Mortimer and Myrtle A Love Story
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First BGG! It will come as no shock to my readers that I love fucking pussy. It's one of the few things that I enjoy more than masturbating. I know you guys can't empathize, but the feeling of a tight pussy sliding up and down on your cock is incredible. There's nothing like it. I only wish you could experience the joy I feel every day, just once.Better Than Pussy?But hold on one god damn minute. Believe it or not, there is something I love even more than fucking pussy: fucking two pussies at...
Premium Gangbang Porn SitesWhen Father Mortimer checked into the hotel it was eight in the evening.The room was a basic no frills double with a small bathroom. He would never stay in such a hotel if he was attending one of his ecclesiastical conferences but for what he had planned it was just perfect.He got down on his knees and bent his balding aged head over a black gilt leaf Bible he had respectfully placed on the edge of the bed.“Blessed Lord Jesus forgive me for my sins,” he muttered and crossed himself three...
SpankingAfter the close call and excitement, in more ways than one, of that first night together, Sandy decided they better cool it a bit so Mom wouldn’t get suspicious. Mom also went back on day shift, 8am – 8pm, so bedtime was less private, but days were not such a problem. Randy tried to act normal around Mom and of course, around Sandy, but he did have some issues like being quieter and more protective. Mom just thought he was getting older and closer to starting into puberty, especially now...
My wife Karen and I have been married for 9 years, and have three k**s. Karen is a short 5'1; slim, has an attractive face, short brunette hair, and smallish tits with magnificent large, puffy nipples. She’s fairly reserved, especially about sex. It’s not that Karen doesn’t enjoy it, she does, she’s just not comfortable talking about it. She claims to have no sexual fantasies, and outside of breathing heavily, makes little sound while we’re having sex, which is maybe once or twice a month since...
Summertime: Chapter 1 By Tommie Summertime, and the living was easy. I had just graduated college and I was home for the summer. My parents were on vacation and I had the house to myself. I had settled into a relaxed routine. Up late, lazy breakfast, a little bit of work on the computer to keep my hand in for the programmer's job I was starting in the fall. Then, as often as not, a lazy afternoon reading in the back yard before soccer training in the evening. Soccer had paid my...
When did the first, unfortunate fork in the timeline take place? Each attempt to divert the timeline back onto its true, fateful path has resulted in failure. Time is growing short, and an altered fate nearer. Each manipulation has resulted in this fate's end time grower slightly nearer or farther, but no significant change has occurred. Given that recursion is the problem, perhaps it is also the solution. Perhaps. The two share a weakness -- each knows on some level what needs to...
THE AMAZING MR. MORTIMER My girlfriend Rachel and I had decided to take a two week vacation to PuertoRico. I had first come across the girl on the streets of San Juan. She cameup to me and begged me for some money. At first I was going to say no. ThenI noticed how beautiful this young girl was and I was intrigued. I startedto reach into my purse to get her something, and she smiled at me. She hada very beautiful smile. It was in fact an entrancing smile. I kept her close to me with small bribes...
October 17th, 1995, 7:30 AM PT, Metro Plaza Hotel, Los Angeles, CA Miriam had been tossing and turning all night; she spent time just sitting in the chair in the corner of the room to try and let Baruch sleep. She was so upset she was oblivious to the fact that Baruch couldn’t sleep either, which was not in her nature. She was usually fully aware of what was going on with her husband. They thought together almost telepathically, and yesterday had been one of the first times in decades when...
We went to the bedroom and the bed was ready with pillows for the fireworks, what our ANR love would bring to us. I was no longer an ANR virgin so I was confident. Olga said, "If you want I could give you oral sex first, because my breast isn't yet full of milk and you'll be able to build up your own fluid." I told her, "I like that idea." "I gave you pineapple for lunch so your sperm will be very tasty for me. It's like what happens to my breast milk when I eat chili." My cock...
