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The Last Hours of Jane

The Last Hours of Jane

Jane did not ordinarily go out clubbing alone, but this week it seemed that all her friends were busy, or out of town. It was Friday night, damn it, and she was a big girl. Ignoring caution, she took a cab into the city. Twenty three years old, she was a petite 4 foot 10 inches tall and weighed in at about 89 pounds. Her 32C figure didn't give her the largest boobs on the planet, but her slender frame made them seem larger than life. Long, straight, blond hair, silky smooth and shiny, flowed over her shoulder, down to her waist. Long hair being somewhat out of style these days, hers made her stand out in a crowd, especially while dancing.

Heart pounding to the rythm, she lived on the dance floor. Grinding hips shamelessly with anyone hot, she got a lot of free drinks. Like most young women, she felt no shame at accepting free gifts from guys who just wanted to get into her pants. And besides, she thought, I'll probably end up sleeping with someone here later. It was Friday night, after all. She lost track of things around midnight, after the forth or fifth drink brought to her by a man she'd been flirting with all night. She never remembered being walked out to the man's car, giddy with drink and drug, and passing out in the back seat.

Jane awakened with pain running everywhere. Comprehension lagging behind perception, she struggled to take in the scene while the fog of drug induced sleep slowly faded in her head. First to register was that she was completely naked. The next was that she could not move her legs. She couldn't remember how she got from the club to here.

Head down, hanging limp in her restraints, she could see that her legs were locked tightly in a pair of bright red ski boots, holding her legs spread about three feet apart. The boots seemed to be bolted in place, each one attached to a narrow metal strip projecting about two feet out from a large, glass tank in front of her. The boxy tank was about 4 feet square at the base and maybe 6 feet tall, and was about a third of the way filled with water.

Preoccupied with her immobilized feet, it took her a minute to note that her waist was also thoroughly fastened in place. Two tighly clamped, form fitting rings of metal were also attached to a metal bar projecting from the tank. Wrapping her waist at top and bottom butt level, they pinched so tightly she couldn't swivel her hips an inch. Trying desperately to understand, she stared around the room rapidly, trying to bring it all into focus. About 20 feet square, the room had bare walls, and little else besides the contraption she was fastened to.

The bottom of the large water tank she was so firmly attached to was suspended about 6 feet above the floor by a cable that ran straight up, through a pulley, across the ceiling to another pulley about10 feet to her right, then down to another tank resting on the floor, this one about two thirds full of water. A hose ran from the bottom of the other tank, through a small, running, electrical pump, to her tank. A steady stream of water flowed from one to the other. Another hose went from the bottom of Jane's tank, through some kind of hand crank pump mounted in front of her, back to the far tank.

Looking down once more, horror began to paint her face. Extending from the floor to a point about an inch below her crotch, projected a one inch diameter metal pole. The end of the pole tappered to a dull tip about an eigth of an inch accross, pointed directly at her pussy. She'd obviously been unconcious for some time, judging by how much water had been transfered from on tank to the other.

Worse, someone had pierced her nipples, driving a heavy metal ring through each, about an inch behind the tips of her tits. They had stopped bleeding, but ached awefuly. Thick wires, hanging loosely with a bit of slack, connected rings to ceiling. The final bit of humiliation came as she noticed the cameras. Little green lights highlighted half a dozen live camera's, recording all for posterity. Several watched her from around the room. One had a close up view of her face, and another angled up at her exposed crotch.

She was free to move above the waist, and began frantically prying at her bonds with her hands. She quickly abandoned attempts to free her nipples: The rings were to firm, her nipples were to sore. Flailing about wildly, Jane was suddenly confronted with the physics of her situation. The weight balancing this massive scale she was bound to was nearing equalibrium. Her flailing around caused the far tank to lift and sink a couple of inches, bouncing her downward several times. She felt the rod stab into her exposed pussy with each shift.

Panic nearly blinded her at this point, unable to move below chest level, and afraid to continue struggling due to the pole in her crotch. Water continued to flow between the tanks, and suddenly the balanced began to shift. Jane's tank sank an inch, slowly, bringing the rod into contact with her pussy. The dull point pressed painfully into her crotch as she continued to sink, bit by bit. Shifting her hips through the tiny bit allowed by her bonds, she managed to line herself up properly with the shaft. Pressure eased as the pole began slipping smoothly into her pussy.

The shaft had penetrated over two inches when she finally saw the note. Attached to the hand crank, it said, "Turn Me." Understanding dawned, and she reached desperately for the hand grips. Cranking the pump was like peddling a bike with her hands. The crank was deliberately designed to be hard to turn, but water began to trickle back to the far tank.

Struggling to work the crank faster, Jane kept losing ground to the electric pump. Three inches, four, five, the pole kept creaping deeper. Then, for about half an hour, Jane desperately cranked the pump like mad. She actually managed to gain back an inch before collapsing in exhaustion. Forced to rest for a bit, the pole was soon back to five, six, seven inches. The wires attached to her tender boobs began to draw tight at this point, lifting and tugging her tits upwards.

