Nicole The Truth at Last a From Jeannie to Vanessa story Chapter 01
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If you haven't read "From Jeannie to Vanessa," you need to read it. Also, you need to read Chapter 1 of this story. These are NOT stand alone stories.
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Chapter 2: Siller comes to call
Siller stood in the doorway of the bedroom, an absolutely HUGE shit-eating grin on his face and eyes looking like they were going to jump out of his skull.
Siller, (short for Sylvester, "rhymes with killer" he always said, although I sometimes called him "Silly") was my boyfriend.
Vanessa and I, attired in stockings and “killer” heels and very little else, lay intertwined with each other on the bed, trying to wake up. I'm sure we made a lovely "ebony and ivory" picture, her blonde permed hair and pale skin and my brown curly hair and darker brown skin, suitable for framing for male wet dreams everywhere.
"We were tired, after the trip, and decided to take a nap." I said, struggling to pull a sheet or pillowcase or SOME fucking thing out from under us to cover us up a little.
He didn't respond. He didn't seem pissed off or anything, which was good, but he DID seem very interested in the sleepy blonde white girl in porn-star lingerie I was desperately trying to untangle myself from.
Vanessa finally seemed to recognize what was going on and opened her eyes slightly. To my surprise, instead of freaking out and helping me pull the bed apart looking for something to cover herself with, she smiled sleepily and said "Oh hi, Siller, what's up?"
She calmly rolled away from me, opening her legs unselfconsciously and giving Siller a quite unnecessary full-frontal hey-how-are-you view. I could have told her what was up with Siller, 'cause I could see it going up.
She put her feet on the floor, stood up a little unsteadily in the five-inch heels, and said, "Wow, that was a nice nap! What time is it?"
I don't think Siller knew what planet he was on, much less what time zone we were in. I looked over at the bedside clock and said "It's 3:15, Vaness...uh...Jeannie. When do you need to leave?"
"Oh, darl...um...Nicole, I guess I better get going. Let me hit the bathroom and get my stuff together."
We were both stumbling over words. "Vanessa," Jack's code word for Jeannie's submissive side, had seemed so right, it was how I thought of her now. I had to wrench my mind back to her "old" name. And the few words she had spoken to me during our lovemaking had been full of passionate endearments.
To be fair, I don't think anything she was doing was designed to titillate Siller on purpose. I mean, she was wearing a cupless bra that displayed her pretty pink titties, plus garter belt, stockings and heels, and had just showed off her shaved pussy. But all that was done, originally, for me. Siller just happened to be an accidental beneficiary of the situation. How the fuck could I complain?
She went into the bathroom and closed the door, Siller's hot eyes following her rear view as intently as he had studied the front view.
Siller's bulging eyeballs unlocked from the now-closed bathroom door and rotated slowly to me.
I smiled weakly at him. What was I going to say? The "nap" story was DOA, I knew that. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, the whole room smelled like sex.
Siller, at least, didn't look angry, at least not yet. I think he was too turned on to be angry. I mean, I guess there is a whole category of porn devoted to girl/girl action, and probably a sub-category for interracial girl/girl action, and he had just walked into fantasy-land. I already knew he thought Jeannie/Vanessa was hot, based on his ad nauseum commentary on how she had changed in the last few weeks.
I now knew those changes were due to her developing Dominant/submissive relationship with her boyfriend Jack, and her exposure to some girl/girl and threesome sex with the admittedly striking raven-haired lingerie shop owner, Marguerite. I had certainly gotten to know Vanessa better in the weekend we had shared, including, obviously, in the biblical sense.
"Siller, I'm..."
He raised his hand. "Babe, we'll talk when she's gone. It's OK, though, don't worry about it. Why don't you get her clothes for her, so she, uh, doesn't have walk out bare-assed."
I hurried to pick up our clothes, still lying where we had left them just inside the front door. I separated Vanessa's two items and tapped on the bathroom door. She opened it a little and looked out at me with wide eyes. I forced a smile and handed her the blouse and skirt.
She emerged a moment later, mercifully fully clothed, and looking a little anxious. "Siller...," she began.
Once again he raised his hand. "Jeannie, don't worry about it. Jack and I have talked. It's all good."
"But Siller, I just wanted to say something to you. Nicole really cares about you, she loves you. If this..." and she spread her hands to cover the room, the bed, herself, "hurts you, it won't happen again. I don't want to do something to drive a wedge between you and Nicole. I belong to Jack – you know that."
"Jeannie, I do know that, Jack and I had a long talk. He didn't know what was going to happen this weekend, but he's in touch with where you are and he knows..." at this he looked over at me, "the kind of effect you can have on people. I'm not mad. Hell, I'm not even sorry, except that I missed it!"
Vanessa smiled, and it was like the sun coming out. "That's good to hear because, frankly," she said, also looking at me, "I want it to happen again. Maybe you won't miss it then."
Jesus, Mary and Joseph! That randy little slut! You could have knocked me over with a feather.
Vanessa walked up to me and kissed me, full on the lips. I was too stunned to respond properly, but I was able to peck her back.
Then she looked at Siller and said, "Would you help me get my bag out of Nicole's car and put it in mine?"
Siller mumbled something and got my keys to go help her. I think he was also unable to articulate very clearly after hearing her previous comment. Probably his tongue was hard.
I watched them through the window. She kissed Siller's cheek and said something to him. Just before she got in her car, she turned and looked at me, and blew me a kiss. I blew her one back, and watched her drive down the road and out of sight.
Siller walked slowly back up the steps to the door and opened it. I looked apprehensively at him, ready to be chewed out, or yelled at, or worse, have him say nothing at all and just leave. He said he was OK, that he and Jack had talked, but I was afraid that was just to avoid a scene with Vanessa...uh, Jeannie.
I had slipped on a robe while he was walking her to the cars. Siller came in the door and smiled at me, reaching out to fold me into his arms. My heart started to beat again and I clung tightly to him, feeling the warmth of his hard chest through his t-shirt. I actually started to cry; hard-ass, tough-as-nails Nicole had tears running down her face. Siller looked down at me and began to kiss my cheeks where the tears were running.
"Hey now, babe, what's all this? I'm with you, never gonna let you go, OK? You OK, nothing to cry about. So you had a little white milk from blondie's bowl, broadened your horizons some. No shame baby."
I had to laugh, while crying, at his use of my own words against me. I was the one who had told him not to be drinking white milk from blondie's bowl, after he had remarked (over and over again) how good she looked. Damn, I sure couldn't argue that anymore, she did look good. And damn if that milk didn't taste pretty good too.
Siller tilted my chin back and looked me in the eye. "Nikki, baby, I love you. Maybe Jeannie does too, I wouldn't blame her. You pretty sweet. But you ain't ever gonna leave me for her, because she's never gonna be free. As far as I am concerned, playtime with her is safe.
