Carnival II
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It truly was a magical day when Amy Anderson-Wooding was chosen as her town's Regatta Senior Princesses. It was the first year she had entered and was amazed that she had got the title. The regatta was an important date in the calendar for all the locals. For the young ladies taking part it was a really big deal, particularly if they won a title. Kirstie Boyce was chosen as the other senior princess, keeping her status from the previous year. They knew that in next year's event one of them might even become the Senior Queen. The crown this year had gone to Beth Platts, who the previous year had been the other senior princess. As girls they had often watched the event and wished they could enter and win, and now it had happened. The young ladies all knew of each other, as they had been entering the competition for the past few years. When they were telephoned they were reminded of the need to keep the news quiet! Failure to do so what strip them of the title and ban them from the event in the future.
When it came to the official announcement at the local regatta they were not the only three celebrating as the cameras clicked. Rachel Moon the former Queen, had became the Deputy Queen, with the Junior Queen title going to Danielle Chatterton, a newcomer. Once again the Charter Queen title went to Michelle McKeown. A new girl, Darcey O'Donnell was made the Junior Princess. Thus there were three new girls in the 'royal court' as it was nicknamed. It was smiles all around as their images were captured posing in their stunning white dresses. Those that won attended fitting of the dresses at a local wedding gown shop, which was owned by a lady who, not surprisingly, sat on the Committee. They resembled wedding dresses in their style, which made those wearing them feel all the more 'special.'
Becoming the Senior Queen was nearly every girl's dream in the town. But what the vast majority of people did not know was how the winners were chosen. Whilst anyone of the correct age could put herself forward, a special "Princess' Committee" decided the outcome. Those involved were sworn to secrecy. It had existed for many years and was the concept of the local postmistress, apparently keen to improve the standing of the town and give young ladies a moral boost. She had left in her will a substantial amount of money for the ongoing costs of the annual Carnival and Regatta. The tradition that admission to this exclusive committee was by invitation only remained as a condition. The original committee had consisted of herself and her 'Housekeeper' plus a few close female business associates within her social circle. The local vicar at the time was not to keen on the idea of men 'ogling' young women and feared for the moral welfare of those involved. His mind and that of his flock were put at rest when they found out that no men would be involved and that 'respectable' ladies of the correct standing were to be in charge.
For the young ladies winning it brought prestige for the following year. Opening charity events such as fetes and appearing in the local newspapers. For some it had become a springboard for a modelling or acting career. A few of former Queens and princess had remained in the town and done well for themselves. Winning seemed to open many doors, many of which were held by the all-important Princess' Committee. A generous bursary could also be applied for in the future by any of the winners. It could be used for furthering one's education or starting a business. Appointments were made for each young lady to arrive at the shop on separate occasions. These special fitting were to occur after closing, so as not to interfere with trade. The request seemed reasonable particarly as the shopkeeper loaned and fitted the dresses for free. So each winner turned up on a different evening so she could be measured. Doating mothers or elder sisters came along with the new girls for the first session. They were soon convinced by the owner that they need not be there. They were generally pleased to be able to leave and get on with more important things and not have to stay. They knew no harm could come to the young women just trying on a dress. All of the girls were embarrassed that their mothers of sisters insisted on coming along in the first place!
Once the girl's relative had gone, the door of the shop was locked and the shopkeeper led the girl into the spacious fitting room. It gave the impression of being much bigger than it actually was, due to the wall-to-wall mirrors. There even was a large mirror on the ceiling. Once inside the lady instructed the girl to undress whilst she went to obtain a few dresses of the approximate size. In each case the young ladies removed their outer clothing and were in the bra and knickers when the shopkeeper returned with an armful of white clothing. Danielle wasn't wearing her bra the particular day she visited the shop. It was hot day and her small breasts really didn't need a bra. She kept on her skimpy sleeveless cotton t-shirt and slipped off her shorts.
It wasn't a complete surprise for Danielle when she was asked to remove her top. Clearly the dress would not fit correctly over a t-shirt. It was however a shock for the other new girls when they came for their individual fittings and they too were instructed to remove their bras. In fact all the winners were not just made to remove their tops but all their clothing including shoes and socks! They caught glimpses of their nakedness in the all-revealing mirrors and Amy, Danielle and Darcey found themselves going interesting shades of pink!
Once naked the shopkeeper set about measuring them. She didn't seem to be at all phased by seeing them naked. Some of the girls were thinking about how they would love to have shared the embarrassing story with their best friends or even their close family. But they all remembered that everything about the competition was a secret.
The shopkeeper placed the clothing on a nearby rail. She then approached each naked young lady, clipboard in hand, and pulled her tape measure from around her neck. The board was placed on the red-carpeted floor as she knelt. She ordered each girl to stand upright with shoulders back and arms by their sides. From her kneeling position she quickly reached around the waist of the girl and placed her measure. Each one felt her warm breath on their tummies as she made the manouvour. Then she measured from their waist to the ground, instructing them to hold to top of the measure. No sooner had she scribbled down the measurement than her hand was manoeuvring the measure between their legs. Her index finger rested on each girl's crutch whilst it held the measure. The side of her knuckle seemed to rest naturally between each girls' exposed labia. Each girl gave out a light gasp but before they could say a word, move or complain the hand was whisked away. Next she was standing in front of them. The measure once again manoeuvred around their torsos. This time her face lent on theirs as she got the measure into position. It was pulled tight under their breasts and the measurement called out with the instruction to remember it. Next it was pulled into place onto their bare breasts so as to get the cup size. The back of her fingers moved slowly and almost deliberately over their smooth naked breasts as she adjusted the measure. One final adjustment to guide the tape onto the nipples, her fingertips gently brushing over them, and the measurement was again called out. Next feet were measured and heights taken. In less than ten minutes she had expertly carried out her task.
