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Father Francis X. Williams watched the fat man walk into the gift shop alcove in the back corner of St. Patrick’s Cathedral, and slowly, quietly, pursued him.

Francis, though he preferred Frank, didn’t know why he followed the man. There was nothing particularly interesting about him. It was hard to tell what ethnicity he was, since his face was covered in half green and half white makeup, and his hair was dyed an obscene orange—which is what one expected to see on St. Patrick’s Day.

The rest of his body, however, that was something else. The man of many colors wore a billowing overcoat that covered what had seemed to be an equally billowing body so obese that it was hard to imagine how he could walk. But there was something uneven about the way the weight distributed, and awkward with how it all settled.

Frank had been a Physician Assistant before he joined the priesthood, and knew that the human body didn’t move like that, so there was only one conclusion—the man wore a type of fat suit filled with fluid.

There were plenty of options that went through Frank’s mind. This was a prank. Or a stunt. A bet. A dare. Maybe the fat suit was filled with beer, and there was a straw near the collar …

Stupid, but I’ve learned that stupid is unpredictable.

Frank moved into the gift shop, and turned down the side aisle, framed exclusively by bookshelves. It looked like the ‘fat man’ had squeezed past the bookcases and had tucked himself into the back of the room.

Frank moved down the other aisle, hoping to run into him …

Instead, he turned, and found himself looking down the barrel of a gun.

It was not the worst way to go, the priest imagined, but he could think of better ways. He couldn’t think of a better place to die than in St. Patrick’s Cathedral in the middle of New York City, but he wasn’t being given a chance to consider all of his options.

Frank could even recognize the gun ready to kill him as a Beretta M9, a .9mm. It was the weapon of choice for the Special Forces, better known as the Green Berets. The muzzle of the gun had been pressed so close to his eye that Williams could see the bullet in the chamber. These were details that a priest of the Roman Catholic Church generally wouldn’t know, but a priest could gather all sorts of miscellaneous facts when he was attached to the Fighting 69th regiment as army Chaplin.

As the muzzle came threateningly close to poking his eye out, the priest considered the situation. The pistol did not have a silencer on it, so he was relatively safe as long as the sound in the main body of the cathedral did not surpass the decibels in a gunshot. Unfortunately, when the cathedral was packed to the brim on St. Patrick’s Day, only minutes before the parade began, the sound of tourists and supplicants all in the same room at the same time, even the combined sound of their breathing could conceivably cover up a gunshot.

And at the moment, if the gunman fired, they were behind a bookcase in the St. Patrick’s Cathedral gift shop alcove in the back of the church, so who would notice?

With the other eye, the one not looking down the barrel, the priest studied the gunman. Now that Frank knew the man was armed, the nature of the fluid in the man’s fat suit was more than a little suspect.

‘Pog mo thoin?’ Frank said, making the insult sound like a question. The gunman blinked, uncomprehending. He didn’t understand the Gaelic insult, so he wasn’t an Irish terrorist. He then tried, ‘A salaam aleikom.’

The gunman smiled and bowed his head a little. ‘You have been to Baghdad, I can hear it in your accent.’

‘I’ve blown through it, yes,’ the priest said softly. ‘Southern Afghanistan?’

‘As you infidels say, you do get around.’ He smiled. ‘Were you scared white so young?’

Frank rolled a violet eye up to his silver hair. ‘A long story. I don’t know if you have the time for it. Do you wish to detonate during communion?’

The gunman blinked. ‘How did you know?’

‘You get to move up the center aisle, and you can get maximum impact that way. And you can only have one of two things in that suit—an aerosol weapon or liquid explosive.’

He nodded slowly. ‘Are you in the CIA?’

‘No, Opus Dei, but there are at least as many conspiracy theories about us as there are about the CIA.’ He paused for a moment longer, thinking it over. ‘Liquid explosive? That would make the most sense, considering that’s what Al-Qaeda tried to use in airplane attacks. Why would you blow up a church?’ he asked, feigning stupidity. The St. Patrick’s Day Parade was a nationally televised event. There would be more cameras pointed at the church to catch the initial blasts as there were covering 9-11. Not only that, but there were military, political, and police personnel of all ranks and levels. The area might as well have screamed ‘target.’

