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Southern Belle

A Harlequin Romance Parody Daniel had been working out in the fields all day. The hot sun had taken its toll upon his fragile skin; his flesh now possessed a reddish tint. Sweat poured down his brow and glistened upon his massive chest. Realizing that it was not glistening enough, Daniel opened a bottle of oil and poured some into his hand. He lathered it onto his muscular front until he had achieved the proper shine. He paused as the ringing of the dinner bell stirred him from his labor. His...

Belle

I can smell her but I can’t see her, which is strange since the room is only fifteen by thirty feet. I know she is watching me. I can feel her eyes watching every move I make, flickering from the pen I am holding to any movement from my body. If I do anything that she hasn’t told me to do, it is over. It might be anyway, I might be dead when I have finished writing, I don’t know and at this point, I am not sure I care. All I know is that the last twenty-four hours have made me a believer in...

Belle

Belle was a woman of about fifty when I knew her, had long grey hair and a short, broad body, a boisterous manner and had left her husband of many years and moved to northern NSW to the town of Bellingen. She had bought a block of land there, part rain forest, part pasture, and there she lived in the old farm house with her two teenage daughters. She was a hippy, or if you like, new age, which is to say she was deeply dissatisfied with the ideology, the habits, the economy and the repressions...

Saved By The Belle

CHAPTER ONE – THE MEETING ‘HERE, KITTY, KITTY! HERE, KITTY, KITTY!’ *Damn Haley’s cat!* I thought to myself as I looked into the tree. I heard the faint cry of a frightened kitten, but I couldn’t see any of the orange furball. My patience was at its end – until I looked over to the stoop where my towheaded daughter sat. She was curled up in a sitting fetal position. Her face was wet with her tears, her chin in her hand, and she was slowly rocking back and fourth. My beautiful, six-year-old...

the Breaking of Belle

She looked up at Me, her voice shaking and finally asked in a wavering voice â€œ M-M-May I please, please kiss your foot like Sammie is?â€ Her relief was palpable as she managed to put voice to her desires . The Breaking of Belle Hi everybody, Elana back with a new story , this one is going to go in a bit of a different direction . Things have not worked out in the long run with GoddessBernadette (this may surprise everyone but I am really not a very good submissive. I have a tendency to obey when...

Belle

"...with a final thrust, his hard cock explodes into her pussy. She screams out his name as they both cum together." Belle closes her eyes as she remembers those lines from her erotic book she read a few minutes ago. Allowing one of her hands to trail down to her moist underwear, she bites her lower lips as she nears orgasm. The suddenly, there was a loud banging coming from the door that completely killed the vibe. "Yes?" Belle tries fixing her dress as she limps over to open the door. "Honey,...

Southern Belle

Two women sat in a beautifully lit office room. The walls were a cream color, and the floor was dark oak colored hardwood. The room was spacious, with oak book cases on either wall, and large windows behind them that opened up to a city. Over the edge of the floor one could see the street, cars, people, and could hear the city noises, indicating this office was far up. Off in the distance was construction next to a well known and expensive hotel. One woman wore a nice pinstripe suit and...

Belle

Belle (Part 1) _______________ A young man is only playing a part in the school play. But it has drastic consequences when real life events spiral out of control. _______________ It was the final semester of my senior year in high school. I was in the school drama club, as I had been since I was goaded into joining by a girlfriend during my sophomore year. I found that drama club turned out to be a comfortable fit in my life, unlike the girlfriend that got me into it in the...

Southern Belle Hell

Southern Belle Hell! As we made our way to my Aunt Reba's place down the long desolate dirt road they called a driveway, I rolled down my window and began realizing how hot and humid the South can be. My Mom was dropping me off with her Sister for a few weeks While she tended to her Mother some 200 miles away in a Greensboro nursing home. Grandma's time was almost up but she was a fighter and had made fools of the many doctors who predicted that she only had a few months to live. Now,...

Southern bell

EXIST AND THE THINGS THEY DO NEVER HAPPENED. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, PLEASE STOP READING IMMEDIATELY!!! OTHERWISE READ ON AND ENJOY! The first time he saw her he was in love. She was the perfect woman for him, a true southern bell. She had long blonde hair, dark blue eyes and stood five eight without shoes. Her body had nice curves, her thirty-five inch breasts looked fine against her twenty-four inch waist, her hips measured thirty-four inch each only made her breast look bigger...

Belle

Belle was a nasty stripper at a sleazy club. Any thing goes there and she would strip down naked and spread her legs and show her cunt then she would grab a man and bring him on stage and push his face to her cunt and let him lick and tongue her. Sometimes she would fuck them right there then push their face to clean their cum out of her. The more the men cheered the more she would do. One night she had three men with her on stage. Two were sucking a tit and the third was eating her cunt. Then...

Southern Tramp

AG-109 SOUTHERN TRAMP FOREWORD "Oh, fuck me, Brutus, FUCK ME!" Melanie Wilkerson screamed, writhing in ecstasy and raking her nails across the broad sweaty back of the brawny black stud who was humping his burly physique savagely on top of her curvaceous, lily white form. Brutus slammed his gargantuan eleven inch pecker deep into the lovely blonde girl's impossibly stretched, throbbing cuntal chasm, her legs hooked around his middle, her hips heaving in a frenzy of carnal...

