My Sweet Rayne Alternate Ending
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My Sweet Rayne (Alternate ending)
by Reeb
The cold of the evening air in London on a January night was almost unbearable at times. The chilling cold penetrated deep into my bones through the layers of my uniform. As I stood at the rail terminal waiting my train to Norwich through Ipswich, my thoughts reflected over the last three months of my life. It was late January 1944 and I had just been promoted to Captain in the US Army Air Force. Along with that promotion, I was awarded the command of my own crew. You see, until then I was a co-pilot in a B-17 bomber crew of the 92 nd Bomb Group stationed at Bovingdon Airfield, near Hertfordshire. From October of 1943, I flew 14 missions over Europe, sometimes barely able to return as our crew was so shot up by German fighters or flak bursts. I saw so many ways to die at 25,000 feet above the ground it was nearly unbearable. So many airmen came and went, I wondered how I was still alive but in these times, you live for the moment. I was heading to Deopham Green Airfield to join the newly formed 452 nd Bomb Group, located just southwest of Norwich. I was given the command of my own bomber crew and would pilot a brand new bird with a mixed crew of new and veteran airman. Before my new assignment, I was given a seven day pass which I spent enjoying the sights and bars of bombed out London. On the night of January 21 st , the Germans mounted a terrible bombing raid on London. For the first time, I was on the other end of the bombing and it was indeed terrifying. “All aboard!” the conductor bellowed out as people began to file out of the train terminal and onto the train. I waited for several folks to board first as I finished my smoke when a young English lass passed in front of me. She was somewhat petite, standing only about five feet tall with this gorgeous dark raven colored shoulder length hair. As she passed me, our eyes met and I felt my heart flutter as she was absolutely the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. A soft smile formed on her pretty face as her eyes devoured my soul. I smiled back and nodded to her, “Maam.” Was all I could stammer out. I followed her onto the train, mesmerized by her voluptuous figure as she climbed the steps. Her black skirt was below her knees but it clung close to her sexy small frame. I could tell she had a very small and tight little derriere which caused my cock to stir. With the commotion of getting settled with our bags, tickets, I lost track of her and began to get prepared for the long train ride through the dark English country side. Moving down the semi-dark aisle of the train, I opened the second cabin door to my right and imagine my surprise to see the gorgeous young lady from earlier sitting all by herself. “Excuse me miss, would you mind if I join you.” I asked softly. “Um, not at all sir.” She replied gesturing me to come in. “Good evening, Captain David Morgan maam, pleasure to meet you.” I said as I extended my hand to her. As she returned her hand, “Rayne Phillips, pleasure to meet you too.” We both got comfortable in the barely lit cabin as the train began to move. Soon the steady clank of the rails was all we could hear as the train proceeded north east toward Ipswich. We made some small talk but all the while, I was so overcome by her beauty. Her eyes were deep and dark, skin was smooth and the typical pale of winter but her flowing jet black hair was unlike any I had seen. Wavy and shoulder length, framing her slim and firm jaw line up to her sexy cheek bones and small upturned nose. Her lips were full and vibrant looking. She was as pretty as any movie star of the time with looks of English royalty. She wore a rather plain black skirt with a simple white blouse. Sitting there, she crossed her legs, exposing her knees while she thumbed through a small book she was writing in, possibly her diary, she was just a picture of pure simple English beauty. There were so many pretty young ladies over here willing to do just about anything for the American fly boys dying to protect their island. I was a 23 year old six foot tall lanky gentleman from a small town just north of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I graduated from the West Point Air Academy near the top of my class in early 1943. I wasn’t the most dashing looking man but on the other hand I had no problem socializing with the young ladies while on leave in London either. I had dark brown hair, blue-green eyes and a firm ruggedly handsome face, so the ladies told me. As she jotted down things in her diary, leaning toward the small lantern in the cabin, I decided it was time to strike up a conversation or this long ride would be unbearable. As I watched those sexy lips form silent words as she wrote them down, I decided it was time to break the ice with some cordial questions. It was time to seize the moment to see if she was feeling