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Jenny was really tired of it, but it had become so much of a routine, she had long ago quit fighting it. Jenny was forty. Her husband was in his sixties. She had married him after a disastrous first marriage.
Jenny was a late bloomer. She was fairly tall as an eighth grader; very skinny; no boobs; but could run like a deer. Her face was as good as any model. She was as good as the two youngest Jenner girls, only she had reddish brown hair. She was pretty insecure in junior high, but soon began to change. She kept her slender figure, but under that clingy track jersey, her breasts began to take shape; not big, but firm, proud and perky. They were small-to-medium melons, but had spectacularly long pink nipples that budded before she was ready.
Before she was aware of it, the boys at the track meets began to notice. Before her mother realized, her light, clingy blouses were telegraphing her budding adulthood. Suddenly she was very popular. Nobody might have noticed, but when a freshman breaks the KU Relays record for the 1600meter run, lots of pictures are taken; they show up in the paper and on YouTube.
Jenny was getting much more attention than she wanted. Jenny was gullible and taken advantage of. Longing for attention, she was quick to take up with the more popular athletes. By the time she got to college, she was burned out with the disappointments, hollow promises, and misleading romances she had been a part of.
While in college, she married the promising young quarterback. Before their four years were up, he had been caught with several other girls while playing football games away from home. Jenny divorced him and had a very bitter attitude towards men.
Jenny had a good job as a school teacher. She kept to herself for the most part. She felt comfortable with her present husband, Joe, because he was quite a bit older and she wasn't really looking for romance. They started out innocently enough. One thing led to another. Finally she had a choice. He was really too old for her if she wanted children, but he was relatively wealthy. She married him thinking that she would eventually fall in love with him.
Through the years, their sex life had been manageable. By the time she was nearing forty, Joe's sex life had began to deteriorate. He would subtly ask her to do different things.
One day he brought home some clothes she was not used to wearing. Joe wanted to celebrate an exceptionally good business deal he had made, and brought her some clothes to wear to dinner. Jenny had been given some very high heel shoes, a button-front dress that was very short. It was not her style, but since so many girls are dressing that way now, she reluctantly put it on.
Joe took her out for dinner and dancing at a new Blues Club. She got lots of admiring stares and lots of requests for dances. Jenny was reluctant, but went along so as not to offend the many black men in the audience. That night and for many nights to follow, Joe was a tiger in bed. Jenny didn't care that much for sex, but appreciated the renewed attention.
That lasted for a good six months or so. Then Joe came home with another outfit. It was a very short, clingy silk dress that barely came to the bottom of her thumbs. Thinking she was going out for dinner and dancing again, she was looking forward to the night out, however reluctant she was to be dancing with more strangers.
This time, Joe took her to a "Peep Show" theatre. The first floor had seats for dining and a stage. After the dinner had started, there were a number of beautiful young women who came out and danced on the pole centered on their table. Jenny was embarrassed, but figured that Joe would be hot after the evening was over.
That lasted several months.
The next time he took her out, he took her to the same place, with the same outfit. It was the same outfit, but he had forbidden her to wear anything underneath; no bra; no panties. This time, instead of going into the restaurant, they got in an elevator and went upstairs. Joe purchased two tickets and the attendant buzzed a door to let them in.
When they went in, Jenny was a little surprised at the light. Usually, she could hardly see when she tried to get to her seat. This theatre was a little different. There were three aisles; one down the center, and one each down each side. By code, there must be an aisle so nobody must go past six other people, which means you can have one center aisle and rows with thirteen seats in each row. This theatre only had seating for about fifty. There were only about six seats in each row.
Joe went in first and sat in a seat that left Jenny in the middle seat. No sooner than they sat down, several of the men who were sitting by themselves moved. Two came to sit in seats on each side of hers in the row in front of her. One sat next to her and several came to sit in the row behind her.
It was not hard to see in the light, but it was obscure enough that it had an intimate feeling. Jenny looked around. She watched as another couple came in and sat closer to the front. The same reaction happened. Several of the remaining individual men who had not surrounded her gathered like vultures around the other couple. Like Jenny and her husband, the other couple was an older man with a middle aged wife. She had graying shoulder length hair.
Jenny was very uncomfortable with t he show, but it wasn't outrageous. It was a French film; more like a vintage porno film of an older man with a young maid. Through the course of the show, the young girl was ordered into a number of compromising positions. If this got her husband excited, so be it.
Jenny couldn't help but noticing movement between the people around the other couple. She could swear she could see one of the strangers fumbling with the other woman's clothing. Soon the woman's head disappeared. That started frenzy with the men around her. "What were they doing?" she wondered. Soon it became clear, the men were groping her and she was fondling them. She could swear one of the men disappeared out of sight in the space in front of her.
About that time, Jenny realized that several of the men were trying to get her husband's attention. He nodded his head almost imperceptibly, like a man making a bid at an auction. Jenny was gripping her husband's hand for all she was worth.
Suddenly, she felt the man to her left drop his hand in her lap. "Do you come here to meet other couples?" the man whispered in her ear as he turned to put his left hand on her thigh. Jenny was petrified. She looked at her husband, who seemed transfixed at the meaningless images on the screen.
