Hey everyone, Averagejoe here. If you haven't read the previous chapters, I highly recommend doing so. This is almost a part 2, continuation of the original story. Rest assured, I have plenty more to write. I've also got several other projects I'm working on, so stay tuned and show some love. AverageJoe ***** Shuddering in bliss, I dropped into the hot wa...
Melissa Fourtnoy had picked flowers from Mrs. Tunnsmore's garden and delivered them to Mrs. Edith Brickhouse's house. The grandmotherly Mrs. Brickhouse and Mrs. Fourtnoy had a pleasant time. They met each Saturday for tea. It was a two-hour drive for Melissa, but with her love-life barren, it was well worth it. Melissa found Mrs. Brickhouse mature and atte...
CHAPTER 1 Angela Cherrington left the party disgusted after she'd gone into the family room and saw a guy with a beer bottle hanging from his bared butt and two middle-aged nude women on the floor going at it, head to tail. She left seeking a bed at her girlfriend's home, annoyed her parents continued to have revolting parties. The only child's parents wou...
Eric climbed out of his truck in the wholesaler yard. Several other farmers were drifting between stacks of feed and fertilizer making broad gestures while telling bad jokes. Normally, Eric would have joined them. Getting away from the farm was a rare opportunity and it was his habit to find enjoyment in it wherever he could. But today was a little different...
Deborah is a country girl. She rides horses, among other varieties of animals with large members. Like certain human males. But only if they beg like a dog. Suzy is a city girl. She rides a Harley and loves the vibrating machine between her legs. “Deborah,” Suzy whined, “you know I don’t know the difference between a horse's ass, a cow's ass and a man's ass...
There was something different about her. She was too pleasant, too affable, to be real. She seemed to smile at everything. She laughed heartily at jokes to be sure and she brightened the dull prisonlike quality of the conference room just by entering it but that wasn't when you noticed her smile. In a nursing home there are sad moments. People die. It doesn'...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft spell check. You've been forewarned. *.*.*.* Upon hearing of the demise of her husband Emily Burgess stoically invited Annie Burgess, Anatole Burgess's spinster sister to come and reside...
PART II Several months past and the topic of cow and milking and breeding came up only once are twice. I never got my clothes back, but I did get my shoes. Terrence took another job and I thought it was over with. Then one day a text came in from Mark that said meet Terrence for an early meal and tip him the same way, with my body. I was confused as I had...
Author's note: As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in search of what these admittedly strange fetishes mean, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musi...
Hi all. I've experimented with writing for a long time now, but this is the first time I've shared something online so I hope you enjoy it. As usual, all characters in this story involved in sexual acts are legal adults. ------- “Come on, open it!” Jess was practically bouncing with excitement as she handed over my present, neatly wrapped in gold paper wi...