Cattleman
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Jonas, Buckshot and Peter arrived in Ute Canyon and located Sarah’s trail. Had they followed Molly’s tracks, they’d have arrived at the scene of Sarah’s kidnapping much sooner, but Jonas had gone with his gut instinct. As a result, they were four hours behind Molly when they arrived at the place where she had met Bobby Rocklin. Unfortunately, the signs that Bobby had read were gone.
Two or three hundred sheep had walked over them.
“Been sheep here,” said Buckshot needlessly.
“Do tell?” commented Jonas sarcastically.
By then it was getting dark, and the sheep following Bobby and Molly had wiped out all trace of their tracks. Buckshot rode wide, to the East, toward the Collins ranch, and located Molly’s tracks coming into the disturbed area. Those tracks were lost where the sheep had wiped them out. He rode back up to Jonas.
“Found tracks coming in. I figure it’s Molly. She’s riding Vixen, and leading Tulip,” he said. “Nothing going back to the ranch, though.”
“What the hell is she doing here?” Jonas’ voice was heavy with worry.
“Same thing you are, I imagine,” said Buckshot.
They ranged through the mess of tracks, finding prints of three other horses, all strange to them. Two were hard to read because the shoes were worn down and left little detail. The third had the distinctive bumps on it that indicated they were winter shoes, made to grip ice better. Most stockmen took them off in the summer because they were expensive and it was no use to wear them down in routine conditions. That horse was also a big, heavy animal too, with large hooves. All that told them was that there had been strangers in this place, along with Sarah and Molly.
Had there been a little more daylight, and had they ranged wider, they might have picked up some of Molly’s tracks heading toward the mountains, or the small cairn of stones, with two large ones piled on top of each other, and a smaller one set to the side. Bobby had left that sign for anyone who might be following them. The smaller rock pointed in the direction he thought he’d be headed for a while. But, while Charley would have known instantly what that meant, the cattlemen weren’t used to following that kind of trail, and it wouldn’t have made sense to them. In any case, darkness caught them, and they had no idea where to go next.
“What do you want to do, Boss?” asked Buckshot.
“Damned if I know,” said Jonas. “I thought to ride out here, find her and then get home. We didn’t bring supplies to camp overnight.”
“Maybe they went over to that sheep farmer’s spread.” suggested Peter.
“That sheep farmer doesn’t have a spread,” said Jonas angrily. “He’s a squatter.”
“Now Jonas, the way I heard it, old man Johansen said he sold his ranch to the man,” said Buckshot. He immediately wished he hadn’t said anything.
“Johansen didn’t know they were bringing sheep here,” said Jonas.
“If he’d a known that he wouldn’t have sold.”
Buckshot didn’t want to argue. His arthritis was acting up. He idly thought that it must be going to rain soon. “Boy could be right Jonas” he said, ignoring the outburst. “Mebbe they did go over to ... Johansen’s old place.”
“Let’s ride.” barked Jonas. Jonas never apologized, but if he recognized a proper course of action, he took it.
The three men headed for the ranch now owned by a man named Rocklin. It would be the first formal meeting of men who, as the world saw it, were neighbors. Jonas Collins didn’t think of it that way at all. He loosened the rifle in its scabbard by his right knee.
In the house now owned by Brad and Amanda Rocklin, there was a serious conversation going on. It was almost dark, and supper was on the table, though no one seemed interested in eating it except Enid. She was fourteen years old and had a healthy appetite to go with the stocky body she’d inherited from her father, much to her mother’s dismay. The only thing Enid had inherited from her mother were a pair of proud, thrusting breasts that, according to her, were a bother because they always “got in the way”, whatever that meant. Amanda often looked at Enid, and then her other daughter, Elizabeth, and wondered how they had both come out of the same womb.
