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Note. This is my first attempt at describing a gay male relationship from the time of my own youth. Please forgive my presumption but the story demands it and I am the slave of the story. I shall shortly be posting my lesbian chapter Ivy and Ginny.

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The Sacred Band. Chapter twelve – Donald and Bruno

told by Donald Bray

November 1955.

I was in the Chancery Court, sitting behind Mr Carruthers Melford Q.C. one Thursday in the Autumn of 1955, when the events began that changed my life. I might say with a strong element of truth that they began my life. Everything before that day was overture.

Melford was a well-fed, florid-faced man, whose complexion suggested large intakes of sirloin steak and claret. As an advocate, he was prolix and self-satisfied, with a command of detail that left something to be desired. I was listening to a complex breach of patent case brought by one of my firm’s biggest clients.

My trip to London had been more than justified by the couple of important notes I passed forward, but, all in all, listening to the case beat watching paint dry by only the slimmest of margins.

At shortly before four o’clock, after one day of hearings, the court rose for a three-week adjournment. I kicked my heels outside the robing room for some time, before I got a brief, unsatisfactory meeting with Melford who seemed to need the flattery laid on with a butter-knife.

Restless and stifled, I decided to walk across central London from the Strand to St Pancras rather than taking the tube. I dawdled along, window-shopping along the way and arrived at the station just about opening time.

A fleeting memory of a pub just off the Euston Road between Euston and St Pancras stations tugged at my consciousness and I was in such a state of boredom and frustration that I headed towards Euston Station. After three, long, celibate years, I thrust caution aside, opened the door of the Saloon Bar and walked in.

Yes, this was the place. Not a female face in sight, but fugitive traces of lipstick on a face or two. Half an hour to drop the mask and be myself. It wasn’t too much to ask was it? I took off my black homburg hat and overcoat, the uniform of the well-placed solicitor, ordered a Guinness and a cheese and onion roll and settled down to enjoy an early supper.

As a former RAF Squadron leader, now as a partner in a prominent Leicester firm of Solicitors, I am a man accustomed to keeping secrets. I keep the secrets of my clients, obviously, but the biggest secret of all, and the one I have kept the most carefully hidden, was the secret at the heart of my own life.

Moments after I sat down, the street door opened again and in walked a huge man in a fisherman’s navy-blue gansey and black corduroys. He was not especially tall, an inch or two over six feet, but massive, with great broad shoulders, a barrel chest, and a face carved out of granite by an enthusiastic amateur.

Despite this bulk he seemed to vibrate with energy. A nose several times broken sat, a shapeless blob, in the centre of a face alive with humour and geniality. I have never seen a man so attractive and charismatic before or since. My eyes were riveted on him as he turned to the bar to order a drink.

His broad grin was answered with smiles flitting across the faces of the men standing by the bar. I could see at once that he was known here and well-liked, but I noticed that nobody made a move to accost him.

‘Evening sergeant,’ the potman greeted him.

‘Bruno, Benny, call me Bruno.’

‘Sorry, force of habit. Been playing? See you ain’t got your guitar with you.’

‘Yes, I sat in with Tubby Hayes and Victor Feldman at the Flamingo, but I borrowed Patch’s old Epiphone – it’s almost as good as my Gibson. Pint of Mann’s IPA., please, and whatever you’re having.’

‘Thanks Bruno, I’ll take a half and drink it later.’

‘Anybody in this early?’
‘Mystery over in the corner’s worth a once-over.’

The bear-like man looked over straight at me, a long, measuring look. He strolled over to my table and loomed over me.

‘Mind if I join you?’

‘Help yourself. I hear you’re a musician. Jazz?’

‘Yes, bebop mostly. I play a bit, semi-pro. I’m a regular at a club outside Nottingham, but sometimes when I’m in London, I sit in with old friends, like last night.’

‘Near Nottingham? I’m a Leicester lad myself. Donald Bray.’
We shook hands.

‘Bruno Canelli. What a coincidence. I’ve been working in Leicester for a few years now.’

