The Girl With The Emerald Eyes Chapter 1
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By now Philadelphia was cold, really cold, Christmas decorations were up and everyone was preparing for finals. But most importantly the end of year parties were in full swing. Some were your regular college party, some were easy to go to, while others were exclusive and invite only.
It had taken nearly all of my first semester but finally I had a lead on the girl, that girl, my girl. That wonderful Susan had come through for me and we’d finally tracked Emily down and even managed to wrangle invites to an off-campus party Emily was going to be at. Nothing fancy but crucially it was going to be fairly small, only one hundred or so guests.
Desperate to impress and not blow another opportunity I fretted for days on what to wear. It wasn’t a frat party and it wasn’t a formal event, so were jeans appropriate? I didn’t want to be underdressed or overdressed, yet wanted to make Emily notice me but not hate me on first sight.
Finally, I settled on a pair of dark jeans, a light blue shirt and a pair of dark brown brogues, plus of course my Penn Ski Team jacket to keep me warm. What I hoped would prove to be the right mix of casual and smart — without being too preppy. I had my outfit ready days before the party and counted down the hours eagerly.
Despite my protestations, the Scottish clan and Susan insisted on joining me at the party. They weren’t going to miss this. Either I’d land the girl I’d been chasing for months or, possibly more likely, I’d make a complete fool of myself and they’d be able to endlessly mock me for it.
We arrived at the house on Pine Street shortly after 9 pm and the party was in full swing. Despite the cold December air, the porch was filled with people drinking and smoking pot. Immediately I started scanning for Emily, she must be there, my Christmas wish must come true.
The music was pumping and the house was crowded but we pushed our way through to the kitchen, all the while searching for her or those luscious eyes. In the kitchen stood two kegs of beer on ice plus a bench with almost every spirit you could wish for. We helped ourselves to beers and carried on the hunt.
“She’s not here,” Patrick finally said after our second tour of the house.
“Hey, it’s not my fault,” Susan pleaded, “My nursing friends told me they’d be here. It’s still early, let’s not get too worried yet.”
We hung around, drinking and smoking, taking turns dancing and checking the house — now I had a whole team helping me. Yet still, there was no sign of the elusive Emily. Was she ever going to arrive?
Eventually, the drinking games began and quickly everyone started getting much drunker. While waiting for our turn at beer pong, Patrick and I went outside for a smoke. As we passed the joint between us Patrick asked: “Do you really think she’s going to show? Even if she does, what then?”
“I don’t know,” I replied honestly, “I just know I need to speak to her.”
We finished the smoke and went inside just in time for our game. Patrick and I were almost unbeatable at beer pong, I was pretty good, but Patrick, he nailed every shot he took. Soon we were reigning supreme having knocked out two teams of challengers only drinking two or three drinks in total.
A crowd began to gather cheering us on. The next team arrived to try their hand and scored a hit on their first shot, Patrick downed the drink but they never got another while we sank every shot we fired. Yet another team demolished and the crowd cheered rapturously.
Team after team came and went, never really challenging us, yet slowly we were getting drunker and drunker. Suddenly I spotted them across the living room, a group of girls I’d never seen before. My mind cleared, how could I have got so distracted? I didn’t come here to show off how good I was at beer pong — I was on a mission. We demolished the team and much to the anger of the crowd we bowed out of beer pong undefeated.
Grabbing two beers I made a beeline for the gang of girls but Emily wasn’t amongst them. Still, they were cute and I was somewhat drunk. I picked my moment, just as the cutest one was finishing her drink.
“Looks like you could use another,” I beamed, handing her my spare beer.
“Aren’t you prepared,” she replied, taking the beer and staring at me.
“Hi, I’m Jon,” I said, “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”
“That’s some accent you’ve got Jon. I’m Brooke,” she said.
“It’s not me with the accent,” I smiled, “So what are you studying, Brooke?”
“I’m doing nursing,” she replied, as my heart skipped a beat. Were these Emily’s friends or classmates? I didn’t know but I was damned sure going to find out.
We stayed chatting casually as we drank, I wanted to ask about Emily but was scared to do so. I’d never spoken to her, I’d barely even seen her and I certainly didn’t want to look like I was obsessed with her — even if I was.
I made the girls laugh with my stories, kept them amused with tales of England and soon had them eating out of the palm of my hand. Patrick and Susan brought a steady stream of drinks and the evening was flying by.
As another drink was downed I asked: “Anyone feel like a smoke?”
“You have pot?” Brooke replied quite surprised.
“Of course I do, would you like some?"
“Fuck, yes,” she gasped.
We headed outside and sparked up a joint I’d rolled before the party. We laughed and joked as we passed it around, a small gaggle of nursing students hung on every word I said. Each was more eager than the next for a toke on the weed.
As I was finishing a story and taking my turn on the joint I felt a hand on my shoulder. Before I could turn a dulcet voice with a light Texan drawl said: “Mind if I have some of that?”
Brooke cried out: “Em, I’ so glad you’re here, you must meet Jon — you’re going to love him.”
Suddenly I wished more than anything in the world that I hadn’t drunk or smoked so much. My heart pounded in my chest like a brass band. Instantly my mouth dried up, and my knees began to crumble. I knew before I turned around who was behind me.
I’d spent more than three months searching for her and now she was here. She stood right behind me, with her gentle hand on my arm, wanting to smoke my weed.
I barely dared moved. Every fibre of my being simultaneously told me to and not to turn around. I could hear every beat of my heart, I felt every hair on my neck stand on end and sensed each drop of anticipation in the smoke-heavy air. Finally, she was touching me, the girl of my dreams had her hand on me.
Turning around in what felt like slow-motion I suddenly saw everything in one miraculous instant. Time hung like a weight around my neck as I surveyed the scene. Finally, my gaze reached hers and my heart beat harder and faster still, drumming away almost visibly in my chest. It was only a split second, but for me, it was an eternity. Without moving my eyes I saw her, really, truly saw her for the first time.
Those eyes, those deep, vibrant eyes instantly pierced me. Could they actually be brighter than I remembered — was that even possible. Her hair was as golden as ever, but it seemed she’d had it cut, it appeared shorter and wasn’t pulled back, yet hung teasingly around her svelte neck. I watched as a fine vein beat her pulse.
Emily stood before me wearing a tight red, long-sleeved top with a deep v-cut neck that exposed a glorious cleavage. Dark jeans hugged her thighs and legs until spreading in a boot-cut sat beneath her top with an inch or so of her toned stomach visible. A pair of shiny black, heeled boots poked their nose out from under them. Despite her simple attire, she looked stunning and even hotter than I had remembered.
