Molly Curt Naked In School Chapter 4
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NiS is purely fictional, so this story is SciFi. I had to build a culture where something so bizarre could happen. I chose to use today's political parties and extrapolate from there to some future an indeterminate number of years from now. The resulting future parties have 'evolved' from today's equivalents.
Which 'evolved' party would be the most likely to implement NiS? Despite the angry responses of offended Democrats, it seems pretty obvious to me. Right-wing governments are always restrictive on moral/social issues such as sex and nudity. Those who fought hard against sex education in schools were all Republicans or farther to the right, for example. To the chagrin of mainstream Republicans, the fringe element that is opposed to any intrusion on personal freedom, such as drivers licenses, will vote Republican if they vote for either major party. A huge percentage of home-schoolers vote Republican. What would it take for a party with those elements within it to morph into something that could implement NiS?
Let's look at today's Democratic party. Much to the chagrin of its mainstream working-class core, it has it's own 'fringe' elements. In today's culture, those working to remove the influence of religion from the culture and to eliminate traditional/archaic moral/social restrictions are all either Democrats or somewhere farther to the left.
Several readers have argued that it is the conservatives who have violated personal freedoms the most, thus they would be the ones to implement something intrusive like NiS. They are missing the point. Because of its permissive sexual nature, NiS is light years away from any conceivable conservative support.
What kind of person would take up the battle against NiS and the government that implemented it? Would it not have to be someone pretty far to the right? Notice that it is Jason who has the most political interest. Molly and Curt just want to see NiS done away with.
In order to build characters who could believably (?) be involved in this controversy, they need to have political views. I have chosen to let them express those views.
So, if you don't like the way I portray your party or your beliefs and their relevance to the story, at least admit that I arrived at the story's political setting on some rational basis. Also, it is a fictional future version of the party, not today's reality.
I'm sure I will get some interesting suggestions on how the politics could have been inverted.
Now, back to the story.
Darren's parents would have preferred to send him to Hooverton Sunday evening, rather than waiting until Monday morning. Because of the last-minute scrambling to help every possible kid, Jason did not want the first batch of refugees to arrive until Monday. They were warned to get out of their homes well before the start of school since Program enforcers or police officers were often sent to homes to retrieve scheduled participants who did not show.
Darren had the maximum two checked bags and one carry-on with him and his parents promised to ship anything else that he needed. It was an emotional parting. They were a close family, and this would be the first separation. They were upset and angry that the Program was forcing this, but neither parent thought that he should just endure the Program.
Darren's problem was a deformed penis. It was correctable with surgery, but the surgery was very expensive, and since it was elective, getting approval through the health system could literally take forever. In addition, the surgery was most successful at full maturity. Just entering his sophomore year, and not particularly advanced physically, Darren was a ways from full maturity.
Just showering at school had been traumatic enough, and had brought out the worst of teenaged cruelty. No person with any compassion would think of making Darren go naked in school for a week. Some psychologist probably thought they were helping him by putting him in, forcing him to accept his body as it was. That he ended up in the first week was suspicious, indeed.
They had been instructed to call a cab to get to the airport, and they were assured that the cab was pre-paid. When they were picked up, the driver handed them an envelope that contained enough cash to cover the airfare plus one hundred dollars. A note in the envelope told them that if Darren's father paid for the ticket with his credit card and took the equivalent cash, it would be even better.
Jason's legal team had determined that if the refugees purchased their own tickets on commercial carriers, it would be difficult to mount any legal action against the school. They hoped to be able to ease that requirement, but they had had little time to study the applicable law.
In discussions, Jason and Curt had worried that after the first week or two, Program enforcers might actual watch airports for those fleeing. On the first day, that would not be a problem.
Leaving was much more difficult and more traumatic for Anita. Rather than her parents sadly sending her away, she was fleeing. Her district had parental exemptions, but her parents had refused to file one for her. The problem was her religious beliefs.
Several year earlier, Anita had made a commitment to Christ, and she had tried hard to live up to the Bible's teachings. She believed that the open sexuality forced by the Program was against the teachings about the sanctity of the marriage union, and she just could not participate.
Molly had contacted Anita just the night before with the news that she would have to strip at school the next morning. She had been shocked, then angry, then resigned to having to flee as Molly offered her an escape.
For Anita, it was more than modesty or prudery. It was a deep-seated belief. She could not help being angry that Muslim students obtained exemptions so easily, but no Christian, no matter how devout, could get one. Just because the prohibitions in the Koran and in Muslim tradition were so explicit ... That and the fact that many groups categorized as Christian supported the Program and the new sexual freedoms. Of course, there were still segments of the Muslim community where a relative might actually kill a Muslim girl who defiled herself.
