Ch. 6 - EDITED Invitation to a baby shower Many months had passed since Jennifer introduced her kid sister, Chelsea, and then her mother, Katie, to the joy of big black cocks. Eighteen-year-old Chelsea left the university and moved back home. She was continuing her education at a community college near her parents' place. Her mother and her father, Bill,...
This is a continuation of the Cruel Irony series and the ramifications of an adulterous indiscretion. The precursor to Wresting With Life's Cruel Irony chapters commences with Cruel Irony. ---------------- The days immediately after his return home Pam did not tell her husband the news. While not racked by self doubt and fear, those feelings ran through h...
**** Final score This chapter involves 18-year-old Megan and her 42-year-old mother, Karen, plus Megan's black-bred cousins, Chelsea, 18, and Jennifer, 22, along with their similarly pregnant mother, Katie, 40, (Karen's sister and Megan's aunt). Eight different but ultimately related events are described in subtitled sections. The chapter picks up wher...
Jack loved watching me walk around his apartment wearing the corset he'd bought me, or wearing the lingerie that emphasized my new bulk. My breasts, which required regular sucking at least every four hours, were encased in latex and I knew that they were held firmly but enticingly at the ready for Jack's mouth. My belly, having grown round and full, was mold...
Author's Note: Hey guys, I'm doing my best to keep all the threads going, so there's plenty of smutty fun to go around! Click on the Story Map to see the chapters you haven't explored yet. This is a public story, so any chapter additions are not only welcome but encouraged. Thanks for reading! Your name is Jon Lang and you can't wait to get to work. You've...
Elise walked to the subway station with a proud gate. Today had been a good day at work. Her dress was plain, with simple flats, and a frumpy dress. Still, she thrust out her large, heavy breasts proudly as walked amongst the many business people eager to get home to their families. She couldn't help but smile to herself. Today had been a very productive day...
Caitlin waited at the park. She was sitting on a park bench and had to lean back a bit since her jeans were snug. She was only three months along and she was refusing to buy any maternity clothing for at least two more months. Her boyfriend Logan had told her to meet him there and he was 15 minutes late. She rolled her eyes and realized he was never on time....
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The hot water splashes on your neck and drizzles down your breasts. The tips of your fingers tease your standing nipples, softening them with the perfumed shower gel. Your hands slide underneath your breasts, feeling the weight of them, still maternity-full. Imagining how they will feel to my hands. You're thinking about how it will be: my salty tongue cares...
Letter 3 Saturday, hopelessly hot. For V, gone, not lost, I hope I feel so lonely, so bored, so forfeit. I will try not to say this again, in any other way. I know it is difficult to read this when you can do nothing to help me. Instead I will write about the areas I intend to explore when you come back to our bed. It seems appropriate that they be you...