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(Not much point starting here - read parts 1 to 4 first...)Sue and I picked up Jane from her place and then proceeded to the hotel where we knew the guys would be waiting in a state of very high excitement! I wondered if Jane was having any doubts about what was ahead but she reassured us that she was looking forward to “a damn good gang fuck. Lots of dicks up me to make up for a pretty dull year since I broke up with my boyfriend, and I’m also wanting some anal – I hope you’ll be able to make...
All for Charity (Parts 1 and 2) Charlie is volunteered to help with a charity fundraiser at a friend's salon. Old feelings come back and as does an old crush. Susie from "The Dress" series makes her return in this story. SLIGHTLY REVISED Chapter 1 I got home early on Friday, as I usually do. I have time to change from my work clothes into jeans and a denim Ralph Lauren shirt as I wait for her to arrive from work. I open a bottle of wine -- a Argentinian Cabernet, one of...
The one exception to his rule has always been the academy. This great bastion of learning and knowledge, where the arts of magic are taught to students, scholars come to discover and hone skill for purposes best left to the imagination. Constant, unyielding, unbending, always there – a true solid foundation for the community; and yet even here the forces of change demand their tribute. A series of events have come about, one along with the other that is turning this stability upside down...
All for Charity (Part 1) Charlie is volunteered to help with a charity fundraiser at a friend's salon. Old feelings come back and as does an old crush. Susie from "The Dress" series makes her return in this story. Chapter 1 I got home early on Friday, as I usually do. I have time to change from my work clothes into jeans and a denim Ralph Lauren shirt as I wait for her to arrive from work. I open a bottle of wine -- a Argentinian Cabernet, one of her favorites -- to let it...
Second, centered around two members of the Academy leadership – Chancellor Storm Dragon and Headmistress Charity; revenge has been sworn, with the murder of many school Masters and Journeymen, death and destruction of businesses who deal with either of these two, and much more are placed at their feet. For Charity, one who is constantly swept up into such chaotic messes, this is ‘business as...
All for Charity (Part 4) (Conclusion) Connie learns about Charlie as the charity event nears. Charlie finally sets his own destiny. The Mother's Day event at Rita's Salon was a little over two weeks away now. Charlie, after being inadvertently outed by his sister Tina, had agreed to volunteer at the event, giving manicures. He hadn't told his girlfriend Connie about the event yet; he hadn't even told her that he is skilled at painting nails. He didn't think that would go over...
All for Charity (Part 3) -- Charity Awakens Susie moves back home and Charlie prepares to volunteer Charlie The moment he finished, Charlie couldn't believe what he had done. Yes, he had another fight with Connie on the phone. Honestly, he thought, she says she wants to be with me and I want her, but she makes everything so hard. She is jealous of everything, domineering and never, ever thinks she's wrong. I'm on pins and needles with her all the time. Is this really where I...
by Francis Drake Posted by JackFD, with Francis Drake’s permission. Thia stopped reading the page she’d attempted to understand the last four times she’d read it. Her mind wasn’t on the current best-selling thriller, it was on the box in her bedroom and the masquerade. No need delaying. Since she’d told Derek she would accompany him, her mind returned to the costume with every other thought. She’d accomplished nothing at work. She’d be glad when the damn party was behind her. She put the...
My twenty year old daughter Rebecca (“Becky” for short) is very sweet and pretty with big innocent blue eyes and long blonde hair down over her shoulders. But she’s rather absent minded, and that led to an afternoon I won’t forget in a hurry.Becky was back home from university for the weekend. On the Saturday afternoon she and my wife went out shopping together. They’d been gone a few minutes when I heard a mobile phone ringing. It was Becky’s. She’d left it behind in the lounge. To be without...
Just understand that when one thinks that in life you understand all there is, to know a person completely, or see that they cannot change, you will be open to new and final revelations that makes it clear; you never knew them to begin with as you suspected. Three weeks until the Academy ball begins. Once again everything appears to be back in a state of relative order and stability; ‘relative’ of course being the key word. The last few months have seen a rash of murders, the narrow...
