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Mrs. Wilson told me all this the next day before I went to their house. She came outside elevenish, looked up at my window and signaled I needed to come down NOW.We talked a bit then went into our kitchen. She sat at the table and told me what had just gone down with Ellen. I tried to be patient."Dan and I were talking about this when Ellen stepped into the room quietly. We didn't notice her for a few seconds, then Dan said, "Hello Baby." Ellen's face was red and she was breathing hard. ...
Series 9, Episode 15: Ellen Rankin (60), from Stirling We fade in on a business park – a collection of small, modern, one and two story buildings, small well-kept shrubberies and flower-beds around them all, then narrow roads (double yellow lines on both sides to stop blockages) ... It’s a grey day and the roads and buildings look like they’ve been rained on very recently. We move along the road between two of these units, toward a particularly unimpressive and anonymous looking building –...
I casually walked into the living room, naked and hard. I told Dan and Mrs. Wilson that my mother said it was all right to spend the night. Dan looked at me funny and I said, "I told her I was spending the night at a friend's house." Ellen walked into the living room then. She was wearing a robe. "Did you say you can spend the night Peter?" she asked breathlessly. I moved to her, kissed her on the lips and said,"Yes Ellen...ALL night." I looked at her parents, then back at her and said,...
Previous chapter – Ken and Ellen have invited her sister Susie and boyfriend Billy to visiting them on the farm. They have enjoyed watching them and being watched. Ken and Ellen have started to partake of their guest anyway that they can! They are hoping Suzie and Billy will return the favor!When the timer cut the suction to Billy’s cock "milker" he was able to untied Suzie, but only after he watched her cum twice more on the devilish suckers Ellen had left working on her. The laid in each...
To really understand what is going on in this story, you might want to read the first installment: Returning to School - Ellen. That story describes how our relationship went from being students and study partners into a very sexual relationship. I'm Greg, and I'm going to be the primary teller this story, which picks up where the other left off. ========================================================= I managed to get home just in time to meet a working group I was part of...
Ellen, Maddy and HopeWarning: lesbian scenes and intense sexual descriptions and language.Ellen started awake.She lay still for a few moments, wondering why she had woken up from the wonderful dream she had been having. She'd been making love in her dream to one of the new secretaries at work – the tall brunette at the receiving desk. She had just started kissing her, her short skirt had been riding up nicely over her molded thighs as Ellen was bending her over the desk...Damn. She had to pee -...
Chris and Ellen had been on the swinging scene for three years. They had been married for twelve. They were the same age, thirty seven years old. They were high school sweethearts and started going out together in grade eleven when they were seventeen. They started screwing each other in grade twelve and there was no question that one day they would get married. They had their little bust ups in their early twenties, when one or the other had been having an affair. There was fault on both...
Group SexHM Sloop Clotho was a handy craft. Even Richard and Ellen noticed that on the short crossing to Portsmouth. She was flush-decked and carried ten twelve-pounders on each side, a modern man o’war and the captain’s cabin was comparably roomy. They left Le Havre with the morning tide and with a lively westerly wind abeam, Clotho raced over the choppy waters of the Channel often topping 13 knots. Therefore it was still light when they passed the Isle of Wight and made for Portsmouth...
Ellen spent the next week enforcing her disciplinary control over her husband, John. John was fifty-years-old but had readily accepted his forty-eight-year-old wife’s authority over him. In fact he got aroused every time Ellen ordered him to lower his trousers and underpants and even as his bottom stung he happily gave his wife tongue sex before wanking off in front of her. Even after a hand spanking and a spanking with the particularly painful wooden backed paddle hairbrush Ellen so enjoyed...
SpankingJust short of nineteen, being a horny guy was nothing unusual. Chasing after everything of the opposite sex was supposedly normal, what wasn’t so normal was the lust I had for my mom and my aunt. For the past year I’d been having wet dreams about my mother or my aunt. Not that this was unusual for a teen male, but it was not the sort of thing a boy was supposed to do. Especially for me, a skinny awkward k**.What made matters even worse was the fact that my mother Eve and her sister Ellen were...
