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Don’t ask any questions

A guy worked in an adult book store. One afternoon his friend walked in.
The guy said, “Dude,thank goodness you showed up!” “I’m starving, and I need you to watch the counter for me for a few minutes, while I run across the street to get some lunch.”
The friend looked around the store, then looked back at his friend oddly.
The guy said, “Dude, don’t ask any questions, just sell it to em.”
The friend said, “Ok”. So the guy left.
A customer came in, and went up to the counter. She said, “I want a vibrator. What do you have?”
The friend said, “We got red ones, white ones, black ones, big ones, little ones and medium sized ones.”
The lady said, “I’ll take a little red one to carry in my bag.”
He sold it to her.
Another woman walked in. She approached the counter and said, “I would like a vibrator, what do you have?”
The friend replied, “Red, black or white, large, medium or small.
The woman asked, “Well, what about the red, white and black checkered one up there?”
The friend said, “Well, I’ll sell it to ya if you want,” so she bought it.
A few minutes later the guy came back from lunch and said, “Thanks Dude, you’re a life saver. So did you sell anything?”
The friend said, “Yeah, I sold a little red vibrator and a thermos.”

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I Love My Little Sister!-Part One

Part one: I love my little sister!
I remember being eight years old, in a hospital and worried. My mother had been swelling up and now she had broken something, so she was rushed to the hospital. I had no idea what was wrong or what would happen next and even now, I don’t mind telling you how scared I was when the doctors told me to leave the room as mom screamed in what was obviously intense pain. Hospital doors are made so that screams can’t be heard from outside unless they’re really loud and you’re really close, which I was, so I could. After an hour of uncertainty and fear, the doctor opened the door. Mom wasn’t screaming anymore, so I ran in and found her…holding something. A towel, maybe? I came closer and saw that it was a baby.
Mom looked at me and smiled. “Meet your new baby sister,” she told me. She sounded so meek, but the child had my interest now. As soon as I reached out to touch the baby with one finger, she reached back and cooed contentedly. Mom smiled at the sight and whispered to me.
“Her name is Kari.”
From then on, if anybody wanted to bother her, they would answer to me! A lot of people did try to bother her throughout school. She was the girl in grade school all the boys would pick on so their friends wouldn’t tease them for having a crush on her. In junior high, those same friends hit on her relentlessly. I got in a lot of fights and a lot of suspensions for her, but I don’t regret it. Not only was I sticking up for my little sister, I also got to defend a pretty girl in distress.
Yes, I would call her a pretty girl. So would you, if you ever saw her. Strawberry-blonde hair that she usually kept straight with one of those arch things girls put in their hair sometimes, blue eyes and, ever since she turned twelve, nice breasts. Not that I was checking her out at twelve, of course, but when you’re around someone all the time, eventually you will notice things like that. When she was twelve, I thought she had potential to be gorgeous. Now that she was sixteen, she had proven me right. Those breasts had since grown from little bumps into lovely mounds, shaped very nice. I know because she often sends me pictures of herself whenever anything happens to her, good or bad. The good times made me want to share them with her and the bad times made me wish I could still protect her.
But I couldn’t anymore. I hit twenty-one years old and decided it was time to go make my mark on the world. And to do that with any of the skills I had, I had to leave the state. Kari cried the day I left, which was heartbreaking, but I promised her I would come back as often as I could. She still cried but she let me out of the surprisingly strong bear hug she’d been using to keep me from getting in my car. She e-mails me several times a day, often when her teachers say she shouldn’t.
Today is Kari’s first day at a new school. The one she went to before was the target of an arsonist thats been hitting this town lately. That or someone had insured the building recently. In any case, the first day of her previous schools were never easy for my sister. The boys hit on her, the girls instantly became bitter toward her for not wanting the attention they would have killed for and teachers would make her introduce herself in front of everyone, something she hated to do. Kari never did come to enjoy being the center of anyone’s attention since it usually wasn’t a good kind of attention that people paid her. Today she e-mailed me, saying she was scared and that she wished I was there with her. I didn’t tell her, but I got the e-mail on a plane on my way there. I couldn’t very well miss my dear sister’s second first day of high school, could I?
My sister’s e-mails aren’t always what you’d call sisterly. Whenever I mention that the girls here aren’t biting, her reply always comes back with “If only we weren’t family”, and later “If only you weren’t so far away”. And when I do find a girl for the night or a few months, her jealousy is obvious even though the internet. Once she actually told me that she would be a better girlfriend than the one I was with at the time. She may be right, since that bitch ditched me for a guy with a yacht a month later.
Kari tells me that she’s never had a boyfriend and that she isn’t interested in any of the guys at school. When I ask what kind of guy she likes, she says simply “a guy like you”. That message came back with an attachment of her kissing the camera.
Speaking of attachments, a month after I left, Kari had her eyes checked and it turned out she needed glasses. Having always been so open with her, it was no secret to Kari that I like girls with glasses. My first girlfriend had them, which was partly why I approached in the first place. Anyway, when Kari got them, she sent me a picture of herself in them, which I said looked cute. Barely fifteen minutes later, another set of attachments came featuring her in her glasses and various outfits, most very revealing. How revealing, you ask? Well, lets just say that since she was fourteen at the time, I was very lucky nobody with law enforcement saw them.
But enough about that. The plane had landed, the rental car had brought me to the house I grew up in and the time was 3:45. Kari would be home any minute, expecting an empty house (mom got a new job which turned Kari into a latchkey kid). Won’t she be surprised.
Kari’s car, a beater that had me thinking about everything from thermal breakdown to locking brakes soon as I saw it, pulled in the driveway less than five minutes after I had gotten there. I hid behind a chair and opened the front door. She opened it, looking confused and cautious. “He-…hello?” She sounded more than nervous, meaning the joke was over. I stood up and she dropped her bag. Kari vaulted effortlessly over the ottoman between us, landed against my chest and wrapped her arms and legs around me on impact. She’s a light girl so it didn’t hurt or anything, but it did knock me back against the wall. Thats ok, I thought. If she was that happy to see me, I could endure a non-painful push back. I put my arms around her and she rubbed her cheek on my shoulder and face affectionately.
