Eighteenth birthday Stories

Chapter 7: The Poker Game Madison blew up flotation devices on the bottom of the round circular table she was holding and threw it into the middle of the hot tub. It was conveniently sized so that it nicely fit between everyone. She then set the deck of waterproof playing cards in the middle of the table. “I think everyone knows what we’re playing,” Madison grinned. “Yes!” Jason exclaimed, giving a fist pump. Morgan and K...

Chapter 4: The Party Chloe was glad she and her parents could work something out for her birthday. Before going out to what ended up being more of an early dinner, they had given her their big birthday gift: a brand-new computer for college. Her father had proudly listed off all kinds of statistics about its memory, graphics, and processor speed, which she didn’t fully grasp but that he clearly found impressive. Regardles...

Chapter One: The Invitation Chloe slowly sipped on her mocha sweet coffee and sighed, watching as the brown of the coffee and the white of the cream danced around each other in the cup. It seemed just like Madison to set up a time to meet and then be late for her own meeting. Although, Chloe didn’t mind it all that much. She had nothing else better to do at the moment, and it allowed her to observe her surroundings, as sh...

I was sitting in the rear seat of a Chrysler, My good, caring father fucked me there. I was still stuffed from Daddy's goo, And his driver fucked me too. All I had to do now was groan, My lovely mother devoured my cunt, and I couldn't help but moan. My mum had a round, firm bum, The driver filled her ass with his cum. My brother was at home; he was sick, And he sported a big, hard dick. While he fucked me into ecstasy, Da...

To be honest, I have never thought of myself as the quintessential “Scarlet woman.” God forbid! Brought up, the eldest of four children within a typically strict Catholic family, I had little inclination, let alone opportunity, to stray from the fold as it were. Maybe it had something to do with my having married so young – at just eighteen, to a boy I met in my first year at the University of Toronto. Conrad had swept me...