The Program would have been particularly hard on Anita because she was voluptuous. Since the age of eleven, she had been the target of ribald remarks from males of all ages. One time, in the midst of one of their frequent arguments over religion, her father had told her that she was a 'walking wet dream.' Her mother had been particularly unhappy about his outburst, but Anita could never forget it.
Early Monday morning, Anita had to force those thoughts from her mind and just do what she had to do. In the wee hours, she had managed to pack a suitcase and get it out of the house into some shrubs at the corner of their yard without waking anyone. She forced herself to stay awake so she could leave the house well before anyone else arose.
As arranged with Molly, a cab picked Anita up three doors down from her house. She had lugged her suitcase and backpack to where she could hide in a break in a large hedge until the cab arrived. She was greatly relieved to be picked up by a woman driver, having no idea how Molly had scrambled to arrange that.
One of Jason's ingenious employees had set up the wiring of cash to all-night businesses that handled such transactions. Each of the cabbies involved was well compensated for their extra trouble.
Anita had no one to send her off, making the whole trip that much worse. Fortunately, a kind gate attendant made sure that she knew just what to do, and spent a few minutes chatting with her when there was no one waiting to check in. Anita had reached the airport well before her scheduled flight.
As she sat in the gate area, just watching the people, Anita wondered when they would discover her absence, and how they would react. Despite the violent disagreements on her beliefs, her parents were attentive, not neglectful. Part of her wanted to at least call and let them know. Molly, though, had been adamant. Until she was safely at the Pritchard estate near Hooverton, no one could know where she was.
It seemed unlikely that the Program could get its act together quickly enough to stop her at the transfer airport, but it was not worth taking the chance.
Hooverton was a Class C city, so both Darren and Anita had to change planes. The Hooverton connector flight left just before noon, so they both had a fairly long wait. There eventually were five teens in the gate area, and after they all looked at each other suspiciously for a while, one girl began approaching all of the others asking "Going to see Molly and Curt?"
That was all it took, and the five eagerly got together and began sharing their stories. The comfort of other kids in the same situation was wonderful, and when Molly, Curt, Jason, and Gwen met them coming out of security, it was already a group of five friends.
Before they even picked up their bags, they were each handed a phone and told to call their families. They were given a script of things they should be sure to say. Key among those things was a website that would explain everything about the refuge plan. They were encouraged to keep the calls brief and unemotional.
Because of their awe when entering the Pritchard estate, the kids had to be reminded that it would not be their permanent home. It still looked like a few days of unexpected luxury, and it helped to soften the blow of leaving their homes.
About the time that Darren, Anita, and the others were making their way to their respective airports, Summer Friedel was ushered into a small dining room at the White House. After exchanging pleasantries and placing their food orders, the President led off the serious business. "Summer, how much more noise is there going to be about your program?" She could not miss the use of 'your program', making clear the threat that he would disassociate himself from the Program, if necessary.
"You know what the public's attention span is like, Carl. Yesterday's broadcast should be the last that the networks will bother with those kids."
"Tell me about that website that keeps getting mentioned."
"It was started last spring. We tried to get it shut down, but we could not find a legal way to do it," Summer told him.
"The accounts on there - are they true?"
"The ones we have researched are true, yes." Summer knew better than to not be completely honest with her old friend.
"Have you known about these kinds of problems all along?"
"Of course. We keep meticulous records. Carl, the number of problems is very small compared the total number of high school students involved."
"But every story is a tear-jerker, apparently," Carl pointed out. "It's the kind of thing we usually campaign against. Couldn't you tell which students might go nuts and exempt them?"
"Our strategy was carefully worked out," Summer explained. "First of all, there is no good way to detect a possible incompatible student."
"Incompatible? A suicide or a breakdown is an incompatible?"
"Would you rather we called them casualties?" Summer retorted rather sharply.
"I would rather they never happened," Carl shot back. "Tell me more about your strategy."
"We felt strongly that we had to put every student through it. Almost all students who thought they could never make it come out much stronger. It has opened up hundreds of thousands of kids already, Carl."
"It's the 'almost' that worries me," Carl said. "You know that one of the big criticisms used against us is that we think only about classes or groups, not the individuals that are in those groups. Those 'almosts' are individuals. Are we being guilty of what they've accused us of?"
"Just like everything in education, we have to focus on the vast majority. There are always children on the fringes that we cannot help properly," Summer said.
