Nandita To Nandini
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I was nearly done fixing my neighbor’s broken dryer, sweaty as could be, as it was already unseasonably warm for an afternoon in April, Saturday to be precise, when the door to the laundry room opened behind me. I wrapped up the last of the repairs before standing up to face whoever it was, thinking that it was Daisy Eisenstein, the sultry soccer mom who had asked me to do this as a favor. When I turned around, though, it was her daughter, April, all of eighteen years and a likely candidate to equal her mother’s beauty in the future, though as a ginger with freckles and fair skin, instead of the swarthier Daisy.
“Hey, April. I just finished fixing the dryer, so if you need to do laundry, everything should be in working order,” I smiled in my usual friendly, if sometimes awkward, manner.
“Well, actually, Mom wanted me to ask you to join us for supper. Pesach is over and Shabbos is nearly over, so this is a nice chance to have company tonight. I think that she’s lonely as ever, especially since her last guy moved out. So many relationships, marriages, divorces, husbands, boyfriends, and most recently, a fiance, all very rough on both of us. It’s tough to find a man who can handle us, I guess,” April spoke wistfully, making me feel genuine empathy for a moment in spite of my usual cynicism.
“Very sorry for both of you, but if I can perhaps relieve her loneliness and yours for a moment, maybe it will be worthwhile, plus I’m not exactly dating anyone myself. Tell me the truth, was that the ulterior motive behind this? A professional repairman could have fixed this easier, but your mother asked a neighbor, namely me. Not that I minded, of course. It’s a pleasure to hang around here and spend time with the both of you,” I assured April, who reached out a hand to touch my face, letting me shock her with a kiss to said hand.
“You kissed my hand? Damn! That’s ... corny, but sweet. You don’t even believe in chivalry, or so you say, but you kissed my hand. Would you do that for my mother?” April asked me, curiously.
“Of course. I don’t believe in chivalry, but I do believe in showering the worthy with affection. You’re worthy and so is she. I watched you grow up, April. I like you. I always have. I like your mother, too. The only times that I’ve avoided you guys were certain events when she was married to or dating those dicks. What was the deal with that last one, anyway? He was horrible to her! Just God awful! Anyway, enough of that. I don’t mean to make either of you feel bad and all that,” I declared as I realized that I wasn’t so fresh ... I was sweaty and needed a shower like crazy.
“Worried about your sweat and dirt, Mr. Sabatini? Mom told me to tell you that the shower is free. Just strip and pop in, and well, we’ll take care of the rest. No need to worry about what to wear afterward, trust me,” April suggested, making me feel a little anxious, but also touched by her mother’s gesture of true hospitality.
“Thank you, April, and tell your mother that I said, ‘thank you’ as well. That’s very kind of both of you,” I took my neighbor at her word, just glad that my daughter Bianca wasn’t there to hear us ... I’d never hear the end of it.
“You know, your daughter and mine did playdates for years and they’ve always been almost like sisters or cousins. I enjoyed babysitting Bianca, too, Caesar, just as you enjoyed babysitting April for me. I almost feel like ‘Aunt Daisy’ to her, you know,” Daisy announced her presence, “And you’re very welcome, dear. So, you’ll stay for the first supper after Passover?”
“He feels like... ‘Uncle Caesar, ‘ to me, too, if you ask me,” April said as she hugged me tightly, getting her hands “accidentally” on my butt.
“I would be honored to do so, Daisy. And I’m honored that you think of Bianca and me as family that way. That is very sweet of you yet again,” I answered, hoping that things didn’t get too awkward due to April’s brazen flirting with me, which I took to be simply a young woman’s crush.
Then again, April got that honestly, given that Daisy slept with me various times in the past, especially when her marriages and relationships were on the rocks or she was between husbands and boyfriends. Since Bianca’s mother walked out on me seven years before, leaving me (mostly) responsible for a child whose paternity was never entirely confirmed, I had simply squeezed in a sex life where I could (Daisy was just one example) and gave up on love! To be fair, I was never the model for fidelity, either, before Liz took off with Bruce, so this was hardly new. I had even cheated on Liz with Daisy a few times while married (and at least twice before the separation while Daisy was supposedly “happy” with her second husband Stewart).