the same feelings as I was. “So Miss Phillips, may I ask where you’re heading.” I questioned. She looked over the top of her book, her eyes once again driving a dagger of passion into my heart and said, “Well Captain Morgan, if you must know, I’m heading to Norwich to live with my aunt and uncle.” Being she was barely 20 years old, I asked “Where’s the rest of your family?” Immediately I sensed I asked a question which was difficult for her to answer as I noticed tears quickly welling up in those gorgeous eyes. “My family was killed a few nights ago as the German bombs flattened my house. I wasn’t home so I made it to a shelter but……….the others didn’t.” she replied as she began to sob. I stood up, moved over to her and sat down next to her, putting my arm around her to console her. “I’m so sorry Rayne, I shouldn’t have asked such a question. This damn war…….so much death all around us. I couldn’t imagine having to live through all these bombings.” I said as I rubbed her back as she sobbed quietly into my shoulder. She looked up at me, with our faces only inches apart, eyes filled with tears and said, “It’s alright, you didn’t know.” In that instant, my world stopped, the war was far away as she looked more beautiful than any woman had ever in my life. As we looked deep into each others eyes, we slowly moved closer as our lips touched. It was a soft passionate kiss, but I think at that moment in time, we both fell in love. We kissed passionately several times, my right arm around her and my left hand moved to her left knee. I couldn’t resist her beauty as while we kissed, my hand caressed and slowly moved up her thigh. Our kisses became more passionate, our breathing became harder as our feelings became stronger. My desires for this young English lass were building with every second. Soft caresses of the smooth insides of her thigh were arousing her immensely. I stood, locked the cabin door and she stood as I moved back over to her. With the steady rhythm of the train gliding over the rails, we began to explore and give in to our building lustful desires for each other. Without a word, looking deep into each others loving eyes, we began to slowly undress each other. We both knew that in these times or war, one has to grasp the moment or it may be your last. My fingers trembled as I slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, pulling it out from her inside her skirt. Her small fingers were doing the same to me. As her blouse slid over her shoulders and down her arms, our lips touched again as it hit the floor. Stepping back, she pulled my uniform shirt from my body and tossed it to the floor. Standing there with her breasts covered by only a thin white laced bra, I began to open the buttons on the side of her skirt. It too was soon was lying on the floor as she kicked it to the side along with her shoes. I stood back and took in her sweet young beauty. She was so small and petite, especially noticeable without her heels on. Her breasts were rather large for her small petite frame, encased in her frilly little bra. I could see her erect dark nipples pressing through the fabric, begging for my attention. As my eyes moved down, over her smooth belly, over her curved hips, my eyes looked upon the darkness of her pussy hair through her panties. She was absolutely gorgeous, simply stunning from head to toe. My cock was now stone hard and throbbing inside my slacks. Smiling with approval as she knew my desire was strong for her, she moved forward and began to open my belt, soon sliding my pants down to the floor. As she knelt slightly, pushing my pants down, my swollen shaft quickly emerged before her trapped inside my underwear. “Oh my!” she giggled as she gazed upon my hard thick rod. Soon we were both standing there in our under garments, holding each other kissing passionately, our tongues chasing each other and rubbing our aroused bodies together. My hand cupped and caressed her panty covered butt flesh as she moaned into my mouth. I moved my right hand upwards, tracing soft circles over her back as I gently unclasped her bra. I was completely taken as I stepped back and took in the glorious view of her ample breasts. They were so full and firm looking with large dark puffy nipples standing erect. As if in a trance, I watched my hands slowly reach up and cup each breast, flicking her hard nipples with my thumbs as she moaned softly. My hand slowly moved down her sides to her hips, hooking her panties and slipping them over her perfect thighs, over her knees to drop to the floor. I felt my cock twitch and ooze pre-cum as my eyes devoured every inch of her beauty. Of all the women I had been with in my young life, none were as exquisite as the woman that stood before me in the cabin of that train. It was such an erotic and sensual atmosphere. I looked into her eyes once more as we began to kiss more desperately than before, my hand running up and down her smooth back and over her firm buttocks. As