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All Your Basement Are Belong to Us

I giggled a little as my boyfriend, Trevor, nibbled on my neck. “Stop that!” I hissed as I tried to focus on the TV. “Why Megan?” he whispered into my ear. “Because! Kanaeda and Annika will see!” “So? Maybe they’ll get the idea.” He kissed my neck some more. Trevor and I were both eighteen and currently in his basement. Annika was a friend of mine. She was twelve, and Kanaeda was a thirteen-year-old boy who was a friend of Trevor’s. We were currently hanging around watching TV together. Trevor’s parents were away for the...

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High School Hotties

The day started out like any other day in the summer. Hot, and humid. This was Florida, and anyone that lives in Florida knows that a normal summer day in Florida can go into the high nineties low hundreds. It sucks. So I get to work and head straight for my buddy Nick. A quick background on me and my buddies jobs. I work as a greeter of sorts. I just walk around the store and talk to people. Really easy and I get to do whatever I want. Nick is in stock, so he...

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Taking it in the Shorts

At age sixteen, I became obsessed with making men come in their pants. I still think back with fond (and very horny) memories on my several successes. Such as having my shy date hurriedly drive me home, him pretending nothing was wrong, even though the smell of his semen filled the car (open windows on a cold March night not withstanding). Watching a visible crotch-stain show on the trousers of a prim and fasti- dious Bible-thumper (at a fancy party none the less!). And just the feel of a boy’s body going tense, his rod...

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The kinky campus student

The campus student center was packed by the time Dana, Karen and Al arrived. They were all sisters, Al actually being a stepsister. Dana was the oldest, with blond hair that bordered on totally white, a smooth figure, intelligent features and piercing eyes. She wore a conservative outfit, with a pair of slacks and a red vest over a black shirt. Karen was the kind of girl lusted after by every man who saw her. She had long black hair, pouty lips, gorgeous features, huge breasts and a killer body clad in a red dress...

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Sleeping with Friends

This story relates the unbelievable events of one night in October in 1994. My name is Aaron. I’m 18 now, I was 17 at the time. I’m a pretty good lookin’ guy, if a bit on the plain side. I have more muscle now, but back then I was still six feet tall with my blue eyes and blond hair. I remember that night vividly. It was the 14th. It was an unusually dark night, with no stars or moon. I was over at my friend James’s house. His parents were out of town for...

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Wed to the Whip

They walked along the beach, hand in hand, under the palms, watching the sunset. The blonde had on a string bikini. She savored the eyes of the passersby as they alighted on her. Males, some females regarded her with sparkle-eyed appreciation. Kelly smiled inwardly to herself. Yes, it was pleasant, being young, newly married. She squeezed her husband’s hand. John smiled down at Kelly and squeezed back. Soon, in the privacy of their hotel, they would be squeezing more than just hands. But not yet. The couple moved with a slow, languid grace. They watched...

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