The funny thing was that Liz never bothered with the formalities of a divorce, possibly so as not to burn her bridges with Holy Mother Church, so we were both serial adulterers as a result of our actions in the eyes of our religion. Liz sometimes used that as a loophole to cheat on Bruce with me. Given my personal hatred of him, I was more than willing to let her, as long as she knew that she had no hope of getting me back. I also made sure to remind her of how much she enjoyed my dick when she got it.
I was still never sure what Liz saw in Bruce (other than money and a “jetset” lifestyle) or why she never even fought me for at least joint-custody of Bianca, but I gave up on worrying about it. Liz saw Bianca only when it suited her to the role of a “loving mom,” but the hard work of parenting was always too much of an obstacle to the luxurious life of dating a high-flier like Bruce. She remained my estranged, legally separated, and adulterous wife who sometimes visited her rube of an Italian, working-class husband and her suburban, middle-class daughter (at least that was how it felt at times).
Suddenly, I was snapped out of my thoughts by April handing me a towel. Daisy winked at me went to her computer to look up recipes that she could start up fast after sunset, when Shabbos ended. April just smiled and followed me to the guest bathroom, presumably to retrieve my dirty clothes for temporary storage. I was about to close the door to undress, but April’s small hands stopped me, or rather, her voice did.
“Leave it cracked, please, Mr. Sabatini. That way, I can take your clothes through the crack. Remember, you don’t have to worry about new clothes. We’ve got that covered, too,” April reassured me, though I thought her choice of words rather odd.
I was fully undressed and closed the door at last, turning on the shower jets and starting to lather up, when I heard the bathroom door open yet again. Thinking that it was Daisy and perhaps April was complicit in a little plot to get me back into her mother’s bed, I relaxed. I had figured it out, I assumed ... This theory explained everything, including April’s eccentric behavior. She wanted to make it easier for her mother to entice me into another tryst. Daisy must have told her about our various affairs in the past.
When my companion began washing me, using my tendency to close my eyes in the shower a lot, I simply let her do her thing and enjoyed it. Her touch was soft, smooth, and sensual as ever, and I began washing her body from memory, picturing that swarthy flesh under my hands, reveling in our shared caress in the shower. My favorite part was fondling her body, especially her bottom. I was confident that this was Daisy and that she simply wanted to resume our affair. Well, at this point in my life, I was more than ready to go along with that. Daisy was an excellent lover and none of her exes deserved her, to be honest.
It wasn’t until I felt soft lips on my own, a sweet, loving, passionate kiss followed by more than a little tongue, that I opened my eyes and saw ... April. She smiled at me and reached for my cock, her lovely hands stroking me as I stood paralyzed by shock. I started to protest, because April was virtually a niece or second daughter to me, but she was having none of it, her mouth closing in on mine yet again. The biggest jolt was when she kissed her way down my front to my dick, and then began sucking and licking my prick like it was the best flavor on the planet or something.
“Oooh, Mr. Sabatini ... May I call you ‘Uncle Caesar, ‘ or perhaps Daddy? This cock ... it’s very big and thick, isn’t it? No wonder Mom likes you fucking her so much! Right now, she’s so horny and lonely that she’d take your dick in her twat and her mouth straight from my pussy ... You want to see it, by the way? You’ve touched it now, when you washed me. You’ve also touched my ass, and I have to say, I loved how much you took your time, fondling my buns and my crack as you cleaned me back there,” April told me between licks, sucking, and even kisses, especially to the head.
