teen trap at Halloween party

I'm looking for a photoset containing the best trap I ever did see.

HE/SHE is on and around a sofa messing about with an equally cute girl. Both late teens, early twenties. any ideas?

My love of 'showing out' in scanty swimwear and shorts started even before puberty. I used to wear my scanty briefs (fashion at the time) and stand in front of the mirror, feeling excited but I guess at that time didn't know why.

Then puberty struck.

From then I would always wear scanty speedos on my weekly visit to the pool with my best friend. My favorites at the time of this 'happening' were bright crimson. They had a style of cut that made my great ass look even better and they had a sort of pouch at front - just a scanty triangle that held cock and balls high instead of letting anything go between my legs. They tapered up to a half-inch at the sides and were made in a very shiny and thin nylon. I'd picked them up at a second-hand shop. I felt real randy wearing them and used to parade in front of my bedroom mirror in them and at night with the light on, knowing that by-passers would see me.

At puberty I thought that an erection was the normal state of a cock and I enjoyed showing it off - a lot! At the swimming baths each week I used to get fully hard by squeezing myself underwater, then pushing my cock down so it poked out the pouch like a tent. Then I'd float on my back so that the tip of my cock would emerge from the water. It's embarrassing to think of doing it now but I just thought it was the normal state of a cock and wanted to prove I was a man at last!

My behaviour probably sparked the unfortunate incident I am about to relate - unfortunate for a regular visitor to the pool.

The shower area contained two large cubicles with very large shower heads - meant to be used by more than one man at once. I used to shower a lot so that my cock wouldn't get too cold! I went in this particular time and both cubicles were empty. Soon I was joined by a guy who stood behind me under the shower head - nothing unusual in that except that the other cubicle had been empty! After a while he came round and stood in front of me, he was tall and muscular, probably about forty-years-old, and his speedos were right in my face! They were bright yellow, scanty and very thin lycra-stuff and I couldn't help staring as a down-curved cock gradually fattened and swelled that sexy fabric. He washed the water over himself, including squeezing that lump and watching him do that gave me a hard and i played with myself while washing the pool water off.

He started breathing heavy and I KNEW he was getting turned on by looking at my body and me doing that and that sent me knee-trembling excited.

Then he came and stood right behind me and I felt that rock-hard cock pressing into my back. Not hard, just gently pressing and moving back and forth, up and down as the man 'washed' himself under the shower. I played with my own dick and pushed back at him, WILDLY excited at the attention I was getting. My first ever sexual experience.

After a little while I felt his hands round my waist, they slid upwards and forwards, his fingers met and caressed my teats. I thought I'd choke on the lump in my throat and I eased up on fiddling with myself because I didn't want to spunk off in my speedos (which I did all the time at home!)

His hands slipped down over my belly, he gently pulled my ass into his body (or maybe I involuntarily pressed as well). Anyway both hands went down and he started pulling at my cock through the speedos.

I loved it.

My knees were jerking and he whispered something like 'take it easy ... nice and easy ... enjoy me... you like to show this off don't you, your cock sticking way out of your sexy swimmers, you know it turns on the girls and boys...'

I just stood there and let him feel me, he had my young-teen widger between finger and thumb and was slowly wanking me off. I was watching the main door in case it started to open at which point I would have pulled away so that he (and me) wouldn't get into trouble because I knew this sort of behavior was 'wrong'.

He kept saying things like 'just relax' and 'just relax and enjoy it,' and just kept giving me the pleasure until WAMBO! I was cumming, cumming in my favorite speedos and this time some guy was doing it for me! He must have felt the warm spunk filling that pouch straight away. He whispered something like 'oh, yeah, that feels good, so good,' and then he gently spun me round to face him.

I was faced with this cock bursting the shiny and tight yellow speedos and I knew what he wanted me to do.

And I wanted to do it.

My hands moved, I couldn't help it. I felt a man's cock for the first time, and beneath lovely, slippery-wet, skimpy-thin speedos.

