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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. I remember, don't worry, how could I ever forget It's the first time, the last time we ever met… the hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows It's no stranger to you and me (Phil Collins – In the Air Tonight) Moran’s heart was racing, both because the remnants of a spoiled orgasm ravaged her body, and because she was seconds from having her weekend leave revoked. She let out an involuntary soft moan as her body finished unloading, the drain fighting for its life to deal with her thick outpour. Mor blinked a couple of times, it took her a moment to understand what she was looking at. She made a step towards Moran, still keeping a meter between them. The commander au

Holly lived in a skyscraper on the edge of the central city. Holly and Maria walked silently for an hour before arriving at the lobby. As they walked in Holly called an elevator. “Taking a refreshing walk outside was nice and all, but I don’t think either of us is eager to climb forty floors on foot, right? Holly said as they waited. “Are you sure the elevator can handle you?” Maria sounded concerned, “I mean, remember what you did to Anna’s car?” “Don’t worry,” Holly tried to calm Maria, “The car couldn’t hold me because I was really full… Besides, this elevator was designed to carry heavy loads. It’s labeled for 3 tons so it should be okay.” Maria didn’t know how to react to what Holly said. It seemed like every time Maria thought she understood Holly’s miraculous body, the futa pulled a new trick out of her hat. A ding brought her back as the metal doors opened to let the two inside. True to Holly’s word the elevator cooperative and st

Holly walked out of Ashley’s house and hung a left down the street. She loved the feeling of cool air on her bare skin. Sirens still sounded in the distance while she walked to the bus station. On her way there, she noticed the street was mostly empty. Every now and then she noticed some random person running in the direction she just came from while screaming in fear. “What’s wrong with people here? It seemed like such a nice neighborhood when I just got here...” She said as she reached the bus station and sat down. Her balls crushed into the concrete under her feet, they felt full again. “Ashley was such a disappointment, she seemed so promising. I expected so much more out of her…” While Holly sat and waited patiently for the bus she kept seeing people rushing past her. She waited five minutes, then ten, then fifteen minutes, but no bus came. While she waited, Holly’s body calmed down enough to let her put on her green dress. “What the hell is wrong with this

“Come here, Toy,” his voice commanded. He rested on the purple bed, stark naked. His rugged hand pointing to the side of the bed “Yes, Owner,” a soft voice answered from across the room. A young woman appeared in the doorway, her long hair, tied in a tight ponytail, had an ebony shine to it. She too was naked, her lightly tan skin exposed for all to see. Luna took a few unsure steps, gyrating her voluptuous hips with each stride. She reached the bedside and kneeled on the cold floor before her owner in complete silence. “Do you remember your safeword, Luna?” He asked, ensuring their limits were in place for what’s to come. “Yes, Owner,” Luna confirmed, “yellow means slow down, red means stop.” “Good, Toy, you may join me on the bed,” he offered a small reward for her behavior. She did as told, still keeping to her hand and knees. The soft mattress was much better on her knees and she was glad her owner was kind enough to let her use the bed

The Internet is for Porn – Remastered "Phew, finally done!" Sam exclaimed. She worked on her homework all morning and now, as the sun was setting she was free to seek her favorite Sunday past time: exploring the internet. Sam closed her books and went to the window, she pulled the curtains close, the room was lit with the crimson sunset, but she had her privacy. She sat back at her desk, turned on the PC and waited for Windows to load. Sam might come off as the geeky girl, but she was anything but. The 18 years old bombshell had a slim figure which contrasted with her ample breasts. Last she checked they were a G cup, but Sam read somewhere on the net that puberty can last until 21 or even 22, so growing wasn't out of the question. If she wanted she could have been the queen of the class in a jiffy, yet she was shy beyond belief. Sunday was her day, her parents went out and will come back only tomorrow night. It was almost a regular ritual for Sam, she opened the browser, put

"Nice place." Araby complimented. "Thank you," Nola said. "Please, make yourself at home. Can I get you a drink?" "Yes, a soda would be nice," Araby commented as she sank into the comfortable armchair in the living room. "Sure thing," Nola said and walked into the kitchen. She grabbed a glass and filled it with soda. Placing the glass on the table, she sat on the sofa opposite Araby. "So, let's get this out of the way first," Araby said in a clear, confident voice. "I can't hear any better than you with these ears." She gestured at her long, pointed elf ears. Nola giggled at the elf's words. Araby was a pretty little thing, she was as cute as candy. Her blond hair falling around her lightly tanned soft neck, her body slim and tender. Nola guessed she was at her very late teens bordering on twenty as she sneaked a peek at her large rack. "It's OK," Araby said as she caught Nola gawking at her chest. "Humans find it hard to ignore them. Best to take a few moments to

Chapter 1 - A petrifying Prologue My name is Gina Gilson. It is my singular duty to decipher and record the sad, unlucky story of Ellen Hall. I am sorry to disappoint but there is no entertainment to be found in this chronicle. Her story is one containing many horrible turns and traumatic events, as such, I recommend you stop reading it now, spend your time finding a happier story to enjoy. Ellen Hall's calamitous endeavors do not begin at her birth, quite the opposite, she had a rather delightful childhood filled with loving, caring parents. They don't begin at the age of 15 when her parents passed away, leaving her their house, money and a hole in her heart that her girlfriend filled with time. No, after many years trying to pinpoint the beginning of our story I can tell you it all began many years ago. It was a sunny day when Ellen decided to spend it at the beach. Ellen was an eighteen-year-old woman at the point in time with a high lifestyle, she's an intelligent person, we

