Her body's power began to take him away, as he pummeled with a force he hadn't used before, with anyone. And the approaching peak seemed to swell up to them, attracting, inviting, waiting, rather than exploding. He thought, toward the end, he could feel every muscle, every tendon, every luscious part of her, twisting and turning with him. They were sighing to each other, hands moving constantly, seeming to seek the depths of their sleek, glistening, bodies.She finished first, grunting out "Aaaah, cummmmmmm" as he felt her pussy squeezing him wildly, with pulsing vigor as juice seemed to almost flow around his tool moving inside her. The mental and physical pressure got him off seconds later, and he arched his head back while the tingling gave way to orgasmic spurts of spunk. But even after his spasming cock emptied, he kept easier movements, luxuriating in her own ecstacy. She seemed to climax for minutes, moving her head back and forth, groaning. It wasn't the thrill of the taking,
Brad, her father, must have been the oldest. Both women deferred to him. But he was a smiling, gracious guest, with compliments for everyone, getting drinks for his women, carefully complimenting his daughter on her preparations. Each of them was a center of attention. So Rosita, Daphne and Lance stood talking with Serena.Rosita was a tall, slim woman who looked like a mexican beauty queen. She was wearing a completely transparent, full length, form fitting dress that permitted no more than six inch steps. She had whispered to him at the door "I won't have it on long anyway, Lance. You'll spend some time with me tonight, won't you?" He had just grinned.After all the humans had eaten well, and were buzzed with booze, Serena pulled he and Rosita into the middle of the patio, while everyone looked on. She undressed them both, making it sensuously teasing. He was floating in that wonderful anticipatory haze she created, as Rosita lay on her back, legs spread, staring at him as he ate he
As Ruth walked to her next class, down the gap between Wilkinson Hall and Edison Labs, there was a commotion behind her in the quad: people running, a siren, an ambulance. She decided she didn't have time to go back and see what it was about.After class, someone who was waiting for Thermo 314 said, "You wouldn't believe what happened in the quad, less than a hour ago. Some female student was walking stark naked through the quad. Not a stitch on. Of course, a bunch of guys started whooping and yelling and pointing, and that poor girl looked like she'd die of shame, trying to cover herself with her books. And then she dropped her books. Oh, the look on her face. She curled up in a ball and just waited for them to come and get her. They took her away in an ambulance, probably to the psycho ward." Ruth shuddered. She knew how the naked girl must have felt.Tuesday night, it was scarier. Ruth dreamt that she -- well it wasn't really Ruth -- it was a nurse, and Ruth was a student, not a nu
The young man lay unconscious on the ground. She rolled him onto his back and undid his belt, unzipped his fly. She tried to get his trousers off by pulling at the waist, but he was dead weight in them. Finally she took off his shoes and pulled his trouser legs, one at a time with both hands, until she had them off. His Jockey shorts came off, too. For the first time in her life, Ruth knew what it felt like to handle a man's genitals. She hefted his scrotum, like a little purse with the family jewels. She picked up his flaccid penis, so much dead meat, harder than bread dough, softer than a Polish sausage. Suddenly there was a knife in her hand, a serrated bread knife. She was pulling on his penis with her left hand while she sawed through it with the knife in her right hand. There was a strange smell there in the dark, blood, she supposed.Serves the bastard right. He won't use that to rape again. She laid the severed meat on the man's belly and addressed his scrotum. The bread knife
Ruth had brought a pizza home, and she pigged out, studying for a chemistry exam Friday morning. Finally, when she had actually memorized the last chapter, she glanced up at the clock and realized she had to get some sleep. No point going into an exam groggy. She brushed her teeth, used the bathroom, and crawled into bed. It seemed to her that she was instantly asleep.Then the dreams began, wild dreams! She dreamt she was a freshman student, in Gibson dorm, and her roommate had left to go home for the weekend. The roommate lived in Cleveland. Ruth didn't know how she knew that. She dreamt that she put tape over the automatic lock on the east fire exit so her boyfriend could sneak in and come to her room. She pushed her room door closed and made sure it was locked. He put his arms around her. They kissed. He pulled her tightly against him, so she could feel his manly, athletic body pressed against hers. She felt his hands slide down to grasp her buttocks, and felt a little tingle as h
It was nearly midnight when the Friday night crush was over, and it was spooky, standing by the bus stop. Ruth shivered a little, standing there in her light waitress uniform. There was a big, bright full moon. She felt conspicuous and vulnerable. It would have been more sensible to change into my jeans, she thought. She could imagine a car full of men stopping and kidnapping her.Finally, her bus came into sight, groaned and sneezed to a stop, and she got on, got into the warm security of the dark steel box with the familiar smells, body odor, diesel fumes, stale perfume, and she could see a few familiar forms of passengers stolid in their seats. In the anonymity of the dark bus, humming slowly through the darkened streets, she finally felt more secure. No one was staring at her. No one was threatening her.When Ruth got home, Mrs. Pronko had left the newspaper by her door. The headline read, "Student Found Dead." Ruth hurried inside, locked the door, and read all about it. A student
