Making Love Under The Rainbow
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Courtney O'Keefe. Just hearing her name is enough to get my heart singing. My lips turn up in a smile, and a warm feeling spreads through my entire body. It still doesn't quite make sense to me. Courtney, the girl of every man's dreams... on my arm. How could I be so lucky?
To this day, I'll never understand what she saw in me. I think maybe it was the fact that I didn't immediately start fawning over her, bending over backwards to her every whim, just on the off chance I might get a shot at her. I wasn't like that.
Not that I didn't want to be, mind you.
Courtney moved to Minnesota from somewhere out east, during the summer before our senior year of high school. She was immediately the "hot chick" of the school, and the object of every guy's attentions.
You have no idea how hard it was to sit back and watch all the other guys practically line up in a row, just for the opportunity to get shot down. I would have been right there along with them... I wanted to be, in fact. You would have found me in the very back of the row, but I would have been there, but I'm just too damn shy.
Every day, I'd see her in my physics class. I kept hoping to hear Mr. Humphries ask me if I wanted to partner up with Courtney.
"Dennis," he said in the imaginary conversation I played over and over in my head. "How would you and Miss O'Keefe like to partner up on our lab." In my fantasy we were discussing magnetism, and how polar opposites attract. It couldn't have been more perfect.
"Of course, if that's what she wants," I answered. Even in my own daydream I was practically unable to look her in the eye, just like reality. Courtney had a wild, Irish goddess look about her, as if she was some kind of Celtic warrior princess, and I was completely and utterly intimidated by her presence.
In my dream though, nervous as I may have been, I was finally able to turn and give her what I hoped was a gallant grin. My heart felt ready to burst, because in my fantasy Courtney never failed to return my smile before she turned back to Mr. Humphries.
"I'd like that very much," she always answered in her soft melodious voice.
But alas, daydreams and fantasies rarely come true for me. My walls aren't filled with scantily-clad women or sports stars, because I know I have no shot at dating a supermodel or playing in the big leagues.
What decorates my walls? Pictures of my parents, my sister, photos of the library of the college I've already been accepted to. Those sort of things. People who love me, who care for me, things already in my grasp. I can happily engage in my fantasy life, but would never dream to put it out in front of me as some sort of goal.
Put another way, it's fun to think about the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, but completely silly to go looking for it. There's no use pining for something that can't exist, and that's how I felt about Courtney. She was there, but was certainly too good to be true, at least in my world.
And yet...
"Dennis?" I had been biding my time in study hall, my homework finished, just staring out the window as the leaves turned red and orange and prepared to float to the ground, a constant reminder of the coming of winter. It was the fall of my senior year and I was ready to graduate. Only seven more months and I was out of here. I started at the sound of my name and turned to see who wanted me, and my mouth immediately dried, my throat suddenly raspy.
"Yes?" I managed to gasp. That one syllable was almost more than I could string together, as my entire field of vision was filled with the sight of Courtney O'Keefe, only this wasn't some far-fetched daydream. This was real.
"Dennis Miller?" she asked, smiling slightly as the realization hit her. Yes, that's my real name, and no I'm not nearly as funny as he is.
"Yes," I nodded, rolling my eyes as she laughed. I took the opportunity to glance around to see if anyone had noticed this... this goddess standing at my table. Talking to me... me!
"Mr. Armstrong gave me your name, said you might be able to help me?" I saw she was holding a slip of paper, and recognized it as a referral to one of the student tutors. I reached out and took it from her and quickly looked it over.
I was never so happy for computer glitches. It had been two semesters since I'd been an active tutor for Mr. Armstrong's calculus class, but I still occasionally received tutoring assignments like this. Normally I would apologize and send the student back to the office for a new tutor. I was no longer being paid by the school, so why bother, right? Not this time, there was no way I would turn this assignment back.
"Sure," I said as casually as I could, handing the paper back to her. "Glad to help."
"Great," she said, beaming a million-watt smile at me. I swear her teeth sparkled brighter than in the toothpaste commercials. She even had little dimples in her cheeks when she grinned, and my heart started beating faster.
"When... when would you like to start?" I asked, frantically making mental notes to cancel any and all plans I might have had. Nothing was more important than this. Nothing.
Courtney fidgeted in place, biting on her lower lip as she thought about when we could study.
"How about Thursday?" she finally suggested.
"Sounds fine," I said without thought. She smiled at me, although I'm not sure if it was because I sounded so eager or if she was simply glad I could help.
"Perfect," she said. "Oh... where do we meet?" she asked. My place or yours, I almost blurted out, but thankfully didn't.
"How about the library?" I asked, startled when she frowned.
"Oh, I don't have any study halls," she answered. "I just got a pass out of gym so I could come find you. We'll have to study before or after school."
"In that case, why don't we work at your place," I said, sounding much calmer than I felt. "Do you have somewhere quiet we can study?" I asked.
"My room?" she asked, and I shook my head. "Oh... Isn't that okay?"
"Too comfortable. Too many distractions. A kitchen table is often best for serious studying. It's not as fun," I said, my heart leaping in my chest as Courtney smiled at me, "but it's more effective."
"I guess that's cool then," she said. "We'll have the place to ourselves, since my mom works late on Thursday nights, so we won't be bothered."
"Great," I said. "It's a date." I blushed when I realized what I had said, but Courtney just smiled and stuck out her hand.
"It's a date," she agreed. My palms were sweaty, and I hurriedly wiped them on my pants before reaching out to seal the deal. Her hands were delicate and smooth, and I had a hard time letting go. I finally did though, and Courtney gave a little wave as she left the study hall.
I looked around, hoping someone had seen me talking to Courtney, but no one seemed to notice.
