My Sick Dick Inside My Daughter In Law
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The waitress called it the "red room," but only the upholstery was red. Everything else was white and black. Our silver was real silver, arranged precisely around bone white china in what I supposed was the proper arrangement for knives, forks, and spoons. Our table was round with a starched white tablecloth and three chairs. It was too small. At least we were set apart from the next table, which held a fat, noisy French couple, who seemed not at all pleased with their meal.
"Can we afford this place?" Lauren asked.
"I hope."
I pulled out the ornate wooden chair and plopped down. I picked up one of my spoons and fiddled with it. The waitress gave me a dim look, waited for Fi and Lauren to sit, and handed us our menus.
I took a quick glance. Cappuccinos were only two-euros-fifty. "Don't go anywhere yet," I said to her, in Italian, "We just want three cappuccinos, extra sugar in mine."
"There's sugar on the table," she said, pointing to the obvious little jar of sugar.
"Ah, Fine."
I gave her a big fake smile. She gave one back. Then she spun around in place and headed out of the room.
"Nice service," I said in English.
"I think she has a nice ass," Lauren replied.
She smiled. I hadn't noticed the girl's ass.
Lauren scooted her chair. She got close and took my hand, resting her head on my shoulder and letting out a sigh.
"So," I said, back to Italian, "What's the big deal about this place? It's nice enough, I guess."
"It's a famous cafe," Fiorella said, "A historic spot in Padua. A revolution started here, or something. My aunt recommended it." She shrugged.
"Ah." I looked around. Whatever it had once been, now it was full of tourists.
I listened to a trio of Americans in polos jabbering about the differences between Italian and French wines. Italian wines were "earthier," or something. I expected them to yank out their dicks, or their Amex cards, or both.
"Everyone's pretending to be sophisticated," I said.
Fiorella smiled. "And we aren't?"
"Hah!" I pretended to launch something at her with my spoon. I turned and kissed Lauren's mouth, then looked around to see if anyone had a problem with that. Nobody seemed to.
"So," Fi went on, "What's our plan?"
"Hmmm. Well, we head down to the museum for a look-see."
"So soon? Isn't that risky?"
"I guess, but I don't know what else to do. Anyway, I've always favored the direct approach."
Our coffees arrived. This time, I noticed the waitress's little pencil skirt. It was black with a thin white stripe up the back. She must have caught me looking -- she surely saw me holding Lauren's hand -- in any case, she bent over, slow and obvious, and placed our coffees down. Then she gave me a smile, and asked, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
I glanced at Fi and Lauren. Their faces were open and happy. Fi gave me a look. "You mentioned the direct approach," she said.
I looked at the waitress, letting my eyes drift up and down. She looked right back. She stood posing, holding her tray in front of her chest with both hands. She arched her brows.
"I wanna eat your pussy."
I said it pretty loud. I heard the French lady gasp. The Americans shut up. Somebody dropped a spoon.
She sneered and said, "You wish." Then she turned in place again and sauntered out of the room.
"Ha! What a tease," Fi said.
"Yeah. Pity too. She did have a very nice ass."
I looked around. The French lady looked away. The Americans just stared, leering with big stupid grins. I made a face at them, then turned and kissed Lauren again. She pressed in her tongue.
"This place kinda sucks," I said, "Let's get outta here."
We drank, paid, and left. We went north up a narrow street and past a little piazza with a garden and a fountain. Lauren walked close to me. She held my hand, leaning into me. When I stopped, she turned to me, nuzzling her head against me, and we kissed. I stopped several times.
"So," Fi asked after the third such episode, "Why don't you two just fuck already?"
"Huh?"
"Nothing. Sorry. I didn't mean to disturb the lovebirds."
Fi stood there. She crossed her arms. She shifted around, scraping her heel against the pavement.
"What's wrong with Fi?" Lauren asked.
"I dunno. Maybe she's feeling left out?"
I looked at her. She looked back, then turned and continued walking up the street. Lauren and I released our embrace and followed, still holding hands.
We entered a large piazza with modern glass storefronts and brick pavement laid out in an elaborate curved pattern. There was a raised pedestrian area with tables, benches, and trees in cement planters. Dozens of bicycles were parked here, and a big group of students in identical blue t-shirts milled about, avoiding the gaze of their chaperones.
Fi strutted out among them, right through their center. The boys all stopped to look at her. Some of the girls did too. Then Lauren and I came through. They shifted their attention to us, the boys, and the very same girls. Lauren smiled at them.
