-This is almost a 100% true story. Only names have been changed. One more week until Sophomore year started. I had just made this realization as I walked into my new school for their orientation. I opened the door to let my father and my younger brother into the main foyer of the school where the secretaries, principal, and other staff, that the students don't care to make interaction with unless required, remained. The school was small, really small. Containing a population of 200 students in whole and includes grades not 9-12, but 6-12. I honestly don’t know why the fuck I chose to come here other than the fact that it’s a charter school for media arts. It’s called MACCS, or Media Arts Collaborative Charter School. It is a two story school with two main halls, the top one, and the bottom one. The first story of the building was mainly, if not all classes excluding the main office. It was all new to me because I transferred over from a public school consisting of 2,000 students and none of them were 6-8. I walked down the main hall of the first story, looking at all the classes as I walked through. It’s like looking for a house on a straight street. My father and brother, Kyle, was following me to the end of the hall until we reached the stairs to head to the cafeteria, yes the cafeteria is upstairs. The steps went up half way of the building then you'd loop around and start heading the other half up to the second story. Voices were getting louder as I could no longer make …
Souls of Valentine
Come, pretty birds, present your lays, And learn to chant a goddess praise; Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be Employed to serve her deity: And warble forth, ye virgins nine, Some music to my Valentine. Her bosom is men's paradise, There is no heaven but in her eyes, more beautiful than the turtle-dove, fairer than the Queen above Oh no magic could deter my eyes, Let them stray from my valentine. Where honour, beauty, worth and wit Are all united in her pleasant chest The graces claim an interest: All virtues that are most divine Shine clearest in my Valentine.
Bar man and the Chef
My name is Steve, i work as a barman in a hotel, in a small town in England. I'm 24 years old, i wouldn't say i was bad looking, i'm 6 ft and of average build with a bit of muscle. the people i work with are lovely, but there was always something about one of the staff, a chef called Becky. i had just come back from forced leave due to depression from a relationship that went horribly south. Becky was a new member of staff that started while i was away, and when i first saw her, i admit i liked her, she is an attractive, 5 ft 5, brown haired woman, 21 years old with a very pretty face, curvaceous hips, round firm bottom, with medium sized breasts. the description may say different, but at this point i wasn't attracted to her, she was just another employee, and the only reason she was stood at the bar after work, was because she was meant to be on a date, but had been stood up. ME: "You okay hunny"? BECKY: "Not really, but you know. I was meant to be on a date, nice lad i met around town, turns out he isn't that interested, suppose i'm in the right place to forget him" She laughs, a mixture of disbelief and annoyance. "Double vodka and coke please" ME: "sure thing" i shoot her a smile, and get her the drink. Being a bar man i'm used to listening to stories i don't care about, it just passes the time till i go home. We talk the night away, its not a busy night, so i can afford to talk all night. yet the more we talk, the more i grow to like this girl. after my shift ends i …
She is the one – Chapter 19 from jashley13
I flung myself out of bed, the tight horror in my chest the only thing keeping me from yelling in shock. I had been kissing Tara…I had been groping Tara… “Jack, what are you…” Amanda couldn’t even finish the sentence. Her eyes were bulging with shock. Shit, why did it have to be Amanda who caught us? “Amanda,” I said, hoping my voice was steady, “Please leave.” “You were kissing her!” “Amanda, keep your mouth shut. Don’t tell anyone.” “You were fucking squeezing her tit!” I turned to her, trying to look as furious as I could. “Amanda, get your ass out of here. Now!” “But—” I took a threatening step towards her and she fled. Would she tell anyone? Probably not. At least for right now. But it couldn’t last. Once the shock wore off, I knew she’d try to use this. She didn’t need ammo. I’d given her the fucking gun. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Why did it have to be Amanda who caught us?! FUCK! I slammed my hands against the side of my head, digging my nails into my temple. What had I done? How…how could I have done this? I turned back to Tara and realized, with a horrible shock that felt like a punch right to my nuts, that what she was wearing wasn’t exactly going to help my case. She was wearing a very, very tight tank-top that stopped halfway up her ribs and a thin pair of panties. Standard sleepwear, probably, but when I was kissing and groping… It was like a balloon was being inflated at the front of my chest, squeezing my heart and stomach back until it was unbearable. I …
