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— the Vaselines

We were on a bike ride. Originally, there were four of us — my daughter, her friend Ruth, her friend Molly and me. They were all home from college, energetic young women who had grown up together and were looking to relive some of the sights and activities of their c***dhood.

That’s what led us to Gusse Woods, a large forest preserve criss-crossed with bike paths. About 10 years earlier, the four of us had been here on an ill-fated Girl Scout outing. My wife was supposed to have had taken them on a bike ride through the woods, but she bailed out at the last minute and left the job to me. This meant I was one clueless dad trying to guide three 10-year-olds through 13 miles of bike path. And no one told me there was a time limit. What took others 45 minutes took us two and a half hours. Everyone thought we were lost and the cell phone reception was so bad that we lost contact. When I finally herded the three 10-year-olds back to base camp, all of the other parents were either gone or pissed off.

It wasn’t funny at the time, but it became so in the years after. The infamous bike ride through Gusse Woods. So, on an unusually warm autumn day, the girls all came home from their respective colleges and we met up with our bikes in the parking lot where it all began.

Let me tell you about Molly, who’s the only one of the three who you will need to know about. She’s cute as a button. Petite girl with strong legs and nice round butt. She has big brown eyes, dark brown hair down to her shoulders, a wide nose and very full lips. Her parents are Russian and she has those classic alluring looks of the sexy European girls who are far ahead of their peers sexually and can dominate any man they choose.

But Molly was also shy and nerdy. When she was in high school, she didn’t go to school dances and apparently didn’t spend much time around boys. Molly was now studying to be a zoologist and it was clear that she was more comfortable around a****ls than people. Except for me, I guess. She had always seemed oddly comfortable around me, an older man with grayish hair and a hairy chest and a warm smile and a cock that could still get long and hard and fill young girls like Molly with forbidden pleasure.

The bike ride that day turned out much like the one we’d taken about a decade before. The trail was much longer than any of us amateur cyclists could handle. Or at least Molly and I. My daughter and Ruth, who were much more athletic, took off ahead of us and eventually disappeared around a bend. The woods swallowed us up on all sides and the other people around — joggers, walkers, other bike riders — dwindled to almost no one. I stayed behind Molly because I could tell she was having some trouble managing the mountain bike she was riding, as well as because I loved staring at her ass pressed against the bike’s seat.

Molly was wearing a white sleeveless blouse and dark blue jean shorts. Her petite legs pumped away at the pedals and her buttocks rocked back and forth. I was wearing only a T-shirt myself and long, shiny blue basketball-style workout shorts.

After another half-mile or so, Molly’s bike really began to wobble and I could tell she was going to pull over and stop. Sure enough, she did. She leaned to one side and propped herself up on one foot. Her cute little butt was perched up in the air and I just wanted to reach out and squeeze both of her ass cheeks through the sweaty denim fabric.

Instead, I pulled up behind her and asked, “Are you okay?”

Clearly aggravated, Molly swung her other leg up over the bike and let it fall to the ground with a clatter. She exhaled sharply and turned to face me. “I can’t believe those bitches took off,” she said.

“I know,” I said delicately. “They’re not very patient.”

Molly stared at me with angry, beautiful eyes. She was a little sweaty all over and her skin was glowing in the soft light of the humid woods. I smiled awkwardly and she rolled her eyes and looked forlorn. A few seconds of silence followed. There was no one else around. Finally she spoke again: “ I really have to pee.”

If things weren’t awkward enough already, I really didn’t know how to respond to this.

“Um, I think there’s a bathroom up ahead at the next parking area.”

She looked disappointed again. “I have to go now.”

”Well,” I said slowly. “I can watch...” and, instead of finishing the sentence, I gestured to Molly’s bike lying on its side along the bike trail.

”You can watch me pee?” Molly said, barely smiling.

”No, I meant your b...” I began, but Molly interrupted me. ”I know some guys are into that.”

”Oh well,” I stammered. “That’s usually not my thing but...”

”You still want to, don’t you?” she interrupted again.

I gasped and laughed and tried to act offended or at least surprised. “I mean...” I began.

”Yes?” she said, with the cutest flirtatious smile on her face.