Zack had finished counting down the first register of the night. He just had to wait on time now. The parts store he worked at closed at 9, and they rarely had business after 8. Why they even stayed open was anybody’s guess. He and his closer for the night, Chastity, usually started their duties around 8:30, so they could leave almost as soon as they closed. Right now he was watching the front as she swept the store. Chastity was not herself today, and was a lot less talkative than usual. They...
Straight SexCharity begins at home (Part 1)I had lost count how many times I nearly tripped up as I raced back home, but when I reached the gate and swung it open, I paused and began to reflect on the events of the last 24hrs and what Auntie had done to me.Suddenly fear gripped me as I thought what if Mother discovers our secret because I blurt something out or she accidentally see’s my shaved tuft of pubic hair.Oh what a mess, and I started to panic, sweating and shivering, not just from running home.I...
Charity Events Chapter 1: Sugarplums Charity wiped her brow and then closed her word processing program. She alwaysseemed to get steamed up when she wrote her erotica. Before turning off thecomputer, she checked her email again to see if any readers had responded.Her inbox was empty and she sighed with disappointment. She had posted a newstory last week and had gotten feedback from only five people, despite allof the vast thousands of people who had visited, and presumably read, her story....
It was a typical Sunday morning and I was right on schedule. A typical Fall Sunday morning was as close to heaven as I could get. My schedule was pretty much chiseled in stone. I got up and went out for a run to start with. The runs in the fall are completely different. For one thing the air, though colder, is crisper and fresher. The fall scenery in Michigan is outstanding. All sorts of trees have their leaves spontaneously combust into a plethora of shades and colors that are dizzying in...
So come and join us now, as Charity is invited to a formal Academy Ball, while she has other ideas of a dance in mind. I hope you enjoy this. Please leave some comments so I can improve the story line better. ====================================== They say in the tales of old that the eyes are a window unto the soul; while a mirror is supposedly the revealer of all that is hidden away, showing to all who bother to look and understand the reality of what IS, not hidden away from us...
************************************************************** ************************************************************** Three weeks remain until the Academy ball commences. The last preparations are being made with frantic speed to make sure everything goes right. The Great Hall where it is to happen is the scene of chaos somehow made manageable. Orders are shouted only to meet with rapid counter orders and changes back again; chefs and their staffs go over the final menus for any...
Introduction: Charity finally meets Chets dad Charity Jones here. Your narrator or purveyor of autobiographical whack off material. Enough of the wit, you want more of my memoirs. Here goes The 12th grade had finally arrived. The big year. The make or break year. The big one -two. Alright enough with the drama. This was my graduating year, so I had to make it a good one, but it was already a crazy busy one I had discovered within the first week. I was working at the Love Hut Lingerie Store...
The only thing keeping this powder keg under even a semblance of control is the Academy of the Arts, a school famed for its scholars, libraries, and teaching of mages. None better are to be found, and all know that their plans are only advanced as the sufferance of the school masters will permit; then comes one warning, at the most… After that level of patience is exhausted the truly fortunate will suffer a swift death, others will wind up among the Masters various personal servants –...
Enough of the wit, you want more of my memoirs. Here goes The 12th grade had finally arrived. The big year. The make or break year. The big one -two. Alright enough with the drama. This was my graduating year, so I had to make it a good one; but it was already a crazy busy one I had discovered within the first week. I was working at the Love Hut Lingerie Store Tuesday through Thursday nights and then working as coat check girl at the Zebra Club. Plus , to no one’s surprise I was...
