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A gentle mist lay in the valley as the sun rose between the hills that looked down over the village. As it crept steadily higher on that September morning, its rays struck the Big Stone that stood upright at the woodland edge of the Top Field, making it seem to glow as it absorbed the new day’s light.

Down in the village, the same first light awakened Alice as she lay dreaming. Usually, she slept until the rays of the sun were high enough to strike the wall opposite her bed, but she had slept fitfully that night, and now lay listening to the sound of her brother breathing, and the first twittering of the birds in the tree outside the window.

She had been looking forward to this day for much of her life, with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Her birthday, September the 15th, was barely a week before the Feast, which was always held on the second of the two dates in the year when night and day were the same length: once in March, when the village was emerging from winter; and again now, at the time of harvest and preparation for the cold months to come.

As soon as she was old enough to enjoy the festivities, her mother had told her that one day she would be the village’s Harvest Queen. It was an honour bestowed on the girl whose sixteenth birthday fell closest before the day of the Feast, so it had been easy to work out that one day it would be her. Every year since then she had watched and enjoyed the rituals of the day, knowing that in a decreasing number of years it would be her turn to take that special role.

And now the day had come. She felt her body tingling with excitement, and hitched up her rough gown to place her hand between her legs, burrowing through the dark mass of rough hairs, using her fingers to touch and dip into the wet little entrance to her cunny. Her maidenhead was still intact, but that didn’t stop her playing with the little folds of flesh, stimulating the wetness that dribbled out onto the rough straw mattress on which she slept.

She watched as the room slowly became lighter as the sun rose on that special day. Her older brother began to stir in his bed, and she saw him push off the blanket and sit up, letting out a loud fart as he did so. His tunic was bunched around his waist and she could see the curve of his half-erect prick between his legs as he yawned and idly scratched his balls. Ignoring her as usual, he went out and she heard him muttering to his parents in the other room.

Alice knew it would soon be time for her to get up, and shortly she heard the sound of whispering and giggling outside. The other village girls were waiting for her, ready for the day’s events to begin.

Her mother stepped into the doorway.

“Come, Alice, they’re ready for you now,” she said with a smile.

Alice pushed off the rough blanket and got up from her bed. Her two best friends, Margery and Agnes, came inside, giggling, and took hold of her rough gown. She bent over and stuck out her arms to help them pull it off over her head. This left her naked, and her friends now escorted her to the door and took her outside to where the other girls were waiting. Others of her neighbours had risen early to see this first part of the day’s festivities, and they looked approvingly at her bare body; her large breasts and firm thighs and arse the signs of a strong, healthy woman.

Surrounded by giggling girls, the naked Alice was harried down the path past the small village church to the stream. When they reached the pool under the old willow, she made the traditional attempts to resist, before they pushed her into the cold water with a splash. As she emerged gasping and dripping, water running in rivulets off her bare breasts, her friends waded out into the stream and with scraps of cloth washed the worst of the accumulated grime from her body. She enjoyed the feeling of their hands on her breasts, and was happy to allow her friend Margery take special care when washing the area of her cunny. Margery’s fingers felt even better than her own when they rubbed against the hard little bud between her legs.

Once they judged her to be sufficiently clean, the girls dragged Alice back to the stream bank. She stood there, water dripping off her and pooling around her feet, while they produced the traditional Harvest Queen’s robe, preserved carefully from year to year for this one special day. Decorated with patterns of flowers and fruit, together with strange swirling shapes and symbols that non-one really understood, it was rather a tight fit for Alice. Margery had problems trying to lace the front across Alice’s chest, and in the end it didn’t meet in the middle at all, with only the laces themselves stopping her copious breasts from spilling out. The girls giggled at the sight.

Finally, one of the girls held out a circlet of wild flowers, freshly picked that morning. Alice bent down while this was placed on her head, and adjusted so it sat firmly over her hair.

By the time they got back to the village, more of the villagers had gathered outside the small church. The young priest, Father Hugh, was there in his best robes, holding the church’s aspergillum of holy water. He had been in the parish for fewer than nine months (his elderly predecessor having succumbed to the cold during the previous bitter winter), so this would be his first Harvest celebration, but he had been well briefed by the churchwardens regarding his specific duties.

He smiled at Alice, shy but welcoming, and took his place behind her in line. And so the villagers set out, up the single dirty village street between the rows of cottages and along the rough hedgerows towards the Top Field. At last they reached the highest point of the village lands, up against the edge of the wood. There they gathered round the Big Stone, where Father Hugh sprinkled it with holy water from the aspergillum and spoke a few words of Latin. The villagers crossed themselves and muttered their own equally unintelligible invocations.

Alice then stepped forward, and one of the girls unlaced the front of her robe, pulling it away from her breasts so they hung free and bare. The warm sun felt good on them, and her pink nipples were already hard. She stepped up to the stone and pressed her breasts against it, putting her arms as far around it as she was able. The stone was almost unnaturally warm, and its rough surface felt good against her bare skin. After a few moments, she stood back and her dress was laced back across her breasts.

As the procession moved on, the villagers surreptitiously laid their own offerings around the Big Stone; wild flowers, hedgerow fruits, scraps of rabbit fur and even small pieces of meat.

The procession progressed around the boundary of the village, getting more and more raucous as it went. Although it was still before midday, some of the men and women had brought jugs of strong rough cider and home-made beer for refreshment, and there was much rowdy laughter as one of the younger men, unable to hold his cider, spewed copiously into the hedge.

Several more times during the procession, they paused at smaller boundary stones and there was more sprinkling of water, stone-hugging by a bare-breasted Alice, and deposition of harvest offerings. Any little boy who ventured too close to one of the boundary stones to peep at Alice’s breasts had his head ceremoniously knocked against it, the knocks getting harder as the day went on.

