Bree and her Dad Jeff 3
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Pressure expelled him from the comforting warmth of the upper mantle, crashing through hard layers of sedimentary rock until he geysered into the atmosphere, held aloft on a pillar of scalding lava and indescribable pleasure.
But why am I naked?
Reflexively, his hands flew downward to protect his vulnerable genitals, only to be impeded by a riot of softness oscillating up and down at a furious pace. Some sort of demonic terror was fiercely tugging on the end of his cock, trying to consume his life essence, and for lack of any better defense he thrust his mighty spear upward, trying to skewer whatever foul beast was feeding on his energy and endangering his very existence.
The attacker groaned. Gulped. Swallowed. Shuddered. And then released him, softly moaning his name.
It knows my name?
Floating back to the earth through soft clouds of bliss, he came to rest on stable ground and opened his eyes. Kathryn was right where she promised she’d be the night before, hovering over his throbbing shaft and lapping at every dollop of cream oozing from his oversensitive rod. Though he couldn’t quite see her mouth, her glittering eyes assured him that she’d experienced just as much pleasure as he had. Perhaps even more.
“If it makes you that happy, I might never offer you actual food again.”
“Finally, a diet that appeals to me.” With a loud smack, she sucked the last drop from his shrinking organ and rolled from the bed. To his surprise, she was dressed in her usual cellar attire of form-fitting yoga pants and a breast-hugging t-shirt ... an outfit he’d found all too distracting even before he’d fully explored the delicious terrain it obscured.
“You’re dressed. You’re... dressed? Why are you dressed? Did I snore?”
“A little bit, but I assure you that it was adorable snoring.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m actually not, but please don’t take that as an invitation to challenge my tolerance. Anyway, I’m dressed because I have to go. I have way too many things to do, and your magnificent cock has prevented me from doing any of them for days upon end.”
“What time is it?”
“7:04, and I’m terribly sorry.” When his brow furrowed in sleepy confusion, she explained, “I was aiming for seven on the dot, but you were muttering some sort of nonsense about geological formations and I found it too strange and endearing to interrupt.”
“I was ... what ... wait, I was?”
“As I said: adorable. Now, I have several things to tell you. Are you awake enough to pay attention, or do I need to take the time to inject coffee into your arteries?”
He slid backwards and propped himself against a pillow, slightly put out by her unannounced departure but sensing her seriousness. “I’m awake enough. What’s up?”
“I thought I could put it off until later, but before I started blowing you this morning I began tallying everything I have to get done before next week and it made me panicky. Sorry. I really don’t want to leave, and I promise I’ll make it up to you later. But for now, just listen.”
“Listening.”
“So, let’s start with this. The ridiculous amount of sex we’ve had over the last few days ... there’s a reason for it beyond the simple fact that it’s exactly what I wanted and needed. To my immense regret, however, it’s about to be on hold for a while. Next week I have to focus on my charities, as four of them are holding board meetings and three of them are throwing galas. I’m going to be occupied by meetings during the day and fundraising events at night. Moreover ... well, here’s my one allowance per day: Bill’s going to be home most of the week.”
Though his face clouded, he attempted to cover it with a brave solemnity he didn’t quite feel. “I understand.”
“I’m sorry, Luke, but you know how it has to be. Anyway, I’m not going to be able to be with you until that changes. Not alone, at least, and not even in the way we were before ... well, before. I suggest you take the opportunity to work, because despite my heartfelt eagerness for you to extend your engagement as long as you can, it’d be better to get as far ahead as possible now so you can let things slow down later on. That said, I’m not going to be able to help you for at least a week, so if you find that you can’t work all that quickly, I’m happy to be a convenient excuse.”
“Uh ... right. I mean, okay. Yes, I’ll work. I did give an estimated timeline, after all, and it doesn’t look good if I’m nowhere close to it.” Sigh...
“Well, good. Unfortunately, it gets worse ... and I hope you’re ready for this, because I’m sure not. Sunday night, you’re invited to dinner.”
No. “I ... but...”
“No buts. If you’re struggling — and I know you are — just think about how hard it will be for me. But you have to do this. I know it, and so do you. It’s part of the price, or the penance, or whatever else you want to call it.”
Luke sighed in surrender, though he was having a hard time looking her in the eye. “You’re right, I do know it. To be honest, maybe a few hours apart will give me an opportunity to figure out just how the hell I’m going to manage it.”
“Again, try to remember that I’m in an even more difficult position. I...”
He held up his hand. “You don’t need to explain. I get it. I do. I’ll make it work, somehow.”
“I hope I don’t need to remind you that...”
“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” Even as he spoke, he recognized the casual cruelty in saying “your” rather than “our,” but he didn’t feel awake enough to find a more polite way to express his turbulent emotions.
To her credit, she took his hand. “I heard what you said, and I accept it. But it’s still our secret, and you know it as well as I do. Please believe me: I don’t want to stop. I want to be with you as much as possible. As soon as I can, I will.”
Don’t be an ass. Be mature. For once since you took this benighted job, be an adult. “I know. I feel the same way. It’s just ... it’s hard, you know? But I do recognize that it’s worse for you. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
“Good.” She seemed doubtful, but pressed on. “Anyway, we have tonight. Let’s make the most of it.”
“Tonight? Just tonight? But I thought ... I mean, I thought he wasn’t...”
“Sadly, yes. I have to make sure I get enough done that I don’t descend into panic tomorrow, as that’ll not only endanger my work, but also increase the likelihood that I won’t be able to navigate my emotions when the two of you are in the same room. And I really do mean tonight, not tomorrow morning. Bill comes back tomorrow evening, and as I said yesterday...”
“I know. I ... I get it. No reason to make it harder or more confusing for everyone. Tonight, then. I’ll try to make sure it’s memorable.” He was still trying to put on a brave face, but in truth he felt the return of an intense wave of guilt that their frenzied coupling had almost completely forced aside.
