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Alison trudged despondently homeward-bound up Tottenham Cunt Road. She was numb, bewildered, livid. “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!” she screamed. There was no reaction from any passers-by, for whom the word, in Enlightened Europe of the twenty-first century, was mere background noise. “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, CLAIRE?” Alison shouted into the middle-distance. “WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO FUCKING…” – she quietened her voice now, so as not to cause public offense – “… ‘love’ me? What the fuck does that mean anyway? Claire, who says that ‘“love” is one huge pile of stinking horseshit’ – what the fuck are you playing at now? How do I deal with two people who fucking ‘love’ me – WHEN I STILL DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IT MEANS?” she screamed. “And, oh God, how can I ever tell Mommy and Daddy about this?!”

Indignant and traumatised, her presumptions shattered, her worldview in tatters, her best friendship apparently ruined, Alison marched across the park towards Fuckers’ Hall, kicking at flower beds and snarling at passers-by. It was late Sunday afternoon, and all the usual social and sexual activity, in which she normally delighted so, was taking place all around her. “Fucking cunts,” she cursed, glancing at a couple who were quietly ass-fucking on their picnic rug on the grass, “do they have to worry about ‘love’? No! They’re just fucking ass! And look – ” she grumbled to herself, as she passed by a pretty young lady taking her girlfriend’s fist in her pussy, “do you think that bitch ‘loves’ her? No, she’s just fucking fisting her twat – ‘coz it’s fucking hot! So why’s everybody suddenly fucking ‘falling in love’? It’s one thing for that dickhead Rob to tell me he loves me… but now even Claire – sexy, well-brought-up Claire, mega-fuck-slut Claire – is ‘in love’ – in love with me?! Jesus Christ, FUCKING SHIT-BRAIN!!!”

In the distance, a group of teenagers were playing a circle-fucking game on the grass, as they chanted noisily:

‘Ickory, dickory, dock,

This bitch was sucking my cock.

The clock struck one,

So I fucked her cunn,

‘Ickory, dickory, dock.

Alison was in no mood to watch. She averted her head, and trudged on.

‘Ickory, dickory, dock,

This bitch was sucking my cock.

The clock struck two,

So I dumped my goo,

‘Ickory, dickory, dock.

“Kids…” Alison thought to herself, “Naïve, foolish, inexperienced kids. They think fucking will make them happy – but they don’t know what the real world is like. Wait till they have to deal with ‘love’…”

‘Ickory, dickory, dock,

This bitch was sucking my cock.

The clock struck three,

I needed a pee,

‘Ickory, dickory, dock.

“‘Ey!” Alison heard a voice calling from the direction of the circle game. She ignored it steadfastly: the last thing she wanted was to talk to anyone.

‘Ickory, dickory, dock,

This bitch was sucking my cock.

The clock struck four,

So I fucked the whore,

‘Ickory, dickory, dock.

“Alison! Alison Bates! Lick m’ pussy!” She heard the footsteps of someone running after her.

“Oh shit,” Alison thought to herself, as she turned to see who was calling. It was the ass-fucking silver-blonde she had met before, her bottom half-naked, a trickle of lube leaking down her thigh, wearing a silver bikini top.

“Alison, remember me?” said the girl, with an enthusiastic grin on her face. “I’m Riley – remember? I met you last week ‘ere in the park. I wanna be an arse-fucker, like you. I love the stuff you do: you’re so fuckin’ amazin’!”

Alison groaned. “Oh fuck, girl, will you fucking leave me alone?! I’m not in the mood, okay?”

Riley looked disappointed, but did not give up. “But… Can ya give me some advice? You’re at the RAF, aren’tcha? ‘Ow do I get in there? Can ya help me?”

Alison’s temper cracked. “Riley, let me tell you: being a fucker is shit! Everyone at the RAF is full of shit! Being a fucker makes people vindictive and dishonest! I was attacked by a fucker! My friend’s dad was killed by a fucker! Fuckers are manipulative, murderous liars! And all the gaping asshole in the world won’t protect you from all that shit! And, what’s more, since starting at the RAF, two people have declared ‘love’ to me! Do you know what that does to a girl? It fucks you up! It’s fucked me up! Now it’s fucking my friends up! You’re far safer, and you’ll be far happier, as a fucking shop assistant, or a fucking warehouse stacker, or sitting behind a fucking till in Titsco’s or Shitbury’s, and just fucking for fun in your free time! Don’t make my mistake: it’s not fucking worth it! It’s… IT’S FUCKING SHIT!!!” Alison could stand it no longer: she broke down in tears and ran, howling, away across the park towards Fuckers’ Hall, leaving Riley, half-naked and bewildered, standing alone, lube still tricking down her thigh.

