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To close the party, Father and I danced to the traditional muliet ceremonial song. After the last note, the guests cheered and started to make their exits. "Lura, are you ready?" father asked. "I guess so," I answered. It’s hard to know if you’re ready if you don’t know what to be ready for. "Okay, let’s go to your new room." He holds my hand as we stroll back to the house. Things are always so much nicer with Father. He is kind and patient, the honey to my mother’s vinegar. He leads me up to the their floor and into my new bedroom. It’s beautiful! There’s a big, four post bed, two nightstands, AND it’s painted lavender. He sits down on the bed and pats the spot next to him "come have a seat." I sit down and he grabs my hand. "Lura, as you know, for the next three years your mother is going to teach you how to run a household and be a mother." I nod. "Well I am going to be teaching you how to be a wife and lover." I tilt my head and look at him inquisitively. "Husbands and wives participate in something called fornication. They do it to express their love, and when the time is right, to create children." I feel a tingling between my legs, but I’m not sure why. "I’ll begin now. Make sure to tell me if anything doesn’t feel good." I nod. Father begins unzipping my dress. "Stand up, sweetheart" he instructs. The dress begins to fall off my body. As it drops to the ground nude indian girls pic he looks at me in the mirror. "Someday you will make a man very happy." He unclasps my bra and removes it gently from my shoulders. Standing behind me, he kisses my neck and runs his hands down my waist. "Why don’t you lay down on the bed?" I sit down and lay back, my legs hanging off the side." Father kneels between my legs and removes my shoes. He drags his fingers gently form my feet all the way up to where my stockings are attached to my belt and unclips them. Slowly, he removes each stocking from my legs. My body feels different—more alert and sensitive, swollen even. Father presses two fingers between my legs. "Good, you’re lubricated—very lubricated" he says "that will make tonight easy." He unclips my belt and tosses it to the floor. Reaching up from the side of the bed, Father gently takes each of my nipples between two fingers. A little moan escapes my lips. He squeezes them gently and I feel my legs involuntarily spread just a little. Then he runs each of his ten fingers down the length of my torso. I squirm. It doesn’t tickle, but it makes me feel… something. For quite sometime, Father gently runs his hands all around my womanhood, but doesn’t touch it. He caresses my inner thighs, my lower belly, but not my special spot. I don’t know why, but I really want him to. Finally, with just the tip of his pointer finger, he taps the very top of it. I gasp. "Father please do that again!" "Sure sweetheart" he coos, "I think you’re ready. Oh and in here, you should call me Daddy." "Okay Daddy." He takes to fingers and rubs the special spot in slow, gentle circles. I never want it to end. Nothing could feel better than this. Then, I feel something different. Something wet. I look down and Daddy is licking me! My legs spread even wider as I try to push myself into him. Sometimes he uses big, long licks and sometimes tiny, quick licks. I feel something building up inside me. I’m scared of it. It’s like a balloon. What will happen if it pops? "Daddy, something’s happening," I gasp. "It’s too much!" He removes his mouth from my womanhood and says "no that’s good, sweetheart. Just relax." I lay my head back down and he returns his lips to me. Feeling more relaxed after Daddy’s reassurance; I let myself melt into the feeling. I grind my hips into Daddy’s face. I feel the urge to touch myself and gently pinch my nipples—just like Daddy did. "It’s happening Daddy!" I say as I feel my body reaching a tipping point. Suddenly, I feel daddy in a new spot. It’s his finger and he’s sliding it INSIDE me! I let out a loud cry. I can’t help it. Suddenly an intense pulsating starts between my legs and reverberates through my whole body. I start twitching and tensing up. I feel myself tighten and then loosen around Daddy’s finger over and over. This lasts for what seems like forever. After the feeling finally subsides, I ask Daddy what happened. "That was an orgasm, sweetheart." "I really liked it." "Good, that will happen every time we practice. And eventually, I will teach you how to make that happen to me." Feeling tired, I crawl into the covers. "Daddy, will you sleep with me?" He looks hesitant "I’m not really supposed to, honey." His eyes scan my face and then my breasts. "I suppose just this one night." He gets under the covers with me and I snuggle into him. I feel something very big and hard press into my behind. "Daddy what is that?" "I’ll show you another night. Go to sleep now, it’s been a long day