Southern Belle Hell 2

Southern Belle Hell 2 Mom and I pulled in to Bridgeport New Jersey around Noon. It was so great to be back home away from those nut cases down south. No more Y'all and weird country accents to listen to. After unpacking I began checking many emails on my computer. I was way behind in responding to eveyrone because of the Hooter girl thing the past 10 days. It took me over 2 hours to respond to all my friends. Even though I told everyone I was gonna be gone for 2 weeks, they still...

Madge and Timmy Halloween Belle

Madge and Timmy: 'Halloween Belle' loosely based on the 'Madge and Timmy' stories by A.W. (Anonymous Writer) It has only been 5 months now since his estranged parents ugly divorce and since Timmy landed into Madge's care on a permanent basis and there was already not much of the boy left in our heroin. Tim's initial almost violent protests against Madge's disturbing plans and ministrations had virtually stopped or had been silenced by now. Madge commanding ways and natural dominance...

The Pact A Master PC TaleChapter 20 Audrey Belle

Sleeping in the dumpsters of Las Vegas wasn’t worst part. No, Audrey knew, the worst thing that could happen is to be flipped up and dumped into a compactor before you were awake enough to react and save yourself. But she was a light sleeper. The dumpster trash – mainly papers – afforded her warmth in the evening and she knew where she wash the stench off each day. If she could find a way to get to Master, to let him know she was still Out Here. But their contact, after all these years, was...

Southern Dreams Ch 1

‘We are interviewing Mrs. Allison Clearborne of Boston, who is celebrating her 100th birthday today.’ the newscaster said, ‘Mrs. Clearborne could you tell us a little about what you have seen and learned over the years’ ‘ Well,’ Allison started her voice strong but soft, ‘I guess the greatest thing I have learned is that love is the one thing that a person needs to feel like they are worth something. I have also learned that even when the one you love is gone, you can still go on with their...

Southern Hospitality

It was early morning. Dew was hanging off of the trees and bushes as I jogged through the hiking trail. I had just recently moved here in a small secluded town to start my new life. I was a recent college graduate and although I worked in the large city, the forty-five minute drive to work was worth the fresh air and beautiful landscape. I slowed my pace until I was walking and humming along to the music from my iPod. I wanted to enjoy the morning air. The sun’s early rays created a peaceful...

Helles Belles

A Tan and Sandy Silence Rent Crisis Roger, my housemate and tenant was, yet again, behind with his rent. This was partly because he had spent most of his income from working at his father’s chicken farm a couple of villages away in the pub near the farm and gambling on the one arm bandit in the rugby club in that village. He had frittering away his money on things that he couldn’t afford such as taking Tracy, his long-term girlfriend, to Ibiza for a holiday with TwentiesAction Holidays. He...

Bama Belles

Sports Illustrated uncovered a story but could only print a censored version of what the sports writer working on the story wrote. College football is big business. Getting the best recruits to sign with them was getting even harder and harder to do. The alumni paid big bucks for their alma mater to win and win they must. Colleges are limited to providing only tuition, room and board as part of the scholarships to attract the best and strongest talent. A number of the bigger schools have taken...

B IS FOR GIRL chapter 6 B Is For Bathing Belle

"B" IS FOR GIRL Chapter 6: "B" is for Bathing Belle On Monday morning, as I was putting on my pinafore dress for school, mummy told me she would be coming to collect me at hometime. "I've got a surprise for you, Beverly," she said. "What is it?" I asked her. Mummy made a tutting noise and shook her head. "If I told you then it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?" she said. Mummy tied blue ribbons in my hair, and then brushed some mascara on to my eyelashes and dabbed a little bit...

HandsOnHardcore Francys Belle Cuck Husband Lets Neighbors DP his Nympho Wife Francys Belle

Vince is the type of guy who’s never completely satisfied unless he’s watching other men fuck his nympho wife. To satisfy this deviant desire, Vince and his wife Francys Bell put the scenario into motion by inviting their new neighbors, David Perry and Josh, to their home for some cocktails. As soon as the two neighbors have drinks in their hands, Vince leads David out of the room so his wife can work her magic. Minutes later, when Josh’s cock is balls deep in Francys’s pussy, Vince and David...

Southern Hospitality Ch 03

He had been texting Laura all throughout the day and they had agreed that dressing pretty casual would draw the least suspicion, so he had. He wore a simple patterned t-shirt and some blue jeans, combined with a pair of trainers that he had at least taken the time to clean. But.. He bit his lip in consternation. It just didn’t feel right. He wanted to be as dressed up as he could possibly be, he wanted to look like a prince for her, it was the least she deserved after all for all that she...

Southern Comfort 0

My mother, rest her soul, died when I was seven, so for half my life the only family I had was my daddy and the dogs. Daddy worked as a trash collector in the city, so most of the time it was just me and our four dogs: Fudd, the youngest, a droopy basset hound who seemed to be unable to do anything other than sniff things; Townes Van Zandt, named for the singer, whom everyone knew as TVZ because he was a common sight on anyone's porch; the old hound Po, who had been my mother's favorite...

