The Mighty Quinn
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301 A favour for Misty 1 She is 70 now stands 5feet 7” has a body well overweight, a pretty face, nice personality, fantastic cook and a caring wonderful mum. A neighbour of mine for some years and a good one at that, she was never the sort of soul that a man had fantasies about being not what a chap would call attractive. However, in view of the sexual desert in my house this last year, I must admit to feelings of any port in a storm and even the old bird on the school crossing gets a second...
I first met Quinn when she and my daughter Gretchen began acting in the same instructional theatre group. Quinn was actually a very good actress; as well as an accomplished singer and dancer. As the group did mostly musical theatre, she readily and regularly won the best roles. While she was gracious about it at first, by the time the summer of her sixteenth year had come, she was becoming quite the snob. Then, that summer, things went from bad to worse. Quinn’s parents, both prominent...
SpankingPennywise leaned down and kissed Harley Quinn while holding her in his arms. It was a long, ravenous kiss that seemed as if Pennywise was tasting her. Pennywise viciously tossed Harley Quinn down on her feet afterwards, and she tumbled backwards. As Pennywise moved closer to her, he grabbed her and violently threw her onto the red chesterfield sofa then he anxiously sat beside her and picked her up and fiercely threw her body on top of him.She desperately kissed him repeatedly while reaching...
I’ll start off by introducing myself and a few other important characters in this tale. My name is Chris Hollis, and I attend Medford High School in New Hampshire. I wouldn’t call myself popular in school, nor a loner of any kind. I was simply average, with a small group of friends upon whom I could rely, a steady 3.5 GPA, and a star spot on the lacrosse team at my school. It is ironic, I notice while describing myself, that the other significant character in this...
Tuesday late afternoon the three teens got off the school bus and ran up to the house. Doug was holding Misty’s hand and carrying her books that day. There was a rush to prepare their quarters to be ‘Mom Acceptable’. Misty’s mother was coming over to see the home and assess the situation, based on her daughter’s request to spend more time with Penny, her BFF. Of course, she hadn’t told her mother about Doug, her erstwhile boyfriend and fuck buddy. Doug took his car and left for points...
Amanda Quinn’s life was a simple equation. Unfulfilled potential multiplied by an empty wallet, divided by a bunch of unpaid bills, bills that were strewn across her mini-studio, the one that offered a fabulous view of fifty-seventh street, the walls painted a pristine shade of white, the floors sanded to perfection, stinking of Murphy’s Oil Soap. ‘Bills,’ Amanda groaned, turning over. There was a telephone bill, past due, sitting on the nightstand, a vodka bottle on top of it, half empty. ‘Hi...
“So you don`t think I would be interested then?” Peter Hopkins lay naked on the bed, his large erection pointing skywards, towering above his old and emaciated body. “I wouldn't have thought so.” Said an equally naked Misty. “She`s flat chested, skinny hipped and just a total frump.” “But a virgin you say?” “Totally. She hasn't had a partner ever since I've known her, which is forever. She`s even been to the doctor about her lack of a sex drive, but the doctor couldn't find anything...
Misty Gardner sat in her car outside her flat and collected her things. It had been a busy day in the school where she worked as a teaching assistant, and she was looking forward to a nice hot bath. There was only one more thing left to do. Run the gauntlet of old man Hopkins. She took a deep breath. “Here goes nothing Misty.” She slung her bag over her shoulder and climbed from the car, opening the rear door, and collecting a series of ring binders and various folders that contained her...
That night after taking Susan back to her house I briefly talked with Misty and told her that we should talk some time. "Yea what ever" she said. This was not going to be easy and I thought about my plan all night. The next day being Friday I put my plan in motion. First I called a good friend of mine in Memphis. Milton is a black man that I taken a lot of girls to. He loves to break in white girls, the younger the better, and from what I gather from the girls after, he is the best. Milton...
Misty and her Master are settled comfortably into their respective roles within their chosen lifestyle. Although their relationship isn't a typical ordinary one, they compliment each other perfectly.Her Master, who likes to be addressed as Sir, is proving to be strict with house rules and there are consequences for Misty if these rules are broken. Misty has blossomed from a wayward teenager into a lovely young woman. Sir maintains authority with hands on discipline, and Misty, while a kind,...
