The Busty Blonde Wives Of Titshurt
Copyright© 2007 by Jennifer Nugent
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - All the wives in the wealthy, secluded town of Titshurt are beautiful young blondes with massive tits, and Tara thinks it's odd that none of them object to the cruel, unnecessary torments being forced on their tender breasts, day and night! Why do these women put up with it? The other wives keep telling Tara she'll find out on Saturday night, and sure enough, Tara soon discovers: Seven days of boob-abuse is worth the relief these sexy young wives receive at the weekly Titshurt Town Meeting!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Reluctant Rape Coercion BiSexual Heterosexual Humor Cheating BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Spanking Humiliation Sadistic Torture Swinging Group Sex Interracial White Couple Black Male White Male White Female Oral Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism Voyeurism Size Leg Fetish 2nd POV
"Bras are required at all times on all Titshurt wives!"
Preston excused himself during lunch, telling Tara he had left his wallet in one of the bags and needed to go to their room to retrieve it. That's funny, Tara thought when he was gone. He drove all the way from California with his driver's license in the trunk? That doesn't sound like Preston.
Tara began looking around the ornate hotel restaurant, and noticed that the only other female patrons were, like she and Danielle, lovely young blondes with massive boobs. Both women smiled at Tara when she made eye contact with them, but mixed with those smiles was that same expression of uneasy dismay. And, like Danielle, both women gawked unabashedly at Tara's braless tits.
Tara looked away, admiring the huge etched-glass front window, then noticed Danielle outside, across the street.
Danielle was talking to the town sheriff, a muscular, attractive man in his forties who was perched in a wooden chair on the sidewalk in front of his office. Danielle appeared to be motioning to her own breasts a couple of times, then in the direction of the hotel.
Preston returned a few minutes later, and for some reason he made a point of showing Tara his wallet. "Yep, here it is," he said, grinning sheepishly. Tara wondered what Preston had really been up to, but decided against starting an argument on their first day in the new town.
After lunch, the couple crossed the dirt street to the real estate office. The street wasn't at all dusty, but packed firm, and Preston explained that a steamroller compacted the surface once a week to keep the dust down in the dry months, and to keep the mud to a minimum in the late fall and early spring.
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