~

It was some hours before Claire returned to Fuckers’ Hall. Alison was sitting at her desk, desperately trying to concentrate on reading Twentieth-Century “Porn”: A History, vol. I – but found her mind, instead, continuously wandering in rage and self-pity. “Fucking bitch,” she repeated to herself self-righteously. She heard Claire’s footsteps in the corridor, heard her turn her key in her lock, and enter her own room. A minute later, she heard her leave her room, walk slowly to Alison’s door, and knock. Claire did not wait to be invited in, but quietly entered, shutting the door gently behind her. She was completely naked, and wordlessly sat down on Alison’s bed, spreading her legs wide to display her pussy.

“Fuck me, baby, please,” Claire whined.

“How the fuck can you say that to me now?” Alison replied coldly, deliberately avoiding looking at Claire’s crotch, but fixing her eyes with a steely glare.

Claire spread her cunt-lips open with two fingers. “I’m sorry, baby, sweet cunt, I’m so sorry – I didn’t know what I was saying. I was just desperate and scared.”

“And jealous?” riposted Alison – who was keeping all her clothes, and her jacket, and her shoes, firmly on. Claire’s pink fuck-flesh glistened temptingly: Alison couldn’t help but look.

“Yeah, of course, I was jealous. I was scared, baby, I was scared you were going to leave me to go off with Rob and the God-freaks. And yeah, I don’t want to lose you, cunt-pie. If that makes me jealous, then I guess I’m jealous. But doesn’t that mean… I love you…?” Claire started to gently rub her cunt-lips, making them squish and squelch against her fingers.

Alison thought. “No,” she said firmly. ‘The true lover gives himself up for the one he loves.’ That’s what Father Ambrose said. If all you want is to hold onto me, because you can’t stand being without me – then that’s not real love. Maybe it calls itself ‘love’ – but that’s exactly the sort of ‘love’ the Enlightenment came to stamp out: love which is jealous, possessive, abusive, selfish.”

“Oh baby, really – am I being abusive and selfish?” scoffed Claire. “Just because I love it when you kiss me… when you fuck me?” Claire spread her cunt-lips wider, so Alison could see more of her hot pink juicy folds – inviting, beckoning, seducing her in. “I know you like my cunt. Is my cunt ‘abusive’? Is my cunt ‘selfish’? And is it so bad if my cunt is ‘possessive’? I know you like the taste, the smell, the feel of all that warm wet fuck-juice on your tongue, on your lips, on your face. Here, have a good sniff,” Claire said, holding up two glistening fingers towards Alison’s face.

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” Alison exploded. “Can’t you fucking think about anything else for a change, you FUCKING CUNT-BRAIN?!”

“Oh, that’s the pot calling the kettle black!” Claire scoffed, removing her sticky fingers from Alison’s face. “Last time you called me ‘cunt-brain’ we were ogling two hot nurses’ pussies, and you were about to go off and get double-fucked in the ass! You’re no fucking nun, Miss Alison Assfuck Bates!”

“Okay – so neither of us is a fucking nun! But I don’t go around declaring ‘love’ to people when it’s nothing but a fake!”

“Yeah, but you do go around listening to bullshit stories about a fake ‘God’ who ‘loves’ you! Maybe my ‘love’ for you isn’t perfect and eternal like your God’s – but at least, it actually fucking exists!”

Alison paused, aggrieved. Claire paused her diatribe too, shuffling forward to stroke Alison’s face and look into her eyes. More softly now, she said, “You make me happy, Al. You make me smile, you lift my spirits, you delight me. When I am with you, I feel like nothing can go wrong. And the thought of being without you scares me to death. If that’s not ‘love’, then fuck ‘love’! Goddammit, Al, I’m not an idealist like you. I don’t want to be the greatest fucker in the world – but nor am I interested in being a ‘conqueror through him who loved us’, or a ‘bride coming down from heaven’ or whatever the fuck that man was going on about. I just want to be happy, have fun, and fuck a few people along the way.” The aroma of pussy drifted up Alison’s nostrils from Claire’s glistening fingers, now stroking her hair.

“Hey, were you actually listening to the funeral service?” snorted Alison. “I thought you were in the bathroom jacking off!”

“I was!” Claire giggled. “But they had a fucking PA system, with speakers in the fucking toilets! So I had to listen to all that shit whilst rubbing my clit!”

Alison chuckled loudly and looked again at her friend. Claire, she thought to herself, was still very beautiful, and very funny, and disarmingly honest – and so sexy. Alison took a deep breath. “Yeah, you’re right, babe. Of course, it’s fine just to want to have fun and fuck. You’re probably wiser than me: you’ll certainly be happier in the long run. I’m sorry – it’s just that the ‘L-word’ touches a few raw nerves for me.”

