Something About Danny
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I've been thinking about a new series for a while. This new series will be a series of one offs focused on teens being exploited by adults whom they should have been able to trust. This will be the first installment, so let me know if I should continue with this project.Jenny O'Brian watched as her teenage son Danny scrambled to recheck his backpack for the third time, and for the third time he found that everything that he needed for the week ahead was packed inside. It made her smile to see...
Danny is my lad. He came to me after he had already been used as a cum-dump by a friend of his family. He is a mixed up lad, with no idea about things. I use him for my own needs and he thinks that I fill his.The first time I had him round my house I gave him booze, showed him porn, and then took him upstairs to fuck. Danny had no idea what to do. He just lay there while I fucked his tight bum-hole. I was annoyed at his lack of ideas and spanked him afterwards. It turned out that his previous...
NOTE: The tags cannot convey emphasis, so let me highlight the themes of extreme, violent rape and humiliation. While the other tags are accurate, this is primarily a story about brutal, remorseless, unrelenting rape and abuse. New readers are directed to "Mandy and Daddy" for some insight into Mandy's typical home life. Mandy and Danny It was Wednesday, and on Wednesdays Mandy's daddy worked late. She said goodbye to her best friend, Jenna, and began walking home, thinking...
A Deal With DannybyMikelh©I came back to life thanks to my son. It was quite inadvertent and I didn't even know I was dead. I was a thirty seven year old widow who hadn't had sex in four years; I had even stopped masturbating. I was a mess.When I was younger, I was always involved with the boys. My 'attractors', as in the song, stood 'way up firm and high'. My makeup was always perfect and my tight skirts left little to the imagination. After marrying too young, my husband's heart betrayed us...
me to Beth ' Danny's sister, him to Sophie,we all agreed it was awesome, so everyday after school we would go straight to my house and fuck till my dad came home which was late, I was blessed early with a 7 inch cock, but Danny's, fuck his was about 10 inches n fat, watching it slide in n out of Sophie turned me on to fuck, Sophie had to leave for 2 hours, around 6 ö clock for her tea, The first few times me n Beth stopped fucking till she came back cause it wasn't really fair on...
THE FIRST TIME Mom made Danny come in her hand I was so jealous. He’s my Danny. I get to make him come. I’d been his first, that time we wrestled, I know that. The first time he came with a girl or anyone else, for sure. Despite our adventures with Ruth and David so far this summer, in the family I’m the one who makes him come. When I saw Mom hold him and he spurted hot and hard and creamy onto her my breath caught and my heart started beating fast and I couldn’t breathe. Mom was Mom, not...
Susan had received a phone call, but Danny kept his distance, as hesuspected it was probably Charles, checking up on his Asian lover. Thehushed tones of the conversation told him they were probably up tosomething, and a smile came to Danny's face.Having never been jealous of their carrying on, the only thing Dannyalways asked for was that he was allowed to be around when they wereplaying like young lovers. It was so exciting for Danny to be able towatch his Chinese wife with her legs up on...
Synopsis: My name is Janet. I met Danny when I was almost twenty. Danny By Janet Baker Danny was the first love of my life. I was nineteen at the time, Danny was younger but that was all right, he made up for our age difference by his unlimited enthusiasm and his devotion to me. I lived on a farm. Danny came to live with us. He was an orphan, his father unknown, his mother killed in an auto accident. Danny was...
Keywords: Sex appliances Synopsis: My name is Janet. I met Danny when I was almost twenty. Danny By Janet BakerDanny was the first love of my life. I was nineteen at the time, Danny was younger but that was all right, he made up for our age difference by his unlimited enthusiasm and his devotion to me. I lived on a farm. Danny came to live with us. He was an orphan, his father unknown, his mother killed in an auto accident. Danny was bereft,...
