The BBQ
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"How do I use the ring?"
Ornias had been very forthcoming on the subject of the ring's history. Virtually anything I could imagine could be accomplished with a thought, due to the ring's connection to the demons that Solomon had enslaved with it. By siphoning off a bit of their powers, each demon could go about its business while still living up the agreement that had been forged with Alexander the Great on his deathbed. But now, I needed to know the secret, the way to unlock the powers of the ring for my own use.
Ornias hesitated briefly; I knew it hated to give me the secret of the power, considering me to be unworthy of such a gift. Still, it had sworn to tell me, and I could easily enough slip the piece of paper bearing its symbol back in the freezer... a fate that the ornery demon desired to avoid at all costs.
"I have said that I have some control over those who wear the ring, so that I may keep the unworthy from learning of the way to use the power. However, that is the last resort. First, the ring has to choose you as a worthy vessel. As soon as I materialized in this prison of light, I knew that the ring had selected you as one worthy to wield it. It had molded itself to your finger, and allowed you to summon me, even though you did not know what you were doing. By doing this, the ring itself has reached a decision of sorts about you... that you are neither mad nor overtly evil, nor desirous of the ruin of mankind in pursuit of history or glory for yourself. You may yet pursue glory or fame or history... but not to the extremes of genocide or human extinction.
"However, when the ring selects you, it marks you. This is why Solomon, even when he gave the ring to me to enslave Beelzeboul, had no fear that another would use the ring. The ring can be lost, buried, even stolen, but it does not matter. From the moment it chose you until the moment you die, the ring is yours, and no other can use it.
"Look down at the back of your left leg."
Since I was wearing jeans, this request involved a minute of muttering as I unfastened my pants and pulled them down, exposing my legs. I turned my left leg outward and, looking down, saw nothing remarkable.
"Now... point the ring toward the back of your leg."
I have to admit, I hesitated doing this. In the tales of summoning demons I had read before, to allow yourself to be trapped or pulled inside the summoning circle with a demon was akin to signing your death warrant. I had no idea how touching my leg with that mysterious light that held Ornias at bay would affect me.
The demon snorted derisively. "Haven't you figured it out yet, whelp? As long as you wear that ring, there is not a demon of this realm that can harm you. You could step into a summoning pentagram stark naked, and no demon would dare touch you, lest the wrath of God Himself turn it to ash on the spot. Besides that, I am not really here with you. I am in some limbo created by the ring as a holding place for my kind, and though we can see each other and talk to each other, I could no sooner touch you than I could win a place in Heaven."
Though I could feel that he telling the truth, the instinct to not trust a demon was strong. Still, I swung the ring toward the back of my leg, prepared to jerk it away quickly should I feel anything was wrong. The light touched the back of my leg... and nothing happened! Ornias, hanging upside down in the ring's prison, shot me an "I told you so!" look, before it indicated I should continue to move the ring across my calf.
As the light touched the middle of my calf, it became apparent what Ornias had meant in saying that the ring had "marked" me. The light of the ring unveiled a tattoo, otherwise invisible to the naked eye... a tattoo that I had never asked anyone to put there.
It was a twin to the largest symbol on the ring, the one carved in four places around the stone.
"The mark of Solomon. It binds you now and until the end of your life as the keeper of the ring of Solomon. But there is only one way to activate the power. You must..."
"I think I can guess what I have to do, Orny," I said a bit dismissively. Ornias fell silent, perhaps a bit miffed that I might have figured out what to do without his instruction.
Reaching down, I touched my left hand to the place where the tattoo had been a moment before. Then I placed my right index finger on one of the symbols it matched on the ring.
I don't know what I was expecting, but I thought I would feel something when I unlocked the secret of the ring's power. Which is why I looked questioningly at Ornias... who had turned his back on me, still smarting from my interruption, indicating that it would be of no further help.
'Maybe if I touch all four symbols... ' As I arranged my fingers around the stone and pressed down, I heard a slight click... then suddenly, I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my fingertips. As I pulled my fingers away from the face of the ring, blood dripped back onto the metal; each of the symbols I had touched had developed a sharp point that had sprung outward into my fingertips, piercing the skin.
Ornias hissed its snake-like laughter. "The teeth of Solomon still have a good bite after all these years, don't they?" It looked back at me as I held the ring aloft, sucking my four punctured fingers as I did so. "Have you figured out what you need to do yet, whelp? Or are you tired of playing games, and simply wish me to tell you how to make it work?"
I glared at it, though I was really mad at myself for showboating when I should have been listening. "Very well, demon. I'm asking now... what should I do?"
"You have brought forth the teeth of Solomon, though you could have done so less painfully had you followed my instructions." It flashed its fangs at me in a mirthless smile. "Nonetheless, you have completed the first step. Now you must complete the final one.
"You must take the ring and drive its teeth into the heart of the symbol on your leg. Only then will the power that has lain dormant for all these years be available to you."
My first thought upon hearing what Ornias had to say was 'Why? Why cut my leg to initiate the power?' But, thinking a minute, I discovered I knew why. For, when it came to demons and power, one thing always seemed to be needed to close the deal.
Blood.
Blood sacrifice, blood rituals, pentagrams made of blood... the rites and summonsing of demon lore all called for blood. So why should this be any different?
Carefully, I placed the ring over the tattoo, its light easily showing where the "teeth of Solomon" had to be "driven." Knowing it would only hurt for a moment, I pushed the ring into the back of my leg.
