Sean and Felicia
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As I look at my wife seductively patting the bed wanting me to fuck her, I can only think, I am so fucked!
My ass is red, swollen, and covered in welts. I probably can't cum again tonight if my life depends on it. What the fuck am I going to do?
Her smile turns into a frown as she says, "Don't you want me?"
Think. Think. Think.
"Baby, of course, I want you. I am just surprised, that's all. You haven't been interested in sex for quite some time. Why the change?" I ask as I moved towards the bed. Stall, man, stall! I sit down on the edge by her and reach over to stroke her face.
"I think I just forgot how much we need intimacy. I have been working so hard, stressed, and maybe felt a little taken for granted by you. I just quit trying, maybe. But, I love you, Kevin."
Then an idea hits me. "I love you too, Carol. And I am sorry I was pressuring you before about sex when you were struggling with things. I was being selfish."
"It's okay, honey," Carol says reaching out to take my hand.
"Tonight, I am going to show you how unselfish I can be, baby. Tonight will be all about you."
I lay down beside her and pull her into my arms, lovingly kissing her lips.
"You are so beautiful," I whisper. Guilt has overtaken me now, and I need to make everything up to her.
She softly moans with my kisses and I slide a strap off her nightgown, revealing one of her deliciously, full breasts. Bending my head, I suck on a nipple.
"That feels so good," she whispers, squirming a little.
She reaches down for my cock, and I catch her hand saying, "No. Tonight is all about you, baby. Let me take care of you."
I return to kissing my lovely wife, trying to forget everything leading up to this moment. I need to make it up to her. She is becoming excited and grinding against me. I hold her hands over her head so she can't touch me - most importantly, can't touch my tortured ass. I forgot how hot she is when stimulated. What was I thinking before - cheating on her?
I rise from the bed and grab her legs, pulling her down the bed to where she is lying flat. Flipping up her black nightie over her waist, I reveal her sexy black thong. Mmmmmmm. She is so sweet and just what I need to wipe the memory of that bitch Felicia.
"And now, my love, I am going to eat my fill of you."
Settling myself between her thighs, I lower my head out of her sight. I take in the sights of her pussy and inhale deeply to smell her. I need to wash away every memory of Felicia. I hold her legs tightly as I give her my first lick right in her center. She jumps, gasping. Holding her tightly, I begin slow and steady licks from her ass up to her clit. I need this to last a while. Give me time to forget and replace memories. My wife is responding as intended with cries of pleasure.
Carol used to love me licking her pussy. Oral sex had dissipated over the years as we found ourselves shorter on time. We tended to move straight to fucking. So, I am refreshing her memory tonight and saving my own tortured ass in the meantime.
My hands move up her tummy, sliding underneath her nightie to her breasts. Squeezing her nipples makes her moan even louder. Damn! My cock is hard now, but I can't pull it out. Karma is truly a bitch. But, I count my blessings I will survive tonight with my marriage still intact.
~~~
I didn't sleep well. The suspense was fucking killing me. What the hell happened when he got home? My hands hold each other to keep me from calling her. That might look suspicious.
The phone rings and my heart jumps as I see her name on the screen. A little too eagerly I answer, "Hello."
"Hi, Felicia! How are you?"
Well, she sounds chipper. Surprising.
"I am good, Carol. How are you? I hope you have good news about last night?"
"I do, Felicia!" she says then continues, "It was amazing! Kevin was amazing! So amazing! I can't thank you enough for calling me and helping me."
My mouth drops open. What the fuck? How? I can't speak I am so shocked.
"Felicia? Are you there?"
"Oh, yes. Sorry, please tell me what happened."
"Well, I was lying on the bed in my nightie and at first I was upset because he said he didn't want to have sex. But, then he did the most beautiful, unselfish thing. He told me he wanted the night to be about me and only me and he just wanted to make me feel good, while I enjoyed myself. He didn't want to take any pleasure for himself - just pleasure me. To make up for pressuring me before, I guess. Isn't that incredible?"
Fuck! That sneaky bastard!
"Yes, Carol. I am so happy for you," I choke out my mouth. I need time to think.
