Bumpy Ride
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“Aw honey, she always feels ill…I really don’t see why they don’t just get a taxi home.” I was talking about our neighbors Kim and Geoff. They were an ok couple…as neighbors go, but Kim was one of those hypochondriac types. She was never happy unless there was something wrong with her. I mean, don’t get me wrong – I’m very much the stay at home type. I like nothing more than a hot scented bath and a quiet glass of wine with Jas…my hubby. But I like to enjoy life, and the Christmas party is the one time of year we get to put our glad rags on and let our hair down. Why Jas had volunteered to drive tonight is beyond me. He is taking some antibiotics for an ear infection, but a couple of drinks wouldn’t have hurt him. Still, it had meant we didn’t have to call a taxi which had seemed a good idea at the time – right up until little miss miserable had started complaining about one of her impending migraines. It was barely midnight, the drinks had been flowing and the party was still in full swing, at least for everyone else. For us, it seemed very much on the wind-down. “I know babe…but they do live next door, and it won’t be going on for much more than an hour here anyway.” He pulled me to him and kissed my lips. “Besides, you’ve been looking so fine tonight, i’ve been dying to take you home for hours…” I pouted, half sulkily – half sexily. He did have a point, it was unlikely that the party would go on for longer than an hour and I was feeling in the mood for some after-party hanky panky. I snuggled against him, and he reached behind me, cupping my bum cheeks in his hands, and squeezing them gently through the thin fabric of my evening dress. “You know, you have the most amazing ass in the world,” he commented, sliding his hands up as he said it, over the curve of my hips, onto my waist and then up onto my chest, “and the firmest tits too!” he smiled. I looked up at him, and kissed him, “Ok” I conceded “I suppose so. Tell you what…you pop to the bar and fetch me one last drink, and ill find Kim and Geoff and let them know were are going.”
I started to pull away to head back into the hall, but Jas held my hand and pulled me back to him, a guilty look fleetingly crossed his face. “Erm…babe, you’d better find Phil and Dave too. I said they could have a lift since we are going that way.” He looked sheepish, and so he should – I knew exactly what that meant. Dave and Phil were two of his high school buddies. They shared a flat across town, and there hadn’t been one single occasion since I had known Jas when driving them home hadn’t resulted in a quick coffee, which resulted in a quick joint, which resulted in a stoned Jas and I heading home in a taxi, several hours after getting there.Oh no…come on babe, what about getting home early so you can have your wicked way with me?” I pulled away from him slightly, pouting for real now.”Yeah, I’m still gonna do that!” He said, by way of reassurance, only I had heard it many times before. Stoned Jas equals sleeping Jas and that was not gonna be on my cards tonight! Not after he had my hopes up.”No way Jas, tell them all to get a taxi together – it’ll cost virtually nothing between them all.” To be honest, I don’t know why I was even bothering. I knew damn well that we would end up giving everyone a lift home. And I also knew damn well that the night would end exactly as I thought it would.”Fine.” I said, after his speech about ‘having given his word blah blah blah.’ “But you can damn well go to that bar and get me a big bottle of something good. I’m not sitting there like a ninny with nothing to drink while you lot smoke your heads off!” I turned on my heel and stormed off to find the others..It took the best part of half an hour to round everyone up. Jas got held up at the bar, buying me a nice two liter bottle of rose wine. Phil and Dave had to do the rounds saying cheerio to everyone they knew – and I’m certain a number of
People they didn’t know! Meanwhile I was stuck with Kim and Geoff, listening to Kim go on about how we should have left hours ago, before the migraine had chance to take hold.Finally, we arrived at the car. The night had steadily gone from bad to worse, but at least I would get the chance to chill for a bit and take my painful heeled shoes off before reaching Phil and Dave’s. I climbed into the front seat beside Jas and everyone else piled into the back – everyone except Kim that is. She came round to my door and opened it. “Kate…would you mind if I sat up front, its just – with my migraine and all…I mean I get travel sick sometimes too?” I couldn’t believe the night could get any worse until now. I looked over at Jas expecting him to say something; after all he is the one who filled our car with unwanted guests. Unfortunately, what he said is not what I wanted to hear. “Sure” he said, looking at Kim, and then “Honey you won’t mind riding in the back will you?” I opened my mouth in disbelief, about to tell the pair of them to jump off a tall cliff, but a somewhat caustic “Of course…my pleasure,” is all that came out. At this point, I had no idea how literal that statement was to be. I slid out from the front seat, and as Kim squeezed her overly round bottom into it, I opened up the back door and looked in. There was about five inches of room when the lads squeezed up that I attempted to fit into. I managed to close the door, but I was half up on Dave’s lap anyhow, and it was making everyone sit awkwardly.”Well, this isn’t going to work.
