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This fourteen year old redhead had shown me what making love was all about, and just yesterday she had been a virgin with my pole up her pussy for the first time ever.
I slipped my dick out of her slippery pussy and pulled the condom off and tossed it off to the edge of the blanket. With my dick resting lazily now between her thighs, we spooned tighter and fell asleep.
Sam had beaten me at my own game, she had given me pleasure where I had always been the giver.
When we woke up it was still dark out but the sky was graying and sunrise was not far away.
I rolled Sam over to lay on her back and she smiled up at me, “you’re awesome Rick,” she said.
“No, you’re the one, you gave me more than I have ever gotten from a woman, where in the hell did you ever learn to do that to a man?” I asked her.
“You’re going to laugh at me when I tell you, but I read an article in a magazine last year, it was so hot to read what this woman was describing how she made love to her husband.
I kept it and read it every day for nearly six months, I would read it and rub my pussy and rub my breasts until I would cum all over my hand.”
“I still have this article and can recite it word for word. I was hoping to one day have a lover who would let me make love to him the way it was described in this article. When I walked in the bunkhouse yesterday and saw you lying there with your long yellow hair all over your pillow and you long cock sticking up like an oil derrick, I knew at that instant I had found the person I wanted to make love to just as the article described.”
“I cried tears of joy when you spooned up to me and put your big cock in me, I had lived my fantasy two days in a row, and both times you had your cock in my pussy, making me feel the joy of becoming a woman.”
“In four years I’ll be eighteen and I want you to know right now, I plan to have your baby. Don’t tell me no, don’t even say anything, just listen to me.”
“Charli and I love our parents more than we could ever tell them or anyone for that matter. We’ve never seen the outside world except for a few weeks of vacation scattered over fourteen years.”
“We both know we could leave the ranch when we’re grown and more than likely find someone to love, but we don’t want to leave, this is our life, this is our world. We’ve both said that if we ever marry, it will be to someone that will live here and be happy to raise a family and live a life just as we have been raised.”
“You have four years to decide if you want to give me that son my dad wanted, you have four years to decide if you will let me raise your son. I don’t care if he has red hair or yellow hair as long as he has your heart, of course it would be good for him some day if he inherited your big cock.” Sam smiled and snuggled up to me.
Twice I started to say something, but I didn’t know what to say, so I just kept my mouth shut. I had four years to think of an answer.
Sam and I took the blanket and went to the loft door at the back of the barn. We sat down and pulled the blanket up on our shoulders as the cool morning air whipped past us.
The dark had turned to gray, and the light was chasing the gray into the western horizon. The shadows were coming out of hiding now as the darkness left and the light came. Soon the sun would be up and a new day would be beginning.
Sam and I went down the ladder and over to the ranch house, the others were still asleep and we went in to take a shower. When we had showered, we came to the kitchen and Sam wanted to cook breakfast for everyone, so I helped her and we cooked enough for an army.
Lisa and Gail came in and smiled at us, then they went down the hall toward the bathroom. Randy and gene came in smiling like they had been telling jokes, they had taken showers in the bunkhouse, and sat at the table drinking coffee as Sam and I finished piling the food on the table.
Gail and Lisa came in and Randy and Gene grabbed then in a big hug and pulled their wives onto their laps.
Emily, Beth and Charli all came fresh from the shower in the bunkhouse too, and grabbed a glass of orange juice off the counter and gulped it down.
Everyone sat around the big kitchen table and ate like starved dogs, looking up now and then to smile at each other, glancing to see who was smiling at who.
No one had said much more than a few mumbled ‘morning’s’ when Randy spoke to me.
“Rick you would make one helluva ranch hand, you can ride, you can shoot, and you can cook. If you ever decide you want to come over this way and do a little ranchin’ let Gene and me know, we both owe you a lot and would love to have you for a neighbor. We both have been thinking that we would expand the operations now that the girls are old enough to take over some of the business details for us.” Randy said.
