The Coach House Lesser Plumpton
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It was the first time that Karen had worked from her bosses’ home. Late Friday night the urgent contract was still unfinished so at nine o’clock they called it a day and she agreed to do overtime the next day. However, since the office was in town and they all lived in the same village for the two of them to go to the office didn’t make sense.Whilst they were working Liz wandered in to offer them coffee dressed only in a dressing gown. Liz was Ron’s wife and professional partner. Karen knew...
It had started as a normal dinner party between four couples who were firm friends. Admittedly two of the couples were partner swapping and were hoping to involve the third, Penny and Martin but they had all put Tricia down as a good girl, so left her and her husband, Steve out of their plans.“Our neighbours are getting paid for sex, here in the village, including Sylvia at the big house. Also, Bess and Jill are willing to strip for diners if you tip them enough.”Tricia did not sound...
Jack went into the pub where he had seen the girl before hoping that she would be there again, if nothing else for a dodgy East London pub they did a nice single malt Scotch. Previously he had been home on leave and needed some company Charlie was a call girl but Jack found her fun as well as good in bed. In all he had seen her four times. Trouble was he had lost her number and the mate he got it from had left the marines and they had lost touch.As Jack sipped his double, he saw he was in luck,...
“Mum you mean you’re a whore?”“Yes and I am enjoying both the sex and the money. Last week I cleared over a grand, the other two more.”“How much.”“Are that has got you attention! Going to join us?”“What no. Seriously did you just suggest that I become a tart.”“Darling you are already a tart, what I suggested was that you get paid for it. We both know that you would prefer not to work, well this way you can.”“Fuck me.”“No that’s i*****l.”“Being a prostitute isn’t?”“Actually no, soliciting is,...
The private bar of the Cock Inn, Lesser Plumpton was a bit more private than most. The residents of the village used it for orgies to which selected paying guests were invited. Currently it was occupied by a couple of country solicitors a doctor. A lab technician and their business people spouses who were fucking as if it was going out of fashion.Di was the Cocks part time cook and had just finished deserts so she went through to the bar to chat to the barmaid. Lisa was filling in as the...
This story was loosely inspired from one chapter of Jack Chalker's book Messiah Choice. The Lesser of Two Evils By Morpheus The soft humming of a fan filled the small office room, though Charles Edwards barely noticed it, having long since grown used to the sound. Instead, Charles absently adjusted his tie, wishing that the company would finally get the air conditioning going. But then he sighed, reminding himself that as a mid-level manager he as at least entitled to his own...
by po469 I made a suggestion that made my company millions of dollars and they gave me a $50,000 bonus. I spent hours and hours deciding what I was going to do with it. I finally invested $40,000 of it in my retirement account and decided to have fun with the rest. But how? My name is Bud. I am a 58 your old horny, divorced white male. For years now I have had a fantasy that I decided to see if I could make come true while I am still man enough to enjoy it. The fantasy is to have...
Hello, my name is ... well I don't have name. Lesser demons don't get names. We are just expected to roam the Earth, using our very limited powers until we make an impression on the big man downstairs. What do we do? Well the same thing as the big, famous demons. We each have our assigned field: greed, anger, envy, lust ... I was lucky enough to get a lust specialty in perversion. My job is the same as the powerful succubi and incubi: turn people toward a life of sexual perversion. I'm getting...
Mind ControlNight Skies Hotel: The Lesser of Two Evils By Wolverine Editor's note: This story was written with Solari's permission. Please be aware that, for storytelling purposes, this story does not always flow chronologically PROLOGUE The Patriarchial dostum waved his shock troops into the empty corridor. They slowly worked their way down the hall, their stony faces scanning every nook and cranny. A blur moved past them, drawing their attention to the dostum, who promptly fell, his armor...
“It’s like I told you, Robby, I want to pay.” Robby Jones looked at Heather in a manner both skeptical and disapproving. “I don’t know...” The pair were in the back booth of a nice restaurant, the same restaurant they had gone to before the Homecoming Ball, a fact which wasn’t lost on Robby. It was also relatively expensive, another fact of which he was painfully aware. He and Heather had settled on a high sex and low-cost romance considering his tight budget, and he had definitely not...
