Red Wolf
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Phoebe Magus
The great town hall was ablaze with the firelight of lamps, and boisterous with laughter and talk of the townspeople. None were resting or idle, except for the elderly who sat in corners talking about the good old times. Grandmamma was hugging my sl**ping baby b*****r, while my old aunt, whose arthritic hand awkwardly groped over her knitting, was humming a sweet tune. The early evening was closing in and the moon was mounting, the farm labourers came from their outdoor chores and were assembling in the large hall, which gave space for a degree or more of partiers.
A number of the men were occupied in carving up the meat, and to these were ceded the best place and light, others were drinking or dancing with the women and jingling to the tune of the violin. The women, mostly middle aged, were organising and placing the table for the banquet that would last the whole night. This was my first banquet, seeing as I came to age a few months ago. c***dren of a certain age were not allowed to participate after midnight.
My friend Nadia was there in the corner, she kept watching me all the time with a brutal expression on her face. She was nine years my senior and, like me, nobody had invited her to dance. Maybe it was because most men feared her intimidating appearance. Her face was so muscular-like and her temper so violent she scared people away. She behaved, dressed and hunted like a man.
There were rumours that she’d finally found someone to marry her. It made me happy, because my father had told me he’d found a suitable candidate for me too. Maybe Nadia and I could get married on the same day.
She could have been married sooner if she didn’t behave so much like an Amazon. She had sworn she’d only marry a man who could defeat her in an arm wrestle. Whoever he might be, her new husband had to be a colossus. I had seen Nadia take on five men at once and win.
Nadia stood well over six-foot tall, a lot taller than the average village male, and was magnificently pulsating and muscled from head to toe. Her skin was tanned a dark bronze, both from the hot sun as well as the hours of ploughing the fields. Her figure was still quite shapely, and curvaceous.
I’d say she was very beautiful. I was about the only friend she truly had in the entire village, I was also the only one who could say more than three words to her without her losing her temper.
However, tonight I was feeling uncomfortable by her glare and I hoped that one of the boys would ask me to dance. I expected to see Gabriel at the banquet, but he wasn’t here. These past few months he’d been courting me and soon he’d probably ask my father for my hand in marriage. I was at that age when I was ready to start my own f****y.
I didn’t understand why nobody invited me until I saw her. Nadia curled a vicious snarl at any of the boys who dared to look at me. Her look had become positively frightening and I was thinking about telling my father about it. My father was the only one whom Nadia respected, because he was the village leader.
Everybody looked at me strangely as though they knew something I didn’t. They deliberately avoided me.
Near me were some c***dren playing hopscotch and running around. Some of the boys were peeking under the skirts of women, and I questioned if my b*****r might one day do the same at their age. My mother walked towards me and handed me a silver chalice to drink from.
“Drink Ligia,” she told me. “It’ll help.”
I asked her what it is, but there was a mysterious smile on her face. I only drank half the content but she obliged me to drink it all. The sweet tasting liquid has left me dizzy and I had become submissive of myself.
The hall had now divided themselves into two groups of people and no one was dancing anymore. The music had stopped and I saw my father ushering my mother to take the c***dren to bed. For some reason they are all asl**p as if d**gged.
The lamp in its centre burns with the light of the candles. Those farthest from the fire had direct heat from two braziers filled with glowing wood coals, replenished from time to time from the generous fireplace. My cheeks were rosy red from the flickers of the immense fire, and my mind scarcely prevailed beyond the limits of my consciousness.
That drink my mother gave me has left me weary, there is a strange friction in my bl**d, a desolate absence in my brain. Familiar objects and faces had grown repugnant to me. I wanted to be alone. I was in that state of mind when complete repudiation of the general public was a necessity.
I walked out of the hall to breathe some air when I heard the doors bolt closed behind me. I began to think that my mother might have poisoned me with that drink. I endured a fire burn within me which I had never before felt in my life. The fire was burning in the pit of my stomach and moving downwards towards my crotch.