” I said, making it clear that I was in a huff. “I suppose I’d better sit on your knee Dave…at least you lot can sit comfortably then.” Dave just grunted. Already several joints down the line, he was as doped as an inmate at the loony farm! I shifted up onto his lap and placed my elbows on the seats in front, with my face in my hands, and managed as sulkier look as I could muster. Jas had to know that he was going to suffer for this. Behind me the lads shuffled about, each taking up their share of the gap that I had left. Finally, Jas started the engine and moved off.The car was quiet for the first ten minutes of the journey. On the other side of the car, Geoff gazed out of the window. Phil sat in the middle with his head lolled to one side resting on Dave’s shoulder. He would be out for the count soon if he wasn’t already, and as for Dave, he had been snoring like a trooper almost before we had pulled out of the car park. My mood had simmered somewhat. Perhaps it was the effects of the rose as I sat in the back contentedly supping from the bottle, but gradually the feelings of annoyance were slipping and being replaced with something warmer and it wasn’t long before I realized what.All thoughts of sex had passed, almost as quickly as they had come, when Jas had told me that we would be dropping the lads off at home. I was not gullible enough to believe that I would be getting any after he had partaken in a few joints. It seems that the desire for sex had not been so quick to dissipate however.Now as I sat in the back of the car, with the buzz of the party behind me and the flood of alcohol in my veins, with the soft drone of the engine and the gentle rocking as the suspension held off the road, I felt a renewed surge of lust. I hadn’t adjusted my position, and still leaned against the front seats on my elbows, but seated on Dave’s lap, I could feel his leg pressing between my own legs. Sat forward as I was, I realized that the only thing separating the flesh of his thigh from my clitoris were three layers of very thin cloth. I had taken a while to notice, since the touch was so faint it was almost unperceivable, but slowly my comatose armchair was rubbing me to orgasm.
Fleetingly, I felt a surge of guilt and almost adjusted my position. It seemed wrong to entertain the idea of allowing another man to stimulate me. But I took a deep drink from the bottle and attempted to justify the situation. Firstly, my husband was an idiot. If he had just taken us home and had his way with me there, then I wouldn’t have been in this situation in the first place. Secondly, the guy was asleep. I mean it’s not like being unfaithful. In most senses of the word the guy was just like an inanimate object – a vibrator. It was no different to using a vibrator.By this time, I could feel the heat that was building between my legs. I knew it was too late now – the damage was done, so I might just as well enjoy it. I opened my thighs a little to allow Dave’s leg to press harder against my crotch. Slowly, as the small rhythmic vibrations traveled through him like a conduit straight to my clitoris, I felt my excitement grow. Outwardly, I still sat forward tipping the bottle of wine down my throat and giving no overt signs of the tingling ebbs of pleasure rippling though me. Inwardly, my body reacted to the situation with an intensity that I have never known. My breasts, ample at 36c, pressed against the soft silk bra that held them beneath my dress and were suddenly sensitive as the seeds of lust took firm root. I could feel my nipples harden and press forward as though searching for escape, eager to be touched. Lower down, the heat between my legs felt as though it had reached boiling point, the entrance to my pussy was no longer moist, but soaking my panties as its juices leaked in a stream from my wet hole.
My eyes I knew would be glazed as I stared sightlessly forward, swept into a wanton need for fulfillment. I took another deep drink of wine and hoped my glazed look would be mistaken for drunkenness.For another ten minutes, I rode in the back of my husband’s car on the knee of his friend on a wave of heavenly pleasure. Every bump only increased my desire to orgasm over his friend’s knee. But with every passing minute, the pleasure turned slowly to frustration. Every bump now teased my swollen clit with a promise that would never be satisfied, and I needed more. I wanted more. I bit my lip and nervously glanced behind me. Dave was out cold, as was Phil beside him and Geoff still gazed aimlessly out of the window. My pussy ached to be filled, and I realized that the point for consideration was long passed, my mind was already decided, I needed a cock, and nothing was going to stop me. I reached back with my arm, and let my hand drop on Dave’s crotch. I let it rest there for a moment, then increased the pressure slightly and watched his face for a reaction…nothing. Slowly I popped his button open, unzipped his trousers and reached down into his boxer shorts. It was still just a vibrator, I rationalized to myself. Softly, I ran my hand from the head of his cock down to his sack, caressing the soft flesh before pulling gently back towards the head. Slowly I started to wank him. For a few moments, I began to wonder if I would get any cock tonight after all, but slowly the flesh began to fill out and harden.As it reached full length, and I allowed my hand a final stroke along his thick shaft, I couldn’t help but smile, pleased to discover that the only cock other than my husbands to fill my hole would be worthy of the cause. Subtly, I lifted myself a couple of inches off his lap, and eased the wide hem of my dress up at the back. I slipped my panties to the side, allowing my fingers to dip momentarily between
The folds of my pussy lips. They were wetter than I’d ever known them. I glanced forward. My husband was looking ahead at the road.”Turn up the radio babe,” I slurred, then gently I lowered myself backwards and down onto the head of Dave’s waiting cock.His prick penetrated my soaked hole with ease, and it was all I could do to prevent a gasp of pleasure from escaping. I felt the fat head as it pushed inside, stretching my lips around his shaft as it edged deeper in. The muscles in my hole contracted involuntarily as I felt a wave of pleasure course through me, but the tightened passage only made me yearn for penetration more feverishly. I sat down heavily on the remaining few inches, and this time a gasp escaped as his full length drove inside me. To my left Geoff turned to look at me.”Alright?” He asked softly. I just smiled, and he went back to looking out of the window.Full to bursting with Dave’s cock planted firmly in my pussy, I continued to lean forward allowing the motion of the car to rock me back and forth on his hard shaft. Occasionally I would adjust my position, and use the ruse to allow me to ride up on his cock and then sink back down, renewing the sensation of a stiff prick filling me to my very depths.
