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She stared fiercely back at him, long fingers clenched at her sides, giving him her most defiant stare. The tears continued to slide down her face, but she didn't dash them away. The Doctor's cold inhuman resolve suddenly broke, his face crumpling. I'm sorry I ever took you with me. Amelia Pond, fairytale Amelia Pond with the crack of time and space in her wall… I couldn't resist showing you what I have seen.

The Doctor came towards her then, and Amy stepped back, afraid that her defiance had gone too far and he was to punish her. Her back grazed the wall, and the floor she stood on was wet with tea- she could not move any further. Slowly, the Doctor reached out, but instead of harming her, gently held a strand of her hair.

The dark red wound around his fingers, and his companion watched him, still frightened.

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Amy Pond, the one that usually orchestrated when the kissing was to be, allowed herself to be guided, rather than being the guide. At first his mouth was soft and gentle, but soon became harder, his lips firm and fresh against hers. His hands were now buried in her red hair, gripping her head in place. In ecstasy, Amy opened her mouth and the Doctor slipped in his tongue, the flesh sweet as it touched and danced against her own. Without pausing, he struggled to remove his tweed jacket, and pushed up his sleeves, revealing toned forearms.

Finally he broke away, eyes even brighter than usual. His thumbs rubbed at her nipples, already marble-hard, and he pulled at her bra straps, sliding both bra and top down to her waist. Gently, the Doctor led her down the floor, and he lay on top of her, kissing her mouth, then neck and down to her chest, where he bit her first lightly then harder, making her moan in elation. His penis pressed against her, hard underneath the clothing, assuring Amy of it's size. Scrabbling desperately in a haze of pleasure, she pulled off his braces, and unbuttoned his shirt slowly to savour the experience.

The Doctor pushed against her, torso warm, her breasts flattened against his chest, his eyes never leaving hers, charming, enigmatic smile always on his face. One of his hands still stroking her swollen nipple, the other wondered down further, unbuttoning her denim skirt. Amy arched her back, ready for what was to come. Painfully slowly, his touch feathered down her long thigh, and back up again harder, fingers slipping into her so quickly she barely felt it. She gave a low moan of longing, willing him to do it again, but never stop.

Again, she felt him stroke and massage her thighs, slowly inching upwards, only to taunt her by lowering for a second time. When she finally thought she could take no more, the touch was inside of her properly, making her wet as he alternatively teased and released her, finally rubbing the warm ball of flesh down hard; she gasped and writhed, thrashing with liberated joy and pleasure-orientated cries.

Without pausing even to think, she began to fumble with the button of his trousers, pulling his cock free from it's confines. The smooth skin blushed and throbbed as his erection became even harder, her nails scraping the shaft lightly, making him audibly shiver. She twisted downwards, and allowed her tongue to lightly touch the tip, then encircle, finally sliding it into her mouth and out again. The Doctor gave an animalistic groan, his eyes now closed and grin gone as he tried to keep it together.

She pulled away, and it came to her; exactly what she had wanted. The feeling she couldn't put her finger on. I want your power, your inhumanity, your lifestyle, your thoughts, your mind. Doctor, I don't just want to have you. I… I want to be you. The Doctor stared at her. The steady rhythm began to get faster, Amy with one hand in the Doctor's hair, the other gripping his back, as he leant down to suck at her chest whilst keeping the movement.

His face was screwed up as he struggled not to come, trying to make everything last longer…. The noises of their orgasm seemed amplified in the TARDIS, their pleasured breaths echoing back to them, as if in agreement. Exhausted, the Doctor rolled off, and pulled Amy close to his naked body, his sweat showering onto her so she could taste salt. There was a long, yet comfortable silence as both parties basked in their post-coital glow. Both bodies were entwined with the other, no longer lustfully, but unwilling to break the connection.

I thought that having you was the closest I'd get, but now I realise they're different. I want you, and I want to be you. The Doctor pulled her in close to him again, and stroked her hair. But it's all the little things that can make living slightly brighter. You've certainly brightened my life, Amy Pond. Just In All Stories: Story Story Writer Forum Community. TV Shows Doctor Who. An idea done many times before. I'm not usually a traditionalist, but this pairing is far too sweet to ignore. My first smut fic, but with depth and an actual storyline. Can the Doctor give her everything she desires?

