Slowly Clarisse settled into a routine. Breakfast in the morning, then lessons in the afternoon, milking later and then early to bed. Repeat the next day, with frequent trips to the doctor's and ample time for writing reports. She slowly got used to the constant flirting that all bulls and hucows seemed to do. The rules were different here on the farm, wit...
Call me Lorraine. This is my true story, but I have changed the name to protect my own innocence. Consider this to be a cautionary tale, or a turn-on, or even a cry for help...maybe a combination of all three. If you are going to judge me, as others have already done, at least judge me after knowing my full account of the events in question. Because I was...
DISCLAIMER: The following tale is completely fictitious. If there is a real sorority named Gamma Lambda Kappa, it is not to be confused with the one described here. ***** I stood in awe at the large yet somehow cozy sorority house that I had just entered. Before me was a curved staircase leading up to a short railed hallway with a single door that I presum...
Wendy kept looking at Dani while they shopped a few things at the mall. "Dani, are you ok? Want to talk about that blow job?" "Yes, no, I don't know. I am surprised that it was so easy. I could take him all in and basically I grabbed his ass and worked him in and out. And it was an interesting taste but I really thought the first time I'd probably throw up....
Dear Dr. Jo, I looked in the mirror, just as I had so many times over the last few months. What was different? My extra weight, my pale white skin, the stretch marks that permeated my lower regions. Before I go further, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mandy, and this is one of the stranger things you have probably heard, although I imagine you get...
I'm an 18-year-old aunt who breastfeeds her twin nieces. As if that wasn't unusual enough, my neices are also 18 years old. You see, their mother Dina was a member of a sorority in college that encouraged sisters to induce lactation and nurse each other as a means of intimate bonding. For most participants in this eccentric practice, it isn't really a sexual...
He would not be ruled by her breasts. He was an accomplished military man of achievement, dignity, and honor. He would not become so enraptured by the womanly curves of this mysterious female lieutenant newly arrived on base. General Hunt adjusted his collar, decorated with two stars nearby on the shoulder as befitting his considerable rank. At his silvery-h...
Melissa looked at the calendar and groaned. She had always been as regular as clockwork and the calendar showed that her time of the month was almost upon her. She should have known; her aching breasts had been feeling fuller but she'd put off acknowledging it as she was having a rare weekend off whilst her ex had the baby. "Oh crap, tell me I'm not due. No...
It was an exciting time for me. For everyone, really. A new test subject was ready for insemination, and it was my job to prepare the subject for what she would experience. The subject lay perfectly still on the massage table. She had this strange, serene look on her face with a hint of contentment. That was new. Most of time the facial expressions are blan...
Shutting the door to her office Jen Walters huffed in annoyance as she turned and sat at her desk, leaning back as she rubbed the bridge of her green nose. "Eight hours wasted in a trial involving some wacko hoping for the insanity plea. He's wearing a chicken costume! Of course he's going to get the damn plea!" Brushing her long green hair out of...