we kissed, her hands pushed my underwear down, exposing my thick hard shaft which was now pressing into her belly. I felt her small hand reaching between us and softly gripping my swollen shaft. “Oh my Captain Morgan, what a nice willy you have here.” She said playfully. “I think you might have something to do with that young lady.” I mused back at her. With that flirtatious smile once again, she looked up into my eyes as I leaned forward, kissing her passionately once again. Upon breaking our kiss, still looking up into my eyes, she slowly dropped to her knees. I watched with pure lustful desire as she gripped my huge cock in her small hands, gently stroking me up and down. Without a word, her sweet lips parted as she kissed the swollen purple cock head, a trail of pre-cum was strung to her lips as she pulled away and licked it into her mouth. She began trailing her tongue gently up the bottom sensitive side and then down the side of my cock. She wrapped the full red lips around the side, cupping my shaft between her soft lips as she glided back up to the head of my cock. “Oh my god Rayne, that feels so good.” I moaned out softly. Her ruby red lips parted as she opened her mouth and took my cock, the entire length into her mouth, the head grazing the roof of her mouth and into her throat. She sucked hard as she pulled back until only the head remained in her hot mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head, making me moan out once again. Wow, this young lady knew how to suck a man’s cock. As she sucked my cock deep into her mouth once more, her small hands gently caressed and cupped my ball sack. Looking down, my cock gliding between those red lip stick covered lips was such an erotic sight to see. I will forever treasure such a sexually arousing view. As she was giving me one of the best, no, the best blow job ever, I was taking in all the sexy curves of her gorgeous body. Every flowing curve of her shoulders, her back down to the perfect heart shaped ass. Her butt was so small, tight and sweet looking. I could probably shoot tons of cum just looking at its perfect shape. I watched this extremely beautiful young lady devour every inch of my throbbing shaft. Sensing I was going to cum, she slowed to a teasing pace, driving me wild with lust. Then she gradually picked up the pace again as soon her head was bobbing up and down on my thick cock once more. I was so aroused that I swear my cock was larger than it’s ever been in my life. After several minutes of superb cock sucking, she needed me inside her as she turned around and leaned into the padded bench seat, pushing that perfect butt up it the air as if to say, take me. I could see her sweet pussy mound from behind as she arched her back to give me the perfect angle for easy penetration. “Please Captain Morgan, fuck me.” She moaned out softly through her sultry grin. “With pleasure young lady.” I said as I got on my knees behind her. I felt her small fingers reaching back between her legs, guiding my thick cock head forward, spreading her labia open. She moaned as I pushed forward and entered her for the first time. Her sweet pussy was so tight, clenching my cock hard as I pressed forward until buried inside her, my thighs pressing into her soft butt flesh. “Oh yes, fuck me, yes, fuck me please.” She moaned as my cock hit bottom. “Your wish is my command love.” I replied as I pulled my shaft out some. I pulled my shaft out until only the head was still inside her hot folds, then gripping her hips, I pushed forward, very slowly, driving her wild with desire. I was fucking her so slow, hard and deep that she was starting to tremble and shudder with sexual excitement. I could feel her juices flowing all around my thick cock. As I increased the tempo, her butt was soon bouncing off my thighs as I pounded her pussy with all my worth. She leaned her upper torso into the seat as I pulled her right hip, changing the angle, hitting new nerves to increase her pleasure. After several thrusts at that angle, I pulled her left hip and sent new waves of pleasure through her young body. Reaching around with my right hand, I stroked her erect clit, feeling my hard shaft gliding under it on each stroke inward. As my fingers caressed her clit, her moans got louder as neither of us cared if we were heard at this point. My fingertips pressed her clit harder until suddenly her body tensed up, became rigid and she started to shudder as her orgasm flooded her body. Feeling her pussy muscles gripping and convulsing around my shaft, soon sent me over the edge. I thrust forward, driving deep inside her sweet pussy as I began to shoot one, two, three, then four huge loads of white hot cum. She was moaning as I was sending my juices into her womb. I felt like I would never stop cumming, filling her and feeling our hot juices mixing together. As I pulled out of her, she turned and faced me, both of us on our knees. I looked into her eyes which were filled