"Oh, the only downside is I won't be able to meet you for lunch as often."
"Oh, and why is that?" I say trying to stifle my growing anger.
"We really talked about our relationship and he wants to make more of an effort to have actual dates like we used to. Isn't that great?"
"Yes, so great. Hun, can I call you back in a little bit, I am kind of in the middle of something. But, I am really happy for you."
"Oh, sure, Felicia. Talk later. And thanks again!"
I hang up the phone. Fuming, I throw my glass across the room and it shatters into tiny pieces upon hitting the wall. Symbolic, I guess. Fuck! I sit very still for quite a while thinking. Last night definitely did not end as I intended. But, that's okay. I have a new thought entering my head and I reach for my phone to dial her back.
"Hi, Carol. Sorry about having to run off before. Hey, let's celebrate your great night with your hubby. Do you feel up to shopping?"
"Shopping? Yes! I am starting to feel sexy again and could use some updated clothes. How about I pick you up in an hour?"
"Sounds great, Carol. Looking forward to some fun with you."
I hang up the phone smiling and go get some small liquor bottles to put in my purse. Shopping will be more fun with Carol loosened up a little.
~~~
I am waiting out front for her as she pulls her car up to the curb.
“Hi, Carol," I say as I slide into the passenger seat.
"Hi, Felicia!" she replies, smiling ear to ear.
It takes me two seconds to recognize she is driving Kevin's car. Looking over my shoulder, I flashback to my fuck-session from the other night. What would Carol say if she knew I was on my knees in the back seat with her husband's cheating cock ramming me from behind? I glance back at her annoyingly cheer face. She really hasn't a clue.
"Well, you are glowing. I guess the sex was good last night based on the smile you are wearing,” I ask, with a tightening chest.
She blushes and answers, “Yes. It was more than good. He was different – unselfish. It was all about pleasing me for once. He didn’t want me to even touch him. It was all about him pleasing me.”
What a sly bastard.
“That’s great, Carol,” I say, purposefully frowning a little.
“What? You don’t look like you think it is great.”
“Oh, nothing,”
Plant the seed of doubt.
“No, Felicia. Tell me. I value your opinion. What are you thinking?”
“Well, I was just thinking is it unselfishness … or a guilty conscious?”
Now Carol frowns replying, “I didn’t think of it like that.”
I grab her hand, “No, sweetie. I am sure you are right. Let’s change the subject – today is about fun! Let’s go find you some sexy new clothes!”
“Okay,” she says, but I can tell she is troubled by what I said.
She parks and we head inside the department store. I will take every opportunity for physical contact today and start by grabbing her hand again, pulling her to the dress section. We maneuver the aisles of clothes, with me snatching up this and that for her to try on. Heading to the fitting rooms, I am relieved to see a line of women waiting for a room. Smiling to myself, I think about how this will give me the perfect excuse to suggest sharing a room.
“Wow. A lot of ladies out shopping today, huh?” Carol asks as we get in line.
“Looks that way. Why don’t we just share a room since it is so crowded?” I suggest.
“Okay.”
A larger handicapped room opens alongside a regular room and I pull us into the smaller one, citing my respect for the handicapped. The smaller room will make for a more intimate setting with Carol.
“You first. Try on this blue dress. It will be beautiful on you,” I say, handing her the dress before sitting down on the stool in the room. And the show is about to begin.
I purposefully chose the blue dress, noting the long zipper in the back. She turns her back to me while she removes her top, shoes, and pants. I will rid her of her shyness later, but for now, I just relish in the view of her sexy backside. Her waist is tiny, drawing more attention to her rounded ass. Her cheeks are perfectly suited for my crop and paddle. My lips moisten as I envision her face-down on my bed with her ass propped up.
She slips her dress on and struggles with the zipper, of course.
I jump up offering, “Here let me help.”
I point her towards the mirror so she can lock eyes with me as I look over her shoulder. I purposefully drag my thumb up her skin as my fingers slowly zip her up. Letting my fingers rest on her shoulders, I tell her how gorgeous she is in her dress. She beams by my compliment. Then, I give her an exaggerated scowl, knowing it will trouble her.