Beth was tiny, like her mother, almost delicate, with thin wrists, and a narrow waist to match. Like her year-younger sister, she had the same large, lush breasts that Amanda had, but Beth’s figure was more proportioned to that of a woman, with swelling hips to match. Enid’s hips were slim and boyish. Beth worked hard too, but it didn’t show on her like it did on Enid. Beth’s skin was milky white, while Enid had freckles and darker skin that was darkly tanned by the sun.
Enid was already taller than Amanda, and had the sturdy look of a young pioneer woman, with callused hands and short, usually dirty fingernails. Not that she didn’t appear to be a female. Her long strawberry blond hair, not quite so red as Amanda’s, was tied back with a ribbon. Her young, but already large breasts pushed at the soft buckskin shirt she was wearing, above pants made of the same material. Beth had on a proper dress. Amanda would rather have had both girls wearing dresses, but the only ones Enid owned were two or three years old and had been made for a much smaller girl. Amanda hated sewing, and, come to think of it, Enid had inherited that from her too. Beth, on the other hand, had probed to find what sewing skills Amanda possessed, and had pulled them from her on cold winter nights beside the fire. Beth made her own clothes. Amanda could spin wool into thread that made the finest cloth, like most women of that day, and Beth was fast on her way to becoming just as good with a spinning wheel. But the weaving and cutting and sewing of that fine wool cloth was something Amanda had no patience for. She’d just as soon buy ready-made dresses.
That happened infrequently, though. It was rare to get to town, and even more rare to have the money to spend on things like that. The only proper dresses Amanda still owned were the one’s she’d brought with her from Oregon, and one that Beth had made for her.
On the other hand, the Rocklins had good relations with the local wandering tribe of the Batcinena, or Red Willow Men of the Arapaho Indian tribe. In the uneasy peace between former enemies, enforced by the infrequent appearance of soldiers, the tribe traded with other tribes who wove wool into beautiful blankets, and the Rocklins were able to trade good wool thread for both good will, and fantastically well-made clothing of animal skins. Elk skin made the best clothing, thick and almost indestructible, and as long as you didn’t wear the same outfit too long without airing it, the leather maintained its sharp, pleasant smell.
As a result, Amanda’s children often dressed in clothes that were more suited for a wild Indian than a civilized sheep farmer. For that matter Amanda herself owned two sets of sturdy Indian garb.
Her husband refused to wear leather clothing, preferring jeans and cotton or wool shirts, depending on the weather. His chaps, though, were Indian made. They were a gift to him by an Indian woman who had showed up on foot at the ranch, handing them over and saying her son’s name. Brad had found the boy with a broken leg and had splinted it and carried him to where the tribe was located at the time. At that time, that had been thirty miles away, and the woman had made the chaps and walked the whole distance ... round trip ... to thank him.
The other nice thing about leather, Amanda had to admit, was that it stretched as the body grew into it. She glanced at Enid’s swollen breasts, pushing the leather away from her chest, and sighed. Her worried mind was drawn back to the issue at hand as her husband spoke.
“I shouldn’t have sent him out there,” he said.
“Nonsense,” said Amanda. “He’s a grown man. Well, almost. And he should be back by now. I’ll tan his hide good for making us worry like this!”
“He’s probably dead,” said Enid. She had argued with her brother that morning about whose job it was to clean the chicken coop. Being two years older he had simply informed her that he had other things to do, and it was her job, and if she didn’t do it he’d tell their father. She realized it had gotten very quiet at the table, and looked up. Her mother and father, along with Buckshot and Xian Bai, their other lead shepherd, were all staring at her.
“Why would you say that?” asked her mother, her face darkening.
“Why in the world would you say that, Enid Rocklin?”
Enid knew that tone of voice, and knew she’d made a tactical mistake. But the odor of chicken manure on her hands ... the odor she couldn’t get off no matter how much she washed them ... made her compound the mistake.
“Well? He’s just so stupid!“ she said forcefully.
Oddly enough, Amanda relaxed and sat back in her chair. She recognized that tone of voice. Sibling rivalry. She glanced at Beth, who had her eyes on her food, like she was trying not to get involved in the conversation.