Chat Night Guest: Ellen Hayes On Sunday September 19, 1999 1PM PST Moderated by Bashful, Julie and Wendy-J (Ellen is too much for one to handle!) Edited by Anne-Mal You can send e-mail to Ellen at: [email protected] Ellen gives special thanks to Brandy, Chris, and pes. We find the guest arriving before the moderator, a taste of what was to happen! (Sir_Lee) Hi Ellen, did you get here early so as not to be late to your own chat? (ehayes) Something like that, but...
The evening before she was to begin her teaching career by taking over Sister Delores' eight grade class at Saint Agnes parochial school, Sister Ellen Marie examined the files of each of her students so she would be familiar with their backgrounds and be able to prepare her lesson plans to their abilities. After carefully reading each file she realized that there were a few very bright students, some that were middle of the road B and C students and then there was Shawn Miller who seemed...
I crawled out of bed and glanced at the clock. It was almost noon. I looked around to see if I could find any kind of clothing somewhere, but I didn’t see anything so I walked out of the guest room naked. My aunt was nowhere to be seen. I quickly walked to my own room, put on some clothes and walked down the stairs, where I found my aunt in the kitchen. She was frying some eggs. “There you are, you horny little devil,” she grinned, “I was just about to come and wake you up. You must be...
Mary had really enjoyed the show. The band had been particularly good singing a string of popular songs. Mary was twenty-years-old and was training to be an IT engineer.Ellen sat next to Mary during the show, and at half time, they had started to have a friendly chat. After the show, they decided to go for a quick drink. Ellen was forty-eight-years-old and worked as a PA to a managing director. She was married to John who she told Mary was fifty-years-old.Ellen wasn't normally the type to...
Spanking-- Ellen the Embezzler 2 --[To date: My somewhat promiscuous stepdaughter Ellen was never noted for her innocence or virtues, but I'd never thought her a thief either. That is, until her boss Harold caught her embezzling office funds from his real estate business.Basically a nice guy, and since he and I had been friends for years, he made Ellen an offer she couldn't refuse. He wouldn't bring criminal charges against her, she could even keep her job .. if she agreed to give him sexual favors...
Kidnap, Rape, Torture & Snuffing of Donna & EllenDonna, age 26 and Ellen, age 27 are nurses. It is 11:00 P.M. Friday night. Both have just finished working the night shift and get off work at 11:00 P.M. They share a quiet secluded house outside town. The two decided to change at work from their nurses’ uniforms and go out to their favorite country western bar The Hot Spur for drinks and dancing. Donna is dressed in tight blue jeans, a white blouse, and lace up brown boots. She wears her...
It was only a few days later that news arrived from London. King George IV had died. He had never been a popular monarch, running up enormous debts, and in his last years, the cartoonists had portrayed him in very unflattering ways. Still, he was the king and parliament was dissolved upon his death. As a Peer of England, Richard had to go to London for the burial, and he left the next morning in their coach. They had decided that Ellen should stay behind with Anthony, as did Richard’s...
When they returned from their walk, the rest of the household, including Tammy and Sandy, were busy polishing silver and glasses under Milena's directions. Josie offered to help, but the others told her that they were almost finished. To busy herself, she helped Chris set the table for dinner. They set the table for twenty people, the Carters, the Tolleys, Ellen and the people in Henry's household. For the first time Josie appreciated the large dinner room. They could easily seat that many...
"I have a challenge for you, Diana," Mike said one night after a particularly great session of lovemaking. "What is that? You want me to get you hard again?" I answered slyly. He laughed. "No, no... there is this guy at work who was telling me about his wife. I guess she's kind of a slut, but she wants to take it to another level." "Oh yeah?" I asked, intrigued. "Yeah, he says she loves to fuck him all the time, but she wants to be treated like a slut by other people. Just for a...
-- Ellen the Embezzler 1 --It was late in the day as I visited the real estate office where my stepdaughter Ellen worked. The owner, Howard, was an old friend; we went way way back, all the way to our school days. He'd been kind enough to hire Ellen as his bookkeeper after she'd not done well in several other job areas. She complained about the work and the lengthy hours, but so far as I was concerned, it was a decent job, Howard was looking out for her, and he reassured me she was doing all...
