French Lessons
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Sometimes you meet people that will influence you at the strangest times. I was sitting around the campus with some friends just hanging out when I met the man who would change the way I thought about men forever. We were really just lounging around the couches and chairs in the union when a group of men approached us and asked if they could sit down as well.
They looked like they had been walking forever so we didn’t hesitate to let them sit with us. Now when you are sitting down everyone looks tall, but one of the guys seemed to tower over everyone around him. At this point I should say that usually I like guys with dark hair and eyes and fair skin. But this guy was the total opposite of the men that I generally looked twice at. He had long blonde hair that was pulled back at the nape of his neck. His eyes had a sparkle that you usually find in men who love life and live to have fun.
His skin was tanned, but not the fake-n-bake kind of tan that you see so often today, but rather a golden color that only comes from being in the sun. He had a mustache and goatee that normally I would not like at all, but on him was strangely attractive. I watched as he looked for a place to sit, finally settling on the sofa directly across from the one I was sitting on. I watched him for a moment before I realized that I was being obvious and looked away to rejoin the conversation that my friends were having with our new arrivals.
My friend Renee’ was looking at two of the guys like she was going to take a bite out of them. I briefly wondered if she knew them, but I didn’t ask. As it turned out they were all professional wrestlers. It seemed that both of their conferences were having shows in Dallas that night and they had gotten together since they were friends. One of the guys, who’s stage name I didn’t really hear, introduced himself to me as Steve. Apparently he had gone to my college several years before and was visiting some favored coaches and the other guys tagged along to get out of the hotel. One by one I learned there names were Bill, Scott, and Kevin. Kevin’s eyes lingered on mine as we were introduced and they seemed to dance just a little when I told him my name was Dannielle.
‘Parlez-vous Francais?’ He asked. Do you speak french?
‘Oui, Pourqou?’ I replied. Yes, why?
‘Isn’t your name French?’
‘Not really my parents just liked the sound of it. Where did you learn French?’
‘I picked up a little bit of a few languages while I was in Germany.’
‘What were you doing in Germany?’ I asked.
‘A little bit of this and a little bit of that,’ he said enigmatically. I nodded deciding not to probe any farther. However I desperately wanted to talk to this guy alone, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen with all of these people around. The more I looked at him the more I wanted to touch his face. I decided to try idle conversation just so I could hear his voice and maybe maintain his attention.
‘So do you have a nom de guerre?’ I asked.
‘Yeah, it’s ‘Big Sexy’,’ he said with a grin.
‘Oh really?’ I couldn’t help but smile. ‘A little confidante are you?’ He laughed good naturedly,’ It really wasn’t my idea, but now that it’s mine I’m used to it.’ As Kevin spoke Steve stood up, ‘Where are you going?’ Kevin asked.
‘Well there have been so many new buildings added since I was here last that I think I’m going to find a map so that I can find the coaches offices to see if I recognize anyone there.’
‘Hey,’ James, a friend of mine, said, ‘I know where they are, I can take you there if you want.’
‘I’ll go too!’ Renee’ said practically leaping on Steve.
‘Sure, how about now?’ Steve said. James answered by standing up and heading for the door.
‘You coming Bill?’ Steve turned and asked.
‘Yeah, are you Kev?’ Bill asked.
Kevin looked at me for a full minute, ‘No I think I’ll stay here.’ he said while pointedly looking at me. I could feel my cheeks burning as I blushed. All of my friends got the hint before I did and got up to go with James and Steve to the coaches offices. Suddenly I found myself quite alone with this large good looking man.
Kevin leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees and looked at me so intensely that for a moment I thought he was trying to look through me. ‘So tell me about yourself.’ It seemed his voice was a little deeper and softer then it had been a moment ago.
‘What would you like to know?’ I asked trying to sound coy. For just a second it seemed like something purely erotic flashed in his eyes before he answered, ‘Tell me whatever you want to tell me. Do you have a favorite movie? What kind of music do you listen to? What kind of books do you read? Ever seen an episode of Star Trek? How did you learn French?’ He finally paused for a breath and I decided to try and answer him.
‘I needed eight hours to complete my foreign language requirement, I chose French, anything else?’ I didn’t know if I was pulling off nonchalance very well but I certainly hoped that maybe Kevin wouldn’t sense how turned on I was.
