Life With AlphaChapter 9 Beta Bayonetta
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Part One:
I was born in 1958. By the age of sixteen, I had led the most ordinary and naïve life. That was soon to change rather dramatically. My father, Mike, and mother Catherine had gotten married rather young. My dad was twenty-two at that time and my mother eighteen. As I would later learn, they were forced to marry after I was conceived. In those days you did the right thing and took responsibility for your actions. Growing up, I never remember them ever being affectionate and they barely spoke to one another at all. My father and I also interacted very seldom.
My parents bought a small-holding outside a little town shortly after I was born. Both my parents had fairly good jobs in the town. My father liked his privacy and was also into the natural way of life, long before it became fashionable. Our vegetables were homegrown and we also had a few cows and around fifty chickens, which took care of our protein needs.
The agricultural requirements on our smallholding were taken care of by Steve. Steve did not live with us but spent Monday to Saturdays on our plot. Steve had started working for us a few months earlier, just before my sixteenth birthday. He was a very pleasant guy in his mid-thirties. Steve was tall and slender with a fairly handsome face. He was rather scruffy looking, however, and a real redneck. His hair was shoulder length and he always looked like he could do with a bath. Steve a very sexy gait and walked around like a person without a care in the world.
In the preceding year’s mom had not really taken much care with her appearance, but nevertheless, still looked very good for a thirty-four-year-old woman. My parents had no social life and we hardly ever had visitors. Our extended family lived far away and I can only recall two visits by them.
Our weekly routine was as follows: My mother would drop me off at school, and after school, I would walk to her work. I would then do homework and amuse myself till four-thirty p.m. After that, we would leave for home. Our family always had dinner together, before mom and I would clean up prior to heading off to our bedrooms. In summer, dad would sit on the porch smoking and enjoy a beer or two in the evenings. On Friday and Saturday evenings, dad always headed off to the neighbours to the right of us, to spend the evening in their company. The neighbours, Jeff and his son Joe were really big guys. Dad would often only return the following day, after an evening of playing cards and drinking with them. I frequently saw them in town and although dad got on extremely well with them, they barely acknowledged my existence.
Jeff and Joe were around six-feet-two tall and had the largest hands and feet I had ever seen on human beings. Their hands were rough and looked like they permanently wore baseball mitts. Their boots always looked like they were taking major strain to contain their enormous feet. Size fourteen and a half, as I would later learn. They were very hairy and both had full beards. Jeff weighed two hundred and twenty pounds and Joe around two hundred pounds. They both had very deep voices and scared the hell out of me.
The neighbours to our left were an old couple and our interaction was negligible.
Shortly before I turned seventeen, mom started taking far more care with her appearance. Her normal behavior also started to change and she became secretive. This behavior continued for a few months. One Friday afternoon after she collected me from school, mom prepared dinner as usual. She had taken that day off from work and unbeknownst to me, after dropping me at school that morning, had returned home to pack her belongings. When dad arrived home she asked me to excuse them for a short while. I left in the direction of my room rather confused.
After twenty minutes she entered my room and told me that she would be leaving for good and that I would be staying with my dad. She hugged me before she left, before saying that dad would explain the situation later.
As I walked into the lounge my father looked bewildered. After years of a loveless marriage, my mother had endured enough. She had met the man of her dreams and I was not part of their future plans. Her new love, Gary, had been transferred to a large city where they would be starting their new lives together.
I would not see my mother again for the next few years. She always phoned once a month, as well as on my birthday and at Xmas. Mom and Gary married after my parents were divorced and went on to have a kid of their own. Ultimately I suppose, she was happy.
The night she left dad and I ate in silence, then cleaned up and headed for bed. Before dinner dad had phoned our neighbours to explain the developments in our household. He informed Jeff and Joe that he would not be able to join them that evening or the following night. I felt gutted and cried myself to sleep.
The following day my relationship with my father started to mend after years of indifference. We went to our small town and enjoyed a great breakfast together. The rest of that day we chatted more than we had in years. A huge surprise for me was how well dad cooked. That night we had a wonderful dinner before I joined dad on the porch for the very first time in forever. At bedtime, he hugged me for the first time that I could ever remember. After we ascended the stairs he ushered me into his bedroom and said that I would be sleeping with him that night. It was wonderful falling asleep with his arm around me. During the first week after my mother’s departure dad and I also showered together for the first time.
The following week my school routine was altered very slightly. Dad would drop me off at school in the mornings and I would join him at his work after school. This was a lot more fun being at mom’s work after school because the guys in the warehouse where my dad worked as a foreman were much more engaging.
One week after my mother’s departure, as dad and I sat on the porch after dinner I summoned up the courage to ask him why his relationship with my mother had always been so bad. He sat for a long time looking at me intently. Only then did I realize how beautiful my father’s eyes were. They were gray with a hint of blue. I had inherited mom’s green eyes. He told me that what he was about to explain could never be repeated outside our home and made me solemnly promise that I would never repeat a word of our conversation. I swore an oath to comply.
My father then told me that he was actually homosexual and had always preferred sex with men. I nodded my head affirmatively when he asked if I understood what he was trying to explain. Prior to dating mom and even after that, he was regularly having sex with men. Social pressure, however, forced him into a relationship with my mother, who fell pregnant. Dad tried his best to adapt to this new life but found it very hard to cope. After a few years of marriage, their relationship seriously deteriorated.
More recently he had been having a relationship with our neighbours, Jeff and Joe. The card and drink evenings we're always a ruse for sexual activity. He no longer wanted me to be in the dark and with mom gone, felt that it was time for him to play open cards. He assured me that he would not force me into anything I did not want to do and that there was no cause for concern. What dad did not realize was that I had always been attracted to men. In the prior five years, those feelings had intensified dramatically. When I imparted this information to him the following morning at breakfast, he was stunned. Dad then made an arrangement for us to visit Jeff and Joe the following evening.
I was a little nervous but dad assured me that I had nothing to worry about. Upon our arrival, I was a little shocked by the welcome that we received. Jeff hugged, kissed, and groped dad. Joe was a little more reserved as we stood watched the show with bemusement. The indifference I had felt from our neighbours previously was also gone and both Jeff and Joe made me feel very welcome. As I looked about it was clear that a womanly touch had not graced their home in a very long time. The house was in masculine overload and hummed of manliness. Personal hygiene did not appear to be of great importance to the two of them, but essentially being a farm boy I found that quite a turn-on.
