Bar B Que Bill
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Twenty two year old Bill Williams dropped off the steps of the Semi Tractor with a grunt. The packed Sea Bag he held in his hands was heavy. When he lifted and carried it his muscles bunched and stretched his faded and ratty looking T-Shirt. The weight made him hit the ground harder than he anticipated. He felt the jolt in his feet and knee joints. Before he closed the door Bill turned back and looked up into the truck cab. He smiled up at the driver then said, "Thanks again for the lift. You really didn't have to drive me out here from the interstate but I am glad you did. I sure wasn't looking forward to walking all the way back here especially carrying this damn heavy bag.
"If you're ever in the area again and need something look me up. Hell look me up anyway. I'd like to see ya again. I've enjoyed riding with you this morning. I plan to be here at the junction for quite a while and I owe you." Bill could barely see the head of the driver from where he was standing. He still couldn't believe someone as beautiful and small as Suzie was a truck driver. She couldn't be over five feet two or three inches tall. Dripping wet he bet she didn't weigh a hundred pounds. He also couldn't believe she would pick him up and offer him a ride like she had. Most people who saw him eyed him warily and moved carefully away.
Bill looked rough. Hell, he looked downright scary. He had spent the last four years in the Navy. When he got out instead of spending money flying home or buying a car like many did he decided to hitch hike his way across the country to his hometown. Bill saved a lot of his pay while he was in the service so he could have afforded either option. In his mind there just was no reason to hurry home and he was too cheap to purchase a ticket so he hitch hiked. Besides, everything he owned on the ship would fit nicely into his sea bag. The bag had straps to carry over his shoulders so what was the big deal? He was tough, in good shape and had nothing pressing; no big plans for the future so why not hitch and enjoy the country on his way home.
Bill was six feet one inch tall with a chest that made the ladies swoon. His biceps were as large as some men's thighs. He spent many hours working out while he was on the ship and was in top condition. His size and musculature along with his rough unkempt appearance intimidated almost everyone he came into contact with. He kept his head shaved. A razor had not touched his face since his discharge. His almost black beard was unkempt and gave him an even rougher appearance than did his overall body conformation and his dress. Over the course of his month long walk across the country Bill's clothes were worn almost to rags. The outfit he was wearing was filthy from stains and ground in dirt. Oh, he washed his clothes a time or two but hitching as he was left little chance of staying pristine clean. Many nights he slept on the ground or in roadside rest areas.
Bill closed the door on the big rig and stepped back. He raised his hand in a final wave and watched Suzie wave back. He saw her lean forward somewhat and her torso moved. With a lurch and a roar the big rig began moving, heading down the road toward her next delivery in San Diego. Gravel crunched under the wheels as the rig moved through the weed strewn parking area of the Junction Garage.
Bill watched until Suzie was lined out on the highway once again and picking up speed. She would rejoin the traffic on the interstate about five miles down the narrow two lane state highway. Finally Bill turned to survey his surroundings. He was standing in front of a large 3 bay plus office and storeroom garage. To the left under several old oak, pecan and walnut trees was a two story house. His grandfather built the house in 1926 when the original house burned. The large old house was the only home Bill knew from birth until he went into the Navy after graduating high school. He loved the large tree shaded yard surrounded by a now unkempt hedge of various flowering shrubs such as lilac, forsythia, mock orange and crepe myrtle. His grandfather, then later his father owned and operated the garage beside the house.
Bill's father had died almost two years before. Bill was the only surviving family member. His mother had been dead almost seven years. His older sister died of alcohol poisoning in her freshman year at college six years ago. The death of his mother and sister so close together was more than Bill's father could take. Like many of the older mechanics Paul Williams had liked his beer and cigarettes. When his family was torn asunder by the deaths of the female members he retreated deeper into the bottle. By the time Bill graduated high school Paul was a certified alcoholic just as his father (Bill's grandfather) before him.
Slowly Paul's health deteriorated as did his business. He never seemed to complete a repair when promised. Many times he failed to repair the vehicle left for him and the owner came to take it to a different garage. Like many old school mechanics the modern vehicles were beyond his ability to repair. He could not afford the test equipment to diagnose the problems and didn't have the ongoing training to be able to repair them. By the time he died Bill's father was only working on older vehicles and simpler farm machinery. He did a bit of welding and odd jobs. It was a mercy when he died in his sleep at age 63. The sad part was he wasn't found for three or four days after he died.
Bill returned home for the funeral. After the services he locked up the garage, cleaned out the refrigerator and freezer then closed up the old house. He fully expected it to be totally trashed when he returned. A time or two one of his few friends would write that they replaced a window for him because kids had once again broken into one of the buildings. Of course Bill sent the money to pay for the repairs.
No other work was done on the place since well before his father died. No one mowed the yards or picked up debris or fallen tree limbs. The day he returned home for the funeral Bill was shocked and saddened at the disrepair evident in his old home. By then the yard was grown up and weeds were sprouting all around the garage. He knew this was the third summer at least since any yard work was done and it was evident. His mother's carefully tended flower beds and vegetable garden were full of weeds and small trees sprouting in the fallow soil.
Bill picked up his sea bag and slowly walked toward the old house. Every step stirred dust in the hot August day. Earlier when the truck turned off the interstate to bring him home the radio announcer reported it was 103 degrees Fahrenheit. It was a typical August. No rain in sight and so dry the trees were dropping some of their leaves. The grass and weeds in poorer, thinner soil were turning brown. Bill's shirt was already wet with his sweat. Drops of sweat were running down his face.