I rubbed my pussy against the wooden doorpost and it sent electrifying sensations through me. It helped a little bit, but it was not by far what I needed. I don’t understand what had happened to me. I simply couldn’t help myself.
I tried to clear my mind, but the craving was worse. My dress was too thick and wide for the doorpost to ease this strange itch. I tried to rub harder, but to no avail.
All around my pelvic region was on fire. My breath got hotter and I started to salivate. I f***ed myself to stop and took a deep breath. The cool air helped me feel better.
Then, from out of the shadows into the flickering light of the oil lamp came somebody stealthy. I startled horribly, because initially I thought it was a wolf. The mystery being was a person who walked on two legs and was incredibly tall. That partially put my mind to rest.
I was startled to discover the sight of Nadia. She wore a wolf’s skin over her head, but was naked from head to toe and smeared with mud. Between her legs hung a massive wooden like phallus that was nearly as thick as my wrist. It was almost horse sized and her eyes looked unforgiving. She gave one quick glance up into my face, muttered something, a growl, I think, and towered over me like a gigantic bull.
“You have seasoned well,” snarled Nadia squeezing breast. “Your mother didn’t approve of this but …”
“Nadia!” I cried horrified. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Her only response was to slap me and bl**d gushed from my lip. She then f***efully pulled me by my arm and stuck her tongue into my mouth. I pulled away violently disgusted by her filthy behaviour.
“I’m telling my father about this!” I threatened.
“Who do you think sent me here?” She circled me like a she-wolf in heat. “You are my betrothed.”
“What are you talking about?” I stared horrified. “My father would never do that, besides … You’re a woman!”
“No little one.” She curled a wicked smiled on her face. “You are the woman, you are my little bitch.”
“I thought we were friends!” I bellowed. “Why are you doing this?”
“I take what I want,” she ripped off my girdle and flounced skirt as if it were paper. “I want you.”
I stood before her completely naked and I covered my breasts in shame. I felt the silence ensue. It was a thing still more awful than any amount of her vulgar discourse, I held my breath and stepped delicately back, planting my foot carefully and firmly, after balancing in a precarious way and almost toppling over. I turned around and banged f***efully on the door, and presently the heads of the villagers were thrust from windows.
Nadia spun me around and placed to fingers in my pussy and removed them. They were full of my juices as she sucked them greedily. It shamed me to admit it but I rather enjoyed Nadia sticking her fingers into my love hole.
“Mmm,” she observed my pussy. “You will be a good wife!”
“Stop that!” I slapped her hard on the face. “I will never be your wife!”
“I knew you’d fight me,” she laughed. “I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
My arousal wasn’t due to Nadia. I figured that it must’ve been that diabolical drink mother gave me. Why had my f****y done this to me?
“Father! Mother!” I cried desperately on the door. “Save me!”
“Run Ligia” warned my father. “The wolf is after you!”
His words came a little slowly and deliberately, as though he spoke in a contemptuous tone of voice. I hesitated, and stopped, as though I were expecting everything to be some tasteless joke, for lack of a better word.
Nadia approached me from behind and squeezed my breasts hard. Her enthusiasm for my body excited me to some degree, but it also inspired dread into me. There was something portentous about this young, bright, powerful woman planning to ravish me. Nadia’s aspect was frightening. My fear granted me strength beyond my normal capability and I pushed her onto the ground.
So I ran forward, plunging through the darkness and knocking over whatever blocked my way. I ran towards the woods passed the fir trees at an enormous risk of getting lost. There was no grass in this area, only ample rough vegetation. The valley itself was enclosed by unpleasant hills, no one would come to my rescue.
I ran, for that was all I could do, but I could not stop, Nadia was chasing me with her colossal wooden phallus strapped between her legs. I was a virgin, but I needn’t much imagination to figure what Nadia intended to with it. So I splashed rapidly through the mud seeking safety in the forest.