"But if it's a genius who is bored or a kid that just can't understand math, we don't end up with a suicide."
"That's not true, Carl. We do indeed end up with suicides and breakdowns for just those reasons. We end up with a lot more because kids feel like they are outcasts. The Program tries to help that."
"How."
"For one thing, if everyone has to do their week, it becomes a great leveler. Money, brains, athletic skill, musical talent - none of that matters. They all have to strip at some point.
"Furthermore, I cannot tell you the number of 'wallflowers' or 'misfits' who have turned out to be very attractive when naked. In countless cases, those misfits have had their lives turned around because of the realization of how they truly compare with their contemporaries."
"And if the misfits are not particularly attractive nude?" he asked.
"Then they are at least no worse off than before. Usually, they are better off. They have proven they could do something they probably thought was impossible. And at some point, they will get to look at and fondle those that they felt inferior to.
"You see, Carl, this is not something we just concocted over drinks one night and decided to try out."
"No, I never suspected that, Summer. I know that is not your style. So your contention is that the 'incompatibles' caused by the Naked in School Program are no more numerous than those caused by difficult coursework or the teenaged caste system?"
"I could probably get figures to support that, but that is what I believe."
"There really is no way to get that across to the public, is there?" he asked.
"I'm afraid not. We certainly don't want to talk about suicides for any reason. We are starting a campaign to tout the benefits of the Program. You know, testimonials on TV. Everything."
"Are you sure that's a good idea. Wouldn't it be better to just let the whole subject fade from the public's mind?"
"I hadn't really thought of it that way," Summer mused. "But what if the other side starts advertising?"
"And just who is the 'other side'?"
"Those who seem intent on hurting the Program."
"What? Disgruntled kids? Grieving parents? Certainly they can't pose any real threat."
With a sigh, Summer said "Renewal. Pritchard."
"Damn! Proof?"
"No. But lots of 'tracks'. It has to be."
That was not something that Carl wanted to hear. Because of the power and wealth of the people involved, Renewal had long loomed as a potential threat to their governance. So far, Renewal had only conducted skirmishes. They had cost the party a seat here and there, and they had generated some embarrassment by pointing out abuses or manipulations that should never have occurred. They had amounted to no more than a vigilant watchdog. So far.
"Why would Renewal even be interested the Program?"
"As you have no doubt heard, they are using the human rights violation angle."
"But that's our strong suit!" Carl exclaimed.
"I'm sure that's what makes it so appealing to them in this case," Summer pointed out, "and dangerous to us."
"So you think it is dangerous?"
"No, no. That was a poor choice of words. I think you know what I mean, though. Political 'table turning' has always been a prime tactic."
The President was quiet as he ate several more bites. "But you think this whole flap will just fade away?"
"There have been flaps before. Lawsuits, demonstrations, you name it. None of them have lasted very long. They've done their sensational little show. What more can they do?"
Molly had done quite a bit of tossing and turning Sunday night, thinking about how much she should involve herself with a possible political battle over the Program.
She had a piece of information that was politically important. A Democratic congressperson was going to lose an important percentage of her financial support. That potentially affected just one seat, but what if there were similar reactions in many districts?
In her voluminous reading, she had come across Machiavelli. At the time, she found it intriguing but somewhat abstract. Sometimes, her active mind infuriated her, especially when it cost her much-needed sleep. Why had Machiavelli popped into her mind last night when she should have been sleeping?
When she got up, she decided what she wanted to do. On a congressional website, she found the phone number and email for Congressperson Letitia Monroe. She left a voice message and an identical email. "Congresswoman, this is Molly Parkhurst. I have important information that I think you need to hear as soon as possible. It concerns your support from the various Parkhurst family foundations and trusts." She left the number of her special 'Bert' phone.
Letitia Monroe could not have been in the office very long before she called Molly. "Miss Parkhurst, what is this about Parkhurst support?"
"It has been cut off, by order of Mother Parkhurst," Molly said, trying to sound neutral.
If there was any doubt about the importance of the support to Ms. Monroe, it was erased when she stammered "H ... how did that happen? Wh ... why?"
Molly retold the events at the picnic. "I guess I had better find out more about the Program," Ms. Monroe said, her composure back in hand. "Perhaps I was wrong in supporting it."
"Congresswoman," Molly said solemnly, "If you change your position that way, it will look mercenary. I can't believe it would regain you the Parkhurst money."
"But without that money, I could lose my seat. Would your family want that?"
