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Even with the air conditioner running full blast, the late July heat seemed to filter through the walls. Every time one of the children opened or closed the door to the rear yard, Gail felt the heat hit her back. Maybe she shouldn't have started this project today. The chemical sizing used in the fabric during the weaving process was beginning to sting her eyes. However, Mrs. Wagner wanted the denim skirt to wear to the big dance on Saturday night and was willing to pay for the rush job. Gail could certainly use the extra money. The electric bill would be a killer this month and next month's bill would be even higher.
One of the children stood beside the sewing machine tapping her on the shoulder, "Miss Gail, Miss Gail, Bobby fell down. His knee is bleeding."
Turning off the machine, Gail stood to tend to yet another minor emergency. "Okay, I'm coming. Let's go see about Bobby's knee."
"Miss Gail, why is blood red?"
Gail chuckled at the child's simple question. "I guess so we can see it easily and fix the place it's coming out of."
After the ritual of comforting a crying four-year-old, Gail washed, applied a spray-on antibiotic, and rewarded Bobby's injury with a blue adhesive bandage. She sent all five children back to the rear yard for a few more minutes so they could forget the injury. Their energetic play would tire them and she might get all of them to take a good afternoon nap.
As she closed the door, she noticed a long, silver Crown Victoria stop at the neighbor's house. She had finished sewing the back seam of the denim skirt when the front doorbell rang. It was so much a part of her concern for the children's safety that she automatically turned off the sewing machine when she left it that she did it without thinking and went to the front door.
Children seem to have some kind of internal radar. As she opened the front door, five pairs of children's eyes stood behind Gail and heard the man on her front porch ask, "Gail Grove?"
Through the locked screen door, Gail spoke to the stranger, "Yes sir. I'm Gail Grove."
"Miss Grove, I'm Carlton Conyers. I have a few questions to ask you. May I come inside?"
"No sir. Can you tell me why you need to question me?"
"I'm a detective and..."
"Private or police?"
"Alright," the man nodded as he reached into his rear pocket and pulled out a leather wallet, opened it and held it up for her to see the badge and the identification.
Gail unlocked the screen door and held out her hand, "May I," indicating she wanted to hold the wallet.
As she examined his credentials, he examined her, from the top of her head covered with a cap of curly short brown hair, all the way down her slightly square face with somewhat sunken cheeks, dark brown eyes, and a narrow nose. He continued looking down the long slender neck, and broad shoulders, across the moderate-sized bust and the flat plane of her stomach. Neatly hemmed denim shorts covered her well rounded hips and half of the thighs of her long slender legs. She was wearing short socks and comfortable looking, well-worn walking shoes. His experience permitted him to guess her age was probably in her early twenties. She was about 5'8" and weighed about 115 to 125. This young woman was pretty in a plain way, not really beautiful and she had a serious look in her eyes, which indicated intelligence and a quick mind.
"You certainly are careful."
"I have to be." Gail answered looking down at the children collected around her. She opened the door wider for the man to walk into her house. Amid the questions the children were asking the detective, she smiled as she half-way listened to her little people discuss if he was with NYPD, did he have a gun, and why didn't he have lights on top of his car.
"Is this just one or two questions or longer?" Gail asked over the next child's voice questioning about why the policeman wasn't wearing a uniform.
"I'd like at least an hour of your time," the detective responded. He looked around the small living room as Gail watched and raised his eyebrows at all the children crowded around them.
Gail lifted her chin, "I'm legal," she nodded toward her framed license for a child care facility she kept on the wall beside the front door. She might have raised her hand to point toward the frame, but children clasped both hands firmly, tugging to get her attention. He turned his head and nodded.
Above the chattering of the children, Gail spoke to the man as he followed her through the house. "It won't get any quieter. You can come back in about an hour or you can wait. It will take less time, if you help."
He raised his voice above an argument over a red or a blue plastic plate Gail was handing out. "Help?"
"It's lunch time, Detective." Gail smiled and laughed lightly. "When they're chewing, they don't talk as much."
Getting all five children sitting down with their color coordinated plates, cups, and forks, and then dishing out small chunks of fruit, cheese, and meat sticks took more time than Carlton could have imagined. Before he realized it, his suit jacket was off and he was showing five pairs of wide eyes a gun hanging from his shoulder holster and talking about gun safety. A few minutes later, he was reviewing a few often repeated phrases from a children's stranger danger video he remembered giving to his sister.
As she worked at getting all the children fed, Gail occasionally glanced at Detective Carlton Conyers to examine him, much as he had done to her when he walked in the front door. He looked taller than the six foot two inch height shown on his identification. Perhaps it was because he seemed to fill so much of the small kitchen with his broad shoulders and muscular build. Yet, he moved with the ease of a man younger than his physical age, which she knew from his identification, was forty-three. His closely cut dark hair was beginning to show a small amount of executive gray at the temples. His dark brown eyes were quick and observant of everything happening around him.
After seeing him bend over to add more fruit to one of the children's plates, Gail turned back to filling a small cup with juice. She was smiling thinking about how his suit pants fit across his tight butt.
Then restroom breaks, washing hands, ten small feet were going down the hall to the middle bedroom. Another fifteen minutes of a short story and the children grew quiet and were soon falling asleep.
When she was back in the kitchen, Carlton had the table cleared and the dishes in the sink. Without showing surprise, Gail commented, "I imagine your wife is a very lucky woman. How many children do you have?"
"I'm not married, Miss Grove. I have a grown niece and a nephew in college. My experience with small children was a long time ago."
"Gail, please," she requested, dispensing with the formality of using her last name.
