Sleepwalking
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Hey Folks. Here's another story of woe and regret. Again I'm blessed to have Barney-R editing it. This one is shorter since some of you like that. Let's see how it goes.
It's said that every criminal deserves his day in court. I was facing the first of two. This first one would be the hardest. Although I wasn't the star of this one, I was very involved. My loving wife had the distinction of being the focus of this investigation. Nearly everyone in town had gathered to see a civil suit. It was a severe impairment suit brought about by the wife of the victim. She alleged that my wife was directly responsible for the loss of her husband's ability to function normally and or earn an income and provide for his family.
The DA was sure that he couldn't get a conviction on murder charges or even assault charges against Tammy, so he hadn't filed any charges. That had angered Samantha to the point that she decided to sue Tammy for the loss of her husband's ability to function.
Two women who were once, if not the best of friends, at least cordial ones, were now arguing tooth and nail over what happened to the asshole that one of them used to be married to. My wife Tammy claimed that what had happened to Bob had been a terrible and tragic accident that she herself was in no way responsible for. Samantha on the other hand maintained that it was Tammy's fault that Bob was in a place that he never should have been in. She also maintained that Tammy was directly responsible not only for pushing Bob into the place he ended up, but for negligence in maintaining a safe environment in said place.
What neither of them realized was that what happened to Bob wasn't exactly an accident. It had been forseen and calculated if not planned or executed. The random nature of the incident was what made it so brilliant. I had my own opinions on who was at fault. I believe that Bob himself was directly responsible for what happened to him. And I myself was indirectly responsible, since I had actually set those random events in motion. I was not a suspect though. And I was keeping my mouth shut.
I was there to provide some insight into the device that led to what happened to Bob. I got out of my Black 2012 Mustang in the parking lot adjacent to the courthouse. There was a crowd of people already gathered there. I noticed the District Attorney and one of his assistants walking towards the courthouse as I summoned the courage to brave the crowd. I thought it was interesting that in this case, the DA had declined to forward charges, waiting to see what happened in the civil suit. Usually the process went the other way.
I saw an older couple moving quickly towards me. The man grabbed my shoulder and turned me around to face him.
"Dave you have to help her," he said. "I don't know what happened to her. She sure isn't the little girl I raised, but she's still the woman you married. I think it was a hormone imbalance or temporary insanity that led to it. But despite all of that, she loves you. She has maintained that throughout this nightmare."
"I'm not sure what I should do or even what I CAN do Mr. Miller," I said to him. He looked hurt. "I'm not really here to say anything about Tammy. From what I understand, I'm only going to be answering questions about the device. Besides that I have to be very careful what I say about Tammy personally because my words, if entered into the public record as part of this trial could affect my divorce." He looked as if I had punched him in the gut without warning.
"So things have gotten that bad?" he asked sadly. "When did I become MISTER MILLER instead of DAD?" It was a really awkward moment and for a second neither of us knew what to say.
"Her lawyer may have decided to ask you a few personal questions in reference to Tammy's character and personality. Since I'm warning you about them, you could instruct your friend's lawyer to allow them, or just to allow a couple of them before he objects," he said. "And as far as this divorce goes, it's really bullshit. There shouldn't be a divorce. The two of you should be going to counseling and working on putting this whole tragic incident behind you." He looked around as we both noticed the couple walking towards us at the same time.
"I think that you should walk into that courtroom and sit beside her," he continued. "I know that right now you're still shocked and hurt and angry about this whole thing, but dammit Dave, you have to put your petty feelings and ego aside here and stand by your woman."
"Are you harassing a witness?" asked a deeper voice. My soon to be ex-father in law was interrupted by another older man. This one also had his wife with him. "Leave him alone and just let justice prevail," said the newcomer. "Maybe I should alert the judge that you were out here trying to influence the witness to help your murderous whore of a daughter. Dave is the victim here. He's better off without that bitch."
Tammy's dad turned and punched the other man, Bob's dad, in the face. Within seconds the two sixty plus year old men were fighting and rolling on the ground in the parking lot while their wives hissed and spat at each other. I turned and continued towards the courthouse as the building's security squad descended on the scene and separated the combatants.
When I finally made it into the courtroom, Tammy's lawyer directed me to the bench where she sat. I shook my head and walked across to a seat in the third row of the opposite side. Two rows ahead of me, I saw a waterfall of crimson curls as Samantha took her seat.
Within a few moments the trial began. The lawyers postured and sparred as they went about presenting their cases. Samantha's lawyer started out by talking about Bob. He was described as a very popular local business owner and man of the people. The lawyer painted a picture of a Bob that made him seem nearly saint-like.
Then Tammy's lawyer refuted all of the accolades that his opponent had presented. He painted Bob as an evil and conniving sexual predator who lured unsuspecting women into kinky and bizarre sexual machinations while ignoring his own wife. He also threw in the fact that Samantha's sexual frigidity may have been what spurred Bob to pursue his extra-curricular relationships. He maintained that Samantha knew what Bob did and often threw other women to the wolves herself, so she didn't have to participate.
The reporters from the local and a few state and national papers were having a field day with the suggestive legal fireworks. They would undoubtedly sell an unbelievable number of papers before the case was over.
I wasn't called to testify for over an hour. My lawyer had arrived by then, and I told him about Mr. Miller's request. "Hell no," he spat. He ducked low, supposedly so he wouldn't distract anyone from Tammy's lawyer's soliloquy. He whispered something to Samantha's lawyer who nodded and whispered back.
