Ned Kelly s Success
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"Man, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down, like a flower; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay..." Ned's attention wandered as the vicar carried on. Can't be long now thought Ned. It was his father's funeral. His death had come rather sooner than had been expected, it seemed that he had just folded in on himself, and rather than the six months that had been anticipated, he had just faded...
Ned lay in bed with his hands behind his head staring at the ceiling. He had, over the years, spent some time analysing the cracks in the ceiling, but had always been unable to work out whether they showed the outline of Australia or an unknown, perhaps treasure, island. He was being no more successful on this occasion and his mind wandered off on to other things. The previous evening, Friday, he had missed the school bus once again and had had to use the service bus. The usual crew had been...
This is the final instalment of the Ned Kelly saga. I was trying to tidy up my files the other day when I realised that I had left this half written. So let's see what happens. It would be best if you read the rest of the saga which starts with Ned Kelly's Hell, then Ned Solves a Problem, Ned Kelly's Luck, and Ned Kelly's Success, otherwise there will be references that won't make sense. Ned stepped off the school bus on the first morning of the new school year, placing his cap, which he...
Ned Kelly was in trouble again. He had arrived home from school with his younger sister at the normal time. To say that he was with her is rather stretching the point, since neither would walk in a way which indicated that they were together or even that they knew each other. They entered the kitchen to find their mother clutching a letter. "Gerald Michael Kelly stand still right there," she said in a loud voice that brooked no argument. "Susan, go to your room." Susan made as if to...
A lady friend emailed me a long joke about explaining hell. It just struck a chord, this, I thought, is the cue for a story. The original is at the end of this story. The author appears to have confused Boyle's and Charles's Laws (check it on Wikipedia) but so what, the Department of Transport confuse mass and weight, and I remember being taught these Laws in physics not chemistry. Ned Kelly sauntered disconsolately into the chemistry lab, tossed his satchel onto the lab bench near the...
After a massive Christmas lunch Ned, his mother, and sister were stretched out in the lounge in front of a roaring log fire. Gentle snores from his mother indicated that she was soundly sleeping, the smile on her lips indicating that her dreams were pleasant. Susie was stretched out along the settee with her head on Ned's lap, whilst Ned reclined with his feet towards the fire. He too had a smile on his lips. Susie looked up at him and asked what he was thinking about. "This morning, and...
Ned returned to school in an excellent mood. He'd passed his driving test, and his mother had agreed to buy a new car for herself, and for him to have her old one; the Christmas and new year holidays had been pretty good too, and he had spent some time setting up a darkroom in one of the old outbuildings attached to the house. Admittedly the water system was primitive, a tank that he had to fill by hand from the outside tap near the backdoor. The water fed to a tap over an old Belfast sink...
It was Saturday. I had nothing to do but hang around, thinking about fucking Mom. Yet even as I kept my hands off of Big Guy, I kept remembering our conversations. Why is she so sure that I'm going to fuck Carrie? She's like my sister; it would be incest. On the other hand, I guess Mom has no problems with incest. "Hi, Carrie. What'cha doin'?" "Nothing much." "Wanna catch a movie?" So that's what we did, watching some crummy horror picture, sharing a large bucket of popcorn....
And so I spent the latter part of my Middle School years fucking Mom, Carrie, Molly and a half dozen other girls from school, still managing to get pretty decent grades. The worst part of it all was keeping Carrie from finding out about any of the others. As for my fucking Mom, Carrie and I never discussed it again, though I have no doubt that she knew that it was continuing. What the heck, even a lover can't expect to take a guy away from his mother's welcoming cunt. Author's Note — my...
"Time for a break, Ned. I love your cum but it doesn't fill me up. Let's go to the mall and have some lunch." We had plenty of food in the house, but Mom never made me feed myself, never taught me how to fix a sandwich. I mean, it doesn't take any learning to do that, but she never made me do it. Before we left the house, Carrie and I went rummaging through my parents' bedroom and bathroom, looking for some condoms. We giggled as we searched, but it did no good; they apparently didn't...
Sue got up, put on a pair of baby doll pajamas and went to make some coffee. What's with the pj's? I'm here to fuck, not to spend the night. And it's still early in the day. I was sitting up on her bed, my back against the headboard, my eyes closed, thinking of nothing. The lower half of my body was covered with a sheet, not for modesty but because of the air conditioning. The phone rang; I heard her say 'Hello', then pause and finally end the call with 'OK'. Not very enlightening...
my first go at a story enjoy Ned (CHAV) in the toilet Total fiction just thought id give it a go ;) So I’m up in Glasgow for a few days ( country boy from the west coast) so ive got 3G !! so I take a look on grindr and find a few hot guys near where we are staying and get to chatting with them. After about 30 minutes I get bored and decide to go for a walk in the park near the hotel. I decide that maybe taking a walk in Glasgow in the middle of winter is not the best idea as it starts to rain I...
