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Lucy Spell stepped out of the shower and looked at herself in the full-length mirror attached to the back of the bathroom door. She wasn't pretty. She sighed, resigning herself to the truth as she stood naked, looking at herself.
It was true. At fourteen going on fifteen, her facial features were somehow ... not well suited for one another. She had a prominent nose, her ears were large, and her wide, full mouth bristled with a maze of braces, silver, and tiny rubber bands.
There was nothing she could do about it. Her mom was long gone, and neither her big brother nor her dad were about to give her any beauty tips.
That was for sure.
The only tip either of them was interested in giving her was the one at the end of his big fat cock. Lucy was a ranch girl. She knew all about reproduction. As far as she knew, sex was nothing more than a mechanical act: stick it in, hump like crazy, pull it out, wipe it off and walk away. Ugh! She shuddered.
So far she'd managed to avoid being subjected to that.
She thought she had pretty eyes, but her full low eyebrows detracted from them and her mop of deep-hued curly red hair was impossible to keep under control. It would frizz, and tangle hopelessly in the slightest wind.
But those flaws paled beside her real problem. The real problem was she was already five feet nine inches tall and weighed a hundred seventy pounds. She was fat. She even disgusted herself. She was twice as big as the biggest boy in her class.
Tomorrow would be the first day of the new school year. She dreaded it. Last year everyone in school laughed at her, called her 'Big Red'. It was not meant to be a friendly tag. She would be in seventh grade now and would be taking the bus to the middle school in Seynora, fifty-five miles south of the ranch her father and brother leased.
Idly, she slid her hand through the thick swath of chestnut colored hair that had grown at base of her belly, right where her legs came together. Since she'd begun having her periods six months ago it had filled in almost overnight, as had her breasts, but she was so big everywhere, you could hardly tell her boobs were even there when she was dressed.
Her fingers approached her favorite spot, slid past, making her shiver. She looked into her own eyes in the mirror. What would it be like to let them do it to me? She sighed again, removed her hand and finished drying herself.
"Okay class. Jumping Jacks. Ready, Go!" Sally Reilly watched as thirty seventh-grade girls followed the leader and began doing jumping jacks, jumping into the air and landing, feet wide apart, and at the same time throwing their arms up in wide arcs over their heads, then reversing the moves. "One!" the girls called in unison. "Two! Three!"
Sally moved down the row. In the back corner a very tall girl was effortlessly doing the exercise even though she was seriously overweight.
Hmmm, Sally thought. Is this my center? She was the girls basketball coach. And an ardent lesbian.
She blew her whistle. "Ready ... stop. Okay girls, very good. Take a few minutes break." Sally walked over to the big girl. As she approached she heard a few titters and the tall girl flushed bright red.
"Hi honeypot, I'm coach Reilly. What's your name?"
"Lucy Spell." The girls voice was low, as if she was ashamed.
"You're very graceful for a big girl Lucy. After the bell I want you to come see me in my office. I want to talk for a while."
Alarm showed in the girl's face. Sally smiled in a reassuring way and turned, blowing her whistle, "Okay, laps. Give me ten good ones."
There were groans as the pubescent girls clambered to their feet and began to run laps around the basketball court.
Lucy was on pins and needles. What does she want? Why did she single me out? Will she tell me I can't be in the class? She knocked on the gym teacher's door.
"It's open. Come in."
Lucy pushed to door open. Ms. Reilly was sitting on a corner of her desk sipping at a bottle of Gatorade.
"Hi, Lucy. Have a seat," her teacher waved at the chair by the desk. "I've been thinking. That last name. There was a boy by the name of Spell up at Bowen's Corners a couple of seasons ago. You any relation?"
"That was my brother Billy Bob. He got a scholarship to Texas Tech but hurt his knee during his first season and had to drop out."
"He was a great basketball player. You play any?"
"Yeah. We used to play but he was way better. Then I got fat."
"You weren't always fat?" the teacher had a surprised look.
"No. I started to gain weight after my dad..." she stopped short, she felt her face warming. She'd almost told this stranger what her father had started doing. He detested fat people ... it had been her only defense.
Sally O'Reilly had a pretty good idea of what had happened from the expression on the young girls face. Those damn horny ranchers. Most of them would fuck a woodpile on the chance there was a snake in it. She knew what went on down on the farm, daughter or no daughter. The poor kid might be physically big but she was still a child emotionally.
