Fornicating Felicia

Fornicating Felicia by anon y mouse I am the 33-year old mother of two boys who are 7 and 6. We are left alone at least two weeks out of a month because my husband’s job requires that he travel across the country frequently. We hired a girl from the neighborhood to be a companion/babysitter when needed and to do light housework with me on the weekends. Felicia lived two doors down and was in and out of here all the time. The boys loved her because she was rough-housed with them. When my husband was away, I loved her, too but in a much different way. You see, I am a very sexual person. I need physical contact. With him on the road so much, what else could I do but pursue my pleasures …

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Meals on Wheels 5- Ruth’s mother

Please feel free to leave a comment, especially if you are going to leave a negative rating. I am always trying to improve my writing. Once I had finished emptying my sticky mess into her, I took my dick back out, letting all of my mess drain right back out of her. In my usual style, I caught it in my hand and spread it over her big white cheeks. I stood her up and helped her walk back to the bathroom. When we got in there, I grabbed the chair out of the tub and put it aside. We stepped into the tub and I turned on the water. I grabbed the soap and washed off my arm, and then worked on cleaning up Ruth’s rear end and between her legs. She turned around …

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Gap Year

With a low sigh, Charlie ran the back of his hand across his forehead, collecting the beads of sweat that the Brazillian heat had gifted to him before wiping his hand on his already quite sodden T-shirt, looking down at his open luggage on the rather meagre single bed with a serious lack of motivation. He should unpack, find his toiletries and find the shower, but to do so he’d have to search through his stacks of clothes and he knew, in doing that, would have to spend the time meticulously folding them all neatly away. Charlie didn’t consider himself to have OCD or anything like that, but he was a guest in this house, albeit courtesy of Air BnB, and the second he had caught sight of the owner, he had known he wouldn’t …

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My Life. Ch. 1…_(0)

This is the story of my life. This is Chapter 1, of what will end up being several chapters. This one will be slower paced, and potentially longer than future ones, as I am giving background information and setting things up for future chapters. My name is Adam, and I was very normal, I was a little taller for my age, but that’s just because I had my growth spurt earlier. However, I started masturbating late compared to most. It wasn’t that I was against it, I honestly had just never heard of it. A friend made a joke about “jacking off” and I had to ask him what that was, he told me, and of course that night in bed I tried it, and like most teenage boys, I was hooked. At this point …

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Teasing the Wrong Guy on the School Bus

Inside the Bus Krista nervously boarded her friend’s school bus outside her school. She was an 8th grader and the year was almost over, and she wanted so badly to hang with a group of friends that included Holly’s brother Jeff. He was a cute 9th grader and was very “hot” in her book. He had this thing for younger girls and was not above having them do things for his kisses and touches that would prove to him they would be loyal, without worrying about getting parents involved. Krista had fantasized all day about the note Holly had passed to her in class, from her brother about today’s initiation. She just wondered whether she would have the guts to do it . . . especially on a school bus. Holly and Krista immediately went …

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Ghost Stories

“A surfeiting of terror soon makes terror a cliché.” -Richard Matheson, “I Am Legend” *** Dora’s ghost and Jill’s ghost left the basement at midnight, dragging chains all the way up the apartment building’s thirteen floors. The chains were Dora’s idea. “If we’re going to haunt people, we should have chains,” she said. Jill thought it was silly, but she didn’t argue. Dora had always gotten her way when they were alive, and some things never changed. While they haunted the apartments, they told scary stories. “…and when the boyfriend came around to open the door, the killer’s bloody hook was dangling from the handle,” Jill said. After a moment, she added, “See, because when he drove off—” “Yeah, I get it,” Dora said. “I heard that one in the second grade. It’s not scary.” …

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Jill, a College Girl

She was angled back in the passenger seat; legs stretched, heels on the dash, purple tinted toe nails reflecting the high sun. “Don’t make marks with your sandals on the dashboard.” I cautioned her. “I’m horny,” she said, “I need to get laid.” Her statement caught me off guard, “Why you telling me?” My sister looked at me and replied “Because you are the only one I can talk to right now, it’s not like my boyfriend is here with us.” We were headed west to our college which started in a few days. I was returning for the final year and my younger sister Jill was just starting her first year of college. Our parents asked Jill if she would ride with me to school so they could take the first vacation they’d ever …

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“The Routine” – Chapter III

Chapter III There had really been something surreal about his wife sitting on her knees in front of him, her face streaked with cum and her hands massaging the sticky goo into her tits while she addressed their daughter Christine. The girl had obviously been woken by the noise they’d been making and come downstairs to check out what was happening. She’d apparently been shocked by what she saw when her mother greeted her and had run back upstairs like a bolt of lightning. Damn, Robert thought. This is going to be a problem. Having their teenage daughter around in the house would definitively have an effect on the amount of fucking he had planned to do with his wife in the future. Unless… He sat down on the side of the bed, stroking his …

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Control Geek

CONTROL GEEK by Randy MacAnus Mitchell Gandolf was a wizard at science, especially Chemistry and Micro-Biology. So, inevitably, he was a geek of the first magnitude. They called him Mr. Wizard at school and usually not in a kind way. His last name didn’t help. Even though it was spelled a bit different than the wizard from the “Lord Of The Rings”, it was pronounced the same. His fellow geeks in the Science Club thought it was really cool. Everyone else thought it was really dorky. His science club friends helped to keep him sane, but he still couldn’t wait to graduate high school. He was eighteen, but should have skipped two grades and would have—if he could have handled things better with the older, bigger jocks and bullies. He was 5 feet 7 inches …

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Building a Dream: Part Sixteen

