Hartstein A Hartstein Story Chapter 2
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With everyone trying to recover from the avalanche of sex that the four had launched, Jim went to the kitchen and without asking, made everyone a much stronger drink, double shots of tequila for the girls and double scotches for the guys.
Celia, nude except for a Tee top she’d thrown on after her watching Paul fuck her friend, and occasional lover, Joanna. Both men remained nude, while Joanna had a towel draped across her lower extremities.
It wasn’t long before a second round was needed, and Paul got up to do the honors. As he poured the liquor into a fresh set of glasses, he asked the others, “What do we do next? I mean, I’m all for another session...” he pointed to his semi-flaccid penis and added, “but my friend, and yours...” he grinned and nodded at Joanna, “appear to be in need of a brief respite.”
Jim stood up and flipped his penis with two fingers and said, “My guy’s not dead, but he sure needs a transfusion of sorts ... I wonder, Joanna could you give me an energy transfusion?”
Everyone laughed, and as Paul brought the drinks back to the others, Joanna sank down to her knees, ready to comply with Jim’s request.
“Hey, hey,” Paul chirped, not revealing any rancor at Jim for asked Joanna for a blowjob. “Don’t make the poor girl waste all that sucking power on your limp dick. Let’s do something creative.”
“Like what?” Celia asked, showing interest.
“Mmmm, yeah,” Joanna said from her kneeling position.
“Well, we could all use some ... refresher time, so what if we entertained one another with how we had our first introductions to sex?”
“Ewe!” Celia gasped. “First times suck!”
“Oh now you’ve gone and spoiled the ending of your story!” Paul chided, obviously kidding her. Everyone, Celia included laughed at his quick response.
Paul waited a moment and then said, “What I meant was we tell about our initial sexual experiences. If the first time was a bummer, skip it and go to that really good first time. If we appear entertained by your story, keep going until you feel you have to stop.
Celia jumped in saying: “You mean like telling something that the others may not know about?”
“Yeah, that’s the idea,” Paul answered.
“Well then,” Celia said, “Me and my college roomie used to go down on each other, pretending Jim had just come in us.”
Jim nearly spat out his drink as the words left her mouth because that was not at all where he thought the conversation was going.
“Can you say that again?” Paul asked, leaning in closer. Celia’s blush was slight, but obvious, and he wondered if she had meant to say it out loud.”And for the record, who’s the ‘we’ you refer too?”
Celia brightened at the question, and quickly replied, “That would have been Jacqueline. Remember her guys? I don’t think Joanna ever met her. She left school during sophomore year. Preggers, you know?”
“I didn’t know...” Jim said.
“I never met her, at least I don’t recall having met her,” Paul said.
Celia was quick to pick up on her husband’s weak reply. “You didn’t know? Could you have been the one to knock her up?”
“Umm, Paul interjected, “This is going off track, guys.”
“I just want to know if Jim here, knocked up my roomie,” Celia was pissed, or appeared so.
Taking a deep breath, Jim answered his wife’s accusation. “No, I certainly didn’t knock her up. The closest thing to sex I ever had with her was bumping into her tits by accident when coming out of your bathroom one time. I didn’t know she was coming in at the same time I was going out.”
“I know,” Celia said with a smug smile. I just wanted to bust your balls, baby!”
“CELIA!” Jim yelled in exasperation. Joanna and Paul clutched each other while they laughed at the trick Celia had pulled on her husband.
“Is there any story here, Celia, or are you busting all our humps?” Paul inquired.
“Oh, yeah, sorry guys ... Jacqueline and I wanted Jim, you know, we girls fantasize. Anyway, we took turns, wondering what it would be like if we hooked up with you.”
“Now you tell me you were all hot for me!” Jim laughed and both women joined him.
