Brad and Barry seemed to be two brothers that were normal in all appearances. They did all the things that twins would normally do together. They shared their closes as they were the exact same size. They played together all during their childhood and got along pretty well at most times. Not to say that
I’ve been into the lifestyle for twelve years now. I was recently diagnosed with both HPV and cervical cancer. Although the cancer is under control now and I’m doing fine, I had to find a new outlet for my frustrations. This story is true, and one of my last experiences. I don’t know what bestiality
Jeff, arriving home from school, found Isabel napping on the couch in the Family Room. Without waking her, he sat down to open the mail in the large over-stuffed chair nearby, affording him a view of his Grandmother’s thighs and the entrapped panties in the narrow crease between the opulent twin mounds of her bottom.
Suddenly, Carol felt her passionate neighbor slipping downward in the bed. She popped her eyes open, raising her head to watch in excited anticipation as the older girl’s voluptuous white curves slithered warmly downward on top of her, easing Carol’s own legs and thighs insistently apart with the wedging pressure of her supple, shapely body.
The big German shepherd panted as if grinning up at the tall, curvaceous girl with the long, ash-blonde hair, and whimpered in excitement when she reached down and petted his great head. She smiled, revealing a perfect set of even white teeth, oohed a pet phrase at him, then directed her attention to the attractive
I am a high school science teacher that teaches everything from biology, to geology, to physical science. It was the end of the school year, and I had turned in my grades and was cleaning up the class and lab room. “So here you are,” I heard a voice say. I turned around and, after
Gloria was a C-level actress who was struggling to make a mark in the film industry. She was popular enough to get a few modest acting jobs and to be recognized off-set, but she was still trying mightily to convince producers and directors that she belonged in their movies and that she could handle more
I see you sitting there. You seem shy. You seem… new. Like you’ve never even been to a place like this before. Like you’ve never been with a guy before. Like it’s making you nervous, and maybe a bit scared. I take another sip of my drink and decide I need something tastier. I decide
Nate Grey recovered a lot quicker than I would have suspected. Whilst we had been busy… entertaining his “sister”, his incredible psionic powers were working on repairing the damage the psionic resonance had inflicted on his mind – now he had full access to his intelligence again, but I suspected that his “openness” to commands
Jarvis felt her respond and gave a low, contented growl. Gripping her hips hard, he backed out until all but the barbed knob of his pecker were freed from her tight, clenching anal passageway. Then, with a savage grunt, he pounded back into her. Melanie screamed, but it was a scream of pure pleasure. She
“Oh, fuck me, Brutus, FUCK ME!” Melanie Wilkerson screamed, writhing in ecstasy and raking her nails across the broad sweaty back of the brawny black stud who was humping his burly physique savagely on top of her curvaceous, lily white form. Brutus slammed his gargantuan eleven inch pecker deep into the lovely blonde girl’s impossibly
Under our bottoms, around our waists, well up our backs and down our legs, we were soaked. We lay in a peed-in bed, like children just awoken from a dream that lasts too long. “Oh, such a warm, cozy bed, and now it’s been wet by your big penis,” Katie scolded Nick. She reached between
“You know what?” Caroline was talking softly and I knew she was saying something confidential. “What.” “Henderson told me: *no one* is being laid off.” “No one?” I responded, surprised. I did manage to whisper it. “No one,” she repeated. I think she looked relieved. *I* certainly was: we were all on pins and needles
Your Mistress has let herself into your house and is waiting in your living room for you when you come home from work. As you close the door behind you, she steps out from the shadows. She is wearing a long black evening dress that accentuates her every curve. The gown goes to the floor,
It was a Monday afternoon. I had flown into the town where my mom lived for a two week visit. It had been about 18 years since seeing each other, and this was the first time I was able to come and visit. We had chatted via E mail, and talked on the phone from