Most Read Bi College Sex Stories - Page 5

Carey And Tracy

Over the next couple of days, Carey would go about her business, getting ready for classes. She realized that Tracy had already bought her books well before classes started, and had been studying nearly non-stop. Dave had visited from another dorm almost everyday, and had commented that Tracy should get out more... Carey began to feel sorry for Tracy, for as the first week of classes passed, Tracy had left her desk only to eat, shower, and go to class. Carey saw Tracy running full speed into a nervous breakdown, and couldn't help but wish to help. Carey tried inviting Tracy out on several occasions with Dave, but each time, she refused.
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Mannys Summer School

This was one of those nights. They'd come in after mid-night, and were the first customers I'd had in over an hour. If it had been my place, I'd have closed, but I had to keep the bar open till two, come hell or high water. And it looked like I might have to deal with the high water. They came in drenched to the skin. I got towels for them from the back, and they dried off a bit as we talked. Cold and wet, I fixed them my favorite cold weather drink, tea with rum, something I'd come to love when I lived in Europe the summer before. It seemed to please Peter.
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True To Life II

The night she and Michael had first made love had been a turning point in the life of Arlene Koda. She was trapped in a loveless marriage and about to have the one thing she really loved, her teaching career, taken from her. Her now soon to be ex-husband, Doctor Alan Fitzgerald, had been made head of surgery at the prestigious Saint Matthew's Hospital. As such, he expected her to give up the teaching career she'd begun before she'd met him and simply become Mrs. Alan Fitzgerald. It was already a point of constant contention to him that she had kept her maiden name.
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Thanksgiving

Gisele's fingers found the soft upward curve of my behind and I moaned at both the sensation and the frustration of what she had bypassed to get there. My legs fell further apart at the same moment her finger pushed against my anus and I moaned again. Her finger probed deeper and her question took me by surprise. 'Does he do you there?' she inquired. The answer was so personal I could only nod. 'So does Roger,' she smiled speaking of her own husband. A shudder of sensuality shook through me as her index finger slid deep into my bottom. My shoulders and feet pressed against the tub, raising my cheeks and arching my belly out of the water. The pad of her thumb slipped into the waiting folds of my sex and pressed deliciously on my eager clit. 'Do you masturbate often?' she asked.
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Short Story About Kinky Professor

I would accompany him to various college events and socials, always dressed up per his instructions. His return on investment was that he had the right to strip me naked, oil me up and photograph me naked with a hardon whenever he wanted. He would rub the warm oil all over my body and stroke my penis to erection before shooting any pictures. I never saw or heard from him again.
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