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he Ex-Wife and Step-Daughter! Chapter 1 As I felt the thick head of my cock pop into the virginal asshole of my ex-wife's eighteen year old daughter, eliciting a muted scream as her face was forced deeper into her mom's pussy, I paused to think about how I managed to get into this position

Full Moon Drive 2: the toy box. I stared blankly at cedric’s smiling face. He looked so cute half asleep, I couldn’t help myself the full moon was still in the morning sky… I kissed him, our tongues dancing inside each others mouths

Day 3 & 4 – July 3rd 4th I wake up to my body being secured over a padded table by Darren and Robb. At first, I am startled, but remember where I am. My muscles are not as sore, but I can still feel the butt plug tail in my ass. I am still in the basement dungeon

Hey guys. It's been longer than I expected to post this here. As some of you know I got involved in a motorcycle crash that kinda unutilized my right hand for a quite long time, delaying the posting. Let’s see if the next one comes due some months earlier than this one. Enjoy

The car pulled smoothly in front of their current destination. A soft smile and giggle seemed loud in the enclosed vehicle as she looked out the window. A hand reached out to touch and tease along the top of his thigh, her approval of their playground showing

Caris was about to realize she lost any kind of control of the situation. The scream had come from behind. The monkey troupe from earlier attacked from behind Ailli who had been tasked with carrying the shredded goat. The monkeys had grown in numbers

Thanks for your comments. I didnt know which part of the story you liked so didnt know where to take it. Let me know. It was exactly 7 pm as Wendy knocked on the door to Miss West’s office. This was her second evening at her new place of employment

A Phone Call

Chapter 20 – Trial in the Block Out-Building, Around 7:30pm, May 11th 1864 Silence fell. Sampson ceased his provocation and the slaves looked on open mouthed at the close proximity of Massa Sherman

Sandra Hill (41) is a middle aged mother of 2 and works as a grade school teacher at a local private school. Her two children Samantha (17) and Jacob (14) attend the same school and are very active in school activities at the same school where their mother teaches

*If you are easily offended you should not read this story. All characters are fiction as well as the plot and the girls are under 18.* enjoy! Out of the corner of my eye I see Becky in her nightgown. She looked so innocent and so cute. " daddy" she whispered. I didn't answer her

Training Samantha part 2. The bathroom was quite exquisite and absolutely huge. Every surface gleamed white except some fittings cast in crystal clear high strength acrylic material. One wall was just a huge mirror

--- "Please, mark me" --- "What?" --- said Hank --- "Please, sir. Mark me permanently." --- she said. She was kneeling in the middle of the workshop, as Sam and Hank were standing, towering above her. The workshop was closed. --- "No." --- said Hank. --- "Please, sir

Suddenly I heard the door bell ring. He said he was expecting someone, and he would be right back. A thousand thoughts ran through my mind as I lay there tied to the table. I could here him talking, but couldn't quite make out what they were saying

I was about six when my mother died. It was a car crash; she and the driver didn't survive. My father disappeared after that and his personal assistant, Margaret, raised me. She was a sweet woman, about forty years old now. She was around 5'11 and weighed no more than 150

I despised being in this ruined gallery of tutelage, we were jammed here because the finger of God shredded through our little town of nothingness and demolished our school

The Fantasy of Rape This, is a rather interesting subject, and can be very different depending on ones point of view. That is, male or female. I have a friend that works at a Adult Video Arcade, and has also worked at a large adult theater

James' eyes opened for the first time in what felt like days, his pupils slowly adjusting to the light. He began to take in his dismal surroundings and immediately his memories flooded back

This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author. Chapter 3 As the usual sound of terrified screaming filled the air around Malfoy Manor, Ron and Draco decided to lounge about on the sofa in the living room

Part One: Ashley rode my rock-hard cock, moaning like a banshee with her huge tits bouncing in my face. Ashley was my girlfriend, and she had always been somewhat of a nymphomaniac. She was 19 and I was 21 and I had snagged her when she first came to college