He grunted, I squeezed him gently, I dared myself for the first time to look him in the eye and found that he was staring down at me, watching what I was doing, breathing heavy

He shuddered and I felt his spunk just pump and pump and pump into those bright yellow lovely things, my fingers squeezed his stuff trapped in the lycra squeezed the lumps, moved over his crotch with loving abandon.

He turned me quite roughly so he was pressed against my back, my ass. He leant down over me, his head next to mine his hands moving at my crotch - 'Cum in them again for me, I want to feel your spunk jerking out into these sexy things,' one hand moved to my ass and gently stroked the wet fabric, slipped under to feel my balls.

I was jello.

He kept doing it, squeezing me off until I spunked again, right into his fingers.

He kissed my neck, asked me if I was coming next week, and left, guiltily.

The unfortunate end to this is that I told my friend (in confidence). He told his mother, his mother told mine and mine told the pool attendant the following week. My unfortunate guy was asked to leave and never come back (I saw him getting told and gathered what was being said). Poor guy! It was my fault!

I was - and am - just incredibly highly-sexed.

Since then I still wear the scantiest swimmers to pool and beach and back yard, the shortest shiniest skimpiest of shorts in summer, or for everyday wear, the tightest of jeans and pants. I still have a nice ass so I still wear jeans and pants and swimmers tight and I get stares from male and female alike. I'm not gay but I guess I must be 'bi' because male or female - everything sexy excites me!

Mick

I am 18yo male looking to watch a trap fap and fuck her ass, must have penis or another teen boy to watch and I'll jump on cam too.
or a younger male or trap to let me suck their dick in real life. First timer here.

OR FEMALE TO FUCK.

More pictures on my profile, and hopefully a video up.

I confess, that my favourite pics are the 404 ones, of course they can't come up to to pics of grannies in winter coats. I do understand that girls below 18 don't exist and are to be ignored. Precisely at midnight 12.00 PM of their 18th birthday they amazingly turn into totally grown women whom you can fuck, can be looked at naked and been found attractive without one being called a pervert. It all happens within just less than a second. Amazing, isn't it?
Since on every shitty salad and piece of meat there is a declaration where, when, why and by whom it's produced, maybe also all the females should have a fucking stamp on their bloody forhead saving us from going into the trap of just liking pretty girls. I just love this twisted world who allows fucking with helpless animals and shit on each other but makes a big theater if one finds teen girls attractive. Oh do I love these double standard fagots! And I really do enjoy being thrown into the same pot like the loosers who are in to cp. Wow!

I confess that I turned down a drunk, horny teenager begging for sex. I regret it now, but at the time I just couldn't stop wondering if she'd sober up and never want to see me again.

A few years back, I had a job that was far from home and the commute and long hours drained me so much I was nearly falling asleep while driving home. Since my sister lived nearby, she offered her spare room for the days when I was too tired to drive home safely. She and her boyfriend worked night shifts mostly, so I rarely saw them except for briefly over dinner maybe before they left.

One of these nights I took her up on it, they had already gone to work when I got there. I unlock the front door with the spare key they gave me, and walk back to the living room to find my niece and a school friend of hers watching a horror movie. After some brief introductions with her friend, I join them on the couch. Any time I get up and go to the bathroom or to get food and am out of earshot, I can hear them both whispering to each other and giggling. After a while, I fall asleep early on the couch with them still there.

Not long later I wake up, and the both of them have vanished. I get up and call out their names. "We're in the garage," my niece hollers back. I open the door and find them smoking and drinking beer. Not an unusual thing for my sister's daughter; she's always been a bit of a thrill-seeker, and her mom knew about her smoking, drinking and pot. So it wasn't my place to say anything besides a mild "disappointed in you" frown.

NOTE: Drinking age is not 21 everywhere, before anyone accuses me of serving a minor. And in any case, not my house, not my beer, and I never gave them or told them to get one.

