“Does it feel good, Robbie?” she asked.The chain reaction had already started and Rob did not have a chance to answer. His cock erupted sending s...reams of hot jism into the air. One splattered on Brittany’s cheek, another in her hair as she continued to stroke her brother. Her hand was covered with the pearly cum and Rob’s stomach was covered with splotches of the white goo. She continued to jerk her brother off until his cock began to loose it’s hardness. Then she looked at her gooey hand. I found my hand had moved itself down between my thighs, touching and rubbing my pussy through the patterned fabric."You dirty fart-bitch, you love it, don't you?"She asked me, and despite the offensive words she used, she said it in a tone that reeked of love."Ahhh yeah I do."I confessed."Are my jeans in the way? Do you want to sniff my fat arse, bare?"She giggled."Yes please."I reply, still sniffing away at her gorgeous butt.She then pulled down her jeans, with some struggle, I must say.They. It may have come from Powerone. I can't find it. Anyway, the other story was filled with violence; beating and every kind of sexual punishment you could put a woman through. I am not much better, but I have tried to put a different slant on a similar story about a woman captured during World War II. If another writer emails me that they had the original idea, I will pass it on somehowI also have been given excellent advice on how to improve my stories; rewrite. Somehow, I can't wait to post. Soon she was near the key and was forced to lower her face into the mud in order to try to grip it between her teeth. Claire was by now covered in mud, rolling in the muck like a pig. The night was filled with laughter as we watched Claire's increasingly desperate attempts to find the key. Helplessly, she rolled around in the gunge, her face and body now caked in the sticky mud with barely any part of her not plastered in the gooey sludge. Each movement resulted in a loud squelching sound as.