Neither Dad nor I spoke on the walk back to the hotel. I really didn't walk; rather, I would say that I floated. I basked in the glow of having gotten my first ever blowjob and my first ever time sticking my cock into a cunt, even with too damn quick a cum. I had no clue about what went through Dad's mind; maybe wondering how Mom would react after he got laid or blown by a local whore, even though she had sent him out for that for that purpose. I mean, just because she gave him permission,...
And so we fucked and sucked and licked, moaned and groaned and screamed, came and came and came, and pissed and kissed, until Dad returned from California. I also wore Mom's bikini panties when I had no gym class. One morning, before school, before Dad came home, I fucked Mom and then she wore her panties through breakfast before I put them on, damp with my cum which had leaked out of her, to go to school. Shit, they felt really hot. That first night when Dad came home, I was back in my own...
I was in a daze...having just witnessing the love of my life sucking the dick of her teenage son. I drove aimlessly for several hours, re-thinking the scene forever burnt into my brain of her, down on her knees, servicing his big cock like a cheap whore. I was appalled, yet also stimulated, knowing what pleasure her lips could give. My hard dick decided the issue - I would go back to face the situation. Entering via the front door, I found Alice in repose on the sofa, reading. Her...
Zoe sat staring at the white haired woman sitting in the room with her. It was a Sunday afternoon and once again Zoe’s parents had dumped her off at her grandmother’s house while they went to visit some friends in the countryside. Usually Zoe would protest finding her Grandmothers small suburban house boring but lately she was beginning to enjoy the stays with grandma Ellis. Her parents had a very busy social life and had little time for their daughter. She often thought them...
Hello I am Rahul. Today I am going to present you a real story of my life. This is really a true story of my life and is also one of my favourite times. Before introducing you with the story I want to tell you that I got to know about Desi Kahani from my friends so I also thought to post my own real story. This is the story of me and my grandmother. I always didn’t had any interest in my grandmother. I always considered her as my grandmother with full respect. But sometimes I got little bit...
IncestI was around 19 or 20 years old I was still living at home at the time but had a good paying job. I was saving up money to buy some land and build a small little house on it. My mom came home one afternoon and asked if I would go visit my grandmother. I love my grandmother but she is so grumpy and not very talkative. I asked my mom if I had to stay long. She asked that I stay a few days with her. I agreed and went to pack my bag for a few days. It was mid summer so it was pretty damn warm here...
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One weekend evening I decided to go out onto my grandparents enclosed back porch. It had been added onto the house at some point. My grandparents had one of the big chest freezers on the back porch. It was located under the bathroom window which would have looked outside before the porch was added on. For some reason unbeknownst to me, I decided to climb up on the freezer and look into the bathroom window. I looked in and saw my cousin Debbie taking a bath. I had never seen anyone naked...
My FATHER'S mother, JESSIE, was originally from Germany. My mother forbid me to visit Grandmother in her suite of rooms. Grandmother's rooms were located in the bottom corner of our old 3-story farmhouse that was located just outside Buffalo, New York.... Jessie had her own small kitchen and bathroom, and of course her own bed and chest of drawers. Grandmother also had her own door that opened onto a small porch and then out into a large back yard, filled with Pine, Hickory, and...
Cyndi and I had dated for about 5 or 6 months when it seemed it was getting serious. I'd met her divorced mom many times and she was a nice lady. Now it was time to meet her mom's mom. Her grandmother, Sherry, lived on the other side of our large metro area. We went over one Saturday afternoon.Sherry was at the door greeting us as we parked and got out of the car. She had a warm smile and was super friendly. She welcomed us, hugging Cyndi and I, and invited us in. We had a light lunch with the...
Aunty Rajeswari Devi was very happy to deliver a handsome healthy boy, our love child in a hospital. My grandmother Parvathi Devi came to visit. In the night she wanted to go to her home situated in a nearby village, which normally takes an hour by bus. I accompanied her. We went to the Bus terminal, but the last bus scheduled to go to the village was cancelled, and hence we boarded another bus, which goes to a junction situated on the highway, two kilometers away from the village. It was 9.00...
IncestSam had been around Betty Williams several times over the last few months and he was actually surprised when he found himself thinking about her in a sexual way. Sam was in his late 20s and he was an active guy and had several girlfriends that he alternated between with none of them being "the one" in his life. The surprising thing about him thinking about Betty and even imagining her naked sometimes was the fact that Betty was in her early 60s and she was a grandmother. Yeah, she was...