Jessica and Grandpa ch 2
Next day at school, my mind raced. I had decided to stay over again this evening, asking my mom to drop off some clother for me, during the day, by phone. It would only be the 2nd time I'd stayed over at my grandparents this week, so was nothing unusual, though it wasn't often I'd stay over two nights in a row. I knew Grandma would be out visiting friends when I got back in from school, as she always was on a Friday afternoon, which of course meant I would have some time on my own again with Grandpa. Did I ask him to show me again? Did I give him a peek at my panties (I had asked my mom to bring a selection of clothes over, knowing that one of my shorter skirts was to be included in this, at my casual requeat)? What could I do to have the effect that I had yesterday? Was it possible for me to also make him feel the same? 'Hr Grandpa' I said as I walked in through the door. My timing once again, as yesterday, was to find him walking from the kitched to the livingroom with a coffee in his hand. I guess it was just his daily routine. 'Hi honey' I got in reply, and so I gave him his usual peck on the cheek. 'How was school today?' he continued. 'It was ok, nothing special, like yesterday.' I said, getting a small chuckle in return. Smiling from ear to ear at him I cooed 'Yesterday was a complete treat!' squeezing my shoulders together to show him my pleasure. As we walked into the livingroom I said 'I'd like to treat you, too, but don't even know if I can.' "Oh, darling.' he …
Discovering that I liked Men
Ok this goes back to my t***age years. I had a girlfriend and we enjoyed each others bodies, feeling, touching, wanking, playing, licking and sucking each other to orgasm as often as we could. We would often go for long walks in the countryside and I encouraged her to not wear a bra and open her shirt while we walked, then the fun would start. We were about 13 or 14. I went to an all boys s****l and one lunch break I walked up across the playing fields to a small wood, where I found two other boys from my year. One was smoking a cig, they were just chatting, somehow the conversation got onto sex, and one of them R, was openly gay, which was very unusual, I'd never met anyone like this before. The other guy A was known for his large cock, something we all saw when taking a shower after sports, and R told me that he had paid A to let him suck him off. I was fascinated. I had been masturbating for years and often went out on my own to the woods and stripped naked and wanked, hoping someone would see me. I'd been doing this since I was 11 and was now 14. R also enjoyed telling us about the fun he had with older men in the toilets in the park, how he let them suck him off and how he liked to play with their cocks too. I was intrigued. I started going to the park after school and tentatively began to go into the male toilets and wait to see what happened. At first I just stood at the urinal and pretended to pee, usually nobody else came in, it was a quiet park, so I started to …
What Mom Knows Fucks Her Again
What Mom Knows Fucks Her Again Summary: The day after son fucks Mom and her friend. Note 1: This is a sequel to the story What Mom Doesn’t Know Will Fuck Her. Although this story can stand on its own, I highly recommend you read Part One before reading this one…. Note 2: A great big hug of gratitude goes to Estragon for his editing. Note 3: Another ‘thank you’ goes to all who voted for part one and requested a sequel to a story I never intended to have a sequel. I hope you enjoy the further adventures of Curtis and his very attractive mother. What Mom Knows Fucks Her Again Have you ever woke up and let out a sigh as you realized you’re vivid, enthralling experience was just a dream? As I attempted to open my weary eyes, that was the exact empty feeling that was rolling through me. My dream had felt so real. I dreamt I had fucked my Mother last night…twice. It was the most intoxicating real experience and the most alive I had ever felt, so realizing it was a dream was completely devastating. Many of my fantasies have been about fucking my ridiculously hot mother, so such dreams were not new, just how authentically real it felt was new. I had also woke up many times, all sticky after an all-too-real dream. It was then I was startled as the bed moved. My eyes went deer-in-the-headlights big as I slowly turned to my side to look directly into the eyes of my mother. "Good morning, lover," she smiled and leaned in and kissed me. My cock instantly woke up. Breaking the kiss, …
Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave – 6
Chapter One I have finished my term with Mr. Kesler’s (my Master) Institute. It was an exciting time and one that I will cherish forever. Master, his wife and submissive Chloe, and their black bull stud Max were present at my graduation ceremony. Chloe wanted to see our Master’s mark on me. Master requires that all of his slaves bare his mark, which is a small silver dollar size brand of his initials MK within a circle, placed inside the left hip bone on my lower abdomen. I showed Chloe and she tears up at the site of it, but I tell her that it doesn’t hurt that much anymore. After the graduation many people are gathering in the Institute’s Great Hall for individual collaring ceremonies. Master has decided that he wants to give me his collar now. Many of his lifestyle friends are here and he wants to make our relationship formal. Chloe helps me get ready by fixing my make up. I do an elaborate braided halo for my hair and top it off with a sprig of a pink Camellia – a symbol of “strong desire.” When it is our time. I am walked down the aisle to my Master by Max and Chloe. I am trembling inside. I know that its from the seriousness of this ceremony. In the lifestyle its much like a marriage because you are pledging your commitment to the roles that each is playing. I know that I will be safe and cared for in this pod. We say our words and Master places his collar around my neck. It’s much like Chloe’s, stainless steel with a medium sized O-ring in front. Master secures the …
Sharing Cindy Capter 32 – Cindy Enjoys Her Firemans Hose
Sharing Cindy Chapter 32 “Cindy Enjoys Her Fireman’s Hose" _________________________________________________ Those of you, who have read the last chapter, were introduced to Jim. Jim was a fireman that Cindy had met at a local festival. She enjoyed spending some time with him and decided that Jim would end up being one of those lucky few who she would see on a regular basis. Basically he was to become one of my wife’s boyfriends. I could tell that Cindy thoroughly enjoyed her initial time with Jim. What was not to like? He was a well-built fireman, he owned his own home, he had a boat and he really knew how to fuck her well. Cindy discussed with me whether I would have a problem with her seeing him again. I explained that while he met most of her criteria, I wanted to find out more about him and lay down a few guidelines for him. Cindy called Jim and talked to him several times over the next few days. She once again explained to him our situation and that if he had a desire to see her again, she was more than willing but he would be have to meet me first. Of course he was very nervous about that, he still wasn’t convinced that I wasn’t going to kill him for banging my wife. She had him on the phone and was setting up a time for us to meet for a couple of drinks. They had just finalized a time and place when I asked to speak to him. “Jim?” “Uh….yeah?” I could hear the nervousness in his voice. “How are you doing? This is Cindy’s husband, Keith” “Uh…I’m fine. “ “Listen, I …
Lesbian Act for girls
A incident with a girl next door has ignited the lust and crave in me for a women’s body. I was not a bisexual before, just few incidents when I was 18. I have always been crazy for sex right from my c***dhood when I use to see my parents mate and few times I had seen house maid’s making love with driver. For my introduction, I am poonam married and settled in Bangalore with a businessman. I am over satisfied with my sexual life, as my hubby sanjay satisfies me 2 or 3 times a week and he is just awesome in bed. I am 32year old and am on leaner side. People generally say I am skinny but have good bust size of 34. I have a son of 8 years age. Not many people know us in Bangalore as we have settled very recently in Bangalore. Being from a traditional community, my husband and me have a very reasonable and modern mind set. Lesbian was introduced to me. My cousin was in 1st year degree. But that was at very lower level in sense that we fingered each other, hugged and kissed. But now it’s something different. We came to Bangalore a year back and settled in a very good locality in individual bungalow. Neighbours are good and decent. It was a locality of mix religions as one neighbour was a kannadiga f****y and other one was a Telugu and in front where marwadi . I had brief introduction with all since we use to buy vegetable from the vendor who use to come in morning. Marwadi women was in her early forties and kannada one was in middle 30’s. Telugu women was also in her late 40’s …
The trucker and the pornstar wannabe.