‘Okay,’ he said with a smile, ‘what are you here studying?’
‘I started out as a film and photography major, but now I’m finishing my history masters.’
‘History huh, why that?’
‘Because those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it,’ I quoted.
‘But why spend so much time learning it, when history repeats itself regardless?’
‘Good question, but what would you rather see repeated: the moon landing or the Holocaust? By learning from history we can keep repeating the good things and eliminate the bad.’ I explained.
He nodded, ‘Very good. I agree by the way.’
‘So you were testing me?’ I asked, leaning forward myself now I was only inches from his face.
‘Not really testing, just trying to see if you were someone I wanted to be interested in.’ I saw his eyes take in my face, as if he were trying to memorize it.
‘And what’s the verdict?’ I asked. Without even saying anything his mouth was on mine, kissing me deeply. I wasn’t very surprised, rather I parted my lips to allow his tongue into my mouth. I felt his hand on the right side of my face, pulling me closer to him. Instead of allowing myself to be pulled on top of him, I pulled away from him.
‘I guess that’s a positive?’ I said.
He grinned at me, ‘yes, yes it is.’
‘Do you want to go back to my place?’ I asked. He nodded once and stood. When I stood next him I nearly died! I’m 5’2′, now I know that I’m an not going to win any runway modeling jobs, but since I am the tallest person in my family it never really occurs to me that I am short. That is until I was standing next to Kevin.
‘So, you’re like the tallest person in the world, huh?’ I asked.
He laughed softly, ‘No, I’m just a lot taller than you.’
‘How tall are you anyway?’
‘I hover around 7 feet depending on the shoes I’m wearing.’
‘Goddamn!’ Just then part of the cleaning staff for the union walked by, ‘hey, could you beat that guy up?’ I asked Kevin in a whisper.
‘Only if he made me mad.’
‘Well…could you scare him a little?’
He looked at me for a second, ‘you’re just a wicked little thing aren’t you?’ he asked.
‘You have no idea!’ I told him trying my absolute best to look wicked. He leaned over so that his lips brushed my ear, ‘I fully intend to find out just how wicked you are.’ he informed me calmly. His breath tickled my ear just enough to make my skin turn goosey and send a shiver up my spine. I looked up at him and his expression summed up every thought that was going through his mind. I smiled up at him and led him out to the parking lot.
‘I think we should take whatever vehicle you are in.’ I suggested.
‘Why?’
‘Because you won’t fit in my little beetle,’ I said pointing to the little blue VW that was parked in front of us.
‘Good point. We are in that jeep.’ He reached into his pocket and fished out the keys. I went around to the passenger side to see if he would open the door for me. Sure enough he walked around and opened the door to allow me into the jeep. I crawled in and watched him as he walked around the front of the vehicle. Actually to call what he was doing walking would be wrong. It would be more accurate to say that I watched as he strutted around the jeep. He got in and started it up, ‘Where to?’ he asked. As we drove I gave him directions to my apartment.
When we pulled into the parking lot of my complex, he shut off the engine and looked at me for a moment. Without saying a word he took my face in his hands and leaned over to kiss me. I responded to his touch instantly. His fingers were warm against my skin and his tongue was sweet in my mouth. I pulled away from him, ‘I think we should go inside.’
‘I agree.’
I led him in the front door of my place and immediately through the door on the left to my bedroom. I had spent a lot of time and money looking for just the right furniture and linens for my bedroom so I was very proud of it. I had a large bed that was actually a soft sided waterbed with a feather mattress on top. My linens were white and contrasted nicely with the deep red of the cherry wood four poster frame. I had a friend of mine make a canopy of iron that fit over the top of the bed beautifully. It was very feminine with bows at the corners and a cherub hanging from the head of the canopy. The canopy itself looked nothing like the iron it was made of, but rather like large satiny ribbons woven into a canopy over the bed. From the top hung white organza bed curtains that made the image complete. I hadn’t really made the bed that morning so all of my pillows and my down comforter were strewn about the bed.
Next to the bed stood the armoire that held all of my lingerie. Across the room was my stereo system and tv. Two of the three walls of the room were full windows and beneath the windows were white couches that I had spent days looking for.
