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Thread: Party Favor (Bevatoria and meomeo)

Christie let out a shrill shriek as Trent let go of her. For a flash the girl lost balance and she started to topple forward, face first into the table... until their conjoined bodies leveraged, and she tightened her core so her forehead ended up softly tapping the tabletop. Trent's manhood propped her hips way up, causing both her waist and back to bend rather awkwardly. But nothing bothered Christie more than the massive cock hollowing out her freshman pussy, one thrust at a time. He went so damn deep, reaching where no man has ever been before. Fucking her senseless. She whimpered, using her arms as a makeshift pillow as the jock piled her into the table. Its creaking syncing up with each push of his hips... Christie had buried her face in her arms, so when she felt a large hand tweaking her breast, she assumed it was Trent reaching from behind. It was not until another guy spoke about pulling a train on her did she open her eyes, and right in front of her is a pair of knees, much closer than they were before. Then suddenly her head was sharply jerked upwards. She found herself looking into the mirthful eyes of another handsome guy. Good looking - but still... a complete stranger. Please! NO! She pleaded. But with how her neck is arched her voice came out shrill and croaked. Just let go. Give in. You know you want it... Countered another voice inside her head.
Thread: Party Favor (Bevatoria and meomeo)

Saying 'please' wouldn't save the naked, pliant brunette as Trent continued to pound her mercilessly the way she was so tight around him and the eroticism of the entire scene was turning him on. The guys egging him on and whistling at the defilement of the innocent freshman didn't do anything for him except give him an ego boost...which probably did make him a little harder were he to be totally honest. His grunts were louder and louder, and the slapping of his midsection against hers started to get rougher as well as he was determined to fill her with his seed, feeling a familiar rush. It didn't matter how long it had been a passing moment in the jock's normal evening had been a lifetime to the attractive, completely nude slut being plowed in front of several jocks, and she would feel it as he bottomed out one more time in her, and as his cum shot deep into her depths. Yeeeah. said Trent as he pulled his large, softening manhood out of her, using the scraps of her dress to wipe himself off. Who's next? Trent's best friend, Carter, undid his pants and let his cock out. A chuckle sounded from in front of her as the black member hung in front of the freshly fucked brunette, his hand grabbing her head again in a way that was less then congenial. Suck. He pulled her mouth towards his cock. Or we'll flip you over and use you anyways. Which was a bit of a lie, since Christie was going to get taken one way or the other. It was her choice how willing it was, and if the naked brunette without a stitch of clothing to her name wanted to give in...or fight against all of the horny jocks eying her.
Thread: Party Favor (Bevatoria and meomeo)

For Christie, the 18 year-old sorority girl fresh out of high school, this is almost an out-of-body experience. She no longer has any inkling of time. The faces by the pool table - her audience - have became a blur. They all the look the same - handsome, built like a linebacker, their mouths curled into cruel grins. Slap, slap, slap ... her body buckled under Trent. She held onto the table for dear life otherwise her back would probably snap. Humiliation stacked on top of humiliation... it's pointless to keep count anymore. Suddenly she sensed Trent's cock inside her pulsate and throb with a frenetic energy. He's so huge it's almost rocking her. The next thing she knew she felt extremely wet between her legs, and a warm stream trickled down her left inner thigh. The guy had filled her up with his hot cum. She'd barely known him for 10 minutes. Christie has always wondered what having a man cum inside would feel like. She would prefer her first to happen in a more romantic and intimate setting... but the act itself lived up to all her expectations. Despite all that's happening, this is so incredibly hot and erotic. She made a man do this, all by herself... and she had caused him to leave a part of him inside her. The very thought of this brought the girl over the edge as well. She closed her eyes and released... a soft anguished moan escaping her mouth as she does. Take a bow, Christie. You just climaxed in front of a dozen guys. She was knocked out of her bliss by the black guy in front. He had a voice that demanded obedience and a cock that demanded service. Having lost most of her inhibitions, Christie complied. Chalk up another first - first time Christie had seen and touched a black cock. He is humongous. She had barely took the gigantic bulbous head inside her mouth and she already felt the corners of her mouth stretching painfully. It slipped out... almost smacking her in the face. Supporting herself with one hand on the table, she used her right hand - pale in contrast with the member - to grab it and try again. But her teeny mouth is only so small and she could hardly fit a third of him inside her.
Thread: Party Favor (Bevatoria and meomeo)

