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CHAPTER 2: Robin

This happened quite a few years back. I love women and would never give them up, but I can be fooled. I was trolling some porn sites recently, and saw the person in the pictures above. The site showed videos of all types together, so you would see straight, bi, shemale, etc. all on the same page. One of the video stills showed the person above - a performer called Jacqueline Dark (you can look her up if you wish). I see her and am instantly taken back years to another person I knew named Robin. Robin looks very much like JD, minus the long hair and tits. Robin's lips were a little fuller, but put a bob cut on JD and pucker her lips and you have Robin. Now on with my memory.

I was out at the local Walmart (I feel like I live there...), and, as I was leaving, I overheard a girl standing just outside the exit doors on her phone. She looked to be about 19 or 20, thin and rather lanky, no real tits to make out, dark hair in a bob cut, wearing tight pink nylon shorts (which contained a nice, tight ass), sneakers with teal accents, and a black t-shirt. I couldn't really see her face, but she was acting visibly upset.

She hung up with whoever she was speaking with, and put her flip-phone in a pocket of her shorts. Now I saw her face. Pretty, but almost boyish-looking, if that makes sense. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. I walked towards her and asked if everything was ok.

"Yeah, fine" she said, wiping her cheeks with her hands. It was now that I began to wonder if this really was a girl, or a boy. Did you ever come across that before?

"No, really - is there something I can help you with?" I asked.

"My dad is super-pissed with me, and I just finished work here and he told me to find my own way home!"

This was way before Uber and Lyft, so I asked if she had a friend, or could call a cab.

"No. They're working, and I don't have any cash on me." she said.

"Where do you live" I asked.

The place she mentioned was near me, so I offered a ride. She was really apprehensive, but we did a little bqck and forth about me not being a serial killer, or anything, and she agreed. Introductions were made, and her name was Robin.

We chatted during the ride, eventually talking about her dad. He was pissed because Robin told me that she was really a he, and her dad has been hearing rumors about Robin, such as the way she's acting to other boys, etc.

I almost ran off the road as she told me this. How he never suspected anything just by how she/he looks was beyond me.

But Robin was opening up and becoming more relaxed as he spoke about it. He went into some of the "behavior" her dad was pissed with, and it was more about the girls he hung out with instead of other boys and jocks. Robin was not into sports, but preferred fashion and clothes. Which led to why her dad was pissed that day. He found some panties in her laundry that weren't his wife's and confronted Robin on the phone about them.

I asked Robin if he thought he was gay. He said he was confused, but was attracted to lots of people, male and female. He's never done anything with anyone, but was just confused.

I considered myself strictly heterosexual, but Robin almost made me feel like I was talking to a teenage girl instead of a boy. For some reason, this created a tingle in me, almost like a little excitement. I shut it out - I'm straight and love women. That's true, but looking at Robin made you think he was a girl.

I told him my house was coming up. I lived in a rural area with a long driveway. I live alone in the woods.

Robin asked if we could stop, just so he could get ready to face his dad.

I told him we could pull in my place for a while, just to compose himself.

I pulled up to the house, and asked if he wanted me to turn off the car, or keep it running in case he won't take long to gather himself.. He asked me to turn the car off, and if we could lower the windows for some fresh air. It was a beautiful day, warm but not hot.

We just sat there. I looked over at him, and his eyes were closed. I didn't know if he fell asleep. It was then that I noticed that, other than the hair on his head, there wasn't a wisp of hair anywhere else on him. I guess that's why his legs looked like a girl's when I first saw him.

He then leaned over towards my seat, resting his head and torso against my right arm and chest.

"Whoa" I thought - what's he doing? He seemed to just be resting, so I let it go and just stared out the window, pretending not to feel the rumbling and tingling in my loins. Trying to concentrate on things I needed to get done around the lawn.

He began breathing long and hard. His right arm worked itself onto my right leg. and was pulling up higher, towards my crotch. The light feeling of his slender hand and fingers made my cock twitch and start to grow. His head raised until it rested on my neck, next to my right cheek and ear. I could feel his ragged breathing on them, and this was not making my cock stop growing. I felt little smacking sounds along my neck and up to my ear. He was planting little kisses on them, as his right hand now rested directly on my blood-engorged member. He began rubbing his hand back and forth against it, and it was straining against my jeans to break free.