“Oh, God, April ... this is ... We probably shouldn’t be ... I mean, I babysat you ... You’re so close to Bianca that you’re practically sisters! We’re virtually family! This feels ... Oh, damn! What would your mother say? Wouldn’t she get jealous or something? Shouldn’t we stop? Oh ... shit, that feels fucking good! You’re just like your mother that way!” I struggled aloud with the taboo aspects of screwing my neighbor’s barely legal daughter who had been like a niece to me, especially when I had often been intimate with her mother.
“Relax, at this point, Mom would never believe that we hadn’t gone all the way, so we might as well do so. Come on, Uncle Caesar ... fuck the daughter just like you screwed the mother! Do your famous Roman namesake proud!” April teased me now about my being named after the great Roman dictator and womanizer.
“And here I thought that you two were plotting to get me back with her,” I noted as I slid my cock inside April at last, noticing how snug and warm it was inside her eighteen-year old snatch.
“We were!” I heard Daisy speak as she pulled back the curtain to catch me pounding her daughter’s pussy.
Daisy had a grin on her face instead of the expected scowl and she simply walked over to us to give both of us a kiss on the lips.
“April and I are lovers, Caesar. We have been for about a month now, since she turned eighteen and decided that she was tired of my misery and wanted to take her mother’s love life in hand. Still, both of us needed a cock and April was eager to give her virginity to a man who cared about both of us. That man was you, of course. Who else in this neighborhood is even remotely in the same league as you? How does it feel, fucking my daughter’s virgin twat?” Daisy teased me with a wink while jilling off to the sight of April taking my thick dick inside her.
“It ... feels ... so ... fucking ... good!” I confessed, feeling just how tight April was, but also caressing her buns as we fucked.
“We ... have a proposition for you, but you definitely want to be sitting down for this one, so we invited you to supper, what we hope will the first of many such suppers, in fact,” Daisy added with a gleam in her eye as I continued to ravish her daughter.
“OH ... MY ... G-D!” April screamed as she felt my cock now balls deep, hitting her good and hard from the back.
“Have your way with my daughter, Caesar, but remember that I get a turn, too!” Daisy made her own intentions for me crystal clear, “It’s not kosher, but who cares? We’re three lonely people who need love, right?”
When I started playing with the outside of April’s asshole, I halfway expected a negative reaction, but I took the chance, anyway. Instead, April began moaning like crazy, so I slipped a finger inside her butt, which caused her to cream herself on my dick, leaking her juices all over me. She came yet again when I stroked her clit while fucking her twat and fingering her backdoor. When I added a second finger to her bottom, April screamed loudly and startled her mother, who quickly realized what was going on and jumped into the shower with us. It was crowded, but worth it, as Daisy started to probe my prostate as well, making it tougher not to cum inside April just yet.
We were like some kind of freakish beast from a mythology for a second, my cock reaming April while her mother fingered my booty and I gave her daughter three fingers in the tush for a moment. It worked, though, as April came yet again and I exploded into her pussy, shooting my spunk as far inside her cherry snatch as I could send it. Daisy withdrew her fingers, washed them quickly, turned off the shower, and then began drying us off before we did the same to her.
“In a little bit, when your dick has recovered, it’s my turn and I hope that you don’t freak out when April rims me. She loves to eat my ass and has wanted to do that while I’m fucked. I hope to return the favor, too, as we fully intend to make this a regular thing with us ... you, me, and her. If that’s quite alright with you, that is,” Daisy encouraged me.
“No condoms, either, please. We want that bareback lovin’, Uncle Caesar! I even want it up my ass!” April urged me.
“Same here! In the backdoor! Darrell Roth, my ex-fiance, couldn’t take that, kept lecturing me on its forbidden status. I reminded him that, strictly speaking, I shouldn’t be sleeping with him at all by that standard, since it’s outside of wedlock. I know my Torah, but I’m no better at following it than anyone else. That’s what I get for dating a Modern Orthodox, right? I’m Reform and I’m lucky to stick to that! I’m definitely not kosher!” Daisy told me, adding, “As much adultery as I’ve committed, especially with you at times, I’m not going to deny myself a guilty pleasure like taking it up the butt from time to time.”
