Lindsay Part 1
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I took my wine. I had hardly touched it. I’m curious about the conversation I’m about to miss. But I left them alone and went up to Tyler’s room. As I predicted, he’s lying on his bed devouring the owner’s manual for his new car. Well, he isn’t beating his meat, but he’s almost excited enough.
I went over and sat down on his bed. He smiled up at me and I said, “You love it, don’t you?”
I offered him a sip of my wine but he shook his head. He said, “I’m not going to be able to sleep until I get my license.”
I put my hand on his thigh and said, “I bet I could take your mind off of it.”
“Yeah, I bet you could, too.”
I told him mom and dad are coming up to look at the rest of the pictures.
He sighed and said, “Oh crap! I was going to go through them again and see if there are any that maybe they shouldn’t see. I mean, I know they’re cool with it, as weird as that sounds. I’m just afraid they’ll see something that will gross them out. I still worry about disappointing them.”
Dad was standing in the door smiling at that moment. We hadn’t even heard him come up. He said, “Don’t worry, Tyler. You couldn’t if you tried. I’m so proud of you, of both of you. Nothing could change that. Besides, you aren’t doing anything I didn’t do, or at least want to do at your age. I admit it’s strange having this kind of relationship with your parents. I couldn’t imagine being in your position with my parents. But of course, my parents would have killed you yesterday and buried you in the back yard.”
He turned to me then and said, “Okay, baby girl. Your mother has convinced me that you, and our relationship, will not be harmed. I pray that I am not being led down a brimstone path here. Have you had any second thoughts?”
I shook my head and said, “No, dad. I’m just as excited as I was when I first posed for Tyler.”
Tyler is listening carefully, trying to figure out what the hell we’re talking about. I smiled at him and said, “I’ll tell you all about it later. It involves you, too.”
Dad came over and I got to my feet. He took me in his arms, held me close and said in a quiet voice, “I hope I’m not making a big mistake, baby girl.”
Mom came in and heard the last few words. She chuckled and said, “Of course you are, Frank. You’re a man. It’s what men do. Right, Mya?”
I smiled up at dad and said, “No wonder you tie her up and abuse her. She really has it coming doesn’t she?”
Dad laughed and said, “Sometimes.”
Tyler put his owner’s manual down and we all took our same seats at the computer desk. Tyler turned the computer on. While we were waiting for it to boot up I stood up again and said, “Mom, let’s change seats this time.”
She laughed and said, “Do you think Tyler can stand it? What’s he going to do with his hands? I saw what he was doing with his hands last night. You don’t suppose he’d get fresh with his own mother do you?”
“Gee, I don’t know, mom. He probably has no idea what a slut you are.”
Tyler exclaimed, “Mya! Don’t say that!”
I slapped him on the back of the head and said, “Lighten up, Tyler! She knows I’m kidding, mostly.”
Dad interjected sternly, “If you kids don’t behave I’m going to send you to bed without your sex!”
Tyler opened the next set of photographs. We started out with the pictures from the following day. I was wearing the red bra and panties. I said, “This was where the first DVD started. You saw Tyler taking these pictures.”
Then I was quiet as he put it on slideshow and we watched in silence. My father’s hands were around my waist. But as we watched the pictures change and commented quietly every now and then, his hands slid down to rest on my upper thighs. I’m wearing a pair of loose, terrycloth shorts. They pulled up a little when I sat down and dad’s hand is resting on my thigh where the material ends, no more than an inch from my pussy. I can feel the heat from his hands and I can’t help wondering if he’s going to slip his fingers inside the loose leg openings and touch me.
The idea of being touched that way by my father would have bothered the hell out of me a week ago. Not now, though. Not after all of the exciting things I’ve done with Tyler. And not after what my mother told me about the things they’ve done with their small group of kinky friends. Now I’m hoping he’ll go exploring.
Every once in a while one of the pictures would be particularly beautiful or particularly sexy and they would comment on it. Sometimes they even got Tyler to pause it so they could examine it more closely.
The first pictures were of me at my dressing table brushing my hair and pretending to put makeup on. Then we moved to the bed and the pictures started getting racier. Towards the end they were downright raunchy. They made Tyler pause on one of the shots where I reached down and spread my pussy open for him and his camera.
Mom asked Tyler to zoom in on my wide open pussy and we all took a minute to examine my hymen! There were discussions about having that one blown up and printed and framed. Mom said that she wanted to hang it in the living room. I hope she’s kidding.
We sat back and the show continued. The next set consisted of the arty shots in low light taken in the kitchen. The making of these pictures and the more erotic ones that are to follow had not been filmed. The session that followed in the basement wasn’t on the DVD my parents watched last night. I know they’re going to be impressed when we get to those pictures.
As we watched the pictures on the monitor, dad’s hand slowly creeped under the leg band of my shorts. He stopped just short of touching my pussy. My breath caught for a second and I leaned back against him. I want it to be obvious he can touch me as much as he’d like.
One of his hands left my thigh and slid lightly up my stomach under my top and cupped my breast. I looked over to see if mom or Tyler saw what dad’s doing. Mom is looking back and forth between the monitor and me and dad. Tyler is staring at dad’s hands and I noticed he has his hands under mom’s top, but just below her breasts.