When we all moved to the porch the three men smoked cigarettes and drank beer. Joe soon started the fire for our barbeque and I chatted to him while he went about his business. While we were attending to the fire dad and Jeff disappeared. The fire would take another hour or so. During that time Joe and I spoke about all kinds of shit. I asked Joe about his relationship with his dad and he told me that they had started a sexual relationship a few years before. He had always known about his dad’s preference for men even before his mother died. His mother had been a very difficult person and he had always loved his father more. He said that it was a relief for him when his mother passed on and he and his dad settled into their new lives.
Once the meat was on the fire, dad and Jeff finally reappeared and soon we were enjoying a wonderful meal. We ate, chatted, and savored the delicious food. The guys continued to smoke, drink, and laugh. It was a great evening and at around ten p.m. I was offered the bed in Joe’s bedroom. The bed was enormous and I could tell that doing laundry was not a great priority in this household. The sheets had a very well used odour. Joe soon excused himself and left the room.
Listening to erotic sounds from down the passage I could only imagine what was going on. As I lay awake, I jerked-off to sounds from next door and the masculine odour emanating from the bed.
An hour later Joe returned to his room and got into bed next to me. I could also smell an intensely sexual body aroma emanating from him. When he realized I was awake he turned on the bedside lamp and gave me a very sweet smile. I must have seemed really puny to this brawny stud. Next, he put his huge hand on my head and asked if I was okay. I nodded yes before he turned the light off. Shortly, I felt his beard touching my ear as he gently kissed me, giving me the most erotic experience of my entire life. The after-sex smell Joe exuded completely overwhelmed me. He whispered that we were going to take things slowly. He then placed his lips on mine and we kissed. Putting his arm around me he caressed me with his huge rough hand before we fell asleep.
I awoke in the morning as Joe got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I finally got my first real look at him naked and was stunned by what I saw. Joe took cock size to a whole new level. Like dad and I, Jeff and Joe were also uncut. A new dynamic also came to the fore when we joined dad and Jeff in the kitchen for coffee. Clothing was totally nonessential in this household and we subsequently drank our coffee in the nude. This was very difficult for a horny seventeen-year-old and I spent all my time trying to disguise my hard-on. The three men were very affectionate with one another. They kept rubbing up against one other, constantly kissing and fondling.
I was further embarrassed by the discussion of who would break me in. Thankfully Joe came to my rescue and said that he would do the honours. Smiles and knowing looks broke out all around because dad and Jeff had already realized how smitten I was with Joe.
Dad and I left after breakfast to take care of the animals on our farm. Jeff and Joe would be coming over at twelve p.m. to join us for lunch. On the way back to our plot dad inquired about my state of mind. I told him I had never been happier in my life. He reminded me that going forward we would be indulging in foursomes. I was a little apprehensive because Jeff still scared me.
After the guys arrived at twelve we had lunch. After lunch, to my dismay, dad and Joe departed for the bedroom. Jeff invited me to sit on his lap while they were gone and I apprehensively did so. Unlike dad and Joe, Jeff had a long beard. He kissed and caressed me gently and I finally got to feel another person’s cock. It was awesome and I played with his cock until he came. The smell of his cock was very strong and I never realized that a man could produce so much cum. He had the biggest balls of the three men so the huge amount of cum was hardly a surprise. I am sure that Jeff found our experience rather unfulfilling, but to his credit he just let things go with the flow. Nothing was forced and it was all very comfortable. All my fears about Jeff were finally gone.
After dad and Joe returned we sat and spoke for a while. Before our neighbours left for home, Joe pulled me aside and kissed me for a long while. My former discontentment completely evaporated at that point.
The following week would be the last before my summer vacation. Dad explained that I would be working with Steve during my holidays. He wanted me to start getting a better understanding of farm life now that my mother had gone. Friday finally arrived and school was over. We drove over to the neighbours late that afternoon. As was the norm, we stripped and hung our clothes over the back of the door after we entered the house. In the middle of the lounge, the guys had placed a large mattress. After a general hug and fondle dad grabbed a beer. Jeff asked if I was excited about getting my arse plowed. Shyly, I nodded my head amid roars of laughter from the three men.
Jeff then lay down on the mattress and told me to lie on top of him with my legs to either side of his body. He placed his arms around me and held me tightly. Dad sat to the side as Joe took up his position behind me. I felt lube being applied to my backside and then a thick finger entering my arse. It was less painful than I expected. Soon a second finger entered which got my attention. After a while, this also became more pleasant. Joe gently began turning his hand to and fro while opening his two fingers inside of me. As this happened I was enjoying the smell from Jeff’s ripe armpits.
With his other hand, Joe started slapping my arse. I found the first two or three slaps a little unpleasant, but by the fourth slap I was overcome with horniness and couldn’t wait for number five. I was so preoccupied with the slaps that I did not realize when a third finger was added. Joe then moved behind and started to penetrate me as he continued slapping my arse. The penetration was slow and he would frequently pause, allowing me time to adjust to his knob. After a few minutes, he was balls deep in my backside. It hurt like hell and I wasn’t sure which hurt more, my hole or my very red backside that had been slapped silly.
When the slapping stopped I had adjusted to Joe’s very thick cock. Joe eventually lifted me off Jeff without pulling out of me. Jeff moved from his former position and directly on to dad who was lying on his back next to us. Jeff lifted my dad’s legs and entered him urgently. I was now placed face down on the mattress as Joe lay on top of me with his full weight. He pushed his arms under my arms and then interlocked hands on top of my head, pinning me down completely. His knees pushed my legs wide apart before he started fucking me, varying his thrusts continuously.
The sounds from our bedfellows made everything even more erotic, as my father whimpered like a baby and Jeff grunted like a wild animal. After several minutes Joe lifted his weight onto his hands and started spearing into me mercilessly. He grunted loudly as he seeded my arse. As he pulled out of me he must have gestured to his dad, because Joe was immediately replaced by Jeff. Jeff’s extra weight almost winded me as he got into his stride. He also put his arms through under my arms, but unlike Joe, his huge hands cupped my head tightly. He then started licking and nibbling on my ears as he grunted loudly.
To the one side of us, Joe was sitting on my father’s chest as he pissed into my dad’s mouth. I now understood why the mattress smelt so strongly of urine. Jeff eventually got to his knees lifting me up with him. With his arms tightly around me, he continued fucking me while kissing and licking my neck. Joe moved to the front of me and then placed my arms on his thighs before pushing his cock into my mouth. Dad moved between Joe’s open legs and started sucking me off. Being in horny overload I came within a minute.