I couldn’t believe my luck, everything I’d wanted for the last three months was finally happening. The girl I’d fantasised about, dreamt about and masturbated to was here right now, and not just here, she was touching me, looking at me and waiting for me to respond.
My bubble was pierced as Emily asked once again: “Mind if I have some of that?"
Had I really taken too long to reply? Had time not stood still for everyone else?
“Y…Y…Yes, of course,” I stammered, handing over what remained of the joint.
I watched as Emily inhaled deeply, it clearly wasn’t her first joint. The smoke billowed around her head as she held it in. Slowly she exhaled and instantly inhaled it once again through her nose, in what I later learned was a French inhale.
“Woah, this is some fucking good weed,” she exclaimed, “Is this yours?”
“Yeah, it’s mine,” I replied, trying to sound cool.
“You’ll have to introduce me to your dealer,” she smiled.
Usually, I found it easy to talk to girls but right here, right now, with Emily all words had abandoned me. I was floundering in a lake of awkward silence, desperately hunting for something to say, something funny, witty, intelligent — hell right now anything would do, I just needed to say something.
“I love you… I mean… I mean I’d love to,” I stuttered as I felt my cheeks burning.
“Hell, you only just met me, it’s a bit early for that,” she joked, passing the joint along.
Finishing the smoke we headed inside and grabbed another round of drinks. Gradually I found my tongue once again and began to speak. Emily was as delightful to talk to as she was to look at, quick-witted, full of great stories and someone who actually listened.
The hours drifted by as we all drank and chatted, while I moved nearer and nearer to Emily, listening intently to every word she said. I asked about her life, where she was from — I wanted to learn everything there was to know about her. Finally, I built up the courage to ask about the elephant in the room.
“What’s that ring? Are you engaged or something?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Not quite. It’s a promise ring from my boyfriend Rob. We’re going to get married after college.”
“So why’s he not here with you?”
“He’s got a scholarship to the University of Texas to play football, he’s a quarterback.”
My already deflated heart sunk even further. So now not only did she have a Texan boyfriend but he was a quarterback on one of the best college football teams in the country — a regular All American!
Gradually our group dispersed, some went to get drinks, others to the dance floor, while some snuck off for more romantic endeavours. As our conversation petered out, Emily turned to me smiling and asked: “Wanna dance?”
Despite a natural inability to dance at all, I replied: “Sounds great.”
With my hands on her hips, every move to the music made my thumbs lightly graze the soft skin between her jeans and top. God, it felt amazing. As we danced, I finally stared into those wonderful eyes as they gazed right back at mine. The half-light of the party reflected in their glimmering surface like sparks and I wished time would just stop. I could happily spend forever in this moment.
Finally, Emily tilted her head and leant towards me. I could hardly breathe as she got closer than ever, my heart tried to burst through my ribs and my cock swelled. But instead of kissing me she put her mouth next to my ear and I felt her warm breath.
“You remember I have a boyfriend, right?
“I… I know, but he’s not here right now.”
“Still, nothing’s going to happen. I see the way you look at me, but I love Rob. And not even your charming English accent is going to change that,” she whispered.
As the song changed, we returned to the group and realised just how late it had become. Patrick and Susan had already left and the crowd was beginning to thin out.
“It was great to meet you, but I’m heading home,” Emily announced, as she and her friends went to grab their coats.
“Wait… wait, can I get your number?” I asked desperately. “Why would you need my number?”
“Well… well… what about that weed? You said that you’d like some. How else can I get in touch with you?”
“Give me your number and I’ll give you a call when I need some?” Emily finally replied.
As soon as I gave her my number she turned and left with her friends. I watched every single step she took while walking away. Then, just as I was about to turn around I saw it. A bright flash of green. Just for an instant, those glittering wells of light met mine again as Emily turned to steal a final glimpse of me.
A glimmer of hope reignited in my heart, but when, if ever, would I see her again?
Contemplating how wonderful it had been to finally meet Emily I wandered outside to smoke a final joint before I went home. As I inhaled the aromatic flavour of the best weed on campus, I dwelled on those last fleeting seconds. Emily had turned to look at me again, and not just look but make eye contact. Did that mean something? Or was that just wishful thinking?
Lost in my own head, plus a haze of alcohol and marijuana, I didn’t see her approach and for the second time that evening I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard the same question.
“Mind if I have some of that?”
“Of course not, Brooke,” I replied, “I thought you left with Em and the rest of them.”
“No, I live at the other end of campus to them. I figured I’d find someone to walk home with. Which way are you going?”
Although not sharing the same dorm, they were next door to each other, so naturally, I agreed to walk her home after we finished the joint and our drinks.
“I thought you might be the one to finally go home with Em,” Brooke suddenly said.
“That was never going to happen, she’s pretty serious about that boyfriend.”
“Yeah she is, she loves him. But you did spend all night talking to her, seems like you were working hard. It’s like you’re not even interested in anyone else. Are you interested in anyone else?" Brooke asked, cocking her head to one side and smiling.
She wasn’t in Emily’s league but Brooke was pretty cute and she knew it. She was the type of girl that was aware everyone fancied her and liked that they did. Just a year ago she’d have been the hottest girl in school, probably voted Homecoming Queen, but here at college, she’d met the likes of Emily.
As fun, as she was to talk to, it was clear that Brooke wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box. She had most likely picked nursing with the career aim of snagging herself a nice doctor for a husband. But none of that meant I wasn’t interested in her, at least for tonight, especially after losing Emily.
Taking the joint from her, I smiled back and said: “I think you already know the answer to that.”
Inhaling a long drag from the tail end of the joint I put one arm behind Brooke’s back and pulled her close to me. Pressing my mouth against her tender lipstick-licked lips I exhaled gently. Brooke inhaled every last waft of that delicious smoke as we kissed.
Tossing aside the butt, I slid my hands down Brooke’s back to two delicious handfuls of an even better type of butt. Meanwhile, our tongues vigorously caressed one another’s as our bodies pressed together in the cold night air.
“Now, shall I take you home?” I asked as we parted.
Brooke just took my hand and we headed to our coats. With my arm around her waist, we quickly walked back to her dorm room. Almost before I had the door shut and certainly before my coat was off, Brooke was on me, sucking at my face, her tongue diving deep into my mouth. Her hands running through my hair, pulling my face hard into hers.
Breaking to remove my jacket I turned around and picked Brooke up, her legs wrapping around my hips as our mouths met once again. As our embrace tightened I carried her to the bed where we collapsed in a writhing mass. Finally, she came up for air and pushed me back down.
