Fundraising Pt3 Belinda Alone
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Melinda Burton was just 23 years old and drop dead gorgeous. She worked as a casual model for an advertising agency and had done Ramp modeling as well. Almost 6 feet [1.80 m] tall and slim, her best feature was her beautiful long golden hair framed her soft round face like a soft haze. She had almost c***d like features had many men melting at the mere sight of her. Whether wearing a skimpy bikini, micro mini or a sophisticated evening dress Belinda was simply a beautiful girl, admired by all...
Belinda was a wonderful person, great personality, bubbly; jocular and always full of fun; she’d a list of friends as long as your arm. However, she had one large problem and she herself would be the first to admit it; she was built like a brick shithouse. At 275lbs, she had to be huge, but her friends, girlfriends that is, loved her to bits. She was no problem to take out with them, if fact they jumped at the chance, knowing full well that any male’s attention would be attracted to them. Sex,...
Belinda, Leonora and Jenny. By Georgina. It was a lovely evening. The sun slipped behind the trees and the lengthening shadows crept across the patio, plunging the secluded garden into twilight. The elegantly dressed young girl slowly arose from the sun lounger and, on long, coltish limbs, stiletto heeled, glided sexily through the open French windows and into the coolness of the drawing room. For a moment she stopped and leant against the door, resting easily in that totally...
Notar bene – although the dramatis personae herebelow included are based upon some real people, living and historical, any resemblance between them and the people of the story is purely coincidental. In the last enstallment, gentle reader, our trepidous Lady met the less trepid George Pickstock. In putting her side of the argument, it is possible that Lady Belinda was a little too forceful in persuading the normally naturally felonious George, causing him to resent his recent employment. What...
Please Read Belinda's last Adventure before reading this part in order to catch up."yes honey! I know I told you I would be home tonight but these guys I met at the convention are hanging out for a few days to play golf and chill out and i really never get away so i thought you wouldn't mind."As I worked on convincing my wife to let me stay in Vegas for a few more days, my cock was getting hard at the sight of Belinda laying naked on the bed smiling at me. " I know sweet heart, I miss you too....
"Mandy, time to get up!" "Yes Mom.." The young girl was lounging in her bed, the sun was shining in her eyes. She got up and grabbed her clothes. Mandy was 15 years old now. But she was looking younger, maybe because of the braces she still had to wear. She was a conspicuous slender girl, quite petite and dainty. She somehow seemed fragile. But she had such a cute face, so fresh and innocent with red cheeks. Mandy was very shy. Most girls in her class yet had sex or at least a...
I wasn’t sure what to expect when my wife, Belinda, and I started swinging three months ago. Belinda wasn’t sure that group sex was the answer to our bedroom blues, and I … well, I too wondered if we hadn’t bitten off more than we could chew. As things turned out, I needn’t have worried. My wife took to swinging like a duck to water. As for me, the jealousy I expected to feel never materialized and I quickly realized, as I watched Belinda sucking and ...
Peter Masters found his reserved seat on the train, hoisted his old green bergen rucksack up onto the luggage rack, and sat down with a sigh of relief. It had been another long and tedious week in the City, and he was really looking forward to spending the weekend with his best friend Mark and Claire, his wife. He'd quickly changed out of his work suit into cords and a pullover before leaving the office dead on four o'clock, earning the odd curious or envious look on the way out. The pay...
© Copyright 2003 Mr. Tibbits trotted at a goodly pace down the dusty path through the woods. His cloven feet kicked leaves and dust up behind him as he raced towards his meeting with some fellow learned scholars. Fauns were emotional creatures, but many learned to control their feelings and became great thinkers, philosophers, and scholars. Tibbits and his colleagues were meeting this year to discuss the creator god, Spermes. Was Spermes still alive? If yes, and he took no interest in...
A True Relation of the Adventures of Belinda, Lady D’Airing, and her faithful servant Groat Notar bene – although the dramatis personae herebelow included are based upon some real people, living and historical, any resemblance between them and the people of the story is purely coincidental. Prologue – Our story is set, gentle reader, in a time of great tribulation for these fair Isles of ours. Cruel and bloody civil war has ravaged the land, and the afflicted populace seek to put their lives...
Further Relations of the Adventures of Belinda, Lady D’Airing, and her faithful servant Groat Notar bene – although the dramatis personae herebelow included are based upon some real people, living and historical, any resemblance between them and the people of the story is purely coincidental. Part the fifthe: In Which Tongues are loosened, and Schemes Revealed Both the soldiers and Colonel Duckett had inferred that the pay convoy would be on the move sometime in the next week, Groat needed...
