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Chapter 19: Jeanne's Wild Night - Jeanne's Backdoor Is Banged"All right, Barocca," said Jeanne. "Everyone here expects a lot out of me. I know that. And I'm not gonna let you down." Jeanne zeroed in on Domonique's cock. "I'm going to suck you off." Jeanne gathered herself and then crawled under Domonique.Domonique stood perfectly still. An occasional moan and flicking of her head were all that she did. Jeanne cupped her nuts. "Mmm," she said, talking aloud so that Barocca and everyone...
Chapter 20: Jeanne's Wild Night - Both Ends BurningNow Barocca stood before Jeanne, stroking her cock. Jeanne gazed at her through almost uncomprehending eyes."Good grief, Barocca," Jeanne muttered. "You mean you've still got more in store for me?"Barocca promptly laid out on the bed on her back. "Get over here and sit on my cock, Jeanne. You're gonna have to satisfy several of us at once, and then we'll see about calling it quits for the night."Barocca's cock was now hard and throbbing,...
Chapter 7: Jeanne's IntroductionClyda, Dee Dee and Jordan took their seats on the far side of the stage of the auditorium. Tiffany stopped at the podium, and addressed the assembled amazons. "All right everyone. I hate to start sounding repetitive whenever I'm up here, but we have to make some more critical decisions. A short time ago, Barocca committed some very serious acts in the Main Event. As a result of her actions, she was expelled from the Island. "Between then and now, Barocca has...
Chapter 17: Jeanne's Wild Night - Jeanne Sucks Persia"All right, Jeanne," said Barocca. "You've had your turn at being in charge, and on top for bit. Now the tables are going to be turned. You're gonna suck us, and you're gonna be the one who gets fucked.""We're going to take it easy on you, because you haven't been on a diet of Dee Dee's pills," said Persia. "But only to a certain degree. What your body can't do in terms of accepting our oversized cocks, you'll have to make up for in...
Chapter 11: Jeanne's Wild Night - Jeanne Duz VeronicaBarocca and Jeanne arrived back at the hotel room later in the afternoon, on Sunday. All the rest of the girls were gathered there. Barocca gave them a rapid-fire rundown of what had gone on at the Island. "Okay, girls," said Barocca. "I guess there'll never be a better time than right now to get started with this. Who's gonna be first to show Jeanne the ropes, to get her ready for the contest?" "Don't I have a say in this, Barocca?"...
Chapter 18: Jeanne's Wild Night - Barocca Duz JeanneOn her back, Jeanne squirmed on the bed, determined to get fucked now, and prove that she could take it. Barocca stood defiantly in front of Jeanne. She stroked her nuts, and her thick shaft, and the head of her cock peeked out of the foreskin. "Get hard me, girl," she commanded Jeanne. "Get me good and hard and so I can rip you open.""Suck on her, Jeanne," Persia said. "Barocca'll get hard quicker than you can believe it. Suck her!" ...
This story involves a group of shemales who live on an island thatexists in our world, but they chose to remain mostly isolated. That's partof the reason I also call them amazons.The shemales in my stories have genitalia that start at JohnHolmes' size, and then get much, much bigger. (This is a work of fantasy afterall.) So if extreme size is not to your liking, I suggest you go elsewhereand pick another story.This story is copyrighted and may not be posted anywhere without myexpress written...
Jeanne pulled her wet swimsuit away from her body. She looked around the camp cafeteria and didn’t know how to feel. She knew it was wrong to be there. The empty room mocked her, echoing every nervous step she took, until she leaned against a long table. Jeanne’s navy blue bathing suit outlined her breasts. Jeanne noticed them when she was fully clothed and definitely noticed them when she was half dressed and wet. Her nipples stuck out through the thin fabric. “My boobs are so huge.” She...
Chapter 6: The Girls' Night Out - Barocca & Jeanne's AdventureIt was nearly midnight on Saturday, the day before the Main Event was scheduled. Barocca and Jeanne each double-checked their bags to make certain that they had not forgotten anything, and then stealthily left Barocca's quarters, and made their way through the corridors to Dee Dee's lab on the other side of the Island. "Are you sure we're going to be able to pull this off, Barocca?" asked Jeanne. "What if we're caught?" "I've...
