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Kathryn was laying in bed, thinking about her son, Derrick. He was coming home from college tomorrow. She was ecstatic, after all she hadn't seen him in almost three months, not since his second semester of college started; which meant, she hadn't fucked him in over three months. He was twenty-one now and they had been having a sexual relationship for over three years. She wasn't sure why she desired or craved him as much as she did. She wondered, why is sex with him so much better than with...
I didn't write this story, but enjoyed reading it elsewhere. Had a search for it here and couldn't see it so I thought I'd share it with everyone here.CHAPTER ONETHE ONE THAT GOES LIKE THIS:"We're on our own, cousin/All alone, cousin/Let's think of some games to play/Now the grown-ups have all gone away."- "Cousin Kevin," The WhoIt had been four months since Tiffany Daniels had been a toy.The gorgeous 16-year-old cheerleader had spent those four months trying tore-build her reputation at...
Chase + Tiffany lesbian scene One of the many sexual encounters of Chase and Tiffany Tiffany Andrews and Chase Walker first met in an orphanage at a very young age. Even though Chase was three year older than the other girl they both looked the same age. The parents of Tiffany were killed in a ski accident in Colorado, and the parents of Chase were murdered in New York; so they had something in common from the start. Because the girls didn?t have any other relatives there were put for...
BABY TIFFANY By Betty Noone It was Christmas Eve and Jack Winston and his wife Cindy were relaxing, enjoying the fire in the fireplace after having opened the presents they gave to one another. They have been married for five years and were deeply in love. There were no children, and Jack knew that there could be none before they were married, as Cindy had a genetic condition that prevented her from getting pregnant. Jack was a vice-president and junior partner in an...
Kathryn was laying in bed, thinking about her son, Derrick. He was coming home from college tomorrow. She was ecstatic, after all she hadn’t seen him in almost three months, not since his second semester of college started; which meant, she hadn’t fucked him in over three months. He was twenty-one now and they had been having a sexual relationship for over three years. She wasn’t sure why she desired or craved him as much as she did. She wondered, why is sex with him so much better than with...
IncestI returned home from the meeting in a good mood. The new client was pleased and had agreed to a long-term contract. I was pleased with myself for closing the deal. As I pulled in I saw Tiffany's Jeep in the driveway.I entered the house to find Pam and Tiffany in the kitchen. Pam was wearing her usual shorts and t-shirt. Tiffany was wearing a very short white skirt and a white tank top. Her huge breasts hung freely with her thumb-sized nipples showing through the material."Hello, handsome,"...
Swingers" ... but don't you think he's too young for that?" Mom asked and I held my breath waiting for his answer. "He's going to be thirteen," Dad said. "That's old enough, believe me." "I don't know," she sighed. "It's a lot of money and..." "When I was Josh's age, I wanted one more than anything else in the world," he cut her off. "My parents couldn't afford it, but we can. It'll be good for him, you'll see." "I hope so, John," she agreed reluctantly. They were quiet...
Summary - Tiffany plays a naughty trick on her older brother. Note – This is a work of fiction, make-believe and sexual fantasy. It is not based on real people or actual events. You must be 18 or over to read these stories. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18 in real life. In real life, incestuous relationships, particularly when an under-aged person is involved with a parent or adult, often causes deep psychological damage. This story is provided for...
Dan bumped his head a couple of dozen times against the wall in the bedroom he'd been in with Ellen. The act looked funny given he was naked and sober, but so were the rest of us. He'd dropped the newspaper that repeated the story in a British tabloid about me carrying around pornographic and lewd pictures that had been sexted to me or taken by me on my cell phone. I took his head pounding as an indication that my publicist hadn't the slightest idea how to cope with this sudden release of...
Gilbert unlocked the door to the apartment and walked in. It was Saturday morning, so he expected to be alone. His younger roommates spent every weekend visiting with their families. He had kissed his family goodbye six years ago, and never looked back. Well, almost never, he thought as he strode through the living room and into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and noted with annoyance that there were only two beers left. His roommates had once again left him hanging.Jason and Kevin...