She then rummaged through the various items on the clothing pile. The girl was handed a white strapless bustier of the correct size. This, it was explained would embellish their figures in all the correct places, giving them more defined waists and larger busts. None of them had ever tried on such a thing before but they had seen pictures of them in magazines. The shopkeeper assisted them to put on the garment and pull the laces into place. The girls were grateful to have a piece of clothing on to cover their embarrassment, even if it was a bit weird. The half-cup design of the bustier pushed their breasts upward allowing a fair amount of bare flesh to be exposed. Where mother nature had not been too generous padding was built in.
The new girls presumed that matching white knickers or a thong would be provided. But there was no mention of these items. Instead white stockings were presented along with a small white suspender belt. The shopkeeper provided a nearby chair and assisted them to put on the items along with suitable pair of shoes. The girl was now ready to try on the dress. Each one gently stepped into the expensive and delicate dress. It was then pulled up, positioned and fasted by the shopkeeper. Each girl was then told to stand on the chair so it could be observed and fitted. The shopkeeper went to work with pins and after about 15 minutes they were told to step down.
The shopkeeper then helped them out of the dress which was then carefully hung on the nearby rail with their name attached to the garment. She then returned and assisted the young ladies out of their bustier, followed by their shoes, stockings and lastly their tiny suspenders. Each item was carefully hung up on a labelled hanger. She left them standing still for a few moments before informing the girl they could get dressed, as she left the fitting room pulling the small rail behind her.
Each new girl hurriedly pulled on her clothing eager to cover up her young exposed body. Once back in the shop they each girl was informed of the time of her next appointment in about a weeks' time, then escorted to the door, as though nothing had occurred. The door was unlocked and they were each politely but firmly reminded not to speak about what had occurred. The young ladies told no one of the strange events they had experienced even though they all thought it strange. In answer to any question about the fitting or the dress they just relied it was 'OK' and changed the subject.
It was one of the Senior Princesses, Amy Anderson-Wooding, who was the first young lady to return some eight days later for her next fitting. She rang the doorbell and was invited in by the shopkeeper. She was instructed to go straight through to the fitting room. To her amazement there were four women sitting in the room. As she entered, looking a little startled, they stood up and each one took it in turns to introduce themselves. They, along with the shopkeeper, were the secretive Princess' Committee. Amy felt herself gulp and said how pleased she was to meet them. She was particularly amazed that she had won anything. Like many young women she lacked confidence about her appearance for no good reason.
She was delighted to hear when the women explained that they all had skills that would help her. For example, one lady was a hairdresser and beautician another owned a health club and gym. The other two did not say what skills they had but it was explained that she would find out in due course. Amy felt very special indeed to have all this expertise offered to her. She was sure that she recognised the youngest woman, who was in her early twenties, as Katharine Whyte, the Senior Queen from a couple of years ago. They sat back down on their line of chairs as the shopkeeper led Amy over to the cloths rail containing her dress and other garments.
She was now standing with the rail between her and the assembled committee members who occasionally whispered to each other behind their hands. Whilst the shopkeeper was very formal and prim in her manner the other members of the committee seemed friendlier and even gave the occasional smile. One woman in her thirties even winked!
The shopkeeper told her to undress. Amy shyly turned away from the woman. She removed her t-shirt, causing her straight long blonde hair to fall over her face. She parted it with her fingers so she could see. Next she kicked off her trainers and tugged down her jeans. She remembered from the previous week that she must be naked for the fitting. Even the thought of it made her blush but she took a deep breath and reached behind her back. She unclasped the lacy white bra and slipped it down her arms and placed it onto her pile of clothing. Lastly she took her white tanga-style pink knickers by the waistband and glided them down and off. It was whilst bending over that she caught a glance of the mirrored image of her naked bottom. She realised that the small audience of women had also had a similar view and had in fact been able to observe her undressing. Thus the clothes rail had done nothing to hide her modesty.
The shopkeeper handed her a black garment. Amy was quick to take it. On handling it she realised it had an unusual feel. On inspection it was made of a shiny plastic material and looked a bit like a leotard. She didn't have much time to think anymore before the pushy shopkeeper was assisting her in stepping into it. It was a tight fit and accentuated her curvaceous figure. Unlike the other new girls she had well-formed breasts, a rounded behind and well-defined waist and hips. The black PVC body suit showed off her assets to the full along with her shapely legs. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and wondered who it was for a second! She felt herself flushing a little but soon overcame the initial shock.
Amy was then lead out for the committee to see. Katherine, the former Queen, stood up and walked around the new recruit. Amy tried to remain still and to appear unphased. But was hard to appear normal when wearing such a weird piece of clothing. Amy found herself staring at her reflection and analysing each part of her PVC-clad torso. Below the wide shoulder straps was a set of eyelets which transversed each breast, complete with black laces. In fact the garment had a number of black laces and eyelets, including one set, which started by the navel and disappeared under the crotch. Just why they had made her wear this and whether they laces were just for show were questions which Amy asked herself, as the women ogled her and whispered to each other. Katherine complimented her on her good figure and then gave her a peck on the cheek. This put Amy at ease a little. She tried to be mature about the situation. After all she was showing less flesh than she did on the beach.
