Hunter Prey
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I wasn't particularly trying to be quiet when I opened the kitchen door. I didn't have a reason to be—on the contrary, I was in a bit of a hurry, which usually means I'm kind of noisy. I'd left my wallet on the counter, and there were some things I had to complete for tomorrow before meeting my father here and taking him and the boys out to dinner. A kind of "guys night out" since all the women in our family—my mother, sister and niece—were out of town for the weekend. I was about to open my mouth to yell upstairs, "Just me, guys, forgot my keys!" when Sam's high voice, not quite soprano, not quite tenor, surprisingly clear and sharp, stopped me cold.
"You know you want to." He was in the living room and there was a tone I hadn't heard before ... direct, commanding.
Who the ... er ... heck (I tried to censor even my own thoughts, but it didn't always work) was he talking to?
"No." There was a slight pause. "No, I don't. Not ... not any more."
Mac? And just what was it that my thirteen-year-old was so certain his eighteen-year-old brother really wanted to do?
Sam's voice changed again, still clear and precise, but softer, more persuasive, more ... seductive? Sam being seductive?
"Sure you do, Mac. I've seen you watching me ... just happening to walk in on me when I'm dressing, having to use the bathroom while I do. Hell, you had a stiffie the whole time you were shaving last Saturday night, while I was in the tub. C'mon, Mac, suck my dick. You're so awesome at it."
"No. Look, kid, we've gotta stop this." He paused again, followed by a gasp. "N ... no, c'mon, Sam, don't do this, put your shirt back on. Uh ... dad'll be back any time now from the airport."
Mac had gone from resistance to acquiescence in about five seconds, about the same length of time it took for my own penis to become painfully erect. Mac was sucking Sam's cock? To hell with forgiveness. I'll kill him. But I didn't move, couldn't have except if the house caught fire, and maybe not even then. It had just hit me. This wasn't the first time, and from Sam's tone, not even a second or third. Even worse, the idea of it was what had me so hard.
"Sorry, bro. Dad has to stop off at the church to finish something on his sermon ... heard him say so. We'll be lucky if he gets back in an hour. Plenty of time. And you like young cock, don't you, Mac?"
I heard my oldest son, my confident, at times arrogant, college freshman son, moan.
"You like boy dick a lot, don't you, Mac? You like this one? Want to put your hand where mine is? Put your mouth on me?"
His brother sighed, gave in completely. "Yeah."
"Strip. Then do me."
There was barely a moment of silence before I heard the rustle of clothes, the double-thud of Mac's shoes dropping on the floor. I had to shift my prick in my briefs, it was painful curved down. I could feel a drop of precum oozing out as I imagined the scene on the other side of the wall. Mac, tall, long dark brown hair, gorgeous eyes, hairy chest, slender, well-muscled; Sam, just over five feet tall, with short light brown hair, still slightly chubby. It had been years since I'd seen either one naked. Now my naked older son was going to give his young brother a blowjob. On his knees? Would he be playing with his dick while he sucked? Would Sam, cute, adorable Sam, hold his brother's head and face fuck Mac's mouth, ramming that little boy's dick between those warm lips? It didn't even occur to me at that moment how my sudden lust had changed my vocabulary.
I had to see. Depending on where they were, how absorbed they were in getting Sam off quickly before I showed up, they might not notice me. At worst, one of them would see me, and I'd still get to see my sons naked and hard ... a consummation devoutly to be wished, I'd suddenly found out about myself ... even if the hard didn't last too long. At best, I could watch Mac exercise his apparently great skills at cocksucking.
The doors to the front hall weren't quite closed, and fortunately for me, my boys were placed just right. Sam was naked, a surprisingly thick little cock, maybe 4 inches long standing straight out over a small, tight ball sack drawn up close to his body. He was hairless at the base of his prick, none on his balls. Mac was on his knees, his butt resting on his heels, his right hand fisting an impressive slab of teenaged meat, while he licked his lips and stared intently at his brother's dick. Sam started jacking slowly, very slowly, and his whispered, "Mac," lifted his brother's head, pulled it up on puppet strings until they were eye to eye, but Mac's body betrayed how much he wanted to look down at that young dick, how much he wanted to stick his tongue out and lap up the tiny drop of precum that had just oozed from the tip.
Sam gave him his wish. "Lick the head of my dick, Mac."
