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I met James Dennis at a nearby café and, after coffee and doughnuts; we walked two blocks to the train station and waited for the train to arrive.

I should take a moment to describe Mr. James Dennis to the reader. He was a tall, well-favored young man, dressed to the nines in tight-fitting dark brown slacks which were pegged at the cuffs in the current fashion favored by the under twenty-five set. He topped them off with an expensive camel's-haired sport jacket. He could easily have passed for a male model in a cigarette ad found in popular magazines or billboards along the highway.

While not a homely man myself, I wore a casual pair of corduroy slacks, along with a tweed sports jacket that had seen better days.

Dennis had purchased first class tickets which caught me off-guard. I hadn't thought of him as a big spender, but here he was picking up the tab, not only for the train ride to New York City, but for World Series tickets, which as one might expect, are very difficult to come by any year. But this year with an inter-city rivalry between the Yankees and Dodgers obtaining tickets was almost impossible. Yet he was non-plussed about the whole thing, even though he had yet to come into possession of the ducats.

"I have some influential pals," he said and left it at that.

Moments later we boarded the train and were led into the first class compartment, where we found that we were the only passengers.

Dennis queried the conductor and learned that we would be the only ones in the car until Trenton, and even then there was the possibility we would remain the only ones in the car. This was unheard of in my traveling experiences, but then most of that had been just prior and after the war when traveling by car was difficult since gasoline was rationed.

Just about a minute before the train pulled out, I saw two women scurrying along the platform, trying to board the train. I presumed they were mother and daughter because of the disparity in their respective ages. The younger woman was striking in her beauty and I couldn't keep my eyes off her.

To my surprise, only the younger one boarded the train; this I knew for a fact, for the train began to move and the older woman ran a few steps after the train waving to the younger woman. When I turned to mention it to Dennis, I found that he'd not only seen them, but had left the compartment to seek out the woman.

I was astonished when Dennis opened the door to our compartment with the young woman in tow, prattling on about how we would welcome her company and it was not at all unbecoming for her to join us.

Ushering her into the seat facing us, he presented me to her first and then introduced himself. "James Dennis, at your service, Madam, you may recognize my voice as I am heard on the radio twice weekly announcing the Pall Mall Hour on WQAN out of Scranton."

"Well ... yes, I believe I have heard you, Mr. Dennis, and I'm very pleased to make your acquaintance Mr. Shannon. Oh, but let me introduce myself. I'm Beatrice Stringfellow. Um, that's Miss Stringfellow," she said, and then appeared stricken with shyness as she sat back in her seat and stared at the floor.

"You may want some reassurance that we've not kidnapped you by whisking you out of the common compartment to join us in first class, but I want to assure you, Miss Stringfellow that we have only the purest of motives in doing so."

I chimed in with, "They may appear to be selfish motives, Miss Stringfellow, but I do believe that while Mr. Dennis has acted on impulse, his intentions are honorable."

"Of course my motives are selfish, Miss Stringfellow. I couldn't bear to share your company ... your beauty with the common ilk that sits in the passenger car beyond that door."

Dennis continued along this avenue, with lie following lie and if I were asked to support just one word of his I couldn't venture to say how I would answer as I considered it all drivel. I had to ask myself if he had been plying me with more of the same in talking me into joining him on the foray into the city.

It seemed evident that Miss Stringfellow saw through his charade too, for after a while she said: "I ... I ... really should go back to the general seating. The conductor..."

"The conductor will say nothing to you, Madam," Dennis said smoothly. "It's all taken care of. Consider yourself our guest. Why you're far too pretty to be sitting amongst the rabble."

"Oh they're not rabble, Mr. Dennis, not at all."

"I know, I know," Dennis replied, his oily tongue gliding over her protests with an ease that amazed me. "But we certainly welcome your company, and find the cost of a first class ticket a bargain if it allows us to enjoy your presence for the trip to New York City. You are headed to the city, are you not?"

"Um, yes I am, Mr. Dennis."

"Wonderful! We shall lunch together, then.

And as fate would have it, the conductor made an appearance, Dennis made a show of paying for Miss Stringfellow's first class ticket and gave the man another bill or two to secure lunch for the three of us.

Twenty minutes later we were eating Cobb Salad and drinking a very good white wine. Miss Stringfellow no longer made any protest about moving back among the rabble, as Dennis succinctly phased it, and appeared eager to share her life story with us.

It seemed she was going to visit her sister, who resided in the Bronx. Her sister's name was Lizbeth, and her husband was stationed in Germany and this opened a new stream of conversation dominated by Dennis.

For the record, having defeated Hitler, we occupied Germany, sort of. Actually, the victorious Allies split Germany into four parts: The British got the West, the French got the highly industrialized Ruhr Valley, The Russians got the East and the US got the South, principally Bavaria. Goals for the occupation were varied: those who had been conquered by the Nazis wanted an impotent agrarian Germany; the United States wanted a neutral self-governing democratic version of the dynamic industrialized Germany before the Nazis. Each of the occupying powers was territorial and for the time being each of the four sectors or "zones" was almost a separate country. The only "universal" in the Germany of 1947 was that the American cigarette was accepted everywhere in lieu of currency.

