Lorrie Bennigan had it all or so she thought. She was a nineteen year old student at Woodrow Wilson Technical College in Teapot, New Jersey. It was a rather small institution, the entire campus being housed in a five storied building. She had a 4.0 grade point average and was on the fast track to a promising career in computer programming. The fortunate youn...
All characters in this story are above the age of 18. * Nick gently lifted the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He made his way to the dark living room. Ever year Nick's family got together in Maine and rented a big house for one week of the summer. He liked his Mom's side of the family and it was always fun to bring everyone together....
Tonight was my night; tonight I would get to decide what would happen. I had been giving it much thought since Monique had reminded me of that last night. I had decided that my fantasy was to capture this evening's session on film so that Hillary and I could watch and fuck to it throughout the cold winter months. I was also fascinated as to what was left i...
Part 1: Meet Hillary Hagg Prom was only two weeks away and Hillary Hagg still didn’t have a date. The young woman couldn’t quite understand why as she stood before the mirror in one of the lady’s rooms of Benjamin Dover High. She was wearing the tightest jeans she could squeeze her chunky thighs into, teetered around on the highest pair of square-toed platf...
Leaving university I found it difficult to get a job with the degree I had, in need of income mainly to ease my mounting debt I took a job as an office junior working for a large local construction company. The offices themselves were just a series of portacabins and were always located at the company's current site; which at this time was the building of a...
What's for Breakfast: Bacon, Eggs or Me? Hillary loved the kids to death, but sometimes needed a break. So she packed the twins off to her sister and loaded the suitcases in the car. After work on Thursday, she picked up Jon and they headed to a rental cottage in the woods for a long weekend alone. The plan was simple: relax, recharge and have sex. Both we...
Her name was Hillary which supposedly meant "cheerful" and was the complete opposite of her personality. Standing at the roadside bus stop in the early morning, "dour" might be a way to describe her for as I passed her each morning. It became apparent that Hillary was waiting for the bus to commute over the mountains to the city. What made this unusual was...
This is a story that's about 90% true. Names were changed, and some other little things. Please forgive any mistakes you'll find. I think the last story I wrote was a book report in grade school. So this is my first story here. Be gentle please, but feedback, voting, or email is fine. I will write other stories about the past if I get enough good feedback. H...
Part 2: Benjamin Dornier's Journal Wednesday, July 15, 1992 I awoke the next morning with my body pressed against Hillary's, spoon-fashion. I love being in that situation with a woman and my body immediately responded as it always does. The fact that my erection was poking her in the butt was something Hillary took notice of right away. "Ah...are...are yo...
It was a humid night in late May, though unseasonably modest for the normally blazing hot beginning of summer. Robbie knew a little about wonderful surprises, but nothing could prepare him for the realization of a 6 year-fantasy that was about to happen in his own living room. He had so longed to go on a date with Hillary and Megan, so as a birthday present,...