Part 2 The Myra Chronicles
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Myra's Pantie Corselette.This is a true story,happened a few years back now,when I was a bit younger about 18,19 years old if I remember correctly.Anyway Myra Ogg was the mother of the girl I was going out with at that time,now Myra would have been in her early 40's and her youngest daughter,the one I was seeing was my age 18/19 years old.Now Myra was not a tall woman about 5 foot 5 and quite chunky with it,but she did have massive tits,huge huge titties,and at that age I found them...
Hi friends this is my first story. If any female from bangalore want to have sex mail me on Chalo story start krta hu Jese aap sb log jaante bachelors k andar kitti aag rehti h sex ki vesa he mai hu myra room 2nd floor pr h. Myre room k bilkul side mai 5 bhabhi rehti thi jo k aksar light jaane pr room apni apni nighty mai bahar aa jaaya krti thi unko dekh k mai lund hilla liya krta tha.voh bhot sexy toh nhi lekin achi dikhti thi unmea se ek thi jo bilkul shaant jaada na bolna chupchap rehna...
I sat there in shock at what I was seeing. The camera angle was a little weird. It had obviously been put on a flat surface which had line of sight to the bed and was tilted a little to the right, but the content way over shadowed the position and angles of the recording device. The question is how did it end up with my other tapes? The unlabelled tape was supposed to have been a program I had recorded last week for later viewing. I'd sat down expecting to be entertained and what I got...
To start with, she was my waitress at a Sushi restaurant. I had taken a date there, naturally, and not paid her--my waitress--that much attention. But for whatever reason, she kept popping into my mind, time after time. So I took a different girl there, trying to impress her with the hot chicks I dated. She wasn’t my waitress this time, but I made a point of saying hello to her, on the way to the restroom. I don’t think she remembered me. Or at least acted like she didn’t. I noticed her name...
BDSMI told you about Myra. She was my girlfriend for two years and I learned what GFE means from her. I would not say she was an enthusiastic cocksucker. She never took the lead. I literally had to have her put her head on my shoulder and move her closer. Gradually I could get her head on my belly. She would not open her mouth but I knew she was close to the head of dick. She took her hands and with fingernails, caressed the underside of my balls. By that time I was rock hard and my cock was...
During the summer of my fourteenth year, my mother and four of her friends rented a cottage up on Sylvan Beach, a small resort about a hundred and sixty miles from home. They were all bridge fanatics and their plan was to play as much bridge as they could, going at it day and night. Mom had hired a daughter of one of her bridge cronies to stay with me while our two moms went upstate. Myra was eighteen and had just graduated from high school. She drove over early the morning my Mom was...
The next week, after paying for a movie I would never remember—although there was a nude scene in which Myra leaned over and whispered in my ear that she’d like to see my big cock fucking the actress–there I was again, nude, cock hard, my hands tightly gripping the sink, determined that I wouldn’t let go this time. While I stood there watching, Myra and Nicki took a bubble bath in their big tub. It took a long time, and I half enjoyed it, half wanted the waiting to be over. This was the first...
So, in a few minutes she left and I'm left wondering just what all this is about. I mean, I know that I'm getting some pretty good sex out of all this but what a weird situation. Naked all day with a girl who now was fairly scantily clad as well, even naked when we showered. Hardly what Mom had in mind, I'm sure. Oh, Mom, if you only knew. When she comes back, she has several bags, two from a grocery and one from a Walgreen's. "I got us some cookie dough ice cream, hope you like that...
You are Myra. Fresh out of high school and ripe with the education that will keep you alive, you face a new day: Following is a portrait of the crucial points in your life, which you will remember eternally, or possibly not--if you fail to survive. We start at age 18, but life is filled with many years. How long you live depends on your ability to make the right decisions. The scenarios will be specific; e.g., if you are attending school, or working at a job, the means on achieving those things...
