297 PT1 The last atonement
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Jenny Munson was sad, depressed and full of anxiety. She was being driven to Sal Goldstein's house and didn't feel very good about it at all. She was being taken there by her husband, Joe as part of a deal; atonement for what he had done.
Jenny had met her husband in college. She had been a freshman on the diving team. He had been a senior majoring in finance. She had dated all the "bad boys" in high school; the senior quarterback when she was a freshman on the track and cross country team; the boy who drove a corvette and worked in the gas station who had plenty of money to blow on her; some of the local boys who were in college, etc.
She had been a very popular girl in high school; for a short time. Once they found out that she wouldn't put out, they wandered off to greener pastures. Once Jenny got to college, she decided to try a new tactic. She started dating the nerdy, non-athletic types. That is what she ended up with. Joe was extremely bright; a brilliant student. She had gotten pregnant soon after the cross country season ended; too much free time. She also decided to turn over a new leaf. She was tired of getting dumped. She had unwisely given in to keep this guy.
Jenny gave up a lot of things when they got married and moved into the married student's apartments, but they managed to get through until he graduated. She was able to keep her scholarship to the end of the year.
Joe had easily landed a job with one of the leading stock brokerages and they moved to New York. Jenny stayed home and raised their daughter, Stephanie. Stephanie was now fourteen and doing well in school. Like her mother, she had done well in track. She had lost out in her freshman year at the Internationals to Allison Cooper, the national record holder in the 1600 and 3200 meter events. Not bad for a freshman against a senior with a full scholarship offer to Oregon.
Joe had been doing well at the office he was in, until he went out on his own. He had amassed enough to make a business out of just managing his own accounts, but a number of others decided to jump ship, knowing he would have a more hands-on approach to their own accounts.
Joe was essentially a day-trader. He put the accounts of others in safer investments and dealt aggressively with his own money. This gave him a steady one percent on all of the accounts he was managing, plus he felt he could get about sixteen percent on his own accounts. Things were going well for a while. Finally, Joe decided to short about half of his stocks, betting that the European Situation would tank. When things went up, he had to cash in the rest of his accounts to make up the difference. When that wasn't enough, he took some shortcuts by using some of the money in his clients' accounts. He figured he could make it up the next day. Things went bad for several days, leaving some of his clients short about fifteen percent of their totals.
Because of his short position, he had to lay off his secretary and do the work himself. His secretary was pissed and notified one of his biggest clients, Sal Goldstein. Sal was furious. He called Joe and went over to their house. He threatened to call the SEC. Jenny was in the next room and couldn't help but hear their discussion. She walked into the room in disbelief after hearing what her husband had done.
"Please, Mr. Goldstein, can't you give Joe a little more time to make up the difference." Jenny asked apprehensively. Jenny was fuming at what she had just heard about her husband.
"Your husband is short about a million dollars on my account. I think he belongs in jail." Sail responded. He stood and started for the door. Joe and Jenny slumped down in their chairs, wondering how much jail time he would have to do.
Sal reached the door, opened it, hesitated and turned. "I'll tell you what. I'll make you a deal that might keep the two of you out of jail. I'll give you a chance to make it back. If you don't want to, I'll make a phone call right now."
"We'll do whatever it takes to make things right with you." Joe said without really thinking. Sal looked at Jenny. He walked over and stood right in front of her. "What about you, young lady? Are you part of the deal too? Are you going to do whatever it takes until the full amount is paid back?"
Jenny's gaze rose to meet his. She had a good idea where this conversation was headed. She looked over at her husband, searching his eyes for some kind of telepathic connection. Did he understand all the implied nuances of what this man was saying? Surely he was implying some kind of sexual bargain in this deal that involved her. Could her husband agree to this? What would happen to them after?
Jenny broke her gaze and looked down, unable to raise her fears into spoken words. She looked down and the tears dripped on her knees as she almost imperceptibly nodded her head in a slight movement to indicate her reluctant agreement. She did not look up to see what her husband's reaction was. Reluctantly, no sound from him indicated no objection. Jenny was stunned by his lack of objection.
"This Saturday, we are having a reception at my house. It starts at seven thirty. The two of you need to be there at least an hour early. If you are not there, I will call the officials on Monday and notify them of what you have done.
Jenny was silent as Joe drove up their drive.
