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The Irish Curse By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Part One A half dozen teenage girls were buzzing around the locker room after showering, drying their hair and hurrying to get dressed after track practice. They were stuffing backpacks, jumping into their school uniforms, and collecting everything they needed for the weekend. "Ok, girls," yelled Holly clapping her hands. "Now that everyone's dressed, don't forget anything and we'll see you on the bus at eleven." "OMG, they are so excited," said Hannah, stripping off her sweaty track outfit. "Of course they are," said Holly, now naked as well. "It's their first retreat and you know they are dying to let loose." "I know. I remember when we were sophomores how psyched we were to finally be away and have some unsupervised time," said Hannah, switching on the locker room shower. "And now we're seniors, and its time to train the rookies!" said Holly, lathering up. "I remember when we got our lessons. This is going to be so much fun!" Holly and Hannah took their time showering and washing their hair before finally stepping back into the area with the vanities and mirrors. They were in nothing more than wet towels now as they texted away on their phones before they each began getting ready. "You know I bought these new push up bras in Victoria Secrets' yesterday. Buy one get one half price. Amazing deal!" Holly remarked as she put on her eyeliner. "Seriously Holly? I fucking hate you." Hannah brushed back her wet hair. "Why would you need push ups? You already have like double what half of us have." "I know, but I'm so freaking hippy, and these damn sports bras just hold them down," said Holly dropping her towel and pushing up her boobs in the mirror. "Look, when I push them up like this, they just seem to draw attention away from my fat ass and big hips." "Oh please," replied Hannah, brushing on some blush and dropping off her towel. "Just about everyone here would die for your curves, and there's not an ounce of fat on you. Look how freaking skinny I look after all this damn track shit." "You kidding with those rock hard abs?" said Holly, putting her arm around her as they posed naked together, looking at their reflections. "Every freaking guy in school wants to bone you." "And me too bitch." Hannah wiggled her tongue near Holly's ear as they had some pretend fun. They both shared some laughs naked and then stopped as Holly put up her hand. "Did you hear that?" asked Holly as they stopped moving. "Yeah, what the hell?" said Hannah as they both listened for a few seconds. "There's no one there," Holly broke the silence. "This old locker room just has so many creaks. I hear it all the time, but sometimes it just freaks me out a little." "I know it's creepy sometimes when we are here alone," said Hannah. "Let's just get ready because I'm so psyched for this weekend." They continued getting ready, blow drying their long hair before going back and forth to their lockers for their clothes and accessories. Finally they were both dressed in their school uniforms as they returned together to the vanity area, working on some final touches in the mirrors and chatting. "So, you remembered to bring everything for training right?" Holly asked as she flat ironed her hair. "Should we double check?" "No, I checked already," replied Hannah, putting her hair up in a high pony. "I've got a basic dildo for everyone to practice with, and then the variety pack with some bigger stuff once they master the basics. Plus, I packed plenty of snacks with the cooler, which obviously won't be for regular consumption." "The starter props! Perfect," giggled Holly. "I saw the bananas, cumbers, and carrots with the rest of the stuff. Obviously Mrs. Sanchez thinks track girls like to eat healthy." "We do." Hannah touched up her mascara. "And soon so will the sophomores. They've been checking the days off their calendar for months!" "Well, we'll train them, and hopefully after Sunday's dance they'll be able to put practice into action like we did when we were sophomores," said Holly giggling. "Yup, those poor little timid boys from Metro High won't know what hit them," said Hannah, applying some eye shadow. "Yeah well if any of these girls are like you Hannah, they'll be dying for more than a deep throated banana five minutes into the dance," Teased Holly, sliding on her headband. "Like you weren't Miss innocent?" replied Hannah. "I seem to remember you were the seniors prize pupil after we found out you were swallowing that quarterback's dick like it was a pretzel rod before half of us even had a sip of punch." "Well we did miss lunch that day." Holly clear glossed her lips. "So I was starving in many ways." "What the," said Hannah as Holly touched her arm, stopping her from speaking as they gazed at each other in the mirror. "I think that's just too glossy Hannah," said Holly winking at her as she turned away from the mirror. "Let me go to my locker and get you a different lip gloss. I'll be right back." Hannah gave her a look as she walked across the room. She then heard a rumbling of keys as Holly motioned to Hannah to stay quiet as she noticed her searching the large key ring. Quickly Holly slid a key into the janitor's closet behind them and instantly ripped open the door. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Hannah screamed, dropping her makeup all over the floor as her eyes popped out of her head, seeing a boy inside. "Mother fucker!" screamed Holly, seeing the boy standing there with his pants around his ankles. "Holy shit! Holy shit, are you kidding me?" Hannah yelled as the boy quickly covered his private area. "Girls?" said a voice opening the outside locker room door. "Is everything alright in there? I thought I heard a scream? Are you dressed, I'm coming in?" "Please, don't turn me in I'm sorry," cried the boy, shaking. "I'm sorry. I'll get expelled. Please." "Shut the fuck up!" said Holly, closing the door just before Mrs. Sanchez came in. "Over here Mrs. Sanchez. We're fine." "Girls, what happened?" asked Mrs. Sanchez, as she saw them just standing there with a mess on the floor. "It was nothing," said Holly, picking up a back fuzzy hair clip and holding it up. "I'm sorry. I just thought we saw a mouse, but it was just Hannah's stupid hair clip which must have fallen out of her bag. Who wears something this ugly anyway?" "How about we toughen up a little, ladies," remarked Mrs. Sanchez, rolling her eyes. "Remember we will be away from home this weekend in the country, and there are wild animals out there!" "We're sorry Mrs. Sanchez," replied Hannah, kneeling down picking up her stuff. "We'll see you on the bus later." Mrs. Sanchez shook her head and left the room as quickly Holly opened the door again. "Walter! You little fucking