"Wait up, Fi," I said.
She stopped. She turned, crossed her arms again, and waited.
The street ended here. On the opposite side of the piazza two streets exited. They were both large and clogged with cars.
"I think we want to go to the right here," I said, "Up the Corso Garibaldi."
"OK," Fi responded.
She turned again.
"Fi, wait."
She turned back. "Yeah?"
I released Lauren's hand.
"Lauren."
"Yeah?"
"I'm gonna walk with Fi for a bit, OK?"
"Yeah. Of course."
I walked up to Fi. I took her hand. "Let's walk together."
She smiled. "Sure," she said. She took my hand and shot a little smile to Lauren. Then she looked back at the students. She pulled me to her and kissed me. She squeezed my ass. I heard the the boys, and those few special girls, murmur and gasp.
We walked up the wide boulevard. I saw green ahead, a park with trees, only a hundred yards away. We drew close. Back, at the end of a long footpath, among the trees, nestled in their shadow, was a tan church, quite tall. We left the boulevard and walked up the footpath toward the church.
"We're going to the church?" Lauren asked.
"It isn't a church anymore," I said, "Now it's his museum."
A warm breeze blew, tossing dried leaves across our path. We walked over them, crunching them beneath our feet. We heard the laughter of children. There was a field to the right, beyond the trees. A group of boys were kicking a ball. I saw one break free, running full tilt, kicking the ball again and again with practiced motions. The other boys chased, but fell behind. He passed from our view.
We walked straight on, up the path.
The door to the museum was black with white trim. As we approached, it opened and a girl came out. She turned and closed the door behind her, then scampered down the steps.
We all stopped and looked.
She had thick black hair and a black dress, buttoned up the front, with a white collar. Her skin was a delicate cream color, not at all Mediterranean, except her knees, which were cherry red like she'd been kneeling. She had pink, pouty lips and wide dark eyes. She carried a little red clutch bag and a small leather bound book. She wore leather flats, tied in big, elaborate bow knots.
She neared the bottom of the steps. She took the last three at once, hopping off and landing, squatting a bit, with her arms outstretched, balancing. She got a big grin, and twirled about.
"Oh my god she's pretty," Lauren said.
The girl must have heard. A huge smile crossed her face.
"Thank you," she said, in English with a British flair. She stood still for a bit, getting her balance. Then she walked toward us at an angle, sort of catlike, still smiling. She stared hard at Lauren. Then she laughed. Her body relaxed. She stood on one foot and said, "You're very pretty yourself."
"How like an angel," Fi muttered.
I didn't say anything.
"Honey, What's your name?" Lauren asked.
"Sophia."
"Hi Sophia. How old are you?"
"Fourteen. And you?"
"Seventeen. I'm Lauren.
"Hi Lauren."
Lauren gazed at her. The girl gazed back, for a bit, then dropped her eyes. She shifted her feet. Then she got a big grin and looked back up.
"You're Americans?" she asked.
"Well, I am, and Rachel. Fiorella is Italian. She's from Milan."
"Hi Fiorella," the girl said, in perfect Italian.
"Hi," Fi responded.
"So..." The girl said, shifting her balance to one leg, "Nice to meet you."
She spun about and began to walk away.
"Wait," Lauren said, "Let's do something together."
"Oh? Like what?" She turned back.
Lauren stammered. "Oh, anything."
"What book is that?" I asked.
She looked down at it. "The Enneads, by Plotinus. It's a boring old Greek thing."
"I know what it is." I wondered, was it a translation, or did she read Greek?
We all looked at each other. I tried to think of a way to keep her around.
"We could get coffee and discuss Plotinus," I said.
She pinched her face. "I think I'd rather -- uh ... well ... I can't think of anything more boring. That's it! That would be the most boring thing we could do!"
Lauren laughed. "We could kiss."
Everyone got quiet.
"OK," the girl said.
We passed through a hole in a hedge into a garden. A ring of trees surrounded a little pond. An old bench was set against it with tarnished bronze fittings and sun bleached wooden slats. In one direction, a bridge was visible, where the boulevard crossed a canal. In the other, just above the foliage, I could see a corner of the museum's roof. The sun was high, casting small shadows. A warm breeze blew. We were alone.
Lauren and Sophia walked directly to the bench.
"Sometimes a tourist will wander back here," Sophia said, "But if your friends keep an eye out, we should be fine."
