Paul
- 5 years ago
- 26
- 0
It was the summer of 1948, a strange but exciting time in my life, in more ways than one. I lived with my mother and brother in the house I was born in, along the tree lined streets of Mayfield, Connecticut. Mayfield was a typical New England town, old and rich in history, but also left behind in many ways. The War had taken most of its men; some had returned, ... others not.
One of those who would never come back was my father, killed in the Pacific, September 1st, 1945; one day before VJ Day. It would be nice to say that I had many fond memories of him, remembrances of my early childhood with him, but the truth was that I didn’t.
He had signed up the day after Pearl Harbor, leaving his wife, my mother, home alone with my brother and myself. I was only nine when he left, and although I knew something terrible was happening at the time, I had no concept of what his leaving meant, or understood the fact that he might never return.
He would only return home once during the war, a brief visit in the winter of 1943, just before he would be sent overseas to begin the business of war. I remember my mother crying for days when he left, but when I asked, she would only say that he would be back in a little while. But it was not to be.
Robbie, my older brother, and I, attended the Saint Mary’s Catholic School down at the end of our neighborhood, the very same church our mother would faithfully attend every Sunday morning, along with many other times during the week. She was very active among the parish, helping with all of the church’s functions and volunteering to do what she could, considering it to be her duty as a good Catholic.
And as you might guess, she tried to raise the two of us under the same guiding light; no drinking (other than wine at church), no swearing (especially taking if the Lord’s name in vain) and proper behavior at all times. But it would be this summer that it would change. This summer would bring to me events that would forever alter the way that I perceived life, or perhaps how it perceived me.
It was Sunday afternoon, home after having attended the morning Mass as we did every Sunday, and I had been sent straight to my room to remove my Church clothes as not to dirty them. I fiddled around a bit in my room, thinking of what I might do that day, and after returning down stairs I walked into the kitchen. Mom was starting her cooking as she did every Sunday afternoon, and I asked her if I could go over to my friend Betty’s house. I had seen Betty in church that morning and she had invited me to come over and spend time with her.
“Okay Dear...” My mother answered, “ ... but I want you home no later than four o’clock, I’m cooking a roast for dinner.”
“I promise.” I hollered to my mother as I raced out the back Kitchen door.
I had been late once, and only once, but remembered well how angry my mother had been. But the alternative was less pleasant, because being in the house on a Sunday afternoon meant that chores would be assigned, and I had no thirst for spending my afternoon cleaning around the house. And because of just that, when I arrived at Betty’s house to find out that her mother had decided that they would be driving over to Betty’s Grandmother’s for the day and that she could not spend time with me, that my heart sank.
Robbie was already gone for the day before I had left, having grabbed his baseball bat and glove and gone to play with the other boys at the park. I had stopped there for a while to watch, and sat quietly hoping they might ask for me to join in the fun. But even through all of the older boys kept looking at me with interest, they had no interest in asking a younger kid like me to play, let alone a girl.
So, again rejected, I walked around the neighborhood for a while, trying to find something to do to pass the time away, but eventually the day’s heat and my boredom led to the decision to just go on home. Walking down the street, kicking little stones along the cracked sidewalk along the way, I turned the corner of our street and saw Father Paul’s old car parked in our driveway.
It was nothing out of the ordinary, Father Paul, who was the priest at our church, would come by frequently to sit in our living room with my mother and talk about church business; who would do what for the upcoming bake sale, ideas for the school, and the occasional gossip of who hadn’t been attending Mass lately.
Father Paul seemed to me to be a strange man, something I couldn’t put my finger on exactly, but yet still there.
When in church, or standing behind the pulpit, he would talk softly of the words of God, but in school he was very stern.
No one, and I mean no one, wanted to be sent to his office.
For any reason.
But, whenever he was over at our house, he always seemed to be very pleasant and I liked him. He was what I had considered a handsome man for his age, always looking proper and sparkly clean in his suit. And as I neared the house, the thought occurred to me that as long as Father Paul and my mother were sitting in the living room, drinking their coffee, as they always did, the topic of how they all missed coffee so much during the War always coming up, that perhaps I wouldn’t be asked to work cleaning the house if could only manage to sneak in and make it up to my room.