“Stay right there,” she said as she stood up.
I watched as she walked over to her stereo and turned it on quietly. Slowly her hips began to sway in time to the music as her hands rubbed sensuously across her stomach and up to her chest. One by one she undid the buttons on her white shirt as she danced in front of me. Teasingly she rolled the bright cotton over her shoulders, revealing a firm pair of tits in a plain white bra, before dropping her shirt to the floor.
Her light auburn hair swayed with each shake of her hips, while her hands caressed her flat but untoned stomach. Despite her movements, her keen, brown eyes never left mine, yet I could see her sexily biting her lower lip.
Up and down her hands went, massaging her breasts and stomach until finally, they reached the top of her jeans. I shifted my gaze, eager to see what lay beneath those tight-fitting jeans. Before I was rewarded, Brooke kicked off her shoes as her hips gyrated more and more. Finally, she popped the button and began inching down the zipper, gradually revealing the small white triangle of her panties.
The music kept playing, as her jeans worked their way to the floor as if by magic, while bit by bit her long legs became visible. Finally, wearing nothing but her underwear Brooke turned around and I stared as her hands reached for the clasp of her bra. In seconds it was undone and she was easing the straps over her shoulders. As she removed it she half-turned and threw her bra at me.
Spinning around, two large, firm, yet pale tits with dark-pink cone-shaped areolae and nipples sprang into view. Brooke’s hand sensually roved across her naked flesh, squeezing and massaging her sexy figure. Slowly I felt a rising hardness in my pants, her show was definitely having the desired effect.
I watched as her fingers danced their way from her ample chest, down her belly to the elastic of her underwear. Instead of removing them, her hand pulled the waistband down a fraction showing off a smooth patch of skin. Back up they came, much to my disappointment. Then to my delight, her hand moved from her underwear to her mouth. Sultrily, she sucked her index and middle finger into her mouth.
By now my cock was desperate to burst free, but instead, I continued enjoying my own private show. Swiftly her hand was back at her crisp white knickers, beyond the waistband and down between her thighs.
“Mmm, mmm,” Brooke moaned as her hips kept swaying, while her fingers delved into her concealed delight.
Slowly she turned around, her hand still rubbing herself. Spreading her legs slightly she bent over. It was clear to see her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy as a small damp patch grew larger and wetter with every sway of her hips.
Standing up, she closed, then lightly crossed her legs before sliding the now sodden underwear down. The suspense was killing me, but all I could see was her smooth back leading to a delicious peach-shaped ass. I was dying for her to turn around as my dick twitched fiercely.
After what seemed like forever, Brooke turned around, yet still I was to be denied — her hand deftly concealed what I most wished to see. Step by step she got closer to me, one hand still hiding her sweet treasure, while the other passed under her nose as she enjoyed her own aroma. Her hips swayed and her boobs bounced but my attention was still drawn to what I couldn’t see.
Once at the edge of the bed, Brooke leaned forward offering her wet fingers to my eager mouth. I sucked them, licked them, and savoured the delicious tangy flavour of her young pussy. Finally, her other hand came up, cupping my cheek, but also revealing that which I desired most.
As she climbed onto my fully-clothed lap, I caught my first glimpse of her beautifully trimmed cunt. Most of her pubic hair was gone, leaving just a small triangle of short, soft, brownish hair an inch or so above her slit. Her slightly-parted lips glistened with her juices as the deep-pink of her warm interior peaked out.
Brooke shifted her weight until she positioned herself just right, with her wetness rubbing against my raging cock. I pulled her tight to me, diving my tongue into her mouth in a long, passionate kiss while her rock hard tits pressed into my shirt. Still, she kept grinding herself on me.
Panting, we parted and Brooke practically ripped my shirt off rubbing her breasts against my chest as she leant in to kiss me once more. With her tongue deep in my mouth, her muffled moans got louder and louder as she ground more forcibly than before.
Holding my cheeks with both hands, she muttered: “Ugh, ugh, ugh,” as she rubbed and rubbed.
Pulling apart, she rocked her head back screaming: “Ah, ah, ah, AH!”
Even through my jeans and boxers, I felt the surge of hot cum gushing from Brooke as she collapsed onto my shoulder, easing the pace of her grinding. My hands soothingly stroked her back as she caught her breath.
Climbing from my lap and dragging me to my feet, Brooke smiled and said: “I think we need to get these off you,” as she tugged at my belt.
Without the need of assistance, she quickly had my jeans undone and was easing them off, as I struggled to kick off my shoes without undoing the laces. Finally, we both succeeded and my throbbing cock burst free from my damp boxers.
“Woah, now that’s a surprise,” Brooke whistled as she swiftly knelt down stroking my shaft with one hand. Easing my foreskin back, I watched as her red lips parted and she guided my dick into her warm mouth.
“Oh yeah, that’s it,” I muttered, as she took me in.
Soon she was holding my foreskin back firmly, while her mouth quickly bobbed back and forth, swallowing my dripping tip. A few moments later she pulled off and lifted my dick upwards with one hand. The other grabbed my balls as she bent her neck and leaned forward. Suddenly I felt her hot tongue grazing my ever-tightening balls, while she carried on stroking my shaft.
“Oh god, that feels amazing,” I moaned.
All of a sudden Brooke sucked one of my balls into her mouth as her tongue licked every inch of it. I’d never experienced it before and it felt incredible, shivers rippled through me, my ass puckered tighter than ever and my balls tried to contract even more. I could tell I was going to orgasm very shortly.
“Fuck yes, fuck, I’m going to cum,” I cried.
Just in time, Brooke let go of my ball and stuffed my cock into her mouth as I erupted, sending what felt like gallons of cum firing into her hungry mouth. Swallowing every drop, Brooke stood up and kissed me deeply once again, a faint taste of semen lingering on her lips.
Taking my hand and leading me to the bed, Brooke said: “You know that would feel so much better if you shaved your balls?”
“You’re kidding, right? Shave my balls?”
“I bet you’d love it, I know it feels much better for me,” Brooke winked as we fell into bed.
Taking the hint, I let my hand slide down her body to the smooth, soft, shaven skin. It really did feel nice. Passing the small triangle of pubes I felt her legs part, welcoming my touch. Tracing my fingers around her damp lips was an illuminating experience, the normally hairy region felt delightful now that it was hairless.
“I think I need to see this for myself,” I teased, as I moved down the bed.
As I got close, her gentle soft scent reached me, less musky and more floral than most girls and deliciously enticing. Finally, I could see her tasty-looking pussy, and the shaving truly had made it look even more inviting than most.