with pure love, as mine were for her. Dropping my head, our lips touched once more, parted as our tongues caressed and chased each other. I felt so much love for this young lady that it consumed my very soul. At that point, on my knees, I looked deep into her gorgeous eyes and said, “Will you marry me Rayne?” Her first reaction was that of shock, but quickly that smile returned to her sweet face as she replied, “Captain David Morgan………..I would love to.” The rest of our trip we got to know each other as we cuddled and talked for what felt like a lifetime. When the train arrived in Norwich, I escorted her to her aunt and uncle’s house where she introduced me as her fiancé. For the next several months, every chance I got to leave the base, I was at her side. We spent a lifetime together that late winter, spring and early summer of 1944, making love whenever we got the chance. We were married in early February and spent our honeymoon in Wales. On July 7 th , 1944, my bomb group, along with several others, sent over a thousand bombers to strike the German oil fields of Merseburg and Leuna. We all knew that these targets were some of the most heavily defended targets of the Third Reich. The flack over Leuna was said to be like flying through a black wall of smoke and metal debris. I was now a Major, promoted about a month prior after our group was honored a medal for hitting the target in very adverse weather conditions. As we were flying over France, enroute to our target in our bomber, which I aptly named “My Tainted Raynebow”, I looked at a photo of my gorgeous Lady Rayne taped to the dash panel. As with every mission, it started with a kiss to my fingertips which I placed softly on her photo. My mind drifted back to that special train ride that started it all. I loved her so much! The US Army Air Force had just increased the mission requirements to 35 missions until a crew got to go home. This was our 35 th mission and we were all on edge to get this over with. Our disappointment was enormous as we had hoped for an easy milk run over France. Leuna was going to be tough, real tough as the enemy fighter concentration was supposed to be heavy and the flack bursts were intense second to no other target. One more mission was all we needed to end our part of the war. As we got close to the target, our fighter escorts became engaged with the enemy fighters, shooting through our formations. There were bullets, tracer rounds flying everywhere, our bullets mixed with all the fighters. I watched a bomber to the left upper squadron burst into flames and roll over toward the ground. I could see several men bailing out and falling earthward until their chutes began to open. Suddenly I could see several small dots straight ahead, getting larger by the second. I knew immediately what it was as the Germans had begun a new tactic of fighting our bombers, a head-on run straight at us. I secretly hoped they would peel off and pick another bomber but they didn’t. We watched as they got closer and closer. “Bandits straight ahead!” I commanded to my gunners as we began throwing as much lead their way as we could. I could see the gun flashes as both their 7.9mm machine guns and 20mm cannons shot toward us as they got closer from their Messerschmitt ME109’s. They were about 1500 yards out, maximum range for their guns but not their cannons. We watched in horror as they got closer and closer, now less than a 1000 feet. BAM! Suddenly a 20mm cannon shell ripped through the dash panel, killing my co-pilot instantly, spraying blood throughout the cockpit. BAM! I felt my “Raynebow” shudder as another cannon shell ripped through her right inboard engine, setting it on fire. We began to quickly lose altitude as I fought to bring the plane back under control and move her back into formation. The strength of the formation, all the guns of each bomber overlapping is the only means for survival once we lose our fighter escorts. I managed to feather the right inboard engine to avoid catching on fire. We pulled back into formation as wave after wave of German fighters tore through our formation. We lost around six planes, six bomber crews of ten men each, sixty good men on our approach to our bombing target. As we neared our target, we watched the enemy fighters break off and suddenly the sky was filled with thick black puffs of smoke. The German flak bursts were so thick it looked like a black fog bank. We were beginning our bomb run so we held formation and flew directly through it. “Hang on men!” I yelled through the intercom as we were soon enveloped in black plumes of smoke. BAM! A flak bomb burst just off our left side, sending shards of metal, tearing thru our plane, luckily not hitting anything vital or even one of the surviving crew. We all were just hanging on, praying to make it through this one last mission. As we approached our primary target, we found Merseburg obscured by clouds so we veered southeast toward Leuna, our secondary