As Joe and dad moved away from us Jeff once more placed me flat on my stomach and pummeled my arse. Within seconds he started cumming while grunting furiously. We lay there like that for a minute or two before I felt warm liquid spraying into my manhole as Jeff pissed in my arse. Afraid that my stomach would burst I was relieved when the torrent finally ran dry.
As Jeff slowly pulled out of me I concentrated frantically to keep the liquid from pouring out of my backside. I needed to get to the toilet urgently and hurriedly made my way there. Jeff was busy in the kitchen when I returned and barked instructions to me about proper sexual etiquette. I was told to clean my father’s arse and Joe’s cock. As I licked dad’s arse I got to enjoy Joe’s cum at the same time. After thoroughly cleaning dad I moved to Joe’s cock and I really got a very good look at his penis. From the outline of his foreskin, I could see that he had a very large cock head that was about three inches long. Jeff and Joe also had far darker cocks than dad and I.
After cleaning his cock and balls I begged him to retract his foreskin. I was warned that if he did I would have to lick it clean. I promised I would do so no matter how dirty it was. He lifted his eyebrows as if to give me a final warning. His cock was stiff after my cleaning, a necessity apparently when retracting his foreskin. Because Joe’s foreskin was very tight it would not pull back when his cock was flaccid. As he started pulling the skin back the head popped out from its tight confinement. The smell was intense but I had been warned. The head was a strange purplish colour and looked bigger than it did with the skin over it. I started licking and cleaning.
Once finished I was ordered to apply lots of spit to the head of Joe’s cock. Holding the shaft of his cock tightly he then pushed the head back into its sleeve. His cock also had a slight downward curved knob, unlike dad and I who had dicks like upturned bananas. I was about to get up when Joe told me the job was not yet finished. He turned around and instructed me to clean his butt. There and then I would develop a lifelong addiction to taste of a funky butt and it would always remain one of my favourite smells.
After my task was completed Jeff beckoned me to join him in the kitchen for a hug. With help from my dad dinner was well on its way. Joe replaced his dad in the kitchen as Jeff and I moved to the lounge. I got to my knees and started licking Jeff’s cock. As I had seen before Jeff’s foreskin could not retract. His cock-head was also smaller than sons and Jeff’s cock tapered towards the front. It was also much veinier than Joe’s dick, with large protruding veins almost covering his entire cock.
Some would call Jeff’s cock ugly, but to me, the combination of his big cock and huge balls was a magnificent sight to behold. His cock also had funkier smell than Joe’s but it was not, however, off-putting. I managed to stick my finger about an inch into Jeff’s foreskin and had great fun running my finger over his cock head under the hood. My finger really stank after that.
After finishing my job Jeff turned around as I had anticipated. The smell of Jeff’s crack was very pungent but I just got stuck in and licked like crazy. Oddly, I got very turned on by this task. As I was finishing off Jeff turned around and threw me onto the mattress on my back, before pushing my legs high and wide. His weight almost knocked the wind out of me before locking my head in a vice grip and kissing me very hard. Jeff had an enormously thick tongue. His tongue felt like a prehistoric giant slug as it went to work all over my face and in my mouth. Soon, I was gasping for air.
Thankfully, he lifted his head from time to time so that I could breathe some fresh air. He then covered the bottom half of my face with his mouth and overactive tongue once more. Jeff also perspired profusely and it felt like I was in a bath as his streams of sweat sent me into sexual overdrive. Lifting his body up slightly, Jeff placed one of his damp armpits over my mouth and I licked for all I was worth. The other armpit shortly followed. After that, he lifted my one leg and pushed his cock straight into me.
I soon became aware of his huge balls loudly slapping my arse. As he got close to the point of no return he jumped up and started shooting cum all over my face. Once finished, he lay on top of me again before the slug went to work all over my face. We smelt like animals once done. Jeff walked to the bathroom and returned with a towel. He first dried me off and then did the same to himself. Oddly, the guy I was most apprehensive about was fast becoming more and more intriguing to me.
Dinner was ready after that and we were soon enjoying the good wholesome food. After dinner, dad and I left for home. I was too tired to shower and simply got into bed. As I drifted off all the smells of the raunchy evening hung over me. What an incredible day it had been.
The following morning I showered because I figured I couldn’t let Steve smell me reeking of sex. When he arrived, however, it struck me that he most probably would not have noticed. Steve was not a walking advertisement for personal hygiene. He had the roughest and dirtiest hands I have ever seen on a person. Dad explained to him that he and I would be working together during the following weeks. Steve was very pleased to have an assistant and predicted that we would get along just fine.
Now that my mother had left, Steve was also told that from then on the three of us would have breakfast together in the mornings. I think that he was extremely pleased with this new development. Dad had a few errands to run and I to immediately join Steve with my new duties.
Steve had owned a small-holding years before but had lost everything because of ‘the drink,’ as he put it. He no longer touched alcohol but I think the ‘the weed’ kept him very happy. A disastrous marriage years before had caused his drinking problem. His wife had also left him shortly after they lost their property, due to his love affair with alcohol. He then got a job at the warehouse where dad worked but also lost that job when he arrived at work drunk once too often. He managed to clean up his act and shortly after that, started working on our small-holding. Steve lived in a one bedroom unit in town that my dad paid for. Unfortunately, the house where he lived had recently been sold and he was not sure whether the new owners would allow him to stay on once they moved in.
Steve was very knowledgeable and taught me a great deal that first morning. He was also great fun to be with. Shortly before lunch, dad arrived home and we ate together. At lunch, I told dad about Steve’s accommodation dilemma. My father assured Steve that we would work something out and that he was not to worry. At around four-thirty, Steve got on his bicycle and left for his home.
I was told that we would not be seeing Jeff and Joe that evening because they had a cousin staying the night. Their cousin would, however, be heading off early the next morning, so Jeff and Joe would be coming to us for lunch on Sunday. That night dad and I had supper quite early. At around nine p.m. dad and I headed off to bed. At the top of the stairs, he asked me to join him in his bedroom. That was the first time we one-on-one sex. Sex with dad was far less hectic than with Jeff and Joe and the change of pace was very pleasant. He fucked me three times that night.
The following day, we received an early phone call from Joe. Their cousin had decided to stay on one more night and we would, therefore, not be seeing them for lunch. It was slightly disappointing but not the end of the world.