Series 4, Episode 19: Belinda We see that familiar opening sequence – various scenes of UK life, taken from the introductions to previous episodes – a field, a beach, a pub, a motorway ... And then we’re looking at something new... We’re in an unimpressive residential area. Lots of orange/brown two story terraced houses that probably looked very modern and sharp in the early 80s, but now just look boring. An occasional resident walks along the street alone, a couple of cars pass by –...
Hi, To all Iss reader this is my first story hope U all would like it a complete fiction.my self raj i live in Mumbai this story is about my aunty nandita,let me describe her she is in her 30s,lives with her husband and daughter.She is born beauty with an awesome fig of 36.28.40 ..her assets are her huge melons of 36 d and her ass that will give a hard on to any guy who looks at it So now my story starts this was like 5 years ago when I was appearing for my 12 th HSC examination at that time my...
I don't even remember what it was that triggered my suspicions, but one day I was a happily content husband and the next I was I was watching everything that Belinda did. I was sure that she was having an affair. I was checking her email on the house computer, looking in her purse when she wasn't around, checking out the glove box and the trunk of her car and even that cliché of cliché's — checking out her clothes in the laundry hamper. I found nothing. But even after finding absolutely no...
Perhaps if Police Chief Reardon had never had sex with the prostitute Henrietta Jackson his fantasies about his teenaged niece would have remained just fantasies. And certainly he had no idea that his brother's lovely daughter had sexual fantasies about him. Belinda Reardon at eighteen was still a virgin. She had however an active libido and when she stayed with her Uncle Patrick and Aunt Kate she always listened for sounds from their bedroom signaling that they were having sex. She would...
It was a beautiful, hot summer afternoon, just after midday as I strolled through the trees. The sunlight fell though the branches in beams, shimmering through the leaves as they moved gently in the light breeze. Beneath my feet the dead twigs cracked and rustled as I walked, deep in thought. I should have been happy but even though the sun was bright and warming, and the birds twittered in the trees above, I felt cold inside. I had been arguing with my husband again and had walked away and...
LesbianMy name is Steve, and big bushy beavers are my passion. The current style where women pluck, shave, trim, depilatory, or otherwise remove their pussy hair had almost led me to despair. That is, until a recent sequence of strange events had thrust me into the world of an underground, counter-culture society of women possessing pubic pelts so rich that they run the gambit of stretching across their lower bellies, running over to their thighs, and wrapping up and around through the cleavage of...
That Saturday afternoon, my doorbell rang. I went to answer it and found a good-looking blonde woman in her mid-thirties standing outside. “Are you Steve?” she asked.“Yes I am,” I replied, “can I help you?”“Yes,” she said, “My name is Christine. I’m Belinda’s mother. I think we need to talk.”“Oh shit,” I thought, “now I am in the shit.” “Well, I suppose you had better come inside then,” I said to her, standing back and allowing her to pass by me. I guided Christine into the house and offered...
Every once in a while, an opportunity presents itself and you have to take advantage. I had such an opportunity present itself this time last month and I couldn't help myself. I was in Las Vegas on a business trip attending a convention. As usual at those type of things there is more drinking and partying than working. It was late, about 1:00am and I was strolling through the casino people watching when I noticed an older woman sitting at one of the casino bars. She was alone and...
Belinda Williams had become so sexually aroused over the last hour or so at Blanke Schande College that she didn’t think she could think straight. That sexual arousal was now finding its expression as she jumped on to Tom Barry’s naked body. He had just declared BSC a Lifestyle Nudist zone up until midnight and Belinda was going to take full advantage of that status and fuck his lovely masculine body right there on stage in the main auditorium of BSC. She could have done it anyway regardless...
Belinda looked in the mirror in front of her on the vintage desk in her bedroom. It was one of those stuffy old things that were scattered here and there in her huge house in need of extensive repairs including a leaking roof that continued to blossom each spring with new areas of concern. She had been in residence in my middle-of-town apartment ever since the day we first met after the unwanted notoriety about her stepfather’s trial for their alleged incestuous affair a few years back. Her...
Author’s Note: This story was originally written in 2014 as a stand alone short story. I erroneously labeled it as to be continued and was drawn to writing a follow-up chapter in 2021 to erase the dreaded yellow stripe. Unfortunately, I made the same mistake and now am forced to write a third chapter and remember to mark the story complete. It is written in my original UK style reminiscent of my favorite author Jane Austen so bear with me on my delicate prose. Harry woke up on that rainy...
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...
