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Spit-Roasted on the Beach – The Quantum Slut, Chapter 27

A horse, two riders, and a woman spit-roasted on the beach! Who could ask for anything more?

James I cradled my two playmates in my arms, one on each side, and marveled at how a dirt-poor kid from a tar-paper shack in the Ramapo Mountains of New York could get so lucky. And I especially appreciated my newly-minted wife, who is, in my humble opini...

Ridden Hard & Put Away Wet – Quantum Slut, Chapter 26

Marta and James pick up a new playmate – and she is ridden harder than the horse she rode in on

I was watching her eyes. She was seated opposite me, desperate to cum and I wouldn’t let her. I was demanding she did something that might be impossible in this state – explain quantum theory to me. Not the easy parts, the hard ones. I was curious what sh...

Taken By A Stallion

A stallion anthro dominates a slutty donkey anthro at the gym.

The stallion smirked, squeezing the donkey’s backside, smooth with grey fur and impossibly soft. A donkey’s coat was thicker than that of a horse, better for dispersing heat in hotter climates and terrible at keeping them dry in wetter climates, but it wa...

Yellow, Blue, Green and Red. Orange, Purple; and Black too.

“If everything seems under control, you're not going fast enough,” Mario Andretti.

Mum was right, his blaze was sweet; but, for fuck’s sake, calling him, Sugar, was character assassination. Even as a gangly foal, his face screamed white lightening. In utero, he was my mother’s horse, but the devil-may-care fire in those newborn eyes dre...

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Twisted Trojan Horse

Achilles and Paris the forbidden truth?

Achilles walked along the beaches of Troy. Fury seethed from every pore of his being, how dared Paris do this to him? He closed his eyes and dreamed of Paris, his tender touch, his gentle kisses. His fear was that Hector and his father would discover what...

My First Lesbian Experience With An Older Foxy Lady

Monica pulled down the thin straps of her black T shirt and her luscious big breasts bounced out

My name was Sophie Moore, a twenty eight year old graduate art student. I lived in a small coastal town on the outskirts of Cornwall, England, with nothing but beautiful countryside all around. I worked in a tourist gift shop and some of my art paintings...