Darlene Meets the Family Episode 3
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Darlene By: Malissa Madison 6/16/2013 Daddy and Momma Jill loaded up my Mustang on the back of TooTall's Mack by the time we emerged from our motel room the next evening. My Momma's and Daddy were there and my brother's Wolf and Red Wing. My sisters Rose, Flower, Night Wolf and Lorelei, and it seemed like everyone was about to start crying. And then Momma Missy started crying and I started crying. Then I noticed Momma was driving Beauty...
I had met Chris about three years ago she has long blond hair, blue eyes, a slender body she didn't weigh more than 100 lbs. long skinny legs. We had dated for awhile than things got pretty serious between us and we started having sex. I always used condoms so she wouldn't get pregnant sense she was still in school but when she graduated and called me to tell me she was having a graduation party and she had a surprise for me. When I arrive at her party she held me close all night after...
I was driving home from a local peep theater when my car broke down luckily I knew a couple from work that lived nearby. I called my road service company who told me they were unable to help me before Monday since it was a three day holiday weekend. Luckily, when I arrived at their home someone was there or I would have been in big trouble having traveled nearly 60 miles to get to the theater in the first place.Darlene answered the door in a tight black teddy with three inch heels on which of...
On the way back to camp I was very conscious of my bald pussy, although it was a humiliating experience, in some ways it was quite pleasurable. Now as Darlene drove through the countryside I reflected on my feelings. I had noticed Margaret watching and she obviously enjoyed what she saw, not I began to wonder if she didn't have something to do with it. Darlene too watched without saying anything or trying to prevent what they did to me. But it was Margaret’s grin that was beginning to make me...
LesbianPlatinum blond hair, ruby red lips, skin the color of California sunshine and the body of a porn queen - it was love and lust at first sight, on my part anyway. On her part? I doubt that she even noticed me; she was very, very busy at the time. Mike, one of the guys I work with, asked me if I could give him a ride home from work one night. Since I had to drive right past his place on my way home anyway I said sure and we headed out. When we pulled up in front of his place there were two cars...
On the way back to camp I was very conscious of my bald pussy, although it was a humiliating experience, in some ways it was quite pleasurable. Now as Darlene drove through the countryside I reflected on my feelings. I had noticed Margaret watching and she obviously enjoyed what she saw, not I began to wonder if she didn’t have something to do with it. Darlene too watched without saying anything or trying to prevent what they did to me. But it was Margaret’s grin that was beginning to make me...
At the 20-year reunion for the Class of 1984 at Millbrook High, you would have been hard-pressed to find a more mismatched couple than Danny Wilson and Charlie Panetta. Danny was the archetypical All-American Boy. He was big – 6-3, 290 pounds – blond and handsome. His family owned the largest bank in town, plus one of the largest realty companies, and he was about a big a jock as you could find. He was All-District as a tackle on the football team, played power forward on the basketball team...
When Allen Louder woke up, he was sure it was going to be just another ordinary day. With the sun's warmth, and the sound of singing birds drifting in through the open window, he began undressing to take his morning shower so he could go to school. He was a good-looking young man. At 18 he stood an even 6 feet tall. He had blonde hair and light green eyes, and a wide smile for everyone he met. He was popular with the guys because of his friendly disposition, and was even more popular with...
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Kathy was content. She was engaged to the perfect guy, she had the perfect job on the horizon, and she lived in the most perfect part of the world. She was happy, healthy, and looking forward to the years ahead of her. Kathy lived in Hawaii, had been born there as a matter of fact. Her parents were well off, her dad worked for the FAA as a supervisor at the Honolulu Center, the agency that directs all the air traffic into and out of Hawaii. His annual salary exceeded 150K per year, not...
Her scream had me bolting right up in bed and dashing into her room in seconds. There she was, in the middle of her king size bed, clutching the silk sheets to her chest, gasping for air, no sound passing through her lips as tears ran down her face. With no threat in her room, I turned to face her. ‘Ember?’ she turned towards the sound of my voice, but her eyes were unfocused. ‘Marcus?’ she whispered, her hand reaching out searching for my hand and finding it. Gasping she pulled me closer,...