I have cams in my big-rig cab since that time I picked up a girl and she made false accusations. I never did what she said, and it turned out that she had a history of it making claims. The charges were dropped, but it taught me a lesson. I like company on long trips and the cams cover my ass. So I was happy to pull over for a cute girl on the I5 ramp at Patterson. She didn't even ask where I was going, just tossed her backpack into the cab and climbed in after it. "Where you going?" "South. Los Angeles." "I'm going to Long Beach" "Is that good?" "Yeah. I can drop you somewhere in L.A." "Great. I'm Jinny." "Greg. Hi, Jinny." I put the engine in gear and started to roll. "Strap in." "Really" "Yeah, really" "OK, Dad" there was a laugh in her voice. She buckled up as we picked up speed and joined the traffic. Not much traffic. It was Sunday night, I was due to deliver early Monday morning. Nice clear road, not like weekday runs. For a while we talked about this and that. She was 18 but, man, she could have been less. Couldn't hold a conversation. Didn't know anything about anything except crap like the Kardashians or Paris Hilton. I told her that I didn't find them interesting and then we just lapsed into silence. What should I expect? She was just a teen. A little while later she looks up from her phone and asks "Can I show you something?" I kept my eyes on the road but said "Sure". She holds up her phone and there's a dark and grainy video running of people having sex. …
My Transition
My transition into male sex occurred a number of years ago after my first wife passed away following an extended illness. She had been unable to engage in sex for some time, and so I dealt with my physical needs the best I could, mostly through chronic, habitual masturbation. The months following her passing were very difficult for me emotionally, and I was having a hard time dealing with the grief, and the guilt. I had periodically struggled with bouts of guilt since high school, when I began to use masturbation to help deal with stress and insecurities. Back then, it was referred to as “abusing oneself”. I tried to stay busy and exercise to manage these urges, but when that did not work, masturbation (usually in conjunction with anal stimulation) became my “drug of choice”, as it were. I thought marriage would alleviate the need for this, and it did, for a while. But, compulsive, addictive behaviors are hard to break, and I found myself despairing over my lack of self-control. An even greater threat to my battered conscience was my growing desire for close physical intimacy with another male. Throughout my life, my traditional Southern upbringing and church teaching consistently taught me that such desires and behaviors are, at best, morally disordered, and at worst – well, you get the idea. Right or wrong, this was poured into my foundation from the very beginning. So, it should not have come as a surprise that this would be a source of emotional turmoil, especially …
Pissing on the Zombie Bitches – Chapter 5
This was inspired a fan. For Becky. Everything in the Zombie apocalypse slows down to a crawl. It's been three days now, since I started out, leaving the villas I had stayed in. Three days since I've headed towards that faint flicker of light I saw in another house. Three days since I've found Becky. And in three days I've travelled down just two streets, about 500 meters, having come two times within inches of my life and was constantly on the run. And we were still no closer to our destination, trying to find a way down the Laubengasse without having to actually go out into it and face the shambling mass of zombies there. After our encounter with Mark and Kimmy, we found a way through several shops that lined the street, using doors and hallways that connected them, but in another boutique we had run into a dead end. I had kept the baseball bat and riding crop, and was going through an assortment of belts and buckles that was on display there to find something to fasten those with, while Becky tried all the locked doors one more time, to see if she could find a way to get them open. "It's no use," she sighed, leaning against a rack with sunglasses in them. I didn't answer, wrapping a studded leather belt around the bat to make it a bit more spiky while I tried to come up with a plan to get us out of here. "We can't go down this road," I said finally, peeking out of the shop windows where Zombies slowly passed, constantly bumping into each other, forming an impenetrable …
