Dinner Guest
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As the summer heated up, many days were too hot to enjoy sitting under the tree in the shade. If there was no breeze, it was miserable. Still though, Haley would come knock on my door, I would open it, she'd look at me with those big brown eyes, and I'd invite her in.
It was almost a ritual, a regular litany. I'd look at her and ask, "Did you tell your mom?"
"Yes, I did," she'd say, smiling sweetly.
And then she'd come in, and we watched TV together. Occasionally, we would play a board game. In July, she came in, looked at me, looked back at the chessboard on my bookcase, and said, "Mister Bill, d'ya think you can teach me chess?"
"I can teach you the basics," I said. "Like, where are you headed with learning chess?"
She gave me one of her little smiles. "Well," she said, "sometimes when mom asked me what I do over here, I can tell 'er you're teaching me how to play chess."
"Well, sweetie," I said, "you could tell her that even though you weren't learning how to play chess."
Her next statement told me a little bit more about how she thought about things. "Well, first, I don't want to lie. Second, suppose they asked me questions about chess. And third, I like it when you teach me things." Sweet smile. But exactly HOW innocent?
So that particular evening, I showed her the basics of chess. She's a quick study. She learned how to set the board up, the basic moves, and then we started playing, just so she could fix the ideas in her mind.
After that, on the occasional evening when we were outside under the tree it wasn't unusual to see the chessboard on the little table between us. It was just another thing that solidified the picture of Haley hanging around with me. Still, it was all perfectly innocent. As far as I was concerned, anyway.
Since that first little episode when she and I talked about sex and what she knew and what was gonna be proper and improper, she had avoided the subject. I think that after our original discussion, she realized that sex was gonna drive a wedge in our relationship. It was apparent to me that Haley wanted the relationship.
It was always a bunch of little things, you know. On the weekend, if she was in the yard and I was getting ready to go somewhere, for instance, the hardware store, to buy groceries, whatever, I'd invite her along for the ride. Just about every Saturday was yard cutting day. I had a riding lawnmower that I used for most of the yard. After I mowed the majority of the yard, then I had to resort to other tools to do the trimming. It became the norm for Haley to take over the riding lawnmower, leaving me to do the trimming, and between the two of us a three-hour job was cut to less than half.
One of the upsides to that was that it gave me an excuse to slip her a little bit of money so she'd have a little spending money on her own. I got a better excuse one weekend late in July. I saw her outside Saturday morning, and I said, "Haley, you wanna help me paint?"
"Sure!"
"Then go put on some old clothes," I said. "You're liable to get paint on the ones you're wearing."
She grinned and took off into her house. She came back wearing an old oversize T-shirt and a pair of jeans that were maybe just a little bit too tight. She looked at me. "Will this work?"
I looked at her and I smiled. She had that 'adorable ragamuffin' thing down pat. We really did paint a bedroom. At the end of the day, she went home with dabs of paint on her arms, on the T-shirt, on the jeans, and on the do-rag we'd tied over her shiny, short brown hair. Not visible was the forty dollars in her back pocket.
The end of August brought the beginning of the school year. I remember when I was Haley's age, how I used to look at the end of the summer with a mix of dread and anticipation. Naturally Haley and I talked about it at some length.
"So, this'll be your first year of middle school, won't it?" I asked.
"No," Haley said. "That was last year. This year I'm in the seventh grade."
"Oh, okay," I said. "Don't know why I thought you were in the sixth grade. I guess it's because you're twelve."
"My birthday is the first week of September," she said.
"So what you want for your birthday?" I asked.
When she thought about this, her face saddened. "What I want and what I get are two different things. Steve hasn't been working a lot of hours. Money is tight. So I don't expect much."
"Do you think Mom and Steve would be upset if I got you a little something?"
The sadness left her face, replaced by a smile. "I don't think they would," she said. "You'd do that for me? I mean, I'm not your kid."
"Haley," I said, "friends can do that. I mean, who's going to complain? Deena's not. She gets plenty of things. I don't have another girlfriend to buy things for."
You know, I didn't realize what I'd said. I was just talking. Haley, though, must've been paying more attention.
"Uh, Mister Bill, d'ya know you just called me your girlfriend?" The expression on her face was a satisfied combination of a smile and a smirk.
"You know what I mean," I said. I was thinking, though, that once you say words, you can't take 'em back.
My statement didn't change her expression. "Yes, I know what you mean." And she kept smiling.
