Mac & V Part1
Mac clamped a heavy hand over her open mouth.
Their bodies were pressed together, on a blanket, on the roof of his LA bachelor pad, under the dark sky.
The sound of traffic on the streets
Below mixed in with her soft whimpers.
There was no one else on the large, flat roof top.
On V’s request, They had abandoned Macs house party, so that Mac could demonstrate his type of sex to her.
V had never participated in sexual activities before tonight. She had spent the majority of her life in the most melancholy of moods. Admiring the way that people under the impression of love acted. Decidedly love was for the undereducated.
But sex was not.
The physical sensation that she had been expecting after an entire life of vividly planning what she would do when this day came. And so far, it had not disappointed.
The man she had picked had the physical proportions of a model.
She needed someone strong. Someone who could lift her and shake her and maybe even throw her.
She needed someone with eyes that gave her the illusion that this was more than just a physical experiment.
Mac was perfect.
She chose him cause he accepted her lean and adolescent-like body structure. With a fat ass and small breasts.
They had stripped each other down to underwear now, with all their flesh exposed to the chilly Los Angeles air, and the majority of V’s skin covered in gooseflesh
Every liberated sexual thought which had been imprisoned in her mind would be free tonight.
In her mind she had tried EVERYTHING, and tonight was the night to try it all for real.
She was more mentally experienced, as a Virgin, than most sex addicts are.
The cement around their blanket was like a dark ocean, with the dull light of the moon giving it a silvery, ghosty glow. They could feel the vibrations of the music in the apartment below. This, and the slight chilliness of the open breeze caused V to snuggle her hips closer to Mac, he tensed.
Mac closed his eyes for a second and concentrated on the electric energy building in his groin. He restrained himself one second longer, allowing the accumulation of tension, desire, and something that closely resembled rage.
He then tore his hand from her warm lips and grabbed her firmly at the waist, pressing her body against the soft blanket.
One second ago every part of him was pressed against every part of her, now he was straddling her stomach.
With every growing second In which V was under him, looking up and searching into his stormy blue eyes, she could see a certain grief.
It mirrored her own closely.
She smiled internally at the beast she had awoken.
Somehow V maneuvered, pushing Mac over onto his back then climbing on top of him. He was large, full of muscle, and she knew that she added no more pressure to his torso than that of a small child. V brushed her fingers up and took hold of his messy curly hair. Closing her eyes she succumbed to her passion and desire, feeling his hands run their way up her thighs, to her bum, then under her blouse. His hands were warm and soft, they felt like fire against her skin. She intensified her kiss as the place between her legs began to moisten.
She rubbed her throbbing cunt against his throbbing erection in sheer pleasure, with nothing but two thin veils of clothing restraining penetration.
She could hear his breathing growing deep. As he fought to control his sexual urgencies and she smiled against his lips, because she found pleasure in knowing that such an insignificant motion could stir response in someone so beautiful.
She let out a small, teasing moan, parting her lips and licking his lips.
"Mm" she moaned, as she kissed a path down the side of his face to his neck. She bit down gently and sucked.
"Oh my … God"
His penis was so ready at this point that his boxers had been displaying super strength.
V was so wet it was remarkable that she wasn’t dripping. The sight of lust in each others eyes turned them on immeasurably.
Mac easily tore off V’s panties with both hands, being careful not to pull her off of him in any manner, then shifted slightly to free his own erection, tossing his boxers away carelessly.
He lifted her up by the waist with ease, then lowered her down right onto his long penis.
Although V was wet, this did not decrease the majority of the pain of being penetrated for the first time. She held onto his abdomen for support, closing her eyes in concentration and biting her lip as she slid slowly over his tip.
Mac was alarmed at how tight she was, and alarmed at the tear that ran down her strawberry cheek in the silver moonlight.
"Baby, if this is your first time, let me take over" Mac said quietly, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her eyes.
She submitted, and nodded as brought her soft little lips down to his, pressing upon him a damp, sweet kiss.
To be continued…
Back to school
I’m a 21 year old college girl. I have a boyfriend, but we go to different schools, so we spend the summer and breaks together. When we’re apart, we have agreed that anything goes as long as we don’t develop feelings and tell each other everything.