Telling D@ddy No
I looked at him and said 'D@ddy, I've been missing so long, I know i need a spanking. You need to order me to my room and make me put on my absolute favorite panties. Then you need to lift up my skirt and rip them off while i pout. You should f***e those panties in my mouth and bend me over your knee. Then I want you to spank me so hard you can hear me whimper. Once my ass is totally red you need to lift me up a little bit more so you can slap my clit until you feel it all swollen and ready for a good fucking. He knew how bad I wanted to cum like a bad glrl, He started spanking my ass again and then he ordered me to unbutton my blouse and he told me to squeeze my nipples. I grinded my clit against his knee getting it all wet. Then he stood up and whipped out his cock with me bent over the chair with my ass up in the air. He teased me rubbing that thick cock up and down my clit knowing how bad I wanted it. Finally, he stuck it in my pussy and pump me a few times making me want to take the panties out of my mouth and beg for it. But, I don't ever want to make d@ddy mad. His dick was soak n wet from my drenched pussy. I felt him press the tip against my tight little asshole. He spread my ass cheeks so far apart so he would have a good look at his cock about to slam into me. I knew it was going to hurt so bad, but I wanted it. I held myself up on one elbow because, I couldn't stop rubbing my juicy clit really hard. Suddenly, he rammed his cock in my asshole. He went balls deep …
The Passion of Agnes Part 3
The keyhole was wide. What occurred in the punishment cell, which Abbess Clarissa eccentrically called the Misericord, was the stuff of constant gossip among the lesser sisters, but what I now beheld made me gasp in awe. The room was peopled with four naked female bodies. The Abbess, her unleashed red hair falling in crimson tresses along her sensuous back, held a whip in her hand. Without her habit her ample charms were for the first time fully visible. Genevieve held a chain which attached to the collared form of Sister Gwendolyn who lapped at a dish of milk before her, reminding me of my old cat Pierre. She had clearly been punished as her back was striped with red marks yet her look was one of beatific bliss. Had she suffered or been pleasured? She fairly cooed as, at the end of her taut harness, her pink tongue lapped at the creamy milk. The walls were hung with whips, cords of leather and twine, chains with collars attached as if for the convent watchdogs, belts and sleek lacquered devices shaped like the phallus, attached to harnesses. Dangling with her wrists bound from ropes that hung from hooks set into the ceiling was Sister Mary, the meekest of all the convents sisters. She was gagged, a wad of cloth tied around her face. Her nipples were clamped with the wooden pins used to hang our wash. The Abbess, having turned her attention from the evidently satiated Gwendolyn, was poking, probing, whipping and worrying the helpless form of Mary, circling her, contemplating …
My first and more 3 some
Okay…let me tell you about the first time I had a 3 some experience…the 3 of us met at this local bar…. hubby and I got there early and I was d***k by the time his friend got there… was freaked completely out by it all. So Michael (hubby's friend) got there and started drinking and we were sitting in those little round booths in the bar.. I was in the middle. was wearing a short short skirt… with nothing under… of course! I was feeling really good and so I thought.. to hell with it all.. I'm going to go for it… so I leaned to hubby and planted a big sloppy kiss on him… then leaned to the other guy and did the same… that started it all – they had their hands all over me…. on my boobs – my skirt was up around my waist… my legs were spread and one was crossed over each of their legs… they had fingers all up inside me… playing with my clit… my pussy… my ass…mmmm! I was taking turns kissing them……..so that continued for a while….. then we decided to go to the hotel….. we rode together in Michael's truck… with me in the middle….. hubby got in the floor and was eating me….. the other guy had his hand between my legs… playing with my clit….. and I was kissing him while he was driving…..So we got to the hotel…. and we all went in to check in and I was still d***k and feeling very horny… so we were continuing to play even at the check in desk….. they both had their hands all over me and I was hugging them both, feeling their …
