Part 1: My teacher fucked the crap out of me…[Virgin] [First time] [Deepthroat] [Rough]

I had just turned 18, 2019 was supposed to be the end of my high school life but my grades made me face the ultimate price.

I was always bad at math, I never got A in it, I’d always fail or get a C or D max. It hurt and everyone’s given up on me. Sometimes I wish I could say that it was because of my own laziness but it wasn’t, I was a depressed teen. My dad was cheating on my mum, they were fighting and eventually I know the divorce was about the happen, and I had body image issues, life was just a whirlwind. I sucked up everything to myself until I finally decided to tell my history teacher about it. He was handsome,damn fucking hot. He has brown eyes, black hair, fair skin and his hands were just super veiny and muscular. He had broad shoulders, a little fat but never pouchy. He look smart, tall and fit in modern wear. He was just stunning ?.

A Week of Slavery (part two) [the sex stuff is in this one] [Brother, Brother’s Friends, Younger Sister]

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/it5pp5/a_week_of_slavery_part_one_no_sex_older_brothers/)

After being hit on by a couple of guys, I went the way I’d last seen Ash and my brother heading, which happened to be towards the restrooms. I took a deep breath and went into the Men’s room and caught my brother and Ash mid-kiss. My jaw dropped a little. They’d both had girlfriends throughout high school and college, not once had I ever seen any hint of this being a possibility. Wyatt opened his eyes and saw me standing at the door and pulled away from Ash. I backed up and left the room.

I got it now. Wyatt wasn’t trying to protect me from his friend, he was jealous that I was monopolizing his friend’s attention and affection so freely when he obviously felt he had to hide his own. I went back out to the booth that had our drinks at it and there was a new group sitting in it, frat boy types chugging beers and fondling the two blondes they were sharing between the five of them.

A Week of Slavery (part one) [No Sex] [Older Brother’s Friend] [Touching] [Protectiveness] [Interruption] [Display of force by younger sister]

It was the first time I’d left my house in months. It was fully against my will as I’d been extremely depressed since my high school boyfriend opted to break up with me via a basket of cookies made with almond oil that didn’t say they were made with almond oil. And, no, “I knew almonds were important for some reason,” is not a viable excuse for almost killing someone when you were told repeatedly over the three years you dated that almonds and anything flavored or dusted or in the vicinity of almonds could kill her.

It was my nineteenth birthday and my mom banished me from the house as I’d been sulking for about six months following a week long hospital stay because I tried to eat a breakup cookie and actually got it to my mouth before the reaction started. I was still sulking, actually, so my brother and his best friend literally picked me up by my wrists and ankles and carried me out of the house kicking and screaming. Our neighbors looked on as my mom stood on the porch and waved to us as the boys fastened me in in the backseat of the car.

[MF] [Incest] I don’t know how to love you.

My mother was 21 and fresh out of college when she married the 35-year-old untenured Instructor she had secretly dated her senior year. I was born 7 months later, which explains why they were in such a hurry.

One day when I was 14 I came home from school 90 minutes earlier than scheduled. I thought the house was empty – Mom and Dad ought to have both been at their jobs. I was surprised to find my 50-year-old father and his 19-year-old girlfriend in the house. Shouting and threats ensued. I told Mom a few days later and they were divorced before my 15th birthday. I lived apart from him for years; Mom had custody.

The next months were difficult, but once the divorce was settled and court orders were complied with life settled down. I had such negative feelings towards my father that I was happy he was gone. I hated him for destroying our family (while he seethed at me for being the agent of his downfall). I declined the available parental visits to or with my dad, much to his relief.

I [M22] fucked my married high school teacher [F30] [MF] Part 4

You guys wanted part 4 so here it is!
In part 3 you heard about the snow fuck, down at the after party hut, but this one is about my 21st birthday. This very well may be my last post regarding *Emma* the high school teacher, but if ppl wanna hear more about her then let me know. Otherwise i’ve got plenty stories with other women i can tell y’all about.

So last year my 21st rolled around, and i had booked a hall party and invited around 100-120 people. A decent sized hall but nothing over the top.
I had people there from all walks of life: family, school friends, college friends, work friends, past sexual partners, the lot.
Everyone was dressed to impress and the women were looking unreal in their little skimpy skirts and dresses! I was living my best life.

