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Soccer Slut Wannabes ( Lex Ludite ) Chapter 1 Kim Kawani stood two inches under five feet, but had a tight body with enough curves to make any red-blooded male or female student have visions involving themselves and a naked and securely restrained Kim going at it all day and half the night before the next group of sex fiends took over. As luck would have it, the women's university soccer...
I am what is commonly called a soccer mom. But in this case I guess it is to be taken literally. My own two sons grew up playing soccer. Over the years I drove God knows how many hundreds or maybe thousands of miles; to practice, from practice, to games, from games, to the sporting good store, etc. You get the idea. My sons played for the Centerville Centurions for their four years of high school, and I was at every game cheering them on to victory and consoling them in defeat. Naturally I came...
Group SexTWO TIGHT TASTY TEENS TESTED & TRIED BY SECOND YEARS' 'SEX STUDENTS' AT 'EXPERIMENTAL EROTICS INTERNATIONAL INSTITUTE' AMERICAN SOCCER SCHOOLWE PROUDLY PRESENT TWO TIGHT TEEN NICE NEWBEES AT APPLICATION EXAMINATIONBY FIVE FINE EROTICALLY EXPERIENCED SECOND YEAR SOCCER SEX SCHOOL STUDENTSWE INTIMATELY INITIATE & INTRODUCE STELLA MARIS AND SWEET SASKIA FOR FIRST YEARSTELLA MARIS IS A SHY SERENE BEAUTIFUL BLONDE WITH BOYISH BUMS AND AA-BOOBIESSHE IS EIGHTEEN YEARS & NINE MONTHS EXACTLY...
I am a soccer mom, hopelessly and forever. It's like I've heard some men say, "Once a Marine, always a Marine". Well it's the same for me. Dean is 23 now and is doing post graduate work at Upton College but I still call myself a soccer mom. He was only 13 when his dad took off and I was left to raise him and his sister Toni on my nurse's salary. We must have gone to scores and scores of games together, mostly here in town but occasionally, and especially at tournament time, to away games in...
Great. I was late for class again. O well, I thought as I casuallystrolled to the class I was 15 minutes late for. When I finally gotthere, I managed to find a seat in the crowded auditorium way in theback. Perfect. Maybe I'll get a chance to sit next to Teri. Teri wasgorgeous. She had beautiful brown hair with few blonde streaks. She had afemininely athletic body, toned muscles and all. This was because she wason the soccer team. Everything about her was beautiful. She was about5'10 and...
Author’s Note: All persons in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old. ***** Leticia Clark is a tall, blonde forty year old divorced woman who is raising two teen-aged sons on her own. Her former husband pays her very generous child support and even sends her money for her personal expenses so she can be a full-time mother but otherwise has nothing to do with her or their children. One of her favorite activities is taking one or both of her sons to their soccer games and practices,...
“you’ll need to get up soon” she said “remember dad’s not here this week to take you to Soccer so I’ve got the short straw”. “I know” I replied “thanks mom” “Ok, Darling” she said “what do you want for breakfast?” “just some eggs would be good mom please” I replied. I know I was spoilt by my mom but I was an only child so kind of made the most of it. She turned and started to leave the room, as she walked I could see her round ass move from side to side in her robe. She stopped on...
Soccer Practice. Clarinet Rehearsal. Anal Practice. Ballet Recital. Dinner. Homework. It’s 4:25pm, and she’s still lively as she trots to the van. How I admire her youth. Had I gone through a full day of classes only to follow up with an intense soccer practice, I would already be physically spent. But not her. And the day is only half done. She hops into the backseat, a huge smile on her face with sweat and grass stains on her side. This was her favorite activity of the day. Maybe second...
My name was Josh, I was a normal 18 year old lad who lived in a quiet village with this parents. One Sunday morning I awoke as mom entered my room. She walked towards my bed in her normal morning attire, a shortish robe that looked a little worse for wear held together by a tie round the middle. My mom leant over as she was leaving a cup of coffee by the side of my bed. As she leant over her robe splayed open a little at the top allowing me to get a quick glimpse of her big tits hanging free in...