Tantalisingly, I traced my warm tongue around every inch of the outside of her pussy, teasing the smooth, puffy flesh as Brooke wriggled into a comfortable position. I could smell her excitement rising before my tongue ever began parting her lips.
“Ooh, ugh, ugh,” she moaned as I eased my tongue inside her.
Gently I lapped at her tender wetness, slowly at first, then carefully speeding up as I reached for her clit. Standing clear of its hood the bright pinkish-red nub was impossible to miss and keen for attention. The slightest touch from my teasing tongue sent convulsions throughout Brooke’s body as her moans increased.
Focusing on her clit with my mouth, I sucked it firmly as I slipped first one, then two and finally three fingers into her tight pussy. Soon I found my rhythm working my lips, tongue and fingers in perfect unison, driving Brooke closer and closer to climax. Her pussy began spasming as her body jerked and her breathing became strained, as I carried on my work, eager for her to enjoy it.
“Oh yes. Oh yes. Yes. YES!” she suddenly screamed as her cunt squeezed my hands and her thighs crushed my head. Before I could move, a rush of sweet, slick cum surged across my hand and face. Yet still, I kept sucking, licking and finger-fucking.
“Oh my god! Oh god. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh!” Brooke cried as another wave of cum poured out of her, while she squeezed me harder still.
Even the tiniest movement sent shivers coursing through her body and tide after tide of juices flooded from her soaking cunt, a puddle quickly growing on the bed. Finally, I needed air, so I slowed up, releasing her clitoris and allowing my fingers to fall from her.
Looking up at Brooke I smiled. She was panting like an animal, her auburn hair, drenched in sweat, stuck to her face and her cheeks were flushed with passion. Climbing from between her thighs I remembered Brooke’s dance and offered her my fingers. She inhaled her sweet aroma deeply before sucking them clean, as I lay beside her.
“You're right, it seems a lot more enjoyable once you shave,” I smiled before she kissed me deeply, the taste of pussy ripe on her lips.
As I let her catch her breath I teased my fingers across her sweaty tits and flat stomach. Every touch caused her to judder and twitch, her entire body was so uber-sensitive. Gradually her breathing began to slow.
“That was… it was… “ she started.
“Glad you enjoyed it as much as I did.”
“God yes… yes… I really did. I don’t think I’ve ever… ” her voice trailed off into moans as my fingers caressed her now fully open pussy.
“Should I get a condom?” I asked hopefully.
“Fuck, yes! If you’re ready again.”
I wasn’t quite erect yet, but I knew I would be very soon, so grabbed a condom from my jeans. Strolling back to the bed Brooke clearly saw my semi.
“Looks like that needs some attention,” she said rolling over so her head was hanging off the bed.
As I got there she took my dick in her hand, while her tongue tickled my balls. Quickly my dick began growing, then Brooke aimed it for her lips and carefully slid every inch into her mouth and down her throat. That was all it took and in an instant, my cock was back to full length.
“I thought you’d enjoy that,” she laughed as she pulled my dick from her neck.
Within seconds I had the condom on and was climbing onto the bed. Immediately she grabbed her ankles and rested them on my shoulders. Her pussy was already soaked but even three fingers weren’t enough to stretch her properly for what was about to come, so I gently rubbed my latex-covered tip up and down her slit.
“Mmm. Oh yes, gently,” Brooke moaned.
Softly I pressed forward as her tight walls parted, sucking my swollen head inside. Rocking in and out her warmness welcomed inch after inch of my cock.
“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” I moaned as she gripped my veiny shaft. I eased back out, before pushing deeper than before.
“Oh. Ugh. Ugh, fuck yes,” Brooke cried, before I was even halfway in, as another wave of cum drenched my cock.
Lovingly, I worked backwards and forwards, edging more and more of me inside her deep passage. Despite how wet she was, she still struggled to accept every inch, but finally, my balls nestled against her ass.
“Ugh, ugh. Fuck yes. Fuck, is that all of it? I can feel your hairy balls,” she teased.
As I withdrew I grabbed her ankles and pushed them further back, alongside her head. Then slid back inside, her stretched pussy sucked me in until my balls swung against her beautifully smooth asshole.
“Oh fuck. Fuck that feels… “ she moaned as I fucked her gently.
Soon I could speed up. Slap, slap, slap went my balls. With each thrust, you could hear them hitting her ass. Suddenly her cunt gripped me tight and I could barely withdraw, her body writhed in agony and ecstasy as I pushed back in.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh. UGH!” she panted as I keep fucking, despite the convulsions as yet another surge of cum washed over my dick.
With all this extra lubrication I could go harder and faster, driving my cock deeper into her hot, steamy cunt. Slap, slap, SLAP filled the air as I pounded her burning pussy. By now Brooke wasn’t actually speaking, just moaning and writhing her eyes closing as her panting increased.
Drips of sweat poured from my brow as I drove into her ever-wetter pussy. Each thrust sending more and more convulsions through Brooke’s body. I’d long ago lost track of how many orgasms she’d had, or seemed to have had.
As I was fucking this sweet young girl, I hated myself. Yet I couldn’t stop myself from thinking, I hope Emily is this good in bed. Would she be having multiple orgasm after orgasm? Would she deepthroat? Did she shave her pubes as well?
Before I knew it, I felt my own climax arriving, as my balls contracted and that feeling rose in the pit of my stomach.
“Yes. Oh. Oh! OH!” I grunted.
“Fuck yes, cum inside me!”
With that my balls unloaded, as surge after surge of thick cum launched into the condom. As I collapsed onto Brooke, she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper inside her.
Our sweaty bodies lay entwined as our hearts pounded and our lungs begged for air, gradually my cock began shrinking and slipped out of Brooke’s dripping pussy.
“Fuck that was… “ I began to say before Brooke interrupted me.
“Yes, it was. Really, it was.”
Pulling off and tying up the condom, I rolled off Brooke and hugged her closely.
“So are you happy you took me home,” she asked shyly.
“Of course I am, that was amazing.”
“I just wanted to be sure,” she said, kissing my arm that was wrapped around her.
As she dozed off I couldn’t help but wonder what Emily was doing. Was she thinking of me? Might she even have touched herself thinking of me? Could she have cum tonight fantasising about me? Or was that just me being an idiot? Looking at the clock I saw it was gone 4 am and figured I needed some rest, gradually I slipped into a deep, drunken sleep.
Waking up I found Brooke’s brown eyes staring at me lovingly and my stomach dropped. She had the look, that look, and I knew I had to let her down gently. After all, she was Emily’s classmate/friend. It was stupid to have slept with her, but I was a foolish hormone-drunk teenager. Now I needed to make sure that when (I was sure it would be when not if) Emily heard of this I came out looking good.