So, quietly I cut across our next door neighbor’s lawn and made my way to the back of the house, ducking to avoid being seen through the front windows. Making my way to the back kitchen door, I peeked through the screen door and tried to see down the long hallway and into the living room at the front of the house. All seemed clear, they must have been sitting on the sofa I reasoned, and so slowly I began to open the screen door, careful not to open it too quickly as it might rattle or squeak, and stepping gingerly inside the kitchen I pulled the door gently closed, again as to make no noise. I tiptoed through the kitchen and made my way toward the stairs, stopping only to peek around the corner to see just exactly where my mother and Father Paul were, as I didn’t hear them talking.
But to my surprise, they were not sitting in the living room as I had expected. I stood for a moment, puzzled, as I began to wonder where they were. I knew for certain that was Father Paul’s car sitting in our driveway, I had seen it there plenty of times before to recognize it as his.
But as I stood there silently, slowly my ears began to hear faint but audible noises as they drifted down the stairs where I stood. They were not the sounds of voice, but strange and eerie noises, ghostly noises, and a chill ran down my spine.
And as I stood there, straining to make sense of the strangeness emanating from up the stairs, a sudden and loud moan echoed down the hallway and down to me, causing my body to clench in panic.
“What was that?” My mind raced.
It sounded like someone in pain. Was it my mother? Was she hurt? And I began to feel very afraid. But i couldn’t just stand there, I had to do something, so I slowly and very frightfully began to climb the stairs, one step, then another, then another, still listening intently to decipher the faint noises.
It was then that another loud moan appeared, but it was followed by the distinct sound of laughter, faint but recognizable, and my mind began to spin yet again. Who was that? WHAT was that? And so I continued to slowly climb the stairs, halting only when I reached the top. I stood for a moment and it became very clear to me that the noises I heard were coming from my mother’s bedroom.
Again I heard the eerie noises, growing louder as I continued to creep towards her door, afraid of what horror that might await. Mother’s door was closed, but not entirely, left slightly ajar as we had always been taught to do. “Just in case there is an emergency...” My mother had always insisted. Slowly I took my final step toward the door and leaned my head toward the small gap, safe from view but terrified of what I might see.
I was immediately struck by what I saw, not in the room itself, but in the Mother’s full length dressing mirror. Standing by Mother’s bed was Father Paul, still dressed in his suit, but to my total shock, he stood there with his penis sticking straight out from his opened zipper. And if that were not terrifying enough, there was my mother kneeling before him; her blouse opened wide and hanging off her shoulders, her brassiere pulled down but not off her chest, cradling her breasts and lifting them upward, her nipples exposed and looking large and hard, but shocking most of all was the fact that what I could see of Father Paul’s penis was only the remainder of what was not inside of my mother’s mouth.
Raised as I was, I will admit that I was very naïve when it came to the subject of boys, but I knew what a penis was, or at least thought I had. I had seen one from an infant, Betty’s little baby brother to be exact as he was having his diaper changed, but what I saw before me was so completely different as to scare me.
It looked absolutely huge, large enough that it strained my mothers lips to surround it as it sat in her mouth, her spit gathered at the corners of her lips and running down her cheeks.
I was petrified.
But as the initial panic began to subside, I began to to notice in growing detail what was happening. Father Paul and his hands on my mother’s head, his fingers gently woven into her hair, its loose bun hanging as it came unwound. As she knelt before Father Paul, I watched as mother’s one hand slid its way back and forth between her breasts, stopping at each one to pinch at her nipples, tugging and rolling them between her fingers, her other hand was buried down between her legs, tucked under her skirt and hidden from view.
I love fucking Paul. I was eighteen the first time he pushed his monster cock deep in my cunt. I was laying naked on his bed with my legs spread wide. He had one hand rubbing my nipples on my double D tits as his other hand fingered my clit and my fuck hole. Then he said to me. "Are you ready for a nice big cock to fuck that tight cunt?" I nodded and he then said "ask me for it." I said "Please fuck me. " He then said "Tell me where you want my cock." I replied "Please fuck my wet throbbing...