“What? What’s wrong?” she asks searching her body in the mirror for the reason for my expression.
“It just needs something. May I?”
“Sure.”
And with her permission, I reach my hands around her front and lift up her breasts in my hands. I feel her shiver at my touch.
“There! You need a different bra. This dress needs your breasts lifted high, so your cleavage shows in the v-neck. See the difference?” I ask innocently.
“Yes. That looks better,” she says smiling.
I hold her breasts a few moments longer before releasing them, making sure a thumb grazes her nipple with my release. Her eyes widen by my touch.
First touch.
“Hey, what’s a little shopping without some wine,” I say digging into my purse, retrieving the tiny wine bottles.
“Felicia. You brought wine?” she says surprised, yet smiling.
“Of course. You deserve some indulgences, Carol. I love to buy these little bottles at the liquor store. Here, take this one. It is a very sweet Moscato.”
She takes it, opening the bottle, sipping a little with her perfect little lips.
“You don’t drink much do you?” I ask, laughing.
“Not a lot, no. My husband drinks a lot more than I do.”
“Go ahead and drink this one pretty quickly to get that initial buzz, then sip,” I instruct my naïve little friend.
“Are you sure? But, I am driving.”
“I will drive you home. Don’t worry about it. Today is about you,” I smile, thinking about how her husband’s games are no match for mine.
My mouth salivates as I watch how easily she gives in to me and downs her Moscato. She is the best type of submissive – the one who doesn’t know she is - yet. I will have her trained, bowing at my will before she even knows what hit her.
“Good girl,” I say taking the empty bottle from her hands. “Now, try on this red one. Your ass was made for this dress.”
She turns around looking at her ass in the mirror and smiles as I move to unzip her blue dress. Again, I take my time, not wasting this opportunity to touch her naked skin. The red dress is halter style, so she will need to remove her bra so the straps don’t show. I really am a genius.
Not wanting to be too obvious, I let her slip the dress on over her bra first. Only after watching her struggle unsuccessfully to hid her straps do I suggest she remove the bra. It is hard to tell what the dress really looks like with the distracting straps after all. Right?
“Here, let me help. Don’t take it off, just lift it up around your neck and I will undo your bra,” I offer.
The wine is hitting her as she fumbles a bit, trying to get her arms out of the dress. She has it raised above her shoulders and I move in to relieve her of her bra. Taking my time, I unhook each clasp, before sliding the straps off her shoulders and letting it fall to the ground. I help her put her arms back in the armholes and lower her dress.
“Oh, Carol!” I say. “You look breathtaking. Spin around.”
She does a delightful spin, wobbling a little. I turn her around by the shoulders to where her ass faces the mirror. I give her a sharp spank on a cheek saying, “Girl, look at that ass.”
She jumps and gasps at my surprise spank, but then smiles. “Really? It looks that good?”
“Oh yes. Spankable,” I say swatting her again.
She blushes. This is another opportunity.
“What? Don’t tell me your husband has never spanked your ass?”
“He hasn’t. Why? That’s not a common thing, is it? I never really thought about it.”
“Well, I mean, you need to really trust your partner to engage in spanking. So, maybe when you and your hubby get to a better place, sweetie. But, done right, it can really intensify your pleasure. Light pain is a kissing cousin to pleasure, you know?”
She looks pensive. I know this is a new thought to her. Again, planting a seed.
“A few spanks on your ass are the biggest compliment a mate can give you. And your ass is worthy of compliments, Carol. Just saying.”
I see her eyes travel down to analyze her ass again and she smiles. I take one of her hands and place it on one of her cheeks, forcing her to squeeze it with my hand maneuvering hers.
She giggles, swaying a little, “What are you doing?”
“Just making sure you fully appreciate your ass-ets,” I say, giggling back.
I open another little bottle of Moscato and hand it to her. She drinks without my prompting this time.
“So, we are taking these two dresses. I have decided I don't like my choices and won't bother trying them on. So, now time to head to lingerie,” I say, swatting her ass one more time.
