The Party Pt. 1-the cheerleader
a friday night party turns into the best night of his life
a friday night party turns into the best night of his life
The best way to rebuild a friendship
Part four – Hide-n-peep (1), Play date with Amber (2), Play date with Amber part II (3)
All names have been changed, in case anyone I know sees this.
The second part to this true story đ
homely teen gives her tight virgin cunt to her dream boy
Undercover in the slave trade
Iâve been mulling this over in my head for quite some time now as to whether I should put down some very erotic memories into a permanent form and to share these events with a global audience. I did decide, obviously, to finally share these stories. These stories will be broken into parts and this is the 2nd installment. The overall story is of how a bet I made with a female friend turned into a lifelong obsession with having sex with women who were sisters. I have been lucky enough to have had 3 sets over the last 20 years, but I am always on the lookout for a 4th.
Firstly, my name is Lucy and Iâm 23, 5ft 5 with long thick blond hair, 32b breasts and I weighed at that time about 110. Most people would say I was nicely put together, my ex always said I was well fuckable, although we never did it as I wanted to wait. I want to tell you about something that happened to me 4 years ago.
A friendship or two may turn into a fling or two
When I was fourteen, my life was a mixed bag. I experienced love, but I was not happy. Read on, and you’ll see why . . .
This is a little bit of truth with a little bit of fiction
Who would think I would get to fuck a 16 year old whilst she was dressed as a schoolgirl
It was the end of the month again and again it had been a difficult month for me. I hadnât found a job, and because of the stress Iâd fallen even further behind with University work.
This is the second chapter in my story, I hope you like it. I read with interest the comments on chapter one then reread it myself. I felt at first it was far too short with not enough detail or background, it was written from the heart and as close to the facts as I remember it needed no embellishments. One thing I remembered is that Steph wore a coat. It was February or March 1979 it was cold and wet although not raining at the time. I have gone into a lot more detail in this chapter and will do so in future, this chapter is pretty much as I remember and is true although it wasnât as hot as I describe. I tried to write it in a way that would convey as much about the way I felt (feel) about my girlfriend/wife. If you feel itâ long winded forgive me. After this chapter I will not say whether anything is true or not you will have to try and decide for yourself. Enjoy.
My first sexual experiences
Prom night concludes this story
A little twist, written from “his” POV (Can you guess which of the girls I am? đ )…
Hey all. I’ll try to get subsequent Chapters out every Wednesday. hopefuly that will help with the checking back. if you havn’t read the previous chapters, please go back and read them first. Won’t be doing a lot of exposition to bring you up to speed.
Things get so complicated for Sarah
This is my first story; itâs a true story from a few years ago. Please feel free to give me your comments and you enjoy it as much as I did!!
I knew she wouldnât be happy that I didnât go and collect her as it was raining so heavy but I was really busy in the house that Iâd lost track of the time, anyway she had turned 16 the day before so she wanted her âIndependenceâ.
My name is Chris and I’m 24 and I’m the official guardian of Debbie, whose mum was travelling the world apparently âfinding herselfâ and Dad was quite happily bringing up his new family whilst not having seen or been in touch with Debbie in many years.
When Debbie finally came home she was soaked through to the skin, her light grey school uniform now dark and dripping onto my clean carpet.
Her uniform consisted of a tight fitting white blouse, which was now almost see through, her green tie which hung only about three inches from her neck and a short figure hugging skirt. Debbie was only short herself at 5â2â but had an amazing body, which recently I couldnât stop looking at, her breasts were large for a young girl and she had one of the best bumâs Iâd seen for a long while.
