Nandita To Nandini
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I met Jenna Warren in High School, Central High. She was the prize female among all females on the campus. She was maybe five-three and not an ounce over ninety pounds. She had beautiful auburn hair, A-cup breasts, and a bubble butt. Her arms were so slim it was a wonder she was able to hold a fork to feed herself. In a word she was the prototype of the helpless damsel, and every boy on campus dreamed of receiving one of her smiles and being allowed to die for her. And, after having met her, you can believe me that I was no exception.
I was new at Central at the time I finally met Jenna, and initially it was not an auspicious meeting. It seems she had a boyfriend. Rodney Wilkes was a football star, a lineman actually. Physically, he was six-two and maybe two-sixty, and, he was good looking in a rough sort of way. Rod was a senior and he was also student body vice president. Mister all-everything if ever there was one. Me?
I was eighteen years-old at the time, five-eight and one-forty-six. I was okay looking, but I had a well flattened nose and one of my eyes was permanently part-way closed. I had most recently been a golden gloves fighter and runner-up in the regional finals. Before my two year golden gloves career came along, I had fought in the silver gloves division for some time. Most people are not aware of the silver gloves division: it's for fighters from 8-15 years old. At any rate I'd had my "golden" career shortened when my eye was damn near poked out in my title try. The headgear we wore was supposed to prevent the kind of injury that I had sustained, but equipment is not always as effective as it's supposed to be, and so I don't fight anymore.
The day I met Jenna we were passing in the quad and I'd damn near fell, stumbling over my own feet, while staring at her and trying to walk at the same time. She'd laughed at me, and I'd jokingly called back to her that I was no laughing matter.
I was confident with the girls even stunners like her. I was a fighter for cryin'-out-loud! I'd had girls like few others in my old home town. I'd vowed that this town was not going to be any different. She stopped.
"Oh really," she said. "You looked pretty funny to me stumbling all over yourself trying to get a good look at me." She was laughing, and I started to as well.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," I allowed. This was going well, I thought. I was already making mental plans for Saturday night. This girl was a keeper.
"So, what's your name?" she said.
"Hank. Hank Wesley," I said. "Eighteen, senior, inordinately handsome, and willing to die for you."
Now she really was laughing, and she was pointing. I turned around. Standing in front of me was a brute. At least he looked like a brute to me. He was tall and big and not happy. "Hank Wesley, this is Rod Wilkes; he's my boyfriend," said Jenna.
"Get lost shrimp unless you really do want to die for her," said Kong.
"Well, now let's look at this thing calmly shall we," I said. I was a welterweight to his super-heavy, but just looking at the way he was standing and the noticeable paunch in his middle told me that this would be a good day for me.
The punch he threw was so slow, that if he'd snail-mailed it, it would have arrived sooner. I bobbed, weaved, stepped to my right and he missed. He turned to have another go at me, but he was more careful this time, not trying to unload a haymaker in the first minute of the round. I decided to have some fun.
I let my hands dangle at my sides. He threw blow after blow and absolutely devastated the air around us. He was breathing really hard after no more than two or three minutes of trying to nail me. It was time to put him down.
I faked into him and he went for it. As I stepped back, he fell flat on his face. He stared up at me as though I were some kind of ghost with supernatural powers. I had never raised my hand, and he was down.
Jenna was staring at me with her mouth hanging open. "I never touched him," I said. I wasn't even breathing hard, whereas her boyfriend was on the ground having a near heart attack. The football team was going to have to upgrade its training program, I thought.
"That was amazing," she said. "Where did you learn that? Is it karate or kung fu or something?"
"No, I'm just a good dodger, I guess. I couldn't just stand there and let him hit me. He'd have killed me!" I figured she didn't need to know about my almost boxing fame.
"Yes, I guess he would have if he'd have been able to catch you. Well, you win. Pick me up Saturday night. Six o'clock will be good. I wanna eat and go to a movie. Oh, and I don't kiss on the first date, so resign yourself to admiring me and maybe holding hands. Oh, and if you are very good, and if there is a second date, I may let you die for me." She walked off laughing.
"Sounds good to me," I said.
I'd only been at Central for a few weeks, but after my set-to with Rod, I was the toast of the school. That Jenna had taken up with me didn't hurt my reputation a whit either.
Jenna and I had many dates, and I never did tell her about my boxing career. There would be a time.