I bit my lip and looked around. There was still no one walking, jogging or riding by. I stepped a little closer to her and said softly, “I’d like to see your butt.”

”Ohhhhh,” she said. “So that’s your thing?”

I nodded sheepishly.

”You’ve been staring at it this whole time, haven’t you?” she said, not in angry way. More like she was excited to hear it.

I nodded again. Several more seconds of tension. Two guys on racing bikes flew by so fast that we hadn’t seen them coming and were startled as they whizzed by.

“Well,” Molly said, stepping up to me. “You’re still going to have to watch me pee.”

And with that, she reached out, grabbed the front of my shorts and pulled me deeper into the woods and away from the bike trail. She led me that way — her in front, her right arm behind her, her little hand pulling open the front of my shorts — for maybe 40 or 50 yards. Leaves crunched beneath our feet, sticks snapped, birds chirped around us. I kept staring at her ass cheeks moving up and down as we walked.

Finally we reached a clearing behind a huge oak tree. I glanced back and could see nothing of the bike trail. Molly stopped, pulled the elastic of my shorts way out and then let go. It snapped back into my waist. She turned to face me with the wickedest of wicked smiles on her face.

“I’m going to pee against this tree,” she said. “Or should I just pee on you, Mr. _____?”

“Well,” I hesitated. “That’s not really my thing but...”

I got the distinct impression Molly wanted to pee on me. So I didn’t want to turn her down completely. Maybe it would be worth it just to get my hands on her perfect round little ass.

“If you really want to,” I said.

Just as I suspected, Molly’s face broke out in a big, wide smile. Her dark eyes narrowed to slits and her button nose crinkled. “Take off your shirt and sit down,” she said.

I pulled my shirt off and sat down at the base of the big tree. The roots were hard under my ass and the bark was rough against my back. Molly turned around so she was facing away from me. She gasped and said, “I really do have to pee.”

What happened next, I couldn’t believe. As I sat there shirtless, my cock semi-hard — like it was as unsure of what was happening as I was — Molly looked down and unbuttoned her jean shorts. Then she start tugging them down, first one side and then the other, pulling a pair of white cotton panties down with them. It was in this way that her ass was slowly revealed to me. And what an ass it was. Everything I’d dreamed of. Like a perfect circle, her buttocks protruding out just enough to give it good shape, pale and white and a touch hairy where her ass cheeks began to curve in toward her anus.

She pulled her shorts all the way down to her knees, bending over as she did. Her cheeks spread apart slightly and I could see the dark interior of her ass and the hairy slit of her pussy. Yes, Molly was a bit hairier than I’d expected, but I’d get over it. Once she got her shorts and panties down to her ankles, she stepped out of them.

Molly glanced back at me with devilishly alluring eyes. She wagged her cute mini-bubble-butt at me and said, “This is what you wanted to see, right?”

”Yes,” I managed.

My cock was getting hard now. When Molly looked away I rubbed it through my silken basketball shorts. My eyes were glued to her naked buttocks. But then, just like that, with no further adieu, Molly dropped down into a squat and, after a second or two delay, let a loud, hissing stream of urine come gushing from her vaginal slit.

Because she was squatting, her asshole was completely exposed to me. It was nestled in a bit of dark hair and seemed to be pulsating along with the stream of pee coming from her. She peed for two or three seconds then, just as suddenly, she stopped.

Molly stood up and started playing with herself. She still had her back to me, but I could see her right arm move in and her hand go to her crotch. “Get all the way down on the ground,” she loudly ordered. Her voice disappeared into the trees and brush around us.

Following her instructions, I slid down so my head was resting against the roots of the old oak and I was flat on my back on the grass and my legs were spread out. My right hand was now blatantly rubbing my hard cock through my shorts.

”Are you down?” she asked.

“Yes.”

Molly turned and walked toward me, biting her lip and smiling. She still had her white sleeveless blouse on but her lower half was gloriously exposed. Her petite body was complemented by strong thick legs — like the legs of a gymnast. Her pubic hair was thick and almost black, though not completely out of control. I prepared myself for humiliation.

“Put your legs together,” she said.

I did and she walked over me, putting one foot on either side of my body. She was straddling me, still standing up, and looking straight down. I was terrified and thrilled, ready to endure anything just to press my face into her buttocks and pay homage to her ass.