‘I’m a solicitor, mostly commercial law. Just down in London to keep an eye on one of my cases. I’m catching the 8.05 back to Leicester.’

‘Great – so am I.’

An hour and a half later, after three more rounds of drinks, we were getting on the train for the two-hour journey to Leicester. I was feeling pleasantly relaxed and happy in his company, and he seemed to feel the same.

We began to sketch in our life stories, and soon we began to recognise a fundamental kinship, two men who had both been forced to hide their sexual identities in the hostile and unforgiving profession of arms. Our conversation was serious, but from time to time we found ourselves laughing fit to bust at some absurdity or another.

As we talked on the train, I was aware that this was not the usual chat that presaged a one-night stand. We were talking with a degree of trust and respect that was unusual. I realised that I was strongly attracted to this quiet, modest man, whose happy-go-lucky manner hid deep complexities.

Unlike me, Bruno had had his share of one-night and weekend stands in London, and sometimes in Nottingham. In the private space of the first-class railway carriage, he began, with breathtaking openness and trust, to tell me little anecdotes of his varied sexual encounters.

Some were happy tales of ephemeral, but satisfying meetings that left behind happy and grateful memories. Some encounters left him disappointed, and occasionally he carried away abiding memory of disgust and degradation. It was the luck of the draw.

At shortly before 10 the train pulled into Leicester station, and we walked the short distance into the centre of town. Bruno lived on Charles Street, right in the town centre, in a second floor flat above an Italian delicatessen. We paused at the door.

‘Like a quick drink? I’ve got some grappa, and I think there’s a drop of gin somewhere about. We Royal Marines used to put down a lot of pink gin on combined ops. The Navy floats on the stuff.

My navy friends used to say they needed three liquids to function, gin, diesel and salt water, and at a pinch they could manage without the water.’

‘Gin would be great. I’ve got about half an hour. I live with my Dad, and I usually help him into bed elevenish.’

‘Ok, let’s go upstairs.’

A green door beside the shop opened into a narrow staircase that wound its way up two stories. At the top, a door was built into the staircase. Bruno unlocked it and led the way.

The door opened onto a narrow, short corridor with fading wallpaper showing a stylised trellis with climbing purple cabbage roses. A narrow strip of patterned carpet ran down the centre of a hallway, with three doors opening off.

The end door was open, and I could see through the window to the streetlights of Charles Street below.

This room was painted white. White walls and white gloss paintwork, shining and clean. I saw to my surprise that there was almost no furniture.

Wide pine floorboards, stripped and polished to a dull golden gleam, a three-seater settee in a brown needle cord fabric, a low table, its glass top only about nine inches off the carpet, a geometric patterned rug and some large, bright-coloured cushions.

There was something almost monastic about the beautiful austerity that
reminded me of pictures of Japanese interiors.

As we entered the room, Bruno gently but firmly took me into his arms and kissed me deeply. I felt weak in the knees and clung onto his broad back like a drowning man. I returned the kiss avidly.

After a minute or two, both pairs of hands moved down, trousers were unbuttoned, and the treasures within winkled out. Four experienced, knowledgeable hands lured two cocks to erection, and caressed them gently at first then progressively harder, faster and more rhythmically. We broke off the kiss as our breathing became a heavy pant and we tumbled helter-skelter towards a shattering mutual orgasm.

We stood, still, still linked by our now quiet hands. Bruno, unsurprisingly, recovered his self-possession first.

‘God, I needed that,’ he joked. He dropped onto his heels in perfect balance like a coalminer, licked the smear of thick, pearly spunk from the head of my knob, and from his own fingers.

I had just come harder than I had ever come in my life, but that sight was making my cock thicken again. He looked up and smiled broadly and affectionately at me, standing there, breathless and overwhelmed.

He buttoned my fly.

‘Now, drinkies’. He rose smoothly to his feet, buttoned his own fly, and turned to the built-in cupboards barely noticeable against the white wall.

