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Size Matters

Size Matters By Cal Y. Pygia I like to shock people. If I had the talent, I'd be a horror writer or a director of horror movies, and I'd go for the jugular every time. But I'm not particularly talented. I can't write. I can't direct. I can't sculpt or paint. I can't act or sing or dance. When it comes to talent, I'm severely handicapped. God's gifts to me are of another kind. I am beautiful. Gorgeous, really. I say this with all humility, for it is God's gift to me; I did...

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Size Matters

It didn't end well. But the journey wasn't without its highlights. I had dated Carol, the ex, for nearly five years before we married. We had met in high school. I had reservations about marrying her, which is, I suppose, common. But she had raised (practically) several nieces and nephews and, having come from a large family, could cook great for such a young woman. She deplored that her brothers cheated on her sister in laws. And she was HOT. Compact and curvy in all the right places,...

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Size matters a short tail

As a healthy woman I have had no qualms whatsoever about sex, race, age, size, and looks, have never entered the equation, just the penis into my vagina, because it's what I wanted at that moment in time.What most men want to know is what is the biggest cock you have ever rode. Well that is a double-edged question, because 'Big' for a woman is either length or breadth.For me personally, breadth wins hands down, as the fulfillment feeling makes for a great orgasm, as your vaginal muscles grip...

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ButtCrack

Some chick’s buttcrack was hanging out in front of me at the grocery store this morning as she grabbed something off the bottom shelf. She’d gone through a lot of trouble to mask up to prevent the spread of COVID but seemed to make no effort to halt that subtle spread of her cheeks as she squatted low, her booty cleavage exposed to me, and any other voyeur who happened to be around. I reached for my phone to snap a souvenir, but by the time I pulled it from my pocket, the young hottie had stood...

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Size MattersChapter 3

The following Friday a largish teenager asked to speak with me privately. "As you can tell, I'm somewhat big up top. I have always bought my bras at that well known department store and have never been happy with how they feel. By the end of the day my back aches and my boobs are usually sore." "Yes, you need the right fit and the right material as well as extra support. We have several bra lines to choose from that would do the job right for you. I would recommend Aviana. Most bra...

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Size Matters

It's been said that necessity is the mother of invention. That may be true, but in a lot of cases, it's just plain dumb luck, as in this case. I have, I think, inadvertently stumbled upon a new way to get laid. Granted it will never be one-hundred-per-cent effective but at least it worked once, and that's a hell of a lot higher success rate than most of things I`ve tried over the years. But first let me bore you with some background. The millions of dollars the government spent on AIDS...

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Little Arab Buttercup part four

These are the tales of my little Arab buttercup. My Aisha, now Annie. Having brought her out of Africa, so to speak, we had settled into American life. Working in Silicon Valley was good work for me. And with my well paid job my buttercup could spend her days writing and learning to be a good American. She loved it here. She also loved me. More than anything in the world. I had rescued her from a life she had hated and never wanted to think of again. Now we had moved on in our relationship. I...

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Every Vote Matters Featuring Hayley Williams

If you're under 18, do not read this story. F/M, F/F/MHayley Williams tries to get more people to vote... The crowd. It gave Hayley a sense of happiness that she usually only got on stage. However, this was different. This was important to not only her but the world.Election day was ten days away and with all the stuff going on around the country that disgusted her, Hayley was very motivated not only to vote but to volunteer as well. It seemed that her friend, and fellow singing sensation,...

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Butterscotch

"I ordered butterscotch," she said, in a voice that sounded like she was unaccustomed to speaking over the meaningless noise of other people. It was a refined, educated voice but it was a voice that gave the impression that its possessor might have been more comfortable communicating in whispers. An English voice; not remarkable in London, and certainly pleasant to listen to with its warm, soft and almost timid tone. "I’m sorry, I’ll just change that for you," replied the waiter then...

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Butterscotch Part 1

  “I ordered butterscotch,” she said, in a voice that sounded like she was unaccustomed to speaking over the meaningless noise of other people. It was a refined, educated voice but it was a voice that gave the impression that its possessor might have been more comfortable communicating in whispers. An English voice, not remarkable in London , and certainly pleasant to listen to with its warm, soft and almost timid tone.   “I’m sorry, I’ll just change that for you,” replied the waiter then...

