Molly Curt Naked In School Chapter 4
- 4 years ago
- 44
- 0
A number of the Program's headquarters employees had teenaged children. Most of those kids were plugged into the usual teenaged spots on the Web. For whatever reasons, none of them had said anything to their parents about the 'Surviving' and other anti-Program sites. When the ads began to appear, they were placed on general-use pages, not those aimed at teens. Thus, just before midnight Friday, Summer received the first panicked call. Her call to Ben was her immediate reaction.
"Summer, is there really anything I can do if I come over there now?" Ben asked, trying not to let too much show through his words or his tone of voice. He and Patricia were cuddled together at his apartment, trying to absorb the sudden change in their lives.
"I just ... I just..."
Her obvious distress made Ben feel very bad. Over the time that he had worked for Summer, he had developed genuine affection for her. Had it not been for the extra duties she required of him, he would have been satisfied in his job. His sense of honor would not let him just sneak away and disappear. Taking a deep breath, he told Summer "I'll be right over."
His agreement to come over must have sounded to Summer like he was coming for the usual purpose. She opened her door in her 'ceremonial' robe and was astonished to see Patricia standing right beside Ben. Summer knew at that instant that something was wrong.
Ben stepped in and pulled Patricia with him. "Summer, this is a very hard thing for us to do, and I am truly sorry, but we have no choice. We have been offered new positions, together, and we are resigning effective right now." He had thought to add some platitudes but he was smart enough to know how meaningless and insulting those would be.
Summer's shock was huge, but it did not stop her brain from working. "Pritchard?" was all she could get out.
Ben nodded. "Look, Ben, how about if we forget the..." Summer flushed and looked at Patricia, unable to finish the sentence.
"Summer, our offer has long-term guarantees," Ben said. "That's something that you can't give us. We are both truly sorry. You don't deserve this, but we have to look out for ourselves. Immediate resignation is a non-negotiable part of the offer. We are going to leave, now, before we get into words that none of us want to say." As the couple walked out, Patricia had not said a word.
Jason's instincts were on the money. Standing there in her robe that was only used for one purpose accentuated the situation to Summer. She felt more threatened than she could remember in her life.
It took a half hour of mindless pacing and some tears before Summer's self-control got her mind in operation. Her big problem now was that she did not have anyone that she could talk to, bounce ideas off of, get advice from.
There was no doubt in her mind that she was in a defensive posture. To be honest with herself, she had been that way since those damned kids did that naked TV show. The real problem was that she did not have any weapons to fight back with, if she was honest with herself. Her baby, the Program, was in reality a gigantic government con - a bluff. That no one had previously attacked it on the basis of human rights was a testament to the apathy of the population and to clever camouflage.
It took another half hour for Summer to come up with the thought that stopped her in mid-stride. She was correct - the Program had nothing to fight back with. If she knew Pritchard at all, what she had seen was just a small part of a massive attack. The move for an enabling law for the Program had started too late. If enough public outcry was generated by Pritchard's campaign, individual Congressmen and Senators would be frightened off. It would have no chance of passage. But what about her, personally? If the Program died, could she still survive? What defenses did she have for her own personal security? What strengths? What assets?
The answer was easy: her personal relationship with President Carl Garrett was the best thing she had going for her. How could she use that relationship to ensure her own professional survival? To hell with the Program! How could she set herself up for her next job?
Carl Garrett had one trait that was quite rare in Foggy Bottom. He scrupulously returned loyalty to those who were loyal to him. Much of the political support that had won him the White House was given willingly by people who had experienced his loyalty and had returned it. The President had helped Summer a great deal and she did feel loyal to him. How could she express that loyalty in a way that maintained or even strengthened the relationship?
Garrett was both an ideologue and a skillful politician. A good part of his success had been his ability to remain detached from or even isolated from actions or causes that became the targets of negative public sentiment. He had, in fact, recently warned Summer that if the public started turning against the Program, he would drop it like a hot potato.
Once she reached that point in her thinking, Summer knew that her best escape was to do her best to insulate the President from the impending battle over the Program. Indeed, if she could keep the battle from even being engaged, so much the better. Of course, it was only one more small step to the realization that she would have to turn against the Program, her own baby, in order to protect the President.
