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The Larraine Institute for Young Gentlemen, Chapters 2 and 3CLICK HERE FOR CFNM VIDS & PICS OF THIS TYPE OF SCENARIO!Continued from Chapter 1 of this story through this link here.All too soon, it was Monday morning and Craig was nervous as he got up and made his bed. Aunt Irene happened to be walking by the doorless entry of his small bedroom and paused to smile and watch the boy's cute bottom and dangling testicles as he bent across the bed to pull the covers up.It occurred to her that she...
The Tuesday after their wonderful reunion with Sasha, Emma is worried and in a state of excitement at the same time. Tonight is going to be so special and revealing; her nerves are on end. She wasn’t in such a state when Donald took her to be displayed at the club as her final pearl, but this is so different. And so important.During the months Emma and Donald have been together, she has never been to the Institute where he works. The ISE, Institute for Sexual Exploration, where Donald...
Love Stories**** FEEDBACK AND COMMENTS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!! Please Email me through the link below. **** ********************* ‘I’m really proud of you, son. I mean that’. Randall Masterson’s dads sudden outburst brought him back rudely back into the world of the living just as he was about to fall asleep. It was the first time his dad had said anything since they left the institute nearly two hours ago. Randall hadn’t really known what he was expected to say, and he figured his father had lapsed...
Series 6, Episode 20 The Portsmouth Women’s Institute (ages 50-60), from Portsmouth We open with a very simple and idyllic establishing shot of the front of an unobtrusive building with a little square of grass around it. A sign reads, “PORTSMOUTH WOMEN’S INSTITUTE” A small car park is half filled with sensible middle-class cars a Volvo, an Audi, a nice VW, etc. Trees rustle as the wind blows through them. Very safe violin music plays on the soundtrack and then The needle on the record...
Madame Greta perused the list of new admissions Institute Kleist Madame Greta perused the list of new admissions. Six this week, an abnormally high number for the time of year, she thought. Her gaze alighted on number 15; 22 years old, slim, well built but not bulky, nicely proportioned penis. But it was the handwritten note appended to his description that interested her. During his examination and appraisal number 15 had shown quite extreme fetishistic tendencies, displaying a...
The Larraine Institute for Young Gentlemen, Final ChapterCLICK HERE FOR CFNM VIDS & PICS OF THIS TYPE OF SCENARIO!Sorry to do this, but this is the final chapter of this story as it's been written thus far. I thought there was a conclusionary chapter to this story, but there isn't. When/if it does ever get written I'll be sure to add it! In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed the story!:Continued from Chapter 5 and 6 of this story through this link here.Mrs. Carrington's eyes opened softly...
The Stillman Institute: Power of Suggestion Margaret had joined her neighbors to drive Jenny to the airport, off for a week of training on the West Coast. While Jenny bustled with last minute preparations, Margaret continued the conversation she had started with Jenny's husband James and his best friend, Will, over drinks the weekend before. She was needling the boys one more time and they were rising to the bait. "I just don't agree, Will," James exclaimed. "The power in a...
DEPROGRAMMED: THE HAWKE INSTITUTE CHAPTER I "I can't get to him. We could continue in therapy for a hundred years and I would never be able to reach him. In order for traditional psychotherapy to work, some part of the patient has to want to change. Jim doesn't want to change at all. He likes himself. He likes the way he believes and he likes the way he behaves. No part of him wants to change. We are wasting my time and your money." Dr. Roberts folded his hands on the file on his...
I had always wondered what it would be like to be another person; or more specifically, what it would be like to be a female person. I can't say that I wanted to live as a woman. I just wanted to try it out, see what things are like on the other side. I have no doubt that I was not alone in my curiosity. For most of human history, the idea has been nothing more than fantasy. Had I been born in an earlier era, I would have lived out my life without ever knowing. The original Eintausch...
