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When Arthur’s car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, the last thing he expects is a warm welcome from the locals. He’s a hotshot from the big city. If he’d known how friendly buxom farmgirls could be, he’d have skipped town long ago! Once he’s manhandled by a farmgirl with more, will he ever go home again?
Futa Farmgirl appears in the anthology Futa Fantasies.
Melanie tells Stephen his payment for letting him stay is to help her around the house with some things that have been neglected since her divorce.
Turns out that's not going to be a problem as the first thing Stephen is told to tend to is the needs of Melanie herself!
After Alison posted to the internet a homemade porno of her girlfriend jilling-off to an orgasm, hundreds of women responded asking for help. Who knew so many women don’t know how their lady parts work? They draw up a business plan, and the name of their new enterprise is Come Again. These beautiful women fulfill the American dream: making house calls to teach women how to masturbate.
In ‘China Dragon,’ the team meets its most provocative client: a beautiful and wealthy Asian-American widow with a dark secret—and a smoldering desire for Moriah, the Come Again team’s youngest member.
“She’s climbing,” Professor Slutz said, her eyes glued to the monitor. “Approaching seven hundred Kinseys.”
“Let me know the moment she stabilizes,” Professor Balzac said as he humped inside Remy. One hand gripped Remy’s hip, while the thumb of his other hand gently massaged her.
“Six-eighty-five, six-ninety, six-ninety, six-ninety….”
“Dammit, woman, I said tell me …”
“She’s steady at six-ninety-five. What next?”
“We don’t have a case unless she climbs to seven fifty,” Professor Balzac muttered. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he quickened his pace. “Let’s go into full deposition mode.”
After a nod from Professor Slutz, the interns jabbed buttons and threw switches. The lights came up, and the large conference table lowered into the floor. The ceiling panels drew back, revealing a sea of faces in a circular balcony surrounding the room.
The conference room had transformed into a large, high-tech surgical theater filled with students peering down at Remy, strapped into her chair, and Professor Balzac humping maniacally. Below, nearly a dozen interns, lawyers and technicians milled about the operating theater.