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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 muscle, believe me; I work out 4 days a week. I have short brown hair with wispy bangs and acne, but not too bad. I got braces still, but that’s just another thing about me. But moving on, I’m not like a nerd or anything, you know, I’m social and everything, I’m just not “Mr. Popularity”. Anyway, back to the story.
As I was walking with Jackson to French (he isn’t in my class, but his class is next door), we were talking about the normal stuff, football, our favorite team (UGA), why Tech sucks, so on and so forth. We got to his class, said bye and did our secret handshake. I’m sorry to deviate from the story again, but that last part sounded pretty gay. See, Jackson is a big dude. He’s like 6’2 and 210 lbs, and pretty fat, but not morbidly obese or anything. So it’s ironic that me and him are friends, since physically were opposites. Again back to the story.
I walked into French and sat down next to my best friend Robbie, who informed me we had a test today. “Fuck me dude. Did you study?” I said. “No I just heard about it now. I’m fucked, you’ll probably get a 100 though you asshole.” He replied. See, I’m actually really good at French I have a 99 in that class I don’t wanna brag or nothing, but I’m definitely the best at French in our class. Our teacher walked in, locked the door and passed out the test, which (no surprise) was really easy. Robbie blatantly cheated, but I let him because you know, I’m not lame and he’s my friend. After the test was done, the teacher collected them and unlocked the door, she’s weird like that. She thinks we will go to the bathroom and cheat. Well, as soon as she unlocks the door, in walks Helen. She’s a sophomore and without a doubt the hottest girl that I’ve seen in school.
Helen is one of those girls you look at and go “I wanna fuck the shit out of her.” She has 32 C tits and a beautiful ass, comparable only to Jessica Alba’s. She has pouty lips, full and light red and chestnut brown hair. Standing at around 5’5 she was a fucking drop dead gorgeous girl. She wasn’t exactly the brightest bulb in the box, but no one cared. My friends and I had a pool going to see what she would grow up t be, the smart ones put their money n pornstar. If yall know who Audrey Bitoni is, just imagine her with 32 C tits and with brown hair, and you’ve got Helen. I don’t know a single guy who was straight that didn’t want to fuck her.
Anyway, Helen walked into the room and said, “Madam, did I miss the test? I’m so sorry; please let me take it after school. Please I’m having a really bad day.” The teacher must have been feeling nice, so she permitted her to take it, but not the next day, but in two days. Helen happily thanked her and ran to her seat. Since we took a test we didn’t do anything but watch Disney movies in French, todays was “The Aristocats”.
After the bell rang for us to get out of school, I found my friend Michael at his locker at starting talking to him. Out of now where it seemed Helen approached me and said, “Hey Cole, um, I know you’re sort of good at French so I was wondering if you could sort of tutor me or help me study before I have to take the test. I get it if you can’t but would you mind pleeeeaaase???” Never one to pass up a potential opportunity, I replied, “Yeah of course. Where do you want to meet, like in the library? I’m not doing anything before school tomorrow before school, how about then?” She said, “No I don’t like getting up early, how about you come over to my house today at say, 4:30, and you can tutor me then?” Dumbfounded and feeling a feeling of victory and triumph said, “Uh, yeah sure. I don’t know where you live or how to reach you though, so….” She gave me her address and number (score!), and I gave her my info, and then she left.
As soon as she was out of earshot, I turned to Michael and we high fived, did a victory dance, pumped our fists in glory. See, me and Michael in first semester had a class with Helen and we sat just so perfectly to where we could see down her shirt and at her bra, or when she chose not to where one, her perfect tits. Yeah it was fun. But after our victory celebrations, I found my ride home, also with Robbie, and checked the clock. It was 4:00. SHIT SHIT SHIT! I was supposed to be at her house at 4:30 and I hadn’t even looked at the address yet. I unfolded the paper and realized that her house was only a 5 minute walk from mine. Still with a sense of urgency, I showered, put on extra deodorant (just in case), and got dressed. I was wearing silk underwear (oh yeah, that’s how I roll) cargo shorts over them, a black Quiksilver t-shirt with a white undershirt under it, and black athletic ankle socks and tennis shoes. I was looking pretty straight if I do say so myself. I then put on some of my Hugo Boss cologne, shaved and was ready to go. As I was leaving I checked the clock, 4:32. Good, I thought, I’ll be fashionably late.
As I was walking to Helens house, it appears I took a wrong turn, because I arrived around the back of her house. Her house was pretty freaking big, it was at least three stories, solid red brick, just a beautiful house. There was a 6 ft wooden fence around her back yard, and I started to climb it when I saw a stunning view, Helen was tanning with her back to me topless. Needless to say, I had to push my jaw back up. I jumped off the fence to where I originally was, and went around to the front. I rang the doorbell, and heard Helen say, “Just a minute, let me change!” I waited outside and Helen opened the door dressed to kill. She was wearing a tight blue t shirt, with a jean miniskirt. I almost drooled. “Come in, make yourself comfortable.” She said. I sat down on the couch and opened up my French book and suddenly realized something, her parents were nowhere to be found. I said” Hey Helen, where are your parents?” She replied, “Oh, they aren’t here, they work until 7. I would have asked you to come over later but they don’t allow me t have boys over. Why, is it a problem?” “No, no problem just wondering is all.” I replied.