Fi and I followed close behind them. I had no intention of keeping an eye out. I was going to watch nothing but them.
They sat side by side. Sophia set her book and clutch down, opposite Lauren. Fi came up and squatted behind them, leaning against the back of the bench. I walked around, just to the edge of the pond, gazing.
Lauren sat back and looked at Sophia. Sophia sat straight and stared ahead. Her eyes were wide. She rested her hands on her knees. They both smiled. I smiled. Fi had an intense look.
"So," Lauren said, "Shall we?"
They turned to each other and kissed, at first little pecks with puckered lips. Sophia giggled and squirmed. Lauren stroked her and nuzzled in close. She kissed the girl's neck. She kissed her ear. Then apart. Then together again, heads slanted, arms wrapped, lips locked in a deep kiss.
Sophia's eyes got huge. She released her embrace. Her arms shot out and her whole body squirmed. Even with lips pressed tight, I heard her squeal. Lauren held her, and kept kissing, just for a bit. Then she let go. Sophia shot back, quivering as if stunned. Just for a moment, then forward again. Another deep kiss. More squirming. Another squeal.
They released again. Sophia panted and twitched.
"Oh my god oh my god!" she said, "What was that?"
I smiled. I smiled huge. Only the gifted could feel the recharge.
Fi reached around and stroked Sophia's shoulder. I went and sat next to her, pushing aside her book and clutch. I kissed her cheek.
"Sweetie," I said, "Are you into magic?"
She turned to me. "Yes. Well -- my father is. I've done a few little tricks, but he won't let me learn real magic. Girls aren't allowed."
I kissed her again. I cast illumination -- it worked so well for this. Her eyes widened, even bigger than before. She gasped. She watched the little speck flicker and flit. Then she looked back at me.
"You dear thing," I said, "You precious thing, girls are allowed to learn magic."
Lauren kissed her face, down her cheek, and along her neck. Her eyes fluttered, and she reached up, cupping a hand against Lauren's head. She scooted back, slouching. I kissed her other side, her face, her neck. The Fi came forward, reaching across and stroking her chest. I sat back, giving Fi room. Sophia turned, her face transfixed. They kissed, on the mouth, deeply. Then Lauren again. A long deep kiss. A tremor and a squeal.
Lauren and I squeezed her between us, pressing in, embracing her, kissing, Fiorella too, wrapping her arms and nuzzling in. We kissed. All of us kissed. We kissed and kissed and kissed.
"Would you like to come back to our room, sweetie?" I asked, my heart pounding, "I wanna fuck you. I wanna watch Lauren fuck you ... then, I'll teach you your first spell."
She sat breathless. She twitched.
"Oh yes!" she said, "Oh god yes. Please."
One wall of our hotel room was white. The opposite was a deep, rusty orange. It had a polished parquet floor, two big fluffy beds -- set abut against each other, two windows -- also side by side, two chairs -- soft black vinyl, and two lamps -- which gave off a harsh, antiseptic white light. There was only one bathroom, but it had two sinks.
The four of us entered. We strolled in, except Sophia, who came in slowly, looking around at everything with wide eyes. She seemed very nervous.
As soon as we closed the door Lauren grabbed her and sat her on the bed. She started petting the girl. She held her close.
"Lauren, sweetie," I said.
"Yeah?"
"Let's give Sophia some time to relax, OK."
"Uh -- sure."
"Sophia, how do you feel?" I asked. I sat next to her and put my arm over her shoulders. Lauren's was around her waist. Fi pulled up a chair and sat.
"I'm fine," Sophia said.
"What spell will you teach her?" Fi asked.
"Illumination I suppose, but first -- her recharge. Are you ready, sweetie?"
She looked at me, wide-eyed. She nodded her head.
Lauren went down. She pushed up the girl's dress. Sophia adjusted her butt so we could pull the hem up and bunch it around her tummy. Her panties were white cotton. They came off. Lauren kissed. Lauren licked, just her thighs at first, then -- there.
I watched her face, watched the pleasure spread. I heard the wet sounds. I smiled, gazing into her eyes. I kissed her. "Isn't it wonderful?" I whispered in her ear.
"Oh yes," she muttered, "Yes."
She lay back, shutting her eyes. I kissed them on their closed lids. Her mouth opened. I kissed that too. Her body tensed. She moaned, long and deep. She grabbed the fabric of her dress and pulled hard. She twisted and squirmed.