The banner across the top of the card read “The Secret Life” and had a small red heart next to it with a tiny letter “F” inside, which Emily assumed stood for “Female”, as it was a “Female” who had dropped it in the shop where she worked. Initially believing it to be a credit card, Emily went after the woman, but when she realised what she held, she deftly pocketed it and returned to her counter. The “Secret Life” club was a well-established venue in the city where Emily lived, and carried a...
Emily Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I was dismayed at the way I looked. I had dreamed of this moment for a long time, and here I was, my dream shattered, unable to correct my many mistakes. I had gone into the storage closet and taken some of my sisters clothes, and in the privacy of my room, tried to dress as my dream girl. The clothes were the right size, but I didn't have the right undergarments, my hair, while long enough to be brushed into a feminine style, was...
Picture, if you can, a small tree-house nestling just above head height in a very broad, old willow tree, just where the fat trunk forks into a half-dozen large boughs. It’s in a copse at the end of a garden, by the ditch that demarks the end of said garden and the fields beyond. The tree-house itself is quite small and well-weathered but well-built with a proper felt roof and tight, boarded sides. It overhangs the crown of the willow slightly and is accessed by a hatch in the floor and batons...
Coming back from a lousy three some Emily was happy to see Lee awake in our bed. She was quick to take her dress off and climbed in beside Lee giving her a kiss and a hug.Since we were home from a three some that early Lee knew it must not have gone well. As always Lee knew what she needed to do and didn’t ask questions.Instead she hugged Emily ,kissed her several more times and then moved down between Emily’s thighs .Lee took one lick then looked at me with a smile “you brought me home...
Emily had just started her junior year of college. She was a late bloomer in life as she graduated high school at the tender age of 17. Now at the ripe old age of 20 Emily had started to explore more of her sexuality. In high school none of the boys thought anything of her. She never dated and was somewhat quiet and shy.Over Emily’s last two years of college her body began to change. It was a lot more filled out and underneath her conservative clothes her body was way better than anyone could...
First TimeI had to stand up on my tiptoes to lift the latch and step into the backyard. I’d always gone to the front of the house in the past, but I knew Emily was already out at the pool, and wouldn’t mind me coming straight back. The pool was up on a raised deck, with high hedges all around. I ascended the steps and saw Emily was laying out on a deck chair. I called out hello, but there was no response. I came a little closer and gasped. Emily was lying face down on the deck chair, entirely nude. Her...
My Brother, Emily I was ten when our Dad left us. The police said that he had been drinking and that everyone was very lucky that no one else was involved in the accident. Mom was upset for weeks afterward, but she seemed to hold it all together pretty well. She had always wanted to start her own career, but things had never worked out. She said that at the end of the school year we'd be moving into a different house in a different city and everything would be ok. My little...
Happy birthday, Emily! a Whateley Academy story by Souffle Girl August 13th, 2011 , Boston , USA. Somewhere in a workshop. "Dinner's ready!" The call echoed from the intercom through the large workshop. A slender figure looked up from the pile of circuits lying on the bench, revealing the face of a young boy with brown, smart eyes. The boy stood up, stretched his shoulders and threw his long brown ponytail on his back. He washed his hands and turned down a door, finding...
PART ONE: EMILY (this is the first of three parts,each part will concentrate with one girl, though the second and third will include the preceding characters as well) The girls were excited. Their NGO had just tied up with an aid organization working in Africa for victims of human trafficking and drug addiction, and they had been selected by their head Mr Samuels for going there. It would be the first time Mandy, Emily and Trish went out of their country. They weren’t sure what exactly...
Making of Emily by Emily Ross Prologue I often ask myself how it all started. I was in my first year at university and was living in a hall of residence. My cousin Claire lived in the same town. She was at least five years older than me. I didn't think we had much in common so I hardly ever saw her. One day I bumped into her shopping in town. She said it was her day off and invited me to her flat that afternoon for a cup of tea. It was good to see her and I accepted without...
If you remember I had seduced our neighbour, Michelle, and after Helene convinced her she was okay with that, the two girls had bathed together, washing each other. Helene had told Michelle she wouldn’t force her into anything she didn’t want to do, but the idea was implanted in Michelle’s mind.So Wednesday arrived, and we got ready to all go out together. We still hadn’t told Michelle where to but had told her she would love the music and to dress smart casual.It wasn’t until we got in the...
Group SexIt was a quiet day then a simple phone call……. I had been a bull for some time, in fact I was bull for a couple just this past week. But I wanted something more regular so I joined a dating service. I am 5 foot 9 inches and in very good shape. The call, there was a woman interested in meeting me. I drove over and watched her video and reviewed her profile. She was probably a small C-cup, 22, 5foot 4 inches, blonde, since I was 33, I questioned the age difference. The lady at the dating service...