The sensations of pleasure that had ebbed around my clitoris now shuddered through my body as my climax approached. A few more adjustments to feel his cock gliding through my hole and gratification would be mine. I closed my eyes, savoring the experience. I would never have imagined that fucking my husbands friend before his very eyes would have turned me on so much, yet here I was, impaled to the hilt, Dave’s sack pressed against my bare ass cheeks, and my cunt juices flowing over them like a tide because I wanted him to make me cum so bad. Behind me, Dave groaned. In an instant my eyes were wide open, and I threw a furtive glance behind me. It was all I needed for him to wake up. Briefly I was relieved, as his head lolled sideways onto Phil’s head, which still rested on his shoulder. But then, I felt his cock swell inside me and the pulsations which followed told me that he was filling my hole full of his cum. At the same time I glanced over at Geoff. He had turned from the window and was looking at me. In that moment I experienced a myriad of sensations. On the one hand the car’s motion continued to jog Dave’s now engorged prick into my desperate pussy, and yet even as the crescendo neared I felt his erection lessen and wane. Within a few seconds his limp member would slip from my sodden lips and lie uselessly under my ass. Then there was Geoff, I wondered how long he had been looking for, had he noticed anything whilst I was sat with my eyes closed reveling in the pleasure of a hard cock teasing me to orgasm? Or had he seen the overwhelming look of ecstasy that crossed my face fleetingly before the disappointed realization that I wouldn’t get to cum. I smiled at him again. This time, hesitantly, he smiled back, and then turned for the second time back to the window. He hadn’t noticed anything after all. Leaning forward casually, I slipped Dave’s flaccid cock back into his pants and zipped up his trousers. I’m not sure why, perhaps it was the aftermath of my unfulfilled desire, but as I clasped Dave’s button back into place, I glanced across the car, allowing my gaze to fall on Geoff’s crotch. I couldn’t be sure, it was dark and he was twisted slightly away from me, but it seemed that he had a bulge in his trousers, and that could only mean one thing…maybe he hadn’t seen anything, but he may well have suspected something. And if he did, it aroused him.I looked out of the window ahead. We were on Station Road, a dark stretch of road about twenty miles from home. Parallel to Station Road ran a main road with a
Twenty-four hour petrol station. The only adjoining road was a narrow little country lane, and the most direct route from there to home was a fifteen mile stretch of bumpy track.I considered my position. We were a half hour from home. When we got home, my husband and his friends would most likely smoke pot whilst I sat burning with desire for a good fucking that would certainly not come that night. My pussy was dripping another mans cum, but still ached for an orgasm of its own. Geoff didn’t appear to have seen what had taken place, however he may have suspected – and that may have turned him on. There were far too many ‘maybes’ for my liking, but I had to know. A plan had already formed in my mind and all that was required now was to put it into action. “Honey, would you mind stopping at the petrol station on the way?” I smiled sweetly at Jas as he looked back at me in the rear view mirror.”It’s hardly on the way babe.””I know, but since we are heading over to the guys, I’d like some smokes…besides, you can head home over the waste ground track. It’ll take the same time.” A few hundred yards ahead, Jas turned onto the country lane. And shortly after that we pulled into the petrol station.I jumped out of the car and headed into the shop, bought some cigarettes and then made a brief visit to the ladies room. After cleaning as much of Dave’s cum out as possible, I removed my bra, slipped out of my panties and dropped both into the sanitary disposal unit. Stage one complete. Heading back to the car, I opened the door on Geoff’s side and without waiting for an invitation squeezed in onto his lap, closing the door behind me.
