6 Very Short Sexual Stories

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The following are six very short fictional stories of either sexual firsts or unusual sexual events. The stories do not look into the characters or their feelings in any depth. These were written some time ago and may have been the theme of longer stories published since.

Story 1

We had talked about watersports within our sex lives but not ever done anything much about it. I decided that I would encourage Jane to have a full bladder before we made love that day. She didn’t mind the idea and we did not make detailed plans but agreed we would hold off making love until Jane in particular, but also I, had a full bladder. At about eleven in the morning Jane said she was filling up well and she was feeling randier than usual. I said I needed another coffee and made each of us a large mugful. Jane was hesitant to drink it as she said she was becoming uncomfortable but was soon persuaded.

We lay down on the bed gently playing with each other. I have never had problems with erections but I was instantly harder than I could remember. Jane’s clit was not only erect but was clear of its tight hood before I even touched her. I spread the wetness between her legs over her clit and played with it as if it was a small penis. Jane was enjoying herself as much as I was but started to complain that the pressure to pee was getting too much.

I agreed that we needed to move somewhere where if either of our bladders gave up we would be ok. The shower seemed the obvious choice and we were soon standing in it hugging each other. My very hard prick was hard up against her pussy, clit and lower stomach. We were soon making fucking movements that not only rubbed my prick against her clit but put pressure on both our bursting bladders.

The combination of pain and stimulation was agonizing but somehow very erotic. We agreed we would keep it going as long as we could before our bladders failed us. This was every bit as good as conventional fucking and neither of us wanted it to end. We agreed we were not sure whether we would orgasm or pee first. After a few blissful minutes Jane said she could not hold off any longer and that she had to pee. I told her just to carry on as we were, but let herself go and I would do the same.

To both of our amazements neither of us were able to relax enough to pee. We reduced the pressure between us so we were only just in contact and tried again. We were now trying to push the pee out, as we were getting desperate. Suddenly Jane gasped and I felt my prick and balls bathed in hot pee. Her gasp was one of relief but it changed as she implored me to fuck her. She had only just started to pee but I bent my knees and my prick found its target first time.

As I sunk straight into her soaked pussy the stream reduced and dried up completely. Her eyes were on fire as she gripped me hard and fucked me with an urgency I have never seen in her. She was screaming at me to fuck her but all I could do was ensure her violent movements did not dislodge me. I am ashamed to say I wasn’t certain whether she was in pain or having the best orgasm ever. As she carried on grinding against me I assumed the latter.

I was past caring as my orgasm hit me with blinding force. We soon lost our fight to stay coupled and ended up sitting on the shower floor. I pissed through an erection and she was still shuddering as she peed through my playful fingers. Within a minute she was standing bent at the waist as my soap covered prick entered her bottom and we exploded in mutual orgasm moments later.

Story 2

I never spanked our daughter, Karen, as she grew up. She was a good girl generally and we did not believe in using physical violence as a method of punishment. This made the events described below even more surprising.

She had been very late back the previous evening and the three of us discussed what punishment would be suitable. Grounding was the obvious option but Karen said she would rather get it over and done with and suggested a spanking. My wife, Joan, and I were concerned that at nearly nineteen she was getting a little old for spanking. Her figure had filled out over the two previous years and she still retained puppy fat around her tummy and her full bottom. Joan and I decided to agree to the spanking after dinner that evening.

After dinner we told Karen to get ready for bed and return to the living room. When she returned she kept her head bowed as she went over my knees. I barely needed to lift the hem of her nighty to reveal her pink panties. Her bottom was quite large with the puppy fat and the muscular development from her athletics. I was surprised at how firm it felt as I landed the first spank. She let out a little gasp but settled back ready for the second. I gave her six over the next couple of minutes.