Southern Style

Southern Style by Ashley Michaels Prologue: (Ashley's Story) My wife and I have been living in a small city in the Northwest for several years. I told her of my cross dressing soon after we married and rather than be shocked by it, she made every effort to encourage me in my dressing. She took me from a very rudimentary phase of dressing to the lifestyle I now enjoy. When I first revealed my cross dressing to her I had only experimented with items such as bras and panties....

Southern Exposure

SOUTHERN EXPOSURE Copyright Kristy Leigh 2003. All rights reserved. 1. Jess Taylor ambled swiftly up the driveway, fishing his keys out of his pocket as he approached the front door. He was a boy on a tight schedule; his Aunt would arrive home at five, dinner would be on the table no later than six. That left him less than three hours of free play; three hours of simple, childish joy through in the late September sunshine, three hours on the swings and slides and...

Southern Nights Hot Nights

Southern Nights, Hot NightsI learned only when I moved there for a teaching assignment at one of the local community colleges why it’s called the deep south, rather than just the south. Thanks to the summer humidity, the further in you go, the more it feels like you’re underwater. When Teri and I found a rental house, it had shade trees and big windows to capture the breeze, but no central air. The nearest Walmart was forty miles away, and completely sold out.Nights in the town of Picsquita...

Belle

Belle was a woman of about fifty when I knew her, had long grey hair and a short, broad body, a boisterous manner and had left her husband of many years and moved to northern NSW to the town of Bellingen. She had bought a block of land there, part rain forest, part pasture, and there she lived in the old farm house with her two teenage daughters. She was a hippy, or if you like, new age, which is to say she was deeply dissatisfied with the ideology, the habits, the economy and the repressions...

Farewell Southern Belle

FAREWELL SOUTHERN BELLE His name was Travis. He was from California. Although he was good looking, he was short, chubby, and walked with a cane. He had low self-esteem and didn’t think himself anything special. He had semi-long brown hair, hazel eyes, and a goatee. He fancied himself as somewhat of a photographer. He grew up alone and never had many friends. However, the few he had loved him. Travis wanted more than anything to find true love. He lost himself in fantasies of finding ‘the one’...

The New Belle

The New Belle By Janet L. Stickney The dress was very heavy, and huge. Over five foot in diameter, the light green material hung, draped over the hoop almost to the floor. Worse, the waistline was accomplished using a corset, making my normally 27 inch waist a trim 22, while at the same time, using the excess flesh to create a modest but full bustline. My hair was covered by the wig, auburn in color, done in sausage curls that hung down the back. On my feet I wore silver lame...

Taco Belle

Author's Note: This story is dedicated to my very dear friend, Chilli TNG, who, besides being my oldest and dearest online friend, is a far, far better author than I am. I would also like to apologize and thank Carrie Gore and Steve Zink for "borrowing" their personas for this story. I mean no disrespect, and any actions/thoughts/words in this story are purely fictional and purely my own. Taco Belle By Janice Dreamer Copyright © 1999 I stared at my email window. I'd...

A Charlotte Belle

"A Charlotte Belle" PART 1: GOING HOME The flight home from my grandfather's funeral seemed like eternity as a sat in my seat, peering out the window into the darkness. Occasional dots of patterned light would pass below us every five minutes or so, signaling the small towns of the American south. As I reclined in my seat I thought of him and the bittersweet days following his death. My mother's family had not been together as a whole in over 15 years; Aunts, Uncles, cousins seeing...

The Yankee Belle

The Yankee Belle By Anon Allsop I was captured last week near the city of Beaver Falls, Tennessee. It almost seemed that the whole damned Reb army had wheeled on themselves and swarmed our unit from both sides. We gave them hell for awhile, but those Confederates were on us so fast that most of us only got off one shot. By the time the smoke had cleared, 156 of our unit had been killed and 16 of us captured. The first thing they did was to take our rifles and shoes, passing them...

Michelle Ma Belle

Michelle, Ma Belle By Missy Crystal Mike may have been little, but he was tough. At only five foot five and with a baby face, he took a lot of abuse growing up. He made up for it by being a scrapper. The first insult or joke, no matter how big his opponent, Mike took them on. He lost a lot of teeth and spent a lot of time in the Emergency Room, but nobody made fun of him. He was such a difficult kid that when he turned eighteen, his parents threw him out of the house. He moved to...

Wedding Belle

Wedding Belle My name is Sandy Baker. In school I got teased because Sandy could be considered a girl's name. I got picked on a lot actually. I was a bit short, never grew beyond 5'5", and always too skinny. While most people have trouble losing weight, I am one of those people that had the opposite problem. No matter how hard I tried, I could never seem to get any bigger. So as a child and a teen, I got pushed around and teased a lot by the big bullies in our school. Nor was I...

Farewell Southern Belle

FAREWELL SOUTHERN BELLEHis name was Travis. He was from California. Although he was good looking, he was short, chubby, and walked with a cane. He had low self-esteem and didn't think himself anything special. He had semi-long brown hair, hazel eyes, and a goatee. He fancied himself as somewhat of a photographer. He grew up alone and never had many friends. However, the few he had loved him. Travis wanted more than anything to find true love. He lost himself in fantasies of finding...