American goals were to de-Nazify and rebuild the country, which we certainly were striving to do, despite the resistance by the Russians every step of the way.

Miss Stringfellow's brother-in-law was a sergeant in the United States Army and had written his wife about the obstructionist policies adopted by the Russians in the Eastern Zone.

Dennis offered his opinion on the matter, and I had to wonder how he had become so well informed. "We'll be at war with the Ruskies before long," he said, startling Miss Stringfellow and myself.

Being a journalist, and having kept abreast of the world situation, I was quick to challenge him. "My God, Dennis, how could you say such a thing? You've caused Miss Stringfellow unnecessary alarm with this preposterous statement."

A bemused expression crossed Dennis' face, but he was quick in his reply, "Unnecessary alarm? I doubt that. We have every reason to mistrust the Reds. We shouldn't underestimate them either. Their goal is fairly obvious. At least it should be to our military men, and of course Harry Truman's seen Stalin's mind work up close."

Miss Stringfellow was nervously nibbling on a corner of her dainty hanky as I objected again. "Where are you getting this ... this drivel, Dennis? I haven't seen anything in the press, or heard Winchell utter a word about it."

"What I'm getting at is the obvious differences we already face with the Ruskies: Currency, German Unification, Soviet War reparations, and mere ideology are among the many differences the two sides have. Of course I'm lumping France and Great Britain in with us. The Russians won't compromise on anything. That, my friend, has been reported in the press and on Winchell's show. They really want us all out of Berlin. They see it as the key to taking control of all of Germany."

His reply left both Miss Stringfellow and me speechless. Seemingly satisfied with himself, Dennis settled back in his seat and lit up a cigarette.

Miss Stringfellow appeared flushed and began to squirm in her chair. Dennis noticed it immediately and said, "But now, you must be exhausted, let me show you where the powder room is. You can freshen up there, my Dear."

"Oh, there's no need, Mr. Dennis," Miss Stringfellow murmured as she peeked out shyly through her lashes at both of us.

"But I insist. Even though the powder room is at the end of the compartment any number of things might befall you if I didn't provide you with assistance."

Miss Stringfellow blushed under his effusive words of gallantry and stood up awaiting his "assistance" in walking the aisle to the powder room some thirty-five feet from where we were sitting.

Dennis shot me a grin that told me many things. Foremost was his mentioning that we might get laid in New York. I suddenly recalled Miss Stringfellow's deliciously innocent eyes, luscious lips, and pure complexion. And as I watched her lithe body traverse the short distance to the powder room on Dennis' arm definite scenarios ran through my mind. But the moment Dennis disappeared in the powder room on her heels; I was up and moving to the powder room myself with a secret smile on my face.

When I opened the door to the powder room, Miss Stringfellow was standing and Dennis was already seated and patting the seat next to him. He saw me enter, but did not acknowledge me.

Miss Stringfellow fussed with her dress and then sat demurely next to him on the settee and fiddled nervously with her white gloves.

Finally, having run out of things to fiddle with, she looked sideways at Dennis, I believe she also saw me standing there, but she didn't acknowledge me either.

"May I call you Beatrice, Miss Stringfellow?" Dennis inquired.

"I suppose you may," she replied.

"I would appreciate it if you would then call me by my first name, James," he said.

"James ... yes, I suppose I could."

They conversed quietly for a few moments, while I puzzled as to why neither of them had deemed to recognize my presence in the room with them.

I heard Dennis say, "So, Beatrice, did you leave a boyfriend, or a special friend back home?"

Beatrice blushed and shook her head, "Oh, no, after my sister got married so young, my mother wouldn't permit me to see anyone, anyone at all."

It occurred to me that Dennis had begun a seduction and was determining how best to approach the extent of Beatrice's sexual experience.

I studied her as he asked his next question.

"I can't believe ... you've no boyfriends, as beautiful as you are?"

"I don't ... no, no ... no boyfriends," she stammered.

"Well perhaps there was a boy who lived nearby that you had a crush on ... someone who caused butterflies in your nether regions, perhaps?"

"Mr. Dennis! I don't appreciate your taking that tone with me."

"It's a simple, honest question, Beatrice. Everyone meets someone who causes such feelings ... down there," he added, pointing at her crotch to emphasize his point.

She responded weakly."Oh, no, no ... nothing like that." Her voice trailed off. Dennis, sensing something, pressed her a little more.

"Surely, my dear, there was some boy that caught your eye? After all, a girl as pretty as you, I'm sure many boys flirted with you." He smiled a cat's smile at Beatrice.

Beatrice didn't understand why Dennis was being so persistent, but a childhood memory had surfaced at his question. "Well, actually..." she stopped for a moment, started to mumble an excuse then jumped up from the settee just as the train hit a curve and caused her to stumble toward the sink just outside the commode. She had no idea that I was also in the room with them, and barreled into me. I managed to catch her before she plunged face first into the large oval mirror behind the sink.