“Alright”, she said, and sat on the couch opposite me while very visibly spreading her legs, “The main thing I don’t get is how nouns are masculine or feminine. Can you help me with that?” “Um yeah sure.” I replied. As I started helping her with her problems, she came over and sat on my couch. My heart started racing. She scooted closer. My palms started sweating. I looked over at her at her and caught her eyeing my crotch. I must have awakened her from some sort of trance or something, because when I said her name she said, “What? Yeah see that’s what I don’t get.” I said, “Helen, I asked where your book is.” “Oh,” she said, “I...um... don’t uh… I don’t know.” “Alright Helen, what’s up? Why are you acting so weird?” I asked. “Well, the real reason I invited you over here was that...h god this is awkward… but I’ve had a crush n you since first semester. I wanted to tell you before school got out because I wanted to know if you’d go out with me.” I was dumbfounded. I replied, “Wow. Um yeah Helen, I’ve actually been into you since first semester. I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while, but I thought you’d reject me so I never did.” “So what do we do now?” she asked.
“I have an idea.” I said, and took her into my arms and started kissing her. We made out for about 10 minutes, passionately kissing each other and holding each other. After we were done, she pulled her shirt off, revealing a sexy black frilly bra. She pulled of my shirt, and then I unhooked her bra. Her tits were amazing. Before I could do anything, she pulled my pants and underwear off (she liked the silk boxers) and started playing with my dick. At first she just put her mouth just around the head of my dick, which by the way, was a pretty good size at 8 ½ inches. She swirled her tongue around my head, and it felt freaking great. After a while I pushed her mouth down all the way, so she was fully sucking my dick, again swirling her tongue and working on of her hands on the shaft of my dick twisting it and moving it up and down while moving her head up and down, while cupping my balls with the other hand. I guess she knew I was about to cum, because she said, “Oh no big boy, you’re not gonna cum yet.” She took her head and head off my dick and laid down on the couch and said, “Eat my pussy.” I looked over and saw the magnificent sight that was her pussy. It was a beautiful sight to behold, completely hairless. I eagerly jumped at it and ate her out. As soon as I started eating her pussy, she started moaning in ecstasy and pleasure.
After about 2 minutes I found her clit and I went to town. This seemed to send her into overdrive, as she was practically screaming now. She was so wet and her juices were flowing freely, and they tasted great. Just to push her over the edge, I stuck a finger into her pussy. She loved it. She started bucking her hips and her moans grew even louder. This was almost enough to make me cum. She must have come three times before I was done eating her out and fingering her cunt. She sat up and I started to fuck her tits. She pushed them together as I stuck my dick in the space between them and started thrusting up. She put her mouth where my dick would come up, so she could suck it while I fucked her tits. I came all over her face and tits. My dick, of course, became softer. To combat this Helen sat me down in a chair, sat on my dick wither her back to me and started grinding on my dick. That did the trick. My dick stood to attention like a soldier in the Army. Since it was so hard and she was already grinding me, I shoved me dick in her pussy. I guess she wasn’t expecting it, because she sort of yelped in surprise. I asked if she was O.K., and she said she hadn’t ever had a dick this big inside of her before. That made me feel good, and it only got me more turned on. She decided that instead of me thrusting up and her taking it, we would move to the couch and she would put her feet up she could make herself go up and down. She did just that, and after a while, I was ready to take control. I held her hips in place and started thrusting up vigorously. She moaned even louder in pleasure and that alone was almost enough to make me cum.
She got off of my dick and got down on all fours. She turned around her head to face me and said, “Alright, now stick it in my ass.” I gladly jumped on that ass and started to stick my dick in her asshole. She yelped and said, “It can’t work, we need lube.” I put my hand under her pussy and got some her juices and rubbed them on my dick. Sufficiently lubed up, I slowly started easing my dick into her ass. Every inch deeper it got into her, she moaned slightly louder. Then all of a sudden, I shoved my dick into her ass, making her moan/yell. I started pumping my dick furiously into her ass, and she was about ready to die. She shouted, “I’m cumming again!” Almost simultaneously I blew my load into her ass, shooting burst after burst of my hot, white, sticky load in her ass.
After I was done cumming, I pulled my still hard dick out of her ass flipped her over so that I was on my back and she was on top of me and stuck it in her pussy. I was just ripping her pussy up. She was just moaning in pleasure and shouting, “Oh my God! You’re soooo big! AAAH AH AH!” It seemed as if she couldn’t handle me! We kept going on like this for what seemed like hours, and then she shouted, “Oh God I’m cumming again!” I could feel her pussy tighten around my dick and this made me cum, and my dick bursted with hot white cum that exploded into her pussy, while she was cumming. Her pussy was milking my dick for every last drop of my cum. After I was done cumming, I pulled out of her pussy. I sat back down on the couch with her, and we just looked at each other. I said to her, “that was great. I have a confession though; you were my first, and definitely the best.” She replied, “Oh that’s ok, you were only my second. So what do we do now, it’s almost 7?” “Well, that depends.” I said. “On what?” she said. “What does your mom look like?” I replied. She punched me in the arm while laughing.