Three days into the beginning of her school year, Haley came over, carrying her backpack. "Mister Bill," she said, "you're an engineer. I know, you know all about numbers an' calculations an' stuff like that. Mom an' Steve can't help me with math. You wanna help me?"
"You know I will, baby," I said. "D'you mind if we talk to your mom first?"
She looked at me quizzically. "Do ya think we really need to talk about this to her? I mean, it's just like any other visit."
"No, baby," I said. "All those other visits, they're just for fun. Or like when you help me paint. This is for your school. I want to make sure that your mom and Steve know that I'm helping you with your school work. That makes it a little bit different."
She took a few seconds to think about it, and then said, "Then come on, let's go talk to 'em." She stood up, leaving her books on the table.
"Okay, let's go." We walked out of my house, across the yards, and I stood outside the door when Haley walked into her house. I heard her call from inside the house, "Come on in, Mister Bill!"
Steve and Marie were sitting on the sofa in the den watching TV. Steve stood up to shake my hand. "Hey, buddy, how's things going?"
"Working myself to an early grave," I laughed. "How about yourself?"
"Well, looks like work gettin' ready to pick up. I hope so. We could sure use the money." He paused. "Haley says you need to talk to us?"
"Yeah," I said. "She asked me if I'd help her out with her school work. Math mostly. I told her that I didn't mind doing that but I wanted to make sure that you and Marie knew what was going on."
"Bill," Marie said, "she showed us some of the things she had to work on, an' I KNOW I'M not going to be able to help her. Steve looked at it and he said it's gonna be tough for him. So if you want to help, we cain't tell you how much we appreciate it."
"Then that's what we'll do," I said. "We'll either be sitting at the table in my dining room, in my office, or in the middle of the living room floor with our legs crossed. You guys are free to come over anytime. The door won't be locked."
Marie laughed. "Gee, Bill, you act like we're checking up on you. That's just plumb silly. Now, Haley, do you have work you need help with tonight?" Marie asked.
"Yes, ma'am," Haley said. "I left my books over at Mister Bill's house. I told 'im that y'all wouldn't have a problem with him helping me."
"Yeah," I laughed. "But the last thing I wanted was irate parents busting into my house thinking I was molesting their daughter."
Marie and Steve both laughed. "Y'all go do her schoolwork."
"Okay, Mom," Haley said. And she grabbed my hand and tugged me towards the door. She didn't realize until we got outside that she was holding me by the hand. Her eyes flashed at me above a grin. "Oops!" She said with a giggle. "Kinda lost my head, didn't I?"
"Uh-huh," I said. "That's the kind of thing that's gonna get me shot."
More giggles.
"Yeah, you giggle now. Let's see how you giggle we get into this math!" We were in the house. I looked at her. "So where? Dining room, or my office?"
"Dining room," she said. She took her math book out, and a notebook, and a couple printed pages. "You can look at this stuff. I'm gonna fix us something to drink."
"Okay," I said, "nothing with caffeine. It's a little late in the day and I don't wanna mess with our sleep. Especially yours."
She set our drinks in front of us, sat down, and we got into the lesson. It was pretty basic stuff for a degreed engineer, but I remember being terrorized by the same thing when I was in the seventh grade. I worked with her. I explained principles. I showed her equivalent problems, much simplified so that she understood the reasons why things were done instead of just taking a cookbook approach. "Baby," I said, "it's a whole lot better to understand the principles than it is to learn just the steps to solve one particular type of problem. That way if the problem you're working on is not exactly the same as the previous problems that you learned, you'll be able to figure it out."
She nodded enthusiastically. "You know," she said, "none of my teachers ever explained it like that."
"Yes, little one," I answered. "You have to understand that your teacher is teaching a whole classroom full of kids, and some of them are very smart, and some of them may have trouble getting these things. I just have one student. You. And I know how smart you are. So we can take time to do it right."
"Mister Bill," Haley questioned, "D'you think I'm smart?"
I knew the answer to that. I've been talking with his little girl all summer. I knew that she was a good reader. I knew she had a vocabulary way above the normal twelve-year-old. I knew that she took a logical approach to problem solving. She thought about things. "Yes, Miss Haley, as a matter of fact I DO think you're smart."
She looked at me and smiled.
"Now, let me ask you something," I said. "What kind of grades did you make in school last year?"