“I used to make stories up, just to tease her ... I’d tell her I heard you getting it on with some girl a door or two down the hall, or that we’d just finished a quickie in the alley down the street. Jackie wanted to hear this shit ... can you believe it? I mean, I’m making it up as I go along and she knows what I’m doing, but still get’s hotter than a two dollar pistol from my telling her a piece of fiction.”
“People relate to fiction,” Paul said matter-of-factly, “I should know, I make a living at it.”
“Don’t I know it?” Celia said giddily. I mean like, I’d stumble into the room and tell her it had happened. Then I’d push her down onto my bed, my hand in her hair as she begged to hear more. By the time I felt her mouth on my thigh she was practically cumming and I was right behind her. She dove in, eating my pussy like she was crazy. ‘I can taste him’ she’d moan, fucking me with her tongue. ‘I can taste his cum inside you.’”
Paul leaned back and took a drink, wondering if he had been that clueless in school or on reconsidering the decent number of girls he’d had in college, perhaps it was the present day that he was being foolish.
“I wish you had told me, honey,” Jim finally said, kissing Celia’s fingers. “I mean, I might have been able to help.”
“It was just a fantasy, baby,” she said with a shrug. “Besides, it was the only way I could get her to go down on me. Sometimes you have to be creative.”
And that set the tone for the next forty-seven minutes.
Joanna broke her silence at that point to say, “Well I’m ready to fess up about my first time, or should I say times?”
“Tell us anyway you want too, Joanna.” Paul said softly, having noticed her hand clenching the towel on her lap.
“I guess everything started when I was in high school. Back then my ass and legs were already shapely, although my chest had barely started developing. My girl friends and I were coming home from a movie. It had started to rain and we didn’t want to walk, so we called Cynthia’s dad and he rescued us and picked us up in front of the theatre. In recent months I’d often caught him checking me out the sneaky way men, especially fathers do, which always creeped me out. Anyway, I wound up in the front seat sitting next to him. Cynthia and my other two girl friends were in the back. Why Cynthia wasn’t up front has always puzzled me, and I wondered if she and her father planed it that way.”
“Why would you say that?” Celia asked.
“Let me tell the story, please, Celia, okay?”
“Yeah ... sorry.”
“It was late and while the drive wasn’t all that long, we girls all lived a distance apart. That’s another reason why I wondered why I was sitting up front. Well, I didn’t have all that long to wonder about it.
We were all starting to fall asleep. Suddenly I felt Cynthia’s dad’s hand on my leg.” Joanna raised an eyebrow as she spoke her next words. “Of course, being smart ass high school girls, we just had to wear the shortest skirts possible. By that I mean, the max our parents would allow.
“So there I was looking down at his hand moving from my knee to the upper portion of my thigh. I coughed once to see if that would get him to take his hand off, but he pretended like nothing was happening.
I really was at a loss as what to do. I mean, had it been a high school senior, I’d have smacked the hand away. I was embarrassed, worse I didn’t want my girlfriends to wake up with me fighting Cynthia’s dad off. So I stayed silent.
Then his hand was under my skirt. As short as it was he wasn’t too far away from pay dirt, you know?”
I tried to stop him, but two things happened. One, he was stronger than me. Two, he lost control of the car and nearly wrecked it; but managed to gain control and just kept driving. His hand never left my thigh. I figured he’d rather kill us all than take his fuckin’ hand away, so I gave in.
“So there he was, hand between my legs. I tried to hold them together but, again, there wasn’t much I could do without waking everyone up. So I decided to just endure it, because I knew we’d be home soon.
He started rubbing my pussy through my panties. I felt helpless to stop him. It was humiliating. I felt even more humiliated when I started feeling pleasure from what he was doing to me.
Oh the bastard did quite the job on my clit. He knew what he was doing, He rubbed it and he tweaked it, had me wetter than I get in the shower. I had to bite my lip to stop from moaning,
and then my orgasm hit me. I couldn’t help moaning, but it was through clenched teeth and the radio was on, so my girlfriends didn’t wake up.