Sal's house was magnificent. It sat on the north west quadrant of the intersection on about twenty acres of wooded land. It seemed to be about three stories high if you count the basement. It was almost square; with limestone panels facing most of the walls. The long circular drive extended off of the road to the north in a quarter circle onto the road on the west. It went under one corner of the house, where the corner stepped back somewhat at each floor so that there was a large overhang from the floors above that formed a covered canopy. The columns from the upper floors extended all the way to the ground, accenting the height of the building. The part of the front that had been cut away was sheathed in glass, giving a great view both in and out of the house.
The rooms within the house formed a three story atrium with a pitched glass skylight at the top. The floor of the atrium was paved with honed limestone panels. Within the center of the atrium was a magnificent water feature. The center of the water feature had a twelve foot square stone slab sitting on a bed of six or eight inch round river rock. Behind the large flat slab was another rectangular boulder that sat a good sixteen inches above it. It ran along most of one side of the bigger lower stone slab. Next to the bigger, higher slab stood another limestone "pilar." It rose about eight feet above the others and was about two feet in width.
Each of the stone pieces had been cored so that water rose up through them and spread out and spilled out over the sides and into the small round river rock into a return sump. The water volume was only enough to be seen and keep the stones wet. There was a sound of running water as it circulated down through the river rock and into the reservoir beneath.
It didn't take much sound from the water to sound like a raging river as it echoed off of the limestone pavers and limestone veneer interior and limestone columns. Each of the stone pieces had a number of large steel eyelets embedded in various points. These steel eyelets could be used to secure restrains.
Sal's butler opened the door to greet them and escorted them to where Sal was standing. "Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Munson. It is so nice to see you on time. Please come with me and I will get you ready to receive our guests." Sal said as he reached a hand around Jenny and escorted her over to one of the side rooms off of the atrium.
There was a large oak dining table, big enough to seat about twenty people. On the table were several large expensive looking cardboard boxes from Guinevere's. Sal pulled back one chair and seated Joe. Sal took a chair on the other side, across from her husband, and left Jenny standing at the end of the table.
"This is your uniform for tonight. You will be my hostess and greet everybody as they come it. With butterflies in her belly, and hands shaking slightly, Jenny started to open the boxes.
One box had some dark grey sued high heeled boots that zipped up the side. The next box had some grey silk hose that would reach up to her crotch. The next box had a grey silk dress. It was very long. The last box had a very lacy black bolero "jacket..." It had long sleeves and no buttons.
"This is what I expect you to wear tonight. You can try them on now and make sure everything fits. We don't have very much time, so you need to hurry."
Jenny was shocked at the order. She picked up the sacks with the boxes and started to turn, looking for a room to change in. "Do it here and do it now!" Sal said with a slight sneer.
Jenny was shocked. "You can't be serious. Can you grant me no modesty?" She begged. Jenny was close to tears. Sal did not reply. He just stared at her. Then he looked over at her husband. Joe looked from Sal back to Jenny. His eyes telegraphed to her that they had no options, other than complying or get arrested.
Jenny was wearing long high heeled shoes with open toes; long black silk pants; a purple sleeveless blouse; a long pearl necklace that was looped over her neck twice and hung down to her belly button. Her long reddish brown hair had been painstakingly curled and bounced and swirled with every movement of her head. Her large silver hooped earrings sparkled and framed her soft red lips magnificently.
Jenny looked over at her husband for some sign of resistance. She kept eye contact with her husband as she reached for the top button of her blouse. "How could you do this to me?" her glare back at her husband seemed to be saying as she freed the first button.
With no sign of sympathy or support from either of the men, she pushed the next button through the eyelet. When she had unbuttoned the entire blouse to her waist, she tugged it out of her waist band. Jenny's braw was made of the same transparent nylon that most hose is made of. Jenny hesitated. If she took off the blouse, they would clearly see her breasts.
Jenny changed her mind and opened her belt buckle, and unsnapped the top brass button. The sound of the zipper on her fly seemed magnified as it echoed off of the limestone interior, announcing to anybody in the building that Jenny was about to be naked.
When Jenny was finished with the zipper, the top fell open. She placed her thumbs on each side of her and with barely a touch, the fabric dropped and puddle around her feet. Jenny's black lace panties were still covered by the long shirt tails of her blouse. The back panel covered her butt and the front came close to her belly button, but the sides seemed missing, except for the small piece of elastic joining the front to the back.
Jenny was hoping to slip the new dress on and take of the blouse once she had the dress on.