”I’m going to piss on you, Mr. ______,” Molly said flatly.

And with that, she rotated her body, switching her feet to the opposite sides of me, and turned around. This way, her ass was hovering over my chest. I was so close to it. I could’ve grabbed each of her legs, hauled myself up to a sitting position and kissed her ass right then and there. But I didn’t. I let her pee on me.

Molly bent forward a little and stuck her ass out and lowered it a bit toward my hairy chest. Now I could really see her asshole....so clearly. It was hairier than I’d like, sure, but clean and puckered and begging for my tongue. I was so focused on it that, when Molly emitted another hot stream of piss from her slit, and it gushed down all over my chest, I was startled. Almost as startled as I would have been if she’d turned around and plunged a knife into my chest. But then I gave into the experience and let it happen. Molly’s hot urine cascaded down in a thick, gushing stream and soaked my hairy chest. It didn’t sting my skin initially but when it ran down either side of my chest and hit my nipples, I could feel a faint piercing sensation.

I began to openly stroked myself through my blue shorts. Molly looked down with interest and then squatted a little lower so her piss hit me harder and her asshole was winking right in my face. She had remarkable bladder control; clearly she had done this before. I couldn’t resist any longer. My face shot upward toward Molly’s ass and I planted a big kiss on her left buttock as she continued to squeeze out the remnants of her bladder all over me. I rested my face and tongue against her ass, letting the urine drain off me in white-yellow rivulets onto the tree roots and mossy dirt around me.

“Kiss it!” she suddenly ordered. “Both sides!”

I kissed her left ass cheek again and then moved over and kissed her right one. My hand instintively began moving faster over and around the fabric of my shorts. My cock was fully engorged. The acrid, though not completely unpleasant scent of Molly’s pee filled the air. She was marking me. I would be her piss slave forever.

”Pull it out,” Molly said.

In immediate compliance, my right hand shot down, grabbed the elastic waistband of my shorts and yanked them and my cotton boxer-briefs down. My cock bounced up straight and hard in the air. I grabbed it with my left hand and shook it at her.

“Nice,” she said, looking back at me. We made eye contact.

Molly wagged her naked, open ass over my chest and the last thin trickle of pee fell from her vaginal lips. I was soaked and didn’t care. I reached up with right hand and grabbed her right ass cheek. I kissed it again and then stuck out my tongue and touched it once, then twice against her butthole.

”Ooooh, Mr. _______,” she laughed. “Do it again.”

Breathing hard and unable to speak, I lurched my upper torso upward and stuck my face into Molly’s ass. My tongue flickered against her asshole. My chin ground into her pussy and became wet with pee. Molly gasped and pushed her butt back into my face. I could’t tell for sure, but I had a strong feeling she was masturbating her clit as I licked her.

Then, suddenly, she pulled away.

”Dry me off,” she said, somewhat unexpectedly.

I hesitated for a second or two then grabbed my shirt off the ground next to us. I wiped Molly’s pussy from behind, inside and out. Then I dried her ass cheeks and her legs, but not my chest.

”Good boy,” she said.

The next thing I knew Molly was lowering herself to a squatting position directly over my face. My God, she was going to sit on me. Her hand slapped away mine — the one still holding my erect cock — and I felt her right hand roughly grasp my dick.

”Eat me, bitch,” she said, her voice an odd mixture of dominant and soft and desperate.

I took a deep breath just before Molly’s perfectly cute, round butt cheeks landed on my face. My nose became lodged just on and then over her asshole. Her wet, open pussy pressed against my mouth. My tongue had nowhere to go but straight upside her. Deep inside her.

I could taste every part of young Molly N. — her sex, her pee, her flesh, her sexual juices flowing like nectar from a piece of overripe fruit that had been split open. While I moved my tongue around her vaginal canal and tried to use my lower lip to massage her clitoris, Molly laid her torso against mine and then rammed my cock into her mouth. We were now 69ing, flat on the bare earth underneath that huge tree.

I prayed my daughter and her friend didn’t double back and find us this way — mostly naked, me covered in Molly’s piss, her sweet ass covering my face, my stiff older man cock filling her mouth. Molly sucked me rough. Up and down and up and down her head went. Her lips pressed hard against my shaft and head. She wasn’t careful about her teeth; a couple times they grazed my dick and I noticeably flinched. Molly laughed and I could feel the vibrations of her throat against my penis.