‘What do you think?’ I asked. Before saying a word Kevin swept me up in his arms and set me on the bed. I sank into the softness of the down instantly. Now I have a two-step step stool next to the bed so that I can get into it, but Kevin didn’t even need it. In fact he seemed a little relieved to finally have a bed that was the right height for him. He covered me with his body and started to kiss me earnestly now. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips and pressed my body against his. Our tongues danced, first inside his mouth then mine. I started to pull at the elastic in his hair. He pushed my hand away and did it for himself. As he pulled the elastic out he arched his head back just enough to give me full access to his neck. I ran my tongue up the side of his neck to his ear. I sucked gently on his earlobe as his hair fell softly free from it’s band. I breathed deeply smelling the scent of his shampoo and that distinctly male scent that always seems indefinable and erotic. We rolled so that I was on top of him. I placed my knees on either side of his hips and sat up so that I could look down on him. I smiled and pulled my own thick hair free of it’s ponytail. His massive hands remained on my hips, but I could feel his breath coming just a little bit faster beneath me. I moved my hands to the waistband of my denim shorts and untucked my tank top and removed it. His eyes moved to the white lace of my bra, slowly his hands moved up my sides. I took them in mine and pulled, indicating that I wanted him to sit up. Even with me on top of him sitting up he was eye level with me rather than my breasts. He dipped his head and more gently than I expected kissed to exposed tops of my breasts. I raised up a little and arched my back so that he was mouth to nipple with my breasts. He whimpered softly and moved his right hand to the cup of my bra, pulling it down to reveal my erect nipple for his lips. Now it was my turn to breath deeply, my fingers dove into his soft blonde hair and pulled slightly forcing him to look up at me. I kissed him hard on the mouth, hoping he would see that if he wanted he could be just a little rougher with me. He got the hint and in one very powerful motion, ripped open my bra, freeing my breasts for his hands and mouth. He pulled away from our kiss long enough to look at my breasts before covering both of them with his huge hands. There were calluses on his palms that were rough against my sensitive nipples. He leaned his face up again, placing his open mouth over mine. I pulled away from him looking at the buttons of his shirt once before ripping it open to reveal his massive chest. He reached around me to pull me close to him, obviously wanting to feel my bare breasts against his bare chest. His skin was hot against mine, as his hands moved down to cup my round ass. Once again I felt myself being lifted. Kevin stood completely up and turned. He placed me on my back and laid on the bed next to me with his feet hanging off of the end of the bed. My head was laying on his right arm as he looked down into my eyes. He used his left hand to trace the underside of my breasts, down my stomach to my navel, where he tickled me gently. His hand was so big that it practically covered the entire expanse of my flat belly. When he reached the button fly to my shorts he looked back up at me and smiled the most wicked smile I had ever seen. One by one he used his large fingers to rip the buttons completely off of the fabric of my shorts. When he got to the last one he smiled broadly, like he had accomplished something amazing. He slipped his hands into my shorts and his hand immediately froze.
‘What?’ I asked.
‘You’re not wearing any panties.’
‘I never do.’
‘Never?’ He asked.
‘Never.’ I told him.
‘Very cool,’ he said and his hand continued to move to my already very wet cunt. He watched my eyes as his large fingers slid deeply into me. With his thumb he teased my clit as his two middle fingers pumped in and out of me. Without missing a beat he began kissing my neck and teasing my ear, while his hair fell across my face. My breath was coming faster as I buried my face in his neck.
‘Oh god!’ I whispered in his ear.
‘Do you like that?’ He asked.
‘Yes!’ With my right hand I grasped his forearm while he fingered me. I could feel the muscles moving beneath his skin as his fingers worked.
‘Talk dirty to me,’ he said softly.
‘Oh Kevin, your fingers feel so good in my pussy!’ I said breathlessly.
‘Are you gonna cum on my hand?’
‘Oh yes!’ I replied. His hand began moving faster in and out of me. My hips started to thrust as I neared my impending orgasm. Just as I was about to cum Kevin cruelly pulled his fingers out of me. His middle finger and ring finger were shiny with my
juices. He used these fingers to tease and circle my nipple, which he then sucked deeply on.