Charley tried to defuse a situation that really didn’t need to be diffused any more. Of course he didn’t know that. He was a man, and didn’t recognize those tones of voice.
“Your brother is not a stupid man,” he said patiently. “He should be back by now and your mother is worried.”
Xian Bai spoke from the other side of the table. “Your Brother is very smart, Missy,” he said, grinning. Xian Bai had somehow attached himself to the party as they moved from Oregon to Wyoming, herding five hundred sheep along the old Oregon Trail. He had been walking alone, with only a sack hanging from a six foot long pole as he was surrounded by sheep. He had just kept walking until the Rocklins caught up to him. Queen, their lead dog, had ambled up to him, sniffed him and then ambled off.
That, in itself, was an endorsement. Amanda had been exposed to Chinese immigrants, and invited him to eat with them when they camped. He’d been with them ever since. He picked up sheep ranching as if born to it, and he had an almost magical way with the dogs, as if he could speak to them somehow. He took his pay, when they had money to give him, but often Amanda found it back in the big clay jar she kept loose cash in. He was also a wizard with the weaving of rope, and made all the rope they used on the ranch.
Enid, knowing that she had gotten off easily, started eating again.
Buster, who had been lying in a corner of the room, suddenly lifted his head, his ears up. A soft growl issued from his throat. The three puppies who had been sitting patiently under the table, hoping for scraps, began yapping loudly. Brad kicked one and Amanda shushed at them, picking two of them up and holding their muzzles closed. Xian Bai grabbed the third and did the same thing.
Buster was standing now, rigid and facing the door. His growl continued, but he did not bark.
Brad and Charley stood. Charley went to the wall and took down the double barreled Damascus twist black powder shotgun. He knew it was loaded. Brad went to the desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a Navy Colt .36 caliber pistol. Charley headed for the back door of the house while Enid, all business now, turned the kerosene lamp down until it gave off just a dull glow. Xian Bai had disappeared without a sound.
“Halloooo the house,” came a faint yell from outside.
Brad opened the door, but stood to one side.
“Who’s there?” he yelled out into the almost dark. He could see the dark forms of three men sitting horses, out away from the house.
“It’s Jonas Collins,” came back the reply. “I’m lookin’ for my wife and daughter. They’ve gone missing!”
Brad frowned. He hadn’t met the cattle rancher. That had been intentional. When he’d moved onto an old cattle ranch with sheep he’d known that he would not be welcome. Cattlemen he saw in town wouldn’t even speak to him, shooting him hostile looks instead. He’d decided on his own to try to lie low and keep the flock away from his closest neighbor’s range, to avoid conflict. While surveying his new ranch he’d found grass that cattlemen wouldn’t want to use, and had capitalized on that.
He had four or five times as many sheep now as he had when he’d first arrived, and the operation was just beginning to make some money.
He intentionally left a broad piece of free range untouched between him and the Circle C ranch. Brad was trying hard not to get caught up in the general trouble between cattlemen and sheep men. The last thing he needed right now was trouble with Collins. He was uneasy about this “visit”, but when kinfolk were missing, it was a serious thing.
“Come on in,” yelled Brad, and he stepped out onto the porch. He put the pistol in his pocket, but did not let go of the grip. He knew Charley was at one corner of the house, covering the three riders.
The three horses stepped slowly toward the house. It was too dark to see the men’s hands, and that made Brad more nervous. As the men got closer he spoke to them.
“We haven’t seen any strangers,” he said, suddenly wishing he’d said
“people” instead of “strangers”.
Jonas sat his horse. He hadn’t been invited to step down. “Found sign of your sheep where her trail disappeared,” he said. “Over by that dry creek bed that comes out of Ute Canyon.”
“That’s impossible,” said Brad firmly. “We don’t graze the flock over there.
“Well, somebody does,” said a gravelly voice of one of the other men. The grass had been eaten to the roots, and there’s sheep tracks all over the place.”
“I don’t graze my sheep that way,” insisted Brad.
