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The rest of the night was a blur of naked bodies passing on the way back and forth to where Will was lying on the lounger.
There were times when two girls would be on him at once, facing each other as one sat on his face, the other one sitting on his chest.
I remember thinking that he wasn’t getting a facial, he was getting a bath.
I woke up early Sunday morning and looked around at the sleeping bodies, some covered, some lying naked on the lounge chairs.
Brandy and I were spooned up inside one of the large sleeping bags, my dick snuggled between her sexy thighs and my left hand cupping her left titty. I always feel the need to piss as soon as I wake up, so I eased away from Brandy’s sexy ass and staggered to the dressing room.
I looked around for Tara and Will, but didn’t see them anywhere. They must be in the cabana I thought, taking a shower. I started in the cabana and saw them on a bench much like the ones in out dressing rooms at school, but shorter.
Will was lying on his back with his legs on either side of the bench, Tara was sitting straddle his waist, in an upright position. I could hear them talking and didn’t want to interrupt, and almost backed out when I heard Tara say, “Will, I don’t want to wait, I want you to put it in me now. You and Uncle Bill will leave this afternoon and it may be Thanksgiving before we see each other again. I don’t want to wait that long.”
“I want you to be my first and I want to be your first. I know that you want to put your dick in a pussy and my pussy wants it.” Tara continued.
“If you’re sure you want to do this, I’m ready. I want to be your first also.” Will said, as Tara slid back to try and catch the head of his dick in her tight pussy.
“I’m so wet that your dick just slips past my hole instead of going in, can you raise the head of it up some Will.” Tara asked, almost whining.
Will reached under her and pushed his dick up and she sat down, again trying to capture it inside her slick lips. Again it slipped past her tight little sex hole and up between her butt cheeks.
I felt bad about spying on them, but this was so hot to watch, I wish there was some way I could help them. They both want it so bad and I hate to see them get so frustrated that they lose the feeling they have at this moment.
“Oooooooh, I thought it was going in me that time,” Tara said as she kept hunching her butt back and forth on his groin.
“I wish Rick would wake up and come in here, he has more experience that the rest of us, he could help us.”
“He would too, he would show us how to do it right and make sure we did it so we felt pleasure instead of pain.”
I coughed as if trying to clear my throat as I entered the room, I looked at them as if surprised and said, “Oops, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in on you like this.”
“Rick,” Tara said loudly, “We’re so glad you came in, please help us get Will’s dick inside me, I want him to be my first and we’ve been trying, but it keeps slipping past my hole.”
“If you really want me to I will, but I may have to get personal with you both to do this.” I told them as I walked over and stood behind them.
“This is some sexy sight Tara, I wish I had a camcorder to get this on tape.” I told her with a laugh.
“Will, you just stay as you are, Tara I want you to slid back just a bit and tuck your sexy little butt under so as to line up better. Yes that’s it, now hold it right there Tara,” I told her as I took Will’s dick with my fingers and raised it up to her dripping, tight slit.
“Tara, I want you to lower yourself until you feel the head of his dick touch your pussy, then you lean your upper body back just a bit and ease down to get the head inside you. I’ll hold it in place for you.”
Tara did as I told her and I watched as the head of Will’s dick came in contact with her pussy lips, pushing them in instead of spreading them. This girl was as tight and small as Brandy, and was going to take some extra effort to keep this from being painful.
“Keep easing down slowly Tara, don’t try to take too much at one time.” I told her as she pushed just a bit more down onto his dick. Will’s dick was about five and a half inches long, but was a good size around, and this was the problem so far.
“Tara, I am going to put my fingers on each side of your pussy and spread your lips just a bit, OK.” I said.
“Yesss,” Tara hissed, “whatever it takes, just get his dick in me.” She said and moaned.
Since Will’s dick was tight up against her, and indented into her pussy a bit, I took my fingers off it. I got down directly behind Tara’s butt, between their legs. Then I placed my hands on each of her butt cheeks with my thumbs as close to Will’s dick as I could get them on either side. Gripping her butt cheeks in each hand, I pushed my thumbs tightly against her smooth little wet lips. Once I had a good grip, I pulled them apart, opening her to let the head of his dick slip inside her about an inch.
