Adventures of Kristof Marci Marcis Story pt2
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ADVENTURES OF KRISTOF AND MARCI PART I The Meeting I sat on the chair in front of the computer, wearing a tiny black swing skirt, black nylons and red high heels. Beneath the skirt I wore a little pale pink lycra thong and I was naked from the waist up, save for the chain that hung at my chest, the ends connected to each nipple by a little clip. ‘I really need to pee’ I said. ‘Mmmm. Go on then, you know you like it. I think I will, too.’ Marci responded. ‘I can just...
CrossdressingContinued… In the morning I felt Tanya stir next to me and reached across to run my fingertips over her pussy. ‘Mmmm, nothing better than a frisky woman in the morning.’ she said, reaching across to stroke me. We gently brought each other off before getting up. She led me into the bathroom and licked my pussy after I had peed, having me do the same to her, then we headed off to the kitchen for breakfast. Pouring a second mug of coffee, Tanya said ‘I have to go in and open the shop, make sure my...
ADVENTURES OF KRISTOF AND MARCI PART 2 Training As I stood outside the study, my mind was racing, the day had been pretty exciting already and it was only mid afternoon, what else was to come I wondered with excitement. After a few minutes, Marci came down and entered the study and I followed. ‘I told you to wait outside, you come in when I tell you!’ She barked. I turned to leave. ‘You seem determined to get punished…’ Marci said as I left. She left me standing outside for...
ADVENTURES OF KRISTOF AND MARCI PART 2 Training As I stood outside the study, my mind was racing, the day had been pretty exciting already and it was only mid afternoon; what else was to come I wondered with excitement. After a few minutes, Marci came down and entered the study and I followed. ‘I told you to wait outside; you come in when I tell you!’ She barked. I turned to leave. ‘You seem determined to get punished…’ Marci said as I left. ...
CrossdressingWe sipped our wine in the evening sun as Marci began to answer my question about how she had got into girl on girl loving. I will tell it from Marci’s point of view... It happened not long after my husband and I separated. I had always been curious about lesbian sex; a school friend and I had had a few fumbles in our teens, but in physical terms, that was about it. I have always loved looking at lesbian porn and I thought it might be time to take a break from men. One Friday I decided to pop...
LesbianContinued...In the morning I felt Tanya stir next to me and reached across to run my fingertips over her pussy.‘Mmmm, nothing better than a frisky woman in the morning.’ she said, reaching across to stroke me.We gently brought each other off before getting up. She led me into the bathroom and licked my pussy after I had peed, having me do the same to her, then we headed off to the kitchen for breakfast.Pouring a second mug of coffee, Tanya said ‘I have to go in and open the shop, make sure my...
LesbianIntroduction: Marci and Brittany have one last surprise for David Family Conspiracy- Chapter 5: Marcis Surprise Shes yours to do with as you please, Brittany said, just as our daughter returned. Her blonde hair was damp from the shower, appearing darker. Her skin still glistened in the light, her body looking shiny around each of her curve, as if she had oiled herself. And there were no sign of any tan lines, the whole of her skin a faint bronze, from her smooth mound, to her growing breasts....
Introduction: Marcis first experience being a submissive Family Conspiracy- Chapter 4: Marcis Awakening Let me recap briefly how I found myself in a very awkward position. A week ago, I had discovered that my daughter had been working in an adult bookstore at a glory hole. This knowledge came after I did, if youll excuse the crude humor. For a few days afterwards, I was guilt-ridden at what I had done to my daughter, and potentially to my family. However, the guilt faded and was replaced with...
I returned to work the next day and acted as if nothing was wrong. I told no one that Marci had left or that there was even a problem. That day I sat in my office with the door closed and tried to understand how any of this could have happened. I knew Marci better than anyone else in my life. She had always been honest to a fault and other than lying to me about the night she sucked that asshole, John Martin's cock in his car there was never any time that I ever suspected that she was lying...
