Melissa the hypnotic fucktoy
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Jason skidded his bike to a halt before the door to the garage, nearly running into it. A bulging plastic bag with the words "Marty's Grocer" hung from one handle bar and shook as he dismounted.
He hurried to the side of the door, keyed in the code, and waited impatiently for the door to rise. He wanted to get back to his room so he could think. His initial idea for what to do about Richie had gone up in smoke when Melinda had beat him to the punch. He had thought of asking Cassie to peek into Richie's life through her dreams and find the proof he needed that way. But once Cassie had admitted her discomfort with it, he couldn't bring himself to ask.
Now he was back to square one.
Jason wheeled his bike forward the moment the door had risen far enough to admit it. He ran the bike towards the back and secured it. He grabbed the plastic bag and started inside.
Jason hit the button for the garage opener and closed the door to the house behind him with the garage door still rumbling down. He dumped the bag of groceries outside the pantry and was already on the stairs by the time the garage door finally came down with a muffled thud. He bounded up two steps at a time.
"Jason!"
He stopped on the middle step and turned to see his mother at the foot of the stairs, her hands on her hips.
"Sorry, Mom," Jason said sheepishly. "I know you don't like me going up the stairs like that."
Audrey tapped her foot. "And... ?"
Jason looked perplexed for a moment, then glanced towards the door to the garage and sighed. "And I'm supposed to wait until the garage door comes down before leaving the garage. Sorry about that."
"And one other thing, Jason."
"I'm sorry about that, too."
Audrey raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Is there something I should know?"
"Um ... huh? Er, no, I just thought..."
"Unless that's what this means." Audrey reached into a pocket of her dress and withdrew a white envelope.
Jason gave his mother a questioning look.
"You left so quickly after coming home from school that I didn't have time to give you this."
"Er ... what is it?"
"A letter. For you."
Jason looked nonplussed. He walked down the stairs and took the letter. It was indeed addressed to "Jason Conner." He flipped it over. There was no return address, but the postmark was from Haven, so it had been mailed locally.
"I thought they didn't allow letters without return addresses anymore," Audrey said. Her tone of voice suggested that she believed this to be a very good policy indeed.
Jason just shrugged. He had no idea who would send him a letter, let alone try to be anonymous about it. It worried him. Ever since Nyssa, he questioned anything that seemed out of the ordinary anymore, and this definitely fit the bill.
"Well, um, thanks, Mom," Jason said and started to turn away.
"Wait a minute, Jason. I want to know who that's from. You don't have to tell me what's in it. I respect your privacy that far, but I feel I should know who is sending you letters out of the blue like this."
After a moment's hesitation, Jason tore open the envelope, trying to look nonchalant about it. He steeled himself for whatever he might see before extracting the letter and reading it.
Jason's eyes flitted back and forth across the single sheet of writing paper. His expression remained stoic. Audrey folded her arms and peered at him with some curiosity and concern.
Jason finished reading the letter. It was not very long, and it told him nothing of who had sent it. He had to make up something, or his mother would assuredly insist on seeing the letter for herself.
"Um, it's okay, Mom. It's from a friend of mine that lives across town," Jason said. "She, uh, is having trouble with her internet access so she sent me a letter. Must've just forgot to..."
A faint smile came to Audrey's lips. "She?"
Jason was barely aware that he had used a feminine pronoun. "Uh, yeah, it's from, uh, Diane. Um ... I'd rather not say what's in the letter, Mom."
Audrey sighed and shook her head. She smiled affectionately at Jason and ruffled his hair. Her voice held both admiration and admonishment. "Really, you have to stop trying to steal girls' hearts all over town, young man."
Jason blushed. "Er ... yeah ... sorry, Mom, I'll, uh, try to be more selective."
Jason wanted to laugh out loud. His mother still thought he was some sort of lady killer, and he wasn't doing much to tarnish that image. Richie would never let him live it down if he ever found out. But if it deflected her mother from the truth, so much the better for him and the Harbingers.
"I just don't want you accidentally breaking some poor girl's heart, that's all."
The tone of his mother's voice suggested that she was almost proud that her son could be guilty of such a thing. Jason couldn't help but smile at this. "Sure thing, Mom, I'll be careful about that. Don't string them along, right?"
"Yes, that's right. I'm glad you were paying attention. Now, please tell anyone that wants to write to you to use a return address next time."
"I will, Mom, thanks."
Jason turned and ran up the stairs. He closed the door behind him and threw the bag on his bed. He glanced at the closed door for a moment and opened the letter again.
It was handwritten in a childlike scrawl. The words were lucid enough to be from an adult, but dashed off rather quickly. It read: A place to meet: 1045 Ollander Terrace. South off Mesa View Rd, but come in from back. Key near 3rd rock from fountain. Use until Halloween, not Thursdays.
