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“I think we need to lock the place up, turn on the security system and hit the road in the RV. We can have fun, show Juana and Monica the highways, cities, and the open country, while we think of what to do with our loot and if we really want to keep this up,” I offered.

“Let’s hit the road, Dad. We’re packed and we can stop to buy Monica and Juana some clothes, at least enough for us to go in places to shop and eat,” Annie laughed.

“Will we go back into the mirrors to do this?” Juana asked.

“No, we’ll all get in our big travel vehicle and drive down the highways,” Stacy told her.

This meant nothing to Juana or Monica, neither had even been outside the house since they arrived here, other than our trips back in time.

I turned to face both of them, I was going to TRY and explain what they were about to see, and to PLEASE just trust us on this.

“Listen, Girls, we all love you, you are very special, and we’d never let you get hurt by what we’re about to do. I want you both to prepare your minds for an experience like none you’ve ever seen before. Will you please trust us on this and just enjoy all you see and do? We’ll be right beside you and we’ll explain anything to you that you can’t understand,” I told them.

“Will we be naked?” Juana asked, and smiled.

“We can be naked when it’s just the five of us, but if we’re around other people, we have to be clothed,” Annie told them.

“We’re ready for our adventure then, please show us this new world,” Monica said, and grabbed my arm.

From the moment we stepped out the door to lock the place up, they were in a wonderland. Both had been in 1840s Georgia for over two years before we gathered them up from the past to be with us. They knew about the American continent and where it was on the globe, they didn’t know anything about what they were exposed to when we all stepped outside.

They looked at the lawn, the trees, and looked back at the house. All of it was different from anything they’d ever seen.

My Winnebago Journey was less than a year old and had close to 30,000 miles on it. I’d bought it when my mother died and left me her estate, as well as her life insurance.

Annie and Stacy had been to a few locally accessible state parks with me for a weekend at a time, but never for an extended trip on the road.

We had planned this one for over a year and our plans were to go all the way to the Canadian border and across the northern plains states, then back down to the southwest, stopping when and where we wanted, with no set destination, no set time schedule. The only thing I had done, as far plans go, was program all the RV parks into the GPS navigator, so we could tell when we were close to one at any given time.

Monica and Juana were absolutely like kids at Christmas when we entered the forty foot long RV and they realized this was a travel vehicle, much like a ship.

Annie and Stacy gave them a tour of the bus as I got it started and turned on the air conditioner. I always back into the parking space I had made for it when I return home from a trip. When I put the bus in gear and started moving, they both screamed and ran to the front, about to lose their balance with the movement.

I stopped in the driveway and got them both calmed down enough to get them to sit together in the big reclining co-pilot seat.

“We’re going to start our journey now, just watch through the glass as we travel slowly down the roads. We’ll soon come to a larger highway and we will go faster then. Relax and enjoy the sights, Girls, we’ll be together in this vehicle for at least three months,” I told them, as once again we started out.

Driving down our local state highway was a thrill to them, as they sat naked beside each other, and constantly pointed out houses, barns, or animals on the side of the road. When we came to Victoria, we hit the interstate, with them holding on tight as we made the turns around the clover leaf and lined out, headed north.

We were traveling at over 70 miles per hour now and they were thrilled at the sights that were coming at them so fast and the cars and trucks that were passing us.

The cars and trucks were hard to explain, but soon Annie and Stacy had them understanding what they were and why some were small and others were large.

When we came to San Antonio and passed by the airport, that was another story altogether. This took some explaining as they were told that people were actually inside the big silver birds and were flying to other cities, states, and even across the sea to places like Spain, England, and all over the globe, where once, only ships had traveled.

We stopped just before dark as we came to Waco. I wanted to buy Monica and Juana some more clothes. All they had to wear in the mall were some old clothes Annie had found that had belonged to my mother. No undies whatsoever.

When we were parked, and had the RV leveled and secured to the water and power sources, we closed up and called a taxi to take us to the nearest large mall. I knew this was going to be a fun, exciting experience for all.

Annie and Stacy were as excited as Monica and Juana. They were already planning to get them plenty of sexy bras and panty sets and then load them up with lots of sexy blouses, skirts, dresses, and casual shorts and tops.

We spent over a thousand dollars on clothes for both of them. Considering they had nothing to start with, I thought this wasn’t too bad. I knew Annie and Stacy would continue to buy for them now that they knew their sizes. The only sizes that really stayed with me were the bra sizes of both women. Monica wears a 36C, and her favorite piece of attire we bought was her white, spandex sports bras. She just loved the way they made her breasts feel and look. I kind of like the lacy half-cup bras Annie bought for her and Juana.

