A First Time for Isabella
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Isabella is stuck in the middle of a shootout with police in midtown new york where she is saved by officer Taylor, tension arises between them. what will happen?, will they surrender to each others lust, Isabella finds herself down a road of sordid fantasies but will she get her man? Shots fired, shots fired, officer involved, two suspects, one suspect leaving the scene heading East toward the Queensboro bridge, the other suspect may still be in the area, consider them armed and dangerous....
Femalehe kissed her neck and she could feel his erect manhood press against her belly, she could feel herself swelling. Her finger moved faster making her moan louder, she pushed her fingers inside and softly called his name. Shots fired, shots fired, officer involved, two suspects, one suspect leaving the scene heading East toward the Queensboro bridge, the other suspect may still be in the area, consider them armed and dangerous. Officer Taylor screamed at his police radio. ‘Officer Ramirez...
FemaleRick arrived back at his abode earlier than expected. It had been a hectic day with the new agenda for the ‘adult education studies’ that he had been involved with for a couple of years, now with the new semester coming up he knew he wouldn’t be able to pick up Isabella again. ‘She was getting to be a bit of a nuisance’, he muttered as he checked the names on his enrolment form. ‘I don’t want to cross her off but I know she doesn’t have transport and in the early days picking her up was icing...
The London flat lay almost empty, containing just: stacks of books and papers in one corner, a violin case, a dresser with a suitcase on top of it stuffed with ratty clothing, a small kitchen, and a computer lying half hazardly on the floor, a statue of the Laughing Buddha on the counter in the kitchen with empty liquor bottles around it. The walls were lavishly decorated by skilled painting hands, and reds, purples and browns leapt out brilliantly, and in the centre of the room, a bed. Pillows...
Demi lay between her friend’s legs. Her face was wet with pussy juice and she was smiling so much her cheeks hurt. Finally. At last. Unbelievably. She had her first taste of pussy, and it was all she had ever dreamed of and more. She couldn’t believe she was doing it with the cutest, most perfect little lipstick lesbian ever! Isabella was her girl-friend from work, here on a work visa as an IT engineer. Isabella had the most beautiful dark skin, lush deep brown hair, tiny hips, tiny boobs and...
First TimeSeth reclined in his litter, borne upon the shoulders of four servants as they elevated him above the crowded marketplace. He stared up at cloudless blue sky while they made their stuttering, stop-and-start way through the throng and toward the slave pens. He'd ventured out with a mission today. A particular need had overcome him, a rather... insatiable craving, and his usual methods of indulgence were proving wanting of late. The brothels and the infrequent liaisons with other lords barely...
Gay Male'Just give me a better offer.' The man smiled as he lighted a cigar. He held all the cards and both knew it. Had this man been submissive, Seth would hav easily been able to persuade his client, but this was not the case and he could not use his dom tactics here. The compagnie was not doing well and only two branches were still active. Seth's was one of them. Paper was just not sold much anymore and there were too many suppliers for a small market. However this client would mean that his...
Finally, the weekend is here and it’s time to get Seth's birthday party ready. My boyfriend Seth, is turning twenty-five and we talked last night about how many people we should invite to his party, he just wants his closest friends from work here, so that's who is coming to his party. Tomorrow night we will go out to dinner with his family to celebrate with them. As his family are very religious, they wouldn't approve of the alcohol that will be served here tonight, so we will just go out...
ReluctanceSeth woke in a large, open field along the Darnestown Road just west of Rockville's court house. His hands were tied together, and for a moment he wondered where he was. He stretched carefully and felt pain knot his leg muscles and his backside. His knee hurt, too. He bit his lip to keep from crying out and massaged his calves and thighs, but he could not move freely because one of his ankles was tied to the leg of the snoring man lying next to him. The hazy sky grew slightly brighter, and...
"Who was that you were talking to out there?" Seth's mother glanced at him as she put down her ladle and began slicing carrots into the soup pot. "That's what I was trying to tell you, Momma." Seth watched the orange rounds plop into the bubbling soup, the slices getting larger as the carrot got smaller. "He's a soldier. A cavalryman, a rebel soldier, Momma." Seth watched his mother for some reaction, but she kept chopping carrots without missing a beat. "And he cut the telegraph...
