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  • I faked an organism when I noticed the condom fell off. And apologized, it was stuck deep in her she pulled it out and spilled my cum all over in her vagina, she said not to worry because she’s on birth control. And I went home I never fucked her again. I continued to look for girls to sext. It was easier for me to find girls that weren’t super hot to sext me. There was a girl who went to a different school who was 3 grades ahead of me who started messaging me. She wasn’t overly attractive but me being the horny sophomore I was did not care. She was probably 5’8 and super skinny. Her ass was kinda flat but had some very small but cute tits. The first night we talked I got right into talking about sex, she was into it and I got her to send me naked pics the first night. Even tho she wasn’t the hottest seeing her nudes got me super hard and sent her many pics and videos of my cock and she enjoyed. She eventually replied with videos of her fingering herself and I loved those. We talked every now and then and wanted to have sex but never ended up happening. She told some people that we were sexting and I got embarrassed and we didn’t really talk after that. My junior year of high school I started talking to a girl from a nearby school. Her boyfriend was a senior at my school and they broke up cause he cheated on her. She would vent to me and tell me things about them and said how he fucks her everyday and only cares about her for sex. She went into detail about their sex life and it turned me on because she was hot. She was a skinny brunette with beautiful porcelain light skin. I made some sort of comment about how If I had the chance I would fuck you often but still care about you and not use her for sex only. She seemed to like that comment and started talking dirty about things we would do to each other. I was so horny I couldn’t take it I snap a picture of my cock at a great angle to make it look big and sent it. She loved it, and said it was making her wet. I didn’t even have to ask and she started sending pics back. Many different angles of tit pics, an attempt at an ass pic and close up vagina pics. Her pussy looked so small and tight. It was perfect. I then asked for her to send me a pic that I think is the sexiest which is full body mirror shot and she did. Her body was so beautiful, she had small perky tits the nipples looked so pink and fluffy, and her lower body/vagina looked heavenly. That pic got saved instantly and I replied with numerous videos of me jerking my cock, and she replied with videos of her fingering herself, I then sent her a pic of me cumming and she loved it, we talked for a few more days until her and her boyfriend got back together and he found out we were sexting... What if we had to put a group of three together or, God forbid, we had to marry one off outside the family? This warning is possibly not needed for this particular story, but I am including it because it is needed for most of my stories. Otherwise, I would have been bored to death. She moaned, her plump rump clenching before my eyes. We just chilled out for a few minutes, just touching each other. “No, actually it’s an ocelot.” Once home, Cindy gave Steve and I a kiss. That’s when I really took notice with how pretty she really was as she stood there smiling. She had no interest in her fellow students, only the subject to be learned. I fantasized of it filling her huge tits. My face burrowed between my lover's thighs and I couldn't get enough of her juices on my tongue. She swallowed the cock and dumped the rest on her tongue, savoring the flavor. Despite the buzzing bliss shooting through me, I didn't feel amazing. "I'm so bus I'm late the sorry was delayed!" she cried, not noticing the word salad as multiple sentences came out where there could be only one. My mind was trying to wrap itself around this shocking request but of course the answer would be Yes! She had three small mixing bowls, each one containing a small amount of flavored Kool-Aid. I’ve often marveled at the depth of bonding honest sexuality seems to afford, but these six people “set the standard.” He continued to shoot as Tyshawn continued to fall and then finally rolling off of the small girl. I slid into her asshole's depths.
  • Ash sure the hell did. She had told me many times, long before we had met Mike and Kim, that having another man's kid was the one fantasy, the most powerful trigger to most of her orgasms. She loved pretending some guy was impregnating her and she was going to have his baby...not mine! She claimed there was something in that fantasy that would get to any woman. Something very primal. Something wired deeply inside and if I loved her and trusted her, I would just deal with it. How did I "damn deal with" it? Not so well. Would I ever consider letting her? Not at first. But, like so many other things, we talked about it a bunch of times, of course always all jacked up on the edge. I had a ton of issues. Hell, there was only complications, and danger, and even disaster every way I sliced it. So much so, Ash refused to talk about it any more unless we were in bed and she was playing with my cock. During those times resistance seemed to melt, at least enough that we could find it a hot thing to contemplate. However, now we had actual names and faces to that fantasy and both of these crazy women were conspiring against me to have one or more kids that weren't going to be their husband's! Could we really do it? Could sharing kids build bonds between the four of us as the girls believed or would it turn out to be disastrous and the worst mistake we've ever made? Over time, I admitted I'd love to make a kid with Kim. I even had my own little term for it... "Kim's and Jim's kid." As for being ok with Ash having Mike's baby? Well not so much. I know, I know... Ash was forever reminding me I was in the middle of a big double standard. And she continued to remind me it would still be "her kid" and therefore actually "our kid" and that child would always remind us how wonderfully free and sexual we were, and how this birth would be the most avant-garde thing we could possibly do, and how her clock was ticking, and what strong love bonds we would create with them, and how this was our one chance to explore something few others ever get to explore, and how the jealousy and ownership issues I was feeling were something we always thought should be conquered anyway, and this was just an important extension of everything we had already discovered... and always... "Tick tock" Don't get me wrong. I sincerely loved Ash but this was pushing it. I loved the kids we already had and raised. We didn't need any more. And even though what I loved most about Ash was her sexy way of viewing life, this was different. It was way the hell "out there in fantasy land." Ash wanted it a lot. So maybe. Crazy as hell maybe. Me - Okay fine. That answer took me completely by surprise. The guy is really a decent guy. Her eyes still closed as she smiles just a little " let's just stay in bed today" she says in her flirtiest voice. He walked down to the end of the block, up a block and a half, and walked over to her house. Digging her nails into my ass she was pushing me more and more into her as we were staring at one another intensely. Johnson and the other man supporting her thought that she was near collapse. “Shut up, just listen.” Ashley laughed. The lady across the street waved and came over in her night robe and shook his hand. Mary had gotten Scott to get his license in massage therapy and they had a beautiful table, with steamed towels and rocks, along with their sauna and steam room. Sara and I didn’t need any acclimation, the minute that door shut behind us Sara and I were laughing and flirting all night. “Come on, say hello.” That's what she was, always will be.” The big man got up and to the bar, placed an order. “What do you think you’re doing!?” the flailing shield-maiden shrieked as she was hoisted up into the air. He whimpered and groaned and it didn’t take him long; he was so pent-up.