“Oooooooh,” Tara responded again as she felt him inside her pussy finally.
“Now Tara, without letting the head of Will’s dick slip out, you raise your body upright as you lower your butt to take more of it inside your pussy.” I explained to her.
With him lodged inside her now, I removed my hands from her sexy butt cheeks, then placed one on the small of her back, just above her butt crack. With the other, I reached around and put the palm of my hand just below her ribcage, pressing her back as I pushed on her upper butt with my other hand.
This did the trick, as I was pulling her upper body back and pushing her butt forward, I also used down pressure. She got the message and lowered her butt all the way to sit on Will’s upper thighs.
I stepped back and told them to go for it, the rest was up to them.
Neither said a word, but as I went over to piss, I looked back toward them and they were in a wild fuck frenzy.
Bonnie and Brandy, along with the rest of the girls took disposable wet-n-wipes and wiped the wetness from themselves the rest of the day, then collected and placed all of them in a zip lock bag for Will to take home with him.
This was the only way they could think of to make sure he had some of the ‘potion’ needed to keep his face and chest coated.
Will’s dad came by a little after three pm and they started their trip home. The rest of us drifted home later after swimming for a while longer.
Monday morning, I was up and headed for the park to jog, wondering if Priscilla would be there. I had not heard from her or seen her since Thursday afternoon.
When I turned the corner and headed to the park entrance I saw her sports car parked over to the side of the main entrance.
I felt good getting back into the routine of jogging again and eased into a pretty fast pace as I kept looking for her on the path ahead.
I made a complete lap around the half mile jogging path and still didn’t see her, so I kicked up my pace and started another lap. I saw her then as she went around a bend up ahead of me. My heart skipped a beat, glad that she was here and glad that I would get to see her.
Priscilla was moving at a pretty good pace herself, but I easily came up behind her. The sight of her long sexy legs, and her sexy butt under the silk running shorts was enough to make me want her right here in the park. I remembered my conversation with my mom and knew I had to be careful.
I caught up with her and when she saw me, she slowed to a walk and smiled at me, that did it!
“Good morning sexy teacher, you sure look good in those new running shorts.” I greeted her.
“Good morning to you too Rick, you always look good, no matter what you have on,” she came back and smiled again.
“Congratulations on a great game the other night, you thrilled the whole crowd with your play.” She told me.
“Well, it was the play of the whole team, not just me.” I said, not wanting the credit for the win.
“Yes it was a team win, but you are the star of the team and everyone in the stands knew that by the end of the game.” Priscilla told me.
Not wanting to drag this out, I told her that my mom wanted to meet with her this week and wanted me to be there too, so we could discuss the things they had talked about at the game.
I didn’t tell her that mom knew about us, I didn’t know how to tell her.
“That’s wonderful, tell her that I’ll be free all afternoon each day this week, we have teachers’ conference in the mornings.” She told me.
“That will work out good for me and I am sure her too.” I told her. I couldn’t help but stare at the top she had on, it was one of those wide sports top that women wear. They must have some kind of bra built in them because her tits were mashed almost flat underneath the tight material. I could see her hard little nipples trying to poke through.
She noticed me staring, “This is one of the outfits I bought last week, it’s is not even the most daring one I have,” she said with a sly smile. “I’m just not brave enough to wear the others out in public yet.”
Priscilla glanced at her watch and gasped, “I need to get a move on, I have an early meeting today with the vice principal, Will you be here tomorrow?” she asked.
“Yes, I plan to keep up my jogging, and I was really hoping you would too, I always look forward to this time spent with you.” I told her.
When we came to the main entrance and the parking lot, Priscilla reached out and touched my arm, then was gone in a flash of silk and spandex toward her car.
I rushed home to shower, meet Ben, then on to practice.
