Abducted
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Chapter 6 – It Just Got Worse
The two men got back into their uniforms, but left Emma naked. They conversed together in whispers. Emma strained her ears, but could make out nothing. Suddenly Clyde strode towards her, grabbed her wrists and pulled her off the bed and to her feet. He marched her across the room to an upright frame and tied her wrists to the cross-bar, above her head, about a metre apart. She struggled, and kicked out, but Boris held her around her thighs, taking the opportunity to let his fingers explore again her cum-soaked cunt.
Clyde pressed a button, and she felt the cross-bar rise, pulling her arms upwards until her feet left the ground and she was suspended by her wrists. He pressed again, and the bar fell a few centimetres, allowing her extended toes to take a little of the pressure as they touched the floor. She heard the rustling of a package being opened. ‘Hey, Clyde, look what I’ve found,’ called Boris, obviously impressed with a discovery. ‘These are brand new – I’ve never seen them before.’
‘What?’ enquired Clyde, sounding bored. ‘More toys?’
‘Japanese Clover Clamps,’ announced Boris proudly. ‘Apparently, they actually tighten on the nipple when you pull on them. Very ingenious. Let’s try them on the slut!’
Boris walked towards Emma, who stared at him apprehensively. He reached out towards her right breast, and stroked it lightly. Emma swung a leg, trying to knee him in the groin, but he deftly avoided her.
‘Fucking minx!’ he swore. ‘Fasten her ankles please, Clyde!’
Emma struggled helplessly as Clyde adeptly fixed ropes to her ankles and secured them to the base of the frame.
Boris again stroked her right breast, with surprising gentleness. He grinned. ‘Mmm! Great tits!’ he announced, ‘So firm!’ He licked her nipple, and then hungrily sucked it between his lips, biting it gently, and feeling it harden to his touch. He pulled back to admire her again. ‘Oh yes, really great!’ he exclaimed. ‘Nicest tits I’ve seen in ages!’
Then he let his nails drag along the white flesh. He flexed his fingers, digging in harder, as Emma squirmed and tried to pull away. Holding her breast with his left hand, Boris took the clamps and tried to apply them to Emma’s erect nipple, but couldn’t get the jaws positioned correctly. He looked at Clyde, silently asking for help. Clyde gripped first one breast then the other, holding out the distended nipples so that Boris could snap the clamps in place. Emma stared with disbelief at the torture being applied to her poor tits. Silently, she begged for mercy, and sobbed. Boris pulled on the chain which connected the two clamps, and she grimaced as they tightened even more around her nipples. Boris noticed. ‘It works!’ he announced triumphantly. ‘They tighten up as you apply pressure! Great!’
‘Very interesting!’ replied Clyde, with a bored expression, ‘But we still haven’t punished her for trying to escape, and for trying to stick me with a knife! You can play with your fancy toys later, but what this bitch needs is a damn good whipping!’
He went over to a cupboard on the wall and selected a thin cane, flicking it through the air several times, and enjoying the ‘WHOOSH’ sound it made. Emma’s eyes opened wide as she watched his practice swings. She braced herself, realising that there was no possible escape. Boris watched his companion, noting his steely gaze, obviously Clyde intended revenge.
There was a brief silence, and then the whistle of the thin cane as it sliced through the air, followed by a satisfying crack as it came to a halt against the soft white flesh of Emma’s left buttock. Boris heard the sudden intake of breath as the blow landed and the brief pause before it registered on Emma’s brain. Then came the first scream. It always surprised him that a girl experiencing the cane for the first time could communicate so much with a single scream – the shock that such a simple stick could yield so much pain, the agony of the stroke itself, the begging and pleading, and the utter horror in the realisation that the stroke was the first of many. Again Clyde struck, this time on the other buttock. Emma screamed again, watching the cane rise, trying to work out how she could avoid the pain. Clyde continued caning her, carefully picking the placement of each stroke, sometimes spacing them far apart, sometimes right on top of each other. After only a few minutes, Emma’s bottom and the back of her thighs were covered with welts.
