1. Nymmph Apocalypse


    Date: 9/13/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Girls domination, Group Sex, Rape, Stockholm Syndrome, Author: ufpe, Source: sexstories.com

    Nympho Apocalypse by Dave It had been a particularly challenging week filled with last minute shipping modifications. The annual ordering cycle signaling the beginning of the holiday season had begun. Soon overtime would be mandatory bringing bloated paychecks and exhaustion. Realizing my precious free time would soon be spent preparing for the holidays, I decided to forego my normal Friday night social activities in pursuit of one of my most endearing pastimes; photography. Although there was a high overcast draping the harbor, the air was crisp and clean providing a near perfect environment for the long exposures required to capture the city lights and shipping traffic. I quickly gathered my equipment and my heavy parka to stave off the moist winter chill. With a quick note to April, my current bed warmer, I jumped into my F-150 and into the insanity of the Friday night commute. I had met April quite by chance when I took one of my crew to the hospital with a back injury. She was extremely helpful with the mandatory paper work, and we hit it off almost immediately. With a small, well-toned frame, small budding breasts and long fine sandy hair, I was physically drawn to her immediately. Soon, we joined our fortunes and moved into our newly purchased condo. Our sexuality was quickly tempered by our work schedules and we soon settled into a warm friendship that rivaled any either of us had previously known. At times I hungered for greater sexual spontaneity and frequency, ...
    but resigned myself to the joys we shared while embracing by the fire or under the warmth of our down comforter. Somehow we knew that our cohabitation was a precursor to a lifetime together. It seemed like forever to reach the vacant streets surrounded by silent, towering warehouses along the waterfront. Stoically, they framed the lapping murky waves guarding their treasures silently as they watched the timeless tides ebb and flow. What tales they could tell if we could only hear them. The lights of the city sparkled in the still evening air like stars, reflected on the water like twinkling gems. Automobile lights could be seen streaking through the maze of streets across the bay pausing only for the blazing red glare of traffic lights while the amber street lights about them glowed - silent sentries chasing the darkness into obscure corners where few dared tread. It was a timeless canvas awaiting capture. My adrenaline surged as I quickly surveyed the best sites for set-up. Far above the cloud cover, the remnants of the Temple-Tuttle comet streaked towards the atmosphere, anxiously observed by amateur and professional astronomers across Earths' darkened hemisphere where weather permitted. Hundreds of unearthly chunks thundered through the atmosphere before exploding into a brilliant array of colors that flared briefly before turning into microcosmic dust. As in countless episodes throughout history the alien “star stuff” was pulled downward by the spinning iron core of the ...
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