pervert!" said Holly as she re-opened the door. "I'm sorry. I just. I just," Walter mumbled. "You just what, you fucking pig," Exclaimed Hannah, getting infuriated. "Did you just jerk off watching us. That's fucking disgusting." "Now from the looks of things he didn't," said Holly, grabbing his hard member and pulling him from the closet by it. "Step out here, perv!" "Please, I didn't." Walter shook as he shuffled a few feet out of the closet with his pants and underwear around his ankles. "Don't bullshit me, Walter," said Hannah grabbing her flat iron. "I'll clamp down on that little thing with this at 400 degrees and then I bet you'll tell me the truth." "Please NOOOOOO," whined Walter as Holly released her grip. "I wanted to, but it was just too quiet so I couldn't. I'm sorry, you girls are so hot, and I just get horny sometimes and usually you have the music blasting." "You fucking pig. How many times have you snuck in here?" Hannah asked, holding her flat iron right near his penis. "Let go Holly, and I'll fucking sizzle his little prick." "Hannah," Holly grinned as she pushed her back. "Relax. Walter, I'd answer that if I were you?" "About a dozen," replied Walter, avoiding eye contact. "I'm sorry. You're both so sexy and I've tried to hook up with both of you, and all you've done is blow me off. I'm sorry. I have needs and girls just hate me." "So you joined track to meet girls?" said Hannah. "To meet us?" "Yes," said Walter meekly. "Wait, did you steal my underwear?" said Holly. "I thought I kept losing things, but now that I think of it!" "Yes," said Walter, looking down. "Mother fucker," exclaimed Holly as she stepped back in, grabbing his testicles. "I'm sorry! I'll give them back!" Cried Walter as she began squeezing. "Please don't twist." "Fucking gross!" sighed Hannah. "Screw this, I'm getting Mrs. Sanchez. Here, hold him here with my flat iron and if he moves clamp down and sizzle that wiener." "Stay calm crazy girl! I've got an idea," said Holly, letting go and stepping back, tapping her cheek with her index finger. "You're going to the retreat with the other boys from the team this weekend, right?" "Yes, but we're not going to the same place as you are," replied Walter, breathing heavily as his balls ached. "I wish we were though of course!" "Yeah, I know but I know it's optional for senior's, right?" said Holly, grabbing her phone and beginning to text. "What idea?" said Hannah. "Fuck this perv Holly. Turn him in. He's disgusting, and I want nothing to do with him." "Me either, but I think he could be useful to us," said Holly looking him up and down, smiling. "I'm pretty sure I've got a proposition for him that he can't turn down!" "A proposition?" asked Walter confused. "Yup, how about you'll spend the weekend with us girls, and then we won't turn you in," Holly grinned. "That's my punishment. Spending the weekend with hot girls?" said Walter confused. "Yeah, you'd do whatever I ask and your body is ours," said Holly, stepping back towards him and giving a firm yank. "I guess while you were back there peeping, you heard that we're training the sophomores this weekend, right?" "Yes," said Walter. "I heard." "So think about this?" said Holly. "So what could be better than letting them practice on a willing subject?" "Are you kidding, a weekend of getting blow jobs," said Walter, stunned as she squeezed. "You can't be serious!" "I'm dead serious," said Holly, grinning as she stepped back, releasing him. "It'll be a lot better training than just some squishy banana or a rubber apparatus. Now do we have a deal, or do I call Mrs. Sanchez?" "Holly, have you lost your mind?" Hannah cutt her off. "Where the hell are we going to hide a guy, and how would we even get him there. Plus, if we get caught we'd be in as much trouble as he is now!" "Relax, I got that covered," said Holly, turning and whispering in Hannah's ear. "Hhhmm, that could be fun," Hannah smiled as she looked him up and down. "You sure?" "Definitely! So what's it going to be, Walter?" asked Holly folding her arms. "A weekend with the girls as our personal oral sex toy, or do I call Mrs. Sanchez?" "Like I'd need a threat to answer that?" replied Walter, all aroused now. "Of course Yes! I'm all yours," "Good choice," said Holly, walking over and again grabbing his manhood, only this time stepping on his pants around his ankles. "Now step out, because from this point forward your body belongs to Hannah and me. Understood!"! "Oh yeaaahhh!" said Walter kicking off his sneakers, underwear, and pants. "But what about what Hannah was saying, like getting me there, hiding me, and even getting me out of my team's trip." "Oh we're already on that," said Hannah, texting away. "Time to get your little friend here put away until we need him," said Holly, leading him to the shower area. "Looks like it won't take much, and then we'll start our little project to hide Walter. Now take off your shirt and get moving." "Cold! Holy crap that's cold!" screamed Walter. "I know, so hurry up and empty yourself out so we can get started," said Hannah, staring at him. "Come on, just get it over with. We all know you want to." "Suddenly you're shy?" said Holly, shaking her head as she undid her blouse. "Here! It's not like you didn't stare at them all morning so go ahead and finish off." Walter could barely control himself as he instantly began yanking rapidly. The girls were giggling as he was shivering, and it didn't take long before he exploded and Holly took pity on him, turning on the warm water as his goo washed down the drain. They handed him their body wash and then shampoo as they observed him washing himself, whispering back and forth to each other. They texted a number of messages as they worked through their plan, and then when he was finished, he apprehensively followed them back to the main locker room in only a towel. "Ok then. Put you right leg up on the bench!" Hannah demanded, shaking a can and squirting a hand full of foam. "Wait, what's happening here!" asked Walter as Hannah started sliding the foam against his leg when he placed his foot up on the bench and tossed away his towel. "What's happening is that we're about to begin hiding you. Well basically hiding your identity, so get ready for your disguise," said Holly. "Now don't flinch, because we've got a limited amount of time, and your makeover begins right now!" "Wait, this isn't what I expected!" cried Walter as he watched a pink razor slide down his leg. "You're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are you? That kind of makeover!" "Who cares what you're expecting, because this is the only option you've got unless you've changed your mind and then we'll call Mrs. Sanchez," Holly gaveg him a stern look as she held back Hannah's hand from gliding off more of his leg hair. "Now the only way we're