‘Plymouth Navy gin,’ he announced, ‘the real thing, not the usual over-flowery stuff.’ He got two glasses, poured a generous slug of gin into each glass then, without asking, put a sugar lump into each.

Taking an orange from the fruit bowl on the low table and opening a jack knife from his pocket, he cut the orange in two and squeezed each half, neatly into a glass. He wiped the blade carefully on a handkerchief, swirled the coloured liquid around in the glasses and handed one to me.

‘Try that. Here’s to us, and our first meeting.’
We drank to that.
***
We began to meet after work every evening after work. Often at my local, the Durham Ox on Bowling Green Street, sometime at the Town
Arms.

As often as possible, after a couple of convivial pints, we would part company, and meet up at Bruno’s flat half an hour later. Bruno soon gave me my own key, and I could slip in quite unobtrusively.

We met for sex, of course, but, after the first frenzy had died down, it became one pleasure among many. Bruno loves to cook, I love good wines, and I brought along carefully chosen burgundies and clarets.

Soon our chief pleasure was simply sitting and talking, about books we had read, films we saw together, places we had visited, and, inevitably, the parts of our lives that we had never been able to talk about.

I had often mentioned my cousin and dearest friend Denise in our conversations. I knew I had to tread carefully, because Bruno had already revealed a deep distaste for sado-masochism, born of many repellent encounters.

‘These sods come on to me in one of two ways’, he explained. ‘Either they want me to make them my slave and beat and humiliate them, or they see me as a Mount Everest to climb, and set out to conquer and subdue me. Either way, I didn’t want to take the card they are offering. Sometimes, when they just wouldn’t take no for an answer, I’ve had to pick them up bodily and throw them out.’

So I was a bit gingerly in my approach to the topic.

‘Bruno, Denise is the one person who knows me as I am. I told her everything when I was going off to join up. In fact, she was the one who taught me what I know about passing as a straight.

She dissected the way I walk, my speech mannerisms, and everything. She ought to have been on the stage – she has that amazing awareness and she taught me to look at myself from the outside.

I’ve told you that when I was in Hong Kong, I had sex with more women than men. I had three girlfriends, and two of them had no idea I was queer. Well, I am as sure as eggs is eggs that I owe Denise my career.’

‘Ok Don, now for Christ sake drop the second shoe.’

I want you to meet Denise, and I want you to meet the other people I’m close to, Philip, Laura and Jenny, Ivy and Ginny, Jamie and Dolly. I want you at the centre of my life, and that means being part of their lives too.’

‘Fine with me, but what’s the catch?’

‘Well, I know how you feel about the leather and chains side of things, and as far as my own life is concerned, I agree. But Denise has been in one submissive relationship or another since she was sixteen. I hooked her up with Philip, and she introduced him to the life. He brought Laura and Jenny along, and introduced them too. Not that it took a lot of persuading on their parts.

Ivy and Ginny are lesbians, and, again, Laura introduced them and takes on a sort of mother hen role. Jamie and Dolly are also friends of Laura’s. Jamie is a lifelong ritual magician and Dolly was married to another until he died a couple of years ago.’

Bruno burst out laughing.

‘God, you had me going there. You were frightened of shocking me. I thought you were coming from the other direction – warning me to keep my head down and avoid giving offence.

You’ve got me all wrong. I’m the last bloke on earth to be sniffy about other people’s foibles. If they want to play spanking games, all power to them.

Don, I am going to try to express what I really believe at the bottom of my heart. And I must tell you that I have never said any of this to anybody before in my life.

People tend to say, glibly, that it wouldn’t do for everyone to be alike, but they mostly haven’t thought it through. To me though it’s an absolute truth. I see sexual diversity as an aspect of the triumph of the human spirit. I think it’s as lovely and valuable as all the other sources of difference between human beings.

I’m glad there are different races of mankind, all with unique qualities to contribute. We need all of those qualities to make us fully human.

I’m glad men and women are different from each other, not just superficially but deep, deep down.

I am glad there are fetishists and transvestites, may they have joy of it. I’m glad there are bisexuals. I’m glad there are sado-masochists who can say ‘let pain be my pleasure.’ That is a wonderfully life-affirming statement.