For a moment, everything was okay; the pain in my leg was annoying but manageable. Then, light exploded behind my eyes, as if I'd just been hit by a massive uppercut delivered by the heavyweight champion. I only knew I was falling when I hit the ground like a bag of cement.
The last thing I heard before I completely lost consciousness was Ornias' voice hissing, "Sleep well, whelp. I'll see you in your dreams."
And then all the lights in my head went out.
Closing the door to the master bedroom, I stood for a moment in the hallway, deep in thought.
There was nothing stopping me from keeping Samantha except my own doubts. I had thought I was playing Boy Scout, doing a good deed in giving Sam the body he had always wanted. But I had not been prepared for how quickly the submissive inside that body would decide that I was the one to whom she wanted to be enslaved. More than that, I didn't know if I really felt like a deserved such devotion. If Sara's journal entries were to be believed, I had lost one woman because I couldn't be dominant enough. More than that, I didn't really know Sam all that well. Before the change, he was a friend, but not a close one. And now... her devotion to me seemed to deepen with every moment that passed. I knew that I would fulfill my responsibility to care for her, since I had been the one who propelled the switch from man to woman. But taking responsibility was different than emotional involvement... and I still wasn't free of my love, my desire for the woman I had intended to be mine forever.
I looked down on the shiny silver ring on my finger. If all had gone to plan, she would be wearing it now on her left hand, and perhaps we might have already set a date to be married. I had let the abruptness of the end of our relationship stall my life; I had brooded over it to the point that no other decision in my life could be made without coming up to an unfinished bridge over a deep chasm called Sara. And the only way that bridge would ever be finished was with answers. And since all the answers were still ahead of me, I again started walking down the hall.
Images... fleeting, flitting impressions of places, people I had never known... rushing through my brain...
... dust and heat... untold thousands of people working, moving heavy stone blocks... shouts from below me..."Look, it's the king!"... the workers stop to cheer me loudly, while an old man with a wise face says "The temple will be finished on time, your majesty"... a troubled boy in a dirty face, kneeling in the dust..."King Solomon, the demon plagues me at work, at home... he steals my food, my wages, he sucks the very life from my body"... a prayer to God... its answer, an angel bearing a silver ring with a black stone... the boy is brought before me again, and I give him the ring, telling him to throw it at the demon and then bring it back to me... the boy returns, smiling, triumphant, and hands the ring to me... I finger the side of the ring; where there was only silver before, there is now a symbol, small but easily deciphered - the name of a demon..."Who are you demon, that you plague a boy and not a man?"..."I am Ornias... I strangle those who live in Aquarius because of their passion for the women who reside in the sign of Virgo... In my transformations, I am a man who craves the bodies of effeminate boys, and sometimes causes them great pain..."..."I seal you with this ring, and order you to help build the temple to better honor God"... I summon the demon again..."Ornias, take my ring and find the demon Beelzeboul... throw the ring at him, and, when he is taken by it, bring the ring back to me..."..."So, prince of demons, you sit before me alone. Why is that?"..."I am the last of the fallen angels, cast out of Heaven by God... His power thwarts me in all aspects..."..."Take this ring, and find all the demons under your power, and bind them with it, then bring it back to me, and then you shall begin your labor on the temple..."... 14 number the symbols on the ring, counting Ornias, Beelzeboul, and the 12 demons that the prince of demons has brought under God's control...
The scene fades, blends into another... a dimly lit tent, populated with shadowy figures... I am the only human in the room, and I lay on some type of cot, covered in blankets... my body, once full of strength, now lies wasting and on the verge of death..."You are all agreed... the ring will no long summon you individually, but will instead draw power from you to do the will of its master... I have used that power to change the structure of the ring around its stone... to unlock its power, the one who wears it must unlock that change... Ornias will be the keeper of the ring's secret, a barrier to those unworthy to wield such powers..."... The tent, darker still in my eyesight, though candles remain lit throughout... I cling to life but only in shallow breaths... I hold the hand of a woman, speaking haltingly..."You created a destiny for me with this ring that I pursued without regret... but the ring cannot save me... it was you and your sisters that divined the great secret and bound the ring to my will... by my will, I bind you to the ring, now and forever... only you may choose who wears it, and by their own wit must they find a way to use it... flee here, and travel the world... by my will, the ring will protect you and provide for you, and you shall not age any further... when the ring-bearer dies, it shall always come back to you, waiting for your next choice... you chose my destiny well, and now you shall do so until time itself comes to an end... that is the will of Alexander, the king..."
Flying now, the images are mere impressions... Caesar, bedding the ferocious Cleopatra, and binding her to his will... Genghis Khan breaching the Great Wall of China... Cortez, masquerading as a god to conquer the Aztecs... Napoleon Bonaparte, in command of 10,000 troops, seizing control of a Turkish fort, all the while planning the coup that would lead to him becoming Emperor of France...
Abruptly, all the jumbled images from the past ceased to rumble through my head; in the sudden quiet, I could feel my body once again, could feel that I was seated upright, though my eyes were closed. Cautiously, I blinked my eyes several times, and then I slowly moved my hands and arms, as if to reassure myself that they still worked.
I was seated at a table, a rather nasty piece of red Formica with silver metal trim, right out of some roadside diner. The entire room was, in fact, a relic from another time, something out of a mod-60's obsessed nightmare, full of loud colors, old plastic furniture, and kitschy knick-knacks. In front of me on the table sat a china cup on a saucer and a silver spoon resting on a linen napkin. A man bustled in from what must be the kitchen, a steaming teakettle in his right hand.
