Rape - Page 88

The Adult Bookstore Billie and mark were just married, while going on their honeymoon in the Pocono’s they were snuggling in the car the whole way. They arrived at the place and checked in about nine that night. Both being in there 40's and trying at love once again

How I Raped My Mother This is how I raped my mother and got away with it. My parents married early in life, so she was just in her early mid-thirties. She was a natural redhead with fiery red hair and milky white complexion. She also had very nicely shaped full breasts

This is an novice attempt to writing erotic stories. Parts of it is based on my own real experience. If you're 18+ and fancy gay stories, this is for you. All names are fictitious

I stood leaning against the wall as she came in. She had vibrant purple and pink hair, streaking almost white in places. She was wearing a black leather skirt, it tickled her just above her knee as she walked, loose and flowy, teasing the world with her sexy, thick thighs

"Oh, I think that little bro here is a little tense – I think he needs to relax a little", the main guy nodded as he said this and the second assailant walked back over to girl

Please Rate and comment Prior: The School Girl Pinata Prior: The School Girl Pinata – STOP THIS CRAZINESS Prior: The School Girl Pinata – The Gangs All Here (School girl is taken for a gang member’s birthday party to be used for their entertainment.]

The following is the beginning of a story involving a man taking advantage of a young boy. If this is not for you then leave. It's quite dark but if know you can handle that, then feel free to read

Part 1 I saw the cyclist from quite a long way back on the straight country road. As I got closer I was fascinated by the movement of the cyclist's buttocks moving in rhythm with the legs and pedals

But the word WE, was the one she was having real trouble with. WE! WE! WE! It kept repeating in her head. He did say we, What did he mean we? Was there more then one man waiting to have her? My God she thought, how many were out there

I let her sleep for about an hour while I showered and ate before I padded down to the basement again to continue with my lovely prize. She was still sleeping on the wooden horse when I walked in looking as beautiful as always her ass sticking up in the air

It was 10:45pm, rain and wind battered me from every side and I ran in a desperate attempt to make it to the train before it left for the last run of the night. I shouldn't have had that last drink. I couldn't recall why I'd gone out in the first place

[ N.B. This story doesn't have a proper ending. Once you get to the end, try going back to the start. Then it makes sense. ;) ] Her juices at that time of month were thick and white. One clawed finger dipped into her, lifted the sweet, honey-scented sap to his nose

I met her in the park, she was sitting alone on a bench. I was on my way to the house. It was autumn, so it was quite a cold day, she was dressed only in jeans and a thin blouse, she was shivering and looked lost. I walked to her. “Hello, are you waiting for someone?” I asked

After breakfast the men left the cabin, knowing that she would clean everything up and have her chores completed when they returned. They had broken her to their ownership and she hadn’t thought of escape in several months

The Mission Beneath the I-12 underpass, the huddled form was barely visible in the twilight as I headed home from stocking up on a few essentials before the predicted storm front arrived