Some kind of bizarre warping of time and space always seems to take effect when it's least wanted. Why is it, for instance, that when I'm racing to get to the bank before it closes, time speeds up and I get there a few minutes too late? How can the road get longer when I'm pulling up to a yellow light, forcing me to stop and sit through a red light, then get shorter when I'm trying to stop suddenly on a patch of black ice?
Why was it that time stood still between our first meeting and Thursday? It was only two days, but if I'd put my mind to it, I'm sure I could have written a novel, time seemed to move so slowly.
I found myself glancing at the clock so often that even my mother noticed.
"Everything okay Dennis?" she asked. I looked at the clock for the fiftieth time since I'd gotten home from school, and saw it was ten minutes after five o'clock.
"Yeah," I said. "I'm just... I have a tutoring assignment and I don't want to be late."
"Oh, well that's... wait a minute, I thought you stopped tutoring."
"Um... I still help some students. When I can... if I'm not busy. I like to help out."
"That's nice. Who are you tutoring?"
"Some girl. Courtney."
"Do I know her?"
I scanned my memory, trying to remember if my mom would have ever seen Courtney. If she had she'd certainly know who I was talking about. And probably why I was so nervous.
"I don't think so," I finally said. "She's new this year."
"Oh. Is she nice?"
I almost laughed. What an understatement! As if the most beautiful, most stunning, absolutely perfect example of the female species could be called... nice. What an insult!
"Yeah. I guess so. She's pretty nice," I heard myself answer. Way to play it cool, right?
"When do you have to be there?" my mom asked, and I found myself checking the clock for the fifty-first time in two hours, and groaned when I saw only two minutes had passed, which sadly was about the average.
"Seven o'clock," I mumbled, and went to my room to check myself in the mirror. Again.
I knew I had no real reason to be nervous as I knocked on the O'Keefe's front door. This was just a study date to Courtney, and meant nothing more to her than that. From her point of view I was a tool to a better grade. Nothing more, nothing less.
Obviously I was blowing this way out of proportion, and I realized there was a better than average chance of me embarrassing myself simply because I was so nervous. I took a deep breath to calm myself, but ended up choking as the door opened right as I started to exhale.
I stood there coughing and sputtering on the front step as Courtney looked at me in amusement and concern.
"You okay?" she asked as I slowly got my breath back.
"Yeah," I gasped, taking a deep lung full of air. "Sorry... something went down the wrong pipe or something," I said lamely. "Do you want me to come in?"
She laughed.
"Did you bring a cell phone?" she asked. I was confused... was this a trick question?
"No... no cell phone. Why?"
"Then I think it would probably make it easier for us to study if you did come in," she laughed, stepping back and allowing me to enter. I wanted to crawl in a hole I was so red-faced, but a quick glance around her living room revealed no holes, so I had to be content to follow Courtney into the kitchen.
"Want some water?" she asked, but I shook my head. I was over my coughing spell, although I was still a little chagrined to have been hacking up a lung when she first opened the door. So much for a good first impression.
"I'm good."
"Let's start then," she said, sitting down. I stood for a moment, trying to memorize everything about her. Courtney had changed out of her school clothes and was wearing an old pair of grey sweatpants and a navy blue Michigan Wolverine t-shirt. Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she was obviously ready to get started.
I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, mentally chastising myself for ogling her in her own home. I had to keep this professional, or I'd make a fool out of myself, I knew. I grabbed a couple pencils out of my bag, before quickly sitting down in the chair opposite Courtney at the kitchen table.
"Well," I said, clearing my throat. I had brought some basic worksheets with me, in order to better get a grasp of where Courtney's troubles originated. "Why don't you look this over," I suggested, handing her the piece of paper. "Let me know what you can do and what confuses you, and we'll go from there."
Courtney grabbed a pencil and began going over the worksheet, occasionally using her calculator to help with a difficult problem. I had nothing to do while she worked, so I tried to watch out of the corner of my eye, not wanting to get caught staring at her.
I must have been more obvious than I thought, for suddenly Courtney looked up from her work and our eyes met for a moment, before I quickly looked away.
"Yes?" she asked. "Did you need anything?"
"Oh... um... just... if you have any questions, feel free to ask. This isn't a test," I said, hoping I didn't sound as lame to her ears as I did to my own.
"Okay," she said, returning to the problems.
I made a point to look everywhere but at her for the next few moments, but found my gaze returning time and again, drawn to Courtney like a fly to a flame. Every tiny movement she made, every flick of her hair, every time she brought the pencil to her mouth, every crease in her forehead as she frowned in concentration... each was just another reason I was in love.
Of course it wasn't love, not at that point. Just a serious infatuation, and I knew it. I was at the stage where every little thing Courtney did was endearing to me. There was nothing she could do at that point that wouldn't have made my heart flutter. For the moment it was enough to just be in the same room with her.
"Done," she said, and I whipped my head back in Courtney's direction from where I'd been staring at the kitchen clock. "I think I missed a few," she said. "But most of the questions were fine, I guess." She frowned, clearly disturbed by her previous lack of success.
"Okay, well, let me look it over and we'll go from there," I said. For the next few minutes I was busy correcting her work, although I would occasionally look up and find her looking at me. Just bored, I told myself, she's wishing I'd hurry up and finish looking over her paper, and I would hurriedly look back to the worksheet.
Finally I finished, and found what I thought was the underlying problem to her difficulties.
"Should you really be in calculus?" I asked. "It looks like... well, it looks as if there's a whole lot of algebra and geometry that you don't understand."
Courtney sighed and bit her nail angrily before answering. "It's my mom," she said. "She thinks I need to take calculus in order to get into college. I told her it was useless, but she insisted."
"Did you understand your other math classes?" I asked.
"Some of it," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "I've really tried this semester, but it seems like the more I study the more confused I get. Is it hopeless?" she asked, her eyes boring into mine, and I suddenly wondered if she hoped it was a lost cause.
