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With Clark's help Fred learned the wonderful ways of man-to-man sex. They would meet whenever they could, and Fred always asked about Bart, his father and if he was a good cock sucker.
"Fred, he is good in what he does. He is a complete top and a good lover." Clark said. "Someday you will find out. But right now, you need more experience. Now give me a blow job."...

Author's Note: There is no sex with anyone under the age of 18 in this story. A pedophile is introduced and fortunately he is discovered before he can do any harm. The pedophile meets a well-deserved end. EOUL jsps
I watched my two girls, 13 and 14, run to hug their mother and their stepfather before getting into his car. Their mother, my ex-wife, was marching over to me with a mission. I had anticipated this moment all weekend, but I wasn't looking forward to it. She was served on Saturday with my amend...

This story picks up right after the first chapter. All the characters older than 18. This story is a little more front loaded with the sex, with character stuff in the back end (no pun intended). I intend to add at least 1 more chapter
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I woke up slowly and slightly disoriented. I had not had too much to drink the night before, I was nowhere near wasted, so I wasn't hung over, but I was a tad disoriented. My mind for some reason took note of the diff...

Carly whimpered as Hal gently entered her, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her decommissioned legs positioned by her partner behind him as his folded legs supported her bottom. As they worked up a rhythm, their eyes rivetted to each other, rivulets of sweat began to stream between her breasts....

Thank you for reading.
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Chapter 2
"I just thought I would drop by to see how it was going, sorting things out here," Chris said as we met in the hallway.
I don't know if I looked like I had just seen a ghost or not, but I felt very flushed, not only from fucking Sally, my sister, but now with Chris showing up and almost catching us....

I wasn't doing so well in culinary school. I had the gift and skills, but my attendance was bad due to my day job. I was single at the time so thank goodness I didn't have dating to fit time in for. There was a cute girl in the class but she seemed like she was as busy as I was, so I just stayed to myself....

Time passes for our crew, and there's talk. Then Remmi gets a little crazy, and Asher falls off the rails.
Enjoy!
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Chapter 23
ASHER
A week had passed since that exhausting night. Remmi and I had quickly grown into our armor. We'd worn it everywhere, trying to get used to it. By the end of that week, it had molded to our bodies and was now like a second skin to us....

Let me tell you about that morning--because if I don't, none of what comes later will feel real. That was the last morning I believed we were whole.
The kitchen was glowing with soft gold, the kind of filtered morning light that makes everything look like it's been forgiven. The blinds cut the sun into neat ribbons on the floor. I watched them bend over the shape of the table, over her bare thigh where she'd tucked her leg under her, and for a moment I thought: this is peace....

Back then, when I was twenty nine years old, I went on a summer vacation with some friends of mine. We had a blast, and I had more than just one hookup during those ten days next to the ocean. But while fucking those woman my mind tended to wander elsewhere: I was mostly thinking about my own mother while I filled them with my cum....

A few days had passed since Rebecca had felt forced to respond to the series of messages on her phone. Whoever was doing this had a hold over her. It was clear they had images, and in all likelihood, a film of her masturbating in her garden and they were clearly intent on distributing it if she did not do as they asked....

(Previously on To Hear You Moan.. A one night stand becomes a second and now a third. Our exploration of control and submission continues, discovering that a little pain enhances the pleasure. Will you endure the soft edging and lose yourself in the pleasure I can provide you? Or will I deny you the release you desperately crave?)...

I was searching online for cock to suck, Black cock, of course, I'd been Black exclusive for about 5 years, sucking only Black cock. I had a couple of Black men I serviced regularly, each at least once a week usually more though. But I needed more. Not to mention, my biggest turn on is sucking a new cock, there's just something about sucking a cock for the first time that makes my mouth water. I clicked on Carlton, Black, late 20s, 8 inches, needed his cock sucked and was hoping to find a deepthroater his p...

Fitz
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Author's notes: All applicable copyright laws for this site as well as those that apply for me are in effect.
This is a story of loss that is set in the late 1990s.
It was an unusually warm night in late September. My skin had started to turn that ghostly pale white, which shines forth from most white people in Seattle. I used to say Caucasian, but since Perestroika and the fall of the Soviet state I've met Russians who exclaim that I don't look like ...

(Part II to "Straight Boy at a Wedding")
So... if you're here, you're probably wondering what went down after the wedding. I'm truly sorry to disappoint, but... it's not much.
I guess my porn viewing did become a little more risqué after that night. BDSM -- that sort of stuff. And I may or may not have purchased one of those cheap, silicone "prostate massager" things on Amazon....

Story contents:
This episode is focused highly on edging, and teasing.
I awoke to an empty bed, a food-like scent carrying itself all the way from the kitchen to my sleepy nose. I sniffed the air, slowly leaning up in bed and checking the time.
8:03.
In the morning.
My eyes went full moon wide, I threw the covers aside. Well shit, I was two hours late on the second day. Why the hell didn't I set an alarm?...

Tom woke up again to an empty bed. It had been five days since he married his childhood sweetheart. He should have been on their honeymoon, but instead, Imogen had been called to an important modelling assignment. As much as it upset Tom that he hadn't seen his wife since their wedding day, he knew the dedication Imogen had to modelling, and he never wanted to get in the way of her being a successful model, just like her mother was....