‘Why did you stop?’ I asked. He grasped my face in his hand and kissed me deeply before he said, ‘think how good it’s going to feel when you finally do get to cum.’ I whimpered softly and pulled him on top of me, his weight pressing me. I rolled so that I was on top of him and immediately went about trying to get him out of his jeans. I pulled them as far as his calves and he started to kick them off himself. Of course I was more than a little surprised to see that he was wearing silk Tasmanian Devil boxers, but I was more impressed with the size of the swell inside the boxers. Judging by the outline he was huge. His cock looked like a bat being stored in his shorts. Rather than go directly to his cock, I kissed the inside of his right thigh.
‘Tell me what you want, baby,’ I said.
‘I want you to suck my cock!’ His begged.
I smiled and kissed further up his thigh, sucking gently as I went. When I reached the waistband of his boxers I pulled them down to reveal the monster cock I had been promised. It h
ad to be at least 11 inches long and as big around as my wrist! Kevin reached back over his head to the headboard and arched his back, bringing his cock very close to my lips.
‘Not yet baby,’ I told him. A soft sound escaped his lips, like he was in pain. I let out a sigh myself, making sure that my warm breath brushed against his cock. I moved down and bit gently on the inside of his thigh, right at the junction of his thigh and crotch, very close to his heavy balls. Kevin’s whole body froze as if he was waiting for something more. I released the skin that was between my teeth and licked and sucked on it, making sure not to give to much pleasure to his aching cock. Then I moved and sucked one of his balls into my mouth, he inhaled sharply as if he was surprised. I tried to wrap my hand around the shaft of his cock, but it was so big that I couldn’t get my hand all the way around it. I did the best I could and began pumping his cock with my left hand while I played with his balls with my right.
‘Now tell me what you want me to do again,’ I said.
‘I want you to suck my cock, please!’ he begged. I ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, he shuddered all over and clenched his teeth. I closed my mouth over only the head of his cock and sucked softly, teasing him I knew. Finally I began to try and blow him earnestly. Except that I couldn’t get the entire length of his cock into my mouth, so I had to use my hands to pump him as well as my mouth. Kevin squirmed on the bed, clutching at the sheets for a moment before he finally let his fingers tangle in my hair.
‘God! Your mouth feels so good!’ He said through clenched teeth. ‘I’m so close to cuming!’ he announced as his hips began to pump. I gave one last hard suck and let his dick fall from between my lips with a pop.
‘Oh you really are wicked!’ he said pulling me roughly against him.
‘What’s good for the goose is good for the gander babe!’ I said with a smile.
‘Oh yeah!’ he said and picked me up. He turned me so that my back was to him and I was facing the foot of the bed. I grabbed one of the posts that made up my foot board and wiggled my ass at him.
‘What are you gonna do about it ‘Big Sexy’.’ I said coyly. He got on his knees behind me and leaned very close to my ear and whispered, ‘I’m gonna fuck you.’
I leaned back against him as he circled my waist with his arm. He lay back on his knees and made a face.
‘You okay?’ I asked.
‘Bad knees, don’t worry.’ He pulled me so that I was straddling his thighs. He reached around me and rubbed my clit with his right hand. I let my head rest on his shoulder and turned my head so that I could kiss his neck. Suddenly I realized that he wasn’t using his fingers to tease my clit anymore. Instead he was using the head of his cock to tease me.
‘I want you in me.’ I whispered in his ear.
‘Okay,’ He guided my hands so that I was again holding onto the post we were facing.
‘Slowly, baby, you’re so big.’ I warned him. He simply nodded and pressed the head of his enormous cock against me. Just as I had asked he very slowly inched his cock into me. When he was completely in I thought that surely the head of his cock must have been lodged squarely in the back of my throat. I had never had a cock fill and stretch me so entirely.
At first he just reached around me and teased my clit, but when I leaned forward even a little more he began to pump in and out of me.
‘Oh yes!’ I said as his fingers dug into my hips. I knew I would have hand shaped bruises, but I didn’t care, he felt so damn good. I felt him change positions slightly so that his face was even with my neck. He began kissing and nibbling the very sensitive right side of my neck just behind my ear. His whiskers tickled my ear as his teeth grazed my neck.