"Let me make a suggestion," Molly said, dodging the question. "Why don't you call for an investigation of the website that has all of those negative stories on it?"
"But I thought you were against the Program," the confused woman said.
"Oh, I am. After the investigation proves the claimed abuses of the Program to be true, then you could say that you honestly had no idea, and change your position, along with a lot of your colleagues."
"But what if the allegations are not true?"
"Oh, they are. No doubt about it," Molly assured the woman.
"So, you want me to retain my seat?"
"Not particularly," Molly answered, "nor do I particularly want to see you voted out. I want to see the Program stopped. If helping you causes that to happen, fine. Isn't that what politics is about?"
"I'll have to think about that idea," Monroe said.
"Right now, no one but family knows about the cut off in funding. If word gets to the press, you will look bad suggesting an investigation after the money loss," Molly pointed out.
"I see your point. I would have to act quickly, wouldn't I?"
"I think so," Molly agreed. "You have my encouragement to use me as the villain. Your reason for calling for an investigation could be that a teenager from your own district helped to start this current flap. You are embarrassed about that and want to get to the bottom of it."
"Miss Parkhurst, if you decide to get into politics, I could find a job for you very quickly."
Molly managed to wait until the trip to the airport to tell the others what she had done with Monroe. "Well, that certainly will draw attention to the abuses," Jason said, not sounding all that impressed.
"Jason, Jason!" Molly said in a teasing voice. "Think about it! Don't you think the last thing the Program wants is an investigation of that website. We know what it would uncover, and so do they. And if a legislator from their own party calls for it? I thought you liked disruption."
It was fortunate that the the limo had a hired driver, for Jason would have surely gone off the road, were he behind the wheel. His belly laugh seemed to go on for minutes. "You are a she-devil!" he was finally able to say to Molly. "Would you take two hundred 'K' a year to join my political strategy team?"
"No thank you, Jason. That's my second offer today. I just want to stop the Program, remember?" she said. "Besides, I don't need the money." She immediately wished she had not mentioned the money. A quick peek at Curt did not show that he had reacted.
All across the country that Monday morning, teens were being greeted with summonses to the principal's office when they arrived at school.
Many were excited at the prospect of displaying their bodies to their classmates. For the boys, even the boldest ones, the thought of having erections in public was not easy to adjust to, but because of the popularity of nude beaches and pools, a large percentage had been through it already.
Many of the girls had already taken the opportunity to bare themselves in public, as well. Since it was the 'in' thing and fad consciousness among teenaged girls was a strong as ever, a large percentage of girls had spent some time naked in more or less public settings.
Still, school was different. It was such a closed environment where some of the other students knew one so well. It was where most kids had worked hard to build the persona that they wanted to project. They had chosen the clothes, the makeup, the jewelry, the walk, the speech patterns, and the attitude that best represented who they wanted others to think they were.
Then along comes the program and eliminates every possible secret. Even with the freshness and beauty of youth, only a small percentage of bodies were perfect. The weaknesses and imperfections that the careful image building had tried to camouflage would now be on glaring display.
Those who developed the Program had sought just that openness and lack of pretense and secrecy. They theorized that when teens could no longer hide their bodies, they would be forced to accept themselves as they were. That would be an important step toward becoming a well-adjusted adult.
Various other benefits were expected from the enforced nudity. Students who were shy and withdrawn would be forced into the spotlight where there would be no way to withdraw. They would discover that they could interact with their classmates in ways that they had never expected, and their whole personalities would be affected. On the other hand, classmates would see unsuspected beauty and sex appeal in the naked students and would hold them in higher regard.
The theorists understood that high school was a unique closed environment with a very strict, very rigid social structure. It was not at all a stretch to call it a caste system. They felt that it was a benefit to try to break down the separation between the various groups, thus eliminating much of the hurtful behavior that they believed harmed both the victims and the perpetrators.
In a way, the enforced nudity and the enforced availability to sexual contact were separate programs with separate motives. While the nudity was comparatively benign, the reasonable request requirement was definitely intrusive. The major intent was to provide all students with an opportunity to learn and understand things about sex that they might not otherwise be able to experience. Learning required bodies of the opposite sex to experiment with. Making each Program participant a 'specimen' for the benefit of the other students was the solution arrived at by the developers. If it was intrusive for the participants, it was necessary for the benefit of all. Since, ideally, every student would suffer the same intrusion when it was their turn in the Program, no one was discriminated against or treated unfairly.