Meg the next generation part two of “Generations”Hope Springs had changed quite a lot in the previous seventy years. The British had gone. General Cornwallis had fled from Georgetown. The British had returned for a while and gone once again.It was eighteen thirty one and Hope had more than doubled in size. The great estates of cotton plantation were making a fortune on the backs of slaves imported from Bristol and Liverpool and cotton was King everywhere …………… except in Hope...
Generations By Gingerfred Man AUTHOR'S NOTE - There is no reasonable explanation, biological or otherwise, for the Freeloves' spectacularly unusual anatomy or their ability to procreate. So none is offered. I suggest you enjoy the story anyway. Chapter One - Meet the Freeloves The alarm clock woke Lisa Freelove at 6:30 a.m., as it did every Monday through Friday. She rubbed sleep from her eyes and anticipated yet another wonderful day. Every...
Generations 1880Hope Spring Virginia and with the dreadful civil war over life went on almost as usual . Some of “Hopes” finest boys had been lost to the union forces. Everyone knew some woman who was now a lonely widow.Despite the decimation Hope Springs had grown larger than ever. Fresh blood had arrived and the township was doubling in size Sarah Brown’s dear husband had been killed in the last days of the bloody conflict leaving her to bring up...
Megan Brown ………. Generations In which Megan Brown and her descendants are schooled and disciplinedIn “Hope Springs” an Anglo Irish Community in Virginia beginning in the year of s*******n sixty one…………………….This story is not in any way a history of Virginia or “The old Dominion” as it was sometimes called. It is the story not of slavery or revolution ,rather the daily lives of the good people of “Hope Springs” a small farming community in...
This is the second Carnival of Mirrors tale. The first, also available on Fictionmania, is called: Carnival of Mirrors: Four Fates. Like this, it's a standalone tale. You don't have to have read either to follow the other, but if you like this one you'll probably like that one, too. CARNIVAL OF MIRRORS: GENERATIONS By BobH (c) 2004 New York City, Fall 2001 Staring up at the Unisphere, that 12-story high, stainless steel representation of the Earth that was one of the few...
100% fiction! My name is Jesse and I was eighteen when I sampled three generations of forbiddin fruits for the first time. It happen on a saturday afternoon , my mother , grandmother and sister went shopping. Leaving me to watch american Pie I had a boner when they returned with bags for Victoria Secerts. They all said hello to me and giggled as they went down the hall to Mom's room. I didn't know what they were giggling about , I just figured something funny had happen while they were at the...
IncestChapter 1 "Whoa?!" Jessie said as she sat by her desk, holding the bundle of papers that she'd just read through, not believing that her grandmother Dannie had been completely crazy. She'd always been a little mysterious and as she'd gotten even older she'd talked mostly in riddles but Jessie would never have guessed that she was crazy-crazy. The reason as to why Jessie was sitting there reading these notes was because my mother, "Granny Dannie" as we called her, had just...
by a_decent_fellowIt was Memorial Day weekend of the year that I was going to turn fifty years old. I told my wife that a guy that I work with asked me if I would go to his hunting camp with him over the weekend and help him install a new hot water tank."Do you want to come along?" I asked, knowing she would decline."You know damn well that I have to work!" she barked, "Besides, the only reason you want me to go along is to cook for you and empty to the shit bucket. I'll see you when you get...
Chapter 1 "Could you pass me the porridge?" my father asked. "Sure thing, father!" my younger sister replied and handed father his third portion of the grainy goo. I'd never been the greatest admirer of porridge, finding the taste not to my liking. "Could I have some more too?" I asked, feeling genuinely hungry. Father passed the porridge to me, using my mother as the deliverer. "Thanks!" I said, remembering to be polite. I had lived on the same farm for my entire life, rarely...
I accompanied my girlfriend, Laura, to a family get together in California last September. Her two daughters Ellen and Christine and her Mom, Grandma Patricia, were the main reason for our visit. I didn’t want to go. I hate family reunions. Moreover, I was hoping to use the opportunity of her absence to get together with some old friends and watch a game or two while having some beers and some laughs. Only, as she has a way of doing, my girlfriend twisted my arm to go by making me feel guilty....