Note : This story is completely fictional! This story happened when id just turned 18.my friend Benny asked me to spend the night at his house as we had many time over the years.he lived with his mom and dad 20 year old sister and his 73 tear old grandmother Barb.it was a 3 bedroom house his mother and dad slept in the big second floor bedroom his sister and grandmother had the 2 bedrooms on the main floor and Benny had a room in the basement. I had known Benny since we were kids and we were...
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First, let me describe my grandma, she is rich and quite a modern lady, she is 55 but looks not a day more than 40. She has silky smooth straightened black flowing hair. She has done even breast surgery and her figure is 36b – 28 – 38. She is a busty cougar with real firm boobies. She has an amazing white curvaceous body and her face is also wrinkle free and fair. All in all, she is a woman that can make any guy cum with her looks only. I and my parents used to stay in a mumbai and my grandma...
IncestDear Readers, This is the story how I ended up having one of the most amazing encounters of my life during my early days after I was seduced and introduced to the world of incest by my own bua. Please provide feedback and comments on As I have told you that I was staying in the city with my parents and used to frequent my native village during the vacations and how one fine vacation I was seduced by my bua into the world of sex and incest and lust. After tasting the nectar of sex from her...
IncestAlready very early, I was not yet 6 years old, when I discovered my desire for unrestrainedness: With my younger sister or with girls from the neighborhood, I like to play "husband and wife" and "uncle doctor". Naked, the girls grab on my Bullermann and I groomed, kissed and licked the crack their little, hairless, after lulle-scented honey pots! But soon all that interested me was the old Frau Hoffmann, who lived in our house. I ran as often as I could take it out (when I was alone at home!),...
This happened a long time ago, but it is still on my mind like it was yesterday.It was the end of my high school junior year, I was barely 17 when summer arrived. I needed a summer job but the economy in my town stunk and I was having no luck. I was desperate.My folks were worried about me and we brainstormed one evening about places I could look for work. Finally my mom hit upon an idea, I could move to Utah and live with my grandmother for the Summer. I would probably have better luck looking...
This happened a long time ago, but it is still on my mind like it was yesterday. It was the end of my high school junior year, I was barely 17 when summer arrived. I needed a summer job but the economy in my town stunk and I was having no luck. I was desperate.My folks were worried about me and we brainstormed one evening about places I could look for work. Finally my mom hit upon an idea, I could move to Utah and live with my grandmother for the Summer. I would probably have better luck...
WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, bad words, and strange ideas. It has only the strange things that dribble from my head. If you are not old enough, mature enough, open minded enough, and especially not smart enough to stop reading should you find yourself becoming offended viewing such a story, don't! I hereby grant permission to post this story, make it available for download, or send it to a one or more of your kinky friends, as long...
Mr. Giles had asked Kennedy if she would drive; what started out as a favor became the thing to do as they drove across the US. Day and night seemed meaningless. Mr. Giles wanted to stop for gas only; Kennedy was amused that he had no problem with her using her debit card to pay for it. If you needed something to eat or a comfort stop, you rushed inside and did whatever business it was that you had to do. The two other girls were English and half the time their conversation seemed...
Kennedy tried not to let her chest stick out. It was, she thought, just a small embarrassment, but it was an embarrassment nonetheless. At barely thirteen she looked only slightly more like a woman than she had at ten or twelve. She'd grown a foot, true enough. Her breasts were now visible -- at least to her mother, who'd insisted on dragging Kennedy to Macy's to buy bras. Afterwards, Kennedy was struggling with the changes to her body and the only advice in her universe was coming from...
Kennedy trailed her oars in the water. Behind her Marian was still breathing hard after their latest run. "That was nice," Marian said, catching her breath. "It was," Kennedy agreed. They'd worked out signals so that Marian could be ready when Kennedy changed pace. The coaches were still having cat fits about Marian not matching Kennedy stroke for stroke, but the "slow it down" admonishment was never going to fly as good coaching advice. "Kennedy," Marian started to say. Kennedy...
Kennedy straightened out from the curve and set her car in line for the next corner. That another car, drifting along behind her, had to make the choice between hitting her or backing off made no mind to her. She set up easily for the corner, drifted around it, then accelerated away, now far ahead of the next nearest car. A few seconds later she took the checkered flag. Only two laps, but hey, a race is a race! Winning wasn't just anything, it was everything! She loved driving these...
