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Logan had been thrilled. I asked him to come to the Museum before lunch. Then I settled down with Praed for a bit. It was actually better than I had expected. Lady Bridget was an Irish lady, nearing 30, with little money. She travels from Brisbane to the Never-Never where she meets a bushman, Colin. They have an affair and get married. That's Book 1, which is where I stopped, hungry for dinner. I realized that Praed had divided the novel into three books, each from a different point of...
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I spent the night at the Comfort Inn just south of Toowoombra and drove to Armidale on Saturday, spending the night in a motor hotel just off the New England Highway. Sunday, I drove to Newcastle, found a place near the beach and went swimming in the afternoon. There were lots of women in bikinis, but I managed to resist temptation and spoke to no one. I did read a bit of local history, learning that Newcastle had been a penal colony till 1823 and that it had been shelled by a Japanese...
Diana called me at nine the next morning. "You're clean!" "I had hoped so. I presume you are, too." "Yes. When can I see you?" "Dinner tomorrow?" "Wonderful!" "But not as expensive." She laughed. "I know, you're a poor student." "No, no. I'm an excellent student, just not a wealthy one." "More bad jokes. Oh, by the way, do you like motion pictures?" "Yes, why?" "I'll tell you tomorrow. Call me around 1600?" "It's a deal. And thanks for the news." I...
.a{fill:none;stroke:gray;stroke-linecap:round;stroke-linejoin:round;stroke-width:3px;} Bottom Mutiny on the Bunte KuhCharactersCopyright© 2019 by Omachuck Characters - Listed Alphabetically Armand - Inkie’s adopted son Boats, Vivie, Boatswain Genevieve Arthur - More mature version of Vivie, Accidentally extracted as 11-year-old, precocious Bossie - Bunte Kuh’s AI, later renamed Bessie Bunte Kuh - Experimental, purpose-built supply/passenger carrier Captain Darius Delaney Dreck -...
“Auntie Martha!” Happy screams from two bouncing Munchkins, newly arrived at the Kuh’s homeport. Martha Grayson, Governor of Azahar, stood to greet her returning friend. Inez Nadenka Key, I. N. Key, the extracted pop singer Inkie, known to the Tuull as S’Rndult T’Blssut, in English: ‘Principal Master of the Arts, Harmony’. With Inkie were Dinky and Armand, her adopted children who ran to Martha and her similarly aged daughter, Joan. The image of a beautiful woman, the AI Helva, came into...
Despite the deep distance in space and age,we write honest and sincere at every stage.Daily messages back and forth the ocean.Little bottles of love to serve our throats.Their thirsts longing more words of love.Coming in with the tide, while we both love the rhythm of waves as, our echoing itunisono on the beach with waves breaking, we deeply love enjoy those graceful momentswave after wave ... after wave and wave.We drown together, lost in love ...almost left in this dream-like state.We wake...
Inkie no longer had concubines. Her originals had either matured into volunteers or left with those who had. Most of the time, they all traveled with her. They were members of her band, after all. When her itch needed scratching, and self-stimulation with Helva just wouldn’t do, she could reach out. They weren’t friends with benefits; she was the friend with benefits. Her family was Helva and her growing children, Dinky and Armand. Vivie had a plethora of extended family, and she was fond of...
Chapter II cannot remember what the time was, but I do remember it was relatively light; I was around 16 years old at the time as I quietly and carefully approached my Parents’ bedroom.I stood looking through the crack of door caressing my Cock under my underpants when my one of my Parents either heard or spotted me.I froze as my Dad looked up and saw my reflection in a mirror in their room. He invited me in and asked me what I thought I was doing spying on them, when I must have known they...
I felt good as I walked back to my hotel. Oh, there were many things to do – not least establishing a bank account and finding out about my grant – but I had a place to live and a (seemingly) pleasant landlady. A few moments with a telephone directory revealed that there was a Commonwealth Bank on College Road, another on Library Road and one on the roundabout where Rainbow ran into Anzac Parade. I thought I'd go over to the last of these in the morning. I also thought about the telephone....
I phoned Diana around 1900 and left a message. Then I phoned Queensland and spoke to Mum and dad. My father said I was plucking roses from the dung heap. Then I read a bit and took a shower. In the morning I spent some time trying to estimate how many book cases I'd need. I realized that was hopeless and decided to count how many books there were in 45-50 cm. of shelving at the Museum, then I could count what one box contained and make an estimate – like every generalization it would be...
I took Karen's hand and gave her a kiss, caressing her soft bottom. When we were in the bed, she dove under the covers and was sucking me. She came up, slid up my body, and impaled herself on me. "Now, now, now," she chanted, bobbing up and down. I put a hand on each big breast and teased her nipples. I could feel her tense and I let go, irrigating her interior. She sighed and rolled to one side. Winnie was there in a moment, cleaning her out. Jennie bent over and was cleaning me. She...