The basic illumination spell was only three simple words, but it was so much more than words. She uttered them, again, perhaps her sixth try. Nothing happened.
"Why doesn't it work?" she asked, "Maybe I'm not really a witch."
She was dressed again, sitting on the bed, my arm around her waist, hers resting on her knees. Lauren and Fi lay together on the other bed, naked, kissing and petting.
"You're definitely a witch, sweetie. Only witches can feel the recharge."
"Oh."
"So, let's try again. When you speak the words, relax and let you mind flow. Feel the connection with the goddess."
"I've never worshiped the goddess. My father is Catholic. We worship God, Jesus, and Mary, and the saints and sometime the decans."
"Yes. I know. Try to feel her with your spirit. Trust me, she's there, and she loves you."
She spoke the words. Again, nothing.
"Did you ever meditate on the spheres?" I asked.
"Girls aren't allowed."
"But you tried anyway, right?"
She nodded her head.
"Did you see them? Did you feel them?"
"Yes, a little."
"The goddess is like that, but she comes from here." I motioned to her tummy. "And here." I ran my hand down -- there. I began to rub her. She leaned forward. She parted her legs.
"Alright," I said, "Feel inside yourself. Meditate the same way you did with the spheres, but don't go out. Stay in your body. Feel what it's doing. Feel the flow."
I kept rubbing. Her eyes fluttered. She closed them. Her body tensed up, then relaxed, then tensed again.
"Picture her, lit by the moonlight with her hunting dogs around her barking. She's running through the forest, her bow and arrows in her hands. She's beautiful. Do you see her?"
She moaned. "Yes. She has black hair. The dogs are gray. I can barely see them through the trees."
"Good. Feel the surge of the hunt. Her prey is there. See him running, desperate. What does she do?"
"She fires the bow. The arrow hits his leg. He falls. He cries out and the dogs are on him."
"Yes. Now cast the spell."
She did. A little mote of light appeared before her. For a second it hovered completely still. She opened her eyes and gasped. She giggled. It danced about. She reached to touch it. It disappeared. She looked at me, beaming.
"Wanna try again?"
"Yes!"
She closed her eyes. She cast again. When she opened them, she saw another mote of light.
"Soon you'll learn to move it with your thoughts. You can even make it quite bright, as you learn to control your power."
She stared at it, wide-eyed, smiling. I pulled her to me and kissed her cheek.
"See sweetie. You really are a witch."
She turned to me.
"Thank you Rachel."
I looked at her, such a sweet thing. I reached out and caressed her face, running my finger down her cheek. She sighed. She reached and caressed me back.
"No problem dear," I said, "Now, to celebrate, I'm gonna eat your pussy, then you'll eat mine."
She smiled. She lifted the hem of her dress. I ate slowly. Her pussy was beautiful, her labia swollen and pink, like petals. When it was my turn, I lifted my skirt. Her tongue was soft and wet. It moved in interesting ways. The whole time, through all our moans and cums, we were lit by a tiny, dancing speck of light.
"Sweetie," I said to Sophia, "The museum you were in, how much do you know about the place?"
"A lot, why?"
We were still in our room, all dressed, all happy, as recharged as witches could be, thanks to our sweet wellspring. Lauren lay back in the bed exhausted and with Fi curled next to her. Sophia sat upright in the other bed. I lounged back in a chair.
"Well -- Have you ever seen a mask there? An old African looking mask, with maybe some burn marks?"
She looked at me. "Yes."
I sat forward. "I'm gonna steal that mask."
"Oh."
She squirmed a bit. She seemed to be thinking, real hard. Something became obvious to me.
"Who's your father, Sophia?"
She just looked. She lowered her head, but turned up her eyes and kept looking at me. She stayed quiet.
"Is your father the Curator?"
A pause. "It's supposed to be secret."
"I would expect."
We stared at each other. Fi gasped. Lauren sensed something, and sat up. We'd been speaking Italian.
"What's up?" Lauren asked.
"Sophia is the Curator's daughter."
"He has a daughter?"
"Evidently."
"Sophia, my dear," I said, back to Italian.
"Yes?"
"If you want, you can leave now. I'm going to steal the mask. Your father and I will probably fight, and I'll probably beat him. He might get hurt real bad. If you want to go to him, or warn him, or whatever, you can."
