I’d debated whether or not to bother with this camping trip. Not that I’m against camping, and it was good to see this group of friends again, but when you’re on your own and your friends are with their girlfriends you feel a bit left out. The lads had persuaded me to come, when we’d
It had taken quite a while for me to fall asleep, as images of what the next morning’s punishment may hold ran through my mind. I had been awake for some time when the door opened and Claude’s servant came for me. I had no idea what time it was, as there were no windows
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
In which a routine marriage is revived by the vagrancies of the weather and the attentions of a good neighbour. That fateful Sunday started off with the same old routine. We’d been married for just three years, Michelle and I, but that was enough for us to settle into that comfortable routine. Work was routine,
Mary sat absent mindedly fingering her new belly ring. Today she wore a loose shirt but her secret was still hidden safe from prying eyes. Her strict catholic mother would never approve even though she was now nineteen, on her own, her first year at college. As the professor droned on, she gave up on
Tammie Edwins was not your typical librarian. She didn’t wear her hair up in a bun, didn’t wear glasses, full-length shapeless dresses and heels, didn’t squint or purse her lips, didn’t have dishwater skin like parchment, and was not middle-aged. On the contrary, she was in her mid-twenties, had long flowing honey-colored hair, deep green
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
It felt so… naughty. Does this make me a pervert? Does it mean I’m depraved? The muscles of my belly were tense and I barely breathed. My family moved into a new house, about six months ago. After I had settled into my new room, I had discovered that from my window I can see
Belinda was a wonderful person, great personality, bubbly; jocular and always full of fun; she’d a list of friends as long as your arm. However, she had one large problem and she herself would be the first to admit it; she was built like a brick shithouse. At 275lbs, she had to be huge, but
I am 5’5″, brown hair, blue eyes, you can call me Mae, and actually I’m quite pretty, except for the fact that I’m over weight. I’m one of those girls that always gets the “you’d be so pretty if you lost weight” backhanded compliment. So I’ve never gone out with anyone or had sex with
Always one to date thin, tight-bodied girls, I was between girlfriends for a couple of weeks and was getting horny for pussy, any pussy. It’s proven I guess that as the night at the bar goes on the girls get prettier, they also get thinner as you drink more. When I arrived that night a
When Laura Becker landed a teaching job at Fitzmoore College she was delighted, although she was to be the only female member of the faculty. It was an all male institution, very much into sports and both students and faculty members were built for action. She figured if she couldn’t land a boyfriend in this
This story fell in the summer with me, there is a gypsy girl in the street I’ve been watching for a long time, but not because she’s so beautiful, but because she has a big cud and tells her it’s easy to fuck her. They told me that once he had gone through the thrill
My son, Dale, got drunk at a high school party and his best friend, Troy, brought him home. I was only wearing a thin robe, but Dale needed help up to his room, so Troy and I both dragged him up the stairs and plopped him on his bed. As I undressed Dale, I was