“Oh, damn, girls! My dick is already starting to recover!” I noted as we walked out, naked into the hallway.
“Told ya he’d recover fast, didn’t I, April?” Daisy winked at her daughter now.
“That you did, Mom! That you did! Oh, and if you’re looking for clothes, too bad! I know what I said earlier implied that we have clothing for you to wear, but we don’t. We simply mean to keep you naked all evening along, while we take turns jumping your bones. Then again, we plan to stay nude as well,” April admitted to me with a blush, while taking my hand and leading me to Daisy’s bed.
It wasn’t too much longer before I was fully hard again, thanks to the prospect of screwing the mother while the daughter rimmed her. This was ultimate male fantasy territory, after all, especially doing a mother and daughter on the same bed. Bianca wasn’t going to be an issue, due to one of her occasional weekends with Bruce and Liz, so it was just up to me to decide if I wanted to spend the night with Daisy and April Eisenstein, and quite frankly, I did. As I humped a very enthusiastic lady of the house and her daughter spread her cheeks to eat her ass, I refused to kid myself ... I wanted to stay with them both. I wanted this as much as they did. I would listen very keenly to their proposal at supper and decide if perhaps they had the right idea for a shared future, evidently a menage a trois of sorts.
Daisy was very hot and bothered as it was, so she came in a hurry when April began licking her butt while I drove deeper from behind. I also ran my fingers lovingly through April’s hair as she tongued her mother’s booty, which just increased the adorable way that my neighbor’s daughter looked at me between licks. There were actual tears of joy in April’s eyes as she orally pleasured Daisy, licking that bottom like it was nobody’s business and helping me hold her mother steady on several strokes. Daisy fucked back at me with a vengeance, too, putting her back and her hips into it with a vigor worthy of the voluptuous cougar that she was.
Daisy’s pussy tightened with every lick as her toes curled, every bit of contact with my cock making her meet her daughter’s tongue, while every such brush made cum yet again. Something about being intimate with April and me both at once really did it for her. Bottoming out inside her didn’t hurt, either, as I struck on just the right day of the month. Little did I know it yet, but there was a reason why Daisy was so sensitive down there: April was about to get a brother or sister, courtesy of yours truly. Bianca and she would soon have a sibling in common.
At last, however, Daisy spilled the beans, and right when she was tightest, too, to keep from escaping in time, “By the way, I’m fertile as can be. Ready to become a Daddy again?”
Something primal inside me took over and I thrust several times to go as deep inside Daisy as I could, before pumping out my spunk in surprisingly good quality, given that I already filled her daughter with my jizz. As I pulled out of the gorgeous Jewish soccer mom next door, April moved her mouth down to suck me clean from her mother’s juices, her eyes looking up at me with love and lust as she did so. She didn’t act disgusted at all, which didn’t surprise me, given that she had already taken her mother as a lesbian lover, anyway ... Clearly, the taste of womanly fluids appealed to her, too.
“I would say that he’s more than ready, Mom. He was always more loving, protective, and helpful to me than any of your exes were, including Dad, and you know it. Darrell never attended my soccer games or volleyball matches, but Uncle Caesar did, even if sometimes because he was there mostly for Bianca. If you couldn’t attend, and I know that you often did, but when you couldn’t go, Uncle Caesar just let me ride along with Bianca and him. He cheered Bianca, but he also cheered me. If he took Bianca out to eat someplace to celebrate, he took me along, too, you know.
“I don’t know if he quite realized how that made me feel, but at times when your boyfriends, husbands, and Darrell all made me feel like nuisances, Uncle Caesar made me feel like family. I never felt like just a visitor, merely a guest. Liz sometimes acted as if she wanted to shoo me away, but Uncle Caesar always included me. Dad acted like he wondered at times if I was really his, and he often got grouchy with me, had to be talked into being a good father. Go to my marching band practice, my middle school basketball tryouts? Nope! Not gonna happen.
