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Atlanta has always been a fun town for me, but this trip had been even better. I had ordered a custom Jeep from an Atlanta customizer. Having a big-wheel four wheel drive vehicle had been a dream for a long time and the time had finally arrived.

We signed the papers late in the evening, so after tooling around town for a while, I had rented a motel room, planning to get an early start back to Alabama. I overslept and after breakfast and checking out of the motel, I didn’t get on the road until after eight.

I quickly noticed a benefit to the large wheels I had not anticipated. It put me way above the rest of the traffic and I had a great view. But the view was even better from time to time as I would pass cars and look down to see lovely legs through the window. Occasionally, I would even catch a glimpse of frilly panties peeking out.

I put the Jeep’s cruise control on 73 mph after I got out of the metro area. I figured that there would be fools going a lot faster that would get the unwanted attention from those Georgia Patrol cars that seemed to lurk everywhere on the interstate. Up ahead, I noticed a red convertible with long blond hair flying in the wind. My speed was a little faster than hers so I slowly crept up on her. As I closed in, I heard the sound of her stereo system blasting over the wind noise. The music must have covered the sound of the Jeep, because there was no reaction as I drew along side the lady.

To my delight, the lovely lady seemed to have other things on her mind. Her skirt was pulled up and her hand was busy frigging her pussy inside her panties, keeping time with the beat of the music. It looked like she was having a ball as she cruised. I had a hard time concentrating on the road and watching the display at the same time. I hoped she wouldn’t notice me for a while so I could keep watching. (click to read entire story…)

Anderson asked the logical question: “Now what?”

“We’ll handle this just like a standard set of permanent orders.” He pulled the desk drawer open and handed Anderson a piece of paper, it was another set of BuPers message orders. When the standard wording was translated, it read that Lt Anderson was to be detached from his current duty station, take 30 days’ leave (known as “delrep” for “delay in reporting”) and report to the military air terminal at McGuire Air Force Base in civilian clothes; he was not to use his own vehicle to get there. His personal effects (known as “household goods” or “HHG”) were to be put in storage at government expense for the duration of the orders. “You won’t be stationed at McGuire,” Col. Hampton explained, “That’s where we’ll be picking you up. Bring three days’ worth of clothes. The Commodore of DesRon 2 has already written a detaching fitness report, you’ll sign it when you get to where you’re going after your leave.

“So go home and get your personal life in order. Make sure you’re parents know that you’re going to be out of touch for a long time, it may be a few years before they get to see you.” He handed Anderson a card. “They can call this number in case of an emergency, but make damn sure they understand that doesn’t include anything less than imminent death. And make sure they know that you may not be able to come back for any kind of emergency. You can use the address on the card as a forwarding address for your mail.”

“Where am I going?”

“You’ll know when you get there, Sherry. The same lady who drove you here will take you back to your transportation. See you in a month.”

Anderson left the room. Hampton watched him go and sighed. He was getting to have too much time in this assignment, he told himself. At first, he thought of the program as a way to gain some use from worthless deviates. But now, he knew that the men he recruited were fine people, they simply had a different orientation. Hampton now knew that tossing them out was a waste; now at least he could do something with some of them. (click to read entire story…)

Note: This is a fantasy about teens having sex with other teens, so if this offends you, please read no further and choose another story instead.

Rob and Brittany talked in hushed tones as they sat on the bed in Rob’s room. Their mom was asleep in her room and the door was locked, but they still took no chances. Rob fingered his sister beneath her pajama tee shirt as they talked. She rubbed his swollen cock beneath his jockey shorts.

Lately, 15 year old rob and his 13 year old sister had taken to getting each other to a pre-climax state by openly fantasizing about each of them and another person. When they had done everything the could do to arouse the other, they would fuck.

“Okay, now that you’ve seen me do it with Jeromy, I want to watch you do it with Nicole. Don’t worry, she’ll do what I tell her to because she wants into my panties. Nikki is into young girls. She tells everyone that she shaves her pussy because of swim team, but the real reason is that she wants to look like the girls that she wants to do it with. Like, I am almost too old for her because she really likes fifth and sixth graders. But for some reason, she wants me. That was the whole reason for doing it with Jeremy, so that she could see me naked and maybe get me turned on enough to do it with her.”

“What would you do with another girl?” Rob asked. (click to read entire story…)

Note: This is a fantasy about teens having sex with other teens, so if this offends you, please read no further and just choose something else to read.

Fifteen-year-old Rob Kramer was worried sick about becoming a sixteen-year-old virgin. He wasn’t a bad looking guy. Just an ordinary kid. Brown Hair. Brown eyes. Average build. Not tall enough to be a basketball legend and not wide enough to be a fullback. He rarely got less than a C or more that a B. Rob thought of himself as Mr. Average. He had a few brief encounters with girls but sexually had never gotten past the feeling-up stage.

Lately, Rob was having a hard time understanding the mixed feelings he was having lately about his 13 year old sister. Even though he was only two years older, he had always been protective of her. Sure, they argued and fought as typical kids always did, but he still always made sure that she caught the school bus, had her lunch and the other things that a protective brother would do. And he knew that she looked up to him as a “big brother” even though she did sometimes act bratty.

Brittany was always “Little Miss Perfect”. Straight A’s in school. Room always immaculate. Her clothes always matched. Her chestnut brown hair was always precision cut with perfectly straight bangs in front and straight across her back. She had big brown eyes that could radiate whatever expression she was feeling. They had a habit of making people want to do Brittany’s bidding.

Until now, he had always thought of her as a little kid. She had been in elementary school. She never paid attention to boys. Her body had not yet started the adolescent development… until now. (click to read entire story…)

It was a dark day in Paradise. Dank air stifled what used to be the purest location… Grace dusted herself off before rising to realize her own nudity. Her hands touched gently the soft breasts which she had always taken for the norm….that was before the fall. They were fallen angels, and they knew not where they were, only the beauty from which they were thrust. She looked around slowly. It was a sad place, this earth…

Tremendously aware of her own nudity, she wandered cautiously to the side of a small tidepool and looked down. There is a difference between being naked, and knowing you are naked…almost like a baby discovering his ears…he could always hear, and yet he knew not how… Grace gazed for a few moments at her own figure, devoid of wings, staring into her own eyes. As her eyes traveled downward, so did her hands.

She let her hands cup lightly her milk-white breasts as her fingertips explored her hardened nipples. She then let her hands slip downward, caressing her stomach and thighs. She then let her hand rest at the triangular patch of hair below her belly button. She rubbed it gently and felt something she had never felt before. It was a mixture of nausea and elation. She moved her fingers inward and felt her own wetness. A cool breeze swept over her body, braising her hair over her shoulders and across her breasts…she closed her eyes.

When she reopened them, she was not alone. Staring into the tidepool, she saw another fallen one at her side. She turned to face him, then seeing his bareness, Grace tried to shield her eyes with her hand.

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