Jeanne pulled her shorts up a little but stopped when she heard a gasp. Paul, her Australian smoking hot swimming teacher was watching her, his eyes slightly bugged out and staring at where her shorts stuck in between her pussy lips. Jeanne giggled silently. Men were such suckers for pussy. She started purposefully thinking of things that made her wet…thick cocks…tongue on her clit…squeezing her nipples…until her pussy dripped and damped her shorts, making her cunt, and her want, so...
Chapter 1: Jeanne At Ebony’s MercyCalista, Dejah and Kristal rounded the corner, running as fast as they could. The three Vectran girls had made it back to their quarters in record time, and retrieved their tote bags, which contained their laser pistols and communicators. They stopped at the door to Dee Dee's lab where Rhiannon and the other girls from the Island were anxiously waiting for them. "It's about time you three made it back here," Rhiannon addressed them curtly. She promptly...
"Oh goody!" Jeanne squealed. Her husband had just announced she was invited back to deer camp this year. She had a hot flash remembering the wonderful time she'd had last time.One of the older wives that had done the camp for years had moved away and all the guys had pressured her husband to let Jeanne fill the vacant spot. He hemmed and hawed but they kept reminding him of all the years he had been to the camp and it was his turn to contribute.You sure couldn't blame the guys for asking....
“Oh goody!” Jeanne squealed. Her husband had just announced she was invited back to deer camp this year. She had a hot flash remembering the wonderful time she’d had last time. One of the older wives that had done the camp for years had moved away and all the guys had pressured her husband to let Jeanne fill the vacant spot. He hemmed and hawed but they kept reminding him of all the years he had been to the camp and it was his turn to contribute. You sure couldn’t blame...
Rapehouse 2: Finishing Jeanne "Aaaaaaarrrrrrrggggghhhhh!!!!" a loud cry of terror is heard from Jeanne's cell as I smoke a cigarette outside and look at the moon. For the last 72 hours I have been getting paid to let people rape Jeanne, a girl I kidnapped from work. My conscience is kicking in so I think I'm about to let her go. She has been raped by 12 customers and an additional 4 people, Delta (me), and Charlie Bravo and Alpha (my staff). We are wanted by the police and must...
This year I've had time to start a few new stories but no time to finish any. Yet, I don't want 2011 to end with none posted. So here's a short one. Jeanne by Vickie Tern Hi, Charlene? What do you mean, so early -- it's past noon! No, I'm just calling to tell you that you were right! Absolutely right! Yes, it was marvelous, and there's lots more coming, I can't wait to tell you just how much more! He's...
I never shared that my story, "She Finally Did It", posted August 4 is actually true. Of course, I changed the names to protect the guilty.The story that I share here is the prelude to how Jeanne and I met. And yes, it is the gospel (probably the wrong word to use here) truth.As I alluded in "She Finally Did It", my wife was widowed when she and I met via an online dating service. I was divorced since the early 90's. As a single guy who really was pretty tame before divorcing, I let it all fly...
By January 3, David, Melanie and Josh were back in L.A. They had all gone to the New Year's Eve gig of the Clearwater Posse and had great fun. Of course, with David in his wheelchair, there had been no dancing. Melanie spent most of the night with her small tushy parked in David's lap. A few snide remarks and veiled accusations were made, but there was also a great number of people who were genuinely happy when David did a brief demo of his improving leg control. That night, Melanie also...
le 2 avril 2018. Hier dans la matinée, Karine m'appelle sur mon portable (une copine rencontrée à l'Amphibi) pour me demander si je si disponible pour un plan cul c'est son mari (Henri) qui l'organise avec une "Maitresse" qu'il a découvert en allant sur son blog. Il veut éduquer Karine, qu'elle apprenne à se soumettre pour mieux la dominée, enfin bref je les ai rejoins. Henri, à beaucoup parlé de lui, de ces performances, bien installé dans un beau fauteuil un verre de Wiskys à la main.La...