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Butterscotch Part 1

  “I ordered butterscotch,” she said, in a voice that sounded like she was unaccustomed to speaking over the meaningless noise of other people. It was a refined, educated voice but it was a voice that gave the impression that its possessor might have been more comfortable communicating in whispers. An English voice; not remarkable in London , and certainly pleasant to listen to with its warm, soft and almost timid tone.   “I’m sorry, I’ll just change that for you,” replied...

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The Debutante

The Debutante Janet Stickney [email protected] When I was 16 I bought my first formal. It was all white, floor length, with a sweetheart neckline and puffy cap sleeves. It cost me almost $200, but it was worth it simply because it was mine. I tried it on in my room and then hung it in the basement among all of the other dresses that were there. My name is Jeff Grant, I'm 17 now, a short skinny guy with no girlfriend or even many boy friends. A serious student,...

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Doing the Debutante

Chapter 1: Meeting Judy This sexy incident occurred one summer when Tom was a cadet at the Air Force Academy. He'd finished up his junior year and the Air Force had sent him to an Air Force base in the Midwest part of the country for a period of four weeks. Before the dozen or so Air Force Academy cadets had departed from the Academy for their summer tours, an organizer for a debutante ball at the base where they would be had contacted them and asked if they would be willing to serve as...

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Painsluts of Buttermilk Falls

ONE "You see, Entworth, I saw you last night at the PainCafe, when you were hitting that girl's breasts....she was tied down, her hands were, and you kept, like thrashing her with that wire thing." Jinx O'Casey smiled at Entworth beseechingly. ? Entworth's swarthy face?stared at Jinx through his prescription sunglasses, his copy of "Soap Opera Digest" forgotten. "You-you aren't here about my share of the rent?" He tried to look matter of fact, but this was an extreme relief. ? Jinx shook her...

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Little Arab ButtercupChapter 4

These are the tales of my little Arab buttercup. My Aisha, now Annie. Having brought her out of Africa, so to speak, we had settled into American life. Working in Silicon Valley was good work for me. And with my well paid job my buttercup could spend her days writing and learning to be a good American. She loved it here. She also loved me. More than anything in the world. I had rescued her from a life she had hated and never wanted to think of again. Now we had moved on in our relationship. I...

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Star Trek Endurance

The United Federation of Planets stands for peace, prosperity, progress, and understanding for all member races. Backed by the security and scientific support of Starfleet, it’s an alliance of high-minded ideologies and aspirations, dedicated to exploring the boundaries of space and promoting coexistence with other lifeforms. To seek out new life and new civilizations… You’re the captain of a spaceship in this boldly-going setting, but your main interest in seeking out new life is all about...

3 years ago

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An Office Game of Endurance

The moment I see you across the room, my heart speeds up and I get a moist feeling between my legs. Images of our first encounter fly through my mind as I thought more imaginative things we would be doing had this meeting never been scheduled. Catching my eyes, you wink over everyone around us, a sly smile accompanying such a hot look. I feel like laughing, knowing you’re doing it all to throw me off kilter. Deciding to join your game, I glace around quickly before pulling the front of my...

1 year ago

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Endurance Test Fail

Mark sat on the bed bent over tying his shoes. He looked up as Jenny came in with her long blonde hair hanging free and wearing a white tank top and yellow running shorts. "Hey babe," she said in a broken English with a German accent. "Want to play?" "I'm afraid to ask," he said. "I want to sit on your face." "Again?" "Yes!" she said excitedly. "Again." "I'm not sure," he said. "Take off your clothes and lie down for me," she said as a demand as much as a...

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Endurance Predator

Tax woke with a rumbling belly, sixteen inches of hard cock, and a serious need to fly. These three things were all somewhat related, but Tax had never been a strong believer in doing things before he absolutely needed to do them. He knew that several of his nestmates saw that as being lazy. He saw it as being frugal. They darted about the mountain peaks, swooping down and preying on anything that they met, and what did it get them? They were hungry as often as he was, and far more tired. Just...

