Daisy in Dorset
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If the training course I was on had been boring the week before, it was ten times worse that second week with the loss of my two ladies. It also seemed to go ten times slower but eventually I was on my way to Dorset. I had talked on the phone regularly to both Natalie and Isla and my anticipation was high during the three hour drive.
Not for the first time I found myself reliving the few intense days that we'd spent together. When I first joined them for breakfast I had little idea what was in stall for me. Sure, I'd immediately thought about spending an hour or so in Natalie's bed. The thirty something was pretty and oozed sex appeal. Still I thought that about thousands of attractive women that I came into contact with and I had the similar expectations. That she had a teenage daughter with her also reduced my chances but I could still fantasize.
Even my fantasies never reached the levels that reality had provided. Within a couple of days of that first meeting I not only had some awesome sex with Natalie but with her mother's encouragement I was to take Isla's virginity. The first virgin I'd ever deflowered and easily the youngest woman/girl I'd ever had, Isla was something special. If screwing her mother was good then just kissing the fourteen year old was better still and god, when her tight pussy gripped my cock it was mind blowing. I considered myself something of a stud and knew I pleasured each of the many women I'd fucked. Never had I felt like I did when there was any physical contact with Isla.
Like Natalie, I had hoped for a few happy hours of sharing body fluids before moving on. Isla changed all that and she was the main reason why I was on my way to Dorset to see them.
They lived in a three bedroomed cottage in a sleepy little village near Weymouth. It was not an area I knew but had little difficulty finding it. I'd no sooner got out of my car when I was hit by a bundle of excited teenager. The kiss she gave me reminded me just why I couldn't stay away from her, irrespective of her age.
"Isla!" I heard her mother shout harshly.
We both looked at Natalie who said a little softer. "Do you want to get Wolff arrested? Wait until he's inside."
Seeing the sense Isla apologised to me and her mother. Natalie then reminded me why I was drawn to her too. She came to me and planted a real toe curler on my lips. As with all her other kisses it seemed that her hand was obliged to stroke my crotch.
"Mother, that's not fair."
Ignoring her daughter she continued until she was happy and I was extremely hard. "He won't get arrested for kissing me like that. Plus I needed a reminder." She giggled as she dragged me into the house.
Kicking the door shut Natalie asked me. "Who do you want first?"
"No way I'm answering that." I laughed and was joined by the two girls.
I saw Isla whisper something to her mother and the latter's eyes sparkle. "Come on big boy."
I was taken into what was obviously Natalie's bedroom and stripped by four eager hands. As soon as I was naked the teen knelt down and began to stroke my already hard cock. I closed my eyes in delight and only opened them when her hands left my manhood. Her place was taken by her naked mother who had me in her mouth within seconds. Natalie was a supreme artist when it came to blow jobs and it was no great surprise when I spurting into her throat after less than two minutes.
"Now that has taken the edge off maybe he'll be of some use to us." She told her giggling daughter who had now joined us in our nudity.
Seeing them standing side by side I took the opportunity to reappraise them both. Natalie was a slim woman with dirty blonde hair cut short on her head and trimmed shorter on her mound. Her tits were a good size but didn't look out of place on her small frame. They had just a little sag and were topped with thick but not long nipples which were showing the distinct signs of arousal.
Her daughter's body was basically a smaller version of Natalie's except that her breasts were a lot smaller and her blonde hair was a whiter shade, long on her head and sparse and untrimmed around her wonderful young pussy. Any man would give his left nut for either of them and here I was, lucky enough to have both.
"Now" Isla screamed and they both launched themselves at me. Without the slightest resistance I found myself on my back in the middle of Natalie's bed. Isla's lips found mine and I was almost immediately lost. I say almost because her mother's lips simultaneously wrapped themselves around my soft cock. Even after just coming it would have risen for either set of lips. Once I was fully erect I was disappointed when I felt cold air as Natalie's mouth abandoned it. Seconds later the heat of a hot pussy enveloped it leaving me to sigh heavily into Isla's mouth. Taking that as a signal she broke the kiss and straddled my face and offered her teenage pussy to my mouth.
