Return To Pleasant Street Ch 08
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Chapter 7: WHAT’S SAUCE FOR THE GOOSE…
Mel Blake and his wife Carla still live on Pleasant Street. What Mel doesn’t know is that his wife and his best friend, Bert Hicks, have been having an affair for the past five years. Remember, I told you how the affair started in my last collection of Pleasant Street stories?
The affair happened because Mel was away and Bert stopped by, and it’s been going on ever since. Every time Mel’s gone, and sometimes when he isn’t, it seems Bert and Carla figure out some way to get together. I just saw Mel put his suitcase in the car and drive away from his house, so I guess it’s safe to assume he’d gone for the weekend again.
I wonder how long it will be before Bert shows up. I heard his wife is going away this weekend, too. I’ll be darned, it looks like he just pulled into Mel’s driveway.
WHEN THE CAT’S AWAY…
I.
Bert walked around to the back door of his friend Mel’s house, found it unlocked, and went inside. The kitchen was dark, and the only light he could see came from the living room. He went in and received an extremely pleasant surprise. Mel’s wife, Carla, totally nude, was lying on the sofa, grinning at him.
Although Carla didn’t regard herself as beautiful, her body, at 5’8′, 135 pounds, was very good. Except for a few faint stretch marks on her slightly rounded, there was no evidence she’d borne two children. Her short black, curly hair showed traces of gray, but the luxuriant black furze at her groin showed no trace of that color. Her face was young-looking and pretty, and her breasts were still firm and capped with rosy circles out of which tiny, but very sensitive nipples swelled when she was turned on.
Bert’s chest tightened as he gazed on Carla’s nude form. ‘Wow!’ he exclaimed.
A delightful flush spread over Carla’s body. ‘I…ah…I wasn’t sure how you’d react to my doing this,’ she said.
Bert didn’t say anything. He walked to the sofa, knelt, slid his arms around her, and kissed her. Carla’s arms wrapped around him, pulled him onto her, and her tongue lashed his in the confines of their joined mouths.
‘That’s the kiss I’ve been waiting for all day,’ Carla exclaimed after they came up for air. ‘Do you have any idea how hard it is, waiting for you after Mel leaves?’
‘It isn’t exactly easy for me, either,’ Bert replied. He bent his head down toward her chest and sucked one of her already-rigid nipples into his mouth.
Carla clutched his head and moaned with delight. ‘God, that feels nice,’ she murmured.
‘It feels wonderful to me, too’ Bert said, caressing her face.
Carla pressed against him and continued to gaze at him, her eyes hot.
Bert stood up, took Carla’s hand, and pulled her to her feet and into his arms. Carla pressed against him and again their lips met in a kiss just as passionate as their first one had been. Gently, once the kiss was over, Bert began leading her out of the kitchen, down the hallway toward the bedroom.
His heart thudding like a pile-driver, his legs shaky, Bert clung to Carla’s hand as they walked down the hall and into the bedroom.
Inside the room, they faced each other. Carla’s chest was heaving and she kept gazing at Bert, who began to run his fingers lightly over her skin. He watched goose-bumps rise where he touched her.
‘Oh, Bert! You…your touch is wonderful,’ Carla whispered. ‘So soft…’ She continued to murmur softly as Bert continued stroking and caressing her trembling body.
Bert slid his hands down her sides and began caressing her buttocks. Carla opened her mouth as if she were going say something, but only a soft moan came out. Bert pulled her against him and again she pressed against him. The soft, passionate murmurs continued to pour from her. He could feel her trembling as he held her body against his.
Gently, Bert urged her onto the bed, then knelt next to her, bent over, and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. She grasped his head and moaned. Bert moved his lips from one breast to the other, sucking those wonderful tips, massaging her other breast with his hand as he did. Her body began to twist and turn and the volume of her moans increased.
Suddenly Carla’s back arched and she began to wail. Her hands, tangled in Bert’s hair, pulled at him so hard he was afraid she’d pull his hair out. She shuddered and moaned for what seemed like an eternity, then collapsed on the bed.
