For more than forty years, I whipped the sin from the vicars and drowned their sinful seed in the blessed fount that is my cunt. The truth was that I, Mary Marie Maguire, had saved every vicar that ever walked through the doors of my church—my church. That’s not exactly true. Reverend Michael was the vicar when I first joined soon after Father and I moved into town. It was Michael’s wife, Lily, who had saved him first, ma...

Donald pulled his car into the driveway and parked close to the garage. He was exhausted. His position as a manager at a manufacturing company involved a lot of time on the plant floor. Although the facility was air-conditioned, there was only so much the HVAC system could do when the outside temperature was over 90 degrees. He opened the car door to exit his vehicle and was hit by the heat and the oppressive 80% humidity...

The shadows of tree branches projected by an outside streetlamp dance across the ceiling of Allyson's upstairs bedroom. Thunder was rumbling in the distance, and the wind leading the oncoming storm steadily increased. It was late evening, and the storm would be there before midnight. Allyson loved thunderstorms. The preceding winds would soon be joined by the patter of rain on the roof as the thunder grew louder and the l...

It was mid-Saturday morning in late spring, and I was meeting my dad for breakfast at Tackles, his favorite sports bar. It was his Saturday tradition, and he loved that they opened early on the weekend. The bar was old and cozy and filled with sports artifacts, tchotchkes, and old memorabilia. Playing football for the home team, my dad was a permanent fixture on the walls and in person. The bar fit in with the rest of the...

In the late 1970’s, I started living with my aunt to attend a nearby college. Her home was near campus, and since I did not own a car, I could use public transportation, or sometimes walk, to get to classes and back. She was divorced, in her 30’s, and an SSBBW. In her younger years, she was pleasantly plump with very big full breasts, and she was always very loving and physical with me. Marriage brought on more weight, an...

I always thought Sue was hot but had never done anything about it. She had been a great friend for many years now. Just last week though that all finally changed, and boy what a change! Just for a little history first...Sue and I had worked together for years now. We had always been close, and I suppose you could say we had a special bond. Living together and working together made us this way. I always looked at her diffe...

She stepped off the bed and brought the glass of wine with her. She took a large gulp of it and then, without swallowing, she took my cock back into her mouth and swirled the wine around my mushroom-head which made loud slurping sounds around the room. She sucked and then took another swig of wine from the glass and did the same again. Monica repeated this till all the wine was finished from her glass. Monica looked up an...

Part 1. Hi my name is, well, Rod. I am of afro-Caribbean origin. I am six foot seven inches tall, an ex-basketball player, now retired and living in London. My weight is around eighty six kilos. I am fifty four years old. Not married, but have had a few female ‘friends,’ no one regular and no one in particular at the moment. As I mentioned, I live in London, actually, in the suburbs of London, in a sleepy village and my h...

Keith and Karen had been hard at it for over an hour now, and showing no sign of exhaustion, as a married couple shouldn’t who were so very much in love with each other. But more than that, thought Keith, as his pelvic thrusts pushed his erect penis in and out and in and out of Karen’s muscular vaginal grip, it was practice and exercise that made their physical love so successful. After all, if you were going to do someth...

Fanny regarded her teacher with fascination from where she sat at the back of the classroom. Qafira was so very thin. Were they all as thin as her where she came from? Almost all skin and bones. Hardly any fat on the woman at all. She knew that Qafira would get plenty of stick for her thinness. People would wonder whether she’d eaten well. Or whether she wasn’t weak with hunger. But despite her skinniness, Fanny decided t...

Fat. Fatty. Fat. Fat. Fatso. Fat. Fatima. Why had her parents christened her that? Surely they knew that in an English Language culture it was a name that could always be used to mock her. Especially as they knew from their own corpulent frames that their daughter was unlikely to be svelte, slim or slender. And as second-generation immigrants themselves, not even especially religious ones, they understood enough English t...