"Jack and I had a long talk. Jeannie's adventurous right now. Her eyes have been opened wide, she's exploring herself, shedding some old skin and stretching her wings, like a butterfly. She's hungry for experience. Jack feels no concern, he believes completely in her. He even, ah..." His voice trailed off.
But I was seizing on what he had started off with...he was never going to leave me! He loved me!
"Oh Silly..." I was really bawling now, crying in relief, my tears of fear had turned to joy. And...I wouldn't have to give Vanessa up, although I was willing, I wouldn't have to!
"But I do have a question," he began, looking as serious as he could, "when were you going to let me in on the new look?"
I stepped back from him and whipped open the robe, displaying my new five-inch pumps, thigh-high stockings, and shaved pussy. "What do you think? I put all this together today! And yes, I was thinking of you when I got the heels and hose and when I shaved my puss. Vanessa helped me do it!"
He looked at me curiously. "Who the hell is Vanessa?"
"It's Jeannie, it's like a code word for her submissive side. Vanessa means a couple of things, but one thing it means is a type of butterfly, just like you were talking about."
"OK, enough about her, I want to drink you in..."
Siller just stared at me for a moment.
Finally, he spoke. "Wow. Like too-fucking wow. Baby, you look like a billion bucks! Get rid of that bathrobe, and lets play!"
I was only too happy to oblige. The bathrobe slithered off my shoulders and onto the floor, as Siller reached for me.
He gathered me into his arms and captured my lips with his, his strong tongue diving into my mouth to do battle with mine.
He broke the kiss to smile and say, "I told you those killer heels would look good on you!"
Then he picked me up and carried me back to the bedroom. As he laid me down on the bed, still in disarray from my recent tryst with Vanessa, he added, "Now I'm gonna find out about licking that smooth bowl clean!"
He wasted no time in trying me out. He spread my legs and took a good, long, look at my shaved pussy. "You know, I would probably never have asked you to do this, but I like how it looks! Now for the taste test..."
Siller lowered his face into my pussy, sniffing and kissing, probably smelling Vanessa all over me. He tasted my newly bared flesh repeatedly, first kissing and licking and then simply brushing his big hands over the skin to feel it. Soon, though, he focused his attention on my rapidly dampening puss, taking first the outer, then the inner lips in his own and working his tongue all around, gradually working his way closer and closer to my clit. I knew he loved playing with my little man in the boat, and this time was no exception. He flutter-tongued that little guy until I thought I was going to have a seizure. Then he began to use his thick, strong tongue to actually fuck my pussy. I was in heaven.
When he started, I was going to be clever and ask him if I passed the taste test but that fucking smart-ass idea was long gone at this point...
He raised his head and looked left and right, seeing the dark stockings on each leg, and applied his oral talents to my inner thighs, over the hose, just before he raised himself and moved up over my body. His tongue traced a route over my tummy, up my rib cage, and over my breasts, capturing my already-stiff nipples with his lips on the way up my neck to my mouth again.
I felt him positioning his stiff cock at the opening of my pussy, and he eased himself into me so agonizingly slowly I was crying out for him to "Please fuck me!" but he held his pace to a crawl. I could actually feel the inside of my pussy contracting like a swallowing throat, trying to pull his meat deeper into me.
Finally, like some huge inexorably moving stone finally settling into a slot custom built for it, I felt his dick go all the way home. He held it there, flexing it in me like a thick bicep. I could feel a brand new sensation, unfamiliar but not unpleasant; his stiff pubic curls crushing against my so-recently shaved flesh. I was going nuts! My legs wrapped around his thighs, my ankles locked together and my 'killer heels' were waving wildly in the air.
At long last, as my brain was spiraling into madness, he began to withdraw it slowly, then re-enter me, like some great piston in a dark wet engine. The action sped up; the engine (me) began to produce energy as the piston moved in and out more quickly. My words of lust, urging him on, blended into a continuous wail as he pounded me relentlessly.
I felt his cock begin to expand and contract in me as the cum loaded into it from his balls. He relaxed his weight onto my body, using both hands to grab the cheeks of my ass and pull me forcefully against his thrusting cock as he came, as if he was determined to take back every inch of me that had been surrendered to Vanessa's probing tongue only hours before in this very bed.
That was the thought in my brain as I felt his semen blasting into my cunt. I was his! I might kiss Vanessa's beautiful lips, both above and below, but I was his! And my consciousness left me then, as my own orgasm barreled through my brain and body.
I had never passed out during sex before, so it was a new experience. I came to slowly, with the feel of Siller's breath against my cheek and his hand gently stroking the newly bared flesh between my legs. He really did like it. Damn! Thanks, Vanessa!
Siller saw that I was (a) alive and conscious and smiled and gently kissed my lips. "I am gonna have to say that I am totally down with all the new developments. Baby, I don't think I've ever seen you in stockings, at least not these sexy things. The heels fuckin' rock! And I can't say enough about that bare snatch. I hope it feels as good to you as it does to me!"
I nodded vigorously. "I like it too. It's gonna take a little effort to keep it that way, but you've convinced me it's worth it."
I glanced over at the clock. Nearly three hours had gone by since Vanessa had left. I was thinking about her, hoping she got home safely, and also thinking I might call her and assure her that all was well here.
"Wow," I said, "how long was I out?"
"About half an hour actually. You were breathing, so I figured maybe your lovers just wore you out today."
I noticed he had said "lovers" and grinned. "Yeah, well, you two have been pretty rough on me."
His face turned serious for a moment. "Did Jeannie...Vanessa tell you about the deal with Rick and DeeDee?"
"Well, a little." I answered. "The big argument they had that Friday night, before we saw them Sunday in the dorm, was about that. Jack and Rick "kidnapped" her as a way of making her see that she was really submissive, and Rick and Jack both fucked her while she was tied up. DeeDee shaved her pussy at the same time. Then Jack told her it was just him...and the truth came out when Rick made some comment to Jeannie that night in the Student Union. It almost all came apart that night – but DeeDee saved the day by talking Vanessa through it."
"Un-fucking-believable, right? Jack's got stones, that's for sure, but I think he took a crazy big risk." Siller shook his head.
"But what I was also talking about was Rick and DeeDee, they have a relationship like Jack and Jeannie's. But Rick is apparently pretty rough with DeeDee. Jack is concerned that he may be going overboard.
"And here is where it gets weird-er. Jeannie, uh, Vanessa, after the fight night, questioned Jack as to whether he had ever fucked DeeDee. Then she said since Rick had fucked her, he should share DeeDee. That's crazy enough, but Jack has never has expressed interest in having sex with DeeDee, he thinks Vanessa may be hot for her.