Although, I wasn't on trial here, my lawyer had decided to come for the trial. He wanted to be here to prevent me from doing anything to hinder my efforts to divorce Tammy. He and Samantha's lawyer had shared information since Sam was also divorcing Bob.
I stepped up towards the witness stand and was sworn in. Tammy's lawyer made a big show of smiling at me as he came over to me.
"Can you state your name for the court and describe your relationship with the defendant and the unfortunate Mr. Enthrust?" he asked.
"My name is David Pike," I said calmly. "I was ... I am currently married to Tammy Pike. Bob Enthrust is my neighbor, golf buddy and until recently my friend."
"You've heard Mr. Enthrust described two different ways. To some he was described as being an angel and to others, he was close to being the devil himself. How did you feel about him?" he asked.
"Objection!" yelled Samantha's lawyer.
"On what grounds?" asked the judge.
"The witness is obviously hostile towards Mr. Enthrust because of the illicit nature of the relationship between Mr. Enthrust and Mrs. Pike," said Sam's lawyer.
"Sustained," said the judge.
Tammy's lawyer backed off and began another line of questioning. "Mr. Pike do you recognize this implement?" he asked me.
I looked at it. "Yes," I said. "I believe that I made it."
"How did you come to make it and when did you do so?" he asked.
"I guess I did it because I love Tammy," I said. I paused and shook my head. I squeezed my hands together while gritting my teeth. "What I meant to say is that I LOVED Tammy. So when she took up gardening, along with half of the women in our neighborhood, I wanted to support her hobby. One of her biggest problems was weeding in between smaller plants. And there were places that a rake or a hoe were simply too large. There was also the problem that we needed a lot of leverage. Being an engineer, I like to tinker so I went into our small shed to find one of our garden tools that I could modify to do the job. We are one of the few houses in our neighborhood that has a separate garage and shed.
We needed the shed to store lawn and garden supplies. I hate keeping that crap near my Mustang. Especially because Tammy is a great wife ... well ... I thought she was. But she tended to be kind of disorganized and a little sloppy. So I just figured that keeping my car stuff and the garden stuff separate was a good idea. It saved a lot of arguments. So anyway that day I stepped into the shed and almost knocked myself out.
I remember opening the door and there was a blinding flash of intense pain. I don't think I was truly knocked out but I was dazed and definitely knocked on my ass. It turned out that as usual Tammy had been remiss in putting her toys away. As I stepped into the shed, I stepped on the upturned end of a rake. The shaft had smacked me in the face.
Anyway, what I came up with a few days later was to take the rake and drill hole across the shaft at the opposite end. I mounted a long thin spike through the hole. I showed Tammy and some of the women in the neighborhood how to use it the next day. I called it "Pike's Pick," kind of like the car race. Anyway I made a few more of them for a couple of the other women in the neighborhood. And until a few weeks ago, I never thought about it again."
"So when was the last time you saw the one you made for your wife ... I mean your ex-wife?" Ne asked.
"Probably about a month ago," I said. I was tense for a couple of seconds as he looked at me and decided not to try to use me as a character witness for Tammy.
As I looked at the shaft of the rake and the gleaming spike that jutted from it, a chill went down my spine.
"I thought about trying to market it and even took one over to the local garden store, but they had too many ideas of how to alter it or improve it. And they all wanted me to do all of the work and give them most of the profits. One of those suggestions was to take the rake head off of the other end. And now, thinking back on it; that might have been a good suggestion. But, I just gave up on it. Tammy still had one and she used it in the garden a lot, but I lost interest in it."
"So how would you describe your ex wife? Is she an emotional person or... ?" he began. Before he could ask me anything else my lawyer again piped up.
"Objection," he said. "My client is currently in the process of divorcing his ex. Anything he says for or against her can be used against him in that case. It is also very unethical to ask a witness to answer questions like that during a time of deep emotional upheaval.
"He's here as an expert witness," spat Tammy's lawyer. "The two things he's an expert on are this thingie, and his wife. And we're done talking about the thingie."
As they argued I thought about his question. What kind of woman was Tammy?
When I first ran into Tammy, I was working my ass off in college. We were about the same age, but she didn't go to school. I had seen her around the campus at several parties, but she was an enigma to me. She made minimum wage working in a fast food restaurant near the school. I wondered what kind of woman knew most of the people our age in the school, but didn't consider going there herself?
Tammy was also pretty difficult to describe. She taught me a lot about grading a woman's looks. Tammy wasn't exactly what I'd call beautiful, but she wasn't a dog either. I guess I'd describe her as cute. I thought she wasn't the kind of woman who would ever stop traffic, but then too she also wouldn't stop a clock.
I think the main reason that some lucky guy hadn't scooped Tammy up already, was because she had kind of a reputation of being easy. She wasn't a slut by any means. She wasn't one of those girls who show up at a party, and go straight up to the rooms and fuck every guy who comes into her room. But it was pretty much established that if you took her out on a date, you were almost guaranteed to get laid.
She had dated and fucked a lot of my friends. I had even gone out on double dates with her as the date of some of my best friends it got to the point where we knew each other pretty well. Most of my friends that had dated her had no complaints. Some of them dated her several times. Others dated her off and on for long periods of times. All of them smiled when they mentioned her name.
Tammy had short brown hair back then. She's let it grow out over the past few years to the point that it's about shoulder length. She's short and while she isn't fat, she isn't thin either. Her waist is a little thicker than optimal, but not thick enough to be jiggly or off putting. Her legs are pretty thick too, but in the right light they're sexy. She has a big rounded butt and big breasts too and they're her best assets.