The Metamorphosis of Tiffany Tom put the cap back on his beloved red lipstick and admired in his wife's vanity mirror his latest masterpiece. He blinked at his reflection which showed a semi realistic looking woman albeit a trashy one. His long false eyelashes setoff his smoky eye makeup perfectly. It was just the look he was going for. After years of surreptitious practice, he had cultivated a real talent for applying cosmetics. It had taken months but he now had the slutty...
Introduction: This is about how i eventually got Tiffany into bed, all be it reluctantly on her part If I get enough positive responses I will post parts two and three! Ever since my husband caught me having sex with my best friend Lisa, and likes the fact I like to fuck girls, my cravings women have grown immensely. Plus now that I dont have to suppress those feelings I can act on any situation that comes my with his approval. Previously I would shy away from other women flirting with me or...
Tiffany had her seventeenth birthday party early that evening. In addition to her mother and sisters, several of her young girlfriends were there. Shortly before the party was scheduled to break up at about eight PM, I saw a strange car pull into their drive. Even though I had never seen him, I knew it was Tiffany's lowlife boyfriend. He was actually her ex-boyfriend. He just didn't know it yet. He seemed to have a bad attitude as he purposely walked up my neighbor's drive. Without even...
GAMBLING WITH TIFFANY I left school as soon as I could, the only subject I was any good at was maths and then it was mental arithmetic that I excelled at, not the fancy theorems. I was lucky in that I got a job in a large department store that had branches all over the country. Pretty soon I got onto their management training scheme and was moved to a major city. The pay was reasonable, but I didn't know anyone other than the people I worked with. One Saturday night I drew out some...
I slept between Crystal and Ellen the night we got back from Minnesota. I think we were sexed out because uncharacteristically no one made any overt gestures to any of the others regarding sex. We were cuddly and happy, and even went to bed early making up for the sleep deprivation we'd suffered when we opted to keep messing around until the wee hours while at Brite's home. I remember wondering what each of the women was thinking or dreaming as I drifted off. Were these moments a calm...
So where to begin with my good little slutty slave maid, well I suppose its starts with our agreed sessions on a Friday or Saturday where Tiffany being a good little crossdressing slut that she is would be waiting for my arrival dressed as requested in her PVC maid outfit. All our desires and kinks were already agreed before we started our sessions so we both knew what to expect, however there was something about turning up for a session to have the front door open to be greeted by your PVC...
Tiffany by Regal It was almost closing time when the bell on the bookshop door dinged. A beautiful and voluptuous young woman entered, an urgent look in her eyes. She smiled slightly when she saw the clerk and let out a breath, but the look in her eyes remained. "Uh, hi," she said. "Sir? Do you remember me?" "Of course I do," he replied. "You're Tiffany." "Yes, but do you REMEMBER me?" she asked in a desperate voice. "Of course I do," the clerk repeated...
"Tiffany" After another week long vacation in New York City I was back on the plane headed south along the eastern seaboard. But we didn't get far because only minutes after take off we were diverted. Weather and delays had forced an overnight in Boston once again. After making the trip three or four times a year I had by now gotten used to the layovers. I got off the plane, then went to retrieve my luggage and was soon wheeling my suitcase down the concourse as I juggled my purse...
Totally Tiffany I I don't remember when it started. It seems as if my earliest memories are of wanting to be a girl. I grew up in a family that was typical of middle class America, mom and dad both worked to support us. I had an older brother and two older sisters. Being the baby of the family had both its advantages and its disadvantages. I learned to live with it. My brother Jake was five years older than me and was my arch nemesis. We fought more often than not, and I was the...
I had worked for Mr. Maxwell since leaving school, and though it mightn’t suit everyone, I’d enjoyed the last twenty years. I like living where I was born, and small-town Scotland still places commerce a rung above the more recently-invented professions. I was already as good as manager of Mr. Maxwell’s shop, with a smooth path to succeeding him on his retirement, and in most ways life was good. I fished and shot, sailed, studied local history and took pictures, but never joined the clubs. I...