Hell s Belle

Hell's Belle The last "normal" day of my life started out like most of them had since I flunked out of college a year ago - looking for another meaningless dead-end job. Not that it seemed to matter if I found one, my record so far at one place was just over a month. But my morning's search online was interrupted by an explosion in my kitchen. I ran towards the noise, and discovered that where my stove had been there was now shrapnel everywhere, the walls had been blackened,...

The Transformation into Belle

The Transformation into BelleAwakeningShe had trouble waking up, reaching for consciousness was so hard, it felt as if she had to drag herself through a thick dark haze to see any light. Finally she managed to open her eyes, her mouth felt so dry, as if she hadn’t anything to drink in a long time. What happened? The last thing she remembered was going home from school. The room she was in was blindingly white. Was this a hospital? NO! No hospital lays its patients on the floor. Her mind...

Southern Hospitality Ch 04

Laura lay beside him, her back to him, the stolen duvet wrapped around her like a cocoon of warmth and comfort, a bastion against the cold that plagued him. Biting his lip he inched towards her, finding the edge of the duvet and beginning to unwrap her like the gift she was. He had intended to urge his way under the warmth with her, but as she felt the coolness of air against her unprotected back she stirred. Ash let out a soft beep of surprise as the sleeping form of Laura moved, she...

Southern Comfort 1

So, what was I supposed to do? I mean, there I was alone with the girl and all she was wearing was a flimsy pair of shorts and a tank-top that was made of the same material. She’d been sitting on the edge of her bed waiting for me and she stood when I entered her room. I could see the slight bulges of her tits poking through her light pink top, as well as her bony hips poking through her bottoms. She looked a bit nervous and in that way that two emotions can show on the same face, she...

Southern Hospitality

I had made it a mile or two down the road when the warm glow of headlights appeared behind me. I turned around and stuck out my thumb. A classic 50's pick up truck pulls over and I hear a sweet southern drawl call out to me, "Hop in, Sug." I sit down and shut the door and turn to thank this kind stranger and thats when I see her face. A sweet caramel brown skintone with long straightend black hair. I guessed her to be about 5'8" and 110 pounds. She smiled at me and asked where I was...

Southern Lovin

A series of stories following the secret love life of two interpretable first cousin’s… Intro (Arrival) -- Matt took a step outside to the arrivals area of Hartsfield Jackson International Airport, being welcomed to Atlanta by the dry hot air, and honking horns, of the commonly congested roads of Hartsfield Jackson International Airport. There was no breeze, like what he is used to having up north. Matt is a 6 ft’, 185 lb, young piece of meat at the age of 19. He is a...

Southern Comfort

Introduction: A FICTIONAL accounting of a guy who gets off impregnating girls, gets the chance of a lifetime. Go ahead and call me a sick and perverted bastard. But just remember, not one single living soul was damaged in any way during the writing of this story. ITS FICTION, PEOPLE!!! So, what was I supposed to do? I mean, there I was alone with the girl and all she was wearing was a flimsy pair of shorts and a tank-top that was made of the same material. Shed been sitting on the edge of her...

Southern Lust 8211 Her Desires Are To Be Fulfilled

Hey guys, hope you liked my last erotic tale, will be uploading Part 2 soon but for now thought I’d give you another one in the meantime. Hit me up on I had just finished with my exams that day when I left for the southern city of Chennai. I had to attend a family function and was staying at a close friends place. I’d never thought of her sexually but lately, our conversations on WhatsApp had pushed the boundaries of our friendship. We were always frank and I lately was missing out on some...

Southern Exposure Part 2

SOUTHERN EXPOSURE Part 2 Copyright Kristy Leigh 2003. All rights reserved. 3. "Last one up has to kiss a pig!" Lisa yelled. Squealing with laughter, the girls bolted over to the bars and clambered up the rungs in a tangle of hands, feet and elbows. Debbie claimed the first place by virtue of her superior athletic abilities (within the year, she would win bronze at the state gymnastics finals). Lisa and Jessie tied in second, although neither had any immediate plans to visit...

Southern Gent

We were meeting as friends, at least that's what I kept telling myself as I drove to the cafe/bookstore, but in the back of my mind I knew there was potential for something more. "But not tonight," I told myself as I put a hand over my fluttering stomach. I rolled my eyes. Here I was talking to myself while checking my make-up in the review mirror and trying to maneuver through traffic all at the same time. I would be lucky if I made it in one piece. "He's already seen you naked, what are...

Southern BellesChapter 2

“Evenin Brady,” she said. “Miss your plane?” Wilma Dillard was working the desk. I told her what had happened and that I would be staying for the next couple of days with a Mississippi State student. “It is gonna be a slow weekend Brady,” she said. “My clients are all busy somewhere else, I’m sure the MSU/Ole Miss game. We’re too far south to be enjoyin that kind of traffic. But I won’t have to worry about unruly frat boys.” “So,” I said, why didn’t you just set up shop in Starkville....