‘Wait!’ Boris interjected.
Emma whimpered. ‘Thank you,’ she gasped, thinking that he was stopping the punishment.
‘Let me re-arrange her for you,’ continued Boris.
He untied Emma’s right ankle, but then pulled it sideways, until her leg was at an angle of forty-five degrees to her body. He attached her ankle to the side of the frame, leaving her weight balanced on her left foot. He then untied that foot, and pulled it sideways as well, attaching it to the opposite side of the frame. Now, her weight hung from her wrists, and her body formed an ‘X’.
‘Thanks,’ said Clyde, smiling broadly, and swishing the cane underhand, twice, in rapid succession, across the tender insides of Emma’s thighs. She howled, but she had no more tears. Clyde repeated his onslaught, and two more red weals decorated her thighs.
Emma gasped. ‘Please, no!’ she pleaded, ‘I’m sorry I tried to escape. I’m sorry I attacked you. Please stop. I can’t take any more!’
She sighed in relief when she saw Clyde set the cane down. Then, to her utter dismay, she realised that he had not finished, he was merely switching to a flogger. Emma stared at it in disbelief. It had about a dozen long, thin leather tails, each ending in a thick knot. She strained uselessly at the bonds that held her suspended in midair. Perspiration streamed down her body, so open, so exposed, and so vulnerable. She braced herself against the inevitable pain.
Clyde aimed the first stroke right across Emma’s breasts. Most of the leather strips found their way directly to her flesh, the knots at their ends stinging her violently, but some tangled with the chain on her nipple clamps, increasing the pressure on her tender tits. Her body stiffened in agony as she screamed for the hundredth time and begged her tormentor to stop.
Clyde ignored her pleas, and kept on whipping her. The strands of leather fell on her stomach, her thighs, and again on her breasts. He moved behind her and directed more strokes on her buttocks and back. He then used an uppercut motion to land a blow directly against her sore, abused pussy. It was too much. Emma felt herself fainting, felt as if her mind was leaving her body behind. She knew she couldn’t take anymore. Then she heard a soft, guttural moan, followed by a gentle hiss. She opened her eyes wide. Boris and Clyde were staring at her. ‘Hell, Clyde,’ exclaimed Boris in astonishment, ‘I think she liked that last one. Give it to her there again.’
Emma realised that she herself had made the moaning sound, and the hiss. She shook her head violently. ‘No!’ she screamed. ‘No more, please!’
The stroke landed despite her cries. The animal moan returned as she shuddered and quaked. The soaring sensation returned. She stared in disbelief at Clyde. ‘Please, Sir,’ she whispered, ‘please. I need to cum. Please!’
Clyde whistled in admiration. ‘Hell, woman,’ he exclaimed, ‘you are some fine slut!’ He let the flogger fall to the floor, and reached out his hand to feel between her legs. ‘Mmm, really damp. OK, Slut, I’ll bring you off!’
Almost brutally, he forced two fingers of his right hand into her welcoming cunt, and pressed urgently on her clitoris with the tips of the fingers of his left. Suspended from her wrists, Emma strained against him. ‘Yes,’ she heard herself say, ‘yes, that’s good!’
Clyde continued to fuck her with his fingers, and frig her clitoris. Her moans and cries grew louder. Boris pulled on the chain attached to her nipple clamps, and the a
dditional pressure on her tender buds sent her over the top, crying out loudly as she came.
As Emma recovered from a shattering orgasm, she felt her ankles being released from the frame, and thankfully was able to support her weight on her feet, taking the strain off her agonised arms and shoulders. She opened her eyes and noticed Boris seated at the computer screen. ‘OK, Clyde!’ he announced, ‘I’ve entered up the details. What’s next?’
‘Don’t know,’ replied Clyde. ‘I think we’ve beaten her enough to teach her a lesson. I’m a bit bored with it, and hungry. Let’s go for dinner, and continue here later.’
