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It was a relatively quiet night at the Barone house. The twins were staying across the street with their grandparents, and their daughter was on a sleepover at a friends house across town. Ray and Deborah had invited Robert and Amy over for dinner, where she was glad to play hostess without her mother-in-law critiquing every move.As Deborah was serving up some chocolate cake for dessert, the guys were reminiscing about some of their old days back in high school. They brought up a couple of...
Deborah left the family home to live with her elder sister Hannah, as Hannah had just given birth to her first c***d Tommy, with her husband Stuart. ‘Come live with us’, suggested Hannah; ‘and you could help me around the house and with the baby, and best of all its living rent free’. It sounded like a great offer and idea, Deborah thought; with wanting to move out of the family home she grew up in for the past 24 years. It will give her parents their well-earned space, and enable her to spread...
Introduction: Dark Fanttasy Deborah by TxEric Deborah could hardly remember when she did not lead the life had today. She greeted guests to the mansion wearing only a black thong and high heels. Her job was to serve them in every way they may request. When she was a young high school girl she had fallen in love with a boy in school. He took advantage of her affection and made her perform every sex act he could think up or had read about. She remembered how she found herself on her knees...
Deborah could hardly remember when she did not lead the life had today. She greeted guests to the mansion wearing only a black thong and high heels. Her job was to serve them in every way they may request. When she was a young high school girl she had fallen in love with a boy in school. He took advantage of her affection and made her perform every sex act he could think up or had read about. She remembered how she found herself on her knees sucking his cock until he exploded down her throat....
Deborah rested in his arms without saying a thing for a long time. Finally she turned her face up to him. "Yes, darling, I am home: not just in our house or your arms but in your love." She paused and took a deep breath. "Yes, I loved Jeremy but as I've thought about it I was always slightly afraid of him. I'm not afraid of you. I feel so safe with you. I am yours totally and irrevocably to do with as you will but I know you will do nothing without my agreement and that you will always...
When they'd managed to pull themselves together again Richard suggested that they have a shower and change into some more casual clothes. Deborah thought that an excellent idea. "You can wash my back for me," she said. "The thought had crossed my mind," he said carelessly. "Men!" she exclaimed. "They have to think of sex every six seconds." "I think about it every second when I'm with you." "Me too," she admitted, giving him a demure look through her eyelashes. He took her...
Wednesday, the day of the barbecue, dawned fresh and clear which caused Richard to observe wryly that Mother Nature had slipped up. There was not a huge amount of preparatory work to be done as Richard had arranged for Jim to bring a team from the pub to run the barbeque itself and the bar. Sharon, with Louise in tow arrived on the dot of nine. "Sharon!" exclaimed Deborah. "I didn't expect to see you yet." "Honorary Hoddinot," announced Sharon, her eyes gleaming with laughter,...
When they had both finished and were sipping their coffee Richard said, "I think we owe Sharon a phone call, don't you?" "Gosh, yes!" Richard dialled her number. "'Ullo?" "Sharon, my love!" "Richard!" she shrieked. "We both wanted to thank you for setting up the bedroom so romantically." "Aw! It was nothing." "Yes, it was. It was very special and very loving of you and Deborah thinks so too. Don't you, darling?" as he handed the phone to her. "Sharon, you are a...
It was Annette who met him at the door with a deep curtsey. "Enter, our lord and master," she said and was overcome with giggles. "I'm sorry I haven't got any hands to raise you. They're both full. Where did you learn to do that?" "Ballet training." "Brilliant! Is there anything you can't do?" "Not much," she replied and screamed with laughter. Richard dropped his bag in the hall and handed her a video. "The condor at last," he said. "Ooh great! Thanks! You didn't...
Richard woke with a start in the middle of the night. He had not done anything about their honeymoon. They would need to discuss it the following afternoon. Breakfast was too much of a rush. They did just that. Deborah said she only wanted a week. "We can always have another one a week later, can't we?" She did not want to go anywhere hot. She did not want to do the tourist traps. All she wanted was to spend twenty four hours a day with Richard, walking a little, eating a little and...