Not wanting to be a total jerk, I ask if I can have a beer, too. I sit on the small ledge across from them, my knees up by my chest and light my own smoke. We chat and drink in there for a while until we finish our smokes. The whole time, her friend is keeping kinda quiet. If I engage her in conversation, she blushes and mutters a quiet answer. I just mistake it for shyness, since it's our first time meeting.

The girls are sitting on top of a trunk freezer with their legs crossed. Both of them are wearing loose shorts, but with the mediocre lighting in the garage, the spaces beneath are nearly pitch black. My vivid imagination fills in the blanks, though, and I feel myself swelling in my pants. Being almost 8" and thick erect but tiny when flaccid makes for awkward and painful hardons sometimes. When soft, it'll flop straight down, then as the wood begins, it starts straining to point upwards, to the detriment of the crotch of my pants.

I adjust my legs in a way that shoves my semi-hard cock to the side, not trapped in the downward position anymore. As I'm making the movement, I notice both girls' eyes drop straight to my crotch. I'm not sure how much they saw, but I'm sure it was a show. I pretended I didn't notice their gaze.

We eventually retire to the living room again to put another movie on. More drinking, looser tongues and more familiarity means her friend is finally opening up. The conversation drifts to sex, and they both think it's funny I lost my virginity when I was older than they were. I tell them I've always been shy around girls, and never dated much until after high school. The few I had dated were good relationships, though, so I didn't mind.

Suddenly my niece says "I've always had a huge crush on you." Awkward silence while I think of how to answer that. It's true, ever since she was 13 and started looking at boys, she was looking at me. Being the youngest of my siblings, and with her mother being the eldest, my niece and I are only about 10 years apart in age. As the years went by, it was obvious she had a crush and I didn't do anything to encourage or disuade it, thinking it was just a phase.

On this particular night, I think she and her friend had devised a plan to do something about her desires. That's what all the whispering and giggles were about.

Being a lightweight, I'm pretty well tipsy at this point. I tell her that I think she's beautiful, and if it weren't for the age difference and family relationship, I'd go out with her. The conversation seems to end there and after some silence, drifts back to random things. Around midnight, I drift off to sleep.

A while later, there's a light tugging at my waist. Now if I hadn't been drunk, I think I might've feigned sleep through this. Instead, I startled awake to find my niece in her bra and panties, straddling my knees and undoing my pants. Her beautiful C-cup breasts are barely contained in the lacy cups, and her panties are already wet.

The lights are off, but the moonlight through the windows silhouettes her figure perfectly. Everywhere my eyes look are amazing curves and sexy bits and oh my god, my niece is fucking hot as hell!

She already had the belt undone and the zipper opened, spread to show my boxers and the outline of my rock-hard cock beneath. I can only imagine I slept through some teasing for it to be hard like that.

I tug the jeans together quickly to hide my erection, and glance over to see her friend on another part of the couch quietly. She's laying under a blanket with her eyes closed, but I can tell from her breathing, how red her face is and the squinting around her eyes that she's faking it, keeping her eyes open a sliver. Hoping that I won't see well enough to tell in the dark room.

"Come on, don't be like that. I just want to see your cock," my niece purrs as she slowly gyrates her hips, rubbing her wet panty-clad pussy against my leg. "I swear, I won't do anything else."

"We shouldn't do this," I stammer out. "If your mother found out, she would kill me."

"She won't," she whispered as her hand gripped my cock. Almost as fast as the contact was there, I grabbed her wrists and pull them away and together. This made her lose balance and flop forward on me, her warm breasts falling against my chest.

"But it's not right... we're related," I barely manage to force out of my lungs. At this point I'm finding ways to let her out of this, but god if I wouldn't love to plow her while her friend watched.

Then my drunk brain suddenly thinks, she's not going to take no for an answer. Maybe I should just deflect this and make her pissed off instead. "Maybe if your friend were to do it, it might be okay," I said in as sleazy a way as possible.

It worked. At that point, she cooled off fast. I didn't really think her friend would jump me, she had been too shy at this point, not moving from her vantage point and likely fingering herself under the blankets at the sight of her best friend straddling an older man with a hard cock two inches from her pussy. My niece climbed off me and put her sleeping t-shirt and shorts back on. No words were said at that point, and it was too dark in the room to see her face properly. Since they were sleeping in the living room, I went to the spare room and slept.