‘But I want to experiment with some more toys,’ complained Boris.
‘Come on, Boris, I’m really hungry. We can leave her tied up and come back after we’ve eaten, there’s lots of time.’
‘OK,’ agreed Boris with some reluctance, ‘but help me set her up before we go. There’s something here I really must try.’
Emma watched with bewilderment as Boris picked up what looked like a large metal T-square, with a spike, about fifty centimetres long, and about one centimetre in diameter, and a couple of switches. He carried it over to the frame, turned it upside down, and placed it on the bottom bar of the frame, moving Emma’s feet to allow him access. ‘Here, Clyde,’ he commanded, ‘I’ll hold it steady while you screw it to the frame at both ends.’
Emma looked down. To her horror she now realised that the spike on the T-square was aimed straight at her pussy. Realisation dawned. She whimpered. She squirmed, cursing the bonds which held her wrists secure, and swung her right leg, yelling, ‘NO! You can’t do that!’
Boris grabbed her ankle. Silently, he started to tie it to the bottom of the frame. She swung her left leg, but Clyde was ready for her and grabbed it almost as soon as it moved. ‘Tie her ankle to the frame, Clyde,’ ordered Boris, ‘but leave about ten centimetres play, like I’m doing. You’ll see why in a few minutes.’
‘Now, we need a suitable cover,’ he continued, opening a wooden case, and revealing a large selection of dildos, in a variety of shapes and sizes. ‘This would be great,’ he mused, picking up a large double dildo, ‘but we’ve been warned off your ass!’
He rummaged further. ‘This will do nicely,’ he finally announced, ‘not too big, not too small.’ He picked out a large flesh-coloured, natural-looking specimen, twenty centimetres long and about three centimetres across, fitting it snugly onto the waiting spike. He loosened the nut at the end of the spike, raising it so that the end of the dildo was at the entrance to Emma’s vagina. Instinctively, she shrank away from it, rising on tip-toe. Boris took a tube of lubricating gel, applied a good dollop to the dildo, and smeared some on the inner walls of her vagina. ‘Hold her hips steady, Clyde,’ he asked, ‘I’ll make sure this thing docks correctly.’ He pushed a switch, and Emma felt the intruder pushing upwards, separating the lips of her pussy, and entering her cavern. She winced, and tried to get further on to her tip-toes, but the dildo continued its slow progress. Emma tried lifting her body by pulling with her bound wrists, but the ropes on her ankles allowed only a couple of centimetres extra movement.
Finally, Boris flicked the switch again, and the advance ceased. ‘That should do it,’ he announced, ‘there’s about twelve centimetres up there now, but you’re on tip-toe. If you come down, I reckon your clit will rub nicely on the little nub at the base. Want to try it?’
‘No, I don’t, you bastard. You can’t leave me here like this. Let me go!’
‘Oh yes, we can,’ he sneered, ‘and I’m not finished yet. I need to do something about these!’
Boris pulled roughly on the chain attaching the clamps on her nipples, and Emma gasped as the clamps dug deeper into her flesh. Boris looked thoughtful. He sought and found a couple of lead weights, which he attached to the chain. Emma gasped again. Boris stepped back and viewed her with a practised eye. ‘No,’ he mused, ‘I don’t like the way it makes your tits sag and hang down.’ He thought again, his brow furrowed, but suddenly a smile appeared on his lips. ‘Yes!’ he hissed, ‘I’ve got it!’
He searched and found some thin twine. Standing on a stool, he passed one end through a pulley on the ceiling directly above Emma. He then tied one end of the twine to the centre of the nipple chain, and removed the weights. Getting down on the floor, he attached the weights to the other end of the twine, so that they just rested on the floor. Emma watched with consternation as he pulled on the twine, her breasts being forced upwards in the shape of a cone, the clamps biting into her tender nipples. Boris added some more weights, made a few further adjustments, and then stood up to admire his handiwork.