Smiling through their tension, she countered, “It might be more memorable than you realize. Come over at five. We’ll work up a sweat, I’ll make dinner, and at some point I have a few things I want to do with you. Special things. Things I hope ... well, no. Let them be a surprise. But come over at five. Bring a bold, medium-bodied red. Oh, and no touching yourself before dinner. You’re my appetizer, after all.”
“I feel so used.”
She just winked. “Finally, take this and put it on a shelf, or in a drawer, or wherever. Somewhere you’ll know where it is when it’s needed.”
Curious, he examined what she’d handed him. It was a plain white envelope, sealed, with a hastily scrawled message on the front: When she tells you she knows.
“What’s this?” he asked in utter bewilderment. “Who’s ‘she,’ and what’s she supposed to know?”
“All your questions will be answered in time. See you later, sex god.” And then, after a long, soulful kiss, she was gone.
Luke took longer in the shower than was his norm, for his heart and mind were a riot of conflicted thoughts and emotions. I’ve grown so very used to her being here. After he emerged and dressed, he checked his phone to find a series of increasingly impatient texts from Wendy. Answering them one by one seemed likely to result in confusion, so he took a chance and gave her a call. To his surprise, she picked up immediately.
For a few minutes their banter proceeded as it usually did: her teasing and abusing, him laughing and deflecting. But as her references to, and questions about, Kathryn grew more explicit and more persistent, Luke’s answers diminished to dubiously responsive monosyllables. Her tone turned suspicious by stages until, at last, they fell into a wary silence. When she finally resumed speaking, her voice was full of weariness and defeat.
“So, I was right the last time I saw you. It was already too late.”
“Are you ever going to explain what you mean by that?”
“At this point, Luke, I really shouldn’t have to.”
“So that’s a no?”
She sighed heavily. And then, with an edge: “Luke, I want you to promise on the continuing existence of our friendship that you’ll answer my next question honestly.”
“Jesus, Wendy, why so intense?”
“Do you know what you’re doing?”
“I ... what do you mean? Doing what?”
“Rat bastard. Motherfucker. Lying sack of shit. You promised on our friendship that you wouldn’t lie to me, and then it’s the very first thing you do?”
“I’m not lying! I’m just not sure what you’re talking about.”
Another sigh. “Yes you are. Though I suppose that, in your tiny little brain, you’re only trying to be honorable and respectful. Which would actually be admirable if you weren’t being the exact opposite.”
Now he was nervous, for this struck far too close to home. “Wendy, what ... I don’t ... what do you...?”
“Ah. Got you there, didn’t I?”
“I don’t...”
“Luke ... fine. Fuck it. I suppose I can respect your reluctance to blab. Most dudes would be announcing it with skywriting.”
Luke was silent, for it was all too clear that she saw right through him. How did she know? Moreover, how did she know from the very beginning, even before I did?
“I’ll give you one more chance, but only one. I really mean it this time. Tell me the truth, or our friendship is over.” Acknowledging the inevitability of his defeat, he assented. “Obviously, you two are having sex.” His extended silence was eventually interrupted by, “Usually, I’d take that as a yes. But after the bullshit you just pulled, I need to hear you say it out loud.”
With a giant exhalation of bottled-up tension, he admitted the truth. “Yes. We are.”
“Since when?”
“Well, that’s a difficult question to answer.”
Her response dripped with contempt. “I see. So you don’t remember the first time you had sex with Kathryn Lloyd Maddox ... unquestionably the most beautiful woman either of us have ever known, the woman you’ve been desperate to fuck since the moment you met and the reason you took the job in the first place, hoping for this very outcome. I totally believe you. Luke, I ... I’m afraid you and I...” Worried that she was about to hang up on him, he resorted to desperate pleading.
“No, wait! Wendy, please just wait. I am being honest. It’s a complicated answer because it depends on what you mean by...”
“You can fuck right off with that Clintonian bullshit, Lucas Bronson.”
“Sorry. I’m sorry. You’re right, but it’s still complicated.” He took a deep breath. “The first time either of us touched each other with sexual intent was a week ago Wednesday, though it took another week before I knew for sure it was intentional. The first time we had, uh, intercourse was Tuesday night.”
She seemed only slightly mollified. “Thank you for finally being honest with me, at least.”
“I’m really, really sorry, Wendy. I don’t want to lie to anyone, and I really don’t want to lie to you, but if this gets out, it could be catastrophic for everyone.”
“Well, naturally. That’s what happens when you fuck a married woman.”
Now he was on the defensive. “It’s not like you haven’t done the exact same thing. More than once, too.”
To his surprise, she laughed. It sounded neither sarcastic nor bitter. “Are you seriously using me as a moral compass? Christ, Luke, I thought you were better than that. My brilliant life choices have led me to ... well, what exactly? Running a barely profitable bar in a ‘transitional’ part of town, working all by myself for the majority of every single day, and trolling apps for anonymous hookups because I’ve already banged too many of the people I’ll run into should I dare set foot in a dyke bar. Listen, pal: I’ll accept the rebuke if you can tell me that the next thing I’m going to say is wrong. I haven’t gone into a single one of those relationships thinking about anything other than getting laid. But you ... what you’re doing with Kathryn is a lot more than just fucking. A lot more. Am I right?”
Once again his silence spoke volumes, but this time she didn’t bail him out. Finally, he sighed. “Wendy, I just ... I don’t know what to do anymore.”
“Yes you do. You’ve known all along. You knew when they asked you to take the job, you knew when you signed the contract, you knew when you showed up on their doorstep, you knew when she paraded around in her bikini, you knew when she snuggled against you on the boat, you knew when I yelled at you in your wine-soaked erotic hideaway, and you knew when you ... well, tell me: what was the first thing that happened? Last week, I mean. Be specific. If I can’t approve of your decisions, at least you can give me some good Hitachi material.”