Whilst the committee were observing Amy, the shopkeeper had left the changing room. She now returned and to Amy's amazement had Kirstie Boyce, the other senior princess with her. Also in tow was Rachel Moon that year's deputy Queen and former Queen. Both were wearing red silk dressing gowns. Amy smiled as they approached. They seemed pleased to see her and embraced her in a group hug, planting kisses on her cheeks. Amy almost forgot her weird costume for a moment as they exchanged pleasantries.
Kirstie then steeped back a couple of paces and looked straight at them with a wry smile and a tilt of the head. She then pulled the bow free on her dressing gown allowing it to fall open. Underneath could be clearly seen a red version of the same kinky outfit. Rachel then stepped aside, pulled back her long blonde hair and pulled open her gown. She too was wearing the same garment only in turquoise blue. The gowns fell to the floor and Amy realised her jaw had dropped and that she was staring at Kirstie. Before she could say a word Rachel took her arm and pulled her gently toward her. She then planted a passionate kiss on her lips. She was then spun around and Kirstie did the same.
What happened next left Amy's mind in a complete whirl. Just why she did nothing to complain as Kirstie held her firmly around her waist from behind? Just how her wrists were bound behind her so quickly? Why did she not protest as Rachel vigorously began yanking at the laces on the chest of the PVC bodysuit?
It truly was a magical day when Amy Anderson-Wooding was chosen as her town's Regatta Senior Princesses. It was the first year she had entered and was amazed that she had got the title. The regatta was an important date in the calendar for all the locals. For the young ladies taking part it was a really big deal, particularly if they won a title. Kirstie Boyce was chosen as the other senior princess, keeping her status from the previous year. They knew that in next year's event one of them might even become the Senior Queen. The crown this year had gone to Beth Platts, who the previous year had been the other senior princess. As girls they had often watched the event and wished they could enter and win, and now it had happened. The young ladies all knew of each other, as they had been entering the competition for the past few years. When they were telephoned they were reminded of the need to keep the news quiet! Failure to do so what strip them of the title and ban them from the event in the future.
When it came to the official announcement at the local regatta they were not the only three celebrating as the cameras clicked. Rachel Moon the former Queen, had became the Deputy Queen, with the Junior Queen title going to Danielle Chatterton, a newcomer. Once again the Charter Queen title went to Michelle McKeown. A new girl, Darcey O'Donnell was made the Junior Princess. Thus there were three new girls in the 'royal court' as it was nicknamed. It was smiles all around as their images were captured posing in their stunning white dresses. Those that won attended fitting of the dresses at a local wedding gown shop, which was owned by a lady who, not surprisingly, sat on the Committee. They resembled wedding dresses in their style, which made those wearing them feel all the more 'special.'
Becoming the Senior Queen was nearly every girl's dream in the town. But what the vast majority of people did not know was how the winners were chosen. Whilst anyone of the correct age could put herself forward, a special "Princess' Committee" decided the outcome. Those involved were sworn to secrecy. It had existed for many years and was the concept of the local postmistress, apparently keen to improve the standing of the town and give young ladies a moral boost. She had left in her will a substantial amount of money for the ongoing costs of the annual Carnival and Regatta. The tradition that admission to this exclusive committee was by invitation only remained as a condition. The original committee had consisted of herself and her 'Housekeeper' plus a few close female business associates within her social circle. The local vicar at the time was not to keen on the idea of men 'ogling' young women and feared for the moral welfare of those involved. His mind and that of his flock were put at rest when they found out that no men would be involved and that 'respectable' ladies of the correct standing were to be in charge.
For the young ladies winning it brought prestige for the following year. Opening charity events such as fetes and appearing in the local newspapers. For some it had become a springboard for a modelling or acting career. A few of former Queens and princess had remained in the town and done well for themselves. Winning seemed to open many doors, many of which were held by the all-important Princess' Committee. A generous bursary could also be applied for in the future by any of the winners. It could be used for furthering one's education or starting a business. Appointments were made for each young lady to arrive at the shop on separate occasions. These special fitting were to occur after closing, so as not to interfere with trade. The request seemed reasonable particarly as the shopkeeper loaned and fitted the dresses for free. So each winner turned up on a different evening so she could be measured. Doating mothers or elder sisters came along with the new girls for the first session. They were soon convinced by the owner that they need not be there. They were generally pleased to be able to leave and get on with more important things and not have to stay. They knew no harm could come to the young women just trying on a dress. All of the girls were embarrassed that their mothers of sisters insisted on coming along in the first place!
Once the girl's relative had gone, the door of the shop was locked and the shopkeeper led the girl into the spacious fitting room. It gave the impression of being much bigger than it actually was, due to the wall-to-wall mirrors. There even was a large mirror on the ceiling. Once inside the lady instructed the girl to undress whilst she went to obtain a few dresses of the approximate size. In each case the young ladies removed their outer clothing and were in the bra and knickers when the shopkeeper returned with an armful of white clothing. Danielle wasn't wearing her bra the particular day she visited the shop. It was hot day and her small breasts really didn't need a bra. She kept on her skimpy sleeveless cotton t-shirt and slipped off her shorts.
It wasn't a complete surprise for Danielle when she was asked to remove her top. Clearly the dress would not fit correctly over a t-shirt. It was however a shock for the other new girls when they came for their individual fittings and they too were instructed to remove their bras. In fact all the winners were not just made to remove their tops but all their clothing including shoes and socks! They caught glimpses of their nakedness in the all-revealing mirrors and Amy, Danielle and Darcey found themselves going interesting shades of pink!