Knowing she could not win, but unable to accept defeat, Jane continued to crank steadily. Able to slow the process, she could not stop it. At around 10 inches the pole began pressing against her cervix. Her tits were being streached upward, and the rings piercing her flesh strained at her tender nipples. For the last half hour, Jane had been screaming in agony.

Now, as the tip of the rod began pressing firmly against her insides, Jane redoubled her efforts with the hand pump. Struggling wildly, her best efforts barely managed to halt her progress. Minute after minute she strained, breathing desperately. Arms already aching, now they began to burn with fatigue. Finally, unable to continue, she was forced to slow her pace.

Falling behind again, presure began increasing between pole and cervix until her entire body weight was being suspended on the top of the rod. The fixed boots began dragging downward on her legs putting even more pressure on the pole jammed into her pussy. Jane's screams reached a new pitch, as the tip of the pole began forcing its way through. Tension continued to build as the tank sank lower, dragging at her bound legs.

Suddenly the pole finished piercing her hard cervix and her body plunged three inches downwards at once. Tits burning in agony, this sudden plunge ripped the rings completely through first one, then the other. Screaming so hard she nearly passed out from lack of breath, Jane worked out her pain on the hand crank. Continuing to work the pump, she could not seem to make any progress. Simply slowing the process didn't do much to help her situation.

Blood began oozing thickey down the shaft, flowing out of her pussy. The diameter of the rod kept up enough pressure to slow the flow. Blood ran freely down her chest, at first, from her torn boobs, but soon slowed as clotting set in.

As she continued her inevitable impalement, the rod easily pushed aside slippery intestines. It did not bind again until it hit her stomach. Sinking steadily, Jane's downward progress drove the dull point to pierce the bottom stomach wall.

Once inside the stomach, the smooth walls of her digestive track began guiding the pole. Feeling pain inside her throat, Jane surrendered at last, dropping the grips on the pump. Standing very still, she continued to slip slowly downward. When the tip of the rod reached the back of her throat, she tilted her head back firmly, and let the tip emerge slowly from her mouth. Tears streaming down her face, she wondered, "Why is this happening to me?"

When about a foot of pole extended from her mouth, her feet were about 18 inches from the floor. Then she felt a new pain. A cross piece attached to the spit was just reaching her crotch. Two prongs began piercing her clit and anus as she settled into place, until her weight rested on the bar. In position at last, her tormentors finally entered the room.

Six men came in and began to prepare her. First, another spindle was slipped over the end of the rod and forced downward. This one was wider, and fit over her mouth and cheeks firmly. Next, her arms were securely wired in place behind her back. Finally, her legs were freed from the boots, one at a time, and secured to the pole with cruelly tight wire. Two men hosed her down thoroughly to remove dried blood and sweat, then towelled her off. A third man used an electric clipper on her head, quickly removing all of her long, beautiful hair.

The men then lifted the pole out of the hole in the floor it rested in. One man grabbed the top of the pole, near Jane's mouth. Another reached down and hoisted the bottom end, below her feet. Hefting the weight onto their shoulders, Jane was carried into the next room, suspended on the spit. The men lay the rod ends into the spit spindle over a six foot wide grill.

Waves of heat assaulted Jane's body from the burning flames of the lit grill. Screaming in terror and fresh pain, she squirmed uselessly on the spit. One man came over to her, carrying a small bucket. He flipped a switch and the spindle began to rotate, turning Jane's body slowly over the flames below. Using a wide brush, he dipped into the bucket of warm, melted butter, and began applying it thickly to Jane's entire body. As she turned over and over, butter occasionally would drip off her skin, causing flames to leap up and singe her body.

Her screams were muffled somewhat by the pole filling her throat, but she still managed to make quite a bit of noise. After 5 minutes or so the chef finished basting and then closed the grill cover. Roasting slowly on the spit, Jane was struggling franticly. Arms and legs wired tightly together, with a spit impaling her entire body, the best she could manage was a pathetic squirming motion, alone in the dark.

After twenty minutes the cover was opened. The chef inspected Jane's cooking body, and began applying a thick coat of Bar-B-Queue sauce. Her flesh was just starting to change color and crisp up a bit. Jane, still struggling, couldn't decide whether to scream or cry as the sauce was applied. The strokes of the brush bristles over her burning skin made her howl with agony. However, the sauce itself was cool, and felt like heaven after it was applied.

Closing the lid once more, the man let her continue to roast for another 15 minutes. Jane's eyes turned a milky white as they cooked, blinding her. She could hear, but not see, as the lid was opened at last. Something stabbed her painfully in the ass and she gurgled a weak scream.

"Looks to be about medium rare, Frank. Serve it up!"