So it started off as a cold, wet,typical northern Indiana day. I had gone to the local home improvement center, to pick up some charcoal needed to cook a delicious pork tenderloin on the grill later that day. When I looked up and saw a beautiful Red head walking my direction. Her Buggy was filled to the top with wallpaper,paint, drywall compound. and a lot of the tools one would need to complete the jobs she had in mind. I figured she had to be in her late fifties, and said good morning as I...
Every summer that goes by for a decade or more now, I tell myself this is the last bikini season for me, but the following summer I invariably find that it still fits and I still look as presentable as could be expected for my late forties. But even had I been concerned that my prime was finally past as I blossomed forth from Elizabeth and Jonathan’s seaside cottage on that sunny afternoon, I would have surely allowed for one last hurrah of our youth, after all, that was what the holiday was...
“So, you really want me to set this thing up?” asked Peter, a curious tone to his voice. It was Thursday afternoon, and he was calling Lauren at her office. “What? Oh, the camera!” she answered in surprise, then lowered her voice and looked around the empty lobby with a guilty look. “Yes, it might be fun! Will it take long?” “I have no idea,” he replied. “It all depends on how long it takes to run the cable. Why?” “Mmmm, I’d sort of like to surprise Heather with this, you know. She’ll be...
Lauren really wished that Peter had simply taken her up on her offer to cook dinner at her house that night. She had been so busy the last few weekends that she really didn’t need to go out with him again. It wasn’t that she didn’t love him; if she didn’t love him, she wouldn’t be going out. She was simply tired and wanted to be home for a while. First there had been the weekend before Christmas, when Peter had taken her to his company’s Christmas party. It was ‘black tie’ and far more...
An unexpected business trip to Seattle for software development kept Peter away from Lauren’s the following weekend, so it was two weeks before he was able to come back to see about ‘taking care of business.’ Fortunately, it was going to be a quiet weekend; Frank and Shirley had volunteered to take Jimmy and Holly for the weekend, and Heather was able to take care of herself. Helen and Jack had taken a long weekend to go to the lake country for a small vacation of their own. When Peter...
John was a 18-year old high school student in 9th grade. He was also a huge nerd, in both the engineering and D&D clubs at his school. This isn't to say that he looked bad, but he was intensely socially awkward, getting nervous when around anyone other that his close friends. This story begins just before his last period of the day, as John goes to the bathroom. John was having a lousy day. It was a Friday in early June, and all his Finals were done. However, his chemistry teacher had pulled a...
BDSMPlease say it! Baby, not now. Please, I need to hear it from you. I love you! Again! Say it again! Baby you know how much I love you. I married you for no other reason. And my dick? It isn't too... small? Uh... no honey, it's just fine! You still enjoy having sex with me? Oh yeah, you're a wonderful husband... But do you still want me... inside you from time to time? When Tom's not around, maybe I'll need you inside me. But I'm horny now! That's because you're watching...
Ryan rubbed his eyes, nudging Nahash to get her attention as he leaned across to show her the page. Her sisters were curled up nearby like giant cats, sleeping around them in haphazard piles. The roaring flames of the bonfire were now smoldering embers, he must have been researching for hours. He wondered idly what the logic was and if the Seirim had intentionally simulated the fire dying down, or if the illusory bonfire behaved as a real one would. “I’ve got it down to two,” he said, trying...
In which our hero and heroine discover each other, although they have been married for years. The metamorphic stage involves many changes in the metabolism of the hosts. 00.13 Saturday 3rd July 2004 It's past midnight. I've left Celia sleeping. I should not be here but I just have to record this or burst. Celia has been great. I never thought I would say it, but she really cares for me. I left my computer and carried the cold hard body of my poor little Ariel up to our bedroom with tears...