I’m back at school now, which means catching up with friends I missed all summer. Last night we went out and I ran into a fuck buddy from last semester. Wow. He bulked up over the summer. Must have spent a lot of time in the gym. I could feel it as soon as he hugged me. We talked most of the night just catching up and I could tell he still wanted me.
Enough bullshit. He fucked the shit out of me. He’s a tad thicker than my boyfriend and I could feel it. As soon as we got back to his apartment I was undressing him, ready to get to business. I’ve been so horny for a different cock. We stripped each other and I sat on the edge of his bed and licked his cock up and down. Then I went for it all. I was impressed with myself for being able to throat it!
Once he was throbbing he tossed me back on the bed and plunged right into my dripping wet pussy. I let out a loud moan, as his thickness stretched me. He put my legs on his shoulders and started pounding. Hard. God it felt great. After several minutes of that, he flipped me over and I pushed my ass in the air for him. He spanked it a few times, then spit between my cheeks and pushed his cock back in my pussy. This felt even better. I came on his cock within minutes as he pulled my hair and told me to take it like a good girl. He wasn’t far behind me. He could usually last an hour, but he must have really missed me because before I knew it, he pulled out and shot a thick warm load all over my ass and back.
I wiped up what I could and sucked it off my fingers. Then I cleaned up and walked home.
The best part about it all was this morning when my boyfriend called and I told him every nasty detail while I made myself cum again a few times. Here’s to a great start to the semester!
said: Do you think you can put me in a sex story under the name Kat? I'd love it. 😉
I don’t write them, I used to, but I don’t have time anymore. Sorry.
Perhaps one of my devoted, wonderful story telling followers can do you the honour? :)
I had a dream of you…lying next to me naked in bed, biting your lower lip, one hand slowly massaging a breast with fingers fiddling with the nipple. The other, hidden between your seductive thighs, was moving ever so slightly, but enough to send shivers of lust through your entire body. I was instantly awake and tried calling your name, but you were too far in indulging yourself to hear me. I gently cupped your free breast with my lips and lightly bit on your hardened nipple…you recognized my presence by throwing your head back, and just as my grip closed around your newly exposed neck you spread your legs, welcoming…seeing the anticipation building up in you I started massaging your abs and slowly, very slowly, moving down. When I gently took over from your own hand “oh god, she is so wet” flashed in my head but the growing intensity of your shivers and the deepening of your panting left my mind blank. You closed a hand around my arm still holding your neck and another around my erection and I lost sense of space and time…everything was just one fluid hypnotic motion.
Indeterminable time later, as my fingers started moving faster and faster, matching your breathing, you moved your hand around me and dug your nails in my back. The only sound in the universe were your moans muffled by the finger you dug teeth in…
And then a scream snaps the world into focus and now only your head and feet are touching the bed and you push me away as your body shakes uncontrollably in sheer ecstasy. I cannot wait. I flip you on all four pull your hair roughly and insert myself into you - I am ALIVE! You are still quivering and I can feel it deep inside you. There is a whip lying next to us but after dragging it across your bottom I decide to feel your tingling skin with my bare hand and spank you hard, and again while going in and out of you with deep powerful thrusts. We turn so you can put your hands on the wall as I pull your head back for a kiss and then dig teeth between your neck and your shoulder. I feel your convulsions are getting stronger and move faster and faster and as I get closer to the end my erection gets even harder and you feel it inside you. I fall back in confusion as you push hard from the wall but then you quickly turn and take me in your mouth and within seconds my orgasm explodes inside you.
When I get back in this world you are snuggled next to me naked, eyes closed, breathing heavily and licking your lips with the most satisfied, yet seductive smile I have ever seen.
Anonymous said: Can you do a Bree Westbrooks and Chris Brown sex story??
I don’t write the stories, people submit them.
You could write one like this or anyone that sees this post and submit it :)
The Red Mustang
I took one last glance at my naked body as I stood in front of my mirror. I smiled with excitement. The erotic events I had longed for; would finally be taking place tonight.
I put on my sexy red lace thong and slipped into my very tight form fitting black sundress. The dress came just below my rather plump ass cheeks. I opened my luscious pink lip gloss and rub it on my lips.