Tonight, I am taking you into the Courtauld Institute Gallery in London. A glorious early eighteenth century manor in the heart of London, just a block away from the parliament buildings. The night guard tips his hat to us as we enter the building. You in a sleeveless black velvet gown, black shoes, toting a small evening purse. God you are ravishing. My very own Holly Golightly. I in a classic black tuxedo with the bowtie undone from your handiwork in the beautiful old fashioned London taxi we...
First of all, I think I must introduce myself, I am Jeanne, The CEO, and Omni. I think I can spare you all the details about how I obtained the source of reality and became one with it thus controlling what is and isn’t real. At that point multiple questions might be raised in the mind of someone inferior like you. Like what can I do, what can’t I do, and what will I do? What I can do? We can go with everything my dear little bug. Everything is right in my palm; the entire universe is...
Transvamporia Two: Jeannette by Bloodspell Moone Introduction: Welcome to the second installment in the Transvamporia story, if you have not read the first part, I would recommend that you read it first, as this is a giant story that builds upon the previous parts. Now, I guess the best way to describe this story is to say that it is different than almost all of the stories you are use to reading here. I am a plot driven writer, and as such, the story line and the plot are going...
It was another bright spring day as James and Bayonetta made their way up the long walkway to Jeanne's estate. The compound was well fortified with a chain link fence, a brick wall, a guard station and several guard dogs. James couldn't help but feel intimidated as they approached the gate in Bayonetta's GTO, but the guards had waved them through as soon as they spotted her in the driver's seat. The warm sun and the smell of freshly cut grass greeted them as they made their way up to what...
It was another bright spring day as James and Bayonetta made their way up the long walkway to Jeanne's estate. The compound was well fortified with a chain link fence, a brick wall, a guard station and several guard dogs. James couldn't help but feel intimidated as they approached the gate in Bayonetta's GTO, but the guards had waved them through as soon as they spotted her in the driver's seat. The warm sun and the smell of freshly cut grass greeted them as they made their way up to what...
Beams of warm light streamed through the open shades as James lounged on the water bed, a smirk on his face as he surfed through the channels. It was the early afternoon of a crisp autumn day, the leaves outside exploding in bursts of red, orange and yellow; the air filled with the sweet scent of fall. Bayonetta had left the night before and would be gone at least a couple more days, off on another lengthy assignment. She left him in her studio dungeon with a small stash of food and...
Bayonetta had left the night before and would be gone at least a couple more days, off on another lengthy assignment. She left him in her studio dungeon with a small stash of food and just enough amusement to keep James from losing his mind. She had added a treadmill and a set of weights to his accommodations so that he could exercise when he wished, but using either of them wasn't particularly comfortable when bound from neck to toe in latex and chained to a bed. “Femdom... S&M... Femdom......
A week ago I moved into a new home and thought it would be nice to have a house warming party. I called all my friends and relatives to invite them over. I decided to call my Aunt Jeannette to see if she would also come by.It had been 2 months since the camping trip and I was still thinking about what had happened with my Aunt. Every time I close my eyes all I can see is those giant tiddys bouncing up and down and her moaning!!!.When I got her on the phone I was kind of nervous. It was...
Last weekend the f****y got together three day trip. We usually go to a beach or a park, but this time we decided to go hiking. After we arrived at the cabin my 71 year old aunt Jeanette decided it would be best for her to stay behind and not try to hike the trail. She’s is 5ft 2ins tall. 135 pounds with very large saggy breast and a super large ass. I volunteerd to stay with her so she would be all alone. The hike is an overnight trip so everyone else grabbed their sl**ping bags and backpacks...
Last weekend the family got together three day trip. We usually go to a beach or a park, but this time we decided to go hiking. After we arrived at the cabin my 71 year old aunt Jeanette decided it would be best for her to stay behind and not try to hike the trail. She's is 5ft 2ins tall. 135 pounds with very large saggy breast and a super large ass.I volunteerd to stay with her so she would be all alone. The hike is an overnight trip so everyone else grabbed their sleeping bags and...