Juana was another story; she loved seeing all the really racy undies and wanted to try them all on. She settled for wearing a bra and panty set of white, her favorite color also. Her bra size is 42DD, and I swear I couldn’t tell when she put the bra on. Hers and Monica’s breasts are extremely well proportioned and strongly supported by their muscular structure.

They both loved the lounge pajamas and I loved them on them too. They ride just above their pussy in front and just above the split of their buttocks in back. Though the waists had elastic, I thought at any minute the pajamas would slip down and expose their naked bodies. Both of them ooze sex and I think even they believe it now, after seeing themselves wearing sexy clothes in the mirrors, then seeing other women in the mall.

I kind of liked the hip hugger, ‘boy cut’ style panties on both of them, and as soon as I commented that I did, Annie picked out six pair for each of them. She also bought each of them four thongs after they both said they liked those.

They bought mostly shorts and tank tops with a few tee shirt type pullovers, and a few button up blouses.

I absolutely fucking loved it when each of them came out of the dressing booth wearing some plain sweatpants that fit their sexy butts like a layer of skin, then draped down their sexy legs. Stacy made sure each of them had three sets of those style sweats before we left that section.

They only bought two skirts apiece, but I loved looking at them in skirts too. They both have some fine legs and Monica’s are long, slender, with a permanent tan.

Stacy found some ‘stovepipe’ pants that fit the two young Spaniard women like paint on their sexy asses and were loose down the length of their legs, to their ankles. The waists of these fit like the lounging pajamas, extremely low in front, riding low around their hips and low on their sexy full buttocks.

In a sporting goods store, we bought them shoes for hiking and shoes to wear on the beach. Both Monica and Juana were fascinated by the ‘flip-flops’, commenting that they had worn similar sandals on the beaches and streets of Spain.

With our shopping bags in our hands, we stopped by the food courts and once again, they were amazed that we could buy so many different foods right here. They explained to us that this was like the markets back in Spain, where they would sit and eat from all the different foods, when they went to shop.

Well, at least something looks familiar to them.

We all decided on ‘Chick-Filet’, after we’d explained exactly what it was. I got a table while the four of them went to order. I sat and watched as they laughed, played, and talked to everyone close to them as they stood in line to order.

Monica and Juana had opted to wear some of their sweatpants and a pullover top with no bra. I could have run over and thrown them both down to the floor and felt really good about fucking them right there in public. From the looks they were getting from the men in line and those walking by, I wasn’t the only one thinking that.

When they came walking back toward me with trays of food and drinks, I once again wanted some pussy, really, really bad. I was getting horny, looking at four sexy women all the time, sleeping with my cock between naked thighs and being sat upon, laid upon, and breasts pressed against me day and night. My own daughter, well, my stepdaughter actually, wants me, and so does Stacy, my other ‘daughter’. I want them all.

The Winnebago has one king size bed and another smaller bed. We all slept naked in the king size bed.

This time it was Annie who lay next to me, her slender, sexy buttocks pressed back hard against my belly. As soon as we were all relaxed and comfortable, she raised her leg and pressed the head of my cock into her tight little pussy. She wasn’t a virgin, but she was tight.

“Annie?”

“Dad, I need this, please don’t deny me,” she said.

“I told you I wouldn’t say no, I just wanted you to be sure.”

“I’ve been sure for a long time. I just wasn’t brave enough until we brought Monica and Juana into our family.”

“Annie, turn over and get on top of me, if we’re going to do this, we need to get the best we have to offer each other.”

“I love you, Dad,” she said, as she rolled over and sat down on my cock. She sighed, and she started riding me in the dark like she was on a wild horse. The lights came on and I saw Juana standing by the switch, smiling as Annie and I fucked each other.

“Do it in me, Dad, I’m on the pill, I need you so much.”

“I needed you too, Annie, I just didn’t know how much and I refused to let myself even think about you. I hope this isn’t just a one time thing. I already want more.”

“I want more too. I want you in all the places we visit, in the mountains and on the beaches.”

“Hurry, Annie, you feel way too good on me for me to last very long, it’s been a while.”

“I know, Dad, much too long and all four of us will make sure you’re well satisfied from now on. Do it NOW, Daddy. Oooooh, you feel SO good shooting cum inside me.”

I felt some guilt at first, then felt a little more after we had made love. But as we hugged and she kissed my cheek, I knew we had done the right thing. We really did need each other.

When Annie rolled off me, I felt Stacy cuddle next to my butt and reach around to grasp my still wet cock.

“Dad?”

“Yes, Baby?”

“If I can make you hard, will you do me tonight too? I mean, I could wait, but I’m so excited that you and Annie finally did what you should have done ten years ago. I need you inside me too, that is if you want me,” she whispered into my ear.

She was jacking my cock up and down; I was regaining my vigor as she did. I had never in my life gone twice in a night. I knew I was about to experience a first.