Somewhere in my mind I knew it was the same position as our last time together but with mother and daughter swapping roles. With my hands supporting her I attacked her pussy with venom. She was already dripping her savoury juices so my tongue just lapped them up whilst trying its hardest to reach deep into the hot cavern searching for the source. When my tongue began to ache a little I switched to her clit. Using my lips, tongue and even teeth I teased her pleasure button until she came with a delightful shiver. Nice, but I knew I could do better, so I didn't slow down, instead using more pressure I continued my assault until I felt her whole body tense and a high pitched scream reached my ears despite Isla's legs doing their best to press them into my head.
It was not lost on her mother as I felt her own efforts increase sharply. Natalie loved sex, I had found that out pretty early, but there was no doubt that her favourite position was riding me from above. Her experience also showed when I felt her using her internal muscles to make her pussy ripple along my cock. It was exquisite, almost as good as her daughter's ultra tight pussy. It soon had its desired effect and I was pumping my load into her hot pussy. I had been too engrossed in her daughter's orgasm and then my own to notice if Natalie came but once Isla fell to my side I saw the heavy flush across her breasts and neck that signified that she probably had.
Forty or so minutes of a Wolff sandwich followed, with each of my beautiful and sated women cuddled up tight against me.
"An hour all right until we eat?" Natalie asked breaking the sensual dream.
I nodded. Anything was fine for me. Then I grinned as I realised that she had deliberately let me have some private time with Isla. I rolled over and kissed her tenderly and with more love than I'd ever put into a kiss before. My hand found her breast and I caressed it, cajoling her nipple to attention. I then set out to kiss every inch of her wonderful young body. After I had to push her back and tell her to just enjoy it, I covered all the bits I could reach. I deliberately bypassed her pussy, my lips were already familiar with that part, instead concentrating on the supposedly non erotic zones. Judging by the happy murmurs reaching me I was doing something right.
When I felt her hands reach to pull me back up to her lips I sensed it was time for us to become one again. Would it be as powerful a union as the last time I wondered. It was even better. From the moment my cock pushed into her wet pussy the world around us ceased to exist. Instead of just feeling the sensations produced by my cock, this time it seemed that I could feel little electric jolts from every nerve in my body that came into contact with my lover. They were heavily focussed on my cock but didn't totally override the others. I was making love with my whole body and it was beyond description.
Despite the wonderful feelings her tight pussy were having on me I felt no desperate need to climax. My body seemed to know, without any conscious effort, exactly how to react to every little nuance of Isla's body. She seemed to be having non-stop orgasms and they were building and building until she screamed at me. "NOW"
I went from in control to explosion in about two seconds. Isla's entire body convulsed as I emptied my seed into her. She was totally limp by the time the last drop had left my body. I had never come like that before and when I looked down at my lover she was out cold. I had read that that was possible but had never experienced it first hand.
It was nearer to two hours later when we wandered downstairs only to be greeted with amusement. "Another special then. You both have that dreamy look. In fact if I didn't know better I'd say you were both stoned."
Fortunately Natalie had cooked some sort of casserole so that it wasn't spoiled by our tardiness. I'm sure it was delicious but Natalie's description seemed close enough, I felt stoned. An old Supremes song popped into my mind that seemed to sum it up — Stoned Love.
The next few days were idyllic. Dorset is a beautiful county and we spent the days exploring the area. The evenings and nights were full of lusty and dreamy lovemaking. I was amazed that there wasn't a hint of jealousy or even good natured competitiveness between Natalie and Isla. I tried to treat them both equally but Natalie and I both knew that it was that intangible bond between me and Isla that held me.
A phone call changed the dynamics. Natalie had got the job she was interviewed for. She was to be the area's newest rep for the London based cosmetic company. They required her to start a week earlier than originally planned, if it was possible. This meant that the following week she would need to be back in London for training.
"Can you stay next week?" She asked me after explaining the call.
Guessing that she wanted me to stay with Isla I swiftly said that I could.
She then laughed. "Then I don't need to ask if you will then."