‘Fuck me harder!’ I demanded. Moving my body so that he would get the hint. He did and began to pound his cock hard into me while I reached down and teased my clit. I held onto the post and saw his hand reach for mine as he made a deep growling sound in his throat.
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I have several Doms I see often and even now two Femdoms that I visit infrequently. But I like variety and my sexual appetite is almost insatiable so I need to see different people for different experiences. I am upfront with them and my Doms all know about the others. Everything in my life was fine until one of my Doms contracted COVID-19, so I had to quarantine for 10 days and get tested regularly;...
It all started when I got my results at the end of the first term. I had failed all my business studies exams, my teacher, Zainab, was not happy. I was doing so badly that I had to have a meeting with the principle and Zainab. At the end of the meeting, I had to two choices, either drop business studies or attend after school classes with Zainab every day. I was only taking one other subject, so I decided to take the after school classes. Zainab was the best-looking teacher in the school and...
FetishNovember 1995 Montreal, CanadaThe envelope was addressed in bold print and looked quite official. It said: Miss Elizabeth St. Jacques 9373 Maurice-Duplessis Boulevard #16 Montreal, QC, H1E 6P2 Lizzy glanced at the return address. It was from some lawyer in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania named Mr. Ben Foster. Lizzy had never heard of him. She was more interested in getting indoors, out of the cold, than in investigating the contents of the envelope. And so she did, dropping the letter and the rest...
SeductionIntroduction: She always teased me…she needed a lesson! My poor Girlfriend&hellip,. Fran we will call her was always a little bit of a tease. She would dress really provocatively and loved the attention for doing this. The cat calls, whistles, spanks on the ass. It kind of ticked me off a little, but I was also happy I had such a hot girlfriend. I repeatedly told her not to dress the way she did in the summer. Little jean shorts with the pockets sticking out the bottoms and a tight tee shirt...
Chapter One: Nubile Girl's Incestuous Lesson By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Kat The moans of my mother bled through my bedroom wall. I groaned as I lay in bed, hearing their passion. The bed creaked at the sounds my mother made. The passion. Twenty years of marriage and my parents were still going at it. A shiver ran through my virgin body. I shuddered at hearing the sounds. They were so loud. “Yes!” I heard my mother gasp audibly. I shifted on my bed. I suddenly felt my pajamas over...
She was late. Again. Alex looked down at his standardized testing books sprawled across his desk and sighed. Zoe was smart, and he enjoyed teaching her, but punctuality was not a strong point. He could never really stay upset when she arrived, though, flashing that smile that made him melt. He also couldn’t get enough of her cute, innocent face framed by long strawberry blond hair, and a toned, tight body that he tried to keep himself from staring at during their lessons. She probably noticed...
Straight SexSandy looked up from the books broken open on her desk. One hand with spread fingers pressed down two books open at the same time. The books were new and revolting against staying open. Her other hand had a pencil poised in her hand. The way she held the pencil had always seemed awkward to everyone. It was like a fist with the pencil butt going straight into the air."Honey, you have been studying all day on your birthday. Let me talk to my daughter for at least five minutes to wish her happy...
While driving home, I saw that the weather outside was nice, so I planned to take a jog through my neighborhood when I got home. Plus, I had a new sexy jogging outfit that I was sure was going to turn a lot of heads. I made it home at exactly 1:00 PM. Exactly two and a half hours before my daughter Erica would be arriving home from school. As I stood in front of my full-length mirror, checking out the way my new pink and white outfit hugged my slim/thick 6', 190 lbs, 38-D's, and 48-inch...
Fran we will call her was always a little bit of a tease. She would dress really provocatively and loved the attention for doing this. The cat calls, whistles, spanks on the ass. It kind of ticked me off a little, but I was also happy I had such a hot girlfriend. I repeatedly told her not to dress the way she did in the summer. Little jean shorts with the pockets sticking out the bottoms and a tight tee shirt that showed her well formed mid drift. I said if it turned me on the way...
It’d been a good week. Tips were good, the bar had a new DJ and a football camp was in town. The boys liked to watch her dance after a ‘hard’ practice. On the couch, they held her against their washboard bellies stuffed money down her g-string and told her she was nothing like the girls back home. The only down side was her damn Thursday class. She just wasn’t getting the writing. It bored her. But then HE called. The first time they met, here at the club, he...
