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Disconnections

Disconnections

- a series of stories -

by Eve Adorer

 

Disconnections - Overall Synopsis:

?Disconnections? comprises independent, and not interdependent, stories. Though not interconnected, the stories have a common theme: the ?disconnections? of the overall title. I hope you?ll enjoy them ?.

 

 

Sulina Toledo

Synopsis: A becoming mission beckons ambition.

 

Sulina Toledo ? Part ONE

Sulina Toledo sat checking her clipboard. The all-female studio audience murmured, conversing. Sopranos and contraltos sounded in spoken song. There were fifteen minutes to ?action?, and Sulina was making final checks during ?a five out? from last second micro-rehearsal.

 

Sulina was a stunningly attractive girl, and she was, rightly, proud of it. ?The blonde bombshell? was the description she was pleased to hear was most often used behind her back. ?The devil?s own bitch?, was one she shrugged off as jealously.

 

Her combination of harvest-corn-blonde hair tumbling in an incredibility of intertwining curls to below her delicious rear, dark soft brown eyes, a honey smooth and natural almond complexion, a mouth with strongly delineated seductive Cupid?s bow upper lip and provocatively pouted lower, was married with obvious intelligence in her gaze.

 

Her cheekbones were prominently high, making her calf?s eyes the compelling first focus of the onlooker?s attention, before the same poor onlooker would see and long for the mouth.

 

Although her nose was slightly longer than perfection would ideally have demanded, her face, in total composition, was decidedly more to the ?beautiful? end of the spectrum than the merely ?pretty?.

 

Nature had made Sulina looked haughty. Her self nurture had apparently done nothing to dispel nature?s mould. To those who knew the real Sulina though, there was nothing but sweet gentleness behind the case-hardened business shell.

 

If she had been sculpted as an hourglass, decidedly more ?sand? would have been needed in the top end. She was a fulsome 38D. But Sulina always dressed to cover her bosom fully. It was a concession to shyness.

 

Sulina was not for cleavage. She had two other weapons. Okay she had an ass that begged ?slap me because I taunt and haunt you?, but that was just the dream topping for the treasures that ran to ground from it.

 

Strong long and eloquently elegant, she had assiduously practiced ballet since she had worn her first diaper, and it showed in the way she flowed as she walked. If a girl could really have ?legs to die for?, Sulina?s legs would have turned the world?s nations into leaping lemmings.

 

Sulina dressed not to thrill, but to kill. She?d gotten a damned good income from the application of her intelligence to a PhD at Camford, after a Masters from Vale, and her subsequent rise to career star columnist. She could afford to buy Paris, but limited her purchases to its couture. To her, London was for millinery. And the shoes? Italian: hand crafted in Milan.

 

At least in her own mind, Sulina had an established reputation as an acerbic journalist. However, this was the first TV programme on which she had been an interviewer.

 

It was a one-off. She was only a guest presenter. But who knew where it might lead if she hit the cathode rays hard enough? ?Taking the Lid Off? was a crappy show, but hey, that?s daytime TV right? And this was just for starters: okay?

 

Make it in Ntobi the dump capital of Senabre, down here in deepest darkest Africa, and who knew?

 

Back home in the USA there were plenty of pretty girls doing regularly what she was about to do for the first time, but maybe one day soon it would be: ?move over Onara Winfee, and let Sulina have Cam 1? ? good G she couldn?t be more cruddy than old ?Windbag?, that was crap wrapped! Or so Sulina had long since concluded, in her crueller moments.

 

She was going to be a sure fire hit on this show. Sulina was hell bent on that. Controversy was what TV fed on, that and soap operas of course. But Sulina had no time for soaps, and was certainly not going to give their shite actors airtime when she got her very own full-time show.

 

Nor did she intend her show ? yes this, or something better, was going to be ?her show? one day, and no go for anything she did not want in it ? nor did she intend her show to hit the celebs trail. ?Oh so you got a ghosted book out, made a film, recorded an album, camped out on MountD?colletage for a year without leg wax??. Give me a frigging break! All that was puerile pap. Sulina wanted ?real TV? on her show. One day very soon, she was going to redefine ?real TV? in her own image.

 

The jump from printed journalism, at a mere twenty-three, had been a risk. She?d wanted risk though. She?d gotten bored at ?The Ntobi Courier?; it was so staid. Flashing her panties at Kerrerer Prachet had been the best two-seconds work she had ever done there.

 

Prachet owned forty-percent of the world?s media outlets. Sulina had always assumed Prachet had only seen the Courier in its recycled format; when she?d wiped her ass. But when Prachet had descended on ?The Ntobi Courier? for a very surprise inspection, Sulina had ensured Prachet had taken a good look ? a good long look ? at, and all the endless way up, her shapely legs. And it had worked. Prachet had ordered that Sulina join her day-tour entourage; and walk in front of course.

 

Lunch with Prachet had gotten t?te-?-t?te, and Prachet?s hands had tried to get everywhere other than where they should have been. But Sulina was used to that, and had used it to get her own way.

 

A night in Prachet?s hotel bed, and ? holy shit! Had she really?! - lying , over a champagne breakfast, about being really in love for the first time in her life - was surely not too high a price to pay for her own TV show eventually ? even if, for starters, she was just a one-off guest presenter on this one.

??????..

 

The time flew. The lights went up like twenty white suns, but hotter. Camera 2 was ogling Sulina?s expensively stockinged legs, expansively, as ?come-on candy? for the girls and women watching at home.

 

A sweet girl in her earphone, the director, whispered a high-tension: ?Twenty seconds and counting down from now Sulina!?

 

Then Sulina next heard in her ear, and tried not to be distracted by, the ever-same voiceover introduction from another sexy girl up in the director?s box: the cameras eying up Sulina?s delicately muscled thighs with the hint of stocking-top meanwhile:

 

?Ladies! Here in the heartbeat of studio 10, and for you lucky girls at home, Ntobi National 5, ?the channel with a smile?, presents: ?Taking the Lid Off?!!?

 

A banner held up away from the camera?s eye, read ?rapturous applause?. And, whilst straining to catch sight of themselves on one of the several monitors hanging above the stage on which Sulina sat, next to a presently vacant chair, the audience dutifully obliged, with accompanying cheers, mixed with occasional over-the-top, ?woops?.

 

The girl on the stage edge who had held up the banner, then put a finger to her pretty lips, to direct the audience to a lull shush?..

 

?And taking the lid off today, is the very lovely Sulina Toledo!!? the voiceover sneaked in, with perfect timing.

 

More applause was beckoned by the girl in the wings. Then she signalled another quieter spell, with an overdramatic finger on lips once more.

 

??.And Sulina?s subject is: ?The Sisters of Sisters?!!!!!? the voiceover finally called out, as if announcing the second coming, rather than yet more TV dross.

 

As the cameras continued to pan the audience for pretty faces, and those same faces turned to each other and pointed excitedly at the monitor on which they had just flashed for two seconds, and had gone by the time their prompted companion looked up, more polite studio applause followed, and the introductory theme music struggled to be heard under it.

 

Again out of camera shot, a hand held up as if stopping traffic, ordered the applause to cease. It did: instantly.

 

?And now!? said the director?s voice in Sulina?s ear.

 

?We have all seen them on the high streets and bye-streets of our cities towns and villages?? Sulina began ?.. ?They call themselves the Sisters of Sisters. I call them a fraud. They officially call themselves: ?the Order of the Wholly Virgin? not ?holy? as in ?holy cow? note you; though ?cow? might be appropriate for other reasons ? And yes they really do spell it ?wholly? with a ?w?. and an ?h?. But I say they are wholly a sham as well as wholly a fraud?? Today, we take the lid off ?the Sisters of Sisters??..?

 

Sulina was just warming to a roasting on her subject?. Polite applause caused her to pause, till it settled to silence.

 

??.I call them frauds; but I cannot call them cowardly, because they have been brave enough to send one of their number to face me here in the studio this morning. So let?s give a polite ?National 5? greeting for ?Sister Harmony?!?.?

 

Woops cheers and applause came enthusiastically from an audience dreaming of being ?on TV, with all its supposed glamour, themselves, and worshipping in its church meanwhile.

 

At this, a little look of concern flashed across Sulina?s lovely face. She had intended her introduction to turn the audience against her guest. The possibility that, if she did not choose her follow-up words carefully, she was at risk of being the St Joan in a human barbecue, had just flashed over her highly intelligent mind.