Nadia quickened her pace and I felt her gaining on me like a predator. I judged her speed as admirable, it was a gloating security in her own excelling and enduring efforts of speed that I felt that I’d never outrun her. I hid watching from behind a tree Nadia howling furiously at the moon. Her hands were balled into fists and punched the empty air outraged that I’d escaped.
Never had I heard my heart race so hurriedly and loudly. Nadia gazed upon the ground looking for any tracks which I might have left behind. She was the best huntress in the village. I discovered that I found myself put to the test as never had I been before in any chase.
I took another step back, with the same caution and the same risk, then another and another, and then … a twig snapped under my foot! My breath stopped and Nadia listened. There was no sound, the stillness was perfect for her to discover me. Her patience was measureless and I in my eagerness to flee denounced my position.
She saw me and emerged like a she-wolf to attack its prey. I pick up and turned nimbly on my heels and flew. Nadia swirled about and leapt to the right, and I, unprepared for so prompt a lurch, found myself knocked off my feet. I heard her laugh and shout of sheer exhilaration of catching her prey.
There was an eighth of a ton on me, mostly bone and muscle, crushing my tiny body, I was easy pickings and unable to budge the bulk over me.
She had landed so hard that the wind was blown out of me, and with such tremendous impulsion, that I hadn’t enough initial stability to take the impact and bring myself back on my feet. I went down like a leaf, she on top of me, laughing with mud on her face, pinning my shoulders down and sucking my sensitive nipples.
“That’s it!” She moaned pleased. “Squirm and fight it all the way! Resist me!”
She picked me up, raising me to heights I’d never been before, and there she stood erect. She placed my legs over her shoulders and began to suck at my hole as her tongue plunged in and out, until I cried out as the waves of passion overwhelmed me. I f***efully battered her head with my fists but it was if I were hitting solid rock. I ripped the wolf skin off her head in fury, but my resistance was only making her wilder and more eager.
To my horror I felt myself getting wetter and wanted nothing more than for Nadia to continue, but I needed to fight her. She slowed down, gently lapping up all of my sweet nectar, not leaving a drop to be wasted.
Her strength was incredible in the way she held me in the air with my legs over her shoulders. It was if I weighed nothing to her. She engulfed my clit into her mouth and sucked on it until I could feel it swelling in her mouth. Then as she sucked it, she began to flick it with her tongue, with each flick sending another spasm through my body. She kept her hands wrapped tightly around my hips to keep me from kicking off in a moment of passion.
Suddenly she pulled her mouth away and ran towards the town hall with me in her lap. She stormed down the doors with an incredible ease. Inside were the village elders, my f****y and all the other adult inhabitants.
They were completely naked and chanting around a statue which had an enormous erect penis. There was a mischievous grin on the statue and it was human-size.
Nadia raised me over her head as if I were a trophy and roared like a wolf. She paraded me around in display to the whole audience.
“She’s my wench!” She shook me violently in the air. “She’s mine! I conquered her!”
She placed my body upon a white blanket, which I assumed the villagers had placed there. They were all in conformity with what Nadia was doing to me, my father, my mother, all of the elders was in agreement. They had betrayed me to this savage woman.
“Mother? Father?” I looked at them. “What going on?”
“You’re getting married to Nadia,” answered my father.
“Don’t worry darling,” spoke my naked grandmother. “Nobody will judge you.”
I rolled my eyes back as Nadia engulfed my breast whole into her mouth. Then she looked at me with wild lustful eyes and greased her wooden-like phallus with olive oil. An expression of horror radiated from my face. Nadia was definitely enjoying this, because her pussy was dripping with her own love juices.
“Maybe you should use a smaller phallus,” my mother hinted mercifully.
“My wench can handle what I give her,” Nadia snarled. “She is strong!!”
“She is smaller than you are,” spoke my mother. “Be gentle with her, please.”
She pulled my legs apart and passed her long finger between my dripping pussy and showed my mother my juices. I felt so ashamed at the revelation.