Mike was dead. Well, not all the way. Opening his eyes to the blinding light coming through the curtains, he realized that the sensation of death was no more than the events of the last two days catching up with him. He groaned, sliding out of bed and sitting on the floor. His legs wobbled beneath him, muscles protesting his attempts to stand. His head pounding, he stumbled into the bathroom, leaning against the bathroom sink. “You’re a mess this morning, aren’t you?” Naia’s head and...
My girlfriend Emily and I were interested in having a threesome for some time. This is how it happened. Emily and I have been together for several years. We met at a small pizzeria that I had started to run due to it being purchased by the company I currently worked for. The owner was a young Syrian gentlemen with a large family that I had come to know quite well. His brother Sal also worked for the company. I met Emily the first day I had gone to work there. We had a...
My girlfriend Emily and I were interested in having a threesome for some time. This is how it happened.Emily and I have been together for several years. We met at a small pizzeria that I had started to run due to it being purchased by the company I currently worked for. The owner was a young Syrian gentlemen with a large family that I had come to know quite well. His brother Sal also worked for the company. I met Emily the first day I had gone to work there. We had a meeting to introduce me as...
Emily asked her mother about it after arriving home from the first day at school, and Alena had sat Emily down in the kitchen to explain the family name. "First of all, you understand that as a witch, we keep our mother's names rather than the name of the male who we decide to become partners with?" asked Alena. "Yes mother" replied Emily, concentrating hard to her mother's words, desperate to know why she was called Cumbucket. "We Cumbuckets come from a line of witches...
Elliott looked around the classroom, there she was, the girl of his dreams. her name was Emily, a hot student with red curly hair, he always wanted to date her, but there was something about this girl that Elliott didnt know, a deep dark secret that only Emily and her best friend Isabelle knew. Emily searched all over the internet, did everything she could to get her hands on Elliott and finally acomplish her dreams . On Friday 17th May, Emily was happier than usual, Elliott noticed this...
This true story is about the SSBBW Emily and I.As mentioned in a previous story Emily is the building manager at my mother in law's retirement apartment complex. First about Emily. She is in her 60s, about 5' tall with true, natural blond hair as I found out later. I do not think she has ever been married. She weighs about 425 pounds. She has no mobility problems and despite being really big she does not have the typical breathing problems or other issues large people have. For those that do...
"Thank you for taking this job, Emily, I appreciate it," I stated, walking into the office with her. "Your smaller office is right over there with a desk; I hope you like it. I just... crap," I muttered, sitting down in my chair."Are you still missing Jackie?" she asked, coming up to me."Yes, you could say that. The divorce was only a month ago, but you know, I'll be fine," I answered, peeking at her. "I'll just need you to look over some files to make sure everything is in order,...
Office SexIntroduction: Emily Osment gives a dying boy more than he could wish for. Let me tell you, getting diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor three weeks before my eighteenth birthday was one of the worst things that could have ever happened to me. Tonight though would be one of the best nights, if not the last night I had a chance to go out and enjoy myself. I was given around nine months to live, and already three of those had passed. My body starting to feel the effects of the drugs they put...
Dedicated to LUE! This is part of a trilogy, so this is only part of the story. Poor Emily. She was one of the most beautiful girls in the world. She had shoulder-length red dyed hair. It looked as if it was on fire; incredibly cute. Her breasts stuck out proud, their glorious B cup perfectly perportionate to her body. She wasn't too chubby around the stomach; perfectly fit. Her ass was not huge, but not inexistant. She looked perfect. She was also a great person. She was incredibly kind, and...
MasturbationMy sister and I were raised in a strict household. There was no cussing and absolutely no nudity. We undressed in the bathroom and dressed in the bathroom… with the door locked. Emily, was 16 at the time. She was a tall girl, perhaps five feet ten or even eleven. Height ran in our family, although weight did not. Emily was one hundred ten pounds at best. She was not what anyone would call beautiful. She had long dark hair and pretty green eyes, but her nose was slightly longer than she...
Saturday, December 16th, Night. After dinner, the three piled into Dave's car and went to the grocery store. Usually Dave would do this the day before his daughters arrived but with everything that was going on, it had slipped his mind. They also rented a couple of movies the girls wanted to see. Back home, the girls changed for bed and the three settled in to watch a movie. By ten o'clock, when the movie was finished, Hayley was asleep on the couch. Working together, Dave and Emily...