Mac didn't need any urging. He swooped down on that young cock like a hawk dropping out of the sky on a mouse. He licked the drops of precum off the slit, and then swallowed Sam all the way to his plump tummy. Mac's hands, so large compared to Sam's small butt, held onto his brother's ass cheeks, guiding the boycock into his mouth. Sam was running both his hands through his brother's long hair, almost like petting a dog for doing something good. And from the expression on my younger son's face, and the way his breathing increased just a little, Mac was indeed doing something good ... something very good.
The sight was also doing something good to me ... making me hornier than I had been in a long time. It was also going to cause me major problems if I wound up with stained boxers and stained jeans since I leak precum like a faucet when I'm turned on. I dithered for about zero point zero zero five seconds about the obvious: whether to drop my pants and beat off while watching my sons have sex. It took even less time than the dithering to get my shirt tucked up half-way to my nipples, which were very, very hard, and my pants around my knees, and my right hand stroking my cock, while I cupped my left hand under the head, to catch the precum so I could lick it off my palm.
Sam was breathing faster now, and he'd put both hands on the sides of Mac's head so he could control the blowjob. Actually, it was beginning to be more of a face fucking as Mac seemed to surrender completely to his young brother. It was an awesome sight ... that fat little cock of my younger boy sliding rapidly between the eager lips of his older brother. I licked precum off my hand and put it back to get some more.
Sam pushed Mac's mouth away from him, and I could see that hard, spit-shiny boy prick standing straight out and slightly tilted up from the boy's crotch. "Suck on your finger, Mac."
Mac's face lit up with a smile. He quickly put his first two fingers in his mouth, and then loaded them with saliva, open-mouthed and lewdly, lapping at them with his tongue, while Sam's prick jumped just a little. When Mac's fingers were dripping wet, Sam pulled Mac's head back down; Mac pursed his lips, licked them to get them wet, and opened them just enough to give Sam a really tight fit as Sam slid his cock back in. Mac's own cock was still standing up from his hairy crotch, and I could see he was dripping as much as I was.
Mac moved his right hand between Sam's legs. Sam was going to get finger-fucked while he got blown? I thought I'd blow my wad right then, but managed to keep myself a little bit, slightly, barely reasonably calm. I couldn't see Mac's long, callused finger sliding into my little boy's asshole, but I heard the slight gasp that burst from Sam when Mac must have pushed just the fingertip in. And then there was the way Sam's butt thrust out and he spread his legs a little to give Mac access to his hole, and the eager, hot smile when Mac's finger ... fingers? was Mac using two fingers on that little butt? ... bottomed out.
Sam moaned again, telling Mac to switch fingers ... his hole was obviously too tight for both fingers at once ... and I wondered whether it had ever been stretched for ... anything else. "C'mon, Mac, suck me good. Finger-fuck my ass, make me blast a load of boycum down your throat. Do a good job, cocksucker, and if you keep on treating me right, I'll get you some more boycock to service."
Mac bobbed his head on his brother's meat even more eagerly, using his right hand to finger Sam's hole, and his left hand to somewhat awkwardly jack himself off. But Sam put a stop to that, ordering him to stop playing with himself. Mac obeyed ... reluctantly, with one final smear of his dad-like greasy precum around the head of his cock and down the shaft. Sam shifted into higher gear, slamming his fat little boycock in and out of his brother's mouth, breathing harder and faster ... just like his dad, and I was desperately controlling the sound so as not to distract them, and not to get caught. The sound of those little balls slapping against Mac's face was such a turn on. And from the way Sam was wriggling his hips, and rotating his gleaming white ass, Mac must have been really doing a good job on the boy's hole.
Suddenly, though, Sam thrust his cock all the way into Mac's mouth as hard as he could and then just held it there. He wasn't cumming, that was obvious, and I put the mental and physical brakes on, too. What the ... er ... oh, shit ... the hell with the censorship: what the fuck was going on?
Sam pulled his cock out of his brother's mouth very slowly, and lifted his hips so that Mac could slide the current butt-finger out. He looked so adorable with his hairless cock and balls, shiny with Mac's spit, a glistening drop of precum leaking out the tip. Mac was clearly frustrated, but he apparently knew that this oddly in control young boy was definitely in charge, so he didn't say anything as he sat back on his haunches. I got a really good look for the first time at my older son's hard teen meat. Impressive. About the same length as his old man's cock, which runs just a bit under eight inches, but thicker, the shaft almost triangular in shape, with the top of the shaft smooth and flat, forming the base of the triangle, and ending in a fat, almost arrowhead-shaped head.