Unto the end of my days, I’ll never understand how her mind works. “Long story short, I gave her a foot massage that turned dangerously intimate. She fled. I thought it was because I’d gone too far and made her uncomfortable. Later that night she came back, snuck up behind me, and ... took matters into her own hands.”
“Hot. Was she drunk?”
“Yeah. Quite drunk, actually.”
“Were you?”
“Yes.”
He could hear Wendy’s tongue tapping random sequences against her teeth. It sounded like she was calculating something. “I see. Well, that doesn’t quite count, then. The booze granted permission to do what you both wanted, but it probably wouldn’t have happened if you were sober.” As when she’d yelled at him in his apartment, Luke wondered how serious she was about including Kathryn in her accusations of intent. “And then?”
“The next day, while we were working, she seemed uncomfortable even beyond her obvious hangover, but she very clearly denied any knowledge of how the previous night ended. At one point, she escaped upstairs as if she was about to be sick. When she didn’t come back, I followed her upstairs to see if she was okay, or if there was anything I could do. I found her in the bathroom, but she wasn’t sick. She was masturbating. And then I ... well, it was my turn to give her a hand, so to speak.”
“Super hot. Was she drunk then, too?”
“Completely sober. Both of us.”
“Okay. So that was the moment you both decided you didn’t care about the consequences.”
“I don’t know if that’s right, actually. Me, maybe. But I’m not sure about her. I was ready to keep going, but she ordered me out of the guesthouse, and while I was gone she disappeared. Left the property entirely, in fact. Eventually, I got so concerned that I had to call Bill and ask where she was.”
“And how did that make you feel? Asking the husband where his wife — the woman you’d just finger-banged — was, I mean?”
Ouch. “Wendy, stop it.”
“Fine. Finish the story the way you want to tell it. But I’m not letting you off the phone until we’ve had a conversation.” The way she said the word was so ominous that he almost couldn’t proceed.
“Well, uh ... anyway, I was still worried that I’d been too aggressive or presumptuous, and that I’d ruined everything. I even wondered if I’d be let go.”
“A natural conclusion. Unless you’re on a porn set, banging the boss’ wife is rarely a solid employment strategy.”
“Wendy, please...”
“C’mon, Luke. If you weren’t the current target of my sarcasm you’d be saying the same. You’ve dished out plenty of snark with me over a little too much wine, on scores of occasions. Now it’s your turn to take it — you’ve certainly earned it — and suddenly you can’t handle it?” She’s probably right, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. “So where’d she go? No, hold on, let me guess: girls’ trip to wine country?”
Wow. “How could you possibly know that? Have you already talked to her?”
“No, and there’s no need. You know how most women find men pathetically predictable? I don’t know if it’s lesbian intuition or what, but, to me, straight women — or straight-ish, because I know she’s eaten some pussy in her day — are just as predictable. Your girl Kathryn ... she’s different in a lot of really interesting ways, and I can certainly understand why you weren’t able to resist her, but in other ways she’s just a woman after all.”
“But how did you know that...?”
“Did she tell you all about it?”
“Yeah, but...”
“Then let me flesh out the tale, and afterwards you can tell me what I got wrong. They stayed in a nice little private resort ... or wait, no: a rented luxury home, so they could cook and drink and relax without being interrupted by housekeeping or the need to remember their room numbers. Food, wine, spa treatments, chauffeured trips to and from wineries ... the whole package. Day one, everyone’s relaxed and having giggly fun, because they left all their troubles back home, and it’s such a relief to not have to look them right in the eye every single day. That night, when everyone’s more than a bit tipsy, racy little anecdotes start to sneak out. One by one they push the boundaries a little harder, because girls get competitive in groups, and every one of them wants to ‘reluctantly’ admit the juiciest, most shocking indiscretion, but not so shocking that the others turn on them. ‘Teehee, aren’t we misbehaving, isn’t this just like the old days when we were all single ... or at least able to fake it if presented with a sufficiently hot hookup?’”
“The next day, sober and a little tired — because at their age they don’t usually stay up so late or drink so much, though I’d wager your Kathryn’s an exception to that rule — the more serious bitching starts in earnest. John’s gaining weight and won’t go to the gym. Bob’s not the attentive lover he used to be, which makes me wonder if he’s having an affair. Bill’s never around, because he’s working way too much. He is working too much, isn’t he? He’s away from home all the time? She’s lonely, frustrated, and unfulfilled, emotionally and sexually?”
Amazed at her perceptiveness, he answered, “Uh, yeah. He’s...”
“I don’t need you to fill in the details. He’s not my concern in any of this; you are. Anyway: later that night, back in the confessional embrace of Bacchus — and they’re drinking harder than the night before, because now it’s not just escapist fun, it’s about numbing the pain and the anxieties and the affronts — the real truths start to come out. Betty’s talked to a divorce lawyer. Not seriously, just assessing the terrain. Kelly and John fight all the time, even about insignificant little things, because arguing is all they have left. Susie’s wearing low-cut tops with no bra around the hot landscapers, hoping they’ll notice ... which they have. Kathryn’s thinking about banging her wine consultant.”
He grimaced, but she pressed on.
“The next day, it’s all about hangovers and regrets. They keep doing the wine tours, or the spa, or whatever, but it’s not as much fun as it was the first day because everyone’s in their own head, trying to decide what to do. When they finally reconvene they’re floating audacious trial balloons, daring their friends to grant permission ... or, alternatively, to talk them out of it. And they do both, depending on the story and how closely it mirrors their own problems. Betty’s backing away from the idea of divorce because of the kids, but now Kelly’s considering it for the first time. Susie still wants to fuck the landscapers, but she’s afraid. Unfortunately, it’s not because she’s concerned about cheating on her husband; she’s sure she could get away with it. No, she’s worried about her friends finding out and thinking she’s a slut. After all, Susie’s been very careful to avoid being known as a slut since that night back in college when she got drunk and took on six dudes at a party, even though she’d already started dating the guy she eventually married.”