"Do you think you'd like to go out for the basketball team when the tryouts open in a few weeks?"
"Me? Go out for the team," the girl shook her head. "I could never..."
"Sure you could. All we'd need to do is get some of that weight off of you. You'd be fine."
An unsure look came over the girl, her eyes were afraid. Sally nodded to herself. Of course: if you lose the weight he'll come after you again.
"Tell you what. Why don't I have a talk with your mom and dad..."
"My mom left ten years ago. I don't know where she is."
All the better for me.
"Okay I'll have a talk with your dad and see if we can't arrange for you to stay with me during the school year. We can work on the weight loss program, I can help with schoolwork and you wouldn't have that long drive everyday."
The girl's eyes brightened. "You think he'd let me?"
"Let's just say I'm pretty sure I can convince him."
"Gosh that would be great."
"Then it's settled. I'll pay your dad a visit this weekend. Meanwhile, mum's the word." She held her finger to her lips. Just then the bell for the next period rang. Sally wrote Lucy a tardy pass and watched as she ran down the hall toward her next class.
God. This could be the start of something great. Sally squeezed her legs together as she imagined the big girl on top of her, controlling her, forcing her to have a wonderful orgasm. She dragged herself back to reality. There was ground work, a lot of ground work to do first, before it could begin.
Lucy's father stood on the porch of his house and looked down at the woman. She was small, trim, with sandy brown hair and real good curves, full hips, nice tits. She was pretty too, in a thirtyish way. He wouldn't throw her out of bed, no sir.
"My name is Sally Reilly. I'm the girls seventh and eighth grade basketball coach at Seynora. May I come up and talk with you for a minute?"
"Why sure, Come on ahead, have a seat," he waved at the steel glider at one end of the porch. When they were settled, he on a chair facing her, he leaned toward the railing and expectorated a stream of tobacco juice over it onto the dirt below. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he tilted his straw hat back and looked at her. "What can I do for you, missy?"
She came right to the point. "I want Lucy to play for my team this fall. She's tall and very well-coordinated for her age."
"So? If she wants to, why not?"
"There's a problem with the transportation. If she rides the bus every day she won't be able to attend practices."
He moved his chaw to the other side of his mouth as he shifted on his chair. "Hmmm. I get it. When her brother Billy Bob was playing high school ball he stayed at a friend's house during the week. But I can't see Lucy doing that. There's the cooking and the laundry, and feedin' the livestock, making the beds, cleaning the house - you know, the trivial little things a woman does between the times when she's doin' what really pays her keep." He leered at her then glanced at her crotch. Her legs were pressed primly together. He frowned. She must be a cold one.
Sally felt her blood heat up. The sexist jerkoff. She forced herself to calm down.
"She could stay with me. I have an extra bedroom. I wouldn't make any charge for room and board."
"I dunno. Seems like girls tryin' to play basketball ain't much more'n a waste of time."
The woman looked at him for a second, then her eyes took on a crafty look.
"Lucy was telling me what you did to her a while back. I don't think that was very smart of you, Mister Spell, touching her that way, know what I mean?" she lifted her eyebrows and pursed her lips, pausing while he absorbed her meaning. "Of course if you let her stay with me and play ball, I'll advise her to forget all about it. Otherwise..."
He stiffened with anger, his face burning as he flushed. His eyes all but closed at the recognition of an enemy. "Why you little..." he began, then thought better of it.
The little cunt had him by the nuts: he had laid Lucy down, pulled her panties off, and taken a good long time exploring her pussy. Would have fucked her too pretty soon, except she'd gotten so porker fat.
It was okay. He could almost swear the ewe he was fucking right now was getting to like it, it would present its vulva, give a little 'Baaahahah' and begin quivering the second it saw him coming. His cock stirred at the thought. Maybe after this bitch left he'd run out and sock it to her hot, wooly pussy again. If she'd only stop shitting those pebble turds while his dick was in her, right below her asshole, she'd be the perfect fuck.
He pulled himself back to the present.
"Ah shit. Okay, she 'kin do it. She's so damn fat she ain't no use anyway." He stood, and after he spat a second stream of juice, this one not quite making it over the railing, he stalked away, entering the house. "Lucy! Git your suitcase packed. You're goin' to stay with this here coach of yours."