Stacy pulled me over to lie on my back; she dove for my cock like a hawk after prey, as she took me deep into her mouth.

“Stacy, Baby, you need to stop that, if you want me in you. I am way overheated by all you sexy women.” I looked up to see Monica above my face, smiling. Her large breasts heaving with her heavy breathing. I wanted her also.

Stacy rolled over on top of me and I felt hands on my cock. I looked down between Stacy’s legs as she rose to take me. There was Juana, with my cock in her hands, smiling as she looked up at me. I watched as she raked my cock against Stacy’s pussy, then shuddered as Stacy settled her sexy young butt down over me.

Juana was behind her, sitting on my knees and reaching around Stacy to cup her small breasts in her palms, tenderly caressing her swollen nipples. Stacy has even a shorter fuse than I do, and I’ve already gone once in Annie’s pussy.

She gripped me with the force of a clamped fist as she began to achieve her orgasm. I let loose with the floods of my own as we both gasped in pleasure.

Stacy leaned down to kiss and hug me. When she did, my receding cock slipped from of her wet pussy. I felt hands on my cock once again, then the warmth of a mouth, as Juana sucked my cock clean.

I may need to fear for my health, when this hot blooded young Spaniard sics her pussy on me.

I can’t speak for the four young women, but after that session, I slept the whole night like a puppy with a belly full of warm milk.

I awakened to the smell of breakfast and the feel of a hot naked body in front of me and another snuggled up behind me.

“Breakfast is ready. Annie and I want to get naked and go to the beach today. We both decided it was time for Juana to get her hot Spanish ass fucked,” Stacy announced, as she stood by the bed, shaking us awake.

Juana turned lazily in the bed and pressed her voluptuous breasts against my chest. Her hot thick thighs were pressed against mine as she smiled and kissed me.

Monica rolled over on top of me, encasing my chest in her huge breasts. I was in heaven. She and Juana kissed briefly on the lips and looked at me.

Monica kissed me longer, with her mouth open to take my tongue.

When our lips parted, Juana followed her with a steamy, open mouthed kiss that made my cock jump.

“Juana, kiss Monica the same as you kissed me,” I said, as we lay with our faces only inches apart.

“May I, Monica?”

“I think I would also like to kiss you, Juana, please do.”

“Each of you touch the others breasts as you kiss, then I want to know what you felt when you’ve kissed,” I told them as they moved off me, then leaned their upper bodies back to kiss, with their faces over my chest.

I watched as their full, sultry, swollen lips met tentatively at first, then I smiled as they pressed into each other, mouths open, eagerly sucking each other.

Their hands were going wild, as each knew what felt good to the other and were seeking to find that one, most erotic place to touch.

They were both alongside my body, each of them had a leg over my hips. Each of them had their smooth, naked pussy pressed against my hip bones, fucking my hips, as they kissed and caressed each other’s breasts.

They were moaning into each other’s mouths, their sexy bodies writhing as they fucked my hips until both of them screamed into the others mouth, overcome by spontaneous, explosive orgasms.

My cock was as hard as a rock, as I exploded right up between them.

I looked to the side and saw Annie and Stacy. They were kissing and fingering each other as they too had watched and became aroused by the erotic coupling of these two hot-blooded Spaniard women.

Each of them kissed me, smiling, giggling. Then laughing loudly, they both slid down to my belly and proceeded to lick the sperm from my abdomen.

“That act is going to get you both fucked,” I told them.

“Me also, Mr. Sandusky?” Monica asked, reminding me of a shy, young, inexperienced girl.

“You also, Ms. Monica Montavani, especially you,” I told her, and she smothered me with kisses, then her magnificent breasts.

“OK, you two, come eat and we’ll all get naked, then go to the beach to see this.

“I just know this will be the best fucking of both centuries,” Annie said, as she pulled us apart.

“I know it will, Annie, but I want to see my governess have a ride on Mr. Sandusky’s cock, before I take him,” Monica said.

Annie was getting good at placing us at the exact coordinates we wanted. She had the mirror placed just right, in the center of the living room of the Winnebago.

With our towels, oils, and sunscreens in the beach bags, we each strapped on a handgun and stepped out on the beach. There was nothing as far as our eyes could see, other than a white sand beach and the jungle that lined it, close to fifty yards back from the shoreline.

I had never known of any predatory animals on Jamaica, and we weren’t really concerned about them. The one thing we were constantly alert for, was the presence of hostile inhabitants, or even pirates that may have stayed behind or been castaway as punishment.

We spread our long wide towels on the coarse white sand of the western shore, just a few feet from the lazy surf. After the fun of oiling each other while we stood naked, we lay down to get some of the hot morning sun. With our bellies full and the morning still early, it was no time until I slept a lazy, sun induced sleep.