A Little Pink Candy Heart
"I have some Valentine's Candy!" "Yeah? What kind?" "Little chocolate hearts. Here!" The beautiful little girl handed me a chocolate. "Happy Valentine's Day!" she said. Her round cherub face was lit with a wonderful smile. I unwrapped the chocolate and plopped it in my mouth. "Mmmm, that's good." "I wonder why Valentine's hearts are shaped like this," she said, looking at another chocolate. "It doesn't look like a real heart at all, does it?" "You wanna know why they're shaped like that?" "Yeah. You know why?" "I do. And you ever wonder why they're always pink? Even these chocolates are wrapped in pink. But real hearts aren't pink, they're like, gross, like dark red, right?" "It's 'cause pink is the color of love, right?" "Yeah, but why is it the color of love?" "I don't know." "You want me to show you?" "Yeah." "You won't be offended, will you?" She looked at me, puzzled. "No. Why would I be offended?" "'Cause… Some people might think it's a little dirty." "Dirty?" "Some people might think so." "I promise I won't be offended. Show me already!" "OK. You ever look at yourself, Shalisha? Like, at your pussy?" "My pussy?" "Yeah, like, with a mirror, or maybe take a picture of it with your phone? So you can see it really good?" "A picture! No!" "You should." "Do you …
Doggy Style
TV Dogging Sophie Tyler is a 57 year old quite shy male to female transvestite, she doesn't see herself as convincing but nevertheless loves being dressed as the girl she loves being. It was approximately 10pm on a summer's evening and the daylight was drawing to a close and giving way to the darkened skies that will cover a multitude of sins throughout the country. Sophie was driving home from a group meet of girls, she turned off a main road, though enjoying her journey dressed she felt conspicuous whenever stopping at traffic lights and other cars pulling up next to her or by pedestrians watching her as she drove by, she had never driven so far dressed before and found the experience both nerve wracking and exciting, even sexually exciting. Whilst driving along a reasonably quiet road she felt the urge to have a walk, “what the hell” she thought, “it isn't as though anyone will recognise me so far from home.” She was driving past a wooded area and ahead she saw a layby and pulled into it. From her car Sophie could see a concrete path leading into the trees, she checked her appearance in the mirror, she was satisfied with her make-up and therefore just applied a new touch of lipstick before taking a deep breath and stepping from her car. Sophie was casually but tidely dressed, she always favoured short skirts and dresses unless she was dressed formally and today was no different, wearing her black and white tartan mini skirt, a thin tight white polar necked jumper, white …
Just Sex: Aronne and Rosaline
Rosaline locks her arm in mine and I walk her up the steps. I cast a sideways glance at the woman that my mother grew up with and who had a large part in raising me; the woman who has been the object of my sexual fantasies since I hit 16 and began to be driven by sexual desire. I enter the building and walk past the first few doors until I reach #123. I pull out my key and unlock the door. I open it and let Rosaline in first. She walks in and I close and lock the door behind us. She sits down on my loveseat and pats the space next to her. I sit down and she makes her move. Rosaline lays her head on my shoulder and dances her delicate fingers across my chest. I wrap one arm around her and give her a one-handed hug. She slides her arms around my abdomen and pulls herself onto me. She lets go and her head rests in my lap, looking up at me with her chocolate brown eyes. My cock begins to harden under her and I can only hope that she doesn't feel my cock against the back of her skull. I can't avoid her gaze, so I stare into her beautiful eyes. She conveys a strong message through her eyes and I can't help but to oblige. She reaches up and clutches the collar of my suit jacket and pulls me down into a passionate kiss, not like the brief kiss we shared earlier today. I wrap my arms around her, holding her to my chest. She smiles and softly bites my bottom lip. I begin to readjust myself on the loveseat, sliding underneath her. She lays her hands on my chest, pushing me slightly. I …
Gaby and the Tutor (Chap 3)