I reached up with both hands and grabbed Molly’s ass. I squeezed her buttcheeks hard and pulled her closer against my mouth. I could barely breathe. Accidental suffocation was not out of the question. Again, I wanted to eat as much of young Molly as I could before she tossed me aside and went back to her young life. My face was covered with her wetness — it ran down my cheeks and chin. My tongue continued to waggle inside of her. I didn’t know any other taste or smell but the taste and smell of Molly’s overactive, overstimulated pussy.

Abruptly, Molly turned her head aside, pulled my cock out of her mouth and spit on it. Then she pounced back on my wet dick and started sucking me off again, harder. I couldn’t take it. I wanted to last longer. I wanted to maybe drive my hard shaft into the wet pussy that was now pressed against my lips and tongue. I wanted to fill the pungent, damp space that my face and mouth had gotten to know so well with my semen. But I knew Molly wasn’t going to stop sucking me off until I popped.

I managed to turn my own head to one side and, with Molly’s ass and drenched pussy lips pressed to my cheek, I gasped, “Oh God, I’m gonna come!”

Molly let my dick pop out of her mouth and teased, “Already?!”

”Oh, I’m sorry,” I said panting. “Let me kiss your ass.”

Molly’s butt rose into the air a little so I could raise my head. I planted a very wet kiss on her right buttock then she turned slightly a showed me her left cheek. I kissed that one too. While I did this, Molly was jerking her saliva all over my cock with her right hand.

“Now the asshole,” she said. I pursed my lips together, stuck my face between her cheeks and kissed her puckered anus once, twice and then one more time for good measure.

Molly laughed and then, quite unexpectedly, said, “I love you, Mr. M.”

And with that she grabbed my erect penis with her lips and sucked it down to the back of her throat. I could actually feel the tip of my cock grazing Molly’s esophagus. I grabbed Molly’s ass and pulled it down onto my face. I didn’t care if I suffocated. I would die feeling her suck my cock.

Molly bobbed up and down very fast and then let my cock slide out of her mouth until only the tip was between her lips. Then she grabbed the shaft again and pumped hard while her tongue circled my head and pisshole. Finally, she took her circled hand, plunged it down over my overstimulated head and shaft and then took my entire cock back in her young mouth.

I came screaming into Molly’s pussy.

Boom! One spurt of semen. Boom! Another spurt. Molly kept her lips around my dick was taking it all in. The third blast was the big one — most of my load filled Molly’s mouth. With each spurt there was pleasure, that explosive orgasmic pleasure. Finally, one last blast and my body collapsed. Molly took a few more pulls of my cock and then I felt it slide out of her mouth and loll to one side.

I heard Molly make a swallowing and “ah!” sound, smacking her lips. Then she rose up so her torso was straight up and down and her ass was smashing my face. My nose was right up against her asshole. I grunted. She wriggled her ass around a little, giggling, and then, mercifully, pushed herself up off of me and stood up.

I lay there for a moment completely stunned, looking up at her. My face was covered with Molly’s pussy juice and her strong scent. My bare chest was still damp and matted with her urine. My blue shorts where bunched up around my ankles. My softening cock was lying against my abdomen, drooling semen.

Molly looked down at my pathetic, spent shape and smiled. She’d had her way with me and loved it.

I didn’t know what to do next, so I just clumsily slid up to a sitting position against the tree.

”Hold on,” Molly said with some feigned impatience.

She went over to her bike and picked up her underwear and jean shorts. Giving me one last look at the luscious ass that I’d just seemingly spent a glorious eternity shoving my face into, she turned her back to me and got dressed — sticking her butt toward me as she pulled her panties and shorts back over it.

When she was dressed, Molly went to her bike and retrieved the large water bottle she’d been sipping on all day. It was still about a third of the way full. (The rest of the contents she had pissed all over me.) Molly walked back and straddled me again, facing forward and looking down.

She took the top of the bottle off and held the water bottle itself over me. “Ready?” she said, smiling (and I noticed the cute gap in her front teeth).