“So,” I said, soundly ludicrously casual considering. “How was your day?”
“Best of my life,” she sighed.Part two: I love my big brother!!
For as long as I’ve been alive, I’ve loved my big brother. What’s that? “Every sister in the world says that,” you say? Well, I’m a little different.
Matt, my brother, has always been so cool. He would show me all kinds of interesting things when we were kids, like the woods behind the elementary school I went to and this really cool view of the city from up on a hill. I think that was when my love became different from other little sisters’. What girl could help but melt and fall for the guy who showed her her first sunset while he held her hand? He taught me all the little things, too, like how to tie shoes and stuff. When some boy would pick on me, he always came to help me, like a superhero.
He was so amazing, I wanted to be just like him. Or I did when I was really young. But ever since I was like six, I didn’t want to be him, I wanted to be with him. I wanted him to love me like I loved him, not just as a sister. It wouldn’t happen, of course. I’m too realistic to think he would ever seriously date me, but as long as I could daydream, in one place at least, we were a couple.
When he told me and mom and dad that he was going to become an actor, I had absolute confidence he would succeed, though now I can’t help but wonder if he would have stayed in this town with me if I hadn’t said so. That didn’t matter. I could never tell him something like that just so I could see him everyday. Acting was his happiness, and he needed to go after it.
I’ve never cried more than I did the day he left. Not after falling out of a tree, not when they shot Bambi’s mother, not ever. I think it was because for those times, he was there for me and when he left, he wouldn’t be anymore.
When Matt said he wanted to be an actor, what he meant was that he wanted to do voices in cartoons. And Matt, being the talented man he is, got jobs at two major studios his first year, something he says is a miracle in the business. I expected nothing less from him. The voices he used when he read to me were incredible. Even though the shows he’s on aren’t very funny, I never miss a minute of them and I even saved up to buy one on DVD. He thanked me for the seven cents he got from it.
Now, I don’t care how much like monkeys you consider the boys around you, when you’re a fourteen year old girl, you’ve got love and sex on your mind. I know I did. Not only that, you’re interested in your new more mature body and you want a special man to be interested in it too, right? I’m a little embarrassed to tell you this, but when I got these glasses, I sent a pic to Matt and guess what he said? He said they looked cute on me! I guess I got excited because I sent him like twenty more pics and some of them were pretty R-rated. I didn’t show him my boobs or anything, but pretty close in some of them. I can’t believe I’m saying this in writing, but I kinda hoped he was jacking off to me. You can’t imagine my disappointment when he only briefly mentioned how ”cute” they all were.
Even if he wasn’t ogling me, thinking about him doing it led me to my first sexual arousal, then my first time playing with myself. I thought about Matt, alone in his apartment looking through the pics I sent him, masturbating while imagining he was having sex with me. I wasn’t entirely sure what a man’s stuff looked like then, I’m still not really, but just the thought of him thinking that was too exciting not to act on. Dad came home before I could climax, though. Someone always does. Did they bug my room or what?
Today I had to go to a new school since someone torched the one I used to go to. Just when I was in a comfortable loner’s niche, I have to re-establish myself as the girl who isn’t interested in anyone there romantically. The day dragged and every single one of the teachers made me introduce myself. Apparently the boys in my classes have never seen a girl who was uncomfortable in front of so many people, because they either thought I was weak or adorable for blushing. Can’t I just be shy when twenty or thirty people are gawking at me like anyone else? I have never been come on to more than I was today, and I may have only been more embarrassed when I sent Matt those glasses pics, but at least that felt good too. Today was just miserable. The only thing worse is knowing it’ll happen again tomorrow and the next day and the next day and the next…ugh!
Where are you, Matt? I need you today.
My car, which I’ve affectionately started calling God’s Gift to Mechanics, managed to get me home again, despite it’s best efforts to die on me many, many times.
Oh my God. The door is open and mom and dad are at work. Plus they never leave the door hanging open like that. Maybe…uh, maybe they called an exterminator or something. I go in. I’m so scared. The only thing I’ve got to fight someone off with is my bookbag, and it isn’t that heavy. I wish I was strong like Matt. If I was, I would never be afraid of anything. Matt, if you can hear me, please…
He heard me. Matt is here, in the house. He’s really here! Everything but him is a blur and he’s coming closer. It seems like it takes forever, but now I’m hanging on Matt, my big brother and he’s hugging me back! I feel safe again. I feel so happy, it’s like the rest of the day never happened!
“So, how was your day,” he asks me.
With my cheek on him and with him holding me like he used to, it’s the…
“Best of my life.”
Eventually, I let my feet touch the floor and lean back to look at him (and to let him look at me, which he does!). I don’t know how, but I managed to not kiss him right there. “How long are you going to stay this time,” I ask him, hoping he’ll say something like ‘just long enough for you to pack because I want you to come live with me’.
“Why, are you sick of me already?”
“Of course not,” I kinda gasp. “Can’t you tell how happy I am you’re here? Or do you need me to take my shirt off and show you how excited I am?” Oh my God, I just came on to my brother! I hope he says yes…
“Uh, no, that won’t be necessary. I believe you.” The way he stutters when he says it gives me hope. “I’ll be here until Monday.” Oh, I forgot to tell you. Today is Thursday. Which means I have three days plus tonight to convince him to stay with me or me to stay with him. And while I’m at it, I should find out if he’s attracted to me. I’m sixteen now, so I’m legal, so if he is I can try to get him in bed without worrying about it being illegal.
Suddenly, I feel very wet.Part Three: My little sister loves me
Kari looks a little distracted since I told her I’d be here until Monday, so I ask her ”something on your mind”. She opens her mouth to say something, turns beet-red and shakes her head. I shrug and hug her again. Her body is soft and smells feminine, so you can hardly blame me for keeping her close for a little longer than planned. She didn’t mind. in fact, she looked a little unsatisfied that I’d let her go when I did.
We sat down on the couch. More accurately, I sat on the couch. Kari sat on my lap sideways. One of her breasts was right in front of my face, so close that, if I thought she wouldn’t scream and slap me, I could have licked it without moving my head at all. Maybe she wouldn’t. She did seem to be moving herself so that every few seconds, her closest breast would touch my face. It would be so easy to start sucking it…
No. She was my sister and if I tried that, she would hate me. I held myself back from what I was thinking about doing.