The only line I would draw, (and I suppose I’m a bit of a hypocrite in drawing it), is that I would protect children against being used for sexual pleasure, and put the people who do it out of harm’s way. Pederasty is a sexual preference I know, but it is a cruel, unclean one.

Anyway, I’ve been a bit long-winded and I’m sorry. Here’s the fundamental point. The men and women who chill my blood are the ones who seem to be in a perpetual state of festering self-hatred. They either take it out on others, or they’re always seeking to be punished and humiliated.

My feeling is that, like heroin addicts, they are seeking out their own deaths, whether consciously or not.

Your friends will not be like that, I know. You wouldn’t feel any more comfortable with the self-haters than I do. I’m have no doubt that I shall love your friends and I hope they take to me.’

***

A phone call to Denise was all it took. She welcomed Bruno with delight, and hugged him ecstatically, arms most of the way around his waist, and head just a few inches short of his shoulder. It might have been comical if it had not been so moving.

Half an hour of breathless conversation in her company and Bruno might have been her oldest friend. I just watched quietly and happily as my dearest friend and my lover bonded. Bruno and Denise both looked at me now and again to see that I was all right, then turned back, reassured, to their conversation.

Denise, being Denise, had to organise an impromptu party to introduce Bruno to her small group of intimate friends. Being Denise, she did not tell them anything in advance, rightly judging that her friends would be as
welcoming as she. If she rationalised it at all, she felt that anyone who could not welcome Bruno wholeheartedly did not deserve any consideration.

Years of concealment had left their mark on me, and I could not take such a cavalier attitude. Bruno was daily making me feel better about myself than I had ever felt in my life, and I never doubted Denise’s loving support for a moment.

But I was frankly scared stiff at the thought of exposing myself in this public manner, especially to people I had been thinking of as close friends – yet I knew I had to take the chance. It as all very well for Bruno to laugh it off – he had little or nothing to lose. But I risked losing my business partner and closest male friend.

Five minutes after we arrived at Denise’s house, with a couple of bottles of good vintage champagne, and Bruno’s beloved Gibson guitar. Philip and Laura were already there, with their friend Judy.

Denise introduced them gaily.

‘Darlings! I want you to meet Donald’s smashing new friend Bruno. Bruno this is Philip, and his girlfriends Laura and Judy.’

The girls smiled. Philip looked blank and then chortled loudly.

‘Well Donald me lad. You’ve certainly kept this quiet. I wouldn’t have guessed in a million years.’

He slapped me on the shoulder with a big grin on his face, and held out both hands to take Bruno’s in a warm handshake.

I gave centre stage to Bruno. He was more than ready to make the running. Bruno knew better than to respond to the hint of patronage in Philip’s first words. This was just a manifestation of surprise, with maybe a bit of embarrassment mixed in.

What was important was what came next. He shook hands with the girls, impulsively hugging them both and kissing them on the cheek They giggled and blushed, and the atmosphere lightened immediately.

Then with Mediterranean style, he bowed to Denise, and kissed her hand. Even I could see that the battle, if there had been a battle, was won.

Just then Ivy arrived with Ginny, and a fresh round of introductions were made. It had been a real pleasure to me to meet them both a month earlier, when Laura brought them to a party.

Ivy, away from work, substituted her heavy horn-rims for discreet rimless spectacles, and immediately took ten years off her age. Her slightly curly auburn hair was dressed in an elegant French pleat.

She was immaculately made-up and dressed in a style that suggested that she did not have to live on her librarian’s salary. Tonight she was wearing a creamy-coloured bias-cut raw silk sheath dress, with a little stand-up collar and a deep v neck that displayed a double row of beautiful pearls, matched by the pearl drops in her ears.

Ginny, on the other hand, looking as if she had just left the University campus, took off her camel-coloured duffle coat, to reveal a purple turtle-neck sweater and tapered jeans. The two women looked at each other with evident mutual admiration, and smiled broadly.