When I awakened, I looked and the others had too slipped into a lazy nap. I jumped up and shook them, after hearing laughter deep in the jungle. Surely not a sound I had ever expected here.

Silently, we gathered our articles and headed for the tree line, away from where I’d heard the sounds. We had just barely gained cover in the low brush below the tall palm trees, when the laughter came again, very close to where we were. At first, I thought whoever it was, would burst right out of the trees into the very place we were crouching.

By lucks good fortune, they missed our hiding place by a mere six feet.

There stood a tall, shiny brown skinned girl, not even as old as Annie or the others. She was followed by a tall, muscular black youth near her own age. They were naked, wearing only ropes of beads on their ankles, wrists, and around their waists and necks. The young girl had huge breasts that sagged only slightly from the sheer size and weight of them. Though pert and erect like my two Spaniards with huge breasts, hers did stand proudly against the forces of gravity in spite of their size.

Her hips were full, but not protruding. Her brownish/olive skin was shiny as if oiled. Her thighs were thick and her buttocks were some of the most fuckable I’d ever seen on a girl her age.

The tall young man with her was also naked, except for the beads, ropes of bark, and the braided vines that adorned his body. His long black cock was over a foot long, swinging just above his knees, as they played, laughed, and cavorted in the morning sun.

Laughing, the young girl ran to him, dropping to her knees in front of him and smiling up at his face. She held a half shell of a coconut in her hands. He watched as she took her fingers and dipped them in the bowl.

Then she swiped her breasts with the thick, silvery colored, syrupy liquid. She dipped her fingers in the coconut shell and took one more swipe at her swollen, dark brown pussy lips, before extending the shell to him. As he cupped the bowl in both palms, she slicked her hands along his cock, coating him with the syrupy concoction. She raised his huge organ and slicked the thick foreskin downwards to allow his huge, cockhead to protrude from his thick, almost pink, foreskin. His scrotum was hanging halfway to his knees as she licked and sucked the thick syrup from the underside of his monstrous, shiny cock.

I could hardly believe the size of his testicles and the long, full bag of his hairless scrotum. The girl smeared her slick fingers all over his huge balls, milking them, along with his extended, engorged cock shaft.

I had never seen coconut milk this thick and syrupy. This was like liquid pearls as it shined in the light.

Taking the bowl of the coconut shell from her, he put it to his lips, throwing his head back. He held it to his lips as the thick substance ran into his mouth, swallowing whatever liquid it contained. He threw the shell to the ground, merely inches from my own fingers. I looked into the shell and the white pulp of the coconut fruit still remained. There was a silvery, cream colored, syrupy substance clinging to the sides and the rim of the shell.

We all looked at each other, then back at the young couple.

She was tall and her breasts came to his groin as she knelt in the sand and pressed against him, pulling his buttocks apart with her fingers, pulling him to her shiny breasts. His long black cock was beginning to swell and extend even more, as she rubbed her shiny breasts against him. She took her hands and pulled her heavy breasts apart, letting his cock slip between them. She began moving her upper body back and forth, up and down, as she fucked his cock with her huge breasts.

His long thick cock was no longer just lying between her slickened breasts, it was standing proud and erect.

She pointed it upwards as she continued to fuck her upper body against him.

What was a long slender cock minutes ago, now was swollen and extending to over a foot and a half. His huge knob was as big as his closed fist and flew up to strike him in the middle of his chest, when she playfully pulled it down to his knees and let it go.

They had yet to utter a word, or even make a sound since coming out onto the beach. I wondered if they spoke English or some dialect of Spanish. Maybe even French, since the French once had a strong presence in these Caribbean Islands.

The tall black youth reached down and gripped the girl by her upper arms, then literally dragged her even closer to where we hunkered down. He reached up to pull wide palm fronds from the smaller trees, not six feet from where we all huddled.

When he had enough of the wide leaves and slender fronds, the girl happily lay them on the sand right at the edge of the line of greenery where we squatted.

She rolled and lay back on the bed of leaves, taking the other half of the coconut shell, emptying the contents over her already slick and shiny brown pussy, pouring what she could inside her opening as she spread her legs and beckoned to him to come down with her. His cock was erect and rigid, swollen to an enormous size, as he bent over her. He kicked her feet wider apart, then knelt between her thick thighs and leered down at her voluptuous, young body.

Taking his enormous cock in his fist, hal-fway up his shaft, he swung his huge weapon back and forth, slapping it through her fat pussy lips as she bucked her hips completely off the leaf bed, in an attempt to capture his raging member.

Monica and Juana were squatted so close, on either side of me, their knees were pressing against mine. Annie and Stacy were hugging onto each of the Spaniard women as we watched the boy and girl prepare to mate.

