Welcome to Chapter 3 of Charlottesville High School. For those just joining us, in Chapter 1 Natalie Bettis, blonde, buxom, and in her first year teaching math at Charlottesville High, was seduced by two of her students. In Chapter 2 the brunette Sandy Wright, a third year sociology teacher going through a divorce, found comfort in the arms of two of her stu...
Over a year ago I was wandering around my girlfriend's home, trying out my new phone and its recording capabilities. By the time I got to the bathroom, I was vaguely aware of my girlfriend walking around in there, but it wasn't enough to make me stop. The door was open, so I figured nothing extremely private was going on. Then I walked in on my girlfriend...
"Watch your step," Daphne said for the tenth time, as we made our way across her lawn towards the street. "You know, since you're not wearing shoes. Or socks. You really should wear shoes and socks when you're walking outside." With my hands tied behind me, I was walking very, very slowly as to not fall over. An important consideration given that I was less...
As a freshman in college money is always tight; student loans and scholarships go only so far. So it isn't unusual to find students looking for part time work to make ends meet and put gas in the tank. Rather than flip burgers, I chose to try and find a use for my considerable talents at fixing things. My first customers were faculty and wives of faculty, hi...
How a knockout eighteen year old becomes obsessed with older men of wealth and power, but especially a lust for men with enormous cocks. Obsession with my red-neck stepdaddies gargantuan cock. After listening to the two black teens talk about how they fucked my stepdaddy and that his massive cock was all they thought about, I was going insane with lust a...
Hello Readers! Well we have Chapter 6 of Love With a Twist. Things are going to get interesting from here on out, not that they haven't already. I will be introducing some new characters from here as well as a couple of new story arcs. I hope you like them. Special Thanks to Cristal "Itchy" Bell for her amazing editing skills and honesty. Please People...
I don't know what you call it where you live but in my country someone who steals women's underwear off a clothes line is call a snow-dropper. I have no idea why it is called snow-dropping but a little research shows it to be an old British slang word for a linen thief that originated around 1810. My story began when I was a teen boy in the early 1980's whe...
Introduction It was a Tuesday afternoon during winter break. Some friends and I were sitting around chatting and playing Nintendo. That's when Richard came up with the idea of playing truth or dare. I was both excited and scared by the proposition of such a game. Let me set the scene for you. We were hanging out at my parents' house, down in the basement....
I woke up early and did not get much sleep. I kept running through my mind my plans to get Sara more into showing herself off. She really seemed to enjoy the fantasy yesterday but I was not sure how to get today's plan into action. Sara was still sound asleep as I gently rolled out of bed. I went to the kitchen for some coffee and then to the deck to enjoy...
Author's note and acknowledgements This story has sat on my hard drive for four years now. I wrote it, all twenty chapters and 95,000 words of it in eight days of a frenzied, near trance-like state, sitting on my couch with my wife's laptop. She would occasionally have to remind me to eat. When the dust settled, and I looked up, I realized a couple of...