The four teens ate lunch on the patio, even though it had gotten very warm. Eleanor and Win ate inside, and Penny was reluctant to eat with Win when she was naked. When he saw her start to dress, Bert quickly stopped her and asked Erma to serve them outside. It was evident that Lisa was suffering in the heat. She wore loose shorts and a baggy top, but that was quite a bit in the August heat. Bert was sensitive to her extreme body-shyness, but he could also tell that she needed relief from...
About the time President Carl Garrett was pondering the pressures of his office in the relative quiet of Camp David, Bert saw his mother heading for the master suite and hurried to speak to her. "Mom, I don't think you should come to my room tonight. I mean, I love having you next to me, but I'm worried about you and Dad." "You're right, Honey. You gave me what I needed last night, and that was so important to me. Thank you." She punctuated that with a quick kiss. "Tonight, I need...
"You know what Penny and Bert are doing, don't you?" Lisa asked Molly as they and Cassie relaxed in loungers by the pool. "No ... you mean!?" At Lisa's nod, Molly asked "Does that make you sad?" "Sad?" Lisa asked in puzzlement. "Oh, you mean am I jealous? I couldn't expect Bert to feel that way about me. I'm happy for Penny. She's had a rough time at home, too." Molly, like everyone else, could not help but be impressed by the sweetness of Lisa. How anyone could put her...
Wednesday after dinner, Molly and Bert sat together monitoring one of the more popular chatrooms. It was a new and rather disturbing feeling for Molly to sit by her naked, hunky brother and try to do a normal activity. On the drive home, she had thought about him and had longed for just this chance. Now, sitting with her shorts-clad leg touching his bare one, his body seemed to scream for her attention. Raising her hand to the keyboard rather than letting it drop to his crotch became a test...
When Curt called Molly on Saturday, after two days of school resuming, she had mixed feelings. Part of her loved to hear his voice, but part of her wished that the torment would just stop. "Molly, now that the Program is dead, there are quite a few families that are busted up because of it. There are kids here in Hooverton who don't feel they can go home because of the disrespect their parents showed by not exempting them. I suspect that around the country, there are even more. "You've...
While the rest of the folks at the Pritchard compound found places to grab a few hours of sleep, Patricia and Ben were too stirred by what they had seen during the night to even think of sleep. Lisa was not interested in sleep, either. She was playing, people were listening, and they were enjoying it. It was a totally new experience for her and she just could not pull herself from the keyboard. Only when Patricia and Ben, talking quietly in the back of the auditorium, were the only listeners...
Summer Friedel was not all that irritated when her personal secretary, Ben, interrupted her at yet another cocktail party. As the Director of the Naked in School Program, she was in demand at any function at all related to the party or its fund-raising activities. She was the darling of the powerful social activist segment of the party. That was good for her ego, but the unending stream of invitations sometimes wore her down. She was going through one of her standard sequences that had...
Lisa had watched the Parkhursts leave for the family picnic with more than a little trepidation. Cassie and Penny had been over for Sunday morning, but knowing that Bert would be gone, they had left for home. Lisa had almost been tempted to go with them, but Bert had sensed that and talked her out of it. The big SUV that served as a limo was barely through the gates of the estate when Erma came and put a gentle hand on Lisa's shoulder. "Scared, Honey?" Just the evidence of caring brought...
As busy and eventful as Tuesday had already been, it was not quite over. As had been his habit, Bert waited until Lisa had a chance to get in bed before coming into his suite Tuesday night. This time, she was sitting on the bed in her tee, looking downcast. He sat beside her and just waited for her to say something. "Why are you letting me stay here, Bert? Why are you letting me sleep with ... uh, sleep in your bed?" "You scared me when you talked about killing yourself, Lisa. Molly and...
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"Can I take you up on that invitation to hang out here?" Bert asked as Gretchen opened to his knock and could not lift her eyes from his crotch. "Invit ... Oh, yeah. Sure. Come on in. We're all watching TV." "All?" he asked. "Erma's here, too." Sunday had been an unbelievable day. Molly was gone. He needed a break from his often depressing, often infuriating time on the websites about the Program. The farther he stayed from his parents, the better, yet he needed to be with...
"Don't be silly, Lisa. He'll be hurt if you don't sleep with him," Molly said. Lisa was reluctant to take her now customary place in Bert's bed when they returned around midnight Thursday. "You're sure he won't be upset with me for not skinny dipping this afternoon?" "Why has he had you sleeping in his bed? Why has he talked you into getting naked a few times?" "He says so I can survive the Program. But about all I can survive right now is having a boy in the showers with...