"Turn around." Sam gave that incredibly adorable, shit-eating little boy leer, and Mac's own face lit up. In a flash Mac was on his hands and knees, head almost on the floor, catching his weight on his forearms. His legs were just slightly bent ... which turned out be just the right height for when Sam dropped to his knees, lowered his head, and dropped his face between Mac's ass cheeks. Mac sighed and then moaned, almost whimpering as he urged his little brother to eat his ass out really good. I squeezed the length of my cock to get the precum out and then eagerly lapped it off my palm, before starting a light stroking again. I didn't dare work my prick too hard or I'd cum ... and the way I was feeling right now, I'd cum pretty damned loud.
Damn, but I wished I was up close, watching my younger son bury his tongue up his older brother's hole. Just then, Sam lifted his face, his lips and mouth gleaming with sweat and his own spit. He grabbed Mac's muscular butt, pulled it down to the right level, and then rammed his boycock in hard and fast.
"Ohhhhhhhhh." Mac's sigh was one of complete contentment as his brother's prick slid in all the way. Sam held still for just a moment, and then began a smooth, steady stroke in and out of his brother's ass. Mac started helping with his own fucking, moaning, and rotating his ass, thrusting it back to meet the inward shoves of his brother's eager young dick. Sam grunted, and picked up the pace.
"God, yes, Sam, fuck my hole, c'mon kid, fuck me raw," Mac begged. Sam eagerly obliged, moving his hips faster and faster, making Mac moan even louder, and then with a couple of very hard quick strokes, Sam plunged all the way in, clenching tight on Mac's hips, and shuddering as he released a load of boycum up his older brother's butt.
Sam collapsed over Mac's back, panting, and Mac wriggled his butt against the young dick that still impaled him. His "mmmmm" was soft and contented.
"Damn, but you're a good fuck, Mac." Sam levered himself upright, and slowly withdrew his cock. "Tommy Stanton didn't believe me, though. So I told him he could fuck you and see for himself."
I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. And apparently neither could Mac. His verbal, "You did what?" echoed my silent one. Mac started to raise himself, too, but Sam reached out with his left hand and pressed down on Mac's shoulder. Obviously, Sam wasn't strong enough to actually stop Mac, but my older son stopped moving anyway.
"Spread your legs a little," Sam told him. Mac complied. Sam got on his back and wiggled under Mac's butt. He put a hand on each hip, told Mac not to cum yet, and then tugged just a little. Once again, there was no hesitation on Mac's part as they went through something that was clearly not happening for the first time. Mac sat on his brother's face!
Mac's eyes were shut, so I took a chance on moving just a little so I could see better. He was so fucking hot with his head thrown back, that long silky hair falling down to his shoulders; his chest and abs covered with a light down of soft hair, which got thicker and darker below his waist. Down there, he was almost as hairy as his old man, and he was stroking that stud prick hard, while he ground his butt down on his kid brother's face. They moaned in unison, and I could tell they were both getting off on Sam eating out his brother's ass and collecting his own cum.
Mac was really panting hard, speeding up his hand strokes like he was going to cum, and then stopping suddenly, remembering Sam's instruction not to cum. "Sam," he whimpered, "Christ, Sam, you gotta let me cum. Dad'll be home soon."
Sam's hands pushed softly on his brother's butt and Mac raised his hips, allowing Sam to wiggle out from under. Mac swiveled around to face his brother, probably getting rug burn on his knees. He stopped playing with his cock, ducking his head to take a quick slurp of his own precum from his fingertips. I guess that's definitely an inherited trait, because that's what I was doing myself right then ... Sam stood up in front of him, and the grin on his face was clearly a satisfied, cum-eating grin. And his little cock was still hard ... if it had ever actually gone soft.
Mac looked down at his brother's leaking prick, and started playing with himself again. "Uh, Sam ... you were just kidding about Tommy, weren't you?"
It didn't seem possible, but Sam's grin got even wider and much more smug. "Nope."
"Aw, shit."
Sam's grin became more than a little wicked. "Okay, Mac, tell ya what. Tell me you don't want Tommy Stanton naked in front of you, twisting your tits like this, and making you suck his dick, before you lay on your back and you feel that nice hard young prick sliding in and out of your eager hole. C'mon, Mac, tell me you wouldn't like hot teen meat besides mine up your butt, 'n maybe suck my dick while he's fucking you."
All through the recitation, Mac was working his cock harder, writhing with the workout his tits were getting, whimpering at the obvious fantasies in his head, which couldn't have been more hardon making than the ones going through my mind. "Please, Sam," he whispered.
