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NOTE: I suppose you could call this story rape. It wasn't much, but it impacted me farther than anything has before. Yes, this really and truly happened to me. Read on, please. There's not much sexuality in part 1, but in parts 2 + 3, THERE'S A LOT. I had no idea what was in store for me as I disobeyed my fathers wishes and left the trailer pack when he was at work. He'll never know... I thought innocently as I did a wheelie high in the air on my dark brown Felt bike. Alongside me were three of my...

Moms helping out. Donna sat watching TV with her husband Donald. She was thinking about Loots, her 15 year old lovers cock. She was also thinking about the abortion she had had two weeks ago and she was as horny as hell. She looked at her watch, it was 9:30 PM and the house was quiet. She shut off the TV and headed up stairs. She was at her sons Eric door and heard strange noises, without thinking she just opened the door. Eric was seated at his desk, naked with his cock in hand watching the computer screen. “Mom what...

“Hey Joe” Joe jumps up from his bed and looks over at his window “What the hell!” Joe stares at Maryse leaning on his window sill, wearing a huge grin. “I swear you’re just as bad as your brother” “Aw come on Joe, you don’t mean that do you?” “If I say yes?” “Oh well…” She lets that hang there. Joe shakes his head, and suddenly realize that he is only dressed in his boxers “What are you doing here?” Maryse fakes a hurt look “Just coming to see you of course, it’s been two weeks since I last saw you”...

By popular request I am continuing this story. I hope that you like the continuing adventures of the Quad’s, find it arousing and fun to read. I awoke the next morning and went to stretch when I felt a warm soft body beside me. Rolling to the side, I noticed the beautiful face of my sister Stacy, and the pervious nights activities came back to me. Let me explain. Stacy and I, along with our brother and sister, Shane and Stephanie, are quadruplets. My name is Shawn by the way. The previous night we had gone to the senior dance at...

Chapter 1 Magical Promiscuity I was, by far, one of the most awkward preteen boys to have ever walked this earth. That was, until after puberty worked it’s magic. It wouldn’t be a far stretch of the imagination to say that I was attractive. The first girlfriend I gotten had been in fifth grade. But girlfriends you have before puberty don’t really count though, do they? My life however was fairly normal. I had a normal name, Mike. I lived in a normal suburb of Seattle, with my mother and sister. My father had been arrested for extortion and sentenced to...

Introduction: (Jan 2005) In the story "Mail order sex slave" posted under her name, Cathy used my first name for the main character. Missy's not an uncommon name so I shouldn't have been offended, and wasn't. In fact, I'd like to think she sort of had me in mind, because the idea of appearing in a porno story excites me the way flashing my pussy does when I'm at a nudist beach with Katlin (and sometimes Cathy). But I'm not much like the young girl in the story, either in age or appearance. - Yours, Missy Incidentally since she doesn't spell...

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School was about to end. It was the summer of my junior year of high school, and finals were coming up right after prom. Prom was a different story, though, so I’ll skip out on the details there. I was just about to turn 17 that June, so by far one of the youngest in the class, though I didn’t look it. I am tall with blonde hair, soft blue eyes, and a huge smile. And a tan. I live in bright hot sunny Florida, so that one’s a given I suppose. My name is Tyler. I have two little sisters...

CAUTION: This is a love story. Apple Pickers Each picking season it is always hard for me to realize that there really is a need for cheap disposable labor. Migrant workers serve a valuable need. These modern day nomads travel from crop to crop at harvest season up and down to coast. They can pick green beans one week, fresh blueberries the next week, and ripe apples a month later. They just show up. You don’t have to tell them when the fruit is ripe or even ask them to come. They just show up, ask for work, and get out...

She said her name was Karen, but I knew that everybody had two or three names in crack town. She was a thin black girl, it was hard to tell her age but I was guessing she was in her late twenties. She was wearing shorts just a little too tight for her firm ass and a cut up sweatshirt that almost hid a pair of chubby tits. I had about a couple of hundred bucks or so on me, to buy some crack. It wasn't sex I was after so as much as it was the rock. I always liked...