Dad then decided that we should have a good look at the loft in our barn. If Steve’s situation with the new owners was not resolved then we could accommodate him at our barn. I thought it was a great idea. Steve could always use our bathroom in the house, not that that would be a priority for him. Dad and I both chuckled about this as discussed the matter. Although the barn was well fairly well insulated, we reasoned that we could accommodate him in our house during winter when things got really extreme. One of our sofas in the lounge converted into a bed, and so that wouldn’t be a problem at all. That night dad and I headed off to our respective bedrooms. After the events of the prior few days, I was very pleased to be in bed early and get a good night’s sleep. I was really enjoying my new life.
Steve arrived around seven a.m. the following day. At breakfast, dad told him about the accommodation arrangement that we had come up with on Sunday. Steve could hardly contain his excitement. It was decided there and then that irrespective of the new owner’s decision where he was living, he would move in with us shortly. That day dad ordered a new bed and linen for the loft, which arrived that Wednesday. My father also found a few extra pieces of furniture at a second-hand shop that upgraded the loft into quite a nice apartment, gas stove and all. Steve was totally overwhelmed when he moved in on Thursday. To see a grown man cry like that was very humbling. I was very proud of my father.
From the beginning of the week, I had seen Steve’s cock frequently while we worked together and it was very impressive. Pissing to him was the most natural thing and he would simply whip his cock out and piss whenever he felt the urge. I am sure he caught me looking far too intently on a few occasions, but said nothing.
On Friday he stunned me when I again glanced at his very impressive organ. Steve asked if I liked what I saw. I tried to hide my embarrassment but he would not relent. He put his dirty hand on my shoulder and told me that he believed I liked men. As I coughed and spluttered but he just laughed. He then asked me outright if my dad and I were having a sex. I just nodded before thinking. He assured that he had no problem with that. I felt gutted, thinking about the promise I had made to my father.
Pushing me to my knees Steve then unzipped and soon his uncut cock was snaking its way into my mouth. His cock was thinner than Jeff and Joe’s and slid down my throat easily. The slight downward curve also worked brilliantly in that regard. I quickly learned to relax my throat muscles completely and enjoyed being face-fucked by him. The smell of his crotch was overpowering and it was clear that Steve seldom bathed or showered. His balls were also huge and hung very low. His equipment was surrounded by a very substantial bush of hair.
From his heavy breathing, I soon heard that he was about to cum. As he did he matched Jeff in volume as his spunk shot down my throat. I surprised him after by asking if I could lick his arse. He turned before he opened his cheeks. His butt was quite smelly but having initiated this situation, I just put my mouth over his hole and licked for all was worth. I had never heard a man groan like this. By now he was horny again and told me he wanted to fuck my arse. His narrower cock felt very comfortable in my backside. This time the fuck lasted longer and when we finished I turned around to clean him off, remembering my sexual etiquette obligations. As I licked him clean I shot my load onto the floor.
We continued to work till dad got home. My father had bought an instant meal for Steve, which he warmed up for him. I had a shower before we left for Jeff and Joe.
On our way to the neighbours, I thought about Steve and the afternoon we had enjoyed. The next five weeks we're going to be great. As we drove up to Jeff and Joe’s house my father let out a sigh. When I asked him what the matter was, he pointed to a pickup which was parked at Jeff and Joe’s house. It belonged to a man called Frank. Frank visited them a few times a year and always joined in the sexual activity. My father did not like him at all. As we entered the house and stripped, Frank came into view.
Frank was huge. He was roughly the same height as Jeff and Joe but must have weighed three hundred pounds. Apart from his fat body, Frank had the worst skin I had ever seen on a human being. It was apparent that he had had very bad acne as a youngster because of his face, chest, and back,that bore the scars. As if nature had not been unkind enough he was really ugly. He had a huge bulbous nose, thick fat lips, and porcine eyes. He also had extremely broad hands and feet. Frank’s cut cock was not extremely long but very thick. It looked like a beer can with a red apple stuck on the end of it.
Shortly after our arrival dinner was served. During dinner, Frank kept staring at me and made me feel slightly uncomfortable. After soup the main course was served, soon followed by dessert. As we all finished the meal a strange thing happened. Dad, Jeff, and Joe got really sleepy and as we sat in the lounge, one after the other they all fell asleep. Only Frank and I remained awake. Naïvely I assumed that they had all had a heavy day and smiled at Frank apologetically. Frank shrugged it off and then said that he had never seen the other parts of their house and asked me for a conducted tour. Naturally, I obliged.
The scene that was about to occur could be referred to as extreme coercion. From the time we had arrived, given the way that Frank had looked at me, I knew that he was going to fuck me that evening. That’s after all what these gatherings were all about. Unattractive as he was, however, I was intrigued by him. I also had a suspicion that Frank had a predilection for rough sex, and that hunch proved to be correct.
When we finally arrived in the main bedroom I knew I was in ‘trouble,’ when he closed and locked the door. He then grabbed and threw me on the bed and before I could say a word was on top of me. With his bulk, I could hardly breathe as he began kissing me very hard. After a while, he spun me around onto my stomach. Holding me down by my neck he repeatedly slapped my arse really hard. I was now fully involved in the scenario and decided to play my part as the damsel in distress, which Frank just loved. I started ‘protesting’ which only turned him on even more. Soon, I felt his fingers pushing into my arse. I ‘begged’ him to stop, but he just laughed and told me to shut up.
With one hand on the back of my head, he continued slapping my arse furiously as I yelped into the pillow. Soon afterward, I felt his huge cock head touching my backside. As he speared his fat cock into my arse I thought my eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. Once in, his massive body collapsed on top me. Without hesitation, he started pumping his cock into me before coming a few minutes later.
Presuming that he would now get off me, I was proved wrong as he just kept lying on top of me. Then, after a few minutes, he again started spearing into me. He barked that this session would take a lot longer and true to his word, round two took twenty minutes.
When he got off me I ran for the door in the pretense of wanting to escape. Naturally, I knew that he had removed the key. Pulling me away from the door and administering vicious slaps to my arse, he shoved me back onto the bed before round three got underway. With me on my back, his body immediately pinned me down and started slapping my face while entering me. Again my ‘pleading’ heightened his excitement. Twenty minutes, after he came I wondered if my ‘ordeal’ was finally over. Frank kept me pinned on the bed, and I fulfilled my role by begging and pleading frantically as he hurled verbal abuse at me.