To start with, she was my waitress at a Sushi restaurant. I had taken a date there, naturally, and not paid her–my waitress–that much attention. But for whatever reason, she kept popping into my mind, time after time. So I took a different girl there, trying to impress her with the hot chicks I dated. She wasn’t my waitress this time, but I made a point of saying hello to her, on the way to the restroom. I don’t think she remembered me. Or at least acted like she didn’t. I noticed her name was...
Part 1: The Hunt Myra crept through the thick brush one careful step at a time. Rain had recently fallen and the slope she was descending was as slippery as it was steep. She was all too aware that one wrong step would send her sliding down to the bottom of the gully and give her presence away. Reaching a tree about halfway down the slope, she leaned against it and held her breath, listening to the sounds of the forest. The birds had gone silent and it seemed even the sounds of the insects...
It was a horribly long week. Nearly as long as the week I was in jail. And she made it longer. And worse. She called me about every other day, and asked me if I had been good. And surprisingly, I had, even though my cock was hard for most of my waking hours. Some of the sleeping ones, too. I could not get the feeling of her hand on my cock out of my head. She’d call and tell me to take it out of my pants and make it hard for her. Tell me how to rub it, and with which hand. On Thursday, she made...
Note by the Author (The Sleepy Fairy): This is here to warn you that the story can get very confusing not just because of my own crappy experience at writing, but also because the store plot is can seem very complex, although you won't see too much of it here in the first part. Another reason is because this is literally a story within another larger story which you won't see here on the site, as it only passively uses TG elements, so some plot points will be left open. In fact,...
The story starts from a metro where I and my neighbor amyra were traveling together. Hii I am viplav age 24 athletic and my neighbor is Amyra( Amrit kaur , she prefers amyra ). She is 28 and very beautiful and sexy. So coming back to the story. I boarded the train at rajiv chowk. There was a lot of pushing. I was being pushed into the back of a girl who was holding her luggage. My chest was rubbing her back. i Tried to push back but to no avail. Soon we entered the coach and luckily I got a...
Hope you enjoy, Myra Foil. Myra's RL rapedate Dec 4 2010 Whole day I was feeling very horny. It's saturday Dec 4 and I had to do some RL groceries. It was cold outside and there was about 2 to 3 inches of snow so I had to put on warm clothes which isn't very sexy. After I got home I turned up the heating and took off most of my clothing. I needed pain so I put crocodile clamps on my nipples and shoved an inflatable dildo up my ass. I inflated the dildo to it's maximun size to...
Friday November 5 my Master called me to keep Saturday November 13 free because he had a special treatment for me. He didn't say what it was and only told me to be ready by 3 pm and the session would last until deep in the night. I had to be naked, only wearing my long coat and heels at my feet as usual. The coat and the shoes were only for the transfer from my house to the car. The session would last until deep in the night. This Master is experienced and, just like me, into very hard...
The people who know me know that i'm into all kinds of dirty, kinky and perverted sex. One of my fettishes is rapeplay. I love to be 'raped'. Just one or more guys, grabbing me, tearing my clothes off and fuck the shit out of me only thinking about their own pleasure. Abusing me like a slut. Well i have a friend who 'rapes' me regurely. Met him a few years ago in a bar and came to talk about our fettishes. One thing we had in common was rapeplay. I really love it, being raped, abused...
Part 1: The Hunt Myra crept through the thick brush one careful step at a time. Rain had recently fallen and the slope she was descending was as slippery as it was steep. She was all too aware that one wrong step would send her sliding down to the bottom of the gully and give her presence away. Reaching a tree about halfway down the slope, she leaned against it and held her breath, listening to the sounds of the forest. The birds had gone silent and it seemed even the sounds of the insects had...
Fantasy & Sci-Fi"Gobble, Gobble, Gobble." "Wahbo, Wahbo, Wahbo." "Gobble, Gobble, Gobble." A month ago I would have been yelling at them to keep quiet or to find something else to do or to go to their room and play. God knows I'd heard it enough times over the last three days. But they really weren't bothering anyone and they were all playing together. And they were happy. This time it had been Laurie who initiated the game and my two who followed but each of them had started it countless times...
