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Do you write sex stories or sex-related texts? Register here to post. Confessions of a Cum Slut Pt. Posted Tue 20th of December Report. Introduction: Hi. When you go from being a senior in high school—totally chill, biggest fish in the pond, wise and sophisticated—to being a freshman in college—totally lost, insecure, minnow in a big, strange ocean.

Add in that I was an year-old virgin, maybe a lesbian, and a cum slut who got off sucking anonymous dicks in a glory hole, and weird was too feeble a word to describe it.

I just knew that I liked girls in a not-quite-normal way, that I needed a dick in my mouth to climax while touching myself, that I was a full-on cock worshipping cum slut, and that I thought guys were mostly dorks.

Weird squared, right? Luckily, I got into a school that my parents could almost afford, and that was liberal as all shit. But hey, that was me all over. Free nude granny tumblr knew I liked girls, and Alison angel nude girl knew I liked dicks, so either way, right?

I was only half right. All college-age males are dorks, but transgender guys are only part male, hence only part dork. Go figure. But in a way I lucked out: my room mate Lonni was a keeper. I liked her right away. She was more pretty than beautiful, with pert, bouncy tits, nice skin, and a great sense of humor. Plus she had that self assurance I was drawn to in girls.

She was a funny mixture—part very girly-girl feminine: legs shaved everything shaved, Slut writing on a girls forehead blowjob far as I could tellmakeup, lacy blouses and heels; but part tomboy: blunt speaking, funny in a crude way sometimes, and physically assertive.

Lonni could tell I liked her, and she took me under her wing as a project—sort of an ugly duckling that she was confident she could make into a swan. I was part of her entourage. Actually I was her whole entourage, but she acted as if the rest of her following had just stepped out. She gave me the benefit of her advice, which were more-or-less marching orders for me, and she had me do little things for her: paint her fingernails, French-braid her hair… a lot like Linda Sue, now that I think of it, but nicer.

In fact, my sex life had become hypothetical. I was focusing on my classes, ignoring the yearning between my legs as much as possible. There was no sense masturbating without a cock to suck, at least for me, and I was too busy adapting to my new Slut writing on a girls forehead blowjob to go out Slut writing on a girls forehead blowjob, so I just did without. But the pressure was building. I was shy, and I pretty much kept my past to myself, even from my room mate Lonni.

But then one Friday night Lonni smuggled a bottle of vanilla vodka into our dorm room and the two of us got demurely, girlishly, falling-over wasted.

She cried and I cried for her. We got feeling all cozy and kind of held hands, and I got a little tingly, and it got kind of awkward, and she flat out asked me about my sexual orientation.

Told her my whole story. She seemed interested and sympathetic about my submissive lesbian sex-slave phase with Linda-Sue, outraged about the way Linda Sue had used me as a cum receptacle for her boyfriend, stunned—but I think a little impressed—with my brief reign as queen Cindy of the downtown glory hole, and fascinated by my need for a cock in my mouth to successfully reach a Desi anal fucking picture while playing with myself.

What a waste. I do… sort of have a… a crush on you. If you wanted. I stood. This felt familiar. I liked it. And your top. My tits are small Slut writing on a girls forehead blowjob I like to let them breathe. I stood there naked, waiting for Lonni to tell me what to do next.

My pussy began to tingle in a good, good way. Fortunately, I have your best interests at heart. Now sit down on the bed, lean back with your feet on the floor, and spread your legs. Lonni was going to help me find out who Slut writing on a girls forehead blowjob was.

I hoped I was a lesbian. I wanted Lonni to have the pleasure of making me cum with her mouth, the same pleasure I got from making a cock cum in mine. And I wanted the sweet release of an orgasm, right now. I wanted to cum so bad, I would try just about anything. So I laid back, opened my legs, closed my eyes, and let the vodka make the room spin.

Lonni knelt on the carpet Slut writing on a girls forehead blowjob the Slut writing on a girls forehead blowjob of my bed, between my thighs. She ran her tongue around my pussy lips, making me gasp with pleasure. This was new, and thrilling.

I felt her fingers spread my lips. Her tongue Slut writing on a girls forehead blowjob and probed my virgin pleasure hole. It felt so good. Her tongue was warm and wet and alive, tasting me, touching me, licking me, penetrating me. She licked her way up my seam, from my Slut writing on a girls forehead blowjob wet pussy hole up to my love button, my clitoris. Lonni knew me better than I knew myself. Her expert tongue slid languidly up the left side of my clit, between the hood and the shaft, probed firmly over the the top of the hood, rubbing it against my tip in a fantastic way, then quickly lapped down my right side, her tongue alternately brushing the hood against my clit and then slipping inside the hood to tongue my Sexy mature lingerie slut directly.

She flicked her tongue left and right across the face of my shaft from the base up to the tip, flicking my tip ever so gently, giving me a stab of sudden pleasure. She sighed with satisfaction at my responses and lowered her tongue to my moist, seeping canal again, licking the slippery dew from my twat up Slut writing on a girls forehead blowjob my clitoris, basting my tender nub in my own juices, again and again.

I let out a slow, satisfied groan. This was exceeding all expectations. Oh, could Lonni eat cunt! She was an artist with her lips and tongue, and my pussy was her canvas.

She licked out tranquil, dreamy meadows and powerful, passionate storms. She sucked my clit into her hot mouth and hummed, slowly sliding her tongue around and around my tip. She brought me to the very edge of orgasm and held me there, in delicious torture, then backed off and did it again. And again. Finally, she took her lips from mine and sighed. Are you? More than I ever imagined. Do you feel frustrated?. Girl tongue is not enough. And creamy, with pinkish brown nipples.

She looked good. Give your mouth something to do. I gasped as she vigorously rubbed my clit, holding nothing back. I sucked her tongue and felt myself starting to fall… starting to fall… and not quite falling. After a while, Lonni stood again, looking down at my body, spread-legged, willing to do anything for her.

She shook her head. Lonni was teaching me. It was good. But first I want to explain something. It quickly swelled to a slender but respectable girth. The head was streamlined, and the same pinkish brown as her nipples. Lonni was a dickgirl, she-male, a girl with a cock. My heart fluttered.

She looked me in the eyes. I nodded, which made my head spin a little. Put your pretty cock inside me. Take my virginity. Take me. To a woman. Well, kind of. Someone who understood about being a woman, anyway.


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