But I gotta tell ya, it was the most intense and pleasurable orgasm I had ever had. It lasted forever. My whole body shook, and I felt like a flood of pleasure flowed from my toes to the tips of my fingers.
And Cynthia’s dad knew it.
Later that year I lost my virginity. Yeah ... the fucking Prom, doesn’t everyone? He was a hunky college guy I’d just started dating. I suppose you want to know how he rated in the Richter Scale orgasm-wise ... so let’s just say it was okay. It didn’t hurt, but I didn’t get off either. Still, I was happy to no longer be a virgin.
“Just two more ... shall we say, incidents and I’m done. So ... in my school you had to get at least a C+ average in all your classes, or you couldn’t play sports. During my senior year I failed the mid-term math exam, and I was about to be kicked off the cheerleading squad. I felt like my life was ruined. I begged the math teacher, Mr. Jorgenson, to let me re-take the exam. He agreed, but he said I first had to take extra lessons after school, or else I’d probably just fail it again.
Now Sigmund the shrink might take issue with what follows; but what did I know at eighteen, anyway? Well, I knew how to tease guys and I impishly decided to tease Mr. Jorgenson during the after school study sessions.
Sooo, first day, first session, I wore a snug turtleneck that showed off my little girl apples, the mandatory short skirt, white tights and flats. Typical attire for the average teenage slut, right?”
I purposely fidgeted in my seat, crossing and re-crossing my legs and letting my skirt inch up my thighs. Mr. Jorgenson sat at his desk and quizzed me, all the while ogling my legs.
The next day I intentionally dressed like a school girl, knowing older men like Mr. Jorgenson liked that. I’d seen a recent copy of Hustler and followed the starlet’s dress to a T. Well I wore undies, she didn’t, but you see where I’m going with this, right?
There I was short pleated skirt, starched tailored blouse, knee high socks and saddle shoes. I had to endure my friend’s comments, “Saddle shoes? Ugh, where’d you find them?”
But it was worth it. The whole time I felt Mr. Jorgenson’s eyes on me. When I spoke he didn’t look at my face. Instead he looked at my mouth, like he was imagining what it would be like to kiss me, or feel my lips around his you-know-what.
It went on like this for three days. I have to admit, teasing him turned me on. It was thrilling to have this type power over him. Every night I played with myself to an incredible orgasm.
I came down to Earth on Friday when I re-took the test, but only got a C-. I was devastated, and knew I’d be kicked out of cheerleading. I was near tears when I felt Mr. Jorgenson’s hand on my arm. His eyes were on my chest. “I know cheerleading is important to you,” he said. “There might be something you can do to raise your grade ... if you can keep a secret.”
I felt his hand on my back, tracing along my bra strap. “I won’t do that,” I said warily. Teasing was one thing, but I wasn’t going to prostitute myself.
“No, no, not that,” he said hurriedly.
“Then -- what do you want?”
He looked nervous. Looking back, I know he planned all of this from the start, but he knew how much trouble he’d be in if he got caught.
“Do you swear you’ll never tell anyone?” he said. He tried to sound domineering, but I sensed his uneasiness. “If you say anything, I’ll deny it all and get you expelled. Getting kicked out of cheerleading will be the least of your worries.”
I nodded. I didn’t know what to expect, but his nervousness made me feel more confident, despite his threats.
“Take off your shoes,” he demanded.
“What?” looking bewildered.
“Please,” he practically pleaded, abruptly losing his domineering demeanor.
I stepped out of my flats. He ogled my feet, and then his eyes moved up my legs. “Turn around and walk to the wall, and then walk back slowly.”
I did as he asked. It was weird, but harmless. The entire time his eyes hungrily ogled my legs and feet.
“So beautiful,” he said longingly. “Now pull up your skirt.”
He saw the alarm on my face and quickly added, “I won’t touch you! I just want to look!”