Eventually, they arrived back at the Big Stone, everyone a bit tired and many of them already drunk. One last time, Alice bared her breasts and hugged the stone, even warmer now. The procession then descended back to the village, where the more drunk participants lay down to sleep it off before the evening’s main celebrations began.

Alice took the opportunity to take a short rest; fortunately, her key role allowed her to escape the jobs of preparation that would otherwise have come her way. She was well aware that every time she had bared her large breasts the men had craned forward to get a good look, and this had only served to arouse her further. She felt underneath her robe to see how wet she already was.

While the procession had been doing its rounds, those who had not followed it had been preparing the recently-built tithe barn for the evening feast, dragging rough wooden chairs and tables from the nearest cottages to provide seating for the more prominent villagers, and piling up sheaves of straw for the rest.

As the sun began to go down, the villagers assembled at the barn. By the time Alice arrived, led in by the girls who had acted as attendants all day, the food and drink had been brought in and placed ready on the tables. Prominent among the arrangements was a kind of throne of straw at the head of the table, which was to be Alice’s place during the feast. Sheaves of what had been bound together roughly to form a kind of seat, and her attendants led her to it and sat her down. Father Hugh, now wearing just a plain black robe, then stepped forward and pronounced a benediction over the food.

The feast then began. There was freshly-baked bread and cheese, with pies of rabbit and game. A pig had been slaughtered and roasted, so there was plenty for everyone, as well as ample cider and ale. Alice was served with the choicest morsels, and her earthenware mug of cider was kept well filled. Even so, she ate and drank a lot less than most of those present, wanting to keep a clear head for the later part of the evening. She knew that some Harvest Queens had drunk so much that they could recall very little of the later parts of the evening, but Alice was keen to keep a clear head so she could enjoy it all.

There must have been almost a hundred people in the barn, adults and children. The Harvest Feast was probably the best meal many of them would get all year, and some people seemed to be trying to eat and drink enough to last them all winter. But at last the pace of consumption began to slow down. The mothers started to gather up the younger children and shepherd them off to bed, where they were told to remain with the threat of severe punishment if they moved before their parents returned.

Now it was time for the most sacred part of the day’s rituals to begin.

Alice wiped her mouth and got up from her throne of straw. She walked over to the centre of the barn floor, where Johanna, who had been the Harvest Queen the year before, was standing waiting for her. Johanna embraced her with a smile, before starting to unlace the front of the gown that was doing an increasingly poor job of keeping Alice’s breasts under control. Alice signed with relief as she felt the pressure released from them, no longer held in place by the laced bodice. Once the laces had been loosed enough, Johanna slipped the gown off Alice’s shoulders, letting it drop to the ground. Again, Alice was naked, apart from the now slightly drooping wreath of flowers round her forehead. A murmur of appreciation went round the villagers; admiring the sight of her fresh young body.

The chairs and tables had been dragged away from the roughly-bound seat of straw, and Johanna led Alice back and placed her on it. The straw pricked and tickled her bare arse. With a whisper, Johanna showed her how she was expected to sit – parting her legs, exposing the pink folds. Johanna then leant over and parted Alice’s soft lips, making sure that those closest to her could see the thin fold of skin that guarded the entrance, showing that no man had yet had her. Alice’s pink flesh was glistening with the juices that seemed so naturally to form there.

“Why Alice, your cunt is wet already,” whispered Johanna. “I hardly need to prepare you.”

Carefully, she removed the circlet of flowers from Alice’s head. Dismantling it carefully, she placed the flowers one by one in Alice’s cunny hair, pushing the stalks into the wiry bush. Then, with her fingers she caressed the little hard bud at the top of Alice’s slit, making Alice’s heart beat faster as she felt the liquid inside her cunny well up even more than before. At last, Johanna stepped back, admiring her handiwork, and casually stroked one of Alice’s large breasts, making the dark pink nipple dimple slightly. She then took her place in the crowd next to her husband, her role in the ritual complete.

There was one more part of the preparations yet to make. The villagers respectfully cleared a path for Father Hugh, who was now holding a plain earthenware bowl full of holy water, into which he dipped his fingers as he stood over Alice’s naked body. He flicked the water three times over Alice: once on her face, once on her breasts, and finally once on the pink wet flesh between her open legs. Muttering some unintelligible words in Latin as he did so, he crossed himself before stepping back into the crowd.

For what seemed like a long while, Alice lay there, exposed and naked, her legs still stretched apart, the only movement the gentle heaving of her breasts as she breathed steadily, waiting.

All of a sudden, the doors of the barn crashed open. Although everyone had been expecting it, they jumped even so. In the doorway stood a strange and somewhat sinister figure; human legs sticking out the bottom, but a body and head constructed mostly of straw. The head was a strange combination of pig and cockerel, with a round snout but a green crest of branches, while the body was fat and apparently blessed with two bulbous straw breasts. It most definitely was not female, however, as its most striking feature was a huge phallus that projected from the body, beautifully constructed from straw and interlaced with flowers similar to those in Alice’s bush.

The audience laughed as the creature cavorted around, shaking its monstrous phallus and trying to push it against the older ladies, who protested (but not very hard). The other men kept trying to direct it towards where Alice lay, but it seemed intent on assaulting all the other women first.

But, almost by accident, it found its way over to her. Alice couldn’t help smiling as it pranced around her, its straw phallus bobbing around wildly. Then it turned its attention directly to her, and began to nudge at her naked body, rubbing its head against her legs. She winced slightly as a sharp piece of straw left a thin scratch up her thigh, which started to well with blood, but otherwise she was getting quite excited.