“Rick, Randy is speaking for both of us, we owe you more than we could ever tell you, and we would be glad to set you up in the business, expand the operations to about double and make you a partner.” Gene told me.
“We know that you have a lot of schooling to do yet, and a lot of living too, you just take your time and we will hold the offer open until you look us in the eye and tell us ‘no thanks’, deal?” Randy said and stood to shake my hand across the table.
“Deal” I said as I shook Gene’s hand also.
You would have thought we were on a TV game show the way the females were all clapping and cheering us on.
Emily told them she had something she wanted to bring up with the grownups and that all of us had talked it over.
“We were thinking how we’ll all miss Rick now that we have gotten to know him. We were wondering if there might be some way for him and his family and maybe some of his friends to come out for a long weekend on Thanksgiving. We thought that it would be fun to throw a big party and invite those who would like to spend a weekend on a ranch without clothes, to come out and join us.” Emily said, looking around at her parents and her uncle and aunt also.
No one said anything for a while and I could tell that the girls were just about to put the begging plan into action, when Lisa stood up. “I think that’s a wonderful idea, I’m in, and we can plan all the details in plenty of time to make for everyone to make plans to be here.”
“I’m in too and I know that Randy and Gene would love to see a lot of naked women here with us for a long weekend, all in favor, raise their hands,” Gail laughed.
Everyone raised their hands and cheered again, and all of us teenagers smiled to each other, proud of the way it all came about.
When we all got up from the table, Lisa and Gail said they would clean the kitchen since Sam and I had cooked. Lisa pulled me over to the side and kissed me on the cheek, and told me that she and Gail had gotten up early and looked at all the pictures, downloaded them to Gail’s computer and made a copy on CD for Lisa as well. She told me that they had decided that all the pictures were excellent and that the whole family deserved to see them if I had no big objections. She told me that the digital camera was in the bunkhouse with my bags if I wanted to take more pictures.
I went out to see where all the girls went and to see what the plan for the day was. I found them all huddled up at the bunkhouse porch and they told me that they had all talked it over and decided if I wanted to we would ride the ATV’s.
“That sounds great to me, we have about six hours before we have to pack up and go meet Mom.”
Beth and Sam decided they were going to drive, so we got the Kawasaki out and put gas in it, then Beth backed a Polaris Ranger out. This one is built more like a small Jeep than a four wheeler. After making sure they were full of gas and had enough air in the tires, we all set out back down the trail that led to the big hay barn.
As soon as we had gone over a small rise and was temporarily hidden from the ranch house, Beth and Sam stopped. Charli wanted to ride me like Emily had on Friday if I would let her. I told her that I forgot to get any condoms, we’d have to go back first. Beth grinned and held up the digital camera, unzipped the side pouch and four rubbers fell out.
I looked at Charli and said, “Where and how”
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Charli looked at me and said, “On the Kawasaki and deep.” Which the other girls thought was hilarious, and I smiled at her too as I stepped over the seat in a now familiar position.
Charli was almost an exact copy of her twin, though they didn’t look exactly alike in their facial features, most people thought they were identical twins. You would have to be around them for a while and know who is who before you could tell the difference. I knew them well enough by now that I knew who I was talking to or which one was fucking me at any given time.
The three things that I most noticed the had in common was number one their long red hair, the next thing that stood out with obvious appeal was their huge, firm erect breasts. They weren’t just huge, they were magnificent, if you could have inverted a large funnel and covered it in soft skin with scattered freckles, then you would be close. They both possessed these huge breasts that pointed straight out from their rib cage in a symmetrical cone shape.
Probably some expert on womens breasts would say that they failed the perfect breasts category miserably because they didn’t have nipples. But they do have nipples, you have to know how to coax them out to operating size.
I was getting good at this since I had the two of them to experiment on.
Charli like her twin Sam, was an exceptionally sexy girl and had an exceptional appetite for my hard dick. Just one day into her life as a non-virgin, and just one fuck notched on her chastity belt, Charli knew exactly how she wanted her second fuck to be. She was not shy about explaining it either.