The rest of the week went much the same as my routine finally had some regularity to it. We were still doing the two a days at practice and I started my workouts at the gym again with more energy to burn than ever.
On Thursday, the day of our game, we met for morning practice and worked out without pads, going through all our plays and assignments over and over until we all felt comfortable with them.
Our game was scheduled for four pm on our home field and Coach Miller told us all to be there at two thirty for a team meeting before the game.
After practice I headed downtown to the gym, wanting to get a good workout, since we didn’t work that hard this morning. Jeri was waiting for me and had me warmed up and sweating in no time, as she pushed me then let me wind down, only to push me more and more.
An hour and a half of this and I really felt good about myself. I took a shower and put on a fresh pair of training shorts and short jersey with the team logo on them. Then packed my back pack and headed on into town, I wanted to swing by the mall to see where Senora Gonzales’ shop was and maybe scope it out some.
I was about 15 minutes from the mall when I left the gym, so I made my way through the downtown area, and then on out where the freeway comes by the edge of the city limits. The mall is there along with all the fast food places and all sorts of mini malls and supermarkets.
I parked my bike at the bike stands near the central entrance and went into the cool air of the mall.
I’m familiar with the layout but don’t know all the shops or I would have remembered the ‘Rojo Caliente Pimienta’.
I went up to the food court on the second level and got an order of taco’s and a big drink, then walked over to where the tables were overlooking the lower level. From here I could see down the mall in front of me on the lower level as well as the shops both ways on the upper level.
I looked around but didn’t see anyone I recognized so I tore into my tacos. I looked for napkins and saw some nearby on a condiment stand. I hurried over and got a handful, I was getting taco sauce all over me.
Now I am in business I thought as I went back to my eating.
I was sitting at a small table with two chairs along the rail of the balcony overlooking the main entrance, not really looking at anyone, but scoping the girls as they walked along the lower, and the top level.
I saw two really hot Latino girls about my age walking along laughing and pointing in the store windows on the lower level. They were both dressed in red short shorts and white crop top shirts with red sandals on their feet. I don’t know what they call those shorts, but it seems that all the girls are wearing them now.
Brandy had a pair on yesterday and they were almost like a coat of paint across her butt cheeks and her crotch, and couldn’t be more than six inches from the waist down to leg opening.
Brandy wore hers without panties she told me, because her mom wouldn’t let her wear them as the other girls did, with thong panties and the top of the thong exposed above the shorts.
The two girls came to the escalator and started up to the level I was on. The bottom of escalator was below me and reached my level in the direction I was facing. The girls were still laughing and giggling as they rode up, one of them was a step or two above the other and facing backwards.
She looked up my way for just a second and saw me watching them.
She must have said something to her friend because they both looked my way then back at one another, with more giggles and hands over mouths. By the time they reached the top, they were both turned back toward me and still looking my way. I wasn’t sure if they were scoping me out, but I was sure scoping them out. They were some really sexy looking, fine specimens of young Latino womanhood.
I watched them until they went around a corner and out of sight, then I looked up and saw the restroom sign near where they had gone. Maybe they’ll come back this way and I’ll get to see them as they go back down, I thought and started eating more tacos.
As I ate, I looked down again at the lower level of the mall and saw many more girls, there were a lot of young Latinos walking along, some with older women, some with friends, some alone.
I kept a watch but never saw the two giggling Latino girls go back down the escalator, so I thought maybe I had missed them.
I was down to one taco now and was getting full.
I leaned back and took a big sip of my drink and nearly choked as I saw them. They were coming right toward me, each with a tray of food and a drink.
I fought to keep from coughing up the drink that had gone down wrong, now’s not the time to get all choked up, just as I needed to be like Joe Cool.
The girls were eying me, I knew they were, as I sneaked a look up at them. They made their way to a table that was turned broadside to mine about twenty feet from where I sat facing them. Each time I took a slow sip of my drink, I would bend my head over then raise my eyes to get another look.
