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"I'll get it," I said.
"No!" she hissed. "Don't answer it. Maybe he'll go away."
"Maybe you should take Timmy to your bedroom," I said. "I'll talk to Jack."
"Nooo," she said again.
The pounding came on the door again. "Open up, bitch!" yelled a male voice.
"Move it!" I snapped.
She grabbed Timmy's arm and headed for her bedroom.
I went to answer the door. I opened it. There was a pretty boy standing there.
In the Army, there is a type of civilian male that is sometimes called a "pretty boy." Another name for them is "Jody." These are the guys who come on to the girlfriends and wives of guys in the military, and take advantage of their circumstances. Like being lonely, or afraid, or in need of money.
We don't think much of pretty boys. They, on the other hand, think their shit doesn't stink. A lot of them are bullies, and they like pushing people around.
"Who the fuck are you?" said this pretty boy.
"We gave at the office," I said, and slammed the door in his face.
He started beating on the door and cursing up a storm, so I opened it again.
"You need to leave," I said. "You're trespassing."
He saw my cane, then.
A man with a cane is assumed, by many people, to be harmless. He is infirm, for one thing ... or looks infirm. His range of motion is limited, which people think means he can't move quickly. All in all, people disregard someone with a cane as being no threat.
He pushed past me, roughly elbowing me to one side. I let him.
"Out of my way, shithead," he said. "I come for my kid. Where is he?"
"Your kid isn't here," I said. "Your kid, assuming you ever actually got any woman pregnant, was aborted as soon as that woman figured out it was your kid."
He turned on me, his face red.
"Nobody wants to have your baby," I said, as if I was explaining it to a five year old.
"I'm going to kick your ass, you fucking cripple," he bragged.
"I don't think so," I said. I smiled. "But I guess you can try."
He came at me and I whacked him upside the head with my cane. He fell hard, and shook his head.
"Sorry," I said. "That's how we cripples roll."
He got up, and as he did so, he reached into his boot and pulled a knife. It looked like it might be a double edged eight inch blade. He waved it low, weaving it back and forth, and I realized he might actually know something about fighting with a knife. I didn't smile, but I felt like it, because now I had at least a minor challenge.
"Stop!" That was Ronnie. Timmy was standing behind her. "Just leave, Jack. I'm not going to sign anything. You can't have my baby."
"I'll deal with you later, after I give this piece of shit a lesson in manners," he said. He looked at me. "What are you doing here anyway, cripple? You her boyfriend? Is some wimp-assed cripple the best she can do?" He grinned with what I'm sure he thought was an evil grin.
"Jack!" wailed Ronnie.
I looked at her. "Ronnie, I sure would like it a whole lot more if you took Timmy into the bedroom, so he doesn't have to see the blood that's about to be spilled."
"No way," crowed Jack. "Let him stay and watch a real man in action."
"Ronnie?" I said, softly. "Trust me, Ronnie."
She froze for a few seconds, and then turned, picked Timmy up and disappeared. I heard a door slam. I looked at Jack.
"Jack, I'm going to tell you a little secret. I'm not nearly as crippled as I look, and if you don't haul your ass back to Georgia right now, and leave Ronnie alone, you're going to find out coming here was a terrible mistake. You hear me, Jack? You've had fair warning."
"Like you're going to do anything to me," he laughed. "I'm gonna cut your fucking dick off, cripple."
"No ... you're not, Jack," I said, shifting my center of balance. I wasn't going to use the cane this time. "You're just going to make the biggest mistake of your life."
He rushed me then. I swiveled on my good leg, and grabbed his knife arm, pulling him through the thrust in a simple Judo move. Then, with my other hand, I crushed his windpipe.
He flopped on the ground, dying, as I took the knife out of his hand.
"Having a hard time breathing, Jack?" I asked, smiling. "Want me to help you?"
His eyes were wild. He knew he was dying, because he knew he couldn't get any air past his crushed larynx.
I got down over him and held him down. "I'm going to have to do a tracheotomy on you, Jack," I said. "If you lie very still, I'll save your life. If you move, you're going to die."
Then I used his own knife to open his windpipe, between his Adam's apple, which was misshapen and already bruising, and the inside ends of his collar bones. I'd never done it myself, but had watched it done in training. It went just like in the film. I didn't have anything to hold it open, so I used my fingers. His chest expanded and the incision whistled as he breathed through it.