Next, round four followed. I was now taken to the shower where he pissed down my throat. He then made me lie down in the shower and rubbed his fat arse all over my face. I was then dragged back to the bedroom where he again hammered my butt. This time it only lasted ten minutes.
Before leaving Frank told that he had drugged the other three men. He advised me that I should join them downstairs and awake in the morning, acting as if nothing had happened. If I snitched on him he would have a few words with his buddy, the sheriff. He said that the consequences of that could be disastrous for us because of the incest that was going on. I sniggered to myself as he drove off, complimenting myself on the very convincing performance that I had given.
After showering I joined the others and fell asleep with a sore arse.
When we awoke on Saturday morning, Frank had left a note to thank Jeff and Joe for a lovely evening. He also apologized for leaving early. All the guys were quite groggy and a little confused.
I never saw Frank again and presumed that he was worried about me snitching on him. Many masturbation sessions thereafter, however, were based on the forced fantasy of that night.
Dad and I left for home after a cup of coffee. My arse was really sore, and I informed dad that I was not feeling great before heading for my bedroom.
At around twelve-thirty p.m., I went downstairs and joined my father and Steve for lunch. Dad was quite concerned about me but I assured him I would be fine and just needed to take it easy for the rest of the day. We had been invited to the neighbours for dinner that evening but dad said that he would cancel the arrangement. I begged him not to cancel and to visit the guys alone as planned. Steve promised to keep an eye on me.
Dad prepared food for Steve and me before he left at six p.m. At dinner, I told Steve about the previous evening. He was really pissed off and comforted me. I knew my dad would not be back until morning and asked Steve if he would sleep with me. We went to my bedroom at nine and got into bed. Steve held me tightly and kissed me. As sore as my arse was, I asked him to fuck me. No further invitation was needed. I lay on my stomach as he mounted me. Steve fucked me for over an hour and came three times before we fell asleep.
When I awoke very early the following morning Steve was also awake. With a naughty smile on his face, he told me that he needed a bath. I immediately attacked his armpits. As I did so he pushed one of his grubby fingers into my arse. Steve then pushed me onto my back. After kissing for a short while he straddled my body and jerked-off furiously, before shooting his load into my mouth. As I cleaned his cock he turned his body into a sixty-nine position and sucked me off. After shooting my load into his warm mouth Steve and I got up and walked to the bathroom.
He needed to piss badly and I convinced him to get into the shower with me. I wanted him to piss all over me and in my mouth. I could tell from the excited look in his eyes that we would be doing this frequently in future. We showered together thereafter before Steve left for his barn loft.
When dad got home at around seven-thirty Steve joined us for breakfast. Afterward, Steve again left and went to his apartment. Dad told me that the guys were really missing me and that they had invited us for lunch if I was up for it. I was definitely up for it.
To be continued...
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Part Two:At around twelve p.m. we arrived at the neighbours. After stripping the usual kissing and hugging took place. Maybe it was because I had showered earlier, but I got the impression that Jeff and Joe were ever riper than usual. In fact, my father was also giving off quite a pong. He had not showered when he arrived at our home earlier that morning.It appeared that we would first be having lunch before the fun began. The guys drank their beers as usual and for the first time I was allowed...
Gay MaleDeep under the earth, in the realm of gloom, and death Hades sat contemplating his predicament. There on his thrown, sitting next to his three-headed dog Cerberus, was Hades clothed in dark robes, waves of silk black hair to his shoulders, a beard like most Greeks which showed his intelligence that was achieved over the many centuries, weaved with the muscles of a true male god, and the face of a warrior who has had to live an existence in the darkness far too long....
And yet, Boris always believed he was in control. How fool of him, and to that he could only agree, bound and sweating as he was, on the floor in the men’s bathroom of the night club, eyes closed so he could pretend he was not anticipating the moment he’d be finally pimped out in real life by a woman he had never met in the flesh before tonight. *** It all began with a simple click, as it always does, doesn’t it? Your usual ?Follow? button on twitter, one of hundreds accounts of dominant women...
WHEN PERSEPHONE RELEASED ME SHE turned her face up for a kiss, her lips soft, warm and inviting. She didn't move away, and after our second kiss I was breathing hard and I'm sure she could feel my heart pumping, even through her leathers. She certainly could after she put her hand on my shirt. "Hey, sweetie, what's up?" I opened my mouth to reply, but no words came out. I must have looked like a stranded fish. She laughed. "Cat got your tongue tonight, Sam?" My lips moved once...
Report to the King of Sparta. B.C 481 "We must conclude that there was more then one Persian ship in our waters. When one met with disaster in the storm, the other picked up survivors and as much wreckage as it could. The shield is the only piece of wreckage that signifies Persian identity. There can be no doubt that it was a spying mission or an attempt to land agents of Persia on our soil or the soil of a neighbouring state. We cannot ignore the possibility that a neighbour may actually...
Le vol dura des heures, et pourtant Maxime n'en pouvait plus d'excitation. Une heure environ avant d'arriver, il se rendit aux toilettes, et se changea pour prendre sa tenue habituelle - jean, baskets blanches, queue de cheval -. Il se sentait ? l'aise ainsi. C'?tait ainsi qu'il comptait vivre aux USA. Galvin lui avait dit que tout ?tait pr?t pour lui, et qu'il n'avait plus qu'? arriver. Son logement, son contrat de travail. Un v?hicule l'attendait ? l'a?roport et devait le conduire ? l'embarcad?re puis jusq...
To Break a Wishbone By Robyn Thanksgiving. Not my favorite time of year certainly. For most it is the time each year one gets to share the company of friends while eating a grand meal. For me too, Thanksgiving is the one day when all my family gets together from all over the country to celebrate together. Aside from being a time of turkey and talk, though, it is also the time of criticism and comparison. You see, I was born a twin. The "older one" as I'm constantly reminded of....
I fell in love at an early age. Really early. I remember it clear as day, seven years old, like a bolt of lightning. Her name was Stephanie Mahoney, and she was a sixteen year old goddess assigned to babysit my precocious little self. I told her within minutes of her walking through the door that I planned on marrying her, and bless her, she didn’t laugh, just smiled and said she liked younger men, but she expected to be kept in a certain fashion when we did get married. My parents were in a...
Shift Happens: Lionel by Kaitlyn Autofield It had been such a long Friday, and Lionel was eager to get home to his apartment and rest for once. ?He walked up the two flights of stairs just as Silvia was on her way down. ?She flashed a smile at Lionel which sent tingles down his spine. Silvia was obviously dressed for a night out with her friends, making her quite a lovely sight for Lionel. ?Secretly, he wished he would sum up the courage to ask her out, but living...