SOCCER MOMS Part 1After having brought up her daughter by herself for the last 15 years, Sheila was rather good at it. Her husband had left her with a 3-year-old daughter. He went for some milk with the car and never came back. Neither did the car. Sheila’s daughter Linda was into a lot of sports. She was attractive, well-built and lots of fun. She was a little older than most of the girls in her class since she had missed most of one year after a skiing accident. Sheila was nearly 40, middle...
So I guess being married to a Soccer mom makes me a Soccer Dad. But as we all know some Soccer moms are hot and incredibly horny and will fuck anything. Well I have always had this feeling that Soccer moms talk about everything, including their husbands and significant others, if you know what I mean. Well anyway I digress. My wife is attractive and she has mentioned to me some of the other moms think I am good looking to which I always laugh. But little did I know where that would land me. ...
Soccer Sucks----------While I was in High School, I was not overly athletic, or I did not think I was until someone commented that my legs were like thick tree trunks. I was on the soccer team and all the running and kicking certainly has it's affect on one's legs. Strong and muscular was not tree trunks.After moving to the farm, soccer was a thing of the past. I still watched matches on the TV and kept up with the news of the my school friends when I happened to spot a name I recognized on one...
It's 4:25pm, and she's still lively as she trots to the van.How I admire her youth. Had I gone through a full day of classes only to follow up with an intense soccer practice, I would already be physically spent. But not her. And the day is only half done.She hops into the backseat, a huge smile on her face with sweat and grass stains on her side. This was her favorite activity of the day. Maybe second favorite.There is no time to wash the earthy smell off of her as clarinet rehearsal starts in...
Just like a vampire can create another vampire, so can one slut create another. My name is Kate. I'm a soccer mom, kind you have dreamed about because I like to fuck. Picture a 47 year-old female, 5'7'', 135 lbs., 36C chest, light brown hair streaked with blonde highlights, and a taut, toned body. I was working out three times a week with my friend Catherine and I wanted her to be more than a friend. It started one night when my husband, Mike, began exhibiting me to his poker playing friends. I...
Soccer Mums: The Rematch By ninja5.Chapter 1.?You did what Jillian?? Grace roared at her daughter, angry beyond measure. Beth stepped forward and put her hand on Grace’s shoulder trying to get her to calm down. Grace’s reaction was understandable, but Beth knew arguing with Jillian would just make her all the more determined.?It’s not like I’m the only one doing it Mum. Trish said she might do it too.? Jillian shouted back and pointed a finger at her best friend who had been standing out...
Soccer Mom SlaveBy: KahiltnaAs she waited in her car, Brenda couldn’t believe she was doing this again. Her short, shallow breathing and rapid heartbeat gave away her apprehension. ?My God?, she thought, ?I’m a happily married mother, what keeps me coming back here?? Brenda was the prototype ?Soccer Mom?. She was 36 years old, married 10 years, with a 9 year old son and 7 year old daughter. Her husband was just what girls dream of, loving, hansom, dedicated to her and the kids and a good...
Soccer Mom Gets Caught I work clean up at the local bowling alley. It is fairly easy work but it starts at midnight during the week and two in the morning on Friday and Saturday. Basically I empty trash, restock the bathrooms, and clean and polish the floors. Once a week I have to clean the mechanism that handles the bowing pins. Then one Tuesday night after the women’s bowling, I was let in as usual and the owner went home. I heard a noise coming from a hallway so armed with...
He was excited about lunch. Not because he would be going to Chez du Monde, but because it would be a ‘Coaches Lunch’. You see he would be having lunch with Shannon. She was the coach of his daughter’s soccer team. And he held the illustrious title of assistant coach. It was an innocent lunch. Why was he so excited?……. It had been early fall. His precious five year old daughter would be playing on her first soccer team. He could barely contain his excitement. He had played all his life which...
So it’s been months since my adventures with Kristie and Summer began and I have enjoyed great times with both of them. It had surprised me when Summer had told me Kristie had revealed the secrets of our rendezvous. But word was spreading throughout the soccer group. How did I know? Well it is a little obvious when you begin receiving explicit texts from another soccer mom. Mandi was one of those soccer moms that I hadn’t really thought about sexually but it isn’t to say she isn’t desirable....
