The Power of a Teenie Weenie Polka Dot Bikini
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Being fired from my job and having my wife tell me she wanted a divorce after fifteen years of marriage on the same day was not fun. I don’t know if she and my boss got together and planned it all out or if it was just pure shit luck for me, but that’s what happened.After spending a weekend drinking with my buddy, Pete, I decided I should get out of town for a while. There were too many memories around and the town was small enough I couldn’t avoid meeting people that had been my clients at the...
TeenChapter 15 Welcome back to another installment. There is a very intense rape scene that starts half way through this chapter and takes up the remainder of the installment that will include an underage girl. So if this is not your cup of tea then please leave NOW! This is your one and only WARNING! The following installments will be a lot rosier so check back later. There are usually 150 new stories that are posted here daily on this site so if this isn’t your cup of tea then check out...
Ms Wifey was amazingly sexy! She wore a dark blue dress with white polka dots while in my passenger seat. Her amazingly sexy legs were covered from the knees up, but every now and again a breeze would provide a small flip, exposing a bit more of her thigh than she might have wanted me to see. Her husband was out of town for the weekend, which happened to be the same as the Classic Car show. We worked together and shared this love of the classics, so I offered to go with her in his stead. Her...
It was your birthday and I didn't have anything to give you. I'd searched every online shopping site I could find and nothing suitable was listed. I decided I'd give you a present like no other you ever had, a single perfect moment.While you were at work I spent the morning making sure I was absolutely at my best. I trimmed my landing strip, shaved my lips, and waxed my legs. I rubbed lotion into every inch of my body so I'd be slippery, sensual, and perfumed. I knew just how to make you want...
SeductionWhen I woke, my dick was stiff, but there was nowhere to put it other than in my hand. Dot wasn't in bed.I found Dot sitting at the dining table. She had a bowl of cereal in front of her, but she was playing with it, not eating."Morning, Dot." I kissed Dot and put my hand inside her dressing gown. "You were amazing last night," I told her as I felt her breast and tweaked her nipple.Dot was passive and quiet. I put my dick close to her mouth, but there was no response. "Come on, Dot. Don't you...
MatureFor the second morning in a row, Dot wasn't in bed when I woke.I found Dot in her third bedroom, come office, at her computer. "Cal as sent the photos," she told me."Great, how do they look?" I asked Dot.Unlike yesterday, when Dot was having second thoughts, she grabbed my hard dick and gave it a kiss when it was in her reach."See for yourself." I watched the slideshow while Dot stroked my dick. "What do you think?" she asked.I told Dot I loved them, and she should be proud. "Do you? Really?"...
MatureI lifted myself off Dot and grabbed my hard cock as it popped out of Dot's pussy. "Open your mouth," I told her as I knelt beside Dot and aimed my dick at her face."You can..."I put a finger of my other hand to my lips, "Shh," and stroked my dick. "Ready?" I asked Dot.She opened her mouth and nodded. Dot's left eye closed, and her head jerked as the first bead of cum hit her cheek. My aim was true with the next two shots I fired. They went into Dot's mouth. After that, I didn't care. When I had...
MatureI lifted myself off Dot and grabbed my hard cock as it popped out of Dot's pussy. "Open your mouth," I told her as I knelt beside Dot and aimed my dick at her face."You can..."I put a finger of my other hand to my lips, "Shh," and stroked my dick. "Ready?" I asked Dot.She opened her mouth and nodded. Dot's left eye closed, and her head jerked as the first bead of cum hit her cheek. My aim was true with the next two shots I fired. They went into Dot's mouth. After that, I didn't care. When I had...
MatureDot is my next-door neighbor. She is seventy-one, a widower, about four feet six, petite, and has white hair. I have always liked Dot. She is easy to get along with and funny. For her age, Dot is a very attractive woman with a good figure. Until a few weeks ago, that was Dot—my neighbor.My perception changed one morning when Dot and I were talking. Dot kept pulling her cardigan across her chest. She only has two small bumps for breasts, but she kept covering them. I don't think I was looking at...