They sat down, both leaned over toward me and put their small red purses on the floor near their feet, raising their eyes to look my way, we all three froze for what seemed like five minutes as we made eye contact for the first time. I’m sure it only lasted five seconds, but I felt my heart speed up and my dick wake up.
As they rose up, they looked at one another, giggled and started speaking animatedly in Spanish, smiling and laughing with more glances my way.
Now I knew they were scoping me. I leaned back and turned around slowly and stretched my arms out, looking all around the room, trying to look as if I were bored. Sure enough, there was no one behind me, so it had to be me they were looking at and talking about.
Both girls had coal black hair, one was long and straight and reached to her below butt, the other was shorter and pulled back in a pony tail.
The one with the longer hair reached back and took a handful of her long slick hair, pulled it up and to her face and rubbed it against her cheek. Then she held it in one hand and ran her other hand down the mane as if rubbing a cat or dog’s head and neck, over and over.
The other girl burst out laughing and after an exchange of words, they both looked my way again.
I was beginning to think now that they were making fun of the gringo kid with long hair.
The good feeling I had as I scoped them earlier started to go away, leaving an empty space they both had filled just seconds before.
They were looking my way more than ever now, and I was getting irritated, I wasn’t going to sit here and be the object of their joking.
I heard the words ‘am a riya’ as the girl stroked her long mane of hair she had pulled around in front of her.
I remembered those words from Friday when I met Senora Gonzales, she spoke them as she touched my hair.
I wonder if it means something about hair, maybe they weren’t making fun of me after all. I decided to stay until I at least finished my drink, which I hardly sipped now when I put the straw to my lips.
OK, when my drink is empty, I’ll leave. Until then I’ll ignore them and see what happens. I wish I’d gotten the bigger cup now.
“HEY Rick Dalton,” someone yelled from across the open food court. I turned to see our right offensive tackle walk by with his girlfriend hanging on his arm. This guy is my age and twice as big, he can block like a charging buffalo and I love to follow his blocks.
I waved to him and he hollered back, ‘ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL’, and laughed like hell as they walked on.
I turned back toward the two Latino girls and saw them in a heated conversation. The one with the butt length black hair jumped up and briskly walked to a newspaper stand, put some coins in and grabbed a paper out.
She turned to the inside section as she walked back to the table, then she shoved the paper in front of the other girl and pointed to it, then turned and looked me in the eye and pointed to me.
Uh Oh, I wonder what this is about, I thought as I saw the girl that was seated look at me then up at her friend with wide eyes.
I was trying to see what was going on without it being so obvious that I was looking. The girl that had gotten the paper, the one with the beautiful long black silky hair, grabbed the paper, folded it and crammed it under her arm, then grabbed her tray with the half eaten food on it.
She walked, or maybe marched, to the waste disposal and dumped tray and all in it, then marched back and got her drink.
I hated that they had gotten into an argument, and ducked my head as she turned toward me. I didn’t even look up until I saw some red toenails sticking out of some red sandals, strapped on some slender feet, that were hooked to some long, tan sexy legs, standing beside my table.
I did look up then, right into some of the sexiest eyes I had ever seen, they were smoke gray, and had very little makeup around them.
Those eyes were looking right back into mine too, and then she smiled. Here was another set of pretty white teeth that were so perfectly matched, and they lit up her face.
I had been trying to take a sip from my drink when I saw her feet, and sipped too hard as the straw made a long gurgling sound that could be heard in the parking lot. I shoved the cup and straw back and almost dropped it as I sat it on the table. So much for Joe Cool, I thought.
“Are you ‘THE’ Rick Dalton?” She asked me with a smooth, easy voice and faint accent.
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I have a cool job that allows me to travel, see new places and meet people from all over the world. Each year in April, I get a visit from two Japanese businessmen, Raizo Kinjo and his younger b*****r, Hayato . They leave Japan and travel the world in search of merchandise to purchase for their f****y business. They are very small men and I tower over them like a giant. I am their protector when they are with me. The Kinjo b*****rs love American women. When they visit they expect me to provide...