In which our hero works some things out, and our heroine takes charge. In a symbyotic relationship, unlike a parasitical one, the host can gain as much as the vector. 19.14 Saturday 3rd July 2004 I've been doing some research, and I have to note this down. Photo albums. I've looked through the old photos of both of us, and it is NOT just that I am seeing her properly for the first time. I look at the picture and I look at her, asleep, and she has really changed. In the pictures, she used...
In which we discover what it was all about. In even the most complicated of life cycles there is only one ultimate driver - reproduction. 10.15 Saturday 17th July 2004 Saturday morning, waking Mike with a blow job. It is such a nice ritual, to be able to take time over it, instead of having to rush it like on weekdays. I swear he pretends to be asleep just to make sure I do the full slow getting-him-up-before-he-wakes-up routine. But I am beginning to wonder if I am not actually becoming...
I can sense the mercenaries out there keeping watch over the girls. No one is going to fart anywhere near the girls and get away with it. Our walk was followed one of the paths around a lake between some rundown apartment buildings, a school that needed significant work, and a playground that had seen better days. We passed a mother with two young children playing happily even though their pants had holes in the knees. The mother’s clothes were old and faded, but clean and in good shape. In...
As I watched my fourteen year old great granddaughter lounging in the sun I couldn’t help but think back to that day I found her grandmother, my daughter, messing around with a man in my bedroom. I was supposed to be at work but had decided it was too nice a day to be at work. So I told John my assistant manager that as company boss I deemed it my responsibility to get as much sunshine as possible to keep me healthy. “Yes sir Mr Thomas,“ He smiled. It’s not like I hadn’t done this before....
I woke up hung over and I had no idea where in the hell I was. My first clue was a pair of black panties I had wrapped around my wrist. I vaguely remembered having them stuffed into my mouth at one point, and then—had they been used to tie me to the bed post? I rolled to my back from my belly with a groan. Oh my god, I was sore! My pussy was sore, my arms were sore, my thighs actually trembled when I tried to move… What in the hell was I doing last night? Then Catherine sighed and shifted...
August 4th 1977 was the date the death knell of the X-Men had been signed. Cyclops was gone. The leader of the X-Men was dead. Charles Xavier was gone. The founder of the X-Men was in space to find a new home for mutant Skrulls. Jean Grey was gone. The light of the X-Men had resigned out of a fervent belief that Cyclops was still alive. Magneto had returned to Genosha, with Polaris going with him. Bishop had returned to some desolate future. Gambit had resigned to lead the Thieves' Guild....
FantasyPROLOGUE John laid down on the exercise bench as he lifted the bar up and down trying to remember a time when fifty pounds didn?t seem like as much. In his younger day he wouldn?t think twice about trying to bench over a hundred pounds. Now if he did it he would probably end up in the hospital. Of course for a man in his forties he was in great shape. He tried to keep in shape. A habit he inherited from mom. Heck she still did yoga and stuff herself and was a damn good looking woman. He put...
IncestTHE STORY The story centres on Nathan Sand, a high school boy and his growing sexual adventures with some of the females in his family. I strive to write between 400 and 800 words on each fork, not to make it too short and lose depth in the story and not to make it too long and boring. CHARACTER INTRODUCTION! Nathan Sand (our main hero) Age: 18 Height: 5,6ft Weight: 131lbs Hair: Short dark brown Occupation: Student Relation: Son Veronica Sand Age: 34 Height: 5,7ft Weight: 119lbs Hair: Long...
IncestFather and son seems more like something from a porn movie script rather than a Christmas do. I was fucked by my junior colleague and his uninvited friend last year after a Christmas drink - see an earlier story.i cannot believe that it is Christmas party time again. This year my pimping boss promised me to a client after our evening do, well I sort of volunteered. Anyway I somehow found myself sat between a father and son. Dave, a deputy director like me and his son Oliver, a recent graduate...
I met my girlfriend through her daughter and my daughters friendship. Right away I could see where she got her looks. That fall our daughters left for college and we were fucking all the time. Life was good. One day as I had just gotten her off from circling my tongue on her asshole the phone rings. No big deal it was for her so I continued by entering her tight little ass. God I was ready to cum when I heard "of course MOM you can stay in Candace's room". My cock went from just about to...
