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A Broken Ornament I look out the window next to the bed. Street lights outside give enough illumination at night. It started to snow. We are getting a nice white Christmas. I crawl to the edge of the bed, rest for a moment, enjoying the dimly lit room. The heat that our three bodies have […]

Introduction: After Monica has a morning of licking and fucking her dog Bone, her little sister Lora shows up unannounced. As they talk, Lora tells Jenn about a story she read about girls having sex with dogs. They end up having an afternoon of wild dog sex and maybe even some incestuous sex. As I

The lead up to the first half is true, but thereafter it’s (unfortunately) just fiction. I’ve more or less turned my wife into a slut to some degree, mostly when we’ve been away from home and on vacation, but I’m still trying to push her more. A handful of mediocre quality pornographic photos of Margie

My wife and I split up two years ago, when my stepdaughter Amy was a smart little girl, but I still had a habit of coming over to the house and seeing her every Saturday morning, just to make sure she was handling things right. I was only 18 months old when I started seeing

Tracy moaned and moaned each time my cock slammed deep inside her. Each seemingly tireless stroke of my cock brought her closer and closer to orgasm, but my climax was still a long way off. Fucking Jodie and having Tracy suck me off had definitely taken the edge off me. Despite the hot and sticky

I would usually wait at my boyfriend’s house for him to come out of soccer practice, watching TV or playing pool with his dad while he waited. One day his dad was teaching me how to shoot the bank and he ended up bending me over the pool table and fucking me from behind. This

Cindy texted me at the end of the shift and then she told me to give her a half hour before calling her. I did and she gave me directions to her house. She didn’t have the heart to do it in her own bed, so she took me to the downstairs guest room. In

Introduction: “I’m sorry, m-ma’am,” she managed to hiss through clenched teeth. She didn’t try to touch her again, partly out of a horny, masochistic fear, and partly because the subtle brush of her wrists and the way the belt moved over her skin told her he’d been tied to the waist. her back. Zach sighed

Rachel has changed more in the last three weeks than I could imagine, more and more interesting with the neighbors. After Rachel and I ate 4 with Randy and Dean, Kay stopped by to say thanks. I was tired of thinking Rachel must be too, but she and Kay talked for a while after I

I drove from his house and parked a couple of blocks down a side street where my car wouldn’t be recognized. I sat in the car, heart racing, for about 20 minutes. I knew that what he was planning was dangerous, but I couldn’t help it. I walked back to the house, sneaking around the