Catharsis
A moment to share notes from the mind of a beautiful woman
Author's Note:
Just to be clear, dear Reader, this is real... not a work of fiction.
It has been a year since my wife of 35+ years passed away. I was told the first year would be hard, and they were right. One of the hardest things, though, is going through her "stuff" and figuring out what to keep, what to donate and what to trash. She was an artist of many talents and acquired quite a bit of "stuff" to go through. She was als...

Note: Everyone's over 18. They should know better. I should know better. Fiction, obviously. Shakespeare would approve though.
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Right. So. The Cambridge Shakespeare Festival. Not exactly where I thought I'd be letting a fresh-faced Trinity College hopeful finger me during Act Three of 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' at St John's College on a balmy July evening. But after our encounters on the train, that grope-fest at the pub where I'd wanked him off under the table while he tried not to spill his lemo...

It was a warm and sunny day back home, though that never stopped Salem from wearing all black. In a Bathory hoodie and black jeans with her messenger bag slung on her shoulder, she hummed a simple tune as she headed down the shaded walkway. Passing by various store fronts, she walked by a bearded guy hanging around outside the entrance of a comic store. Evidently some employee on break, he was leaning against the brick wall with his phone in one hand and an energy drink can in the other....

Introduction:
They weren't best friends.
Just classmates. Neighbors.
A floor apart. A few late night messages away from crossing every line.
It started with a dare.
A horny little app.
A "truth or DM" challenge no one took seriously until she sent the first video with his name on her lips....

Chapter 10: The Move-In
The boxes came in slow, like we were both afraid that unpacking too fast would make it real. She had moved in first--mostly because the lease on her place ended, and I offered. But deep down, we both knew it was a test run. A quiet what-if.
She brought the kids. That was the real shift. It wasn't just us anymore, colliding in shadows. There were lunchboxes, missing socks, and backpacks strewn across the hallway again. The kitchen smelled like her coffee, cinnamon candles, and t...

How does one bid farewell to a life? No, not death precisely, for to a wizard years are but soft abstractions. The life I had lived for the years since I had returned from exile, a life mostly of comfort, would no longer be mine. When I returned to it, if ever I did, the world around me would be changed. The children I had now would be grown, even perhaps gone. I could not bid farewell to it without a final journey, and a few reunions....

What is she doing?
What is she doing though?
Late evening, dusk, half light, stood in the garden chatting with him over the low wall that separates our gardens? Ours and his. What are they doing?
She went to collect the washing drying on the line.
"I've just got to get the washing in. Back in a minute."...

In a matter of weeks, Charlotte had become a regular on the dance schedule. After two months of filling in for girls when they were absent or sick, she got her own slot and was no longer working as a cleaner.
Every night she would do her number and gradually she began to accumulate a few more outfits. She would put her hair in pigtails or braids, and wear a Catholic school girls uniform, communion dress or some other flowery or innocent looking outfit....

Chapter 15

Holding my Nerf gun above my head, I walked back to the table. Now that I wasn't worried about being shot, I took a moment to enjoy the cool night air, and the way that the maze had been set up for the game. Cary's voice carried to me from ahead, although I couldn't see her.
"I don't know if I'm technically in play to be captured anymore," she said. "I'm supposed to be headed back to get my points counted."...

Part 8 - Last Day
In the morning, we were a sombre group. It was our last day and we had to get the houseboat back to the dock by 4:00. While the ladies gathered up the beach chairs and table, Joey and I untied the ropes and stowed them onboard. Alice had taken the helm, still naked except for her sunglasses. Her full body tan looked glorious after our week in the sun and we were all dreading having to don clothes again before we got back to the dock....

15 Days with the Smith Family - Part 4C


Mia and Helen Smith stay to enjoy their holiday


from Mia's perspective.

Day 6 continued
Greg looked at them meaningfully and slowly enunciated, "I think Helen and Mia deserve a nice vacation the most."
"Yes, I agree. I'll go home with Dad. Let's say this is a punishment for my failure in college, haha." Daniel agreed merrily....

Poker Bets Give Winners Control, #2
Husband loses a poker bet on President's Day, and must do whatever his wife wants him to do.
Rewritten and continued from Poker Bets Give Winners Control, #1:
"Oh, my God, Gary. I dropped my towel. I'm naked. I can't believe that I'm naked in front of you," she said....

NOTE: All characters in all chapters of this story are eighteen years old or older.
Chapter 4: A Story From The Bible
I was blindfolded again and dressed in a short terrycloth robe just before I was led to the car - not Carole's Corvette, as I was told, but an SUV. From the sounds of voices during our conversation, Ruthy was driving. Jill was in the front passenger seat. On the back bench, I was flanked by Callie to my left, Stacey to my right. During the entire ride, which again followed a circuitous...

Crickets chirping, frogs croaking. The sounds of a warm Southern spring night filled the humid air. James McGovern sat in his truck, a Marlboro stuck between his lips. Pain and anger was all he knew anymore, and it was undeniable and crushing. Hanging from his rearview mirror was a silver chain and a matched set of engagement and wedding rings. Patricia's....