Bill slowly walked up the two steps onto the old wooden porch that completely wrapped around the house. He fumbled at his neck and pulled his dog tag chain out of his shirt. He bent forward and inserted the key on the chain into the front door. After he unlocked the door he threw it wide open and stepped into the living room of the house. It smelled musty and stale. There was dust over everything. Bill did not cover any of the furniture when he left last time. There was trash and beer cans on the floor from the parties kids had while he was gone but there was surprisingly little damage. Some of the damage he saw Bill remembered was already there when he came home for the funeral.
Bill's eyes were drawn to the empty space in which his mother's old couch had once sat. His father was sleeping on it when he died and his decaying body ruined it before he was found. They had to burn it after his body was taken away. Bill set his sea bag down on the floor then wandered through the old house. As he went from room to room he flipped the light switches. He was pleased to find the lights worked. They should have because he called the electric coop almost a week ago to request service but he was still pleased. There was no guarantee they had been out yet or, if they had, that the circuit box's main breaker would have been on.
When Bill arrived at his old bedroom upstairs he stood in the door and looked around. He felt nostalgic and a little sad. He was home and there as no one left to share his arrival with other than his few remaining friends. They now had lives and families of their own so would have little time for Bill. Their experiences necessarily caused them to grow in different directions than Bill. He knew he grew away from his friends over the last four years because of his experiences also. Many of his old friends left for college after high school then took jobs elsewhere or went into the service as he had. The few who remained in town were friendly enough when he was back for his father's funeral but they were not as close as they once were. After all, he had been gone for years and their lives diverged.
Bill glanced into his sister's room and felt himself tensing up. It was just as she had left it the last time she was home with the exception of a box on the bed and another on her desk beside her suitcase. Bill walked to the bed and opened the box. It contained some of her clothes and personal possessions from college. He glanced at the closed suitcase on her desk and a second box beside it. Bill remembered the day he and his father returned home from picking them up. It was all the old man could do to carry her belongings into the room and drop them where they still rested. Bill and his father left and closed the door. As far as Bill knew neither of them ever opened the door again until now. The dust and dirt on the furniture and floor didn't indicate anyone's entry for quite some time anyway. He was slightly surprised since local kids appeared to have been in the house several times.
Bill turned and walked back downstairs. He walked into the Master Suite and looked around. He would sleep there from now on. He would live downstairs entirely. There was a large country kitchen, dining room, a large living room the master bedroom and two bathrooms downstairs as well as a large laundry room that doubled as pantry and utility room.
Bill walked out of the house through the kitchen. The back yard was in worse shape than was the front. One of the trees had lost several limbs at some time and they were littering the yard under it. Bill walked to the old well house and opened the door. He flicked on the light and turned to the breaker box that controlled the pump. He turned the power on and stepped back. To his delight and surprise the pump came on. He listened to the water pouring into the pressure tank from the nearly 300 foot deep well.
Bill stepped out of the well house and looked at the water faucet on the side of the house. It was spitting rusty looking water. He walked back into the house and checked all the faucets. They were spitting rusty water also. Bill moved to the kitchen faucet and removed the aerator from the spout. It was already filled with rust. He did the same in the three bathrooms. After the water was running clean and clear Bill closed the faucets and let the pressure build in the tank until the pump shut off. He moved to the breaker box and turned on the water heater. Next he checked the toilets. While he was doing that he turned the water supply off to the sink and toilet upstairs. The toilet in the master bath was leaking water from the tank to the bowl. It looked as if it needed a new flapper. Not surprising considering how long it had sat unused.
Bill's home was only a little over a mile from town but in this heat he sure dreaded having to walk into town for something to eat. He needed wheels badly but had none. His father had wrecked his old Ford Ranger pickup a few weeks before he died. Bill could see it sitting in the weeds behind the garage. Well, there was nothing for it but to take off. Bill closed the refrigerator and made sure it was operating then walked outside and locked the door into the house.
Before he started his walk to town Bill decided to look over the garage. He first walked around the outside of the building. It was as he remembered. There were several wrecked and junked vehicles behind the garage. There were also several piles of junk metal and pieces of farm machinery that had been deemed unrepairable. Bill unlocked the garage door and entered the building. This was the first time he looked in the garage since he left for the navy. There were two broken windows but as far as he could see nothing was missing. It looked as it did the last time his father worked inside. There was wire mesh covering the windows so no one could break into the building and steal the tools and few remaining parts in the store room. To his surprise all the tools were properly stored in their racks. He would not have been surprised to find them strewn around considering his father's depression and alcoholism near the end of his life.
Bill turned and started from the building. He stopped when he saw his old bicycle. The tires were showing cracks from age but seemed ok. He shrugged his shoulders and thought 'why not'. Bill turned on the air compressor and moved the bike near it. Surprisingly there was still some air in the tires. Bill carefully aired them up and walked the bike from the old building. He locked the door and mounted the bike.
Bill carefully rode onto the asphalt road and headed to town. He rode slowly, being careful not to hit bumps or rocks because of the old tires on the bike and for safety reasons. It only took about ten minutes to get to the grocery store near the edge of town. Bill parked his bike and went inside. He knew even with the basket on the bike and the small saddle bags that he could not purchase a lot of food. He got a gallon of milk, six pack of Newcastle Ale, eggs and breakfast meat. He also purchased some hamburger, buns and fixins along with chips, potatoes, salad fixins and some Bush's Grillin' Beans. When he finished he had seven of the little plastic grocery bags full of food.