Beatrice looked up at me, stunned. My yes followed hers and saw that I was clutching her right breast with one hand and her derriere with the other.

I was terribly embarrassed and began an apology, but Dennis cut me off, and took her into his arms in more of a hug than an embrace, cooing soft words into her ear. The next thing I knew the three of us were seated on the settee with Beatrice between us. And she began talking as if nothing had happened.

"Well, there was my piano teacher, he was so nice and kind to me, and I think maybe I had a little crush on him." Beatrice admitted finally. Dennis put an arm around her shoulder and winked at me.

"See my dear, that wasn't so difficult, was it?"

Beatrice was still too stunned by what was happening to her to react. Dennis took her hand in his free hand, and said soothingly, "Don't be so bashful, Beatrice, having a crush is perfectly normal. Why, if you didn't have crushes, you'd be abnormal. Everyone has them, it's what you do about them that matters."

His eyes gleamed at Beatrice mischievously, inviting her to laugh along. A moment later they were giggling together. Suddenly, Beatrice turned a delicate shade of rose and announced that she really must allow us to excuse her.

"Whatever for, my dear?" Dennis asked softly, leaving no choice to reveal her reasons to us.

"Um, nature," she said. Then standing up, added, "Nature calls."

"I didn't hear anything," Dennis said, causing me to guffaw and Beatrice to giggle inanely.

"Mr. Dennis, you don't understand, I came into the powder room to ... to take care of business. I didn't expect both you gentlemen to accompany me. Now if you'll please excuse me,"

"Oh, you have to pee," Dennis said, and you could have heard a pin drop.

Beatrice's rosy cheeks brightened into a deep red as she nodded her head and held up a fluttering hand. "Yes."

"Right there, then," he said and shooed her into the stall and actually closed the door before she could.

"Lock it please," he said, taking charge before she summoned up the courage to request we leave the room entirely.

I had never witnessed anything like it. In fact, I was speechless, and remained so another minute. There was the swish of rustling clothing followed by the unmistakable sound of a woman urinating into the water below her hind quarters. Beatrice definitely had to go. Her stream of piss went on unabated for a full sixty seconds, possibly longer. I was beyond counting.

Suddenly, we heard her bleat out, "For heaven's sake, there's no toilet paper in here!"

I pulled a handkerchief from my breast pocket and held it over the partition. "Please, make use of this anyway you see fit."

She plucked it from my hand and I heard a muffled, "Thank you, Mr. Shannon, I appreciate your generosity in my time of need."

"You're welcome, I'm sure," I replied and glanced at Dennis who was trying not to laugh. The toilet flushed and a moment later, Beatrice reappeared, went to the sink, washed her tiny hands and came back to the settee and sat between us again as if nothing unusual had just happened.

Dennis reached into his hip pocket and produced a flask. He opened it with a flick of the wrist and tendered it to Beatrice. "I think we should celebrate our good fortune in meeting one another," he said. "It's really remarkable when you think about it."

To me his words were almost meaningless, but to Beatrice it was as if he'd thrown her a lifeline when she was sinking into the ocean's depths.

Beatrice wasn't even paying attention as she gulped down the finger of brandy. She spluttered as it burned a hole down her throat. "There, there," Dennis patted her back, even reaching around to gently rub her tummy, as though he could take away the sting of the potent alcohol. With a gasp, Beatrice jerked away a little bit, but his hands caged her in.

"It's alright, Beatrice, we're not going to hurt you. You're perfectly safe with us. Rest assured no one will come bursting in on us." That said, he gave me a warning glance that told me to remain quiet for the time being, and I did. But my cock had begun to stir at the possibilities before us.

I must admit that not once during this episode did I ever think of Belva. I am ashamed of that to this day, but I would still have been a willing participant to what followed regardless of my feelings for Belva.

Beatrice turned big, liquid eyes up to him. "Oh, Mr. Dennis ... it's very improper for you to..." For a second I wondered why Beatrice had stopped in mid-sentence then I saw my partner's hands sweeping in widening circles on her back and tummy.

"Now, now," he repeated soothingly, as though his actions were completely normal. "Lean back just a little, my dear, the brandy may have been a little much for you."

I realized that he had mesmerized her to some extent, for his hands kept sweeping in such broad circles that the edge of his palm had just brushed the underside of her breasts. At the same time, the hand on her back swept down to her lower back in counterpoint. Beatrice arched her back slightly in automatic response to the drugging pleasure of his warm hands. She could feel the heat of the massage even through the layers of clothing she wore.

I saw her lick her lips in the same manner as Belva had when I got her aroused, and I understood that Beatrice, unbidden by either of us, was entertaining the most wanton of thoughts.

I couldn't believe my ears when Dennis whispered, "In concert, Roy, in concert," and began a light massaging of Beatrice's left breast. She didn't jerk away, and I adhered to Dennis' instruction and reached over and began to massage her right breast.

I felt her heart flutter and realized it was racing much faster than one's heart does normally. Although encased in a fairly stiff brassiere, my thumb felt her nipple rising up to meet my caress.