Then the creature stepped back and stood still. Two young men ran up behind it, and began to fiddle with some straps under the arms. The costume seemed to split in two and fall forwards, and Alice realised she had been holding her breath, wondering who was inside.

It was Adam, son of the village blacksmith. His bronzed body was glistening with sweat, but it wasn’t that which drew Alice’s eyes. It was his big erect prick, rearing up from his crotch, as big and thick as one of the hammers he used at his father’s forge. As his two friends gather up the costume and pushed it to one side, Adam stepped forward towards her. Alice opened her legs a little more, showing Adam that she was ready for him. She was worried that her cunny would be too small to take it, but she sensed that it would be wrong to show any fear or hesitation.

Adam certainly wasn’t hesitating. His prick seemed to get even bigger as he took hold of it and knelt down on the straw between Alice’s legs. She smiled at him in welcome, and he grinned back, a big daft grin across his whole face. The round purple helmet of his knob nudged against her cunny, smearing itself with her juices. Slowly he pushed it forward, parting her folds and stretching her entrance. She bit her lip as she felt herself stretch to take him, her wet folds seeming almost to hug his thickness, sucking it in.

He pushed deeper, but now his prick came up against the fold of skin that protected Alice’s maidenhead. Alice knew, and Adam knew, and all the villagers watching knew, that it was going to have to break.

To distract her from the pain that was about to come, Adam leant over and kissed Alice on the lips. Their mouths melted together, every nerve end alive, and she felt his hand on her breast, fingers stroking her nipple, making it rise up at his touch. Thus distracted, she felt one sharp stab of pain as he thrust his prick hard against her maidenhead and it split, letting him at last into the virgin depths of her. She cried out as the skin ripped, and there was a murmur of satisfaction from the crowd. She felt an additional gush of liquid as the blood of her maidenhead mingled with the juices of her cunny, swirled together by Adam’s prick as he now began to thrust it properly in and out of her.

Alice blinked away the tears of pain and began to feel the pleasure of Adam’s prick inside her. Instinctively, she began to move with him, arching her pelvis to meet his thrusts. She let her hand slide down to the hard bud buried in its fold of flesh, knowing that by touching it she could increase her own pleasure. Her breasts were bouncing in rhythm, and for a moment she worried that the straw throne might give way under Adam’s increasingly vigorous thrusts.

She looked round and saw that some of the men were rubbing themselves through their tunics, their own hard pricks straining against the material. One man had actually pulled his tunic up already and was clasping his thick stubby prick in his hand, red-faced and excited at the sight of her fresh young naked body being fucked in front of his eyes.

Adam was thrusting harder now, going very deep inside her. It was strange to feel something so big and so warm moving inside her, filling the hole for the first time, completing her. She could hear the slurp-squelch, slurp-squelch, slurp-squelch sounds as he pulled out, then speared back in. He began to make a strange gasping rasp in his throat, and Alice could sense that his climax was near.

“Oh Adam,” she whispered, as with a last thrust he held his prick inside her as his seed spurted out, splashing up to the very top of her passageway. He held himself there until he was fully spent, flooding her with his seed. At last he pulled out of her, still hard, his prick coated in a pink frothy mixture of blood, seed, and female juices. Alice looked down and could see a similar mixture smeared all over her inner thighs. Most of the little flowers in her bush had fallen out, but a few crushed petals still clung to her curly nest of hairs.

It was now time for the second part of the ritual to begin, and once again Father Hugh stepped forward. As the village’s religious leader, it was his right – his duty, even – to be the first to make his own harvest Offering to Alice’s body.

He pulled up his plain black robe, and Alice saw that he was already erect. His prick was thin but very long. He looked embarrassed, as if he wasn’t sure if what he was doing was right, but his hard prick told the true story of his arousal by the scene he had just witnessed. He stood over Alice and pointed his prick at her round firm breasts, pumping it with his hand. Quite soon, his face contorted in ecstasy, and he ejaculated over Alice’s body, loop after loop of thick, warm, creamy seed. The first loop went over her right breast, coating the pink nipple, while the second went even further, splashing across her cheek. Several more struck her body before he was finished and ran down to form a white pool in the cavity between her breasts.

“Well done, Father,” said a voice, as the priest wiped his prick clean on the edge of his robe. A good first Offering from the priest was an excellent omen. His predecessor had in latter years been able to summon up little more than a brief dribble, but this was hopeful for the future. Father Hugh would find his tithes especially good this year, with plenty of extra gifts to thank him for his virility – something that would undoubtedly help him to accept this curious anomaly in the normal rites of God’s Church.

Now that Father Hugh had performed his part, it was the turn of the other men of the village. The hierarchy of the Offering to the Harvest Queen had been worked out over many, many years, and was as clearly laid out in the minds of the villagers as any of the priest’s litanies. The Lord in whose manor the remote village lay would by common agreement have taken precedent even over the priest, if he had ever visited the village on the day of the Offering, but it was many years since he had done so. It was suspected that he would have liked to have been there, but was prevented by his wife, a notorious shrew.

So, as Alice lay back, breathing in the scent of Father Hugh’s seed as it ran down her cheek, she saw Gregory the miller and his son Edward step forward, their pricks in their hands. She was familiar with the sight of Edward’s organ: he was of similar age to her, and she had watched while Agnes had played with it, both the girls giggling as she rubbed it until it grew hard and he spilt his seed over her hand. Alice had wanted to join in these games, but they all knew that future Harvest Queens were expected to refrain from excessive sexual activity before their time came. But now it was her turn, and she looked forward to receiving Edward’s seed on her outstretched body.