He folded the letter again.
Jason wasn't sure what to make of it. He was alarmed at the implication. Someone outside the group knew that the Harbingers needed a meeting place. Was it sincere offer? Perhaps someone that had been rescued by the group but refused to join now having second thoughts? Or was it just a ruse by someone associated with the Darkness, trying to lure them into a trap?
Jason sprinted to his computer and dropped heavily into his chair. He entered the address into Google and came up with a location near the edge of town, just off the greenbelt that followed the river along the east border of incorporated Haven. It was near in the middle of Mesa View Estates, a rather upscale section of town.
His immediate thought was Cassie. Perhaps someone affiliated with the Kendalls? But Cassie was trying to keep this from her parents, so that didn't make sense. Nevertheless, she might know something.
Jason fired off a quick email to Cassie: Cassie, please give me a call this evening after dinner. I need to talk to you about something very important. Thanks.
The phone rang just as he clicked "Send." He leaned back in his chair and stared at the Google map.
"Jason!"
Jason sighed and jumped out of his chair. He crossed the room and yanked open the door. "What is it, Mom?"
"Telephone. A girl."
Jason rolled his eyes. It was likely Melinda calling to bug him about Richie. "All right, I got it." He closed the door and picked up the phone. "Hello?"
He yanked the drawer open, but the LED had already winked out the moment he had spoken.
"Jason, it's Heather."
"Heather? Is something the matter?"
"Um, sort of. Can you come over right now, please?"
Jason made a face. He really was not feeling up to dealing with another crisis. "I'm not sure I can, Heather, I've been out already and I have a ton of homework to catch up on..."
"Please, Jason, it's very important."
Heather's voice sounded strained. There was a hint of desperation to it as well. "Heather, is something the matter? Something wrong with Melinda?"
"No, it's not Melinda," Heather said, sounding a bit annoyed. "Everything is not about her, you know."
"Sorry. But what... ?"
"I can't talk about it over the phone. Please, can you come over? Soon?"
Jason looked at the clock on his nightstand. It was just getting to four-thirty. "I'm not sure my Mom will let me out this close to dinner. But I'll try. If I can't, I'll send you an email."
"Please try, Jason."
"I will. I'll -- maybe -- see you soon."
Jason hung up and shook his head. Now what?
He left his room and bounded down the stairs. "Um, Mom? I need to go out again for a bit."
Audrey emerged from the kitchen, still in the midst of tying an apron around herself. "I was just about to get dinner started, Jason."
"Yeah, I know. When will it be ready?"
"About six-thirty. But I don't want you walking in the door with only minutes to spare. You need to set the table for me."
"A quarter after, then?"
"Do you have to go out at all?"
"It's kinda important."
"It always is with you. Wait ... are going to go see that girl that just called you?"
"Yes," Jason answered without thinking.
Audrey paused. "Was that Heather Sovert on the phone? Melinda's sister?"
"I'm not going in order to see Melinda, Mom," Jason said with a tired sigh.
Audrey folded her arms. "I'm more concerned about what I told you before. Melinda might get upset if you've started seeing her sister."
"No, it's not that!" Jason exclaimed. "I mean, I'm just going over to help her with some homework."
Audrey gave him a dubious look.
"Really, I am. She has a term paper due and she's freaking out about it. Please, I want to go help her, Mom."
"You shouldn't do her paper for her..."
"I'm not, I promise."
"Hmm. I've heard that before. I was your age once, you know. I know about girls that get guys to do their work for them."
Jason rolled his eyes, even though he knew his mother hated that gesture. "It's not that. Definitely. I don't do people's term papers for them. I swear. Please?"
Audrey heaved a dramatic sigh. Jason knew that sound. It meant that she was going to acquiesce to keep the peace but she still didn't like it. "All right. But be back by six, not a minute later. If you can't help her by then, it will have to wait until tomorrow."
Jason smiled. He bolted to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You're the best. Thanks, Mom."
He rushed out of the house before her mother could change her mind.
Linda trembled as she stood naked next to the bed, her pussy slick with moisture. Her feet slid apart, and she shifted her weight, both in a vain attempt to ease the pressure in her cunt. "Please, Richie, I-I'd rather do it facing you."
Richie was pulling off his clothes in a very nonchalant manner. "I wanna do you from behind."
Linda swallowed. "I don't like it that way as well. Please..."
"Yeah, but I wanna do it this way. I wanna fuck you from behind."
Linda shivered and moaned, wrapping her arms around herself.
Richie smirked. "You do, too."
Linda averted her eyes and shook her head.