But before my gallant plan could begin, I felt Brooke’s hand reaching for my morning glory.
“Ooh, you’re all ready to go,” she smiled, bending to take me in her mouth again.
I couldn’t let her down while she was sucking my dick — that would be rude. So I lay there as she inhaled every inch of my cock into her desperate mouth. Soon her head was bobbing up and down, her nose banging into my pubes, while her hand was teasing, squeezing and pulling on my balls.
“I’m going to cum,” I cried and instantly Brooke pulled back and stopped. Quickly my orgasm subsided.
“Do you have another condom?” she asked.
I knew I shouldn’t, but the words came out anyway: “In my jeans.”
Brooke leapt from the bed and pulled the condom from my pocket. Swiftly she had me dressed again and positioned herself above my engorged cock facing away from me. Gradually she began lowering herself onto me in the reverse cowgirl position.
Without the lubrication from last night, it was almost painful as she bore down, then rose up. Up, down, up, down she went, never taking more than a couple of inches in. But she was certainly keen. I watched as she tried to ride me, slowly sinking down further and further on my throbbing dick.
More intriguing still was her peachy ass. With her facing away from me I had the perfect view. My hands reached for her cheeks and began massaging them as she moved up and down.
Soon I was pulling them apart, exposing the tight brown secret of her asshole. Carefully I positioned my hands so that each time she came back down my thumb brushed against it.
Before long, Brooke had taken my full length and was riding me like a pro. Pulling almost all the way off my cock before dropping back down, crashing into my pelvis. I licked my thumb and placed it perfectly so her asshole rubbed against it firmly every time she moved.
“Oh yes, yes, yes. That’s it. Fuck yes!” she moaned.
Then without me really trying, her anus opened and my thumb slipped inside. Pushing my hand forward I could feel my dick through the wall of her pussy.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh. Fuck yes. Yes. YES!” she cried as today’s first flood cascaded over my cock, while my thumb was still buried in her ass. Her hands reached back and fondled my chest as she ground out her orgasm on my pelvis.
Gradually her pace slowed until finally, she sat on me, my dick buried up to her stomach, while I let my thumb slip out of her anus.
Climbing off me, Brooke got onto her hands and knees before turning to me.
“So are you going to fuck me?”
By now my heart was pounding and I wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity. So, I positioned myself behind her and eased my way between those slick, sensitive lips. Grabbing her hips I started impaling her pussy with my stiff cock. Still, my eyes were drawn to that tightest of holes, her sweet rosebud.
She hadn’t protested before, so I moved my thumb back to her asshole and slid it inside.
“Oh yes. Oh fuck yes,” she moaned.
I thrust my full length in and out of her tight pussy, while my thumb rode in circles within her even tighter anus. I’d been dying to try anal sex for some time and right now seemed like it might just be the perfect time.
I pulled out my thumb and allowed a glob of saliva to drop onto Brooke’s open asshole. With the added lubrication, my middle finger slid inside her easily as I marvelled at the tightness. While my dick pounded her pussy, my finger worked her ass. Soon a second finger worked it’s way inside, parting her private ring further than ever.
“Yes. Ahh yes! Yes. Yes. Yes!” cried Brooke
Now I was sure that I was finally going to try anal sex and boy was I excited. I slowed my pace so I was gliding in and out of her cunt softly, while my fingers tenderly explored her ass. Leaning forward I whispered: “Can I fuck your ass?”
“NO!” she cried, “Not anal!” Despite having two of my fingers buried in her butt.
Somewhat disheartened, I carried on driving into her wet cunt as my fingers stroked the inside of her anus. Despite the setback, I knew I wouldn’t last too long but wasn’t quite there. Pushing Brooke’s head onto the bed changed the angles and suddenly the urge to cum was almost overwhelming, especially with my fingers in her ass.
“Oh. Oh. Fuck! I’m going to… “ I cried as I launched rivers of cum into her. For the first time in my life, I felt my own orgasm inside a girl as the fingers in her ass sensed the pulsations of my dick and even the heat from my cum.
Together we fell as one onto the bed as my dick immediately popped out, yet my fingers remained in Brooke’s ass. Totally out of breath we lay there recovering for god know’s how long.
“Are you ever going to take your fingers out of my ass?” she asked.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” I replied, slipping them out of her butt.
“It’s fine. I love ass play.”
“But you don’t do anal sex?”
“Fuck, yes I do. But not with a dick that size! I wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.”
So I’d missed my opportunity to have anal sex, but at least for a “good” reason. But did that mean I’d never get to try it? And what was Brooke going to report back to Emily?
Once we’d recovered, Brooke announced that she was going for a shower and invited me to join her. I was torn. But eventually decided to go with her. We showered together, washing, caressing and stroking each other in the soapy, steamy heat, but both of us were too spent for anything more.
After drying I got dressed, pulling on last night’s clothes.
“Wow, look at this,” I said, holding up my jeans with a dried crusty patch on one leg.
Brooke just laughed, while I inhaled the scent of her cum once more before getting fully dressed.
“So I take it I’m not going to see you again?” she stated.
“Um, ah, um… “ I began.
“It’s clear you’re in love with Emily,” Brooke interrupted, “You’re not the first and I’m sure you won’t be the last!”
“But… you’re not… “
“I’m used to it by now. You’re still fucking hot and pretty good in bed… “
“Just pretty good?”
“I don’t want your ego to swell too much,” she replied kissing me on the lips, “You should probably get going.”
With that, I kissed her once more and left. Had I got off lightly? I certainly hadn’t needed to let her down and she seemed happy, but was it genuine? How was this going to play out? I couldn’t help but feel that I’d just made a terrible, terrible mistake.
This novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after the first generation characters have graduated, but I was in the midst of writing this before the 2nd Generation Canon came out - my apologies that it doesn't directly tie in there! This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy, and may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the...
This novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after the first generation characters have graduated, but I was in the midst of writing this before the 2nd Generation Canon came out - my apologies that it doesn't directly tie in there! This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy, and may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the...
As Emily flicked through the pictures small “oohs” and “ahhs” emanated from her lips. A twinkle glinted in those effervescent emerald eyes and a broad smile was etched on her face. At least that was something — she wasn’t horrified or worse.Quietly I began to get dressed as she carried on examining Nat’s pictures. From where I was it was impossible to tell which image was attracting each response. But I was delighted that she seemed to be enjoying them.“So you’re much kinkier than just wanting...
College SexThis novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after most of the current universes characters have graduated, and is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the first work that has been written with the ABDL community in mind. Please do note that it will have diapers and other...