It struck me as such a strange tableau that I almost laughed out loud.
I turned my attention back to the monitor. We finished the series in the kitchen and moved into the garage. No one said anything until the shots of me playing dead deer on the fender of dad’s truck came on screen.
Mom and dad found them very amusing. They appreciated the whimsy. After we exchanged a few amusing comments I said, “Those shots were the inspiration for what came next.”
The garage shots ended and Tyler moved the pointer to the next file. He paused and I said, “These next pictures were the prelude to, or maybe the inspiration for those shredded pajamas and the hot sex they led to. They are very hot. Tyler and I learned a lot about ourselves during the next half hour or so, things we honestly had never suspected. I think you’re going to like these.”
Tyler double clicked on the file and then opened the first picture. I heard both of our parents gasp. There I was in all of my glory. I was all but hanging from the ceiling beams in the basement. It looks very much like I’m in a dungeon. I’m tied up and spread-eagled and fully exposed.
Mom whispered, “Oh my!”
Dad’s hand finally touched my pussy and I felt his hard cock under me throb in excited reaction to that first picture. Before Tyler started the slideshow on this set of pictures he increased the time that each shot remained on the screen. We watched the pictures cycle across the monitor, staring intensely at each one. The only sound in the room was the fan on the computer and our heavy breathing.
Just before the last shot went off the screen and the slide show ended, I said, “What you didn’t see was what happened when Tyler put his camera down and gave me an earth shattering orgasm by pinching my nipple. You also didn’t see the sex that followed this shot. We went upstairs and looked at the pictures and after I sucked his cock he ate my pussy. Just before I had an orgasm he grabbed my wrists and restrained me. I came so hard I passed out. It scared the hell out of him!”
I reached down and pressed my father’s fingers tighter against my pussy and turned my head and kissed him on the cheek. I whispered, “That feels so good.”
He bent his head down and lightly kissed my neck for a moment and then he responded, “Yes, it does. I can’t believe, with all you kids have done in the last few days you were able to remain a virgin. I have to admire your willpower.”
I glanced over and saw that Tyler now has one hand on mom’s breast and his other hand is cupping her pussy over her shorts. I stood up and said, “The next shots are the ones he took of me in the shredded pajamas. You saw them last night. While you look at them again there’s something I want to do.”
I got to my knees at dad’s feet and began opening his pants to free his hard cock. He helped me and I soon had his pants down and off. His cock is much larger than Tyler’s. I’m really impressed. I saw it earlier when we all went skinny dipping in the pool. It was soft then but I could still tell it’s larger than Tyler’s. It’s much fatter and now it’s at least an inch longer. It looks very masculine, very virile, very sexy.
I smiled up at dad and said quietly, “It’s beautiful!”
He can tell from my voice how excited I am. I’m aware of my mother and my brother watching me as I leaned down and kissed the tip of dad’s cock. I have already learned from having Ken in the room that I love to be watched. I’ve been wondering since our discussion downstairs a short time ago how I’d feel about doing these things with my dad, especially doing them with my mom watching.
That question has just been answered. I love it! I looked behind me to make sure Tyler isn’t jealous. I was reassured by the lust in his eyes. He has pulled mom’s top up over her breasts and he’s gripping them firmly now. Everyone is watching me instead of the computer. Tyler hadn’t even opened the next set of pictures.
That’s okay with me. I started licking dad’s cock and then I took it into my mouth. Mom watched me for a minute and then she slid out of Tyler’s lap and got on her knees beside me. She interrupted the loving blowjob I’m giving my father to pull my top off. Then she guided my mouth back down onto dad’s cock. She gave a few tips on how to be a better cocksucker while her hand moved over my back sensuously.
I started moaning as I sucked as much of dad’s cock as I could get into my mouth. Dad is staring down at me and he exclaimed, “Jesus, baby! It’s just like eighteen years ago when I’d look down and see your mother doing that.”
He looked at mom and asked, “Are you okay? Now that it’s happening, are you having any second thoughts?”
I didn’t hear her say anything. But it must have been what dad wanted to hear. I saw him smile and relax. Well, as much as a guy can relax while he’s having his cock sucked.
Mom began to work my shorts down over my ass and I felt her hand move over my flesh. She kissed my back as her hand moved over me. I heard her whisper to dad, “She even smells like a teenager!”
She took her hands away after a few more minutes and I saw her take her clothes off and toss them away. She pulled Tyler up out of his chair. Poor Tyler didn’t know where to look or what to do. She almost tore his clothes off and then she asked, “Tyler, how would you like to be a motherfucker?”
Tyler groaned and exclaimed, “Oh Christ!”
There was a pause and I heard some wet noises coming from behind me. A long moment later he gasped and exclaimed, “Jesus, mom! You are so fucking hot!”
They moved over slightly to get more room. I can see them then out of the corner of my eye. Mom stretched out on the floor and pulled Tyler down on top of her. I had to watch. I can’t tear my eyes away from them. I want to at least see the moment when he put his cock into her for the first time. It was pretty amazing. He certainly seemed to think so. I’m getting jealous. I want so much to experience what they’re feeling.