My cell rang. It was Karen. She wanted to know whether I could "do" all three of them in the big bed this coming weekend. "Ah, Karen, ah, I don't think so. Some things should be more private. I know you guys are used to doing a lot of that stuff together but I'm kind of shy about some of this. I thought yesterday and the day before were great, but I think I'd like it to be just the two of us in the future." "Winnie?" "I hope so. I haven't asked her. I haven't spoken to her...
Winnie performed introductions; we shook hands. "Entomology, eh?" "Yes, sir. But actually myrmicology. And not those Rhytidoponera; they're too common. I'm hoping to do some work on desert ants." "Interesting. We've got a succulents area. We've not sown it, but I'm certain that the fauna there aren't those of these entry footpaths." "I'd just asked Winnie about that section." "Well, let's walk over. It's not far. Nothing is." "Where's Mum?" Winnie asked. "Waiting...
“Genevieve, What the hell mess have you got yourself into?!” Boatswain Genevieve Arthur knew Captain Pierce Masters, formerly Number One of the Bunte Kuh, was really upset and worried. He only called her ‘Genevieve’ in the heat of passion, sexual or otherwise. She answered carefully, “Just following orders, Sir. Bossie can verify that Dreck, err Captain Dreck, called ‘No quarter,’ so I gave none.” She added, “He gave no additional instructions, so I followed his standing orders to the...
Melissa was sitting under the large oak tree that grew on top of one of the rolling hills of the college campus. She found she enjoyed that spot as it was one of the few fairly secluded places on campus, but still she could see across a good section of the buildings. So it startled the girl to hear a voice. "Hi. I think we have math together." Melissa squinted as she looked up. There stood a boy. Young man, she guessed would be the right word. It took her a minute for her eyes to adjust...
Erin fidgeted in her chair as she looked around the cheesy looking office. She took in the images of all the smiling pretty faces on the walls, each frame holding a snapshot of a girl in her prime. She didn't want to be here. She hated what it all meant, what it all would lead to. She turned to her mother for sympathy and understanding. She knew she would get none. "Mother... I... I don't want to do this..." Erin gasped as she covered her bruised left cheek. "I'm......
Tuesday 18-Sept 2007 Chris was blown away by the response to his working bee proposal. In fact, on the Saturday that had just gone by, there'd been an impromptu working bee. His family, Lisa and Janine, Joe and a couple of others had popped by to look over the work that was required, and they'd ended up spending a couple of hours cleaning and investigating. Without question, the biggest problem was the floor in the bathroom. At least the shower base was leaking, if not the taps as well,...
I would in all probability never have discovered that Jessica my darling wife had cucklded me with a cad and lothario, Bunty Broomstead to be precise, had my Darraq Motor-Car not broken down twix the Dog and Duck Inn and Hampstead New. I was quite discomfited. The Darraq was usually so reliable. Unlike Jessica. I do not declaim to be the most jovial of coves, nor the most attentive nor passionate of lovers but for my sins I had sampled none but that bitch Jessica for seven tedious...
It had to be done, and there was no delegating this one. Captain Tweedledee had to die. Who the hell knew what Bossie would do, but it had to be done and screw the med-tubes. That was another thing. Boats had once heard a tech claim that with a head and a short enough time after death, a med-tube could re-grow a body and save just about anyone. So, no head. Tweedledee was no coward. Certainly not. He was a narcissistic, brutal, power-mad, sadistic, Caligula. He was a worse than unfit...
Vivie came awake crying. She was in a casket of some sort and the lid was rising. In the opening appeared a vaguely familiar face that changed from smiling to an expression of concern. Sitting up, Vivie realized that she was naked, not that it bothered her. It was just a fact. She sniffled, then decided that she needed to ‘man up’. “Welcome back, Missy, I’m Gunnery Sergeant Sam Anderson, and I have something of yours,” said the towering figure. “You and your baby toad-sticker saved my...
Vivie stood at parade rest with Sergeant Johns and watched the stream of humanity exit the portal. She decided she needed practice to switch between family, Melody mode, and duty, Sergeant Johns mode. If she was to live up to her volunteer status, she couldn’t slip, not even once. The process of acquiring and assimilating new volunteers, their concubines, and their dependents was both exciting and heart breaking. Relationships and families were both newly starting and suddenly sundered. It...
In the morning, Vivie woke with two warm bodies cuddled, one on each side. Parenting was a skill she’d need to learn, but this awakening was very nice and a welcome introduction. When she felt stirring, she nudged the pair to full awareness, and herded them into the ensuite to share a shower. The twins, accustomed to sharing a bathroom for morning ablutions, took Vivie’s presence in stride. The three-person shower proved interesting and stimulating. By the time they were out and dry, Vivie...