"Jack is OK with Jeannie doing DeeDee, but he was really happy she wanted to get to know you better. Jeannie asked him, Friday, if he would object to her having sex with you, and as you probably heard from her he said no.
"OK, hold onto your ass now. This is gonna knock you down. Jack told me that he asked Jeannie, if things worked out with you, would she like to...
"Fuck you? I mean, fuck you!" I screamed, and began to cry again. That's what she had meant! That crazy cracker bitch was after Siller!
"And so what the hell did you say to that? Yes, please, massa, and thank you for the white pussy? Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Siller. What the hell kind of game are you playing at here?"
Siller said nothing, just watched me, his usual smack-talk and bravado nowhere in evidence.
I was out of the bed and on my feet now, stomping back and forth around the room, screaming and cursing, tears coursing down my cheeks. Vanessa had said "I want it to happen again. Maybe you won't miss it then." Holy mother of God.
After about fifteen minutes of pacing the room, I plopped back down on the bed again, then jumped up like I had been stung. I was never going to sleep in that fucking bed again!
'Fucking' bed. How fucking appropriate.
I stalked out of the bedroom and sat down on the couch.
After a little while, I stopped crying out loud, but was still sniffling.
"Siller," I called, "what did you say to Jack?"
Siller came out and sat down beside me.
"I told him that Jeannie was stone cold beautiful, and I thought she was hot...but...I was in love with Nicole, and I couldn't imagine hurting her like that."
"Did you really? Is that really what you said?"
He reached over and picked up the telephone from its cradle on the side table. "Call him."
I took the phone from him and looked at it for a long time. Then I put it back. I knew I didn't want to talk to Jack right now.
I touched my lips for a moment. I remembered the feel of her lips on mine. Was it all just an act, to get to Siller through me? But wait, it wasn't even Vanessa's idea, was it? She had asked Jack for permission to get involved with me. It was Jack's idea that she might eventually sleep with Siller.
I was so confused! I loved Siller, that's why it hurt so much, the thought of Vanessa worming her way in between us. But...I think I was starting to love Vanessa, too. That's also why it hurt so much, the idea that she would use my affection to get to Siller. But it wasn't her, not really. And, it seemed (as I tried to reason through all the, uh, ins and outs), she wasn't trying to split anybody up, she was just enjoying herself...and me. As she would enjoy DeeDee, and Siller too, if I let her.
It was like she had no conscience, or need for one. She had made it crystal clear that she was Jack's...plaything, she had said. She was free to love, and make love, because she was owned, because she knew that she belonged to Jack and he would make the call, she would always be under his control.
Jack had allowed her to, ah, spread her wild oats because he had complete confidence she would come back...he had her tethered.
Jack, and I, didn't need to worry about her heart. She could give it to me, in all honesty, because she knew I wouldn't try to claim her for my own. Because she belonged to Jack, and Jack belonged to her; and because I belonged to Siller, and Siller belonged to me. Not in the same way; not as chattel, or plaything; but belonging, just the same.
Siller was mine, but he was attracted to Vanessa, of course! He was normal, and male, and Vanessa was indeed beautiful, and, as I knew only too well, practically dripped sex. I had said she was cute, but not gorgeous. I realized that I was only looking at her with my eyes then. There was another – side – to her.
Could I trust Siller in her arms? Why not? Vanessa belonged to Jack. No matter how wonderful the sex was, no matter how sweet the caresses, Vanessa would go back to Jack. That was the fail-safe.
How would I feel if the three of us were together, like, I guess Jack had been with Marguerite and Vanessa that night at Marguerite's? Would I be jealous? Would I be competing with her for Siller's affections? How did one guy even pleasure two women at the same time? That occupied my mental faculties for awhile. The more I thought about her, the more beautiful and powerful she became – unassailable, unreachable. Beyond compare. Ah fuck. It was just driving me nuts. I was going in circles.
I decided I would keep the bed. It hadn't done me any harm.
"Siller, baby, my head is all screwed up right now. Let me try to get some sleep tonight. We've both got shit to do tomorrow. Let's talk tomorrow night, OK? Will you have the time?"
"Baby, I'll make the fucking time. There's nothing more important to me than you, OK?
I loved hearing that. I could listen to him say that, over and over.
Siller held me in his arms. "I love you, Nikki. Ain't nothin' gonna change that. Nothing, you hear?"
I smiled up into his face. "I love hearing you say that. I'll never get tired of hearing it. I love you too."
With a kiss that was all too brief, he was out the door to his car.
I went back to my "fucking" bed, and for the first time in a long time, I fell to my knees beside it. I needed a few minutes with my thoughts, and with the old-time religion in which I had been raised.
After a moment, I headed for the shower. I had a lot of lovemaking to wash off. I wished it were that easy to launder my brain.
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I was pretty busy the next morning. The Vanessa-Siller-Nicole triangle or sandwich or s'more or whatever the hell it was didn't enter my thoughts too much, no more than once every ten seconds or so. I decided I was going to have to talk directly to Vanessa again to get my head around it. At some point, Jack and I were going to need to come to Jesus too; but that could wait. I had been so angry last night, but I felt that maybe I had been directing my anger in the wrong direction.
I had told Siller that I wanted to see him that night; but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to try to figure out where Vanessa's head was. Today was Monday; Tuesday was a light day for me, I only had an afternoon lab. Vanessa's school was only an hour away; surely I could get down there and back in one night. Even if I got back really late, I could sleep in on Tuesday morning.
First, a quick call to Siller to tell him my plan. I knew he was usually back in the suite around noon on Mondays and fortunately I caught him in. He was concerned, but he told me to do whatever I thought was right, and he would support me. He also told me he loved me. I could listen to that man say that every hour on the hour.
My second call was to Vanessa. I figured my plan must be blessed because I caught her in between classes as well (this was before cell phones, remember). Otherwise, I would have had to leave a message with whoever answered her dorm phone, and hope it got delivered. Haphazard, I know, but that's the way it was. At the last minute, I remembered to ask for Jeannie (my mouth was already forming the name "Vanessa") when someone in her dorm picked up the phone. When Vanessa got to the phone, she sounded guarded; it was in the hallway of her dorm, so phone calls were everybody's business. She welcomed me, said she could even put me up for the night if I wanted, as she was between roommates. I chuckled to myself. I couldn't imagine what it would be like being an innocent young female college student in THAT room for a few months.
By 3 PM I was in my car and on the road. I had debated about what to wear. I had put on a skirt, stockings, and heels that morning. Not the 'killer heels' but much more modest pumps. Siller had liked the skirt-n-heels look so much last night that I had found myself "putting on the dog" in anticipation of seeing him again this evening, and then I hadn't felt like changing. I had put on a thong, not sure why, except that going commando was something I would have to adjust to.