"I'm going to go find something to hold that open, Jack," I said. His eyes panicked. "Just take it easy," I said. "I'll be back before you suffocate. Just don't move around and use up all the oxygen in your lungs."
Then I left him there. That slamming door I had heard had apparently been Ronnie closing Timmy up in a bedroom, because she was was standing in the hallway, looking properly horrified, her hand up to her mouth.
"Quick!" I whispered. "Something hollow, like a straw!"
She ran into the kitchen, and I followed her. "I don't know! I don't know!" she moaned, opening and closing drawers. "I don't have anything like that!" she wailed.
I saw a plastic thing used to make melon balls, and grabbed it. It had a handle on it that was half an inch wide and was tapered. I took it back to where Jack was floundering, his fingers pulling at his new wound. I had to hold him down again as I inserted the handle of the melon thing and twisted it sideways. That spread the slit and got him breathing again.
"Hold this just like it is," I said, bringing his fingers to the device. That, he did, and I watched his chest move up and down. His eyes were still rolling, but he could breathe.
I stood over him. Ronnie was standing to one side, her hand up to her mouth again. There wasn't all that much blood, really, but it was more than she was used to dealing with.
"Here's the deal, Jack," I said, looking down at him. "I just got out of the Army. Special Forces." I looked and his eyes met mine. He was listening. "I didn't kill you, Jack. I could have, and nobody would have cared, because you were using a knife to attack an unarmed disabled man. The cops wouldn't even have arrested me. I am, in fact, going to call the police as soon as we're finished with our little talk. Ronnie's going to make a complaint of a home invasion. I'm going to make a complaint of attempted murder. We're going to tell the police about you trying to sell a five year old little boy that was the product of a rape."
His eyes jittered back and forth.
"So I don't expect you to be able to cause Ronnie any more trouble for a good long while," I said. "But they might only put you away for four or five years, Jack. Hell, who knows? They might not even put you in prison at all. So here's what you need to understand about Ronnie, and Timmy, and this house, and me."
I made sure his eyes were on mine, and moved, to see if they followed. They did.
"I love Ronnie," I said. "I love Timmy too. And what you really need to listen to and understand is that if I ever see you again, I'm not just going to crush your windpipe. You won't survive that meeting, Jack, and that's a promise."
I heard Ronnie's gasp, but ignored it.
"Now I'm going to make one exception to what I just said," I told him. "I'm not going to kill you if I see you in court, when I testify against you. I'll only kill you if I think you're a threat to Ronnie or Timmy. So you need to be careful not to ever come back here. If you want to apologize to her, or something like that, then you need to send a video, or use the mail or whatever. But don't come here in person, because that would be fatal, okay?"
He stared at me.
"I need some feedback here, Jack, or I'm going to take that thing away from you, and let you die."
He nodded, frantically, which made him move his hand. His fingers were bloody and slippery, and the movement made him lose his grip. The slit closed on the implement as it twisted. He flopped. I held him down and got him breathing again. When he calmed, I picked up the knife he had attacked me with.
"I need to make dead sure you know I'm serious," I said, calmly. "Don't move, because I'm not fixing your breathing hole again. I'm not actually going to hurt you right now, unless you move. So don't move. And don't lose your grip on that thing that's letting you breathe, because, like I said, I'm not going to fix it again. If it slips again ... you die, Jack."
I cut through the cloth of his pants in a big circle around his zipper. It was difficult because the knife was almost criminally dull. Then I pulled his underwear away from his body and ripped through that too. That left his dick and balls hanging out. He was like a statue as I did this. I stood up.
"You said you were going to cut my dick off, Jack," I said, conversationally. I tested the edge of the blade against my finger. "It's dull, Jack! I can't cut your balls off with this. It would be more like tearing them off with a knife this dull, Jack. But tell you what. If you can convince me that you understand the seriousness of your mistake, today, I'll let you keep them. Can you do that, Jack?"
He tried to speak, but the air just whistled out of the cut in his throat. His eyes got wild again.
"Blink twice if you understand me, Jack," I said.
He blinked a dozen times. He was still blinking when I turned to find Ronnie looking at me like I was an alien from Mars.
"We need to call the police," I said. "I don't have a phone on me."