I took my mouth off of dad’s cock and said, “Dad, my period is going to start soon. I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant. Can we...?”
Dad reached down and held my face gently in his hands and said, “No, baby. Not yet. We have something special in mind for that. Be patient for a little while longer.”
I took his cock back in my mouth and sucked it with what little skill I’ve developed in the last week. Between what I’ve learned on my own and the few tips my mother gave me a few minutes ago it seemed to please him. I noticed he lasted a lot longer than Tyler or Ken. I knew that he would and that was more than fine with me.
It was almost as much fun for me as it was for him. I love doing this. I look forward to the reward at the end of my efforts. But I’m in no hurry for it to be over. I love having a cock in my mouth.
It got even better when Tyler and mom finished fucking. After they managed to tear themselves away from each other they crawled over and took up a position on either side of me. Their hands began to move over my sensitive skin and I started to worry that I was going to cum before dad.
At one point both Tyler and mom had one of my tits in one hand and they each were lightly teasing my pussy with a finger. I was just about to lose it when dad said, “Just a little faster now, baby girl. I’m going to cum.”
Man! Did he ever! I had to swallow twice before he finished. Then, as I held the last mouthful of his cum in my mouth and held the head of his cock between my lips I was driven over the edge by Tyler and my mother.
I couldn’t scream because my mouth was full. But I moaned loudly which elicited another groan of pleasure from my dad. After I came I collapsed between them with my mouth still full.
I discovered that dad’s cum tasted a lot like Tyler’s. It was bleachy, but kind of mild. Ken still had the best tasting cum. But I would rather suck off Tyler than anyone else. I didn’t even realize I felt that way until just then as the thought crossed my mind.
Dad leaned over, patted my cheek and said, “That was wonderful, sweetheart! You’ve learned a lot in a week. I’m glad to see you’re so much like your mother. You’re going to be much happier in your life than that legion of stone-cold women out there who would be so much happier if sex didn’t exist. Do you need help getting up?”
I smiled at him and said, “No, dad. Thanks. I just need a minute.”
I lay there, pleasantly exhausted and tried to imagine how any woman could not enjoy sex. It doesn’t seem possible.
Once we were all pretty much recovered we said good night, grabbed our clothes and went to our own rooms.
I didn’t think there was any reason for not sleeping in the nude any longer so I went right to bed with the taste of my dad’s cum in my mouth. I lay there in the dark thinking about the huge changes in our lives. All of this because Tyler got a camera for Christmas last year!
Before I got my brain to stop whirring around madly in my head, Tyler came in and sat on the edge of my bed in the dark. I reached out and held his hand. I can see his face in the light coming in from the hall. He still looks stunned.
He turned to me after a long moment and said, “Jesus, Mya! I’m a motherfucker!”
I couldn’t quite tell if he’s upset or just amazed.
I smiled, squeezed his hand and asked, “How do you feel about that, Tyler? You look like you just got hit by a truck and don’t know you’re dead yet.”
He laughed and said, “Yeah, that’s it. That’s how I feel. It isn’t that I feel guilty or anything. And damn! Did you see her? She is so fucking hot! I don’t know. I guess I’m just having trouble getting my head around the fact that I just had my first fuck and it was with my mother. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t regret it. It was fantastic! But what happens now? What do I say to her when I go down to breakfast in the morning?”
I sat up and put my arms around him. He noticed for the first time that I’m not wearing anything. He did a double take when the blankets fell slid down into my lap baring my breasts. He smiled and shook his head. He stared at my tits for a moment and then he said, “This is turning into a weird house to live in!”
I smiled, kissed his cheek and said, “You didn’t have any trouble after the first day you saw me naked and I sucked your cock and you ate my pussy. We got along great the next day. When you go downstairs tomorrow and you see mom, you just kiss her and say good morning.”
He looked thoughtful for a moment. Then he said, “Yeah, but with us it wasn’t quite the same.”
He shivered then and then he said, “The funny thing is, I was fighting it, but I was pretty sure that my first time was going to be with you. I don’t think I would have felt this way with you.”
“What way, Tyler?” I asked.
He was quiet for a minute and then he said, “It’s hard to explain. I don’t regret it. It was great. But that’s going to be there the next time I have to ask mom for permission to do something. In the back of my mind will be the fact that we had sex. And we’re going to do it again! Doesn’t it seem weird to you?”
I hugged him tighter and said, “No, Tyler. I feel closer to our parents than I ever did. We don’t have to hide anything from them now. I can talk to them about absolutely anything. Within limits I feel almost like an equal to them now. I have always loved them. But I have never felt this close to them before. I doubt if there’s another kid in our school who’s as close to their parents as we are right this moment. As long as we’re responsible and don’t blow it, we have the perfect set up here. Just think, when you start dating you could probably bring your girlfriend home and go skinny dipping in the pool or even take her to your room and show her your etchings. Well, I don’t even know what etchings are. You could show her your photographs. I guarantee that would knock her pantyhose off!”