"Oh, good! You're awake! Just in time for tea and biscuits!" He sat the teakettle down and looked me over carefully. "You seem to be in fairly good shape, considering. The ring often leaves its initiates in a rather dreadful state, since it refuses to let them regain their senses until they have some basic, ummm... realignment in their thought patterns. You, however, seem to have come through it in less time than most, and that is a good reflection on both your knowledge of history, and your ability to adjust to the unexpected."
While he talked, I examined speaker quite closely. It was obvious from his clothing that this was his place; his paisley Nehru jacket and flared pants fit the mod motif perfectly. So did his facial hair, a rather thick gray goatee that simply screamed, "I am a relic from the 60s!" His rather long, untamed head of hair and the reading glasses perched on his nose, combined with the numerous books piled on the table and the floor, only added to the kooky sense that this space belonged to him, and that it suited his needs perfectly.
Carefully considering a moment, I swallowed, then asked, "Excuse me... who are you, and where am I?"
Setting the tea down in the center of the table, he smiled beneficently, like a teacher pleased by a promising pupil. "You know, most of those who have been here have been a little rude when asking that question, so you don't know how welcome it is to hear some civility in your voice. However, I have the feeling that your question is going to test your ability to suspend your currently limited thought patterns and accept things that make absolutely no sense.
"My name is Merlin, wizard and teacher to the court of King Arthur. And this... well, this is Berkley, California, circa 1964.
"And you, dear boy, are the 12th pupil brought here to learn how to wield King Solomon's ring." He smiled, enjoying the look on my face for a moment. Then he asked a question of his own.
"Tea?"
The walk to the end of the hall was short, and I heard voices in the living room as I approached. I stopped in the shadows to take stock of who was there.
Normally, there would be plenty of people in the living room at this time, as Thomas, or " Master Tricksie" as he liked to be called, would have brought some new or unusual toy out to demonstrate, first on his sub Richard, then on anyone who volunteered to let him. Tricksie was a short, wiry Sonny Bono-type guy, with oil-slick hair and a pencil thin mustache to match. He exuded the bluff heartiness of a car salesman outside of the monthly meetings, but once here, strutted around like a bantam rooster, waiting for his opportunity to take the spotlight. Richard was my height, towering over Tricksie by 6 inches, which I suppose is why Tricksie took so much delight in leading him around by his leash, or having him on his knees when sitting, or inflicting pain on his bare skin during the demonstrations. Not that Richard didn't enjoy it; he had confessed to me on more than a few occasions that the pleasure he got from Thomas' bag of tricks more than made up for the times when he thought Tricksie went too far, either in demeaning Richard with words, or actually drawing blood with one of his "tools." I personally thought Tricksie got carried away far too often, crossing the line from what should be done in front of others to what should be done in private too much.
As Richard knelt and Tricksie rummaged in his bag for his tool of choice, I spied one other person in the "audience": Mistress Matilda. She was a fortress of a woman, squat, rotund, seemingly as big around as she was tall; if you put tusks on her, you'd have thought she was a warthog walking on two legs. I didn't know if she was really a Mistress, or just liked being called one, since she never brought anyone with her to the monthlies, and never seemed to be interested in actually participating in any way - except to eat. She always seemed to be going back for plate after plate off the potluck table in the dining room. In fact, even as Tricksie readied his demonstration, she was eating a plate piled high with chips, pasta salad, and "pigs-in-a-blanket." Her face suggested that, other than the food, she was pretty much bored with the evening.
I suppose that, in the back of their minds, they must have been wondering where everyone else was. Thanks to a quick command when I had entered the house, that's where that thought stayed; if no one else was around, it did not seem overtly unusual to anyone with whom I had not otherwise come into contact. Instead, those people simply thought that the others were doing something else in some other room... and only Thomas was really bothered by this, since his star couldn't shine in front of an audience of one.
I had no real animus against Tricksie or Richard, even if I didn't really respect Tricksie's methods. Matilda was a different story. When I had come to the house the time before this, the time they had told me I was no longer welcome because Lord Ramon and Sara had said so, Matilda had not only agreed with the decision, but chimed in with a long rant about how I would be better suited to kissing her boots and being a toilet slave rather than masquerading as a dominant male. Thinking about it now made me narrow my eyes in annoyance. In my thoughts, I could think of no one who deserved less input into the decisions of the group than Matilda, whose only purpose in attending seemed to be to eat and look bored.
Of course, it was my pleasure to change that this evening.
Striding in from the shadows, I smiled at the three of them, and then sat down on the couch near Matilda... not touching, certainly, but within arm's length. She looked at me as if I was a roach that had just turned up on her plate... but instead of acknowledging my presence, she simply slid over as far as she could on the couch, trying to put as much distance as she could between us.
Richard acknowledged me with a nod of his head and a rueful expression. In his mind, I could see sympathy for the way I had been treated, as well as a bit of puzzlement over why I was here. Tricksie looked up from his bag, and, seeing me sitting there, had only one thought: at least two people would be watching his demonstration.
Giving Tricksie a mental nudge, he pulled from his bad a claw-shaped glove, complete with sharp-looking metal protrusions angling out from the tip of each finger. Except for the shorter length of the metal tips, it could have come straight from the prop room of the last Freddy Krueger movie. As Richard watched Tricksie strap the glove onto his right hand, I felt very mixed emotions filter through his mind. Apparently, he'd had the glove used on him before. He enjoyed the feeling of the metal as it played across his body, and, up to a certain point, the pain it caused as Tricksie slowly increased the force he used in wielding it. But, probing deeper, there was fear. Fear that Tricksie would again go too far. Fear that he would again draw blood. Fear that the sadist would not stop until he had done something too damaging to heal without scars.
