Stef's Hucks-Personal Narrative

William watched Tabitha climb out of the hot tub. He took in a long, full look at her ass. She stood at the edge of the hot tub, wringing water from her ponytail. Droplets of water trickled down over Tabitha’s chest and stomach. William watched Tabitha’s body steam in the frigid air, the night’s icy fingers tickled her body, tightening her flesh and firming her nipples. She walked around the side of the hot tub and sat down next to William, dipping her feet into the water. William felt the flesh of her thigh rub against his shoulder.

"Look at you, you weak bitch. On your knees, where you fucking, belong." He laughed, a cold, merciless sound that matched the expression on his face as he slapped her, almost tauntingly with his meat again, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh loud in the night air, and then forced her head back, and her body to arch with the impetus with which he jerked on her hair. His feet moved forward and he planted them either side of her shoulders. "That's right, you're going to do anything I want." She'd had more than ample opportunity to utter the safe-word he told himself, as the whip arced again, this time cracking six inches above her thigh, before the leather tails struck skin and curled around her thigh, and simultaneously the string of the corset was ripped, rather than pulled open, and Lila Ross's tits feel free. A large rough hand quickly grasped one in it's palm, and Tom stepped forward, swinging the whip again as he squeezed, and stepped forward; his raging and throbbing manhood at the woman's eyes level. "You don't want me to hurt you, then open your fucking mouth and beg for me to screw it, like your husband wouldn't

"How's that feel, slut. Going to cum for us again?" Simultaneously, as the man drove every inch of his shaft into the teen's virgin hole, Sophie Scott's legs were captured and spread by yet another stranger, who impaled her cunt with his meat. Beside her, the one whose meat she'd last sucked, stroked himself to release. His cum splattered her toned stomach, and gobs slid down her bronzed skin, as the men filling her holes alternately slammed themselves in and out of the co-ed's pussy and ass, roughly fucking her between them. Meanwhile, the remainder awaited their turn.

The pain hurried through her for just a moment before being replaced again by his caresses. It felt shocking good and was successful at making her listen to his next words. There was no hesitation as she nodded her head quickly, digging her nails in sheets a little as she restrained herself. There was always the natural urge to disobey, to take the control back but it went out like a light when the length of

“Show me your bear, Logan” she moaned into the tile. The steam of the shower coated her body with dew, and her body slid onto his cock easily. She pressed her body back, sending his cock deep into her pussy. She continued to press her body up and down his cock, hoping his patience would crack, and he would give her what she wanted. She turned her head to look at him, grabbing her breasts, pinching her nipples into pert mounds of sensitive nerves. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth before she gently sucked her finger into her mouth. She reached beneath her body and rubbed her clit as Logan began to pound into her pussy. She moaned his name into the shower, its echoes urging him harder and faster. He took a firm hold of the back of her neck, and continued his ravishing of her

“No, I understand, Father,” she assured him, looking down at the wood floors. After a few deep breaths she pulled her shirt up over her head, revealing her upper body to him, clad in only a bra now. She handed the shirt to him and put on the new shirt, a white long sleeve that was tight against her body. After a bit more hesitation she unbuttoned her jeans, slipping them down her hips to puddle on the floor. She was thin, showing the effecting of leaving in poverty for the past decade. Jeans were folded and place in Father’s Thorne’s hands, before she slipped into the sweat pants

He was sitting in a squeaky leather chair. He wanted to bounce or rock, but he hated the noise the chair made. Gilbert tugged at the strands of his hair, squeezing his eyes shut. The lights on the ceiling hurt his head. He could hear his father's voice in the hallway, along with Ludwig's small cries. White bits of hair tangled in his fingers. Gilbert's father was whispering to the nurse, gesturing to Gilbert, and keeping Ludwig from eating her hair.  Gilbert stared down the hallway, playing with his fingers as he listened.

Like her brother, Valerie’s breathes came out warm and heavy as she let the ecstasy of their mating work it’s way through her system. “I missed you,” Valerie explained, her brother’s warm breath gently brushing her ear. Valerie bit her lower lip as she felt her brother shift above her, pulling his erect shaft out of her stretched, sensitive neither lips, sending his pearly seed to join Valerie’s own sexual juices in the carpet.

The tip slid in easily, then the rest of the shaft with more effort. She sucked hard, the walls of her mouth clenching tightly around the pole as it elongated inside her. The erection poked her throat as the member stood proudly and instantly in reaction to her warmth and wetness, and it oozed salt and manliness the more she sucked. The delicate flesh near the head almost melted inside her mouth whenever her tongue swirled and twirled around it. Her top lips covered her teeth like a coat, while her bottom lips twisted as she sucked the shaft and felt its pulse. The base of her tongue found itself teasing the wattle whenever the cock stabbed her throat, and the tip of her tongue tickled the head whenever the dragon was retreating to the entrance. Within minutes her face was flushing red, her eyes were teary, and she was panting with a breath full of cock and

Samantha’s muscles rippled and then stiffened. Sweat beads dotted the length of her forehead, yet goosebumps sprinkled across her arms. She remained silent, her eyelids clasped together and her breathing shallow as she anticipated her father’s next move.

Late morning, the next day, Maighread and I rode off to another one of my many secret places, a shadier one, one having several pools of water, all connected. I made the lunch this time and we both brought blankets. However, her mother’s quilt, she left at home. Today, I didn’t even have to pretend that I didn’t know what she meant, had she asked if I come here to be alone and masturbate—I had already told her everything about me concerning my sexuality, my masturbation habits and all else. Everything, which, up until yesterday, I thought I would never tell anyone. Likewise, she had reciprocated in kind, telling me everything about her own inner thought life, her sexual practices and fantasies.

When Trent returned his erection had subsided. His plaid robe was closed with the belt tied in a loose knot in the front. “Would you like soda or tea to drink with you dinner dear” I asked Trent. “Umm, I think I’d like some sweet tea” he responded. “Mommy Lyric, I want sweet tea too” Tia chimed in. “Okay, but only a little bit because you had an accident last night.” “Yes ma’am” Tia replied, as she settled herself in the chair at the table. After I poured the drinks and fixed our plates, we sat down to

I felt a shift in position. aAt last it was time to go. I could only hear more yelling and screaming. Once it was all over I made my way back to my room to go rest. When I walked in the door, I was greeted by Otis, he waddled over to me and gave me lots of kisses, it melted my heart. Some days I wish it were just me and Otis. Even though Otis can't speak he’s always there for me even when nobody else is. Daddy is always concerned about money and how he has to be at the top of his game. Amelia doesn't care about me and always wanders off on her own. Ever since Mama’s moved to New York, she hasn't been their ether. I don't know what I would do if it wasn't for Ottis my four legged friend.

His cock begins to spurt then spasm uncontrollably. The librarian smiles and bites her lip. He can feel her pussy throbbing and squeezing his shaft rhythmically, the librarian’s body tenses, her fingernails cut deeply into the flesh of the man’s chest.

"I'm not feeling too good, I've gotta go... lay down. Sorry bye." And he was gone. Just like that. Lance darted down the hall, trying to get to his room so he could touch himself already, the pleasure close to unbearable. His pants had never felt that tight before. Unfortunately, he didn't make it. Even though the pleasure was overwhelmingly intense, it got better, faster, harder. His knees buckled and his eye filled