Sir Jonathan was thoroughly drained. He had come from the Carters’ house where he had tended Richard’s wound. Lucy waited for him when he entered the door. Not trusting his voice, he whispered. “Richard is alive. He’s wounded, but not severely.” “Thank God!” Lucy whispered, overcome with emotion. “And Finney?” Dr. Wilkes found his voice again. “Dead. Right through the chest. Not a thing I could do. He was dead in a minute.” His voice cracked again. “Poor Richard took it hard. He is...
Indeed, six days later saw the three of them inspecting a comfortable cabin on board the Amelia Anne. The ship was a solidly built clipper, constructed to give passengers a maximum of comfort, and Sir Anthony had personally inspected it to the amusement of the Captain. Since the hurricane season had not ended yet, they would take a northern route, and the captain expected the crossing to take five to six weeks. On the first days of the journey out of Southampton, they were indeed favoured by...
During January and February of 1830, the seven women in the family planned the events of the spring and early summer meticulously. Lucy and Harriet had hand-picked a midwife for Ellen, and an agency was tasked to look for a wet nurse come May, the likely time for the birth. Accordingly, Eleanor’s wedding was planned for mid-June, to give Ellen a few weeks to recover. Like Richard and Ellen, Eleanor and Antonio would have their wedding in the church of Matcham Village. Meanwhile, on the...
With December approaching, Richard and Ellen prepared for another journey. The opening of the first steam railroad in Germany was scheduled in Nuremberg on December 7. Richard and Ellen were invited not only to attend, but to sit in the royal carriage with the King, the Prime Minister, and the mayors of Nuremberg and Fuerth. It was a festive affair; a military band was playing and children choirs were singing. King Ludwig personally opened the steam valve that set the Eagle locomotive in...
Het examenfeest was afgelopen. Dit was de laatste keer dat we de aula van onze ex-school uitliepen. Het feest was leuk geweest, maar eigenlijk veel te vroeg afgelopen. Daarom besloten we om in de stad nog ergens iets te gaan drinken. Toen we met zijn vieren, Henk, Jan, Kees en ik, naar de nieuwe jeep van Kees liepen zagen we opeens onze ex-lerares engels naar haar auto lopen. 'Kom', zei Jan 'laten we haar vragen om mee te gaan'. Zo gezegd, zo gedaan. We liepen met z'n vieren naar haar toe en...
Lucy was busy on the next morning, and there was no opportunity for Ellen to speak with her in private. After lunch, Lucy had to visit one of the governors of the hospital where Sir Jonathan performed his pro bono publico work. Lucy was very good at this behind the scenes work, letting the wealthy sponsors bask in the public praise, but keeping the hospital going for her husband. It was this pro bono work as well as his naval service that had earned Jonathan his knighthood. Not that Lucy saw...
When I was in high school, I was part of a circle of friends. We didn't really have anything that defined us -- we weren't band geeks, although some of us played in the band; we weren't jocks, although some of us played on the sports teams; we weren't really 'brains' or 'nerds', although most of us got good grades; we weren't the popular k**s, or the k**s who slept around. All we really had in common was that we liked each other, and enjoyed each other's company.When it came time to go to...
Monday morning, Renee was gone by the time the rest of the house got moving. That night she was home, looking tired and aching from posing all day long, including major costume changes every hour. At the dinner table, Renee said, "I have been asked whether I know any handsome men who might be interested in being in some of my photographs that will be taken on Thursday and Friday. I need three men, preferably muscular, and they must be willing to pose in crazy ways around me, or with me....
I stood in the door way watching Ellen's every move as she dances around the kitchen preparing my favorite dish; salmon, mixed veggies, mashed potatoes and crusty bread. Everything that went wrong that day seems to melt away as I laugh at her singing. She has no idea I'm there, watching her so intently, she didn't hear me come in. All she knew is that I'm going to be home soon and she wants to surprise me. I smell that the fish is almost ready and wanted to run up and scare her to death....