Contents are copyrighted by Cheryl Lynn 06/05/04 Contains adult material and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Paulette is a fictional story about a young man ensnared by his step- mother, aunt, and grandmother. Forced by a hired nanny to become a sissy for the delight and entertainment of his step-family. Paulette By Cheryl Lynn Paul, his Stepmother, Grandma, and Aunt Miriam sat quietly as the solicitor read the last will and testament of his father, John. "In...
Part One:Having moved to the major city on the west coast from the biggest city on the east coast, I found myself in a spot of bother one Saturday. I had bought a new home a month earlier and moved in two weeks before. The power kept on tripping and I had to have it seen to. After asking around, I was told that the man to use was Paul and was given his number. I phoned Paul and a voice announcing himself as Paulo answered. Believing I might have the wrong number, Paulo explained that everyone...
Gay MaleMr. Collins regularly brought women back to the house; Paulina often heard them and envied them. While she was down on her knees scrubbing the floors, they were down on their knees sucking Mr. Collins cock. Something she had longed to do since the day she set eyes on him. Hoping to catch a glimpse of his latest girl she crept past the bedroom and peered through the crack. Mr. Collins was alone, lying on his bed, stroking his cock. Paulina couldn’t look away. She expected a girl to appear at any...
Erotic FictionOne weekend, Anna was rebelling against her over-protective parents and proceeded to get extremely drunk. She was brought to our door by a very understanding pair of policemen who left her in my custody. Not being accustomed to the copious amounts of rum she drank, she began to get sick and pass out. The exchange student and I kept her awake, made her drink lots of water to counteract the liquor, and walked her around the block for what seemed like hours. Anna hugged us and kissed us in her...
Two taps on the door. "Just a moment," I said. I quickly put my hair up and mentally slipped into my professional demeanor. I wear it like a skirt-suit over the silk lingerie of my inner self. At twenty-nine, I'm one of the youngest employees in the company, but I'm also the president, and the majority shareholder - and a woman. Keeping my demeanor in place and keeping it natural is very important. "Come in," I called. The hallway door opened. I looked over at the clock. It was...
I live in the 'burbs of a smallish city; that is, small enough not to have major problems, big enough to hat the critical mass needed to have a museum, a First Night celebration, a performing arts center, like that. The kind of place where rush hour lasts for thirty-five minutes, normally. I'm a technical writer, and thanks to the modern era, a telecommuter. I work for firms on both coasts, as well as in the heartland. I've been doing this job since the mid nineties; I was newly divorced,...
by tirreno12One night my young wife Paula and I were making love in our bedroom; she was being very coy and seemed more turned on than usual. She proposed a sort of riddle game, with a lot of 'what if?' questions, like she was testing me to see when I could be jealous. Her first question was rather mild, "what if a guy made a pass at her?""Well, Paula, that would be no surprise," I replied. "In fact, it would be normal because you are a very pretty girl. It's not your fault you look so sexy...
by Diomedes “Forty, and for an extra ten you can fuck my little ass as well”, Paula gave a giggle and smiled up at the man. She was nineteen but looked younger, much younger, and she played on it, her short hair, small bust and the way she dressed all served to make her look more like a sixteen-year old schoolgirl. The man nodded in agreement and handed over the notes as she took his hand to lead him to the alleyway. Something looked familiar about him, but then again all suckers...
Standard warning and disclaimer: All characters are fictional. If you see yourself, buy a new mirror. Contains subjects some people may find offensive. If you are one of them, why are you reading this? Protect your kids. If you are worried about them reading this sort of material, please censor free speech and use a safe surfing program such as net nanny. Or better yet, teach them early and lovingly to understand and accept different lifestyles. Before they learn from bad...
Five years ago, I was going through a hard moment in my life. I had cheated on my wife, and things were not well at home. I felt I wanted to be free, and I was considering getting divorced. One day, my best friend Paula called me. At that moment she was living in Germany with her girlfriend, Hannah. Paula is bisexual, but she has had more experience with girls than with guys. I answered my phone, and Paula told me she didn’t feel well. She had met a Czech girl in a congress in Amsterdam, and...