The rebel soldier led Seth's horse a few hundred yards along the all-weather road toward Washington, past the place where two wagons had overturned and burned the previous summer while the others tried to escape Jeb Stuart's whooping horse soldiers. At the top of a rise they crossed the dirt track beside the macadamized road and stopped in the shade of a small stand of locust trees. The boy sat on his horse, saying nothing but watching his captor carefully and considering his situation....
For what seemed like a long time there was no sound in the dining room of the Williams's farmhouse except for the ticking of the clock, the flutter of the curtains and the whirr of insects. "Yes, I recognize him," Mrs. Williams said to Seth, her face white but her voice steady, and then to the soldier, "How may we help you, sir?" The man stood in the doorway with his weapon held loosely in his right hand, pointed more or les at the floor. Seth noted with some pride that it was a Sharps...
Seth licked his fingers, scooped up the last bits of his second piece of pie and gulped down his third cup of milk. Jefferson sat stiffly at the kitchen table with his frayed hat in his lap. Annie and Caroline watched the boy eat and listened to a disorganized story that seemed like the odd-shaped pieces of a jig-saw puzzle. Mrs. Williams busied herself at the stove, but Seth could tell that she was listening, too. Between bites and gulps the boy had told them, in disjointed fragments, where...
Confederate General Jubal Early and most of his staff spent Sunday evening near Gaithersburg, Maryland, a few miles north of Rockville, at the home of a very angry slave owner and Union sympathizer named John DeSellum. Mr. DeSellum was particularly unhappy because passing Rebels had pretty well cleaned him out of food and fodder before someone on the General's staff decided that his home would be a good place to locate the invading army's headquarters for the night. The few dark hours of...
1865 The first snow of the winter was a total surprise. The citizens of the Capital area awoke one morning late in November, and there it was, milky white and tombstone quiet, a half-foot deep and still coming down in flakes the size of silver dollars. The field where Seth and his brother had been cutting hay lay buried, the uncut stalks now bent low into mounded hillocks near the old road, both parts of which had all but disappeared. The wet snow even clung to the deep loops of the...
Sweating junior officers called squads of soldiers from the walls, trenches and firing pits of Fort Stevens, and at a sergeant's insistence, Seth and Jefferson joined a shuffling chow line. The busy cooks never looked up as they served everyone a piece of gristly meat, a hunk of dark bread, and a cup of thick bean soup. The soldiers stood or squatted in the shadiest areas eating and joking about the probable age and source of their meat. They could not decide whether it was mule or camel,...
The President joined his wife and the other sightseers in a place of relative safety behind the fort's thick wall, and General Wright went back to his troops. Seth left the fort and crossed the crowded turnpike. The eager spectators pressed forward, excited by the increased activity. Seth elbowed his way through the mob, most of whom seemed to be in a holiday mood. He moved into the scrubby woods and past the piles of cleared brush where he had seen the New York soldiers disappear. He wanted...
The French's winding farm lane met the long-traveled Pike about a half mile north of Luke Williams' general store. At the open gate Jefferson pulled the faded, gray wagon into the shade of a weeping willow near a dried up brook. The three of them listened. Insects whirred and a faint breeze rustled the dry leaves. Seth walked out into the middle of the worn, hard-surfaced road on stiff legs. He could not see anything out of the ordinary. He had expected cavalry patrols racing back and...
In a few minutes Seth looked back again. The Confederates were nowhere to be seen in the dappled sunlight. The boy sighed and relaxed, feeling his heart thumping. "What was you so concerned 'bout back yonder?" Jefferson asked in his normal bass rumble. "I knew you could act crazy-like. I warn't worried none." "I think one of those soldiers, that sergeant, he recognized me. I'm pretty sure I ate breakfast with him out in Rockville early this morning." "Aw, come on now, Seth. How...