Sam twisted Mac's tits even harder in response. Mac bit his lips, then begged again, stretching the word out, "Please."
"Play with your tits, bro'," Sam said as he dropped to his knees, his delectable ass up in the air as he bent over and swallowed his brother's meat all the way to Mac's thick hair. Damn, but my youngest was some experienced cocksucker, too, and Mac was loving every stroke of the plump boy lips wrapped around his dripping prick. He started fucking Sam's face while Sam just kind of stayed in place, and as he started getting closer to cumming, Mac began grunting ... just like his old man was doing.
My cock was slick with spit and my own precum as I jacked myself to a great cum. I knew I was getting loud, but I couldn't help myself, grunting and moaning when I get close to cumming must be something genetic, because my oldest was doing it, too. I tried to hold back but the sight of that cute face getting so roughly face fucked by thick brother cock was too much for me. I figured the loudness of Mac's grunts as he got closer would cover me. But it didn't.
Mac's eyes snapped open as his head turned in my direction. Sam hadn't been paying attention, I guess, because despite Mac's "Oh, fuck," when Mac saw me, and the fact Mac stopped thrusting, Sam just took over and with a few eager vacuum bobs of his head, Mac was cumming before his shock was able to soften his cock.
Mac's eyes widened even further when his mind caught up with what was going on ... as he realized his dad was standing there, pants around his ankles, pumping his thick cock and starting to shoot a thick load of man cream into his own palm ... and all from watching his two sons fuck and suck.
Mac's mouth was moving, a weird combination of trying to speak and moan and gasp, all at the same time.
Like any man with pants and underwear around his ankles, a softening prick in one hand and the other full of warm cum, I couldn't move very elegantly, so I sort of crab-walked over to my boys. The shuffling sound was enough to bring Sam to his senses, and lift his head to stare up at me, a drop of brother-cum at the corner of his mouth. He unconsciously and automatically licked it off with a flick of his tongue, while his eyes took on the expression you see on those drawings of the children who look like they're all sad eyes. Only it wasn't sadness, it was shock and more than a little fear ... despite the fact he was staring at wilting dad-cock and a half-naked father.
I held my cupped hand out to my motionless boys. "You want to try some of this?"
I didn't think the boys could be any more shocked than they already were, but I was wrong. Both their mouths dropped open. Sometimes I despair about how bright these two really are, despite Mac's decent grades and Sam's generally excellent ones. A father who has just finished jacking off while watching his sons fuck and suck, and is offering his boys a chance to eat some dad-cream, isn't exactly a father who's pissed off about a little clandestine incest. In fact, the father is probably more interested in joining the incest than stopping it.
Which is the thought that finally percolated through their heads. Mac was still blushing but he grabbed my hand, bent his head and his long, agile tongue licked up part of the cum. He raised his head to let Sam get close, and when Sam's hot little tongue lapped up the rest, Mac lowered his head again, and started sucking on my fingers. Sam took the hint and began sucking my thumb and index finger, from time to time looking up at me almost cross-eyed to see the effect on his old man. He should have been looking more at his eye-level to see the effect. With both sons getting my fingers slick with spit, sucking on them like a hard cock, I was stiff again.
I pulled my left hand gently back from their mouths, and looked down with a smile at my kneeling sons. They were both just about hard again. With the tip of my index fingers I rubbed each of their mouths, stroking their lips, gently moving inside to caress their gums, their teeth, then softly forcing my way past their lips. I don't think either of them had realized quite how erotic a finger and a mouth can be. But they were quick learners, and even quicker getting stiff again themselves.
"Sam?"
"Yeah, dad?"
"You were serious about your cousin's boyfriend..."
"Ex-boyfriend, dad."
"Okay, ex-boyfriend, using your brother?"
I continued to caress their faces while Sam obviously tried to figure out in the very few seconds he knew I'd give him whether to lie, or how little of the truth he thought he could get away with. He finally opted for silence and a nod as the safest response ... not too much, not too little, just right.
"How much?"
"How much?" Mac's voice echoed mine, only the squeak on the "much" was positively stratospheric.
Amazing. Sam's blush was over his whole body. And his hot little cock was still standing out straight; talking about money must be as much of a turn on for him as his brother's mouth and ass. "Uh ... well ... five bucks if Mac sucks him, and ten if he gets to fuck."
Mac's voice was still almost shrill with surprise, dismay, anger ... and a very odd little note of something suspiciously like pleasure. "You were gonna collect money for me?"
