Erotic Stories – Hetero

Author:tandrluv2swing Category: Friends With Benefits

Our first time swinging actually started out with a night out with a couple that were friends of ours. We were hanging out at our house and having a bonfire. All four of us had been drinking since early on in the evening. Travis was at one end of the front porch grilling and me and the couple, Tim and Lea, were on the other end of the porch listening to some music and telling stories and just a general fun time.

After eating, Travis pulled out the vodka and we started having shots. One thing Lea can’t handle is vodka shots. She was passed out within an hour. Meanwhile, me, Travis and Tim stayed outside on the porch listening to music and hanging out. I must have had way too much to drink myself, because we were sitting under the carport in front of my Expedition, and Travis asked me if I would do something for him. I said sure, and was utterly shocked when he said, “I want you to suck Tim’s dick for me.”

I don’t know who was more surprised, me or Tim! After a time making sure he was serious and not joking, I just said, “Sure, why not?”

Tim stood up, dropped his pants and stood in front of me. I looked at Travis, who was nodding his head, so I reached up and took hold of his cock with one hand and started slowly licking it up and down with my tongue. I kept looking from Travis to Tim’s face to see that everyone was ok with what was going on. I finally realized Travis was getting turned on by this, so I started really getting into it, licking from top to bottom and wrapping my lips around his cock watching it grow to its full 8 inches.

I took it into my mouth all the way to his balls and knew I had him from there. He had his head leaned back and was moaning and groaning, he took my hair into his hand and started pumping his cock into to my mouth, fucking my face as hard as he could. I felt him starting to get close, so I slowed down and looked back to Travis who was smiling at me telling me to keep going and swallow his cum.

Wanting to please my husband, I started back with vengeance, sucking and licking Tim’s cock until he couldn’t stand it anymore. Tim was hollering, “I’m gonna cum!” and I looked up into his eyes and told him I wanted to swallow his cum. That was enough for Tim to lose his load right there, so as he spasmed into my mouth. I kept my mouth around his cock and sucked every drop he had down my throat. As he was done, I started licking the head of his dick, making sure I got every last drop of his cum.

After he caught his composure, he looked over at Travis and said, “Man, I don’t know what I did to make you be such a great friend, but I sure did appreciate that!” Travis told him that was nothing, he should hang around for what was to come next.

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Author:Ivy League Girl Category: Real Sex

One of his pet names for me was (is) “lanky.” Little love text notes, “Yes, I love my long lanky girl with the big tits.” He would say that to me, sometimes sing in country-western overtones. But his real love was me, just me.

“It is your personality, it is your soul, it is you that makes you in your consciousness that thrills me so.” Then he would smile that devilish smile, “and your tanned toned frog legs do help, especially when they are spread wide just for me.” He loves my legs and high ass. He equated them to those of a feline feminine Olympian high jumper.

“Hey, frog legs, toned, long and strong with a professional tennis butt hung in the air without a care.” I miss the sound of his voice, and how he rode that butt of mine in syncopated time. That is my favorite position with him. On my hands, elbows and knees, seeking only him to please for my pleasure only, how he loved me in a tight sweater.

“Oh well, enough girlish rhapsody.” In the said position with my back arched like a “golden leopard” (that was one of his pet names for me too) waiting in heat for the moment of lively penetration – when he first parted my lips with the hard head of his long penis – it was (is) beyond descriptive pleasure and excitement. My long fingered hands would grab his bed sheets, my teeth did the same in anticipation of elation. Then his head softly and easily eases into my being, my mind on fire my nerve endings full of desire and then his long strong thrust, then thrusts of power how I love his masculine tower full of life and so alive.
It is truly when “and two flesh shall become one.”

Such power, such force that he would move me all the way across his western king bed. “slap! slap! slap!” came the sound of his pelvis as it struck my hard tennis ass. “Smack!… smack!… smack!” as my face buried in his sheets moved across his bed. “Slap– slap– slap!” I will never be the same. Last week in bed with my back to my husband in the darkness sweet as he slept I masturbated to the memory of “slap, slap, slap” among the other things he did to me and they were many, such lovers he and I. He a man of ending autumn years and I a lady of early summer days, so we would play, love we would make.