I could hear the rumble of a muscle car in the distance.
As the roar gets closer, my whole body filled with intense anticipation.
Finally, The roar came to a silence. I knew he had arrived.
“Ding” went my phone.
“I’m Here” it read
Butterflies filled my stomach as I opened the door.
There he was with his big arm muscles, slicked back black hair, and charming hazel eyes.
He was leaning against his pride and joy, A loud roaring….very fast Red Hot Mustang.
In this moment I became so aroused.
He grabbed me by my hips and pulled me close. I began tingling with goose bumps as my vagina pressed against his penis
I felt his hand move over my butt and then slowly up my very short sundress. He squeezed a handful of my bare ass with his big strong hands.
He whispered in my ear “Babe, this dress turns me on”
I began to tingle down there as I gripped a hold of his now growing boner.
“Soon you will get to rip if off of me” I replied
Oh how the temptation had begun.
We both got in the car. He put the key in the ignition and started her up. The loud rumble of the engine began to “PURRRRRRRR”
I could feel the vibration on my freshly groomed kitty kat.
He put the windows down, turned the music up and we were off to begin our evening of lustful events.
The drinks began flowing and the sexual desire for one another became unbearable. We swiftly closed our bar tab, locked hands and headed back to the red mustang.
Once we were in the car, He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me close.
“Let’s go have some fun” he says.
We peeled out of the parking lot and drove off into the night.
I began rubbing his penis… making the bulge in his pants get hard.
My vagina began throbbing intensely at the thought of my mouth being around his rock hard cock soon.
We turned down an old dirt road; He and his buddies often frequented to drag race their V-8s.
He put the stang in first gear and let off the gas.
Ohhhh Yes Finally, I thought in my head. Now I can use his penis for my pleasure.
I then leaned over, unhooked his belt and started to unbutton his pants.
He looked over at me and then
He reved up his engine with excitement
I unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard dick.
I wrapped my lips around the tip and begin sucking on it.
I slid my tongue down the side of his stiff shaft. All the way down to his balls.
The car roared again.
Up and down…up and down his cock went down my throat
His penis tasted so good
“Yes, babe that’s it” he moans
I feel him grab a handful of my hair and pull it tight. He presses down on the back of my head, forcing his huge wet dick to slide closer to the back of my throat.
I feel my vagina beginning to get wet at the thought of him climaxing in my mouth.
“Are you ready” he yells
I slid my mouth back up his pulsating member and replied
“on your mark.. get set..”
He slams his shift stick from 1st gear down to 3rd gear.
The tires were squealing as we peeled off down the track.
I spit on his dick making it so wet, then opened my mouth wider and went back to work.
The speed of the stang only made my lips go faster and faster
Up and down, his dick I went.
He yelled “oh baby yes don’t stop
“ Im about to give you a mouthful of my cum”
I felt his dick pulsating as I moved slowly up to the tip to take in his warm seamen
“ohhh Fuck..he grunted
and began to erupt his load into my mouth.
I smiled as I swallowed his mouthful of delicious cum.
The car had made it to the finish line and so did my man.
We both want more…
He opened the door and got out. He walked around to my side and opened my door. He got down on his knees. Grabs my legs and pulled them towards his him. He pushed me back against the console. Grips my hips and pulls them closer. He slides up my tight dress and pulls down my damp panties. Slowly he rubs his hands up my thighs and forces my legs open.
“Now it’s your turn” he says as he begins to bury his face into my very wet vagina
“Ohhhhh yes” I moan as he hits the right spot.
It feels so good to feel his tongue circling around on my clit.
“Your pussy is so wet” he says
I feel his strong hands squeezing my breast tightly. My nipples are becoming so hard.
I feel him sucking on my clit as he sticks two of his fingers into my vagina and thrust them in and out.
I grab the back of his head and force him deeper in my steamy wet vagina
My legs begin to shake as I feel my orgasm nearing…
“I want you to cum in my mouth” he says
I’m in full sexual ecstasy and ready to explode
Uhh uhh ohh yess..I moan
I had made it to my orgasmic peak.
