Yes Headmaster [fM][role play][spanking][insertion][interracial Asian]

The school girl clothes were laid out on my bed. White panties, white knee socks, a white short-sleeve button down shirt, a short plaid skirt and a blue blazer; all a size small. I sighed before undressing from my jeans and t-shirt to put them on. Why do I have to look like a sixteen year old girl? At twenty one, I wish I had bigger breasts instead of 32A titties and a woman’s face like other girls on social media. I still looked the same as I did when I went to high school in my native Japan. I’m the typical Japanese girl; a petite body, fair skin, with long black hair. Nothing special. But then again, my looks are helping me pay for college and lifestyle here in the United States. As my friends here in the States say, it’s all good.

After dressing, I put a little sheer pink lip gloss on my little lips. I was now ready for Mr. Schaffer. I checked my bank account on my phone’s app to see he had transferred a thousand dollars into it. I was ready to go.

Downing Abbey – Chapter 10 [MF]

(Lucas)

Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

They say sex with a limp receiver isn’t enjoyable. Well that’s bullshit, especially if the reason for her lack of participation is a knotted tie. I didn’t blink once as I linked her wrists to the bedposts, but right now, my eyes could barely stay open. While my inner cavemen was flexing with pride in the moonlight, pulling all the weight for two hours was exhausting.

And I loved every second of it.

A tight whimper as I massaged her cheeks reminded me that they were beautifully tender from the less-than-gentle treatment, and her backside displayed every shade between salmon and maroon. This was my favorite time of day, of existence – touching Abigail after taking her for a ride on the Orgasm Express.

‘Fuck, I’m so well fucked, so entirely fucking fucked,’ she murmured as she turned her back to me and put a hand on my thigh, an invitation for post-sex spooning.

Friend Visits a Nudist Beach [MF][MFF][Cheating]

My best friend Jessica since high school has had a sexual life that most people wish they could have. She’s confident, sexual and beautiful. She was my very first sexual experience, she gave me a blowjob that to this day we joke about (will write about soon). Most of us have that friend we talk sex and details, She has always been that person. I think we use these get each other off, since she’s now married.

One of her stories shes told me was her trip to a nudist beach with her boyfriend and another couple after college. It was something she always wanted to do, so she convinced a friend to go with them. The moment they arrived she could feel her friends boyfriend (Matt) glancing at her while they all stripped down. To be fair, they were all checking each other out. Jessica has a light olive completion, a beautiful thick butt with matching hips and very small breasts, We always joke that she’s made for breeding but not milking. Her friend Gina, is a beautiful blonde with b cups with plate skin and small butt. I’ve met her a few times and once I heard this story I made it my mission to become friends. Anyway to Jess’s surprise Matt was bigger than she actually expected bigger than her boyfriend James. She said she felt sexy that he kept looking at her and she could tell her was getting somewhat excited.

Losing my virginity to a squirter [MF]

Sorry this is kind of long, with a lot of background. The actual sex part is denoted by the line. Hope you enjoy!

When I went to college, it was the first time in my life where I met and hung out with girls on a regular basis. It’s not like I didn’t know girls in high school, just at that point in my life me and my buddies were more interested in smoking pot and playing video games and ping pong in our parent’s basements. So fast forward to freshman year, I am living in a coed dorm, and am surrounded by girls! Now don’t get me wrong, I was/am no lady killer, but I it was a pleasant change having pretty girls around to hang out with other than just seeing in classes.

River floating and a MILF-ish [mF] [public] [premature] [long]

This happened back in my early years of college when I went on a good ol’ float trip with a group of friends from school. In Texas (at least) when people ask you to go floating or tubing with them it always means getting your innertube ready and buying/drinking as much alcohol as humanly possible. Tubing is the best place to soak up the hot Texas summer sun as you lay back, drink and embark on a 3-4 hour float with your best friends and good music. Most of the time it’s usually one or two hours of drinking heavenly and one to two hours of being shit face plastered and trying not to drown.

On this trip it was 10-12 of us. Chase was there and at the time him and I were just becoming great friends so we still kept our cool around each other. Mostly trying to impress/not make living together as roommates a nightmare.