 

The creature that walked in from the wings, heading for the interviewee?s chair, looked like a babushka doll. It had the shape of a ten-pin from a bowling alley.

 

?She?, if ?she? it was - it was hard to tell - wore the vestments of the Sisters of Sisters. They were of white rubber. The head garment was a completely enveloping hood, which consequently masked the face and hair totally. The ends of this mask disappeared within the neck of the ?dress?.

 

The ?dress? had been draped over the mask, and its circular neckline clearly held the mask on the face and, presumably made a double-layer of rubber cover on the wearer?s shoulders.

 

In detail, the dress had no detail. It was formed like a drab bell. It fell from the neck to the ground all around the wearer, and had no visible joint, such as might have been provided for buttons or zip. There was in fact no other way in. The dress had a central hole for the head. It was obviously just pulled over the head till its central hole ringed the neck. There was not even a belt to give this dress womanly shape.

 

The size of the hands gave away that the wearer was a girl. They were small and pretty. At least, one could guess the hands were pretty. The all-enveloping dress had long sleeves, wider at the wrist, like those of a magician?s cape. But there was no chance of the hands? escape, as the wearer?s arms were clad in white rubber gloves that must, to best guess, have run up to her armpits within the dress.

 

The front of the mask over the face had four holes. Each of these was exactly circular and less than an inch across. There was one for each eye, one for the nostrils, and one for the mouth. But each and all of them were covered over by multi-layers of gauze, so the wearer could see out, speak out, and breath in and out, but the viewer was totally denied a look in. Either side were like holes with gauze covers for the ears to hear.

 

As Sister Harmony walked her five-foot-three to the vacant chair for the interview, it looked, for all the world, as if she were a swan on water: for there was no sign of feet let alone legs.

 

She sat decorously slowly, putting her lower legs at a slope, as if she were riding the chair sidesaddle, and then clasped her hands, thumb-within-thumb, on her lap. The consequent slight raising of her dress? hem, revealed only that she wore, what must be white rubber boots, flat with no heels.

 

Sulina had already decided her strategy. She wanted to get to her theme that all this dressing up was hooey, and that the women under such garments were just like you and I; but more crooked. She needed an armour-piercing salvo. She decided on light humour, rather than acidic derision.

 

?Sister Harmony, good morning and welcome?

 

?Good morning to you Sulina!? a sweet young voice with a touching hint of giggle responded, a little masked by the mask Sister Harmony wore.

 

?Bet you?re wearing rubber knickers under that lot: right?? Sulina queried with a look to camera that said: ?there, I?ve put the wicked question you were thinking of yourselves back home, but would never dare ask?.

 

?Ah, but wouldn?t that be telling!? Sister Harmony answered, in a lovely Irish accent, with laughing joyfulness in every word. The salvo had glanced off the armour, even before the studio audience laughed and applauded the charming nun.

 

?How do you manage to eat in that garb, for goodness sake?? Sulina tried, with a lighter tone, less suggestive of taking sides against the nun, more an attempt at ridicule by stealth: a first step that way at least.

 

?But this is just our outside robes: the familiar and comforting face we show to the loving world, Sulina. Sure, it would be a challenge to eat in this little lot wouldn?t it now?? Sister Harmony giggled, ?But if you were after drinking, you?d find that god had made straws in her wisdom?, the lovely voice of the sweet nun soothed.

 

?And back at the mission, we gets a good healthy tuck-in, with fruits and vegetables grown in our own gardens: ?the gardens of Eden? as our Abbess, Sister Mercy herself, has been known to call them.?

 

?But don?t you go letting on now that I overheard her, or poor Sister Harmony here will be in for a telling off about the size of her ears!? the charming voice all but sang with happiness.

 

The audience laughed and applause rippled.

 

This wasn?t working. The nun had the audience. If Sulina wasn?t careful, she?d be in for a metaphorical lynching by the minor multitude out just beyond the footlights.

 

She tried the light touch again.

 

?You can cross you legs if you want to?, was her next try, whilst using her own supreme dream strong long curvaceous exemplars of the finest of female lower limbs to demonstrate.

 

?Sure, but we?re not aloud? Sister Harmony answered, with a completely disarming sincerity that blew Sulina off track, ?But don?t let it stop you!? the lovely nun joked, and the audience applauded: they had fallen in love with her.

 

That tack was not going to work. Time was running out. Sulina now bid herself: ?Load the torpedoes and fire?.

 

?Sister Harmony, have they sent you here today to explain the moneys that have gone astray: the well document disappearance of charitable donations from the hard-working well-meaning public, and the less well-documented and therefore alleged but as yet unproven reappearance of those same dollars in a Swiss bank account?? Sulina barked, her lovely eyes shark, her perfect teeth threatening razors behind her soft moist lips.

 

?They have indeed?, came Sister Harmony?s surprise answer. Sulina had no answer to that answer. As sailing ships went, her sails were sagging in the doldrums: there was no wind in her spinnaker anymore.

 

?The world renowned auditors, Arnett and Yang, have agreed to inspect and audit our accounts. And, praise be, for free at that. The accusations are very grave and hurtful. We wanted the best. We?ve got the best, and they have got a completely free hand? Goodness, I do hope that wasn?t advertising Sulina?. Sure they?ll be wanting me to sell cola next if it was!? Sister Harmony laughed with love in every sweet note, as the audience cheered her on, and applauded her rather weak joke.

 

Sulina was becoming discomforted. She began to see flames nibbling away at the thus curling edges of the contract she had hoped to get for her own show. She had to find a bale out and use what she baled to save her contract too.

 

She was also becoming discomforted in another way. What was it about the contrast of her own freedom to display her manifest manifold charms in a micro-dress; and the claustrophobic imprisoning cling of the nun?s vestments, that was causing such a disturbance in Sulina?s tiny silk panties?

 

Sulina?s crossed legs tightened. An urge to squeeze her minx flexed the pronouncedly curved calves, and momentarily displayed the sweet muscles in the forefront of her long strong thighs: calf curvature and thigh muscles sculpted and cultivated by her ballet training.

 

?Your mission: the mission of the Sisters of Sisters is, as we are always given to understand, the saving of what our Victorian mothers would have called ?fallen women??, Sulina began this time, using a tone of voice inferring superior education and consequent condescension. It was yet another mistake. Without being in the least rude, Sister Harmony leaped in:

 

?Sure, a little corrective there Sulina: ?tis the poor girls reduced to prostitution that we Sisters of Sisters are here for, for to help them find a life outside the gutter to which misfortune has confined them. No heart could not break to see those poor girls, many of them also victims of the drug-taking culture rife throughout society, but not within a poor girl?s affording, unless she sell her own god-given body to other women seven nights a week three-sixty-five days a year???

 

?. The audience was spell bound. They were eating out of Sister Harmony?s gloved hand. A dozen pins could have dropped, they were so quiet and so wrapped by the lovely voice with the charming champagne bubble intonation. Sulina tried to hide her defeat behind the ?go on I?m listening? nods of her gorgeous blonde curls.

 

???And believe me, Sulina, I know how wonderful the Sisters of Sisters are, for I was once one of those poor girls: one of those ?fallen women? as you so rightly describe them?.?.

 

As Sister Harmony stopped her intensely sincere summation of the role of her mission, there was, for a long moment, absolute silence. And then the studio audience broke into sustained applause, accompanied by some out-of-place woops and whistles, as, to a girl, they stood to applaud the sweet nun.

 

The cameras now turned from Sulina, to show the audience reaction. The depth of the sincerity that reaction demonstrated, showed, in that not one woman or girl there looked at the monitors to see if their faces were being broadcast.

 

Sulina knew she had lost. She had to wind this up. She must make the best of a bad job. It was time for the soft soap once more.

 

?Sister Harmony, you have just wowed our studio audience, and, if they are anything like me, the millions of girls and women watching at home will, too, have a tear in their eye. Thank you!?

 

The applause that came next, was the punctilious punctuation for the thanks Sulina had expressed.

 

?Sister Harmony, it has been just such a wonderful experience to have you on ?Taking the Lid Off?, and I would like personally, to contribute my fee for this programme for your cause?.

 

The audience did not even seem to hear, let alone cheer this, as Sulina intended they should. It was a cynical manoeuvre she was now regretting. She covered quickly, several thousand dollars the lighter though she instantly was. To wind the show up, she returned to the light touch:

 

?How can you bear to be dressed, draped so anonymously head to toe like that? Doesn?t the girl in you long to lounge beach in a bikini?? Sulina tried.