Alice could see her mother watching with a smile of pride as Gregory stood over her and pumped on his engorged prick. The purple head seemed to swell, then a big loop shot out of the end and splashed over her left breast. She watched as more seed splattered onto her tummy, a last few dribbles ending up in her cunny bush. Edward stood close, his prick close to her cheek, and smiled at her as he ejaculated from close range, making sure her face was well coated. Alice opened her mouth and let a few warm salty rivulets run into her mouth, but she knew it was more important to get as thick a covering as possible over her unclothed body.

Two more of the senior villagers came up next, rubbing at their pricks before ejaculating over her thighs and cunny. The younger of the two was still virile, and his seed was thick and creamy, sticking to her thighs in big lumps. The other man’s was thin and watery, but there was a great deal of it and it flew a long way, right up the length of her body and onto her face.

Next, Alice saw one of the more important farmers come next with his son. The boy seemed to be having difficulty getting his prick hard, and Alice could tell his father was angry that his son was shaming the family. Feeling sorry for the boy, she beckoned him over to stand by her. Leaning over, she took his limp prick in her mouth and sucked and licked at it, enjoying the tangy taste. Very soon she felt it swell up very nicely in her mouth, and by the time she slipped it out it was almost slipping down her throat, making her gag. Now that it was erect it was very big, and the boy gratefully stroked his prick until with a cry he ejaculated, huge quantities of seed coating both of Alice’s breasts. The father, who had just spurted all over Alice’s stomach, looked pleased and relieved, and put his arm round his son’s shoulders as they stepped back into the crowd.

And so they kept coming forward, family by family, sometimes singly, sometimes in pairs, the order determined by their position in the complex village hierarchy. It was only a small village, but even so there were usually around thirty men present over the age of sixteen. Indeed, it was surprising how many itinerant craftsmen and peddlers found their way to the village on the day of the Harvest Offering. They were made welcome, as their Offerings were valuable too. Indeed, this year the numbers were augmented by four foot-soldiers, travelling back to their own village from London, who brought news of the imprisonment in the Tower of King Richard by Henry Bolingbroke and his supporters. In return for their news, they had gladly accepted the invitation to remain for the Harvest Feast, especially when told of the unusual nature of this particular village’s festivities.

The pricks were varied in size: thick ones and thin ones, long ones and short ones. The best were both long and thick, and Alice thought about how each of them would feel up inside her no longer virgin cunt. Steadily, more and more loops of seed covered Alice’s body. She felt powerful; thrilled as each fresh Offering landed on her. The more that was produced, the better for her, and for the next year’s harvest. She knew that the men were attracted by her large firm breasts, which made them produce greater loads of seed. For days, even weeks, in advance, they would refrain from sexual activity to ensure that they were able to produce the maximum possible quantity of seed.

Even so, some of the men (mainly those had drunk to excess) had trouble getting their pricks hard, and these Alice helped, either with her hand or by taking them in her mouth. Not one of them failed to respond to her treatment, or to contribute their seed.

Moreover, Alice could see that many of the women were as aroused as the men. Johanna’s husband has his hand inside her tunic and was caressing her breast, while she had her hand up the front of it and clearly had her fingers buried deep inside her own cunny. Some of the other men, now that they had spent their seed on Alice, were caressing their wives, and one woman had her husband’s still-hard prick in her mouth.

Finally the last man, a poor peddler with little goods to offer but had an enormous prick, had spent his hot thick seed on Alice’s body. The rich scent of fresh seed hung around her, as it ran down her sides and legs. Her face, breasts and cunny had taken especially heavy loads, but loops and whorls of it streaked across her arms and legs as well, with quite a lot in her hair. The earlier emissions were cooling now, and she felt sorry that there was no more to come. But already the older women were whispering that they had never seen a Harvest Queen so coated in seed before, and what a good sign it was.

Slowly and carefully, Alice raised her naked body from the straw. She could feel the seed start to run down her body, forming droplets from her nose, chin and breasts. Two of the other girls came forward and took her by the hands and led her out of the barn, the crowd of villagers parting to let them pass. Slowly she walked, trying not to lose too much of the seed as she moved.

It was night when they emerged from the barn, but the air was still very warm and an almost full moon illuminated the path through the village. Alice and the two girls walked up between the parallel rows of small cottages, following the same route as the morning’s procession, until the reached the Big Stone.

Here they halted. Carefully, they laid the harvest robe down on the ground by the Stone, and Alice sat down on it, her back against the Stone, facing east. The warm air was drying some of the seed on her body, the dried flakes wrinkling her skin where it still stuck to her. She knew it would be several hours before the first rays of the rising sun struck her naked body and she would be free to return to the village, but it was a warm night and she enjoyed the feeling of being naked in the open air, her body coated in the harvest Offerings. The scent still wafted around her as she rubbed her fingers through the sticky mess in her cunny hairs.

She was pleased to find that she could now push her fingers right up inside her cunt-hole, and although the torn flesh of her broken maidenhead was still tender she felt her body tingle with pleasure. Alice rubbed at her hard little bud until she felt the wave of ecstasy engulf her. Arching her pelvis, she cried out with joy.

Then at last tiredness overcame her, and Alice slept.

The air was cooler when she awoke, the glow of dawn visible over the horizon. She sat up and looked at her naked body. A last remaining pool of seed still lay in the dimple of her belly-button, and an early-rising ladybird was trapped in it, struggling to escape from the sticky trap. Alice gently dipped her finger in, freeing the little creature before licking off the sticky liquid.

As the first rays rose over the hills, Alice parted her legs one last time and opened her cunny with her fingers, showing the sun her pink young flesh. She felt it begin to warm her, drying the final thick gobbets of seed. Then at last, the ritual complete, she slipped the robe back over her head and walked down the hill to the village.

She was looking forward to seeing Adam again.