Chapter 1. The Induction Session Shortly after her sixteenth birthday, Jenny’s father announced that he no longer had to legally assume financial responsibility for her and that he had decided she was to be sent to be ‘trained for marriage’ at an expensive finishing school. Hopefully, he announced, the skills she would learn there, would enable her to make a good marriage and earn him a good price which would recoup the cost of the finishing school. Jenny, a dutiful girl, accepted her...
Ye meri life ka jo first sexperience tha wo aaj aap sab ISS readers se pehli baar share kar raha hu. Ek ek word khud likha hai maine, kahi se copy nahi kiya isliye pls mere is exprnce ko dil se padna aur dil se mujhe response bhejna. Meri id hai – Hi Tough Guys. Hi all beautiful Girls & sexy ladies (I think married girls/ladies are sexier than unmarried girls but at the same time I feel unmarried girls are very very hot indeed! Ha ha ha. Me Clever na? dono ko pata raha hu!) Mera naam RAJ...
Hi friends this is kkb from lucknow with a real story hope you all will enjoying. This is my first story. This is about me and my computer institute student. When I was teaching in a computer institute, to earn pocket money and other expenses. I had a mobile phone on that time. My teaching was running fine. I was getting very frequent miss call from two number, around 70-80 calls in a day. I was Ok with this and was not getting worried. But, it remains continue for whole one week. Now, I was...
Gina and I had come up with the idea last summer and we spent the entire winter working out the details and in a few short days, the first session of our Sexual Techniques Institute would begin. The weather was perfect so many of the sessions would be held outside. We had purchased a hundred acres out in the country and with the help of several friends erected the beginnings of a lodge we hoped to develop into plush accommodations for the participants in our program over the next months and...
EroticPart OneMilitary Institute MomShe parked the car in one of the few visitors' slots in front of Charlie Barracks. In truth, it was a dormitory, circa 1970. Unadorned, red brick, two stories of blank windows reflecting the afternoon sun. A few cadets in gray uniforms were walking to or from the nearby mess hall and rec center. Most of the young men were laughing. It was, after all, Friday. Classes were over, drills were done with, and there was a dance tonight with the girls from St Mary's...
Incesthello kevin name changed for privacy, here thanks for the response for my previous story i welcomed your positive feedback and ladies and gentlemen looking to here . about me i work i MNC as digital marketer in Bangalore. life kinda sucks if your working professional. As i chilled out person and funny at times my office colleagues love me for that. Since saturday and sunday is my weekoff. I wanted to learn content writing , So i searched for institute and zeroed in one institute near...
Hi everyone, my name is Raj. I am from Bangalore but born in Kolkata. I am 6 ft in height and my tool is large enough to drill you to pleasure. Now coming to the heroine of the story, Tanya(name changed). She is 5-5′ in height and has a well-maintained figure(32-30-34) even after her marriage which you’ll know in the later part of the story. She had such a beautiful ass, whenever she bent our tool would bulge out to drill her butthole. She was our Physics faculty. And in Kota, each faculty has...
Hi Readers. I am Kalyan from Hyderabad. Basically I am a trainer (faculty) in a computer institute in Hyderabad. I am married. I take computer classes. This incident happened few years back. One fine day one lady joined in our institute. Her name is Saritha (name changed). She came to our institute one day to find out the courses. At that time I counseled her. While counseling I checked her entire body. Wow! What a structure. I was not able to control after seeing her structure. After...
Whitworth House, the home of the Institute of Practicing Engineers, overlooks the Thames not far from Westminster, adjacent to Mr Tait's splendid new gallery. It is a building that I find intriguing. The combination of fine Portland stone topped with the two towers of cast iron girder-work speak of both the stability and the innovation that the Institute seeks to promote. Members of the Institute have been at the core of our country's economic growth. The projects that they have initiated...
Hi readers, This is a true incident which happened in my life one year back. before going to story let me introduce my self, am Ajay married with lovely wife , I am aged 36 from Davangere karnataka. This incident happened 1 year back, I was working as a faculty in a computer institute in Davangere where many students were middle aged or married among them some were married women who also attended the classes to kill their time or to become computer literate, among them some were unsatisfied...
