Authors' Note: This is the final chapter in my series about "the Group"; I hope you have enjoyed my 1st effort at a series. Please read the 1st chapter,before continuing, since it gives background into the characters of this story. Also, please give me some feedback; I value and appreciate comments....not just votes. I seek both good and bad comments. Thanks...
My name is Kassandra Joan Noorse. I am a tall, good-looking and chubby, large-breasted and big-bottomed young black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Many people consider me to be a total bitch. And you know what? They're absolutely right. I am a bitch. A totally ghetto bitch. If you don't like it, sue me. Or better yet, kiss my fat black gh...
It was during the first week of last spring, I was looking for an old boat and I decided to place an ad in CL (something like "looking for old, unused, backyard boat"). I got a couple of replies and went to look for it at different places. The first one I checked was not what I was looking for (pretty bad shape and not worded). For the second one, I supposed...
Strong credit histories and a well-presented pitch were enough for Samantha and Lindsey to get a loan to open their club. Lindsey had recently received her MBA and was excited to bring her business smarts and her pooping love together. Samantha knew she was the right person to work with, as she wasn't going to let anything unacceptable slip by. Finding a ve...
Skyler squirmed at her desk. "Thank goodness I sit in the back row" the petite brunette with the hourglass figure thought as she rubbed her plump belly through the soft fabric of her blouse. It had started during her senior health class; one class after lunch. She had seemingly just sat back and begun to daydream when she felt her tummy rumble a bit. Nat...
The social event had been exciting for everyone. The women students had enjoyed every bit of attention they received from the second year boys. Alcohol had been served, under the watchful eyes of the instructors, and in some cases it had helped to loosen tongues. With their chaperones being ever present, there had been little opportunity to discuss sex. Both...
My name is Theodore James Madder. My friends and family members call me TJ. It's my favorite nickname. The hero of this tawdry little tale. I'm a seven-foot-tall young black man living in the combative and competition-obsessed city of Brockton, Massachusetts. These days, I'm doing many exciting things. I'm a freelance writer for the infamous newspaper called...
Time spent recently with my housemate Imogen has provided some deliciously sensuous experiences. Once again, I have taken every opportunity to sample her undies, both dirty and clean. My preference is always for her freshly worn pairs so I can smell her indirectly from the gusset of her underpants, although it is still a pleasure masturbating with her clea...
This story involves discipline that includes bodily functions so anyone offended by that should read no further. All characters are 25 or older. ***** Malinda had taken some time to begin to understand what was behind her stepmother's attitudes toward behavior and punishment in their household. Malinda had been wary of Karen when she married Malinda's fath...
In the morning Dale required a quick blow job before he let me go. At about 5:50, I bolted out of the cab of his truck like a bat out of hell, laptop under my arm, and raced to my parents' car to drive home. When spring semester started and we were back at TU, I resumed my hellish existence as Tyler's (and Shelly's) complete and total slave - or, "good frie...