There were supposed to be forty-eight hours between the barbecue and the wedding. To Richard and Deborah it felt more like six. Their love-making on Wednesday night was slow and gentle and then, after dinner on Thursday, Deborah took Annette and went back to the Old Post Office. She had her superstitions and her customs. Everything was organised though. Sue cooked up an enormous breakfast and made sure that Richard ate it. Richard, whose stomach was in knots with nerves, paled. "I can't...
Annette looked at Deborah covertly the next morning. Her mother appeared happy and well rested. There was also a slight look of smug contentedness. "Oh well," thought Annette. "She can't have been hurt but it was odd she should scream." Deborah noted Annette eying her and suddenly realised what was up. She and Richard had completely forgotten about Annette and had made a lot of noise last night. She turned back to the cooker to hide the blush and the grin on her face. Richard breezed...
Sharon arrived with her usual precision on the dot of nine o'clock and brimming with energy. She flung her arms round Richard's neck and kissed him hard, a first. Richard staggered back, thunderstruck. Sharon shrieked with laughter. "That shook you didn't it?" Further chuckles. "But you told me you love me and I love you so you get a kiss." Richard looked at her in amazement then his whole person relaxed and he pulled her back into his arms. "Sharon, my love, you are so right and...
They got to the pub at about quarter to eight and fought their way through the crowd to the bar. Richard knew many of the people there and they made way for him without him having to ask. They eyed Deborah with interest and she and Richard were both aware of the curiosity about them coming in together. "Hello, Sally!" Richard greeted the barmaid. "Hi, Richard! How are you?" "Fine thanks, my dear! I haven't seen you riding lately." "No, she's gone lame, torn a tendon right...
Even though he was bursting to tell Deborah what had gone on he realised that she had no clue as to the full situation so he would have to let it develop. He would not see her until Saturday anyway and with Annette there he would have to watch his step. He arrived early again. Only two or three minutes but Tilly did nothing to alleviate the situation. Deborah was early too, arriving within half a minute. Richard was pretending to be sorting out his shoelace. "Hello!" he said looking up in...
"I like him, Mum," said Annette as she and Deborah drove away. "Yes, he's nice, isn't he?" answered Deborah carelessly. "He knows a lot about nature. All that stuff about blackthorn and hawthorn. And the buzzards! I do hope he'll remember about the video on condors." "I'm sure he will." "He's so good with the dogs too." "What do you mean?" "Well, he doesn't keep calling them like some people and allows them to have fun." "True, but then he loses them too." "Like...
Over lunch Richard suggested that Sharon might like to walk the dogs with them and then that they would all go and pick up the girls. This would allow everyone to meet. Deborah and Sharon both thought that a great idea and they all duly walked the dogs. Richard was teased throughout but it was gentle and loving and there was lots of laughter. The dogs behaved and they were able to leave for the school on time. For Annette the meeting was normal but Louise was completely disconcerted to see...
Richard did not know what hit him that night. He and Deborah had undressed, done their thing in the bathroom and then climbed into bed. He did not even have time to turn off the bedside light before Deborah pushed him roughly on his back and jumped on top of him. "I love you," she growled, "and I've been foul to you. Now I'm going to show you my love." She clamped her mouth to his and her tongue drove between his lips, probing and licking everywhere it could reach. She seized his...
Deborah and Richard sat down at opposite ends of the sofa with their drinks. Deborah tucked her knees up but pulled her skirt down over them. "Sorry!" they both started together and then got complete giggles. "You start," they both said simultaneously and burst into laughter again. "God!" Deborah finally got out. "Just as well Annette left us. We're worse than a couple of teenagers." Richard wiped his eyes with his knuckles and chuckled again. Then he held up his hand like a...