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TeenDedicated to my boyfriend currently in Europe on business, you know who you are. Please enjoy the story everyone else. My story begins at Brisbane International Airport. I have just watched a routinely scheduled Air France flight make a perfect landing and on aboard is Olivier. It is mid February and a hot and humid 35°C. Within the air conditioned walls of Terminal 1 he is probably clearing customs and collecting his baggage right now and I am waiting for him on the...
ReluctanceI had never licked a piece of sweetmeat out of a woman's sweaty asshole before, but the combination of flavors and smells was truly marvelous. Rikki's anus had been thoroughly primed by the thick dildo she'd reveled in earlier. I could hear her moaning with her face buried in the soaking sheets while my long tongue probed ever more deeply inside her pungent depths. But it was not enough for Judy. As she gave her next order, I observed that the pristine white shorts were no longer in...
It was Monday morning and Bob Perkins, the dean at Middlesex High, was happy to return to work. He had a very busy weekend. Bonnie draining him Friday night, and the girlfriend, sensing something was taking his mind off her, putting him to work all day Saturday and part ways into Sunday. He was the one walking with the strange gait now, but when duty calls...Bonnie, the strict principal of Middlesex High, had been turned on watching the dean spank her very sexy secretary, Julie. Julie, panties...
SpankingI saw her at Macys that spring day. She had on a tight ribbed top and a green and blue plaid skirt, bobby socks and her hair back in a ponytail. She was mid-thirties, but she looked about eighteen in that get-up. Her fresh looks and her pert breasts caused me to stop on my way to the cookware section. I picked up a halter from the aisle-side display and glanced at it idly as I watched her shopping for a pair of panties. She already had two pair and was eyeing a third, a sexy thong I noticed....
Ana had been making her Wednesday routine at Jim’s house during three long months. She did not talk too much with me about this; but I knew she was enjoying being well fucked by his huge black cock.One Wednesday when she came home I asked her how she had spent a good time and she just responded me by sticking my hand between her legs so I could feel how wet and cum filled she was. The best part was eating her before she would take a shower.She finally admitted she was having a very good time...
A lot of people are surprised when they meet me. I guess that’s because they’ve all got preconceived notions about what it’s like to be me. My name is Azizah Khalif, and I’m a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Orleans, in provincial Ontario. I recently graduated from Carleton University with a Master’s degree in Computer Science and I presently work for the National Gallery of Canada in downtown Ottawa, as part of tech support personnel. I have a good job, and a very...
For those who have read my By the Sea stories and enjoyed them, the following series may please also. It finds the loving couple at home after their seaside vacation. Comments and observations--both praise and instruction--always are welcome. toy aka searic Post-Sea Saga Back to the mundane workaday world, my lovely wife-Mistress and I were careful to keep active the intense fulfillment and just plain fun of our D/s life. This could range from an entire weekend of play, beginning...
My older brother Liam was currently scowling at the many cars in front of us. It was 8:30 in the evening, and we'd been sitting in London traffic for nearly an hour. The storm was still raging on outside, and car horns were blaring left, right and centre. I'd called Liam after my shift at work. Public transport was all but down, and I didn't want to walk the streets of London at night. Liam had been less than enthused about coming to get me. “I'm sorry, I didn't know there'd be congestion.” ...
IncestI always had a better girls figure than a boys, and all through school I got teased, razed, picked on, heard guys say they would like to see me naked. I can't count the times I got stripped by older boys just to see if I had a pussy, I didn't have very much in the male line, but no pussy, although for as long as I can remember I wished that I did. Starting my freshman year in high school I got a job working evenings and weekends for this 60 year old guy cleaning up around in his hardware...
Gay Male"Unexpected Outing" Part 3. John gets professional help. Fiction by Johnny Cumlately When John returned home dressed as a woman after an accident on the moors, he was surprised that his wife, Mary, had locked him in a chastity device but had decided to help him cross dress convincingly. He began to realise just how much there really was to buy, to learn and practice, and that Mary had been right to call it hard work. In the next few days John tried to catch up with his work...
The sunlight twinkled on the rippling brook as it meandered between the meadows of Caisterdale to pass beneath the old stone bridge beside the village church. Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in shadow oblivious to the scene, staring unseeing into the distance, book in hand but lost in her thoughts. She heard hooves clattering upon the gravelled path, "Ah Miss Haverthorpe, one last day of freedom?" asked a familiar voice. She looked up, John, Lord Caisterdale's son, her...
continued.....Before dawn on the sixth and final day of their honeymoon, John lay in bed listening to the soft spray of water far below their window. He could make out conversations in Spanish and the sound of metal scr****g on asphalt. He envisioned the ground's crew, dressed in their green shorts and polo shirts with the resort's name written in gold script over the breast pocket, hosing down the pool area, aligning chairs in curved rows along its k**ney shape and covering them with the foam...
