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Our liberating holiday – Part 4

The following morning we showered briefly, pressing on with a quick breakfast keen not to waste the precious time left. We drove to our ‘special’ beach, parked up and walked into the dunes. We were disappointed to find no Sarah and John in their usual spot, instead two ladies, a little older than us, both naked, one lay on her back with her knee bent upwards the other on her side her head propped up on her hand, her other hand in between her friend’s legs stroking her pussy. Neither lady seemed inclined to stop what they were doing as we passed by, merely saying a ‘hello’. Alice and I ventured over the next dune to find our previous spot unoccupied, so we set about placing our towels on the sunbeds. Alice and I discussed …

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A BLACK MAN WHILE ON HOLIDAY

“My name is Rudi. I am a black African from a former French colony. I had a black mother and a French father so I have many French aspects to me. Especially the French penchant for kinky sex. I have lived in Switzerland for many years. I am at your disposal if you so desire. I am better than Mike at many things,” he ventured arrogantly. Or was he teasing us? Without even asking Bobbi looked at me for tacit approval, gave him our room number and said, “Two-thirty, and don’t be late.”  “This man promises to be even better and more exciting than Mike,” Bobbi told me. “What sort of greeting should we provide for him? The thought of having two men at once twice within a week excites me. Very much. How about …

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The Island, Chapter 17

Chapter 17 After a brief post-coital swim across the crater lake, holding our clothes out of the water, we came ashore at the headwaters of the main stream on the island. We climbed out onto a small, stony beach, redressed, and continued our hike. Following the creek out of the crater through another break in the rocky wall, we began descending the northwest side of the mountain, following the water as it cascaded down the side of the old volcano. As Stu scouted a way down during a particularly steep section, we heard him cry out in surprise. Rounding the rocks, we found him peering into a small crevasse. “Hey guys, check it out!” he called to us. “There’s a goat in here. I think it’s hurt.” We crowded around, and sure enough, a nanny …

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My Dear Sweet Slave: Chapter 7

Tell me what you think! I’m a shameless whore for comments! Chapter Seven Isaac slowly woke up, VERY slowly, pretty much tectonic-plates-slowly. His body was not so much heavy as just incredibly numb, his eyelids felt like they had been separated from all nerve endings and muscles. The right side of his gut was sore, but everything else… just felt so fantastic. Isaac had woken up from anesthesia before, once when he had broken his arm while working and needed a titanium brace bolted to the bones. He remembered waking up being one of the best experiences in his life, almost as good as sex. “Mr. Helton, can you hear me?” a woman’s voice asked, most likely the nurse that that toned down his morphine to wake him up. Isaac hummed in reply, that was …

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The Dogs That Started It All

I knew about sex since I was about 13 but I only started experimenting when I was about 15, I’m 26 now. When I was 15 I began to “do a little research” I guess you could call it… I watched porn. I saw rather sexy woman get fucked rough and hard by men with huge dicks. I also watched as women played with their sexy little pussies and cum all over the place. Needless to say, I began to masturbate. But, this story isn’t about all that. That was just a little background information. This story is about my dogs Buddy and Rocky. Buddy: When I was still “researching” sex when I was about 16, I came across quite a few bestiality sites with 30 second to one minute clips with women being fucked …

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My History Teacher 8

“Kelly, I have to leave.” I insist as Kelly’s lips run over my neck and the bulge in her pants grinds against my ass. Kelly smiles against my skin and flicks her tongue teasingly over my earlobe. I whimper and close my eyes for some semblance of control. I was supposed to be leaving for my morning classes at Stanford right now which no one should miss. Especially if you’re trying to be an attorney. But Kelly had surprised me with a whole night of hot, hot loving and then this morning. Seems she’s not satiable these days. We had moved out here last year once I got into Stanford and she gave me a promise ring. She got a new job at the local high school and sold her parent’s house to buy our …

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Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Fanfic Chapter 10 – Closing – The Choice

Master Splinter and I sit alone in the dojo. His demeanor is more serious than usual, he doesn’t have the air of Sensei today, something else is going on. My heart is pounding, my mouth is dry, I have no idea what he’s going to tell me, get the fuck out of here Aimee? You’re no longer welcome. I know you’re banging my sons you whore. It takes every bit of inner strength to stay quiet and continue to look him in the eyes. It is like being back in school and being called into the principal’s office because I am in major trouble or being called into the boss’s office to be fired. My palms are sweating, my stomach in knots, my mind running in a million directions wondering, what is he going to …