The following is a totally fictional story. Hi, I'm Mark. I am an 18 year old crossdresser. I am a medium built guy only 5'7" 155 lbs. Last year I had the most unusual experience. My parent's friends own a house up in the mountains, about 8 hours drive away. They also have a daughter, Linda, who is a year younger than me and is very petit and cute. Her mom, Rita, is also a nice looking, medium built, MILF type. She is really good looking and is always dressed in the most...
Be Careful What You Ask For By LindaK Mark had been pestering his wife for days to do some kink play. He was a closeted cross-dresser who loved bondage, both giving and receiving. His wife, Ann had reluctantly agreed over the years to accept his dressing provided he kept it to the home. She even helped him improve 'Marci's' image through makeup advice, clothing tips and even toning down his kink clothing to outfits more suitable for a 'woman' of his age. If Ann was honest with...
Marci loved to babysit for her Uncle Bob. Mostly it was because he paid her really well, but he always made her feel good too. He always seemed to notice something about her that he commented on. Maybe it was that she was smart. Maybe it was her talent for singing. Sometimes it was about her hairdo or body. Marci had just turned fifteen and she was beginning to have strange feelings in her body. Well, it wasn't that they were so strange. It was just that they were more frequent and stronger...
I guess you could say I was a fairly regular married guy when all of this started. I had a pretty good job working at the water department for a large city, a house, and a couple of car's in the driveway. I loved my wife of six years, Marci and felt like one pretty lucky guy whenever I was with her. Marci's 5' 4" 105 pounds, a 36-C with long light brown hair and was born in Nebraska. We had met over spring break while both of us were in college. She worked at a local insurance company as a...
"Why?" I said. "I'm over her. I have no need to be around her. She's got her man. I've got my woman. What on earth could be the reasoning behind wanting to socialize with them?" "I still feel weird about this whole thing, Mick. You gave so much. You need to feel good about that at some point. I get nervous or concerned or something when I see you go pensive on me, and you do that a lot, Mick. "I don't know if socializing with them, especially her, will help in that respect; but...
On the Monday morning following our exciting Saturday afternoon with Steve, Traci and I had to return to the mundane world of work. Traci was employed as a receptionist for a large investment firm. She spent her day answering the telephone, greeting clients and getting coffee or water for everyone but herself. She wasn't thrilled about her job, but she realized that her situation was the result of her own choices. While majoring in modern dance had been fun and fulfilling, it hadn't been a...
CuckoldMarci trembled. She'd killed him. She'd actually killed him with his own gun. Marshall Whitcomb had been blackmailing her for sex for over a year. Today had been the last straw. The pictures he had were damning. That she'd lain with him that first time, fucked him, was not the issue for her. The issue was that he'd filmed it and had demanded she service him ever since. He'd taken her almost weekly since that first mistake, but today she had determined to cut him off even if he did show the...
Her father watched as she waited on the curb. She was strikingly beautiful. Wavy brunette hair cascaded down her shoulders. Large looped earrings added a sophisticated touch. The chiffon floral skirt she wore accentuated her narrow waist, her long legs and well-proportioned hips. It clung to the curves of her body. A long-sleeved black mock-turtleneck sweater couldn't conceal her generous breasts. Leather slings delicately held her modest feet in high-heeled shoes, which accentuated her...
Marci was almost in tears as she retold the story of her first experience with a glory hole. To her credit, her voice didn’t crack once during the whole story. She had just shared her first sexual experience with her own father. I took another sip of my brandy. It was time she started learning the new rules of the household. “Marci”, I started in a commanding voice, “take off your clothes”. It was not opened to discussion. I had made plans for my daughter’s life from now on, and her...
As Brent moved the plane from the hanger to the runway, Melanie suddenly felt a sense of freedom. She knew it was only temporary, but she resolved to not think about work for the whole weekend. It was a beautiful day to be flying. As the plane ascended, Marcie looked down at the patchwork quilt of the central Iowa farmland. Green crops, interspersed with yellow patches of oat crops and pastureland, spread as far as her eye could see. The engine noise made conversation difficult, but she...