His tongue found my ear, and I felt and heard the wet slurping motions of it as it worked its way in and out.

Meanwhile, my right hand, which was behind him since he first leaned into my chest, found its way onto his right ass cheek. I caressed it through his tight nylon shorts, then was able to work my way under the fabric, getting bore of his ass flesh into my palm, caressing and kneading the warm, smooth skin.

"What the hell was I doing???" I thought - I'm like a teenager parked at Makeout Point! But, strangely, I couldn't help myself. all of my instincts made me feel like I was with a female. I even think I smelled the remnants of perfume on Robin, which fueled my pheromones.

Robin's oral actions were now getting louder and harder. She (I didn't care anymore - to me - this was a fucking 19 year old girl in my truck, and it was my lucky day!) planted larger kisses on my neck, scr****g her teeth against my skin while softly biting and sucking. She was beginning to pant wildly as she worked her left hand onto my crotch to help the right one undo my belt and zipper. If she hadn't fooled around before, she sure knew how to drive a man nuts!!

"Robin, Robin - are you sure about this?" I panted as she worked her mouth down my neck onto my chest, leaving long trails of her saliva and small teeth marks as she still bit and sucked.

"Holy shit - I'm so fucking horny right now!" was all she said as she continued down my chest.

My cock had sprung free and she had her right hand around it as her left ripped at the buttons on my shirt to allow her access to my chest. Down her head went as I put my left hand on it, playing with her dark hair. My right hand had worked her shorts down, and I saw she was wearing lacy pink panties.

I was done, now. No turning back. The rockets had ignited and here comes blast-off!! I was not going to stop until my cum was drained from my balls and deposited inside this girl somewhere.

I felt warm breath, then warm wetness as her tongue and lips found my cock. If I didn't mention it, her lips were full. I was now thinking how they really looked like cock-sucking lips. When I first saw her, that's also why I thought she was a girl. Her lips, perky nose, and large green eyes had girl written all over them.

Her head began bobbing up and down and my dick found its way further and further into her mouth and down her throat. She was incredible. All I could do was grab her hair, and grunt each time she forced my cock past her tonsils! She gagged slightly at first, but was a pro almost instantly. Her hands clawed at my bloated balls and nut sack, and squeezed at my thighs - hard! She was making loud, guttural moaning sounds as my right hand found her puckered nether hole. Maybe it was some of her sweat, but my finger was able to work itself in to the first knuckle. I wanted to ease it in her, and when I did, I heard and felt Robin's mouth soften its hold on my cock as she gasped and breathed in and out. She had my cock out of her mouth and was rubbing it up and down her cheek as she panted to my anal ministrations. My whole finger was now in. I took my left hand off her head, and with Robin's legs helping, got her hot pink panties off. My finger was still jammed in her asshole, as my other hand grabbed her cock. It was probably only 5 or 6 inches, but it was rock hard! I stared at it as my hand roughly worked its way up and down the shaft. I spit onto my hand for lubrication, which helped.

Meanwhile, Robin was shoving my cock back down her throat.

I felt like I may come soon, and told her this. She slowly eased her mouth off the crown of my cock with a loud pop, and lifted her face up to mine. She reached behind my head, grabbed the back of my neck, and pulled my mouth onto hers. We began making out like schoolk**s - tongues exploring everywhere inside our mouths. I guess I was sucking and tasting my cock and sweat in her mouth. I may have even had some pre-cum in there. I really didn't care - I was going to fuck Robin silly!

We got out of the truck and I yanked my jeans and underwear off. I spun Robin's petite feminine body around and she bent forward against the fender, holding onto it with outstretched arms. My cock still dripped with her saliva, as I spit on her asshole for a little more lube. I lined my cock up with that puckered rosebud, and slowly pushed the crown into her hole.

She cried out then moaned loudly.

"Ughh, unnhh, ohhh fuuuuuuuucckkkkkk..mmmmmmaaaaahhhh, oahhh...."

