“Good morning class this is Journalism 101, or as I like to call it 1+1. In this class you will get the taste (the teacher licked her lips) of one on one interviews both in and out of the bedroom.” Looking around the class, “I see that there is a fair verity of (sucking on the back end of her pencil) ethnicities to interview” this whole time Mrs. Donavon was playing with her pussy. Watching more than the students attention to her, seeing which ones who will be dropping out, which ones have the longest thickest cocks, even a few of the female students where getting off watching the teacher. “First question! Who is straight, which one of you is.. (letting the innuendo translate it’s self) and who will do me just to pass this class?” This was the first question of Journalism 1+1 and it happened with in the first minutes of class. The class sorted it self with only one student still sitting in her seat, Clarissa. “Very good we have the straight, the gay and the I will fuck your brains out for a passing grade.. then we have one who is on the fence. Stand so the class can get a good look at you (Clarissa nervously stood). Class each of your team’s will have to ask this student (pointing directly at Clarissa) anything you can think of butt remember one question (taking a pause to let this sink in) then this student will ask your group a question back. Sounds fair right.. butt that’s not all I want a paper on today’s interview posted by.. let’s say one hour from now” Mrs. Donavon finished pointing to the I’ll fuck you for a passing grade group.
After a short discussion the quad looked at Clarissa, “Where did you get those suffocating clothes, with out ventilation for your pussy and tits how are we supposed to take you seriously” the speaker finished, he was a jock through and through. “Answer” came the directive from the teacher. “My side of the pond does not yet embrace your openness that your clothes show” a valid question along with a valid answer. “Question” came the directive once again. “Three guys and one girl, which one of you is going to get lucky?”
“Well I never.. (looking at the one female and instantly getting rock hard) thought about you lick that (her eyes flashed to his cock)” he was stroking his cock while she was forced to her knees. Surrounded by cock, she shuttered as her fingers passed her clit. Taking the speaker first while the other two tagged teamed her tits. Pinching, pulling, twisting her nipples as her hungry mouth swallowed the jock with ease. “Mmm Mmm.. Ohh fuckkk” reaching for another cock. “OooohMmmmMmmmMmmm..” her hand was soaked by her orgasm. Jerking off the second dude with her mouth, having more ferocity to suck him off then the jock. A slap to her ass, the hard grip as her pale skin turn a tint of red, “Oh fuck man I can’t wait” the third said pulling her into a doggy position. “Oh fuck man (his cock was ripe and ready to bang away at her swollen lips. “Fuck you dude. Man on you back if you want that cunt cuz I’m going to peg dat ass” the jock gave the third student a menacing glare. Pulling her on top of him, pushing her down on his cock, “Fuckkk (slapping her ass before holding it open for the jock) Mmm you are so fucking tight” if the compliment was necessary. The jocks cock was as hard as ever, licking his hand then smearing his spit on his shaft. “Now we’ll see.. Ohh my fuck girl (her asshole being extremely tight with another cock banging away at her pussy).. Ooo Ooo yes yesss.. Ooooh yesssssssss” her asshole gobbled up his cock as the biggest orgasm she has ever had hit with a vengeance. Slamming her ass back while the lucky dude who was getting a blow job stuffed his cock deep in her throat. Gripping her tits, thrusting her back, pushing her forward until the ultimate tri-orgasm. “Ohh fuck I’m..” “Ooo Ooo fuckkk Ooooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” “Fuck fuckkk Mmmm.. Ooooh yes Ooooh yesss..” Echoed throughout the class room totally drowning out the female.. butt there was one other female who was not apart of the I’ll fuck you to get a passing grade. “Mmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmm.. (eyes closed, head back, mouth sealed butt still the moaning came through)” Mrs. Donavon was having her second orgasm of the morning.
Tag: Group
[MF] I slept with the hottest girl from the sorority.
Heads up, this is a LONG post. I find the build up is important. So you can skip down to where I wrote “FUN STUFF BEGINS HERE”.
This is how I met, and subsequently slept with, my ex gf Sarah. You can also read the last time I slept with her, it’s on my profile. I apparently like to tell stories out of chronological order like I think I’m Quentin Tarantino writing pulp fiction or some shit, idk.