Steve Curtis hosted a big Fourth of July barbeque in his back yard. Almost the whole community showed up. Allyson and Charmaine Granger walked up the street. Jonah and Marcia Attenborough arrived. Almost every person affiliated with the Emerald Cove city government made at least an appearance. The cops who were off that day spent most of the afternoon. Those on duty stopped by for a burger and a soft drink on their lunch breaks. Linda and Bill Roberts were there with their three children –...
PART II "There, look!" "Where?" "Next to Ron Weasley of course!" "Wearing the glasses? It can't be!" "Did you see what he looks like now?" "Yeah I know, creepy isn't it?" Whispers followed Harry from the moment he left the abandoned girls lavatory three weeks before. He is still a girl. People queuing outside classrooms stood on tiptoe to get a look at him, or doubled back to pass him in the corridors again, staring, gaping at the new female Harry. He wished they wouldn't but at...
EPILOGUE Harry lay face down, listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure that he was there himself. A long time later, or maybe no time at all, it came to him that he must exist. He was more than a disembodied thought because he was lying, definitely lying, on some surface. Therefore, he had a sense of touch, and the thing against which he lay existed too. Almost as soon as he had reached this...
Emerald Princess ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 29: Combat Finals ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THAT NIGHT WITH Caireen in her castle she cuddled me, fed me, cuddled me, fed me, and cuddled some more; all while I continued teething in her world too. She turned the baby treatment on full blast, but I didn't honestly mind it that much with how miserable my mouth felt! Each time I nursed from her though, I felt stronger, and by the time she changed me and nursed me that night my...
Foreword: In 2016 I began posting this story, Emerald Princess, set in the Whateley Universe. Real life happened, along with a major case of writer's block, and I stalled out in the middle of Chapter 21. Several people have tried to get me to return to this since I stopped, but I just could never get my head back into the story. Finally a new friend, Chloe, badgered me enough I decided to take another look at it. As a result I have managed to finish the full novel, which is...
Passing beyond the garden they went down another short corridor and came to a small green door which opened as they approached it. Beyond they were in a large, airy room which seemed to be a smaller replica of the Throne Room of the Golden Palace. "This is your Throne Room," said the Emir, "We are now in the Emerald Palace." "But that doorway leads directly to your harem?" Elaheh was puzzled. "Yes, I had it made especially for you. There are guards on it and only you will be allowed...
PART IV For a moment, nothing happened and the full feeling was freed from her mind. She thought she had beaten The Emerald Curse. Suddenly, the amulet chain tightened and began to squeeze tightly on her throat. She tried to pull it off as it dug into her skin but it was much too strong. She trashed about the place, gasping for air, wrenching and choking. "The old man must DIE!" screamed Alys. "Arrrrrgh!" croaked Heather, pleading for Alys to stop. She started to feel woozy and...
Emerald Princess ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 26: Breaches ++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE NEXT WEEK at the daycare passed by without anything significant happening - just more boring time spent pretending to be a helpless baby. In Caireen's world I had watched several attempts at breaching the wall, but I was proud that nothing Camulus and his forces had tried had even scratched it so far! Our special forces groups had been reinforced with another hundred men, and continued to...
Rather than have Steve and Allyson track down their vehicles, Bryant suggested they take his SUV — since it was parked right behind them. He tossed the keys to Allyson and climbed into the backseat. Allyson admonished the lieutenant and patrolman to maintain radio silence. "If either of you call ahead to warn them, I will add tampering with evidence charges against you," she promised. The men nodded and returned to their vehicles. Then she turned to Steve Curtis. "You drive," she...
This novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after most of the current universes characters have graduated, and is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the first work that has been written with the ABDL community in mind. Please do note that it will have diapers and other...
For the second time in 13 days, Bryant drove from Atlanta back to Emerald Cove. His had flown from Dayton to Charlotte, N.C., after dropping off the Lucas family in Wapakoneta. He had left Kelley Lucas with enough money that she could rent a car and a hotel room four times in the next two months. He planned to put the Lucas family in for the reward that the Feds had offered for the capture of Eileen Mayfield – if she ever turned up. That $50,000 would help the family a great deal, he...
It was my green night. I don't know why, I just like the color. My husband, Terry, was tying his bowtie in the mirror. His white cotton button-down and black slacks fit him well. The vee of his red and black suspenders widened at his broad shoulders and matched the black tie of his tuxedo perfectly. We did this probably three times per year for the last three years. It had to be the biggest event. It had to be the richest people. We didn't really run in those circles, but that's probably how we...
ExhibitionismIn the State of South Carolina, the prosecution gave the first closing argument. The defense would follow and then the state would get the chance at rebuttal. But before either side got the chance to wrap up its case, the judge would go over the instructions he planned to read to the jury before they began deliberations. As with most things in South Carolina v. Mayfield, this was ground for a contentious meeting between the opposing sides. Alex Manning passed out a sheet containing his...
The October air was chilly when Bryant first saw the Silver Memorial Bridge across the Ohio River and into Gallipolis. The temperature in Emerald Cove had been in the mid-seventies when he departed. Jan had suggested he fly to Ohio to interview the Brockleman family and Mary Beth Brockleman's friends. But after taking into account the drive to Atlanta, the wait at the security checkpoint, the hassle about bringing a firearm aboard the plane and the travel time from Columbus, Ohio, or...
The next call came from a detective in Huntington, W.Va. When the woman learned that Bryant was only an hour away, she decided she would prefer to meet face-to-face. Bryant offered to meet her halfway but she demurred, saying there was really nothing between the two places. She met him at a McDonald's near his hotel. She had no trouble picking out Bryant; he looked like what she pictured a South Carolina police detective would look like. Bryant would have never guessed the woman who sat...
As Bryant was racing down the streets in pursuit of Cassidy Bell, Jan Elliot was trying to track down an anomaly in her department. For months, there had been a line item in her budget for someone named Scott Lewis. She knew he worked somewhere for the city. She had received e-mails from him any number of times. But she had never met him and she couldn't seem to locate him. It took three wrong turns and twenty minutes of wandering through City Hall before Jan located a small office on the...
Bryant pulled back into the spot he had vacated only half an hour before. He knew the officers weren't dressed to wear a vest beneath their uniform tops so he picked up windbreakers for them to wear on top of their armor. He took Grant's spot while she slipped a vest over her uniform and then did the same for Harv. He did the same over the next few minutes until everyone was outfitted properly. Then he drove around the corner and pulled to a stop in front of Jan's house. He saw Holly's...