And when that old poet came deep inside of me it was with expanded force, with his large strong hands griping my butt like a vise and usually one of his thumbs press deep into my asshole – that is how long his hands are. So I masturbate in fantasy’s wake of our passions, I miss that old man. I miss our coffeehouse and how we sat next to each other as perfect strangers and talked about life and the parody of it. Sometimes with my kids in tow and the coffeehouse as just a stop off before heading to grandma’s house, my kids always looked at him dubiously as we chatted as strangers do. Then kids dropped off and shopping to do and then my afternoon delight of Slap! Smack! Slap!!!!

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Author:nightseeker67 Category: Crushes

… continued.

I grip his dick in my hand and urged on by his gasp of pleasure, I explore it with my mouth kissing and licking the thick cock, my hands stroking his dick. His body trembles and he keeps his tightly clenched fists at his side trying to control the crazy passion exploding through him. Getting more daring, I opened my mouth and take his head into my eager mouth and I hear him gasp, “Oh fuck goddamit oh shit!

What are you doing to me?” I suck and suck his dick trying not to gag when I finally getting all of his 9 inches deep inside my throat and I stare up at him. “Oh fuck please stop, baby girl… please I’m so close. I’m gonna cum… please stop.” Ignoring his pleas just like he ignored mine, I make sure he is completely in my throat before tugging on his balls to get him to cum. He growls in pain as he shoots his entire load deep down into my throat. I swallow as much as I can and when he’s done he collapses on his knees before me panting and staring at me with unsatisfied lust. I lie down and spread my legs in invitation to him.
He growls again and situates himself between my legs just as I realize something important.

“Wait Nate!” He stares at me in confusion but forces himself to stay still, “What’s wrong baby girl?”

My eyes start to tear up and I say quietly, “You can’t make love to me. I’m a virgin.”

He continues to stare at me and then he breaks the silence by saying, “You think that’s a big deal to me. Of course it makes me absolutely happy that that means I’ll be your first, but it’s not gonna stop me from making love to you… unless you don’t want me to?”

I shake my head and say, “I want you and only you to make love to me and take my virginity, please don’t stop.” He grins and gives me a sweet, gentle kiss just as he shoves himself into me, breaking my hymen. I whimper my eyes tearing up and he asks me if I’m okay. I nod and hold my breath as he slowly begins to move himself inside me giving me time to accept and stretch for his girth.

Eventually I start to get used to the absolutely wonderful feeling and I wrap my legs around his hips pulling him deeper inside my tight and wet pussy. This encourages him to let lose all his passion and he fucks and penetrates me viciously, passionately kissing me and growling against my lips and breasts. I moan, digging my nails into his back silently begging him to fuck me harder and harder. His cock begins to hit my g-spot and I moan and scream, my orgasm ripping through me. Read the rest of this entry »

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Author:nightseeker67 Category: Crushes

Hi, my name’s Fayth and, well, lately I’ve been having some weight/self-esteem issues. Now I’ve never been exactly fat, it’s just that I’ve gotten pretty thick from my teenage years. Being thicker was a goal for me at the age of 13 or so because I was skinny as all hell back then. Now I’m in college and I’ve begun to notice that the stick-thin girls are the ones who get the dates and attention while I simply stay in my dorm and read and do homework. All that can pretty much hurt your self-esteem; I mean what college girl doesn’t want at least a little attention from guys.

The final straw though was during the exercise period at my college. The college promotes good health and strength, etc… etc…, but when we were lifting weights and equipment around I started to realize I wasn’t as strong as when I was 13 and could beat up any guy who had the nerve to step to me. Now this wouldn’t have bugged me so much if the popular girls and guys (strange even in college there is always a popular clique) weren’t laughing and making fun of me and my size. In frustration, I threw the weights at them and ran from the room out into the courtyard. I didn’t stop running until I found my little hidden spot and then I plopped down and cried my eyes out. I cried and cried till I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up and took all my energy not to bolt and run screaming.