Her sphincter relaxed, and the head was home. I leaned forward so my chest touched her back as I nuzzled her neck. Now it was my turn to lick and kiss her neck and ears, I playfully bit at her skin as I eased the rest of my cock up her chute. Soon, our loins met with a wet slap of skin, and I began working it in earnest, pulling almost out, then jamming it back in as my loins slapped against her ass cheeks.

"Oooohhh myyyy fuuuuuuucccckkk!!! B-B-Ben, unhhhh, it feeeeels liiike youuuur giaaannttt coccckkkk issss pusshhhing innntooo myyyy stomaccchhhhh!!!!" she breathlessly said between my pumps in and out.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she began chanting - this bitch was in heat!! And her language pushed me on harder and harder!

"Fuck me! Shove it in - DEEPER!!! Cum inside meeee!!! Fill me up with your fuck juices!!! Fucking breed me you fucking stud!!!" she growled.

I was loving it! I looked down at her, and someone standing there watching us fuck like a****ls would swear I was fucking a beautiful 19 year old girl! I pounded in and out to the rhythm of her grunts.

My hands wrapped around the front of her chest pinching at her nipples as I panted against the back of her neck. Harder, harder, harder I went.

Then she said "I need to look at your - I want to see your face when you fill my ass with your cum!!!"

I didn't want to stop, but was more than happy to oblige, as I wanted to see her face as she orgasmed.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, picked her up, and walked her over to the rear door of my crew cab. My dick was still buried in her ass-pussy, and I could feel her sphincter squeezing my cock deep inside her. She was a good fuck for sure!!!

I momentarily pulled out of her as I pulled the rear seat up and she spun around so she could lay on her back on the floor. I looked down at her long hairless legs admiringly, and saw she was still wearing her sneakers. I grabbed an ankle in each hand and split her wide open, her legs straight up and pushed out, almost like the two outside lines of a big W. We were going for the big O here, so I put more spit down there to lube it up well, then sank it home in one thrust.

Her eyeballs rolled back into her head as she moaned and gave a loud guttural groan. Her mouth opened wide as she did this, so I let go of her legs and dropped down to cover her mouth with mine as I shoved my tongue into her, along with my dick. Trying to fill two holes, you know.

I felt the pressure building. I wrapped her in my arms as I felt her long thin legs wrap around my lower back and clamp down. Her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me close - pulling so hard it felt like she was holding on for dear life. Her own cock was rock hard and I could feel it sliding between our bellies. She was able to pull her mouth away and pant against my cheek "I'm going to cum, I'mmmm cummmmiiiinngg!!!" as I felt something warm ooze between our skin, and her body shook. She literally began to convulse slightly as I was pumping her furiously.

This was all too much for me! I collapsed onto her as my cock exploded with volley after volley of hot cum shooting and coating the walls of her rectum. I kept pumping, even after I felt my cum cannon stop shooting. I listened to the slimy sounds of cum oozing out of her ass as I pumped and pumped.

Finally, I stopped. By now, her body had stopped convulsing, and she was cooing, and kissing anything and everything on my face and head. I pulled out and looked at the creamy mess from her cum on our stomachs, and my own cum dripping out of her gaping hole down her cheeks. She leaned forward and did something that totally blew me away (literally)!!! She reached for my cock and shoved it in her mouth. Cum, ass juices, everything! She greedily pumped it as she sucked deeper and deeper until her cute nose was buried in my pubic hairs. Finally, when she felt she was done, she let it go with a loud pop, and shoved her mouth on mine. Wow - didn't expect that!!!

We caught our breaths, and I told her I should take her home. Maybe I was feeling a little guilty, like I caught her at a down moment.

Robin and I dressed, and she looked at her watch "Good!" she exclaimed.

"What?" I asked.

"My stepmom should be home now. She was out seeing her mom, but said sh'e be back by 4. I can talk to her, I just can't deal with my dad. She's pretty cool, and we've talked about a few things already."

"Is this one of the things you're going to talk to her about? Me and you...just now?" I asked her.

"No, no. But we don't have the time now. I better get back." She found a pen on my front console and scrawled something on a piece of paper she had in her pocket. She then put her hands on her hips, got a stern look on her face and said "You know, you may have messed me up in the head with everything that just went on, and I may need to talk to you about it!" she giggled as she pushed the piece of paper into my pocket, letting her hand trail across my crotch as she pulled it back to her. "The number to my flip phone. I might feel screwed up tomorrow and need to talk" she smiled...

