Sara was a sixteen year old girl who was well feared, she had a violent temper and was often involved in fights which she never lost, her boyfriend Steve had a reputation that was a lot worse that what Sara’s was, both were not trusted nobody would have anything to do with them and stayed well clear of them for fear of being beaten up, It was a very hot day Anjana who was the fourteen year old daughter of the Bengali shop owner was sitting in the local park, Anjana was a bi sexual girl but kept it quiet about being bi sexual she knew if it got out that she was bi sexual the Bengali community would disown

The crime rate in England was the highest it had ever been, many residents were to scared to leave their homes, some residents had turned their homes into a fortress to keep burglars out all over the country the younger population were running rings round the authorities who admitted that they could not cope with crime anymore and that the youngsters were now in control, There was a general election election and a new government were elected who promised to bring in tough new laws to combat crime and bring the youngsters back under control. Two weeks after being in power that they had brought in a new law allowing parents to use any form of punishment at any time

by Wrulf Intercourse didn’t satisfy Rose – a submissive 24-year-old – unless it involved severe humiliation, while the more brutally words assaulted her dignity, the better. Nonetheless, many people thought she was a sweet girl since she had a cute face, black hair, firm, slightly-less-than-medium-sized tits, fine legs and a saucy rump, although they didn’t know she’d started indulging promiscuity at 18. But finding men to copulate with her wasn’t a problem for the white, attractive, dominant and 26-y/o Conrad, who was a member of google group “cunts-for-use” to which the white Tom, Leonard, Artie and Slaytor also belonged. Fortunately, they all lived close to each other, and since Conrad appropriately considered that nature had manufactured to Rose to pleasure

” Your late. ” Baz said sitting on the couch. ” Sorry ” Joan said ” Traffic was a nightmare. Baz stood stepping over to his wife sniffing. ” I smell sex. ” He said. ” Do I smell sex. ” ” No. ” She said. ” SON. ” Baz yelled. ” Yes Dad. ” He said coming from the bathroom to the lounge. ” Your mother here is late home from work and smells of sex. ” Baz said. ” Really ” Dave said smelling her. ” She does smell of sex. ” He said putting his hand on his mothers arse squeezing it. ” Mummy been fucking aye. ” He whispered in her ear as kissed her neck

When I was 15, my father died and my mother wasn’t able to take care of my half sister and me. We went to live with my aunt and my 13year old cousin. Peggy Lou, was just 13 and getting teenage girl smart ass. We used to play together on visits but now she was way too cool for that. Auntie was rather strict to me, but gave the girls some room to run. My sister, Kate, was 17 but very shy. Kate started learning fast from Peggy Lou and the two of them started ganging up on me. My life started getting difficult. But things really got tough for me the day my aunt decided I needed some female

George sat up licking Lawrence’s cum off his lips. Jennifer leant over kissing Georges lips. George still has Lawrence’s cock in hand. ” Yummy.” Jennifer said sitting in her lacy bra and panties. Lawrence seeing her erect nipples through the lace. She reached over to the side table picking up a packet of cigarettes. She pulled one out putting it in her mouth. She lit it and took a drag taking it out crossing her legs blowing smoke to the ceiling. George stood. Lawrence looked down at Jennifer. He would love to fuck her he thought. He thought of his wife at home. ” Lawrence dear boy.” George said kissing Lawrence on the lips sliding his hand to Lawrence’s cock

The day after the bathroom Incident was a holiday, so I decided not to get Tasnova involved for the day. Making it too frequent might break her too soon, and I wanted to have more fun with her, give her some hope before taking it away. I let her rest the day after that as well and told Prianka to play along, pretending that I’m also blackmailing her too. Prianka reported back that she did exactly that and that she made sure to tell Tasnova that if she tried to fight back, I’d destroy her life.  She reported that the bitch ended up crying for hours after that but I didn’t care. She looked down on me, and was now

When our Pa passed on, Liam my elder brother took over, the patriarch. That is how it is in traveller families. Even if they stop travelling,  that is how things are. The new patriarch, Liam, aged just forty, he used his fists just as much as any of Pa’s generation. Might is right. If you don’t do what the family head says, then you get the shit beaten out off you, that is just the way that it is. I thought I’d left that behind. I didn’t marry a traveller girl. Tamsin was from a nice middle class family in Nottingham and I, well, I was working as an insurance consultant. I’d done well at school, got the qualifications, stepped