"You don't get to keep the panties and bra Mrs. Munson." Sal's voice echoed off of the walls like an announcer at an empty swimming pool. Jenny seemed to stagger at the comment. "What to do next?" Jenny wondered in despair.
With arms feeling like they were covered in lead, Jenny reached up and grabbed the sides of her blouse. She arched her head back as she slid one side and then the other of her blouse over her shoulders. She brought her blouse back around in front of her trying desperately to hide herself.
"Drop the fucking blouse, Miss Jenny!" the anonymous voice echoed off of the walls. It was barely more than a whisper from a few feet away, but the sound seemed so evil and loud. Jenny dropped the garment on the table in front of her. As quick as the fabric hit the table, her arms sprang back to cross herself and hide her large pink nipples exploding through the tissue thin fabric.
"Next!" the voice echoed across the room. "What to do ... what to do... ?" Jenny agonized. Given the predicament she was in, she hesitatingly reached up behind herself for the clasp. As she lowered her head to reach it, her hair seemed to spill over her shoulders for some unexpected cover as her bra exploded open. She was able to grab the front cups under cover of her hair and hold them there.
"Next!!" came the thundering voice. Jenny fought to resist handing over the bra to Sal's extended hand. She covered her breasts as she handed him the bra.
"Joe, tell her to put her fucking hands down!" Joe looked up at Sal, then over at his wife. He didn't say anything, but they had been married enough for her to read his eye contack. It took all of her might to drop her hands to her sides. Sal stood, and walked around her. He brushed her hair back over her shoulders.
Jenny's long stemmed pink nipples were longer than anything Sal had ever seen. They looked like fresh erasers from a number two pencil, only much longer, sticking out of her small pink areoles. Her breasts were medium melon sized with no sag or tan. Sal was speechless. He reached out with one forefinger and caressed the end of one and felt it grow erect at the touch. Jenny was not aroused, but her fear and terror made her body react in almost the same way.
Sal stood in front of her, making eye contact. He could see that she was in total humiliation and fear about whatever he had in store for her. He looked down her body to her panties. He glared at them and back up at her. Without being told, Jenny knew what the next progression had to be. She just had to get on with it. The sooner she stripped, the sooner she could get the other clothes on.
Jenny couldn't bear to look over at her husband or her antagonize as she slipped her thumbs into the side bands and slid them down past her hips. The dropped and puddle around her feet. She lifted one foot and stepped out. She kicked the panties aside with the other.
"Can I please get dressed now?" she sobbed.
Sal turned. He picked up the stockings and handed them to her as he went back to his chair and sat to watch the show.
Jenny's nipples jiggled as she raised one foot to unbuckle her open toed high heel shoe. She took one of the long silk stockings and slid it on while standing on the other high heel shoe. She reached for the new suede high heeled boot and slipped it on. She repeated the process with the other shoes and stockings.
Jenny now stood with her new grey silk stockings pulled up almost to her crotch. The decorative elastic lace held them snugly in place with no sag. Her new high heeled sued boots came almost to her knees. She had to bend a little to zip them. She was unable to do them without the pink inner tissue of her labia from being exposed as she raised her leg.
Finally Jenny stood there, teetering slightly on the six inch high boots. The heels were longer than she was used to, and they forced her butt up in the air, her stomach out a little and the long pink nipples almost straight up in the air. Her pubic hair had been trimmed into a "landing strip" configuration. Her soft reddish brown pubic hair was shaved to the width of her labia and completely missing from the top of her slit down. It was darker in the middle and much lighter at the edges. Jenny stood there, humiliated at her display, waiting for the next command.
Sal looked down at the box with the dress. Jenny didn't need much encouragement to rip it out of the box. She slipped it over her head and let it slide down her body. Something wasn't right.
Once Jenny slipped her arms through the holes and the hem hit the floor, she thought at first that she had it on backwards; but no ... it fit right ... it just didn't feel right. The back of the dress completely covered her back. The bodice of the dress was actually constructed to take the place of a bra. But the front was cut square and very low. The fabric came around the back of her neck and down the outside of her breasts and back across so that her nipples were uncovered.
The front was buttoned all the way from between her breasts down to mid thigh. There were no buttons from just below her fingertips to the hem. The dress had a train that dragged slightly on the ground behind her. It had the little "handles" like on a wedding dress, for the one wearing it to grab the loop and keep the back from dragging.