Kari and I caught up with each other until mom and dad came home, and I repeated the story for them, along with Kari’s occasional “Isn’t that cool?”. My parents married at thirty, so by now they were old enough to be tired right after work and they went to sleep fairly soon. Then it was just Kari and I, which seemed to make her very happy. She turned on the TV to a digital music channel, an R&B channel. A song I hadn’t heard before came on in which every other word was “kiss”. Kari looked like she had something she wanted to say to me, but like she was stopping herself just before it got out. After the song ended, she let out an audible breath and looked at me.
“Big brother? What…what’s it like to kiss someone?” She blurted it out. This must have been what she wanted to say before.
“You’ve kissed mom and dad, right?”
“Not like that,” she said. “I mean a real kiss. The kind of kiss you used to give your girlfriends.”
“Oh,” I said, a little nervous. The way she was looking at me reminded me a lot of how a girl would look at me when she wanted taken. “Well, I really wouldn’t know how to describe kissing a guy. You do like guys, I assume?”
She lay her hand on mine and said a very soft “yes”. Her lips quivered slightly and her eyes were slowly closing. No mistaking it, this was a “kiss me” face. My sweet little sister wanted me to show her what a kiss was like, not just tell her. She continued in a very soft and pleading voice. “Will you give me my first kiss, big brother?”
I couldn’t say no. My hand caressed the side of her face and our lips met. She tasted sweet, but felt shaky. Her skin felt burning hot on mine. I could feel the air coming in and out of her nose rapidly and in short, almost panicking breaths. I honestly couldn’t tell if she was really turned on or afraid.
Surprisingly, she pulled back first. She was breathing hard and was looking at me like that kiss wasn’t nearly enough. “I can’t hold it in anymore, big brother! I love you! I don’t mean like a sister, I love you like…like love-love!” As she finished saying this, she pulled her skirt up, her face darkening as more leg was revealed, until she was showing me her panties, white cotton and damp. “I need to tell you something else,” she said as I could only stare at her face and then her panties. “I could always hear you having sex with your girlfriends, and I wanted it to be with me instead. I was too young to know exactly what was happening at the time, but I knew you were both being intimate together. I wanted to feel that way with you. I still want that, and I’m not a kid anymore. I want to have sex with you, Matt.” No matter how obvious it had been made in the words that had led up to it, to hear her say “I want to have sex with you” was still a bit shocking. I hesitated and Kari cupped my hand in hers. “You’ve always been there for me. Please, be here for me now.”Part Four: My little sister/big brother lusts for me!
This was all so sudden. I had only been here a few hours and my sister was pleading with me for sex after asking me to kiss her. Her eyes were teetering between joy and tears, maybe so whatever I answered could be shown quicker.
“Please, be here for me now.”
“Thats fighting dirty,” I whispered as I kissed her again. This time, she was closer to calm. Her breathing started erratic like last time, but I kissed her long enough for her to even it out.
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My big brother was finally kissing me, and my wildest, best fantasies couldn’t even try to compare! As the kiss went on, I felt less like a scared junior high girl and more like…well, like a woman. The kiss felt so natural and right. When I told my friend about the pics I’d sent Matt, she acted disgusted and said I was into incest. I’d never heard that word before, but it sounded like a bad thing. Well, I know what it means now, and she was wrong. It didn’t feel dirty or wrong or like a sin. I love my brother and now it at least feels like he loves me too.
What could be wrong about that?
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Kari was becoming more active in the kiss, stroking my shoulders with small delicate hands and subtly moving forward so it took me by surprise to feel soft weight on my lap.
However, after a moment of kissing this way, she again separated our lips. “I want to show you these.” She took a deep breath and lifted her top, showing her white cotton bra. Her breasts looked so soft, I wanted to reach up and free them from their cloth prison. Kari looked nervous.
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I looked down self-consciously at my chest. I wish I had bigger boobs. I wish I had known Matt was coming so I could have worn a sexier bra instead of this boring white one. It isn’t even lacy or have designs on it or anything. He didn’t like it, I knew it. He was staring at it, not saying anything.
Then he touched me! His hand came up slowly and he put it on one of my boobs! I gasped and I think my back might have arched a little, I’m not sure. I was too occupied with Matt’s hand on me. It felt so strong, but was playing with me so gently.
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“Why hold back,” I asked myself. Kari wanted this and I wasn’t exactly against it myself. My hand touched her breast, which made her gasp and arch her back in a way that pressed it against my palm. She smiled and her hips started rocking very slightly. I don’t think she even realized she was doing it, but I sure as hell did. Feeling her wet and getting wetter panties moving back and forth on my dick under my pants was impossible to ignore.
My free hand slid up her back to the hooks of her bra. Even I was surprised at how fast they came undone and her bra fell halfway off of her body. She made no effort at all to catch it and in fact pulled it off the rest of the way.
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I suddenly became aware that I had started moving my hips when I felt something moving under me. At first I couldn’t tell what it was, but it dawned on me soon enough.
My hips were grinding on my brother’s lap and it was giving him an erection! He likes it! I was so happy, but before I could do anything with it, his fingers went up my back, making me shiver in pleasure. Suddenly my bra was loose. He must have undone it while I was shivering. I was so glad to be rid of the ugly thing, I shucked it off without thinking that now he could see my boobs.
I sat on him perfectly still as I waited for what he would do next. I gasped and this time I know I arched my back when he kissed my nipple and then started sucking on it! I heard myself moan quietly.
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I took Kari’s breast between my lips and used them and my tongue to stimulate it. She responded with a soft moan and by pushing it against my face more. She became more and more vocal, moaning at first, then gasping and finally using words.
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It felt so amazing! I tried for maybe five minutes to tell him how much I loved it, and even after that all I could say was “yes…yes…I love it…oh, big brother!”
Once the words started, they came out easy. Maybe too easy. I started telling him how I loved him and always looked up to him and things like that, which was fine. But then, I said something I didn’t plan on saying.
“Oh, big brother…let your little sister suck you too.”