“That’s okay, pussy-pie. I’m sorry if I scared you: it was just the only thing I could think of to say at the time which might make you stop and think. I was just scared of losing you…” Claire paused. “Now, come on, let’s fuck – it’ll make us both feel better.”

“Okay, yeah, let’s. What shall we do? You want me to fist your cunt, or stick some vegetables up your ass, or piss on your tits, or what?”

“Um, no… Could you…” Claire paused.

“What?”

“Could you just…” Claire paused again.

“Fucking what?”

“Maybe just start by holding me? Just give me a hug?”

“Uh… okay… if you like. But… isn’t that a bit boring for a total slut like you?”

Except that it wasn’t boring. For, as soon as Alison disrobed and slid her naked body on top of Claire’s, she noticed that something had changed. Before now, they had always fucked wild, they had talked dirty, they had called each other “slut” and “whore” and “bitch”, they had rammed fingers, fists and dildos deep into each other’s gaping orifices – and they had screamed obscenities at each other for the sheer hedonistic pleasure of it. This time, though – and at first, Alison could barely work out why – they wanted nothing more than to hold each other close, quietly, nipples tickling, breasts squashing, softly nibbling each other’s lips and cheeks and necks, stroking each other’s hair, and running delicate fingers up and down each other’s young, smooth, warm bodies. Alison held Claire closer: she felt their mounds press together, felt their clits rub gently, felt their nectar smear, blend and lubricate their embrace. They were not fucking now – at least, not like “RAF fucking”, not the way Professor Cuntslicker taught them – rather, they were lingering, wallowing in each other’s presence, gently grinding clit against clit, making gentle tingles run up and down each other’s bodies.

Alison gazed deep into Claire’s beautiful green eyes, and she felt nothing but delight. Claire’s body was soft, clement, self-giving. It was as if nothing need be said, because somehow, purged now of the harsh words they had exchanged, relieved of all the welling unspoken resentments and fears, they felt themselves transformed, felt themselves… one flesh. Claire wrapped her legs around Alison, pulling her yet closer and gently squeezing her buttocks with her feet. Together, they revelled in the sensation of their tenderly enfolded bodies, the emollient slip-slide of vulvas squidging, flaring, kissing, melding. They came again and again, their ecstasy understated, almost silent – but lodged deeper in their hearts than anything they had ever known.

“Oh God, Claire, this is… this is just like being in love!” Alison moaned into Claire’s soft lips.

“Is it really? I wasn’t sure… I didn’t dare say…” Claire kissed Alison tenderly on her face.

“I bet this is what people used to call ‘making love’…” ventured Alison.

“‘Making love’? What the fuck’s that?” Claire raised an eyebrow, as she opened her legs and let them drop to the bed.

“I read about it in The Anatomy of Fucking by Tatiana Titfukskaya,” said Alison, sitting up. “In the olden days, people used to think that fucking was an expression of love.”

“What? That’s freaky,” Claire grimaced. “I mean, that’s perverted, that is!”

“Well maybe, but – think about it: how did you feel just now? I mean, that wasn’t a textbook fuck, was it? No anal, no dildos, no dirty talk or anything – we weren’t fucking the normal way, were we? It was… different… I mean, Cunts would have hated it…”

“No shit, can you imagine?” Claire did another of her Cunts impressions, sticking out her chest to imitate the Professor’s huge tits: “‘Stop holding each other so fucking close, girls! I wanna see some cunt, I wanna see some tit! I wanna hear some fuck-talk! What about your audience? They’re gonna get so fucking bored!’”

Alison cackled. But then Claire paused, looked up at the ceiling, and thought hard. “You mean… you mean that’s why that was so amazing just now…? We were – what did you call it – ‘doing love’?”

“Making love,” corrected Alison, as she lay down on her side to affectionately stroke Claire’s hair. “Yeah, apparently in pre-Enlightenment times they mainly liked to fuck in private – it was considered bad form to fuck for an audience.”

“Fucking weird, if you ask me,” replied Claire. “I mean, selfish, don’t you think, to keep a good fuck to yourself?”

“I’ve seen my Mommy and Daddy fuck like that… like this… all close and cuddly, like no one else in the world matters. That must be ‘love’ – even though no one these days dares to admit it. Haven’t you seen it with your parents?”

Claire thought for while. “No… I don’t think my parents love each other. They just fuck.”

Claire and Alison stared into each other’s faces, and then, without a word, kissed deeply, their tongues sliding effortlessly into each other’s mouths, entangling, exploring, tasting, adoring…

Eventually, their lips pulled gently apart, and once more they were gazing into each other’s bright eyes. “I love you,” they both said simultaneously. And they laughed with joy.

“So…” ventured Claire, tentatively, “do we tell people we’re in love? Is that what people do?”

