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I'm working on an addition to the Pam Years series that will be one of my longer postings so far on SOL. Probably about 1/3 of the way finished now, it's titled "Witchy-Poo, Anarchist and the Nymphs". Get ready for some nudism, swinging, group sex, a gorgeous pair of 15 year-old bisexual twins learning about G-spot orgasms and anal sex, incest, and all those other things that make you stroke to the stories on SOL!

Thanks to the suggestions and constructive criticism of a reader and fellow SOL author, I've re-written portions of this little flash story. I think it reads much better now. Thanks, LughIldanach!

I know, it's been a while since I posted. Sorry for the delay, but I've got two stories going in the Pam Years series at once. Holly is slowly telling her tale, and Ben is letting me know about meeting Witchy-Poo, Anarchist and the Nymphs. Here's a brief excerpt.

But the bottom line was we all already knew each other. We just hadn't seen each other in person before. And we all seemed to like what we saw.

Which is why within ten minutes, I was leaning back on a chaise lounge, cupping Jenn's little tits from behind while she bounced on my stiff cock in a reverse cowgirl position. Pam was sprawled tits down up the foot of the chaise between my legs, her face bumping into our wide-spread crotches as Todd pounded his big cock into her from behind. Pam was trying to lick, but it's hard to lick when you're wailing in non-stop orgasms like she was. Jennifer shuddered into what must have been her third hard cum and leaned back against me, moaning and shaking as I spurted, spurted, spurted up into her hot, slick and tightly convulsing love canal. Todd thrust hard again into my girlfriend and grunted his own release. He sank back onto his heels, panting and the girls shooed me off the chaise, laying it flat and then moving into a 69, Pam on top, hungry mouths seeking out slimy cum-fulled cunts.

That will have to hold you! Maybe by next weekend...

Yes, I realize that there are continuity errors in some of my stories when I first post them. That's what happens when you try to pound out a lot of lines in a short time. As soon as I notice them, I correct them.

Writing is strange work. Sometimes the words just flow, and sometimes you build a character or two, and have to wait for them to decide how they are going interact and where the story is going to go.

And sometimes, they rush ahead so fast you can't keep up, and mistakes happen. Ben, Pam and Holly are all that way. Holly's trying to talk to me right now, but both Ben and Pam are clamoring for her to hurry up, because they want the floor again.

This may turn into a wild ride.

"Pam's Story: Meeting Ben" is shaping up nicely and should be posted in a day or two. It's the foundation story for the series.