Oldest Bi College Sex Stories - Page 4

Masturbating To Sound Of Ken Jacking Off

For some reason you were very insecure about your husky body. You didn't have a girlfriend. Maybe it was your emerging beer belly or receding hairline that you were worried about -- I don't know. You and I were big guys to start with and our boozing certainly didn't help any. But what are two 25 year old college dudes to do? You were shorter and hairier than me, standing at 5'11" and weighing around 230 pounds. I was stockier and taller than you, standing at 6'3" and weighing about the same as you.
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Enjoy Being Fucked Hard

But I did not see anybody and my heart skipped a beat. I was not afraid of him but was excited by the situation, which was ahead of me. He asked me to sit on the couch and gave me some cold drink, may be coke or something like that. He sat near me and asked me if I was surprised for seeing no one. I said yes I sure was. He told me that he wanted to call me alone but was afraid to do so thinking that I will not come. So he gave a party for his false promotion.
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I Like To Watch

I showed up at his house at eight. We all watched TV and yacked for a while. The atmosphere was tense, we were all excited. Then David said that he and Stacey were going to go upstairs, and I could come if I wanted. Of course I did. David lit a candle, and turned out the lights, and they got on the bed. I sat in an armchair near the bed, and felt self-conscious. Then they started to kiss and make out. Stacey got his shirt off and started kissing him all over. David had a nice body. He was no jock, but he was slim, and his muscles were we well-defined. He had a nice smooth chest, and I loved the way he responded when Stacey playfully bit at his nipples. Then Stacey's shirt came off, and her bra.
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Shawn's Bi Adventure

The most erotic experience I ever encountered happened a few weeks ago when I was supposed to attend a seminar in Atlanta that was cancelled the day before. I went home to unpack my things and get to work in my private studio room. I was working for about twenty minutes when I heard Maria come home. She had Sandy tagging along with her as they bounced in the living room and dropped their bags. I was going to go out and say hello but something held me back. I looked out the open entrance as I heard Sandy speak out.
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Auctioned Off On The Bloc For Bisexual College Experience

The guy I'm talking to is a friend of mine, Darren Wanamaker. Darren and I went to the same High School. We knew each other then, though not really. We ended up at the same university, with the same major. We had mutual classes and since we kind of knew each other, and Darren is super-smart, we started studying together. We didn't see each other too much socially, although we did grab a meal here and there and he would occasionally come to one of my Fraternity's parties.
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Buck Wild College Sex With Professor

"Yes, Ms. Mitchell, this pussy will do nicely" he said as he slapped his dick on my hood,"You have a swollen clit, it looks like a little penis coming from under a fat lip, let suck your little dick, bitch..." I was shocked! Yet, Excited! Maybe he was just trying to explore...who knew? He bent down and began to lick then suck my clit like it was a dick indeed. I felt like I wanted to shoot off in his mouth! I had often had dreams of coming with a dick of my own. I had dreamed of coming all over the face of some bitch or some man I had made my bitch. This was almost a fantasy come true, little did I know, it would get even better. He sucked back and forth, back and forth, licking my sloppy pussy lips every now and then. Then, he acted as if he could not take it any more.
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Not Your Average Movie Night

When I got to freshman year of college, by the end of my first semester, I had not even gotten to first base with a single girl. I had friends who were guys and friends who were girls. Throughout the semester, though I had still been fairly regularly jacking off to gay porn as well as straight still, I was only hoping to "score" with a girl. Among the friends in my clique, the girls were not particularly interested in me sexually. They were nice, but I knew none were attracted to me. As for the guys, none of them seemed even remotely gay or bi-curious, and if they were, they did not show any such feelings towards me.
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Storm

'But Jack would be stranded for hours. Maybe overnight. Com'on. If not for him, do it for me...' she said, forcing out a sexy tone, although the tone of desperation was too obvious. She came closer to me, walking ever so slowly, like she was trying to come on to me, and then placed her finger on my shoulder. I was not wearing any shirt, which I knew she liked it that way. She loved my body. And I, hers. She ran her finger down, crossing my chest, down to the navel.
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Brian And Me Join Forces For Bisexual College Experience

I went back to the work but kept looking over to make sure Brian was alright. He seemed to be totally out of it. Every so often stirring a bit but that was all. About an hour later he started moving around so I looked and he was trying to get his jeans off but not having much luck. Of course he couldn't really do it and all he had managed to do was unsnap them and that took 10 minutes. I paused then went to help. He didn't even know I was there when I called to him telling him what I was doing. Like a band aid, I figure I would just yank them off and get back to work but it didn't happen that way.
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Ann And Peter Bisex Chronicles

This chance meeting developed into coffee after work. It became apparent to Ann that Peter was probably not college type. He was no scholar. But, Peter had a house trailer that he was renting and he was looking for a roommate and another couple to share expenses with. Ann smelled opportunity. After coffee they went for a walk around campus and had a long conversation. She offered to share the expenses of the trailer and help recruit another couple to share it with. Peter was mildly enthusiastic. He became a little warmer to the idea when he noticed that Ann had unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse.
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