Vanessa had given me instructions on where to park, so I was able to find a spot pretty quickly in sight of her dorm. She lived in a classic long-hallway dorm with central bathrooms. Ugh. What a pain for just taking a shower or going to the toilet, much less doing makeup and hair.
Lots of people looked hard at me as I walked into the hallway. I was used to that; even after twenty-plus years of integration, there were still bastions of lily-whiteness in all southern schools except the HBCU (some readers may not know that stands for – historically black colleges and universities. Yes, it's a thing).
I found Vanessa's room easily enough, and knocked. Vanessa opened the door and smiled politely and invited me in. She closed the door behind me, locked it, and then turned around and immediately took me into her arms and soul-kissed me. I was taken aback a little; I had been through so much thinking and mental wrestling since I had last seen her, just 24 hours ago; but from her perspective, she had left me yesterday with a hot kiss on the lips, having just climbed out of bed with me. But blonde or not, Vanessa was quick to pick up on my mood.
"Nicole, what's wrong? I'm so glad you came down! But I can tell something is bothering you."
"Let's sit down." I responded. We sat down on the two beds, facing each other across the tiny room.
I outlined what had happened after she left, what Siller had told me, including the stuff about Rick and DeeDee. She nodded her head in agreement, but she seemed most concerned about what concerned me the most – my perception that somehow, her involvement with me was tied to an effort to get Siller into her bed (or her into Siller's bed, whatever).
She was silent for a long while. Then she began to outline her perspective, which lined up mostly with what I had kind of eventually figured out for myself. She belonged to Jack, so she was no threat to Siller and I. In fact, they both wanted us to be successful as a couple, and both of them wanted us to be closer to them as a couple.
In short, it became clear to me that they would be most pleased if Siller and I were a strong, tightly bonded couple, who occasionally swapped partners with another strong, tightly bonded couple, namely Jack and Vanessa. Jesus, Mary and Joseph!
I guess I had actually seen that one coming. Jack wasn't going to sit back forever, letting Vanessa roam the landscape fucking everyone in sight. In fact it was much more controlled than that; she was apparently permitted to engage with someone only with his direct guidance and approval.
Did I want to fuck Jack? Did he want to fuck me? I really hadn't thought about it...anyway, that was not the issue at present. The real question on my mind today was, did I want Siller to fuck Vanessa? The answer that had been fermenting in my skull that morning was, yeah, kinda...but only if I could be there. The idea was sort of sexy, in a perverted, upside-down sort of way. I found sex with Vanessa dreamy and wonderful. I remembered her tongue burning its way down my legs and I felt my nipples get hard. Siller was passionate and demanding. I remembered the way he had forcefully pulled me onto him to better his penetration and I felt my pussy get wet. What would sex be like with both of them? Together? At the same time? Fuck!
There was a long silence while I was turning these thoughts over in my mind. It was broken by the rustle of clothes. Vanessa had kicked her flip-flops off, then stood up and pulled her t-shirt and shorts off, and was now busily removing her bra and panties. She stood there, no killer heels, no stockings or garter belt, no push-up bra. She looked younger, soft and fragile, like the day I had first held her in my arms to dry her tears – was that only Friday, just four days ago?
My eyes misted a little at the unassuming, unenhanced beauty of her fair skin, blonde hair, and open, welcoming smile. I held out my arms and she advanced and sat in my lap. We began to kiss – not the passionate, consuming kisses that we had shared – was it only yesterday? – but the gentle, questing nuzzling of two lovers discovering each other for the first time, or perhaps re-discovering each other after a long separation.
We kissed and nipped at each other's lips, sometimes laughing with playfulness. She looked into my eyes, and then down, briefly, as her fingers sought the buttons on my blouse. Her hand slipped inside and once again I was taken by the heat in her slender pink-nailed fingers as they traced my shoulder blades, slipping the bra straps off.
She pulled the bra forward and down, and my breasts popped free together, the darker brown nipples already stiffening. Her small hands cupped them, thumbs on nips, and then she quickly followed them with her lips. I leaned back and rotated slightly to lay down lengthwise on the bed, kicking my heels off onto the floor.
Vanessa slid off my lap and stepped away for a moment – I heard her opening a drawer. When she returned she laid a handful of objects down on the bed beside me, and then continued to strip my blouse and bra off. Her hand then slid up the nylon-covered thigh underneath my skirt. She encountered the tops of the thigh-highs and then the thong and smiled at me. I lifted my hips as she slipped the tiny piece of cloth off. She didn't bother with the stockings or skirt, only pushing the latter higher on my hips.
Next I felt her hot breath on my pussy. Her lips and tongue caressed my outer lips and then penetrated me – and then I heard/felt a gentle buzzing sound. The buzzing came from some kind of small vibrator, I guess. The buzzing feeling began to penetrate my cunny as her pirate tongue set out to capture my little man in the boat. He surrendered willingly to her caresses and my temperature began to climb.
But something new was coming; Vanessa rolled me gently over, and I felt a dampness as she cleaned my little rosebud, perhaps with a makeup wipe. She followed it with – her tongue! Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I breathed slowly, not my usual exclamation but almost an incantation. She kissed and tongued this little back door for a moment, and then I felt something else, slightly wet, but thicker – a lubricant of some kind.
She moved back up to where her lips were next to my ear and whispered, "Relax, it will go in easier." This, of course, had the immediate, opposite effect of making me tense up. But she continued to urge me to let go in a soft, but persuasive, whisper.
Finally, I felt something hard nudge my anus. She pushed it slowly inward. It wasn't too big; it was nowhere near the size of, for example, Siller's cock. It had a shape like a small dick, with a head slightly bigger than the immediately following circumference. I knew this, of course, because the little head popped inside and the object, whatever it was, stopped there.
She rolled me back over and began again to work her magic in my girly garden – hmmm, I guess that was no longer an appropriate euphemism, as there was no longer any vegetation in my "garden." Still, her tongue again captured the little boat and its captain, the buzzing vibration continued up the length of my vaginal canal and I forgot about gardens, or boats, or much of anything.
While she licked and kissed, she gently pushed and pulled on the anal penetrator, whatever it was, sending paroxysms of confused feelings throughout my loins. Then, unexpectedly, it started buzzing gently. I was caught between these two powerful instruments of gentle sexual torture. I began to cry out, quietly at first, still aware of where I was, and then louder and louder as I began to lose any idea of decorum.
Vanessa leaned back, picked up my discarded thong, looked at what a tiny scrap of cloth it was, and then dropped it and picked up her own panties from the floor. She balled them up and looked questioningly at me. I wasn't sure what she wanted for a moment – and then she pressed them to my lips. A gag! She wanted to gag me! But it made sense. We were in a tiny dorm room, on a hall with many other rooms, with insulation probably manufactured and installed fifty years ago. I nodded and opened my mouth to accept her offering.