“Where is your flock, then?” asked Jonas.
“They should be on their way to the high meadows,” said Brad. I sent my son out to tell the men to start them that way this afternoon. He’s not back yet. We were just talking about that at supper.”
Brad suddenly remembered his manners. “You men eaten yet?”
“No sir!“ came a young man’s voice from the three.
“Shut up Peter,” growled Jonas, turning his head.
Brad had heard that tone of voice before. He’d never talked to Jonas Collins, but others had shown their contempt for him and his sheep.
“Well, we’ve got plenty. You may as well come on in and have a bite. If nothing else tell me what you’ve found. Maybe we can figure out what’s going on. My son should have been back by now and we’re a little worried about him too.”
Jonas sat there silent, thinking. He didn’t want to act friendly in any way toward this man, but his daughter and wife were missing. At least he should get a look inside the house. He didn’t think the man would just lie outright, but he’d like to look around a little ... just in case. His saddle creaked as he put his weight on his left leg and he swung down. The two other men followed suit.
When his booted feet hit the boards of the porch, Jonas smelled the food and his stomach growled. He hadn’t had anything except jerky since morning. He thought a curse to himself, but kept quiet. He didn’t want to take the hospitality of a sheep farmer.
Sarah came to and, through the fuzziness in her head, she realized she must have passed out again. The terrible pain in her middle was gone and she realized she was lying on the ground. Her wrists still hurt and as she tried to flex shoulders in fiery pain, she realized she was still bound. The first odor to get past the burlap bag still covering her head was smoke. She heard voices.
“Keep it small you idiot. We don’t need no smoke and flame giving us away.”
“Damn it Buford, I want hot vittles!” complained Chaps’ voice.
“You won’t get any vittles at all if’n they find us ‘afore we’re ready,” snarled Buford’s voice.
“An’ that’s another thing,” went on Chaps’ whiny voice. “Why’d you take her like that? They’s gonna be mad Buford. Real mad.”
“I already told you Chaps! That there pretty little slice of pussy’s gonna get us the stake we need to light out to better parts you fool. They’ll pay gold to get her back,” said Buford, trying to be patient. He couldn’t pull this off without Chaps’ help. He couldn’t manage the girl by himself. She was too damn heavy.
“What if she’s dead?” whined Chaps. “She ain’t moved in a long time Buford.”
“She ain’t dead,” grunted Buford. “Least wise she’d better not be. She ain’t worth nuthin’ dead. Plus I aim to get me a piece of that pussy. I’m tired of fucking sheep.”
“That ain’t right Buford,” said Chaps, his dim mind settling on sheep ... and what Buford sometimes did to sheep ... and forgetting the girl. “You shouldn’t ought to be doin’ that anyways.”
“You shut up. If you want to live with blue balls, fine.
But I’m a real man and I need some real pussy once in a while.
That there little filly’s gonna feel real fine wrapped around my dick.”
“I don’t like this Buford.” insisted Chaps. He was simple minded, but he was no fool. He knew the code of the West just like every man in that part of the country. He knew what was likely to happen just for carrying the girl off, if they got caught.
If she was raped they’d swing from a tree for sure.
But Chaps was scared of Buford. He’d seen Buford do terrible things to a sheep, things that hurt it ... sometimes even killed it. And the way he was unnatural with them. It scared Chaps a lot. So Chaps subsided into unhappy silence as he stirred the beans over the tiny fire Buford had allowed him to build using only squaw wood - small dead sticks pulled from the lower trunks of trees, or found lying on the ground. While Buford wasn’t looking he added a few sticks to the flames. Beans needed to be hot to choke down, in his opinion.
Sarah heard all this as though it came through cotton stuffed in her ears. Her head hurt horribly, and her face felt hot.
She knew she should be frightened, listening to Buford’s plans to rape her, but she couldn’t concentrate. Her eyes closed as her bruised brain cut off her consciousness once again.