"Thank you, Gail. Now, can you answer a few questions?"
"Fire away," Gail blushed at the double entendre. "Ah ... yes, I can answer your questions, now. Coffee?" she asked as she pointed at the coffeepot and picked up her cup.
She wasn't surprised that her hands were slightly shaking. The man was crowding her personal space, as if he were doing it intentionally. He stood beside her, his hip nearly touching the counter top beside the coffee maker. When she reached for the coffee pot, he didn't move, not an inch. She barely avoided brushing his arm with the hot pot, and he seemed to know how nervous he was making her.
"Yeah, thanks," he answered easily. "I've already talked to a few of your neighbors." As Gail reached in the cabinet in front of her to remove a second coffee cup, the man's tone of voice did not change when his hand lightly brushed down her upper arm. "You're a very pretty woman."
Gail did not respond to the man's flirting, nor did she turn her head to look at him. Instead, she took her filled cup of coffee to the table and sat down.
Gail nodded when he asked, "Will all of the children go to sleep?" She did not look up when he asked, "How long does their nap usually last?"
"They usually sleep an hour, sometimes a little longer."
"That should give us enough time," Conyers replied moving his head to look down the hall toward the bedrooms.
Unaware that in her nervousness she had crossed one leg over the other and was slowly swinging her foot back and forth, the man moved a little nearer so that her foot brushed the leg of his pants. Tired of the man's flirting, Gail turned her head to look at him, "Detective Conyers, you said you have some questions?"
"Well, I am asking questions," he replied. "You don't like my questions? Darrell Johnson across the street didn't seem to mind my questions." He stood in front of her, his feet at shoulder width. If she looked straight ahead, she would see that he had the beginning of an erection.
Gail looked away from the detective and clenched her jaw, refusing to respond to the man's jibes. Darrell Johnson was not as subtle as Clayton Conyers was. Darrell had offered to fuck her until she screamed. On another occasion, he had promised a pussy licking that would make her eyes roll back in her head. He often sat on his front porch repeatedly running his hand down the back of a calico cat, which sat on his lap. He had told her he would be as gentle with her pussy as he was with his own little pussy cat. At least half of the times she walked out her front door, he was standing on his front porch slowly rubbing his hand up and down the front of his tight bicycle shorts under which he demonstrated his engorged erection, or something he had stuffed down his pants.
"Do my questions bother you, Gail?" Detective Conyers asked as he moved a chair away from the table so he could sit and look at Gail. He made a slow perusal of her, from her slowly swinging leg all the way up to the top of her head as he slowly licked his lips.
Gail sat up straight in her chair, uncrossed her legs, and looked at the man sitting beside her. She'd had enough of his intimidation. "Detective Conyers, you're not going to get anything from me I've already refused to give to Darrell Johnson. If you have specific questions, ask them, or please leave."
Relaxing against the back of his seat, he didn't bat an eye at her comment. Instead, he continued in the same tone of voice, "I need information about the people who live in the house next door."
"I thought that was why you are here. What do you want to know?"
Reaching into the pocket of his suit coat hanging on the back of the chair, Conyers brought out his notebook. He reviewed the number of times in the previous eighteen months when Gail had reported the sounds of a domestic disturbance. He allowed Gail to describe the appearance of the woman on the days following her reports including the two times Gail encouraged the woman to go to the hospital or to see her personal physician.
"What is the first date you can recall that you had not seen Cheryl Ramos?"
"Oh, let me think. I'm not sure I saw her after the last report. She had been over that night. She was limping so badly she could hardly walk. I wanted her to call 9-1-1 for an ambulance, but she didn't want to go to the hospital. I think she stayed over here about an hour and was holding her stomach the whole time. I saw him the next morning, I think, but I don't recall seeing her after that night."
"You said you asked Tony Ramos where Cheryl was."
"Yes, I sort of lied. I told him she left her glasses at my house and I wanted to give them back to her."
"Glasses. Reading glasses?"
"Yes, she wore glasses to read. She bought two or three pair at a time at the drug store and was forever leaving them lying around and then forgetting to take them home with her."
"Did she actually leave her glasses over here that night?"
"Not that night, but I had some she had left on another day. I just used that as an excuse to ask about her."
"Did you always ask about her or see her the day after one of their fights?"
"Usually. I was just letting him know whatever he was doing to her wasn't going unnoticed."
"What did he tell you?"
"Oh, well ... I have to use the words he said, I guess." Conyers nodded and Gail said, "He told me, 'I finally got rid of that lying cunt.' He said some other things, but it came down to a story that she was being unfaithful with his brother and he told her to go to him, or to go live with her sister."
Conyers continued questioning Gail to determine if she knew, or had met Tony's brother, Cheryl's sister, or any other family members or knew where any of them lived.
"I'm sorry, I don't. In fact, I didn't even know she had a sister. She didn't talk about any of her family. We weren't close. I mean we might have a short conversation occasionally, mostly we just nodded, waved, or said hello when we were coming or going and one of us was somewhere we could see the other. Most neighbors are like that, I guess. It's not like when I was a lot younger and played with all the other kids in the neighborhood. Most of those people are gone now, except for Darrell Johnson across the street."
"Oh, you're saying you've lived here a long time?"
"Yes. My Mom and Papa owned this house when I was born. I've lived here all my life."
"And Darrell Johnson?"
"About the same, I guess. As long as I can remember, he's lived across the street."
"You don't like him?"
"I don't really dislike him, I just don't trust him."
"Has he ever done anything to cause you to distrust him?"
"Ha!" Gail exclaimed with sarcasm. "No, I shouldn't say that about him. I'm just not comfortable around him."