Southern BellesChapter 4

Darlie and I had just dried off when we heard Wilma’s knock on the door. Darlie was wrapped in a bath towel, I was still completely naked. Opening the door a crack I spied Wilma carrying what looked like a computer bag and opened the door wide enough for her to see my full nudity. Wilma stepped inside. As I closed the door she said, “Well Mr. Damron your face is the same one I saw when you registered. But you are as limp as you were when you left me earlier in the week. I hope your girlfriend...

Southern TrampChapter 5

"Oh, BRUTUS! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!" Melanie screeched, oscillating her hips and lifting and falling on the big black stud's long, stiff pecker. The brawny brute had his hands clamped around the white girl's middle and he was slamming her down savagely on his lap, grunting like a bull in rut as he pumped his hips lustily back and forth, ramming all eleven inches of his iron-hard poker deep inside Melanie's tight, clutching glove-like abyss. The black limousine creaked and bounced on...

Southern TrampChapter 8

The campaign headquarters for Rhett Wilkerson was a zoo. Melanie perched on the edge of a table as far away from the squealing swarm of enthusiastic Wilkerson supporters as she could. At least five T.V. sets were blaring as the initial election returns began to come in. Shouts of triumph pierced the room whenever the returns indicated that Wilkerson had an edge, and boos greeted any suggestions that Hardman was ahead. On the walls of the room, gigantic posters of Rhett Wilkerson were...

Southern Hospitality

Tom kicked a rock in frustration, as he opened the gate to a quaint little farm house. As it squeaked open, a lazy old coon dog peered at him from the wooden porch of the old farm house. Tom hesitated for a moment, as the weary old dog resumed to napping. He slowly followed the worn flagstone path up to the steps of the porch, and stopped once again as the dog half heartedly raised his head. The dog released a muffled gruff as if to complain that this stranger was disturbing his all to...

Isabelle

Introduction: Lucas, your average high school student, and Isabelle, a French foreign exchange student, have been friends for years, but that is al goingl change soon… ***Note: This story does not become erotic until around Chapter 3 onwards. If that is all you want from a story then I suggest just watching porn, or wait until Chapter 3 comes out. This is a true story which means that it isnt just going to be gratuitous amounts of sex.*** When I heard the news that Isabelle was coming over...

Isabelle

It was just bad timing, Isabelle thought. Any other time, he would have been just another attractive man. He just had to walk into the gallery at a bad (or good, insisted part of her mind) time. Martin, her fiancé, was away on a long trip, covering the meeting of G-8 Finance ministers in Tokyo and she was feeling the emptiness of her sex life rather acutely that afternoon. She was appraising slides of Polynesian masks, with her office darkened and the ferocious features began to look rather...

Victor and Isabelle

"Damn that feels good," she said. He pulled out and felt her vagina squeeze him trying to hold him in. He laughed. "Like it do you? Tell me again how much better than Victor I am," he said. "No comparison, honey; pencil dick can't hold a candle to you. His little thingy just doesn't do it for me. Come on, sock it to me; don't tease me," she said. He ploughed into her once more; soon he was ramming her to the point of pain, but she didn't cry out. Her only sounds were low guttural...

KINKY ANNABELLE

I am Michael, in my late twenties, 72 inches tall, 168 pounds, a toned, fit body and genetically lucky to possess a large, thick cock - ten inches when erect. I live in Sydney, Australia and used to moonlight as a gigolo or male escort. That was before Ada asked me to work for her ‘exclusive agency’. “We have a wide ranging client list, males and females, and lots of constant work,” she told me as she auditioned me. “And we provide for some very kinky people with lots of sexual...

Lady Annabelle

The night I crossed the line I was heart broken and I had my mind in dementia and I did not know what I was doing but after all I had found my new lover and I would rather have Annabelle than a woman who would rip my heart to shreds. I walked in on the girl who I thought was Ms. Right having sex with her own cousin. They were naked and she had his cock in her mouth and there was no denying the situation. I slammed the bedroom door open and yelled “What the hell is going on?!” My...

Annabelle

It was a warm summer Sunday, and I was working in the garden as usual. I loved this time as it gave me the chance to genuinely relax. I'd had the garden now for about fifteen years, and at forty years old, I still loved working the ground. I even began to enjoy the people who would stop and ask questions. Why wouldn't I? It had been a great source of new lovers.I met Annabelle and her husband, whose name I don't recall, on this very afternoon. I could tell by the low-hanging sun that it...

ISABELLE

ISABELLESex on legsEvery now and then you may come across a young lady such as Isabelle. They are though very rare in my experience. I have only met two or three in all my years. However; when you meet such a girl I think you will know it without a doubt.My Isabelle was quite simply ‘sex on legs‘. She even smelt of sex; it would drive me wild just to sit next to her; her sex was overpowering. She; of course, knew this and she exploited it to the full. She wore flimsy clothing that barely...

Annabelle

Annabelle woke up disgusted. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the alarm clock on the raggedy nightstand. The time was five-o-three a.m. She lay back, exasperated. Beaten. She wiped the perspiration from her forehead before closing her eyes again. She looked over at her husband and cringed. Then she started to cry. Recent Past Annabelle was sixteen when she married Fred. He was twenty-one. At the time, she thought she loved him. When she found out she was pregnant, her parents decided they...