I followed John from Perlione's over to his house. As we pulled into the driveway, he rolled down his window and motioned to the left. I noticed that the driveway was made of bricks, like a chimney and there was an additional section where he was pointing that was not in front of the garage. I pulled over to the left as he drove straight into the garage. As soon as he got out, he placed a call on his cell phone and disappeared through a door in the back. I let the kids out, then we went...
I got my things arranged and helped the kids. It had seemed like so much stuff when we were packing it but it was little different from moving into a cabin for a two week vacation. Oh, I guess there were a few more toys, DVDs and books. One thing I knew we were going to have to do was call Alex. You see, kids are shorter than most people and the housing industry rarely takes that into consideration. The first problem I saw was the closets. None of the kids were tall enough to hang up their...
I released the intercom and turned around to see three pairs of eyes looking up at me. My daughter broke the silence. "What can we do?" I could make a couple of cans of tomato soup and a stack of grilled cheese sandwiches with the equivalent of one eye shut and a hand tied behind my back. But when I looked down, there were three little people who were counting on me not to. They wanted me to find something for them to do so that they could help; something to make them feel useful. Jill...
The soup pot looked clean enough to hang back over the stove. Posie's snout was covered in tomato soup orange/red when I picked her up and pulled her away from it. I got a paper towel and wiped off as much of the mess as I could. She made it difficult, wriggling and trying to get to my face to lick me the whole time. John said to me, "Is Billy going to be all right in the tub by himself?" "Shoot! I didn't even think about him having his own bathroom." I put Posie down and hurried...
There's a lot of false glorification in the world. Some people call it hype. Jerry used to call it B.S. Thanks to Madison Avenue and its penchant for making each new product sound like the answer to everything that has plagued mankind since the creation, the bar has been lowered across the board. People who don't deserve it are touted as something special. I'm not saying it's evil or malicious or anything like that. But when a particular brand of lipstick is supposed to solve all problems...
A nurse came into the room to check Jamie's IV. She said, "Just a couple of minutes," and sat down on the bottom of the bed, careful not to disturb the three girls. "Did you know that Rita and Jamie have been taking the bus and walking for a couple of blocks in the dark to get home after Jamie's treatments?" John asked her. "No Sir, I wasn't aware of that." "We're taking them home tonight, but it bothers me that after tonight they'll be right back to walking home in the dark....
I gasped as the garage door started to open and I saw a couple of objects glowing red, in the back, near the door into the kitchen. Like something you'd see in an old horror film when they broke into a pyramid. Or a newly discovered mummy, just after everyone's turned away and the camera's still on it. "What's that?" I gasped. "It's Posie," said Laurie. "She always waits for us when we get home." Sure enough, the overhead light came on and there she was, sitting on the rug,...
September had come too early this year, summer holidays had gone by very quickly and you barley remembered what you did. (If anything.) It was coming into school term that you realised you had no idea what you were walking into at Rockhard High. It was going to be a strange place full with strange people, unknown halls and faces would surround you. You simy shrugged it off and gathered your uniform, a black jacket with a white button up with a tint black skirt. The tie you chose was red since...
TeenMy mate Tom had a Dad that was to die for! He was one of those men that was perfectly proportioned, rugged, big shoulders hair in all the right places, thick muscular legs and good looking ! Fuck, what more could you ask for. It was always distracting when I’d visit and Tom’s Dad would always smile his disarming smile, he had one of those killer grins that made you weak at the knees, just like he wanted you and you were only person in the room. And to top it all off, he was just a great...
by aliveinpr In chapter 2, Secretly, Bill personally evidenced his wife, Alice, being gang banged by a group of black men and the joy she expressed. I had a nice room at the Radisson hotel close to my office. I set up the laptop, hooked up the camera and downloaded the video to an editing program. I didn't have to do a lot, just to take out the pauses that were there. Not many pauses with her screaming for more cock, so her pussy, ass and mouth were not empty for long. I watched the video...