"You're not getting out of it that easy," I chided. "We can work on this, and I think you can get it. It'll mean a lot of work, and it's going to be like cleaning a room and how it gets messy before it gets clean. You'll be more behind than you are now before you start to catch up, but you will catch up. Are you up to it?"
Courtney fidgeted in her seat for a minute, before nodding. She had a curious look in her eye as she watched me, and I wondered if I'd said something wrong, but quickly put it out of my mind as we went to work.
Our study sessions continued for the next few weeks, right up until Christmas break. As it turned out, Courtney was more than willing to put in the work and it appeared she had both the mind and the energy to make it happen.
I was sitting in my bedroom one afternoon during Christmas break when my sister knocked on my door.
"Yeah?" I called out, and she opened the door a crack.
"Phone call," she said. "Some girl named Courtney. Who's Courtney? Is she your girlfriend?" she asked, grinning. I love little sisters, and Trisha is a great little sister, but she can be kind of a brat sometimes.
"She's not my girlfriend," I said. "I don't have a girlfriend, thanks so much for bringing it up. Now get out."
Trisha stuck her tongue out at me but left, shutting the door behind her. I took a couple deep breaths, wondering what reason Courtney could possibly have for calling me at home over Christmas break. I picked up the receiver carefully, trying not to let my nervousness show in my voice.
"Hello?" I said.
"Dennis?" she asked, sounding nervous herself, and I wondered what gauntlet my sister had put her through before announcing her call to me.
"Yeah. This is Courtney?"
"Yeah."
"What's up?"
"We did it!"
"Did what?" What was she talking about?
"Did you get your grades back yet? I got mine in the mail today, and I got a "B" in calculus! I was failing before and I got a "B!"
"Congratulations," I said. "You earned it, you know. You put in a lot of work."
"But I couldn't have done it without you. Thank you so much."
"No problem," I said.
"We need to celebrate," Courtney said, and I nearly choked.
"Celebrate?"
"Yep. We're going to paint the town red. Or something. Do you have plans over the rest of break?"
Did I have plans? Let's see... my family always visits relatives, and generally a couple cousins from out of town stay with us for a few days. My dad and I almost always spend some time up at the family cabin and usually some friends and I go ice fishing.
"No. No plans." I said. No plans that couldn't be cancelled, I should have said.
"Great! I'll give you a call sometime, okay?"
"Sure," I said, wondering how I could be so lucky. Two calls from Courtney O'Keefe... I was in heaven.
"Okay, thanks again Dennis. I gotta go. Bye!"
"Bye," I said, and sighed contentedly as I the connection went dead as Courtney hung up.
As it turned out, Courtney was true to her word and did call, and the two of us ended up going out to see a movie and have dinner. It would have been a perfect date, except in the back of my mind I knew Courtney was only doing this as a payment of sorts, for me helping her with her math. Still, I didn't mind, and was as courteous and gallant as I imagined all her boyfriends were, holding doors open for her, pushing her chair in to the table. I even brought her a single red rose.
"Thanks," she said, smiling as I presented it to her. "It's beautiful." Before I could say anything, Courtney leaned across the car seat and gave me a small kiss on the cheek.
"No problem," I stammered, my collar instantly too tight in the suddenly hot car. In reality the windows were frosted over and I could see my breath, but with all the blood in my body rushing to my face, it was no wonder I was warm. I'm sure I was blushing madly. It's not every day Courtney O'Keefe kisses me.
"You're cute when you're nervous," she said, smiling at me as she leaned against the door.
Thankfully no more was said on the subject, and the rest of the evening was a stunning success. Courtney, as I'd found out while tutoring her, was a fun, easygoing and altogether nice person. Unlike every other girl I'd had a crush on, I found myself, for the most part, able to behave like a normal human being around Courtney. Whether I was getting older or for some other reason, I felt perfectly comfortable around her.
All through the movie I couldn't help but be aware of Courtney, sitting beside me in the dark theater. I could smell her perfume over the odor of stale popcorn and sticky candy, and found it nearly intoxicating. Our fingers met once in the tub of popcorn. Courtney giggled as our fingers bumped together, slippery from the butter, and squeezed my hand.
My cock was instantly hard in my pants, and I was thankful for the cover the popcorn provided, although I was ever aware of just how close Courtney's hand was to my prick as she reached for another handful of popcorn. I held my breath, hoping my condition escaped her noticed, breathing an audible sigh of relief as she moved away.
"You okay?" she asked, concern and confusion in her eyes.
"I'm fine," I whispered back. "Just having a good time."
"Good," she said, smiling and leaning toward me. "Me too."
My heart was pounding in my chest as Courtney leaned against me. I fought the urge to put my hand around her shoulder, content to feel the soft curls of her hair against my cheek. I remember nothing of the movie, all my attentions were focused on the beautiful creature to my right.
"I had a wonderful time tonight," Courtney said as I dropped her off. I had offered to walk her to the door, a gentleman to the end.
"So did I," I answered quickly, pleased at her happy smile. "Well... I... you probably need to get inside," I fumbled, trying to find a graceful way to say goodnight. "It's pretty cold out here."
"I suppose," she said, sounding unconvinced. "I guess I'll see you after break, right?" she asked, and I wondered for a moment if that was a hopeful look in her eye, but passed it off as a trick of my imagination.
"You will," I answered, turning to leave. "Have a good night."
"Wait," she called after me, and I turned. To my surprise, she leaned against me and her lips brushed mine. I felt a jolt in my groin and my head started spinning as we held the kiss for a moment before she finally broke away. "Thanks again," she giggled softly and spun around to head inside.