Her gasps became louder and she took longer each time to settle into position. I decided to re-enforce the reason for her punishment and spend a few minutes doing so. escort yakacık My hand was resting on her bottom during this time and it felt hot and I wondered whether it was wet with perspiration. Her bottom was moving almost imperceptibly against my hand, causing it to slip slightly down between her legs. It was just as I prepared to resume the spanking when it registered that the air was full of the scent of sexual arousal. Checking Joan I quickly had to admit to myself that Karen was aroused.

This threw me completely and I wasn’t sure I could carry on. Joan indicated that I should get on with it, so I complied. The next six were harder but she was pushing her bottom up to meet my hand. As I swung down for the sixth she lifted much more and my hand landed much lower making contact with both her bottom and the start of her pussy. Her gasp this time was quite different and came out more like an aroused moan.

Her bottom was now a deep red and felt really hot to the touch. The scent in the air was now really sweet and pungent. I didn’t want to stop but I realized I was not totally in control of what was happening. I was not sure whether Joan was aware of Karen’s arousal but felt that the aroma made it very obvious. I told them both that I would administer two dozen more spanks and that there would be no more pauses.

As these progressed Karen became louder in her moaning and she was moving around more and more. The spanks were landing in more and more random areas including a now clearly wet pussy. For some reason this sparked me to increase the force of the spanks. I was now matching the spanking with the thrusting upwards of her bottom, which was speeding up. Everything changed when Karen starting imploring me to hit her harder and sped up her thrusting.

I looked nervously at Joan who indicated that I should do it. Things developed quickly and Karen was in the throes of a violent orgasm within the next few spanks. She yelled at me not to stop and to hit her even harder. I am afraid to admit that I got carried away and ensured I hit her where and how she wanted me to. The orgasm seemed to only grow stronger over the next dozen or so spanks. Her language was demanding, excited and very blue.

In the end all the tension left her body and she wrapped herself around my legs sobbing and apologizing. When I pushed her off my lap she ran straight to her room. Joan was on her knees in front of me before Karen had left and my prick was in her mouth within seconds. I lasted only seconds before painting the back of her throat with a force I was not aware I still possessed. She insisted that I spank her as soon as our daughter was asleep and the lovemaking was simply the best.

Right now, eight years on, my daughter and her fiancé are sitting opposite me She has just asked me to put her over my knee so that he can learn what she craves for so badly.

Story 3

I sat on a high stool at the end of the bar, just before closing time, only being able to see some of the room and the area behind the bar. It was my local bar but returning from university it was the first time I had been old enough to drink in it. It was not crowded with most of the drinkers sitting at tables. There was one striking lady around 30 years old drinking at the other end of the bar. We made eye contact a couple of times and there was something intense in her eyes.

When ours eyes met for the third time she stood up and walked towards me. She held my gaze until she stood uncomfortably close to me. She was so close that I could not close my legs without making contact with hers.

She repositioned herself so that I could not see past her into the room, only to my right across the bar. What she did next shocked me. Her hand went up under my short dress until it was on my bare stomach. She turned her hand so that her fingers were down and after adjusting her middle finger it was just below my clit. I realized that I was holding my breath unable to release it. My eyes felt like they would pop out and my heart was pounding.

“You have a choice you either keep very quiet or you make a fuss. If you make a fuss everyone will know what I am doing to you. I am going to bring you to an orgasm either way.”

My breath exploded out of me and I quietly said.

“You cannot do this, particularly here. It would be a rape.”

“It would be rape if you said you did not want me to carry on but I don’t think you have yet and I don’t think you are about to. Look at me and tell me it doesn’t feel sexy or that you want me to stop. I am sure you will orgasm in under two minutes.”

“I will not cum for you. You cannot make me cum here in front of everyone.”

“Trust me you will cum when I tell you to. I could make you wait. That would be fun but I have decided that you will cum quickly and very hard.”

It was only then that I realized I was arguing whether she could bring me not whether I wanted her to stop. She had managed bayan escort istanbul to curl two fingers just inside me. Her palm was applying pressure to my clit and also my overfull bladder. Why had I not gone to the toilet sooner?