Bill, aka Mr Brown the Maths teacher, meets Suzy at her mum’s house for some naughty role play but gets the surprise of his life. Suzy then makes Bill an offer he can’t refuse. I’ve not posted for a while. You might want to first read Chapter 1 - ‘Let the Sunshine In’ posted 3 months ago.The next day Suzy came into my office to tell me that her mum was jetting off on holiday for 2 weeks on the coming Monday. ‘Are you still up for meeting at my mum’s place Bill’?‘Definitely I’ve thought about...
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.Mr Collins hated Mondays. It's well known that most people hate Mondays but Antony Collins loathed them; it meant the start of another week teaching rebellious, ignorant, hormonal teenage girls. Everyone had told him that teaching at a Catholic school would be a dream, but clearly they'd never taught at St Anita's. He was sure they were worst than any public school girls. On this particular Monday it was raining, not uncommon for December but it meant all the girls...
Straight SexMilli's Second Lesson Janice entered the kitchen next morning and sat across from Elaine, drinking coffee. "Where is our sweet Milli? Shouldn't she be here making breakfast?" "I don't think she quite knows her place here yet." "Well go get her, there's no time like now to start showing her." Elaine went up to Milli's room. Milli was naked about to take a shower. "No need for a shower right now sweetie. We need you down stairs at breakfast, get...
It all started when my friend came over my house. We were surfing the web for mature porn and reading stories with mature ladies. See Nate got me into the idea of fucking mature ladies, how they have experience, and have bigger boobs and big asses than the girls our age. We are both 18 years old, I am of Indian descent. Nate is black and looks a bit older than me, he a bit taller and built for his age. We met at the basketball courts about 4 months ago. He comes over my house not so often cause...
IncestHi to all ISS readers, this is Ahmed Kabeer (not real name) from Hyderabad. Before going for story I would like to my self my name is Ahmed age 24 years 65 kgs weight color fair height 5’5” tool size 6”+, I completed my Mech engg in 2004 from 2004 I am working as a design engineer (mech), so friend this is my short and sweet introduction.When I was a student of 9th standard I was unknown of sex, a girl name Saba (name change) started my new version of life the information of sex, before...
Chapter Three: Brat's Final Taboo Lesson By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Kat Fear rushed through me at my mother's fury. I ripped my pussy off Daddy's cock and threw myself from straddling him on his recliner. Mother stood at the entrance of the living room, wearing her gardening clothes. She was supposed to be out in the backyard. She wasn't supposed to come into the house and catch me with Daddy. I fled. I raced out of the living room, tears spilling down my cheeks. I felt the cum...
Note : This story is completely fictional! It all started when my friend Nate came over my house. We were surfing the web for mature porn and reading stories with mature ladies. See Nate got me into the idea of fucking mature ladies, how they have experience, and have bigger boobs and big asses than the girls our age. We are both 18 years old, I am of indian descent. Nate is black and looks a bit older than me, he a bit taller and built for his age. We met at the basketball courts about 4...
IncestFrench Maid: There was a song I used to listen to growing up by the Animals called "The House of the Rising Sun". I particularly remember "it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and God I know I'm one". The song came back to me as I was thinking about my career trajectory after leaving university and more particularly how I came to work in our local French restaurant. I had come back from university like most students with a large overdraft. Not only that but my father had passed...
I hated working in these “gated” communities, but lately times had been harder with lesson requests coming less frequently. My band was working a regular gig at a club in Fort Lauderdale, but the revenue from this wasn’t much of a living by the time we divided the money three ways. I knew that if things didn’t start improving soon financially, I would have to get a regular day job. This thought made me cringe, so I left no request for lessons unanswered, as frustrating as they could be. I had...
Erotic"Suddenly, I'm in the mood for finger food." [ ... hmmm, let me back up to the beginning of 'lunch'.] The mingy, fine-grained blacktopped parking expanse was nearly esurient. To be expected, considering the adjuratory rain had just ceased. Now, the freshly-paved fragrance of the warming asphalt violated my nasal cilia. An assiduous sun sent an increasing number of highly charged photonic javelins thru the reluctantly scattering cloud cover. After momentarily admiring the effect from my...