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SEX WITH AN AUDIENCE

“Too many to recall, though there can only be one ultimate,” I replied. “Perhaps my ultimate sexual experience is still yet to happen. A wonderful thought.” “It’s a wonderful thought if I am to be involved.” “Tell me about your ultimate sexual experience thus far?” “Perhaps standing naked, with my back to the wall, with a roaring erection while we were passionately tongue kissing, while one of your girlfriends was giving me a blow job as her man watched, agitated and obviously turned on by the size of my thick nine-inch erection. She was edging me as I fought to hold back a tremendous orgasm before she swallowed. Do you remember that?” “I do. However, perhaps my ultimate sexual experience would have to be the first time you organized two much younger men for me. …

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The Yoni Flower (Plants of Pleasure Chapters 3-5)

Chapter 3 – A Flower Stuck Inside Me Saturday The vaginal tingling sort of feels like what I’d imagine it’d be like having a pussy filled with warm vinegar and baking soda–like that and sort of what it feels like when your foot falls asleep, but not as painful and uncomfortable. The sweet torture of pleasant internal fizzing makes me involuntarily Kegel around the plant’s phallus as I’m sitting up. When I see that the coating of yellowish sap between the base of the spadix and the beginning of the petals has become a crystalized glaze, I curl my pointer and thumb around the bit of phallus protruding from my cunt and try pulling it out of me once more. Even though I have a much better grip and my hand doesn’t slip off, the …

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Banging and Bliss

I find myself waiting at the plaza for Chris, my hair up in a messy bun, tied up in a bandana, trying to distract myself. I light a cigarette, placing it between my red lips and inhaling the smoke. My headphones are blaring in my ears, and I mutter along with the song, closing my eyes and relishing in the feelings of control that pulsate through my lungs before I exhale the cloud of smoke and grin. I continue smoking, leaning my head back and losing myself in the music, and suddenly there he is, my current infatuation, making my heart jump and that warm area between my legs get hotter. “What’s cookin’?” he says, poking me in the side. I grin and shrug, taking out my headphones and putting the iPod in my backpack. …

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First Impressions

The ad seemed simple enough. “Help wanted. Full-time work in a professional atmosphere. Duties include but are not limited to…” All that corporate jazz. I wasn’t in love with the work life, but my mom sure wanted me out of the house and working again, so I wore my best suit ready and made an appointment. I wasn’t really thrilled with the suit. I was more of a dress girl myself, but hey, ‘dress for the job you want.’ And I wanted the job. Living rent-free with my mom sounded great in theory, but the lack of freedom was… restricting. She cooked the meals for the two of us, which was definitely kind, but… I kind of missed having autonomy over my own meals. If I skipped a meal, like a good mom, she’d ask …

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Going Nova ch. 12: Back to School

The next day, Brie awoke. She groaned to herself, realizing that it was Monday; a new week, and a new day of classes. She tossed around in bed as she attempted to sleep through multiple hits of the snooze button. There under her blanket, the miserable girl resigned to block out the world for as long as she could. Suddenly the overhead light flicked on. Her dad was at it again. “Time to get up, kiddo,” he said with his usual morning cheeriness. Brie moaned and ducked her head under the cover to escape the cruel glare of the overhead light. As she breathed in, she was hit with the smell of sex permeating her sheets, and her night came flooding back to her. Had it really happened? she wondered. Did I really have sex …

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The Bestiality Cop

Prologue For as long as I can remember, I have had two passions. Law enforcement and animals. My dream of becoming a cop spawned from my mother. Though she died when I was but a child, my father often spoke of her bravery. She was the kind of cop everyone looked up to. The kind of cop that couldn’t be bought, no matter the price. The kind of cop all other cops aspired to become. My love of animals was inborn. I love almost all animals equally, no matter their cuteness. Still, I must admit dogs stand among my favorites. There is just something about the way their tails wag when they see you that gets to me. Perhaps it’s because they are unable to hide their emotions. If they like you, they wag their …