Carla looked up at Bert, bewildered. ‘I don’t believe it!’ she gasped. ‘I…I came, just from you sucking my nipples! God! I had no idea I was that turned on!’
‘That never happened to you before?’ Bert asked, incredulous.
Carla shook her head. ‘Never,’ she replied.
‘Want to see if it will happen again?’ Bert asked. He began kissing her breasts again, while his hands began to explore the rest of her body.
Groaning, Carla pressed her body against his caresses, then began to moan as his lips began moving down across her lush form, onto her belly.
Bert slid his hand between her thighs, onto her vagina. Her clit was hard and erect and, as
his hand slid over it, Carla jolted as if she’d been given an electric shock.
‘Ah!’ she cried. ‘Oh, God, Bert! That feels wonderful!’
Bert began tracing the outline of her wet opening, feeling the silken softness of her labia, working his finger between them. Carla’s hips rolled upward as his finger moved into her, and her body responded avidly, seeking more of the penetration that was giving her so much pleasure.
‘Yes! Bert! Oh, yes!’ Words of pleasure hissed from Carla as her body once again began to fill with passion and need.
Bert’s lips traveled across her belly to the mat of black pubic hair blanketing her middle. He continued kissing and licking her, wanting to taste her, to have his tongue plunging into her, to see her reaction when he did that, to give her as much pleasure as he possibly could. He got his head between Carla’s thighs and captured her erect clit between his lips.
‘Ahh! My God!’ Carla cried. Her hips arched off the bed, and her hands pulled at the bed covers. Then her body went rigid and she again began to quiver. Bert heard the high, keening wail that he knew signaled her orgasm and felt her vagina clasping his finger as she peaked.
After Carla’s orgasm ended, Bert got off the bed, stripped off his clothes, then he laid down next to her on the bed and pulled her into his arms.
Carla looked at him, her eyes large and fluid. ‘You are so incredible!’ she murmured. ‘You know exactly what to do to give me so much pleasure! But…but what about you?’
Bert kissed her softly, then rolled onto her. ‘Now,’ he said, ‘now it’s my turn.’
‘Oh, yes!’ Carla groaned. She opened her legs to receive him, grasped his rigid cock in his hand, and guided it to her still-wet opening.
Slowly Bert lowered himself, forcing his blood-engorged penis into her tight channel. Her hips rose, drawing him into her. The excitement Bert felt as he sank into her was almost overwhelming.
Carla’s arms went around him, she pulled his face down, and covered his lips with hers. ‘God, Bert, does this ever feel good!’ she exclaimed, beginning to move her hips.
Bert, super-excited, thrust deep, knowing wouldn’t be able to stand the delectable grip of her tight vagina for long. He felt her body begin to quiver again and rippling sensations along his embedded shaft as her vaginal walls began milking his cock. He let himself go and waves of pleasure swept over him as his loins pumped his hot fluids into Carla. As he moaned with ecstasy, he heard Carla’s cries of delight, too and knew she was coming again!
‘Bert! Oh, God, Bert!’ she screamed, her hands raking his back, her loins rocking. ‘Yes! Oh, God, yes! Yes! Yes!’
Afterward, they rested in each other’s arms, feeling warm and wonderful. Carla snuggled against him, put her arm around him, and began str
oking his back with her soft hand. She smiled at him.
‘I can’t get over how wonderful making love with you is,’ Carla gushed, flushing attractively. ‘God, making love never gets old with us, does it?’
‘I don’t think so,’ Bert told her. He rolled onto his back to give her better access to his body. What she was doing to him with her hands sure felt nice.
Her hand slid across his belly, into his pubic hair, which was still matted and damp with the juices of their recently-completed joining. She grasped his limp penis and Bert experienced a twinge of delight deep inside him.
‘It gets so small when you finish,’ she whispered, kissing his ear. ‘It…it feels so big when you’re turned on and it’s in me.’
‘You keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll find out how big it can get real soon,’ Bert replied.