“I’ll do it slowly!” Nadia agreed.
She slowly penetrated my wet pussy and I bit down on my tongue preventing myself from screaming. My little cunt was wet enough to let the cock tip to slid into me. Nadia was breathing tremendously fast and was trying to spread my legs even further as she penetrated my warm inviting cunt. I shrieked out loud and Nadia suddenly stopped.
“I sorry Ligia,” she finally looked at me tenderly. “I’m sometimes a brute and I don’t think of the consequences …”
“Don’t stop now!” I opened my legs wider. “I beg you!”
“I’ll use a smaller cock.”
“Don’t you dare!” I threatened. “If you do that I’ll hate you forever!”
“Very well,” she French kissed me. “Bite down on my shoulder if it helps.”
I bit down hard on her shoulder but she paid it no mind. My knees trembled with fear and my heart pumped with anxiety of losing my virginity to her, but it felt like the right thing to do. Each stroke inside me went deeper and then I began to grab her asscheeks. I’d finally surrendered and urged her to go deeper, faster and much harder.
I made soft moans with every entrance and then a loud noise in pain as she f***ed her wooden phallus deep inside me with a fraction of the f***e she could gather, tearing my hymen and making me a virgin no more.
A tiny amount of bl**d trickled out of me and I felt a little pain. She thrust it in again, a little harder this time and the phallus entered our pussies at the same time. Repeatedly pushing in me, her cock widened at my aching pussy. Her phallus was rather large and the penetrations made its very presence in my pussy a mind shattering cycle of a****l induced pain.
The phallus on her side was buried deep inside her pussy, but my pussy was still too tight for a deeper penetration. I raised my hips to allow another inch in me. I peered up at my lover and saw the gaze of lust in her eyes. At that moment in time I silently swore to please her. I’d have no other lover than her.
I grabbed her by the ass and took the phallus down another inch in my pussy, this time more powerfully, almost violently, taking Nadia by surprise. I could feel the walls of my pussy stretch to their elastic limit. This satisfied her enough to allow her to enter me a little more.
She placed my legs over her shoulders and slowly pushed in, pausing briefly when she felt me tense. After she had gotten half the cock inside me, she began to withdraw, then push back inside, easing in even more. After several minutes of careful and tender stroking, she was finally all the way in.
Pausing briefly, Nadia then began pumping in and out, slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed. My tight pussy felt like a moist glove. Nadia knew I wouldn’t last longer at this rate, but she was besieged with lust. She began to pump in and out faster and faster, till she felt her own juice smearing the wooden phallus being drawn out of her cunt.
The phallus was completely concealed inside our cunts. Nadia reached around me and began massaging her clit against mine, rubbing it hard and fast in an effort to help us cum more quickly.
When I felt the Nadia’s pussy juices splashing against my pussy, it sent me over the edge to one last shattering climax. I held Nadia tight with my legs, still moving, still in the convulsions of my orgasm. I knew that the phallus would never grow soft and shrivel, yet I was nearly spent. I pressured my cunt onto hers as long as I possibly could with the cock wedged between us. I finally sighed with contentment, and let my legs fall from her shoulders. The phallus fell from our cunts with a pop.
Nadia got up and picked me up with only one arm at her side. She wasn’t finished with me yet. She possessed the strength and power of a bull. She’d stop making love to me only when she’d had enough.
“Remember our deal” said Nadia to my parents and to all the villagers. “She’s my wife.”
She took me to the privacy of her hut and continued to pound my pussy throughout the night non-stop. Finally, into the dawn, she straddled my face and f***ed me to suck on her clit. She swivelled her pussy movements to match my tongue. She began to thrust wildly, nearly suffocating me, offering her female juices. I sucked greedily on the throbbing clit, feeling it expand in breadth as her cuntjuice burst like a dam into my mouth and face. I licked her nectar from her cunt lips and then from her inner thigh. She was proud of me.
