Chapter 04: Monday Daydreams The long Monday school day was finally coming to a close. Last class inched along ever so slowly as eighteen-year-old Bethany impatiently checked the clock. Sitting near a window, she began to daydream, completely bored by Mr. Fitch's monotone math lecture. Reflecting on her previous day's activities with the school janitor, sh...
Umm... I don't know as I should lay claim to this, but pop_54's Uni-boob entry. "Yo Mikey." "Al... how goes it." "Cool." "Nice one man... wos on." "Waiting for Bean." "Safe... aint seen Bean for weeks." "Babe trouble man... Delia's got him thumbed down." "Unsafe." "Uncool." "Bean should dump it Al... babe can't rule a guy... unsafe." "Yea, you hit...
I woke up on Wednesday morning to the smell of coffee, alone. After a yawn and a healthy morning stretch I got up. My hand went right to my lower abdomen, a blissful warming feeling still inside. I stepped out to the living room to find the apartment empty. "Where did he go?" I asked myself. A to-go box and coffee sat on the table with a note. 'Eat Up'. So...
Virgil pulled over to the curb in the small suburban village. With Foley's fresh copious load still glazed on her eighteen-year-old face, Bethany was told to exit the car and parade herself down the sidewalk, displaying the result of her services to passersby. She begrudgingly complied. After about fifteen minutes of this public "humiliation," Virgil stopp...
To watch, sober, while other people dance-- fuck a bunch of that. Kittie played her private camera game, panning the dancers like a Steadicam, which let her do a slow strut, at least, to the music. Something had to happen, or it would be Boredomcam, an Andy Warhol film of nothing very much going on. Her camera eyes moved cinematically across the room. La...
As the days passed, Bethany wanted to approach Foley in the hallways on the rare occasions when they'd pass by each other but thought better about it. She desperately wanted to see him again but was confused on how to broach the matter. Worse still, in the following dark lonely nights, she couldn't get the picture Foley's mammoth cock out of her head. She t...
I hadn't really predicted this turn events of all. As a cheerleader I wasn't particularly used to performing lapdances. I protested nervously. "I...I...you didn't say anything about a lapdance, Sir." "There's always a fuckin' lapdance. The lapdance raffle is what make us the money. Now pick a ticket." It seemed that I was going to have to endure a measur...
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One day Eric the Weenie was coming back from a NASTY (National Association of Saddened and Tampered Youths) meeting when he saw a whorehouse. Eric wasn't the prettiest apple in the tree, so he doesn't get laid a lot. He's so Ugly, the only girls whoever look at Eric are bulimics because he makes vomiting more easy. Since he was right at a whorehouse and feel...
Chapter 7: "Repercussions" "SMACK!" "RRGH!!" "SMACK!" "MRRGLFM!" "SMACK!" "CRFFT!" "Heh, whatsa matter whiteboy?" Donk chuckled as he stood behind Todd and alternated slapping the left and right side of the bound quarterback's face with his flaccid 20-inch dick, "doncha like big black dick as much as yo girl over there?! I thought ALL white bitches lo...