Thinking for a moment, I concentrated briefly on Richard, making a slight physical change that I hoped would work out better for both he and Tricksie. Then I turned my attention to my companion at the end of the couch.
With the exception of Frick and Frack, I hadn't really changed anyone in a way that was truly against their nature, and, since they were already very self-centered, it hadn't seemed to really be that much of a change to anything except their bodies. However, looking inside Matilda's mind, I could see she did believe she was a dominant woman; she enjoyed all the aspects of controlling and inflicting pain upon submissive men, except for one - actually doing it herself. In short, she liked to have it both ways - enjoying the submission of men without doing any of the work herself.
She liked to watch, then go home and frig herself in the shower until she came.
Probing further, I could see she had never lifted a whip or a flogger herself; had never bound anyone; had, in fact, never done anything in the least dominating with any man. Of course, she had gone years without having any type of relationship with anyone. Riding her memories backward, I found that it had been college, in a frat house late one night. There had been a party, and she had drank beer after beer. Her friends had left her there, thinking someone else would take her home... until there was no one else to help her. Drunk and alone, she had been carried down into the basement, where the frat boys had stripped her, and then, while one of them fucked her from behind, another would fuck her mouth. There were 10 frat boys, and over three hours, each of them came once in her mouth and once in her pussy. After sleeping off her drunk, she walked the 10 blocks back to her dorm, her face still sticky with the dried cum of the frat boys. And, as she had showered, she had cursed herself for loss of control, cursed herself for being unable to make them stop.
Cursed also herself for enjoying it so much... and for wanting, somewhere deep inside her, for it to happen again. To be called a slut and bitch. To be used and degraded and fucked over and over again. To cum and cum and cum.
But, in her mind, the pleasure of the sex became equated with disgust and filth and lack of control. So she filed charges against the boys involved, as well as a complaint against the fraternity with the school. When the boys were convicted of sexual assault and the fraternity lost its charter, she felt power of a different sort, a vindictive flame that grew in her mind to replace the tawdry lust that she had enjoyed in the basement of the frat house. Soon, she had dedicated her life to actively damaging the finances and businesses of as many men as she could: she became an IRS auditor. Her bosses had long since stopped giving her cases involving women, because she never found fault or ordered prosecution; give her a case with a man, and she would dig and hound and harry until the man either settled or went to court - and most times, they settled.
Moreover, she lived a nearly sexless existence, thriving on watching a few dominate and many others submit, and imagining herself in the dominant role later as she masturbated in her tub, the shower spray massaging her clit while she rubbed herself to climax. She never had to worry about being disappointed by a submissive, or even having to lift a hand to try to control one, because she never tried. Her lusts could remain buried deep under thick walls of disdain and apathy for the men she secretly wished would fuck her silly.
As I was digging this information from Matilda's psyche, Tricksie had started his demonstration. He raked Richard's back with the metal claws, starting slowly, moving from light metal caresses to heavier strokes that left angry red marks across the skin, but drew no blood. Richard remained still, reveling in the sensations, but not fully in the moment, knowing that at some point, Tricksie would go too far and start to do more than scratch.
Meanwhile, I had begun to toy with Matilda a bit, making her think that she was hungry again, even though she had half a plate of food on her lap. As she started to get up, I asked her "Are you going to get something to eat?" She looked at me dismissively, but didn't answer. I continued, "You know, if you are, those pigs-in-a-blanket look good. Why don't you bring me some?" Looking at me like I might have asked her to strip naked in the living room, Matilda walked out... then came back a few minutes later with two plates. One contained some cookies and some apple cobbler, apparently for her. The other held three pigs-in-a-blanket, which she attempted to hand to me.
"I don't know what's come over me, getting food for the likes of a worm like you. I must be in a verrry good mood."
I didn't accept the plate, and she stood uncomfortably, fidgeting. It was obvious that she wanted to sit down, but for some reason seemed unable to do so until I took the plate from her hand. After waiting more than a minute, she finally asked quite peevishly "Is something wrong?"
"Yes, there is something wrong, bitch." Hearing the word bitch, Matilda's face twisted in a nasty grimace. However, to her surprise, her pussy suddenly felt moist, and her flush of anger was suddenly aided by a flush of arousal. "The baked beans are setting on the table right beside these weenies, and yet you couldn't be bothered to bring me any. What are you, brainless?" The look on her face turned from anger to confusion, as her cunt again tickled with the trigger of my put-down.
Despite the pleasure, her voice still held more than a little contempt. "And what do you expect me to do about it, worm?"
"I expect you to go back to the dining room, put some baked beans on this plate, and then bring it back to me. And be quick about it."
It was apparent from her thoughts that she'd much rather dump the plate in my lap and sit back down, but she didn't move a muscle. A trickle of sweat running down her face was the only external sign of the battle going on inside her head. Her normal train of thought: 'Stupid fucker, what does he think I am, the maid?' But there was a second train of though insistently through her brain, one that was backed up by the locked muscles in her arms and legs: 'I should have remembered to get those beans while I was there the first time; it won't take me a minute to go back and get them, so I can get rid of this plate.' Given the fact that she couldn't do anything else, she slowly turned around and started back to the dining room.