Denis was whispering in her ear and I heard every word. "Beatrice, my dear, what's causing your nipples to press so hard against my fingers?"

I should point out that both Dennis and I had our palms pressed against her delicious mounds while our fingers mischievously squeezed her nipples ever so lightly. The combined surge of sensation caused her to arch her back, and wrung a whimpering sigh from her luscious bee-stung lips. "Ohhh ... we shouldn't..."

But that was all the resistance she put forth as we continued to ply her nipples in tandem.

"Beatrice, look at me," he said sternly, and as if expecting some form of punishment, Beatrice obediently opened heavy eyes to look at him. I realized then that the young woman seated between us had a penchant for submission, and that both Dennis and I would have her before the train reached Pennsylvania Station if we wished.

Dennis slowly unbuttoned her dress. There was no protest whatsoever from Beatrice. And when the dress was half open her brasserie and the tops of her swelling breasts were exposed to both of us, Dennis said, "Lift one out, Roy, I'll get the other."

I did just that, scooping a pale globe from its lacey shelter into the slightly cooler air of the room while Dennis did the same with her other breast while the brasserie remained in place. Beatrice's head lolled backward and fell over my left arm, while Dennis continued to support her back to some extent. "We shouldn't," she protested weakly.

"And why not?" I said a beat later, not having heard Dennis respond for the first time.

"It's so naughty, I've never..." Beatrice said after a short silence, and then belied her protest with a groan of pleasure from Dennis lifting her breast to his lips and giving suck to her turgid nipple.

It took a full three seconds for it to register on me then I too swooped in and began suckling the other breast while Beatrice squirmed and whimpered on the settee.

I'm sure it was more reflexive than anything else, but my hand found Beatrice's leg and began traversing its way north over her nylons only to encounter Dennis' hand as I neared her crotch.

"OH – OH – OH!" Beatrice exclaimed in a shuddering moan.

Releasing her nipple with a soft sucking pop, Dennis whispered, "Just wait until I stroke your clit, my dear Beatrice."

"My what?" she said so softly that I had to strain to hear although scant inches from her mouth.

My fingers had already crawled over a garter, brushed against her girdle, and were at the apex of her crotch, and I detected both a strange aroma and wetness emanating from the gusset of her underwear.

"Your clit, Beatrice, every woman has one," Dennis was saying. "One might say it is the key to all pleasure.

"OHHH, WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?"

"Lean back a bit for me. That's the girl," Dennis cooed seductively while easing her down on the settee. I had already dropped to one knee in order to maintain my place at her dampened crotch.

"That's it," he continued, "spread your legs a bit more."

Beatrice was shaking so badly at this point that I feared she might go into a convulsive state. "Is she..." I started to say, when Dennis interrupted me. "She's fine, Roy, continue with what you're doing."

I was amazed at the lack of resistance on her part, and then it occurred to me that Dennis had probably determined that poor Beatrice was ripe for plucking.

I was amazed that she hadn't called a halt yet. Most of the young ladies of virtue put up at least a token resistance. She must be absolutely ripe for plucking, I thought, and chuckled nervously.

Dennis slowly drew her dress upward. "Beatrice, my dear, hold this for me, please." The seemingly sluggish girl grasped the material in her hand obediently.

"That's a good girl."

Both Dennis and I maneuvered her legs further apart. I could see her pink undies quite clearly, and the center point covering her thickly bushed cunt was quite wet with her excitement.

Keep your eyes closed, Beatrice, my sweet. You'll really appreciate what comes next, I promise you," Dennis crooned into her ear.

Then, before I could react, Dennis' hand brushed mine aside and burrowed under her pink undies to the secret place Beatrice normally touched only when bathing.

Her body jerked convulsively as his hand reached her nether lips. I watched as his hand moved about under the gossamer material covering her cunt. Smiling wolfishly, Dennis withdrew his hand and displayed his wet fingers to me.

His fingers quickly returned to her sex and Beatrice groaned as her hips involuntarily jerked upward.

"Ah, yes, Beatrice. Let me pleasure you," he whispered as her thrusting continued unabated.

I believe she started to scream, but anticipating it, Dennis covered her mouth with his free hand. "No, no, don't scream, try to be quiet. We don't want the conductor joining us, do we now?"

Beatrice moaned softly in acceptance, and he croaked, "Good, that's a good girl. Now open wider for us."

He pushed the loose, drenched material into her slit. "Does that feel good? I think that it does, Beatrice. I can feel you dripping all over my fingers."

Beatrice moaned and I glanced at her breasts, her nipples stood out about a half inch signaling her intense pleasure at our ministrations to her bodies sexual parts.

"Finger her, Roy," Dennis said, and I did, sinking first one digit into her marshmallowy soft folds and then managing a second until I met resistance, probably from her hymen.

Dennis' hand crossed mine as he sought out the tiny nubbin that is known as the clitoris and gently rubbed over it time and time again while the young thing moaned repeatedly.

"I'm touching your clit, Beatrice. The proper name for it is clitoris, it's just a tiny thing really, but super sensitive, don't you agree?"