As Jas pulled out of the garage I asked him to turn up the music a little louder and then leaned back against Geoff, “Hope you don’t mind me coming over this side, its just Dave snores in my ear.” Then I wriggled back until my ass was settled firmly over his cock. “Er…no, it’s fine,” he mumbled, glancing briefly at the back of his wife’s head before turning his head back to the window.Stage two complete. Beneath my ass, I could feel the outline of Geoff’s cock pressing the material of my dress into the crack of my now naked cheeks. I could swear I had felt him grow a little when I settled onto his lap, but before I could progress I needed something more substantial. I reached across the car, to the opposite side where I had left my bottle of wine, pressing my bum harder into his crotch as I did so. When I settled back, I twisted slightly, placing one arm around his shoulders, so that my braless tits were inches from his face, and offered him the bottle. He took a small drink, and offered the bottle back…nervously it seemed. I took a deep drink, tipping my head back so that I couldn’t see him. I pushed my chest out, so that my tits, pressed hard against the fabric of my dress would have no choice but to bulge out of the top. I could feel his eyes on them. Beneath me, I felt his cock pulse slightly. Seventy percent certain, I wanted just one more indication that I could safely proceed to fucking him.”I need to get these damn shoes off,” I muttered, bending forward whilst surreptitiously slipping the back of my dress up, so that my hairless slit, naked in all its glory now pressed directly down onto his crotch. I removed my shoes, and then sitting back upright, I lifted myself from his lap, and made a show of attempting to pull my dress back down, repeatedly brushing his cock through his trousers as I did so.”Damn it.” I slurred plopping down firmly in his lap and taking another deep swig of wine. “Damn dress is snagged now.” And I wriggled back and forth, grinding my pussy against his readily hardening cock as though to emphasize the point.”Er…You want me to try?” He asked.
“Ok.” I hiccupped, and lifted my ass from his groin, shifting so that my weight pinned the dress to his thigh.I waited, ass raised invitingly into the air, until his fingers clasped the hem, which lay directly beneath my moist pussy, and he attempted to pull it free. A few moments later, I knew we would turn onto the track which would lead us home. It was already dark, but once the main road was behind us it would be pitch black. It was now or never. If I had been excited before, I was beyond myself now. Here I was, pussy open and dripping – desperate to be fucked like never before, and the man in question was not my husband, but my next door neighbor. His wife sat in the front seat, with my husband, both blissfully unaware that Geoff was about to be confronted with the dilemma of his life. I knew from the bulge beneath me that Geoff was aroused, but how far would he take it? I had taken it this far, and in the next few moments would take it as far as I could without appearing anything other than drunk. Geoff however would be far from certain that I was offering him my pussy on a plate. Stage three would see me lay my bare pussy into his hands…but what then? He might assume that being blind drunk I had no idea what I was doing. He would remove his hands and stare out of the window until we reached home. I was banking on the other option, where no man can resist a moist hole. He will take a leap of faith, and I will take another load of cum. Geoff pulled again at the hem of my dress, and I felt it give. At that moment, the car turned off the main road, and onto the dark gravel track, there was a lurch as the front wheels found the first of many potholes, and I let my backside drop heavily onto his hands.
His palms gripped my ass cheeks, and his fingers pressed into the soft wet flesh of my pussy. “You know what…” I slurred…”It’s good how it is.” And I settled back against his body, holding his arms in place.the next few moments seemed to hang in the air for an eternity. Geoff neither pulled away, nor delved in deep. Unsure of what to do, he just sat motionless. I dared not move, in case he took it as a protest against his invasion of my privates. Still, I was desperate. Softly, I rested my head back against his shoulder and let a quiet moan escape from the back of my throat. For a moment there was nothing; then his fingers twitched slightly. Tentatively he began to edge the fingers of one hand deeper into my folds. I opened my legs invitingly, and felt the first finger slip inside to the knuckle. He withdrew his other hand, and slid it back, over my ass, and up until it slipped inside my dress and cupped my breast. He continued to finger fuck me, as I moaned in his ear and urged him to make me cum. My juices flowed with renewed vigor, until I could feel them wetting his hand, and running down my thighs. Beneath me I could feel his cock straining for release, and slipping my hand between us, I freed it from its constraints. It felt shorter than Dave’s, as I slid my hand from tip to sack. But as I lifted myself from his lap, and positioned myself above him, his prick penetrated my hole, spreading the wet folds until it seemed they would stretch no further. Still, I lowered my eager pussy onto his cock, exhaling sharply as the thick shaft relentlessly forced its way inside.Unlike the relatively smooth ride that I had enjoyed whilst fucking Dave, the gravel track was a rollercoaster by comparison. Jolted and Jarred, I found myself bouncing around on Geoff’s cock as it fell repeatedly from my gaping hole before plunging back inside. My pussy was on fire, and burned with a feverish intensity, anticipating each thrust that drove into my molten hole. Energetic spasms tore through my body, until it felt like the swollen head of his rampant prick was slamming right through me, attempting to drive its way into my stomach.