My name is Marci. I have been seeing a really great guy named Jerry for two years. I stay over at his place on occasion, mostly when his step daughter is at her mother's in Washington. Jerry’s step daughter is twelve years younger than I am, and Jerry is eleven years older, so I am very much in between the two of them. Actually that’s the point of the story. Claire had told her step Dad that she liked girls, and Jerry had made an attempt at humour by answering her with, “me too!” That didn’t...
Taboo100% fiction! Chapter I (Faith’s Party) Marcie, my beautiful, beautiful 18 year old daughter, with dark brown hair as bright and glossy as a sable’s pelt, enchanting hazel eyes, the face of an angel and a budding body that would drive young men crazy; small high proud breasts, a wisp of a waist and flaring hips, a cute derriere, rounded and full, my daughter Marcie. She was smart as a whip, too, a straight A student, I was so very, very proud of her. She was my pride and joy. My wife had been...
IncestMarcie and Jane waited in the drive while Laura parked the car in her garage. The garage was just too narrow for anyone but the driver to get out of once inside. Jane was visibly nervous as they waited for Laura to let them into the house, leaning against the brick wall and adopting a phony pose while trying to look casual. She had one foot back on the wall, knee bent; leaning on one shoulder, a hand in her pocket while crouching down with her back resting against the wall—none of it looked...
In retrospect, Marcie would later admit that both her morality and common sense were on vacation when she visited Laura’s home in Boston. Marcie and Laura were closer than ever after Marcie’s experiences with men, which for the most part she enjoyed immensely. However, Marcie felt that she owed her entire sex life to her roomie since it was Laura who steered her into her first male encounter and encouraged her to try the others afterward. And with mid-terms over with, Laura offered...
Marcie & Erskine Despite her prolonged sexual activities of the previous night, Marcie was the first of the girls to wake up and after donning a tee shirt and skirt; she brushed her teeth and applied a basic application of lipstick, forgoing any of the usual foundation makeup she normally used because she was starving for something to eat. She went into the kitchen and made some coffee, poured a glass of grapefruit juice and put two slices of bread into the toaster. She was taking a...
Marcie met Aniah, the teenage daughter of the couple who lived downstairs from her on coming home from shopping. Aniah was a pretty girl; soft and curvy and bookish, a polite and soft spoken sixteen-year old with just blossoming breasts, knowing eyes and a very sensual mouth. Marcie had ogled the girl from the very first time she’d seen her. I’m not a sex addict, Marcie told herself. I like sex; nothing wrong with that. But this one’s just a kid. Oh, but I bet she’s experienced. No---no,...
The noise level increased in the living room with the kids being around more; so both Trish and I moved our work/study areas to one of the upstairs bedrooms where we could shut the door for quiet. I took one side of the room, and Trish the other. One of the side benefits of our temporary shared office space was that there was a bed in the room. The first day we were actually in the room together, I shut the door and looked at Trish. She looked at me, and we were in bed making love a minute...
They were in Marcie’s apartment. “My parents are getting suspicious, Marcie,” Aniah whined as she gnawed at a cuticle. “How so?” “I’m not sure, but I think it’s this neighbor, Mrs. Vincentia. She’s awfully nosy. She watches everything that goes on around here, so I think maybe she...” After a moment’s thought, Marcie said, “I belong to a gym. I could bring you in as my guest. There are plenty of opportunities to do whatever we want without being spied on, and if anyone asks, you’re...
Meanwhile, Marcie met with less success than Mark; having settled in at a Tampa lounge as the 9 to 2 weekly piano gig Tuesday through Saturday. Her previous work with the recording group had phased out and it was the only job available, and needing to eat, she took it. But she was also undergoing a different transition as well. Her sexual appetite was growing. Marcie had always enjoyed sex with both men and women. She had experimented along the way, at one point taking on five men at a...
Victoria-72 YR Old Hottie-Part 4; Mary & Marcie.This is part four of a series. Not sure how many parts there will be but there will be a part five.I just could not imagine what Mary could be doing that was so naughty that she deserved a spanking on our next visit. Vicky was still out of town and returning in 4 days and left me voice mails that she expected to be fucked properly upon her return or she was going to have to troll Wal-Mart for a substitute. There was no way I was going to let...
