At the DIY Store
William browsed the array of batteries on display. Each little pair trapped in their own clear plastic and cardboard prison. He ran his finger along the row before him, then descended to the next one, searching for the correct size. Around him, a handful of other shoppers had also decided to spend their Saturday at the out-of-town DIY store on this typically drizzly English spring day. He found the right ones and dropped two packs into his basket, the same lime...
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“C’mon guys, stop fucking around and get over here. We need to get this done,” said Emma with a sigh.Tall, lanky and with small boobs and round glasses, she was your typical bookworm.The two guys she was talking to were Freddy and Gary. Freddy was like Emma; tall, reed-thin with glasses while Gary was, short, overweight and didn’t wear glasses.The three of them were in Emma’s dorm room where they were supposed to finish a project for one of their classes....
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After a couple of weeks of sneaking around we would go to Gary’s house every Wednesday night and Saturday afternoon when his Mum was at the shops or Bingo and his Dad and brother at a football match or the pub and fuck, suck and masturbate like horny rabbits. I just couldn’t get enough of his stiff cock in my hand, mouth or pussy and I soon developed a love of his sticky spunk and would drain his cock at any opportunity; most afternoons behind some...
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I still had a crush on Gary; the boy from the other school but we went weeks before I finally plucked up the courage to talk to him. It was a Friday afternoon and I'd been especially horny all day because the weather was hot and sunny plus I'd been playing hockey in the afternoon. That alone wouldn't normally have made me horny; but afterwards when I got changed and showered I gazed at the other girls in my class for the first time and got a new kind of buzz...
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You’re Just Asking For It Jan the thirteen-year-old girl down the street three houses wanted to see my fort, the one that Dad and I had built before he died in an automobile accident when I was twelve. Now that I was fourteen I found myself spending more and more time there…jerking off. The fort had no outside windows but it had a few peepholes like in motel room doors. It also had a couple of skylights to allow the sun in. The only way in or out was...
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