Sal got the last garment out of the last box. He helped Jenny put on the bolero style top. It had long sleeves and the sides of the front barely touched. The material was a very decorative black lace. If you knew what you were looking for, you had no trouble seeing the long stem pink nipples jiggling under the top when she walked. The design of the dress worked like a push-up bra, except it did not hide her nipples.
Jenny was humiliated at the thought that she would be greeting Sal's guests at the door in this outfit. Any turn of her torso, any extension of her arms for any activity would open the top so that somebody standing to her immediate side would see those beautiful nipples peeking over the top of her dress. Crossing her arms only seemed to accentuate the movement and opening of the top.
Sal reached over to her dress. He undid one of the buttons at the bottom of the line below her waist. "Do you give good blowjobs, Jenny?" Sal's voice asked in an almost whisper. It may have been almost a whisper, but the question hit her like a sledge hammer. It might me one thing to have her husband apply slight pressure to the back of her head in the dark. This was an act never spoken about and certainly never done in the light.
To have this question raised out loud, in front of her husband caused her ears to turn crimson and her heart to slam into her throat. She couldn't think of anything more humiliating than to actually have this act being discussed with a stranger; a man at that!
"Jenny looked over at her husband, who averted her gaze. Jenny looked down and covered her eyes as more tears seemed to be flowing. Jenny's heart seemed to be thundering. Could anybody hear?
With her hair covering her face, Jenny shook her head ever so imperceptibly. Did it mean "No!" Did it mean she just wouldn't answer?
"P ... p ... p ... please Mr. Goldstein. Please don't make me do something like that..."
Sal reached over and unbuttoned another button which was now about even with her crotch. "Jenny, I thought you were going to cooperate. Have you forgotten? Do you want to just go home?"
Jenny thought about the predicament they were in. She had no idea that "anything" might include a blowjob. She tried to gather herself. She tried to calm herself enough to answer, but she just couldn't bring her words out into the open and somehow acknowledge this act.
"You're just going to have to give me some time to get used to the idea." She sobbed as she looked once more at her husband with her "see what you got me into?" expression of despair.
"Jenny, if you are going to give a blowjob, I want to see it. It is the most erotic think I can think of. You have beautiful hair, but if it covers your face, I can't see those luscious lips wrapped around a big cock. I can't see a big long one distorting your cheeks. I can't see you gag when it is rammed down your throat.
I want you to braid your hair into a French braid to keep it out of your face."
Jenny was devastated. She was devastated with the thought that she had to do this evil thing. She was humiliated that she would be signaling to her husband by braiding her hair that she was going to participate in this humiliation.
Sal stood and pulled out the chair for her. Jenny sat down in the chair and brushed her hair back over her shoulders and the back of the chair. She leaned her had back and started braiding; grasping hair at the top of her head and incorporating more into the braid as she wove it back and down her head.
When she arched her head back over the chair to start the braid, her bolero jacked opened. Her beautiful long stemmed pink nipples pointed out at a ninety degree to each other and otherwise pointed straight up in the air. When she reached the end, Sal handed her a rubber band which she used to tie off the end.
He brought over a type of comb to use that would keep her hair up in a bun. As she was finishing the bun, they could hear a series of cars come up the drive. The door bell chimed. Jenny's eyes had been shut as she braided her hair, trying to hide her humiliation of her situation, and struggled with the light when she went over to answer the door.
Joe had managed to get an account of one of the Kansas City Chiefs. Once he had one, more players asked for his advice. As the players were traded through the years, he began to get more and more football players' accounts from different teams. The first man through the door was one of the defensive backs. He was not that big, but still close to six feet tall and close to 200 pounds. They seemed to be gathering and coming in according to ascending height and weight. About the sixth man through the door was Randy Rison, a tight end that was about six feet six inches tall, and about 280 pounds. He looked like Genick Congo. He was dark ebony with not an ounce of fat. He was big, but you could hardly hear him when he walked. This was probably the most evil looking man Jenny had ever seen.
As the men came in, Jenny was required to introduce herself and give them a brief tour of the lower floor. The job seemed innocent enough, but Jenny had not counted on the way the dress would behave when she moved. Whenever she held out her hand to greet somebody, it parted her bolero jacket. When she escorted the men around, the dress was now unbuttoned from the hem, almost to her crotch. The weight of the dress dragging along the stone paving caused it to part almost all the way up. Although the person she was talking to was too close to see up her dress, the others were able to see from a distance, and could tell where the top of her stockings were, and had a pretty good idea she had no panties. As long as she was standing, not much showed.