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The Pussy Train II

Each week I’d get on the Pussy Train hoping so much to see Amy again. 6 weeks went by and still no Amy. Don’t get me wrong, I was having the time of my life each and every week, but I really wanted to see Amy. We seemed to make a certain connection that I can’t put into words. There was just a connection. Then it happened. It was October 17th and it was raining hard. Robin and I were waiting for the train and we were soaked. The train stopped at precisely 10:00 and we got on. It was tough getting our wet clothes off, but we made the 30 second deadline. After we were naked (by this time, I had no problem seeing my best friend naked and attentive – if you catch …

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The Pussy Train IV

I woke up at 10:30 and immediately checked my phone. No messages. I got up and made myself breakfast. After I cleaned up my phone rang. I excitedly ran to answer it and when I picked it up, the called ID said ‘Robin’. I was disappointed, but answered it. “Dude.” “Hey Will. Did you find Amy last night?” “Yeah, man. And Elly was there, too.” Robin said nothing for a few seconds. “You’re shittin’ me.” “No, seriously. She was there.” “Okay, I hope you’re comfy ‘cuz you’re giving me all the gories.” For the next five minutes I recalled the night in vivid detail to my best friend. “I can’t believe how lucky you are, man. This is the kind of thing EVERY guy fantasizes about. I honestly never thought this happened to anybody. Guess …

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The Pussy Train

I’m an attractive man in my upper 30’s. I live in a quiet mid-west city of about 15,000. It feels like the kind of place where everyone knew everybody else. There’s very little crime and what crime there is is minor. I teach calculus to advanced 11th and 12th graders at the local high school. I have a number of close friends; the kind of friends I can confide in about anything. I love my life. I have one particularly close friend named Robin. We’ve known each other for more than 15 years and we know everything about each other. I helped him after his divorce and he did the same for me after mine. Lately, though, Robin’s been acting a little strange. Finally one day I corner him about it one day. “You’ve been …

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Good meets Evil at the nightclub

Emma, a 25 year old young professional and relatively new in town, headed out with her work colleagues on their first social night out. After several bars, she was surprised how drunk some of her more senior colleagues had become, but felt she needed to keep up to make a good impression. As the night wore on, she had it in her mind that after one more bar, she would head home. They entered a nightclub recommended by some members of the group who had already left. Emma and Angeling stood at the bar as a group of men circled around them, all mid-30s with short-cut hair, some well built and others average, jeans and crew-cut, tight T-shirts. The leader of the lads leaned into Emma: “’Scuse me love, but you better leave right now, …

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TOTAL SEXUAL ENGAGEMENT

In due course my man realized some of the men wanted to have him as well. An extra buzz watching another man giving my man a blow job. Even more exciting if I was blowing that man at the same time. As time progressed, to be fair to each other we would have another woman while the other watched. My man is good at sourcing younger bi-sex men from his gym for our mutual pleasure. I have a wide range of bi-sex women friends I can source. Most often the women are our age, even older. We have both learnt older, experienced woman are more exciting sexual partners. We both insisted our third person must be physically attractive with a good body and be able to articulate their pleasure while having sex. Both of us …

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The Island Inhabitants

The Island Inhabitants November 2010 The small independent island nation was at the end of a long chain of Pacific archipelago islands more than 40 miles from it’s nearest island neighbor, 154 square miles in size, large and protected shallow clear blue lagoons surrounding the island with white sugar sand beaches, many isolated coves with similar beaches and a very small stable population of less than 450 natives. Only one very bored part-time policeman and a government of 15 people ran the entire island nation. The island bore a strong resemblance to the mythical island of Bali Ha’i of the Rodgers and Hammerstein musical South Pacific. Bali Ha’i was based on the real island of Ambae. Transportation to the island was weekly floatplane flights and a weekly ferry from the nearest island 40 miles away, …

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JULIE’S FOUR WAY.

“Tell me more, I am intrigued.” Minutes later I am more than intrigued and ask Ros to make it happen after she told me, “Let’s stretch the boundaries, a foursome, Carla for your man and me for you.” I had recently watched Ros blowing my man while I had two men pleasuring me, though she had never even laid a finger on me, so the thought of her providing sexual pleasure for me has great appeal. And perhaps me pleasuring her in return. My man and I have never seen her naked, something I am looking forward to. I am Julie, I am blessed with a high sex drive. My man Charles and I are in our early forties, we are both bisexual and we enjoy an open relationship with an extra man or woman …

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