Carla did keep doing what she was doing and, before long, Bert’s cock was standing at attention again and he was twisting, turning, and groaning with pleasure.
Carla got to her knees and bent over him, then she laid her head on his belly. The caress of her soft, dark hair tickling Bert and inflamed his passion even more. She brought the tip of his cock to her lips and kissed it, then kissed it again. Then her tongue began moving up and down the swollen, veined surface.
Jolts of excitement shot through Bert when warmth and wetness engulfed him as Carla took his ribbed, throbbing shaft into her mouth. For a minute, the sensations he was experiencing were so exquisite he thought the top of his head would come off as she suckled him.
While Carla suckled him Bert began pulling on her again-turgid nipples, bringing gasps of delight from her.
Just when Bert didn’t think he’d be able to stand any more of her delightful caresses, she sat up, leaving his straining cock waving in the air.
‘I want you again,’ she announced breathlessly. She swung her leg over him and settled atop him, her thighs caressing his body, her damp slit trapping his rigid shaft between them. Then she slid upward, rubbing herself against the underside of his steel-hard prong. Finally, she reached between them, grasped his rod, raised her hips, then slowly lowered herself onto him, sighing as his shaft slid up inside her.
‘Oh, yes!’ she moaned, beginning to rock her hips, making his cock whip around inside her, stimulating both of them. Bert grasped her bobbing breasts, his thumbs stroking her rigid nipples, and her head rolled back. Once more the room was filled with the sounds of their shared passion, and soon he could feel her body begin to tremble, and heard the beginning of the now-familiar sound that signaled the arrival of Carla’s orgasm.
‘Yes! Oh, God, Bert! Yes! Yes!’ she cried and her body went wild as orgasm overpowered her. ‘Take me! Now! Now, Bert! Oh, God, yes!’
Bert held on to her breasts, his thumbs teasing the delightfully firm tips as her body shook, her cries got louder, and she exploded in a fit of extreme ecstasy.
As Carla rocked her way through her orgasm erupted, Bert felt his fluids bubble up from deep inside his body and fill her to overflowing. He could feel their mixed juices trickling down between them, tickling him.
Slowly, Carla’s spasms of joy passed and she collapsed onto his chest and didn’t move. Bert wrapped his arms around his friend’s wife and held her as they both calmed.
II.
Bert and Carla rested for a while, then they got out of bed. Carla went to the bathroom to get herself cleaned up, while Bert went to the kitchen to get himself a drink of water.
When Bert returned to the bedroom, Carla came against him avidly, her arms going around him, her lips seeking his. Thrills ripped through him as their lips met. He cupped her bottom and pulled her to him. As the kiss went on, they ground their hips against each other and he felt himself growing hard again.
Finally, Carla leaned back in Bert’s arms and looked up at him. Her face was flushed, her chest was heaving. ‘I want you again!’ she said.
‘I want you, too!’ Bert responded.
They fell on the bed and began exploring each other’s bodies. Bert’s hands and lips moved over Carla, each touch bringing a little gasp of pleasure from her. Her skin rippled under his moving hands, and her body began to tremble. He sucked a rigid nipple into his mouth, evoking still-louder groans of pleasure from his partner. He turned his attention to her other breast, and her moans grew still more insistent. He began kissing his way down across her belly, and her hips
began squirming.
‘Yes!’ she groaned. ‘Kiss me there! Yes! Again! Kiss me there again!’
Bert’s lips moved through her lush forest of pubic hair and he felt her legs begun quaking. Her hands slid up his back, then she clutched his head, pushing him downward.
Bert’s tongue snaked out and began to explore the petal-soft lips of her vagina. She was soaked with the moistness of passion and tasted sweet, yet tart. His tongue probed between the silken lips, delving into her.
‘Oh, God, Bert!’ Carla wailed. ‘I…I can’t wait! I…I’m coming!
I’m c…c…coming!’ Quivers of delight shook her lovely body. ‘Gahh! I’m coming again!’