Three Cheers For Ellen (Revision) By Ellen The Cheerleader Uniform, I can not think of an outfit more appealing to a cross-dresser than the set of these clothes. In Junior High School, High School, and College I admired and wished many times how I could get my hands on the ensemble. Luckily I did have my luck at scoring a complete uniform. My fantasies however never turned out as good as the one that I share with all of you. Thanks for all the kind reviews just on the...
Richard Carter, 3rd Baron Lambert, woke up with a royal head ache. Not that he had slept enough, but the butler, Oldroyd, was standing by his bedside, shaking him hesitantly. “Lady Lambert’s compliments, milord, and you must wake up and prepare for the ceremony.” “What time is it, then?” Richard croaked. “Almost nine o’clock, milord.” “All right then,” Richard moaned. “Anything else?” “Yes, milord, there is this parcel here, from Miss Wilkes. It was delivered by messenger ten minutes...
Ellen’s Saturday Saturday morning came up and I began to clean and prepare the apt. for Ellen’s visit and dinner. I planned the food, even changed bed linen just in case Ellen and I decided to sleep together tonight . . . . I prepared my clothing. I had one of those dresses that had a size smaller than my real size. It had a combination of cotton and spandex that made it cling to my body. I was dressing up for a passionate conquest. Yes, I was in love and did not care that it was with a...
LesbianThe countryside looked its best in early May. The fresh green of trees and shrubs was a feast for the eyes, especially eyes that had become accustomed to the soot of the large City. Although Ellen felt a little guilty about it, she could not help feeling true happiness. She sat snuggled against Richard in the open carriage, the spring sun warming them nicely, and the fresh air feeling like champagne to her lungs. Now they passed through the village of Matcham, the people on the streets...
Sister Ellen - Order of Saint Silenus (*) by [email protected] If you aren't old enough, or live in a place where erotic fiction is banned, or are offended by stories involving transgenders having sex with men and boys, you should stop reading now. This story is a sequel to "Sister Ellen, Part I", written by David Smith. With his permission, I've stolen his two major characters and created a "fork" in their history. David promises a Part II, which I'm sure will be quite hot,...
Introduction. My name is Greg. After graduating high school I moved to the mid-west for several years where I held a number of less than great jobs and partied like crazy. Eventually, I moved back east, got a better job, and started attending night-school at a local university. Eventually, I had taken enough courses and earned grades good enough to get me into the full time program. Soon after I started school full time, I broke off with my girlfriend of 3 years, and...
Richard was properly awed. He was sitting as unobtrusively as possible at a table opposite his grandfather. His father on his right side was talking tariffs and sugar prices with one of the wealthiest men in the realm. Sir Robert Norton was a legend, a commercial genius whose net worth was rumoured to exceed three million pounds. Richard knew that his father held substantial interest in shipping and foreign trade, but he had never known him to be so well connected. Richard followed the sound...
SUE-ELLEN CARTER A Southern Lady By Betty Noone My name is Robert E. Bradford, age 44, 5'6" in height and weigh 160 pounds. I live in Tascaloos, Alabama, a factory town with about 90,000 population. With my wife, Mary Lou,I own a cafe. My family have lived in the South every since my great-great-great (I don't know how many more greats to add) grandfather immigrated from Ireland about five years before the Civil War and...
Over the next weeks, Ellen and Richard saw each other regularly, but they found it difficult to get as close as they had been used to. They were never left alone and a sense of frustration built up in both of them. The opening of the ball season should have provided them with an outlet, but at that point they had become slightly irritated with each other. Ellen, in her naïve excitement, had come to enjoy the gossiping and scandal mongering of society, something that Richard did not appreciate...
The springs and axles of the coach groaned and squeaked as the driver urged the horses on with his whip. Sleeping dogs jumped up and out of their way and the native people looked after them with displeasure, since they endangered humans and animals with their par force drive. In less than ten minutes the coach screeched to a halt in front of the tall mansion and Richard had to restrain Ellen from rushing ahead. As it was they made a fast enough entrance. Yet nobody was at the door to check...