"Ohhhh!" she moaned.

"That's it," he said, urging her on, "move your hips. Do you like me touching you there? And how about where Roy is fingering you?"

She muttered something unintelligible.

"Cum for us, Beatrice," Dennis said with a rising urgency. "I know you're close. Can you cum for us?"

As I dug into her slippery folds my balls were roiling with the need to ejaculate, and I had to assume Dennis was similarly affected.

Suddenly, Beatrice's breath stopped, her hips arched up off the settee, and she came with small spurts of love juice ejaculating over my fingers and palm as she stared unseeingly at the ceiling.

Dennis held his hand still, waiting for the muscle spasms to stop, feeling the tiny bump of her clit throbbing madly as her sexual apparatus boiled over. I wondered if he would attempt having her accept both our rampant cocks, one by mouth, one by cunt, but perhaps he wanted to take those orifices in a more salubrious surrounding. Then again, perhaps he felt he had pushed her far enough for one day.

While I wasted time wondering about what we would do next, Dennis covered her mouth with his, tonguing her mercilessly while sending his index finger into the hot little cunt I had just left off of.

Then I caught another movement on his part. He was inserting a drenched finger into her anus!

"OH, MY!" Beatrice gasped, as she came out of her climactic stupor. He kissed her again and she quit any attempt at struggling against the constant pressure he was bringing to bear against the entrance to her rectum.

I watched his finger slowly forcing its way into her virginal ass, I heard Beatrice moan her pleasure into his mouth. Unable to resist participating any longer, I lifted her breast to my mouth and nibbled at each of her turgid nipples in turn.

Her moans grew louder.

I couldn't resist seeing how he was faring with his anal attack and glanced down; saw his long finger being swallowed to the first knuckle. I could clearly see the mouth of her anus sucking wildly at the invasive finger.

Unable to stop myself, I hurriedly unbuttoned my trousers and freed my throbbing cock from its confinement.

"You've done very well Beatrice, I had no idea you were so naughty," Dennis said, praising her; keeping his finger in place, but not venturing any further.

Beatrice opened passion-glazed green eyes and stared at him, not really seeing him, her lips slick from his kisses, cheeks flushed. I saw his cock kick against his trousers, demanding attention. Dennis ignored it for the moment.

"You ... you ... the finger..." she moaned weakly. "Yes, Beatrice, my finger is in your bottom. Can you feel how your rosebud is suckling on it? I think you like this, don't you, girl? Hmm?" Dennis watched the impact of his words.

Beatrice's eyes fluttered closed then opened. "Hmmm..." she agreed without actually saying yes.

At this point, Dennis made a decision and removed his finger from her asshole. Beatrice flinched at its loss, but would have blushed fifteen shades of red had she seen him raise the two fingers of his right hand to his mouth and smell them deeply, then slide them slowly, sensuously into his mouth and suck them clean of all her fluids.

I released her breast with one last caress, and after tugging her dress down to its normal level, helped Dennis smooth it out. We helped Beatrice to her feet, and took turns kissing her for several lovely minutes.

She was still somewhat in a daze, and didn't notice me shove my erection back into my trousers. She did take notice of us both standing before her with our dicks thrusting out so forcibly that it must have tested the strength of the trousers material.

."Beatrice?" Dennis cooed seductively, "Do you hear me?"

"Huh? Oh ... yes, I hear you, Mr. Dennis."

"Can you imagine, after all that, you're still a virgin. Isn't that nice?"

"Yes, it is," she replied, although she seemed somewhat disconcerted. Turning to face us, she said, "Mr. Dennis, Mr. Shannon. I'm still intact then?"

"Oh, yes," I said agreeably. While Dennis nodded his head.

Beatrice glanced down at our erections. "Does it hurt to be so stiff down there?"

"A little," Dennis said, but don't fret about it. We'll be fine in a short time. Now, Beatrice, why don't you splash a little cold water on your face?"

And while she splashed some water on her face, Dennis unlocked the door to the powder room and ushered me out, quickly following.

"We'll have her yet, Roy, oh yes, we'll leave her hymen ruptured nine ways from Sunday."

"But we've got the Series game," I said lamely.

""There's life after the game, my good man, and she has a sister."

The train pulled into Pennsylvania Station on time and Beatrice excitedly waved at what I presumed to be her sister through the large window separating her from the platform.

"That's Lizbeth," she fairly shouted excitedly, "My sister!"

Lizbeth was every bit as attractive at Beatrice, only she appeared to be with child.

Dennis picked up on it too, saying, "How far along is she?"

"Almost five months, now. Isn't she pretty?"

Dennis laughed and said, "She is indeed, one can hardly tell she's that far along."

The train came to a stop, and Dennis and I led Beatrice solicitously down the steps of the Pullman car, keeping one hand under each of her elbows. Lizbeth hurried along the platform toward her sister, concern written all over her attractive face at seeing us escorting her younger sibling.