She looked at me. I could tell she was thinking. Not only that, I can tell she knew the answer to the question. The little thing was trying to figure out how best to frame it. "Uh, ... Mostly C's, but I had some B's, an' I had an A in spelling." She looked at my eyes to see how I was taking that news.
"Now, be honest, Haley," I said. "Did you really try very hard? Or did you figure out that you didn't have to try real hard because Mom and Steve were happy enough to see you making C's and B's?"
She cast her eyes downward.
"Uh-huh, I caught you, didn't I?!?"
She looked at me with a mischievous smile. "How'd you know that, Mister Bill?"
"Because I've been talking with you all summer, and the little brown-haired girl I talked to does NOT have a 'B and C' mind. Now," I said, "what you need to figure out is if YOU are gonna be satisfied with B's and C's."
"Mister Bill, I did sort of try in math. The teacher didn't do a very good job of explaining it. Not like you just did. But Mom and Steve, they was happy enough with my report card like it was."
"I can believe that," I said. "Parents of normal kids would be tickled to see that kind of report card. And if you kept going like that, you're sure to graduate from high school right in the middle of the thundering herd. Just another face in the crowd. Me, I think that's kinda like putting a racing engine in the car you drive back and forth to the grocery store. A lot of potential, but it never gets used. You have to decide, do you want to be the floor manager at Walmart, or you do set your goals a little higher than that?"
She didn't exactly look dejected, but I knew I was pressing on her a bit. "I know, Mister Bill. You're right." She fixed me with those bright brown eyes. "There's never been anybody around that I really wanted to impress. I guess it's easy enough just to get by. I can stay in the middle of the class. I didn't have to work very hard. And nobody gave me a hard time."
Now I was walking a narrow line. I mean, if I pushed too hard and she didn't want to be pushed, all she had to do was pull back and just stay away. I couldn't force her into something that she didn't want to do. All I could do was hope that she wanted to stretch out a little bit and use what she had.
"Well, Haley," I said, "this is all up to you. I mean, you can come over here for help when you get in a bind, and I'll help you. But if you want, we can do it a little bit harder, not just math, and we can watch my Haley shine."
I was happy to see when she turned her face up at me that she was smiling that little half smile. "YOUR Haley?" Her smile broadened. "Uh, first you call me a girlfriend," she giggled. "And now you call me YOUR Haley."
Okay, I got a little flustered. "Uh, I meant you were MY student."
"Okay. If you say so." Her eyes didn't look real convinced.
I watched her work the remainder of her math homework and saw that once she embraced the principles, the problems were purely mechanical. She opened up her other books and showed me where she was in the other subjects.
I told her, "Language is almost like math, with rules and structure. I can show you the principles in science. But it's not the same as math, it's a matter of what the teacher wants out of class. But literature is different. And in social studies, we'll just have to read over what you're studying and talk about it and make sure that you can keep it in your head. A lot of that's just gonna be a memory exercise. You've got a sharp mind so all you have to do is discipline yourself. And I think we'll see the difference."
I looked. The clock said seven-thirty. I sighed and said, "I guess it's time for you to go home."
She started picking up her books.
"So," I asked, "do I get the job as your tutor?", as we were walking to the front door.
I started to open the front door to let her out.
"Wait!" She said. And then she surprised me, tiptoeing up to kiss me on the cheek. "You get the job," she smiled. As I watched her walk across the yard to her old house, a million thoughts were going through my head.
So that was another step in the journey. In addition to the previous somewhat random encounters that Haley and I enjoyed, now we were together doing homework several nights a week. That is, the nights that I didn't have to work late or I wasn't out of town. Previous to acquiring my new status as Haley's tutor, I answered to no one as far as my comings and goings, like when I was working late.
Now, if I found out I was going to work late, I had to make a phone call. Haley needed to know. Otherwise, it wasn't uncommon for me to pull into my driveway and by the time I got out of my car, to see Haley headed across the lawn, backpack purposely slung over her shoulder, and usually smiling.
We fixed that into a routine too. Some days when I came in, I was a little bit sweaty, kind of rank, that being a fact of life. A lot of my work was indoors, in air-conditioned surroundings, but there was a goodly portion that wasn't. My white collar had a definite bluish tinge to it.
I remember the first time that became an issue. I'd had one of those days. Yes, it was early autumn, but along the Gulf Coast that meant that the afternoon temperatures were only in the low nineties. I'd been outside most of the day. I had sweated, and dried off under my air-conditioning. That meant I was dry, not that I smelled good. So when I sat down beside Haley to look at her work, she looked at me.