I exhaled and smiled. “Sure.”

Molly tipped the bottle and poured the rest of the water over my chest and face, shaking the last few drops over my head. I used my shirt to dry my chest and face and then put it back on and stood up.

For several moments, we stood facing each other. I took the opportunity to really drink in Molly’s deep, gorgeous brown eyes. Finally, she raised one eyebrow and said, “Well...?”

”Can I have a kiss?”

She frowned and rolled her eyes but then smiled and said, “Okay.”

I leaned in and kissed Molly’s lips. Then I gestured for her to walk in front of me and, following dutifully behind I followed Molly back to the bike path.

© 2018 Davi Rocha
All rights reserved.

All the characters, locations and events in preceding story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people, places or events is coincidental. Readers should presume all characters are of legal, consenting age.

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During the summer, I scored a big contract with the town school board and began working with an architect on a new school design. It was to be a departure from the conventional school configuration and I was, for the first time in a long time, really excited about something. On top of that, although the contract for materials would go through the bid process, local suppliers would be given preference. I was pretty sure my employer would get a better than even chance to win what would be a...

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Molly the Manager Part 3

This is the story of my year and a half relationship with my first long term friend/lover. The names of people have been changed. Geographical locations, names of long defunct retail establishments are real. As we had finished Thanksgiving dinner, we hated to eat and run, but both Molly and I had to work the next day. Molly's older sisters gave me the perfunctory hug and the peck on the cheek. Both her parents hugged me. I had never met a family so happy. Perhaps they were happy to see...

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Molly Marilyn Me Ch 01

My thanks, as always, to ErikThread, for this excellent work and helpful suggestions. Any errors or omissions are mine alone. * More often than not, things don’t work out the way you plan them. The unexpected pops up to surprise you. Such was the case with Molly and Marilyn and me. The Pickled Pumpkin has a very nice new location. It re-opened a few months ago, nestled among the fir trees at the base of a mountain. It used to be housed in a dark, sprawling building across the street, but the...

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Molly

Chapter OneMrs. Wilson had taken Molly from the orphanage years ago, and Molly knew she ought to be grateful: Mrs. Wilson could have hired a maid with some experience, and she had recently decided that Molly ought to be trained up in order to get a job as a paid companion someday.  But Mrs. Wilson was strict, and Molly couldn't even count the number of times she'd been birched or whipped or otherwise punished for breaking some small object or rule.?Do you know why I have asked you to stand here...

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Molly The Manager part 4

This is a true story. I have changed the names. Mi categorized this as voyeur even though we were not watching, nor was anyone watching, as much as when Molly and I had our romps in bed, we definitely put on an audible show for the neighbors. So much so as they would applaud. Molly and I dated, rolled in the sheets for a year and a half. Our career choices made us grow apart. The story does not have a sad ending. This is part five of a multi part story. This is more of a reconture of...

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Mollyrsquos Boobs

Molly was a sister of my best friend Tom. She was 6 years younger than Tom, a little cutie who played in the garden, while Tom and me were busy doing all the important things teenage boys do. We built a hut, ride bikes, steal cherries and apples from other gardens, and sometimes we went fishing instead of going to school. We fought, too. One day when I got beaten by a group of older boys Tom helped me throwing stones at them. Well, one stone hit me, but the other stones hit the bullies and the...

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Molly Curt Naked In SchoolChapter 8

The four teens ate lunch on the patio, even though it had gotten very warm. Eleanor and Win ate inside, and Penny was reluctant to eat with Win when she was naked. When he saw her start to dress, Bert quickly stopped her and asked Erma to serve them outside. It was evident that Lisa was suffering in the heat. She wore loose shorts and a baggy top, but that was quite a bit in the August heat. Bert was sensitive to her extreme body-shyness, but he could also tell that she needed relief from...

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Molly and Me Part 1

I keep telling them that this behavior will eventually get them in trouble, and this story is just how much they trouble they got into, and dragged me into it too. First, Molly and Cathy share a few attributes. They are both blond, cute and stacked. I know Molly is a 38DD because I have sucked and kissed them on many a date. I also know Cathy's DD too, because one afternoon, after Molly and I got up off the rug in Cathy’s apartment, Cathy would let us meet there because it was a...