‘We just met up five minutes ago,’ said Ginny amiably. ‘I nipped home to spend the day with Mum and Dad. Ivy met me at the station and we caught a taxi here.’

‘I don’t suppose it made a blind bit of difference,’ Ivy teased. ‘It takes a general anaesthetic to get you out of those jeans.’

‘It didn’t take any effort last night, did it? I couldn’t get out of them fast enough.’

Everyone laughed, and whilst they were still laughing, Denise introduced them to Bruno as Donald’s lover. They both hugged him and me, murmuring congratulations to me with total and evident delight.

Ten minutes later, everybody had a drink to hand, and we were all eying one of Denise’s delicious buffets on the side-table. Philip and I were discussing the Conservative plans to denationalise the Iron and Steel industry with Laura listening intently.

Bruno was sitting in the corner, on a straight-backed chair he had snaffled from the dining-room. Smoke was rising from his cigarette as he worked through the chords of All the things you are, humming quietly to himself. I noticed that Ivy and Ginny were sitting on either side of him. After a couple of choruses, Ivy began to sing in a sweet contralto:

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Brenda is a natural “high priestess”. She is a “Substantial Figure” in body and personality. Quite beautiful with dark brown eyes, full lips, more than 6 ft tall, long blond hair, a very full but shapely figure with a firm bosom equal to two average women. She exudes a strong but warm personality. It was discovered at puberty that she had congenitally absent fallopian tubes. She still had menstrual periods and a high libido. Realizing that she could not possibly get pregnant turned her loose,...

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Antheas baby 1

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...

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Uther

Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...

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Carruthers Bride

The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...

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Motherless Vintage

Do you know of the porn site Motherless.com? You should. I’ve reviewed it a few times on my site, The Porn Dude, although it was for different genres every time. This time around, I’m going back to this place and looking at a specific and niche little category many of you are just begging me to cover. We’re looking at vintage porn today. While it doesn’t have the same resolution and quality as the porn you can find today, it’s definitely a genre of porn that has a lot of personality to it and...

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Althea

I should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about Althea. She was beautiful, smart and very popular and I was not. I wasn't a bed looking guy, but I was nothing exceptional. I was...

1 year ago
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Motherless Images

Motherless. A one-word website title that says everything it needs to say. This is a site where the rules are, more or less, completely thrown out the window, morality means absolutely nothing, and there is nobody to save you from it. Hedonism is God here.The site likely is also called this due to the fact that the girls who end up on motherless.com likely have no positive female influence in their lives to keep them from it. Motherless is the place parents spend their whole lives fearing that...

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Motherless Amateur

I always considered Motherless the “4chan” of porn. Not only because Motherless was somewhat popularized there, but because Motherless also encourages users to share their own content in a very open way. This means minimal bullshit like moderation and censorship, and a strong “anything goes” attitude that leads to free and extreme content. It encourages people to create and upload their own homegrown content, like videos of their girlfriend pissing or spycam videos of their cousin....

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Motherless BBW

What is it about Motherless that makes me fucking cum every time? Maybe it is how raw and amateur the porn on the site comes across as, or the content is just that fucking hot. Perhaps it is the fact that there is an astronomical amount of pornography just waiting for a dumb fuck like you to beat off to! I really don’t know, and frankly, I’m not going to pretend that I do.But what I do know is that if you love BBWs, the Motherless.com homepage will not be of much use! Preferably, head on over...

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Motherless Voyeur

Have you ever heard about a website called Motherless? Home to all kinds of kinky porn niches, with a side of the mainstream crap? If you are into some questionable fap content, you might want to check this website out. Plus, Motherless is a free porn website, so you can browse as much as you fucking want. Now, I am not really here to talk about the website in general… I am here to tell you about their amazing category, called voyeur porn.The world of voyeur fucking is a rather interesting one....