SpankingChris has her friend Misty stay over for the night. She and her friend have been talking about sex for weeks. Misty was very curious when Chris told her she actually watched her mother and her boy friend make love. She wanted to know how she managed it and Chris explained how she had hidden in her mom's closet one night and on a couple of occasions spied on them from the hallway when they had sex in the living room. The girls pretend to go to bed early then after a few minutes Chris gets up...
A continuation from The Event: Part IMuch to my dismay, the jerk who had been clinging onto Misty returned. After Misty's brief but affectionate kiss and our brief flirtations, I had hoped to get better acquainted with this fiery, freckled redhead.Misty had on a form-fitting tank top which defined her full breasts nicely and which gave just a hint of her nipples. She also wore a knee-length loose skirt that billowed just enough to gently sway as her hips moved when she walked. I imagined it...
Introduction: sorry, im trying to figure out the grammar and reading issues. Charmander, we need you! The white light flashed from the poké,ball in Ashs hand and the fire lizard Poké,mon appeared in front of him. Ash didnt like using his Charmander, but Brock insisted on trying out a new recipe and they were out of matches. The Poké,mon didnt mind at all. He enjoyed being out of his Poké,ball. He enjoyed it so much that Ash let out the others as well. The six...
“Alright, don’t go too far, and be back before those storm clouds get here! Charmander, don’t let your flame start any forest fires, okay? Be careful!” Each of them ran off into the woods and Ash smiled. They were a good team. The smell of sizzling peppers and stew drew Ash back to the fire and his friends. He eyed Misty as he sat down. They had walked a fair ways from the Pokémon center over the course of the morning, and the road led through a forest. They wouldn’t see anyone else,...
“Alright, don’t go too far, and be back before those storm clouds get here! Charmander, don’t let your flame start any forest fires, okay? Be careful!” Each of them ran off into the woods and Ash smiled. They were a good team. The smell of sizzling peppers and stew drew Ash back to the fire and his friends. He eyed Misty as he sat down. They had walked a fair ways from the Pokémon center over the course of the morning, and the road led through a forest. They wouldn’t see anyone else,...
Misty and Thomas finally fell asleep in each other’s arms around four am. Thomas woke up at about eight am and had to piss so badly he wasn’t sure he would make it to the bathroom. He rolled over from Misty’s warm body and ran into the bathroom to relieve his needs. While he was in there he showered and used her razor to shave. He wrapped a towel around his waist and came back into the bedroom. He saw Misty lying on her back in the big bed still sound asleep. His cum was gone from her stomach,...
Misty and Thomas finally fell asleep in each other’s arms around four am. Thomas woke up at about eight am and had to piss so badly he wasn’t sure he would make it to the bathroom. He rolled over from Misty’s warm body and ran into the bathroom to relieve his needs. While he was in there he showered and used her razor to shave. He wrapped a towel around his waist and came back into the bedroom. He saw Misty lying on her back in the big bed still sound asleep. His cum was gone from her stomach,...
InterracialPart 10 - Stepmother's Sissy Mrs. Monet put another knee high on the exhausted sissy and got an open toed spike heel with a very small opening in the toe of the shoe. Mrs. Monet forced the shoe on the sissy's limp dick, which started to harden within the shoe. "Come on sissy, just three more milkings, I know your balls ache and your sissy stick is red and sore, but you promised to hump my shoes!" his stepmother cooed. Finally, Caroline's sissy stick got hard enough for the just the tip...
Dawn was back with the drinks before long and we sat on the couch waiting for Milton, drinking our drinks. I watched as Misty took a sip of her bloody Mary and I could tell from the way she make a face that either it was her first real alcoholic drink or that Dawn had make it very strong. Dawn and I watched as Misty drank almost all of it on the second sip. Then Milton came in the room and the reaction from Misty was the same as all the white girls that see him for the first time. Milton is...
