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Date of first publication: Saturday PM, January 17, 2004
Special thanks to Pete ‘the old fart’ for his expertise in re-editing and re-proofing.
Driving past derelict cars, old grocery carts tossed aimlessly, and a variety of useless junk on the side of the road, the realization came to me, every day, I wish the hell I could get out of here! It was a daily mental lapse as the memories flooded into my mind. Many of you had heard of the exceptional stories of rags to riches; in my case, it was in the reverse. Gone was my three story house with its large manicured lawn and kidney shaped pool, my three cars, the summer home on the lake with my favorite Jacuzzi, my bank accounts, which were now all empty; plus, all the items I had accumulated over fifteen years of hard work. How did I get here? Well, it’s a long story. It was a case of being very ignorant and in the wrong place all at the wrong time. Guilt, by association, and my wife’s high priced divorce lawyer did me in.
My prior employers’ illegal activities were the catalyst. Being gullible, and accepting things as they seemed, had me pay the ultimate price; everything I held dear in my life was lost. I thought highly of my employer; but, unknown to me, I was working for a front of a small drug cartel. When the place was eventually raided, everyone in the building was arrested, regardless of knowledge or participation. The area of the company that I had slaved in for nearly fifteen years was the only clean part of the whole operation. None of the office staff was even aware that the company was actually a front for money laundering and one of the largest distributors of crack cocaine; but, we were arrested none the less, stupidity was no defense.
My marriage was on the rocks at the time and my wife, and her shark lawyer, used my embarrassment as a starting point for the divorce. The only thing they left me was a small pension for an injury I had received while serving in the Marines. The team of my wife and her lawyer reluctantly left me with that and a tired, seven year old, beat up Chevy. She and her lawyer couldn’t do anything about the pension, but they tried. My lawyer proved powerless against the female divorce court judge, who I was sure was a dyke. After seven months in the criminal courts, I was found innocent of all charges; but, I was left a pauper with three hundred and ninety seven dollars in my wallet and a credit card my wife didn’t know about. Leaving the courthouse, I jumped into my old Chevy and started driving with all that I had left in the world: my clothes, a portable TV and my personal computer. The last thing I remember was my wife saying to use it to find a new job. With no plan in mind, I just started to drive and ended up on the West Coast. Over the last three days, I had traveled over 1200 miles; all just to make sure my past stayed far behind me.
My name is Dave Greer. At forty-nine, my life was great until the shit hit the fan. I had thought my wife was my partner, my source of light; but, when the investigation hit, she was at her lawyer’s suing me for a divorce. I realize, now, that leaving my past behind was one the best moves I had made in my life.
Abbotsville was a large town, the main industry was logging. My first priority was to find a place to live. In a conversation with a female clerk after fuelling, she suggested a family trailer park that had reasonable rentals. After giving me directions, she told me to ask for Fred, the owner. With my limited resources, I couldn’t afford to be choosy. Within an hour I had a new home; an old, but well maintained, mobile home. It didn’t take long to unload my worldly possessions. You had heard of the white trash trailer park? Well, I found it. Complete with old abandoned cars and assorted junk lying where it had last served any useful purpose. The only good thing about my situation was that the mobile home was very clean; it had been well maintained and was fully furnished. Everything worked. I looked forward to a hot shower and a good night’s sleep.
My unpacking didn’t take long; everything I own was in four cardboard boxes and a suitcase. Now, I had the time to take a better look at my new abode. It was completely equipped with all of the furniture, appliances and bedding, which was all part of the rental agreement. It seemed the prior residents had a marital split and sold it to the park owner as it stood. Fred, the owner, had actually tried to sell it to me before saying it was for rent. I worked out a deal where a portion of my rent would act as a down payment if I decided to buy. This was the only way Fred would rent it to me. My next priority was groceries. Leaving the unit, a couple of residents were walking by and waved.
“Welcome to Pinewood Acres.”
“Thank you. My name is David Greer. Could you tell me where the closest grocery store is? I need to do some shopping.”
“Well, we are the Rogers, this is Mary and I’m Bill. The only store near the park is Farmer Jack’s. Just go out the park entrance, turn left and it is about 4 miles down on your right.”
“Thank you. I will likely see you later.”
I took my time in the Chevy, driving slowly out of the park. Moving along the winding road, I noticed a number of people walking about; families, singles, and many children. There was a group of young girls off to the left. If body development meant maturity, these young ladies were very mature. Couldn’t help wondering how old they actually were? But, first things first, the priority was to get groceries.
Farmer Jack’s was a large sprawling complex, combining nearly every need you may have all at one location. Forty-five minutes later, and one hundred and fifty dollars poorer, I was on my way home. That was a nice word, ‘home,’ even if it meant it was just a trailer park. I felt good for the first time in nearly eleven months. No more lawyers, accusations, or worries; I was a free man! ‘Today is the first day of the rest of my new life.’
Not only did I not have a wife but my marriage was childless too; I had nobody to worry about but myself. I was certainly not interested in the happenings of my ex-wife. Tomorrow, I planned on looking for a new job. Tonight, I warmed up a can of chili and enjoyed a couple of Black Russians, while sitting on my deck.
