The Time My Girlfriend [F] Gave Head to Her Brother’s Friend [M]

A few summers ago before we met, my girlfriend went home after her freshman year of college to stay with family until she returned to campus in the fall. Her younger brother, who was about to graduate high school, was also home at the time. He played travel soccer and one of his teammate’s was spending the night because they planned to drive to their match together in the morning.

My girlfriend told me she had a crush on this guy for awhile, and they would often exchange flirty texts with each other. According to her, the boys spent most of the night playing video games before heading to bed. Her brother slept in his room upstairs, while his friend slept on their couch on the first floor.

She confessed to me that she’d been a bit dick-deprived since leaving campus, so she decided to act on some of the flirty texts that the two had exchanged in the past. So, my girlfriend walks downstairs wearing nothing but a t-shirt and undies. Her brother’s friend is still awake, so she takes a seat next to him on the couch and they start chatting.

I [M] cheated with my ex [F] through college

I (now a 23M) would have the nastiest sex of my life with my ex (now a 23F) while dating my girlfriend at the time as 19 year olds

Don’t take this as an endorsement for infidelity, I was 19 and foolish and would never do this now, but it was fun while it lasted.

I dated a girl all through high school, we can call her Allie. Allie was about 5’8”, medium length dark brown hair, curvy, and very innocent looking. I was the only guy she had ever been with. Then, she cheated on me in college and we broke up. After some time, I started dating another girl I had met, we can call her Katie. I would run into Allie almost every day in college, as our classes were near each other and my fraternity was often involved in socials with her sorority. One day at a social, she pulled me into the hallway so we were alone, sat me down and said she wanted to apologize for everything. I told her I forgave her and we could move past it. We stood up and hugged and went back into the social.

[F]un summer break during college. Part 1

Here is another story, or rather relationship my husband is always interested in hearing more about. It was my most sexual summer in college so I’ll tell it in parts.

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A little backstory

I went to an In-state university and ended up conveniently becoming best friends with a girl from the next city from mine, let’s call her Amanda. It actually was even better than that because I lived on the far side of my town and was actually closer to her town than my own.

I had a lot of classes with Amanda that sophomore year and when the school year was over, we made plans to hang out all summer.

That first weekend I went to meet Amanda at a local bar in her town and was surprised to be introduced to dozens of friends from her high school. Since it was the first weekend home, I should have figured it would be a reunion, but it was fun to see who she was friends with and there were a couple cute boys in the group as well.

I [M] finished inside the annoying guy’s girl [F]

Restrictions lifted and my friends and I decided to go book an cottage in cottage country. It was mostly guys with a few of their girlfriends and some of their single friends. All in all, it looked like it was going to be fun at least. Lots of quarantine sexual tensions rising, I was hopeful something would happen.

One of the friends in my friend circle is a dick. Let’s call him Paul. I really don’t like him if I’m honest. Growing up he was a total dick, liked to bully a lot, and now surprisingly has confidence issues. But from time to time needs to assert his dominance and make sure we know he is alfa. Then a few hours pass and he tries to be vulnerable. He’s kind of weird like that. Only reason why we’re in touch is because of our mutual friends, otherwise we don’t have a relationship.

Paul brought the girl he was dating, they weren’t too serious or anything by the sound of it. I instantly recognized her. We used to play tennis together in high school and we kind of had a thing for each other, we’d give each other compliments a lot. Really cringey and dumb, but we were kids.

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.

My very first story ‘We Need to Talk’ [MF] [Vanilla]

We Need to Talk

Chapter 1

I had been sitting in the bar for an hour or so. I had already had several shots, trying to forget, when a woman sat down at the bar next to me. She was stunning. Shoulder length golden hair. Dark eyes that seemed to see straight into your soul. Ruby red lips with a bright smile. She was petite, with large but firm natural breasts. She was extremely sexy, but in my current state of mind I couldn’t really appreciated how beautiful she was.

“Hi.” She said with that bright smile. “Mind if I sit here?”

“Sure,” I said flatly “knock yourself out.