Timebenders 2: Channel-Surfing, Chapter 9 [timestop nc mf]

#*Sorry so late again! I suck. Busy week. I bought a car!*
—–
The sun was shining, birds were singing, and Pyotr was headed to meet his best friend for lunch.
They had met in their first semester at University, and had been inseparable for nearly a year. It was a great feeling, having a “bro” to count on, after so many years pretty much alone in high school with nobody but his sisters to confide in. It had been even worse when he came to America for school, knowing nobody on the whole continent and having to navigate a new culture along with his studies.
But Jeremy was different. He was a true friend, always willing to lend an ear, and with infinite patience for Pyotr’s sometimes-thick accent. Pyotr felt like he could tell Jeremy everything, and in fact he pretty much had done so. Sometimes they would just talk or play video games for what felt like hours, but afterward only minutes would have passed. Jeremy had suggested that they just enjoyed hanging out so much that time felt different, but Pyotr had a different theory.
Pyotr was a physics student. Jeremy was more into electronics and computer science, so sometimes he didn’t see the same things that Pyotr saw. To him, the world was made up of logic and flow charts. But Pyotr’s world was filled with uncertainty on the quantum level. And uncertainty meant possibilities. Like the possibility of proving that the differing perception of passage of time could be more than just in the mind.
With Jeremy’s help, he would do it one day. He would build a time machine.
-*-*-
Pyotr spotted his friend sitting at one of the outdoor benches and headed over. He was excited to discuss the new book he’d been reading about relativity, but a flash of red in the sun made him put that on the back burner. Petra was out today.
Petra was Jeremy’s girlfriend. They had been living together for as long as Pyotr had known them. Jeremy was completely devoted to her; he called her his Princess. It was a sweet story: they’d grown up next door, been high school sweethearts, and moved away to go to school together, escaping her cruel father and overbearing mother.
There was something sad about Petra that Pyotr could never quite put his finger on, however. Something in the way her face would go blank when she wasn’t doing anything and when nobody was talking to her. Pyotr thought maybe there was more to the story, that she’d had something really bad happen in her past, but he really didn’t want to pry.
Petra tended to have bouts of depression that kept her indoors sometimes, but when she came out on the campus it was always a little brighter of a day. The lunches she made were delicious, and just being around her made Pyotr feel a little happy. He didn’t have a crush on her himself, of course. He just liked her as a friend, and he loved to see her and Jeremy together.
“Hey, Pete,” Jeremy said, smiling and gesturing to the seat opposite himself and his girlfriend. “Have a seat. We brought extra.”
Pyotr sat down and grabbed a sandwich from a plate on the table. “Thanks. You make these, Petra?”
“She did,” Jeremy said, patting her hand on the table. “She’s been feeling a lot better lately.”
“That’s great to hear. I’m sure everyone missed you.”
Petra smiled. “Thanks, Pyotr,” she said.
“Is nothing. Jeremy, I wanted to tell you about the book I am reading.” He bit into the sandwich, taking a moment to enjoy the taste or perfectly-mixed tuna and mayo. “Mm. That’s good. So anyway, this book… it’s got some really exciting theories. The author thinks that if you could find a way to generate a strong enough neutrino bubble, you could make a small machine slide out of sync with Earth’s time, since it would bend the gravity waves around it.”
Jeremy raised a brow. “You know, I really think you’ll get it done. You understand so much more of this stuff than me.”
“Do not worry, I will still need someone to build the machine. We will do it together!”
Jeremy grinned. “You know, speaking of time machines… I think it’s about time I showed you something. But you have to keep it a secret.”
“You know I can keep a secret.”
“Well… it’s a pretty big secret. Petra, why don’t you head home while I fill my bro here in on a few things.”
-*-*-
“You are messing with me.”
“I swear I’m not. It works, I just don’t know how.”
“So you have a device that manipulates time. You have had it over one year. And you are just now telling me this?”
“It’s not exactly something we like to advertise. And I don’t use it all that often. I can’t get it to run in reverse without almost killing me, and there’s just too much risk involved. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt.”
“And you think I can figure it out?”
“Pyotr, you’re a genius. I know you can figure this stuff out. I want to lend it to you for a little while, see what you come up with.” He placed a small cardboard box on the table between them. “Never mind the wires in the back. I added them so I could plug in a control device.”
Pyotr took the box, nodding solemnly. “Your secret is safe with me. I will see what I can do.”
-*-*-
Pyotr chuckled to himself, sitting in the grass on a little hill overlooking the campus. Imagine, a second-year Comp Sci student having the secret to time control in a box. What a laugh. He’d played along to see how far Jeremy was willing to go; clearly there was some sort of punchline coming. He just didn’t know what it was yet.
The box held two items: a notebook, and a remote control. The notebook was a plain gray one with a spiral spine, and the remote was one of the old universal ones that people used to spend hours trying to set up so they wouldn’t need a second control to use a VCR.
Pyotr laughed, flipping through the notebook. According to the notes, the remote could control time. What a ludicrous idea. It worked like an old VCR, too. Pause, Play, Fast Forward, Frame Skip, Rewind… although rewind was apparently very limited.
Pyotr rolled his eyes. A device like this, if it was real, would have changed everything. It also would’ve probably either killed its user or everyone else. What with the speed of the Earth’s movement and the risk of whiplash to anyone you so much as bumped into, not to mention the sonic booms you’d leave everywhere behind you. Pyotr’s dream had been to travel from one point in time to another. This was another level of fantasy beyond it. Still, he thought, it was fun to imagine. He picked up the remote, pointed it out at the campus, and pressed Pause.