Carter grinned down at the submissive freshman, feeling her small mouth try to cover his black length in its entirety. But he was wide, and the petite woman could barely engulf it with her lips, even as she redoubled her efforts to service him. He put a large hand around the back of her head and forced his hard rod into her throat, feeling it hit the back of her as he started to piston in and out, but even so the slurping noises that accompanied his effort was only rewarded with just under half of his cock being fit into her. Eh, no need to throat fuck her. he responds, pulling out of her fully as a line of spit connected his length to her. Flip her over. One of his friends, a light brown skinned corner back named Antonio, obliged by taking her arms while Carter quickly scooted around to grab her legs, and soon the naked brunette was splayed on her back, her head hanging off of one end of the table while her legs were quickly spread wide on the other, the big black monster that couldn't fit in her mouth soon positioned between her legs. Holy shit. Even Trent had never seen his friend that hard, and Carter grinned as he took Christie's legs on his shoulder and pushed his big black cock into her in one thrust. It probably would've caused her to cry out, but soon Antonio was fucking her face with his own considerably hard length, the two foreign born football players pistoning their lengths into her with reckless abandon as her body was pushed between them.
Thread: Four Suits of the Tarot

Casket, this belongs in the group rp section.
Thread: Four Suits of the Tarot

KINGDOM OF CLUBS VALHALLA After years of war and infighting a true king has finally arisen and now the bloody battles have given way to a new era of modernism. The new king would like to push his kingdom into the court of global affairs. With years of pillaging as their soul source of income the new nation seeks to reach out to the other surrounding kingdoms and start proper trade. The land a Vahalla is cold for the majority of the year and so only the heartiest crops thrive in the fjord pocked landscape. Fishing the oceans is their soul foodstuff although they do tend livestock in the form of yak. One of the commodities they are interested in putting out in the world market is their proud warrior stock. With the kingdom of Spades monopolizing the military and policing of the continent, Valhalla is willing to offer their services as an alternate option for the other cities' defenses. Although much like the modern day mafia, the way they chosen to market this is by attacking other cities to prove their armies merit. King Erik Holstead is the man who has united the northern lands which is a feat which no other seeker of the crown has done before him. Backed by an army of fierce berserker warriors and a fleet of longboats, his forces have decimated any that refuse to bend their knee to his will. He has levied the support of several major Jarls Barons of the Nordic clans by allowing them to keep their lands and kingdoms as long as they pledge their allegiance to him and him alone. With no Queen he lacks the ability to provide a proper heir and rumor has it he is looking to marry a noble woman from one of the three other kingdoms in order to secure alliances.
Thread: Four Suits of the Tarot