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Sydney prides itself on its party spectaculars, and this was not something I'd likely encounter for free and completely coincidentally again, especially since the fleet review moves around each time! Plus the weekend weather promised to be so much nicer in Sydney than back home in Melbourne… I posted requests (offers?) in both /r/RandomActsOfBlowjob and /r/RandomActsOfMuffDive (which I'd just opened that day – coincidence!? ;p). Despite some tantalising offers from RAOB, the most promising prospect came as an RAOM offer! so I was really excited – my first ever random experience where I'd be receiving! Squee!! We spent some time in the lead-up to Saturday talking about logistics, fantasies... and jewellery! I was most intrigued by the concept of going down on a pierced cock – I've never done that before, and I love having random experiences where I get to try something new! 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Bob went down to meet him, while I "slipped into something more comfortable", taking in the great view of all of the ships on the harbour, and the million or so people streaming in to see them. Sydney is an awesome city to look down on – just as long as you're not trying to get around. XP We'd agreed that he would bring a bottle of Champagne to help celebrate what we presumed would be the first successful RAOM, so he arrived with a box in hand, and we did the usual greeting small talk, complete with discussing the road closures and how hard it was to get around in Sydney whenever there's anything on – some things never change. It felt strangely formal shaking hands, knowing what everyone was expecting to happen, and especially given my European habit masha mpl of kissing both cheeks, even of strangers you just met. It gave me a little flashback to resort conference sales presentations and signing contracts in hotel rooms... 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As long as I kept my mouth in the one position I could avoid the clanking of metal on my teeth, but not being able to lose myself and be carefree wasn't particularly satisfying – so he got rid of that quickly, and I got back to the job at hand. Pierced cocks are better for sex – not so much the oral variety – because they're mainly for the woman's pleasure, and this is not how I was planning to be pleasured, so I was happy to have pure penis in my mouth! I did really enjoy the sensation of the hole the piercing left; I'm not sure if he enjoyed how much I ended up playing over it with my tongue! But I don't recall him complaining... V's mantra of shoot first, delete later was apparent as he took a sequence of shots, each one with less and less cock visible. Seemingly satisfied, he handed the camera to Al for some shots from his point of view. Then immediately picked up another camera (or maybe my phone) and started photographing that! 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I could see she was a little tipsy but she was smiling and had a look I hadn't seen on her in a long time. I kissed her and asked if she was having fun. She asked me the same and we spoke about the house and the evening. Then I smiled and mentioned, as casually as I could, that I'd seen her talking with a guy. I wanted her to know I wasn't accusing her or upset in any way. I asked who he was. He'd gone to her school and been in the year ahead of her. All the sexy girls bodies had liked him. Had she? Of course, she said. I laughed and said I could see why, he was attractive. Was she enjoying flirting with him? I could she was being slightly cautious but she isn't someone to lie and admitted that yes, it was fun. I was trying to stay calm but I couldn't say if it was working. He probably wants to do more than flirt, I said. She laughed quietly and replied, he probably does. Would mplstudios anya you like to? I'm not what I would call the best at reading signals but when she blushed I could tell the thought had crossed her mind. She told me later she'd felt scared about answering that honestly which is why she'd said no, that it was just a bit of fun. But I couldn't let the chance pass by so easily. Because if you wanted to, I said, I wouldn't mind. I felt like she was trying to decide if I was being serious. Or maybe she was trying to decide what she was feeling. I spoke again before she did. I really wouldn't mind. In fact, I think it would be fucking hot. Would she really not like to? She didn't know, she said. Maybe. She seemed to be measuring her words. I realised that I wasn't going to get an out and out admission. She confessed afterwards that she hadn't known what she thought when I asked. I made a final attempt to express what I felt. I meant it. If she wanted to she could. I was going to stay in the garden and she should have fun. I told her to message me when she wanted to leave then kissed her, smiled and told her I loved her. Then I leaned in and said softly into her ear, but if anything happens, just no sex, that's the only limit tonight. Honestly, I'm not sure why I said it. Perhaps I was trying to guard against unexpected feelings afterwards. I tried to stay away. I really did. But I couldn't stand not knowing what was going on. There was a large group of people milling around outside