Standing above me was Nathaniel Blake, the most gorgeous, sensitive, brilliant guy to ever walk the face of the earth. I’m not one to get all crazy about a guy but something about those dark hazel eyes and strong jaw line simply made my heart melt. He was about 6’2, had muscles in all the right places but he wasn’t a brainless jock. He was as smart as I am and I’ve seen him go from protective, bad-boy guy to a man that every woman wants to have — that being he was sweet as sugar! I stared up at him for a few minutes till I realized he was asking me a question.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry what did you just ask me?”

“I asked you what are you doing out here crying. I mean it simply isn’t right when a beautiful girl cries, so I wanna know what’s wrong with you.” I blushed right down to my roots when he called me beautiful and I tried to think of an answer that wouldn’t sound idiotic.

“Ummm, well it’s just that when you look as fucking stupid as I do trying to lift weights and the popular jackasses make fun of you, how can you not run away and cry?” I buried my head in my lap and cried harder and harder.

“Oh, hey please don’t cry. You have the prettiest dark brown eyes that certainly don’t need to be filled with sad tears.” He sat down next to me and grabbed my hand trying to get me to relax. I looked up at him unable to do anything else. His eye s widened in surprise and he said, “Oh! You’re Fayth Jackson. It was hard to recognize you with your hair in your face and your eyes and nose all red. Oh which reminds me,” he grabs a Kleenex from his bag and used it to wipe my face off, “There much better.”
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Author:NewWriter Category: Crushes

“Finally!” Amber blurted out as her pitcher of beer was being sat down on the table. The waiter stuttered out how sorry he was it took so long but they had to change out the keg.

“It’s fine” Amber sighed, as a few of the girls she was with started to giggle. Amber was already feeling the pitcher before this one, and the one before that.

“Don’t you think you have had enough?” a deep gritty voice said behind her. Amber would know that voice anywhere, turning around with a huge drunken grin. Mike was standing above her ready to catch her when she threw herself into his arms.

“You got my text!” Amber slurred out, as Mike nodded to the other girls at the table.

“Someone had to come get you, wild woman” smiling that bright sexy smile. Amber began to feel something more than just drunk.

Mike sat down next to Amber and put his hand on her thigh moving it up and down slowly already knowing where this night was going to end up. It had been weeks since Amber had called him and he was just starting to get to the point where he would have accepted he was just a booty call to her. He wanted more, so much more than just a night of fun. As Mike ordered a coke he waited for Amber to finish her third pitcher of the night as the girls kept topping off their beers to keep Amber from getting too much more intoxicated, Mike sat back and enjoyed Amber’s company, nodding at all the right spots, and laughing when she would spill something. Read the rest of this entry »

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Author: Yuiqalla Category: Teachers

I thought my new Ancient History professor was adorable. He was an older man, with silver hair and a gray goatee, glasses, and a tall, thin build. He had such a sweet voice and nice look in his eyes, that I developed a crush on him almost immediately. And I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I caught him watching my large bottom bounce and jiggle when I would leave the classroom. I was pretty sure but couldn’t be certain.

I was a junior at an Ivy League school when I enrolled in his class. I am somewhat proud of my thick red hair, slender shoulders, and small waist, but I melt if I see a man enjoying the sight of my exceptionally wide hips and large backside. I like to wear clothes that show off my rear end and its enormous curves, and I have to admit that my big butt needs a lot of attention to make me happy.

