This is an entry in the 2018 Summer Lovin' Story Contest. .................... Kirsten had been home a week after finishing her sophomore year at college in northern Arizona. She would have preferred to spend the summer in the cooler mountain air instead of the sun-drenched desert of southern Arizona where temperatures routinely broke one hundred. Still, s...
Curly-haired, grey-eyed Kirsten stood naked in front of the mirror. She was definitely pregnant, but still skinny and tight. In her fifth month she had a hard round belly, but she looked good. Her breasts were bigger, and she liked having bigger breasts. Later she might get to be just plain big, but she didn't want to think about that yet. She'd read lots of...
The KBG is a bisexual organisation where the petticoat and the bridal gown, the ultimate feminine garments, are featured and available to transvestites and helping genetic girls alike. I have been a stud at the KBG for many years performing in numerous sexual encounters, both private and public. There are times when I become a 'victim' of KBG practices and...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual behavior are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. *.*.* "So I'm sucking his itty bitty dick, fucking thing's so tiny almost crime call it a dick and get this, get this, says to me, 'I thought you b...
Chapter 32 A Step at a Time Sunday, January 14, 1962 4:45pm "Hi, Mom ... Dad, we're home," Jesse announced as he ushered Kirsten in through the front door. They were in the process of removing their footwear when Margaret Peterson arrived, followed by Michael. "Hello," Margaret said with a big smile. "You must be Kirsten." "Yes," Kirsten replied, eyein...
Morgan Stiles is a forty-something redneck who was born and bred in West Texas, and lately, he and his wife Kirsten Simpson-Stiles have been having problems. Kirsten is originally from Boston, Massachusetts, and finds it hard to adapt to the life of a Texan housewife. Morgan works at the Bank of Lubbock, which is basically a puffed-up credit union trying to...
My name is Lars Bach. I'm forty-six years old and for the past month I been fuckin the gal of my dreams. I waited twenty years for that pussy but it was worth the wait. She's been spreadin those lovely legs for me almost every night. She can't get enough and neither can I! And there's over two months left on this cruise. I been working on cruise ships in t...
Alex was comfortable sitting on the sofa with his friends playing video games for the night. His day would end nicely. Starting with showing Kirsten his new apartment her staying over for a while and them just talking and joking around satisfied him enough. He would never admit to her but he had a little crush on the little girl with no filter nor impulse co...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** "My car's making a funny sound," Myra announced as she came into the small bungalow. "Funny ha-ha or funny strange?" Donny asked, looking up from the evening news. "Come on, come on, get to the Sports, huh?" "What?" Myra asked, pushing her long r...
Derrick woke up at 10.58 a.m., minutes before his alarm was set to ring. Summer had just begun, and he was thankful for moments like these where he got to sleep in instead of waking up at the crack of dawn to head to class. Summer school was set to start soon, but he had at least another week to savor these moments of laziness. He headed down to his apartmen...