Author: smutmachine2

Senior Class Breeding Pt 2 [student/teacher, age gap, gangbang]

The days following their “solution” in the girls’ locker room proved it to have been extremely successful. That week all the girls who had gotten the distraction fucked out of them suddenly were getting As and Bs on tests, turning in completed homework and papers, and *respecting* the three professors. But of course, just getting fucked once could only hold the girls over for so long, and it was only another week and a half before one of the seniors—a pretty little blonde thing—came up to Justin after the bell rang.

Her stance was nervous, big blue eyes avoiding his gaze and fingers playing with the straps on her bookbag. The first thing he noticed about her was how hard her nipples were—he could see them puckered up right through her school blouse, and the little transparency it had showed she wasn’t wearing a bra. They were big and heavy, especially for just barely being eighteen. Justin felt his cock twitch under his desk as he waited for her to say something.

“Um… Mr. Macarthy?” she asked, quietly, as if she was embarrassed. “Can I ask you a question?” Read more »

Senior Class Breeding [student/teacher, gangbang, age gap]

The senior class at Lakewood High was apparently full of horny teenagers, and Brea only knew this because she was one of them herself. In an all girl’s school, tension was sure to build. After a secret student-led survey revealed that 42% of all senior girls felt they were too horny to focus on their classwork anymore, an emergency remediation was organized by the school. The remediation was something that had been voted on only by the school’s teachers, and hadn’t even made its way up to the Principal or higher. They’d only even learned about the survey after a student had accidentally left a blank one on her desk. It was a problem they wanted to rectify before it snowballed into something bigger, and the Mathematics department that had discovered the survey had only three professors — Justin Macarthy, PhD, Marcus Borrere, MA, and David Burke, MA. Read more »

I (22F) feel guilty about flirting with my friend’s husband (50sM) (True story)

I just really wanna fess up about it and can’t do it anywhere else…

I have a family friend that I’ve known for a few years. She lives 3 hours away with her husband and she only came down to visit us a few times a year, so I never actually met her husband until she invited me and my cousins up to spend the weekend at her house. I’d heard her talk about her husband plenty of times over the years. Well, long story short I didn’t expect her husband to be fucking hot

She’s not really the looker type. She’s just really skinny, doesn’t have much going on boobs/ass wise, never wears makeup, dresses kinda frumpy. I just didn’t expect her husband to be much of anything, but wow dude

Jesus fucking christ. She was talking to us in the kitchen and he came home from work and wow. Read more »

Daddy’s Graduation Present

My stepdaddy’s big cock was rock hard and pistoned towards my little pussy. The head was so big and swollen up against my tiny pussy hole, and I throbbed for it like I was in heat. Warm precum was dewing up at his tip and I whined at the pleasure when he rubbed it into my hole, involuntarily bucking my hips against it for more. “Daddy?” I panted. My pussy was puffy and dripping.

He laughed at me, his big white smile cutting into his grey stubble lined cheeks. “So now I’m daddy?” he asked, tantalizingly rubbing his thumb in circles on my sensitive clit. I gasped, and moaned out another beg. He slapped his other hand over my mouth to stifle the sound, so we wouldn’t get caught by my mom, and down below my little pussy hole throbbed against his tip. I could feel his heartbeat in it. He wanted this just as badly as I did. “An hour ago, I was just *Michael*.” He was smirking at me, his pale blue eyes hungry. An hour ago, he was driving me back from my high school graduation. “But *now*…” he breathed, and his hand left my face to snake down around my throat, where he choked me authoritatively. “*Now,* I’m your daddy.” He pressed his hand harder into my throat. My mouth opened, and I panted against it with my tongue out. “And *you*…” he began, voice gruff. Down below, I felt him pick up his thickened cock, and he yanked me by the throat to make me watch him. It was so big. Bigger than anything I could have imagined. And lined up the shaft with thick pulsating veins, a small moat of salt and pepper hair at its base. So girthy it was almost… scary. But some instinct deep inside me made me want to fucking impale myself on it. Read more »