The narrator plays three games, and attends a birthday party.
“I wanted to take him at that moment; pushing him up against the 1970’s textured wallpaper and sink my lips over his circumsized head. To bring the smooth, hairless shaft into my mouth and inhale the delicious scent of masculinity through my nostrils as his young cock bobbed against the back of my throat.”
A lecturer gives his new students a shock.
“Her eyes focused on me: steely firm with a quivering hint of vulnerability. Seductive. Strong. Sexy. Her lips pouted slightly; a small smile, a knowing grin. She knew what would happen. Her breasts bobbed slightly as she strode: the start of her tempting curves captivating my attention across her silky smooth skin.”
Our narrator comes to terms with his bisexuality
“…I warned him, grunting that I was about to come, and he sucked powerfully on the tip of my prick as my loins pulsed and my cock squirted my cum into his mouth. He coughed as I withdrew, leaning against the wall. He wasn’t so innocent now, cum leaking from his lips…”
An MMF bisexual threesome the night before a spicy semi-final leaves our man confused
“….He prepared himself for me: the losing man rubbed the slippery water-based lube into his arsehole for me, subjugating himself and readying his body for my penetration. The pillaging of his vulnerable arse, given meekly to me after he lost the battle….”
A pornography shoot with a cum-eating, chastity-wearing man and a rather, wicked woman.
“….”He’s so big …” She cried loudly, more for the camera than for me. She glanced at my restrained cock, caged painfully in a clear plastic prison for her entertainment. His fierce grunts signified a barrage of cum being pumped into her pussy…..”
Chapter eight of my bisexual-male football player series.
“…I was nearer the end of the queue. His bottom was bloodied and beaten by the time I reached him. The air had been think with yells and cries, squeals and screams. Profanity filled my eardrums as player after player savaged the losing team, smashing their rumps with ever increasing harder implements…”
A half-naked woman in the kitchen leads to some oral fun.
“…Her hands pressed on my shoulders; she guided my head into her fettered bosom and then into her hairless slit. She whispered encouragement to my tongue gliding over her moistness: the sexy stranger leant back on the worktop, her arousal sparking with every flick on her intimate folds….”
She teased relentlessly; the soft pink of her femininity regularly on display during the two weekend days as she taunted her sexuality to me. I wanted her. I wanted to fuck the little minx, hold her down and pound her pussy. Or I wanted to throw her mischievous body over her wooden log and take her from behind, slamming my cock into her as she squealed and grunted, taking my orgasm from her wretched body.
And then I felt impatient; her watery eyes pleaded with me to fuck her as her ravaged body needed my unsheathed cock. It kissed my shaft and caressed my dick as I slid into her young cunt. She was wet, reeking with arousal as I thrusted my prick into her sex, pounding the pregnant bitch relentlessly.
Forbidden Words: Money, Regret Extra Credit: Tell us if you’ve ever paid for sex, on-line or off Bonus Words: 50 if you make her barely legal, barely My friend glanced up, my unfettered cock rising at the sight that befell my eyes. “Looks like you’re ready for me?” “Yeah,” I muttered, my heart pounding as …
This was part of their football matchday now: play football, lose, give blowjobs. They knew nothing else.
Our captain slid his shorts to one side. The loser’s eyes widened as the cock bobbed in front of him, moving forward to kiss the tip. “You’re such a fucking slut,” one of his team-mates called. “Suck it!”
The crowd wanted action, and behind us the losing players entered the field of play. Many were shirtless, accepting the cool breeze of a late September afternoon. Their goalkeeper was naked, his large cock swinging as he walked towards the mats. I think he wanted to show off his masculinity, to try and salvage some pride from his well endowed prick.
It was a meat market. There was no consideration as to whom they were going to select, just a bawdy scream of cries from the crowd of horny men. All they wanted was holes; that’s all we were to them, a couple of orifices to bring them guilty pleasure. To boost their ego and to feel the consequences of their victory.
The Flash Fiction Friday meme sets a picture to construct a story around, as well as a couple of limitations. Word Count: 250 Bonus Words: +50 if you tell us the last three songs you listened to Required Word: Melody Forbidden Words: Ke$ha, Miley, Rihanna It was an enticing proposition from my neighbour: I defy any man to decline …
Chapter one – Chapter two – Chapter three – Chapter four – Chapter five – Chapter six – Chapter seven – Chapter eight – Chapter nine – Chapter ten This is the final chapter, for now. I may return to these characters in the future but these story is now closed! 😉 I spoke at …
I tried to find a person, or type of person whom was unlikely to have been the subject of erotica, and could find no entry on Literotica (among others) with trainspotter; even ASSTR only lists one story. There may be good reason for this, but as I try to write unfamiliar situations, so this is another …
Who was she? Was she an angel? He had no idea; she hadn’t given him an explanation as he opened the door to his hotel suite and she sauntered into his room, discarding her long trenchcoat and leading him towards the window.
Chapter one – Chapter two – Chapter three – Chapter four – Chapter five – Chapter six I couldn’t leave Rebecca with Elsie, especially after what had just happened, so we fled out the back door and sprinted across the small cul-de-sac to my car, as Elsie’s well-fucked sister staggered through the front door arguing …