The silence was what hit him first. Nobody really notices the amount of noise they live with day to day; it’s just a background ambience. The silence washed over Pyotr like a wave, deafening and at the same time clear and relieving. His ears popped, filling with the sound of his own breathing.
Pyotr stood up and took a step. The grass where he’d been didn’t spring back up; there was a perfect impression left where he’d sat. A few yards away, a bird hung in the air, frozen on its approach to a tree branch. And down the hill, dozens of students stood perfectly still.
Not stood, he realized as he walked toward them. Very few were actually standing with both feet planted on the ground. Most were in the middle of walking from one place to another, halted mid-stride by some unknown force. Halted by Pyotr, and the remote.
“Bozhe moi,” Pyotr whispered, walking out onto the sidewalk and waving his hand in front of a student’s unblinking face. “It actually works.”
-*-*-
Pyotr was a scientist before anything else. He established a safety, starting and stopping time several times to ensure that he had the effect under control, then began taking notes on the properties of the phenomenon.
Inertia seemed to be conserved in objects almost at the moment they left contact with him. A ball thrown would stop less than an inch from his hand, hanging in the air, but would resume moving when time started. A ball placed in the air would hang there, dropping to the ground when time re-exerted itself. But if the ball was stopped and picked up, then placed somewhere else, its inertia would vanish, a puzzle that perplexed Pyotr to no end. The laws of time might be broken, but that didn’t mean the laws of thermodynamics no longer applied.
Even worse, Pyotr found that if he just nudged an object instead of grabbing it, he could change its position without changing its direction. He could push a dart into position to make it hit a bull’s-eye, or even turn it around with two fingertips to make it fly back the way it came, but the moment his hand closed around it, its motion died completely. It seemed to support the idea he’d read about with the neutrino bubble; as long as an object remained at least outside his field of effect, it behaved as normal, but once he exerted enough effect on its surface it slipped out of time with him. The effect worked the same with large objects, provided he had two hands on the object, and he wondered for a moment just how large of a thing he might manage to move, since gravity was no longer making any sort of lifting difficult. It was a lot like what he imagined it would be like to live in microgravity, except that anything he let go of would stop moving, and he couldn’t float around.
The experimentation was slow and deliberate, and Pyotr soon found himself rubbing his eyes wearily. He hadn’t had a lot of sleep the night before, and now that he’d been in and out of stopped time for a few hours he was starting to get tired. He walked back to the hill where he’d originally used the remote, leaving footprints in the grass, and laid down in the sun to take a nap.
The sun was still shining when he awoke. According to his watch, five hours had passed. He stretched and rubbed his face, then stopped in surprise. He ran his hand up and down his cheek. There was no hair growth at all. He’d been using the remote long enough for at least half a day to pass, relatively speaking, and yet his hair hadn’t grown, which seemed to indicate that he was no longer aging while he used the device, which was just impossible.
And nothing excites a theoretical physicist more than seeing the impossible.
Pyotr did every test he could think of, moving solids, liquids, and gases, measuring the movement of a sunbeam to establish that time was in fact stopped and not slowed, picking up objects to bring them out of time, and even testing whether an insect on his arm and in his hand would be stopped along with him.
There was really only one thing left to do: human experimentation.
Pyotr was dying to test how people reacted to non-temporal stimuli. He went out onto the campus again, looking around at all the students and faculty who were trying to go about their day. He had never been a big fan of unethical experimentation, of course, but then he had never held the greatest discovery in human history in his hands, either.
The basics were simple to test. Pyotr knew from Jeremy’s instructions that bumping or moving someone wouldn’t cause fatal whiplash, which was a definite concern. Changing people’s poses – an arm raised or lowered, for instance – seemed to confuse but not alarm them; they would behave as though they had experienced a twitch or muscle spasm when time started again. Moving someone to a slightly different position caused disorientation and mild dizziness. Interestingly, it was easy to move someone back to their original position and posture; Pyotr suspected it had something to do with the vacuum of displaced air where they were removed from, but the effect was strong enough that perhaps other forces were at work as well.
Checking his notes, he realized that he was going to have to be more invasive to actually view responses in the test subjects. First he tried “appearing and disappearing” – standing in the middle of a crowded area, he started time and then stopped it a second later. Several people seemed to notice that someone had been where he was, but nobody really made much of it. They didn’t fully realize what they’d seen, but anyone walking toward the place where he had appeared veered around as if avoiding an invisible person.
Auditory stimulation was less successful. Since all the noise he made was compressed into an instant, Pyotr was unable to make anyone notice more than what was probably a loud burst of sound, like a thump or a click.
However, tactile stimulus was very noticeable in his subjects. He tried tapping shoulders, nudging elbows, brushing a hand across a cheek. In all cases, the subjects felt as though someone had touched them, some even looking around for whoever it was.