She got her cell, and extended it to me as if I had the plague, and she was afraid of catching it. I called 911 and told them there had been a home invasion, and that the intruder had been subdued, but needed an ambulance.
Within minutes there were sirens. My mother, of all people, burst through the door when the ambulance pulled up. She took in the scene and went to Jack. She got on a knee and examined him. She looked up at me.
"Who did this?"
"The tracheotomy?" I asked. "We saw a film in training."
Then the police were there, and they ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. This was big doings for Hanley. Nothing like this had happened in decades. I told them what had happened, and I assume Ronnie did too. My dad showed up to retrieve my mother. It turned out she was in Ronnie's bedroom, entertaining Timmy. Ronnie had asked her to look in on him. Mom and Dad took him to their house.
Then the State Troopers showed up. It turned out there were a dozen warrants out for Jack in Georgia, Alabama and Tennessee. Three of them were felony warrants. Suddenly, our version of events had a lot more credibility. Arrangements were made for formal statements to be made the next day, down at the courthouse. The state investigators put up yellow tape and said Ronnie would have to go somewhere else that night.
So I took her to our house.
I expected it to take an hour to satisfy my parents as to what had happened and all that. But all that happened was my dad asked, "Are you two okay?"
I told him we were, and he said mom was playing with Timmy, but would have questions in the morning.
"She can't stay at her house tonight," I said. "It's a crime scene."
"So your mother informed me," he said. "Of course she can stay here. If you'll help me get the things I've been storing in your room out and to the basement, you can use your room."
"I can sleep on the couch," I said. "She and Timmy can use my room."
He looked at me with that same look I remembered from when Ronnie had kissed me goodbye, when I was leaving for basic training.
"That's up to you," he said.
Only then did I have time to turn, and see if Ronnie still wanted to have anything at all to do with me.
She looked nervous, to be honest.
"You want to go check on Timmy?" I asked.
She looked towards where my dad had pointed, when he said Mom was with Timmy. Then she looked back at me.
"Just for a second," she said.
"I'll go help my dad," I said.
"Please wash your hands first," she said, looking down at them.
I held them up. They were covered with Jack's blood. I hadn't even noticed.
There was a bathroom right across the hall from my room, so I went there. My dad was carrying a box toward the stairs to the basement. When my hands were clean, I helped him take the rest out. There wasn't as much as his words had led me to believe. The adrenaline had leached out of my system, and as usual I was starving. I went to the kitchen and got an orange. Peeling it got my hands juicy, so I washed them again. As I was drying my hands, Ronnie came in. She looked a little better, but leaned up against the counter ... five feet from me. I looked at her, and leaned against the counter where I was.
"I told you to stay in the bedroom," I said.
"Did you know you were going to do that to him?" she asked. "Hit him there, I mean?"
I nodded. "It was the best way to subdue him without killing him, and make sure he was harmless."
"It looked like you just reached out and touched him," she sighed.
"He was threatening you," I said. "He was threatening me."
"I know," she said. "And I don't blame you. Not really. I know what he can be like. It's just that..."
"You're not used to me being this way," I said.
She took a step closer, and stopped.
"You even scared me, Bobby!" she said. "I mean I knew you meant it. I almost peed my pants!"
"I did mean it," I said. "And I needed him to believe it. Guys like that only understand one language. I had to convince him that I'm badder than he is, and that it isn't worth the risk of messing with me. Fear is the only thing they understand, because that's the only tool in their own tool box."
She was quiet for a while. "Did you mean... all of it?"
"All?"
"What you said about how you felt about ... us."
"About loving you?" I said.
She nodded. She looked nervous again.
"I missed you," I said. "And I know we never talked about this. I didn't want to write about it. And I'm not good with words anyway. But yes. I've loved you for a long time ... longer than I've been gone. And I know I don't have any claim on you, and that I'm too young and all that. So don't worry. I'm not like him. I'm not going to try to force myself on you."
She took another step closer, just looking at me.
"You were too young," she said.
"I know," I admitted.
She took another step.
I do not know why it is this way, but it’s pretty universal in America for people to look askance when an older man is with a younger woman. There are lots of terms for it. Cradle-robber. Chester the molester. Dirty old man. Sugar daddy. Those are for a heterosexual relationship where the man is older, but there are dozens of other names for other kinds of relationships. We won’t go into those. My point is that American society looks down on May-December relationships and I don’t know why. If...