‘What do you think, Clyde,’ he asked proudly. ‘Look, if the bitch stands on tip-toe, the weights rest on the floor, but when her feet and ankles get too sore for tip-toe, and she comes down, the weights are pulled off the floor, and the pain in her tits will increase. Ingenious, isn’t it?’
‘Yes, Boris,’ said Clyde, with a supremely bored expression, ‘Very clever. Can we go now?’
‘Please, no!’ screamed Emma suddenly. ‘You can’t do this, please. I can’t bear any more.’
‘Oh, and one final thing,’ replied Boris, ‘this switch works as well.’
As he pressed the second switch, the dildo began vibrating gently. It didn’t move a lot, just buzzed slightly in Emma’s vagina, feeling remarkably like a fast-fluttering tongue. Emma sighed, and moaned. ‘No, please,’ she whimpered. ‘No more!’
‘Not sure how long the battery will last,’ announced Boris, ‘but we’re off now. We won’t be too long. Enjoy yourself while we’re away.’
‘You bastards!’ called Emma as they locked the door behind them.
Emma hung on her frame, and considered her sad predicament. Raped, abused, humiliated, tortured, left here in agony, she saw no prospect of release. The dildo in her pussy was no problem, she could cope with that – in fact the constant buzz was becoming quite pleasant. She could live with the clamps on her nipples, they had been there so long, she was getting used to the constant pain. If, however, she came down from tip-toe, the weights applied extra pressure to the clamps, and the pain increased tenfold. Already, a pain was building in the arches of her feet, and travelling up the backs of her calves, it got worse with every second. She wouldn’t be able to keep on tip-toe much longer.
She tried pulling on her wrists, attempting to take the strain off her feet and legs, but her arms were already wracked with pain. No – she couldn’t hold this much longer. Experimentally, she lowered her heels to the top of the bar to which she was attached. The weights came off the floor, and a piercing agonising pain grasped her distended nipples. Her breasts were pulled, distorted into a sharp cone. She grimaced, and suppressed a scream.
No, that was no good, she couldn’t stand this for long either.
She peered down towards her feet, at the weights hanging from the long length of twine, watching them sway backwards and forwards.
Suddenly, an idea began to take shape in her befuddled brain. The weights were swaying, like a pendulum, almost touching her toes. She bit her lip against the impending pain, went on tip-toe so as to ground the weights, and quickly dropped her heels again.
Yes! As a shot of agony surged through her tortured tits, she saw with delight that the swaying was increased. Concentrating madly, fighting the immense pain, she raised and lowered her heels in time with the swinging of the pendulum, increasing the arc of swing, and bringing the twine ever closer to her outstretched toes. Finally, in exuberance, she was able to grasp the twine between the toes of her right foot and hold it there. Her pulse raced. She relaxed momentarily, and then pulled on her wrists, raising her feet as much as possible, managing to reach the weights with the outstretch
ed toes of her left foot. She tried to guide them onto the bottom bar of her frame. At the third attempt she succeeded. She relaxed her wrists, and allowed her heels to descend to the bar. Oh yes! With utter joy, she realised that the weights stayed on the bar, above the floor, and now she could relax her feet from tip-toe without having to submit to an unendurable agony from the nipple clamps.
Through the dull ache in her nipples, Emma was aware of the constant throb from the dildo in her pussy. It penetrated her by about twenty centimetres. She pushed against it, and found that the little ridge at the end vibrated gently against her clitoris. It felt good, and she automatically tightened the walls of her vagina around the intruder. ‘Oh, Max!’ she whispered to herself, tears trickling down her cheek, ‘Oh, Tiger! I wish you were here!’
