It is the year . I am a cabin boy on the Santa Maria which was captured a year before by my Captain Henry Fitzroy in the service of her majesty Queen Elizabeth. We sail throughout the Americas attacking Spanish ships and stealing their gold and silver. I turned fifteen about six months hence and was impressed into my Captains service as his last cabin boy had just gotten married. In the beginning I hated my life and wanted to go back to my mothers little cabin on the small island of Las Palmas but I get a good steady wage and have built up a small fortune in the profits

Chapter Two Returning to my desk, I looked at the list of girls who had cheated along with Ashleigh. Rosa, Alexis, Kristen, Jessica, and Stevie were on the list. I crossed Rosa off the list. She was a dumpy looking Sophomore who was sullen and bad tempered. But the others were, to more or less degree, pretty and cute. During the rest of the day, I worked in interviews with the other four girls.

This time when he pulled his fingers out of her ass, she remained tense. Unfortunately for her, that just meant that it hurt more when he positioned herself between her legs and began trying to push his incredibly wide dick into that small, barely stretched hole. It felt like he was trying to shove a brick into her ass as the wide head of his dick pushed against the outside of her hole. She could feel herself stretching around the tip of the head, stretching and stretching and

As soon as she got back her breath, she began to try to play to his animalistic side in a false attempt to bring him to climax. Oh, god, she uttered. Fuck me good. Fuck me good. Unfortunately for the beautiful young lawyer, her words also played into her own psyche. As she continued her chant, she drew herself closer and closer to climaxing on this mans massive cock.

King Thomas leant back in his throne, yawning loudly as one of his nobles spoke about something or other that just bored him stupid. Probably moaning about taxes or something, the King thought to himself as he stared out the window beside his throne, completely ignoring the speaker. For once the king didnt have his dick in the lovely mouth of Lady Valeria and he briefly considered calling her over to service him. Valeria had been walking kinda funny since yesterday when she had spent the evening in General Bairacalis

Just thinking back, sitting here, it all seems so unlikely; so bizarre, I guess. I was just an ordinary guy. Married, couple of kids, usual money owed to the bank. I was fine. Happy even. My job wasnt fantastic but it paid the bills. My wife was fine. She still got me excited...most of the time. So everything was hunky dory. Until that day, of course. I vaguely remember it was raining. I was coming in from work, the car parked outside the house, the

Anna sensed the doorbell had been ringing a while before she realized what the noise was. She pulled over a silk robe and made her way towards the main entrance. She was still a little drunk, more than she thought she would be, and was a little wobbly on her slender legs. She hadnt drunk much at the party, but had opened a bottle of champagne when she got home. Despite the humiliation she was in a decent mood when she had undressed and slid into her bed, the Veuve Cliquot in one hand, the dildo in the other.

One of my Moms friends used to check on me while my Mom worked evening shifts. I was not old enough to be totally alone but not young enough to need constant supervision. After my first woman I could think of NOTHING else! From when I first awoke, til I went to bed and often times, in my dreams - pussy was always on my mind and pretty much still is that way.

Sarah was forced to straddle his hips and slowly raise herself to her knees, her dripping pussy poised above his rigid shaft. He took her hands and made her press the thick head of his, nine inch rod against her swollen lips. His hands moved to encircle her waist, and slowly he lowered her onto his shaft, his hard manhood sliding into her drenched womanhood until her pussy rested against his groin, she had his cock buried deep inside her belly.

Linda moved around the desk to where Ron was sitting. She leaned against the desk directly in front of him. Ron looked up at the housewife. Her bare legs were tan, her skirt was rising up her thighs, and her legs were slightly spread. He reached out and started to slowly lift the skirt. Linda let out a quiet gasp, but when she offered no other resistance, he lifted it past her hips, and bunched it up around her waist.