getting you there with us is to for you to become one of us, but the choice is yours because this is the last time I'm asking." "Now choose and choose quickly asshole, because I'm totally out of patience with you," Hannah held up her razor. "I still say we should have turned him in!" "Holy shit!" said Walter, closing his eyes and clenching his teeth as he nodded. "I can't believe I'm doing this." "Believe it, and don't tense up so much as I don't want to nick you!" said Hannah, shaving off the next section. "You'll need to just relax and just go with the flow, or we'll never pull it off." "How much leg are we showing here?" asked Walter as she was gliding below his knee now. "Can't I just be in jeans and a wig?" "That would have been easier, but we'll be in full uniforms for the bus ride and some of the events," Holly replied, beginning to dot a little foundation on his face. "Plus, there are no pants in the sophomore fall dress code, so being fully smooth is pretty much a requirement." "Wait, you're saying people are going to think I'm a sophomore, not even a senior!" Cried Walter. "Yup, you'll be filling in for a girl that called in sick," said Holly, blending his face. "Good thing I'm the monitor so no one else knows that, and Mrs. Sanchez has never met these girls." "To her they're just names on an attendance sheet," said Hannah, gliding off every hair on his leg. "So when we're done with you, you'll be filling in quite nicely. Now shut up so we can concentrate." Once Hannah finished his legs, she sliced off the little hairs from his arms and lifted them up, doing the pits. He was hairless everywhere else as she now rubbed some lotion all over his body as Holly worked on his face. He was so embarrassed sitting naked as Hannah was texting away, while Holly now brushed on some blush. "I don't think we can pull this off," Walter said as she began adding just a touch of eyeliner with a brown pencil. "Please, I can't do this. Please, I'm all yours for the weekend, but we need to come up with a different plan to hide me. I can't pass for a girl!" "You better hope you can, or it should get more interesting when we turn you in now that you're looking so nice and smooth," giggled Hannah, looking at her phone and turning some combination locks. "Stop teasing, Hannah," Holly giggled as well as she worked with her mascara wand. "You're making me laugh so hard, I'll mess up his face." "Sorry I'll chill! Ok, I've got Tiffany's locker open and then I'll do Kelly's," said Hannah, swinging open a locker door. "Do we need anything from anyone else?" "Just get Taylor's combo too. She's got big feet, so just in case the other shoes are too tight, her stuff should work," said Holly as she dipped her little brush into a shadow pallet. "Close your eyes now until I tell you, Walter." Walter closed his eyes for a few moments, feeling the soft strokes across his lids. He sat hearing click after click of lockers opening until finally she finished. "Ok stand up and let's see how this all fits," said Hannah as he opened his eyes, seeing her stuff his boy clothes in a locker and bolting it shut. He looked down, seeing a pile of garments sitting next to him on the bench now as Hannah tapped his thigh to lift his left leg. He looked down, seeing the white cotton panty and raised his leg as he stepped in. It was strange, less awkward now at least, being covered and no longer nude as she snugged it up in place before he sat again as she rolled some thin socks up his legs. The weirdest part actually came next as Hannah slid his arms through the little white cotton bra while Holly knelt and tied some shoes on his feet. After a few changes and some pushing at his toes with Holly's thumb, he felt her tying the laces but was completely distracted watching Hannah fold two sweat socks stuffing them in each cup. "Chin up, back straight and just let us do what we have to until we get the fit just right," said Hannah, unbuttoning a shirt. "All this squirming is not helping." They tried a few shirts on him as they looked carefully at the fit and then did the same with a couple of skirts. He was almost afraid to look down as he glanced anxiously with each garment change. "Let's stay with Tiff's stuff," said Holly, buttoning up his shirt and adjusting the fit. "Track has given you a nice thin frame." "Yup, you were right about Tiffany's clothes fitting pretty well, and a good call on Taylor's shoes," said Hannah, sliding a sweater over his arms. "Thanks," said Holly. "Just give me Kelly's stuff and pack a bag for him with whatever you think for the weekend. I'll finish his face and do something with this hair. Sit back down Walter, because it's almost time." Holly stepped behind Walter now, taking sliding a brush through his hair. She brushed it back a few times before he felt her lift it in the back and felt two distinct snaps across the nape of his neck. He instantly knew she was adding some extensions as she repeated the process over and over, adding more layers. "You're using Kelly's?" said Hannah, looking over and questioning her. "Why not? We don't have any that really match, and his hair's not long enough to do much. The only other one that has any wefts in her locker is Heidi, and pulling off a Swedish thing obviously isn't going to work, nor the intention of the look we need," Holly stretched a little ski cap open and slid it over his head. "We'll be making a few pit stops later, so we'll need to grab a rinse and I'll make all this blend and work somehow." "You'll need to, because cute as it looks, I don't think he can wear a ski cap all weekend," Hannah teased. "True" Holly rummaged through her makeup case and took out a series of pencils. "Thing is he's so fair, I think it really will fit his coloring." She now placed two fingers under his chin, lifting it and then began poking at each side of his nose and then towards his cheeks under his eyes. She rotated pencils as she dabbed and then took a small brush, blotting from the the bridge of his nose outward. She stopped for a moment checking her work as she re-sharpened a few pencils and worked her way toward the bottom of his forehead and then completely down the bridge of his nose. Finally when she was satisfied, she dipped a big brush into some powder, softly setting the middle of his face and then took some big powder puffs blotting his chin, cheeks, and forehead. "Damn, you're good!" said Hannah, nodding and smiling as she came back in front looking at Walter. "Thanks. He's a work in progress, but he'll definitely pass if you don't do anything stupid, Walter," Holly said as she dipped a little brush into a small artist type pot, painting at his lips. "Girls, please I have no idea what to do," Walter felt his knees starting to knock. "Use me as your sex toy when you get back. I promise I'll let you do what you want to