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School trip, part 2
I had no choice but agree… if they sent this out, I wouldn’t be able to go anywhere near the school, or anywhere… No more dancerecitals or hanging out with my friends at the stables, with my horse my father gave me…
I had to go along. No choice.
«You’re meeting us tomorrow before school!» Tom said. He was usually the leader of the three. Oldest, 21 years old. Kept back two years, because of behavior…. my girlfriends says he raped someone, but I never beleived it. Until now…
George and Adam grinned, looking at my torn dress, their eyes unable to move from my breasts… «you know where!», Adam said. «Be there…!»
I collected my things, took my coat on and got to the bus. My teacher standing by the door, counting everyone…. he looked at me as I came towards the bus, he was smiling. «Aaand here’s our last one! You know the same rules apply on school-trips as in school, young lady. No tardiness. I’m writing you up for detention tomorrow morning. Do not be late!»
I go to the back of the bus. Tom, Adam and George grinning… As I pass them, George whispers «oh, you’re gonna be late…!» And a laugh…
My Daddy often tells me to drive over to his place just so he can get his cock sucked. [MF]
This usually happens in the morning, often right after I’ve gotten out of bed. My daddy calls me and tells me to come over. He doesn’t have to say much. He only says “cock” and hangs up. That’s enough for me to know what I’m supposed to do.
I brush my teeth, get dressed and drive to his apartment. As soon as he let’s me in, I get down on my knees and worship his massive, hard cock for as long as he wants. I suck and lick his balls, kiss and tease the mushroom head, let him slap my face with his meat as a reminder of what a whore I really am. He always either cums on my face or in my mouth.
If it’s on my face, I’m not allowed to wash it off until I get home. That’s usually not a problem as it’s usually pretty early and not many people are out.
Once he’s done using me, he lifts me up and gives me a hard slap in my ass. This is my cue to leave. If it’s during the weekend, I may get my other holes fucked as well.
Bisexual/lesbian fantasy
Excuse everything running together, it’s not porting over well. I hope you still enjoy!
Giving the Business
Her First
Her first
It was our 25th Anniversary and even though we aren’t big on celebrating, my wife and I decided to hit a local pub for dinner. It was late evening so it was busy, but the wave was still to come. We live in a college town, so throughout our dinner the crowd seemed to get younger and younger, but in our mid forties, that seems to happen a lot lately. As our meal ended the conversation meandered from our children, three boys two of them grown and another almost in college, to how we met and where our young lives had gone.
A few glasses of wine and a few beers later it was time to leave and my wife excuses herself to the bathroom, at which time I notice how packed the bar was. The noise was impressive, but up to that point I hadn’t noticed. My wife squeezed her way through a crowd and disappeared into the ladies room. Within seconds a beautiful blonde girl approached the table and sat down next to me. Taken aback all I could muster was a “Hello.”
My[20F] friend [21F] fingered me in a hotel room while our friends [FF] slept in the next bed
It was my first sexual experience with a woman and I can’t stop thinking about it ever since it happened. I’m having so many dirty thoughts about other things I want her to do to me and all the places I want to touch her.
Her: 5’7”(ish) curvy, C cup breasts, large incredible round ass, shoulder length straight brown hair, blue eyes.
Me: 5’4” curvy, E cup, ass is okay but nothing like hers, long brown wavy hair, green eyes, freckles.
I have known her for about a year and we are friends but we didn’t really get close until this trip. I had thought a couple times she may have been flirting with me as she has gotten a little touchy when we are drunk, but a lot of people where we go to school are conservative so I didn’t want to assume anything and cause an upset. I also have no idea how to flirt with a girl even though I have had feelings about women before.
We have the long weekend off from college this weekend so the four of us decided to drive to NC and have one last beach trip.
Good boy [Fdom]
It all started a few years ago when I had a short relationship with a guy. We were both in the same class and we got together at some point at his place. It was our first time doing anything sexual together, and we were kissing wildly and getting super turned on. I was getting undressed for him for the first time, and I could feel his erection through his jeans. I took my top off, and I’ll never forget his expression of awe when he saw my boobs. Yes, I have quite the cleavage, I’m not going to lie. He immediately started feeling them up, putting his hands and face between them and getting absolutely turned on. It was probably the first time he’d touched a pair, let alone something of my size.
Then suddenly, he stops, closes his eyes and starts to groan. Embarrassed, he apologizes and gets up to go to the bathroom, but I tell him to stop. I want to see it. “No, wait!” he stammers, but I unbutton his jeans. The devastation is absolute. There is warm cum everywhere, just oozing down his legs. In that moment, I felt immensely powerful: I made him do this, without even touching him. I’m irresistible. I’m too much to handle. This feeling was incredible, and I wanted more.
[M]y First Time – Hot Tub With Allie [F]
The summer after my freshman year of college was a formative year in my life.
In high school I played baseball, did pretty well in class, and was half-way decent looking. I was a big guy, a little over 6’ tall and about 175 pounds, and kind of looked “country strong”. I had a lot of friends, but since I grew up in a house full of brothers, I was always a bit shy around girls. So, I made it through high school without so much as a French kiss from a girl.
I went away for college my first year, and since my work-study job was working at the gym, I spent a lot of time lifting weights, rowing on the ergometer, riding the stationary bike, etc., so when I finished my freshman year I had pretty much transformed my body. However, while I had gathered a few coed admirers, and dated a few girls, by the end of my freshman year I was still a virgin.
Interracial Love: Is it a fetish? Part One [findingerotica]
“I’m a white man with a lifelong attraction to Black women. Often I’m asked why? Recently, a white friend added another question to the inquiry: Is my attraction a fetish?
Popular modern vernacular, internet variety, suggests that a fetish is heightened pleasure found in strong emotional and often sexual attraction to a particular objectified body part, activity, skin color, power relation–pretty much anything–that lies outside the bounds of what is thought of as ‘ordinary’.
As one online pundit explained, a man’s sexual attraction to women’s breasts will be deemed to be ‘normal’ simply because many men are attracted to breasts. In contrast, an attraction to a woman’s feet qualifies as a fetish because not that many men are turned on sexually by feet.
But there’s much more to the story: when I dug beneath the internet surface to explore the term’s roots, I found that ‘fetish’ originated from Portuguese sailors’ 16th Century initial interactions with various West African tribal groups. In need of a word to capture previously unobserved cultural practices—in particular spiritual worship of objects imbued with otherworldly powers–that fell outside the limits of their Eurocentric colonial lens, the sailors created a new term. They called what they saw “fetish.” When the sailors returned to Europe, among the many things they brought home was their new word.
Two sisters, one husband [MfF][Romance]
”Emelia?” Anabelle called out as she looked into the empty kitchen. “Shouldn’t you have started working on dinner?”
Emelia peaked out of the living room with a smile. “Sure, but Will said not to, I think he has some sort of surprise planned.” She beamed.
“Why? It’s not any of our anniversaries is it?” Anabelle asked as Emelia came out of the living room and started tugging on Anabelle’s coat to get it off.
“Does he need a reason to plan a surprise?” Emelia asked as she got the coat off of her sister. She hung it up on the coat rack and leaned in close to Anabelle looking up expectantly into her blue eyes, they had both inherited that sky blue color from their mother.
“I suppose not.” Anabelle conceded and gave Emelia the kiss she was waiting for, her baby sisters lips were as full and soft as they had been on their wedding day. Anabelle wrapped her arms around the small frame of her wife as the kiss deepened and when it finally broke Anabelle could feel a warmth in her cheeks.
“Did you have a good day at work?” Emelia sighed happily as she stayed leaned against Anabelle.