Only when all the energy had drained from Nadia’s body did she collapse into my arms and pressed her face into my bosom and began to cry. The emotional intensity of what had happened, and indeed of our mysterious marriage, welled up in her and I soothed her profuse tears.
The weight of her body was nearly crushing, but I enjoyed having her over me. I felt protected from the world. Never had I been so happy, so rewarded. My lover held me tight with her muscular arms, comforting me and nurturing me as only I knew she could do.
For the next two days we made love like there was no tomorrow and nobody bothered us during that time. Only on the third day did Nadia leave to go to work. My mother came to visit me. There was a terrible sense of guilt in her eyes.
“I have some explaining to do,” she confessed.
Every year the villagers celebrated the transition of a new season according to ancient pagan customs. At midnight they would d**g the c***dren and send them to bed early. The adults, old and young, would all participate in a sexual orgy in celebration of a new harvest. Although we were Christians, this particular tradition managed to survive.
“What does this have to do with me and Nadia,” I asked.
Nadia had been a difficult person even as a c***d, and finding a husband for her was proving an impossible feat. All of her contenders were systematically beaten to a pulp. She wouldn’t let any man touch her. The villagers would have left her as a spinster, but she was becoming more aggressive. The elders knew her problem was an excess of sexual energy, but how were they to solve her problem?
My father came up with the idea to marry her to a woman. It was unorthodox, but Nadia apparently seemed to enjoy the idea, maybe too much. Nadia was given a choice of any girl of the village and she chose me. My father resurrected the old pagan religion and married us according to the ancient custom.
It was all agreed that nobody would discriminate me or Nadia. We would live as man and wife. My mother wanted to tell me and ask for my permission but father had given his word to Nadia. He did allow my mother to give me an ancient aphrodisiac potion to make our sexual union more pleasurable and to give me more energy.
“I’m truly sorry Ligia,” she lowered her eyes. “If you don’t approve of this marriage I can help you run away.”
“Why?” I smiled. “I do not object.”
“You mean you approve of Nadia?”
“I have grown to like her.” I admitted. “But I will need to learn how to make the potion.”
“Nadia doesn’t need that, does she?”
“It’s for me,” I blushed. “To help me keep up with her.”
“Ah,” she grinned. “In that case I’ll come this afternoon.”
She left and I took out Nadia’s wooden phallus. I stroked it tenderly and counted the hours when my lover and companion would return. She was like a wolf ready to mount me at any time. She was my She-Wolf.
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She was born Shyla Hood. Yet everyone in her neighbor knew her simply as Red. Called by this name not because of the color of her hair, but the fact that she always wore red. Shyla used to be called ‘ little red’ by her family and friends when she was younger. But she was all grown up now. Boy, was she ever. Shyla had developed a drop dead gorgeous figure by the time she was 18. Now 21, she had become a sexual dynamo. She had long dark hair, a 36c chest, an ass so perfect it begged to be...
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I took a deep breath and once again flattened the nonexistent wrinkles of my little red hood costume. I know it’s an awful cliché to wear a little red hood costume when I’m trying to meet The Wolf, but, hey, a girl has to use all the weapons she has, right? And somehow it seemed appropriate. “Ready?” Laura asked me, giving me an encouraging smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be!” We were about to enter the local dungeon, where they were holding a special munch. People were asked to attend...
HardcoreBy : Vimalesh This is continuation of my story Sheeba My Neighbor – Part I Sheeba and I became very close through our messages and night calls. Most of the messages we sent between us were of ugly and dirty sexual intercourse we dreamt of. We knew that we had same likings in sex. Night calls always ended in hard masturbation. We were eagerly waiting for an occasion to explore each others naked body. Weeks passed without any progress. We couldn’t go even a step further. We relied only on our...