“Ready? Is your phone on the table? Got clothes for a couple of days in the mountains?” I asked Danny eagerly in the fake light of the light bulb in the predawn hour. I was stood by the front door, my Bergen on my back, full of all the supplies Danny and I would need for a long weekend in the mountains. I had more than enough food and emergency supplies for my trip with Danny. “Leave my phone? What if we get in trouble and need to call for help? What if Jolene needs us?” Danny asked watching my...
Gay MaleI’ve been trying to arrange a hookup with this really hot guy named Danny for a few months now, but our schedules have never synced well enough to organise meeting up. I met Danny at a club a while back, and while we had a bit of fun, we didn’t get the chance to go as far as I would have liked! As we were texting, Danny mentioned that his band were playing in a club about a mile from where I live, so naturally the ideas started swirling around in my head.It turns out Danny couldn’t come after...
The day had wound down and come to an end. For Bree, the day had been filled with serving customers, listening to complaints from people far angrier about the quality of the food they received than they probably should have been, and busy alleys at the grocery store. Being able to come home and relax had given her some much-needed respite, and a good meal did much to lift her spirits. Afterward, she tied up her blonde hair and enjoyed a hot shower and some evening television in some choice...
Monster SexThis story is an homage to Matt Moreau. Well, kind of. None of the characters in this story are based on any of his. KingBandor kindly gave the story a read, and pointed out a few mistakes that I corrected. “Danny, this isn’t something that needs to affect us. Not in any real or meaningful way. It’s something completely outside of us.” You’re probably wondering why my bride of twelve years just made that statement to me just now. Thirty minutes earlier I had walked out of my office...
“You were awake!” She grabbed her pillow and hit me. I laugh and cover my face. “I didn’t want to Interrupt you.” “Did you at least enjoy it?” “Is that even a question?” She stars to blush and I pull her into me. She puts her nose on mine. “I love you, Lily.” “I love you, Danny.” “Do you want to cum?” “Can we try something?” “Of corse.” “Will you teach me to play with myself?” “Well I mean I’m not a girl but I will do my best.” She lays down by me and I sit between her legs. I grab...
I woke up to the most wonderful feeling that morning. I looked down at the blankets and saw a lump. I felt my sister’s lips wrap around my cock under the blanket. She was bobbing her head up and down letting her tongue explore. I held in moans so I could let her have her fun. I just laid back and enjoyed. She would stop to inspect it then move on to touching it again. She felt my balls then rubbed the head with her fingers. She put it in her mouth and just softly sucked it. It felt really good...
I decided to play with him just to do something and to make Danny feel less lonely in his room. He was thrilled, he always bugged me to hang around with him and now he was getting what he wanted. He ecstatically started showing me his various card games, toys and other various items. He kept his card games in his sock and underwear drawer and that is when it all started. As he rummaged around for his things I started wondering what Danny would look like if he was only wearing his underwear....
I have written about Danny twice before here. Yesterday we got to have a bate date while watching porn. As always, these are true stories that I like to share. We set this up about a week or so ago for me to go to Danny’s place and jerk off to porn together. We have similar tastes in porn and talked beforehand about which vids might be good to check out. It was also cool if other guys wanted to join us but turned out none did. Although he is an otter in his 40s, I call Danny a “boy,” because...
Danny Dugan was enthralled. And who in his position wouldn't be? What was happening to him now was so unbelievably erotic that it dwarfed any experience the newly minted college freshman had ever had. Mary Gray, the Mary of his wet dreams for years was kneeling on the edge of his bed. The silk nightie she was wearing was so filmy that he could see her breasts gently swaying through the fabric, see the perfection of the hard pink tips, even the hint of the brown triangle between her legs. She...
My has been seeing my girlfriend Danielle fuck my buddy Danny. I have had numerous talks with her and at one point she was all for it till she finally admitted she really didn't want to. There was one time at the bar where she even flirted with him to the point he got nervous and spilled his drink. She had asked him to dance and as she was grinding all up on him I was so turned on seeing how sexy she looked doing so. She texted me asking if I liked it as I asked her if she did and we both...
