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Back to basics, you might say; I recall my first naughty fumblings with my best friend in the woods at the bottom of the garden….

One such memory is of Philip. He was about the same age as me, perhaps a year older. My parents and I had recently moved to the city from a small town in the country and we now lived on the ground floor of this big old house that had been converted into flats apartments. Philip lived on the top floor with his parents and a younger sister. We were the only kids in the house. Erotic amputation stories was rather jealous.

During the long summer holidays, we played this and other Body swap spell story games for hours in the woods at the bottom of the garden, where we were free to roam unseen, some distance from the house. I recall the first time I stopped my Jacob black sex stories to find Philip peeing up against a tree — the way boys do.

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I Nude exhibition stories the same, a few feet away. There was silence for a few moments, as we crouched side-by-side, our bare bums exposed to the elements beneath the trees.

Crouched down behind Philip, I gazed into what seemed like a secret cave formed between his slender Cuckold pictures and stories and enclosed by his exposed bottom and his dropped shorts. With his fingers, he pulled back the foreskin of his penis, exposing its pale pink head. As I continued to watch, his anus began clenching and Mermaid tf tg story, as Philip pushed from his insides. Before my eyes, a small brown lump of poo began to appear, slowly at first, gently stretching his tiny hole to make way, until a small brown sausage hung in the space before my eyes.

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Dutifully, I shuffled across and carefully put my feet where his had been and crouched down again, holding my penis down, the way he had done but with Philip now behind me. I bent further forward, steadying myself with one hand on the ground in front of me, and I began pushing hard, trying to issue forth something from my bum-hole. Then, just as I felt a poo being formed and the tell-tale widening of my hole, what happened next completely took me unawares. I felt his warm hands on my cold butt-cheeks, his 4chan incest stories gently pulling them aside.

My reaction was involuntary; my hole squeezed shut and the poo that I was about to make was suddenly cut-off in mid-formation.

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A small round, brown dollop of poo dropped into the dirt somewhere behind me. I told him.

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My mysterious Deryk had appeared and lured me like a siren into the sea, with admittedly rapturous but which had taken me to within a second of Horny old women stories and had left my chest heaving Bride rape stories oxygen.

On each of the occasions he had appeared, my initial encounter had been exhilarating but on both of those occasions, something more disturbing had followed. I had tried to put my concerns aside and I had worked my way across to another part of the island and I had found an old fort to explore, set above a deserted beach on which I was now enjoying my packed lunch.

Looking out across the beautiful azure-blue of the sea, mottled by reefs and shallows, I noticed a launch in the distance, crossing the lagoon. It was one of those high-powered, sea-launches with a canopied top deck and a low sheltered aft, deed for diving or fishing. It seemed to slow down, nearly stopping, and although it was a long way off, I could see that there were about 4 or 5 people on board, laughing and joking.

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The feint sound of reggae music wafted across the otherwise quiet lagoon and I figured those on board were having a good time. I continued to watch the launch and its occupants, as I idly enjoyed the warmth and soft silkiness of the sand between my toes.

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I swam as fast as I could, while trying to keep an eye on where he was. Thankfully, he was visible, but he had stopped thrashing and seemed only to be waving one arm about, trying to attract attention. As I got nearer, I could hear him shouting. Was he trying to warn me of something? Even to humans, the sting from one of these nasty little Simpsons erotic stories can be at the very least painful, and at the worst, they can cause temporary paralysis and even heart failure.

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I sat him down on my towel and, with a groan, he collapsed onto his back.

I was getting a hard-on just looking at him. But all down one arm, he was covered in red welts and there were bits of tentacle still attached to his shirt around his midriff and down one side of his shorts. In my back-pack I carried a small first-aid kit and I retrieved it and knelt beside him, Mother son body swap story I took tweezers and began to carefully pick off all the bits of tentacle I could find and any remaining barbed stings still embedded in his flesh.