where my morals go to die

Then they can dump all their pent-up seed into my girlfriend’s womb, taking turns painting her insides white even when she’s passed out.

At first - she feels awkward when he asks her not to wear a shirt when it's only just them, but feels bad saying no because he paid good money for them. With time she stops caring and parades around the house shirtless, and it becomes their norm.

But then their parents leave for a couple of weeks, and her bras start to mysteriously going missing. And yet - she still goes shirtless out of habit.

He pushes that boundary slowly, he doesn't want to spook her and lose his favourite free porn. He makes a comment here and there, compliments how perky they are, how her girlfriend must be obsessed with them, how hypnotising her puffy nipples look when she's going down the stairs...

She doesn't say anything back, but her rosy cheeks and quickened breath tell him everything.

So he finally tells her what her parading around is doing to him and begs her to just this once let him get off to them with her in the room. She very reluctantly says yes, but only if she won't have to look at it.

Except when he pulls his shorts down and his thick, meaty cock bounces up, she can't look away. He doesn't say anything, he just starts to move his fist up and down, milking drop, after drop of precum. Moaning louder and louder, loosing himself in the view in front of him, painting a degrading picture with his words... A picture that doesn't reach his precious little sister's ears, because she's too focused on his cock, and he just knows... His little sister might claim she's a dyke, but she's also cock obsessed.

She doesn't say anything when he pulls her closer, when he spreads her legs and pushes her panties to the side, when he slaps his dick on her clit a few times...

Only when he's balls deep in her leaking goldstar cunt - she starts to hear his obscene words, but now it's too late. She knows she lost...

Well

But none of that mattered because Lesbian sex isn't *real* sex

If she has a girlfriend—No, she doesn't! Her girlfriend's been relegated to just a friend and might even be happily paired off with another man too. Even better, her "girlfriend" might be getting fucked next to her or walking in on her while she's moaning his name or blissfully unaware that she's cumming her brains out with their male friend behind her back.

When he pulls down his pants, she grips it and gently strokes~

She pulls in close and gently presses it to her cheek

When she lays back, he presses it gently against her folds…

..but she never lets it enter! Her gold star is still in tact

Instead, she whimpers as he gently thrusts back and forth, rubbing it on her over and over...

Until finally she feels his warm cum on her body and a gasp escapes her mouth. She knows exactly where that cum would be if she'd let him in...

but she can't

I love showing off the physical power I have over them. Some of them will say they work out and they're strong, and not believe me. But when we go head to head, it's very obvious they're no match to a real man. There's always a moment of "oh fuck" in their eyes that I look for. It gets me so hard, knowing it triggers a primal fear in them, no matter what boundaries and trust we've established. Because in the back of our minds we both know that I could overpower and take them if I really wanted.

My cock is the second lesson. Standing naked face-to-face, my flaccid cock is obviously a package that is external to my body. A "t-cock" (what a silly word), or a clitoris is simply a bump on top of their pelvis. Some are slightly larger bumps. Some hardly visible. As they stroke my penis, I grow hard and thick. When I rub their pussy, they become engorged and wet. It is obvious that both our parts are getting ready for each other. My penis is meant to insert into their vagina. Faced with this reality, it's hard to argue that the sex they've had are on the same level. After all, sex has evolved to be between male and female genitalia. Hetero sex is the only one backed by billions of years of biology. Whatever it is that lesbians and fakeboys have used is just fantasy and fads, to be replaced by something else in another generation.

The third and final lesson, will be the evidence left inside your womb once I am done with you. I will walk away back to my life, and nothing will have changed. You will be scared that a seed would have taken hold, your ova invaded by my sperm. You will become big and heavy, forever altered by a single moment. You will toil for years to raise my bastard child. That is the difference between us. A man simply takes his pleasure. A woman is meant to deal with the unpleasant consequences.

You’ve only been with women all your life, but hearing how loud he’d make her moan through the walls, you began to be a little curious. Fed up with all of his offhand comments, you offer to help him out. Just this once.

You both decided that the best way to keep it from getting weird would be to have you on your back while he rubs his dick over your panties. This way you can turn your head, close your eyes, and imagine it’s a strap, while he doesn’t get to slip it in and take your gold star. You both get to feel good and you get to test the waters with a real dick.

What you didn’t expect was how good he felt. The warmth of a real dick, slowly sliding over your clothed cunt. You didn’t even realize that you started to guide his dick under your underwear, now feeling his shaft slide between your lips.

Finally, you decide to look up at him and take in the fact that a man is already pleasuring you better than any other woman has. You look him the eyes and tell him to just slip it in already. He eagerly dose so.

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unless he sends her pics of him breaking my gold star