About thirty years ago, my father, Albert (Big Al) Lemoine, bought a used truck and started moving food, furniture and anything else he could haul in and out of Lake Charles, Louisiana. I'm his only child, Albert (Little Al). And that's what everybody calls me. Little Al. Not Albert. Not Al. But always Little Al. I learned to live with it. As years went by...
((This is Chapter One of a five chapter story. Each chapter will feature some of the main, framing story of a bartender and a girl in a bar in modern times and also a full fantastical tale that one of them tells the other about one of their relatives. Both of their families are from the Appalachian Mountains of Tennessee and Kentucky, so the stories are told...
Hello, and welcome. This is the final chapter of the story. I want to thank everyone who read it for sticking with it through to the end. I hope you found it enjoyable. I want to thank the following people who helped me create this fantasy: LaRascasse, my editor for really helping me with this. Kalamazoo707 and Donalde for helping me stay track and simply b...
Disclaimers: This tale's fictional fuckers are over 18 and avoid condoms. Tags: bisexual, mature, multiracial, impregnation, harem, fuckfest, school, lucky guy, reality-based, Kansas. If you object, stop reading. Voices and details may be unreliable. Opinions may not be the author's. Comments are demanded. Enjoy! ***** HAREM-SCAREM *****(such a lucky lad)...
"Well, wow, I certainly like it when a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do!" Clay was happy, outraged, stunned, amazed, you name it, when I just walked into his dorm room, threw him down on his bed and fucked him. It wasn't making love, it wasn't tender, just me throwing him down, pulling off his shorts, and impaling myself on his cock. I was already...
I squinted in the bright sun to find the can of Coke on the table next to the lounge chair. It was a hot day, and I wanted to drink it quickly before it got too warm to taste refreshing. It was one of those glorious summer days where a light breeze kept it pleasant, bringing the fragrances of the nearby flowers. The can was covered with sweat, and so was I...
Ch. 2 - A Day at the Beach This is the second chapter in a longer coming of age story set in the mid '60's about an 18 year old young man spending the summer after high school graduation in a small town on the coast of New England. *** On our street there was a coffee klatch of some of the local women. The next morning, two of my mom's friends stopped by...
It was in the middle of summer, on a rainy, gloomy day that I was pretty bored. I was the only one home for the whole day, but I had nothing to do. As I watched TV around noon, I got a call from my friend Pat asking if I wanted to lift weights soon. I said OK since I had been meaning to start lifting for a while, and Pat said he'd come over my house since I...
Brandon had rented a house on the beach for the summer. He had high hopes in meeting that "Someone Special" but it was the middle of August and no one... That is, until now! The sun is beaming, the ocean water as blue as could be and there she was. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her. She had waist length curly brown hair, green eyes, a smile that...
Hi Sue! Hope you are ready for another story from me. I've missed hearing from you. I want to know if you're as juicy as this mango I have in my hand. I've been telling you about the three sexy women from the same family who I seduced during the same summer. I've already told you two stories about fucking the beautiful matriarch of the family. The first st...