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My friend Lizzie and I went to brittany in the north of France for a weekend in June when we were 15 years old. As soon as we got there at 10.30 at night we threw our bags into our room, and quickly changed into short skirts and more revealing tops. I had a boyfriend back home, but I thought this would be a nice drunken girly weekend with my best friend and so I wore my tightest denim mini, with my long light brown legs on show, and a baby pink polo shirt, with my 32D cleavage almost bursting...

3 years ago
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French Lessons

The term ‘reserved occupation’ was used by many European countries in WWII to categorise certain trades and skills which exempted people from being conscripted for military service. In Britain, farming was one such skill; and as a farmer, my Uncle Ned (not a real uncle) was able to continue with his arable farming. He had recently taken a new bride: half his age and strikingly beautiful.Colette was a French refugee and the talk of the village. Some said Ned was a lucky man to share his bed with...

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French Lessons sur La Toilette

I was only 24 when I was sent to Jersey for three months to learn all about Stock Broking. I had left school at 17 and had joined a Shipping Agent company but the shipping business had collapsed with the use of the containers, and the company had to concentrate on its Investment Trust work. I was met at airport by the Managing Director who took me directly to the person who had agreed to put me up for three months. She was the widow of a director who had died some four months previously, from...

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French NieceChapter 3 New York Aug 28 2004

You couldn't mistake them for anything but what they were, rich French women deigning to allow the United States the pleasure of their company for a short while. And as they slowly walked towards me, every molecule in my body screamed 'danger', a warning I knew I couldn't heed. "Ah, Amelie, le voila," my sister intoned to her daughter, pointing at me. "Marie, Cat, what a pleasure," I said, rushing to meet them. There were no family hugs from these two, just a cheerless waving at my...

1 year ago
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Score Classics

ScoreClassics has a name that sets you up for something big. The “Classics” part lets you know you’re about to see some legendary shit, the kind of shit that has stood the test of time and is still talked about years or decades later. The “Score” part tells us we’re going to see somebody win big. It might be your favorite basketball team back in the ‘70s, but let’s be real, you’re reading this on ThePornDude. That big winning isn’t a sports thing, a video game tournament or a gambling problem;...