“Rick, I want Emily to drive for us, she knows the ups and downs ‘pardon the pun’, and she knows what will be best for me as well as you since she gave her cherry to you this way.” Charli said.
“Beth knows more about the digital camera now than any of us, so I want her to take the pictures. Sam came out of the barn this morning smelling fresh fucked at daylight, so she can just wait her turn.” Charli said with a grin toward her sister who smiled and ducked her head.
“If you will kind sir, please prepare for condom application. Sam I will let you do the honors and no loitering either,” Charli told her sister.
If you’re fourteen and almost a half years old, and you have an almost twelve inch dick that is as big as a Coke can from knob to hair, then you can bet you have a hard on, I did.
Sam wet me with her mouth, then she rolled the rubber down my long hard dick, Charli leaned up close and I licked her pussy, then she settled herself across my thighs, a leg on each side and her pussy nudging my dick about half way down as it stood at attention between us.
Emily hit the throttle with her thumb and the Kawasaki engine roared and vibrated the frame of the ATV, then shut it back off. Charli looked me in the eye and let herself down until she had the head of my dick inside her wet lips. She took her hand and smeared my dick back and forth through her pussy lips, then placed him back in his favorite position, just inside a girls pussy lips. Beth, the director and camera girl was snapping pictures as fast as she could.
Charli turned her head and told Emily, ‘Ladies, start your engines’.
Emily started again with a roar, then she dropped the RPM’s and shifted into low gear with a jerk and a lurch forward, which made Charli drop on me as she took about a third of my dick in her wet pussy.
Emily gunned the engine and we were off in a cloud of dust and a wild ride through ecstasy. Charli had her hands on my shoulders to steady herself as she half stood half, sat over me and my raging hard on. I held her by the hips and soon she was able to ease her body down by relaxing her knees.
The dust was bad as the wind blew in the direction we were traveling, keeping the dust moving along with us.
Emily gave the engine more gas which caused more vibration, which caused Charli to lower her pussy more. Charli and I both knew she had taken the full length of my dick yesterday as she lay across the small tree trunk, and we were both determined to get full penetration today too.
Charli grinned at me and raised first one then the other of her legs, leaving her impaled on my dick. As I looked down between us, she slowly slid down to rest her butt cheeks on my groin.
Charli looked at me and smiled, she was happy, I was happy, and dick was happy. I had to assume pussy was too as she sucked and clamped my dick in a flurry of moves that left me in wonder of her.
We soon had to go back so we could go meet Mom, I hated to leave and they all told me they hated to see me go.
It didn’t take me long to pack my things, I hardly even wore any of the clothes Mom packed for me.

“Rick tell me all about your stay at the ranch and about those four beautiful girls. The twins are just adorable and it took me about two minutes to realize the four of them are head over heels in love with you,” Mom said when we had gotten out on the road and headed east toward Masonville.
“Mom, I’m so full of things to tell you that I don’t even know where to begin, I’ll try to tell you about my incredible stay at the ranch as it happened, but I may not get it all in order.” I said. “Mom, I have to tell you first that I spent the whole weekend naked, along with all the others and it felt so good, just like the resort but even better because there was so much to do.”
“They wanted me to tell you that if we do all go out there Thanksgiving, it will be clothing optional, just as the resort, but mom it was a thrill to ride the horses naked. I sure hope we can all go back. I was thinking of maybe asking Will and his dad Bill if they could meet us there, they only live about an hour from the ranch, what do you think about that?” I asked mom as she drove. I cut my eyes over to see her reaction and caught a smile on her face.
“That sounds good to me, I’ll let you do that and you can explain to them about the clothes, then if Bill backs out, I won’t be embarrassed about asking him to spend a weekend naked with me.” Mom said and laughed out loud.
“Shit mom, there isn’t a man on earth that wouldn’t love to spend a weekend naked with you, unless he was gay.” I told her
“Watch your language young man, you may be the stud but you’re still my young son and I’ll be forced to spank your naked butt if you keep it up,” mom said with a chuckle and a glance my way.