Jenny was shivering out of control as the realization hit her that her husband surely knew what was going on. Her heart was in her throat as the hand to her left crept up her thigh, bringing her dress with it. He took her left hand and opened her clenched fist. He opened her fingers; extended her arm and closed her fingers around his shaft.
She felt her husband stroking her right hand and arm, trying to comfort and sooth her in her panic. "He knows. He has to know." Her mind screamed. Soon she felt him drop her right hand and move to her right thigh. He stroked her leg in an effort to sooth her. It was his way of letting her know she had his consent for whatever was about to happen.
Jenny was paralyzed with fear; with indignation; with humiliation. "Was this what he wanted? Was this what it was going to take to get him up? How far is this charade going to go?" she wondered as she felt another hand from behind slip down her front. Her left nipple stiffened; not in excitement, but in fear and terror.
She closed her eyes, trying to absorb what was going on. Her mind screamed a thousand different things; run, hit them, do something. She struggled with her humiliation and curiosity about her husband's diminishing sexual appetite. What was her responsibility to him? She was too numb to react. She had invested so many years with him, what was the appropriate reaction now? She wondered as she felt another hand slip down her front. The hand massaged her, and then withdrew. It started unbuttoning her front. The cold air-conditioning told her she was exposed as she felt the chill on her nipples as they were being tweaked.
Her hand that Joe had been holding was being raised by a man behind her husband. She felt it being wrapped around an exposed cock. It was hot and moist. It was so close to her face she recognized the familiar smell and heat. She was too paralyzed to react. The man closed his hand over hers and guided it back and forth. Her fingers were shaking under his. She refused to cooperate by squeezing down or moving on her own.
She felt the massive member being used to caress the side of her face as the hand to her left entered her. Jenny was starting to mew in humiliation now. It was a shuddering kind of whimpering.
She felt Joe's hand behind her right knee. She felt him raise his arm, lifting her right leg and bending it at the knee. He lifted it and pulled it to one side, exposing her to the view of the others in front, and widening access for the man to her left.
Jenny looked up at her husband, who refused to look at her. "P ... p ... p ... please, Joe. Is this what you want?"
"It's up to you honey," he whispered in her ear as he turned to her for the first time. He watched as the fingers of the man to her left slipped into her. It was too dark to see, but they could both hear the slurping sound as it slipped in and out of her. The noise seemed defeating to Jenny as she pleaded with her husband to end her torment.
He moved her right hand down to his own crotch, and positioning it at his belt. Jenny was desperate.
"P ... p ... p ... please honey. Please stop them. I will ... will ... will relieve you if you make them stop." Joe looked defeated. He didn't know how to respond. Sensing a hesitation in his response, Jenny brushed the phallus against her cheek aside, and slowly started to unfasten his belt. Slowly, she opened the brass button at the top of his jeans and pulled the tab of his zipper.
Jenny was humiliated to be doing this at all and exponentially more so with an audience. "Anything; she thought. Anything to get out of this hand in her vagina and the phallus on her cheek."
Jenny parted the sides of his fly and exposed his flaccid penis. She leaned over and kissed him tenderly as she placed his right hand on her exposed left breast. She was determined to bring him to a climax as soon as possible. She tried to slide her left hand up and down him in a circular motion, but that didn't seem to be enough.
She felt his right hand move to the back of her head. She recognized the movement; the endless struggle between them in their first year together. He knew what her reaction had always been to this point, but he was determined to try again.
She had struggled indignantly for years. Now, she was desperate. "Do this to him. Do this for him, or do it to the strangers around her." It was a terrible dilemma with no decent outcome. She considered looking into his eyes and imploring him for some sort of preservation of her dignity, but didn't know what else might happen.
With her spirit more or less broken, she lowered her head. Her eyes were almost completely closed by the tears blurring her vision, but she could see that a number of cell phones had been turned on, illuminating the scene between her and her husband.
She tried to turn her mind off as she lowered her lips to meet him. She wet her lips and kissed the tip softly. She looked up to see if that was enough. She felt a flash go off. She was helpless to maintain any dignity as she felt the hand on the back of her head. She shook her head to remove the hand. "Please don't force me. Please give me time to get adjusted to the idea."
She mewed.
Jenny lowered her head. She used the sides of her cheeks to caress his shaft as she moved her head from side to side. Despite her humiliation, despite her terror, despite her anguish about the situation, Jenny had a tender and motherly manner about her that was instinctive. She extended her tongue and lathered the end with an act of passion she did not really feel.
The cell phones continued to flash as cameras and video recordings were made. Jenny was not really in much of a position to control what happened to herself when her husband stiffened; his legs straightened out; his head went back and thrashed from side to side. She did not have her hands around it. They were supporting her on the armrests when the thing went off.
Jenny flinched when she felt the explosion. She wasn't sure what to do. She hadn't been through it before; at least not since high school; not since those nights in the back seat of her boyfriend's Camaro. At the time, she was caught in the curiosity and newness of sex. She had been a fourteen year old in love. This was different. This was in the presence of strangers with cameras and video in a public place. The humiliation and embarrassment washed over her as the blasts of semen filled her mouth and covered her face. "What now?" she thought as her husband reluctantly buttoned himself up. "What now?" she wondered as she moved to button up the front of her dress. Somebody handed her a towel and helped her wipe the muck out of her hair and off of her face.