Bill looked hilarious after he festooned his bike with the bags of food. He and his bike looked as if they were escaping from an old Abbott and Costello movie. He put the milk and beer in the basket and the eggs and some small items in the saddle bags. He put two plastic sacks on each side of the handlebars. Every time his leg made the down stroke when he pedaled his knee would hit the sacks of groceries. He was an accident waiting to happen as he pedaled home.
It took nearly twenty minutes to get home with his purchases. Bill knew he would have to do something else about transportation when he made purchases from now on. That evening after his supper Bill sat on his front porch watching or more accurately listening to the small amount of traffic on the roads. While he watched traffic and the sunset Bill made plans for the future. He had no idea what he was going to do to support himself but he knew it was going to be something local so he could live in his hereditary home. He decided the first thing he would do was clean up the place. He badly wanted it to look like it did in his memory of better times when his mother and sister were alive and the yard was pretty.
Just at dark Bill stood and walked into his house. He took a quick shower and crawled into the bed. He wasn't even sure if the sheets were clean or not. They didn't look or smell too clean and knowing his father near the end they probably weren't. He sighed. That meant another bike ride into town for laundry supplies tomorrow. He hoped the old washing machine would still work.
Bill spent the remainder of his first week home cleaning the rooms he was going to live in and beginning his work on the yard. He worked outside during the relatively cooler morning and evening. He worked inside in the air conditioned house during the heat of the day. It saddened Bill to see all the deterioration to the house. There were many things that badly needed repair but he did not have the money to take care of any but the most important items. He left the service with slightly less than $35,000 saved from his salary plus what he inherited when his father died. He had no job and no prospect of one in the immediate future. In fact he had not even begun looking seriously for work of any kind.
Of course one of the first things Bill did when he got home was file for unemployment. All returning servicemen and women could qualify. He made only the minimum attempts to obtain work because of that. The rest of the time he worked on his home and decompressed.
Transportation became more and more an issue. Many things Bill needed to purchase for the house were difficult if not impossible to haul on his bike. One morning instead of clearing brush and weeds as he normally did Bill went to look at his father's old truck. The truck had severe front end damage. His father had driven it off a "T" intersection and drove the radiator into the engine. It appeared as if the front of the frame was slightly bent also. Both front tires were blown, one had the end of the bumper driven through it. Bill opened the hood and looked at the engine. He knew it was once in great shape. Bill and his father overhauled it just before Bill went into the Navy. It looked as if it was still ok.
Bill spent the cool part of two days working on the truck outside in the weeds. He removed the fenders, hood, cab and bed stripping it down to the frame. After that was done he got an air jack to lift the front of the truck and pulled it into the shop. That was a battle in itself because the small wheels on the jack rolled poorly in the gravel of the parking lot.
The next task was removing the engine from the frame. Then out came the cutting torch and the frame was shortened, notches were cut in it and the frame rails were bent together in the front. Next the frame was boxed in to strengthen it. Bill became immersed in his project. August flowed into September. The weather was still hot and humid but Bill ignored it. He was spending money but it was mostly his unemployment. His savings were only about $1000 less than when he got home.
On Columbus Day weekend Bill opened the garage door and drove outside in his new ride. He had converted his father's old Ranger pickup into a large trike. He shortened the bed, cut the cab down to almost nothing and took the doors off. Instead of the old bucket seats Bill installed a smaller bench seat to the rear with one of the buckets in front for him to drive from. He utilized a motor cycle style handlebar to steer as was traditional. He left a windshield and solid roof on the trike. It had removable hard sides that stored in an enclosed storage compartment on the roof of his creation. It even had heating and air. Bill left the 2" receiver hitch on the rear so he could pull a trailer to haul light but larger loads. Bill even changed out the rear end to improve the fuel economy. The change in gear ratio resulted in an estimated 30 MPG now which was pretty good for a trike or a truck.
Bill caught several people's eye when he drove his candy apple red creation through town. Now he had to jump through the hoops at the license bureau to get it licensed. At least he had wheels once again and they had cost him almost nothing except labor. Some of the body work wasn't real pretty since he did the work himself but the price was right. The trike was built mostly from parts found in the scrap yard behind the garage.
Bill decided he would try to reopen his family business for his living expenses. He could weld and do mechanic work on older vehicles and machinery. He got a license to do state vehicle inspections. His homemade trike helped him get some business. Some days he had no work, others he worked a full day. He was getting by.
After the trike was finally legally licensed Bill began running into town several mornings a week to visit with other small business owners, farmers and neighbors. He got a few jobs that way and it helped. Besides, he enjoyed the conversation. Three weeks before Veteran's day Bill was enjoying morning coffee when the Commander of the local Veterans of Foreign Wars (VFW) sat at his table. After the pleasantries were out of the way Doug Sauers asked, "Bill do you still have that big BBQ Smoker your Daddy used to have?"
"Yes it's parked in the weeds behind the garage. I keep meaning to get it out and fire it up. We sure used to make some good meat in that old thing. Why?"
"Well you know every Veterans Day we have a parade and BBQ at the park. Your Dad used to bring the smoker down and do up meat for us. We've had trouble keeping up with demand the last two years since he passed away. I was wondering if you would loan it to us this year?"
"Heck yeah. In fact if ya want me to I'll do the meat up for you too. I still have Dad's old recipe for the sauce too." Bill laughed then and continued, "I'm afraid I'm like most cooks though. I did improve it a little. I guess I really don't have his old recipe I've got my new recipe that is based on his old one. Anyway I'd be happy to bring the smoker down and operate it for you."
