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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events are coincidental. This story is not intended to be an accurate reflection of any particular lifestyle. Night 3 I woke up with Slut snuggled up against me

My sister Bri invited me and my girlfriend over for a party at her and her husband's house. Now, we've been over there quite a few times for long nights of drinking and eventually just passing out and waking up with a killer hangover. You know, the usual

“Thank You, Sir!” McKenzie is known to be a little trouble maker in school, and also a very slutty girl. She wears the school uniform with a little bit of taste. She has on a short plaid skirt, a white button down shirt, knee high socks, and black heels

The Innbury public tennis courts sat under a hill on which were woodland walks and picnic places, popular in the summer with couples looking for a place to copulate

I hadn't had a case in a week and the whiskey bottle was gettin' low

Author’s note: This is an interracial porn story. There’s a plot, but not an overly complex one. If you aren’t a fan of white girl/black guy(s), then it may be a good idea if you read something else, maybe in a different category

After reading some of the stories posted here I figured that with some of the interesting things that have happened to me why not put it down on paper and share it with everyone. So let me start with a little background information so you can see where I was coming from

Yesterday i told bena, my submissive, very beautiful brown tanned, brown haired and 32 A perky titted girlfriend, that we are gonna make a little trip to the city mall

It was St. Patty’s Day and my best friend Josh was visiting me at school since his spring break was a week before mine. I was going to show him a good time down in the South. I had visited him many times whenever I was home since he went to a university close to my hometown

People think when they are traveling if they want a good meal then stop where they see truck drivers stop.Well that is just a myth, yes the food might be good but it is really about the waitresses . As a tractor trailer driver my self I spent many hours alone on the road

You know how some people say your first experiences should be memorable? To say mine was memorable is questionable. I was in the seventh grade on one of the soccer teams at my middle school

The fortieth high school class reunion started out on a pleasant note, as far as Don Parker was concerned. Many of his old friends were there and to his surprise, most of the 'cliques' from Old BHS days had gone by the wayside

house Whats a boy to do Last friday Bart spent the night fucking his aunt Selma and Patty Bouvier his mothers older sisters and he would never have even thought of such a thing under normal circumstances but for what had happened the week before with his sister Lisa and his best friend milhouse

d's First Futa – Futa's Beauty Pageant Chapter Three: Futa's First Naughty Award By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “So I think everyone in the audience and watching live around the world is interested in who won, Becky,” Adelia, the talk show host interviewing me, asked

I look at the mirror again. There is something just not right with the new suit. The new color? I am Elastigirl! I wanted people when they see me, they see hope! They see happiness! Not some brooding dark superhero. I sighed

Chapter 2 I had Sasha ride in the back naked with her legs spread wide on the roof and her crotch fully open and her hands squeezing her tits tight. I kept ordering her to lube her hands with her twat and squeeze her tits as tight as possible to force the blood into her nipples

I first met Gill when she was eighteen, she looked like a breath of fresh air, and we met in a biker heavy rock bar where everyone was wearing denim and leather

APHRODISIAC Cindy had been married since she was 25, and now that she was 40, life seemed like a heavy weight dragging her down. With two stepchildren, she didn't feel very motherly, but felt she had done a decent job raising them

Squeak! Squeak!" Sounds of a good Whore!" It was a dark Friday evening, just a little passed 10pm. I had been sitting in my patrol car all night. I looked around outside. I could see a light out above the old gas station. It was your typical slow boring, small town night

We started working an hour earlier each day, getting the first set of water on leaving us an extra hour to help down at Schultz’s. Senior Hoak the octogenarian master barn builder and his only son Junior did all of the thinking. Mr