Martin: I had recently moved into the neighborhood and didn't know a lot of people as there didn't seem to be many kids of my age in the small town, but somehow I managed to get to know Martin Harris who delivered the papers and although he was two years younger than my twenty one years we became friends. Occasionally I called for him to go and play ball in...
As I drove away from her home, my mind was racing with thoughts of what had just happened earlier. The sweet odor of her pussy juices filled my nostrils. I could still taste her in my mouth. I was so overcome by the experience, I barely kept my mind on the road. Once I arrived home, I quickly stripped down to my panties. I had to see what they looked like on...
My destination was a town called Bradbury. I'd never been there before and had only ever scene it on a map. It was about 90 minutes south of the large college town where I had spent five years as an undergraduate. Upon arriving, in the early morning, after one night's stay in a motel outside Salt Lake City and a second stop-off in Denver to take in the nigh...
Thanks to my dear editor, LissaSue! *** The warm bed tried to hold her captive, it was really too comfortable to even think of getting out of. Turning on her other side, Ravenna tried to catch sleep again; it was to no avail, her bladder protested too much. Grumbling, she sat up, giving the room an unconscious quick sweep before she moved to the side of th...
Sometimes nature has its own plans to set up situations which many times go out of control. Though many leave us with a sour impression, many a times though unwanted, they throw up surprises that even leave you spell bound. This is my experience, which I had experienced in my weak moment, but had now turned out beautifully. You may call it incest or a swap;...
It was hot and dripped over my face, touching my lips so that I could taste her. I looked up as another stream shot at me, over my nose and some of it into my open mouth. It tasted good, strange to say but it did. With a free hand I was wanking my throbbing cock, this dear reader was something else. But how had I got here and by that I didn't mean in a bath...
(Authors Note: This is the final part of my Gwen The Pissmop stories. Although you could read it as a stand alone story I think it would make more sense and show the whole progression of the story and characters if you had read the others beforehand. Please take the time to vote or comment, they are appreciated. Thanks) * I climbed the steps at the front o...
Ashkey had finished her chores and her lunch and she still had the best part of three hours to fill until she could pick her girls up from school. She had to do something to fill her mind. She couldn’t carry on like this. If she sat around all day doing nothing then she would drive herself mad from the dilemma of what to do with her sex life. She went into...
Recently, I met a woman named Reiko. Like me, she was born in Japan, and is studying at Oceanview U. I got drafted to work on this project for school with her, and she invited the group of us to come over to her house, so we could get to know each other. We met at a cafe near her house—Prof. Olgren, a nice older lady who worked in Japan when she was young, m...
(This is a series of stories about the sexual awaking of a girl through progressively more intense encounters with her sexuality, and the people around her that want to take advantage of her. Her awakening involves her gradual and reluctant capitulation to her strong sexual urges. The story will progress through encounters from innocent, straight, lesbian, r...