By this stage there were sounds of bedlam coming from the kitchen. Richard opened the door and the dogs burst out. Teal's tail was going so fast that her entire body snaked towards him. He gently caught her head but she pushed through between his legs. He tightened them gently below her shoulders and roughly stroked her back. She pushed on through as he patted her hindquarters. She moved on to Deborah. Tilly was hard behind Teal and he bent down to cup her neck. She climbed up him and licked...
The honeymoon was over in a flash. They were blessed with fine weather and could walk or go sightseeing as they wished. It was a time for talking and laughing and loving. The more time they spent together the deeper grew their love and the intertwining of their minds. They arrived home mid-afternoon to find a note from Sharon on the kitchen table. 'There's cold pie and salad in the fridge. Enough for three, ' it read. 'Hope you had a lovely time. See you Wed. Lots of love....
"Richard! Richard! Daddy was on the touchline and he came up to me as we ran off. What do I do?" "Where are you, Tig?" he asked trying to keep his voice normal. "In the pavilion by the hockey pitch." "Is Louise there?" "Yes." "Good! What about Miss Thompson, your coach?" "She's here too." "OK, sweetheart. Tell her what happened. She knows that your father isn't allowed anywhere near you. I want the three of you to stay in the changing room until I ring you back in the...
"I need a drink first," said Deborah rootling in the fridge. "You too?" "Yes, please." Deborah poured two glasses of orange juice and sat down at the kitchen table. "We're going to have a very simple wedding: registry office, lunch here for the family followed by a blessing in the village church. No reception as such but we're going to have a lunchtime barbecue for friends and locals here the Wednesday before." "When is the wedding though?" asked Sharon. "I haven't seen you...
Deborah and Gabriela arrived home around half past two. Gabriela was shown to her room and was ecstatic about the view and the flowers. "Did you arrange the flowers?" she asked Richard. "Well, I picked them and then just stuffed them in a vase and spread them about a bit." "Amazing!" They walked the dogs together. Richard asked Gabriela why Geoffrey had landed her with looking after Deborah. "Well," she said, "I really am doing an external course in radiology at UCLH. My father...
Thursday brought Sharon and she arrived with a rush. No-one would have thought that she had gone through a severe emotional experience only forty-eight hours beforehand. "I've started me research and I've got some results," she announced proudly. "Go on then." "Well, Louise knows Annette and likes her. They're not mates or anything but they're both in the same Hockey team. She's little, like her mum, and has the same blue eyes. She's very shy and Louise wonders why her mum...
Richard spent a wretched weekend. He was frustrated at not being able to talk intimately to Deborah while they had walked. On the other hand he was delighted that his initial meeting with Annette had gone so well. Then, off on another tack, just how true was Sharon's prophecy? After all, one took all gypsy fairground predictions with a handful of salt. He ached to ring Deborah up but could not think of an excuse that would not make him look over-keen. "Actually, there were one or two quite...
They walked home with his arm round her shoulders and hers round his waist. The scent of the last of the hawthorn hung heavily in the air. Somewhere a barn owl was calling. Otherwise there was silence. Even the dual carriageway to the West was silent. So were they. Richard was rejoicing quietly that the Jays had accepted the story he had told them although he suspected that Jenny might well have clicked on the full truth of his relationship with Sharon but he also knew she would never hold...
She answered the door almost immediately and took the terrier from Richard. Holding it at arms length she scolded it in the most loving tone of voice before kissing it on the nose and sending it off into the house. "Thank you so much," she said. "Did you have to wait long?" "No problem," he replied. "About twenty minutes. They both came back together. Strength in numbers probably." She grinned. "Little monkeys. How are we going to stop them running off together again...
Richard overheard and moved swiftly from his study into the hall. "Hello, Deborah!" he said and turning quickly to Sharon, "This is Deborah Cooper, Sharon. She's a fellow dog walker who also inveigled me into clearing up after the fly tippers with her. Deborah, this is Sharon Miller who has cleaned our house for us for years. She is also the particular friend I mentioned who has helped me so much after Rachel's death." Sharon turned her head sharply towards him, her eyes filling with...
