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Eastern Thrace, 377 A.D.

Zura was a beautiful girl.

The great Lord God gifted her with golden blonde hair, bright amber eyes, and flawless skin. Her face seem crafted by the Lord Himself, in the visage of his loyal angels. Her figure was fit and nubile, the epitome of health and youth. Her bosom and hips were supple and curvaceous, the very picture of fertility. In the countryside village of Silistra, no woman or girl could rival Zura’s beauty, not even her sisters.

When Zura walked through the market, men and women alike would pause their business to bask in the radiance she exuded. Men wanted her, women wanted to be her.

On a near daily basis, Zura’s father was approached by men asking if they could have her hand in marriage. They would trade anything, do anything, pay any dowry, just to have the Jewel of Silistra as their wife.

But Zura’s father was a difficult man to bargain with, for he owned the largest vineyard in all of the Thracian countryside. People came from near and far to trade for his wine, the quality of which was rivaled by few in all the Roman Empire… as was his youngest daughter’s beauty. Few could afford his wine, and even fewer could afford the price he levied for his daughter’s hand.

Yes, Zura was a very beautiful girl…

… until the Goths attacked.

They came under the cover of night, when the moon was absent and stars were obscured by heralding storm clouds. The darkness cloaked their approach, the thunder masked their marching feet.

The barbarian tribe razed the village, destroying homes, setting fire to the streets, and plundering the market and farms. Few villagers could stand against their brutality, the likes of which did not seem human. Despite the swords and spears they wielded, the Goths seemed more akin to animals. They wore no armor and bore no shields—only loincloths, boots, and cloaks made from wolfskin protected their hairy tanned skin. At times, the line between man and wolf seem blurred, such was their ferocity.

They ran through the streets, through the countryside, laying waste to everything in their path. Blood, fear, anguish, and death was the turbulence of their wake. Young and old, sick and healthy alike, men, woman, and even children fell to their wrath.

Few were spared.

Among them was Zura.

Being on a large hill that overlooked the village, her father’s villa was among the first to be attacked. She had to watch the Goths invade and take her home-she had to watch her mother and father, her sisters and brothers, and even her nieces and nephews fall to the claws and blades of the relentless Gothic horde…

One of Zura’s suitors—a guest at the villa, a decorated veteran soldier from Rome—could do nothing to protect her. He fell immediately to the savagery of the Goths, his skull cleaved in two, his limbs torn from his body, and his heart ripped out of his chest.

Zura screamed in grief and fear as the Goths dragged her through the burning streets of her once proud village, asking God why she was spared to witness the destruction of her home and her people. Why hadn’t they killed her like the rest?

When the village was taken and its last pitiful defender had fallen… Zura got her answer. In the smoldering, smoking ruins of Silistra, the Gothic savages took her.

They took her.

They ripped at her dyed and embroidered clothes, pulled at her golden hair, grabbed at her breasts, scratched at her fair skin, and plundered and violated her once-untouched chastity.

Zura was a beautiful girl, until the Goths stripped her of her worth, bludgeoned away her beauty, and stole her purity. They were relentless, when one barbarian finished, she would passed on to another.

For days after they forced themselves into the village, the Goths forced themselves inside her. Zura never saw respite. The drive to fright and resist was soon quelled. She lost hope-lost faith-in the God that was supposed to love her. Why had He gifted her with such beauty, the very thing that made her the favorite plaything of these savage animals? With every thrust forced inside her, they scoured and chipped away at a piece of her soul… until she laid empty and broken beneath their feverish rutting bodies.

Her body was a husk. These animals could do with it as they pleased, because her soul was no longer present. Zura was a pale shade of what she once was.

The famed Jewel of Silistra was now the favored Whore of the Goths.

/ / / / / / / / /

Zura tried to will away the throbbing around her bruised black eye, the stinging in her split lip, and the pain between her thighs… but it was difficult, seeing that she was laying wet and shivering under a leafless tree, bound to it by shackles, as were the few other girls the Goths saw fit to ‘spare.’

