It was my last year of high school. I had just turned 18. I lived with my father and stepmom. My father was in sales and traveling most of the week. So, I spent a lot of time with my 42-year-old stepmother. She was hot, everybody said so. She had an athletic hourglass figure, but with very large DD breasts. They didn’t sag, they just stuck out. Men just stared at her including myself. I tried to be subtle about it. I didn...

If you had told Max Shelton just a month ago that in just a few short weeks he would stop a school shooting, get awarded an unlimited free-use sex pass, and go on to fuck his teachers and his bully’s mom—not to mention his own mom numerous times—he’d laugh you out of the room. If you had added that he’d also be dating the most popular girl at school, he would have had you committed. But that is the reality for Max. The ne...

Max and Lindsay walk home together, their fingers intertwined as if trying to keep reality at bay. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over the suburban street, making their shadows stretch out like lovers in a romantic movie. To say it was a whirlwind day would be an understatement. Yet for Max Shelton, the recent recipient of a rare unlimited free-use sex pass granted by the government as a reward for thwarting a sc...

The Next Morning The morning light filtered softly through the blinds, casting lazy stripes across the cluttered dorm room. Nia lay tangled in the sheets, sore and dripping from the night before, her body humming with memory. A low groan escaped her when Cam’s thick fingers slid beneath her pajama waistband. She stirred, smiling sleepily, spreading her thighs to invite him closer. The cold contrast of his touch made her s...

Cam’s face was lit by the glow of the PlayStation screen, jaw tight, eyes focused, headset snug over his ears. Quarterback of the Eastvale Titans, he carried himself with the easy confidence of someone who knew half the campus wanted him. Six-foot-one, broad shoulders, solid muscle under smooth caramel skin… he looked like he’d been carved just for sex appeal. Even reclined in bed, controller in hand, he radiated that raw...

CHAPTER 2 Free-use Highschool Hero: The Adventures of Max (Chapter 2) In the wild aftermath of his mother's reluctant submission, his blowjob at the checkout counter of his local grocery store with a real life "Karen" and the shocking classroom display with his English teacher, Mrs. Perkins, 18-year-old Max Shelton was riding high. As the rare recipient of an unlimited free use sex pass for his bravery in preventing a sch...

"You're not seriously considering it, are you?" Max Shelton’s best friend, Jake, leaned over the lunch table, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and excitement. Max shoved a fry into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully before responding. "It's a free pass, man. How do I not consider it?" Jake's grin grew as he leaned closer, whispering, "You know it's like winning the lottery, right? But with boobs!" The cafeteria's cacophony...

I knocked on the apartment door, honestly surprised at how nice the block Chloe and her partner lived in - they even had a concierge who'd given me a professional once over before directing me to the elevators and confirming the floor I needed from memory. As I pushed the button for the suggested floor, I let out a low whistle of appreciation at just how swanky the complex was - clearly, there was money in the pornography...

The car ride to the airport was a pattern of tension, with 18-year-old Bobby Smith's every move met by his mom's sharp tongue. "Bobby, did you remember the snacks?" "Bobby, did you remember your toothbrush?" Her frustration was palpable, a testament to his perpetual ineptitude. "We're going to miss the exit," Michelle yelled, her eyes glued to the road ahead as she maneuvered their minivan through the bustling airport tra...

Susan hummed a gentle tune, the melody floating through the quiet house as she dragged a damp cloth across the coffee table. The late summer sun spilled through the wide windows, painting the living room in hues of gold and amber. Dust motes danced in the beams, catching her eye as she worked, the rhythmic swipe of her hand almost hypnotic. The stillness was broken only by the occasional groan of the old wooden floorboard...

I stepped onto the campus of Westford University, my heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nerves. It was my first day as a freshman, and I had just enrolled in a unique scholarship program that would change my life forever. The Freeuse Scholarship, as it was called, was an exclusive opportunity for girls like me—petite, young, and eager—to receive a full ride to college in exchange for a very particular set of re...

I married my second husband, Jim, in 1995. I was forty-two years old. He was the same age. I had no children, but he had a son who just turned eighteen. Frank was still in high school, his final year. Frank was a little strange. He was very shy and quite feminine. He never had a girlfriend. I didn’t much care for him, but I was his stepmother. His real mother was estranged and Frank didn’t spend any time with her. My husb...