When Melissa slipped in her cottage garden she was momentarily immobile, unable to get back to her feet she laid among the cabbages she was just spraying to rid the caterpillars. It was no good yelling for help because the neighbours were at work and her late husband insisted on the high fence all around for privacy, so she could not be seen either. Her on...
Nancy was a little older than I, and my next door neighbor of almost 5 years. She and her husband, Pete, had had a marriage with some real obstacles since each had remarried some years before. A few of the problems were self-evident to anyone who observed the two of them for a while, but some were not so easy to discern. Like the fact that Nancy generally to...
Knowing that a big black cock was waiting for her back home, made Amanda a little less upset over her bosses behavior! The man [her boss], was a monster, easy on the eyes, but definitely a monster! He expected her to start working as early as 7am, and who in god's name woke up at that time? Then he wanted overtime, not that he didn't pay her extra, but doing...
This is the King's account that took place 20yrs prior to his daughter's (Princess Pamela) scribes. Please reread "S&G-part I" again after this story. Thank you. * * * * * The KINDOM OF SODOMY AND GAMORE a prelude to... It was a momentous occasion we gathered for at the Royal mansion. Lady Geneva, my mother, a wealthy widow, sat at the head of the round (...
"Pops, you have got to be shitting me," the younger half of the gardening company George Weber and Son exclaimed when he glanced up towards the house they were working on and saw the frail looking silver haired woman in the plain house dress watching the father and son planting bushes near the road. "She looks like Grandma Moses." "Looks are deceiving," Geo...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. * Chapter 11: Wet and Dry With Debbie As I drove to work Monday morning I thought about what was happening. Since that first night in September my entire world seemed to be centred on the seduction of women...
All good things must come to an end and so did my honeymoon. I'd had some fantastic fun, meet some amazing people and had some great sex, fortunately though, not with my new husband. Steve was nearly fully trained to my requirements, which was good, what wasn't so good was the fact that I was taking him back to his mother. Steve had been such a big mummy's b...
My pussy was being stretched beyond belief, the big black cock was making inroads into areas I had never had probed before. My chest was heaving, my stomach was constantly fluttering in waves of pleasure and my breath was ragged and gasping as this twenty two year old fucking cocksman, fucked this forty eight year old housewife into oblivion. How the hell h...
This brief story could got under either the Interracial or Anal categories. *** The middle-aged woman looked out the window at the young drifter mowing the tall grass and weeds her husband humorously called a lawn in the grueling heat, the temperature and humidity making his ebony skin glisten in the sun, and then she looked at the five crumpled dollar bil...
Keith was the doctor who had performed my vasectomy. I was 29 years old. At that age, he wanted to satisfy himself that I had considered it carefully. At the time he questioned me, and eventually we became close acquaintances. Keith would have seen my penis after I had my injection to put me to sleep. He may have handled it to move it out of the way, but on...