Mate they did. There looked to be no love shared in their coupling. With his hand still at half shaft on his cock, he pressed into her fat, slickened, brown, hairless pussy, opening her as if prying two tightly nailed boards apart.

She grunted and bucked her buttocks against him as he gained the first two inches, his corona was swollen and grotesquely resembling an ogre’s head, as it was yet to completely disappear inside her.

The bulb of his cock swelled to an even more grotesque shape and size as he pressed forward and deeper. With a hard lunge of his hips, he sunk into her, up to his tightly gripped fist.

The young girl screamed and though she jerked back momentarily, she quickly pushed up at his probing cock in an effort to capture more, with the slickened wet man trap of her hot, wet cunt.

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Carissa went to open it, sure enough it was the guy I had seen her kiss down in the lobby. The kissed again before walking arm in arm towards me. He had a shit eating grin on his face. "So that is hubby who can't hack it in the sack. What's the matter cuck? Hmm, not a pencil dick. Actually respectable. Must be quick on the trigger or worse can't get up even with help of the little blue pill." "Stop it Roger, he does just fine in the sack as you so delicately put it. The problem is...

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Reflections of a Love Slave

I remember every touch … every word, just as if it had happened yesterday. Even as I sit here alone contemplating all that he ever said to me, I ache to hear more. “How did you first meet him?” seems to be the most common question when I dare to speak his name. And as I try to think back, I can’t really answer. It is as if I always knew him and him, me. We were as one. Those that saw us knew. They could see our paths set in the same direction even though mine was at his feet. We were going in...

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Reflections of a Womanizer

So I eliminate names and numbers from my black book. My black book now contains the names and numbers of women 26 to 40 that hunger to be in my lair. These women are frustrated both emotionally and physically with men, they have dated and attempted to have a relationship with. They know entering my lair requires commitment to multiple animalistic sessions, but the results are multiple orgasms and sexual euphoria. After the sessions they are emotionally and physically satisfied, their bodies...

3 years ago
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Reflections Ch 02

You may want to read the previous chapter before this one. Thank you to Estragon for editing my story and making it a much better read. * The separation and divorce went much better than I had expected. The moving company came the following day and took the kids’ things and my personal things to my parents’ house. I’m not sure if I mentioned that my parents did have servants, but my mother did ninety percent of watching the kids when they were there before the breakup. She loved kids and...

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Reflections Ch 05

We’re nearing the end of the story. Thank you to those who are still with me. A special ‘Thank you’ to Estragon for his editing and making this story a much better read. Chapter 5 Our time every week was living out a fairy tale. It was like the prince finding Cinderella, or finding Snow White and living happily ever after. I was never a dreamer, I worked hard and expected results. Vicky showed me how to stop and smell the roses. Our time together was full of discovery. I didn’t know how life...

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Reflections From the Past

There is some sex in this story, but it isn’t the main focus. Sorry! Thanks for reading – your feedback and votes are always appreciated. ~Rach * * * The scent of roses wafting in through the open window brought a brief hint of a smile to her cracked lips. With a pang of melancholy, it reminded her of the glorious days of summers long since passed. Endless weeks of cornflower blue skies and lazy hours spent walking, laughing, and most of all, loving. It all seemed an age ago now. Like...

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Reflections on Lives Passed

As my eyes start to close, I have one last thought, a prayer almost. I pray that when my eyes close again… I find peace. But not the peace of dreams. Please, if anyone is listening… no more dreams. And then my eyes flutter shut. — ‘Hey, Dad?’ ‘Dad, wake up.’ ‘Dad… DAD… we’re there.’ I open my eyes wearily. I was dreaming and…what was I dreaming of? My son parked the car, and reached over to undo my seat belt for me, the arrogant shit. ‘You think I can’t get myself out of a damn seat...

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Reflections Ch 03

You may want to read the previous chapters before this one to know what’s going on. As always a special thank you to Estragon for his editing and making my story a much better read. Chapter 3 I arrived at the airport in France along with one of our financial officers and his wife. Max Riley has been with the company as long as I have and we were good friends. I was the best man at his wedding to his wife Deanna. They made a wonderful couple. They also had two kids, both of whom were also now...

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Reflections

“Who is she?” I ask myself. She looks a little like my ex-wife, though she doesn’t act like her at all. I haven’t seen my ex-wife in several years, but I’m pretty sure I could still recognize her, so I don’t think it’s her. Maybe she is a stranger who has inexplicably taken a liking to me, an attractive face in the crowd. Maybe I remind her of someone. Maybe I am a totally random choice. My therapist tells me this is the most likely possibility, though I am not so sure. Sometimes I think she...

3 years ago
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Reflections of Love

She had wondered and wondered about contacting him, it had been three years. Three long years of self loathing, wondering how she could still want him so badly after the way he had treated her, that last night together. Why after their years together had he treated her so badly, demeaning their relationship? Her mind often, quite often lately, went back to the good times. When passion ignited at barely a remembrance of the previous encounter. Smelling him could and would set her off into a...