target. In just minutes, we were over Leuna, which was heavily defended by flak, probably the most intense over any target we had seen. “Bombardier, the plane is yours!” I commanded as we were on the final bomb run approach. Our plane shuddered, bounced and jolted as we luckily made our way through the intense flak. I watched another bomber to our upper right this time, take a direct hit by flak, exploding, killing all on board. I waited for what seemed like hours, but only seconds, until I heard the bombardier shout the words, “Bombs away!” All the bombers keyed off the lead bomber and dropped our bombs in unison. It was a spectacular sight but now, we were flying for ourselves. Our job was done, bombs dropped, now it was on us to get home. In a tight formation, we began a slow turn south, banking until we were heading west, toward England. As the flak dissipated, we knew the fighters would be jumping us again soon. It seemed as though we only had half the planes we started out with, as our loses were heavy so far. We had lost close to thirty planes and the squadron was broken the three separate groups. We worked hard to tighten our formation before the fighters jumped us again. “Alright men, keep your eyes open. They’ll be coming down out of the sun!” I gave a stern command. Almost like our prayers were answered, we saw several groups of our new fighters, P-51 Mustang’s climbing to intercept the German fighters. As we headed for home, we watched in amazement at the skill of our fighter pilots as they riddled the enemy fighters until they dove for the deck and ran for home. Our flight back was nearly uneventful as my thoughts were filled with joy, our last mission was almost over. I thought of my sweet lady Rayne and how we would spend the rest of our lives together. As I could see the English Channel approaching, my heart rate quickened and my nerves were heightened. VAROOM! The plane shuddered as the left outboard engine caught fire. We were pushing the remaining three engines so hard to keep up with the formation until finally one let go. Now with only two engines remaining, our chances of climbing over the cliffs of the English coast, were going to be tough. We began to lose altitude quickly as we could see the white cliffs approaching. “Men, we gotta lighten our load. Toss anything and everything out that’s not bolted down!” I yelled out. As the crew threw out everything, guns, ammunition, we all held our collective breaths as we could see the cliffs approaching. With a groan of the two remaining engines, we cleared the cliffs by less than 200 feet. Heading northward, we homed in on our base. The rest of the group had landed before us as we cleared the trees at the end of the runway and abruptly set down. Oh my God, we made it, we really made it, I thought as we rolled to a stop. I looked to my right and thought, everyone but my co-pilot, whose lower body was still strapped in his seat. I felt a tear rolling down my cheek as I looked at what remained of his torn body. Looking out the left side of the windshield, I could see what looked like hundreds of people and vehicles coming toward us. As I sat and watched, unbuckling, I saw an Army Air Corp officer’s vehicle pulling up close. Stepping out of the vehicle was my lovely lady Rayne with the group commander. As I climbed out from below the plane, the men congratulating each other, I knelt down and kissed the English soil. As I stood and turned, I embraced my sweet Rayne, looked deep into those gorgeous eyes as my lips met hers. 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Girl Problems (Alternate Ending) By Justin Felder This is essentially the same story as Girl Problems, but I changed the ending after some constructive criticism. "I still don't understand why it takes you so long," Justin shouted from outside Miranda's dorm. "If you won't accept it just does, then there's nothing to tell you," Miranda shouted back, finishing her mascara. "But you haven't told me anything. Maybe if...
Moving to a new place (alternate ending) The day of the move in was at hand. Timmy had told the movers what to move and where everything went. They would do it for her for an additional fee. He had also arranged for the walls to be painted and for carpeting in the rooms. He even arranged for new furniture in Lydia's room. Timmy was in complete control over both of their lives. They moved into the new apartment and Lydia went to her room and saw all the new furniture. She didn't...
Back to the Future, The Alternate Ending By Bashful "Doc, I did what you said, I changed the past back the way it was supposed to be, what went wrong? My parents got married, my brother and sister are fine, what happened?" "I don't know. I warned you that everything you do in the past has an effect on the future," Doc Brown answered as he put the finishing touches on his latest invention. "Is it really so bad? Biff's son is a much nicer young man than his father was. He's...