Halloween for Life - Part 14 - Timeline 1 - First off, we want to apologize if anyone is offended, and most especially Whodibah, by the posting of this story. It is not our purpose to upset anyone. We just wanted to continue Whodibah's excellent story and bring it to what we hope will be a satisfying conclusion. Second, we are submitting these fan-fiction continuation chapters only because: A. Halloween for Life has been dormant for over 10...
Note: This is not your usual Lush story. It is an experimental play in a theater of the absurd style. There is no sex but it is an entertaining comment on marriage. I encourage you to indulge in something different. I think it will make you laugh and maybe cry. Scene: A formal living room. Mortimer is seated on a sofa in the center of the room when Myrtle enters and sits on the sofa next to him. She is wearing a blue floral dress and a pearl necklace, her gray hair is tied in a bun. Mortimer is...
Like Billy Pilgrim, John and Amy have become unstuck in time. Unlike Billy Pilgrim, theirs is a fate more akin to eternal recurrence. Fate, for sure, had intended more for them. The timeline was diverted and the two were paying the price: Amy for her stubborn obstinance; John for his arrogance. For her stubborn behavior, Amy was dealt a hand similar to that of Sisyphus. She was placed upon life's treadmill: forever struggling to make ends meet; forever struggling to find her way...
This is a female authoritarian sissy boy story, although with a (mostly) softer touch than many others. There is sugar and spice and everything sissy-nice! So, if lots of frilly outfits, swishy milk-sop behavior and a little kinky sex are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking anyway. It is also a purely fictional fantasy work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, places or events whether past or present. This chapter is rated X, as there is...
Eventually Joan Simpson stopped gesticulating with her hands and just pointed to a building through the trees that she wanted Hank and Lynn to take the car up to. Once the car was parked the proprietor of the Success Nudist Resort would catch up with them and give them all a proper tour of the facilities. This naked woman then disappeared back into the Admin Building leaving Hank and Lynn to climb back into the car and drive up to the building she had pointed out to them. Tom just sat there...
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= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age...
In this story, I'm not too worried about realism. My time stop mechanic is basically where the narrator can freeze/paralyze anyone and anything he wants. Everyone mostly just goes limp/unconscious. Gravity still works, bodies still react slightly. How can he do this? I didn't care, I just started writing. It makes no sense, I know. But let me know if you'd like more! ---------------------------- CHAPTER 6 The Final Chapter After I clean myself up in the restroom sink, I go relax for a...
As was his habit at lunchtime, Hal left the building and walked through the office park for exercise. It was a partly cloudy day, and for the moment it seemed overcast. On his way to a small path through the woods, he saw her. Sandy was an attractive redhead with a sensual voice who almost always wore a tailored blouse, a roomy ankle-length skirt, and one-inch pumps. Her wardrobe varied in color, patterns, and material, depending upon the season, but always the same ensemble. Hal watched as...
"Love you!" I called as I came through the door one Wednesday evening. My wife, Jeanette, came in from the kitchen. She had something in her hand as she hugged me. The welcome- home kiss was wet and warm, even though I couldn't really feel her shape through my rain coat. Jeanette handed me the letter from my dissertation adviser as soon as I'd shed that coat and my sports jacket. "You could have opened it," I told her. She shook her head 'no.' Her aversion to opening other people's...
JULY 2002, SUMMER CAMP Dawn, Adrienne, and I decided to skip this morning's hike. We were just too wiped out from the previous evening's post-dance orgy, me especially. And so it was that the two girls hung out in the main lounge at the lodge, chatting with each other while I reclined out on the deck, just resting my weary body. It was still quite cool in the morning, enough to require a sweater, so there wasn't anyone else outside with me. I enjoyed the solitude and the quiet sounds of...
As you recall from Chapter One, my husband and I had an intimate discussion about my obsession with writing erotic stories on LUSH after I informed him that I had recently published my ninety-ninth story on the site. I also asked for Jim’s help coming up with an idea for my one hundredth story. I wanted to do something special for this milestone. Jim got me to open up and describe for him my motivation for writing these stories. I told Jim how aroused I become recreating the tales of real-life...