“I may just cuss now so I can get naked with you then.” I laughed and teased mom.
“I’m the adult here and if there is any dirty talking to be done, I’ll do it. So just don’t force me to punish you or I’ll do more than talk dirty to you young man.” Mom said and laughed again.
Mom was feeling frisky now and I could tell we were going to have a good trip home.
“Did you take plenty of pictures of the ranch so you could show me?” mom asked.
“Yes, I think I took about ten of the ranch and some of the scenery along the creek where we spent a lot of time.” I said.
“Mom, would you be offended if you saw a few pictures of me naked with the four girls you met today?” I asked her.
“I’m sure if you spent the whole time you were there without your clothes, you will have some of you naked, no I wouldn’t be offended,” mom said.
“Would you be offended if some of them were taken while we were having sex once or twice, and by the way I used a lot of the rubbers you packed in my bag.” I said trying to prepare her for what was coming when she saw the pictures.
“I knew that you couldn’t go three days without wanting to put your monster organ into some lucky girl, or woman, so I wanted you to be prepared.” Mom said, and I felt better about telling her that there were probably over four hundred pictures of us in some sort of sexual position.
“Would you be offended if there were a few close-ups of us using some of the rubbers?” I asked, once again cutting my eyes over to her as she drove.
“Rick, are you telling me that you and the four girls fucked naked and took pictures as you did?” Mom glanced at me as she asked.
“Yes Ma’am, I guess that was what I was trying to tell you, but I didn’t want you to be disappointed with me for letting it happen, we just got so wrapped up in what we were doing that it just seemed natural at the time to let it happen.” I was trying to explain and knew I wasn’t doing a very good job of it.
“When we get home, you and I will go to my computer and download them and you can tell me all about each one, will that be OK?” Mom asked.
“Yes and we may have to have a sip or two of that muscadine wine before we do if that’s OK with you.” I said hopefully.
“Sounds like a deal to me, when we get home, I’ll chill a bottle while we get you unpacked and your clothes washed and ready for school tomorrow.” Mom said.
The wine won’t have time to chill much if that is all we do, I thought, knowing I didn’t have any dirty clothes except what I wore going there and coming home.
Mom was dressed in some khaki shorts that weren’t any of my favorite for her to wear, but they were what she wore shopping and out in public. She had on a tank top with some more wide straps on her shoulders too, so I knew she was wearing one of those workout, or sport bras I think they are called. One time I called it a training bra and she told me right away that she was past wearing training bras. I had to explain that I meant a bra that was worn while training.
Seeing my mom after being gone for part of three days, made me realize how much I loved her, not only as my mom and best friend ever, but as the woman that has guided me, schooled me, and even gave me lessons in making love.
I started thinking of the night we made love in the hot tub and mom got all hot and told me how she wanted to be fucked and how she was going to fuck me, shit that was hot that night. Thinking of it now is making me hot again, and I feel dick thinking about it too.
“Mom can I sleep with you tonight?” I asked her.
“I was thinking the same thing Rick, I’m glad you brought it up. I was just thinking about the last time we made love, well if I remember right, I told you to fuck me, that we could make love another time. We were in the hot tub, do you remember?” Mom said.
“I was just now looking at you sitting there, the most beautiful mom in all of Texas, and I thought of that night also, mom that was one hot, wild night wasn’t it?” I asked
“Yes, and you need to stop talking about it now, or we may not get home for a while.” Mom added.
I turned in the seat and put my back to mom, then slipped my shoes off and put my feet in the seat on the passenger side, I leaned back and lay my head in her lap and looked up at her between her perky breasts.
“Mom is it OK if I lay my head in your lap like I did when I was a little kid.” I asked after I did it.
“Well, since you’re already there, yes but you keep your hands to your self, I have to concentrate on driving,” she said.
“Mom I think maybe your breasts may be growing some, have you noticed that?” I looked up at her as I asked.
“No I haven’t noticed that at all, and I can see where this is going. You want me to say no, so you can get me to let you see them naked so you can tell for sure, is that right?” she busted me with that.