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I stopped tasting her breasts and pulled my head back. Hearing her say that made me almost fully hard and I know she felt it from her gasp and smile. Kari climbed off my lap and got down on the floor in front of me. Very gently, or maybe nervously, she unzipped my pants and was utterly stunned when my mostly hard cock sprung out.
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His thing was huge! I looked it up and down in amazement. “D-do I…what do I do?”
“Huh?”
“To…suck it…”
He told me to wrap my lips around it and move my head a certain way, which I did. His response was both immediate and, from the sound of it, overwhelmingly good! That made me confident in what I was doing, and I took more of it into my mouth. I felt so proud to be pleasuring him so much. I felt something tickle my panties in a very nice way and soon I was making the same sounds as Matt.
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Kari was surprisingly good at sucking dick for having only moments ago asked how to do it. She made me feel so good, I couldn’t keep all the pleasure for myself. Unfortunately, from where I was, all I could do was rub her with my big toe, but she loved it. She moved herself around until she found a spot that felt the best (I knew it was her clit, but I don’t think she knew it, since she had to search for it) and ground on it, moaning and breathing hard through her nose as she sucked me faster and deeper.
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I love sucking my big brother’s thing, but I loved his toe on me even more! There was this little kinda thing that when his toe touched it, I felt like I did just before mom or dad got home and stopped me from finishing my fantasy. The pleasure was immense, almost too much to handle! I was glad I had “something” in my mouth to keep me from being too loud.
My whole body started to feel strange, like being nervous, but in a good way! My pussy was moving on it’s own and…I……felt……ohmygod…!!!
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Kari felt like she was gasping, moaning and screaming all at the same time. From how wet her panties got and how fast they got that way, I realized that she was cumming. She played with her breasts to heighten the pleasure, and the sight and feelings were making me not so far behind with my own orgasm.
“I’m…oh, fuck…!!…Kari, I’m gonna cum….!!”
“What?”
“I’m gonna ejaculate!”
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“Oh.” I must have been good at sucking him because he was about to climax too! That meant he was going to shoot sperm out, didn’t it? What was I going to do with it? What could I do with it to prove I wanted to be his forever, not just tonight?
Then I knew.
I sucked him again, bracing myself for what was coming.
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Her reaction proved beyond a doubt that she wanted me to cum in her mouth. Just the idea of shooting my load into my little sister’s mouth, and it being her preference, made it happen.
I threw my head back and then forced it forward so I could watch Kari’s face and breasts as I came hard in her mouth. It shocked her at first, but her eyes closed halfway and she sucked me some more to get it all out. If I weren’t so short-sighted, I would have tried to hold some back for another round, but instead I gave her all I had to give. It felt like a pint.
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Matt groaned and then something started shooting out hard into my mouth. I thought he was peeing at first, but once I realized I’d made him climax, I just wanted more. It felt like there was a pint of it and that wasn’t enough. It tasted vaguely of….something sweet and familiar, but I couldn’t picture it. But the taste wasn’t important. What mattered to me was that the hot fluid he was giving me was undeniable proof that I had had a form of sex with him and that he had enjoyed it!
Besides, I loved it! There was something so…profoundly good about my big brother ejaculating in my mouth, I knew I needed him to do it again and again and again! Even as he ejaculated now, I kept trying to get more out of him. For a long time, he gave me what I wanted, what I had only just had for the first time but was instantly addicted to. I swallowed every gush eagerly, hoping there would be two gushes to replace it. He didn’t ask me to, but he didn’t need to. I wanted to swallow it.
But, like all good things, it ended. He stopped shooting it, then stopped oozing it and dripping it. He was out of sperm, or close to it. I gulped down the last of it, crawled up next to him and lay my head on his chest.
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Seeing Kari swallow my cum in big gulps without me asking her to just made more come out of me, which she seemed more than happy to receive.
Once I gave her all of it, she wiped her mouth and sat next to me with her head on my chest. I held her and she hugged me.
“I love you, big brother.”
“I love you too, little sister.”
“Will you take me tomorrow?”
“Take you as in….take you?”
“Mm-hmm. Take me to bed and make love to me.”
“Is that really what you want?”
“More than anything in the world.” She kissed my cheek.
“Yes. If you still want that tomorrow night, I’ll make love to you.”
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I was ecstatic! He promised he would, and my big brother never breaks his promises! I kissed him and cuddled with him until I fell asleep.
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Kari fell asleep on me, which was very nice. I always enjoyed cuddling with girls after sex, and would have liked to fall asleep with her, but mom or dad would be down before we woke up, and if they caught Kari topless and me with my dick out, it would be very very bad.
I got me and Kari’s naughty bits covered up (Kari sighed and smiled as I dressed her, muttering “Matt…” in her sleep. God, she’s cute!) and let myself drift into sleep with her.
To be continued…

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The Amulet

HE AMULET
The auctioneer droned on, “who’ll give me twenty dollar, twenty dollar, twenty dollar, who’ll give me twenty dollar twenty dollar, twenty dollar? Come on people, we have a box of antique jewelry that’s at least worth ten times what we’re asking here! We have to move this stuff, so please, someone out there give me twenty dollars.” Drew thought about it for another second, and then slowly raised his hand! “Finally, we have a bid of twenty dollars. Do I hear twenty five? Sold, to the man in the blue plaid shirt for twenty dollars, he stole it from you ladies and gents. Our next item up for bid is……………” Drew made his way through the crowd up to a table where he paid his twenty bucks and picked up his box of old jewelry and knick knacks. As he carried his prize to the car he thought, “Why in the hell did I buy this old junk, what a waste of money!” He tossed the box into the back seat of his car and headed for home.
He popped open a can of beer and plopped down at the kitchen table. He opened the lid of the card board box and peered inside, immediately he picked up a small wooden case with a silver clasp. Carefully flipping open the small latch, he lifted the top and much to his surprise, encased on a blue velvet cloth was a polished piece of amethyst hanging from a thin leather string. “Wow,” he mumbled while holding it in his hand. “It’s beautiful!” As he examined it closer, he detected writing etched in its stone face. With the aid of a magnifying glass he read, “Who ever wears this amulet around his neck, will have the power to control minds and wills.” “What a bunch of bullshit,” he said with a laugh. “But it’s still a pretty stone,” he thought while putting the leather strap around his neck. Little did he realize how much the little stone would change his life forever.