Beams of warm light streamed through the open shades as James lounged on the water bed, a smirk on his face as he surfed through the channels. It was the early afternoon of a crisp autumn day, the leaves outside exploding in bursts of red, orange and yellow; the air filled with the sweet scent of fall. Bayonetta had left the night before and would be gone at least a couple more days, off on another lengthy assignment. She left him in her studio dungeon with a small stash of food and just...
Amy was one of the sexiest black girls Missy had ever seen. She'd met Amy through her brother, Ron, who had started dating her and on this particular evening, Ron and Amy had come over where Missy and Amy's brother, Larry, had settled down to watch a DVD and enjoy the evening having sex. When Ron and Amy showed up, Missy had intially been very upset but when they started passing around a toke of marijuans, Missy felt herself becoming noticeably much more mellow and at ease with having the...
You've thought about it, you've fantasized about it, and you've decided that it's for you. All well and good. Now to take the theory into practice. There's a distance between wanting to be a dom and being a dom, though, and it pays to be aware that there's more involved than you might think.How hard can it be?Trickier than it sounds. There's more to being a dom than telling people what to do. There's a lot more to it than telling people what to do. Anyone can do that; it no more makes you a dom...
Missy couldn't believe that today was the day she was finally venturing back out into the world. She was 20 years old and had spent most of the past six years with her Auntie as her design apprentice. Auntie worked as a freelance lingerie designer mostly for a company called Belle du Jour Lingerie. And today Missy was going to interview for a full time position at Belle du Jour arranged by Auntie. Missy's journey up until this point was hardly conventional. Her real name was Marcus...
Dejavu, JeanetteShe stretches out on her large four-poster bed and sighs. She listens to the rain drops as they fall against the bedroom window. Jeanette loves this type of weather, it makes her feel cozy. She would like to take a nap right now, but she has to get ready for a party tonight. It was already getting dark outside. Completely naked she steps in front of her large oval bedroom mirror. The beveled glass reflects her slim but well rounded figure. Carefully she brushes her hair. Her...
Welcome to my latest adventure. This new series of stories is going to be wild and crazy and a lot of fun. Hopefully, you'll enjoy this one. So without further ado, let's get on with it. All non-commercial and electronic rights to this story are reserved. If it's not legal for you to read erotic material in your legal jurisdiction, please do not read this story. THE WONDERFUL ADVENTURES OF MISS K: Chapter 1 - STARTING UP - By Brett Lynn Miss K sat near her bedroom window in...
This is yet another installment of the pure pornography that I love to call "The Wonderful Adventures of Miss K." So far, people have been loving my over the top sex romps, and I hope you fair fans love this one too. If you are not legally permitted to read this work in your legal jurisdiction, please do not read this. Also, I retain all commercial and non-electronic rights to this work. If you want to use this work, just ask. So, without further ado, let's get on with the...
This continues the efforts by 24-year-old Miss Bentner to have disciplinary control over 36-year-old Elizabeth, as she already had control over Elizabeth’s 17-year-old daughter, Emma. The discipline came first. Now though comes the manipulation of both mum and daughter to ensure both submit to her: Miss Bentner looked at the two bottoms still bent across the table. She knew Emma will be wet with anticipation for her ‘afters,’ finger and tongue sex. It happened regularly after she spanked the...
SpankingThis continues the Mrs Denver Prelude series, but is a spin-off. Elizabeth and Emma Carson, mum and daughter, are regularly spanked and caned under the various disciplinary systems introduced by Headmistress Mrs Denver. There is a change in who dispenses that discipline. 24-year-old Miss Hannah Bentner, a teacher at Emma’s school. This is how she takes over disciplining Emma. Elizabeth and Emma sat in the living room chatting. Miss Bentner had offered to give 17-year-old Emma private lessons at...
SpankingStephanie, Miss Jamieson, the school secretary pressed the intercom. “Hullo, Headmistress. Miss Curtis, the School Inspector, is here to see you.”“Send her in please,” The Headmistress, Miss Simons, replied.The School Inspector listened to the exchange and afterwards said curtly, “The meeting will take about an hour. Please hold everything else until I come back out.”Miss Jamieson looked up at the School Inspector. She was surprised to find she was so young, and no more than twenty-five she...