Men behind her rubbed her shoulders and tried to sooth her shuddering and calm her sobbing.
To some, this was the ultimate use of evil power over an innocent victim. To others who saw it, it was the performance of a beautiful woman trying to hold together a questionable marriage. You had to have been there.
A number of men followed the couple out of the theater that night. Everybody tried everything they knew to see if they could meet up with them again. Joe had had enough. Another day would be another idea. He was done with this one.
For months after that, Joe was a monster in bed. He was a monster every night and three times a day on Saturdays and Sundays. Jenny felt she had paid a huge sacrifice, but maybe it had all been worth it. She felt now that she had her old husband back. Little did she know it would not last.
Finally one day he had come home with a big smile on his face. He was beaming when he guided Jenny to the front door. There in the drive, was a brand new coal black, Bugatti Veyron.
"Oh my God. What did you do?" Jenny whispered as she held her hands up to her mouth.
"I cashed out my retirement fund early. I know I can drive it several years; sell it and get my money back out of it." He beamed. Jenny was crushed. He had spent a million and a half on a fucking car.
If that was the worst thing that he would do, that would have been o.k., but Jenny was in for much more than she realized. His personality began to change. He became much more boastful and quite a braggart. He always wanted to race somebody. Of course, most people with a hotrod know enough about cars to have enough sense not to try to stay with a Bugatti. Never-the-less, it spruced up their sex life quite a bit. "Maybe this is better than getting him excited in an adult theater." Jenny reasoned, thankful not to have to be a part of it.
Finally, one day Joe had decided to take a trip. There is a cross country trip that is not announced. The fastest cars in the world get together for a race from somewhere on the east coast to the west coast. It is never announced. If anybody is caught, the police will follow it and arrest everybody when they come through, making anybody who slipped through the speed stop virtually guaranteed to win.
Joe knew about the trip, and was trying to get to a spot in the Midwest to watch it. He ended up in the rocky mountains in a little and obscure ski resort. When the cars went by; over about a twelve hour span, he was upset that he had not been a part of it.
The resort they were staying in had several hundred rooms. It was not during tourist season and most of the rooms were vacant. The time share sales staff was not there. The ski rental offices were closed. About the only thing open was the bar. The bar was hard to find. It had a door which almost seemed like a side door. You had to know it was there, because it did not have a large expanse of glass to advertise itself.
Joe had been drinking. Since the race had gone by, he had been drinking a lot. "I can beat any motherfucker in here." He was shouting between drinks. "Put up your fucking money. I will race your fucking car against mine; Pink slips. I will race that $ 1,500,000.00 car against anything you got; any of you."
The bartender did not say anything. He just kept mixing drinks and handing them out. If somebody wanted food, he had to go back into the kitchen and make up the hamburger or fried mushrooms; whatever they wanted. It was a small bar.
As the night continued, the bartender started to make some calls. A number of biker-type of young men came in to listen. They talked quietly to each other.
Finally the bartender came up to Joe. "Mister, I would like to take that bet. You have the best car by far, so I will accept the race under certain conditions."
"I'll race you under any fucking conditions; day, night, rain, I don't care. You name the conditions. What are you driving?"
"I've got an old Toyota." The man said.
Jenny was sitting with her husband. She looked up at the big black bartender. "This is a ridiculous joke." She told herself, and tried not to smile.
"Name your conditions and name your bet." The drunken old man said as he waived his half empty glass.
The huge black man produced a typewritten letter. "Here are the conditions. Here is a map. We are to race tonight from Coal Creek, through Dentonville, Cassville, and Snyder. It's about seventy mile in a loop. The first one back to this bar wins. You have to sign this letter approving all the conditions."
Everything seemed clear. The map was clear. It was a loop around the river at the bottom of the canyon. The only thing that was not filled out was the slot for "Wager Amount."
Alright, young man I don't think that damned Toyota piece of shit is equal to my Bugatti. What are you willing to wager?"
"I own this fucking hotel. It's my building against your fucking car." The huge black man stood back and leaned against the table. He looked over at Jenny. Jenny had on a set of dark brown chocolate colored high heeled boots that stopped just below her knees; dark boot cut Levi's, and a blue, oxford men's dress shirt that was starched and tucked into her waistband.
"Wait a minute. Fuck that car of yours. I will wager this building against your wife. I don't want your fucking cheap ass car."
Joe looked up at the big black bartender. He looked around the room. "Show me your ride first." He said.
The crowd of about twenty walked out of the bar and into the parking lot. The parking lot was dimly lit, but there was no mistaking the "Toyota."
"I lied about the Toyota," the bartender said. "The nameplate on the tank says "Toyota," but it's really a Yamaha. It's a 1985 Yamaha FZ750. Surely you're not afraid of an old motorcycle?" the bartender said with a smirk.
"You're on." the half-lit Joe said as he turned and thundered back into the bar. He signed the letter and filled in the amounts:
"Wife for Building."
They both signed their names; it was notarized, witnessed and dated. The sun was going down. Without any talk, about half of the motorcycle riders silently disappeared. They took off to position themselves at various positions around the course; both just before each town and just after each town. Some took up positions at critical turns.