"This will be your room, hon," Sally went into the large bright room and stopped, turning to face Lucy, arms raised as if to offer the room. "Do you like it?"
Lucy looked around, "Oh my gosh, it's beautiful." The room was about fifteen feet square, with a large four-poster bed at the opposite end. A small computer workstation and a large chest of drawers were next to the entrance. There were windows on two walls covered by floor to ceiling sheers. Royal blue drapes were pulled open to allow the afternoon light to enter.
"And this is the bath. We'll share it," Sally smiled at her and went through the bathroom, opening the door at the far side. "This is my room."
Lucy entered her new friend's bedroom. She gasped, the ceiling was mirrored. A huge round bed sat near the center of the room, covered by a beautiful multi-colored comforter that served as a bedspread. Ultra femininity was everywhere. She looked at Sally.
"Like it?"
"Oh yes. It's so ... so feminine."
Sally pretended to pout. "I might be a gym teacher but I'm a woman too. I know I don't look like much of one."
"Oh! I didn't mean that. You're beautiful. I'm the one who doesn't look like much." Lucy looked at the floor.
Sally came closer, stopping a foot away. She lifted her hand and turned Lucy's face back toward her. "You'll be surprised. Just wait until we get that flab off of you." Her fingers touched Lucy's eyebrow, stroked it lightly. "We'll trim these, and do something with your hair. You'll be surprised."
Lucy felt gratitude. It was so good to have a friend. Tears formed in her eyes. "I ... I ... thank you for helping me..." she stumbled. Sally pulled her close, hugging her, her head nestled between Lucy's breasts. Lucy was almost a full head taller.
"Shhh. Don't. We'll have wonderful times together."
Lucy opened her eyes. The room was bright with morning light. Her bed was so comfortable she'd had no trouble at all sleeping. She could hear the shower running in the bathroom and turned to look.
The door from her room stood open. Sally's door was open too and she could see straight through into Sally's bedroom. As she watched, the shower stopped and the glass door slid open. Sally stepped out, reaching for a towel.
Lucy stared. Her new friend had a beautiful figure. Her naked body almost glowed, her bottom was trim and her hips rounded. Just then she turned so that she faced Lucy's door and raised her arms to dry her hair. Her breasts were full, with dark nipples. Lucy held her breath, afraid if she moved she would be discovered peeking. All at once she realized her secret place was tingling something fierce. She slipped her hand between her legs and pressed her fingers against it, trying to make it stop. But her fingers only increased the sensation and a lovely feeling began to spread through her belly.
In the bathroom Sally hummed as she finished drying herself and moved over to the vanity, out of sight. Lucy rolled onto her back, exhaling, her heart beating faster than normal. She had liked it, liked seeing Sally naked. It had done something to her, opened something inside. She had to force herself to take her fingers away from her special place.
The pounds melted away. She lost ten pounds the first week, twelve the second. Within six weeks she weighed a hundred twenty-five pounds. The flab was gone too. The three times weekly workout Sally put her on strengthened her entire body.
They were complemented by the 'road' work. Sally bought her a helmet and special shoes and taught her how to ride her 16-speed road bike. Within a month Lucy could average twenty miles an hour during a one-hour ride. She was becoming lean, ultra-fit, her legs like spring steel.
"I really like the way you did my eyebrows." Lucy was perched on the lowered lid of the toilet. She was dressed in a thin nightshirt Sally had loaned her. It had a low front and was loose and comfortable on her. Sally stood behind her, snipping at her hair with a pair of scissors.
"Yes. It brings out your eyes. You have beautiful eyes." Their eyes met in the mirror and Sally smiled. "When those braces come off you're going to start knocking them out."
"Boys?"
"Yes. And girls too."
"Girls?"
"Honey, I know girls who would like to make it with you right now."
"What do you mean 'make it'?"
Sally stopped, then stroked her hair. "You'll see," she said. "You'll see."
Sally's hands felt good on Lucy's head and shoulders as she worked to shorten her hair. Since that morning when she'd seen Sally drying herself an intimacy had grown between them. They'd become more than teacher - student, it was almost like having a sister. But there was something about Sally, something not sister-like at all. Her touch was different, different in a way Lucy liked.