After the first rush of confusion produced by the sound of the big guns to the east, the men of Fort Reno settled back into an afternoon of disciplined routines. Now only the occasional crack of a sharpshooter's rifle reminded General Hardin's men to keep their heads down as they went about their tasks. They fired off a few heavy rounds to harass the people on the old turnpike and then settled back to wait and watch. Jefferson and Seth found a safe place for flop-eared Ben and Mr....
Hamare pariwar me 4 sadasya hai. Meri mom savita umra 34 saal, papa hansraj, umra 38 saal, joki gaon ke sahukar ke pass accountant ka karya karte hai. Mai dilip umra 19 saal, kaksha 12th ka chatra, aur meri choti bahan vidya umra 18 saal, and kaksha Kabhi hamara pariwar bhi hasta khelta pariwar tha. Papaji bahot mehnati the aur sahukar ( seth dilawar khan ) ki un par khas inayat thi. Seth jee ke yaha bade bade log aate jaate the, jaise ki collector, police captain, tahsildar, bade bade afsar,...
1876 "Caroline," Seth said as she gathered up the soup plates from their supper, "Got a minute? Need to talk to you." He looked very serious, and he felt very nervous. He licked his dry lips and attempted to slow his breathing. He could feel his heart thumping. And he almost lost his nerve. The young woman nodded and furrowed her brow at her brother-in-law. Winter was finally easing its frigid grip; the maples were showing some dark red buds, and a lot more migrating birds were out in...
Seth sat quietly beside Jefferson rubbing his wrists and flexing his cramped fingers. The trooper lay sprawled on his back with his arms extended. He did not seem to be breathing. "Didn' mean to hit him so hard," whispered Jefferson, still holding an ax handle in his huge fist. "We jus' sort'a run together at the corner there. He turned an' I whacked him. I heered you comin' up the hill, Seth." The boy put his ear to the man's chest. "He's not dead, Jefferson. His heart's still...
1866 "Love is certainly a funny thing," said Seth's mother, steadily snapping beans while she looked out her kitchen window. Rustling leaves now filled the fruit and shade trees and the trumpet vine on the outhouse wandered in glorious bloom. "A very funny thing. Don't you think so, Annie my sweet?" "I dunno," her daughter said, scratching her shaggy head. "And don't you say anything 'bout Jimmy Willson jus' 'cause he throws acorns at me." "Right," said her mother, smiling...
Disbelieving, shocked, frightened, Seth watched as his mother faced this angry soldier holding a gun. He felt frozen to his chair as if time had stopped. Unconnected images and sounds flashed in his memory: Mr. Willoughby, his skinny teacher yelling there was no school because a war had started; his Aunt Hope screaming in anguish when he told her that the soldiers had taken Uncle Luke away; the blue-clad men whistling as they smashed down his father's fence; his mother reading and rereading...
1865 "Uncle Luke wants to talk to you," Seth told his brother breathlessly. "Right now." He had run all the way back from the store with that request and stood panting beside Robert's old rocking chair on the back porch. The kitchen door stood open as it nearly always did, and two guinea hens seemed to be discussing whether or not they would explore the house. The cat dozed. "About what?" asked Robert, crossing his ankles the other way and holding up the boat hull he was carving, a...
1874 In mid-March with the wind playing tricks in the bare-limbed trees, Caroline, Johnny and Seth rode out the Pike in the Williams' farm wagon and found Zedediah Snowden at his small home in the black section of Rockville, an area called various demeaning names by the local whites but most generally referred to as "the run." Zed put down his hoe and welcomed Caroline with a smile, and then he shook Seth's hand. "Too soon to dig nohow," he said, wiping his hands on his heavy thighs....
In the barracks behind Fort Reno, a broad bar of golden sunlight slid across Seth's face while the boy dreamed of his mother's sewing circle. His tiny grandmother Axminister, red-faced Aunt Hester who always smelled of camphor, his maiden aunt who was called Miss Vidy, and his mother were knitting at his house. He could hear the needles clicking. Annie sat on a stool playing with her doll. Seth crouched back in a corner, watching and listening. All the women were saying nasty things to his...