"Look, Mac ... uh, dad ... it's just business." Sam stopped, as if that was a sufficient explanation. When he looked up from my hand stroking my hard prick, he realized that wasn't going to cut it. "Well, Mac owes me a bunch of money, and you know how slow he is about repaying, so I figured this way I could get it back a little quicker, and Mac could have a good time paying me back."
I tilted Sam's head up. "And make a little extra profit besides what you were charging Mac?" I glanced down at his stiff cock. "And get your own rocks off, too?"
Both boys seemed to have gotten past hearing me talk so bluntly, especially when my cock was hard and dripping right in front of them. Sam blushed again, a sight which just made my cock a little harder, and nodded. "You remember what I told you about charging interest if you loaned your brother money?"
Sam nodded again.
"Mac?"
Mac jerked his eyes away from my cock, and looked up at me. "What do you think we ought to do to ... punish ... Sam?"
Mac grinned, and kept on jerking his meat. "Well, for starters, he could forget about the money I owe him. And split the money from Tommy with me."
I lifted one eyebrow, and it was Mac's turn to blush. "You like the idea of Tommy's dick in your mouth, or fucking your ass?"
He could hardly deny it, so he didn't bother. I bent slightly, stretched out my right hand and twisted his left nipple. "Oh, shit," he moaned. And then looked at me with a weird expression on his face ... he undoubtedly swore with his friends, but he'd never said so much as damn in front of me before. I grinned back at him.
I let go of his tit, and then hopped from foot to foot to get my shoes, pants and boxers off. Standing solidly on bare feet, I asked, "Mac, you think it would be more punishment or reward if Sam sucked your prick?"
"Well, I guess we'd just have to try and see, don't you think, dad?" With that, he put both hands on the sides of Sam's head and pulled that adorable little mouth down to the oozing brother-prick.
I dropped to my knees, too, behind Sam, began running my hands over his smooth, soft, plump, almost hairless body, reaching around his hips to play with his sweet cock. Mac's eyes were locked on mine while he controlled Sam's head, fucking his brother's face eagerly. He looked down to where my cock was pointing straight at Sam's little ass and his eyes lit up. I nodded, and dropped some spit on my fingers. Mac didn't say anything, but he licked his lips lasciviously, looking at my meat and then up at me. I got the message.
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The hallway was empty. It wasn't just empty, it seemed down right desolate. Angel spun down the hall, walking carefully and covering every angle that she could. This was the third hallway that they had cleared. Another twenty ASP workers were now on their way to Conference room eight. They'd run into Kit and her crew, sending them down to keep an eye on the survivors. With Tinman there, they had one agent that was bite proof. Mage had shed a little bit of light into the zombie girls,...
Anna's things were still here, where was she? I heard a strangled moan from the bedroom. Her nude form was on the floor writhing. She was trying to scream but couldn't draw in enough air to do so. Every tortured inhalation was cut short by a gasp of pain. A trail of water led from the shower she had loved so much. As quickly as I could, I entered her mind and stopped the pain. I don't think there was an unbroken bone in her body and what else he had done to her was anybodies guess –...
I was raised on a feral wilderness planet. My father was a hunter, trapping and killing for their meat the ferocious animals that dominated the planet. My mother ran a smallholding to raise grain, fruit and vegetables, heavily protected by fortifications and electric fences. My sisters showed no aptitude or inclination for hunting but readily took to helping my mother expand her smallholding. I took to hunting like a duck to water, surpassing my father's skills by my mid-teens. I could walk...
Finally, we calmed down and tried to figure out what to do. Eventually, we decided simply to get rid of the man's body and not to say anything to anyone about what happened. Disposing of the body would be easy: all I had to do was to dump it in the pecan grove and let the wild hogs eat it. The body would be fully consumed withing two days. We stripped his body and dragged it out the door. That was easy because he was pretty well lined up with the door, so I tied his feet together and ran...
Callie studied their stateroom with pleasure. It wasn’t luxurious, but it was neat, clean, functional, and spacious with several portholes giving a view of the sea. The bathroom was spotless, towels clean. While unpacking, she smiled to herself. This was so unexpected. The Canada Senator was a working container ship. At first glance when they’d arrived at the commercial docks, she’d seen a rusting blue ship piled high with different colored containers; so high she wondered how the ship...
CALLIE YAWNED AND STRETCHED. Her body felt bruised and sore like she did after a long, hard dance workout. She smiled. She had danced, just a different dance - the dance of love with Hunter. Turning her head, she saw the bed was empty. A momentary spike of fear passed when she saw him sipping coffee at the small table by the porthole. Why didn’t he ever sleep in? Her bladder called. A flush of warm embarrassment hit when she felt a damp spot underneath her. She’d leaked! Dashing to the...