The cloudy night sky continued to drizzle—the rain had not stopped since the morning after the attack—turning the ground to muck, and chilling the girls to the bone. Their only defense against the cold were thin woolen tunics that covered nothing, and the red mud that caked their skin, still stained by the spilt blood of the fallen villagers.

Zura heard the sound of footsteps, and the fearful whimpers of the other girls.

‘That one,’ said a low raspy voice.

Zura felt the chains of her shackles being pulled at as the other girls moved away from the speaker, but she did not move. There was no use trying to escape, and the other girls needn’t worry. Zura knew who the warrior wanted.

Rough hands grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. She stood there, trembling, trying to keep balance as they unbound her. It was amazing she still could stand after the countless assaults her womanhood had suffered over the past few days.

‘Come with me,’ the warrior said.

Zura recognized him, she had memorized his beady eyes, crooked nose, and yellow teeth. He was the savage that made use of her most frequently. And it wasn’t only her, the animal’s libido seemed insatiable, he had taken pleasure from each of the five captured girls at least once. Zura allowed herself a small smirk. At least he would be quick.

‘What are you laughing at, slave?!’ the warrior spat.

‘Noth—umph!’

The man had brought his fist to her face. ‘Do not speak!’

Zura spat blood into the mud, along with it a tooth. She had lost count how many teeth had been beaten out of her jaw.

The man held her tightly by the neck and spat his words directly to her face, ‘The only reason I do not slash tongue from mouth is so that it can still wrap itself around my cock.’

Zura reeled back at his putrid breath, but said nothing.

The warrior grabbed her tightly by the hair and pulled her alongside himself as he walked. Zura struggled to keep up, walking was now a laborious chore. Her once graceful gait was now a shambling limp. Cramps and soreness between her thighs were her constant companions now.

She was led away from the Gothic camp, and up a beaten path, one she recognized despite the blood that still stained it. She looked ahead. She was being led to her father’s villa, her home.

As Zura walked through the courtyard, she noticed her favorite olive tree, the one her nieces and nephews loved to climb. There was a smoldering black pit underneath it… a pyre housing the charred bones of her family… with those of their servants.

Zura lamented at such disrespect, to think that the Goths had her family-the richest and proudest in the region-share an equal grave with filthy wretched slaves?

But wasn’t that all she was now, too? A slave, cattle—mere property of the barbarian Goths that raped her, nearly every hour of the day?

She was escorted through the bloodstained halls of her former home. Where was she being taken? The warriors usually had no care or preference where they had their way with her, b
e it in their tents or open view of others by the campfire.

Finally, she was shoved through a curtain and into a room.

‘Ritheus, your whore,’ the warrior said, kicking Zura’s shin to force her to her knees.

Zura kneeled in her father’s chamber, the biggest room of the villa. The flat stone walls were bathed in soft light from the oil-lamps and candles that decorated the room. A large wooden tub in the corner was being filled with warm water by another warrior, whilst a table in the opposite corner was being served with food. The fine linen cloths on the bed were replaced by animal skins and furs. Her father’s blood had been washed from the floor, but the stain was still plainly there.

A giant man stood in the center of the room, facing the window, his back draped by a coarse fur cloak. With a deep baritone voice, he told the other Goths, ‘Leave us.’

The warriors quit the room, leaving Zura alone with the man they called Ritheus.

He stood tall, well over six and a half feet. He had a protruding belly, and his frame was bulky and wide, but despite that, his broad chest and thick arms were rippling with hard sculpted muscle.

On his head was a mantle skinned from a bear, the beast’s snout and ears still attached.

Zura knew this man. She recalled his name, in the past having heard it spoken by Roman soldiers that visited her father. Ritheus Ursus, a fierce Gothic tribal chief, known for having the aspect, strength, and brutality of the terrible brown bears that dominated the forests and mountains north of the Danube River.

She also knew him as the man that had choked her youngest niece to death, decapitated her father, and cleaved her suitor’s skull in two. The very axe that had done those terrible deeds leaned against the corner of the room, blade still glistening with viscera.

Ritheus took off his mantle and loincloth and turned to Zura, revealing a bald head and a bushy black beard, so long it was braided into a plait that extended nearly to his navel. Extraordinary endowment dangled between his thighs.