Here is about my cousin. He does not know how much I hate him. He is PLA officer. He sends me email about him. Don't be like him!!!! __________begin forwarded mail______________________ Message-Id: Date: Thu, 18 Feb 1995 15:19:49 +0100 References: Cousin, how are you? Are you surprised to be reading this? You should not be. I am now with the glorious Tiger Brigade attached to the...
"He's really a son-of-a-bitch! Velvet swore her tone full of contempt. "Oh, I don't know," Erin countered, and I thought the two would square off and I'd have a brawl on my hands. But Velvet calmed down enough to ask, "What do you mean? He pissed on them and they were just kids!" "I know! I know! What I mean is... Sully was introducing them to sexual fun and games..." "Still," I objected, taking Velvet's side, "the timing wasn't right. It was too fucking early in the fun and...
This is my first and not a real story. Any housewife of Patna may contact me at for friendship first. We are newly transferred to Patna , and a good flat in a apartment was given by my office. Lots of letters and pamphlets were in the mail box. Sapana is looking at it , most of them are useless ads. Sapana is turning it and throwing it in the dustbin.Out of sudden one envelope with some diwali greeting with heading ‘Enjoy’ came into her hand. She tried to understand it, but could not. She kept...
Warm water was cascading down Astrid’s back. Even though she still disliked showers, she definitely liked the warmth it brought to her after being out in the snow. Pretty, but God awfully cold. She could use a certain someone’s arms to warm her up instead though. Right as that thought came to her mind, a noise came in through the bathroom door. What was that? Icy adrenaline rushed through her veins. Oh god oh please don’t let me get murdered in the shower! “Honey? Are you in the shower?”...
His rough hands were wrapped around his solid cock. The veins protruding from the underside of his shaft seemed never ending as his hands flew up and down. His head was leaned back and his mouth was left slightly open as he grunted. His noises of pleasure filled the air, I knew I should walk away but for some reason I couldn't. I stayed rooted to the spot, my eyes drawn to the precum bubbling on the tip of his erection. Nature was telling me to take it, to lick it, to taste it. My instincts...
IncestI was sitting in my office waiting for my 10:30 AM meeting with Celia Wu. She has been assigned to my office as a graduate for the last 3 months. Her prior placements in the organisation had been failures with her unable to handle the work given to her.In my area, I had tried her in a number of roles, and had found her performance wanting in most of the roles. She did however excel in organising presentations and looking after my clients. I had decided to offer her that type of role during our...
Glen sat in his finished kitchen room eating a bowl of Wanda’s favorite cereal. He was out of Cornflakes and couldn’t keep a banana in the house to save his life. He had bought a bunch of them and the twins had used them last night in a fruit salad. He sighed and looked around the cabin. It was almost done, but had already become too small. It had never been designed to accommodate four adults. Wanda came breezing out of the bedroom wearing the blue bathrobe he had given her as a Christmas...
Imagine yourself in a similar position: A 12 or 13 year old girl ... a kid ... fer chrisake ... never met her and she knows you have a time travel watch?!? To make matters worse, there's a man coming up behind the girl who looks an awfully lot like Professor Timothy Leary. "But ... but ... but," Andrea stammered, "Timothy Leary's dead." Junior and David both said, "Oh no. He's on the outside looking in." They looked expectantly at Andy. She was stunned. Tim grinned and laughed....
Retirment By Chloe Ryan "Angie, why are you dressed like that!" a young woman shouted as she walked into the living room and saw the young man sitting on the sofa. "First," he responded as anger filled his voice, "don't call me Angie again. You got that!" He stood up facing her. "I was Never Angie!" he told her. "Second, That was an identity forced on me from a young age. I told you that when I retired, it was all over and I would live as a man again. Didn't you think I was...
The next day was my nephews wedding everyone was getting ready. Hubby had just arrived so did my nephew and Greg. I was in the basement ironing my outfit for the day when Greg came down. I was nervous as hell as I had my husband and a guy who fucked the shit out of me just last night all of us in the same house. Greg kept trying to grab me and play with my tits. He finally got hold of me and pulled my shirt up and my shorts down. I said we might get caught Greg said he didn't care as he...