I watched as Courtney turned once and waved good night before shutting the door behind her. She had kissed me! Me! I felt like I was walking on air as I returned to the car, mumbling to myself, my mind buzzing at what had just happened.
"No problem," I said. "No problem at all."
I was sitting at the kitchen table a month later when the phone rang. Trisha ran to answer it and returned shortly with a smug smile on her face.
"It's for you," she said, rather more loudly than necessary. "It's your girlfriend!"
"Oh?" my mother asked, interested at the sound of that. "I didn't know you had a girlfriend, Dennis."
"Brat," I yelled as I hurried to the phone. "I don't have a girlfriend. Hello?" I said as I picked up the receiver.
"Hey, Dennis. It's Courtney, your non-girlfriend." I wanted to die, I couldn't believe she'd heard, but she laughed.
"Ugh. Sorry about that."
"It's okay. Hey, the reason I called is I wondered what you were doing this weekend."
"Nothing," I said without thinking. Again, I have no plans that can't be cancelled for Courtney.
"Cool. I saw the news about the Ice Palace on television last night and I want to go. Take me there? Be my date?" she asked. "I won't tell anyone. Wouldn't want word to get out that you took a girl somewhere," she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice as she said it.
"Uh... sure."
We talked for a little while and then hung up. I sat there in the hallway for a moment, stunned at my turn of good fortune. Whatever it was that Courtney saw in me that kept her coming back for more... I wasn't going to complain.
"Who was it?" my mom asked, popping out of the kitchen on her way to the living room.
"That? Courtney called, she wants me to take her to the Winter Carnival."
"Oh... really?" my mom asked cryptically, typical of her. I rolled my eyes as usual.
"Yes. Why?"
"Oh... nothing. Nothing."
Sighing, I went to my room and shut the door behind me.
Thankfully, the next few days went by in a rush, and before I knew it I was once again knocking on Courtney's door. I heard the sound of footsteps from inside and shortly the door opened, and I gasped.
Courtney was decked out in the tightest pair of white tights I'd ever seen. Every curve of her body, the swell of her hips and buttocks, nothing was left to my imagination. She had topped it with a pale blue ski jacket that looked two sizes too big for her. She turned to close the door and my cock was instantly hard in my pants as I realized the crack of her ass was clearly visible through her tights. If she was wearing panties I certainly couldn't tell.
Unfortunately Courtney caught my eye as she turned back around.
"What?" she asked, looking down at her clothing. "Something wrong?"
"Uh... no! Nothing's wrong. Aren't... aren't you going to be kind of cold?" I asked, stunned when she wrapped her arms around my right arm and pulled me tight.
"You'll just have to keep me warm, won't you?" she asked.
"Sure," I stammered, blushing deeper as she kissed my cheek.
I was right though, it was bitter cold this Saturday, and standing in line for three hours to get inside the Ice Palace didn't help matters. Tired of braving the icy cold winds and quarter of a million people who had invaded downtown St. Paul, we cut out of line and ran for one of the heated tents along the ice sculptures.
"Holy crap it's cold!" Courtney said as she rubbed her arms for warmth.
"Are you okay?" I asked as we stood in line for a cup of cocoa. "You look kind of blue!" She didn't look comfortable at all, and her teeth chattered as she shook her head.
"Cold," she said.
"You should have worn something a little heavier than those tights," I pointed out.
"They're supposed to be insulated," she protested as we looked for a seat. Because of the cold the heat tent was practically full, and I finally managed to find two empty chairs, but before we got there, someone grabbed one.
"Rats," I muttered, looking around for another empty spot, but Courtney took my hand and pulled me back.
"It's okay," she said, pushing me ahead of her. "You sit down, I'll sit on your lap."
I nodded and dropped to the chair, thankful to be sitting after so many hours of standing in line. Before I could ready myself, Courtney had plopped down on my lap, and I fought the urge to moan as I felt the soft cheeks of her ass come in contact with my lap.
We sat there a moment, drinking our cocoa, while I tried to think of anything to keep my mind of the beautiful girl in my lap. State capitals, multiplication tables, counting backwards from a hundred... and it might have worked if not for what happened next.
"Rub my legs?" she asked, turning her head to look back at me. "I'm really cold."
"Sure," I said and put my cup down on the table. I took my gloves off and started briskly rubbing the taut muscles in Courtney's legs, rubbing up and down, trying to get the blood circulating again. As I prodded and massaged, Courtney squirmed in my lap, and I felt the globes of her ass rubbing over my cock, which predictably sprang to attention.
I was mortified, but had nowhere to go, so continued on as if nothing was wrong, hoping she wouldn't notice.
But really, how could she not, as my cock poked up against her butt through what had to be the thinnest pair of tights in the universe? Suddenly she squirmed more forcefully against me, as she settled the crack of her ass right on top of my erection.
"Mmm," she moaned and I felt the muscles in her legs begin to loosen, finally warmed from my rubbing and the heat of the tent. "That feels really good," she said, and for a moment I wondered if she was talking about my hands or my dick.
Down boy, I thought to myself, but it was no use. I realized I was getting a bit warm myself, and could feel the heat of her pussy through my jeans. I was thankful she was facing away from me, for I'm sure my face was beet red with embarrassment. Fortunately we were back in a corner of the tent by the heat blower, and no one was paying us the least bit of attention.
Suddenly Courtney shivered, and pulled my hands off her legs, and I thought I was busted for sure.
"Your hands are cold," she said.
"Sorry. I'll get my gloves," I answered, thankful that this was the extend of her complaint.
"I've got a better idea," she said, unzipping her coat. Before I realized what was happening, Courtney had pulled my right hand inside her coat, and I found myself with a firm handful of a soft breast, trapped in place by her hands. I'm sorry to say I didn't... ahem... handle it very well.
"What?" I cried out, drawing some attention from other heat seekers in the tent. "What are you doing?" I whispered, lowering my voice.