I turned to Twitter to help find a hottie I could beat my meat to. I was hoping for some sexy amateur MILF. I’d been following an “Uber Driving Slut” lately. She looked a lot like Karen McGifford the woman we saw at Minerva’s market only younger. She would make it appear her tits fell out of her shirt to boost her tips or even suck cocks and fuck guys if she thought they were cute enough and then film it and put it on Twitter. Her husband knew all about it but he wasn’t submissive. He just...
Charity placed her hands behind her head, stood with her legs apart, tits out, shoulders back, and ass cheeks clenched tightly before addressing us. Dad switched off the TV completely and told us to put away our phones and hear her out. “Thank you all for letting me address you openly in this manner. I know the sight of me like this may still shock you. I also know that not all of you wanted to live like this, and I asked Master to allow me to address any concerns you may have. I would...
This is purely fantasy. My wife and I have several charities close to heart. When one of them advertised that they were holding a local auction of services we thought about what we could auction. Our skills were limited, especially when we saw people like carpenters, plumbers, gardeners and dog walkers offering their skills for half or full days. There wasn’t anything along these lines we could do. In the end I offered myself to do someone’s weekly shopping and my wife offered herself as a...
I’d had my eye on the new temp, Avril, the moment she stepped into our office. Her CV from the agency said she was 24, she wore glasses that made her look very professional and innocent. Her blouses and skirts were just tight enough to hint at a good figure, and her skirts were short enough to show she had a very decent pair of legs. She was good at her job, but more than that there was something about the look in her eyes and the way she swung her thighs and her backside and set her big...
It's for Charity Mr. Edgar Murray, one of the heads of the well-respected Lionheart Charitable Foundation, walked through his modest office with a proud and confident stride. He sat down at his desk, interlacing his fingers together as his shrewd eyes fixed themselves on the two youths sitting before him. One was pale skinned, had red hair and green eyes and seemed to have a constant sneer on his freckled face. The other one had much darker skin, brown eyes, black hair and a tattoo of a hawk on...
Center to the series is the young cat-girl Charity (patterned after the anime favorites such as Dragon Pink), who is both a magician (the practice is called the arcane Art, or THE Art) and a practiticoner of psionics - the magic of the mind. Please let me know how you think of it. Also, as a twist the lead virgin of the story is not the girl -- just a hint of what awaits. ********************************************* ********************************************* Among the roads...
Introduction: Charity dates her dream beau which is killing her Hello again faithful readers. When I last left you in my memoirs, I had just started dating my new boyfriend Chet. I was on the cheerleading team and having a great start to my school year. My best friends Faith OReilly and Hope Jenkins and I shared the same ridiculous sex drive, and my Momma Dee was a wonderful enabler of any of our perverted adventures. We were sucking and fucking our way through teen life, there was the donkey...
Each experience we have on all three parts of the mind play togeater, forming new wonders and memories combining in infinite ways. This is what makes us "US' the one where I am myself. The lifetime of all we have done, seen, shared, loved and so forth. Yet what happens if those memories we cherish the most could be rewritten unwillingly by another? Or worse yet, taken away, plucked by one who walks the roads of the mind and steals at will? One who loves terror and all (yes a real...
Introduction: What would you do if someone could steal the very memories we hold and treasure as our own most precious of gems and jewelry, those memories that make us and then find them all gone. Having known something precious was there and now gone for good. What would you do. Have you ever looked into a mirrors depths and seen the wonders of the image reflected back? What about having a second and a third mirror close enough to where you can see reflections of the other mirrors in the...
When I last left you in my memoirs, I had just started dating my new boyfriend Chet. I was on the cheerleading team and having a great start to my school year. My best friends Faith O’Reilly and Hope Jenkins and I shared the same ridiculous sex drive, and my Momma Dee was a wonderful enabler of any of our perverted adventures. We were sucking and fucking our way through teen life; there was the donkey dick nerd Beeder, there was Momma’s boss Marcus and his two assistants Denny and Bill...