Her nose wrinkled.
I caught the expression. "I can't tell, Haley. Do I smell THAT bad?"
"I tried not to say anything," she said. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
"You're not hurting my feelings, baby," I said. "You wanna go home and come back in about forty-five minutes? I'll have a shower."
She fixed me with her eyes. "Why don't you go take your shower. I'll start working on some of this stuff, and save the stuff that I need help on until you get back."
"Okay," I said, "I'll use the bathroom off the master bedroom."
Giggle. "What?!? D'you think I'm gonna go sneak a peek?" Giggle.
I stood up, laughing. "I'm horrified that the thought even crossed your mind, little girl."
I enjoyed the shower. I always did after one of those outside days. After I showered, I took the time to shave, and after that I splashed on a little aftershave. I dressed in baggy shorts and a T-shirt, appropriate for the remainder of the day. It felt so much better to be clean. I walked back into the dining room, and Haley turned to look at me.
"Mmmmm," she said, "I always did like that smell on you."
"You're supposed to be keeping your nose to yourself, little girl," I laughed.
That got me a giggle. "Uh, you weren't keeping your SMELL to yourself while ago, so why are you being all freaky about it now?" Her giggle matched her eyes. She pointed to her homework. "I got a handle on this math stuff," she said, "and now it's kinda like going through the motions. I look at the problem, an' I think about those principles, and the solution is easy."
"What about your other subjects?"
She smiled. "After SOMEBODY got on to me about paying attention, I'm not having any problems. I don't think A's are going to be a problem at all."
"That's great," I said. A thought crossed my mind. "Why don't you call your mom and see if it's okay if I take you out to eat."
Squeal! "I'd LOVE that," she said.
I tossed her my cell phone. She punched up her mom's phone number, and put the phone to her ear.
"Hi, Mom!" Pause. "Yeah, I just finished my homework. Mister Bill wants to know if I can go out to eat with him," Haley chirped. She paused. "Yeah, Mom. I'm sure it'll be someplace close." Pause. "No, Mom. I won't order the most expensive thing on the menu." Pause. "Yes, Mom. I will mind my manners. Thanks, Mom!" Haley looked at me, her eyes twinkling. "So where you taking me?"
I named a little chain restaurant up the road, not too far, and a decent step above fast food. She squealed in agreement "I've eaten there one time," she said.
"Okay, then," I said. "This'll make twice. Let's go." I followed her out to the car. Twelve years old, okay, a week shy of thirteen now, and when she was happy, she couldn't resist a skip. I clicked my keyfob to unlock the doors. She slid into the passenger seat and buckled up. By the time I got buckled in and got the car started, she was turned toward me, a big smile on her face. This was the first time that I'd taken her to a restaurant that didn't have a cartoon character as a mascot. Up to this point it was strictly fast food.
We went inside, had a good meal, and then I brought her home. We went back in the house so she could retrieve her books to go home. She called me at the door again. Another little kiss, this one a little farther forward on my cheek. She was getting dangerously close to kissing me on the lips. I watched her going across the yard to her house again, shaking my head.
A week later was her birthday. It wasn't much of a party. I was invited, as were an aunt, an uncle, a handful of cousins who showed up. I was surprised to see nobody from school. She had a birthday cake and a few presents. They sang 'Happy Birthday' and that was pretty much the party. Haley was thirteen.
I pulled Marie off to the side. "Marie, Haley helped me around the house and around the yard all summer. I slipped her a few dollars, but it's worth more than that to me. Would you mind if I took her to the mall and let her get a couple of outfits or something?"
"Oh, no, Bill," she said. "Steve an' me are just get'n caught up on bills again since he started working more hours. Money's tight, or we'd have bought her more stuff. I know she'll appreciate it."
"Tomorrow after school okay?" I asked.
"Sure, any time you feel like it," Marie said, smiling. "You gotta know how much Steve an' I appreciate your help'n with her school. She sure acts more comfortable about it. It really shows."
"Uh, Marie, she's an easy kid to work with. I wouldn't do it, except she is smart and she's really caring about her work."
We walked back into the living room. When I got a chance, I whispered in Haley's ear, "after school tomorrow, I'm taking you to the mall to get some things."
She looked at me and smiled.
"We can call that my birthday present to you."
I shook hands with the adults and left to go to my own house. I had just kicked my shoes off and was sitting in my recliner, wiggling my toes when I heard a knock on the door. I got up reluctantly and went to the door. I looked through the peep hole and saw Haley's face. I unlocked the door and let her in.