Me and my family...are on our way to my grandma,s..just paying her a visit...as she lives out in the country.dad...decided to set of early....im 21...my sister..carol..25...dad....45..and mom....44...l really didn,t want to come?..as gran and grandad...like to walk around in the nude...naturist,really...dad..why do l have to come?...i said..well son...dad said....we are family...and nobody gets left out...l know dad,but...but what...dad...said...you dont like looking at old people,s bits?....id...
i****t, Genetic Sexual AttractionChapter 1It was a Sunday early morning, hearing loud noises from the Hostel corridor, I came out of my room and learnt to my shock and surprise our classmate Mohan was found dead in his room, obviously committed suicide. An empty arsenic bottle and a suicide note found besides the bed.He hails from a wealthy rich landlord family, the only son of his parents and doing well in studies. He married six months earlier Madhusmita. No one could imagine the reasons for...
Well my wife is a total slut for cock. I take full credit for her transformation to the whore of my life. When we got married I told her that there are three things I want in a woman 1A gourmet cook 2 a gracious host when we have company and 3 A total slut in bed. Well she took the last real good. This story I'm telling happened about 3 months ago. My friend Dave lives 4 houses away and we have been good friends for about 20 years. The first thing you notice about Dave is his size 6'8" and...
Incest, Genetic Sexual Attraction Chapter 1 It was a Sunday early morning, hearing loud noises from the Hostel corridor, I came out of my room and learnt to my shock and surprise our classmate Mohan was found dead in his room, obviously committed suicide. An empty arsenic bottle and a suicide note found besides the bed. He hails from a wealthy rich landlord family, the only son of his parents and doing well in studies. He married six months earlier Madhusmita. No one could imagine the reasons...
IncestAm a bit free of my pressing career commitments now so here’s the next ……about bindu. Chip of the old block!With beena now totally in my care, we were meeting and mating quite unabashedly. It was during one such day that I could break ice with bindu. As I had mentioned earlier bindu was doing her management studies in Bangaloreand used to come home on weekends or once a month. As beena had married early this lass of hers was around 23yrs of age and in stark contrast to her mother. She was...
"That was a really excellent dinner, Mrs. Romanowski." Stanley Greene said as he laid his napkin on the table. "It's been a real long time since I ate that good." "Well, when you marry my Rachel, you'll eat that good all the time," the fifty-two year old woman said as she began to clear the table. "I've taught her everything I know." "Oh Mother," Rachel Romanowski said from the other side of the table. "Let me help you with those, Mrs. Romanowski." Stanley said as he got up...
Feedback greatly appreciated Characters The Standish’s David - Me - 57 Bela - wife - 55 ish’s David - Me - 57 Bela - wife - 55 Isabel - Bela’s mom - 75 Stanley - Son - 32 Janeen - Stanley’s Wife - 40 Kate - Stanley’s daughter - 14 Carl - Isabel suitor #1 - Bi Jodi - 17yo daughter Randy - Yank Bartender Tanya & Pierce - neighbors Earl - Theatre owner We lived in a township about 20 miles northwest of London, called Rickmansworth. Neat little village, awesome pub called...
As I watched my fourteen year old great granddaughter lounging in the sun I couldn't help but think back to that day I found her grandmother, my daughter, messing around with a man in my bedroom. I was supposed to be at work but had decided it was too nice a day to be at work. So I told John my assistant manager that as company boss I deemed it my responsibility to get as much sunshine as possible to keep me healthy. "Yes sir Mr Thomas," He smiled. It's not like I hadn't done this...
Kate was the 35 year old mother of Brigid and the wife of my son Alan. Alan and Kate had married two years ago, and I was upset to hear that their marriage was already unraveling. Positive proof of that was under me at the moment - a naked Kate had my cock embedded in her delicious pussy. Kate was a slender brunette with shoulder length hair. She had a very pretty face that had been very sad not many minutes ago ... but now was glowing due to the effects of a wonderful fuck session. Her...