“Well I thought it was a good idea at the time, I always like looking at your beautiful breasts.”
“Since when have you stopped calling them tits and started calling them breasts, did the girls gang up on you and tell you they preferred breasts to tits?” mom asked with a smile down at me between her breasts.
“Well they didn’t really tell me not to call them tits, but they all used the word breasts and so did their mom’s,” I hope she didn’t catch that. But she did.
“So, you were discussing breasts with their moms also?”
“Well, we did have a short discussion where the subject came up.” I said.
“Well, during that discussion about breasts was that all that came up?” she asked and smirked down at me this time.
“Never mind, you can tell me all about it tonight, Bonnie is going to Molly’s after you get home, she wants to see you first though.” Mom told me.
“Good, I missed her really bad too Mom,”
I wanted to talk about mom’s breasts some more, I reached up and fondled her right breast through the two thick layers of cloth. Dayuummm, my moms breasts are so sexy and feel so good in my hand. I just knew she was going to slap my hand away any second now, but she didn’t.
“Mom?”
“Yes Rick?”
“Do you think if I raised your shirt and bra up over your breasts and just looked up at them and didn’t touch them that you wouldn’t get too distracted?”
“Rick you know that someone driving along here may see me with my breasts exposed and think I was flashing them.”
“Have you ever done that before Mom?”
“Yes, your aunt Karen and I did that all the time when we learned to drive and dad would let us take the old truck to town.”
“You did it in town, weren’t you afraid that someone would tell grandpa?”
“NOOOoo, We would never have been that brave, we always went out on the road going out of town the other way to do that.” Mom said and giggled.
“Was that the most daring thing the two of you ever did?”
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Shannon’s House, Arva, Ontario 4:26pm, Monday, December 24, 1979 “How was practice, guys?” Eda asked as Andrew, Wayne, Jon, Andy and I walked in the foyer of Shannon’s large farm house. “Oh! My! God! You wouldn’t believe the dunks these two guys were throwing down before we actually practiced,” Andy bellowed as he did a three-sixty spin jump with a two-handed pretend throw-down. “Yeah, Andrew did a nifty, between his legs to a reverse, two-handed jam, which was beyond incredible!” Wayne...
Introduction: Collin, a Business School Graduate, goes to Japan, hoping to find his dream job. What he finds instead, is a whole different life, based upon his dreams and nightmares, in a situation that he thought no longer existed in Japan. Tales of an American Geisha-Slave-Boi Disclaimer Copyright, 2012, Patricia Steel ([email protected]) Do whatever you want with this story, only keep my name attached, please. Please report any and all orgasms arrived at through reading and masturbating...
Ms. Americana story this time. I?m still experimenting with different form of stories, plots etc, searching for the formula that fits me the most. If you have any thoughts, don?t be afraid to write at: [email protected]. Americana belongs to Mr. X Ms. Americana: A slut is born Ms. Americana almost finished her usual night patrol through the Delta City. She kicked some pimps and criminals, saved two innocent girls from rape and found a hideout of the famous bank robbers. It was fruitful...
I have a cool job that allows me to travel, see new places and meet people from all over the world. Each year in April, I get a visit from two Japanese businessmen, Raizo Kinjo and his younger b*****r, Hayato . They leave Japan and travel the world in search of merchandise to purchase for their f****y business. They are very small men and I tower over them like a giant. I am their protector when they are with me. The Kinjo b*****rs love American women. When they visit they expect me to provide...
I have a cool job that allows me to travel, see new places and meet people from all over the world. Each year in April, I get a visit from two Japanese businessmen, Raizo Kinjo and his younger brother, Hayato . They leave Japan and travel the world in search of merchandise to purchase for their family business. They are very small men and I tower over them like a giant. I am their protector when they are with me.The Kinjo brothers love American women. When they visit they expect me to provide...