me." "You'll be fine. Look up and don't blink," said Holly, holding open his left eye and pushing against his pupil as they heard a knock and then someone entering. "Ladies, the bus is here," said Mrs. Sanchez, interrupting. "Time to stop dilly dallying and get the younger girls organized." "Sure Mrs. Sanchez," said Holly nodding. "I'm just helping Kelly with her contact and we'll be right there." "Fine just hurry up," said Mrs. Sanchez, turning and walking out. "Remember we have a schedule to keep." "See, she's none the wiser," said Holly, pushing at the other eyeball. "Let's get his coat on. We better hit the bus." "I'm supposed to be Kelly?" asked Walter nervously as Hannah slid his coat over his arms. "You're Kelly McDermott, a cute little Irish girl!" replied Hannah. "That's who called in sick." "I may be fair skinned, but not Irish," Walter stated as she lifted his hair onto the coats collar. "My ancestors are from all over. I'm kind of a mix." "You're not really a girl either, but get a look at yourself," said Hannah, dragging him over to the mirrored area of the locker room. "Not bad, right?" "Oh shit. No way," Walter looked at himself. "Not bad, right?" said Holly, walking over. "You're a work in progress, with just enough makeup to look like most of us do for school. I had to make you look as natural as any other 15 year old girl would be in uniform, and then kinda go for an Irish thing." "Crap," Sighed Walter, somewhat stunned. "I do look Irish." Walter was stunned as he looked at himself in the long locker room mirror as the girls scurried to collect their things for the trip. On his feet were ugly navy tied flat tied earth shoes, and above them thin white knee high socks. It was hard not to stare at the glimpse of his hairless lower thighs and smooth boney knees, which were still quivering below the grey knit plaid pleated skirt. Above it he was in a simple white cotton blouse which had a rounded collar, and was buttoned all the way up the front to his neck. From it streamed a simple little short navy tie, which was tucked inside his navy school sweater, which was fully buttoned from his breast bone down to his waist. Lucky they did not over stuff him, giving him only moderate mounds below his sweater, but the effect of his entire new shape was just enough to look normal for a girl of his age. "Button up, we'll need to get on the bus now," Hannah rolled over a small suitcase and a backpack. "This will be your stuff." He could hardly believe he was about to do this, pulling the flap of the double breasted waist length navy school jacket and fastening the two buttons. He stepped closer to the mirror, amazed at his reflection as he actually did look quite natural as he touched his face. Certainly his fair skin did aide in his new appearance, but somehow Holly had made him look even paler. "Don't ruin them," said Holly coming over and pulling away his fingers. "It won't smudge easily now that your face is set, but I'll kill you if you mess it up after all my work. That wasn't easy you know." Walter shook his head and twisted his neck, unsure whether to be impressed or depressed with her work, knowing they were about to go out in the public. He knew now what all the blending and dotting was about, as she had expertly covered his face in a scattering of freckles. They were pretty light yet apparent across the bridge of his nose, chin and forehead before growing heavier and distinctive at each side of his nose and inner cheeks. For his eyes, she had thinly outlined his upper lids in a soft brown pencil and thickened his lashes in dark mocha mascara. His lids were just touched up with a hint of a taupe color, but what really stood out were the new contacts she had inserted. Gone were his natural dark brown eyes, only to be replaced with catlike sparkling green pupils, which were the focal point of his face. He bit his lip, nervously tasting the matte finish light colored pumpkin lip stain, appearing as if it were his natural pigment. Atop his head was a navy ski hat with a white and navy pom-pom, and from it long straight shinny auburn extensions streamed eight inches past his shoulders. "Let's go Kell," demanded Hannah, dropping his back pack at his feet. "Don't catch your hair with the strap and let's hit the bus." As he reached down, he carefully swept his new locks to his back as he lifted his backpack to his right shoulder and grabbed the handle of the suitcase with his left, following Hannah from the locker room. The minute they got outside, he saw the sea of girls loading on a few buses, feeling sick to his stomach as he looked back, whispering to Holly. "But won't the other girls know I'm not Kelly," asked Walter, trying one last time to get out of the trip. "Only the three girls staying with us, April, Nina, and Lucy know and they've been briefed on everything," said Holly, whispering back as she now tossed a navy purse on his shoulder. "Now get on the bus and you'll be sitting next to April today. Besides us, she'll take good care of our lovely Kelly." He could see the large smiles and evil grins on the faces of the three girls as they all hugged each other outside the bus. He stored his luggage underneath and followed the others towards the back as Holly had taken charge of attendance. Mrs. Sanchez and the other girls seemed to pay him no mind as they sat at attention in their seats before finally pulling out on the road. He slumped, looking out the window as they pulled away, barely able to function from all the chatter and his frazzled nerves. "Don't worry Kelly," whispered April. "I'll be there for you, and I'm pretty sure this will be more fun for both of us than either of us could have imagined. Here let me help you get your coat off." "I hope so," said Walker softly as she pulled out his arms and he slid it off. "Just don't touch the hat." "Yes I know, Hannah warned me about that," said April, dropping his coat over his lap. "And there's no doubt about the fun part. I can't wait to begin my practice session. Hope you don't mind if I just check the inventory." "The ....!" squealed Walter as April had slid her hand under the coat on his lap, giving a quick squeeze under his skirt. "Wwwhhhhaaattttt!" "Ssssshhh," said Holly, spinning around from the seat in front of them as she saw April yank her hand away and they looked up, seeing Mrs. Sanchez coming to the back. "Miss McDermott, correct?" asked Mrs. Sanchez, looking at the seating chart "Yes," replied Walter, slumping down, answering in a mousey voice. "Chatter is fine Miss McDermott, but I will not have any squealing or disturbances. Is that understood, young lady?" Mrs. Sanchez ordered. "Yes," said Walter meekly. "Good! Consider this your warning, missie," said Mrs. Sanchez, making some notes on her chart. "First stop in one hour girls. Now let's all settle down."