“Meanwhile, Kathryn’s looking at the calendar and realizing her husband won’t be home very much over the next few months, but that the virile young stud who obviously wants her so very badly is available all day, every day. Suddenly, she’s resolved: she’s going to do it. Everyone bonds over the unhappiness of their lives — whether or not they’re actually all that unhappy — after which come the hugs, fake girl-power bullshit, and a lot of theatrical crying about how they never see each other anymore but they’ll always have each others’ backs, blah, blah, blah. Everyone goes home feeling supported and empowered to do something they weren’t necessarily going to do until the trip somehow gave them permission, even though that permission was only granted inside their own heads. So tell me: was that exactly how it happened?”
Jesus fucking ... how the hell did she intuit all that? “I can’t believe you can just...”
“Shut up and answer the question. Was it?”
“Yes. I mean, some of the details were wrong, but yes.”
“And so ... wait, let me guess this part, too. When she came back, it was her that took things to the next level. Right?”
How can she know any of this? “It was, yes. I came upstairs and she was waiting in my bed, naked.”
“Of course. At that point, there’s no possible way you could say no.”
“Are you suggesting that I could have?”
“No, no, no. Kathryn Lloyd Maddox in your bed, naked and horny ... there might not be more than a few dozen people on this earth who could resist her. Hell, I know some gay men who’d wouldn’t be on that very short list. In that situation, she holds a royal flush and everyone else has a five.”
“Well, you’re right. I couldn’t have resisted even if I’d wanted to.”
“Especially as it was your entire purpose in taking the job to begin with.”
“You keep saying that, but no it wasn’t,” he objected. “I mean ... yeah, I was obviously thinking about her that way, and I certainly fantasized about her often enough, but it was something I only thought about, not something that I actually believed might...”
“Bullshit. Such self-serving bullshit.”
“Wendy, why are you so angry at me? Didn’t you tell me that you’d have sex with her if you could? Wouldn’t you still? What’s the difference? Are you jealous or something?”
“Yes, I did say that. Yes, I still would. No, I certainly wouldn’t have made a different choice if I found her waiting in my bed. Yes, I’m jealous. And by the way, jackass, I’m not actually mad at you for the reason you think. I thought I was, but now I see that I’m really not. I am more than a little upset about you trying to lie to me, but I’m not mad about you and Kathryn fucking, because I knew all along that it was going to happen. I’m mad because I thought I could talk you out of it, which was stupid of me. I was painfully wrong, maybe because I didn’t have the strength of my own convictions and my arguments couldn’t bear the strain of my hypocrisy. But still, despite all your bullshit, you’re supposed to be my friend and I had to at least try. Which, by the way, I’m going to do one more time before I give up. Luke, you know that this is a terrible, awful, no good idea, right? Please, please, please at least tell me that you know that much.”
All his turmoil and internal conflict came bubbling to the surface. Damn her. Everything is so good. Why is she trying to ruin it? “I know. Objectively, I do. But ... fuck, Wendy, you told me not to lie. The truth is that I’m not even sure about that. I know I should feel guilty, and I often do, especially when I’m alone, but deep down? I should feel a lot worse than I actually do. Guilt kept me on the straight and narrow for a while, but now? I ... I guess I don’t feel bad enough, if that makes sense. Does that make me a shitty person?”
“Well, you tell me: how do you feel when you’re talking to your dear old family friend Bill Harris? Do you feel like a shitty person then?”
“Ouch. That hurts. I know I probably deserve it, but ouch, Wendy.”
“Well, you know what they say about the truth. Does he know? Wait ... do they have an open marriage? That would change everything. I might even have to apologize to you.”
Wouldn’t that be nice? “No, he doesn’t know, or at least I don’t think he does. Kathryn was kinda weird about it, saying that if he figured it out he’d probably ignore it. To my knowledge, though, they don’t have an open marriage. If they did, I think she would’ve told me by now, considering what we’re doing. Though she also told me, once, that she wouldn’t care if he had an affair either, as long as he was honest with her if she asked. So maybe he feels the same way? I dunno, I feel like I’m grasping for justifications and excuses.”
“At least you realize it. Are you her first? Extramarital affair, I mean?”
“She says I am. In fact, she says this is the first time she’s ever cheated on anyone. For what it’s worth, she also claims that what we’re having isn’t an affair.”
“Really? Well, this should be good. What does she call it, then?”
“Her exact words were ‘it’s not an affair, it’s separate.’”
“Ah, the glories of sexual apartheid. You should change your name to Jim Crow. There’s no way it’s a two-way street, then. She’s determined to do you no matter what, and whether or not he has his own side piece, she doesn’t want him to find out.”
“Well, I obviously can’t ask him about it. Especially not now.”
“No. No you can’t. That bridge is already on fire. But even if he never figures it out, you’ll always know. You’re not a psychopath, after all. Once you stop fucking her, you’re going to feel guilty about it for the rest of your life. I hope you’re prepared for that.”
“Once we stop?”
“Christ, now you’re being a dumbass again. What do you think the endgame is?”
“I guess I haven’t thought about it.”
“No, of course you haven’t. That’s what I was trying to explain when I was yelling at you, but you wouldn’t listen. And unless your brain stops vacationing in your dick and moves back between your ears, you never will.”
“Do you think it’s going to end badly?’
“For one of you, a one hundred percent chance. For two of you, something uncomfortably close to that. For all three of you, still higher than fifty percent. Maybe the best you can hope for is that it doesn’t end badly for absolutely everyone involved, immolating your families, your friends, your professional reputations...”
Jesus, she’s being dramatic. “So what are you really saying? That you think I should stop?”
“Is there a word or phrase in any language that would make you walk away the next time Kathryn begs you to fuck her?” When no answer seemed imminent, Wendy snorted and continued, “That’s what I thought. No, Luke. I’m not telling you to stop, because what would be the point? I’d just be wasting my breath.”