KINGDOM OF SPADES MARS Peace and war...that was the the flesh and blood of the kingdom of spades. If a soldier where to be asked why he had joined the Army of spades he would simply answer... It is my being and growing up the way of life I slowly have come to embrace...nothing can tear me away from the life I was born into living in my kingdom, I honorably have and will continue to serve my people and my home... The kingdom of spades can be described as the ghost of war. seemingly appearing out of nowhere against enemy forces. Their soldiers are simply enduring, loyal, and surprisingly hard to kill, they are the masters of war, brilliant tacticians using everything around them as a weapon including their kingdom itself, surrounded by high cliff side walls, shifting deserts, and dangerous mountain paths. The kingdom has become as the sands themselves shifting and changing, making their powerful generals brilliant and cunning strategist winning them many wars. Their temper changing like the sand, aggressive and unforgiving. Their forces dominating the land around them. They are calm brilliant thinking people who have become more diplomatic of the other regions offering their protection in exchange for resources not found in the deserts. Through this method of trade they have become a nation who is relied on the most from their allies being able to make their kingdom a reasonable place for its citizens to live and grow comfortably. Main characters General of ground forces sarkhan vol He is the most famous general of the land that has brought the kingdom it's fame for having the best army. He is the leader of the foot soldiers and the ground forces Mostly leading the main force on the frontline. He likes using cavalry the most though values his foot soldiers as much as the cavalry. He has a very explosive temper though is usually calm even when there are major odds stacked against his forces, he always finds a way. General of air force Kira She is the general of the Air Force, her forces commanding the nightmare Griffins, Griffins that are very intelligent as their soldiers with all black feathers and purple eyes. Kira leads her kingdoms night raid forces separate from khans army. She is rather quiet, being mostly passive aggressive. Kira does not like to wait for anything and is extremely loyal to the kingdom carrying out her orders exactly as they are presented with no regret or remorse.
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RE Craving a Space Aged Adventure! Mf Really hoping to find someone to go on an adventure with!
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RE Craving a Space Aged Adventure! Mf Space? Anyone?
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RE Craving a Space Aged Adventure! Mf Bumping
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RE Craving a Space Aged Adventure! Mf Space? Anyone for space? Space? I'm really good at spaxe.
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RE Craving a Space Aged Adventure! Mf Living this to the top.
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RE LOOKING FOR SPACE ADVENTURES MF Anyone wanna head into space?
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RE LOOKING FOR SPACE ADVENTURES MF Spacey in Space!
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Thread: Freedom on Two Wheels (Salinaahmed & Casketslinger)

Eighteen-year-old Serena watched the protests on television taking place in San Francisco on her parents new color television. Her dad walked over and flipped off the set. Hippy communists, he muttered in his accented English. But daddy, she protested. President Johnsons bombing innocent people in Vietnam. Her father paled. Go to your room. He had immigrated to this country as a child and served in the Paratroopers during World War II. He didnt tolerate disrespect toward his adopted country or its president. Serena was a pretty girl who had graduated from high school a few weeks ago and dreamed of going to college. Five feet, five and a half inches tall, she weighed 118 pounds and had a lush, curvy figure with a full, ripe bust that easily filled her 36D bra. She had a tiny 22-inch waist. Her hips were 37 inches and she had long dark brown hair that curled wildly when it was wet. Her golden brown eyes and light olive skin tone were warm and attractive. As Serenas mother walked in, Serena crouched at the top of the stairs listening as her dad and mom spoke. Its time we marry her off, her father said. Shes getting ideas and Im not happy with the idea of her going to college. To many boys, shell get in trouble. Her mother nodded as Serena strained to hear the conversation. Ill put out feelers. There are many nice boys. Ill talk to the priest. Serenas family were Orthodox Christians and they attended Church regularly. She knew the priest would agree. Her cheeks paled and she rose and vanished into her room. She didnt want to get married. She wanted to live life. She wanted excitement and adventure. Later that evening, she snuck downstairs and called her boyfriend, Michael. He wasnt someone her parents would approve of and she even had her doubts, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Mike, I will go with you to San Francisco. This was how she ended up with a green duffle bag filled with her clothes and toiletries sitting at her feet in some dusty town outside of Barstow. Mike had expectations that she wasnt prepared to fill and he had unceremoniously dumped her at a gas station. Now, she was faced with calling her parents but they would kill her! Or what? It was four and she knew that she had to do something. Maybe she could get a job in a diner? She wouldn't cry! If she kept telling herself that, maybe it would become true. She glanced down at her scuffed white sneakers and bare ankles. She wore a loose peasant style dress that had bands of blue and yellow and she had ribbons in her hair. She had felt so cool this morning, but then Mike wanted sex. She wasn't ready yet. What an asshole, she thought. Couldn't he at least have wooed her a little instead of abandoning her?
Thread: Freedom on Two Wheels (Salinaahmed & Casketslinger)