“There I knew you would just sit quietly and cum like a train. Sit forward so that I can reach you better and it will save the stool getting too wet. Please enjoy the next 60 seconds as you will cum when I tell you to soon after.”

I did as she said hearing her fingers squelching as they sunk deeper inside me. I couldn’t say anything even if I wished to.

“Your minute is up you will orgasm when my counting gets to ten. One, two three …….”

By five I thought there was no chance I would hear ten through my orgasm. Ten was the last thing I heard for what seemed like minutes. Every time I thought I had finished more waves hit me.

“Such a good girl, you look beautiful as you orgasm. What do you say?”

“Thank you.”

It was the barmaid who I next heard.

“I always find orgasms make me thirsty. Do you need a nice long drink? That looked awesome? Janey’s orgasms are always the best.”

My face was quickly beetroot coloured. The barmaid was a friendly looking 40ish looking woman with a good figure. I ordered a pint of lager, as she was right that the orgasm had made me very thirsty.

“I don’t know how she does it you are the second this week and the third this month. I am always delighted as I can not only watch but that security camera up there records in excellent quality. Would you like to see yourself starring my dear?”

“Oh no please get rid of it, swipe it or whatever. No one must ever see that.”

“I might just be persuaded to keep it only for my husband’s eyes if you do me a little favour. He would be so eager to please me if he sees the recording before fucking me.”

“No please just destroy it I will do almost anything if you do. What do I need to do to persuade you?”

“My husband gets to see it whatever happens but if you pay your respects to me in the correct way he and I will be the only ones. You will come round here kneel down and lick my ass for as long as I want. You will be hidden from view by the bar and my long skirt. If you stop for any reason the tape goes viral. Do you understand?”

I was confused but realized that I had no choice. The kneeling was uncomfortable but my mouth was at the perfect height for me to lick her pussy or anus depending on which way she was facing and whether she was leaning forward. When her skirt was pulled down I was in the semi dark. The smell of her pussy and bottom was strong and I could not make myself lick her ass until she reached round and pulled me to her. She was already very wet which explained the strong smell and her anus was very relaxed and open.

She was able to move enough to serve certain drinks and I was aware that her husband was serving the others. Twice she turned round and I was presented with her pussy and clit. Even from where I was I could tell she was becoming very excited and I reasoned that if I could get her to orgasm my torment would be over. The most upsetting thing was that my own pussy was now getting very excited too.

I barely noticed the noise lessening but I got a shock when my dress was lifted at the back. My panties were pulled aside and I was entered in one swift movement. I guess the prick was not large as it slipped in comfortably before starting to fuck me. My body was sent into panic mode. I was scared, excited and degraded all at once. The combination had the unexpected result of setting me on a very short journey to the strangest orgasm I had ever experienced. No build up just a five second warning and an explosion that started in my brain. I knew to try and keep licking throughout my orgasm and my reward was that the pussy above me suddenly started spraying all over my face.

The embarrassment afterwards was extreme but the couple acted as if nothing odd had happened. I almost ran out of the empty pub only looking back long enough to see the barmaid down on her knees sucking the very decent size cock of her husband.

Story4

My story is of a strange way to orgasm. I was just eighteen and had reaching orgasm on a number of occasions. I was at school in a gym session and had to climb a rope up to the ceiling and then return to the floor. It took considerable effort for me to haul myself to the top. I had the thick rope between my legs, which were then wrapped around it. I had to pause at the top to recover my energy. I was very aware of sliding down too quickly and burning my hands.

As I rested I had to grip the rope harder and harder as I didn’t want to slip out of control. In this position most of my weight seemed to be resting on the area between my legs and specifically my clit. The more I clenched my legs the more aroused my pussy became. The tension in my stomach seemed to be adding to the feeling of sexual arousal.