The two girls were leaving the auditorium following a rehearsal for the Fall concert the University held every October. Laura decided to tease Marcie as it was almost her favorite pastime other than sexual activity. “So technically you’re still a virgin, right, Marcie?” “What do you mean technically?” Laura laughed and said, “I mean, you ain’t been boned in your cooch. That’s what I mean.” Marcie felt the flush spreading upward and knew her face revealed her embarrassment at being put in...
Marcie was still recovering from the previous night’s celebration. Her pussy was deliciously sore and aftershocks from her many orgasms—if one could call them that—continued popping up at the most inopportune times, like when her parents were taking her to eat lunch that day. She would be graduating with honors; notwithstanding, she had not found a job as yet and sat down at her computer to continue her search for employment as a musician/pianist the moment her parents left for home. To...
One month later ... A cocktail party at developer, Hughie Jennings home, Barry Borelli, a City Councilmen and Attorney was about to explain his marriage to Mark. “Try this scotch, Newlin. It’s one of the best available; single malt, eighteen years old and I guarantee it will go down as smooth as silk.” Mark glanced at Borelli’s wife Scotia, who had a glass of white wine, and then accepted the crystal glass and took a sip. “Mmmm, you weren’t kidding. It does feel like...
Marcie was having her nails done when she realized that Aniah had apparently lost interest in men—sexually. It was true that when pressed the girl said emphatically that she liked a cock in her; but thinking back, Marcie recalled having spotted good-looking males Aniah’s age or slightly older, and calling her attention to them while pointing out their obvious attributes on several occasions. Marcie had even gone so far as to draw the teen’s attention to which side the young men had slung...
The following day Marcie acted on Gerri’s advice and found the therapist she recommended named Rudy Dersherwitz. We join them as he explains his theories on how to treat someone considered a sexual addict. “Yes, Marcie all too often the therapist focus on altering sexual behavior rather than accepting and befriending this part of themselves and learning to control it rather than having it controlling them.” His words hit her like a blow to the head. And what followed Marcie found she...
Marcie found herself back at school without her roomie, Laura. She found herself growing lonely without her best friend and lover, and eventually became bored by what was on the TV and went for a stroll. A block or so from her dorm apartment, she heard a piano being played and followed the music until she determined it was coming from a particular window on the second floor of 145 Frontis Street. An etude by Chopin was being played and played well. Marcie stopped and listened. She was still...
Aniah was a thorn, albeit a pleasant one, in Marcie’s side. She knew that sooner or later their sexual proclivities would be found out, most likely by her parents, and that would mean possible criminal charges, and at the very least, having to find another place to live. And then there was Mark. She liked him very much and hoped that something might come from meeting him. It was unbelievable how understanding he’d been when she told him about her addiction. He could have taken her that...
The following Wednesday Mark took Marcie on their first real date. The Vietnamese restaurant, Pho Cali, located at the foot of Bednarik Crossing, a half block from Coyne’s Steakhouse where Marcie played piano nightly. Marcie bought a little black dress especially for the evening. It was a little too short and a little too clingy and it cost twice what she’d intended on paying, but it was perfect for the evening she had in mind. The slinky black dress combined with black thigh highs, her only...
When Alex got home from work on Friday afternoon, he didn’t expect his fourteen year old daughter, Marcie, to be there already. Something else he never expected was to find her sunbathing nude on a beach towel on the deck at the rear of the house. It was two weeks into the girl’s summer break, and the dark-haired young beauty was already tanned a deep shade of burnt cinnamon except for the tan lines left from the bikini she wore around her mother’s house. Alex had been expecting to go pick her...
Note : This story is completely fictional! My girlfriend seemed shy and reserved when she came overt. She had been away on a family vacation to a farm upstate, and I had been alone more than a week. I thought she would fly into my arms and show me how much she had missed me, but she could only give me a simpering grin as she looked up at me through her eyelashes. She had made it past my family OK and we were in my room. This was usual practice, as the my family watched football most nights and...