Molly sat her horse in the dark, next to the boy. They hadn’t talked much. The boy’s attention was all on tracks and bent twigs and flattened tufts of grass, or scrape marks on rock. Molly knew a little of tracking, though she wasn’t much good if the trail was faint. But it was obvious this boy knew what he was doing. Whenever he lost the trail, he found it again within minutes. He seemed to have an instinct for it, or knew his men well enough that he knew what they’d do. The trail had not gone straight, like she thought it would. It often turned, for no clear reason at all.
She realized that each time they came to rock that the trail would turn and go in a different direction. She wasn’t stupid, and it didn’t take her long to understand that the people they were following didn’t want to be found. That made the pit of her stomach lurch, and a sour taste come to her mouth. Her baby girl was with men who didn’t want to be found.
“It’s too dark to go on,” said the Rocklin boy softly.
“I didn’t come prepared to camp out,” she said irritably.
“Neither did I,” he said. “Still, that’s what we’re going to have to do. We’ll pick up the trail in the morning. I know those men and they won’t ride through the night.”
“We can’t camp out here!” said Molly firmly. “It gets cold at night up this high.”
They had left the plains after a three hour ride, and had been climbing ever since.
“Yes, Ma’am it does.” he agreed. “We’ll just have to build a fire and live through it, I guess.”
“That’s insane.” complained Molly.
“You can’t go back in the dark, ma’am,” said the boy. “And if you did you’d lose hours on the trail. I thought you cow people were supposed to be tough,” he said mildly.
Molly bristled. “You watch your mouth, boy,” she grumped.
But there was no heat in her voice. She realized she sounded soft and pampered to be complaining about a single night out in the open. She’d done that when she was younger lots of times. She’d show him tough!
Three hours later she wasn’t so sure she was tough at all.
He had some food in his saddlebags, which he shared with her.
Then, finding a rock face, he built a fire right up against it. He dragged in two respectably sized logs and lay them next to the rock face, forming a V, and then built a fire filling the void between them. He added wood until the blaze was uncomfortably hot and she complained.
“The heat will soak into the rock and then reflect back out when the fire dies down.” he explained. “Whichever one of us wakes up in the night will need to add wood to keep it going all night, but the fire will eat down into those logs, and it will be easy to get it going again.”
“Aren’t you going to stand watch?” asked Molly. It had been a long time since she’d slept out in the open. She’d been a girl the last time she’d camped.
Talia padded out to the kitchen. It was early. Very early. As she made herself a glass of iced water, she looked down at herself, not surprised she had come out from Peter’s room still naked. So much had changed. She went and stood by the back door, looking out the window as she drank a little water, remembering, and trying to decide. Monday would come soon enough, and even though she could continue her slut mode then, if she truly wanted to embrace it, she knew she should continue today....
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As Jeff and Helen walked down the hall toward the kitchen, Jeff tightened his arm around her. "Stop worrying pretty lady. They may tease the heck out of us, but they won't mean any harm..." She glanced up at him and tightened her arm around his waist. "Oh, I know, but I'm sure they know what we did in the shower, because we were gone so long. I just meant to give you a quick... blow job. I didn't mean for you to make love to me again. I'm not really concerned, but you can bet that I...
Roger was seated at the booth with a beer in his hand when Mike led Claire out of the office door. He had a knowing grin on his face, glad Mike got busy while he was getting his own in the little apartment over the diner next door. He had ravaged Doreen hard and left her on the drenched bed cold. This is how he did her and she didn't complain. "Glad you could join us!" Mike said with a grin letting Claire sit first. The three of them carried on with light conversation about the bar scene, the...
Having completely exhausted one another with fucking the first night, Laura and Randi parted for one day, then fell together again like two animals in heat the following day. "I never been fucked so much," Randi finally confessed. "You, lady, are an animal." "And you, lady, are really fun to fuck." "You're nasty, girl. I just love it." But they both agreed that they couldn't keep it up. There were still four days left before Randi's boyfriend returned, so they decided to wait...
