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AUTHOR’S NOTE:This is a pure fantasy series about the experiences of a middle-aged man schooling anEIGHTEEN year old girl in the ways of eros. Any similarities between the characters portrayed here and real people is purely coincidental. Hope you enjoy!His Teen Consort — Chapter 1Jack had an arrangement with his wonderful wife. Ever since her
Edited by NaughtyMikeThe summer I turned 18, I decided to earn myself a little extra spending money for college in the fall by working as a counselor at Camp Haluwasa, located between the sin palaces of Atlantic City and the city of Philadelphia with its notoriously noxious drinking water. It was to be a five-week
Judy led the way and I followed, last in line. Jewel was standing there looking down.”Time to finish up, mother.” Judy said.Jewel looked up and when she saw me, she covered her tits and pussy.”Hands down!” Jeanne ordered.Jewel dropped her hands and Judy handed her the stick restraint that had been on her ankles.”Put it
This is a complete, rather odd story about a student’s search for marks. It was a hell of a lot of fun to write; I have no idea how much fun it will be to read. Tell me, the few who will persist, I’d appreciate it.Gail Smithers is standing in a store considering her options
The email I received from Dr Day (or Dr Lay, as I thought to myself was a much more appropriate name!) a few days before I returned to university after the long summer break, and just before I was to commence my 3rd Year studies, read: “Sarah, would you please contact me as soon as
All characters are at least 18 years of age. All situations that involve any kind of sexual activity only contain characters who are at least 18 years old. I hope you enjoy this episode in the series.Jennifer Lancaster Pierce had just talked to her twin brother, Jackson, on the phone and admitted to him that
GreenfieldsI stood there silent and still, my sister’s hand squeezed mine tighter as the curtains closed around the coffin. Simon and Garfunkel’s Bridge Over Troubled Water filled the tiny chapel. As the song drew to a close my sister and I led the mourners from the chapel, outside were the flowers sent in memory of
The following story was originally uploaded here to Literotica under my other name here, Ian_Snow. I took it down because it was much darker than my other stories on the site (and be warned, it does go to some dark places). The original file was lost, and I believed that to be the end of
Kathy was grunting loudly with each stroke of my cock in her pussy. It would be loud if the red ball gag weren’t situated ideally behind her pearly white teeth. She was bent over at the waist and attached to a wooden bar her husband made with attachment points for these neighborhood parties. Her pussy
So when I was in my early/mid 20’s I was working at a restaurant and I managed to just make my rounds through a number of the hotter and better looking girls that worked there. But my first big accomplishment was hooking up with this absolute smoke show 19 year old when I was 23.
Dylan drove his mom north across the border for their scheduled showings with their real estate business in Canada. A few days ago they had discovered that they were now legally married in Canada. A surprise vow ceremony had accidentally taken their casual pretend marriage scheme to an entirely new legal level. Julie was still
Emma was now going out with Louise every Thursday. For one night each week, she ceased to be a happily married wife, and switched into a relationship with her lesbian lover Emma. I never knew where they went or what they did, and Louise totally ignored my from the time she left for work on
Amber met Ben when they were seniors in college. They had seen each other around campus before but never connected. Amber was either dating someone or if she weren’t, Ben was dating another girl. They had some mutual friends and had socialized at various times with their groups of friends but nothing ever happened between
I can still see her in my minds eye. The memory of her echoes through my head even still. Her voice still sings sonnets and her face will forever be imprinted in my soul. I never knew her name, I never touched her, I never even talked to her. I know this woman only from
Author’s note: One day when we’re ready, we’ll go home together.—Basically it’s a day like any other and you’ve finally learned how to please your owner. You meet me on your knees at the door and rub yourself against me as I pet you, but today I drag you from your knees to your feet
Beaches aren’t like politicians. Their approval ratings aren’t consistently in the gutter. Sure trash filters in from time to time, but unlike politicians who do nothing and let the country slip further into decay, beaches wash away the filth.Repair what’s broken.Private beaches even more so.Darla Beale finds herself in the fortunate position of currently occupying
If I were to ask you to define the word, “soul-mate”, could you do it? I mean, what does that mean to you. I can tell you what it means to me. A soul-mate is someone that you could devote your entire life to, someone that you need like the air you breath, someone that
Tara had just moved into her new dorm at college. As soon as she saw her parents go after they dropped off her stuff, she shut the door to her spacious single room and jumped up and down happily. She was finally alone. All those years studying hard and getting those scholarships paid off nicely.
Something about Veronica, I kept repeating to myself, something about her, something about her that was unlike anything that any human, let alone human female on this planet possessed. The something could be described as innocence, an innocence that stems from an air of unreachability on my part, a quality of non-judgment that pervades her
They were two fairly typical housewives. Prettier than average with much in common, they lived next door to each other. They were both 32 and elementary school teachers, teaching in different nearby towns. They had married their college sweethearts right after graduation and both had two children, a boy and a girl now 7 and