IncestVisit my blog. My new cock—a gift from a naughty fairy called Bean Sidhe, but who insisted on being called B—hardened at the sight of my fourteen-year-old daughter Belinda walking into my classroom. She was in my first class after lunch, her brown hair in the cutest pigtails. She had such an innocent face, her blue eyes wide. She had inherited my breasts, and they were large, pressing at her pink babydoll t-shirt. “Hi, Mom,” she said then paused, cocking her head. “There’s something...
Melanie was concerned about her boss. She wasn't her cheerful self when she came in that morning. Throughout the morning, she occasionally heard what sounded like sniffles coming from her office. She couldn't stand it any longer. She had to see if Marcie needed her. She entered her office and closed the door. "Marcie, are you all right?" "I'm fine. I'll be o.k. Thanks." "Are you sure? You look really sad." "Oh, Melanie. I appreciate your interest but I can't talk about...
It's mid July and school is out and to earn a little extra cash I have begun tutoring a few students in need of help. So far I have been working with three students, two girls and one boy. They come to my home for two to three hours on different days to get help with thier studies. Today is Wednesday and Marcie is scheduled for the afternoon for help with her anatomy class. She has been here three times so far, but she's running late today. When she arrived I showed her in and we were getting...
When the befuddled Marcie woke up sometime around five AM in the morning, the girl from the holding tank still had her heavy leg over her hip and she could feel the pretty woman's hands resting softly on her expensive designer skirt made from the finest leather of supple texture. She felt a bit dirty but it was more from not having a proper shower before going to sleep not from any guilt from the awkward position of lesbian implications. In fact, she was glad that the person called...
Marcie did such a good job of pleasing the warden and all the other top guards that she was allowed to work in the library and not in the God-awful laundry or the machine shop where accidents were known to happen when one of the “new girls” didn’t show the proper respect or a have a good attitude for the old-timers with lots of tricks up their sleeves. She wondered why her bail hadn’t been posted yet and assumed it was just a mix-up because of the holidays. At least her indignities and her...
Everyone froze as Chandra Korrapati, the Washington High School’s principal and the mother of the fourteen-year-old student sucking on my nipple, walked into my classroom. My new girl-cock was buried to the hilt in my own daughter’s newly deflowered pussy. Fear spiked through me as the Indian woman with the same red-brown skin as her daughter closed the door behind me. She was a graceful, older woman, wearing a blue-gray pantsuit and a white, silk blouse, a necklace of pearls about her neck....
How it all started.***Javon's parents sold a company that they had started and built for years. They are now wealthy, but still want to live a normal life. He is their only child who was born later in their lives. Although spoiled as a child, his parents raised him to be a responsible adult. He and his family moved to Miami to escape the cold Chicago winters. Javon's first week was spent at a hotel right across the street from South Beach.Javon's first sexual experience was with a woman named...
MILFThe Perfect Hubby 1: Marc to Marcie By Sharon Masterman Billy was a model husband when we first got married. He did his share of the cooking and housework. He was gentle and loving in bed. And he was totally faithful. Then things changed. He stopped cooking and doing housework, and insisted I wait on him hand and foot. He became rough and aggressive in bed. And he started cheating on me. Some nights he came home late, other nights he didn't come home at all. When I...
Bang. The sound of my apartment door closing behind me made my head throb. It had been a long night with lots of booze and my hangover was in full force. Thankfully, today was a Sunday, so I didn't have to work or go anywhere. I could just go to bed and try to make the rockets exploding in my head stop their constant battle. As I stumbled my way through the apartment, I noticed the message light was blinking on my machine. I crept over to it, knowing full well that the beep before the message...
SupernaturalMark arrived at Fay’s house right at two in the afternoon. Arianna’s Mazda was out front, so he parked his Accord in the driveway. Arianna answered the door. He’d seen her at the Prom, but hadn’t really talked to her in several weeks. “Hey, loverboy,” she said, grabbing his arms. She pulled herself up on tiptoes and kissed him on the mouth. “I’ve missed you!” “Well hello to you too, Arianna,” he had to smile. It was true; Fay had told him she wanted to fuck him. He hadn’t believed her but...
