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"Alina, can I ask you something?" The 15-year-old girl was sitting at a lunch table with her best friend, Karen Matthews. It was Wednesday of the last week of the game and for once no one had grabbed her for a fuck during lunch period. Alina had considered skipping it anyway but had decided she missed seeing her friends. She'd been avoiding most of them since the Game had started: seeing them reminded her of her real life, the one she would be returning to soon, and that made her feel...
"Your final submitted score is 92," Heather said. "Jessica only has 73." Alina smiled. "Thank God!" she said into her cell phone. It was so good to find out her victory was official. "Wait," Heather said. "I've got another call. Hang on a sec." "Okay," Alina said. While she waited her own phone beeped indicating another call. "Darn," Alina murmured. When she checked the caller ID, though, she smiled. As much as she wanted to talk with Heather about winning the Game, this...
After school the following Friday, Day 5 of the Game, Alina was at her computer and she nervously typed in the Game's website address. She entered her special username and password and instantly the images of her and her competitors appeared on the monitor. She sighed in relief when she saw that her image came up first. She'd ended the previous day in second place for the first time, down two points behind some Senior she'd never met named Chloe. Mr. Senders had given each of her tits a...
That left Alina, Jerry’s purchased wife. The report made it clear that she knew for some time that something was going on, but she was loyal to her husband instead of my grandfather, so she did not report her questions. Grandfather had selected her specifically to please her husband, watch him closely and report. If Astrid had been a woman, she would have reported at the first sign. But Alina was ashamed her husband found pleasure with a man. As the missing amounts got bigger, she had aided...
Hi friends mera Naam Hassan tariq hai or main 2nd year ka student hun. and im 19 years old. ajj main app ko apni aik real story sunanay ja raha hun. yeh baat ajj say koi 1 saal purani hai jb main 1st year main perta tha or us waqt meri umer 18 saal thi. germion ki chuttian chal rahi thin, main jis academy main perta tha wahan k englkish k teacher k saath meri bohat ziada frankness thi. aik din us nain muj say poocha k yar app log kaam kia kertay ho, kiun k main bohat well dress rehta hota tha....
"You still dominate the Game, Alina. Even though you've barely earned any points this week the 52 you earned last Friday still gives you a commanding lead." "Yes, Mr. Senders," Alina said. She was totally nude, in his office, and in the usual position. To her relief he was alone which meant he wouldn't be sharing her with any of his friends or colleagues today. She tried to keep her eyes off the steel ruler in his hand, though, since she'd yet to see him hold it without using it. He...
"Hey, check it out," Dean said to his friends. The high school seniors glanced down the hallway in the direction Dean was nodding and they instantly spotted the prettiest sophomore in school: Alina Rogers. She was at her locker and was studying her class schedule. As always the prim-and-proper girl looked sexy even in her prim-and-proper clothes. It'd been months since the boys had seen the girl they'd dubbed the "most fuckable Freshman" the year before. It was a title they'd...
Chapter 11: The Morning After I awoke with a start, confused and for a moment or two scared of my surroundings... Where was I? What the hell was going on? I let my eyes slowly adjust to the dim light coming in through the blinds in front of me, and watched as the room came into focus. There was a bed across from me, and I scanned the occupant quickly. There was a gorgeous girl in her mid 20s, lying on her side on the bed. She wasn't under any blanket, but was instead out in the open...
Copyright Otto26, 2007 * The dungeon corridors had very low ceilings, such that Abigail was forced to bow her head. The torch of the guard in front of her danced in the puddled water on the rough-hewn stone floor and left thick ropes of smoke that quickly blended into the darkness. Even in the relative warmth of the Hungarian spring the tunnels were cold and the sound of coughing echoed through them. Abigail pressed a handkerchief over her mouth and nose and shivered for a moment within her...