Throughout the course of the night i had started to spread the word that i was having some folks back to my place to keep the party rolling and word spread like wildfire. I was planning on getting with anyone and everyone if im honest, any women who would dare come close i was flirting with, and it was my birthday, why not?!

[MF] Rush Away Seeding

TL;DR Got caught parking with my pants down, enjoyed a short but passionate car chase, then came in my girlfriend for the first time.

** All participants in this story were of legal age; in this case, we were both 18+. **

I dated Tami (not her real name) towards the end of high school and through my first year of college. Yes, she was my first, and yes her thin frame, gigantic rack — and although her extensive collection of lingerie, stockings, and heels was odd for a woman of her age, I’d be lying if I said that she didn’t excite me. She excited me. Greatly. And she knew that I was excitable as well, so when I came back home for Christmas break in 1989, we picked up exactly where we left off, and multiply so.

My MMF fantasy…

This is also posted on r/sexfantasies

I keep having fantasies about my bf and my high school friend.

Just for some background, I [21F] have known my friend from high school [now 22M] since my freshman year in high school. Had always had a giant crush on him but nothing ever came to be, but that’s another story. I consider him to be one of my best friends. We’ll call my friend Michael.

Fast forward to now. I’ve been with my boyfriend [24M] for 3 years now. He’s the one I want to spend my life with and we are deeply in love. We’ll call my boyfriend Jonas.

I ended up introducing Michael and Jonas a couple years ago when we were all really into Game of Thrones. We would get together for weekly watch parties, and then they really hit it off and became good friends. After the shitty finale of Game of Thrones, we would invite Michael over pretty often to play video games, talk and just hang out. He was over at least once a week at one point.

The third, and final woman with a cum fetish [M]: Part 1

Edit: This post has a high build up and story telling to smut ratio. It may not be everyone’s’
cup of tea. Speaking of which, it’s the first fall like day here and I broke out the lapsang souchong. It’s just so damn good on a chilly day. Moving on…

This is about the final woman of the three that I have known that had a cum fetish. I’ve told you about a slightly crazy but fabulously fun woman with an oral cum fetish, one very sweet woman who needed to perpetually be filled with seed, and alluded to one that loved to be covered. This is the story of the woman that needed to be covered. Thinking about it now, I might have fibbed a bit. Don’t get me wrong, she loved it on her. But really she just loved it anywhere and everywhere.

Before I tell you my story, I feel the need to say one thing (feel free to scroll down). These three stories are about unique encounters with woman who loved cum. That’s how they got off. So there isn’t too much talk of licking them, kissing, orgasms, etc., I think plain, vanilla sex can sometimes be amazing. But, well, that’s not what we are here for.

Hi there, Miss [Teacher-Student] [Reconnecting]

The gentle fragrance of spring danced in the air, persisting in its fruitless squabble against the wretched smell of car exhausts that hung around the city. I was bound homeward, sufficiently exhausted by a long day out.

My eyes came across a familiar face and I screeched to a halt. My high school maths teacher, Miss Emily, was slouched on a bench, puffing on a cigarette. It had been about two years since I last saw her and she had hardly changed, save for her hair which had shifted from a vibrant red to brown with slivers of blonde

She glanced upwards and met my gaze, her mouth curving into a fond smile.

“Hi there, Miss,” I mumbled, too stricken by the look in her eyes to do much else. They were a pale, icy blue. Hardly reflective of her personality. She was quick with a quip, easy to laugh.

Before I knew it she had bounced to her feet and wrapped her arms around me. I awkwardly returned her embrace, my heart bouncing like crazy. Her head rested against my shoulder and I stood there motionless as a startled fawn. She stepped back and looked me up and down, nodding to herself.

I [M] think my boss [F] is coming on to me

I[M18] think my boss[F23] is coming on to me

So before I start I just want to say this is my first post and I didn’t exactly know where to post this. So let’s get in to the story. A little back ground, I got this job when I was 17 years old, and now I am 18 and just finished high school and am taking a gap year before I start college. I’m 6,0 and have a decent Physique. I’m not super built, but I diet well and exercise just enough to have a somewhat defined chest and abs. Now this story doesn’t jump right into the mix of things. When I started this job the store just got a new GM named Ben. The thing about Ben was he was a complete asshole and he was a little perverted so no one really got along with him. He was on the bad side of doing his job well so after a few months he decided to cut his losses and quit.