Cheating WifesSo I popped in a porn video that I stole from my dad’s room. It was these 2 sexy girls having sex with a strap on and talking dirty. They fucked in public places like a Wal-mart aisle and the bathroom of a McDonald’s. They were so kinky and that’s why this was my favorite porn video. I started taking my 9 inch cock out of my shorts and stoking it. I know that it was big or my age and I loved it. (It’s funny how I looked 16 when I was 13 and that’s probably how I got so many girls.) I got...
NICOLE So there I was, laying on my bed, naked, my face oozing sex. My upper body rested on my elbows, causing my 36D's to hang down toward my stomach. My feet were drawn in toward my body, toward my ass actually, ankles touching each other and my knees spread as wide as they could go without causing pain. Bright red finger nails highlighted the hands holding my pussy lips spread wide open, pink and shiny from my lubrication. My snatch had been bald since around my sixteenth birthday. Gary,...
It was the most embarrassing day of my life. I was walking down main street enjoying the sunshine. The birds were singing. The breeze was blowing. It was a beautiful spring day. As I approached the corner, I passed by a couple of beautiful girls. They smiled and said hello. As I turned the corner something just didn't seem right. The street was empty and quiet. Where was everybody? I approached a few bushes in front of a vacant field. That's when it happened. Soft female hands covered my eyes...
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Mira straightened the tight skirt across her beautifully rounded bottom. She flicked her hair, and walked into the electronics store. The young man was there. She bit her bottom lip, breathed out, and walked over. Was he smiling at her? Then she noticed that his gaze went passed her, to the younger, blonder, bustier woman that had entered the store behind her. The assistant, Rod, walked straight for the blonde, almost knocking Mira out of the way.Hands on hips, Mira scowled at the young couple...
Josephine stood, eyes closed, in the shimmering water of the lake. Her naked body glistening in the dying sunlight. She enjoyed the feel of the cool water on her skin, how it ran down her body, making her ample pubic hair curl in odd patterns around her luscious, pouting pussy lips. A twig snapped in the nearby forest, and Josephine’s eyes snapped open, her hands instinctively covering her ample breasts.The sun was almost setting, and she cursed to herself to be out so late in THESE woods. She...
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6:30 AM. The alarm buzzed. I slammed down the sleep button, with every intent of going back to sleep. Five minutes later, I had to go to the bathroom and got up to go. I turned on the light. I looked in the mirror. My wife looked back. I screamed. "What's wrong, Dan?" I heard myself say, from the bed. "Come here, Jessica," I heard my wife's voice say. "Come here. NOW!" I saw myself walk in. "What's wr....DAN! What's going on?" "How should I know? I woke up... and I'm...
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40 Something Mag! What makes a MILF? Beauty is obviously part of the equation. Everybody loves an older woman who’s taken care of herself, aging like a fine wine instead of getting all old and haggard. I think attitude is a major component of a truly fuckable MILF. The broads at 40SomethingMag, for example, all have this eager enthusiasm for dirty sex that gets my blood pumping as soon as I hit the landing page.40SomethingMag.com has been around for a good long time, pumping out cougar-fuck...
Premium Mature Porn SitesDanni shivered as she felt his hands slide up her sides caressing her skin lightly with his finger tips. She was nervous and wasn't sure this was what she wanted, but it felt so good she couldn't bring herself to stop him. His finger pushed her swim top up slightly and she felt his fingertips lightly drag across the bottom of her sensitive breasts. Her day had started as any other Saturday, other than the dark loom that hung over her since Michael had left months ago. They had been together...
As i lay on my bed looking out of the window i counted down the minutes until you arrived. I had the day planned and after being apart in such a long time i had decided to make the most of the short time together. I wanted to take the pure chance that i was about to be given. Loud noises of passing cars flew past the window and i was surprised t notice how unbeliveable hot i had become. i Jumped in to the shower glancing at the time to make sure i didnt miss your arrival. As the water bounced...