"Yeah, you do. You wanna be fucked, doncha?"
"Y-yes..."
"You love getting fucked by me."
Linda's arousal reached a fever pitch. The insides of her thighs glistened.
Richie pulled off his briefs and tossed them aside. He stepped up to her and squeezed one of her tits. Linda's resistance melted, and she leaned into the touch.
"I'll do whatever you want," Linda panted. "Just ... j-just fuck me ... please..."
Richie grinned. "That's better. Okay, get yer fuckable bod on the bed."
It had taken him nearly a half hour of teasing, but Richie had managed to break down Linda's willpower. She had tried to take more control of their tryst and do things her way. Richie would have none of that.
Worse, she kept asking questions about how he had managed to get control of her in the first place back at the start of the semester. She wanted to know the truth of what had happened.
Complete control was not possible for him anymore. But all he needed was control of her sexual desire, which he seemed to have in abundance. Then it was a simple matter of using it against her. The more she resisted, the more horny he made her until she just couldn't tell him "no."
And she finally stopped asking him so many questions about the past. Who cared about the past? It didn't matter how they got there. It only mattered where they were now.
He lightly stroked himself as he watched Linda climb on the bed. She dropped her head to the pillow, hugging it with her arms, and thrust her ass into the air. Richie eagerly jumped behind her and stared at her helpless pussy.
Richie grabbed her behind, squeezing her ass cheeks. She whimpered, and he paused with his cock pulsing only inches from her slit.
She wanted this, he told himself, perhaps for the sixth time since he had arrived. It was her fantasy to begin with. I didn't do anything wrong. She wanted to fuck.
"You want this, doncha?" Richie called out suddenly.
"Yes ... yes, please..." Linda called out weakly.
Richie hesitated for another moment before positioning his cock at her entrance and shoving himself inside.
"Uhhhh ... Oh God..." Linda moaned.
Richie rocked his hips, immediately settling into a moderate, steady rhythm. He pulled her towards him with each thrust forward, enjoying the satisfying slap as their bodies impacted.
Linda was panting hard, almost in time to his thrusts. Her head was turned to one side on the pillow, her eyes closed. Caught up in the excitement of the moment, she wanted to move her own hips to his. He kept a firm grip on her, and forced her to his pace.
"I'm doing the fucking here," Richie called out in a strained, breathless voice. "Just sit still."
It was a silly turn of a phrase, at least to Linda's ears. But as addled as her mind was with lust, the humor was lost on her. And she dared not anger Richie, or he might stop and deny her pleasure. It was like an addiction. She had to get her fix.
Linda's whimpers became moans as her pleasure mounted higher. Richie picked up the pace, his hips moving like a piston, the slap of her ass against his body growing louder. Richie was panting heavily, perspiration glistening on his body as he drove himself as hard as he could.
Linda jerked forward each time Richie slammed into her. Her pussy clenched as she soared. Richie groaned loudly as his cock was gripped by her tightened passage. She cried out as she came, her pussy throbbing, her cunt like a thick cocoon around Richie's cock.
Richie tilted his head back as his cock strained near the edge, his movements becoming frenzied and a bit uncoordinated. Finally he let go with a loud cry of "oh fuck!" and shoved it deep inside her, practically collapsing on top of her as he throbbed hard.
His orgasm felt like it went on for a long time. It wound down slowly, his cock still making a few remaining weak throbs as it lost its erection. A huge grin spread across his face as he finally drew back and slipped out of her.
"Oh man ... oh fuck ... that was great..." Richie gushed as he caught his breath. "Wow."
Linda stirred. She groaned and rolled onto her side, then to her back. She placed a shaking hand to her forehead as she breathed heavily.
"See? Toldya you'd like it," Richie drawled.
Linda offered him a forced smile. "I-it was great, Richie," she said in a weak voice.
"Yeah, you liked it. You got off on it, I felt it."
Linda shifted her legs. There was a faint after-ache in her pussy. She simply nodded.
"So why'd you tell me you didn't wanna do it at first, huh?"
Linda hesitated. Did he really want an answer? Now that her lust was quenched, she could think a little more clearly again. He seemed to be able to control her only when she was aroused.
Richie grinned. "Or maybe you don't think that way anymore? Maybe you wanna do it this way next time? Or from now on?"
Linda resisted the urge to tell him yes. Even now she could still feel a slight heat in her pussy, as if he were trying to arouse her again. "I just ... I kind of find that position a little demeaning, Richie. That's all."
Richie's grin faded. "Demeaning? What're you talking about?"
Linda sat up. She saw Richie's cross look and shivered. "Never mind"
"It's fucking. It's not 'demeaning.' Not when you want it, right?"