"Stop!" I said in a loud voice. Matilda froze in place, and then turned to face me. "Did you ask for permission to leave the room, 'Tilda?"
The expression of rage in her face could have ignited an explosion, but again, that second voice inside her head spoke persuasively: "There's no harm in being polite, and its nice that he thinks enough of me to shorten my name." She stood motionless for another minute, and then asked through gritted teeth, "Can I please leave the room, Daniel?" Almost as soon as she had uttered the words, her pussy spasmed in pleasure, and she gasped in shocked surprise.
"Leave already," I said dismissively, smirking at her. She hurried away, distracted a bit by the pussy juice threatening to spill out around the elastic grasp of her panties.
When she came back the next time, both hands were firmly clasped around my plate; in addition to the beans, she had placed two rolls and a piece of fried chicken. She hurried to stand in front of me, holding the plate like an offering. I pretended to look it over, while probing her mind. The new voice in her head continued to work on her, not letting her move unless she did things the way it said, adding just a bit of pleasure to the act when she complied. She couldn't understand why she was having such a hard time ignoring what I was telling her to do, but she rationalized it by telling herself she was bored and it was a way to pass the time.
I looked up at her and raised my eyebrow slightly, then sat back on the sofa and said nothing. I swear I saw her upper lip quiver when she said "Is something wrong, Daniel?"
"Do you see something missing from this plate, girl? Something important? Look closely!"
She scanned the plate, looking for something obvious, while I kept her mind slightly befuddled so that she couldn't think clearly. Finally, near tears, she shrugged her shoulders in defeat.
"Is there a fork on this plate? How am I supposed to eat these beans, with my hands?"
One little tear spilled over onto her cheek, as the new little voice inside her head criticized her for being such a thoughtless, careless girl. But then, the voice said that, if she hurried, maybe I might forgive her. She thought for a moment, then tilted her head forward slightly and asked, "Daniel, may I please leave the room?"
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In Atlanta there is really no middle class, there are the filthy rich people, and the people that live in the hood. I'm one of the filthy rich people. My name is Chanel and I just turned 18, it's so exciting. My mom is Puerto Rican and my dad is black. I'm not even gonna lie, i look good. Puberty came early for this mamacita. I take after my mother with my full breasts and my beautiful hair. The fat ass, that's all from daddy's side! About a month ago we started to...
I smile at you sitting there on the edge of the bed like a little boy with eager anticipation of something wonderful to come... Of course not so little boy really, one look at you sends my body into spasms of erotic awareness of you and the hot fiery passion we just had together only a short time ago. Walking to the closet I look inside dismissing a row of frocks I reach deep inside for the dress... the one I have been saving for you... the plastic covering hides everything but the hem in...
My Perverted Nieces I under estimated Part 1Since It was my spouse relatives and we are both my wife I not in our first relationship, her family treated me like an uncle even when they met me first time they were old enough. So at the beginning of my relationship with my wife, my Niece, I will call Claudia (fictive name) was involved in modern dancing and already at her mid teens ages was already having a well developed body with I estimated a b cup. If she’s going to meet he mother breast size...
We return once more, astute reader, to convey the story of poor Zack....or is it Zena...Greenburg. Whether or not it truly is that deplorable body odor removal device that has transformed him into her, or if its something much more scientific in explination. Zack has found a way to know for sure once and for all. ---- Zack had had enough. Pacing back and forth in the science lab after school, waiting for Spence to have some kind of explinatrion for his current condition was getting on...
As I mentioned in my previous story, Beryl and I became regular fuck partners after the first encounter and I regularly dropped in to see her and Mom, on nearly every occasion I ended up fucking her or at least squirting her with my spunk. Mom always joined in but I couldn?bring myself to fuck her. This lead to an interesting situation one night. Beryl and Mom held regular Bridge nights with 2 or 3 of their friends, Ann who was divorced, early 50?and had a nice tight ass, Barbara who was...
Hi ISS readers i am regular reader of ISS since my inter days.i belong to Hyderabad , let me introduce my self first. Its true story which happended in my life un expectedly and un intentionally.i am 5’10 inches and having atheletic body and wheatish color. The story begins as follows, i starded my inter in good rupeted college situated in narayanguda himatyanagar. In my class we have a junior lecture to clear doubts and a senior lecture to take the class. And junior lectures also takes the...
Danny Peters was whistling happily to himself as he walked jauntily up the driveway to the Edwards' house. He was on his way to see Patty, and he could still feel a warm afterglow from their marvelous love-making earlier in the day. He was young and romantic and decided that he would walk by the place where he and Patty had lain in one another's arms such a short time ago, so he headed for the back of the tool shed. But he never got that far. He stopped short, listening. Was that a whine...
I was in love with Paul, of course. I say ‘of course’ because that’s how it felt to me, natural, honest, and so inevitable that it hardly seemed worth talking about. But my friends were nowhere near so matter of fact about it. They behaved as if some tiny, previously undetected flaw in my makeup had suddenly opened up to become an emotional chasm as deep and as dangerous as the san Andrea’s fault. ‘I can’t believe it,’ was Xavier’s first comment when I told him. ‘ Have you gone batty?’ ‘No...
This is a true story. I hope it will get you as horny as I was, and still am. I am a straight looking and acting guy, who can be an absolute slut for the right man. And I found him! I placed an ad on gaydar that I wanted to be fucked by an older man, preferably over 60. He responded at once, but wanted to chat first to get to know me. We started ou contact in June and chatted very intensely, but I did not want to visit him because I knew I would get addicted to his cock and he did not want to...