She only lived a couple of miles down the road in a smaller development. I still felt a little guilty about it all, and told her I should drop her off at the end of her street. That way neither her dad or stepmom would see who or how she got home. She said fine, I dropped her off, and away she walked. She did spin around to wave, then continued to her house.

The next day, I was at work. I worked in a sales office, and we had just hired a new temp secretary for me a month ago. Her name was Kristi. Her blonde her was shoulder length and lightly-curled. She had a nice figure, was about 38-40, probably B-cup breasts, but perky. Mainly, she was a damn good secretary (I know, now they're called administrative assistants) and was working out nicely in that role.

That afternoon, I overhead getting into what sounded like a somewhat heated exchange with someone on the phone. Since she was a pro, she kept her cool, and ended the conversation. After she hung up, I could see she was visibly upset. (Boy... 2 days in a row of upset people...)

I stepped out of my office to quietly ask if she was alright. She dabbed her eyes quickly with a tissue and said she thought so. It was about 12:45, and I hadn't eaten, yet. I asked Kris if she had lunch, yet. She said no, so I offered to treat her to some Charlie's Hot Dogs just down the street (a local fave). I told her she was doing a great job, so I owed her lunch every week if she kept it up. The next week would be her choice of restaurant.

She laughed and agreed. We walked and talked, had our lunch, then sat down on a bench in the shade in a corner of a park close by. The bench was in a pretty secluded area, so I knew we could talk if she wanted to. I had her laughing somewhat during our walk and lunch, so I was relieved she was not letting that phone conversation upset her.

After some small talk, she thanked me for getting her mind off things, but I could see she started to get upset, her upper lip ban quivering as she spoke. She asked me if she could leave early today, if needed. Her husband had been on the phone and was fighting with her about all sorts of things. She glossed over some, because it sounded like she had the upper hand and he was throwing petty things at her to see how upset he could get her. Finally - she told me she thinks he's having an affair, and broke down crying in my arms. I rubbed her back and let her sob into my shirt. She explained his new odd hours with work, strange messages on their home answering machine, and on and on.

As I held her, with my face in her hair, smelling her lovely scent, her perfume, the latent scent of her shampoo, caused my cock to stir. I didn't mean for it to grow, but before you know it, it's tenting through my trousers into her flat stomach as she's crying into my chest. I see her pull back, and laugh through sobs that she's sorry she caused that.

I apologized profusely, but she let her hand drop into my lap. She looked deep into my eyes, her tone and demeanor changed suddenly - "If that son-of-a-bitch thinks he's going to fuck around on me, he can go fuck himself!" she growled in a low voice.

Where this language came from, I don't know. I think the worse thing I ever heard come out of her mouth was "Darn" when got got a paper cut once.

With that, her hands were a blur, unfastening my belt, then my trouser button and zipper, until my cock was free. It came to attention and was immediately engulfed by Krisit's hot mouth. It's like she changed from Miss Prim and Proper to Ms I'm Going to Drain Your Ballls Dry! She was like a dynamo - or a Hoover, I should say.

I thought she was going to rip my dick out of its socket with the vacuum force her mouth was putting on it. Up, down, up, down - her cheeks billowing out and sucking in as her head bobbed up and down. This wasn't slow and sensual - she wanted to drain me quickly. I barely managed to grab her head with both hands as I unleashed a torrent of cum down her throat. At the first shot, her head immediately lowered, taking my entire length into her mouth so I could shoot it directly down her throat. This was incredible!!!

I looked around, and no one could see us. She finished by popping her mouth off my cock, and wiping her lips daintily with a tissue she had been using to dab her eyes. She leaned over and kissed me quickly, thanking me, and saying we should probably head back.

I sat there in a state of shock. I think I was just used, but I liked it!! I couldn't even speak...

"Ben, thank you so much - you've not only been a gentleman as a boss, but I'd like to think I could rely on confiding in you as a friend. You are handsome and sexy, so that was just some frustrated pent up energy I needed to get out, so, thanks to my husband, I did. Since my husband's acting like a douche, I will probably need more."