She jumps but giggles. I sit back down in my chair, creaming my panties as she reveals her naked tits again, lifting her dress over her head. My eyes rake over her little button nipples, imagining them red and swollen from my teeth. Soon, those tits will be mine.
She pays for her dresses and I lead her to the lingerie section. Damn! No one in line back at these fitting rooms, so I sit outside while she tries on her things.
"Let me see them on," I say. "A second pair of eyes is always better for picking the perfect lingerie."
She won't come out, but opens her door and calls me back to look inside her room. Her first set is a red lacy bra with matching red thong. Her hand covers her ass, hiding her naked cheeks from me. Her shyness will need to be addressed.
"Oh, sexy! I love that one. But, I really want to see you in the black one. I can see it paired with stockings too," I suggest.
Stockings are a huge turn-on to me. I wear them for men and women I am with and I definitely want my women wearing them. I sit in my still-wet panties envisioning her in her stockings, as I lift her legs up to lick her sweet pussy. Mmmmmm.
"Felicia," she calls, breaking my fantasy. "I have the black one on."
I walk back and can't help but gasp. These panties are see-through and I notice a little patch of hair on her mound. My pussy quivers as I wonder if she is unshaven below or just has that little landing strip.
"Love it. And with stockings."
"Oh, I don't think the stockings. Kevin isn't really into them."
Anger swells within as I counter, "No, I really think you need the stockings, Carol."
She turns and looks in the mirror and then says, "Hmmmm. No. Kevin just doesn't like them." And she shuts her door.
Rage mixed with lust overtakes me. Need to get away.
"Hey, while you finish up, I am going to run to the bathroom, okay?" I manage to say with somewhat controlled emotions.
"Sure. Meet you at the register."
I practically run to the nearest bathroom, choosing the private "family" restroom. Once inside, I pound my fist into the wall. Fuck Kevin! You will please me, not him, Carol! I yank my pants and panties down and sit down on the toilet seat with a thump. My hands go straight to my clit, one pulling the hood back, while the other rubs my hot spot with frenzied motions. Thoughts of Carol submitting to me flood my head and fuel my lust. I envision her on her back with legs splayed. She screams my name. My name!
My hand cramps but I don't stop my strumming. I need to cum. It isn't long before my pelvis tightens and I explode, lifting my hips off the toilet seat, wildly thrusting out my orgasm. Fuck! After my pussy stops pulsating and clenching, I sit back down and lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees. My fingers rake through my hair as my breathing slows. Better. I feel better.
After cleaning myself up a little, I leave the restroom and find Carol at the register. I offer to drive her home since she is still buzzing from the wine. Smirking to myself, I think with a little luck the best part of today is yet to come.
~~~
I hear the front door to her house open, and his heavy footsteps coming down the hall.
"Honey, we are in here," Carol calls to him, giggling.
My back is to him when he enters the kitchen.
"Kevin, meet my friend, Felicia."
I slowly turn around and I'm guessing Kevin shits himself ... just a little. The usual expressions cross his face when one finds himself in his circumstance. You know - shock, confusion, oh fuck! then anger. I am impressed he gathers him emotions pretty quickly though.
I sweetly extend my hand to him - the same hand that beat and pegged his ass just twenty-four hours ago. He actually locks eyes with me and shakes my hand.
Carol starts giggling again saying, "Honey, Felicia took me shopping." She continues giggling, wobbling a little in her chair.
"Have you been drinking, honey?" Kevin asks her looking irritated.
She replies, "Just a little. Felicia had these cute little bottles of wine in her purse."
"Did she?" he says shooting daggers at me with his eyes.
"Yes, I hope you don't mind, Kevin. And she was a little too tipsy to drive me home, so I am afraid I am stranded here, unless you can take me home," I say flashing my fangs at him.
"Of course he doesn't mind," Carol chimes in as Kevin's face turns redder.
"Sure," he says flatly.
I rise from the table and stroll over to Carol, kissing her on the cheek, while looking Kevin dead in his eyes. It pleases me to see his jaw set as he watches me. Ha! He is pissed.