Summer did not have to wade through as many layers as she expected to get the President on the phone, in the midst of a formal reception. By the time she had formulated what she needed to say, she did not have to fake the quaver in her voice and the sniffles that interrupted her speech.
"Mr. President, I fear that Jason Pritchard has launched a massive PR campaign against the Naked In School Program. I cannot guarantee that we can survive this attack. I fear that you could be damaged in the battle and I would hate to see that."
"What do you think I should do about it?" Garrett asked.
The hitch in her voice was genuine as Summer said "I am afraid you need to shut it down, quickly. But I think we need to find some way to disguise the shutdown so it does not look so much like a surrender to Pritchard."
"You're telling me to shut down your Program?" Garrett asked in some amazement.
"Mr. President, I just found out about some of the anti-Program things that have been happening. I suspect that there is a lot more than I know about. I am hesitant to put my people to work researching the threat. If you had someone you could assign, I believe it would be wise to do an immediate threat assessment. Even if the Program can survive, it could be bad for you, personally?"
"Summer, I will leave word for you to be admitted to the White House at 11:15. I very much appreciate the heads-up."
It was calculated, but Summer looked far from her usual stylish, immaculate self when she showed up at the White House. At her age, just forgetting makeup and doing a minimal job on her hair was enough to startle people who knew her. Add to that some 'business frumpy' clothes that she was able to find, and she looked very much the devastated martyr.
When she was ushered into the conference room adjoining the Oval Office, Summer was surprised to see the four leaders of the House and Senate, along with the President's Chief of Staff. After the required greetings, the Chief of Staff took over.
"A massive advertising campaign against the Naked in School Program has been launched and from what we have been able to discover, that is just one of many steps aimed at turning public opinion against the Program. Mr. House Minority Leader and Madame Senate Minority Leader, before anything else, we want to ask your help in striking a bargain with Jason Pritchard, who is behind the attack."
Joe Richter, House Minority, looked toward Catherine Hilliers, Senate Minority, and received a nod. "With all due respect, Mr. President, I'm not sure that I see a reason for us to facilitate such bargaining."
"Joe," the President responded, preempting his Chief of Staff, "bargaining means both sides get something."
"So, just what bargaining chip are you putting on the table?" Joe asked.
Here, the Chief of Staff took over again. "If Pritchard will cease all anti-Program activity of any kind, we will guarantee that no child will be forced to undress at school on Monday."
"I assume that you mean Monday and every day thereafter in perpetuity," Joe said.
"At least until empowering legislation is enacted," the Chief of Staff responded. Joe chose not to say anything about that obvious bit of posturing.
"Joe, please contact Pritchard and present the offer?" Garrett asked Richter.
"All right, I'll do that, Mr. President. Is that all you wanted tonight?"
"Please contact Pritchard now, Joe." Garrett said. Joe knew very well that the President wanted the contact to be immediate. He could not remember the last time anyone from the Democratic side was in the position of asking him for anything that they really needed. He could be excused for playing it a little.
"In private or on speakerphone, Mr. President?"
That caught Garrett a little by surprise. "Put it on the speaker but don't tell Pritchard."
It took a while to get to Pritchard, but Joe was recognized as someone with priority access by Pritchard's staff. After the greeting, Joe asked Jason "Would you consider shutting down the attacks on the Naked in School Program if it essentially ended right now?"
"Define essentially."
"No student would ever be forced to undress again."
"That's not enough, Joe."
"Oh? Why not?" Joe asked.
"We're going to get that, anyway. The Program is dead. It may take some days or weeks, but it's done for."
"So, what would you need?" Joe asked.
Jason did not have to consult any of his experts. "Vouchers." Some around the table could not restrain their gasps. Vouchers was a concept that was considered thoroughly dead and buried long ago. "Oh, and national legalization of home schooling, too," Jason added.
Even Joe was surprised at that. "That's, uh, a pretty stiff demand," Joe commented.
"I'm not sure who you're dealing with, Joe, but everyone, right up through the President knows that the Program won't survive. The ads have already been damaging to the President, I'm sure. The longer they run, the more he will be tainted. He works hard to avoid that."
"I can't imagine the Democrats would go for that," Joe said.
"I hope not," Jason said quickly. "Look, Joe, like most Americans, I thought I knew about the Program, but I had no idea. I can't even imagine the incredibly elitist thinking that came up with it. How any sane politician could support it is completely beyond me."