Because of those big jugs and big butt, Tammy stands above the girls that most men would consider plain and although she isn't pretty, she is sexy. There are times when a man will walk right by a pretty woman to get to a sexy one. So although Tammy very rarely had what anyone would call a boyfriend, she never lacked for male company.
There were times when we'd see each other and smile or wave, just to be polite, but for the first three years that I was in college, Tammy and I never dated. My last year though, that changed. It was on one of those rare weekend nights that Tammy didn't have a date. She decided to go to a party on campus that one of the frats was throwing. When Tammy showed up unescorted, one of the frat guys got the idea to hustle her up the stairs and into one of the rooms. He even tried to strong arm her up the back stairs.
Tammy called to me when she saw me. The look of fear on her face told me everything I needed to know. "Hey, Bart, Tammy's with me," I said. I couldn't think of anything else to say and Bart was huge. He was the Center on our football team. Bart was the biggest corn fed Iowa farm boy I have ever seen. Even today I'm pretty sure that I could probably use one of his old shirts as a car cover for my Mustang.
He just smiled and nodded at me, giving me the thumbs up sign and turned to look for another girl to take upstairs.
I just nodded at Tammy and went back to the main room. Tammy followed me. I was just about to ask another girl to dance, when I felt a hand on my arm.
"Dave, I'm here with you, remember?" she said. "If you start dancing with other girls, that gorilla will come back and try to force me to go upstairs to be one of their pincushions. So tonight, you're stuck with me."
She'd smiled as she said it and although I didn't consider Tammy, my type, I nodded, thinking that no good deed goes unpunished. The night went better than I expected. Tammy was easy to talk to and we were very comfortable with each other from the start. That was probably a combination of two factors: the first being that we had been on several dates with each other although not as each other's dates. And the second was that once again, I didn't think that Tammy was my type so there was no pressure for me to try to impress her.
We ended up having a great time. It made me wonder why I had never dated her. And just to show that we were on the same page, when we got ready to leave she looked at me.
"Dave, why didn't we ever date?" she asked. She had a very serious look on her face and her hand on my arm. It was almost as if she was desperate.
"Maybe it just wasn't in the cards," I said lightly. "But that doesn't mean it has to stay that way. Tammy would you like to go out sometime?"
"No!" she said with that very same serious look. "Dave, I don't want to go out "sometime." I want to go out with you tomorrow night." Then she looked down at her watch. "Actually it's after midnight so I mean tonight."
That evening was our first date. We ran into a friend of mine who was out on a first date with a new girl. He smiled and nodded at me but I had no idea why. He asked if we wanted to double, but Tammy quickly told him that we were doing something with her parents.
"Dave, I wanted to go out with you, ALONE," she said. "I don't want to go to a club. I don't want to go to a party. I just want the two of us to get to know each other, better. And we did. We saw a movie together. It was one of those blood and guts horror movies. I let Tammy pick it and I think she chose that movie just so she could grab onto me and hold my hand. My arm spent so much time between those big soft breasts that I had a hardon throughout the movie. Then we had dinner in a small intimate restaurant and finished up with a walk along the river.
We ended up back at my place where we exchanged lots of soft wet kisses. Before I knew it, I found myself in the warmest most willing pussy I had ever been in. Maybe it wasn't the tightest, but the way Tammy moved more than made up for it.
I knew then that things had changed. The first time we had sex that night was wild and crazy. Tammy literally let me do anything I wanted and she responded in kind. The movements of her hips mesmerized me and I had never cum that hard in my life. But the second time was the one that blew my mind. That time we didn't fuck, we made love.
Our mouths and tongues were entwined and we hugged our bodies together as our organs joined in a very sensual, very slow rhythm. It wasn't very fast; there was no frenzied movement, no bodies slamming together with speed or force; just a slow, unhurried pumping that went very deep. When we both came, her hungry pussy swallowed every drop and it was as if we could tell what each other was thinking. It was after midnight and Tammy got out of bed.
Seeing her boobs jiggling and swinging as she walked towards the pile of her clothes on the floor started my dick, rising all over again. The movement of her ass as it swayed back and forth and then spread as she bent over the pile of clothes, made me want to be inside of her all over again. She fumbled around in her clothes, found her phone, and made a call.
"Yeah mom," she said. "It's me. Lisa and Brandon got into a really big fight. She's all broken up about it. I'm going to spend the night with her and come home tomorrow. I love you too, Mom."
Then she padded her way back across the floor and got back in bed with me. We started gently kissing again and fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.
Over the next few weeks, things got complicated between Tammy and I. Several of my friends noticed that I was dating Tammy and commented on how much I was probably enjoying it.
My best friend Jeff Thomas even told me to let him know when I was done with her because he missed fucking her. He started talking about some of the things he'd done with her and heard about her doing. It started me to wondering exactly what I was getting into. On one hand I was beginning to really fall for Tammy. But on the other hand she kind of seemed like a real slut.
Tammy noticed the difference in my mood and asked about it.
"David, what's wrong?" she asked.
"Tammy, I know that you love me," I began. She went into shock. We had never told each other about our feelings. That was almost a huge mistake on my part. I almost let a cat out of the bag that I probably wouldn't have been able to put back in.
"I never said that," she blurted out angrily. "When you assume..." But she never finished her statement. She just looked up at me in confusion. "Davie, are you some sort of psychic?"
"It doesn't matter, because I think I love you too," I said. "But I keep hearing things from my friends and..."
"You're worried about being seen with the town whore, right?" she spat, almost in tears.
