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Babysitting Sucks – Chapter One

Babysitting Sucks (Chapter One) Matthew had better plans for a Friday night than to sit in and babysit his younger sister Laura and her best friend Bella. Let’s face it, babysitting sucks. Especially considering he was nearly 18, but his mum had other ideas for him. As well as not being able to go out, he also had to tidy the house and cook tea for the three of them. He wasn’t going to cook anything fancy, just some burgers and chips or some shit like that. He’d had plans to go and see his girlfriend Lorraine today, but according to mum “looking after your little sister is more important.” Seriously, she had just turned 16, just over a year younger than him, how could him being there make all that much of a difference, …

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Exhibitionist Sister – Chapter 12 – Friday Evening

Author’s Note: Hello all! I apologize for yet another extremely long lapse between the release of the previous story and this one. I’ve been extremely busy. I genuinely appreciate the continued support and interest in my stories, though. I hope you all are doing well, and I very much hope you enjoy this next chapter. There are two characters in this chapter, Kristen and Jordan, who are relatively new. Both of them made an appearance in the last chapter, and they are also found in another story/series, “Brian & Ashley”. That series is also about Brian and Ashley (the main characters from this story), but it focuses on their interactions with other characters (namely Kristen and Jordan, at least initially) rather than Madison (Ashley’s younger sister) and Alyssa (Madison’s girlfriend). So if you want some …

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Building a Dream: Part Thirteen

Building a Dream: Part Thirteen Follows on from part twelve. Steve and Sara are at Katy’s flat and have just watched Sara’s porn film. Both girls just had sex on the floor in front of Steve and now a decision has been made by Katy to try some Watersports “Great,” Sara said standing up and holding her hand out to Katy and pulling her slowly to her feet. “Let’s do it then.” I watched as they both left the room and headed for the bathroom and was about to get up to go and watch when Sara’s head came around the doorway. “Come on, Steve. We’ll need you as well for this.” ‘Was I expected to piss on Katy as well as Sara?’ I thought to myself. I had just had two cups of coffee …

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High School Virgin

He was timid, a loner with only one friend in the world. He wasn’t mentally off or a social castoff but he never seemed to attract friends or interact with others very much. He was an excellent high school student, all his teachers were proud of his work and the depth of the education he absorbed, much more than the crowds of young lusty excitable teens that surrounded him. School for them was a gathering place, somewhere to socialize with the other gender, Monday through Thursday at school were for planning Fridays and Saturdays, not for Math and English. He could speak three languages fluently, his mind thrived on Calculus, History was a weekend reading passion. At seventeen my brother was probably the most intelligent and educated person I knew. I envied his mind because …

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Action in the Stables1

I was in my late teens when I first discovered the effect horse riding can have on women, from young to much older. My family had a small hobby farm in a remote part of the countryside. We had stables for six horses, my two and four others on agistment. I was the only male rider, the others were all women, some teens and other mature women, mothers of the younger girls or just horse owners themselves. My father was a riding instructor so he taught some of the young riders and others who used my horses for lessons. He had been instrumental in my early education about sex, and continued that through the riding group. One day he asked me if I had noticed anything different about Jill when she was riding at a …

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Times in my Life: Part Three

Times in my Life: Part Three ———————————————————————- Introduction: The third installment in the series ———————————————————————- ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED IN SEXUAL ACTS ARE OF LEGAL AGE. THIS STORY IS A FANTASY LOOSELY BASED ON TRUE EVENTS. ALL NAMES AND PLACES ARE FICTIONAL, AND ANY RELATION TO ANY PERSON, PLACE, OR THING IS COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL. THIS STORY IS COPYRIGHT 2014 BY THE AUTHOR AND UNAUTHORIZED COPYING OR OTHER FORMS OF REPRODUCTION ARE STRICTLY FORBIDDEN WITHOUT THE EXPRESS WRITTEN CONSENT OF THE AUTHOR. ———————————————————————- I cannot express the joy I have received from your comments for “Times in my Life: Part Two”. As always, it is your comments that inspire me to write the next chapter. Thank you all so very much for your support, it is very much appreciated! ———————————————————————- I awoke to the sound of my …

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Little Cindy’s Texas Adventure

