First Time - Page 150

Chapter 1 Four years of college and now I'm out. Yes, I knew better than to think I was going to change the world. Teachers make a difference but it's a slow, gradual difference

John Mitchell was very excited that tonight was Halloween. He loved all the sexy costumes girls found to wear for the holiday. Especially the younger girls, the ones that could cause a world of trouble for a man in his early thirties

Unknown Presence - The Vessel. Leeann Hamilton had always been a normal twenty something girl with the IQ of a genius and looks that could stop people dead in their tracks. She was a dead heat in a Zeppelin race

I was in my early 20's. I, at the time was by all means straight, I dated girls, fucked girls, and loved every minute of it. But from around 17 years old I had gone through the shemale stage of porn, and eventually (I can't remember how exactly) I had moved onto gay porn

I'd never had sex with anyone before meeting Lou. I'd had girlfriends, but we were just fumbling around. I'd had my hand up a few skirts and fingered a couple of girls but we weren't old enough to go further

I was trying my darnedest to suck my little sister’s tits, but it was proving to be an exercise in futility . She was bouncing wildly on my lap, and I couldn’t keep ahold of them

I'm remembering that if you post too many parts to a story at one time, you'll start getting negative votes just clear the parts off the recent list. I may slow down the posting. This part continues to be b/b and gay. Please do not bother reading unless you are into it

An Iceball flew at me and I laughed. "14.15.16" I quickly turned the ball into water then chucked it at Aya. "20! You're out!" Tao cackled. We were in my Yard and playing 20 seconds with our affinities

“Give it to me! Give it!” Marnie screamed, throwing herself at the door once more as Milo tried in vain to get some studying in. Things had calmed down for a bit after Julia had attacked him, it always seemed that way after a woman had succumbed to his curse

I’d like to start by saying that my dad is an absolute asshole. I was born in a small town called Groundsberg, Connecticut. My mother was born there. My father was born there. My sisters were born there. It was very important to us at one point

This has been pent up inside for years. I have never told a soul until now. As to whether this is a true story or not, it is true to the best of my memory. The thing is there truly are two sides to every story, so I am telling my side…. The way I remember the following events

The comment section has been restricted to members only due to the spammers and other idiots. Please feel free to PM your comments to me. Lucky Mann Edited to meet the new age rules. My First Lover I was a sixteen-year-old high school sophomore in the Spring of 1964

I know it's been a long time since my last story, and I apoligize, but here's something I know you'll enjoy! Part 1: That fluffy tail in my face was familiar, sweeping against my nose over and over again, smelling like dust

CONTINUED FROM PART 4 – CONCLUSION OF THIS SET OF MEMORIES “Yo – there you are,” said Mark reaching into the dual shower stall to turn on the left-side showerhead. From my showerhead, on the right, the stall was steamed up already

Part 1 Botched Ransom “How old are you, Chrissy?” asked the man. He was stroking her hand as he said it. “I’m twenty,” she replied uneasily. She wanted to take her hand back, but was afraid of angering her captor