"Why?"
Blushing to the roots of her hair, Gail looked down at her fingers intertwined on her lap. "He's ah ... I guess the right word is lewd, or indecent. He has a filthy mouth. He and Cheryl would trade suggestive remarks across the street at each other. Any time they started what Cheryl called 'word fucking' each other, I'd leave the yard and bring the children inside."
"Word fucking?"
"Detective, I really don't want to repeat the things they said to each other."
"Okay, I guess I get the idea. Do you have any reason to believe there was anything other than verbal exchanges between them?"
Gail shook her head, "No, just the words they yelled at each other."
"Anything else you can remember?"
"Not really."
Although Gail did not tell the detective, she was almost glad Cheryl Ramos was gone. The verbal exchanges between the woman and Darrell Johnson were growing so ugly Gail was becoming concerned that the children she cared for might begin to repeat what they heard. It wasn't a daily exchange, yet it had grown more heated and their voices had increased until Gail had gone outside on several occasions to tell them to stop or she would call the police and report them for creating a public disturbance.
After the detective left, Gail rushed through the completion of the denim skirt and called Mrs. Wagner to come by for a hem measurement at her convenience. The woman had a very low hip on one side and wanted her skirt hem to appear to be straight when she stood still. Gail usually managed to adjust the waist of most skirts, but liked to make any additional adjustments before she sewed the hem. It was one of the reasons Mrs. Wagner paid Gail so well to make the clothing she wanted.
By the time the last child left on Friday afternoon, all Gail could think of was a hot shower, an hour to cool down, and chili cheese fries to go with a margarita. Even after telephone calls to a couple of friends, discovering they had other plans for the evening, her interest in the chili cheese fries had not waned. She put on a clean pair of jeans and a plain shirt then left for her favorite restaurant.
Rather than take up booth space in the crowded restaurant, Gail sat at one of the tall tables in the bar and ordered a margarita. When the waitress delivered the frozen drink, Gail asked for a double order of chili cheese fries with melted cheese plus sour cream and sliced jalapeno peppers on the side.
Using one of the four forks sticking out of the side of the serving dish, Gail picked up two long strips of crisply fried potato and allowed the chili to drip off the end, dredged it through the top of the mound of sour cream, then stuck the fork into a slice of pepper. Just as she pulled the slathered potatoes off the fork with her front teeth, a short glass with tinkling ice cubes was placed on the table beside her margarita.
"My God, Gail, what is that?"
Gail looked up to see Detective Carlton Conyers sitting down on the elevated stool beside her. She finished chewing the mouthful, swallowing a little sooner than she should have, and took a sip of her margarita.
"Chili cheese fries are my personal reward for the end of a tough week." She picked up one of the other forks and offered it to Carlton, "Try some."
As they ate, they talked, Carlton teasing Gail about doing everything herself and never asking anyone for help as she described her various jobs. She was a child care provider, seamstress, and part-time tutor for a few students at the nearby high school.
Half an hour later, Carlton was offering to order a second tray of chili cheese fries. Gail declined, but she did hold up her nearly empty glass and admitted that against her better judgment, she would drink a third margarita.
Gail's alcohol induced, slightly loosened tongue, allowed her to say, "I'm enjoying myself. You're not quite the asshole I thought you were."
Carlton laughed, "Yeah, I wasn't very nice to you."
"You tried to intimidate me."
Carlton lowered his voice, perhaps yielding to his own alcohol intake, "You frightened me. I was attracted to you. I didn't deal with that very well."
Without lifting her eyes to his, Gail asked quietly, "You 'were' attracted?"
"Don't go there, Gail. I'm enjoying myself, but I've probably ruined your chances of finding a man tonight, although, I've watched you sending 'Back Off' looks at every man in here. I'm too old for someone as young as you are."
"You're forty-three, that's not old."
He raised his eyebrows at her for remembering information on his identification. "You're right, but you're not even thirty yet. I like you, and yes, I'm attracted, but maybe we should leave it at that."
"Okay," Gail agreed and reached across the table for her purse. Carlton beat her to it, picking up her small handbag and deftly removing her keys from the small clip on the side. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"You've had a little too much to drink. I'm going to see you home." He stood, telling Gail to sit tight for just a minute. He tucked her handbag under his arm and walked across the room to a table where two men sat with a small group of women. The table had been making quite a bit of noise with their laughter, while Gail and Carlton ate and enjoyed their drinks. He tapped one of the men on the shoulder and handed him a key he removed from a key ring he took from his pocket.
When he returned to Gail's table, he helped her stand until she was steady on her feet and walked her to her car then drove to her house.
Once he had her inside her front door, he leaned over to look her in the eyes, "Are you going to be sick?"
"No, I might be a little tipsy, but I'm not that drunk. I'm just tired," she admitted as she leaned against the closet door. "How are you going to get home?"
He patted his shirt pocket, indicating his cell phone, which he had answered several times during the evening. "I'll call a black and white to pick me up."
Carlton put his hand on her shoulder to pull her forward, "Come on, let's get you to bed."
Gail raised her arm and jerked away, "Don't take care of me, Carlton."
"Don't be so damn independent, Gail." Carlton argued.
"Forget it, Carlton. You said to just 'leave it at that, ' so just leave me alone." She pushed against him trying to get away from the look in his eyes.
He tried to put his arms around her to stop her from struggling, at the same time she was pushing against him. "Don't fight me, Gail. Just let me get you to bed."
"I don't need help."