Building a Dream: Part Sixteen Follows on from Part Fifteen where the group of new friends meet to plan the filming of a porn film at a house in Dorking in order to retrieve some paintings that are being held there by a young ladies’ evil stepfather. “Oh fuck,” I said quietly as Mike approached hand-in-hand with, who I presumed to be, Patty, his wife. She was an attractive curly-haired brunette with a very slim figure and I could see her gripping Mike’s hand tight as they walked up to us. Mike had a nervous smile on his face while she just looked blank at the pair of us. “Hi,” Mike said when they reached us. “Nice to see you both again. This is my wife, Patty.” I glanced at Jay and could see her …

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Ron and Irene Learn Together

Ron and Irene Learn together I was a quiet young man who remained a virgin until well into my college years. Not that I wasn’t interested, it was just that I was a shy lad who had been raised on a farm in a very sheltered way. I was a respectful boy, who would not hurt anyone’s feelings intentionally. I had been raised to believe that nice girls don’t, and that they would respect boys who respected them. As I began my freshman year in a church related college, this situation seemed to be reinforced. I still believed that nice girls did not even think about sex. About the time, I began my junior year; I began to realize that somehow all the other boys were having more success with the girls than I. Also, …

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My Niece & I – Part 7

This is a bit of a long one, but I hope you find it worth it. A lot happened in a short space of time. I have also been away for work on and off for the better part of six months, but those details will come later. Thanks for the comments, and suggestions. this is a true story unfolding as we go, so it has all happened by the time I write this. the next episode is also a bit long, but I hope you can bear with me. We all slept well or so I thought, but when I woke up neither of them were in the bed. I got my bearings and heard the shower going in the other bathroom. I got up and walked towards the sounds when I found Renee …

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The Chosen

WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the …

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Jyll Part 2

Chapter Two – I spent the rest of my night sitting on my couch arguing with myself over last night’s events. Try as I did I just couldn’t quite justify what had happened. I knew what I did was wrong on many levels but what really got to me….. what really caused all the problems….. was that I enjoyed it. Jyll is a beautiful young 22 year old lady and she damn well knew it. She was not above flaunting herself if it helped her get what she wanted. Many times she used that charm on me. Because I had been without sex from her mother for so long I was right for the picking so when she turned that charm onto me, my dick over rid my brain and I fucked every hole in …

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Lesbian Mind Control Incest Chapter 2: Nubile Daughter’s Cherry

Lesbian Mind Control Incest A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research Chapter Two: Nubile Daughter’s Cherry By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Note: Thanks to Ron for beta reading this! My youngest daughter, only eighteen, stared at me, her drunk thoughts struggling to comprehend what I had just told her as I sat naked on the couch in our living room. My eldest daughter, nineteen, hid her head in shame between my thighs. Her face was covered in my pussy juices while her best friend, Lily, still licked at her cunt. Janet, my youngest, blinked her brown eyes, adjusting her glasses on her cute nose. “What?” she blinked. “Take charge…” She swayed for a moment. A surge of anger shot through me. Alison, my eldest, had thrown a wild party while I was out of town. …

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My wife’s friend_(0)

This is a true story of my time with one of my wife’s friends. I have changed the names for the reasons you would think. It takes place in the year 2011. She is 66, about 5’2″ maybe shorter, about 105 soaking wet. She was a bleach blonde hair with tiny tits, which i love. I think her tits are 34 B maybe even “A’s” I loved the way she wears her jeans, they are always nice and tight.I have always wondered if she wore regular panties or thongs. She worked with my wife for years. My wife would come home and tell me the strange things she said and did. Once she came home and said “Lee told of a dream she had last night. It seems you were at their house and her …

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26Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Chapter Twenty-Six: Did Someone Mention Plural? Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I’m not making any money. WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar. Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this! Chapter Twenty-Six: Tempers flare and a shocking revelation or two… perhaps three. “Lousy son of a bitch, I’ll kill him!” Those eight words had been repeated constantly by Hermione as she stomped down the hall. After Harry had told her the devastating news that Ron had …

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Please… Break Me.

Please… Break Me by Lilith04 I woke up a little dizzy. Just by moving in bed, I felt everything that hurt, and a lot of me was hurting, inside and out. I moved my slender legs out of bed, and they felt wobbly as if they belonged to someone else. My long, dark-brown hair, disheveled, fell over my sleepy face. My feet barely touched the floor. Tall bed, short girl. I took a deep breath. In between feeling terrible about myself – what actually started this whole thing – and feeling fulfilled, I went for the second. My entrances, touching the mattress, felt so sensitive, sore… The slightest stimulation and I felt myself getting wet. Barely eighteen, I’ve been used more in the last two months than the rest of my short life altogether. I …

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Flashing the neighbour_(1)

First of all to set the scene – I was living on my own in a foreign country in Eastern Europe where I couldn’t really speak the language and only had a couple of friends locally. I was in the centre of a city, living on the ground floor in a converted garage sticking out from the rear of a row of apartments and houses. None of the flats above me could see my place, and there were only a couple of small high windows in the apartments behind me – an unusual situation, but the centres were full of a mix of old and new, and I was lucky enough to have that privacy – I lived in more public places where things happened, but those are for future stories. There was only one …

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A SUBURBAN HOUSEWIFE.

I am Michael, in my late twenties, 72 inches tall, 168 pounds, a toned, fit body and genetically lucky to possess a large, thick cock, ten-inches when erect. I live in Sydney, Australia and used to moonlight as a gigolo or male escort. That was before Ada asked me to work for her ‘exclusive agency’. “We have a wide ranging client list, males and females, and lots of constant work,” she told me as she auditioned me. “And we provide for some very kinky people, even famous people with lots of sexual fetishes.” One day when Ada phoned for a chat, she asked if I had any sexual fantasises she could help me with. I was straight to the point as I always can be with Ada. “I would love to fuck, a forty-year old, …

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