Chapter 7 Elizabeth’s story – Gary takes my virginity Friday: As I had promised Gary last night (Thursday night), I took steps to get contraception for our planned big event; the capture of my virginity by my stepbrother. Although I still had serious reservations about doing this, I was committed to keeping my promise and…
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As I tried to regain my senses following the earth shattering orgasm that Gary had just given me with his tongue and fingers, I was shocked back to reality when Gary climbed between my legs. As naïve as I was, I knew that he was positioning himself to penetrate my virgin pussy with his throbbing erection….
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By the time I left the shower and dried, Gary had already disappeared downstairs. I brushed my teeth and flossed, trying to rid myself of the feeling that Gary’s semen was detectable on my breath. I felt I was being irrational, paranoid in fact; but I could not help fearing that somehow my sin could…
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“Hey sexy!” I looked up to see Ariel standing in the doorway of my room. Her blonde hair was dropping wet and fell over her shoulders. She had nothing but a green towel wrapped around her. It’s been almost two weeks since the night Ariel and I had sex. She had come into my room…
I want to fuck my stepsister. I know some people will be turned on by that statement, while others will be mortified. Even though there is no shared DNA or blood relation, many people will still consider me a sick fuck for wanting to do my stepsister. To each their own. But I didn’t always…
“Whataya mean?” she whispered, her hands readjusting her slightly hiked skirt. I bobbed my head in the direction of her staring mother. Juliana slowly looked over her shoulder then back at me. “Don’t worry,” she sighed, “Just keep dancing.” “She’s going to fucking kill me,” I whispered as I began to sway my hips to…
There was something different about her tonight. She wasn’t just the annoying girl I met a year ago when my father decided to move in with her mother; her movements were fluid as she stalked across the dance floor to the other end of the banquet hall. Her legs, extended to their length in four…