"Dammit!" Carlton exclaimed as he backed her against the wall, lowered his head, and kissed her. She struggled a moment longer then put her arms around his neck and kissed him back. His hand came from behind her back to hold her breast. Her hand moved down to his hip to hold him as he ground his erection against her pelvis. Her hands searched frantically for the buttons down the front of his shirt as his pulled up the front of her shirt and unsnapped the front of her bra.
Carlton's mouth found her breast and her hand moved to the fly of his pants and began to lower the zipper. The sounds they exchanged were groans and simple words, which meant more, right there, yes, or do that again.
"Fuck," Carlton put his hands on her shoulders and stepped back, holding himself away from her. "Go to bed, Gail." Ten seconds later, he was out her front door, telling her to lock up as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket.
Gail had only four children for the week. One of the mothers was on vacation. Wednesday, another mother called to report that her husband had the day off and she would not be bringing her twins that day. It meant there were only two children for the day.
When the doorbell rang, Gail opened her front door to find Detective Carlton Conyers standing on her front porch. Gail unlocked the screen door and took three steps back.
As Carlton opened the door and stepped inside the house, he said, "I have a few more questions, Gail. But first I need to apologize for the other night."
"It's my fault as much as yours. It's not a fair excuse, but I had too much to drink. Thank you for bringing me home."
"You're welcome." He looked around for a moment and asked, "Where's all the kids? I brought them some toy badges." He pulled his hand out of his coat pocket showing her five small plastic police badges.
Gail took the small badges and put them on the table beside the front door as she explained about the missing three and that the other two were taking a long nap. "Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"Sure," he agreed and followed her into the kitchen. "Have you heard from Cheryl Ramos?"
"No," Gail answered as she poured their coffee. "I haven't talked to Tony to ask how she is. He's been getting home after I go to bed at night and he leaves the next day after the children arrive."
"I stopped there first, but he isn't home. His telephone's disconnected. Has he moved out?"
Gail shrugged her shoulders as she placed a cup of coffee in front of Carlton and sat down at the table. "I think the electricity is off, too."
"Gail, will you go to dinner with me Friday night?"
"Why?"
"I'd like to take you to dinner."
"That's not what you said the other night."
"I know. I'd still like to spend some time with you."
"Carlton ... you said..."
"Dammit, don't make this so damn hard. So I was wrong. Okay? I want to see you. I can't say it any plainer than that."
Gail looked up, a soft smile slowly spreading across her face, "Carlton, I'd love to go to dinner with you Friday night."
Carlton nodded, "Why is every conversation I have with you a battle?"
Gail lifted one shoulder and then let it fall, "I guess because I don't want to let you intimidate me."
"I don't do that." His denial was a little too quickly spoken. Finally, he admitted, "I don't like how I feel around you."
Gail didn't say anything. He seemed to think for a minute. He cocked his head to one side as he looked at her. He finally said, "Vulnerable, I guess. It's not something I'm accustomed to feeling. I'm a big bad ass cop. People are supposed to be afraid of me. They're supposed to cower and answer my questions. You don't do that. It's like you know where my soft spot is and your hand is around it ready to squeeze it at a moment's notice."
He watched as Gail stood. He seemed a little cautious, uncertain what she was going to do. Gail took one step and then another as she moved between his knees. He looked up at her, his face showing uncertainty as she put her hands on his cheeks and raised his face. Then she leaned forward and kissed him. He was so surprised he didn't move. He simply enjoyed her kiss. Gail took a step back and asked, "What time will you pick me up?"
"Is seven o'clock okay?" he asked as he stood and started to put his arms around her.
"Seven o'clock is just right." Gail answered as she held him away with one hand against his chest. "I'll even wear a dress."
"I look forward to seeing that," Carlton mumbled as he turned and walked to her front door, followed by Gail's chuckle.
"I'll be gentle, Carlton. I promise," she called out to him as he opened her front door.
"What the hell am I getting myself into?" Carlton asked as he closed the door behind him, letting the screen door slam as he walked down the sidewalk to his car.
"Oh God," Carlton breathed when Gail opened her front door. "You're beautiful," he added as he stepped inside. "Can I kiss you?" he pleaded as she stepped back into her living room and shook her head.
"You're going to make me wait, aren't you?"
Gail held up her forefinger and stepped toward him for the one kiss she would allow. Carlton made her capitulation worth it. He gathered her into his arms and kissed her slowly, sliding his lips across hers and returning to brush his tongue across her lower lip until she parted her lips to give him access to taste her.
When he lifted his head, his eyes were slightly glazed and he didn't want to stop looking at her. "That has to last me until I can get you back here, doesn't it?"
Gail nodded and grinned, then lifted her hand to his cheek and used her thumb to brush across his lips.
"Lipstick."
"You could have left it there."
Gail's voice trembled. "A big bad ass cop shouldn't be seen in public with lipstick on his mouth."
As he drove toward the restaurant, and throughout dinner, he responded to Gail's questions and discovered the few details he shared about the dirtier parts of his job did not bother her. He would say something, almost as if he was talking to one of his fellow officers, not watching his words, and when he realized what he had told her, he held his breath. She nodded or asked him a question so she could understand what he was telling her.
She may not have witnessed much of the seamier side of life, but she knew it existed and was not surprised about some of the things he told her. Instead of holding everything in, as he normally would have done with a woman he did not know well, he was soon talking to her and sharing some of his emotions. She laughed about some of the details of his investigations that were funny. She commiserated with him about some sad events and shuddered at the few gory details he barely mentioned. Yet, she did not ask him to withhold anything he wanted to share with her.