I have taken the liberty of moving to September a version of the “beating the bounds” ceremony from its more traditional position in May, around Ascension Day or Rogation-tide. The more sexual details of this ritual – and of the harvest “offering” itself – are sadly just the product of my fevered imagination.

 

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So these won’t really be like stories. At least not yet since I don’t really know how to make up stuff like the writers on here. It will be more like a diary or a blog to tell you about the sex things and other things in my life. This first diary entry I’m gonna give you some background so you understand why I picked this guy for my first time. So this happened yesterday and I’m writing quite fast because I’m so excited so if I spell stuff wrong or whatever, hey it’s my first story ok? So...

First Time
3 years ago
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The Sex Rehab Diaries Broo

“I’m Brooklyn, and… whatever… I guess I’m a sex addict.” I glared at the group of pathetic faces in the circle surrounding me. This is so fucking lame. Why did I sign up for this? It was bad enough that I’d had to endure public humiliation when the scandal broke, but being away from the city in this touchy feely rehab centre set my nerves more on edge than they did to soothe them, which I’m sure was their original intention. From the moment I’d checked into The Belleview Retreat for Sexual...

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2 years ago
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Lonely Housewife

She needed to have her senses challenged, to feel nature close to her; she didn’t want to hug-a-tree, she wanted the trees to hug her. Feeling more at home sitting on the wooden staircase than anywhere else, she observed the door that lead out into the front of the property. She stared, admiring the beauty of the oak grain, before raising her head to look up to the small window above the door frame. Before she arrived at her new home in a new state with her family, watching wispy clouds drift...

Masturbation
2 years ago
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Forbidden

“You okay?"Startled and embarrassed, Tina leapt from her chair as she slammed her laptop closed. Spinning around, her over-sized, red Jackson High Jaguars tee shirt fell into place from her waist area to just below her sex, but not before Chris glimpsed her lack of any pubes.“What the fuck are you doin’ in here!? Get out! Get the fuck out you little perv!”Standing there in just his white Jockey’s, he had caught enough sight of the porn on her laptop screen before she slammed it and noticed her...

Incest
4 years ago
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Helping Hand

Scott sat staring out the passenger window of his dad’s old beat up Ford truck. It had been five years since he had last seen his dad, so the long ride from the airport to the farm was silent. He was only there now because his mother told him that his father needed the help and it was the proper thing to do. He had been twelve when his father remarried and Scott had not seen him since a few months before that. Once the marriage went through, his Mom had kept him from seeing his father. But...

Taboo
2 years ago
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Making Mindy Mine

"I'm telling you Hank, that girl is a slut! She runs around like a wild animal, staying out all hours of the night, and always with different men! Older men, Hank! I swear, I think some of them are even giving her money! She's completely out of control! I just can't take it anymore!" The screeching sound of Gloria's voice was like a hot wire on my nerves, and instantly brought back unwanted memories of our past marriage. Feeling the instinctive urge to yell back rise in my throat, I pulled the...

Taboo
2 years ago
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The Seduction Of A Student

She watched her professor speak during the period. Things that were better left unsaid were beginning to crowd her mind. It was as if she couldn’t help herself. Every time she sat in her chair for class, her eyes focused straight on him, and didn’t leave him until the hour ended. He was a man of strength and intelligence. His shrewd blue eyes didn’t miss anything, and she was almost positive he had already noticed her admiring glances. His body didn’t help matters. She knew he had been in the...

Taboo
3 years ago
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Office Seduction

“I just don't see how you can't bring your work with you, Greg. We haven't seen my parents in a long time and now you 're suddenly too swamped at work to come,” her nagging voice echos from the bathroom as she does her hair. Lying in bed still, drinking my coffee and trying to read the newspaper, I let her whine. She has known about this project at work for some time now, knowing how busy it has been keeping me. It isn't a sudden thing. I've pointed this out to her more than once, but she...

Taboo
3 years ago
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My Sisters Dirty Little S

Justin was twenty-eight when he returned to the States. After two tours with the Marines, he found adjusting to civilian life to be more difficult than he expected. Unable to find a decent, full-time job, he managed to line up some auto repair work on the side. It wasn’t much, but those old jobs did keep his bills paid. With no other option, he moved back into his parent’s home with his younger sister, Reese.He didn't really mind. Being too broke to have a girlfriend meant he wasn't ready for a...

Incest
4 years ago
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Standing in for the Bride

Sterling smacked my ass, spun me around and pushed me against the wall. “I'm going to fuck you standing up,” he said. “Right here and now.” “You're getting married to my sister,” I said. “So I'm going to have to say no.” “I'm going to fuck you,” he said. “Sooner or later.” His lips moved toward mine and I found myself puckering up to meet them. He tasted of whiskey and apples with an overlay of cinnamon. I think the cinnamon came from the gum he was chewing. I moved my face away from his. “Do...

Taboo
4 years ago
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Nights To Remember

I escaped my fucked-up life into late-night erotic fantasies for years as waves crashed onto the sand beneath my balcony. I frequented my favorite site and started writing stories after becoming enamored with an author. Her stories had dirty, rough stuff I loved but also sensual and tender in a way I tried to emulate but couldn't master. I fantasized she spent hours getting aroused reading my words as I did hers. When she joined a new site, I quickly followed, seizing an opportunity to become...

Straight Sex
2 years ago
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The Sex Rehab Diaries Kyli

“I’m Kylie, and I’m a sex addict.” I tried not to cry. It would have made things exponentially more embarrassing than just standing in front of the room telling a group of strangers that I was basically a sexual deviant. I bit down on my lower lip instead, producing just enough sharp discomfort to keep the girly tears back. I couldn’t believe I had really committed to this. Of course, I guess one could argue that I wasn’t very good with commitments, as it was. Ever since the depraved incident...