When Carla’s spasms finally calmed, she pushed Bert over on his back, urgency in her movements, climbed atop him, grasped his cock, and sat down on it.
‘That’s what I need!’ she gasped, her face flushed and slack with excitement. She began moving and, as she did, her lovely breasts began to dance.
Bert grabbed a breast in each hand and began thumbing the nipples, at the same time thrusting up off the bed with his hips. Carla’s reaction was wonderful to watch. Her head lolled on her shoulders, her eyes closed, and her mouth fell open. He continued to fondle her breasts as he lunged up into her.
Deep inside him, Bert felt the tension of approaching orgasm, and knew it wouldn’t be long before he again experienced release.
Carla’s movements became more determined, her groans grew louder, then her body stiffened. She exploded into orgasm. ‘Yes! Oh, God, Bert! Take me! Take me! she cried. ‘Now! Oh, God, yes! Yes! Yes!’
Bert came with her, gobs and gobs of his hot cream shot out of his pulsing cock into Carla’s quaking body.
Spent, Carla collapsed on him, and again Bert cuddled her in his arms as she calmed. A little while later, she rolled off, onto her side. With his arm around her, they dozed off.
Later, when Bert awakened, Carla was lying against him, spoon-fashion, with her taut buttocks snuggled against his groin. It felt wonderful. He reached over her, cupped one of her breasts with his hand and soon had the nipple rigid and Carla whimpering with happiness once again.
‘You really are insatiable, aren’t you?’ she mewled, pressing her bottom back against his swelling cock.
‘You want me to quit, is that it?’ Bert asked.
‘Don’t ever say that, even if you aren’t serious!’ she said, continuing to caress his cock with her ass. ‘I love how it feels when your…your cock rubs against my ass.’
‘I kind of like it, too,’ Bert agreed.
In a little while their passion had again soared to stratospheric levels as he thrust against the cushiony globes of flesh and squeezed her breasts.
‘Get on your knees,’ Bert whispered.
Carla knelt on the bed, her ass beckoning him, her breasts dangling, the succulent nipples pointed at the bed.
Bert got to his knees behind her. As he shuffled toward her, his cock slapped against her bottom. He took hold of the rigid pole and guided it to her slick opening, then he pushed it into her with a powerful movement of his hips.
‘Oh!’ Carla moaned, ‘That feels so wonderful!’
Carla began thrusting back to meet him, and their thighs smacked together audibly as Bert drove himself into her. He leaned forward, grabbed her dangling breasts and used them as hand-holds to add power to his thrusts.
‘Come! Oh, God, Bert, please
come! Take me again!’ Carla begged.
With a loud groan, Bert did come, powerful sensations rocking him. He was more than a little surprised to find that there was still more of his seed to give her.
When Bert came, so did Carla, wailing loudly, her body wild with the movements of passion. ‘Yes! Oh, God, Bert, Yes! Take me! Take me!’ she cried. ‘Now! Yes! Oh, God, Yes!’
‘You always make me feel so satisfied!’ Carla said later, as they lay in each other’s arms, stroking their bodies softly, enjoying the warmth of contact with each other.
‘You make me feel pretty satisfied, too,’ Bert replied and kissed her.
‘Its so convenient that Mel and Audrey were both going out of town this weekend, isn’t it?’ she said, ‘It seems like ages since I’ve awakened next to you.’
‘I was thinking the same thing,’ Bert said, ‘You have no idea how lovely you look first thing in the morning.’
Carla smiled and kissed him. ‘Personally, I think I look like the Bride of Frankenstein when I get out of bed in the morning,’ she said, and kissed him. ‘But thank you just the same.’
They lay there, not talking, for a while, then Carla raised herself up on one elbow and began kissing his chest, concentrating on his nipples, showing Bert that men and women are very much alike in that way.
Tingles of delight coursed through Bert, who felt his cock re-awakening. Carla did have a powerful erotic effect on him. When he could stand what she was doing no longer, so he rolled her on her back and got between her outstretched legs.