"Nope!" I said with a big grin.
She then called her daughter to tell her the news. Isla's face went from disappointment to glee in a few seconds.
"Isla! Be careful who you let in the house and especially how you act around Wolff when anyone else is around." Isla promised that she would.
Saturday morning, not long after everyone had got up there was a knock on the door. As Natalie was cooking breakfast and Isla was in her room I asked Natalie if she wanted me to get it.
"Please!"
I opened the door to find a teenage girl standing there. She looked a couple of years older than Isla but nowhere near as mature. Whereas my little beauty dressed like the young woman she was, this girl dressed just like ... well a teenage girl. Heavy makeup, short black skirt with black patterned tights, a red top and a small black jacket. Her hair was bright red and a complete mess.
When she saw me she took a step back and looked me up and down as if I was a mannequin sporting her next possible outfit.
"You must be Wolff!" She said with a smile. Even the lovely smile couldn't disguise the mess the ill conceived makeup made.
"That's me."
"I'm Nita." She said as if I was expected to know her. Seeing no reaction she added. "Isles' best friend."
"Oh, Ok you'd better come in. Isla is in her room."
"Great, I'll go straight up."
She was obviously familiar with the house as she popped her head around the kitchen door and shouted hi to Natalie before running up the stairs. I went into the kitchen ostensibly to see if I could help but mainly to see if breakfast was ready. I adored my time with my girls, as I thought of them, but I certainly needed to keep my energy levels up.
"I see you've met Nita."
I nodded.
"I'm surprised it's taken this long. She must have been at her dad's. She and Isla are pretty inseparable, they have been like sisters for years. Her parents divorced around the same time as Isla's dad did a runner."
From what I had already learned that was about eight years ago.
"Don't go by looks either Wolff. She's really a good kid under that muck. No doubt they're talking about you now." She laughed.
"Not too much I hope."
"Don't worry. Even if she knew, Nita would never do anything to hurt Isla so she'd never say anything. Unless of course you hurt her and I just can't see that happening."
I smiled, glad that Natalie understood that. By then breakfast was ready.
"Give the girls a call will you."
I did and moments later we were sitting around the small dining table eating breakfast. I saw Natalie suddenly smile before leaning over and giving me, what for her was, a very tender kiss.
My raised eyes asked the question. "Just thinking that it was around a little breakfast table like this that we first got to know each other."
After that it was like twenty questions. Despite her friend's denials Nita seemed confident that something had happened to her, and it was something to do with me. Natalie was highly amused throughout and did little to deflect the inquisition.
Nita finally worked it out when she looked me straight in the eyes and said. "Well if you don't want him then I'll take him."
Isla reacted instinctively. Whereas she'd shown no sign of possessiveness regarding her mother, this time she reacted far to strongly. "No you damn well won't. Wolff is mine and..." She suddenly sat back realising what she'd let out of the bag. I could see the tears welling up in her beautiful eyes.
"I'm sorry Wolff." She whispered.
I held both arms out and she rushed to sit in my lap. Only the low sounds of Isla crying broke the silence of the next few minutes.
"I'm sorry Isles. I was only joking." Her friend said with tears forming in her own eyes. "I promise I won't say anything."
Natalie went to comfort Nita. It was a while before both teens stopped crying. Then they went to each other and started again.
"Isla! Take Nita to your room and sort yourselves out." Natalie said with great tenderness.
"That was a bit unexpected." She said to me as soon as we were alone. "Although in some ways it's best that it's out in the open."
"How do you work that out?"
"As I've said they live in each other's pockets and if I know my daughter, she would of hated to keep a secret from her best friend. Don't worry, Nita won't say anything, not even to her mother."
Then she started giggling. I had already worked out that Natalie could find humour in just about any situation but this was a bit much. "Sorry! I've just thought that you're going to have another teenager after your body now."
"What?"
"Nita started all this commotion by saying she would have you if Isla didn't. She must fancy you at least a bit to say that. Now she knows you and my daughter are at it like bunnies, she'll feel left out. Especially when she realises that I'm part of the deal too. Don't be surprised if she flashes some flesh at you." My elder lover told me, still highly amused by it all.