TrueShe moaned and moved softly. I placed my hands on her beautiful round boobs. Her movement was rhythmic and after some minutes she began moving faster, kind of jumping on top of me, while I held onto her tits. Five years ago, I was going through a hard moment in my life. I had cheated on my wife and things were not well at home. I felt I wanted to be free and I was considering getting divorced. One day, my best friend Paula called me. At that moment she was living in Germany with her girlfriend...
FriendIntro: Paula Wize was a good girl. She got good grade in school and was among the top students in her class. She had even advanced to the point that despite her age of fifteen, she was a junior in high school. She made extra money by both babysitting and tutoring other students. Almost all of the students she tutored improved by a letter grade if not more, even those in the senior class. It was partly because of her intelligence and partly the fact that she was at least two years younger than...
Paula by Callie Messenger I met Laura at breakfast in the guesthouse. The landlady introduced us, but no more was said. That evening, I greeted her as she came into the lounge. She sat next to me and we began to talk about our days. We decided on an evening meal together, and then ended up staying in the pub until closing time. When we got back she came to my room, and we slept together. When we got up she told me that her husband's farm needed a few extra...
Het verhaal dat volgt is van A tot Z verzonnen en de personen waarover het gaat bestaan dus niet in werkelijkheid. Dit verhaal en het verhaal over Eric, de detective, zijn lange tijd geleden geschreven en zijn dus mijn eerste verhalen. Zelf vind ik ze niet denderend. Maar goed, oordeel zelf maar. Men heeft geschreven dat mijn verhalen wel iets harder mogen zijn. Ook dit is iets harder. Ik heb nog wel ergens een hard verhaal, maar de meesten zijn in de loop der jaren softer geworden....
Sex or Suicide "Damn, I am so bored," I groaned as I leaned back in the kitchen chair. "Well, what game do you wanna play, Derrick?" Nicole asked me. I made a face. "I'm kinda getting tired of drinking games," I told her. "Me too," said our friend Cory. "We play the same stuff every week, and I always kick both of your asses at quarters every time anyway." We were sitting in Nicole's apartment at the kitchen table, with shot glasses and red plastic cups in front of us. There were ping pong...
The night before with my 53 year-old looker Gina and her younger friend Becky had been one of the hottest nights of my life. This morning was somewhat normal for Gina and I as she joined me in the shower for a hot Sunday morning banging. After some play in the hot tub Becky gave me the ride of my life and I reciprocated by giving her the anal sex she longed for. I had just finished taking Becky’s fine asshole when all three of us cuddled on the lounger on the back porch by the hot tub. Becky...
Group SexThings had been progressing pretty quickly all day, and they certainly weren't slowing down once Abby came up to the side of the bed and undid the last button on her collared blouse, revealing her bra. That innocent white smile spread across her face as the equally white top slipped off the young girl's arms and fell out of my sight to the hardwood floor of my bedroom. Next, Abby climbed onto the bed with me, one knee at a time, and shuffled toward me, having already left her shoes behind. I,...
I have used Craig’s list to meet women in the past but have not had much luck – they either did not turn up, did not live up to their descriptions or were not very good. However, a couple of months ago I made contact with a woman who was advertising that she wanted a NSA contact as her sex life with her husband had become a bit boring. As there was no photograph with the advert it did not immediately appeal to me. However a few days after seeing the advert I decided to reply. I heard nothing...
She stood in front of the bathroom mirror and flicked the brush through her hair. Katie had always been proud of her hair. It had been cut short when she was a teenager and she had cried for weeks, swearing to never again cut it so short. It now fell to the middle of her back although she had had it thinned out a month ago. She stared at the white, satin blouse. She had dressed carefully that morning, ready for another Sunday morning in church. The collar ties had been slowly tied and the...
Will did not know where he was going, but he knew he just had to get out of the house. The air con in the car was starting to dry the t-shirt and shorts he had thrown on when almost running from his hot tub. His cock was still hard though, straining at his shorts. The thoughts and feelings of his daughter, Vikki, giving him a topless lap dance in his hot tub never leaving his mind. Not only that, but the good feelings of when he had cum over and in Vikki did nothing to stop his raging hard...