He hadn’t touched me – other than briefly rubbing my back – and I could always scream or run away. The door was closed, but not locked. So I felt safe. I lowered my hands and raised my skirt.
“Please, more, and slowly,” he begged, when I stopped just below my panties.
I couldn’t believe the change in Mr. Jorgenson. Just moments ago he had been the dominating teacher. Now he was practically groveling at my feet. I couldn’t believe how much power I had over him. It aroused me. “Do you promise to give me an A?” I asked, wanting to test my new found power. “Not just for this test, but for the rest of the year?”
“Yes!” he agreed immediately. “Now, please, just raise your skirt, I want to see...”
I raised my skirt to my waist. My white tights weren’t quite opaque, so he could see through to my lacy bikini panties.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked, the words almost catching in his dry throat.
“No,” I answered truthfully. I wasn’t very experienced – having only done it once – but didn’t say that.
He moaned, like my confession had given him physical pleasure. He fumbled at his zipper, and took out his penis. It was hard, and he started whacking off, not taking his eyes off my crotch. The knowledge that I caused such a reaction in him made me flush with arousal. So when he asked -- “Can I touch you, just a little?” – I nodded my head. I wanted him touching me in a big way.
He covered my mound with his hand. “You’re so wet,” he said, and I knew it was true. I moaned when he rubbed me, desperately wanting the pleasure and release of my rapidly approaching orgasm.
Suddenly our roles were reversed again, with him having the upper hand. He rubbed me harder and faster, and I clung to him for support. He probably felt my breath against his chest as I panted into his shirt.
He knew I needed release, and that gave him confidence. “I knew you weren’t a virgin,” he hissed into my ear. “You’ve been teasing me on purpose, haven’t you?”
“Yeah,” I moaned. At that moment I would’ve said anything to keep him rubbing me, although in this case my admission was the truth.
He grunted, satisfied. “I knew it! You’re a dirty teasing slut, a cock teaser, admit it!”
Surprisingly, I found his taunting a real turn on. Instinctively I began playing along. “You’re right, I like to tease; it turns me on!”
He stopped playing with himself, and with that free hand, he groped my small breasts. “A slut, that’s what you are, and you fuck them after you tease them, don’t you slut, don’t you?” he sneered, rubbing my nipples through my blouse and bra.
Mr. Jorgenson’s rough handling of my pussy and breasts was too much for me and I came, shuddering through an almost violent orgasm. I collapsed into his chest, and he immediately began humping me. Wearing panties and tights, there wasn’t a chance he could penetrate me, which is good because I’m not sure I’d have the will to stop him. But he didn’t seem to care. In fact, he seemed to savor the feel of my wool tights against his penis. Within moments he grunted, and then I felt a warm wetness spreading over my tights.
“Oh, wow, that was soooo hot, Joanna,” Celia cooed.
“Damn right!” Jim agreed.
Paul shook his head, “This is turning out much better than I thought it would.”
“I’m not quite finished,” Joanna said with a wry smile.
“Continue on,” Paul said gallantly waving her on.
“Anyway, I graduated without letting Mr. Jorgenson go any further than he had ... although there were some days and nights I would have welcomed his cock, you know?
“But this is the part I’ve never, ever even hinted at to anyone that wasn’t there at the time. I can’t believe I’m going to tell you guys about it now!”
“C’mon, Jo, you’ve got me salivating,” Jim said. His erection had returned and was pointed at the ceiling. Joanna caught sight of it and licked her lips, but decided she had to finish the story.
Joanna took a deep breath, noticing that her chest was still a favorite object of attention of everyone in the room and felt a twinge of pleasure in her vagina.
Then she began. “Okay, of all things I was asked to house sit for Cynthia’s family. Her Dad of all people! I was to live there for a month while they went to Alaska as a reward for Cynthia’s graduating high school.