For the first time in days, fear struck Zura’s heart, and the urge to flee was rekindled. Surely this beast of a man would give her the most brutal raping yet, making her previous tortures seem like the caresses of a tender lover…

‘Girl. Come to me,’ he commanded.

Zura did not rise from her knees, fear holding her fast to the floor. She stole a glance over her shoulder, towards the entrance to the room. She knew the corridors of her father’s villa better than these savages, she could possibly…

… but she didn’t get a chance. Ritheus walked over to her, his heavy footsteps reverberating through the floor. He grabbed her by the arm and brought her to her feet.

‘Do not think to run,’ Ritheus said. ‘Other girls like you have tried, and my men have killed them in pursuit. They know not how to restrain themselves.’

Zura trembled in fright, flashes of memory coming to her eyes… her mother and sisters fleeing the Gothic warriors, only to be stricken down and ravaged on the spot.

To her surprise, instead of leading her to the bed, Ritheus led her to the bathtub and placed a strigil into her trembling hands.

He sank into the bathtub slowly, the girth of his massive body causing water to spill onto the floor. A low growl rumbled out of his lips. Or perhaps that was a sigh of relief, Zura thought. The man’s voice was so deep it was hard to tell.

‘I would have you clean me,’ he said.

Is that all? Zura questioned silently, not daring to speak out loud. She surely doubted it, but she would comply, if only to delay the brutal pummeling that was to come.

‘The oil is there,’ Ritheus said, pointing at a clay bottle placed nearby.

As Zura took the bottle, Ritheus turned his back to her, indicating that was where she should start. She poured the oil onto his back, spread it across his skin. She marveled at the rough and bumpy texture, the other Goths did not have skin so coarse. Zura shifted her body to allow the candle light to fall upon Ritheus’ back.

His dark tan skin was covered in a network of terrible scars. They extended from his shoulders and neck, all the way down to his buttocks. Not an inch of skin lay unblemished by jagged bumpy tissue. Afraid that she may cause him discomfort by taking the strigil to his marred skin, Zura hesitated.

‘Proceed, you will not harm me,’ Ritheus said.

Zura did as she was told and began to scrape away the dirt and grime from his back. Ritheus did not seem to be in any pain or discomfort, he only moved to give her more access.

Finally, when she was done with his back, he said, ‘Strip.’

Zura knew what was to come, so she ignored his command. If he was going to take her, why not tear away her pathetic excuse for clothes himself? What was stopping him? A small girl like her had no hope of resisting a giant man like him.

With a growl of annoyance, Ritheus said, ‘Strip, girl, so that you may enter the tub and continue.’

Zura took off her sole piece of clothing, and entered the tub. Ritheus threw his plaited beard over his shoulder so that she had access to his chest. His back was not the only part of his body that held scars. His sinuous arms, thick legs, and broad chest all held hefty wounds that had long since healed, testaments to the life a tenacious warrior.

Zura continued cleaning him, taking her time and sparring no inch of skin, knowing that the longer she took to perform her task, the longer her body remained uninvaded by turgid Gothic flesh.

When she was done, Ritheus surprised her yet again by leaving the tub, not once a laying a hand on her. He stomped to the bed and redressed.

Zura sat in the tub, at a loss for what to do.

Ritheus sat himself at a table, grabbed a chunk of horsemeat and took a generous bite. ‘You may clean yourself, if you so wish,’ he said, mouth full.

Zura did so, thanking God for yet another delay. She took the oil and strigil to her skin and happily scraped away the dirt, mud, and blood that had caked itself onto her body. She paid particular attention to her thighs, where putrid Goth seed that had long since dried itself.

Once clean, Zura still remained a far cry from her former glory. Her once flawless skin was still marred by bruises, scratches, and bite marks inflicted by the men that made cruel and rough use of her body. Her once golden and flowing hair was tattered and in clumps, red scrabs peppered her scalp where locks had been torn out. Yet the damage was not only external… nothing could wash away the darkness smeared open her soul by the unwelcome touch of these barbarians.

She stepped out of the tub, once again uncertain about what to do.

‘Come to the bed,’ Ritheus said, gesturing that she come over.