There had been repeats of the shower incident but strictly one-sided. Lucy was far too shy to display herself. She felt as if she was poised at the edge of something, something that would swallow her, but she had no clue what.
"I think we should just chop it off and leave it short. It'll be cute. What do you think?" Sally broke into her thoughts, holding a second mirror behind her so she could see what her hair looked like in back. Sally's nightshirt was unbuttoned and most of one breast was visible. Lucy's pulse quickened. She wished Sally would move so she could see the nipple. Then she did move and Lucy's breath caught. Her friend's nipple was prominent, pink-hued with a dark center. She glanced at Sally. Their eyes met through the mirror. Sally had caught her looking.
"It's only my tit. We're both girls. You have them too." Sally's voice was low. "Want to see the other one?"
Lucy gulped. She was feeling very strange in her belly and the back of her throat was tight. She nodded. Sally turned to face the mirror and pulled her nightshirt right open.
"Ta TAA!" she giggled, shaking her body, making her titties jiggle. Lucy stared. She had never seen another woman naked, not up close like this.
"They're beautiful," she whispered. Sally stepped toward her and embraced her, her arms around Lucy's shoulders. Her breasts were warm where they pressed into Lucy, taking her breath away.
"I bet yours are too, honeypot," her coach whispered. Then, letting go, she stood and put the scissors down. "Come on, I'll give you your rubdown."
It had become their practice for Sally to give her a rubdown on the evenings following a workout session. Not having a real massage table, they used Lucy's bed. Lucy stood and went over to her bed. There, facing away, she stripped off the nightgown and laid on the bed face down, dressed only in her cotton underpants now.
Tonight the rubdown was different. Sally started on her legs but her fingers did not knead or stroke the muscles. Instead they were feather soft, tickling her ankles first then migrating up the backs of her legs. Shivers of sensation flowed up Lucy's legs coming together right at her vagina.
"Oohh! That's the most lovely feeling I've ever felt," she sighed. "I can feel it right in my..." she stopped, embarrassed.
"Right in your little honeypot? Is that what you were going to say?" Sally's fingers were close, moving on her, very close to her bottom. She shivered.
"Yes."
The fingers hesitated, then moved on, up her sides.
"Oh!" she couldn't help giving a little sob of disappointment. Sally laughed and leaned forward, her lips close to Lucy's ear.
"All in good time, my dear. Good things come to those who wait."
Her fingers traced their way along Lucy's shoulders to her neck, then dove over the top, touching, sliding over her collar bone. Then they were sliding up under the roots of her hair up her scalp.
"Oohhh! That's beautiful." Lucy sighed.
The fingers lingered there then traced their way to the small of her back where they toyed with the band of her cotton underpants.
"Your butt is starting to look very nice," Sally said, sliding her hands over the cloth-covered cheeks, her thumbs flirting with the crevice between them. Lucy held her breath. Her body was beginning to thrum, a constant steady aura of tension. The fingers came up either side of her torso, down near the sheet, teasing the beginnings of her breasts, her armpits.
"Want more?" Sally's voice came from beside her ear.
"Yes."
"Roll over then. I'll do the other side."
Lucy's heart nearly jumped into her throat. She looked around at her friend. Sally's nightgown had come open again, her breasts were right there, exposed, the nipples erect. Her belly quivered wildly as a surge of ... of something exciting, spread through her. She had the feeling she was about to do something, something terribly dirty, but because it was so dirty it thrilled her so much, more than anything, ever, and she knew she would let herself do it - whatever it was.
Her movements slow, trance-like, she rolled over onto her back, exposing her naked breasts to her friend for the very first time. Sally was kneeling on the bed beside her. Their eyes met. Then Sally looked at her breasts.
"Gosh Lucy, your boobs are nicer than mine. May I touch them?"
Lucy's throat was so dry she could only nod. The moment her friend's fingers touched her breasts a deep sinful thrill spread through her and she shivered, goose pimples breaking out all over her chest. Fingers squeezed her nipples. She felt it deep between her legs.
"Oh! Oh! That makes my..."
" ... makes your little honeypot nice and tingly?" Sally leaned forward, brought her lips to within an inch of Lucy's. "I'd like to taste your honeypot. Like this." She licked Lucy's lips, sliding her tongue along the seam of her closed lips, slipping it between them. She stopped, looked down at the girl. Lucy gazed up at her.