Eleven-year-old Cindy opened her eyes and blinked; where was she? This wasn’t her room… Oh, yes. She smiled as it came back to her. Texas. The lovely little blonde girl sat up in her strange American bed and stretched, looking at the harsh sunlight glaring around the edges of the window shades. July; the dead of winter in her native Australia, but high summer here. And so hot! She smiled again. So much the better. She would be sweaty, and sweaty means shiny, and shiny is sexy. She giggled and got out of bed. Today would be special. Her parents were in America on a sort of mini-vacation; her father was considering a new job with a firm in Dallas, and she and her mother had come along for a holiday in this strange place. …

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Coats and Beds

I had known Lisa for two years. She was a senior and I was a junior. I was a nerdy mathlete she was the head cheerleader, so we didn’t exactly run in the same circles. But we both did drama and speech. We were friendly enough, not that I ever spent time with her out of school. That all changed at the regional speech contest in Des Moines. I had finished my performances in the morning and spent the rest of the day hanging out in the cafeteria with a few friends. Our time goofing around was interrupted by two different students running up to me. The first said, “Mrs. Nell wants to see you immediately. She said you’ll find her in the coaches prep rooms.” You could tell I was in trouble because of …

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my daughter_(5)

I have been married to my wife for 25 years. She was my high school sweetheart and is the mother of my children. We have 2 together.Mark, our oldest is 20 and has moved away to go to school on a lacrosse scholarship. Bethany is 18 and getting ready to graduate from high school. She will be attending a university in the fall on a soccer scholarship. I am very proud of my kids and what they are turning out to be. Bethany started developing around the age of 14. She was in that awkward stage of adolescence for what seemed like forever. She had mosquito bites for breast, but a firm round ass. Her hair was shoulder length and blond. She was always in great shape from playing sports and was always tan from …

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Growing Up Chapter 11

Sophomore year. I move back into a shared room with the same roomate. His regular absence on weekends is convenient. Alexa stays in the apartment with Chelsea and another girl but Shelby comes back to campus and the dorms… and the trysting room. I am Cool Joe Sophomore on campus. I get lots of hugs and attention from the sorority sisters. People look at me like I’m some kind of stud! I’m updated on what everyone did over the summer. . . . . . Shannon sees me. “well hello beautiful boy. Did you have a good summer?” “I surely did. Are you still a virgin?” “Of course sir! And I’m engaged!” She shows me a huge ring. “Wedding is in June, you’ll get a save the date notice.” “You think that’s appropriate? Inviting me?” …

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Falling In, Part 4

Part 4 of the story, continued, from, well duh, parts 1, 2, and 3! I lay there quietly for some time, Jacky next to me, her breath competing with the volume from the tv that I was just now realizing was still playing. My breath came in pants and gasps. I was tired in the same way that I was after a football game, or a particularly grueling wrestling match. But oh boy was I so much more relaxed! Eventually I got up and went into the bathroom. I took the used condom off of myself, and threw it into the toilet, blushing afterward. I went into the kitchen and removed my shirt from the sink full of dirty dishwater that had been allowed to sit through the day. It was soaking wet… I found …

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The Pleasure of Friendship

Note from the author: I am not a new writer; however, I am a new writer on this website. This is the first story I am posting and I am hoping to post more sequels to this story. If you have any suggestions on writing tips so that my future stories can be even better than this, then please send me a PRIVATE message. I love getting feedback, good or bad. It’s about 4,000 words, so I hope that’s not too long. Anyway, let’s begin with the story proper, shall we! Enjoy! The Pleasure of Friendship Megan awoke early in the morning from the shivers that attacked her body. Her apartment was cold and damp; dark and lonely. She rose out of bed to get ready for her new job. She was nervous and really …

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The Mission_(1)

The Mission Beneath the I-12 underpass, the huddled form was barely visible in the twilight as I headed home from stocking up on a few essentials before the predicted storm front arrived. Wrapped in a black garbage bag clutching a small second generation handbag, the hapless figure beneath the overpass was well suited for a homeless poster but ill equipped for the torrential rain predicted. Pulling my aging Merc as close as possible, I literally drug the lifeless form into the back seat before easing back into traffic as a strong wind gust heralded the storms arrival. My intention of dropping the ragged bundle at a nearby homeless shelter, was irretrievably altered by a lightning strike close enough to make the fine hairs on my neck stand on end followed by a peal of thunder …