"Shhh! We can't wake her up!" your mom whispers. You, your mom, and your older sister were standing outside your little sister's door, ready to surprise her. It was her 18th birthday, and pancakes were about to be served in bed. "We know, we know! Come on, let's do this!" Sam whispers, smiling with anticipation. You smile back at her as you slowly open her door, allowing space for your mom with the pancakes and your sister with the plates and forks can get through. You all slowly creep towards...
Incest“That was a lot easier than I thought it would be, Leo was a tough old snake. Didn’t think we get him so easily.” Laughed one of the figures. “We got lucky, he was too preoccupied with this pussy to notice us.” Replied the other lifting Liana’s leg and revealing Leo’s cock still inside her pussy. “Alright, Carlos lets get out of here.” Said the first voice obviously nervous. “Calm down, Juan. Look around for any valuables. We got plenty of time.” Replied Carlos. Juan walked into the other...
It's Saturday night and I'm sitting here watching my beautiful young wife making a few final adjustments to her appearance before we go to a party thrown by her boss and his wife! She's wearing yet another new dress, one of dozens that she's bought recently since starting her new job as the personal assistant to the managing director of a large property management company. It's the type of dress that until recently, she wouldn't have looked at twice, but suddenly it's become one of her...
Cammy disappeared a moment later, and they could hear her footsteps in the sand as she dashed off into the distance. Lance sat up, wondering what he should do. He glanced down at Autumn, who lay there staring up at him, a worried look on her face. "Autumn," he told her gently. "I need to go have a talk with Cammy, big brother to little sister. You might have convinced her to go for a long walk, but I don't think she was expecting to see this when she came back." Autumn nodded, so he...
Introduction: Marry a hooker and pay. He visited my country town in Viet Nam. It was easy for be. I was used to making men want me, need me, pay for me. He thought I was just a local working girl at the plant and he fell in love with me. I told him what he wanted to hear. He asked me to marry him and take me back to the States. We arrived and he took me to a chapel and we were married. Simple is as simple does. I knew once I was in the States I could deal with him. As long as he got what he...
We snuggle close while you catch your breath. Your hand cradles my cock loosely, the fingers of the other hand stroking gently up the underside. Your pussy is drenched with your wetness and my mouth, and the look on your face is hard to describe… one part satisfaction, one part dreamy and one part wicked grin. ‘That was amazing,’ you say finally. ‘I don’t know who taught you, but I want to shake her hand – and maybe eat her pussy, too.’ I give you a strained smile. My cock feels like it could...
Living away from home was the greatest feeling in the world. I was free from the rules of my house, of which there were many. There seemed to be a rule for ever little thing in my parents home and it was a nightmare living them. So why had I agreed to come home for two weeks this summer to visit? I knew without a doubt it was going to be a living hell. I am excited you are coming home. A text came over my phone as I was packing my bags. It was from my little sister Jillian. It had been forever...
IncestHere we are again. This story is the direct sequel to ‘Celestial Wars Ch. 01’ and should not be read without reading that first. This is the second of three parts. Middles are curious things. Middles are written to bring the reader from an interesting beginning, to an exciting ending. This means middles are often overlooked, even though they make up the bones of a story. Unfortunately, this story is all middle. In lieu of some emails that I continue to receive, I feel obligated to warn you...
You are finally out in the real world. Your career choice of freelance web designer for being risky has a lot of benefits, Such as hours, pay and of course you run your own life. Your senior project was so good you college bought it from you and was willing to pay you a stipend for maintaining the site. With that money you were able put down a down payment on this house and afford the mortgage. The neighborhood is a quite middle class neighborhood named "Everhard". This is the town you went to...
So I walk back into the master bathroom to work on my hair. I grab a comb and start teasing my hair up. After a few minutes I really like how my hair looked so I stopped and started checking my makeup. Looking into the mirror I was so turned on by what I was seeing. I looked like a woman. But i realized I looked like a white trash slut. Not a little. I was full on white trash bar whore. I loved it. Now fully dressed I turn to head back into the living room. Looking down at my feet seeing my red...