Return to Misty By Kellie Cliffe My name is Dave. At least it is to my friends. To most people I'm Mr. Jones. I teach Social Studies at the local high school. Life is fairly routine, going from one lesson to the next, from one day to the next. Then some two and a half years ago life became really interesting and definitely NOT ordinary at all! That was the day when Misty Wright, one of my students (now ex- students) provided me with the time of my (or should it be HER?)...
Misty was mildly astonished when he drove the truck up to the mansion. That was what it was. There was no other word for it. The place was gorgeous, with carefully tended lawns and gardens, and trees all over the place. That he felt welcome in a place like this was obvious when, instead of knocking and waiting, he just opened the front door and walked in. “Anybody home?” he called. There was a muffled female squeal and Misty watched in shock as a uniformed woman ran and jumped up on him,...
Robert The next morning he woke alone in bed. His dreams of the future seemed to have slipped away as quick as they came. He couldn’t figure out why she would have left and thoughts of her going back to Larry left his skin crawling. He quickly got up and threw on his robe before going to the phone to call her. Before he even heard the ringing on the other end it dawned on him that maybe she hadn’t gone home and he quickly hung up. Damn, where the hell is she! He made sure to look in her...
THE SECRET LIFE OF MISTY WALTERS by Laika Pupkino )))=====> THE TRANSIT OF VENUS. I picked my honey up at the Lufthansa terminal at a little before midnight. After not seeing each other for over a month our reunion was passionate and intense, and I guess a bit more intoxicated than we'd intended because we wound up sleeping until after ten a.m. But since V. was currently between projects---her next film somewhere in the pile of scripts and treatments her agent had been dropping...
They were back in the truck, and Bobby seemed to be heading somewhere. “Where are you taking me?” asked Misty. “You have to sleep somewhere,” he said. “My house is on the way to Wichita. We’ll have to go back there to get you the kind of clothes you’re looking for. There’s an extra bed. At least you’ll have somewhere to sleep tonight.” “If you think I’m going to your house, alone with you, you’ve got another think coming, buster!” “I live with my mother,” said Bobby, his voice tight. “You...
When Misty showed up at one of the local association meetings Thomas belonged to, he was full of lust for her immediately. She was very beautiful. She was dark skinned. She was Asian and Afro-American, with gorgeous results. She had long straight coal black hair and beautiful smooth silky skin. Her eyes were brown but very bright and she had a beautiful smile with a heart shaped face that would make your heart stop when she smiled.Her body was spectacular. The thing he noticed right away was...
InterracialMost people, when they look at a picture of themselves, tend to see the flaws in the person in the picture. Maybe it’s a mole you think looks horrible, or that extra weight that photographs seem to show so well. Maybe the hair is out of place, or the look on the face looks goofy. The truth is that most people don’t like looking at pictures of themselves. Misty was no different. She’d been told she was beautiful, and talented. She’d been told that by people in her family, whom she wanted to...
She was running, not knowing where. It was nighttime and foggy, she was beginning to feel cold. She had run out of the house just wearing her white T-shirt and blue jeans and had not even stopped to put shoes on. The road was cold against her bare feet, but she continued to run. Tears ran down her face and besides getting cold, she was getting tired. Suddenly she tripped and she was on the ground, crying out in pain as her arms slid against the pavement. She laid her head down continuing to cry...
Play Misty For Me: Part 2 By Kellie Cliffe My name is Dave. Well, it is to my friends. To most people I'm Mr. Jones. I teach Social Studies at the local high school. Or at least I did... I'm no longer Dave Jones 35, male, but Misty Wright, 16, female. --- I woke up from a weird dream. Then I felt soft breasts rubbing against my nightdress and was wide awake. It hadn't been a dream - it was real, I was lying in bed... a student's bed, in her very pretty body I knew I...
Ujiah worked in the shop designing and building new and faster air cars and agricultural equipment. He missed Steve's input and companionship and now Tani had first become preoccupied with some project that she would not tell him about and then she had left. She had been polite with him but firm when she told him he could not go with her. Ujiah was at a loss, he missed her a lot. They had been together most of the time in the shop and they had been making love to each other for nearly a...