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Sweet child in time You’ll see the line The line that’s drawn between Good and bad (Deep Purple – Child in Time) “Please, promise me you’ll stay safe,” the older woman hugged her daughter tightly as tears filled her eyes. “Don’t worry mom, I promise,” the brown-haired girl returned the hug and found comfort in its warmth. “We’ll wait for your phone calls, honey,” Her father said as the two women broke the embrace, “I know you might not be able to call every day, but please try and find the time to make sure your mom and dad don’t die from worrying for you.” “I promise dad,” the young girl rolled her hazel eyes and sighed, “you know I’m only

A Hard Day’s Night Chapter 1 "Bouenos dias world," Paola said as she yawned. She slept well, almost no disturbances. feeling refreshed and ready for another day of lectures on her favorite subject, sociology, she reached her hand to remove her blanket but couldn't find it, feeling only her smooth, naked body. She looked down and spotted the blanket, it was jammed between her huge cock and gigantic nutsack, and it was wet... Paola lifted her upper body off the bed and sat upright, supporting her back with her left hand while the right hand started pulling the poor, abused blanket out from between the folds of her skin. This was probably the reason why she slept so well, some of her precum must have escaped while she was sleeping and her erections came and went many times, leaving the cloth lodged where she found it. Once the blanket was out, Paola tossed it across the room. This was not the first time something like this happened, she was a prolific girl and her monstrous co

Kate took a sip of coffee, the mug was almost empty, she could taste the grains of coffee that sunk to the bottom. Kate turned her head to look at her phone, it displayed a text from Gwen which read, "Sorry, had to visit my doctor and it took forever, on my way." Kate knew Gwen for years and this was nothing like her. First of all, Kate was never late, the girl was a living, breathing, atomic clock. Secondly, the doctor? She was as healthy as a mere as far as Kate knew. Kate signaled the waiter for another cup of coffee. Just as Kate's coffee arrived so did Gwen, the girl looked her regular self: jet black long, flowing hair, framing a pair of deep blue eyes and a delicate mouth. Kate loved, and even envied, Gwen's athletic body. The girl was fit, and her skin was a pale gold complexion to it. She always had a great fashion taste and this day was no different, her pink dress clang to her curves and supported her ample breasts, displaying the orbs for all to see. But one thing was di

All characters portrayed in the story are 18 years old or older. ***** The Talk ***** "Really Zoe? Like really?" Jessica said as she took a sit in her clean, white kitchen, "haven't we talk about this before?" She was clearly mad at the teen that sat across the table from her. Zoe had long, shiny, flowing red hair that cascaded down her back, reaching her ass. She seemed detached from the world around, her blue eyes transfixed on the wall above her mother. "I didn't mean for that to happen," Zoe protested, "It was just some fun and games, really." Her slim body was shaking with frustration. "Just fun and games?!" Jessica asked, Zoe knew better and didn't answer, "how is ruining a classroom fun and games? I can't believe I am sheltering a vandal in my house." "oh, come on mom!" Zoe said, "I am not a vandal, it was just an accident." "An accident? Really?" Jessica appeared lost in thought for a moment as silence filled the room, she collected her blonde hair into a po

“Thank you for the Screwdriver, Ashley,” Holly said, her voice pleasant on the ear. She shifted around in her chair until she found a position that supported her neck. In her ivory arm was a highball glass containing an orange tincture. She sipped a little with her ruby lips and sent a seductive smile to her hostess. “You’re quite welcome Holly, it’s an honor having you here,” Ashley smiled back. She was in her thirties, the tan complexion of her skin was covered by a salmon pink dress that complimented her brown eyes and the long ebony hair that cascaded along her back. She examined the young lady that sat before her. She believed Holly was no older than twenty, with fiery red hair and baby blue eyes. Her figure was thin but not skinny, Ashley thought it was just right. “I just moved here a few days ago,” Holly sounded excited. “Wow, really?” Ashley joined the excitement, Holly giggled, “Fresh off the bus, ha? And Titania of all places in the world.�

Her lover’s breath carried the smell of peach, a soft and sweet taste. It felt like the two knew each other since the day they were born. And now, after a week of abstaining, the time has come. Her naked body was warm, almost burning, as the soft hand hovered on her pale skin. Even though the isolation started 10 years ago, Lisa never went outside. She missed the sun and the blue sky, and the fresh air… She didn’t miss the chance to become infected, to die in the great, abandoned wilderness. Her lover was all she needed, her sun and blue sky and fresh air, and so much more. Lisa was lucky, her lover was the perfect fit for her… Her lover knew how to press all her buttons. The delicate hand knew its job perfectly, it climbed up Lisa’s body, up her abdomen, circling cheerfully around her left breast. It climbed the small hill and pinched her nipple, a puffy, eager, pink mound that electrified Lisa’s core. Another hand joined the fun, pinching Lisa’s other breast, forcing