“But ... okay, what if I tried to talk her into being the one to end it? Or maybe you could talk to her, and...”
“You can fuck right off with that shit. I’ll do no such thing, and never, ever ask me to do something like that again. Anyway, there’s nothing I could say that would change her mind, either.”
“Why do you say that?”
“How can you be such a moron? Really, how can you possibly be this dumb?”
“Wendy, what...?”
“She’s been planning this since the night she met you. This is the reason she hired you.”
What? “No, but that’s ... no, wait, she said that...”
“You’re about to say something incredibly stupid that suggests women are above devious machinations in the pursuit of a little strange. I suggest that you keep that sexist trash to yourself.”
“So you actually think she intended to cheat on Bill all along?”
“No, dear, because she’s not cheating. It’s not an affair, it’s separate.” Her derision was like a container of acid splashed across his face, and he hated it.
“Do you mean that she maneuvered me into this position? Like she sprung some sort of trap I was too besotted to see until it was too late?”
“No, no, nothing like that. You’re taking what I’m saying the wrong way. I think both of you went into this legitimately believing that you could restrain yourselves, as deranged as that belief was. But deep down, you also both went into this intending to finish what you started at my bar. You took the job so you could fuck her, she invited you to stay on the property so she could fuck you, and now — quelle surprise — you’re fucking. Mission accomplished! Honestly, the most shocking thing is that it took this long.”
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I'm planning to expand on the character costumization later, but first I want to focus on adding chapters. Leave a comment at the branch where you most want the next chapter! Also, please comment on my writing style, pacing, and point out my mistakes/plot holes. Feel free to add on to the story yourself if you please. It's been way too long since you last went eating out with your friend Amy. The choice was easy: you met up at the same restaurant you had been to on many occasions back when you...
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Hi, this is my one more story. I have written it with the help of a story I read in a book. Its about a boy who had a dream. A dream or one can say a fantasy. Please share your suggestion after you read the story. Now the fantasy in view of the boy.Its all about a fantasy I had for a girl. Her name is Deepti( name change). She is tall, very young about my half age. Her figure stands very attractive with 32 breast and 36 hips. The personality drives me to dream about her. Keeping her in my mind...
We were dying to see each other. All week long, the texts kept going between us. "I need you" "I want you" "I miss you terribly" "Three more days" "Two more days" "I need to fuck you" "I can't wait". The anticipation and the waiting was driving us insane. Being married to other people causes complications. We have to plan carefully and be alert to our surroundings. On Thursday night, my plans to get away fell through. I scrambled to come up with an alternate plan. Not seeing him wasn't an...
I wish you would be the woman I meet on my next site visit. You open the door wearing low cut clingy top. skirt slightly too short tight around your ass and high heels. I'm slightly stunned by the surprise of such a sexy Beauty answering the door and almost stammer as I introduce myself. You're having your basement finished so you invite me in to show me the way.You lead me down the stairs to the poorly lit basement,2x4 framing and not much else. As you walk around I drink you in. The wiggles...
Hi people, this is almost a live experience. Today, because of the verdict, one day holiday was declared in my office. So as everyone, I about some eatables, cool drinks and opened my system and was browsing for latest news and was enjoying the food. Around 11 am, The door bell rang. I thought it must be neighbor and went opened the door. A tall lady, dressed in white shirt and black pant, hairs loosened, fair in color was standing there with a some papers in her hand and a bag around her...
SOME LIKE IT, NOT! by Miss K -------- A silly modern day riff on the classic Billy Wilder / Marilyn Monroe / Tony Curtis / Jack Lemmon movie. Originally written in 2006. -- -------- The rain had begun in earnest. Sheeting down, pounding the grey seafront as Vincent trudged up to the bar where his band Slushpuppy was playing that night. It was May and typically wet and cold in Southend that time of year. Joey was waiting at the door, beer in hand. "What kept...
Alade Earuu Resort, Earuu Mountains 15:55 Local Time September 14, 2019 [They made good timing, ] I sent as I removed the rest of my winter clothing and deposited it within the Beacon’s dimensional storage. [They weren’t very far away, and they headed back as soon as they handed over control to the proper authorities. Not before helping themselves to some of the spoils, of course.] [Spoils? What do you mean?] [There’s a relatively new Pygmaean law that essentially gives the first person,...
Hi all this is Harish writing a real life sexperience with office colleague I am a SW guy working in one of the reputed organisation in chennai as a team leader age 28,slim built average looking and not a great cock like whats shown in the movies .We used to have cab pickup to office and drop back since we were supporting european counties .It all started when i saw this girl in the cab and my heart jumped a bit . She was from my area but two streets away and we didnt speak for a week . Then...
Skye and Jill scattered like cockroaches when the light comes on as soon as my face appeared in the doorway. Liz looked up from her desk while I stood sheepishly in front of her. “If you want Brea gone, she’s gone,” I said. “No,” Liz said almost at once. “I was being silly.” “It’s not worth arguing with you over,” I told her. “If she’s going to be a problem then you’re right. We should let her go. But I still think we do it in a way that it doesn’t come back on her at the hospital.” “She...
As you can tell from my other stories, I love big girls and sluts. I write about some of the slutty things my past and present girlfriends do or have done. One time, for a few months, 2 of them became friends which was pretty scary! But it turned out pretty cool.I was living in a 2 bedroom apartment with my girlfriend Sherry, a sweet, VERY pretty, BBW. Sherry was plump, with short brown hair, and 40D tits. Sherry's big talent was she was a squirter, she squirted lots of juice when she came, and...
The Characters and situations in the story are ficticious and author cautions that the situations depicted may upset some readers. Bomatsu Msingu waved happily as he saw my Land Rover sweep round to the check point."Very good to see you Bwana, welcome" he shouted."How are we doing," I enquired as I stopped and climbed from the ageing vehicle."Very well Bwana, on target, your friends will be very happy."Oxbridge Greening, my charity, bringing a sustainable future for farming in an area of...