The next morning Kennedy was waiting for Mr. Glastonbury when he came into the practice room. "Sir," Kennedy asked diffidently, "did a Slayer die last night?" He looked at her curiously. "Yes. The Watchers Council let me know early this morning. Why?" "I felt her die. It was like I was her. Then I was in this other place..." "They would have told me if you'd been Chosen," Mr. Glastonbury mused aloud. "I think I was only half-chosen, sir. Some black woman, I mean, she was...
Kennedy finally let go of Ruby's cold hand and stood up. Pipes was crouched next to his wife, doing what Kennedy had been doing -- crying and holding her hand. She looked around the room. Victoria was being sick in a corner, heaving over and over again, uncontrollably. Harriet was pale and trembling, sitting next to her mother, who must have fainted, as she was lying on the ground. Mr. Glastonbury was standing with a phone in his hand, talking into it. She curled her lip in distaste....
The next morning seemed to dawn unusually early, and it was only because Kennedy hadn't done anything strenuous that she was awake when Amy knocked on the door to their room. The two of them joined a half dozen others, including Cindy. Kennedy laughed at Cindy's backpack. "Is it still full of rocks?" "Five more pounds than last year." Several of the girls hefted Cindy's pack and shook their heads in wonder. It was a good workout and Kennedy and Amy were back in the cabin before any...
Kennedy kept busy during the summer, trying not to think about the camp she couldn't attend or the friends she couldn't see. Twice she went to play poker in Manhattan with Pipes and the others, each time using a different route, a different way to get there. It was a little like being grounded, but this was by her own choice. Instead of doing what she truly wanted, she buried herself. She worked out, she studied, she read books for pleasure, and she watched TV more than she ever had...
As Kennedy was finishing up with her racing scull, she heard a funny, startled sound from Deb and turned to see what it was. A man was standing a few feet inside the door of the boat house, watching the two of them. At least, Kennedy thought, it wasn't Agent Larkin. "Uncle Ferinc!" Deb said, obviously upset. "Niece, please go busy yourself elsewhere for a time. I will talk to you after lunch." Kennedy wasn't sure how old he was. He looked at times to be older than her father, other...
Kennedy got another hour of sleep before it was time to get up, but she was awake when Amy came to wake her. They showered again, both holding each other's eyes. "I was scared the other night," Amy told Kennedy. "Scared for you. I saw you stagger. I thought you were shot." "It was a dart from a tranquilizer gun. It didn't work." "I don't pretend to understand what went on, after that. I saw you standing there, so brave... but so alone. I wanted to run out and grab you and drag...
Kennedy stood in line for the busses once again. Deja vu, right? She smiled to herself. Last year she had tried to show herself as brimming over with self-confidence, while in reality she was terribly shy and nervous. Well, summer camp had fixed all of that. To make her day perfect, she saw Ferinc with a girl in tow. The girl was supposed to be twelve now, but she looked more like eight or nine. Ferinc didn't hesitate about cutting in the line. He went right up to Kennedy and presented the...
Kennedy bounced out of bed the day after she got back from camp and all but ran downstairs, then threw herself into her exercises. Mr. Glastonbury arrived a few moments later, a tray with a coffee cup and some toast in hand. He watched her for a few moments, then picked up the paper and started reading it. Kennedy finished her usual set, feeling not the least tired. Yes! There is magic and there is magic! Ferinc and those others had theirs and she had hers! She plunked herself down...
Kennedy tried to contain her excitement, but when you are eight, nearly nine, excitement is huge and the container is small. Mr. Glastonbury was wearing a friar's robe, something that had raised a few eyebrows when they stopped for gas. Kennedy had thought about getting out of the car herself and seeing what people thought of her Robin Hood costume, but decided that there was too much chance that they would laugh. Now, though, they were in the mountains and it was a nice day; the air was...
A few days later Kennedy stood with Mr. Glastonbury at Faire, this time well before the official opening. "It seems so long ago since the first time I came to Faire," Kennedy said sadly. "I know. You were cute in your Robin Hood costume." "I'm tempted to visit Harriet's mother and buy one of her dresses," Kennedy told him. "I don't think she'd sell you one. I think ... well, it was touch and go before the party." "I know. I can hope, though." "Kennedy, your father says,...
Amy spoke to them before lights out. "A final word, ladies. One person to a bed. In a few minutes it will be eleven and the lights will go out. After lights out, the front porch stops being part of the cabin; you will have to be inside. You may sit at the tables and read, talk or whatever, so long as it's quiet. "Remember the three monkeys' motto: you see nothing, you hear nothing and you say nothing. Who is with who, doing what is none of your business. Don't make a fuss. If you have a...
