"Dammit, I want a horse. That bee-atch Susan thinks she is the coolest for riding a horse around." "I can't stand that rich cunt with her perfect tits." "I'd run moonshine just so I can have the big butt of my horse fart in her face." Delilah, 19 years old, waved her arms. Her blond, long hair was straightened and patted with gel to look thick and smooth....
"Jesus, those are big tits." They certainly were, especially encased in a tight white t-shirt that made them appear impossibly round and luscious. I assumed that when released from their holder, they'd droop or drape, but the fantasy these babies presented was impeccable, amazing and intimidating. My normal me, the old me, would have avoided looking at them,...
A Friendly Game: I'm warm, safe. She's next to me, hugging one of my arms around her shoulder like a blanket. I draw in a breath of her scent and... "Sal?" I ask, allowing the smallest possible amount of light through my eyelids, reality comes back. "Mmm." Now don't get excited, Sal is most certainly not someone I expect to ever find in my bed. Me and Sa...
The course fabric of the bedspread scraped my nipples with each hard thrust. They were painfully tender and erect. I took a deep breath and tried to grab onto a lick of sanity, taking stock of my current situation. I was naked and couldn't be more exposed. My ass was up in the air, my cheek on a pillow that smelled of bleach and cheap detergent, a thin swe...
My dear reader, this is a fantasy, a pornographic story without any connection to reality. Well, except the fact that Julia is based on the British glamour model (Not the actress) Kelly Andrews. She's real, unattainable, but real. If massive cocks, cervix pounding sex, and screaming orgasms annoy you, then you should stop reading this story right now. In...
New readers - and previous readers who might have read the last chapter quite some time ago - know that it is advisable to start at the beginning of the series in order to know about/remember the characters and the sequence of events. ***** "Sir, I have to talk to you," said Amanda in a rather authoritative voice. "Yes Amanda, what can I do for you?" I...
Part 6. The boys in blue ************ The cottage seemed empty without her, so as a distraction, he increased his exercise periods. Running or cycling twice a day, followed by the exercises Ted had shown him. On Thursday, the letter arrived; he had to report to the Medical Board the following Monday in London, then, on the Wednesday, to RAF Renton reporti...
"Your destination is on your right in 500 feet". My heart was pounding in my chest. I pulled up to the house and shut the car off, taking one last look in the rear-view mirror to make sure my make-up was perfect and my perky tits were straining to pop out of my shirt. I got out and grabbed my bag from the backseat before walking up to the house. My palms we...
My name is Grace. You can find my topless photo and a brief history of my life in my biography attached to this profile, dreamweaver5539. I refer to myself as Busty Ex Nun, as that is what I am. I entered a convent at the age of 17, and was married at 23 when I found the life unfulfilling. I am now in my early 30's. When I was married I was a 38 DD, but now...
This is a continuation of "A TROUT FOR EMMA WIGHTMAN." For continuity, read the earlier story first to become familiar with the characters. Chapter 9 -- A Nice Italian Dinner "You're invited for dinner at my house," Louisa told me. "Saturday was suggested." "That's nice! What brought this on?" I inquired. Louisa and I had been spending a lot of time tog...