That morning when Bill got back to his place he went straight behind the garage and hooked the grill to his trike. He pulled it under the trees beside the house and began cleaning it. Next he decided he needed to replace the tires and pack the bearings. He verified the electric motor that ran the rotisserie still worked properly also. Those tasks took two days.
After the BBQ smoker was ready for use Bill took a day to cut hickory and wild cherry out of an old deadfall to use in the smoker. He placed the wood on the rack under the body of the cooker and was ready to go.
Bill got to the city park at 04:30 November 11 to begin getting ready to cook the meat. By 0630 he had his smoker fired up and at the proper temperature to begin cooking. They loaded half a hog and a beef hind quarter into the meat basket and began cooking. Later in the morning they would put in some half chickens and still later they would cook some hamburger patties and hot dogs. All the profit from the sales would go to the VFW.
Bill got numerous compliments on his meat. Many of the old timers told him it was way better than his father's ever was. Later that evening the smoker was fired up once more for burgers and dogs only. Bill and a few of his old friends sat around in the park and visited while they ate supper and reconnected.
Angela, Bill's last girlfriend from high school was there with her husband. So was Simone, his only other serious girlfriend, the one just before Angela. She was there with her fiancé. She was studying for her MBA now and obviously in love as was Angela. They were with two of Bill's friends and he was happy for them. At one time he felt madly in love with both of the women but that was years and miles ago. Now they were just good friends much as they were before he dated them. He could sense a slight undercurrent of distrust from their men that he tried to allay. As he became more drunk Terry, Simone's fiancé became slightly belligerent. He took exception to Bill and Simone sitting across from each other at one of the picnic tables laughing and talking about old times.
Terry walked up beside the table and glared at the two old friends. He snarled, "Well Simone are you going home with me or are you going to go back to the shack with good ole Billy here? Have I been dumped now that the Navy has arrived?"
Bill thought about ignoring his comment until Terry continued, "Fuck, I thought I knew you but I guess I didn't. I thought you wanted to make me happy and help me with my career."
Bill looked at Simone and saw the shock in her eyes. He remembered Terry was always slightly jealous and had a hot temper. He usually calmed down by the next day but he was a total pain in the ass while he was in his cups. This time Bill couldn't let it go. He stood and pushed Terry back against a nearby tree. Bill held him against the tree with his right arm while Terry tried ineffectually to hit him. Bills reach was just enough longer than Terry's that he could do nothing except hit his arm.
Bill looked at Simone who was standing beside him. There were tears running down her cheeks. She grabbed Bill's free arm and said, "Bill please don't hit him. You remember how he gets. You know he's a really nice guy when he isn't drinking. Please don't hurt him!"
Bill never took his eyes off Terry. He said, "Oh, I won't hit him. At least I wasn't planning to hit him. He deserves to have his ass beaten within an inch of his life but I won't do it unless he hurts you Simone or he makes a big mistake and tries to take me on."
Bill turned his attention to Terry and shook him a little. He said, "Terry what's the matter with you man? We're friends and friends don't hit on friends women. Simone and I grew up as neighbors. We rode the same damn school bus. We've been friends since first grade and you know it. You also know I broke up with her before I began dating Angela. You even heard me do it and comforted her. That's how you and she got together. You know I love her like a sister or a best friend. That's all. Now get off your high horse and let it be." Bill glanced over at Simone then continued, "I don't like her the way you do Terry. Oh, sure, I'm a man and she's a beautiful woman. I look at her and dream about more but I know as long as she has you nothing will ever come of it. Heck, I hope I don't hurt her feelings here but I have to say this. I would gladly bed her if she was single but she's not man. I would much rather have her in my life as a good buddy than take a chance of messing up what we have by screwing or trying to screw her. Now calm your ass down before I do have to knock some sense into you!"
Bill pushed Terry into the tree once again then stepped back. He warily watched Terry as he staggered slightly. Simone moved to Terry and wrapped her arm around his waist. She looked at Bill and whispered, "Thank you Bill." She raised her head slightly and said in a louder voice, "We need to go now everyone. I have to get Terry into bed so he can sleep this off."
Simone looked up at Terry and said, "Come on Honey. Let's get you home."
Bill and the rest of the crowd watched Simone and Terry leave. Bill turned to the remainder of the old crowd and asked no one in particular, "Why does she put up with that asshole? He seems worse than when he was in school."
George looked at Bill and said, "He's normally not like that. I don't know what got into him tonight. Hell, I don't know what's gotten into him the last six months or a year. He's been a lot worse recently than he ever was in school. I guess he feels a little insecure with you coming home or something. We all remember how tight you and Simone were. Oh, he always shows his ass when he thinks someone is paying too much attention to Simone but usually all he does is gently pull her away from whoever they are."
"I'm worried about him. I had some sailors that acted like he does and most of them beat their women. Has she ever shown up with unexplained bruises or moved stiffly as if she was in pain."
Angela looked at her husband then the rest of the group. She licked her lips and said, "Well, there's nothing concrete. She just seems, oh, I don't know, she just doesn't act like she used to. She is more withdrawn usually and seems really anxious to be home on time. She checks in with Terry constantly. A time or two she has complained about being stiff from doing one thing or another but nothing we can say for sure Terry did to her. She just isn't the same girl you knew before you left Bill. She's been a lot different the last several months also. Do you think he is beating her or something?"
"I don't know but there's something there. Something's not right. She has a haunted look in her face I don't remember seeing before."
