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Please rate and comment Prior: Kelsey – “No Dad Stop.” NOOOOOOOOOO Stop Dad. STOP. I could feel I was the first. I pushed further. OH MY GOD. You can’t do this. Stop. I don’t want this. Stop. What is this stop bullshit
this is my first story so please take that in mind. It was a typical saturday night and i was sitting in the local bar watching the local girls try to strip tease



It has well over a year since her last visit from him. She has put him completely out of her mind and concentrated on the new man in her life. She comes home from work, it was an earlier shift than normal
Camping Out PT 5 I wake up later in the day—about 3:00 or so to a scorching tent. Must have been a hundred degrees in here, sweat pouring from my pits and ass. The smell of my unwiped hairy crack smelled like a pig trough. Damm---I gotta go shower up now



[If you haven't read parts 1-5, please go read them first] Melanie walked down to the living room and gently kissed her mother and sister good-bye, kissing both of them three times each. Once on the lips, and once on their breasts, taking quick drinks of their milk as she did so



It all started the day I flashed my sister. See, we live out in the Bible Belt, a little place called Vernonberg. Everything you’re imagining, that’s it. I live in a town of about 200 people, and all of ‘em cram into the same Church every Sunday
First Report We were making history on this trip. Our research team, consisting of myself and five other well qualified scientists were being shuttled to the island of Gravitta, located not far off the coast of our sister country
It wasn’t until I was in my mid teens that I started to wonder why the women in my family never seemed to get any older. As a kid, they just looked like adults to me. Even my sisters who were in their early twenties. That age, to a kid, still just looks like an adult
We're sitting in a hot tub in the back porch of the house. You're wearing a skimpy little bikini top with barely enough fabric to cover your nipples. It's sagging slightly under the weight of your gorgeous and tantalizing breasts



“Ahhhhhhh!” Shouts a young Mrs. Housened. “It’s just a spider, sweetie.” Mr. Housened grabs a paper towel from the kitchen and stands up on the end table to get the creepy crawly. Mr. and Mrs. Housened are high school sweethearts, married right out of high school
Ok I have noticed that alot of people now days dont make stories about themselves, well I hope that changes cause sometimes it makes it more interesting. I dont like making erotic stories too long, so here is a short one. This is a story about me having sex with Peach, Zelda, and Samus
I must have slept like the dead because I didn’t remember anything until my alarm sounded at 6AM. I needed to take a piss so I quietly retrieved my clothes so I didn’t wake my sleeping beauties and made my way to the bathroom
The Battered Lamp Chapter Twelve: The Peril of the Succubus Copyright 2014 Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Fatima smiled and reached for her husband, who was also her brother
The next morning Martin wakes up and sees his daughter snuggled up against him and wishes that he didn’t have to wake her up but does anyway. “Taylor,” He says, “Taylor, sweetie it’s time to get up you have classes to get to
The Satyr Encounter November 2011 The tall statuesque doctoral student had come to the Greek Islands to conduct research for her thesis on mythological creatures