The American Bride In the early days of Michaelmas Term, when the showers of summer have given way to the glorious, cool, sunny days of October, the Thames Valley takes on a mellow autumnal atmosphere. The grass is still green, the trees still in leaf. Roses still bloom before the cottages and families still walk along the towpaths, enjoying the fine weather. The days grow shorter. The farmers attend to the haying and harvests, and on especially clear days one can see for miles,...
It was a terrible situation, but Allyson decided to make the best of it. She lost her room, her clothes, and all her status, such as it was, but she still believed in John, and if nothing else, she still believed in herself. She’d work harder than ever. She’d prove to John that she was worthy of his love. The next couple weeks were a continuous routine of cleaning, scrubbing, washing, ironing, serving, cooking, and her weekly humiliation at the hands of an old pervert. At first she was asked...
The two women helped each other down the stairs. Both had a lot on their minds. The younger woman, Allyson, was recovering from a vicious beating. She didn’t actually need help, not in a physical sense, but her emotional situation was far different. At the moment she felt about as needy as she’d ever been in her entire life, and from the standpoint of a former foster child who’d spent her whole childhood shuttled from facility to facility much like a water bucket passed from hand to hand...
Disclaimer Copyright, 2012, Patricia Steel ([email protected]) Do whatever you want with this story, only keep my name attached, please. Please report any and all orgasms arrived at through reading and masturbating to these words. I love knowing that I am deliberately manipulating your mind into an erotic state. Thanks, and Enjoy. Chapter 1 I don’t know what his business is. The only time I asked him, we were riding in his limo, on the way to a Japanese opera, and he...
Having gotten word from Hannah that Paul had been to see Allyson John left work early. He had his suspicions. He thought somebody had been seeing her, and somebody had tipped over the apple cart regarding the judge. Who else but Paul? Yes Paul was a problem. He had to be dealt with. Meanwhile back at the house, after Paul left Allyson continued with her usual routines, cleaning, scrubbing, and just generally trying to keep busy. If what Paul had intimated was at all true then just maybe John...
Callum hurried down the vacant school corridor on his way to the lesson. He was already ten minutes late. He turned a sharp corner and all of a sudden collided with someone coming in the other direction. His bag went flying, spilling out the entirety of its contents on to the floor.The embarrassment of that alone would have been bad enough but at the bottom of his bag were a pair of leather handcuffs which, along with the rest of the bahs contents, were now scattered across the floor....
I was working in the tourist trade on the Island that I live on just off the south coast of the UK mainland and I was working hard this day in the Hotel Bar when I met these two American Ladies and the husband of one of them, well these where the first Americans I had met and they where so nice and easy to get on with, they where so friendly and I got to know them very well over the next week. Bill the man wanted to buy my tartan hat from me one night when he saw me getting ready to go home,...
An America Girl in Aden by Aurelius(The story takes place in Aden, a small British trading port in South Yemen, Arabia. The year is 1880.)As-salaam 'aleikum.wa 'aleiku-salaam. The visitors responded.Welcome, welcome. Please seat yourselves. Be at ease. You are honoured guests in my humble home.Mr. and Mrs. Walter Carrstairs sat down nervously on a plush upholstered chaise, anxious not to cause offence to their host. This rich Yemenis home was the...
Allyson involuntarily leaned back on the steps, her naked rear end on the edge of the third step from the bottom brushing up against the rough pile of the carpeted stairs. Her clothes were in a pile on the floor around her socked feet, her hands were tied behind her back with the shoes strings from the saddle shoes Hannah had bought her. Her hair was mussed, and had she been able to see, her lipstick was smudged. Standing in front of her were two young men, a third, the one who’d knotted her...
At first the call from Audra caught the boys off guard, but they quickly recovered. While Wayne pulled the sleeping bags out of the tent and rolled to them up, Paul loaded the fishing gear and coolers. Aubrey soon had the tent down, and after a walk over to clean up any litter they were on their way. All three were tired so to keep awake they started to chatter. A number of things came up, but in the back of everyone’s mind there was only one topic that anyone cared about. ‘So she wants to...