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La classe

Sono ormai al terzo anno di scienze umane, un indirizzo scelto quasi solo da ragazze, e sono rimasto l'unico maschio della mia classe. Tutto inizia bene e per i primi giorni nulla di strano accade, fino a che non...

BDSM
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Private Classics

I bet everyone has their own Private Classics when they’re jacking off. You know the ones I’m talking about: those perfect pornos you may have found 5, 10, 20 years ago that still make you hard as a fucking rock every single time. It’s no wonder some of the long-running Internet porn sites have cashed in on the fad, offering up some of their vintage hits, oldies and goldies that put them on the map in the first place. I mean, shit, just because it’s old doesn’t mean you’re going to get bored of...

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Classifieds

Every time he looked online, Drew found himself drawn to it. He wasn't sure why. Maybe because it suggested submission in such a strong way. Maybe because it emphasized the vulnerability he felt about his genitals. Not being big enough, masculine enough. Whatever it was, he couldn't deny he wanted it. But he couldn't order it online because he had no private place for it to be sent. He shared a room with someone and so a package like that was too risky. He'd driven to the only adult store...

4 years ago
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French and wet

Tim Jenkins seemed like just your average 11th grader. His grades were mediocre, he played basketball and baseball for his high school, and he was noticed by girls. His problem was that he’d never had a girlfriend before and was too nervous to ask a girl out. As we all know, this may cause some problems when you are 17. His lack of girls led him to become a porn addict. This is where the story starts. It was mid-October, and Tim had the day off from school because of a teacher work...

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French Lesson Ch 02

They are sharing breakfast at the long dining table. Dwarfed by its length, it could seat around 20, the manoir must have been built around it. She’d woken before him this morning, coaxed from sleep by the sun and the obstreperous birds. He was still sleeping, the ghost of a snore. Looking hard at the firm, handsome enough face, gentled by sleep, she had weighed up the opportunities and reluctantly decided to let him rest. She had bathed and dressed quickly, hopped on to the clanking old...

2 years ago
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French Lesson Ch 03

They lay together, squashed in a hammock. She’d found it hidden in the hayloft and secured it, hopefully, between an apple with fruitlets and a recently cropped cherry. Getting in had been a challenge as a lot of tipping and rocking seemed to occur. Lucky it was close to the ground. They’d laughed so much that her eyes watered and they were still chuckling as they lay there. Eventually, by sitting on it together and opposite, then swinging legs over, they managed it and were now lying facing...

2 years ago
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French Throat

She crawled over to him on all fours while he laid back on the plump, cushy couch with his legs up in the air and his asshole winking at her. He rubbed his cock to attention and said ‘crawl over her you little bitch and eat my asshole.’ She crawled over, her 4-inch high heels clacking on the wood floor beneath her as she crawled. She couldn’t take her eyes of his delicious-looking, puckered asshole. She put her hands on both of his legs and pressed them even further towards the man’s head so...

3 years ago
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French nature Public Sex 3rd Part

After first exciting day in Paris and hot sex in ambulance my French lover took me for sightseeing of Paris. Whole morning we were visiting famous places in Paris and he was really trying to make me feeling nice and important.I was enjoying it, but also I could not stop thinking on hot sex on parking lot from yesterday. I saw he is a little bit shy in taking action, so I suggested him to show me nature around Paris. We were already near to high way when I said to him “I think you would like to...

3 years ago
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French coast fun

I was travelling alone across Western Europe a few years ago. Amsterdam, Prague, Paris, etc. Eventually London and Dublin. But first, a late-night train to Calais on the coast of the channel. As usual, when I'm travelling, I read a lot. On this one night a young English guy sitting across from me noticed the title of my book and we struck up a conversation. He was on his way home from Aix, France, where he had been picking g****s. Just an adventurer trying something new. Nice-looking guy named...

