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El Tablado is on the east coast of Tenerife and I was living there because it was cheap. Tenerife is a Spanish island off the coast of north Africa, so it has its own identity and is not sophisticated like Madrid or Barcelona. It was the weirdest town I had ever lived in, so small it was almost a village, with one small shop that was like the focal point and a little, cramped, dark, unattractive bar that was open only when the landlady had nothing better to do.

Tenerife is a volcanic island, which means it has a volcano, and although it's not active, the evidence of its past is everywhere. The landscape is dry and ugly, inhospitable, and, on the part of the east coast where I was, there was usually a cold wind blowing in off the Atlantic, although the capital, Santa Cruz in the north, and the touristy parts down south were sheltered and hot. El Tablado was originally a fishing village that had been converted into a resort of sorts during the tourism boom of the 60s and 70s. It had no beach as such, but claimed to have. There was a slope of black pebbles down and up which little boats must have been pulled, and a sort of breakwater had been built to keep out the worst of the Atlantic swells. On this stubby dark stone structure were attached stainless steel ladders with which swimmers could climb back up after they had either leapt into the sea or negotiated the perilous, slippery steps.

After a few weeks I came to realise that this place was a magnet for a particular kind of sun-worshipper, an undemanding kind who was not bothered about golden sand or indeed any sand. Access to the sea was all that was required; that and the possibility of lying in the sun and getting baked. Around the corner was an even wilder stretch where the waves thundered in and which was so hard to reach and so uncomfortable when you managed it that it was secluded. That made it attractive to naturists, so generously-fleshed couples could be seen there, their private parts pointed out to sea. I watched them sometimes from the promenade.

Meanwhile, back at the “beach” the local young women would blithely go topless. I can only imagine what they think of people like me. Do they seriously expect us not to look when they are displaying body parts that may have a practical purpose but are also very attractive as physical features? Another thing I realised after a while there was that Tenerifean women don't seem to mind being looked at.

Women don't all over the world, in fact. I have remarked before how it is possible to enjoy a mutually-enjoyable show experience as long as the woman seems to feel comfortable with you as the observer – and if she doesn't, you just stop. Just as importantly, no one else must know she knows she is being watched. To argue that this arrangement is wrong is to attempt to deny that women are interested in sex at all. It has been prudified over the centuries and of course we are now almost at a stage where written permission is required for one person to be granted access to another in any way at all. Of course there are a lot of good intentions involved, and vulnerable people are being protected. But let's not forget that sex is also fun and as long as respect is shown, we can all enjoy it and should enjoy it without being terrified of the consequences.

So, back to the women of Tenerife. I think many of them actually enjoy being watched. I spent half an hour on a bus looking at a nice but unexceptional middle-aged woman one day and when I got up to leave, she thanked me – and not with relief or sarcasm. We had passed a boring journey with a little harmless fantasy.

The women there tend to be plump; it must be their diet, I suppose. In mainland Spain that is not necessarily the case, but Tenerife is a law unto itself. So the females of El Tablado tend to be on the buxom side, crammed into stretchy bathing costumes and bikinis, some of the late teen and 20-something ones on the trim side of full-bodied but nowhere near skinny, and a few like to go topless to get some sun on their nipples. The older ones, and some of the young ones who have yet to decide to get in shape, are roly-poly and apparently proud of it.

Which brings us to Miranda and her daughter Lita. Miranda was in her forties, divorced and apparently carefree. She had a menial job and not much money but owned a small house that had been in her family for generations. The house wasn't in El Tablado itself, which was a good thing, as we will get to in a while. El Tablado had a population of around 100. The streets were narrow and the houses were close together. Everybody knew everybody else, apart from the vacationers who came for the weekend or a week, and even then, within a day or two they were part of the furniture.

One Saturday afternoon I was down on the sea wall, grabbing some rays and reading one of the few print books that remained from what was once a nice little library but had been replaced by Kindle and the internet. This roly-poly woman kept walking past, going for a swim, coming back cool and dripping, going to the shop and coming back with ice creams. She and her daughter had taken up residence on large stone step away from the wall. I must have been looking at Miranda, because when I glanced at teenage Lita she gave me a look that seemed to say, “Stop having salacious thoughts about my mother. If you want something to look at, here I am.” It wasn't a friendly look, but a scolding one. Miranda was sumptuous, not just big. She was a Harrods hamper of a woman, packed with unseen goodies and unspoken promise. Her long curly dark hair cascaded down her brown shoulders and her back, while her bright blue swimming costume was under pressure. When she laughed, which she did often, she exposed a gap where she had lost a tooth just right of centre – not one of the front ones but close. It gave her a piratical look, as if she were about to swing across the way on a rope and hurl herself into the sea. She was a jolly, rollicking woman who knew how to have a good time.