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2 years ago
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Mother8217s Sacred Yoni Is Son8217s True Heaven

Part 1: Heaven’s door opened I am chetan. When I joined engineering in a nearby town, my father anil kumar insisted me to stay in the hostel. But my mother lakshmi took exception for that and suggested me to travel daily from our village. She was concerned about my health due to substandard food served in the hostel. My father told- “lakshmi, don’t treat him like a baby. Allow him to grow”. My father’s words decided the matter. But that made my mother take more care about me. Her immense love...

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Aether Guardians

The Five Kingdoms of Arstoria had been embroiled in the Great Ancient War for centuries. The war came to an end when Kalace, the Wizard King conquered the five lands and brought them under his rule. Kalace, the Wizard King of Arstoria, conquered all of his opponents who were unable to deal with his overpowering magic. When Kalace had united the five kingdoms, he brought peace to the warring kingdoms and was revered and celebrated by his later generation. Kalace, however, had a dark weakness in...

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Motherless Creampie

Woah, did Motherless.com get a facelift? I know I suggested it in my review, so I guess they listened to me! Well, I’m not going to brag too much about it, and instead, I’m going to focus on what I’ve set out to bring you today. We’re looking at an amateur website, and I just know that many of you are begging for amateur creampie content, so that’s what we’re looking at. I know how much you think Motherless can look sickening and pretty gruesome at times, but the creampie content can be quite...

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1 year ago
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Motherless Cuckold

No matter what type of porn you may be in the market for, Motherless has an ample supply of it, and cucking is no different. Actually, this might help to explain how you ended up being such a pussy little cuck.The journey that brought you to my website reading cuck porn reviews started in your childhood. A fair portion of my readership is actually motherless. Why, you ask? Your guys' moms chose a life of cucking and riding cock instead of raising you fucks properly.Don't worry, gents. I'm in...

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1 year ago
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Motherless Horror

I browsed the horror stash at Motherless all morning, and now I don’t know if I should jack off or go hide in the closet until the danger has passed. Then again, hiding out might give me the perfect opportunity to rub one out in the peace and safety of the dark. Who knows who—or what—might be peeping in the windows with nefarious intent if I sit at my desk and shake my dick at the screen. Just like when I masturbate at the local Starbucks, I’ve got to be sure to balance the potential pleasure...

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1 year ago
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Motherless Incest

Incest porn has been a staple of pornography since the very first incel caveman realized that he couldn’t find fresh pussy out and about. He resorted to sniffing a whiff of his mother’s loincloth when she wasn’t looking, and beating his old cave meat into a leather sock.Now personally I’m not into the whole mommy-son dynamic – I’m a classy guy. But it’s no secret people like to get freaky when the lights go out, and if you’ve got a stiffy in your hand and you’re on Motherless, you gotta go...

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2 years ago
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Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Thanks to my usual cast and crew of Editors and Advance Readers, most of whom prefer to pretend that they don’t know me and wisely wish to take no responsibility for any part of my addled writings... Il n’est rien de réel que le rêve et l’amour - Nothing is real but dreams and love (from Le Coeur innombrable, IV, Chanson du temps opportun by Anna de Noailles) She was my one true mistress and ever faithful lover, my Green Lady and guardian of my dreams and now that I was back home...

2 years ago
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Thea Chapter Four

When the car with Jake in it became a dot on the horizon, Thea turned to go back in the house. Suddenly Floyd appeared. “Mrs. Thea, how you be?” Smiling, she knew immediately what he wanted. He had that look and a glance at his crotch confirmed it. The imprint of his cock was prominent as it pushed against the material. “Looks like everyone is gone.” Floyd said. His eyes looking out over the farm. “Yes, I am by myself for at least the next few days.” She replied in an...

3 years ago
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Thea and Sam

“Well, hell,” Thea said as she wiped the beads of perspiration from her face. “I guess ‘spring’ is here, huh?” “Yeah. It’s supposed to be cooler at higher elevation,” I replied. We took a few minutes in the shade by the rocks before rejoining our boyfriends. The four of us had driven up into the pass to hike. According to the weather report, the last coolness of a fading winter was supposed to continue through mid-week, but they were wrong. Actually, from our view from Eagle Point, where we’d...