Suddenly the car lurched more violently than before, and for a moment, I found myself up in the air, before dropping back down onto the thick shaft that was impaling me over and over, this time sinking it so deep into my wanton pussy that I groaned uncontrollably. “Are you Ok in the back there?” Jas asked.”Yes.” I replied quickly, grinding my pussy over the cock inside and feeling the upsurge of my impending orgasm, not so much welling inside as erupting, as pent-up pleasures of the past hour came flooding through me, in wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. “Oh fuck yes!”We were nearing the end of the gravel track, just several hundred yards from the guy’s house. Ahead, street lamps shone like beacons, marking the main road. Between here and there, I seemed to remember the track becoming exceptionally rough, and within seconds I knew I was right.Violently, the car reared and heaved – throwing everyone inside about like rag dolls. Beside me, Phil and Dave groaned as their heads collided and they came awake with a painful start. Kim bounced in her seat, and I heard her mumble something about a bumpy ride. She had no idea. In the back seat, with her husbands cock filling my hole to bursting, I was having the bumpiest ride of my life – and loving it.Orgasm after orgasm racked my body until every nerve quivered with surge after surge of electrical energy rushing through them. In the darkness, I could hear Dave mumbling to Phil. I was certain they would hear my breathing, but at this point I couldn’t care less. Deep inside my pussy, I could feel Geoff’s cock swelling well beyond its limits, and as the lurching motion drove his shaft relentlessly into the soaking hole between my legs, his hands tore inside my dress and groped my tits, kneading the flesh roughly. I reached down and gripped his knees with my hands, grinding harder onto his pulsating shaft. A moment later, I felt his engorged head explode inside me, the warm spurt of his cum filling my hole. Again, I felt my climax nearing and I threw back my head and thrust my ass cheeks down as hard as they would go until every inch of him pounded into me. “Oh fuck…” I groaned shamelessly as the flood of ecstasy swept though me.A minute later, we pulled off the gravel track onto the main road and into the parking lot of Dave and Phil’s flat. As Jas switched off the ignition, and swiveled to look into the back seat, I noticed that his wasn’t the only glance to turn in my direction. Four pairs of eyes were silently making what they could of the scene before them. Geoff’s cock had already slipped from my now gaping hole, and I had quietly zipped it back into his trousers. But sitting there before them, barely able to control my heavy breathing, dress askew and face no doubt flushed from the best fucking of my life…what could I say?”So…how about that coffee?” I smiled Can contact me My email id- OR
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The Belly Riders of The IslandsIt had been a little over sixteen years since Harry and Jean had been down to Brazil and he worked for the Alfalla ranchero, crop spraying and Jean won the derby for belly riding that year. Things had changed drastically for them, but mostly for their good. The had bought the two hundred fifty acre island, and built a log home, stable and eighteen hundred foot landing strip. Added a riding path all the way around their land when they returned from South...
"Ohmigod, it's beautiful," I squealed, looking at Lisa's hand, "And it's huge! What is it, two and a half carats?" "Two seven-five," said Lisa, "and look at the cut and clarity. Jim does good work." "It really is great. Congratulations," I said, giving her a hug. "There's something else Brian. I want you in my wedding party." "I'd love to," I said, then paused. "But I would think Jim has some other people, like maybe everyone else he knows, that he'd rather have as ushers, don't...
(Authors note: This story was inspired by femur's Lovingly Modified Romance Comic covers, specifically af023.jpg) ALTERED FATES: THE BITTER BRIDEGROOM By BobH (c) 2002 It was going to be the wedding of the year. Hollywood's new golden-haired wonder boy Tom Hudson was marrying supermodel Gina Carter, and the press couldn't get enough of them. It was a pairing that had synergy, they said, one in which their combined fame and glamor would be greater than the sum of that which...
I come home on a hot, sunny, summer Thursday afternoon. My wife is excited to see me and has some news. “Honey, I found a cute new swimsuit today and we need to take a sunset boat ride this afternoon,” she says.“I guess you are talking about a pleasure boat ride and not a fishing boat ride.”She says, “Most definitely a pleasure boat ride, and I think it will be a very pleasurable boat trip.” She smiles, wiggles her hips a little and gives me a knowing look.“I definitely think a pleasure boat...
InterracialWalking in heels sucks. I’d have kicked them off, but the midday sun made that backwater, single lane road so hot my poor feet would have blistered in minutes. I have a car. Well, I had a car until it fucking died, leaving me stranded in the middle of bum-fuck Egypt. Okay, so the green fields and forests of Kentucky are anything but desert — but, grass or sand, I was just as alone. So, why didn't I call for help? Because my asshole of an ex-boyfriend couldn't be bothered to renew the damn...