Everyone sees me as this ‘good girl’ type, but no one knows what I’m truly like. I come to this park every day and read my book. It’s Stephen King’s classic, Misery, I’ve read it a few times, though no one knows this. However today, I’m having a hard time focusing on my reading. I’ve been people watching most of the afternoon. It’s your typical afternoon here: nannies are here with their kids, a few guys playing catch football and, of course, the joggers, walkers and runners are in full swing....
“I KNOW YOU SAID ‘sooner rather than later’ but I didn’t expect it this soon! Are you okay?” I asked. “Um, yeah. I guess I’m super fertile and you’re super potent. I’ll just grin and bear it. Do me a favor and get ‘em snipped before he’s born. Okay? I don’t want to quit having sex just so I don’t get preggers again.” “Daphne...” I pulled my wife into my arms with our little daughter on our lap. Little Shelly. Three months old and already expecting a brother. Or sister, I suppose. Funny how...
My First Experience With Jiju Hi mere naam Sanjana hai aur yeh hai meri first sex experience wali story. Main 18 saal ki hu aur Sex ki bahot shaukeen hu, balki roz bhi mil jaye phir bhi thakti nahi hu. Pata nahi kyu. Coming to the story, yeh story 5 saal pehle ki hai. Chawl mein ek didi (Kanchan) ki shaadi ki waqt ki baat thi. Hum sab ladkiya ek saath unke ghar mein raat ko thehar rahe the unka ghar bahot bada tha aur parivar bhi. Upar se woh log UP ke rehne wale they toh shaadi bhi bahot...
finally last thursday i got to have my second session with pete the tanker driver who delivers fuel to where i work. After his first visit a couple of weeks ago, where he had hinted that he wanted to try man/man action, it hadn't taken much to encourage him give it a go, and having sucked his first cock and had me ease my hard thick length into him, he had apparently enjoyed himself enough to want to feel a guy cum in his ass and maybe even swallow cum at his next visit. So at a little after...
I stayed in bed, in my room for the remainder of the week, and towards the weekend, after much persuasion from my aunt, I reluctantly got up and went to mind her store on Friday. My girl Ai called me, from the store to tell me about a gig in her neighborhood and insisted I come. I faked being sick but everyone knows better than try and make excuses with her. "tha's wack Keisha!" she screamed right into my ear "I wanna see your butt herre 2nite or I'mma come there and whip your ass! Ya hear! I...
EroticAuthor's note: By special request of a one reviewer: Natasha, here is the continuation (extension?) of Water in the ear. Water (Not) in the ear by: Set3 After the man left and Derek finished sputtering he turned to his friend Bill. "Did you see what he just did?!" Bill only smirked. "Heh, That guy is one crazy nut. 'Poof' and the water in your ear is gone? That guy has obviously been smoking something," he said with another chuckle. "Well, he did do that.. But," Derek said...
I had been working as the office manager for a small electrical supply firm in the city where I live for a little over a year, and I just loved it. I'd been given a great deal of responsibility very quickly by the owner and I found that I thrived on the fresh new challenges I encountered each and every day. I was attaining far more satisfaction and fulfillment from my career than I was from my personal life at home. My husband, Danny, and I rarely spoke to each other any more, and things...
sister Fucks Her 4 brothers, Part 4It was at this very moment when Amanda found the bathroom door was open with nobody inside. She was about to enter when she heard a noise coming from the opposite room. She quickly worked out that it was the master bedroom and quietly sneaked up closer to hear what the girls were doing. She couldn’t work out if someone was crying or just quietly talking so she stayed there until she was sure.Cathy could feel her orgasm was about to explode from watching the...
Alan’s turn: It’s MY daughter in the middle of an argument. Yes, Cindy and Nikki and Rachel and Vicki and a whole list of Auburn students, both undergrad and post-grad, are involved, but at the center is our Terri. “Dad, it’s not my fault,” Terri told me when she got home that Monday afternoon. “The army and Google are fighting over us.” I shook my head. Tina had that slightly worried smile I’d seen during the first miles we drove together the day I met her. “I was afraid of this,” I said....
A Valentine's Day To Treasure By Janis Elizabeth Valentine's Day is one of those special days when I get to go out and shop for pretty lingerie for my wife Valerie without having to explain my presence in those silken surroundings. It is also an opportunity to live through the sensual experiences of being surrounded by all of the silky, lacy, lingerie. While I enjoy shopping for lingerie for my wife, I really rather enjoy wearing these soft, silky garments...