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Elizabeth woke once, in a confused half asleep half awake state, she mumbled something and went back to sleep, a deep soothing noise like a big cat purring over her slipped into her dreams, she Mmmmmmmmm'ed as the sound seemed to wash over her, it was a sound both soothing and comforting and yet very arousing, she wanted to get closer to it, snuggle up to it, melt into the purr. She shivered as the cool night air touched her sleep warmed skin, her back arched and she squirmed closer into the...
What really goes on in a model house? Good question. After all, we see them on tv all the time. Young adults locked in a house with 24 hour cams running to broadcast their fights and loves. Such drama. Trust me there is. All these young models come to LA to shoot tv shows, modeling, porn etc and they get tossed into these houses where they pay for a bed for the week, month,whatever. Shit goes down. Take young neophyte Jessica. Blonde, sexy and a newbie hoping to break into porn and be...
xmoviesforyouI know it wasn’t my husband Alan who put me in my present condition, but I hold him responsible. It was Alan who insisted that we take in a lodger to help with the mortgage and it was Alan who insisted on the lodger being a male. Our lodger turned out to be a twenty year old foreign exchange student attending the local university from England named Jamal, who was black. It was also Alan who decided to have a vasectomy two years before following the birth of our second child; otherwise, I...
Its 1:35, and the day is almost over. You're waiting for me at the door as I enter your class. But why should this look strange? Its just a teacher welcoming his students into class. But you and I both know what it really is. Its a chance for both of us to get a reassuring glance to make sure the other is there. Why should we do this we have already seen each other today. You remember, in the staff bathroom you on the seat and me riding you like a cow girl. I take my seat. My eyes are locked on...
Erotic FictionThe ship shuddered, waking Arron, and he stretched and yawned. The ship was no longer rocking so he pulled on his boots and, bending low so as not to strike his head, he made his way above decks and found the ship had docked and lines were being tied. The First Mate spied him. "Good morning, sir, we have arrived, the winds were favorable and we made fast passage. We should have the gang plank out shortly." Arron nodded his thanks and stood back while the crew completed the docking...
Jenna looked over at the gilt edged invitation and rolled her eyes. She still couldn’t believe she had actually been convinced to attend a masquerade ball on Halloween night. She muttered to herself as she struggled to get into her harem girl costume. She’d wanted the cute Little Bo Peep outfit, but it had been snatched right out of her hands by a pushy blonde. The other costumes left were fairly picked over, or the wrong size. So, the harem girl outfit would simply have to do. She’d done her...
It took no time for Leann, Kelly, and Steve to adjust to Leann moving in with the other two. Steve's bedroom was across the hall from the girls' rooms, but nobody bothered closing the doors any more. In fact, Steve even considered removing the doors from the hinges, but that seemed to be going too far. After graduation from high school, Kelly and Leann both got jobs and immediately began to contribute more to the household than just their bodies, though that was a significant contribution in...
IncestWe both got naked and lay down on my bed. 'Now, just put your finger on your pussy' I said, and she copied my as I did. 'Now, try rubbing it up and down.' I said, and she gave a moan of pleasure as she did. Another knock on my door. I knew it couldn't be Milly so I said come in. My 16 year old son walked in. 'Oh' He said, 'since when is she, you know?' he said. 'Since right now. Don't worry sweetie. Jack, come back in a second, yeah?' I said. He left and I continued to help Milly....
[ For a good friend, and fellow cuckold....enjoy! ]White at work, whenever I could, I kept checking my phone for messages from my wife, Mara. We were in the initial planning stages of what we were hoping would be our second interracial breeding 'vacation in October to Morocco (to the sea-side city of Agadir, to be precise). We were in contact with one African man by the name of Jamal; a 42 year old construction worker originally from the Democratic Republic of Congo, but living and working in...
A fresh musk filled my nose. Something squirmed atop me. A hot mouth engulfed my dick, sucking hard on me. My cock pulsed in the hungry mouth. My eyes fluttered open. I groaned, this heat rippling through my body, my cunt clenching. I had a cock? My groggy mind struggled to work through that question. My eyes opened and stared at the pussy inches from my face covered by a fine down of strawberry-blonde hair. The slit was tight, beading with juices. I shuddered from the mouth sucking hard on my...