I looked in the local paper and found a listing, offered by the state employment agency, for an accountant. The employment office was very helpful making an appointment for me at Green’s Logging. They were the firm looking for an accountant. Getting directions, I drove out. Twenty minutes later, I was an employee of Green’s Logging. It seemed that accountants in this logging town were a scarce commodity and, after I showed them my degree and mentioned I had fifteen years’ experience, I was hired! The interviewer did not ask why I left my prior employer. I certainly didn’t volunteer the information. My new career started tomorrow at 7:30.
I had a peaceful night and greeted the new day with the hope that good things were going to be part of my new life. In my feel good mood, I re-collected my secret little nest egg. It was something I worked to keep out of my mind as my world caved in around me. I had managed to keep it hidden from my leach of a wife. Over the past five or six years, I had been collecting fifty dollar bills and tucking them into a tin box inside my old beat up tool box I kept in the garage. The original purpose was it was going to be my rainy day money; actually, I was going to take a trip to Vegas and had planned on using it for gambling. So, when the shit hit the fan, nobody knew this little cache of bills existed and, having the foresight, I cut a piece of cardboard to fit the tin box, and dumped a set of old rusty screw drivers on top. I had no idea how much was in the tin box and I never did anything that would draw attention it. Since this mess started, I hadn’t even opened it. The ugly tool box and the tin box were part of my belongings in the trunk, kindly left to me by my wife; she didn’t think anyone would want to buy it, when she auctioned off everything else that wasn’t nailed down. It was just two old metal-boxes with a number of well used tools in them, nothing of any value, except to me. Tonight, I would find out just how big my backup fund was.
The first day at work went well; the company was larger than I had thought, with many divisions all over the timber area. All of the accounting, from every facet of the company, flowed into this office; no drugs or money laundering was visible. My new co-workers accepted me and, surprisingly, I was not questioned about my former job but, I knew the questions would come once they got comfortable with me. The drive home was pleasant and relaxing, due to the fact that there wasn’t much traffic in Abbotsville. I looked forward to a very lazy evening.
As I got out of the car I heard.
“Hello, Mister.”
Looking at me was a young lady, maybe fourteen or fifteen, quite shapely, dressed in very short white shorts and a tight red tube top. Everything about her showed confidence while her dark complexion accented the white clothing.
“Hello to you! I’m David Greer.”
“I’m Tasha. I live two trailers down that way.”
“Nice to meet you, neighbor. Can I do something for you?”
“No, I was just looking for someone to talk to. My mom won’t be home for hours and I have completed my homework and the chores Mom asked me to do.”
“Well, if you like, you can come and sit on my deck and we can talk and wait for your mom. Her car has to pass us, doesn’t it?”
“Of course, dummy. It is the only road in the park.”
Watching her move towards me, I noted that she was graceful. Her black hair shone and her appealing scent preceded her. Tasha’s long, attractive, coffee hued legs looked good in the designer shorts that hugged her well-shaped hips. The tube top hid nothing, but it certainly showed how well-endowed Tasha was in the chest department; plus, two very noticeable buttoned sized nipples.
“Can I get you a drink? I have Coke or root beer?”
“Oh, I don’t want to bother you, I have just had my dinner.”
“It’s no bother. I’m going to make myself a drink, so please join me and we can talk.”
“Ok, if it is not a bother, a Coke would be nice.”
Going into the small kitchen, I made my drink with lots of ice and get a glass and a can of Coke for Tasha.
“Thank you. That’s very nice of you.”
“You’re welcome. You say your mom is working. Where? And where does your Dad work?”’
“My mom sells real-estate, so she works late most nights. My dad doesn’t live with us.”
Now that was a paradox: her mother sold real-estate and, yet she lived here. She couldn’t be very successful. How was I going to ask that question without being nosey? Then, Tasha answered it without me asking the question.
“Mom took our mobile home as a down payment on a sale and couldn’t sell it. So, we moved in. We have been here over a year, I like it. It is quiet, and the neighbors are great. My dad lives in New York. I haven’t seen him in three years. Mom says it’s no loss.”
“This is a nice place, especially now that I have met my neighbor.”
Tasha looked at me, questionably; her large brown bedroom eyes were bright with hidden wonders. For a young girl, she was having an effect I hadn’t felt for years; interest in a female, and a young female at that.
“Do you have any family?”
“No, I just got divorced. We didn’t have any children.”
“Did you live here in Abbotsville?”
“No, I lived back on the East Coast.”
Tasha was fourteen going on fifteen, which she emphasized. She was going have her birthday next month, August fifteenth, and has just completed grade eight. She was looking forward to returning to school. I knew it must be a female thing as most males didn’t look forward to returning. She wanted to be a nurse or a model. With her attractive light chocolate complexion and developing body, she could be successful in the second course of endeavor. Tasha certainly had the looks and budding body, for a model. She told me she was an honor student with an average in the high nineties; so, smarts weren’t a problem.
Just then, a car stopped in front of my trailer.
“That’s my mom.”
“Tasha, it is time for supper.”
“Mom, I want you to meet David Greer. He has rented the Alice’s mobile home from Fred. I had my dinner.”
“Hello, Mr. Greer. I am Nadia Raven. I hope Tasha hasn’t been bothering you.”