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Molly Girl

Molly Girl Janet L. Stickney [email protected] "I know that you don't think so, but after what you did, this is going to happen regardless, unless you want to move out that is! That was the very last straw! Now just stand still while I lace this up!" I stood there like a dummy as the corset was laced tight, compressing my waist to an unimaginable size, then watched as the outfit was pulled over my head and buttoned up the back. After I stepped into the shoes and she...

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Molly and Me

There I was, wandering around the hotel's public rooms, somewhat furtively asking people I vaguely remembered meeting in the previous few days if they'd seen my wife Molly, and at the same time trying not to make it too obvious that I'd completely lost track of her. I'll be honest with you, I was getting more than a little worried; I'd last seen Molly about three hours previously and she'd been in conversation with the very disreputable Gordon Hamster. Hamster wasn't exactly a...

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Molly the Manager Part 3 Afterglow home cooked

This is a true story. I changed the names of the people, but geographical locations, names of defunct department stores are real. Molly lay on her back, still breathing heavy for a couple of minutes. The warm glow of the candles she lit and the wine I had consumed in the hot tub made the events surreal. "Either I had multiples or I had one long, long orgasm. I have never had that before. " "Everything just happened. I guess it started when you were running your hands on my chest. That...

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Molly Ahern

Molly Ahern made her way to the front of the bus. It was her stop to get off, or so she thought, it was late and dark outside and she couldn't see where she was exactly. "Mind the step there dear" the driver said as she stepped down. The door hissed shut behind her and the bus drove away ... its lights slowly diminishing into the distance. It was then she realized she'd made a terrible mistake. Frobisher Rd was over on the other side of the industrial estate and not where the driver had...

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Molly Masturbates

Molly brushed her bangs out of her eyes, the wind gusts blowing her shoulder-length straight red hair around as she stood on the front steps of her house, waving goodbye to the car that was pulling out of the driveway. She could see her father through the car window as he drove away; her mother turned back in the passenger seat to wave back at her. As the car moved down the street, Molly waved again, and turned back to go inside the house. Although it was very bright and sunny, it was still...

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Molly Curt Naked In SchoolChapter 10

NiS is purely fictional, so this story is SciFi. I had to build a culture where something so bizarre could happen. I chose to use today's political parties and extrapolate from there to some future an indeterminate number of years from now. The resulting future parties have 'evolved' from today's equivalents. Which 'evolved' party would be the most likely to implement NiS? Despite the angry responses of offended Democrats, it seems pretty obvious to me. Right-wing governments are...

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Molly Chapter Three

Chapter 3 “What the FUCK are you doing here?” Sandra screamed at me. Gee, I guess she hasn’t gotten over my part in her getting expelled. But I wasn’t here to talk about the past, I was more concerned with the future. “Nice to see you too Sandra. I need to talk to your sister.” “She isn’t here asshole, so go away or I’ll call the cops.” I knew that arguing with her was a bad idea, so I tried a different tactic, “Look, I’m here to help her. She could get into a lot of trouble for...

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Molly Chapter Two

Chapter 2 I went home for Christmas break the next afternoon. I was afraid to face Molly after the encounter in the limo. She called twice while I was away and I let it go to voice mail both times. I called when I knew she would be busy and left a message for her. Megan called as well, but didn’t leave a message. I didn’t call her back. What could I say? I was infatuated with her married sister and even though it was never going to go anywhere, I could never be with her as I knew it...

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Molly

He was just over eight-years-old and stuck at home for his summer vacation. All alone in his big home, without any parents or guardians. It was normal for him, but this time something in him changed. Little Toby Jones was a curious boy. He had no parents and lived with his extremely frugal grandparents, two tightwads who claimed that they couldn't afford to buy a lot of the things that he needed such as underwear and socks or even a TV. He was small for his age, and had long hair...

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Molly Curt Naked In SchoolChapter 22

When Curt called Molly on Saturday, after two days of school resuming, she had mixed feelings. Part of her loved to hear his voice, but part of her wished that the torment would just stop. "Molly, now that the Program is dead, there are quite a few families that are busted up because of it. There are kids here in Hooverton who don't feel they can go home because of the disrespect their parents showed by not exempting them. I suspect that around the country, there are even more. "You've...