Richard slept a little too, cradling a woman he loved. He woke when Sharon stirred, tightened his hold on her and kissed her forehead and then her eyes. "Hello, my sweet Sharon," he whispered. She pressed her length against him. "Hello, my darling Richard!" "I'm at a loss for words. When I told you about Deborah, particularly after you'd met her unexpectedly, I thought you'd go pear-shaped." "I nearly did and then you did it again." "Did what?" "You told her that I was a...
Richard played golf on Wednesday morning which was a good thing as it kept him occupied. He played reasonably well, which came as a slight surprise to him considering his distraction, and he enjoyed his opponent's company. They had known each other a long time. That did not stop him being at the tree on time. Deborah had beaten him to it. He glanced round. No one else was in sight. "You beat me to it," he said gathering her in his arms. "Hello, my darling!" "At last!" she said into...
Looking back on that afternoon Richard always wondered how he had survived. The anticipation was almost unbearable. He managed to get himself some lunch and then to walk the dogs but his mind was totally focussed on the evening: his first proper date with Deborah. Was the place clean and tidy enough for her? Of course it was. Sharon had just finished spring-cleaning the place. What if Deborah forgot her toothbrush? He rootled around but failed to find a spare. He recalled someone once saying...
Richard woke at half past eight the next morning which was late for him. They had changed position during the night and she was now spooned up against him, her bottom against his morning erection and his right hand cradling her left breast. Richard lay there happily for some minutes but then heard the dogs banging about and realised too that he needed badly to pee. He eased himself carefully from the bed without waking Deborah and crept to the bathroom where, having relieved himself, he had...
Deborah did a lot of thinking although, as she would later admit to herself, it was not entirely reasoned. She was still furious. She was also scared. Tig was still within reach of that vile man. Anger was the dominant emotion though. Richard had acted on his own and made decisions regarding her daughter's safety without involving her. He had acted on things her sister had said. Things which Liz had no right to say. She had stressed to Richard that they discuss matters that worried them and...
The following day Jeremy eased his car into a convenient spot again. The parents and their cars began to gather but he had no problem. He could still see the school gate and the collection of those who were not walking or bussing home. He felt twinges of lust at a number of the girls who came out but he remained concentrated on his target. A white Volvo backed into the space in front of him. It took some time as the space was small but the driver, a middle-aged woman as far as Jeremy could...
Paul Raymond is a famous dude. How many other human beings can you think of who have their own Wikipedia entry, a writeup on ThePornDude, and their own webpage sharing the same name? Jules Jordan and Rocco Siffredi come to mind, though Raymond’s arguably in a different class than those two. Jordan and Siffredi are widely known both for starring in and creating pornography, though our guy Raymond worked strictly on the publishing side. He’s also long dead, so you wouldn’t want to see him...
Premium Vintage Porn SitesAround the start of March I bumped into an ex girlfriend called Deborah, I used to go out with her about 1990/91 I was 26 and she was 19. sexual wise she was very inexperienced and would just lie there while I was pumping away, after a while we broke up and I had never seen her until march, well we got talking and I found out she was still single, staying with her mum who was now widowed, so we agreed to go out and after a couples of weeks we ended up shagging again and she was not any better...
They duly met on the track by the borrow pit the next afternoon. Richard had already stopped briefly and loaded the piece of car that Deborah had left beside the track the day before. "Hello!" he said. "I've picked up the bit of car. I suggest we put Tilly in with your dog and let Teal ramble. That means we won't have to keep opening and closing the tailgate and exciting the dogs not to mention controlling them. By the way, what's your dog's name?" "That sounds a good plan," she...