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I wake in your embrace; my head on your chest feels the soft rise and fall of your breath and I smile as I contemplate the night's events. My body from its unusual work out feels pleasantly tired yet glowing and I think it is time for a quick shower to freshen up. Carefully slipping from your arms, I smile at your tousled hair and solid sleeping. In the mirror my well-kissed lips and pink skin where your 5 o'clock shadow had rubbed a bit stands out with my pale skin... but I cherish every...

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It was October of 1987. Kelly and I lived in an area with a strong German heritage. There was a German social/sporting club a few small towns away that held a series of Octoberfest dances each year. They ran every other Saturday culminating in a big party on Halloween weekend, which that year was actually on Saturday.The fact that we were all taught the polka, schottische, and waltz in high school gym class tells you all you need to know about the heritage thing. Kelly and I enjoyed dancing and...

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You never expect your relationship to dwindle into a sexless mess or, as my boyfriend calls it an "open relationship". Which mostly means he gets to screw whatever new bimbo he thinks is hot. But I agreed to it, for God only knows what reason and now if I put my foot down I come off as the bitch. So I guess, this is how my relationship is. I sighed and shut my laptop. A cute girl caught my eye, and for just a second I thought I might actually have the confidence to talk to her. But just as I...

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The Mirror on the Ceiling

“Dude, what are you looking at?” she asked.I was flat on my back, and she was standing over me, looking down at me. I could very easily see straight up shorts to her shaved kitty. She was the personal trainer my wife and I had hired to come to our house and help us learn a new exercise regimen, so we could shed a few pounds before taking off on vacation to Puerto Vallarta.I tried to pretend I was not really the pervert I really was. My wife was just outside the front door, working on lunges.I...

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Play It Again SamChapter 6 A franc for your thoughts

It took a little under an hour before I saw them driving up, but it was a beautiful sunny day, with only a slight breeze so I didn't mind the wait. And I think I needed that time just to run my plan through my mind again, to get clarity on it. They must have spotted me sitting at the bus stop because the Mercedes, with Kim driving and Jen seated in the passenger seat pulled up and stopped directly in front of me. Jen opened the car door and then after stepping out she pushed the seat back...

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Second Time Through Book IIChapter 16 Flight 706

Sunday, June 6, 1971 The gray light of dawn filtered through the windows that I had forgotten to pull the drapes on last night. I fumbled for my watch on the nightstand beside me, groaning as I saw the time. "This is crazy!" I thought as I made my way to the bathroom. It seemed as if I had just gone to sleep a few minutes ago. "You can't be up this early!" I told myself unconvincingly. But I knew better. I was still worried. And when I was worried, I just couldn't go back to sleep...

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Darkness was their best friend. They weren’t abundant enough in numbers to make a move in the light of day. They had to wait for darkness to cover their attacks. Screaming out to a God, they shoot blindly into the night. Just like that I’m hit. Once. Twice. Three times. One pierces my protective gear and lodges into my chest. I fall to the floor and bleed. I can do nothing else. With the familiar sound of fire I hope that my friends aren’t getting hit as well. They say I laid on the floor...

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Christina and I had been dating for nearly two years. Within six months into our relationship, I confessed that I enjoyed dressing in women's clothing. She'd been more than accepting and encouraged me to indulge in this. She'd bought me bras, made me wear panties, painted my nails, and given me make overs. Seeing how horny it would make me turned her on even more so.I knew Christina was bi and so I felt my cross dressing probably helped to indulge her love for all things feminine.One day...

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The Neighbor Across The Courtyard Chapter 1

As with all my stories all participants are of age and are openly and willingly dissipating in this storyline. The Neighbor Across The Courtyard Chapter 1.** She moved into the complex three months ago. I met her when her apartment was broken into.We hit it off and talked often for six months. In those six months, she began to reveal more and more about what she is looking for. One evening last week. She revealed she was a slave. She showed him her tattoo that he seen before but never asked...

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Seven Years

“Damn. I want to fuck your wife, dude.” Jason had a tendency to always say exactly what was on his mind. He was staring into the living room where Deb was talking with some of our other guests. I just smiled, shook my head and continued to deal another hand of euchre. Today was our 7th anniversary, and to celebrate we invited over several of our closest friends, before taking the weekend at a swank hotel; just the two of us. I imagined two days of romance and sex-filled nights. It’s good to...

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I had just turned 14 and entered high school as a freshman. We lived in upstate New York at the time. I had lived in several places, but this was the most rural. It was nearly an hour-long bus ride each way every school day from my house to school and back, but I didn’t mind. I just watched out the window daydreaming most of the time. It was late spring, nearly the end of school, actually. I had never noticed the two. That is, the two girls. They were, I guess, sophomores, or maybe even...

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Anne And Mary Book IIChapter 15 Vacation

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BBW Wife Sharing

She was his age 45 and very fat, her round face was pretty but her body was just enormous. As I said he was macho and liked his wife to dress sexy but on her it looked comical. When I arrived for dinner the first night she was dressed in a lycra cotton dress that only barely reached below her wide ass and clung to every bump and curve on her body. I didn’t know where to look. It was as if she were naked, her breasts swelling out on top of her bellies like two footballs and her nipples poking...

