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Dr Bio and his experiments(extreme,body mod,rough,teen,preg) -by stHell66 A story of horror and violence, beware! a doctor and his uncontrolled lust of violent rapes. A warning to the reader. You have been warned-ah ah aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh About a psychopath doctor practicing medicine, doing surgery's on helpless teen girls. The cries of the hapless teenage a scream that could be heard thru the asylium. As Dr Bio bites into the moist teen breast, ripe to be bit. The...
This is Ram name changed and hear is the story which held a year back with my bio teacher and I am 5.8 height and athletic body as this is my first story if there is any mistake please forgive me. I am from south India that is Tamil nadu, Coimbatore and this incident happened when doing my +2 as I was a average student in class and poor in my biology. I was asked to come for the tuition to my bio mam Vijitha name changed sorry forgot to tell about her she is a typical Indian woman who covers...
Hello all ISS readers, I am a frequent reader of this site and have enjoyed the stories. Now I am publishing my own personal experience which I had with my bio teacher. Her name is Sohini, she is a very sweet and sexy teacher. I was a good student and concentrated well in every class. All teachers were happy with me. In bio I used to have some difficulties and my teacher always helped me out. This happened in class 10. My teacher was a very hot and had perfect shaped boobs. They were round and...
Dear reader: I hope you like this story. Your comments are cheerfully appreciated! Louie In The Sky (With Petticoats) By Spinner Copyright 2000 "Maybe it'll be an Olympic sport someday," Lou said with a grin. "Now you're just being silly," Bonnie replied, a coy smile on her face. "Blanket toss is just something my friends and I like to do to pass the time. You ought to try it someday. I know you'd get a charge out of it." "Well, at the risk of sounding like a chicken --...
Hi doston main Rahul apni pehali kahani yahan aap logon k saath share karney ja raha hu koi mistake ya galti ho jaye to maaf kariye mai 25 saal ka hun aur mujhe sex fantasy me bahut interest hai ye kahani jo Main aap logon ko sunaney ja raha hun ye meri aur meri bio teacher k saath hui sex ghatna pe aadharit iskey sabhi paatra asli hai jiska kisi aur k saath koi sambandh nahi hai ye us samay ki baat hai jab mai 12th std me padta Tha bachpan se hi choot k liye deewana tha aur bf to khoob pasand...
By : Praveen_singhbs Hello everybody. I am regular reader of ISS and all stories have motivated me to share a true incident which happened recently one week before. I am Praveen Kumar a pharmacy student of Bangalore. I am 6 feet, athletic and muscular body and I am very proud that I have a strong and long Lund. Its 9 inch long once erected and 3 inch in diameter. Now let me describe my bio chemistry professor. She is Vidhya, may be in early 30’s, very fare, 5 feet 9 inch tall, and very sexy...
So friends if u were waiting for the next part here it’s for u. before u read this story read my other story to get the ultimate enjoyment of this story till now u must have read how I was enjoying with her and she was my bio teacher and from few days she was my sex teacher too . while playing the game of sex I would do what was told to me by her to do her each move today was Sending current in whole of my body my each never had gushed with extra blood each hair on arms legs were standing a...
Hi friends me lovecandy so i was in class 10th and enjoying sex with Riya whenever I got a chance and she too had started liking being fucked by me though she never let me remove her kamij v used to only fuck only my penis and pussy . one day while playing I happened to have a fall and broke my left hand elbow and left leg knee so could not go to school for three months. I was a good student and a long distance runner and a very good student as it was my board exams year so my parents were...
This all began on the first day of school when I saw my gorgeous Bio for the first time. She was one of the hottest women I've ever seeen. With a flawless body which consisted of perfect tits(C-Cupped I guess) and a cute round ass that wiggled a bit every time she walked. If my conclusions were correct she was in her mid 30's and looked just like a pornstar. She could have easily modelled for PLAYBOY if she wanted to. I was often distracted by her lovely breasts in class and found it hard to...
