Tag: High School

The Dancer, Part Ten [F19/F18] [Dub-con] [Exhibitionism] [Reluctant Lesbianism]

**PART TEN**

Just like that, I was back downstairs.

Hand in hand with Heather, though there wasn’t any reason for her to keep a grip on me. I had already made my choice. I was mostly bothered by the seemingly friendly and casual way her fingers laced between mine, when she and I were anything but friends. And, while I’d never admit it out loud, I was also really annoyed that she took so much money. Money that I had *earned,* at the cost of degrading myself.

While most of the return journey was a willing one, my pace subconsciously slowed as we neared the living room. Was I really about to go back out there? Strut my stuff on the stage and give countless more lap dances to strangers and old classmates? Apparently so, because Heather gave a hard yank on my arm to ‘encourage’ me to turn the corner with her. Read more »

[FM] My first visit to an adult bookstore was about as awkward as it could have been when I ran into a familiar face.

I went back to my small town this weekend to visit with my parents.

After dinner we went to the local bar where I ran into a bunch of friends I hadn’t seen in years. We were hanging out and drinking for a while until I started to feel ready to go home.

Aka I was tipsy.

I also needed to call my husband and check in. I said my farewells and left out the back.

As I sat in my car waiting to sober up a bit more, I was scrolling through Reddit responding to messages. There was one dare that I kept seeing from people: Go to an adult book store.

To be perfectly honest I didn’t fully know what that meant.

Fuck it.

I put it in the good search and AdultMart came up. I headed in that direction.

The building was small and windowless. It had very murder-y vibes. A bunch of cars filled the lot.

You only live once right? Read more »

A High School Senior Takes Two Loads [creampie, cheating, confession]

When I was in hs (already 18) I was contacted by a man who found my information on 4chan after I was doxxed. He reached out to me and for whatever reason I agreed to meet him. He was a lot older, a lot fatter, and a lot uglier than he looked on his chat profile picture, and he wasted no time in shuffling me off to an isolated place in an empty parking lot where he proceeded to use my pussy in broad daylight. There was no foreplay, and he barely said a word; he didn’t even bother undressing me, just hiked up my skirt, pulled my panties aside, and shoved it in raw. He only lasted a few pumps, but his dick was a lot thicker than my bf at the time so it hurt like fuck. Also I was on my period, so I was bleeding everywhere and it looked like a murder scene. After maybe a dozen cervix crushing thrusts, he came inside me, wiped me down with a dirty T-shirt he had in the back of his car, then took me back to school and dumped me off in the parking lot where my boyfriend picked me up like 3 minutes later. Read more »

[MFM] Wife’s first threesome

Jen and I have been together for 12 years and happily married for two. This story is 100% real, I put more detail into writing it as I just enjoy writing and I will also be sending it to my wife to read, so I wrote it to also turn on my wife hence the detail and writing style.

We met by setting up a sort of friends with benefits type situation over text and after exchanging some photos, we both seemed interested in each other and decided to meet.

The first time I went over to her apartment I anxiously knocked on the door expecting it to be a scam, but much to my delight she answered and was so much more attractive than in the photos she had sent me.

We sat down on her futon together and got to know each other over the sound of the television in the background. It just felt natural to be together as we were both very easy going. After a few hours I finally decided to make my move and the night ended with my hard cock down all the way down her throat as I came. Read more »

I Always Get Horny In Church M23/F30 [Church][Exhibitionist][MILF]

I was a ringer for a small volunteer church choir. Basically, i was there to help keep the old folks in tune, on the beat, and fill out the sound of the bass section.

It wasn’t my favorite job, but the singers and choir director were all lovely people, and the pay was pretty good for the amount of work it demanded. The worst part for me was singing so early on Sunday mornings. I already felt my social life stifled by an atypical work schedule, and there was no way I could go out Saturday nights to drink with friends if I had to sing early the next morning. But I was making it work well enough.

The choir was all 65+ and being in my early 20’s made me stick out like a sore thumb. Or a green thumb, maybe. I didn’t mind it. Old people were relaxing to be around and I was always the cool guy in the room, even if I wasn’t all that cool outside of the church. Read more »

[M]y Ex Gina [F] Went Down On My Friend [M]

This is Part 2 of my DECADES OF PROMISCUOUS PARTNERS true tales. See my profile for other incidents.