“Don’t leave,” she said softly as he got out of bed. “If Mamma knew I did this with you she’d have my hide,” he said, picking up his shirt. “We’re both adults,” she pointed out. It was the first time she’d thought firmly of herself as an adult. “There are things you don’t know about,” he said. “Those other women?” she asked. “The ones you insist aren’t your girlfriend?” That had come to her between two orgasms. She had suddenly understood completely why all those women looked at Bobby...
The story below is my copyright. If you would like to archive it elsewhere please email me. Play Misty For Me By Kellie Cliffe February 13 My name is Dave. At least it is to my friends. To most people I'm Mr. Jones. I teach Social Studies at the local high school. Or at least I did... It all started in a discussion seminar I was having with a group of 15/16 year old students. Amongst the group was a girl called Misty. She was not exactly a beauty, but I found her...
Misty's new career by the outsider Misty's new career, Part_1 by the outsiderSynopsis; Misty's sisters had enough of her traveling and decides that she needs to have a new career.*****Note_1: in tribute to Hypnodojin.Note_2; this is the sequel of "Cupcake" by me.Note_2: I decided to return to my classic smile in this story with a few adjustments. Every chapter can be considered as a short story of its own, or that you can read all of it. See my story: From a mayor to a slave as...
WHEN COYOTE MET MISTY By C Part I For the Mythican hunter in a hurry, there are few manuals more clearly written–andmore informative–than Crinolina: A Brief Guide for Busy Predators .Every paragraph is a little feast in itself. Let me share with you a few of my favoritepassages: "No land fay in Mythica is more winsome, or more flavorful,than Fatamorgana Crinolina--Crinolina for short. Unlike other fays, shealways wears a sleeveless dress with full skirt and petticoat. The petticoatis a...
I met Misty about six months ago online. Her body is hot. Slim, completely shaven with legs that looked to go on forever and a nice tight little pussy. Age 22 and looking at her body I can believe it. According to her profile we live in the same town and I’ve often spent time watching the girls around wondering if they were her because she carefully kept the camera away from her face. That I could understand. I don’t let my face be seen on camera either. I am a local councillor and there...
Misty decided that the best way to break this particular mule was to wear him out. That she was tired herself was put aside. When Rodney, beaming appropriately and treating her like the star she was, walked her out to the truck, she got in and started her plan. “I’m hungry,” she announced. “Take me to get something to eat.” “I thought you needed clothes,” said Bobby. “We’ll do that after I’ve eaten,” she said, her voice short. “Something to eat,” he said. “That’s what I said!” She tried...
Misty lay there, unbelieving. This wasn’t how it was supposed to work! She had seen the desire in his eyes. In fact, she had seen the kind of desire in his eyes that she had always dreamed of seeing in a man’s eyes. It wasn’t the raw lust of a horny man. It had been the look of a man who sees something rare and precious and wishes he could be part of that. She had seen romantic desire in his eyes. Her pussy was much more than just damp after that kiss. When she moved her legs she could...
All of us folks up in Coon’s Hollow had heard tell of the tall tales about Misty McCoy’s long gone grandmother. The oldster struck most of us mountain dwellers as a bit mite peculiar with regard to her actual biological age and her appearance at different stages of her life.I had not personally witnessed granny McCoy’s strange outward look of a teenaged female right up into her mid-forties and then the way she seemed to age at a much slower rate than other Hollow women born close to her age....
SupernaturalI was a writer that had pretty much found her niche as an interviewer. I learned that people had no trouble opening up to a small freckled faced redhead with no discernible tits. My first hit interview was with a young chef whose food I liked. Her restaurant was doing OK but it was her struggle to be accepted as a woman chef that held the interview together. The article had ended up way to long for the features editors of the magazines I freelanced for so I posted the whole thing on my...