Lita, on the other hand, was quiet; she was not fat but overly-well upholstered, her pale skin barely kept in check by her polka dot bikini. Her thighs were creamy, smooth and inviting, even while her facial expression was forbidding. Her breasts, which recently must have been magnificent, were now a shade overinflated, although there are plenty of men in the world who would see that as a good thing.

Lita had long dark hair too, but hers was straight.

It's hard to ascertain a girl's age, but from the way she looked and acted, I guessed 18. I certainly hoped she was, because I wanted to lick my way up those thighs to the fork and nuzzle her springy sexual buns before reaching up and pulling her briefs down and off. She stared back at me defiantly, as if reading my thoughts and daring me to try to make it happen. Whatever happens, she snarled silently, you won't be having my mother because for one thing she has had her day and now it's my generation's turn, and for another she is my mother and as such she's not eligible for having sex.

The two began an animated conversation that included gestures and glances in my direction. Then Miranda marched over to me.

“Hola. You the English teacher?”

“Buenos dias. Yes, that's me.”

“My daughter need lessons. You want to show me how you work?”

“Sure. When can I do that?”

“Now. We are going home. You get your books and come with us.”

“I don't need books at first,” I said. My initial class was always the same: going through the basics of alphabet, numbers etc, and seeing how much the student knows.

“Muy bien,” Miranda said. “We go now.”

We piled into Miranda's beaten up old SEAT and chugged across the bridge over the autopista to the steep hill inland. Not far up it, she turned off onto a rocky track and pulled up outside a simple little concrete house that looked as if someone had got bored or run out of money and just stopped building it once it was wind- and watertight.

We sat in the kitchen and Miranda got some beers out of the fridge. I declined because I was working, which seemed to surprise her, and Lita said no because she was going out soon, although I suspected she was just in anti-parent mode and anything the so-called adults were going to do was a corny idea. So Miranda sat alone outside while her daughter and I ran through some elementary English. Miranda had spent a year in England in her 20s, working as an au pair, hence her command of the language, but Lita had only had the sort of tuition Spanish youngsters get at school. Her knowledge of grammar was sketchy and her accent was terrible. But she wanted to learn and with the maternal presence out of the room she even smiled once or twice. We just did half an hour, enough for me to assess my student and for my student and her sponsor to assess me.

Then, with the sun dipping and the wind making it as far as this hill, Lita got ready to go out and Miranda made herself and me a baked potato with cheese on a dilapidated barbecue.

A friend came to pick up the girl and they headed up to the one-horse nightlife furnished by two rudimentary bars and some people's houses, where generations of no good had been got up to.

Miranda kept the beer flowing and became increasingly loud and salt-of-the-earth, the Spanish music pouring out of an old CD player in what seemed to me an endless stream of the same thing. She was good company, though, and eventually we were dancing cheek to cheek in the warm, smoky dusk. Miranda was warm and womanly. She cuddled and rubbed herself against me and her hands roamed my back. She certainly wasn't playing hard to get and I wondered if that was because we had escaped from the tiny confines of El Tablado and the public gaze. Here at her hillside hideaway it was as if we were in a desert village miles from civilization.

All of this rubbed off on me and soon we were kissing, then fumbling with underclothes (she had changed out of the bathing suit into a long, baggy, dishevelled linen dress) while I was just wearing my daytime shorts and a t shirt.

Before I knew it we were in Miranda's bedroom, me naked and flat on my back on her big, soft bed and her also naked, crouched above me with her crotch stationed above my face. With steady, deliberate movements she would rub her slit up and down my nose and over my mouth, whereupon I would lick her as best I could before I grabbed her by the hips and held her still and I ploughed her ravine with my ravenous tongue. Her very quick shower had removed the sweat from her armpits and back, but she had adjudged her crotch sufficiently washed by the sea, and I was only too grateful to suck up her natural salty juices. The occasional pubic hair in my mouth reminded me that this was a wild, unsubtle country woman who treated sex like an adventure rather than a page from an instruction manual. I grabbed her more strongly and brought her undercarriage further back to see if she liked having her arse licked. She gleefully readjusted her position to allow me better access and soon she was bucking and lurching and grinding herself against me in the utter abandonment of orgasm. Then she climbed off and went down on me, sucking my cock and stroking it with carefree confidence until I spurted and she moved like a snake to catch my semen in her mouth.