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This story involves Domination, BDSM, face sitting, lesbians, group, etc enjoy!This little story is about me meeting a girl named Madison; she’s 19 years old. She moved to Ireland with her mother and step sister Brittany, they were from America and came here since their mother had some love problems and needed work. Madison is bisexual and single, Brittany was also bisexual but is in a lesbian relationship with her best friend Abby, and they practically lived together.She moved into my town and...

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A Little Irish Rose

It was a bit chilly this morning. Last night was still quite warm when we went to bed, so the window was wide open. I imagine it got its coldest around 4 AM, but now, at 6:30, I had to pee and that's what woke me up enough to be aware of it. I still had my personal body warmer, Susie, but my comforter had gone back into the Robinson's box and was sitting in its summer home in the attic somewhere. Thanks to global warming, I'd been able to get by for most of the week since Congress decided...

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My Wild Irish Rose

My name is Roman Anthony McMasters. Yeah, Mom went a little over the top when she named me, but my brothers and sister all got it too. My oldest brother is Achilles, my younger brother is Octavius and my sister was actually given the name Cleopatra, but she goes by Cleo, wouldn't you? Born with a name like that either makes you stronger, or gets you beat up as a kid. I grew out of the resentment, and I decided to focus on my studies. I'd often say, "You can call me Tony" right after...

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The Irish Curse 2

The Irish Curse By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Part Two "Sorry," April whispered, holding her hand over her mouth, giggling. "I just can hardly wait." "I see that," replied Walter, rolling his eyes as he stared out the window. It was pretty quiet as the girls chatted and listened to music with their headphones on. Walter just day dreamed, trying to think of the positive things of being with the girls until finally the bus stopped. "Ok girls, single file please into...

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The Irish Rose

She looked beautiful. I had always known I was with the most gorgeous lady in the entire world, but tonight she was especially radiant. Lisa had been waiting for my arrival at the Hotel Regal, the five-star hotel where she was staying. Her musical career allowed her to live in such accommodations. I pulled up to the valet parking lot, slipped a tip to the valet, and walked through the revolving doors. The lobby itself was impressive. , Marble walls, pillars, a red carpet leading to the...

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The Irish Cuckoldress

"I finally got a date with her!", I shout loudly as I walk home. Of course the people around me have no idea who or what I am talking about, nor do they care. Her name is Claire and is an absolute Goddess. https://es.xhamster.com/photos/gallery/4582166/104421822She is 6 feet tall, blonde, big titts, long legs, and a body that a porn star only has. She is beyond beautiful and pretty. I have tried for months to get a date with this amazing wonder like woman but have always been rejected due to...

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Wife and Irish Exchange Student

I came into the kitchen and I was quite surprised so see my forty-seven year old MILF wife Kim embracing Kathleen. Kathleen was a stunningly beautiful red-headed Irish Exchange student who had come to live with us for the semester. Kathleen had nothing on but one of my large T-shirts which barely covered her. My wife a prominent attorney in town was all dressed up for court in a formal black business suit. I thought I saw my wife’s hand going up Kathleen’s shirt and I could swear she was...

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First Anal With My Irish Exchange Student

I woke up as usual on a Saturday morning and expected to see my boring 45 year old wife lying next to me. Instead, I looked over and realized how lucky I was. I glanced over and there was my beautiful naked Irish exchange student twenty year old Kathleen next to me with her long red hair covering the pillow and gently brushing up against her bare breasts. Then it all came back to me. Last night I was lying flat on my bed, Kathleen straddled me as she furiously rode my cock. Out of the morning...

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Fighting Irish

I was in a foul mood.I wasn’t dressed for running errands. In my opinion youdon’t run errands in black nylons, a long, black, stretchyskirt and an oversized white tunic shirt knotted at hiplevel. It helped that I wore white tennis shoes, but I stillfelt overdressed. I also hate skirts, not to mention nylons.This pair’s suspender-style; technically, crotchless. Andthey’re about a size too small. I’m full figured so thiscauses my legs to bulge over the top edge slightly. It was adetail that...