He put his arm around me, kissed me and said, “Thanks for putting things in perspective. I guess I’ll be better able to sort this out after I see how things go in the morning. I’ve never had to relate to someone I just had sex with before.”
“Excuse me?!”
He laughed and said, “You know what I mean!”
“Yes, I know what you mean. Just relax. It’ll be fine. You’re worried about nothing. Now go to bed.”
I dropped back down on my bed and he looked down at my breasts. He reached his hand out, cupped one of them and then teased my nipple for a second. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations. After a moment he slowly moved his hand down to cup my pussy. I spread my legs to make room for his fingers and he said, “You kind of got short changed tonight. Mom and I got fucked, dad got a blowjob. All you got was diddled.”
“What are you saying, Tyler?”
He leaned down and kissed me and then he said, “I haven’t tasted your sweet pussy today. A pussy as sweet as yours needs to be eaten at least once a day. Don’t you think?”
His fingers were working between my legs, teasing me gently. It felt wonderful and I couldn’t think of any reason to say no. Not that I tried very hard.
Tyler pulled the covers down and off of me and kissed his way down my body. I spread my legs a little wider and he moved between them. He kissed and licked my still very sensitive pussy until I grabbed his head and held him tight while I ground my mound against his face as I had one last orgasm for the day.
When it was over I pulled him up over me and kissed him. I licked his face clean and thanked him for being so considerate. We held each other for a few minutes, just enjoying being close.
Before he left I said, “They have something planned for my virginity. Something kinky I think. Once that damned thing is gone I am going to fuck the shit out of you, Tyler.”
He chuckled and said, “Oh no! Anything but that!”
After he left I had no trouble going right to sleep.
We met in the bathroom in the morning and took a shower together. As I was washing his back I said, “I apologize for last night Tyler. I was feeling so good when you left my room that it never even occurred to me that you were probably a walking tripod again.”
He laughed and said, “I was fine, Mya. I felt a lot better after our talk. I’m not even afraid to go downstairs this morning.”
I reached around him and felt his hard cock. I said, “I guess I could fix it so you don’t have to spend the day with this.”
He said, “Mya, I’m a boy. I’m going to be sixteen in a couple of weeks. That damned thing is hard more than it’s soft! But don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to discourage you.”
I dropped to my knees and pressed my face against his hard little butt. I kissed the cheeks of his ass and reached between his thighs to tease his balls. He shivered and turned around. His hard, wet, shiny cock was bouncing right in front of my face. I kissed it lovingly and then slowly slid my lips down over it, all the way to the base.
He groaned in pleasure and said, “God, sis! I love the way you do that!”
I pulled back and said, “I love doing it.”
Then I took him back into my mouth and finished him off quickly.
After our shower we dressed for school and went downstairs. Our parents were at the table and I kissed them both, just like I would on any other normal day. I poured a glass of juice for me and Tyler. While I was doing that he got out the cereal and we sat down to eat.
Mom got up as we were eating and walked around the table. She put her arms around Tyler and said, “Are you uncomfortable, baby?”
He grinned sheepishly and said, “I felt kind of funny about it last night. But I had a talk with Mya and I’m mostly over it now. I don’t have any regrets. I’m glad we did it. You really are a hottie, mom. The strange thing isn’t sitting here having breakfast with you guys now. It won’t get weird until the first time I screw up and the beautiful woman I am occasionally having sex with has to punish me.”
Dad laughed and said, “Get used to it son. It’s a man’s lot in life.”
Mom chuckled and said, “Yes, dear. You are so henpecked. You poor baby.”
It was amusing because we all know mom and dad are equal partners in their relationship.
We finished breakfast and as our parents were getting ready to leave for work mom gave me our doctor’s phone number and reminded me to call about my pills. They left together and a few minutes later we were in my car headed for school.
After we parked we almost kissed goodbye like lovers or something. We looked at each other and we could tell that we were both thinking the same thing.
We smiled and Tyler said, “I guess we’re going to have to watch out for that.” He squeezed my thigh and got out of the car and I waved as he walked away.
I waited until I was between my first and second classes to call the doctor’s office. I told the nurse what I needed. It was kind of embarrassing to tell someone I hardly know that I want birth control pills. It was even more embarrassing when I had to tell her that my period was due to start today or tomorrow and if he’s going to want to examine me then sooner would be better than later.
She said that I should just come in after school and see the Physician’s Assistant and she can write my prescription unless there’s a problem.
We stopped at the doctor’s office after school and I was in and out in twenty minutes. When I got back out to the car Tyler said, “My homework is done. Want to go home and play Betty Paige?”
I smiled and said, “I still have to stop at the pharmacy. And I have bad news for you. I’m having cramps. I can tell from the way I’m feeling that my period is going to start tonight. And who the hell is Betty Paige?”
He looked thoughtful for a minute and then he asked, “What’s it like?”
It’s funny. I’ve never talked to a guy about my period before. How do you explain to a guy what it’s like? I realized I’m not as embarrassed as I thought I should be. I guess that’s because of all of the things we’ve done together and how close we’ve become lately.