Exhausted, she hung on her frame, barely conscious, aware only of the pain in her arms and breasts, and of the vibrations in her pussy. She gazed down at her naked body, the soft white flesh criss-crossed with angry red welts – on her breasts, stomach, pubic area, and thighs. She could only imagine what her poor buttocks and back looked like. She sobbed quietly, all hope now vanquished. She lost track of time. It seemed that hours had passed since her tormentors had left her here. She found that the pain lessened a little if she pushed herself against the dildo, clamped her pussy around it, and thought of Max, remembering his expert love-making, and imagining his tongue on her clit, his cock in her cunt. Slowly, almost unwittingly, she found herself moving up and down on the dildo. ‘Oh, Max. Oh, yes, Max, my Tiger! Fuck me! Hurt me!’ Her mind seemed distant again. She closed her eyes, and drifted in a warm sea of pleasure, mixed with numbing pain. She rubbed her clit against Max’s finger as if drunk, trying to forget to her predicament.
Suddenly, the door burst open. The abrupt movement startled Emma from her reverie, and the resulting vibration on the frame toppled the weights. Emma howled as the clamps bit into her nipples and the chains distended her tits. She came to, Max had disappeared, only Boris and Clyde were in the room, shouting at each other, and at her.
‘Hurry up. Get her off that frame quickly. We’ve only got a few minutes before they arrive,’ cried Boris excitably.
Boris untied her ankles and Clyde her wrists. Boris lifted her off the still-throbbing dildo, and Emma screamed as Clyde removed the nipple clamps, allowing the blood to rush back into her tormented buds. Hurriedly, Boris carried her over to the screen. ‘Quick!’ he commanded, ‘Have a toilet and clean yourself up a bit. We’re expecting company.’
Emma sat on the toilet seat, glad to relieve her bursting bladder. She rubbed her aching wrists and arms, trying to restore circulation. ‘Hurry up!’ called Clyde. ‘We don’t have much time.’
In a daze, Emma hobbled to the basin, wet a flannel, and tried to rub it over her face and body. Her arms were so sore she could hardly manage to hold the flannel, let alone use it. ‘I can’t!’ she said. ‘My arms won’t work. They’re too sore.’
Boris appeared behind the screen, grabbed the flannel from her and roughly wiped it over her tear-stained face. ‘Water, please,’ she murmured to him.
He filled a glass, and she drank greedily.
Boris continued wiping down her ravaged body and with his incompetent fingers made an attempt to re-arrange her hair. ‘That’ll have to do,’ he finally announced. ‘We’re running out of time.’
‘Who is coming?’ asked Emma, tremulously.
‘Just some friends. You’ll find out soon. I hope you like them,’ he responded with a grin.
Roughly, Boris grabbed her arm, and pulled her back into the room. Clyde was standing near the bed, holding ropes. ‘On the bed?’ he asked.
‘Yes. Face up!’ agreed Boris.
Within seconds, Emma found herself lying on the bed, her wrists and ankles tied to the four corners, leaving her thighs spread and her pussy exposed. The door rattled. ‘OK!’ yelled Boris, ‘Two minutes! Nearly there!’
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It's Thursday. Late summer. Hot. Bloody hot. And it's Valentine's Day as well. I've had a rough time at the office, and am very pleased to have arrived safely at home, though I'm sweaty and doubtless smelly as well. As I walk in the front door, I call out to Karen, but there is no answer. Bummer. Karen knows there are two things I really like on these hot days. A tall cool drink, alcoholic or not, and Karen herself. Looks like I've missed out on both. I've got a gift for her as well....
Hi to all, I hope you have enjoyed the first part of my story. The second part is as under: July 15 I woke up around 8.30 am and went downstairs. I saw dad left for office. I went to kitchen and saw mother preparing breakfast. I came from behind her, held her buttocks with my hands and plant a kiss on her neck. She moaned for a few seconds and told me to bath and have breakfast, as she wanted to talk to me about something. I went upstairs, thinking that now as dad is in office she may want to...
