As early as the next day, Mrs. Smith defined strict boundaries around our sexual relationships. The details may have changed slightly later on, but the basic rules were set on Wednesday night following our first love making night together. * The first rule was that sex, talk about sex, anything about our sexual relationship would only take place within the...
Marcy held onto the brass pole like she was making love to it, moving and gyrating about. She was auditioning for Candice, the new owner of the Brass Pole, a gentleman's club. Marcy had worked there for several years, but that was before her left leg was amputated at the hip a few months ago. In the nude, there was no doubt about that or the way her roll of...
Urban Oddballs: Swelling Edited by Thegreat_pretender *** Sometime later the group arrived outside the grounds of a large estate, stopping around a mile back. "Alright, the signal is super strong up ahead, so maybe we should continue on foot, huh?" Steven asked as he pointed ahead. "That's not a bad idea, driving a vehicle into plain sight isn't exactl...
Disclaimer: All characters are over eighteen years of age. This futanari story contains inordinate amounts of sex that never result in chafing, extreme representations of anatomy, and absolutely unrealistic volumes of...well, you'll see. Oh, and a reminder, futanari. Editing credit: Blind_Justice Copyright © 2012 redskyes There's something magical about t...
I stood in front of my closet, eyeing my clothing options for the evening; making a decision was proving to be more difficult than I'd originally thought. If this were a run-of-the-mill date, I'd just wear something that I thought looked nice, but this wasn't a run-of-the-mill date. This was a first date, and my first date with a woman who loved fat guys and...
"Just try it", she whispered. "I know you'll love it". These words word the start of a journey in to a lifestyle I barely knew existed before I met her. I'd seen gonzo documentaries and the usual clip from sensationalist chat shows but to experience it first-hand explains it all. The primal urge that rests within so many of us was unlocked in me that night...
If you enjoyed part 1 and you're planning on enjoying this part, please check out Sarkopheros's stories if you haven't already. He is a huge inspiration. As per before, expect crazy proportions, impossible cum inflation, expansion and hyper themes. Valerie Song: Hot Yoga Part 2 By the time Valerie had finally showered off the layer of spunk coating her b...
Raksha Balaji had to be the most attractive girl at Temple University in Philly. The only problem was that she was a huge hoe. It was rare that she would be sober. She was constantly high, drunk or both. The entire time I knew her she was hooking up with strangers at parties until she finally found a fuckbuddy. It broke my heart because despite her being a w...
My finale regarding the hot, authoress leasaj * * * * * The old, fat dude spit into his hand and began wiping his spittle into Leasa's crack. I could tell he found pay dirt with his slickened fingers when she winced and sucked in her breath. He was probing her asshole loosening it, and it obviously hurt. I was glad. Feel the burn, baby, was all I could thi...
Kneeling on her kitchen floor, hands tied behind my back and my face in a trough full of delicious, fattening food...that's when she really took control. I should have seen it coming: the way she paraded me around in public in too-tight clothes. The way she'd draw everyone's attention to us before making me gorge myself on obscene amounts of food. The way s...