A surprising little voice in my head, probably fuelled by all those free cocktails, pointed out that I was actually a little jealous. But the strangest thing was that I wasn't entirely sure which one of them I was more jealous of. It was very late by the time we left to go back up to our suite, but I didn't feel tired at all. River and the Doctor were getting pretty handsy with each other, so I said goodnight and went to my room.

The wardrobe gave me a gorgeous red silk nightie to sleep in, but as I lay down under soft bed sheets I just couldn't fall asleep. All I could think about was the Doctor and River. I didn't fancy the Doctor in the slightest. He was my friend and I cared about him a lot, but that was the end of it.

It was only when River Song was brought into the equation that my feelings really changed. There could be no denying that River wasn't just beautiful, but incredibly sexy. Everything about her — from her looks, to her voice, to her personality — was just insanely alluring. I honestly hadn't felt this way about another woman since that phase I went through with Nina back at school. River only had to look at me and it was like I'd forget how to breathe, and seeing her with the Doctor seemed to change him.

It was kind of impossible to imagine the Doctor as a sexual person, but when he was with River that all kind of went out of the window. Seeing them together earlier that night on the dance floor really hammered it home. I'd thought I'd just been jealous of him for having someone as sexy as River on his arm, but actually it was River I was jealous of too, and in equal measure.

I wanted the Doctor to look at me the way he had been looking at River, as if he wanted nothing more than to just take me right there on the floor. I wanted his hands on me, all over me. I wanted his lips against mine I didn't want just the Doctor or River Song. I wanted them both. At the same time. My head was swimming with the realisation I'd just made, and I quickly got out of bed to get myself a glass of water to calm down. But as I made my way to the kitchen I was stopped in my tracks by a sound; a low, drawn out moan of pleasure.

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It sent a shiver of excitement right down my spine and, before I knew what I was doing, I was following the increasingly loud moans right to the Doctor and River's shared bedroom. The door had been left ajar. I wondered if it had possibly been on purpose, when something River had said earlier popped into my head Oh sweetie, are you finally giving in to the little suggestion I made? I peeked inside, hoping that neither of them spotted me, and my breath caught in my throat.

The door was at just the right angle that I could see the entire length of the bed. River was lying across the sheets, her unruly curls sprawled over the pillow, and she was completely naked. The equally naked Doctor had his head between her spread legs.

I couldn't see the details of what he was doing to her, but it was pretty obvious and, going by River's reactions, he must have been amazing at it.

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She was writhing on the bed, her back arching, one hand tangled in the Doctor's hair and the other pinching her own nipple. The Doctor's hands caressed her thighs, before one hand slipped up her stomach, squeezing her breast. River took hold of his hand and brought two of his long, slender fingers to her lips, sucking them slowly into her mouth and making the Doctor groan deeply. When she was done, the Doctor brought his wet fingers back down between her thighs and River's moans of pleasure became even louder. I had to hold onto the doorframe, as my knees had gone weak.

I don't think I'd ever been so aroused in my life. My nipples were hard under my silk nightie, and I was so wet I had to rub my thighs together just to relieve some of the pressure. I knew this was all kinds of wrong, creeping at the doorway like a perv while the Doctor made love to his wife, but I just couldn't tear my eyes away. The noises River made were indescribable, positively pornographic, and I was overcome with two very different desires at once.

I wanted to be the one making River moan like that, I wanted to taste exactly what the Doctor was tasting, but at the same time I wanted to be in her place. I wanted to know exactly what the Doctor was doing with his mouth and his tongue and his fingers to make River writhe on the bed so wantonly and tug on his hair like that. Her skin glowed with a sheen of sweat in the dim light of the bedside lamp. Her breasts were round and full, begging to be touched, and her nipples were small and hard and made my mouth water.