Stepping into an empty elevator to make the ride to the twentieth floor where he was a junior executive with an investment banking company, Drew pushed the button for his stop and waited for the doors to close. At the last moment, a young blonde with big breasts slipped through the sliding door and punched her floor! Both of them nodded at each other, in a sort of elevator form of etiquette, and then as usual, stood silently as the car made its accent! Out of the corner of his eye Drew mentally undressed the big boobed beauty and thought to himself, “I wonder what size those baby’s are?” His mouth almost dropped to the floor when out of the blue she turned to him and said calmly, “They’re 34C!” “Excuse me?” Drew replied in a stunned voice. “My bra size,” she answered, “it’s 34C!” The door to the elevator slid open and Drew stepped into the corridor while looking over his shoulder with his mouth agape. “Sweet jesus in heaven,” he said aloud while entering his office complex. “How in the hell did she know what I was thinking?”
While still trying to figure out what happened, he took his seat behind his desk, he picked up his copy of the Journal and forgot all about it!
Later in the morning as he was pouring over some trading charts, a knock on his door frame made him look up to see the mail girl standing in the doorway. “Come on in, Jill,” he said with a nod. “What have you got for me today?” “Not much, Mr. Carter, just the usual,” she replied brightly. As she dropped the rubber banded cluster of mail on his desk, he couldn’t help wondering if this little nymph had a shaved pussy. “I trim it, so my bush doesn’t show when I wear a swim suit,” she offered, before turning heal and leaving him sitting there in stunned silence. “W-what the hell is going on here,” he said softly, “first the blonde on the elevator, and now Jill!?!” As he leaned back in his chair with his hands clasped behind his head, he felt the small stone press into his flesh under his shirt and thought, “It can’t be, it’s just a old piece of rock.” Still, his curiosity was piqued, so he decided to make a little test!
He pressed the button on his intercom and spoke, “Jean, can you please bring in the charts for last Thursday.” Moments later, his secretary executive assistant appeared at the door with the requested documents and said, “Gott’em right here boss!” As she walked towards him with the charts, he concentrated and thought, “When is the last time you got fucked, Jean?” She handed him the charts and said easily, “Last night,” and then calmly as you please left his office and returned to her desk. “Holy smokes,” he said, it works, it really works.”
Drew now realized that he could get people to reveal things to him, but the real question was whether he could get someone to actually do his bidding. Taking a walk to the coffee room, he passed the office of another junior exec, Blair Owens, who the other j.e.’s considered to be an ice queen! He stuck his head into her office and asked, “Hey, Blair, I’m going for coffee, do you want me to get you a cup!?!” She looked up at him over the top of her glasses and replied curtly, “No, thank you, I already have some.” He paused for a second before leaving her office and thought to himself, “When I get back from the coffee room I want you to have your panties laying in the middle of your desk.”
Nervously Drew poured a cup of coffee and slowly walked back to his office, stopping casually in front of Blair’s office to peer inside. “Christ alive,” he said to himself, “she fucking did it, her panties are sitting right in the middle of her desk. Now growing more bold, he thought as he stared at her, “Reach under your dress and finger your cunt!” Almost automatically, Blair casually began fingering her pussy while he stood in her doorway watching her. Looking around to make sure no one else was coming, he thought, “Call yourself a fucking whore!” Now nearing an orgasm, Blair sighed, “I’m a fucking whore!!!” “Okay,” he thought, “blow your nut for me, cunt.” Almost instantly, her whole body shook as a climax enveloped her pussy. Now taking a little pity on her, Drew let her relax and get back to work. Sitting back down at his desk, Drew couldn’t wait for lunch, he had a lot of thinking to do.
On his way to lunch he stopped at Jean’s desk to check for messages, and thought, “Did you suck him off last night too.” Again, calmly and casually she replied, “Of course. “Did you swallow?” he thought. “Oh, yes, I swallowed it all,” she answered back. Elated at his discovery, he headed off for lunch. Again, he was alone on the elevator with an attractive woman and thought, “Reach out and touch my cock.” Suddenly a small hand snaked out and grabbed a handful of his crotch, while feeling around for his pecker!!! “Do you suck,” he thought?!? “Yes,” she replied!!! “When we get down stairs, follow me, when I tell you too, you’ll drop to your knees and suck me off!!!”
Like an obedient dog, the woman followed Drew into a store room and immediately dropped to her knees when he pulled out his now rock hard cock!!! “Suck it off,” he thought, “let me cum in your mouth!!!” It was dead quiet in the small room, except, that is, for the smacking sound of lips on the head of his pecker!!! Hungrily she worked the head of his pecker until it spurted all over her lips and into her mouth!!! Now taking another chance, instead of thinking it he said out loud, “Show me your pussy!!!” Again, without a hint of question, the stranger lifted her dress and exposed her hairy pussy to him!!! He reached out and quickly brought her to an orgasm with his finger while she stood impassively holding up her dress!!! After zipping up he said, “After I leave, wait a minute before you leave, have a nice day!!!”
Sitting in the cafe around the corner from his office he decided to have some fun with one of the waitresses as he thought, “Your pussy itches like the devil and you have to scratch it!!!” Standing in the middle of the restaurant, as if she were alone, the waitress slipped her hand inside of her jeans and worked over her slit like there was no tomorrow, and of course, before long, everyone in the place was pointing and laughing at the lascivious behavior of the young woman with her hand in her pants!!!
Drew noticed one woman who was making more fun of the waitress than anyone else, so he decided to have a little fun with her so he thought, “Stand up, take off your top and play with your tits. Again, as if controlled by a strange force, the middle aged woman stood up and did as she was told. The whole place was a buzz as they watched one woman rubbing her cunt, while another was calmly cupping and manipulating her big jugs!!! One of the woman’s friends was trying to get her to sit down and cover herself, so Drew gave her the message to take off her panties and masturbate for the crowd! Oooooo’s and ahhhhh’s came from the crowd as the young lady sat on a table top and furiously fingered her dripping pussy so that everyone could see her. Again using the power of suggestion, he ordered, “Beg for someone to eat your cunt.” Now in a fit of extreme sexual arousal, the little masturbater pleaded, “Please, somebody eat me, I need to have a mouth on my cunt.” No one moved, not wishing to get involved in such a wild scene, until Drew suggested that the waitress with her hand in her pants orally satisfy the begging little bitch!!! The crowd actually cheered as the mouth of the waitress attached itself to the pussy of the masturbating cunt! Drew chuckled as he dropped some money on the table for his lunch, and just before leaving, showed some mercy on the out of control women and thought, “Just for another five minutes.” And then he left.