"Open your mouth. Kiss me, my sweet honeypot."
Lucy was afire. Fingers were tracing rings around her never-before-touched breasts, squeezing, all so tender, so exquisite, the pounding of her heart and the warm breath on her face, a tongue licking her lips.
She did it.
She opened her mouth and let another woman kiss her. It was delicious. She lost herself in it. Then fingers were between her legs. Oh God, they're finding my special spot, touching me right there.
Five minutes later, there on her bed in the home of her mentor, Lucy Spell, age 14, experienced the first orgasm of her life. After she shivered through it, Sally removed her fingers from between Lucy's legs and brought them to her mouth. She licked them, looking into Lucy's eyes as she did it. "Ummmm. You taste nice. Did you like it?"
Lucy could hardly speak, her body was still trembling with the sheer thrill of letting another girl touch her in her special spot that way. And the feeling she'd gotten, right there between her legs. Oh! She wanted to feel it again, didn't care about anything except the feeling. She had to have it again.
She lifted her head and kissed her teacher on the mouth, slid her tongue inside, the way Sally had done to her, aggressive now. Sally's tongue met hers and they kissed, long, both moaning with lust. Sally broke away first, panting. After two deep, heaving breaths, she smiled into Lucy's eyes and slid down, kissed her nipple, and bit it, not hard, tugging with her teeth.
She looked up and their eyes met. "What if I did it to you with my mouth?" It was a whisper.
Lucy was astonished. "Can you really do it that way?"
"Wait and see."
A few minutes later Lucy was cumming again. This time she wailed aloud as the full potential of her body's ability to give pleasure was awakened. And Sally was not finished either, she sucked Lucy's clit until she shivered through six more wonderful, throbbing climaxes.
"Careful, that thing is sharp." The next morning Sally was sitting on the vanity in the bathroom, her feet up, legs spread wide. Lucy knelt in front of her, safety razor in hand, ready to begin shaving her pussy hair. Lucy had enjoyed having her own shaved very much. Now it was Sally's turn.
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my arab wife jesmina cheating on me,with my boss alfredHai I am Baher from saudi arabia, living in los angeles iam 31 year old arab muslim guy ,its my real story, working in IT company, my wife is from saudi arabia she is 27 year old her name is jesmina bin, she is beautfull hijab wearing arab muslim girl,we married 3 year before in saudi,she not working ,she is finished college,her father run flower shop in LA ,that’s why we come in LA looking job, we have one k** 2 year old boy, i working in...
The weekend was not what Meredith had hoped for. She thought she would meet Liam at the Rathskeller and have a nice night out. They would have a romantic walk back to campus and she would drive them out to Buxton House. With luck, they would get there after everyone had gone to bed and she would have a chance to slip into the spare room with Liam for a while. Maybe a long while. But then the strikers had pulled her off the street and held her hostage. For a few minutes. Then Liam had burst...
I’e been trying to set thing straight in my mind. Was it me who began the pursuit of Freddy, or the other way around. I’m not quite sure. My wife and I and met another couple Freddy and Althea at a nudist camp. We had campsites close to each other and saw quite a bit of each other (more than most people will actually see of another couple) on weekends. I’m unsure just how it all started, but I do remember seeing Freddy jogging down the path to the showers that were below our campsite. What I...
I met Freddie in the summer of 1980. San Diego was my home town, but I lived in a rural community in the Laguna Mountains, of San Diego County. I was major radio junky, and I always called into to win what ever contest was being promoted at the time. I won movie tickets, shirts, food coupons, albums, and money. But the jewel in my contest crown was Queen’s The Game Tour. The contest consisted of being the correct caller, and answering some trivia questions. The trivia questions were: 1. What is...
It was a regular day for the morbidly obese Jared, all except for the fact that he had received a knock at the door. Jared normally received his disability checks from the vocational department at this time of the month, but he always had to make the arduous journey across the parking lot to get his mail. Maybe they stopped being so lazy, Jared thought. He opened the door looking around only to find a box of chocolates at his feet. Without a second thought the fat man shut the door...