True to her word, she hadn't kissed me on our first date, but she sure as hell had on our second. God! she tasted good. By the fifth date I got into her pants. She'd planned it. I know this because she was the one who'd brought the condoms!
We were parked on the top of the Crease, a very narrow slice, or crease, of road on the mountain where only one car could go comfortably. It was a place where there were lots of these little turn outs where cars, having to drive the dangerous mountain road, could pull out instead of having to back all the way back down. Anyway, there had to be fifty of the little niches in the mountain's face. We found one that suited us.
She looked beautiful in her sleeveless white blouse and her gray wraparound skirt. She'd kicked off her high heels and her nylon clad legs looked oh so feminine. Right then I would have given my right nut just to be able to suck her toes.
She leaned back against her door and I leaned back against mine. We both knew that this was the night, but we were not in any kind of hurry.
"You okay," I said.
"Yes. You?"
"You betcha. God your beautiful, Jenna. You're almost too beautiful," I said.
She laughed. "Is that your best line?"
"I guess since you practically leave me speechless," I said.
"Well, since you can't talk, why don't you come over her and show me how beautiful you think I am," she said.
I moved toward her slowly making an effort to hold her eyes with mine. She moved toward me a little too. Our faces stopped inches apart and I leaned in and kissed her so gently that I'm not sure she even felt it. I kissed her again. My lips parted and hers did too. We kissed with no other body part touching for some minutes.
Finally, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, but gently. This was going to be the best moment of my life. There would never be another first time with Jenna. There would, I was certain, be more nights with her, but never another first night; it had to be perfect.
My hands slipped up and down her arms and the coolness of her skin delighted me. I took her face in my hands. I reached around and unlocked the car's back door on my side. I slid the front seat all the way forward, got out, and got into the back seat. She saw what I did and she mimicked my moves.
Both of us in the back, I locked the doors once again and pulled her to me. We hadn't spoken for minutes. I had nothing to say only to do. She was following my lead. I pulled her to me and she laid her head on my chest. I let my hand brush her breast, then stroke it, then feel its full fleshiness through the cotton of her blouse.
I began unbuttoning her and she leaned back a little and watched me do it. I spread her blouse open and unhooked her bra in front; her breasts spilled out of their cups small and pointed and naked; she looked like a little girl. The smell of her began to permeate the air around us. This was a female aroused and ready to be taken by her mate. She swallowed, and I could almost hear her do it; Jenna was nervous. I kissed her face, that heavenly face, and treated her like the precious jewel she was to me. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked it, not too hard. She moaned very softly. I repeated the process with her other nipple.
Her blouse and bra came completely off and I dropped them into the front seat. We began kissing and I felt her breasts and back and tummy and gloried in her surrender. Then I felt her hands begin to undo the buttons on my shirt. Soon her clothes in the front were joined by mine. She kissed me and her hand went to the buckle on my belt; I made it easy for her to undo it.
"I love you," I said.
"I know," she said.
She opened my pants and pulled down the zipper. She peeled them off of me. My briefs and my socks were all that remained between myself and nakedness. She peeled them down too and a six-inch cock as stiff as steel poked out at her. She touched it, then held it, then stroked it. I took one of her tits in my hand and with the other hand I pulled her head to me and kissed her while she fondled me.
I reached for the button on the side of her skirt and undid it. Her skirt fell open and she raised up so I could pull it from her. Her panties, like her bra were white and cotton and very ordinary. She pulled her panties off herself and now we were both naked and committed. I stared at her bush. She reached for my cock and found it. She held up a condom, smiled, and slid it on to me.
I lay her down on the seat and lifted one leg over the back of the back seat and the other one over the back of the front. She was open to me.
"Okay?" I asked very softly.
"Screw me, Hank. Just get busy and screw me."
I slithered down her body and began to lick and suck her slit. I took her clit in my teeth and teased it. She began to jerk and shudder; she had her first orgasm of the night. I was pleased with myself. I loomed above her and poked at her like a beginner trying to find the opening. She took hold of me with her hand and guided me inside of her.
The head of my cock was inserted and I waited. I wanted her to urge me on. Her eyes opened and she looked askance at me. "Now, Hank."
I pushed into her and soon I was lodged and I could feel her relax and try to impale herself even more completely on my shaft.