Michelle ma belle

I work from home by telecommuting, and my wife builds web sites as sort of a side business. So, we're nearly always home together. However, my wife gets real absorbed in her projects and can sit at her computer until the sun comes up. The house could be crumbling around her and she wouldn't notice. A little explaining is in order. My wife is 6 years older than I, and had 2 daughters from her previous marriage. We also had our own daughter together. At the time, they were 16, 10,...

Seeking Spiritual Help From A Priest 8211 Pt 2 Sex With A Village Belle

I kept on dreaming about her the entire day, and the evening arrived and I was eagerly waiting to see her again. I have decided that fuck everything that happened to me, I have got to have sex with this woman at any cost. Finally, she came and knocked on my door. I adjusted myself and made myself bare-chested and went to open the door. She came in but her gaze was transfixed on my hairy chest. I could notice that she was also smiling shyly. And today she had put some fragrant flowers on her...

Michelle Ma Belle

I met Michelle's mother, at Michelle's urging. Her mother had long viewed personals ads in a local newspaper until Michelle finally said, "Mom, just respond to one!" Her mother did, and the rest is history (we've been married almost 17 years.) When I first met Michelle (she was in her teens), we hit it off right away. Something in our personalities brought us together. Of course, the last thing I thought of was sex when it came to Michelle. I sensed, however, that there was something special...

Hot Village BELLE

hi this is kanna from chennai, i m a 23 yr old, 5.8" tall fat bottom guy, i love cross dressing. i also blessed with good sized boobs & A big thick mature ass. like every other cross dresser i love my femine side, like to be treated as women in bed. with my melons in chest & big butt i have attracted many cocks to it. Many cocks has enjoyed dark chocolaty ass. coming to the story i like to share about my gay affair with a young villag boy. it was during last year this incident happened, i...

Wedding Belle

It had been a while since I was last able to dress up. The hair on my face and body had been growing out and my private time was very limited. Unfortunately. When the music sang to me. "We're going out of town next week." They were going away to visit some family and asked if I could join them. Naturally, I made up some excuse so I could stay back and "watch the house" while they were gone. Of course, that meant it was girl time! I had planned to spend the whole week dressed as a...

Southern Hospitality Ch 02

As consciousness seeped more and more into Laura's mind she stretched her arms out in the bed around her, feeling the silky warmth of the bed where her arms brushed and felt the coolness of the sheets from where she hadn’t been wrapped up in them, another wave of pleasure crept over her, she must have been dreaming about something nice to wake up with such eager wood tenting the sheets. “Mm..” Laura furrowed her brow lightly as the pleasure continued to wash against her, confused in...

Southern Hospitality Ch 01

“Why?! Why would you do that?!” He pleaded, voice light and desperate. She shrugged, looking across at him with a raised eyebrow, chewing on a mouthful of her food. “I don’t see what the big deal is.. You agreed to help her?” “I agreed to help her but I didn’t agree to that! Ugh.. You’ve no idea what you’ve done.” he said with a soft huff, looking down at his plate and spearing a piece of penne, taking a bite. “No, I suppose I don’t.” She laughed airily and smiled cheerily as she...

Southern Boy

When I was 16 my best friend , James and I would slip into a private lake and go swimming. James was more worldly than I and had been dating girls for over a year or two. To hear him tell it he got into most of their pants. I don't know if it was true or not.... I just liked to hear the stories. He was already 17 and was stoutly built and had the gift of gab when it came to the fairer sex. I on the other hand was skinny and short almost 5' 6'' I was also shy when it came to one on...

Southern Comfort 2

After letting her rub my feet a bit, I decided it was time to move on, so, pulling my feet from her hands, I stood. She was still down on her knees and as I stood her body straightened a bit, so that her face was right at my bulging crotch. I couldn’t resist taking the back of her head in my hands and gently pressing her face against the huge lump in my jeans. She didn’t resist or try to pull back at all and it only took a couple seconds before I could feel her hot breath seeping through my...

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It was a relatively warm day when two familiar women sat in an office together. The client, Melody Campbell, was fidgeting nervously in front of her therapist, Christina Lang. She was eager to get started on this day. “Well, we're back to storytime. Now I'm starting about the time I was turnin' sixteen. Now, as I've been sayin', my daddy has taken me as his wife and since my 12th birthday, he has been performing oral sex on me every single night. Right before my 15th birthday, I...

Southern Belle 2

Melody, the blonde woman with curly hair, once again sat in the familiar office. Today she wore a fitted blue long-sleeved shirt with some glittery graffiti that read, “Baby Grrl” across the chest. On the left sleeve was a butterfly decal. And once again, across from her, sat Miss Lang, her therapist. Christina Lang wore a casual outfit on this day, the second meeting with her client, Melody Campbell. Behind the women, the skies were cloudy with a light drizzle splashing against the...

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Hi I am Marc I wanted to post this story for my wife Moni about the time we went vacationing down south. We were in a small city on our way to Tennessee and booked into a hotel. It was late evening we ate and decided to go for a drink. We happened on this bar which looked decent enough so we went in sat at a booth and ordered. Everyone seemed to stare us up and down when Moni mentioned she was the only woman there. It probably didn't help that she was wearing a short skirt and t-shirt with no...