Jane felt the spit being lifted off the grill, then carried across the room. She was plopped down on a large work table. The flange was removed from her mouth, and slid off the rod. Then, two men pushed firmly on her ass, as two more slowly forced the spit back out through her pussy. Screaming freely once the rod cleared her throat, she tried to struggle. She found that she could hardly move, all her muscles having locked rigid from being cooked.

The men laid Jane's body face up on a long platter, then carried her to the dining table. Taking their seats, the six men lifted knives and forks and went to work. Unable to do more than twitch and moan, Jane felt six forks stab her boobs, pussy, thighs, and calves, then six knives dig in to begin carving. Careful to take small bites, enjoying Jane's weakening cries of agony as much as the tender, juicy chunks of flesh, the men managed to devoure her legs, arms, and tits completely, as well as most of her ass and pussy, before she finally convulsed and died. Disappointment at her death did not stop the men from finishing their meal, however.

Once stripped to the bone, the remains was fed through a bone shredder, bagged, and burried in a deep pit in the woods. The men drew straws to see whose turn it would be to capture tomorrow night's entertainment.

The Last Hours of Jane

Jane did not ordinarily go out clubbing alone, but this week it seemed that all her friends were busy, or out of town. It was Friday night, damn it, and she was a big girl. Ignoring caution, she took a cab into the city. Twenty three years old, she was a petite 4 foot 10 inches tall and weighed in at about 89 pounds. Her 32C figure didn't give her the largest boobs on the planet, but her slender frame made them seem larger than life. Long, straight, blond hair, silky smooth and shiny, flowed over her shoulder, down to her waist. Long hair being somewhat out of style these days, hers made her stand out in a crowd, especially while dancing.

Heart pounding to the rythm, she lived on the dance floor. Grinding hips shamelessly with anyone hot, she got a lot of free drinks. Like most young women, she felt no shame at accepting free gifts from guys who just wanted to get into her pants. And besides, she thought, I'll probably end up sleeping with someone here later. It was Friday night, after all. She lost track of things around midnight, after the forth or fifth drink brought to her by a man she'd been flirting with all night. She never remembered being walked out to the man's car, giddy with drink and drug, and passing out in the back seat.

Jane awakened with pain running everywhere. Comprehension lagging behind perception, she struggled to take in the scene while the fog of drug induced sleep slowly faded in her head. First to register was that she was completely naked. The next was that she could not move her legs. She couldn't remember how she got from the club to here.

Head down, hanging limp in her restraints, she could see that her legs were locked tightly in a pair of bright red ski boots, holding her legs spread about three feet apart. The boots seemed to be bolted in place, each one attached to a narrow metal strip projecting about two feet out from a large, glass tank in front of her. The boxy tank was about 4 feet square at the base and maybe 6 feet tall, and was about a third of the way filled with water.

Preoccupied with her immobilized feet, it took her a minute to note that her waist was also thoroughly fastened in place. Two tighly clamped, form fitting rings of metal were also attached to a metal bar projecting from the tank. Wrapping her waist at top and bottom butt level, they pinched so tightly she couldn't swivel her hips an inch. Trying desperately to understand, she stared around the room rapidly, trying to bring it all into focus. About 20 feet square, the room had bare walls, and little else besides the contraption she was fastened to.

The bottom of the large water tank she was so firmly attached to was suspended about 6 feet above the floor by a cable that ran straight up, through a pulley, across the ceiling to another pulley about10 feet to her right, then down to another tank resting on the floor, this one about two thirds full of water. A hose ran from the bottom of the other tank, through a small, running, electrical pump, to her tank. A steady stream of water flowed from one to the other. Another hose went from the bottom of Jane's tank, through some kind of hand crank pump mounted in front of her, back to the far tank.

Looking down once more, horror began to paint her face. Extending from the floor to a point about an inch below her crotch, projected a one inch diameter metal pole. The end of the pole tappered to a dull tip about an eigth of an inch accross, pointed directly at her pussy. She'd obviously been unconcious for some time, judging by how much water had been transfered from on tank to the other.

Worse, someone had pierced her nipples, driving a heavy metal ring through each, about an inch behind the tips of her tits. They had stopped bleeding, but ached awefuly. Thick wires, hanging loosely with a bit of slack, connected rings to ceiling. The final bit of humiliation came as she noticed the cameras. Little green lights highlighted half a dozen live camera's, recording all for posterity. Several watched her from around the room. One had a close up view of her face, and another angled up at her exposed crotch.

She was free to move above the waist, and began frantically prying at her bonds with her hands. She quickly abandoned attempts to free her nipples: The rings were to firm, her nipples were to sore. Flailing about wildly, Jane was suddenly confronted with the physics of her situation. The weight balancing this massive scale she was bound to was nearing equalibrium. Her flailing around caused the far tank to lift and sink a couple of inches, bouncing her downward several times. She felt the rod stab into her exposed pussy with each shift.