Finally, when Sal was sure everybody was there, he turned the music a little louder. Jenny had been carrying around a small tray of finger food. With both hands lifted and extended to support the tray, she was unable to keep the sides of her bolero closed ... She was easily open for everybody to see.
Jenny tried not to walk any more than possible, because with her dress being unbuttoned so far up, the weight of it caused it to part almost to her crotch. Her lovely long and tanned legs were displayed magnificently, but she could tell by the breeze, that her vulva was often exposed. She had her hands full with the tray, and could not keep it pulled together.
Many of the men knew each other, and were trying to catch up about things they had been doing, but occasionally one of the men would take Jenny's tray, put it down, and ask her to dance. With one arm extended to the side and the other over the man's back, the bolero was open enough to display her wonderful nipples. Once that started, everybody wanted a dance.
During a break in the dancing, Jenny was passing out Hors D' Oeuvres, when she heard Sal's voice on some loud speaker. "Gentlemen, please gather around the water feature in the center of the Atrium. Jenny, could you meet us there please?" Jenny's blood chilled. What was going to happen now?
When she arrived at the fountain, Sal was standing there and the men had gathered around. He held out his hand and guided her to step up on the first limestone "step." The water seemed to have been turned off for the night, and the stones were all dry. Jenny stood and nervously faced the crowd.
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By Jax_Teller It was a long hot day and I tried to sleep some knowing I had to work later that night. I couldn’t sleep or nap for all the noise in the neighborhood. I decided to get some tanning time in and I set up my lounge chair in the yard. There was a privacy fence around the yard and I regularly tanned naked. Tanning naturally was dangerous for me because if I burned it would make working difficult at best. As an exotic erotic entertainer dancer, I had to keep my skin and body in shape...
A favourite story from Literotica... Jennyby TryAnything John peeked through the hole he had made in the closet wall connecting his room to his sister's. He could see his sister in her room beginning to undress for bed. As he became more excited watching her undress, John dropped his pants and pulled his cock out, holding it in his hand. Even though Jenny was only 19, John knew that she was already mature physically, with big full tits and a pussy that could clearly be seen through the sparse...
(Taken from my blog posts and combined into a single story)Jenny woke up earlier than usual this morning as her husband was showering. She could not fall back asleep like she normally does listening to the water fall in the next room. The promise of the new day as well as her anxiousness of her upcoming appointment was very much on her mind.As her husband finished up, hearing Jenny shift around multiple times, he came back in the bedroom and kissed her on the cheek. "Love you -- it will be a...
There are key moments in life which, when looked back on, change your direction and perspective completely.The seminar which Jenny was contracted to cover certainly changed her life, but in the most unexpected way.Jenny was a 24 year old free-lance journalist writing for magazines like Hello and FHM and occasional items for the local radio and newspapers when this story took place. Nottingham born in 1980, she was brought up since she was 12 years old by her grandparents on her Dad's side after...
By: kangaroo08 The old man had been making claims for years about a large pig, perhaps many, who had been making foraging attacks on his farm land that bordered on the swamp country. Not many people believed old Joe after listening to a lifetime of tall stories told at every opportunity and to anyone who would listen. Still he persisted with his larger than usual pig stories. “I tell him!” he would insist, “Them pigs is huge, one big boar must be seven or eight hundred pounds. Huge he...
As Jenny got out of the swimming pool she could feel the hot sun on her amazing sexy body, she was 19 and lived with her mum Taylor and her step dad Brad, Taylor met Brad at his fitness club he had and well as they say the rest is history, Jenny was on holiday from university her mum Taylor was a PR for a huge finance company.As she lay on the grass Brad shouted to see if she wanted a cold drink, Jenny got up and went in doors and sat chatting in the kitchen, she looked at brad’s very muscular...
INTRO "Ring Ring"..."Hello," Jennie Rotman-Ramirez groggily answered the phone in a sleepy stupor. It was 2PM, but Jennie hadn't gotten to bed until the wee hours of the morning due to a hectic photo shoot the night before that lasted some eight hours. "Yup, those are the latest photos on my website. They're current as of yesterday," Jennie assured as she rubbed her eyes and searched for a pad of paper and a pen on her nightstand. "Yes, I could do that. Right now I'm home here in...