By the time the two men were ready, the sun had set. Joe did not know that the both the Yamaha and Bughatti had been fitted with GPS devices. The men at the turns and ends of the small villages would know where each vehicle was. The bartender could also tell where Joe was.
It wasn't much of a race. The Bugatti could close the distance between them on the straight-aways, but couldn't keep up on the corners. With no knowledge of whether there was sand on the road in the curves, Joe had to use some caution. Going through the towns, he could not tell if other cars were in the intersections or close by. Joe had no choice but to keep to the 25mph posted limits posted in town. Marcel, the bartender, blazed through at 110mph because his accomplices would pull their own motorcycles into the intersections or adjoining streets to block traffic.
Jenny was sitting there in the lounge when she heard the high scream of the Yamaha and the lights come into view in the parking lot. Her heart went into her throat; the blood drained from her face as the huge black man put down the center stand on his bike. He walked in slowly; grinning and holding his helmet under his arm as he kicked open the door.
When Joe came in several minutes later he knew. He had seen the Yamaha, still smoking, but with the center stand down. When he came through the door, he saw the fright and terror in his wife's face as she was now sitting on his lap.
When Marcel had come in, he tossed his helmet to one of his friends, and sat down in a large oak captain's chair next to Jenny. He reached over, grabbed her hand and yanked her up and into his lap.
When Joe came in he could see the despair in her eyes. "How could you have done this to me?" her eyes seemed to be pleading back to him. Words weren't really necessary. They had both seen the document. Jenny had not been asked for her approval. Had she been asked, she hardly thought there was any chance the Bugatti could have been beaten. It was an unbelievable opportunity to get the hotel for nothing.
Win or lose, Jenny was devastated with her husband's brash audacity to use her for a wager. Even if he had won, she would have been crushed to have been considered in this way. Now it was even worse. This was the Adult Theatre all over again.
At least in the theatre, she didn't really know what was coming. Now she knew. This would not be an opportunity to just "relieve" her husband. This was going to be a real humiliation.
Even without having Marcel's clothes off, she knew any kind of "fit" was unlikely. "This is truly going to hurt." Her mind screamed at her.
"Let's start off the celebration with a round of drinks, Marcel said as he put one hand in the air and the other wrapped around Jenny far enough to cradle her breast. He eased her off of his lap in an obvious effort to get her to serve the drinks. Thankful to get away from him, Jenny headed gratefully towards the kitchen.
"Wait a fucking minute, young Lady." You can't serve drinks to our customers like that." He said as he leaned over and reached out to keep her from getting away. He grabbed her hand. She stood there, refusing to face him or shorten the distance between them by returning. Since she had at least stopped, Marcel said: "Young lady you need a costume that is in keeping with the bar theme in here. Oh, wait; we have no theme; we have no costume or uniform."
"Since we don't have a costume, you aren't dressed properly." He tugged on her arm, forcing her back between his legs. Jenny looked desperately over at her husband as she felt his fingers tug her shirt out of her jeans. Her lip started to quiver as she saw him lean forward and pull up the pant leg of his jeans. She saw him pull out a long white ivory stick. The stick was the 12" long pearl handle of a switch blade.
He held it sideways, but vertical. Her mind watched in slow motion as she saw the button being pressed. She saw the 12" blade swing slowly in an arc and snap open. It only took a millisecond to happen, but her mind was going a thousand miles an hour. She flinched when she heard the "click." It sounded like two boxcars being chocked together.
With his left hand wrapped around her thighs, his right hand pointed the glittering tip against her throat. He lowered it and stopped at the top button. He placed the tip between the two pieces of shirt fabric. Like a magic wand, he twisted it almost imperceptibly and the top button skipped across the worn oak floor. The sound was deafening; not because it was heavy, but to Jenny it signaled what was to come. The buttons were coming off. They would not go back on. This was a one way street.
Jenny's mind went numb as the rest of the buttons dropped, one at a time and rolled across the floor. The room was silent.
Marcel stuck the blade between her leg and the denim of her jeans. He was going to slit the fabric from the inseam clear up through the belt so it would part to reveal her crotch.
"Please don't." she sobbed. "I ... I ... I'll do it. Please leave me something." she sobbed as she reached for the belt. She was trying desperately to salvage some sense of dignity. "She had to have something to cover herself when this was over." She tried to tell herself.
It probably wasn't all about the clothes. She was trying subconsciously to create some kind of struggle for power; to wrestle some sort of initiative away from him. By removing her own clothes, perhaps she could salvage least some modicum of control over the situation. She knew she had no way to prevent the removal of her clothes, but perhaps if she did it herself she would preserve some sort of dignity; maybe.
Jenny tried to bend over to remove her boots. "Forget the boots, lady. Lets leave those on. Jenny tried not to sob. She tried to summon some sort of smile she did not have or feel. It was pretty useless as the quivering of her lower lip gave her away when she bent over to zip open the lower part of her boot cut jeans so they could slide off over her boots. Jenny opened the belt; brass button at the top, and pulled the tab of her zipper. The cool air hit her abdomen. She slid the tight garment down her thighs and stepped out of them. Jenny leaned over to pick them off the floor, fold them and placed them on the end of Marcel' outstretched steel wand. It wasn't just a knife. The long thin blade was being used like a septor; a symbol of his authority over her. He pulled the garment up to his nose and inhaled. He flicked his knife over his head, tossing the garment to somebody behind him. They chuckled and passed the price on. Jenny was too humiliated to run after them.