"You're right Davie. Guys talk about me. I've dated a lot of guys. I've had sex with a lot of guys. I like sex. You certainly don't seem to mind fucking me. Why is it that a guy who screws around is a stud, but a girl who does the same thing is a slut?" She looked at me with tears running down her face.
"Okay, Davie, I get it," she said. "You're tired of fucking me too. You want someone new or maybe no one at all. So as a way to get away from me, you're throwing my past in my face. I wish I could throw yours at you, but the girls you've dated all told me how nice you are. Not that I needed them to tell me that. But I'll make it easy on you. You don't have to date me anymore and I'll let everyone know that it wasn't your fault. And if you ever..."
"If you ever shut up, maybe we could talk about this," I said putting my hand over her mouth.
"Tammy, I don't care about the past," I said. "I'm worried about the future."
She just looked at me strangely. "What future? Can you see the future? Is that another one of your psychic abilities?"
"Our future, Tammy!" I said.
"You still want to date me?" she asked. She wiped away the tears and her smile lit up the room.
"No, Tammy," I said. "I don't think that will work."
"Oh," she said almost in tears again. I began to see how much control I had over her emotions. I realized then that she really did love me as much as I already knew.
"Tammy, I was thinking that maybe you and I should be exclusive. And that maybe when I graduate in a few months we should get engaged, but I'm kind of worried about..." Before I could finish talking she was in my lap and had her arms wrapped around me.
"But I'm kind of worried about..." I was able to slip in between kisses.
"Stop worrying," she said kissing me again. "Davie, I would never cheat on you. I've never cheated on anyone. I've never been in a relationship with any of the guys I dated. We went out, we had sex. As a matter of fact I want you to think about something. Of all the guys I dated, have you ever heard about me screwing any guy while I was dating another?"
I had to admit that I hadn't.
"Of course you haven't because I've never done it," she chirped. "And Davie, there's something special about you. You're my first boyfriend. The rest were just guys I dated with no strings. But you're also the first guy I've ever spent the night with. Every other guy, I just had sex with, and then he went his way and I went mine. When the sex was over there was no reason to be around them.
But with you Davie, I dream of just lying there in your arms. I love waking up with you. Ask all of your friends if I ever actually slept with any of them."
It made sense. It was probably the reason that I knew the things I knew.
She was looking at me with a sort of desperation in her eyes. "I believe you," I said.
"So, I'm officially your girlfriend?" she asked excitedly. I smiled and nodded. "And I can tell people and everything?"
"Yes," I said smiling.
"Are you ready for the test?" she asked.
"What test?" I asked.
"There are three parts," she said. She pulled her sweatshirt over her head and lifted her big breasts out of her bra. "Suck these," she said. I passed the first part of the test with flying colors. For the second part of the test she sucked my dick until I was dying to cum, but she wouldn't let me.
For the final part of the test she wrapped he legs around my waist and fucked me like crazy. Tammy and I had sex pretty often. She was always spending the night with me after our dates, but that day we broke new ground. It was also the first time we tried anal sex.
I was sure it was painful for her. So I tried to stop, but she insisted. "I need you to have something that no one else has ever had," she said.
"Tammy, Honey, I already do," I said. She looked at me again. "I have your heart," I told her.
"And you have the rest of me too, Davie," she said. "I am your property. I belong to you from now on. I had to fuck a lot of frogs to find you, but I found my prince. I'm not going to do anything to break us up."
There were some people who were very happy for us. Tammy's parents seemed to be ecstatic. I was the first man she had ever brought home to meet them. I think that both her mom and her dad had heard rumors about her around town and seeing her in what seemed to be a stable relationship made them feel better.
Her closest girl friends were also happy for her if not a little bit surprised. That surprise was magnified when she abruptly stopped going to parties or anywhere without me. She didn't even go out on their girl's nights. "Why the hell would I want to?" she asked. "The whole point of girl's nights is to go out and meet some guys. I've got mine."
There were also a few girls who weren't quite as happy for her. They included some of the girls I had dated and few others who thought of Tammy as a slut and didn't think she deserved a good guy.
But by far the most upset about us were my friends, including my best friend Jeff. A group of them spoke to me at school about it.
"What the hell are you thinking, Dave?" asked Jeff. He seemed to be the spokesperson for the group. "Tammy isn't the kind of girl you want to get tied down to. You date her for a while and then you move on to someone more suitable. Then someone else has her. Or if you're between relationships, Tammy is your girl."
"Maybe that's the way it was," I said. "But it's not the way it is. From now on, Tammy is all mine."
"That slut will cheat on you the first chance she gets," he said.
"Jeff, we've been friends since we were wearing short pants," I said. "And I appreciate your concern, but don't call her a slut again."
"I'll call that whore a slut or anything..." He abruptly stopped talking when my fist hit his jaw. Jeff and I had come to blows a few times over the years. We were both fairly athletic. I ran track and cross country and Jeff was a serious baseball player with aspirations of becoming a pro. My first punch had rung his bell and Jeff was loopy. He was also enraged.
"You thelfith thon ob ah visch," he screamed. I guess having his jaw rapidly swelling up had affected his ability to properly enunciate his curse words. He swung at me wildly but my starting gun honed reflexes from all of those track meets helped me. I sidestepped and Jeff punched the brick wall behind me so hard that I swore the building moved.
Jeff started screaming in pain and jumping up and down holding onto his right arm. "Get him," he said to the other three guys who'd come with him. They looked confused and then took off running. Both of them apparently had better sense than Jeff did. As the three guys disappeared, I turned back to Jeff who was writhing on the ground in pain. I picked him up and hustled him over to my aging bit still powerful 1988 Mustang. That car was my first. It got me all the way from getting my license at 16, to graduating from college. My parents had bought it for me used, but I had never cared. I loved that car.