Hey girls and guys, this is Adi again with another story. This story is a work of fiction from my mind. It relates to no one dead or alive. Send me your review at If there are any horny girls, aunties around Delhi ncr looking for a fling feel free to mail me. I assure your privacy will be kept. Thank you. looking forward for your replies. Skipping credits just enjoy. Sometimes you love someone more than yourselves. When they leave your whole world comes crashing down, shattering to bits. This...
Taken hostage! I was walking along a hot busy street without a care in the world on holiday abroad. I was handsome, slim, brimming full of confidence and my gorgeous blond girlfriend walked closely next to me, her man, with her small arm wrapped round mine. The dark skinned locals stopped and watched us as we walked by, open mouthed as if seeing stunningly attractive superstars in the flesh for the first time. My girlfriend, Samantha, was tall for a girl but slim and beautiful....
„ Na toll“, denkt Kristina, als Sie durch Ihr Bürofenster nach draußen blickt. Pünktlich zum Dienstschluss hat es wieder angefangen zu regnen. Sie ist eine 28 jährige Spezialistin für organisierte Kriminalität und in der Botschaft in diesem osteuropäischen Land angestellt. Sicherlich war Ihre Größe von 1,70 m und Ihre blonden langen Haare, gepaart mit der Oberweite von 75D kein Nachteil bei Ihrer Bewerbung. Abgesehen davon, ist Sie auf Ihrem Gebiet eine ausgewiesene Koryphäe. Nachdem Sie den PC...
I had made the delivery of unprocessed product to the distributor, and I had our talk with the Doctor. Our share of the product was all in the glass jars and ready for to be put in the Old barn. The old barn’s hay loft was accessed only by a ladder, which was also a tool of my landscape business. The point was that it was nearing Christmas, so there was some down time ahead. Lucy, and Lorrie removed some cash for one of our stashes and went shopping. They bought a bunch of presents for their...
Sir Harry Higgins sat in the drawing room absentmindedly reading some very dull articles about unrest on the Continent. He really had no interest in other people's problems right at the moment. Poor Sir Harry had troubles enough of his own. He had been a widower for these three years past after the unfortunate riding accident that had claimed his spouse of two decades, Lady Eugenia Higgins. Eugenia had been a shy virgin of only 16 when he claimed her maidenhead on their wedding night. It...
I ran into an ex boyfriend and suddenly all the memories of the time we had together swarmed my mind and distracted my focus. My husband to be is beside me… We just had a fight and I had angrily gone to clear my mind when I ran into my ex, Ajit. He was still as handsome as always. I missed the feel of his hands on my body. Just then, my fiancé’s voice draws me back.“I want to know that your heart is still with me, Pooja. We have survived through many tides and the turbulence of the ocean has...
one Where does something truly begin? I could say this all started way back when I first ever snuck into my Mom's bedroom and tried on her soft, sensual lingerie. Back when I was a child. Maybe it was when I met Kelli. She was my girlfriend for years and the one woman I've ever confided my dressing in. It was a traumatic night to open up about a secret I'd had for nearly two decades, and I think because it was such a heartfelt conversation, she was more open to possibilities. She...
My whole body shakes as I enter the hotel. I have waited so long to see you and now we are so close. I know that you have booked a room in the hotel, but still I go get my own. I tell the clerk that under no circumstances is anyone to be informed about this room. I make sure that it is only a few doors down from the room you have booked. I take the keys to both rooms and make my way up. I enter my own room first and leave my things there. I take a shower and get ready for what I have planned....
The reason why young Sumiko did not have a dedicated suitor as yet was the fact she helped her parents in their tiny fish store that specialized in gourmet delights from under the sea. It was not because she was too busy to waste time on allowing a young man to court her. It certainly was not because she lacked longing for the touch of a male hand on her feverish young girlish flesh. Quite simply, it was because she carried with her the odor of fish no matter how hard she tried to wash the...