IncestI just shook Gerry's hand in disbelief. Not saying anything. "Well, aren't you going to say anything?" Gerry my boss chuckled. Gerry wasn't your typical high stakes boss. He always work jeans and a suit jacket. Always had time to talk to the employees and knew when and how to get business done. "Yes" I dumbly replied "I mean yes, oh my god, thank you!" I stuttered. "Thank you, I won't let you down!!" "I know you won't son, that's why I'm giving you this promotion!"...
Kristi McDowell was not having a good day. It started by waking up too late to get her husband's lunch ready. He couldn't wait and said he would just grab something from the "roach coach" that comes by the construction site at lunchtime. Kristi felt terrible about that - she had eaten a meal or two from those places and she didn't like the fact that because of her, he had to now. Then her oldest boy, Allan, the 10 year old, woke up not feeling good. She took his temperature and he was a little...
Wife LoversThose of you who don't remember England in the first three-quarters of the Twentieth Century won't have any idea just how quiet it could be early on a Sunday morning. Only in certain God-fearing areas of North Wales and the Western Isles of Scotland will you experience anything similar today. Some corner shops would open for a few hours to sell milk, bread, sweets and newspapers, but anything else was almost impossible to find - even petrol stations were closed unless they were on a main...
Your life was over before there was time to panic. One second you were watching a truck speed towards you, the next you were in a black void receiving a disapproving look from a cute girl seated on a throne, wearing a ballet dress and knee-high boots. From years of watching anime you knew she was a goddess about to give you an exciting new life in another world.... ... And you were %90 positive that she was a tsundere. "That makes eight-hundred-and-fifty lives you have gone through without...
FantasySunday morning Donna woke up with a shock. Her body tensed in a single second. “HMMM, HHMM.” She tried to scream. She looked wide eyed into the brightly lit room of the hotel. Someone was pushing something in her ass! She tried to move but found she was bound spread eagle belly down on the master bed. Screaming was impossible as she had a large uncomfortable ball gagging her mouth. She lifted her head and looked back. She saw Ms. Brendan dressed in some fetish suit pushing a tube into her...
I stood by and watched as “Big Jack” raped her virginity away and then the gang trained her to be a whore. She was only 10 and a runaway. I hated her. She was my replacement and I hated her.. She slept with me and wanted me to hug her but I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. She tried to please me by licking my cunt like Jack told her to do and even though I came I still would not hug her. Jack took her to work and spent hours with her. I was sent to service “normal” guys who wanted to fuck...
Hunching over their slim coffee table he sighed softly and ran a hand through his high ponytail before tossing his pen aside and leaning back against the couch. His blackberry, tossed nonchalantly against his binder had started to buzz again and with a frustrated growl he eyed the contraption before glancing back to the muted T.V, fully considering introducing the heinous device to the toilet?She knew he’d read the text she just sent. She also knew that given him, he’d be in the middle of...
Introduction: Two 14 year old lesbians discover each other Hi my names Icy. Im a mean fourteen year old lesbo. Like sometimes this hot, straight chick will come up to me at a party and ask point blank, Uh, hay Icy when did you like become a lesbian? Of course I sometimes ask myself the same question, I ask how it happened or when did it happen. Usually a reply with a look that says Are you stupid? and say in an indifferent tone, I dont know. Im not really out, Im like halfway in the closet,...
Winter was upon the country, flooding the landscape with a deathly chill. Yet it wasn’t the cold that sent shivers down everyone’s spine. It was fear. Following the gray breeze, rumors were flowing from the north, rumors of death and destruction. Entire towns were either being razed with no survivors, or left hollow, with food still sitting on the tables, as if everyone had been raptured away. There were stories of a monster in the woods in the north, about how a town called Senner met its...
I came home from work early one day only to find my girlfriend Anna on her knees tits out sucking on Jim's big black cock. I didnt want to interrupt them so I sat down took my pants off and started to jerk off. I watched as my girlfriends head would bob on Jim's dick as she tried to take more of his thick cock in her mouth. Her mouth wasn't big enough to take his whole cock, mainly just the head and a little bit more so she made no effort to deny it and had to use both hands to jack him off.Jim...