She stood there, not knowing whether to continue or wait for a command. The men's shirt covered her to her thighs, but was open in front. Jenny crossed her hands self-consciously for cover.
Marcel's glaring eyes and the devastating stares from the other men told her she could not hold on for long. Reluctantly, she arched her back and slid the shirt off of her. She brought it around in front of her, trying desperately to shield herself. Marcel held out his arm with the sharp septor extended towards her. His arm looked like it was ten feet long; the knife another three. She placed the shirt on the point.
Instead of just using the point to bring the shirt to him, he used it to twist the fabric around her wrist. He used it to drag her over to him. She stood again, shuddering between his legs; sideways. He unwound the shirt from her wrist. He inhaled and tried to suck the perfume out of the shirt before he flipped it behind him to one of the others.
With his left hand wrapped around her thighs, he stuck the point between her breasts and under her crossed arms. He used the knife to force her to uncross her arms. Humiliated, she stood there with her arms at her sides. Her bra was the sheer, transparent fabric that was used in pantyhose. It did nothing to hide her long-stemmed coral pink nipples. They were twice the length of anything Marcel had ever seen before. They looked like the pink pearl eraser tips on the end of a number two lead pencil; only much longer. They shuddered to reflect the terror and humiliation that was roiling in her abdomen.
Joe was caught up in the moment. He was transfixed by the scene in front of him. In spite of his indignation over his wife's embarrassment, he was also intrigued with her fight to keep some sort of dignity.
Jenny glared for a second at her husband, in despair for what he was putting her through. When she felt the tip of the knife between her breasts, she closed her eyes. It was so sharp, she did not feel it slice through the fabric holding her cups together. She did not have to have her eyes open to know that it was open. The chilled air from the ductwork above told her she had been exposed. She reached up in a futile effort to hold the transparent fabric over her. It was too late. The elastic fabric had snapped around and was trapped between her ribs and arms on the sides. Never the less, she instinctively reached up to cup her breasts. She felt the knife against her wrists. She moved her hands to cover her face; to hide her tears. When she felt the steel point again, she reluctantly lowered her arms to her sides.
She opened her eyes and saw the men starring; transfixed with her physique. She tried to maintain some sort of dignity by fixing her gaze at a point on the wall above her husband.
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Hauling out the topographic map and sending Connie to fetch a ruler I discovered that one inch=2000feet. The ruler said the map said it was an inch and a quarter from the 90 degree turn at Consuelo’s trailer to the next fence east. 2500 feet. From the map it was between 4 and 3/4 inches to 5 inches to Keystone road. One inch equals 2000 feet. Five inches therefore equals 10 thousand feet. 2,500 x 10,000 equals 25,000,000 square feet... 25 million square feet. Figuring that nothing was...
It was summer vacation. I was alone at home since everyone from my family had gone to pune. My mom requested our neighbor Shikha to give me food for those 15 days. Shikha was a very good lady; by nature as well as by looks. She came to live in the flat next to ours couple of months ago. She was divorced. Her husband went to USA seven years back and got married to another lady there and gave divorce to Shikha. She had a son who was in 3rd standard. Her husband had given her enough...
MatureThursday 26-Apr 2007 After school, Chris had a second round of trials for the First Eleven soccer team. With everything else that was going on, he'd almost forgotten, but David reminded him, since they both looked like they had a real chance of getting into the team. As he made his way to the trial, he was suddenly confronted by a rather aggressive looking Lisa. She poked her finger into his chest, and pushed him back. "What are you thinking, going after Shahia like that?" Chris looked...
Lynneth trudged along the dirt road. Her legs were tired and sore, her skin filthy, and her clothing smelled of the three weeks' travel she'd spent. Her home was forbidden to her now; she could not return until she had found the subject of the dream. That damn dream.... she silently cursed. The dream had been littered with omens her grandmother had deciphered for her. Few were good. And because of them, the elders had sent her away, fearing the darkest times possible to come from them if she...
The Library ? by: Jennifer White My aunt Flora passed away, and we all attended the funeral. It was a very sad occasion, as we had been friendly, and I would miss her. Soon after, the last will and testament was read to us. Various cousins inherited some of her things, and her savings. But for me, she left her house. I had visited there often as a child, and had many fond memories. I lived in an apartment, so it was quite an upgrade to move into a nice white house in a good...
“That was fun, us sharing a blow job! I can hardly wait for us to share another one. I love that you like sucking cock.” Lisa said cuddling against Dan. “Kiss me my love!” and they embraced in a tongue searching kiss. “Wow, that was a fantastic kiss!” “You only liked it because I had a man’s cum on my breath,” he joked. “It isn’t very often that I’ll turn down giving a blow job for the enjoyment of my girls.” “Just like when you eat my fucked pussy!” “That makes five cocks you made...