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Reflections of the Soul

It was a dark night as I made my way quickly down the cobbled street. Figures, the moon would be hidden tonight, hell a full moon at that. Turning I could swear that there was someone following me. Shit, now wasn’t the time to get caught out without my protection. Hurriedly I made my way to the door of my flat. Phew, at least here I was partially safe. I could feel the magic influence and my wards. For a moment just a moment I thought I caught the sight of a female. That was all I needed was...

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Reflections

He once told me I'd probably kill myself before I was 40. When I realized "my god" as he referred to him had indeed forsaken me. We always had this discussion in a bar, mostly as he nursed the last beer he rushed to order as the bartender yelled last call. As we discussed his bleak prediction of my doomed future, his hands ran up and down my thighs under my short sun dress, never quite going high enough for my taste. "You're wrong." I laughed. "You see, God made me disabled so I can...

3 years ago
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Reflections of the Previous Night

Taylor Laurent sat in the booth waiting for the clock to hit 7:30, when the ticket office for Cabaret would open. blink Suddenly she was back in his condo the night before---against that very wall; the one with the Edward Hopper painting, New York Movie hanging so crookedly on it; the one behind her back when she enthusiastically kissed him good night. blink Back to the booth and hoping that the first customer, a heavy-set woman with a fur wrap on a 92° evening stood waiting for the window...

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Reflections in TimeChapter 3

“Let’s get this booty into the house, then we’ll go there now.” “Mr. Sandusky, will you? I will be your slave for life, and Juana will also, if we are together again. She loves me like a sister and I love her so much.” “There will be no slaves in this family, though I may make you pretend,” I laughed. “I love to pretend. Make me do something now, Mr. Sandusky.” “Get on your knees and suck his cock like I showed you, Monica, make him give you a big load of his sperm and swallow all of it,...

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Reflections in TimeChapter 6

When we came to the campground at the lake, I slipped some sweats and a shirt on to register. We were in luck, there weren’t many campers during the middle of the week, and it was already time for school to start too. I asked for a secluded spot in the RV section and the young woman at the park desk smiled. “You should have all the privacy you need, Mr. Sandusky. Most of our part time help has gone back to school, and we’re on a minimum detail until we close later this fall.” “Thanks for...

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Reflections in TimeChapter 7

When Linda moved her pussy away from my cock, I felt like pulling her back and fucking her right here in the lake. I looked to see Addy smiling at me, her flat chest waiting to be like her cousin’s and having a fine pair of .32 caliber handguns mounted on it. I waved to Annie and she swam over to us as Linda kissed and sucked my mouth, hunching her slick pussy on my cock until she got another cum. “Annie, Linda wants to learn about girl love now; she and I are going to fuck tomorrow. First,...

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Reflections in TimeChapter 9

“Mr. Sandusky, I love your big cock. I got three cums when I was sucking you, and when you and Kayla got your cums just now, I got as many as she did. I want you to fuck me deep like you did Kayla and shoot cum in my pussy like you did hers,” Kylie said, as she stood facing me. “Get up here on Daddy’s legs, Kylie. We’re going to fuck that sweet little pussy and make it get as many cums as your sister did,” Annie told her, as she held Kylie’s hand. I looked over to where Jared was still...

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ReflectionsChapter 2

I went into my bedroom. Yes, I was already thinking of it as mine – no longer ours – to plan my next move. What did my one uncle once tell me? He is a retired drill instructor in the Marine Corps. He said we take a raw recruit, break him down mentally and physically and then put him back together and at the end we have on tough SOB marine. Is that what I have to do with my baby? I don't know. Well for now let him stew for a while. I'm going to fix myself something to eat and a cup of...

4 years ago
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ReflectionsChapter 3

There, first seed of 'servitude' was planted. I didn't have to work. I took the team out to dinner. We did talk for a bit about a marketing strategy for a new product line – just long enough to qualify the dinner as business expense before heading home. I'm going to slowly tighten the screws and if he doesn't balk along the line, I'll give him a bit of wank time in two or three weeks. "Hey babe, I just got off the highway, should be there in a little while." Disconnecting the call...

3 years ago
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ReflectionsChapter 4

"Baby, why don't you fix me a night cap after you strip. You can have a one ounce shot of cognac but then I want you between my legs while I watch this new movie the girls in the office have been raving about." That's how we spent that Friday night. When the movie was over... "Thank you baby, that was wonderful. Come turn around. Your neck must be hurting. Let me give you a little massage to ease those muscles." After a while – "OK, I'm tired. I'm going to bed. It's OK if you...