EroticGreen Acres 4: Petticoat Junction Sans Petticoats Produced by Jay Sommers [1965-71] Parodied by Ron Dow75 The man with the distinguished gray hair and fluttering tres chic yellow silk nightgown with white silk peignoir pulled up on the handle of the railroad handcar with both strong arms, while the small woman just a few years older than his sixty, in sky blue linen knee-length dress and jacket with short white- trimmed sleeves and rounded corners pushed down, propelling them...
The incident took place when I was in 12th std… My biology teacher Manju was very beautiful and damn sexy. She was about 24years old and not married. She had very big breasts. Her breasts were so big that her bra, blouse and saree could not hide it. It was protruding. When taking classes I used to watch her breasts and navel. I used to dream of fucking her. One day, after the class I was standing down the stairs. I saw Manju coming down. but on the stairs she got slipped and she fell down. As I...
Much of what I will talk about is the story that appeared in Time Magazine which also made the federal government "close up" the beach. I will talk about one item the reporters either never learned about or wouldn't report in a "family" magazine. What the magazine did talk about was the new "trend" towards nudism in the US. This was in 1975. Things haven't changed much in the last thirty years. If you want to practice nudity you can do it easily in resorts and camp grounds all...
People keep asking me the question if I am the Cathy Cook that Keith, the author of the Surfside series, was writing about. I think of "Letter to readers" as a love letter to me personally that we wanted to share with our readers. Also I was the author of the two comments at the bottom, numbers 6 and 11, that have my name attached. This was not a hack by someone like Keith to make me, the character in the story, look real. I think we both love each other though our romance has more...
For those who care to read it, here is a short story, or extended bio of myself. Some can relate, some can't, some may be curious. Everybody has a story. Here's a small highlight of mine...Some of my very earliest memories include being more interested in my mom and sister's clothing than my own. I have a very vague memory of when I was 5 or 6, parading around the house wearing my mother's panties while she, my dad, and my sister (almost 6 years older) all laughed and called me a sissy....
Two years have past for me after leaving the small town just outside Law Vegas where I was working for peanuts at a strip club. I met a few good friends there, one of which moved to Vegas with me. I have established myself in one of the clubs at Caesars place with some help of a few contacts I made before leaving my other job. It's a lot different out here. Money flows like wine and if you have a nice body and a pussy, you can make all you want. My kind of town. I have met a lot of celebrities...
thanks guys for 2493 Likes i hope u liked my story part -1 kyunki yeh Gita sach mein maal hai sorry for the repeat . so as per gift if u want to ask anything about me or Gita ma’am message me on . so she kissed me but i said nahi maam mana ki i like you but yeh achha nahi hai . she removed her dupatta and opened her suit buttons i went to her and said ma’am main apke saath sex krna chahta aur sabhi bacche class kebhi . she was shocked and punished me to shave my armpits as a ladka armpits hair...
Married Into Petticoats a story by Prim Chapter One: Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue Simon Barber reached the top step behind Veronica and felt utterly flat. Surely his wedding day should be brighter than this: returning to his mother-in-law's house, carrying her coat over his arm as he waited for her to open the front door. He turned to see his new bride on her phone at the car. His wonderful Monica, together at last... although it...
Leslie in Petticoats by Jenny Leeds For Nan Gilbert, with heartfelt appreciation of her pioneering effort. Chapter 1 Mrs. Chard and Mrs. Argentina got along famously from the first time they met. Both ladies were divorced; both bitter about their former husbands; both in their early thirties; both with thirteen-year-old sons. They had each inherited more than enough riches to remain idle and indulge themselves in their discontent. They were tall, elegant women....
"I'll walk home, don't worry about me!" "Go ahead, I want to stretch out my legs!" Teddy, the hero Hulkling, mumbled to himself as he strode down the streets of New York. The hero has come off of a long day of heroism; stopping bank robbers and helping old ladies cross the street, the usual suspects for a lower tier hero like him. On days like this, he often opted to walking home, rather than fly, because it made him feel more... 'human'. Well, as human as a kree-skrull hybrid could feel. The...