Panic nearly blinded her at this point, unable to move below chest level, and afraid to continue struggling due to the pole in her crotch. Water continued to flow between the tanks, and suddenly the balanced began to shift. Jane's tank sank an inch, slowly, bringing the rod into contact with her pussy. The dull point pressed painfully into her crotch as she continued to sink, bit by bit. Shifting her hips through the tiny bit allowed by her bonds, she managed to line herself up properly with the shaft. Pressure eased as the pole began slipping smoothly into her pussy.

The shaft had penetrated over two inches when she finally saw the note. Attached to the hand crank, it said, "Turn Me." Understanding dawned, and she reached desperately for the hand grips. Cranking the pump was like peddling a bike with her hands. The crank was deliberately designed to be hard to turn, but water began to trickle back to the far tank.

Struggling to work the crank faster, Jane kept losing ground to the electric pump. Three inches, four, five, the pole kept creaping deeper. Then, for about half an hour, Jane desperately cranked the pump like mad. She actually managed to gain back an inch before collapsing in exhaustion. Forced to rest for a bit, the pole was soon back to five, six, seven inches. The wires attached to her tender boobs began to draw tight at this point, lifting and tugging her tits upwards.

Knowing she could not win, but unable to accept defeat, Jane continued to crank steadily. Able to slow the process, she could not stop it. At around 10 inches the pole began pressing against her cervix. Her tits were being streached upward, and the rings piercing her flesh strained at her tender nipples. For the last half hour, Jane had been screaming in agony.

Now, as the tip of the rod began pressing firmly against her insides, Jane redoubled her efforts with the hand pump. Struggling wildly, her best efforts barely managed to halt her progress. Minute after minute she strained, breathing desperately. Arms already aching, now they began to burn with fatigue. Finally, unable to continue, she was forced to slow her pace.

Falling behind again, presure began increasing between pole and cervix until her entire body weight was being suspended on the top of the rod. The fixed boots began dragging downward on her legs putting even more pressure on the pole jammed into her pussy. Jane's screams reached a new pitch, as the tip of the pole began forcing its way through. Tension continued to build as the tank sank lower, dragging at her bound legs.

Suddenly the pole finished piercing her hard cervix and her body plunged three inches downwards at once. Tits burning in agony, this sudden plunge ripped the rings completely through first one, then the other. Screaming so hard she nearly passed out from lack of breath, Jane worked out her pain on the hand crank. Continuing to work the pump, she could not seem to make any progress. Simply slowing the process didn't do much to help her situation.

Blood began oozing thickey down the shaft, flowing out of her pussy. The diameter of the rod kept up enough pressure to slow the flow. Blood ran freely down her chest, at first, from her torn boobs, but soon slowed as clotting set in.

As she continued her inevitable impalement, the rod easily pushed aside slippery intestines. It did not bind again until it hit her stomach. Sinking steadily, Jane's downward progress drove the dull point to pierce the bottom stomach wall.

Once inside the stomach, the smooth walls of her digestive track began guiding the pole. Feeling pain inside her throat, Jane surrendered at last, dropping the grips on the pump. Standing very still, she continued to slip slowly downward. When the tip of the rod reached the back of her throat, she tilted her head back firmly, and let the tip emerge slowly from her mouth. Tears streaming down her face, she wondered, "Why is this happening to me?"

When about a foot of pole extended from her mouth, her feet were about 18 inches from the floor. Then she felt a new pain. A cross piece attached to the spit was just reaching her crotch. Two prongs began piercing her clit and anus as she settled into place, until her weight rested on the bar. In position at last, her tormentors finally entered the room.

Six men came in and began to prepare her. First, another spindle was slipped over the end of the rod and forced downward. This one was wider, and fit over her mouth and cheeks firmly. Next, her arms were securely wired in place behind her back. Finally, her legs were freed from the boots, one at a time, and secured to the pole with cruelly tight wire. Two men hosed her down thoroughly to remove dried blood and sweat, then towelled her off. A third man used an electric clipper on her head, quickly removing all of her long, beautiful hair.

The men then lifted the pole out of the hole in the floor it rested in. One man grabbed the top of the pole, near Jane's mouth. Another reached down and hoisted the bottom end, below her feet. Hefting the weight onto their shoulders, Jane was carried into the next room, suspended on the spit. The men lay the rod ends into the spit spindle over a six foot wide grill.

Waves of heat assaulted Jane's body from the burning flames of the lit grill. Screaming in terror and fresh pain, she squirmed uselessly on the spit. One man came over to her, carrying a small bucket. He flipped a switch and the spindle began to rotate, turning Jane's body slowly over the flames below. Using a wide brush, he dipped into the bucket of warm, melted butter, and began applying it thickly to Jane's entire body. As she turned over and over, butter occasionally would drip off her skin, causing flames to leap up and singe her body.