After six weeks in London, Ellen was satisfied that she had seen most of her friends and acquaintances. She had quickly grown tired of relating her adventures and volunteered information only when friends asked her explicitly. What she enjoyed were the sessions with Colleen and Melissa. The three women worked together writing about the journey, with a focus on the Overland Route and with Melissa making an effort to transform Ellen’s awkward sketches into simple etchings. Every day they worked...
It was a week later. Ellen sat in her coach heading towards Kensington Palace, the seat of the Duchess of Kent, the Princess Victoria of Sachse-Coburg-Saalfeld. She was the widow of Edward, Duke of Kent and Strathearne, the fourth son of King George III. Their sole offspring, Alexandrina Victoria, styled the Princess Victoria of Kent, was heir apparent to King William. Ellen was about to meet the fifteen year-old Princess at the behest of the King. The reception was frosty. The Duchess spoke...
“Are you certain that it is in good taste for us to visit Binnings’ stupid reception?” Richard Carter, 3rd Baron Lambert, had asked the question before, and his grandmother’s answer was no different from her previous ones. “Of course you can go, Richard. Besides, poor Ellen has been preparing for over a week. Marjorie has worded her invitation in a very conciliatory tone, so you are obliged to go. You have a position in society, Richard, and you have to act accordingly. Noblesse oblige! Now...
It was late afternoon before Richard and Ellen came downstairs again. Ellen was aware of the fact that she walked gingerly, but she was blissfully indifferent to the knowing smiles of Sadie and Neeta and to the deep blush Evi showed when she saw her mistress. Marie was in the nursery and Ellen went upstairs again to make sure her cousin was coping. Marie blushed when she saw Ellen. “I took the children outside to play, whilst you and Richard...” The rest of Marie’s words were...
Author’s note: One of my earlier pieces, and still a favorite. * The Tender Spot had been closed forty minutes. Everyone else had left. The lights were out, but thin, weak rays of light eked through the blinds on the front windows from the streetlight outside. Paul glanced at the piano, fingered a few notes, before joining his hands together on his lap, thinking…. Then he said, ‘Who said anything about that?’ ‘I did,’ Ellen replied quietly, as if someone else in the room could overhear...
Ellen is my Dad’s younger sister, and boy she’s a big boned, voluptuous woman… she’s about 5 foot 8, 170 pounds, got a fat ass, huge titties with a slight gut. She’s a super pale Greek with brown hair that she commonly dyes orange. The color of her nipples, vagina and asshole change with the season, but she’s usually pink through and through. Her fat ass is the best, it aged well as she’s got some slight sag to it, but it sags into a perfect mozzarella bubble butt. I love nothing more than...
I was sitting in a booth eating breakfast when Dixie sat down opposite me. "How we doing Rob?" "Day to day Dixie, day to day." "You about ready to give me another shot at you?" I looked at her and remembered what we once had and my dick started to harden. "Why not?" I thought. It has been months and I certainly didn't owe Ellen any degree of faithfulness. "What do you have in mind?" "Bob Thomas and the Highway Travelers are at the Stagecoach. How about Mexican for dinner and...
Her black tailored business skirt stretched across her hips in a perfect fit, the white blouse tucked into the neat waistline withouth a bulge or ruche in sight. The elegance of her attire was emphasised and confirmed by the males in the room with her, and when she relaxed back in her leather chair and crossed her legs with a gentle sigh from her sheer stockings, those same males stiffened to full erection almost as one.Ellen looked at them appraisingly. They were fine specimens certainly and...
“Did you enjoy yourself, my dear?” Doña Maria asked her son over the rattle of the coach wheels on the cobble stones. She had spent the last hours of the ball sitting with the Carters. It had been a pleasant evening for her, the ice between her and Sir Anthony’s wife had finally melted. Lady Carter had been in a very happy mood and that had helped. She realised that her son had not answered. “Antonio! Did you enjoy yourself?” “Err, yes, sorry Mother. I was in thought. Tell me, Mother, the...