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Andersonville 9 - Never cry wolf by Kelly Davidson This story dedicated to Gwendolyn Ann Smith for her, "Remembering our dead". It's a place dedicated to our TG brothers and sisters who were murdered at the hands of others due to hate and intolerance. On the average, one (1) TG person is murdered each month. Would you take a moment to visit the site, bow your head, say a prayer for our fallen brothers and sisters, and remember what we are fighting for - the right to be treated as any...
I grunted and caught myself as he pushed me down. The soil felt cold beneath my palms as I tried to push up. I felt his weight press against my back and smiled slightly. His scent mixed with the fresh earth was intoxication at its best. “Stay down love,” he murmured into my ear. I nodded and felt his hands creep up my shirt. My mouth fell open, letting a soft moan trail. His callous grated softly against my skin and I arched my back instinctively, moving his hands back down. “Little witch,” he...
SupernaturalI am GennyThe first winter that Melly and I lived together was a real getting toknow you period. We were setting boundaries and then seeing how far wecould go until new boundaries had to be set. I think I was morecomfortable with my submissive side than Melly was with being a domn. But her evil mind was catching up fast. Once I decide that I love someone there is almost nothing I wouldn't dofor that person. I can't think of a sexual demand she could put on me thatI would not gladly try. It is...
LesbianThe Story of Rudina the Hunter Wolf A magical tale set in the Etz Chaim universe A message from the author. Words of warning: Because I'm a nerd: I like to world build I write for my own amusement: I will not apologize for not being PC to Tumblr definitions of what I am, or how I should act: I am a 45+ Transgender Woman: I am way past caring about other people's opinions of me. I am a USMC Veteran: I love firearms, I understand discipline (Not the BDSM stuff) and...
By : Vimalesh My dear readers, I am Vimalesh. This is my sixth story in this site. All the already submitted stories were all about the sexual games I had with my maids. The Maid-Kanakamma’, ‘Again with Kanakamma’, My New Maid-Sujatha’, My Maid at Her house’ and ‘The Whore Maid Yadamma’ are the stories I‘ve already submitted. This time I share a sweet love making session I enjoyed with my sexy neighbor Sheeba and the events that led to our close friendship. Please read the story and send your...
she was about 21 years old, cute and naive. She had pale porcelain skin, with fiery red hair that ran to her lower back in a shock of waves, large d cups, small waist, and full hips. I was studying her while sipping my cosmo. I wondered why she was at a club in this part of town, she seemed to be out of her element. I noticed how the "wolves" were circling her. One guy caught her hand as she was trying to gather herself and whispered something in her ear, she giggle and hobbled behind him...
LunaThe lower branches and undergrowth slapped into my chest as I ran through the dense forest. A fog was creeping up from the ground which would help me escape my followers. I stopped for a second and sniffed the cool air and licked my mouth. I could still taste the blood and as I began running again I remembered the sweet tasting flesh of my victim.Then I heard the sound I most feared, dogs. Their barking was coming from far behind me but I knew they would have no problem tracking me. I had...
SupernaturalThe doorbell rang at 2am. It was a total WTF moment for a lot of reasons. First off, nothing good ever happens at 2am in the morning – nothing that calls you or rings the doorbell, at least. Those are always conversations that started with "I'm sorry to tell you, but..." which I did not want to hear at all. My parents were out of town for the weekend and my kid sister was staying overnight with her BFF. Everyone was due back home by breakfast tomorrow morning. The one time I actually had...
Eshenesra’s long ears twitched as she grew close to the village, she could hear the sounds of merriment coming from the center of town. The faint sound of raucous laughter and a bawdy tune. As she drew closer to the sounds, she began to discern more of the song being played and felt a blush rise to her cheeks, humans certainly did have interesting imaginations, this particular song being a tale of a foolish warlock apprentice who summoned a succubus without taking the proper care to guard...
She was still in the hospital, recovering from her injuries. It had been three days before she could tell the story to the hospital psychologist. The police had questioned her and that is what led Pamela to the appointment with the psychologist, Doctor Mannix. She felt funny lying on the couch, just like in the movies, with the doctor sitting in a chair near her, typing away in his tablet as she told the story. Pamela worked late that fateful night, having to finish up the inventory before...