My name is Justin, and I will tell the first part of this story; then my wife will give her perspective on itJustin’s StoryMy wife, Emma, and I were born and raised in the Dallas-Fort Worth area, although we didn’t meet until our junior year in college. I knew from others that she was a wild party girl before we met, and she had a reputation for heavy drinking. I think I had a calming influence on her, even though she still loves to drink beer and whiskey, much more than I do.It was a little...
Cuckold**This story is completely fictional and doesn't depict any real life figure.There's a small town in eastern Colorado by the name of Holyoke. It's a quaint little town with a friendly community. This is where Jared Robinson had lived for all of his 17 years. He had been brought up in a middle-class household where hard work and honesty were regarded highly. He was in his 2nd semester as a Junior in high school when this story begins.It was the middle of May, the hurdles were out and Jared was...
First TimeWelsh March, October 31, 1355 (Julian Calendar): Harry Llewellyn was no baron or merchant. He didn't belong to a guild. He was certainly no knight. He had neither title, nor land of his own, or even freedom. Harry Llewellyn was a serf. He belonged to the land. The land, of course, belonged to King Edward III of England. It didn't matter to anyone outside of Wales that no English lord had any business owning Welsh land and assigning it to English vassals. It didn't matter that the native...
Scott received a strange message from Lachlan by carrier pigeon. Lachlan explained that he was escorting hundreds of Saxons north to assist with Scott's building projects. That was not strange in an of itself, but what was strange was that the majority of the Saxons were not motivated by the former 'prisoners' but rather by a desire to escape marauding Vikings. Closer scrutiny of the dead at the battle in Galloway also showed that it was in fact a strange looking type of Norsemen that...
“Brett, your dick is so hard and throbbing, you want to play with mine, too?” Jared practically begged me. I relented and touched his boner, the electric shock about floored me; I saw stars and erupted all over his hand. “Oh my God, Brett, that was so awesome!” Jared continued stroking my still hard dick sending waves of pleasure rushing through me. His hand was soaked in my sticky cum and he was using it as lubrication. I continued to stroke his cock as he looked me in the eye and...
"Did you bring it?" Kayla asked as she sat back on the bed propped up by a mound of pillows. "Yes, yes!" answered Jared, her step brother who at eighteen was two years older than her. Jared held up the tub of melted chocolate and handed it over. Kayla took it happily from her brothers’ hands and quickly pulled the lid off. Dipping her finger in, Kayla scooped up a good amount and slowly sucked the chocolate from her finger, taking great pleasure out of teasing her brother. Jared watched as...
IncestBy anon y mouse First of all, I should tell you a little about myself. I never in my whole life imagined that I was anything but heterosexual. I was raised in a small town, I was expected to marry, have babies...yadda yadda yadda. Well, of course, I did all that...well mostly. I went to college, became a teacher, married my high school sweetheart, tried to have babies...to no avail. I wasn't fertile so Mr. High school sweetheart left me after 6 years of marriage. In the eyes of my...
On the Friday after the party when I met Parker during a psychology class, Jared slipped me a note. It read something like this: I can see up your skirt when I turn around. And if I can see, the lecturer can see too! I like those panties by the way.I just giggled quietly to myself before I replied, Well, at least he is getting a good show! When Jared opened the note, he laughed and then looked at the lecturer. He was trying to avoid our side of the room completely. Jared laughed again, trying...
Straight Sexby aliveinpr My stories do not necessarily reflect my personal proclivities, desires, wants or fantasies. Please read and enjoy this fictional writing. NOTE: I detest the “N” word, however viewing this story without the use of the “N” word, the story did not show the true prejudice of the wife. Rachael was southern born and raised that black people were inferior to white. Her husband has spent years since their marriage to change her mind. That deep southern bigotry, instilled...
Hi, I'm connereight. I'm relatively new to the writing business like this so these stories will likely be short-ish and not very good as I get better at writing them. As for why I'm really writing this short forward here, you may have noticed this says Chinese Take-Out 3: Redux in the title and may have seen 2: Redux but no 1: Redux. I wrote the first one on xhamster itself and when my previous profile was removed, that story and a couple others went along with it. Rather than...
Audra: A New Life Redux Joanne Foxcourt Author's Note: Shortly after the first version of this story was posted to the Internet, I received some incredibly good advice about what I was doing right and what I was doing wrong. I'm extremely grateful for that strong and detailed critique - enough that I felt it completely necessary to revisit this story and try to make it better. Equally as important, I felt that too much was left dangling after the first attempt was done....