“But Uncle Caesar took Bianca, whose paternity he always doubted, and when he took her, he let me ride along. We were both allowed to ride shotgun, too. He treated me as if I were his niece or something, as we’ve noted in the past. Bianca always followed his example and treated me as a sister or cousin, too. She learned from him what it meant to accept people into your life and your heart. I only know about the paternity issue because she overheard Liz threatening to have her tested and Uncle Caesar countering by saying that she wouldn’t know what to do with Bianca and how to reconcile her with her own easy life of luxury.
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Faith was a quiet girl. And in Surrey, at the time of our story’s beginning, that is 1828, it was expected of a girl to be quiet. She had recently attained her sixteenth birthday and preparations were underway for a lavish party. There was to be a grand ball, where Faith would be presented to society. It was hoped that Benjamin Gould would be in attendance. He was considered suitable for Faith and Faith’s father had been working hard to assure that Lord and Lady Gould considered Faith suitable...
Faith was a quiet girl. And in Surrey, at the time of our story’s beginning, that is 1828, it was expected of a girl to be quiet. She had recently attained her sixteenth birthday and preparations were underway for a lavish party. There was to be a grand ball, where Faith would be presented to society. It was hoped that Benjamin Gould would be in attendance. He was considered suitable for Faith and Faith’s father had been working hard to assure that Lord and Lady Gould considered Faith suitable...
MasturbationAndrea 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...
Author’s Note: I’d like to thank KevH for his outstanding editing skills. His tireless efforts were much appreciated. Also, thanks to Tom Collins for her help and suggestions. * It was cold, bitterly cold as the snow fell sporadically, lightly dusting the street in a white blanket. At least the holidays won’t suck for everyone, Tyler thought cynically. His eyes wandered away from the road to the strip malls he was passing. Christmas used to be his favorite time of the year. He would...
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...
IncestA big tear welled up in her eyes as she stood before him. She was by anyones definition beautiful. large breasts that stood on there own. Legs long and firm despite impending middle age. She was still in her 30's but on the back side. But it was her face that made everyone who saw her stop and look again. Hers was a killer smile that made the room freeze when she flashed it. The only piece to the puzzle missing was her personality. She'd been a shrew as long as anyone could remember. She had...
Group SexSant 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...
Introduction: Charity dates her dream beau which is killing her Hello again faithful readers. When I last left you in my memoirs, I had just started dating my new boyfriend Chet. I was on the cheerleading team and having a great start to my school year. My best friends Faith OReilly and Hope Jenkins and I shared the same ridiculous sex drive, and my Momma Dee was a wonderful enabler of any of our perverted adventures. We were sucking and fucking our way through teen life, there was the donkey...
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...
When I last left you in my memoirs, I had just started dating my new boyfriend Chet. I was on the cheerleading team and having a great start to my school year. My best friends Faith O’Reilly and Hope Jenkins and I shared the same ridiculous sex drive, and my Momma Dee was a wonderful enabler of any of our perverted adventures. We were sucking and fucking our way through teen life; there was the donkey dick nerd Beeder, there was Momma’s boss Marcus and his two assistants Denny and Bill...
"Hey everyone, look who's here. It's Faith and Scooter." She heard someone announce as they walked in the door. She thought she detected a trace of disdain or mocking in the tone when the voice said her husbands name. She wasn't sure how she was going to handle this evening. The last time they went to a party she got drunk and pulled a train in the back yard of her friends house. Her husband never knew because as each guy took his turn on her others kept the dumb ass busy inside. He was stupid...
Group SexThis is a story about seduction and transformation that’s written about a real-life sissy named Brandon Hippel, Brandon’s a cute little limp-wristed sissy-faggot from Abington Pennsylvania that loves to be humiliated and exposed online. She loves feminization, crossdressing, being exposed online, humiliation, anal play, degradation, being captioned, taking pictures, and talking to new people, so feel free to contact her through these various social media; Her kik is; HumiliationSlut2Her email...
