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A true story about me and my younger cousin it starts a bit slowly, and sucks a bit, but bear with me, unfortunately English was never my strong point, so even though this is a true story I tell it pretty badly, but oh well, make your own mind up

“Blake? Blake…wake up” “What!” Blake opened my eyes to see, who was disturbing his sleep, already half knowing the answer. Once his eyes were fully open, he saw his beautiful sister, in mini skirt, and a tight shirt, covering her large breasts

Case Study 301: A Swedish Beauty Pageant Chapter 19 Meanwhile back in New Mexico at Camelot: Miles and Kristen are in the midst of yet another therapy session. Miles has hypnotized Kristen and used a technique known as regression

As you enter the arcade you will notice that it is quite dark, with just dim lighting. What lighting there is only serves to illuminate just how filthy the place is. The stink of piss and semen is pervasive. You have to walk carefully because the floor is slick with semen

taying for the few months they where here I signed up to be at the pool to see some of girl in they're swimming suits the mine one I wanted to see was Lisa after swimming we all had dinner after I was in my cabin I saw Lisa walking down the path I ask her where she was going she said " to her cabin

It was Friday night at 7:30 when Max's car drove up to my house. I was dressed in the sexiest lingerie I could find at Victoria's Secret, a red lace bra, red lace panties, red lace long socks and a sheer cover up. I walked up to the Escalade and sat on Max's lap

On a cold Friday afternoon in February 1969, a group of us guys were gathered at our favorite stretch of country road to see who had the fastest car. I was 19 & had recently acquired a white 1966 Ford Fairlane GT 390 4-Speed

It had been 3 weeks since Ananya and I had our first naughty ass-tasting experience. And a lot had changed in that time. I pulled up to her driveway and rung the doorbell. Ananya answered, greeting me with those lustful hazel eyes. I closed the door behind me. We said no words

Hey guys/gals, More reluctance and rape type scenarios in this one – I’m really into that kind of thing so let me know what you think. Also I removed the monsters cause it bordered on bestiality in my mind, it’s not something I enjoy writing about

Note to Readers – I suggest to start at the beginning and read all of the stories that lead up to this one, and if you don’t want to do that, at least read Chantelle: Sunday Morning Sunday Afternoon Hearing the first car arrive excited the girls, far more than I would have thought, actually

I finally got my senses back as I looked into the monitor and saw them getting their clothes on. I realized I had to act fast. I grabbed the monitor and shut it off. Then went into the kitchen and put it on the counter

Friday Morning Morning in Dave and Nicole’s Room “Uugghhh.” My dick feels like it’s wrapped in a steaming hot wet hole. I open my eyes to see beams of light trying to break through the curtains. The hill made out of blankets is moving up in down

The drive had been long, the traffic heavy, and the car's radio her sole companion. Understandably, Donna Howell was weary

Hey everyone, I'm going to start casually uploading stories again, starting with this one about my best friend. This will have multiple parts. Anonyboi ----- "God damn he's so cute." I thought to myself

Being like most guys, I spend most of my time, energy, and brain function looking for pussy. Also like most guys, my schemes and plots crash and burn over 99% of the time, resulting in no pussy

I'd always thought I was a little different, always being very horny all the time and thinking of both sexes in my imagination. I got through high school with all its pleasures and sites by masturbating atleast once a day, and by the time i was in grade 10.. i was a pro

I found myself lying comfortably, but securely tied to a metallic frame in the shape of an 'X', or the Saint Andrew's cross as what Luther had told me a few days ago. Completely naked and bound, i realized just how exposed i was

One day Richard Widemouth was checking for the ad he placed in the Reader. “Damn” exclaimed Richard Widemouth in a voice that sounded like an edgy thunder on the horizon. “I can’t find the ad that I placed in the local free paper

It was now high summer and the days and nights were hot, dry and humid. Because of the heat I often slept with my bedroom window open, I fell asleep with a mild breeze wafting and waving the thin curtains in and out of the window

A Teenage Escort. Part 1. The Training My family was fairly poor, no, really poor. As a child through high school I was teased about my clothes, shoes, everything other kids had that were nicer. By the time I got to 10th grade at 16 years old I was sick of it