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Loneliness had become an unwelcome companion in the frigid winter nights of Agrabah. The days were still warm, but the desert cold swept through the palace with a viciousness that reminded Jasmine of vizier Jafar’s smile.

Ex-vizier, she reminded herself. He was a genie now, powerless and buried hundreds of feet under the desert sand in his own cave of wonders, where she hoped he would stay for the next ten thousand years.

She sighed and wrapped her woolen cloak tighter about her, looking out over the town where she had first ventured to find the man of her dreams, her beloved Aladdin. With the passing of her father, however, he had been named Sultan of Agrabah, and one of the consequences of his coronation was the slew of invitations to visit other Sultanates and confirm his position among them.

Not that there was any chance of war. Agrabah was a comfortable city that served its people well. Once, it had been an incredibly busy trading city along the profitable Myrrh Road, but the valley to the north had not seen rain in many years and the city there had vanished into the encroaching desert, taking the Myrrh Road with it. Agrabah’s charm along the Myrrh Road had been its powerful spring that fed their agriculture and kept them alive. Smaller now, poorer in riches but richer in spirit, Agrabah had become one of the most beautiful and self-sufficient sultanates in all of Allah’s lands, but it possessed little that would lead another warlord against it.

Her hands were freezing as she leaned against the painted stone railing. She decided to go inside, closing the ornate door behind her and crossing the cold tiles to the fireplace, stoking it up to great warmth. Behind her she heard a soft shuffle as someone pushed aside one of the heavy winter tapestries that held warmth in her room from fleeing to the rest of the chilly palace. A low rumble told her who her companion was, especially when he pressed his cold nose against the back of her neck. She turned around and grabbed the large tiger’s head in a soft and friendly hug. “Oh, Rajah,” she sighed softly. “He’s been gone so long.”

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The evening was not going well and Cheryl knew it. Only fifteen, she had almost passed out when a college junior had asked her here. Telling her mother and father that she was going to a girlfriend’s house for the night, she met her date, Billy, at a convenience store near her home. Just getting in the car made her feel much older than her years.

Now, several hours later, sitting on a couch in a crowded fraternity house, she was feeling like fifteen again. A bunch of guys had made a big fuss over her when she first arrived but quickly turned their attentions to girls who were much older than she. While she had danced a couple dances, even her own date seemed to have abandoned her. She hadn’t seen him in over 45 minutes. And, after the several drinks she had been given and the joints she had been offered, she was feeling a bit high and drowsy. At this point, all she wanted to do was head for home.

As the party droned on, Cheryl found it harder and harder to concentrate on what was going on. All of the conversations seemed to merge into one and the music seemed to enter into a slow motion mode. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the couch, quickly falling asleep.

She woke with a start to find that the blaring music had been quieted down and that the crowd had thinned considerably. Soft music was gently playing in the background and the bright lights had been dimmed to mild shadows. As her eyes adjusted, she realized that a couple had joined her on the couch. Glancing to her left, she saw the two locked in a deep kiss. Cheryl saw that the girl’s hand was on the guys crotch and was slowly rubbing it.

Looking away, Cheryl felt flushed and hoped that the couple hadn’t noticed her staring. Across the room, she saw a girl laying on the floor between two guys. The girls sweater had been pushed up and one of the guys was playing with and sucking on her bare breasts. The other guy lay kissing the girl with his hand resting between her legs.

In fact, everywhere she looked, there were people making out. From the hallway she heard the sound of a girl moaning softly and, though dark, she could make out an outline of a couple making love.

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Gina was rolling her head from side to side on the pillow. Her jet black hair was sprayed out in all directions. She was using her hands to guide Di’s tongue to just the right spot. “So Good yes Di!” she screamed as Di’s tongue danced across her [tag]clit[/tag]. Di drove harder at Gina’s soaking pussy. As she licked up and down the lips and around that swollen little clitty she thought to herself that Gina was really enjoying her first [tag]orgasm[/tag] from a girl. And what a prize Gina was. At eighteen Gina was still a virgin. Her hair hung straight down reaching the very top of her 35 inch hips. Di ever so gently started to rub her finger around that little puckered rosebud. Gina cried out, “OH! OOOH! OOOH! Di I never knew. That feels so good. OOOH! Don’t stop, I feel so tingly.” Di moved her other hand up to take those raspberry-sized nipples into her fingers and roll them around. All the while she was gently licking those swollen lips getting all of that sweet nectar she could.

Her finger began to probe Di’s tight little hole. She wanted to give Di a very good cum. Powerful. When she was done it would be her turn to be worked over and she wanted Di to have plenty of ideas of what to do. Di’s nipples stuck out like very ripe berries and were so hard, sitting atop soft mounds of creamy alabaster. Gina had never seen a woman with 38 inch C cup breasts that stuck straight out like Di’s. Gina was starting to buck her hips and press against Di’s finger as it worked its way into her asshole. Di started to move it in and out slowly half twisting it with each stroke. Shoving her face hard against Di’s wet pussy she took that swollen clit into her lips and gently pulled it. Sucking hard and then light. She pinched first one nipple then the other.
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Shirll spread her legs and reclined on her bed. The music pulsed deeply, going into her very essence, causing her erotic mood to become highly sensorial. Her fingers traced the smooth lines of her body. Using a knife to cut away her panties seemed more erotically stimulating that simply removing them or masturbating through the soaked cloth. She arched her back and tried to rip open her bra by thrusting her enormous breasts forward. Through the material of her bra you could see her enormous tits and the dark subcircle around them. They were very wet from her secretions.

She massages her breasts with her left hand, while her right hand is lying gently and unmoving upon her thigh. Under the smooth caresses and fondling, her elegant breasts dilate as she sighs and smiles, she is beginning to come. Her bosom is so awe inspiring through her bra that one wonders how one could bear it if seen unclad! Suddenly the door opens and her roommate walks in…. and stares. Shirll makes no attempt to cover herself whatsoever. She spread her legs further apart and gently touched her fingers to her genitalia and brought some of the flowing juices up to her tongue.

“Hi Tanis”, she said, and arched her back with a scream of pain and ripped open her bra. Her breasts stood almost straight out, rare for someone who has ’em that enormous. And on the end of those immense nipples there was a clear fluid seeping that somewhat resembled semen. Tanis was gaping in astonishment, partly because she had never seen her stripped before, and the other reason being that of the alien fire she felt racing through her body. Unconsciously she touched herself through her jeans, as she always did whenever she felt like it — she had done so in front of Shirll many times, and had even got off when Shirll was in the room watching, however nothing ever developed beyond watching each other masturbate through their clothing. Now, however it was looking like that might change. (click to read entire story…)

Jill attends Boston University and had been dating Eric for 3 months, that is until yesterday when he broke up with her. He was seeing some other chick on the side. Jill, a senior, and 21, had never had such good sex as she had had with Eric. She already missed that part of their relationship.

Jill is a gorgeous 5’6” dirty blonde with medium length hair and a perfect body. her legs are trim, yet quite toned and her ass was also a magnificent sight. Jill has a pair of nice supple tits and a sexy belly button. Let’s put it this way, Jill probably could have hooked up with anyone she wanted too at BU. It’s a shame such girls are so picky! On this Thursday afternoon, Jill had just finished her Biology lab and was headed back to her dorm in the late afternoon cold- must have been 10 degrees. Her roommate, Jenn (another beauty), had already left for the weekend to go to UCONN, where her boyfriend attends graduate school. Jill was alone in the room and began to think of Eric and as she did, she felt a slight tingling sensation between her legs. She turned on the TV and laid her tired body on her bed to rest from the long day, when the phone rang. (click to read entire story…)