Mr K. With A Vengance
The long awaited fourth installment of Mr K forcing Lee and Jen along with a few of their friends into sex machines which force them to choose between two belittling sexual experiences. The situation only grows worse…
The long awaited fourth installment of Mr K forcing Lee and Jen along with a few of their friends into sex machines which force them to choose between two belittling sexual experiences. The situation only grows worse…
This is my frist story, please ate and coment
this is a story about a wife and husband with a daughter the wife makes a confession to her husband that she likes young boys the husband want to have his daughter so they make a deal and both get what they want
I love reading sex stories and I am sharing My personal favourite stories By Brilliant Writers 🙂
I watch as my dad goes in and out of me…. Slowly at first but going faster and faster as he reaches climax. I groan as I feel his warm sperm go into my tight teenage pussy
This story is a little different. It’s told from the perspective of a fourteen year old girl who’s curious about sex, and who’s growing up very fast. There is a lot of sex in this story but it is not meant to be completely gratuitous, and is hopefully presented in a way that illustrates the themes that I’ve introduced. This story covers only age fourteen. Lola has other stories to tell about her experiences at different ages. Many of her adventures are cautionary tales, and as such, might be considered dark, and they are definitely not for the faint of heart. If you don’t like dark stories then do not read this one. Lola’s story is most certainly not romantic, but I hope it is perceived as very honest. There is not a real Lola, but I remember a girl in my neighborhood when I was a kid, who was known as the neighborhood slut at the age of twelve. There were lots of stories about her exploits, none of them pretty, so I had her a little bit in mind when I wrote this story. I have no idea what the girl in my neighborhood was like or how she lived, or what led her to do what she did, and I really don’t know if any or part of the stories were actually true, but they do feed the imagination. Please comment or critique if you feel so moved, but please, if you just hate dark stories, or think you’d like to analyze the pathology of my obvious insanity, or try and decide if I’m maybe a secret serial killer or something, please refrain because I’ve heard it all before. This is just a story, it is fiction, it’s not for everyone, but it is posted at an adult site, so please expect that some adult things will be happening. It’s not that deep, it’s just a story. Okay, thanks for listening, and thanks for reading and I do hope you enjoy my little story.
ill post until 5 chapter then post more either today or tommorow
“Stop. I don’t want to.” I told him. “Yeah I know. That’s kind of the point?” He kissed me again and pulled me hard into his lap so I couldn’t move. His free hand pushed up my skirt.
Jackson and Mere go to a party, but it doesn’t end as they expect.
Zane’s game of truth or dare gets a little dirty in the showers with his crush Kaitie
2 more of my nlghts out from last year!
The sex life of a 20 year old English student
Intro: When i was younger, the neighborhood was mostly teens. seeing as they all knew certain things, Liza (My best friend and current wife) and I got into some pretty… adult adventures. luckily no one got pregnant, though that in itself was certainly a miracle. looking back, i realize that this might be somewhat exciting to know that every who reads this knows a little more about us. Liza might help a little too, if the story gets a good rating. hope you like it, and try not to be too jealous. =)
I guess I was ten when it happened. I lived in a neighborhood that was shaped like an oval, with a few dirt roads cutting between the woods in the center. I was one of the youngest, the only kid younger being my best friend, Liza, who was also ten. I was always proud to say that I was four months older, born in May. To counter that she was proud to say she could beat me up. As the youngest normally do in a primarily teen neighborhood, Liza and I were always trying to be around the older kids. The only ones who wanted us around were Maggie, a thirteen year old girl who lived next to me, Trevor, a twelve year old nerdy kid who liked to play sports, Austin and Terra, two fourteen year olds who lived across the block from all of us and still chose to make the bike ride. At the time our favorite hang out was a small pond with a waterfall into a creek. The place was in the middle of the oak trees that were densely populating the center of the neighborhood, and well hidden. None of the adults knew were it was and there weren’t any large rocks for us to fall and hurt ourselves on.
One day Liza and I joined up and went on our usual path there, one of the game trails that split off in so many directions only the “inside” kids knew where the place was. Once we got there, we decided to play Marco polo. After a while Maggie showed up, sullen and deep in thought (though we just thought she was depressed.) we offered to let her play but she just wasn’t interested. She was in the seventh grade, a huge step for Liza and I who had just entered fourth. She had mentioned some strange class the day before but neither of us made that connection. We simply continued playing. Eventually though we thought of a new game. We decided that the first one who could get Maggie into the water was the winner, and that came with bragging rights.
Liza went first, making Maggie very confused when she tried pushing her into the pond. When that didn’t work Liza journeyed into the deeper portion of the pond, which to us was about neck height. She tried the fish trick, claiming a huge fish was swimming around her. Ten minutes later nothing had worked. Liza came over to me, pouting severely at her failure. Then it was my turn.
By now Maggie had figured out the game, and she wasn’t happy when I approached. Then she seemed interested in me for some reason. Once I got closer, she seemed almost happy to see me. On a side note, we kids who used the pool wore swim trunks in and out, and Maggie was wearing a pink bikini, Liza a one piece and I was just wearing trunks.
“Travis, why was Liza trying to push me in earlier? Are you guys playing a game?” Maggie was smiling by now, standing up and talking in a tone that meant either I was in trouble or she wanted me to do something. I wasn’t about to give her anything until I won.
“ We decided whoever could get you into the water first wins… why are you talking like that? Do you want me to help you get out of trouble with your parents again?” I was a pretty smart kid at the time, and Maggie had called me to help her get her out of trouble with her parents the week before. I actually succeeded in getting her ungrounded.
“ What?! No! But…” Now she was getting shy, and Maggie never got shy around Liza or me. “ Well I took this class, and I didn’t really understand it. It’s called sex education, but I just couldn’t learn without an actual example of the material. Could you help me?”
Then I was confused. Sex education? I knew at the time that education meant school, but sex was beyond me. And what did she want exactly? If only I had known.
“I guess, but you have to get into the water first. I wont let Liza win when we both need something from one another.” When Maggie heard that her smile got wide. She stood and waded into the water, diving in and swimming a quick lap before exiting the pool. Liza was instantly by my side, shoving me into the water.
“You CHEATED!! If I couldn’t do it then there’s no way YOU could’ve!!!” Another quick side note. Liza was extremely competitive. There’s no way she could lose, at least in her mind. And if she couldn’t do then no one else could. Though she has gotten better over the years.
“ I didn’t cheat, I just made a deal with her. She went in and… say what DID you want from me exactly?” I realized at that point that I hadn’t really asked her before, and I wasn’t going back on my word. I turned to face her and she got that wide grin again.
“ Take off your trunks, please!”
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