Girls of Alpha Beta Delta Ch. 85

1.Unintentional Creampie The first time I went down on my girlfriend just after another man had fucked her was an accident. I didn't even know I was doing it. And when I found out I felt angry, humiliated, disgusted, upset. Especially when she laughed and made fun of me about it. It was only later that I found myself constantly thinking about it, constantly aroused whenever I remembered. My shame and humiliation had turned to an intense sexual obsession. It was a Saturday morning. I woke up hungover, still drunk perhaps, with little recollection of the previous night. Woke up with an erection and feeling horny in an exciting submissive way, as I often did. My girlfriend Tina was snoring next to me, in our bed. She felt hot, sweaty, sticky, big and sexy. I cuddled into her from behind, my small stiff dick pressing into her ample bottom. I kissed the back of her neck and her broad strong shoulders and wrapped my arms around her, cupping her large breasts, stroking her nipples in my

We both lie here on her bed. I see her back. She feels so soft! I run my hands up and down her body, caressing it. We're still both naked, lying here on the bed. I have a perfect view of her face. I stare into her eyes and she into mine. She has a flawless face. She has 'that smile' on her face. Her long legs and her curvy hips are a sight to behold. I plant a kiss on her lips. She returns it in kind. Her smile grows. I continue to run my hands up and down her side. "Would you like to come to London with me?" "I've never been there before, I would love that. Give me a day. I get my Masters, tomorrow." "Oh that's nice, what are you studying?" "Aerospace Engineering." "Oh nice. How about this? I'll go to your graduation, and then we'll go to London." "Sounds like a plan! So what are we going to do in London?" "Just wanting to see the sights." "I've got a sight right in front of me

This is a mostly true story of my first trip up (the) Nile. His name was Nile. My name is Alan. We were both young at the time...18, of course. Friends since early grammar school, we hung out a lot together. Riding our bikes was a passion. I had other passions in mind for Nile, but at that age, with no experience, I only managed to express them solo. Many times I'd 'solo' myself to orgasm, with Nile looming large in my imagination. Then one day it all changed. Nile took charge. He was blond-haired and blue-eyed. His skin was the palest and creamiest I had ever gazed upon. He was anemic. I remember lots of times sitting at the foot of his bed, while Nile recuperated from a bout of anemia, his schoolwork on my lap, as I finished it up for him. We would joke and laugh a lot about guy stuff. The last time before we hooked up, he was sitting upright in his bed. All of a sudden, his head hit the pillow, and his body slung downward toward me. He let out a low sigh. I was terrifi

I first met Nok when she arrived on a temporary visa. She was following in her mother's footsteps, having completed high school in Thailand. As I was married to her mother, I was officially her sponsor, a kind of guarantor and financial support for her. Since Nok did not want to go on to university, she quickly became able to pay her own way, working with her mother Som, as a cleaner. Daily they would disappear together early in the morning, trooping home hours later, tired. Nok would then dive into her room, staying there for hours at a time. I found this kind of behavior a little odd and I wondered whether she was homesick. After all, being ripped out of Thai culture and thrust into an entirely foreign one would be difficult, at the best of times. But Som told me that her daughter was perfectly happy. "She loves being here," my wife replied to yet another of my persistent inquires on the topic. "She seems so quiet, withdrawn," I said, "And she hides in

"Goddamn you look cute, Rikki!" Bill exclaimed, rising off his couch as he did so, brunette wig slightly askew. "No cursing," Bill's wife Chrissy said from a bar stool, a magazine and vodka martini in front of her. As Rikki made her way forward, from guest bathroom to livingroom, "she" found it a little odd that Chrissy objected to her husband's swearing but not to his sharing their home with a fellow crossdresser. "Give me a hug!" Bill further exclaimed, meeting Rikki halfway. "You two couldn't find a dress?" Bill, dressed like Rikki in wig, makeup, bra, panties, stockings and shoes (heels in Bill's shorter case, Rikki in strappy flats), ignored his wife as they first hugged then kissed on the lips. "No kissing in front of me," Chrissy said, her back to them, eyes in the back of her head apparently. "It was just a peck," Bill protested. "OK but no making out," Chrissy cautioned. "Not

[Note to Readers: I know that some of you have been getting impatient with the way this story has wandered away from its original characters and settings. I understand where you're coming from, but I am just feeling my way around here, trying to broaden the palette a little bit. Please know that your patience is appreciated, as well as the time you spend reading, and your comments — even the negative ones. My hope is that in the end it'll all be worth your while.] Jenny got out her own laptop and began to research what was happening in Austin that weekend. She had been scrolling through an event calendar for a few minutes, not seeing anything that particularly grabbed her, when suddenly a familiar name appeared. It took her a second to place it, and then she realized — this was Hana's band, and they were playing the very next night! She wasn't superstitious by nature, but this seemed like a pretty clear sign. She decided that she would do whatever she had to do to make