That, of course, assumed that there was just one target at the Cathedral.

The gunman smiled. ‘What makes you think that we would only attack here, eh? For the next five blocks, we are prepared to rid the world of your people.’

Frank nodded slowly. To his mind, ‘his people’ could only mean military forces… most specifically the Fighting 69th, which had returned from Iraq in 2005. The priest reviewed his options. The chemicals in the explosives couldn’t have been detonated by simple jostling—if they were as unstable as nitroglycerin, the fat suits would have exploded on any subway ride into the city—but just because the priest didn’t see any detonators didn’t mean there weren’t any. However, the man did have a gun…why would a suicide bomber need to carry a gun? He was a weapon.

‘You intend to suicide by cop, don’t you?’ the priest asked. ‘In here, you are going to shoot yourself, and outside, your men will start to shoot into the crowd in front of armed police officers marching in the parade. The bullets will set off the explosives.’

The gunman’s eyes flared. ‘Who told you!’ he boomed. He jabbed the gun at Frank’s eyes as the major organ in the loft above them began to ramp up.

The priest bent his knees, dropping his skull below the muzzle of the gun. Both of his hands shot up and grabbed the barrel, bending it backward, and then jerking down, forcing the gunman to either let go or his wrists would break. Fr. Williams yanked the gun back and clubbed it into the bomber’s temple, knocking him backwards into a shelf full of prayer cards.

‘I’m an army chaplain, and you don’t even assume that they teach us anything?’ he sighed. He bent forward, and checked to make certain the man was alive, and stationary for a long while.

Fr. Williams then poked out from behind the bookcase to see if anyone had noticed the fracas. They obviously hadn’t, which was a good thing. He glanced at his watch and noted that he only had a matter of minutes in order to prevent several bombs from going off and laying waste to a five-block stretch of the St. Patrick’s Day parade—the five blocks covered by the cameras. Calling 911 was a thought, but only a fleeting one—even if the 911 switchboard transferred him to the right people immediately, how fast could anyone useful arrive, and would their arrival set off the bombers? If he grabbed a police officer who could communicate immediately with the other uniforms in the area, the bombers would certainly be able to see them coming. There was the same problem of warning the crowds outside—the bombers would know immediately, then set themselves off.

Frank frowned, then peeked out of the gift shop, seeing three policemen in the back of the church. He sprinted forward, grabbed one, then pulled him back to the comatose man, telling him to make sure he didn’t move. The cop blinked and nodded, confused.

The priest stepped around the bookcase and slipped in front of the gift shop desk. ‘May I have the use of a first aid kit? I have a friend who may have sprained something.’

The woman
at the gift shop desk smiled at him. ‘Certainly, Father.’

She pulled up the kit from behind the desk and popped it open. Frank reached in and slipped out a roll of gauze, using it to camouflage the scissors he took as well. ‘Thank you.’

Father Williams quickly slipped out the back way and flew down the stairs, heading south down 5th Avenue—the direction of the cameras angled for the parade. He scanned the surrounding areas as he scurried down the stone steps. A priest in a rush out of the Cathedral wasn’t that big a deal, and black on black was almost never noticed, since black jackets and pants made up the majority of colors half the year anyway.

Frank hit the sidewalk at a fast stride. He didn’t have to worry about street traffic. Pedestrians were another matter.

The first person wasn’t that hard to find—in fact, Fr. Williams almost ran into him as he made for the curb. Unlike the gunman in the Cathedral, this person was asymmetrical, as though someone had loaded the liquid explosive poorly into the suit. He was on the corner nearest the Cathedral, in a perfect position to be picked up by every camera the news networks had focused on the parade.

Frank smiled at the terrorist gently. ‘Excuse me.’

The man looked at him and blinked. ‘Hm?’

‘I almost ran into you…’ He waved it off with his free hand, ‘Never mind.’ He glanced across the street, as though looking for someone, then shrugged and moved away.

No one had noticed the incision that Frank had made with the scissors along the terrorist’s outer thigh. The man was standing directly over a storm drain, so all of the explosive would flow out of his suit and into the sewer before he had even known he had been disarmed.