Callie was still sound asleep, gone to the world, when I rose at five-thirty. In the kitchen, with a mug of freshly brewed coffee, I got to work. Phone calls to acquaintances led me to Paula Tasker, only twenty-five, yet her reputation was already widely respected. I told her what I was looking for. We bargained over the fee. She accepted. Calls to acquaintances in Switzerland solved another part of my plan. And, at six-thirty in the morning, Friday, I called the White House. Lucas Smith...
Call me Hunter. Just ... Hunter. Don't try tacking on some stupid 'Mr.' or 'Agent' or any of that shit. Hunter. It's who I am and it's what I am. Sure, the official designation is 'Tracker', but, to my mind, a tracker simply follows things. A hunter, on the other hand, follows things, then kills them. They use me, or one of the others like me, when some deviant with paranormal abilities has crossed the magic line between salvageable and disposable. Trackers, with our chemically...
Domino stepped out of the car, his eyes upon the huge house that sat on a picturesque estate just beyond city limits. The lights were on and, with his excellent ears; he could hear the sounds of people talking and music being played. A disgusted sigh was wrestled from his chest and he glanced apologetically at the two that stepped out of the passenger side. "My dinner must be entertaining again. I've asked her not to do such things when I'm not home. It's almost impossible to find humans...
Thursday August, 25 Instead, it got a lot worse. Or at least it did for Dr. Martin, who I walked down stairs to find on our TV screen, explaining to a phalanx of reporters that school was canceled due to the hordes of protesters blocking every road within a six block radius of the school. Mom looked up at me: "Since we don't need to rush out the door, I thought we'd have a nice, leisurely family breakfast. Why don't you and Jeff go ahead and get your showers." I went back upstairs and...
“Are you sure it’s safe?” Callie whispered, peering around at the darkness. The rear entrance to her apartment was deserted. Distant streetlights were weak, casting a yellow glow in the alley, creating dark impenetrable shadows. I used the keys we still had to open the door. Avoiding the ancient elevator - it was too noisy and a trap if we were spotted - I led her up the stairs, pausing at every landing to check the corridors. Her front door opened silently. I paused, listening for anyone....
The next day was more of the same as far as hogs went. I figured that I had enough rabbits with six to test the market. If Mr. Benson didn't want the rabbits, I would try to peddle them myself. Sam and I headed for another empty field where I expected to find some wild hogs. It was near the farm of my near neighbor, Jeb Hanson, and I had heard that he was troubled by wild hogs. I planned to drop by to see him about hunting on his property next week. Sam was as eager as I was to find hogs,...
There was a sudden coup in North Korea. Weapons supplied by China had found their way into the hands of a large number of people who were tired of being hungry and living without electricity. After the initial fighting between government forces and citizens had died down, the Chinese government stepped in and established an interim government. Even the Chinese soldiers were shocked by the conditions in North Korea. Three weeks had passed since the attempted missile attack on the United...
Wednesday, August 24 My hopes that Reverend Neal wouldn't cause any more trouble were dashed as Mom pulled into the school parking lot to find the Reverend leading a protest, accompanied by three or four TV news cameras. Several of the protestors had signs with bible verses on them, including the one I was supposed to read in chapel this afternoon. "Reverend Tucker sure knows his stuff," I thought to myself. Mom backed the car up. "I don't think it's a good idea for us to get out...
The assignment became even more problematic for me over the next four days. On Monday, Callie spotted a friend when we arrived at the dance school and rushed over to chat. A couple of minutes later she approached me with her friend in tow; a young girl with short auburn hair and honey-brown eyes. “Ceci est mon garde du corps, Hunter Lightfoot,” she said, introducing me to her friend. To me she said, “This is Maria. She’s Italian but doesn’t speak English.” “Piacere di conoscerti,” I said...
CALLIE SAT ON THE couch, not concentrating on her textbook. Instead, she studied Hunter. He was absorbed in her textbook on François-Marie Arouet, better known under his nom de plume, Voltaire. Hunter was full of surprises. He was deeper than she’d believed, more knowledgeable, his interests broad. Despite being conversationally challenged, in the little he’d said he revealed a sharp mind. He was educated, articulate, and intelligent. He was a health nut, too, careful of what he ate, rarely...