Nadia was the true businesswoman. She was very well groomed; her suit was obviously tailored for her body and, even at the end of her busy day, she looked radiant. Her face was very attractive; I fell in love with her red coated lips. An old friend of mine stirred outwards as I compared mom and daughter. Just looking at Mrs. Raven, I could see how Tasha would be very popular with every male for miles, based on her full grown model.
“No, she is good company. She told me you would be along shortly. How is the real-estate business?”
“Actually, this month is hectic; my days and nights seem to be full. Sometimes I feel sorry for Tasha. She has to be on her own quite often. Come on Tasha, you can help me unload the groceries.”’
“Bye now.”
I watched the car turn into a driveway two trailers down. There was a rush of activity as they unloaded the car and then disappeared behind the trees. My mind turned to dinner. I bought a nice sirloin steak and some baking potatoes; I was going to treat myself. Since it would be the first real meal in my new abode, I wanted it to be memorable. When the dishes were done, I remembered my stash of fifties. Now, you might think I was a bit crazy collecting fifties. My salary had been mid six figures, and that didn’t count bonuses which I received every quarter. In my fifteen blissful years, I never missed a bonus. I was a very good accountant.
The tin box started its life as a cookie tin. I couldn’t remember its origin, but I have had it for years. At one point, it had a collection of event stubs in it. Plays I had attended with my, then loving, wife. Now it held my only tangible asset from fifteen years of my prior life: cash. I dumped the contents onto the kitchen table. It was one large pile of bills. Savoring each bill, and imagining the look on my loving wife’s face if she ever discovered the stash existed, I counted and was surprised at the total. There was an accumulation of twenty-four thousand, seven hundred and fifty dollars: all in fifties. Now, I was concerned about having all that cash, and then I realized I had been dragging that tin box around with me for the last eleven months in the trunk of the Chevy. Ignorance is bliss.
Putting fifteen hundred aside for new clothes plus a few things I would need for the trailer, I bundled the rest neatly and put it back in the battered old box with the cardboard and screwdrivers on top; then, I covered it all with an oily rag. I planned to rent a safety deposit box and then, slowly, deposit the stash into a bank account, so as not to arouse any suspicion or interest. The last thing I needed was to bring attention to myself because of a large cash deposit.
The next two months went by very fast. Our department was very fast paced to match the booming lumber business. According to the job scuttlebutt, it hadn’t always been this way. Only two years ago the demand for lumber was so low there were massive layoffs. Now, however, with the good economy, the building industry was booming and the demand was at record peak.
I had actually received a surprise letter of commendation, from a vice president I had never met, for a number of suggestions to improve the profitability of the department. Most had been accepted and were now part of the way of business at the Green’s Logging accounting department. One of the senior vice-presidents had sent a notice to my manager acknowledging the changes and had instructed him to take the complete department staff for a very expensive dinner, spouses included. In his letter, he mentioned the funds to be able to do this were from part of the cost savings the company now enjoyed as a result of my suggestions. This did a lot to get me accepted by my co-workers. Apparently, the company had never done anything like this before.
At the home front, I enjoyed the greenery of the park. Tasha kept coming by and saying hello. We sat and chatted while waiting for her mom. It became a regular thing when her mom worked late. Tasha would drop over and stay till her mom stopped to pick her up. School had just started and Tasha wore her school uniform and certainly looked gorgeous in it. Her pleated skirt hugged her well-shaped bottom. The white blouse was tight against her ample breasts. She was a very striking young woman. I kept thinking about her in my erotic dreams. Tasha appeared to like me and was very open in her conversations. She didn’t have a boyfriend; but, the boys kept asking her out for dates. Her mom had told her she was still too young. She told me that the boys were only interested in one thing when they dated girls.
“And, what is that Tasha?”
“You know.”
“Oh, I think you had better tell me! I haven’t been to school in a long time. So things may have changed.”
“Well, sex. You know what I mean.”
“Sex? You just turned fifteen.”
She seemed disappointed in my response. Her eyes seemed to cloud, and she was approaching tears. What had I done? She sobbed.
“Don’t you think I am beautiful? My body has filled out as much as any woman. My breasts are nearly as big as my mom’s.”
Well, I know she was well endowed, but I didn’t know how much. Now I did.
“Tasha, to be honest, you are a very attractive young lady and if I were a young man, I would be attempting to date you.”
“You aren’t that old.”
“Oh yes I am, when I get up in the morning, I feel like I am eighty.”
Tasha was giggling.
“Well, anyway, I don’t think your mom would be too happy to see a forty nine year old man knocking on your door to pick you up for a date.”
“Oh! Would you date me?”
“Now Tasha, I didn’t say that; but, if it were possible, I would be proud to take you out on a date. But, you know that is impossible. Your mom and all the people would think I was robbing the cradle. Men my age don’t date girls your age.”
“You mean you don’t want to date me?”
“Tasha, I would love to date you, but people would talk and your mom would never agree to it. I think it would be nice to take you to a nice restaurant for dinner.”
I was digging myself into a hole and now wanted to fill it. I should have kept my mouth shut and stuck to easier topics.
“How is school?”
That was my attempt at trying to change the subject.
“What restaurant?”
“Restaurant?”
“You said you would like to take me to a restaurant for dinner. What restaurant?”