The elevator was packed with men and women returning from lunch, but for some reason, all of the women began rubbing their vaginas right through their dresses and skirts. The men just stared as all of the females itched their pussies right in front of them. As Drew stepped off at his floor, he gave one final command to the women, show the men your pussies. As the door slid shut, he could just make out several of the women pulling up their skirts and pulling down their panties. Now secure with his power, he wandered through the office making everyone strip, both males and females. One more quick suggestion and all of the men were getting blown by their female work mates, all that is, except for Jill, the cute little mail room girl. He had her follow him back to his office where he had her sit naked on his desk and masturbate for him. She had a very cute pussy and it didn’t take her long at all to rub herself to a really hard orgasm.
Drew asked her if she had ever sucked a pussy, and when she said no, he went over to Blair’s office and had her follow him back to his office, where upon he had Jill suck Blair’s hot cunt to a shattering climax!!! Then he turned them around and had Blair eat out Jill. It was evident that both of them were very oral, as each of them brought the other to climax very quickly. While Jill was petite and trim, Blair had a very large set of boobs and a big fat ass, so Drew decided it would be a good idea if Blair nursed Jill with her large breasts!!! Jill lay in the arms of the bigger woman, with her nestled against her chest and her mouth eagerly sucking one of Blair’s big hard nipples. Even though both women were normally heterosexual, Drew made sure that he suggested that from now on, they would take turns eating each other out at least once a day.
The big boss, Mr. Cotter, had the corner office overlooking the lake, but when Drew looked inside, he wasn’t admiring the view, instead he was getting his cock sucked by Gretta, his secretary of twenty odd years!!! At fifty five she was kinda old and saggy, but it was obvious that this wasn’t the first cock she had ever sucked!!! He chuckled a bit and was about to return to his own office when low and behold he ran into Mrs. Cotter, she must have come down town and was stopping in to see her husband!!! Drew decided to have a little fun, so he said, “Hi Mrs. Cotter, let me escort you to your husband’s office!!!” He opened the door just in time so that both he and Mrs. Cotter witnessed her husband losing his load into his secretary’s mouth!!! Mrs. Cotter stood stunned, frozen in her tracks as she watched in utter dismay as her hubby was getting a good suck job from Gretta!!!
Finally when she was able to speak, she was about to scream a string of expletives at her husband, but instead, she calmly asked if Gretta would kindly suck her pussy for her!!! The sixty year old matron began undressing while Gretta led he over to a large chair where she sat her down and lowered her mouth to the older woman’s dripping hot box!!! Her husband watched with a bemused smile on his face as his secretary licked his wife to a hard quick orgasm!!! Just before he closed the door and left the happy threesome, Drew suggested that Mr. Cotter fuck both of the woman one after the other!!! As the door silently shut, Drew saw both women lay down on the floor and spread their legs in anticipation of a good hard fucking!!!
That evening back at his home, Drew ordered a pizza from the local shop and sat down to watch a little television! When the door bell rang, he grabbed a twenty from his wallet and opened the door, only to be faced with a pretty red headed pizza delivery girl !!! She handed him the pizza, he handed her the twenty, and then, with just a thought, she came into his living room and showed him her fiery red furred pussy!!! As he buried his face into her hot muff he thought, “Just like the advertisement says, we deliver it hot or you get it free!!!”

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Emily The Girl I Didn’t Understand

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Diary

The Other Half of the Amulet

It was the sound of his voice that triggered the knowing. In that split second, when I heard the acoustic waves created only by his vocal cords, I knew I had found my perfect submissive. He is the other half of the amulet, the yin to my yang, the missing piece that fits my kinky puzzle perfectly. Intelligent, articulate, completely depraved and perverted; he fits me. He is my equal and my opposite in every way. For all of my excellence and superiority he is excellently and equally inferior. He craves filth in a way that is far more extreme than most people could wrap their heads around and I can deliver what he craves and then some. He recognized my inherent dominance from our first communication and I could see his sub-human true nature instantly.
He’d been molested as a child. His father’s best friend had his hands in his pants before he was in little league. The abuse lasted until he was well into his teens and it grew more and more extreme, more twisted and perverted as the years progressed. By the time the man was promoted and moved away, my bitch had been emotionally and psychologically warped beyond repair and sexually used by more men than he could count. Now in his 40s, he’s become successful in his career and maintains the image of normalcy but it is just an image, a fake persona he wears. He is obsessed with sex. It consumes him. All day, every day, he thinks of nothing more than how to get his next nut, of how he can make it more extreme. His needs for stimulation have graduated far beyond anything remotely close to vanilla. He’s spent thousands of dollars over the years on toys and gear and hookers and memberships to websites. In every meeting, at every conference, he schemes and plots about how to be nastier, more sinister. At every company luncheon, he looks at his co-wokers and knows that they would be horrified if they knew he could fit a dildo the size of a grown man’s forearm in his slutty boicunt . . . and that he craves bigger, thicker, longer ones fucking him senseless.
Because of the abuse, he has trust issues. His father knew of the exploitation and turned a blind eye to it. They had a network of deviants that shared each other’s kids. His father liked little girls so he would allow his son to have sleepovers and camping trips with his friends while he got to play house with his friend’s daughters. Because of that, my little bitch doesn’t know what real affection and innocence feel like; he doesn’t know what it means to be a child who is protected and loved. I exploit that. I make him call me Mommy and make him feel like shit because of it. I toy with his emotions, degrade and humiliate him, taunt and tease him and remind him of how inherently fucked up he is, how he will never be normal, never have a normal relationship with anyone. I threaten to withhold my attention from him for my arousal; I terrorize him by intimating that I will throw him away like a piece of trash. It hurts him. I can see it in his eyes. But it arouses him. The more I tell him the truth, the more it makes him insane with lust and hunger. The more I toy with his emotions, the more it gets my pussy incredibly wet.
