The Devils Pact Side Story Mark and Mary Eat at Subway
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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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I joined the British Army at the age of 16. I joined my adult regiment in October 1986, during the last throws of the cold war. My first regiment was based in the UK; however, the regiment was due to move to Germany towards the end of 1987. Before the move I was informed that we were going to deploy to Kenya for three months, we were flying out of the country on the 26th of December. I could not believe it; I travelled quite a bit as a k**, including living in the US and Australia, and whilst...
I was laid back on the sofa stroking my hard cock when I heard " oh danny, sorry I didn't think you'd still be here" it was mr smith back earlier than I thought"oh shit" I cried as I jumped up and scrambled to pull up my white briefs, the rest of my clothes folded on the dining table out of reach"whoa,whoa calm down ,its ok! calm down, its alright no need to be embaressed" he said in a soft tone of voice as I unsuccessfully tried to tuck my hard on into my briefs" i've told you before all boys...
I was in the dance clubs with my friends and we were very sexy dressed in heels and low tops and I was in high heels and a mini dress that was flowers all around it. My ass looked so big and round in that dress. It was low on my big boobs and very tight so my boobs looked like they have coming out. I was told by my friends I looked hot and like a real girl.I felltd like a real girl. Very girly and my hair was long wavy and reach just above my butt. I was sitting down drinking with my girl...
Hi readers – this is my 3rd story in the series of having naughty fun in Dubai. My earlier experiences can be found in my stories on this link. I received a few comments and favors after writing those 2 episodes. Two readers even asked for group sex. One asked for lesbian only with Surabhi which she declined. There was one, Mary A who wrote to me asking for a casual date. In this episode, I am writing about my date with Mary and how dating with her ended with having sex fun with her. We agreed...
My name is Senthil. I am a normal guy working in a company. However, I am not married. My mom’s name is Yamini. She looks pretty but I never thought of my mom in a bad way. I respect her and she loves me. She is in the late 40s and I am in the late 20s. My dad works in Dubai and rarely comes to the home. Probably, he comes like once a year, sometimes once a couple of years. I rarely masturbate so because of that I store a lot of cum. Sometimes, I feel like a bag hanging down. I don’t have...
IncestHi friends, en peyar Arun, vaythu 26 aagugirathu. Thirumana vayathil thirumanam seiyaamal irunthen, en veetil naan oru paiyan matum thaan. Veetil enaku pen parthu kondu irukiraargal. Enaku oru nanban irunthaan, avan pengalai niraiya matter seithu seithu enaiyum pengalai matter sei endru soli irunthaan. Naan ithu naal varai entha pennaiyum oothathu kidaiyaathu, enaku pengal mulai endraal migavum pidikum. Vaitha kangal edukamal mulaiyai paarthu konde irupen, oru naal nanum en nanbanum theateril...
My wife and I have been living the cuckold lifestyle our whole marrage.One rare times when she feels like sharing her pasted with me she will tell me about when she lived in Ohio and a k**. When she became sexualy active she found out even then that one cock just wasn't enough. Try as I might I could never get her to tell me just how many guys had sampled her hot little body back home. So when we planed a trip back to visit her parents I started hinting about if she was going to try and meet...
Character sketch / Design notes. "Little Timmy" is a character in the various ads and sketches being put together for the Detroit 2015 campaign. It is a hand brushed pain job old refrigerator with various hockey team stickers, a Molson's decal stuck to the door, a Canadian flag decal and a bumper sticker for Barnaby Canada on it: "Barnaby! Home To The Future!" is what it reads. "Little Timmy" is the type of thing you'd find in any guy's garage that works on cars, or back stage at...
Well our neighbors , Mr. And Mrs. Johnson were arrested due to numerous complaints of smells coming from their car, and were convicted of murder. Worked out perfectly didn’t it? And Ashley knew to keep her fucking mouth shut. So now that your all caught up, lets get on with part 2. Ashley’s birthday It has been 4 year’s since I’ve seen my family and what a better day then my sister’s birthday? Mary and I were driving to my parents house which was an hour away without traffic. We...