She did not refuse him, knowing it would be foolish to do so. She sat at the edge of bed, still naked and wet from the bath. Was he going to take her now?

‘Here,’ Ritheus said, grabbing a chunk of bread and tossing it to her. ‘Feed yourself, lest you wither away into nothing.’

Zura caught the loaf and stared at it. Does he jest?

Ritheus gazed at her with hard eyes.

Zura bowed her head slightly, and said, ‘Gratitude.’ She took a bite.

It was stale old bread, but how savory did it taste as it entered her mouth, and filled her aching stomach. Cramps in her harrowed womb had masked a hunger that was now brought to the surface. The warriors of the camp hardly fed her and the other girls. Either from cruelty or neglect, she wasn’t sure.

Finishing the loaf, Zura eyed a hunk of horsemeat. She glanced at Ritheus, and a small nod of his head indicated his approval. Zura tore into it quickly and savagely, in a manner unfit a girl of delicate upbringing.

Ritheus handed her a cup of wine, and Zura gulped it down quickly. ‘Such a gluttonous appetite
for so small a girl,’ Ritheus said.

Daring once again to speak, Zura said, ‘Your men seldom feed me and the others… if we occupy their attention, it is for other means than nourishing us.’

Ritheus said nothing, he only nodded in understanding. Finishing the last of his meal, he cleared the table and placed a map upon it. He sat there, studying it intently, and stroking his beard.

Zura watched him in anxious expectation, slowly chewing her food. Was he waiting for her to finish her meal? Why had he not taken her yet? No other Goth warrior had expressed such patience, such restraint, especially when she sat naked and bare in front of him.

Finally, Zura could not hold her nervous anticipation any longer. Better to have it over with quickly, than be in this state of torturous uncertainty. She asked him, ‘W-will… will you take me now?’

Ritheus did not look up from the map, but said, ‘No.’

Zura could not believe her ears. He must be joking, playing at a cruel jest. She was certain nearly half his army had known the flesh of either her or one of the other girls of her village, during and after the attack. They were savage barbarians, it was in their very nature to rape and pillage, plunder and kill, to take what was not theirs. At her own self-disgust, Zura felt almost insulted. Had the Jewel of Silistra been so badly tarnished that even this base animal did not want her?

She dared to ask, ‘Why?’

Ritheus removed his eyes from the map and steeled them on her. ‘I too have known the lash of slavery.’

Zura readily believed him, recalling the scars on his back. They were clearly lashes from a whip. ‘Who was your master?’

‘My masters were the Huns and I lived under their whip for many years. They killed and enslaved many of my people, and pillaged and took our villages. I saw my own sister forced upon by their soldiers.’

Zura scowled. Was he serious?

Ritheus scoffed. ‘Yes, I understand the irony, but such is war. I will not fault my men for reaping the spoils of battle, but I myself will not partake. My wife and others follow our army only a few camps away. My men have stained you with filth and disease, and I will not spread it to her.’

Bearing the insult, Zura asked, ‘Why not lead your men by example? Show them the path of mercy.’

‘They would never take it.’

‘Why?’

‘Because every last one of them would gladly see you Romans suffer at the end of their blades and their cocks rather than allow a single one of you to walk free.’

‘Why did you attack my village then? We are not Roman, we’re Thracian!’

‘The shadow of Rome casts itself over your village, and you gladly suckle at her breast!’ Ritheus roared angrily. ‘You are Roman, and we will see every village and city fall in our wake!’

‘Why do you hate us so? We have done you no wrong!’

‘You stupid, spoiled girl,’ Ritheus growled. ‘Standing high atop your pedestal, ignorant to what goes on in the muck beneath you.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘As every one of my men has fucked you, the Roman Empire have fucked us in kind!’ Ritheus yelled, leaping to his feet. He towered over Zura menacingly. ‘Beaten and broken, we Goths were driven from our lands in the north by the Hunnic horde. We asked you Romans simply for humble refuge, to hide and lick our wounds, yet the second we crossed the Danube we were yet again enslaved, then left to starve! What do you think happens when you beat, cage, and starve a dog? It lashes back with the intensity of a wolf!’