Me and my big mouth ... I had really stuck my foot in it this time.
“Well, assuming it was possible, the company is planning to take the staff and spouses to the Talbot Inn. Since I don’t have a spouse, I could ask you. The meals, I hear, are claimed to be fabulous.”
“Oh, David, I would love to go! Some of the girls at school have been there with their parents. Mom said she would take me, but she never has the time. She works so hard.”
Thankfully, Nadia pulled up and Tasha ran to the car. I watched her from behind as her skirt flipped up showing her so sexy legs; her white socks set off her perfect coffee complexion. Thankfully, our conversation ended. I had no idea how deep the hole could have been. It would be nice to take her out for dinner and a movie, but who would approve of an old man taking a young teenager out for dinner? I just let it drop.
A couple of days later, Tasha came bounding up to the porch.
“Mom said I could.”
“Could what?”
“Go out to dinner with you at the Talbot Inn. She said she checked around with some of the people at Green’s Lumber and you are well liked there. So, she said it would be okay to go, if you did ask me. So, when can we go?”
Oh shit! What did my big mouth get me into now? I was on thin ice.
“Your mom said you could go out for dinner with me?”
“Yep! You can ask her when she picks me up.”
Now what was I going to do? I could imagine me going to the Talbot Inn for our company dinner with Tasha at my side. My co-workers would have a field day. How would I explain Tasha to them?
“Nadia, Tasha mentioned something about going out for dinner.”
Nadia had a mischievous smile on her face.
“You mentioned to Tasha that you would like to take her to dinner at the Talbot Inn.”
“Well, in so many words I did, we were talking about her dating and I mentioned if I was a young man, as in fifteen to seventeen, I would certainly be asking her for a date. I thought we were talking theoretically.”
For some reason, Nadia found this funny and she started to laugh. I personally didn’t see any humor in the situation.
“Tasha did not take it that way. She has been talking my arm off for the last two days trying to convince me to allow her to go on a date with you; so, I did some checking about you. You have a lot of good friends at Green’s Logging. They couldn’t say enough nice things about you, especially since you are responsible for getting the company to spring for that dinner. They are all looking forward to it. Everyone I talked to give you the thumbs up and said they wouldn’t mind if you robbed the cradle for a date, as long as the dinner goes on.”
“He isn’t robbing the cradle; Mom; you and I are nearly the same size.”
“So, if you do ask her to your special dinner, Tasha has my permission to accept.”
“See David, I told you so!”
With that comment, the two of them headed home. I was toast! I was also painted into the proverbial corner.
The next day at work I found out who Nadia’s friends were. Nearly all the office staff had used Mrs. Raven as their real-estate agent.
“So, who are you taking to dinner at the Talbot Inn, David?”
“I got to admit, Tasha Raven is a very good looking young lady. But, don’t you think she is a little young for you?”
The whole department was aware of the situation concerning Tasha. Everybody enjoyed sticking the needle in me today. Fortunately, it was all in fun. So, I certainly didn’t have to worry about how people will react if I did ask Tasha for an innocent dinner. On the other hand, was it innocent? The company sponsored dinner was this weekend. I would have to ask Tasha tonight to give her time to decide to accept and arrange with her mom what she would wear. Since I was already labeled a cradle robber, I might as well enjoy it.
During my lunch, I dropped off my suit at the local cleaners. It had been hanging in the closest since I arrived; the work atmosphere at Green’s Logging was casual. It had been a while since I had had anything resembling a date. Now, I really felt stupid just thinking about it. What if she decided to turn me down? When I arrived back at work, a number of hand drawn pictures of an older man with a baby bottle graced my desk. One of the staff, who had children, donated a child’s car seat; it was sitting on my desk. For the balance of the afternoon, I got digs from everyone. Finally, the office manager reminded the staff why the company was footing the bill for the dinner and they should show some sign of respect for the idea man. Slowly, many come forward and apologized with great grandioseness, to which I reminded each one it wouldn’t get them off the hook and payback was a bitch.
Tasha was waiting for me as usual, still dressed in her school uniform, a short pleated skirt and blouse. She was smiling. When I looked at her today, I saw a physically full grown woman and wondered what it would be like to have this beautiful young teenager in bed for the night. An urge, that had been lost for nearly a year, made its interest known. Sex was not a priority while sitting in court; especially with your future on the line. I had been out of the dating scene for years and really didn’t know how to interrupt the signs Tasha had been giving me since we met; or, even if they were signs. Did teenagers give signs? My hard-on was the only sign I had and its meaning was very clear.
“Hi David, how did your day go?”
“Well, I found out your mom has a lot of friends at Green’s Logging.”
“She has been selling real-estate for many years. She knows a lot of people.”
“Since your mom has given her blessing, I had better make this formal. Miss Raven, would you accompany me to a special dinner at the Talbot Inn this Saturday evening?”
“Of course, Mr. Greer, it will be my pleasure. What time should I expect you?”
“Dinner is at seven, would six be convenient?”
“Yes, six will be fine.”