 

?Would you believe me if I told you that to take the veil and wear the rubber is the, but the most liberating experience it is possible for any girl to ever encounter, this side of heaven itself!? Sister Harmony answered, in an intense whisper conveying such sincerity, that the audience would have signed-up for the nunnery there and then, if she had asked them.

 

?If you don?t believe me, you should try it yourself!? Sister Harmony finished, with sweet golden giggles galore as she touched Sulina gently on her hand, with her gloved fingers, to convey that she, Sulina, was not being laughed at.

 

Sulina smiled, without her eyes joining in. She had to make the best of this bad job.

 

But then ?Pulitzer Prize? and ?Nobel for literature? flashed across her mind. It would be a hell of a subject to get the inside out on. She hadn?t been planning a sabbatical, but?. Well, there might be an option here for a report or factually based novel. There were a few seconds left?..

 

?Sure. Could I get a short-term contract?? she half-joked in response.

 

?Join the novitiate. Wear the red. After a year you have the free choice. Convert to the white like little me, or go back into the outside world with our continued blessing!? Sister Harmony answered.

 

?You?ve got me won over?, Sulina found herself saying, for the sake of the audience reaction, the viewing figures, and her continued desire for a contract; and to her own almost complete surprise.

 

?Lady?s: this was Sister Harmony right here on ?Taking the Lid Off??, Sulina announced as the cameras now panned back, and the audience read and obeyed the order on the held-up placard reading: ?long strong applause?.

 

As the studio lights dimmed and the fade-out credits rolled up the home TV screens, too quickly to be read, the two people on stage, the beautiful interviewer and the white-rubber robed nun, were clearly still talking.

 

And lip-readers would not be able to see Sister Harmony say: ?If you meant that Sulina, Abbess Mercy?s door is always open, and we will welcome you with the widest of open loving arms my sweet sister.?

 

But they would have seen, Sulina Toledo answer: ?I need to get my head together on that one Sister Harmony, but I really feel as if I heard a call just now. And, whatever I decide, the blessing is on you for bringing me to the choice?.

???????..

 

Two hours later: ?Forgive me Revered Mother, for I have sinned?, a sweet Irish voice confessed in the cubicle reserved for that assignment and named from it: the nunnery?s confessional.

 

?Sweet Sister Harmony! I cannot believe for one moment that you have just robbed the Bank of Senabre!?, a kindly ?voice of reason? responded from the neighbouring box.

 

There was a moment?s silence.

 

?Tell me my child. What worries you so?? the same ?voice of reason? enquired.

 

?I did my duty at the television studio today Revered Mother. And I found I could not take my eyes off the interviewer?s; off Sulina Toledo?s legs. Even now, as I think of her, it excites me in an unforgivable way Revered Mother?, Sister Harmony whispered with a hint of tears breaking.

 

?Dear dear. You poor child?, the Abbess answered in contemplation.

 

?What should I do Revered Mother? I keep seeing her whenever I close my eyes. It makes me want to be very naughty with myself, and I fear I may have a wicked dream.?

 

?The cure for dreaming is to stay awake all night Sister Harmony?, the Abbess observed.

 

?Must it be that?? Sister Harmony asked, with an edge of resignation accompanied by anxiety in her voice.

 

?It is within my powers to order you, sweet daughter?, the Revered Mother observed, gently.

 

?I will obey without order?, Revered Mother.

 

?Then your forgiveness will be all the greater and stronger for that my child?, the Abbess concluded quietly.

???????..

 

Post midnight in the nun?s dormitory, chains chinked, beds creaked, and a girl quietly sobbed.

 

Another girl waking in a wet dream, cried out for her god to save her, but audibly came nonetheless. Her subsequent whispered prayers for forgiveness hissed sibilant across the noisy silence of a steamy African night.

 

A television camera touring the sleeping quarters, as if in a secretly filmed documentary, would first of all have set scene with the humid African night, and the full moon?s wan face. The accompanying microphones would meanwhile capture the cacophony of the nocturnal wildlife.

 

Moving in, indeed apparently flying through one of all the nunnery?s windows left open for ventilation, it would have panned or scanned over the rigid rows of individual beds. On each bed it would show an individual girl naked lying atop.

 

Focus on any one girl would show the wooden block she had for her pillow, and her wrists and ankles held out in an ?X?. She is shackled to the corners of her bed, lying on her back. Her only covering is the mosquito net. The net is for covering the bed. It covers the girl coincidentally.

 

All the girls are lying on their backs. All the beds are under mosquito net tents.

 

Several beds are completely empty. One bed, though made up for sleeping, with wooden pillow and sacking mattress, is empty.

 

Now the imaginary camera in the fictitious documentary looks for the source of the quiet sobbing: the girl missing: the cause of the one empty bed with a pillow readied.

 

It sees an open window. Nothing unusual there. It is a hot night and all the windows are open, as has already been established. But there is a light at this window and it is not that of the moon alone.

 

A shadowy figure stands obediently there. She wears her nun?s cowl covering her head, but is otherwise in her underwear. In essence, she has removed the rubber ?bell? that makes up her dress. Even so, she is still clad head to toe in rubber vestments.

 

She is clad head to toe but for two all too beautiful parts of her anatomy. Her vest is purposely designed to let her bare breasts poke through. The light the camera has seen, the light adding to moonglow, comprises two lights in fact.

 

The two soft spotlights are beamed on soft breasts. The camera finally moves close in. It has discovered whose sobs of distress are being heard. The sobs of distress other than those from the girl who has just had a wet-dream in her bed that is.

 

It moves in on the standing girl. She has her hands clasped behind her back. Her feet are slightly apart. She is there to be punished for having lascivious thoughts about the lovely reporter Sulina Toledo?s elegant legs. We can see, in the camera?s eye we can see, the girl who owns the lovely bare breasts.

 

We wonder why she sobs so. Is to be made to stand all night so great a punishment? Then we see her nipples and how hugely distended and erect they are.

 

Now we realise she is sobbing in the greater part, not because she cannot take her punishment like a girl, but because her nipples have become heavily engorged by their being engaged in the process that has caused her to spurt in her rubber knickers. Something has made her cum.

 

Has she been dreaming on her feet? Sleeping whilst standing. Has he been seeing Sulina Toledo?s inspirationally erotic legs before her minds eye? All that strength in such smooth curves: the caressing cling of those fabulously lucky stockings: the hint of stocking top at the hem of Sulina?s dress: the hem atop those powerful perfectly smooth thighs?

 

Yes and yes. Yes and also. The ?also? that has made the girl cum we now see. The girl?s bare breasts are a sea awash with crawling insects. She bears the horror of their repeated and constant bites.

 

She sobs as they suck blood from her bare breasts and nipples.

 

She is voluntarily saving her companions from these insects.

 

These insects are her punishment for admiring Sulina Toledo?s beautiful legs.

 

Sister Harmony?s bare breasts and nipples are being, all but eaten alive, by hundreds upon thousands of mosquitoes.

 

Disconnections

- a series of stories -

by Eve Adorer

 

Disconnections - Overall Synopsis:

?Disconnections? comprises independent, and not interdependent, stories. Though not interconnected, the stories have a common theme: the ?disconnections? of the overall title. I hope you?ll enjoy them ?.

 

 

Sulina Toledo

Synopsis: A becoming mission beckons ambition.

 

Sulina Toledo ? Part ONE

Sulina Toledo sat checking her clipboard. The all-female studio audience murmured, conversing. Sopranos and contraltos sounded in spoken song. There were fifteen minutes to ?action?, and Sulina was making final checks during ?a five out? from last second micro-rehearsal.

 

Sulina was a stunningly attractive girl, and she was, rightly, proud of it. ?The blonde bombshell? was the description she was pleased to hear was most often used behind her back. ?The devil?s own bitch?, was one she shrugged off as jealously.

 

Her combination of harvest-corn-blonde hair tumbling in an incredibility of intertwining curls to below her delicious rear, dark soft brown eyes, a honey smooth and natural almond complexion, a mouth with strongly delineated seductive Cupid?s bow upper lip and provocatively pouted lower, was married with obvious intelligence in her gaze.

 

Her cheekbones were prominently high, making her calf?s eyes the compelling first focus of the onlooker?s attention, before the same poor onlooker would see and long for the mouth.

 

Although her nose was slightly longer than perfection would ideally have demanded, her face, in total composition, was decidedly more to the ?beautiful? end of the spectrum than the merely ?pretty?.