The little gathering broke up with that last comment. Terry and his tantrum took the pleasure out of the evening for everyone. Bill moved his trike over and hooked up his smoker then followed his friends out of the city park. When he got home he just left everything parked in his driveway. He made his way unsteadily to his bed.
Bill completed a few small jobs during the next week but nothing that would pay a lot. He had way too much time to think about Terry and Simone. He didn't know what to do about the situation or if he should even do anything. Finally he tried to just put it out of his mind.
The Monday before Thanksgiving Bill was working on his house when a black town car drove into his drive. He was scraping paint getting the exterior ready to be repainted. A tall well dressed man got out and walked up to him. Bill felt an instant dislike for the man but didn't know why.
The man stood watching while Bill climbed off the porch roof. When he stepped off the ladder the man began talking. He said, "I ate some of your BBQ at the park the other day. I'm throwing a Christmas party for my senior company managers and want you to cater it. We're having the affair on December 13th. I want to serve the meal at six that night. I don't want you to arrive before six that morning though. That should give you enough time to get the meal ready."
The man turned and started toward his car without saying anything else. Bill just stared at him in shock for a moment. He felt a surge of anger and yelled, "Who the hell do you think you are to come out here and basically order me to come to your affair and feed your managers? Hell no, I won't do it. Now get your ass off my property right now."
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We had a barb-a-que at my house one weekend in the summer. It was great. The weather was great and everyone was happy. My mom's friend Alice was drinking pretty heavily and was flirting with all the men. She even sat on my lap and said some little dirty things to me! It was a lot for a 15 year old. "Eric, you don't mind if I sit on your lap do you?" She asked as she placed her hot little ass on my lap. "No, not at all, Mrs. Perry." "Oh Eric, call me Alice." "I don't think that...
I grabbed my sister Sheila as she walked by where I was sitting and pulled her onto my lap. It was purely an impulsive move... or maybe not. I'd been obsessing about Sheila and my other sister Vanessa for a while. My name is Eric and I'm 16 years old. If you read "Barb-a-que" you know how I lost my virginity and acquired two lovers in one eventful day. That was almost a year ago. One lover was my own mother and the other was a friend of hers, Mrs. Alice Perry. I knocked up both women. Alice...
My lover and I are in an interracial relationship. He is an Asian man from Mandalay. And I am a Hispanic mixed female from Puerto Rico. He and I have gone through a lot in our relationship. We have even disagreed so many times and have argued. But the sex between us has always been muy PERFECTO! Something that happens betweens us quite often. It was a humid summer night and I had just finished taking a shower and toweling off. I sat on the living room couch, brushing my long wet hair, and...
February 20, 1985, McKinley, Ohio “Are there any guidelines?” I asked Chancellor Evans. “You have quite a bit of leeway, but your speech does need to be approved. If you could have it to me by the first week in May, that’ll give you plenty of time to write it and still leave time for review and any changes that might be appropriate.” “How long should it be?” “According to tradition?” he asked with a slight smile. “Or according to the students?” “Tradition, I suppose,” I replied with a...
Sheila hugged Jason tightly as he walked into his suite at the Palace on Porquenta. “Shiela, this is Valsam, my Azloc wife. I am her king. She is in the process of changing to a humanoid form and is most of the way along. She can change back very quickly. “Valsam, Sheila is one of my two biological AI wives. Porquenta built her,” Jason explained. “I am delighted to meet you Valsam.” Valsam smiled and nodded. Sheila turned back to Jason. “We have been worried about you, Jason. Porquenta...
It is Thursday night and Becky, my wife, was away on one of her business trips and wouldn’t be home until Monday late so I called my sister Jacquee and asked if she wanted some company over the weekend. Jacquee was thrilled I called and was excited I was coming for a visit which was working out well since Phil was away also and due back about the same time as Becky. I had been planning to visit for some time because it had been forever since I had visited Jacquee and the two-hour drive was...
IncestNote : This story is completely fictional! I've had fantasies about my middle sister for many years and I long suspected she had more than just normal feelings for me, too. To be honest with you neither of us had ever acted on them outside of playing doctor and general necking as is most often found in siblings. My name is Wayne and the sister I am going to talk about, her name is Jacquee. Growing up, I often got mixed signals. Jacquee would often walk around the house almost nude when our...
IncestI have successfully passed all the phases of my purification and slave training. As promised, my Master has accepted me back as soon as I was released from the prison beneath the Eglise Sainte Jacqueline. My life is back to normal - as far as a relationship consisting of a Master, a Mistress and a slave can be called normal. It is normal in the sense that my Master has returned to using all three of my orifices and my Mistress allows me to pleasure her with my tongue. How long was I held...
Wayne got out of the car and hurried around to help his sister. As he held open the door and took her hand, he looked down upon her and smiled. Today was her fortieth birthday. She deserved a special celebration, and he was doing his best to give it to her. It wasn’t hard to understand why Wayne felt so strongly for his sister Jacquee. Jacquee is a truly beautiful woman. Jacquee had all the features most men would desire in a woman; she was petite and weighed about 115 pounds, her olive colored...
IncestMadame Dominique's School of Etiquette occupied a three story brown brick building that was built somewhere in the middle of the last century. Most of the other buildings on the well-kept street were more modern in appearance and date of origin. The basement apartment was the domain of a funny little man with a crooked back called simply Pierre. Pierre was more the face of the school because he was the one who daily hauled out the metal cans for the bin men and attempted to keep the small...