Jeff was so out of it that he barely understood what was going on. I drove him to the hospital on campus. I filled out his registration card in the emergency room and called his parents. I also called the baseball coach.
As it turned out, nothing happened to either of us. Originally, I was suspended from the track team for fighting and Jeff and the other three guys were suspended from the baseball team. The other three guys had their suspensions lifted because they showed good judgment in refusing to take part in the fight. My suspension was lifted, because I had showed leadership qualities in putting the fight behind me and taking Jeff to the hospital.
Jeff's suspension was lifted because he was off the team. Jeff had shattered three finger on his pitching hand and destroyed something called the metacarpophalangeal joints on the same three fingers. He also had a fracture of several of the bones in his wrist, and a spiral fracture of his radius and a posterior dislocation of his shoulder joint. It took four surgeries and a bunch of rods and pins to put Jeff's pitching arm back together. According to the doctors he would regain a very fragile but almost normal use of the arm eventually but with certain limitations. I thank the heavens that I moved, because with all the damage Jeff did to his hand and arm, I could just imagine what he would have done to me if that blow had landed.
Unfortunately one of those limitations was that Jeff would never throw a baseball again. He would also have to rethink his career, because baseball had been Jeff's true focus. Most of his classes had been geared towards that and a career in physical training as a fall back. Since Jeff wouldn't be able to lift anything heavier than seven pounds without damaging his right arm. He would also be limited to activities with his right hand that didn't require a lot of fine motor control. Even Jeff's signature changed.
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I He stands behind me, gently pressing his body against mine. Slowly he explores with his hands, beginning at my hips and following the curve of my body until his hands find my breasts. I feel my flesh tingling, my breath coming faster, deeper. His caresses increase in intensity, becoming more urgent. He moves us forward against the wall, suddenly before us, and I feel his hardness pressing into me through our clothes. As if reading my mind, his hands move from my breasts and begin pulling at...
Straight Sex"oh my gawd"..."my son is gay" "but .." i try 2 say... "dont talk to me...MAYRA!!..." "wat?" "guess wat.. ur son and my son are gay..nd their little friend is to."they both started cryin and screamin at us. it made me sick ..dat my own mother is not acceptin my bi-sexuality."dats it.. ur goin to military skool". "fuck no, i aint goin nowhere!"me and joe left johnny's house and went to buy some clothes."joe im sorry", "why da hell r u apologizin?".."i dont kno". ahaha... then thats wen it...
Sleepsuckers Sleepsuckersby Dennis C. Lee ? Bebe woke up with the funniest feeling in her stomach. Usually when she woke up she was hungry for breakfast, but today she felt surprisingly full. ? As she got out of the warm bed and stretched her pert agile body she began wondering what exactly happened the night before. Here it was, a weekend, and was she really having the fun she told herself she would all week? Her and her friend Alicia had gone out; that much she remembered. They'd...
This girl I knew from school pulled up her shirt and showed me her tits. Chelsea was a cheerleader and normally never even gave me a second look. That's when I knew I was just having a sexy dream. Since turning sixteen I'd finally gotten my subconscious trained so that most times when I had a sexy dream I could go on long enough to enjoy it, but wake up in time to keep from making a mess in my jams, or worse. I always slept in boxers, so my hard-on found it pretty easy to poke out the front...
My 60th entry in Fictionmania! How they do add up when you're having fun! This story portrays fictitious teenage kids experimenting with sex. It's their own idea, but anyone offended might just keep repeating "It didn't really happen, it didn't really happen," until they're persuaded that it doesn't really happen. Or else not read it. All others, enjoy! Sleepover By Vickie Tern "Is that you, Tim? ...
Introduction: The nightmare continues as Adam tries to break lesbian Lila. Will she submit? Lila squirmed in her confines as Adam approached her, his demeanor hadnt exactly been sunshine and cuddles before, but now it seemed to grow even darker. His bright blue eyes had lost their humor and light, and instead had become filled with angry determination. Adam, please stop, She begged him. He said nothing and didnt even acknowledge that she had spoken. He crawled into the bed towards her and she...
Introduction: Lila and Luke get Adam thrown in jail, Good Guys 1, Bad Guys 0. Happily Ever After! Or is it . . . The semen inside of Lila was indeed Adams, the police confirmed. They made the arrest the next morning, he was less than happy. You bitch, He hissed at Lila. She watched them drag him into the police department, it took three officers to do it. Adam continued, You fucking whore. Youre lying! You fucked me and you know it! Lilas heart fluttered with fear. Luke sensed it and held her...
I have been thinking of making love to my chachi for long. I am so madly and deeply in love with her that I would like to marry her and have my babies in her. She is perfect, stands 5’4, up slightly above my shoulder. We make a perfect couple but I was the only one who thinks of this way until that one night, one double-sleeper bus journey. Most of us must have used or wish to use the night journey double-sleeper of a bus to have sex with any of your family relative (incest). It was one night...
IncestChapter 1 Vacation, when the kids were little, always meant camping in the mountains. Camping for us meant driving far enough away from civilization that we had at least one hundred yards in every direction with no one else around. It meant sleeping bags, with a tent for Mom and Dad, but the two kids out under the stars. It meant collecting downed wood for an evening campfire, and hot cocoa in the morning to help us warm up. It meant hikes, relaxing by a stream, and listening to all the quiet...