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Endurance Test Pass

Mark sat on the bed bent over tying his shoes. He looked up as Jenny came in with her long blonde hair hanging free and wearing a white tank top and yellow running shorts. "Hey babe," she said in a broken English with a German accent. "Want to play?" "I'm afraid to ask," he said. "I want to sit on your face." "Again?" "Yes!" she said excitedly. "Again." "I'm not sure," he said. "Take off your clothes and lie down for me," she said as a demand as much as a...

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The Camp Endurance Family Relocation Center

My name is Ken Griffin. I am a 36 year-old man who has a 8.1 CAP score. I started out in Billings, Montana, the day the Sa’arm attacked it. I had been supervising several women’s shelters for the state of Montana in the city of Billings. It was a good job for a retired Marine captain. I was not disabled, but my tour in Iraq, and the damage I had, made enlisting or being conscripted into the EDF impossible. Walking a few hundred yards I could do comfortably. Walking ten miles though was out of...

2 years ago

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Little Arab Buttercup part two

All had gone as planned. I had been able to secretly and discretely get my little buttercup out of her Northern Africa country. I had simply made very special plans with a French smuggler in the port. We knew who all the players were at the consulate. We kept track. We sometimes used them for missions that were not quite kosher, so to speak. I was good friends with the CIA operative in the consulate. His title was Secretary of something or other, but we all knew his mission here. And we had...

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Butterfly Beach X Seasons or Dance of the Butterflies

Autumn.Eventually, I felt the need to feel the sun and the wind once more, and ventured to the surface, accompanied by my alien lover, Isshu.  It was nighttime, and the air was brisk upon my naked flesh.  I could not remember the last time I bothered to cover my nakedness – the memory was as distant as that of my life before this island. Paris and London had become places in barely remembered stories. I remembered my companions, of course, especially Em. I contented myself with the knowledge...

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Size Matters

It started like any Saturday night.The guys came over to watch the game and my girlfriend (soon to be fiancé), Emma, catered the event. There was always plenty of beer and snacks; of course, Emma was looking mighty tasty herself. I don’t know if she dressed up for these occasions on purpose but this night, in particular, she had gone over the top – she was wearing a tight black dress that seemed casual yet sexy at the same time. It accentuated the movements of her already curvaceous body. I...

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Size Matters Control Shatters

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Drama in Buttermilk Falls

GID'S REUNION Gideon??Reinicke and his sister Kate had quite a reunion It was a yearly thing at this point, but they always both looked forward to it.! He'd picked her up at the airport, and taken her to lunch, and they'd discussed old times, and Kate's art gallery, and of course Gideon's practice as?the most prominent?allergist in Buttermilk Falls. ? Kate had asked Gid over lunch whether there were any romantic prospects in his life. "You know, I know you must be lonely, Gideon, are you...

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The Tutor of Buttermilk Falls

THE TUTOR OF BUTTERMILK FALLSONE Alfred Nemirow rubbed his throbbing dick tentatively, and gave Fanchon an imploring look. His wife of?three years was impervious to such looks,but Alf tried anyway. He looked down at the steaming Starbucks cup, and then checked? the mirrors of the Mitsubishi Galant...was anyone looking? ? God knows no one wanted to catch Kissler Systems's head Accounting and Financial Recruiter commiting an act of obscenity right outside the damn office...even if he was with his...

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The Debutante

The Debutante Timmy had been suspended from school for the second time. Ever since he had reached puberty he had been in trouble in some way. His mother was at her wits' end. This time she was determined to do something about it. She sent him to his room immediately and poured herself a drink to calm down a bit. What could she do? She did not want him to turn to a life of crime. She loved her son and since her husband's death it had been very difficult. If she had a daughter it might...

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Little Arab Buttercup part three

My little Arab buttercup, Aisha, had been married to me for over a year now. I found work with a civilian contractor for the military. My technical and computer training in the army gave me the knowledge and experience they needed there in Silicon Valley. We were living about thirty minutes away from my job. Aisha preferred to be called Annie now. She was completely westernized in every way. She always spoke English, and had become fluent. She was so fluent that she had started writing in...

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Butterscotch Part 5 new edit

The last one had come the night before, at the close of our remarkable evening at Creatrice. She had informed me that we were to visit her grandmother at her home in the country to celebrate the old lady’s birthday. Quite a contrast between a Gothic sex club in inner London to the cottage of a grand old dame in the English countryside. Tamsin had told me very little about her grandmother except that she was called Ariadne and that this was her seventy-fifth birthday. That Ariadne had...