Her screams were muffled somewhat by the pole filling her throat, but she still managed to make quite a bit of noise. After 5 minutes or so the chef finished basting and then closed the grill cover. Roasting slowly on the spit, Jane was struggling franticly. Arms and legs wired tightly together, with a spit impaling her entire body, the best she could manage was a pathetic squirming motion, alone in the dark.

After twenty minutes the cover was opened. The chef inspected Jane's cooking body, and began applying a thick coat of Bar-B-Queue sauce. Her flesh was just starting to change color and crisp up a bit. Jane, still struggling, couldn't decide whether to scream or cry as the sauce was applied. The strokes of the brush bristles over her burning skin made her howl with agony. However, the sauce itself was cool, and felt like heaven after it was applied.

Closing the lid once more, the man let her continue to roast for another 15 minutes. Jane's eyes turned a milky white as they cooked, blinding her. She could hear, but not see, as the lid was opened at last. Something stabbed her painfully in the ass and she gurgled a weak scream.

"Looks to be about medium rare, Frank. Serve it up!"

Jane felt the spit being lifted off the grill, then carried across the room. She was plopped down on a large work table. The flange was removed from her mouth, and slid off the rod. Then, two men pushed firmly on her ass, as two more slowly forced the spit back out through her pussy. Screaming freely once the rod cleared her throat, she tried to struggle. She found that she could hardly move, all her muscles having locked rigid from being cooked.

The men laid Jane's body face up on a long platter, then carried her to the dining table. Taking their seats, the six men lifted knives and forks and went to work. Unable to do more than twitch and moan, Jane felt six forks stab her boobs, pussy, thighs, and calves, then six knives dig in to begin carving. Careful to take small bites, enjoying Jane's weakening cries of agony as much as the tender, juicy chunks of flesh, the men managed to devoure her legs, arms, and tits completely, as well as most of her ass and pussy, before she finally convulsed and died. Disappointment at her death did not stop the men from finishing their meal, however.

Once stripped to the bone, the remains was fed through a bone shredder, bagged, and burried in a deep pit in the woods. The men drew straws to see whose turn it would be to capture tomorrow night's entertainment.

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© 2002 I first met my wife Jane on the day I came home from college for the Christmas holidays. I hadn't felt homesick but when I was back I realised how much I had missed the place. When I came across Jane sitting in the park as I strolled around the town, my heart almost stopped. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I walked around the park for a while until eventually I built up the courage to go and talk to her. She was new in town, lived with her parents and didn't know...

Changing Jane

Changing JaneI: The End Of The Same The sun blared light through the small bedroom window. Jane had been woken up this way for the past seven days, ever since she decided to get away from the hustle and bustle of city life for a break, a little time alone to reflect on herself and where she was heading. As the light poured in through the window, Jane rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and roused herself awake. She looked at the small clock on the bedside table and saw small red numbers...

Mary Jane

Mary Jane (In Her Mary Janes) by Misty Galant "Stop fidgeting, Mary Jane." Martha Winters admonished. Mary Jane was actually her husband Martin who because of bad behavior had been reduced in status to a six year old girl. Now Mary Jane was dressed in a pink dress and black Mary Janes, with frilly anklets. She was waiting in the living room with her mother. "But mommy, I'm thcared." When anxious or stressed, Mary Jane had a tendency to lisp. She was very fearful of meeting...

Seduction of Deputy Jane

Union A proud Sheriff McCalister held the hand of Jane Harrison and led her to the beaming groom. David Cunningham took her hand and smiled at his veiled bride, dressed all in white. At the altar of a small, quiet church that David frequented with his parents, the reverend began the wedding ceremony. Jane was the deputy of Sheriff McCalister. They were from the tiny town of Junkerville. Orphaned at the age of five, Jane was the ward of the sheriff ever since her parents were killed in a road...

Tarzan and Jane

Jane was on a expedition deep in an African jungle. She studied lions, rhinos, apes, etc. She crossed nearly half of the safari and decided to search the deep wooded areas of the jungle. She came across a river flowing with pure clear water. The water algea matched the green in her eyes. Jane was a strong woman. Not muscled but fit and athletic. You have to be exploring terrain where you must constantly move. Jane prepared for the heat, by wearing short khaki booty shorts, and a sleeveless...

12 incredible days of sex with Aunt Jane

I'm not really a writer but this is a true story so it compensates for the lack of flowery words.I was 18 that summer some 10 yrs ago when I answere to a newspaper ad for a Thai English translator. The job travels with the Variety show to a province in Thailand.I expected it to be in an upper class subdivision but the address brought me to a 3 bedroom house in the poorer section of the city. I ring the door bell. At first a man in his 30's appeared, he was sleepy and he called on his wife or...