"Mister Bill," she said, "you told Mom that you wanted to take me to the mall and buy stuff?"
"Yeah, Haley," I admitted. "Did I do something wrong?"
Her face was soft, her eyes sparkling happily. "Oh, no," she sighed. "You know, you're always so nice to me. I got to go home now." She hooked a hand behind my head, tugging me downward. This time, the kiss was on the corner of my mouth. She smiled as she was leaving. I stood on the porch watching her cross back to her house.
The next day she heard me pull into the driveway. She was there beside me as I got out of the car. "Haley, I really need to take a shower and change clothes. It's been another one of those days."
I assumed she would receive this information and go back to her home and wait. She didn't. She followed me into the house.
"I'll just sit here watch TV if you don't mind, Mister Bill." The way she looked at me, I could tell that she didn't expect me to say no.
So I didn't say 'no'. I simply went into the bedroom, closed the door, and went through the ritual of bathing, shaving, and then dressing informally. I went back out into the living room, carrying a clean pair of socks and a pair of athletic shoes. She watched as I put my socks and shoes on.
"Anxious, are we?" I smiled.
"Yes sir. Sort of. You know, I like going places with you. I mean, I love my mom, and my little brother, an' even Steve. I really do. But when we all go places together, it's pure turmoil. I mean, Stevie Junior's just a little bit spoiled. Not that we go to restaurants very often, but he makes it miserable. So I'm looking forward to going to the mall with you."
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It's been a long day. Started off badly with oversleeping my alarm. I missed my bus. Extra money I had to spend on a cab. I was late for work. Again. Received a call from my on again off again boyfriend. More off lately now that I think about. Maybe I shouldn't be mad that he's found his soul mate and is getting married. But who does that leave me to fuck? I think I'll treat myself to chinese at the new place I keep hearing about. As I walk in the door I can't help noticing the guy behind the...
InterracialI looked at my watch, it was 15 minutes past midnight. I didn't quite know what woke me up. I looked around the room. All the girls were sleeping. A soft knock on the door made me aware of the reason for the wake-up night. I was wearing only skimpy panties, so I put on a bathrobe and walked quietly to the door. When I opened it, I saw my tutor, a bilogi teacher, who was about to knock on the door. When she saw me, she did not hide the joy that it was me who opened her door.- Could you come to...
Greetings to all ISS readers for their boldness & innovations. Thanks for posting such taboo breaking stories. This story tells us about truth of our lives. We Indians seem to hypocrite when we talk about Sex still we have 1.2 Billion populations!! Fact is beneath our high moral values we are as lusty as western world is. That what prompted me put a true story of lust & desire in front of you. We It happened one year back & changed our lives. Let me tell you about my self. I am a happily...
“I guess it’s here. What a beautiful house! I hope they’re nice people.”Lily was a 22 years old woman looking for a job. She never liked to study so she had to do various little jobs to live. A few days ago, she saw an ad for a job of maid and decided to give it a try. After she called, a rendezvous was set and so here she is. She was pretty confident for this interview and as usual, made sure that her looks would get her the job. She had long blond hair, turquoise eyes, a little nose and the...
Dr. J Original story by treecatt My best friend Ron married an attractive local girl named TJ a couple of years ago. Her name is short for Tina Jean but she has gone by TJ as long as I've known her. She is a petite woman, a little over 5 feet tall with narrow shoulders and slim arms. In my opinion her best feature is her bubble butt. Her body is well-toned with a pale, creamy complexion. I asked TJ to stop by today on her way home from work to pick up some tools Ron needs this...
After elementary school we sort of grew distant. But when we started high school our friendship rekindled. Junior high had changed her a lot. She was pretty much a slut now. And worst of all she smoked. I hated smokers. My mom was one and she was always sick. When ever I was around her I had an erection. I always hid it with a hoodie. She always flirted with me, but I knew she would never go for me. One day I found her standing in the middle of an alleyway. I had been thinking about...
The following morning the team selected by Roxanne, including me, assembled before the gate we’d made to secretly portal us onto Nansack. We were all armed to the teeth and although outwardly calm, it was clear mentally that many of us were extremely nervous. “Ready when you are ... no rush,” chuckled Roxanne at Seer Melanie who was going over the various glyphs and sigils on the arch we were using. “You want to do it?” Melanie asked with a grin. “Hell no! The likes of Morgana and Simon...