Introduction: On Jennys way to work, her fiance convinces her to call in sick. A day of fucking ensues. Jenny was wrapping up the shower from her regular morning get-ready-for-work routine. Wake up, brush her teeth, undress, stare at her body, shower, stare at her body some more, get dressed, apply some make-up, and top it all off with fixing her hair. Jenny did this every morning, from 7 to 8:30 a.m., which left her just enough time to commute to the office by 9. Jennys schedule was rigid. As...
Jenni had just got out of her backyard pool from her 9am exercise session, looking a fine piece of work in her bikini, her tanned, curvy body showed well in the skimpy material. She looked up as Megan ran into the house, crying. They had been friends since year 7 and now that they were 20 years old, lived together. Jenni tied her sarong around her waist, while shaking the water out of her long blonde hair and walked up to Megan’s bedroom and found her sobbing on the bed.“Did Brett break it off...
Jenny and the JohnsonsIt is fair to say that the tale of Jenny and the Johnsons is a little unusual. It comprises of many different incidents, some of which are brief and others more protracted; most - it will please readers to learn - are filled with wild sexual escapade, which, on occasion, border the realm of the bizarre. Before delving into these events, I will give some background regarding our main character, Jenny Harrington, beginning with a description of her physical appearance. Jenny...
JennyWe had only been married about a month when my wife, Jenny, and I attended a party for a friend's birthday. We had been there a couple of hours and had a few beers. I think Jenny was in the lounge whilst I was in the kitchen with a group of lads. Anyway, the conversation got around to what we liked about girls' underwear. There was a general agreement on stockings and garters. When I agreed with this someone said that presumably Jenny wore stockings. I didn't know what to say to this. I...
JENNY’S SECRET (a Lesbian tale)Jenny hated this part of town. She read the address on the small slip of paper the girl had given her in the factory’s cafeteria. It read “35 Simmons, apt. 2”. Jenny opened the outside door and faced the mailboxes and the buttons. There were only two buttons, one was so worn that the number was illegible; the other showed “2”. Jenny rang. “Here”, shouted an Asian woman in her 50s, from a half-opened door a few feet away.“You’re Jenny ?”, she asked“Yes”, answered a...
Jenny gets a new lifeBy Sarah Jenny felt out of place at the university. True, she had been granted a scholarship for her track time at high school, but she didn’t really feel worthy to be deserving of a full four year scholarship. Still, her parents had begged her to take it, since it might be the only chance she would have to get a college degree. So reluctantly, she had signed the acceptance letter, and was soon on her way to the Kansas University, S.U. The moment she had...
JENNY’S SECRET – PART 3 – MinnieAfter her love session with Lihua, Jenny went home and was very happy her parents were away because she ranked of sex. She took a shower, had a bite to eat and tried to get some sleep. She tossed and turned, thinking about Nickie, Lihua and now Minnie. She replayed the whole scene with Lihua. She finally fell asleep but in her dream she could see Lihua and hear her say “I know a lot of lesbians” over and over again. Then she saw the Chinese lady at the rooming...
Mrs Denver stood up, hands on her hips, looked cross, was very cross, and shouted, “Mrs Howe, that was extremely dangerous and could have hurt young Emma. I’ll need to deal with you.” The afternoon had been going well. Parents and students were using the swimming pool. The swimming competition had been exciting. Now, about thirty parents and students were relaxing in the pool, some swimming lengths but most just were standing in the water and chatting to friends. Then came the incident. The one...
SpankingThe last place he remembered was the sawdusty back room of some side alley bar. He was having a drink there with someone he couldn’t remember, and then everything had gone hazy and then quickly black.As Jason slowly awoke, he realized that his body was strapped to an apparatus made of very sturdy wood. His limbs were held secure with leather restraints that kept his legs spread wide apart. An attractive girl with light brown hair and green eyes sat in a chair in front of him. She was dressed in...
Note : This story is completely fictional! As soon as his mom left for work Bill went to his little sister's room and undressed. He climbed in bed with her and pulled her nightgown above her waist, Jenny kissed him and removed her panties."Do it quick, I have to get ready for school" she whispered.Bill fucked his 18 year old sister with all he had. Jenny was glad when he filled her pussy with sperm. She knew someday he would make her and looked forward to having his baby. brother and sister had...