Zura reeled back, fearing Ritheus would strike her in his rage. He may not want to take pleasure from her flesh, but nothing stopped him from beating her to balm the sore wounds inflicted by her people.

But he didn’t do anything. With a low growling breath, he calmed himself and turned away. He sat back down at the table and put his attention back to the map.

Zura watched him again for a long while, eventually gathering the courage to say, ‘If you will not take me, what is to become of me this night?’

‘I must keep appearances for the sake of my men,’ Ritheus said. ‘Take the bed and rest yourself.’

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John Henry Bartlett III laid back on his bunk and closed his eyes, exhausted after another long day at sea. It had been another stressful day, causing him to question once again why he had joined the Navy. The answer was simple: his family legacy. Father and grandfather before him, along with scores of uncles and cousins…men in his family were supposed to be Navy men. He hadn’t even questioned it, the choice was made for him before he was born and he stepped into his role like a pair of...

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A Little History

Even back in college she had a reputation for being easy. There was even a rumor she had done a gangbang. Not the kind of girl you would typically want to marry but I was confident she would change once she had that ring on her finger. Turned out to not be the case. Once a slut always a slut. She is a beautiful sexy Asian American woman. Had all the qualities I was attracted too, and I do kind of like dirty girls in the bedroom so we married. Fast forward to 2012. Married 16 years. My wife...

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Get on Your Knees Boy

When she heard the doorbell ring she could feel her pussy start to tingle. He was here, and right on time too. She knew he would be; he loved it as much as she did, even if he pretended not to. She opened the door and was greeted by his smile. He was in a suit, his hands in his pockets, and a five o'clock shadow. She was still in her blouse and skirt that she had worn to work herself. "Get in here," she told him smiling, grabbing his tie and pulling him inside. They both chuckled at that....

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that slutty teacher

. she was wearing a short skirt and a bra. she had a strap on my dick grew hard. she saw that and whispered to me" you will need to control that" and she rammed me on the tip of my cock with a whip. it hurt like shit. then she made mebend over and suck her strap on. i refused but she threatened to lower my grades. so i sucked it and she pushed it in and in. then after a hour she let me go. i went home furious.i called my freinds and told them to help me. what i wanted was revenge. So ...

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A Submissives Dream

It had been one of those days. Awful, she thought to herself, yes 'awful' was the best way to describe it. She honked her horn as another idiot cut in front of her, trying his best to go two miles an hour instead of one in this bumper-to-bumper traffic. Even the weather was miserable, it was cold and wet and raining. She thought again of her shoes, likely ruined from the puddle she had stepped in on the way into the office this morning. She had been in wet shoes with cold feet all day,...

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Fucking My Sweet Teacher Usha

Hello hi friends my name is NIkhil and I m From Hyderabad .And i m 5feet 8inches height and age 22 nice body build and much fair. When I was pursuing ma Btech final year i was going to ma college only on Monday and Tuesday and there was only classes on these days. she was very fair and her size was 32-28-32.She was 29 years of age.She was married. There was a teacher named Usha she was very cute and in or class all the boys used to see her like a pinch when she was teaching us a electronic...

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Milking her husband

Milking her husband By kittynor This is a fictional story. If you are not an adult, please leave right now. If you're an adult, then I would say this story contains female domination. If it is not your taste then kindly move on. I would like you people to comment on the text here. Criticism is welcome though only constructive criticism. Any tips or suggestion on grammar, plot and characters is welcome. Enjoy. ### The sun peeks through the windows and causes Madhu to awaken....

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Las Vegas

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Dad and the Emo Girl

I asked my father to write the story about how he met Colly, the pretty girl who has been his loving consort for the past decade. The following is the recollection the two of them put together with a loving daughter’s editing. My husband helped me publish this about a year ago on another site too, so some of you may have read it there before this edited and cleaned up version here. The mall is a place to see people – mostly happy people. I put them into five categories. First were the speed...