Johnny rolled into the gas station as the sun was starting to drop below the horizon. The ride to Barstow had been brutal but he was almost to the pot farm where he was supposed to meet his contact. The gas tank on the bike was bone dry and he coasted in on fumes, letting his bike roll up to the pumps where an elderly attendant stood at the ready. Fill'er up. Johnny said to the old man and got off of his bike to stretch out his sore back. Johnny scanned the parking lot looking to see if there were any bathrooms so he could drain himself. It was then he saw the pretty little hippy girl standing off to the side of the building. Her dufflebag told him that she wasn't just some local or the old man's daughter, she was adrift. Johnny sauntered over toward her, scanning her busty form through the summer dress and wonder what her innocent little pussy tasted like. He walked slowly and deliberately, his muscled sweaty, tattooed chest exposed through the unbuttoned denim vest. He reached up and pulled his dark aviator shades down his nose and looked into her shy eyes. Hey there little lady, Looks like you might need a ride somewhere and as a gentleman I'd be amiss to let you stay out here when the sun is going down. You even ridden a on a motorcycle? Johnny asked, a smirk curling on his lips when he called himself a gentleman. The truth was that he was hoping she'd take him up on the offer because he knew exactly what would happen to that dress when the cool evening breeze from the backseat of his bike would blow it up and expose her thighs when he hit sixty.
Thread: Freedom on Two Wheels (Salinaahmed & Casketslinger)

Serena had never thought of herself as a particular sexual girl. But when the tall man with tattoos walked up to her, she felt a hot, erotic flush of desire run down her spine and an it was like her body came alive. He looked wild and dangerous. She knew that she shouldnt talk to him, but wow! When he started to talk, she blushed deeply. Ive never been on a motorcycle. I dont know if I should her voice trailed off, but both of them knew shed already made up her mind. This was an adventure. Her golden eyes looked up and up until they met his and she tried to figure out what color they were exactly. I dont really have any place to go, she finally said, shrugging helplessly. Then she gestured toward her duffle bag. It had actually been her dads bad when he was in the service. She had over packed and it was heavy. Would this even fit on your motorcycle?
Thread: Freedom on Two Wheels (Salinaahmed & Casketslinger)

Johnny's dark blue eyes twinkled in the setting sun and he could see her looking at his chest, nervously glancing downward at her bag. Yeah sure sweety, I can tie it off to my handlebars. He said and then reached down and picked it up before she had a chance to change her mind. No place to go huh? Well you can stay with me if you need a place to crash. My buddies and I got a clubhouse with some spare beds if you need a place to hang out for a while. Right now I'm headed up north to a farm, got a meeting with a farmer about some business and then we can go back to my place if ya want. Sound good? Johnny asked, the devilishly handsome smile flashing his silver eyetooth. Johnny turned and started walking toward his bike with her bag. Come on beautiful...what do you got to lose anyway? Either you can hop on an see what sort of adventures await you or call mommy and daddy and beg them to come pick you up, choice is yours. Johnny said, guessing she was another runaway hippie girl.
Thread: Freedom on Two Wheels (Salinaahmed & Casketslinger)

Her heart went thump as she looked into his dark blue eyes. Being called sweetie sounded so right on his lips. She fixed her eyes on his mouth for a moment imagining what he might taste like, a little salty, she thought. Mike had always left her cold. Oh, she enjoyed the kisses they had shared, but he didnt excite her. This man excited Serena. Id love to crash with you for a few days, she told him as she watched him strap her duffle bag in place. No way in hell was she calling her mom and dad. Her dad had once threatened to shave her head if she ever strayed with a white boy. And he wasnt joking. Plus, she knew her dad wouldnt believe nothing had happened serious with Mike. Adventures sounds fun, she told the man as she slid onto the back of his motorcycle, her dress hiking up around her waist, exposing her golden legs. She wasnt so naive as to believe he wouldnt expect something from her when they arrived. But this was the 1960s and a girl could enjoy sex too. She just hoped he wouldnt realize she was a virgin if she actually did anything with him.
Thread: Freedom on Two Wheels (Salinaahmed & Casketslinger)