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Motherless

Motherless.com! What an original name for a porn site, don't you think? The title doesn't fuck around: your mother would never allow you to watch the kind of filth they’ve got on tap. They pride themselves on being a moral-free zone for sick fucks, where you can find damn near anything. I’m talking about desperate chicks fucking anything that resembles a dick and crazy bitches literally eating shit. When you’re done fapping to the weird vids, you can even find "normal" porno to pass the time....

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Motherless Interracial

Ah, motherless, here we are again. A site known for offering such a variety, that no matter how fucked up your needs are, there is a high chance that you will fulfill them here. However, I am not here to blab about the site in general; I am here to talk about one particular category, interracial. As for those who want to know more about the site, there is a whole different review on my website instead.As for those who came here to learn more about that interracial lovemaking, I got your back....

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4 years ago
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Cuckolded By A Punk Rock Band

Introduction: A mother and daughter are being neglected by their sports obsessed, aand probably cheating husbands. The trophy wives decide to cuckold their husbands with a famous, ribald punk rocdk band at the bands after concert private party (orgy) CUCKOLDED BY A PUNK ROCK BAND SPORTS FIRST / WIVES LAST: Dale and his step son-in-law, Jerry, were seated in front to the 72 inch TV screen in Dales spacious family room. It was almost 5PM in San Diego, and they were getting ready to watch a...

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Cuckolded By A Punk Rock Band

SPORT’S FIRST / WIVES LAST: Dale and his step son-in-law, Jerry, were seated in front to the 72 inch TV screen in Dale’s spacious family room. It was almost 5PM in San Diego, and they were getting ready to watch a football game. Dale’s luscious wife of three years, Celeste, came strutting into the room with an ice cold longneck beer bottle in each hand, and gave them to her husband and son-in-law. Immediately following her came the equally plush bodied Sonia, Celeste’s...

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Bikini Beach The Band

Bikini Beach - The Band ElrodW A high school garage band isn't doing very well at getting opportunities to perform. Some of the band members think they'd go further if they could replace the female lead vocalist who moved away. The problem is where to find such a singer. Then one of them decides to see if he can find a girl to recruit at Bikini Beach... ********** Bikini Beach: The Band This story is copyright by the author. It is protected by licensed under a Creative...

1 year ago
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Theos LIfe as a Weresquirrel

Theo had been changing into the squirrel too much, he knew that now... as a pulse of heat raced through his body from his groin. He realized that he shouldn't have come to the office.He had been spending most of his days at the squirrel in his home deep in the countryside. Teleworking most of the time, as the squirrel he felt no need for clothes, his heavy furred balls resting between his thighs as his paws raced over the keyboard. The sharp claws on his paws clattering loudly as he typed,...

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Motherless Scat

It’s time to go to the land of chocolate fountains and golden showers. That’s right. Scat, piss, shit, and every fluid in between. Ever fuck a chick in her ass and freak out when you see that little bit of shit on your dick? Then I’m sorry to say that scat isn’t for you buddy. Were you the only one of your friends that saw two girls one cup and didn’t get grossed out? If so, it’s time to celebrate it! Don’t get pissed off, get pissed on! Scat porn has the craziest, kinkiest chicks and dudes...

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Motherless Fappening

I’m not saying anything controversial when I say men love seeing women naked. It’s a fact of life as fundamental as gravity. It’s a force of nature that cannot be stopped by beast, man, or God. It’s an eternal truth and a divine mandate. As sure as the sun will rise, men will attempt to view as many women naked as they possibly can. Any man not doing so is either a sad or a gay one.This means that any woman a man sees regularly is mentally stripped down during every interaction. If any women...

The Fappening
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Playing In The Band

PLAYING IN THE BAND By R. Gold CHAPTER ONE: The Girls Across The Street As far back as eighth grade, I'd sit in class and daydream about what the girls in my class would look like undressed, or partially nude. Peeks and glances would fill me with passionate feelings that gave me constant erections throughout the school day. I couldn't wait to arrive home to an empty house to satisfy my lusting mind and body. At home, my roving mind soon sought out different ways to...