MatureDot is my next-door neighbor. She is seventy-one, a widower, about four feet six, petite, and has white hair. I have always liked Dot. She is easy to get along with and funny. For her age, Dot is a very attractive woman with a good figure. Until a few weeks ago, that was Dot—my neighbor.My perception changed one morning when Dot and I were talking. Dot kept pulling her cardigan across her chest. She only has two small bumps for breasts, but she kept covering them. I don't think I was looking at...
MatureIntroduction: She was looking forward to a much needed solo cumfest while he and the boys were away. Mike, Jamies second husband, backed the car out of the drive. He smiled and waved as he drove away. He and their two sons, Brandon and John, would be gone over the long holiday weekend. Jamie went back in the house, a little sad because she would be away from her man for the next couple days. But, she knew there was no way she could go with him to his parents house. So, she took a deep breath...
Early that morning, Mike had cuddled up next to her and she knew he wanted sex before he left. She faced him on her side and reached inside the waistband of his pajamas to find his impressive tool. Mike was a large man, well over six feet tall, well built with a hint of middle age bulge around his midriff, but he kept himself in good shape with outdoor sports. She stroked his member till she was satisfied with its full erection. She turned her side with her back to him and lifted one leg back...
Mike, Jamie’s second husband, backed the car out of the drive. He smiled and waved as he drove away. He and their two sons, Brandon and John, would be gone over the long holiday weekend. Jamie went back in the house, a little sad because she would be away from her man for the next couple days. But, she knew there was no way she could go with him to his parent's house. So, she took a deep breath and convinced herself that three husband-free days would allow her time to get her work done. It...
Wife LoversDot, Dorothea, and Dick Chapter One Dear sister: I found this letter among some others, scrolled up and tied with purple ribbon, in a chest belonging to our great grandfather. The name Charles has belonged to several in our family line, but I believe I know the one who received and saved this letter, and kept it preserved for so many years. I believe the letter speaks for itself, so I will now offer it up to you. Dearest Charles: I hope this missive finds you in such good...
I found this letter among some others, scrolled up and tied with purple ribbon, in a chest belonging to my great grandfather. The name Charles has belonged to several in our family line, but I believe I know the one who received and saved this letter, and kept it preserved for so many years. I believe the letter speaks for itself, so I will now offer it up to you. Dearest Charles: I hope this missive finds you in such good health and bright humour as I know you cherish for me. I...
Copyright© "I want you to go and help Mrs Smallwood, she needs some things done that a man can only do, and since Samuel died she is lost. You are on a month's holiday so you can spare her some time. I like that old woman and I don't like seeing her struggle." These were the instructions I was given by my 33-year old wife the first day of my holiday. I didn't know Mrs Smallwood that well, I used to speak to the old man Samuel and he was always helpful. "Right I will go over right...
[This story is the continuation of the saga of Dot, and more thorough background may be found by perusing Dot 1,2 and 3 under this author's name. A young girl in the England of the mid 1800's is afflicted with "consumption" and leads a lonely solitary life. Then she is unexpectedly befriended by a street urchin who with the help of her kindly old doctor agrees to take the place of the doll who is her identical twin, so that the two children can spend as much time together as possible....
Dot 3 After that, the two children felt they were on top of the world. Dick could live openly as Dot's companion, as long as he remembered to go limp and hold still whenever Nurse was present. They were always careful to play quietly; it would not do for two young voices to be heard emanating from the girl's chambers! Whenever they came in from the garden, Dick had to remember to clean his shoes; dolly would not be walking around getting her footwear soiled! When it rained, or...
Dot Two ........... {Dot's doctor has decided that her secret friend Dick will have to be disguised and made to replace her doll Dorothea. Otherwise the street urchin boy will be discovered by her parents and forbidden to live near the consumptive girl.) After Dick's skin was cleansed, the doctor rummaged in his copious bags and retrieved what looked to the boy to be a spring or clip with the two ends sharpened to a point. "Are...are you going to cut me open?" he asked...