I own his very soul. I can tell him to do anything and he will still need more. If I tell him to suck my dog’s cock, he will ram his tongue in his asshole. My absolute favorite thing to do to him is to have him on his knees, with my lover fucking him savagely with his huge black cock, with his face in my hands, whispering in his ear, telling him that he is my white bitch boi. I punish him with threats that I will make him suck disgusting, old, white cock, like his abuser’s and he curls up like a ball and cries like a baby at the thought. He knows that his whiteness is an illusion. He knows that he isn’t more intelligent, that the arrogance and all his accomplishments were ill gotten gains. The truth, and he knows it, is that he has only achieved his success because white men have manipulated, lied, cheated, oppressed, cajoled, and stolen whatever advantages they have gotten. He knows, every time he has a black cock deep in his throat, that white men are the sick and twisted ones because I remind him that white men are the ones who created him to be what he is.
Every time he reads the racist rants of white men online, virtually screaming about how Blacks are inherently inferior, he knows that they are fighting their own demons, trying to deny what they know to be true in their hearts as well, that Blacks have more integrity, more ingenuity, more common sense, and a stronger will to survive than any white person could ever hope to have. With me, he can let down that defense. With me, he can be the pig he knows is his bloodline, his birthright. He comes from a long line a pigs and he is proud of it with me. He sees my grace, dignity, and my morality in my beautiful brown skin, in my deep, intoxicating eyes. He sees that I can control him with just a glance, a word softly murmured when he is on the verge of orgasm. I have the ability to break him down in a way no other person has ever done. He tries to build relationships with women, to pretend to be “that guy” the bachelor who Barbie wants, but his DNA is damaged and we both know it.
He has cried in my arms when I speak of the real horrors of slavery, of what heinous and evil things white men have done for generations. He has sobbed like a baby when I described the generations of racist privilege he had inherited to the detriment of my beautiful, strong, resilient, and inherently SUPERIOR ancestors. He knows that his father’s perversions weren’t isolated, that his father’s friends weren’t unique or exclusive. With me, he understands that the depravity in his blood has been there for generations and that Africans who were enslaved could never have been as twisted and damaged as his ancestors had been. His mother loves to be abused. His sister is a slut of extreme proportions. His father is a monster. And with me, my bitch is completely free to be the slug that he was born to be and give up his false sense of white superiority.
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Taking Beth part 1

Beth is finding it difficult dealing with her brother being inside and then he gets beaten up. Beth is then blackmailed but finds giving into the demands of the prisoner and being controlled by him to her liking

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Movie Theatre in the Summer IV

Friday had finally arrived. I woke up with a raging hard on knowing what was in store for me. I woke up around 11pm thank full I called in sick so I didn’t have to go in. I took a quick shower and got dressed in some board shorts and shirt. I was more than ready for Rochelle surprise.
I drove up to her driveway and was amazed at her house. It was big, not quite a mansion but damn big. She didn’t come off as a rich type. The more I looked over the house the more my mind thought of fucking her in every room. My cock was already causing a tent in my shorts so before I got out of the car I had to adjust myself.
I rang the doorbell with my mind racing and my cock throbbing waiting and wanting to take her as soon as I saw her. She opened the door, smiled at me as she was wearing a silk rob that just went down to her thighs. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me in, closing the door behind me and shoving her tongue down in my mouth.
I held her close, feeling her large breast press against my body as my hands rubbed up and down her back. We kissed for a long time, our tongue playing against each other in our mouths as my hands reached down and squeezed her beautiful ass. She then pulled away and gave me that sly grin that tells me I’m in for a wild day.
“Hi big boy, ready to get wet?” she said as her hands rubbed against my chest then sliding down and grabbing my hand. I nodded, not able to speak from the excitement, as she led me out her back door to a porch where in the back corner a hot tub was bubbling.
I smiled, “you don’t lie girl do you?” I said as walked behind her. “I never lie to you baby,” she said as she moved in front of me and held me back at arms length.
“You better be ready, because this is only the beginning,” she said as she slowly undid her robe and let it fall to the floor revealing her naked body. I couldn’t believe the sight of her and was even more amazed as I glanced around that the whole neighborhood could see into her backyard. “Are you series?” I asked as my mouth hit the floor. She closed my mouth and took off my clothes. “Hell yeah, I want everyone to see us fuck. Give them a chance to see how it is done.” She said with a huge smile on her face.
As she pulled off my shorts, my throbbing cock flops out causing her to giggle. “Well guess I didn’t need to worry about you being ready,” she said as she grabbed my head and lead me into the hot tub. She slid into the water first and dipped her whole body under. She emerged with her body wet and throwing her hair behind her. I followed but before I could do the same she pushed me back and pinned me against the wall.
Her hand gripped my cock and slowly stroked it up and down as her lips kissed my chest. She smiled up at me as she flicked her tongue on my nipples. Her hand gripped tight on my cock as she stroked it up and down. I looked down at her and then glanced around hoping no one was watching. “Big Boy…you better not worry about that or I’ll kiss your ass out,” she said as bite my nipple. I moaned from the pain and looked down at her, “damn girl you really want everyone to know.” She giggled as she kissed my nipple, “hell yeah so you better moan loud when you fucking cum like me.” She slowly kissed down my stomach as I sat on the edge of the hot tub. Her tongue rolled up and down my shaft, getting it nice and wet, then slowly kissing the head as her hands massage my balls. Her mouth slowly opens and slides down my cock, just getting the head at first and then pushing it deeper inside. Her mouth sliding up and down my cock as her tongue presses underneath my shaft. I moan as I feel her lips tighten around my cock, feeling the pre-cum ooze out. She moans from the taste and licks it all up, lifting my cock up and moving her lips down to my balls. She takes one and sucks hard on it as her hand pumps my cock. My hands grip the edge of the tub tighter as the sensation runs through my body.