When I got to Ronnie's house, I thought she wasn't there at first, because I knocked and nothing happened. I was about to leave when the curtains moved, so I waited. Finally she opened the door about a foot. She had on a thick robe, but it wasn't closed tightly, and there was a lot of cleavage. I knew it wouldn't be anywhere near acceptable to stare at that, as delicious as it looked, so I got my eyes off of that and put them on her face. She was just staringt at me and I thought she was...
What do you do when you find out your daughter and the young man you think of as your son, are lovers? I'm really asking that question, because I had no idea what to do. It had been going on literally for years, and there was no way in the world I could pretend my kids weren't just as normal as pie in every other way a person could evaluate them on. Their grades were fine. Their social relationships were good, allowing for the fact that they had orgies in my daughter's bedroom. And let's...
The girls had snuck into the bathroom and peeked, of course. I found out from Frankie, later. And that's because Frankie demanded that Phee invite her over for a "private sleepover" the next week. I had forgotten all about what Denise had said about how eager Frankie was. Frankie was so un-eager verbally, that that's all that had ever sunk in. To be honest, when Phee told me "Frankie wants to come over, so be ready," I still didn't believe we'd have sex. And I was sure I was right...
Now I know the majority of readers would think that I’d hop right on that bandwagon and let a beautiful young woman ‘experiment’ with my raging boner, especially since such boners developed, occasionally, because of the girl in question. But let’s be reasonable, here. Thinking about committing even a minor form of incest is a big step and while my sister had had a month to get “normalized” to the idea of playing with her brother’s prick just to get a little experience, all I’d done was...
I saw my daughter lying there, freshly and well fucked. But there was something unreal about it too. "Wow," panted Amber, her eyes clear and untroubled by guilt. "I didn't believe her. I was wrong. She was right. You're incredible." "What the fuck?!" I gasped. "Don't be mad, Daddy," she said, panting between each word. "I couldn't help it." "What are you talking about?" I asked, also having trouble talking because I was so out of breath. She put a finger on my lips ......
All movement stopped again. Voices died down. Phoenix said, "Really?" sounding surprised, and a smidgeon happier, so I thought I had eked out at least a partial victory. "Absolutely," I said. "All your friends are ... um ... inspiring." Don't ask me why I chose that word. Then things got weird again. "But not me," said Phoenix. "What?" "I'm not ... inspiring," she said. Her voice was flat. In case any of you readers out there are males in your early teens ... this is the...
You couldn't lock the bathroom doors from the outside. I fully expected Danni to come storming in with murder in mind ... but she didn't. In fact, they left me alone the rest of the night. This is not to say I couldn't hear them, but it was strange, because they honestly didn't sound any different than they had on other nights. I mean I could hear voices, but not what was being said, and those voices kept speaking until I finally fell into an exhausted sleep. They obviously hadn't been...
It was spooky. When Beth asked what came next, all four of them turned to look at Phee. I was not to find out for another month why that was, but it was weird, that's for sure. She looked past them at me, and said "If you guys want to go on like planned, that's fine with me." The girls turned back to look at me. Danni said, "What do you want from us?" I blinked. "I thought it was the other way around. I thought you had questions, and I was supposed to try to answer them." "You...
Danni's eyes were red when they came out of the bathroom, but she was calm again. She didn't look at me. "I think that's probably enough for tonight," Phee said. "No fair!" chimed Beth. "I agree," said Denise. "Hasn't he caused enough trouble?" suggested Phee. "Only for you and Danni," said Frankie. "What's that supposed to mean?" asked Phee, darkly. "Nothing," said Frankie breezily. "But he's ready, and Denise and Beth want to try it." "Why are you so sunny...
I lay in bed. I had used my shorts to clean myself up a little. I could hear the shower running, so I knew Phee was in there. My mind was going a hundred miles an hour and I was actually a little scared about what would happen next. That's because I had no idea what would happen next, and the complete unknown is kind of scary. I kept lying there after the shower stopped, and I heard her moving around in her room. I tried to figure out what to say to her the next time I saw her. Then,...
You wouldn't think that a teenaged boy who was facing five naked teenaged girls would consider himself to have problems. But I did. In fact, I had several problems. First, I was having palpitations of the heart, which was pounding and dancing in my chest, making me worry that I might set some kind of record for being the youngest person in the world to have a heart attack. Second, they had stipulated that, if they were going to be naked, I had to be naked too. They had also demanded that I...