Jane

JaneI have been friends with a guy from work (Dan) for a long time he and his wife (Jane) have been swingers for years we used to talk about some of the places they would go on their vacation . My wife would never do anything remotely like the things they were doing . So after my divorce I got to know them much better . I have been invited over to their house about a month after my divorce (no k**s) because Dan said that I looked depressed at work which I was . My regular supply of pussy when...

Meeting Jane

I have been invited over to my friend’s house to meet his wife for the first time, just a few drinks and a chat, hopefully will be a good evening as my mate K is always a good laugh so hopefully his wife will be as well.Once I got to their house K let me in, after taking off my shoes and coat he led me into the living room. He introduced me to his wife Jane, to say I was amazed is an understatement, she is a gorgeous looking lady, I guess late forties, red hair wonderful figure and legs you...

Fun with Dick and Jane

(this is the continuing adventures that were begun in "Gee Spot Run." In that story, Jane and I meet in the park and talk about Jane's disappointing sex life. We both end up at my home, where I teach Jane how to truly enjoy the fine art of masturbation) I didn't hear from Jane for a week, and I wasn't sure how to interpret her silence: was she boggled and speechless by the turbulence of her newly awakened lust;.... or was she beginning to think about publicly branding her neighbor as...

Jane

Jane Peppers is 28yrs just got a new job as a check out girl at Rudy's Food Mart. She just moved here from her parents house. Moving out on her own she needed every thing for a home but her money was tight. She window shopped a lot and the shoes at Ginger's shoes were the best she had to have them, but at *0 dollars they would have to wait if she wanted to eat. The shoes were to good though so she bought them. Now hungry at work she stole a meal and drink and Wendy saw her. Wendy is the...

Taking Jane

I had a bikini for her to use. A hot pink bikini that tied up at the sides and back. A little revealing but she thought she guess it would have to do since she didn't have hers. She went into my bathroom to change and we went downstairs to the Jacuzzi. We got in and talked some more. Then I pull out my hard penis from my swim trunks. Jane is shocked and cries " No." I put it away and backed off. She decided it is time for her to leave. She got out to return to my room to change and leave....

Putting Dick In Jane

Rich had endured a long dry spell after he and his wife decided to end their marriage, having finally realized that they didn’t have much in common or anything to talk about when they weren’t fucking each other senseless. After two years of nearly continuous sex, divorce left him horny as a busboy in a titty bar. His happily married friends, Pete and Diane were tired of hearing him whine about it. One day Diane handed him a slip of paper with a phone number and said, ‘Call my friend Jane....

Putting Dick In Jane

Rich had endured a long dry spell after he and his wife decided to end their marriage, having finally realized that they didn't have much in common or anything to talk about when they weren't fucking each other senseless. After two years of nearly continuous sex, divorce left him horny as a busboy in a titty bar. His happily married friends, Pete and Diane were tired of hearing him whine about it. One day Diane handed him a slip of paper with a phone number and said, "Call my friend Jane....

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The Debtor The Erotic Adventures of Jane

Timidly, she knocked on the door, praying that, somehow, her knock would go unnoticed and she could leave and return home. She knew, though, that the knock would be answered, and she would have no choice but to go in. Jane’s mind careened wildly between deep resentment and attempts at forgiveness for her husband Luke. It wasn’t his fault, she knew; he had run out of options, but she couldn’t help but despise him in her deepest heart for allowing this to happen. She had watched his business...

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Sister Jane

It was after dad left us that mom went a little crazy. Dad running off on her tore out her heart. She experimented with yoga, Eastern Religions and then settled on nudism. I immediately said I would have no part in nudism! My sister Jane just said no to mom. Mom joined and started going to nudist parks to meet folks and even joined a nudist church. Mom was always on Jane about participating, telling her if that if she joined then I would follow. The nudist minster was a creepy guy. I saw how...

Jane

Jane – S.L.U.T. As John enters her home Jane is dressed like a whore, her skirt very short, almost to her stocking tops, her face and hair as beautiful and made up as only such a girl who is confident in her mission can get away with, sensual yet seductive, private yet open, knowing very well that her visitor would struggle to decide whether to cast his eyes on her glowing face or perfect nylon clad thighs.Before introductions were barely satisfactorily over, and without asking...

Aunt Jane

My wife and I occasionally see my Aunt Jane. She has been a widow for several years and lives in an apartment by herself. We think she is a very nice lady and always thoughtful to do something for others. When I was a little boy and my parents and I stopped in to visit her, she would pat me on top of my head and give me a cookie. Now, on occasions while I'm on my way home from work, I stop in to see if I can do anything for her. Friday evening while I was out running errands, I stopped by to...

Training EmilyJane

I slowly exhale. Lips pursed directing the long cool draft hat escapes my mouth. Delighted by the result, I quietly fill my lungs and repeat the process. This time, I allow my head to bob slightly up and down.Again, the result is instantaneous and so pleasing to the eye.Just one more, I decide, maybe a little harder. I blow again, slowly releasing the longest coolest stream yet.I watch in fascination as the delicate brown-tinged ring of flesh quivers in response. I watch as her body tightens,...