“You must be fucking joking, Claire! What we’re doing is illegal – just like that Bible you confiscated from me. We’d get kicked out of the RAF – and probably disowned by our parents! No fucking way!”

“It’s gonna be hard keeping a secret, though.”

“You should’ve fucking thought about that before seducing me then, shouldn’t you?” Alison laughed. “No, this has got to be our secret… I mean, Andy and Anna must have done it for years, I wonder what it is was like for them…”

“We could tell your God-freaks, though, couldn’t we? Aren’t they all hot on love and stuff? Hey, maybe your guy in the pyjamas could marry us!”

“Claire, you are a total shit-brain! Those guys are fucking Catholics! They don’t let girls marry girls!”

“Why not?” asked Claire, puzzled. “I thought they liked people to marry for love or something. Isn’t that what Rob wanted you to do?”

“Yeah, but…” Suddenly a look of alarm passed over Alison’s face. “Oh fuck!” she cursed.

“What?”

“Oh shit – hey look, I’ve just realised something – I hope it’s not too late – I need to go back to the park and find this girl I met. Will you come with me? I owe her an apology.”

“An apology – for what?”

“I’ll explain later, if we don’t find her. Quick, let’s go. It’s getting late. I hope they’re still there…”

 

~

“Riley! Hey, Riley!” The sun was nearly setting by the time Alison and Claire found Riley and her friends again. They were winding up their circle games, singing another old favourite:

Cock-a-doodle-do!

My dame will fuck wiv you

While master fiddles his fiddlin’-stick,

She’ll gape ‘er arse at you!

And there, lying at the centre of the circle, was Riley, her long silver-blonde hair splayed out over the grass, holding her buttocks high while the other girls in the group gathered around, taking turns to jerk the boys’ cocks off into her asshole. Alison recognised some of them – including buxom blonde Belle, Amber with the short black bob and red lips, and exuberant brunette Teresa who was squealing with glee as she stroked her friend Harry’s cock.

“Hey, Riley, eat my cunt – Riley!” called Alison again as she and Claire approached. Riley froze in alarm. “Riley, I’m really sorry I was such a shit to you earlier on. I was in a bad way. Can we talk? I want to help you.”

Some of the boys had clearly already shot their loads – for there was cum splattered across Riley’s buttocks and asshole and into her gape. “And what a gape!” thought Alison to herself: it was as she remembered – wide and perfectly circular, with a smooth quivering rim into which cum was slowly dribbling, making it glisten invitingly. Her reddish-brown rectal cauldron glowed gently with the reflected light of the late evening sun. “Oh fuck, that’s so beautiful!” said Alison aloud. Riley smiled gleefully.

“‘Ey, guys, sorry,” said Riley to her friends, “I gotta talk to this girl. Why don’tcha all just finish off wivout me?” Riley started to lower her buttocks toward the ground.

“No, no, Riley, don’t stop – you’re so amazing,” Alison remonstrated, before turning to her young friends and saying, “Keep jerking off, guys, fill her ass up! Don’t let us stop you. Riley, listen – I’m at Fuckers’ Hall: you know where that is?” Riley nodded. “Come and find me there – one of these weekends, maybe? I wanna talk to you, I really do, and I wanna help you. And I’m really sorry about how I talked to you earlier. Okay?” Riley grinned and gave Alison the thumbs-up. Alison and Claire waved, turned and slowly walked away, their arms wrapped around each other as, behind them, the boys continued to fire volley after volley of hot cum into Riley’s gaping rectum, as their girlfriends sang:

Cock a doodle do!

My dame will gape at you

While fucksluts fiddle your fiddlin’-sticks

And beat your meat for you!

“That was really kind of you, Alison,” said Claire. She paused, then added, “I love you, babe.”

“I love you too,” said Alison. “And that’s our little secret. Kiss me.” Their arms and tongues entangled lovingly, and they slid to the ground, rolling over and over in a passionate embrace on the warm grass. Alison ended up on top, gazing down at Claire, whose hair splayed out over the grass like a sunburst.

As they kissed, they heard Riley calling, from not more than fifty yards away, “Oh yeah, guys, fill up my gapin’ shit-hole with all your slimy cum – that’s so fuckin’ good!”

“She sounds just like you!” giggled Claire, as her tongue explored between Alison’s warm lips.

“Better…” admitted Alison ruefully.

“‘Ey, girls, are ya ready for dinner?” Riley was now calling to her female companions.

“Hey, you wanna eat some ass-cum?” Alison asked Claire.

“Nah. I’d rather stay here and be kissed by you.”