I had to think about how to explain it to a boy. I never thought I’d have to do that. After a few minutes I said that it’s different for different girls. Some girls have terrible cramps and bleed like crazy. Some girls are like me. My period is as regular as an atomic clock. I can almost set my watch by it. I always have plenty of warning when it’s going to start. I feel the mild cramps when it’s beginning and I’m always ready for it. No embarrassing surprises. No really bad cramps. No extremely heavy flow. I’m one of the lucky ones. I would have preferred that I not have to go through this every month. But if I have to live with it then I suppose I can’t complain. I got off pretty lucky compared to some of my friends.
I stopped at the drug store and picked up my pills and a fresh box of tampons. Then we went home. I didn’t feel very sexy, even though my period hasn’t started yet, so we didn’t take any pictures.
I did my homework and when I was done we sat out by the pool in the nude and relaxed until it was time to start supper. I had put a tampon in. I was a little embarrassed about it in front of him but he didn’t seem to care once his questions were answered and eventually I relaxed and forgot about it.
When it was time, I went in and started supper. He came in and offered to help. I smiled, kissed him and said, “I have seen you at work in the kitchen, bro. It will be less work for me if you sit down and talk to me while I make supper.”
He meant well but he’s not ever going to be one of the world’s great chefs.
I had supper ready by the time my parents got home and we ate a quiet meal. It seemed nice after all the excitement around the house over the past weekend. I tried to get my parents to give me some idea of what they have planned for my virginity but they just smiled and ignored me.
After dinner our parents cleaned up the kitchen while Tyler and I sat at the kitchen island and kept them company. Then we all went in and watched television like a normal family. Well, almost like a normal family. I sat with my dad. He had his arm over my shoulder and his hand teased my breasts lightly most of the evening. Mom sat in Tyler’s lap and they always seemed to find interesting things to do during the commercials.
The rest of the week was pretty normal. On Wednesday Ken came over and I posed in my underwear for them. When the picture taking was over I gave them both a nice blowjob. But I was self-conscious because of my period and I didn’t let them reciprocate.
When our photography session was over I stayed in my room while Tyler let Ken out. After Ken left, Tyler came back to my room. He came over to where I was standing in front of my dresser and put his arms around me. He kissed the back of my neck and said, “You can’t tell me you aren’t horny after a couple hours of posing and two blowjobs.”
I tried to explain that I’m self-conscious about the whole period thing. I explained that sometimes I just don’t feel clean and I’m afraid there might be an odor. Then there’s the fact that a lot of guys are freaked out by the whole concept of girls having periods. He just kept kissing my neck, not really listening to me. His hands reached up to cup my breasts and gently massage them. He let me go on for a few minutes telling him why I didn’t want to do anything.
Finally he just said, “Bullshit!”
I stopped trying to explain why I don’t want to do anything right now and looked at his face in my mirror.
Our eyes met. He stopped kissing me and smiled. I saw the love in his eyes. And I saw how amused he is by my attempts to put him off.
He said, “I can tell you’re turned on. I know you’re clean. I don’t care if you have a god damned tampon in your pussy. Hell, I’m not going to fuck you anyway, at least not yet. Mya, I’m not grossed out by your period. Girls have them, so what. It’s no big deal.”
He chuckled then and added, “It’s no big deal until you miss one.”
I laughed then, too. He was right. I am turned on. I can’t pose in my bra and panties and not get turned on. Sucking their cocks just made it worse. He started kissing my neck again and his hands left my bra covered breasts and moved between the cups to unfasten the bra and slip it off of my shoulders.
As his hands came back around to tease my naked breasts I tried one last time. “Tyler, I ... sometimes...”
He took his lips from my shoulder and said, “Shut up, Mya.”
He guided me over to my bed, turned me around and pushed me down gently. I gave up. I let him pull my panties down and closed my eyes. If he’s going to be grossed out I don’t want to see it.
I felt his lips on my thighs and then kissing me all around my mound. The weird thing about my period is, even though I’m self-conscious and don’t want his face down there I’m always more aroused, more sensitive during most of that week.
When he extended his tongue and gently touched my clit I gasped and my whole body tensed up. I finally had the nerve to look down at him. His eyes are smiling at me as he teased my clit with his lips and tongue.
He stopped what he was doing for a second. He lifted his head and said, “Take that, you silly bitch!”
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Lindsay was XX when it first started. One morning she awoke to find odd little crumbs in her bed. At first she thought they were crackers, but as she was getting dressed for school she noticed a small little tan ‘O’ laying on the floor next to her nightstand. It was a cheerio. She picked it up and looked at it for a moment, its wholesome oaty contours seeming perfectly harmless. She threw it away, assuming that her bratty older s****r was responsible. Little did she know that it was an omen of...
Lindsay was XX when it first started. One morning she awoke to find odd little crumbs in her bed. At first she thought they were crackers, but as she was getting dressed for school she noticed a small little tan 'O' laying on the floor next to her nightstand. It was a cheerio. She picked it up and looked at it for a moment, its wholesome oaty contours seeming perfectly harmless. She threw it away, assuming that her bratty older sister was responsible. Little did she know that it was an omen of...