Jim was sitting in his minivan, the bucket seat reclined back, radioand air conditioning blasting, the built-in cooler loaded with cans of coldCoke. He really ought to be up on the bleachers, but damn, it was too hotout there today, and he could see fine from right here next to the fence,and when his boy made a good play, he'd blow his horn! More noise than he'dmanage to shout out sitting on a hot row of wooden benches and pretendinghe liked it. How the k**s managed to stay active and...
My older brother always borrowed moeney from me and promised to give it back, which never happened. As the younger brother I started to get pissed on him, of course. He always played soccer and was on training and I guess he used the money to party with his pals from the team. One week I was rellay pissed and I needed the money. He just said he didn't have anything left but told me he could offer something else. What would that be, I asked. Something you nevere will forget, he just said with a...
By : Tahirmlk2007 I have been a Soccer referee for over 6 years now, being from sports background I was well built, tall, fair with athletic body and size of 6.5” of dick. I have been involved in several unusual situations, but none of them come close to what happened to me this past weekend. I had been invited to referee at a soccer tournament several miles from where I live, and since the fields were reported to be in good shape, and the teams normally quite competitive, I accepted the...
IncestOn a Clear Blue Sky Sunny Day, a Mom was in the driver-seat of a dark blue Mini-Van, She was about 5'11, long blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes, button nose, and a wonderful smile, She was dropping off her 16-year-old daughter off at the soccer field for her soccer practice, that was a few feet away from the high school. I looked both ways, in case I see some cars and trucks driving by, I walked casually walked across the street up to the open driver-side window of the car, until The Mom saw...
Mind ControlGirly Camp ? by: Jeff "Stephanie" Sevem "Man I need a job for the summer," I said to myself as I looked at the computer screen. I was a senior in high school and wanted to get a summer a job. I was at a web site that had job listing on it. Then all of a sudden I found what I was looking for. 'Needed for eight weeks a aquatics director at Camp Make-Up'. Camp Make-Up I wonder what that is all about. It had a link to its website. I immediately went to the link for the camp. I was...
Balla woke us up just before dawn. “Alex I am so afraid, are you sure that you can defeat all those men?” Balla asked me. “Yes I am confident this will be over real soon I want to eat breakfast as soon as possible though so my breakfast will be settled while theirs is not. I opened a family-sized can of ravioli that I ate cold. I would get something later when I was back home. Balla just stared at the can, not knowing what to make of it. When Challa put some in a bowl from another can for...
If you are under 18 or offended by this stuff, you not only shouldn't read any further, but you shouldn't even be here. Shame on you. SRU: Summer Camp By Morpheus David and Kimberly Bennett were both silent as they walked through the mall, each lost in their own thoughts, but taking comfort from the others presence. The twelve year old twins were not at all happy, and for good reason. They'd just been told by their parents that they were going to be sent off to summer camp...
A little background: Lynn was excited. This would be the first summer camp Lynn had ever gone to a summer camp. According to the brochure there would be baseball games, horseback riding, swimming, and all sorts of other things to do. Lynn had always been one of if not the best baseball players in their small town. Also there was supposed be photographic and video classes could take. Lynn could learn how to not only take good and lasting pictures and videos, but also how to develop them. The...
A couple of days after my hot experience with Soccer Dad, we met while dropping our sons off at school. I told him I was working from home and he could stop by before work if he was interested. He told me he didn’t have much time, but would love a fast blow.When he got out of the car, he looked hot in a navy blue suit. The contrast of his blond hair and the dark color highlighted his good looks and there was a nice outline of his dick snaking down his right leg.In the entry hall, he unzipped...
Gay MaleA few years ago I went through a messy divorce and my wife moved out. At that time, I was thirty-five years old, six foot and one hundred eighty pounds, in good shape and reasonably good looking. My ten-year-old son stayed with me in our house since his school, friends and free time activities were all located nearby.There were a lot of single mothers in the area and I went on a number of dates. I could sense I was not ready for another relationship or to be a stepfather. I had always been...