Christopher Richman. He was without a doubt the most irascible, intractable man she had ever known. Why else would he persecute her so, skulking around her stage door, always with that same amused smile lifting the corners of his immaculately trimmed mustache? They’d hardly spoken in over a year, so what had excited this new attention, this grand patronizing between the dark, dusty curtains of Booth’s Theatre? Why her, why now, she wondered, as night after night she recovered from the...
Vanessa sat down, her legs scissoring beneath her, and stared at the empty space where Kristin had been. A quiet moan interrupted her, and she turned toward Sheryye, lying in the grass nearby. Kristin was holding Sheryye's stump up in the air, trying to keep Sheryye from bleeding out all over the ground. "Oh, my!" Vanessa exclaimed. "I forgot! I'm so sorry..." she whined anxiously as she scooted over to her bleeding lover. Holding the dying girl in her arms now, Vanessa sighed and...
Hey everyone ! Ye meri pehli story hai. This is a real incident I am sharing with you all. Baat aj se 5-6 saal pehle ki hai . Maine 12th class k exam diye the . Exams dene k baad sab 2 months k liye free hojate hai .Toh mere society k zyadatar bache 10th mein hi the . Hum sab roz shyam ko khelte the. Ek shyam hum log hide and seek khel rahe the .Tabhi mai ek andheri jagah p jakar chup gaya and itne mein anjali wahan ayi . Woh bhi mere agae ake chup gayi thi. Jagah choti thi isliye hum saath...
Thanks a lot to techsan who edited the story pretty quickly and turned it into a better one. * The next morning he met Mrs. Sanders at the reception area of the hospital, introduced her to staff he knew by then and explained her how Anna didn’t know about his involvement in the preparation of the house and the need to buy her some clothes afterwards so she should try to get Anna’s clothing sizes and that he would be paying Mrs. Sanders. She didn’t need to know more than the hospital provided...
I don't know how we ended up alone in the same room. Her daughter, Mona, usually kept me away. She didn't want her mother seducing her best friend, but she had it the other way around. I had been playing panther since I had arrived, poised from my perch waiting for the day, the hour, the perfect moment to strike. I had been staying at Mona's house for awhile. I had come back to Bronx to visit my family and friends and I would be heading back to Atlanta in a couple of days. Mona had gone with...
Cast: Calista: Lead character Master: Master and owner Sir Jon: Master's longtime friend Lady Martha: Master's first wife Lucinda: a very ambitious slave who takes an interest in Calista Jacinta: Paired off with Calista, she too is a house slave Mildred: Mother hen to the slaves, she is the eldest house slave Jasmine: Arab slave girl who took over for Calista as greeter Clara: den-mother to the harem slaves Petra and Paulina, Roxanne, Quan-Yi, Gretchen and Barbie: harem...
…Then when he forced me into his car and departed while I was totally shocked and helpless. I was feeling like his personal prostitute, and i still do, though he never calls me so. Then when I went through a whole new level of a 1st night with him in a rented bedroom…what were the people who saw us as a couple, thinking about us? I was sure nobody form my religion were around, or I would have felt much ashamed. Imad seemed like he did not even start to care about it. Then the moment he tried to...
The marriage had been going down hill for a few months. I knew it – Angela knew it. Some of our friends and f****y knew it. So when the split came nobody was too shocked . The fact that the final split was caused by me walking into our bedroom and finding my wife getting royally fucked by a guy I used to think of as my friend, was perhaps the only shock. I pulled them apart, gave him a couple of quick rabbit punches followed by a haymaker to the nose. As he scampered down the stairs I stared...
Wow… You pick this story up at the end of a crazy night clubbing in Ibiza…. what started off as a quiet drink, ended up as a crazy night of unexpected excess!What an amazing night! So much laughter & amazing fun was had, I was literally on cloud nine. little did I know, but this was only just the beginning of one of the most memorable nights of my life…….I had been out to an amazing club night, a load of us, me & friends, got a little twisted on Ecstasy & before we knew it, the club...