There Was This Girl 6 – Tiffany I was just on the way to pick up a new plane. New to me anyway, and I didn’t want to mess around with the service center when I left for home, so I stopped in at the Safeway just down from the airport near Fountain Road and Murray and ran in for some goodies. I’d spent the night in the hotel, flying in from Lambert the night before, which was Monday. It was already Tuesday. Time flies, right? Anyway, I went into Safeway, getting ready to veer left into the deli...
I slid the report into the proper file just as he walked into the room. Dennis Butz stood there wearing his three-piece suit, looking as handsome and charming as any man could. But I was not to be tamed by his charm. "Hello, Linda," he said with a friendly grin. "Judge Herns isn't in today," I replied back in a frosty tone. "I'm not here to see her." "My plane leaves in less then an hour Dennis, what do you want?" I slammed the file drawer shut and walked past him to my desk...
"Tiffany" "Curtsey for Henry Tim sweetie." Madge said with a giggle as I minced and swished around the living room in the frilly beribboned taffeta dress complete with a layered, white chiffon petticoat. I did as I was told then standing in front of Madge and her friend Henry I wobbled on the stiletto heels then knelt a feminine curtsey! "Isn't sissy boy just darling?" Madge giggled as Henry looked me over and stifled a giggle himself as he noticed my face reddening even through the...
I flirt with the ladies. It is just something that I did. I did it without even thinking about it; it just came natural. None of them were ever going to take me up on anything I said and I knew it. Christ, I was fifty-two years old and the girls I flirted with were all in their twenties and were married or had boyfriends. Besides, they all knew my wife and thought that we were happily married. We weren't. Weren't happily married I mean, and hadn't been since the day two years ago when I...
Tiffany knocked on Chuck's door, and he opened it, dressed in a light shirt and slacks. She had put on the sexiest thing she'd brought with her, which was a blouse with a deep "V" neck. She'd left her bra off, even though she knew her heavy breasts would bounce all around. They were just going to the dining room, and then... She didn't know what would happen then, but she knew he liked looking at her breasts, and she liked having him look, now, so she just did it. Her legs were bare...
I sent a message through to Bev to tell her the flat had now been taken and all is sorted and she replied with a smiley face telling me she would be late home as going to see her girlfriend after work, perfect seeing as I had to look after Tiffany.I had a nap and a quick shower before putting on my boxers and vest totally forgetting that the button had gone but my vest was long enough to cover any embarrassment so after making some special squash for my visitor I grabbed a beer and put the TV...
"A whole day to spend with each other!" said Tiffany, almost skipping along. "I haven't spent a whole day with a woman in... maybe ever!" said Chuck. Tiffany stopped, and turned. "We know we're compatible in bed," she said, smiling. "Want to find out if we're compatible in other ways?" "Desperately," he said. "I think there's an amusement park in Phoenix." Twenty minutes later they were dressed for walking, and talking to one of the cab drivers out front. They asked him...
This may be archived/posted anywhere. Just give credit where credit is due, thanks! Tiffany By Pretzelgirl She wears a pale violet sweater And I'm so glad I have met her. She tackles life so un-fettered. She's kind to all she sees. Hair hangs down across her eyes. Her baggy jeans are oversized. (And she has nicely rounded thighs!) Her name is Tiffany. She's not afraid to laugh. And she stands up on behalf Of the weak and low and needy. She is Tiffany. She...
Randi's Vacation Randi woke up to his alarm and quickly silenced it. A quick glance to his left confirmed the Denise was already up. She almost always got up before him preferring some extra time between getting ready for work and needing to walk out the door. He preferred to have enough time to get ready, eat and go. He walked to the bathroom which was right in the master bedroom. The condo they bought was a bit extravagant but provided plenty of room and they could afford it on...
Hum dono abhi bhi nange hi thay. Chalte chalte usne paad maari. Uski gaand mein abhi bhi haddi akti hui thi. Nadi kinare, jhadiyon ke bich usko bithaya. “Hug le saali madarchod. Kab se paad rahi jai bhosdiki.” Woh hugne lagi. Uski gaand se haddi nikal gayi. Uski garam moot ki dhaar mere pairo pe giri. “Saali maderjaat! Mere pairon pe mootegi. Saali raand muh khol,” main uske muh mein mootne laga. Lavda uske gale mein ghus kar mootne laga. Maine apni tange faila di aur wahi khade khade hugne...
Mera naam Rudra hai. Ek number ka harami aur besharam. Mera dimaag mere lavde mein hai, jo saala har waqt chudai ke liye uchalte rehta hai. Kasarati badan jo ghanto tak lavde ka saath deta hai. Waise toh bachpan se hi kaafi chudai ki hai. Lekin yeh wali sabse achi wali, ya yeh kahu ki sab se gandi wali hai. Main tab 30 saal ka tha. Shaadi hui nahi thi. Ghar mein rehta hi nahi tha. Naukri hi aisi thi ke sheher-sheher gaon-gaon bhatakna padta tha. Peshe se ek civil engineer, jiski degree paiso se...
Chapter 1. Unexpected InterruptionKNOCK.KNOCK.My heart began beating out of my chest to the rhythm of every hard knock at the door. My pants were around my ankles, and I was positioned in my desk chair, crouched over my hard cock, explicit content splayed across my computer screen. To my left was the narrow kitchen that led straight to the front door that --KNOCK.KNOCK.KNOCK.I swear I could feel my heart beating through my shaft and pumping more blood into the head of my dick while I stumbled...
Oral SexThis is a story that was written specifically for me by my best friend Tiffany. This is her work and I'm very proud of her***********************School is coming close to Christmas break, leaving only one thing in the way. Finals… the dreaded time of school. Studying and cramming everything possible into their heads. Luckily for me, I only have 2 finals left before I can just relax for the holiday. I cram two nights straight, take my last final and head home. I decide I need to get away for a...
Andrea Standing (part 2 of Andrea's Stand) A note at the beginning. One of the problems with writing a serial story is that the author feels a need to recap what happened in the prior portions. Please go back and read part 1, "Andrew Running". It will make this a better story. Briefly Andrew at 19, abused by his father, runs away to a distant relative, Aunt Clara. Andrew goes along with a joke played by Clara's lover Marnie, and ends up as Andrea working in Marnie's luxury used car...
This tale is an ADULT experience. It contains strong sexual content that is not at all suitable for minors.-------------------CRYSTAL.-------------------WrittenbyMiss Irene Clearmont.This story can be read separately, or be regarded as a continuation of ?Phoenix Rising?. Be aware that there are spoilers here for ?Phoenix Rising? and that you may wish, therefore, to read that story before you tuck into this one?As you wish, it?s your experience not mine?Copyright ? 2012 (Feb) Miss Irene...
TOMORROW ALWAYS COMES - CHUCK I see your picture in the news most every day You're the chosen girl of the social world, so the stories say But a paper smile only lasts awhile, then it fades away And the love we knew will come home to you some day Charlie Pride I'd had to hire someone to replace Sophie and I found a local girl. Her name was Ana Carranza and I'd known their family since I was a kid. The last time I'd seen Ana she had been eight. Now she was a short, curvaceous black...
Like most boys, as soon as Devon turned sixteen he went and took his driving test. He only had his license for a week and not only was it the first time to be driving without one of his parents in the car, but also the first time he took it without permission. His younger sister Sara was coming home just as Devon was backing out of the driveway and threatened to tell their parents if he didn’t take her with him. Although Devon loved his sister, at times she was a pain in the ass. As they...
Crystal and I came trotting back from our morning run and a twenty-minute period of meditation in the little clearing in the woods. We'd seen a deer as we sat motionless, but the deer just meandered away in no particular rush. As we got near the house, I said to Crystal, "Would you marry me?" Crystal whirled around in complete surprise. She tried to speak, sputtered, her mouth moved, but no words came out. Then, I figured out what she tried to say: "No." She shook her head, paused, and...
I cried almost nonstop for an entire week. Everyone came by the house and tried to console me, as well as the others close to Crystal. We were all crying or moping around the house; we relished the few moments when we fell asleep exhausted because for a few minutes we were numbed from the events Crystal precipitated. Crystal was gone, disappeared, and maybe even dead somewhere. I couldn't even think of her without feeling total devastation sweep over me. For two days that first week, I...
If you looked for a sexy, feminine, human dynamo with spectacular artistic talent, Brite Reber would flawlessly fill the bill. She lived outside St. Cloud, Minnesota, and for the past five years had done business on her own terms. She commanded top-dollar for her photo sessions, and last I knew you had to book her at least two years in advance even if you were the queen of England, the President, or the newest movie star. "Jimmmm," she crooned into the telephone, responding to my name...
Crysatal Maid Crystal Broken Mariam eyed him with her big doe eyes as Hamid entered the room. He gestured at her to join him at the small padded bench in the middle of the room. With a single finger he slipped the bra strap of her shoulder. No words were needed and Mariam unhooked her red demi cut bra and stepped out of her matching knickers. He noted with satisfaction her little cock was standing erect. Hamid patted the bench and obediently Marian climbed up and knelled on all...
Polly Tarantella hadn’t always been the great custodian of Crystal Passion’s legacy nor always the music’s greatest champion. In fact, I first heard of her when Olivia—one of the few original band-members I still keep in touch with—e-mailed me a link to a Rock Music website I’d never have discovered otherwise in which Polly Tarantella lambasted Crystal Passion with a vehemence that was bizarre given the many years since the band had broken up. In those days she was known as Sally Tyrant and was...
The envelope had a wax seal across the flap embossed with the script letters 'NR'. On the front, written in bold letters, were the words, "To be opened only by Jim Mellon." An usher brought it to me at intermission time. I thanked him and went to tip him, but he said, "Oh, no sir, the young lady handsomely tipped me to deliver this to you personally." I figured it was some not-so-subtle fan mail. The green room door opened and a stage hand yelled into the room to Crystal and me, "On...
"Ellen will be your very special assistant. She'll be your script girl, check your makeup, help you go over your lines, and keep you on schedule." Crystal smiled at me to be sure I thought I'd be taken care of, "And, of course, she'll keep you warm in bed, and she's promised to remind you that I love you even though I'm six thousand miles away." She laughed at her innuendo abd then whispered, "And I've left instructions that she's supposed to fuck you senseless at least once a...
‘Where is everyone?’ I asked when after an exasperating journey on Philadelphia’s public transport system I’d finally got back to the hotel and found Crystal sitting in the hotel lobby with only Jenny Alpha and our luggage for company. Crystal pretended to look around the hotel lobby at the scuffed velour chairs and the sticky linoleum floor. ‘They’re not here, that’s for sure,’ she said with a smile. ‘In fact, they’ve all left in the camper van for Boston.’ ‘They left without me?’ I...
The Moscow concert and premiere of Crystal's film The Naked Truth had gone off without a hitch. The worry I'd felt over those events before paled in comparison with the angst I felt over having to check out of the country with Russian immigration and customs carrying a contraband iPod with a terabyte of highly classified Russian data on it. I tried to calm myself by recalling one of the missions I'd had in Russia when I was a Green Beret. My squad had done a HALO drop into the edge of the...
Chapter One How well did I ever really know Crystal Passion? I ask that because everyone says that no one knew her better than me. And that’s just not true. It’s obvious why so many people believe I know more about her than the dozen or so others who were with her on that last fateful tour. I’m the one who renowned American rock critic Polly Tarantella has elevated to the status of Chief Guardian of the Crystal Passion legacy. Of the rest of us who were there, does anyone remember...
Both Crystal’s and Judy’s parents preferred that their daughters be buried rather than cremated so the final moments of the funeral weren’t of two coffins sliding inside a furnace and being incinerated. Instead a procession of hearses snaked out of the funeral home and wound through the roads and avenues of Rock Hill to Crystal’s final resting place at the Forest Hills Cemetery. I was a mess of sorrow and tears during the whole drive. The brief respite I’d had from my grief by the need to...