Once naked the shopkeeper set about measuring them. She didn't seem to be at all phased by seeing them naked. Some of the girls were thinking about how they would love to have shared the embarrassing story with their best friends or even their close family. But they all remembered that everything about the competition was a secret.
The shopkeeper placed the clothing on a nearby rail. She then approached each naked young lady, clipboard in hand, and pulled her tape measure from around her neck. The board was placed on the red-carpeted floor as she knelt. She ordered each girl to stand upright with shoulders back and arms by their sides. From her kneeling position she quickly reached around the waist of the girl and placed her measure. Each one felt her warm breath on their tummies as she made the manouvour. Then she measured from their waist to the ground, instructing them to hold to top of the measure. No sooner had she scribbled down the measurement than her hand was manoeuvring the measure between their legs. Her index finger rested on each girl's crutch whilst it held the measure. The side of her knuckle seemed to rest naturally between each girls' exposed labia. Each girl gave out a light gasp but before they could say a word, move or complain the hand was whisked away. Next she was standing in front of them. The measure once again manoeuvred around their torsos. This time her face lent on theirs as she got the measure into position. It was pulled tight under their breasts and the measurement called out with the instruction to remember it. Next it was pulled into place onto their bare breasts so as to get the cup size. The back of her fingers moved slowly and almost deliberately over their smooth naked breasts as she adjusted the measure. One final adjustment to guide the tape onto the nipples, her fingertips gently brushing over them, and the measurement was again called out. Next feet were measured and heights taken. In less than ten minutes she had expertly carried out her task.
She then rummaged through the various items on the clothing pile. The girl was handed a white strapless bustier of the correct size. This, it was explained would embellish their figures in all the correct places, giving them more defined waists and larger busts. None of them had ever tried on such a thing before but they had seen pictures of them in magazines. The shopkeeper assisted them to put on the garment and pull the laces into place. The girls were grateful to have a piece of clothing on to cover their embarrassment, even if it was a bit weird. The half-cup design of the bustier pushed their breasts upward allowing a fair amount of bare flesh to be exposed. Where mother nature had not been too generous padding was built in.
The new girls presumed that matching white knickers or a thong would be provided. But there was no mention of these items. Instead white stockings were presented along with a small white suspender belt. The shopkeeper provided a nearby chair and assisted them to put on the items along with suitable pair of shoes. The girl was now ready to try on the dress. Each one gently stepped into the expensive and delicate dress. It was then pulled up, positioned and fasted by the shopkeeper. Each girl was then told to stand on the chair so it could be observed and fitted. The shopkeeper went to work with pins and after about 15 minutes they were told to step down.
The shopkeeper then helped them out of the dress which was then carefully hung on the nearby rail with their name attached to the garment. She then returned and assisted the young ladies out of their bustier, followed by their shoes, stockings and lastly their tiny suspenders. Each item was carefully hung up on a labelled hanger. She left them standing still for a few moments before informing the girl they could get dressed, as she left the fitting room pulling the small rail behind her.
Each new girl hurriedly pulled on her clothing eager to cover up her young exposed body. Once back in the shop they each girl was informed of the time of her next appointment in about a weeks' time, then escorted to the door, as though nothing had occurred. The door was unlocked and they were each politely but firmly reminded not to speak about what had occurred. The young ladies told no one of the strange events they had experienced even though they all thought it strange. In answer to any question about the fitting or the dress they just relied it was 'OK' and changed the subject.
It was one of the Senior Princesses, Amy Anderson-Wooding, who was the first young lady to return some eight days later for her next fitting. She rang the doorbell and was invited in by the shopkeeper. She was instructed to go straight through to the fitting room. To her amazement there were four women sitting in the room. As she entered, looking a little startled, they stood up and each one took it in turns to introduce themselves. They, along with the shopkeeper, were the secretive Princess' Committee. Amy felt herself gulp and said how pleased she was to meet them. She was particularly amazed that she had won anything. Like many young women she lacked confidence about her appearance for no good reason.
She was delighted to hear when the women explained that they all had skills that would help her. For example, one lady was a hairdresser and beautician another owned a health club and gym. The other two did not say what skills they had but it was explained that she would find out in due course. Amy felt very special indeed to have all this expertise offered to her. She was sure that she recognised the youngest woman, who was in her early twenties, as Katharine Whyte, the Senior Queen from a couple of years ago. They sat back down on their line of chairs as the shopkeeper led Amy over to the cloths rail containing her dress and other garments.
She was now standing with the rail between her and the assembled committee members who occasionally whispered to each other behind their hands. Whilst the shopkeeper was very formal and prim in her manner the other members of the committee seemed friendlier and even gave the occasional smile. One woman in her thirties even winked!
The shopkeeper told her to undress. Amy shyly turned away from the woman. She removed her t-shirt, causing her straight long blonde hair to fall over her face. She parted it with her fingers so she could see. Next she kicked off her trainers and tugged down her jeans. She remembered from the previous week that she must be naked for the fitting. Even the thought of it made her blush but she took a deep breath and reached behind her back. She unclasped the lacy white bra and slipped it down her arms and placed it onto her pile of clothing. Lastly she took her white tanga-style pink knickers by the waistband and glided them down and off. It was whilst bending over that she caught a glance of the mirrored image of her naked bottom. She realised that the small audience of women had also had a similar view and had in fact been able to observe her undressing. Thus the clothes rail had done nothing to hide her modesty.