Office SexFriday, July 25, 2008 (Continued) In our Peoria Road and hilltop homes, Julia had designed my bedrooms and studies to ensure that any visitors would know how important (Julia thought) I was. They were usually referred to as "Mark's bedroom" because it only took a single glance for anyone to tell that they were primarily the bedroom of a male, although the viewers' opinions would change when they were far enough into the bedrooms to see the contents of the en-suite or closet. It had...
Elizabeth Fleming told me some of this story in the years before she died, aged eighty, in 2010. The more graphic scenes are mine but the emotions and surrounding history are hers. She was my Great Aunt, great in so many ways for she was the third family member I ever revealed my sexuality to, the first two being my parents. I had known since girlhood that she shared a cottage in Hampshire with her friend, Portia, but had never known their relationship was more than sisterly. When I told her...
LesbianGary's Golf "Outing" Chapter 14 - Ladies' Favorite Activity I finished all of my work assignments and my home chores by Thursday. I had chatted with Kay a few times and was surprised when the phone rang on Thursday evening. "Hi Gabrielle, this is Kimberly. Are you all set for Saturday?" "Hi Kimberly, what's happening Saturday?" "Don't bull-shit me, you bastard. You know what's happening as well as I do and I'll bet you've been thinking about it all week." "I have...
CHAPTER ONE - The Marsden MansionDavid DeAngelo walked slowly into the elaborately-restored ballroom of the Marsden Mansion. Doctor Victor Marsden was very rich and more than a little eccentric– though some people would use the word kinky rather than eccentric. Rumors of his parties had swirled around the small town of Pattersonville for the sixty years he had owned Marsden Mansion, once called the Patterson Estate. The Pattersons founded a town around their mill in the late 1800's and named it...
BDSM= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age...
In this story, I'm not too worried about realism. My time stop mechanic is basically where the narrator can freeze/paralyze anyone and anything he wants. Everyone mostly just goes limp/unconscious. Gravity still works, bodies still react slightly. How can he do this? I didn't care, I just started writing. It makes no sense, I know. But let me know if you'd like more! ---------------------------- Chapter 1 This bitch sitting in front of me will not shut up. My wife's upset next to me in...
In this story, I'm not too worried about realism. My time stop mechanic is basically where the narrator can freeze/paralyze anyone and anything he wants. Everyone mostly just goes limp/unconscious. Gravity still works, bodies still react slightly. How can he do this? I didn't care, I just started writing. It makes no sense, I know. But let me know if you'd like more! --------------------------------- CHAPTER 2 I awake to the perfect silence again, the world still frozen around me. I had...
In this story, I'm not too worried about realism. My time stop mechanic is basically where the narrator can freeze/paralyze anyone and anything he wants. Everyone mostly just goes limp/unconscious. Gravity still works, bodies still react slightly. How can he do this? I didn't care, I just started writing. It makes no sense, I know. But let me know if you'd like more! --------------------------------- CHAPTER 3 A bit later, I still lay there admiring the mess next to me, she's sweaty...
In this story, I'm not too worried about realism. My time stop mechanic is basically where the narrator can freeze/paralyze anyone and anything he wants. Everyone mostly just goes limp/unconscious. Gravity still works, bodies still react slightly. How can he do this? I didn't care, I just started writing. It makes no sense, I know. But let me know if you'd like more! ---------------------------- CHAPTER 4 Again I wake, not knowing how long I was out, no indications of time passing in...
In this story, I'm not too worried about realism. My time stop mechanic is basically where the narrator can freeze/paralyze anyone and anything he wants. Everyone mostly just goes limp/unconscious. Gravity still works, bodies still react slightly. How can he do this? I didn't care, I just started writing. It makes no sense, I know. But let me know if you'd like more! ---------------------------- CHAPTER 5 After punishing the Bitch for what seems like hours, I'm completely worn out. In...