OutdoorWe were returning home from our annual trek across the country in our pick up truck. Leaving the east coast, we took the southern route back across interstate 10. It was the typical hot scorching temperate in the 90's as we made our way past Houston, turning and heading northward. We were ready to take a break and camp for a day or so. We found a camping area just off the beaten path, in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere. For the most part it was deserted and the tiny so called town was...
Wife LoversYou don't really know how much stuff you have collected in your life until you move.With our last son going to college, we did two moves in one. We were moving to a condo only a few miles away, while we were driving Cory sixteen hours to college. Because we had to put all our items in storage, we didn't get title for three more weeks, we were going to do a two week road trip after we dropped Cory off.As we packed the car with both Cory's stuff and our suitcases for the almost three week round...
You don't really know how much stuff you have collected in your life until you move.With our last son going to college, we did two moves in one. We were moving to a condo only a few miles away, while we were driving Cory sixteen hours to college. Because we had to put all our items in storage, we didn't get title for three more weeks, we were going to do a two week road trip after we dropped Cory off.As we packed the car with both Cory's stuff and our suitcases for the almost three week round...
DIFFERENT WAYS TO RIDE or Rodeo.txt by Waldo Chapter 1 - The Accident Chapter 2 - The Hospital Chapter 3 - The Surgery Chapter 4 - The first 30 days Chapter 5 - High Heels Chapter 6 - Completing my education Chapter 7 - Watching the Rodeo Chapter 8 - Harve and Revenge Different Ways to Ride Chapter 1 - The Accident As the rodeo announcer called the final results of the last event, I climbed onto the wooden fence and stared down at the massive bull that I was supposed...
She had slept in her saddle the night before, exhausted after leaving the earth of the battlegrounds soaked in blood. The king of Haedell had called for the Dragonbrides, begging the aid of their mounts against the unsurmountable hordes of rebels that had backed him into a corner, lead by his own former general. The man was as skilled in tactics and strategy as his former liege was lacking in them, and his advantage had been great. It had taken all day to lay waste to the rebel legions,...
Sao Paolo, Brazil, 1923: When Alicia was a teenager her mother had thought her religious devotion to be only a phase. The girl had started rising before sunrise to attend early mass. This was very unusual for her family was composed of hard- nosed merchants in the city of Sao Paolo and rarely had they the time for esoteric leanings. At first Alicia’s mother suspected a boy. She was probably meeting some young rake at mass, or worst, a priest. This turned out not to be the case. Her mother...
It was said they would never dream. How could they? Even the tell-tale signs of rapid-eye-movement were suppressed in the stasis-field of the ship’s hibernaculum, their life processes held in suspension as shimmering blue cryo-gasses inhibited even cellular mitosis. Brain-waves barely registered on the bio-scanners, and yet somehow, deep in the hidden recesses of her sub-consciousness the dreams came! An erotic tableau of her most secret desires unfolded irrepressibly, as the young...
Something was terribly wrong with my legs. More concerning was there was something terribly wrong with the number of legs I had. I was born with two, which I have never complained about. They had served me well, from getting up in the morning, to running away from bullies, to my morning jogs to keep me in shape. I was pretty happy with my legs, they were probably one of my only good features, second only to the long curly black hair I got from my mom. I had eight of them now. Normal girls...
"Agamor, Lord of the Sun, hear me. Please, light our way to victory. Shine your magnificence down on us, and keep your humble servant safe." Teysa concluded her prayer and unshipped her mace. "I'm ready. Let's move on." They were four when they first arrived in the cave system: Rodrik, the doughty dwarf fighter and the group's leader; Mez, the arrogant elven mage; Aliara, the half-elven rogue, skilled with tricks and traps; and Teysa, the human paladin, armored in her faith and her plate. She...
FantasyNell in Bridewell (Lenchen im Zuchthause)By Wilhelm ReinhardTranslation from GermanParis: Society of British Bibliophiles, 1900CHAPTER 13Spectators rush to the room where the women prisoners are to be flogged — Indecent eagerness of the high-born dames — Reserved seats prepared for them in front of the whipping-bench — "There Stands the handsome girl who has become a criminal through love !" — Unfeeling remarks — Helen called a " dainty bit " — Sabina is the first victim — The tight-fitting...
My husband found this site a year or so ago and spends time reading through the adventures of virginity. He encouraged me to send in my tale of loss as it excites him when I tell it. I was raised in a small mid sized farming/industrial community in the Midwest. We were a town of about 10,000 people; most of them middle class. This was about thirty years ago and I was a junior in high school and had dated a few times. Back then a popular Friday or Saturday date was to head to the local drive-in...