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Chasing LolitaChapter 8 Kimmys Friend Nikki Part 2

Two days later—a Friday—I stayed home from the office to complete a report I was working on. Around eleven a.m. the telephone rang. "Mr. Mareskechov?" the staid female voice on the other end said. I was taken aback but managed to stammer, "Y-yes." "This is Miss Baston from St. Mary's. I'm calling about Nikita. Despite repeated warnings, your daughter continues to wear inappropriate attire to class. And are you aware, sir, of our rule regarding no make-up?" "Uh ... yes," I...

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Maa ne shaadi ki 4th floor ke Yadav ji se

Hi friends this abhijit once again ab me aapko ek aisi kaahani batana chahta hu jo ki meri maa ki chudai ki hai woh bhi ek bihari se najaane kyun yeh bihari log mere maa ko kyun chod the hai aur maa kyun unka lund pasand aata hai. Ek din main ghar pe tha kyunki mere school mein 9th std ki exam thi bahut dino se humne building ka jo maintainance ka jo paise hai woh nahi bhare the aur building ki taraf se notice bhi aayi thi maa ne mujhse kaha ki beta tum ghar pe rehna mein 4th floor par yadav...

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Hot Sis Hotter MomChapter 3

Joann remained where she was on the floor, watching her son roll off her daughter. His cock, limp now, still looked exciting to her. His prick was glistening with fuck juices, and, when her daughter sat up, leaning at the headboard of her bed, she turned her eyes to those spreading legs, seeing her daughter's almost-hairless cunt seeping creamy come juice. She saw Judy's tiny clitoris, the tip poking from the sugary folds. Slowly, feeling weak, Joann stood. Her legs trembled, and she was...

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Chandu Uncle Aur Didi 8211 Part 1

Suraj dubne ko tha, vukh lagi thi par ghar me na to khana tha aur na paise. Mai aur meri didi ke liye ye koi nayi bat nahi thi. Mummy hame 5 sal pahle chhod ke chali gayi, papa jo pahle se hi sharabi the aur pine lage, roj daru pite, jua khelte aur factory se kamai sare paise ek jue ke adde me gawa ke ghar ajate aur so jate.. Didi jo 22 sal ki thi,5’4” ht, gori, khubsurat, gol chehra, kandhe tak bal, chhoti ankhen,sab taraf se model. Par unki chuchi kuch jyada hi badi, dusre shadi shuda aurton...

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Faggot boy sissy maker

I knew I needed some choke back dicking hot saliva on my shaft and the thick spit from the back of the throat on the head of my hard cock.I found a panty boy online. We started texting dirty and depraved, she wanted to be treated like a mommy and breeded in her ass pussy. She had a tight rectal passage that boys liked to cum in but no ovaries, just the tight asshole and her dick and balls that she put in panties to try to seduce straight men and porno curious boys. I met her in her backyard...

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Ass Worship update

I am now 25. I am 5'6" and 124 pounds. I have dark hair and brown eyes. I'm fit but not a fitness buff. I am not "big on top" but rather a b-cup. The most noticeable thing about me is my butt. It's not a ghetto booty, but since I was very (very) young, people have commented on my ass. A few years ago, the term "ass worship" struck me and I began researching it just seemed like a natural thing for me. No----I'm not an ass worshipper, ha. Not by any means! But I have learned...

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Black Widow in double trouble

This is a continuation:Black Widow submits to S.H.I.E.L.D http://xhamster.com/user/penelopeslut/posts/524285.htmlBlack Widow rises, while another falls between her...http://xhamster.com/user/penelopeslut/posts/529468.htmlBlack Widow Sexual Espionagehttp://xhamster.com/user/penelopeslut/posts/544277.htmlBlack Widow Spy vs Miraclehttp://xhamster.com/stories/black-widow-spy-vs-miracle-567124Black Widow waiting for a new...

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Kurt Kat

       Kurt lifted the coffee to his lips; let the steam tickle the insides of his nose.  Nothing felt better in the winter cold than coffee shop steam.  He darted his tongue into the whip cream top experimentally and came away satisfied.  A tiny smile crept across his lips.        ?You’re like a big kid,? his coffee companion observed.  She was tall, but looked shorter slouched in the coffee shop comfy chair.  Her chestnut hair fell in bouncy waves around her head and shoulders like a frisky...