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MEGAN MY IRISH DAUGHTER

Megan O’Malley was one happy girl as she rode her school bus home. Friday, the final school day of the week and the Winter break has begun. No school again for two weeks.Even the day was perfect; unseasonably warm for December the temperature was in the low seventies with bright sunshine as her ride started.Megan’s was the last stop on the route, as they neared her home an abrupt change in the weather occurred. Through the window she watched, as the sky became a kaleidoscope of colors; first...

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Mayhem 4 Irish MistChapter 10

Okay, think of the most embarrassing situation you've ever been in and then compare it to our coming down to breakfast the next morning. Not only were we eating with one of my wives/girlfriend's mother and father but the other's aunt and uncle. I'll admit they were pretty casual about the whole thing. Mostly Seamas stared down at his plate mumbling about this or that while Betty flittered about the kitchen giving us looks like — well, I don't know what kind of looks she was giving us;...

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The Cassandra Curse

The Cassandra Curse Part 1 (Brad) "Would you like to know what it feels like to be inside of me?" she says and smiles. The woman before me is hotter than anything I ever saw outside of a porn movie. She is maybe 5ft 10" but she wears these black heels so probably about 5ft 7". She wears a classy but borderline trashy black dress low cut, thin straps that show off her slender shoulders but more importantly her tits. Her breasts are big but not cartoon big a double d at a guess but on...

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Coworkers Curse

Coworker's Curse By: Monsta It was a typical Wednesday at the office when my life suddenly got turned upside down. Nothing stood out as unusual about the day at first, it had begun as any typical workday. But then around 10:30am my coworker Carl came into my cubicle and started talking about some printer issue he was having on his computer. I was kind of busy, but he was insistent so I agreed to go over to his cubicle and help him. I reinstalled the network printer and printed...

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Friday the 13th Curse

The Curse of the Friday the 13th By Jennifer Allison As most of you know, February has a Friday the 13th during a leap year only every twenty-eight years. It all started for sixteen year-old Dean on the night of the 12th of February, 2004. When his parents came into his room and told him about the curse. Dean knew from the start something was up. The very first thing his father did upon walking into the room was that he took Dean's cell phone and made it so that Dean could not...

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Halloween Curse

Mom always said I had to learn things the hard way and she was usually right. In retrospect I had it all: I was the captain of the cheerleaders, I was dating the high school quarterback and I was at the top of my class academically. To make my blessed life even more envious to most, I come from a very wealthy family and I am very, very pretty. My long black as night hair, aqua blue eyes have gotten me the attention of many boys and men; my long legs have also been a great attention...

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The Irish Cutie and the Viking Priest

The Irish Cutie and the Viking Priest My Irish Cutie from New York will remember this well! ------------------ Standing before the Viking tent in full costume I had a great view of the crowd. Lots of people were in costume and it was plain that that beer vendors had been having a banner day as groups of revelers made their way from shop to shop and venue to venue. I pulled up the two foot cow’s horn and blew a mighty call that echoed through the village of Lesser Willy Nilly. I watched as a...

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The Luck of the Irish

It was Friday, another long week had finally come to an end. It was also, St. Patrick's Day weekend. My husband and I had plans to meet at a local tavern after work, along with our co-workers, to start the weekend.We work together, but as attorneys, we don't get the luxury of always being in the same building. Today, had been no diffrent, John got to spend the day in the office, I had been out working with women at a shelter, and than in court. We were okay with that.We decided to role play...

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First Blowjob From My Irish Exchange Student

I watched Kathleen my 19 year old red haired Irish beauty head bouncing up and down between my legs, and she sucked hungrily on my engorged cock. Who knew that four weeks ago this 19 year old virgin had never had a man before, so much as tasting a man’s cock in her sweet mouth? Kathleen had been sucking me for about five minutes now as I felt my cum rising from my dick. I moaned and arched my back as my young Kathleen realized I was cumming. Kathleen had learned her lessons well; she sucked...

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Mayhem 4 Irish MistChapter 2

I will admit I have had an entrance met with less enthusiasm before but I also have to admit those times I was being shot at. The girls were for the most part scattered around the room in no particular order I could figure out but then what I don't know about recording music could fill entire databanks. Their expressions ranged from outright disgust to mild interest with a touch of apprehension and apathy thrown in. Rachael was standing in the middle of the room surrounded by interesting...

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Mayhem 4 Irish MistChapter 6

So anyway after that just about every night my room or wherever I happen to be became the resident flop house for eighty percent of the band. They loved my collection of old 2-D "Pictures" as they called them. That didn't surprise me that much; most people today haven't seen one of the old flicks, they're not standard fare on the vid channels and until they've seen one they probably think they're all boring and flat. Flat they may be and not really suited for viewing in a holo-tank (I...

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TGS The Disregarded Curse

The Disregarded Curse A Timber Grove Story by Trinity CHAPTER -ONE- Bonnie Slanger sat in a small office biting her lower lip. She was fighting the urge to get up and walk out, all the while trying to avoid making eye contact with the trampy secretary sitting at her desk. As Bonnie glanced in her direction again, she was amazed that the Coho Resort Hotel would allow their staff to dress so provocatively. The young girl looked like she would be rather primp and proper, until...

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The Curse

The Curse By GSElvis (c) 2002 Hey, it's me. Look, I'm sorry to have woken you up. But I never would have called you in the middle of the night if it wasn't damned important. I'm going to ask you a question, and I want you to treat it as if it's the most important question anyone has ever asked you. That means no kidding around, no dodging it, no bullshit. You're the one person I know who will tell me the truth. Everyone else has gone crazy. First, though, I want you to shut up...