Subject: FW: Killenkoff Institute Part One (revised)-Sherry Champion stood in her modest school girls' unifor Subject: FW: Killenkoff Institute Part One (revised)-??? Sherry Champion stood in her modest school girls' uniform before Mr.Raspikov the Head of the new school she was attending. She had just arrivedhere and was terribly disoriented and confused. Next to Mr. Raspikov stoodhis eighteen year old son. This was an all girls school located in of allPlaces, Russia?and in the middle of ...
Domestic Dilemma Janet L. Stickney [email protected] Cheryl and I were happier than ever before, and simply enjoyed the company of the other without any thought that our lives could get any better, or worse for that matter. We had been married about a year when we inherited a lot of money, enough so that neither of us would ever have to work again as a matter of fact, and that led us to try things we had never experienced before. When I casually mentioned that when I was in...
(this is unreal .. just fanstam of course ... )The BDSM institute is a special school where girls, wifes, learn the pleasures of BDSM lifestyle ...After her admission to the institute, the subject passes her first test ... deleted
The Institute: Body Double By Cherysse St. Claire This story is set in the near future. Some of the medications, procedures and technical advances detailed within have not been introduced - yet. The usual disclaimers apply. This story is best enjoyed when viewed in HTML format. Chapter One I had never believed in love at first sight until the brunette with the mesmerizing gray eyes appeared. She arrived late; the party was already well underway. She wasn't supermodel...
THE INSTITUTE OF ADVANCED SEXUALITY Chapter 1 Welcome to the only place in the world totally dedicated to the study ofthe sexual habits of women fifty years and older. At the Institute we collectinformation about the sex lives of these women and offer, if needed, guidanceto them and their sex partners. Today I will discuss the most extraordinarycase we have ever investigated. If we did not have the body of evidence thathas been developed over the years and the number of reliable witnesses...
Saturday: Constellations Brad awoke in the middle of the dark forest alone, cold and hungry. Through gaps in the trees overhead, spattered across the black canvas, the Milky Way Galaxy brightly split the night sky in half. He'd never seen a sky this dark before in his life. He was miles from civilization and the nearest light source. Darkness and solitude like this simply did not exist in the world he knew. He checked his watch. It was still nearly an hour before dawn. He was so anxious to get...
I just love the way the girls play. We’d been in the sports club for about a year and I could hardly wait for each Saturday to roll around. It was hard to remember a time before I began coaching my granddaughter in softball and then basketball. I’ve been an athlete my entire adolescent and then adult life and knew just how to get the most out of someone’s abilities. Looking back now I’m astounded by how the club began and how it had taken a hold in our community. Bible belters would never have...
IncestTHE SIGNIFICANT OTHER'S DILEMMA by enduringshades I found a parking place near the place. The neighbourhood is now familiar as I have been here several times observing the house before finally plucking up the courage to ring the doorbell. The neighbourhood consists of townhouses, once the homes of proud upper middle class Victorian households, but now accommodating multiple occupancy flats and bedsits. I got out of my car and made my way to the house, but when I got to the front door...
“Chase! So glad you’re here. Meet your shadow Chloe!” When she turned around, three words went through my mind: oh… my… god. She was this tall beautiful girl. She was about 5”10, with long blonde hair that went just atop her shoulders, blue swimmable eyes, and an athletic hourglass figure that perfectly complimented her personality. How did I get so lucky? “Hi Chloe, I’m Chase,” and I held out my hand. “Hi Chase, nice to meet you,” and she shook my hand. “Awesome. Glad you guys are...
Wanted: A writer needing to have an Alaskan adventure Continued, revised, and rewritten from Chapter 01: As soon as he ejaculated his load of warm, oozy cum in my mouth, he said the words that I had been waiting to hear. ‘I love you,’ he said. As if I misheard him or as if I imagined him saying those words in my sleep, I stopped sucking his cock to listen. ‘Pardon? Sorry. What did you just say? My ears were blocked. I had my mouth full of your prick and was too busy sucking your cock to...