Dressed in a slutty school girl costume, Callie took to the stage. The heavy bass of the music pounded out the rhythm as she bumped and gyrated down the narrow runway between club members. She blew out her bubblegum until it popped loudly and winked at a regular patron before skipping back to the pole in the centre of the dance area and began a nasty series of moves, grinding and humping against the big pole.Though nineteen, she looked the epitome of a naughty school girl and had many fans...
Dressed in a slutty school girl costume, Callie took to the stage. The heavy bass of the music pounded out the rhythm as she bumped and gyrated down the narrow runway between club members. She blew out her bubblegum until it popped loudly and winked at a regular patron before skipping back to the pole in the centre of the dance area and began a nasty series of moves, grinding and humping against the big pole.Though nineteen, she looked the epitome of a naughty school girl and had many fans...
By mid-morning the Hanson’s had managed to get Allyson back to their house. Mrs. Hanson, Audra, helped her upstairs and back into Paul’s bedroom. Allyson had been given a heavy dose of antibiotics, a mild pain killer, and a sedative to calm her down. Audra was thankful the doctors had medicated her so heavily since it had made it easier to get her settled. All the way back Allyson tried valiantly to assert herself, she insisted she’d soon be OK and able to start back out on her own. Audra knew...
“Really?” she asks me with a curious smile. “That’s what some psychological studies have suggested”, I reply. A psychoanalytical suggestion that men are attracted to the female’s butt because it stands for the breasts seems to intrigue Allyson, my 19 years old Australian student. She is one of the most lively and vivacious girls amongst the 31 odds students from Italy, France, Chile, Argentina, US, India, Iran, Japan, Korea and Australia who are in the international graduate exchange programme...
TabooI don't normally write from a male perspective... so, go easy on me :)--I was, by any measure, a successful man. Finance director at a Fortune 500 company, fast car, beautiful wife, gorgeous home in an affluent part of town. I had it all, yet I threw it all away and became a sissy bitch with barely a second thought. And it all started with Cally.Cally owned my world and she didn't even know it. She was one of the P.A.s from across the hall. She worked for Hunter Chesterton, if I remember...
Caleb Douglas is the name and I’m a young African-American stud who’s having the time of his life. Seriously. Why is that? Well, let’ s see. I’m a full-scholarship student at Ripley College in Boston, Massachusetts. Ripley College was founded in the year 1950 by philanthropist and popular author Patricia Ripley and her husband, billionaire Thomas Highland Smith. They passed away ten years later but the Ripley & Smith Foundation has continued to look after the fledging college, providing...
There was a small family resturant down the street from the hotel we were staying at. A nice place, the main thing that stuck in my mind was all the blue tile on the walls and floor. A little while after we began our meal, I decided to go grab a smoke and draw, maybe wander around a little. I am what you would call a considerate smoker and chose to light up outside, being it was daylight my mother figured I couldn't get into too much trouble by wandering. I walked out to the...
September 1, 2007, I remember that day well. Michigan Wolverines fans wish they could forget that day. That was the day their football program took a huge hit. Since that day they haven't fully recovered. That was the day I hooked up with my first American. I was still reeling from Kira, and I was glad to get away for a couple days. I went with a few buddies down to Ann Arbor to watch that game. For me, I wanted to hit a game when the weather was still warm. We fully expected a blowout, and...
College SexMilena Dorin awakened from her slumber. She grabbed her iPhone and pressed the button to see the time. It was 6:14 a.m. She decided to get up and bathe. She walked into the master bathroom of her palatial two-bedroom, two-bath downtown condo. She pulled her douching apparatus from beneath the sink. She cleaned out her 40-inch ass. After completing that task, she hopped in the shower. The steamy, hot water felt good against her milky-white skin. She scrubbed her curvaceous figure with a purple...
Sold as an American Bride By Jena Corso Michael and James were having a great time at their business conference in Moscow. After three days they had begun to make the business contacts they felt they needed if they were going to succeed in opening the Russian branch for the firm. On our fourth night they were beginning to adjust to the time difference and enjoying dinner and a few cocktails when Michael received an unexpected phone call. As Michael hung up the phone he stared at...