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Butterscotch Part 5

Diverting her attention momentarily from the road, Tamsin smiled at me. I had seen that smile before; it was full of comfort and reassurance. Not that I needed to be reassured but life with Tamsin was full of surprises and it had become increasingly obvious to me that she felt she always needed to prepare me for the next one. The last one had come the night before, at the close of our remarkable evening at Creatrice. She had informed me that we were to visit her grandmother at her home in...

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Butterscotch Part 5 The House of Ariadne

Diverting her attention momentarily from the road, Tamsin smiled at me . I had seen that smile before, it was full of comfort and reassurance. Not that I needed to be reassured but life with Tamsin was full of surprises and it had become increasingly obvious to me that she felt she always needed to prepare me for the next one.The last one had come the night before, at the close of our remarkable evening at Creatrice. She had informed me that we were to visit her grandmother at her home in the...

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Butterscotch Part 5 The House of Ariadne

  Diverting her attention momentarily from the road, Tamsin smiled at me . I had seen that smile before; it was full of comfort and reassurance. Not that I needed to be reassured but life with Tamsin was full of surprises and it had become increasingly obvious to me that she felt she always needed to prepare me for the next one.The last one had come the night before, at the close of our remarkable evening at Creatrice. She had informed me that we were to visit her grandmother at her home in the...

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Butterscotch Part 3

Friday 6:30 pm   Drinks with the lads was great; a weekly rite of relaxation and male bonding. But all good things should come to an end. Not that the employees of   the respected law firm of Marmaduke, Daintree and Partners ever let their Friday drinking get out of hand, but the time inevitably came to call it a day and to say good night.   After the lads had bid me goodbye, I stepped out into the street and headed home. The evening was calm and mild by London standards and I dropped into...

3 years ago

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Tribute Tales O Tempora O Mores

Short fiction seems particularly suited to the absence of resolution. Leaving us without the comfort of conclusion, or at least the sense of it, is often a story’s most effective tool for making sure it gets prime real estate inside our brains. Some of my favorite stories take particular delight in doing little more than drawing the reader in and engaging them, then walking away. Paolo Bacigalupi’s ‘The Fluted Girl,’ available online, is a great example of this. Even stories that present a...

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Chez Amore

Chez Amore.The name shined in framed cursive lights over the new small restaurant in the Business District of San Francisco. A small walkway of lights led right up to the doorway. Inside had a sleek modern look with round booth tables, low dim lighting and a black, white and red aesthetic. It was a Friday evening around 7:30 pm. Usually, the restaurant would be packed with businessmen and women but thanks to the extreme cold weather this evening, the restaurant was mostly empty.The only people...

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Little Arab Buttercup part one

It was after midnight and the weather was hot and sticky this close to the sea. I was moving through the dark alleys of a city in the north of Africa. A very Arab country, and I was an American soldier attached to the local consulate. I should not have been out like this, alone and unprotected. But I had a mission to complete. One that was personal. No one could know I was here, especially my superiors.  I had seen her several weeks before in the local bazaar. She wasn't alone, of course, but I...

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Little Arab ButtercupChapter 2

All had gone as planned. I had been able to secretly and discretely get my little buttercup out of her Northern Africa country. I had simply made very special plans with a French smuggler in the port. We knew who all the players were at the consulate. We kept track. We sometimes used them for missions that were not quite kosher, so to speak. I was good friends with the CIA operative in the consulate. His title was Secretary of something or other, but we all knew his mission here. And we had...

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Little Arab ButtercupChapter 3

My little Arab buttercup, Aisha, had been married to me for over a year now. I found work with a civilian contractor for the military. My technical and computer training in the army gave me the knowledge and experience they needed there in Silicon Valley. We were living about thirty minutes away from my job. Aisha preferred to be called Annie now. She was completely westernized in every way. She always spoke English, and had become fluent. She was so fluent that she had started writing in...