She then leaned closer and whispered in my ear "I'm wet. I may have to change my panties when we get back because my pussy's dripping so much right now" and licked her lips.

She mentioned leaving early, again. She said it because of her stepson, who was also having his own problems with her husband, his biological father. She wanted to get home and talk to him some more before her husband came home. She said her stepson works at Walmart, and they spoke quite a bit yesterday when he got home from work. She said she dotes on him. His name is Robin, and she would love to have me come over some time to meet him.

I sat there speechless...

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Memories are made of these I was having a boring day off, so I decided to go to the mall for a bit. Nearing 40, and a single guy, you would think that I would be out looking for a good time, but for a number of reasons, I just preferred to stay home and watch movies. So I was headed for my favourite movie store when I spotted a new store called "Memories are made of these." At first glance, I thought it was maybe a nostalgia store, but peeking inside, it was laid out like a video...

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Memories of Suburban Sex

Introduction: A long tale – nearly all true Memories of Suburban Sex: Part 1 How it Started: In the 1980s when we were in our early thirties my wife and I moved into a new house, a bungalow on a nice estate in a town south of Manchester. The neighbours were very friendly including across the road C. C was in her late forties a lively attractive bubbly chatty character who was always well presented normally dressed in bright casual clothes that suited her and always gave a friendly hello. She...

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Memories of Motherhood

Memories of Motherhood Written by Princess Kay Edited by paradoxicalWitchling Warning: This is erotica, meant only for those 18 or older. Only those who have reached the age of consent in the country where they reside should proceed. If you are not at least eighteen, please exit this page immediately. Content Warning: This story contains a change of identity, with sex as the trigger. Although the change is implied to be temporary, it continues for the remainder of the story. There...

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Memories of Suburban Sex

How it Started: In the 1980’s when we were in our early thirties – my wife and I moved into a new house, a bungalow on a nice estate in a town south of Manchester. The neighbours were very friendly including – across the road – C. C was in her late forties – a lively attractive bubbly chatty character – who was always well presented – normally dressed in bright casual clothes that suited her and always gave a friendly hello. She was a slightly larger lady – but her figure went in and...

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MEMORIES 1 Amy Anal

MEMORIES is a series of love letters from many female friendsMemories starts from scratch at the beginning of the alphabetMemories #1 is from Amy who remembers well her first ever analMEMORIES #1: IS THERE A DIRTY DOMINANT DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE?PETER plays the dirty daring "doctor", as AMY my role is to be his obedient patient "patient"One summer afternoon during a big thunderstorm, my lover and I decided to explore a mutual fantasy.We had talked about acting out a doctor-patient scenario and had...

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Memories Revisited Closing Up Shop

Memories Revisited: Closing Up Shop? By Heather St. Claire Most people like to think they live well-ordered lives, that they are the masters of their destiny, rather than victims of random fate. Try telling that to Alexis and Charles Boyd?not that they would have any idea of what you were talking about. On the surface, they look to be a perfectly ordinary young couple; as far as they know, that's exactly what they are. Two young teachers at the same high school who fell in love...

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Memories Can Bring you Home

Shauna stood outside the Bed and Breakfast, looking up and down the main street. She looked for moments frozen in time and tried to capture the memories that she should have. The street looked narrower than in her memories and the buildings smaller. "But that might be the perspective of a child over an adult." She thought.Down south, a row of small shops that seemed to have evaded time brought back a few memories. Turning north, her memory faded unexpectedly, it was like that part of town...

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Memories

Memories A Story By Jack Spratt The roar of the jet's engines is the only thing intruding on my grief. I still can't believe it. Nicci is gone, she and her husband Frank drowned off the Florida coast in a severe tropical storm, they and seventeen other passengers. She and Frank were to enjoy a relaxing two week sailing trip, sort of a second honeymoon, the first time they were away from home alone in years. Nicci is my sister and we were close, very close. She married Frank over fifteen years...

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Memories Revisited Teach Your Children Well

Memories Revisited: Teach Your Children Well By Heather St. Claire It was Saturday, and the city was still waking up. Although the stores at the Twin Pines Mall were not yet open, their employees, delivery people, mall walkers and others already had the structure pulsing with life. Inside one of those stores, a clothing shop for plus-sized and tall women, the owner was having tea in her break room with a customer who required special considerations?because he was a man. Eric Madsen...