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Ashleigh smiled around the cock of the boy thrusting in and out of her mouth, sucking at it a bit harder. She was lying on her back in the middle of a group of men, some who she knew, some who she didn’t. Her best friend had just turned twenty one and of course threw a party, complete with alcohol, illicit drugs, and an endless supply of sex. Ashleigh had a cock in each of her hands, and she stroked and pumped them to the best of her ability, spreading their pre-cum over the lengths of the...
Molly was pissed. “How did I get talked into this?” She thought as she pulled on her tight jeans and sucked in her breath so she could close the zipper. As reluctant as she was to keep this appointment, it had taken her longer than normal to get going. Now she was running very late and was fumbling around her bathroom in a half-hearted attempt to look presentable before she went out. Her vibrant and usually smiling features required little in the way of enhancement, a little lipstick...
Molly was pissed. “How did I get talked into this?” She thought as she pulled on her tight jeans and sucked in her breath so she could close the zipper. As reluctant as she was to keep this appointment, it had taken her longer than normal to get going. Now she was running very late and was fumbling around her bathroom in a half-hearted attempt to look presentable before she went out. Her vibrant and usually smiling features required little in the way of enhancement, a little...
Straight SexKiss, kiss Molly’s lipsKiss, kiss Molly’s lips— the VaselinesWe were on a bike ride. Originally, there were four of us — my daughter, her friend Ruth, her friend Molly and me. They were all home from college, energetic young women who had grown up together and were looking to relive some of the sights and activities of their c***dhood.That’s what led us to Gusse Woods, a large forest preserve criss-crossed with bike paths. About 10 years earlier, the four of us had been here on an ill-fated...
these events actually happened. Names have been changed. Geographical locations have not, as it ads to context. The week after Christmas, 1982 up to New Year 1983. Those were some of the happiest years of my life up to that point. The week between Christmas and New Year was a busy one for both of us. Molly, being a manager spent, literally, opening and closing at the return/exchange booth. I on the other hand, was dropped to 25 hours. My saving grace is people that had purchased new...
Chapter 1 I was still learning the layout of the school on the first day and was grateful that my first class was my free period. I was wandering the halls in search of the teachers’ lounge, and more importantly a cup of coffee, when a gorgeous, petite blonde ran into me as I rounded the corner. I staggered back briefly and instinctively wrapped my arms around the energetic woman. We both stared at each other for a moment; then she blushed brightly. I followed the crimson wave as it...
I love scents. People undervalue our sense of smell. As John and I sat for breakfast that morning - inside this time as it had started raining - the delightful aroma of our croissants and coffee blended with the gorgeous scent of Tom’s cum wafting up from my tits while we ate. I kept closing my eyes to replay what had just happened; rubbing some of the cum into my skin.“God, what a beautiful cock he has!” I said to John, as if he needed reminding, having just watched me devour it. “The way he...
SwingersSince surviving the terrible erotic activities, Molly had been tricked into participating in that night on the Island off the Brazilian Coast; the unpleasant memories had eventually faded with the passing of time. Molly was still happy she had done it for Antonio. However after—both knew they never wanted to attend any other of the Group's harsh and cruel activities. Molly, greatly relieved, had settled back into her comfortable familiar routine. She thought happily to herself, I love Rio de...
This is a long and true story. Names have been changed. Geographical locations such as buildings, towns, defunct department stores are true. These events happened from November 1982 to about March 1984. [Sunday Morning After Solstice. After not necessarily a marathon session, complete with clapping and cheers from the DINK (Dual Income no k**s) neighbors, I awoke with the aroma of fresh coffee and Molly sitting on the bed. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead. We are going to Church. It's about...
Molly Grows Up A Short Story By Maryanne Peters Mark had never been to the officers of Albert Setter, Head of Security. It was on the ground floor of their large office block in Durham Street. When he entered he was surprised how large it was - he had expected a small office suited to a man who dished out the pass cards. In fact, the office was well appointed with bookshelves, a lounge area and a large old style desk, behind which sat the heavy set Albert Setter. "See here my...
There is no sex in this story, if that is what you want I suggest you go elsewhere. This is a story about an older man and two much younger women, the relationship they form and his ultimate reward. I'm not sure how to categorize this story. I guess its best just to say it's a story. This is a little different tale than I have written before. I hope you enjoy it. Appreciate the comments, both good and bad. It is the only way a writer knows if his work is worthwhile. On with the story. The...
