LOGINWhen most people thought of Sylvia, ‘obnoxious bitch’ was the first thing that usually came to mind. She walked about like she owned the place. But when she was on her skateboard, people’s impression changed. Like most skaters, she was a rebel, regardless of gender. The Tornwell Mall was the one place that always seemed intent on kicking her out. A month previously, she had gotten inside and started to grind one of the benches only to get knocked to the ground by the security guard on patrol. One quick lawsuit later, the guard was fired and Sylvia was back to skating without any interruption. The lack of a challenge was disappointing, but she still enjoyed making the Mall her own.“Sylvia, you little bugger!” came a familiar voice. It was her buddy, Jerry.“Jerry, you moron,” Sylvia replied, bringing her board to a stop.“You got that old coot fired, and now you’re back again?”“They can’t touch me. They know what will happen.” Sylvia grinned.Jerry sighed and stepped aside, motioni
“I’m so glad that you’re…” the man puffed, removing his hand from her face, “so snug... so eager...” Without any thought of stopping, he continued to ram into her at a steady pace. It was a while before all discomfort was replaced with a warm pleasure.“Please…” Josephine begged.“Please what?” The Stranger huffed.“Please... go faster.”A gasp left her mouth every time he pumped into her. The pace quickened, and so did Josephine’s gasps, pants and occasional small yells.“Oh yes!” The man breathed.“God, please, please... oh my gawd...” Josephine panted.“You’re… so… damn... tight! And I love it!”He slammed her even faster. Josephine’s moans slowly escalated into screams of pure pleasure as the man let her make some noise, every cell in her body tingling, her climax nearing.“The… Wandering… Stranger!” she screamed, her fingers grabbing at the nape of his thick neck.Without warning, a hot and heavy gush began coursing into her, filling her up like she had never been filled up befor
Josephine marched briskly, impatiently wading through the crowd. As she turned the corner, she watched the trail of his funerary robe disappear into one of the old rooms. The corridor was empty, and she ran towards the door, yanking it open and stepping inside. The room was totally dark, and she reached for the light switch. The fluorescent light flickered on, dimly lighting the room. The Wandering Stranger stood in the centre of the room, clutching his knife, the red of the blood-spattered funerary robe seeming to glow brightly, as his eyeless stare fixed upon Josephine. The Wandering Stranger stood motionless, almost as if he was levitating lightly above the ground.“Who are you?” Josephine asked, stepping forward.The figure stood in silence, as a strange fear gripped Josephine’s insides. She reached her hand forward, grabbing the white mask in her hand, reaching her fingers into the eye sockets and pulling it from his face swiftly.At once, the funerary robe fell to the floor in
Josephine loved Halloween. She loved it more than Christmas and her birthday combined. Halloween was the one time of the year when you could be anything or anyone. There was a certain thrill about walking the streets, hidden behind the anonymity of a ghoulish visage. A strange feeling of power and excitement came with it.She looked about the Halloween party. They’d really gone all out this year. Shying away from the tacky decorations, the whole venue was made up to look like some sort of ancient mausoleum. Wax candles adorned the walls, sarcophagi were being used as tables, and cobwebbed skeletons hung in gibbets, or lay in dugouts on the walls. The lighting was perfect, the glow of candlelight along with the soft lighting of old electric Edison bulbs (which Josephine was pretty sure were banned under EU regulations) projected an eerie atmosphere that conjured up images of bygone times. A time when grave-robbers and anatomists would break into the tombs of the recently executed, to
He slid two fingers into her tight little hole and started ramming them in hard and deep, as he leaned forward and sucked on the side of her neck. Charlotte started gyrating and grinding forward on his thick digits, her pink hole incredibly moist and ready. He pulled his fingers out, and pressed the head of his cock up against her pussy. She wrapped her legs around the big man’s taut glutes as he started to drill into her. Her snatch felt so ridiculously tight around his girth, and she screamed as he plowed deeper, spreading her. The cop slid his hands under her top and lifted her bra up. He grabbed her nipples and kneaded them, turning them like oven dials, sending a shudder down her spine. She reached out and caressed his chiseled chest, running her hands over his muscular pecs.“I’m going to take you from behind, Charlotte,” he told her as he withdrew. The cop thought for a moment that the girl was about to complain or say he was too big or something, but he didn't give her the c
“That feels good, Charlotte,” he said as he unzipped, letting his huge cock and balls hang free. The cop rubbed his fingers over his semi-hard cock head and put them up to her mouth. “Lick them,” he directed.Charlotte licked his fingers and sampled his pre-cum. The cop slid his digits slowly into her mouth and let her suck on them.“When I first saw you today, you made me so hot. I had to drive with a hard-on. Thinking of you made my balls churn,” the cop informed her as he put his hand onto Charlotte’s groin and rubbed her through her jeans. “Whoa, you are warm,” he said with a smirk.He started kneading her pussy through her jeans and as he did so Charlotte shuddered. The cop guessed she had never had an older guy touch her before, and certainly not a stud like him that was packing so much extra. The officer let his slacks and underwear drop to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them to one side. He looked incredible, standing there in nothing but his big leather boots
Chapter 3I sank down to my knees and opened my mouth over him, taking him down my throat in one long stroke. Father Gabriel’s soft cry echoed from the ceiling. I sucked him in until the rosary beads rolled against my mouth. Then I began to slide my mouth up and down, sucking his head, licking the
Chapter 5Hesara turned off the water and slid back to her original position. She would never come if she didn’t calm down.But nothing was working. She growled in frustration. Her excitement was growing painful now, but she just could not make herself come. The skin of her pussy and clit felt raw
As the last of the semen left his body and a warm, satisfied feeling took over, Rosemary whispered, "Your come feels so good inside me...you feel so good..." She sounded weak, as if she were powerless to stop herself from saying these things, and from feeling the way he made her feel. He kissed he
Chapter 1My pussy has been a dripping mess since I returned from confession at church. Fuck me and fuck whoever made Father Gabriel the new confession priest! One thing is for sure, I've become a regular in church, confessing even things I know the devil wouldn't care to fucking know.If I had t