I grab my purse and walk towards the door, bumping into him as I pass. He falls in line behind me. We walk out the door and after we climb into the car, he turns to me and snarls, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?"
I smile sweetly, replying, "Your wife. Soon enough I will be 'doing your wife'."
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Hermione's New School[Contains fantasy ball-, tit- and cunt-busting, castration (many, some graphic) and big tit themes]HermioneHermione sat on the broken down school bus with her arms folded tightly across her budding breasts.“I bet I finger the new girl first.”“No way - I’ll have her stink on my fingers before home time.”A chill ran down her spine and she re-crossed her arms tighter over her tender young tits. It had been a month since she had been expelled from Hogwarts and a week since her...
Hermione's POV Ronald That name had been floating around in Hermione's head for the past weeks. He was the only thing she could think and dream about. She would spend hours and hours laying awake in bed at night just thinking about how it would be like if she had told him that she loved him all these time. She wasn't stupid. She knew that Ron has feelings for her. But why he hasn't said anything? Why is he so afraid? Is it the war? Is it that he still has feelings for Lavender? Or...
Hermione Teaches Ginny and Harry how to ShareRough flight to the BurrowThe butterbeers were helping to take the edge off, but tensions were still running high at the Burrow. Voldemort and his army of Death Eaters had struck the moment they took off from Harry’s c***dhood home, and the battle took a terrible toll. Mrs. Weasley had just stopped crying. Fleur was still pacing about. The rest were silent, still processing the loss of Moody. Mrs. Weasley hopped up from her armchair. “That’s enough....
Hermione had been stayed at the Burrow for the week before term started on her last year at Hogwarts. She was Head Girl this year and as a celebration, Ron and Ginny had invited her to stay with them until school started. Hermione was so excited and proud of herself that she Ginny had thought of a joke of a present to give Hermione for her becoming Head Girl. Hermione was sitting on Ginny's bead reading the 13 page pamphlet Head Boy and Girl called Maintaining Order and Administering Discipline...
Doing what she did to Percy not only made him feel good but made her feel good too. Not in the same way, she hadn’t been as aroused as she'd expected during the actual act, but in a different way. She had felt powerful, like he depended on her, needed her. It was intoxicating. As she lay in bed still in her school robes reliving every moment of her session with Percy she began to feel his spunk drying on her face. She thought she had wiped it all off but her face was now feeling crusty...
“You had better missy.” She jumped over the back of the couch, landed next Hermione, and grabbing her shoulders to look straight in her eyes, “because, I want ALL the details!” Hermione had thought Lavender would be mad, or feel as though she’d been cheated on but it appeared she couldn’t have been more mistaken. The look on her friend’s face was a mixture of impressed and giddy. Lavender wanted girl talk. Hermione had never had a girlfriend she could talk to about boys. I mean they’d...
Submissive whiteboi becomes a sissy faggot pussyboy for his nigger master.It was to be a night of romance. My Nigger lover, Tyrone, gruntedas he pulled his glistening cock from my aching, cum filled asscunt. Hehad just shot a massive load of man slop into my steamy, grippingentrails. Our lovemaking had been a brutal affair, as it always is, which is just the way I like it. I am a subjugated fuck slave, nothing but a sissy faggot sperm receptacle for my dominant nigger lover.Tyrone is the envy...
She even started taking notes in her diary and keeping them locked away in her trunk. She treated some of their sessions like lab experiments noting what worked, what didn't etc. Lavender seemed to like it a bit rougher than Hermione. She enjoyed being pinched, nibbled, scratched, and having Hermione pull on her hair while she ate her pussy. She had even asked Hermione to pretend to be a professor and spank her for doing something wrong. A fantasy Hermione enjoyed a bit more than she’d...
"Oh, fuck, sweetheart!" Hermione yelled in husky tones. "I don't know what I do to deserve you! That's it! Oh, that's it," she groaned, lovingly caressing Ron's ginger hair. "Keep bobbing your head up and down just like that. Tongue fuck my sweet, little, pussy like that. You love the way that dirty, sopping, twat tastes, don't you, honey? Fuck me! Deeper! Deeper, Ron! Shove it in deeper! Oh God, slurp that pussy and make me cream!"They were on a king size bed in the Room of Requirement, the...