Officer Ray helped the girls load their bags and boxes into the trunk of Daddy's big black BMW. "There you are, Kathy," the officer smiled, "all done." He tipped his hat and patted his zipper. "I'll see you Monday night at six." "That'll be great!" Kathy hugged the friendly law enforcer. "And," she whispered in his ear, "tell Michael we can't wait to see him." "You bet," Ray winked, "it's always a pleasure to be of service." "Thanks, Ray." Daddy shook his old...
Kathy peeled her sheer stockings off her lanky long legs as Mommy steered the big white car into the parking lot. "Well, here we are," Mommy smiled bravely as she eyed the foreboding dark brick building in front of her. A brass sign next to the massive front door read "Trojan Home for Wayward Boys." "I wonder why they wanted us to meet them here?" Kathy asked tentatively as she tried to peer through the heavily barred windows. She thought -- but she wasn't sure -- that she saw a...
[Scene twenty-one, ‘A Love Timeless’, the wedding] “Do you, Mattson, take Corinne to be your lawful, wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad, for richer or poorer?” “I do.” His voice was firmer than he expected. “And do you, Corinne, take Mattson to be your lawful, wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and health, in good times and bad, for richer or poorer?” “I do.” Her voice wasn’t quite as strong, but it was still clear. “Then, it...
“Shocking news out of Sundance today: the indie project that two-time Academy Award-winner Corinne DeLoie directed and starred in, with her longtime friend Mattson Childers, contains a scene of explicit, unsimulated sexual activity...” “So, apparently Corinne DeLoie is a hypocrite, right? She didn’t want to take her clothes off for Conrad Brauer’s project, citing her no-nudity clause in her contract, but then she goes and has actual Mattson Childers on film in one of his projects? Someone...
She wanted to remember. The hookah was a beautiful piece. It stood at 4 ½ feet. Dark red… it always was her favorite color. This hookah was her personal prize. It only had one hose, one smoker. She pulled the airtight box from its hiding place and opened the lid. Once released, the heady aroma drifted, tickling her nose. The new batch of bud was a dark green, but the crystals were so thick it turned everything pastel. Breaking it apart just enough to smoke easy, she arranged the weed in...
Introduction: While a few details have been tweaked, this story is as close as I can remember it Prologue She wanted to remember. The hookah was a beautiful piece. It stood at 4 ½, feet. Dark red&hellip, it always was her favorite color. This hookah was her personal prize. It only had one hose, one smoker. She pulled the airtight box from its hiding place and opened the lid. Once released, the heady aroma drifted, tickling her nose. The new batch of bud was a dark green, but the...
Avalon Young – January 2034 “I hear you’re making friends with my daughter,” Dr. Wilson said as he wielded over the 4D ultrasound to the bed. “Yes, Heaven’s great,” I said as I sat on the hospital bed, both my parents with me. They were on the other side of the bed from my OB/GYN. Mommy held my hand, a bright smile on her face framed by her red hair. “She’s hoping to get bred by her brother. They practice a lot during lunch.” Dr. Wilson, a man my mommy’s age with light brown hair and blue...
I never FaceTime. I'm not a adolescent girl. I don't need to see your face when a simple text will do. Call me an old bastard, get-off-my-lawn type, but that's the way it is. (By the way, I'm not that old).So when that mechanical beeping emanates from my phone that someone wants to FaceTime me, it's definitely out of the ordinary. Especially when it's 10:30 on a Tuesday night. I got to my phone and it said "Ann FaceTime video."Well, this was different. Ann Next Door and I been fooling around on...