Bill recently separated from his wife of twenty-five plus years. He moved into an apartment flat close to where he worked. Bill was not sure what was going to be the outcome of the separation. His wife seemed to no longer love him, and their sex life near zero. Their home was an hour drive from work, the new place he moved into was five minutes away from work. It also provided some distance for them to sort things out without running into each other. The kids were now out of the house, which is...
BisexualBill Johnson is mom’s new boyfriend, the first man she has dated since dad died when I was five. He just turned fifty, that’s fifteen years older than mom. I had just started in high school about two weeks ago and learned it was time to grow up very quickly. I not only had to get used to being a small girl in a big school, but I was also trying to get used to the effects puberty had on my body over the summer. I was slowly getting used to the hormones and the change in my body shape and the...
Bill is my best friend.Bill lives alone about 3 hours south of me in a Mexican beach front community. His home is very nice and when I visit him he always makes me feel at home.The 1st time I met Bill I met him through my aunt, she was having a small get together at her house and Bill was staying with her as he was getting some supplies from the U.S.When I met him I thought he was very handsome. He said he just retired so I put him at about 66-67 by the way he talked about buying his current...
One night, she arrived home a little after 11:00 p.m. with a guy that she introduced as her friend Bill. She said that she met Bill in the motel bar after work. She brought him home, because he belonged to a local group that was into wife swapping and she wanted to know more about it. They both came in and sat on the sofa. I got drinks for Terry and Bill and we sat down in the living room to talk. Terry took her shoes off and sat between Bill and me. Bill said that there was a group in town...
Chapter One, Part One Election night – 2016 It is the worst night of her life. The unofficial returns are in, and though more than half of America enthusiastically identifies with her, all appears lost. How can it be? Through a heated season, the pending election acted as a tonic, a furious wind at her back. The thought of victory kept her spirits buoyant, her senses alert. Now, the relentless war of words has ceased; the race is over. Early this evening, the unforeseen happened; the...
Jacqueline's interview by mya fantasy story description in this story a 21 year old proud and confident crossdresser named jacqueline agrees to be part of a research study being carried out by a psychology professor named chris. This is a complete transcript of the interview consisting of over 30 questions. Note: the interview questions are in upper case text and were written by a human (me) using the pen name mya fantasy. The answers are those provided by chatgpt without any...
My wife and I recently were talking about dick size. She said she didn't understand why guys were so hung up on size. "Size doesn't really matter" she said. I said, really guys weren't the ones hung up on the size of a damn cock, but it was the women who were fascinated with it. I said "the women not hung up on size are the one's that haven't had a really big dick yet." "What do you mean?" she said. I said, "Angelique if you ever had a bigger dick, you would probably go wild as shit." "I think...
InterracialIntroductionI’m now fifty-two years old, having been married to my wife, Janice, for thirty years, and this story is about a sexual reawakening that I had five years ago, when I had just turned forty-seven.I had all but forgotten some of the homosexual experiences of my youth until, like many middle-aged men, I was left with strong urges for sex, and no outlet. Janice lost interest in sex of any kind when she became premenopausal, and it had been almost a year since I was last able to fuck or...
Taboo“We’re harvesting the fruits of the seeds planted by those before us. Make sure you plant the right seeds for those who come after you. Someone is sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago.” – Warren Buffett Jason looked down from the shuttle as they slowly descended towards Porquenta. “Why are we going so slowly?” Jason asked. “I handed control to Porquenta at his request, he is flying us.” Said the Captain. “We are getting close to the ground,” said...
Note : This story is completely fictional! As soon as his mom left for work Bill went to his little sister's room and undressed. He climbed in bed with her and pulled her nightgown above her waist, Jenny kissed him and removed her panties."Do it quick, I have to get ready for school" she whispered.Bill fucked his 18 year old sister with all he had. Jenny was glad when he filled her pussy with sperm. She knew someday he would make her and looked forward to having his baby. brother and sister had...
IncestRemember I said these experiences weren't in any particular order, well I've jumped right forward to Bill. He's another married guy who I am currently seeing from time to time.Again this is a true story of how I came to meet him.Bill first got in touch through Fabguys, he liked my profile picture, sent a friend request and after I accepted started to message me a fair bit. I had been seeing another married man Tony, who I actually met though here, and wasn't looking to hook up with anyone else...
I've had quite a few encounters with couples between my last posting with Angela and Jim. This happened about 7 or 8 months ago. I'd been living on th Big island for a few years and I post on certain websites for couples looking for a male for MFM threesomes.Bill and Maria messaged me, we exchanged pics and after some contact back and forth we decided we would meet. They were in their late 40's I'm including pics I took of Maria. They were on Ohau so I flew there to meet them in person. When I...
Miranda Holmes locked the door of her small grey Ford car, straightened her grey skirt and checked her grey jacket in the reflection in the glass of the car door before she turned and walked up the short cracked and broken concrete pathway to the fading peeling blue painted door of Number Three, Alderman Lucas Drive, a boring ordinary Council house in the post war Austerity style just off the Hinksey Road on the East Canning estate. Miranda knocked loudly, then she stood back away from...
Everything came into view. As silence beckoned his ears, Reginald Barclay stumbled onto the deck of the Enterprise D which appeared to be in complete stillness. Barclay had to remind himself of what this was: an extremely intelligent and well thought holographic projector using similar technology created by the Argathians, something which could create a year of time in only a few seconds and Barclay was testing it with a holoprogram, but which one was he in he consistently muttered to himself....