Richard leant against the inside of the front door and exhaled with a whoosh. He had expected Sharon to make a scene. Instead, while obviously knocked sideways, she had acted with dignity and grace. That she had still wanted to go to bed with him was a measure of her love for him. Richard had spoken truly when he had told her it was too soon for him to have fallen in love with Deborah and it might well be that, when she told him more about her divorce or daughter, he might be put off. He...
Once they got home Richard made a quick adjustment to his trousers and then got Deborah's case from the back seat and opened the front door. He shut the door and dropped the case as Deborah turned and fell into his arms. He crushed her to him and then quickly released her in case he had hurt her. She reached up, wrapping her arms round his neck and kissed him. It started with warm, soft lips then her tongue darted out pressing against his lips. He opened them and it snaked into his mouth....
Richard began to slip out of her. He tried to pull away. Her arms tightened again. "You're going to leak in a moment, my darling," he whispered. "So?" "You'll be uncomfortable lying in a wet patch." "I'm comfortable lying in your arms." "I know. And I'm happy holding you but..." "Oh, go on then." Richard prised himself away from her and collected a warm damp flannel from the bathroom. He rolled Deborah on her back, gently parted her legs and softly sponged her pussy....
A very happy Richard drove home. He fed the dogs, made himself a cup of tea and picked up the paper. That was habit. He left it unopened as his mind ranged over the last two days: full days and blissfully happy days. He relived the scene in the jewellers, Deborah's hesitant choice of ring and his immediate agreement. Her happiness. Her dealing with the pompous maître d'hôtel. Her happiness. Their teasing and tickling on the way home. Her happiness. The enthusiasm of his sons and their...
Two men arrived early next morning to re-point the chimneystack. Richard noticed that one was always on the ground. He took them a mug of coffee each mid-morning, ascertained that they had both been in the Army and asked of them whether they had both been in the Royal Engineers. "No," replied Ron, the one who worked aloft, with a grin. "I was but this thick ape was a bloody infantryman." "Cheeky bugger," responded Sid equably. Nothing untoward happened that week. Sharon arrived on...
For the last few saturday's I have been fucking Deborah's mother Jane while Deborah is at work. Last friday night I had been talking to Deborah and she had been complaining about a sore head and a general "unwell" feeling which I thought nothing of it, on saturday morning she went to work as usual and I as usual went down to fuck Jane, Jane was ready and waiting for me and when she opened her front door she surprised me by wearing nothing but sussies, now this got me hard and we were soon...
DEBORAH COMES OVER, by Barticlees I knew she was hurting. Hell, I was hurting too, but there was no way I was ever going to get back with that bitch. We were getting a divorce. It was in the works and she called occassionally. She would be crying and bitching at me for something or other but I knew she was hurting. I shouldn't have married...
They were both tongue-tied again, conscious suddenly of the extent of their love. Both were mature and had experienced great grief from their former love lives and yet here they were, head over heels in love again: revelling in each other's minds, characters and personalities. They were passionately in love too, both desiring the physical relationship that was to come but neither quite ready to consummate it yet. "Coffee?" she asked finally. Richard shook his head. "No thanks!" he...
Richard woke to find himself lying on his front. Deborah was straddling him and exploring his back with feather-light touches. She played with the hair at the nape of his neck. She traced the curve of his collarbone across his shoulders. She ran her fingers along the edges of his shoulder blades. He felt her nipples brush against him as she leant forward to softly lick and kiss the back of his neck and then sniff his armpits. A hand traced his spine and then both hands gently stroked the...
Deborah shook her head in despair when the instructor in her photography class gave her the assignment to do a series of nude shots. She had been taking the class for the past several months in hopes of getting a nice hobby that would get her mind off of the Barone family, which was driving her crazy. Especially Raymond. But she wrapped her mind around which she could get to do some nude shots. No one came to mind. Later that day as she was cleaning the house and she spied on Allie, her...
