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Goldilocks and the Three Bears : Group story

There was once a family of three men, who were known locally as “The Three Bears” who lived in a cozy cottage in the woods where they worked as lumberjacks. There was great big, more than seven foot tall “Daddy Bear”, medium size six foot four “Uncle Bear”, and a shorter, eighteen year old “Junior Bear”. They got their name from the huge quantity of thick black body hair that covered them, complemented by bushy beards, their stocky stature (not to mention rather round bellies in the older two) and their strange habits, including avoiding clothes. People from villages nearby avoided them, though they believed them to be harmless.

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Making Copies (Part 1) : Group story

As I finished typing a memo my boss had handed to me earlier and looked up at the clock. It was 11:30am already. “I’ll never get all this stuff done today, unless I work through lunch.” I began to shuffle through the piles of papers on my desk and sighed. At least it wouldn’t be too hard, just a lot of copies to make. As I got everything together that needed to be copied I noticed Mathew’s workload was about the same as mine. With the merger closing in a week, just about everyone was over loaded.

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A Very Messy Birthday Present : Group story

Two weeks before my twentieth birthday, my Japanese girlfriend Ayumi turned to me in bed.

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Back from the gym : Group story

For years I tried to talk my wife Ellen into a threesome but she always tells me that she has a fantasy about it but that she doesn’t really want to do it. A couple of months ago I met Mike at the gym and we started working out together. Mike is a good looking guy in his mid-thirties and pretty well hung.

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The Master, the Madam and the Maid : Group story

The drive to Don and Carol’s isn’t far but traffic was snarled making the journey irritating. It had been an arduous work week for both Jean and I and we were looking forward to the evening as we always do to these special get-togethers.

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The gunpowder gals : Group story

I have decided to write down my account of what happened in that fateful year of 1864 and to deposit it in a sealed envelope with our family’s lawyers. Tomorrow is the first day of the twentieth century and I will leave instructions with the papers that they may not be unsealed until another hundred years has passed. My descendents may then finally learn the strange truth about how they came to be.

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I Am Dinner : Group story

My name is Ellen and my husband Brian describes me as a very pretty MILF with curly shoulder-length red hair; I am in my early fifties; 5’4”, 120lb, with 34C/D nice firm natural breasts with sensitive pinkish-brown nipples, a nice round silky smooth ass and a tight shaved pussy.

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Riding the Javelin : Group story

The best fun I had at school was when I got in with Jodi Malenger’s gang. This was in England, way back, but Jodi wasn’t English, he’d been born in Estonia or somewhere like that and his family had moved over when he was young.

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The Substitute : Group story

I received a call late last night asking me if I could fill for the day teaching a class over at the high school. I immediately said, “ yes.” I could really use the money right know.

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The Cuckold : Group story

I never knew why I was attracted to her in the first place. My name’s Jim, and I’m talking about my wife, Kiki. She was no more than a whore, and I knew it from the beginning. The first time I met her, I was at a bachelor party for one of my friends. Somebody said there was a stripper on the way, and we were eager to see her. I was shocked when she came in; she was gorgeous. About 5’5″, short-cropped black hair, and a beautiful face. She wore a short, tight skirt and stockings, a satin blouse and high heels. She had a man with her-a big man-that looked like a thug; her protector, obviously. He stood silently against a far wall.

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