The shopkeeper handed her a black garment. Amy was quick to take it. On handling it she realised it had an unusual feel. On inspection it was made of a shiny plastic material and looked a bit like a leotard. She didn't have much time to think anymore before the pushy shopkeeper was assisting her in stepping into it. It was a tight fit and accentuated her curvaceous figure. Unlike the other new girls she had well-formed breasts, a rounded behind and well-defined waist and hips. The black PVC body suit showed off her assets to the full along with her shapely legs. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and wondered who it was for a second! She felt herself flushing a little but soon overcame the initial shock.
Amy was then lead out for the committee to see. Katherine, the former Queen, stood up and walked around the new recruit. Amy tried to remain still and to appear unphased. But was hard to appear normal when wearing such a weird piece of clothing. Amy found herself staring at her reflection and analysing each part of her PVC-clad torso. Below the wide shoulder straps was a set of eyelets which transversed each breast, complete with black laces. In fact the garment had a number of black laces and eyelets, including one set, which started by the navel and disappeared under the crotch. Just why they had made her wear this and whether they laces were just for show were questions which Amy asked herself, as the women ogled her and whispered to each other. Katherine complimented her on her good figure and then gave her a peck on the cheek. This put Amy at ease a little. She tried to be mature about the situation. After all she was showing less flesh than she did on the beach.
Whilst the committee were observing Amy, the shopkeeper had left the changing room. She now returned and to Amy's amazement had Kirstie Boyce, the other senior princess with her. Also in tow was Rachel Moon that year's deputy Queen and former Queen. Both were wearing red silk dressing gowns. Amy smiled as they approached. They seemed pleased to see her and embraced her in a group hug, planting kisses on her cheeks. Amy almost forgot her weird costume for a moment as they exchanged pleasantries.
Kirstie then steeped back a couple of paces and looked straight at them with a wry smile and a tilt of the head. She then pulled the bow free on her dressing gown allowing it to fall open. Underneath could be clearly seen a red version of the same kinky outfit. Rachel then stepped aside, pulled back her long blonde hair and pulled open her gown. She too was wearing the same garment only in turquoise blue. The gowns fell to the floor and Amy realised her jaw had dropped and that she was staring at Kirstie. Before she could say a word Rachel took her arm and pulled her gently toward her. She then planted a passionate kiss on her lips. She was then spun around and Kirstie did the same.
What happened next left Amy's mind in a complete whirl. Just why she did nothing to complain as Kirstie held her firmly around her waist from behind? Just how her wrists were bound behind her so quickly? Why did she not protest as Rachel vigorously began yanking at the laces on the chest of the PVC bodysuit?
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The tent was nearly full for this last performance before the carnival moved on. Nearly two hundred people, a mixture of women and men, sat around the center ring talking and laughing. Kristy noted they were all dressed elegantly and each had paid a handsome fee at the gate. This carnival was obviously only for the well-to-do. Victoria also seemed to know virtually everyone. The brightly lit center ring held an unusually large bed, nothing more. Puzzled, Kristy began trying to find a...
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It was still damp and cool when he left his babe trailer; his Heaven on wheels. Weak and still a little hung over, he slogged to his tent and went back to sleep until the fog lifted. It seemed like only minutes had passed, but awakening to the heat and humidity told him it was much later; almost noon. Friday turned into a scorcher. As soon as he had gotten up, Bobby spent most of the day at the small beach he and Andy found earlier in the week. He spent more time in the refreshing...
I awoke early this morning, still thinking about last night as I prepped for the day. Corrine had given me the best blowjob of my life. The images of my shriveling thick cock pulling from her mouth dripping with her saliva and my cum and the sweet little ‘plop’ sound as my tool broke the suction of her full lips still echoed in my mind. Strings of slippery sticky fluid drooled from both sides of her hot mouth soaking the top of her undulating breasts. Just thinking of last night caused my...
After returning to New Jersey from my left coast finale, I moved into a trailer I shared with a buddy from high school. It was tight, but there was just enough room for my guitar, my blues records, and me. I bought an old BSA Gold Star 650 motorcycle and spent the beginning of 1980 traveling up and down the East Coast on the bike. You could always tell where I had last parked it by the oil stains on the pavement, but it ran well and more importantly, it looked damn cool. By summer I had...
Today I audition for a new job with a traveling carnival. I’m excited but also a little nervous about what all the job might require. The employment agency that set everything up would only tell me that this wasn’t a typical carnival in that only those 18 and older were allowed inside. Also, I needed to be comfortable with nudity. Since I really need a job, I’ve decided that I have no issue showing off my body and spent the morning getting everywhere nice and smooth. I arrive and introduce...
FetishThe summer of 1980 seemed to hold nothing but promise for this young man. Just one year out of high school it was an easy decision for me to take a year off before going to college. Heck, I was young enough to enjoy myself and wanted to travel and see the country while I had the opportunity. The year before, just out of high school, I had taken a job as a carnival worker or carnie as they are known. It gave me the chance to schlep across country and get paid in the process. Being a carnie can...
Kristy was awakened by a knock at the door. Circles under her eyes for lack of sleep, her cheeks still tear stained, she opened the door. "What... ?" "I've brought your things and come to pick up mine," said Janeen, "since it looks like this arrangement is going to be permanent." The redhead smiled wickedly while Kristy's eyes fell in dejection. Janeen threw down two bags containing Kristy's few belongings and began gathering her own together. "The Mistress brought me to orgasm...