Slowly Boats’s memories moved forward to her immediate past. Vivie’s recent walk from the med-tube to her pod demonstrated her continuing special relationship with shipboard Marines who regarded her with awe. Their typical passing greeting of ‘rah’ was now upgraded back to ‘Oorah!’ or ‘Oorah, Boats!’ When she considered that a traditional function of shipboard Marines was to protect officers from mutiny, the enthusiastic Oorahs were both heartwarming and chilling. If her actions with...
Sam had planted an idea. Vivie was fishin’ in a different kind of honey hole, and she wasn’t after fish. She and Jennifer were sitting on a bench in a park, each with a bag from Subway. They were dressed down in faded jeans, tee shirts, and worn sneakers. Helva’s drones had indicated that the park was frequented both by runaways and pimps on the hunt for those runaways. Jennifer had started training in martial arts the day after she became Vivie’s dependent, and now was Vivie’s preferred...
In Inkie’s view, the ‘contest’ was a huge success from the start and a royal pain in the ass. Submissions rolled in. Good ones. But also, far too many pedantic, repetitive propositions that wholly missed the point of the contest. There were also a plethora of submissions from psychologists and similar professions that proposed to analyze ‘aliens’ to understand their aversion to violence. That was more than a little troubling. Had they guessed the intent of the symposium? In short, the Pareto...
It shouldn’t happen. It couldn’t happen. It did happen. Helva’s almost panicked voice rang throughout. Inkie woke slowly, barely aware for some extended time. She couldn’t see or hear, and she was breathing through a SCUBA-like full-face mask. Her wrists were fastened together as were her legs at the ankles. After a while,...
Personally present in Vivie’s pod were Vivie, Inkie, Wendy, Gunny, and Melody. Avatar-holograms for Captain Pierce Masters, Helva and, Bossie were arranged across from those physically present. Ostensibly there as hostess and gofer, was June – Mom – the sometimes concubine of Gunny or Melody or Vivie as whim and occasion suited. In reality, she was there as an eavesdropper and a consultant, again as the situation suited. It was almost too funny; June had been instructed to chime in whenever...
Vivie and Inkie had their heads together giggling. They were surreptitiously watching Wendy through her process of setting up her cadet corps. This was both high entertainment and even higher instruction. Wendy started by brainstorming with her lost kids and included Helva and Bessie. They decided that they would need at least one experienced scoutmaster/leader for each ship and many more for the Harrad colony. Well, then, what should they look for and how would they know it when they saw...
When you have been flying above the clouds for too long, it feels banal and lacking once your feet touch the ground again. The euphoria you have felt gives way to a yearning emptiness inside your heart, one that cannot be filled by anything but another trip into the limitless skies. Thus, the Sunday after Cordelia had dropped me off at my home had dredged on in agonizing slowness. Every few minutes I found myself frozen in the middle of whatever I was doing, my thoughts once again filled with...
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Hello all, I’m so sorry that I haven’t written. I’m working every day now, and have my boys in afternoon, so I’ve been busy. I ‘ve been thinking about all of the hard cocks out here who enjoy my stories, and how I’ve been depriving them. This story took place 2 years ago, in late Summer. As I told you in a previous story, there is a park near my house.(The same park as in my last story). Actually its a large, wooded area with a pond and alot of walking trails. There are also alot of little...
Cordelia. I couldn’t even think my student’s name without feeling that breathless fluttering of thousands of butterfly wings in my tummy. She was the most beautiful thing in the world, youthful, perfect, tempting, the whispering snake and the taboo apple that would seal my fall from grace. I was nothing more than a toy to her, appreciated for its novelty, hugged and caressed – before it would inevitably be picked apart and thrown away. I knew it, I feared it, and yet I didn’t want to stop. ...
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Freshly showered and blow-drying my hair, I contemplated my unhealthy infatuation with my student once again. How far would I allow this to go? Too much was at risk. I needed to stop this, and I stared hard at my naked reflection in the gold-rimmed bathroom mirror, willing the strength I needed into existence. I switched off the dryer, put it on the small shelf next to the washing basin and took in my mirror image. Was it just my imagination or did I look younger? There appeared to be a...
There are moments which lay bare fundamental truths, truths that you have been longing for all your life. Such a moment was happening now, and it flooded my senses with an incredible intensity, a spiritual moment that transcended feelings. My eyes were glued to my beautiful Cordelia, they drank in the incredible pleasure painted on her angelic face, and when her sweet voice announced with beautiful, small shouts of joy that she had reached the summit of her arousal, that joy started to resonate...