Southern Nights

Chapter 1 – The turning point Mary was so nervous she had troubles keeping up with the traffic around her.It was early afternoon rush, and a lot of aggressive and impatient divers allover the place. Normally she would be so annoyed about this that her adrenalinewould be like that of a cliffhanger. But not today. This was a very different day. Possibly a day to turn a newpage in her life. At the very least a new start, that's for sure. She was onher way to a very important meeting. Very...

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Hi readers, This time around your JJ is going to give you a lesbian treat with a village back ground. In the past submissions we have had enough from the ladies hostel and the University. The below narration is also from a small Temple town south of Chennai about 320 km away from where all the lesbian action was flourishing. The place is only second to Kanchipuram in terms of number of temples found in and around this small town called Kumbakonam. Approximately 5 km from there is a place called...

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After being seduced by Tina that night she kept coming back for more. I thought her Daughter was a good fuck she couldn’t hold a candle to her mother. Sure Carla was young ,super tight and could last a lot longer; she didn’t have the oral skills her mother had. While Carla was having fun in college fucking all the college boys ,her mom focused her attention on me.Her experiences with other men through out the years had made her suseptive to exploring new men to get off.She was still deeply...

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In certain regions, mating traditionally interweaves. Below: the main characters. Papa - Mama Lawrence - Me, Abby Jesse - Francine Clay - Cassie Titus - Nelba Book Of course I’d seen black penises when we’d pass the negra boys swimming in the river, whooping and swinging from the rope. They’d avert looking our way as if we were the naked ones, but they tend to look away in any case. “They’re from the jungle,” explained Mama. I supposed their origin to account for something, but noted...

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I began my last year of high school in the fall, travelling each way for what seemed like hours on a bumpy school bus. I made some friends, mostly female since to the good old boys I was just a Yankee nerd. One girl in particular had her eyes on me, a buxom blonde, whom I later found out was in her first year. She was on the bus when I got on each morning and openly gave me the come on. I never sat next to her but on the way home she sometimes planted herself next to me. Her name was Sonja,...

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Sonja insisted on going for the marriage license the very nest day. Her parents arrived at the town hall and signed her away. She held on to that piece of paper like it was made of gold. The wedding was set for the Saturday after next. Her parents would arrange for a hall next to the church for the reception. It was a difficult time for me, despite the fact that Sonja had known all along what was going on in our house, I felt uneasy about Paul's sexual behavior. Strangely, Sonja didn't...

Southern TrampChapter 2

Melanie shimmied down the rope from the hay loft and wandered back to the large main house in a daze. Her body felt warm and tingly, and occasionally, darts of urgent need cut through her loins. The pretty blonde sixteen year old was flushed with desire. She looked incredibly sexy with her cheeks burning red and her sky blue eyes heated with carnal lust. She went into the house and flounced up the stairs, hurrying down the corridor to her bedroom. She shut the door carelessly behind her, not...

Southern TrampChapter 3

Melanie stared in growing excitement and some trepidation at her brother's enormous phallus, which lifted the elastic of his jock strap off his belly and impatiently throbbed in the air. With a little whimper of delight, she hooked her fingers in the elastic of the jock and slowly pulled it down, snapping it snugly beneath her brother's huge, orange-sized balls. Her hot blue eyes darted from his enormous ten inch prong to the large, bloated testicles beneath, and she shivered with wonder...

Southern TrampChapter 4

Melanie had never slept so well in her life. Jarvis had fucked her for hours the afternoon before, and when it approached the time when their father was expected home, her lusty brother had shot four loads into various orifices of her body, and Melanie had come too many times to count. Rhett Wilkerson had commented during supper that he had never seen his children looking so tired before. "I just don't see how you can be tired, Melanie," he said, winking at his lovely daughter, "What...

Southern TrampChapter 6

Melanie's erotic adventures had led her to regions beyond her wildest imagination. Imagine what Daddy would do if he ever found out that I've not only been fucking Brutus, but Randy Hardman, the son of his worst enemy! Worse than that, even, Melanie was beginning to fall in love with the handsome young man... Randy had called her the next day, and they had arranged a clandestine afternoon together. It had been wonderful; a picnic by a secluded pond and a long, luxurious bout of hot...

Southern TrampChapter 7

The days continued to speed by in rapid succession, and Melanie was becoming quite reckless in her sexual exploits. A day didn't go by when she wasn't embarking on another sexual adventure. She fucked her brother constantly. Frequently, she would sneak into his bedroom at night, or he would come into hers, and they would copulate till dawn. Then, she was seeing Randy Hardman regularly, and they found all sorts of places to make love in. Once, she sucked him off in a movie theater. A couple...

Southern Kinfolk

Stepping off the bus, I waited for the driver to open the baggage compartment. A young Asian woman approached me, flashing a smiling expression of recognition. "You Sean boy, come Chicago; OK?" I nodded inquisitively, having expected my great aunt. "Yeah, I'm Sean all right. Who are you?" "Oh, I Sona, hired man wife; he in truck." Pronouncing truck with an f, she pointed at a vintage Chevy half-ton across the street. The driver tipped up the baggage door and I found my bags. Sona grasped both...