I waited for something to happen until I finally fell asleep, lying on my bed. I had even put on "the shorts" in anticipation. What woke me up was someone turning my reading light off. But my eyes had been closed, so when I opened them, they were adjusted to the dark, and I could see two forms hovering over me in the dark. They were female forms, because they both had long hair. "Shhhh," came off of Phee's tongue and lips. Hands found my shorts in the dark. I lifted my hips to...
There are good reasons why they don't let you have a driver's license until you're sixteen. Your judgment is flawed before that. Actually, they hope your judgment isn't still flawed, when you turn sixteen. There's more and more science that suggests young people should not be allowed to make serious decisions until they're in their early twenties. But of course that would never do. There would be an uprising of all those young people if they were required to wait until they had a whole...
I'm not a poet or anything, but some things that happen in your life make you think in poetic terms. When Danni sank down on me and my penis dug deep into her belly, it was like she painted the room in splashes and wide swaths of astonishment. Not the least of those who were drenched with that paint was me. "Ohhh shit," she grunted, as I felt the tip of my cock hit something hard inside her, just like was in Phee. The pressure around my cock was even tighter than Phee had been. It was, in...
When I was in Mr. Killeshan's English class, we read a lot of stuff. I don't remember any of it except the poem by Robert Burns titled, "To a mouse". There's more in the title than that, but I can't remember it, except it has "plow" in it. It's pretty long, but I remember this one line really well. It was: "The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley." It's English, though there are a bunch of words like "agley" that none of us could understand. Mr. Killeshan...
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I say I had just bought a ranch, but of course there was still the paperwork to do, and the loan for me to get, but Jake said he had faith in me to get my part done. His answer to a real estate contract was to scrawl on a piece of paper: "I, Jake Franklin Peters, sell my ranch, located eight miles west of Simfoo, California, to Thutmose Charles Robinson for $500,000.00, to be paid in one lump sum by the bank of his choosing." Then he drew four lines; two for us to sign on, and two for the...
Frankie only stayed three days. She said she had a job that she'd taken on contract before she knew I was back, and she had to go do it. I suggested I needed the rest, and she smiled happily, patting her tummy. I actually got hard in my pants. That's what she did to me. "Call your sister!" she yelled as she got in her rental to go back to the airport. "I will," I said. "She's the only one that will talk to you right now," she yelled. "Why?" "Because you didn't call any of us...
It had gotten over much too quickly, of course. And not just because I got sex every night I was there. It was great seeing everybody. I hadn't realized how lonely I'd been. Being in the military is strange in a way non-vets can't possibly understand. You live elbow to elbow with strangers, and yet you depend on each other for your lives. Intense friendships are born, but then the friends are sent to different parts of the world from each other. There is no permanency in the relationships....
They all changed into jeans and T shirts, with the exception of Frankie, who was already dressed that way. They used my room to change, and a couple of times I saw Jake look longingly at my door. I knew he was imagining being in there and watching as good looking young bodies were bared, and then reclothed. I grinned. He needed to be careful what he was wishing for. I wouldn't put it past Frankie to actually give him a tumble. As to how he might actually react to that, her present condition...
When Danni and Denise got back, there was general horseplay going on in the stock tank. No soft parts had been stroked yet. Not in the sense Frankie had been talking about. Or maybe they had. All three girls had tackled both of us men, trying to dunk us and such. And in situations like that, a man's hands might accidentally touch something soft. Same for the ladies, for that matter. But it was all still just play, though Beth did sneak a pretty good kiss while Phee and Frankie double teamed...
It was a lazy day. The work was done, and they'd already seen the sights. It was too cold to go swimming without working up a sweat first, which nobody was interested in doing. At the same time, it was a beautiful SoCal day. College girls are full of energy anyway, and used to there being a full schedule of things to do. So it wasn't odd that they were a little restive. Denise asked Jake for a blanket, and a direction to walk in that might yield "something pretty to look at." Beth said...
I went back to school, and wrote a lot of emails. Phee called me fairly regularly, and the other girls called too. To be honest, they talked to Jake as much as they talked to me. That was a lot, in both cases, but it was fair to say he had actually entered their circle of friends. In an odd sort of way, he really was one of the girls. I was not to find out until years later that every time Frankie called him, the first thing she asked was, "How's your soft parts?" We worked on the house...