Next door, whilst the moon shines down full, Andreas is fucking Cheryl my wife. They are relatively discreet this evening, with only heartfelt moans and groans issuing from the master bedroom. Normally the bed head raps staccato on the adjoining wall. We have a guest tonight, Louise my sister. Sis isn’t stupid. She knows that Andreas is the ‘man of the house’. There are hints you see. For one thing wearing his and her identical Rolexes is a bit of a give away. I know that Cheryl works for Andreas, but bonuses of that sort are never so big, nor do they come as presents. Cheryl wears the Rolex, never the watch that I gave her at our wedding. Then

To be fair, the consulting room wasn’t especially clinical. All that stuff had been concluded in the previous two weeks. A nurse had taken blood, there were saliva samples, there was a battery of psychological tests and what Ben assumed was a lie detector test. What ‘Compatibility’ offered was a complete profiling service, on you and on your wife. It was advertised as the best means of ‘managing the fertile years, the fecund decisions.’ Ben, now aged thirty, his wife Rachel aged twenty six, it seemed the practical thing to do. ‘So, ‘ began the crisply businesslike Ms Agnew as she crossed her sinuous legs and surveyed Ben from her extravagantly designed leather chair, ‘it’s time to look at some results Ben.’

I think at first Keith was very depressed about it all. He sulked around the place, was polite but pretty quiet. There weren’t many helpful conversations. I think he was trying to coerce may away from it, just by looking and acting mulish. But the truth of it was that I had been ridden. Not just by one black guy, but by Erroll and his two bros from the club. Erroll had danced with me, casually felt my sex, and made me ache for something completely adulterous. He’d insisted on having my phone number and said that he would pick me up for a date the next Friday night. I’d laughed at fist, saying that Keith wouldn’t stand for that.

There had been rumours. The sort of snide little remarks, titters behind hands, reflections, ‘do you remember that wedding they went to, well…’. Kirsty, my wife, I suspected had enjoyed a little fling. Two years back. Around about that time I was crap company.. I was! Work consumed me and I was usually ‘deadline irritable’. But knowing that she might have done it with someone else, well, it gnawed at me. Suspicions can play on your mind, so I did something pretty dirty. I persuaded our 18 year old daughter Petra, to take a DNA test. Petra is very very beautiful, ultra stylish and very sensual, like her mum I suppose. She is bright too, and will I’m sure go

Thompson scowled, watching his wife Annette dress to go away for the weekend. Her bag lay packed already on the bed, full of sensual undies and alluring jeans and boots. His wife wore boots like no woman Thompson had ever met. Now she was in skin tight leather jeans and cavalier black leather boots that made her look like some kind of hip highway woman. ‘I’m not thick!’ insisted Thompson his lips curling in a momentary sneer that even he didn’t think himself capable of. Annette glanced at him and pointed to to the Chanel Madmoiselle watch on the dresser. It was something that Thompson’s mother had saved up to buy her when they had first married three years ago.

The big school dance was that night. Melissa planned ahead. She came there earlier that afternoon and dropped off her clothes. In a wooded area off the parking lot she placed a short skirt, tights, shoes, a blouse and a spare key to her car. She covered them over with leaves. Even the thought of what she planned excited her and caused her stomach to flutter. Melissa was a senior. She was basically a normal person. She had friends, was an above average student and had had boyfriends (although none now). She had better than average looks. She was thin and pretty. Not one to make the boys stop in their tracks, but cute. She had fantasized many times about

Going before Kate, to report on the abject failings of her cuck Donald terrified me. For one thing I knew what a spiteful young bitch the woman could be. She had so much attitude, so much anger about men and what they hadn’t yet accepted about women! Her black lover (Leon) was pretty short fused too. Whilst he earned a fortune though property, I suspected that he wasn’t above using his fists too. When I’d gone to their Dorset coast home I had been reminded by him that I was to address Kate as ‘Miss’. I was to speak when spoken to and to ensure that I looked down at her pretty boot covered feet when I spoke to her.