I guess the best place to start is the beginning. I was very sexual at a very young age earlier than most. A few of my friends were older so I could always borrow dirty magazines off them and I for some reason loved pantyhose .I stole a pair of my mom’s knee highs and wore them under my socks , they felt great and I felt a mixture of sexual but also of shame . As curious boys will do we began to find ourselves in some sticky situations. I remember a friend of mine who I stayed over at his place...
julia had been giving me looks all day. I picked up on these and played it cool by walking past her. This mustve frustrated her sumwhat as by lunchtime she was looking so frustrated. Later on when i was sitting in the common room by myself she walked in and locked the door which didnt come as much of a shock because i sort of figured what she ha planned. Now I know i aint the hottest guy in school but i definetely aint the ugliest and with my decent sized 8 inch cock i felt at ease...
It was a beautiful December day, cold enough to make you want stay home…and play games just before the holidays. So, right after the wife left, Greg and I started our little fun time. I gave him complete control to direct and put in place any scenario he thought would lead us to a great orgasm. “I want you to do your best,” I said taking off my bathrobe and revealing my hard-on, “show me what you can come up with!” Greg was already naked as he is always when my wife is out of the house. He...
Chapter 6: A week had passed since the last event. It was a Saturday. That evening, Amy, Trudy, and Anissa went outside. They told the guys that they had some things to do. They all returned after 2 hours. When they were home, they immediately got naked and stood in front of Ryan and Alex. Both were surprised and were staring at their abdomens. Amy, Trudy, and Anissa had inked their abdomen, just above their pussy. Amy had tattooed ‘AR’s Slut’, Trudy had tattooed ‘AR’s Cunt’, and Anissa had...
IncestThis story happened in my aunt's house during the summer. She's the wife of my uncle, and damn she's hot as hell. 5'7, athletic build, great ass and small but round tits (34b). She's blonde and works out a lot.Anyways I was 16 at the time, and my aunt was 30. My dad and my uncle decided to have a guys week out camping, so my aunt was home alone. My mom decided it would be a great idea if we stayed with my aunt for the duration of my dad and her husband's trip. Naturally, I was ecstatic. Being a...
Dean's hand remained between Julia's legs as she pulled the tail of her shirt upward. Though he knew it must be his imagination, he thought he could feel the heat radiating through the material of her shorts, and could almost smell the musky scent of her arousal. When she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor at their feet, Dean drank in the sight of her perfect breasts. With the lights on in the room and her standing so close, he had a perfect view of the firm globes. His hands...
I lay here thinking about the past month. Things only went from bad to worse. My now ex fiancé and I were kicked out of one place, found another only to have are relationship dissolve before my eyes. My name is Jason Porter. I am 5’11, blue eyes, dark dirty blonde hair which I keep buzzed, and an average slim body. For the past 2 years I was with a wonderful girl. Problem was she has 4 girls ages 11, 8, 6, and 5. Her oldest looks like she is 18. The problems started when the 11 year old started...
“What’s up, Rich?” Jack asked turning to look at the man who had just tapped him on the shoulder. “I need to talk to you for a minute,” Rich answered feeling very uncomfortable with the errand his wife had assigned him. He had waited until after Jack had finished eating since the news he had to give him would have made him lose his appetite. “Sure,” Jack said gesturing to the chair across from him. “Why don’t you come down to my house for a little bit? I’ve got some scotch there and we can...
The city slowly faded from the rear-view mirror, as Tim drove up the freeway. "Well off to better days I guess, and only 12 hours till I'm at my new home" he mutters as the city disappears behind the hills. Tim had lived in San Francisco for ten years, moved there on a whim and fell in love with it. He had grown and changed in so many ways. Finding his true love had made his heart soar, and was the happiest he'd been in years. Then it came crashing down, and the heartache set in. His...
Introduction: A young man returns home to a world of horny teenage girls and a life that he thought he had left behind for good. Prologue Coming home wasnt an easy choice for Alan. He hated that after doing so well at his writing career, he had to come back here. North Carolina was supposed to be his past. Now he was standing in front of the same house he had tried so hard to leave. He was angry with himself already. As he pulled his bags out of the trunk, he tried to remember why he was back....
My man, Tim, and I have been together for about one year now. We are both in the artistic field – he with paint and a canvas and me with a camera. He still attends a local art school, while I try to make a living as a wedding photographer and doing my own freelance creative work. Recently, I decided to start photographing nudes for a book I was considering trying to publish on the art of photographing nude subjects. However, I was having a difficult time finding models. Tim told me he would...