Just wanted to share possibly my greatest sexual experience from when I was young with you all. When I was only 19 I got to know this uber sexy older woman; blonde, petit and busty. She was like Debbie Harry in her prime. She was 36 and was old enough to be my mother, she was confident, slim and busty and in her sexual prime and oozed it from every orifice. She epitomised the term MILF. I got to know her through a friend who worked with her, and before I knew it we were flirting over the...
Northern LightsAuthor: MorlockEdited 061712---------------PrologI'm not sure who I am writing this for, but up here, the nights are long and the entertainment is strictly whatever a person can come up with. Like most Sourdoughs, reading is popular to fill up the hours so I am not completely uneducated, although I have to say that my attention span in school was not the best in the class. Of course, the preferred entertainment to fill up leisure hours is to lay on top of the opposite sex,...
One Monday morning, a very light trickle from a closed bathroom faucet had turned into a steady flow. Not wanting to receive a hefty water bill, I decided that action finally needed to be taken. After contacting my boss to explain my situation, my boss told me to take the day off, fix the problem, and enjoy a relaxing day, once my plumbing dilemma had been sorted out. Having put in a lot of extra time at work in the preceding months, my boss further added that I had earned the day off.A...
Gay MaleIt was late April and the weather was getting warmer on the campus of Sanford E. Xavier Institute of Education. I had decided to return to college after burning out doing home remodeling and rehabbing. In just a few years nomading for different building contractors in the sunbelt, I had a hefty bankroll and a pretty nice tan.While there was quite a bit of opportunity to succumb to the sexy diversion of the house MILF while performing some suddenly necessary light bulb changing, I was needing a...
College SexYou watch the rain hit into the window, and think back to when you were a kid. Not a care in the world, running around having the time of your life. But, now that's over. You are off to school.Crabtree Valley Institute is one of the most prestigious boarding schools around. Your father went there and his father went there. You could say it's a Greene family tradition. You've known you were attending for as long as you can remember, but know the day is finally here. Even though it has only been...
The Larraine Institute for Young Gentlemen, Ch.01Irene was very pleased with how things were developing the first several weeks with Craig. He had taken to his milking schedule very well, and the daily pill and lotion applications seemed to be working well also. The boy's already prodigious genitals seemed to be growing larger, and he was becoming almost constantly aroused. It now took only half an hour from the time he had recovered from his milking to the time that he began to show signs of...
Institute of Corrections for Beautiful GirlsChapter 1 - SentenceThe large, imposing courtroom was filled with a murmur of subdued conversations, which accumulated to a considerable noise due to sheer quantity of ongoing verbal exchanges. The interior of the room was arranged in formal brown and white palettes, which strongly set the tone for an atmosphere of judicial authority. Into these intimidating surroundings the ICBG officers led the proud, but somewhat overwhelmed Melissa. Her bodily...
I awoke to a warm, comfy, lived-together feeling that told me I wasn’t alone. Or maybe it was the arm draped over my waist. But why? I rolled towards the center of the bed and slowly raised a single bleary eyelid. I was right. I wasn’t alone. I should have been a detective. It was a she, a brunette with a young face. She was propped up on one elbow, facing me. Something from last night bubbled to the surface. Muttering softly, I murmured “You’re ... you’re...” “Mary,” she said brightly....
I woke the next morning to moans and jiggles coming from the other side of the bed. Grumpily I rolled over to glimpse the twins rubbing hands over each other’s naked bodies. Didn’t these two ever go to bed and just sleep? One of them noticed me and they both groped for my privates. I had no idea who was who and really didn’t care. These girls were starting to bother me. But nevertheless, my dick eagerly responded. I resolved to do my duty and get them out of there. Still, they got me hard...