The great thing about thongs was that you get a great ass in them, which was the reason why Hermione had begun wearing them during her fourth year, she was after all fifteen and going on sixteen in a matter of months. The bad thing about them was first of all it took time to get used to the feeling of the fabric between your cheeks and second of all you had to make sure they sat correctly or they would be ever so uncomfortable .Hermione stifled a yawn as she flushed the loo and began pulling up...
"Professor, aren't you supposed to show us first?" asked Hermione. "Well, that may be the case, but let's see what you can do." Hermione just shrugged her shoulders and went to the back of the classroom with the other students. They grabbed various books off of the shelves and were back at their tables. She just opened one up and found a sleeping potion that she hadn't made but looked simple enough to make. All was required was a bit of catnip, alcohol and some other ingredients. She...
Hermione arrived at Sydney’s Home and sat down in the den to have tea with her surrogate mum. Halfway through high tea, Sydney decided to broach the subject of Hermione’s visit. “The choice is quite simply yours. I can tell you that in my opinion from the bashful way you found the courage to voice your need for a ‘panties down’ or as those across the pond say, knickers’ for an authentic proper schoolgirl caning.” “I even brought the bottle-green knickers you requested.” Hermione spoke back...
????????????????????????? Persephone in Winter??????????????????????????? by Night Writer ??????????????????????????????? Prologue Elyse waited patiently by the open trunk of the car as the boy placedthe last bag of groceries inside. She found herself smiling, for noparticular reason.? The sun was warm on her face, and a slight breezeplayed with her hair, tickling her cheek, teasing her in and out of herdaydream. The soft knit of the light sweater fell away from the firm swell of...
Persephone Nine Chapter 1: Crash Story by All These Roadworks (2022). If you enjoy this story, please support its creation with the purchase of an e-book or membership from AllTheseRoadworks.com! (Click here to view the shop.) My kinks aren't my politics - I support respect, equity, and positive enthusiastic consent. (Check out more about my content policy here.) === The swathe of crushed alien vegetation was half a kilometre wide, and stretched all the way to the horizon. Here and there small...
“Sorry professor I was just-” she couldn’t think of a satisfactory excuse and just stared dumbly at the older woman awaiting her reprimand. “Well, have a seat Miss Granger so you will not hold us up any more. Glancing around the room she saw a chair open right behind Lavender and decided to sit there instead of her usual spot between Harry and Ron. She could smell Lavender’s hair and she liked it. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about the girl's breasts since all night. She'd...
"Akobabae lumaho," Hermione read quietly, carefully going over every syllable. It was just after dinner, but she was already in bed. Her curtains were drawn shut despite Gryffindor's girls dormitory being nearly empty. The witch's heart was beating at a maddening pace that threatened to rip a hole through her tee shirt. She struggled to control her breathing enough to allow her to repeat the words, but her thoughts were whirling out of control. A high-pitched, mad, sort of giggle escaped her...
She had approached Percy right after the first week of classes and he had agreed that private lessons with him would be an excellent way to keep her learning at an above average pace. In fact he had seemed a bit too pleased with himself just having her ask. He could be a bit big headed now and then but Hermione could not deny that he was currently the best student at Hogwarts and had a very bright future ahead of him because of his marks. She couldn’t think of anyone better to follow in...
One way ticket by Elaine © 2017 (based on an original story idea by Petite Pierre.) This story was inspired after reading a rough google translation version of a story that was written in French by Petit Pierre. At first I did think about making a better more accurate translation but as I started it was easier to do a complete rewrite adding parts that hadn't previously existed and modifying other parts extensively. This new version is around 60% longer and is obviously no longer...
(All characters in this story are at least 18 years old) Hermione, Ginny and Luna where in the school's potion lab, the room was for students to make potions for extra credit, Hermione and her two friends where working on a new potion, this potion was going to be for woman who want to look younger as well as sexy'er then what they are now. "Are you sure this is the right color" asked Ginny who was stirring the potion, the potion was a light red. "yes, now stir it clockwise two more times, and i...