Alina Lopez and Abigail Mac are in Abigail’s living room, sitting on the couch. Alina takes a deep breath before speaking. The first time she saw Abigail, she thought that she was so pretty, she says to Abigail shyly. Abigail puts her hand up in Alina’s face ‘Hold it,’ Abigail says, ‘you should NEVER be the first in the conversation to pay a compliment. Haven’t you learned anything from my book?’, pointing to the book that she wrote, How To Pick-Up...
xmoviesforyouYou and your wife, Jen, have been together for some time now. You have had a very lively and fun sex life together. You both like to try new things and keep things interesting in the bedroom. Tonight is much like any other Saturday night. You both are having a couples’ game night, and tonight your friends, Chloe and Bill, are hosting. You have always been a little jealous of Bill. While of course you love your beautiful wife, you can’t help but appreciate Chloe’s beauty, her charm, and you’ve...
Group SexHello.. Thanks for the wonderful response u have been giving me. I hope you like this one as well.. Please do reply ur view about the story in the comment. It was a lazy afternoon and Riya was feeling bored. She had done some chores, folded the washing, made herself a cup of chai and sat down for a while to read some news on her iPad but nothing was interesting to her. ‘I need to get out of here for a while,’ she said to herself. She wandered outside where Rajesh and Shreyas were playing some...
IncestThe walk home was when the facts really settled in for the first time. I’d been going along with whatever happened over the last few days, and had no regrets, but needed to sort out in my mind what was going on. That last was just a little too close for comfort. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to be caught in some really embarrassing situation, and get in trouble that I couldn’t just laugh off. The other thing I realised was that I needed to talk with someone about it all. I needed someone...
Sunday morning we woke up to Dawn looking to go out. I let the girls go back to sleep and took her out, letting her pee before I leashed her again and took her for her walk. I’d left my cane behind on purpose this time. I wanted to get myself back up and running literally since I couldn’t do any of the rest of my workout. The first step was walking. Dawn took off enthusiastically and I let her pull me around a little bit, picking up my pace. I wouldn’t exactly say I was sorry when I got back...
My wife is not a nurse, or licensed in any way to take care of the elderly or sick. So when she suggested taking in the old man next door, I was shocked. The thing was, she is just an all around kind person. And she felt really bad for him, not having anyone. Also, he was really rich, so maybe that played a part in my thinking. He had always been a bit of grump to most neighbors. To be honest, no one the neighborhood seemed to like him. And if he did have family, we could understand why they...
Linda and I were making out on the couch in her basement. The basement was her "free zone" where her parents wouldn't intrude (the dumb fucks) and we did all sort of shit down there. She was straddling me and humping on my hard cock when her best friend Melonie cleared her throat again. I glanced over at her and saw that she was bored or angry or something. So I asked Linda to get me a drink.while Linda was gone I apologized that we were not doing something more fun for her. Turns out that...
This happened a few weeks ago, and I'm still kinda shocked..My friend - whom I will call Tim - invited me for a sleepover since his mother was travelling for a work trip and she would not be home for three days.. I agreed since I had nothing planed anyway.I went to his home at about diner time.. I went there wearing the most informal clothes I had, shorts and a kinda stupid looking shirt and sneakers.. it is just my friend right?! wrong! unfortunately, when I knocked on the door his mother...
Pearl moved around the table plopping a dumpling into each of her brother's bowls of stew. She was the only female left on their farm, and with that came a surplus of feminine duties. As the three younger boys settled in next to the fire, Danny waited. His eyes moved over the curves his little sister had been building beneath her heavy skirts. “Come here Beauty.” Daniel held his hand out to her after he placed his dish in her washtub. Pearl sighed and wiped her hands on her apron,...
Hi guys my name is arjun 25 years old iam from chennai this is my a story.Read it and if you have any suggestion and comments you cam mail me After that incident priya becomes addicted to sex and from then we both had sex every day and in college everyone thought that priya has become my girlfriend but the truth is she had become as my sex slave even she will not leave college until she sucks me we had sex in college girls restroom regularly after her exams over we had an summer holidays priya...
As I sipped my coffee enjoying the view of my nude wife from behind getting ready in the bathroom, I couldn’t help but smile. For a woman of forty, Rachel was still such a stunner, with soft and supple B-cup tits, an amazingly round ass and thighs you want to use for ear muffs. I know my cock isn’t the only one she makes hard.“Don’t forget we have the pumpkin carving trail with Brian and Leyla today,” Rachel yelled over the sound of her blow dryer.I most certainly hadn’t forgotten. Brian and...
ThreesomesA teenage witch, Selena (Giselle Palmer), is ready to try a new spell. She is secretive as she collects strands of hair from a couple of hairbrushes, then returns to a table covered with flowers and candles. She adds the hair to the mixing bowl, along with other choice ingredients, and begins the ritual. It’s a powerful spell that she has no business attempting, but she has a deep desire that can’t be ignored any longer… Meanwhile, Hildie (Serene Siren) is elsewhere in the...
xmoviesforyouHeather was waking up from her nap, and was regretting it already. She wasn't a nap person, and was now facing one good hour of headaches. It beat facing the full brunt of a seven-hour long flight, but for some reason, the headache was really severe this time."Hmmmngh...dammit..."She had shoulder-length dirty blonde hair and cute features marred by baggy eyes and a few freckles. She certainly couldn't be confused for a guy, even with her tendency to wear practical male clothing, but her body...
Introduction: A pair of young college students share a special time during Christmas break. Back in the summer of 1980, I was a restless young man. I was a 19-year-old with a natural curiosity and a cocky attitude. The summer of 1980 was also the last summer I had before going off to college. I had taken a year off after high school and felt I needed to make the most of my time off. That meant work hard and play even harder. I had taken a job as a carnival worker, or carnie as they are known,...