Two weeks after Marjorie Binnings’ trial, on a warm day in early August, the tenants of Matcham and Woodbridge and their dependants assembled in and in front of the village church. The front pews were taken up by a large group of visitors, noble and rich people, who had come to celebrate with Richard and Ellen. Before their friends and relatives and the assembled country folk, the new squire of Woodbridge Manor, Richard Lord Lambert and his lovely bride, Ellen Trilby Wilkes, exchanged their...
Ellen was feeling lazy. Even with the benefit of a wet nurse, the first days with her new daughter had been tiring. Fortunately, she could rest without a bad conscience on this morning. Richard had gone very early. He had a seven o’clock meeting with Sir Robert Norton and he had seen to it that breakfast was served in bed for Ellen. The newspapers were strewn over the bed cover too. Three of them carried the announcement and that was why Richard had brought them into the bedroom for Ellen to...
The sound of their bedroom door when it slammed shut after the fleeing Marie, alerted Richard, too. “Who was that? Tony?” he asked, slightly worried. “No, it was Marie. She must have been standing there for a while, now that I think of it. Oh, my! We must have been a sight for her!” “What was she doing here?” “I suppose, she came to look after me. We were not exactly mute. She probably feared I was under attack.” Ellen looked over her shoulder. “Not so far from the truth,...
Ellen finally graduated from college after being in college for longer then she wanted to, which was just over six years. She had gotten a job that promised her big bonus checks as long as she could sell her clients on the terrific “package” the company sold to its customers. She’d done that too. She made a sale. It was a big one at that. She was so delighted that she’d gotten it she’d forgotten about how big her bonus would be that when it arrived she was dumbfounded. However, she knew exactly...
IncestBeing yesterday’s hero took some getting used to. Cole Reynolds was no longer the star quarterback. No, at the tender age of eighteen, he was a has-been, already looking back with nostalgia at those thrilling Friday nights on the gridiron, sharing the heat of battle with his loyal teammates, cheered on by his adoring fans. But life goes on, and for him that meant getting through his last semester at Damascus High, applying for college and keeping himself in shape to perhaps play college ball....
On the next morning after a good night’s sleep, Ellen sat down at her desk to finish the letters according to Harriet Carter’s advice, and she sent both of them by messenger. That done, Ellen busied herself with other affairs that she had neglected in the past, tumultuous days. She and Richard had agreed not to visit that day to allow both of them to catch some breath and to allow their families to adjust gradually to their developing love affair. However, Ellen wrote a short letter to...
Over the next three months, Don Antonio Ruiz de Costa became a frequent visitor at the Carters’ home. He and Eleanor spent an increasing amount of time together and it was clear to everyone that their mutual infatuation increased with each visit. Harriet Carter did not insist on the presence of a chaperone anymore since she had come to trust the young man. Harriet had also developed a strong level of understanding with Antonio’s mother and she often accompanied Eleanor when she visited the...
“Hey Rick, what are you doing here, I wasn’t expecting you.” She said with forced calmness. “Yeah, sorry. I probably should’ve texted or phoned or something and maybe this was a bad idea but I just realised something and I’ve just got to check it and I'm sorry to do this to you but I know you’ve been waiting and wanting it for a while and erm... yeah.” He said without pause for breath. “Erm ok,” Ellen replied, slightly confused, “what did you find out, what d’you wanna check?” “Well it’s...
It's good to help people when they need it. It's even better when you can turn that help into so much more. It started innocently enough, well, kind of innocently.---All right, Ellen, I'll help you design and build that database you were talking about for work. However there'll be a cost, a price."A price?"First of all, I need to make something very clear. I'm sensitive about people I work with, people I talk to (especially about personal things) keeping it to themselves. I've heard over...
Way to be a father, David, and scold Ellen for once. I got her plenty to eat when she stopped crying and apologizing. I hated to do that so harshly, but she seemed to have needed it. “I have plenty for you to eat, Ellen, when you are ready,” I told her after she blew her nose and wiped her eyes. She was ravenous, and I had to stop at the next exit to let her hit the throne while I got her more to eat. We ate there until Ellen had crapped out pretty much everything inside her gut besides...