Virginia I was at our estate about an hour outside Richmond when mom approached me with a hug and kiss. In the time since my father passed away years ago, it’s been the two of us. We have quite a few friends and even a few family members popping in from time to time. However, following my father’s passing, we’ve grown incredibly close. Probably more than should be appropriate for a mother and son. My father, before he passed, was a successful investor and grew up in a wealthy family. He was...
Here I was just turned 16, I liked to dress in girl's clothes and was very curious about cock, no about sex. Oh, god yes! My hormones were driving me mad with the desire to not only dress up whenever I could but also to have sex. Anything I saw in newspapers or magazines about women, girls or with sexual meaning had my mind just a blur of indecent thoughts. This particular day I had been shopping and needed the toilet. The shop I was in didn't have any so there was only one thing to do - that...
CrossdressingI admit that my story work seems to have been getting longer and longer, primarily due to the way I have tried to embellish the tales with as much detail as possible to place the reader right there in the story. If this is getting to be too much, I would like to hear from you. There are a couple significant names used in this story. See if any of you can figure out just how they may apply to anybody in RL. True to form for me, you just know I'm going to say that this story utilizes...
She heard him rise early and shower. Just as she had done dozens of times with Allan, Kerri pulled the covers over her head, as a child would do to ward off the monsters of the night. There simply was no defense. She knew he could take her any time and any way he wished. His footsteps in the hall grew closer to her door and she trembled, but, thankfully, he moved on past and into the kitchen. After a few more minutes she heard the front door slam. Kerri waited several minutes to make sure he...
After the New Year’s parties and celebrations that I was requested to attend as a representative of the administration, life took a different turn. The President was in the final year of his second term and was not able to run again. With former Vice President Mason out of the running because of his health, there was now a free for all in the candidates for President - and there were plenty of them. I was being pressed to endorse one of the party candidates and campaign for them, but that...
That night I was worried about the non existent reply. She was very beautiful! Blonde straight hair, blue eyes, soft pink lips and a slight tinge of freckles. Despite her appearance of a typical blonde she was considered to be an innocent girl. But I saw through that act! Her body was unbelievable, every curve was perfect, nice thin arms with a toned belly. Her breasts sat perfectly- they were decently sized- her most stunning feature was her ass and legs! Long and thin with great...
This story is special to me and based on personal experience. Thanks to the readers who have journeyed this far. Your company is very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~ NOW THURSDAY night I hardly slept. I was like a child on Christmas Eve, excited and desperate for morning to arrive so that I could open my gifts. But I wasn’t a child. I was less than a month from my 58th birthday and my special present was a meeting with Gaynor. I lay quite still for most of the night but my mind restlessly darted...
Julian sighed. He had just gotten off the phone with his ex-wife, Stacey, who told him that she was taking the kids to the Gold Coast for the weekend, so he would not be seeing his kids on “his” weekend. Julian wondered why he even got his hopes up anymore. The last time he had seen his kids was almost 9 months ago on his daughter Abigail’s 8th birthday. Stacey had made the mistake of telling Abby that she could do “whatever she wanted” on her birthday this year. Abby said she had wanted to see...
Mind ControlWell, I finally called jc and we chatted for quite sometime. at least one week went by before any sexual act happened. jc still overwhwlmed by our experience on the dance floor could not stop talking about it. I felt quite elated to know that it was one of the best experience he had ever had. he confessed that he had a lover and life partner and they both shared a home together with their two dogs. At first I did not want to get myself involved with someone who cheats on their partner , but I...
GayI’ve known Monica since we were kids. We met on the neighborhood playground and grew up together. As we grew older, I found myself completely in love with her. She was always small, slender and cute, with a smooth, almost onyx skin tone, long silken curls and mischievous eyes that were almost equal in color to the darkness of her complexion. And as we grew older she grew more beautiful until it almost seemed as if no man could resist looking at her as she passed.With us both being virgins, our...
CuckoldDuncan Somerville set his top hat on the coat rack that stood beside his bureau. Looking at his reflection in the large mirror on the wall that hung above it, he brushed a hand through his hair, a broad smile on his face. It was by hard work that he had made his fortune, but nature had been helpful by providing his good looks. Once again, he had charmed his way into another opportunity. At twenty-seven, he would be soon holding a third of another business.Duncan had just arrived home from a...
SteampunkTo begin with, i am 22 years old Gujju boy from Ahmedabad. Well-built athlete body and well to do looks. Any unsatisfied sisters/aunties/bhabhis from all over the Gujarat can contact me at [email protected]. You’ll definitely have the best sex of your life, that is guaranteed, that too free of cost. Coz i believe in making women happy..!!It all began last month when my brother went abroad due to business. Bhabhi was okay 1-2 days, but then she started feeling lonely and she used to whatsapp...
Caitlin and Mickey showed up the next morning, looking more than a little worse for wear. They had spent half the night sleeping on the deck of a boat tied up in the marina, but then got rousted by security and finally spent the rest of the night on the beach. After leaving us yesterday, they had gone water skiing on a boat full of other kids but finally gave up when they figured out that everyone else on board, including the driver, was completely stoned. They managed to convince him to take...
