Nandita To Nandini
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"Come on," Lisa pleaded and Alistair shook his head. "OK we'll be good to ya, won't we Abigail? Abigail wanna say sorry."
The flamboyant teenage girl nodded, and Lisa begged the teenage boy to join them, but he shook his head. "I cannae leave the shop. Not 'til my Dad gets back."
"We're wasting our time," Abigail moaned. "And I wanted to help."
He winced as Abigail spoke and he wiped his eyes. "I wanna but ah can't."
Abigail pursed her lips and rolled her eyes. "Abigail'll be on 'er best behaviour," Lisa offered, and he thought for a moment, looking at her and then shook his head. "She 'as to say sorry for being a bitch to ya and we have an idea to help yer out."
"I can't."
"OK I'll be a dirty fuckin' cow," Abigail promised and looked at him in the eyes. "I'll strip for ya. Take me clothes off and grind my naked body 'gainst ya. I'll run me hands over your body. Come with us." He shook his head, and Abigail saw a tortured expression on his face. "I'll spread my legs," she offered. "And I'll let you play with these wee beauties." She cupped her breasts and gave him a wicked smile.
"Stop it!" Alistair cried, and Abigail looked at Lisa.
"Coming?" He shook his head, and Abigail snorted. "I'll suck your cock, big boy. In the woods, all day long. I'll let you touch me, taste me. Fuck me hard." She gave a couple of theatrical groans.
"Please! Stop it!" He put his hands to his crotch and Abigail shook her head.
"Not 'til you come out with us." He screwed up his face, and she closed her eyes and grunted as she exhaled. "Aghhh. The thought of your cock inside me, aggghhhh Alistair. Ali-stair. Ali-stairrrrr! Can you imagine it?" He crossed his legs and Abigail rubbed her bosom, peeking at him as he shook for a moment and then ran out of the shop into the back crying. "Can you go now?" Abigail asked him, and she shook her head in annoyance, telling her friend to wait in the shop.
"Leave me aloon," Alistair cried from the little toilet as Abigail pushed against it; it was locked.
"Open it," she asked and he refused. She looked at the little lock, took out a pen from her pocket, and slowly slid it across, before charging in.
"Get oot."
Abigail looked at him, frantically trying to cover himself as he used toilet tissue to clean himself and she shook her head. "Ahh come on. Ah came to say sorry. Ah do wanna to take you out to the woods and show ya somet'ing. Ya'll like it."
"Go away," he moaned and she shrugged.
"Ah was a bitch," she told him. "Lisa told me that. But I think ya great. Not fer boyfriend but ya ain't shitty. I wanna help you with ya problem. Now come wit' us."
He snorted as he put his manhood back into his wet Y-fronts. "Ya dain't."
She gulped and watched as he washed his hands. "Nah affence and all that. But ya ain't gonna win stud of the year."
"Yeah, I know!" Alistair cried and pushed past her, but the teenage girl grabbed hold of his arm and pushed him up against the wall.
"Yah know. Then lemme teach ya," she cried out. "How tae eat me 'cause ev'ry girl loves being eaten out. Ya might be crap down there." She grabbed hold of his crotch and gave a gentle squeeze that made his eyes water. "So make up for it." She looked at him in the eye and took a deep breath. "D'ya want the girls to talk 'bout you and say ya crap in bed or good in bed?" Tears welled up in his eyes, and he stared at her. "Just ask me if ya want me to show ya."
Alistair glared at the unrestrained teenager as she walked around the front of the shop and called out after her. "Leave me aloon," he told her. "Yer just being nasty again."
Abigail snorted and opened the door. "Ah'm being nice. But Ah-be nasty if ya wan't."
"Yar a bitch," he cried.
She snorted and slammed the shop door as she left. "Can'ya believe 'im?"
Lisa shrugged. "He 'ates us," she mused. "But we did mess with him."
Abigail hummed. "Well until he can be nice I'll make him spunk as often as I can. In public."
"Oh Abigail..." Lisa moaned. "Do ya 'ave to always t'ink about sex."
Abigail smirked. "Oh, I saw your Dad yesterday," Abigail told Lisa as they left the shop. "He has aged a bit..."
"Five years in the nick does that."
"Ahh well ... he shouldn't go scamming rich bankers should he?" Abigail teased and then smiled at her. "But he has such a wicked touch. And if your brother keeps going, and will grow to have a cock that size, well, wow!"
"Abigail," Lisa moaned, and her friend laughed.
"S'ok. I ain't been messin' with ya Dad."
"I bet he'd jump on ya if he could," Lisa mused. "And I bet you'd jump on 'im!"
Abigail laughed. "So 'ow's things at home?"
"OK. Ma not wanting a divorce, no more. S'even worse. Never get any peace. Wish our walls weren't made of cardboard, hear 'em all night long."
Abigail couldn't help but laugh; what her friend needed was a boyfriend.
Abigail wiped the tables and strode to the back of the café, her eyes focusing on her sister coming in through the door. "What dya want?" Abigail asked, and Moira snorted.
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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt. If you think you know somebody...
Dear sexstory friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on The incident happened when I was 18 years old and studying PUC in Bangalore, when a new Malayali neighbours occupied the vacant house next to our home. They...
(MMF, wife sharing) At the time I write this story Andrea, (My wife) is 36 years old, and quite a knockout. She's always been into bodybuilding and has been a runner since she was a k**. With all of the attention that she has given herself, it really shows. At her age she still has a hard body, and a deep rich "California Girl" tan. Her chestnut hair is beautiful. And her dark brown eyes seem to see right through me sometimes. My Andrea is a beautiful "self made" woman that any man would be...
Nandhini Chechi fed me her excess breast milk and surrendered her pussy to my 8” cock.Dear friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on [email protected] The incident happened when I was 18...
Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Brandee series is intended for adults only. Additionally, no part of this story may be reproduced without the permission of the author. Becoming Brandee Chapter Fourteen: It was almost a year since I had been transformed from smart independent CD girl, Jenni, into sweet dumb and adorable bimbo, Brandee. It was also Halloween and the final evening performance of my promotional tour being staged back where it all started, the...
Andee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
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