Group Sex
2 years ago
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Bad Habits Need Hard Measur

For the first few weeks working at Joelle’s, my feet never really touched the floor. This was everything I had dreamed of, and more. In case you don’t know about her - though I’d be curious if you didn’t - Joelle’s the woman who turned makeup into a true art. Where others only “applied” lipstick, rouge and eye shadow, she painted with an artist’s skill and turned the plainest women into goddesses, into true artwork. Nobody knew her surname, and nobody needed to. All the big stars flocked to her...

Spanking
4 years ago
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Fade to Black

Aidan Black stared at the online text that flashed up onto the screen. ‘I luv ur stories!’ He yawned, and took another sip of his Jack Daniels. He quickly typed a reply and then leaned back in his chair. ‘What do you like about them?’ He smiled at the long pause. All these fans are the same, he thought to himself. Innocent young girls that dream of being treated like dirty sluts and too afraid to tell their college boyfriends that doggy-style after a long alcohol-fused pub crawl just wasn’t...

Reluctance
4 years ago
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Danis Dilemma

I watched his plane lift off and disappear into the eastern sky. As I slowly walked across the airport terminal to the parking lot, I tried to compose myself as I wiped the last few tears from my cheeks. I could still feel his lips on my lips and the lingering scent of his shaving soap was still with me, but both sensations were rapidly vanishing. As I climbed into the car, I leaned back one last time saying good-bye to the man I loved. The feeling of the strength of his arms around me in our...

Voyeur
4 years ago
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10 Items Or Less

Robyn thought about sex a lot. She craved sex. Robyn wanted to feel a man’s strong masculine hands all over her naked body, to hear him whisper dirty words in her ear and make her pussy sopping wet.She imagined his hands pulling her hair back and his tongue in her ear as his thick hard cock penetrated her wet cunt. She wanted to feel his bulging biceps caress her sides and the feel of his sweat mixing with hers on their warm wet bodies.Just then Robyn looked up and saw bright red brake lights...

MILF
3 years ago
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My Last Morning With Me

Ah, Melissa. That’s a name that brings back fond memories of a time of passion and illicit romance. Even now, I can taste the hint of cinnamon on her lips and sense the subtle fragrance of an obscure flower that was the essence of the perfume she wore.Melissa and her husband, a stoic and foolish man whose unpronounceable name I have chosen to forget, lived in the same apartment complex as I. Even so, she might never have come to my attention if not for the fact that we did our laundry at the...

Hardcore
2 years ago
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Kinky Twisted College Sex

(episode 31) Prelude to the Party: After finding out about Mary Beth’s kinky tryst at the lesbian club and also allowing myself to participate in Jennifer’s twisted drug-fueled gang bang, I found myself in a very strange mood. In fact it was like being apathetic, ashamed, strangely aroused and creeped out all at once. Despite all the bizarre events of the past weekend, I thought I’d try to maintain my relationship with Mary Beth. I figured my participation in Jennifer’s twisted orgy and Mary...

College Sex
4 years ago
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Focused On Sex

Milena's story My name is Milena and I work in a well-known chain of Opticians on the high street. When the manageress of our store suggested that we have a ‘wear what you want day’ I was excited. I’ve always been one for fancy dress. Then she added one or two caveats. We must be decent and not wear anything that brings the business into disrepute. Knowing me, that was a tall ask, but hey ho! She said it would be good for morale and create a talking point among customers and attract passing...

Quickie Sex
1 year ago
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Strength

Crystal blue eyes. The type that on another girl could look dramatic or vulnerable. Even soul piercing. But squinted by a smile too small for her boxy face and caked with a thick rim of black makeup, she appeared exactly how she really was: trying too hard. “Just this once.” Giggling, Blake’s blonde girlfriend rounded the desk countertop. Craned her neck to look up at him as she pulled the white drawstring of his swim shorts. So predictable. But Blake felt his dick warm and thicken. He...

Taboo
2 years ago
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The Blue Room

“I thought we’d shake things up a little.” Megan watched her boyfriend produce the unassuming white letter-length envelope and lay it on the black laminate bar, nudging it her way. She watched his face for a telltale sign but his only response was to grin back at her and wink. “What is this?” she asked coyly, a slow smile spreading across her face. It had been five years to the date since they’d first met and while she’d been hoping for a small blue box from Tiffany’s with the clear-cut...

Taboo
4 years ago
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Nettie

The power she had over me was immediate and irresistible. I tried to avert my attention, but she sparkled in the August sunlight. My wife and I were greeting our new neighbors shortly after the moving van pulled away on Friday. They were from Connecticut, an attractive couple with a high-school daughter that was a heavenly vision.It was the coquettish way she delighted in the effect she had on me that let me know she was trouble. At least I should have known.The fact that the others didn’t seem...

Taboo
4 years ago
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More Than Words

Sarah was nervously fidgeting in her seat, her warm brown eyes constantly shifting back and forth between Mr. Wilson and the empty notebook on her desk. Sarah was a lovely combination of pretty and adorable. Her petite frame stood at 5’3 when on her tippy-toes. Her lovely pale-skinned face was adorned with freckles. And her long hair was a beautiful yet unusual shade of auburn. “Your mom said that you need help studying for your college entrance exams; is that right?” Mr. Wilson questioned. ...

Taboo
2 years ago
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Gamble

I had to lose almost everything before I came to my senses, sitting there at the dining table with my boyfriend Todd - watching him gamble away everything he owned and, as it turned out, a few major things that I owned too. I never considered myself to be stupid, but much as a frog stays in water that slowly warms up to a boil without noticing what is going on, it somehow didn't concern me when he stopped winning at poker and started to lose. It didn't concern me that the new car I was...