I'm going to fix that little bitch! Monique thought to herself. She sat at her desk soldering a circuit board. She was the perfect picture of a beautiful athletic African goddess and she looked very pissed.Monique had endured all the other insults Laura Leigh had heaped on her, but when she watched Laura flirt with her boyfriend last night, that was the last straw! It really pissed her off, because she knew that Laura didn't even like black guys, she just did it to spite her.So as the bitch happened to be her dorm mate, Monique was in the perfect position to make the prim and proper Barbie-looking slut pay.Monique snapped a cover on the device she was working on and then lay down on her back and slid under Laura's bed to secure it with some electrical tape.She had waited patiently for the ice princess to fuck up so she could use it against her, but Laura appeared invulnerable. 'Well maybe little Laura just needs a nudge in the right direction.' Monique thought. She wondered if her
The moon shows its soft light on the world as I walk the streets. I listen to your voice as you call out to your friends who are leaving your party to return to their homes. The light of the full moon catches your face and I see its beauty from down below. I slip into the shadows as your guests pass. You watch them go before turn to return to your room closing the door to the balcony that you were just using. You turn up the lamps in the room and pull the drapes closed, but I can still see the shadow of you. In the flash of a thought I stand outside your window looking through the crack of the drapes.I watch as you change from your party dress to your night gown. I can hear your heartbeat and breathing slow as you slip into restful sleep. I reach out with a gentle mental touch probing your mind to make sure your sleep is deep enough for my purposes. Satisfied I decide to enjoy myself. Your hand has the sudden urge to rub your womanhood as the hem of your gown rides up your legs expos
As the class ended Laura made sure she was the last person to leave, because she was afraid there would be a wet spot on the back of her pink miniskirt. Thinking quickly, Laura loosened the straps on her book bag, so it would cover her ass, just in case. Then she hurried to the ladies restroom. However, with every step after being loosened, Laura's book bag kept lightly slapping her pert ass.Between the book bag spanking her ass and the panties massaging her sex, Laura worried she wouldn't make it to the restroom before collapsing in a climax. The poor girl wondered if anyone around her suspected that she was dripping wet or even worse, could they know that she was going to do something she had never done before... masturbate in a public place. Luckily, she made it inside the ladies room without cumming and rushed into the first stall she came to. The lock on the door was broken, but it stayed put when it was closed.Laura reached underneath her skirt and rolled the tight panties dow
Over and over Laura's brain repeated, 'This is WRONG... This is WRONG. Oh God! I can't be doing this.'But her body was burning from the sensations of lust, so desperate for release from her pent-up frustrations. It felt so RIGHT as she stuck one finger, then two up her already soaked sex. Her sight and smell totally overwhelmed, as her senses were immersed in Monique's soiled panties. Her face planted firmly in crumpled shorts, back arched gracefully, toned thighs spread wide, and her young tightly rounded ass high in the air. She reached underneath her body and tormented her swollen clit."Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh fuck my pussy." The blonde cried as she drove one finger and then two deeply in her cunt from behind."Oh Oh ohhhhh -- eeeeoooooowwwwww!!!" Her cries echoed off the cinder-block walls as she came. Several students passing underneath the girl's dorm looked toward the commotion and wondered enviously which young co-ed was getting her brains fucked out."Ahhh... Cumming?!!" Laura,
I'm going to fix that little bitch! Monique thought to herself. She sat at her desk soldering a circuit board. She was the perfect picture of a beautiful athletic African goddess and she looked very pissed.Monique had endured all the other insults Laura Leigh had heaped on her, but when she watched Laura flirt with her boyfriend last night, that was the last straw! It really pissed her off, because she knew that Laura didn't even like black guys, she just did it to spite her.So as the bitch happened to be her dorm mate, Monique was in the perfect position to make the prim and proper Barbie-looking slut pay.Monique snapped a cover on the device she was working on and then lay down on her back and slid under Laura's bed to secure it with some electrical tape.She had waited patiently for the ice princess to fuck up so she could use it against her, but Laura appeared invulnerable. 'Well maybe little Laura just needs a nudge in the right direction.' Monique thought. She wondered if her