Richard was approaching the tree five minutes before three. He was determined not to arrive early and to keep up the charade of them meeting by chance. Fortunately, Tilly decided at that moment to disappear onto the old, disused railway line. He was able to call her knowing she would be at least ten minutes about her business. For once he was grateful. He hung about for four and a half minutes before walking on the seventy-five yards to the tree. No Deborah! No Tilly either so that was all...
Sharon tiptoed to the sitting room door. Richard was standing with his hands in his pockets gazing out of the window. Sharon wondered what was going through his mind. If she knew her Richard, it would not just be joy and love. He was too complex for that. He would be getting in a stew about proposing marriage, worrying about what Annette's reaction might be, the engagement ring, the round of the parents and why Deborah had left so quickly even though he now remembered that she was due to...
Richard did his duty by his dogs and then fretted about when he could ring Deborah. She'd collect Annette about seven and be home about twenty minutes later. He wondered how long their 'talk' would take: two minutes or two hours? He paced the house distractedly, his mind whirling. He was not used to feeling so out of control. The dogs caught his mood and were restless, getting under his feet, which added to his frustration and pent up emotions. At eight he could bear it no longer and...
Deborah got back from work at about half past one. They had a snack lunch and were off to see Neil by two. Neil must have been about six foot four in his stocking feet weighing in at about eighteen stone all of which was bone and muscle. Deborah felt as if she only came up to his waist. "How nice to meet you both," he said shaking Richard's hand and then kissing Rachel's, something that surprised her immensely. Neil chuckled. "I only do that for very, very beautiful ladies. You are a...
Wednesday morning and Sharon arrived. She flung her arms round Richard's neck. "Thank you both for ringing me on Saturday," she said. "It made my day." "And you had made our night, my love" Sharon grinned but refrained from asking what was clearly on her mind. Instead she said, "I can't wait to see the ring." "Deborah's going to get back as early as she can to show it to you. She also wants to ask you a favour." "What does she want me to do?" "Wait and see. It's a favour...
Richard decided to leave it to Sharon to say anything about Neil and went back to his study. It was not long before half past twelve and on the dot Sharon knocked on his door. "OK," she said without preamble. "What brings the owner of a taxi firm over to see you?" "How about cars for the wedding?" "Telephone." "And to collect the money I owed him from last Friday." "Post. Come on, Richard my love. Don't bullshit me. I wasn't born yesterday." Richard looked at her, his mind...
Tea, complete with tea cakes, was a success. They nattered away naturally like old friends and most of it but not all was inconsequential. Deborah discovered that he was a part-time head-hunter and he found out that she was a consultant radiologist. "How do you fit that in with looking after your daughter?" "I'm only part-time these days and generally do mornings. If there's a crisis I ask my sister to help out." "Is she the reason you moved here?" "Largely. We'd always been...
Neither of them had far to go but each of their minds was full. Richard's head was whirling. She had kissed him. Not a peck on the cheek but a proper kiss on the lips. It hadn't been a peck on those either but a proper, intimate kiss. The fact that she had moved away before he had had time to react didn't matter at all. She liked him, really liked him. As for his feelings for her, the afternoon and evening had made her very, very much more attractive. Her eyes and mischievous sense of...
Richard duly rang the theatre and got two decent seats for the following Thursday. His client arrived and was happy to walk the dogs while they discussed business. Richard was pleased to be able to tell him that he reckoned he had someone in mind who would suit him down to the ground but that he would like to look at two or three others and then his client could shortlist them. His client declined to stay the night suggesting that when Richard had compiled the shortlist he might come down and...
Sharon arrived the following morning, her usual cheerful and ebullient self. She gave Richard a warm hug and kissed him. "So!" she said. "How did it go? Did Annette say OK?" "Yes!" "Go on." "Well, um, we're now engaged." "Brilliant! And all three of you are happy with that?" "Of course we are! The trouble is Annette wants us married yesterday." Sharon chuckled and then, sobering up, she asked, "How's it going with her?" "OK, I think. She had gone all shy again when...