I pulled into my garage when I got home from work. All the way home I was contemplating whether I should ask my husband about his lunch with John and Megan. Despite my overwhelming curiosity, I decided I wasn't going to say anything and I would just wait and see if he mentioned it. I felt like with all that had happened with me recently, I didn't want him to feel like I was questioning him or jealous. That's all I needed was for him to get defensive and then start questioning me.To my...
AnalWithout further ado, more dirty writing. Okay not entirely dirty writing, it’s a story about a journey. My journey for the most part, but not just mine. It’s been a long hard road from where I was when I first got off the bus in a strange town to where I am now; fulfilled wife and mother. I didn’t do it alone, and it wasn’t always roses. Sometimes it was bad, sometimes it was good and sometimes it was both. This is one of those stories, actually it’s two of those stories. I promised...
Introduction: Elections and Loss for the trio Welcome back faithful readers Without further ado, more dirty writing. Okay not entirely dirty writing, its a story about a journey. My journey for the most part, but not just mine. Its been a long hard road from where I was when I first got off the bus in a strange town to where I am now, fulfilled wife and mother. I didnt do it alone, and it wasnt always roses. Sometimes it was bad, sometimes it was good and sometimes it was both. This is one...
Introduction: the continuing exploits of Charity Jones Hello once again my faithful readers As you may or may not recall, my name is Charity Jones, not my last name of course but one does have to keep their secrets. I am writing these memoirs as I reflect on the last 24 years of my life and how it has led me to my current lifestyle, church-going PTA mom by day, slut by night. It wasnt an overnight transition to where I am now, happily married with kids and a sex life that would make porn stars...
Charity flipped on the windshield wipers and turned the heater up while she negotiated the Chicago traffic. It had been freezing all week, and the rain was coming down in sheets, looking more like a solid stream rather than individual drops. She’d worn her favorite skirt today, and the knit pullover sweater she had on clung to her body showing off her best assets. Her beige canvas raincoat was in the seat next to her umbrella; her purse tucked safely under it. The tall buildings of the city...
MasturbationAs you may or may not recall, my name is Charity Jones; not my last name of course but one does have to keep their secrets. I am writing these memoirs as I reflect on the last 24 years of my life and how it has led me to my current lifestyle; church-going PTA mom by day, slut by night. It wasn’t an overnight transition to where I am now, happily married with kids and a sex life that would make porn stars blush; but a gradual transition. For those of you who have read my earlier...
Introduction: The end of school has arrived Charity Jones here again. Weve finally come to the end of the high school road for my formerly younger self. Ill skip the witty banter and lets finish this. The final week of high school. Here it was. A bunch of exams and lots of study time. The school became a ghost town to the students that did show up to bury their heads in books. I even went to school to study just to avoid the pleasures of the flesh that might befall me at home in the trailer...
All for Charity (Part 2) -- Susie's Story Susie decides to move back home to rekindle an old romance Preface Susie watches her friend Ben walk up to the stage. He was receiving an award for having raised the most money that night for the American Heart Association's gala. Susie was so proud of Ben. She had spent a lot of time with him these past few weeks, organizing fundraisers and contests to raise the money and, most of all, helping him prepare for this very special night. ...
We’ve finally come to the end of the high school road for my formerly younger self. I’ll skip the witty banter and let’s finish this. The final week of high school. Here it was. A bunch of exams and lots of study time. The school became a ghost town to the students that did show up to bury their heads in books. I even went to school to study just to avoid the pleasures of the flesh that might befall me at home in the trailer park. And then those were over. Then it was Grad...
The Virtue sisters were the antithesis of what their father had hoped them to be. He had structured their upbringing around the names that he and his wife had given them. Faith, Hope and Charity Virtue, as young girls, were everything that a deeply religious father could ask for, moulded in the Reverend Matthew Virtue’s vision of perfection. They each began Sunday School before they were old enough for proper school, and their religious education didn’t stop there, they were encouraged to...