New York. The dead of night. Through the night air, a dark shape swung through the city. It hurled its arm forward, a rope of webbing flying from its wrist to the nearest building. Once secure, it swung down low before it threw its other arm forward, releasing another strand that allowed it to continue its journey. If anyone were to see the web-slinging silhouette, they'd most likely assume it was none other than the city's most famous resident. The menace of New York as the papers...
It had spent millions of years hurling thru space till it landed in the water of this blue planet and bonded to a life form. It needs a host to survive in an active state. The one it had bonded with was known as Peter Parker/Spiderman. But few knew him by the last name. His life had been lonely for many years. His friends were few as was the number of his mates. He desired more, but didn't have the mind set and powers to do it. He wished for control over his life as well. These were the deep...
Ile du Levant American nudists have an inferiority complex. We all know the real action is in Europe. I discovered that most European nudists don't even think of themselves as nudists, just normal people who sunbathe nude. What a difference from the USA! Most of us here on the Western side of the "pond" speak of Ile du Levant as if it were Camelot, once upon a time... Yet over there where you can go to the island for a day's visit most people don't even seem to know about...
It's your first year as a grad student at the University. Since you're new you've been stuck with the more undesirable lab teaching assignments, namely freshman Biology. One of your sections is the evening lab, which no one wanted but you've found works well with your schedule. And at least spring semester is almost over, with finals happening the following week. As you're about the start tonight's lab, one of your students raises her hand. "John, are you going to let us know what our labs...
The strip club was getting old to me. Same old shit night after night. The only good thing was the money. I gave up on the Russia dude. Something about him I didn't like. He seemed to controlling. Maybe I need to take a trip to the Vegas strip and see what's up there. It's got to be better then the place I was at. All the bikers and tobacco chewing rednecks is starting to be to much. I got to the club around noonish I guess. Picked up my money I had in my locker and set at the bar to count it....
After the hot shower, I felt so much better. Of course the orgasm help a lot. I Dried my hair and realized i had no clean clothes. I sure didnt want to put on my clothes from last night with all the sweat and alcohol smell. I walked back in the living room where Amber was now fixing a fruit salad for breakfast, although it was already almost noon. "I've got a problem Amber" I told her. She came from behind the kitchen counter and put her hands on her hips and laughingly stated."I should say so,...
It was closing time. All the crowd field out of the club. All of us dancers dragged our tried ass back stage to get dressed and count our money. My feet were killing me. Im not much on wearing heels and wearing them for eight hours was almost more then I could stand.Once backstage, I flopped down on one of the sofas and took of my heels to rub my feet. The other girls were joking around about some of the men that they met and counting there money. I was to tired to do that. I took what money I...
I stood there, looking over the crowd. Looking for a target. Every strip club has its regulars that come in often and most have a particular girl that they like to be entertained by. I had three but I didn't see them anywhere. Sen girls have sugar daddy's that they see outside the club. They have things bought for them. One girl has her own apartment and car, paid by her sugar daddy. I hate to think what all she has to do to keep the money coming. I don't think I would want to be "owned" as we...
After six months of serving drinks to a bunch of perverts, I finally moved up to dancer. For me, working in a "gentlemen's " club was exciting. I had always loved for men to Google and lust over me. I loved showing off my body. Working with very attractive girls was even more of a reason I liked it. Two weeks into my new position and I was catching on well. Taking my clothes off on a stage was very exciting and turned me on like nothing I have ever done. Being on stage was like advertising what...
I started out working in a gentleman's club (strip club) as a cocktail waitress. A friend of mine worked there and hooked me up with an interview. Two days later I was hired. I never was one to work fast food joints or the mall..yulk. I had finished collage but hadn't found work yet so I wanted to give this a try. After all, serving men drinks while walking around in barely nothing had quite an appeal to me. I always was one for showing off my body and making cocks hard. But first a little...