Bill an Me ... an everybody. The obligatory orgy. Part One: Foreplay. Megan said, "What can I do do help?" Bill and Mina opened their arms, enfolded Megan and hugged her too. "Ooh" Megan moaned, " ... this is comfy ... I like it ... c'mere DD. Get you some of this." DD was welcomed with open arms. Hugs ... and caresses and little strokes of hands in hair were soon shared. DD's thin blanket fell and a hand meant as an innocent caress of the cheek traveled a trifle too far and DD...
She thought back to how she had decided to get into the business of personal massage.Her first orgasm had come at the hands of a masseuse who knew all of the special places on a woman's body. It had been her first special massage. She had been nervous, the tenseness evident in her shivering. She had lain nude underneath a towel that just covered her bottom, awaiting the masseuse.When the masseuse entered the room, April had been startled by the masseuse's good looks. April had expected a...
Losing Evan, Discovering Emma. By Tanya H. Part 7 - Living. There I was sitting behind my desk in reception, it was 1030 and Janine had gone for her break, the sun was shining outside and I was already fast-forwarding to Friday when Olivia and I were going camping in Edale again, when in walked Deb, remember her, with some grey-suited lad behind her, arms full of files and laptop bags. I recognised her as soon as she came through the doors and my face went cold as blood ran away...
Lisa Chen had spent the night with Dale. Still lying in bed, half asleep that morning, she heard the telephone. She wondered sleepily, who could be calling so early. "Hello," She heard Dale say, speaking quietly. After a couple of minutes, she could hear the tone of resignation in his voice. Lisa sensed something had happened. A moment later Dale returned to bed. Lisa could tell he was upset. Immediately, she asked him what was wrong. Sighing in resignation, he slipped back into the warm...
Slogging back to his tent with an ice-cold Pepsi, Bobby looked up and noticed a familiar face at the edge of the fairgrounds. Long fine blonde hair gently moving in the almost nothing of a breeze, Debbie’s friend Sammie began strolling toward Bobby. Sammie had coy smile as she approached Bobby. “Hi, Bobby!” she shouted. “Hello Sammie. If you are looking for Andy, I haven’t seen him today. Most of the ride boys are gone for the day; off doing what ever.” “Actually, I came to see...
Matt and I were together for almost a year, we started out as friends then discovered there was more, but even good things come to an end. Matt had called me over around noon on a saturday, when I got to the apartment he was dressed in ripped blue jeans and a white t-shirt that clinged tight to his muscular body, and his tight jeans (it was the 90's) showed off his amazing cock! He stood there and let me drink him in as I looked up and down, but fixed on his bulging package in front. I broke...
TV2B - A2Z Chapter 1 - Alarm from Alan's Apartment My divorce was messy and traumatic, but I must admit that it was ultimately the best thing for both of us. Candice and I had been married for nearly a decade, but we hadn't really been "in love" with each other for the past three or four years. Candice put on a lot of weight right after we were married, and then ate some more when she realized that I didn't find her as attractive as on our wedding night. Three years in,...
So there I was young and very shy with my dream Girl first love Mary Parks parked in her late model car in Lover,s lane with Mary just in suspenders, stockings and soaked pink panties and me just in Well tented boxer shorts, even more tented as she asked me to suckle her lovely big titties which at times made her cum without even touching her pussy. I was loving the taste andfell if her hardened nipples as she stroked my stiff prick enough to keep it interested and Mary now squirmed out of her...
Harrys Ladies Harry was ushered into Ragnuks office and the Goblin king looked grim. Lord Potter I have had you escorted hear to demand that you return that sword, It is precious to us. Harry nodded and asked the sword is Goblin made I assume? Correct, Matter of fact the sword was taken in battle, by Gryffindor from my many greats grandfather and should be returned to us when Gryffindor died. Harry nodded his head knowing the sword could just be redrawn from the sorting hat. He unstrapped...