Gaby – my little niece. By Fireengine8 (Foreword: A series of adventures with my preteen niece. If you are opposed to preteen sex; do not read) Gaby (Chap 3) Gaby has a one-month anniversary. (Part II) Gaby’s Japanese tutor is here this afternoon teaching her about the metric system. We managed to get naked to measure each other standing against a door. I was the last to be measured and Miko got a close and personal look at my cock as she knelt before me and ran the cloth tape around my hips. I took a ruler and said, “Girls there is only one more thing to measure; but I have to sit on my bed.” Both girls looked at my cock; Gaby with a big grin and Miko with a stunned expression. I took Miko’s hand and led her to the bedroom. She followed without complaint. I sat on the bed, handed her the ruler, and asked her softly, “You do want to measure it, don’t you?” She seemed to blush again, her mouth fell open and then she shook her head meekly, “Yes” as she took the ruler and looked at my cock. “Do you know how to get me hard first,” I asked and she slowly nodded again. “Show me,” was a command. My beautiful Miko stood before me and looked at me as if she was going to refuse my command. Her elfin body is so very beautiful starting with her black hair in her newly acquired professionally styled bob, down to her oriental, almond eyes, made sparkling with light blue make-up. The lip gloss gives her sexy, pouty lips. Her beautiful breasts are just as I hoped they would look after …
My Best Friend And Her Mom
My best friend Reagan was the hottest girl in my high school. She was about 5'5 with slightly small breasts and a nice firm ass. People often asked if we were dating but we always dismissed it by saying we were to close for that. I went to her house often to hang out/do homework etc. Her mom (Alexis) was smoking hot and easily fuckable. She was about 5'8 with DD breasts and an amazing ass. One day when I went to her house everything changed. We were walking up on her front porch an hour earlier than we usually do since we decided to leave school early. As soon as I stepped in the smell hit me. Her mom was smoking a joint in the living room! She looked up at us and was instantly embarrassed. She was a single mom who had a job but she worked at night. "What are you guys doing here?" Alexis said "We left school early. What the fuck are you doing?" Reagan asked "I need to be able to fall asleep during the day so I can work at night and this makes me tired enough to do it." She replied quickly. I could tell it was rehearsed. "I guess that makes since." Reagan said in a soft voice. We had smoked weed together many times before but could never imagine that her mom smoked. "How rude of me to just sit here." Alexis said "Do you guys want to join?" She asked Reagan and I looked at each other and shrugged "Sure" I said after a couple of seconds. "A little bud never hurt anyone." "Great" she said "You guys sit here and finish this joint and I'll go get some more weed." Reagan and I …
Little Katie and her DUI-Blackmail for Uncle Don
Little Katie and her DUI-Blackmail for Uncle Don Katie was Don Parker’s great niece, by marriage… a granddaughter to his wife’s sister. She grew up as a beautiful, loving child, as did her two sisters and her brother. Although not very big, she was very intelligent and excelled in speed and determination. All-time school records in softball and basketball fell as she completed her journey through high school. As the family sat, watching her Valedictorian’s speech at graduation, she skillfully gave her classmates kudos for their accomplishments and challenged them with goals for their future. One minute, she had them in tears; the next, they were laughing and cheering. As Don admired the girl he’d known since birth, he thought to himself, “I was born forty years too early. My God, the boy that’s fucking her is a lucky little bastard. I’ll bet her cunt tastes like icing on a cake.” Her mother, his wife’s niece, Sherry, had told Don that Katie would be going to college in the same town where he lived. He, of course, offered to let the smaller version of Marilyn Monroe live with him. “That’s sweet of you, Uncle Don, but it’s a Christian college and it requires all freshmen and sophomores to live in dorms. I told her that if she ever needed help with anything, though, to call you. That’s okay, isn’t it?” Don hugged Sherry and told her he wouldn’t have it any other way. He offered for Sherry and her husband, Scott, to come to his home any weekend, so they could spend time with …