My alternate ending. On my way to the hospital, I began to reconsider my parting words to Hildy. Did I really want to save my marriage? The utter contempt and disrespect she'd displayed during her "act of revenge" was certainly not that of a loving spouse - not even one who felt wronged by my actions, regardless of my guilt or innocence. Then there were my injuries to consider. Did I really want to forgive someone who almost crippled me permanently, not to mention almost killing me by...
Zachary checked himself in the mirror and straightened the cuff links of his crisp white suit shirt. He thought he was due for a bit of a hair cut, his salt and pepper hair was just beginning to curl to his ears. His custom fitted charcoal grey suit jacket hung perfectly from his broad shoulders, tapering slightly at his trim waist. The black trousers fit him perfectly, accentuating his muscular thighs and backside. His black soulful eyes regarded his reflection in a positive light, not to...
Alternate IncarcerationbyThe Technician = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =Mardina finally gets justice for what happened to her.This is more of a SciFi story than an erotic story even though much of it deals with highly non- consensual sex.A series of college girls are attacked by a rapist who uses a special drug to overwhelm them. The drug not only incapacitates them, it also fogs their memory and prevents them from identifying him... until the great-great-great-great-great-grandson of...
A series of college girls are attacked by a rapist who uses a special drug to overwhelm them. The drug not only incapacitates them, it also fogs their memory and prevents them from identifying him... until the great-great-great-great-great-grandson of the legendary W creates a suit that records people’s thoughts and dreams, including things they don’t consciously remember. Like many of my stories, this takes place in an alternate society. In this case that alternate reality is in the...
Inspired by true events, but an alternative ending to how I might have lost my virginity.I was 20 years old, and still a virgin. My will to get laid was insatiable, but somehow things just weren't materializing. I had never been much of a ladies man, and picking up chicks at the bar just wasn't my strong suit. So I headed online to see what I could find. I signed up for xhamster and then threw some pics up on craigslist once I got a little more brave. After a few trolls/emails that never...
Before & After By Mel Huntington The author welcomes feedback at [email protected] I shut the water off and stepped out of the shower, silently wishing that a federal law could be enacted mandating decent-sized towels at all lodging establishments in these United States of America. I made due with what I had and then stepped out of the bathroom into the vanity/closet area of the motel room. I inspected myself in the mirror: 5'8", blonde hair, blue eyes, and 155 pound...
Introduction: Not the real ending, Peace Its been a weird couple of weeks since Fathers Day. My family has been coming together supporting one another. There has been a few other changes which have caught my eyes…Simone and Vanessa. Both have well been flirting with me, and showing me affection other then a niece to her uncle. I have been a bit worried about the way they come up to me in front of my wives and loves placing their arms around me and kissing me. Its at those times I hear giggles....
My business meeting had run late. I was to meet Susan an hour ago. She had talked me into letting her come along to my most recent company convention. For years I had gone alone, as most of the men in the company had done. But this year she insisted on seeing just what went on at these conventions. So, reluctantly I agreed. We had an early dinner together because I was to meet with the CEO of the business that evening. I assumed it would be a short meeting so I told Susan just to go ahead to...
Group SexPLEASURE ISLAND: The Bikini Chapter 3B Wendy/Wendell? Tells You How It Is Both? You spin the word around in the hazy glow of your mind blowing orgasm with a strange blonde man that took you from an alley, bound you, and then fucked you. He'd just taken your virginity (at least in this body) by rape. Instead of outrage all that you could feel was the mixture of your cum and his mixing as it trickled out of your now used pussy. The only regret that you had was not giving your virgin pussy to...
An accompaniment to the story "Happy Birthday Selena!". This is meant to be set in a world where alternate realities spring up from the pocketbooks of the financially astute, and renegade technicians that just want to set things right in their world. Bryan, named Joshua Loorman in this reality, is being pursued by these renegades and takes full advantage of being a few steps ahead of the competition.This chapter is yet another alternate Earth where Selena Gomez never really came into her own...