We made circuits of each other's body for several hours until the heat and the exertion and the after-effects of the sun hypnotised us into submission and we fell asleep, wrapped around each other, to become untangled as we tried to sleep and then entwined again as we remembered things we wanted we do or returned to favourites. We managed to talk just enough to arrange that I should stay the night and relax in bed after she got up for work.

So it was that I was awake in a sweaty, aching pile as I heard the outside door slam and the car fire up and drive away.

I had forgotten all about my new student until I was sitting outside, eating cornflakes, when the screen door slammed and there she stood, wearing just knickers and a t-shirt. She didn't look surprised to see me, just world-weary, as if her life had disappointed her yet again. The t-shirt gave her body a mystique which bikini-clad near-nakedness did not.

She spoke in Spanish.

“My mom has gone to work?” I nodded and she went back inside.

I heard the shower gush and tried to just enjoy the morning and the strange freedom I felt, being here, leafing through a local newspaper in a foreign country, at someone else's house with nothing much to do and a beautiful day to do it in. I had spent the night with a lusty, deliciously full-bodied woman and might conceivably do so again. For now, I was stuck with a grumpy young woman who presumably resented the fact that a potential teacher was sitting there with her mother's permission to teach her English when what she wanted to do was laze around and be young.

On the other hand, she was young, but old enough to do what she wanted, and that included taking advantage of what she must have seen was a sexual opportunity, and the young are more impulsive than the mature, so I imagined she would be mulling it over while she bathed her naked body and made it ideal for kissing, stroking and tasting.

Twenty minutes later she appeared again, wrapped in a bath towel. Her hair dripped onto her shoulders. She had a new mood of positivity, as if she had decided to be on the front foot with this man who clearly wasn't aggressive, was probably harmless and with whom she could do anything her mother had. Because after all, she was better qualified than her mother.

The fact that she had elected to emerge in this post-shower state rather than fully dressed gave me grounds for optimism. This was the girl who had allowed my eyes to wander the smooth expanses of her thighs, the mountain range of her breasts and that oddly sinful little hollow of her navel, traditional reservoir for a young man's eager fluid when contraception was stripped to basics.

She sat on the other cheap white patio chair, protected from me by a rickety square table with a metal frame and wooden slatted top that was not part of the set.

She continued in Spanish, determined not to make this easy for me, because I was still a member of the opposition.

“So you think you can teach me English. I am not a good student. I am a Spanish speaker and I like it that way. Why should I bother?”

“The same reason I am learning Spanish,” I said. “They are the two main languages in the world and if we don't all speak them, we're going to have to learn Chinese. Do you want that?”

“Why not?” Lita replied with unreasoning defiance.

“Because they don't even use the same alphabet,” I began, feeling my way onto a well rehearsed argument. “So that has got to be more difficult, hasn't it?” She stared at me. “Hasn't it?” I insisted.

“Maybe,” she said, and tried to becalm the conversation there. Something, though, told her it was rude to do so. Maybe it was her decent upbringing, the basic good manners instilled in her by her mother. She wanted to keep talking, even if she wasn't going to come over to my side.

“So what are you going to teach me?” she asked. “What words does a woman need to know? Fuck? Lick?”

“Kiss,” I said. “We can start with that. You know what it means?” Lita puckered her lips at me half petulantly but aware that even that meant she was engaging with me.

“Men and women kiss,” I said evenly. “A kiss is an application for a job downstairs. You know that saying?” She shook her head.

“It doesn't start with a kiss,” she said. “It starts with a look. A boy looks at me and I look back at him.”

Unwillingly, she found her eyes drawn to mine and she had to wrench her gaze away.

“You have beautiful eyes,” I said.

“Oh please!” she protested. “You think I am stupid?”

“Too stupid to accept a compliment, maybe,” I said with a slight smile. “I think you have beautiful eyes.”

“Be quiet,” she said, with a quick glance to see if I was offended or shocked. I shook the newspaper straight and pretended to read it. After a minute or two she became impatient; she didn't like being ignored. She sat still to plan her next move and then leaned back slightly and her thighs separated just an inch or so.