Pyotr sat on a picnic table, eating french fries from an unwary student’s cafeteria tray and pondering the situation. He certainly wasn’t a Behavioral Studies major, but it was still intriguing to test people’s reactions, and the things they noticed or didn’t notice might prove useful in understanding what was going on when he used the remote.
A young couple standing under a tree nearby caught his eye. The boy was in the middle of saying something; the girl was clearly paying attention, but did not seem terribly interested. Pyotr’s mind raced with ideas for how he might test their reactions as he set the fries down and stood.
-*-*-
Ashley clenched her jaw a little tighter, fighting not to roll her eyes and holding her plastered-on smile. She really hated guys like Brad: entitled, self-absorbed, ignorant morons. Sadly, that was the price she’d have to pay if she wanted a boyfriend who could afford to give her the things she wanted. And Brad was definitely a good candidate in that respect.
All the boxes were checked off. His family was rich. He had access to his trust account. He wasn’t ugly or gross; in fact he was handsome, if you were into broad shoulders and square jawlines. Ashley preferred long hair, full lips, and a D-cup, but that was irrelevant. Besides, just because she was dating a jock didn’t mean she couldn’t play with her girlfriends when they were alone.
Still, the conversation was never-ending. It had hurt trying not to roll her eyes before when he went on about fantasy football, but now he had digressed to some backward hick rant about Mexicans and refugees. If he would just get it over with and ask her out, she could be free of this torture.
It was her own fault, she reflected. With her long blonde hair, fair skin, and thin body, she could have just flirted her way into Brad’s pants, and by extension his wallet. But that would mean putting out a lot, and she really didn’t want to do that. No, she had to be the listener, the confidante, the cute girl he could talk to. Laugh at his jokes, smile, seem interested, and he’d spend all his time boring her instead of groping her. She thought she’d found a loophole, a way out of the game, but right now she was envying some of the other girls who just acted dumb and let the guys fuck them.
She was just contemplating bailing out of the conversation when something happened. For some reason, she had a sudden picture in her mind of Brad with no shirt on. It was weird; almost like, for a split second, he’d been bare-chested, but still carried on talking to her.
Brad didn’t seem to notice anything, of course. Ashley rubbed her eyes. She must be getting tired; it wasn’t like her to have fantasies about men without-
“Hey Ash, you okay?” Brad said.
Ashley shook her head, feeling the heat in her cheeks and forehead. “I’m fine,” she lied.
“Good. Anyway, the wall will-”
Ashley took a deep breath, willing herself to stop blushing. There was no way this was happening. No way had she just fantasized about Brad Pinkton naked, with sunlight bringing out every edge and curve of his muscular body. No way had she just imagined his cock, so close she could just reach out and touch it.
A breeze or something blew by, and Ashley shivered. She could feel her nipples stiffening, poking into the padding of the push-up bra she wore to “accent” her curves. That in itself was bizarre; she usually couldn’t feel the wind through the padded cups. Even stranger, it felt warm, like someone had been rubbing and pinching her breasts instead of just the air moving across them.
The chill was barely gone when her brain messed with her again. This time, Brad was naked again, but his cock was standing at attention. It was much longer and thicker than before, with a slight upward curve. At the same time, she felt a tingling between her legs, as if something had brushed across her pussy.
She blinked, and the vision was gone. The bulge in Brad’s pants, on the other hand, was very real. She could see it outlined against his upper thigh, and it looked like her imagination wasn’t far from the truth with regards to his size.
Biting her bottom lip, Ashley stepped closer. “Hey Brad,” she heard herself say, “you wanna get outta here?”
-*-*-
Pyotr chuckled to himself. He’d had no idea that people were so easy to manipulate. Granted, it was hardly difficult to convince University students to have sex, but still, it took almost no effort at all to convince the girl, Ashley, that she was interested in her companion Brad’s body. Just a couple of flashes and a little stimulation. As for Brad, well, all Pyotr had to do was show Ashley’s breasts to him for a second and he was apparently ready to go.
Pyotr followed as they walked quickly toward the parking lot and Brad’s large black SUV. When they got in and closed the doors, he stopped time and entered the back seat. After all, a good scientist must document all the results of his experiments. Besides, what man turns down a free show?
-*-*-
Ashley moaned, leaning back in the big passenger’s seat. Brad was driving with only his left hand, taking her somewhere – she didn’t know or care where – while his right was in her panties, two big fingers pumping slowly into her pussy. She was soaking them and her panties already, although a part of her still wondered why she was even doing this.
Brad pulled her hand over and wrapped it around his dick. Ashley started stroking him without thinking about it, opening her eyes and looking over at him. He was eerily similar to her fantasy, right down to that upward curve, and he was rock hard already. She stroked a little faster, moaning again as she felt her pleasure building.
Suddenly, just as she was almost there, Brad pulled his hand away. He reached up and cupped the back of her neck, pulling her down toward his lap and guiding her mouth down around his cock. Ashley started to pull back, groaning in annoyance at his selfishness.
She managed to get as far as the tip when something washed over her. It felt like every inch of her body was softly caressed at the same time. Her skin broke out in goosebumps, sending a shiver up her spine.
The shiver was followed by a jolt of pleasure radiating out from her crotch. Ashley moaned and sucked Brad’s cock back into her mouth, breathing fast through her nose as the haze of cumming pushed out her thoughts. By the time it passed, she found herself bobbing up and down, stroking Brad’s length with her lips, tongue, and fingers, while Brad’s hand on her head guided her to go faster and deeper.