The next morning was a Saturday, so no school or work for us. My sister, on the other hand, had an early shift and was out the door early. I came outside for my morning smoke, and the teens are both out there, very quiet. I sit on the porch next to them.

"I dunno about you," my niece begins, "but my head is killing me. I barely remember anything from last night." I raise a skeptical eyebrow as I face her, and she glances quickly at me before looking down again.

"Yeah, me either," I say in a sort of "don't worry, I won't tell" tone of voice. We've never really talked a lot since then, not that I've ever been close with my siblings' side of the family for as long as I remember.

She's now grown into a beautiful woman of 21. We've never talked about what happened that night, though I want to. I want her to know how I still fantasize about that night and what almost happened, and how much I hate my strong morals for turning her down.

While I doubt it, I wonder if somehow she'll read this and pluck up the courage to talk to me about it. And if she was ever interested, I wouldn't turn her down again, but I won't push for something she doesn't want.

Call me fake if you will, I don't give a fuck. I'm not going to drop any details or proof, though I will update if anything should ever happen. I've been thinking of breaking the silence, though I don't know how.

Found this....the link to the site : http://www.babble.com/babble-voices/a-focused-life-me-ra-koh/13-characteristics-of-a-date-rapist-a-list-you-need-to-share/

13 Characteristics of a Date Rapist: A List You Need to Share

I spoke around the country on the topic of sexual assault after publishing my first book, Beauty Restored: Finding Life and Hope After Date Rape. Whenever I would read this list, the room would go silent. And I heard the cry of my own heart as college student after college student, teen after teen, said “If only I had heard this list before I was raped. Maybe I would have known.” Below are thirteen characteristics of Date/Acquaintance Rapists. If you know someone who is displaying these characteristics, does that make them a rapist?

No.

But if you know someone who is in a relationship with someone exhibiting several of these behaviors, and especially if that someone is you, you can be affirmed through this list that this person is not a safe or healthy person to be in intimate relationship with. This is the list I wish I would have known before my own date rape. This is the list I’ve shared with thousands of youths, college students and women conferences over the last twenty years.

Below this list, I will share how these characteristics looked in my story with the numbers of the specific characteristic inserted at different points, so you can see how this list plays out in real life. In light of the current news, I encourage you to share these thirteen characteristics with all the young people in your life–especially those in a place of vulnerability.

13 Characteristics of Date/Acquaintance Rapists

Although there is no profile of a typical date or acquaintance rapist, experts have identified behavioral characteristics that tend to be exhibited by date and acquaintance rapists.

1. Displays anger or aggression, either physically or verbally (The anger need not be directed toward you, but may be displayed during conversations by general negative references to women, vulgarity, curtness toward others, and the like. Women are often viewed as adversaries.)

2. Displays a short temper; slaps and/or twists arms

3. Acts excessively jealous and/or possessive (Be especially suspicious of this behavior if you have recently met the person or are on a first or second date.)

4. Ignores your space boundaries by coming too close or placing his hand on your thigh, etc. (Be particularly cognizant of this behavior when it is displayed in public.)

5. Ignores your wishes

6. Attempts to make you feel guilty or accuses you of being uptight

7. Becomes hostile and/or increasingly more aggressive when you say no

8. Acts particularly friendly at a party or bar and tries to separate you from your friends

9. Insists on being alone with you on a first date

10. Demands your attention or compliance at inappropriate times, such as during class

11. Acts immaturely; shows little empathy or feeling for others and displays little social conscience

12. Asks personal questions and is interested in knowing more about you than you want to tell him

13. Subscribes excessively to traditional male and female stereotypes

*excerpt from Beauty Restored: Finding Life and Hope After Date Rape and Adapted from Carol Pritchard’s book, Avoiding Rape On and Off Campus

I met him the first week of my college freshmen orientation. He was charming, funny and a leader on campus. He was studying to be a Youth Pastor. I had never been away from home, and due to a painful relationship with my dad, I was hungry for love and attention.

