Caesar Comes His Revenge and ConquersChapter 3
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Link Morgan wasn't sure that he could take a hell of a lot more of this sort of play without joining in! He'd been stuck in the stifling closet for too long, and on top of that he had a huge throbbing hard on! Christ, who wouldn't, watching a pair of luscious bitches eat cunt, even though the show was still pretty lopsided! Goddamn... if he dared, he'd charge out there and bury his aching, stiff cock in one of them... but how the hell could he? Lydia was calling the shots. Already, he'd taken an armful of pictures, though it was Blakely's sweet-assed young wife he was supposed to catch eating pussy! Jesus, why didn't Lydia switch the tables right now? The little blonde bitch was whimpering and ready for anything... unless, Lydia Newell had a thing for cunt... !
Sonofabitch, he'd give a sawbuck for four-fingers of bourbon, the big man inwardly groaned, wiping perspiration from his brow, then clutching at his heavy, swollen cock inside his pants. They were both too fucking much in their soft, white nakedness, to say nothing of watching Lydia tongue and suck the other's cunt, her face wetly buried in the hot, pink flesh between the other doll's wide-spread thighs! Shit, he couldn't stand much more of it! He'd never laid eyes on a rounder, whiter, tighter looking ass than Blakely's wife... and that was not taking anything from his little Annie's... which was probably still warm and welted right at that moment!
The red-faced, barrel chested police chief lecherously grinned to himself as he thought about it. He'd taken her right across his lap in the kitchen, yanked up her mini-skirt and jerked the tiny nylon panties right off her, then brutally spanked her naked, teenaged ass, vowing not to stop until she told him everything! At first, the way she'd kicked and screamed, he'd thought sure he was going to have to quit, but he'd hung in there laying the meaty palm of his big hand viciously against the naked flesh of her firm young ass-moons, until they blushed with the splotches of blood-raised ridges just beneath their satin-covered skin! Then, the craziest goddamned thing... she'd spread her legs and he could see the wetness beginning to tricle from her tight, hair-fringed young cunt-lips! Suddenly, she was humping her naked, rosy-red ass up at his hand in a rhythmic, fucking motion to his every savage whap!
"Oh... oh God... don't stop, Uncle Link... harder... harderrr!" she began to wail like a fucking banshee! "I... I'mmmmm cuuummmmiiinnnngggg... !"
Goddamn, he'd never seen anything like that! His cock had railed out as hard as a fence-post, about the same as it was right at that moment, only he didn't have his masochistic little Annie here to suck it off like she had when he'd finished spanking her ass! All the same, he remembered, he'd found out what he wanted to know from her. She'd told him everything, how that frigging pretentious deputy had tried to get smart with her... made a pass and got no where. The sonofabitch, he was no better than his old man! But Annie'd learned something useful... damned useful! The luscious blonde bitch out there, Blakeley's wife, had been fucking the wild mutt, Caesar, and regular! Now, wasn't that something?
Christ, he wanted a piece of her... a piece of Lydia Newell, too, when the time was right, but right now a delicious chunk of Blakely's tight-assed young wife! She was the most luscious cunt the valley had ever seen! Even spanking Annie's tender, naked ass and having her blow him after, couldn't equal sinking his throbbing cock all the way up to Jean Blakely's hot, little belly! He just wished to hell she wasn't freaked out, so she'd know what was happening to her... But this was the way Miss Newell wanted it, and she usually got what sbe wanted... or else! Though the manner in which she was eating the blonde doll's pussy, it was beginning to look like an all night session!
Morgan gaped voyeuristically through the small crack the slightly opened door afforded, his lust-filled eyes fixed on Jean Blakeley's pink tightly splayed cunt with Lydia Newell's mouth and tongue glued to it in their cock-raising position. He could see the wriggling, licking movements of his young female cohort's little wet tongue working with lapping fury in the glistening flushed crevice between Blakely's wife's hair-fringed little cunt- lips! Christ, how long was a man supposed to put up with that, he swore, opening the front of his pants to unleash his huge, straining cock! And then... !