the doors to the living room and I found a position where I could stand and just about make out the two of them inside. I wasn't participating in the conversation and I'm sure some of them wondered who I was and what I was doing there but by now everyone else at the party was irrelevant to me. Like extras in a two man show. Time was positively crawling by. I could see they'd resumed their close talk. His touching was now quite frequent and she was clearly enjoying the attention. After leaning in to whisper something to her for the hundredth time, I saw her nod slightly and say something and then he began to walk away with her following. My heart almost jumped out of my chest and I quickly moved to see where they were going. As I watched her walk up the stairs behind him, my adrenaline levels spiked and I had to readjust my jeans to accommodate the hardest erection I'd ever had. They were gone around forty minutes. I know this because I was looking at my phone every two seconds to check. When my phone buzzed, I could barely read the screen I was so excited. She told me she was ready to go and would meet me by the car. I had to stop myself from running around to the driveway. I didn't say goodbye to anyone. When I saw her exit through the front door I had no idea what I was going to say. I wanted to know more than anything but I didn't want to be blunt. I can only describe how she looked as slightly sheepish. From the light through the windows I could see her hair was slightly out of place. Something had to have happened but I still couldn'y quite bring myself to hope. We both said hi and then I kissed her hard, pulling her into me. It didn't register immediately. Then there was a spark of recognition that told me what it was. What I could barely taste on her tongue. The words came out before I could think about them. You sucked him off. Her eyes darted away from me and her face was instantly redder even in the night light. I grabbed her again and kissed her, pushing her against the car. If you imagine what insatiable is really like, that was me at that moment. And she was kissing me back too. Somehow I stopped myself from doing more right there. We got in the car and drove in silence. When we got back home, I was relieved that nobody was awake to talk to us. I practically dragged her to the bedroom and we fucked hard and fast. Very fast. I was way too worked up to last but the intensity was ridiculous. Afterwards we lay there for some time before I asked her to tell me about it. Slowly, I drew out the details, stopping her from rushing to finish the story, stroking her face and arm and body as she almost whispered how her evening had unfolded. We were together again before falling asleep and again the next morning. It felt like it had at the beginning, like we couldn't keep our hands off each other. And all we could do was grin stupidly at each other as her mother talked about some local news over breakfast. According to my girlfriend, when he'd asked her to go somewhere quieter, she'd agreed while still not being sure she could do anything. When they'd found a room, apparently belonging to a teenage sibling of the host, it had felt like fate. Like reliving school years. He was kissing her almost immediately and it felt incredible yet strange after so long with one person. They ended up on the bed and soon enough she'd been moaning as his hand slipped under her summer dress and inside her panties. She'd let him take off her underwear and begin to unzip his shorts before she'd had the presence of mind to stop him. Yes, she'd wanted to fuck him but she had remembered what I'd said. But she couldn't stop there. She admitted, in way I've never heard her speak before, that she wanted to see his cock. That she wanted to touch it. So she'd slipped out from under him and laid him down. Then, trying to be as seductive as mpl studio studios talia possible she'd eased down his shorts to find a pleasantly large dick. Not monstrous but big. She'd let him guide it past her lips and spent the next however long licking, sucking and stroking him until he came in her mouth with his hands in her hair, groaning and swearing. Knowing her as I do, I'm willing to bet she giggled afterwards. Once he'd regained his breath, they straightened themselves out, she slid her panties back on, and they said their goodbyes. All very friendly and grown up, no seeking more. She said she felt a sudden sense of unease about what it meant for us but as soon as we'd kissed by the car, she was ok. Excited and aroused and a little confused but ok. Nothing like this has happened since and neither of us is desperate to artificially create it again. It happened spontaneously and most beautiful nude girls it was a crazy experience. It's something we talk about in bed a lot and even tease each other about. If it never happens again, I could live with that but we'll always have that ni

