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Me and Milly had been fucking around for about a month now, we had had some good long sessions where I had actually stayed over and slept with her, sneaking around wasn’t too bad either. It had started to get harder as Julie was beginning to ask more questions about where I was

Hank and Mildred, the older couple down the street from me, were a nice older couple. They paid me attention that I wasn't necessarily getting at home

CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally

Ugh, another day at work… “I’m so sick of working at this stupid old tractor store” I thought to myself as I vaulted out of bed. I was going to be late, but what do I care? My dad is the boss, and I can get away with anything I want. I love that thought

I woke up the next morning feeling incredibly refreshed. It was still early, not even 7 yet, but I felt so good, ready for the day to start. Charles was still sound asleep like usual, so I quietly went to the bathroom and got ready, heading out the door into the hotel corridor

[Had to continue due to demand. As always, I love to hear from readers. Thanks for reading.] I knew it was only a matter of time. After skirting the issue numerous times and dancing around confronting things, it was time to meet it head on

Carol Johnson couldn't believe what was happening. Santa, the completely real Santa, had kidnapped her and said he wanted to use her body. "I must be going crazy", she thought, but immediately she began to calm down

I'm in 12th grade, senior year. I'm a guy with hazelnut brown eyes and brown hair with a strong, muscular, athletic build even though some people call me a nerd. Unlike most guys, sex isn't on my mind 24/7

When I was in high school my tits were already D cup, so I was considerably bigger than every other girl in school. This got me attention from the boys, but the girls didn't like it at all. Even then, though, I already enjoyed the male attention

Chapter 1 Jolyne Crawford was an exceptionally attractive young blonde teenager. Her parents were divorced, and she lived with her mother who spent most of her time in bed with various men whom she brought home with her

I woke up the next morning really rested and pleased with the way yesterday went. My only misgiving was that Jennie was not the girl I thought she was. She was acting more like a horny young girl, then my friend, the tomboy

I lay staring in the darkness as I heard them downstairs. I closed my eyes, and tried to think of Paul. I had wanted to see him today

ng) Summary – Amber, Darla and Tina are down to their last hour of Halloween Trick-Or-Treats! What will they do to get even more candy? Previous Chapter - Amber and her friends decide to go all out to get candy on Halloween! Note – This is a work of fiction, make-believe and sexual fantasy

Every weekend my friends and I go out to party, especially on Fridays. We love to get drunk and have fun. We live in a small Southern town so I guess there's not much else to do, but I love to have fun and will admit that I like to fool around, but I had never done the big one

I drive to the airport and wait for my beautiful cousin to arrive from California. After a long wait I see Stacy’s beautiful face and flowing black hair. After getting her bags, we head for the car and to my house in the country

Robert’s Story Robert awoke that morning by an amazing sensation that he had not felt in a long time. He opened his eyes and looked down to see his wife, Janet, slowly sliding her mouth up and down his cock. She looked up when he woke up and smiled at him

If you have been following my stories you know that I am a young, female medical assistant and I work for a urology group. When I first started it was just one urologist but now it’s a group of three. It’s somewhat rare for a woman to work in the urology field

Franklin Branson, or Frank, as he was known to his friends, was a very ordinary man. He was average in every sense of the word. A typical suburbanite, if ever there was one

It was the third day of softball finals. My cousin was playing in the league and I was stuck at the park in the more than 90 degree weather because my aunt never let me stay home alone. While walking around I saw Rachael. I walked up to her and said hi. “Hey Mikhail,” she said

Welcome, this is part 7 of my “Help!” series. Continuing on from Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 and part 5, I strongly recommend that you read those parts before reading this if you haven’t already done so. Enjoy..