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Some people have been writing stories on here, so I’m going to try my hand at it. A lot of it's true, some of it's a bit exaggerated for dramatic flair - but for the most part, it's true.

I couldn't help but notice how nice and obedient Amy was. She always followed the status quo, scribbling down notes that the professor would post on the projector. I never understood why she just didn’t take pictures of the notes the professor had on the projector. I often found myself close to her during class, smelling her unique scent. It was really hard to speak to her, but I knew she wouldn't want anything to do with someone like me. Amy was beautiful and alluring, way out of my league.

I couldn't take my eyes off her long brown hair, which cascaded down to the middle of her back. Her body was flawless, seeming as if it had been designed by the gods themselves. She had large breasts that begged to be touched and a slim waist that could make every man envy her. When she walked, her ass moved so gracefully that it was impossible not to be captivated by it. Each graceful step she took shook and swayed her perfect ass, and I found myself lost in her mesmerizing movements. I wanted her in every way sexually imaginable.

A few other girls she would sit and chat with before heading to another class made up the majority of her buddies on campus. I had the uneasy feeling that I was a stalker because I was always keeping a safe distance while watching her ass jiggle and breasts jump with each vigorous step she took. Amy was vivacious and often always smiling and pleasant. I knew she didn't have a boyfriend.

In the college library, I was alone and reading a book when I happened to glance up and notice Amy and a few of her friends passing by. I didn't stop staring at her until she disappeared from view. To see more of her, I really wanted to get up and follow her. I suppose I was allowing my crush on her to rule me in a way that I needed to control. My obsession with this woman was physically affecting my mental health, so I had to stop. I shook my head, sighed, and then picked up my book once more.
“You're a fucking creep, dude,” It was one of Amy's buddies when I looked up. My mouth was open, and I stumbled a little.
“Wh-what?” I mumbled.
“She finds it weird that you are constantly watching her. Quit objectifying her, you sick fucking prick.”
My heart plummeted to the bottom of my chest as the woman became more obnoxious.
"I-I didn't mean to, but I'm shy and hesitant to approach her.
“Tell her I'm sorry and that it won't happen again. I didn't mean to seem creepy."
I avoided making eye contact with my accuser by casting my gaze to the ground.
She remained still for a moment, and I overheard what sounded like a "huff" of a sigh.
“Hey, maybe you didn't mean to come off as a creep, it's evident you get nervous around ladies... maybe just attempt to say hi to her rather than staring at her from across the room?”
She appeared to settle down and even feel sorry for me. I simply nodded in agreement without looking up.
"Yes, I have problems with social anxiety. I mean, I feel a certain attraction to her, but I just can't approach her or anyone else and tell them, you know? I'm not confident enough.”
“What’s your name?” I looked up and made eye contact with her as she inquired.
I could hardly get out, "Mike."
She walked over to where Amy and her friends were sitting, motioning to Amy, who looked me in the eyes from across the room and she walked over to me.
My anxiety was out of control; I wanted to get up, flee the library, and hide in a dark corner. I became immobile.
"This is Mike, he has social anxiety, he comes off like a creep because he is shy and can't talk to the opposite sex without becoming anxious," her friend said as she walked over to me. "My psych classes are definitely paying off," she chuckled.
"Hello, Mike," Amy said sweetly. I'm sorry my friend yelled at you like that; I was just scared because you've been staring at me for a while now, and I've noticed."
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I just...well, I'm just..." I looked down.
"You're shy," Amy observed.
"Um yes," I whispered barely audible, as I looked up and melted into her beautiful eyes.
Amy took a seat to my right in an empty chair. "You got this tiger," her friend said as she patted her on the shoulder and walked away.
My heart began to race as Amy began to speak, "So you're not some psychotic crazed maniac, are you?"
"No, I just need to warm up, get to know you," I said, smiling.
We had a long conversation in which she asked me where I was from, where I lived, and what my hobbies were, and I asked her the same questions.
She was staying less than a mile away from my flat. She was a 20-year-old undergrad studying sociology with aspirations of becoming a social worker or possibly a teacher. I informed her that my major was computer science with a minor in psychology, but that I was considering making psychology my major because the computer science business was so competitive.
We talked for what seemed like hours, and I was truly warming up and emerging from my shell.
"May I take you out for a cup of coffee?" Perhaps a little too loudly, I blurted out.
"I'd like that, Mike," she chuckled, “It's a date."
I met her at a Starbucks not far from my appartment. My shyness surfaced once more when I walked in and saw her sitting at a table, waiting for me. I couldn't help but notice her stunning cleavage as she wore a tight blue "V" neck sweater. She smiled and stood up, hugging me. I felt her perfect breasts pressing into me and was immediately hard, so I sat down quickly.
She sat down, smirked, and asked, "So... "What is your favorite coffee here?"
"I like the caramel late, and cappuccino a lot too," I said, trying to refocus so my dick would go limp.
"I gotcha," she winked. Amy stood up and walked to the counter, where she placed the orders for our coffees. I felt bad because I wanted to pay for her but pitching a tent, I was embarrassed. She returned to our table and took a seat.
"I- was going to pay for it, I'm sorry."
Amy laughed and motioned to my crotch, "you were having other issues."
"Relax, you're ok," she said, gently touching my hand as I blushed.