Incest(Mf, Ff, mf infidelity, romance) (edited) The next few weeks were a blur of activity for Mike, Jennie, and her mom Karen. After completing the required paperwork, the three went down to the courthouse, and in a quick, simple civil ceremony, Mike and Jennie were married. Jennie had worn a lace dress that, though not really a wedding gown, was precisely what she wanted; floor-length and sleeveless, light pink lace with spaghetti straps, lace shawl, a ring of flowers in her hair and around her...
(MFf incest) (edited) Mike looked for Jennie after school on Thursday after their dinner at her mom’s house, but he didn’t see her. He hadn’t heard a peep from her, very unusual. He tried texting her again right after school. ‘Hi’ he sent his typical starter line. Nothing. Mike grew worried. Worried something might have happened to her or maybe just mad at him still. ‘Just let me know you are ok and not kidnapped.’ Finally, a message from her... ‘ok’ ‘Can we talk?’ ‘later’ He gave...
(M/f F/f incest) (edited) Weeks had gone by from when Mike and Jennie had those amazing couple days together, and so far, they had stayed the course; they couldn’t see each other much since, well, she was his 16-year-old underage student, and he was her 32-year-old teacher. They texted (and sexted) quite a bit, especially now that Mike’s wife had left him. He was rattling around his empty house, fighting to keep from going after Jennie. Even the texts would drop away for days at a time when...
On this morning, as Jenny was drying off from her shower, she noticed her fiance, Sean, staring at her from their bed. Though she didn't mind, she was surprised that he was up this early and playfully tossed her towel at him from the bathroom, smiling and saying, "pervert!", as she turned to the mirror. Sean removed the towel from his face and continued admiring Jenny's body. She was tall, about 5'9, had hair down to the upper part of her back, and had B-cup breasts that fit perfectly...
It was a typical rainy night in a typical small Midwestern town. Jenny strolled into the bar with her girlfriends in tow. It was a typical bar, playing country music and serving overpriced drinks. It was girl’s night out for her and three of her closest friends. They had put on their evening dresses and said goodbye to their husbands. It wasn’t unusual for them to have a girl’s night out but this one was a little different. Jenny's dress was extra tight, her perfume freshly selected. The bra...
Love Stories“Jenny, get in here!” It was not even eight in the morning and Mr. Kempel was already screaming at her. Jenny picked up her notepad and a pen and then made her way around the secretary station. The short walk didn’t take more than five seconds but when she walked into the big corner office Mark Kempel sighed and said, “you did take your sweet time. Sit down and take notes.” “Sorry, Mr. Kempel.” Instead of answering he indicated with his hand for her to sit. She took about two pages of notes for...
BDSMNot finished yet, will update....keep looking..thanks....any comment will be truly appreciated.......IanxJenny 01....“OK, see you Monday.”“Bye”“Bye”"Wow! What a week! Gerald thought to himself as she closed the door. He watched her as she walked down the road and joined the throng pouring into the college gates. She was a good looking girl, just turned eighteen but you’d think she was older to look at her. She walked with a confident movement that was quite fascinating to him. Her figure was...
Jenny Takes ControlBy kewtieboyMy bisexual tendencies were known by Jennifer before we married. My male encounters had been at school and later at an all male college. There weren’t hundreds of guys but the sex had been quite intense and probably unusual for a guy like me I had actually had active and passive penetrative sex with a room mate I had really fallen for. He moved on and so did I and when I met Jenny, she was my first proper girlfriend. She had the shiniest brown hair I had ever seen...
JENNY’S SECRET – PART 4PREAMBLEThose who have not yet read the first three episodes or get confused with Asian names, here is a summary of the characters. I apologize for the long preamble but it is important in order to understand the rest of the story.THE FACTORY – a shipping and distribution center for Chinese food all over the US.JENNY – 40-year old non-Asian factory worker. Attractive but modest closet lesbian doing her coming out. The main character of the story.NICKIE – Non-Asian lesbian...
JENNY‘S SECRET – PART 2 - LihuaA few days after her evening with Nickie, Jenny was back at the factory and went outside as usual for a smoke during her break. It was raining and she ran to a small shed next to the door leading out of the kitchen. The shed was used to store canned goods and anything the rats couldn’t eat. It was of course locked but there was a covered porch which one could use to get out of the rain. Jenny stood smoking and watching the rain when she spotted the Asian girl who...