2 years ago
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Das Rote Halsband

Das Rote Halsband © 2006 / 2019 Lydia Lighthouse Schon seit langem hatte ich es mir vorgenommen. Nur an einer passenden Gelegenheit mangelte es bisher. Zugegeben, ein wenig mehr Mut w?re dem Unternehmen sicherlich zutr?glich gewesen, aber jetzt war es ja endlich so weit. Mit einer Eintrittskarte f?r einen Travestie-Event in der Tasche war ich auf dem Weg zu meiner ersten Erfahrung als Frau in der ?ffentlichkeit. Nun gut... ?ffentlichkeit war zwar vielleicht etwas zu viel gesagt, denn au...

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Absinthe Dreams

‘To me it’s not really a green. When I think green, I think of grass. That’s more like lemonade color.’ Erica’s nose was far too close to the glasses for my taste. Pouring the nearly clear absinthe over the rough-cut, cane-sugar cubes I favor, I tapped my spoon for a second to get her to back up. I wished I had my full setup here like I have at home, my Absinthe fountains water drippers are missed when I began to try and slowly pour water over the sugar cube. ‘Don’t you light it on fire?’ she...

1 year ago
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Motherless Arab

Have you ever heard about a wonderful site called “Motherless”? I have a feeling that was a dumb question, of course, you fucking have. Well, I am here to talk about Motherless, but I shall also pay special attention to their Arab category. If you think Arabian sluts are hot, well you are in for a tasty treat, believe me.First, I should probably warn you that the name of this place comes from the fact that their content might be a bit too hardcore or questionable for some of you. Back in the...

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Motherless Facials

Fuck yeah, life’s a bitch! So here I am, awake at 3:45 AM, after dreaming I was fucking this freaking hot MILF neighbor with heavy boobs, a flat tummy, a nice bubble butt, and sexy long legs. It was all hot and steamy, up until when she was sucking me off and just as I was about to obliterate her cute face with hot cum canon, my dream cut right off and I woke up with a tent on my pajamas.That dream ain’t coming back, but damn it! I sure gotta cum, so I boot up my laptop and type “cum facial” in...

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Thea

Und draußen schallte wieder Punkmusik aus dem Ghettoblaster – von der Eisenbahnunterführung bis zu seinem Haus! Punks und Skater hingen da ab. Das war diese Art von Jugendlichen, die ihren Eltern das Leben schwer macht , die von Arbeit nichts hielten, sich an keine Regeln hielten, ständig auf Party machten. Die soffen viel zu viel und kotzten dann in irgendeine Ecke. Denen bedeutete doch nichts und niemand etwas. Wahrscheinlich nahmen sie auch Drogen und trieben weiß-Gott-was mit...

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kitten and the rubber band

As always, I would appreciate hearing your feedback on this story. Please leave a review or email me at [email protected] sat naked at the computer, fingering her clit with slow circular motions. Beside the keyboard lay an opened envelope which contained a note, from her Master, telling her to be waiting for his IM and to have her pussy freshly shaved and warmed up. The letter also contained and rubber band, about 3 inches long and ? inch wide. She didn’t know the purpose of the rubber...

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Motherless Fetish

Motherless is the mother of all porn sites. Motherless has no conscience or moral guide. Motherless will show you the stuff that all other porn sites are afraid to put up. Motherless will do this for free. This is seriously one of the nastiest and raunchiest sites out there and Motherless/Fetish is perhaps one of the dirtiest places on the web that are well within reach. Sure you can scan the dark web and find something even more naughty or puzzlingly gross, but why do that when you’ve got...

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2 years ago
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Sarah Carerra Chapter 33 Im With the Band

Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra By AngelJedi (Released: May 3, 2010) Chapter 33 - I'm With the Band I was still tired the following morning, and I knew that it was going to be a long day. We were scheduled to practice from 9:00 in the morning until about 6:00 that night. Tomorrow would...

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