At that point, Jason was pretty sure that some powerful folks were listening to the conversation and he was going to use the soapbox for all he was worth. "By the time we're done, the public will know every little truth about what they do to kids in our schools. Do you know that we already have over thirty video clips of scenes that would be considered assault anywhere else in our society? Believe me, the public is going to see them with with as little distortion as the law allows."
"You don't sound ready to compromise," Joe observed.
"Oh, I am. I definitely am. Vouchers and home school are critical in my mind. They are a step back from what is turning into nothing but mass brainwashing in the government schools. Those of us in industry see the need for at least some students that are truly educated in things that matter. Under the current administration, that could only happen if we have private schooling."
"Would you stop the ads while we negotiate?" Joe asked.
"Not a chance. The ads stop when the last child has been forced to undress or do anything sexual against his or her will," Jason said emphatically.
"Isn't that a pretty hard-nosed position."
"Dammit, Richter! Stop acting like a wannabe liberal and grow some balls! Don't you believe in anything anymore? Shit like the Program, thought up by clueless pseudo-intellectual elitists is immoral, dangerous, and it infringes on human rights that are supposed to be guaranteed to us Americans. Most of it is nothing but attempts to build a more manageable electorate. Those two kids had it all figured out. We're going to see that the rest of the country gets it figured out."
"If you feel that way, why are you willing to stop the ads, even for a price?"
"The immediate critical need is to stop the human rights travesty that is the Program. If Garret wants to try to keep his hands clean, that is what it will cost him. The Program is dead. It's just a matter of how soon and how much shit splatters on the White House."
"But you must know what red flags vouchers and home schooling are to the Democrats," Joe pointed out.
"Of course I know. It's because of what I said. They want a nice, manageable, homogeneous population. They no longer believe in diversity. It's too unpredictable for the dictatorship they want to establish. Look, Joe, you should know all of this stuff. Just tell whoever you're dealing with that until the Program is shut down and we have those two things, the ads will build. There are also several other things that will happen Monday and put the Program right in the news."
"So, there's no way to get the ads stopped immediately?" Joe asked, knowing that was what he would be asked.
"Hmmmm. Here's what I'll do," Jason answered. "We'll stop the ads right now, but they will start again full force that minute we see the Program in operation in any school."
"So they would have to kill it?"
"I guess they could cancel school until the voucher and home schooling bills are enacted," Jason offered with a chuckle.
"Let me present that idea and I'll get back to you shortly," Joe said.
When Joe hung up the phone, there was dead silence around the table for many seconds. Finally, the Speaker said "Mr. President, that's too high a price. Just make it look like you're doing the public a service by shutting it down. Uh, sorry, Summer."
"You all need to know that Summer came to me, telling me that things would get bad and I would have to shut it down," Garret said.
"Joe, Catherine, thank you for joining us. We need to talk among ourselves for a while," Garrett said in obvious dismissal.
When the two Republicans were gone, Senate Majority asked "Is there really no chance of saving the Program, Summer?"
"The bill was the best chance," Summer replied. "If all of Pritchard's attacks work, too many Democrats will not support it."
"But we can control the votes," Senate Majority objected.
"It has been a long time since voting the party line could cost a legislator their seat," Garrett explained. "We all know that we hold the votes of many people who disagree violently with some of our most progressive social programs. Pritchard knows that. He will use the Program to soften the support of those voters."
"Do you honestly think any of our people could lose their seat over this?"
"Absolutely," Garrett stated. "We have helped to condition the voters to single issue thinking. Pritchard could use that thinking against us."
"I thought support for the Program was more widespread than that."
"I have already got people trying to find out what things Pritchard has up his sleeve besides the ads," Garrett told them. Let's see what we can find out and do another assessment tomorrow noon."
As everyone stood to leave, Garrett said "Summer, please stay a minute."
When they were the only two left, the President told her "That showed a lot of loyalty tonight. From you, I am not surprised to see that. I like loyal people close around me. However this falls out, there will be something good for you."
"Thank you, Mr. President." Now, if Summer could just avoid thinking about all of her people that would be cut loose, everything would be fine.
"Jason, thanks for taking my call again," Joe Richter said as he called Jason back from his limo. "There are a couple of things you should know. First of all, the President, all four top Congressional leaders, and Summer were listening."