Armand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed...
by BrettJ © 2013 I just want to take the time to thank all of you who have enjoyed this story and been so patient while waiting for this final chapter. I grew to really enjoy these characters and wanted to finish the story in a way that did them justice. I hope you readers feel that I have succeeded. ~~ BrettJ Victoria Williams was normally a very sound sleeper. Her girls had often told their mommy that she could probably sleep through a hurricane. So the fact that she was restless and on the...
by Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...
The ringing of the phone awoke Borisovich Mikhailov, but he couldn’t really be awake. When he was awake, he could move his body, but since he couldn’t move a muscle, he convinced himself that he must be dreaming. When the ringing stopped, the noise was replaced with moans from the other side of his bed. The sound was not familiar to him; not because he hadn’t occasionally elicited a moan from his wife, but this moan was too deep sounding, and was definitely not a moan of pleasure, regardless...
Dear sexstory friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on The incident happened when I was 18 years old and studying PUC in Bangalore, when a new Malayali neighbours occupied the vacant house next to our home. They...
"Hey, wait a minute..." Her voice had that the tone that said she just figured out what was going on. Her name was Faith and she had been the center of attention at a few party's when she got drunk and was quietly gang banged by most of the male attendees. It had been done in such a way that her husband as stupid as he was never figured it out and only a few wives were aware but they were in on the fun too. This evening was different though. She was told there would be a staff get together at...
Group SexWell, now it's time for school. Candace and I go to a small high school, not private, but because we are so rich, it is not exactly public either. The students have been screened by my fathers' security teams; they are all exceptionally bright, well mannered, not prone to causing trouble, and to add ice cream to the pie, all are very good looking. There are 40 students, 20 boys and 20 girls. When the school was larger it had state champion quality teams in boys basketball, girls volleyball...
On a cold wet day, rain pouring, Sandra came running into the house. Just before entering she took down her damp umbrella. Sandra was 22 but visiting her parents for the week. She was about 5'6 and had small 32A breasts but boy did she know how to use them.It was Monday and the weekend had been wet. Sandra had just came home from the shops to see her parents sitting, watching t.v. "Hey Sandra." "Hey dad, mom." "Hi darling." said her mom. Sandra clothes were wet. She was only wearing a white top...
IncestThis is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt. If you think you know somebody...
Rockie pulled the car into the driveway and pushed the remote to open the correct garage door. She pulled into the garage and closed the door again before turning the engine off, disconnecting the communications with Bobby. The girls were unbuckled and out of the car before Rockie could get her seatbelt and the one securing her purse unhooked. The three walked into the mudroom together, but the girls then ran up the stairs to Katie’s room with their purchases ahead of her. Rockie went...
Faith A Short Story By Maryanne Peters My faith is the most important thing to me. It is now, as it was then. I gave my life to the Lord and it was my duty to spread his word and let his word inspire those who followed me. As pastor of a minor but dedicated flock, I had responsibility for a small group of men and women who looked up to me as an exemplar of a good, Christian life. The words of the Old Testament are clear: "You shall not lie with a male as with a woman; it is...
The entry gate sentry for the Seal Beach Naval Weapons Station was naturally a Marine. Katie exited the taxi after paying the fare and watched it drive away before approaching the sentry station. She already saw her next ride on the other side of the gate. “Good afternoon Corporal. My name is Katie Brandt, and I believe you have a pass for me.” The Marine Corporal didn’t salute her, but his demeanor noticeably stiffened as he said, “Yes Ma’am. If you can show me some ID I will get your...
Before Tyler could shut down his computer, it displayed a notification requesting a video chat. He checked the request and saw that it was from the Attorney General himself, so he sat back in his chair and accepted the request. As soon as Alfaro’s face filled the screen, it spoke, “I reviewed the administrative subpoena duces tecum you prepared, and it will do fine. I want you to serve it personally on this Blackwater Holdings as soon as possible. Check flights and let me know when you can...