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Mr Robinson

Mr Robinson "Mr Robinson, you are going to break many men's heart looking like that tonight at the club." Mrs Robinson playfully said to her husband, who was wearing a nice turquoise silk blouse with a pussybow, high waist black slacks, and 4" heels. Most men who crossdress cannot pull off this look, but the daring Mr Murray Robinson could. In fact, the outfit was exceptionally flattering on him, for he had the figure and the confidence to wear it. He also had the look, he was a...

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An Ordinary Teenage Sex Life 2Chapter 21 Chapters End

JULY 2002, SUMMER CAMP Dawn, Adrienne, and I decided to skip this morning's hike. We were just too wiped out from the previous evening's post-dance orgy, me especially. And so it was that the two girls hung out in the main lounge at the lodge, chatting with each other while I reclined out on the deck, just resting my weary body. It was still quite cool in the morning, enough to require a sweater, so there wasn't anyone else outside with me. I enjoyed the solitude and the quiet sounds of...

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Memories Of You

I walk over the cool meadow, the dewy blades of grass sliding between my naked toes, the pleasant dampness wetting my soles. You lie in the sun as you always do, patiently waiting for me, gaze fixed to the sky. The grass beside you is soft and warm, the condensed moisture dried from the warm morning sun.I lie down next to you, silent for a while, irrationally hoping I'll hear your voice. Instead, it's the singing of the birds, the humming of the bees and the rustling of the leaves in the wind I...

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Memories In Time

It had been some time since she allowed herself to delve into that dark abyss, a place where she stored all her memories. The pain was so real as she secretly tucked each memory, one by one, away for a time when she could deal with them, understand them, cherish them once again. How long had it been? She slowly lost count as the months rolled by. And yet she knew, somehow knew, that one day she would see her beloved again. Questions raced through her mind – how would she act? What would she...

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Memories

Introduction: Memories This happened in the summer of 1972. Im writing now because I recently saw a girl on TV whose unusual name and resemblance brought the memories flooding back… She moves with graceful feline elegance. With dusky brown skin, long glossy black hair, come to bed eyes, beautiful lips just made for sucking dick, slim waste and flat stomach and very long, slender legs she is stunning. The way she moves and her beauty combine to craft one of the sexiest looking woman Id ever...

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Heres to You Mrs Robinson

Looking back on it, those summer days seem so unreal; unbelievable. Sometimes I can't believe it all actually happened at all - let alone happened to me! Yet, during the summer of my junior year in college, I found myself, for a few glorious months, passionately involved in a hot and heavy affair with a fantastic woman, an older woman - who happened to be the wife of my Dad's business partner.Even today, when I think back on it, I still hear 'Scarborough Fair' going through my head. It was the...

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Mrs Robinson

“Shit! I don’t believe it! That’s Mrs. Robinson!” Greg gasped as we turned the corner on our way home from the gym were we both worked. “Mrs. Robinson; like in the movie?” I asked. “Not really. I told you about Karen, didn’t I?” he continued, “this is her mum,” as we walked towards a middle aged, tartly dressed, bottle blonde, woman who was just the right side of being fat. “Oh! Karen!” I grinned as stories of Greg’s teenage sexual conquests shot through my mind. “Mrs. Robinson?” Greg asked as...

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Seducing Mrs Robinson

It all started the summer I turned 18. I was going to be a senior in high school that fall and I was trying to earn money to fix up this '69 Camaro project car I had been working on for the past year. I was cutting the grass of some of the neighbors that day. I live in a small Midwestern town and our neighborhood consists of a series of cul de sacs with a main street running up the center. Our neighborhood looks like a fern from the air. We lived on one of the cul de sacs and I was cutting Mrs....

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Memories of My Return to Belfast

Occasionally, a story has to be written. This one is mostly true. The incidents really happened much as portrayed. For my loyal readers, this story has been in my head for a number of years waiting for its time. Its time is now. Hopefully you will understand it and the bitter memories I have carried most of my life. * ‘Have you heard from Sean? He was arrested in ’79.’ Jenny shook her head. That was all she could do. So many dead or arrested. Arrested was the same as dead back in those days....