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Best Friends Exchange Club

A flash of memory: A modest slap on my bare butt brings me back to awareness. I'm breathing I've just run a mile, except that I seem to be lying across the thighs of a woman, on a love seat. Her fingers are gently massaging my G-spot, giving me total-body aftershocks. Across the room on the sofa, I hear my best friend Sarah in the throes of orgasm. A quick glance between my aftershocks lets me see the black hair of the woman between her thighs, apparently licking her very well. "Miriam, how...

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Thatrsquos what friends are for

Just Being NeighborlyI first had a chance to meet our new neighbor when we were both getting our mail out of our adjoined mailboxes one day around noon. Looking her over she had a bit of a very tired look on her face but from the neck down she was hot. She was wearing sandals, really short shorts and a pullover white shirt cut at the waist and the neckline was torn down rather low. Allowing her to be the first one to get the mail I watched as she stooped over to grab hers. I got a pretty clear...

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Coffee and More

Chapter 1 Melody and I have had a happy life together, now married just over thirty-five years. We've raised two children, both girls, and they're long out of the house. We live in a medium-sized city and I'd worked for one of the larger companies in the area that, in recent years, had undergone several downsizing periods that saw a number of our friends retire including us. It was something I saw coming; I was not given early retirement in the first go-round but several of my long-time...

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SerendipityChapter 19

Showering together was definitely going to have a high priority in the Quinton household. After a morning 'quickie' ... well, not so quick ... it was both very enjoyable and rather necessary. Not to mention much quicker and easier than a sponge-down in a cabin at sea. So good, too, to have fresh milk for us to have with our muesli, so much easier as well to have the space and equipment that enabled us to have different breakfasts. One thing that did carry over from our habits at sea was...

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Aphrodites KissChapter 10

I fucked Michelle for several more strokes, along with Missy, but the more I fucked them, the more times each of them came. It wasn’t one long orgasm, but a series of them, their bodies almost convulsing from the force and frequency of the release. They both screamed repeatedly, their bodies almost synchronized with each other in terms of their climaxes, even as I spurted out rope after rope inside Michelle’s dripping wet cunt. This only made them cum more, though I wasn’t entirely sure as to...

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No Contest Book 2 Hard Fought 199193Chapter 21

It rained the next day. Off and on. Making it cooler than usual, but being near the equator, that was relative. A balmy seventies. But it kept people indoors, mostly. It also revealed a missing aspect of the Cube. It wasn’t exactly designed for kids. So Anna and the Barbadian family matriarch brought out some cards and a couple cribbage boards and taught the kids how to play. Victoria, Essie and Liang decided to brave the weather and spent the day tooling around the island on the motorbikes....

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Neighbourhood Watch

Neighbourhood Watch I get genetics, I really do. Mendel, Paley, Darwin, X and Y chromosomes, DNA, the Human Genome Project, protein molecules that combine and define who and what we are, I accept and understand it all. What I can’t comprehend, however, is how I’ve ended up being 5ft 1′, with pallid skin, Coppertone hair and breasts that would shame a male weightlifter. How can I possibly be the pinnacle of human evolution? How can this body be seen as an intelligent design? In truth there is...

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Deputy MorpheusChapter 16 Pirates

I glanced at the door when Simon stopped in it. He smiled and leaned against the frame, “I have a mission for you.” I sat back and pushed the data films away as I reached for my ready bag, “Tell me it is off world.” He laughed and nodded his head, “A prisoner transfer to Graham.” I stood as Dragon leaped from her perch and flew towards me, “Let Amanda know I went out?” He chuckled, “She is down in dispersing getting your vouchers.” I stopped when I reached him and sighed, “Simon...” He...

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Wife Caught Me

I love cum. I've been eating it since I was 18. These stories I'm only now sharing are part of my life. I never realized that there were others like me. I'm hot just thinking about others enjoying their bodies the way I do.I got home early from work one afternoon and I knew I'd have the house to myself for at least an hour until my girlfriend got home. I was going to whip up a nice hot load so I stripped and lay on the bed and started to stroke my rapidly swelling cock. It felt so good and it...

