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Lucky gets luck 3

The following couple of weeks blended into one. I had given up struggling and let Matt do whatever he wanted. My son would film me for and hour or so in the morning. Then lunch then a couple of hours in the afternoon. I think my son was right I did enjoy Lucky fucking me. But I just wanted my old life back where I was not being dog fucked every day. My son had now sent several more videos in and the Money was rolling in. We had enough money without this. My son had bought a new computer and more cameras with the money to improve the quality of the videos. We had just finished breakfast and my son came over to me and clipped my hands behind my back. what my son …

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Senior Moments Ch3

The Snow cancellation had given me time to enjoy the sex that Karma was providing. Marion had gone home last night sometime while I slept with Nikki. I could hear David in his shower and that meant school was going to be open today. I got up took a shower and when I returned to the bedroom Nikki was gone. I was disappointed but knew I needed to get going. David and Nikki were doing the morning thing like every other school day, but all I could think of was sex. Nikki bent over to get something from the refrigerator, and all I wanted to do was walk up behind her and fuck her right there in front of her son, my friend David. Some how the thought of him watching made it even more …

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My Japanese love

My Japanese love My family thought I was nuts for going to school and majoring in History. After all I really didn’t have good grades in history while in high school. I passed the classes but I was mostly bored. That and I thought of myself as a natural in history so why should I study. I never studied and I was pulling C+ or B- easily. So here I am a freshman in college. A chance to start over as it were. Except that I could only get into a college that was 30 minutes from my house. I probably should describe myself. My name is Alfred Rogers Jr. or as everyone but my mom calls me AJ. I am 5 foot 11 inch male. I do not have a flat washboard stomach, but …

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The Life of John Smith Chapter 16

Chapter 16 Two Mother’s Concern On Friday April 5th, I picked mother up at work at five as usual and the first thing she said to me was, “You look exhausted. You look like you need a vacation from your vacation.” “I am tired,” I said. I wanted to say more like, my dick is so tired I was not sure it could ever get hard again or that my balls were so empty I was not sure they could ever produce kum again. I wondered if anyone had ever fucked himself to the grave. As soon as I entered the kitchen, I sat at the kitchen table, placing my arms on the table and resting my head on them, I promptly fell to sleep. Mother busied herself fixing dinner. When she was finished, she …

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Jen and the Gloryhole

Jen and the Gloryhole My wife and I are the types of people willing to try new things. We are each other’s first time, and since then, we have been willing to experiment with new things. I spent the first year of marriage in Iraq, where on a whim, she would buy porn DVDs and mags and send them to me. What really threw me off was that the movies were almost always opened. When I asked her about it, she said she had to make sure there wasn’t anything too freaky, and then tell me which scene I should watch first. Fast forward twelve years, and she still has that same adventurous streak. While her years of trying new things applied mainly to toys, positions, and different types of kink, we had never tried …

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“Wet My Pet”

Eleven-thirty and Celia was feeling tired, her bed was beckoning. The gentle knock at her apartment door was an unwelcome interruption. She peeped through the little spyhole and saw Stephan looking back. A little reluctantly, she opened the door. “What d’you say to a midnight swim?” he whispered. “Pool doesn’t open till next week.” “I’ve got a key,” he grinned and brandished a large bunch. “I’ve no suit,” she was too tired for this. “Skinny dip,” he shrugged, “if you don’t wear yours, I won’t wear mine.” His mood caught her and she felt herself yielding. She sighed and he smiled his smile. He really was a persuasive man, “Wait, let me find a towel.” Celia went to the bedroom, suddenly eager to go with him. She rummaged in a drawer, looking through her underwear, …

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Shipwrecked 2

We all lay on are backs in the water, basking in the sun. My cock was still sticking out like a low branch but neither woman looked like they were in any condition to do anything about it. After a brief nap, we looked around for our clothes and found nothing. We said to hell with it and spent the rest of the day naked. The girls scouted a place to set up our shelter and I went to scout for food. I felt a little like the Professor on Gilligan’s Island, tying a knife on the end of a pole. It worked wonders though. It wasn’t long when I came across a family of pigs and I nailed a young one right away. The mom was none too happy with me though and I …