Frank was a block away in less than a minute, his clerical collar a opening a pathway through the crowd once people noticed him…if they noticed him.

Unfortunately, the next terrorist was easy to spot, because he was surrounded by people, including a baby in a stroller with a shamrock sticker on his cheek—the baby kicked the man’s leg, and he wobbled without seeming to notice. The bomber was pushed up against the metal barricades that separated the pedestrians from the parade, crammed in with no way to grab him.

The priest frowned briefly, observing the men and women around the terrorist. One big and burly man with a child on his shoulders, and next to him was a smaller woman wearing a backpack with numerous NYPD patches.

Father Williams thought over the risks. He had to assume the terrorists all had guns, but if they struck now, five minutes before the parade started, the entire point of their day would be wasted. If any one of them acted prematurely, all of them would have to detonate on the assumption that their plan was blown.

The question was how many of them would risk early discovery if they were unsure?

He inhaled deeply and then screamed in a tenor voice ‘Fire!’

For obviously explosive reasons, the terrorist was the one who jumped the highest. And since he was oddly weighed down, and crammed in against a police barricade that was barely holding the crowd back to begin with, he spilled out into the street. He landed on an empty Guinness bottle someone had left on the curb, and the glass shattered, shredding his suit to pieces. As he stood up, children started laughing at the terrorist because they assumed he had wet himself.

The woman with the patched backpack leaned forward to help him…. until she noticed the pistol at his hip that had been previously concealed by his bulk. She quickly unslung her pack and swung it into his face, dropping him back to the street.

Fr. Williams had darted away before the terrorist had even started to get up.

The third terrorist was possibly the easiest to spot, and possibly the dumbest. Like the others, he had adopted the idea of dressing in the colors of the Irish flag—white, orange, and green. The problem was that he had dyed his hair green, his face white, and his body was covered in a gigantic orange overcoat. Since Orangemen were representative of the Protestant half of the Northern Ireland equation, wearing that much Orange to a St. Patrick’s Day parade was the equivalent of wearing a swastika armband in a synagogue.

To make the irony even sweeter, the bomber had hidden himself in a cluster of men holding signs that read ‘England Get Out of Ireland.’

This is too easy, he thought to himself.

Fr. Frank slipped off his cardboard roman collar and took out a pen, scribbled a message on it, then reached in between the parade goers to slap it high on the man’s back, just below his neck. The terrorist couldn’t feel it through the fat suit.

The priest wasn’t even ten feet away when he heard the sounds of a man being beaten into a new incarnation.

Maybe I should have found something more tame to write on his back than ‘I hate the IRA.’

The next one, a block over, was taken down with medical precision. Frank slipped up behind the terrorist, who was dressed in a Fighting Irish jacket so new the price tag was still on it, and disarmed him with two slashes of the scissors—one across the buttocks and another just below the scapula. The first slash started emptying the suit of liquid explosive, and the second cut the straps holding the lower part of the suit up, so the man’s pants literally fell down around his ankles, tripping him when he turned to see what had happened to the fluid weight he felt rush out of him.

Unfortunately, it was a move too blatant and too visible. As the priest stepped away from the bomber, he looked down the street for his final target and found another ‘obese’ man looking squarely at him.

Frank looked down the street and saw the Fighting 69th was only two blocks away.

The bomber looked at him, then at the regiment coming his way, and then darted down the side street.

Frank blinked, but saw no choice other than to follow…there was still the same problem about getting a uniformed officer, or calling in to 911, and it was even worse this time, now that the bomber knew he was being chased.

The side streets of New York City on St. Patrick’s Day were far tamer than 5th Avenue itself. Despite wearing the fat suit, the bomber could move with some speed. Fr. Williams didn’t know why the man hadn’t rushed towards the 69th and died in a ball of fire. He could have decided that it would have been better to die some other way, or maybe even circle around to blow up a specific group of people that absolutely had to die… or possibly he was going to call to whatever was home base and have them make preparations for a contingency plan.

The bomber was only half a block ahead of him when he turned left. Frank turned to follow him, and saw the terrorist dive into a bar.

Frank slowed down as he approached. A suicide bomber who had just been thwarted ran into a crowded bar…and didn’t blow up?