Taboo
2 years ago
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Letter of Recomendation

“You sure you don’t mind writing the letter?” “Not at all. I’m glad to help out Wendy.” I replied to Laura. We work at the same company in different departments. Our paths cross in the hallways, break room and the other usual places. We got to the same happy hours and other events. She’s really terrific looking for a woman ten years older than me. I’ve tried to initiate a little off-work fun, but it’s been a no-go. She won’t date anyone from the same company, even though we...

Taboo
4 years ago
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Losing It

Mike,  Enough endless talking.  You once said that it is not bragging if one can back up one’s words with action, and now it has come time to back up your words, mon petit.   Please see attached; everything has been arranged.  Yours, Jen. No further explanation.A ‘click,’ a mental turn as my brain processed those three short sentences, and time quite changed, my vision dimming as I read the attachment.  It read as follows:Dear Mr. Stone,Thank you for choosing Alaska Airlines. Please make note...

Anal
3 years ago
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Claires Conception Part

I think I fell in love with Claire the first time I saw her, standing with her team mates in her hockey kit in the queue for dinner in the refectory of our University Hall of Residence. Dark haired, athletically built and sporty, she seemed a long way out of my class. Despite being basically tall and good-looking myself – in great shape after many years playing rugby – there was something about her that I found different from other girls and, frankly, intimidating but I couldn’t get her out of...

Wife Lovers
2 years ago
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Laney Scoops the City

Laney Travers walked down the ill-lit corridor and paused outside the doorway to her virtue's doom. Apartment twenty-nine again. Heaven help this well-raised girl. Well, maybe not Heaven ... Mike's voice sounded in her head: “News – real news – is what someone doesn’t want you to know, Laney sweetheart. The rest is fuckin’ propaganda. Keep searchin’ for truth among the bullshit. Rigour, determination, guts – that’s the only kinda newspaperman to be. Or newspaperwoman. Remember that.” He’d...

Hardcore
2 years ago
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The Devils Harem The Curs

‘To pluck a beautiful flower from the desert is an unpardonable sin.’ – Man Of Mountain, Shoshone Medicine Man My best friend Karla, lived with her dad, Hank, in a trailer until she was eighteen. Then she fixed up an empty trailer, one of those old chrome things with the rounded corners, and moved into it by herself. She used to get spooked in that trailer all by herself. She would call me on the phone and say, “Jan, come over and spend the night. You know I’ve got NetFlix; we’ll rent something...

Supernatural
4 years ago
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Touching Myself

I love sex. I suppose that doesn't make me unusual. Most women do. My urge to share my desires online isn't so common. Maybe I love the attention, and maybe by sharing, part of me hopes others will share their own desires with me.Such things are never easy to speak of. Maybe it's easier for guys, but I don't know if that's true. I do know some girls find it very difficult to talk about their intimate secrets. I think that's a shame. How can we hope to achieve a satisfying sex life if we are too...

Masturbation
3 years ago
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Executive Toy

I sighed, hit “send” on my email, and wondered if it was time for another trip across the road to Costa. The office was supposed to be air-conditioned, but it didn’t seem to be working today, just when it was most needed. It’s not that I was complaining about the hot weather, it’s just that I’d much rather be out sun-bathing than stuck at my computer all day.Suddenly I heard a voice behind me.“I don’t suppose you’ve got any Ibuprofen, Annie. This heat’s given me a splitting headache, and I must...

Office Sex
2 years ago
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The Little Black C

My boyfriend and I were cuddled together in my bed enjoying the post coital bliss that followed a nice, but not spectacular fuck. I was gently fondling his rapidly deflating penis as he softly massaged my labia - both slippery with various sexual fluids. Devin broke the moment asking, “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate this?” “Sssh,” I sighed, “Let's just enjoy this.” “Seriously,” he said, “One to ten, with a ten being mind blowing.” “Devin, let it be,” I protested, “Just be quiet.”...

Group Sex
2 years ago
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My Husbands Best Friend

On a warm, quiet night, Lauren lay in bed listening, through her open bedroom window, to the deep moans of an unknown woman that was repeatedly brought near climax, only to be edged back from her orgasmic bliss. Lauren’s husband, dead to the world in a deep sleep, lay next to her, oblivious of the other woman but thirty feet outside their window, being ravaged by Jason, who had been their best man just three years ago.Lauren’s fingers were massaging her rock hard nipples as she imagined Jason’s...

Cheating
2 years ago
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In Praise Of Older Women

Jack’s Story Despite all my reservations, I had agreed to house sit my parent’s place for a month this summer while they were on vacation in Europe. My parents lived in the suburbs and were far from my usual stomping grounds. Literally there was nothing, but nothing, around unless your amusement was the local shopping mall.“Jack,” my father had said, “your mother and I would feel so much more comfortable if you were here. There has been this wave of robberies in this area occurring when people...

MILF
1 year ago
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Shall I Serve You Myself

It was just another normal day in the cheese aisle when I first noticed her. Customers came and went as normal buying all manner of chilled foods. The queue at the deli ebbed and flowed as people clamoured for cheese, cold meats and fresh pizzas. It was my job to manage the staff and ensure all the shelves were fully stocked. In hindsight I didn't pay too much attention the first time, but after four days of seeing her visit my aisles I knew every curve of her body! On day one she bought milk...

Lesbian
3 years ago
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Jill Steps Out A Cuck is C

As the door closed behind me I looked at my watch. One a.m. I should be home in less than half an hour. It smelled refreshing and invigorating outside. As I walked to my car the last few drops of his semen ran down my leg. My bra and panties were in my purse. I was dressed in my normal work attire, not having showered after. I was sure I was ripe with the fresh sent of rigorous sex. When I arrived home intended to drop my clothes, get into bed, odorous as I was, and shower in the morning.I...