"That's pretty much what I assumed," Jason answered.
"Also, the President told everyone that Summer had come to him saying he needed to shut the Program down for his own good."
"Now, that's interesting! I appreciate the update, Joe."
Ben and Patricia had left Summer's home in a highly emotional state after telling their boss that they were resigning effective immediately. Their own apartment was a short cab ride away, and they were silent for the entire trip, just clinging to each other.
Patricia had always known how fortunate they were to have two good government jobs. Personally, she knew how fortunate she was to have the love of a handsome, talented, considerate man like Ben. Beyond that, he was a rarity in that day, a one-woman man, and she was the lucky woman.
Everything would have been wonderful for Patricia except for the special condition of Ben's employment with Summer Friedel. Although strictly illegal by any standard, even in politics, Ben was required to fuck Summer as a means of stress relief for her.
What he did was nothing like making love. There was no kissing, no hugging, no expression of affection. She presented herself, bent over a chair or a bed, clothed in a robe that was lifted above her waist, in a rather ritualistic fashion. Exposing himself to the minimum extent possible, he entered her and began stroking.
Summer responded very, very strongly to vaginal stimulation. Ben was large and had excellent control. Thus, with a relatively minimum of contact and no 'love-making', he could bring her to orgasm and provide her the tension relief that she seemed to need so badly when stressful situations occurred.
Both Patricia and Ben had known the requirement when he took the job with Summer, and being sophisticated adults working on a sophisticated, sexually oriented program, his special duties should not have been a strain on their relationship. That, at least was their thinking at the beginning.
For quite a while, Patricia had handled Ben's 'emergency duties' quite well. In fact, she handled it better than did Ben. He was the one who began to view his sessions with Summer as stealing something from his lover. That, in turn, hurt the relationship with Patricia - the guilt got in the way.
Ben truly was at the point of quitting. They had discussed whether they could live on just her salary in the worst case. He had hoped that Summer would help him find another position, but there was no guarantee how she would react to his resignation.
Jason Pritchard's offer could not have come at a better time. From Jason's standpoint, after the fact, it appeared that the move was unnecessary, but as part of the overall strategy to attack the Program, it made sense.
As they entered their apartment, none of those things were on the minds of the Patricia and Ben. All they could think about was the end of the one thing that had prevented their relationship from being as close and as complete as they both wanted it to be. Once inside, they just stood motionless and silent for a long minute.
It was Patricia who moved first. "Stay right here. I'll be right back," she told him. In about two minutes, she returned wearing a short, light robe, not too different from Summer's 'ceremonial' garment.
When she bent over the arm of a couch, Ben understood what was happening. This was another ceremony, a ceremony of freedom. She would forever be the only one to enjoy intrusion into her body. By taking him the same way that Summer had all of those times, she was purging the guilt, and hopefully even the memory, of the duty that had stood between them for so long.
Ben's way was to make love to Patricia. The sterile, mechanical nature of his intercourse with Summer was a complete contrast to what the lovers did together. That was essential to making it minimally bearable to Ben.
"How ... how did she get you in?" Patricia asked as he started to undress. "No! Just take it out. Don't undress. Do like you did with her. Please! I need this! WE need this! Did she touch you, guide you in?"
"Yes, she did. I did not want to touch her there. She understood that."
It was not the loving, worshipful way that Patricia always guided him in. She imitated Summer's technique quite accurately. When he was barely seated, he grabbed her hips and she let go of him. He kept his hands on her hips through the dozen or so strokes that it took before he bottomed out.
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...
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...
Tracy woke from a short, deep sleep and had heard the phone ring and parts of a brief conversation. Some instinct told her that it had to do with the NiS team. Being as secretive as she could, she opened the door of Porter's spare bedroom a crack and listened as Porter argued with someone. In the process, Tracy heard Porter repeat an address. Taking no more chance of discovery, Tracy hurried back to bed and faked sleep. It was a good precaution because Porter looked into the room just before...
"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...
That Monday evening, teens across the country were experiencing a wide range of emotions after their first day of going to school naked. As just a few random samples, Mandy, Mason, Darren, and the others could not possibly represent the breadth and variety of the experiences of all the new Program participants. The great majority went through the initial shock, fear, embarrassment, and even panic and finished up the day little the worse for wear. Some, like Mason, had not come down from...