The priest thought for a moment. Attacking the 69th dead on would not have been effective if the bomber was gunned down in the middle of the street before getting close to them, so circling around made sense…

But then again, the terrorist wouldn’t need to rush if Fr. Williams were dead.

Logically, the suicide bomber must have concluded that the priest was alone—clergy generally do not go out hunting terrorists by themselves if they could avoid it. If Frank called the police and let them go into the bar, the man would certainly self-destruct. If Frank went in, the terrorist would almost certainly be able to kill him, then make it back to the parade… but even if that did happen, there was always the chance that the men on parade would gun him down before he got too close enough to the crowds …

Fr. Williams sighed and moved in after his prey.

It turned out to be one of those narrow pubs with a bar that went the length of the room. Frank immediately ran into one end of the bar, and the bartender saw his shi
rt immediately. The bartender, a large beefy man, smiled at him. ‘Lose your collar, padre?’

Frank smiled. ‘You could say that. Two beers please.’

The bartender reached down and slid two cold ones onto the bar top. ‘Anything for the clergy. Keep them, it’s on the house.’

‘Thank you kindly. Have you seen a rather large gentleman come through here?’

The bartender nodded over Frank’s shoulder. ‘Right there,’ he said, and turned to the other end of the bar.

Frank felt the gun jab into his ribs. He grabbed one beer and thrust it at the bomber as though it were a weapon. ‘Hello again, nice to meet you. Have a drink, eh?’

‘I do not drink. Infidels like you surely at least understand that, do you not?’

‘You’re in an Irish bar on St. Patrick’s Day, and I’m plainly offering you a drink, do you want to stand out?’

The bomber gave a low growl and snatched the bottle. Before he could drink, Fr. Williams added, ‘You might want to give a toast…it’s also traditional.’

The bomber’s eyes narrowed. In the two minutes he had been in the bar, he had heard at least five individual toasts made by drunken infidels, so that much was true. ‘I wouldn’t know who to toast.’

‘I do. There’s a hero in Irish history, a name I think you’d appreciate.’ He told him.

The bomber sighed and, never taking his eyes off of the priest, bellowed out in a loud voice, ‘Here’s to Oliver Cromwell, the greatest hero to have ever graced Ireland.’

The first thing that went through his mind after that was a baseball bat, swung courtesy of the bartender, hoping to preempt a riot on his best business day of the year.

However, it only got worse from there.

Two hours later, Captain Frank McShane of the NYPD stood in front of Fr. Frank, taking his statement, and even he blinked at the priest’s last maneuver. ‘Ouch. Why didn’t you just have him toast Yassir Arafat at a meeting of the Israeli Defense Force?’

Fr. Williams smiled gently. ‘I couldn’t find anyone from the IDF around.’

The policeman slid away his notepad and sat across from Frank, in the back of the bar, which was technically a crime scene. ‘So, I have just one more question. Are you really a priest?’

Frank sighed. ‘Yes, I’m a priest. Why does everyone keep asking me?’

McShane laughed. ‘Because priests generally don’t go commando on terrorists.’

‘Oh.’ He smiled. ‘Well, I wasn’t always a priest, you see. I used to be a Green Beret.’

‘Special Forces? Don’t they run Black Ops for the CIA or something?’

Fr. Williams smiled and leaned back in his chair. ‘Maybe.’

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Erin and JennyPart 1When I heard Jenny coming up to your bedroom after we had been fucking I was horrified, I though oh shit the game is up and my head was spinning but when she opened the door and walked in I was astonished. Jenny is slightly taller than you at about 5’8’’ and she certainly looked older than sixteen she has gorgeous short blonde hair and striking blue eyes with a full bust that pushed out filling her shirt. Her legs were long and the denims she had on were so tight they...

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Erin Ashford

Reddit Erin Ashford, aka r/ErinAshford! Erin Ashford is not a pornstar from a bygone age, nor is she a famous modern-day pornstar. She’s also not a semi-famous Twitch streamer gone nude, not an Instagram model that promotes flat tummy tea, and definitely not a XXX cam model. So who is she exactly, and why should you care about her? Truth be told, she isn’t really known outside of Reddit - she made her XXX debut on /r/GoneWild after posting a large selection of XXX pictures (and some videos) on...

