This is a little departure from my usual creampie stories. Yes there are creampies in it as they are my favorite. But there is some male bisexuality as well. If this offends you, please skip this story. Thank you.
When I think back to my college years, I always smile. Especially because of the pranks we played on each other and what we had to do to pledge our fraternities. In fact, that’s where I learned about eating a creampie.
My wife boasts that at least I learned something useful in
Rules were very important to her. Rules about eating. Rules about time management. Rules about messing around. She’d lived her whole life by her rules, and it kept her happy. It’d been awhile since she’d had anyone else play by her rules though; she was getting frisky. That’s why she’d texted him, “Are you in town this weekend?” He knew her rules. He liked her rules, and right now he was the only man she knew who could satiate her desires.
As soon as he
I looked on in horror at what had just happened. All my attempts to keep my true identity secret had been snatched from me in that one cold moment when Charles Wild, Skipper of the Golden Eagle, grabbed my shirt and it came away in his hands.
His eyes focused on the bindings that held my breasts in place to give the impression I was a boy. I saw the lust in his eyes and realised I could no longer hide under the name of Jack Jones.
My greater fear was that I would be exposed as Rose Turner;
Sam White moved around the party, accepting congratulations, chatting about his future.
It was mostly family here for his High School graduation party, since a lot of friends were having their own, and about the only person his age was his cousin, Becca, who would graduate herself next year. She was off chatting with her mother, Sam’s Aunt Julie, and as he approached, he heard Becca say, “But, Mom, none of my friends like him! He’s like such a dork!”
Upon seeing Sam come
Jimmy was disappointed to find his fantasy woman from the previous trip to his grandparents wasn’t on the train this time, but amused himself by remembering his mother’s cries as all those cocks filled her slutty body. He’d been tormented in her presence since the revelation in Dan’s cellar and had tried to avoid her as much as possible; a trip to his gran’s would be just the thing to help him work his mind straight, he thought, and he was right – though not
Ella shifted in her aisle seat uncomfortably. It had been a long flight and there were still a couple hours left. On her right sat two hefty middle aged men, snoring obnoxiously or chewing on snacks with their mouths open, their pudge and arms spilling over into her seat.
She had tried sleeping, listening to music, even reading, but nothing caught her attention and the flight was dragging on so slow. She sighed, wishing she was in New York already.
She thought about Mark, who had confessed his
I’ve been watching her for days and I don’t know why. What was it she had that made my colleague, Fran, employ her? She was average looking at best and her figure was nothing special, not that you could really see that much of it as she kept it covered up at all times. Her fashion sense at times seemed frumpy and old for a younger woman. Her name was Claire and I’d say about twenty years my junior.
Fran regularly shouted at her across the office floor and from what I have seen
I was in kitchen preparing dinner when Graham called from office and said he would be coming home early as he had something important to tell us.
Worried that it might be bad news, I asked him to tell it right away but he calmed me down saying, “Don’t worry, it’s not bad news,” and hung up.
By the time he came back from office, I, along with our nineteen-year-old son and eighteen-year-old daughter, were nervously waiting for him in living room. As soon as he entered the
Taylor rolled over and her hand lightly smacked Kate across the mouth. Kate flinched awake. She cast a bleary eye about the bedroom before realizing what had happened. She groaned softly as she stretched under the covers. She kissed the back of Taylor’s hand and tucked it safely back under the covers. Kate looked Taylor over. The blonde was cute even drooling on her pillow while sleeping off the massive bender from last night.
The blurry memories of the night before began to surface in
“Sh, Sh, Sh, sweet baby, it is going to be ok.” Looking at the wall clock, I notice it is 4 a.m. 2 hours of non-stop crying. What started as a little whimper has gone into a full blown distress cry. I am now officially a single mom. Emily is a week old and we are trying to learn how to breastfeed together.
There is no lonelier feeling than being up in the middle of the night with a crying baby. Plus, being a first time mom, I have no clue what to do. My
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