In the French's dark, dry barn that smelled of hay and horses, Corporal Wainder swam back to consciousness after the repeated thud of distant cannon fire. He lay some six miles north of Fort Stevens, but he could clearly hear echoes of the guns' booming reports and even feel the ground beneath him shake. He looked around his horse-stall prison and saw nothing but piles of straw and worn, pine boards. "Water," sounded in his parched throat, but he was not sure whether or not he said the...
They met very few travelers on the highway, passing only two mule-drawn farm wagons headed toward the city, one loaded with a jumble of furniture. That surprised Seth since there had been a lot of traffic heading south the previous couple of days. A half-dozen Union cavalrymen clattered past, Illinois boys, heading toward Rockville with hardly a glance at the two dusty riders going the other way. Seth noticed that many of the farms along the old road seemed abandoned. Some of the houses and...
As Mr. French's buggy topped the hill near the Bethesda Meeting House, Seth looked back, but Jefferson was not in sight. He probably took that shortcut that fords the creek, thought the boy. Mr. French had been full of questions, but Seth had been more interested in looking at the damage done along the Pike by the retreating troops. The fences were gone and so were the flocks of chickens. The blacksmith shop where Jefferson had sought information on the way into town was closed and the...
It had been dark for some time. Fireflies flickered in the smoky gloom when General Jubal Early sent for Kyd Douglas. With former vice-president Breckinridge and John B. Gordon, Early had been discussing the long, hot campaign. In a month they had accomplished most of General Lee's basic purposes. Crops were being harvested in the Shenandoah Valley. Hundreds of horses and tons of supplies were on their way to Richmond. They had not suffered very many casualties, perhaps a thousand, but many...
Robert weighed barely a hundred pounds when he came home. His yellowish skin looked like old parchment, his joints seemed only tenuously connected and his cloudy eyes hid deep in dingy hollows. His lank body bore a multitude of sores, some of which had scabbed over but many remained open and running for a long time, seeping a greenish pus. Seth, along with his mother and young sister, made the morning-long trip into Washington City to retrieve him from the crowded hospital near the Capitol....
1873 After several days of iron-willed control, the young woman was exhausted. "But Daddy," Caroline wailed, a sour knot in her throat, "he was only thirty. It's so unfair. We were just getting started." She beat weakly on her father's chest with one fist, her confused baby trapped between them. Mr. French held his daughter as best he could as she cradled her youngest in her crooked arm and had her other two children hanging to her skirt and legs, impatient to be somewhere else,...
The wobbly farm wagon and its happy outrider proceeded up the long hill to Tennallytown at Ben's steady pace and then, at what was called Gloria Point, turned a sharp left across the Georgetown-Rockville Pike by the old tavern. The sporadic firing had quieted again, and the only sounds Seth could hear were the familiar creak of the wagon and the clip clop of the mule and horse. Now I'm in the other army, he thought as they arrived at the huge fort's impressive back gate, Robert's army,...
1872 Two late snowstorms blanketed the area and gave Robert Williams plenty of time to read his borrowed law books as business all but disappeared. He found that he enjoyed it, completely lost track of time some days, and by March had struggled his way through most of the Maryland code, at least those parts he found interesting and relevant. In the back of one of his ledgers he had accumulated several pages of notes and, with lawyer Anderson's help, a list of Latin terms and their...
This is about the woman of my dreams. That I long for. That I crave. So let me tell you about a moment of madness I will never forget. Her name was Isabella and she looked nothing like the posts on the forum. I'd heard reports that she was over 6ft, that she was fat, that she was not for the inexperienced. It took an age to find her apartment and when I got there she poked her head coyly round the door. She was slim and Spanish, with blonde hair and big, blue, mischievous eyes. Perky tits and...
1865 Despite the late August heat, Sunday dinner at the French's large farmhouse, which lay less than a mile away "as the crow flies," turned out to be a pleasant affair. Mr. French insisted that Robert and Seth doff their coats and roll up their sleeves as soon as they arrived, and his sweating cook served a meal of cold fried chicken, German potato salad, pickled string beans and thin-sliced beets with onions along with tall glasses of cold milk, iced cider and fresh-baked bread. All...