My whole body becomes numb as I orgasm and release my hot wet cum all over his face.
Slowly he stops moving his tongue and begins softly sucks on the lips of my pussy.
He gives my vagina one last kiss as he knows he has satisfied her.
Ohhh how we both want more..
Finally, the moment has come for me to feel his cock inside of me.
He stands up and takes off his shirt and pulls down his jeans.
I am now face to face, again with his dick. Rock hard, and ready to play.
He pulls me out the car and rips off my dress.
I feel my ass press against the stang as I am forced against the front of the car… He turns me around and bends my naked body over the top of the hood.
He spreads my legs and slowly slides his penis into my tight wet vagina.
In and out his cock went.
Ohh ohh ohhhhh yes I moan as he goes deeper and deeper. His dick feels amazing inside me.
“I love your tight pussy” he says, as he sqeezes my ass and pounds into me deeper.
I can feel his dick throbbing in me as he goes faster and faster.
Ohh Yes he is fucking me so good. I don’t want him to stop
He pulls me up and turns me around toward him. He picks me up and puts me on the hood of the car. As I lay down I feel him pulling my ass towards him. I wrap my legs around him and quench my thighs tightly.
My vagina is so wet and I just want his dick inside of me right now.
He grabs a hold of my hips and slides his cock back in.
“Ahhhh”….I hear him grunt as he gets the whole thing in. I feel his balls hitting my ass
Oh gosh, yesss…
“My dick feels so good inside you” he says as he fucks me hard
Faster and faster he would go.
Ohhhhhhh Ohhhh ohhh yes
“Harder” I moan.
I feel his thick dick sliding in and out..
In and out.
I feel my vagina getting wetter and wetter as I’m nearing orgasm
“I want you to Cum all over my dick baby”
“yes, Yesss..yess.” I scream
I am about to explode all over him
Im cumming Im cumming “
I scream as I feel my warm cum is gushing onto him
He starts pounding me harder and deeper.
Faster and faster
“Babe Im gonna cum..”
He rams it deep in me for one last feel before he erupts
He pulls his dick out and lays it on my breast
I feel his warm cum begin to shower all over my chest.
Yes, yes…Yes …We had won the race!
Our seductive, erotic, lustful fantasies finally had been fulfilled.
We both laid there in silence, as we enjoyed out moment of sexual euphoria.
Oh how I could never forget that night under the stars. Racing down an old dirt track.
We were young, naked and ready to experience sex together for the first time.
All on the hood of a sweet Red Mustang.
His pace was slow and easy. I wanted to be pounded. His cock slid in and out as he went harder. …
I’ve always had a thing for legs. When I was around fourteen, I distinctly
remember reading a copy of my dad’s Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition and gawking at the smooth, tanned legs of the woman on the cover; her body brightened by her orange swimsuit, her feet curling together in the foreground of the picture on the sand of the beach where she sat. She looked at you with the coy, jaded look women are meant to have in these photos. I wondered, at that time, if I would ever be this close to a stunning female’s legs in real life and if she would ever look at me like so.
Let’s fast-forward five years.
My buddy Jason and I sat on the porch outside a house party in November, watching the partygoers exit. We were drinking scotch on ice and I was numerous sheets to the wind. Jason burped.
“I’m gonna flunk that test tomorrow,” he said.
I watched the legs of the girls wandering outside. A few of them stumbled on the doorstep like drunken high-schoolers (which was basically what we still were, as freshmen ages 18 to 19), some of them were helped out by their equally smashed, wonky boyfriends (or guys who wished they were their boyfriends), and others exited smoothly and without any help, thank you. Many wore those tight black silk pairs of pants that are a continuing fad among the hip middle class female set. But a surprising number wore skirts—short skirts—although it was a cold night.
A girl in a flannel Irish skirt walked out. Her legs were amazing. They were thick and curvy at the top, but nice and lean as you moved down to her feet. She wore black shoes that looked like particularly warm slippers. She wore a backwards Red Sox cap that looked like it didn’t belong to her. I wondered why she was dressed like this was the original Saint Patrick’s Day. She had red hair and freckles and was chatting with two other girls, didn’t seem too drunk.
