Lefty idiot criticizes breeders as “irresponsible” for having kids. Just white people having kids, I’m assuming, even though they have the lowest birthrates compared to Hispanice, Muslims, all 3rd world shithole countries’ birthrates.
(photos courtesy Frannie Lebovitz)
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by Marie LeClare
“I’m going out to the library.” I said to my mom, as I was almost out the door.
“Where to?” she asked, reminding me not to make myself a nuisance.
Rolling my eyes, I said, “to the library where I can do a little research on something for school.”
I had to lie to my rents because at home they had put Net Nanny, or something, on our computer. At the library I could see the lesbian pictures and movies I craved.
Arriving at the library a few minutes later I went to take a seat at a computer in the corner that is nearly hidden from everyone. Sitting down in the chair I logged on to the Internet and went to check my e-mail, but all I had was tons of spam. It was then that I decided to find and look at some lesbian porn web sites.
After a few minutes I noticed this beautiful woman that was coming my way so I quickly closed off the sites so that she couldn’t see my screen.
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by drinkitbitch from an idea by Marie LeClare
Jan and Prof. Gash prepare to harvest the blood and tissue needed for their revolutionary serum, A9k, which can restore youth, health and sexual prowess to old lesbians. unfortunately for young teen lesbians ensnared in their web, they are going to lose something they find very precious in order to allow Jan and the Prof to keep producing the drug.
Now came the time for the really important material to be harvested. The spreaders held both girls’ thighs apart and gave the Prof full access to their swollen little pussies, juice running freely as Jan tweaked their nipples and kissed each in turn deeply. Marie was the first to approach the exact moment of orgasm the Prof needed so the got between the girl’s legs and just as Marie crested the wave of orgasm with Jan’s fingers pistoning out of her butt and rubbing her G-spot with a single finger, Gash placed her scapel at the extreme base of Marie’s clit and with a single, elegant motion relieved the girl of her teenage clitoris, the center of her sexual being.
Marie came so hard her body convulsed, she screamed and cried and pussy juice shot into the air and landed on her belly, a good cup or ore, running down between her legs and down her asscrack to pool up on the bedcover and soak into her asshole. The Prof. took 3 tiny stitches so that it would leave no scar, and you’d never enen know she had had a clit before this. Since most of the time it had lain hidden under the clit hood, no one but Marie herself and a very intimate lover would be able to tell it was gone.
by drinkitbitch from an idea by Marie LeClare
Jan had been living two lives. During the daytime she was a good worker at the mall security office, wearing only conservative clothes that hid the curves beneath, and driving an older Taurus car. With her hair pulled back in a bun and wearing no makeup her modest appearance wouldn’t suggest that underneath that facade was a completely different person.
The different person would appear after the sun went down and Jan became a rich debutante lesbian, driving her sporty BMW convertible, and dancing until dawn with many young attractive lesbian women at the local lesbian nightclub.
The only problem was that Jan was neither rich nor a debutante and couldn’t carry on her lifestyle without more money, and Jan had contrived a way to get a regular supply. She used the talents of another lesbian friend of hers, a molecular scientist from Berkeley, to devise various drugs they used in their enterprise.
The first thing she needed was a way to subdue the young girls she entrapped via her authority as a security officer. That one was easy, because her accomplice, Prof. Lillian Gash, had been working on an Exstacy/opiod drug for quite a while in order to seduce young girls and have her way with them, something for which she had a profound fetish.
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by drinkitbitch from an idea by Marie LeClare
Berkeley, California, home of the University of California – the home of 14 year old Mari and 16 year old Marie.
As they rode their bikes to the mall, Mari said to Marie “I didn’t wear any panties”, with a big assed smile. “No way”, Marie said, a little shocked.
“Way”, Mari replied. “I’m going to flash the guys.”
As they giggled their way to the mall, Jan, the 50ish something security guard was making her rounds. Jan liked it there because she liked seeing the young girls who she adored. Fantasizing what she would do to them in the office, and there wasn’t much work to do at the mall. Being in such a safe and secure neighborhood.
After Marie, who was 1 year older, had returned from the restroom, she announced, “I took my panties off too and stuffed them in my bag”.
As Mari sat there, at the table with her legs parted, she started to talk sex with Marie, who was starting to get hot. “Feel my pussy”, Marie said, “it’s wet”. As Mari reached over to touch Marie’s pussy, she said, “feel me too”.
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by Marie LeClare
As some of y’all know I’ve been experiencing health problems for the past few years and have had to spend some time in the hospital.
So it should come as no shock that I was back in the hospital again, but fortunately I had a couple of nurses as friends, sistas if you will, because we’re lesbians.
Although my bud Gina wasn’t working my floor I got to see her every day and asked how I could send an e-mail to my girlfriend so she wouldn’t worry, and Gina said she would do what she could.
It had to be 3 in the morning when Gina ducked into my room to see if I was sleeping, which I wasn’t, and she told me I could use the nurses lounge while her and a friend had some fun.
I couldn’t think who Gina had the hots for because the only nurse on duty was the head nurse Ruth, who I thought was a real bitch. She was about 50, with short gray hair, an athletic figure, and never seemed to smile. Boy was I wrong.
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by NtroPQueen
Here we are at the end of the series, I know there’s only 18, so I’m stoked I get to wrap up the list with my sexy story. Hope we do more of these runs, it’s been fantastic interacting with the other girls and trying to top them! See you next series!
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by Marie LeClare
Getting out of the shower I could hear the roar of her Harley Hog pulling up outside. Poosi was home and when she rode that hog she got mean, I mean, real mean. I loved riding the bitch seat holding on to her and the smell of the leather almost drove me crazy. It’s a good thing I had shaved and douched with her favorite flavor, strawberry. She had been out all night, and had probably been at the motorcycle club she hung out at and picked up some other bitch. I could tell if I smell pussy on her, what she had been doing.
The door burst opened and Poosi stood there with her leather chaps and the rest of her gear on, and I couldn’t stay mad, at least not while my pussy was leaking. She always made me ! hot. She had that look on her face that said, don’t even ask cunt.
Melting I asked, “Where have you been?”
Poosi didn’t even look up as she threw her jacket on the chair. “I waited up for you all night long and was worried about you. You’ve been with another bitch haven’t you?”
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by Marie LeClare
I don’t know why they called me the porno queen, but that’s how the publicity read from the studio with my new video “Where the Girls Are,” and I had to visit some of the adult stores in England to sign autographs.
This was not like the opening of a major movie studio’s movie with all the news media. It was just I visiting the stores to meet customers and sign autographs.
So as I climbed aboard the big silver tube to fly to England I hoped I might meet somebody for some fun like I had on a previous trips, but no such luck, and I was bored stiff.
Having confused the hours I arrived at the adult store early just as the clerk was tidying up for the start of her day, and knocked on the door.
When she opened the door she was so excited that she almost couldn’t speak, saying “Oh my it’s you, I mean you’re early, we’re not open yet, please come in, I don’t have the tea on yet.”
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