She lets it pop out of her mouth and then shoves my cock back down her mouth, taking as much as possible before pulling all the way off. I grab her hear and push her back down, pumping my cock against the back of her throat. Saliva drips from my cock and her mouth as I let her go, letting her catch her breath. She then sucks my cock deeper, pumping up and down against it, vibrating her tongue.
She then lifts up and sits down on the edge of the tub, her finger gesturing me to come closer. I lean in and kiss her lips as my hands massage her breast. Then I kiss down her neck and chest, lifting her tit into my mouth and sucking hard on her nipple. She moans, as I bite down on her nipple. I smile at her as I lift her legs up and kiss down her stomach. My tongue slowly inches out and rolls over her soft pussy lips.
My hands squeeze her thighs as my tongue spreads open her lips and glides against her clit. Her body presses against my tongue as I move up and down. Her pussy is dripping as I lick her clit, feeling it swell against my mouth, as I let my tongue move at a slow pace. “How fuck baby, that’s it. Don’t stop.” She moans as I move a little faster and my on of my hands reach up and squeeze her breast. I begin to vibrate my tongue, humming against her clit as my tongue move up and down. My other hand slides under my tongue as I slowly slide two fingers into her pussy.
My tongue and fingers begin to move at the same pace. I quicken my pace up, looking up at her as I see her eyes roll into the back of her head. Her moans grow louder and louder, screaming as I feel her pussy tightening. I pump faster and faster, my tongue pressing harder as her body clinches. “Oh fuck, oh shit I’m going to cum baby,” she creams as her head falls back. With a final loud scream, her pussy juices gush onto my face and cover my hand as she shakes from head to toe. “Mmm…my kind of wet,” I say smiling at her as I lick my lips. She smiles back as she grabs my hand and sucks the juices from them, cleaning my hand.
“Fuck me now, big boy. I am not done yet,” she said with a greedy look on her face as she turned around. I bend her over slightly and spank her ass hard. She moans as she looks back, seeing me spread her legs wide as I push my cock deep into her pussy. “Oh that’s it,” she says as her head falls forward. I moan from the tight feel of her pussy on my cock, smacking her ass again as I slowly pump my cock.
My hands wrapped on her waist as I push deeper with each thrust into her pussy, the bubbles tickling my balls as I move in and out her pussy. My hands slide up and push down on her shoulders, forcing my cock to go deeper. “Holy shit, never been so fucking deep before,” she screamed out as I pushed my cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. I begin to pump faster, pushing her down as my cock pushes into her. Our moans beginning to become one as I pump harder and harder into her.
The head of my cock growing inside her as I pump faster, feeling her pussy walls squeeze it. My hand moves up and grabs her hair and pulls it back. Her screams grow louder and louder, my cock throbbing deep inside her as I fuck her. I moan louder, feeling my cock ready to explode. Suddenly she pushes off me, smiling at me as her finger waves no to me.
“Not yet big boy. I want your full load in my mouth but not yet,” she says as she slowly gets out of the tub. She grabs my hands as I get out of the tub. “Where to now my sex goddess,” I say with a grin on my face. She laughs as she pulls me close and kisses me. “Follow me, you mere mortal,” she says with a big grin on her face. She guides me over to a blanket on the other side of the porch and lays me down.
“My turn,” she says as she lies beside me and grabs a bottle on the side of the blanket. She kneels between my legs and covers her breast in it, letting it drip down to my cock. I look up at her, my cock throbbing of the feel of the warm liquid. “Don’t worry baby, just a little oil to help that cock out,” she said as she rubbed it deep into her body. I lay my head down and close my eyes as I feel the liquid cover my cock. She reaches down and rubs it deep into my shaft and balls. Then she leans down and sucks it deep, sliding up and down on my shaft with her mouth.
She then lifts up and straddles above my cock, rubbing the liquid between her legs. “You want to feel something really tight baby,” she said. I looked at her with concern as she slowly moved her hips over my cock. She leaned back and the next thing I know my cock is sliding into her tight asshole. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I feel her tight ass squeeze my shaft. “Oh Fuck, oh damn I never did this with a big cock baby,” she moaned. Only half my cock was in her but she begins to pump up and down on it, causing it to grow inside her again. “HOLY SHIT…,” she screams as she pumped my cock faster. Moving up and down as she rubbed her pussy. My hands clinched her feet as I felt her tight ass squeeze the life out of my cock.
The sensation sent shivers up and down my spine. I can feel my cock throbbing hard against her walls as she pumped up and down. She squirted more oil on my cock, making it slide it deeper. “OH FUCK…I’m CUMMING AGAIN,” she screamed. Her body shaking as another gush of juices flowed from her pussy. The sensation of her cumming causes my own cock ready to explode. I push off her and stand up as she kneels in front of me with her mouth open. “OH SHIT….,” I screamed as cum erupted from my cock and covered her tongue, face and breast. Her mouth seals up my cock as the final loads come out. Exhausted I fall to my knees, watching her lick the cum off her face and swallow all of it down.
“Oh my god, I have never cum so hard in my life,” I said gasping for air as I lay down. She lies down beside me and kisses me. We hold each other forever, kissing as the sun beats down on us. “Let’s go inside babe, hopefully we didn’t get a sunburn from all this outdoor fun,” I said with a smile on my face. She laughed as we both went back into the house. “You enjoy yourself JC,” she said as she walked into the kitchen. “Absolutely babe,” I said as I sat on the kitchen stool. She gives me a bottle water and kisses me again. “Well I need to talk to you,” she says. I drink down my water as I look at her. “What’s up?” I ask. “Well, we have been doing this back and forth thing and I want know if this is serious or just fun for you?” I look at her and smile; I pull her towards me and kiss her again. “I would love to make this serious. I have never been with a girl like you and no girl could compare to you.” She smiled and hugged me, “Good, cause I promise you that you will need no other girl when you are with me.”

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Three J’s and an S Go Skiing – Day 5, Part 2

Four young college girls on a skiing vacation have to find other things to do when an excess of new snow traps them in their cabin. This is the seventh in this series and describes the sexual aftermath of the life-changing events that occurred earlier on Day 5. This story might make more sense if you have read the previous days of “Three J’s and an S Go Skiing” For the most part, the stories in this series are pretty mild. If you are looking for heavy duty stuff, try one of my other story series.