(This is part three of a three part series. Please read the first two parts first. As always, your constructive comments and your votes are very much appreciated.) * Jessica stood almost naked, dressed only in her sheer g-string in the living room of her apartment, frozen with fear. Of course she recognized Gerald Hershberger from the many pictures of the Country Club board members that she had seen. And while Gerald was about the only man on the board of the Country Club who hadn’t hit on...
When I was a teen, my aunt got married and had all her nieces in her wedding. The week before the wedding family members started arriving from all over the globe. Among them was my cousin Leticia from Panama. Leticia and I were the same age,and both of us were tall, being 5'9 and had the family trademark of big hips and asses. Leticia was beautiful. She wore a d cup bra and had the tiniest waist. She was like Rihanna with a big ass and tits. Her accent also was impressive. I had not seen...
Doreen and Barbara, two English divorcees, are sharing a beach side apartment in the Spanish resort of Benidorm. Barbara is the owner and uses it as her base for discreet prostitution work, servicing the needs of frustrated middle-aged British ex-pats. Her close friend Doreen is visiting after the breakdown of her marriage, which had been virtually sexless for years.The two women couldn't be more different in looks and demeanour. With her hourglass figure, peroxide blonde hair and painted...
LesbianThe nearest peaks in the Coastal Range were visible even from Circle Bay, and it hadn’t taken long to reach the foothills south of the city. Corec was setting up his tent when Ellerie and Boktar returned from climbing the nearest hill for a better look. “Did you see anything?” he asked. “The road curves around to the east,” Ellerie said, “but if my maps are right, we don’t want to go that way. There’s not enough land between the sea and the mountains for what I’m trying to find. There’s...
Mala kahi samjat navte. Mavshila nakki kay karayacha hota? Pan tila kay karnar aahe he mala janun ghyaach hota. Me room madhe aalo ani laptop ver internet chalu kele. Me ek sex vishai mahiti karun denari site open keli ani tyan mavshiche mansthiti che varnan kele. Ardhya tasane mala tya site kadun e mail ala. To vachun mala thoda aanad zala. Tyat ase hote ki ha sex cha ek prakar aahe. Yaat vyaktila sex karnyachi aavad tashi naste. Asha manovriti cha vyaktina ekantat aaplya avdiche madak(sexy)...
Enjoy Ch 7, evolving the fantasy makes for slow, horny writing. Remember to always be safe and sane!Chapter 7"Time to go, slut."Daddy had left me tied, gagged, and blindfolded in the tub of the motel room for some time, maybe a half-hour or longer, before I heard the door open and his voice. It was all he said as he helped me stand, unhooked my ankles, and began to lead me out into the room. I was still gagged, blindfolded, and nervous as we moved towards the exit, pausing long enough for him...
I am feeling very sexual this morning. I have decided to wear under my work attire a bra, garter, stockings and lacy boy shorts. I feel very feminine and dare I say very gay.I don’t really speak from a lot of experience, only what I know I might like and have thought about or maybe experienced. There’s no question though that we are in the same lane.Oh yes, babe, I’d have you moaning and your hips would be rising to meet my mouth as you pump your cock in my desperately horny mouth. My mouth...
Danica returned to her room in the main complex of the Forge with a heavy heart. She knew that another task awaited her, this time without companions to stand with her. Celes revealed that she planned to return to Zoraster's complex that day. She had left some things half finished, and wanted to get back to them. She also felt saddened by the breakup of the Companions of the Forge, and knew that staying here would remind her constantly of that loss. When Celes left, Danica sat down to talk...
"Please, don't say anything," Amanda told me, placing a wet hand over my lips. "There's something you need to know, first." I nodded, surprised not so much by her presence, as by the shy, almost timid manner in which she spoke. "I - I've been talking with your people, and I know that you expect women to be doing their damndest to get pregnant about now. I understand that, and have even passed it on to the people who came with me. I imagine most of them are somewhere out there...
AUTHOR’S NOTE – This story is partly fantasy, partly true. For best effect, read parts 1-4 before this part. The main character, Sethy, is based upon a real woman who is an active member of the XHamster community, and much of Sethy reflects the true woman. The photos included in this story are of the real Sethy and are here with her permission. This story is the property of the author and cannot be copied or used in part or in entirety without express written consent of the author. Sethy – Part...
We had moved several times since Dad and Mom got their divorce, mostly for Dad to escape from the memories. My brother and sister, Steven and Ashley, had been awarded to Mom in the divorce decree and I to Dad, and I was pleased. Mom and I had never gotten along with her overbearing attitude and downright cruelty in dealing with me and my problems. Really, they were not problems, more that I had no real desire to fit in with those around me, and chose to rebel rather than conform.We were now far...
He stared in utter disbelief at the Council of Ten. "Pardon me?" Preliator asked in a harsh tone. "Exactly what do you mean by, 'we can't spare the resources?' We aren't talking about a god damned business deal here! In case you have forgotten, the particular topic of discussion is the Earth- a planet with intelligent beings living on it that is about to be attacked! Humanity is a pre-interstellar flight civilization, do you expect them to have the technology to fight effectively by...
Healing Cousin George Part 21 - Final Chapter - True Colours by Karin Roberts The Taxi dropped us of right outside of the main doors of the hall. Gavin offered each one of us his arm as we both took one before stepping into the foyer. "There's Archie over there," Debbie gestured over towards an older man by the cloakroom. She waved him over towards us. "Hi Gavin, Debbie... this must be Alex!" he smiled, offerring me his hand....
IntroductionThis hot tub feels amazing. The warm water, bubbling, gurgling all around my naked body. I close my eyes, lean my head back, hearing the sounds of my three beautiful daughters loving on a black man. They are sitting across from me, Angela, Alice, Jules, along with TJ.I hope my eyes, watching them run their hands over his huge black muscles, kiss at his face, shoulders, chest, and take turns sucking and stroking the monster cock poking out of the bubbling water. I moan, thinking...