TJ had endured a rough and emotional breakup with Junior, her boyfriend of nearly 3 years. She’d moved over a thousand miles to follow Junior — the man she thought would be her forever man. Now she had moved back from whence she came, to start life over again. Her heart was heavy thinking about all the sorrow Junior had caused her, all the lies. Now back on familiar ground, she began to wonder about a special man she’d left behind. She knew where to find him — both at work and at home. She...
The Story begins as Angelique's doorbell rings answering the door she is greeted by Tina the assistant to the Mistress informing Angelique she is here to take her to her appointment. Angelique is wearing a mini skirt a black turtleneck sweater black lace bra black panties a corset with garters and black stocking which are visible with the shortness of her skirt also she has on 4 inch heels. Tina tells Angelique she won't need her purse or anything else. Just her body and the way she's...
Since I started at Uni last September there’s never been enough to live a nice life, but it didn’t take me long to find other ways of earning money here. I've been finding little ways of doing that for a long time now, and they just seem to get that bit worse every time in order to keep the cash coming in. I suppose the earliest things I did were innocent enough. Like helping my Mum or my Dad round the house or in the garden. I had to earn all my pocket money, so the more I did the...
Bananas with BillNancy shivers as she sits waiting on the bar. She wants to get up and forget this whole charade. She is nervous and doesn’t even know why. Bill is her friend, her lover, her most trusted ally, she knows he will make this fantasy come alive for her but for some reason she is still worried. She hops down from the countertop bar and paces the kitchen waiting for him to arrive. Should she or shouldn’t she…she continues to ask the question, stopping by the bar she looks at the cool...
Please let me know if this get you hot!Mom met a guy last year right after I left for college and they got married at Christmas. I met him the night before the wedding and I was really surprised. Mom had told me he was the stud of her life, and I had figured he was younger than her, but I could not have been more wrong. Mom is an admin assistant to the CEO of a big company nearby, and at 39 has a killer body, so I assumed he would be about 35 (a very yummy age if you ask me), but he was 44...
His right hand feels its way down her bare flat stomach. Stops at her matted and sticky muff. He leans down and kisses her cheek gently. 'I know you are still in some pain but you will recover soon'. 'Like it or not I am your man now'. She says nothing, just stares at the wood ceiling. He begins to rub her, softly stroking her pussy. She tenses a little realizing he will take her again soon. His cock, rock hard again pressing against her bare thigh. He loves the way she feels...
We're all super, for some reason my mouth felt tired and had a taste, my ass hurt, the other night we were having a great time on a record. It's the only thing I remembered from the other night. Suddenly the teacher said that a new student was going to enter. We were excited by a new student, fresh meat. The teacher said that his name was Melany, for some reason it became familiar, and a sensation of cold ran through my body, I suddenly realized that he was staring at me and was paralyzed by...
TranssexualCerie craned her neck and surveyed the surroundings. The coast was clear. She quickly took off her clothes, folded them, and set them on the ground in a neat pile. Wearing only her shoes and socks, she crept towards her target. She watched her feet, careful to avoid stepping on anything that would make noise. After a tension filled minute, she reached her goal. Cerie peeked around the corner of the small shed. The gravel path behind it was empty. She closed her eyes, pressed her back against...
Jen and I waited about ten minutes before her patience ran out. "Come on Max we are going to shake things up a bit." With that she stood. I followed as she walked calmly out of the door of the interrogation room. "Where the hell do you think you are going?" a patrol officer asked. "Sonny, if you want to keep that shiny new badge, you will shut up and listen. My client is not under arrest and obviously the detective is through questioning her, so we are going to dinner. Now get the fuck...
Conversation stopped. Soft music started to fill the hall. Men and women in business suits looked up from their cocktail glasses. And from the ample cleavages and asses of the girls serving them. They were associates and employees of Wolfram and Hart, the famous lawyers' firm with its intriguing and dark reputation. Over this last half hour they had wondered why they had been invited. And how they could be involved in this curious BimboTech Inc. They had looked amazed at the many...
My Dog Queenie Late one night, I was reading a page on the internet about mind control and swapping one person's mind with another. The page described a simple chant that could be said which would swap the souls of any two individuals you wished. It all seemed silly till I was walking my dog in the park last week. As I stopped to tie my shoe which had become undone, I noticed her first. She was wearing a purple UnderArmour jogging bra encasing perfect, bouncing C cup breasts, and...
Many thanks to my friend and editor Dawnj! Any mistakes in the story are mine. This is a long story (for me) and I would like to warn my readers that it contains no sex until the second part of chapter 19. If you don’t mind waiting that long, please read on… Prologue Barbra wished she could have skipped 2010. Perhaps things would have been better if that had been possible? She knew they wouldn’t. Still, it had been the absolute worst year of her life. It had started alright. Christmas had...
Billy was concerned and very self-conscious. He had entered what he felt was the beginning of becoming a man. His body was developing, his voice was cracking and, down below, he was growing an erection whether he wanted to or not. He was also a little confused. His emotions were in turmoil. One minute he was happy and cheerful and the next he was suddenly angry and sullen. The problem was he had no idea why the wild emotional swings. Frankly, he was confused. Thoroughly and completely confused....
‘I don’t know why this girl does this to you, Enrique, she must be just trying to make you suffer,’ said Zelia, as she sat down with him on the sofa and ran her fingers through his long curly locks. It was nearly midnight and Zelia and I were in bed asleep when he called. Again his girl, Lupita, would not give him the object of his desire, claiming that it was her time of the month. This in itself was no fault of hers, of course, but what was truly offensive to the boy was her refusal to assist...