Chapter 15: "Wake up sleepy head!" "No... please... so tired." Jordan, still half asleep, wondered who these two women were that were talking. "Up and at 'em!" Jordan felt someone shaking his shoulder. "Let's go! We have a busy day ahead of us!" "Just 15 more minutes..." the other lady said. She sure had a beautiful and sexy voice, Jordan thought. "Jordan!" someone shouted and clapped their hands. "Get up!" "What!!??" Jordan sat up, and saw Angela grinning at...
Chapter 16: About a million thoughts were racing through Jordan's head as he sat in the car and looked up at Matt Coleman. Maybe two million. First and foremost was the thought: "I AM SO SCREWED!" Here he was, about to get out of the taxi cab at Bella's birthday party, wearing Angela's body hugging too-short white dress, with his curvy breast forms and high heels, looking practically like a hooker on the make, or if not that, looking exactly like someone who wants to make a...
Chapter 17: Playtime Gets Real Jordan sat back and surveyed the courtyard. He sipped on his glass of punch. 'This is a really nice party,' he realized. 'And... I'm having fun.' This was a minor revelation after how it had all started. First the teasing about dating Matt, then getting caught going out for a smoke by Angela, then the 'girl to girl' talk from her mother, and finally, all of the football wives trying to set him up with Matt at the American Cancer Society Gala...
Chapter 19 - Halloween For Life (A Fan Fiction Continuation) Working Girl? The alarm clock blared out a loud and obnoxious buzz. Jordan fumbled with it, eventually finding the off switch. It had been a strange night. Jordan's surreal dreams had been filled with sex toys and images of Matt. The alarm was set for 6am and he was grateful to be awake so he could push away the disturbing images. Jordan shifted in bed. No matter what he did, he found it hard to get comfortable. His...
Chapter 20 - Halloween For Life (A Fan Fiction Continuation) ANOTHER DAY IN THE LIFE OF JORDAN Tuesday morning. Jordan woke up before the alarm this time, turned it off and lay in bed thinking. Yesterday had been a long, busy day, and today would be too. Jordan thought again about what had happened in Mr. Johanson's office the night before. It was so confusing in so many ways and he was having a hard time understanding it all. It felt full of deep meaning - but what sorts of...
Chapter 22 - Halloween For Life (A Fan Fiction Continuation) As Jordan passed through the front doors to 'Destiny's Bride', immediately he was swimming through a sea of warm lighting, cascading sparkles of white and cream, and the pungent smells of lavender and roses. It felt like he was stepping into a foreign land. All around him were racks and racks of white bridal dresses, each on a separate padded satin hanger decorated with delicate silk ribbons of differing colors....
Halloween For Life - Chapter 23 (A Fan Fiction Continuation) Beware of Being Too Trusting Friday Morning: Jordan woke up when he heard the front door close. "Angela?" he called out. Jordan got out of bed, wincing as his heavy breasts pulled at his skin, and padded down the hallway to peek into Angela's bedroom. She was already gone for the day, this relieved Jordan a little. "Weird," Jordan thought, as he swallowed his white pill from Dr. Green. "Is she avoiding...
Halloween For Life (A Fan Fiction Continuation) Jordan Nicole is Born Chapter 24 Pain, confusion, nausea, loneliness. Jordan laid in bed, not moving, eyes closed, and tried to remember who he or she was, where he or she was, and how he got here. Jordan felt sore all over, with biting sharp pains in weird places. On his waist. Under his underarms. She felt trapped, isolated, and alone. Jordan could feel a fog cloud his mind, and had no idea how much time had gone by, but it must...
Halloween For Life (A Fan Fiction Continuation) Chapter 26 Trials and Tribulations in an Evening Gown "Okay, Nicole," Jordan forced himself to slip into 'Nicole mode'. "Showtime." Nicole walked back to the luncheon table and tapped Edward Johanson on the shoulder. "Hiya Edward, I'm back, d'ya miss me?" Nicole asked, shyly. Just maybe this wouldn't be as hard as he thought. He lowered his empty second mimosa glass, and said, "I did!" Johanson hopped up, delighted for this...
