"I love you, but I do hope this rug is washable, you seem to have stained a little," Julie replied as she eased it out of his classic ass and removed the strapon harness. "Who cares?" Tony said as they lay in bed later cuddling each other as they fell asleep in each other's arms. This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work vintage of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who "dips his wick" or "rides the rod" without protection. The Lost Tribe (m-solo, f-solo, mF, mf, mm, 1st, cons, interr, nc, oral, impreg?, reluc) by Krosis of the Collective Two years ago: Everything shook, waking Jason from his nap. Where was he? The lights flickered off and back on. He looked around the plane cabin. Oh, right...he and his Christian middle school class were on their way home from their trip to Hawaii. The chartered jet plane shook again, and thunder roared right outside. Again the lights flickered. Other students gasped...he heard one girl crying. Sister Nancy entered the cabin from the front. "Keep calm, everyone! The pilot says we'll be through this soon." Then a sound as loud as the world smashed into Jason's head. The inside of the cabin briefly lit up pale blue and the plane broke into a dive. He felt his stomach rise at the sudden loss of altitude and in the aftermath of the flash he saw Sister Nancy's head wife hit the ceiling just before the lights went out for good. Everyone was screaming. He could feel the weightlessness of freefall pushing him up against his seat belt. He wondered if he might lose his lunch. He struggled to remember what he had for lunch, the absurdity of such a thought lost to him as they plummeted from the sky. And then there was nothing. Now: Jason crept through the underbrush, careful not to touch any of the plants around him. The pig was no more than 50 feet ahead. He held his spear tightly as he painstakingly skirted fern and frond. Closer, closer... At 15 feet the pig squealed and started to run. "Damnit!" thought Jason, and he broke into a sprint. His shoes, while coming apart from the soles at the toes, still had enough tread to keep him surefooted as he dashed forward. The pig darted through the brush, barely visible, but loud so Jason wouldn't lose it. He was gaining. Jason scooped up a fist-sized rock as he ran, tossing it ahead and off to the left where the pig japanese seemed to be headed. "Teacher look what do you make of that?" Have a good japanese day." "I wish to apologize for how we treated you. I just remember wife having fun. Dave and Mike had come out in one car, and Susan and I in another. I gasped and he filled my mouth with his cock. If people believed you ruled them, it became their reality. My cheek burned as my shoulders shook. I wasn't sure of what was going on until Leon moaned "I love a hairy white pussy" and mom's face went beet red. 'If you call his roughness fondling, yes, he fondled my breasts,' she said. Trouble was I didn’t have time to become settled in me new place before the visitors started arriving. I vintage closed my legs quickly. I was sliding my mouth up and down over his cock as I reached into my purse classic and pulled out the strip of condoms. I inserted my penis in her pussy . I then started shaking my dick. But maybe not, just maybe, she took a liking to me and gave me some special treatment! “It hurts,” she said.