Introduction: Charity helps with a private fitting Welcome back readers of my filth. When this humble narrator last left you I had just been fired from the rock and roll lifestyle know as flipping burgers for fucking the donkey dicked half wit night manager. It was merely the second in a series of three jobs I would lose over the summer before I moved into the two that would end up defining the next several years of my life. But thats getting ahead of myself, you want to hear all about how my...
She looked vulnerable. A few smears of mud on her ankle and the battered suitcase made her look genuine, despite a hint of being jail bait on legs. I think I can trust myself to resist temptation and anyway I almost always pick up hitch-hikers. It’s a kind of payback. Years ago, when I was a student it was the only way I could get around. Peggy was at a college a hundred miles away, so on my budget, if I wanted to see her, I had to ride with my thumb.I learned some tricks, like I always...
SeductionCharity begins at home (Part 2)I composed myself and started to pace around the bedroom, the butt plug seemed to be drawn into my bottom as I walked, my “Dolly” was fully erect and with every stride it felt like an electric pulse went through it, the pleasure was intense.“Now ‘Sally’ I want you to sit, in front of the mirror of the dressing table, whilst I apply your make up and wig”, Auntie said.As I sat and marvelled at the transformation I couldn’t help thinking about what lay...
William was sulking. The problem was that his mum wouldn’t perform Artistic Striptease in school assembly and he was being teased by his friends. “Your mum’s a coward,” they cried, repeating the words over and over until their chorus resembled a monastic chant. “She’s a coward ... Hey! William! Your mum’s a coward...” Each of them took a pristine envelope containing a white feather and in a ceremony that resembled a monastic ritual they presented their feathers to William demanding that he...
When this humble narrator last left you I had just been fired from the rock and roll lifestyle know as flipping burgers for fucking the donkey dicked half wit night manager. It was merely the second in a series of three jobs I would lose over the summer before I moved into the two that would end up defining the next several years of my life. But that’s getting ahead of myself, you want to hear all about how my big titted self got canned from the next job. Here’s a hint, it’s a...
Charity Jones here again returning to entertain you with more adventures of my misspent youth. My lat recounting detailed certain highpoints in my life as it transpired through the11th grade in my 16th year of life. I introduced you to the complete trinity of my closest friends, Faith and Hope. I also landed myself a highschool sweetheart by the name of Chet, who in turned out to be my personal cuckold. And of course the trials and tribulations of jut being a high school teen. The...
Despite my worst intentions, Faith and I could not come up with a plan for me to bed my Momma. We were inseperable the entire time, spending most of the days together and the nights as well when Momma was off at work. Our planning was obviously impeded by our constant consumption of marijuana as well. It was just a week later, three Saturdays from the first night where I had kindled my incestous lust for Momma , and Faith and I were entertaining ourselves. Our form of entertainment though was...
The charity event my wife runs started about two months ago. It’s not a normal charity event. My wife, Maggie, and her few friends; there’s about five of them that are real close, occasionally get together for a night out. One night, they all arrived back at our place and Maggie announced, out of the blue I may add, that one of them was going to have sex with me for charity. They had worked it all out; they all put around ten pounds into a pot and they would pull out some straws from a...
MatureAll for Charitybyclinton09©[©2011 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 WITH IDENTITIES DISGUISED; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE][Son is drafted by his mom to be an item to auction off for charity; he ends up having to service 3 incredibly hot MILF's—then one last one: his mom!] *Let me 'set the table for you'. You won't understand what's going on until you understand the players. If you've seen 'Desperate Housewives' or 'Real Housewives of xxxxx County', then you're up to speed and can...
Introduction: Welcome to the Burger Baron! In the last memoirs of moi, Charity Jones, the search for the dreaded summer job had reached its first hurdle, I am a sex magnet. To be fair, if I hadnt insisted on sucking off Mr Smith then I wouldnt have been drawn into the insane sex triangle that was his marriage to Mrs Smith. A simple babysitting job turned into a torrid series of threesomes , with me being the meat in their crazy sandwich. It was two weeks and three torrid threeways later that...
