As soon as she got upstairs, Jackie flopped onto the bed and buried her face in Trevor's pillow. She didn't cry or mope, she was more confused than anything else. Everything had been going so well. Her heart was beating, her fingers started to tingle, and...
The door swung open, and Jackie scurried inside. She was too afraid to make eye contact with Mr. Moore and offered him nothing more than a cursory glance as she hurried past him. He fared no better. Mr. Moore stared stupidly at her long, black ponytail un...
She held her hand over the vent, and even though she could feel the frigid air blasting her, Melinda still felt like she was burning up. It was a hot day, that was true, but the inside of her truck should have made her feel like a slab of meat inside a me...
Ciera sat in the passenger seat of her Aunt's van as the night scenery became more and more familiar. Street signs with names she'd never forgotten, old liquor stores coated in chipped paint, some still open and busy, others closed down. Her old neighborh...
Lola's First Letter Dear Mr. Jameson, I know this is kind of weird and kids don't usually write letters to their teachers anymore, but I just wanted to let you know you're appreciated. My aunt and grandma were teachers and they always complain about how u...
I had a fan. She was sixteen years old, and she was a regular customer where I worked, and she's the smartest person I know, like a real genius. I mean, I bet she could debate Einstein about whatever he thought he knew, and you could ask her anything abou...
It was the end of my fourth year as a high school teacher. I have to admit I enjoyed my job, even though I had some concerns when I started. As a young man of twenty-four years, I had qualms about teaching groups of pretty young women who were completely...
On a hot August day in 1966, the tall skinny figure of a sixteen-year-old boy emerged from a Cotswold stone house. Pushing back the lick of dark brown hair from his forehead, he shielded his eyes against the glare of the sun and looked across to the line...
Sam had been kidding, of course, when, at the beach, she had referred to Gail and Jennie as her friends. The first time she saw the two cuties was as they strolled past our blanket. But the funny thing is that ever since that wonderful, lurid day at the b...
The Final Chapter – Come Together With breaded pork chops staying warm in the oven, Sylvia placed the fresh, hot dinner rolls in the aluminum bun warmer, fitting the lid on top. Creamed corn, made fresh and not from the can, was already on the kitchen tab...
I took the opportunity of getting out of bed to slip into the bathroom and relieve myself. Mom hadn't put on any clothes so I saw no need to do so either. I looked with amazement at my groin and thighs, covered in dried cum and pussy juice. This was indee...
Part Two – Sylvia Gets Out of Her Rut “Goddammit, Neil, I’m coming in!” “Mom, I’m almost done! Hold on!” “Nonsense! You said that five minutes ago!” Sylvia had banged on the door enough. Not only was she angry at her son for hogging the shower yet again,...
Gripping the handle of a small, beige overnight case, Mom stepped into the living room as Mike and I tried to act normal. What an impossible joke, with Mike's wet, flaccid cock slung across his bare thigh, and me in front of him, sitting on my heels with...
Mom collapsed onto my chest, exhausted from her vigorous riding of my cock. I stared up at the ceiling, getting my own breathing under control. Her tits felt incredibly erotic pressed into the hair of my chest. My dick, still half-hard in her pussy, was a...
Hello. My name is George, and this is the story of how a simple discovery changed the lives of my family forever. I live with my wife Susan, and our sixteen-year-old son, Peter. Susan is ten years younger than me. We met right after she graduated from Hig...