I began to screw her. The condom made it possible for me to last a little longer than I otherwise might have; they had always had that effect on me. Soon I was pumping wildly into her and she was moaning and making deep guttural noises as she neared yet another orgasm. She bucked like a wild horse just as I shot my load into the latex sheath.
We lay sweating, the car's windows completely steamed up.
"I want it again, Hank. Give me my purse."
I looked at her not knowing what she was about. I gave her her purse from the front seat. She pulled out another condom. I smiled at my own ignorance. She put it on the deck behind the back seat and left it there for the moment. She was sitting up now and she pushed me back and began stroking my all but flaccid cock. She leaned over and took it between her lips. I had never felt anything so erotic in my life. It was actually better than when I screwed her, but of course then my cock had been encased in a condom; for a moment my whole universe was her mouth covering and sucking my glans and its shaft.
Her hands on my ball sac and her mouth on my cock brought me back to screwing trim very quickly. She sat up straight, and put the second condom on me. She turned her back to the front and leaned over the back of the back seat. She pushed her butt out to me. I was expected to take her from the rear. I didn't hesitate. She was so wet from her first fucking and my semen washing her vagina that I had no trouble entering her. I hammered her with short vicious strokes. I was a male taking his she. I felt myself beginning to stiffen and I exploded into her in a flood of white stickiness. I would have a job to do in a few minutes; she hadn't come this time, and I knew I couldn't leave her like that.
I pulled out and leaned back and she literally fell against me, her head on my shoulder. I couldn't be sure, but I think she was sniffling.
As thrashed as I was, I would take care of my responsibility. It is the one thing my dad had taught me about sex; "Never, but I mean but never," he'd said," leave your lady needing completion; finish her off, otherwise you're an asshole."
I laid her down on the seat and spread her legs as before. She gave me a funny look. "Can you do it again?" she asked. It was clear that she didn't think I could. I just smiled at her.
I slid down her body and smelled her. Our mixed juices were almost overpowering. I lowered my mouth to her gaping slit and kissed and licked her and then began to suck her out.
"My God, Hank, you don't have to do that. Oh, oh, oh, Hank, don't—stop! Oh my God dooonnnn'ttt stop!" She almost damaged my new dental work bucking like she did. But, boy did she cum! My dad would have been proud of me!
We dressed slowly kissing and feeling each other the whole time.
We drove slowly back to town.
She laid her head on my shoulder as we drove. "You ate me out after—"
"Yes. I ate my own cum, and yours of course," I said.
"And you were okay with that?" she said, not believing it.
"Of course." And I was.
"You are definitely my man," she said, snuggling up closer to me as we drove.
We had many nights after that that were memorable for me, and I think for her. We tried new things and neither of us thought of dating anyone else while we were still at Central. It was a happy time. What I discovered, and what I could not have foreseen, would one day come back to challenge my tolerance, was that my woman was the purest form of female sexual animal. But that was long in the future at that point.
We graduated that same year and I went off to state college near my old home town. Jenna got a job as a waitress at Marty's Bar and Grill, and we parted ways. The last night before I left for school was bittersweet. I promised to return often, but she was unaccountably standoffish.
"You'll be there, and I'll be here," she said. "I'm not the type to stand around waiting for some guy. I'm gonna date. You should too. Maybe we'll see each other again and maybe not; but I'm not holding my breath. You shouldn't either."
We'd argued some, actually it was me arguing. But, in the end, Jenna had her say and her rules were final. I was actually sick to my stomach thinking of her dating other men. But, life was what it was, I supposed.
Though it was two-hundred miles distant, I did return for holidays, my parents lived there for goodness sakes, and I did date Jenna a few times. But, though we dated, I was denied getting into her pants again. She was still setting the rules.
Five years later I was back for good.
I had a master's degree with a double major in Criminology and Computer Science. These got me a good job with the local sheriff's department. I became their chief investigative resource. I also ran training seminars for other law enforcement agencies around the southern part of the state. The pay was good and likewise the benefits.
Jenna, you ask? Well, by the time I'd returned for good, she'd left the state. I was told on the sly, by a common friend, that she'd been knocked up and her parents had sent her off to some small town in New York to live with relatives. Her parents, or at least her dad to whom I'd talked, were not forthcoming, not to me at any rate; and that, for reasons that were completely mysterious to me. No one else who knew anything would say anything. She'd evidently refused to marry the guy who'd put her in a family way; and he'd not been loath to leave her stranded in any event. What a bum, I thought to myself when I'd heard who it was. The guy? Why Rodney Wilkes, of course.