Introduction: Charity lands an easy gig After that rather heavy last recounting I bet everyone is the mood for something lighter. Good news! You got it. Charity Jones here. PTA mom by day, cockslut by night. Regaling you again with tales of my long journey from horny nympho teen to horny nympho cougar. When I last left you I had just finished learning painful lessons about myself and the journey with my cock-master George. I was gainfully employed as Assistant Manger at the Love Hut Lingerie...
I hate going to charity balls. You have to get dressed in a monkey suit, they’re always so crowded and boisterous that even if you don’t have claustrophobia you feel icky, you have to listen to boring speeches, the band is often either too loud or bad, and the drinks are way overpriced. I have no problem sending money to worthy causes I just don’t like the events that they think they have to sponsor to get donations. My wife, on the other hand, loves to get dressed up, chat with dozens of...
I hate going to charity balls. You have to get dressed in a monkey suit, they’re always so crowded and boisterous that even if you don’t have claustrophobia you feel icky, you have to listen to boring speeches, the band is often either too loud or bad, and the drinks are way overpriced. I have no problem sending money to worthy causes I just don’t like the events that they think they have to sponsor to get donations. My wife, on the other hand, loves to get dressed up, chat with dozens of...
MatureGood news! You got it. Charity Jones here. PTA mom by day, cockslut by night. Regaling you again with tales of my long journey from horny nympho teen to horny nympho cougar. When I last left you I had just finished learning painful lessons about myself and the journey with my cock-master George. I was gainfully employed as Assistant Manger at the Love Hut Lingerie Store, dating a wonderful guy, surrounded my great friends and family and putting out for any monster cock that came...
To be fair, if I hadn’t insisted on sucking off Mr Smith then I wouldn’t have been drawn into the insane sex triangle that was his marriage to Mrs Smith. A simple babysitting job turned into a torrid series of threesomes ; with me being the meat in their crazy sandwich. It was two weeks and three torrid threeways later that I quit my burgeoning career in babysitting. It was still early July, so I still had plenty of summer left ahead of me. I had come out of the babysitting gig with a...
Saturday morning, and Jenny had woken up feeling very horny. Although this was nothing new in her world! She lay in bed enjoying the feel of the cool crisp sheets gently rubbing against her naked body, especially her sensitive nipples.She looked wistfully at the empty space beside her. Steve, her partner, had had to pop in to work early to sort out some problem, but with the promise to be back as soon as he could. "Typical Steve," she muttered to herself. "Just when you need his big cock, he's...
This story appears exclusively on This story is written for the lovely ladies from the Philippines who up until now have been neglected in my coverage of Asian leading ladies. Let us go then you and I as the Philippine sunset is plastered blood red against the sky. Do not remind me how my hair is growing thin; the waves splash cold against my skin. John’s Banka boat cuts through the foam-crested blue-green waves of the south Asian Sulu Sea. John is troubled by the eternal question: “Do I dare...
Straight SexBlack Charity Part OneThe Connecting DoorThe shop was just like any other charity shop, rows of second hand clothes on moveable racks, old books, toys, nick nacks, paintings, photographs, books, CDs, tools, cutlery, plates, musical instruments some vinyl records and cassette tapes although we no longer accepted them. No electrical goods either, but furniture, sporting goods, basically all unwanted junk and all donated to charity.The window frames were sky blue once but the paint was flaking...
The maid gets a surprise I am alone in the house. It is time to pee. I go to the toilet and open the door. I leave the light off and the door open because enough light seeps in from the windows in the living room. I turn around at the toilet bowl, stick my hands up under the long house dress I am wearing, grab my knickers, pull them down to my knees and let them hang there. Then I lift my skirt, stick it under the elastic band at the waist-level of my dress and sit down on the toilet bowl. I...
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