Professor Steuber ging unruhig in seinem Büro auf und ab. In nur drei Tagen musste er seinen Vortrag auf einer Fachtagung halten und war noch längst nicht mit dem Manuskript fertig. Er versank geradezu in Arbeit und hatte seine kostbare Zeit ausgerechnet jetzt noch mit der Beratung seiner Studenten verbringen müssen. Was für eine Verschwendung! Steuber trat ans Bücherregal, zog eines der dicken Regelwerke heraus und suchte eine Textstelle, als es an der Tür klopfte. "Ja bitte?", rief er...
So, the ending to this story has taken foooooreeever... But I am so glad I actually get to finish it for you all! I have just been so busy doing my own thing, that this was further down my list of To-Do's, but, I hope you enjoy it! Sorry to leave you hanging for so long! Love, Ashley ---------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 13: The Wedding and The End I got ready for the wedding on autopilot, and definitely found myself moving much faster than I...
When the door to his office opened the sight of young, beautiful Alina Rogers was everything Jerry Senders had hoped for. The once haughty, self-assured girl looked utterly defeated and confused. Her skin was paler than normal and there was a sad expression on her pretty face. She seemed surprised to see him and she glanced back down at the pass she was holding in her hand. "Jerry?" she said. "Sorry, I'm ... Mrs. Simon wanted to see me. Excuse me..." "Take a seat, Alina," he said...
On the last day of the Game, Alina was still twenty points ahead of her only remaining rival, Jessica Mackson. Success in the Game wasn't without its price, however. Her social life at school was basically ruined. Except for Karen all of her friends had stopped even trying to contact her. Plus, no one at Bible study took her seriously anymore. None of the students who attended said anything about the Game but she could feel their judging eyes and hear their giggling whispers while she tried...
I showed up at my twin brother’s place unannounced. When I rang the bell, there was no answer so I figured Adam and his wife, Alina, went out. I stooped to get the key they kept under the floor mat and let myself in. I throw my bag somewhere and sat on the couch trying to find the remote to the TV. As I was about to turn it on, I realized that someone’s in the shower. I walk over to it. The door was ajar and I could see my sister in law’s hot body in full view. The water running down her body...
Cheating WifesChapter 11: The Girlfriend Felicia and I sat on my couch together, both with a glass of wine in our hands. She had asked for a glass of wine, but had said nothing else since walking through my door. She had just sat on the couch, staring at me as I moved about my apartment and poured the glasses. I just sat there, sipping on the wine and feeling silly and shameful... I should have known this was going to happen... How could it not? I secretly hated her for not showing up earlier and...
"Mmm, that's good," I moan happily as Alina's soft lips slide down the length of my cock, engulfing me in the warm wetness of her eager mouth. I look down to see her beautiful green eyes gazing up at me, twinkling mischievously as she slowly pulls back until the head of my throbbing penis is positioned just in front of her lips. Strings of saliva link her mouth to my cock as she smiles impishly and flicks her tongue lightly around my helmet, tasting the precum that is already oozing out. I...
RomanceI’m 20 and my biggest problem is that I’m absolutely not interested in girls my age and younger. I love mature babes, you know really old ones. I like when they’re 60 years old and senior, I just love when they have really big asses. I’m ready for anything just to fuck an elderly lady’s sexy ass. It’s all due to the story that happened soon after I turned 18. That summer I was fucking Mrs. Lopez who was 69. That’s how it happened.I visited my aunt Judy. She was old too and she often asked me to...
Originally posted to http://www.celebritystoryarchive.comCelebs: Abigail BreslinCodes: M/f, M+/f, enema, modification, Young, size, teen, toys, WaterSport, Swallowing, Tit Torture, S/M, BDSM, hair, bondage, Rape, spoof, reluctant, mc, humiliation, torture, nc, Forced, Extreme, HeavyWARNING: This story contains themes that may be offensive or disturbing to some. Obviously, this is a work of fiction.http://i.imgur.com/x0PaQ7X.jpgAbigail Breslin brushed a lock of her long, brown hair behind her...