I saw the asshole around from time to time as I took my morning run. He owned a donut shop. It was evidently quite prosperous too. It was located near the park where I did my running. Every time I passed his place I thought of Jenna and wondered where she was and how she was and if she indeed was raising a child and if she remembered me.
It was none of my business, and police resources were not supposed to be used for personal surveillance or information gathering, but the day came when I finally decided to see what I could do to find out about Jenna. Hell, I had decided that nothing was going to stop me.
I went back to our high school and made friends with the lady in records, Norma Gardner. I hung out for a few days talking with old teachers and visiting some of the old classrooms. One day I stopped at the very spot we'd met. My mind's eye could still see Wilkes prone on the ground right there. As I stood there meditating, Norma came up behind me.
"Hank?"
"Oh, hi Norma. You know it was right here that I met her," I said. I must have sounded wistful. "I'd sure like to see her again."
"Jenna?"
"Yes. But, I have no idea where she is, and her parents won't tell me anything."
"But, you're a cop, right. Can't you find out where she is? I mean if you're a cop?"
No, not a cop a civilian employee of the Sheriff's department, but yeah, if I had her social security number or driver's license number or something," I said. But, I don't, and I don't have a reason to pull in anybody for questioning, I laughed. But Norma could sense that the laugh was hollow.
"Could I help," she said.
"Huh?" I said, hoping she'd offer what I couldn't ask for.
"I don't have any address or license numbers, but I do have her social security number," she said. "You said that would help?"
"Sure it would. And, I'd be forever grateful, Norma, really," I said. I did my best to hide my excitement, but I was almost shaking in anticipation.
I worked late the next day, and as everyone else headed out for the evening I sat at my computer and invaded the privacy of a free American citizen. If I was caught my ass would be in a very tight sling.
She wasn't in New York. She was in New Jersey: 1411 Oak Road, Hoboken.
She was a thousand miles away, but I was determined to be there by the weekend. I had a week's comp time credited, and I signed off to take it. The Captain, looked at me strangely, but I just told him I had some personal business to attend to, and that I would be back a week from Monday to give the devil his due. He laughed and waved me off.
I landed at Liberty International at 6:00PM. I rented a car and was on my way to the address in Hoboken, some ten miles distant, within the hour. I had a little trouble finding Oak Street, but I bought a Thomas Map Guide and was in front of her house by 7:30PM. There was a light on in the front room.
I sat in the car and waited, thinking. What if I was the last person on earth that she wanted to see? What if she had a boyfriend or a fiancé or even a husband? Hell anything could go wrong. And, remembering Murphy's law, I was sure that it likely would. But, nothing was going to stop me. I needed my woman, and if not her at least closure.
I got out and headed up the walk to the stoop. I paused, my hand just six inches from the door ready to rap. I rapped. I could hear footsteps. The door opened. She looked at me and I at her. She was beautiful and obviously ready to go out somewhere.
"Hank? Hank Wesley?"
"You betcha. I'm here looking for my woman. You seen her?" I asked with a straight face.
"Hank, Hank, come in. I was about to go out but—wait here—sit," she said. She went to the phone.
"Caroline ... yeah it's me ... no, no, no ... something's come up ... not tonight ... I have to ... no ... reschedule ... something's come up I said ... I'll tell you later." she hung up.
She came back and stood in front of me. "My God!" she said. "It's really you. I have to tell you, you surprised me. I had a date, but I just cancelled him, so you have to fill in. I don't get dressed up like this for nothing," she laughed.
"My absolute pleasure," I said.
She gave me directions and we ended up at a small but tasteful bistro with a piano player that actually played romantic music. The lights were dim, and the place smelled like old Italy probably smelled.
The dinner was great, the wine first rate, and the music right out of the thirties. We talked about everything except what I most wanted to talk about: she'd put the kibosh on that during minute one at the bistro. Regardless, it was a fabulous date. It was, that is, until it was time to part.
I took her home. She stopped me on the stoop and kissed me hard. I looked at her and I could tell something was wrong.
