Nothing is more infuriating than a Futa acting all high and mighty because she works out. Yeah, she walks around with her toned muscles and rock hard abs, the cock of the walk as they say, but we ladies know the truth! One hard punch or anything more than a light tap if we're being honest, and she goes down like a brick. That's what happened when I went to...
**Read and Enjoy! Don't forget to leave a comment.** The steady rhythm of heavy breathing and flesh slamming into a sand-filled leather bag filled the air. Max was alone in the workout room, and he was in the center, working the heavy bag with a vengeance. Every punch was delivered with a look of concentrated fury, every kick landed with a grimace of hatred...
I'm assuming if you're reading this, you've read part 1 to get the gist of where I was at... After Maggie passed, it took me a good spell to get my head back in the right place. A number of women served as a distraction over this period of course, but it wasn't until I started to get my focus right that I came across Mistress J. Now it may surprise you...
Notice: Readers and characters are 18+ This is fiction. And a BDSM story, Emphasis on the S. It includes fetishes such as Femdom, CBT, CFNM, humiliation, chastity, pegging. It is a ballbusting story foremost, where our guy gets hit in the testicles. If that doesn't sound like your thing, you WILL NOT READ OF IT. This story continues and concludes events fro...
Ich drehte das Licht aus und verschloss die Tür des Klassenzimmers. Gähnend kratzte ich mich am Hintern.Wieder ein anstrengender Tag vorbei am Eberhard-Staubfang .. Äh, Straubing-Gymnasium in G.. Ich war rechtschaffen Müde nach einem ausgefüllten Arbeitstag. Erst war die Sprechanlage ausgefallen, dann gab's Schwierigkeiten mit den Jungenwaschräumen weil ein...
At Granite State Community College, all types of students come and I get them. I set my sights on a divine African beauty with the most incongruous German accent. Christianne's mother was from Sierra Leone and her father was from Germany. She was a frighteningly beautiful "mix," as she called herself, with amber skin, elegant long legs, hourglass hips, tul...
Kapitel 1 – Das Institut Ein irgendwie futuristisch anmutendes, dunkelgraues Gebäude mit scheinbar drei Stockwerken tauchte am Ende der Sackgasse in diesem Industtriegebiet im Licht der Laternen auf. Bedrohlich wie ein schwarze Quader ragte es in den tropisch heißen, schwarzen Nachthimmel, den nur die Straßenlaternen mit gelblichen Strahlen einige Meter weit...
! Announcement! The Arena found its next contestants! ------------------------------------------------- Hello dear Literotica readers, Swizzle here! I'd like to thank you all for creatively spending your time and giving birth to those sweet-ass futas! I've chosen a few contestants, and I admit, it was not an easy task... For those that didn't get th...
Sometimes, you just don't want to kick someone in the balls, you know what I mean? Don't get me wrong, I love a round of testicle bashing fun, and I've built up quite the reputation of a ballbuster at my school. From grade school to middle school to my current, senior year, I've kicked a ton of futas in the nuts! But it wasn't just Futanaris that were death...
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise - there is indeed good wine in the mountains of Vermont. And many of the ladies were sampling several of the reds and whites that were available at the wine tent. John, meanwhile, was more of a "meat and potatoes" kind of guy, drinking a can of Old Milwaukee as he made his way around the grounds. He was beginning to g...