Carla grabbed his cock and pulled him into her. Once again, they were locked together, the beast with two backs, thrusting, seeking, sharing exquisite feelings, giving and receiving the utmost in pleasure. Her legs came up, locked behind him, and her hands pulled at his back.
‘Yes! Oh, love, yes!’ Carla groaned.
Her hips rose to meet Bert’s as he slammed down into her, his cock cosseted by the tight caress of her vagina. Again, incredible feelings began to coil deep inside him, the spring of passion winding tighter and tighter, readying itself for the ultimate release.
‘I’m coming! I’m coming! Yes! Yes! Yes!’ Carla cried suddenly, her body straining.
And, when she came, so did Bert. ‘Yeah! Oh, yeah!’ he groaned, once again erupting into Carla’s quivering body.
A little while later they were lying next to each other. ‘Do…do you think Audrey has any idea what we’ve been doing for the past five years?’ Carla asked. That her friend would learn of her affair with Bert was her only concern about the relationship.
‘I don’t think so,’ Bert said. ‘She’s never given me any indication she does, anyhow. You think Mel suspects anything?’
‘I doubt it,’ Carla replied. ‘I’m sure I’d have heard about it by now if he did.’
‘Good,’ Bert said. ‘I’m starved. ‘You want to go out, or should we see if we can have pizza delivered?’
‘Have pizza delivered,’ Carla said as her hand stole down over Bert’s belly. ‘I…I don’t want to have to get dressed.’
III.
THE MICE WILL PLAY
Mel Blake parked his car in back of the motel where it couldn’t be seen from the road, locked it, grabbed his suitcase, and went inside to register. He was forty miles from home, but he was being careful. There was still a chance someone who knew him might come along, and he didn’t want to be seen.
The woman who he’d come to meet was waiting in the hotel lobby, looking around uncomfortably. It was obvious she didn’t do things like this often.
She was full-bodied, and her blonde hair was carefully styled. She had on a white loose-knit cardigan sweater, over a gray paisley pattern blouse and a gray skirt. Her magnificent chest tented the front of the blouse. A string of pearls hung around her neck, just barely reaching the cleavage exposed by the open neck of the blouse.
When she saw Mel, she smiled and, carrying a single suitcase, started walking toward him.
‘You OK?’ Mel asked Audrey Hicks, the gorgeous wife of his best friend, Bert.
Audrey nodded, still looking around nervously.
‘Let’s go, then,’ Mel said. They started down the hall, toward the room he’d already rented.
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So lately I've been making a number of orders from Amazon meaning that I've pretty much constantly been waiting on deliveries. You see I live in a block of flats with a secure entry and whenever I've got a package on the way I need to make sure I'm awake and ready to let the deliveryman in. It's a pain but it does allow for some rather risqué moments. Risqué moments which have through the lens of the imagination given rise to the most pleasant fantasies.Only two days ago I was waiting for...
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If anyone had seen Michael Gillian sitting in his parked car in a shadowy corner of a dark street two blocks from his ex-girlfriend's apartment, they would immediately think that something sinister was about to happen. They would be right. The failing sunlight and the subsequent lengthening shadows of evening helped to hide him from unwelcome eyes. He certainly wouldn't want a certain person spotting him here; if she were on to him, it would spoil everything he had been planning for...
WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR? Mel Blake and his wife Carla have lived on Pleasant Street for a long time. Mel’s best friend, Bert Hicks, doesn’t live on Pleasant Street, but he’s there a lot, visiting Mel. In fact, it looks like he’s just pulled into Mel’s driveway. Bert forgot that Mel is away for the weekend. His wife isn’t home and he’s at loose ends. Sometimes when people are at loose ends, they wind up doing things they don’t usually do. Is it possible something’s going to happen here? I know...
FRIENDS AND LOVERS The ultimate betrayal occurs when a person sleeps with their best friend’s mate. Or does it? After all, what if they’re attracted to each other and find themselves thrown together unexpectedly. It isn’t as if they’re planning to run off with each other. Maybe what they’re doing will result in more pleasure for everybody involved. Ron and Linda live on Pleasant Street. Lynette, Linda’s best friend from college, is staying with them for a while so she can get over a very...
