Author: E-Writes

Move in day [freeuse] [threesome]

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I couldn’t believe my luck. Try as I might, I simply could not believe it. There was no way that a boy like me would ever find myself in a situation like this, and yet here I was.
It was move-in day at the college dorms. That alone was enough to excite the imagination and make me dream of all the cute girls that I might meet. There was no more need for sneaking around parents and worrying about curfews. Here, with a room all to myself, I could bring girls back as much as I wanted. The only issue was actually finding one.

And so you can imagine my surprise when I opened the door to our suite of rooms and found that the hall across from ours was filled entirely with girls. Beautiful, giggling, sophisticated girls, and they all looked at me with devilish looks in their eyes as they bit their lips. In fact, they looked at all of us like that, me and my slack-jawed suitemates.
“Did you boys know that we have shared showers?” one of the girls called, a busty blonde that wore an entirely too tight shirt. Read more »

Suprise – Part1

I don’t know when he snuck into my room but I awoke to find René massaging my throbbing clit and sucking on my neck.

Mmmm. I pushed my ass up against his dick which was hard as granite.

When did he sneak into my room? How long had he been here? Did he see me in the mirror? My mind swirled with questions. I wasn’t sure if I was dizzy from him poking my throbbing pussy while rubbing my clit or if it was the confusion of trying to figure out how a man who wouldn’t look at me, let alone talk to me was now in my bed.

“For as long as I’ve been in the states, I’ve tried hard not to touch you but then I saw your door open and when I peaked in and saw you playing with yourself, I couldn’t hold back anymore.” Rene whispered in my ear as if he heard the questions I had just asked myself.

I guided his hand so that he had two fingers inside me. He pumped and I pumped back. He went faster and I kept pace. The rhythm was getting frantic. Read more »