She surprised me when she came to me. Her arms encircled my neck and she pulled my face to hers, kissing me with her full luscious lips. Her soft body, pushing against me, located my hardon and purposely rotated against it. My hands ran down her back and slipped under her skirt to her ample, panty covered bum cheeks, pulling her hard against my cock. My face was buried in her hair inhaling her shampoo and just a trace of very appealing scent. The heat of her bare skin penetrated my hands. Then, the light in my mind clicked on: I was molesting a barely teenage girl. I released her and softly pushed her away from me. Tasha looked at me in surprise.
“I am sorry Tasha, I forgot my manners. I shouldn’t have touched you like that.”
“Like what? I like the way you touched me. It feels good hugging you that close.”
Her eyes were on my obvious hard-on, which was embarrassingly tenting my slacks. Her actions, and demeanor, suggested she had some knowledge of the workings of a male penis. As I slowly backed up, trying to distance myself from temptation, Tasha seemed to move towards me, encircling my neck; she started the rotation on my shaft again. It really was a welcome feeling. Looking up and down the street, there was no one witnessing our love-in. Grabbing her bum cheeks, my finger ran in the deep crack separating them and found a smooth, panty covered, small rimmed opening; putting pressure at this point brought a moan from Tasha. Again, the light of caution came on and I pulled away.
“Tasha, we can’t do this. What would people think?”
“Can’t we go inside? Mom won’t be home for another hour.”
The intelligent thing would have been for me to say no and suggest that Tasha went home. Me? I needed a cold shower. I hadn’t been this excited for years. I couldn’t believe how much lust Tasha had generated in me. She was a very well developed teenager, desirable and somewhat willing; but, still a young teen. What I didn’t need was another brush with the law.
So much for my puritan thoughts! Tasha had my hand and pulled me towards the front door. Once inside, she was in my arms and really rubbing her body against my hard on. My hand found her ass crack again, this time moving the thin strip of cloth from her tight smooth anal pucker. With very little effort, my finger was embedded in her tight warm opening to the first knuckle. Her anal muscles tightened on the intruder. I was playing with fire and, hell, if I kept this up, I would get burnt.
“Tasha. Please. We can’t do this. You have no idea how much trouble I would be in if anyone sees this.”
Struggling to free myself of her grip, we faced each other, panting with excitement. Tasha’s eyes were full of fire as she looked at me. It was only my willpower that held me in check, and it was waning ; she had no idea how close she come to losing her panties. I could only imagine how good her chocolate pussy would taste.
“You are the first man to kiss me like that. I like it.”
“You are very nice to kiss, Tasha; but, that doesn’t make it right.”
“Did you like putting your finger in my bum?”
What I wanted to tell her was my cock should be deep in her bottom right now, my engorged member was hurting; but, I kept my cool and just nodded yes.
“I never thought about anyone playing with my bum hole; but, it did feel wonderful, especially when you moved your finger back and forth. I bet you want to put that in my bum hole as well. Some of the girls at school do it with their boyfriends.”
That was my rock solid man meat. Tasha’s eyes were focused on the substantial tent at my crotch. This was not helping me. I would love to see her undress, and then bury my cock in her tight virgin anal pucker. I couldn’t believe I was actually thinking like this. Young teenage girls had never been in my realm of sexual interests.
However, looking at the topic of my recent dreams, Tasha’s presence had changed all that. Not knowing what to say next, it was fortunate that the sound of Tasha’s mom’s car brought our foreplay to an abrupt end. Tasha rearranged her clothes, smiled at me and left me hurting. I watched her short skirt swaying as she walked. The small taste of the wonders it was concealing had me trembling.
It took a good twenty minutes of heavy breathing, then a hand job that produced the largest volume of sperm imaginable and a very cold shower, to bring my hormones under control. I was in an uproar all because of a loving, beautiful, very appealing and sexy teenage girl.
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Newlywed Husband Learns the TruthLisa is a very large woman in her early twenties. She is about 5'6" and weighs about 380. She is definitely what you would call a SSBBW.John is a skinny, dorky white guy in his twenties.Pastor Lamont is in his late fifties, with gray hair and a gray goatee.John and Lisa had dated for almost two years before he proposed. They had a great relationship, but she told him she was going to wait until marriage to have sex with him. Lucky for John, she allowed him...
“That’s one pound fifty change, and your band. Pool closes in twenty-five minutes.” “Do I need to wear this?” The receptionist had given me a blue band such as one would receive at a gig. “Yes, the lifeguard will need to see it,” she replied. The receptionist was a petite girl, blonde hair sitting on her shoulders, wearing the supplied blue polo shirt all the staff wore. For a petite girl she had an impressive cleavage, pushing at the buttons on her shirt. I thought I’ll just show it to the...
I was 22 years old and I out of work, in the last year of college, I had to find a job to get me through the summer. The YMCA had a busy summer k**s' camp, and they needed someone with lifeguard and first-aid experience to supervise the pool. It was the typical, run-of the mill lifeguard gig… keep down horse-play, nurse a minor sc**** here or there and prevent injuries and other liabilities. It didn't pay much, but it had a perk: it gave me the chance to look at gorgeous k**s wearing...
Crystal is my girlfriend. She is fifty-five years old, five feet four, and about one hundred twenty-five pounds. She has 36C tits, nice, slightly chubby ass and white/platinum hair bleached by the Arizona sun. When Crystal is dressed up, she is a stunning piece of womanhood. Crystal has suddenly developed an interest in the Sonoran Desert. She is not a biological science major, but someone whose friends have been telling her stories about central Arizona. I agreed to take Crystal out into the...
