I sat in his chair and you should have seen the trucker cheese on the arm rests.

Did you see the trucker cheese on that wall? I could have scraped it off with a spatula.

This is a true story of when I was a scared virgin.

I was in my freshman year of college. I had been the nerd all through highschool. I was highly introverted, yet was insanely lonely. I met a girl in the fourth week of class. Her name was Nicole. Her appearance was of red hair, six feet tall, and relatively lush. I was only five six, and I didn't think that I had a chance with her. Somehow, we began talking in psychology while discussing Freudian psychosexual development. We clicked along well, and I didn't want the class to end. The class ended, and we said goodbye to each other. The next time, she invited me to a sorority party. I lived in a dorm, and detested parties. I accepted her request, although I was uncertain of how to proceede. Anyways, saturday arrived, and I got ready for the party. I put on some underarmor and cologne. I was in loose fitting clothes as I always was for parties. I didn't know the way to the house, so I opened up a self made map of campus. I located the house on the map and set off. Along the way, my tension grew with every step. It wan't the bestial lust of a seasoned womanizer anticipating his next encounter. It was the fear of a student about to take the SAT's. I went onwards, because I didn't want to look like a coward, and because I wanted to prove myself to Nicole. I arrived at the house and asked the chick at the door if Nicole was inside. She said yes, and that Nicole was unusually enthusiastic for tonight. I entered the house and was...

We were all at the house playing charades having a fun time. It was Lisa's turn to act out a phrase and again she couldn't seem to get anyone on her team to guess the phrase, time expired and Lisa stood up threw her full glass of wine on the wall. We all felt bad for her boyfriend Marshall, who just sat there shaking his head apologizing for her tantrum, he was trying to blame it on the alcohol, but we all knew the truth. This crazy chick was having a BiPolar Moment.

When my boyfriend arrived, I was wearing a skimpy black dress, black lacy boyshorts, and no bra. As soon as we got into his room, I pressed him against the wall and began to rub my perky ass on his cock. As soon as it got hard, I ripped his pants down and took all seven inches of it into my mouth, licking and sucking the whole thing until he couldn't stand it anymore. Forcefully he grabbed me and ripped my dress off, the sight of my round perk boobs freely bouncing and my thin, tan waist driving him wild. I sat on the bed, opening my legs, and said, "Fuck me."
He didn't hesitate to do so, coming at me quickly and entering my wet pussy easily. He fucked me hard, deep, and fast, causing me to moan with pleasure at each deep thrust. He grunted and I moaned, "Fuck me, of fuck me, yes, yes." The sight of my own tits being grabbed and him entering me driving me absolutely wild.
But he slid out of me and turned me over on all fours, and went into my vagina again from the back. He spanked me and made me moan as he fucked me, harder and harder, and I kept cumming, not ever wanting him to stop. He pushed me down so I was laying, and continued to fuck me, the penis going deeper than ever into me, causing me to moan and moan.
Finally it happened, I orgasmed and at the same time he pulled out and cummed into my mouth and on my tits. I swallowed all that I could and rubbed the rest into my smooth skin
"Oh my god, thank you," I said, and he grabbed my tits some more.
Sex:)

When I was in the valley, there was this great Cantiki bar where we sat ouside in the warm night air.

after i took that couch shit trap i put a video camera on the wall and taped steve while he sat on it