“Look at the legs on that one,” Jason said.
Jason had no tact whatsoever. They probably heard him. But I was secretly surprised someone else cared about legs as much as I did.
“Yeah,” I responded. “They’re really something.”
In a moment of utter cockiness, I called to her.
“Ms. O’ Brien! What’s your name?”
She and her friends looked toward me, perplexed.
“Janis…” she said eventually. “Hi.”
I raised my beer.
“Great to make your acquaintance.”
“Yeah,” she said, sort of smiling. “Same.”
“You ladies get home safe,” I said.
I can sound like a dick if I want, like a smooth operator if I want, like a drunk teenager if I want (which is being myself), or like a cop, if I really want. Janis and her friends trotted off to a car at the far end of the driveway and I felt proud of sounding like all four to her. I knew at that point that somehow, some way, I would bang Janis before the year was up.
During most of the fall semester I was pretty diligent about going to classes and studying, I was kind of serious about not smoking as much pot as I had in high school and not getting arrested for it as I had once. But gradually that all went out the window because the school I go to (I’m not going to name it. It’s somewhere in the Midwest), is one of the hardest partying institutions in the country. By the end of October I was crashing my bike in to the side of the student lounge because I was drunk and getting written up by the campus cops for playing beer pong outside, in the parking lot, with four other people. I was/am ridiculous.
One of the people I played beer pong with that night was none other than Janis. We first hooked up that October night. I felt her boobs and made out with her against the brick wall of Dodson Hall. She had been a Catholic school girl; that explained the uniform.
At one point she pulled away and said, “I like you…”
“You’re not too bad yourself,” I said. “I don’t know if we’ll ever see each other again, but you’re not too bad.”
I’d given this line many times before. The first time had been perhaps three years before in high school, around the time I’d trained myself to stop fearing girls. Janis looked vaguely disappointed after she heard it. Her freckles gleamed out of the darkness in the corner of the building we were scrunched up against and made her look lonely. I kissed her again and said goodnight and left.
The next time we met was in December. I saw her in the student lounge after our Economics class and we ended up sitting and eating lunch together. We shot the shit for a while, and then she asked if I wanted to take a walk with her. I was like, “Sure.” We walked around in the cold over to her dorm and I led her to her door. As soon as we got to her door, she pulled me in and we kissed again.
Next thing you know, I’m on the top of her bunk bed, naked except for my boxers and she’s naked except for the insane tan lines on her skin left by her bra and panties, even in winter. I’m doing a rotating pattern of sucking on the nipples of her tits while she runs her fingers through my hair like I’m a fucking pet dog. She cooed and moved her head back and forth, as if nodding. She whispered to me to go down on her.
This was something I’d never done. I had an idea of how to; I’d watched pornos. I just thought it was kind of gross. But Janis asked me to and she sounded so fucking sexy saying it I almost came on her leg. I peered upside down between her tits at the ridge of brown pubic hair that my tongue had been commissioned to climb and claim. I let my tongue droop out while I moved down her belly— I noticed she had a little bit of pudge coming in— and started licking her steep, odorous vagina. I knew that you were supposed to get right in there and also finger her. So I slipped a couple of fingers in after tongue-soloing it for a few minutes.
She was mostly shaved aside from the tuft of hair that tangled up on my tongue whenever I licked it over. I felt several stray pubes on the inside of my tongue, so I switched to using only the tip of my tongue, veering from left to right over her shaved prickles and the bulging pink mass swelling under her folds. She grabbed the nape of my neck and began pulling my hair. She squirmed her legs around and every time her thighs brushed against my cheeks and my ears I got a little more of a boner. Janis started making these sounds you’re supposed to make in church. If I spelled it out, it would look like any other female pleasure sound. Let’s say it sounded like she’d just realized that Jesus himself was magically eating her pussy. I kept fingering/licking her and her thighs jerked upward inch by inch, rotating her vagina further in to my mouth. Her pubes tickled my nose and mouth. At one point her lower body tilted upward enough so that her clit sponged over my nose and my nose bumped in to my fingers, which were circling around inside of her. She caught her breath and kept on with her tenor yelps. She didn’t taste bad. She tasted sour and tangy. Like sex-lemonade. I suddenly realized; “This is great. I love eating pussy. The End.”