England, 1964, I was an 18 year old apprentice living at home with my parents, as pretty much all teenagers did back then. Although technically a virgin, my girlfriend and I fooled around a bit, I played with her tits and pussy and she wanked me off frequently but that’s as far as it went. Like all teenagers I lusted after lots of women but there was one woman who occupied my thoughts when I jerked off. Dorothy, or Dot, as everyone called her. She lived two houses away and I would guess she was...
EroticEngland, 1964, I was an 18 year old apprentice living at home with my parents, as pretty much all teenagers did back then. Although technically a virgin, my girlfriend and I fooled around a bit, I played with her tits and pussy and she wanked me off frequently but that’s as far as it went. Like all teenagers I lusted after lots of women but there was one woman who occupied my thoughts when I jerked off. Dorothy, or Dot, as everyone called her. She lived two houses away and I would guess she...
Introduction: New character still old memories Chapter 1 I guess this is England not empire bay.England, 1964, I was an 18 year old apprentice living at home with my parents, as pretty much all teenagers did back then. Although technically a virgin, my girlfriend and I fooled around a bit, I played with her tits and pussy and she wanked me off frequently but that’s as far as it went. Like all teenagers I lusted after lots of women but there was one woman who occupied my thoughts when I jerked...
Introduction: Dot found another European wife with much in common She asked me in her funny-cute French accent,Dot……aav you avair make laav weeth an othair woomen? Our conversation had finally reached the important issues. I knew it would lead to this eventually and I knew what she wanted to hear. Yes, sweetheart, sure I have. And you? I looked into the womans blue eyes and they sparkled with anticipation. She was sitting across the corner of the dining room table as we sipped our coffee that...
She asked me in her funny-cute French accent,"Dot......aav you avair make laav weeth an othair woomen?"Our conversation had finally reached the important issues. I knew it would lead to this eventually and I knew what she wanted to hear. "Yes, sweetheart, sure I have. And you?" I looked into the woman's blue eyes and they sparkled with anticipation. She was sitting across the corner of the dining room table as we sipped our coffee that morning. Jan had her arms folded and leaning forward on the...
Wife Lovers"Yes, sweetheart, sure I have. And you?" I looked into the woman's blue eyes and they sparkled with anticipation. She was sitting across the corner of the dining room table as we sipped our coffee that morning. Jan had her arms folded and leaning forward on the table enjoying our talk about sex. "Oh, yes! I laav eet!," Jan replied. "But, I don't do for a long time. Do you want to do with me, cheri?" Smiling, I took the cup from my lips and returned it to its saucer. Holding...
Chapter V Isolde woke up drenched in sweat. The sun was beating down on her and her hair was plastered to her forehead. Her hip ached and she had a crick in her neck from lying on it wrong. She looked at her watch. 9:00 it said. “Damn,” she thought. And then, “I really have to pee.” She sat up and looked around. She was in a field that had recently been mowed. The stubble was about four inches high. There was a woods line about 100 yards to her left. To her right, she could see houses in the...
Chapter V Isolde woke up drenched in sweat. The sun was beating down on her and her hair was plastered to her forehead. Her hip ached and she had a crick in her neck from lying on it wrong. She looked at her watch. 9:00 it said. “Damn,” she thought. And then, “I really have to pee.” She sat up and looked around. She was in a field that had recently been mowed. The stubble was about four inches high. There was a woods line about 100 yards to her left. To her right, she could see houses in the...
NovelsDedication This dedication is long and necessarily so. The book has taken me three decades to write, mostly because I didn’t start actually putting pen to paper, so to speak, until I had all my background ducks in a row. Putting ducks in a row is like herding cats; patience becomes the primary virtue. This book is Tom Woolfolk’s fault. Well, actually, Tom’s and Sheila’s jointly. We three commuted to work together for a few years in the early eighties, and during those long and boring rides,...
NovelsSabine watched the dot. She turned away briefly to see Sky on her knees in the dust. Using a small foldaway military spade, she was trying to dig a snake out from under a pile of leaking transmissions. Four years after the Diablo Canyon nuclear generating facility lit up the night sky, the U.S.A had been reduced to a third world shell. Those with wealth reduced to poverty. Those already struggling with poverty finding their natural strength and intuition allowed them to survive head above the...