Alternately, they both laughed at the antics she described that typical four year olds performed. The things they said with such innocence and the things they did kept Carlton entertained until he had finished his steak. He discovered she had a friend who kept three-year-olds and how they had formed a sort of graduation process from one caregiver to another with a third young woman who liked to keep one and two-year-olds.
They learned a little about each other's personal history. He had been married for a few years when he was much younger but admitted it was not much more than a fuck fest for him and uniform worship for her. Neither of them had been faithful to their marriage. He'd had one long term affair with a woman almost his own age and casually mentioned he was faithful for the duration of their affair, but her fear for his safety would not allow her to commit to a permanent relationship. She married a real estate broker about a year after they broke up.
Gail reluctantly admitted she had never had a serious boyfriend. Eventually she told Carlton that she could count her previous sexual partners on the fingers of one hand.
"Good Lord, Gail, you're almost a virgin," Carlton offered quietly.
"Not hardly and it wasn't a very nice 'taking' if you understand my meaning," she admitted. "I thought it was more important than he seemed to, and then I discovered I didn't like him very much. Maybe I'm too particular, but I also didn't have a lot of opportunity. My parents were actually my grandparents and restrictive about my comings and goings. My birth mother was their only child. She died in childbirth, but the woman I called Mom never let me feel bad about it. It was God's will that gave her a daughter to replace the one she had to give back to God. My birth father was never around. I know who he is, but I've never needed him. He remarried less than a year after I was born. I had my grandfather for a Papa."
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Have fantasies of slipping your throbbing hard cock between my lips & into my warm, wet mouth. I wrap my tongue over the tasty velvety tip, savouring the delicate flavours of your salty sweet pre cum & cock, moaning with pleasure as I begin to work my lips up and down your erection. Faster, deeper, sucking harder & harder I slurp and suck hungrily on your hot juicey flesh. My head works feverishly over your manhood and, as I pump my fist up and down your long veined shaft, your...
If there is one thing I've always hated, it's getting my hair cut. I despise having short hair, always made me feel like a complete tool. However, I do it trimmed from time to time. A co-worker has a cousin who runs her own by appointment shop out of her basement. So I take my business there. And trust me, it's worth it. Courtney does an amazing job with my hair. What makes it more pleasurable is we flirt with each other, and she always wears these tight shirts, these things make it appear like...
Der 19 jährige Sebastian war mal wieder bei seinem Onkel Manfred 55 und Tante Brigitte 41, genannt Biggi zu Besuch. Er sollte die Ferien bei den Verwandten auf dem Land verbringen. Da Biggi gerade einen kleinen Jungen bekommen hatte, sollte er der Tante im Haushalt zur Hand gehen. Für die dick-tittige Biggi schwärmte Sebastian schon, seid er seinen Schwanz das erste Mal abgewichst hatte. Er hatte seine Tante oft heimlich beobachtet. Biggi war die Frau, die seine Wichsfantasien immer wieder...
Jenny had been lucky in life, she had three healthy and clever c***dren, a loving husband, wealth and a great group of friends, but she found herself in her forties with something lacking. When she was younger, men and women would stop and stare at her, she knew that they were undressing her, fucking her, licking her pussy, finger-fucking her tight asshole in their minds, as their eyes lustfully ate her up. But as she got older, even though she retained her good looks and firm slim body, she...
I had an hour to wait for my connecting train so I walked around the depot, grabbing a snack from the kiosk and waited. When it was time, I boarded the train and I noticed it had more younger passengers this time. The train was a bit more crowded than the other had been, but still not bad. I found my cabin and set my things up again. This leg of my trip would take me from Seattle down the coast to Los Angeles. It would be a very scenic trip and I was looking forward to writing some great things...
I was in a well-settled life, good and steady job, nice family, etc. If at all there was anything I was missing, it was the frequency of sex with my wife. We were in our 50s and after menopause, her interest in sex had somewhat gone down. I accepted that change and tried to get involved in few other activities which will keep me busy and occupied. Then something unimaginable happened which was truly life changing. As part of my duties in office, we had to hold training and orientation programs...
Chapter 1 It was Saturday afternoon and I was resting thinking about last night and our first time swapping with Debra’s aunt and uncle . All though it being kinda weird It definitely was the best sex I have had with Beth so far I hope they both enjoyed it too; Debra’s mom stopped by and after disapproving of our new home took her back home with her.Debra had a doctors appointment she said early Monday so she was going to stay with her mom.”Damn “ I thought “no nookie for me tonight” so...
I am quite proud of my body. I’m not over-confident about showing it off, but I know I am not fat and not skinny, and just the right amount of curvy in just the right places. My measurements are exactly the same as Marilyn Monroe’s, which I was ecstatic to learn! I don’t mind guys checking me out, and I appreciate when people tell me I look good. Sometimes, I like to leave my bedroom curtains open when I get dressed. I have noticed one guy who drives past my house every morning, on his way to...
Straight SexSelena reached the docks the following afternoon to find them in a state of near pandemonium. It took her a while to locate the Arabia among the various craft that were anchored nearby. She was somewhat surprised that it wasn’t a larger boat. The Arabia was twenty nine feet wide by one hundred and seventy feet long. She was built of wood and painted white, with two full decks and a pilot house perched on top. The lower deck accommodated the cargo, and there was a large paddle wheel at the rear...
After Connie and I freshened up a bit I made us a nice cool double Jack to mellow us out. I felt like rubber after that intense sexual workout we had. Where she got her energy was beyond me. She downed her drink quickly and made her way downstairs to gather the group into the playroom. I could barely make out Connie’s voice but it sounded like she was laying down some playroom rules for our little orgy. I planned to stay a step ahead of them if I could. But first things first. My...