"I want it, Richie. I do. I just..."
"Yeah, you want it. Just like I said all along."
"But..."
"Getting fucked by me, that's what it's about. Your own fantasy, right?"
Linda drew in a deep breath and let it go as a husky sigh. Her pussy was tingling in renewed arousal. The point she was trying to make was lost to her increasing lust.
Richie saw that she was getting excited again. This pleased him to no end. He wished he could go another round with her, but he doubted he could get it up again in time before he had to head home.
Richie wanted her to do something sexy for him. Maybe if it made him hard again he could have her suck him off before he left.
"Hey, you got any lingerie?" Richie asked. "Like a teddy or lacy underwear or something like that?"
"Lingerie? I don't normally wear that unless..." Her voice faltered. "Unless it's a special occasion."
Richie smirked. "Getting fucked by me ain't special, huh?"
"I-I didn't mean that."
"In fact, maybe I'll have you wear it for me when I come next time."
Linda moaned softly. Her pussy was growing damp again.
"See, you're likin' the idea now, huh?"
"In the dresser," Linda said in a husky voice. "Bottom drawer. A ... a lacy black teddy."
Richie grinned and strolled over to the dresser. He yanked open the drawer and saw what he wanted right away. He grabbed it and straightened up, turning to face the bed.
And suddenly, the scene before him shifted...
"You're not into this, are you?"Linda hung her head low as she sat up in bed. The lighting was subdued, even romantic. Her body quivered in its silky black teddy. She shook her head despondently without saying a word.
The man sitting on the edge of the bed uttered a windy sigh of disappointment. His shirt was off, his bare chest broad. "Yeah, and I'm not into it anymore either," he muttered.
Linda looked up. Her eyes shimmered. She reached out a trembling hand to his shoulder. "Dan, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just ... it's..."
"Linda, you're just not here. Your body is, but your mind isn't."
"Maybe ... m-maybe if we just go a little longer. Please. I bought this for you! I..."
Dan took her hand and squeezed it. "Yeah, I know you did. The wrapping is great, babe, but there's no present inside."
Linda's eyes misted. She pulled her hand away, her head dropping. She sniffled once, and a tear fell.
"Maybe this long-distance relationship is not going to work," Dan said softly.
"Dan, p-please..."
"Look, Linda, you stopped calling me for, what, nearly a week. Then you'd barely talk to me when I did get through to you, and now you get me to drive to Haven, you throw yourself at me, but you can't go through with it?"
Linda raised her head. Her cheeks shone. She sniffled again and wiped at her eyes and face. "I really wish I could explain what happened, Dan, b-but I don't understand it myself."
Dan sighed. "No, I know what's going on. All too well. You got another guy. Or you did. And that went sour so you're trying to make it up to me."
Linda stared, utterly stricken.
"C'mon, deny it, babe. I wish you would. But you can't, can you?"
Her eyes brimmed with tears again. "It's not like that! I don't know what happened! It was like ... like I wasn't me! ... it..."
Dan looked at her earnestly. "Linda, just tell me it wasn't someone from the high school."
Linda bit her lip and whimpered.
Dan's eyes widened. "Oh fuck, Linda, not one of the students?!"
"I WASN'T MYSELF!" Linda wailed. "S-something ... he ... I was controlled ... I..."
Dan made a face. "Controlled? Oh come on, Linda. Maybe you forgot that you confided in me about your fantasies about teenage boys?"
"No, it wasn't that, it ... Dan? ... Dan, wait!"
Dan had risen to his feet and grabbed his shirt. He shook his head. "Linda, I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore. You need help."
Linda became too choked up to speak. She could only watch helplessly as he finished buttoning his shirt and gave her a forlorn look. "I really still like you, babe. Maybe if you get your head straightened out, we can hook up again. Until then, it's best I don't know the sordid details."
Dan turned and left the room. Linda struggled to remain in control of her feelings as she heard him make his way down the stairs. Then she heard the front door open and close behind him, and it was too much for her. She burst into tears, burying her face in her hands...
"Richie?"
Richie blinked rapidly, flinching as reality abruptly returned. "What?" he demanded sharply of Linda.
"You ... nothing, you just seemed ... far away for a moment..." Linda said.
Richie frowned. Linda's gaze alighted on the teddy he held. For a brief moment, Richie thought he saw the same grief he had just witnessed in his vision of the past flicker across Linda's eyes of the present.
It was just like the other day, when he was sure that Linda had fantasized about him. Now he was just as sure that Linda had lost a boyfriend because of what Richie...
He suddenly dropped the teddy as if it had become red-hot.
"It didn't happen that way!" Richie blurted, yelling his accusation at the teddy lying on the floor. "That's a lie!"