"I'm warming up your hand," she answered, grinning at my discomfort, and I felt her hips grind against mine, forcing my cock more firmly against her warm pussy. "Do you mind?"
"No, but..."
"Good," she interrupted, turning to kiss me on the nose. She squeezed my hand, and I groaned as I felt the firm flesh of her tit under my fingers.
At last, Courtney seemed to have had enough, and released my hand. I pulled away as quickly as I could, still trying to be discreet about what was going on between us. I could still feel the heat of her nipple against my palm.
"Ready for the other one?" she asked, startling me.
"What?"
"Your other hand. Isn't it cold, too?"
"Courtney, I..."
"Is it or isn't it?"
"Yes, but..."
"No "but" Dennis, it needs to be warmed up. Give me your hand," she said, and I knew that for whatever reason she was enjoying teasing me, but on the whole I found it an immensely satisfying way to be teased, and I gladly surrendered my left hand to its punishment. It was quickly inside her coat, her other breast filling my hand.
Courtney moaned at the contact and I gave a tentative squeeze. If all else failed, I knew I would have months and months of jack-off material after this experience! To my surprise, Courtney pressed herself against me more tightly, and I could only sit there in stunned wonder as the two of us sat there together.
It seemed like the blink of an eye, but was more likely a few minutes, but however long we sat there was too short, in my mind.
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Katherine stepped into her elegant living room and took a book from the shelf. She sat in a plush lounge chair, specifically selecting a chair in the back corner of the room next to an old dumbwaiter that was once used to ferry delicious meals from the downstairs kitchen to the dining room table. She planned to read the book for a short while, but she already knew her attention would soon be diverted. Tonight the dumbwaiter would once again be placed into service, except this time it would be...
Hi friends, indru tamil kama kathaiyil en sontha thangaiyai epadi oothen endra kudumba tamil kama kathaiyai ungal idam pagirugiren. Vaarungal tamil kama kathaikul selalam, en peyar prathap vayathu 28 aagugirathu. Enaku oru thangi irukiraal aval peyar mala vayathu 26 aagugirathu, avaluku innum thirumanam seiya vilai Avaluku thirumanam seithu vaikum alavirku engal idam ipozhuthu panam ilai, loan apply seithu atharkaaga kathukondu irukirom. Naan oru kama veriyan eppozhuthu pen kidaikum avargalai...
Hi friends, indru kathaiyil en nanbanai kathal seithu emathiriya pennai ootha kathaiyai ungal idam pagirugiren. En tamil kathaiyai inaiya thalathil pathivu seithatharku nandri, en peyar pradeep vayathu 21 aagugirathu. En nanbanai oru pen kathal seithu matter mudinthathum kayati vitu vitaal, athanaal naan avalai usar seithu hardcore seiyanum endru mudithu seithen. En nanban enaku nanban endru kanbithukolamal aval idam muthal muthalil pesi pazhaga aarambithen. Aval pathini pola en idam nadika...
Hi friends, indru tamil kama kathaiyil en kanavanuku theriyamal ilamaiyaana kaal kathalanai eppadi love seithen endra kathaiyai ungal idam pagirugiren. Vaarungal tamil kama kathaikul selalam, enathu peyar jaya vayathu 36 agugirathu. Enaku thirumanam aagi oru paiyan irukiraan pinbu en kanavanuku vayathu 42 agugirathu. Naan santhoshamaaga thaan vaazhnthu vanthukondu irunthen, naan oru teacheraaga velai paarthu varugiren. Naan velai seiyum classku arugil oru veedu irukirathu, antha veetil oru...
Hi friends, indru sex kathaiyil auntyai usar seithu eppadi matter adithen enbathai ungalidam pagirugiren. En peyar Seenu. Vayathu 21 aagugirathu. Naan ithu naal varai entha penaiyum sex seithathu kidaiyaathu. Naan engineering padithu varugiren, enathu nanbargal oru naal theaterku ennai azhaithaargal. Naangal neraga bar seithu saraku adithom, appozhuthu bagubali padam oodi kondu irunthathu. Naangal oru gramathil irukum theaterku sendru irunthom. Angu pothuvaga pengal athigam vara matargal,...
Hai friends, indru kathaiyil ilamaiyaana paiyan goa sendru massage seiyum pennai eppadi matter seithaan enbathai ungalidam pagirugiraan. Vaarungal tamil kama kathaikul selalam, en peyar rishi vayathu 25 aagugirathu. En nanbargaludan anaivarum goa sendru irunthom, angu sendru saraku adithu kondu pengalai sight adithu kondu irunthom. Haaaaaaaa suma sola kudathu, goavil pengal anaivarum sexiyaaga irunthaargal. Paarkave sexiyaaga irunthathu, sila pengal mulaiyai nandraaga bra aninthu kondu kanbithu...
Ippozhuthu naan kalluriyil iruthi aandu padithu varugiren, enathu peyar kamal vayathu 23. Naan niraiya vibachaarigalai panam koduthu oothu irukiren. Aanal en vaazhvile sexyaaga thevidiyaavai eppadi oothen enbathai intha il ungalidam solla aasai padugiren. Naan chennaiyil oru thaniyaar kalluriyil padithu varugiren. Vibachaara pathumaigal endraal enaku miga pidikum, athilum sexyaaga irukum pathumaigalai ooka manam kenjum. En veetil konjam pana vasathi irupathaal maathathirku 4 muraiyaavathu...