Looking back on it, it would have been obvious to a blind man that Danni would show up too. I mean four of the five were already there. And under circumstances that suggested they might live there together for some time. And they had even told me there was "a plan". Of course I thought that plan was short termed, and ended when I joined the Marines. I was wrong. I found out about the plan not from Phee, who I was closer to than any of them. And who, let me just mention, was the actual...
My sister and my cousin stayed in contact after that Thanksgiving holiday, and among other things, I was a frequent topic of conversation. That sounds pretty harmless, at least to a guy, but guys don’t understand the nuances of what I just said. One of the female social patterns men don’t pay much attention to is the one where two women talk about one man in particular. For a guy, it’s relatively simple. If two guys are talking about a particular girl, the conversation might very well go...
That was the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back. It convinced me to call a halt to things before something bad happened, and I flatly refused to do anything else while I was home on break. Unfortunately, as I was to discover in the not-so-distant future, it convinced both girls to take other actions they’d discussed. Lori begged for a while, to the point that I told Mom and Dad I needed to go back to school a couple of days early to “get ready for my next semester.” That was...
It was easy, as it turned out. Lori’s pubic hair was curly and fairly stiff. Once I’d lathered her up and tried an experimental swipe at the top of her nest, the skin was exposed cleanly. I had to rinse the razor out a lot, but I’d brought a bowl of warm water to do that in, so it was no big deal. She strained to lift her head in the beginning, to try to watch. Cassie eventually stuffed a pillow under her head, but after a while she closed her eyes. “That feels... interesting,” she...
We had breakfast, during which time I tried to explain how I felt about all this. It was like talking to a brick wall. Lori’s response was, “We’re just having a little fun, Bobby. Don’t take things so seriously.” I insisted on going out and drove them around town, showing them this and that. It was silly because I knew they weren’t interested in where the Sonic drive in was, or the ATM I used. For most of it they just nattered on like girls do. Cassie did tell me to stop at Walgreens, saying...
The last line of the last chapter is what they call a cliffhanger. I used it just to get you to move to the next chapter but it isn’t really accurate. Not really. I didn’t really have a “world of trouble.” My parents brought Lori to Lawrence in late August, a week and a half before school started. They stayed long enough to help her take things in from the back of the car and take us both out to dinner at a Steakhouse in town students work at but don’t eat at because it’s pricey. Really...
When you're a teenager, and a beautiful older woman says she's had some sexual fantasies about you, it's sort of a big deal. I realized I had stopped breathing when I kind of leaned, and almost fell off the couch. I was lightheaded, but I could focus enough to keep from falling on my face. Her hands were suddenly on my shoulders, stabilizing me. "I told you it was complicated," she said softly. "That's not complicated," I said. "That's just crazy." I was thinking about how...
Ronnie had taught me how complicated life can be. That was good, because my life got more complicated. It wasn't that birthday kiss. Not really. At least I don't think it was the kiss. I had been looking forward to going off to college. I had an acceptance letter from K-State. I had been accepted into the engineering program. It was a five year program, so maybe that's part of what complicated things. And I had been looking forward to the girls at college. Except I was pretty sure that...
Not to put too fine a point on it, let’s say that when it came to having sex with Lori, we didn’t just jump right in. Things can be incomprehensible sometimes. Such as, say, when your sister confesses that, when she was fourteen, she had this fantasy about her big brother coming into her room in the middle of the night, and crawling into bed with her. I was naked in this fantasy, as was she, and I kept asking if she was awake. She was, but didn’t want to admit it for some reason. And when my...
One reason I’ve told this story is because it’s instructive in articulating the point that we often make life harder than it needs to be. Case in point: When Cassie finally did confront her parents and confess that she’d fallen in love with her cousin, her mother’s response was, “Well, you always did have a terrible crush on him. I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised.” “I did not!” said Cassie, who made life harder on herself than it needed to be by saying what she thought she should...
My wife and I were taking a late summer camping trip to the national forest in the Northwest and after a few days of hiking we broke it up with a night at a motel that was used mostly as a camp for summer students working on government contracts for fish and wildlife or forestry. We met the owners, a likeable, good looking, couple in their fifties named Jack and Colleen at check in, had a shower and a game of mattress tag before sacking out. Next morning after breakfast we headed out for a tour...