My name is Hannah. I'm 16. I live with my father. My mother died when I was little. I have had intercourse a few times. I'm nervous about getting pregnant, getting diseases, getting a bad rep at school. So I get pretty horny sometimes. When I was little, we had dogs, and sometimes I let them lick my little pussy. It wasn't exactly a sexual feeling. It was exciting. It made me giggly. We hadn't had a dog for quite a while. A few months ago, we got a lab - Rex. One night, I...
You are the white wolf Sifr of Stonetalon. Six feet long (not measuring your tail) and two and a half feet tall, no other predators dare challenge a beast such as you. Legend amongst the few native denizens still remaining in the area. Stories tell of your uncanny intelligence and voracious appetite, a reputation you’ve carefully nurtured over the course of decades. You are the last of your kind, the rest of the semi-divine wolves, your kin, have been hunted to extinction by Tauren and...
FantasyThe following was intiially an RP between Ueteru (one of my characters) and Amelia Crownguard. The threads I add to this story (unless where noted) will be from the original writing of the RP and will be the main pathway for it. But of course, however, others are more than welcome to add alternative pathways / choices to it, too! (Just follow the criteria; ,That is, being anything as long as it doesn't involve ageplay (for the characters' sake, please)) Also, for the original pathway, posts of...
FantasyAuthor’s note: all characters portrayed inthis story are eighteen or older. Feedback is welcomed, desired and appreciated. Just don’t hurt my feelings! The classroom was a mess, people separated in loud companies, guys throwing paper airplanes, gals talking loudly about their nails or hair and others sitting quietly, waiting patiently by the seats they had chosen for the rest of the school year. It was raining heavily outside, so what little time the class had before the lessons started, they...
AnalOnce A Wolf ©2004 by Cherysse St. Claire "But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same; And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail, The female of the species must be deadlier than the male." - Rudyard Kipling Mikey Blair had to pee. He had been putting it off for the past twenty minutes, not wanting to get out of his snug, warm bunk. It was cold out there in comparison. He...
Summer’s dying embers had given their last and been replaced by a September mist that painted the landscape with a layer of frost. Maybe a return to school, to normality, would be my salvation. These were the thoughts that came, formed and then vanished like the blue wisps of breath escaping my lips in the chill autumn air, as I saw the lights of the school bus approaching. Guilt, however, is a cruel companion and, even as I boarded my ride to school, I could not hold back the visions of what...
First TimeThe heavy snowfall was a double-edged sword. The snowfall masked the sounds of their footsteps as they neared the cave but it also covered up any tracks that might have given them a clue about how many were inside, how much opposition they faced. It was exceedingly rare for the enemy they were after to have confederates, but not totally unheard of. An unexpected problem was the patchy cloud cover, especially considering how hard it was snowing. The full moon was peeking through and the glare...
Hello readers. This is Rohan again. I am going to tell you more about my sex life with my maid Sheetal. Sheetal is a 45 year old woman. She is chubby and has dark skin tone. Sheetal has got long black hair. It feels like heaven to hold her hair when she gives blowjobs. She has got large hanging boobs. She always wears saree which feels great to remove from a woman’s body and have sex with her. She is a sex goddess when it comes to taking virginity. She took my virginity and had sex with me...
It was a typical saturday night and i was sitting in the local bar watching the local girls try to strip tease . That is when it went from normal to kinda nice, This short woman came in and sat down besides me and started to talk. She said her name was Pam and was out looking for a good time. Not one to turn down a sure thing I decided to see how far I could get with ehr. To start things off she was not all that great looking with maybe a small B cup tits and a so-so face. About an...
