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Short Stories

In It to Win It



I fell in love with Michelle because she was better than me at the only thing that mattered: Volleyball.

Volleyball was my life. When I was young, maybe 10, I was awkward. I was a tall skinny girl, and a bit dyslexic. School was tough. I had outgrown ballet and gymnastics. Well, I had become too tall to be really good at them, and I wanted so badly to be good at something. 

That is when I started playing volleyball. I was 6 inches taller than the other girls my age and I continued to grow. I started playing on a YMCA team, but was quickly recruited by a competitive tournament team. I spent my weeks in school and my weekends traveling the country playing volleyball.

Turned Into a Breeding Housewife



Ashley was a young, single woman in her mid 30s.  She was very good looking for her age, skinny, good skin, perky breasts, firm ass, all of which she proudly proclaimed was the result of not having children.  She was of the opinion that women in the modern world should work and be rewarded just the same as men.  She felt housewives were good for nothing but making babies, and that all women should avoid motherhood at all costs to keep their bodies sexy.  Unfortunately she was not shy about sharing her views on her social media accounts.

 

One day after being particularly cruel Ashley got a message on here friendbook account that said “Ashley, I understand that you think housewives are good for nothing but making babies.  I thought about it, and  would like you to give me a second opinion after you gain some firsthand knowledge”  The message was from someone called  “Fertilitybitch”

 

 

My Perfect Breeding Fantasy



Though It's quite unrealistic and may never be in the realm of possibility...I still want it, kind of. ^^

I'm to be sired at a breeding party as ordered by my mistress. She feels I should stop worshiping fertility goddesses and work on becoming one of my own.

"In a few months time, you'll be looking DOWN upon these women you revere so much. I promise I'll make that happen for you." she says as she grabbed my abdomen with force.

Lucky Seven



Lucky Day

 

My Rainforest Nymphettes



 

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My Rainforest Nymphettes

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I can smell smoke.

Approaching the camp from the south led to a raised vantage point. I was heading there now. The jungle flora was already hacked into a crude path from previous expeditions this way.

Smoke, why can smell smoke?

This was not the cook fires you would expect from the tribe, this had the tang of burning plastic and vegetation. I broke through the cover onto the raised mount where I could see. And what I could see was destruction.

NEXT DOOR LOVER



NEXT DOOR LOVER

 

That’s it, honey! Shoot it all inside meeeeee!” Catherine moaned, clutching her cunt tight around me, Catherine moaned, clutching her cunt tight around me. “Oh yessss! Oh lover! Make me take every drop of your cum!”

 

I pushed my cock deep into her as I came, loving the way she arched her hips up and swirled them beneath me. Then we kissed deeply and lovingly as the last of my sperm spurt inside her. Afterwards we lay together, relaxing with each other.

 

“Ummm. Como esta, mi amor?” Catherine murmured as she nuzzled my neck and her slender brown fingers caressed the hirsute surface of my heaving chest. She pressed her naked, curvaceous figure against my side. For a woman who had just given birth to her sixth child, she looked amazing.

 

HER YOUNGER LOVER



Smiling wistfully, Meridith thought of the young man who lived next door as she ran her hands lovingly over the roundness of her growing belly.

 

Scott was an absolutely gorgeous hunk of a man. He was tall, muscular, and exceptionally good looking. As he was only twenty and enrolled in college in the city, he stayed with his parents in order to save money. But that wasn’t the only reason he stayed with them. Meridith was very aware that the main reason her lived at home was because he wanted to be near her.

 

The Neighborhood Bar-Be-Q



It was a hot day in the late of May when we were invited over to our neighbors right behind us for a bar-be-q. Being a hot day my 24-year-old wife wore a pair of cutoff jeans short enough to show off the bottom cheeks of her ass over a pair of patterned tights along with a white t-shirt with a psychedelic butterfly pattern on it without a bra. While my wife does have perky breasts they aren’t small, they are depending on the time of month and which bra maker either D or DD. She doesn’t always go without a bra and as big as they are you might think she would always need the support. As I said they are perky and she has been accused of having fake breasts too many times to count. I know for a fact that they aren’t fake. On her dainty feet she had on a pair of simple slip on flats.

THE BEST OUTLET



THE BEST OUTLET

My cousin, Valerie, had always been the best outlet for my emotions. Whenever I had a problem I would go to her and she could always make me feel better. So when I began to suspect that my wife of ten years was cheating on me with her brother, of course I went to talk to my favorite cousin about it.

Valerie listened patiently as I angrily ranted and raved about how I felt my wife was betraying me. She let me vent my feelings to her, knowing that I needed to get them out of my system. When I finished I was surprised to see her burst into laughter.

WATCHING KRISTEN



WATCHING KRISTEN

Staring through the window and into the softly lit interior of the log cabin, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. A roaring fire had been built in the fireplace, its flickering orange and yellow flames serving to provide the area with heat and light. But it wasn’t the only source of heat in the room. On the floor, amidst the softness of a variety of furs that were being employed as throw rugs lay Kristen. And Kevin was on top of her, holding her long, slim legs in the crooks of his arms as they fucked.

Although I’d suspected my wife was cheating on me, I didn’t want to believe it. I’d followed her because I wanted to prove to myself that I had no reason to be suspicious. But, instead of finding that Kristen was the faithful wife and mother I wished to believe she was, I witnessed a sight that made me feel as if unseen claws had reached into my chest to rip out my heart.