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Husband Ne Lund Dilwaya

Hi friends thanks for reply & comments on my stories, again I am Lalit with my new story which is Next incident with me & my wife Priya. As per my promise I have to arrange new sex partner for my wife .Now again narrates this in my desi language. Maine priya ko aap logo ke reply or comments dikhaye to priya ne bola lalit kahi hum ye sab jyada.To nahin kar rahe or hamari family hain or hum teenage bhi nahi hain ki log humein bacha kahe is liye ye sab hum apne tak rakhte hain inhe online post mat...

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A Weird OneChapter 8

I thought I was having a wet dream, but it was my mom waking me up with a blow job. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was only six. I tensed and started to push her away, but she took her mouth off me long enough to say: "Don't panic baby; he had to go in early. We are alone." I relaxed and she worked on me for a little bit longer and then she moved into a sixty-nine over me. I knew as soon as I tasted her pussy that dad had gotten the same wake up I was being given. I had known...

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NubileFilms Casey The Right Touch

Wearing just a necktie, Casey is a luscious picture who can’t keep her hands off her buxom body. Her titties are a delight as she hefts their weight, and her meaty fuck hole is already set as she starts rubbing her clit. Splayed out, she masturbates for Jason X. to show him just how she likes it. When Casey finally invites him to join her, Jason starts by squeezing that ass and then pulling her in close with the necktie. He shoves his finger into her mouth to suck, then lets Casey drag...

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The PropositionChapter 5

I put in some long overdue domestic admin work, and then went looking for Laura in her room, but she wasn't there. I found her curled up in an ancient Chesterfield in the library immersed in a book. "That looks very comfy!" I said. "I love it here," she replied without looking up. "I could stay here for ages and never get bored. Your library is almost better than the public one at home." I sat down in an armchair opposite her. I was about to speak, but before I could say anything,...

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One Night In Paris

We finally plan to meet when I come to France. I am so excited, but so nervous also. You come to pick me up at my hotel and I am waiting for you right outside. I see you crossing the street looking so fucking handsome in dress pants, a white collared shirt and a black wool jacket. You finally look my way and smile and say, "bonjour" and lean over to kiss my cheek. You step back and look me over. You are pleased. I am wearing a charcoal colored sweater coat down to my knees and tied in the front...

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Hike Match Se hua Match

Hi dosto ye meri pehli story hai aur real life insident hai jo mere sath delhi mai hua tha Mera naam jack(changed) hai aur mai delhi mai ek it company mai job krta hu toh agar koi girl ya lady mujhse chat krna chahe toh mujhe pr mail kar sakti hai Chaliye story start karta hu, baat 2016 ki hai hike messanger ne tinder ki tarah ek match making service start ki thi . Maine bhi vo service start kri aur match found hue. Unme s maine kafi ladkiyo s baat ki aur ek ladki laxmi nagar k pass ki hi thi...

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Starting Early My Story

Starting EarlySex is suppose to be a part of our everyday normal life but some people love to try and tell you how to run your own life and then look down on you when you don’t live up to those standards they set for you. My mother has never been a follower instead she taught her k**s that you control your own life and any decisions we make impact your life forever and do what ever makes you happy and to hell with the world thinks .This is my story My mother Crystal plays the organ for our...

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Sex And Strikes And Rock N RollWeek Eight

FRIDAY APRIL-22 It's late Thursday evening Central European Time, the flight from Heathrow to Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris had taken a little over two hours. And the ride by limousine to the Park Hyatt at 5 Rue de la Paix had been a short but adventurous one as they negotiated traffic where the motorists all seemed to drive by different sets of rules. Finally though they were settled into their four pre-booked suites, though they were currently all enjoying the excellent twenty-four...

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BJ Jones the Story of My Life Book 2Chapter 157

Thursday started off like all my days did - digesting page after page of updates. The CIA update on Russia was almost chilling again. Russia was moving one more step closer to civil war - a war that would certainly involve current and former Eastern Bloc countries and all of Europe. There were reports of armed fighting in today’s brief. The DOD people were in Nigeria and had approved a location for the new Doppler radar installation. The Army Corps of Engineers was drawing up plans for the...

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