Hi friends, en peyar Meenachi, vayathu 35 aagugirathu. Enaku iru pasangal irukiraargal, avargal schoolku sendru kondu irukiraargal. En kanavanuku 45 vayathu aagugirathu. Ippozhuthu ellam en kanavan ennai sex seivathe ilai naan eppozhuthum iravil en kanavna udan sex seiyalam endru ninaikum pozhuthu avar asanthu poi thungi vidugiraar. Intha vayathil thaan enaku athigamaaga moodu erugirathu, pengal 35 vayathil irunthu 40 vayathu varai thanga mudiyaatha kuthi aripu ear padum. Avargal athai...
Hi friends, en peyar Meenachi, vayathu 35 aagugirathu. Enaku iru pasangal irukiraargal, avargal schoolku sendru kondu irukiraargal. En kanavanuku 45 vayathu aagugirathu. Ippozhuthu ellam en kanavan ennai sex seivathe ilai naan eppozhuthum iravil en kanavna udan sex seiyalam endru ninaikum pozhuthu avar asanthu poi thungi vidugiraar. Intha vayathil thaan enaku athigamaaga moodu erugirathu, pengal 35 vayathil irunthu 40 vayathu varai thanga mudiyaatha kuthi aripu ear padum. Avargal athai...
Indru tamil kama kathaiyil ilamaiyaana magalum pinbu vithavai ammavaiyum eppadi usar seithu matter poten endru ungaluku solugiren. Suvarasiyam athigam irukum kama kathaikul selalam vaarungal, en peyar karthik. En veethiiyil oru pen ilamaiyaaga sexiyaaga irupaal, avalai thinamum sight adithu kondu irupen. Thinamum aval kalluri sendru varum pozhuthu iru velaiyilum sight adika arambithu viduven. Aval peyar nandhini vayathu 21 irukum, avaluku veetil aan thunai kidaiyaathu. Veetil oru amma iru...
Sharon's Journey Part VIII - Over the Rainbow The Sunday after Labor Day, the restaurant was jammed. Carol Anne had only been back a week, and had been complaining that things had slowed down just as she got back, so everyone on the staff made sure they made a comment. "Busy enough for ya?" Christina asked when Carol Anne ventured into the kitchen. "Sure is slow, isn't it?" Janelle called when she came back out. "I hope theengs peek up a leetle," Maurice smirked as he...
After leaving Brian, as Leia walked the two blocks to her house, she realized she felt horny and high. She had always felt this way "after", but never to this extent. She could feel her pulse throbbing, and the colors around her were even brighter than she could recall. She made an excuse to her mother as she hurried up to her room, where she locked the door. Leia tossed the Snapple down on the bed, kicked off her sandals, and slid of her jeans and panties. She fell down on the bed and...
I was creeping in Atlanta rush hour traffic, desperate to get home. It had been a long day. All I wanted was to get on my couch and watch ‘Blue Bloods’. It was sweltering hot, my car thermometer read ninety-eight degrees. I had the air condition on full blast. It didn’t really stop the sun from beating down on my skin. I was sick of the stop and go traffic on the connector. “Come on people.” I yelled, honking my horn. I had a major presentation at work and I didn’t think I did too well on...
Sometimes, egos are good things. You can ride high on the wave of a growing ego, but you better watch for the breakers at the shore! This is a long story of how I built my ego up, flaunted it around, and then crashed back to reality.=== Tammy:My wife met Michael at an infamous "Sue and Lyle" house party. He is a smaller dark-skinned man with a giant cock. At five-feet-six-inches, he was only a couple inches taller than my wife. His cock may, in fact, be longer than mine, but on his frame, it...
TrueSometimes, egos are good things. You can ride high on the wave of a growing ego, but you better watch for the breakers at the shore! This is a long story of how I built my ego up, flaunted it around, and then crashed back to reality.=== Tammy:My wife met Michael at an infamous "Sue and Lyle" house party. He is a smaller dark-skinned man with a giant cock. At five-feet-six-inches, he was only a couple inches taller than my wife. His cock may, in fact, be longer than mine, but on his frame, it...
TrueNote : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...
Incest13 Genders: Gender 3 By Monsta My name is Aubrey Lawson, and I am a 32 year old woman. Well, I still consider myself a woman, if that means anything. I'm not exactly female in the traditional sense of course, but our society is still very much framed in the old gender binaries despite, well, everything. In any case, I was a woman before all this started and I still look like a woman now, so, I guess I choose to continue to be a woman. For the past 6 years I've been working as an...
Mother Ethel always enjoyed the short walk to the train station. It was beautiful Autumnal morning and Mother Ethel took the opportunity to walk to the train station as she knew that she had a very busy day ahead. Those that saw Mother Ethel along the way bowed reverently,they knew that Mother Ethel was a Nun of the Monastery of Repentance and when a Nun or a Monk walked past it was polite to bow, for many knew what the Nun's and Monk's of the Monastery were capable of. As Mother Ethel strolled...
PLEASURE ISLAND: THE POOLSIDE ENCOUNTER Chapter 3B Wendy/Wendell? Tells You How It Is Both? You spin the word around in the hazy glow of your mind blowing orgasm with a strange blonde man that took you from an alley, bound you, and then fucked you. He'd just taken your virginity (at least in this body) by rape. Instead of outrage all that you could feel was the mixture of your cum and his mixing as it trickled out of your now used pussy. The only regret that you had was not giving your...
13 Genders: Gender 1 By Monsta I watched as the barista wrote my name on a cup with a worn out sharpie. The cup wasn't the size I had asked and paid for, but since it was a bigger size I didn't mention it. Aside from the free size upgrade, I was also grateful she spelled Olivia correctly. I've never seen Olivia spelled with an "e" outside of Starbucks. In fact, I'm fairly sure one time I got a cup with a "k" in my name somewhere. As I watched the young olive skinned woman go about...