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The American Bride In the early days of Michaelmas Term, when the showers of summer have given way to the glorious, cool, sunny days of October, the Thames Valley takes on a mellow autumnal atmosphere. The grass is still green, the trees still in leaf. Roses still bloom before the cottages and families still walk along the towpaths, enjoying the fine weather. The days grow shorter. The farmers attend to the haying and harvests, and on especially clear days one can see for miles,...
It was a terrible situation, but Allyson decided to make the best of it. She lost her room, her clothes, and all her status, such as it was, but she still believed in John, and if nothing else, she still believed in herself. She’d work harder than ever. She’d prove to John that she was worthy of his love. The next couple weeks were a continuous routine of cleaning, scrubbing, washing, ironing, serving, cooking, and her weekly humiliation at the hands of an old pervert. At first she was asked...
The two women helped each other down the stairs. Both had a lot on their minds. The younger woman, Allyson, was recovering from a vicious beating. She didn’t actually need help, not in a physical sense, but her emotional situation was far different. At the moment she felt about as needy as she’d ever been in her entire life, and from the standpoint of a former foster child who’d spent her whole childhood shuttled from facility to facility much like a water bucket passed from hand to hand...
Disclaimer Copyright, 2012, Patricia Steel ([email protected]) Do whatever you want with this story, only keep my name attached, please. Please report any and all orgasms arrived at through reading and masturbating to these words. I love knowing that I am deliberately manipulating your mind into an erotic state. Thanks, and Enjoy. Chapter 1 I don’t know what his business is. The only time I asked him, we were riding in his limo, on the way to a Japanese opera, and he...
Having gotten word from Hannah that Paul had been to see Allyson John left work early. He had his suspicions. He thought somebody had been seeing her, and somebody had tipped over the apple cart regarding the judge. Who else but Paul? Yes Paul was a problem. He had to be dealt with. Meanwhile back at the house, after Paul left Allyson continued with her usual routines, cleaning, scrubbing, and just generally trying to keep busy. If what Paul had intimated was at all true then just maybe John...
Callum hurried down the vacant school corridor on his way to the lesson. He was already ten minutes late. He turned a sharp corner and all of a sudden collided with someone coming in the other direction. His bag went flying, spilling out the entirety of its contents on to the floor.The embarrassment of that alone would have been bad enough but at the bottom of his bag were a pair of leather handcuffs which, along with the rest of the bahs contents, were now scattered across the floor....
I was working in the tourist trade on the Island that I live on just off the south coast of the UK mainland and I was working hard this day in the Hotel Bar when I met these two American Ladies and the husband of one of them, well these where the first Americans I had met and they where so nice and easy to get on with, they where so friendly and I got to know them very well over the next week. Bill the man wanted to buy my tartan hat from me one night when he saw me getting ready to go home,...
An America Girl in Aden by Aurelius(The story takes place in Aden, a small British trading port in South Yemen, Arabia. The year is 1880.)As-salaam 'aleikum.wa 'aleiku-salaam. The visitors responded.Welcome, welcome. Please seat yourselves. Be at ease. You are honoured guests in my humble home.Mr. and Mrs. Walter Carrstairs sat down nervously on a plush upholstered chaise, anxious not to cause offence to their host. This rich Yemenis home was the...
Allyson involuntarily leaned back on the steps, her naked rear end on the edge of the third step from the bottom brushing up against the rough pile of the carpeted stairs. Her clothes were in a pile on the floor around her socked feet, her hands were tied behind her back with the shoes strings from the saddle shoes Hannah had bought her. Her hair was mussed, and had she been able to see, her lipstick was smudged. Standing in front of her were two young men, a third, the one who’d knotted her...
At first the call from Audra caught the boys off guard, but they quickly recovered. While Wayne pulled the sleeping bags out of the tent and rolled to them up, Paul loaded the fishing gear and coolers. Aubrey soon had the tent down, and after a walk over to clean up any litter they were on their way. All three were tired so to keep awake they started to chatter. A number of things came up, but in the back of everyone’s mind there was only one topic that anyone cared about. ‘So she wants to...