Hi friends. Main ketki ek baar fir se hazir hu apni story ka agla part share karne ke liye. Aap sabke mail aye or meri story k baare me aapne suggestion diye iske liye dhanyawaad. Meri story pasand ayi iske liye aap sabko meri taraf se pyaar. Ab m aap sabko aage kya hua ye batati hu. Subah subah un 7 logo se chudne k baad main bilkul thak gayi thi, meri chut, gaand or muh me dard ho ra tha or chut or gaand soojke laal ho gye the. Mujhme itni b himmat ni thi ke main chal fir saku or khud ko...
"Assignment done?" asked Wendy of Lin Tai. "Yes. Finished now. All work done." "Great, why don't we relax a bit?" Wendy knew that Rhonda and Paul were going to be together all afternoon and evening and would not be back until late. She was glad they had cleared up their misunderstanding for she had never seen Rhonda happier. She knew they were keeping their relationship secret, for with Rhonda still taking Paul's class, it could mean Paul's job if anyone brought it to the...
Dans le Murs – Part VIII Synopsis: Simone has discovered Sonia and Pippa, two of her compatriot school friends, performing for JOKER and involved Colin in their education. The pair supervise filming with the teenagers and Simone persuades Colin to allow her to accompany him to the Sect. Now read on. Part 8 – Advancement Authors note: As this is written in the UK any reference to the ‘Age of Consent’ is to the age in the UK, which currently stands at 18 years. Whilst consensual sexual relations...
Erotic FictionGetting played is always humiliating. Especially when it’s by Gia Oh My, your sneaky stepdaughter. She was prancing around without a bra on, her juicy tits jiggling & bouncing as her nipples popped out. Then she asked me (Duncan Saint) to rub her cute little feet. She turned around and wiggled that phat little ass at me. Who could blame a man for checking her out when she was tanning topless later!? Well she didn’t see it that way & thought I should pay for her Euro trip so...
xmoviesforyouTarzan was about five when he was lost in the Jungles of the Congo. He was found by a female gorilla whose baby had died and she adopted the strange looking creature as her own. Tarzan knew she was a gorilla, and that he was not, but there was nothing he could do about it. And, his new mother was a good mother, all things considered. Her baby was weak and pale, but he had beautiful eyes and he snarled a lot, which Gorillas considered 'manly'. It took her years to learn that that snarl...
I cried out, not because it hurt, but because it was so good.I never wanted it to end.It was my first time, and it was perfect.I wanted to yell, 'don't stop, don't stop,' but I couldn't speak.He slowed down, sped up, then changed the angle a little bit. He pressed his arms down into the mattress, so he was doing sort of a half push-up on top of me and started rocking into me, different, harder, even better."Lick," he said. He had his thumb near my mouth.I licked it. He reached in between us and...
If there is one tenant that has always determined my actions regarding sex with my father, it’s that as his daughter, I willingly submit myself to whatever desires and needs he has. I’m immensely proud of the fact that I have NEVER refused to give myself to him no matter where or when and what he has asked. At the same time, it’s NOT a master-slave relation in any way, shape or form. Part of the reason I submit to my father to a degree that I would NEVER do with any other man, at least until I...
“He sounds fascinating and the just the type of second man I enjoy pleasuring me while you watch,” she told me. “Judy told me me we can have our way with him as long as I tell her all about it on the phone next day. Next day when Kerri phoned Judy to tell her about our time with Jean Pierre, Judy told her what he recounted to her, “When I walked into their condo both of them turned me on immediately. “They were both wearing knee length silk dressing gowns without belts. “And they were wide...
Her Sons Big Cock Not until my husband’s death did I understand the meaning of the word lonely. For 20 years, I built my life around him. His death, along with that of one of our sons in a car crash almost destroyed my world. I was 38 years old and thought my life was over. If it hadn’t been for my oldest boy, Jeff Junior, I don’t think that I would’ve survived. Jeff reminded me so much of his late father when he was also 18 – it was downright scary. When I saw him in the morning, his dad...
IncestHi Friends. This happened a week ago and I wanted to share my real thing with you people. My name is Varun and I live in Delhi. I am 6 feet tall and maintaining a very good athletic body. You can contact me at (any one feeling alone can contact me) Last week there was real cold wave in Delhi and due to which I was not feeling well to go out. So decided to be at home and take rest for few days but could not as I do not have a habit of staying at home for too long. I love partying and driving....
Hye, this is Allex and here I am to write my first story. So please encourage me by sending your feedbacks at Currently I am 22 years old and work in a private company in Mumbai. This story is about me and my ex-girlfriend (Nidhi) when I was of 20. We both were together because I wanted to move on after my breakup from the girl I loved the most (a different story) and she wanted someone who could spend money on her. Yeah, she was a bitch who ran after rich boys. She was reluctant to tell...
The shrill morning alarm sent unruly bolts and waves into Manya’s body as she stirred, opened her deep eyes and cast a sleepy glance towards the place next to her. Her eyes met with the not so inspiring sight of her still snoring husband Desh, cuddled up like an insecure child, his breath carrying the odor of liquor and his chest heaving in monotonous regularity. The 36 year old housewife sighed and shifted her full frame slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a thin white blouse...
Hi friends, indru kathaiyil ilamaiyaana paiyan guthirai pondru irukum penai matter podugiraan. En peyar Jai, vayathu 20 aagiyathu. Naan Pondicherry gramathil vasithu varugiren, naan thinamum busil thaan kalluriku seluven. En udan niraiya pengal kalluriku varuvaargal. Perunthil selum pozhuthu pine thirumbi paarpen niraiya pengal ennai paarpaargal, thinamum sight adithu kondu irupen. En udan en nanban varuvaan, avanum nanum thinamum sight adithu kondu jollyaga irupom. Naan parka handsome pola...