So I was interested when I saw the professor had posted an ad asking for a Teacher’s Assistant. I signed up and went to meet him in his office for an interview. I wore a thin, delicate blouse, and a clinging, light pink skirt, to show off my best features as I entered his office and prepared to talk with him one on one for the first time. Read the rest of this entry »

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Author: Mrs. H  Category: Blow Jobs

I parked my car, and dug around in my purse for my sunglasses. Finding them, I slapped them on over my eyes even though it was dark. My boot hit the asphalt with a click.
I really should have gotten a pair in black or something, I thought to myself, eyeing the pink boot distastefully. I suppose it would have been okay if I was wearing pink lingerie or whatever, but I wasn’t. It was a deep shade of navy blue, which I consider to be neither sexy nor cute nor pure and innocent and virginal and shit. But you know what they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

You may think that this is all irrelevant banter, and it most certainly is. Did I kill off your erection? You’re dripping pussy? I’ll do my best to remedy that issue later on if I did. (Yeah, that’s right, winking emoticon. Bam.)

I tapped on the door of the deserted building. It slid open with a creak. I dug out a fistful of paper bills and handed it over.

“Thanks dolls… don’t spend it all in one place,” I said to the men I had arranged to kidnap my darling husband.

The room was sparely barren, except for a lone chair with a slumped figure in it.

“Lauren!” he said in an obvious panic, “What’s going on?”

“Shhhhh,” I murmured, stroking his hair softly, “Aren’t you the one who’s always telling me to relax?”

“What? What’s going on? Did you do this? I swear, Laruen-“

“Hush Kitten.” I pressed my lips against his to dissuade him from protesting anymore. Slipping into the kiss, I straddled him on the chair, pressing my breasts against his chest, clenching my fists in his hair.

“Maybe,” he said breathlessly when I took my lips away “I’m getting over the fact that you like… had me assaulted.”

“Did I not tell you to shut-up?”

“No?”

“Well, I’m saying it now. Shut up.”

“What?”

“Mmmm… I want some time away from being all sweet and innocent,” I replied with a pout.

“Will you at least untie me first?”

I slapped him across the cheek. “I told you to be quiet.” He winced and didn’t say anything.

“I’m going to suck your dick,” I stated matter-of-factly as I unbuttoned my coat. (Like… normal coat, cause I still need to get one of those mysterious trench-y things into my arsenal.)

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Author: ArabellaRenata   Category: Romance

It was the summer after my senior year of High School. I had just woke up from sleeping in on a lazy Saturday morning, the sound from my alarm on my phone. The time shown was exactly 11:00 am. My memory raced back to me. My flight was to leave in two hours. I double checked the calendar to make sure it was the right day. It was right. July 4, 2012, it read. I get out of bed and started to get ready to go, and around 12:15 I was walking out the door to have my mom drive me to the airport so I wouldn’t have to leave my car in the parking lot for a week in the burning heat.

As we drove down the highway I kept thinking to myself the reasons I’m even going out of town in the first place. Getting bored, I fiddle with the camera in my bag in front of me on the floor, it was my graduation present. It was a Cannon T3I 18 Megapixel EOS Rebel. The camera I had picked out since my freshman year of High School. As far as my parents knew, I was going to a last-minute internship with a professional photographer to help make my portfolio for the college I was going to in the fall. But I was the only one that knew the real reason I was going to Indiana was to see my secret lover, Carson Morozza. Read the rest of this entry »

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Author: Hayleykins   Category: Chance Meetings

I met him on a night out; tall, dark hair, dark, fuck-me eyes. I just undressed him with my eyes. Wondering what he’d look like naked and hard. What he’d look like inside me. His hands all over my curves, pulling me hard onto his hard cock, making me squirm and shake with cumming. I could feel myself getting wet just at the thought of it.

‘ Hello, fancy a drink ? ‘ I was snapped out of my 2 minute fantasy and he was talking to me. I gave him a sexy smile and agreed. A few more drinks later and some obvious flirting on both sides we went to dance. I felt sexy in my new dress and fuck me heels. I knew buying a new lace bra and matching knickers was worth something. the dance floor was hot and as he backed my ass upon his crotch I could feel myself getting hot. He held my hips as I grinded along to the music, to my pleasure I could feel his member harden. His breathing was a little faster, pulling me closer and harder so I could feel it on my ass. I wanted him, my cunt wanted him.