"You think she'll learn about you and me."
"Definitely." Then to prove her point she took my hand and led me to the bedroom.
As always Natalie hardly needed any foreplay and was soon on her back belittling my efforts to make her cum. "Come on Wolff ... you can fuck me harder than that." She shouted huskily. "Just because ... big cock of yours was in my little fourteen year old girl ... no excuse for slacking ... Harder, I want to cum like she does ... Make me pass out if you can." She was almost screaming her challenge at me.
Somewhere inside I knew she was just winding me up but I tried, oh I tried, to ram that big cock so far up her pussy that she'd deep throat me from below. Still the goading continued. "Faster ... young stud ... harder ... cum ... fuck." Again my subconscious told me that I was doing something right as she was no longer yelling sentences. Still, I tried for faster as there was no way I could manage harder. Just when I decided that she'd won and I couldn't hold back any longer, Natalie came with a scream that nearly deafened me. Seconds later with my cock as deep inside her as was possible my balls emptied, each pulse deliciously painful.
"Get off you big oaf." Natalie gasped some time later as not too surprisingly, I'd collapsed on top of her at the end.
"Told you she'd find out." Natalie laughed as I rolled to her side.
"Her and the entire village I'd have thought." I grinned back. "You were something special." I told her as I leaned in to kiss her softly. "You ARE something special Natalie."
Natalie almost melted. She was no emotional softie but for the first time I saw a vulnerability that I hadn't seen before. Like all of us, she needed to feel loved. The more I thought about it, the more I realised that a lot of what Natalie had allowed me to see was just a mask. Sex between us was always good, even great, but there were rarely any real emotions involved.
I stroked her face and then kissed her again, this time feeling her respond to my tenderness. "I love fucking you, but would really love to make love to you too."
"You are only saying that so you can continue to screw my daughter." She said tearfully.
"Rubbish. I fancied you before I ever even thought about Isla. I still fancy you like hell, you are one sexy woman. I can't deny that there is a spark between me and Isla that I can't explain but even if Isla wasn't here I'd still have strong feelings for you."
"Its just sex!" She whispered.
"It started out that way. With both of us but it's a lot more than that now. Don't you feel that."
She nodded.
"Then why don't you believe I do?"
"Because things like that don't happen to me."
I pulled her to me and felt the silent tears soaking my chest. Only a short while ago, I'd acknowledged to myself that I was only really here for Isla. Now, holding her mother I had to re-evaluate. I'd never been happier in all my life, never even been close. Natalie had as much to do with that as her daughter, more so in some ways. For the first time the word love appeared in my mind. I'd always despised that word, watching what it did to otherwise rational people.
It then hit me. Without doubt, I did love Isla and what I felt for Natalie was almost as strong and could just as easily be called love. I remember hearing or reading something about asking yourself if you wanted to spend the rest of your life with that person. With me it was people and the answer was a yes. Another bit of reality hit. I was Isla's first love and would always be special to her but was it a lifetime thing for her. She was just too young to know, regardless what she might believe now. Natalie was different. I believed that Natalie would welcome me as I was. I also thought that I would need her if and when Isla moved on.
"Shit!" I said unknowingly.
"What Wolff? What's up?" Natalie asked, her face still buried against my chest.
"I just realised that I love you and Isla."
Her face shot up like a bullet. "Do you mean it? Both of us?"
I smiled and nodded. "Yes. Though I have no idea where we go from here."
"Nowhere. We all stay here. You say you can work from anywhere, well why not from here?"
"Are you sure? I mean how do you feel about me, the pervert that is screwing your teenage daughter?"
"I love you you idiot. I have for a while."
"A while, we've hardly known each other a while." I laughed.
"Probably as long as you've been in love with Isla, I just recognised it sooner."
We kissed, a kiss of emotion as well as passion, one of love as well as lust. For the first time we made love. Natalie showed me a gentleness and submissiveness that I'd never dreamed possible. It was as if she removed the façade around her and let me in for the first time.