Another wet and stormy Sunday provides an opportunity for my lover to work his special brand of magic. With too little sleep and an eye on his big, hard cock I get the pleasure of being pleased and teased again.He's using is hands where they ought to be and tongue where I need it. The remainder of the day will be filled with the lingering sweetness of this time well spent, being pulled, tugged and probed. My glass slipper glides in and out, slowly, then firmer, harder and works me into a...
My girlfriend Kelly had been unhappy for months. No matter what we tried, I couldn't satisfy her. Despite my physical size-6' 3", 210 lbs and muscular frame, my cock (if you can call it that) only gets to about 5-1/2 inches hard and doesn't stay hard for long without a great effort from my partner. We did find that I could stay hard longer and she gets more aroused when she insults my manhood during sex, often saying she wished she had a real man while fucking me. I felt sorry for her but,...
Hai telugu lovers, this is Suresh from Guntur. Nenu 27 years age. Ma amma naku marriage cheyyalani decision theesukunnadi. Naku telusu na sulli kaya chala chinnadi. Adi baga lechinappudu 4 inches mathrame untundi. More over, naku chinnappatinunchi roju 20 times masturbation chesukune alavatundi. Roju Jamuna, Vanisri, Sarada, Manjula, Jayaprada, Laxmi, Roja Ramani, ramyakrishna, Jyotilaxmi, jayamalini, Rambha, Meena, Nagma, Hemamalini, Madhuri Dixit etc. Nu thalchukuntu jadinchukunta. Anthe...
Hope you like this one. Names have been changed to protect the non-existent. We were all sitting in my bedroom. Me and Johnny on my bed, and Billy and Jimmy across from us on my b*****rs bed. It started off as a sorta straight circle jerk. We had all started masterbating together recently and it gave us a chance to compare notes. Johnny asked me if I ever wondered what it would be like if someone else jacked me off, the feel of a different persons hand doing all the work. I told him to give it...
The next morning saw Gnusyl collapsed not far from Jonar's tent, exhausted and oozing blood from a half dozen minor injuries, most of which would be closed and half-healed by nightfall. Myka was the first to wake in the area in which Jonar and the others had decided pitch their tents within the camp. She nodded to the nearest guard as she made her way over to the unconscious Gnath who was almost snoring in his exhaustion. She gingerly probed the four wounds she could get at, breathing a sigh...
Cynthia was pulled out of her dream around six in the morning. Her husband stumbled out of bed and as usual that included a lot of noise. The quiet part was slipping out of bed, but being half asleep and dragging his 230 pounds to the bathroom, while he tried to gather his clothes without turning on the light, was the noisy part. She pretended to be asleep when he stumbled to the bedroom door. Cynthia knew that Mark was trying to be quiet and she just played along, but if she was honest she...
We communicate with our words, the more word power enables one to enrich or embellish ones experience, and thus draw another into, 'The Fly on the Wall' syndrome.Likewise, the 'Visual Imagery', a sort of Dickensian verbosity, where expressive and evocative language is used like a hidden cam, which can and does induce those amongst us, to enjoy the authors actions or what is physically happening to her, without being discovered.I am now 24 and making my way in life. My home was a happy home as...
Inside a dark alley, a young lizard girl smirked as the black flames that surrounded her hand died out. Brushing aside a few bangs of blue hair from her face, she glanced down at her magic book one last time before snapping it shut. The medallion she wore glimmered slightly in the dim light as she glanced up at the moonlight. Her name is Tyamet, an escaped slave. Spending most of her childhood in bondage, she was bought by a vixen sorceress who needed a simple cleaning servant. During her...
Mind ControlPrivate Gold, Russian Hackers returns and this one is a real treat! New to private.com and debuting today are the sexy teens Elena Vega and Stacy Cruz, horny and ready to enjoy a threesome with agent Angelo Godshack. Angelo is relaxing in the spa pool when the girls approach and they waste no time getting on their knees for a taste of cock before taking turns getting fucked. Watch the beautiful sight of Stacy’s perfect natural tits bounce and Elena’s big ass getting slammed as these gorgeous...
xmoviesforyouReg Smith, while not usually introspective, was fundamentally an honest man, with an iron integrity. He had cogitated on Sarah’s words and had to admit that Louisa Reynolds, ‘Fifty-nine’ had, indeed, had an effect on him. Furthermore, he had to acknowledge that the factors which had caused him to avoid serious relationships previously, no longer applied. He held off that night and Sunday, as he was on call. On Monday, he spoke to Stuffy (though he called him ‘Major’, of course) and explained...