Ashley lost track of how long she was down there, sucking, stroking, smearing Brad to the base with her spit as he tried to reach her throat. She kept her fingers in the way so he couldn’t gag her, but it was a near thing even with her hand there.
Finally, just as her jaw was getting tired, Brad pulled over and let her up. “Backseat,” he demanded, kicking off his shoes and shoving his pants down onto the floor of the cab.
Ashley pushed turned and crawled between the seats. On her way past, Brad grabbed the waist of her jeans, so she let him pull them off, revealing her ass and her little red thong.
She barely had time to get onto the seat before Brad followed her, pulling off her top and pushing her down on her back, kissing her hard and grinding his cock against the damp spot on her panties. He pushed her bra up and cupped one of her tits, squeezing it greedily, then reached down to pull her panties to the side, spreading her thighs and pressing his tip to her entrance.
“Mh.. w-wait, do you have a-” Ashley tried to object, but her words turned into cries of pleasure. Her pussy was on fire; it felt like the best vibrator in the world had just kissed her clit. She came again, shivering all over, hips bucking up reflexively.
Brad took advantage of the reflex, grabbing her by the hipbones and thrusting. Ashley cried louder as she felt herself stretch open, squeezing tight around every inch but too slick to even slow him down. Brad sank to the hilt, and Ashley could feel him pushing on the back of her passage before he pulled back and thrust in again.
-*-*-
Pyotr stopped time and adjusted himself. There was nothing worse than getting an erection when you couldn’t move to fix it, and no living man could have watched this without getting one. He shifted, stretching his legs and moving out of his hiding place on the floor of the front seat, crawling in back to get a closer look.
It still took surprisingly little “convincing” to get his subjects to keep escalating their encounter. Brad had needed none at all. Ashley, on the other hand, was clearly reluctant. When Brad shoved himself in her mouth, she had nearly ended it, but Pyotr’s intervention had overwhelmed her so much that she’d sucked him like a whore. All he’d done was trail his fingers all over her skin, then rubbed between her legs for a minute or so.
The second time Ashley had objected, Pyotr went with a more localized response. He’d moved Brad out of the way and sat, reading a book on his phone while one hand slowly and gently teased Ashley’s clitoris. He had no idea how long he’d done it for, but for Ashley it was a mere instant, and she had responded dramatically. He would have to remember that trick; women would probably appreciate a man who could make them cum in an instant.
Of course, all this observation and teasing was not without its toll. Pyotr’s cock ached in his jeans, straining to be free and leaving a little sticky spot on the inside of his thigh. He reached up and cupped Ashley’s breast, rubbing the front of his jeans while he considered the situation.
Oh well, he thought as he unzipped and started to stroke himself. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t already tainted the results of the experiment.
He knelt on the front seat, unpausing time and watching as Brad started pumping into Ashley. There was no slow build-up, either; the man went right to work, thrusting in and out, each grunt and thrust met with a cry or a moan from the girl.
They clumsily pulled her bra off, and Brad arched his back so he could suck on Ashley’s little pink nipples while he drove into her harder. Ashley’s face shifted rapidly between a masque of pleasure and a wince of pain, and Pyotr had to wonder if she was used to such forceful treatment from such a well-endowed man. Something told him she wasn’t, and the thought of it made his own dick throb in his hand.
Pyotr matched Brad’s thrusts with his own strokes, watching as the man pulled Ashley’s legs around his waist and started grinding harder into her, crushing her body under his own and moaning next to her ear.
“Baby here it comes,” Brad moaned. His thrusts got faster and became more erratic.
Ashley, apparently in the midst of her own climax, grabbed his sides and pushed back. Brad got the hint and pulled out, grabbing his cock and rapidly pumping it and groaning loudly.
Pyotr stopped time and crawled in the back seat again. It seemed that his timing was perfect; there was an inch of white cum protruding from Brad’s cock already, frozen in the air. Pyotr turned away from him and knelt over Ashley’s body.
Even in disarray like this, she was quite beautiful. Her hair had spilled across the seat under her like a golden sheet, and the sweat on her skin caught the sun in a way that made it seem like a spotlight was shining on her. Her small breasts were thrust toward the heavens; she’d been panting and frozen in the middle of a deep breath. And down between her legs, her shaved pussy glistened, coated in her own lubricants.
Pyotr’s breath caught in his throat; he realized he was still stroking his cock and was dangerously close to cumming. In fact, there was no time to stop. Stroking faster, he shot hard; streams of cum flew from him and froze in mid-air, hovering over Ashley’s face and breasts.
Pyotr sat back on his heels, breathing hard. He wiped the sweat from his brow, then took a minute to catch his breath.
There were three long strands of fluid extending from where he’d been and two shorter ones. Pyotr made a note to determine the relationship between speed and distance travelled when objects left his control, since it suggested a set amount of relative time until things froze. He readjusted, zipped up, and got into the front seat, once more peeking carefully to watch Brad and Ashley as he started time.
Pyotr’s cum hit Ashley first, landing on her face and breast with an audible splat and making her flinch in surprise. Brad’s load followed, thoroughly covering her chest and stomach.
“Whew, babe, that was great,” Brad said, leaning back on the side door.
Ashley wiped Pyotr’s cum off her face and looked up at Brad. “Y-yeah… I guess it was, wasn’t it?”