Name: Mikhail MinkiSpecies: HumanAge: 19Gender: MaleClass: White mageHair colour: BlackEye colour: GreenSexual Orientation: BisexualInfo: Born in a lower class family in the castle town of Alaban. Mikail's father died in battle when he was but a lad, leaving his mother alone to raise him. As a result, Mikhail is a bit on the feminine side, even becoming a white mage which is a proffesion dominated by women. Mikhail was a natural genius at white magic, earning the respect and losing his...
My name is Abu. I am 23 yrs old, I am from Coimbatore a city in Tamil Nadu if any females want to have sex chat or secret sex pls contact me secrecy is maintained my mail id is This story happened when I was in 12th STD. I am usually attracted towards beautiful and sexy ladies with big boobs. I am more attracted towards their boobs and navels. I was a virgin till my 12th STD. My first sexual encounter with my biology teacher. Her name is Manju (name changed). She was 25 yrs old and was...
I never dated much in high school, but I related to, and became friends easily with girls. I wasn't totally feminine physically, but my brain was. Guys disgusted me when they would talk about girls as if they were peices of meat, bragging about sex they probably never even had. To me that was gross and I never liked hearing it. I've always been a 50/50 balance of both feminine and masculine. I love several sports, fooling around under the hood of an old car, guns, mowing the lawn, and handy-man...
Sunday, May 7 to Wednesday, May 31, 2006 (Continued) In describing the results of Dodge-Gate, I put the events of the preceding chapters first because they were the most visible events, and because they were also the necessary first step in something my families were much more focused on: the presumed death of Mark Anderson. What I'll simply call the "Parents' Strategy" was mostly Vanessa's work, resulting from a great deal of thinking that she'd been doing. After she'd developed her...
Sunday, May 7 to Wednesday, May 31, 2006 (Continued) And then for the coup de grâce: the girls went on the Oprah Show. Once the public believed how amazing Mark Anderson had been, Julia had sent an idea for a show and some supporting material to Oprah, who'd leaped at the chance; or as Julia thought of it, "swallowed the bait". Julia, Carol, Donna, Ava, Alexis, Pat, Katelin and several other girls were flown to Chicago, where Oprah's show is recorded. None of the Target Girls went...
Mideast tensions were at an all-time high--which was saying a lot. Every major Western government issued warnings about potential terrorist attacks. It was serious enough that the U.S. government actually sent troops to patrol the borders to keep terrorists out. They also doubled security at the airports and inspected every single ship that arrived in our ports and every cargo container they carried. What they hadn’t counted on were more than a thousand terrorists willing to die painful,...
Stacey, Pam, Vickie, Diane, and I snuck into the dorms and crept up four flights of stairs, finding no guards posted. Quiet laughter drifted through the partially open door to the hallway where we were. They had pistols but weren’t expecting a full-scale military assault to come bursting through the door. Wisely, when it did, they left the pistols untouched. Seeing five guys and seventeen girls sitting comfortably together, all with a pistol nearby told me everything I needed to know. “I...
Carla was in and out of the office all morning, both guiding the installation and helping Maria, the young woman working the Avenger sensor package. That afternoon, they worked with Chaquanda, a young black woman. They taught her to control the sensor package while Brenda worked with one of our pilots-in-training, showing her how to fly the Avenger. By late afternoon, they landed the Avenger and then they crashed on the bunks they had brought into the office on the other side of mine from...
It was a late morning in early October when our road sensors went off for the twenty-fifth time. The rest had been individuals and small groups escaping their captors or simply looking for greener pastures. One coed group of ten stopped at the Oregon Border and called us or we might never have known they were there. They were all on horseback with horses pulling three wooden wagons of supplies and I don’t think their wagons would have set off the road sensors. I guess the metal in their...
When the troops were all ashore, they began unloading equipment. The two Blackhawks started up and flew ashore. While the four tanks drove off the ship to the dock from the modified lower deck hatch, one Blackhawk flew cover while the other went in search of the first group. One tank was left alongside the ship and ten guards were left aboard to guard the women. The previous group had left signs spray-painted in Arabic along the route to their compound. Finding the compound empty and signs...