"Richie? What's wrong?"
Richie looked up, eyes wide. He swallowed and took a deep breath. "Um ... nuthin' ... everything's cool," he said in a flat voice. "Uh ... look, I gotta bail. Gotta get home for dinner."
Linda nodded, looking a bit disappointed. She glanced at the teddy on the floor. "You want me to wear that for you next..."
"No!" Richie exploded. "I mean, no, don't wear it. I like you naked better. See ya tomorrow."
"Richie, is something wrong? You..."
Richie fled, leaving a very puzzled Linda in his wake.
Heather wasn't sure she knew her own mind anymore.
What feelings were hers? What had been imposed upon her? Was someone trying to get into her head now? Was Melissa already striking at her somehow?
First Melinda, now Diane. She wasn't lesbian. She wasn't even bisexual. At least she hadn't been before the summer. The House ... or was it Nyssa? What had caused her to feel like this? What had so totally messed her up?
Maybe Jason would know. Maybe he would have some insight. Heather would ask him about it when he arrived. Yet now that she knew he was coming over, her thoughts turned to more prurient interests.
When they did it in the House, he was really good. Melinda was so lucky. Even after the House, he still knew how to please a girl. She wondered if Melinda were being truthful when she claimed that they weren't actually fucking. Heather couldn't imagine Melinda not wanting his cock in her pussy, considering...
Heather moaned. Soft, wet sounds came from behind her panties. Heat rose to her cheeks as she only then realized she had started masturbating.
She pulled her hand from under her jeans and tried to take a deep breath to calm herself. She couldn't talk to him in this state. Maybe she should...
Heather came out of her lust-soaked reverie with a jerk. Her head snapped around, her hair flying. An image had come into her head. It was fuzzy and indistinct, and she had to concentrate to force it into further clarity.
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Group Sex“Hi Mom... “Hi Dad, I’m home.” Mom and Dad were sitting in the living room, both were dressed for bed. “Hi Danny, how was the supper at the Deans?” Mom asked. “It was good. I talked to Mayor Dean some, he’s a really neat man. I just never knew him before. I met, Helen ... Melissa’s older sister who cusses so much. She apologized for talking to me so bad the other day. She even told me that if I ever get rid of her sister, call her.” I laughed, they did too at that. “Well get your shower...
Sara had just turned 20 and was new to my wife's office. She had moved to the area for the job and had only been here for about 5 or 6 months when this encounter occurred. Sara was of Vietnamese decent and she is petite with very large breasts. Sara's hair was black shoulder length and her legs seemed to go on forever. Her personality was very bubbly and she had a terrific smile and was always happy. She is a person that you would want your son to marry. Melissa and I set our plan in...
We started this encounter by soaking in our hot tub for quite awhile. Melissa made us drinks and then more and more drinks. I was pretty buzzed and she led me to our bedroom. Melissa sat on the edge of the bed and began to suck my cock, as she did she slowly massaged around my ass dragging her fingernail across my anus. I have to admit, there are a lot of nerves there and when they are stimulated, it felt great. Melissa laid me on the bed and began to kiss my nipples and rub my cock, as...
Melissa and Brad had been dating since her sophomore year at college. Brad being a year ahead of Melissa moved back to his hometown to manage his father's business. At first he emailed and texted her everyday. Melissa knew in her heart she was going to marry him someday. Suddenly his emails and texts became scarcer and when they spoke on the phone he seemed distant and evasive. Something was wrong. Despite having planned a trip to visit her family during spring break, Melissa decided to make a...
Melissa There are moments, in an otherwise unhappy life, when it all seems to go right. Perhaps the stars and planets align just so, or fate’s roll comes up a double six, or it’s just plain dumb luck, but it seems that at certain moments the world just arranges itself so that, for once, I win. The day I met Melissa was a day like that. She was absolutely stunning, she was absolutely fascinating, and best of all she was absolutely interested in me. That last is rare indeed for me, but the...
Jane is in her mid forties, about 130 lbs, 5' 6" with blonde curly hair. Her tits are C's and they are very nicley shaped. Jane has never had children and she got divorced about two years ago. Jane lives in Colorado and we haven't seen her for about ten years, although she and Melissa talk aleast weekly. They were roommates in college and have always stayed close. We met Jane at the airport and she greeted us both with hugs and kisses. Jane still looked like she was in her late...
Jane is in her mid forties, about 130 lbs, 5' 6" with blonde curly hair. Her tits are C's and they are very nicley shaped. Jane has never had children and she got divorced about two years ago. Jane lives in Colorado and we haven't seen her for about ten years, although she and Melissa talk aleast weekly. They were roommates in college and have always stayed close. We met Jane at the airport and she greeted us both with hugs and kisses. Jane still looked like she was in her late...