Hello friends. I am back with another story. As I said in the previous story I see these stories as an escape route from my desire for an incestual relationship. This story is just fiction which is being narrated by the son Ganesh. I am 20 years old. This story happened when I was 11. My mother was 36 years old then. She is a tall woman with a slightly bulky body and average looks. Her name is Mini. She is a loyal wife and a conservative lady. Her figure is 36-32-34. she always wears saree and...
IncestI couldn't believe this was happening. Was i really seeing it, and why was my cock hard in my pants. I was leaning against the door because i couldn't move, and was watching my wifes older brother's cock slamming into her pussy. "OH FUCK!!!! She moaned out loudly. "Fill my pussy James. Fill it with that cock!" "Goddamn little s*s I had forgotten how tight and wet you get." Was his reply, as sweat rolled down his forehead. So this was obviously not the first time this has happened and as I...
The Rise of Miss. Hyde By Argus Part 1: Malcolm loved antique shops. It was the smell he liked the best. Age had it's own aroma, a sort of heady, drowsy, duskiness which reminded him of lazy sunlight in a school library. But more than that, he loved to hold an object from the past, feel a connection with a person long gone. Every night on the way home from work, he would pop into the local shop, still dressed in his shirt and tie and peruse the shelves looking at all the wonderful...
You feel trepidation and fear as you are lead into the main room. It is not yet evening and the few customers consist of stone masons, bakers, cabinet makers and other skilled craftsman that have finished their day and have enough coin for a beer and a brol before returning to their homes and families for an evening meal. It is not the customers you fear. It is your former employees and slaves. As you step into the room a sudden silence falls over everyone there. And Pohst has...
Fed up with waiting for a taxi, naive young tourista Liza Rowe thinks she’s hit the jackpot when she meets Boris the driver. He offers to take the cash-strapped cutie to a nearby hhostel for free where she can room and board in exchange for some lite work. What girl could say no to a deal that sweet? A smart one, that’s who! Soon after arriving at Hostelxxx dumb little Liza discovers what the real price for a room is her juicy fat ass and tiny little tits, and thats just to start....
xmoviesforyouIt was a Friday afternoon, my girl and I always looking forward to the weekend when we can actually have sometime together. It started a few days before lots of text flirting with more then an innuendo or two and it was building some lust in each of us. While we do find time for intimacy as well as having some hot lustful moments they are harder now with my teenage daughter living with me again. Now if that were not the case it would have been a wild and quick encounter when we were back...
You know you have faith in someone to only find out how really sick they are.....who in their right mind would find pregnant women appealing? Especially when you have a slim good looking thing at home? Who in their right mind would go to a motel for what i call a pornathon? Damm your hand really needs to be sore maybe that is why u have more muscles on the right than the left. And interested in chicks with dicks? Just wrong......I love sex and think it is the most erotic thing.....not with...
This is my 3rd part of my amazing sexual relationship with my own brother, after that night we again had a chance next evening, my brother and me decided to go to a movie, I still remember the movie, it was air force one, as I was getting ready my brother asked me to wear leggings with short kurti( I didn’t understand that then as why he asked me to wear that) , I was 6 pm show, As soon as the lights went out in the theatre, my brother held my hands and started squeezing them hard and I too...
IncestIntroduction: Warning: Melissa was like a lot of young girls her age that had kissed and felt up her girlfriends as a curious child but never thought much about sex. It was mostly just a natural curiosity to inspect other girls bodies to see if they were like her or not. Her family lived in Birmingham, England. Her parents bought a semi-detached home in a nice residential neighborhood. The homes were the latest thing in their day. She was an only child. In every way she was an average sandy...
Leroy was still rubbing his big black cock up and down her tiny slit, letting only the head penetrate her. Tracy was begging hard now, “PPPPPLLLLLEEEEEEEAAAAASSSSSSEEEEE FUCK MY CUNT, MAKE ME CUM YOU BASTARD, PUSH THAT BIG COCK INTO ME, BUST MY CHERRY, FUCK MY VIRGIN CUNT, I NEED YOU IN ME YOU BLACK SON OF A BITCH, FUCK MY HOLE!” Oh, how she needed to cum! Everyone was laughing and cheering her on. Linda said to Leroy, “Take your time stud, and make the little cunt beg more. Make her want...