My heart groans as I attempt to write this, but I know the story needs to be told. I know I need to reach deep within myself and find the courage to tell it. It all started when I carried out my childhood dream – to be a camp counselor. I applied to a YMCA camp when I was 18 years old and made the High Ropes staff. I could not be happier. As my senior year in high school came to a close, jitterbugs entered my stomach. A lot of old-timers would not be returning and I had no idea who would make...
This is another improbable romance in the genre of, ‘Pretty Woman’. It includes a sweet tale of love with more than ample stroke material. He walked through the door of what was euphemistically known as a ‘lingerie modeling studio’. For twenty five bucks at the front door a hopefully young and attractive women would dance seductively in revealing lingerie while the customer sat in a chair and jerked off. As long as she didn’t show any pink, ass hole or nipple and there was no bodily contact it...
During the summer, I scored a big contract with the town school board and began working with an architect on a new school design. It was to be a departure from the conventional school configuration and I was, for the first time in a long time, really excited about something. On top of that, although the contract for materials would go through the bid process, local suppliers would be given preference. I was pretty sure my employer would get a better than even chance to win what would be a...
Note; Read Molly and Me for the first part of this story. So my girlfriend Molly and I had just finished fucking when we head the rumblings of motorcycles. It came from the big parking lot. Molly is my DD girlfriend who together with her friends, Cathy in particular, like to go to bars, strut their stuff, get free drinks and then bail out on the now excited guys in the bar. Molly would call me and then I would go and pick up her and if her partner, usually the aforementioned Cathy,...
My thanks, as always, to ErikThread, for this excellent work and helpful suggestions. Any errors or omissions are mine alone. * More often than not, things don’t work out the way you plan them. The unexpected pops up to surprise you. Such was the case with Molly and Marilyn and me. The Pickled Pumpkin has a very nice new location. It re-opened a few months ago, nestled among the fir trees at the base of a mountain. It used to be housed in a dark, sprawling building across the street, but the...
Chapter OneMrs. Wilson had taken Molly from the orphanage years ago, and Molly knew she ought to be grateful: Mrs. Wilson could have hired a maid with some experience, and she had recently decided that Molly ought to be trained up in order to get a job as a paid companion someday. But Mrs. Wilson was strict, and Molly couldn't even count the number of times she'd been birched or whipped or otherwise punished for breaking some small object or rule.?Do you know why I have asked you to stand here...
Molly was a sister of my best friend Tom. She was 6 years younger than Tom, a little cutie who played in the garden, while Tom and me were busy doing all the important things teenage boys do. We built a hut, ride bikes, steal cherries and apples from other gardens, and sometimes we went fishing instead of going to school. We fought, too. One day when I got beaten by a group of older boys Tom helped me throwing stones at them. Well, one stone hit me, but the other stones hit the bullies and the...
This is the story of my year and a half relationship with my first long term friend/lover. The names of people have been changed. Geographical locations, names of long defunct retail establishments are real. As we had finished Thanksgiving dinner, we hated to eat and run, but both Molly and I had to work the next day. Molly's older sisters gave me the perfunctory hug and the peck on the cheek. Both her parents hugged me. I had never met a family so happy. Perhaps they were happy to see...
I keep telling them that this behavior will eventually get them in trouble, and this story is just how much they trouble they got into, and dragged me into it too. First, Molly and Cathy share a few attributes. They are both blond, cute and stacked. I know Molly is a 38DD because I have sucked and kissed them on many a date. I also know Cathy's DD too, because one afternoon, after Molly and I got up off the rug in Cathy’s apartment, Cathy would let us meet there because it was a...
Molly Girl Janet L. Stickney [email protected] "I know that you don't think so, but after what you did, this is going to happen regardless, unless you want to move out that is! That was the very last straw! Now just stand still while I lace this up!" I stood there like a dummy as the corset was laced tight, compressing my waist to an unimaginable size, then watched as the outfit was pulled over my head and buttoned up the back. After I stepped into the shoes and she...
This is a true story. I have changed the names. Mi categorized this as voyeur even though we were not watching, nor was anyone watching, as much as when Molly and I had our romps in bed, we definitely put on an audible show for the neighbors. So much so as they would applaud. Molly and I dated, rolled in the sheets for a year and a half. Our career choices made us grow apart. The story does not have a sad ending. This is part five of a multi part story. This is more of a reconture of...
There I was, wandering around the hotel's public rooms, somewhat furtively asking people I vaguely remembered meeting in the previous few days if they'd seen my wife Molly, and at the same time trying not to make it too obvious that I'd completely lost track of her. I'll be honest with you, I was getting more than a little worried; I'd last seen Molly about three hours previously and she'd been in conversation with the very disreputable Gordon Hamster. Hamster wasn't exactly a...