I agreed and we ended finding two 18 year old guys named Bruce and Billy that would help fulfill her fantasy. Bruce was a tall thin kid with a cock about 9 inches and Billy was short, but his cock was huge and long. This kids cock was every bit of 10 inches and very big around. We agreed to meet them at a hotel one night and they knew I was going to film the fuckfest so Melissa could watch it later and they were both cool with it. Melissa and I got to the hotel and she showered and shaved...
My wife works with several single women and she has been slowly planting seeds in her office. During the weeks since we have agreed to bring a woman in to our playtime, we have taken some prospects out to dinner with us to get to know them without them knowing we were planning to seduce one of them. We had discussed how we may be able to get one of them back to our house and get them in to our bed. I kind of became fascinated with a young African American woman she worked with named...
It had been two days since I'd had my cast removed. My leg was weak, and I had to use a walking stick to move around for any length of time. The hospital had advised me to have physiotherapy, to help build the strength in my leg back up, but I didn’t want to be travelling back and forth to the hospital, more so because I didn’t feel comfortable driving yet. So I arranged for some home physiotherapy, this was after I had spoken with Melissa, she knew a certain person who was quite good at...
Melissa By Margaret Jeanette Mary and Jim Simon were making love. It was an ecstatic time. Mary achieved orgasm and Jim came almost immediately after. Mary said, "That was good enough to do again!" Jim answered, "Yes, that was super. The timing was almost perfect." They continued their play. Mary worked Jim's penis but it wouldn't get hard. Finally Jim said, "It's no use, I guess we'll have to wait until tomorrow night to try again." Mary told him she had an idea. She...
Melissa Won't Let Go. By Tanya H. -5- MELISSA. Hello knees. I said that a lot, on the train to York - but only inside my head and only every time I looked down and saw my knees bared by that dress. Bared knees didn't really sit within my lexicon of smart, or even smart-casual; which man would wear shorts to something where a smart dress code applied? Though my knees weren't actually bared - in case you disapprove of bare-legged women - they were demurely concealed by the fine...
Now, Melissa have done many things together and we decided to pick up a transsexual and see what happened. Melissa dressed in one of her hot little dresses and skipped wearing panties or a bra. She also suggested that I also skip wearing underwear and wear a pair of thin pants that would accentuate my swollen cock. We arrived at this rather large club and I was a bit nervous, I must say. We sat at a table and it didn't take long for people to approach us. I was approached by several young...
We went about setting our plan to action. We had bought a really nice video camera just a few weeks before for the purposes of filming our encounters with those who were willing to do so with us. We decided to try a dating site that was designed more for sexual encounters than dating. We posted on the site and immediately our inbox was getting mails from everyone from single guys, girls to couples. We decided to contact a few of the guys who after some research we found were close, but...
He fixated on her perky, jutting nipples. Shoulders hunched from carry on luggage and attaché/computer case, ample but firm breasts jostled erotically against the thin, silk blouse. Smooth, tanned legs speared into the feminine vee of white shorts. Curly ringlets of bright red hair framed the pretty, dimpled face and she smiled at him. He smiled back. A quick glance around the Phoenix airport concourse acknowledged that he was not the only red-blooded male checking her out. The only glitch...
I've been sharing an apartment with Melissa for around 10 months. It started out clean, we were just helping each other out financially and then it turned into a friends with benefits situation. She had been pursuing a guy, got really close then he shattered her heart in a ruthless gesture: sending her a video of him fucking a girl he started dating to get her to stop. Upset and a wreck she broke down crying in my arms. That night was rough and we laid in her bed for a couple hours as she...
Melissa Melissa is a sweet girl who finds herself paying for the actions of her father in the most brutal way. She is kidnapped, tortured, and gang-raped on camera before meeting her end. More parts to come..Description The Blue Dragon was an organization that made its money by kidnapping innocent victims, raping, torturing, and finally killing them on tape then selling these films to the rich perverts of the world. Jack Crane, a distinguished detective has been chasing after this...
Melissa had been reading all about Roman history and the lifestyles of the emperors and their wives. She had long reached the part about the famous Valeria Messalina, Claudius’s third wife who apparently challenged a prostitute to a fucking competition and won. In those days, the wealthiest women were not short of men, but in this day and age, you could wait forever.Melissa had been waiting; four weeks to be precise and today was the day; the hour, rapidly approaching. She had posted a...
Hardcore[ For Melissa! ]My second time with Melissa was different from our first experience. The first one involved only her and I. I'd watched her fingering her pussy and having a number of obviously intense orgasms, while I, on the other hand, merely observed her and jacking off as I did---but that proved to be an extremely intense experience for us both.This second time Melissa was going to fuck three different black guys. I'd heard about her 'yard man' experiences before, but this time I was going...
