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“Come here baby, I need to fuck you,” we hear coming from the bottom of the bed. We both look, wondering which of us he is referring to. He grabs my legs and pulls me to the end of the bed then takes me by the waist and pulls me onto him, doggie style. He slides in easily from my recent orgasm and pulls me back hard, reaching deep. We both gasp at the new sensation.

“That was so fucking hot. I’m going to fill you with cum so she can lick it out,” he says and then he looks up at her, “Would you like that baby?” Our eyes meet and we both nod. I can see fire behind her eyes and it excites me. Continue reading »

Can a woman be a flirt and still be a loving wife? I say, yes, because I’m married to one!

Barb and I have been married for many years. We were high school sweethearts and married young. My Barb is tall, slender, attractive, and very vivacious. She meets people easily and has seldom known a stranger. Part of what drew me to her was her flirtatious manner.

Soon after we met, we were going steady, but that didn’t stop her from being friendly with other fellows. I know now that she flirted with my friends just to keep me guessing while she teased and tempted them without really meaning to carry things any farther. Continue reading »

“My editor did not have time to edit this story. Sorry for the mistakes. Since I haven’t given you a story in several months, I figured none of you should have to wait any longer for a new story. I promise the next ones will be edited. Thank you”

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Chapter 1:

The following day, Toby arrives at his school an hour before it’s officially open. The morning janitor let Toby in through the back way. As Toby heads towards the library to meet Ms. Duncan, he overhears loud commotion coming from the gymnasium. The open was open and Toby decides to peek inside. His eyes wide large as the school’s Spirit Squad was rehearsing a cheer. The school’s Spirit Squad was not a normal group of girls. Their looks may all not be glamorous, but each member possesses large breasts, which concerned some parents about every member of the Spirit Squad being big breasted or having huge asses. Continue reading »

*Sound and the Fury: NOT by William Faulkner*

It was still raining. The sounds from the next room had stopped a few minutes ago. I was lying on the bed, covered with a single thin sheet. My erection was starting to fade now. The room was dark, except for a bright spot on the wall above my head, cast by the lamp on the terrace below. It must be after midnight, I guessed. I had removed my watch, along with my clothing, when I came in.

Four full days of continuous rain. What bad luck. I was scheduled to leave in two days and the forecast showed no sign of change. The weather was unusual for this time of year, or so the staff at the reception desk had indicated. The mood at the resort was somber, lots of disappointed tourists with too little to do. Continue reading »

I knew the instant I heard the wonderful sound of his trumpet that he was the man for me. A musical man, an intelligent man, a boy becoming a man. We had met during band camp, he was going to a different high school than I was, but we were both intrigued by each other the second we saw one another. Then, by chance, during the final performance of the week where every single school played as one band, we sat next to each other. We exchanged numbers and kept contact for over six months, casually dating (he lived in the next town over) until it was time for college. We kind of saw each other as our significant other, but in friend-form. We both decided we were going to go to college together, and share an apartment. Casual dating had allowed both of us to be comfortable enough with each other to split our living space, not to mention the rent. Continue reading »