Reddit CelebNSFW, aka r/CelebNSFW! A website like Reddit doesn't need a very long introduction, but you know very well that I'm about to do it, seeing as the porn dude is very fond of kicking his reviews off in such a manner. This page has become well-known for a specific kind of humor and a specific type of things people get turned on by, Naturally, it is quite obvious that Reddit isn't the kind of website to be used as a place to deposit pictures of hot babes and such things, at least not...
Reddit NSFW ListOutside of their private life they were a pretty normal couple. Both very successful; Chelsea, in her thirties is a freelance photographer who is the main source of her husband’s social media followers and Tony, in his forties, being a hot shot freelance professional photographer specializing in unusual natural science work. They had many friends and would go out to dinners with couples and business associates. Madelyn, their 17-year old daughter spends most of her life living with Tony’s...
Graell's Quest - The Rise of Mordred Blink and move. Something as simple as a blink and a move; how long had it been? Frank flexed a bicep. He chuckled, immensely pleased by the sudden renewed simplicity of moving. The laugh echoed, there was something eerily disquieting about the sound of that chuckle, a low and evil, vaguely maniacal undertone, completely missed by Frank, because chuckling was a regained capability too. He was quite pleased by the way it sounded. What else...
Foreword. It is a sad fact of life that many of our teenage children come off the tracks. There are many hypotheses that try to explain how it is our society cannot cater for the younger generation, how it fails them at a fundamental level and leaves them to learn and fend for themselves. We teach our children the usual things, History, Geography, to read and write, numerical skills, but we seem to have forgotten how to teach them social graces and how to behave. But, for a large slice of the...
Reddit GILF, aka r/GILF! Since 2009, this fantastic subreddit has been delivering droves of content for perverts from around the world. If you prefer your love with a geriatric tinge, then you’ve come to the right place, you fucked up maniac. If the smell of old people gives you a boner, well, kill yourself, but first, jerk off to some hot grannies on Reddit’s GILF subreddit. Let’s be serious for a second, shall we? Jerking off to grannies is fucked up shit. Young and taught is where it’s at;...
Reddit NSFW ListForeword.It is a sad fact of life that many of our teenage children come off the tracks. There are many hypotheses that try to explain how it is, our society cannot cater for the younger generation, how it fails them at a fundamental level and leaves them to learn and fend for themselves. We teach our children the usual things, History, Geography, to read and write, numerical skills, but we seem to have forgotten how to teach them social graces and how to behave.But, for a large slice of the...
BDSMIt is a sad fact of life that many of our teenage children come off the tracks. There are many hypotheses that try to explain how it is, our society cannot cater for the younger generation, how it fails them at a fundamental level and leaves them to learn and fend for themselves. We teach our children the usual things, History, Geography, to read and write, numerical skills, but we seem to have forgotten how to teach them social graces and how to behave. But, for a large slice of the...
"What were ye doing?" A stern voice cried, and the woman helped Abigail to her feet. "What were ye up to? Silly lass. Nearly got yourself killed." Abigail swayed slightly as she stood on her feet and the woman parked Abigail on a garden wall. "I'm fine," Abigail muttered, but the woman told her to stay there while she parked the car out of the middle of the road, and then escorted the teenage girl some stairs for a "cup of tea." Abigail's foot hurt, and her ankle was sore. She...
Back in 1971 I,d only recently emigrated to England and was still settling in. Most of the jobs I tried weren,t very satisfying or even helped pay our bills, but I was trying hard. Wife Sarah was a very sexy a****l, but we couldn,t afford babies so it was the pill and worrying that at times she,d forget to,take it so late periods could be worrying. When she was really sexy she,d put on the tightest minidress she possessed with no bra(she has magnificent 40D cup boobs) and crotchless fishnet...
ABIGAIL MAKING PEOPLE HAPPY On Wednesday afternoon at the private school, Abigail could be found in the gymnasium with the three physical education teachers. Lori Johnson, Bart Wilson and Gary Thornton were naked and coupled together on an exercise mat. Gary had his stiff dick buried in Abigail’s incredible sexy student as Lori munched on the teen’s tasty pussy. Bart with his cock in Abigail’s mouth waited patiently for his turn at her marvelous ass. Abigail was on all fours with Lori beneath...