Sharmila called me after her daughter went for tutions. She said to me don’t come through the gate. She asked me to jump the boundary wall which was on the other side of our houses. I went outside and checked if anyone was noticing me. When I saw nobody was there as it was already a bit dark, I jumped the boundary wall and entered her house. She had kept open the drawing room door and I entered through it. I checked for her in the drawing room but she wasn’t there and then I went inside the...
Hey again everyone. I was so delighted to see that quite some people appreciated my first post on ISS. It’s just been a day since my last post but I can’t wait to share my experiences. So in my first post I spoke about how I and my sister got into our current relationship. We had always been close but after our experiences (mentioned in the first post) my sister and I became even closer. We started sharing sexual secrets of our friends (this was so much fun). After seeing each other naked, the...
IncestI followed him to the front door, hugged him one more time, and looked him in the eye. “That will never happen again.” He looked at me surprised, confused. “Never,” I repeated, and closed the door.***It was a bad drive to work. I was already late because I'd stayed with her so long, trying to talk her out of her blue mood or crazy thinking or 'whatever.' Then there was a fender bender three cars in front of me coming down the main drag on post. So that made me later. I pulled into the parking...
Wife Lovers(episode 19) This story occurs during the few weeks following The Halloween Party. Anal sex: Secus ani, sexual intercourse in the anus. It was just a few days after Halloween that blonde sexy cool Amber called me on a Friday night and said she wanted to meet me at my place. At the time I was at my fraternity house enjoying a rather large impromptu party but with no immediate sexual liaison planned I was more than willing to leave that party to see Amber. Amber proved to be her typical self by...
I wanted to go home, but I needed to stop by the library first. I had a report due in the morning and I'd been putting it off until the last minute like I always did. I called home, borrowing the phone at the front desk. The girl working there was a high school girl named Lauren and Henry had a big crush on her, but I couldn't ever figure out why. She too tall or thin, or something, and hardly ever said a word anybody could understand. She'd come from Luxemburg, the place in Europe, not...
Thanks to fdkman for editing this story. His help is much appreciated. It had all gone wrong. We had been so happy. I knew when I first met her that she was for me. She was 5' 7" to my 5' 10", slim, with a nice figure (34", 28", 33") with lovely, long legs and a fabulous ass that made me drool when I looked at her. With her shoulder length, auburn hair and her vivacious, friendly personality she was my dream girl. She wasn't the prettiest girl but she was the type of girl that you...
You know, back to the funeral ... Jennifer's mom and dad. I saw them there. They were cordial, as always was the case, and they hugged on Sandy and stood with her between themselves and me during the service. After the graveside service, Jennifer's mom, Glenda Garrett, bent over to speak to Sandy as we were leaving. "Sandy," she said. "We love you, child. We want ... Well, keep in touch." Glenda stood and looked at me, unsmiling, her expression something I couldn't parse. "Dan, we'd...
First day at Center Hill High. After your Aunt who you live with got a new job in the city, it was either move in with your older sister or move to the city. She's a nurse, your Aunt, and works long hours to keep you kept. "Love you, seeya!" You call out, after eating a burito and a sausage egg and cheese sandwhich from the microwave and drinking some OJ. Your bookbag on your back, your dressed in black pants a little short and tight for you, and a red shirt with an old black leather jacket you...
InterracialMy name is Rohit ,age 23 years(name changed),this is a true story that happened to me when i was in my 12th class, at that time i was 18 years, my father was in the Army, so used to be busy and mom was a school teacher, so she to would not be there till the noon .There was this maid and her husband who used to do the household work since ours was a big house with many rooms, The maids name was Manisha, she was dark in color and was a mother of 2 children , she was 34 years of age, i never...
I am a 38 year old guy, chubby with a 7" cock when hard wouldn't really call myself a good looking guy but I have the gift of the gab which means I can pretty much charm my way into a womans panties, I have been married for 3 years although we have been together 7, we have a pretty good sex life, but she has no idea of some of my fantasies, some of which she would not be happy with let alone indulge in.Anyway this story is about the time I walked in on my steps*n wanking, he is 18 now, about...