Back a couple years, when I was in university, I was in a fraternity. I was kinda an outlier from the douchey fratboy type, but if I’m being honest this time in my life was the closest I had come to the stereotype. I was a really tall but mostly awkward and oblivious guy when it came to women. Because of that I had made friends with some of the sorority girls. We got to talking and set up a sorority mixer that we’d hold at my place one friday before heading to the clubs.
It was supposed to be a toga party, but none of the girls showed up that way. Which was fine, we were just happy they showed. The guys were nearly all wearing their togas (made from bedsheets or blankets) myself included.
Gentle Brute [MF][PostApocalypse][ReturnToEarth]
Jasmin was extremely excited. There she was, strapped to her seat, to her left and right about twenty other girls. Just now, a deep female voice announced their soon arrival at Earth. Before they would enter Earth’s atmosphere, they were to prepare. The unbuckled and started undressing. This was a necessary precaution because the Earthlings didn’t like clothing more advanced than pelt or leather. Almost all of them were at least some level of lesbian, so they all eyed one another. Some girls couldn’t resist touching their breasts, and others were chatting excitedly. Jasmin stripped quietly. All of the stories her mother told her over the years came her to mind. Thousands of years ago, manmade, as well as natural catastrophes, brought humanity to the brink of extinction. Optimistic they could restore this hostile to life Earth, the ancient humans evacuated all females. At the same time, the men stayed behind to rebuild. They survived, but their effort ultimately proved futile. They became nothing more than cavemen, even after nature recovered. Jasmin removed her bra. Her young breasts had the perfect shape, and some of the more same-sex interested girls wolf-whistled greedily eyeing her.
[FM] “Studying” with the Cute Girl from my Politics Class
This is my first time ever putting something like this into writing so PLEASE feel free to message me with feedback on my writing.
**Backstory**
My freshman year I worked incredibly hard to keep good grades as I have lofty ambitions of making it into a competitive graduate program. My first semester I was able to make it onto the Dean’s List, and the following semester I successfully kept a 4.0 and made it onto the President’s List. Now it may seem like I’m bragging (okay, maybe I am a little), but there’s a point to my bragging. In class group chats I would frequently help people with problems or explain correct answers to people. This gave me a reputation of someone who knows what they’re doing (even if I feel clueless 9/10 times).
One day after class, the Thursday before a Monday midterm, I received a message from a girl in one of the class group chats. “Yo, can we study together for the next test?”
I usually prefer to study alone or in small groups for the most part since I feel large study groups often get sidetracked, think Community, so I message back “Possibly, gonna be a large group?”
Su[M]mer Camp [MF] with new [F]riends[Group]
This is going to be a long one but this was one of my best sexual encounters of My life that happened last year.
I’m a third year college student, about 20 at that time and final exams had just finished and this is when I was encountered by my juniors [19] Liza, Kiara, Madison and Grace (fake names ofc).
About them, they’re all 5’5 to 5’7, brunette (Grace is blonde) fit girls (Yeah, they workout a lot). They’re like these perfect girl characters but keep the naughty to themselves. They’re all hot but I find that Liza is the hottest with the best hourglass figure. Except Kiara, all girls were in a relationship. I’m friends with them but not too close. I also know Kiara’s parents very well and have tutored her in the past.
Kiara approached me with the other girls and wanted to talk to me personally. She then told me that they’re going on a Summer camp at a beach out of the town but their parents didn’t allow them but she told her mother that I’m going with them so that she’ll convince the other parents (it’s bcoz her parents knew and trust me and thought the girls would be safe).
Getting turned into a fucktoy [mFFFF] [seduction] [teasing… lots and lots of teasing] [groping] [fondling] [handjobs] [cum] [fuckin]
Derek settled down into the hot churning water of the resort’s hot tubs. After a long and busy day, this quiet moment to himself was a rare treat. On this family vacation, siblings and parents all crammed into two small hotel rooms, the Hawaii trip had been hectic, with few opportunities to sit back and relax.
He closed his eyes and sunk down until the water reached his chin, feeling the warm bubbles against his skin, enjoying the tropical evening air on his face. Distant sounds of happy conversation danced along the breeze, but none of it mattered to Derek, and he let his mind drift.
A short while later, Derek’s reverie was interrupted by giggling.
“Hey, this one’s empty, c’mon,” a woman’s voice said.
“Ooh perfect, hurry up, I’m cold,” said another woman.
“Vee, you dum dum, there’s a guy here,” spoke a third.
The second voice said back, “It’s big enough to share, I’m getting in.”