Sunday night. After a few minutes of rest and recuperation I looked at Ellen and said, "Sorry I got your dress all crumpled." "That's OK," Ellen replied. "It seems to have done it's job. You really attacked me that time." "Yes, your wiggling and teasing got me all worked up. Are you ok with that?" "Oh, I'm definitely ok with it," she said with a smile. "It's nice to get attacked every once in a while, especially if it's you." "It better be me," I said with a mock stern...
The Story is written by lohengren99 at literotica.comMy mom had sounded very disappointed when I told her I wouldn't be able to make it to their home for their 30th wedding anniversary."But, Richard, your brother can't be there either.""Sorry, mom, but I can't get out of the trip I've got scheduled. And I'm not responsible for Ross's life. What about Marie? Will she be there?""I haven't talked to your sister yet so I'm not sure" I could hear the hurt in her voice and it was hard to keep the...
After walking about a mile, I looked around me in the dark forest, noticing to being surrounded by large tree vines. The noise was now only metres away and I began to kneel down on one leg and creep up on this mysterious creature without it noticing me. Everything went silent... I began to look around me, but nothing was to be seen. As I moved my right foot, something was grabbing hold of it in the thick muddy long grass. I tried to tug my foot a second time, but it was if i was chained to a...
Pamela continued the internal argument she had been having since she left her office. This was foolish. She should have brought uniforms. She should have just had him brought in and not come here at all. That was procedure. That was all that was expected of her. But she just didn't want this case to go back to jail. Now every case had a sob story; six years as a parole officer and she was all but immune to them. Most of them were lies anyway and easy enough to check. The only reason she...
I know I need to tell my wife. It is the only way to put an end to this. Yet, my hands hesitate to open the car door. We have not really crossed any lines, have we? Ms. Peterson is a new member of my congregation. Maybe I am seeing sin where there is none. After all, she bravely occupies the first pew, when most like to hide toward the middle to back.She sought a private meeting with me needing my counsel. Maybe I imagined the extra touches of her hand - on my shoulder and thigh. This beautiful...
Taboo“Daniel! Kids!” Rebecca shouts. “It’s dinner time!” After Jessie and Terry got home from school, Rebecca and Daniel went upstairs for a shower, where he surprised her with yet another vigorous fucking. She couldn’t believe he was going for a second round, nor did she complain. Terry and Jessie comes racing down the stairs, fighting each other to be first at the table. “Hey, you two,” Rebecca says. “What have I told you two about running through the house?” “Sorry, Mom,” Jessie says with a...
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I picked up a pizza and a couple of slurpees (there is nothing better than an all meat pie and a cream soda slurpee) and headed home resolved to assure Ben I wasn't mad, but we needed to talk.I walked into the house and Ben, near tears, groaned, "I'm so sorry, Dad."I handed him a slurpee and said calmly, "Apology accepted. Now let's both chill; we can eat and have a talk.""Okay," he said, surprised by my calm. Truth is, I was a very calm person ninety-nine percent of the time, but when I...
I walked off the elevator at seven forty-five on Tuesday morning and was not really surprised to see Ron, my regional manager, already at his desk. He usually came in around nine, but today was going to be a special day for him - how special he didn't yet know. He waited until I was in my office and then he came in to see me: "Olsen said he wanted to see both of us as soon as you got here. You have any idea what he wants?" I shrugged my shoulders, "It may have something to do with the...
Jen lay in bed. Michael had just left for work after fucking her again. The night before had so turned him on, they fucked all night long. It had turned Jen on too. Being fingered by Vic right in front of Sally, his pregnant wife, was so wicked. She knew she was probably going to go to hell for it, but the naughtiness really turned her on. She remembered with a glow the orgasm Vic had given her. But were things going too far? Last night they had gone farther than they ever had, playing with...
I woke up the next morning in my aunt Evelinas bed alone and naked. The events of last night came flooding back and a smile formed on my face. I was going to try something bold so I walked down to the kitchen naked to see her standing by the stove in only a long shirt. I don't think she heard me come In so when I put my hand between her legs to feel her sex she jumped a little. " Morning sweetie" she said while trying to turn around. I kept her facing forward and got to my knees . I spread...
“We need to talk.” Denise burst though the door to our apartment towing a rolling overnight bag. I almost fell off the barstool I was sitting on. I was on the dining area side of the kitchen counter. I caught myself and stood up with a “deer in the headlights” look on my face. A white see through thong was my only garment. “Uh, hi Denise,” I stuttered. “Sure. Let me go put something on.” “Oh no you don’t, mister. We’re having this out here and now, while Roger is parking the car,” she said...
BisexualLearning to Feel Pretty?Female By Christine I met Janet about a year ago. The main reason I was so attracted to her was because she was so fit. She was a health freak unlike me. This would soon change. After a couple of quiet dates, Janet let me know that if I did not get into shape that the relationship would soon end. This shocked me as I thought we were going along fine. She invited me to join her health club and pretty well told me that if I didn't then we were over....
Copyright© 2006 by Carlos Malenkov "Yeah, that's exactly what I'm getting at. Anal sex does skew the odds. It disturbs the natural order of things and scrambles the probability distribution. If anyone ought to know, I should." "Well, it most certainly sounds like a load of horseshit to me." "Listen, Mick, you think I'm in this for kicks? Because I just happen to like sticking my cock into any random signorita's butthole? Hey, I'd always thought asses were for toilet functions --...