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Swing Shift, part 2

“Do you want to do it again?” I asked. She nodded. “Now that you aren’t a virgin you should learn how to give a blowjob. Every boy you have sex with will want you to suck his dick. I think you should try sucking my dick.” “You just want me to suck your dick,” she said. “Of course,” I said, “but I’m not going to force you.” “I’ve done it before,” she said, blushing. “My cousins used to make me suck their dicks, before my growth spurt. I was taller than them after that. So I told them I wasn’t going to do it anymore.” “What they did to you wasn’t fair,” I said, “It was rape. I’ll understand if you don’t want to suck my dick.” “The funny thing about it,” she said, “I …

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Transformation_(0)

The story is clearly of a shemale/transexual nature please don’t read on if your into that. Chapter 1 Jazz stood naked in the middle of her bedroom floor, the thick grey carpet feeling lush beneath her feet. Looking back over her slim shoulder, she admired herself in the mirrored wall that, like the mirrored ceiling, was a feature of the room. Jazz took in her body and her eyes scanned herself critically. Starting at her feet she examined her smooth shapely legs. She thought her calves were a little muscular and made a mental note to try and do something about it. Her eye’s moved to her pert little bottom and she pushed it up and out, arching her back as she did so. “Hmn” she murmured thoughtfully as she swivelled her hips, checking herself …

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The Creators: Book Two, Chapter 4

Sorrow’s gate was held by crumbling stone pillars, and adorned with statues whose features had been worn away by millennia of wind and rain. Only the hollows of their eyes, and the impressions of their mouths remained on their withered faces, giving them an expression of perpetual horror. “I suppose I can’t change your mind, can I?” Arbitrus asked beside me. “Nope.” I answered. “If you don’t come back, Julia will kill me.” “Yup.” Arbitrus sighed, pulled out his pipe, and sat on the steps. Behind us, the astral plane changed from a land made of candy, to a world of metal and concrete, where odd machines raced down perpendicular roads, and a female statue held a torch aloft in a crowded harbor. I turned my gaze from the impossibility, and touched the gate. It …

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A Boy and His dungeon XI

I woke up Wednesday morning, Feeling stiff, with the girls on my arms I hadn’t been able to move all night. I was stiff in another way, a combination of a full bladder and morning wood. I nudged Jill to wake her. When her eyes managed to focus, She smiled and stretched. “Deja vu all over again?” I asked softly. She grinned and jumped out of bed, headed to the bath. The motion of the bed woke Claudia. She was one of those people who need coffee before they can function in the morning. She grumbled her way out of bed and stumbled toward the bath as Jill came out. I pointed at Claudia and mouthed the word ‘coffee’ to Jill, who nodded and headed for the kitchen. Soon I was able to get to …

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Window Sex

Fbailey story number 459 Window Sex The lady across the street liked getting fucked in her window where I could see her. On more than one occasion she would wave at me. She also knew that I took pictures and video of her with all of her men. She was notorious around the neighborhood for her one-night stands. She would let them find her, feel her up, and then fuck her in the window. Every Friday and Saturday night I would get a treat. Luckily my bedroom was in the front of house and my parent’s bedroom was in the back with my sister’s bedroom. Lois, the lady across the street, had a special window in her bedroom that was sunk back in and had a small porch or balcony outside of it. It was …

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Endless Summer Part 2

The next morning Desmond woke up with a slight headache, and 15 minutes after 8. Perhaps this is why Lumi had told him not to drink too much, he guessed it was a hangover. Shrugging, he got changed into his running gear and went out for a jog, by the time he had returned he felt much better. After a cold shower, he felt no more ill effects of the previous nights drinking. As he ate breakfast, Mary came down and gave him a hug, asking him how his night was, and was glad that they got home safely. Desmond decided not to share the Steve story, it was not his place. The rest of the day passed without much event. Lumi stayed in her room most of the day, Desmond assumed she was hung …

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The Creators: Book One

Chapter One: The Life Giver BRANDON My twin sister is dead, but she’s not gone. Death is a tragedy in the remote village of Towerhead, but it’s not a rarity. Farming accidents, disease, famine, natural disasters, you name it, it kills people in Towerhead. So, six years ago, when the oxen-pulled carriage ran my ten-year-old sister into the dirt, it was a tragedy, but it wasn’t an anomaly. I had seen this play before; the townspeople rushing to the accident, the driver sitting in shocked silence, the wails and screams of the bereaved, and then the solemn procession that follows. My mother and father were devastated, my friends were consoling and understanding, but I just stood there like an asshole pointing to the bluish-white translucent figure to my left. “Uh, guys?” I remember saying, “She’s …