 

Nature had made Sulina looked haughty. Her self nurture had apparently done nothing to dispel nature?s mould. To those who knew the real Sulina though, there was nothing but sweet gentleness behind the case-hardened business shell.

 

If she had been sculpted as an hourglass, decidedly more ?sand? would have been needed in the top end. She was a fulsome 38D. But Sulina always dressed to cover her bosom fully. It was a concession to shyness.

 

Sulina was not for cleavage. She had two other weapons. Okay she had an ass that begged ?slap me because I taunt and haunt you?, but that was just the dream topping for the treasures that ran to ground from it.

 

Strong long and eloquently elegant, she had assiduously practiced ballet since she had worn her first diaper, and it showed in the way she flowed as she walked. If a girl could really have ?legs to die for?, Sulina?s legs would have turned the world?s nations into leaping lemmings.

 

Sulina dressed not to thrill, but to kill. She?d gotten a damned good income from the application of her intelligence to a PhD at Camford, after a Masters from Vale, and her subsequent rise to career star columnist. She could afford to buy Paris, but limited her purchases to its couture. To her, London was for millinery. And the shoes? Italian: hand crafted in Milan.

 

At least in her own mind, Sulina had an established reputation as an acerbic journalist. However, this was the first TV programme on which she had been an interviewer.

 

It was a one-off. She was only a guest presenter. But who knew where it might lead if she hit the cathode rays hard enough? ?Taking the Lid Off? was a crappy show, but hey, that?s daytime TV right? And this was just for starters: okay?

 

Make it in Ntobi the dump capital of Senabre, down here in deepest darkest Africa, and who knew?

 

Back home in the USA there were plenty of pretty girls doing regularly what she was about to do for the first time, but maybe one day soon it would be: ?move over Onara Winfee, and let Sulina have Cam 1? ? good G she couldn?t be more cruddy than old ?Windbag?, that was crap wrapped! Or so Sulina had long since concluded, in her crueller moments.

 

She was going to be a sure fire hit on this show. Sulina was hell bent on that. Controversy was what TV fed on, that and soap operas of course. But Sulina had no time for soaps, and was certainly not going to give their shite actors airtime when she got her very own full-time show.

 

Nor did she intend her show ? yes this, or something better, was going to be ?her show? one day, and no go for anything she did not want in it ? nor did she intend her show to hit the celebs trail. ?Oh so you got a ghosted book out, made a film, recorded an album, camped out on MountD?colletage for a year without leg wax??. Give me a frigging break! All that was puerile pap. Sulina wanted ?real TV? on her show. One day very soon, she was going to redefine ?real TV? in her own image.

 

The jump from printed journalism, at a mere twenty-three, had been a risk. She?d wanted risk though. She?d gotten bored at ?The Ntobi Courier?; it was so staid. Flashing her panties at Kerrerer Prachet had been the best two-seconds work she had ever done there.

 

Prachet owned forty-percent of the world?s media outlets. Sulina had always assumed Prachet had only seen the Courier in its recycled format; when she?d wiped her ass. But when Prachet had descended on ?The Ntobi Courier? for a very surprise inspection, Sulina had ensured Prachet had taken a good look ? a good long look ? at, and all the endless way up, her shapely legs. And it had worked. Prachet had ordered that Sulina join her day-tour entourage; and walk in front of course.

 

Lunch with Prachet had gotten t?te-?-t?te, and Prachet?s hands had tried to get everywhere other than where they should have been. But Sulina was used to that, and had used it to get her own way.

 

A night in Prachet?s hotel bed, and ? holy shit! Had she really?! - lying , over a champagne breakfast, about being really in love for the first time in her life - was surely not too high a price to pay for her own TV show eventually ? even if, for starters, she was just a one-off guest presenter on this one.

??????..

 

The time flew. The lights went up like twenty white suns, but hotter. Camera 2 was ogling Sulina?s expensively stockinged legs, expansively, as ?come-on candy? for the girls and women watching at home.

 

A sweet girl in her earphone, the director, whispered a high-tension: ?Twenty seconds and counting down from now Sulina!?

 

Then Sulina next heard in her ear, and tried not to be distracted by, the ever-same voiceover introduction from another sexy girl up in the director?s box: the cameras eying up Sulina?s delicately muscled thighs with the hint of stocking-top meanwhile:

 

?Ladies! Here in the heartbeat of studio 10, and for you lucky girls at home, Ntobi National 5, ?the channel with a smile?, presents: ?Taking the Lid Off?!!?

 

A banner held up away from the camera?s eye, read ?rapturous applause?. And, whilst straining to catch sight of themselves on one of the several monitors hanging above the stage on which Sulina sat, next to a presently vacant chair, the audience dutifully obliged, with accompanying cheers, mixed with occasional over-the-top, ?woops?.

 

The girl on the stage edge who had held up the banner, then put a finger to her pretty lips, to direct the audience to a lull shush?..

 

?And taking the lid off today, is the very lovely Sulina Toledo!!? the voiceover sneaked in, with perfect timing.

 

More applause was beckoned by the girl in the wings. Then she signalled another quieter spell, with an overdramatic finger on lips once more.

 

??.And Sulina?s subject is: ?The Sisters of Sisters?!!!!!? the voiceover finally called out, as if announcing the second coming, rather than yet more TV dross.

 

As the cameras continued to pan the audience for pretty faces, and those same faces turned to each other and pointed excitedly at the monitor on which they had just flashed for two seconds, and had gone by the time their prompted companion looked up, more polite studio applause followed, and the introductory theme music struggled to be heard under it.

 

Again out of camera shot, a hand held up as if stopping traffic, ordered the applause to cease. It did: instantly.

 

?And now!? said the director?s voice in Sulina?s ear.

 

?We have all seen them on the high streets and bye-streets of our cities towns and villages?? Sulina began ?.. ?They call themselves the Sisters of Sisters. I call them a fraud. They officially call themselves: ?the Order of the Wholly Virgin? not ?holy? as in ?holy cow? note you; though ?cow? might be appropriate for other reasons ? And yes they really do spell it ?wholly? with a ?w?. and an ?h?. But I say they are wholly a sham as well as wholly a fraud?? Today, we take the lid off ?the Sisters of Sisters??..?

 

Sulina was just warming to a roasting on her subject?. Polite applause caused her to pause, till it settled to silence.

 

??.I call them frauds; but I cannot call them cowardly, because they have been brave enough to send one of their number to face me here in the studio this morning. So let?s give a polite ?National 5? greeting for ?Sister Harmony?!?.?

 

Woops cheers and applause came enthusiastically from an audience dreaming of being ?on TV, with all its supposed glamour, themselves, and worshipping in its church meanwhile.

 

At this, a little look of concern flashed across Sulina?s lovely face. She had intended her introduction to turn the audience against her guest. The possibility that, if she did not choose her follow-up words carefully, she was at risk of being the St Joan in a human barbecue, had just flashed over her highly intelligent mind.

 

The creature that walked in from the wings, heading for the interviewee?s chair, looked like a babushka doll. It had the shape of a ten-pin from a bowling alley.

 

?She?, if ?she? it was - it was hard to tell - wore the vestments of the Sisters of Sisters. They were of white rubber. The head garment was a completely enveloping hood, which consequently masked the face and hair totally. The ends of this mask disappeared within the neck of the ?dress?.

 

The ?dress? had been draped over the mask, and its circular neckline clearly held the mask on the face and, presumably made a double-layer of rubber cover on the wearer?s shoulders.

 

In detail, the dress had no detail. It was formed like a drab bell. It fell from the neck to the ground all around the wearer, and had no visible joint, such as might have been provided for buttons or zip. There was in fact no other way in. The dress had a central hole for the head. It was obviously just pulled over the head till its central hole ringed the neck. There was not even a belt to give this dress womanly shape.

 

The size of the hands gave away that the wearer was a girl. They were small and pretty. At least, one could guess the hands were pretty. The all-enveloping dress had long sleeves, wider at the wrist, like those of a magician?s cape. But there was no chance of the hands? escape, as the wearer?s arms were clad in white rubber gloves that must, to best guess, have run up to her armpits within the dress.

 

The front of the mask over the face had four holes. Each of these was exactly circular and less than an inch across. There was one for each eye, one for the nostrils, and one for the mouth. But each and all of them were covered over by multi-layers of gauze, so the wearer could see out, speak out, and breath in and out, but the viewer was totally denied a look in. Either side were like holes with gauze covers for the ears to hear.