Fictional story where names are mentioned is purely coincidental.It was a cold winters evening and Abigail was waiting for Gerry to come back after being on a work trip for 2 weeks, Abigail and Gerry had been married six months only being able to spend about 2 months in total, due to work commitments on both parts, they had met via friends and fell for each other at first sight, Abigail was stunning long raven black hair a perfect figure and deep brown eyes, Gerry had a brother Simon that only...
Foreword.It is a sad fact of life that many of our teenage children come off the tracks. There are many hypotheses that try to explain how it is, our society cannot cater for the younger generation, how it fails them at a fundamental level and leaves them to learn and fend for themselves. We teach our children the usual things, History, Geography, to read and write, numerical skills, but we seem to have forgotten how to teach them social graces and how to behave.But, for a large slice of the...
BDSMIt is a sad fact of life that many of our teenage children come off the tracks. There are many hypotheses that try to explain how it is, our society cannot cater for the younger generation, how it fails them at a fundamental level and leaves them to learn and fend for themselves. We teach our children the usual things, History, Geography, to read and write, numerical skills, but we seem to have forgotten how to teach them social graces and how to behave. But, for a large slice of the...
This is my first try… Leave comments to what you think could be improved! * * * It was six oclock on Friday night when Abigail began to make her way down the street towards the OLachlan house. She grumbled under her breath. There were plenty of things that she would rather be doing on a Friday night that didnt involve babysitting two teenage brats. Her mother had pressured her into babysitting the OLachlans kids, though Abigail didnt see why they needed babysitting. The oldest, Jacob, was...
"What were ye doing?" A stern voice cried, and the woman helped Abigail to her feet. "What were ye up to? Silly lass. Nearly got yourself killed." Abigail swayed slightly as she stood on her feet and the woman parked Abigail on a garden wall. "I'm fine," Abigail muttered, but the woman told her to stay there while she parked the car out of the middle of the road, and then escorted the teenage girl some stairs for a "cup of tea." Abigail's foot hurt, and her ankle was sore. She...
ABIGAIL MAKING PEOPLE HAPPY On Wednesday afternoon at the private school, Abigail could be found in the gymnasium with the three physical education teachers. Lori Johnson, Bart Wilson and Gary Thornton were naked and coupled together on an exercise mat. Gary had his stiff dick buried in Abigail’s incredible sexy student as Lori munched on the teen’s tasty pussy. Bart with his cock in Abigail’s mouth waited patiently for his turn at her marvelous ass. Abigail was on all fours with Lori beneath...
Dennis was a little surprised to see 14 year old Abigail standing at the front door totally naked. He knew that they’d be alone during school hours for the next 3 days but he’d expected her to spend most of the time in her room either reading or playing electronic games and when she did come out she’d be wearing her PE skirt like she had quite a lots over the previous days. “Can you check me like you do Mandy please Dennis?” “What do you mean Abi?” “Everyone knows that you used to put your...
Chapter 8: The Neighbor I awoke the next morning feeling insanely relaxed. I lay there for a while, with my eyes shut, not thinking about anything and just enjoying the feeling. When I did open my eyes, I was shocked to see how I was still dressed. My breasts looked huge, and I couldn't see past them. I sat up and looked down at my body... How had it come to this? This wasn't a man's body anymore. Why couldn't I stop? I slowly wriggled out of the outfit and my lingerie, and...
I have received several emails asking if I am a hypnotist. Yes, I am. My stories are based on facts (and fantasy) but are not actual occurrences. Everything depicted is possible. Questions or comments are welcome. * * * * * I had just finished a partnership meeting when Jeff came up to me. ‘Mike, you are a hypnotist, right?’ He was towering over me as he said that. I am tall, but Jeff is gigantic. He is a six foot eight, former basketball player. He was also a terrific salesman. Jeff has been...