Hello friends, main hun Krishna. From Delhi. Yahan main ek MNC mein job karta hun, aur ek rented 1bhk flat mein rahta hu. Ab seedha story par aata hu. Story padhne ke baad reply kare pe. Ye baat mere birthday ki hai. Raat 12 baje meri best friend Purnima ne mujhe wish kiya call kar ke. Aur aaj ke plans puchi. Main bola kuch khas nahi hai plan kyunki week off hai, to bas room par aram karo. She- “Abe birthday hai, jao kahi ghum kar aao.” Me-” Kahan be Delhi mein kuch ghumne layak bhi hai...
Slut! I will do what you want.For a number of years I have enjoyed a strong, sometimes kinky, but always eventful, sexual relationship with a very, very sexy woman. She is still married to her husband, a guy who does not perform in the bedroom and is somewhat under endowed. His sex drive and potency is nonexistent which as much as she loves him it leaves her extremely sexually frustrated. After discussions with her husband, this has brought her to my bed for sexual gratification. She is a...
1. The slave must eat his own cum. To my mind, this is a basic requirement, omitted only when Mistress is feeling merciful. Not only is it very humiliating for most men, performing such an act immediately after coming, when desire and therefore submissiveness is at its lowest level, is difficult for many. Drinking it from a cupped hand and licking the hand clean is the simplest method, but squirting into a shot glass, drink, or cup of coffee can also be fun.2. When the slave has not come for a...
Mike Rowley drew his pickup truck up into the driveway of the Dupont house and got out. He knew that Harry Dupont would not be at home but, just to be on the safe side, he had brought a table that he had refinished for the Duponts. Mike was horny. He had been horny ever since that abortive session with Claire, when he'd played with her tits and she had rubbed his cock and balls through his pants... and then refused to go any further. He had been laid since then - fucking a local farm girl...
I was barely 16 that hot and humid July afternoon I admitted to Amy, my sweet little cousin, that I’d been having sex with my father for two months. “What?!” she gushed. “Courtney! Oh, my God!” Also, that I was on birth control, but that my up-tight mother had no idea or she’d have killed me! Of course, at St. Katherine’s, where we both went to school, they wouldn’t have been too thrilled at that part, either. “I can’t believe this!” Amy was almost panting at the news. “You’re doing your own...
Brandy lay curled up beside Grant, sipping on her Bailey’s spiked hot chocolate and watching the gas flames lick around a ceramic log that never seemed to burn. It was an odd Christmas for them. No cuffs and no blindfolds to keep her from peeking into the gifts scattered underneath the tree. The blonde missed that more than she first realized. The only thing salvaging a bit of that feeling was the iron lockbox mocking her attempts to find out what was inside. It was already past midnight and...
Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra By Megan Campbell (Released: July 11, 2011) Chapter 44 - The OC Fair I could feel Sophie's and Holly's shoulders pressed against my back as we waited in the dark for the music to start. This was one of my favorite segments of the concert, and I couldn't...
“Have you ever even played badminton before?” Lorraine asked from the other end of the net. “We did in my gym class for a few days. I thought it was kind of fun.” It was just after breakfast, and Elise, Lorraine, and I were setting up several nets out in the fields behind the mansion. “Knowing you, you were probably busy in the storage room, giving some guy a rusty trombone.” “Ah, good times!” “I think this is a good idea,” said Elise as she helped me secure one of the posts of the net....
It is impossible to get through an all boys school without a gay encounter. Mine came in my last term when I was eighteen and a half. I was still a virgin, but as frantic as any teen boy is for girls and anything to do with sex. I masturbated a couple of times every night and most mornings in bed, and every time I took a bath, watching myself in the bathroom mirror. At school the urge to masturbate got so great I would go to the boys toilet, lock myself in a cubicle and drop my trousers and...