Having suitably silenced me, she returned to ministering to my pussy and ass. And I returned to screaming/wailing/thrashing. It wasn't long before I felt the familiar, but somehow new, approach of the shivering and shuddering that accompanied my orgasm. It blasted through me in wave after wave, somehow enhanced by the penetration and stimulation of my ass as well as my puss. Whew!
Throughout it all, Vanessa had received no reciprocation other than me returning her kiss. Once my senses had returned almost to normal, she pulled the soaking panties from my mouth, shook them out, and looked at them with resignation. She hung them over the side of a dirty clothes basket and stood up. Disdaining the shorts she had been wearing, she pulled on a miniskirt and crop top, without adding a bra or panties, and then pulled on a pair of socks and slipped on a set of high-heeled ankle boots from her closet. There was a sink in the room, with a small mirrored cabinet above. She looked in the mirror, made a few minor makeup repairs, fluffed her hair a little, and then looked down at me.
"Feel like getting something to eat?" she asked brightly, as if I hadn't just had the top of my head blown off through my ass.
"Eat? But what about you..." I tapered off without saying more.
She smiled invitingly. "Well you ARE staying the night aren't you? I'll get my chance. And I have better gags than that one." She giggled a little.
I guess I was. Staying. And I think another decision had been made. One involving Siller. And probably, down the road, Jack.
"Can't we just order in?" I said, sounding a little more plaintive than I meant.
"Oh pooh. I want to show you off!"
"Show me off, as your girlfriend? I repeat – deep in the heart of Dixie, bible belt – etcetera, etcetera."
"Show you off, as my friend, who happens to be a smart, beautiful, tall, athletic, black girl. Black, white, yellow, whatever. You are my friend. I love you. I want people to see you, so that when I say, "my friend, Nicole," they put a face to a name. A face I adore. See?" She finished brightly.
I couldn't argue with that kind of logic.
After some repair of my own, we headed out. To show me off. Some crazy cracker bitch she had turned out to be.
-to be continued-
Chapter 2: Jeannie meets Vanessa. The next morning, I awoke in my own bed to my mother calling me for breakfast. I had dreamed the craziest shit...then I shifted in the bed and became immediately aware of the welts on my bum and the itching of my shaved pussy and realized that it had been no dream! I hit the toilet then quickly pulled on some shorts and a top and slipped into house slippers and went down to eat. Dad had headed out early to go fishing, so my mother was in the kitchen by...
BDSMChapter 4: Private Sessions. As we approached the shopping district where Visions in Lace was located, it suddenly dawned on me that it was getting fairly late in the afternoon. Would the store even be open?I queried Jack and he responded, “It’s interesting that you bring that up. She actually requested that we come towards the end of the business day. As you probably noticed, she doesn’t stay open late, even on Saturdays. I think she intends to have a private session with us.”A little chill...
BDSMChapter 6: Tying the Knot, Epilogue, and Postscript. I think Autumn was always my favorite time in the South. The excitement of graduation and starting to work full-time was past. We’d survived another sticky hot summer, and now the cooler weather would likely stretch out through Thanksgiving and even, sometimes, Christmas, before turning ugly and gray in January or February. My mom and Jack’s mom were already buzzing about like flies with wedding fever and even I was excited, although not...
BDSMChapter 1: Jeannie is Pushed Over the Edge.The story starts with my love affair with Jack. I was known as Jeannie then. Yep, Jack and Jeannie. We attended small colleges in the South that were located about an hour's drive apart, but we both came from the same small city. We had attended different high schools but met through a mutual friend who later attended the same college as Jack. The circumstances of our meeting were kind of sweet, but not important to the story I'm trying to tell. The...
BDSMI awoke about 2am. I could feel hot breath around my cock. I had rolled onto my back. Sara was sucking me. I was already very hard. Half awake, I watched her climb on top and slide down on my hard member. I was being used again and I loved it. It was a privilege to be giving a young woman new experiences. She smiled as my eyes fully open. I put my hand on my lower belly with my middle finger there to rub on her clit. She came twice in about five minutes, rolled off of me and we snuggled to...
Roger sees that Tony’s car is gone so he figures that he’s already left. Roger decides to go inside anyway and maybe score a cup of coffee from Jeannie. “Good morning Jeannie”, he calls out as he walks through the front door, “How about a cup of coffee?” Roger sees no one but hears a soft sobbing coming from the living room. “Oh, good morning Maj. Healy”, says Jeannie rising from lying on the couch; as she is wiping tears from her eyes. “My Master has already left for work but you...
Jeannie who was fifty-four-years-old looked wide-eyed at Laura, her thirty-year-old step-daughter. They were in the dining room at the Hotel with Jeannie’s friend, Chuck, who was also fifty-four-years-old. The noisy kids on the next table were still misbehaving and their mum was still doing nothing to quieten them down. Jeannie and Chuck had just accepted that Laura was going to spank them and that they had to leave the table now and make their way back up to the bedroom.Jeannie and Chuck...
SpankingAunt Jeannie We three had been best friends as long as any of us can remember. Jeannie,Carol and Ruthie; I'm the one in the middle; Ruthie is two months younger andgrew up in the house next to ours on the right. Jeannie is about a year anda half older and grew up two doors to the left of my house. Jeannie, Caroland Ruthie – we were always together. There was never anything that we did as kids that I don't remember us doingtogether. We were more like sisters than our real sisters and brothers....
Editor's Note. *Letters* mean it's stressed. LetTers mean its tone is raised. _Letters_ means it's accented without the stress. I Dream of Jeannie 01: One Year Minus One By Ron Dow75 dow75stories@home.com "Ohwaw!" Roger's date cried, pulling at the top of her d?colletage. The red wine was running from her upper chest down into her deep cleavage. "I am so sorry!" Roger rose, and almost dabbed at the spill. "I'll pay for a new dress!" "This dress cost over $300!" the w...
Ted and I climbed into the shower first, taking time to adjust the temperature and the flow until it was perfect. Just this side of scalding, and a spray strong enough to massage your skin and muscle. I breathed a deep sigh as the hot water washed Al's sticky come from my tits. I hugged Ted's muscular body to mine and kissed him passionately. I was deeply grateful that he wasn't jealous or upset at me for sucking Al's cock. It was just being caught up in the moment I had explained. And...
Ted and Al rode in the front seat and Jeannie and I sat in the captains chairs behind them. I sat behind Ted, who was driving. We were heading to what we called "The Lake". Actually, where we were going was the Salmon River, about ten miles out of town. Ted's uncle had a lodge on the river and he let us use it on the weekends, if he wasn't around. He lived in Chicago, so "not around" was pretty often. The lodge sat on a large piece of land at the bend in the river and the water there...