SpankingTegan bit her lip MISS PRATT?S PUNDIT July 2, 1982 The two girls walked carefully, attempting to avoid the rusty cans and general litter on the grounds of the Craddock-Childress Greens Mobile Home Village. The taller girl, a pretty redhead in a bikini carried a boom-box, which was emanating Boy George's sordid screams. The smaller girl had short, ratty hair, and wore thick glasses and lugged a copy of "War and Peace" bouncing against her soggy one-piece swimsuit. "Goddamn if...
Miss Trottle was a teacher in a high school in Bristol, Connecticut. It was the end of a particularly hard few weeks because as the summer holidays approach the workload for the teacher doubled, with parent’s evenings, thousands of reports, after school events and end of year exams Miss Trottle was glad of the fact that it was now Friday. The school bell had rung for the last time before the summer holidays and as the sound of the bell echoed around the empty corridors and deserted grounds of...
Elizabeth Carson walked back up her path enjoying thestinging feeling across her bottom, ready to go to her bedroom and masturbate. She unlocked her front door and walked in to her house. She stopped short when she saw 24-year-old Miss Bentner was already in the hallway with Emma, Elizabeth’s 17-year-old daughter. Miss Bentner didn’t look like a teacher today. She wasn’t in school so that was Ok. Today she wore a tight fitting vest top that showed off her full breasts and firm arms. Her hair...
SpankingWake to my alarm and stumble into my bathroom. Remember to not take a shower this time, though I will tomorrow. Splash water on my face then get the radio on and brush my hair. Losing the curls but still looking good. Back to my room to pick out my outfit and I am not sure. Miss Perkins paid attention to me finally.The problem is I can only dress so slutty before the partners complain. There is a certain level of professionalism needed, especially in a law firm. Look at everything then toss...
This is a story involving explicitly described sex. If you think you might be offended by it, or you aren't allowed by the laws of the place in which you live to read such a story, don't. If you read past this warning, any offense you take or laws you break are your problem. I've warned you. Permission is hereby given to archive this story anywhere on the Internet, so long as I'm credited as the author, it is reproduced in its entirety (including this disclaimer!) and no fee is charged...
Amelia Marks smiled as she listened to the older woman on the other end of the phone. The lady, Celia Bellman-Winstanley, was the Head Mistress at Mercia Castle School, which was about ten miles down the road from Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College. Celia had been Amelia’s mentor when she had started her teaching career all those years ago and the older woman was someone who Miss Marks respected although they had little to do with one another these days.“So, Amelia. I guess that you saw what some...
Spanking“If you don’t ask – you don’t get.”That’s what Amber Fox, Amelia Marks’ secretary, kept telling herself.The thirty-two-year-old woman with the flowing red hair had been unable to get the experience of watching Amelia Marks caning those two naughty Year Eleven girls in her office out of her head. It had been a couple of weeks since Miss Marks had punished Emily Richardson and Chloe Williams in her office and a couple of weeks since she had invited her secretary to witness the girls’ punishment....
SpankingMiss Pratt Gets a "Licking" Miss Marisol Persephone Pratt, known as "Prattsie" toher intimates back at St. Casimir's School, sat back in the seatlesschair, enjoying Evelyn's smooth, consistent tongue on her labia. Mmm?God,it feels good. The seatless chair was not all that comfortable, Prattsie'slegs were a bit constricted as her bare bu tt poked through the bottom, butEvelyn, lying blindfolded beneath the chair with her hands secured behindher back certainly knew how to lick her Mistress's...
Ms. Jasmine Storey, the Deputy Head Mistress in charge of student behaviour at St Katherine’s School sat behind her desk in her office in disbelief. Never in her seventeen years as a teacher, and even in her seven years as Deputy Head Mistress, had she heard anything like it. She could not believe what the young Head of Music, Miss Mulligan, had told her that morning. Even when Rebecca had presented her with overwhelming evidence that one of the teachers at St Katherine’s had been over-stepping...
SpankingZoe Vanssen sat on the leather sofa outside the Head Mistress’ office and fidgeted with her hands. She knew that she was really going to get it for what she had done in town that previous Saturday morning. The girl with the long dark hair shuffled around uneasily on the sofa as she waited to be called into Miss Marks’ office to explain her behaviour. Conduct that was unbecoming an Alannah Lawrence girl and also conduct that would probably earn her an exclusion from the prestigious school. The...