Hi readers, this is RAHAMATHULLAH from Coimbatore. I am a regular reader of ISS stories. Please send me comments about the story. Thank you for reading my experience – I want to share my most awaited sexual experience with a 39 year old neighbor. It happened almost 1 years before, when I am doing my masters degree. That time I am doing my masters degree at Chennai. I use to come to kovai for every college vacation and festivals. I use to have my own room in my house just at entrance of my...
The easily distracted professor was busy examining the various crystal structures that he failed to notice several pale skinned beauties emerging from the dark recesses of the town. They ignored his assistant, Harmony, because her body was built the same as theirs. The mad ones were interested in the professor. He was different, bigger, stronger, just different, and that by itself was enough to intrigue them. They snuck down streets to where the couple was standing, and by the time, Byron and...
Since Zophia and I were living together again, we were to keep our own checking accounts, and we would have a common one for house bills. Somehow, she she forgot about her own account, and put her direct deposit into the common one. I gave up and closed my old account. It was my self appointed task to pay the bills. Zophia could also have easily done that too, but I wrestled it away from her grasp. Of the two of us, I’m the cheaper pollock. My parents came through the depression on the low...
I awake full of excitement. Morning glory pitching a tent under the duvet that any scout would be proud of. My hand gripping my cock it takes all my willpower to wait just a few more hours. Today is the day I finally get to meet Emma. After 2 years of talking with her every day I have finally persuaded her to meet in person. I can't wait to see her for the first time. I know what she looks like because we have talked on Skype several times but I have no idea what to expect from the rest of her...
This is one of those stories that no one will ever believe. And it all starts with a Christmas party for my workplace. I’ll start at the beginning. My name is Chris, I’m 21 years old, blonde hair, blue eyes and a decent 6 foot figure. I’m no athlete but I keep myself fit. For the past 6 years, I have worked in a DVD rental store. Yeah, they still exist. It’s a small business, and there’s only about 10 people altogether that work here. We’re pretty much a family. I’m the assistant manager...
VignetteShe awoke from a deep sleep, her face pressed into the pillow. She could hear his steps even as she struggled to the surface of her dreams. She rolled over to her side. The shifted position made her breasts ache as the gravity pulled their weight down With a shiver she reached for the throw, to pull it tightly around her neck. Through her heavy lidded eyes she saw nothing but felt his presence beside her, gently tugging at the cover. He pulled down a corner, just enough to expose...
I’ve always been a Nice Guy. You know, the kind women trust to tell about their boyfriend problems, but doesn’t get to be the boyfriend to those same women ‘cause I’m “too sweet” for them. I’ve had my fair share of girls, but the kind that drive me nuts would be just out of my reach for not being their “type” — which to me seemed to mean assholes, judging from the guys who got to fuck them. A prime example was this girl Kristin. She was a Punker/Rockabilly type chick who used to work at a local...
One morning, my girlfriend (Rachel)and I were asleep, her mother had a friend (Julie) over for breakfast and to catch up. I had met Julie before, the last time she had come over a long time ago while I was there with Rachel. Everyone now and then for foreplay either Rachel or I would tell a sexy story/fantasy to the other involving us for something different and they often involved another person. This particular morning Rachel and I had slept in, I rolled over with my hard morning wood and...
Early that chilly morning, Kevin Hamm decided to check his video message app while waiting on the bus for work. The six-foot-one-inch, solid husky built brown-skinned brother went brick hard as he watched the vixen on the screen shake her round and ample bubble butt. The angelic voice called out, “Don’t you just love this tight pretty juicy ass, Daddy Superman? It’s all yours. Bend me over and fuck me deep just like a real bitch! Your little naughty bitch. All yours.”Kevin sent back a text...
“Well, I hope you don’t have any crazy idea that we’re going to be one and done,” she said.Since my dick was hard again, I didn’t have any crazy idea like that.----“Roll over!” I said. “On your stomach.”Eva gave me a funny look and scrunched up her eyebrows. “Why?” she asked.“I’ll rub your back,” I said. “And I want to play with your ass.”“I hope you’re not going to try to stick your fist up there!” she almost shouted.We both laughed, and I told her no, but she had a sweet ass and I wanted to...