"Now, Darling... it's your turn to make Lydia happy!" the naked, auburn-haired bachelorette sensually whispered, raising back to her knees, her lips, chin, and the tip of her small nose wetly shining in the lamp-light with viscid moisture from the young blonde wife's cuntal secretions.
"B-But... but, I have to cum... to cuumnumn!" Jean whimpered, smoothing her own soft hands down over her flat, panting belly toward the fire-filled, liquid hearth of her obscenely displayed loins, her passion-peaked body squirming lewdly in its curvacous nakedness.
"Later, Baby... after you've licked and sucked Lydia's cunt," the emerald-eyed girl soothed, leaning forward to catch the other's hands and gently, but firmly contain them. "Don't you want to make Lydia happy, too, Lover?"
"Y-Yes... yes, of course... I want to make Lydia happy..." Jean gasped, her mind racing blindly in her confused, drugged arousal.
"Then... come and kiss my pussy, Darling," the statuesque bacherlorette urged in her sultry voice, moving up beside the other and lying back onto the pillow. "Get down on your knees between my legs, as I did to you. Later, I'll turn around on top of you and we'll both lick and suck each other at the same time, until we cum together..."
Slowly, Jean lowered her trembling legs, something rebelling within her as she began to raise herself into an upright position. Even through the dense haze befogging her heavily drugged brain, inbred moralistic principles again attempted to break through the spaced-out web engulfing her. She shook her head as if to clarify the confusion inside it, and Lydia Newell said:
"Don't be afraid, Baby. You'll love it... or have you ever licked pussy before?"
"No... no, never..."
"Well... there's always a first time for everything, Darling. Don't be frightened... come on, get down between my legs. See how tempting it looks, all wet and pink just waiting for you to love it, Baby! Hurry... don't keep Lydia waiting... she needs your hot little tongue there... !"
"Yeessss... yesss... I know... !" Jean heard herself say, the frantic force of her unfulfilled desire pitted against the credo of upbringing creating havoc inside her. Again, she shook her blonde-head, her long silken hair wildly flailing around her white, naked shoulders as she sensed the burning excitement of wantonness taking complete command over her... but with it came delicious memory waves of Mark... of Caesar! Her... her wonderful animal-lover would do it for her! She sat for a moment in her exquisitely feeling naked, staring at the vivacious girl who lie back before her, the open, invitational spread of Lydia's shapely white thighs, and the passion inciting sight of her open, hair-encircled vaginal mouth skyrocketing wilder sensations of desire through her.
Jean stared in fascination up between Lydia Newell's wide held legs, at her moistened cuntal-slit and the visual enchantment of her tiny, puckered anus! Licking sensual flames whipped through the blonde, young wife! Yes... yes... Caesar... she needed her darling Caesar to bring her ecstatic joy... !
"Now, Baby, now!" Lydia sharply commanded, suddenly realizing that the whole scene was taking a wrong twist! "Remember Lydia, sweet lover... ? You promised to kiss her pussy... promised!"
"L-Lydia... ?" Jean repeated, staring and loving the sight of the beautiful girl enticingly presented before her... yet, yet... ? "Y-Yes Lydia, you're so lovely... but I have to go now... have to go... !"
The auburn-haired girl felt her mouth falling open! She'd heard the other's words, but couldn't quite believe them! Then, an enraging thought dawned! That stupid sonofabitch, Morgan, had made the dose too gentle! Some trip! Goddamn him! She lowered her legs and jerked upright to a sitting position. "Listen... you don't want to go home, Jeannie baby! Mark is... is very busy... !"
"No... no... I have to leave now, Lydia..." Jean almost blankly insisted, easing off the bed. "Mark... Caes..."
"You-You stupid cunt!" Lydia spat, not waiting for her to finish her statement. "Goddamn you... ! Link! Link... where in hell are you... ?"
"Right here, right here, Lydia!" the big man responded, bursting from the closet. "What you want, Honey... ?"
"Fuck the shit out of the little bitch! Fuck her!" the blazing, emerald-eyed girl snarled. "She doesn't get out of here tonight until I'm through with her!"
"Sure, sure!" Morgan grinningly blurred, his lurid smirk spreading his unshaven mouth as he began to puff at his clothing. "You want I should fuck her now... ?"