 

As Sister Harmony walked her five-foot-three to the vacant chair for the interview, it looked, for all the world, as if she were a swan on water: for there was no sign of feet let alone legs.

 

She sat decorously slowly, putting her lower legs at a slope, as if she were riding the chair sidesaddle, and then clasped her hands, thumb-within-thumb, on her lap. The consequent slight raising of her dress? hem, revealed only that she wore, what must be white rubber boots, flat with no heels.

 

Sulina had already decided her strategy. She wanted to get to her theme that all this dressing up was hooey, and that the women under such garments were just like you and I; but more crooked. She needed an armour-piercing salvo. She decided on light humour, rather than acidic derision.

 

?Sister Harmony, good morning and welcome?

 

?Good morning to you Sulina!? a sweet young voice with a touching hint of giggle responded, a little masked by the mask Sister Harmony wore.

 

?Bet you?re wearing rubber knickers under that lot: right?? Sulina queried with a look to camera that said: ?there, I?ve put the wicked question you were thinking of yourselves back home, but would never dare ask?.

 

?Ah, but wouldn?t that be telling!? Sister Harmony answered, in a lovely Irish accent, with laughing joyfulness in every word. The salvo had glanced off the armour, even before the studio audience laughed and applauded the charming nun.

 

?How do you manage to eat in that garb, for goodness sake?? Sulina tried, with a lighter tone, less suggestive of taking sides against the nun, more an attempt at ridicule by stealth: a first step that way at least.

 

?But this is just our outside robes: the familiar and comforting face we show to the loving world, Sulina. Sure, it would be a challenge to eat in this little lot wouldn?t it now?? Sister Harmony giggled, ?But if you were after drinking, you?d find that god had made straws in her wisdom?, the lovely voice of the sweet nun soothed.

 

?And back at the mission, we gets a good healthy tuck-in, with fruits and vegetables grown in our own gardens: ?the gardens of Eden? as our Abbess, Sister Mercy herself, has been known to call them.?

 

?But don?t you go letting on now that I overheard her, or poor Sister Harmony here will be in for a telling off about the size of her ears!? the charming voice all but sang with happiness.

 

The audience laughed and applause rippled.

 

This wasn?t working. The nun had the audience. If Sulina wasn?t careful, she?d be in for a metaphorical lynching by the minor multitude out just beyond the footlights.

 

She tried the light touch again.

 

?You can cross you legs if you want to?, was her next try, whilst using her own supreme dream strong long curvaceous exemplars of the finest of female lower limbs to demonstrate.

 

?Sure, but we?re not aloud? Sister Harmony answered, with a completely disarming sincerity that blew Sulina off track, ?But don?t let it stop you!? the lovely nun joked, and the audience applauded: they had fallen in love with her.

 

That tack was not going to work. Time was running out. Sulina now bid herself: ?Load the torpedoes and fire?.

 

?Sister Harmony, have they sent you here today to explain the moneys that have gone astray: the well document disappearance of charitable donations from the hard-working well-meaning public, and the less well-documented and therefore alleged but as yet unproven reappearance of those same dollars in a Swiss bank account?? Sulina barked, her lovely eyes shark, her perfect teeth threatening razors behind her soft moist lips.

 

?They have indeed?, came Sister Harmony?s surprise answer. Sulina had no answer to that answer. As sailing ships went, her sails were sagging in the doldrums: there was no wind in her spinnaker anymore.

 

?The world renowned auditors, Arnett and Yang, have agreed to inspect and audit our accounts. And, praise be, for free at that. The accusations are very grave and hurtful. We wanted the best. We?ve got the best, and they have got a completely free hand? Goodness, I do hope that wasn?t advertising Sulina?. Sure they?ll be wanting me to sell cola next if it was!? Sister Harmony laughed with love in every sweet note, as the audience cheered her on, and applauded her rather weak joke.

 

Sulina was becoming discomforted. She began to see flames nibbling away at the thus curling edges of the contract she had hoped to get for her own show. She had to find a bale out and use what she baled to save her contract too.

 

She was also becoming discomforted in another way. What was it about the contrast of her own freedom to display her manifest manifold charms in a micro-dress; and the claustrophobic imprisoning cling of the nun?s vestments, that was causing such a disturbance in Sulina?s tiny silk panties?

 

Sulina?s crossed legs tightened. An urge to squeeze her minx flexed the pronouncedly curved calves, and momentarily displayed the sweet muscles in the forefront of her long strong thighs: calf curvature and thigh muscles sculpted and cultivated by her ballet training.

 

?Your mission: the mission of the Sisters of Sisters is, as we are always given to understand, the saving of what our Victorian mothers would have called ?fallen women??, Sulina began this time, using a tone of voice inferring superior education and consequent condescension. It was yet another mistake. Without being in the least rude, Sister Harmony leaped in:

 

?Sure, a little corrective there Sulina: ?tis the poor girls reduced to prostitution that we Sisters of Sisters are here for, for to help them find a life outside the gutter to which misfortune has confined them. No heart could not break to see those poor girls, many of them also victims of the drug-taking culture rife throughout society, but not within a poor girl?s affording, unless she sell her own god-given body to other women seven nights a week three-sixty-five days a year???

 

?. The audience was spell bound. They were eating out of Sister Harmony?s gloved hand. A dozen pins could have dropped, they were so quiet and so wrapped by the lovely voice with the charming champagne bubble intonation. Sulina tried to hide her defeat behind the ?go on I?m listening? nods of her gorgeous blonde curls.

 

???And believe me, Sulina, I know how wonderful the Sisters of Sisters are, for I was once one of those poor girls: one of those ?fallen women? as you so rightly describe them?.?.

 

As Sister Harmony stopped her intensely sincere summation of the role of her mission, there was, for a long moment, absolute silence. And then the studio audience broke into sustained applause, accompanied by some out-of-place woops and whistles, as, to a girl, they stood to applaud the sweet nun.

 

The cameras now turned from Sulina, to show the audience reaction. The depth of the sincerity that reaction demonstrated, showed, in that not one woman or girl there looked at the monitors to see if their faces were being broadcast.

 

Sulina knew she had lost. She had to wind this up. She must make the best of a bad job. It was time for the soft soap once more.

 

?Sister Harmony, you have just wowed our studio audience, and, if they are anything like me, the millions of girls and women watching at home will, too, have a tear in their eye. Thank you!?

 

The applause that came next, was the punctilious punctuation for the thanks Sulina had expressed.

 

?Sister Harmony, it has been just such a wonderful experience to have you on ?Taking the Lid Off?, and I would like personally, to contribute my fee for this programme for your cause?.

 

The audience did not even seem to hear, let alone cheer this, as Sulina intended they should. It was a cynical manoeuvre she was now regretting. She covered quickly, several thousand dollars the lighter though she instantly was. To wind the show up, she returned to the light touch:

 

?How can you bear to be dressed, draped so anonymously head to toe like that? Doesn?t the girl in you long to lounge beach in a bikini?? Sulina tried.

 

?Would you believe me if I told you that to take the veil and wear the rubber is the, but the most liberating experience it is possible for any girl to ever encounter, this side of heaven itself!? Sister Harmony answered, in an intense whisper conveying such sincerity, that the audience would have signed-up for the nunnery there and then, if she had asked them.

 

?If you don?t believe me, you should try it yourself!? Sister Harmony finished, with sweet golden giggles galore as she touched Sulina gently on her hand, with her gloved fingers, to convey that she, Sulina, was not being laughed at.

 

Sulina smiled, without her eyes joining in. She had to make the best of this bad job.

 

But then ?Pulitzer Prize? and ?Nobel for literature? flashed across her mind. It would be a hell of a subject to get the inside out on. She hadn?t been planning a sabbatical, but?. Well, there might be an option here for a report or factually based novel. There were a few seconds left?..

 

?Sure. Could I get a short-term contract?? she half-joked in response.

 

?Join the novitiate. Wear the red. After a year you have the free choice. Convert to the white like little me, or go back into the outside world with our continued blessing!? Sister Harmony answered.

 

?You?ve got me won over?, Sulina found herself saying, for the sake of the audience reaction, the viewing figures, and her continued desire for a contract; and to her own almost complete surprise.

 

?Lady?s: this was Sister Harmony right here on ?Taking the Lid Off??, Sulina announced as the cameras now panned back, and the audience read and obeyed the order on the held-up placard reading: ?long strong applause?.