InterracialShower time with Daddy I want to be your Daddy's girl that you love more than anyone else in the world. I want to walk around the house in short cheerleading shorts with a tight small undershirt on with no bra on. I am sitting Indian style on the floor of the living room texting friends on my phone but when you get up and walk by to go to your room I will pull the fabric covering my pretty pink pussy to the side and show daddy a little bit of his naughty girl. I am so excited that my Daddy saw...
After sleeping quite well, with my beautiful naked sister next to me, I realized it was morning. Caroline had her hand on my chest and was moving it toward the danger zone. “Is that for me, big brother?” she smirked. “I have one of those, every morning, Sis. Only now it stays pretty much like that all day, especially with you by my side. “Well, Wichie. Do you want to play Where’s Wichie?” “I can’t wait to find out how to play that, Caroline!” “Like this.” She took my ‘wood’ and stroked...
So liebe Freunde. Neugierig geworden wie es mit Kristina weitergeht?Viel Spaß beim Lesen.Spielschulden Teil 2Kristina erwachte erst am frühen Nachmittag. Sofort war sie mit Ihren Gedanken wieder beim gestrigen Abend. Sie verstand immer noch nicht, wie ihre Vergewaltigung, denn etwas anderes war es ja eigentlich nicht, sie so geil machen konnte. Immer wieder musste sie an den Chef der Bande, Peter Wegner, denken. Von Beginn an hatte er eine fesselnde Einwirkung auf sie gehabt. Die Art, wie er...
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The Stalker – Part 3 I don’t think I’ve spent many happier mornings at work. I slump unseen behind the ‘privacy screen’ at my workstation and although my computer screen flickers before me, all my eyes can see is his pulsing, trapped cock standing exposed in the morning light. Sliding down in my seat, I replay my morning’s adventure; the weight of his cock on my tongue, the touch of his pubic hair against my skin, the saltiness of his precum dancing around my saliva soaked mouth.Somehow my...
MasturbationI’ve just got back from dads house and I had a wonderful time. Even though it was Fathers Day, you would have thought it was my weekend the way he treated me, he’s such an old softy my dad.I got there Friday night and he could tell straight away that I’d been crying on the way over. He didn’t say anything, he just pulled me to him and cuddled me, you know, one of those cuddles where you can smell all his lovely daddy smells, you feel right back at home and as safe as houses.He took me by...
Eddie Michaels slowly opened his eyes as the bright ray of the sun shining through the gap between his windowsill and into his brown eyes. He gently rubbed his eyes and with his eyes half-open, he moved his hand around the area of his bed as he searched for his watch. He found the watch near the top left hand side of his head. He squinted his eyes to see that it was already 2.36 pm. Eddie gave a slight moan of “not-another-day-again” and closed his eyes back. Thanks to the sun’s shining ray...
Non-EroticRosie Devlin was a transfer from one of those swamp states - Mississippi, Louisiana, someplace. Her father got sick of big city life and I guess wanted to live off the land or some kind of macho bullshit like that. SO they moved up here and bought a few acres and he was trying to make a go of it as some kind of gentleman farmer. Why he picked this region, way the hell up here I didn't know, nor did I ever find out. Rosie breezed into the school during the second semester of the 1960-61...
Read first to parts for this to make sense. As I drove home to my wife, it dawned on me that she may be ready for sex, expecting me to be horny from licking her mom, and assuming I obeyed the rules and just helped her mom and headed home. So I started to get nervous at the thought of not being able to perform again after just cumming twice, and didn't want to arouse her suspicion. But as I continued to drive, and think back on her mom's incredible blow job, I felt myself harden. And I knew I...
Volunteers by BobH (c) 2012 - 1 - "That's it, that's very good, Carl," said Mrs Crawford, as if helping her husband out of the armchair and into his wheelchair was some sort of achievement. But then she offered the same praise and encouragement every time I did anything for the old guy. "Such a sweet boy!" said another voice. I glanced up to see Miss Cooper smiling up at me from her own wheelchair, having just returned from a leisurely...
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TeenSince I now had my foot in the door with both MD and Northrop, I needed to show them what I could do. Northrop is the biggest challenge simply because of how few and what projects they have on the go. They recently stopped selling the F-5 light fighter. The YF-23 ends up a failure. That only left the F-18, and there is no need to upgrade it yet. That left me trying to convince them to reopen the F-5 project. It isn’t something they want to do since they just finished failing in their...