ReluctanceI am a fan of matriarchy and gender role reversal stories. I'm also a fan of science fiction, and my favorite science fiction is the type where I find a good deal of plausibility. Lately I've been trying to imagine a world where women are not only the dominant gender, but there is role reversal. Where women end up being the aggressive sex, and men are passive and obedient. It does seem pretty believable to me that if women held power for several millenia there would be role reversal,...
First, I must give all possible and due credit to Amanda Serve. Without her creating these wonderful characters this story would never have been possible. Also, it would not have been possible without her permission, not many authors will allow you to take their story and create an alternate reality where their characters may do things that they would never have them do. In fact, she has enthusiastically encouraged me on this project, and has been the only person besides myself to see this...
It was the first day after vacation, and everyone was following his or her morning routine. Angel and I were trying to figure out how we would survive the day without each other. “The tutor will be here at eight, and he’ll be home-schooling you for a few months while we figure out where you can go for a real education,” I said as I pulled on my backpack. “I’ll miss you,” she murmured while kissing me. We tried to ignore everyone watching us. My siblings, parents, and I...
Today was July 4th and like the past years Ron, Gina, and Tracey have put on their fireworks shows on the beach. This year they asks Adam, Jack, Justin, and Nicky to help. They each told them they would love to help. I thought about a few things to only smile as this would be Allison, Lindsey, and my Alabama family’s first year to witness a beautiful sight. During the afternoon Adam and the guys went to help Ron and William set things up for the night. The kids were all excited about what...
Kat woke up, raising herself up off the floor. She spit the paper towel out of her mouth that had somehow lodged between her lips. Her eyes squinted against the sunlight when she removed the sunglasses that she wore. She took them off and put them on the coffee table. Her sister Bianca sat on the sofa near where she lay. Kat squinted at her saying, " You can't even tell there was a raging party here last night ". "I stayed up all night cleaning. I even steam cleaned the carpet ... with...
Page 1 Page 1. ??????????? Law and Order - Alternate Ending for ADA Borgia ??????????? She was an ADA, assistant district attorney in a popular crime series TV program and she was killed off for a season finale. She had been badly beaten and gagged and aspirated on her own vomit, (defined as the taking of foreign matter into the lungs with the respiratory current) and was found bound in the trunk of a car, all bloody and bruised but fully dressed. What a fucking opportunity the screen...
Based on the short story Alternatives, by Union Street (?) Hiya. I’m Matt, your narrator. This story about 34 year old Becca and her son Michael is based on a short story I read years ago. I recently stumbled across it again in Old Joe’s Collection on ASSTR. It wasn’t as good as I remembered, but thank God I found it, because I had always wanted to do an updated version. I advanced the scenario to 2019, and retooled the characters of mom and Joe to my liking. I also truncated the storyline so...
…..A king? A completely, utterly, absolutely, entirely useless king! Holy shit was I in for it now! The king was a nice card but of absolutely no use to me whatever. Patrick’s straight was good enough, and my hope of waving a full house in his face was dashed. Patrick, of course, was grinning like an idiot. “Oh, girl,” he said, “I’m afraid it’s time for a little payback.” I had no reason to doubt that assessment. Well….. nothing ventured, nothing gained. “I’ve been waiting for this,”...
Rhea has defeated Ursula and fucked her ass in front of the crowd. Kai, Ursula's fiance, has left in disgust, but Ursula could still get her back. I return to the locker room, naked and humiliated. Rhea soon follows, dressed in street clothes: leather jacket, sweat-dotted tank top, open-toe heels. I instinctively look down at her feet, which were in my mouth only minutes ago as she made an example of me. My asshole pulses with hot pain.Rhea gathers her bag as if nothing happened. But after the...
LesbianSo there I was, minding my own business, Big Ben struck the hour and I knew that I was running late for work. Quarter to nine! And nowhere near my office.I checked my mobile again. No signal. No idea why either, as it was usually fine in the city. Then I saw it. Phone box. Not used one for years, but I thought I might as well. I rushed over. Occupied. I huffed out a gush of air, looking through the clouded glass and plastic at the young lady inside. Slim, long hair, nice legs wrapped up in...