Suckered Julius, Brad and Sam had been friends since early childhood. They went all the way through school together and when they graduated, they decided to attend the same college and share an apartment. They are good looking young men, active in the dating scene on campus. In fact, they tend to compete with each other for women, keeping a secret list of their conquests. They are really pretty shallow and Julius is the most self- centered of the three. So on one particular weekend,...
This is my first try… Leave comments to what you think could be improved! * * * It was six oclock on Friday night when Abigail began to make her way down the street towards the OLachlan house. She grumbled under her breath. There were plenty of things that she would rather be doing on a Friday night that didnt involve babysitting two teenage brats. Her mother had pressured her into babysitting the OLachlans kids, though Abigail didnt see why they needed babysitting. The oldest, Jacob, was...
Copyright©2006 MWTB Amy Jameson was snared. Amy was a nurse, and one of her duties was to inventory the medical supply cabinet every Tuesday and Friday. Amy had been doing her job, when she reached deep into a drawer to try and pull back a small box that had fallen there. When she had the box firmly in hand, she discovered that her shirt had been snared by a sharp corner of the cabinet. Amy tried pulling herself lose, however she stopped when she felt the fabric pulling. Amy was in a bit...
Copyright Otto26, 2007 * The dungeon corridors had very low ceilings, such that Abigail was forced to bow her head. The torch of the guard in front of her danced in the puddled water on the rough-hewn stone floor and left thick ropes of smoke that quickly blended into the darkness. Even in the relative warmth of the Hungarian spring the tunnels were cold and the sound of coughing echoed through them. Abigail pressed a handkerchief over her mouth and nose and shivered for a moment within her...
I have received several emails asking if I am a hypnotist. Yes, I am. My stories are based on facts (and fantasy) but are not actual occurrences. Everything depicted is possible. Questions or comments are welcome. * * * * * I had just finished a partnership meeting when Jeff came up to me. ‘Mike, you are a hypnotist, right?’ He was towering over me as he said that. I am tall, but Jeff is gigantic. He is a six foot eight, former basketball player. He was also a terrific salesman. Jeff has been...
I have received several emails asking if I am a hypnotist. Yes, I am. My stories are based on facts (and fantasy) but are not actual occurrences. Everything depicted is possible. Questions or comments welcome. * * * * * Jeff was very content for about two weeks. I was finishing a sales meeting when Jeff, looking puzzled, said to me: ”Would you talk to Abigail. She has been acting strange lately and I think it has something to do with the hypnosis thing.” “How has she been acting strange?” ...
Abigail Slaughter was a woman of passion. Many of Abigail’s co-workers thought she was temperamental, the more charitable amongst them said, fiery, those that had disliked her from the get go said psychotic. None of these people had ever noticed that Abigail’s signature on any and all documentation carried an apostrophe after her given name and, that she never left a space between that and her family name. Most of Abigail’s friends would not have been surprised at this open secret, because they...
Moira opened the door and walked over to a table clicking her fingers and calling for her sister. Abigail scowled as she came over. "What d'ya want?" "Ah ya cannae talk tae customers like t'at?" Moira shouted, and Abigail glanced over towards Pauline. "Ah'll have a pot of tea and a slice of cake. Abigail picked up her pad and walked over to the till, ringing through the cost and printing out the receipt. Pauline snapped at her for talking to Moira like she did and Abigail poured hot...
"Come on," Lisa pleaded and Alistair shook his head. "OK we'll be good to ya, won't we Abigail? Abigail wanna say sorry." The flamboyant teenage girl nodded, and Lisa begged the teenage boy to join them, but he shook his head. "I cannae leave the shop. Not 'til my Dad gets back." "We're wasting our time," Abigail moaned. "And I wanted to help." He winced as Abigail spoke and he wiped his eyes. "I wanna but ah can't." Abigail pursed her lips and rolled her eyes....
Abigail cried as she fell backwards off of the wall but landed in the soft arms of her ex-boyfriend. He stared up at her and cackled gently. "Caught ya." "What d'ya want?" He put his hands underneath her legs and pulled them over the low wall and then righted her. "Ya bloody frightened me." "To share this," he told her and pulled out a small baker's bag from his pocket. She rolled her eyes, and he put his hand in hers. "And a walk." She sighed, and he sniffed. "Ya promised...