VoyeurMy dick grew semi-hard even before we got out of the car.I knew I wanted to attend the Newport Naval Academy even before my father set the DeSoto's parking brake. Beyond the car window, about twenty feet away, three good-looking boys stood talking. Their tight white uniforms hugged their lithe teenage bodies rather provocatively. My parents insisted on a military type school. I was on my way to becoming a little punk and strict school discipline would "straighten" me out. Well, the "out" part...
In his small but immaculate barracks room Marine First Sergeant Jake Weeks took off his uniform for the last time. In his mirror he saw a man who was more at home in a uniform than jeans and a pullover shirt. Tall and lithe with cropped grey hair, blue eyes and leathery tough skin, he looked exactly what he was: a warrior. Or at least what he was up until today. He had spent the afternoon in the NCO club laughing and joking with old friends and avoiding the question of what he was going to...
‘Well, that ended badly.’ Peter mumbled to himself. He tried to get to his feet. He was sitting on the floor of his living room trying to sort out just what had happened. But his alcohol clouded mind and his stinging cheek made coherent thought a little difficult. He had acted like a prick and he knew it. He made another attempt at standing up but his pant-legs were bunched around his ankles and one foot slid out from under him again. ‘Fuck it.’ He growled. And lay back onto the floor, his...
I had just broken up with my boyfriend, Bryce. I wanted to be able to go to a club, get drunk and fuck with a guy I’d just met. Bryce was too clingy, I liked to be free. Well, now I was. Tonight would be fun. I would get drunk and have sex. Simple, right? Right. I was 21 and in college, and partying was what college was for. I dressed in my sluttiest dress, skipping underwear. The dress was long enough to cover my ass but short enough that when I bent over you could get a full view. I did my...
PORNOLIFE: Wann hast Du deine ersten Sex-Erfahrungen gemacht? Andrea: In der Schule lernte ich viel, aber Sex lernte ich von den Jungs. PORNOLIFE: was bedeutete dies für dich? Andrea: Das Lusterlebnis war bestimmend für mein Selbstvertrauen. Ich war begehrt und deshalb stolz auf das, was ich als junge Fickstute tat. PORNOLIFE: Und nach der Schule? Andrea: Ich hatte weiterhin sexuelle Beziehungen zu den Jungs und deren Familien aus dem Maghreb, wo ich wurde zur Hure abgerichtet wurde. PORNOLIFE:...
In all your life you could only feel one way about yourself. You were a loser. Everything about you could be described as "below average" everything from your eyesight to the size of your penis. You were socially inept. You frequented the library, you would spend your time reading romances and erotica, wishing that you could have something like the characters in the stories. Despite everything you told yourself, despite all of your efforts, your attempts at improving any aspect of yourself...
FantasyYou recently moved to the big city to find a job, since unemployment is very common where you come from. Another aspect was, that you wanted to try out new stuff. Sexual stuff. But word in the small town spreads fast and you did not want to shame your Family. You like it rough, and none of your small town friends could really satisfy you. So here you are. Your name is Lena, 20 years old. You are 1,62cm short, have blonde curly hair, a slim body with nice 80c breasts and a cute small ass. It’s...
TeenHello little sissy. Do you still remember me? You don’t do you poor thing. Allow me to refresh your memory. Last night I saw you at a bar you looked so shy and a little awkward so I approached you. We talked for a little while and I immediately came to the conclusion that you would make a great sissy, so I d**gged your drink. No stop that little sissy you won’t make it out the bondage you should embrace it, it is what you are meant to be. You must have so many questions. But since I don’t like...
The Worm TurnsI thought that I would let you, the reader, know how my life has changed, some would say for the better! It all started as a normal day at work, where I am sales manager for a team of guys who sell fitness equipment. As a totally non P.C. team, we have chosen our office staff for their, shall we say, flexibility to work procedures, which they are quite happy with as it is reflected in their bonus payments. This afternoon I had just closed a big deal, and as I reflected on the...
My name is Greg and I have been dating my college sweetheart, Shelby, since freshman year of undergrad and now coming up on 25. We recently moved in together in a small but cozy 1 bedroom apartment close to the city. Shelby loved being in the city surrounded by people, while I enjoyed my solitude so we settled on the apartment not too far from the city but close enough to make her happy. I've been at my new job for about 4 months and have dedicated a lot of my time to my work, making our sex...
I had just broken up with my boyfriend, Bryce. I wanted to be able to go to a club, get drunk and fuck with a guy I'd just met. Bryce was too clingy, I liked to be free. Well, now I was. Tonight would be fun. I would get drunk and have sex. Simple, right? Right. I was 21 and in college, and partying was what college was for. I dressed in my sluttiest dress, skipping underwear. The dress was long enough to cover my ass but short enough that when I bent over you could get a full view. I did my...
Group SexMy wife had always been a horny woman and we had a great sex life. Now when we got a bit older, she was very much in control of her sexuality and her needs. We still made love at least once a day, after 20 years of marriage. I know that she often would masturbate during the day when she was home alone. She was a house wife and had raised our k**s and run the home when I went out to work. We were lucky that I could make enough money for her to stay home. When the k**s grew older she started...