“You said maybe,” she said in a measured tone. “What is the difference between maybe and perhaps?”

“Not much,” I said, happy to be on my subject. “I suppose maybe is more American and perhaps is more British. A bit more formal. In Spanish you have puede ser and quizas. And tal vez. What's the difference between them?”

“No, you're teaching me,” she said quickly. “I'm not teaching you.”

“Ah, so I am teaching you,” I said.

“Coño,” she said, an expletive regarded as minor even if it literally means cunt, with that n that has a y sound attached: conyo. It still surprises me when women use it, but Lita, like so many, clearly didn't think it was noteworthy. To them it just equates to shit or bollocks or even damn. Just a harmless interjection.

“Okay, let's go through the basics,” I suggested. “The alphabet. Go on.”

“A b c d e, shit I am not a child,” she protested in English.

“ Coño,” I said. “What does that mean?”

“Not what you think,” she said. “Let's go inside.” She walked straight into her bedroom, which was surprisingly tidy, and showed me a bookshelf, on which were English textbooks and a couple of novels: Oliver Twist and The Firefly Summer.

“Maeve Binchy,” I observed aloud, taking advantage of the non-Spanish words to switch to English. “You like her?”

“Someone gave it to me,” she said. “I have not read it.” Then she turned to face me. “Are you going to try to teach me something? Teach an unsophisticated girl from an izeland?'

“Island,” I corrected. “Let's start with looking. You looked into my eyes before. Let's do it again.”

I caught her gaze and held it, uncomfortably for both of us. To ease the pressure I stepped towards her and put my hands on her shoulders. She capitulated and we fell into a long, languid kiss. When we eventually broke it she stepped back and said,

“Do I have things to learn?” Realizing that she was still wearing the bath towel, I hooked a finger behind the little tuck and it fell to the floor. Her hands immediately went down to my flies and she wrenched my shorts and underpants down.

Lita was thrillingly naked, still slightly damp from the shower and with even her pores open. I sat her on her bed and pushed her back, then parted her thighs and put my face in her hot, moist, perfumed crotch. She was like a loaf of bread straight from the oven: warm and fragrant and in the best condition she could possibly be. And just like a lovely fresh loaf, I intended to eat her. I wouldn't even have to put butter on her, though, because her natural lubrication was replenishing what had been washed away by the hot water. Her pussy was as smooth as a peach and I presumed she had given herself a quick shave while she was in the shower, perhaps having done most of the work the previous evening, prior to going out to do whatever an 18-year-old girl would do in a one-horse town on the big night of the week. Perhaps she had a boyfriend, although there had been no talk of such a thing. But she hadn't pestered her mother for a lift to one of the towns nearby where there might have been two horses and restaurants and bigger bars, plus better places to hang around in the street, hoping to catch some passing action without spending any of the money they didn't have.

Boyfriend or not, years of experience or no experience at all, Lita had decided to give me a go and I, of course, was delighted.

I sucked her large, expansive pussy lips and licked her clitoris and she spread her legs as wide as she could to make sure I reached all her good bits. I licked her beautiful smooth canoe and poked my tongue into her hole. She shuddered with pleasure and pushed herself back at me, wanting to contribute. Again, this could have been due to her good upbringing, although I couldn't imagine the subject coming up during mother-daughter growing-up conversations.

“Turn over,” I said urgently, and made a circling motion with my index finger to clarify what I wanted.

She obeyed, although perhaps complied is a better word, because she clearly intended to remain in charge of her actions. Her brain did a split-second assessment of the situation, weighing up the submissiveness versus what she stood to gain and concluding that she was going to get the better part of the deal, if I intended to do what she hoped. I could sense her preparing to repel a wrong move, ready to bump me off if I tried to fuck her arse. She expected me to move smoothly into place behind her and slot my cock into her pussy.

Lita's body went momentarily slack as she felt my body change position and she found my face between her buttocks. Another split-second assessment told her this was probably not just harmless but potentially very enjoyable and I felt her relax as my tongue found her anus and gently licked it. She groaned with that animal sound that is just about all that remains of man's primitive sounds of acceptance and encouragement. Lita found herself naked in bed with an older man who knew how to play her instrument and I could sense a combination of pleasure and almost bewilderment as my tongue urged her towards dirty, primeval fulfilment. She was moaning and whimpering, powerless to resist a feeling that threatened to take over her entire body, her mind having been already been restrained by her own desire to see this through to its cataclysmic conclusion.

