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Zoë was an eighteen year old rebellious teenager. Like most other rebellious teenagers Zoë had done drugs, skipped school, broken curfew and came home a few times drunk. Zoë's parents had divorced when she was twelve, and since then she had not seen her dad. Zoë's mom had remarried three years later to Zack. Zack was thirty years old with black hair, blue eyes and a killer, rock hard body. At first when Zoë met him, she didn't like him. She wanted her mom and dad back together. After her seventeenth birthday and her dad didn't contact her once again, she lessened her dislike for Zack.

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I received this story a few years ago and felt that it should be posted on lit. It always arroused me... I remember my mom's friend Beth used to come over twice a week and give mom a massage. After that mom would give her a massage. They both undressed for the massage, but covered their buttocks with a towel. I used to come and go as I pleased and they seemed to think nothing of an eleven year old seeing them partially nude.

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Needless to say, I was enjoying my hot times with "Grandma" Anna and "Grandpa" Frank. I called my real grandmother to tell her that I was extending my stay by a couple of days, maybe even a week. "Ok, baby," grandma said on the phone. "I miss you, honey. But it's ok. Patty DeLay's husband just died, so I'm spending a lot of time with her. But come home soon. I need you." I agreed and hung up the phone.

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Jessica Turner glared out of the window. She had been planning this day for months and then a sudden downpour had wreaked havoc on her plans. Her brother was back from college today after a solid 2 years of not seeing his family and Jess wanted to make this a day for him to remember.

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My name is Jacob. I am 21 and I work as a materials handling specialist for a Chicago construction company. It pays very well, and while not always the most exciting job in the world it does have it's moments, like the time we ordered 500 toilet seals and received 500 toilet seats. But I digress. This story is about my Senior Prom. I had just turned 18 at the time and was dating this beautiful young woman named Stella. Blonde, blue eyed, 46 DD with a nice big ass. She was the object of my teen angst.

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The following morning was almost a replay of the one before. I woke fairly early and drove over to Mom's hotel, letting myself into her room with the spare key, again. The drapes were not drawn shut as they had been yesterday, but stood open allowing the faint light of dawn to softly light the room.

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I got a wonderful comment on an older, Valentine's fantasy story and a Halloween themed one was requested. I'll get to that some day but this idea popped in my head and wanted to write it. I hope you enjoy! No anal, some girl on girl but otherwise straight sex.

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The following story depicts plenty of male and female bisexuality, plus several fetishes such as anal, spitting, cum swapping and smoking. If you are offended by the notion of sexual acts between two men, you should skip this story and read something more suitable to your taste. The previous chapter has been revised and expanded. More chapters will follow soon.

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"Mom, you better stop sucking now. I'm almost there and I don't think it would be right to come in your mouth." "I really don't mind, dear. I like the taste of come, and it would be interesting to compare yours to your father's." "I wouldn't feel right about it, Mom. Maybe you could finish me off with your hand." "I have a better idea. How about a nice tit job. Your father begged for them."

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Tiffany Dawson stepped into the therapist's office of a walk-in clinic on a rainy Monday afternoon after work. She'd made sure her son Michael knew dinner was wanting for him in the oven and that'd she'd be home by six o' clock. Tiffany was a tiny woman, just over five feet tall, but she had a curvy build. Men and women alike often complimented her on her generous breasts, slender midsection and thick thighs. Tiffany's long, dark hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. A few tendrils had escaped and they gently caressed her smooth shoulders.

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