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This is a mostly true story of my first trip up (the) Nile. His name was Nile. My name is Alan. We were both young at the time...18, of course. Friends since early grammar school, we hung out a lot together. Riding our bikes was a passion. I had other passions in mind for Nile, but at that age, with no experience, I only managed to express them solo. Many times I'd 'solo' myself to orgasm, with Nile looming large in my imagination. Then one day it all changed. Nile took charge. He was blond-haired and blue-eyed. His skin was the palest and creamiest I had ever gazed upon. He was anemic. I remember lots of times sitting at the foot of his bed, while Nile recuperated from a bout of anemia, his schoolwork on my lap, as I finished it up for him. We would joke and laugh a lot about guy stuff. The last time before we hooked up, he was sitting upright in his bed. All of a sudden, his head hit the pillow, and his body slung downward toward me. He let out a low sigh. I was terrifi

This is a true story. Caroline (Caz) was a colleague of mine. She was 29 and I was 60 when we met. We were both married. It started with childish flirting in the office. She teased me asking "Have you got something in your pocket or are you pleased to see me?" And I replied, "It is a brolly!" After that she would say "I see you've got that brolly in your pocket again!" It developed from there. Then we exchanged mobile numbers and very soon we were sexting. She was to become the first fuckbuddy I'd had for a while. We had agreed all the ground rules by texting before we met; no getting involved; it all about the sex; just fuck-buddies; not going to be asked to do anything you don't want to do; etc. ******************* Caz was not my preferred type. I like them petite and slim, skinny even, with breasts of a decent size. Caz was a buxom girl, with great tits and a big, round ass. About 5 8 tall and around 130lbs, she worked out 2 or 3 times per

This story contains explicit content with strong language, explicit sexual details, and some violence. This story is a complete work of fiction, everyone in this story consents to any sexual activity in this story, it is not forced on any character in any way. Every character is over the age of 18 years old, their names in this story if are real person is completely coincidental. All my stories are prior to the covid 19 outbreak, just to have a bit of how life was before it went crazy. This is a fictional story it is not in any way meant to resemble what is going on in our normal everyday lives. If you have an issue with this please do not read my stories. This will be in every disclaimer prior to every story I write from now on. This story is meant for entertainment and pleasurable purposes, that is my intent when writing them they are meant to be enjoyed however the reader wishes. (This is a continuation of The Sister Swap there are two parts, and The Boyfriend Swap part 1 and part

Note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. Peg moaned softly as Tyler kissed her. She moved her hips against his finger in her pussy, her breasts pressing hard against his chest. Her fingers lightly scratched his balls as she kissed him back and sucked on his tongue in her mouth. "I wanna try Aunt Peg." Tyler said, pushing her away slightly. Peg nodded. "Try what Tyler? Tell Aunt Peg what you want." "I want... I want you to pee on me..." Peg giggled. "You sure?" She stepped into the shower cubicle beckoning Tyler to follow her. She kissed him again and then pushed him down by his shoulders till he was kneeling before her. Tyler looked up at her pretty face and then to her trimmed bush. Peg slowly spread her legs, lifting one of them and placing the foot on the upraised corner of the shower stall. Tyler could see her pussy clearly now. And he could smell it too. His cock lurched hotly. "H...How do we do this Aunt Peg? God

Just like every other room in the house, the bathroom was hot. An uncomfortable, pressing heat that seeped right to the bone. This summer really had been merciless. There was a lot of space in the room: a closet, a walk in shower, a bath, a toilet, and two sinks - all in a comfortable palette of smooth tan. More importantly, there seemed to be a distinct lack of Noelle. Just as I was about to look for her somewhere else, a cheerful voice piped up from behind the glass of the shower. "In here, babe!" I hadn't noticed her through the transparent material. After a few short strides, I opened the door, and there she was, coyly smiling at me in her lovely perfection. Her hands were behind her back and she was leaning against the tiled wall. I gave her a cheeky grin and prepared to say something clever. "Come here often?" "Shush and get in, dork." After I closed the shower door and turned to face her again, she met me not with words, but with her lips. Ins

"And that's why New Dorset must return to the principles of the free market and individual initiative that once gave us the title of 'Nonpareil of the Pacific' — and could do so again. Thank you all." Nicole Tolley, MP for Portsmouth-Elgin, finishes her speech and steps down from the podium amid sustained applause. This is the third time she's been the featured speaker at the Portsmouth Business League dinner, held every year in early October, and her articulation of the principles of laissez-faire capitalism and how they apply in New Dorset have always gone over well. Portsmouth is the largest city and the commercial center of New Dorset, and the business community has always been the core of her political support. After a few final words from the business league's president, Nicole and the other speakers step down from the stage and find their assigned seats. Nicole finds herself at a table with leaders of some of New Dorset's most prominent corpor