A Better Man Than I

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Shelly had a beautiful body when she was young, possessing a great ass, wonderful legs and an amazing flat stomach. And although Shelly was never particularly proud of her breasts, always feeling that they were a little too sloppy, she believed that the rest of her body amply made up for the imperfection. With blue eyes and a perfect nose, her thick dirty blonde hair she was, generally speaking in the top fifteen percent. Shelly wasn't a supermodel, though she could vamp it up pretty well when she was young, which gave her a reckless kind of sexiness. Shelly has been married to the same man for twenty-five years. Shelly's husband Russ is a very good looking man with a broad smile, dark blue eyes and a personality that always outshined her own, which was extremely charming though sometimes senseless. Russ is six years older than Shelly, and having children from another marriage, he was not interested in having children with Shelly. Before they married Shelly agreed to go witho...

Bryony is an 18-year-old who has long ginger hair and has just entered a relationship with her boyfriend. They had recently moved into a house with a swimming pool. One night they were fooling around in the bedroom while kissing and fondling each other. Her boyfriend Jon makes the first move by trying to slide his hand under thong, but Bryony keeps pushing his hand away as she is a virgin. She had never let anyone touch her private place except through her trousers. Jon convinces her to slowly take her clothes off, one bit at a time. Bryony removes her top followed by her jeans which leaves her in her matching lacy bra and thong. Jon then strips down to his pants. Seeing his fully erect penis through the boxers, she starts blushing and Jon convinces her to go for a late-night swim in the pool just in their underwear. As they enter the barely warm water she starts shivering. Jon comes over to her and cuddles her to share his warmth. Bryony could feel his hard penis pushing against her...

Hello again, just another short note before the story starts. Thankyou to Darth_Aussie and the crew again for the inspiration to continue working on this tale of mine. Another special thanks to JasonT for all the hard work he put in helping me getting this ready for all you readers. To those of you that read Part 1 and left a comment or voted, thankyou so much. It meant a lot to me that you took the time to do that and that you enjoyed my story. Hopefully, you enjoy this part just as much. And to the readers of this part of the tale 1. This story does contain futanari and will continue to do so. If that's not your thing I apologise but it will be a recurring part of this tale. 2. This part of the story is almost double the length of Part 1. There is a massive lore dump as I try to expand upon the world this story takes place in. I've tried new things that I've never written before, so I hope its good enough for you all. 3. This part of the story also includes Lesbian Sex,...

All characters are 18+ There was a knock at the door and I knew it was daddy. I was so excited. I couldn't wait to finally play with his lollipop again. I was also a little nervous because I've been a bit (a lot) of a brat lately and I've been sulking and daddy doesn't like sulking especially when he thinks I've just brought it on myself. I don't know if I'm opening the door to my happy daddy or my annoyed daddy. I tried not to press his buttons all morning but my mouth always gets me in trouble. Maybe he'll let me use it on his hard lollipop to get myself out of trouble too. I'd rather that than the naughty step again, what does he think I am, 2? I open the door and daddy looks pleased to see me so I internally sigh a breath of relief. "Come in daddy" "Thank you little one" I closed the door behind him and he sat down on the sofa and this is where the fucking up began. I took my usual seat across the room. I didn't even sit...

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