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Erin taught a terrible lesson 1

Erin finds herself back, tied up spread eagled at the back of the old truck of Pete. He creeps over her and whispers: "High time to teach you a lesson, Erin.A lesson you will never forget. A terrible lesson. And you know you deserve it".Pete erects and looks all over her body. He takes his time. Enjoys what he sees.The mix of Erin's embarrasment, fear and hot looks. He knows what will be up.Erin does not. She shivers. Even Pete does not even touch her. Yet.Without any warning, Erin feels her...

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Erin Gets Gayed

DISCLAIMER ALL PERSONS AND EVENTS ARE ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULTS ONLY AND IS NOT TO BE VIEWED BY MINORS. CAN ONLY BE POSTED OR USED ON FREE WEBSITES This kind of a sequel to "What Girls Really Want" in which young Erin falls for the beautiful and wicked Misty May who believes in black superiority and indoctrinates Erin in her way of how things should be for white boys. The characters are the same but it is really a gay story as opposed to the first one, which...

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Erin Explores Ch 01 The Gift Card

Erin woke with a start as the wind billowed the heavy drape curtains through the open bedroom window, catching the curtains on the chair and leaving sunlight to spill directly on her face and torso. A rattle came from downstairs as the postman delivered the mail, startling her, and she grabbed her blackberry from the side table where it lay, face down. Hitting the central button with her thumb, she woke it up and looked at the time, then dropped the phone back on the table, and lay back,...

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Erin Online

It was saturday evening, and Erin Kayleigh Keifer was annoyed to be stuck at home alone. Her parents and younger brother were unexpectedly away for the night, so she went right online to check in with her friends. Unfortunately they all had other plans or didn't have a car ride available (living in a wealthy suburb far from town meant walking or transit weren't options either). So Erin went online and posted a status update on her social media account "ErinKK" out of frustration: "I cant...

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Erin visits Jake longer than expected

Erin is a 24 year old beautiful single woman. She is 5’9” tall, medium length silky blonde hair, blue eyes, and a smile that lights up a room. Her athletic build includes a tight ass that she maintains by routine workouts. Her laugh is contagious, but unfortunately, she has no close family members since her mom passed a couple of years back. Her career allows her to take time off during the year for a month or sometimes more - which she uses to enjoy recreational travel and adventures with...

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Erin gets fucked first time

Erin gets fucked PART 1After a few weeks of mutual masturbation that ranged from quickies to full blown all afternoon shows between us it was fantastic when we went that little bit further and you made it clear that you wanted my big fat cock end to be the first one you held in your little young hand, entered into your lovely innocent mouth and let me push into your ever so young and innocent fresh cunt.You did play the innocent for a while but couldn’t help wandering into what turned out to...

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Erin and Her New Neighbor

Erin is a 42 year old high school teacher. She is not married although she has been close a time or two. During the school year she is a proper, professional teacher who expects discipline in her classroom and from herself. She appears to be rather plain looking, not wearing much makup or trendy clothes. She pretty much goes unnoticed during the school year and thats the way she prefers it. There is 2 weeks to go before summer vacation and Erin is starting to think about all the fun she is...

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Erins New Religion The Becoming

I knelt in front of Lord James and stared at His incredible cock. Nothing else mattered at that moment. No past. No future. Only me and Him. And his Godcock. "You might be the one. We will find out" came the voice from above, as if from the sky. That voice commanded my attention completely. Anything that voice wanted it would get from me. My mind and body were completely hooked to this gorgeous black man, Lord James. It was right for me to be on my knees hoping His cock would want me...

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Erins New Religion Erins Story

I needed more. For the past few months something was missing in my life. Yeah, my boyfriend cared about me and we had some fun times. I needed my world to be rocked. At 24 years old, my body was turning heads and I was starting to realize that I could have just about any man. At 5 foot 7 with light blue eyes in a face that people called "mega cute" and long auburn hair I was hard to miss. Three times a week in the gym earned a flat tummy and a butt that was killer in anything I wore. I...

