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High School Anal Virgin Part 2 [m/f]

Part One

C reached forward and pushed my arms out from underneath me so that I collapsed onto the seat. My ass was still arched high, but my face was pressed into the car seat. He took one of my hands and guided it backwards, wrapping my fingers around his cock. While I slowly jacked him off, he licked and nibbled on my neck and ears.

High School Anal Virgin [m/f]

I haven’t been keeping you guys up to date on my antics with C for the last couple months – I’ve been busy finishing college applications! It’s finally winter break, and I thought you would like to hear about what I did last night.

I describe the two of us in more detail in my first story, but if you’re lazy just remember that we’re both high school seniors. I’m a 115 pound, 5’5” dirty blonde with hazel eyes, and C’s a tall, toned, blue-eyed guy with short light brown hair.

First Week at College Fuck

I was a freshman in college and knew Nicole through a mutual friend from back home. I didn’t know she went to the same college as I did, but saw her at a party during the first week of school and recognized her right away. Right off the bat, the sexual tension was thick. She was wearing short, tight white shorts that accentuated her curvy ass perfectly, and a black halter top that lifted her amazing rack to create a deep, tantalizing line of cleavage that successfully drew my eyes away from her lips, which were moving and attempting to tell me something that I was unable to focus on.

Happy Holidays. Don't forget to tip your mailman and have sex with your Christmas card photographer* (mff)

A couple of months ago I took pictures of my girlfriend and submitted one to /r/gonewild. She knew about it and she gave me permission to do it but it's not something she would have done herself. She's over thirty years old and gonewild is full of eighteen, nineteen and twenty-year-olds so she was afraid she wouldn't fit in. I disagreed.

"Guess we aren't making it to class again." [m/f]

I can’t say for sure when I first met Rachel, only that it was sometime during our freshman year of college, and if I had to guess, probably crammed into some dorm hallway with red cups in our hands. Rachel wasn’t the type of girl that everyone noticed outright, but she did reward watchful eyes. She was short, with a curvy figure she still hid behind the unflattering high school wardrobe she’d brought with her. Still, it couldn’t hide her taut skin that shone with a golden, healthy glow. Or her long, copper hair, that she always styled simply, in order to frame her face.

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