I was lying in bed, watching a movie, when Quinn barged in. I pulled up my covers to hide fact that I was only in my bra and underwear. "Can I talk to you?" he said as he closed the door and sat on my bed next to me. Before I could answer he continued, "What do you think of girls? I mean, if you’re into them that is okay with me. I just don't want you to be afraid to tell me." I had to think about what he said; he thought I was into girls? Why? I wonder what made him suspicious. Was it all the...
IncestThe forest had been ablaze a few miles away from Colorado Springs for weeks now. All of the men and some of the women have been gone just as long fighting the flames in an attempt to save the town from destruction. Horace continued manning his telegraph, calling out on a regular basis for more manpower to fight the fires. Thanks to his diligence, over fifty new bodies have shown up in town in the past week. Some from the U.S. Cavalry, the others from mines and the railroad workers. Dr. Mike,...
Introduction: THIS IS NOT MY STORY I FOUND IT ON ANOUTHER SIGHT The orange-haired girl sighed. The once mighty trio of Pokemon trainers had shrank to two, with Brock leaving on his own journey. When she had first joined up with Ash Ketchum, she only did it to get payment for her bike, but after awhile, she became friends with him, and his Pikachu. She ran a hand through her single ponytail, still lost in her thoughts. They had stopped for the night in a small bed and breakfast, each of them...
She ran a hand through her single ponytail, still lost in her thoughts. They had stopped for the night in a small bed and breakfast, each of them taking a room for themselves. She sat on her bed, thinking about her relationship with Ash. As time had gone by, she had started to acquire a fondness for Ash, but didn’t seem to be getting any in return. More than a couple years had passed now, but she had found that she really hadn’t changed in her looks. Before it didn’t bother her, but as her...
Bobby took Constance home before driving Misty to Hutchinson. On the way she’d felt like moving over to sit next to him, like Constance had. She wondered what his hand would feel like, resting negligently on her thigh. She didn’t do it, of course ... but she thought about it. It got her worked up for the rehearsal. She pried more songs out of Jasper and did ask him if she could play around with some of his compositions, when she got back to Nashville. His Adam’s apple bobbed so much that...
Play the Misty Flute For MeA few years ago I was working for a local convenience store chain as a facility manager. They had 78 stores in a hundred mile radius so I traveled around a lot. Because I was regularly working in this many locations I had the opportunity to meet a variety of people. This story is about one really neat person named Misty. One day on my way home i stopped at one of our stores for some bud light and milk. While waiting in line to check I noticed the store asst manager...
The concert Saturday night went as well, if not better than the one the previous night. Misty saw a lot of faces in the crowd that she had seen the night before, waving photographs at her and seeking autographs. The fact that they were hearing some of the same music didn’t seem to bother them. After a set of five uninterrupted songs, Misty announced that they were going to play a home-grown song and introduced Jasper. She went through the rest of the band, too, something she had forgotten to...
She was running, not knowing where. It was nighttime and foggy, she was beginning to feel cold. She had run out of the house just wearing her white T-shirt and blue jeans and had not even stopped to put shoes on. The road was cold against her bare feet, but she continued to run. Tears ran down her face and besides getting cold, she was getting tired. Suddenly she tripped and she was on the ground, crying out in pain as her arms slid against the pavement. She laid her head down continuing to cry...
Milton and I both knew what kind of show as Dawn has done many shows with Ruff. She loves that dog and that dog loves to love her. Dawn whistled and Ruff came bounding down the stairs. Dawn goes over to the closet and brings out a stool; the special padded one that she uses for her shows. Ruff knew exactly what that stool was for and he started to get all excited. We watched as Dawn laid down on the stool on her back with her legs spread and Ruff went straight in to lick her pussy. The stool...
The honey blond attorney sat at her mirrored dresser in her delicately decorated bedroom with the huge four poster bed with the damask canopy. She looked at her familiar face and donned the long black wig she had taken a fancy to in the past year. The fact that it made her feel adventurous and a little naughty was not an unpleasant feeling at all. Misty thought back to her interview with the senior partner, Mr. Weinstein in his office suite on the top floor of the firm's upscale office...