“Honey, are you sure this is the right way?” Bette quizzed as she looked out of the Auto’s window. “Yes dear, I know where we are going,” Gazza replied with sufferance as he watched the slower traffic move out of his way. “It’s a shame Linda and Jina didn’t come with us,” Bette then said, ignoring his tone. She knew how much Gazza hated slow traffic as they crawled towards the north and the way out of town. “The old girl said she was too old and frail to sleep rough,” Gazza answered with...
Hi, this is Kevin once again. I am back with a bang with a seduction story. Hope you guys liked my previous post about . So many comments from you guys thank you, especially girls. For my new readers, please go through my previous post from . You will enjoy it. Now let’s get into the story. This is going to be my 9th story. Days passed me, and my gang was feeling bored. So we decided to have a small drinking session. The cognac was ready, and we were having a good time. Suddenly the doorbell...
MOONSTONE By LJ "Pretty," he said absently as he picked up the blue rock he found as the source of the dull gleam of light that had teased his sight for the past few minutes. Overhead, the moon seemed to reflect off the smooth, round stone as if it were a mirror, and yet it was just a small rock. Sir James Marcus smiled as he put the stone in his pocket. His younger sister still enjoyed collecting such pebbles and stones despite being near sixteen this year. It was to her he was...
Index: https://xhamster.com/posts/957456Chapter 6A boys night out.The guys drove the large van to the late afternoon ferry. Jelmer and Sipke drove as Chris and JT sat on the bed of the sleeping cabin. Jelmer told the guys they would take a detour. He wanted to go dancing in Amsterdam and do some leather shopping while they were there. Chris got excited in anticipation. He did not know about this change of plan. Jelmer drove the guys to Amsterdam and parked in a secure location. They used public...
After you came down from your forced orgasm, and all the joyous things you felt, you looked at me with those dark eyes.“Can I suck you?” you asked.“Yes, of course,” I replied. “I think that would be kinda nice.”“You won’t cum in my mouth, though?” you said, your eyes wide with concern.“Not unless you make me cum,” I said.“I want you to cum inside me,” you replied. “In my pussy.”“Stay here,” I said, running into the next room to grab a couple of items from the condom samples.“Can you lie on the...
Straight SexMr. Thomas drives down to a little breakfast place a couple blocks from his house. The place is only open during breakfast hours. And it has a carryout which makes it even more convenient, especially when they are close to closing. Waiting for the food to cook, he begins to realize that he should have called ahead. What’s done is done, though. As he stands by the register, an elderly man is reading the morning paper. Mr. Thomas glances at the front page and snickers. There is something about...
I’d been married for nearly thirty years to a woman I’d known since I was in high school. Our marriage had been fairly good but with some natural ups and downs. But I don’t want to get into that. Suffice to say, when I come home from work one day and she said, ‘I need my space. You have to leave,’ I was dumbfounded. She’d decided that she no longer loved me and I found my world crumbling beneath me. Over the next year, things got progressively worse and we were divorced. I was devastated and...
When are home; we always have a hard time keeping our hands off each other. I am always walking up behind her to grab her tits or ass. She loves to wear tube tops a lot and I love to come up behind her and pull it down and massage her tits or suck on her nipples. She loves to squeeze my ass when I was doing something in the kitchen and rub her hand thru to my dick. She also loved to hold my dick when I’d take a leak. Never understood that one, but it was fun. I work four nights a week...
What's a girl to do?I like sex, my boyfriend seems to be not that interested any more. I've tried being romantic, being slutty, all sorts of things but he is not satisfying me at all.I visit this site and masturbate while fantasising about the hot sex I could be having. I would love to try a threesome with two guys, but I guess that's not going to happen.Anyway, I was telling my friend Vicky about this and she asked me if I'd ever thought of sex with another girl. I like watching a bit of...