When we walked into the living room there was a glow about Natalie and I don't mean the well fucked one. Isla was there, alone and saw it immediately. She ran to her mother and I heard her whisper. "You look great."
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Michael Hawkins was your typical student in school. He made sure that all of his studies were done before anything else had happened in his life. A lot of times, he wished he had more freedom to do what he had wanted but his parents were afraid that he may stray down a path of drugs and crime. Michael’s brother David was doing a life bid for murder and he had been locked up for 5 years of a life sentence with no chance of parole so his parents made sure tht they did everything they could to...
Welcome to the Summertime Incest Story Collection, an anthology of short incest stories sharing the hottest season’s setting or vibe. As it is summer, Father’s Day in June will feature in a few stories but they may reflect themes of hot summer lust, occur during a summer vacation, or simply take place in the season. And, while we are currently talking about summer in the northern half of the planet as it happens right now this could be summer in the Southern Hemisphere or a hot week in the...
IncestA.N. I would like to thank Dark Cookie for giving me permission to write a story about his game Summertime Saga. Feel free to check out Dark Cookies Patreon to support him and his game. Summer was nearly over. Peter's wild adventure had run its course. Now Peter was sleeping in his new house by the beach. When Peter woke up in his large bedroom in his beach house, he found himself feeling lethargic, and he struggled to get out of bed. When he finally got the energy to push the covers off of it...
Michael Hawkins was your typical student in school. He made sure that all of his studies were done before anything else had happened in his life. A lot of times, he wished he had more freedom to do what he had wanted but his parents were afraid that he may stray down a path of drugs and crime. Michael's brother David was doing a life bid for murder and he had been locked up for 5 years of a life sentence with no chance of parole so his parents made sure tht they did everything they could to...
InterracialIt was 1974 and the summer before my senior year of high school. At 17, I stood about 5'10" and had a lean, firm body kept that way by playing racquetball and jogging. I had my own car, a used '69 Chevelle SS, that I paid for by working at a local grocery store. Dad had made a five hundred dollar down payment for me and co-signed the note, but I was making the payments and paying for my own gas and any maintenance the car needed. Dad paid for my insurance. I had started at the store as soon...
Mary looked over the card she received from the handsome man at the door to the porno shop in Central City. The well-dressed, black guy. The fellow who had driven her to tears of pleasure. The fellow she had John suck off with her as the last ditch effort to retain her sanity from the yard o’ beef they’d encountered in this gloryhole. The card read, ANSON BLAINE, CONSULTANT. That was all. She lay in bed that night, remembering his huge black cock…tasting it…fucking it…nursing on the...
John attended a business meeting in San Antonio, and so Kelly and Mary shared a Thursday dinner in his absence to discuss the proposed Saturday night get-together. Their former “slave” of the week before requested another meeting with them. “John won’t be here this weekend, darlin’,” said Mary. “It would be so much more fun if he were here…do you think we ought to invite James so we can have a fun cock to play with? Or should it just be us girls this Saturday? “You know, every time...
LET’S GET SOMETHING STRAIGHT BETWEEN US… The marrieds realize they both get off using “dirty words”. “ People treat others so mean by calling them an asshole, or a dick, or a cunt,” she said, using that last word for the first time in her life. “ “Bitch” and “whore” fall into that category, too.” Both felt those words should be compliments -- a sexy woman proud of her body, knowing how to use it, and being in charge. They decide it’s patriarchal, putting the woman down, when she...
PlaytimeNote:This is a small chapter/idea that I deleted from the main novel (Four Bitches) for reasons of plot fluidity. Originally it was intended to be a second visit by Dolly to Madame?s tender loving care. However, I decided that a single episode for each husband was more consistent for the storyline. It may amuse the reader to see just a little more of Madame and her demented daughters? Only a slight mention of this episode is now left in the main body of the novel as an afterthought. In...
His sweat and body odor mixed together into a foul smell that was repellant and made all the more so because I could not get away. He had pulled me up and had his back against a tree and his front guarded by my body. He pulled me around the tree, trying to see everywhere at once, wondering where the mysterious attacker would come at him next. I must have looked scared. I certainly felt it and the emotion was powerful enough that even now I get a cold shiver. We waited for what seemed an...
