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Willpower, Part Five
Oh wow! Katie’s big sister was sunbathing in the shrubbery directly below the bedroom window where I stood. She looked awesome, taller and far fuller in the hips and thighs than Katie was, with a long shiny sheet of straight fair hair instead of the latter’s curls. I couldn’t believe how skimpy her bikini was! Practically everything of her was on show, and the pale glimmer of her lovely outstretched form was making me feel faint.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Willpower, Part Four
With Katie's knickers in one fist before my face and the other hand up my boy-skirt, I drew in a deep breath and began. The first clumsy touch was heaven, mingled with twinges of too-tight underpants pain, my fingers squelching down on stiffness while essence of Katie sluiced through my nostrils and fired desire all through my body to the tips of my toes. The rapturous teeming centre of it though was the front of my underwear, and I groped again greedily then pressed down hard with my palm, gathering up my pants-fabric then releasing again in a continuous motion I couldn't get enough of. And all the time I sniffed, eyes closed in bliss, clutching Katie's precious panties to my nose and lips. They were suffused with her. I couldn't imagine what she did in them all day to get them smelling like that!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Willpower, Part Two
Katie and I sat together on the bus as we headed back to hers after gym. She hadn't showered and smelled more than ever, but at least had changed back into her uniform which included a skirt, and stockings. These she was absent-mindedly tugging up as she sat beside me, one after the other. I stared, unable to drag my eyes away, even though I was fast becoming uncomfortably stiff in my underpants all over again.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Racing Against Anna, Part Two
The minute I tried to dive under the hurdle, upside-down Anna smartly swung herself the rest of the way to the ground and landed blocking my path, the heels of her sparkling sneakers clapped together. I stumbled, flushing. If I tried what I'd been planning now, I'd run face-first into her feet!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Robin's Fourth Girlfriend, Chapter Three
When Presh and Robin returned to Joe’s house there was no sign of their host, nor any of his other guests. That however made sense, since he had said earlier he was going to need his space-car. By teatime no-one was back, so the Mini-Flashes first fed the cats and then made the most of the well-stocked kitchen to load up a pair of trays for themselves.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