Chapter 8: High School Class Reunion Hank Silvers grew up on Pleasant Street and attended the local high school. He was kind of a nerd in high school and didn’t have a lot of success with girls in those years. He moved away a long time ago and has become very successful since. I hear he’s coming back this year for his class reunion at the local high school. Rumor is that his wife isn’t coming with him, either. Rosalie Timmons still lives on Pleasant Street. Back in high school Hank had a...
A pleasant surprise After a short period living in Boston, Victor and I moved again to Atlanta, a place where a hard big black cock could be found easily around the street corner.My dear husband was still flying abroad every week, leaving me home alone for several days … and not only alone but horny also.I started working for a lawyer firm downtown. One of my coworkers was a black young man called Aaron, he was newly married to a white pretty girl; so, I supposed he was enticed to white women.I...
Chapter 15 - Pleasant Dreams On my way to Kimberly and Christie's condo, I drove under the speed limit so as not to attract attention from state troopers. But I was greeted by light-blinking and horn-honking from several 18-wheeler jockies. You'd think these assholes would be watching where they're going instead of trying to look up women's (and cross dressers') dresses. My blouse was revealing some cleavage and my skirt was showing my garters holding up my red fishnet stockings, so...
The next couple of innings passed in a pleasant glow. Jenny was still a bit tipsy, but she was happy, comfortable with herself (finally), and very into both the game and me. And of course, the little bitch couldn't resist continually asking me how my nuts were. I just smiled and said they were fine. Payback's a bitch, and especially so if it's a surprise! At the start of the ninth, when the eager-to-be-firsters started streaming for the exits, I led Jenny up the steps one last time, to...
Then early last summer there was some activity. Trucks going up and down the street. But I never saw anyone. I didn't think much of it until school started. I was now a junior in high school. My name is Devon, most call me Dev. I'm about the most average kid in our school. 5-8, skinny, brown hair, brown eyes. I just blend into the scenery. I didn't have trouble with anyone; I had enough friends. I was hopeless with girls. Maybe because I didn't play sports, or maybe I was just...
The man across the street.... As long as I can remember people had remarked how with my pretty face, slight build and general demeanor I should have been a girl. After my parents had died in a car accident, I now lived with my glamorous young aunt Charlotte who was a business woman who owned a chain of upscale fashion boutiques. Now, being a hormonal 16 year old adolescent, I was fascinated by her totally glamorous and sexualized way of dressing. Always wearing the highest of heels...
Look, I know I should've looked in the rearview mirror, okay?I know.I mean, I know now.I should've looked in the rearview mirror, or twisted to look out the back window, or hell, I guess I could've washed my car so the goddamn backup camera wasn't covered in dirt.There's a lot of things I should've done. There were a lot of things I could've done. The fact of the matter, my friend, is that I did not do those fucking things, and I ran over the crazy old lady who lived down the street.Well, okay,...
So it is a nice warm summer night. The k**s are all outside playing in the street and I have my garage open and I am working on my bike. Just a check over and a very good cleaning. I was planning on heading out tomorrow for a ride just to get away for the day. The night was cooling off finally and I pulled out a lawn chair and popped a beer. I was just sitting on my drive when one of the neighbors came over to say hi. I offered Dave a beer as I found out his name.he grabbed another chair and he...
"You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of the imagination. Next stop: THE TWILIGHT ZONE."--Rod Serling *** The Mean Street ... A TWILIGHT ZONE story By Anon Allsop Marlene was a young girl that had made poor decisions all throughout her life, decisions that for one reason or another would haunt her until the day she would die. A day to be determined on the mean...
Bob Casey is an expert skier. He wished that he had the talent to make the United States Olympic ski team. He was in awe of the skiers that did, both men and women. Three winters ago, he was at the bottom of the nine turns that start the "Nose Dive" at Stowe, Vermont, with Billy Woods. Billy hollered to him above the shrieking of the wind, "There she is, whoa!" A woman in full tuck, clad in the red, white, and blue of the American ski team flashed by, down the fifty-eight percent grade, at...