Jenni and the Indians By Aubrey Wylde Chapter 1 The CaptivesJenni sat in the darkness in the teepee. She had no sense of how late it was. It had been a long day. One of those days so long that memories of what she’d done in the morning seemed to belong to another day altogether. She could hear the Indians whooping and beating their drums. Raucous laughter, punctuated by squeals and shrieks, echoed in the darkness. And laughs. An awful lot of coarse laughter. They’d been going at it for hours...
Jenny is 18 year old and hails from Bradford in the UK and is studying at Nottingham University. She's 5ft 1" tall, 107lbs and has the kind of perfect slim shapely body that most women would die for. Everything in proportion, nice rounded breasts, a full rounded bottom, a trim waste and shapely legs. In fact she's fucking gorgeous!!Her brown eyes shine causing many a male heart to flutter. She keeps her shiny dark brown hair fairly long and it enhances her Mediterranean lineage. After seeing...
Jennifer receives a new set of rules for her sex educationJennifer needs constant observation to teach her obedience and respect for my rules.Jenny's sexy secret is her longing to be the only lover of her legal mentor Peter.Jenny isn't allowed to masturbate without Peter's permission, no more privacy for her.Jenny is too keen on severe spanking and the mindblowing orgasms as a hot highlight.Jenny will now only be flogged along her love lips as a reward for being a good girl.Jenny will be...
Prolog Gespannt schaut Jenny auf den Aushang und fährt mit dem Zeigefinger die lange Liste der Matrikel-Nummern ab, schließlich findet sie ihre Matrikel-Nummer und lächelte breit. Die langen schwarzen Haare mit der Hand zurückstreichend führt sie den Finger zurück an den Kopf der Liste um noch einmal zu prüfen, ob sie auch die richtige Liste durchgesehen hat, was sie natürlich bereits weiß, nun aber in ihrer Freude über die bestandene Prüfung noch einmal mit dem Triumph der Siegerin emotional...
When we returned from our trip to Fish Lake, Sara reminded me that Jenny was supposed to come over for the night. I had completely forgotten due to all that had occured on the trip. I told Sara that I could find another place to crash for the night so that they could be alone. Sara told me that she thought it would be best if I stayed.When we arrived back at her apartment, we unpacked our gear, sorted things out and relaxed at the table for a bite to eat. I was feeling pretty dirty and...
The first time I met Jenny Sanders was my first day at Redmont high school. I was a freshman new to the Redmont school system. My father changed companies and we ended up moving from the city to this sleepy town. Now before I get into Jenny Sanders, you should know my name is Alex Ulrick. Like I said I met Jenny my first day at Redmont, since I am new to the school jenny was tasked with showing me around. As I am more reserved and shy I was happy to oblige to this goddess showing me the...
This is a re-post of an early story of mine. I have re-edited it to improve the punctuation, grammar, and, I hope, readability. Nikki had calmed down and was sitting in a chair beside her mother with her towel wrapped around her. She was watching Tom string a floating white rope across the shallow end of the pool at the three foot depth. It would serve to mark Nikki’s safe area and prevent the floater from moving into the deeper area. She had recovered from her fright and was waiting to get...
“Yeah…you like that? Huh? You like it when daddy tears that fucking pussy up?” The words stopped Jenny dead in her tracks. She’d just gotten back from buying groceries and as she walked into the kitchen, she heard her husband’s voice coming from their bedroom down the hall. She knew they were at it again. Their nanny Kelly had been really good to the young ones for the past year. She always made sure that they left for school on time, she always made sure they had lunches, snacks, and if Jenny...
Jenny's First SpankingIt all began on the day before Halloween when Jenny decided to dress up as a ‘naughty schoolgirl’ for the party she was going to with a couple of friends.She after all still had her old school uniform, the long white socks, big blue knickers, white shirt, the school tie, blazer and that stupid straw hat with the band round it. When she tried it on she was pleased to find that it was still quite a good fit, it was however far from sexy!So she swapped the just above the knee...
Jenny's First SpankingIt all began on the day before Halloween when Jenny decided to dress up as a ‘naughty schoolgirl’ for the party she was going to with a couple of friends.She after all still had her old school uniform, the long white socks, big blue knickers, white shirt, the school tie, blazer and that stupid straw hat with the band round it. When she tried it on she was pleased to find that it was still quite a good fit, it was however far from sexy!So she swapped the just above the knee...