2 years ago

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The butchers meat sales

The butcher’s meat sales Author: RotnebSynopsis: Camilla were drawn into the weekly States Meat Lottery and had to follows the rules for human pigs.The story is only fantasyThe legal State Lottery- Then you are also within the meat lottery, Karen? - Yes, unfortunately I got my lottery ticket yesterday, as my 19 birthday gift from the State. I have been waiting for the lottery ticket, but I got a shock when I receive it. - It is not surprising to you. All we girls between 19 and 21 years are...

3 years ago

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Ma Butchers BoysChapter 6 Family Reunion

Ma put down the telephone receiver and smiled a hard, cruel, smile. Her two sons, Patrick and Spike, looked up hopefully from where they sat slumped over the kitchen table. It was early morning, an hour before dawn. They had been awake all night. Ever since Katrina Outhwaite had escaped from the room with the big brass bed, they had been frantically searching the roads north and south of the Butcher's pig-farm, without success. "That was the, Sheriff Bud Jansen," she said. "The kid made...

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Ma Butchers BoysChapter 7 Slaughternight Eve

Ten days after Katrina's abortive attempt at escape, the Outhwaites were beginning to accept their fate. They were becoming resigned to being drudges by day and sex-slaves by night and, for that matter, any other time Ma Butcher or her sons wanted to satisfy some sexual whim. Their diet of oatmeal and water, occasionally supplemented by scraps from the heavily laden plates of the Butcher's had much to do with the steady decline in the Outhwaites' morale. The real "killer", however, was...

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Love Is The Only Thing That Matters

Love Is The Only Thing That Matters By Troy When I first changed, love was the last thing on my mind. However, life has a strange way of showing you the right path. I'm getting ahead of my life. Let me tell you my story. Now when you see my body, you note an attractive, young, Hispanic female. That's not how I started. I was once a burly, white male who was at best average looking. Then I met Carrie. She would be responsible for changing my life forever. She was an angel come...

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Private Matters

Private Matters by Gingerfred Man Chapter One ? Recruited Adults are often puzzled why teenagers are so surly and miserable. Fathers in particular look at their sons and say, "You?re so lucky to be young." What they?re thinking is, "You?re so lucky to be slim, have a hard cock with a quick reload, and be around all that pretty young pussy for you to boff." My dad was right about the slimness and hard cock, but the pussy didn?t seem to be yearning for my boffing. My name is...

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Altered Fates Family Matters

Altered Fates: Family Matters by Bashful bashful47"hotmail.com Jerry Fields was "baching" it tonight. His wife of 5 years was visiting her father for the next couple of days. Elizabeth's father, Harold Bigelow, was Jerry's boss. He owned the manufacturing plant that Jerry managed where they manufactured a variety of household cleaning products such as brooms and mops. Not very exciting but a solid, steady business. Jerry was very young to hold such a lofty position. He had...

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ButtPlug

Reddit ButtPlug, aka r/ButtPlug! I don’t know about you horny mother fuckers, but I could stare at hot chicks with butt plugs up their asses all fucking day. Seeing a little plug up a female’s asshole, imaging how tight it is, and how much tighter it would be if my cock were inside the little brown hole is enough to make my dick get fully erect and jack off right here, right now. Do you think I’m goddamn crazy? Then you’ve never fucked an asshole before!That’s why when I came across...

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Living Next Door to Heaven 157 Rebuttal

Cassie and I had known the basic content of each other's opening argument. We'd been working on them in my bedroom for the past four weeks. We shared information back and forth. I gave her the material that I was sure she would use in her rebuttal. We didn't know the exact content and that bit about the Supreme Court ruling was brilliant. I wasn't sure how I'd rebut that. I figured if I didn't have contradictory evidence, I could divert it into a different channel. We were both...

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Butterscotch Part 3

Drinks with the lads was great; a weekly rite of relaxation and male bonding. But all good things should come to an end. Not that the employees of the respected law firm of Marmaduke, Daintree and Partners ever let their Friday drinking get out of hand, but the time inevitably came to call it a day and to say good night. After the lads had bid me goodbye, I stepped out into the street and headed home. The evening was calm and mild by London standards and I dropped into Lou Lou’s quaint...