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Erin and Erica pet Pete

Pete was pretty wasted with two teens on him and coming twice into Erin.Erin and Erica were fresh from their shower and decided to elegantly quit Pete.Re-living in his dreams what just had happened to him, Pete sported a hard-on.The teens giggled and with an eye-wink decided to wake up Pete by small Pete.The teens giggled louder when Pete gasped. And woke up with pets on his prick.The teens whispered unisono in his ears: "Wake up big Pete and small Pete.It´s time to freshen up and shower. We´ll...

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Erin learns vibrator sex

What to do nextHi Erin, the next thing you need to learn is how to masturbate your fanny with a vibrator and this is after you have had a few more tries at pushing your fingers up into your pussy whilst playing with your clit. If you can’t get a vibrator Daddy can always give you a carrot or Banana to use but its best to use a vibrator or a dildo which is a nice soft cock shaped toy that you can use to get your fanny used to having a great big real cock up inside you for when Daddy let’s you...

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The Boom Boom Room

I was horny as fuck, and I needed cock. So I did what I always did. Putting on one of my slut dresses, makeup and pumps. Sliding up my long thick thighs my red thigh high stockings. I headed on down the block to Slut Sugar. Once I arrived I had plenty of takers to buy my black ass a drink. It's crazy how you can be teased and picked on school for having black mocha skin. Big tits, big middle and big ass. But once you become grown a woman that's what men love about you. Now once I arrived into...

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Erin

100 for a face fuck at stone court by monsieurmaster-erinThis girl is taking too long to email back. It's already been an hour and I'm contemplating another look through the online ads. You see, I'm emailing this girl for sex. I know what you're thinking; pathetic. And you know what? You're right. It is pathetic for me to have to pay for sex. But I don't give a shit about your opinion. To me, the idea of having to go out, try and track down a female and convince her I'm suitable enough for...

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Erin and Annekes Corruption

NOTE: This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing herein are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All persons appearing in this story are eighteen years of age or older.My Danish girlfriend, Anneke, has the sweetest pale puffy nipples I've ever tasted. It so happened that I was licking them this particular Saturday night, while both our parents were out at a show. I'm Erin. Anneke moved to the US with her at the beginning of my last...

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Totally Chesty Tales ndash Tale 03

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Erin and her boss

Erin was excited. For the first time since she had been working at the agency she had been chosen by her boss to go on one of the company’s regular conferences. It meant she was being taken seriously, and this stage was seen at the firm as an important rite of passage. But there was another reason for her excitement. She was strongly attracted to her boss, Jack, an alpha male in his mid 40s. Jack was married with here children and had never seemed to show the slightest interest in his younger...

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Erins First Visit to a Strip Club

My name is Erin. My two favorite high school girlfriends are Anna and Erica. They are really cute blondie girls. All of us are 18 years old. We're horny and looking to do new things. Last night, we went for our first visit to a strip club. Not to strip or do anything crazy. We just wanted to see what goes on in those places. We took separate cars so each of us could leave early if we wanted to.We purposely dressed down because we didn't want to cause any distractions or hustle any business away...

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Erins Dirty Fantasies

My name is Erin. Last month i turned 18 years old. Now that i am "legal", my head is spinning with all these sex fantasies that might really happen for me. Up to now, i've only been with high school boys. They are o.k., but they aren't very imaginative. Or maybe they are just scared to be that way. Older guys were afraid of me because they might go to jail. But, like i say, now i am "legal" and a whole new world is open to me.I luv to masturbate and think about all my dirty fantasies. I take...

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Adams ApplesChapter 7 Boom

I LIKED MOTHER’S. It was reminiscent of a prohibition speakeasy and was modeled after the bar in the old Peter Gunn television show. It even had a small stage where a jazz trio played and was often joined by a chanteuse who whispered out sweet songs of seduction. That was like a hundred years ago when newsmen were newsmen. I even have a Homburg hat I wear when I go there. It has a wider brim than a trilby, but no side creases like a fedora. Other guys in the business like the Red Light, a...

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Totally Chesty Tales Tale 04

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Katherine Parr the Prefects Tale

I am a student at Katherine Parr’s school. Katherine Parr is a very exclusive private all –girls boarding school sited miles from anywhere in the wilds of Cumbria. The parents who sent their children there were very keen on discipline and Katherine Parr obliged them with a strict regime of corporal punishment in the proud tradition of its eponymous founder. I said all girls but no, that’s not entirely true. You see teachers’ sons were allowed to attend the school due to its remote...