Hannahs Hot Tub – Part 2
It was Friday night, a few weeks after I had comprehensively fingered my stepdaughter, Hannah, that extraordinary evening in the hot tub. I had arrived home from work unexpectedly early; my meeting in London having ended sooner than usual and I had been able to catch an earlier train. Haunted by guilt and the fear of exposure, I had been avoiding both my stepdaughter and the tub ever since that night. Unnervingly, Hannah had been behaving as if nothing had happened – though it was obvious she now believed we had a shared secret – and I was just starting to feel safe. But I still hadn’t dared use the tub with either Hannah or her mother, my wife, Debbie. The house was empty; Debbie was meeting colleagues after work and Hannah was going to a movie with a potential date so I could do whatever I wanted without interference. What I wanted to do first was go on a run through the ancient woodlands that our house backed onto – the warm late August sun was shining so brightly it was simply too perfect an opportunity to miss – so after quickly changing into my vest and shorts, off I went. An hour later, hot and sweaty but feeling content and very righteous, I jogged panting into the back garden and tried to regain my breath while cursing myself for not having trained harder for the past few months. The run had been everything I had wanted; warm paths, cool shade, the smell of the trees; perfect! Opening the back door I quickly grabbed a cold drink from the fridge before going back …
Island Fever 4: Paradise – Chapter 02
[[[-IF4-P2.TXT-]]] —————- Island Fever 4: Paradise Written by: [email protected] M/F, F/F and a whole lot more —————- Chapter 02: "Prenatal" ——————————————- -*- Wednesday, May 20, 2015 -*- -*- Oslo, Norway -*- "This hamburger is absolutely delicious," I mused, biting into and salivating over a Norwegian version of the classic American favorite. A thick and juicy beef patty sat atop an even mix of shredded lettuce and shredded Chinese cabbage, with a coating of Thousand Island salad dressing just below it. On top of the patty was lots of extra cheese and bacon, with an apricot-colored mayonnaise sauce that had a distinct gherkin flavor to it. Of course, what hamburger could possibly be complete without two sesame seed buns? "Strange you would say that here of all places," Amy shrugged, as she sat across from me and enjoyed a healthy chef's salad here in the lunch cafeteria at the university hospital in downtown Oslo, Norway. "Hospital food is not supposed to taste good." Amy raised an eyebrow at me. "Is it better than the hamburgers I fix myself?" "Of course not, sweetheart." Whoa… I definitely was not going to attempt to traverse that path. If I told Amy any differently, I could have found myself walking home! I glanced and focused upon Amy as she continued to enjoy her chef's salad, but ultimately my eyes drifted downward and I found myself fixated upon that beautiful baby bump that was straining against her camisole …
forbidden lovers
I'm Chris I'm seventeen medium light brown hair kinda fit but I don't have muscles. Oh and I'm gay. My best friend Terry he's also 17 with jet black hair he has the sexiest eyes and smile I've ever seen. I've been in love with this guy since day one and this was the chance I finally could tell him. "School is finally over!" 4-day weekend here I come!" I said. "Yeah, we can finally relax" Terry said walking beside me. "I have a lot of homework to do though" I said. "Well it is a 4 day weekend I can spend my break there. I just have to go home and get some clothes" Terry said. "Alright, no problem" I said walking home. "You can come with me it's not that far" He said. I felt my dick move a little when I heard him invite me to his place for a bit. "But for what?" I thought to myself he wouldn't need any clothes. "Alright, let's go then" He said smiling. Every time I see that smile I get rock hard. Thank god I was wearing loose jeans. I started walking side by side with him to his house. He was right his house was only two blocks away. I never been to his house, I always wanted to go but he always made an excuse. When we got to his house it was completely quiet no one was home. "My room's upstairs you can come up if you want" Terry said in a kinda unsure tone. "sure" I said and started to follow behind him. God, his ass looked amazing in those jeans. I could feel my dick twitch in my jeans again. When we made it to his room it was so messy there were clothes and papers …