The port was in utter chaos. The accident the team leader had referred to had been every boat in the harbor suddenly racing towards the docks, crashing into the ones already tied up, snapping the long spars of the outriggers and making every slot on the pier an untenable tangle of splintered bamboo. Nothing bigger than a rowboat would be leaving for hours. I had to find a way to beat Collins to Manila, but Boracay didn't have an airstrip. It might be possible to land a plane on a stretch...
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Oh, my God! I had so much paperwork to fill out that it took me nearly the whole day to get it all done. At least, the shooting had taken place in Bollard County so I was saved another stack of forms I would have had to fill with mind-numbing drivel. This was almost enough to make me quit the job, but I found that I liked being a deputy sheriff enough to stick with it. Mary was supportive, and that made a big difference. My salary of $30 per month would have been a problem in other...
I am back after small gap with one real story. Real story padika yeppavum konjam porumai vendum friends. Na eppo work pannitu irrukura company la nadantha oru unmai sambavam ethu. En office ku puthusa oru 10 peru join pannaga athula boys 7 peru girls 3nu peru.Athu la 2 ponnu north india oru ponnu hydrabad. 2 peru nu oru team la potanga athula yen team ku oru paiyanum oru ponnum potanga (hydrabad). Antha ponnu name preethi. Antha ponna paaka appavi maari irrukum, avaluku padipu mattum tha...
Hot night. Loud music. Sea of movement. I am on the prowl! I'm in need, and the hunt has begun. Holding mydrink, I let current of bodies carry me slowly around the dance floor. Theair is thick with energy and body heat. One can easily get lost in sensoryoverload; bass drumming deep in the stomach, a kaleidoscope of lights almostpalpable on the exposed skin. Momentarily lightning-like flashes replacedby minute darkness ? ~ where do all these hands go at those times? ~ Couples moving in unison,...
Hi Friends, This is Neel () again from Hyderabad. My height is 5.5″ and the size of the dick is 7 and thickness is 2 1/2 centimeters. This story happened when I am doing my +2 and at that time I used to stay in my relative house. In the same compound on the back side of our house there was a single bedroom where a couple used to live. They are very young and the guy used to work as medical rep and the heroine(Menaka) of the story is a house wife.You know in those days mobile phones were not...
Raman Nair opened his daughter in law's bedroom door and stopped still. The CD player was in full blast and his daughter in law, Menaka was dancing to the tune. He had actually come there to tell her to reduce the volume, but seeing her in her mini skirt and loose T shirt dancing with her breasts bouncing stopped him. He leaned against the door and watched as she wriggled her hips and stepped about her mini skirt half lifting showing her fleshy thighs and the red laced panties. Because of the...
A/N: Hello everyone, this is something I’ve been putting together for a long time and now, finally, have decided to write. This is going to be a very long story and hopefully I have the skills, ideas and story to keep you interested all the way to the end. ‘Talking’ ‘Thinking’ =Narration= **** Scene Change **** Hunters Advent ={ Book 1: Birth }= Chapter 1: =§ Hunters of Darkness §= = The Underworld… when you hear the word, it makes you think about a society of crime without law, or a...
When the first thing that loads up when you're on Karmen Karma's Twitter page is a gangbang, you know it's about to be a super fap-worthy account! I'm used to seeing sluts on Twitter, but I am not used to seeing that much action soon in my review process. You usually have to scroll through a bunch of boring-ass OnlyFans promotions, and some bitches don't even show their fucking tits. Even some pornstars have betrayed their whore roots for gaming or some other irrelevant shit to porn. The only...
Twitter Porn AccountsFriday, August 26 I awoke to Jeff fondling my balls. He brushed my cheek with his other hand as he invited me to follow him into the shower. "How about we stay here," I replied, "I already need to wash these sheets." Jeff smiled sweetly as I began stroking him. I cradled his shoulders with my free arm as we kissed passionately. My breathing quickened and I felt an oncoming orgasm. Jeff and I came in unison. After a few more minutes of cuddling, I proceeded downstairs for breakfast while...
Miles of French countryside slipped by in companionable silence. The Peugeot was a feisty little car I enjoyed driving. It gave me time to think. Callie was a distraction. Not good given our situation. But I couldn’t help it. In the middle of last night she’d woken me, moaning and tossing, signs of a disturbed sleep. She’d rolled away from me earlier at some point. I tried placing a hand on her to calm her. When her moans turned into quiet whimpers, I rolled towards her and hugged her,...