Hiya I have never really considered myself as one of those people that is happy enough to lay back and ‘think of england’ during coital relations. On the contrary, I also try not to put the blame of an ‘average sexual encounter’ on just one side. It is an experience to be shared on both sides, each person should do what they can to both enhance the others pleasure and also to make it obvious that they themselves are actually ‘enjoying’ something. It shouldn’t be a guessing game, with all the...
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I topped off my diesel before leaving the hotel. I didn’t want to be stranded short of Cameron Corner. [Before I go further, I ought to remark that there are five places where there are surveyed right-angle state border intersections. Cameron Corner, surveyed by John Cameron (NSW) and George Watson (Queensland) in 1879, where the east-west border hits South Australia; Haddon Corner, where South Australia ends in the Channel Country; Poeppel Corner, where South Australia, Queensland and the...
The next day I had breakfast at 6 with several hands and then read in the morning sun for a few hours. Then, in mid-morning, I asked the “girl” about laundry. “You gibbit me, I do good job.” “That’s not necessary. I can do it.” “Not job for nungungi.” “I’m not nungungi.” “Nungungi dad’s nungungi.” I had clearly lost the argument. I appealed to my hostess. “Not a chance,” she said. “Better give in graciously.” So I did. Underwear, shirts, pants, socks. It was a decent-sized...
We had some tea and a few quandong. The dried nut tasted like a rather tart apricot. We were too far west for bunya or macadamia. Joshua told me that they had had little rain, but that the waterhole seemed happy. I told him of my trip, especially the part from Cameron Corner to Epsilon Station, to Innamincka and my disappointment, and to here. A woman offered a bark dish of witchetty grubs and I took one. I expressed surprise at finding them, but Joshua said the women were good at finding...
Before noon the next day, Cook told me there would be visitors today. About an hour later, there was a good deal of noise and two ATVs popped over the bank of the waterhole and “parked” near the humpies. There was a crowd around them in a moment, so I hung back. Then one of the riders called out “Mornin’, Gordy!” and I realized these were two of the hands from Epsilon Station. “G’day. I thought you told me it was a three-day-walk!” “It is ... if you walk. Graham let us borrow ATVs from time...
I called Patrick after dinner. After telling him about my trip, I told him that I’d visited CACH and met Wilgar. “I’ve heard of him. He’s an elder.” “So he said.” “You’re aware of the CACH’s role?” “No, but you’re going to tell me.” “OK. Back in 1999 the Queensland Department of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Policy and Development reported that Cunnamulla’s indigenous community suffered from a high level of domestic violence stemming from an over reliance by the police and the...
I made good time in the morning, but Narrabri was nothing like what I recalled. Thirty years had totally altered the town. There were many new buildings and there was an atmosphere that I didn’t recall sensing. When I registered at the Crossroads Hotel, I realized that the park, the CSIRO and the agricultural wealth had totally altered the ambience of what had been a small town. A pamphlet proclaimed Narrabi “the second richest agricultural shire in Australia.” A glance at the women drinking...
I took my time in the morning, as I intended to stop at Apsley Falls, and that meant waiting till the sun was over the mountains. It took just about an hour to get to the turnoff, a bit east of Walcha. Apsley Falls are the first falls in a succession of dramatic drops in an area that has some of the most remarkable scenery in Eastern Australia. The first drop of the falls is about 65 metres in depth, and the second, which is about 800 metres further on, plummets 58 metres metres to the...
The Hastings River starts high on the Great Dividing Range running east down through the picturesque Hastings Valley, through unique river towns such as Mount Seaview, Ellenborough and Wauchope before entering the Pacific Ocean at Port Macquarie. Fishing is popular particularly from October through to June each year with peaks during Christmas and Easter. The river has a wide range of fishing opportunities from freshwater bass and catfish in the upper reaches to estuarine species such as...