298 Part 2.The last atonement. Sitting on the old leather sofa, wearing just my hold up stockings and shoes I felt somehow relieved. I’d reached this far with little more than a few slaps and a couple of painful punches to my still tender stomach. That poor girl sitting next to me however was in a very different place. Her once wild eyes and her defiance were now reduced to the self-pity and some realisation of what lay in store for her and I watched this poor wretch sobbing uncontrollably...
It was a time of horrible raids by terrible marrauding hordes, which caused untold misery, fear and poverty in all of Pelopones. It was a time when Xena and Gabrielle were needed by all the towns, before it is too late, but she was nowhere to be found. The century before had been a good time for all, under the Cooperation Accord of Olympia, there was piece between all the polises, and Xena could concentrate on petty crime and feuding Gods. But now Xena had been on a mission in Asia for years,...
THE TRILL CAME TOO LATE for me to save Persephone. Early that morning I'd opened my eyes to see Hebe, her face inches away, her smile an open invitation. In answer I rolled onto her and settled myself in the cradle of her hips and entered her with a single stroke. She grunted and locked her legs around my butt. "Don't wait for me, Sam," she whispered. "I'm right on the edge." She was. After I finished I slid down and used my tongue to give her a little vibrato of my own. She shoved...
In the classroom after breakfast, I sat down as usual with the others as Ann called out the days pairings. There were a couple of sighs when the names were called out, mine being missing until the end. I heard Melanie give a small cry of yes as she knew that it would be us together for the day with her name being the last one called out. She was up on her feet in a flash and was ready for me to take her hand and lead her to the last vacant futon. ‘Oh Will,’ she said as she lay down on the...
The Second School. Part One. I was proud to stand on the steps of the school and see twenty four girls and boys unload themselves from taxi’s, knowing that half of them would be our first set of young men and women coming to learn about sex at our school. If you’ve read the first book, you will know how I came to be there waiting for them, but as in a lot of cases, you read the second one first not knowing that time has passed and we are into another book. So I will give you a recap although...
In the classroom after breakfast, I sat down as usual with the others as Ann called out the days pairings. There were a couple of sighs when the names were called out, mine being missing until the end. I heard Melanie give a small cry of yes as she knew that it would be us together for the day with her name being the last one called out. She was up on her feet in a flash and was ready for me to take her hand and lead her to the last vacant futon. ‘Oh Will,’ she said as she lay down on the...
Group SexThe Second School. Part One. I was proud to stand on the steps of the school and see twenty four girls and boys unload themselves from taxi’s, knowing that half of them would be our first set of young men and women coming to learn about sex at our school. If you’ve read the first book, you will know how I came to be there waiting for them, but as in a lot of cases, you read the second one first not knowing that time has passed and we are into another book. So I will give you a recap although I...
Group SexAfter all the noise and smoke and killings of 1881, Tombstone, Arizona began attracting scribes the way a buffalo corpse attracts vultures and flies. It seemed as if every newspaper back East had to have an eyewitness account of the big shootout between the Earps and the Clantons. These overly romantic seekers of Truth and Beauty inevitably ended up sitting across from Big Minnie, buying her drink after drink at the Bird Cage Theater and scribbling furiously in their journals. Minnie had a way...
HistoricalEllen reported her story from Corsicana then checked into the Best Western Executive Inn. Ellen unlocked the door to her room, opening the door, she is surprised seeing me waiting for her. Ellen sighed, set the suitcase down on the bed, I stood up from the chair, grabbing Ellen's hand in my grip. " Well, let's go into the other room. I want some." " Oh, John," Ellen answered, trying to keep the tired whine out of her voice. " It's afternoon yet. I've just been up since 2am." " I...
Her stomach growled and she glanced at the box she had packed for lunch and decided she would find a place to picnic. About 10 minutes down the road she found a spot with a few picnic tables next to a rushing creek. Two cars were parked there. One at the far end of the picnic area, a couple was eating at that table at that end. The other car was parked at the other end and she could see the guy had his hat pulled down over his eyes napping the afternoon away. She parked close to the seconf...
The fact was, she looked really good. At 5′ 6″ , she had a very slender, ‘Barbie doll’ figure, with long black hair that fell loosely over her shoulders and down her lower back. Her breasts were not very large, but they had the round youthful appearance of a seventeen year old. But it was her legs that were the most striking. They were well-toned and athletic, yet still very femine-looking. Julie was never shy about showing them off. Quite often, she would go to work wearing a dress suit with...
Chapter 1Billllllllleeeeee!I heard the yell of my Aunt Paulette clear out to the barn. She and myUncle Nick had taken to raising me after my mom and dad died. It wasn't agood memory.At least Mom and Dad died together. All I had was a mess of memories anda lot of nightmares to show for our house burning down and taking themaway from me.The metal of the wood stove burned through, and the hot coals landed onthe floor. The problem was, I had thrown buckeyes in it, and I feltguilty as hell. Maybe...
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Premium Indian Porn SitesCousins - Une Histoire de Famille - partie 3 Par Loulou Note: cette histoire est pure fiction et aucun des personnages n'existe vraiment ? l'ext?rieur de ces lignes. Ne m'en veuillez pas de prendre quelques libert?s avec la r?alit?. Chapitre 12 - Rentr?e des Classes pour Chris Pour des raisons diff?rentes, les deux cousins ?taient tout aussi inquiets. Chris faisait sa rentr?e dans la l'?cole de beaut? et Sam avait mis ses nouveaux v?tements et esp?rait plaire ? Jessica. M?me s'il avait dit le contraire ? son cou...
I awoke in a lavishly appointed bedroom with talk windows overlooking the ocean. The sand was white, the water was a gorgeous deep blue, and the coconut palms were waving in the gentle breeze.But, where am I? How did I get here and why am I here? All I remember is being in my own bed in Brentwood. Now I’m here!Then there was a brief knock at the door and in walked George Clooney! I had swooned over him for years and now here he was in this room…alone with me!"Hi, Arianna. I'm George Clooney,"...