I was lazing about in the pool, enjoying the cool waters on this hot day when I heard an unfamiliar voice coming from the direction of the house. “Hello” was the greeting that I heard. I turned to the voice and found a very attractive woman in a light coloured floral patterned dress that showed off her figure very nicely. The appearance and face was familiar ... and it was then that I realised that this was Kate’s mother. She had spoke about the possibility that Anne could pay a...
“Yes ... I’m leaving”. “This wonderful man is taking me upstairs to fuck me senseless with his beautiful big cock” Alice taunted her former classmates with. For effect I withdrew her damp tiny lace panties from my coat pocket and dangled them from my fingers after giving them a sniff. The looks and sounds of shock and indignation from our audience were priceless - little had changed in their attitudes towards Alice in the intervening fifty years. I pulled her into a passionate tongue...
Lauren pulled off her t-shirt and tossed it into the open hamper, then undid the snap on her shorts and threw them in as well. Reaching into the shower, she twisted the valve to turn on the hot water, then stepped back. Facing the mirror, she reached behind her back and undid the heavy and utilitarian bra and peeled it off. Finally, she pulled off the plain and functional cotton panties and examined herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw. She wasn’t a teen any longer, like her young...
“Enhanced Systems, Lauren Graham speaking, how may I help you?” said Lauren as she picked up the telephone on her desk. She glanced at her desk clock and picked up a pen. “I’ll just bet you could enhance my system,” replied the caller, a lewd tone to his voice. “Like you wouldn’t believe!” answered a laughing Lauren. “You nut, do you need someone or are you just calling to sexually harass me?” Peter Tallman’s grin could practically be heard through the phone line. “Just checking, are you...
Lauren grinned to herself as she remembered that first weekend. She had been so nervous with Peter, and after they had sixty-nined and then made love on the carpet in front of the fireplace, she had nervously asked him if he would stay the night. Peter had taken her into his arms and held her tightly, whispering that he would stay as long as she wanted. They had spent the night on the floor there, with throw pillows and a comforter, and neither got very much sleep. Saturday, Peter had taken...
“Mommy!” Holly Graham screamed in delight and tore through the open gate into the back yard. She tackled her mother around the knees, hugging her fiercely. “Mommy!” Heather Mackenzie looked at Lauren curiously as she wheeled her bicycle into the yard, Jimmy in tow. “What are you doing here?” she asked. “Why aren’t you working?” Lauren smiled and reached down to wrap her daughter in a tight hug before sending her off. She dropped the reel of hose she had been wrestling with and answered,...
The doorbell rang promptly at eight-thirty on Saturday morning, and Holly scampered through the living room to open the door, followed closely by a very rambunctious golden retriever. She opened the door to see a very large man smiling down at her. “Hello. Who are you?” she asked. “My name is Peter. You must be Holly, right?” Holly looked up and smiled, nodding, and Peter continued. “Is your Mommy home?” Holly turned around and ran back into the house, yelling for her mother, while Goldie...
“So how did your date go the other night?” asked Lauren. It was Thursday afternoon and Tuesday Heather had gone out again with Robby. “Okay. What about yours?” the teen countered. “Uh, uh. You first! Do some more kissing?” asked Lauren. Heather blushed but nodded. “A lot more, and it was even better. Robby got really close and started rubbing up against me and I started feeling sort of fluttery, like when, you know...” “Like when you play with your pussy!” answered Lauren softly. The...
“What was going on over at your place the other night?” asked Lauren. It was early evening and Lauren had just arrived home. “Oh, God! What a nightmare!” exclaimed Heather. Lauren continued looking at the teen, waiting for an explanation. At nine the previous night, the television at the MacKenzie house suddenly had the volume turned up. It was so loud, in fact, that one of the neighbors across the street had called the police, complaining about the noise level, and a sheriff’s deputy had...
The next major uproar at the MacKenzie house happened the following Tuesday night. Lauren had been back long enough Monday night to give her children the souvenir t-shirts she had bought them and join them for dinner and a couple of quick TV shows. They seemed none the worse for wear even though her mother-in-law seemed pleasantly frazzled, and she promised Jimmy and Holly that next weekend they would all stay home. Tuesday at work went quietly, and the family had another quiet evening at...