning on dying any time soon, but he had a lot that he wanted to do so he figured he's make a start after his 21st birthday. For this particular item on his list, however, he was going to need to request a little help from a friend. Particularly, a friend's mother. He walked up the flower-laden pathway to a cream door with a little frosted window to see Patty inside. They knew each other well, since he'd grown up with her son as a friend. She was a short lady with large breasts that always filled out whatever shirt or dress she was wearing, and she was probably the reason he turned out to be a boob guy. "Oh, Jack! Hello!" She began. "Hi, Missus Walker." He answered politely, but bashfully. He knew why

Partially inspired by my own time at university, this is the story of two friends who embark on a series of increasingly daring adventures. Any comments or feedback are much appreciated, hope you enjoy! ***** Chapter Eight -- The Homecoming 'What the hell do we do now?' Charlie fidgeted nervously and turned to look at Holly expectantly, waiting for some brilliant solution. Unfortunately Holly had no good ideas. At all. 'Why are you looking at me, I don't know...' The couple in question looked young to Holly, early twenties maybe, dressed in casual hiking gear just like the girls had been. She wondered how far their clothes had made it down the river, but there was no use thinking about that now, she'd left them very much in the shit and there was no going back now, only forwards. The couple's bags sat next to their blanket which they were both resting on, the guy napping on his front with his head resting on his arms, while the woman was on her back with a