At some point deep in the night, I woke up. Callie was stretched out on her front, face turned away from me, and I had her gorgeous naked buttock in my hand. An erection returned, fueled in no small measure by the memory of making love to her, and I wanted her again. Rolling towards her, I woke her with soft kisses on her bare shoulder. She smelled wonderful. Callie murmured and stirred. Reaching over her, I turned her, spooning her, her gorgeous ass nestling into my groin. Rising on an...
PRESIDENT RICHARDS LOOKED UP from the briefing paper he was studying and removed his reading glasses when Lucas Smith entered the Oval Office. “We have an update,” Lucas said, sitting in a chair in front of the desk and crossing his knee. Richards leaned back. “You’ve got them?” he asked. “No. But we know where they’re headed. They were spotted in Genoa. We confirmed he bought two tickets to Rome in Nice. Lightfoot worked in Rome for three months, two and a half years ago. He has contacts...
ON THE THIRD DAY of our journey, the Canada Senator passed through the Strait of Gibraltar and into the Atlantic. The change was immediately noticeable. The ship, despite stabilizers, acquired a gentle roll, a distinct lateral sway that, combined with slow plunging and rising movements as the ship plowed through ocean swells, proved challenging for Callie. She woke up suddenly and made a dash for the bathroom, the sound of vomiting filtering through the closed door. For the next four days...
CALLIE SHIFTED ON THE hard wooden chair. Her shoulders ached. She tried to ease the ache but couldn’t; the plastic cuffs were too tightly closed around her wrists behind her and biting into her skin. Fear made her shake. She felt like crying but wouldn’t give the two men in front of her the satisfaction. The plastic cuffs around her ankles were cutting off her circulation, her feet tingling with numbness. Defiantly, she stared back at the two men; one wide and bulging with muscles, the...
Manila... Shit... Still in Manila. There was no doubt that he'd been here, but there was the very same absence of doubt that he was now gone. I been pounding the broken, dirty concrete for three days and all I'd come up with was half a dozen clubs missing girls and no idea where he'd taken them. Sometimes I wish these bastards would do their collecting in more pleasant parts of the world. But, while I am pretty good at making my wishes come to fruition, I couldn't change the fact...
A Manila Street Scene: It wasn't one of the congested main thoroughfares, but it was a fairly busy local street. The wide sidewalks to either side gave access to the many shops. One could get lunch at one the several food stands, or just a snack and a soda at the Sari-Sari store. A welding shop was next to a clothing store that was by the appliance repair shop, such was the diversity of commerce. On a nearby side street the local teens were playing a game of pick-up badminton over a low...
Hello everyone. This is Varun and back with an amazing story with Menaka that happened 6 months ago. Thank you for all the feedback on my previous story, ““. This incident took place 6 months ago when I came back to India from USA for good. It had been a couple of days since I got back and I was under the influence of jet-lag. Because of this, I was awake at night and I was too bored, so I messaged Menaka. For those of you who don’t know Menaka, please read my old story. I immediately got a...
This incident took place 6 months ago when I came back to India from USA for good. It had been a couple of days since I got back and I was under the influence of jet-lag. Because of this, I was awake at night and I was too bored, so I messaged Menaka.For those of you who don’t know Menaka, please read my old story. I immediately got a response from her and I told her that I was bored and wanted to do something. She said we could meet as she was also not sleepy and bored. She got in her car and...
Hi to ISS readers. This is my first true story. I am Shiva 6 foot and very handsome I live in UK for last 10 years. Hope you will like my real story. Ok Let us go the story. I am 30 now. I had enough sex experience since I was 17. This incident happened just 3 months back. She is Menaka (name changed ) . First I will describe her. She is fair and thin . Age approx 23. She is around 5’6 height and approx. 55 kgs. Even though she is lean she had a huge boobs and nice ass. I am working in a...
Raman Nair sat in his easy chair reading a novel. A slight sound made him look up and he looked right into the eyes of his daughter in law, Menaka. She stood at the doorway, hands on her hips smiling at him. She wore a tight blue jeans and a tight pink tops that hugged her body and being soft material outlined her black lace bra. The low neck of the tops showed the bulge of her breasts forming and the breasts themselves were thrusting forward invitingly. Nair gasped at her, mouth open wide. She...
Hunters & Prey Wilds of Southern Colorado, August 2008. "And then in the strange way things happen, their roles were reversed from that day! The hunted became the huntress. The hunter became the prey! Conquest! Now you know who made the conquest! She, with all her female guile, led him helpless down the aisle. She had finally made a conquest..." "Can we turn that shit off, Bax!" the blond weasel-faced man in the Honda's passenger seat yelled at his friend. Not waiting for an answer,...