Petitioning the Acting Governor went well. Yet, His Excellency was planning another soirée four days hence and would not pass on the chance to invite the Greys, if only to count two more members of the fair sex amongst his guests – namely Mirabel and Florence. Thomas and Mirabel accepted without hesitation for they both relished the thought of debuting as husband and wife, and Florence agreed reluctantly after conferring with Mr. Darby. On the day before the soirée – Unicorn was finally...
Wishes of Fate An old shaggy man greeted us when my wife and I entered the tattered old shop, a door down off LeGrand Street. Looking back it seems odd how this old place was open so late at night or early in the morning as it was nearly 3am Saturday. My wife (Teresa) and I had been out drinking and partying since early Friday evening. To say the least by this point we were both feeling quite intoxicated. "Hello and welcome, I am Bill the proprietor of this fine shop." ...
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Angie kept my arm locked in hers, preventing any attempt at escape. We caught a cab back to my place. She was even more appreciative of it than Dianna had been. "Girlfriend, you live like a queen!" she exuded. Realizing what she had just said, she giggled. "Oops! Well, you know what I mean." She made a beeline for the master bedroom. Her practiced eye did not miss the jewelry armoire or vanity. She nodded her approval, checking my dresser drawers, one by one, noting the lingerie and...
Living in the rural area around Winston-Salem allowed him to hunt and fish when he wanted and still be able to go to town and have all the amenities of the city. Plus North Carolina is famous for being loaded with very attractive ladies who are extremely friendly and fun loving. Not that there weren’t a lot of wonderful ladies at school, it just seemed like they had a different attitude. Bill had a couple regular girls he dated and fooled around with, but he had not met anyone that really set...
***This is one piece of a larger assortment that will continue with themes that aren’t strictly lesbian and/or unwillingness. Stay tuned for more of Soraya.*** I pushed my pace to a lively jog as I eyed my watch. I estimated a good ten minutes before the darker parts of my beloved city would come out to play. I didn’t want to be stranded outside when that happened. I could feel a good stretch in my legs as I rounded a corner. My bag beat a rhythm against my jean-clad thigh. I thanked the...
Coach Golden had the Owls out doing fundamentals drills and light workouts on Monday. We spent the week doing low-impact work to prepare for our unknown opponent at one of the BCS bowls. The school was hyped up about our opportunity. Parties and activities were planned all across campus for Sunday night when the bowl lineup was revealed on ESPN. Our team was assembling in our multi-purpose room for the evening. Coach Golden was providing dinner for everyone. Players were welcome to invite...
B N B ??? Three day getaway. Just the two of us. Not celebrating anything, nowhere to be, just getting away together. One of our infrequent, recharge the batteries kind of trips. It was our recipe for relaxation. Drive for a couple of hours, find a hotel in the city, and leave our work and worries behind. Our most recent getaway was a little different. We arrived much later than we would have liked. After checking in and getting settled into our hotel, my wife, Holly and I headed for the indoor...
This story is FICTION! It comes from the deranged mind of the author. The author does not encourage or support the activities in this story. This story has more graphic violence than in previous parts. But only because it is necessary in the telling of the tale. All the characters in this story have been tested and found disease free. Make sure all your partners are too. BE SAFE!!!!! The Peachtree Training Center Casefiles #3: TWINS, DOUBLE YOUR PLEASURE, DOUBLE YOUR FUN...
Yes, I had a lot to learn, and my first lesson came quickly, and from an unexpected direction. Ginny and I went as a couple to the annual Mark Twain Birthday Ball. It was an annual event in Angel's Camp, and we went with my parents and Ginny's parents as a group. Some preparations were involved, including some evenings spent at Ginny's learning a few dance steps. I was pretty lame as a dancer to start, but as the end of November loomed closer, Ginny's mom was beginning to give hints that...