Things stayed very much the same for nearly two years. Simone and Kevin successfully kept their relationship secret from everyone except Monica. Brother and sister shared the same bed for a long time. Simone insisted they be more discreet as her first daughter became more aware of her surroundings. But even then, they put on a good show at home, they found plenty of opportunities to make love and they spent many nights together. Monica also joined them at least monthly for some very intense...
Atonement How a simple essay spawned a global movement Much has been made of man's inhumanity to man, but sadly, the notion of man's inhumanity to women has been under developed. This essay proposes to explore the methods men have used during the span of recorded history to control the minds, mold the bodies and silence the voices of women. This is not comprehensive, but does touch on some of the more insidious methods, as well as the obvious. With the woefully late...
Simone The Schoolgirl (Part Two) A horny male teacher gets more than he could wish for at an exclusive residential school for senior girls Mf, mast, fetish, spank … Simone The Schoolgirl (Part Two) A horny male teacher gets more than he could wish for at an exclusive residential school for senior girls Mf, mast, fetish, spank Chapter Seven I have to admit, I listened at Simone’s door for a while before I knocked but I couldn’t make anything out above the background noise of...
Straight"Where did your mind wander off to, Honey?" Simone's mother asked. "I don't know, Mom," Simone replied impatiently. "Now, what about Kevin? What did you say?" "You were in another world, Honey," her father added. "For crying out loud," Simone snapped. "I'm here now. I'm fine!" "Simone, relax," her mother said. Simone took a moment to collect herself. "I'm O.K., Mom. I'm just a little tired. I'm fine. Now, go on. You were saying ... about Kevin?" "I was talking...
As the reality that Kevin would actually be living with her hit Simone, she felt happier than she had in years. Her husband was not much more than a memory (outside the large child support checks that arrived each month), she her darling daughter and her loving brother in her home, and her brother's baby in her belly. Simone knew that most of the world would more than frown on the part involving her carrying her brother's baby, but she didn't care. Not only had Greg lost interest in...
She strolled down next to the lake to vent some steam by swimming. She laid her bags on the ground and hid them with an invisibility charm, so she would not be disturbed or teased. She kept her robes on so she could hide them in the water and placed the bubble head charm on herself and then dove into the water. It was cold, unseasonably so, but she quickly remedied that by using a warming charm on herself. She kicked fiercely through the water trying to get as far from land as possible,...
Those days I had quarreled with Victor about my new black slut condition. He finally yelled at me I could do whatever I wanted. It was perfect; I could fuck Tyrone every time I wanted… or when he wanted…Friday at early evening I got dressed. Then I looked in the mirror. A nice big black cock slut looked back. I wore false eyelashes and a heavy makeup.I had been shopping with my naughty girlfriend Maura; lots of underwear…I was now wearing a black lycra dress. It was split down the front, almost...
I looked at her with new eyes. Her hair was hanging forwards and her sweet face looked so soft. I looked at her perfectly straight legs, slightly tanned. He thighs were full and her calves had a lovely roundness to them. She had a woman’s legs - not those of a typical skinny schoolgirl. I felt my cock starting to twitch and decided the best thing would be to get this over with a.s.a.p. I moved behind her, holding the ruler poised above her glorious behind. Simone The Schoolgirl (Part One) A...
StraightKevin's question would be answered sooner than either he or Simone would have imagined. Later that evening, while the two were watching TV, Simone received a text message which read, "Good news. I'm here. Can you pick me up at the airport? I just landed. You know where I'll be. See you soon." Simone had wanted her husband home so badly. Two weeks before she would have jumped for joy at receiving his text. But things had changed significantly since then. Simone had admitted to her anger...
One of our strict rules is outer sex only, no intercourse with our third or fourth person, though that leaves a lot of options for mutual sexual pleasure. At the appointed time on Sunday Roger is wearing just a pair of jeans that showcases his tanned torso. I am wearing a short black silk blouse which barely covers my pubic area. It has a row of buttons down the back with only the top one fastened, so when I walk my naked arse is on full view, something Roger likes very much. “You really do...