We got a break from all the heat this weekend. Lower seventies beat upper ninties anyday. This short of kick started my wife's fall shopping. After doing all my chores Saturday I was told I needed to shower , shave , and lock myself up in my CB3000 because we where going shopping. Shaving my pubic area always takes me a long time. Shaving a nut sack can be tricky. It took me an hour to finish up and when I came into our room to get dressed my wife was setting on the bed already dressed and...
I’m a guy late forties fairly fit for my age, and like to swim regularly at the local swimming baths, that’s where I meet, a hot early twenty year old girl, she is a lifeguard there and she is very friendly and extremely hot, she is an American girl from T===Ss, her accent is so hot.Anyway we often chatted and I noticed she often come up to me to chat when I’m in my swimming shorts, and I’m sure she flirted with her eyes and body, I’m older guy but do get the odd look from younger ladies...
Saturday night my wife wanted to go out and have some fun , but, she wanted me along. I was watching something on the TV in the den when she walked in wearing a white denim mini skirt and a red button up shirt, the top two buttons where left undone and she must have had on one of her pushup bras. Her 34 B's aren't normaly that round on top. Her legs where naked and she was wearing a high stacked strappy sandals. She said get up little dick and lets go do something. I jumped up and turned off...
Being a cuckold husband is always fun but when your wife is as crafty as mine its almost to much fun. She knows how to run the ragged edge. Buy this I mean doing her cuckolding while we have friends over or at public places , like the ZZ Top concert in story number 16. Well we had a wedding to go to one Saturday, I didn't want to go...( what guy does )? I was about to complain about having to go when my wife walked in wearing the dress she had bought to wear. It was pale blue, to her knee, and...
Well she had working at the BBQ shack for four months , September was almost over but it was still warm here in Georgia. Someone at the shack came up with the idea to have a summer is over party. Well being that we have a house and pool my wife said they could have it here. Most of the other wait staff was made up of college aged guys and girls that lived either at home or in an apartment. So they all agreed with the idea the party was going to be here. My wife came in and told me we where...
It was in the depts of the hostile sea that covers planet SG-58231 that it was found. Though found is not the right word to describe what happened. Agnes was there, the one, lucky intern in Nasa’s most coveted crew, the crew that gets to plant an American flag in new worlds, unveils environments never before seen or touched by humans, plans and executes the initial research necessary before anything found is deemed safe enough to be shipped back to Earth for further examination. They entered...
Salla and Savva crouched low as they worked their way through the jungle flora. The waist high bushes provided perfect cover along with the camouflage of the leopard fur shorts and bras the duo wore. The two long brown haired jungle women would not easily be seen. The tribal explorers moved stealthy and silent as a jungle cat. They edged toward the strange sounds. If the sounds were voices they were not like any voices they ever heard. These voice-like sounds had a deep tone. Never before while...
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How do you explain to your fiancé that there are dark secrets – even ghosts – in your family history? And that some of those ghosts are not fully relegated to the past.It was a crisp, but not cold, end of October evening in the “middle ground” just north of Vidalia, Louisiana, when Shelly stepped out of the woods and walked across the harvested cotton patch toward a small square of grass and weeds that stuck out almost like an island into the empty field. If you looked closely at that square,...
HistoricalHow do you explain to your fiancé that there are dark secrets – even ghosts – in your family history? And that some of those ghosts are not fully relegated to the past.It was a crisp, but not cold, end of October evening in the “middle ground” just north of Vidalia, Louisiana, when Shelly stepped out of the woods and walked across the harvested cotton patch toward a small square of grass and weeds that stuck out almost like an island into the empty field. If you looked closely at that square,...
HistoricalSorry if the title is misleading, but young sex and i****tuous sex are the turn-ons for girls like myself and horny guys wanting a dirty female for fun. Of course as a girl on the legal limit, getting a man inside you is just a nod or a wink away. Drinking from a beer bottle and noticing a guy eyeing you, is fun when you give the bottle an extra push into your mouth and withdraw it with a lip sucking extraction, slow and deliberate, to get the message across that this could be your cock and...
Sorry if the title is misleading, but young sex and i****tuous sex are the turn-ons for girls like myself and horny guys wanting a dirty female for fun.Of course as a girl on the legal limit, getting a man inside you is just a nod or a wink away.Drinking from a beer bottle and noticing a guy eyeing you, is fun when you give the bottle an extra push into your mouth and withdraw it with a lip sucking extraction, slow and deliberate, to get the message across that this could be your cock and what...
New Year, New Life By Morpheus It was New Years Eve and I sat in the silence, staring nervously at the clock. It was several minutes until midnight. Several minutes until the next year. At the moment, I was sitting alone in my room rather than out at a party with my friends. My friends... some of them lifelong friends... though I'd only known them a year. But I was alone by choice. I wanted to face the coming New Year by myself. I wasn't always so afraid of New Years. In fact,...
© Copyright 2006, 2007 Dear Readers, The following story is a sequel to the very first one that I wrote, ‘Remembrance’. It is possible to read and understand ‘Renewal’ without reading the earlier work. If you could do so, however, it might enhance your enjoyment of this story. Thank you for choosing my work for your reading pleasure. Whichever you decide, I hope that you like it. Autumn Writer *********** George glanced at Helen as she dozed next to him, her sweater draped around her...