"Hank, I can't tell you how nice it was for you to show up and take this girl out tonight. It was a dream come true for me. I have thought about you so many times over the last few years."
"For me too," I said. "But there's a but in there isn't there?" I said, sensing it coming.
"I'm afraid so. Hank, we can't be together. I have been trying to think of a way to tell you tonight almost from when I opened the door and saw you standing there. There is just way too much water under the bridge, and I hope you'll allow me my privacy and not intrude into my life here. It just wouldn't work out you and me. Let this be our swan song," she said. She reached for the door knob and rushed in. She was already crying.
To say I was crushed would not even begin to describe the pain I was feeling. I was numb. I stood there on the stoop for several moments trying to figure out what was going on. Finally, I left. She had said to not invade her privacy, not to intrude into her life. I was willing to do anything she asked of me. But, I was not willing to do that one thing; I'd fight her on that one, and I'd win. And, the next time I saw her I was would tell her that, and there would a next time.
I was definitely going to figure out just what water under the bridge she was talking about, and that no matter what. If she hadn't actually murdered someone, and maybe even if she had, I still wanted and needed her.
I wasn't rich, but I was doing all right. I had a house, a good income, and I was single as hell. Aged 30 and I was still single. It was obvious to me that so was she. Hell, logically, she should have jumped at the chance to marry me, or at least date me; I was a helluva a catch. She wasn't just my friend; she was my life; I knew that now, and it was killing me. I had let too much time pass since returning and getting settled, what, five years!
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HankHello, my name is Hank, twenty-two years old and making a good buck working as a motorcycle mechanic. Dad was sentenced to ten years in the black bar hotel for the embezzlement of two hundred grand from work so he could bet on horses, ponies and dogs. He figured he'd hit the so-called jackpot and pay it back. What a dreamer. I can't believe he never saw anything wrong with this. I am so angry with him and Mom is flat out embarrassed. Dad and I were going to get into motorcycling, taking...
IncestAfter my girlfriend returned from London trip, we broke up saying she wanted to explore her life. As with all my break-ups, I took it hard and just dived into work – becoming a workaholic to keep my mind off everything. I got a promotion and started to report the Bob, the senior partner around the same time. I was given an assignment to do due-diligence on a small chemical manufacturer in Fort Wayne, IN. I would be there for a week arriving Monday mid-day and returning Friday morning. Tuesday,...
I was stopping by one of the homes I work out to check on the staff. I was looking forward to it because she always seemed happy to see me and smiled nice and big when we talked. She was very attractive to. She was about 5ft 10in. I say about 130lbs. She had short red hair and a beautiful smile. I would say her chest was at least a C cup and I loved her big round butt. By the way my name is Jon and this woman’s name is Jenna. She is also like 10 years younger than me and has a new baby and a...
"Hello sexuals!" I watched from the other side of the room as my friend started up with her webshow. Every Wednesday, she got on cam and did a video for everyone. It wasn't live. She actually took snippits from here and there and added them together. The final result was usually pretty good, and it showed with her millions of fans. I hadn't known Jenna for long. I was actually a friend of her boyfriends before they broke up, and I couldn't say I was heartbroken about her...
As I looked deeper into her eyes I recognize a smoldering undertone barely perceptible but obvious in its message. This is further enforced as she slowly withdrew her hand from mine drawing her fingers slowly and delicately across my palm and sending shivers directly to my groin. The message was loud and clear! Jenna - The Power Exec Having a business appointment with this power executive Jenna is a bit of a daunting assignment as she has a reputation for being very tough to deal with. I have...
Cheating WifeI saw Jenna from across the park. She’d bolted from the school office and had hidden by the time the teachers emerged from the office. She was fast, I gotta give her that. I could understand how they couldn’t see her, she’d ducked into our old hiding place – Jenna used to be my best friend, but things change… she changed. It seemed like one day she was my best friend, the next she’d blossomed, moved on to the in-crowd and left me behind.I strayed over to where she was hiding, school was...
I saw Jenna from across the park. She’d bolted from the school office and had hidden by the time the teachers emerged from the office. She was fast, I gotta give her that. I could understand how they couldn’t see her; she’d ducked into our old hiding place - Jenna used to be my best friend, but things change… she changed. It seemed like one day she was my best friend, the next she’d blossomed, moved on to the in-crowd and left me behind.I strayed over to where she was hiding, school was...
