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[Various artists] 🎱 The refuge of my Western
- Thread starter tanuno
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- group-sex incest
tanuno
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[SirNoddy] - Rock candy
"Now, Poppy Tupper and Ginny Talbot sat facing each other, close enough for their cute noses to almost touch. Both ladies had been stripped totally naked, save for their high heels, and secured atop a fiendish double sybian contraption. The two women squirmed in discomfort at the girthy intruders that they had been made to sit on, which vibrated for seemingly random lengths and at changing intervals, shocking them with bursts of forced pleasure that caused delightful squeals and moans. A short leash connected to the collars around their necks kept their faces in close proximity.
Both ladies were gagged with the same object - a large, phallic-shaped piece of peppermint candy. Poppy was forced to suck on one end and Ginny the other. The candy filling their mouths was causing a steady stream of drool to dribble down from their plump lips and land on their exposed tits, which were already glistening with sweat and wobbling wonderfully as the ladies wiggled atop the device. Like a rocking horse, it would sometimes “buck” and tilt one way or the other, forcing one of the women to deep-throat the candy cane gag until the device swung back the other way."
"Now, Poppy Tupper and Ginny Talbot sat facing each other, close enough for their cute noses to almost touch. Both ladies had been stripped totally naked, save for their high heels, and secured atop a fiendish double sybian contraption. The two women squirmed in discomfort at the girthy intruders that they had been made to sit on, which vibrated for seemingly random lengths and at changing intervals, shocking them with bursts of forced pleasure that caused delightful squeals and moans. A short leash connected to the collars around their necks kept their faces in close proximity.
Both ladies were gagged with the same object - a large, phallic-shaped piece of peppermint candy. Poppy was forced to suck on one end and Ginny the other. The candy filling their mouths was causing a steady stream of drool to dribble down from their plump lips and land on their exposed tits, which were already glistening with sweat and wobbling wonderfully as the ladies wiggled atop the device. Like a rocking horse, it would sometimes “buck” and tilt one way or the other, forcing one of the women to deep-throat the candy cane gag until the device swung back the other way."
tanuno
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[SirNoddy] - My Valentine
Miss Poppy's boyfriend bought her a lovely new skirt for Valentines Day. It was very, very tight - and rather draughty too!
Mind you, from her expression you might think that the ungrateful creature is particularly pleased with the gift! Or is she reacting to her boyfriend's suggestion? Well, I'm sure I don't know what that might be!!
Miss Poppy's boyfriend bought her a lovely new skirt for Valentines Day. It was very, very tight - and rather draughty too!
Mind you, from her expression you might think that the ungrateful creature is particularly pleased with the gift! Or is she reacting to her boyfriend's suggestion? Well, I'm sure I don't know what that might be!!
tanuno
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[SirNoddy] - Slobberer
One of her kinks is imagining what might happen if one of her randy old charges fails to take his sedatives. Well, I think this image presents a distinct outcome possibility.
Even if an old pervert no longer has his own teeth, he may still be able to deliver a jolly good gumming!
One of her kinks is imagining what might happen if one of her randy old charges fails to take his sedatives. Well, I think this image presents a distinct outcome possibility.
Even if an old pervert no longer has his own teeth, he may still be able to deliver a jolly good gumming!
tanuno
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[SirNoddy] - Goblin gang
The story:
Once upon a time a sorry band of dark elves, also known as Gloop Goblins, were lolling around, deep in Frog Wood. They were very glum and gloomy.
“Oh, mates,” groaned one ugly little fellow, “Me dingle, it do ache so. It fair desires to be a pluggin’ some nice big, soft bazongas!”
“Arr,” said another, “but no pretty wenches do go a-wanderin’ in these woods no more, for fear of bein’ covered in 'ot slime, and royally rogered by us poor goblins!”
Several bottom lips wobbled as the band of sorry goblins considered their unhappy situation. Another said, “I is so desperit I may go and rumple yonder oak tree agin – but I doesn’t want any more splinters in my dingle!”
A cloud of dejection settled upon the goblins – when suddenly, there came the sound of a sweet, girlish refrain, with many a gay “la, la, la”.
Ears pricked up as the charming sound drifted towards them. Pointy green noses also wiggled as the perfumed scent of a maiden tickled their nostrils! Then other appendages began to prick up, too. If you’d listened closely you might have heard a funny twanging noise – the sound of thick, sticky, leathery, dribbling green goblin dingles, stretching and standing to attention…
And then, into the shady woodland glade, stepped Sir Noddy’s assistant, Dexie, on her way to a fancy dress party – in a Marilyn costume, of all things, and completely oblivious to the gluey, gummy, gloopy fate that awaited her!
The story:
Once upon a time a sorry band of dark elves, also known as Gloop Goblins, were lolling around, deep in Frog Wood. They were very glum and gloomy.
“Oh, mates,” groaned one ugly little fellow, “Me dingle, it do ache so. It fair desires to be a pluggin’ some nice big, soft bazongas!”
“Arr,” said another, “but no pretty wenches do go a-wanderin’ in these woods no more, for fear of bein’ covered in 'ot slime, and royally rogered by us poor goblins!”
Several bottom lips wobbled as the band of sorry goblins considered their unhappy situation. Another said, “I is so desperit I may go and rumple yonder oak tree agin – but I doesn’t want any more splinters in my dingle!”
A cloud of dejection settled upon the goblins – when suddenly, there came the sound of a sweet, girlish refrain, with many a gay “la, la, la”.