[When I found that a journalist friend of mine had been to report on Iron Henge I was naturally anxious to read the story. After some persuasion she sent me the story spiked by her editor, followed a few weeks later by the (much longer) ‘original draft’. Then when I mentioned that Lush was doing a fall equinox competition she sent me the ‘extended edition’ that follows. For obvious reasons, all names have been changed.] Chances are the Lush people have never heard of Iron Henge. It isn’t...
The summer of 1980 seemed to hold nothing but promise for this young man. Just one year out of high school it was an easy decision for me to take a year off before going to college. Heck, I was young enough to enjoy myself and wanted to travel and see the country while I had the opportunity. The year before, just out of high school, I had taken a job as a carnival worker or carnie as they are known. It gave me the chance to schlep across country and get paid in the process. Being a carnie can...
In April 1692, he last two surviving witches to escaped the salem witch trials died on the outskirts of a small town. The two bodies were burned, their ashes were scattered to the winds. But on that day, their ashes on fell to the ground. Those ashes, infused the ground with what was left of their souls. For little over 400 years those woods, were left to their own.The animals, never went near the area. No plants seemed to grow there. There only that seemed to grown were a few trees that never...
FantasyKristy awoke the next morning aching and sore in every joint and muscle in her badly abused body. Victoria had indeed held her close throughout the night, their bodies entwined in romantic and erotic pleasure. Kristy's almost comatose state had precluded their making love, but Victoria had assured her that as soon as she was feeling better, Kristy would be rewarded for her outstanding performance and the sacrifice of her virginity. So Kristy's sound sleep had been born of both exhaustion...
Slogging back to his tent with an ice-cold Pepsi, Bobby looked up and noticed a familiar face at the edge of the fairgrounds. Long fine blonde hair gently moving in the almost nothing of a breeze, Debbie’s friend Sammie began strolling toward Bobby. Sammie had coy smile as she approached Bobby. “Hi, Bobby!” she shouted. “Hello Sammie. If you are looking for Andy, I haven’t seen him today. Most of the ride boys are gone for the day; off doing what ever.” “Actually, I came to see...
The two young Americans sat nursing cups of coffee at a small sidewalk cafe. Both women were exchange students who had come to Romania, one to study the language, the other its culture. Kristy Anders' passion for the culture of Eastern Europe had its origins in American vampire movies and her youthful fascination with Transylvania. She had scrimped and saved since a sophomore in high school and along with modest help from her not-well-off parents and a generous grant, she was now spending...
The tent was filled to capacity as the word had obviously spread that Victoria now had two performers in her stable and expectations were high for a very entertaining evening. Victoria stepped into the light of the ring to polite applause. She smiled warmly as she spoke to the audience. "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight a special treat. Not one, but two young women to capture your fancy!" Laughs and smiles. "Our first performer is a lovely young woman who is learning to give pleasure to...
Kristy's eyes fluttered open as sunlight filtered through the one small window. Finding herself in the arms of Victoria, her lips found those of her Mistress and they kissed deeply. Victoria arose as Kristy threw off the covers and stretched. Her entire body ached, so even though she noticed the tenderness in her breast, she simply assumed it was one of her many wounds received at the hands of Janeen last night, the subject of which brought a question to mind. "She's gone Kristy. Gone...
"Wake up, Kristy!" commanded Shari as she threw the bucket of water on the unconscious woman, serving to both wash her off and rouse her. "Wha..." Kristy was utterly depleted. Her eyes fluttered open to see Shari standing over her, bucket in hand. "Get up if you can! Otherwise Victoria becomes mine by default!" The exhausted young blonde was cramping so badly she clutched her lower abdomen, the tears running down her cheeks. She looked down in horror to see her vagina stretched and...
Sean's hard dick was still in his mother's wet twat and his eyes gleamed at seeing his 18-year-old sister in a masturbating frenzy. Looking back at Lynda's glowing eyes, he saw that she too was staring at his sister Sharon. He could feel his dick pulsing as it was still pushing the last of his load into her. He could feel that his mother's cunt wasn't yet finished either, as it still squeezed around his penis while it finished filling her up. Finally, he turned again. Looking back at...
The guys in school who knew Karen thought she wasn't the type who slept around. 'Probably a virgin' was the opinion, a girl who would give oral at best. This did not matter to Sean in the least; his feelings toward her were genuine. He had plans of marriage after college too. He figured that he would propose before college and be married after he finished. He never believed she would give it out anytime before then. That changed with her parting words the night before of, ""I need to...
As Sean opened his eyes, the morning sun forced him to squint. Lifting the sheets, he could see that his morning hard-on was present as usual. The pain and pressure in his groin was not though. Sean wasted no time in getting up from the couch. It was Sunday morning and nobody was home. After getting dressed, he peered over at the clock to see that it was a little past noon. Driving home, Sean was still trying to make sense of what happened last night. He had waited a long time to pop...
Sean awoke at the sound a door being slowly opened. His groggy eyes slowly opened to see the woman from the waiting area. To Sean, this woman looked about the same age as his mother. She had her brown hair up in a ponytail, which showed off her lovely neck. She had on a low cut top that showed most of her large breasts. Her skirt was low-cut, revealing a lot of her bare legs. She was not thin, but her weight was in all the right places. Sean knew why this woman was here. He could feel the...
Carnivale Dreams: Spirit of the Festival A Bella & Honey Fantasy written by Miss Simone Chapter 1 You sit on your balcony, listening to the rhythm of the drums as people dance in the streets. The thump of the music is hypnotic, forcing you to sway, even when you aren't in the thick of it yourself. All your life you've dreamed of Carnivale and you have finally make the pilgrimage to enjoy the warm weather and bawdy sights. You've only been in your hotel an hour, but excitement...