ReluctanceThis is my third story posting. I have been sharing some recent events that occurred in the past 8 months. A little bit about me if you did not read my previous story. My name is Jenna, I am 40, married with 2 kids. I am 5'6" tall and weigh 130lbs. Brown hair in a bob haircut and brown eyes. Good curves where they are needed if I may say so. My main assets would be long legs and larger breast than the natural average. Still attractive but not a knockout, let's not exaggerate. I work as a...
I called Bethany. We made an appointment for Monday after 15:00. Both lawyers were in Florida finalizing some kind of contract for an Island firm. Any calls after 15:00 are handled by a service and directed or recorded as needed. I wrote a note to Fran but she arrived from school a few minutes before Bethany arrived. Fran knew the drill. Homework, be sure to eat something healthy and call Rick if you wish. Keep the laptop ready to receive phone calls. I introduced Bethany and Fran. “Fran,...
I was at a football game watching party the other night. It was at a house in town, but I didn’t really didn’t know the host. I was visiting PA from out of state and was invited at the last minute by one of the regulars. There were five of us and the host’s wife. Her name was Jenna. She was a smokin’ hot chick with shoulder length hair and a very tight body. She was fired up about the game and wearing a team jersey and very short blue jean cutoffs, that really showed off her fantastic legs. She...
I set my empty glass down on the table and took her hand in mine. We had only known each other for about thirty minutes, and I have to admit I was still feeling a little uneasy about how quick this was going. I didn't know who she was, other than her name and that she was a sexy goddess. And then there was the other part of me that thought fuck it, we will get to know each other later! > > We got to know each other a little bit more as the night went on. We moved from the bar to the dance...
I met this woman Jenna at a swim club I frequent in the summer months after work. She was working at the snack bar and I spent a lot of time there,so I got to talk to her a lot.I saw a ring so I knew she was married and found out through our talks she had 6 k**s,3 from another marriage and she is 43 years old.Jenna was a plain woman,no makeup,nice slim body and her hair always looked like she just got out of bed.About midway through the summer I started to flirt a little with her just to see...
Hank is a 45 yo dark complected black guy about 6 feet 220 lbs with a Short beard who works as an auto mechanic. His tools include a nice 9 inch cut rod with a dark pointed head and big set of lug nuts he sports around and he loves to service rear ends especially white ones as he says....See you is lookin to gets yo ass spanked he said while on the phone with him. Yeah been wanting a good spanking from a black man I told him..... Yeahs I seen yo ad when you wants that ass spanked ? I'am free...
Jenna's teenage son stood at the top of the stairs, I looked up and saw more than I should, was it intentional or accidental, I was about to find out, noting that Jenna, like her son, were in a similar state of undress, under their dressing gowns, but more to the point, Alex was in a state of sexual arousal, his erection clearly visible to me, and Jenna made no comment at him showing it to me.'Since his father fucked off, he's become the man of the house', she said calmly, matter-of-factually....
Jenna - Gurl for Color Part 1 By Jenna Shannon My dear reader, hopefully some of you will remember me, for others please take a few moments to peruse my earlier works. It has been quite some time since I have had the pleasure of converting my delicious adventures to print. Such is the life of a secret prissy gurl! A little background... I am a tall (over 6'), thin, flat tummied (aerobics have become a way of life),...
This is my fourth posting. I have been sharing some recent events that occurred in the past 8 months. A little bit about me if you did not read my previous story. My name is Jenna, I am 40, married with 2 kids. I am 5'6" tall and weigh 130lbs. Brown hair in a bob haircut and brown eyes. Good curves where they are needed if I may say so. My main assets would be long legs and larger breast than the natural average. Still attractive but not a knockout, let's not exaggerate. I work as a top...
I slid the report into the proper file just as he walked into the room. Dennis Butz stood there wearing his three-piece suit, looking as handsome and charming as any man could. But I was not to be tamed by his charm. "Hello, Linda," he said with a friendly grin. "Judge Herns isn't in today," I replied back in a frosty tone. "I'm not here to see her." "My plane leaves in less then an hour Dennis, what do you want?" I slammed the file drawer shut and walked past him to my desk...