Soon she was stretching and twisting, writhing and tensing, as an electric eel of extreme desire slipped in through the back door and flooded her with accepting lust which made her beg silently for the climax. When that climax came, she tensed and released, tensed again and shuddered as the ultimate physical pleasure raced through her like a torrent, a river of all-consuming lust. Then she just stayed there, on her knees in grateful acceptance of this gift from her maker, brought to her via a man she had only just met but who read her like the simplest of instruction manuals.

Feel-good chemicals flooded her body and brain and she knew exactly what was happening when I moved up behind her and masturbated, my knuckles brushing against her buttocks deliberately, to give her senses some kind of commentary on what I was doing. My semen shot from my pumped-up balls and hit her crack hard, the initial impact firm but instantly giving way to a mellow slathering of dirty desire as she felt herself bathed in what in some circumstances might be construed as something to do with love. It was a confusing feeling; Lita's fast-maturing brain felt something like pristine, noble adoration mingled with unscrupulous passion.

The warm jelly of my spunk wobbled gently but alarmingly in her crack and she reached awkwardly for something under the pillow, a scrunched-up pair of knickers, which she handed to me. “Clean, please,” she said.

I wiped my stuff out of her crack and we lay together in a post-orgasmic trance. Then Lita ran her free hand over my body and up to the back of my head, pulling me over to kiss.

“I like you,” she said softly. “You are a nice man.” In English teacher mode, I could only wonder at the possible nuances of these simple sentences. Then she rolled on top of me and her substantial physical femininity exerted itself as she transmitted something akin to love.

Lita was still there, her thighs astride mine and her beautiful breasts squashed against my chest when the screen door slammed. I had thought I heard a car engine, but brushed the thought aside as passing traffic.

“Lita!” came the firm but gentle call of her mother, and before we could react, Miranda was in the doorway.

“Oh,” she said. “The gentleman is still here. Excuse me.” I could only imagine how the sight looked to her, her 18-year-old daughter naked astride the man who had fucked her the night before. She must have seen the girl's central split slightly ajar and the air was probably still heavy with the thick smells of sex; the brain is very quick, even if it doesn't immediately present the information for consideration and assessment.

Miranda backed out of the room muttering apologies.

 

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“Well, hell,” Thea said as she wiped the beads of perspiration from her face. “I guess ‘spring’ is here, huh?” “Yeah. It’s supposed to be cooler at higher elevation,” I replied. We took a few minutes in the shade by the rocks before rejoining our boyfriends. The four of us had driven up into the pass to hike. According to the weather report, the last coolness of a fading winter was supposed to continue through mid-week, but they were wrong. Actually, from our view from Eagle Point, where we’d...

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Motherless

Motherless.com! What an original name for a porn site, don't you think? The title doesn't fuck around: your mother would never allow you to watch the kind of filth they’ve got on tap. They pride themselves on being a moral-free zone for sick fucks, where you can find damn near anything. I’m talking about desperate chicks fucking anything that resembles a dick and crazy bitches literally eating shit. When you’re done fapping to the weird vids, you can even find "normal" porno to pass the time....

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Motherless Interracial

Ah, motherless, here we are again. A site known for offering such a variety, that no matter how fucked up your needs are, there is a high chance that you will fulfill them here. However, I am not here to blab about the site in general; I am here to talk about one particular category, interracial. As for those who want to know more about the site, there is a whole different review on my website instead.As for those who came here to learn more about that interracial lovemaking, I got your back....

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Theos LIfe as a Weresquirrel

Theo had been changing into the squirrel too much, he knew that now... as a pulse of heat raced through his body from his groin. He realized that he shouldn't have come to the office.He had been spending most of his days at the squirrel in his home deep in the countryside. Teleworking most of the time, as the squirrel he felt no need for clothes, his heavy furred balls resting between his thighs as his paws raced over the keyboard. The sharp claws on his paws clattering loudly as he typed,...

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Motherless Scat

It’s time to go to the land of chocolate fountains and golden showers. That’s right. Scat, piss, shit, and every fluid in between. Ever fuck a chick in her ass and freak out when you see that little bit of shit on your dick? Then I’m sorry to say that scat isn’t for you buddy. Were you the only one of your friends that saw two girls one cup and didn’t get grossed out? If so, it’s time to celebrate it! Don’t get pissed off, get pissed on! Scat porn has the craziest, kinkiest chicks and dudes...