This happened in the summer of 2010. I'm just a normal guy with a good job and I have never ever just straight up picked a girl up off the streets. When I go to work I have to drive through the South side of Richmond Virginia every day and I see them d**g up crack hookers working the street trying to find some d**g money, 80% of them I wouldn't even want to talk to or touch with a 1000 feet poll. Occasionally...I may see one where I'm like well dam what is she doing out here? But even then...
Weak sepia sunlight warmed the wooden draining board, tiny feet kicked excitedly at the prospect of auntie Katie’s arrival. Seated on his precipitous perch, the little boy could barely contain himself, his baby eyes seen only the chink of light as Katy appeared at the door with his mother ‘ma wee soul, come tae Katy ma wee lamb, it’s yir birthday darlin’ come an’ see whit ah’ve goat fur ye ‘ Katy pulled his little body into her fur coat and swirled him dizzy in her bosom. She grinned her...
He saw her wandering down the most famous street of debauchery and sin. Despite the immense crowd of drunken fools, he easily picked her out, sliding easily through the crowd as if it were the Red Sea parting in front of her. Many of the other men in the crowd saw her too. It was hard not to stare- a petite brunette, long hair to her waist, with a tight body emphasized by the tighter jeans hiding her long legs, topped off with spiked heels. Even in her high heels, she moved with a grace that...
What a fucking tease! That fourteen-year-old little tease loves to strut her stuff for me. Today Amanda was wearing a bra that made her big tits stick straight out in that tight short white sweater. The sweater was form fitting around each of her breasts enhancing them nicely. Her ultra low raise blue jean mini skirt showed a whole lot of skin below her bellybutton. I swear that it was low enough to show pubic hair if she hadn’t shaved it. Plus that micro mini skirt just barely covered her...
Anita and some workers across the street That Saturday morning I was glad to have a day for myself, really a free day… But close to ten o´clock some repetitive hammering from the workers putting a new roof on my neighbor`s house across the street made me finally wake up… I stood naked in front of the mirror looking at my body, looking carefully specially my round buttocks and my thighs. Suddenly a strange motion behind me called my attention. I turned around and saw I was standing directly...
Never take a shortcut you aren’t’ familiar with was what I was taught as a young k**. ‘Don’t go down dark alleys.’ ‘Always walk where other people are, in a crowd or something’ Well this time I didn’t listen to that warning, and cut across some train tracks to save some time going home in Brooklyn, NY one night. No one was around, late afternoon, so I thought, why the hell not. I was walking down an empty street lined with trailers left behind by trucking companies that closed for the day....
My name is John Doe and I am in my third year in college. Every year my parents go on a vacation for a month and I come back to house sit. That way I can mow the lawn and take care of the pool. I also help my old coach teach soccer. I love the game and it keeps me in shape. My parent’s house is in a dead-end street and the field is at the end of the street. Just cross a couple of trees, jump the creek, over the fence and you’re there. So it’s much closer than my apartment. I help Monday,...
"You say you want to," came the brusque voice over the phone, "but you don't, not really. I can hear it. I know your type, you're too frightened." I nearly panicked. "No, no, please, I need you to teach me, please. Please I want to..." "You want to what?" she sneered after my pause. "You can't even say it, never mind do it." I heard her scoffing laugh through my cell phone and felt the sting as if she were right there. "I don't have time for this bullshit, Sonia." "No, really, I mean it, I...
ReluctanceAnita and some workers across the streetThat Saturday morning I was glad to have a day for myself, really a free day... But close to ten o´clock some repetitive hammering from the workers putting a new roof on my neighbor`s house across the street made me finally wake up…I stood naked in front of the mirror looking at my body, looking carefully specially my round buttocks and my thighs.Suddenly a strange motion behind me called my attention. I turned around and saw I was standing directly in...