One man’s Panty Deal is another man’s soiled drawer rip-off. Honestly, my dudes, the market for used panties is better than it’s ever been, so there’s no reason to settle for anything less than exactly what you want. You just need to know where to look, and you’re definitely on the right track. My whole mission here at ThePornDude is to help guide my fellow perverts to precisely the material that gets them off. Often that means pointing toward a collection of dirty movies, but I’ve got...
Buy Used PantiesBrutal, non-consensual multiple rape fantasy story. Contains extreme graphic sexual sadism, obscenity, torture, snuff and offensive content. All characters are above 18 years and above. None of this is real. The arrival home. It’s nearly two in the morning. The black van cruised down twisted streets, surrounded by the monoliths of silent factories and warehouses. This district is deserted by night and filled with noise and smoke in the day. Down to the end of the farthest street,...
By: Preetikul Hello! All nuts and cracks again Preeti Kulkarni had brought you an arousal of my Mom’s late father’s (my grandpa) property settlements. After all the games with Mr. Shinde and Preetam that week was blank as Mom was busy in her office work. On Monday, 27th June 2011 Mom woke up early from her bed and finished all her work to reach her office an hour before. I questioned Mom why so hurry, so she said that she was having a deal back in our house with a non-regular politician from...
Business Dealings by Diana Kimberly Heche If they weren't both so deadly serious I would have laughed them out of the room. "This isn't a sitcom guys ... things like this don't work in real life. Send Linda." Kirk explained patiently again, "Linda doesn't understand the technology. And we don't have enough time to teach her. It would take years." I laughed at the absurdity of this conversation "but there's enough time to teach ME to play your little masquerade? You're...
I awoke to the sound of my cell ringing and groaning as I rolled over to grab it from the nightstand saw it was only eight. Who the hell was calling me at eight on a Saturday morning? I’d gotten up at six to see my parents off on their weekend trip to New Hampshire and then gratefully crawled back into bed. Without dad bugging me to do chores or mom waking me up to ask if I were hungry, I’d looked forward to sl**ping in. I rolled over and grabbing the phone off my night stand, saw it was a...
I awoke to the sound of my cell ringing and groaning as I rolled over to grab it from the nightstand saw it was only eight. Who the hell was calling me at eight on a Saturday morning? I'd gotten up at six to see my parents off on their weekend trip to New Hampshire and then gratefully crawled back into bed.Without dad bugging me to do chores or mom waking me up to ask if I were hungry, I'd looked forward to sleeping in. I rolled over and grabbing the phone off my night stand, saw it was a local...
Art of the Deal By Cassandra Morgan She was a wheeler. She was a dealer. She was Monte Hall in a dress. She'd trade you her apple for half of your peanut butter sandwich. She'd swap you a two chicken nuggets for a bite of your cheeseburger. She'd trade you this for that, and these for those, and this thingamabob for that doo-hickey. This was the nature of my wife; Savannah. She valued what you had far more than what she had. So she would trade you a old stereo for a new tennis...
Day 10 Steph woke up some time in the afternoon. She knew it was afternoon for two reasons: 1.) She didn't wake up to be greeted by the aluring aroma of Amanda's special coffee blend and 2.) The birds weren't really chirping that much outside because they were out getting food or what not. She sat up in the bed and felt that she was still drained. Like she didn't sleep long enough, like her body needed more sleep after what happened last night. Then it hit her...she needed to use the bathroom...
NovelsSue Anderson walked into the bedroom to get ready for bed. She knew that it would not be long before Jim, her husband, would be in to join her. She had left him watching the news while she got ready for bed. She had given him a nice little wiggle as she left the room just to get his interest aroused. Her 19-year-old son, Tim, also observed the wiggle she gave her husband as she left the room. What she didn't know was the effect it had on him.She stood in front of the full-length mirror to...
Hello, to all ISS readers. This is again, ur Abhishek Singh, 18 male from east Delhi. It is around 1 year that I haven’t post a story to this site. But now, my lusty soul has again encouraged me to write some more new stories.I don’t want to waste ur time more.So, this story begins from here… Sue Anderson walked into the bedroom to get ready for bed. She knew that it would not be long before Jim, her husband, would be in to join her. She had left him watching the news while she got ready...
IncestDeal or No Deal By Manyquestions Tina and Gary have a marriage that worked wonderfully because they always checked with each other before doing anything important, and each got what they wanted by making deals with the other. Deals about vacation - she chose the beach this year because he chose the mountains last year. Deals about going out - she chose the restaurant because he chose the movie. And deals when it came to sex. For example, Tina wanted...
This story contains some harsh language and extremely obtuse references to sexual situations. Persons bothered by such are advised skip this story and continue doing the thorazine shuffle... "The Deal" is Copyright 2000 by Christina Myria Kenyon, all right reserved, No-deposit/No-return, and all that legal-type junk. The Deal By Myria This guy creeped me out. Let me tell you something, that's not easy to do. In my line of work you run into a lot of freakazoids, over the years...
The Dealer By Morpheus Martin Hanson sat back in his deck chair and stared at the swimming pool in front of him, though he had no intention of climbing into it at the moment, even if he was wearing his swum trunks. Instead, he looked into the water and wished that he was at the beach instead, or just about anywhere else. At sixteen years old, Martin had his license and was old enough to make his own vacation plans, or at least, he thought he was. His parents, however,...
