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CHAPTER 2 – SKIP Skip had been working at the video rental store since he graduated Our Lady of Sorrows Catholic Prep High School a little over a year ago. Although very bright, Skip had no immediate plans to go to College. To appease his parents, he took two classes at the local Community College
Raja and Meena versus the Rebels Another mother-son story. A lot of incestuous sex. Some attempted forced sex. Readers who may be offended by this should look elsewhere. The storyline may perhaps be a bit repetitive. But there’s only so much imagination in the author’s head. Hope the readers like this. Comments are welcome. Legend:
Sherry and Chuck were on their 2nd honeymoon in Mexico, when Sherry gets kidnapped from the mall by three guys. They drive her to a ‘safe house’ in a van, while her husband scrambles to collect the ransom money. She gets fucked by all three guys in the van, and again in the safe house
I should probably start by saying that I never blamed my dad for getting remarried. As a matter of fact, I think I’m the only person who didn’t blame him for getting remarried. My brother and sister are both much older than me, and they certainly blamed him, and weren’t afraid to show it either.
Everyone has a story about how they lost their virginity, but I really think that mine is a bit special. I was eighteen, not exceptionally young compared to today’s generation. The situation took a while to develop, but boy was it worth it. My brother Mike was three years older than me and a bit
They were in a room with a huge window. She could see the ocean and the sun, they were in heaven. He was lying next to her. He had an erection. She was wondering why he was so hard. She was feeling the urge to touch herself, a strong desire to play with her pussy
During the next few weeks I hadn’t heard Mike visit Rebecca. It’s possible he did late in the night but I didn’t hear anything. But I found myself waking up occasionally and hoping I’d hear something. During this time, I had been fulfilling all my duties for Rebecca and Rachel. I started to notice myself
This is the first story I ever wrote, so the writing may not be the best, regardless, I hope you all enjoy! Calina looked directly ahead of her at the massive cave opening boring directly into the side of a mountain that she stood before. It was 70 ft tall and 100 ft wide at
My name is Kamini and I belong to a lower-middle class family. My father is a lower division clerk in some office and I have 4 other brothers and sisters in my family. My mother is a housewife and the financial condition of our house is not good.We are deeply in debt and I am
My lessons continue. If you are disturbed by gay sex and associated imagery please do not read this. For thosw who have read the first part this will explain more about my introduction to the world of gay sex. Please leave your comments/feedback. Gay Beginnings Part-2 Further Lessons Other Wonders. Bunty was true to his
How I was introduced to gay sex..The true story! Readers…..it is with some hesitation that I am posting this story. It took much soul searching to decide to allow complete strangers to have a peek into my life. But this is who I am and what I was…..If you are offended by gay sexand youthfull
Part 6 For Ma’am awakening was a pleasant experience. “Damn I feel good,” she said to herself, and noted just how warm it was in her bed. Sleeping on her stomach did not stop her stretching luxuriously. It was at the point of full stretch her foot made contact with someone else in her bed
Obviously, our relationship had completely changed. During the next four weeks Rebecca had me dressing as Johanna daily. She had purchased an entire wardrobe for me. I continued doing work for Rachel, too, but not one time during the weeks did Rebecca or Rachel say or do anything even remotely sexual. They were going out
The Adventures of a Slut Mommie 13: Daddy Knows Best–The Conclusion. From Daddy Knows Best Part One: Johnny and I showered together. We exchanged hugs and soft kisses but didn’t do anything sexual. He left my room to get dressed, so I did the same thing and then walked to my kitchen. I expected to
“Oh, god, Jazz…” Jessie moaned, his hand cupping the back of Jasmine’s head. He stared down into her beautiful brown eyes while she looked back up at him, only her tongue moving to circle his glans while she held him in her mouth. “Mmmm, Jazz!” Jessie moaned again, wanting her desperately to begin to move
A few years back when I was traveling for work to a nice city in the USA. I was out having a drink and some light food one night after all the proceedings from the day at the conference. Just then a couple of really attractive women came into the pub. They were clearly a
I had been working in the dark room a while. Pacing back and forth in the small room thinking of when he would walk back in. I’m gonna kiss him this time I thought. He’d been racing through my mind all day. Images of what may come to pass once we got in here floated
“Congratulations. You made it past the selection stage for the Forward Future Commune! Please respond to this email quickly so we can introduce you to our way of life and our community. We look forward to having you with us!”James smiled as he read the email. He quickly typed out a response, setting up his
In the 70’s, I knew little about women and even less about life. I quickly learned in the showers of the physical education classes about my endowment compared to my classmates. In health class, I learned the dry technical details about sex, but hungered for the real thing. It was my neighbor, Eddie, who opened
Author’s introduction: Once again I have returned to a favourite theme of mine: that of putting a totally vanilla acquaintance into a fictitious scenario whereby she is portrayed as a pain-loving, submissive slut. I have changed her name, and all the other supporting characters (Richard and myself not withstanding) are figments of my imagination. As