This story was written in response to the Fem/dom stories out there in which a decent person is humiliated and degraded and just takes it. I also find these stories tend to portray women as hateful and vindictive. Well anyway, this is how it would really happen? On A Bad Day - by: Lisa Grey - [email protected] I pulled the car into the drive, cursing. My name is Jack Hoover, and my life sucked. Royally! I had just come home from work at my demeaning job. I had finally had...
He couldn’t believe how much snow was falling on the ground, and yet, he had to drive in the darn stuff. His truck was four wheel drive, but even so, the white stuff wasn’t making it easy for him to get home to his wife. Sam looked at the roses he purchased earlier today and wondered if they were going to make it. They weren’t looking very good. ‘So much for that’ He thought. He wondered what his wife was doing at that moment. Was she hoping he was going to make it home in tie for a decent...
I was fascinated with these two girls and what they were doing. Rather, what the second one was doing to the first. I had watched flicks about dominating mistresses, but this was real life and I couldn't take my eyes off of the scene on the other side of the window.The first girl was standing with her legs spread and her hands on the back of her head so that the second girl could touch or pinch or do whatever to any part of her body. The second girl had just finished spanking the first, then...
VoyeurAlfred had done well. After breakfast he handed Elise a thick bunch of pages, texts and pictures alike. "Elise, there is so much to be found, I just printed what I thought to be most relevant. My tiny printer has its limits. It's fascinating stuff, I hardly slept. But also quite frightening, if I am to think that Lexa and I have to start all over. We won't have much time for anything else should we take a liking to the procedures." His chuckle was proof enough. He had recovered. Now for...
Dave Part 2Well following on from our fist initial meet at our house, sure enough he text me a few days later and arranged to pick me up from the end of my road at 8pm. On the said night I had already told hubby about the meet, he said go for it, just tell me everything what happens in full detail !His car pulled up and I got in, I was wearing a nice dress, not too tight, with my usual white stockings, lace panties, and suspenders belt, along with a white lacy bra that pushed my boobs up...
Introduction: Bitch and Dicking have strip-tease fun on some lonesome beach. The beach is warm, brilliantly sparkly, and dazzling and gorgeous too. I love and adore being here with my beautifully handsome husband, Jace Dicking. He is seated right here before me, casting and shooting his gaze straight upward in that lazy and effortless way that allows and permits him to relax and loll down in the resplendent sunlight in an awesome and adorable fashion that I cannot help but only marvel and...
Kapitel 1 Linda hielt das Auto vor dem Gebäude an. Dies war ein übler Teil der Stadt. Viele geschlossene Geschäfte, vernagelte Fenster und Türen. Nur eine Handvoll Geschäfte blieben übrig, einschließlich des Geschäfts, das sie und Terry besuchen wollten. Sie zog die Schlüssel aus der Zündung und sah zu ihrem Ehemann Terry hinüber. "Bist du bereit es zu tun?" Terry schniefte. Er wusste seit Wochen, dass es so kommen würde. Wenn er nur die Uhr zurückdrehen könnte. Die Dinge wären anders...
It is a very cold night full of falling snow when Callidora hears a knock at the door. She takes a sip of her wine before sitting the glass down on the table next to the couch. Then she stands, fixing her lacy lingerie. The little piece comes into two pieces. The bra has sheer lace cups with strappy detailing. The panties match with cutout panels and a thing back. The black of the lingerie contrasts while complementing her pale purple skin tone. When she’s ready, she head for the door. She...
I'm Jeff and this is how I got cuckolded for the first time. At the time I was a sophomore in college and lived in three bedroom house with two other guys. Nick who was an easy going nice guy and Dwayne, an arrogant black guy who thought he was the greatest thing on earth, especially when it came to women.I had dated my girlfriend Jen since our senior year of high school. After graduation we both went to local schools, me the local state university and Jen went to the local two year school to...
"How do you think he'll like this one," Jenna asked while leaning over and giving her a little shake while settling them gently into her low cut bra!?! "Good grief, Jen," Holly replied, "do you wanna just turn him on or give him a heart attack!?!" Jenna looked at her reflection in the full length mirror that hung on the back of her bedroom door and replied with a giggle, "I haven't decided yet, can't you just picture the headlines in the paper, "Man Dies From Too Much Tit", now that would sell...
First TimeiCarly/Victorious: If Wishes Were Hornets #7 – Sam"I wish there were two of Freddie, so I could have him too."Sam Puckett could not get to sl*ep. She'd managed to drift off mostly due to her dr*nk tiredness, but after a couple hours she found herself wide awake. The thought of what might be happening inside Jade's room between the love of her life and her nemesis was driving Sam completely bonkers. She knew she only had herself to blame for dumping him, but at the same time, she couldn't help...
Clare posted two scouts and sent another pair on opposite orbit patrols and once notified there were no other craft in the vicinity, powered "Sundowner" to the hyper. Again she dispatched scouts to investigate above the layer before translating. Once through, the crew were stood down to normal duties. The crew soon wished they were back at departure stations as the output from Shirley Wood's planning was made known. PE and unarmed combat training — the only humans on board excused were...
In the morning Erica called her office and spoke to her boss. She explained that she had a personal family emergency and had to come back home. Luckily he didn't press her for the nature of her emergency. Erica told him she needed the day off but that she would be back to work on Thursday. Erica spent the day doing some housework and grocery shopping and generally staying out of my way as much as possible. I spent the day in my office making calls as I tried to recruit employees for...