Oh, look at me, getting way ahead of myself. My name is Will, and I’m a freshman in high school. I’m not that popular, but my friends are. Its sort f weird like that, but it’s because I played football at my high school starting in 7th grade, and that gives you certain credibility at our school. I wasn’t the superstar or anything, but I was noticed for two things: my height and my last name. No, I’m not a giant; in fact I’m not that short, but whatever. I’m 5’6 and 140 lbs, most of that being...
A few days passed after the beach incident. James hadn't spoken to his family and didn't have the opportunity. He was enjoying being on holiday. It was the first time he had left America. He was staying in his own room within a large warehouse in France. The three men who was producing the movie he was going to be starring in were around but nothing sexual had happened. James had been treated well, given good food and money to spend on new clothes and for his time in France. He was assured...
Chapter Two: Ms. Marcie's & Kimmie's Naughty Lesson By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Mrs. Fatima Samara I clutched my harem to me as the clock struck midnight. The year ended. A new one begin. My daughters, niece, and sister were naked, smeared in my cum. I tried to love all my pregnant women before I had to repay my debt to the futa-fairy. To Leanan Sidhe. Despite the spurting futa-jizz and the gasping orgasms, dread had permeated me all day. Now a warmth billowed through me,...
I walked upstairs to my bathroom and stripped off my clothes. As I ran hot water into the tub, I started thinking what I had let Mr. Burkle do to me. I remember him pushing his thick fingers in and out of my pussy and I unconsciously let my hand wander down between my legs. I found my clit and rubbed it back and forth. It started to swell and the feeling inside my pussy became more intense. I rubbed harder and I felt my knees almost buckle from the explosive orgasm I had. I braced one hand...
Milli's First Lesson Janice pulled the Lexus into the driveway, and noticed her bedroom light on. She was positive she turned it off before she left this morning. If her wayward Nephew was nosing around in her room there would be hell to pay. She was already extremely ticked off at having to attend a meeting with his Principal this morning. A meeting which ran on too long, causing her to miss her flight to Chicago. Thank goodness she was able to assure the Principal that Bill...
Book Two: Rogue's Wicked Harem Part Fifteen: Princess's Naughty Lesson By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this. Chapter Forty-Three: Princess's Naughty Lesson Princess Ava – Az, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch I stared with loathing at the shelves of leather-bound tomes and tightly wrapped scrolls stacked before me. The receptacle of lore contained within the University of Az's library. The air smelled of musty sheepskin and dry...
I got the note on the top of my paper. It said simply, “Delilah, see me after school. It is time for a new lesson.” I didn’t know what to make of it. I hadn’t done anything wrong this time. I hadn’t been whoring around, or fucking other boys. I had no idea why Mr. Denton would want to teach me a new lesson. My nipples hardened in anticipation, and I smiled at him. His face gave nothing away. I tried to flirt with him and he studiously ignored me through the entire class period. After the last...
SAVAGE LESSON It is one of the unalterable facts of life that women are mysterious. There is no point in trying to rationalise, trying to account for or predict every facet of their behaviour because whatever you think you know is liable to flip over on you revealing a truth you never guessed at. Let me put it another way: You know in those naff horror films where someone looks at their reflection in a mirror? Then they put their hand out to touch the mirror and it turns out to be a pool of...
My name is Jonathan and I am seventeen years old, it was my last day of school for this year and our last lesson was Geography. I am normally a very well behaved pupil, a bit boisterous at times and a bit of a rebel when I have my friends around me, but then I do have friends that would encourage and lead me on. But underneath the brave façade lies quite a shy boy for my age. My friends and I have all bragged about the things we have done to try and outsmart each other, as all boys do at that...
My name is Jonathan and I am seventeen years old, it was my last day of school for this year and our last lesson was Geography. I am normally a very well behaved pupil; a bit boisterous at times and a bit of a rebel when I have my friends around me, but then I do have friends that would encourage and lead me on. But underneath the brave façade lies quite a shy boy for my age. My friends and I have all bragged about the things we have done to try and outsmart each other; as all boys do at that...
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