"Like a goddamned animal... no mercy!" the auburn-haired girl vindictively ordered in her aroused nakedness. "Fuck her from behind, dog-fashion, while I lay here beneath and watch! And get the camera! The bitch! Fuck her like a whore-dog!"
"I doubt it'll be any surprise to this sweet bitch," Morgan gutturally spewed, hustling for his camera and handing it to the naked, angry girl on the bed who was reassuming her obscene, leg- raised position. "That goddamned wild bastard, Caesar, has been fucking her right along!"
"I don't care about that... just fuck her like a goddamn she-dog from behind!" Lydia hissed, her young brain swimming in denied rage. "Push her face up over my cunt and give it to her! "She's going to eat this girl's pussy and go out of her mind doing it... !"
A deep growl of raging anger filled the massive throat of the wild dog watching through the sheet of glass separating him from his golden one. Uneasily, he lowered himself and padded back and forth, then, caught forepaws onto the windowsill once more. His glowing, amber-eyes fixed on the now, uncovered brute-man who was forcing his yellow-haired, clotheless mate back onto the sleeping place where she-of-the-sheep lay back with her white legs raised and open, her moistened, black-framed female split thrust upward, as if waiting!
Vocal sounds, harshly toned, reached Caesar's keen ears and he saw that they came from the bitter-eyed female who lay back prone and waiting, then the brute-man responded, but his golden mate made no sound... nor did she seem to struggle, for her eyes were dimmed and uncertain. Fierce resentment filled his animal body, yet the shelter with its glass barriers shielded them from him! He could do nothing but watch... and wait for the moment of his vengeance... !
Link Morgan's sudden appearance in Lydia Newell's bedroom struck Jean as being a strange phenomenon, but in her drugged state it meant little to her. Even her exposed nakedness before him raised no sense of embarrassment or shame; only his big hands suddenly gripping hold of her arms and detaining her from leaving caused a wave of frustration to wash through her sensuously trembling belly. She had to get to her Caesar... to have his wonderful cock plunging up into the raging, desire-throbbing hole between her legs! Why didn't Morgan... Lydia, understand?
"No... no please... I have to leave now! He... he'll be coming to my window soon to make beautiful love to me... !" Jean confusedly pleaded as Link pressed her nakedly stripped body back onto the bed. "Please... don't you see... ?"
"Sure, bitch, I see, all right!" Morgan gutturally rasped, the feel of her warm, soft flesh to his hands making his throbbing cock jerk excitedly in its naked, poling hardness. "On your hands and knees, Baby... that's right, move right up between Miss Newell's legs," he lecherously ordered, kneeing onto the bed behind her and lewdly grabbing onto his long, thick shaft of blood-swollen flesh, unable to take his eyes off the sensuously rounded curves of the youthful nakedness bent helplessly down before him!
"Now, that's better, Lover!" Lydia half-whispered, reaching down between her drawn back legs to brush Jean's long, blonde hair away from her disconcerted face. "Remember your promise, Baby, to lick and love Lydia's pussy... ?"
"Yes... yessss... but I have to cum... don't you see... and he'll be looking for me... ?" Jean whimpered, her smoke-blue eyes growing wet with threatening tears.
"She's talking about that fucking wild mutt!" Morgan lewdly enlightened. "Don't you get it? Like I said, she's been screwing the brute right along! The goddamn acid is acting like a truth serum on her!"
"Please... please, I have to go now, Lydia!" Jean insisted. "H-He'll be looking for me... and I need him so bad tonight... !"
"Who'll be looking for you?" the green-eyed, obscenely positioned girl, questioned, the full realization of what Morgan had been trying to say registering at last to further spur her burning desire. "Who, Baby?"
"M-My darling... C-Caesar... he'll come to my window and... and I won't be there!" Jean innocently whimpered. "And... and I need him so much tonight... !"
"Does he... he fuck you good? Does he, Darling?" Lydia hissingly questioned, her overhwhelming lust at the exotic blonde- wife's beastial revelation maddeningly exciting her. "Tell me, does he, Jean... and is his animal-cock big?"