At about half past ten that sultry night someone knocked at the seldom-used front door of the Williams' dark farmhouse. The air was still warm, stirred only by the slightest breeze. The night was full of the cicadas' song and the churr of crickets. Lightening bugs flickered in the fruit trees, and heat lightning flared quietly out toward the hills. Seth's mother, still dressed as she had been when her younger son had been taken from her, carried a small lamp to the door. "Who is there?"...
Seth's mother offered him some more cold pork and fresh-made applesauce, but he said he was not hungry. He sat staring into space and ate what he had without tasting it. He rubbed at the small swelling above his right eye, a reminder of Wainder's visit to his house. He could barely feel it now. "Don't you worry," his mother said as she moved about her kitchen doing the familiar things that were somehow comforting in their ordinariness. "Caroline's going to be all right. Her father...
1871 Robert leaned on the small oak table in the sitting room of the farmhouse where he and his family had lived for more than two years. The clapboard home with its two frail-looking chimneys perched on a rounded hilltop near the road to Darnestown, barely a mile from the center of Rockville and the busy store where he worked ten or more hours a day, six days each week. He could hear his wife upstairs getting their children to bed, his son squalling as usual about wanting to stay up...
Let me start, Isabella is my 21 year old daughter. She is 5'3, long curly brown hair, hazel eyes, very curvy, DD tits, hips and a nice big round ass. She lives on her own single and has a good job, I never once thought about fucking her, until one night. She has me wrapped around her finger, I would do anything for my baby girl. Me and wife argue a lot mostly over money and sex, either spending too much or not fucking enough. My daughter is the spitting image of my wife. I am a sex addict i...
1866 The store just off the wide main street of the bustling county seat opened very early on Tuesday, January 2, 1866. It was near the livery stable and the hotels, diagonally across Montgomery Avenue from the courthouse. The dark green sign with gilt lettering that hung above the deep-set door and many-paned window read "Montgomery Farm Supply." Robert Williams, who had hiked the four frigid miles from his home long before the sun appeared, and Zedediah Snowden, who lived within easy...
1873 "Caroline," said Mrs. Williams, coming quietly back into her kitchen, "my dear, you have a visitor." Two worry lines had appeared above her sharp nose and her voice had an unusual stiffness. The young woman dried her hands on her apron and went into the front room of the Williams' farm house. There stood a well-dressed man of middle years with bushy sideburns and polished boots. To Caroline he looked vaguely familiar. He smiled at her. A round diamond glittered in the middle of...
1876 M. Peter Holmes stared down at the man with the big pistol in his hand, feeling his pulse quickly increase, his stomach churn, his eyelids flutter. The flickering gaslight was behind the gunman, and Holmes could not make out his bristly face. He quickly reached for his whip, and the man smashed his forearm with the barrel of his heavy weapon, a Navy Colt from the look of it. "Git down," he demanded. "Be quick about it. Ain' gonna tell you agin." Holmes stepped to the brick street...
September 13, 1984, McKinley, Ohio On Thursday morning, Clarissa, Sandy, and I ate breakfast early, then returned to the dorm to dress for our interviews at McKinley Medical School. We met in the lounge, then took the elevator down to the lobby and walked to my car. We got in and ten minutes later we were walking into the main building of the medical school. We found the appropriate elevator and went up to the sixth floor where the interviews would be held, where we were greeted by a trio of...
The phone rang in Susan's office, she was reading one of her student's papers and hadn't thought about the lusty documentary she'd been working on since last weekend. The woman at the other end was GIllian, who worked as one of the executive producers for the production company that hired her to do the interviews. "Susan, its Gillian, we looked at your first interviews and were really taken with your lustful approach to the subject, we want you to embellish that concept and even go...
The Saturday after Christmas was Josie's baby shower. James' and Joe's wives, Beth and Mira Spio and Sushi all went together. I had dad and Alex escape to James' home. We played cards. I made reservations at Cafe Davis in Santa Rosa for all of us for dinner. New Years Eve was a party at the James' house. It was sort of bittersweet. Soon after the party we would all be going to our homes on Bangalore and Felandia. Sushi, Beth Spio, and I would stay until the interviews at the end of...