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Motherless Fappening

I’m not saying anything controversial when I say men love seeing women naked. It’s a fact of life as fundamental as gravity. It’s a force of nature that cannot be stopped by beast, man, or God. It’s an eternal truth and a divine mandate. As sure as the sun will rise, men will attempt to view as many women naked as they possibly can. Any man not doing so is either a sad or a gay one.This means that any woman a man sees regularly is mentally stripped down during every interaction. If any women...

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Absinthe Dreams

‘To me it’s not really a green. When I think green, I think of grass. That’s more like lemonade color.’ Erica’s nose was far too close to the glasses for my taste. Pouring the nearly clear absinthe over the rough-cut, cane-sugar cubes I favor, I tapped my spoon for a second to get her to back up. I wished I had my full setup here like I have at home, my Absinthe fountains water drippers are missed when I began to try and slowly pour water over the sugar cube. ‘Don’t you light it on fire?’ she...

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Motherless Arab

Have you ever heard about a wonderful site called “Motherless”? I have a feeling that was a dumb question, of course, you fucking have. Well, I am here to talk about Motherless, but I shall also pay special attention to their Arab category. If you think Arabian sluts are hot, well you are in for a tasty treat, believe me.First, I should probably warn you that the name of this place comes from the fact that their content might be a bit too hardcore or questionable for some of you. Back in the...

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Motherless Facials

Fuck yeah, life’s a bitch! So here I am, awake at 3:45 AM, after dreaming I was fucking this freaking hot MILF neighbor with heavy boobs, a flat tummy, a nice bubble butt, and sexy long legs. It was all hot and steamy, up until when she was sucking me off and just as I was about to obliterate her cute face with hot cum canon, my dream cut right off and I woke up with a tent on my pajamas.That dream ain’t coming back, but damn it! I sure gotta cum, so I boot up my laptop and type “cum facial” in...

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Thea

Und draußen schallte wieder Punkmusik aus dem Ghettoblaster – von der Eisenbahnunterführung bis zu seinem Haus! Punks und Skater hingen da ab. Das war diese Art von Jugendlichen, die ihren Eltern das Leben schwer macht , die von Arbeit nichts hielten, sich an keine Regeln hielten, ständig auf Party machten. Die soffen viel zu viel und kotzten dann in irgendeine Ecke. Denen bedeutete doch nichts und niemand etwas. Wahrscheinlich nahmen sie auch Drogen und trieben weiß-Gott-was mit...

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Motherless Fetish

Motherless is the mother of all porn sites. Motherless has no conscience or moral guide. Motherless will show you the stuff that all other porn sites are afraid to put up. Motherless will do this for free. This is seriously one of the nastiest and raunchiest sites out there and Motherless/Fetish is perhaps one of the dirtiest places on the web that are well within reach. Sure you can scan the dark web and find something even more naughty or puzzlingly gross, but why do that when you’ve got...

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Absinthe 2 The Absinthe of Malice

Absinthe 2: The Absinthe of Malice By Morpheus The flight from Seattle to Boston had been extremely long and uncomfortable, even with the two hour delay in Chicago where I got to stretch my legs and change flights. My book had given me something to do during the countless hours in the air, though admittedly, Collin had been my largest savior from boredom. The two of us had ended up talking for over half the flight, and by the time we finally landed, I was even starting to consider...

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The Reluctant Maid

THE RELUCTANT MAID Patricia Goodwin was in a foul mood. In spite of not being quite thirty, she owned and ran several very successful businesses including real estate rented out, that she had inherited from her father, and she was on top of her game except for that fateful afternoon. First her husband of seven years Len , had phoned her at noon to say that the company he worked for had been put into administration. It was going bust. Then her car had started to play up as she was...

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Thelma and Me Summer of 65 part 2

After tea on the Friday evening Thelma stopped me as I was going into upstairs to my room. Her eyes looked wild and her breathing was heavy. “I’m going to a party,” She said in a low voice, “do you want to watch me getting undressed?” I nodded like a puppet. “Wait in my room…I’ll be up in five minutes.” I skipped up the stairs two at a time! I nervously let myself into my sister’s bedroom. I’d been in many times before – borrowing her dirty knickers and stuff to use...