Jeannie pulled her bikini back on, nestling the back up between her freshly smacked ass cheeks. She moaned softly at the feel of the tiny suit coming up over her thighs, pressing against her pussy and sliding up the crack of her ass. Her soaked pussy saturated the crotch of the bikini Joe had removed the lining from. The suit slipped up between her swollen lips, creating a delicious camel toe. ‘No need to bother with the top, Jeannie,’ Joe said in an offhand manner. ‘I’m sure Dave would enjoy...
My beautiful young friend, Jeannie and I had just returned home from our first weekend together as lovers. At eighteen, Jeannie was the image of a healthy happy, confident young woman. She was a blue eyed blonde, barely 4'11" and I am sure she was under 90 lbs. She was and still is very fit, muscular and flexible from years of gymnastics. She was always so upset that she was mistaken for being much younger and at 18 she could easily pass for 14. She is the daughter of one of my best friends...
"I have a request," Darci said gravely. "Anything," I quickly answered, meaning it. "I better tell you what it is first." "Go ahead," I replied, catching her serious mood. "I have a new friend I'd like you to meet," Darci told me. "She has a problem that I feel you can help out with." "Sure," I replied. "Shall we go now?" "It's a bit more than that," Darci continued. "I really can't go with you or be part of this. In fact, I want you to put me in the...
Once inside, Jeannie and I pressed our naked bodies together and kissed. Long and slow we shared our passion allowing John to watch and then turned our attention to John. I had him out of his shoes in the next five seconds, and Jeannie had already dropped his jacket to the kitchen floor. I watched as Jeannie and John kissed and I unzipped and wrestled his tight jeans to the floor exposing his rigid cock. Jeannie and I naked, except for our amazingly sexy heels, (as God intended) and John...
The taste of Jeannie's pussy was still on my tongue as I stood up in the kitchen. We heard the padding of Al's footsteps, and I smiled innocently as he entered the room. Al's ruffled hair, and goofy grin lightened us up as I stood up. Neither of us made a move to really cover our nudity and it was obvious that Al appreciated that. As he stared, I slowly rubbed my breasts under the towel, then moved the towel down my belly slowly revealing my full breasts and hard nipples. I could see his...
Tony looked through his closet for what to wear. He had promised Jeannie that he would take her clubbing that evening, and that he would introduce her to his friend and fellow astronaut, Roger Healey. “What should I wear, Master?” she had asked. “One of the dresses that website said was good for clubbing?” “Sure.” “What makes a dress good for clubbing?” Tony looked up from his laptop computer. “Uh, it’s more an attitude, I guess. When you’re out clubbing, you’re out partying. You’re...
Sunday morning we woke up together, as if on cue. Jeannie and I had been up until midnight reliving the night before, and planning tonight with Ted and Al. I smiled and let my eyes dance over Jeannie's naked form. I guess our "sleepovers" would never be the same again. After feeling Jeannie's nakedness and tasting her pussy at the lake on Friday, I looked at her now with a whole new appreciation. Not only was she still my best friend, but now she was a lover! And what a lover! She...
‘Hey Dave!’ Joe said as he opened the door to see his old friend. ‘Come on in.’ ‘Thanks man,’ Dave said. Joe led Dave into the living room and gestured for him to sit. ‘It’s been a long time, Dave.’ Joe said. ‘Yeah, college,’ Dave said. ‘Glad we got connected again through Facebook.’ ‘And we turn out to live so close to each other. Wild stuff,’ Joe said. Joe and David’s conversation was interrupted by a woman’s voice coming from the direction of the kitchen. ‘Master, I have cold beers...
The minivan Al's dad loaned him had a wonderful stereo and all the options. The Doors were singing "L.A. WOMAN" as I followed Ted into the back seat. "Comfy back there?" Al asked with a smile. "You bet," I replied as I leaned into Ted's strong arms. "Real Comfy." "Then we're off!" Al yelled as he put the van in gear and hit the gas. The night air felt wonderful as we tooled down the highway. The smell of ocean breezes made my brain dance with visions of tropical islands and...
We played cards for more than an hour. In between hands, the tequila bottle was passed, and Ted and Al made a number of beer runs to the kitchen. We were starting to get a buzz on to say the least. Jeannie, making her prediction come true, was the proud owner of two pairs of boys pants, and a shirt that once belonged to Al. We had decided that to make things more interesting, shoes, socks, and jewelry didn't count so those disappeared first. My pile contained Ted's shirt, and Jeannie's...
The next two days were a nonstop orgy of fornication in the Nelson home. It had started simply enough, with Jeannie kneeling before her new Master with his cock in her mouth. She had given him a quick and successful blowjob, savoring the taste as he groaned and spewed his jism into her mouth and down her throat. Then they had gotten on the bed, and Tony had maneuvered the beautiful blonde into a sixty-nine position, with her sitting on his face as she again took his cock into her mouth. She...
"I Dream of Jeannie" was created by Sidney Sheldon; it is being parodied by me. Please note: While under the spell that made Major Anthony "Tony" Nelson a genie, he can no longer have a name, any name. He can only be referred to as "genie". To keep him separated in your mind from the real Jeannie that you know, I'm calling him 'Jeannie', since he now looks like her. To help with the confusion, I'm also calling Jeannie's sister Genie. She, too, is allowed to have no name. (In...
HumorIt was a lazy Saturday afternoon. I got an email from Jeannie of my bank. I remember the name. She had helped me the day before at the local branch. “I am just check on you and what our bank did for you yesterday.” I noticed she was not using a bank email address. I responded, “everything was fine, thanks for your help.” She shot back another email immediately, “can we talk about other things?” I said, sure, but here is my private email, ______” We were both on Gmail hangouts in a...
When Ted slowly regained his senses, he looked down and a little to his left, and noticed the Dutch door was only half closed. Curious now, he gave me a quizzical look, pushed me back gently and slowly pushed the top half of the door back. I think he was catching on to something. As he opened the top half of the door, he peered into the living room and, at first, didn't see anything. He was looking too far away! Hearing the sound of someone clapping their hands lightly, he looked down and...
Jeannie moaned into her ball gag as her Master beat her imprisoned sex. She lay naked on the cold concrete basement floor, covered in angry red welts, her hands by her head, cuffed by the wrists to the thick leather collar around her neck. The cruel clamps around her nipples had become unbearable an hour ago, only a few minutes after Master had placed them there. Her modest breasts were especially bruised - Master liked the knowledge that Jeannie's breasts would be sore every time she wore a...
I knew that Jeannie would head straight for my room and the shower after her tryst with my uncle. I hurried to beat her there, and quickly jumped into the shower myself. Over the noise of the rushing water, I heard her enter my room and call for me. She must have heard the water running and came into the bathroom. I leaned against the back wall and faced the glass door as Jeannie slid it open a crack. Her smiling face peered in through the steam. "So, did you get a good view?" she asked...