Not so long after we got a taxi to his. We sat there, his arm round mine and my hand on his thigh. God they felt nice I thought. He moved my hair over my shoulder and started to kiss my neck. Nibbling a little and kissing some more. He kissed up and our lips met, so firm and then our tongues touched. I could feel myself getting the same naughty feeling like earlier. His other hand grabbed my leg and pulled me ontop of him, my legs spread across him, his hands found my ass and pulled me on his still hardnd cock. Mmm I wanted him in me so badly. We started kissing hard and passionately. A few little moans were let out and before we knew it we was at his house. We let the taxi driver keep the change as he did get a bit of an eyeful.
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Author: IWFJ   Category: Female Masturbation

I am a very lucky girl. The kid is at camp, and the spouse went to visit his Mommy this weekend. I took this opportunity to cross a few things off my “To Do” list (sadly, you are still on it), and booked an appointment for a facial at my favorite spa.

My regular aesthetician worked her magic, and I was extremely relaxed after only a few minutes. She took her customary leave to let the various potions do their thing on my skin, and I was left in the room, alone with my imagination and the creepy new age music.

I sensed someone at the foot of the table, and I opened my eyes to see you sitting on the stool with a big grin on your face. I wanted to question your presence, but it was so welcome that I dared not for fear you would disappear. You removed the covers and pulled me to the edge of the table. Hoisting my legs to your shoulders, you were just about to demonstrate your mean pussy eating skills when my facial lady reappeared, and it became obvious you had been a dream. Shit!

I spent the rest of the day thinking about you, wondering what your tongue would have felt like between my legs.

Later that evening, I ventured to my favorite porn site and did some reading. I also worked on a few pieces of my own that are in progress. Both reading and writing get me hot, so I decided an interlude under the bathtub faucet was in order. You once told me you’d really like to see that.

I stripped off my pajamas, the striped shorts with the navy blue whales, and the solid blue top. [It takes some guts to wear whales but, then again, I am a size six.] I turned the faucet on, scooted my ass under the stream, and positioned my feet on the wall.

One nice thing about this method is the variability of the water. That is, it doesn’t just come out of the faucet in a steady stream. It jumps around a little, which results in it teasing my clit, just like a man might. This prolongs the buildup, improving the quality of the resulting orgasm.

I was planning to do the stop and start trick, optimally letting go on the 10th, but I was too turned on to get past three. When I blew, it was unbelievable, and so awesome to be able to scream the way I really wanted to. I imagined your reaction had you been here, and sighed heavily contemplating your absence.

I started wondering what we would be doing if you were here. For sure, you would be pretty turned on watching my show. I imagined you perched on the edge of the tub, reaching down to caress one of my tits, maybe kissing me once or twice. By the time I let go, your cock would already be in your hand. You’d help me out of the tub, dry me off, take my hand and lead me down the hall to the bedroom. We’d get into bed and I’d lie naked on top of you, pressing our bodies together while we kissed.

I would decide before too long that it was time to pleasure you, and I would kiss a trail all over your body. This trail would go everywhere except where you wanted it most, and when you objected I’d tell you you’d thank me later. In fact, I might even produce restraints from my nightstand to make sure you never forgot the experience.

Once you were tied up, you’d make quite the picture. Your amazing body would be on display for me to admire, and your cock would stand straight up, demanding my attention. Ignoring it, I might lick your nipples, kiss your face, position my wet snatch over your mouth, or distract you in any number of other ways from what you wanted most.

Finally I’d take your growing dick in my hand and begin licking it ever so lightly, causing you to moan in frustration. I’d ignore your protests and keep to my own maddeningly slow pace. I would not be rushed.

I might interrupt myself to lick your balls, causing you to moan involuntarily. Or maybe, just maybe, I’d give in. I’d use my right hand to slide your throbbing cock into my mouth, little by little, gently squeezing your balls in my left. While you were inside, I would draw all over you with my tongue. I’d take my mouth off and lick your underside, and you’d go wild. “Please, baby – please make me come,” you’d beg. Read the rest of this entry »

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