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ETHELS DISCOMFORT 4

Harry and Rob sat in the local pub in their usual spot in the corner by themselves. They were having a discussion about what to do with Ethel. Rob has been adamant that he wants to hang Ethel by her ankles and butcher her. Harry strongly disagrees with him. Harry is convinced that if he talks to Ethel he can persuade her not to go to the authorities and they will be able to use her the same way the other men. Rob agrees to try Harry's way first but he says" if she wants to argue I'm going to...

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ETHELS DISCOMFORT 3

kEthel sat with her tits nailed to the work table. Her tits were swollen to twice their normal size from the beating they had received from Harry and Rob and the axe handle. Ethel sobbed both from the pain and the feeling of despair and hopelessness. She knew she would not be able to sweet talk the men into letting her go without anymore abuse. Harry and Rob arrived and again Ethel begged and pleaded with them to let her go. The men laughed and told her they still had a few more things they...

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Thelma and her brother

Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...

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Reluctant Rebecca

This story was inspired by two of the web’s best authors on the topic of reluctant lesbians – LCDRJMC and Jenna Tarp, although neither seems to be writing these days much to my dismay. Many of the themes contained within can be found in their works, although probably better written then my attempt here. My hope is you’ll enjoy the story and that either the two authors will love it and be inspired to write more, or hate it and be inspired to write more – either way it’s a win for me. You should...

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Mothers New Daughter

    Mother's New Daughter'  (1)             TJ Ryder      http://www.sissytrain.com/   "Did you hear what Phyllis is doing to her new hubby?" theattractive housewife said to her neighbor over the fence.   Tammy Sue rolled her eyes as she put her clothes basket downand turned to hear the latest gossip from the neighborhood'sbiggest gossipmonger, Gladys.   "What's she doing now, then?"   Gladys looked around to see if anyone was hearing this whichTammy thought absurd since she told everyone...

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The Reluctant Performer

This story contains sexual material and transgender themes. If you're not 18 or over, or are offended by such material then don't read it! This story can be posted on Fictionmania or any other free sites however, I do ask that you notify me first before doing so. The Reluctant Performer By Kelly Davidson December 2000 Mrs. Applegate walked into the office to gather some papers. So many things to do before tonight's play, she didn't know how anyone could keep track of it...

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Thelma and me Summer of 65 part 1

Thelma was 22 and like all of the young women at that time was still living at home with me and our parents in rural Kent; even though she had a good job in local Department Store. I was 15 and had just left school. The summer of 1965 was particularly fine so it wasn’t uncommon for me to sit around our secluded garden reading a Detective novel when my parents were at work. The difference today was that Thelma was on the first day of her annual holidays and had joined me wearing a very...

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ETHELS DISCOMFORT 2

Ethel hung by her wrists while Harry and Rob left to get some rest. She nodded off from time to time but the fog of her mind cleared she realized that other than when they punched her she actually enjoyed the way they that fucked her so hard and so brutally. She enjoyed the helpless feeling as they ravaged her body. She believed that she could talk to the two men and they would release her without too much more abuse. She was wrong.As Harry and Rob drove back out to the warehouse they talked...

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Ethel

Ethel hated her name. She was born during the tenure of I Love Lucy. The beloved Ethel Mertz from the television show was the bane of the real life Ethel's existence. There were the jokes about her having to marry Fred. There was only one Fred in her high school class. He wasn't her type; not even if he was the last man on earth. Ethel was every bit the epitome of her name. At five feet even her looks, dress and vocabulary mimicked the character she despised. Although she fought to break the...

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A Story about Black Cock and a Wifes reluctants

I'm always amused when I read stories that involve black men, and how all of them are so well endowed. I think that the writers of these stories have not seen very many black men naked, or they have a very vivid imagination.Having been in college athletics for four years, I have seen a large number of both white and black men naked, and in my opinion there is essentially no difference in penis size between white and black men.However, there are some rare notable exceptions in both white and...

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Ethel 1921

Ethel's Pa was telling a story. "A man comes into the garage wanting a new horn for his Dodge. The old bulb was torn. Well, we have horns; but they don't fit his brackets..." "What did he want with a horn?" Ma asked. "Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." "Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story. Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical,...

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Katherines Style

Damn Katherine and her classy fashion sense... Once again my Mother-in-law had a new skirt suit which would work for brunch, mother-of-the-bride or some other fancy occasion, it was simply lovely. Tonight was one of those other occasions. The suit was perfect for the work awards dinner that my wife Veronica has dragged me too. Katherine, on the other hand, who was looking just so, was all too happy to attend. Katherine's suit is simply irresistible to me. The color, the style,...