Michelle sobbed herself to sleep. Anger, sadness and fear made a tight ball in her chest that prevented her from breathing easily. Eventually she dropped off. When she woke she had that brief feeling of amnesia, then the full reality of what had happened the night before came rushing back. She had no money, but had to leave. She had thought she had found someone who actually accepted her for just being her. The disappointment was raw in her mind while she sat up in bed and considered...
I still had some control of my flier, so I was able to land very close to where the airship had come down. Fortunately, no one aboard the airship was injured, and a distress call for a repair crew had already been sent out. I sent out a similar call to the military base for a repair crew to work on my flier. Now, we had several hours to wait before the repair crews arrived. There were eight guards aboard the airship, and I took command of them to ready ourselves for the arrival of the...
Hello friends, I am your Friend from Mumbai..Its the best exp and wish to share the same with you all guys and for privacy and security reason I have changed the names. At the same time I wish to thank all the other writers for making many people relax by reading there awesome stories. May be they are fiction or some made up or rather true but its just about feelings how they are put in words. Coming to the story I am working with a MNC in Mumbai basically from Hyderabad. My Name is Rambo....
There were many other high school friends, guys and gals. These guys were not on the football team and the gals were not cheerleaders. One friend was Pat, an Italian kid like myself, he was from Grandview. Of my high school guy friends, Pat was the most involved, successfully involved, in the rock and roll music scene. Pat was a talented bass guitar player, he was in popular local bands and he was making money playing music – a lot more than any of us ever made from playing football. In...
6 mature white ladies, my wife and 5 of her friends, Connie, Beverly, Wendy, Steph & Elaine all delivered a healthy black baby from their 9 day adventure at our cottage last summer. 4 well endowed, young black men greatly enjoyed their breeding of these 6 mature, curvy, big breasted white ladies. Women were all between 47 (youngest was Wendy) and 53 (oldest was my wife, Tryphaena). 4 young black men were between 18 (Tom the youngest) and 24 (Sam the oldest). All had very distinctive...
Alissa moans softly as she slides her puffy lips up and down my stiff member. With minimal required effort on her part, she's taking me from the swollen tip all the way down to the girthy shaft as she idly plays with her clit inside of her yoga pants. She's bent over, giving me a great view of her C-cup cleavage and ample ass sticking up in the air behind her. She slides all the way up my cock, finally releasing it with an audible pop. She looks up at me, and speaks while slowly stroking my...
Local women and wife of a truck driver was hot. The day he left she started calling the local boys. I had my opportunity and jumped on her like a rabbit. Was a young k** and excited to feel her adult hot box. Friend and I took turns fucking and watching the other fuck. She would call the other over and suck him hard before the other finished. She fucked us both dry and sucked my cock sore. I was know for having a big cock, but I was young then. The terry brothers were the lost teen long cock...
After some very good experiences with solo boys we decided we wanted to fuck a couple of boys together. So we put some casting calls for in experienced actors in the newspapers. In the end, we invited 4 boys over. We chatted with them for a bit. But then we started to use them to satisfy our perverted fantasies.We were so horny and the boys were really into everything -- especially when we promised to make them famous. So, when we told them to fuck each other, too, they got right into it, and...
Detroit ... nice town ... Henry was just getting started. Windsor, across the river, was a bedroom community for Edison Electric's white collar workers ... small, clean, upstanding ... it had the reputation as the baby capitol of America ... the upstanding had a lot to do with the birthrate. White collar workers learned about sex in college and didn't want to give it up. America, having never had slaves, didn't have race riots. The things I was finding out about the place certainly made...
This is a Fantasy I'd LOVE to come true.I am a late 40s CD/TV who is VERy bi curious. I have been dressing for many years but only recently found what I like and what I want. I love satin, have a smoking fetish and love talking dirty online. I requent most of the usual places online and many chat rooms.I met Phil online while i cruised one day and we chatted for many weeks. We shared the same fantasies and turn ons. He lived close by which surprised me. He was mid 40s, married with c***dren....