I had just booked in to a hotel and saw a friend having dinner with a gorgeous bit of stuff that I knew wasn’t his wife and when I passed them and was behind her I nodded to him, grinned and did the wanking sign with my hand. He nodded his head slightly so she wouldn’t notice. I pointed to the toilets and motioned for him to go there. Sure enough a few minutes passed and he joined me there. Apparently this girl was on a conference and staying at the hotel for the night and he was trying to get...
Luella’s libido had reached dizzying new heights over the last week. The myth of the female sexual peak in the early 30’s shouldn’t necessarily be scoffed at. It began on her 30th birthday, she’d been having a roaring time, out with the girls, all dressed up, dancing, drinking bright blue cocktails. Then it hit her, a full on, slap your face, arousal that left her cerise knickers sodden and with an overwhelming urge to touch herself. The obligatory snake of the Ladies queue made her restless....
MasturbationThey chatted during the drive back to Joanna's home with Angela revealing many of the salient details of her relationship with her previous partners. As they neared their destination, Angela felt herself tingling with excitement and the temptation to tease Joanna more became almost irresistible. "Let's try the leather on you one more time," she urged. Joanna reluctantly changed into the outfit, happier now that the two of them were alone. She watched as Angela closed the curtains before...
Three days later, the Isebrands, with some fifty men, travelled thirty leagues to the south, and to Lauheim. The small town, or extended village, spread at the foot of a small hill. On top of that hill, a small castle had been built, surrounded by a twelve-foot wall and a dry moat. They crossed the drawbridge into the courtyard of the castle and found the main building to be two storeys high, with a slate covered roof. Ivy covered most of the walls, and the shutters were closed. The castle...
When I was growing up, our neighborhood was predominantly an Irish ghetto but there was a "DEW" line warning of things to come with the sprinkling of Puerto Rican newcomers finding apartments willing to let them stack up tenants like cordwood in shifts around the clock. I was born somewhere up in the Harlem area which was a completely black bailiwick now and my grandfather's 15 room mansion was broken up into the same number of apartments for a booming rental business that was all profit...
Three days later they began their third year of school. They soon fell back into their usual routine of early classes, studying, and working out. This year it was different: they no longer had to go their separate ways at night. The love-making was always fantastic, but it was more than sex, it was the afterglow. Being able to hold your lover in your arms, to fall into a peaceful sleep, with no time restraints until the following morning, was wonderful. Katie loved being in school. She loved...
Sam stood outside Miss Turner's front door. The weekend was hell was for him. He couldn't sleep, he had to sit down on the toilet and pee like a girl and more importantly, he couldn't jack off. The young man feared what the beautiful woman but deadly woman had in store for him.He took a heavy breath and knocked on the door. He waited for a few seconds as the door opened.Paula was wearing black yoga pants and a black tank top. "Please come inside." Sam walked into the house. "Please follow me...
HIThis is another one of my real life experiences. All my cross dressing and sex experiences are on my work trips as that is the only time I am alone and I can indulge in my pleasures ( as I live in a joint family n India so cross dressing at home or in my home town is not possible).So here I was getting ready to go on another work trip to Lucknow ( a big town in the state of UP in India). I reached there by train around noon and since the office was about 60 kilometers out of town I hired a...
Starring ME (Kookooakchu12) Starring "Cindy the Pet" (She's 18 Legal! XD) FACT: This is a TRUE STORY of Losing my V-Card
The last hour at work had been torturous for Kayla. The closer the clock edged to quitting time, the more her anticipation of the evening that followed swelled. The experiences of the last two evenings at Mary’s house were still fresh in her mind, and a new delight awaited in Penny this evening.She wasn’t surprised when Robert pulled up to shuttle her to Mary’s. Mary had explained that after the first happy coincidence, she had arranged for Robert to be within a block of her place of work,...
SpankingNow Amber is about 5' 7", 105lbs,shoulder length blond hair and 17yrs old, with very perky tits, and a perfectly tight, firm ass. I have thought of that ass a lot, when I beat off, just dreaming of sticking my cock in it. She arrived shortly, wearing a loose halter top, and a very short, white (see thru) skirt, that showed me she was wearing a white thong . I thought I'd come in my pants right then! As we walked into my house, I could see the outline of her great ass, which made my cock...
the door suddenly opens and there stands Paul and Kevin, staring at us. "it is not what it looks like" i say trying to get off Nate. i finally got out of the shower, soaking wet with my boobs hanging out and my pants a translucent black, and standing between me and the soiltude of my bedroom, were two of my room mates with looks of amusement. God this couldnt get worse. Mid way through my thoughts i heard a knock on the door followed by Lottie screaming "HI TINA." yes it could get worse...
It started as an obsession, a lustful desire of sorts. Every time the subject came up it aroused me. The thought of someone using me as their sex toy drove me insane. The humiliation caused from being teased, the thought of a powerful master shooting his seed into me, how I longed for the feeling. The problem is I am still.... pure. Yes twenty-three years old and still a virgin. Even though I have never done anything I feel so deprived. Perhaps this is how my life is destined to be forever, me...
BDSMAlicia wrapped the robe around her lithe nude body and padded down the thick carpeted hall to her eighteen year old twin brother Alexander's room. She knocked on the door, and without waiting for an answer, opened it and went inside, finding Alex lying on his bed reading his history book, and only looking up when his sister asked, "Ready for our good night kisses?" "Where are the folks," he asked, while placing the book mark on page 273? "They're downstairs watching the news, something about...
EroticHi, my name is Tim. I’m 59, lost my wife to cancer a couple years ago but still enjoy sex whenever I can get it. I have a few things on my list I’d like to do before I lose the urge. I’ve lived in the same house for over 30 years and don’t intend to go anywhere else. I love having coffee in the morning and BBQ in the evening on my patio. The neighbor’s behind me have only lived there a couple years. They are friendly enough but just don’t socialize. I’ve invited them over for coffee or eats...