Suzanne woke up the next morning. Her body ached and her face still crusted with dried cum. She slowly walked into her bathroom and looked in the mirror. She was still wearing Darius's wife beater, her right breast sticking out of the arm hole. A tear ran down her cheek as her mind drifted back to yesterday. She had voluntarily driven to a park, stripped off...
This story is a continuation of my submission, "Mr. Mom" More Than Mr. Mom =============== Seven years had passed since my divorce from Kate. The miserable cunt is still in town. She has been promoted and has been our towns school system superintendent for the last three years My youngest daughter, Karla, was starting the second half of her sophomore ye...
A quick note: whilst Ms Hardknocks isn't my OC, I have gotten permission from her owner to work with her and post the results. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did writing them. This story contains footjobs and cum/condom play. *** Miss Hardknocks stretched her arms over her head, grunting as her back clicked. The bloody thing always hurt; unsurprisi...
The fist rocketed past my face. It was as if the entire world went into slow motion. I remembered every hair, pore, and bead of sweat on that entire arm as it railed past my sight. My eyes met his as he finished his straight punch, but my hands were still raised up to my cheeks. Punch him back, hit him, do something! I yelled at myself in that moment. But my...
College housing had a radical transformation thanks in part to changing attitudes and also as a result of financial viability in an effort to remain relevant. For one particular company sanctioned by the University to provide cheap and affordable student housing Prairie View Living Community charged per bedroom instead of the entire unit and in each "pod" th...
An hour or so after my three-way with George and Mac I peered out of my tent. They were with Pete and Tom, sitting in deck chairs and drinking from beer bottles outside their big frame tent. I couldn't hear what anyone was saying, but Mac and George were doing most of the talking and I was certain the topic was our little escapade earlier. No way would they...
I spent a lot of time telling the first part of this story ("I'm His Proud, Willing Slut") and I think you should read it before continuing. But since some proportion of readers won't ever do what an author asks, let me do a quick recap. I've been a horny, shameless, cock-loving slut since college, and fifteen years later, I hooked up with my best friend fro...
CHAPTER 38 - TWO GROUPS IN ONE AFTERNOON: JENNY IS GARNERING EXPERIENCE Jenny, whose actual name was Tram (which was pronounced Tsham) was living a few miles west of town, towards the mountains. She had started relatively late at our English Center, maybe in 8th grade, and had always been quiet and sober-minded. Once, in 11th grade, she had requested my hel...
This story is part of an ongoing series involving four college students making very big mistakes. Though they don't have to be read in order, know that these events happen in a chronological sequence. -- Kate Dempsey was ready to start her summer with a bang, not a logarithm. She'd just moved into a gorgeous new house with her best friend and snagged a...
Author's Note: Due to the setting of this chapter, I'd like to reiterate that all characters in this story are above the age of eighteen. Lucy leaned back on the desk as Oliver's forked tongue lapped at her slit. She ran her fingers through his hair, stroking him like a pet as he desperately tried to please her. One room over, the remaining students diligen...