“I’m gonna ram my tail right into your hairy muff.” Monroe told her, loud enough for her to hear and tremble at his words. “I’m gonna fill you with so much cock that you won’t be able to move. And then I’m going to pump it in and out, slowly at first, and then faster
During the course of the years in which I have been more or less closely associated with other prostitutes I have frequently listened to explanations as to just what this one or that owed her degradation; the particular villainy to which she attributed her advent into a life of shame. The usual story is one
The dog’s cock was still deep inside her, and it was throbbing even more than it had been. She could feel it getting ready to explode, and then that was just what it did. It did explode, and she exploded right with it. Her come poured out of her just as his come poured out
Vicky lay in her bed remembering what she had seen that afternoon. Chris. That girl on her knees with the horse’s cock well in her mouth. The whole picture of what had happened kept going around and around in her head, and she could see it as if it was actually happening all over again,
Veronica-or, Vicky, as she preferred to be called-watched as Christopher and his latest conquest rode off together towards the woods. Vicky felt the tears rushing to her eyes, and there was nothing she could do to stop them. She ran back into the stable and cried her eyes out. It was just no use. No
Laura Jean Anderson turned the key, trying again to restart her car. “Damn” she mumbled. The engine wouldn’t turn over…and if she tried it again, she’d chance draining the battery. Laura sat there trying to figure out what she should do… What she really felt like doing was crying, but she didn’t. Laura estimated that
Debbie and Jake indulged in this new angle on their mutual fun on a daily basis, usually in the early evenings on weekdays, and then twice on Saturdays and Sundays – once in the morning, once in the evening, Jake still jerked off on his own a lot, not wanting to tire his mum out
Debbie and Jake felt okay the next morning, neither mentioning the incident last night. They felt no discomfort in one another’s presence and Jake spent the day washing the car, helping his mum with the housework and then, in the evening, going round to a friend’s house. In the house alone, Debbie had been working
Debbie was only sixteen when she gave birth to her son, Jake. The father was only eighteen himself and didn’t fancy the responsibility of fatherhood, and he didn’t stick around. In fact, he never saw his son. Debbie’s parents were supportive and looked after baby Jake during the daytime to allow their daughter to finish
It was a warm day. It had been raining steadily for the past five weeks, but today a break had shown in the clouds as the deeply blue sky pushed itself forward. The sun flared in yellow streaks over the plantation like a benevolent ruler liberally scattering gold to his subjects. Catherine Stodgebury was one
I smiled as I looked at the teenage blonde, sitting on the couch, no clothes on, a smile on her face. Her two, small titties were the size of tangerines, with dark brown nipples, stiff and ready to be sucked and pulled on. Her tanned skin looked inviting, as she spread her legs, saying “Come
Dad wanted to throw a New Years Eve party last year and mom liked the idea. So Dad wanted me to go to a friend’s place to stay for the night but at the last minute they had to go out of town, so I stayed home. I told Dad that I would stay in
I thought life was pretty bad before Mom brought Edward home. I would learn over the next months that my life up ’til then was heaven compared to what life with Edward turned out to be. In some ways grew up pretty fast. I can’t remember a time when Mom wasn’t drinking or drunk, I
I put down my book and looked out at the people passing me by. A young woman with strong shoulders draped in black cotton pressured the younger man beside her with her step, hands and clipped tone. He shook long locks of blond hair, feeling the warm summer breeze rush over his handsome face, consciously
Steve Makay was your average 18 year old gear-head. He had little time for anything but working on his 1970 Chevy Chevelle SS. He had an occasional girlfriend, but they soon got tired of competing with that damnned car, and he didn’t much care one way or the other. He’d saved his money from summer