Ce jour-l?, Maxime Lamothe eu 17 ans pour la premi?re fois de sa vie. Bien s?r, il avait eu 16 ans, aussi, et 15 ans avant ?a. Mais ces ann?es-l? ?taient encore porteuses d'espoir. Il avait attendu, attendu, mais il s'?tait jur? que si ??a? ne changeait pas, il irait voir quelqu'un. Au cas o?. C'?tait maintenant. - Ecoutez, jeune homme...je ne vois rien d'anormal. Votre taille ne devrait...plus tellement changer. Vos parents ?taient d?j? petits eux aussi, apr?s tout. Mais c'est vrai, g?n?ralement...enfin....-...
Maxime resta tr?s longtemps dans un demi-coma. Ou, tout du moins, il le pensait. Des images allaient et venaient. Des personnages apparaissaient devant lui. Il ne pouvait pas voir leur visage, mais il les entendait parler. Parfois en fran?ais, parfois en anglais. Il se sentit avoir froid. Puis chaud. Puis froid ? nouveau. Et faim. Et chaud. Plusieurs fois il voulut ouvrir ses yeux, mais il n'y parvenait pas. Lorsqu'il ouvrit enfin ses yeux, il ?tait dans une chambre d'h?pital. Toute blanche, toute...
In this part Theron trys to drug Queen to make her his lifetime slave. And he started to sceduce her hard. [email protected]
FantasySometimes I loved being a professor. Most of the time, really. My class is such that usually students don't take it if they aren't serious about it. Classical Mythology is not on the general education list so there are no general education credits for taking it. Teaching a specialized subject typically meant mature and dedicated students.This semester, however, my Thursday evening class had a handful of miscreants in it, one miscreant more troubling than the others. It seemed Blake...
LesbianNote from the author: The story is in Italian as I realized it is too hard for me to keep writing in English, but I will probably translate it later on. ---------------------------- Capitolo 3: Rachel Matt sedeva al tavolo della cucina di Steve. Una massa indistinta di capelli viola le ondeggiava davanti al viso ogni volta che si muoveva. Indossava ancora il pigiama prestatole da Chelsea. "Non riesco proprio a credere di aver avuto bisogno di un...
It was hot. Dust-eating, butt numbing hot as I rode the trail from California into the Arizona territory. Tombstone was planning a big Independence Day shindig that year since eighteen hundred and eighty two was a territorial anniversary. Even though I was still more than a hundred and fifty miles away I'd met up with slower moving groups heading in that direction. The trail was crowded with buckboards carrying weary families, with children whining about the heat. Big, clanking wagons loaded...
Hermione: Just think of Emma Watson or google her or something Hagrid: Big guy, like 9 feet tall, kinda fat, long bristly beard and hair. Harry: Skinny, untidy black hair, glasses, scar on his forehead Ron: tall, red hair, freckles “Where are you going?” Ron asked. Hermione, one foot out the portrait hole looked back at Ron and Harry, who were playing a game of Wizard’s Chess in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room. “I’m just going down to see Hagrid. I need...
Hermione walked towards the libary to meet up with Ginny - who had asked Hermione if she could help her with studying for the OWLS. The mere thought of studying sent Hermione into a frenzy of delight! What would she teach the young Ginny? Transfiguration? Defense Against The Dark Arts? Oh! Hermione did not care which subject, for she loved them all. She walked into the libary and proceeded to look for Ginny - she overheard several people talking, "man, I never knew she could be that hot -...
We took an Uber down to the museum, and we were having a great time socializing on the way. The Monet exhibit had been sold out for weeks and as we preceded toward the exhibit hall where the Monet exhibit was housed, we were all very excited as we waited in the museum lobby for our scheduled time. We were soon allowed to go in and as soon as we started to walk around the Monet exhibit, it was apparent just how packed it was. The museum kept the lighting low, probably so it wouldn’t damage...
297 PT1 The last atonement! This in pt1and 2 is a 100% true story as given to me by the lady concerned, some features of it some will find distasteful and normally I would not deal with in my normal course of writing, but because its true I have included the whole sorry story in her own very precise wordsThe last atonement! I was going through a bad patch emotionally, things were very difficult at home and I was in a rather dark place, I knew I needed some release from the mental struggle of my...
Chapter Thirty-Four – Harry Gets Hermione Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mf, mf, exhib, grope, magic, mc, reluc, spank, unif Since acquiring the fabled Spellbook of Desires from the strange and frankly disturbing salesman at the Quidditch World Cup, Harry had not once used it to seduce Hermione Granger into having some hot teenage sex with him. Ron and half...
Harry Potter, "The Boy Who Lived", was beyond mad. He was seethingly angry. He had just been out on a date with Cho Chang, the girl he had had a crush on since his 3rd year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. Thing had looked up over the past few months. Cho actually seemed to be liking him! It had taken him ages to screw up the courage to ask her our, but he couldn't have wished for a better response. She had accepted immediately. However, once out on the date, Harry found...
Cindy and I had been married for two years. I had just finished giving her an orgasm with my tongue when she said, "I wish I could come when we fuck. My friends tell me those internal orgasms are much deeper and longer."When we married I had very little experience. I wasn't sure about Cindy's past but she wouldn't talk about it. In those early days I was clumsy and came quickly. But I soon learned how to bring her off with my fingers and tongue. But she never came during intercourse...
ToysShe clearly remembered one of their first dates in the library when she convinced Viktor to meet up with her in the back of the library, a usually secluded area that was home to old, mismatched couches. Hermione was a bit nervous before Viktor showed up. None of the few students in the library had wandered to the vacant area but the idea hadn't been pushed out of her mind. She had chosen not to wear her customary robes, but went with a more casual outfit. Nothing slutty, but something a...
Note: There is a hint of gay near the end but it does not go into any detail and it should not deter you from reading the story. I apologize in advance. It is just the way the story took me. Chapter One: The beginning My sister Stacey and I were bored! We were on vacation with our parents. We were way back in Yellowstone National Park. We were stuck there for the next three weeks. We were in hell! Mom and Dad had planned on a one-month vacation in the boondocks all year. They...
One way ticket by Elaine © 2017 (based on an original story idea by Petite Pierre.) This story was inspired after reading a rough google translation version of a story that was written in French by Petit Pierre. At first I did think about making a better more accurate translation but as I started it was easier to do a complete rewrite adding parts that hadn't previously existed and modifying other parts extensively. This new version is around 60% longer and is obviously no longer...
Atonement How a simple essay spawned a global movement Much has been made of man's inhumanity to man, but sadly, the notion of man's inhumanity to women has been under developed. This essay proposes to explore the methods men have used during the span of recorded history to control the minds, mold the bodies and silence the voices of women. This is not comprehensive, but does touch on some of the more insidious methods, as well as the obvious. With the woefully late...