Some may call it picking the low-hanging fruit, but for me, I prefer to think of it as exploring the bush growing down below...As a man in my early thirties, it's been a trend for my whole sex life so far that all the girls I've been with have been shaved downstairs, and the curiosity was starting to build. I'd seen the memes, I'd even seen the occasional porn movie from the seventies, and I know that the women in the generations before me always had the big muff style going on. I'd never...
MILFI've got a real fetish for panties.and take every opportunity to have some fun with them...I think the more daring is more fun...for about the last year I've been taking the opportunity to have a little fun with the neighbours...shes 70 something..good set of tits..not huge..reasonable shape and still quite fuckable...whenever I get the chance I like to go into the house,have a little rummage through her knickers drawer...if I have the time maybe try them on .even take a few pics ..I also found...
The Thing About Uneven Relationships Belladonna My head jerked as I heard the front door closing while I continued to stir the pot on the stove. I stepped away from the stove for a second, feeling the hem of the skirt of my cap sleeved, floral print, swing dress brushing into my suntan, stocking covered legs as I did so. From the sound of the heels clicking on the wood hallway floor, I knew that my wife had come home. She moved into the kitchen and flashed me a big smile as she...
Note : This story is completely fictional! Let me tell you a story. I live in southern India. I was an orphan and was adopted by Mr.& Mrs.Joseph when I was in the age of 18 before which I was brought up by an orphanage. Rosy joseph and her husband Philip joseph have not been into sexual intercourse since their marriage as my step father Philip was suggested not fit for the sexual intercourse and pleasure giving by a sex doctor. My step mom rosy has not been fucked, till then she was a virgin....
IncestAfter the divorce, I was unsure of what to do. I had my high-paying job, but without my family, and specifically without my daughter, I found no pleasure in the job. I had made my money already, and still had plenty left even after the divorce (thank goodness for prenuptial agreements), so I did not need to worry about having enough money to survive. Ever since I was a young child, I had loved auto racing. I would watch avidly, and I had spent plenty of time in the arcades of the 1980s and...
PART 1It begins...Well, I found out that Anne fucked that professor again. She came to my dorm drunk at 3am, fighting with me, calling me a little bitch and pussy, and she began slapping my face. I won’t even get started on what she was on about. I tried calming her down, but whenever I said anything she just slapped me, or if I tried to stop her from drinking more from her loaded thermos, she pushed me. She said, “I’m going to F*** that professor again. By the way, his cock, is like, way...
The story is by one of his friend Montu Kumar starts around the year-2011-12, around 7-8 years back from the present time. He become friend with me during a fashion show in Delhi.. Where he was the Event Planner for the company which has organised this fashion show.. He has narrated his story to me during our several meetings. This is a story about how he become a Sugar Daddy of Two families Maanvi and Rupali started to give him food every alternate month as he got stomach upset due to...
My sister’s boyfriend Luke Weston was possibly the sexiest dude I’d ever laid eyes on. I rarely found myself hung up on a dude but I’d been hung up on Luke since the day he and my sister met. After a year of dating my sister, he moved into our house and it made the sexual tension I’d been experiencing a million times worse. I didn’t want to continue being a third wheel so I began to look for a new place to live. Immediately after I told them I was looking for my own place, Luke’s attitude...
There seems to be a lot of "Cuckold Rules". Most are written by men and for men. This is a hot wife's list of rules and tips to enhance a hot wife's enjoyment of the cuckold lifestyle.When a hotwife's bull enters enters the home, he immediately becomes the alpha male of the house. As the Hotwife you become his sexual submissive and slave. His sex toy! The husband becomes a eunuch knowing his loving wife will only have sex with the bull this time Tip: deprive your hubby of sex for the entire...
In the kingdom of Pendragon, slavery is a burgeoning industry. Anyone can end up as one if they aren't strong or lucky enough. Slaves can be purchased, sold, and traded legally by anyone with the right business sense and magic. Slaves cannot be freed and are at the mercy of their current owner. Often kept naked to denote their sub-human status, some are cherished pets, some are cheap labor, some are loyal servants, some are sex toys. But quite a few, if capable enough, are purchased by...
FantasyThe sounds of gold coin and precious gems cascading down the piles of wealth echoed through the caverns. s**tha's head rose from her claws, sated slumber broken by the racket. Irritation mounted when the cavern's entrance remained empty. The precious goods slid down the mountain she nested in as she lifted her scaled body and unfolded her wings. "Show yourself, puny thief or wretched knight. I grow tired of your skulking about."s**tha's voice was a booming growl in the quiet. "You won't like it...