First TimeIt was said they would never dream. How could they? Even the tell-tale signs of rapid-eye-movement were suppressed in the stasis-field of the ship's hibernaculum, their life processes held in suspension as shimmering blue cryo-gasses inhibited even cellular mitosis. Brain-waves barely registered on the bio-scanners, and yet somehow, deep in the hidden recesses of her sub-consciousness the dreams came! An erotic tableau of her most secret desires unfolded irrepressibly, as the young...
Fantasy & Sci-FiIt was mid September and I was walking the local path in the woods. It was a warm day and what a day it was. My dog Ghost was with me, and as dogs do, he was running around, sometimes behind and sometimes in front of me. I had walked for some time now and I was looking for the little cave down by the river for some shade and to rest awhile. As I situated myself under the shaded nook, I whistled and heard Ghost barking but he never ran back to me so I whistled again and this time I realized that...
There were six of us sitting out a long trainride. From Paris, gard du Nord to the french-spanish border.I was sitting next to the window, with a Canadian girl on my left. She was travelling alone. My friend I was travelling and I were on our way to the Spanish Costa Brava, to meet a girl we met in Germany.We were all having a good time joking and jesting until the sun started setting, the night was getting dark an some of us wanted to get some sleep.The lights were out and I started dozing...
I hadn’t been to Bridewell for years. I’d gone quite a bit in my student days, always on a Friday (they did men on a Thursday), enjoying the sport with the other students, leering half-drunkenly at the breasts or buttocks of the whores and other miscreants as they were beaten.I don’t know why Tobias suggested it that week – maybe somebody had tipped him the wink. We’d shared a dinner at his chambers, me, him and Henry, who’s a surgeon (I never quite ascended to their level and work in a...
The Creneth mansion had a project built recently. The large mansion had always had a large amount of grassland around with massive gardens that decorated the land. Anything you dreamed of, you could find it within this domain, hence why Markus, Andrea and Jeremy were not much inclined to leave it. This new project was what amounted to a private stable of fine wood. Within this grate building was anything a horse could possibly want or need. All the riding gear, equipment, and anything...
My name is Vikram and I live in Chennai. I am 26 years old. My email id is wrote a story previously called “Brindha and me” in ISS. I love ISS. This is my second story. This happened a couple of days before 2008 diwali, and as such buses are crowded during that time. I was on my way from Pondicherry to Chennai. I took the bus around 8pm. The bus was not packed, but there was no empty seat in sight, so i had to stand. Suddenly the bus halted at one of the stops, and i was amazed to see about...
Little Letme Rideurwood- Sam DarquesiedDancing shadows played on the forest floor as Little Letme Rideurwood pranced and skipped through the woods. She had turned eighteen that day, and her years of seclusion were now over as she eagerly headed to grandmother?s house for the arranged match to the boy from Gottlotts. Little Letme?s isolation had kept her innocent, na?ve, and pure, the only acceptable pairing that a rich boy from Gottlotts would consider. Grandmothers from the poor village of G...
your head hums with a dull roar of pain as you blearily open your eyes... seeing only gray and brown, then closing your eyes against the sudden light... you try to shut out the room you see revealed as the curtain over the window above your bed(it IS a bed isnl't it ?) is pulled back and you wake to the ache of a dull medicated sleep... only to feel your chin gripped in a strong hand and a chiding voice telling you to" open your eyes so the gents could see them... " you feel the weight of...
Sean didn't like it when his sister Karen broke-up with a guy. Karen wasn't known for picking great guys to begin with and she was the type who always had to be attached to someone. When she wasn't she was known for making bad decisions and being, well, flighty. So when she called Sean on a cloudy Saturday and told him that she was going on a mountain bike ride in a local National Forest by herself, he tried to talk her out of it. Karen and Sean were the last two members of their family to...
Sometimes I fill the tank jump in my starship and just drive. I’d open the ships computer grid map and circle in on the planet I wanted to visit. Then I’d home in on a local town and start my venture. I’ve been in some serious shit and I owe my self a little R&R. I sometimes let the computer set a course for me towards some planet like Jamedra or Thrae. It didn’t matter where. The computer pointed, I just went until the tank ran on almost empty and filled it back up when I got there. Then I...
HardcoreMy wife had been gone for four years. She didn’t die she “wanted her freedom” so she divorced me, took all she wanted of her things (which was practically nothing), and headed southwest with a strange, long haired, dark skinned younger guy she had met at the gym...and that’s enough of that story. After she was gone I fretted for a while and then started to make some changes which would help me adjust to being alone. First, I went on a binge to rid my life of reminders of her. Along the way I...