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Breaking the Curse

This is a partial rewrite of a story that I wrote about 2 years ago. Breaking the Curse By Morpheus "Curse it." Prince Caiden growled, pulling a bandage on his arm, disgusted by the sight of blood that soaked through. It wasn't the blood that disgusted him, just the fact that it was his own. And that it shouldn't have been. "He cheated." Caiden growled, glaring around his empty room. Just a short while earlier, Caiden had been sparring in the castle courtyard with one of the...

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The Curse

Dale thought life couldn't get any better. On his 17th birthday, his folks got him an IROC. He had clothes, money, and when he graduated his Dad was going to make him a full brother in the KKK. Dale made like awful for any black kid in his high school. The Principal was one of his Dad's best friends. Everything was going his way. Till the week Marc and Pam DeCroy enrolled in Dale's school. The DeCroys had moved to Georgia after their father's home in the French Quarters of New Orleans...

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A Different Curse

This is my first story. Please let me know if you like this format. Please remember to vote and to leave a comment. Julie Naha was 28 years old and was 5’7′. She had dark brown hair that was long and framed her face. She had brown eyes, a small nose, and medium lips. Her body wasn’t too muscular but she was fit because of her activities. Her breast was a 32B, a firm stomach area, and legs that were somewhat firm. Julie loved to do many things. She loved to hang out with her friends. She also...

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The Fattorusso Curse

This year, my senior year, I’ve had the honor to be in Mrs. Fattorusso’s class. She quickly became my favorite teacher. It took a couple months, but by May, I had become her favorite student. Unfortunately, I started to develop a massive crush on her which made it harder to pay attention in class. That’s when I began staying with Mrs. Fattorusso after school for extra help to ensure my grades wouldn’t slip. I thought it would be awful if liking a teacher was the reason why my grades dropped....

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The Curse

The Curse By S.D. Vine I wasn't really having a good time that night at the bar. Truth be told, I had been practically dragged out in the first place by my best friend Joe, who told me he was tired of me "sitting on (my) ass" every night "finding new ways to be boring." Quite frankly, if this is what qualified as being not boring, I'd rather be bored to tears. To begin with, I'm not much of a drinker, so leaving the house to go to place designed for buying and consuming alcohol...

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BtVS A Demonrsquos Curse

Buffy came home and collapsed on the bed. "Not a great night for slaying," she said to herself as she lay there in the dark room, feeling so tired she was almost sick and could throw up at any moment.This wasn’t the first night that had ended this way.Lately it seemed she was slower to vanquish the demons, and a couple of times she was dangerously close to being one dead Vampire Slayer herself. If it wasn’t for her quick thinking.'It was strange,' she thought, 'I can leave the house so full of...

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The Witchs Curse

The Witches Curse Steve Islop should have been a very happy man as he sat in his railway carriage, looking out at the scenery rushing by, as his train sped from London towards Plymouth - but he wasn't! Most young lawyers, two years qualified out of College, would have been overjoyed at the prospect of taking up an appointment with a respected provincial firm of Solicitors in a pretty market town in the middle of Devon; but Steven wasn't like most young lawyers. Two years previously...

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John the Irish Firefighter

John was a good-looking, Irish firefighter in his 50’s. He saw Jeanne’s profile and thought he would send her an email. To his surprise, she responded to it. He explained he had been a firefighter for a while, was divorced, and had two children. He also gave a physical description of himself. He had salt and pepper hair and was balding. Jeanne did not know what she thought of the baldhead since she always had liked men with lots of hair and preferably curls. One day he asked her to call him...

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Irish steam bath a true story

Together with my wife I spent a few days in a medium-sized country hotel in the Spessart, a wooded landscape in Germany not far from Frankfurt. As most of the guests book these wellness oases from Friday to Sunday noon, it was quite crowded there on Saturday and also on Sunday at the breakfast buffet, but after that, the hotel emptied visibly. As we made an extensive day hiking tour on Sunday, we were a little surprised about the now quite empty hotel when we returned in the late afternoon....

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Luck of the Irish

‘What the fuck just happened?’ The thought echoes through me like a shockwave, making my skin tingle as if lightning had just struck a nearby tree. The memories of this night have me feeling raw and exposed.I can sense her taste on my lips, and the subtle remains of her fragrance is lingering on my shirt. If not for these sensations, and the warm burn of her touch on my skin, I wouldn't believe any of it ever happened. Yet, I know it did.This is a new and exciting feeling. I want to remember it...

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First Lesbian Encounter With My Irish Neighbor on

Maureen and I had been lesbian lovers for going on three years now. As crazy as this seems we met at a PTA meeting and became friends. She had just moved here from Ireland and knew no one, but for some strange reason Maureen and I had a special attraction to each other almost instantly. We were both happily married to two great guys. We had money, nice houses, new cars and were “good girl” suburban house wives with five k**s between us. Who would guess that today we were madly in love with each...

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Irish Curse 4

The Irish Curse By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Part Four He was dying to take a break as he headed back to the room, instantly receiving some hugs from the girls as he entered. "We were all so worried," said April hugging him again. "So glad you're back, Kell." "Devin texted us a few pictures." Hannah flipped around her phone. "I guess Miss Sanchez was more pissed than we thought?" "Ya think," said Walter, tossing up his hands and then sitting down. "I'm so...