I woke the following morning to that warm, not-alone feeling I always associated with my marriages. I felt okay, not hung over badly, just enough to know I had been a naughty boy last night. Elyse and I had made love twice when we got back to the bedroom. The first time I had her bend and grab her knees by the bed. I plowed her from behind. Afterwards, still unslaked, I had turned her around and pushed her back onto the bed. Climbing on board, I had shoved her top above her tits while she...
“Good morning, sleepyhead! Or should I say, good afternoon!” I mumbled incoherently for a moment and opened my eyes, looking around. Elyse and I were sitting in the limousine outside the Cancun airport. The driver stood by my side, holding the door open and laughing as Elyse smilingly nudged me awake. I stretched mightily and shook myself out of the limo, shaking my head sheepishly. “Yeah, good afternoon. Just what time is it anyway?” I asked. In response, Elyse lifted my arm to my face...
The cool wind blew in through the open window slowly, gently caressing her bare back till she awoke with a shudder. The nights had gotten crisper in this Northern region than what she was used to. She jumped up out of bed to close the window and couldn’t help but lovingly admired the moonlight that was splashing over the view of his nakedness. His breathing was even and rhythmic as he lay in a deep sleep. Her heart fluttered as the memories from earlier that evening flooded her mind. She took...
Straight SexCarol Hart had a dilemma. For the last year, she had worked as a waitress in a coffee shop in San Francisco’s business district, without making much money but with other positives. She had a chance to meet a lot of men there, including mostly gentlemen but there were a few assholes as well. Until that day, she had always thought of Hank – she didn’t know his last name – as one of the former. However, something had happened that morning to make her unsure and she thought he might even be one of...
This story is about a 16 year old teenage girl and a middle aged man, who due to a slight mishap, found himself in an unplanned situation with the moral dilemma, should he or shouldn’t he? First off a little about myself, my name is John and I am retired and live in the south of England. I live in a detached house in a better part of the town and have done so for the past 30 years. 15 years ago my wife Carole and I were on holiday in Spain with our young daughter Sue, when a waiter at...
Bikini Beach: Julie's Dilemma This is the prize for my first story-writing contest, for Julie (who wrote the winning entry). Julie provided the idea, and I filled in the details. So she gets most of the credit for this one. Now whether this story bears any resemblance to reality is a question to ask Julie, not me. [email protected] ********************************************************** Bikini Beach: Julie's Dilemma By Elrodw Julie eased herself...
Cousins' Dilemma: by DebWeb Certain elements of this fantasy story are inspired from minute memories of my childhood. Yes I did have a close friendship with Julie my cousin. We were soul mates for the first six years of life. The incident where she demanded I wear the dress is factual and to this day I regret not being able to summon the courage to say yes. That was a defining day between me and Julie's friendship. She cut off most all verbal communication between us. I was...
The Flower Girl Chapter 1 ? Small Beginnings ?Mum!? I had just walked in the door and my daughter was already shouting at me. My name is Angela. I have a daughter Samantha, who is nine, a son Jonathan, who is eight. My husband Steve was killed in an accident 7 years ago, so for both my children I have been the only parent they have ever really known. We are a close family the children get on very well for brother and sister (so my friends tell me) and I have tried to...
Flower Girl By Caitlin Rose Author's Note: "Flower Girl is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. It is a copywrited work of Caitlin Rose. It may be archived at any site provided that the site does not charge a fee for access and that the story is not edited or abridged. This work contains no sexual content, but it does contain cross dressing. If you're offended, don't read...
It was now 3 months over Ty’s 6 month contract end date, and he was finally on a plane back to civilization after working in a remote northern mine in the Yukon, without a holiday. It was going to be a great break from living on the mine for the last 9 months, finally home to his own bed and even booked two weeks in California to get some extra sunshine and warmth. It was only a 30 passenger twin engine that carried employees in and out of the mine, but being on the last flight of the day,...
