Author: twanquavius

My Catholic Ex-Girlfriend’s Journey to the Poophole Loophole [MF] – Part 1

Spring of 2008.

Melissa and I met at Freshman orientation. We started dating in the second semester of my sophomore year—my first official college girlfriend. We had both just started dating. I got to our school on athletic scholarship (baseball), and she got in on her academic acumen.

The baseball season had just started, and Melissa was determined to make all my games, even though I told her she totally didn’t have to. I played center field, and I was pretty decent. But I really got a boost to my batting average when Melissa and I dated.

Melissa was very cute. She had a shoulder length brown hair, and stayed in great shape. She was about 5’2 and had a nice butt. Perhaps the best physical feature though were her impossibly large boobs. She’s had a reduction now, but man, they were huge.

Melissa was raised very conservative. Most religious girl I ever dated. She attended mass every week. She didn’t drink and she never used profanity. She had a few boyfriends in high school and one her Freshman year but, she—unlike me—had never done anything with them besides hold hands and kiss; she was a virgin. She wanted to save herself for marriage. Read more »

My Cock Was Used By My Friend’s Hot Mom While His Dad Watched [MFM]

TL;DR: Spent three years of my life fantasizing about my friend’s mom. My senior year of college she blew me in the shower then had me fuck her in front of her husband.

My roommate Eric’s mom, Linnea, was hot—like super-hot. She was a Swedish immigrant, so platinum blonde hair and blue eyes. She must have had Eric when she was 16, because she could have passed as still in her thirties. She was tall—5’10—athletic and thin and spoke with the sexiest Swedish accent. I met her for the first time our freshman year when Linnea strolled in a pair of tight jeans and sneakers and handed her son a pack of toilet paper as I walked into our dorm.

Eric and I quickly became buddies and rushed together and even pledged to same fraternity. Eric came from money growing up in the suburbs of Chicago. I’m a good ol’ southern boy from south Georgia who got into a California school he could never dream of affording on an athletic scholarship.

Over the next few years, Linnea and I actually became friends. She would visit her only son several times a year, and anytime her visits coincided with one my games, she would be there cheering me on with Eric (when he wasn’t hung over). Read more »