"How do you want me?" Karen asked. We were both naked, and the summer breeze was caressing my balls. We first tried placing her left foot on one of the benches, and I scrunched down to line us up. I had one hand on her back and the other one on her ass, as I eased in. "What's wrong?" she asked, when I stopped. "It's not working," I said, pulling out. My need was great, but paled compared to the possibility of hurting her. Karen demonstrated that her need was just as great as mine....
Adventures with Delicious DeeDeePart 2You return to your car, placing the wooden box the receptionist on the passenger seat desperate to know what was inside, but also assuming it was a test as the box had no lock only a catch....you could just peek inside no-one would know, I would not know. You resist the temptation are start the short journey to the cabin, following the receptionist’s directions. Then your mind wonders about her, and the knowledge you did not think she should have, such as...
Javon's parents sold a company that they had started and built for years. They are now wealthy, but still want to live a normal life. He is their only child who was born later in their lives. Although spoiled as a child, his parents raised him to be a responsible adult. He and his family moved to Miami to escape the cold Chicago winters. Javon's first week was spent at a hotel right across the street from South Beach.Javon's first sexual experience was with a woman named Josie and her...
MILFIt was Thursday when Mark got the call, but it was Scotia, not Marcie. “Hi Mark, how are you?” she asked, somewhat coyly. “I’m fine, how are you?” he countered, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice. “Good, really, good” big pause. “How do you feel?” He asked sincerely. “Oh, I’m fine. Fully recovered. You were quite good at what ... um, we did together. I ached and hurt for a day or so, but nothing was damaged and in two days I was as good as new.” she said very matter of...
“Have you seen the new IT guy yet Marcie?” my friend and colleague Bianca came barreling into my office just before lunch.“As a matter of fact I have,” I started to say“I’ll bet he’s a tomcat in bed, all nerdy guys fall into one of two categories you know,”“Bianca,” I said trying to stop her.“Most of them are so grateful that you’ve paid any attention to them at all that they’re willing to eat your pussy for hours without asking for anything in return.”“Bianca,” I said again trying to stop...
Mrs. Fatima Samara I clutched my harem to me as the clock struck midnight. The year ended. A new one begin. My daughters, niece, and sister were naked, smeared in my cum. I tried to love all my pregnant women before I had to repay my debt to the futa-fairy. To Leanan Sidhe. Despite the spurting futa-jizz and the gasping orgasms, dread had permeated me all day. Now a warmth billowed through me, seizing me from beyond our world. It cradled my soul in gentle hands, drawing me away from my...
“Hey Gina.” “What, Marcie?” “I recently stumbled upon this website called CHYOA...” “Uhu...is that something you can eat?” “From a certain point of view. Its a site where authors share stories with each other. There is also a focus on choosing your own path. Basically it's like one of these Choose your own adventure books all of us read as a child.” “Do I look like a nerd to you? So it's a place for loser nerds to connect with other loser nerds, sounds perfect for you.” “Actually, there is...
The headmaster pt2I am the Gardner/caretaker it may help to understand if you have read pt1.Victoria, the Head Girl is due any second at the Pavilion. I can see her crossing the rugby pitch in the moonless night. She has her short skirt swaying as she purposely strides my way. Her boobs bounce behind her crisp white shirt as she comes up the steps.We kiss and in doing so my hands grab her bum. Before our kiss parts I have manoeuvred her skirt up so that my palms cup her beautiful bum. The fact...
431 After the passing pt2He stared hard at the images, flipping the pages, checking each image carefully Ann of Hull, Sarah of Liverpool, and Tina of kings-Lynn all leered at him as he turned the readers wives pages. That took about two minutes as laughing he picked her easily, her face more youthful and smiling but recognisably her, he then looked at the clothed body, now beside him, markedly more robust, but to him still most attractive. She was flattered that he recognised her so easily. “Do...