Homo Erotic Sapiens Exhibit

“There, look for yourself Jennifer.”

Thursday night rolled around when Dawn received another call from Becky. Becky called to inform Dawn that Josh, an old friend was coming into town from Milwaukee and wanted to know if this was ok with Dawn. Dawn said she didn’t have a problem with it and they chit-chatted for awhile before hanging up. Dawn did ask if I was ok with her going out with Becky and Josh while I stayed home with the kids. I told her to have fun and keep her mind open to flirting with some handsome guy who desired her company.

After more giggling the voice replied "Me and my girlfriend. We like to rub each others pussies while we watch you."

"And one last rule - have fun. Remember what it was like at the pool today. Remember those feelings. I think you might be able to get them back tonight - and maybe do something more."

"I think so," Margie stammered.

“Do you like it?” she wondered.

On a personal note, I'd like to thank the students of [this high school] for their time spent with me over the past few years. I'll speak more on this later. The fact so many of you wanted to hear me speak today touches me in ways I may never comprehend.

"Do you have anything without lesbian scenes?" I asked in a small, squeaking voice.

He then lowered his cock to my ass and began thrusting furiously without warning. The other man had me sucking on his balls and the tip of his dick. The other three watched in amusement. The man inside me began pumping faster and faster. His cock was swelling up. The black man in my mouth, too, was getting ready to unload. I couldn't stand the buildup and began to pump my cock with one free hand.

Even in the confines of the darkened car, Nate could see the glint of silver as Mike pulled out the small pistol he’d tucked in his pocket. Mike held it steady and pointed the thing directly at Nate. “Flowers are the last thing you need to be worried about right now.”

I quietly swallowed the lump in my throat. The memory of our last visit to the Gyne still danced in my mind. I had watched him perform his examination and even allowed him to swallow my sperm, at his request. The memories of his fingers roaming inside her lovely, hairy cunt made me want to spew my seed right then and there.

He moved behind me and released my wrists, then moved me under the hooks in a standing position. Applying tight wristbands, my wrists were attached to chains and pulled very tight so my arms were stretched and unable to move. “Spread your legs, slave”. As I followed His instruction, I could feel the wetness on my thighs. He reached for my cunt, pushing three fingers in with ease. “Yes, very, very nice!”

Leaving her to clean up her bloodied mess and select a suitable gown, he picked up the diary and took it to his study, so that he could record Kat's latest lesson.

The boy lived with his father and the girls only saw them once a year. When Amy was twelve she went to stay with her father for a week. Two days later a little voice on the end of the phone asked Mike to come and get her. It was years before Mike found out what had gone on. Apparently she'd been told that she was a 'mistake' and 'unwanted'. God, knows what effect it really had as she never discussed it but it meant that Amy was looking all her life for someone who loved her just for being her.

Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a big Black Gun. My mouth, fell to the ground at the site of the hand cannon. My whole world was flashing before my eyes. It seemed like my world had turned upside-down within a few seconds.

I might come earlier.....not sure....I am not a morning person, hard to wake up.

So intent was Jonathan on the claws on his ankles, and the leering, fanged faces of Lizette and Consuela, that Marlena was momentarily forgotten. That didn't last long. For, one second Marlena was standing at his feet, and the next instant her hot, panting, metallic breath was bathing his frightened face. His head swiveled once again, stopping with his bulging eyes pointed directly ahead. There, not six inches from his face, were the roiling red eyes of Malena, hunched over, straddling his chest, her strong hands already finding the back of his neck and lifting him toward her panting mouth.

She rose and bent over me and pecked me on the cheek, handing me a slip of paper with her address.

"Not remember? You sell yourself short Ali, you are unforgettable."