Like many parts of the military, the biological weapons division was designed with the hope it would never have to be used. The goal was deterrence of any enemies who might think it a good idea to unleash -- or threaten to unleash -- a biological weapon. While a scientist could understand this, at another level it meant their life’s work was most likely going to be useless. Now, everything had changed. There was a biological weapon at loose in the world, and it was now their job to cure the...
The world was in turmoil. The inability to achieve orgasm was bad enough, but that hunger for sex was terrible. Infected people were instructed to pair up and have sex when they felt the urge. Where the ratios weren’t perfect a man could satisfy several women or vice versa. Nuns and monks could be celibate no more. Where same-sex groups got infected, a few people of the opposite sex would be recruited to meet their needs. In the early days, when the forty-seven men on an oil platform started...
“Hi, honey,” said Jim as he came in the back door. “Oh, glad you’re here,” said his wife Louise, kissing him. She hitched up her dress, pulled her panties down and leaned forward over the kitchen table. Jim pulled his pants and underpants down to free his rigid cock, mounted his wife from the rear and thrust in. “Oooo ... Aahhhhhh ... Mmmmmm...” they groaned and moaned. “One, two three ... Aaaaahhhhhh!” Jim felt the satisfaction of orgasm, though he didn’t ejaculate, of course. Just...
When Amanda was really little no one ever talked about sex. Then when she was seven everyone was all upset about sex and talked about it a lot. Then they got less upset but it didn’t disappear. Instead they started having sex in public. She had seen people having sex for years now. She had looked up to the three lovely Shaw girls next door, hoping she might grow up to be like them. But then they came over a lot and had sex with her two big brothers. She still kind of looked up to them, but it...
Dr. James Shaw was proud of what he had created. Most people had a healthy sexual appetite, but no one felt any compulsion to have sex. Masturbation to a modest orgasm was easy and satisfying for both sexes. Sex was practically guaranteed to be pleasurable. No foreplay was required. The encounter ended with an orgasm for both of them whenever either party had had enough, though the “One, two, three...” technique meant you had the satisfaction of giving your partner a big orgasm instead of a...
Chapter 8 - Transformations In the days following our extraordinary adventures at the Holmstead’s, Paul and I, apparently sexually satiated for awhile, settled back into the quintessential Florida lifestyle – late, leisurely breakfasts on the lanai, afternoon cycling along beautiful trails, especially those from Port Charlotte, through Venice nearly to Sarasota, or kayaking the broad local canals, creeks and rivers. Evenings we made love, casually in the lanai, on the pool deck,...
On Thursday, they sat at the kitchen table and ate a simple meal of pan-fried pork chops with mild salsa. Green beans with melted pepperjack and a sprinkling of fried onions and seasoned pepper. Mashed potatoes with a hint of garlic, and Cajun seasoning. John and Mary had rediscovered the joy of shared dinner, now every Thursday, a Date Night. Each had favorites, and their own specialties. John prepared tonight. They dressed for supper -- sometimes casual, sometimes outrageous...
I reached down and retrieved my shorts from the floor and tugged the frayed fabric up my legs and nestled the crotch seam firmly between my buut cheeks, the thin strip of material barely covering my incredibly stretched hole. "I am really thirsty, can we go in and get sodas?"I looked over at my new friend still kneeling, staring at the garage floor with a slightly glassy look in her eyes, a mixture of cum and spit glistening on her lips and chin."You ok Julie?" I asked. She looked up at me and...
Tyler was frustrated. He sat in his upscale loft looking around at all the clutter that had been accumulating for months. His place wasn’t really that dirty, but it wasn’t really that tidy either. Tyler was frustrated because he had friends stopping by in a few weeks to visit during spring break, and there was no way he could host people in these messy surroundings. He thought to himself, either hire a maid, clean it yourself or just cancel on everyone. He sighed in frustration. There had to...