The Education of Simone - Part 1When the college president called her to her office Simone thought she knew what was up. She had been blackmailing one of her professors into giving her a passing grade although it was obvious she failed the course. Simone, a strikingly beautiful 19 year old blonde, was accustomed to using her sexy looks to get out of trouble.Her parents knew of Simone's naughty ways, that's why they sent her to this all girl's college in the suburbs of Paris. But they never...
THE AGONY OF SIMONE A fantasy tale by Cordoza "Very well then you little slut, don't talk! We really don't care if it meanswe can gain so much more pleasure from watching your beautiful body writhein torment," the colonel cupped her firm breast and whispered into her ear, "Youhave no idea what we can and 'will' do to the most intimate parts of you bodyif you continue to keep silent," then she twisted the girl's nipple painfully. The beginning April, 1942, and in a small French provincial town a...
I am of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. I am to please and be pleased sexually. I have a very strong sex drive - and I love having sex with an audience. One of our strict rules is outer sex only, no intercourse with our third or fourth person, though that leaves a lot of options for mutual sexual pleasure. At the appointed time on Sunday...
I am of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. I am to please and be pleased sexually. I have a very strong sex drive - and I love having sex with an audience. One of our strict rules is outer sex only, no intercourse with our third or fourth person, though that leaves a lot of options for mutual sexual pleasure. At the appointed time on Sunday...
Linda introduced Gen. Matilda MacArthur from intelligence to Jason’s group. “Matilda is the brains of our Intelligence outfit. She has already met with Major Connie Ross. They have been hard at work together, which is why you didn’t meet her at lunch. She will update you on what we know and have been thinking.” Matilda stood up to speak, “We have returned your senior intelligence assets back to the planet together with some of our people. “We are attempting to assess if there are other...
Cousins - Une Histoire de Famille - partie 5 Par Loulou Note : cette histoire est pure fiction et aucun des personnages n'existe vraiment ? l'ext?rieur de ces lignes. Ne m'en veuillez pas de prendre quelques libert?s avec la r?alit?. Chapitre 21 - Une jolie secr?taire Sam se r?veilla en pensant que jamais il n'avait si bien dormi. Comme Chris dormait encore, il prit son petit d?jeuner en silence. Quand il entendit Chris arriver derri?re lui, Sam leva la t?te pour recevoir un baiser. "Sammy, tu as l'air...
Very important author’s notes: The spark for this lewd tale came from reading Harry Potter. Regardless of whether you like or dislike the movies or books, imagine how exciting it would be to utilize the ability to go back into someone’s memory and observe what happened to them at a certain point in time. These memories are stored in a stone receptacle . . . called a pensieve. A witch or wizard can extract their own memories or another person’s . . . and stores them in the pensieve, and reviews...
Missed Opportunities As told to Lionel All my life I have been sheltered. My parents didn’t want me to be polluted by this wicked world. When I was thirteen I was even taken out of school and my mother taught me at home. I was not allowed to wear any of the cool fashions that other girls wore. I was only allowed to wear dresses. They were not the most figure flattering clothes around either. When I look back at those days I guess the best way to describe me was mousy. When it came to...
Author’s note: This story is among the first that I ever wrote (I’ve been writing for three years now). I have written fifty stories (almost a million words) since but never quite figured out what to do with this piece. So here it is; I hope you enjoy it and that you’ll let me know what you think in any [email protected] By: JackieAudrey Cummings hung up the phone as a shiver of anticipation raced through her forty year old body. Judy McKay was bringing over a thirteen year old young...
WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, bad words, and strange ideas. It has only the strange things that dribble from my head. If you are not old enough, mature enough, open minded enough, and especially not smart enough to stop reading should you find yourself becoming offended viewing such a story, don't! I hereby grant permission to post this story, make it available for download, or send it to a one or more of your kinky friends, as long...
My old time girlfriend Maura had invited me to her home. The excuse was having a few drinks, but she wanted to introduce me her new boyfriend.We sat around a low table, just a small group of good friends. My loving Victor was sitting close to my side,The brand new boyfriend Tyrone wasn’t what I was expecting. Maura usually went for men in their late thirties, blond bachelors mostly, with blue eyes and owners of a nice car…But this guy Tyrone wasn’t like that, at all. He was athletic, muscular,...
Hades gritted his teeth, fingers twitching at his side. He was panting, drips of sweat running down his bare back, his shoulders, his forehead, soaking the blindfold. It annoyed him, though it was fine silk, he fought the impulse to take it off. He had been preparing for this night, deep in the caves that span the foundations of the Alsitor mountain range, and his role as [prisoner/guest/slave/student] was not one he had volunteered for without heavy consideration. He didn't blame his beloved...
Fantasy & Sci-FiStaying in a hotel is sexy. A good hotel, that is. No matter how humdrum your life is, when you dress yourself knowing that in a few hours you will become a mysterious and sophisticated stranger strolling across some beautiful lobby, people can’t be sure you’re not some hot shot entrepreneur, oil tycoon, or secret agent. It’s fun, and feeling like the world is watching is seductive. You preen a little. I know you do. I’ve seen it a hundred times. I’m the man in the lobby with the answer to a...
TabooThe Feminization of Simone By Simone Clark I was an everyday guy. I had a good job, happy relationship, money, and a nice place to live. I also had a secret, my alter ego Simone. I had some friends in the TG community but for the most part I kept to myself, living with the fear of exposure. I did spend a lot of time in chat rooms, portraying myself as Simone and often engaging in very hot chat with others. While I was in the chat rooms I was fully dressed as Simone, this helped...
This is a Story about my , her best friend and me. I’m Josh, a high school senior, 18 years old. I weigh around 180 pounds and am 5’10”. I have shoulder length straight black hair and light brown eyes. I was captain of the Basketball team. My Girlfriends name was Ashley. She was 18 as well. She was 5’3”; she has black hair with red streaks at the time. Her body was 34C-24-32. She was the sexiest and most beautiful girl in town. We had been dating since school. We had slept together often and...
Group Sexby Diomedes050465 Gang Banged Simone Richards had been born poor white-trash and had married just short of her eighteenth birthday, a marriage that had lasted barely fifteen months, he had beaten her, whored her out to his friends and turned her into a street hooker. The trouble was that after she had finally had the courage to walk out she had no means of supporting herself except on her back or with her mouth. She was however a natural beauty and quickly became an expensive escort...