My lovers are always surprised, sometimes even shocked, at the overwhelming strength and duration of my orgasms. I never reveal the true reason, that would truly be shocking.It was July 1st. We’d arrived at my grandparents' farm the night before. It was thrilling to be back in Transylvania where I grew up. My parents and I had left when I was eight to emigrate to the United States for a better life. Now, at twenty-two, this was my graduation present, the one I’d longed for. My memories of the...
Monster SexThis novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after most of the current universes characters have graduated, and is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the first work that has been written with the ABDL community in mind. Please do note that it will have diapers and other...
Autumn had come and gone and now winter had firmly grasped Philadelphia. The temperature had plummeted and people were wrapping up. College was going well; I’d made the rugby first team, the only freshman on the squad, and was training with the ski team.Despite a range of casual encounters I still didn’t have a girlfriend and there was only one girl I wanted — but she was spoken for, promised to another guy back home. Instead of pining I dove headlong into college life. I went to frat parties,...
College SexWell at long last here we are! I last posted a chapter of this in February of 2017. I had some real life things that came up then and I just couldn't ever get my head back in the space to write this again! It's always bothered me that I didn't finish it... but Exchanged, Diamond Tours, Seems Too Good, Undercover Tour, and another novel under a different pen name all ended up coming out and I couldn't do anything with this one! (This particular chapter has sat half-finished for much of...
Bryant and Allyson flew separately from Jonathan Mayfield and two South Carolina State troopers. The judge had placed the videotape into evidence and immediately signed off on the extradition warrant. The Ohio governor's office agreed and Jonathan Mayfield was on his way to South Carolina to face first-degree murder charges. Allyson's alma mater, Northwestern, was in Bloomington, Indiana, for a Big Ten Conference game with the Hoosiers and she wanted to go west to see the game. They would...
The beach was starting to fill up. It was always that way on Friday mornings. The people heading out that afternoon wanted one last day in the sun and the people just starting their vacations were eager to see the sand and surf. Angel and Anna had disappeared in the room they shared to put on swimwear beneath their clothes. Maria decided that was a good plan so she did the same. Bryant was still wearing a pair of ratty sweatpants cut off at the thighs, an Emerald Cove PD T-shirt, flip-flops...
The FBI liaison pulled Bryant aside as he left the briefing. "I've discussed this with my superiors and we have a suggestion," the woman said. The FBI had been extremely helpful in getting the more mundane aspects of the sting operation into place. Merton Lysander Beckwith had a valid Georgia driver's license and a divorce record registered in the county. He had a vehicle registered with the state and had all of his tax filings in order. Beckwith Construction had a few contracts under...
100% fiction! Whilst Emerald Bay was working at her job as a Care Assistant, she was talking to one of her work Colleagues about sunbeds her colleague told her about a local hair salon which had a sun capsule. So the next day when Emerald Bay had her day of work and Emeraldbay paid a visit to the salon and booked a sun capsule session of 35 Mins at the rate of £25.00,after the session was booked Emerald Bay was in the sun capsule every other day then going of to the local bar for a Latte or a...
First TimeThis novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after most of the current universes characters have graduated. As such it is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the first work that has been written with the ABDL community in mind. Please do note that it will have diapers and...
Emerald Princess ++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 22: Preparations ++++++++++++++++++++ I RUBBED MY eyes as I woke up in my crib in Caireen's castle. I felt sore as I pushed myself to my feet, and discovered my diaper was already messy. I gave into my inner infant and began crying for Caireen. Fortunately, she didn't make me wait long before she gathered me into her arms and hugged me. "Shh..." She bounced me gently in her arms as she walked to the changing table and laid me down. My...
Bryant took his leave from O'Bannon's Pub at seven thirty. He had switched to water for the last hour, even though he'd only consumed two beers in the time he'd been there. A DUI would not bode well for him in his job search. He plopped down on his bed at the inn and stretched his legs out. He thought about what he knew about Emerald Cove. Sure, the job would have its downsides. Every job would be like that. But those problems wouldn't necessarily be his to correct. His job would be to...
All chattering ceased as Bryant entered the yard, accompanied by Charmaine and Allyson Granger. Forty sets of eyes turned to face the newcomers. Bryant took an involuntary gulp as watched as Steve Curtis stepped up on a picnic table. "Ladies and gentlemen, the man of the hour has arrived!" he stated. "Detective Bryant Hawkins has agreed to assume command of our newly created detective's bureau. It is the first step in turning Emerald Cove into the sort of city we all think it can...
Bryant was on an airplane, headed to Columbia when the reality of the situation hit him. The young woman had overheard his conversation with the bartender and set up Mayfield. A guy like Mayfield could probably take a lot of ribbing but to have an attractive female question his sexuality would provoke a response. Her companion obviously knew how to take care of himself. He had risked an assault conviction to help him put Mayfield in prison. Jan was incredulous when Bryant had phoned her. She...
The next morning I left the house two hours earlier than normal, my handbag packed with as many essentials as it could carry without arousing suspicion. My heart was beating faster than it ever had before as I slowly walked down the road to work hoping for opportunity to strike. Thankfully, before too long a red pickup pulled beside me and a young early, probably in his early twenties stopped to say hello. Naturally I accepted his unspoken invitation and got in the passenger seat, placing my...
Once upon a time in a parallel dimension there was a fairy named Jamara. She knew that a war was coming between her fairy people and the woodland elves because of her paranormal powers. How she hated the thought of a war with all of its destruction and hate. She was terrified of the possibility of losing loved ones. Finally, she could take no more of the ugly thoughts and images going through her mind, so she went to her favorite place to meditate. Emerald Lake was a beautiful, tranquil place...
Chapter 15: AFTER HANNAH AND I finished up we hurried to location of the Venus, Inc club meeting. As soon as we walked in the door it seemed like every girl there had their attention directly on me. "How old is she?" one girl asked quickly. "Supposedly twenty months," I said to their surprise. "Wait, the baby talks?" One girl asked. "Of course babies talk," one clueless girl nearby that was walking over came by. "No I mean..." "No I'm not a real baby," I said... "Well, at...
Emerald Princess ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 23: Teamwork ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE DAY I spent in Caireen's world was spent making some other fortifications around the valley. I had suggested building some tall tower structures around the Valley's perimeter walls to allow archers to defend in the unlikely possibility Camulus decided to come around the sides. They ended up becoming reinforced mini-citadels with housing for a small garrison of two-hundred archers a...