KATHERINE ASKED HIM "had a good night did we? You certainly look very happy?" smiling at him, as he joined her in the interview room. Frank not only had a big smile on his face, but his whole physical movements had much more bounce than yesterday. "Well yes" he said a little sheepishly before adding "I am starting to believe that this whole process is going to work and I am going to find a compatible travelling companion. I have to confess I have had my doubts about what I am trying to...
Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra By Megan Campbell (Released: April 18, 2011) Chapter 32 - Surprise Interviews The calm, serene silence of early morning was shattered by the alarm on my phone for the second time. I groaned loudly, but reached for the nightstand to turn it off. A glance...
I did my first three interviews rather quickly, and they went well. I learned a lot, and found out that I might be a closet lesbian. Anyway, two weeks had gone by, and I still wasn't any closer to finding another incestuous couple. I thought about giving up, but my desires kept my spirits up. I searched for another week, and I still had nothing.I began to get a little down, and I had watched all my videos so many times, my hand began to go numb. Anyway, one thing I liked to do every now and...
IncestI am well into the fifth month of my pregnancy. Clearly there will be no abortion. I am really beginning to show big time now and my sexual passion is lessening a bit. I am told that soon I will lose all passion until after the baby is born. I was escorted here by one of the families who then pretty much dumped me at the school and on Jake. I have met Jun, Rose, Joy, Abbey, Mitch, Anabel, Rosemarie, Cherise, Jana and so many others. Before I was allowed to meet the students and their...
I certainly had a lot of fun with my Aunt Lacy, and to no surprise, she wouldn't shut the hell up about her interview either. So, I had my mom constantly talking about the lesbian twins, and my Aunt Lacy talking about the mother/daughter couple. Meanwhile, Ted and I fucked each other left and right, in hopes I'd get pregnant. One thing I found out before the last interview was, that my dad had a little crush on me. I was unsure what to think about that, but he was my husband's father. I told...
IncestI did my last interview, and those three became a little clingy. They began texting me, and calling nonstop. They didn't mean to make me uncomfortable, but they did a little bit. At the same time, I was about three months pregnant with the baby. Ted, and I needed to be ready to bring a baby into the world, and that didn't include interviewing incestuous couples. I couldn't have been happier with the results of where the experiment got me. I found the love of my life was a hell of a lot closer...
IncestFor over a week, my mom talked about the lesbian twins interview. She just wouldn't shut up about it. She texted, shared pictures, and talked about it to everyone too. For good reason, don't get me wrong, but it was getting a little annoying. My aunt was most annoyed by it though, that stemmed from a lot of jealousy. Well, I was lucky enough to find a way to make it up to her. The lesbian twins told me how much they loved being interviewed, and told me about a mother and daughter, that were...
IncestWhen we told our parents about the proposal, they were quite happy with it. They were still a little annoyed that they weren't there though. At least we got it on tape, and we let them see that part anyway. In the end, everyone was still happy for us. I was certainly happy where the project had gotten me. One thing I didn't tell them about was that we were trying to get pregnant. We had only been trying for a few weeks, so we wouldn't even know if we were successful or not. We weren't gonna...
IncestWe won the race."Fuck," I moaned softly.It was quiet, and simple for the most part. My cum didn't go everywhere, just on Ted's face. He immediately got up with me, and wrapped his arms around me. He held me close, and I felt his hard cock on my stomach. Lacy kept the camera on the other couples, but she mouthed 'I love you' to both of us. Then Ted brought me to one of the couches, and set me down. He got down on his knees, and we just eyeballed each other. Even as we heard all the women...
IncestAfter the second interview, I was unsure what to expect. Don't get me wrong, I loved doing the first two. So I opened myself up for any surprise that could come along. I got a little back story on Valerie, and Frank. John caught her giving him a blow job, and he admitted to fucking his mom. That was it, so I definitely wanted to find out more. By then, I felt more comfortable asking these questions. I guess I owed that to the two previous couples, being so nice and open. Anyway, I found myself...
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