Gay MaleThis is the conclusion of this story, please read Soccer Mom Screws up to understand the problem Kelly and Toby have. Toby walked into Kelly's room in his briefs, he had dried cum in his briefs. Her first reaction was to cover her tits, but it seemed pointless, she looked at him “hi honey I know we need to talk”. Toby looked directly at her, “we need to talk damn right we do, first off you are officially the team cum dumpster so congratulations it’s on the internet. Secondly, I have now been...
Kelly had been single for six years; her husband had left her and their son Toby for a younger woman. Kelly was a MILF as all Toby’s friends told him, she had a good size pair of tits, great tight ass short red hair and nice legs. Toby had tried out for the soccer team and was the last kid accepted on the varsity squad. He wasn’t all that good, but the coach felt sorry for the kids who didn’t make it, so he decided Toby would stay. The two-star players were Calvin or Cal and Joseph or Joe...
As she waited in her car, Brenda couldn't believe she was here again. Her short, shallow breathing and rapid heartbeat evidence of her apprehension. My God. I'm a happily married wife and mother, why can't I stop doing this? Brenda was the prototype Soccer Mom. She was thirty-three-years-old, married ten years, living in the suburbs with a nine-year-old son and seven-year-old daughter. Her husband was just what she dreamed about as a girl. Loving, handsome, dedicated to her and the kids, a...
BDSMNow let it be said I was perfectly happy having Kristie to play with and I know she loved being played with but I couldn’t help but think if Sarah knew about it. I just figured until she actually said something about it, I wasn’t going to say anything and just, well enjoy the rides. It was about a month later from my first encounter with Kristie and we were getting together at least twice a week. But then, the unexpected happened. It was early in the afternoon and I received a text from...
Wife LoversI was doing my A levels a couple of years ago at an FE college, and usedto travel from home by train. Coming back one day, I got into acarriage which was empty (almost unheard of) apart from one guy from mycollege who I quite often saw on that train, and who I knew was doing acourse in sports. He was really young looking, maybe only 17, and areal hunk of teenage meat. It was July, and a hot day, and he waswearing a skimpy white tee-shirt and light blue satin Umbro soccershorts, really shiny...
I was planning on going to see my son's first College soccertournament. The rest of the family found out at the last minute theycouldn't come. My wife said that our friend Jeff needed a ride androom to stay. Jeff's son was my son's roommate. We had known Jeff andhis wife for a long time. I always thought Jeff was good looking andsometimes I felt that Jeff was flirting with me. I should know since Iwas flirting with him when I could. This would be a great chance to bealone with Jeff and maybe...
As he thrusts his long, hard meat deep along my sopping love tunnel and the crowd roars, I make a mental note to ask, as soon as I get my breath back, what he calls himself. The crowd roars renewed encouragement and I can't wait much longer for one football team or another to score, because when they do I know that he is going to thrust with all the force of his bent knees. With my legs wide apart and my bare ass being ground into the hard concrete wall at my back I grip tightly onto his...
ExhibitionismCARL As Barb led the team, the girls called her “Coach.” Me, her assistant, I was just “Carl.” Barb knew soccer, how to make the girls exert themselves and love it. She, herself, could drop a corner kick five feet from the net. Her assistant wasn’t as qualified, but was happy to help, cheering the girls on, reminding them to stay inbounds, talking up tournaments. “Not until you see the ball in the air,” I’d say about a crossover, hoping they thought I’d known that before hearing Barb say...
When I hit my teens, my hormones were raging but completely unsatisfied. Having discovered the unspeakable pleasures of masturbation when I was around ten (I certainly didn't know anyone I could speak to them about!), I'd have done anything to get laid by a real feminine female. But for all I did, no matter how hard I tried (and gawd knows I always tried too hard) it only rewarded me with unending embarrassment. I made a total fool out of myself with any girl I was around. I was awkward,...
Part 1: A Plan is made Williams Summer Camp was an all girls camp that lasted for a week during the month of June. All of the councilors were women as it was assumed that none of the girls families would trust men with their daughters. Unknown to any of the families however was that it was in fact a man who owned not only the camp but also the land it was on. It was also unknown that the camp had actually been loosing money, and had been for years. It seemed that fewer and fewer girls between...