 

As the studio lights dimmed and the fade-out credits rolled up the home TV screens, too quickly to be read, the two people on stage, the beautiful interviewer and the white-rubber robed nun, were clearly still talking.

 

And lip-readers would not be able to see Sister Harmony say: ?If you meant that Sulina, Abbess Mercy?s door is always open, and we will welcome you with the widest of open loving arms my sweet sister.?

 

But they would have seen, Sulina Toledo answer: ?I need to get my head together on that one Sister Harmony, but I really feel as if I heard a call just now. And, whatever I decide, the blessing is on you for bringing me to the choice?.

???????..

 

Two hours later: ?Forgive me Revered Mother, for I have sinned?, a sweet Irish voice confessed in the cubicle reserved for that assignment and named from it: the nunnery?s confessional.

 

?Sweet Sister Harmony! I cannot believe for one moment that you have just robbed the Bank of Senabre!?, a kindly ?voice of reason? responded from the neighbouring box.

 

There was a moment?s silence.

 

?Tell me my child. What worries you so?? the same ?voice of reason? enquired.

 

?I did my duty at the television studio today Revered Mother. And I found I could not take my eyes off the interviewer?s; off Sulina Toledo?s legs. Even now, as I think of her, it excites me in an unforgivable way Revered Mother?, Sister Harmony whispered with a hint of tears breaking.

 

?Dear dear. You poor child?, the Abbess answered in contemplation.

 

?What should I do Revered Mother? I keep seeing her whenever I close my eyes. It makes me want to be very naughty with myself, and I fear I may have a wicked dream.?

 

?The cure for dreaming is to stay awake all night Sister Harmony?, the Abbess observed.

 

?Must it be that?? Sister Harmony asked, with an edge of resignation accompanied by anxiety in her voice.

 

?It is within my powers to order you, sweet daughter?, the Revered Mother observed, gently.

 

?I will obey without order?, Revered Mother.

 

?Then your forgiveness will be all the greater and stronger for that my child?, the Abbess concluded quietly.

???????..

 

Post midnight in the nun?s dormitory, chains chinked, beds creaked, and a girl quietly sobbed.

 

Another girl waking in a wet dream, cried out for her god to save her, but audibly came nonetheless. Her subsequent whispered prayers for forgiveness hissed sibilant across the noisy silence of a steamy African night.

 

A television camera touring the sleeping quarters, as if in a secretly filmed documentary, would first of all have set scene with the humid African night, and the full moon?s wan face. The accompanying microphones would meanwhile capture the cacophony of the nocturnal wildlife.

 

Moving in, indeed apparently flying through one of all the nunnery?s windows left open for ventilation, it would have panned or scanned over the rigid rows of individual beds. On each bed it would show an individual girl naked lying atop.

 

Focus on any one girl would show the wooden block she had for her pillow, and her wrists and ankles held out in an ?X?. She is shackled to the corners of her bed, lying on her back. Her only covering is the mosquito net. The net is for covering the bed. It covers the girl coincidentally.

 

All the girls are lying on their backs. All the beds are under mosquito net tents.

 

Several beds are completely empty. One bed, though made up for sleeping, with wooden pillow and sacking mattress, is empty.

 

Now the imaginary camera in the fictitious documentary looks for the source of the quiet sobbing: the girl missing: the cause of the one empty bed with a pillow readied.

 

It sees an open window. Nothing unusual there. It is a hot night and all the windows are open, as has already been established. But there is a light at this window and it is not that of the moon alone.

 

A shadowy figure stands obediently there. She wears her nun?s cowl covering her head, but is otherwise in her underwear. In essence, she has removed the rubber ?bell? that makes up her dress. Even so, she is still clad head to toe in rubber vestments.

 

She is clad head to toe but for two all too beautiful parts of her anatomy. Her vest is purposely designed to let her bare breasts poke through. The light the camera has seen, the light adding to moonglow, comprises two lights in fact.

 

The two soft spotlights are beamed on soft breasts. The camera finally moves close in. It has discovered whose sobs of distress are being heard. The sobs of distress other than those from the girl who has just had a wet-dream in her bed that is.

 

It moves in on the standing girl. She has her hands clasped behind her back. Her feet are slightly apart. She is there to be punished for having lascivious thoughts about the lovely reporter Sulina Toledo?s elegant legs. We can see, in the camera?s eye we can see, the girl who owns the lovely bare breasts.

 

We wonder why she sobs so. Is to be made to stand all night so great a punishment? Then we see her nipples and how hugely distended and erect they are.

 

Now we realise she is sobbing in the greater part, not because she cannot take her punishment like a girl, but because her nipples have become heavily engorged by their being engaged in the process that has caused her to spurt in her rubber knickers. Something has made her cum.

 

Has she been dreaming on her feet? Sleeping whilst standing. Has he been seeing Sulina Toledo?s inspirationally erotic legs before her minds eye? All that strength in such smooth curves: the caressing cling of those fabulously lucky stockings: the hint of stocking top at the hem of Sulina?s dress: the hem atop those powerful perfectly smooth thighs?

 

Yes and yes. Yes and also. The ?also? that has made the girl cum we now see. The girl?s bare breasts are a sea awash with crawling insects. She bears the horror of their repeated and constant bites.

 

She sobs as they suck blood from her bare breasts and nipples.

 

She is voluntarily saving her companions from these insects.

 

These insects are her punishment for admiring Sulina Toledo?s beautiful legs.

 

Sister Harmony?s bare breasts and nipples are being, all but eaten alive, by hundreds upon thousands of mosquitoes.

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Chris ChrissyChapter 4

"Are we going to watch that scary movie again, or did you just say all that to get me alone?" Christine said, biting her lip. "A little of both, my dear—asking them made it sound like a 'family event, ' but I remembered just how much mom got scared. For a week afterwards, she kept thinking she saw those extra large spiders everywhere. We have about 10 minutes before the movie starts, let's change for bed first, OK?" "All right, you're so sexy when you're being devious, little...

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The Aquarium

Velvet was the girl on campus and she walked around like she knew it. It was senior year at the High School, just a few weeks to a hard earned graduation close to the top of her class. That was of course a well kept secret by the milk chocolate colored cheerleader who wore her uniform to school more often than not since she could claim school spirit. Of course it didn’t hurt that the school actively encouraged the cheerleaders to wear the uniforms and she’d been sent home a few times for...

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Lady In The House Part XIII

Lady in the House ? Chapter XIII By Michele Nylons "Hang on a minute Carmel; I've got an idea," Steve exclaimed and sauntered over to where I lay curled up in a snivelling ball, may face covered in semen mixed in with my heavy makeup; my clothes dishevelled. "Lift that bitch's face for me," he said as he played with his cell phone. Carmel came over and helped me to my knees. I knelt there with my face hung...

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CuckoldSessions Aubrey Black 04102022

Aubrey is a Real Estate Agent sick of her lazy Husband who just sits around and watches TV all day but refuses to get a job. She tells him she has an important meeting with her Real Estate Agent partner to go over some figures and can he go somewhere else in the house and he says no. She asks him if he can go grab some food and he says no. Then she reminds him that he crashed her car because he’s such a bum and she’s always paying all the bills. Finally she decides to teach him a...

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Operation Final Fantasy Ch 02

Again, I’d like to thank Wolf Vixen for her amazing editing job! Also, I’d like to point out that this story does not revolve around sex, so if that is all you are looking for you may want to skip it. In addition to previous authors I mentioned last chapter, a lot of inspiration was drawn from DQS1, Rehnquist, Frozenhero1, and rpsuch, just to name a few. As for musical inspirations, I probably listened to U2 more than was healthy as I wrote this story, in particular during Chapter III. Please...

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The Choir Director Pt 3

The Choir Director Pt 3The next day Janet and I were having coffee , my husband was gone playing golf with his buddy's and my k**s were playing in the back yard. So I asked Janet how do you feel after last night? Janet said that her pussy was a little sore from the big cock of Joshua but if given the chance she would do it again in a heart beat. That's good to hear because I was hoping to get the boys together again soon so that they might fuck us in all our holes, well are you game? Oh fuck...

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The Second Time Me and my Sister Part 2

After our first sexual encounter, my sister and I tacitly decided not to talk about what had happened. It felt really weird. On the one hand, she was my sister, and all of a sudden we had ended up having sex. That wasn’t totally okay. I guess our hormones had rushed us into having this kind of contact. On the other hand, the whole experience had felt great. I had really enjoyed touching her body, her big round boobs, her ass, and her pussy. It had felt amazing banging her.I had been thinking...