Misty: When Larry had gotten home from work, she had explained to him that Robert was coming over later to talk to them. Larry was not happy to say the least. She didn’t explain to him the reason, thinking it would be better not to. At 8:00, the doorbell rang, and Robert was there. She was not surprised that he had changed clothes, dressing in a business suit, much like he did when talking to his clients. ‘Hi Robert, come in. ‘ She told him and led him into the living room where Larry was...
She was scared as they wheeled her into the operating room. ?Hi Misty? said the cheery voice of a young doctor. ?I’m the one who’s going to make sure you have wonderful dreams?. Misty smiled weakly as she was helped onto the operating table. She lay down, feeling exposed beneath his gaze in the thin white gown. He moved round to the side of her and she felt a sudden sting as he inserted an IV into the back of her hand. Tears started welling in her eyes and she blinked them away quickly. ?This...
Introduction: We have some fun in the midst of an innocent school play. Rubbing my eyes groggily, I awoke to the sound of my glowing red alarm clock beeping. I strained my arms and legs which were stiff from the night, and opened my eyes to the pool of sunlight spilling through the window adjacent to my desk. It was going to be a good day. It had been three days since that fateful Chemistry class in which Id risked everything and succeeded, making Katie Quinn, the sex goddess of my high school...
She was always there. Day after day, at the same time, at the same street, and walking the same confident way. Her strides were long; her back was straight; her long brunette hair was either in a ponytail or swaying about in the wind. She oozed class and sophistication. I never saw her in jeans, slacks or shorts, always in various designer skirts or dresses. Top of the line shoes adorned her feet from pumps, to sandals, to six inch high heels.I could always tell when she had important business...
SeductionMisty: She had hated leaving Robert that way and would have preferred spending the entire day in his arms, but she couldn’t. He had already seen more than enough when he had lifted her sweater and there was no way she wanted to explain any of that to him. What happened between them this morning, had erased those memories even if just briefly and it also gave her the strength to get through the weekend, knowing she would be with him again on Monday. Larry was in a foul mood when he got home...
The very impressive Ms. Misty Weston-Jones was still on her knees in front of the beaming Mister Weinstein Sr. not having quite taken him along to the moment of truth, as it were, with regard to the impending release of his stored up male juices. He was most appreciative of her splendid efforts and patted her on top of head telling her in a somewhat shaky voice, "You are doing quite well, my dear, I am almost there now. Kindly be a good girl and swallow it all down so as not to stain my...
Amanda looked across the table at Rodney. “So, is everything taken care of?” she asked. “No problems,” said Rodney firmly. “We got her a room at the Prairie Star Bed and Breakfast.” “Why not the hotel?” asked Amanda. “It was booked up,” said Rodney. “Everything is booked up. I had to call in a favor from Mattie, at the Prairie Star. I told her we’d work in some commercials for her.” “Is it a nice place?” “For a hundred year old stone house, it’s gorgeous,” said Rodney. “Plus it has lots...
It had been three days since that fateful Chemistry class in which I'd risked everything and succeeded, making Katie Quinn, the sex goddess of my high school junior year, cum her sweet juices all over my hand in the middle of our lab presentation. Since she hadn't even been particularly angry, maybe even satisfied, I hadn't worried about the consequences after school that day, and rightfully so; since then, we hadn't had time to be alone, but that certainly didn't refute flirting and...
I The knock at my door kinda scared me; it was hard and sudden, like someone was smacking it with piece of metal. I leapt from the couch and just about landed in front of the door. I don't remember actually taking any steps to the door at all, just yanking the door open; fuck, it's possible I didn't even have my feet on the ground when I yanked the door open. However, I probably don't remember because I suddenly found myself staring down the barrel of a .45 revolver loaded with hollow points....
Part 6 - Caroline's Sissification Mrs. Monet was now going to really put the spurs to her sissy stepson and force him to live a life of sissified faggot. With Carl still lying on the floor with sissy cream stains all over his pantyhose and panties she began taking pictures of sissy stepson. "What are you doing, I want to change," said Carl. "Oh, no just because you popped your cookies doesn't mean its over, you pathetic faggot. I now have evidence what a pervert you are and I...