Mandy (Amanda only when her mother was upset) stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror, carefully trimming the edges of her pubic hair with a scissors. She had already shortened it quite a bit all over, and she was a little alarmed that she might have gone too far. Her lower lips were definitely more visible than before she had started the grooming. It was barely dawn on Monday, but she had not slept for hours, anyway. It had all started with that strange phone call early Sunday evening,...
"Come on, I'll go with you. The women are all here right now." At the entrance to the kitchen, Bert backed away, and Molly had to talk hard to him. She was losing, but Erma, the cook, just happened to come out where they were. It was questionable who was the most shocked, but they got through the explanation, and the fifty-year-old Erma was able to joke around and tease Bert in her usual fashion, calming him a little. Erma was a wonderful cook and had been with them for twelve years. She...
Sunday afternoon, when it was time for Darryl to drive Lisa home, literally the entire Parkhurst household gathered to send her off. It was certainly a far different Lisa than had arrived just a week and a day earlier. The embarrassment over her body was still there as she stood in nothing but her sandals, accepting hugs and well-wishes from everyone. It seemed that the blush covered every bulge and roll on her, but it was just the fact that she was exposing it all that was the most...
Molly held Tom’s cock and started to rub it up and down, it was the first time she had wanked Tom’s cock his shaft was real thick and a huge cock head, she was scared to have it in her, Tom and Molly had been together for 2 years and wanted to take their relationship to the next stage they had done the preliminary fondling and had made Molly have a small orgasm, she so wanted to have Tom inside her but still being a virgin she was scared it would hurt, Tom groaned as she rubbed it a bit faster,...
Copyright© 1995 It was along toward the end of my marriage... it would drag on another four years or so, but it was over, all right. My wife was off at another of her interminable religious meetings and I was home watching our three year old. Ever since Bobby was born, Pat had gotten more and more into this weird "off-shoot of an off-shoot" of some Protestant sect. I could tell you which one, but it wouldn't mean anything to you so, why waste the ink? Bobby was asleep in her crib, and I was...
I sampled a couple of beers and the bartender told me of an old pub down the road a little way. I figured, I want to go to a real pub and hang out so I went. I arrived already slightly buzzed. I sat down and after a short time a few younger women cam over and sat down. Now I'm not homely, I'm 6'3" 215 lbs and I sport about an 81/2" cock. I talked to the girls for awhile, as best as I could anyway. One young woman in particular struck my fancy. Molly was about 5'6" slightly chubby but...
Molly: Making of a SlaveMolly was a very unfortunate young girl. Life had thrown many obstacles in her path at an early age. Attractiveness wasn’t one of her problems though, she didn’t look like a model by any means, but that’s not to say she wasn’t a beautiful young girl. She was really more cute, a cute beautiful. Molly stood 5’3? tall and had shoulder length red hair much befitting her Irish heritage. Her skin was a very light, interspersed with freckles, which only intensified her...
THE SEDUTION OF MOLLYCHAPTER 1 ''You mean she's really coming mom?'' The young girl asked with such excitement in her voice. Molly had been waiting for nearly three years to hear those words. The words that told that her Aunt Hazel was coming to town. Molly Jean is just your normal s*******n year old high school girl. She is beautiful and smart. She loves her mom and dad, and her little brother Sam. She loves hanging out with her friends from school, and church. In a few weeks she will be...
Molly and Jacob sat at their kitchen table for breakfast, each doing homework. The twins may have looked the same, but the outgoing Molly had established her dominant role early on, despite being born second. "Hey shit head, what did you get for that polynomial factor question?" she asked without looking up from the binder she was scribbling in with a short pencil. "Bite me, cunt lips," he replied. "Did you figure it out or got bored half-way through and jerk off?" she looked up with a...
John Castle sat in the Airport waiting the arrival of Molly his 24 year old daughter. He had lucked out getting a parking place close to the terminal and consequently had a bit of a wait before her plane was due to land. It was almost 5 years since the terrible event that had changed their lives. Maureen so dear to both of them as Wife and Mother had been killed instantly when a drunk driver ran a Red light. John and "Mo", as Molly called her before she could say Mom, had gone to grade school...
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...