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The Time I Fucked My Cousin

I grew up on a 5,000 acre ranch in California. My dad worked on the ranch which had around 200 families. It was 1963.My mom stopped by my aunt's house on the way home from the hospital after visiting my dad who had recently suffered his second a stroke. It was the long Memorial Day weekend. I happened to be there visiting my cousins, four boys then three girls. I was a normal young buck teen and Norma, the oldest girl, was a couple of years younger. I had the use of a 1949 Ford coupe.As she got ready to leave she asked if Norma, the oldest girl cousin, could stay with us to keep my mom company until my dad got out of the hospital in a couple of days. My aunt told her she could and they decid...

I am a Squirter

A true tale about my sexual awakening and the joy of masturbation. The start of a journey of sexual pleasure and adventures that would become my life. When I was younger I had no idea of what I could do sexually. Sex was just sex, although I thoroughly enjoyed it, once I knew what I could do with my pussy I started to enjoy it even more. I remember being at a girlfriends house with her and her husband. I must have been about 23, maybe a bit younger. We were just sitting around have a few drinks, chatting and laughing. Before I knew it we were watching porn. More for giggles then anything, but if they only knew how much this night would change my sexual experiences forever.

Jane's Safari Chapter two

Told you this was fantasy, didn't I? After the loss of her job and her buying a Trailblazer ticket, Jane found herself in Rwanda with a company of scientists, studying forest gorillas. On her first day there, she had been very badly bitten by Soldier Ants. A guide called Abou had taken her back to the base camp, but she couldn't complete the journey and he had decided to leave her while he went for help. While he was away, a huge, silver backed male gorilla had taken advantage of her weakness and used her for his own pleasure. Jane had been scared stiff at first, but soon found that she liked the gorilla's massive cock inside her and decided that she wanted more.

Slave: Chapter two

The remainder of the voyage passed by timelessly. It might have been the six weeks it actually was, or six months or years or just a few minutes. Someone marked the days at sea on the base of the mast where it was founded in a complicated joint to the keel board. Victoria didn't bother to look or count the groups of four vertical lines with a diagonal slash across for each completed set. Her passage of time on the voyage was taken up, either sitting alone and silently at the far end of the hold that held just over half of the original cargo, or being violated by her captor who had chosen her body for his own pleasure.

Slave: Chapter one

It was during the darkest hours, those before the dawn that they stole up from the river. Silently encircling the village and stopping on the outside of the boma. The dogs, the villager's normal clarions, died noiselessly after eating the poisoned meat, thrown over the thorn bush barrier, designed to keep the Hyenas and marauding leopards away from the livestock of goats and the few cattle they kept.The heat of the hot sun had leached out of the dung bricks that formed the bases of the huts, to be replaced by the chill of the night. They slept on rough cots, covered in skins or blankets given by the missionaries, oblivious of their impending fate.The signal, a short yip, woke Aneesha.

Abigail: Part 1

Foreword. It is a sad fact of life that many of our teenage children come off the tracks. There are many hypotheses that try to explain how it is, our society cannot cater for the younger generation, how it fails them at a fundamental level and leaves them to learn and fend for themselves. We teach our children the usual things, History, Geography, to read and write, numerical skills, but we seem to have forgotten how to teach them social graces and how to behave.

Our first mfm threesum

My girlfriend was  out on the tiles with a few of her girlfriends, but we planned to meet up later at my house.  Before she went out i watched her dress herself. She had a short summer top on with two fine shoulder straps on. Under the top was a semi see through bra but she didnt really need it because her tits where pert and firm. Below the top she had her favourite jean mini skirt on showing off her silky smooth legs. I could feel my cock stiffen as i observed her in this state whilst she applied her make up. I slipped up behind her kissed her neck lifted her skirt and slipped my hand inside her lace knickers stroking her sexy mound of pubes with my finger tips.

Alanna's story

Crossing a cattle grid, Alanna enters into rural England and a sexual experience she could never be prepared for. Realisation hit her like a well-aimed sledgehammer. She had been fucked by this horse, which even now was still calming down after losing what seemed like a gallon of horse cum into her stretched cunt. Alanna felt her inner walls start to contract and adopt the usual shape of her uterus, instead of the expanded accommodating tunnel that had so recently been violated by the animal.

A dogs perspective

Bruce heard the jingle of his lead. He cocked an ear to see if it had been an accidental brush by one of the people causing it to jiggle or if it was the promise of a walk. Nobody came through the door to the living room and he didn't hear the lead again. Assuming it had been an accident; Bruce laid his head back down on his paws and resumed watching the baby crawling around the carpeted floor. He was bored. The black box in the corner with a silvery screen that showed sometimes, other animals, sometimes other dogs, but never with any smell other than of heated electrical wires, was flickering to its self with the volume turned down. Bruce kept an eye on the child.

A meeting of minds

A meeting of minds He padded into the room, paused and glanced at the people that stared back at him with baleful looks. Three strangers, his mistress and a shadowy figure in an alcove who he couldn't quite make out. His olfactory senses informed him of the charged atmosphere. Mingled with the familiar aroma of sex and pheromones were undertones of apprehension, even a little fear. The perfumes worn by them did little to hide the musk of sweat and aroused glandular activity. His nose told him of these things and it never lied.