Lil' Suzi

ALL THE WAY DOWN TO HIS BOOTS IN FILTH, ARTHUR J. ROCK, OUR FEARFUL ACE REPORTER, PEERS OUT IN WEEKLY SEGMENTS, THROUGH A TOUGHENED MIRRORED WINDOW, AND TELLS US WHAT EXACTLY IT IS HE THINKS IS GOING UP . . . [strange man] . . . [All characters described are over the age of 18] #5 Though, strictly speaking, nothing to do with pornography, I believe the following may be instructional. Sometime in the near past—perhaps a week or two ago, perhaps a few years; I'm no longer sure about anything these days—I was wandering through the deathly centre of my repellent hometown, pondering in my usual moribund way the strange meaning of a conjunction of litter-bins situated in a hexagonal arrangement at the entrance to our so-called shopping arcade, when out of said arcade, without the slightest warning, their suddenly appeared a rather impressive woman with whom I had once considered conducting relations—the reason I never progressed beyond the considering stage being a nasty piece of busin...

The exciting Summer was coming to an end for Max and Linda. After a sexually adventurous break from school, they didn't have much time before starting college. Max no longer felt the shame he once experienced from the sexual favors. He started meeting with Linda routinely so she could make him cum. Though he was getting quite comfortable with their secret meetups, he remained unconvinced about moving to intercourse. Ever since Max originally rejected Linda, she embraced the challenge. Linda started boosting Max's ego, knowing it would help her get what she wanted. She loved the thrill of making her shy neighbor cum. However, she still had her mind set on convincing him to have sex with her. Unfortunately for Max, Linda's calculated plan was working on him. He now enjoyed the sexual acts he was once so averse to. He loved the blow jobs and hand jobs so much he wondered how good it would feel to fully experience Linda's pussy. In his mind, Linda was respectful of his wi...

Count. Breathe. These are his words. Words which I so desperately want to follow. His hand, warm, firm on my soft belly. I hear the tick tick of the kitchen timer and sometimes, his voice telling to count, to breathe, to settle my soul. I asked for this challenge - well, not this PARTICULAR challenge, but I asked to BE challenged. This was His design. My nipples are ridiculously sensitive and so He chose a true challenge. Clothespins. For fifteen minutes. Fifteen. Full. Minutes. Naturally, I could put a stop to this with just one word, but then how much worth would this challenge have? I WANT this challenge. More, I NEED it! I must keep my eyes closed. I must not move. I must not speak (except, of course, for a safeword!) I must not moan. I must embrace the sensation, breath through the pain to find the pleasure. Once, this was easy for me. Since we have been apart for almost a year, though - thank you Covid! I'm dreadfully out of practice! I must breathe only through my nose - m...

Chapter 22 - The Nude Basketball Video Series Coach Strickland came up with an idea that she calculated would help the careers of both Jenny and Evelyn. Why not make a series of instructional videos for basketball featuring two naked players? It was sure to be extremely popular, be an excellent fund-raiser, and increase the public exposure of the star player and the model. It would also help to promote the naked-in-school program around the US. Nancy and the college recruiter thought a video series was an excellent idea. The two students, because of their contracts, had no say in the matter. They would be expected to do their best as presenters and instructors. They both knew, if they did not show enthusiasm for the project, they'd be disciplined. Jenny's contract actually had a discipline clause, and Strickland was officially Evelyn's guardian. The filming of the video series took place in the middle-school gym on Sundays. The university sent over a camera crew from the ...

Oh my God, it was like I took part in some freakish out-of-body experience: Megan's reaction to taking all of me into her was so energetic I lost track of time and place completely. I am still rock hard inside her as she whimpers and tries to regain her composure after waves of pleasure has drained all energy out of her. Her body now settled, she is straddling me on her knees, moaning quietly as she starts to glide back and forth on my cock, slick with her cum. She continues to kiss my face as she enjoys the full length of my rod, her long nipples brushing me lightly as her chest floats above me with her movement. Still kneeling behind my head, you are playing with her curly hair, as she looks up at you and repeat: "Sophie, he hasn't come yet!" Perched on the bulbous head of my cock in that moment, she reaches up above my face to kiss you. The nipples protruding from her small breasts are too tempting, I reach my head up, suck one into my mouth and bite. She yelps a...

Dr. Nathan Phillips had mostly recovered from yesterday's events. Mostly. He was still feeling a little groggy and a little forgetful. He hoped the effects were temporary for himself, while at the same time secretly hoping for the opposite for his test subject Anna Jensen. Anna was the first human to trial his new anti-anxiety medication. It worked wonders for her anxiety. That was the good news. The bad? It worked other sorts of wonders on her brain: making her extremely suggestible, forgetful, and horny. Moreover, it seemed to bring out some "bimbo-like" behaviors, affecting her speech patterns, and possibly even her cognitive abilities. And there was another change, a physical one. Or rather, two. Her breasts had grown considerably after two treatments. And they even started producing milk. Phillips ingested this milk yesterday after things got out of hand (and into mouth) between them. He suspected that the milk she produced also had substantial amounts of the drug ...

So there I was, sitting next to the secretive Carmen Sandiego. I nearly just died while I thought I was on an opera lighting job. One thing led to another and I was saving an entire city. "Are we the good guys?" There was a short pause, then she spoke. "Yes, we are the good guys." I sure hoped so. I turned back and looked off into the distance. The last day or so had been something I would have only seen in an action movie. Climbing high towers, defusing EMP bombs, even possibly meeting the love of my life. I liked Carmen from the moment I saw her backstage in Sydney. But after we jumped off of that tower, my life was literally in her arms. Something clicked. I sat with my legs crossed, thinking about what had transpired over the last day or so. If she hadn't pulled me into all of that, I might not have fallen whole-heartily in love with her. I looked at those long Latina legs. Then I looked back at her face. She turned her head to look at me. I Instinctively ...