Gina and I became a couple in high school about a year after I broke up with my first girlfriend Chrissy, for cheating on me with a friend in a bathroom at a concert. Her disloyalty pissed me off but deep down, excitement stirred. Gina appeared to be a good girl. She claimed to be a virgin but was raised to please and may have been telling me what she thought I wanted to hear. She was 5’4, had long dark hair, was in excellent shape with small but shapely tits and an ass that had most men swiveling their heads around to take a gander.

We started having sex shortly after getting together and I quickly figured out she absolutely loved giving head. I didn’t think of it at the time but she was so good at it, one wonders how much prior experience she had. All was going smooth until about a year into the relationship when my friend Wes told me the night prior, he was drunk at a party with her and they ended up making out. I called her to ask what happened and she immediately burst into tears, saying she regrets it and hopes that I will forgive her. I had that same feeling as when Chrissy got busy in a bathroom. I ended up forgiving Gina, wondering if anything more than a make out session happened. Read more »

My friends mother at festival

(True story) So how should I start… I was at a friend of mine at a Friday. Just hanging. And when his mother came home from work, she wanted to a local tiny festival, but non of her friends was available, and his dad was working in another city, and wouldn’t be home in a couple of weeks. So she first asked my friend, her son, if he wanted to go, but he didn’t. He doesn’t enjoy that kind of music. She got super sad. So I, spontaneously as I’m, I said “I can go with you!”. At first she was like, “Oh, how sweet of you, but you would like the music…” and other excuses to try not to pressure me into going. But I stood by my words, so I hurried home, told my mom and dad(yeah, I was living with them at the time. I was still in high school.), cleaned my self up, and met up with her, and drove together to the festival. Read more »

[MF] She (F23) helped me cross off something on my (M23) Never Have I Ever

A lot of background on this story, this one might be my longest. Skip to the —– for the good stuff, but I personally enjoy the build up.

For about 5 or 6 years after we graduated high school, a large group of friends would make the four hour drive up to Kelsey’s cabin for a long weekend. The core dozen of the friend group was always the same, but there would always be a couple changes each year (someone had prior plans, couples would break up, college friends would join). To be honest, despite considering myself friendly with Kelsey, I was more or less included in the weekend due to a couple of my best mates dating her best friends. Every year, that weekend tended to be the highlight of our summers.

Kelsey’s cabin was the perfect setup for a bunch of kids in their early 20s to cut loose for a weekend of reckless binge drinking. The cabin was located deep in the northwoods on a small lake, equipped with a pontoon, canoe, and a large wooden platform raft with massive buoys keeping it afloat. The cabin itself was a small log cabin packed full with futons, couches, and beds and had a detached garage which had been transformed into a bar with bunkbeds in a back room. Every night, our crowd would walk a mile down backroads to a local pub that had live music on weekends. It’s very possible our weekends up there gave that bar more business that the rest of the month combined. Read more »

Holly’s Tales – Part 14


Holly’s Tales – Part 1 from Erotica

Despite the improvement in my financial situation, I still haven’t splurged. Paying for things isn’t always necessary when you know how to discount items one hundred percent off. Still, my days of free merchandise were behind me as I didn’t want to risk my status with the team. One slip up and I could be off to the “last chance” high school up the road. My clothes today reflect that sudden shift in my moral outlook. My simple, faded blue jeans along with my white cotton t-shirt is exposing just a bit of my slightly soft belly. I’m not out of shape, but the volleyball season is long since over and a long ways from starting again. By mid-summer I’ll be tighter and lighter. Despite my simple fabrics, the leather caresses and loves my body. I sink back as Mistress Kim puts the large Lexus in gear and drives away. Read more »

The Tutor, Part Eleven [F20/F18] [D/s] [Role Reversal]

**PART ELEVEN**

As I reviewed the first few problems with Annabelle, I had to make a conscious effort not to accidentally check her out. Whenever she leaned over to get a closer look at something on the page, it resulted in her cleavage being painfully obvious in my peripherals. Her bare thighs were also on display the entire time, and it was impossible to ignore the fact that she was half dressed when I was stuck looking at the completed packet in front of us.

Just a few more minutes.

This was supposed to be a 90 minute session, and I had already been here for nearly two hours. Because I was being paid so much, I decided earlier that it wasn’t fair to count the time it took to pull around to the back of the house, or the introductions with Trixie and the redhead that was way too comfortable in her own space. Instead, I noted the time when Annabelle and I actually started talking mathematics and used that as the official start to our session. Read more »