It was the fall of 1982. Kelly, who was now twenty-two, had recently started working for a new company. The thing she thought was a little odd about this new company, was that on any given day maybe half of the women in the office were braless. And it wasn’t hard to tell. Hard nipples. Big boobs swaying. It seemed like everyone had big boobs?Occasionally someone would wear something sheer. She had already clearly seen three sets of areolae in her short time working there. Boobs seemed to be a...
Office SexA young man moved into a new flat of his own and went to the lobby to put his name on his mailbox. While there, an attractive young lady came out of the flat next to the mailboxes, wearing a robe. The boy smiled at the young woman and she started a conversation with him. As they talked, her robe slipped open, and it was obvious that she had nothing else on. The poor kid broke into a sweat trying to maintain eye contact. After a few minutes, she placed her hand on his arm and said, "Let's...
Cassy left that night and They hung out the next day. That same day She broke one of the nobbs to her bathtub.She called the office to her apartment complex and they said that they would have someone out there as soon as possible. she got me some water and went and lay in her room and turned the tv on. her phone buzzed as she was just falling asleep. She looked down at her cell to find a text. Dad- are you coming to dinner tonight her- Yes i think so Dad-Alright see you when you get here.She...
Going HomeWell we had to rush to the airport because Karen was running a little late from her bra shopping. Can’t complain because it was for a good cause. Lucky for me the Jamaican guy had to go to work because Karen would had fucked him till the cows come home. I just hope the Jamaican customs don’t hold us up.To my surprise we pass thru customs in record time and just made our way to the plane. I told Karen it must have been a miracle. Karen laughed “Did you get the name of the custom guy...
I am working as a nurse in a small doctor’s office. You are my next patient, and I am looking forward to seeing you again. I have been waiting for you to come for another appointment because the last time you were in I got more than just a little hot thinking about the nasty things that I wanted to do to you. I go into the waiting room and call you in. You look hotter than ever. You follow me into the back of the office. I make sure that I walk extra slow and sexy so that you can get a good...
Steve Williams was looking forward to the trip home. It had been a very successful business trip, and he had landed the new advertising account he had worked so hard on. Now it was finally time to head home and treat his family to a well-deserved vacation. He knew that the past few months had been hard on the whole family, he had been working late and had hardly been able to see his two kids at all. But the hard work had paid off big and with this multi-million dollar account locked in, his...
Love StoriesFrankie's heart was pounding so loudly in his chest that he could not even hear the sharp clicks of his 2-inch heels on the floor as he made his way to the front door. He moved woodenly, always mindful that he was wearing heels, a pair of hipping hugging jeans, panties and a bra, and that he had on lipstick and mascara. With a deep breath, he steeled himself and opened the door. The woman in the doorway smiled broadly and stepped forward pushing a garment bag and a shopping bag into...
"Emily's Comeuppance" Thursday, December 21st. Night time Jennifer Santiago was weak in the knees as Olivia helped her sit up and then get dressed. "Olivia, why do you call David, Master?" "It's a long story and that part kind of comes at the end. There are a lot of things you need to know in order to get to that point," Olivia told her as she helped Jenn pull on her sweater. Olivia didn't worry about putting Jenn's bra on. She figured that they'd just have to take it off...
Once in a LifetimeI awoke one morning to find myself a single father of two sons. Both still in diapers. My ex-wife wasn't ready for the responsibility of motherhood, but to my surprise I was very ready to be a father. I had a good job for a guy with only a high school education, a foreman for an underground construction company. As good as my job was it wasn't good enough, the expense of raising two young kids alone was just too much, not to mention the physical demands of caring for two...
ExhibitionismYou and your friends have had a lot of fun. You've known half of them all your life, and the others have stuck along for the ride. Although you mostly hang out with the same eight or so people, your 'group', which is your friends and their friends, is thirty strong, which means you guys had some pretty wild parties through high school. Graduation was a touching moment. You guys went through hell at Mayview Classical Academy, dealing with strict teachers and heavy workloads. Most all of you...
FetishAuthor's notes: This was a painful story to write, and I was somewhat reluctant to post it. One of the reasons why is because this story gives the wrong impression about my life. While some may view this event as a wonderful (and unbelievable) experience, it doesn't have the happiest of endings. I've learned that to experience your dreams/fantasies, you have to tell people about yourself, and that's where the problem lies. How much are you willing to risk? A jilted girlfriend...
David sat at the bar. Even in the dim smoky room the noise and cheering out on the street filtered through. "At least the barman doesn't have the radio going" he thought. His leg was starting to ache, so he got from the stool and limped over to a table with a padded cured high backed bench partially surrounding it. Settling in and stretching his leg out in front of him, he sipped his beer and thought about the past several weeks. The dull ache in his leg reminded him of the moment when he...
Its Seema . so much to tell about Godfather. Its old story of my school days. Some where in 2005-06. I was in seventh standard. So much excited to tell this story that I forget one thing. Many asked for my all stories links. Click on author name , in my case seema930, you will get all my names. So where we were …….. Old school days. Wow !!!! What days were those. All freshness in atmosphere, cool head, no knowledge of sex and bad things. I was so decent in those days. I love those days for many...