Jim was in seventh heaven the following morning. He felt like a kid again. He couldn't believe that he had let Jenny jerk him off in the car, like some horny teenager. Yet that was almost how he felt. Still, somewhere deep inside there was this little nagging issue concerning their age difference. Jim was becoming infatuated with Jenny but he wasn't sure how far it could go. Jenny sat at her desk with the same thought in her mind. She was beginning to like Jim too much. Yet, he wasn't...
A few days later they were both ready to leave. Roger and Tina said goodbye to everybody and drove off to the docks to take the boat to Paris. Tina was looking forward to that. She could not wait to get there and start the kind of life she had always wanted. She wanted to be a Bohemian in the worst way and she knew that Paris was the only place to do it. Any other place was just, an imitation of that kind of life and Paris was the original. All the artists and the freaky people came from...
I stood at the stove fixing breakfast while Liz called Ryan and Stephanie, who were on their way to the airport to fly back to Nashville to spend the weekend with their spouses. Again, the first comment after the exchange of hellos dealt with Liz’s typical morning demeanor. “Awake and pleasant at eight o’clock,” Ryan joked from the speaker. “I’m going to want a drug test when I see you again.” “Ha-ha,” Liz said. “Wow!” I cut in. “You must be a real bitch of the mornings.” “Like a bear...
James heard the doorbell go, and opened it to find his neighbour standing there with a smile."Hi James, I'm wondering if I could ask a favour? My broadband's down and I have some urgent emails to send. Would I be able to use your computer for half an hour?""Sure Dave, come on in and I can help you out!"Dave grinned at him as he squeezed past. James had had a crush on his hunky older neighbour forever. Everything about him was delicious, and he thought he'd even caught Dave watching James...
Kesha Ortega’s drawing power is so powerful that the Cumlouder Academy of the Spanish language has decided to include a new word in its dictionary. ‘Hooked-on-a-Kesha’ is now considered’The excessive devotion for the older of the Ortega Sisters’. It is a brand new ‘illness’ that seems to be spreading all around the world. Nacho Vidal is just one of the latest infected victims and he’s ready to tell us all about it in this intimist video. Are you...
xmoviesforyouMonday, June 17, 1996, Sanford Maine Uggh! Consciousness came slowly and painfully. My awareness grew in two parallel waves. One was the awareness that came from waking up; the other was the awareness that came from realizing when one was in pain. My head was pounding something fierce. Goddammit, I had thought that maybe I had gotten lucky and been able to escape the headaches so often associated with brain trauma. I groaned aloud; I could already tell that it was a doozy. I’d need some...
We are going to meet various girls. Of course all over 18. They are going to bet, high stake bets. Simple bets but some are going to loose more then they want. The bets can be about anything. A simple card game to an uncontrollable sports match. But it's not always the hardest betting cap that gives her the most embarrassment. They play bets against friends, family and strangers. Safe at home, in the cafe, the stadium or just in the park. Each spot is one for a bet of course. The women are...
There was a time when my wife's gynecologist advised her to stop taking the pill for three months. My wife asked her about sex and the doctor said that there would be no problem if we (myself and my wife) used a condom!! Problem!! 1) My wife hates condoms, and 2) My wife was fucking this black stud every two or three weeks, for about 2 years and had not seen him in a few weeks. He would be out of town for another two months and we were scheduled to spend a three day weekend at his place when...
It was the day of Clare's appointment. I was in my office when she phoned. She was so excited that she could hardly get the words out. "Tom, I've just left the doctor's. It's been confirmed; I'm three months! Isn't it wonderful news?" Her excitement was contagious and I could hardly contain my own joy at the news. It was what we had both wanted; at last Clare was to be a mother. She was going to have a baby; we would have a child to love and to bring up. "I think I am going to have...