Emerald Princess ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 24: Approaching Storms ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ AFTER THE DEBRIEFING, and brutally honest criticism, all of us traveled back to Poe together. Hannah stripped me of the heavily soiled diaper I wore and carried me into the shower with her for a quick wash before lunch. We barely had enough time for me to nurse from her and make it to the cafeteria. Her lunch, and my real solid food, was finished in...
Bryant hung up from his call to Emerald Cove and explained the situation to the rest of the group. "So we have a Gallia County deputy interested in Shrekengost's whereabouts," Garvin summed up. "And Shrekengost and his mother are in the wind." "Sounds about right," Bryant agreed. "That's a hard thing to do without a lot of help," Andrews put forth from where he stood by the second vehicle the group would take south. "Think about it. You essentially have to have someone in your...
Ten minutes after Bryant's first meeting with his entire detective squad, Jan Elliot walked into his office and shut the door. "Uh-oh ... the closed door," Bryant said. "That means you plan to yell." "Maybe I mean to sexually harass you," Jan replied as she took a chair opposite him. "Nope, you'd have called me to your office for that," Bryant joked. "I'd have called you to my office if I planned to yell," Jan said. "Look, we need to hash out our responsibilities here....
Sgt. Scott's intent to pin a bad shooting on him disheartened Bryant. But he figured he had time later to worry about it – and that there was nothing he could about it either way. Instead, he followed Jan back to her house. She insisted she was doing fine but she could tell Bryant was worried about her. She also knew that Bryant had a lot more experience with this sort of thing than she did. So she didn't put up much of a fight when he told he'd come over to fix dinner for her. Bryant...
This novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after most of the current universes characters have graduated. As such it is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the first work that has been written with the ABDL community in mind. Currently there are 13 chapters written -...
Amanda and John had invited Thomas over to their Christmas party. He has been so depressed and lonely since his wife's death that Amanda thought this might lift his spirits a little. As usual, John declined. He still was reluctant to go out anywhere especially to a party since he lost his wife. However, recently his 25 yr old niece Katrina had moved in with him. His niece, Katrina who worked at the local department store, had met John one day and he invited to their Christmas party. She...
When he died last year, all ten of his grandchildren were called together at a family resort for a weekend. Granddaddy had provided for everything, paying for our transportation, lodging, and food. At a banquet celebrating his life we were treated to a slide show of pictures of him as a baby in 1932 up until the death of grandmamma in 2006 when he posed with us after her funeral. A number of the pictures were of him receiving special honors throughout his life from 1st place in a spelling...
Emerald Passing: SHAMrock Stand-In III By Dee Eon I smirked at the spiffily suited grinning boy slipping into the empty airline seat meant for Sean next to coyly smiling Sheila up in first class. Fuck! Peering up the aisle from coach class, Robert and Andrew noticed too and we exchanged glances, but that's all we were ever going to admit in our silent wistfulness toward our Irish dance company buddy's transformed belle. And transformed was the operative word because it was...
Ramona Flowers Presents J.K. Rowling?s HARRY POTTER In The Curse of the Emerald Witch PART I The rays of moonlight shone through the gaps in between the curtains pulls, illuminating the boy?s dormitory like a shiny diamond ring. The four poster beds were placed around the room, the Gryffindor emblems hanging proudly from the walls. The low snoozing of the boys sleeping was defeated by the loud, heavy snores of Ron Weasley who slept in a crooked, awkward position. The wind howled...
This novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after most of the current universes characters have graduated, and is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the first work that has been written with the ABDL community in mind. Please do note that it will have diapers and other...
This novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after most of the current universes characters have graduated, and is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the first work that has been written with the ABDL community in mind. Please do note that it will have diapers and other...
Jan was somewhat disappointed when she saw Bryant making up his couch. She wasn't certain how far she wanted the night to go but she disliked the fact that the decision had already been made. She sat down in the chair opposite the coach and tucked her legs beneath her. Her silk robe fell open and her off-white panties were visible until she closed the robe. She chatted with Bryant, extending her legs and adjusting her posture to try to keep Bryant interested. He seemed resolved to sleeping...
This novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after the first generation characters have graduated, but I was in the midst of writing this before the 2nd Generation Canon came out - my apologies that it doesn't directly tie in there! This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy, and may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the...
I was now spending more and more time at Emily’s while we prepared for the upcoming Spring Break. Having never been to Mexico, I was growing ever more excited — especially as I’d be going with her.Emily was clearly looking forward to the trip as well. The last couple of weeks had been filled with shopping trips. She had bought a multitude of swimsuits, short skirts, tiny shorts and all manner of clothing. I, on the other hand, would make do with just a couple of pairs of beach shorts and my...
College SexPERSIAN STYLE VENGEACE ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Supergirl and Powergirl ? Snob?s Pleasure By? Sonya? Esperanto? [email protected] Synopsis: Supergirl and Powergirl are property of DC COMICS. This is not a story intended for profit-making. This is also not intended for anyone below the age of 18. Supergirl and Powergirl fall under the power of a jealous celebrity, who...
"So that's how you became like this?" asked Annabel, "No, that's how I became an air headed, sex-crazed bimbo that the stereotype expects. It took years to become who I am today. On that day, when I saw Lester for the first time as Lulu, I wasn't thinking of trying to escape, or even trying to think clearly. My goals were simple, to get his cock inside me as quickly as possible because masturbation pales in comparison to having as many cocks inside you as you can get your hands on. I...
“What's the situation captain?” asked my best friend Mike. I, along with the rest of the Seattle FBI's RRU (Rapid Response Unit) were called in just a little over an hour ago after our captain informed us of a bank robbery in progress. “We have approximately eight heavily armed men and thirteen hostages. The silent alarm went off at 3:45 so we can assume they entered in just before that. They've tried to destroy all of the security cameras but seemed to have missed one. From what we...
The man looks around the bedroom. Her party dress is placed neatly on a chair, yet her underwear is mixed in with the messed-up bedsheets. “Am I being pranked?” He rubs his eyes and looks around again. “Where’s the camera?” The woman with quick light taps splatters her cunt juice all over her large firm thighs. She raises her legs up in the air like a candle, showing off her massive round cheeks and spreads her pussy wide open. “Oh no,” she says smiling. “I’m, like, so embarrassed right...
This novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after most of the current universes characters have graduated. As such it is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the first work that has been written with the ABDL community in mind. Please keep in mind this story is a work of...
This work took a little bit longer hiatus than I planned due to the demands of real life, but not to worry I'm back at it again! There is a cue of three other completed chapters after this and I'm pretty sure if my energy holds up there will be another two or three done by next week. I hopefully will be able to post one a week for a while here. Right now I'm guessing there are right around 10-15 chapters remaining here. This novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes...