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Tricia was not having one of her best days. Neighbors had made enough noise to wake the dead last night and it had been difficult to fall asleep. And, once asleep, the old dream came back. It had been years since ‘the incident’ but the old nightmares rear their ugly heads from time to time and this one had been a monster: trying to stay awake so that you’ll hear if he comes down the hall only works for so long and then you fall asleep. In the sleep of dreams, you hear all the things that should...
The day started off like any other, except I was headed over to Mr. Brown's orchard. Mr. Brown has the best apples this side of the county. In fact, I'd say Mr. Brown grew the best apples I've ever had the pleasure of tasting.He never minded me coming over and picking a few unlike the rest of his customers. I guess it was because I insisted on wearing this cute little miniskirt with no panties and shirt that showed off, well just about everything I had to offer, but still leaving enough to the...
Now we get to the main point, behind our large house, on our land there was a small apple orchard, we organised to go up there and make a video of her being fucked up against the apple tree, she was fully dressed in a cotton Indian style skirt and black sheer blouse, black stockings and black boots, I set up two cameras, easy outdoors with bright light, one on tripod, she stood leaning back against the tree and he soon had her skirt up at the back with his hand down the back of her panties, I...
"What's going on?" asked Jill, a little breathlessly, after her mother and Zack were gone. "I have no clue," I said. "Oh Bob, I screwed things up so much," she moaned. "Your heart was in the right place," I said. "But he really IS a great guy, and I just KNOW she'd love being around him if she got to know him." "Maybe that's what she's doing," I said. "Getting to know him, I mean." "Do you think so?" she asked hopefully. "Let's just say for the sake of having...
From THE ORCHARD OF INFINITE DELIGHT – PART ONE The orgasm was huge, overpowering. I collapsed on to my stomach, my hand clasping my groin to prolong the sensation. After a while I was aware of Evelyn’s voice, softly beside my ear. “Thank you for being so trusting. I wanted it to be special for you.” “Special doesn’t do it justice,” I said. “But what about you? Do you want me to … do that. With my tongue.” “Yes, but not this time. You have come a long way. I am already on such a high I...
From THE ORCHARD OF INFINITE DELIGHT - PART ONE The orgasm was huge, overpowering. I collapsed on to my stomach, my hand clasping my groin to prolong the sensation. After a while I was aware of Evelyn’s voice, softly beside my ear. “Thank you for being so trusting. I wanted it to be special for you.” “Special doesn’t do it justice,” I said. “But what about you? Do you want me to ... do that. With my tongue.” “Yes, but not this time. You have come a long way. I am already on such a high...
Group SexI admit that the first time I shot at a coyote I got off my horse to do it. Jill had made me practice shooting on horseback, and on the tractor too. I had carried the rifle on my back so often that it no longer seemed odd to do it. But when I saw the brown flash of movement off in the distance, I just wasn't willing to explore it from up on the horse. After I got down and spent five fruitless minutes trying to spot the critter again, I almost gave up. Then he trotted out from behind a bush...
There is something just plain incongruous about a woman who buys a rifle and ammunition to shoot furry dog-like things and then, on the way home, flashes bare legs at the old man driving the truck as, with a foot pressed to the dashboard, she paints her toenails bright, playful red. Not for the first time did I realize there was a woman hiding in that teenaged body, and that Jill Simmons was a complicated female of the species. She hummed with the radio as she painted, making me wish I were...
Two years later they hit a financial snag. Lynne mentioned it in the same casual way she might have said that there were two weeks left before apples would blossom. We knew each other pretty well by then. In many ways I knew both Lynne and Jill better, and was closer to them than I had been to Vicky, and it bothered me sometimes. I had loved Vicky, and what I felt for both Lynne and Jill was very different than what I'd felt for Vicky, but the closeness we DID have was something I hadn't...
I’m walking down Orchard Road. It’s not the Orchard Road you think it is, Elm Street is not around the corner, I’m in Singapore, in fact, crossing a busy section in the heart of the shopping district, observing the red pedestrian traffic light that keeps everybody on the curb and extends priority to a passing tram car. The tram stop on the other side of the street is busy, rush hour has already started. I’m looking at the waiting crowd, expats, locals, poor tourists, and somebody reacts to my...
I’m walking down Orchard Road. It’s not the Orchard Road you think it is, Elm Street is not around the corner, I’m in Singapore, in fact, crossing a busy section in the heart of the shopping district, observing the red pedestrian traffic light that keeps everybody on the curb and extends priority to a passing tram car. The tram stop on the other side of the street is busy, rush hour has already started. I’m looking at the waiting crowd, expats, locals, poor tourists, and somebody reacts to my...
Gay MaleOn the Sunday of Labor Day weekend, Lenore and I went out by bus to Pelham Bay Park and Orchard Beach. We weren’t going to swim that day, just walk around. We had gotten off the bus as it entered the park so we could do just that.It was a ghastly hot day, and the entire scene out there was chaotic. Cars kept pouring into the area and, with the parking lots filled, people parked all over the grassy lawns. One group of guys opened up a hydrant and sprayed water on passing buses.Lenore had a denim...
OutdoorIt didn't take me long to get her to stop crying, mostly because I caved completely and assured her I wasn't going anywhere, and would stay there all night and all the next day if only she'd stop crying. Then, when she was lying in my arms and did subside almost magically quickly, and I realized I'd been played yet AGAIN, my finely tuned analytical adult mind finally began using the few brain cells I had left. "You knew I was going to cum and you LET me cum in you," I accused her. She...
Witch Hazel And The CIA Josh was the second boy Hazel pushed back on. Hazel was six that first time, so was the boy. This time Hazel was thirty eight the boy eighteen. Both boys ended up diapers wondering what the hell happened. You really don't want to push on a witch - Ever! This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to locations, persons living or dead is purely coincidental. There is also sex between consenting partners over the age of 18 which may include sexual...
CHAPTER 3 Hazel had been alone since the age of eighteen. She had fallen in love with her boss, a much older woman. They started their affair when Hazel was sixteen years old, and her lover was forty. It was close to two years before the outside world would discover their secret. Winchester was a small town, with black and white values. People didn't talk about Miss Anna's reported lifestyle. She kept her business to herself. If they learned Miss Anna was carrying on with her young assistant,...
THE SEDUCTION OF MOLLY: AUNT HAZEL's STORY CHAPTER 2June 19, 1975. She would always remember that date because that was the day that she felt she was indeed born. Up until that point. Hazel Jackson had not felt free to live her life as her true self. There was always something to hide from the world, from her family, from herself. Hazel lived in a world that wanted nothing to do with what she had to offer. From the outside world, Hazel was a beautiful, smart woman who appeared to be ready to go...
Hazel enjoyed the company of Tyler, but did not hold as strong a relationship with him as her husband did, nor with Tyler’s wife. At one point early on, Warrick took the risk of inviting him into a threesome or foursome between the two couples, but Lindsay was not amused. Ever since then, even though Warrick and Tyler continued to carry on like normal, Hazel felt like she was something of an outsider. “How’s Dominic been doing?” Warrick asked. “Eh, you can see for yourself. Dominic!” Tyler...
I was right ! Kevin came and joined us. "Well isn't this cosy" said Hazel. "Just Go Kev" I thought to myself but he picked up the glass she had poured and swallowed it in one. Hazel filled it again "Thirsty" she asked "mmmm" he replied "its nice"."So what work are we doing Mrs Wilkinson" Kev asked innocently. "Its nice work isn't it Steve ?" and looked at me, giving a wry smile. I nodded yet wanted to shake my head."Yes Kev its really good work. You can do it. I'm going home"Hazel gave me a...
I was right ! Kevin came and joined us. "Well isn't this cosy" said Hazel. "Just Go Kev" I thought to myself but he picked up the glass she had poured and swallowed it in one. Hazel filled it again "Thirsty" she asked "mmmm" he replied "its nice"."So what work are we doing Mrs Wilkinson" Kev asked innocently. "Its nice work isn't it Steve ?" and looked at me, giving a wry smile. I nodded yet wanted to shake my head."Yes Kev its really good work. You can do it. I'm going home"Hazel gave me a...
Jerry Holt slowed down as the lane he had been driving on ended and a large opening among the tall pine trees came into sight. “Hey, sleepyhead, wake up, we are here.” There was a stirring from the passenger seat and Hazel opened her eyes. She blinked a few times against the harsh sunlight coming over the treetops and then rubbed her eyes. “What time is it?” she said, her voice deep and husky. “Just after nine, we are in time for breakfast.” Jerry parked the car in front of a large sign...
TabooIt was in the year of “social distancing” that this story takes place. Allison has barricaded herself in the house, never going out except to walk her dogs, and she tried a new neighborhood to walk them today. As Allison was passing this one house, there was a woman standing out front watering her plants. The homeowner saw her walking by and waved, “Mind if I pet your dogs?” Allison said, “Sure. I’ll bring them to you.” As Allison came up onto her porch, the dogs got all excited because they...
Hazel opened the door to find him standing on her front porch, carrying a large case. "Sorry," she said, "I'm not interested." He looked down at his suitcase and smiled. "Oh I'm not selling anything," he laughed, handing her a business card. Hazel read it it and her eyes widened. The card read. "P. J. Williams. Professional Masseuse. Be pampered in the comfort of your own home." Plus contact details. "Your name is Hazel, right?" Hazel nodded. "Well I'm Peter. Your husband has...
"Oh damn!" I groaned. "Not you too!" "The last time I made love in this pool was almost nineteen years ago, Bob," she huffed in my ear. "Paul got me pregnant with Jill in this pool." Her pussy muscles rippled and she sobbed "Oh yes!" as she began to cum. "It was ... October," she panted. "It was snowing. This ... pool ... is famous ... with the ... locals ... for ... ahhhhhhh ... this is so good, Bob ... people think the pool helps ... uhhhh ... women ... get ... mmmmmmmm ......
Introduction: Hazel meets her OlderMaster Once upon a time in a small little town lived a petite little girl who had just turned 18. Blonde golden locks with a strawberry tint, light green eyes, standing barely 5 foot and only 100 pounds, Hazel was a nerdy awkward girl that didnt realize how hot she was. Living with her grandparents because her parents never learned to grow up and partied very hard. Hazel at a young age was exposed to everything under the sun will her grandparents came in at 15...
HazelI was 10 years old when Auntie Hazel came into my life I had heard about her from Mom she was my Mothers younger Sister, but we had never met she had just finished an Internship at Med School and was looking to go into General Practice at our local Medical Centre.Our first meeting I thought she was beautiful and we hit it off from day one.Hazel was 100% caret gold my best friend my soul mate although twenty years older we were the best of friends never a cross word my two older Sisters...
This is the story of my first proper sexual experience. I had fumbled around in my early teens with the odd girl but never had sex. Mrs Wilkinson changed all that !It was 11 am on a lovely sunny Saturday morning, in the summer of 1979. I walked along the street to my friends Steves house bouncing the football I was carrying as I strolled. I was not prepared for what was going to happen that weekend.I arrived at his house and knocked on the door. His Mam answered."Is Steve in?" I asked. "Oh...
This is the story of my first proper sexual experience. I had fumbled around in my early teens with the odd girl but never had sex. Mrs Wilkinson changed all that !It was 11 am on a lovely sunny Saturday morning, in the summer of 1979. I walked along the street to my friends Steves house bouncing the football I was carrying as I strolled. I was not prepared for what was going to happen that weekend.I arrived at his house and knocked on the door. His Mam answered."Is Steve in?" I asked. "Oh...
Our neighborhood had a little excitement last week, when a moving van showed up at n front of the old Carlson house, that had sat empty for the past year and a half. Rumor has it the new tenant was a recently widowed professor from the University. I thought someone had their facts mixed up, because from across the street it appeared to be a tall blonde in her thirties or forties that was moving in.Trying not to look too nosy, I realized my view from the living room window was blocked, so I went...
I was staring at her again. She sat next to me on the back porch of the house we rented together. Her long midnight-colored hair cascaded over her left shoulder stark against her pale skin. Then her beautiful, hazel eyes blinked at me and her lips curled into a smile as she finished exhaling smoke.“Your hit,” she said to me as she handed me the pipe.I took the glass pipe from her along with the lighter. She smiled at me again and giggled. I couldn’t help but giggle too as I lit the pipe and...
Oral SexThe three and a half hour drive to Cape Breton passed quickly as casual conversation returned among the five friends. Dave continued to think about Jennifer but deep down he had reluctantly concluded he needed to move on and not rail against what might have been. They pulled into the Telegraph House hotel just before noon and quickly moved their bags into the rooms to prepare for their activities. The women had bought a map of Cape Breton and were going to tour the Cabot Trail while Alec and...
This Fictional Story is written by Jennifer and contains explicit sexual material and situations involving consenting Adults No reference to u******e persons is intended or implied. No reference to real Persons dead or alive is intended or implied. I had been visiting my Aunt Hazel every summer for as long as I can remember, but this year would be different because now that I am 21 I will be traveling by myself and my parents will be staying home. When I told my Aunt she said that would be...
Hazel, of 63 at Pleasure Vistas had what you could call a late awakening to her sexual needs. Now 62, she had finally admitted to herself that she had dirty desires and after meeting the other owners and discussing their interests, knew she could get them fulfilled.She had to admit to being rather tubby but when she hit 50 she got a real kick by exposing her hairy cunt in public. Her favourite way was sitting in a deckchair, legs splayed. In fact she had got to know a lot of men who thought...
It was really difficult for Sam to pay attention to class.Her panties were soaked by now, much to her personal horror, but she couldn't help it. Every time she looked at her teacher they just got worse and worse.Mr. Lovell was the youngest teacher the school had been able to get their mitts on in a long time. He had been fresh out of college when he had arrived two years ago, at the ripe young age of twenty-three. Now, he was the even riper age of twenty-five, and he certainly looked it; his...
TabooMy name is Charlie; I’m sixteen years old, a little over six feet tall, with bottle-blond hair that’s got a greenish tint from the chlorine in the pool. I have the broad shoulders, muscular torso and powerful legs of a swimmer. In two weeks I’m off to the training centre to see if I can make the cut to compete for a spot on the Olympic swim panel. My mom is super proud, and also super strict.She told me I can go for this weekend but I absolutely can’t take any girls, it would be dumb to risk an...
OutdoorCoincidence is an astonishing thing if you take the time to stop and think about it. Most of us don't. Oh, we think about it fleetingly, as it touches our lives now and then, but we don't actually give it the honor it is due. Some people think there isn't any such thing as coincidence, and that everything is preordained. They would call coincidence fate. I'm not one of those people. Coincidence is neither good nor bad, in and of itself. The results can be either, of course, but you...
By the next morning, I was beginning to halfway believe it had all been a dream. Little tomboy Jill, who I'd watched grow up, and whose nubile teenage woman body I had violated, hadn't actually had an orgasm around my tongue, or milked my balls empty. Yet, even after I'd brushed my teeth and used mouthwash, my mouth still seemed to have the lingering taste of young pussy in it. Even the next day my nostrils flared every once in a while, thinking they smelled that lovely fresh...
I got married at thirty-one, relatively late in life, after years of thinking I'd never meet that special woman. When she suddenly popped into my life I was astonished, and then delighted. Losing her was just as sudden, and the emotions involved in it were even stronger. I didn't even have the closure of being able to bury her because ... well ... there wasn't anything to put in the coffin. The counselor the airline supplied suggested I think of her as having been buried at sea. That...
It had been a rough, loud night, with the kind of lightning that comes so often and so bright that it penetrates even closed eyelids and you can't shut it out to go to sleep. Thunder shook the house and rattled the dishes. There were tornado watches going on all over the place. That morning Paul had gotten up early and gone out in it, trying to assess how scattered the herd was. He was the tallest thing on the plains and the lightning killed both him and his horse. When he hadn't come back...
Jill was very unhappy, initially. Her mother clamped down on her, insisting that romance came after college, instead of before it. Lynne knew that wouldn't hold up, and that once Jill got to school, where she could do what she wanted, she would most likely find a boy to be interested in. So she also got her daughter on birth control. She didn't banish me from their house. Nor did she try to impose some irrational rule about Jill not being allowed to come to my house. She just sat us all...
By the next morning, I was beginning to halfway believe it had all been a dream. Little tomboy Jill, who I'd watched grow up, and whose nubile teenage woman body I had violated, hadn't actually had an orgasm around my tongue, or milked my balls empty. Yet, even after I'd brushed my teeth and used mouthwash, my mouth still had the lingering taste of young pussy in it. Standing in the wide doorway of my barn, I noticed a speeding dirt bike racing across the fields. The rider was the tomboy...
Since I didn't have a plan, I didn't talk about the plan as we rode alone. She didn't ask. We had done this before, just riding side by side, looking around, inspecting things, enjoying nature. Finally she spoke. "So what did you and Mom talk about when she went over there last night?" "You," I said, for lack of anything else to say. "Was she mad?" "She wasn't happy." "I didn't mean to tell her," she said. "But you made me so angry!" "I'm sorry about that," I said,...
"Uh oh," said Jill as we rode into their yard. "What?" I asked. She was looking down at her saddle horn. "You leaked out of me," she said. She scooted back, her butt riding up the cantle of the saddle, until I could see the dark wet spot at the crotch of her jeans. "Mom is going to think I peed my pants!" This, again, was the assumption of callow youth. Lynne would have enough experience to know the difference between what Jill was talking about and the draining of two loads of Bob...
If you've ever been in a situation where you were having a whale of a good time, but it also caused some problems, then you know what I was going through. I knew Lynne didn't approve of what was going on. And that made me want to shy away from her. In the good old days, I'd see her every other day for this or that reason, or sometimes for no reason at all. Having that strain between us was one of the unhappy parts of the relationship with Jill that I still couldn't categorize. Nowadays...
That winter Buster died. He was curled up in his dog bed, and looked like he was still sleeping, but he was gone. He was old. They'd gotten him for Jill when she was four so he was old, but everybody kind of expected he had a couple more years left in him. I was the one who noticed, because he always lifted his head and wagged his tail when I walked into the mud room, where his bed was. When he didn't, I investigated. I admit I freaked out a little bit. I'd never had a pet, and I'd never...
The rest of the afternoon was spent much as in any family gathering where a stranger is present. There was a mixture of politely asking the stranger questions about himself, his family and so on, and pretending to accept him into the family while waiting on him at the same time. Nobody else in the family was getting waited on, which is what made it seem a little off kilter somehow. And Zack didn't expect to be waited on, which meant he offered to do things. When it came time to get supper...
I woke with a bladder so full and painful that it demanded instant attention. There was no choice but to extricate myself from her arms and get to the john quickly. She mumbled, but then just rolled onto her face when I left the bed. Her naked backside seemed to rise a bit, as if she was trying to wiggle to her knees for some reason. When I returned, she hadn't moved. I stared at her soft butt and thought about what to do. I was sure, at this point, that if I played with her, she'd be more...
I don't know how often you've had a sexual fantasy about a woman, or a COUPLE of women, masturbated to completion while engaged in those fantasies ... and THEN sat down to eat with them. It had never happened to me, and I almost couldn't figure out how the heck to act. It showed too, because Lynne stared at me, frowning. She couldn't look at my lap, because I was sitting down by then, but I got the distinct impression she would have, if she could have. Jill seemed completely unconcerned...
In February, Jill suddenly stopped flitting around like a butterfly and started going out exclusively with a boy named Langston Carter. He was a senior and they went out somewhere about every other week. The rest of the time she'd go to his house, or he'd come to hers. If there was a dance, they went together. But she never talked about him. I saw him at the house several times, and he seemed like a nice kid. He didn't paw Jill, or act territorial around her. I asked Lynne what he was...
The brandy was good. It was very sweet, so sweet that a small glass lasted me half an hour. Lynne took bigger sips, and took them more often and by the time I poured my second glass the bottle was a third empty. I think she regressed, at least partly. She was thinking about her own Prom night, and what happened in the back seat of that car, but it was being overlaid with later memories of the same activity. She got horny and the brandy got her loose. "My daughter is probably in the back...
My prick gave another convulsive lurch in Lynne's pussy, as the tableau froze, and then began moving again. "SHIT!" yelled Jill, as she obviously recognized me and lowered the poker. "SHIT!" yelled Lynne in almost exactly the same tone and volume. "AHHHHHH," I groaned as I spurted one last time. "MOM!" yelled Jill, in that tone of voice that makes it perfectly clear that the mother in question has GREATLY disappointed the daughter yelling the word. "JILL!" moaned Lynne, in...
Jill looked so desolate that I finally told her she could come too, but had to follow us at a distance until we had talked things out. That meant she dawdled fifty yards behind us as Lynne and I walked down the driveway to her house and then along the road. I mean a decision had to be made, and Jill would find out about it one way or another, so making her wait back at the house would have just been mean. I was proud of myself for being able to think in a rational manner in this kind of...
I think the turning point was when... No. Wait. This whole story is full of turning points. The coincidences in our three lives had brought us to turning points dozens ... hundreds ... maybe thousands of times. So there was no primary turning point. So what I should have said was that one of the turning points I actually saw and recognized AS a turning point, was when Lynne blinked, and kind of stuttered: "We're all naked!" Now I don't know if I, being a man, just got used to nudity a...
Having talked about doing this was one thing. Making a plan to do this was one thing. Cheating on that plan in secret was one thing. But going into that bathroom, knowing that Lynne was out there, and that she knew what was going to happen ... well it was just about bizarre enough that I almost couldn't perform. Well, maybe saying I "almost couldn't perform" is a bit of an overstatement. I stood there in the bathroom thinking about Lynne and watched Jill get naked. She ignored me and...
To my knowledge, nobody has ever done a book about the conversations women in polygamous marriages have when the husband isn't around. It's probably fair to say there is a seniority system amongst the wives, whether it's formal or not. And the social structure under which polygamy exists probably doesn't matter all that much. By that I mean it probably doesn't matter whether the family is from one of the tribes of deepest Africa, a Muslim tradition, a Mormon sect, or whatever. I suspect...
It was a couple of weeks later that Lia came knocking on my door to invite me round for a cup of tea. That wasn’t so unusual as we’d gotten into the loose habit of sharing a meal in a local pub of a weekend and the odd evening in each other’s garden, drinking cider, and just chatting about nothing. Lia’s really easy company at the best of times, but when she’s wearing short dresses or a bikini? Yeah, doesn’t hurt a bit. Funny thing is though that since I was now so familiar with how she...
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...
Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...
The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...