Fantasy & Sci-Fi"Shit!" said Simon, as a thin trail of semen slithered through the red hair of his freckled thighs. "We've just been making love. Fucking, even. Is this really the time to be speculating about Virginia Falls?" "That is why we're here!" said Lisa. "To see Virginia Falls. If it wasn't for the International Dot Com Convention we'd never have travelled from Basingstoke to Ghent. That's why we're staying in a Belgian Holiday Inn." "I still don't really understand what you see in...
This story hit me one night as I sat at my computer reading Fictionmania stories I archived on my computer while listening to some Anime soundtracks when I ran across one of Bill Hart's DC Universe Stories. The combo was just the thing to get the motivations for writing another short story for posting before my move out of state. I hope you enjoy this little late night Snack I whipped up for you. Oh and by the way, if you're Under 18, shut this window down now. And to Quote another story...
I found this letter among some others, scrolled up and tied with purple ribbon, in a chest belonging to my great grandfather. You have already perused the first four sections of the missive; here is the conclusion. I felt it might hold special interest for you. By now we know that the consumptive young girl known as Dorothea died sometime around 1850 and was replaced by a street urchin, Dick Osgood, who had become her friend and, through a tortuous series of events, had also become her...
DOT'S ISLAND By Sailor861 Dorothy (Dot) Cochrane, 42, of Glasgow, Scotland, got out of bed this morning,showered, dried herself then strapped and locked her lubricated,10-in.-long,3-in.-diameter stainless-steel dildo deep inside her pussy, slipped into herthree-piece business suit and rushed off to work – annoyed. As usual, the first, faint grey light of a cold March Monday morning felldimly on the Scottish industrial city skyline and Dot did not want to go toher dreary office job at...
Deb and I had been a couple for several months now and I noted a certain hesitance in her desire for a more formal understanding. She was concerned that if my old girlfriend showed up I would dump her. She believed it would be in my best interest if I saw her again and went out of her way to arrange it. As I look back now I understand her apprehension. Our first date we spent several hours walking and talking, I apologized for the horrible thing I did to her and nearly to our child. I begged...
Dedication This dedication is long and necessarily so. The book has taken me three decades to write, mostly because I didn’t start actually putting pen to paper, so to speak, until I had all my background ducks in a row. Putting ducks in a row is like herding cats, patience becomes the primary virtue. This book is Tom Woolfolk’s fault. Well, actually, Tom’s and Sheila’s jointly. We three commuted to work together for a few years in the early eighties, and during those long and boring rides,...
Chapter VI Making hay was satisfying but monotonous work. It was nice to see the cut hay come off the end of the rake, like a green waterfall, cascading into a long even wave. And it was satisfying to look back and see row after row of mounded hay stretched out across the flat field. At first, Terry had paid close attention to the tractor and rake, worried that something might break, and listening for the telltale rattle of things amiss. But the steady thump-thump of the old two-cylinder Deere...
Chapter VI Making hay was satisfying but monotonous work. It was nice to see the cut hay come off the end of the rake, like a green waterfall, cascading into a long even wave. And it was satisfying to look back and see row after row of mounded hay stretched out across the flat field. At first, Terry had paid close attention to the tractor and rake, worried that something might break, and listening for the telltale rattle of things amiss. But the steady thump-thump of the old two-cylinder...
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PRIVATE SCHOOL FOR LESBIANS – Part 3 - DOTTIEThe Director, Ms Dorothy van Heckle, (Dottie to most people) was a tall distinguished looking woman with grey hair (she was about 60) and a firm voice. She had directed this school since the beginning. She was an enigma to most. There were many rumours about her, but nothing was ever proven or investigated. One persistent rumour was that she had wild parties in her very pPRIVATE SCHOOL FOR LESBIANS – Part 3 - DOTTIEThe Director, Ms Dorothy van...