She walked into the house all guns blazing âwhy didnât you pick me up?â and âI’m soakedâ. It didnât help that I just started laughing at her, standing there trying to scold me whilst resembling a drownât rat. It was then that she changed her manner and started getting upset, I then gave her a hug and I could feel just how wet she was with her large breast pressing against me. I asked what was up and she started telling me about a big row she had just had with her boyfriend. Although I was trying to be supportive and helpful all I could think about was how good she smelt with a mixture of perfume and her natural aroma. I couldnât concentrate on anything except the feeling of those wonderful, barely covered, breasts pressing into me. It was only then that I noticed that my cock had become very hard, at 9â and only wearing my house shorts this was pressing up against Debbie’s wet skirt against her mound. I felt very awkward but then it got a whole lot worse as she started to move her pelvic region against me. I just froze; here I was getting extremely turned on by the teenager I was meant to looking after. Debbie stopped her crying and looked up at me, still holding me really tight. She stared into my eyes with her gorgeous blue eyes and asked me if I was ok? I burbled out some response and she chuckled.
âErr….yesâ I awkwardly replied âwhy?â
âAs there appears to be something sticking into me!â she remarked with biting of the bottom lip sultry look on her face.
âOh well…. I’m kinda sorry, but itâs just that….â my response was halted by the words âI love it!!â, and then her hand moved from my back to rest over the large bulge in my shorts. She still stared directly into my eyes and I said to her âWhat youâre doing is WRONGâ.
âIs it?â she replied and started moving her hand up and down my shaft through my tight shorts, âWhat about this?â I was struggling to focus and didnât want this to stop but I couldnât let it continue. âI mean you shouldnât be doing that at all!!â
âWell Iâve seen the way youâve started looking at me recently, making excuses to come into my room when you know I’m in my nightdress, giving me jobs to do where I have to bend over so you can see my breasts or my bum. Iâve heard you when you think Iâve gone to sleep standing inside my doorway wanking this wonderful cock of yours. So Iâm just trying to helpâ upon which she reached her neck up and kissed me, full on the lips.
I couldnât fight it anymore and opened my mouth, her tongue darted straight in looking for mine and I didnât disappoint her. Our tongues danced together for what seemed like an eternity, I then felt her hand go inside my shorts and pulled out my throbbing dick which she wrapped her small hand around as far as she could and started moving my shaft up and down.
It felt so wrong, yet so incredibly wonderful. It was then she broke our kiss and looked into my eyes again and with a mischievous smile looked down at my pulsating manhood. She dropped onto her knees in front of me and before I could protest she took the head of my dick into her warm soft mouth and started flicking the end with the tongue I had just been playing with.
âDebbie…this is so wrong, you really shouldnât be doing….â
âI knowâ she said with my dick resting on her chin âbut I want it!â
She then took my dick in her mouth as far as she could go, pumping back and forward, cupping my balls with her left hand and grabbing the base of my shaft with her right, wanking me and sucking me so much that it felt like I was losing concentration. I looked down to see those beautiful eyes staring up at me and her blonde hair swaying as her head moved in a bobbing motion. She took my dick out of her mouth and licked it from top to bottom and back and swirling her moist tongue over my engorged purple head then back on it pulling me in as far as I would go. I grabbed either side of her head and started fucking her mouth increasing my rhythm with each stroke. I could feel the heat of her mouth on my dick and her soft mouth felt amazing, this carried on for a few minutes until I pushed a little bit too far and she gagged for which I apologised but she then pushed herself even further onto me and was making herself gag and I could see her eyes bulging. She seemed to enjoy the sensation of my hard 9â cock hitting the back of her throat and she kept pushing herself further and further.
All of this was getting too much for me and I could feel myself getting closer and any thoughts of right and wrong had now vanished so I pumped harder and faster into her willing mouth and shouted âIâm Cummingâ. I could feel spurt after spurt of my hot white semen shoot into her wonderful teenage mouth, so much so that it started to dribble out of the sides of her mouth and drip onto the amazing tits still covered by the white, wet school blouse. When I had finished spurting she cleaned my cock and opened her mouth to me to show the white semen in her mouth then she swallowed it all down.
I stood there, not knowing what to do or say. She stood up and with that sultry look said âIâm gonna get showered and changedâ and headed for the door, stopping in the doorway to say âoh and by the way, you OWE me now!!â before disappearing upstairs…….
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Please read the chapters in order. it would be redic to have to explain everything over and over. Thanks for all the encouragement. i am thankful so many of you like the story. for those of you who keep asking if this story is real, i will tell you that some parts are real. You’ll just have to wonder at which ;o