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CLARE'S CUMING OF AGE
Bob was an average guy in an average job, living in an average
house. That is until Clare, his neighbor's beautiful 9
(nearly 10) year old daughter came into his life.
The trouble started though when Clare's mum asked Bob to babysit
Clare and her sister for a weekend. Bob soon got to know Clare
in more ways than one and before long they were much more than good friends. Bob realized he was in love.
Unbeknownst to Bob, greater forces were at work than he was aware of
and in the space of just one week, his life went out of his control with first Clare's mother, then her friend and even the friend's daughter demanding Bob's attention. They made him an offer he couldn't refuse.
Meantime Bob started to develop his interest in photography with some
very interesting subjects.
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The Girl Scouts have a new product to
cookie flavored lip balm.There are six
flavors and when the girl’s troop leader realizes she can send the scouts out
it teams of three and still let prospective buyers try all six flavors she
comes up with a sure fire plan to sell all the lip balm that they can get a
In which an out-of-work middle-aged man exploits his power over the soccer-mom next door, inducing her – and her husband – to new depths of depravity and humiliation.
Taking her by the elbow, I led her into the living room and dropped down on the big overstuffed couch. I pulled Sherry down next to me and ordered her to unzip my pants and pull out my cock. It was, of course, fully rampant.
“Start sucking it, nice and slow. And whatever happens, don’t speak or do anything unless I tell you to, understand?” I thought I saw a tear welling in her eye as she nodded silently and assumed a crouching position on her knees next to me on the sofa. I pressed her head into my groin and was treated to the incredible sensation of my cock slipping into her warm, slippery mouth. I guided her head up and down slowly; setting the pace I wanted her to take.
Despite her apprehension, she settled into a deliberate rhythm, bathing my shaft in her slick saliva and massaging the pulsing veins with her tongue on every long, slow stroke. It was an incredible, luxurious suck and I was just contemplating how much her skills had improved in scarcely more than a week, when the door to the garage burst open and her husband walked in.
Story of an ordinary guy whose life is radically changed by a lightning strike to his head. It has given him the ability to alter the minds of others. Average guy has found that his ability has allowed him to indulge in his favorite pastime, corrupting people. This story will be multiple chapters and contains all kinds of sexual couplings and kinks. Please enjoy!
The Other World on the Otherside is a Cosmic Horror Story of Humanity's struggle to survive in a harsh reality. Inspired by the many great works of authors before me, this is a story of Humans who evolved away from Earth and by chance rediscover it. It explores the blurry line of science and magic, and the challenges of surviving in a universe at war without descending into base genocide.
Rated Mature for non-consensual sex, war, minors, cosmic horror story, BDSM, and other tropes too numerous to list.
Only a couple of new stories in July.I added a new contribution from Smurphette to My Daughter's Stories with her description of how she became a fuckable 14 at Her Daddy's House. More background to come about the daughters when these young authors stop fucking long enough to write. No hurry, girls! I also added new Speculations about a young girl awakening to a hard cock an inch from her mouth, and exactly why she didn't hesitate to wrap her lips around it. Your ideas are welcome. Endless possibilities...
In which an out-of-work middle-aged man discovers an inner
strength at the expense of the soccer-mom next door.
The look on her face was priceless.
Confusion, shame and lust all played across her features as she gazed at my throbbing organ. I had never experienced such feelings either. The control, perversity and corruption I had wrought over this woman in such a short time were exquisite, and I wanted to savor the moment.
I was overcome with a rush of desires and conflicted about what to do next. I wanted to toy with her some more. I wanted to bend her to my will, to strip away her veneer and make her beg to perform more and more perverse acts. But my lust got the better of my discipline, and as I stared down at Sherry kneeling submissively in front of me, breasts heaving, moist lips slightly parted, there was only one thing I could do.
Kaitlyn is a good girl. But then why does she keep doing such bad-girl
things? It's not her fault - it's a neurological disorder. When she smells
vanilla, she is irresistibly compelled to have sex.
I'm sitting on the edge of the sink counter in the mall girls'
bathroom, hands clenched and toes curled. My best friend Stacy's
head is between my legs: her tongue is making light quick strokes
across my clit, and her thumb is teasing the entrance to my hole.
I'm so close; just a few seconds more and my need
will be satisfied, and my most urgent problem solved. The man
outside bangs on the door again, loudly, authoritatively. Stacy and
I ignore it. Finally relief comes crashing down on me. My thighs
squeeze Stacy's head as I convulse, so she probably can't hear the
man yell, "I'm coming in."
My orgasm is fading to nothing as the mall cop walks in, chest
puffed out, giving us the dirtiest look he can muster. "Come with
me to the security office," he commands. We know better than to
argue right now. His insistence doesn't deter Stacy from washing
her face while I pull up my underwear and shorts. He perp-walks us
past the small gathered crowd, which includes the family of the
tween girl who walked in on us in the first place.
Before the security chief can yell at us, I take off my medic
alert bracelet and thrust it at him. He reads it out loud:
"'Neurological disorder: severe hypersexuality triggered by smell
of vanilla.' You're kidding, right?"
He calls my mom, who shows up and explains that it's a real
medical issue. She drops a few veiled threats about the Americans
with Disabilities Act when he starts to argue, and the whole thing
ends with a warning to be more careful next time.
Stacy's a good friend. She's not gay; she just knows that if she
hadn't taken care of me, I would have grabbed some random guy - or
two, or three - and fucked them instead. I can't control it.
We hadn't counted on the food court being full of the smell of
vanilla due to the cinnamon roll store's new flavor. It switched me
over into mega-cat-in-heat mode in seconds flat. I guess the mall
is one more place that I can't go.