I escort bağdat caddesi began to panic slightly as the pressure built along with the arousal. There seemed nothing safe to do that didn’t increase my helpless excitement. I decided that I needed to somehow get relaxed enough to drop a foot or two. This did not help as it just created friction between the rope and my clit that was only covered by regulation gym knickers.

I was trapped, if I slide further down the friction was in danger of causing me to orgasm, if I stayed still I was struggling to retain the strength that it required. The teacher was by now beginning to encourage me to hurry up. This only added to my confused and scared state of mind. I called down that I was struggling and unable to move. I became the center of attention, which only made things worse.

I knew now I had no choice but to slide slowly down under as much control as I could manage. I also knew my body well enough to realize that an orgasm was now inevitable. It became unstoppable when I was only a couple of feet off the ground. The teacher and my friends stood around bemused as I found myself unable to let go of the rope as deep convulsion tore through my body. I was practically humping the rope as I slide down the last little bit and rested my super-sensitive clit on the ball shaped end of the rope. When the orgasm eventually subsided enough I simply let go of everything and landed on the mat below.

I think most of my audience knew exactly what had happened but my best friend stepped forward to help me up. There were embarrassed giggles behind hands and even some comments that seemed to be condemning. I have never been able to look at a gym rope without getting slightly excited remembering a very unusual and powerful orgasm.

Story 5

June comes to me once every month. Her husband is aware that she does. He knows that I discipline her but I don’t know whether she tells him everything. June is around 30 years old with a figure that is full without being fat. She is confident with a bubbly personality. She says her monthly visit keeps her sane and able to face all the troubles in her world. The visits do not vary much and this is the story of the latest one.

June greeted me with a big smile and a friendly hug. As I showed her into my studio her mood changed to subservient and quiet. She quickly stripped completely with no ceremony or reference to me. She draped herself across the horse, which I had set at the correct height.

“Do you wish to be secured today?”

“Yes please sir.”

I secured her wrists and ankles to the horse with the knowledge that this signals that she wishes the session to be more severe than sometimes. The position left her legs wide apart and as usual her pussy was already wet and swollen. As always I lubricated a medium sized butt plug and took my time lubricating all around her anus before inserting it. I then sat down in a comfortable chair with a good view of her beautiful bottom. Her requests to strap and spank her got more desperate over the next ten minutes. The embarrassment of pleading and the anticipation soon has her pussy positively leaking.

I start by spreading the natural lubrication across the area I am going to spank. The visit to her clit is very brief but confirms her excited state. The spanking is firm to hard without being brutal. The noises escaping her lips are music to my ears. There is no set number it is left to me to judge when to stop. When I do I play briefly with her pussy again with the excuse of spreading more lubrication. She says she is desperate to be fucked but we both know that that is not going to happen.

The strapping adds stripes to the already evenly red area of her bottom. She pleads with me to stop after ever stroke but I carry on hitting the tender area harder and harder. Again I have learned just the right time to stop. I release her ankles and wrists but she stays where she is until I am seated back in my chair.

I tell her she can come to me and she walks slowly over looking at me through her tear filled eyes. She kneels slightly to my left and moves forward so that she straddles my leg just above the knee and below my shorts. I immediately feel her wetness against my leg. Looking me straight in the eye she starts to gently rub her pussy against me. Her hands are on my shoulder, her eyes glued to mine as she fucks my leg with a gentle desperation.

I insist that she keeps her eyes open and looking at me with the punishment of withdrawing my knee if she fails. She is clearly riding the very edge of an orgasm and the look on her face is beautiful and arousing as she approaches her orgasm. She fucks my leg on and on until after nearly 15 minutes her whole body goes rigid and her hips grind heavily and very quickly for 10 to fifteen seconds during which she time she screams and shouts.

The session is over and she gets dressed quickly and pecking me on the cheek thanks me and agrees the date of her next visit. The session is all about her but the look on her face before and during her orgasm stays with me far longer than the erection it has given me. She has told me that the fucking her husband gives her after her sessions is the best they have as she fantasizes about the earlier spanking.

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