Southern Kinfolk Part 3

Sonja insisted on going for the marriage license the very nest day. Her parents arrived at the town hall and signed her away. She held on to that piece of paper like it was made of gold. The wedding was set for the Saturday after next. Her parents would arrange for a hall next to the church for the reception. It was a difficult time for me, despite the fact that Sonja had known all along what was going on in our house, I felt uneasy about Paul's sexual behavior. Strangely, Sonja didn't seem to...

Southern Nights

It was a steamy-hot summer night about 1 a.m., just outside the Memphis city limits. Mosquitoes large as crop dusters droned and bit at will. I was running radar on one of the county back roads, notorious for being a speedway between local watering holes. ‘I should be able to collect a bit of revenue for the Sheriff's office and keep some other poor fool from having to blot up some drunk's body from the pavement after an accident,’ I thought as I sat in my cruiser – waiting. ‘Okay. Here comes a...

Southern Kinfolk Part 2

I began my last year of high school in the fall, traveling each way for what seemed like hours on a bumpy school bus. I made some friends, mostly female since to the good old boys I was just a Yankee nerd. One girl in particular had her eyes on me, a buxom blonde, whom I later found out was in her first year. She was on the bus when I got on each morning and openly gave me the come on. I never sat next to her but on the way home she sometimes planted herself next to me. Her name was Sonja,...

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It started early on Saturday when I had a nice hot bath and shaved myself nice smooth. I followed that by dressing up and taking some very sexy photos of myself and then emailing them to the Tgirl i was going to have sex with later in the day. I left my holdups and leather and lace leotard on under my street clothes and got a train to London. It felt so nice to feel the tightness of the holdups around my thighs and the leotard chaffing my cock and balls. I arrived at my lover's house in north...

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The sight of Candy lying on a sunlounger by the pool was driving me crazy. It always amazes me that there is not more sexual activity on beaches and poolsides, because everybody’s out there almost naked. You wouldn’t sit in a room with a woman in just your underpants and she in just a bra and knickers – or if you did, you would be expecting to get lucky very soon. And yet in sunbathing mode we are expected to behave “like adults”, which, in that case, means not getting excited, or even not...

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She is pretty little thing. About 5'3" , 115 and tiny little A cups that are mostly just nipple. She does have beautiful brown eyes.We had met at lunch with some of my buddies. There were five guys and two girls, but she stood out. I was imidiatly taken by her as she was pretty shy and not the flirty slut that her friend was. I got a nice little handshake when she arrived, and a hug (and her e-mail) when I left about an hour later.Her friend, is a pretty Hispanic girl who is a stripper and...

Sexting Sister Chapter 1 Part 1 Inspired by Kinkybelle

“Finally, a day off from work.” Today I am finally off of work. I been working nonstop for the past five days; I’m off for the whole weekend. From the very start of the day was weird for me. First, I woke up around three in the afternoon, the last time I did that was before I had a job. Second, nobody was calling me phone today. Shelly (Girlfriend.) would call me all the time, but today it seemed she has taken a break from that. I spent most of the day on the couch; it’s weirdly been awhile...

Miss Annabelles

I was so excited. It was my first day of real school! Sure, I had been to little school, where they teach you to read and write and all that stuff, and it was ok, but now I was in real school, where they teach you how to be servile slaves. I have never been so excited in my life!I should tell you a little more about me. My name is Emily, and I am 12 years old. At 12, they send you to your school so you can be ready at 16. That's when you really start your life. I am still kinda short, and my...

Maybellene

© 1998 This story is a fantasy based not too loosely on fact. Like the lives of most of its readers, it contains no sexual acts. When the story stops, you are allowed to carry on thinking. If you are incapable of thought, go and find some pictures of women with computer-aided tits. 1998 It was late afternoon when I rang the doorbell of Naismith's period cottage in Sussex. His battered and dusty four-wheel drive vehicle was outside, negligently parked with one wheel run up on to the rockery....

Ladies Night at the Gay Cabellero

“What do you think about this one?” “She’s nice. I like her.” “What do you like about her?” persisted Tom. “I like her tits, Tom. They’re bigger than mine and I would like to suck them.” replied his wife, Penny. Penny was sitting on her husband’s lap. They were both studying a girly magazine. Tom turned the page. “There, look at her cunt. Do you like her cunt, Penny?” “I love her cunt Tom. I like the way she’s trimmed her pubes. It’s pretty.” “Would you like to lick it, Penny?” “Would...

Ultimate Submission Jacqueline s Story Chapter 4 Sylvie and Mirabelle

Although losing my virginity had been kind of a non-event and subsequent encounters with boys in my age bracket were no patch on the pleasures I experienced with Charlotte, I remained curious about the opposite sex. Charlotte was not much help in this respect. She would just repeat her statements about the 'penetration conspiration' and how useless men were in satisfying a woman's sexual needs. While I accepted that she was a lesbian, I wanted her to accept that I was interested in...

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