Fiction - Page 961
Part 2 “Stand up!” I commanded. Kristin did, with what seemed like a satisfied sigh. The inside of her thighs were glistening with pussy juice and her panties looked like they were just sprayed with water. “Go get some ice water, and bring it back here



Dear Diary, Lying in bed last night was rather interesting. Seems the House Leader (never got his name, damn) is more than people think. I’d never quite had it like that before, I couldn’t help but rolling those memories over in my mind
Perchance to Dream Part 2 By: Mojavejoe420 ©2016 Edited and Inspired by Mel(melanieatplay) (Dearest reader, please read the first chapter
I will begin my story by telling you a little about myself and the events that lead me to my current situation. My name is Brad and at the time this story took place I was 22 years old. I had everything that I needed. Good friends, a full ride to college, and a beautiful girlfriend
The events in this story occurred about 2 years before the ones in my story "Me and Emma down by the river". The stories can be read separately and do not relay on each other in any way, but you can read the other to learn more about Nick, the main character
A Campers Dream It had been a long hard winter in Michigan, so my wife and I agreed to get away from home for a few weeks. I took two weeks off from work, loaded up the camper, hooked up the truck and we were on our way
Dad took an out of state job transfer when I was a college freshman, thinking that it was his last best chance to make it big. Mom refused to go, and they had a long distance marriage for 6 months or so, before Dad traded in Mom for a newer model. They split by the time I was a junior
Ruth’s big night part 2. After having Bob fuck her as she jerked off the Drunk on the bench, Ruth had been wondering what Bob meant when he told her he had more fun in mind for the night and as he turned the car into the car park she was still no wiser
The Futa Fairy – Futa Fairies' Naughty Game Chapter Four: Becca & Kimmie's Bondage Fun By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Becca Brittany My heart hammered in fear while pleasure still buzzed from my body
I look up from my position on the floor. I tilt my head like a puppy to focus on the footsteps outside my door. I know those footsteps, the steady and confident stride, to belong to my Sir. I smile and turn to face the door
Misty and the Old Guy (Part 2) “So you don t think I would be interested then?” Peter Hopkins lay naked on the bed, his large erection pointing skywards, towering above his old and emaciated body. “I wouldn't have thought so.” Said an equally naked Misty
The only thing Bob could think about for three days was Candy's tight, wet, virgin pussy around his hard cock. Bob had never raped anyone before. But Candy was special, she was a temptress, a Lolita in the making
We all lay on are backs in the water, basking in the sun. My cock was still sticking out like a low branch but neither woman looked like they were in any condition to do anything about it. After a brief nap, we looked around for our clothes and found nothing



*IMPORTANT* This is a new account for superkev123, I can no longer access my old one, so I am re-posting all my old ones here, and will also be uploading new ones. Chapter 11 I stood up and looked over at Jessica's unconscious form
Preamble: Most of the Mike Claymore mysteries were written in the 1999 to 2004 period during a depressing period in my life. The writing period was culminated by a tragic loss that left me disinterested in ever writing again