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Hello all, I'm so sorry that I haven't written. I'm working every day now, and have my boys in afternoon, so I've been busy. I 've been thinking about all of the hard cocks out here who enjoy my stories, and how I've been depriving them. This story took place 2 years ago, in late Summer.As I told you in a previous story, there is a park near my house.(The same park as in my last story). Actually its a large, wooded area with a pond and alot of walking trails. There are also alot of little paths...
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I was back at the Museum on Monday. It had been a very strange weekend. No. More than just very strange. I had had Jenny drop me off on campus. "Did I come on too strong?" "Not at all. It's just that tonight's already taken. Give me your number. I'll call." She gave it to me. "Not too early. My flatmates like to sleep in." "Eleven?" "Should be fine." She gave me another kiss, I got my portfolio from the rear seat and I watched her drive off. I walked home and went upstairs...
We had a first kiss standing by my ute. I held the door as Diana got in, walked around and started up. She navigated us back. I parked as directed on Clara between High and Blenheim. "You will come up for coffee?" "Definitely." She led me to a red brick building. "This is really a nurses' and intern's residence, but I qualified. It's not much. However, it's convenient and quite cheap. We walked to the second storey and she unlocked a door. "Come into my parlour." "You don't...
I phoned Diana at lunchtime on Monday. "How was your weekend?" "Terrible. I hate Saturday and Sunday shifts." "But that means you'll be free this coming weekend." "True." "Do you have any plans?" "Want to go for a jaunt?" "A weekend trip?" "Yes." "Want a really good Saturday dinner?" "Your Dad's?" "Yes." "Is this 'meet the parents'?" "Not in that sense. But it will get them off my back." "How hard is the road?" "Not bad. We could go there on...
I'd phoned Diana and confirmed for Saturday morning. She'd spoken with her parents, who were eager to meet me – just what I was most afraid of. We had our PR meeting at the museum and I was glad that I wasn't involved in regular meetings with twits. I spoke to Winnie and told her, again, that I'd be in the outback for the weekend. I was waiting for Diana a bit past eight on a warm Sydney Saturday. I'd filled the fuel and checked the coolant. I'd also brought four bottles of water. I...
I phoned Winnie around dinnertime. She's taken the weekend off so we arranged for me to call for her around 900 on Friday. I told her about "hiring" Logan and about my Thursday appointment with my new advisor. The meeting with Professor Adam went painlessly. I gave him the note from Dr. Caddis, he signed it, we went to the office together. Luckily, Jennie was there. I asked her to make three copies. When she was done I handed the original back to her, one copy to Professor Adam and kept...
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I was the first person up the next morning. Kizuna didn't get up when I did, so I left her and went down to get some breakfast. I was done with a banana when Terri entered the kitchen. She blushed when she saw me. "Good morning, Yuusou." "Good morning." We looked at each other for a couple moments before I added, "You don't need to be afraid of me. I'm not going to bite." "What do you want me to do?" She still looked terrified. I didn't blame her, considering the information I...
Amanda was dropped off sometime Friday afternoon. I couldn't be there for her reception, since I had an attendence-required class. I guess Ed must've taken her up to our room. When I got back from class, I found Ed in his usual spot: sitting in front of my computer, playing Doom. Amanda was on my loft, leaning down to see Ed and my monitor, her hair, somewhat ridiculously, hanging straight down over her face. They were making small-talk as I walked in. "... so, um, like... can I...
I wasn't much of a superhero, but I was a good guy. By the time I was in 4th grade, I had made myself stronger and bigger than the bullies in school. I was careful however to not overdo it. I remember a conversation that Aimee and I had in our treehouse that same summer before we went back to school. "Okay," she said, "So you can make your body do things, change things by thinking about them or wishing them. But you are going to have to keep it a secret, just like Clark Kent's identity...
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I am back after small gap with one real story. Real story padika yeppavum konjam porumai vendum friends. Na eppo work pannitu irrukura company la nadantha oru unmai sambavam ethu. En office ku puthusa oru 10 peru join pannaga athula boys 7 peru girls 3nu peru.Athu la 2 ponnu north india oru ponnu hydrabad. 2 peru nu oru team la potanga athula yen team ku oru paiyanum oru ponnum potanga (hydrabad). Antha ponnu name preethi. Antha ponna paaka appavi maari irrukum, avaluku padipu mattum tha...
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It was August. The bees were in the garden. The honeybees and I were indolent around the hollyhocks. We shared the direct sunlight in our God-given attire and we shared a buzz. Perhaps both of us were having too much nectar that afternoon. Theirs was pollen and mine was a cold sweet Riesling.The ‘hocks reminded me of my home in Europe where I learned to love the bees, the sun, my nudity, and colorful flowers. If ever there could be a Mediterranean experience in Minneapolis, it would be a hot...
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