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Annie and the Junk ManChapter 4

The ambient light from the windows grew brighter with dawn's twilight. Hollis opened his eyes and regarded Annie. "Good morning," he said. "Morning." "Sleep well?" "Mmm ... Never better." She swung her feet to the floor. "I gotta take my shower and get ready for school." Hollis shook his head. "I just had a flash of cognitive dissonance. I spent the night with you like that and now you have to go to school." "Help me straighten the bed." He tugged on the covers. Annie...

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In Loco ParentisChapter 11

The scheduled extractions for the remainder of the Kon Tiki's human cargo were to begin arriving at thirteen hundred hours. Tiffany found herself working with Gia at the Med Bay. She had worried that she would find herself stacking clothes in bins. "Tiffany," Gia hugged her hello. "You look so real." Breaking away, she spun Tiffany around. "God your tushy looks yummy." Gia slipped her hand under the front of Tiffany's miniskirt. "Are you permanently bare down here?" Gia massaged...

1 year ago
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I dated my professor While asleep part 2

After that horrible hangover I had when professor Galvan took some advantage of me while asleep, I avoided his class for a whole week, I was very ashamed, not because I felt his cock in my hand or because he actually used me without my consent, but because I liked it and I liked more and more every day when I remembered it.I was going for another class when I unintentionally run into the teacher in one of the hallways... He approached and greeted me like nothing had happened. He asked me if I...

3 years ago
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Summer Heat

This is my first story, let me know what you think It was mid June and the heat wave was beginning to become unbearable. Everyone was just finishing their first year of uni and Sarah and her friends decided it would be a good idea to get away from the city for a while and enjoy the heat properly. After checking out a few websites, Sarah and her best friend Josie decided to go camping and invited Amber and her boyfriend James along. They chose a beautiful secluded area that Josie said she knew...

2 years ago
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Cross Country Slut Part 3

Cross Country Slut, Part 3Once things had returned to normal – whatever the hell that was/is – we just lay there for a while in basic ‘recovery’ mode. I finally stopped shaking like hell all over and could breathe kind of normally following a lot of hugging and kissing. I found myself wondering if there would be a knock at our door; I’d been a little loud. Bill thought it was funny; he was also amazed.Yep, that had been a true multiple orgasm.I was glowing so hard that I was just tingling all...

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I introduced Kath to my sex partner it was her first cock

One Saturday while my old lady was working until 4:30 PM, Louise called me and asked if I was free? I told her I was available until 3:30 PM. She told me she had something important she wanted to talk to me about and she was sure I would want be hear it. I asked her if I should come over there or was she coming over to my house? She told me she would be coming over my house and to open the back door to the basement. She told me to be ready for a fun afternoon. When she arrived we fooled around...

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DickDrainers Nadia White Hotel Manager Doesn8217t See Too Many Black Men In This Town8230

****WARNING: THIS IS A CONSENSUAL RACEPLAY SCENE, ONE THAT CONTAINS STRONG, RACIALLY CHARGED LANGUAGE (REPEATED USE OF THE N WORD). IF SUCH CONTENT OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT WATCH****** Nadia is a hotel manager at a hotel in the middle of nowhere. Not too many visitors. So Nadia can basically do anything she want: talk on the phone, play loud music, watch sitcoms….anything. And she gettin paid for it too. Life is good. But life can always get better. Cuz on this night, in this hotel in...

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first time with younger sis

Me and my sister were home alone because mom and dad were at work and i was babysiting my sister till they got home around 7pm so after me and her ate she left up stairs and got are 10 year old sister Nickie after her nap so all 3 of use were sitting down watching some tv till i looked over and i saw Brittany fixing her bra then her boob fell out of her t shirt and that gave me a hard on so i ran up stair and waited till my boner debonertized so i was waiting in the hallway and my sister...

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Senior Year Ch 10

Bobby was distracted most of the school day Monday. All he could think about was meeting Kim after school and developing the nude pictures of her he’d taken the day before. What made his daydreams even more distracting was that he was sure more than the pictures would develop as they worked in the darkroom. Assistant Principal Doreen Ingalls was distracted, too. Although she was happy with her developing relationship with Lois Tillman, she kept thinking about Lois’s detailed description of...

3 years ago
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The Prom Part VII

As Renee slowly drifted off to sleep, she started to dream about her first few days at school. It was a little easier for her because of Sandy being there and the fact that Heather was also in a few of her classes. Some of the girls were a little stand offish at first but some of the boys were making a big fuss over her. She figured that might have been why some of the girls did not want to have much to do with her. But after a few days of this she found that a few of them actually...

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CumSwappingSis Andi Rose Maya Woulfe Sis Game

Andi Rose and her friend Maya Woulfe want to get in on the latest trend and play the games from the squid show. They give Andi’s stepbrother, Codey Steele, a security outfit to put on. Then the girls go to change into their outfits. Maya gets pretty into her role playing as she tries to ask whether pulling Codey’s dick out would help her win. Andi tells Maya to focus as she logs in to the computer to get them set up with the game. It turns out they’re playing Dalgona. The...

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Shooting Star

I awoke this morning with a sore head and a mouth that tasted of sand. I had a vague recollection about last night, but I wasn't quite sure what had happened. I tried to stretch, but bumped a barrier in the bed. Unusual, the bed's not against the wall, so I rolled over and tried to focus. As you came into focus I kind of remembered what had happened. I looked down at this vision of loveliness, you were just lying there, completely asleep and defenceless. Unfortunately you are lying on my arm...

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The Perils Of Cyber Sex

THE PERILS OF CYBER SEX This story just highlights the perils of online chats. I'm a 65 year old single guy and I live in a small block of sheltered accommodation in Bangor, North Wales. It was 2-00 in the morning and, being unable to sleep, I was lying on my bed with my lap top, surfing some of the porn sites. The pictures and videos were having the expected effect on me and I was laying there stroking my cock. Suddenly a message popped onto the screen, blocking out the video I was...

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Dreamscape II

Dreamscape 2 By Diana Kimberly Heche Part 2: Arnie and Janet One of the things I learned quickly was that Lucy Maya wore glasses. I sat on the couch surrounded by books and articles of every ilk - everything from witchcraft to little known aspects and traditions of major religions. I had been this way for days, sitting and reading almost continuously. After a few days of holding papers near the tip of my nose, it dawned on me that perhaps I should search for a pair of...

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Protection and Preservation Book 04Chapter 6

[Preservation – Janice] We got up early and hit the road trying for as direct a route as possible. We saw no sense in going to Augusta and Savannah was out of the way. We crossed the Savannah River and kept going. It took us two days of steady riding to reach Eatonton and the Rock Eagle 4-H Camp which we had enjoyed before. We used the same building as before and called in to Preservation. Jack said, "Where are you now?" I replied, "We are in the Rock Eagle 4-H Camp just north of...

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Holiday Traditions

Thank you to Linda62953 for editing this story and making it a much better read. Christmas didn't mean much to me anymore; it will never be the same. I had lost my wife Mary, earlier this year. Even though it wasn't unexpected, it still hurt like hell. After two years of chemo and dozens of trips to the doctor and stays in the hospital, Mary and I became closer. Like people have always said, 'You don't know what you have until you lose it', and it really was true. We hadn't gotten along...

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Turning from straight to bi and then gay

Another true story and not a fantasy:I was married at 25 and my wife and I had a son and then a few years later a girl. Up to that point I had never thought of men, only girls. However, when I was about 40 yrs old, my looks changed and I started to look gay. The first time I was aware of it was when I was shopping with my family and I noticed two guys giving me the eye. I had never had that happen to me before. Then people would call me a fag, pervert, queer etc and I was completely bewildered....

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Another Friday for RachaelPart 2

Fiction! Any names resembling you are pure coincidence. Please Enjoy I told Lauren about my time with Mark when I was taking her home. “Thanks for the ride Rach,” she said. “No probably, baby, I’ll call you later,” I replied. I looked at the clock on the dash board and it was now two-thirty in the morning, I was already late to be home. I rushed home in the early morning and got to my house at three. I got out of my car and opened the door to the house quietly as I could. I headed to my room to...