It was a warm October night and I was at a college football game with a few buddies. Throughout the first half of the game, I looked to my right and there was this hot sexy bald guy 3 sections to my right. He had huge arms and was wearing a black wife-beater and jeans. We kept looking at each other and at each time, he would show that bright smile of his.At halftime, I went to the restroom and used one of the stalls, luckily I was the only one in the bathroom. As I opened the stall, he was...
Summertime and the living is easy ... unless the Department of the Treasury is after because you rained on their parade. Fish are jumping..."Let's see your license, boy." "Don't need one, sir." "Why not, boy." "Because boys are exempt." "You're a man, don't give no shit, boy." "Can't be a man, sir." "Why is that, Boy?" "You've called me boy four times and if you don't know the difference ... OW!" "I said, don't give me no shit, boy." "See that man sitting...
Saturday, July 20th, 1996, Sanford Maine I looked up with apprehension at the gaudy neon sign that hung, unlit as it was mid-afternoon, on the converted house-like structure across the parking lot in front of me. Willie’s Toybox. It sounded creepy, almost like you could have put the word Uncle in front of it. Uncle Willie’s Toybox; I pictured a dirty old man luring kids with candy, the name had that same sort of connotation in my mind. Even the old Victorian-style building looked perverted...
Summertime In Colorado I absolutely love summertime. The hotter it is the less the girls wear. Instead of long jeans they wear short shorts. Instead of full blouses they wear skimpy tops. Coats are strictly out of the question too. Bikinis are popular even if it is just the top half with a micro mini skirt. Like I said I absolutely love summertime. Girls of all ages are wonderful to look at. Touching them might be a different story but looking at them is still legal. The problem...
Summertime Blues Author's Note: This is an old story of mine which I self-edited using the great suggestions I been receiving. I will go back and edit it more. I want to see how well I could implement the suggestions which I got. Also, I want to give a thanks to all the people who had help me in my writing. It was a bright sunny Saturday afternoon in July yet it was raining in Joe's mind. This was for Joe was having a run of the mill bad day so he headed to the bar for a drink. He...
May 4, 2000, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania “How were things in Durham and Boston?” John asked when Stephanie and I walked into the Pittsburgh office late on Thursday morning. “Good,” I replied. “I’m still concerned about the ‘Lone Wolves’ in Boston, New York, Philadelphia, and Baltimore, but they all seem reasonably happy.” “We’re doing our best to make sure they feel like part of the team. Everything is set for dinner at 5:00pm. You and I will duck out at 7:00pm, which gives us just enough...
Halloween for Life Chapter 18 : Any Given Sunday Jordan could feel his heart sink, and his breathing became deeper, and the whole world seemed to black out around him. Jordan looked up at the door to his apartment. Hoses of various sizes were snaking into the front door from the emergency equipment parked on the street. He tried to run up the stairs to the front door but was blocked by a policeman. "Sorry, miss," the policeman said, gently, but firmly. "No one is allowed...
Chapter 21 - Halloween For Life (A Fan Fiction Continuation) Sealed with a Kiss Wednesday morning. Jordan rolled over in bed and turned off the alarm. This was the second day in a row that he had woken before the alarm. He had never been a morning person before. Was he now becoming one? "Ow," his breasts felt sore, warm and exceptionally heavy. He was glad for the skin glue that kept them in place, it made his every day existence a lot less stressful. But he would be *really*...
Halloween For Life (A Fan Fiction Continuation) Chapter 25 Lunch Dates? "Nicole." The voice was soft and musical. Who was 'Nicole' ? And why was someone calling for her? "Ni-ico-ole." "Ohhhmmmm, nice," Jordan responded as he felt soft lips on his. He opened his eyes to see his wife, Anna, smiling down at him. "Oh, Anna..." Jordan sighed, "I love you." "I love you too, Nicole," Anna said. 'Nicole, who's that?' Jordan wondered. But then he remembered. Am...