Link Morgan's limited ability in photography had been acquired through the necessity of numerous little blackmailing schemes. The type of pictures he took invariably fell into a catagory that professional houses were not allowed to return, once developed. Anyway, the process being a simple one, the big Chief of Police had learned to do it in the darkened bathroom of his home, and that morning, only hours following their orgiastic involvement of Jean Blakely, the barrel-chested man delivered...
Had Steve Foster paid stricter attention to his warning that the slightest sounds reverberated throughout the rocked-wall tunnels, Mark reasoned, they might have had a chance! But maybe that was far-fetched thinking, too! The half-dozen vicious animals would undoubtedly have picked up their scent long before he or his friend could have known of their presence! Anyway, it hardly made a damn bit of difference now! All six of the wild brutes had jumped them at once, knocking them to the earthen...
Jean had no way of knowing how far they had nakedly followed her animal-lover along the darkened tunnels, turn-offs, and ever- climbing way! Nor did she have any idea in God's world where he was leading them, but she would have followed him, regardless. Several times, in the near-ink darkness, she stumbled, once falling onto her knees, Carol, close behind her, helping her to her feet again. "Oh God, Jean! Where are they taking us... ?" "It'll be all right, Darling! Don't be afraid!"...
Mark welcomed the sanctity of his patrol car, the breakfast and hot coffee doing much to restore his energy. Damn, if he could just find it in his heart to forgive his young wife, Jean... but Christ, he couldn't... couldn't! He'd never forget the goddamned wanton expression on her beautiful face when that wild sonofabitch accomplished what he'd yet been unable to do! The vicious brute had stolen her away from him right then and there, though Mark knew she'd probably deny it to her dying...
"I don't believe it!" Link Morgan furiously raged. "You lousy little punks screwed up!" "No! I swear it, Chief!" Leo Vincent pledged, his thin, pimply face drawn in fear of the barrel-chested man. "Honest, I wouldn't lie to you... !" "You'd lie to your dying mother, you fink!" the police chief spat. "Leo's telling you the truth, Chief!" Billy White, a runtish, long-haired boy put in. "We were going great when suddenly, there he was, coming right through her open window......
At school Annie Purcell's classmates had begun to look at her as if she were some sort of freak. Sympathy had quickly given way to coarse mutterings and lurid stares, shocking the pretty teenager at first, but not for long. Several times she caught so- called girl friends gaping disparagingly at her, while boys ogled after her with snickering little laughs, vulgar whisperings passing amongst them. What was it Birt Smith, a boy who had been trying to date her for months, had said: "Oh, to be...
It mattered little to the sleek and powerful german shepherd dog that the small town's streets had been brightened with additional lamp, lantern, even fired torch-light. He merely clung more stealthily to the inevitable shadows of the warm summer night, avoiding with ease the clumsy patroling male-humans who sought to destroy him. A balanced sense of avenged pride burned warmly in his deep muscular chest; he had punished them for the brutal, torture-death of his mate, satisfying the ancient...
Jean's first knowledge of Caesar's presence in the circle was when he suddenly appeared before her, his great head level with her own above Mark's face in her naked, straddling position. Before she could even speak, the massive animal moved forward to lick his tongue over her desperately gasping lips, and she sighed, knowing then that he had truly forgiven her! Almost simultaneously, she saw the scarlet rod of his heavily swollen hardness emerging from its concealing sheath, the mere...
A wave of astonished disbelief swept through the big, well-proportioned frame of Deputy Sheriff Mark Blakely as he stood in the hallway of his small home staring beyond the partially opened door into his bedroom! The pair of naked, curvaceous young women lying obscenely curled together on the rumpled bed were totally unaware of his presence. An expression of utter incredulity distorted his handsome, chiseled features, his appalled grey eyes riveted on the wanton spectacle his voluptuous...
Mark awakened with a smile late in the afternoon and warmly kissed his young bride. Enthused emotions of hope tremored inside Jean; she knew that he'd remembered and was looking forward to their planned evening of love. She toyed playfully with him for a few moments, her confidence growing, then left against his begging pleas, knowing he was in a state of hardness beneath the sheet. She didn't want anything to spoil their coming night of pleasure. She went to the kitchen to fix him a bite,...