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My Student Father Fucked Me Like A Machine

Hi friends; my name is Nadia. I’m studying my B.Sc 1st year. I am 24 years old. I have been reading iss stories for several years and thought about sharing one of my stories. This is my latest incident as this took place in last month and this is the best ever. I’m here to share the story with u. First about me; I’m from an upper class family. I’m 5`4“ tall. My figure measures 34d 26 36. Although I m from a upper class family my dad never gave me enough money to spend (waste) but I love to roam...

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A Birthday Gift From My Wife Pt 2

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he loves to taste a smooth pussy

"hollywood please, I don't want any hair down there at all!" he loves to taste a completely smooth pussy. Its been a longtime since I had sex. He had asked me out to dinner and I am not leaving anything to chance. We had been text flirting and he has told me something about what he likes to do and what turns him on..I'm wearing my red high heels- makes my legs look endless, a slightly see through short frilly caramel dress -blends in almost disappearing, with my skin. I curled my long black...

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Hello all story Lover friends I am raju 26 years of age, slim built, fair colour, avg height indian guy. You might have read my earlier stories some of readers also appreciated my efforts. Some of my stories are very popular at ISS and regular ISS readers must have read those stories. This story starts my last trip to GOA with my friend Sanjay, now I start my story in Hinglish. To dosto ye last winter ke time ki baat hei mein aur mera dost Sanjay Delhi se Goa ghoomne ke liye gaye. Doston mein...

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I have a confession to make I have a confession to make. I am a male, and I like to dress in woman clothing. I started cross-dressing when I was a teenager. My father had a garage office. My father's office, it was off-limits. As any teenager, I was curious about my father's office, so one day, I sneaked in order to look around. I open one of the desk drawers and found a stack of magazines. The cover shown a skimpy clad woman. The name of the magazine was in Playboy. When I opened the...

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Cents and NickelChapter 13

The rest of the morning passed quickly and pleasantly. When the time came for her shift, we arranged to meet for supper and she left. Her schedule for Saturday and Sunday were also late shifts with Monday off. I called the Ingram home just before leaving to meet Dollars for supper. Missus Ingram answered. I said, "Good evening, Missus Ingram, may I speak to your husband?" "Yes, Sir. Who may I say is calling?" "Abe Easton, Ma'am." "Abe, is everything okay?" "Yes, Ma'am." "I...

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What’s at Stake over at Stake.com? It’s a little different from the type of joints I typically review here at ThePornDude because usually, the wager is just on how hard you’re eventually going to cum into your old trusty, crusty gym sock. Here, you can bet and win real money instead of just hoping your orgasms are good. Some folks even say that gambling is just as much fun as masturbation and a lot nicer than fucking your fat wife, but it doesn’t take a genius to notice that not all online...

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Private Marilyn Sugar The Student And The Teacher

Marilyn Sugar is looking for inspiration for her new novel in Private Specials, Urban, Sexy And Anal Loving, she’s at the park in search of some new creative ideas, but what she’s about to find, is a sexy surprise. No creativity or imagination needed here, Marilyn has run into her old literature teacher, Lutro, and this is one sexual fantasy that’s about to come true! Watch this sexy chapter unfold on www.private.com as this horny teen keeps her glasses on for a sloppy blowjob before spreading...

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Jokes and GigglesChapter 501

These are compliments of the magician 1. Now that food has replaced sex in my life, I can't even get into my own pants. 2. Marriage changes passion. Suddenly you're in bed with a relative. 3. I saw a woman wearing a sweat shirt with "Guess" on it, I said "Implants?" She hit me. 4. I don't do drugs, I get the same effect just standing up fast. 5. Sign in a Chinese Pet Store: "Buy one dog, get one flea." 6. I live in my own little world, it's OK, they know me here. 7. I got a...

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AssParade Rose Monroe Fuck Me I8217m Irish

It’s Saint Patricks Day and one leprechaun is feeling extra generous today. He lays out a bunch of gold coins and bills. Rose Monroe comes to her neighbors house to ask for some milk. She’s surprised with the trail of gold. She follows the gold and sees a magical rainbow. The rainbow made her transform into a sexy Saint Patty’s Day outfit. The leprechaun is in love with her booty. He sticks his face in it and they go inside to have amazing sex and it’s all about the...

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TNWS01 The Girl With The Voice of an AngelChapter 110 Mr Butt Slapper

As the Teen Beauty Pageant progressed for the evening Jessie Harper was still keenly watching everything from the wings and clapping with enthusiasm for each participant as they came and went from the stage. Her enthusiasm was of course that much more motivated when she saw someone she knew going on and particularly when it was someone she knew well. She felt just so proud of Shona Grig when the girl was out there showing off her lovely naked body and giggled like a prep school girl when...

