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After my mother was fucked and abused by my friends and I on my 18th birthday, she continued to service my sexual needs. She even became pregnant shortly after the party and used her connections at the hospital where she worked to take care of the problem

For the past 5 years, I’ve been consistently laying down the pipe for my aunty Ellen. I’m currently 25, and she’s currently 55

It was late at night and I was watching TV and the phone rang. I looked up at the time and it was almost midnight. I reluctantly got up and walked over to the phone and picked it up

The party It should have been nice little party, just a housewarming party for some friends and colleagues. She was 25 years old and she had finally moved out of her parent’s house

Janet, Sharon and Mark were sitting in the kitchen eating lunch. It was Saturday morning and Mark had slept with Janet in her room. As usual, Sharon took every opportunity to tease Mark

"The second awakening?" The man stated in shock trying to stay hidden in the dark. "Yes," the doctor said, "there is a written legend that states that the Egyptian gods will reawaken. Let me find it

My sub and I were in bed, well technically ON the bed rather than in it. She was between my legs, my hands in her hair, her mouth tight at my pussy, licking and kissing, her tongue flicking my clit. I wouldn’t let her back off or stop, and she was doing a good job of it for me

One of my cousins introduced Alice and I. We went out for a short period of time. She was just not my type. She was average in the looks department. She was my height, slightly overweight with brown hair that covered her shoulders. Her breasts were c cups

Every single summer of August my family goes down to Cape Cod, Massachusetts for the remanding month of summer. Since my brother was in his junior year of college out in Arizona, he couldn't come with us, so my parents decided that my sister and I could bring one friend

Try as I wanted I couldn’t stay away from those toilets. The memory of my depraved pleasure in sucking on 2 cocks and being fucked played on my mind

Winter runs over to Sasha and is curious about what she is yelling excitedly about. She walks over and Sasha hands her a birch bow and a quiver of arrows

I was almost done with my time being grounded. This was the last weekend I'd have to stay home. I'd get my tv and phone back plus I could go out again. Home by 10:30 but at least it was something. My sister was still super pissed I wouldn't fuck her anymore

brown hair down to the small of her back with matching eyes; her breasts were firm, perky 34Ds; she had those big, full, pouty lips that were obviously made to be wrapped around hard cock; her legs were crazy long, firm, muscular & smooth, forming a wonderful ass with just the right amount of jiggle

MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 11 DINNER & A MOVIE Rach followed Lidia into the house while I extricated my bike from the jeep. As I parked it in the garage, I tried to will my painful hard-on down

Full Circle – Chapter Seven “Whatever it is you’re doing don’t fucking stop you’re driving me wild” she moaned loudly as her breath came is gasps. I couldn’t believe that she had slept through all that. Well she was awake now and I was just getting started

How do you know when you have met the one? Does he arrive on a magic carpet, declaring his love for you, then you feel your heart bursting out of your chest (but in a less gory way). Or is it more simple then that? A simple feeling of joy you feel whenever your together

It’s Sin to Kill a Tomboy By Millie Dynamite He hated her, little overachieving, athletic, ripped teen girl who made his son look as he operated in slow-motion. She could pitch, catch play any position infield or outfield

Sandra stood in front of her mirror. The silky black sundress hung above her knee. She once worried that it wasn’t high enough for it to be considered sexy

Introduction. Here we are. You and I. Together in this special place out of the rain. The dusty air is thick with the aroma of storytelling as we make our way between row upon row of well-thumbed books that pack each straining shelf to the heavens

I’m on the road towards Wyoming on Pale Horse and I’ve been going for a few hours when I get a phone call and answer it on my Bluetooth. “You’re calling me, who are you,” I ask my caller