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Alison Goes to London chapter 4 Fucking Fuck My Fucking Cunt With Your Fucking FuckStick

Friday 30th September, 2050Dearest Mommy,I am sooooo sorry it has taken me so long to write. I have been so fucking busy – or vice versa! The first two weeks of this term have been the fuckingest I have ever had in my life. In Cunts’ classes we have been doing every variation of cock-in-cunt fucking I have ever heard of: mish, cowgirl, doggy, spoons, sideways, corkscrew, sitting, wheelbarrow, standing – you name it! I never knew there were so many ways of just getting my pussy fucked! Cunts...

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Alexa Chapter 28 London Baby Part 3

Alexa Chapter 28: London Baby, Part 3 Marty stood as we entered the lounge area. The look on his face was priceless. His eyes were wide, his mouth was open. Jenny and I looked at each other and let the smiles on our faces grow. Marty began to say something. "You two, ah um." You could see the frustration at the inability to speak come over his face. We both walked over to the man who has become like a father to me and each kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks" Jenny and I said in...

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Alexa Chapter 26 London Baby Part 1

Alexa Chapter 26: London, Baby! Part 1 Marty started to get impatient with us as we sat in the Delta Sky Club waiting for our flight to be announced. For the six weeks since our birthday dinner, we have talked about nothing but this trip. The moment we got home we knew that we needed to start making plans. The first thing that needed to be taken care of we had done, I had applied for my passport immediately after my name change so we were set there. Clothing would be worked out,...

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My Secret Life Vol02 Chapter 11 Molly in London

VOLUME-2 Chapter XI Out shooting. • A female carter. • A feel in the train. • Molly in London. • Giles in town.-Fred on the scene. • Molly at the Hall. • Copulation in uniform. • A sham illness. • An afternoon with Molly. • She turns harlot. • Gets clapped.-Her baby. I was in wonderful condition. Early to bed, out-of-door exercise, good plain living, everything to make me so. I felt as if I could fuck all day. If one day I had neither of the women, the next day my prick stood from morning...

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Alexa Chapter 35 London Calling Part 1

Alexa Chapter 35: London Calling, Part 1 "Do you guys always travel like this?" Katie asked as she nibbled on some flatbread and hummus before taking a sip from her Rum and Diet Coke. This was a new experience for Katie, while it was starting to seem like old hat for me. The Delta Sky Club was the kind of place that neither Katie and I had grown up with, but Jenny's family connections had made it seem almost like part of everyday life now for me. "One great thing about being with...

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Alison Goes to London chapter 8 Strangers in the Fucking Night

“Are you sure it’s gonna be okay?” asked Alison. She was sitting in the back of a black London taxi, sandwiched between her parents.“Yes, honeypot,” replied her mother, “Professor Cuntslicker has sorted it all out. The black boy has left the country – isn’t that right, Bill? – and he knows not to come back. His sister now knows that it wasn’t your fault, and is really sorry for hurting you. She wants to make it up to you – isn’t that good?”Alison wasn’t so sure. It sounded good in theory. But...

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Alison Goes to London chapter 3 You Cant Fuck Shit If You Cant Fuck Mish

Monday, 19th September, 2050Dearest Mommy,My first day at RAF has been totally fucking amazing! In the morning, we had our first practical session, in what they call the “Money Lab”. In the middle is a huge bed, for the group stuff. And around that, in a semi-circle, are all these individual “fuck-stations”, each with a couch for fucking, and a desk for writing (and fucking too, I guess), and a cabinet full of toys, including – tell Daddy! – a whole pile of Bates butt-plugs (not that I need...

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Alison Goes to London chapter 2 A Brief History of Fucking

Before the Great Enlightenment of the 2020s, European society had a dysfunctional, nay, schizophrenic attitude to fucking. On the one hand, both men and women favoured what society called “sexual liberation”, i.e. the right of anyone to fuck whoever they wanted, whenever they wanted, without any attendant responsibilities or obligations. On the other hand, society claimed to value what was called “the family”: men and women who fucked each other and conceived children by that act were expected...

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Alexa Chapter 36 London Calling Part 2

Alexa Chapter 36: London Calling, Part 2 My head was pounding for the second day in a row as I awoke from Jenny cuddling into me. I laid there and tried to force myself back to sleep, but it became a lost cause. No matter how much I wished I could drift back into the land of the Sandman, both my alcohol soaked brain and other more pressing matters urged me to get up. After stumbling into the bathroom to take care of the morning rituals and search for some aspirin, I made my way to...

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London Under Chapter 1

Peter winced as he touched his nose. He looked just as bruised as he thought he would be. He didn’t understand it, they didn’t steal anything from him and if it weren’t for the group of people who turned down Barlow Road at 3am on a Wednesday morning, the men would have continued beating him and most likely he would not be standing in front of his mirror Wednesday afternoon. The whole event was weird. They didn’t ask him for any money, and the two men wore clothes from the nineteenth or...