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Molly and Tim After the ReceptionChapter 5

Several hours had passed since Tim left Molly and returned to the hotel lobby. He went directly to his new room, which was ready as he had expected. Even though Tim had showered once already that morning, when he got into his room he immediately stripped for the calming waters again. When he emerged, Tim felt more tired than refreshed. More than anything, he wanted to climb into his fresh bed and sleep for a long time, in hopes that life would make sense again when he awoke. But, he knew...

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Molly Curt Naked In SchoolChapter 7

About the time President Carl Garrett was pondering the pressures of his office in the relative quiet of Camp David, Bert saw his mother heading for the master suite and hurried to speak to her. "Mom, I don't think you should come to my room tonight. I mean, I love having you next to me, but I'm worried about you and Dad." "You're right, Honey. You gave me what I needed last night, and that was so important to me. Thank you." She punctuated that with a quick kiss. "Tonight, I need...

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Molly Gets Stuck in the Alley

PART 2: Molly became aware of her surroundings. Near the end of the very dimly lit alley, she realized it was a good block back to the main street. She only guessed at the hour, figuring she had been fucked for almost two hours. Looking around some more, she found her clothes. Wrinkled a little, but intact just the same. Slowly, she began to get dressed. Her white panties were stretched out a little, but served to help keep the sperm from running too much down her tan thighs. Next she pulled...

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Molly and Tim After the ReceptionChapter 3

When Tim woke up in the morning, he was aware of his surroundings much more quickly than he had been upon waking the night before. Almost immediately he knew he was in his mother's hotel room because of a problem with his own. He knew she had insisted he stay there rather than waiting up in the lobby for another room to be ready. He was even cognizant of the fact that that he was in Molly's bed. But he was not completely certain about the other events of the night as he thought he...

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Molly learns a hard lesson 1

________________ “Jimmy, I have to get to class.” Molly panted as a clumsy hand worked its way up her shirt and found a taught breast. “You can be a bit late.” Jimmy whispered in her ear. His hot breath tickled her throat and caused a delicate shiver to flutter down her spine. His lips found her earlobe for a quick nip as his fingers searched for the nipple straining against her cotton bra. “Mr Gardener can get so mean though.” Molly whimpered, but her arms around Jimmy’s neck didn’t...

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Molly Pills 1100 71000

Welcome to twitter.com/mollypills_! What the fuck is the Dude doing on Twitter when he has plenty of room to hate on his own website, you might be wondering?! It turns out that Twitter is much more fun when you have a fine rack to stare at! Today, I want to write about Molly Pills, an American model, hiker, and pornstar that got my attention.First of all, her curves are bomb. Secondly, she is an anal slut, and such chicks inspire me, and thirdly, I want to give her a proper push. This review is...

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Molly Marilyn Me Ch 02

During the summer, I scored a big contract with the town school board and began working with an architect on a new school design. It was to be a departure from the conventional school configuration and I was, for the first time in a long time, really excited about something. On top of that, although the contract for materials would go through the bid process, local suppliers would be given preference. I was pretty sure my employer would get a better than even chance to win what would be a huge...

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Molly Curt Naked In SchoolChapter 6

Tracy woke from a short, deep sleep and had heard the phone ring and parts of a brief conversation. Some instinct told her that it had to do with the NiS team. Being as secretive as she could, she opened the door of Porter's spare bedroom a crack and listened as Porter argued with someone. In the process, Tracy heard Porter repeat an address. Taking no more chance of discovery, Tracy hurried back to bed and faked sleep. It was a good precaution because Porter looked into the room just before...

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Molly Curt Naked In SchoolChapter 11

Mandy (Amanda only when her mother was upset) stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror, carefully trimming the edges of her pubic hair with a scissors. She had already shortened it quite a bit all over, and she was a little alarmed that she might have gone too far. Her lower lips were definitely more visible than before she had started the grooming. It was barely dawn on Monday, but she had not slept for hours, anyway. It had all started with that strange phone call early Sunday evening,...