My problem, well there were many, but my most immediate one, was Dixie Wexler. Who, Sarah Meriwether swears, was on a mission that she didn’t initiate and that she couldn’t cancel. In her RightWorld office, she told me, “It’s not that he’s brilliant, he isn’t. But our people say he’s dogged — he believes his reputation, his image as a man, depends on delivering on his promise. He keeps his word.” Swell. “Of course he screws up, he’s no criminal mastermind. But he keeps at it. Just keeps at...
I was a lesbian. It wasn't until I was at university that I could accept it. My family were old school and I was a coward; afraid of what they would say if I brought a girlfriend home. Tanya changed all that. I'd had a busy night. I was a student in my second year of an art's degree and the course was getting difficult. I was single, I was no longer sexually interested in men. It had taken long enough for me to be sure, but I wanted a partner now, not a fuck, and it was only a woman that I...
LesbianMe and Sara have been bestfriends since 6th grade, one friday night in the summer of sophmore year we had a sleepover. We both had boyfriends and both thought we were straight. She came over my house and we layed on my bed talking about, friends, school, boys. She asked me then, "Hey, Jenna how far have you gone?". I said "well i mean ive given my boyfriend a blow job what about you?" "Me and Jake had sex for the first time 2 weeks ago and he broke up with me a week later and i dont know why he...
LesbianJenna and Viola have always had a dark side to themselves. Both have had a secret desire to experience sexual intercourse with the same sex. But like any other person, has always hesitated trying. Jenna and Viola have been good friends, not close friends but close enough. They hung out together throughout high school, parted their ways when it came to going to college and grad school. One day, Viola was walking down Michigan Ave in downtown Chicago. She was in a rush and was worried she’d be...
Randi's Vacation Randi woke up to his alarm and quickly silenced it. A quick glance to his left confirmed the Denise was already up. She almost always got up before him preferring some extra time between getting ready for work and needing to walk out the door. He preferred to have enough time to get ready, eat and go. He walked to the bathroom which was right in the master bedroom. The condo they bought was a bit extravagant but provided plenty of room and they could afford it on...
Hum dono abhi bhi nange hi thay. Chalte chalte usne paad maari. Uski gaand mein abhi bhi haddi akti hui thi. Nadi kinare, jhadiyon ke bich usko bithaya. “Hug le saali madarchod. Kab se paad rahi jai bhosdiki.” Woh hugne lagi. Uski gaand se haddi nikal gayi. Uski garam moot ki dhaar mere pairo pe giri. “Saali maderjaat! Mere pairon pe mootegi. Saali raand muh khol,” main uske muh mein mootne laga. Lavda uske gale mein ghus kar mootne laga. Maine apni tange faila di aur wahi khade khade hugne...
I walked into a bar and when my eyes adjusted to the dark I saw a woman at the other end.It looked like Jenna from the pool.I hadn't seen or heard from her since the summer.I walked down to her and it was her.When I said Hi she looked up her eyes lit up and a big smile came across her face. "Hi Jaimie!" she said. I sat and she told me all her problems at home.I listened intently but in the back of my mind I was thinking "revenge sex." Finally she asked," can we go to your place?" That is what I...
I walk into my neighbor's yard wearing my pink sundress and my pink sky high wedge espadrilles. I am looking for the new neighbor as I just moved next door. He is working on his patio fixing something. I get closer and say "hello neighbor, sorry to barge in but yesterday you said I could come in anytime" "sure Jenna what can I do for you?" I ask some trivial question about the power company and move towards the hot tub "you have a hot tub? How wonderful". I bend down at the waist and...
Mera naam Rudra hai. Ek number ka harami aur besharam. Mera dimaag mere lavde mein hai, jo saala har waqt chudai ke liye uchalte rehta hai. Kasarati badan jo ghanto tak lavde ka saath deta hai. Waise toh bachpan se hi kaafi chudai ki hai. Lekin yeh wali sabse achi wali, ya yeh kahu ki sab se gandi wali hai. Main tab 30 saal ka tha. Shaadi hui nahi thi. Ghar mein rehta hi nahi tha. Naukri hi aisi thi ke sheher-sheher gaon-gaon bhatakna padta tha. Peshe se ek civil engineer, jiski degree paiso se...
Andrea Standing (part 2 of Andrea's Stand) A note at the beginning. One of the problems with writing a serial story is that the author feels a need to recap what happened in the prior portions. Please go back and read part 1, "Andrew Running". It will make this a better story. Briefly Andrew at 19, abused by his father, runs away to a distant relative, Aunt Clara. Andrew goes along with a joke played by Clara's lover Marnie, and ends up as Andrea working in Marnie's luxury used car...