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No FutureChapter 52 The Streets of London

Eugenie 2099 It had been a long and arduous trek to London from her distant home in a plague-ridden village in rural East Midlands, but Eugenie was determined to get as far as she could from all that she'd used to know and all the memories associated with it. Although Eugenie had lived all her young life in one of the English Republic's most deprived regions her memories weren't all bad. Nevertheless, it wasn't surprising that so many villages in the East Midlands had succumbed to and...

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Book 2 Bitsys StoryChapter 10 London Town

The next day a very green around the gills, Bitsy, sat watching Rav sleep. She looked at Katrina, "Didn't your father have a house in London? Kat" Smiling, Kat nodded, she hadn't thought of that house in a very long time, she remembered the times they had taken trips to town and her father taking her to a puppet show and buying her a sweetmeat because she had been so good. "Would you mind very much if I used the house, for awhile? I'm going to go to London shortly." Kat who had been...

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Alison

I started chatting to this woman called Alison. She seemed really nice. We shared photo's and dirty text messages for about a week. This was the first week after I had moved out from my wife. So when she asked if I wanted to meet her I jumped at the chance. I drove to mermaids wharf Cardiff, and we arranged to meet in the Japanese restaurant. When she walked in my cock sprung to attention. I got us a drink each and we sipped and chatted.After about 5 minutes she whispered to me that she needed...

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Alexa Chapter 27 London Baby Part 2

Alexa Chapter 27: London Baby! Part 2 The sound of an incoming text woke me from my slumber. I reached over to grab it and began reading the text. "Good morning girlie! Get out of bed and come meet us!" was all it said. I looked at the sender and saw that it was Nikki. I groaned a bit because I really didn't want to leave the warmth of the hotel bed and the person I was lying next to. I put my phone back on the nightstand and cuddled into Jenny. I realized falling back to sleep...

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Alison Goes to London Chapter 19 Make Love to Me

Outside number 38B Tottenham Cunt Road, any parishioner arriving for the advertised requiem mass that Sunday morning might have noticed a young couple standing guard on the opposite side of the road. Actually, only one of them was standing; the other was kneeling on the pavement in front of him, sucking his cock.Bradley gazed down at Claire, her head bobbing slowly back and forth, tongue twisting and slobbering, lips alternately squeezing and releasing, her saliva forming a continuous dangling...

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Alison Goes to London chapter 7 A Working Fuck

Professor Emma Jane Cuntslicker, PGCF, FD, FRSF (Fellow of the Royal Society of Fuckers), sat slumped at her desk, weighing up the events of the week. Had there ever been a worse one during the course of her entire twenty-year career in fucking? Perhaps when that stupid girl from Fuckham had accidentally lost a marble up her ass – oh, the hours nurse Cat had spent trying to retrieve it! Cunts chuckled… Or no, even worse, that food fetish class where that boy hadn’t checked the temperature...

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Alison Goes to London chapter 17 And They Felt No Shame

The sun was setting on Alison’s birthday, as she, Eva and Claire sat on a bench in the park facing the empty bandstand – waiting. It was getting a little chilly on this autumn evening, so most of the outdoor fucking activity of the day was winding up – apart from one solitary couple about fifty yards away on another bench. They were both dressed in tight black leather, but the man’s cock jutted through his fly, and he was doggy-fucking his partner through an unzipped flap in the rear of her...

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Mary Felix goes to London

The train arrived in Southampton at half past three, and I sat in the ladies’ waiting room until the London express’s departure at a quarter past four. When it was time to leave, I had trouble finding a porter to assist me with my suitcase but finally attracted the attention of an elderly, stooping, knobbly-kneed specimen who looked as though he should have been safely retired some years previously. Because of this, we arrived on the platform in something of a rush and with less than two...

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Jenna Goes to London

This is my fourth posting. I have been sharing some recent events that occurred in the past 8 months. A little bit about me if you did not read my previous story. My name is Jenna, I am 40, married with 2 kids. I am 5'6" tall and weigh 130lbs. Brown hair in a bob haircut and brown eyes. Good curves where they are needed if I may say so. My main assets would be long legs and larger breast than the natural average. Still attractive but not a knockout, let's not exaggerate. I work as a top...

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A Tortured SoulChapter 22 London Calling

The atmosphere in the car on the drive back was decidedly sombre. At least, it was in my car. I concentrated on driving and tried to keep my mind as devoid of thought as possible. It didn’t work, of course. Images of Del’s face sporting a goofy grin that seemed to say “Ha, I got away with it” played across my field of vision. No matter that he’d actually appeared genuinely contrite about the whole situation. Yes, he’d shown remorse over the accident and yes, he seemed ashamed that a failed...