Looking back on it I can now see that it was inevitable. Katie with her shoulder length black hair and stunning blue eyes walked into the office for the first time. She stole my heart and gave me a hard on in it’s place. Even now, after knowing she dyes her hair black and wears blue contacts, it still brings my cock back to life. Katie was assigned to my area for me to train and over the first few day we got to know each other very well. She had just left a bad marriage and had told me she...
This is the story of a very exciting, and very strange summer I had some years back. The events that took place that summer, were quite extensive. Which I think is a great excuse for naming the chapters. So, here we go:Chapter 1 - Discovering the forbidden fruit It's been a while since I've seen my remote family from Eastern Europe. Years in fact. For the longest time, because of operational reasons, I was not allowed to go where they lived. And they could not visit us due to a practical...
Britney turned to Jess, then glanced back at me. ‘Her?’ she mouthed. I nodded. Britney tapped Jess on the shoulder. Jess jumped, momentarily startled. “Yes?” “Sorry, Miss, but that gentleman is your husband, he said?” she asked. Jess’ eyes widened in surprise, probably because it was supposed to be kept on the down-low, but she nodded. “Would you mind if I took him to one of the lap dance areas?” She pointed toward a partition off to the side of the room that blocked a series of chairs...
One of the first people I looked up was my ex Allie. You all have likely read my stories about her. Her profile was privacy protected except for her picture and the links to send messages and poke and that stuff. She looked great in her pic....damn near the same as the last time I saw her. Obviously she was older now, but I could still see the great smile and twinkle in her eyes. I wrestled with the thought of even sending her a message. After we lost touch, I knew she got married and...
Hello everyone, I’m Kishan from Bengaluru and a big fan of iss . I came across iss when I was in my college and quickly told everyone about it. They all started reading sex stories in class and from then I wanted to share my experiences here but for some reasons, I didn’t sit down to write. From on I’ll tell stories of my Jyoti aunty who was a great teacher and fuck I’ve ever had in my life. It happened when I was 18 years old preparing for my board exams. We were in a rented house and we got...
IncestSouth of Bikini Series Finale Copyright: 2017, R.G. Beyer "When Worlds Collide" I really can't say as to when I first noticed her. She, as they say, was very hard to miss. In fact, even in a crowd of say, a hundred, most eyes would immediately locate her and track her until she disappeared from view by ducking into a store front, entering the subway, or just plain vanishing from sight as a bus or truck passed by. Just plain vanishing- now that would be novel! Though, there...
The Widower Bride by enduringshades Three months ago Tom gathered his immediate family together and told them of his plans for his wedding anniversary. At first they were not sure they heard correctly, then they were shocked, and then they became very emotional when Tom told them of his ambitious plan and asked for their blessing and support to make it an unforgettable day and to celebrate Jessica's memory. Tom had married his childhood sweetheart Jessica last year. They were...
It was one of those dreary mornings and you felt the weight of the world on your shoulders, another day sitting in your chair, staring at a computer screen, listening to people moaning about this about that....It makes it even more depressing as the weather is turning colder and the mornings so dark....Once you are up, having your breakfast your mood changes, and your mind starts to wander....insomuch that that damp feeling between your legs is evident on your fresh white knickers.It's only a...
(2013) Oh God!" whispered Annie. "They did it. They actually did it!" "Yes, they did," I replied. "Not a lot of fine details though," Annie said eventually. "I'm only going off what's in the diaries and letters and I suspect there's a lot not being said in them," I replied, hugging Annie to me and enjoying the tactile feel of her warm flesh. "I suspect you're right," said Annie. "I must admit to being a bit surprised over Pamela though." "I don't know," I replied....
Francis fingered the scrollwork above the fireplace in her grandmother’s stately Victorian home. She placed her wine glass on the mantle and sat down by the dying fire. Scattered flames flickered from the warm embers. Holidays at her grandmother’s house were always dull. This year, her husband’s absence made the time pass even more slowly. She hoped that his trip to a New York City fertility clinic would be worth the separation. Footsteps announced company. ‘My, you look pensive,’ said a...