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This story is 100% true. My ex-wife and I were swingers for nearly our entire marriage. At one point We were living with another couple and were basically polyamourous for a year or mpl studios pics so. We all were bisexual so it made for some interesting couplings. This how we met that couple. We had answered a couple's ad on Craigslist under mw4mw seeking a couple with a bi female. The woman was super hot and a BBW(my female weakness) small breasted models and my wife (Linda) and I (John)contacted them. The ad didn't lidija mpl mention anything about then male being bisexual so anya mplstudios I assumed he was straight. When we met for drinks at the hotel bar, the guy and I immediately recognized that we were in the same platoon. But they were hot and we were horny so we continued to chat. His wife (Rosanna) and Linda were giggling and sipping their drinks and he (Tom) and I were reminiscing about some of our swinging experiences. I conveniently left out my bisexual parts as bi/gay dudes in the Marine Corps aren't exactly openly accepted. The evening went well so we went to the room. It started off simply enough. Drinks were being drank and we were establishing the rules for the evening. All the talk about our likes set a very sexual vibe to our evening. Wives were being flirty and Tom and I were getting hard. Linda started rubbing my cocks through my slacks and I loosened my wife's top and let her breasts free. Rosanna and Tom were making out started getting half naked. Linda got sight of this and went over and started kissing her ass and squeezing her ass and belly. Tom got naked and I was fast behind. I finished undressing my wife and the girls were on top of each other fast. Tom and I were standing there hard as rocks rubbing our shafts, and I was apparently staring at his fat uncut cock. I must have been staring because Tom asked me I had ever and I told him I hadn't. He chuckled and started to show off, rubbing it slow and deep. The foreskin was sliding over his nice shining head and my cock got harder and harder the more I watched. I took this as a subtle invitation to go in. I quickly bent over and started to suck the head of his cock. He moaned in pleasure and grabbed the back of my head. My tongue swirled over head slipping the tip of my tongue between the foreskin. I sucked nice and slow for him for what seemed like 30 seconds before I hear Rosanna exclaim "wow!" and laugh. Linda just chucked and said I was good for that. The ladies came over and watched the show while rubbing each other all over. Rosanna told us that he had fucked around with a couple of guys in school but hadn't been with a guy for years. Tom said he had a couple of opportunities before Rosanna and he got marries, but the guys always flaked or were shady and he didn't want to risk it. After I had taken a break we all stripped off any remaining clothes and went to the jaccuzi. The jaccuzi was nice and we all took laps around fingering, and stroking, and making out with one another. We laughed and joked and lidija mpl traded sex stories and preferences. Turns out Tom has occasional hemmiroids (tmi) and sometimes he enjoys penetration but most of the time it hurts. I said it was more than fine, because I love to bottom. We agreeded that condoms weren't needed because of the frequency of STI testing and our mutual rule of safety always (hypocrites). We started to make out again and grope and play again so we got out. We laid on the bed and Linda and I started to 69. She sucked my cock for a few then pulled my ass in the air and rimmed me while sitting on my face. I laid there eating Linda's fat pussy and ass while receiving a extremely wet rim job when I felt something start the work inside my ass. Not know who it what it was made my cock nearly erupt right there but I managed to hold off and enjoy it some more. Linda dismounted my face and I saw it was Rosanna who had been fingering my ass while Tom fucked her from behind. They fucked for a few more seconds before they stopped. Linda walked over to Rosanna and led her to the bed. They stared to make out and ginger one another and Tom got closer to me and asked if he could fuck me. One of the girls must have over heard and lube was tossed to us before I had the chance to say yes. He spread lube on my ass and slowly guided himswlf into me. He was gentle and slow, easing in only fast as I could handle. Before long I was nice and loose and he was going like a champ. The girls had paired off right above my head and I was fingering an ass and pussy while I got impaled by his dick. He was moaning and fucking so fast that he quickly came on my cock, balls and stomach and needed a break. My wife grabbed a strap on and lined up behind me. She knew what I liked and soon I let loose with the help of the other Tom and Rosanna's mouths. We fucked a few more times before the night ended in a pile of bodies in bed. We woke up and had a morning quickie and parted. We met up 13-14 more times before we offered to have them move in with us. This started my first and last (so far) poly relationship with a bi couple. I'll update with some other memorable sex stories as I get time, but that was the first of many experience I have been lucky enough to enjo