Xavier watched Ameena flee when she saw him. Hecursed under his breath. He was never going to fuck her if shekept avoiding him. She'd been wearing a small bikini giving him aquick glance at an incredible body. When his prey was out ofsight, Xavier finally noticed her husband had been standingnearby. "Your wife have a problem with black men?"Norman Howard was leaning over an expensive looking digitalcamera on a tripod. He'd been trying to photograph his wife andlooked upset that he'd been...
Bye Bye Miss American Pie. Codes: M/F, Spanking, Romance.It was Friday night and the big city blues were in full swing. Amidst the swirl of alcohol and misty tobacco I was with a few of the (motley) crew from lower south side getting totally blitzed on cheap vodka and snakebites as we sat listening to the sound of rebellion coming from the Fat Larry jukebox.Call me Joe by the way. At last count I'm 25 going on 40. Looks wise I'm tall, dark but nothing special at all. Anyway, I looked better in...
Last winter, during a January marked by both voluntary and involuntary shutdowns of Washington, DC, I went to a large room at 26 Federal Plaza in lower Manhattan to swear allegiance to a government that at the time was having trouble staying open for business. With about fifty other people from a broad swath around the globe, I walked in a citizen of another place and walked out an American. There were several Chinese people like myself in the group, but I was the only Canadian. We all came...
Disaster Averted The change to the new order of things had begun with Monica Bushnell. With the support of the ACLU and NOW, she sued, citing the double standard of men being able to be bare chested in public and women not having that right. The case, Bushnell vs Cuomo, had gone to the Supreme Court after reversals and appeals at lower court levels. In a seven to two decision, for which the Chief Justice wrote the majority opinion, the law of the land was interpreted to mean that women had the...
The old man's hand was trembling, as he shook another hand. It seemed that everyone wanted to thank him for his service, before they meandered away and ignored the shape his country was in. It was another Fourth of July, and the old man was grieving over what he saw in the news, and on the streets of his country. "Thank you for your service," another young man said, "and Happy Fourth of July," he continued as he reached for the old man's hand. "Celebrate it while you can," the old man...
I knew now, knew without the slightest doubt, what my subconscious had been trying to tell me. The Oasis aftermath. The Gunthers. Or the Meriwethers. Or maybe both. Almost certainly Gunner. I had been the instigator of the Gunthers’ downfall. Was probably the symbol. Hated symbol. And the Gunther collapse was tied directly to the arrests of David and Charles Meriwether. The Buckshot Video was similar to the FaceTime video I’d saved on my laptop. When Greta Gunther blew the head off one of...
Fourteen year old Adam writhed in pain. He was lying on his bed with nipple clamps attached firmly to his chest and handcuffs securing him to the bed frame. Intermittently his 17 year old step brother Callum whipped him across his bare chest with a flogger further increasing his discomfort. I should say at this point the story isn’t going to be about the bondage games Adam and Callum played together. You see, when Callum and his mother had first moved in with Adam the two boys discovered they...
It was a sunny Friday afternoon. Adam was relaxing in his room when he heard a sudden shattering of glass downstairs. He ran down the stairs to find one of the front windows was now in pieces all over the floor, a frisbee laid on the carpet in amongst the glass. Just as moved to the door to look for the culprits the door bell sounded. Two girls from his school, Tilly and Summer, stood at the doorstep with guilty expressions on their faces.?Hi.? Said Tilly. ?We’re really sorry but it was us...
Leo's entire life has been devoted to sexual exploration and so it was with his ambition as Sasha. I was driving a taxi part-time, a job recommended by my football coach when I met Matisha. I didn't recognize her as a man, she was that good. She was coming out of a motel with a truck driver and wearing a large cowboy belt buckle and shiny black boots. Matisha's legs were bronzed brown in a wrap around red dress that hugged her sexy hips. I considered fucking her myself, so after dropping off...
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