Mr. Franklin smacks Lindsay's ass bring her back into reality, she couldn't help but think about last night when she got home and used her dildo and how her fansty is all coming true right now, Mr. Franklin sits at his desk and demands Lindsay to suck is cock so he can cum and leave no evidence behind. She does as asked and gets on her knees below his desk and grabs his cock and starts bobbing on his dick taking it all and not being scared to rub his balls. Looking up at her boss seeing the...
This is a true story about what happened on my birthday a few years ago. I had been seeing my girlfriend, Lindsay, for about 6 weeks. She worked at a local supermarket, on the checkouts, and she phoned me that morning to ask me to pick her up after work at 4:00pm. Although she was only 19, Lindsay was very experienced sexually, in fact I had never met a girl who liked to get fucked as much as her. She told me that she had lost her virginity aged 13 to one of her friend's brothers, and ever...
Lindsay pulled into her work's parking lot 15 minutes early like she did everyday. She started coffee in the break room because her office was right next to it, and she loved the smell of freshly made coffee. She clocked in and began working diligently at her computer. Lindsay was a hard worker. She was normally a day or two ahead of schedule, and today was no exception. It was Wednesday, and in just a few short hours she would be done with her presentation she had to do on Friday. She got to...
BDSMSaya’s most wild fantasy came true when her ex boy friend called to ask for a favor. They decided to meet at a bar for a drink and discussed a lot. The discussion came to their sexual fantasies and talked like they didn’t have while they were together. Saya told him that always fantasized about having sex with two men but always afraid to make her fantasy come true. Steve told her that he could arrange something with one of his friends at his country house next weekend. Saya couldn’t believe...
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If Greg was truthful, he’d never consider himself much of a man of the world. Even getting out of the North-East was an exotic adventure, so when the opportunity came, he gladly accepted the invitation to visit his online friends down in Texas. With his wife going to St Louis, the timing for such a trip was perfect.Wandering into the living room, Greg finds Sayaka busy on her laptop. She is lying on the carpet, facing the television, typing away. Her hair is up, all business. Yet, something...
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Missay by Throne "Where are you, darling?" Hanna called from the kitchen. "I need to talk to you." Her husband Marshall looked up from the tile bathroom floor, which he had been assiduously scrubbing. He didn't like that she made him do this job with a small brush better suited for detail work, or that he had to keep his soapy water in a bright yellow plastic bucket like a child might use in a sandbox. What he liked even less was that he had to do his Saturday morning housework...
She'd known that he had a dark side to him; probably that's what had attractedher to him all those years ago. Now it was the evening of their tenth anniversaryand she sat, alone by her dressing table, where she'd sat all day, staringat the items on it. They were his anniversary presents to her, neither of which she really wanted,but he'd made it clear that he expected her to choose between them before shecame down and greeted their guests. It had all came to a head that morning. It had started...
I'm not going to bore you with the details, because quite honestly if you haven't heard of Tavansay, and me Piers Longstay, then where on earth have you been for the last year or two? Certainly not in the United Kingdom. However, everything you will have heard has been told to you by the media, and the papers only go for the sensational, the prurient so that they can pretend to be oh so high and mighty, and the broadcast media aren't much better, sound bites and snapshots, nothing that can...
Dee Johns found her home at the end of a washboard gravel road four miles northwest of Winthrop. "A place to settle down," she said. They were at Wolf Creek where it emerges from a deep canyon that cuts between the north end of Thompson Ridge and the south end of Virginian Ridge, the western wall of the upper valley. It was a sweltering 100-mile drive northeast along the Columbia River, then north along the Methow River, following sharper and narrower bends, climbing and winding, crossing...
Cottonwood trees flanking the rock-rimmed irrigation ditch behind the house moaned in the rising late-night wind. Graydon heard the swaying branches outside and close thunder booming from the north as an early summer storm moved down the valley. They had spent several days cleaning out clutter and moving in. Alex Senior made a trip in the Blue Goose to buy used furniture: a kitchen table and chairs, an iron frame double bed with springs and mattress, two war surplus barrack cots with pads, an...
His Arkansas drawl was thick like rich molasses, slow and easy. Ezekial Patterson seemed ageless; tall, slightly hunch-shouldered, and he shuffled along with a slight limp. "Patch," as folks called him, was as much a part of the 300-acre river-bottoms as the fields, the willows, and the cottonwood trees. His best pal Purdy dressed all in black with a floppy black hat. Patch wore blue denim that went unwashed once he put it on new from the General Store. The jacket and trousers were crusted...
The yellow school bus pulled up to their narrow drive on the gravel road, loaded Graydon and Alex Jr, drove a hundred yards to the "Y" intersection of the Wolf Creek spur and turned around. Their house was the last stop. It was four miles to school. Graydon sat at the window with Alex Jr. beside him. He watched the sagebrush flats roll by, the rock piles and stunted apple trees and lilacs marking where earlier homestead efforts had withered from lack of water. Wolf Creek was a seasonal...