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Memories

Memories By Robin Y. I often think back to how I came to be the feminine male I am. There remains a lot of wishful thinking, but wishful thinking never changed anything and I try to use what I remember to gain some understanding of why I am who I am. I don't know if that is possible....I'm sure those memories are tainted with time, but I do believe that they offer some clues to why I chose the paths I have. Why we have the inclination for these choices may never be clear....but...

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Memories are made of this

There are key moments in everyone's life that determine their future. They lie in one's memory and emerge when other major events occur and this way they influence forthcoming life. Sometimes they seem negligible and are ignored by others while others that seem to be significant are just a consequences of a series of decisions made years ago. Those are not pleasant or sweet in most cases though they force me to go back and relive them again and again. Thus I can write only 'bout my...

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Memories1

Enter Miss English I was in 1C the teacher was old but I liked her as she had taught my mother, Miss English taught 2A about 30 yrs old beautiful body she was also the gym teacher for the girls, I did gym work at a small gym which my father had taken me to as he was a PTI in the Army and I was quite good with the easy stuff she called on me now and then to show the girls different rolls and the easy box vaults this was August thru to nearly Christmas...

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Memories0

She moves with graceful feline elegance. With dusky brown skin, long glossy black hair, come to bed eyes, beautiful lips just made for sucking dick, slim waste and flat stomach and very long, slender legs she is stunning. The way she moves and her beauty combine to craft one of the sexiest looking woman I’d ever seen and I’d lusted after her for months. I've always been a slim body, pert tits and long limbs man and she ticks all my boxes. But I see four problems, at around sixteen or...

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Tomorrow Is Another DayChapter 18 Herersquos to you Mrs Robinson

When I awakened, Margaret having slept at my side, Arlene, my Companion for the day, was in the doorway, asking “Could I get an early start?” She slipped out of a robe to reveal a corset flaunting her boobs. I sensed a little discomfort, perhaps jealousy, from Margaret, who actually had extremely attractive and hardly tiny breasts. With a twist to my telempathy, and one I hadn’t really known I had, I comforted Margaret, and placed the suggestion in Arlene’s mind that Margaret’s boobs were...

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Memories of Halloween Past

The moon had a strange, orange hue to it while the crisp fall breeze was cool and dry. Leaves the color of pumpkins were swept across the cracked sidewalks, creating a rustling sound as they scraped the weathered cement. The sky was dark, almost so dark that instead of black it took on the color of navy blue. The stars did not shine through the cover of clouds, but the moon’s orange glow could still be seen. It seemed to be the perfect evening for a Halloween. One young couple was certainly of...

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Memories Arent Forgotten Ch 02

‘So you think there’s something wrong with Auntie Flo? I was at the house yesterday and she looked okay to me. So what if she when to the church bingo Saturday then the church picnic on Sunday?’ Jessie told Danny and she carefully emptied some flour into the large bowl Chad was mixing furiously. It was late Tuesday afternoon, three days after her fall at the restaurant. She had decided to take everyone’s advice and taken a couple of days off from teaching literature at the local high school....

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Memories of a gay boy part2 run devil run

Introduction: New part to Memories of a gay boy! enjoy! Intro: Sometimes temptation gets the best of us all, for some of us it just happens more often. Your not told how to make the right decisions your just thrown into a situation and told to do your best. And when you look back on what you did nothing can fix that little mistake. I felt like my world was crashing around me when those words fell out of his mouth It really sucks Im straight. He said it so casually, like it didnt matter that he...

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Memories of Summer

I shivered as I walked on the vacant boardwalk this late November afternoon. The angry waves had much to say as they crashed along the beach, mercilessly taking more sand (and memories) with them. Just a mere four months ago, this beach was my home and sanctuary. It was my own private paradise. I found great enjoyment and even greater pleasure here with the four “s” words, sun, sand, surf and sex. I loved it all, though not equally. The sex part was by far my favorite. I placed my hand on the...