18 year old Dottie and her brother Chaz fought all the time. Chaz was sixteen and thought he knew it all. He treated his little sister with contempt and often put her down in front of others. Chaz out with older boys. They smoked pot and drank. Dottie knew this but would not tell her mom. Deep down she loved her brother and would do anything for him.Dottie went the bathroom to pee she heard her brother voice making groaning noises. Maybe he fell and hurt himself. Dottie was worried. She opened...
IncestThis chapter is simple and may not get too erotic. Bear with the chapters as it gets better. These chapters surround the following chapters, as we (Dottie and I) were always getting back together and breaking up again. See Chapter 6 for more about Dottie. Chapter 1. Dottie Names have been changed to protect well EVERYBODY. This is a true story that started when I was around 16. I am now a senior citizen. In the 1960’s and 1970’s there were not many diseases like AIDS. The worst you...
See chapters 2 thru 4 (Carrie, Janice, Pam, Peg, Eve and Judy) This is a continuation from Chapter 1 FAST FORWARD ALMOST A YEAR: I got a call from some girl that I didn’t recognize the voice. “Hey Rex…I want to get drunk” I responded, “Who is this?” She replied “This is Dottie” I said, “I’ll be right there” then I ran up to the Liquor store and bought some beer and wine. I ran to Dottie’s house. She told me she was alone in the house, and her parents were away. When I arrived, she let...
THE DRESSMAKER By Lisa Lovelace I had utterly the most horrid crisis in my boudoir on Wednesday morning. Phineas and I had responded s'il vous pla?t to a Thursday night soiree at the Gardners' on Chestnut Street, on the coveted south slope of Beacon Hill. It was the grandest house to which we had yet been invited - and the gorgeous new gown that I planned to wear lay in ruins. It was two-layered floor-length tulle over light gold taffeta, embroidered with purple and plum flowers. The ...
- - Author's note to readers. Nothing about this story is meant to portray any of the characters as under eighteen years of age despite the obvious sexual naivety of the main characters. Also this story also features themes of rape, slavery, bestiality, and incest. It is intended as fantasy and nothing else. If you do not like such stories STOP reading now. Also don't fill up the comments section with posts about how sick the individuals in the story are or about the people who read or...
Dot's my mother, however to the best of my knowledge the words 'mom' or 'mother' have not crossed my lips in several years. The name Dot however, has always been spoken with much love and respect, which she deserves. Dot's Bar & Grill, that’s where I grew up. When Dot inherited the bar from my grandfather she used it as a great excuse to get rid of my deadbeat dad. He wasn’t going to live out in the country running a bar 24/7. Granddad renamed it Dot's after the birth of his daughter in 1955....
IncestI first Read this story 3 days ago here on this page but it was not completed, so my OCD kicked in and i looked for the rest. So i am in no way a writer and this is not my story, however i though it would be nice to post it here for those like me who go crazy with unfinished workl can sleep easy. I hope you all enjoy it as much as i did.Thanks you OldWolf who is the first person i see post it and from what i can see is the original writer.Harry awakens with a groan. He feels the back of his...
I've decided instead of one final chapter I'll do it in multiple parts. - Author's note to readers. Nothing about this story is meant to portray any of the characters as under eighteen years of age despite the obvious sexual naivety of the main characters. Also this story also features themes of rape, slavery, bestiality, and incest. It is intended as fantasy and nothing else. If you do not like such stories STOP reading now. Also don't fill up the comments section with posts about...
Laura Broderick was named for her mother. Most Americans wouldn’t recognize that because her mother’s name was Lowri. But if you were from Wales or knew any Welsh history, you would recognize that Lowri and Laura were the same name. Names aside, there was no doubt that Lowri and Laura were mother and daughter. Both had the very fair, burns-red-in-the-sun pale skin common of someone with Celtic heritage as well as pale green eyes, and reddish-orange hair. According to her father, Thomas...
LesbianIntroduction: hot sisters 12 & 14 overcum guilt to have hot lesbian sex It wasnt supposed to happen this way. Sara wasnt supposed to have her hand entangled in her sisters silky blonde locks. Naomis bright blue eyes shouldnt have been closed, while Saras lips fit perfectly together with her sisters that tasted so addicting. Saras other hand shouldnt have been slipping under the hem of her sisters tank top, stroking the soft cream colored skin of Naomis lower back hidden beneath the fabric. ...