I felt much better as I walked back to Settlers Inn. Much better. I though of just where I was. Northern coast of New South Wales. I had old friends nearby. Well, only a few hours away. I got my phone book and sat down. There they were: Evans. South Grafton. And a phone number. I tried to call. Busy! What nerve! I’d shower, dress and try again before going out for a drink. But first I looked at the directory beside the phone in my room. There was a LandRover dealer here in Port Macquarie! My...
“By the way, what was the flooding like three years ago?” I asked Evans. “A lot of rain. The upstream tributaries in the Range really got hit. And that meant there was really a lot of water in the Clarence. They talked about the Great Flood – well, we nearly beat the record. But our house is over eight metres above high water, so we weren’t in danger.” At nearby Lilydale, the Clarence River peaked at 20.94 metres at midnight on Monday, 28 January 2013. That was close to the 1954 flood...
The next morning we were up and breakfasting well before eight. “It’ll take us two hours to get near the islands and the sugar cane farms,” Evans explained. “There are a few areas I like to fish, about five kilometres up from the mouth. You can look at a chart when we’re on board Rainbow. It looks like a decent day for bream or flathead. We’ll keep some for dinner and release the others.” I’d phoned Patrick when we got back to South Grafton. He’d be happy to help Olwen in any way he could....
After dinner I called Patrick and spoke to Rachel about invading her parents. With her encouragement, I called Chaz in Canberra. He was quite enthusiastic about a visit and wanted to know when I’d arrive. “It’s Monday. I won’t leave before Wednesday. I thought I’d cross the Dividing Range, look at the MacIntyre in Inverell and stop in Moree. Then through Narrabin to Dubbo and from there to Canberra. But I want to stop in Cowra. I was there when I was a grad student, but the woman I was with...
I was already feeling hungry when I passed through Narrabri, but I kept on till I got to Pilliga National Park. I stopped at the posting of the Park Service to see where the archaeological remains were. I lost both my appetite for food and for archaeology when I read: Deep in the vast Pilliga Forest lies exquisite Dandry Gorge and the magnificent Sculptures in the Scrub. This once secret location of the Aboriginal Gamilaroi People is now an extraordinary place for all to share. Visit the...
I walked to the front door and knocked. Michiko opened the door – petit, wearing a blouse and dark slacks, smiling. “You’re here!” “Obviously.” “Welcome to our home.” I gave her a hug. “You seem well.” “I’m OK. It’s been difficult. But the past week or so have seen improvement.” “Charles will be home in about an hour. Perhaps less, as it’s Friday and as he knew you would be arriving. Let me show you to your room.” “Should I get my stuff?” “No. Charles will want to help. It will make...
I looked at my notes. They were neither orderly nor compact. But they were terse and they represented, in some way, my thoughts. return to work find a place to live (do P&R want the house?) make friend[s?]? retire in eighteen months do something else (entomology; school; write;?) other? It didn’t look like much. Six points. The first and fourth were straightforward. The second was tough. Or was it? Did I want to relocate for two years or five or... ? If I were to retire, what sense...
I registered, thanked Cook and went for a walk across the bridge to the more fashionable side of Batemans Bay. I was relatively unimpressed. The cafes and windows looked like those near the Opera House, but Cook had been right: there were certainly more seniors than I’d have expected. I was too young to be retired. Or at least I thought so. I thought of having a drink prior to walking back, but picked the wrong venue. I wearing neither jacket nor tie. I shrugged to myself and walked back to...
I registered, thanked Cook and went for a walk across the bridge to the more fashionable side of Batemans Bay. I walked back to the hotel, went to my room and took a long shower. I got dressed and went down for lunch on the terrace. I had a salad and a beer and went back to my room. I must have slept as it was 15:00 only a minute or two later. I washed my face and went back to the terrace. I took volume II of Sturt’s Narrative with me. I was well into 1846 when a voice asked “How was the...