Hi dosto, mera naam Reshma hai. Ye kahani tab ki hai jab mai college 1st year padh rahi thi. Mai 18 sal ki hui thi or tabhi mere chuche ubhar ke dikhne lage the. Mai suru se hi bhot chudasi thi, lekin apne gharwalo ke strict hone ke vaja se apni chudasi chut shaant nahi kar pati thi. Lekin mera college dusre seher main tha. Aur muje vaha jate hi ajadi mil gayi thi kahi bhi jane ki, or kisi se bi milne ki. Maine iss ajadi ka bohot fayda uthaya, or college ke ek saal khatam hote tak mai lagbhag...
N. hadn’t just broken my hymen… he had breached a dam…. and released another aspect of my sexuality.I took every opportunity to fuck him and opportunities were abundant. He had taken a leave of absence from work prior to moving to Australia…and I was just waiting for university to start to move to my parents in Brussels. We fucked everyday….and several times a day. We were literally going through the Kamasutra…experiencing new positions…inventing some of our own. We fucked everywhere…in his...
Hi I am Vandana a 28-year-old woman married for four years to Rakesh who is as loving a husband as there can be. We have a small daughter and the story I am going to tell you is a true story and only God knows how much courage I have to muster to pen it down for you people to read and enjoy. If Rakesh ever finds out he would never forgive me for that. Rakesh since childhood had a friend who was very dear to him. His name was Pankaj and both of them were buddies since the time they started...
I got this idea from a caption and picture by Morpheus. It was too irresistible not to write. I WAS A TEENAGE WEREMOM By Eric Part One Lesson in life number 316 or maybe it should be number 1. Don't mess with an angry witch! That's what Joey thought with good reason. Joey Richardson was 15, was tall for his age, but otherwise unremarkable. He was a B student if that helps. His folks thought his grades should be higher but that's a universal constant. He has a Dad,...
100% fiction! Twenty-one year old Nicole lies naked on my wedding bed. Her pretty, young, and innocent face reminds me of her older sister Katie when I first met her in college. She was the most beautiful, innocent girl I have ever met. We fell in love at the first sight and today we are finally getting married. But glancing down Nicole's young and naked body reminded me of a completely different Katie. The dirty and horny Katie who was begging to get fucked by her boss in the midst of a...
Incest"Hello?" The voice came out of nowhere, startling Val and making him lose his grip on his wrench. His hand shot back and smashed into the frame of his currently disassembled motorcycle. Pain bloomed. "Chyort voz'mi!" the nineteen year old Russian swore. He swatted the power button on the CD player with his free hand, ending the sweet sounds of Korol i Shut, one of his favourite bands and one of the few CDs of Russian music he allowed himself to listen to. He was an American now, as he...
Hi main aditya noon. Main Bihar ka rahne wala hun. pe aap apna response se sakte hain. Main abhi Delhi me rahta hun. Ye story tab ki hai jab main gaon me rahta tha. Ye meri pahli kahani hai ummed hai aap ko pasand aayegi. Aapke response ka wait rahega. An main pahle apne physique ke bare me bata doon. Main avg fig ka ladka hun. Jab ye ghatna hui thi tab mera age 18 saal tha. Main bakiyon ki tarah ye nai kahunga ki mera Lund 10 inch ka 12 inch ka hai. Ek Indian ka jaisa normal Lund hota waisa...
The blood moon hangs high in the sky. Across M'nar, those sensitive to magic feel a great disruption in nature. Something unnatural is coming. Its arrival is inevitable. It's nature abominable. There is great panic in all the kingdoms of the world. Soon, forces of darkness will dominate the land. There is very little time and troops and supplies must be gathered. In the kingdoms of the fairies and elves, magical wards are reinforced, gates are closed, and the idyllic paradises of magic and...
FantasyAs the months went by, all of my family became a lot more casual about nudity and sex around the house. We had all been nude with each other and each of us men had made love to both of the women. My wife, for example, would walk nude from the bathroom to our bedroom even when she knew that our son would see her. And he deliberately exposed himself to her many times. Once in a while, our daughter would come over to spend the night. When that happened, we would have a normal family night of...
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