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ReflectionsChapter 5

I had gotten instantly hard when she came into focus on the computer screen. That outfit was hot but then the erection slowly faded as she sucked on that obscene dildo and by the time she started to berate me, it was gone. I guess I'm not voyeur type – certainly not via web cam. I was pretty sure I could get out of here tomorrow right after lunch. Frank could handle the rest. The customer was happy that I had made the trip and that is all what counted. I just wasn't ready for a...

1 year ago
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ReflectionsChapter 6

Terry I was still uneasy about the whole thing and not really sure if I wanted to go through with this. But in the end my love for Clarissa and desire to please her won out. We were ready to go down to dinner when Clarissa walked up to me and embraced me. "Babe, are we good? You know that I love you and only you. It's just this compulsion that I have to try this cuckold thing." She chuckled, "we are a fine pair of pervs. I want to be the slut and while you may not really want to be a...

1 year ago
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ReflectionsChapter 7

Terry Wednesday was incredible. I left the office early to stop at the fish store for some fresh salmon filets. The rest of the stuff we had home. I had all my preparations done when the two ladies showed up. Clarissa gave me one of those tonsil probing kisses and Julie a chaste peck on the cheek. Instantaneously, my dick was hard in that unyielding plastic prison. I guess she had not come from the office but from her home because she looked hot with plenty of cleavage. After the...

1 year ago
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ReflectionsChapter 8

Terry Luck would have it that in her snit Clarissa forgot to lock the door. So I grabbed what I needed and got dressed. Note to self, move your stuff to the other closet. I was out of the house before Clarissa got up. Work was busy and I wound up staying late. I called the house and Clarissa's cell leaving a message telling her that I was working late and got a bite in town before coming home. When I got home I walked into a virtual ice box. I tried to walk over to where Clarissa was...

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ReflectionsChapter 11

Clarissa There I sat on the bed in my hotel room. The sun streaming through the window. I bet Terry is having a great time out on the golf course with that bitch and his buddies. Then I started to think back on last night. The beginning was hot and l loved the way Roger tried to humiliate my hubby. I had to come to his defense but my heart wasn't in it. Not that what I said wasn't the truth. Terry is and always will be a great lover. But this is a game, well not really, more like a quest...

3 years ago
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ReflectionsChapter 12

Terry At first it was the perfect home coming. Clarissa was caring and loving in spite of the hell she put me through with her teasing and tormenting. Thing is, the subbie in me liked that part. She was driving me crazy with the need to cum and I lost count how many times she brought me right to the edge. To my surprise I had actually a good time but then we had done this before. The only difference, in the end I got to fuck her and our combined orgasms were absolutely mind blowing after...

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ReflectionsChapter 13

Terry I took my shower, grabbed my snifter and the bottle of cognac and started to relax in my new chair, compliments of Clarissa. As I sat there I wondered how much use I would get out of it. If we stayed together and continued with the cuckolding, probably a lot. If not, maybe I'll chuck the old one that's down in the living room. Also I was wondering if I was making a mistake by not pulling the plug. I mean she didn't really say much other than that she was sorry which I do believe...

1 year ago
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ReflectionsChapter 14

"My poor boy, I can see where you feel conflicted and confused. Torn between your love for your wife and the need to maintain your dignity and self respect." "You know a cuckold relationship can be a beautiful thing. Let me tell you a story, but first there is coffee in the kitchen. Why don't you get us some. I'll take mine black. Fixings are next to the pot so you can do whatever you want to yours." I got us coffee and Peggy continued her story. "As I told you, my husband got...

3 years ago
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ReflectionsChapter 15

Clarissa I was sitting in first class with Roger on our way to Miami for a vacation. Coming to think of it, it was the very first time I ever went on an actual vacation without Terry. For a fleeting moment I was sad and then I remembered last night and this morning. Oh how I was pissed at Terry, the nerve of the guy. First last night after sissy Petey went into full drama mode when Renee tapped his useless balls with her cane. Throwing my friends out and insisting on cleaning up first. I...

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ReflectionsChapter 16

Terry I had to chuckle to myself – not in front of Clarissa but as soon as I was out the door and on the steps down into the garage. Her face was priceless when I told not in so many words but still to 'shove it'. I'm getting into this mind game thing. Playing the compliant and obedient cuckold hubby and suddenly turn around tell her in a polite way to f ... k herself. That I was no pushover. I did things for her because I wanted to. I had a great time yesterday and felt she deserved a...

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ReflectionsChapter 17

Terry I don't know what had gotten into Clarissa but it sure seemed that old Clarissa, the one I fell in love with is back. But back in my mind I couldn't help but wonder how long it would last. When we got to my room I went to the fridge and grabbed a container of OJ. "Want some Princess? I don't think I've got any fluid left in me." "Yes please, then into bed. But first please wash your face. It's a bit of a mess." We cuddled and kissed goodnight and I must have been asleep...