I felt my phone buzz. (My leg was on it). I drew my face away and a string of gooey wetness pulled away with me. I saw then that I was looking at this pink, monstrous, excited wilderness, inside of which my fingers were helplessly closed. I kept swirling my fingers around and looked at the text message with my free hand. It was my friend asking if we were meeting in McDougal’s at noon. Shit, I was supposed to meet James at McDougals, where he works. (McDougals is a place where they don’t give a shit how old you are if you know someone who works there. I got completely loaded there time and time again.) I propped my hand against her inner thigh and Janis did not even try to move away. I quickly punched in, Nope, can’t do it. I paused, thinking, and punched in; I’m eating pussy. I set my phone down and saw that Janis was staring down at me with the same expression as when she gets a question wrong in class, except redder.
She said “Dennis…get off your phone. Stay with me.”
I just looked at her for a second and then dove back in to her muff. She was very slick against my tongue; it felt like my tongue would slip on her vagina and break something. Whatever the fluids are that make a girl’s vagina wet were getting in my nose by now. She slid both hands over my shoulders. She hyperventilated. Now she was more determined to make me happy. I appreciated her tenacity. I pulled back a second time just to see what her pussy now looked like. It was open enough, her folds exposed and wet enough, for my tongue to touch no skin at all. I rubbed my fingers up and down her clit vertically and as soon as they were back down at the bottom, I swiped my tongue back on to her. She shut her legs around my head. Everything that entered my ear-drums—her hyperventilating church-noises, the rustling of sheets, the hum of the air in her room, the smacking of my tongue against her clitoris, the buzz of my phone as James responded—was sucked away and all I felt was smooth, dense skin. Her thighs. Clamped around my head.
(Were these magazine cover legs? Was I close enough?)
She released her clamp of destiny. I heard everything again.
Janis moaned very loudly three times and did the most perfect goddam thing ever— she fumbled a hand on to my forehead and cocked my head back so I could look at her face while her thighs bounced off my shoulders. She held my head like that for just a few seconds— long enough for me to get one of my brilliant, deranged ideas. I grabbed my iPhone from beside her leg, raised it so my arm bent around her leg, pressed the camera app and snapped a picture of her. Her head was cocked back, her mouth formed a jagged O, her tits jangled on either corner—they were bouncy, future soccer mom tits— and her very Irish dimples had a staring contest with me, as if to say, ‘Are ye having as blarney of a time as Janis, bogle??’ That was what the picture looked like.
I let the phone fall on her sheets. I reached up and touched Janis’ cheek with one hand, as if to say I was also a strong, sentimental lover. She let me hold the side of her face for a few seconds. Then she smacked my hand away and completely changed tempo.
She screamed, “Fuck you, Dennis, fuck you!” I tried to look confused and said; “What??”
"Take your fucking phone away from me, fuck you, Oh My God, I thought I could trust you, Oh my God, what is wrong with me…" She hit me with her pillow. For a while I thought it was a game she was playing and was really saying she wanted to fuck me, but when she threw my phone across the room I got the actual drift. I grabbed my phone and told her, okay, I guess I misread your signals, wow, way to tell a dude you hate him. She yelled at me fuck you again as I opened her door and bolted out.
For a while, I worried that my phone was broken, but guess what?? It isn’t! I still have those pictures of Janis or rather Janis’ tits, nape and chin. I’ve sent it to all my best buds. I sort of wish I had the cell number of everybody who’s ever hooked up with Janis so I could send it to them. I look at the photo and think it’s kind of masterful, sort of like something Robert Mapplethorpe would have done if he were straight and ate pussy. It looks exactly like the type of photo you would find in Playboy or something more hardcore. Or even certain Victoria’s Secret ads. Or maybe even a really pornographic version of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition. Which prompted me to search around the house for that original swimsuit edition magazine. I wanted to relive the feeling of being fourteen and not knowing what this mysterious thing was in front of me, and having not experienced it myself, so directly. But I got tired and couldn’t find it. So I’m stuck with this story, and with the photograph, and there’s no going back in time.