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Seduction by Deputy Jane

Inside the car, Jane inhaled his male scent as she cuddled affectionately in the warm arms of her lover; her glassy eyes gazed at his handsome face. She replayed in her dreamlike state of mind how her life had changed. It was about a month ago, she was a happy-go-lucky Sheriff's Deputy, counting her days in a small town she called home. Despair A month ago... David Cunningham and Linda Vanier Cunningham departed Cancun, Mexico on Continental Flight 765/47 at 3.15pm. They were...

Little IndiansChapter 12 Jane

As Dee suckled at her mother's breast, there was no barrier between herself and the visions entering her head. She was not wearing the choker charm, and her mother was pure demon. It had been years since Dee's mind had been free of the choker charm's strange influence. Dee began to see into the past, into Jane's past. Dee felt herself becoming Jane, as if she could see, hear, feel, and even think, everything that had been Jane, but still looking on, a spectator. Jane had been in Gynt...

Jane

June 1977: It is probably plainly obvious this is 100% true, but just in case: ‘ The following is 100% true’ I used to work on Broad Street in Birmingham, in a building that is now a Travel Lodge. It was mostly drinking, sl**ping and shagging that went on there, when it was our office, so it was probably a logical step. Over the road was a pub, named at various timed the Granville and The Westward Ho, but it is now O’Neills. This was the place that the staff drank at lunchtimes, and after...

Jane

June 1977:It is probably plainly obvious this is 100% true, but just in case: " The following is 100% true"I used to work on Broad Street in Birmingham, in a building that is now a Travel Lodge. It was mostlydrinking, sleeping and shagging that went on there, when it was our office, so it was probably a logical step.Over the road was a pub, named at various timed the Granville and The Westward Ho, but it is now O'Neills. This was the place that the staff drank at lunchtimes, and after work....

Aunt Jane

It's a terrible thing to lose your parents at a young age.When my mother, father and uncle were killed by a drunk driver, I believe I went insane, for a while.At 17, I was a tall, muscular lad, with a certain brutal handsomeness that many girls, and older women, found attractive. I was also a hard bastard, and took out my pain and fear on other men, fighting in pool halls and back alleys, welcoming the pain, the crunch of fist on bone, the feel of driving my knee into an opponents balls or...

Phone Sex With My Mother In Law Jane

A month had past since my encounter with my mother in law at the New Year’s Eve party and I have not heard a word from her until today, she sent a rather long text, late last night and another this morning.Hi Tim. I’m sorry to bother you; I said to myself, it’s not fair on my daughter’s marriage to have anything to do with you so soon, after what we did. But I cannot stop thinking about the passion you have rekindled in me. I’ve dressed sexually and tried seduction on my husband, but he is not...

Life of riches episode 1 J and Jane

Walking into the room, J noticed a woman more beautiful than any he had seen in a long time. She turned and instantly noticed him and sent a gesture for him to walk over to her table and take a seat. The mysterious woman was, in appearance, at least in her upper thirties, but it only showed in beauty. Getting up from the table that she sat at, the woman walked toward J before he could make a move, for J had already taken a seat at an empty table before noticing her. “Hello, I couldn’t help but...

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Afternoon with Kay and Jane

Here is another fantastic story involving my hot sexy wife, Kay, and a very sexy friend Jane. Jane is average in height, with a sexy ass, perky tits, and short blonde hair.I come home from work earlier than expected and find Jane’s car parked in front of the house. This is nothing unusual as either she comes to our house when I am at work or Kay goes over there to her house. In my mind I am thinking oh great, the girls will be talking for the rest of the afternoon. I go into the house and I do...

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The reunion weekend more fun with Jane

My wife, Maureen and I decided to go to our 35th High school get together. We live in the same small town we grew up in and normally, our High School reunion is boring and held in town during homecoming weekend. This year, it was suggested that we all do a get together weekend at a resort in Virginia. So, Maureen said that it sounded like fun and made the hotel arrangements. As the weekend approached, she told me that she had invited Jane to go along and share a suite with us. If you recall...

Sex with Granny Jane

Granny Jane, what would be the best way to describe her? She was a beautiful woman in her late forties. She had beautiful blonde shoulder length hair and sharp grey-blue eyes. Her small nose sat above a thin glossy lipped mouth with pearly white teeth. She was a picture of beauty. Granny Jane wasn’t really anyone’s granny; in fact, she wasn’t even married. She started getting the nickname 'Granny Jane' when she was in her thirties, it was a term of endearment, and everyone loved her. For years...