Stuck with tidying the sports storage shed, Lewis moaned and grunted with anger as his mates ran back to the changing rooms to get changed and go home. The only upside was he was alone with miss crow, a young thin sports teacher that was extremely atractive. Miss crow was about 25, 5’3 and had curves in all the right places. Her breasts were DD her waist was thin while her hips were wide for her size. In contrast with Lewis he stood at 6’7 and his shoulders were wide and waist was thin. Even...
Chapter one It was nighttime, and I had just gotten back from swimming in the sea. It can’t really be called swimming, since I was just splashing around near the shore. Skinny dipping would be a good word for it though. Water dripped off my glorious wet naked body. I looked down at myself, seeing perky C- cups and an overall curvaceous body. I turned my head and looked at my voluptuous behind. My boyfriend was still at dinner, but he knew very well what I was doing. As I had told him, a dark...
Chapter one It was nighttime, and I had just gotten back from swimming in the sea. It can't really be called swimming, since I was just splashing around near the shore. Skinny dipping would be a good word for it though. Water dripped off my glorious wet naked body. I looked down at myself, seeing perky C- cups and an overall curvaceous body. I turned my head and looked at my voluptuous behind. My boyfriend was still at dinner, but he knew very well what I was doing. As I had told him, a dark...
HardcoreThe sun was just peaking through the over cast sky, pushing its way in through the curtains and across my sleep crusted eyes. I blinked and stretched up, arching my back as the soft cotton sheet slipped down. It felt luxurious and I reveled in the rare opportunity to sleep in with no obligation, school, or extracurricular activity to take my time. Rolling over, my legs rubbed against each other smoothly as they tangled in those worn sheets. I yawned and listened carefully. No sounds permeated...
A tall slender girl, she couldn't have been much over 18 or 19. Her faded blue hip hugger shorts showed off her narrow waist. Wide hips told me she was blossoming into a well-developed woman. I admired the long, slender legs and the curve of her thighs. I could just make out the crease that separated her butt cheeks from her legs in the frayed bottoms of her short shorts. Her shoes were the clunky-heeled strap-on things that girls wear these days with no socks. She did a quick skip and some...
Last October at my sister’s 35th birthday dinner, my brother feels the need to inform the entire table of my old thumb-sucking habit. I was really surprised anyone remembered, but apparently the way I went about my little rituals, is strange and fun to bring up at inappropriate times. My family, especially my brother, enjoys watching me squirm and fidget because I am the only one left with secrets apparently. I sat across the table a bit embarrasses but struggled with the comments. I look to my...
"Daddyyy! Bathtiiiime!!" my daughter yelled from down the hall. I got up from my office chair, closing my work documents. Taking care of my angel was far more important to me than paper documents or work. Since my wife's passing, I became a tragic wreck. I was forced out of my old job, because I couldnt show up to work from being so brought down and depressed. I stopped eating, stopped doing really anything until my daughter came back from her grandparents house one evening. She went...
"Daddyyy! Bathtiiiime!!" my daughter yelled from down the hall. I got up from my office chair, closing my work documents. Taking care of my angel was far more important to me than paper documents or work. Since my wife's passing, I became a tragic wreck. I was forced out of my old job, because I couldnt show up to work from being so brought down and depressed. I stopped eating, stopped doing really anything until my daughter came back from her grandparents house one evening. She went...
"Daddyyy! Bathtiiiime!!" my daughter yelled from down the hall. I got up from my office chair, closing my work documents. Taking care of my angel was far more important to me than paper documents or work. Since my wife's passing, I became a tragic wreck. I was forced out of my old job, because I couldnt show up to work from being so brought down and depressed. I stopped eating, stopped doing really anything until my daughter came back from her grandparents house one evening. She went...