"What?" Cinders asked of her step sister as she she raked out the fourteenth fireplace that morning, "Coming to Saddleworth?" "Yes coming to Saddleworth," Gertie said, "He's coming to open our new Town Hall" "Oh!" said Cinders. "He'll be coming up our road our Cinders," said her step sister Anna,"You'll have to chuck ashes in canal or road will be dusty."me." "Dusty?" Cinders asked, "In Yorkshire, get real!" "It were dry on our Harry's birthday," Gertie...
This is a romance with a touch of loving wives in the mix. Many thanks primarily to Dinsmore and also Crazysoundguy for patience and expert help and advice with edits and writing. As per usual, the characters are invented and bear no intentional resemblance to actual persons alive or deceased. All intercourse is consensual and between individuals over the age of eighteen. This is a story about chasing inner peace after escaping a flawed relationship and lifestyle to a simpler, more compatible...
The cool wind blew in through the open window slowly, gently caressing her bare back till she awoke with a shudder. The nights had gotten crisper in this Northern region than what she was used to. She jumped up out of bed to close the window and couldn’t help but lovingly admired the moonlight that was splashing over the view of his nakedness. His breathing was even and rhythmic as he lay in a deep sleep. Her heart fluttered as the memories from earlier that evening flooded her mind. She took...
This is a true story about one thing that I thought would never happen to me. I had been living in London for six months and thought it was about time I should see more of the place. So on a sunny Sunday afternoon I went wandering. I boarded the Northern Line train and found I was the only person in the carriage. It stayed this way for three stops until Jana stepped aboard. She looked up and down the carriage. I was expecting her to leave or sit well away from me but no, this well toned...
Authors Note: I have had horrible wirters block. IMO one of the great things about CHOYA is the opprotunity to colaborate with with writers. PLEASE DO jump in if you have an idea. Add a thread! Please!Welcome to Northern Miami Junior Vocational Institute! That’s what the banner said as it gently wavered to and fro in the breeze as students milled about the campus just a few days before classes began for the summer session. The incoming freshmen were easy to pick out, doe eyed like they were...
Welcome to Northern Miami Junior Vocational Institute! That’s what the banner said as it gently wavered to and fro in the breeze as students milled about the campus just a few days before classes began for the summer session. The incoming freshmen were easy to pick out, doe eyed like they were staring into on coming headlights… then again there were a lot of upper class men that looked pretty much the same way. There’d been a helluva party over at the Tappa Kegga Bru frat the night before....
Cara stepped onto the packed subway carriage and was immediately enveloped in the cram of bodies pressing into her from every angle. She reached down and readjusted her skirt, a tiny purple number which hinted at the bottom of her perky ass cheek. Underneath she was wearing a white thong, already damp in anticipation. She scanned the carriage discretely and looked for her companion. She had no idea what he looked like, with only vague descriptions to go by. She'd wanted it that way, wanted the...
AnalThis is a true story about one thing that I thought would never happen to me. I had been living in London for six months and thought it was about time I should see more of the place. So on a sunny Sunday afternoon I went wandering. I boarded the Northern Line train and found I was the only person in the carriage. It stayed this way for three stops until Jana stepped aboard. She looked up and down the carriage. I was expecting her to leave or sit well away from me but no, this well toned...
MILFThe week went by far too slowly for my likings. AJ and I met up at the club to review membership details and take care of the business aspects of our growing enterprise. As it turned out he brought Becky along for the evening so she could get a workout on the courts. She was trying her best to be a basketball star, and with just a little bit of coaching she’d make the varsity team even as a sophomore (high school, of course). She went to change into her shorts and top, eyeing me with a glimmer...
IncestDreams. There were always dreams. He had just awakened to find Rebecca draped across him, having not stirred from where they ended their lovemaking the night before. His dream had been so real and so familiar in the afterglow. He was married. His wife and, in her womb, their daughter were the world to him and he would guard and protect them for eternity. But the dream had revealed something. Eternity might be a very long time. He looks out at his dream world through watery eyes. An empty...