1. My First b**st


    Date: 7/2/2017, Categories: First Time, Masturbation, Sex Humor, Author: qudduse, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    weeks to find a place and move.” He had obviously thought about this situation before. Perhaps he had been through it before. I had thought about it too. “You and your things will be gone. If they aren’t, or if I ever see you around here again, or if I ever hear of you contacting that little girl, we are going to find out what the penalty is for a twenty-nine year-old man fucking a fifteen year-old little girl.” His face turned pale, but then he thought and said, “you’re not going to do that. I heard you tell her that you weren’t going to tell her mother.” “I...won’t...tell...her...mother,” I said between clinched teeth. I got up, grabbed my purse, and left. I was angered, but strangely calm. I was mad at Scott, and at men in general. I didn’t know where to go, so I called Julie, my friend. “I need to talk. Can I come over?” “Sure, she said. Don’t knock; just come on in.” I called work and told them I wouldn’t be back that day. As I drove toward Julie’s, I couldn’t get the image of Scott pounding Cindi’s little pussy out of my mind. I had actually stood and watched quite a bit longer than necessary before I interrupted them. I rationalized that I needed to make sure I wasn’t jumping to conclusions, but as I drove, I knew the real reason was that I was turned on by the scene. As my mind jumped back to that scene again and again, my pussy was becoming soaked. I was hot, and beginning to breathe harder than normal. I tried to block it out, but I kept seeing his big cock’s ...
    length sliding into her slippery wet pussy, as his hips drove up to meet her falling ones. I was outraged by his actions, and I was horrified by my rising passion, but I couldn’t do anything about it. When I reached Julie’s apartment, my legs were shaky, and I sat for a few seconds before I stood up. I walked somewhat unsteadily to her apartment and went in. Julie was on her sofa, still in her short, sheer nightgown, and was clearly wearing no bottoms. This was not unusual: She was a nurse, who worked until 11:00 pm, and had not been up long. I had spent the night with her and she with me many times, and we were imminently comfortable in each other’s presence. I had never had any overt sexual feelings for another woman, but this morning, in my state of arousal, her nearly naked look certainly did nothing to quell my sexual excitement. I knew she had been with another woman occasionally in college, and I wondered if I had subconsciously chosen to call her because I thought I might try that. Another thought, titillating and horrifying at the same time. “Grab some coffee. What’s up?” She said. I took her cup and refilled it, grabbing one of my own and sat at the other end of the sofa. I recounted for her my morning up to then, and as I described the scene in my bed, I couldn’t help adding far more detail than necessary for her understanding. I would feel my pussy oozing more juice as I was unable to control my breathing. I hoped she interpreted my halted breathing as anger, rather ...
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