I was just contemplating going back to my own bedroom to sort myself out with this incredible mental image, but before I could drag myself away something happened that made my heart skip a beat. River's bright green, lust-filled eyes fixed on me without the slightest hint of surprise, like she knew I'd been standing there all along. Her face split into a devious grin, before she tugged on the Doctor's hair and he made his way back up her body, their lips meeting in a filthy kiss.

His fingers were still plunging in and out of her soaking wet cunt until she pulled on his wrist, bringing his glistening fingers to lips once more to suck the clean before she very suddenly flipped them over. She turned herself around so she was straddling the Doctor's face, and he immediately grabbed hold of both her thighs and continued to work her with his mouth, his tongue visibly dipping into her folds.

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River was grinding down on his face, throwing her curly hair back and squeezing her breasts as she cried out. She was really putting on a show for me, looking right at me as she rode the Doctor's face with relish. She winked at me — actually winked — before leaning forward towards the Doctor's erection. I'd always wondered exactly what the Doctor was packing under his trousers, more out of curiosity than anything else. I knew his outward appearance was human, but did that include his more intimate areas?

Apparently it did, if the long, thick, and very human looking erection currently leaking all over his stomach was anything to go by. River didn't take her eyes off me as she lowered her head, took his cock in her hand and dragged her tongue up the entire impressive length from base to tip, making the Doctor shudder and groan underneath her. She worked her tongue around the head of his cock, licking up the beads of pre-come before, her eyes never leaving mine, she took his entire length in her mouth right down to the hilt. The sound of my gasp was thankfully covered by the sound of the Doctor and River's combined moans, as they brought each other closer and closer to the edge, both of them arching off the bed and bucking their hip forward into each other's mouths.

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I felt like I could have fainted. River took the Doctor's cock out of her mouth with an obscene pop , licking her lips as she stroked him quickly with one hand. She was still looking right at me, smirking playfully, when she suddenly beckoned me over with one finger. I stepped very slowly into the room, my legs shaking as I tried to be as quiet as possible so the Doctor wouldn't realise. I needn't have bothered, of course; he was far too busy to notice anything but his wife on top of him.

River patted the space on the bed between the Doctor's legs, where I carefully knelt. She pressed her finger to her lips to indicate that I should keep quiet, all the while still stroking the Doctor's cock in her other hand without breaking her rhythm. I nodded, but it was difficult to keep quiet when she suddenly pulled me into a slow and sensual kiss. She was such a wonderful kisser. Her lips felt so deliciously soft, and her tongue completely dominated my mouth, as her fingers ran through my hair.

When we finally separated River was smirking triumphantly at how breathless I was. She looked down pointedly at the dripping cock in her hand, then back at me, and I knew exactly what she had in mind. With a smirk to match hers, I lowered my head and took the Doctor in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the crown before taking in as much of his length as I could and sucking hard. The sound of the Doctor's muffled moans mingled with River's only spurred me on. I looked up to see that River was riding the Doctor's face in earnest once more, throwing her head back with a loud cry as her whole body shuddered with what was unmistakably an incredible orgasm.

Oh God, she looked unbelievable. I couldn't wait until I could do that to her. She sort of fell off him, turning around so she could kiss the Doctor messily and hum happily as she licked her essence off his lips. The Doctor kissed her back with a certain amount of confusion, and I remembered that he had no idea I was even in the room, let along sucking him off.

He looked down at me with a hilarious amount of surprise, and the squeak he let out when I giggled around his cock was so ridiculous that I had to stop what I was doing so I could laugh properly. River grinned and kissed the Doctor's shoulder, giving him a very smug look. I mean, you were the one that invited dear Clara along with us. And you were the one that was just aching to make me come, even though you know I'm a screamer and Clara was just in the other room But all this silly threesome stuff, that's all River.

She pulled me over to her until I was straddling her lap and kissed me again, her hands slipping up my thighs and pushing up my nightie until she could pull it over my head and throw it aside. Her lips were against mine again, her tongue demanding entry that I gladly gave as her hands cupped my bare breasts.