Ears pricked up as the charming sound drifted towards them. Pointy green noses also wiggled as the perfumed scent of a maiden tickled their nostrils! Then other appendages began to prick up, too. If you’d listened closely you might have heard a funny twanging noise – the sound of thick, sticky, leathery, dribbling green goblin dingles, stretching and standing to attention…
And then, into the shady woodland glade, stepped Sir Noddy’s assistant, Dexie, on her way to a fancy dress party – in a Marilyn costume, of all things, and completely oblivious to the gluey, gummy, gloopy fate that awaited her!
tanuno
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[SirNoddy] - Competition
There’s a rare vacancy in the typing pool at the Pokeham Rope Co. Ltd – and, oh dear, Katie Perkins and Poppy Tupper have both gone for it.
Mr Horace Tremblecock, the head of HR, has rigorously tested them both, for their typing ability, shorthand speed, and whether they could make the perfect cup of tea! Their proficiency in all these assessments was excellent, I must say.
At the end of an exhaustive interview, and various other trials, there was nothing to choose between them. So – it would have to come down to the Oral Exam!
Obviously, the ability to work under pressure and constraint is most important, so it was essential to remove all their clothing and tie them up with Pokeham’s famous hemp rope.
Then Mr Tremblecock explained his “carrot and stick” approach to the final exam. It wasn’t a real carrot, I have to admit, but the stick was real enough – and wicked old Horace was not afraid to use the dratted thing to persuade both girls to take the competition to its inevitable conclusion!
There’s a rare vacancy in the typing pool at the Pokeham Rope Co. Ltd – and, oh dear, Katie Perkins and Poppy Tupper have both gone for it.
Mr Horace Tremblecock, the head of HR, has rigorously tested them both, for their typing ability, shorthand speed, and whether they could make the perfect cup of tea! Their proficiency in all these assessments was excellent, I must say.
At the end of an exhaustive interview, and various other trials, there was nothing to choose between them. So – it would have to come down to the Oral Exam!
Obviously, the ability to work under pressure and constraint is most important, so it was essential to remove all their clothing and tie them up with Pokeham’s famous hemp rope.
Then Mr Tremblecock explained his “carrot and stick” approach to the final exam. It wasn’t a real carrot, I have to admit, but the stick was real enough – and wicked old Horace was not afraid to use the dratted thing to persuade both girls to take the competition to its inevitable conclusion!
tanuno
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[SirNoddy] - Dexie's nightmare
The other day, I was probing the dark subconscious of my good friend Dexie, who has a presence here on AU, and also lurks on DeleteArt - all in the interests of science, you understand. She was telling me about her nightmares - always a good place to start!
If you were to meet Dexie you'd notice that she's a studious, serious, sensible, bespectacled lass. You'd also maybe observe that she is in possession of remarkable boobs!
Every night, as she drops off to sleep, she dreams she's visited by The King of the Goblins - a hideous, green, slimy creatures, with only one evil, salacious thought on his mind.
Hmmm - interesting, I said.
She said she realised that these nightmares were simply a manifestation of her inner confusion, and that the goblin's unseemly assault on her boobs was only a metaphor; her subconscious' attempt to make sense of everyday life.
I consulted my psychotherapy books, and was obliged to put her right - the goblin isn't an illusion, he's real...and he lives under her bed!
The other day, I was probing the dark subconscious of my good friend Dexie, who has a presence here on AU, and also lurks on DeleteArt - all in the interests of science, you understand. She was telling me about her nightmares - always a good place to start!
If you were to meet Dexie you'd notice that she's a studious, serious, sensible, bespectacled lass. You'd also maybe observe that she is in possession of remarkable boobs!
Every night, as she drops off to sleep, she dreams she's visited by The King of the Goblins - a hideous, green, slimy creatures, with only one evil, salacious thought on his mind.
Hmmm - interesting, I said.
She said she realised that these nightmares were simply a manifestation of her inner confusion, and that the goblin's unseemly assault on her boobs was only a metaphor; her subconscious' attempt to make sense of everyday life.
I consulted my psychotherapy books, and was obliged to put her right - the goblin isn't an illusion, he's real...and he lives under her bed!
tanuno
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[SirNoddy] - Tinkle tinkle
Off to Pokeham Museum today to witness a fascinating demonstration of a newly-restored device – a witch testing oven!
It’s quite a rare instrument, dating from the 1820s, which involves the gentle warming of the rumps of suspected witches. Each wench is carefully stripped off, securely roped, and decorated with a set of golden nipple chimes which will tinkle merrily – if the young lady is, indeed, a witch!
Aunt Frances and her blonde, tattooed friend Izzy, eagerly volunteered to be “tested” – well, I say “eagerly”; it was rather difficult to tell, them being so efficiently muffled! But, I have to admit, that the ladies seemed to wriggle and squirm enthusiastically from the start! They were already quite hot, even before the kindly old museum curator lit the boiler fire.
Now, we live in an enlightened age, and despite the almost constant tinkling of the little bells throughout the delightfully amusing display, I’m quite sure neither Frances nor Izzy is actually a witch. But one never really knows, does one?
Off to Pokeham Museum today to witness a fascinating demonstration of a newly-restored device – a witch testing oven!
It’s quite a rare instrument, dating from the 1820s, which involves the gentle warming of the rumps of suspected witches. Each wench is carefully stripped off, securely roped, and decorated with a set of golden nipple chimes which will tinkle merrily – if the young lady is, indeed, a witch!
Aunt Frances and her blonde, tattooed friend Izzy, eagerly volunteered to be “tested” – well, I say “eagerly”; it was rather difficult to tell, them being so efficiently muffled! But, I have to admit, that the ladies seemed to wriggle and squirm enthusiastically from the start! They were already quite hot, even before the kindly old museum curator lit the boiler fire.
Now, we live in an enlightened age, and despite the almost constant tinkling of the little bells throughout the delightfully amusing display, I’m quite sure neither Frances nor Izzy is actually a witch. But one never really knows, does one?
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good art work