After spending an afternoon with you trying to teach me how to surf, we walk up the beach, my arm around your waist and your hand planted firmly on my ass. I am in a low cut bikini bottom and a white tight rash guard. You are in your swim shorts and looking very sexy. On our way back to the car, we pass a large community pool, and I am reminded that I have to live up to my side of our deal and teach you how to swim better. It is late in the evening, and we practice until the sun goes down....
Stephie and I laid in bed kissing fir a good while until it was about time to turn in for the night. I suggested a shower to help us relax and she agreed and so we both ended up in the shower, slowly washing each other off at first until I took hold of her cock and began to wash it. "You're gonna get me fuckin' horny again if you keep that up" she said to me. I just smiled and moved back in close to her an once again we began to kiss as I continued to jerk off her cock. For the next several...
Sometimes it happens in life that one plans a lot to achieve their dreams, and that achievement is brought about by sheer fate. That’s what happened with my experience of mommy son roleplay. On weekdays, right after the departure of my husband, my son would waste no time to fuck my brains out. The fact that the nights were booked for his dad had increased the intensity with which he fucked me. Similarly, my hunger to have his cock plunge inside my cunt, mouth, and ass had also increased many...
IncestYou had taken a little convincing to make the long trip to Down Under. Sure, it would be the experience of a lifetime, especially at your age, but Australia was just so far away. Then eventually you were convinced, the brochures helped, and when your roommate Allison agreed to go too, well you didn’t really have a choice did you? And you had a great time here, the time of your life. As two very attractive young ladies you and Allison were a real hit locally, every bar you went to guys and girls...
Hello, guys, I am Priyesh living in Kolkata. The story which I am going to tell you had occurred during my recent vacation. This was the time when my vacation got started. I was all set to go to my native village after a long time. I reached my village around 10 in the morning. In the village, I stayed with my grandparents. They were very happy because of my arrival. We have a large vegetable farm in which there are many laborers are working and my grandfather looks after the vegetable farm. I...
The annual company Christmas party had been a blast, as usual. It seemed like everyone at the company buckled down and worked like dogs the whole year and then all the accumulated stress and steam from the year was released in this one night of wild partying. During this one night every employee partied their ass off and genuinely had fun.John Sampson, the company's owner, never failed to pull out the stops for the Christmas party. He gave all of his employees a paid vacation between Christmas...
I called Part 3 of My Evil - Suck & Destroy.Mom agreed to marry Steve, for months I continued to tease Steve, but to his credit he was faithfull to mom. I teased him by laying semi naked by the pool as he gardened & mowed the lawn, rubbing suntan oil into my breasts occassionally letting my fingers slide inside my swimwear bottoms. I could see the bulge in his shorts so I new he was human but OMG when was he going to weaken.It was the day of the wedding, Steve looked so handsome in his...
As I wrote in the previous part of the story, the hot love of our girls at some point was watched by the boys. Unexpectedly, they came to visit our girls. What astonishment they were to them, how they saw them again in the student room, undressed and with their hands in their pussies, in addition strongly shrieking in pleasure. Of course, they could not believe that even on the occasion of such life matters as a trip to college, girls can find time to have fun. After the first shock, they shook...
The contents of this story are of sexual nature and may involve blackmail, bondageand non-consensual sex. Anyone who may be offended by this stuff please donot read. All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either aliveor dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only. Ifyou are under legal age PLEASE DO NOT READ. Seeing Double (MM/f, nc) by Roadrunner I. Forget what people told you about identical twins. The Palmer sisters arenothing like that. They may...
in the World * * * Lost in the Desert So, there's a man crawling through the desert. He'd decided to try his SUV in a little bit of cross-country travel, had great fun zooming over the badlands and through the sand, got lost, hit a big rock, and then he couldn't get it started again. There were no cell phone towers anywhere near, so his cell phone was useless. He had no family, his parents had died a few years before in an auto accident, and his few friends had no idea he was out...