My breasts and my nipples had always been really, really sensitive, and the single touch was enough to make me moan into her mouth. I'd almost forgotten that the Doctor was there before I felt the bed dip behind me. His hands replaced River's on my breasts, caressing and squeezing and pinching my nipples until I thought I'd go insane, as he kissed my neck and sucked on my earlobe. Very suddenly I was on my back, the Doctor kissing my neck insistently as he pinned me down with a surprising amount of force for someone who thought this whole threesome thing was silly.

He kissed his way down my body, his teeth nipping my skin, before his mouth latched onto my nipple. I sat on the heel of my foot, and it felt good. I continued to rub my heel against my crotch. Then I repositioned my legs by sitting in a normal car riding position and played with my vagina with my hand.

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I just thrust it in and out, again and again—slower to start and than fast, like Thumper the bunny. I get wetter and wetter until I cum. Just hold it down there, moving it around so the pressure of the stream hits you in different spots. I realized this the first time I went in a jacuzzi and the jet stream turned me on. Been devoted to long, leisurely orgasm baths ever since. Either spit on your finger or buy some water based sex lube and apply a little before sending your fingers south of the border. I like to lie back against a big fluffy cushion and lube my nipples up with my left hand so they get nice and hard while I use the right to fiddle with my clit.

I fingered myself every night for three months straight when I was 14 until I finally got myself off and I was soooooo overwhelmingly satisfied when it finally happened. I learned that I personally need a combination of clitoral stimulation and internal finger fucking. Clit stim does it for me. I swear it can be better to dry hump a pillow than an actual guy sometimes. I like to get creative and weird because the story gets me hot. The better the fantasy, the better the orgasm form my experience. Oh, and if you ever need inspo, watching porn def helps. I do a lot of concentric circles around my clit and I pivot my hips back and forth a lot too.

I like to lie down and run my hands up and down my body and massage my breasts and feel myself up. Sometimes I stick the little egg inside my vag and rub my clit and it works like a charm. As far as sex acts go, masturbating seems relatively innocent.

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But it was the diary of a girl, my age at the time , who was in the process of discovering herself, both sexually and romantically. She also includes some very detailed descriptions of her body. For a horny middle-schooler, it was a reasonable thing to fap to. Thought Taylor Hanson was a girl. Not proud of myself once I found out. God, I hated myself so much. I literally went to Wikipedia to figure out how guys masturbated.

It was months before I even tried it again. Not my proudest moment as a Muslim. Due to watch bill rotations, you stand this watch at all different times of day. It was winter and I had just discovered fapping and needless to say I instantly became a great fap fan. So I was walking down a street at night bordered by houses and I got this idea of fapping while walking.

It was winter so I was wearing a jacket. I snuck my right hand in leaving the jacket sleeve empty. At first I was really conscious, making sure nobody noticed. But as I began to advance to the crescendo my hand movement became more and more less subtle and almost stopped walking by the time I finished. She shook her head and went back in.

I quietly walked away. Being one of the only sizeable people in the room, they asked if I would play the attacker role. I got to roleplay choking 20 cute nurses and jerked one out to it later that shift.

We were sharing a tent. When I was a tween I was addicted to whacking it. Now I look back on that and I find it to be really humorous but for years it hung on my shoulders as my most cringe worthy experience. So back in the 70s there was no easy access to porn. My dad had a safe in his bedroom. I shoulder surfed him one day and proudly rattled off what the combo was. He freaked out like I never saw him freak before. Held me down and made me swear I had never been in that safe before. Well, of course the year-old me was curious and it drove me nuts wondering what was in there.

So months and months of torturing myself I finally got up the nerve and I opened the safe and looked. Tucked in behind all of his coin collections was a small photo album filled with Polaroid photos of my Mom in the 50s, right after they got married, before she had me — naked. My God was she fucking hot. And me having never seen a naked chick before, my dick went into full on nuclear meltdown mode.

So I jacked it to her — again, and again, and again. And I knew it was wrong. And whenever I saw my mother I felt this horrible guilt, let alone the horror of being aroused by your own mother. But to this day I still feel a horrible guilt and feel fucked up about it. Finally time to get tested to see if I was shooting blanks or not. I called around to several labs, none answered. I knew they were open, and there was one that is close to home, so I just drove up there.