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Katie PunishedChapter 8 What About Charlie

The day after Charlie Ford's evening visit, Katie walked back to her car, chatting to one of the other ladies from the early morning bathing session. "I can see you are a pretty confirmed naturist, my dear!" "You what?" Katie was confused. "That lovely over all sun tan, you silly! What tropical paradise have you been to, showing the locals your special talents!!" Katie could not deceive this sweet old dear and explained herself. "You don't know who I am, do you? Well you must...

2 years ago
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The Vice

My ball crushing experience My ball crushing experienceby Aliquis I had been contemplating testing a ball crusher ? on myself.  Honestly, I have wanted to experience both the method, and the effect of this dreaded torture device. Eventually, I had a chance to do this. By coincidence, I found the name of a childhood friend in a CBT mailing list.  Since we had last met, Mark had become a doctor ? a general practitioner.  After a few faint-hearted mails we arranged a personal meeting.After a...

1 year ago
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Maris gets even

When the young man came to the door selling magazine subscriptions Maris had something else in mind. Her husband had been cheating on her and she wanted to get even. She listened to his sales pitch and said."I'll buy your damn magazines if you fuck me"The boy looked like he had been struck by lightning."What did you say?"Maris pulled her dress up so he could see her panties."I said I want you to fuck me"The kid turned three shades of red and sat on the couch beside her. She kissed him and...

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A Midsummer Afternoons Dream

The sun was shining and lovely as I strolled through the grand park nearby my house. It was a beautiful, not too hot, not too chilly, so I had packed up a decent lunch and a nice blanket and trotted over to the park into a nice secluded little grove of trees that seemed to be my space and mine alone. Laying out my blanket and munching on my food in such treasured privacy, I had spent a relaxing afternoon in warm shade of the trees watching as the sun peaked and then began to sink behind some...

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Sex With Divorcee Friend

Hi friends, I am back with a new story. For those who don’t know about me, To begin with, currently, I am 29 years old living in Pune, working in an MNC and still single, as I enjoy discreet relationships more rather than committed relationship. I do gym workout regularly so have a big strong structure, along with a gifted 7-inch thick cock. I love sex and also sharing those experiences in the form of stories. This incident happened with me about a year back in the month of Dec 2015. The story...

3 years ago
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Grits and groceries

It was a typical summer Saturday afternoon, the sun beaming down, the wind almost nonexistent, just a lazy day. I hated to get up, but I needed groceries bad, as the fridge was about bare.I dragged myself from bed and took a quick hot shower, which woke me up and sharpened my senses as well. I threw on some hoop shorts and my Piston's jersey, my Nike flip flops and headed out the door.I jumped in the ride and headed to the store. It was busy, all the parking spots filled, so I had to drive...

1 year ago
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CJs Stories Teddys Blues Bar

CJ's story that is most arousing for me so far is the first time she had sex with a black man. She had just turned twenty and in her first year of college at the University of Wisconsin in Milwaukee. Short dresses were in fashion at the time and she did not wear panty hose in those days. CJ was petite and stood just a tad over five feet talk and had long blonde hair braided into a loose ponytail. She has always maintained her tiny hard body. Her small 34A breasts stood firm and rode high on...

Interracial
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Every mother can change

Every mother can changeindian sex storyHi all I'm rahul and this is my real experiences .. ENJOYWell folks I'm 24 and from chennai city, we live in a flat and my family consists of me, my mother and my father who works in the gulf. He comes only once a year. My mom is 48 years old but I must say she does not look her age. She is very fair and 5 feet tall, 60kgs and a bit bulky with a big ass and breasts. She is damn cute and beautiful, even now when she goes to the market people stare at her,...

4 years ago
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Party Tiime 4 Krystal Watson 2

I allowed Krystal a few minutes recovery time, enjoying watching your young white body lying there on the carpet, 38DD *Y* breasts heaving & tears running down your face, trickling from your inconsistent eyes. The pleasure of taking you was immense & I felt My huge black cock twitch back into some sort of life, as I thought about having you again & then I decided that anticipation was its own pleasure, so I restrained Myself & tucked My huge black cock away.My foot in your...

2 years ago
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First Sex With Neighbor Teacher

Hello dostoo, kaya haal hay aap sub ka, umeed hay sub khairiat say ho gay or khoob khoob chdai ka maza lay rahy ho gay, Main aap sub ki chdai kahanion kay parhanay ka maza dobala kurnay ki aik choti si koshish kurnay laga hoon, its my first time so koi bhi ghulti ho to maaf kur dain Un dinnon ki baat hai jub main university kay second year main tha, humaray arros main main do female teachers unmarried akaili rahti theen, age un ki ho gi koi 40 or 42 saal aur mairi umer thi us waqt qreeb 19...

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Awakening

 It was my brother's idea to head to the beach. Something I wouldn't have agreed to normally. I hated the beach. Too hot, too sandy, and too damn boring. I would be happier holed up in my room, fucking around on my computer, but he'd insisted, saying I needed to get out of the house. Apparently, my period of moping around after being dumped by my girlfriend, Amy, was over."Andrew, do I have to do this?" I asked. "I'd rather stay home.""I know you'd rather stay home," replied Andrew. "And that's...

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Pleasures women seek

Pleasures are in fact different from where you seek them. Therefore all you women part take in a divine lust of Lesbianism. JJ Dear Readers, this is your one and only JJ with the tenth submission to ISS, I wanted to make this submission a very good one and which will be in your mind for a very long time and give you immense arousal while and after reading. Therefore I have selected a lesbian experience but at the very same time I can’t leave away those of you who like a straight sex experience...

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Fantasy Fulfilled Part 2

For various reasons it was nine months before my second visit to Matt. I booked a lunchtime appointment over a week in advance and was in turmoil the whole time. What was wrong with me? I'd done the hard part nine months earlier so couldn't understand my nerves. Maybe it was what else I wanted to do this time..... I'd decided to try and knock two more items off my fantasy list - being handcuffed and being filmed. Matt's profile stated he liked, amongst lots of other things, both "being...

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Mary

I never understood why bereaved people visited their loved one's grave frequently. Never, that is, until Christine was knocked down by a hit-and-run. They got the driver, of course; he was drunk, of course, and will spend some time 'at Her Majesty's pleasure' ... of course, but that didn't bring back the woman who was truly my 'other half'. In fact, I had frequently and sincerely referred to her as my 'better half'. Christine was a gardener; not the formal, manicured lawn, exotic...

1 year ago
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MyFirstSexTeacher Alana Cruise 23493

It’s just been one of those days for teacher Alana Cruise, and the only thing that’s going to take the stress out of her life right now is a little masturbation right at her desk after school’s out. She switches on her vibrator and starts to play with herself, but that’s when her student Rion walks in on her, reminding her that she allowed him to take his test late today. Frustrated, Professor Cruise discretely puts her sex toy away and gives Rion his test. But now she’s REALLY horny, and it...

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Demon Line

Three times we have had other countries try to invade us. We were going to be prepared if they tried again so we built the Demon Line. First it was a thousand meters of fields of grain and then a deep trench filled with water that was twenty meters across. On the other side of that was the demon line. The outside was plates of steel and then several meters of reinforced concrete. The demon line was thirty meters high with machine guns in it. On top was huge turrets that held artillery and anti...

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Knocked Out

Knocked Out - My SONIA ====================== (email [email protected] - Please send comments!!) OK I know the story line is a bit of a dream but wouldn't it be amazing if something like this did happen ...... Today was like any other day to a compulsive cross dresser apart from .... It was evening and I was walking along the footpath with my heels clicking on the paving slabs. I had my long blonde wig on and my makeup was sufficient to let me pass as a woman...

4 years ago
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Fineprint 2 RepublicChapter 6 Three is a Crowd

With nightfall came another feast, and the pack, or the village, as he could now call them, crowded the dining tables waiting for their meat. The butchers brought the freshly cooked kills, and the usual flurry of activity followed, the Borealans tearing into the platters of food with their hooked claws and sharp teeth. Ursi seemed to like the venison, savoring the soft, tender meat and taking her time to chew it, the mutton however she wolfed down with abandon, it barely touched the sides....

3 years ago
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Cuckold Hubby Ravi Sexy Wife Nisha 8211 Part 5

Thanks for the overwhelming response for the previous stories. Your mails are a tonic to me to write more. This story has previous parts which can be read at: Now continuing with the story…. I got up around 2 pm to find Nisha still in deep sleep besides me. She was still nude and I kept watching her and admiring her beauty. I then kept one hand on her boobs and started pressing it and then took my mouth near them and started sucking them alternating between pressing and sucking. Due to this...

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