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Molly Curt Naked In SchoolChapter 21

While the rest of the folks at the Pritchard compound found places to grab a few hours of sleep, Patricia and Ben were too stirred by what they had seen during the night to even think of sleep. Lisa was not interested in sleep, either. She was playing, people were listening, and they were enjoying it. It was a totally new experience for her and she just could not pull herself from the keyboard. Only when Patricia and Ben, talking quietly in the back of the auditorium, were the only listeners...

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Mollyrsquos Boobs ndash part 2

Molly’s Boobs – part 2Molly and me started dating. Well, at the beginning I just visited her at the house. We talked and cuddled in her room. Slowly, step by step, we were coming to making love. Molly did not show me her naked breasts at the first visit nor at the second. However, she let me play with them more at every meeting. I loved felling the curvature of the sides of her boobs. I scratched gently the part where the skin was stretched the most. I found her nipples usually hidden under the...

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Molly Awakens

Molly Awakens by Molly A story of how the author would like to have his life turn out one day, a fantasy story written with my love to Sandy my best friend and teacher. The day that my girlfriend Sandy decided to leave school and go work for her mother as a hair stylist was a sad one for me. We had been dating for close to a year, I had known her mom wanted her to join her, but I felt she would at least finish school first then go and work for her....

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Molly the Manager Part Two

This is a true story, I changed the names; Geographical locations and names of stores long out of business are real.We entered her townhouse and she turned on the lights, other than having a nice carpet, couch a floor lamp and a coffee table, it was pretty bare. I asked where the bathroom was located, so I could change. As she walked down the very small hall, Molly pointed to a door and said "Help yourself...I'll be out in a minute. I did not hear her close her bedroom door, maybe she was...

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Molly Curt Naked In SchoolChapter 5

Summer Friedel was not all that irritated when her personal secretary, Ben, interrupted her at yet another cocktail party. As the Director of the Naked in School Program, she was in demand at any function at all related to the party or its fund-raising activities. She was the darling of the powerful social activist segment of the party. That was good for her ego, but the unending stream of invitations sometimes wore her down. She was going through one of her standard sequences that had...

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Molly Curt Naked In SchoolChapter 13

The first part of Tuesday morning for Curt was taken up trying to comfort Gwen after he came down pretty strong on his concerns about a relationship with Molly. After Gwen settled down, they had breakfast and greeted the refugees. The rest of the morning was spent getting acquainted with the new arrivals and showing them the site that was being prepared. When Francie arrived, she was not able to join the refugee group and Molly had to stay within sight of her constantly. Given her lack of...

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Molly May I

I flat out told molly fay of the morning blend i wanted to bleep her."you wanna bleep me?" she asks."yes i do I've been daydreaming about bleeping you since you were married, if i could do a sex scene with you i would and if your ex husband walked in on us i wouldn't stop bleeping you I'd keep it up until i came." I said to her. she was shocked"wow you've got a big imagination" she says"well when a guy sees a older babe like you things just happen in the imagination. anything is possible and...

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Mollyrsquos Boobs ndash part 5

After a time Molly became an expert in making big bras. Anytime I came to her room, there were drawings, layouts, parts, rolls of material and unfinished bras. She experimented, she studied the issue on Internet, she took part in discussions and forums about tailoring bras and she was becoming very skilled in sewing.Our sex life was good. I usually came in the afternoon and we went out for a walk or to a mall or to the cinema. People stared at us, or better to say, they stared at her. Well,...

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Molly Curt Naked In SchoolChapter 15

As busy and eventful as Tuesday had already been, it was not quite over. As had been his habit, Bert waited until Lisa had a chance to get in bed before coming into his suite Tuesday night. This time, she was sitting on the bed in her tee, looking downcast. He sat beside her and just waited for her to say something. "Why are you letting me stay here, Bert? Why are you letting me sleep with ... uh, sleep in your bed?" "You scared me when you talked about killing yourself, Lisa. Molly and...

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Molly and Tim After the ReceptionChapter 2

How could this be happening? Now Tim felt sure it was true. But could it be? His mind raced backward. He must have done what he feared most ... he had made sexual advances on Molly in his sleep. Maybe she had been more drunk than either of them realized and she unknowingly accepted his advances. She had felt so wonderful to him ... so firm and strong. And her manner was so loving and inviting. "It was perfect," Tim said softly. Hearing the sound of his own voice again, even speaking...

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