“Get back here now you insignificant abomination” the giant that is my ‘dad’ said to me as I ran out the door and into to adjacent alley. As I ran through the dark alley I tripped over something laying on the ground, as I looked around I noticed a bloodied and bruised but surprisingly sexy young woman around my age (18). I slowly got up whilst looking around to see if my ‘dad’ followed me into the alleyway. Once I knew the coast was clear I checked for any injuries and dusted myself off. I...
Her scream had me bolting right up in bed and dashing into her room in seconds. There she was, in the middle of her king size bed, clutching the silk sheets to her chest, gasping for air, no sound passing through her lips as tears ran down her face. With no threat in her room, I turned to face her. "Ember?" she turned towards the sound of my voice, but her eyes were unfocused. "Marcus?" she whispered, her hand reaching out searching for my hand and finding it. Gasping she pulled me closer,...
NovelsThe chilling, wolf-like cry had sent a tiny tremor rippling over Jean Blakely's curvaceous, naked body, and she snuggled backwards in the bed, up tighter against her young husband, finding reassurance in his sheltering, rugged masculinity. He stirred with the movement, making her realize that she was tickling his face again with strands of her long blonde hair. His strong hand cupping the resilient flesh of her left breast started to move away, then returned as if in after-thought to reclaim...
The fear that hung heavy over the town of Crescent Valley was reflected in the faces of its citizenry the following morning. On the streets, in the shops and within its several bars, men gathered to recount the terrifying rape of little Annie Purcell in solicitous tones punctuated with vile curses, their anger at Deputy Sheriff Mark Blakely for refusing to allow a hunting posse into the hills, an open vent for their concealed inner-panic. Something had to be done and right away! It wasn't...
It was a reluctant Link Morgan who agreed to the town council's adoption of Mark's suggested plan to post sentries throughout the streets that night. To the powerfully built police chief, it was more than a matter of stubborn pride, plus the fact that he'd been overshadowed right in his own bailiwick. Then, adding insult to injury, they had enraged him by insisting he accept the deputy sheriffs assistance and that their offices share authority within the town limits until this pillaging...
Jean was slightly tipsy when she undressed and readied herself for bed just a little before midnight. She realized that she had probably overdone it, trusting that the effects of the liquor might help soothe the lingering sensual flames that Mark had kindled hours before, but they still smoldered warmly down in her disappointed belly and loins. It was almost as if it had worked just the opposite of what she'd expected, she thought, slipping into the whispering nylon of a see-through, short...
"I don't believe it!" Link Morgan furiously raged. "You lousy little punks screwed up!" "No! I swear it, Chief!" Leo Vincent pledged, his thin, pimply face drawn in fear of the barrel-chested man. "Honest, I wouldn't lie to you... !" "You'd lie to your dying mother, you fink!" the police chief spat. "Leo's telling you the truth, Chief!" Billy White, a runtish, long-haired boy put in. "We were going great when suddenly, there he was, coming right through her open window......
At school Annie Purcell's classmates had begun to look at her as if she were some sort of freak. Sympathy had quickly given way to coarse mutterings and lurid stares, shocking the pretty teenager at first, but not for long. Several times she caught so- called girl friends gaping disparagingly at her, while boys ogled after her with snickering little laughs, vulgar whisperings passing amongst them. What was it Birt Smith, a boy who had been trying to date her for months, had said: "Oh, to be...
Mark awakened with a smile late in the afternoon and warmly kissed his young bride. Enthused emotions of hope tremored inside Jean; she knew that he'd remembered and was looking forward to their planned evening of love. She toyed playfully with him for a few moments, her confidence growing, then left against his begging pleas, knowing he was in a state of hardness beneath the sheet. She didn't want anything to spoil their coming night of pleasure. She went to the kitchen to fix him a bite,...
There had been an immediate violent hate that raged through Caesar toward the male human who had dared to penetrate the golden-haired female with his mating hardness. He had killed those of his own kind before for daring to violate his claim, and would have done so again had not the golden one interceded. In his uncanny brain he had realized that it was her wish that the male human be spared, and he had done so to please her. There was, Caesar instinctively knew, a bond that affectionately...
It mattered little to the sleek and powerful german shepherd dog that the small town's streets had been brightened with additional lamp, lantern, even fired torch-light. He merely clung more stealthily to the inevitable shadows of the warm summer night, avoiding with ease the clumsy patroling male-humans who sought to destroy him. A balanced sense of avenged pride burned warmly in his deep muscular chest; he had punished them for the brutal, torture-death of his mate, satisfying the ancient...