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Memories of 78

Memories of '78As an elderly gentleman, I sometimes look back in time. Let me tell you about my zipless fuck, as the term was at the time. I had been in Stockholm, Sweden and were heading back to Uppsala in my red Alfa Romeo late in the evening, whem I spotted a girl walking in the chilly summer night with a skirt, short as the British petrol pump attendants use to wear in 1968. I stopped and asked her if she wanted a ride.She gladly accepted and I drove her to her house somewhere at the coast...

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MEMORIES 12 Lisa as hot host1

MEMORIES became an even better read series when I started to tell about my private recent storiesMost of those MEMORIES will be about Lisa Love, of whom I even remember her coming future with me!'Coming future' in both meanings: firstly she is as hot for me as much she loves me with all her heartShe loves me with body and soul, I love her and being a gentleman and she so hot, she will come often!'Coming future' also covers all events to happen soon, like this small sexy story of her hosting...

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MEMORIES 10 Subby Solagge1

First seven sexy MEMORIES were letters from readers ranging from soft stuff to tough treatsAll were very well read - between 4.000 and 7.000 times, and got lots of likes and commentsLast three are my private MEMORIES of friends from here visiting me in old AmsterdamThese last one are extremely well read: between 6.000 and 10.000 at the moment I writeLike this one of sexy Solagge, which started out as a fantasy fuck of old friendsA sexy story aiming at getting her wet and hot, rubbing off as she...

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Memories of my first Milf

Sometimes you bump into people you have not seen for a while and all kinds of memories come flooding back. Such was the case the other night. I saw a guy I had not seen for over 20 years who used to live next door to me. It reminded me of a spring afternoon just a couple weeks after I turned 18. I hope you enjoy my memories as much as I do!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I ran into Eddie Schantz from my old home town this weekend and it reminded me of the first real sex I ever had...

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Memories of Summer

I shivered as I walked on the vacant boardwalk this late November afternoon. The angry waves had much to say as they crashed along the beach, mercilessly taking more sand (and memories) with them. Just a mere four months ago, this beach was my home and sanctuary. It was my own private paradise. I found great enjoyment and even greater pleasure here with the four “s” words; sun, sand, surf and sex. I loved it all, though not equally. The sex part was by far my favorite. I placed my hand on the...

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Memories Revisited A Scrapbooking Store

Memories Revisited: A Scrapbooking Store By Heather St. Claire Diane McMasters took off her scarf and coat and hung them up in the stockroom of her new scrapbooking store, Memories Revisited. It was a crisp, bright early November day. Diane loved the holidays; she was already looking forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas: the decorations, the gifts, the time with family, and most important of all, the opportunity to give thanks. Just a few weeks earlier, Diane had purchased the...

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Memories Revisited Fixing Gods Mistake

Memories Revisited: Fixing God's Mistake By Heather St. Claire Diane McMasters poured another cup of coffee for herself and her husband David. The morning sun was streaming into their kitchen and glistened from the stainless steel appliances. The kitchen was big, modern and filled with light?every woman's dream. Diane had particular appreciation for it because David had built it with his own hands. His success as a building contractor had made it possible for their family to enjoy...

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Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY by Long Tall Mary A 50 year old dominatrix reminisces on her long career in Central New Yorkand describes some of her more memorable encounters. CODES: M/F, F/F, nc, heavy, job My name is Mary and I just turned 50 years old this past week. I'm a 6 footweight proportionate, blue eyed blond and known in the business as "Long TallMary". For nearly 15 years I've been active as a career life style dominatrixin the Syracuse area and am the best in the business as well as...

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Memories The Beginning

Memories- Beginnings This is not so much a story but more a collection of memories of my life. I write this for a variety of reasons. First, like everyone else, I want to be remembered in the future. So, this will be my legacy. Second, because I want to help others, it is my hope this will encourage those of you who are facing challenges as you progress along your journey into womanhood. Remember, the path to womanhood is not always easy. And lastly, I hope to inspire those who are...

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Memories of Joseph

Christine couldn't believe her eyes when she caught her 17-year-old son and her 15-year-old daughter kissing in the living room. She'd gotten off work early that day and it was raining outside as it usually was in Seattle. She ran inside the house hearing music blaring loudly from the living room stereo and she almost choked when she saw her children kissing so passionately on the couch. She didn't say anything at first. She just stood there watching them kissing and whispering sweet things...

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