3 years ago

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Size Matters

Adam rushed into his room after school. His dick was already straining in his pants. It seemed like it was getting harder and harder to make it through a day of school without jerking off. The young man had taken to blowing a load in the toilet at lunch. Today, he couldn't find an empty stall before the bell rang. The boy dropped his pants wrapped his hand around his four inch dick. He beat it intently as he watched a video of man shoving his ten inch cock up some slut's ass. The whore was...

4 years ago

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Size Matters Control Shatters

By : Amus Hello my name is Sheetal and 37 year’s old housewife and married to Rakesh who is manager in a big firm and my father in law is like a Zamidar of a village and most of his life is spent in our native village and he lives most of the time in village and sometimes both my in laws came in city and resides with us. I have two kids and still my figure is very slim and sexy but my color is bit in dark complexion and my height is 5 ft 6 inches I am going to tell you one very exciting and...

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IBE The Days Of WanderingBaltimore

There is a lot I could say about the Panama Canal. I could mention how it was the largest railroad project ever undertaken. I could mention it was the largest civil engineering project ever contemplated. I could mention the billions of tons of dirt removed to make way for it, or remark on the intricate functions of its numerous locks. But really, while all of this is true, the most amazing part about it is this: It finished ahead of schedule and under budget. We entered this impressive...

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Gina Makes Her Debut

Gina Makes Her Debut By Janis Elizabeth Chapter 1 It was right after the end of Gene and Julie's junior year at college that my little brother's (sister's) fianc?e approached me with a unique request. It seems that every year, the club where her parents are members sponsors a gala ball where the daughters of the members and other sponsored guests make their formal debut to society. The original intent of this presentation was to signify that these young ladies were now actively ...

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Ponyville After Dark Contributors Welcome

Disclaimer The characters, locations, mannerisms, descriptions, expressions, and identity manifests in this story are the property of Hasborough and It's affiliated companies; with the exception of OCs and other original content: the 'owner' of the story, other contributors, and the website on which it is hosted make no claim or challenge, express or implied, to that status. This is a work of derivative fiction intended purely for the enjoyment of the visitors to this website and it's...

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Butchs Bar Slut

Butch's Bar Slut @2019 by Brenda Goodwin I love this bar, Butch thought to himself as he finished another beer. And why shouldn't he. It had everything a Leather Bear could want. Plenty of hot men in leather, and some women as well. A bunch of trans girls and some sissy boys. Loud music and a nice dance floor. And that great private backroom for dungeon play. With the loud music in the main room no one would ever hear your cries in there. Yeah, I'm Butch. Some know me as Rob, but...

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My first buttplug

If you've read any of my stories, you'll know that since I've been divorced, I've been pretty much 100% gay, and for me that means. 100% submissive to real men.I've been humiliated and embarrassed both privately and publicly, and although it can be truly awful at the time, I keep on going back for moreHowever, for all the dominant men that have used me, and many have been on a regular basis, none of them have ever left me with a buttplug inserted.This is something I have desired for sometime...

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Moms Cum Tribute III

“Are you busy sweetie? Do you have time for another cum tribute?” I gave her a smile which said, ‘I am always ready.’ “Good, I have something I would like to try out, maybe make your tribute even better.” She gave me a naughty smile before revealing what she had behind her back. She had a bag in one hand and her smartphone in the other. My mom placed the bag down on my bed, then she tapped away at her phone, my tablet buzzed, so I knew she just sent me another photo that she wanted me to...

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Mhul The Butcher

Laden with bottles of wine, empty cups, and snacks, the rough wooden tray thumped down heavily on the tavern table. One of the cups bounced, balanced precariously on its edge a second, then toppled. Prince M'hul cast a reproachful look at the harried Innkeeper, but the busy man was off waiting on another table. "The quality of the service personnel in the Kingdom leaves a lot to be desired!" the Prince boomed, loudly enough to be heard several tables away. The second man at the table...

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Butch Fucks Us Both

At every meeting, my wife’s steady lover Butch brings two or three new men, and one young, sixteen-year-old virgin boy. They always allow this boy to have at her first after they’ve warmed her up. It’s a thrill to watch a naked young boy crawl all over her and get his first fuck, but sometimes the boy is shy and can’t perform in front of the group of other men.On those occasions, she takes him by the hand and leads him into an adjacent room. She sucks his cock to get him hard and then helps him...