The early morning California sunshine streaming through the bedroom window awakened Jean Blakely from an uneasy sleep. For a long moment she lay quite still, letting her widening, smoke-blue eyes scan her immediate, puzzling surroundings... then she remembered. She was in their smaller guest-room. She had given Carol and Steve the bedroom Mark and she occupied because the bed was more comfortable. Now, the reminder of Carol being in the house helped brighten her troubled mood. With that, the...
Mark welcomed the sanctity of his patrol car, the breakfast and hot coffee doing much to restore his energy. Damn, if he could just find it in his heart to forgive his young wife, Jean... but Christ, he couldn't... couldn't! He'd never forget the goddamned wanton expression on her beautiful face when that wild sonofabitch accomplished what he'd yet been unable to do! The vicious brute had stolen her away from him right then and there, though Mark knew she'd probably deny it to her dying...
In nothing short of lynx-eyed rage, Lydia Newell wasted no time in reaching the Crescent Valley Police Chief by telephone. Nor did she mince words with the barrel-chested official in conveying to him what she thought of his "little whore niece!" "What the hell, Lydia, I-I can't believe it!" Link Morgan stammered in immediate jealous anger. He'd been sitting behind the scarred desk in his grubby Town-Hall office, staring idly at the half-empty bourbon-bottle he'd been nursing, while...
Jean could cry. Mark had left the house without a word to her. She'd wanted so much to discuss Lydia Newell's phone conversation with him, and especially give him the opportunity to say something concerning Annie Purcell that would clarify the auburn-haired girl's malicious intimations. God knows, it wasn't that she'd readily believe such vicious gossip, nor wanted in the least to doubt his fidelity... but not even a word! She'd never seen him so close-mouthed, so guiltily ignoring...
Link Morgan wasn't sure that he could take a hell of a lot more of this sort of play without joining in! He'd been stuck in the stifling closet for too long, and on top of that he had a huge throbbing hard on! Christ, who wouldn't, watching a pair of luscious bitches eat cunt, even though the show was still pretty lopsided! Goddamn... if he dared, he'd charge out there and bury his aching, stiff cock in one of them... but how the hell could he? Lydia was calling the shots. Already, he'd...
"How is she?" Mark Blakely questioned, barging through his front door-way, only to be stopped by Steve Foster and Doc Emory, both immediately launching from their places on the couch to confront the big, young deputy sheriff. "Easy, boy, easy..." his red-bearded writer-friend stepped in front of him with engulfing arms. "She's okay, Mark... resting comfortably right now," Doc Emory added, coming close to put a hand on the younger man's broad shoulder. "Wh-What the hell happened?"...
Link Morgan's limited ability in photography had been acquired through the necessity of numerous little blackmailing schemes. The type of pictures he took invariably fell into a catagory that professional houses were not allowed to return, once developed. Anyway, the process being a simple one, the big Chief of Police had learned to do it in the darkened bathroom of his home, and that morning, only hours following their orgiastic involvement of Jean Blakely, the barrel-chested man delivered...
Mark Blakely was roused from a sound sleep shortly after noon by a keyed-up Steve Foster furiously shaking the exhausted young deputy, at the same time rasping in a coarse whisper: "For Christ sake, wake up will you, guy? Wake up... all hell's broken loose... !" "Wha... ? What's wrong?" Mark confusedly stammered, bolting upright in the guest-room bed to stare blankly at his obviously distraught friend. "What the hell is it... ?" "Easy, keep your voice down!" Steve gestured with...
Caesar was confronted with no problem in quietly slipping into the town, even though the shadows had only begun to grow long. The sinking sun's light still glowed brightly on the horizon as the massive german shepherd sought himself a vantage point of hiding and froze into immobility, watching the furor and waiting. Human males chaotically stumbled about the central place where speeding things sat unmoving and many waiting horses awkwardly stomped and shied. Occasionally, they whinnied,...
A wave of astonished disbelief swept through the big, well-proportioned frame of Deputy Sheriff Mark Blakely as he stood in the hallway of his small home staring beyond the partially opened door into his bedroom! The pair of naked, curvaceous young women lying obscenely curled together on the rumpled bed were totally unaware of his presence. An expression of utter incredulity distorted his handsome, chiseled features, his appalled grey eyes riveted on the wanton spectacle his voluptuous...