VIOLA'S DEAL ? by: Curtis Lemmon Part One: The Crisis I was desperate. It wasn't easy, being the man of the house at age 18. When Dad died so unexpectedly, Mom should have been the one to straighten everything out. But she was such a pampered butterfly - the privileged daughter of a rich man and the privileged wife of an even richer man - that she couldn't even recognize, much less cope with the disaster which had befallen our family. Don't get me wrong -- I love her and...
Marshall blinked in the bright light, shut his eyes, then opened them and slowly lifted his head. All he saw was blue and white. He was in a room with white walls and a blue floor, and he was lying on the floor. It didn’t feel like a floor because it was soft and springy. He pushed his fingers into it and saw it was a thick rubber mat, and when he pushed harder, he felt another mat beneath it. Then he saw the little girl sitting on the floor with her back to a white wall. She was looking...
April 5, 1990, Chicago, Illinois As I drove towards the Loop to meet Dante for dinner, I had a lot on my mind - Kara, NIKA, my sister, and the meeting with Dante. I tried to push the other stuff out of my mind and think about how I’d respond to what Zeke had tipped me about. Obviously, it was something we’d be interested in, but I knew Dante well enough that the entire project was fraught with potential trouble, not to mention the fact that he’d try to structure our agreement to be heavily...
This story is fiction and is intended to be treated as such. It has harsh language and deals with Transgender themes. If this would offend you please stop reading, I don't want you to go blind! Thanks to Janet, HER and Paula for the rush job in Proofing but of course any mistakes are mine. Here is another story originally written for the Sci-Fi contest at StarDust. This is a different type of story from my others so keep an open mind please. Batteries are not included some assembly is...
Sarah had always loved summer evenings at home, especially the early evening and the fragrance of the ligustrum, star jasmine, and privet which David, her husband and she had lovingly planted, and which were currently in bloom. But this Friday evening was different. Not just the Friday, but the entire weekend cast a gloom over her that felt darker than Satan's soul at midnight. She recognized the symptoms immediately; the stipple of sweat in the small of her back. Ice-heat prickling her...
Introduction: This is a story about a young married couple whos husband uses his hotwife to get a deal to save his business THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION AND FANTASY PLEASE ENJOY. MY WIFE BECAME PART OF A DEAL My name is John and Im 32 years of age and married to a really lovely sexy wife who I adore, Here name is Alice and shes 28 we have been married for just over four years, We have our own lovely home and I own a very successful real estate business life couldnt be better until about 6...
THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION AND FANTASY PLEASE ENJOY.MY WIFE BECAME PART OF A DEALMy name is John and I’m 32 years of age and married to a really lovely sexy wife who I adore,Here name is Alice and she’s 28 we have been married for just over four years, We have our own lovely home and I own a very successful real estate business life couldn’t be better until about 6 months ago,You see Alice doesn’t have to work due to the success of my business but has on occasions helped me out when she stands...
July 30, 1986, Chicago, Illinois “What did I miss?” I asked, sitting down next to Penny. She leaned close, “Screwing me! For the last year!” “You know I only have eyes for you, Penny!” I teased. “It’s not your eyes I want!” she giggled. “But seriously, nothing major happened. The only out-of-the-ordinary thing is that Julia is going to talk to a work-study student this morning.” “Good. Where are we with the medical software?” She handed me a stack of papers. “Bug reports from Zeke,...
Yet sometimes I encounter something unexpected; a story where I personally have encountered the people involved. Cases when their story about meeting the supernatural sounds quite different; with the creatures behaving like they do in story fragments I have heard from older people that had parents living before modern civilization. This story is my most recent find and hopefully it will be the first of a series. I have changed some of the names to not reveal my own identity or the people...
My name is John I’m 32 years of age and married to a really lovely sexy wife who I adore.Here name is Alice and she’s 28 we have been married for just over four years, We have our own lovely home and own a very successful real estate business life couldn’t be better until about 6 months ago,You see Alice doesn’t have to work due to the success of my business but has on occasions helped me out when she stands in for me at the office at home.Business lately has slowed down due to the down turn in...
There is a wide world out there, old myths are told and retold enough times that details eventually get totally distorted. Creatures of mythology are reused in countless adaptations that add layer after layer of misconceptions about what the creatures actually are. Modern adaptions that compete about what kind of stupid ideas for the mystical they can get away with to avoid having to come up with a decent plot. Yet sometimes I encounter something unexpected; a story where I personally have...
It’s No Big Deal “It’s no big deal?” My older sister Bernadette said. She continued “It’s no big deal! If it’s no big deal, then why don’t you do it?” Mom replied, “Because I have too much to reveal.” My older sister got right in her face and said, “Just because my tits are smaller than yours doesn’t mean that I am any less embarrassed to let him see mine.” Then she stormed off to her room slamming the door behind her. My younger sister Stacey just laughed about the whole...
Kaitlyn had worked on the other side of their very successful & profitable office for about 4 years now. She had spent the very large part of it saving to one day ‘repay’ her dad. Kaitlyn had grown up living only just above edge of poverty. They had enough to make it, but only just. 6 years back, her dad had sold the only possession they had worth much of anything, a rare watch that he had bought when he got out of the navy. It had paid more than a year of schooling for her two year...
My entire body lit up with soreness as I turned over to meet theharsh glint of sun poking through the morning sky. I grew concerned as my nails dragged into a pavement-like material underneath me as I stretched. My eyes flashed open and I quickly realized that I was not sitting in the comfortable confines of my bed, nevertheless in my house. I was underneath the giant football bleachers at my high school and naked! The frigid pavement pressed against my breasts while I lied there, sprawled out...
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