Serena wrapped her arms around Johnny and held on tight. She shivered as he gripped her naked thigh, the touch felt dangerously wrong, but exciting. Oh, so very exciting. I will hold on tight, she told him, giving a disdainful glance at the older gas station attendant. The beauty of the 1960s was people were free to have fun and live life now. They werent trapped in their parents old ways. This was the United States, not the old country. She laughed and flipped her hair. Dont worry about me, Ill be just fine with Johnny. As the engine started up, she cringed, it was so loud and set up a vibration between her thighs that had her feeling incredibly alive. They pulled out onto the road, the wind whipping both of their hair. She clung tighter as they headed into gear and squealed with fear and delight when the big bike lifted up on one tire. Oh my God, she screamed, thought she doubted he heard her. If Johnny was taking her to the gates of hell, she felt like he was tough enough to make sure nothing happened to her. It was a gritty long journey on the bike and after getting a few bugs in her mouth and nose as well as a mix of grit and sweat on her arms, the romance of the ride faded a bit. She was shivering by the time darkness fell and they pulled into an old farm of some sort. There was an old grey bearded man dancing to some unheard of tune when she finally slid off the bike and practically fell. Her legs had fallen asleep and her arms ached from hanging on so tightly. It was beautiful though and she could smell pine in the distance. This was a true adventure. She swallowed hard when she saw the revolver. Her dad had a gun he kept in a lock box in her room, but she had never held, let alone fired, one. But a man on the road would need to protect himself. So while she was shocked, she didnt say anything. Instead, she offered a shy smile looking up at him. Of course, youre able to protect me too, she said. As he pulled out what she knew was drugs, she shook her head. Oh I dont think I should, she said. She knew some of her friends experimented with pot and LSD, but she wasnt sure what he was injecting. Maybe he was diabetic? No, thats silly, she thought. Its not insulin. She wasnt that naive! She reached out and ran her hand along his arm, the same arm he had just injected. Youve got a lot of tattoos, she said softly. Youre a living work of art. What meeting was he talking about, she wondered.
Thread: Freedom on Two Wheels (Salinaahmed & Casketslinger)

Serena had felt a thrill go down her body when Johnny mentioned giving her a tattoo. She didnt actually want a tattoo, but his comment had her saying, Serena and Johnny Johnny and Serena in her mind with little hearts around the two names. It was girlish and silly, but she couldnt help the way her mind worked. Johnny was so outrageously off the hook cool compared to anyone else in her young life. He was dangerous, she didnt pretend this asnt a fact. But she felt like he was probably a good person in his heart. She liked to think she was a good judge of people. And as he explained what was going down, she felt a certain pride that he trusted her. I can handle it Johnny, she said, secretly thrilling at being called baby. It felt like they were a team. She quickly jumped back on the bike, her slender arms wrapping around his waist this time as if she were an old pro. What happened next as the men postured back and forth scared her. Shed never even seen a shot gun or touched a gun. But Johnny looked hard and tough and in charge. She kept her gaze veiled, looking down and up through her lashes, not wanting to draw any attention to herself. It was only when her name started coming up that her heart began to pound like kick drum. She reached out and kind of hung on Johnnys belt, not wanting to leave his side, but not wanting to be a baby either. Slowly, she followed Jeb. Shed faced people commenting on the fact that her skin was browner than the white girls shed been in high school before. But still, the way Jeb said it left her feeling a little sick to her stomach. Id like some water, I think, she said softy. Neighbor girl!? Ya Kalb she thought to herself, an expression her father used whenever someone was unworthy of respect, a dog. But she didnt say it out loud. Instead, she maintained a quiet, non-threatening expression and tried not to look Jeb directly in his threatening eyes.