Cuckold
3 years ago
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Kinky Twisted College Sex

(episode 30) My infatuation with Mary Beth grew during January of 2008. She was damned sexy and really good looking, plus she had one of planet Earth’s best camel toes. Another great thing about Mary Beth was that she was almost as daring and insatiable as Jennifer. However, as February came along, a few problems did arise. Mary Beth was becoming more and more possessive and controlling, and she would get really pissed off about me going over to Brittany and Jennifer’s apartment to study. ...

College Sex
2 years ago
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The Ride Home

Late night. Lights glisten on the surface of the road where it rained not long before. I’m about to put my foot down on leaving the village when I catch sight of her. I bring the car to a halt, watching in the mirror as the rear lights redden the black nylon on her legs. Her skirt is short, jacket only waist-length. High heels. Something’s odd about this. You don’t really see hitch-hikers anymore, certainly not ones that look like her. I press the button, letting the window slide down. She...

Reluctance
2 years ago
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Fucking The Wrong

Angela’s no Angel, that’s for sure. The girl’s got a great pair of tits and she’s definitely not shy about showing them off - which is a bit of a problem given that she’s my girlfriend’s younger sister. I’d been going out with Tina for a few weeks when she decided it was time for me to meet her parents but it was Angela who made a real impression on me. “Do you like my T-Shirt?” she asked, unzipping her sports jacket to reveal a thin white top which was stretched obscenely-tight across the...

Anal
3 years ago
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Wife Confessions

My husband was a very dominant man when we first met. It was a trait I appriciatd in a man and one of the things about him I liked the most. He stayed like that for the two years we dated and through the first year of our marriage. That was until he came to me and told me he was sexually unhappy. I was shocked and confused, trying to think and figure out how he could possibly feel this way. He confessed to me that he was having submissive fantasies and that the thought of being dominated by a...

Cuckold
2 years ago
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Phone Sex

Lying on my bed, with my phone pressed against my ear, I listen to you plea with me. “Baby, please, I need you,” I hear you insist on telling me. I hear the want in your voice, making me tremble with need. My fingers roam over my semi-naked body, caressing myself how I would like you to caress me. All I have on are your favourite pair of pink panties. The ones you love so much on me. They fit my perfect ass, as you always love to tell me. “I need you too, baby,” I whisper lightly. “Tell me...

Masturbation
3 years ago
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Pulling down her p

Lisa was waiting in the early afternoon sunshine. Her body still covered with a little perspiration, initially from her soccer training and then her hot shower. It was quite warm for the early autumn and she had changed back into her regular clothes – beige woollen skirt and grey cardigan. She had her pink bra on underneath and matching panties, which were her boyfriend’s favourites. They had been together a couple of months and he had expressed a liking for them, on more than one occasion. She...

Reluctance
2 years ago
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The Escort and the

I can still remember the empty echo of my stiletto heels, clicking against the marble floors as I rushed out of the Hazelton Hotel. I felt filthy. I didn’t dare look at the impeccably groomed doorman as he nodded to me while I hurried past him. “Have a good evening Miss,” he said in his well-mannered way. He was oblivious to the debased scene I had just left in Room 2412 as I had successfully turned my first trick as a high-class escort. Yet, why didn’t I feel “high class” at all in that...

Reluctance
2 years ago
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Girls Like That

She was so tight she made my loins ache. I wanted inside of her. The slutty little thing wore a shiny lick of a dress that reminded me of the black paint on my favorite ride. Now I wanted to ride her ass just like I ride my bikes, with a lot of speed. No brakes would be needed for that piece of tail; she wasn’t after safety. I could tell by the way all five-foot-nothing of her prowled the bar floor in those spiked stilettos. There was nothing passive or tentative about her. She had game, but...

Quickie Sex
2 years ago
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Love in the Lake

I finally booked the rustic little cabin in the Gunflint wilderness in northern Minnesota. It had been seven years since I had taken a vacation, and I was looking forward to the peace and quiet of complete isolation. The only sounds I wanted to hear for the next week were the cries of the loons and the distant howls of the wolves that inhabited this piece of heaven. I packed a couple of knapsacks and loaded up my car. I headed north up I-35 out of Minneapolis to one of the last little pieces of...

Love Stories
4 years ago
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Party Naked The Grand Fina

(episode 32) A sinking depression had hit me as the spring semester of my senior year came to a close. Actually, I think it was more of feeling of being very nostalgic, but I thought I was depressed. Fraternity parties, socials with sororities, football tailgate parties at our rental house, weekends clubbing downtown as a group, fraternity intramural sports, initiating pledges, riding my motorcycle up the stairs of the frat house during parties, wearing panties on our heads, funneling beer,...

College Sex
4 years ago
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Greyhound Girl

With the familiar hiss of air brakes releasing and a blast of diesel smoke, the bus pulled out of Des Moines, heading west again on Interstate-80 ultimately bound for Denver. I’d boarded late that morning in Chicago, and now, as evening approached, we were once again rolling westward… at least until the next small town with a Greyhound Bus stop required another detour. As strange as it might sound, I love riding the bus – or, more accurately I suppose, I despise flying; the cramped conditions,...

Straight Sex
3 years ago
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NonFiction Train

I should be ashamed. But I’m not. It’s been six months since it happened; and up until now, I’ve kept my mouth shut. Now, I’ve chosen to be bold. Why? Well, it’s my resolution for 2015: to hell with what people think. I resolved to chase my worries with an imaginary lick of salt and a virtual shot of Patron, throwing all inhibitions over my shoulder. (Yes, I’m still trying to convince myself; it’s a work in progress.) By the way, this is a true story – hence the declarations. Some may condemn...

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