“I also have two new twenty-five year old men I want to audition, they are both talented, pretty boys.” I know Ada well enough to realize ‘talented, pretty boys’, means they are seriously gender fluid. And she knows I am very receptive to a blow job from a talented, pretty boy, so long as a female is watching and enjoying. A blow job from two talented, pretty boys, with three, naked, forty something women watching had me intrigued. Even better if Ada wanted to watch. At two-thirty on the...
Tom Green was reluctant to take the prescription to the chemist, however, he was told that he would have to present it during the year; it was valid for only a year. His hesitation was in two directions, first would it work and secondly it was very expensive, and it was the latter that was his concern. Finally he decided that as he had now met another woman 'Dawn' he would give it a trial and if it worked well maybe he could accommodate his wife, not that she was the main reason for him going...
Kathleen Lehrer walked into her office a few minutes before seven, looking as if she hadn't slept very well, which she hadn't. Her secretary wouldn't arrive for another hour, so she put the coffee on, hoping that the caffeine would get her moving. By the third cup, her secretary arrived, shaken by her boss's appearance. "Ms. Lehrer, you look like you didn't sleep at all last night," said Marge Schriber. "I had the most frightening nightmare which woke me up about 3:00 this morning,...
Last night I went to the cinema with a close friend of mine,Maurizio,have known him for some years,he is 59 years old and single,he lives alone,and he likes so much my crossdresser side of me,expecially when i wear boots,skirts,or stockings,He really goes out of his mind.He has never asked me to have anal sex,so,I dont ask him,but because he likes a lot my mouth,he dont waste time to kiss me and ask for blowjobs.Was kinda near ten p.m. when he rang the doorbell of my door,all excited,I took my...
Ben's Abusive GuardianPart OneJessica Johnson smiled as she sat in her living room in her robe, munching on her breakfast of toast. It had been about 2 weeks since she had become the legal guardian of Ben. Ben was the 13 year old son of her new next door neighbour who had been killed in a car crash a short while ago. Being new to the country it was decided by her lawyers that she should take care of Ben until his father in the UK could be located. Jessica was quiet comfortable with that...
I had learned that it didn’t do to take the top spot, as that put quite a target on one’s back. Sometimes it was unavoidable, such as with a lion’s pride, but that was solved by driving the male progeny away early enough before they became a challenge. By then habit kept them clear of their former home territory. It wasn’t as much a problem in some animal societies, and in matriarchal societies such as most whale pods, mastodon and bonobo, troublesome males were either pacified or exiled. It...
24 hours 24 hoursChapter 1 Jill knew she had fucked up, leaving the safe house to get a pint of milk on Sunday morning seemed so easy, and why not let her minder Sgt. Tim Roberts have a lie in.The supermarket was just a few minutes away and most of the small N. Ireland town was still sleeping. No one was in the place except one teller. She heard the door open and a few muffled words, then silence.????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ? ?? Jill reached for...
To Love, Honor, and Obey By Jennifer White Mark was a 36 year old man who had never married before. He finally found the love of his life, and had proposed to her. The wedding took a lot more preparation than he had ever imagined, but now it was getting close to the big day. He was looking forward to that night, because his best man Bob, a close friend since high school, was throwing a bachelor party for him. His last chance for one wild fling. They met up with ten of his friends,...
“For a new self to be born, hardship is necessary. Just as clay needs to go through intense heat to become strong, Love can only be perfected in pain.”Shams Tabrizi I remember that Friday morning started out well with Gail riding me hard, straining towards yet another climax. Her long strawberry blond hair was tickling my nose as it flicked in my face. I cupped her magnificent breasts and rolled her rosy pink nipples in my fingers.“Ohhh, yes! Just like that! You’re the best!” she gasped.After...
Love StoriesIntroduction: I was out of town on business when I was approached by her husband. I was just sitting there in the hotel restaurant in Wichita, Kansas minding my own business as I usually did when I was out of town on business. I had just finished my meal, paid my bill, and I was enjoying a nice glass of wine when he approached me.He said, “My wife wants you.”I asked, “For what?”He laughed softly and then he sat down at my table, leaned in a little closer, and said, “She wants you to fuck her...
All characters are 18+ Years Old. This story contains sex between 5 Black teenage students and their racist teacher. The teenagers dominates the teacher. The N-word will be used fairly often but in context, as the main protagonist is a racist teacher member of the KKK, also the students will often address each other using the N-word. Keep in mind though that Black people in this story are actually the dominant party. This story is not promoting racism in any way, it's just a piece of...
Hey! I’m naughty guy from Mumbai with a new story all girls, bhabhi, aunty can mail me at One night my friend calls me up and asks me “Wanna hit a party?” To which I replied sure! Then I dressed up and reached my friends house, and I saw that the party has already started, my friend had invited all chics and only a few male friends, I pulled out some liquor for myself and started drinking, then I started dancing and I was lucky enough to that I got some company with me, a girl came next to me...
Galaxy Champion 2 By Paul G. Jutras Inside the corridors of a cruiser, Lesley and Sandra had been tossed around. Lesley felt like he would stain his panties as she stood tall in her pink bikini and matching nail polish. Having saved enough money for hormones he cut quite a figure in his suit. Sandra was shorter, dressed in a pink tee shirt and gray pants that were a better choice for escaping an attack. "Lesley, listen," Sandra said in his worried way. "I told you hitting the...
indian storyNote: ——I am NOT the author!I am simply sharing this lovely story with all of you because I have not seen it on hereI signalled BINDU to go and open the door.she opened the door and welcomed myboss saying "aaiye sir most welcome".but when she saw that baburao was alsothere with the boss she got a little bit confused, because she was expectingonly one person.my boss also understood her predicament and said smilingly"ohmrs harish,he is my friend baburao,he has come with me ,if you...
Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes I was doing it. I was finally making out with Brittany. I had a crush on her for years, a roller coaster of bad flirting and getting pretty close to closing the deal a couple of times. But here we were. On my bed. Making out. We had been at it for a while, her 5' 4" frame underneath my 6' 2" body, softly moaning as our tongues quietly fought each other. My dick was rock hard, 5 inches of pulsating flesh, excited to be finally holding this little brunette girl....
“Ok Mr. X” Mr. Xavier was a new teacher at Demion High, home of the fighting Demons. The head master was always a little cautious when hiring male teachers at his all female school. He does not want any person to corrupt the study habits of his students. Xavier was always criticized for looking to young by the older teachers and was always eyed by all the students. His blond short hair only served to compliment his blue eyes. Mr. Xavier taught world history which to most students...
“Dan can you pull into that little park, I need to talk to you for a few minutes,” Wendy pointed to her right. Dan parked the car, facing the snow-covered beach overlooking Lake Ontario. The beach was empty except for a guy throwing a Frisbee at his dog. On this cold early afternoon, the bright winter sun shone in the windshield on them. Wendy nervously played with the hem of her skirt. She felt shy but had to tell Dan how she felt about him. “Dan I have something I need to say to you. I...
With this new information, I decided I really didn’t want to see Scott. I knew he could easily tell how bummed I was. If he didn’t bug me about Mandy, I knew he would bug me about why I was so down. I wasn’t in the mood to share my family’s problems. I told mom I was going for a ride, and when I thought I’d be back. She told me to make sure I took my cell phone, and I took off on my bicycle. I don’t remember where all I went, but I finally showed up at home about five. When I was putting my...
This is my first time actually writing a story like this. Not a lot of sex so if that’s what you are looking for, turn back now. Also, this is a supernatural type story (vampires, werewolves, witches, the whole shebang) so if you aren’t into that…well, turn back as well. For those of you who have not left yet, I can only assume you’re staying… so enjoy. Carmen wasn’t drunk. Sage watched from the opposite side of the dance floor as her best friend leaned tiredly against a man whose shirt had...
Service With A Smile Don't frown sweetie you know you love your frillies, and I do love showing you off. Oh sweetie they don't make fun of you they have fun with you. What do you mean you don't have fun? Oh sweetie you just love girl talk and I know you love to serve coffee and tea and you look so sweet in your apron and your little dress. Yes I know the shoes are a little tight but they will break in and you will get used to the heels soon. Those are the highest you have had yet...
AUNTIE RITA – Part 2In Part 1 John found himself strapped down to a specially made padded table that secured his chest, arms, legs, wrists and ankles. He was completely spread eagle before his mother’s eldest and very sexy sister, Rita. She demanded he call her “Auntie Rita” and punished him when he wouldn’t follow the rules of her game. She began his milking by taking out her false teeth and draining his cock with her expert mouth. John was unable to resist his aunt’s wiles as he exploded into...
Hello dosto me parmood aap logo ne part 1 me padha ke kaisa mera dost ravi ne meri maa chod di,ab agay ke kahani Jab me baatroom se fresh hokar bahar aaya to me sidha drawing room me gaya waha dekha ke ravi nahi tha to mai kitchen ke taraf gaya main ne dekha ke ravi maa se lipta hua tha wo maa ke dera dera gaand masal raha main dono love bird ko kitchen me chod kar office janay ke liya ready honay chala gaya jab me tayaar ho kar aaya to ravi is baar wahi baitha hua tha me bola ke ravi office...
With many tears, Debbie moved. Betsy stayed in contact with her for several years, but by and by, the letters and phone calls stopped. She still thought of her dear friend every once in awhile and felt immense regret for not keeping in closer contract with Debbie. Then Betsy realized their friendship was just like any other. They would always care immensely for each other even if their heartfelt emotions faded with time. The winter came and went. Thomas met her family and Betsy even...
I am Rakul,last year when i was 18 i went to my uncles house for vacation holidays.i want to tell about my aunt,she is white,with little fat where ever needed ,good looking and she is 27 years old.the day i went to her home my uncle had gone abroad for business work and we two were lying in her bedroom that night.we started chatting on different topics atlast sex too..it was 12 then.casually i just had my hands over her body,she didnt mind it,after sometime she asked me to sleep leaving her,but...
IncestTour De Frances III Estelle and I headed back to my room and waited for Michelle to return from the wine cellar. Estelle wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close for a deep kiss. "Ohh my dear, I'm gonna love making out with you this weekend." "Let me go you lesbian!" "Stop trying to get away Frances, you can't hide from me so you may as well enjoy the attention I'm giving you!" Her hand slid up under my dress and into my panties. "Yes, I can't wait to feel you ram...
Mike clicked on it and wearily saw "Urgent email from The Chief Executive's P.A." Not using her name. Kate Harrington was wallowing in the self granted status of her position. "The report Mr John Field, CEO, requested from you is now overdue. I was present when he instructed you as to its urgency." Interestingly John Field placed no value on his status and position. His own talent and people skills meant that Mike and the other executives were loyal and would work their guts for...