The moments of relief Jean Blakely had briefly enjoyed at the realization that Mark was not about to make an issue of the night before, and especially, tell all to Steve as he'd threatened, were short-lived. The shared emotions were no less predominant in Carol Foster. Though pleased at Mark's decision to spare her young husband's feelings, his revealed plans to definitely destroy Caesar and his pack had nearly sickened her with concern. Throughout the morning, the two young wives had...
Mark Blakely was roused from a sound sleep shortly after noon by a keyed-up Steve Foster furiously shaking the exhausted young deputy, at the same time rasping in a coarse whisper: "For Christ sake, wake up will you, guy? Wake up... all hell's broken loose... !" "Wha... ? What's wrong?" Mark confusedly stammered, bolting upright in the guest-room bed to stare blankly at his obviously distraught friend. "What the hell is it... ?" "Easy, keep your voice down!" Steve gestured with...
The early morning California sunshine streaming through the bedroom window awakened Jean Blakely from an uneasy sleep. For a long moment she lay quite still, letting her widening, smoke-blue eyes scan her immediate, puzzling surroundings... then she remembered. She was in their smaller guest-room. She had given Carol and Steve the bedroom Mark and she occupied because the bed was more comfortable. Now, the reminder of Carol being in the house helped brighten her troubled mood. With that, the...
Jean was slightly tipsy when she undressed and readied herself for bed just a little before midnight. She realized that she had probably overdone it, trusting that the effects of the liquor might help soothe the lingering sensual flames that Mark had kindled hours before, but they still smoldered warmly down in her disappointed belly and loins. It was almost as if it had worked just the opposite of what she'd expected, she thought, slipping into the whispering nylon of a see-through, short...
Link Morgan, Crescent Valley's police chief, was more than a little surprised at Lydia Newell's visit to his home that morning. Though saddle-weary and crotch-sore from leading the hunting posse throughout the night, the big barrel-chested, red-faced man found a ready smile for the daughter of the valley's wealthiest and most influential man, Aaron Newell. The attractive auburn-haired bachelorette with the ravishing green eyes neither smiled nor waited to be invited inside the big man's...
Deputy Sheriff Mark Blakely held up his hand to the men behind him and reined in his mount at the approaching rider. He recognized the man as Bill Watts, one of the hunters with Link Morgan's party, and waited for the other to get close enough to speak. "Frank Clifford sent me, Mark," he said for greeting. "Something ain't right! Chief Morgan left us over an hour ago to do some lookin' on his own, he said. We were suppose to meet up with him on the other side of Wiley's Stream, but he...
There had been an immediate violent hate that raged through Caesar toward the male human who had dared to penetrate the golden-haired female with his mating hardness. He had killed those of his own kind before for daring to violate his claim, and would have done so again had not the golden one interceded. In his uncanny brain he had realized that it was her wish that the male human be spared, and he had done so to please her. There was, Caesar instinctively knew, a bond that affectionately...
Between the effects of the pot and the bourbon, plus the lustful impression Link Morgan's huge cock had indelibly etched in her sensuous mind, Lydia Newell was experiencing her not unusual, quickly aroused salacity. Fiery sensations of lewd craving had begun to hotly tingle between her legs and at the base of her soft belly as she sat staring across the kitchen table at the lecherous, barrel-chested man whose mean eyes were obscenely reflecting her own lewd thoughts. "A-Are we thinking...
Jean could cry. Mark had left the house without a word to her. She'd wanted so much to discuss Lydia Newell's phone conversation with him, and especially give him the opportunity to say something concerning Annie Purcell that would clarify the auburn-haired girl's malicious intimations. God knows, it wasn't that she'd readily believe such vicious gossip, nor wanted in the least to doubt his fidelity... but not even a word! She'd never seen him so close-mouthed, so guiltily ignoring...
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Caesar's vantage point was such that he could witness the two groups of horse-carried, male humans moving in separate directions, as well as his golden-one and the fiery-eyed female stumbling through the ravine below him. Only the huge barrier of rocks divided the party of males from the pair of females he had thought were his friends! Now, his keen animal brain sought other answers! By chance alone had he, through intuitive instinct, become aware of the mass human presence and moved above...