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Gunther The Reindeer Handler Does Candy Claus

Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked...

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Valeries Reluctant Evening

Valerie Marie Stephenson was scared shitless. She was scared, but it was in a tingly way; paralyzed with fear, but also feeling tingles of curiosity. She was sitting next to her husband, but she was too nervous to really have his words register. "It's a nice place. I think you will like it. Remember; you don't have to do anything you don't want to. We are just going to go in and see what this place is like. If you don't like it, we can leave." He didn't really have the courage to look...

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Father daughter

The next day my wife was working a 12-hour shift at the hospital and I was home ostensibly keeping an eye on Clara, who basically came and went as she chose all that summer. My son Matt was off at the skate park again, as usual, and I was back in the garage, finishing preparations on Clara’s loft and hoping Alyssa didn’t find her way back over at an inconvenient time.At around noon, Clara came into the garage and said she was going to go over to her friend Beth’s house. I said okay, but then a...

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Mother and Daughter

Quick note: this is one of my darker non-consent stories. If you need a happy overall ending, you might want to read my other story in progress instead (Anya and the Fighter). *** A pair of harsh, naked bulbs lit the basement of the secluded house - no ordinary house. The owner had converted it into a dungeon of sexual perversion and hell. Small, rectangular windows were barred, letting in the eldritch light of the moon. Outside, owls called as they tracked their prey. Inside the...

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Absinthe Seduction

from my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me – I will be punished for it sooner or later. But oh, should any ladies read this, perhaps you, at least, will understand what provocation I had endured and grant me some...

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Reluctant Invite

A few years ago he had met Erin. The opposite of his wife; Erin was a brunette with curves in just the right places, and craved sex all the time. She was insatiable. Erin had seen pictures of his wife and drooled over her constantly. Feeling sorry for Tripp, she wanted to turn his wife to the dark side. If nothing else, she would see that the Bitch paid for her cold ways. Erin knew just the push. A few days later, the weekend had come around. Tripp found himself driving his wife up to a...

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EstherChapter 3

When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...

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The Reluctant Princess

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The Reluctant SultanChapter 2 Getting Settled and Getting the Lowdown

I spent the rest of my first day going over what passed for sales records. It was a pretty shallow pool. It appeared the available data amounted to pounds and dollars sold to each account. It didn't differentiate between institutional or food service customers, nor resellers or retail outlets. It looked like I had some very long hours of work to set up proper record-keeping for the sales department. I wondered who the computer guru for Lynnwood was. "Talk to Jim Stokes, Gabe," Sue...

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EstherChapter 2

“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...

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Theresas Deportment

"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...

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I Was a Reluctant Shemale

Author notes: I wrote several stories back in about 1995 or so, but due to certain circumstances, I ended up purging them off of my computer. Over the years I have found those stories on the net and resaved them to my hard drive. The story you are about to read is the most recent story that I have found. It was harder to find because it has been posted to a site (Kristen's Archives) by someone else claiming it to be their writing. It is not. It is my story and I am now reclaiming it...

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Esther III

Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...

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Katherines Style Part Two

The next day I was in full Katherine mode from the moment I unlocked her door. I greeted Sunshine just like Katherine did, using the same tone of voice and gestures. Of course Sunshine reacted just she would with her female owner. As soon as I took her for a short walk and fed her, I went straight to my bedroom, well after the prior day I felt so much more comfortable there, I wanted it to be my bedroom. I took a shower and shaved everything again. I didn't know how I was going to...

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Esther IV

Hope you like Esther's latest installment! ESTHER FOUR By TamarainRubber I obediently followed Esther down the long narrow hallway that led into an enormous room filled with the sounds of clinking glasses, soft whispers and a bevy of leather-clad women and men dolled up as maids, rubber babies, and crossdressing sluts like me. Strangely enough (and very much to my pleasure), there was little if any evidence of the S&M parties I had only read about, but never...

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The Reluctant CallGirls

THE RELUCTANT CALL-GIRLS by Deputy Duffy Jenny and her cousin, Adriana, sat parked in front of the large steel gate that surrounded a sprawling hillside estate. "This is it, Adriana," Jenny said, holding her cousin's hand. "It's now or never." Adriana wished her cousin had said a little more than that, because she was leaning to the "never" side. She didn't even know how she made it this far. They were supposed to be intelligent 19-year-old women. She loved her cousin, but her idea...

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