[mf] first time in front of her sleeping roommate

This is my first post so please take it easy on me. I’m a long time lurker and just had this incredibly hot fuck with my girlfriend and just had to share it.
So here’s the background, me and my girlfriend went to high school together and are now sophomores in college. She is at university of Maine and I am at penn state. So we only get to see each other on the weekends. And we try and make as much as we can with the time we have and fuck every free second we get. She has a roommate but she parties a lot so we normally have a lot of alone time. But this weekend her roommate stayed in, but my girlfriend was hornier than I have ever seen her.
So on Saturday night around 12 my girlfriend and I are under the covers watching TV on her laptop. Her roommate is doing the same in her bed not even 5 feet away. And then my girlfriend gives me the look, the look every guy knows. The I need your dick now look. The lights are already off so my girlfriend slowly works her hand down and starts to jerk me off. I didn’t Pay to much attention to it as she does this when she is bored and it doesn’t lead to anything most times, and her roommate is right their. But then her roommate feel asleep.
At this point my girlfriend has been jerking and edging me for 45 minutes now and i am ready to burst. When she sees that her roommate has fallen asleep she rolls onto her said and mouths the words “I need your cum inside of me now” so we are in the spooning position and I start pumping but my girlfriend stops me and says “I’m making to much noise and I’m going to wake up her roommate” so she starts slowly twerking, and squeezing, on the head of my throbbing cock. And then she slams down all the way and I fill her with so much cum that it starts pouring out of her. She leaves to go get cleaned up and I am just laying there in awe of what just happened. We’ve never done anything like that with someone in the room. And we really enjoyed it, so we are already talking about doing it a lot more.
Hope you guys enjoyed. If you have any pointers for stories in the future let me know. I have a couple more fun stories that I can share if you are interested.