Summer Camp Author's Note: Al rode along on the bus heading for a summer camp. He was surprised to be sitting here; his parents suddenly told him they had found a camp for him to spend a week. "It will be fun," they told him. "Lots of new experiences, lots of new friends." He was enjoying his time at home now that school was out, he was twelve now and getting to spend some time alone when his mother needed to run an errand. He wondered if his mother had figured out that he was...
Boy in a girls’ brat camp A fantasy of women using a man.Part one Bob was seventeen and failing badly. He had at school got in with the wrong set and had been in trouble with the police and also with the school. Finally that summer his parents had given him an ultimatum. Either he left home and school or he spent the summer on an outdoor programme designed to change the way he acted. Bob was not at all keen but his parents would not be moved so that summer he packed a rucksack and looked...
I was packed and ready to go to camp. The plan was for Tami to pick me up to take me to the airport. I had loved up on Duke, and explained I would only be gone a few days. I was surprised when Harper walked in the back door. I didn't ask any questions until we were in the car. "Where's Tami?" I asked. "She'll see you when you get back. You get to talk to me on the way to the airport." "Okay, what am I talking to you about?" "My job is to talk you out of being Tami's boyfriend....
Bo Harrington met us at the apartment where we'd be staying. He'd found us a three bedroom within walking distance of the Camp, and Hunter and Ridge had agreed to room with me. Bo suggested we needed time away from the facility. Bo had rented the unit right across from us. I got settled into my room, and joined him across the hall. The West Coast guys were not getting in until late this afternoon. I'd caught the first flight out of O'Hare and had arrived just before lunch. Bo had food...
The next morning Kennedy was waiting for Mr. Glastonbury when he came into the practice room. "Sir," Kennedy asked diffidently, "did a Slayer die last night?" He looked at her curiously. "Yes. The Watchers Council let me know early this morning. Why?" "I felt her die. It was like I was her. Then I was in this other place..." "They would have told me if you'd been Chosen," Mr. Glastonbury mused aloud. "I think I was only half-chosen, sir. Some black woman, I mean, she was...
My name is Jason, and at twenty-six years old I’m married and living in Savannah, Georgia, the town where I was born and raised. I still socialize with my childhood friends, Larry and Paul, who are also married, and I’ve recently been thinking about the experiences I had in my teens that influenced my hunger for sucking cocks and swallowing cum, that is still a source of enjoyment for me.My father, Colton, is an electrical contractor, and for as long as I can remember he’s gone deer hunting...
BisexualMy mother signed me up for Bible Camp. I couldn’t wear anything too sexy; it had to be modest. Hell all mighty, I was a teenage boy, modesty was my middle name. I read the brochure and it said that the girls had to wear one piece bathing suits and cover up as soon as they got out of the water. They couldn’t wear short shorts either. Crap! Plus we had to take our own bible and a musical instrument if we played one. I didn’t! Well mom packed my stuff and dad drove me to the camp and dropped...
Goddess Anun’s slave camp Part one – Abduction in Pattaya As Simon’s taxi ate down the miles from Bangkok to the coastal resort of Pattaya the hypnotic wheel vibrations were making him drowsy. He was not sorry to be leaving the Big Mango (Bangkok); the city was polluted to the point where the traffic fumes made you catch your breath and your throat sore. However, that aside, he had enjoyed the incredible variety of food in the city and the Grand Palace was well worth seeing. He also couldn’t...
Josh Flannigan pulled on his tight muscle tee shirt which accentuated his pecs and hard nipples, and slid his gym shirts up over his bulging jock strap and muscular ass globes. ?He smiled at himself in the mirror. Nineteen years old and what a fucking hunk! He loved the way his big fat dick pushed the crotch of the shorts out. The little cunts would get wet panties looking at that all right. The cunts had crushes on him almost automatically, and the boys idolized him in that boycrush way that...