Their names were Marge and Gary and they did everything together.Marge was actually older than Gary by about seven years and she hated to be reminded of it by anyone but Gary most of all.Velda saw her birthday cake at the country club and it had the terrible "Forty" splashed all over the chocolate icing like a sentence without any hope of a reprieve. That meant her spouse Gary was thirty-three and he did his best to look a bit older by wearing a moustache that really didn't suit him at all.The observant reluctant vampire was taking unnecessary tennis lessons from the husband Gary and she could not miss the fact that Marge was always watching them carefully from the stands. It was easy to see that the attractive mature woman was concerned her younger husband would eventually find an even younger substitute for her before he entered into that magical mid-life crisis when young pussy was too much of a temptation for most married men even those with wives their own age or slightly young
Her Romanian fortune-teller close and personal friend Valentina gave her all the satisfaction she needed in human sexual contact without the need to chance the explosion of seeds of creation inside her human form. The woman was fully trained now to perform all those special little exercises that she had become addicted to over the years. Her recent attempts to have a normal human life with a male partner had all ended in disaster or despair and she had decided to just use the humans for liquid replenishment of her vital life force and as play things to chase away the boredom of solitude.This Donald was attending a night school of business in the downtown section of the city and he apparently had a steady girlfriend called Betty. Fortunately, Betty was one of those females that wanted the man signed, sealed and delivered with marriage certificate before she would allow him to spread her vaginal slit. The foolish man-child was still a virgin and filled with hope of coupling bliss for t
Of course, the virginal blood was the premium grade for her needs but this coarser stuff would suffice nicely. She was careful not to drink too much because she instinctively knew that she did not want to make the stranger her "child" or end her days on earth forever. There were only a few drops spilled to the ground and the girl stirred with that sense of having been "eaten" by a monster. Velda didn't see herself as a monster, only a creature that was the genetic servant of her forebears and her feared master of distant times. He still existed somewhere in the underground region of that strange country and drained the blood of fearful peasants nocturnally in rightful royal exploitation on moonless nights.None of this had seemed possible to her the day before but now she was willing to accept the fact she was a Vampire doomed to walk the earth forever seeking the blood of human slaves to service her need for the liquid essence of life.When she withdrew from the station platform, the
The fact that he had been unfortunately caught in an accident involving a lifting crane and an unforgiving bulkhead made no sense to her because only this morning before heading off to work he had pounded her pussy from behind right at the kitchen window looking out at the quiet and peaceful harbor that looked so serene in the crisp morning air. In fact, her quim was still quivering from that last sweet coupling that would be no more without her darling Oscar.It was a blessing in disguise that they had no children even after hundreds of attempts in the past two years. She had come from an orphanage and didn't have the experience of many siblings like her husband but she did know the terrible fear that those around her would steal the very bread from her mouth if she was not assertive enough to stand up for her rights. Her delicious hour-glass figure was topped by the face of an absolute angel and all of her friends assumed she would have no problem in finding a suitable replacement f
When it was over, Jane got onto her knees after the mistress stood off to the side. The mistress motioned with her whip for the middle-aged woman to come closer. When she knelt only a few inches from the beautiful woman, the mistress grabbed the back of her slaves hair and tugged it towards her. Jane opened her mouth dutifully and tried to capture as much of the pretty woman's slit as possible.Her tongue slid into the slim groove to flick the clitoris, feeling it grow under her tongue. Jane was reminded of the first time she met her mistress, at a bar late one night when her husband was out of town on a business conference. Little did she know, but that chance encounter would forever change her.Jane loved her mistress more than ever. At that moment she couldn't understand why she questioned her orders. Her mistress told her to do something and she did it - at least after she gave her mistress pleasure!A few hours later, Jane stood next to her bed and her sleeping husband. Everything
Jane entered the large quiet house. The stillness and overbearing silence hung upon her shoulders like a large weight. The sun had just gone down leaving the house in darkness. It was a huge, expensive house with old and venerable furnishings. Every time the housewife came here she felt like eyes were following her every movement! She sensed and felt the eyes upon every curve of her body, painful as a sharp knife.With determination and familiarity, Jane rounded the foyer and immediately began to descend the massive staircase. The century- old floorboards groaned and squeaked with the beat of her footsteps. Using only her left hand, the thirty-two-year-old woman guided herself to the basement. It smelled of dust, dingy water, and age.The door handle was there a foot before her and opened up to her touch effortlessly. A flickering light bathed her in a reddish glow. As quietly as the woman could, she entered the large cavernous room and closed the door behind her.A scream sounded fro