Movie night with friends is tons of fun. When it’s a movie night with an element of chill, well, that’s even better. Tiffany Tatum brings the popcorn while Rebecca Volpetti picks the film. They settle on the couch and get watching their film. It’s not long before Tiffany decides to make mischief. She begins tossing popcorn at Rebecca, who indulges her girlfriend with a smile. When Tiffany leans in to nibble the popcorn off Rebecca’s belly, things of course take a sensual...
xmoviesforyouIntroduction: Must read part one first As we were laying there recovering from the best orgasm ever, I asked Cassie when was the last time her mom kissed her down there. She told me that when Tracie and her moved in with me. She told me we couldnt do that anymore because I might find out. If I found out I would have Tracie put in jail and she would never see her mom again. As I was laying there thinking about what Cassie just told me, Tracie called to let us know she would be home in about an...
Introduction: What happens when daddy looks at his little girl in a whole new way at bathtime? ~This story is completly fictional and created from my imagination!!!~ Daddyyy! Bathtiiiime!! my daughter yelled from down the hall. I got up from my office chair, closing my work documents. Taking care of my angel was far more important to me than paper documents or work. Since my wifes passing, I became a tragic wreck. I was forced out of my old job, because I couldnt show up to work from being so...
Thursday, February 24 to Monday, March 21, 2005 Some of the consequences of the latest merge were as expected. One of those was that I quickly found my schoolwork even easier, usually to a ridiculous degree. I self-studied more and more. I only needed one mind to be tuned into the teacher in any class while my other three minds did other schoolwork. The teachers eventually gave up trying to catch me out with ambush questions when I looked inattentive. Sooner or later they all let me work on...
Growing up, I always felt lucky, living next door to a slightly mad scientist. He used to let me help with his fantastic research. I helped log information into his computers, mixed chemicals, even catch stray dogs and cats for his experiments. Things were going great. He was making a shitload of cash. I would bring him stray mutts, and he would turn them in to pure breed puppies. The market for bulldogs, and akitas was over $2,000 a pup. I'd catch some scrawny fleabag, and bring it...
Hello friends, mera naam arnav hai. Aaj mein apko apni ek office me saath kaam karne wali ladki ki chudai ki kahani batane jaa raha hoon. Waise to uska naam kuch aur tha par main usse pyaar se malai kahata tha. wo thi bhi bilkul malai jaisi. Bilkul dudh jaisi gori aur chikni thi wo. Wo ek pahadi ladki thi aur aap ko to pata hoga ki pahaadi ladkiyan kitni chikni hoti hain. Badi badi kali aankhe kale ghane baal. Gulabi honth , patli gardan. Uske chuche santre jaise the gol aur gulabi. 32 size tha...
Another new chapter. This is a little lighter than the previous ones. As Senior819 pointed out, Leslie needs a friend to rely on. Someone to keep her grounded. Maybe she has that friend, maybe she’ll find them. From personal experience, I was that friend. I can go into greater detail on this if desired, however: This story is a mismatch of my memory, my ideas, and some more reality. Everyone is over 18, etc. Comments and feedback are of course welcome. *** ‘More?’ ‘Please.’ Leslie...
My name is Mike Wilson. At the time that this story took place, I was eighteen and in my senior year of high school. I spend most of my summer vacations at my aunt and uncle's farm. The hard work, and my working out at the gym, gave me a slim, well muscled body. I'm six two and weigh one seventy five. I tried out for, and made the varsity swim team. My physique, and good looks, did not go unnoticed by many of the high school girls or the swim team mothers. Not only was I the recipient of...
MILFMy husband and I have been married for almost 8 years now, he is 60yr and I'm 54. Our sex life had become pretty routine and to tell the truth, it had become a boring weekly ritual of me faking my orgasm just to get him off. About 2 years ago he threw a little spark into our sex in the form of him always eating me out after he came inside me. I thought it was gross that he wanted to do such a thing, but wanted to keep him pleased, and let him do his thing. After about the fourth time I actually...
Alicia's New Life By Christine Chapter 3: A new beginning I am terribly disturbed by what Alicia Peterson has told me. The boys suffering at the hands of his sister, Katherine Peterson and His brothers wife, Sandra Peterson was among the worst cases of childhood sexual and physical abuse. Psychological and physical means of torture were used on the boy to change his physical appearance and insure his cooperation with his...
Mom was so tired of the ordinary sex she had with dad, a long distance trucker who would be away for a week or two, come home for a few days, get laid and roll over and snore like a drunken sailor. I heard her talk to her friend Lois on the phone, saying "It's the same old thing, don't see him for a week or two and for a while I could not wait for him to get back home, but now it's we do it and he rolls over and snores like a drunken sailor for eight hours then it's another tank of diesel...
Mallory smiled as she took in the conversations going on around her after coming back to the now from her daydreaming of her earlier afternoon romp with David. She caught some of the comments to Mr. Schilling from Constance on the food and the wine, but she was more interested in the dynamics of his project. Food and wine were great, but they were not her thing.She had learned from David earlier that all the last-minute guests had been assigned escorts/liaisons to cater to their needs, but...
SeductionMandy's Life Chapter 1 I was 13 when I first learned what a transsexual was. As soon as I learned I realized that I was a girl even though my body was a boy's. I started wearing my mother's and sister's clothing whenever I was alone. I didn't experiment with make up yet, but I never felt better than when I was dressed. Away at college I experimented further. I was in the city one day when I found a salon/boutique that catered to crossdressers and transgendered people. I built up the...