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IncestMy name is Max Howard, and I used to be a stage hypnotist. You know, casual funny stuff like making people think they were animals or naked onstage, and for the more erotically inclined, I even had a few women experience the most intense orgasms they had ever had. That was a fun party. But, being a hypnotist doesn't exactly pay the bills. Especially in Hollywood where rent is ridiculous. So what exactly am I supposed to do? The answer, as it seems, is to join the entertainment industry. But in...
Mind ControlDanielle rose and enlisted a couple guys to move the dining room table. The dining and living rooms adjoined in the shape of an L. She had them place the table on a diagonal in the middle of the floor some feet off the inside corner, half in the dining room, half in the living room. Then she was off down the hall and soon returned with a large armful of bath towels. These she spread in a couple of layers over the surface of the table. Then she was behind Sandrine with the Leatherman. The tool...
I'm a fiction writer; I write fantasy. If you happen to read my stories, you know that I'm attracted mostly to tweens. Since I don't make any money off my stories, I have to work for a living, and I happen to be a teacher – I teach English as a Foreign Language in Mexico. For a number of years I taught elementary school, but working so closely with so many sexy little girls eventually became untenable. I don't like to brag, but I've been told more than once that I'm an excellent teacher,...
A New Secretary A Change In Robbie's Status. By Trish Edited by Robyn Hoode When I met Alan through my mum I was just getting over splitting up with Alex. He was offered a post-graduate course at University College London and we split on good terms. I had known from the moment we started seeing each other that he wanted to pursue an academic career, and would be moving away once he graduated. It was...
In the world of Gristhaia, many may find their fortunes, but many more could find their dreams turn to ash in their hands. In this world you will find anything and everything to be possible, but not everything to be what it seems at first blush. You will find alignments and motivations to be as simple or as complicated as you like. Did a red dragon just burn and raze that city? Yes, but only after that city had reneged on a contract and destroyed a valuable source of his income that he planned...
FantasyChastity and I had been a couple. We lived together for two years and enjoyed a wonderful sex life before it ended. I was certain then I would never see her again. It was a shock when she reappeared in my life. I was working in the city at a daily newspaper. I was a member of a journalists’ club that stayed open after closing time, and often went there after work to have a drink. It was only half past eleven, but I preferred the club because it was quieter than the bars. I was sitting at the...
Despite her initial misgivings and her lesbian play with Angelique, Ida felt confident and assured that everything would work out to her advantage at long last. Scott had told her to call Patrice and invite her to move in with them as soon as she could arrange it, so she got on the phone that evening and spoke with her daughter. Just hearing Patrice’s soft, sweet voice over the phone reminded her how much she missed her daughter. It had been them against the world for such a long time. ‘Hello...
Do you trust me? That's what the note said. Just a simple note. Do you trust me? Then the time, place and what to wear. Of course I trust you. Of course I would be there tomorrow night, at the mandated time, wearing the mandated outfit. You know what I like, so I trust you to make this night special. I stood on the corner by my house, waiting. I was wearing a pair of red, four inch fuck me pumps, black thigh high stockings and garter belt, and a trench coat. That's all I was allowed to...
IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL BREEZY NIGHT AND THE MOON AND STARS WAS SHINGING BRIGHT...YOU CALLED ME AND ASKED ME IF I WANTED TO GO OUT AND CHILL SOMEWHERE...I TOLD YES THAT WOULD BE FINE...YOU TELL ME KOOL I WILL PICK YOU UP AT 8PM...WE HUNG UP THE PHONE AND I GOT UP AND RAN UPSTAIRS TO TAKE A SHOWER..I LAY OUT A MINI SKIRT AND A BRA TOP....JUST ENOUGH CLOTHES TO MAKE YOU SQUIRM WHEN YOU SAW ME....MAKING SURE I DIDNT HAVE ANYTHING ON UP UNDER THE SKIRT..SO WHEN I BEND OVER TO PICK SOMETHING UP U WILL BE...