She ordered a drink and turning back to me with that piercing gaze, “So what brings you here tonight? ”

“Just hanging out.” I said noncommittally. I know I was being kinda rude, but at the moment I didn’t really care. All I could think about was what happened to me a few days before…

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My heart had skipped a beat and sank into the pit of my stomach. I just heard four words that very seldomly preceded anything good, “We need to talk.”

The Problem of Three Little Virgins Pt1. [Mf][Cons]

Saturday, 11:00am, precisely. The doorbell rang. James was puzzled, who would be visiting him at this time, Girl Scouts? He saw silhouettes in the stained glass panels of the door, but he couldn’t see who it was. He opened the door, saying “Hi-” he looked and it was his niece, Hope, with two of her friends.

“Hi Uncle James,” Hope said, cheerily, “We were going to a friend’s place, and thought you might be a little lonely as Aunt Cass is stuck in Birmingham for a few weeks. Thought we would cheer you up!”

Hope barged her way in and the other two followed her. “Uncle James, this is Peta and this is Alex, friends of mine.”

“Hi ladies,” he said, “This is a surprise, wasn’t expecting you.”

“Yeah, I know,” Hope said, “Just rang mom and left a message, telling her where we were. Thought it had been a while since I saw you, so here we are.”

James was going to be busy a little later, so wasn’t worried about them being here and for the next twenty odd minutes, they made small talk, with Peta and Alex getting to know Hope’s uncle. The conversation died a little and it was then that Hope asked her uncle, the big question.

Amy’s Exploits [Threesome] [Strangers] [Sex As Payment] [Creampie]

*For recurring readers: The other stories (Sarah and Charlotte) are not forgotten! I will continue them, but this story has been in the works for a really long time.*

Driving through the outskirts of the Chihuahuan desert, Amy sat in her old Camaro and noticed how her tank reserves got awfully low. Barely an hour had passed since she had left home.

”Waaait, it’s at 10% already?”

Fortunately, she had brought a good ol’ reliable map with her, and the knowledge she had gathered over the last 18 years. Having been on road trips dozens of times, she knew that the next gas station was right around the corner.

“Where is my wallet?”

Amy Anderson was the type of girl, who should never be responsible for a car trip. Especially not a nine-hour trip through the Texas desert, with her father’s old, dusty rust bucket.

“Oh, no…“

Despite her High School Diploma, and her ambitions to go to college, Amy was a total airhead, forgetting things left and right. It was embarrassing.

“Hey! At least I have my phone charger, okay?”

[MF] Putting a stuck-up little rich girl in her place.

“Be quiet,” Olivia grunted, struggling against her restraints, her eighteen-year-old ass wiggling deliciously before me. “Or my dad will hear.”

I grabbed her hard by her dirty blonde hair, forcing her head back, arching her back. In the mirror across the room, I saw a look of pained ecstasy on her young face as her pert tits thrust forward. I slid a hand between her ass cheeks, my fingers covered in lube, as I teased her open. She bit her lip.

“You don’t tell me what to do anymore,” I growled in her ear. “You keep your mouth shut, or I’ll shut it for you.”

She nodded hurriedly, her mouth opening in a wide, silent moan of pain and pleasure as I began to slide into her ass.

“Yes, Sir…” she whispered, barely audible. The New York City skyline glittered in the distance from her bedroom window as I embedded myself up to the hilt in her tightness. A single tear slid out of the corner of her eye, running over her Tiffany necklace—the only thing she wore—before dissipating on the pink tip of her flushed breast.

The Pool Boy [MF]

I got a summer job cleaning pool around my town since I wanted to save money for college. I had just graduated high school and my parents spent my college tuition on a new boat so here I am. It wasn’t the most exciting job since I do it alone most of the time so you don’t have the pleasure of co-workers to fuck with. The heat this summer was also brutal, so I was always wearing my short swimming trunks and tank tops to keep cool.

The request came in for a new client in a high end neighborhood across town and the boss gave it to me. He told me to mind my manners and make sure I do a good job because the people in this neighborhood tip well. I gathered up the supplies I needed, got in the truck, and headed over there. I pull up to a white house that has stairs leading from the street, a beautifully landscaped yard, and large windows on both stories. I though “man I’ve never been to a house this nice.”