Polly Tarantella hadn’t always been the great custodian of Crystal Passion’s legacy nor always the music’s greatest champion. In fact, I first heard of her when Olivia—one of the few original band-members I still keep in touch with—e-mailed me a link to a Rock Music website I’d never have discovered otherwise in which Polly Tarantella lambasted Crystal Passion with a vehemence that was bizarre given the many years since the band had broken up. In those days she was known as Sally Tyrant and...
"Where is everyone?" I asked when after an exasperating journey on Philadelphia's public transport system I'd finally got back to the hotel and found Crystal sitting in the hotel lobby with only Jenny Alpha and our luggage for company. Crystal pretended to look around the hotel lobby at the scuffed velour chairs and the sticky linoleum floor. "They're not here, that's for sure," she said with a smile. "In fact, they've all left in the camper van for Boston." "They left without...
I felt her lips reach the base of my cock and I gave the back of her head a soft caress followed by a little push. Her lips gently flared out on the base of my hairless shaft and she moaned with my cockhead buried in her throat. I looked down and watched her green eyes as they stayed locked into mine. Crystal had enhanced her eyes the way she usually did when we went out somewhere. She fringed her lashes with lots of that CoverGirl ThickLash mascara that gave her lashes a longer, plush look....
I felt her lips reach the base of my cock and I gave the back of her head a soft caress followed by a little push. Her lips gently flared out on the base of my hairless shaft and she moaned with my cockhead buried in her throat. I looked down and watched her green eyes as they stayed locked into mine. Crystal had enhanced her eyes the way she usually did when we went out somewhere. She fringed her lashes with lots of that CoverGirl ThickLash mascara that gave her lashes a longer, plush look....
I felt her lips reach the base of my cock and I gave the back of her head a soft caress followed by a little push. Her lips gently flared out on the base of my hairless shaft and she moaned with my cockhead buried in her throat. I looked down and watched her green eyes as they stayed locked into mine. Crystal had enhanced her eyes the way she usually did when we went out somewhere. She fringed her lashes with lots of that CoverGirl ThickLash mascara that gave her lashes a longer, plush look....
you can visit www.boomsex.tk for the best porn :)I felt her lips reach the base of my cock and I gave the back of her head a soft caress followed by a little push. Her lips gently flared out on the base of my hairless shaft and she moaned with my cockhead buried in her throat. I looked down and watched her green eyes as they stayed locked into mine. Crystal had enhanced her eyes the way she usually did when we went out somewhere. She fringed her lashes with lots of that CoverGirl ThickLash...
By the time I called room service for lunch, four nearly nude women sat engaged in various activities in the living of our suite at the Hotel George V in Paris: Crystal was reading a script she'd been asked to consider for our next movie, if she liked it then I'd read it next; Jill had started to read a Clive Cussler book on her iPad; Helen sat near a corner of the room practicing various yoga positions au naturel; and Margo, naked except for her thong, alternately worked on her computer or...
I think our rendition of the song brought tears to nearly every eye in the arena. The song was Perhaps Love; it was a cover for one done years ago by John Denver and Placido Domingo, except Crystal and I had added our own touch to both lyrics and melody shifting the song into a romantic ballad of the country music genre. I could tell we'd seriously moved the audience because as the last bars of the song died out an eerie silence hung over the stadium for a full five seconds before the...
‘We’ve been invited to her home!’ an excited Andrea announced after she and Crystal emerged from the hotel lobby’s public phone booth. ‘Whose home?’ I wondered, not really having paid much attention. I was sitting splayed across one of the Crown Hotel’s most threadbare red velour sofas. We were now on the latest stop of our trans-American tour and in the city of Providence, the capital of the tiny Ocean State of Rhode Island. I’d been browsing statistics about the state in a tourist brochure...
If you were touring America these days and you wanted to contact your manager or, indeed, anyone back in the UK, all you need to do is switch on a laptop or tablet or smart phone and use Skype. And if not Skype exactly, you’d use Viber or exchange e-mails or instant messages. But in the early 1990s, the internet was very slow and ridiculously expensive and most people weren’t online anyway. So, when Crystal wanted to contact Madeleine, our agent, to find out how things were doing she had to...