Also due the story line the names of characters have been changed. To help the reader from being confused by these changes here is a listing of the changes. Molly is now Brothel Whore 3567-A Megan is now Brothel Whore 3567-B Unnamed twin # 1 is now Brothel Whore 3569-A Unnamed twin #2 is now Brothel Whore 3569-B The stepmother Shannon is now Mistress 3567 Chapter Three Sisters become lovers As her training began to progress Brothel Whore 3567-B had learned the truth...
Author's note to readers. Nothing about this story is meant to portray any of the characters are under eighteen years of age despite the obvious sexual immaturity of the main characters. Also this story features themes of rape, sexual slavery, bestiality, and incest. It is intended as fantasy and nothing else. If you don't like such stories STOP reading now. Also don't fill up the comments section with comments about how sick individuals in the story are or about people that read or write...
Main characters: Ryan: 17, high school senior, blonde hair, 5’9, athletic, tall, 6-pac, 7.5” dick Lisa: 14, high school student, blonde, Ryan‘s sister, slim, 5’4, slim, slender frame, 36B, nice round ass Lindsey: 14, high school student, blonde, Ryan’s sister, slim, 5’3, 34B, nice round ass Chapter 1 “ Hey Ryan, tomorrow could you accompany us to this advert we saw on the net, please?” Lisa, my 14 year old sister asked me with one of her puppy eyes look. I saw the ad with the address...
Day One "Ha Ha Hee Hee! Stop!" Tom cried breathless from laughing. "You are done being a brat. Understand?" "Yes! Yes! Just stop! Please!" Tom looked up beseechingly at Kate, his sixteen-year-old sister who was sitting on his arms, pinning them to the floor above his head. Her fingers remained poised over his exposed armpits. "Now apologize to your sisters," she said. "Or we're going to tickle you silly." Tom gulped. They'd already tickled him silly once. He didn't want to...
Chapter Three: Quarterback and His Naughty Little Sisters By mypenname3000 Commissioned by n1one Copyright 2020 Note: This story was commissioned by n1one and the story was crafted by fans on his discord server. Clara has a big grin on her face. Rumors are whispering about that those two skanks, Juliet and Annabelle, are having slut-off competition with creepy Mr. Finch as the judge. Some tweet that the two are always asking people for crazy sex acts for them to prove who's the biggest...
The orange sun was dipping behind the distant hills, its remaining light shimmering across the still pond. Yesh and Shalay knelt in the soft grass at the edge of the woods, facing the water. Yesh pushed her round, muscular haunches against Shalay's persistent hips as his cock invaded and retreated from her. Her forehead rested between her arms against the ground, aware of nothing save the bliss between her legs. Shalay closed his eyes just for a moment, savoring her warmth as Yesh squeezed...
SupernaturalThis happened long back. I was in college doing a degree course. And as a young boy, I was always horny and thinking of sex. The pastime at that time was going near our pond and watching girls and middle-aged women taking bath. Getting the glimpse of many naked pussies was a matter of great thrill at that time. Of course still, it is so.I had two sisters and they also used to take bath in that pond, which was in our compound. They knew I was hanging around the pond to see the bathing scene of...
This happened long back. I was in college doing a degree course. And as a young boy, I was always horny and thinking of sex. The pastime at that time was going near our pond and watching girls and middle-aged women taking bath. Getting the glimpse of many naked pussies was a matter of great thrill at that time. Of course still, it is so. I had two sisters and they also used to take bath in that pond, which was in our compound. They knew I was hanging around the pond to see the bathing scene of...
IncestA Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research Chapter Four: Mind-Controlled into Lesbian Sisters By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! Deidre Icke, President of the failing Institute of Apotheosis, had to act. Her son, transformed into a new god by usurping the Halo from its proper owner, had broken out of the storage room they'd locked him in. With his powers, he could bend the Institute to his will. She had to buy time for the others to destroy...