"Daddyyy! Bathtiiiime!!" my daughter yelled from down the hall. I got up from my office chair, closing my work documents. Taking care of my angel was far more important to me than paper documents or work. Since my wife's passing, I became a tragic wreck. I was forced out of my old job, because I couldnt show up to work from being so brought down and depressed. I stopped eating, stopped doing really anything until my daughter came back from her grandparents house one evening. She went...
"Daddyyy! Bathtiiiime!!" my daughter yelled from down the hall. I got up from my office chair, closing my work documents. Taking care of my angel was far more important to me than paper documents or work. Since my wife's passing, I became a tragic wreck. I was forced out of my old job, because I couldnt show up to work from being so brought down and depressed. I stopped eating, stopped doing really anything until my daughter came back from her grandparents house one evening. She went...
"Bath time, Uncle Bob," she said brightly. "Um?" said Bob, looking up from his book. His niece was naked. "I said it was bath time. Come on. I have cheerleader tryouts tomorrow and I have to get up early so I can get there, warm up and practice my cheers. Tub or Shower?" she finished. "Well, since you're in such a hurry, I suppose it should be shower tonight," said her uncle, and he got up. He untied his robe and dropped it to the floor, leaving him just as naked as his...
I didn’t divide it into 2 sections like I did the other parts, since nobody appreciated the extra efforts I took to shorten it anyway. The people who like my stories don’t care how long they are, as they simply download them and read them at their own leisure. In fact, the webmaster of this site once e-mailed me and told me that I was free to write stories of ANY file size (I could put the entire book into ONE file if I wanted). So stop your wimpy whining about the length, and just enjoy it!...
The Adventures of Béla, the Vampire Girl Book 4: Time Walker Part 3a Chapter 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been almost a week since their daughter, Alicia, had left to return to D.C. The house didn’t seem empty, though. Little Nathan, Jake and Tabatha Hedron’s five-year-old son, completely filled it. Frank and Tanya loved having Nathan, their great-grandson, around. The youngster put them back on a schedule like normal, living people. What with starting school and...
The Adventures of Béla, the Vampire Girl Book 4: Time Walker Part 2b Chapter 9 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “You ready?” Béla asked, calling upstairs to where Jake was. She sighed. He always made them late to the club. Jake appeared at the top of the stairs. “Sorry. I was talking to Frank about Jake and Tabatha.” “They find out anything?” Béla asked. She already knew they hadn’t. She could see it in Jake’s mind. “No,” he said. “Frank thinks that you should go over...
The Adventures of Béla, the Vampire Girl Book 4: Time Walker Part 2a Chapter 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She was riding on his hard cock, another orgasm starting to explode between her thighs and up into her belly. Her eyes were closed, wanting nothing more than to live forever in the next orgasm, never having to face the awful realities she fled from in her ecstasy, wishing it all to be far behind her. Her orgasm exploded, devouring her alive… She was floating in space – her...
Book 4: Time Walker Part 1b Chapter 9 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tabatha watched while Lisa sat on the floor with Ethan. At the ripe old age of four, Lisa was only a year older than Tabatha’s son. But she wasn’t the same species. The vampire species evidently matured, at least physically, at around five years of age. Lisa looked (and acted) like a bratty fifteen-year-old girl. Tabatha had figured out how to get Béla’s daughter to behave while she babysat her. She’d bring Ethan with...
Book 4: Time Walker Part 1a Chapter 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “I don’t care!” Tanya cried out. Frank held her tightly while she beat on his chest with her fists. “That’s my daughter in there!” She broke down again, weeping hysterically. She allowed Frank to hold her tightly while she sobbed. ‘This whole family has gone fucking nuts!’ Frank thought to himself, furious and upset and not knowing who to blame. His grandson’s new wife had collapsed while she was being...
Introduction: What happens when daddy looks at his little girl in a whole new way at bathtime? ~This story is completly fictional and created from my imagination!!!~ Daddyyy! Bathtiiiime!! my daughter yelled from down the hall. I got up from my office chair, closing my work documents. Taking care of my angel was far more important to me than paper documents or work. Since my wifes passing, I became a tragic wreck. I was forced out of my old job, because I couldnt show up to work from being so...