Girls Have Fun Making a Pretty Boy One of Them ? by: Jayne Willard Chapter 1, Caught Peeping Cindy knew the party was getting out of hand, but she was enjoying herself. They were at Summer Camp; the boy they had discovered "sneaking a peek" into their cabin was a wimp. He had a cute face and slender body with long dark hair, as was the style at the time. They had jumped him and since there were twelve of them, they easily overpowered him, as if he had resisted at all. "He's...
CASSIE'S DAUGHTER II-SUMMER CAMP Teresa Radford was sitting at the vanity in her room at Grey House, the Bed and Breakfast that her mother Cassie owned in the small Midwest town of Middleton. Sitting at a vanity was one thing out of many that two years ago she had never dreamed she'd be doing. For example, she had just finished brushing and arranging her long, down to the middle of her back, jet black hair. She was applying her makeup, including a bright red lipstick, and she was...
-- FRIDAY, JULY 29, 2005, SUMMER CAMP -- To be fair, I wasn't completely surprised by what I'd just seen. There had certainly been enough hints over the years that my parents and the Evanses played around with each other. And Dawn and I had discussed this very possibility a couple of years back when we speculated on just what our parents did with all their time together while we kids ran wild all day across the camp grounds. But none of us had gone out of our way to catch them in the act,...
“The first days of January 1942 brought enormous amounts of snow. The reader already knows what snow meant for the clergy. But this time the torture surpassed the bounds of the endurable. At the same time the thermometer hovered between 5 and 15 degrees below zero. From morning till night we scraped, shoveled, and pushed wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow of snow to the brook. The work detail consisted of more than 1,000 clergymen, forced to keep moving by SS men and Capos who kicked us and beat...
Right after graduating highschool, I needed to make some serious money before going off to college. A friend of mine told me about a job at a camp. I was unqualified for the job when I applied but was surprised when I got the call for an interview. I drove out to meet with the manager of the camp. Her name was Karen. She was in her mid 40's, average body, very tan, not great looking, but had very nice legs. I came wearing dress pants, a short sleeve button shirt with a tie, and my best pair of...
My wife Kathy and I were forty-two years old and living in the Little Rock area at the time of this story. We had moved there right after graduation from college for me to take an engineering job at a medium-sized manufacturer in the area. I had progressed well and was promoted ten years ago to be VP of manufacturing. Kathy had been able to stay at home to raise our twin daughters, who were now nineteen years old and away at college. Neither Kathy nor I were very religious when we were first...
An innocent excursion into the mountains turns into an erotic adventure of truly epic proportions! The exciting story is a funny derivation of excerpts from the extensive diaries of Jean-Daniel Cadinot. Enjoy, all you boyscouts out there:Scout Campby Pierre d'AmourBookRix EditionCopyright 2016After exerpts from the extensive diaries of Jean-Daniel CadinotMonday, August 14I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw myself in the mirror: I was something else! My brand new brown uniform looked stunning...
JUNE 2003, SUMMER BREAK In retrospect, I should have double-parked behind the Taurus. Yeah, it would have fucked up the Mustang, but maybe Adam wouldn't have gotten away. I supposed I was just lucky I wasn't driving the Camry that was parked just outside and below the motel room. Apparently Adam had landed on its roof and partially caved it in when he'd jumped over the railing. Health wise, I turned out to be alright. Yeah, I'd been shot twice, but the first bullet had only grazed my...
Too start off with, I am a type one diabetic and have been for 19 years. I don't mind being a diabetic for the most part. Do not get me wrong, having type one diabetes is a daily struggle but I would usually use it to my advantage. For example, I had a girl give me a blow job in my local high school because she wanted to 'make the pain go away',I would always get A's in class because, teaches felt sorry for me, I would skip class everyday but never get caught because I would lie and say my...
First TimePart 1 The Prison CampThe Japanese Lieutenant looked down at her prisoner. She was happy to see her stretched out, naked on the ground. Arms and legs all secured tightly to the wooden pegs which were standing erect from where they had been knocked deeply into the sand that lay beneath. ?You slut!? She screamed. ?You think you make fun of Lieutenant Nashiba and get away with? You think Lieutenant Nashiba a easy touch, you do? You must learn some manner, girl. I teach you manner now so you know...