This story, however, is less risqué, but is one of far more honestly than what I have written before. I hope you enjoy it, and always welcome critiqu...e and constructive criticism. While based on actual, personal experience, this story is to be considered a work of fiction. ***** I had barely sat down when she placed the drink in front of me, a diet-Pepsi with a slice of lemon, very little ice. Perfect. It was one of the reasons I frequented this restaurant for lunch: great service. Eating here. All I could think about was my stepmom. Fucking her was all that I could think about. I knew I should keep my mind on other things but her big ass and hairy pussy had my full thoughts. I continued on with classes that day not really in to school at all.It was evening before I got back home. I was ready to head up to my room when Sally called me from the kitchen. She was there at the table looking through what I thought was a magazine. I went over to see what she wanted to show me. As it turned. Next for me is blackout. And I wake in his bed in his bed on my knees facing the wall with my hands on the wall. And I wake up from that blackout because of the pain of his cock entering my ass. It made me scream.Me: AaaaaahThomas: Mmmm I’m sorry I just really wanted your tight teen ass girl. Don’t worry I’m going back in your pussy.He was breathing heavily and rubbed the head of his cock on my pussy a few times before going back in. He was pulling back on my hair and pushing me against the. "Inside, there were a half-circle of chairs facing a single man seatedon little stage. "Zed?" she asked. "You ready for our guests?" Sure thing hun," he answered. "Gather 'round folks, and I will tellyou the true story of how a little western outpost became known asTolerance Town." The tourists sat, and the man glanced at some notesbeside him, and then began."Well, folks, we have to go back to a little bit more than 5 yearsago. At that time, this town was called Tinsville. I was just a.