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INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - In the first installment of this kinky and hilarious sexual comedy set in 1994, a sequel to my "Spoiled Princess Hates Camping Series", trailer park girl Breanna with the assistance of her trampy housing project friend Isabella finally goes too far with her appalling behavior and promiscuity. This story contains frequent course l...
Author's Note: Fair warning, if mentioning church bothers you, then take a pass on this story, because Wilson is corrupting a nice, church-going girl. ***** Wilson puffed once before softly inhaled another lungful of tobacco. The first puff heated up the cheery tip of his cigarette and released a little cloud of smoke before he filled his lungs with the se...
"Wake up man," I heard someone say as I felt an insistent nudge against my shoulder. My eyes opened and I saw Jeremy's face looking down into mine. "You need to hurry up and grab some breakfast if you want to make it to tennis this morning." Tennis, fuck! I didn't even like playing tennis, but I remembered that I had agreed to do so last night at dinner....
My feeling in dominance is not about forcing people to do things. There is no joy in exerting power over people per se. The joy is what they do for you because they do obey. I do not purposely humiliate or intimidate people to do what I say, but rather expect them to obey me of their own free will. Its about them respecting my position of power and willingly...
Part 14 **Late Saturday afternoon** Gina stood in the doorway of the master bedroom, not particularly surprised at the sight, but very envious. Her two best friends, Britt, the blonde bombshell and Kate, the petite pixie with the jet-black hair, were sprawled across my king-size bed. I was naked, on my back, in the middle of the bed. Face down on either si...
He ploughed the tight channel, thrusting harder, feeling the ripples along his shaft as her muscles worked at pulling him deeper inside. The defiant look in her eyes, the smirk on her face goading him on to thrust harder, faster, putting all his strength and weight into every push. The rhythmic slapping of his belly on her abdomen and his deepening pants as...
Part Twelve: Losses Chapter Forty BROCK "...put your arms forward like this," I instructed the little imperial scout, "then, when you're at the precipice, you want to open them like this," I motioned my arms outward, "and you'll just glide over the top. Did you get that?" "W-w-w-what?!" I rolled my eyes. "Practice it with me, little imperial. Ball."...
BUDDAAAAAYS... I'M BAAACK!! Standard Disclaimer: You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your community, not be offended by the contents of it... yadda yadda. This story may NOT be distributed freely, for commercial or non-commercial use. This work is mostly fiction. All events including celebrities did NOT actually take place. Th...
Introduction & Disclaimer - Uncontrollable trailer park teenager Breanna and her trampy housing project friend Isabella are assigned to do volunteer work at a charity store, under the supervision of Megan, a politically correct, left-wing do-gooder girl and an early prototype of a social justice warrior. Will Breanna and Isabella behave, or will they cause t...