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Out of the Blue Part 2

Chapter Two. I snuggled back into bed, but I was wide awake, so after a couple of minutes I got up. I pulled on my boxers and went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Rachael’s door was closed, but I was sure I had heard her and thinking she couldn’t have slept through all that anyway, decided to make her a cup and a couple of bits of toast as well. Ten minutes later, holding two cups of tea in one hand and a plate of toast with vegemite in the other hand, I headed over to Rachael’s door. I...

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A Sexy Weekend 8211 My Boss And My Navel 8211 Part 4

It was a Saturday forenoon about 11 am. A bit drizzling.. After a hardworking week I was in a mood to do just nothing but treat myself. It was almost a week… no one has touched my body.. No one because the only one touching me was my boss and he was on a week’s tour to us. Just as I had marinated the chicken and washing my hands a beep on my phone.. The message read.. “I am coming home in less than an hour… hungry… b ready” from my boss… oh my gosh.. I was over whelmed… I decided that today I...

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HULK SMASH DAT ASS

“Errgk” Natasha looked over her shoulder. Banner is on his knees hunched over. His skin turning green. His shirt tightening. “Keep it together Banner. Focus” The buttons on his shirt popped. His feet bulged and split his shoes. Natasha tried to stand up but her foot was trapped under a pipe. She pulled with all her strength. The seams of Banner’s shirt ripped. Banner was gone all that remained was Hulk. Natasha thought if she lay still maybe Hulk would ignore her. Hulk stood up and turned...

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My New Horny Aunty At His House Hard Fuck

Hello friends, my name is Vijay singh I am from patiala Punjab my age is 20 body shape is well and my cock size is 7inch long and 3 inch mota hai aap logo ne meri pehle ki two story read ki hogi jis me mai ne apni padoe ki aunty aur un ki beti ko choda tha jis ke karan muje bahut mails aai meri id per boys and aunts and girls ki jis me se ek mail patiala ki hi aunty ka aaya tha unho ne likha tha ki wo muj se milna cahti hai bt mai ne un per wiswas nahi kiya kyu ki abhi unknown thai mai ne kaha...

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"See," Bob Williams said, "your married name threw me off, but," he pulled a book out from behind his back and slammed it on the reception desk. It was open to a page with pictures of young people, all of whom Gerry had once known in high school. It was his year book - Bob's too. Bob pointed to Gerry's picture and grinned even wider. "I gotcha." Gerry started at the picture from seven years earlier. He still had short hair then, cut in a traditional young man's style and the color was...

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Mayhem 4 Irish MistChapter 9

The next morning Sean was still in healing sleep (I may have put him there initially but I think Eimile kept him there) and Bran was in temporary exile with one of the married cousins. The men folk were grudgingly allowed to reenter their homes and had come in from the fields for lunch. Most of us were eating with Coln and Mary when a car pulled up outside. "Visitor," Mac called out from the front room. Coln walked out and the rest of us followed. "Oh, bloody hell," he growled when he...

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Fm1LY FUK

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T .1 Waking up is all about memory. We sleep, all of us; we have to disconnect from the world for six or eight or ten hours, and then come back and figure out what we've missed. 9/11 is a good example. Wake up and your radio alarm is saying something about terrorists and the World Trade Center. Huh? At first I figured terrorists had landed in a helicopter or something. But by the time I got to school, I had the whole story. I think I liked mine better. In any case, waking up is all about...

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Workout And Sex With Husband8217s Cousin 8211 Part 1

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Party Crasher

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A Wider Sky Ch 09

I tried not to think too much about Gaelen’s strange behavior after he touched me. My imagination was notorious for going wild already. With a fine expert finesse, I mastered the fine art of jumping to conclusions due to living in colony. Because whatever something happened, we’d all think of the worst scenario that could happen, and when aliens were involved everyone in the colony knew even the most far fetch horrible outcome would most likely happen. So, collectively when things went wrong it...

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Lesbian LoveDoctors Wife Collars Me

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Eskia Books Her HolidayChapter 5

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After breakfast, we ended up all going home, Victoria gave me a kiss before she left, infront of everyone else, which meant them all screaming, and asking if we were going out, Victoria cut in, from the door, and said yes, and then eventually, my ride got here. Fast forward two weeks, we hadn't seen each other much, we had talked online, and saw each other once at the shops, but she was only able to give me a hug and a quick kiss on the lips, neither of us had much time then, but we...

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Cheater pinup wife

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Experienced

Time stirred the fire of our own desires. We had waited, till we were both on the edge of ecstasy's edge. Your image that is firmly within me, as the first contact of you, almost embarrasses me to divulge. While the structure of it is complexity. Administering holds enormous potential for any sense of control. The thought of the first kiss. Simple and yet be fraught with the implications for alternative outcomes. Trying to minimizing my desires I see no alternatives of my precaution. To...

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Caught You Looking

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Lupe Loving Learning To ShareChapter 6

Jill felt very conflicted, her own personal love life was really going great. Tom Patterson had been courting her continuously for the past three weeks and the two of them had finally given in to their mutual attraction. For the past week they had made love together every day. The sex was great but the personal closeness and sense of belonging together made it even more special. It had been a very long time since Jill had felt so personally fulfilled. Unfortunately, her personal happiness was...

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