Copyright© 2006, 2007 George glanced at Helen as she dozed next to him, her sweater draped around her shoulders. He envied the way she could fit comfortably in the space provided by a seat on an airliner. He was on the aisle, she sat near the window. Even in First Class, his long legs were constantly searching for the right place to be. He refolded them as best he could. He was glad to be on vacation with Helen, but getting there was not 'half the fun'. The flight attendant refilled his...
“And she said Marlasion has the information as well?” Desdra Zardow asks from the monitor. “That is what she said,” Regina confirms. They are just hours from reaching Earth to begin their mission. Regina and Greiss have spent much of the time coming up with a solution as well as other activities. “I’m not sure what actions we can take here on our end,” Desdra says. “Marlasion is the second cousin to the emperor, so that can get tricky. I’m sure I’ll have the board on my side just because...
The small crew consisting of Regina, Greiss, Marion and one other Extroneon landed the small secondary craft just under the canopy next to a little expanse of open field in the middle of forest land. The smaller craft has a large enough cargo bay to store captives until they return to the much larger ship that awaits them back on the opposite side of the moon. Greiss and the other Extroneon are merely with the ship to ensure if anyone stumbles upon the space craft, they won’t be leaving to...
Our New LifeA husband reveals his desire to crossdress and is met with unexpected enthusiasm from his wife. She changes his life in ways he had never dreamed possible and creates a life for him where he is totally helpless and dependant on her.I was halfway between sleep and fully awake effort to breathe. It is being done for me. I can hear a mechanical sound that coincides with every breath I take in. A click starts it and then the whirring sound of an electric motor running.The first few...
One moment, you are in bed, and the next, you are standing in your underwear outside a gate which seems to be the entrance to a park. A man in a white uniform greets you. "Hello," he says. "Welcome to Afterlife, the place you go when you die. Normally, I would check you in," he tells you, "but today, we are short on staff and our maximum has been reached. So instead, you get to go back to Earth, as a different person. Choose."
GayNew Hair, New Life I, Mark Swanson, looked in the mirror and stroked my graying stubble and turned my head from side to side. I frowned, making myself look even older than the fifty-two years old I really was. The gray on my temples was rapidly moving through the rest of my hair. Soon, I'd look more like sixty. I sighed and headed through the house to the garage to go shopping. Along the way I noted the lavish and expensive furniture and things my wife had all but forced me into...
The smell of steaming rice and the fumes of teriyaki sauce being painted on soft, juicy chicken enter the room, setting the mood for the usual dinner. Mother always cooked like this of Fridays. This is the only day of the week that Father would come home early from work and the only time where I can converse with him. It's quiet in the kitchen at this time. Mother and Father isn't on good terms right now. The absence of Father from the home worried Mother. She would come up with the most...
Interracial*This isn’t my usual style, but it comes from the heart – I hope you enjoy!* The wind howled across the plains as the wolves sang their woeful evening song, making the desert sand seem endless. The warrior closed his eyes and let his mind go. Soon he was aware of her presence. Although he knew it was only a dream, it was a dream he was very familiar with. He had been having the same dream his whole life. And this time was no different. He felt her beneath him, his long dark hair falling around...
My friend, Nick, and I had always been good friends. We met Freshman year of high school and somehow managed to stay friends for the next ten years without ever getting romantically involved, which is rare for a girl and a guy during those years. That’s not to say there were never rumors. People always suspected that there was more than we were letting on, but we honestly treated each other like family. For whatever reason, it just never happened. We had each other’s backs through our...
Group SexNewlywed Slaves By billy69boyWe had a spring wedding, and we couldn't be more in love. Our bliss was extended when we quickly found our first apartment. But it wasn't just an apartment: we were now the proud renters of half a duplex house that was attached to our dear elderly landlady's half of the house. Edna had lost her husband a few years back, and she seemed pleased to have a newly married couple as her next door neighbors. We became fast friends, and even though she had relatives living...
Anyone who has read Newlywed Suzy Parts 1 & 2 will know she is obsessed by sex and will always try to push the boundaries. Our arrangement had now been running for about six months with me sharing Suzy with Steve (her husband) fairly regularly on a weekend, sometimes as a threesome and sometimes just me and Suzy with Steve in the spare bedroom. Suzy had always been obsessed by my cock and commented on it constantly but her next suggestion completely stunned me. We were laid together in bed...
For those of you who have read ‘Newlywed Suzy’ you will know what a sex obsessed young wife enjoys. I continued with my relationship with Carol (the one with big tits) but only to give me more chances to see Suzy. As with most relationships you always want more and I was no exception pestering Suzy to arrange a threesome with one of her friends, Carol would be good as far as I was concerned. She always joked that she was as much as I could handle and to be honest she wasn’t far wrong as usually...
Hi, all Indian sex story readers. This is Madhan here with a story of a newlywed housewife. First of all, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback for . I am a story writer with many stories published. About Me: I am a Madhan of 28 years of age, 6″ tall, south Indian complexion, broad shoulder, and a normal body with skills of tasting a body erotically. I belong to one of the cleanest cities in India, Mysuru, but currently working in Bangalore (which has all...