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FRENCH LESSONS

Lucy lived a quiet life, simple and typical of a young girl in the French countryside during 1860. Sighing, Lucy set down her needlework and went outside her father's tiny cottage, looking at the flowers. How beautiful they were as they reached toward the sun on this early spring day! She would have to pick some of the budding blooms for Papa later.She smiled, leaning down and smelling some of the daffodils. Her Papa was her dearest friend. Indeed, her only friend. They lived miles away from...

2 years ago
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French Maid

He paid no attention to her as she entered the room. He was used to the help being around him while he worked. He paid all of them well enough to do their work without bothering him. The maid would simply clean the room and then leave. Her perfume smelled different today, more like that of a young woman then someone who was fifty years old. This caused him to look up. In front of him was a very good looking woman, about 30 years old with a great body. She was wearing a maids outfit with a hem...

2 years ago
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French Maid

He paid no attention to her as she entered the room. He was used to the help being around him while he worked. He paid all of them well enough to do their work without bothering him. The maid would simply clean the room and then leave. Her perfume smelled different today, more like that of a young woman then someone who was fifty years old. This caused him to look up. In front of him was a very good looking woman, about 30 years old with a great body. She was wearing a maids outfit with a hem...

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French Quarter Vampirette

I woke up in a cold sweat from another nightmare.  It was always dark and foggy in them.  For the past few weeks, I'd had a continuing nightmare of a mysterious woman lurking around me. I don’t know why I was worried. The woman was hot as hell and numerous times I had awoken with a hard cock.  I figured I was dreaming of fucking her, but I could never remember that part with her.  It made me nervous because I felt she looked familiar but in the same sense I’ve never seen her before.  That’s why...

Supernatural
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French couple with a Indian Pakistani colleague

We are a French couple and lived in the UK for about 2 years. We moved to Manchester as I work there. My wife is a teacher and teaches languages. We have been married for 3 years. At work I made a lot of friends, and went to a number of weddings and nights out with them. One guy in particular I got quite close with as he was a part time car dealer. This was last year before covid. He was of Indian/Pakistani origin and was in Manchester for work only, and is originally from Huddersfield. He is...

2 years ago
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French MaidChapter 3

The following day I didn't need to start work until the evening. So for most of the day I spent with one of my close friends, not actually letting on what was happening at the hotel, but hinting to her. She seemed shocked. I didn't let on that I had taken an active role in any of the goings-on. When I arrived I was waiting at the dinner tables for the first couple of hours. Apart from one of the guests, who put his hand up the back of my short dress everytime I served him, the dinner was...

4 years ago
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French MaidChapter 7

One morning at about 10 am I was sent up to a room with a feather duster of all things. I had the standard outfit on, black stockings, suspender belt, skimpy panties and bra, plus a French Maid's outfit. I knocked on the door and was told to enter. The man sitting there was dark haired and about 50 years old. He was slim and not so bad looking. He had a nice smile and was holding a newspaper in his hands. "I want you to do the dusting please," he told me, "But only in your...

2 years ago
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French MaidChapter 9

It was about 9:30 one Monday morning when I was asked to go to a room on the top floor. I was told it was for some dictation, and I was to take a notepad and pencil. I found one in the office and headed upstairs. Entering the room I found a man in his early forties wearing a three-piece suit with shirt and tie. He had brown hair, fairly short and a pleasant face. He was medium weight and in the suit looked really good. "I need you to take some letters for me." He said ushering me into the...

3 years ago
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French MaidChapter 10

Another day at the hotel, a Thursday in fact. The first three hours of my shift had been boring, just general maid duties, changing beds etc. But at eleven o'clock I was told that I had been requested to a room on the second floor. I knocked and a well-spoken voice belonging to a lady told me to come in. Opening the door I found a woman in her mid-forties, very well dressed and very elegant looking together with an older man. I guessed he was about sixty. He was white haired, fairly thin,...

2 years ago
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French MaidChapter 11

One day, I'd had been on duty for several hours, just normal chamber maid work when I was told I had been requested by the Colonel on the top floor. I had previously seen the Colonel twice now. He was a dear old man, quite soft hearted, and I had found our two meetings a lot of fun. So I changed into a fresh uniform, the usual, French Maid dress, white stockings, suspender belt, bra and panties, and went up to his room. I was told to come in when I knocked and there he was sitting there....

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