Melissa's Story It was my duty, but I really did not want to do it, however I had no choice, and besides, it would, I was sure, have a very pleasant result in the long run. But I hate crying women, despise them. I knocked on the girl's door and let myself in without waiting. She was still in her bed, the covers loosely bunched about her hips and her luscious body nearly bare, dark hair spread widely across her pillows. But then the sun was barely up, painting her gold and red. I felt the...
“So, sweetheart, what are we going to do while the house is a man-free zone?” Robert had to visit his parents for the weekend at short notice; too short for the three of them to go together. Melissa had some commitments at college on the Saturday morning, and Sarah was reluctant to leave her by herself. It was not that she was not capable, but a lot had happened this last few weeks, and they all thought that some serious ‘girlie’ time was overdue. “Mummy, can we talk about sex please? Can we be...
TabooBreaking your leg has got to be one of the most painful experience’s imaginable. Not to bad if you have a partner to help you get around, otherwise, like me. You end up hobbling around, banging into everything. Bathing or taking a shower was a nightmare, you have to put you leg into a plastic bag, to stop the plaster getting wet, but trust me, trying to stand in a shower with one foot covered in a plastic bag is not easy. I even tried having a bath with my broken leg hanging over the side of...
Melissa Won't Let Go. By Tanya H. -4- ELIZA. My dreams came horribly full of men and cocks. I spread my legs, my mouth, my tits eagerly for them, hitched my skirts, pulled aside my panties; I made it easy for them to take me and fill me even as I hated what I did, what I lusted for. A passenger in my own humiliation. Awareness came back slowly - grey light of dawn or dusk, a weight of bedclothes on my body, a warning of peeing. Fear rode me too; that I'd open my eyes to some...
I was young and after serving in the military, I bought a motorcycle and decided to see the country that I had just spent 4 years protecting. I drove and had many cool experiences and then I landed in a small farming community in the Midwest. I was out of money and was able to get a job so I rented a room in the town with the intent of making enough money to continue my tour. One Friday night with little to do and not really knowing anyone, I went to the local Ice cream stand to get a...
Melissa grew up in Baghdad by the Bay (San Francisco). She had a normal c***dhood, all the normal sc****s, bruises, victories and disappointments. The geography of San Francisco eliminates back yards and playing with wagons and bicycles as a c***d because the hills are so steep. The climate is cold and damp enough to require everyone to dress up more. Hairstyles suffer because thick hair goes straight and fine hair curls up. You see far more hats and gloves in the Bay area than any other area...
Melissa grew up in Baghdad by the Bay (San Francisco).She had a normal c***dhood, all the normal sc****s, bruises,victories and disappointments. The geography of SanFrancisco eliminates back yards and playing with wagons andbicycles as a c***d because the hills are so steep. The climate iscold and damp enough to require everyone to dress up more.Hairstyles suffer because thick hair goes straight and fine haircurls up. You see far more hats and gloves in the Bay area thanany other area of...
My girl friend Melissa and I rented several adult movies one night, out of boredom. One of the videos was multiple scenes of different women being completely covered in cum from multiple cocks. Melissa became very excited watching these women with numerous guys jerking off all over them. After the video was over, Melissa decided that she wanted to experience that! So, it had been decided that I would find ten or so guys to jerk off on her, no sex, just cum. So, I headed off to the local strip...
Melissa Won't Let Go. By Tanya H. -1- JODIE. By the time the magistrates had imposed the restraining order on Melissa I had already moved away, down to the South West, after my bosses sympathetically arranged a transfer. I went to a bigger store in Plymouth, with slightly less money and responsibility, but they needed to make sure my personal life wasn't going to blow up again. Who could blame them? I hated having to leave my life and friends behind in York, but both were...
Melissa and Julie As I walk up the stairs to the slaves shared bedroom I hear a low moan comingfrom behind the door. Sneaking towards the door I push it open a fraction Ipeer through the gap, inside I see Melissa kneeling on the bed her arse inthe air and her face buried in the pillows with Julie behind her lapping ather pussy and arse. Frowning as I had ordered neither of them to cum todayas I had plans for the evening. Striding into the room I shout at the two ofthem, pushing Julie away and...
"Like that would ever happen!" I exclaimed as I reached for the remote to turn off the television. I'd been forced by my girlfriend to sit through the whole of 'My Fake Fiancé' staring Melissa Joan Hart and some guy. At last, it had ended. The story basically involved MJH and the guy faking a wedding so that they would get gifts and money so replace the stuff that she had stolen and to pay off his gambling debts. Obviously they hate each other at first but end up falling in love. "What...