Never take a shortcut you aren't' familiar with was what I was taught as a young k**. 'Don't go down dark alleys.' 'Always walk where other people are, in a crowd or something'Well this time I didn't listen to that warning, and cut across some train tracks to save some time going home in Brooklyn, NY one night. No one was around, late afternoon, so I thought, why the hell not. I was walking down an empty street lined with trailers left behind by trucking companies that closed for the day. When...
The House on Sackett Street A love Story By Elizabeth Jane McDonald PROLOGUE The long hell was finally over and the government men left the house. I was alone at last in my new home. Alone, at last, with my new identity, my new name, my new past, and my new future. I was happy... and sad. I walked around the house for a while. It was filled with nice furniture, nice linens, and nice pictures on the wall. The living room was complete with a couch, two nice overstuffed...
THE MADAM ON FLETCHER STREET by Mistress Tressa The madam had just turned sixty five years old, but for her there would be no social security. Madam Lorraine had a scant employment history, for the past forty years she had operated a high class bordello on Fletcher St.Nestled in an older and affluent neighborhood, the two story house was one of the city’s best kept secrets. It catered to the wealthy and prominent, elected officials were amongst the most frequent clientele. It had never raided...
The first house I bought was across from a student home. My study room was right in front of the student home. I would spend some of my evenings and nights in my study room gaming or working at my computer. In the room right in front of mine lived a beautiful young lady with dark hair and about 1.75 meters tall. That would be around 5 foot 9. I had already noticed her several times walking by. We had exchanged some smiles. I also could look very well into her room, especially when it would be...
VoyeurI was younger then. Much younger.But I was even then hooked on bondage. I remember the exact moment when I became interested in SB. I was sitting in a small adult theatre in Copenhagen and was watching a succession of BDSM films. Back then it was 8mm (non digital) and usually the theatre owner strung them together on one large reel so he didn't have to change reels more than every twenty minutes. As a woman it was fairly unusual to sit in an adult theatre with a load of groaning men huddled...
"And I want every speck of dirt off that window. Do you hear me, Isidor? Every speck." "Yes dear." Isidor Rosenberg stood at his 17th floor kitchen window. It was 90° with no breeze, and the apartment was as hot inside as it was outside. Isidor breathed heavily as he smeared Windex ® around the windowpane. His wife, Dara, had been harping at him to clean the windows all day. 90° or not. Those windows will be cleaned. Isidor stopped and stared out the window. He could see a bit of the Manhattan...
MasturbationThis is a record of a fantasy, not an attempt to describe a real life dungeon, about which I know almost nothing. Also, the story is heavily influenced by classic French erotica and so does not dwell on the main character's inner thoughts and feelings. It may not be for everyone. THE BEGINNING He looked around his spacious, sparely furnished, perfect office. One of the perfect things was the large picture window...
He swung the car around violently on the deserted road and drove back to check what his headlights had lit up. It was late, very late, and he’d been drinking – but nevertheless he was certain his eyes had not deceived him.He pulled up by the kerb where the bundle of rags had suddenly moved as he drove past. It was raining heavily now and as he searched for some sign, he was getting thoroughly drenched.A slight movement made him turn quickly. And then he saw the eyes. Two large bright eyes...
I was again on all fours onto my marital bed; my wet cunt being pumped for the third time by Twister, the nice Great Dane across the street.My girlfriend Helena had caught me fucking that sweet dog and she had left.But then I heard other footsteps climbing the stairs to my bedroom. This time it was not Helena; but those spoiled teen agers across the street.Luke and Matt were the real owners of that nice Great Dane, although their slut mother had trained him to fuck desperate housewives around...
Streetcar By Emily Carlisle It was a beautiful, lazy summer's afternoon; I guess that's why I had dozed off. Fortunately, I woke up just in time for my stop. I stepped off the streetcar... Streetcar? ...and started across the street, being careful to look both ways before crossing. I suddenly realized just what I was doing, and stopped dead. I was way beyond confused, and coming up fast onto a real panic. There hasn't been a streetcar through here since at least 1966; I...