The same week, he showed up at my dorm room. I remember wondering how he knew where I lived, but pushed the question aside. He asked if I wanted to go out on a date. I suggested a group date, but he pushed for time alone. I ignored the uncomfortable feeling inside and agreed (#9). The older girls were excited for me. They knew him, and he was funny with everyone. Why should I worry?

Soon after, we started dating more consistently. At first, he loved everything about me. But after a few weeks, things shifted. I remember coming out to the dorm lobby to meet him for dinner, and he asked me why I had chosen to wear something so awful. I went back to my dorm room embarrassed, in tears, and changed my clothes. He began telling me that my friends were talking about me and were not to be trusted (#8). I should spend more time with him, and after all, I hardly knew these new college friends.

One day, while driving in the car, I disagreed with something he said. He grabbed my thigh and squeezed tightly. While holding my thigh and smiling, he calmly told me that I was out of line. I felt trapped and afraid, but again, I didn’t listen. Then he let go of my leg and laughed. This was the beginning of him grabbing my thigh with an iron grip when he wanted me to pay attention (#4 and #7). If only I had known this was an actual characteristic of date rapists.

When I finally broke off the relationship, he followed me everywhere. He wanted another chance, another date, another opportunity to make up for how wrong things were going. No matter how many times I said no, he didn’t give up. Flowers showed up at my door, cards with confessions of love. He felt that God had brought us together. I was being too uptight, unforgiving. How could I not give him another chance, he asked. The girls around me swooned. Was I making a big deal out of nothing? He would not accept no for an answer. (#5 and #6)

So I agreed to one more date, as friends, on Valentine’s Day. But after dinner, he didn’t take me back to my dorm. He took me to an abandoned parking lot.

I remember being trapped, unable to get free from the car.

I remember the moment I gave up fighting and went far away in my head to survive what was happening to my body.

I remember him driving me back to my dorm, telling me that he’d give me a call some time soon, with a casual smile and wave goodbye.

I remember standing in the shower with all my clothes on, shaking and crying.

I remember changing the way I dressed, so that baggy clothes and dark colors hid my shape, my joy, hid me.

I remember hearing that he had done this before. I was number four.

I remember standing in the court room. Alone. And a woman judge asking me why I didn’t just get out of the car if things were “that bad”.

I remember feeling raped a second time by the court system.

It was Valentine’s Day, over 21 years ago.

If someone would have told me about these thirteen characteristics, I may have realized my gut instinct was in fact, telling me the truth. I may have thought twice about spending time with him. And even though everyone on campus seemed to love him, I may have given this list a second look and decided not to date him. But I never saw the list, and I was a broken nineteen year old who had zero self worth.

Before I became a photographer, I authored the book Beauty Restored: Finding Life and Hope After Date Rape. I spoke wherever I could – at women’s conferences, college campuses, and youth groups – and did over 40 national TV and radio interviews to bring awareness to a topic that is often kept quiet.

In my many years of speaking, I have witnessed how far reaching date rape is. I have held high school girls in my arms as they have sobbed uncontrollably. I have seen junior high boys weep under the chairs of the church. I have had grandmas confess that they have not told anyone of their rape for over 60 years. The loss in their voice, the grief, believing that swallowing the shame year after year was necessary.

These characteristics came to me after my rape. But you can share this list with friends, young people, youth groups, and college students to help prevent this horrible crime. Awareness is the key. Awareness has the power to make all the difference. Date/Acquaintance rape is never about sex, but power. The mind often feels crazy, second guessing everything, wondering if you are making a big deal out of nothing. And too often, I have found that the victim has been deprived of healthy love to know the difference. But we can change that. With our culture struggling to know how to respond to rape, you can have a powerful conversation with the young people you know. Working together, we can stop the shame and confusion. And even speak a word of hope to the one who is already hurting in silence.

*Learn more about Me Ra and her story.

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