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ReflectionsChapter 18

We decided on going out to dinner. A new restaurant had opened up not too far from us and I wanted to try it. It was advertised as "Asian Fusion" and I was curious. It turned out to be that they had a conglomeration of Chinese, Thai and Vietnamese dishes and everything we tried was quite good. Once we got back, Terry wanted to do the laundry but I told him to forget it this time. Instead we cuddled for a while on the double lounger on the patio and watched the full moon and a starry...

3 years ago
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ReflectionsChapter 2

The separation and divorce went much better than I had expected. The moving company came the following day and took the kids' things and my personal things to my parents' house. I'm not sure if I mentioned that my parents did have servants, but my mother did ninety percent of watching the kids when they were there before the breakup. She loved kids and was a perfect grandmother. Marlene did show up and sign the papers. Our divorce was final in just a few months. Evelyn came over to see...

3 years ago
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ReflectionsChapter 5

Our time every week was living out a fairy tale. It was like the prince finding Cinderella, or finding Snow White and living happily ever after. I was never a dreamer; I worked hard and expected results. Vicky showed me how to stop and smell the roses. Our time together was full of discovery. I didn't know how life would be without her in it. Now it was time for my family and friends to finally meet her. Max and Deanne were the only ones that had met her. Even they were surprised that she...

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ReflectionsChapter 6

This is the final chapter. Thank you for those who stayed with me on this one. As always a big 'Thank You' to Estragon for his editing and making this a much better read. "Why do you want to go to college?" I asked Vicky. I do have to say it bothered me. I wanted to trust her but because of my past, I was also worried. "I'm taking a citizenship test to become an American citizen. I have to go twice a week for the next six months. My travel visa will expire in nine months." "You...

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ReflectionsChapter 3

I arrived at the airport in France along with one of our financial officers and his wife. Max Riley has been with the company as long as I have and we were good friends. I was the best man at his wedding to his wife Deanna. They made a wonderful couple. They also had two kids, both of whom were also now in college. I remember asking Max if he wanted to go to France and audit a set of books. His wife's reaction made me laugh. "He's not going to Paris without me!" she said. Actually I was...

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Reflection That cant be me

Reflection, No way that is me! By Princess Panty boy I am just a normal guy who will turn 18 the day after tomorrow. I am kind of a little small for my age, but I am not a midget. Unfortunately, I am the smallest person in my high school and that does include the girls too. I have long hair past my shoulders and a thin body frame. I once heard my dad say I was petite. My mom tells me I should be happy about having clear and smooth skin, and such a full thick head of hair. Mom...

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REFLECTION DAY

A cloudy sky blanketed Malibu; the clouds threatened to break open at any moment. I lay in my Reflection hammock, watching the sky and listened as the waves crashed onto the shore with a dangerous vengeance. My daughter and I never missed Reflection day at the end of each month. It had been hard not to push my beliefs off onto my daughter as I raised her, but I had managed to let her find her own way in life. However, Reflection day is something she and I both agreed on. It's an important day...

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Reflection

Note to the reader: This is a seventh in my “Home Alone For The Weekend” series. This story features 14-year-old Michael. He thinks he’s gay. In fact, he is gender-trapped, a female in a male body. He stands barely 1/2” taller than his 6th grade sister Mina, outweighs her by only 2 pounds. He secretly wears her underwear. With the help of some potent weed, a 12-pack of his mom’s Heineken, and his renegade reflection, Michael transforms over the weekend into girlhood. Note that Michael is my...

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Reflection

Anyone who wishes to archive this poem may do so. It's just doggerel really, a trifling thing. Reflection A poem by Veronica Moonlit The Reflection I see is not truly me. I have never liked the image I see. I prefer myself envisioned in my mind, Magical Lady of Moonlight, whose heart is open to thine. Mirrors can't show ones love, soul, or spirit. The things that are inside can't get near it. The Reflection is the shell, not the whole, only a part. The Reflection can't show...

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Reflection

Reflection By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers I can hardly believe I'm about to post my 100th story on fiction mania, so to celebrate a little I decided to go back in time and reflect on how it all began for me. I'm often asked how I got started down this winding path that at first I thought was so narrow yet realized over years how truly wrong I was. In today's internet and social media era you understand right away that you are truly just one of many but more than two decades...

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Reflection

Alyssa and Austin were inseperable from the time they were born, unlike normal siblings they never fight, come to think of it they never argue either. Both like the same things: style, music, fashion, video games, movies, and...eachother. Alyssa is the younger twin: dark raven black hair that cascades down her back, bright blue eyes accentuated by her dark gothic make-up, nice sized breasts, and a slender curvy figure that she doesn't cover up to well with her various mini-skirts and corsets....

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