It was a reluctant Link Morgan who agreed to the town council's adoption of Mark's suggested plan to post sentries throughout the streets that night. To the powerfully built police chief, it was more than a matter of stubborn pride, plus the fact that he'd been overshadowed right in his own bailiwick. Then, adding insult to injury, they had enraged him by insisting he accept the deputy sheriffs assistance and that their offices share authority within the town limits until this pillaging...
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SpankingMera naam Rudra hai. Ek number ka harami aur besharam. Mera dimaag mere lavde mein hai, jo saala har waqt chudai ke liye uchalte rehta hai. Kasarati badan jo ghanto tak lavde ka saath deta hai. Waise toh bachpan se hi kaafi chudai ki hai. Lekin yeh wali sabse achi wali, ya yeh kahu ki sab se gandi wali hai. Main tab 30 saal ka tha. Shaadi hui nahi thi. Ghar mein rehta hi nahi tha. Naukri hi aisi thi ke sheher-sheher gaon-gaon bhatakna padta tha. Peshe se ek civil engineer, jiski degree paiso se...
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Andrea Standing (part 2 of Andrea's Stand) A note at the beginning. One of the problems with writing a serial story is that the author feels a need to recap what happened in the prior portions. Please go back and read part 1, "Andrew Running". It will make this a better story. Briefly Andrew at 19, abused by his father, runs away to a distant relative, Aunt Clara. Andrew goes along with a joke played by Clara's lover Marnie, and ends up as Andrea working in Marnie's luxury used car...
A Husband's RevengeI got home early from work that day, and let myself in as usual. I was just about to call out to let Meg know I was home when I heard a soft cry from upstairs that froze me in my tracks. I'd heard that moan before, and I knew only one thing that could bring it about!I slipped off my shoes and crept upstairs, mindful of the fourth stair that creaked. I tiptoed to the bedroom door, which was closed, as I'd expected it to be, judging by the moans and sighs that got louder as I...
Aaron: Like Ken, I remembered what happened in my all life at that quarterly gathering. Seven years ago, we were in a restaurant and John caused a little surprise, because he brought a laptop with him. John arrived last and since he was a PI firm owner, we thought he had an unexpected problem and we would be only three there. Such ideas circulated among us. However, he arrived late and put his laptop on the table. After greeting each of us, he stayed standing and put his hand on my...
Sandra's Revenge Debra Darling Sandra was a nice girl from a small Kansas town. She was bright but shy. She was also pretty. She was so very thrilled to be a freshman at a major university fraternity party. Not just any fraternity but the biggest jock house on campus. She was all of those things. What she was not was ready for was what happened to her once the party got going. She was not ready to be drinking. She certainly was not ready to have a drug slipped into...
There was a 70 year old grandma that moved in right next to my apartment, I was 18 at the time and my grandpa was 74. I lived with my grandpa at the time. The old grandma would come to talk to my grandpa each day, she would keep teasing him, she would flirt with him, she tried to seduce him. My grandpa ignored her at first but then he started flirting with her after a couple days. I once came out of my apartment only to see her sucking his dick outside on the porch while he was touching her...
It took almost two weeks, but in the end, the ransom was delivered and the Merseburg soldiers left Theilheim with their spoils. Joerg rode at the Count's left side now, as befit the Feldweibel of the bodyguard. He was rich now, rich beyond his imagination. One hundred guldengroschen were now added to his earlier winnings from Warnesund and his saved pay and bonus rewards. With almost two hundred guldengroschen, he was set for life, if he did not take to gambling and drinking - a laughable...
384 SANDRA`S REVENGEThis as far as I know is based on the true reminiscences of Sandra, a friend I am very glad to say! Now Sandra, blonde and pretty, at the time of this story, was just 23, in great shape, attractive and bright, and about to qualify at the college she attended. Sadly, for her, her boyfriend of the last two and a half years, was too much of a fuckwit to fully appreciate what he had in her, neither her fab figure, her lovely attitude, or her devotion. The miserable little shit...