There was a 70 year old grandma that moved in right next to my apartment, I was 18 at the time and my grandpa was 74. I lived with my grandpa at the time. The old grandma would come to talk to my grandpa each day, she would keep teasing him, she would flirt with him, she tried to seduce him. My grandpa ignored her at first but then he started flirting with her after a couple days. I once came out of my apartment only to see her sucking his dick outside on the porch while he was touching her...
He watched them as they sat sipping their colorful drinks and flirting with male guests and hotel employees alike at the Garden Cloud Lounge. They were undoubtedly four sisters, all in their late twenties and thirties, and attractive. They were obviously American, and they laughed as they tried what little Spanish they knew on the young waiters. He had seen groups like this many times. Their often affluent husbands allowed them to have "Girl's Time Off" now and then. It worked out on both...
Andrea On Her Own (Part 3 of Andrea's Stand) A Note Before: If you have not read parts 1 and 2, please go back and do so. I have spent some time trying to develop the characters involved and a brief description of the plot so far will not help you much. Chapter 1: Needing More I leaned back in my chair and stretched. It had been a long hour and a half finishing the homework from my calc. class. As I stretched I felt the sweater pressing against the breast forms and glanced...
This introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestThis introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestSant Ghoshal-Anand Goswami ‘pahunche huye’ siddh purush ya mahatma hn.Sundar Van ke ghane jungle me Aadiwasi basti se sata unka ‘Slddhashram’ h.swami ji vese to Raam Bhakti ki rasik shakha Sakhi Sampraday ke bhakt hn lekin vo Shiv Bhagvan ke nagn rup ke upasak bhi hn.Isi liye unke Ashram me ghuste hi ek sundar Shiva Ling sthaapit milta h. kaha jata h ki yeh ”Swaymbhu Lingam” h, arthat iska nirman kisi kaarigar ne nahin kiya, ye to uska apne aap bana prakritik rup h.ye nitya ling h. Swami ji ke...
Mandy's sickest stories - Mandy reloadedAuthor: SickoChickMandyAuthor's email: mandydarkfantasies [at] gmail [dot] comTags: F/f, torture, snuff, feet, nc, cannibalismProofread by EmmaPNote, that English is not my native language, so my writing will surely have many grammatical and syntax errors just as improper usage of expressions. I can only hope someone will still find it exciting. Be aware, this is graphic, brutal and extreme. I read it after writing and scared of myself.DisclaimerThis...
Andrew Running (part 1 of Andrea's Stand) Chapter 1: Running I called my Aunt Clara from the bus station. She didn't seem that surprised to hear from me and when I explained why I was there she told me to walk a couple of blocks to the local diner and get myself a cup of coffee. She'd pick me up in about half an hour. I sat and sipped chocolate milk and tried to eat a pastry while I glanced nervously out of the window waiting for my father to show up and force me into his...
by Millie Dynamite Jaden and I meet a few weeks after he transferred to the Naval base just outside of town. I sat on a bar stool sipping my Pappy Van Winkle when this tall African-American man in full dress uniform sat next to me. He whore captain’s bars. He possessed an air of authority. I nodded to him when perched on the next stool. He returned my nod with his own acknowledgment, in a deep voice he said, “Yo.” He spoke without looking at me. “I’ll have bourbon, make it a shot of Evan...
Please read earlier chapters...... John and I awoke the next morning to the sounds of waves as they crashed against the shore. I had never experienced such a beautiful sound and it calmed me as I laid beside him. John stroked my hair as I laid on his chest and thought of our new relationship. I wondered how this would work. We were cousins after all and there was no way we could be together forever. I sat up next to him and asked him that very question. He looked at me with such a reassuring...
IncestPlease read parts 1 & 2 first...... After our wonderful session, John and I showered together. I leaned against his chest as we stood under the stream of warm water and held each other. John's arms were wrapped around me tightly and I nuzzled my cheek against him. He rubbed his hand up and down my spine causing goose bumps to cover my naked skin. I hummed quietly as I enjoyed the sensation. I felt safe as we stood there and knew there was no where else I wanted to be. John rested his chin on...
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