Der ehrenwerte PastorDienstag Die 15-j?hrige Karola lag in der Badewanne und genoss das hei?e Wasser. Sie war mit ihren Freundinnen Eislaufen gewesen. Es gab einen kleinen See unweit des elterlichen Hauses. Etwa 250 m lang und 70 m breit war er nur. Im Sommer nutzen sie und ihre Freundinnen ihn zum Baden, im Winter zum Eislaufen.Karola ist eine wahre Augenweide. Lange schlanke Beine. Fester Po und stramme Schenkel. Und was f?r Br?ste. Mit den Ma?en 86-57-88, bei einer Gr??e von 1,65 m, ist sie schon ...
I was shopping for something sexy to buy my new girlfriend. Christmas was coming soon and I knew I wanted to be cumming too. (pun intended) I looked at silky gowns and wondered over to the toy section. I saw the strap on selection and thought, I wonder if there is anything in the to get the girl off other than just the thought of doing her man ? I ended up picking out a double dong and a small butt plug. I had a few experiences with other men and while I had chances to, I avoided having...
I SUCKED THIS THIRTY AND DISGUSTING MECHANIC’S COCK My husband and I were shopping, strolling the streetswalking looking for the best bargain, watching price tags at every window we stopped in, in Caracas downtown. I was wearing low-neck T-shirt… which showed my tanned tits a lot, because I had gone to the beach recently, wishing to show off. I stopped to see something more, while my husband continued to walk ahead by himself to buy some sodas for us to drink, coz we were thirsty. ...
Jeff had just dialed his next door neighbor who lived a mile down the road. "Steve Sperman here." "Hi Mr. Sperman. This is Jeff. How's it going?" "Hmmm. Didn't we have a discussion about that Mr. thing?" Jeff chuckled. "Yeah, I guess we did, Steve. How's Marcie doing?" There was a hesitation. "You know, that's a funny thing, like I mentioned before. Seems like after the night we spent at your place, ol' Uncle Arthur (arthritis) suddenly got much better. Odd that both of us...
How did they decide on one unisex area? The helpers are one thing, but the other kids? After getting the girls the right bra fit, or training bras for the ones that didn’t need a bra except to keep their buds from showing through their shits, we had an influx of kids that stripped off everything they had on, threw most of it in the trash, went to shower, and then come back to find clean clothes. I didn’t even bother telling girls what size bras to get. Instead, I got the right one and put it...
Hi Friends,I m Ravi, i finished my engg.Now i m in chennai.1st time i m writing my experiance…i have 7inch cock.Its my 1st exp wit my own aunty. My aunty is one of the very very sexy lady in world, her name is Anu.(sorry friends,i changed her name). Which encouraged me to have sex with Anu.her boobs like water-melone , and i want suck it. Basically she is from small village and she is also a good friend For me.Her body and eyes are very admirable one.she has great Boobs 34D, 28 waist and 38...
IncestIf there was one person in the world who knew how to fuck Manya, it was Deen. Even though Deen had never fucked her, or any other woman for that matter, he knew perfectly well what his mother needed. Gone was the woman who loved romantic lovemaking. She was replaced by a perpetual bitch in heat. Gone was the woman who liked to have her body worshipped when being made love to. She was replaced by a whore who liked to be fucked hard and fast, treated like a ragdoll. Getting bolder by the...
Hello readers,mera nam sandeep singh hai mai Chandigarh ka rahne wala hu ,aur yeh story site karib 2 mahine se pad raha hu,mai, bade dino se soch raha tha ki apni bhee story ko ap sab logo ke sath share karoo, mai apko bata du meri age 35 hai ,aur mai shadisuda hoo, yeh bat aj se karib 2 sal pahele ke hai ,mera ek sala (wife s brother) hai jo Chandigarh me he rahta hai,unka motor parts ka kam hai,mera sala smart jyada nahi hai ,uski age 32 sal hai ,uski bibi yani ke mere saleyaz (sale ke bibi)...