So we went at a nice hotel in town, just a night away for a dinner and some fun. Away from home and the routine. We Rented a suite on the 10th floor and intended to just relax away the day and night We checked out the bar and took a seat in a leather ensconsed booth which was very cozy and private. I got a couple of drinks from, and made some small talk with the bartender. A nice guy about 25 yrs. old. It was early, about 4pm and we had the place to ourselves As I sat in our booth I noticed him...
Naan oru niruvanathi velai paarthu varugiren, en peyar vignesh vayathu 26, ippozhuthu kumbakonathil vasithu velai paarthu varugiren. En udan neraiya pengal velai paarthu varuvargal, aanal athil oru pen matum sexyaaga irupaal aval peyar meena vayathu 36 irukum. Ival oru kaama very pen eppozhuthum mulaiyai perthaaga kanbithu kondu irupaal. Ivalin mulaiyai paarthu mayangaatha aangale illai, avalavu sexyaaga irukum ivalin idupu sirithaaga irupathaal suuthu mulai sexyaga irukum. Ivalin udal vadivam...
Vanakam. Enathu peyar Kathir vayathu 25 naan pudhukottaiyil vasithu varugiren enaku velinaatil 3 maathangaluku vellai paarthu vittu ippozhuthu sontha uuril irukiren enathu gramathil niraiya thopugal irukum angu niraiya thena marangalum irukum. Enathu gramathil azhagana ilam pengal niraiya irupaargal veedugal ondraaga irukum thopugal uurai thali irukum aanal anaivaru ingu vanthu kaathu vaanga aasai paduvar. Enathu veetil naan oruvarn mattum thaan ithuvarai naan 7 pengalai currect seithu oothu...
Dot, Dorothea, and Dick Chapter One Dear sister: I found this letter among some others, scrolled up and tied with purple ribbon, in a chest belonging to our great grandfather. The name Charles has belonged to several in our family line, but I believe I know the one who received and saved this letter, and kept it preserved for so many years. I believe the letter speaks for itself, so I will now offer it up to you. Dearest Charles: I hope this missive finds you in such good...
After over two hours of holding the same position in the cold afternoon air Harriet was beginning to regret not taking advantage of Gwendoline's kindness in getting her out of the assignment. It was not a comfortable pose at all, involving as it did keeping one foot raised almost off the ground with only the tip of her big toe on the ground and almost all her weight on the other. One hand was resting lightly on her hip and the other touching her breast, which Jim assured her looked fine...
(An Incestuous Harem Story) Chapter Two: Therapist's Incestuous Treatment By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! Session 12 with Mercedes Daniels I kissed my patient, Mercedes Daniels, with hunger, my body burning from telling her about my earlier romp with my husband. My brother. Clint had come in here and fucked me and my previous patient, a naughty mother I was guiding into seducing her son. Mercedes Daniels shuddered as I pressed atop her...
"To: Mothers' Group with Transgender Interest" by Princess Pervette Seen on alt.transgendered: It happened to us. What a surprise. Despite all the tests and pills and MD guarantees, when the stork arrived...he delivered a baby boy. We were shocked and very disappointed. We found out through the net a number of couples and single parents have faced the same situation but find it difficult to deal with. We also found out that the disappointment need...
The window air conditioner started squealing around 3am, and it woke me up. I went over and banged on it a few times and it seemed to stop. I crawled back into bed and my wife Tina snuggled up to me from behind and draped her arm over me. "We need to get that replaced," she mumbled sleepily. "Yeah," I said, "I'll probably head to Home Depot tomorrow and..." She interrupted me and said, "Don't worry about it hun. I'll take care of it." She gave me a kiss on my neck, just under my...
Our Last Day of School. I can’t believe it. This is my last day of school, I thought, not sure how I felt now that the long awaited day was here. Stepping out into the beautiful sunny afternoon, heading toward the group of waiting yellow school buses I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad school was finished. Throughout High School like a ship at sea, I had plotted my course, studying hard. However, the Scholarship that many felt I had rightfully won had somehow ended up going to one of...
Theatrical Addendum.If you have been following the 'Theatrical' series you will be familiar with the characters in this add on, if not I suggest you catch up first.I had one small diversion whilst I was on my own, one night I decided to make another trip to the theatre where it all started, I invited Mary and must confess to being a little disappointed when she agreed, there was no cancellation this night as we took our seats to watch a tribute band thrashing it out on stage, we were only one...
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...
My Golden Summer with Blythe – Part 2 Josh’s childhood dream girl visits him in San Francisco. The Return of Blythe Coming from a small farming community, San Francisco proved to be everything Josh had ever imagined – and then some. He loved the freewheeling atmosphere – the friendliness – in short, he fell in love with the city by the Bay. Because of early retirements, and dedication to his work, he had advanced much quicker than he had ever expected. Arriving at his chic little Apartment...
Panther Girl of Gor: an alternative ending by 'Archer' Cordellian: So, I've always felt that the most flattering thing a writer can possibly hope for with her work is to find that some of her readers are inspired enough by the stories to try their own hand at adding to the existing body of work, either through art (my wonderful collaborator, ChloeK) or, as in this case, Archer's fan-fic writing. I'm obviously someone who is very much in favour of fan-fic. One of the very first...
Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...
Hi friends! My name is Divine and I’m here with another story and I hope you will like this one. This happened last week. I’m in last year of my graduation and fortunately, I have a girlfriend since second year. So, coming to the story. The name of the girl in this story is Vaishnavi. She is my girlfriend’s bestfriend and they are like sisters. One day, my girlfriend and I were casually talking and I asked my her to have sex with me. But she said I won’t do it till marriage. I tried to convince...
So while we were having coffee's etc, they invited me to visit them the following weekend, they were happy to host and went on the say they had built a play room in the loft of the house and wanted to share it , adding that they both wanted to delve deeper into the whole b.d.s.m world, if i have learnt anything over the years its best to find out as much as possible about what people want ?what a person says can differ so much in real life, so with that in mind i reminded them both that they...