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Three Days

I remember it was raining that night. I was relaxing on the sofa, beer in one hand, cock in the other, porn on the TV. The girls in the video were 69ing. This was the life, 21 and not a care in the world. I had moved out of my house on my 18th birthday, the very day—I hadn’t even finished my cake—just to get away from my bitch of a mother and her husband. My sister, Lori, had helped me move all my stuff here before I drove her back home. “Don’t forget your promise,” she told me. “When I turn 18, I’m moving out too, and I’m coming straight to your place.” “My casa is your casa or whatever.” Of course, I had forgotten all about that. I hadn’t seen her or my …

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Revenge is best served blonde Prt. 3 Secrets

Prt. 3 This night just kept getting more and more screwed up as it went on, and to top it all off, when I had my doubts and guilt about the whole situation Ali told me that Sara came home with a hickey on a night that I was not with her… “That bitch was cheating on you!?” Ali said, seemingly almost more angry than I was. “Yeah I think she is.” I said quietly. “Like for sure? She is for sure cheating on you? There is no way you gave her a hickey on that day?” Ali asked desperately. “No, on monday we hung out at Hal’s place then came here and we never got time alone to do anything. Tuesday she wanted to have a girl’s day with Caity. Wednesday I only saw …

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A virgin boy – no longer

I was 16 when I was found masturbating by my big brother – he was 6 years older than me and lived away from home. I had been doing that for a few years but had never been caught before – I had done it with a couple of other guys when I was about 13 when we would all wack off at the local swimming hole. This day there were a few of us and a couple of girls. A couple of guys went a bit stupid and flashed themselves in front of the girls. They told them to grow up so the guys left. The girls had no swimmers and somehow we all skinny dipped together. Afterwards we all ended up sitting around in the nude to dry off. Nobody was worried as …

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My Live-in Maid – Indian widow’s new life abroad.-05

My Live-in Maid – Indian widow’s new life abroad.- 5 You have read in part 4 Her eyes looked down as Anu bit her lips, waiting for my answer. I laughed and pull her in closer, letting Anu feel the bulge in my pants made by my now hard huge cock. I brushed some strings of loose hair aside and said softly, with a mischievous tone in my voice, You are mine of course, you are my motherly sister, ¨ Her heart is beating so fast, she can feel her heart is threatening to jump out her chest. I take her hands and letting her feel the shape of my cock through my pants, and you are also my woman. ¨ Anu gasped, looking up at my young and handsome face, then rest her head …

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Divine Justice: Conner’s Beginning

Conner Evans was, in three words, unlucky, unappreciated, and unliked. To say that he lived in hell was an understatement. He lived in a degree of hell that only the devil could stand. Standing at somewhere around six foot two inches tall, he wasn’t a lightweight. Conner had some muscle built up from everyday things like running form stray dogs in the neighborhood or lifting furniture to appease his god awful foster parents. He wasn’t ugly by any means, sporting brown hair with some strange mixture of black and blonde thrown in and a set of hazel colored eyes. Somehow, with a decent grade of intelligence and some dashing good looks, he was unlucky. If anyone had told Conner Evans that his life was about to change for the better in one summer he would …

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Gaming for Love

I’m back, dear readers! Been writing up a storm over the holiday break; I did manage to churn out a few chapters of the sequel to my King Arthur story, as well as this little number. I’ve cooked up this short romance for the 2018 Valentine’s Day contest over on Literotica. As you can tell by the title, it has a gaming theme, specifically Pokémon, a game that I’m really big into. I did make sure to write it in such a way that even someone with no familiarity with the game can easily follow along with the action. Even if you were to only skim through the gaming portions, I think you’ll still enjoy the story. I’d really appreciate it if y’all could give it a read, and maybe post some honest feedback. Your …

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My explorative teenage years

My Mum always said I was sexually aware from a young age. She was right, I cannot remember how young I was when those feelings became apparent but I used to love rubbing my pussy against things, enjoying the different textures. My brother’s cricket bat for example, sliding it between my legs and rubbing myself up and down on the cool, smooth wood, making myself wet so that the wood slipped against me, pushing my sensitive clit hard against the surface. A silk scarf, pulling the cool shiney material back and forth between my legs, pulling it tighter against the flesh to flex against my clit. I was always doing it whenever I could get the chance. I had a best friend at school, you know, the kind of friend you shared all your secrets …

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