Molly Ahern made her way to the front of the bus. It was her stop to get off, or so she thought, it was late and dark outside and she couldn't see where she was exactly. "Mind the step there dear" the driver said as she stepped down. The door hissed shut behind her and the bus drove away ... its lights slowly diminishing into the distance. It was then she realized she'd made a terrible mistake. Frobisher Rd was over on the other side of the industrial estate and not where the driver had...
Molly brushed her bangs out of her eyes, the wind gusts blowing her shoulder-length straight red hair around as she stood on the front steps of her house, waving goodbye to the car that was pulling out of the driveway. She could see her father through the car window as he drove away; her mother turned back in the passenger seat to wave back at her. As the car moved down the street, Molly waved again, and turned back to go inside the house. Although it was very bright and sunny, it was still...
MasturbationChapter 3 “What the FUCK are you doing here?” Sandra screamed at me. Gee, I guess she hasn’t gotten over my part in her getting expelled. But I wasn’t here to talk about the past, I was more concerned with the future. “Nice to see you too Sandra. I need to talk to your sister.” “She isn’t here asshole, so go away or I’ll call the cops.” I knew that arguing with her was a bad idea, so I tried a different tactic, “Look, I’m here to help her. She could get into a lot of trouble for...
This is a true story. I changed the names of the people, but geographical locations, names of defunct department stores are real. Molly lay on her back, still breathing heavy for a couple of minutes. The warm glow of the candles she lit and the wine I had consumed in the hot tub made the events surreal. "Either I had multiples or I had one long, long orgasm. I have never had that before. " "Everything just happened. I guess it started when you were running your hands on my chest. That...
Chapter 2 I went home for Christmas break the next afternoon. I was afraid to face Molly after the encounter in the limo. She called twice while I was away and I let it go to voice mail both times. I called when I knew she would be busy and left a message for her. Megan called as well, but didn’t leave a message. I didn’t call her back. What could I say? I was infatuated with her married sister and even though it was never going to go anywhere, I could never be with her as I knew it...
He was just over eight-years-old and stuck at home for his summer vacation. All alone in his big home, without any parents or guardians. It was normal for him, but this time something in him changed. Little Toby Jones was a curious boy. He had no parents and lived with his extremely frugal grandparents, two tightwads who claimed that they couldn't afford to buy a lot of the things that he needed such as underwear and socks or even a TV. He was small for his age, and had long hair...
________________ “Jimmy, I have to get to class.” Molly panted as a clumsy hand worked its way up her shirt and found a taught breast. “You can be a bit late.” Jimmy whispered in her ear. His hot breath tickled her throat and caused a delicate shiver to flutter down her spine. His lips found her earlobe for a quick nip as his fingers searched for the nipple straining against her cotton bra. “Mr Gardener can get so mean though.” Molly whimpered, but her arms around Jimmy’s neck didn’t...
Several hours had passed since Tim left Molly and returned to the hotel lobby. He went directly to his new room, which was ready as he had expected. Even though Tim had showered once already that morning, when he got into his room he immediately stripped for the calming waters again. When he emerged, Tim felt more tired than refreshed. More than anything, he wanted to climb into his fresh bed and sleep for a long time, in hopes that life would make sense again when he awoke. But, he knew...
Welcome to twitter.com/mollypills_! What the fuck is the Dude doing on Twitter when he has plenty of room to hate on his own website, you might be wondering?! It turns out that Twitter is much more fun when you have a fine rack to stare at! Today, I want to write about Molly Pills, an American model, hiker, and pornstar that got my attention.First of all, her curves are bomb. Secondly, she is an anal slut, and such chicks inspire me, and thirdly, I want to give her a proper push. This review is...
Twitter Porn AccountsPART 2: Molly became aware of her surroundings. Near the end of the very dimly lit alley, she realized it was a good block back to the main street. She only guessed at the hour, figuring she had been fucked for almost two hours. Looking around some more, she found her clothes. Wrinkled a little, but intact just the same. Slowly, she began to get dressed. Her white panties were stretched out a little, but served to help keep the sperm from running too much down her tan thighs. Next she pulled...
When Tim woke up in the morning, he was aware of his surroundings much more quickly than he had been upon waking the night before. Almost immediately he knew he was in his mother's hotel room because of a problem with his own. He knew she had insisted he stay there rather than waiting up in the lobby for another room to be ready. He was even cognizant of the fact that that he was in Molly's bed. But he was not completely certain about the other events of the night as he thought he...