He watched them as they sat sipping their colorful drinks and flirting with male guests and hotel employees alike at the Garden Cloud Lounge. They were undoubtedly four sisters, all in their late twenties and thirties, and attractive. They were obviously American, and they laughed as they tried what little Spanish they knew on the young waiters. He had seen groups like this many times. Their often affluent husbands allowed them to have "Girl's Time Off" now and then. It worked out on both...
Andrea On Her Own (Part 3 of Andrea's Stand) A Note Before: If you have not read parts 1 and 2, please go back and do so. I have spent some time trying to develop the characters involved and a brief description of the plot so far will not help you much. Chapter 1: Needing More I leaned back in my chair and stretched. It had been a long hour and a half finishing the homework from my calc. class. As I stretched I felt the sweater pressing against the breast forms and glanced...
The odds were ten thousand to one against it happening, but I got caught with another woman. Not caught in the act, but close enough and the sad fact was that it was not my doing or my fault. Well, that isn't exactly true, there was a small window of time when I could have stopped things but I didn't. What happened was that I had flown to New York for a business meeting. There was a company that was trying to get my company's business and while I was there they put on a full court press. I...
Subah ho chuki thi main aur mom soy nangi bed par chipak kar soye hue the hum dono ki nind khuli mom ne mujhe lip kiss ki aur gud morning kaha mom to ab randi ban chuki thi factory pe unke chudai ke bad maine mom ko bataya ki mom wo log mujhe bhi chodna chahte hain aur maine mom ko kaha mom kiu na hum is bat ka fayda uthayen aur unhe apne jism ka gulam banaye mom ne kaha thik hi akhir hamein paise bhi chaie aur mard bhi hame ye karna padega mom ne kaha thik hi tayar ho jao nasta banati hu mai...
This introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestThis introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestWhen people first see me, no one makes eye contact... guys or girls... young or old.The first thing they look at... usually unable to stop staring at is my tits... which come from a long line of big tits (my mother, my grandmother, my great-grandmother all are skinny (I'm 126 pounds and 5'4") and huge breasted (I'm a 38DD))... part of my Latina heritage.Now although I have a great body with a small waist and a tight ass (I run every morning, and I tan every chance I get), I have a tough time...
Revenge can be so sweet. It is even better when the other party doesn't even know that they are being fucked over and you can make it go on and on. It is almost enough that just the thought can make you climax. It started because I had an extremely lucky day. The day before, a Wednesday, I had been crossing the Safeway parking lot when I happened to notice a shopping cart sitting next to an empty parking space with a purse in it. I took the purse into the store and was just handing it to the...
Mel grunted in pain and disgust as her face was forced down onto Mandy’s stinking feet. The hand that held a fistful of Mel’s hair heavily forced her face against Mandy’s foot, making it hard for her to take breath as her little nose, purely by chance, was buried as far into the smelly crevice between Mandy’s big and second toe as possible. Tears started to well as the pressure and pain on her nose continued. She could hear Mandy trash talking clearly. “How’s it feel, Mel? Can you smell that?...
My wife stood before me, us, butt naked. The expression on her face was just as confused as was mine. I quickly glanced up and down her beautiful nakedness, taking note that my seed was trickling down her thighs, which made me smile to myself. Hilda let out a belly laugh so hard her tits bounced as she high fived the girls. WTF?They were all in on this?My wife and I just stared at each other. No words, just blank stares. Lots to process.What struck me was how subtly I had grown unfamiliar...
Group SexSant Ghoshal-Anand Goswami ‘pahunche huye’ siddh purush ya mahatma hn.Sundar Van ke ghane jungle me Aadiwasi basti se sata unka ‘Slddhashram’ h.swami ji vese to Raam Bhakti ki rasik shakha Sakhi Sampraday ke bhakt hn lekin vo Shiv Bhagvan ke nagn rup ke upasak bhi hn.Isi liye unke Ashram me ghuste hi ek sundar Shiva Ling sthaapit milta h. kaha jata h ki yeh ”Swaymbhu Lingam” h, arthat iska nirman kisi kaarigar ne nahin kiya, ye to uska apne aap bana prakritik rup h.ye nitya ling h. Swami ji ke...