"So, Mike I’ll be up front, how many girls have you been with?”
“Well, I had a girlfriend in high school, but well, you know those youthful relationships never turn out well at all,” I said, warming up to her again, “and that’s about it. My shyness turns most women off.”
“I think it’s cute,” she said, “now I kinda miss having my own personal stalker.”
I laughed, “I mean I didn’t think I was-“
“I’m joking!” Amy teased.
“I’ll bet a lot of guys ask you out. I’m shocked you don’t have a boyfriend, hell I’m shocked you’re here with me.”
“Well, I’ve been with one guy but it wasn’t serious. I was brought up in a very strict household, very conservative. That not so serious relationship was pretty much just a one-night stand. I think that was just me rebelling against my family, and so I didn’t have to live with being a virgin,” Amy said reflecting back.
She got up and got our coffee, “Here you go, stalker,” she laughed a bit.
“You know, I noticed you watching me from the get-go. I thought you were cute, but then you didn’t approach me, and I got a little nervous.”
“Yeah, unfortunately my shyness gets in the way of talking to people, especially beautiful women,” I told her.
We made small talk for a while and eventually we both decided we needed to get going as it was getting late. I walked her to her car and we exchanged phone numbers. I was afraid to kiss her. I wanted to kiss her, but my body just wouldn’t listen to my brain who was screaming, “KISS HER!”
As we exchanged goodbye hugs, she pulled me close to her. Amy gave my neck a soft kiss, and I turned to give her a kiss in return. She took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around me as our passionate tongues entwined. My hands pulled her in by grabbing her soft succulent ass. She was aware of my cock, prodding into her, but I didn't care. After what felt like over ten minutes of kissing, we both were blushing.
“Wow, you can kiss!”, she exclaimed, almost gasping for air. Her skin was flushed, and her chest was very red.
As her hand descended to feel my erect penis through my jeans, she kissed my lips more intensely.
"My Place?" I asked.
Amy nodded, practically pleading with me to fuck her right then and there as she gazed at me with her soul piercing eyes.
We were all over each other in the bedroom after she followed me to my apartment. My tongue battled with her tongue as my hands groped her huge, soft breasts. My jeans were unbuttoned and slid off by her hand. As I passionately bit her lip and squeezed her breasts, she groaned. I undid her bra after removing her top and was astounded by how beautiful her magnificent melons were. Instantaneously, my mouth was sucking and licking her nipple. She groaned even louder as she removed her panties and pants.
She wailed and moaned with passion, "Oh Mike!” My cock was quickly inserted deep into her throat as she started sucking me.
"It's so fucking huge, holy shit," Amy said, licking the tip and then engulfing my cock with her mouth as far as she could, she would suck it deep and then she came up for air. She slightly choked. I wanted to force-fuck her face and grab her hair, but I restrained myself. For our first fuck, I didn't want to be too aggressive.
"I want to taste you," I said, and she stopped sucking and climbed onto the bed, spreading eagle.
I buried my face in her meaty pussy. My tongue worked its way up to her clit after digging deep and licking her sweet juices. She groaningly encircled my head and back with her legs. She was unable to remain still as I licked her with two fingers in her.
She was repeatedly calling my name as her body shuddered, my tongue was dancing on her clit, and my fingers were gently moving back and forth inside her. My cock was still rock hard.
"Fuck me, take me Mike!" She pleaded, and I persisted in licking her pussy.
“FUCK! Please give me that big dick; I can't handle it!”
She stood up and bent over doggy style, and I followed suit by mounting her perfect ass. My cock jutted deep inside her wet pussy as I mounted her from behind, causing her large breasts to sway and jostle.
I was hitting her pussy hard with my cock, thrusting deep with my hips. I pulled her hips back and allowed my cock to drill deeper because I could feel it rubbing against her cervix. When she started screaming as she came hard. My cock lost it, so I pulled back and doused her back in cum, spraying it up her spine from the succulent end of her ass.
Amy kissed my lips as she made a joke about how shy I was, “Ohh I’m sooo shy!”
We both looked at each other and laughed,
“You could have made me your little cum slut, but I'm on birth control, you know. You didn’t need to pull that monster cock out of me."
I was a bit shocked, “You've been hanging out on too many porn websites, Amy,” I chuckled.
"Oh you don't even know. Which kind of pornography do you prefer? Genre?” she asked.
I hesitated and worried that this was a trick question, but I eventually responded, "Lesbian porn. I'd much rather watch a couple of gorgeous women spar than watch a guy's dick and balls flopping around.”
“Same. I eventually want to try being with a woman,” said Amy.
I remained silent because I hated the fact that she had already seemingly ruled out any kind of romantic connection between us.
I remarked, "I mean, I wouldn't mind if I was dating you and you enjoyed yourself with a lady.”
Amy lowered her head to my limp cock and said, "I think we're going to get along just fine," as she began licking the head of my cock.
That's how I came to meet my wife. Come November, we will have been married for 23 years. She's had a lot of women, and occasionally she's shared them with me. Even today, our love is still very strong. She's helped me overcome so much in my life, my shyness, my anxiety - and this is my tribute to her.
Amy - if you ever see this, I love you with all of my heart.

Caught a girl on omegle in action I recorded the chat as well.
shes naughty as hell. i have 3 more parts of the video. i make her cumm like 30 times. she shows how wet she gets the bed and then fcks herself with a masacara tube. pretty hot.

If you wanna trade for other parts i need photoshop requests / cum tribute request. pm me if u wanna trade!
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