“Plus, he’s a bit of cutie,” said a fourth, followed by more giggling.
“You’re sure on the prowl, Kristi, not getting enough at home?”
Crisis and Opportunity [MF] [fantasy] [magic] [plot] [wholesome smut] [long]
*This is a stand-alone story, though I previously wrote on these characters in another piece called Hidden Energies which I’ve also posted here. So feel free to check that one out too if you enjoy this.*
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A copper bowl filled with water was floating through the air. It was doing its very best to stay level, going slowly, often stopping to correct itself, cautious not to lose a single drop. Yet tragically, this very caution would prove to be its undoing. When it was already more than halfway across the room it tilted dangerously to its left – and instead of just accepting a small spill, it tried to save its whole load, overcorrected to its right, lost its balance, and with a splash and clatter fell to the floor, where it joined numerous others of its kind in a great puddle.
Yohan swore under his breath. Around the four tables, the twenty or so other students made sympathetic noises.
“Well now, lad!” Professor Ter Dekke’s sonic boom of a voice filled the room. “Tell me what you did wrong!”
Yohan slouched back in his chair. “It was tipping over, and I overreacted trying to steady it, I guess.”
Gangbang in Greece
Holly’s pale skin was burning as she wandered up the road. She was exhausted after a night of listening to Kay’s fake moans as she rode a poor man’s Tom Cruise.
Some people would do anything to win a competition.
That was the Who Can Shag The Most Boys competition whilst they holidayed in Greece. Whoever won got their last night paid for. Holly was in last place with zero guys because she refused to sleep with any of the coked up, sweaty Bieber wannabes that roamed the strip.
A car that looked like a taxi squeaked to a standstill ahead of her. A tanned man popped his head out of the window and waved at her.
“Need a ride?”
Holly was ginger and she’d be as pink as candy floss if she didn’t get shade soon. She stopped by his window and he smiled at her with white teeth. He must have been in his late thirties but he was in-shape for a driver.
“Can you take me to the town?”
“Of course!” he said with enthusiasm, gesturing to the passenger door.
[FM] I [24F] let my cousin’s hot teacher [26M] finger me in an empty classroom
When I started grad school several years ago, I had to move across the country from my parents, siblings, and lifelong friends. I suddenly found myself in a new city with no support system except for one unfamiliar cluster of cousins who lived a couple towns over. What started out as an occasional dinner so that I could eat a home-cooked meal and see a friendly face quickly turned into weekly babysitting and a carpool rotation. Soon enough, I had after school pick up responsibilities in exchange for unlimited use of their car, free laundry, and the right to raid their fridge down to its bones.
My little cousins were the lights of my life. The younger one, Isaac, had just turned ten, and the older one, Shoshana, was close to thirteen when I moved to town. For those of you who aren’t Jewish and didn’t grow up in NYC or Chicago, turning thirteen means that Shoshana was about to become Bat Mitzvah’ed. A Bat Mitzvah for girls and a Bar Mitzvah for boys is a religious rite of passage where the thirteen year old sings from the Jewish religious text in front of the whole congregation and their guests. There’s also usually the perk of a massive party afterwards with dancing and games with all the other kids in their grade. The ceremony traditionally signifies becoming an adult in the eyes of the community, but today in more secular synagogues it’s a general rite of passage and excuse to party as the kid goes through puberty.
Imprisoned in Paradise Ch 2
Link to Chapter One:
[https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/gtnhe7/imprisoned_in_paradise/](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/gtnhe7/imprisoned_in_paradise/)
Cleanup and “redressing” is distant and quicker than usual, as Dr. Janet seems to be in a massive hurry. The more I question her about the surprise guest or *guests* the less attention she pays to me. No usual teasing or taunting, just emotionless surgical procedure. Ahhhhh, cold, cold. She presses freezing washcloth on my most delicate area, which is far more sensitive than it normally is, post orgasm. I shake all over and watch the shrinkage take it’s toll immediately. It’s the only way to fit me back into my cage, but there has to be a less invasive alternative. Normally there’s some taunting and tease, but nothing today. Like I don’t exist anymore.
As Dr. Janet presses against me, struggling to undo my arm straps, jostling up and down, I can feel her taught body. She may be trying to ignore me, but her arousal is still very evident.
Ouch… The familiar sting is back. That’s the problem with a ruined orgasm, physically the pressure resides but MENTALLY I am more turned on than ever.