So having had my fill of him so to speak, we chilled out for a while having coffee etc, they explained that they tried to dom each other in turn as they both felt they were sub but found it just did not work for them, they needed someone in their lives who did not have the emotional attachment as they put it and could deal with them accordingly. so about a hour or so had passed and i said to them both that she would be next , her face was a picture , she instantly began the blush and looked...
Southend is a coastal town on the essex coastline, i received a message on my contact advert i'd had running somewhere that they were a sub bi couple and wanted to explore their submissive feelings in a safe environment, i useally the guy tends to make contact in the first instancebut i always insist in talking to the female half to confirm that they are a couple regardless , not just some guy getting his jollys etc, i spoke breifly with her, for any first meeting she said she would rather just...
part 3Next day began with rain once more hammering on the window as the lift chuntered as it fetched up the two caretakers Dee and Dum. The shorter one bearing coffee and a plated breakfast each which the girl and myself gobbled down hungrily. The smaller man who to our surprise we now knew spoke English and whatever the girl spoke as well, was left on his own with us, and produced two huge bottles of juice, whispering conspiratorially that he had seen how we had been treated and, knowing they...
I have always dreamed of fucking my mom and her mom ,my nephews mother I want to fuck her two. For years they have filled my spank bank and made me shoot gallons of cum, unfortunately not inside eather one.My best friend from c***dhood, well his mother is no different as far as my cock is concerned. And to fuck her is not as good as sex with my own mother, but it is the next best thing. Especially the way I fucked her. I mean the way we fucked her. Well I guess I mean the way me and my best...
I feel that I should include what happens between the time that the kids are living in their nuclear families next door to each other and when they feel the need to run away from Child Protective services. How did they wind up in CPS, and why did they feel they needed to run away? And exactly when did they start ... um ... discussing quantum physics? Under Arrest 3:11 P.M., Friday, May 15, 2015 Honolulu, HI And it’s a good thing they got back together, because soon they will have nobody...
Hi, readers, I’m back here after the overwhelming response to my first sex story published as “Brother’s Best friend”. This sex story is a continuation part of the previous sex story. I’m Rishi, 23yr old, brownish guy. I’m 168cm tall, mid figure guy. Whereas Sahil is 26 yr, old fair guy? He is 6 feet tall, hefty gym-toned guy, with an 8-inch thick cock and huge hanging balls. Let’s get started with the second erotic session which happened that day. After my erotic blowjob session to my...
Gay MaleChapter 11: Althea, the School Girl The infernal screeching of the alarm clock awoke Cal from his reverie. He had been up for about a half-hour, but he had only been lying in bed next to the love of his life. Althea's arms were still clutched about him as he stealthily clicked the snooze button, assuming that it was six o' five in the morning, his usual waking time during the school week. He had been thinking long and hard about the previous two nights. Evan... what have you become? He...
edited by Master Ken Wednesday, September 4th, 2013 "Hi, I am Miss Blythe," I said to my class, writing my name on the whiteboard with a red dry-erase marker. "I will be your World History teacher." It was the first day of the new school year and, as I launched into the course syllabus, my thoughts kept drifting to that day in June at the end of the last term, when my Living God, the Holy Mark Glassner, walked into this very classroom and changed my very outlook on life. I didn't know...
The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...
Lainey’s fingers dashed across the phone screen. She hit send on her message and began to type out another lengthy response before Dylan could reply. That bastard had spent the better part of her shift at the coffee shop arguing with her over text. The fact that she was now driving home did not stop the argument. It was now in full swing now.Lainey had called him out for flirting with his coworker. She found the text messages to prove it. Of course, she should not have been snooping in his...
SpankingHi friends, indru kathaiyil en udan kalluri paditha thozhiyai mendum oru murai usar seithu avalai ootha kathaiyai ungalidam pagirugiren. Vaarungal tamil kama kathaikul selalam, en peyar mani vayathu 26 aagugirathu. Thirumana vayathil irukum enaku mendum oru murai en pazhaya thozhi udan pesum vaaipu kidaithathu. Ippozhuthu kathaiyai sovatharku munathaaga naangal kalluri padikum pozhuthu pazhagiya natpai ungalidam solugiren. Appozhuthu enaku vayathu 20 thaan aagiyathu, naan kalluriyil civil dept...
Hi friends, indru kathaiyil en udan kalluri paditha thozhiyai mendum oru murai usar seithu avalai ootha kathaiyai ungalidam pagirugiren. Vaarungal tamil kama kathaikul selalam, en peyar mani vayathu 26 aagugirathu. Thirumana vayathil irukum enaku mendum oru murai en pazhaya thozhi udan pesum vaaipu kidaithathu. Ippozhuthu kathaiyai sovatharku munathaaga naangal kalluri padikum pozhuthu pazhagiya natpai ungalidam solugiren. Appozhuthu enaku vayathu 20 thaan aagiyathu, naan kalluriyil civil dept...
Preface: I apologise for posting a second unfinished story here (the other being 'Model') but this is another story that I made good progress with and then due to pressure of work have had to stop temporarily. If you like this, or Model please let me know - it will help me decide which one to finish first (or even to start another one). Mrs Cavendish by Paula Hanson (email: [email protected]) Prologue I left school that hot summer three years ago. I was only sixteen at...
As he approached one of the hall's long mirrors he stopped to inspect himself. It was a familiar sight, the flowing, billowy French maid outfit surrounding his body. His arms and legs were outlined in silky, white stockings and arm-gloves. He wore pearl earrings and the lacy white collar around his neck was adorned with a beautiful pendant. It was a gift from mother that he wore every day, without fail. Jon's painted red lips and neatly applied eyeliner and blush were evidence that he was...