Dressed in a slutty school girl costume, Callie took to the stage. The heavy bass of the music pounded out the rhythm as she bumped and gyrated down the narrow runway between club members. She blew out her bubblegum until it popped loudly and winked at a regular patron before skipping back to the pole in the centre of the dance area and began a nasty series of moves, grinding and humping against the big pole.Though nineteen, she looked the epitome of a naughty school girl and had many fans...
Dressed in a slutty school girl costume, Callie took to the stage. The heavy bass of the music pounded out the rhythm as she bumped and gyrated down the narrow runway between club members. She blew out her bubblegum until it popped loudly and winked at a regular patron before skipping back to the pole in the centre of the dance area and began a nasty series of moves, grinding and humping against the big pole.Though nineteen, she looked the epitome of a naughty school girl and had many fans...
By mid-morning the Hanson’s had managed to get Allyson back to their house. Mrs. Hanson, Audra, helped her upstairs and back into Paul’s bedroom. Allyson had been given a heavy dose of antibiotics, a mild pain killer, and a sedative to calm her down. Audra was thankful the doctors had medicated her so heavily since it had made it easier to get her settled. All the way back Allyson tried valiantly to assert herself, she insisted she’d soon be OK and able to start back out on her own. Audra knew...
“Really?” she asks me with a curious smile. “That’s what some psychological studies have suggested”, I reply. A psychoanalytical suggestion that men are attracted to the female’s butt because it stands for the breasts seems to intrigue Allyson, my 19 years old Australian student. She is one of the most lively and vivacious girls amongst the 31 odds students from Italy, France, Chile, Argentina, US, India, Iran, Japan, Korea and Australia who are in the international graduate exchange programme...
TabooI don't normally write from a male perspective... so, go easy on me :)--I was, by any measure, a successful man. Finance director at a Fortune 500 company, fast car, beautiful wife, gorgeous home in an affluent part of town. I had it all, yet I threw it all away and became a sissy bitch with barely a second thought. And it all started with Cally.Cally owned my world and she didn't even know it. She was one of the P.A.s from across the hall. She worked for Hunter Chesterton, if I remember...
Caleb Douglas is the name and I’m a young African-American stud who’s having the time of his life. Seriously. Why is that? Well, let’ s see. I’m a full-scholarship student at Ripley College in Boston, Massachusetts. Ripley College was founded in the year 1950 by philanthropist and popular author Patricia Ripley and her husband, billionaire Thomas Highland Smith. They passed away ten years later but the Ripley & Smith Foundation has continued to look after the fledging college, providing...
There was a small family resturant down the street from the hotel we were staying at. A nice place, the main thing that stuck in my mind was all the blue tile on the walls and floor. A little while after we began our meal, I decided to go grab a smoke and draw, maybe wander around a little. I am what you would call a considerate smoker and chose to light up outside, being it was daylight my mother figured I couldn't get into too much trouble by wandering. I walked out to the...
September 1, 2007, I remember that day well. Michigan Wolverines fans wish they could forget that day. That was the day their football program took a huge hit. Since that day they haven't fully recovered. That was the day I hooked up with my first American. I was still reeling from Kira, and I was glad to get away for a couple days. I went with a few buddies down to Ann Arbor to watch that game. For me, I wanted to hit a game when the weather was still warm. We fully expected a blowout, and...
College SexMilena Dorin awakened from her slumber. She grabbed her iPhone and pressed the button to see the time. It was 6:14 a.m. She decided to get up and bathe. She walked into the master bathroom of her palatial two-bedroom, two-bath downtown condo. She pulled her douching apparatus from beneath the sink. She cleaned out her 40-inch ass. After completing that task, she hopped in the shower. The steamy, hot water felt good against her milky-white skin. She scrubbed her curvaceous figure with a purple...
Sold as an American Bride By Jena Corso Michael and James were having a great time at their business conference in Moscow. After three days they had begun to make the business contacts they felt they needed if they were going to succeed in opening the Russian branch for the firm. On our fourth night they were beginning to adjust to the time difference and enjoying dinner and a few cocktails when Michael received an unexpected phone call. As Michael hung up the phone he stared at...