Alex Sr. worked away during the week on a Columbia River dam site. He came home most weekends, making the three-hour drive Friday evening. Often he was quite late, saying he'd gotten "hung up" with friends or late work. Usually his breath smelled of whiskey. He had always been a drinker and enjoyed hanging out in the evenings with his tavern buddies. But now there was a new element: jealousy. There had been jealous rages before. Once in Wyoming at a rented tar-paper shack on the South...
Winters in the Methow Valley were cold, sometimes bitterly so. Temperatures ranged well below zero. The snow would pile up two and three feet deep. It fell to Graydon to keep the driveway into the Wolf Creek homestead shoveled out when the snow got deeper than the sedan his step-father drove, or the panel truck, their faithful Blue Goose, could break through without chains. Graydon would wax the flat-bladed shovel and begin cutting blocks from the deep snow, lifting each, and heaving it to...
Graydon could feel himself evenly balanced on his skis. He could feel his arms bearing down on his ski poles, planted firmly to each side. Otherwise he felt suspended in space, hanging in milk. His feet ended at his boot tops and no trace of snow or shadow or outline or slope or mountainside existed in his vision. There was no horizon and no sky. It was a perfect "whiteout," that rare condition of light in which snow and sky are perfectly blended together and there is no trace of shadow or...
"No sir, I don't think the Pasayten Pete stories have got much to do with my dreams," Graydon guessed. "I mean, there hasn't been much to the stories that Purdy and Patch have told me, except there seems to be a lot of confusion. Nobody seems to agree on anything, just that there's some stories about somebody or something that they call Pasayten Pete. Seems the only thing in common is it's s'posed to be somethin' bad, scary bad." Jim Brightman and Graydon sat comfortably in the...
The winter passed quickly for Graydon. School classes, homework, homestead chores, Christmas, the February chinook winds that brought a sudden thaw to the deep snows and turned the fields into lakes and the roadside ditches into torrents, followed by a hard freeze and a snowfall that locked the valley into another six weeks of winter; everything mixed his days into a hurried winter passage. Weekends allowed time for cross-country ski treks, either across Wolf Creek and up to the old lodge,...
Spring merged into early summer; it was June and Graydon found himself working, putting up hay bales for a rancher from whom his step-father had borrowed money. Graydon was working off the debt. He was able to handle the bales, averaging 60 to 75 lbs each, walking beside a tractor-drawn wagon and grabbing each bale by its wire bindings and swinging it up to another teenager with hay hooks, who would swing the bale into place on the growing load. Even for June it was damned hot and sweaty...
The trail into upper Wolf Creek canyon was open; the last snows had melted out of the north-slope shaded areas and the spring floods had subsided. Graydon was restless. He gathered together his packsack gear, some staple foodstuffs, his fishing pole, and told his mother that he'd be hiking up the canyon, perhaps as far as Gardner Meadows, at the base of the mountain. He planned to be gone three days for some early season trout fishing on the way up, and two nights of sleeping out. Actually,...
There was little that Graydon could do for Mike beyond what he'd already done. He refilled his water bottle and left that within easy reach, with some dried fruit, nuts, and chocolate snacks. He put a rolled jacket under Mike's head, and carefully lifted his right side to lay a folded wool blanket under him, and another blanket over him to ease the cold and reduce the shock from his injuries. He'd built a tiny fire, just enough to make a pot of camp coffee and to boil panels of t-shirt...
The simple fact that Dr. Hardy and nurse June were able to knit Mike's arm, mend his shattered leg, and hold infection at bay was a true testament to their skilled and dedicated care. It was also unlikely that the leg would have healed at all, in any form that would let Mike walk on it again, if it hadn't been for the inner focus he'd used during that agonizing night in the rock slide. Anyone else would have died from massive infection, or barring that, would have required reconstructive...
Fall arrived in a series of storms, each more intense than the last, until just after Halloween a cold air mass from the north mixed with a wet air mass from the west. The valley lay blanketed under its first heavy snowfall. Time had passed rapidly for Graydon and Mike; Graydon was unusually busy for a teenager: school had started, homestead chores and homework took much of his time, and he spent nearly every weekend at the Brightman ranch. Mike had strengthened his leg and walked with only...
"She's come to stay with us, at least for a while," Ken explained as he worked, fluffing a pelt that he was getting ready for a mount. "She" was a shy, almost fearful girl about a year younger than Graydon who was now living with Ken Granger and his wife at their home with the rolling lawns and huge tree-lined pond. "She's so frightened. I tried to introduce myself and she ran into the house, crying." "She's not much better with Helen and me. It's hard for her right now. She's...
"I saw it. A darkness. It dims her spirit, clouds it, weighs it down and she is lost in grief and sadness. I've never seen anything like it before." Graydon sat in the warmth of the small fire outside Mike's cabin; they shared the flickering firelight. Fleeting shadows outlined worried frowns on their faces. "I've seen it before. Not often, but often enough. It weighs so heavily on a person's soul they can become lost, lost to themselves and everyone around them. This is a terrible...