Paul woke up, his heart racing. He checked his watch on the nightstand. 12 midnight, so he had only been asleep for a couple of hours. "Gonna be a long night," he sighed. Ancient but unmistakably feminine smells surrounded him. He looked around the room, scanning its contents. Apparently, nothing had been touched after Rosemary's daughter had died. "A car accident," Rosemary had said, clearly still angry. "Hit and run." Old clothing was left on chairs and dressers, make-up lids were...
This story is a little creepy. Fair warning. The Clover Coffee Club By Joe Six-Pack The desire to create is insatiable in some people. They want nothing more out of life than to dream, to design and to build. No force known to man can stop a man when his mind his focused on the goal of making something. The need to leave something behind that shows you were here, that shows that you meant something, that demonstrates an existence validated by the object one brings into...
The sun was hot in Phoenix without a cloud in the midday sky. Zoe Chapman sat at an outdoor café sipping an ice coffee and watching a young girl walking toward her. The girl was tall, tan and lean and blond and as sweet an innocent looking as she could possibly ask for. She was a college student from nearby Arizona State, a straight A student and as poor as a church mouse. Zoe on the other hand was a very successful businesswoman of thirty. She was a six-foot tall black haired beauty who...
I was born chubby, my mom told me. And that is my birth, or as much as I am willing to tell you. My parents are Harry and Connie Reynolds. I was very unexpected, but in a way planned. When my brother was two, my parents decided to try for another baby, a little brother or sister for Damien. But after a year of trying, they were still unsuccessful. Years later dad joked, it was the best year of his life, sex everyday. I have never seen him run so fast after he saw the look on mum's face....
I was walking down the corridor towards the principal's office. My mind thinking and wondering, what had happened? Including weirdly enough, almost being hit by that car, the two seemed connected somehow. I had managed to find my way to the principal's office, even though my mind was on other things. Just as I reached the principal's door, I finally realized. I had stopped the car. I just stood for minutes, my hand held up ready to knock. I was in shock again concerning the realization I...
When I awoke, it was dark. I looked at my alarm clock it was almost midnight. I got out of bed, switched on the light and decided to take a shower. After cleaning up and properly getting ready for bed, I returned to my room. I had not forgotten what I saw; somehow, I had seen an image of the future, or possible future. I was not sure, but things were different now, I had changed the outcome, but how? When I moved towards the window, it was instinct. I did not know why at the time, but...
I awoke in a strange bed. I looked around the room, realizing I was in hospital. Mum was sat in a chair next to my bed, asleep. Why was I in hospital? Then I remembered. "MELISSA." I shouted as I sat up. Mum quickly awoke and stood up, trying to calm me down as I tried frantically to get the covers off me. "Sophie, Melissa is fine. Please try to calm down." "Where is she? I need to see her?" "She is pretty shook up, a few minor cuts and bruises, but her parents are looking after...
The next morning I awoke feeling very happy. Melissa was still my friend and was still asleep next to me. I got out of bed and opened the curtains. The sun was shining, my head was feeling better and I felt great, good to be alive. Melissa's easy acceptance and friendship had helped a lot. Maybe it was a gift; maybe soon I would get another vision and help those in need. Those two girls could have died, and I had saved them, and even though I did feel like a freak, I had done something good....
Melissa and I had various theories about how my powers developed or how they work as they do. Thanks to my friends and family's love, influence and their support from a very young age, my mind seemed to have melded the two abilities together, Precognition and Telekinesis, in such a way, that I could predict and help people in need. During my last year of school, my gift was only an instinctive guide and was only able to help me directly and other people who were very, very close to me in...
I began this book, giving you a glimpse of my first conscious experience of flying or floating as it was. It actually happened during the summer, when Melissa and I were both 18. It was during the holidays before we would start University. Both of us had enrolled together in a local University. David was heading to Stanford to do computer science. However, he would visit us when he could, which was all holidays and each other's birthday. We never did visit David the whole time he was at...