Introduction: For my dear friend, Marco. She sleeps at the foot of his bed, only to wake when he wishes her to. He stands over her, holding his hand on her shoulder. Breathing softly, he wills and whispers for her to wake, Wake up for me now my lovely whore She opens her eyes and smiles at the sight of her Lord and Master. He was grinning evilly and knocked her off the bed and onto the floor, holding his booted foot on her paper-thin silk blue blouse, just under her bust line. He pressed down...
Saturday night came and Maisie arrived to be welcomed by a smiling Ella. The two eighteen-year-olds had spoken just an hour earlier when Ella explained that Mrs L had invited her lady friend to stay over as well, and she would take part in disciplining them, which would speed things up. Ella said she called the friend Miss M, and she was younger than Mrs L, being about thirty-five years old, and was a lovely lady.Maisie had certainly been looking forward to the sleepover because she thought she...
SpankingIntroduction: Who Says Senior Cant Fall In Love With A Freshman? One fine day a girl named Chloe, a Freshman at Dessen High School, was hanging out in Spanish class with her friends when the new Senior, Kyle, walked into class. Hes only been at Dessen for about a month and hes already made a bunch of friends from the Cheer Squad and the entire Football Team. Hes tall, muscular, has sandy blonde hair, an eight pack, and biceps to match. He has aqua blue eyes and all the girls go crazy for him....
Introduction: A girl in a small town comes out as a lesbian, but her happiness it not long lived. A long time admirer soon seeks to show her what shes missing. It felt amazing, it felt . . . freeing. To be out, out at last! All those years, all those casual dates with boys, all those lies to her parents, and now she was out of the closet. She was a lesbian, and everybody knew. It felt fantastic. She had never liked boys. She didnt know why, exactly, but something about them repulsed her. They...
SLEEPOVERS SEAN WAS SECRETLY THRILLED with the developments next door.As he changed out of his uniform, his mind was racing. Obviously the thought of watching his neighbors have public sex was a turn-on. Like most men, Sean was a visual creature, and the sight of a naked woman, with all her curves and sensuality, could cause his pulse to race. The thought of that same woman being brought to climax before his very eyes was almost more than he could bear.But there was more than that, too.Sean had...
I was having a sleepover at my friends house. Me and Jenny both had sleepovers regularly. We went straight to her house after school. Our sleepovers are always pretty boring. Order some pizza, chat about boys, watch some tv. jenny's older blonde locks. I always admired her body, even though i was well developed for my age, i always wanted luscious curves like her... My feelings towards her confused me. Id look at her juicy lips and id want to kiss them. But i had a boyfriend, so i couldn't be a...
LesbianMy name is Mason Spence and this is my story about my best friend in high school, Luke Parker. I’m not sure where to start, so I guess I’ll start the first day we met each other. It was the first day of tenth grade and no one acted like they were happy to be back at school. I was only happy about the fact that I was now able to drive instead of taking that god-awful cram packed stinking old school bus that seemed to always break down. As I parked my mothers’ old sixty-nine Ford Falcon station...
Gay MaleLife can be utterly confusing, especially if you are an 18 year old hottie, in love with a man of the clothe. Read on!!! Rachel volunteered for a priest – a man of God. His name was Father David and he was a magnificent man, whose gigantic compassion for others was only equaled by the size of his cock. He was her mentor, and she was his Mary Magdeleine. Many months before when Rachel was only 18, she had met the Father late one night, while he was preparing for his Easter speech. She stayed...
I’m walking along Waikiki Beach down by the park, south of the hotels. It’s late, I’m a little d***k, and I’m trying to catch the last bus back to Pearl Harbor. If I miss it, I’ll have to walk back to my ship to get there before morning quarters, because the first bus doesn’t arrive in time. I’ve got a boner for no apparent reason (unfortunately), and it’s getting sore from rubbing on the inside of my jeans. I’ve recently lost my virginity to a B-Girl in the Philippines, where I also found out...
**[Sorry for publishing the story without an ending, but I will try to do a chapter every day :)]- - - - - - ** Im a young boy, im 22 years old, i start living by myself and because of that im feeling lonely :( Im new in this town, and i have no friends here, my job suck (it's a callcenter) i need to meet new people fast because im going crazy. I found this dating site MarryYourFuta, i will register here, and maybe il meet a nice and kind woman or maybe the love of my dreams, who know :) This...
TranssexualI received an education when my husband and I began dating that has taken me and our sexual relationship to a different level and knocked out some old myths for me. I enjoyed watching X-rated movies with him and thoroughly enjoyed the rewards afterwards and I have a few toys in my collection that get occasional use, but had no idea of the adventure I was about to encounter. I had always thought of myself as being a little on the wild side, but I have since figured out my idea of wild was really...
Chapter 1“So what brings you here today?”Daniel looked at the date coach. He wasn’t sure of his height, taller than himself for sure, who stood at a paltry 5’ 4”, even though he was already 23 years old. He’d been made fun of his whole life for his height, but he still had a good bit of muscle, and some fat on him, as he weighed about 150 pounds, with nary a hair on his body. The doctor on the other hand, still looked athletic and muscular through his button down shirt, and didn’t look a day...
The alarm went off at 6 AM, like it always did. I stirred groggily andlooked over at my fiancée Leah. She looked so scrumptious lying therethat I had half a mind to blow off work and make passionate love to her,but instead I gave her a little shake on the shoulder. She moaned thatshe was awake, and she padded off to the shower. Only having onebathroom in the apartment meant I was shaving while she was showering. Itwas hard to see in the steamed-up mirror, and sure enough, I nickedmyself.We...