The light coming through the open bedroom window caused the golden medallion hanging from the massive German shepherd's throat to reflectively glitter, but there was no one to witness it in the warm darkness of the summer night. He stood unmoving in the shadows, far enough from the window to watch all that was and had transpired since his exit through the opening. Ordinarily, he would have been far into the hills by now and joining his pack, but he had heard his golden-one's human-mate...
Link Morgan, Crescent Valley's police chief, was more than a little surprised at Lydia Newell's visit to his home that morning. Though saddle-weary and crotch-sore from leading the hunting posse throughout the night, the big barrel-chested, red-faced man found a ready smile for the daughter of the valley's wealthiest and most influential man, Aaron Newell. The attractive auburn-haired bachelorette with the ravishing green eyes neither smiled nor waited to be invited inside the big man's...
Between the effects of the pot and the bourbon, plus the lustful impression Link Morgan's huge cock had indelibly etched in her sensuous mind, Lydia Newell was experiencing her not unusual, quickly aroused salacity. Fiery sensations of lewd craving had begun to hotly tingle between her legs and at the base of her soft belly as she sat staring across the kitchen table at the lecherous, barrel-chested man whose mean eyes were obscenely reflecting her own lewd thoughts. "A-Are we thinking...
By ten-o'clock that morning, Mark Blakely had selected some twenty of the more reliable citizens and sheep-ranchers to compose his hunting posse. Excitement hummed through-out the town at the knowledge of the young deputy sheriff's decision to head the men, their confidence in his leadership obvious. There was good reason now to believe with Mark at the helm, Caesar with his wild-pack of ravishers and sheep-killing brutes would be destroyed. It wasn't a task that the young lawman...
The moments of relief Jean Blakely had briefly enjoyed at the realization that Mark was not about to make an issue of the night before, and especially, tell all to Steve as he'd threatened, were short-lived. The shared emotions were no less predominant in Carol Foster. Though pleased at Mark's decision to spare her young husband's feelings, his revealed plans to definitely destroy Caesar and his pack had nearly sickened her with concern. Throughout the morning, the two young wives had...
Caesar's vantage point was such that he could witness the two groups of horse-carried, male humans moving in separate directions, as well as his golden-one and the fiery-eyed female stumbling through the ravine below him. Only the huge barrier of rocks divided the party of males from the pair of females he had thought were his friends! Now, his keen animal brain sought other answers! By chance alone had he, through intuitive instinct, become aware of the mass human presence and moved above...
Deputy Sheriff Mark Blakely held up his hand to the men behind him and reined in his mount at the approaching rider. He recognized the man as Bill Watts, one of the hunters with Link Morgan's party, and waited for the other to get close enough to speak. "Frank Clifford sent me, Mark," he said for greeting. "Something ain't right! Chief Morgan left us over an hour ago to do some lookin' on his own, he said. We were suppose to meet up with him on the other side of Wiley's Stream, but he...
Jean had no way of knowing how far they had nakedly followed her animal-lover along the darkened tunnels, turn-offs, and ever- climbing way! Nor did she have any idea in God's world where he was leading them, but she would have followed him, regardless. Several times, in the near-ink darkness, she stumbled, once falling onto her knees, Carol, close behind her, helping her to her feet again. "Oh God, Jean! Where are they taking us... ?" "It'll be all right, Darling! Don't be afraid!"...
Had Steve Foster paid stricter attention to his warning that the slightest sounds reverberated throughout the rocked-wall tunnels, Mark reasoned, they might have had a chance! But maybe that was far-fetched thinking, too! The half-dozen vicious animals would undoubtedly have picked up their scent long before he or his friend could have known of their presence! Anyway, it hardly made a damn bit of difference now! All six of the wild brutes had jumped them at once, knocking them to the earthen...
Jean's first knowledge of Caesar's presence in the circle was when he suddenly appeared before her, his great head level with her own above Mark's face in her naked, straddling position. Before she could even speak, the massive animal moved forward to lick his tongue over her desperately gasping lips, and she sighed, knowing then that he had truly forgiven her! Almost simultaneously, she saw the scarlet rod of his heavily swollen hardness emerging from its concealing sheath, the mere...
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