"I am visiting Los Angeles on business," she spoke in a sultry Brazilian accent. "I'm from Brazil, actually," She traced the edge of her glass with her fingertips. "I am here alone this evening," she held her glass by the stem and swirled it on the bar. "But I suppose you could say that I'm, " she paused to smile playfully. "Looking for someone, so to speak." Angelique turned slightly to face Balla, she was wearing a black burlesque corset & long skirt, she crossed her legs...
Previously on MAU - Slayers... The Slayers were transferred to the Agency's Head Office. Meanwhile Dennis awoke from his coma and has agreed to help the man who is plotting against the Slayers. MAU - Slayers - Shadows Of Things That Will Be, As Seen By Bill [Author's Note: I meant to have this uploaded before the holidays, but was unable to. I hope the timing doesn't bother any reading of the story.] "There's no way out this time," Faith said. "Remember, I'm a lot stronger...
"Why'd you do it?" Tina asked, looking at Floyd Peterson's reflection in her rearview mirror. The older man didn't say anything, his lined face drawn into a scowl as he looked out the window. "McKinnen's talking," she shrugged. "Moore's going to roll over. I'll have a State Prosecutor here in the morning, a couple unfriendlies to drive you down to San Antonio..." "Hmph," Floyd shook his head. "Old as you are," Tina sighed, "you're looking at life, Floyd. You know...
“I liked the Ghouls,” said Andrea. “They were delightful to speak to and very friendly. Every single one I spoke to apologized for their behavior and told the same story of recalling previous wonderful times with your people, Jason. “Finally, you are accepting your role as an Emperor. Your major opposition comes from Lisirra, yet she is always close to you and touches you whenever she can. The Ghouls had no hesitation in ratifying Ixal as their Queen, and you Jason as the Emperor of...
Vasquez answered her phone just as she was locking the evidence kit in the trunk of her car. "Hi Tina, it's Prescott," the forensic psychologist said. "Anything new on your missing girl?" "Jeffrey, hey," Tina sighed, closing the trunk. "Nothing yet. What have you got?" "Nothing much, I'm afraid," the man replied with an apologetic shrug. "I went through some models, but we don't have much of a profile on her. That makes it tough to predict." "Yeah," Tina agreed, walking...
I am Angelique a 34 year old CD this is my story of my pain and torture it is true and it all happened. To start I have been doing this for some years now progressing to this. It was planned and agreed upon by both myself and the Mistress... I arrived at the appointed place and began. The Transformation to Angelique by first giving myself self an enema to cleanse by insides for later. Then showering with caress soap to soften my skin. Then shaving all body hair from my body. Next I...
Ei ghatona ta takhon kar jakhon ami 18 bachorer chilam. Takhon schoolo chutee hobar por ami amar koekta bondhur songe roz gymnasium te jetam aar gym jabar kichu din pore theke amar shoreer ta besh bhalo bhabe phute uthte laglo. Amar book aar ghar besh sakto hoye phule uthte laglo. Takhon amake je je dekhto sei ghure ghure koek bar kore dekhto. Emni te amar height tao besh bhalo chilo aar gym jabar theke shoreer tao bhalo hoye jaote mota mutee amake bhalo dekhte lagchilo. Emni te ami ektu...
We were eating, and Zelia sat to my right, but far down the table, close to our guest, Enrique, who sat opposite me, at the far end, so that we were facing one another. I could hear his hand rubbing along the fabric of my wife’s capris, the ones with the bluish posterboard print that fit her curves perfectly and glorified that big round behind of hers, which, according to Zelia, drove Enrique crazy whenever he saw it. They spoke in Spanish, and Zelia would occasionally translate for me, though...
Kichu din por Piya didi anno shohore MBA porte chole gelo aar barite khali ami aar maa roye gelam karon aba nijer kaje praye sab somey baire baire ghurte thakten. Goto du mashe baba barite khali 4-5 diner jonno chilen. Ami khali maa ke chokhe chokhe rakhtam aar chesta kortam je maa jakhon kapor change kore takhon unkee marte pari. Emni maa kakhono kakhono amar samne peeth kore kapor bodle nito kintu ami kichu dekhte petam na. Kakhono kakhono maa jakhon barir kaj korto tahkhon ami kono kono maar...
My wife and I recently were talking about dick size. She said she didn't understand why guys were so hung up on size. "Size doesn't really matter" she said. I said, really guys weren't the ones hung up on the size of a damn cock, but it was the women who were fascinated with it. I said "the women not hung up on size are the one's that haven't had a really big dick yet." "What do you mean?" she said. I said, "Angelique if you ever had a bigger dick, you would probably go wild as shit." "I think...
My wife and I recently were talking about dick size. She said she didn't understand why guys were so hung up on size. "Size doesn't really matter" she said. I said, really guys weren't the ones hung up on the size of a damn cock, but it was the women who were fascinated with it. I said "the women not hung up on size are the one's that haven't had a really big dick yet." "What do you mean?" she said. I said, "Angelique if you ever had a bigger dick, you would probably go wild as shit." "I think...
Milking my fat ass wife Angelique’s huge tits...Using a real cow milking machine..... Angelique really tried like hell to please me from the day we met in anyway she could just to show me just how much she thought she loved me and wanted to stay with me, cause I was the best thing that ever happened to her fat ass and she damn well knew it. Hell she would do any damn thing I told her to do, no matter how wild, fucked up or i*****l it was. I explained to her the first time we ever went out,...