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My Tinkerbell 8211 The Irish School Teacher

Hello ISS readers. I have been a long time ISS reader, and today, I am here to share my memorable event about my Tinkerbell. I am Harsha, 33 years, and I live in Boston. I am about 5″10, fair looking and fit. Like most Indian marriages, my family forced me into an arranged marriage. I was a virgin and innocent until I was married. My sex life literally sucked as my wife had no interest in it. Though there was barely any sex, I kept my patience until 6 years of marriage. However, the biological...

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Irish Pennants

"Irish pennants" is Marine Corps lingua franka for a cardinal sin in uniform inspections. The often tiny threads so commonly disregarded in normal circumstances of civilian life become the fine line between an ordinary performance and an outstanding effort when the points are added up. This perceived meaningless exercise in nitpicking actually has intrinsic value in the training objective of teaching young American males to leave their "good enough" attitudes behind. It stresses the...

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Mayhem 4 Irish MistChapter 3

I'm pretty sure you can't die from embarrassment. At least I'm fairly sure you can't. You couldn't tell that by me right then. First off, it's embarrassing that a grown man can't even stop a ity-bitty girl who masses about half his weight (don't give me any crap about the differences between "weight" and "mass"; yes I know physics and yes I know the difference) from stripping off his shirt. True, given any other circumstances I wouldn't have minded one bit; she's a tasty little...

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Mayhem 4 Irish MistChapter 4

The next day was moving day. I've heard how being out on tour with an entertainer can seem a little like riding a tornado without a safety belt but you couldn't tell that by me. I've heard how some tours play twenty cities in twenty days but that isn't how things are done in Ireland. Time seems less important and venues aren't always open when you want them to be. We were doing 25 shows in three months and that included a two-week break in the middle to "relax." Not exactly an arduous...

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Mayhem 4 Irish MistChapter 13

Five more concerts and the tour would be over. What would come after that would be interesting. I was going to have to return to the States and get all the paperwork ready for the marriage contract. Part of it we could work out ahead of time: time limit (none), obligations to future children, allocation and definition of common property and other standard stuff like that. I sent it to a law firm specializing in civil union contract law. I'm kind of an old-fashioned guy; I know the term...

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Mayhem 4 Irish MistChapter 14

I felt like a real piece of shit but I have to admit I felt relieved when I heard it was Rachael that had been kidnapped and not one of my girls. That didn't last long though. I mean if you put my feet in hot coals and tied electrodes to my testicles you could probably get me to admit I had even started liking the little twit ― a little bit anyway. But that didn't matter. Being a kidnap victim is nobody's idea of a good time. The percentage of live retrievals is depressingly small and...

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Mayhem 4 Irish MistChapter 15

I woke up to a pair of black eyes staring into mine only centimeters away. "I must be in heaven," I whispered. "Well," Leanne replied with a slight grin on her lips. "Ah will say of all the first words ya could have when returning from the dead those certainly saved yer arse a stern talking to." "I love you," I whispered again. "I wanted to say that before they..." "Enough," she said placing a finger lightly over my lips. "We know and that's enough." Her fingers moved up to...

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Loosening Up Book 8 Decade Remembered Decade StartedChapter 34 An Irish Lass A Violation Rose

Over thirty people sat around in the core living room as the ‘class’ started. Some were seated on the floor, seating on the sofas and chairs, or even standing or leaning against some of the furniture. This was the largest Circle 101 class Dave had ever seen. Dave went around the room having each person briefly state their name and one sentence about themselves. There were quite a few new people compared to the previous session two weeks earlier. Among them were: Barbara, Marie, Luke, Zoey,...

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The Pharaohs Curse

I was watching a special about Pharaohs of Egypt, and they began talking about one in particular that I found fascinating. They showed a statue Amenhotep IV and I was surprised to see wide hips, narrow waist, and what appeared to be female breasts, on what was supposed to be a male ruler. Well, needless to say, I could see the potential for telling a grand tale of a cursed mummy who transforms victims into female followers. The following is my attempt at entertaining you, and I do...

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Sorcerers Curse

Disclaimer: You really should be 18 to read this so scram if you aren't. Sorcerer's Curse By JR Parz Given he was an only child and raised by his rich aunt, money had never been an issue with him, therefore it didn't come to any great surprise when he decided to take the summer off after he graduated UMASS with a Master's degree. One evening while he was looking for a video to rent at Blockbuster Video, his attention was drawn to a pair of young blonde beauties standing by the...

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The Reverse Curse

Some like the SRU wizard. I've sort of spun up my own version - a gypsy woman named Madam Zelda. She is sometimes helpful, sometimes nasty, and always has some gender-bending effect. I hope you like it. (My first story, entitled Fraternity Drag Ball, featured Madam Zelda. Look for her in future stories. I like her style...) I do like feedback from readers. Leave comments, or e-mail me at [email protected] ***************************************************** The...

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The Venus Curse

The Venus Curse By Lampwickxxx There was nothing in the mail for John that morning. But just as he was turning away from the door he heard a letter drop onto the mat. The postman must have forgotten it and turning back he saw a pink envelope lying on the mat. Picking it up he looked at the crisp black letters and his address. Opening it, he found a single piece of very fine paper inside, the border was gold and in old fashioned writing it had complete jargon. Metaphorsic Venus...

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18 year old curse

Becca Miller rises out of bed early one morning smacking on her alarm to shut it up, she wore a long shirt and panties to bed that's it. usually she's a late sleeper but today? It's special it's her 18th birthday, she's officially an adult now and she plans to go out before the festivities begin she picks out an outfit, a long little bit of a thin blue dress, a sexy thong she's been saving just for today, she almost passed on a bra but realized the dress was a bit see through in the light and...

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