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A Night of Fun

Now I’ve never truly been successful with women. Then again I’ve never truly been successful with people. Certain aspects of social life never truly clicked with me. Now that’s not to say I haven’t had my fun or any friends. In fact I tend to fear for people who are prone to be my friends. But a guy gets lonely. And out of this loneliness I joined one of those find-a-date sites. My profile appeared somewhat popular, but every time I tried to chat with one of the ladies on it, I got nervous. It was seriously looking like I’d never get laid again. Then I took a gamble. I found a gorgeous woman on the site and started an IM chat with her. And it seemed to go fine. Hell, it seemed like she …

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Free at Last

I was supposed to sleep, but who could possibly sleep after the beating I had endured? I was sure they had tried to kill me. I didn’t want to sleep; this was the night I had waited for—the night I had prayed for–after more than eighteen months in captivity. It was still dark—dark as pitch– and very early. I leaned up from the floor to try to see the clock—3:27—perfect, or so I prayed. Rebecca and Mark were drunk after their celebration when they went to sleep last night—maybe passed out would be more accurate. They’d made a huge mistake. Hopefully it would prove fatal—their last in this lifetime. It was the first night in more than eighteen months that I hadn’t been locked to the bed frame or handcuffed behind my back, or in …

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The Fisherman & The Mermaid-Chap. 3 & 4

CHAPTER 3 We woke in the early morning—I had set the alarm. I let Marta use the toilet first and I was going to wait until the room was free before using the toilet myself. However, Marta had other ideas. “Don’t tell me you’re shy, not after seeing me in the tub, and not after last night. Oh no, Mister—get in here and pee now.” So I did—I peed while she watched. “Happy now?” I asked her. She shook her head “yes” as she brushed her teeth with my toothbrush. She was dressed quickly—I still had to shave, but we were done and ready to go in less than an hour. Once again we stopped at the deli for breakfast and lunch. This time I ordered a roast beef sub while Marta ordered chicken salad. …

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John’s Adventures – #1 Alicia

From a glance, John Richardson looked like just an ordinary 18 year old High School Student. He was handsome, stood an average 5′ 9″, had dark brown hair, hazel eyes which females found attractive, and a good, friendly personality which people warmed up to. He got good grades, had a small circle of friends, and went bowling on Fridays with his school’s Bowling Club. Just your completely ordinary kid about to take on the world after graduation… or so most people would assume. Something had recently happened to him, and little did he know how much it was going to affect his life… Recently, John had gone in for a checkup with his doctor. Everything was fine, but his doctor told him that he was overdue for a vaccine. John didn’t remember which one it …

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JUST AN OLD-FASHIONED GIRL–Part 2 of 6

>>>>>> We were awake at eight, into the shower again, and into my Toyota Highlander SUV before nine. I was pleased to see that Rosalie was dressed sensibly in a sweatshirt and shorts along with ankle socks and sneakers. I was dressed similarly except that I had boat shoes even though they looked like sneakers. We stopped at a deli just a block from the harbor where we ordered breakfast and sandwiches with some potato salad and a pickle for our lunch. Once they were done we retreated to the SUV where we opened the coffee. Rosalie laughed when I showed her the notice—WARNING! HOT! “Just think where the world would be without lawyers.” Rosalie choked and gasped. “Do me a favor, will you? Don’t make me laugh when my mouth is full of HOT …

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Perchance To Dream

Today was shaping up to be like most any other Thursday; pretty boring. My daughter Alice turned 21 today and, despite promising me that she and I would go get her first legal cocktail together, she was going out after work with her new friends from the law firm where she just started interning a month ago. Since it was about 4:30 in the afternoon, I figured my wife Suzie had cracked open that new box of chardonnay by now. Yeah, I know. Wine in a box. At least it’s cheap that way, like a volume discount. And the way she drinks it, that’s a good thing. I didn’t want to go home and hear her bitch and moan about the good old days and how our baby girl is all grown up and whatever …

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