Chapter 21 -- Randall to the Rescue A room was located in the library where Jimmie and Janie could store the donations and work on booth arrangements. They shared a desk and took turns on a library laptop shaping up a local website that would list inventory, sales prices, and individual sales. Jimmie was pretty good at this, and started to feel optimistic about Booster Day. Janie worked on basic inventory categories, but stated that her friend Randall had better skills because he had...
Everyone wondered why I stopped cheerleading my senior year when I turned eighteen. I was pretty much guaranteed to be a co-captain of the squad, and it was what everyone expected. Maybe that's why I didn't do it. Regardless of the reason, not doing it left me with a lot of free time after school. I had been avoiding going over Allie's house to avoid seeing her dad after we had that drunken hook up almost a month ago, but Allie was my only friend with a pool and it was an amazing one at that....
Straight SexHi, so this is my first story at ISS, I have been wanting to write for a long time since I have been an avid reader of the site, This story features me and my girlfriend, we are 22 and 21 respectively. I am pretty athletic, while she is short but immensely pretty, with big tits (34b) and a nice hairy cunt, which i love. We have been dating for some 4 years, (lets name her Shruti) initially shurti was a big reluctant to get physical but she always wanted it from the start. This is one of the...
Ashlyn was sitting on the park bench, her long black hair swept from her face by the breeze. She had wrapped her new shawl round her shoulders to stop the chill nipping at her skin, her long skirt clung to her shapely legs. She leaned back on the bench and watched the trees swaying along with the bushes while ducks from the nearby pond huddled in the undergrowth. She sighed and closed her eyes, took a deep breath as the breeze washed over her. When she opened her eyes she saw a person...
Straight SexOn Friday nights, I go to Newcastle with a bunch of girlfriends, drinking, dancing and sometimes flirting a little bit. One particularly hot night, I was dancing with a couple of friends, when two Asian boys joined us. “You’re Amy, aren’t you?” whispered the taller one. “Yes, who are you?” “I’m Amjed, you used to work with my mum, Sonja.” I hardly recognised him. He was about 18 now, tall, athletic and very good looking. “Can I buy you a drink?” I agreed, so we went to the...
I've always known that I was not meant to be a guy. Being sexual curious I would look at porn mags like any one does. At first it was just magazines with pictures of naked woment. It was when I ran across my first Hustler magazine that my life was changed forever. Seeing pictures of studly guys with big hard dicks and women on their knees about to suck or be fucked by them, made me drool. I wanted to be the woman in the pictures. I had fantasies of sucking those guys hard dicks and having them...
This is a story of how I was bought into the life that I am now in. My name is Ralph F. Taylor. Now let me tell you about myself a little. I live on the Family farm, just west of Sulphur, La. We have about 2000 acres to tend to. My father is a 'Big Wheeler Dealer'. He goes around the world, buying and selling heavy equipment for his company. His company is called "T.N.T.". It is one of the biggest in the world, to date. My father is Ralph Sr. He stands 6' 2", and 200 lbs. He is not a...
Alba – Tayari Plaza, nine hours after slip-space rupture. Alba heard the scuffle as the remaining Jackal launched its ambush on the Imp, along with the squeal that informed her of its outcome. She readied her carbine, aiming the reticle at the shadowy stairwell down the corridor. There was only one way that the Imp could come, and the radioactive rounds from her carbine would punch straight through his jet-black armor with ease. His helmeted head emerged, but she hesitated once again as he...
Our story begins with a recent refurbishment of a local theater. The local tabloids had done recent articles on the theater: when it was first constructed, its passings of ownership, and its slow decay with the poor economic times. Our two lovebirds had first fallen in love at this theater. They had been following these news articles with building interest as the week passed, for these articles were the build up to the first show of the refurbished theater. The two lovebirds had made a date of...