Fantasm - Page 70
(Continued from part 6) A shudder of disgust shook my body at the thought of what I had just seen. Maggie’s saggy breasts and Father Leon’s little cock did nothing to me
Ginny had grown up her entire life surrounded by farms, she lived on a farm, all her friends lived on farms, she was home schooled on a farmit wasn't much of a life, but she didn't know much better. It was kind of the normal around her, she didn't think anything of it
It was a warm sunny day; it felt like it was a million degrees out it was so hot. Justin was getting his bags packed for a trip up north to visit some family members. Justin was an eighteen year old boy, about 5’11 with brown hair and an athletic body. Justin just graduated high school
Her clit throbbed. It was so swollen it ached. With three warm creamy loads of sperm soaking in her virgin pussy, she ached to be filled and stretched more than ever. If she was alone she would rub the engorged bud, just like she timidly did sometimes before sleeping. But she wasn’t



The journey down on the train had been ok. My colleagues had chatted and gossiped most of the way whilst I read. We were attending a seminar on management (yawn), but that meant we were away from work for a couple of day and got to stay in a reasonably nice hotel



I woke up to a loud siren going off down the hall. At first I didn't think much of it but after a few seconds I sat up in the bed. I jumped up and ran down the hallway to find out that the basement door was opened
Continuing directly from the end of Chapter 2. Thank you all for your comments and critiques. :) "I..am..so..sorry." G.G. cries through broken sobs. Anger and sadness paint my features as I look at her. Silently willing her to tell me why



Grabbing my computer and headphones, I settle under the covers, hairbrush in hand. I slowly slide my panties down until they’re around my ankles and position my brush over my clit



Chapter 34 BITCH STORIES - CANDY As Laura's life spiralled towards an apex of degradation, things also continued to get worse for the girls she had helped enslave Take Candy, for instance



---This is a story which includes a transgender male, as mentioned in the themes. If you're not partial towards these types of stories, you have been warned and any comment saying the extent of "that's a woman" is redundant.--- Sometimes he left me tied up, waiting
SELLING SARAH WITH MY FREINDS HELP 3 –ALL GOOD THINGS..



Brazilian Connection 2 Joe and Emma were eagerly awaiting the plane carrying the six new girl’s fresh from Brazil. The airport at Cincinnati was bustling and Joe knew the girls would go unnoticed with all the commotion going on



THE EXTRACTION - O_o stories It was a Saturday morning and I was on my home from a friends birthday party. I had left at one o’clock, because people had started to throw food and empty bottles around the place. I felt drowsy. I had had too much myself and just wanted to go home
Shay was devastated after that night. She wasn’t the same person, she went through a total transformation. She quit going out with her friends, didn’t date, gave away all her sexy, eye-catching outfits, she only wore black now, and quit doing anything to draw attention to herself


A SPECIAL BOND Long Weekend at the Lake ___________________________________ This is a work of fiction. Of fantasy. It’s called ‘My Right of Free Speech.’ If you do not approve of youngsters engaged in various sexual acts . .