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The Grimm Twins III The Tale of Snow White

"It’s late, Jacob, and you promised me a bed time story. Did you forget?" Jenny lips formed a petulant pout, somehow managing to look alluring. Perhaps it the way the light illuminated the outline of her nubile body through the sheer nightgown she’d attired herself in. Or perhaps it was the manner in which she stood, hands behind her, most likely clasped in a submissive pose. Seated in the leather armchair in the study, a thick manuscript upon his lap, Jacob regarded his sister with a warm...

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Baby Boomers TaleChapter 2

When I entered the kitchen the sunshine was streaming through the window and the appetising smell of bacon, eggs, toast and coffee and the sight of Mum standing at the bench with her back to me, greeted me. I crept up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her. "Morning Mum" I said, "I don't know which smells best - you or the food." "Morning, you should be starving after all that exercise last night" she said, "Put me down and sit at the table and I'll get your...

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Baby Boomers TaleChapter 4

When I woke next morning the sun was beaming through the window as we had neglected to close the curtains the night before. It was not long after sun-up and I was a bit 'punchy' at first and not totally aware of where I was. It soon came back to me and I recalled the happenings of the previous day and night with disbelief. As usual I had woken with a real 'Piss-proud' penis and a mouth that was dry and horrible tasting. My arm, which Mum was partly lying on, had gone to sleep and getting...

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Baby Boomers TaleChapter 5

When we had travelled about a mile down the road to home Mum finally relaxed and breathed a long sigh of relief. "God! That was terrifying! I was frightened that someone would notice the guilty look on my face and when you blew your nose on my panties I could have died! I have to admit that it was exciting but never again. Thank heavens your father's home this afternoon - that will end all this." She said. I wasn't waiting for Dad's return with my usual eager anticipation as I could...

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Baby Boomers TaleChapter 6

Mum just lay there flat on her back not moving. Her legs were parted a little and her arms lay at her sides. She had her eyes almost closed and was breathing in fast shallow pants. I moved up and lay beside her and kissed her gently, first on her lips and then her eyes and all over her face while gently petting her body at the same time. I was a bit worried that she might have had a fit or something and I did not what I should be doing. Slowly she relaxed and her breathing slowed and she...

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Baby Boomers TaleChapter 7

I pulled my shorts on and went up to my room to grab a shirt and as I was heading back out I looked in to the bathroom where Mum was just stepping into the shower. "Like me to wash your back?" I asked. She looked over her bare shoulder, smiled and beckoned me in and held out a soapy sponge. "I'd love that," she said, "But that's all your doing for now. We still have to keep the farm operating and all the animals need feeding." I pulled my shirt back off and moved to the door of...

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Baby Boomers TaleChapter 9

When I woke Mum was already up and singing in the shower. A glance at the beside clock indicated that I needed to get moving or I would miss the bus to school. I crawled out of bed and headed for the shower in the main bathroom and had a much needed clean up. By the time I was dressed and downstairs ready for another day at the mill, Mum had breakfast almost ready. She was singing happily to herself as she puttered around and it had been a long time since I had seen her in this mood. She was...

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Baby Boomers TaleChapter 10

When we walked through the back door we were greeted by a mouth-watering odour. It seemed that going by the smell we were to dine well tonight, unlike some previous undistinguished efforts. After a quick splash in the washhouse, a Chinese style stir-fry was awaiting our attention and it was as delicious as it promised. When we had finished Mum arose, after having told us that she was away to play cards for the evening and for us not to wait up as she was would be late, and headed upstairs to...

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Baby Boomers TaleChapter 12

After school I met the two girls at the car and Wendy hopped in the front with me and Suzie sat in the back with the books and bags. It was not terribly far to Suzie's home but I still had time to push my hand firmly into Wendy's groin on the outside of her skirt. She frowned at me and indicated that I shouldn't be doing this with Suzie sitting in the back. I just smiled at her and continued and slowly her legs parted and she thrust onto my hand while attempting to stop Suzie from noticing...

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