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At a PriceChapter 19 The London

On the Saturday, the couple went off to the airport. They had a three-hour drive followed by an hour and a half flight to get to Brisbane. Then they had to transfer to the international airport. After a two-hour layover and then eight hours of flying to get them to Singapore. Both were glad they were flying first class. Mary also had to use her glamour for the overseas flights, and they had to behave themselves. They had decided to do the short overnight layover and catch the fourteen-hour...

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Two Moms Two Sons 9 London And Sandra Talk And Sext

"So, you really had sex with Pete in the library?""Yes," I answered as we both sat down on the couch. "I fully realize that it's not as classy as the shower, but we did it.""Weren't you worried about getting caught?""Well, don't tell Pete I told you, but it actually started with him jacking off under the table. I couldn't help, but to please myself to him. Even with me on his mind, it took him a few minutes to pop, but he did. Then he praised me with one line, and I had to say...

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Two Moms Two Sons 21 Gia And Keishas Plan Involving Pete And London

POV: Keisha, then Gia "Go see grandma, little London," I said, handing her to London. "There's my cute six-month granddaughter," London mentioned, taking her. I smiled as I saw my mom hold her. "Well, you certainly made her rather happy, Keisha," one of my dads said, pressing his back onto mine and wrapping his arms around me too. "I agree," my other dad added. "Oh, hi, Jake and Al," London greeted them, coming towards them. "Yes, I wasn't planning on being a grandma just yet, but...

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Two Moms Two Sons 2 Sandra Overhears London And Makes Her Move

I walked out of the kitchen and saw them. "Hey, boys, do you two have anything going on tonight?" I pondered, walking back to my chair and sitting down."No, Mom, I think we might just hang out in Joe's room tonight," Pete replied."Are you going to talk about girls, Joe?" I pondered, stopping my eyes on him. 'Your mom doesn't want it, but I want your dick inside me. I surely hope she allows me to get my hands on you because I want you. I'll get you one way or another, but maybe, just...

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No FutureChapter 51 The Streets of London

Molly & Mark 2073 At long last the good times had returned. The economy was booming and there were more jobs, more money and more international confidence. And if it wasn't an economic boom for the whole Kingdom of England, it was undoubtedly a boom for those employed in the Docklands and the City of London. Although England's financial capital could no longer be ranked with New York or Tokyo, it was a comfort that something remained of the Square Mile's historic significance in the...

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Dman2Chapter 3 Leon Monaco London and New York

We touched down in Leon around ten thirty local time and I immediately called Bianca. "Hola," Bianca said in Spanish. "Hello, am I speaking to the beautiful Marquesa Bianca?" I asked. "This is Bianca, is that you Michael?" she asked. "Yes it is," I replied. "Are you back home from your cruise?" "Yes, we returned Thursday and put Rachel and her mother on a flight back to the US yesterday evening," Bianca replied. "Where are you now?" "Oh, sitting in a plane at the airport...

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Two Moms Two Sons 12 First Half London And Sandra Push Their Luck

"Well, here we are again," I said, coming next to her. "Back at your house, as you're cooking dinner for us, our sons, and our husbands.""I noticed, but I guess this time you have a different young man to eye-fuck," London added, flipping the chicken breasts. "Then to actually fuck when no one else is looking.""Well, you have the same game to play here. At least this time, you already know you want to play, you don't have to be pushed into it this time.""I pushed myself, Sandra,"...

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London Girl

I kicked my legs idly against the stool as I watched the people passing by outside. It was a grey day in London, the end of a long cold winter, and the pedestrians were still bundled up in coats, jackets and scarves, hunched against the biting wind. Small patches of chill sunlight darted through the broken overcast up above, raising bright colours on the busses and taxis that crawled past.I toyed with my food, ate another piece of sashimi, and then eyed my phone once more.The email had arrived...

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Two Moms Two Sons 17 London Would Love To Have A Daughter

POV London We all walked into Keisha's room, and she sat down with Joe first. I couldn't turn down the chance to look at Keisha again. I couldn't be sure just how this was going to go, but I still had high hopes. I sat down in between them and glanced at Keisha. "Do you love my son, Keisha?" "I don't know, maybe. I certainly know you love Joe, only an extra loving mother would blow their son and ride them too. I'm sorry if you're mad that I watched you with him. I never wanted you to...

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Two Moms Two Sons 10 London And Sandra Put On A Sexy Show

"Holy shit, we're dating our hot moms," I said, sitting down on the couch."Where have you been, Joe?" he laughed."I mean, we both actually went on dates with our moms a few weeks ago. Having sex is one thing, but we had dinner, and sat across from our moms, in an intimate setting. You have to admit; things are getting serious, Pete. I've already kissed my mom more in the past two months than in the previous five years before then. I mean, they seem crazy about us. Do you know what I...

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Vampire Empire aus London

Die Ankunft der Brigantine Sacrum Maya VI Es ist der 28. Mai 1830 als Edward-Maximilian Williams wie jeden Tag zur Arbeit ging. Er ist 23. Jahre alt und am 31.12.1806 geboren in London. Edward-Maximilian ist 1,81 m groß, zu dem hat er blonde Haare, einen Schnauzbart, grau grüne Augen, ein muskulösen Körper und sein Kantiges Gesicht hat meist ein Lächeln auf den Lippen. Edward ist Einzelkind und seine Eltern sind. Skye 45. Jahre alt und Edgar Williams ist 55. Jahre alt. Beide Leben in...

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After the WarChapter 23 London

Some weeks later Colonel Esser announced to Lady Johnson that she was to accompany him to London for two nights as his companion to a meeting with his boss. There were things to discuss, and she would not be present at those meetings, but she would partner him at dinner and, of course, in bed. They travelled in the early evening from Oxford in a reserved compartment on the train, in a coach clearly marked as for German officials only. When they are nearly there the Colonel said, "At dinner...

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Belfast RulesChapter 8 Brighton to London 1984 and Back to Belfast in 1995

Danny was not at all happy to be in London and he knew he was only there to pay back some old debts to his early handlers in Belfast. At least the ones that were still alive. He had been immersed in struggles of a different sort in parts of the world that made Belfast look like the lap of luxury. Even in the early days, the signs of the Troubles were slow to explode like one of those hand-made pipe bombs that often didn't work when they were supposed to. He had spent some time giving...

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London River 200 191000

I recently met a few college-aged gents at a bar who didn't understand having a milf fetish. These dumbasses didn't even know who I was. We just happened upon the topic as gents are want to do. Obviously, I disagreed with them in the least and felt compelled to guide them towards the milf light and introduce them to one of my favorite milfs, London River.Teaching Youth About the Magic of MilfsFirst off, I explained that all the twenty-something dumb college cunts they're fucking have no idea...

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Facebook Fuck In London

This is a true story that happened to me 2 years back in London. I am not here to advertise myself as many others are, but I have been reading this site for a while and decided to post one of my true stories. To start with, I had come to the UK to do my higher studies. When you are out of your home country you start feeling lonely and spend more time on the internet. This is exactly what was happening to me. I used to sleep very late 2 or 3 am and used to surf on net, watch movies etc till late...

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Vampire Empire from London

The arrival of the Brigantine Sacrum Maya VI It is May 28, 1830, when Edward-Maximilian Williams went to work like every day. He is 23 years old and was born on December 31st, 1806 in London. Edward-Maximilian is 1.81 m tall, he has blonde hair, a mustache, gray-green eyes, a muscular body and his angular face usually has a smile on his face. Edward is an only child and his parents are. Skye is 45 years old and Edgar Williams is 55 years old. Edward's personality was characterized by friendly,...

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Two Moms Two Sons 29 London Deals With The Aftermath With Her Son And Daughter

POV: London“Fuck me, that was intense, but I think it had to be done," I said, pulling Joe and Keisha to me. "You got that right, London," Sandra agreed, holding Gia and Pete. "I guess we don't need to hide anything now though, and its gonna get crowded here." "Yes," Joe sobbed, before kissing me. "Let's go, Mom, let's make our relationship completely official and have sex." "I like that, son, I love you, I swear, nothing will ever change that. I stood firm against your father, and...

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Facebook Fuck in London

This is a true story that happened to me 2 years back in London. I am not here to advertise myself as many others are, but I have been reading this site for a while and decided to post one of my true stories. To start with, I had come to the UK to do my higher studies. When you are out of your home country you start feeling lonely and spend more time on the internet. This is exactly what was happening to me. I used to sleep very late 2 or 3 am and used to surf on net, watch movies etc till...

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Two Moms Two Sons 7 London Visits Her Son In College

I licked my lips nonstop as I calmly made my way down the hallway. 'This is an excellent school, but I have no interest in seeing it, I only want to see a hunk in 1D, and no it isn't Pete. I can't wait, Joe, I want your hard cock inside me, and hopefully we'll have a little privacy,' I thought, keeping my eyes on the door. 'I'm just wearing a sexy short skirt and a spaghetti tank top too,' I thought before I halted at the door. 'I'm wearing a bra and thong though; I wouldn't want the...

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Lithuanian Wife and Cock Slut in London

The blended cultures and people where I live, about eight miles southeast of London, are very different than those of the small city outside of Vilnius, Lithuania where I was born and raised. Most people in Lithuania are the progeny of ancient Caucasian tribes, while the London metropolitan area has a mix of people and cultures from all over the world.My name is Isabel, and I moved to London when I was twenty years old. That’s where I met my Portuguese husband, Pedro, and we have a wonderful...

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