Chapter One: Futa's First Wild Ride By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 Before the cheering studio audience, the host interviewing about my life for the last hour, was lost to her lusts. The sexy, caramel-skinned Amelia, pushed me down on the couch we were sitting upon. I didn't fight her, my futa-dick throbbing so hard against my dress. “Oh, Becky,” she groaned, her perfectly coiffed, brown hair spilling about the wild passion of her features. She had that delightful,...
An early adventure of mine: You must be 18 to ride this ride.I received an email recently from a fan of my stories on here. In it, he asked me what age was too young to fuck me. He also wanted to know why. I wrote back telling him one must be of age to ride this ride. By age, I mean 18 years old at least. I wrote him back telling him also why.I know I am a slut and will fuck anyone is what your thinking. Well, I am a slut and I will tease any age boy or girl. However, you have to be 18 for me...
My name is Jessica. I’m a fairly attractive, early-30’s single woman, about 5’6” tall, with a very nice body – my big 38D tits are my most impressive feature – a slim waist and 35” hips complete the package. As you can imagine, I had no trouble getting plenty of attention on my beach vacation. So, after 5 days of fun-filled drunkenness and debauchery in Miami, I packed my bag and headed back toward St. Louis, taking the scenic back roads through Florida and Georgia. I hadn’t given myself much...
Tasha tossed back and forth in bed, restless after waking up from the naughtiest dream featuring the Whitings. Feeling moist between the legs and very horny, she turned to Brian, who was still asleep in bed next to her. If he only knew how she became a complete and total whore for the Whitings; the things she had done with them and to them, things that she had never done with him. There were moments she thought about sharing her secret affair with Brian, but hesitated. Would he understand her...
Quickie Sex“If you could sleep with any of my friends, with no fear of me getting mad, who would it be?” she asked. "There’s nobody I want more than you,” he replied. “No fair,” she said. “It’s a hypothetical question, babe, I’m not giving you permission. I just want to see if you say who I think you will say.” “You’re right, it’s not fair,” he replied. “You’re my wife and if I answer it at all then that means I’ve actually thought about it, which I haven’t. It’s never going to happen, I’m only...
ThreesomesThe new family that had moved into the road had caused quite a stir in their first few days. Their old car didn't really fit in with the expensive German cars parked outside the houses in the street. The loud party they'd held on their first night had broken the silence in the usually quiet and tranquil neighbourhood. And the way they dressed was certainly something the mainly older residents weren't used to seeing.Mikey and his wife Sarah went across the road with their three-year-old daughter...
CheatingIt was a hot sunny August day and I was getting ready to go for a bike ride, my names Richard and I’m a keen cyclist, I belong to a local cycling club and we meet weekly to go for long rides, today however I was going out alone I didn’t know where I was going or for how long I would be out I was just going to ride and see where I ended up.When I’m cycling I wear black lycra tights and they are skintight leaving nothing to the imagination, I was naked and pulled my tights on, my penis was semi...
The Ride. It was a perfect morning for a bike ride. A little hazy cloud to take out the full brightness of the sun. Early enough in the year, for it not to be too hot, in full leathers. As he pulled on his own leathers the sensation of the leather on his skin and the thought of what she would look like in hers was enough to make his manhood grow slightly. The sensation was enhanced when is trousers were done up increasing the pressure on his lazily growing dick and restricting its movements....
Straight SexAs I finished rinsing the soap off my naked body, thinking it was already a week and a half since I picked up my saddle ... finally ... Today I’ll go for a ride! YUM YUM. Drying off my sexy body and slipped on a red thong and bra, I made my way to the kitchen.After cleaning up the kitchen and a load of laundry, I dressed and put my choice of sex clothes in the saddlebag. I drove to the riding stables.The old fart husband went off to be with his cronies. Probably to harass the new waitress at...
MatureMost of you know how much I love horses and I'm sure all of you know how much I love being publicly exposed fully naked for all to see and enjoy. Well this adventure combines both. It made for an incredible and exciting afternoon to say the least. To start my early afternoon I was sunbathing in the nude as I usually do but this time I was using our newest addition to the farm, a brand new watering trough. It made for the perfect place to sunbath. The sides worked like mirrored surfaces to...
Horseback Ride As soon as my sister walked in the door I told her that we had to talk. She said okay but that she really had to pee first. I paced the floor waiting for her to come back out to me. When Emma reappeared she looked great. My sister was something special. She had just come back from a night out with the girls and she was dressed to kill. Her short tight cotton skirt was black in color and just barely covered any panties that she might be wearing. Her little white half...
Jessie's Music Box Dance and Bitch Ride. I once again step into my dark side. I really thought this one up at my paying job. Hello all you happy people. My name is John Labatt. This how I spent one summer vacation. The plant where I worked at had closed. The corporate headquarters, tech support, and warehouse would remain. All production jobs would be out sourced. Sinced I worked in production, I was out of a job. I was also out of a home as well. The condo unit where I...