Sherrie had known David for 16 years and he had always been the one to treat her back whenever she hurt it. He was a very sexy Physiotherapist, tall, tanned and very athletic looking. Without fail every time Sherrie went to see him he knew where she was hurting, and would instantly ask her to remove her top and undo her Jeans so he could get to her back. David would always like to check to see if she had her “G” string on and he could see she had a matching bra on. He would make the subtle...
Sheetal and had opened up a part of me I never really admitted I had. My life with my wife Rupali was your typical, wholesome life. We loved each other and our infant son. We shared household chores. I worked hard and provided for the family while she stayed at home and took care of the house and our son. Despite our hectic lives we made love to each other a couple of times a week and maintained a healthy sex life. Nothing had changed there, but now Sheetal had added another more devious...
EroticWarning - The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult or reading descriptions sex stories upset you, do not read any further. The characters discussed in this story are based upon characters that are the property of major corporations. Use of the characters in this unauthorized story are not intended to provide any financial rewards for myself or to claim any ownership of the characters. Cadet Survey Chapter 1 - The Problem Chapter...
The forest was dark and creepy too. The sun was nearly gone, staining the milky blue sky with swaths of pumpkin orange. Kyra felt pinecones crunch under her feet, the last rays of the sun stung her eyes. Was this the right way she asked herself? Alexis had clearly gave directions to the secret sleepover in a text: take 1st walking trail S of gas stat and follow path until you cum to lake & take trail up the hill to Sexy Secret Sleepover the cottage. Kyra stood still in the middle...
I want to thank Waldo for his kind permission to write a sequel to his excellent tale and Steve Z for his editing. I recommend reading Crusher as a prequel if you have missed this excellent story CRUSHER 2 : Who's who? by Eric It was strange, it couldn't be more strange, being in my mother's body, Wesley thought with grim amusement. He looked at the beautiful woman in the mirror, long red hair and great figure, and smiled. 'It's Mother to the life. God, I hope she won't...
I met Sheetal at the local Costco. I was there with my wife Rupali. She loved buying stuff in bulk. I guess I should be thankful to have a wife who is so frugal with my money but the idea of buying diapers by the caseload hardly fills me with the same kind of excitement as it does her. I love Rupali; ours was a love marriage though with the consent of both our parents. We both grew up in India and met in college here in the US. That's where we fell in love and decided to get married. We held...
InterracialShelia pays off betChapter 1Shelia’s Bar and Fetish shop was the hub of the BDSM community in South Florida. Also many folks came from other parts of Florida, as she had a reputation for the finest B&D fetish wear and equipment in the state. Shelia Bobbs was 35 years old, brown hair, brown eyes, 5’10? and about 140lb. She was very popular and her close friends also knew she had a dungeon up in her loft for their enjoyment. It was a Monday night in April, when Racheal entered the bar with...
Hi all. This is my real life story. It’s very hot. So loosen your underwear’s & let the CHUTS become wet & LUNDS become erect & tight. Start rubbing your pussies all you sexy girls & put your fingers inside & start moving …. No start fucking your wet & hot pussies. Right If now you are set, I will tell my real life story for your sexual pleasures & fantasies. It so happened that once during my exams a very good friend of mine whose name is Sheetal, had requested to study with me turn by turn...
I happen to think that every high school as that perfect couple. That pair that seem as though they were made for each other. They are inseparable, look great together, do everything together and every other couple wants to be just like them. In my school that couple was Paul and Sheryl. I had known Sheryl for six years, which is a long time for someone in high school. She was one of the most beautiful girls in school and I use her as my benchmark for the perfect woman to this day. She was the...
VoyeurSheryl's Experience at the Edge I first met Sheryl several years ago when I was trolling theAOL chat groups as, Spanksalot. Ever since my divorce I had beentalking advantage of my business travel schedule to meet withcouples as a third. Lately, I had been introduced to some mildbondage and Dom/sub games with an older couple I had been partyingwith. I found that I liked to spank and sometimes Dom a wife whilethe husband watched. And I found many other couples who liked toplay this...