SpankingTuesday, October 20th, 1990. Just over eighteen and a half years after the event.I stared blankly at the TV. I really wasn’t focusing on the programme. In fact, I only had it on that Tuesday evening for some background noise. My husband was working a night shift and I was just relaxing after putting our three young children to bed, before heading up to bed myself later that evening. I had no idea how long I had been watching the programme for but suddenly found myself being shaken from my dream...
Spanking"Ah," said my father as I strode into the drawing room at Harthorpe Manor "Stephen, this is Miss Addiscombe." I stared, she was dressed from head to toe in black, every single thing and although she might have been regarded generally as a great beauty the evil stare with which she regaled me dismissed any such notion of beauty instantly. "Enchanted," I smiled, "Your reputation precedes you, and your beauty is indeed, ah," I paused and cast my eyes around the high ceilinged oak...
"Lord Banchforth," a voice said indistinctly as I sat with father's lawyers in father's study as they explained father's last will and testament to myself and those of my family who remained after father's calamitous accident, "My Lord!" he insisted. I realised I was the one he was addressing, "Yes?" I replied. "There remains the matter of Miss Grace Harcourt." Selwyn Carruthers, father's lawyer, explained, "An annuity paid for her upkeep." "For what purpose?" I...
"Lord Banchforth," a voice said indistinctly as I sat with father's lawyers in father's study as they explained father's last will and testament to myself and those of my family who remained after father's calamitous accident, "My Lord!" he insisted.I realised I was the one he was addressing, "Yes?" I replied."There remains the matter of Miss Grace Harcourt." Selwyn Carruthers, father's lawyer, explained, "An annuity paid for her upkeep.""For what purpose?" I asked."She was his whore of...
This is a female authoritarian sissy boy story, although with a softer touch than many others. There is sugar and spice and (mostly) everything sissy-nice! So, if lots of frilly outfits, swishy behavior and a little kinky sex are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking anyway. It is also a purely fictional fantasy work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, places or events whether past or present. This chapter is rated X, as there is some sexual...
This is a female authoritarian sissy boy story, although with a softer touch than most. There is sugar and spice and (mostly) everything sissy- nice! So, if lots of frilly outfits, swishy behavior and a little kinky sex are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking anyway. It is also a purely fictional fantasy work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, places or events whether past or present. This chapter is rated R, but future chapters will be rated...
Lindsay was incredibly happy with herself that evening. Not only had she managed to sneak out of school and spend time with her boyfriend, but she had been able to persuade him to buy her the pair of gorgeous shoes that she had been looking at for weeks now. All in all, a successful night for the Year Twelve girl with the shoulder-length black hair. All she needed to do now was sneak back into her bedroom without getting caught by her House Mistress and that would be the perfect end to the...
SpankingThe Head Mistress sat in her leather chair in her office listening to the lady on the other end of the telephone. Although Amelia Marks already knew about the incident that had occurred two days previously at Queen Mary’s Girls’ School, she wanted as much detail as possible before dealing with the culprits.“So, can you tell me exactly what the damage was, Mrs. Wilcox?” She asked the woman.“Well, we didn’t discover that the changing room had been damaged until first lesson yesterday morning and...
SpankingThis is a female authoritarian sissy boy story, although with a softer touch than many others. There is sugar and spice and everything sissy- nice! So, if lots of frilly outfits, swishy milk-sop behavior and a little kinky sex are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking anyway. It is also a purely fictional fantasy work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, places or events whether past or present. This chapter is rated X, as there is sexual...
AUTHORS NOTE: This story is based on the excellent Ed Miller tale: "Miss Sheila DeVille's School for Wayward Boys". I really liked the concept, so I'm offering my own take. Ed gets full credit for the idea, the setting and the background characters. Ed's rules of engagement also apply here: This is a story involving explicitly described sex. If you think you might be offended by it, or you aren't allowed by the laws of the place in which you live to read such a story, don't. If...