Your Amateur Porn is one of the OG's! Amateurs have always been one of the best categories around. One of the reasons for this is the fact that amateurs are so damn sexy with their inexperience. They also tend to be a lot more personal and intimate, unlike professional porn stars. And of course, there’s the fact that there are just so many fucking amateur porn videos out there that it’s an unlimited source of sexual pleasure. And where can you find all those videos? Well, I’m glad you asked...
Amateur Porn SitesSubmit Your Flicks! Got it? The world of professional porn is always perfect and all that crap, which can get boring after a while… believe me. This is why, from time to time I prefer to browse the homemade section instead since we all know that the amateur community tends to post some of the weirdest yet most satisfying porn shit out there. If you share my opinion, and I am fucking sure you do, then you will enjoy what submityourflicks.com has to offer.There is no need for me to discuss the...
Amateur Porn SitesYourFreePorn.tv is a domain that sounds like yet another free porn tube. It’s such a perfect fit that I’d bet money was their original plan. It’s actually an amateur site, and it’s not entirely free. (Spoiler alert: you get a few free views per day before you’re suddenly cut off.)The logo at the top calls Your Free Porn “the Best Amateur Site of the Year!” It doesn’t say who gave them the honor, but I’m not too worried about it. I’m less concerned about awards and more about what’s on the menu....
Amateur Porn SitesYour Daily Porn Videos is a website that looks quite promising, right off the bat. I mean, there are tons of movies right there on the home page, and they are surely videos that you'd love to see, judging by the thumbnails. Not just you, or me, but I firmly believe that these are appealing to all men all around the world. Oh well, there also seems to be a lot of unnecessary info on the home page for some reason. First off, there's the tab where all the information about the twitter account of...
Free Porn Tube SitesSexy Porn, aka YourPorn.sexy (not youporn.sexy) is quite the name for a page, huh? You really had to let the people know that you've got the hottest movies up on your website with that domain name, did you? That's fine. I like how bold the person who came up with the name of the page was. However, this raises a single question. Are the movies here that great? Well, there's only one way to find this out, so, we will make our way inside Your Porn Sexy and see what kind of content hides within!The...
Free Porn Tube SitesBitch Your Famous! If I was writing this review for any other website, I’d probably start off by saying I’m about to ruin your day. The thing is, I know you sick fucks all too well. Bitchyourfamous.com definitely ain’t a website for everybody, but you’re going to love it if you’re the kind of freak who likes the seedier side of the Internet.Let me give you a word of caution before we dive right in. If you’ve got a weak stomach, a weak heart or a noble one, go watch something else....
Extreme Porn WebsitesYour Daily Porn Movies! Looking for a new source of full-length porn movies? Don’t know where to look for all of the most amazing pornos that the industry has to offer for free? Well, I wish I could help you if there was a place like that but… Oh wait, there’s a place that fits that description perfectly and it’s called YourDailyPornMovies.net. Now, I don’t think you need to wonder too much about what you’re about to find on YourDailyPornMovies.net since they have everything that you need for...
Free Porn Tube SitesYour Doll! Today, we’ve gathered here to talk about why you should go over to YourDoll.Com and buy a sex doll today. But first, the humor!Back in the early 2000s, I used to think sex dolls were cringy as fuck; then I tried fucking one. I still remember the first sex doll I ever touched. I damn near blew my lungs out, blowing her up. I didn’t have one of those air pumps, because I bought the damn thing out of the back of a dude’s truck. Long story short, I ran her through the wash to make sure...
Sex Doll ShopsBy EFon Chapter 5 : Setting up for a sleepover So much has happened in the past few days, and even more this morning, that I was almost dizzy. As best as I could work out I think I have inherited some kind of power over people who have tasted me. My sister drank a glass of milk with my cum in it after I jerked of a few days ago, and now she went from hating my guts to being my best friend and more. That and she actually sucked my cock when she thought I was sleeping one night, and...
Bridgit Mendler, Debby Ryan, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato, and Dove Cameron all met at Selena's apartment which she wasn't sharing with her ex-boyfriend Justin Bieber. All the guess were scheduled to arrive at her apartment at 5 pm with no dress attire which pretty much meant no clothes were allowed to be brought and looking at the letter the only girl that was shocked by the rule of no clothes was Dove who even though she was mature for her age (21) she was shocked that Selena requested that and...
SISSY SISTER SLEEPOVER by Throne Crocket was so nervous. The only people who had seen him in his sissy persona of Cricket were a few friends of his mother, Marion. Now she had invited a new female friend, who was bringing someone male along with her. Crocket was a short, college-aged boy. His mom had detected his girly tendencies early on. He had two older brothers, now grown and moved out. When the second of them had left, two years before, she had called Crocket to his...
I am writing a series of chapters as a prequel to the Ninaseries. Don’t check continuity too closely as now she has a daughter and lived away from home for a while. However I hope you enjoy the extra chapters. Here is the first. The words were still ringing in 37 year old Nina’s ears. Her Mum had berated her. “That daughter of yours needs a good telling off and then a good hard spanking. She is 17 years old and the sooner you take control of her the better behaved she will be. Take a hairbrush...
SpankingHi Friends! Thank you for looking in on my little story! I'd like to say that everything you are about to read is all made up, but this is pretty much the whole true story of my small town adventure during a sleepover at my neighbor Amber's house. Amber & I were 15 at the time, sophomores at our High School. If you have read my other stories, I try to put a time line in the beginning so you know where I'm coming from. The Wendy-High story took place year after this sleepover at Amber's...