[FM] [Long] The teacher fantasy

So back in high school (about 2 years ago now) there was this hot teacher, well call Adam. Adam was pretty much every girls fantasy. They’d go into his class and just talk with him, or take extra long to drop off papers. They’d want his class just to look at him. He was also 27, while I was 18. I didn’t think he was very good looking until the second semester of my senior year. When that happen, it’s like he noticed me as well. Once, walking to my car after school one day I caught him checking me out. If we saw each other in the hallways we’d smile. I was in yearbook and had to interview people for my page, I ended up in his classroom, and no exaggeration he acted like he only noticed me (I was in there with 2 other people) Anyways, cut to graduarion and were in those lines to rehearse. My line ended up being right next to his. I was at the back, he was at the back, again he checked me out. Coincidentally, he also ended up walking next to me on the way to the parking lot as well. Anyways, to the fantasy!
About a month after graduation my friend told me to add Adam on Facebook. I did, he accepted pretty much right away. Nothing happened for a while until a drunken Friday night. I was scrolling through my feed, champagne drunk & I decided to check Adam out. I liked a few of his pics, he liked a few of mine, back and forth back and forth. Then his slid into my DMs with that sexual sly face emoji and it went bananas from there. We talked all day everyday, about everything. After a few days I brought up if he actually knew who I was (a student) he did, and he admitted to checking me out. So that was that, no mystery. A few days after that he invited me to his house. I was against it at first but figured fuck it, I’m legal, he knows who I am, I’ll go for it. I didn’t think anything would happen, it was a Wednesday night, he had school the next day, it was already 8 when I got there. Keep in mind, before him I only had one long term boyfriend and sexual partner. I was naive. We actually did end up doing the deed, whatever. I thought it was amazing, his dick was huge, his head game was awesome. I was impressed. We ended up “dating” from there. I say that because it was basically just me going to his house, us talking for hours and having sex. He took me on a few dates, to a concert and out to eat. That’s where I was introduced to pouring cans of beer into plastic cups and drinking and driving. I only sucked him off once because he was so big (again, no experience) I know I was terrible. He never made me cum, and he lasted for either 2 mins or an hour. His head game was pretty good tho.
I stayed the night a lot. We’d cuddle pretty much the whole night, until I got hot or he turned over. He loved sleeping naked, I was not very comfortable but did anyways. I don’t know if he didn’t get dressed because he was drunk most of the nights or if he just liked it. He was very emotionally unstable, I think his last breakup really fucked with him. After about 3 months he just stopped replying to me the day after I went to one of his football games (he was a coach). I texted him a few weeks later and he said he was great and happy. Maybe I was a lapse in judgment, maybe I was a rebound. All I do know is I wasn’t his only student fling.

Rear Entry [Mf]

Mark was annoyed when he got the rear door of the McNair’s house. They were good neighbors and had helped him out in the past, but he didn’t want to have keep walking over here to check for Sam’s “important letter.” He shared a backyard property line with them and had to cross some brush that inevitably scratched his hands every fucking time. But Sam said this letter had some information he really needed while he and his wife were on vacation.

He found the magnetic key box hidden under the small back porch and unlocked the door. He walked through the kitchen and living room to check the mail on the floor under the mail slot. He picked up and sorted the mail. No letter. He put the pile on a small table next to the stairs with the rest of the mail he’d picked up the last 3 days.

It was cool and drizzly outside, so he was in no hurry to get back home. Besides Margie was on the rag and being really nasty today. Maybe he’d hang out here for a bit and watch one of the college games. Sam had a much better TV than him anyway.