The next day Tony decided that a little self-restraint was necessary. He needed to get some work done, even though Jeannie kept serving him the wine of love and passion and demanding he take care of her. He dug out a tablet computer from his home desk, made sure it connected to his WiFi, and then showed it to Jeannie. “This is a tablet computer. It will allow you to get on the Internet.” “What is the Internet, Master?” “Not sure how to answer that. It’s a computer marketplace, library,...
Fun and games took them past lunch. At that point Tony called a halt and they cleaned up. He led the way to the bathroom, and they took another shower together. This time, however, Tony refused to allow the djinni to lure him back to the bed, now magically back in place along with the rest of his bedroom furniture. Instead, he pulled on a pair of briefs and some shorts, and then a sport shirt. At that point he looked Jeannie over. She was standing there in the doorway to his walk-in closet...
He watched her as she shuffled slowly to the front door of her apartment block. She was maybe five feet five, brunette, slightly built. The nose was a little long, maybe, and a bit bulbous at the tip -- but not much, and it didn't detract from the frail beauty of her face. Her bust -- well, that was what had drawn his attention initially. It wasn't huge or anything, but it seemed substantial on her slight frame. That had been several weeks before, when she'd been out in a midriff top with a...
Tony rolled over in bed, an erection keeping him awake. ?Oooooh, Master,? Jeannie squealed as she hopped up on the bed. Her top was pulled down so that her big boobs were exposed. ?Pleeeease let me handle that for you,? she begged. ?Sure, Jeannie,? Tony pulled his pajama bottoms down, exposing his erection. Jeannie grabbed it eagerly and flicked it against her tongue, teasing the tip before taking it into her mouth and pushing it down into her throat. She bobbed her head up and down, pleasuring...
When the tv series started way back in the 1960s when it was still in black and white I missed all the early episodes as I was stuck overseas in Asia and a few hot spots they were and I don,t just mean the ridiculous heat and high humidity. When I got home on leave there she was the pixie like Barbara Eden. A petite beauty who just oozed sex yet seemed exotic in her skimpy Arab pyjamas. A programme that had an elfin genie in pyjamas yet suitable for the family to view, Should imagine thousands...
Tony Nelson stared at his commanding officer. “Sir?” “Oh, don’t get nervous. Have a seat.” He motioned the astronaut towards a chair. “Porter’s gone off the rails again. She filed a complaint against your partner, too.” “Roger?” Bellows nodded. “She charged the pair of you with disrespect, disobedience, and intentionally corrupting the experiment. For all I know, she’s still filing charges. Did you do any of those things?” “No, sir! Of course not!” Bellows smiled and shrugged. “Good...
The following is a fantasy (as in porn fantasy) story about an abnormally well hung teenager and a MILF. The major theme here is mother/boy. Contrary to my older written works, this is not a xxx story filled with fucking, this is more sensual and erotic. Romantic even. It does start off with rather younger characters, but will move forward through time. INCIDENT #6 - Rinse and Repeat One week passed, and the incident was still fresh in Nicole’s mind. It was now Saturday morning and...
Jack had gotten Ted and Al each a beer, and they were standing in the living room when I walked in. The expressions on all of their faces told me that Jeannie and I had been right with our choice of dresses. Three pairs of eyes went directly to my protruding nipples, which were even more obvious in the bright light of the living room, and then each pair went off in their own direction, all of them washing over me with lustful appreciation. My uncle came over to me and kissed me on the...
Molly went to meet Joe the next day at his home office. ‘Jeannie,’ Joe said to his wife, who he had convinced was a sex genie, ‘I wish a woman would come to our house today wanting to try out acting in porn, and I would audition her.’ ‘Oooh, that sounds like a fun wish, Master,’ Jeannie said. Her thighs rubbed together at the thought of her husband fucking a strange woman in their house. She nodded to make the wish, and a moment later the door bell rang. Molly was there as she and Joe had...
‘Whew. That was good stuff,’ Joe said. Dave raised his eyebrows and nodded vigorously. Jeannie smiled demurely. ‘Say Jeannie, why don’t you go freshen up and then go to mall for a little bit?’ Joe said. Jeannie smiled and nodded and left the room to shower the cum off of her pussy and ass. Joe looked at Dave. ‘Another benefit of the hypnosis,’ Joe said, ‘Is I finally convinced her to go to the mall alone.’ Dave laughed. ‘I think I could use some of that suggestion with my wife,’ Dave...
"Hey, Jeannie," he said as he opened the door, "come on in. Susie'll be back soon I'm sure." He grinned happily and licked his chops, it was like his prayers had been answered. He was just about to go upstairs, find his old magazines, put a sock on his cock and jerk off for an hour or so. He wasn't really hard, but he was riled, eager, overdue for a pipe draining, couldn't think of anything else, just pussy, especially young pussy, and here it was, just what he wanted, what he needed....
Tony Nelson stared as the pink smoke dissipated, leaving behind a woman kneeling in the sand in front of him. “What in the world...”, he began, but then he simply stopped. The woman silently bent down, touched her head to the sand, and then resumed her position kneeling before him. Tony shook his head in disbelief. The woman was possibly the most beautiful female he had ever seen! She was young, perhaps in her early twenties, of medium height, with thick golden blonde hair that shimmered as...
Introduction: nicole decides to make a move on one of her mothers boyfriends…. 2nd story –Small fantasy of mine, hope u like it!! The phone rang….. Hello? Hey…Nicole? Yep, Hi John. Haha I thought it was you, how you been? Good, and you? Great, is your mother there? No, she went to the doctors, she should be back soon though. Oh, okay, well tel her Ill give her a call, do you need anything? Haha no, shed kill me, but Ill definatly tell her you called. Okay honey, talk to ya later ...
The phone rang..... "Hello?" "Hey...Nicole?" "Yep, Hi John." "Haha I thought it was you, how you been? "Good, and you?" "Great, is your mother there?" "No, she went to the doctors, she should be back soon though." "Oh, okay, well tel her I'll give her a call, do you need anything?" "Haha no, she'd kill me, but I'll definatly tell her you called." "Okay honey, talk to ya later" "You too, bye!" --------------------------- Nicole...
Introduction: Second part, Nicole and John finaly meet up. Im sorry for the delay, my computer got a virus in the middle of writing, but I finished yay! This is part two to Nicole and her mothers Boyfriends. I suggest you read the first story to find out how Nicole and John first met up, and theres the character description also, so if youd like to know what they look like, thats also in part one. Thank you for all of your nice comments and good ratings!!! Please continue to rate, and enjoy...