Read part 1 here. xhamster.com/user/hi1/posts/354987.htmlI do not accept invites unless you have left a comment on the story=====================================================Amanda walked out of the family room to the stairs, her massive ass swinging side to side, flesh jiggling and sending ripples all over her near naked hips and back. The thin material of her white leotard was busting at seams over those huge butt cheeks. She knew her older son was looking at her and most likely getting...
My senior prom was the most memorable night of my life. My date, Caitlyn, was stunning. She is nearly 6’ tall, with flowing auburn hair, all natural. Looking at the freckles dotting her body was enough to be certain, but the little red bush was confirmation. She kept it mostly shaved because of her swimming, but left just enough curls on top to emphasize the match. She swam varsity and all that training gave her an athletic, lean frame along with a small firm ass. She had a fairly flat chest,...
When Roger and Flo came down to release me from the handcuffs, he tried futilely to get the key into the cuffs, but was so shaky, he just fumbled with them. I looked up into his eyes and said, "Roger "give the keys to Flo and then run. "If I catch you I'll beat you to a bloody fucking pulp". With trembling hand, he gave the keys to Flo. She came over and as she squatted down I could see something dripping down her leg. I knew then that this was more then a joke. I could hear Roger run...
An accompaniment to the story ‘Happy Birthday Selena!’. This is meant to be set in a world where alternate realities spring up from the pocketbooks of the financially astute, and renegade technicians that just want to set things right in their world. Bryan, named Joshua Loorman in this reality, is being pursued by these renegades and takes full advantage of being a few steps ahead of the competition. This chapter is yet another alternate Earth where Selena Gomez never really came into her own...
A parallel universe, also known as a parallel dimension, alternate universe or alternate reality, is a hypothetical self-contained plane of existence, co-existing with one's own. The sum of all potential parallel universes that constitute reality is often called a “multiverse". Uni Please Use the Variables (will be put up soon)
FantasyIn our world, the primary act around which the majority of sexual interaction revolves is vaginal intercourse. There are outliers and fetishes and foreplay, of course, but in terms of broad cultural understanding, men and women want - to put it as crudely as possible - penis in vagina. Now, what if you changed this primary sex act to something else? This might have a great number of knock-on effects besides just changing men and/or women's preferences. It might affect how the culture views...
FetishHello! And welcom to video game alternate realalities. For this story, you will choose a videogame and be apart of a sexual alternate version. What game do you want to be a part of?
Authors Note: Any implied generalities about a particular race are not meant in a negative light; rather, this is meant to reinforce the mistaken stereotypes of the story. Melissa really had it all. It was so hard to argue otherwise, when you consider the many blessings she had. Great family, great house, great childhood, intelligence, athletic ability, and the beauty to round off the perfect package. More about the beauty, you ask? More about the 5'7, 125 pound blonde goddess with...
Hitchhiker's Guide To That Alternate Universe You hitchhike long enough you'll meet all kinds. All kinds of men that is. Never was picked up by a woman, just men, so you can imagine how surprised I was that a woman would ease over and stop. She was older than mom and my aunt, perhaps not, but prettier. It was as if she'd just stepped out of the house fresh. A pleasant voice asking where I was going while she gave her attention to traffic again. I told her North, about twenty...
Since Ultimate Fanfiction is getting a bit crowded......... For every decision made the alternative outcomes are played out in any number of infinite alternate universes. So in some other universe certain key events in Buffy’s history played out differently and the following takes place in one such universe. Season 1 Buffy and her family arrive in Sunnydale. Buffy meets Willow, Xander, Giles and Cordellia battles the Master blah blah blah and the events unfold in the same way. Season 2 After...
Mary Walsh's Own Story By Constance Grant An alternate outcome of "Forced To Be A Girl ? parts I & II" By Christine posted 5/9/1999 (Note: I gave the main character in the original story the name of "Bob" as I don't think it was mentioned as the original was written in the first person. I have been justly accused of inattentiveness in the past, and if I missed the name given by the Christine I apologize. I also apologize for changing the thrust of her story, but I like ...