Xavier watched Ameena flee when she saw him. Hecursed under his breath. He was never going to fuck her if shekept avoiding him. She'd been wearing a small bikini giving him aquick glance at an incredible body. When his prey was out ofsight, Xavier finally noticed her husband had been standingnearby. "Your wife have a problem with black men?"Norman Howard was leaning over an expensive looking digitalcamera on a tripod. He'd been trying to photograph his wife andlooked upset that he'd been...
Bye Bye Miss American Pie. Codes: M/F, Spanking, Romance.It was Friday night and the big city blues were in full swing. Amidst the swirl of alcohol and misty tobacco I was with a few of the (motley) crew from lower south side getting totally blitzed on cheap vodka and snakebites as we sat listening to the sound of rebellion coming from the Fat Larry jukebox.Call me Joe by the way. At last count I'm 25 going on 40. Looks wise I'm tall, dark but nothing special at all. Anyway, I looked better in...
Last winter, during a January marked by both voluntary and involuntary shutdowns of Washington, DC, I went to a large room at 26 Federal Plaza in lower Manhattan to swear allegiance to a government that at the time was having trouble staying open for business. With about fifty other people from a broad swath around the globe, I walked in a citizen of another place and walked out an American. There were several Chinese people like myself in the group, but I was the only Canadian. We all came...
Disaster Averted The change to the new order of things had begun with Monica Bushnell. With the support of the ACLU and NOW, she sued, citing the double standard of men being able to be bare chested in public and women not having that right. The case, Bushnell vs Cuomo, had gone to the Supreme Court after reversals and appeals at lower court levels. In a seven to two decision, for which the Chief Justice wrote the majority opinion, the law of the land was interpreted to mean that women had the...
The old man's hand was trembling, as he shook another hand. It seemed that everyone wanted to thank him for his service, before they meandered away and ignored the shape his country was in. It was another Fourth of July, and the old man was grieving over what he saw in the news, and on the streets of his country. "Thank you for your service," another young man said, "and Happy Fourth of July," he continued as he reached for the old man's hand. "Celebrate it while you can," the old man...
I knew now, knew without the slightest doubt, what my subconscious had been trying to tell me. The Oasis aftermath. The Gunthers. Or the Meriwethers. Or maybe both. Almost certainly Gunner. I had been the instigator of the Gunthers’ downfall. Was probably the symbol. Hated symbol. And the Gunther collapse was tied directly to the arrests of David and Charles Meriwether. The Buckshot Video was similar to the FaceTime video I’d saved on my laptop. When Greta Gunther blew the head off one of...
Fourteen year old Adam writhed in pain. He was lying on his bed with nipple clamps attached firmly to his chest and handcuffs securing him to the bed frame. Intermittently his 17 year old step brother Callum whipped him across his bare chest with a flogger further increasing his discomfort. I should say at this point the story isn’t going to be about the bondage games Adam and Callum played together. You see, when Callum and his mother had first moved in with Adam the two boys discovered they...
It was a sunny Friday afternoon. Adam was relaxing in his room when he heard a sudden shattering of glass downstairs. He ran down the stairs to find one of the front windows was now in pieces all over the floor, a frisbee laid on the carpet in amongst the glass. Just as moved to the door to look for the culprits the door bell sounded. Two girls from his school, Tilly and Summer, stood at the doorstep with guilty expressions on their faces.?Hi.? Said Tilly. ?We’re really sorry but it was us...
Leo's entire life has been devoted to sexual exploration and so it was with his ambition as Sasha. I was driving a taxi part-time, a job recommended by my football coach when I met Matisha. I didn't recognize her as a man, she was that good. She was coming out of a motel with a truck driver and wearing a large cowboy belt buckle and shiny black boots. Matisha's legs were bronzed brown in a wrap around red dress that hugged her sexy hips. I considered fucking her myself, so after dropping off...
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