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It covers a myriad of taboo sexual categories, ranging from "incest" to "rape," and beyond. If taboo thoughts, ideas and fantasies are not your sexual "cup of tea," then by all means, please feel free to bypass this story entirely. Consider yourself warned. The storyline of this novel occasionally jumps around in time--either forward, or backward--from one chapter to the next. So those of you who do decide to continue onward to actually read this whole story through to the very end will need to pay close attention to the year date at the beginning of each chapter. JOHN'S DREAM GIRL An Adult Erotic Twisted Tale About Taboo Relationships by rat_race CHAPTER 1 1997: The John There's just something very special and exciting about doing a thing for the first time ever. Especially when that "thing" is a brand new vagina that one's erect penis is on the verge of penetrating. At least, that was the essence of the main thought that was preoccupying Johnathan Ridgeway's mind, while he was rubbing the head of his erect dick along the crack of her moist pussy. John had already screwed more chicks in his 46 years on the face of this earth than he could count on all of his fingers and toes combined. But this woman, who was about to become the next "notch" on John's "gun," was truly different from all the others. He sensed that there was something very special about her. But he couldn't quite put his finger on it. And John knew this from the very moment that their eyes had first locked together. She had walked into Fred's bar earlier that same evening, and had sat down on indian the bar stool at the bar, right beside John. There was really nothing spectacular about the way that this 27-year-old lady looked, or dressed. She was wearing a loose-fitting beige sweater, faded blue jeans and some dark-brown cowboy boots, with her jeans tucked neatly inside them. Her shoulder-length, brunette hair was perfectly-parted right down the middle to form thick ponytails that were hanging down on each side of her head. Her twin ponytails were way too long and thick to be called pigtails, even though that's what they technically were. And she had each ponytail tied up with a narrow piece of royal blue ribbon, done up in almost-identical bows hanging over the top of each ear. She had a Big Tits rather plain-looking unremarkable face, accented with only the minutest touch of makeup, which did help to make her face look a little bit more attractive than it really was. And she had a slender, boyish-looking body that no guy in his right mind would ever describe as being "built like a brick shit-house." But then John wasn't exactly a "Mel Gibson" either. He was already at least 35 pounds overweight, with most of that excess fat being deposited around his stomach and waist, in the classic "tire-tube pattern" that middle-aged wives are all too familiar with. He had thick brown hair, which was about the only thing that he had in common with the lady just described in the previous paragraphs. And John was already going prematurely bald. But he had enough hair covering the rest of his body to more than make up for the noticeable lack-of-hair on the very top of his head. He wore brown horn-rimmed glasses, was a high-end computer analyst by profession, and most of the women who knew him considered him to be a nerdy type of guy. Definitely not the type of guy that a woman would normally get the hots for. But since John had money, and all of the exorbitant trappings to go along with it, he also had been blessed with the good fortune amateur of being able to bed almost all of the women that he had ever actively tried to pick up. There are a lot of gold-diggers in this world, and John knew it. And he also didn't give a damn. “I wanted it just as much as you did!” And then she patted him on the bottom and sent him on his way. But I only have done it with two men in the past. Yet. Meanwhile, I shifted my left hand up along her jawline and began gently stroking her ear with my thumb. And I want you to tell me every juicy detail amateur about that night with Art. "Damn right," she yelled. And me, of course. Then, once you two pussies are no longer needed…" Musad's dark chuckle made both girls freeze in terror. Moving further down his cock, my tongue swirled around the underside of his shaft as I bobbed slowly along his cock. The head alone was a mouthful, and there was no way Mark could deepthroat the monster before him, but he tried nonetheless. He put the shorts back on. in the second row i recognized mr. rowling, my 5th grade religion teacher who works for the church... stroking a hard cock, his eyes glazed over. I do want to," she replied. “Samus, make sure they get it done.” I don't... I managed to find a sleeveless, short blouse that could tie at the bottom and she agreed to wear it. I asked her if she wanted to join me, and she got all flustered, so I started jacking it.” Willowbud began stroking herself, “And eventually, she just couldn’t resist.” Joys asked again as she moved closer with the camera on, recording. How might he reward that courage? Cindy started bucking her hips again. With all the planning and my expectations for the mission shattered in a heartbeat, I stare dumbfounded. Jacob said, “I’ve read stories of this, indian but I thought Big Tits it was just stories.” Tom said, “Most women like to pleasure a man by sucking his cock. “Son, I think we are going to stay here tonight. To be continued... "Wanna try again?...you don't appear very lively...