Graydon was exhausted. His eyes had sunk into their sockets, dark circles lay sagging above his gaunt cheekbones, and his face bore signs of strain and a weariness beyond his years. For a week he had spent his nights alone in the hayloft, isolated and immersed in his connections, seeing the harm that had befallen the Jacobs family. His days were filled with work, sweating to clear ditches, cut brush, weed the garden and repair fences around the old homestead. He drove himself hard, stopping...
Father Bernard looked up from his sheath of papers to see an elderly man standing before his desk, a man in casual clothing such as a rancher might wear. Such attire was not uncommon for this midwestern region, but it was exceptionally unusual to find one dressed so casually in his private office, especially one who was both uninvited and unannounced. "How ... Who are ... Sir! Who are you, and how did you get into my office? No one is permitted in here without prior appointment! Miss...
The suicide of the priest was front page news on all of the city and regional newspapers. It was even featured on both national wire services. Frank and Madeline Jacobs, who had known Father Bernard and attended his church for most of their adult lives, were stunned. Frank struggled with conflicting emotions. He wanted Father Bernard punished. He wanted him jailed and defrocked for his crimes against Marilee. But suicide? God forbid that Frank should feel any satisfaction at such an end....
"My name is Michael Peterson. My friends call me Mike. I've lived in the valley for many years, but it's a remote area and other than a few close friends I pretty much stay to myself." Mike sipped his second cup of coffee, leaning back and thinking to himself that Madeline Jacobs baked a fine pie. He'd savored that slice. Good home cooking never escaped his appreciation. Like most elderly bachelors, Mike cooked to survive but he didn't often take time to turn out a gourmet meal....
"You are absolutely certain, then? The coroner's report shows no drugs, no hallucinogens, no substances of any kind?" "No, sir. Father Bernard's body showed no evidence of any substance that might have caused hallucinations or insanity. There are no drug traces or other physiological evidence pointing to a trigger for his breakdown." "Yet he virtually tore himself to pieces. His face was a mask of utter terror. This is not the act of a rational man, obviously. The simple conclusion...
The leather was beautiful. Ken Granger sat at his workbench, running the soft strips through his hands, admiring its suppleness, its golden amber color, the fine texture of the grain. Goatskin! Who would have imagined such a common animal could produce such beautiful leather! Actually, the more he considered it, the less he was amazed. Goats and deer and antelope are closely related, and each produce a fine grade of leather, soft and supple, when properly tanned. He had been reluctant to...
"James, I was chatting with Eleanor Whittaker at our card club yesterday, and she mentioned something to me that you might want to pass on to Ken Granger. She and her husband own the insurance agency in Twisp. They've been tied down to it for over 25 years, ever since Randall took it over from his father." Vi Brightman was bustling around the kitchen, getting the rest of their morning breakfast on the table. Jim was enjoying his first morning coffee and eyeing a growing stack of potato...
"This is entirely too much! This generosity exceeds our demands; I've provided for every needy family in the valley! Where can I possibly use all this money?" Jim Brightman smiled to himself; such a complaint could come only from Fr. Ambrose, the elderly priest who had devoted so many years of his life to his small parish. "You know as well as I, this money comes from our friend in the mountains. He was led to it, that it might serve those whom the spirits would aid. That means you, and...
Marilee came through the front door with Graydon right behind her. They stopped in the kitchen doorway. Her parents sat at the table with Fr. Ambrose, his back to the two young people. When he saw Frank's eyes lift toward the doorway, Fr. Ambrose rose from his chair and strode forward, extending his hand. "Good evening, Marilee. It is good to see you again. Who is this young man with you?" Marilee blushed shyly. She turned to bring Graydon alongside. "This is Graydon Williams, our...
M. Vitelli froze in mid-step and stared, unbelieving, at the two figures holding hands, standing side by side on the altar of the small chapel. There were only the three of them there in the gloom. Vitelli spun around when the front door he had arrogantly left standing ajar slammed shut. The room reverberated with the sound. The interior gloom intensified. He could barely make out the walls of the small chapel, scarcely three strides to either side. The darkness seemed to close in around him,...
Jim Brightman, Mike Peterson and Father Ambrose sat around Vi's kitchen table, delighted to be reunited after so many years apart. They sat sipping coffee after one of Vi's delicious meals. She decided to leave the three old friends alone and slipped off to the other room. It was a time for catching up, for reliving old memories as older men often do. Time slipped away as they talked. Vi came in, put another pot of coffee on the stove and served up dishes of fresh apple pie with homemade...
"As I see it, we have a number of problems to deal with. Some are moral and spiritual, and some are practical." Mike and Father Ambrose rested in their hotel room after a light meal. Both were troubled. They were confronting a massive problem, head on, and neither was sure how to proceed. Following the first rule of consultation, "two heads are better than one," they were engaging in some sincere discussion of their goals and how best to achieve them. "Our biggest problem is the good...
The news conference was held on the huge front steps of the great cathedral on a clear, sunny day. It had gone quite well, pretty much as laid out in the press release materials that had been handed out beforehand. The Bishop expansively explained that the "unfortunate story" of the closure of the retirement home operated by the Order of the Ardent Sisters of His Holy Service was a simple "rush to judgment" by an "over-zealous budget process." His Grace explained that of all present, he...
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