Melissa awoke, aware of two things. The sunlight, brightening the room despite thick curtains, was one. The other was the supple body of Stacey, who was wrapped round her, still asleep. The thin, oversized t-shirts they were both wearing did nothing to hide Stacey's curves, the soft firmness of her breasts or the hard, erect nipples that were tenting the material. Initially, Melissa was a bit disturbed by her feelings. 'I'm not interested in girls that way.' But she couldn't deny the...
"So, are you still having sex with your father?" Mark asked me again. I paused for a moment before replying, "Babe ... before I answer that question, I need to tell you what occurred after that weekend. Something really dramatic happened that changed my life completely. Then you will know it all, and I'll answer anything you ask." After he knows it all ... everything ... would I still be the woman he loved? Or just some perverted tramp? I worked up my courage and finished telling him...
This story took place a few years ago when I was 18. Up until that day, I had thought I was just a normal girl with an average heterosexual sex drive but it all goes to prove that if you allow yourself not to be tied to what is considered normal, then, anything can and will happen. My name is Joanna, I’m from central England, I’m about 5’6 tall, with shoulder length dark hair, hazel or green eyes, an English size 10 in clothes, with 34 ‘b’ cup boobs. I was on holiday in West Australia,...
I have written this quickly because I just have to get it out and I am horny and find it difficult to type while masturbating. One hand typing is not easy!I took a trip to a small town called Lillooet. There is a gorgeous lake called Seton where I spent all day Saturday of my visit soaking up the sun and enjoying the views. One view that I really enjoyed was a young First Nation girl who was beating the heat while swimming in the cool water. I watched her for a while, she appeared around 18...
Living in a college town, I've learned there's always plenty of eye candy, but also a general lack of experience to go with those young hard bodies. However, there's nothing I enjoy more than a young girl that seems so innocent until you've pulled their panties off, and then realize you've unleashed a monster...It was May, just a couple months ago, when I was out for a run by the beach. At the end of a 5 mile stretch, my mind was on a hot shower and a post-workout snack as I made my way through...
This story took place a few years ago when I was 18. Up until that day, I had thought I was just a normal girl with an average heterosexual sex drive but it all goes to prove that if you allow yourself not to be tied to what is considered normal, then, anything can and will happen. My name is Joanna, I'm from central England, I'm about 5'6 tall, with shoulder length dark hair, hazel or green eyes, an English size 10 in clothes, with 34 'b' cup boobs. I was on holiday in West Australia,...
ExhibitionismFrowning, Melissa picked up the envelope, untucked the flap and removed the single sheet of note-paper. "Darling girl. You have been, and are, a far better daughter than I could have hoped or deserve. This is just to say 'I love you'. Dad." 'Oh, Daddy ... what are you doing?' She stood still, looking at the few words. After a while she shrugged. 'Suppose there's not much I can do just now anyway... ' Suddenly uninterested in cooking, she put together a sandwich and clamped it into...
In the morning, Dennis and Melissa were the last to rise. It had been an exhausting night, and by the time they reached the breakfast table, their parents were almost finished. "Come on sleepy heads!", said Helen. "What time did you two get to bed last night... you both look like death warmed up!" "Don't worry, Mom," replied Dennis smiling at his sister. "We were both in bed REAL early... right Sis?" "Yeah, Mom!", smirked Melissa. "Too much sleep I guess." "Probably stayed...
Melissa had been sexually active since she was a pretty young age, by the time she was 16 she had already had several partners both male and female. She once had a threesome with her cousin (f) and a friend of theirs. It got her wondering how it would be to have multiple male partners. Now a normal person wondering this would just seek out two guy friends and go for it. But she was far from your normal girl. So what did she do you are asking yourself??? She started researching aka watching tons...
I was now on my first crusise on the ocean...I seen Melissa Gilbert up on the rail crying....I was running towards her when she jumped, I jumped in after her....Got hold of her and called for help but no one could hear me...we were adrift seems like hours with i see a small island and swim for it... When we hit the beach some time later and i got a fire going and gather some fruits and anything else i could find...I ask Ms. Gilbert why she jumped ship ? Well she said that her and Bruce had...
This story, while short and sweet, contains some bad words and veiled references to m2f transformation. It is based on a dream that I had. Hope you all enjoy it, BUT ONLY IF YOU ARE OVER 18 AND AGREED NOT TO POST THIS. It is for your personal enjoyment and is not to be rebroadcast in any form. Thanx, Karyn ________________________________________________ Melissa Virus By Karyn Amethyst Part one It was 3 am and I was getting tired. I had spent the last four days...