Oral sex stories relate to the giving and receiving of oral pleasure. Oral sex generally refers to sexual activities involving the stimulation of the genitalia by the use of the mouth, tongue, teeth or throat. Specifically, Cunnilingus refers to oral sex performed on females, whereas fellatio refers to oral sex performed on males. A subcategory, Analingus, refers to oral stimulation of a person's anus, both male or female. Oral stimulation of other parts of the body, such as kissing lips, nibbling breasts or licking, are usually not considered oral sex. Blow job, bj, giving head, deep throat, going down, licking out, rimming, sucking off, blowing are all phrases you are likely to see in these types of stories.
A VERY curious college girl gives her first blowjob to a stranger.
Jenny caught the tall freshman boy she’d chosen coming back to his room from the shower. He was holding his towel closed around his narrow hips. She kept her voice almost steady, “Would you like a blowjob, right now?” He nearly dropped his towel at her question. His body was smooth and sleek, his back in the shape of a V, the product of hours of swim practice. She felt her face redden....Read On
An unexpected gift is received.
A Christmas Surprise It was close to Christmas Eve and MaryAnn and I had been working together since Thanksgiving. Our job during the holiday season was to offer free wrapping for gifts bought in our department store. We had a small work area that was slightly raised up a couple of feet from the shopping floor. Over the past few weeks Mary Ann and I got to know each other pretty well. We...Read On
Natalie takes it like a bitch.
When Jonah asked if I fancied going for a walk in a secluded part of the countryside - in the pitch black, to boot - I quivered with excitement, thinking about all the possibilities he might have planned for me. Was he intending a fuck in the woods? Up against a tree with the bark scraping my back through my blouse? Or dragging me by my hair, throwing me down on the ground and forcing me...Read On
On their honeymoon, Faith lets her fearless flag fly.
She took my hand and we both walked down the hall. "Damn, you look good in that bikini. Pink looks really good on you, Faith." "We're on our honeymoon, so you are guaranteed to get laid at least fifty times," she reminded me before she brought me to the wall by the door. "We love each other, Dante," she stated before she kissed me. We made out for a moment and I brought my hands to...Read On
When Tony shows up at the foster home Kelly, Josie and Cathy are happy to finally have some sex.
Josie The first time I saw Tony Rizzi, I thought I would die. He was the best-looking guy I had ever seen with black slightly curly hair and deep brown eyes set in an angular face. He wore jeans and a white T-shirt. His arms and chest looked strong and he had a smile on his face like he didn’t care about anything or anyone. Let the world be his, seemed to be his motto. We were lined...Read On
The New Year starts with a bang!
January 1st 2017 Dear Diary, Well, I did it again. New Year’s resolution nailed within half an hour of the clock striking twelve. And why not, eh? Why set targets that take all year when you can get immediate results? It’s Saskia’s fault. This year, last year and the year before. All her. She’s a bad influence. She arranged things in advance this time - practically sold tickets. Brazen...Read On
A beautiful blonde girl who works at a gloryhole meets a gorgeous colleague who has a secret.
It was only a couple of inches flaccid. When it became turgid - it expanded to a good eight incher. It tasted earthier than most cocks I’d tasted in the past. I ran my lips from the head of the cock, down its thick shaft, to where it joined its potent testicles. I nibbled at the ballsac for a minute, savoring the experience, like a gourmet cocksucker. He looked like Samuel L Jackson and...Read On
A night with Kat means a morning after.
Matt opens his eyes wearily, finding he’s alone in bed, the memory of his neighbor, and the previous night, still just a blur in his foggy mind. He lies there warm, and still a bit weary, before stretching his arms above his head, the sore muscles of his right arm and shoulder jar him fully awake, and the memory of last night floods into his mind. He raises his head from the pillow, reaching...Read On
A not-so-penitent visits the confessional
It was the Saturday before Christmas. As the new guy in the parish, it became my duty to man the confessional, so here I was, sitting alone in the semi-dark when I heard the door click and the swish of a dress to my left. Then… nothing. “Can I help you?” I asked. “Father Tim?” came the tentative reply. “Father Tim has been transferred. I’m Father Edward.” “Do you know where he went?”...Read On
Selling jewelry is an act of seduction
It had been a month since the Christmas decorations got deposited in the windows and barfed all over the store. Every day, I was surrounded by a riot of tinsel, and decorations in white and that trademarked robin’s egg blue. Tiffany’s was smart. Their Christmas displays were conceived in Hanukkah colors, and designed to nurture the worship of that distinctive blue box. It was just...Read On
It doesn’t matter who’s wearing it -- a diamond ring gets the best kind of results
No matter how many times you walk through the doors, Tiffany’s never fails to impress. Happiness and prosperity, neatly wrapped up in little blue boxes and white bows. A saleswoman at a counter near the door sized me up and smiled. She could probably calculate my disposable income to within a few thousand dollars. I walked past her to the elevators in the back, fighting my way past the...Read On
Gagging on Santa's big…
My purple paper party hat slips down over my eyes, blinding me. The bed frame squeaks and searing heat fills my bum. John is having his annual go at my ass. It's kind of enjoyable, in a giving-for-Christmas kind of way. It’s my yearly gift to my husband. We're drunk, very drunk, after John's Christmas work’s party. As John's mind triggers his body to make the most of his treat, he...Read On
Edward read Emily's text during a hold-up in the late afternoon London traffic, but he didn't reply. He'd wait until he arrived at the airport hotel. And he wanted to decide if he should mention Paul Henderson's wife. He could have jumped Lisa Henderson - he should have tumbled her right there across the Henderson kitchen table like she wanted him to. But he didn't. He could hear Emily say...Read On
"The gates of Heaven are fearful gates, worse than the gates of Hell..." --Chesterton
A woman on this site has written about me several times, not using my real name, but making much of the light side of an older guy’s many adventures in “getting off.” For example, at the Aloha Spa, in Manhattan, where, I insist to you, the most adorable, chubby boobed, velvet-nippled, angelically smiling twenty-something Korean girl splashed me with buckets of warm water, knelt and...Read On