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This is the last of this 4 part series. I wish to thank Raven7890 for her audio “Call me a good girl and breed me” which inspired me to write it.All characters are 18 years or older. All characters and events are fictional however all sexual activities portrayed were based on experiences with women I

Giovanni “Jack” Piscopo was a regular guy like his dad; he was five foot nine inches tall and had a mesomorphic frame with just a little extra in the waistline with out getting to the “love handle stage. He had dark blackish-brown hair with blue eyes that belied his Italian heritage to all who didn’t

Note: This story is a continuation of “Poolside: Ch. 03, Pt. 1.”Originally appearing on Literotica on 09/03/03, but recently edited to correct several typos and other careless errors.*The first step seducing Angie proved to be ridiculously easy. Later that same Wednesday I was on duty at the pool when Angie and her mother arrived. Angie

Glancing again at her stiffening nipples he gently rubbed his cock through his tightening jeans. Her tank top was pulled taut across her ample breasts and the buds pressing outward from each betrayed her quiet excitement. His cock had been on the rise from the moment he smelled her sweet perfume, teasing his senses with

A few weeks ago my phone rang and the woman on the other end told me she was Christine and that she was horny and wanted me to come over to her house and make love with her. Christine is one of the women I call on from time to time, and I thought I

Your response to Grandpa’s Guide to Girls was so flattering that it motivated me to write this sequel. You voted your approval and made very kind comments about the story of Grandpa Frank helping young Ben woo his first girlfriend.You need to know why I placed this sequel in the “first-time” category. Ben is not

The Girl’s story. My view point to my first fuckOver years, I had dreamt that one day I would meet a boy who would make me beg to fuck him. I would get wet thinking of such a circumstance. Yet, all I could do in my conservative home was to look out of the window