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Mind Controlled Mothers Club A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research Chapter Two: Mommy Slut Orgy By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! In the shipping department...
Getting pregnant at fifteen wasn’ t Ruth’ s plan in high school or not even knowing the father too. She was a very shy girl and so when he friend invited her to her birthday pool party she didn’ t know that night would change her li...
Alex parked his car. Looking around as he locked the door. He was not in the nicest part of town at the moment, but this is where Ms. Tomas told him to go. Head to the Lost Dog Bar on Willow Street. Go inside and have a beer or two. Additional com...
I was sitting on the toilet bowl. The seat was up, but it didn' t matter. The barbie print diaper I was wearing was sopping wet and the seat was heavy with shit. I had to lean forward to keep the diaper from drooping down into the water. Parts...
After Artie and I dropped off Phil at his house, I asked him if he wanted to hang out still. He obviously answered yes, so I figured why not head back to my place. It was only 2 o' clock and we had the house to ourselves for at least another t...
Part three Part three Carol and I laid together, basking in the body heat of each other, as we reflected on the great sex that we just experienced. I did not know it was possible to give or receive such physical pleasure from another p...
This happened last year I always liked the risk of being caught jacking off, and then having someone join in, but I had never really gotten the courage to do it. So one day, my little cousin Matt and I were the only people at home. I w...
This is my first story. As the last few boxes were packed into the truck Natalie then realized just how much freedom she would have living on her own. . Sure, she had a lot of freedom at her parents house, but she never had the type of free...
TONGUE-TIED Renata was in a foul mood, although a satisfied smile did curl her lips as she peered at herself in the full-length mirror. She looked damn good, she thought. She knew she had a good body, anybody would. Slim, five-seven, pretty...
Lance - the man of the house Tiffany - the horny drunk chick ======================================================= Tiffany called me at work one Friday and told me she was drunk and in the mood. After several minutes of convers...
After that first night of service to our new Masters things started to become somewhat normal or at least as normal as they could be in our situation. I went off to work every morning and the girls went to school
I strongly advise that you read the story from the star, because it will be hard for you to understand the characters in later parts of the stories. This is not a quick fix story and not intended to be. It is already broken up in parts for ease of read
This is part three of a story. If you haven’t read parts one and two you may like to do so before you read this. As with previous parts, this story is fictional. It involves sexual acts between a 12 and 14 year old brother and sister which includes peeing
Well all have had this thought for awhile and decided to put it to paper so to speak, and see what the rest of ya think. Nothing too taboo in this - check the tags above. Comments are of course welcomed. Hope you find this as erotic as I did
My eyes awoke to the piercing rays of the sun, fighting its way through the blinds. I quickly glanced at the clock and was relieved to see it was only 8:30. The best chance for me and Chris to get any action today was before anyone else woke up
This story and the stories to come in this series contain themes of homosexuality. The boys involved are all quite young, some under 16. If this doesn't interest you then stop reading now. For being 14, almost 15, James was a fairly immature person
Jim and Beverly sat in the tub reminiscing about certain things that happened many years ago. Jim just revealed that he was going to reconcile with his brother Raymond
Just three minutes to go. Henry’s computer time confirmed the hopeful news the office clock had already told him. He put his coffee cup to his lips—his “blowjob lips”, as Patrick often joked—and sank the final grainy dregs
Tiffany awoke on the couch. She wasn’t sure if that was all real, but the pain all over her body and the collar on her neck reminded her that it was. Everything was sore from the previous night’s events, or was it the previous day’s? She had no way to tell
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