AN INVITATION TO A SLEEPOVER Joshua was a very religious man. At least, that is what most of his family and friends in the neighborhood thought of him. Actually, Joshua was a little twisted way down deep inside. He knew all the words of the Good Book and never hesitated to use them to make a point. Poor Joshua's weakness was his proclivity to young girls with bouncy butts. He was not a pedophile, at least not in the legal sense, because he preferred those nubile youngsters in the eighteen to...
Introduction: Lila sets a trap for her rapist. Will he take the bait? Lila felt numb. In place of a burning rage there was now a cold, icy hatred. Adam had dropped her off at her house and schmoozed her parents like nothing had happened! Then again, she had done the same. She was already planning again, and she didnt want them to know about it. She persuaded Adam to pick her up a morning after pill. After telling him how much more fun their honeymoon would be if she wasnt pregnant in a sultry...
Stalking Chelsea By Wholeman Confession I couldn't help myself. Chelsea Charm's breasts were hypnotically drawing me to them. Large breasts have always been my greatest fantasy. I grew up in a family where the females are all hugely busted, so you can imagine my disappointment when coming of age, I discovered that it wasn't normal for all women to have big breasts. I know it is an obsession but I swear I meant no harm. I just love huge breasts. One day I discovered Chelsea...
Freezing rain pelts agains the window as you dump your backpack on the bed and direct a tired glare at your roommate. "No, I'm not leaving. This is absurd and you know it." "Come on," she says in a tone that somehow managed to sound both pleading angry, "I've been trying to set this up for weeks! Can't you just let me have it?" "Taylor..." You pinch the bride of your nose as you try to figure out how to explain just how insane this is. "Even if I were willing to let you kick me out of our...
FetishI peek cautiously around the bedroom door. She appears to be sleeping peacefully. I creep into the room and approach the bed. I see the bottle of sleeping pills on the bedside cabinet. She takes one every night and she’s out for the count until the morning. Nothing can wake her. Still, my heart is thumping as I stand beside her, looking down at her, half expecting her to look at me with a confused look on her face, even though she’s unconscious. “What are you doing?” she would ask. This is...
'What a sleepover it has been so far,' sixteen-year-old Megan Fremont said to herself as she slid into her sleeping bag.Not a few hours ago she was bustling around her room packing her backpack for the upcoming sleepover. It was the end of the school year and when it commenced in the Fall she and her friends would be seniors and that alone was cause for a celebration. She had not attended a sleepover since she was a little girl and was so looking forward to this one.Her biggest problem was...
LesbianThis is part 3 of the Story of Debbie, Jenny, and the twins. This story introduces Jenny's friends. Please read "Babysitting the Twins Again" and "Babysitting the Twins Again - Part 2 - Sweet Sixteen" for the precursory stories. Cast of Characters: Billy and Bobby -- 15 year old identical twins. Smart, handsome, tall, athletic, horny. Willing to break a few rules… well actually, all the rules. Debbie - 22 year old "star" of part 1, Tall norse goddess... Had a little trouble...
On the last Saturday of the month the senior cheerleader squad headed to Tonya's house for their regular sleepovers, and Brittany couldn't wait. Of all the parent's houses, it was a preferred destination for all of them.Tonya's basement resembled a nightclub complete with shag carpet, video games, pool table, recessed lights and of course a bar. Tonya's dad had disabled the beer taps and locked up the liquor, but the soda dispenser still worked and the girls were invited to help...
TabooSleepover By Harry Krytzer The Harvest Moon was shining so brightly as to make it seem like dawn, but the subdued quality of the light made it a comfortable brightness. The gurgling spa jets below him carried a backbeat to the whole scene. She floated up behind him, touching him on the hip and then kissing him on the shoulder. "What was in the package from France?", she asked. He responded slowly, "nylons". She moved her hand lower, cupping his balls in...
"What's going on here?" Vanessa Hudgens asked Alyson Michalka as they walked past a trio of teenage girls. "Is this why you couldn't go out tonight?""AJ's having a sleepover and I got roped into keeping an eye on them since my parents are out of town," Aly explained."How cute," Vanessa said, letting her eyes wander from AJ to Selena Gomez and finally to the third member of the sleepover, Demi Lovato."Hi Vanessa," AJ said. "We're going to watch School Of Rock if you guys want to join us.""Ooh,"...
"What's going on here?" Vanessa Hudgens asked Alyson Michalka as they walked past a trio of teenage girls. "Is this why you couldn't go out tonight?""AJ's having a sleepover and I got roped into keeping an eye on them since my parents are out of town," Aly explained."How cute," Vanessa said, letting her eyes wander from AJ to Selena Gomez and finally to the third member of the sleepover, Demi Lovato."Hi Vanessa," AJ said. "We're going to watch School Of Rock if you guys want to join us.""Ooh,"...
Hi, My name's Matt. I have a problem and I need advice. I'm 15 and I live with my parents and sister, Michelle, who at 14 is a year younger than me. I'm medium height, dark-haired and athletic, and I'm in both the school cross-country team and the football team, where I play fullback or wingback. Although I'm a virgin, I'm pretty sure I'm gay. Although I'm happy to be their friend, the girls in my class don't interest me romantically, even though some of them have made it pretty...
Ive had a crush on my best friend hailee for years, ever since our first sleepover. We were in the 4th grade and she invited me over her house to watch some movies, i said yes and came over at about 9, she told me her mom was at work and that we had we had 4 hours to have some fun. By fun i thought she meant watching t.v, and playing dolls or something. Needless to say i was so wrong, we played truth or dare. The game went from “i dare u to drink toilete water” to “i dare u to touch me "down...
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