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Plain Jane

After coming home from a long day at the office, she’d found Ray looking like the cat that ate the canary. He was dressed to the nines, looking very handsome in a charcoal French-cuff button up and black slacks, fresh haircut, and a grin that showed where a lot of his parents’ money went in his teen years. Jane smiled, shocked to see him anywhere but his normal spot at 7 in the evening, which was usually on the couch in sweats and a t-shirt, hand resting on his dick Al Bundy-style. “Don’t you...

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Island paradise for Jane

Island Paradise for Jane I hope you enjoy this latest tale. I just sit and write in one go before I turn myself on too much! Hopefully it all hangs together and you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. I was about to get onto the small twin engine plane for the last leg of my journey to the overseas conference. My best work mate, Clark, was boarding with me and the only other body on board was the pilot and captain who went by the name of Johnny. Clark and he could have...

Singles The Diary of Jane

Singles - Diary of Jane Author's Notes: This story is inspired by the Breaking Benjamin's song "Diary of Jane." I will be rewording some of the lyrics in the story and want to give songwriter, Benjamin Burnley, credit. I also hope that I give his work the respect it deserves. ************ Derrick drove over to his best friend's apartment for he was so sick of not hearing back from George. George wanting to spend time alone was normal, and Derrick respected his best friend's choice...

BBC Birthday present for Jane

As some of you know i have a flat which i rent to an african guy called Dedryk and i love going round to see him,he`s a dirty bugger and always has his fill of women,some of the photos he shows me are filthy but we have a good laugh about his exploits.One day at work id heard it was Jane`s birthday (Jane`s my sex mad boss) and id wondered what to get her but i didn`t have a clue,me and Jane had a sneaky shag once a month or so,or when her fella just didn`t cut the mustard and it was that night...

Te ex files Emmas friend Jane

Following on from the last story about my first wife Emma i thought you might like to hear about a friend of hers named Jane, a good looking girl a couple of years younger than Emma (who was 22 at the time) who despite getting loads of attention from guys always seemed to be single. I can't really remember how we first met Jane but she and Emma were inseparable for about a two year period, best friends and confidants. Emma had told me that Jane was always asking about our sex life, wanting to...

Felica Hardy humilates Mary Jane

Mary Jane and May Jane get owned again (humiliation ending)By [email protected] and Felicity have a sleepover with their teens and their victimsAuthor NoteIt been a while since Felicia Hardy ended her rivalry with Mary Jane Watson by completely humiliated her and making her a slave. Her daughter Felicity Hardy got in on the act by dominated Mary Jane daughter May Day Parker. Both of the Watson’s were beautiful red heads with super models looks. Mary was hot enough to be Felicia rival for...

Nurse Jane

Nurse Jane By Cheryl Lynn A forced feminization tale but I think more of a horror story. The usual disclaimers apply and unauthorized use strictly forbidden. Not for the sweet sentimental reader so be warned. Constructive comments are always welcome at [email protected]. Nurse Jane David Samuels was driving down the farm road in the middle of nowhere in a torrential rainstorm. The windshield wipers were thump-thwacking loudly on high and not helping all that much. He...

Moby Jane

Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites and other collections, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post and/or distribute my stories, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" as the author. You may not make changes...

Plain Jane

Part 1 – The Beginning Plain Jane Got the main Interest down Under her gown. -Tony Tiger© 2017 It wasn’t quite that bad for little Jane, but she’d gotten close to her best male friend long before looks were even noticed. Even before hormones kicked in, just simple curiosity about bodily differences was enough. She and Joseph spent a lot of time together since early childhood because their neighbor mothers home schooled a passel of their marital issue. Being the same age, they often worked...

Sex in a taxi with Jane

I jumped in the back seat and Jane slid in next to me. I told the driver where we were going and we took off. Before I even had the address complete Jane had undone my zip, pulled my cock out and started wanking me. My pre-cum was oozing again. Jane whispered in my ear â€˜I want to suck you and lick you clean.â€™ I had been seeing Jane for about 6 months and our relationship was pretty solid. She was 43 and she lived in a city apartment with her teenage daughter Lisa. I enjoyed the freedom in this...

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THE MAKING OF JANE

Jason H. was a small boy who had suffered from heart problems as a c***d and had not been permitted to play the ‘rough games’ other boys his age played. At age 11 he was finally given a clean bill of health and allowed to be a normal boy, but he was shunned by the other boys because he didn’t know how to play football or baseball or basketball or any other active sports. Whenever, the other boys had to pick teams, Jason was always the last one picked due to his lack of skill and small size....

THE MAKING OF JANE

Jason H. was a small boy who had suffered from heart problems as ac***d and had not been permitted to play the "rough games" other boyshis age played. At age 11 he was finally given a clean bill of healthand allowed to be a normal boy, but he was shunned by the other boysbecause he didn't know how to play football or baseball or basketballor any other active sports. Whenever, the other boys had to pickteams, Jason was always the last one picked due to his lack of skilland small size. This...

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