This is the next chapter in this series about my early experiences with interracial sex. Once again, if this offends you, please do not read further. To get a more complete picture, please read the entire story line. It's been awhile since my last post, but I've been busy. Thanks again for the nice feedback and for those of you who especially enjoyed the sto...
Principal Evans rubbed his hands anxiously as he put in the video from the previous day's security cameras. Actually, they were not all installed for security reasons. Evans had placed some cameras in locations such as the supply room, maintenance storage facilities, and various other areas around the campus of his private school. The reason for the extra ca...
Thank you for reading my series, 'Tom & Sue John & Debbie.' If you haven't read the previous chapters 1-9, please do so before reading this chapter. Otherwise, you're going to miss a lot of the details as each chapter builds on the previous chapter. Chapter 10, gives the readers a 'hint' as to what will happen to the fictitious characters as they continue to...
Chapter 10 — Mid-November Vignettes "No, I was not defrocked," James answered in a strong voice into the microphone of the tape recorder. He had already recited a short bio and counted off his degrees and teaching experience. It was Thursday afternoon. James' identity as Reverend Chandler's target was public knowledge, thanks to Doris' shouting it out dur...
A series of stories about the pleasures of youth and the fun had during those glory years.... Story Three -- Satisfaction Most jocks would never be caught dead in the library. However, anyone who knew me knew I was about as far from being a typical jock as you could be. I lettered in three sports, and played others, but I was comfortable hanging with folk...
I was at a little arts and crafts carnival not long after I graduated and moved to Dallas. I'd planned to meet a friend, but she couldn't make it, so I just went alone to look around. I wasn't expecting to find a master; I was just killing some time. I'd been searching for a master for weeks and wasn't having much luck. It wasn't to just get laid; I'd had pl...
Disclaimer: This story features cuckolding and humiliation. All characters in this story are above the age of 18. ***** I had pined for Jenny Davis since I first laid eyes on her. All through high school, even just a smile or a glance in my direction would make me flush and sweat. She was so beautiful, with long blonde hair and an hour-glass figure. She...
Old River Walk. * Friday. Here again at this time of night with these same noisy, drunken fools. Why at 11pm every Friday night do I find myself sitting at this same stupid, crowded horrid little table with a the same damp beer mat covered bar jutting in to the back of my head? Three pints down and straining over the alcoholic hubbub to hear Steve telling...
All characters are from the imagination of the author, and all are at least 18 years old. Feedback is always welcome. Enjoy. ***** She was on the bed on her knees. Her forehead was down and her hands were at her sides. Shoulder length blonde hair splayed on the quilt. I stood behind her, looking at her middle-aged, plump ass clad in a purple thong. Her kne...
Jeremy's head jerked as the bus bounced over another bump in the road. There was no way that he was going to be able to get any sleep. He pushed aside the bag that he was using for a pillow. More laughter drifted from the back of the bus. Karl had probably told another one of his retarded jokes. "Dude, how can you be sleeping when we're wasting our last day...