I spent the next hour fucking emily in the mouth and ejaculating all over her face and body then untied her and we slept together in bed doing nasty,degrading,hardcore sucking and fucking all night. We fell asleep for about two hours then as Emily slept I tied her hands behind her back and tied each of her legs in half so her knees were bent and her thighs were spread. Then I violently awoke my sister by slapping her in the face and spitting on her while calling her a trampy cunt and a piece...
Now what do I do with Emily? It was probably best to start with Molly’s instructions. At least then I could blame her if something went off the rails. In Emily’s first box were not just red and blue pens, but green, and pink syringes. I needed three of each. According to the note, the pink and green ones had very concentrated liquid versions of what was in her mom’s tea and pills. Though had to go right into a vein in Emily’s arm, or neck if I wanted, because she needed them in her blood...
Emily sat on the stone bench looking at the letter she had justreceived. Her grief was overwhelming, leaving her feeling numb. It wasas though her world had ended, that she had died with her lover. Howwould she find such a man as he was? She was so sure that no one elseexisted that could understand her desires, her passions the way Michaelhad. She held the letter to her breast as a fresh flood of tears washedover her cheeks. "MICHAEL" she cried out, the sound of his name tornfrom her very soul...
Yesterday afternoon I went to my sister Emily's house to keep her company since her husband is out of town on business for the week. We decided to have dinner around eight o'clock. After dinner Emily said she was going to take a shower and for me to pick out a movie for us to watch when she finished. So while she was in the shower I went into her bedroom and put on a hardcore porn movie that I had brought with me then called my friends and told them to come over my sister's house to help me...
IncestThe sentence had been passed. The only sentence that could have been passed under the circumstances, and Emily let her head fall as she heard it.There would be no appeal, the evidence had been given correctly, and faultlessly, and she knew that any appeal she made would fail. Even to appeal against the sentence would be futile. For this offence their was only one sentence, and that was what she had been given.Even though she had been expecting it, Emily was still a little shocked when it had...
It started in gym class when I was 14. I would see some friends of mine changing. I saw lots of girls in their underwear and even some naked. Every time I saw a girl wearing just her panties (or less), I would get this funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. I tried to shrug it off. I dated a few guys when I got to high school. But like I said, none of them did anything for me. What really finally triggered my realization was my little sister, Emily. She was always so cute. But it...
Emily was crying in my bed when I came back to my room. I hope she understands that I didn’t want to miss our hydrotherapy together. I couldn’t help that I was paired up with Clarice. It nearly broke my heart to see her eyes all puffed up and red from crying when she looked to find why someone was messing with the bed. The orderly did not say a word about her being in my bed as he effortlessly lifted me into the bed beside her and then left the room. Emily climbed up into my lap and buried...
Emily is a young girl. She is very horny and loves a good fingering. This is Emilys 1st story of many more to come.....................................................It was Thursday morning and Emily had just woke up. The night before had been very hot as it had been a heatwave so Emily had took all of her clothes off. All Emily had on was her white ankle socks. Emily got out of bed and put on her dressing-gown. She walked round the house to make sure she was alone. Sure enough she was. She...
Author’s note: This is a ‘spin off’ of my original story – ?It’s all in the mind.? – also available on this site.The story lines I have developed for ?Mind? have had the capacity to take me off in all sorts of new directions. I find that this can become annoying for the reader, and so I have decided to write some ‘case studies’ as separate stories.As always, this is pure fiction. Not a word of truth here!!I’m always pleased when any of my readers e-mail me with comments and story ideas. If...
Chapter 1 “Come on Maddi, time for bed!” I call out from the kitchen. I was spending another night babysitting the children of one of my mums close friends, who lived just up the road from my house. She was married but her husband went away for weeks at a time for work. So it wasn’t uncommon for me come over and mow the lawns or help her children with their homework. Being an only child and had always wanted siblings, and was always more than happy to drop by and spend time with...
Come on Maddi, time for bed!” I call out from the kitchen.I was spending another night babysitting the c***dren of one of my mums close friends, who lived just up the road from my house. She was married but her husband went away for weeks at a time for work. So it wasn’t uncommon for me come over and mow the lawns or help her c***dren with their homework. Being an only c***d and had always wanted siblings, and was always more than happy to drop by and spend time with them.Maddi was a little ray...
“Of course you can come stay hun. I’m going to do some swimming and tanning pool side this afternoon if that’s alright with you?” She asked over the phone. “That sounds great I need some lounging around before I head back. I’ll be over in about 15 minutes.” I replied. I hung up the phone and finished checking out of the hotel. The day was pleasant and sunny as I drove to Emily’s with the top down on the convertible rental car. The wind felt reviving as it swept through my long, golden...