I got that warm and Wet Feeling, just like Wednesday morning at Vikki's house. I looked down to see that the covering was off the bed and that this time Vikki's mouth and not her mother's was performing above and beyond as she repeatedly took the whole length of my cock in her mouth and throat. I laughed. "God a man could get used to waking up like this." She took her mouth off my cock, looked back and grinned as she squatted either side of me until her pussy was close enough to my...
They say in this generation, dating is almost nonexistent. Which I almost agree with. This is because we are blunt and we know what we want. However, I don’t even know what the hell to call my relationship with Daisy. Is she my girlfriend? Are we fuck buddies? I do know one thing. I love when she calls me “Daddy.”It was mid-afternoon on a Saturday when she called me via FaceTime. “Hey, daddy,” She said.“What’s up, baby girl?" I responded.“Getting ready for work, you?"I cursed to myself. I...
MoneyBy: Rebelman Chapter 1 My first three year of high school could have been better. I was a pudgy boy and only five foot nine inches with a pimply face. My confidence was low so it didn’t take much to bring out my shyness and that is what made my first year horrible. Although I was on the football team, I didn’t get to play much. The coach, an ex-NFL lineman, told me I had natural strength and ability but I just couldn’t come out of my shell. To make matters worse, the Johnson twins had...
Once inside I began to clean bird cages. While I was cleaning I told him to look inside the back of the master bedroom’s closet where he would find some pretty good porno magazines. The homeowner‘s son had shown them to me weeks before. Dave retrieved them and began looking at them as I continued cleaning. When I had finished I went into the bedroom to find Dave, sitting on the bed, still looking at the magazines. I sat on the bed and looked at a few myself. Within 15 minutes. I was rock...
Ariel is a very headstrong teenager. Always fascinated and drawn to the land where people have legs and walk and run, and have so many fascinating objects that she has never seen before. This of course is forbidden to her. Her father king Triton ruler of the seas fears the land people and forbids Ariel from ever going up to the surface; for fear that she would be killed. Ariel being a curious teenager pays little heed to her father and Sebastian, a crab that King Triton has ordered to...
When Michael pulled into the driveway of his family home, he was a little surprised to see that his parents car wasn't there and so let himself into the quiet house, dropping his bag at the foot of the stairs and taking his coat off. There was no one in the living room or the kitchen; so he strode upstairs checking his parents’ room and his younger sisters’ room, again there was nothing; shrugging his shoulders, Michael decides to wait for everyone in his room. As Michael opens his door, he...
Hello dosto, Mera naam reyan roy he. Mai thana se hoon. Meri umar 25year old he. Meri height 5.6 he. Or dikhne me savla hoo, itna bhi savla nhi. Aaj aapko mere sath huvi sachchi ghatna batane ja raha hoo. Ye meri pehli kahani he, hope ke aapko pasnd ayegi. Baat 2 saal pehle ki he, jab mai b. A. Ki padhai kr rha tha. Meri ek pyari si dist thi. Jiska naam he sonali… Wo bahut hi pyari si dikhai deti he, shant swabhav, sawlisi mast ladki he. Wo us time atd ki 1st year me padhti thi. Diwali ka...
Note : This stori is completely fictional! My cousin is about 5 years older than I am. He is tall, dark hair, the prettest blue/green eyes. Once when we were younger, we played a kissing game in my bedroom. From that time on, I wanted him! In his early 20's he got married which just about broke my heart. I hated the girl. But it only lasted a few months and she was gone. Took him a few years to find someone else.All the time whenever he would visit my parents, we had so much to talk about. So...
IncestA reader wrote and asked me to write a story with an interesting twist. This short story is based purely on "what if". Hope some of you enjoy it. My first orgy and nothing had ever prepared me for this. Females, all much younger than me, ran around, their faces hidden behind funny masks, their tits in various states of bareness. I took a deep swallow of my third drink, wondering if any of the hot females were students in my history class. "Told you there's nothing like hot, college pussy...
Day 2 TuesdayIt was to be day two of the lads sexual education, he arrived home as usual tired and with a mountain of homework, they ate together, then at Beryl `s insistence and his disgust, the boy, began what turned into a good few hours of homework, algebra, in Beryl`s mind a wasted time as 75% of pupils will never use it ever again, and English, but she said nothing, insisting on his education coming first, and knowing the self-discipline would do no harm in later life. It was a long...
Hello dosto kaysa hai aap .Aaj mai jo kahani sunana jaa raha hu wo bilkul sach hai jo mara aur mari ka beacha hui sacchi ghatana hai.Mai khud biswas nahi kar sakta ke aysa bhe ho sakta hai.Mai iss site ka reader hu.Isi leya mujeha laga ke mai bhe apana experience aap logo ka saat share karu umeed karta hu aap logo ko ya kahani pasand aya.Jada time weast na karta hua mai story pa aata hu mai is story ma thoda bahoot english bhe istamal kar raha hu jo aap logo ko samaj ma aya . Ya isi sall ke...
Hi indiansexstories2.net readers, I am Jagan from Chennai, Tamil Nadu. I am a regular reader of ISS for the past 9 years. This is my first story, I hope you enjoy it and I request you to send your feedbacks to I am 27 years old currently working for a MNC, currently in Chennai. I spent most of my years outside Chennai, out of which 3 years I was working in Delhi after under-graduation. Those 3 years in Delhi changed my life outlook. I have had few encounters with girls and married women. For a...