Sam and Vanessa Part Five: The Club By Teddie S The rest of the two weeks, that Vanessa's parents were gone, went along as the first part had. The couple enjoyed spending all their time together, Sam spent every night, and Samantha was only around at night. But, toward the end of the second week, as Vanessa's parents were due back on Sunday, and she wanted to do something with her girlfriends on Saturday night. They found a club that looked like it might be a lot of fun. It wasn't far...
"What's going on here?" Vanessa Hudgens asked Alyson Michalka as they walked past a trio of teenage girls. "Is this why you couldn't go out tonight?""AJ's having a sleepover and I got roped into keeping an eye on them since my parents are out of town," Aly explained."How cute," Vanessa said, letting her eyes wander from AJ to Selena Gomez and finally to the third member of the sleepover, Demi Lovato."Hi Vanessa," AJ said. "We're going to watch School Of Rock if you guys want to join us.""Ooh,"...
Sam and Vanessa Part Four: Could It Really Be? By Teddie S She looked at him for a long time, then reached up, and wiped his tears away. "I... I... could try and stop for you." he said. "You would do that for me?" "I would do anything for you." She moved around, so that she was sitting on his lap, and said, "Hold me." He put his arms around her, and held her tight. She wrapped her arms around him. And, they just sat there holding each other. She finally whispered, "Sam. I...
It's a warm musty evening and Nicole and I are sitting in her favourite restaurant enjoying a wonderful meal and a full body bottle of wine (very much like Nicole). Gazing into Nicoles eyes and holding her hands across the table, I suddenly feel her foot rubbing against crotch and gaining momentum, she then gives me a wink, when the waiter asks me if I would like anything else, I ask for the bill and the Town Car be brought around. Opening the door Nicole jumps in and the driver gives me a wry...
Day 1: The BeginningThe handcuffs are cutting into Vanessa’s wrists behind her back; her slim but muscled body is hunched forward on the hard bench. Her shoulders ache as she blows her fringe from her face with a pouted bottom lip?..?Fuck these South American Customs officials?and fuck that Craig for stuffing that shit in my bag? she thinks to herself??And FUCK this heat? as a droplet of sweat forms on her erect nipple, ready to drop on her taut thigh, where the downy blond hairs are matted...
Vanessa is 36 years old, married to her high school sweetheart, Brian. Brian is 5 years older than her. He is not the fittest guy for his age even. He has gained a few pounds over the years. Vanessa however, still looks after her appearance. She has maroon red dyed curly hair at shoulder length, 5"4", 32C cup, a size 8 and very attractive. Some people make jokes about beauty and the b**st but there is always a degree of truth about it. She also has a seductive look that comes naturally and she...
Cassidy and Vanessa by William Kincaid The ice lay heavy on the bleak Indiana landscape. The barren farm fields lay encased in a crust of frozen snow while the wood lots were stripped of leaves, dark, and foreboding. The sky mirrored the frozen ground, gray and featureless, a somber blanket that matched the mood of the two passengers in a Jeep Patriot in the southbound lane of I-69. Mark Baxter and his sixteen year old son Tommy had been thrown out...
written by jerojerome It's my first full story and English isn't my first language...therefore sorry if there are some (or many) mistakes ... I always wanted to become a stage director or film producer since i saw girls like Victoria Justice (my dream girl), Selena Gomez or Vanessa Hudgens on tv (and i can't count how many times i jerked off to them). For that reason i moved immediately to hollywood after i finished school. It was hard to get one of these good jobs for a 19 year old guy like...
It was some time after the first story, that we had a weekend on our own again.Our son was with a Grandma’s and we had a weekend ahead, a rare occasion.On Friday night Vanessa and I went into town to a local Italian place, good food and loads of wine. As the evening wore on, we began discussing matters of a sexual nature and recollecting the night we experimented (in the previous story). From under a menu Vanessa produced a flyer, one of those that advertise things to see, places to go in town,...
Sam and Vanessa Part Two: A very sad time A few weeks after Christmas, just after Saturday breakfast, the telephone rang, and Toshi answered it. She turned to her mother, handed her the phone, and said, "It's Oda Sachiko, and she's crying." With a little trepidation, Masumi took the phone, and said, "Sachiko?" She listened for a minute, her face flushed, and she started to cry. "Mom! What's wrong?" "Sobo (grandfather) died." "What? No!" And, Toshi started crying. "Please...
Sam and Vanessa Part Three: A New Beginning Sam sat at the table, and looked at his mom, and Aunt Mi. You could see the puzzlement on his face, as he thought 'What did I do?' Miyuki started, "Sam. Your mom and I are glad to see that you and Vanessa are friends again. We both hope that you come out of your funk. But, what we really want to talk to you about, are your clothes." "My clothes!" Sam asked. "Yes. Your girl's clothes." "Huh?" "Sam. We're not blind. When you put...
I Dream of Jeannie 03) - 04) 21 Centuries Cubed By Two Stories [Please note: While under a spell that turns a mortal into a genie, they lose *all *rights to their former names, and lives. That is, they become "non-persons". All genies can only be referred to as "genie", spelled "Jeannie", "Geni" (which is how I'm spelling our Jeannie's older sister's name *after *she loses her given name), "Geeny", "Dgeenee", "Djinnie", etc. [In the original TV series the two genie sisters, and just...
Future Plot Lines JB - Additional plot lines can be taken from themes developed in the series: Jeannie needs to get a passport, identification, Tony tries to teach her to drive Tony goes to Hollywood as a consultant on a science fiction movie, Jeannie follows, gets jealous of starlet Tony kidnapped by Chinese agents, Roger & Jeannie rescue Amanda Bellows gets caught with Roger, tries to implicate Tony - CH
The phone rang….. “Hello?” “Hey…Nicole?” “Yep, Hi John.” “Haha I thought it was you, how you been? “Good, and you?” “Great, is your mother there?” “No, she went to the doctors, she should be back soon though.” “Oh, okay, well tel her I’ll give her a call, do you need anything?” “Haha no, she’d kill me, but I’ll definatly tell her you called.” “Okay honey,...
Introduction: Vanessa, my wife, gets it from a thick stick Vanessa is my wife of five years. She is half Latino and half Irish and she is quite the stunner with a luscious smile sporting perfectly straight white teeth, a well rounded apple bottom bosom, and beautiful perky tits and even thicker luscious nipples. Thats my perfect wife. She dresses very classy too. She never dresses like a skank. She wears long skirts and flat shoes and gowns that hide her beautiful hour glass figure. This was...
The next morning Vanessa opened her eyes, she hoped that it was Shorty that is next to her. She suddenly felt an itching sensation inside her pussy. It felt like a million little micro nerves tingling around the inside of her pussy creating a ticklish sensation. She tried to brush it off and forced herself out of her bed, still feeling a bit sluggish and hit the shower. Brian has prepped Kelly to school. That's the good thing about Brian, he doesn't mind to do share the load, sometimes even...