Lady says they can do the test, and says do you have your sample for the test. So I said, no I will come back with it. Now I have two choices, beat off in their small bathroom in the waiting room with her literally on the other side of the door, or go back home.

I decide to go back home. The kids were being especially bad that day. Could barely get it done but somehow I did. Argument ensued, smoothed things over, then went to bathroom to knock one out. Teenage me was ashamed, year-old me gets it. Thought farting would be a turn-on. I was about 13 and came in my pants. Another top contender would be me jerking off to a nude plastic doll one of those cheap Barbie knockoffs by shoving it down my pants and moving it up and down along my pubescent dick.

I gave her a list of my insecurities and everything. This was before smartphones so I had to go old school and imagine stuff in my head. I finished, then googled to see if it was real and the shame sank in that I willingly kept going even. Around me, a group of people were laughing and pointing at me. It took me quite a few seconds to realize, I was still stroking my flaccid dick like a madman. That was the last time I took ecstasy. It was mainly just videos of my brother and I being idiots when we were young kids. Well, one of the tapes was cut short by another recording.

It turned out my parents decided to make a sex tape. Instead of turning it off and forgetting it ever happened, I de-clothed and had a great wank. I then put the videos back in the TV cabinet and never thought about it again. That was until I came home from University a few years later and my parents were telling the story of my brother stumbling along their video and how awkward it was. I just played along and acted like that was the most awkward part of the story.

I have beat it on plane, train, and automobile. I have beat it in a church and a theater, I have beat it in a car in the parking lot at work on break. I accidentally got some nut on my black sweater, and jokingly told my coworkers it was cum and they just laughed. It was 2 AM and I was horny as can be and the night was warm. So I upped and went into the backyard and lo and behold I found a semi-rotten cantaloupe. Pushed some fingers into the melon then roused it with my Richard. So, I scraped my hand onto the inside edge of her fish tank.

The fish ate it up and she walked back in. I was just so damn bored that I did it almost unconsciously. But yeah, they all knew. I was there for a week. I was the only person in the room, and I had my own shower. My girlfriend visited me every time, and I asked her to flash her boobs to me. That night I went to the shower and I fapped. I was so ashamed after I came. I was standing under the shower thinking: It was absolutely horrible.

I mean it was just sad. I was the one in jail in the shower. Not because she was hot but because she like kept beating my dick. So I would actually beat it. Hold the base in one hand and then basically slap it back and forth with the other. Just fucking hit my dick over and over. Did that a few times and then one day it was sore so I was rubbing it.

Hot damn that felt way better. So those first three or four are my least proud. It was just weirdly uncomfortable, like she was scrutinizing my every movement. Whereas this time, I was concentrating on not doing anything too weird, and also not having any porn on was foreign to me. And to top it all off, she got pissed at me when I shot my load on her carpet.

I mean, what the fuck was I supposed to do? Also pulled a muscle in my neck, so I was forced to cry out in pain every time I sneezed this also prevented my neck from healing for the next two weeks. I like old, leathery blondes, but this…this was too much. Always had very strict parental controls on our internet, and all the art and music and basically any form of media in the house was Christian in nature Christian books, Christian music, Christian art, etc. Innocent Christian boy jerks off to the Bible. So yea not my proudest moment.

She has really nice boobs. Just discovered how to milk my penis. Was violently vomiting and mother was sleeping in the same room to keep her eye on me. However this would not stop me from my mission. I scanned the room for a quick moment. Her eyes were closed. My absolute solitude was confirmed. The pumping begins, but shortly I have a better idea. Scooby Doo was in the clutches of my sleeping mother. This would not stop me. I spent about 3 minutes standing over my sleeping parent with a raging boner to get my fuck doll.

I spend the next 45 seconds showing Scooby who was the boss still next to my mom by the way and I finish. Then the doorbell rings. So I offer her some tea no wine I show her the spare bedroom, how to use the weird shower we have in our house etc. Family friend, if you ever read this….

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