Kennedy walked the mile or so to the house, arriving a little before six. Mr. Glastonbury wanted a blow-by-blow account of the battle with the bats, then a summary of the poker game. "So, did you win a great deal?" "No, as near as I can tell, I lost fifteen cents. A couple of the others at the table did well. Pipes and that Carlos fellow. Dennis and Don Valentine did the worst." "And some of them have heard of Slayers?" "Yes, sir. The older ones for sure. Dennis didn't know. I...
A while later they trooped down to the dining hall. Kennedy was prepared for some pretty mediocre food after what Mr. Glastonbury had said, but evidently Lauren was spending more these days than she had at first. It wasn't up to the standards Kennedy was used to, but it was okay. Several of the other Fox cabin girls said it was a lot better than what their cafeterias at school served. At the end of dinner, Lauren once again stood up. She went through a list of the various activities that...
Covid 19 has spread rapidly. The United States is now on lockdown. Every one is quarantined to there homes. When it happened I was in my hunting cabin with limited amount of food. Luckily I had enough beer and cigarettes to last me a few months. I watched on the news as people were looting anything and everything. Home evasions were on the rise. It felt like I was watching a movie. I prepared for the worst cleaning and prepping my arms. I didn’t mind being alone but feared for my family who...
Kennedy celebrated her tenth birthday in style with Mr. Glastonbury at a small, hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant in China Town in New York City. It was not a particular surprise to Kennedy to learn that Mr. Glastonbury spoke Chinese; it was only a surprise when she found something he didn't know. He was unusually quiet at dinner, while Kennedy was unusually unrestrained. She didn't care, she was now ten, a double-digit age. She didn't care what other people thought, but in her mind she...
Steffie turned to Kennedy after the others were gone. "I know you're Kennedy." "It's not like it's a secret," Kennedy told her. "No, it's not. It was odd how fast people forget who was the target of the stalker." "The others are getting ahead." "And have as much chance of beating the two of us to camp as they have of flying to the moon this week. Please, walk with me." Kennedy followed the other, who was keeping the pace deliberately slow. "You did wrong just now." "How...
Two days later Kennedy stood next to Harriet, looking up at the granite facing of the high school. "This is weird," Kennedy whispered to Harriet. Harriet laughed. "You have no idea. Fortunately, you aren't likely to be intimidated by anyone who makes fun of the fact that you haven't been in school before." Kennedy slapped one fist into her other palm. "Modest displays of certitude!" Harriet nearly convulsed with laughter. "Kennedy, approach this like you did the first day of camp....
Kennedy snapped her locker shut and turned to head off to American Lit and the start of a new school day. Juan Baptiste was leaning against the corridor wall, behind her locker door. "Chica, you have a second?" She inclined her head and walked over to him, ignoring the others in the bustling hallway. "That cop, Harrison, came to me a coupla days ago, tol' me about what you did. That it was you that got Dwight sent away, that I should thank my lucky stars because if I kept on, Dwight...
Kennedy's first clue that something was wrong was when she pressed down to lift up from the boat. Her shoulders and arms hurt. When she lifted the boat, beads of sweat popped out on her forehead and she fought not to drop the boat. Her back screamed in pain, her arms, shoulders... even her legs were in agony. She gritted her teeth and straightened up, the boat on her shoulder. Mr. Waterman's scull was floating loose a few feet away; he was nowhere to be seen. Kennedy's eyes came to light...
Kennedy walked from the jet to where Mr. Glastonbury patiently waited for her. Annie was standing by the car, her attention in every direction but hers. "Welcome home, Miss Kennedy," her tutor said politely. "Am I welcome?" "Of course. I admit to being disappointed, Miss Kennedy. And if I were to characterize the extent of the disappointment, I would have to say I'm 'gravely disappointed.' You made a mistake, right?" "Yes, sir. I nearly got four of my friends killed." "Not...
Tuesday, a week after the catastrophe, Kennedy appeared at the Athletic Club. There were only one coach and three rowers practicing; the traffic was still light on the freeways and roads. Kennedy warmed up, then rowed out two thousand meters, then came back flying down the lane, letting all of her rage from the last week drive her. The coach who was there laughed. "Wanna trade jobs? You could give me tips, not the other way around!" He was a tall, lanky fellow with bad skin and his hair...
Kennedy sat musing for a few minutes. Pipes had made a deliberate mention of the house being swept for bugs. She was pretty sure he was concerned about listening devices, here. Well, odds were he had something to be worried about. She'd never found one, but she was sure her father was a thorough man. Mr. Glastonbury was, too. She shook her head. She'd been stupid, yes indeed. Yes, she'd risked her life and those of a bunch of others. The fact was the only thing she could have changed was...