"Oh. You." "Nice way to greet your sister," Diane said. The woman pushed past him and walked into her brother's apartment but immediately stopped. "Jesus Christ, Jerry! Look at this place!" Jerry Senders sighed, closed the door, and turned to his sister. He looked around and saw what she saw: a disaster. He hadn't cleaned the place in over a week and the evidence was obvious. Empty beer bottles littered his coffee table, the wood floor, the counter that divided the room from the...
I have received several emails asking if I am a hypnotist. Yes, I am. My stories are based on facts (and fantasy) but are not actual occurrences. Everything depicted is possible. Questions or comments welcome. * * * * * Jeff was very content for about two weeks. I was finishing a sales meeting when Jeff, looking puzzled, said to me: ”Would you talk to Abigail. She has been acting strange lately and I think it has something to do with the hypnosis thing.” “How has she been acting strange?” ...
Dear ISS readers, this is my first sex story and I would like to share my experience; an experience of a 19-year-old introvert girl, attracted only towards girls, interested in their body, struggling to convince them to share intimacy. Any self-respecting, shapely, nymphomaniac lesbian like me would look for an alternate source for carnal pleasures. There was this girl in my junior college who I found to be of my type. When I saw her for the first time in college, I had to rush myself...
LesbianAbigail Slaughter was a woman of passion. Many of Abigail’s co-workers thought she was temperamental, the more charitable amongst them said, fiery, those that had disliked her from the get go said psychotic. None of these people had ever noticed that Abigail’s signature on any and all documentation carried an apostrophe after her given name and, that she never left a space between that and her family name. Most of Abigail’s friends would not have been surprised at this open secret, because they...
Moira opened the door and walked over to a table clicking her fingers and calling for her sister. Abigail scowled as she came over. "What d'ya want?" "Ah ya cannae talk tae customers like t'at?" Moira shouted, and Abigail glanced over towards Pauline. "Ah'll have a pot of tea and a slice of cake. Abigail picked up her pad and walked over to the till, ringing through the cost and printing out the receipt. Pauline snapped at her for talking to Moira like she did and Abigail poured hot...
"Come on," Lisa pleaded and Alistair shook his head. "OK we'll be good to ya, won't we Abigail? Abigail wanna say sorry." The flamboyant teenage girl nodded, and Lisa begged the teenage boy to join them, but he shook his head. "I cannae leave the shop. Not 'til my Dad gets back." "We're wasting our time," Abigail moaned. "And I wanted to help." He winced as Abigail spoke and he wiped his eyes. "I wanna but ah can't." Abigail pursed her lips and rolled her eyes....
Abigail cried as she fell backwards off of the wall but landed in the soft arms of her ex-boyfriend. He stared up at her and cackled gently. "Caught ya." "What d'ya want?" He put his hands underneath her legs and pulled them over the low wall and then righted her. "Ya bloody frightened me." "To share this," he told her and pulled out a small baker's bag from his pocket. She rolled her eyes, and he put his hand in hers. "And a walk." She sighed, and he sniffed. "Ya promised...
=== She had thought that pole dancing was only for strippers, and that as a feminist she should object to it, but her friends kept telling her that it was great for fitness, a genuine skilled artform, and that it made them feel really empowered. Sceptical but interested, Abigail searched online, and found an advertisement for “Pole Dancing for Feminists”, which sounded like the sort of thing she was after. Classes were Wednesdays at 7 pm. She attended her first one, and found herself in a...
We’re cruising along a narrow road – the only markings are the yellow no-parking lines, there’s no centre line, because the road just isn’t wide enough. It’s the kind of road Americans like our hostess, Jenna McCartney would think everyone in England lives on ... Narrow pavements on either side, then hedgerows, then old, terraced houses behind small gardens. We watch the houses flashing by for a few seconds, then slow down before turning into the one-car deep driveway of a particularly old...
WARNING: This story contains extreme racist scenes and slurs. This story takes place in the south before the civil war and is about a Caucasian girl dominating two Afro-Americans. In this story you may find racist slurs and the N-word used frequently. This is only to make the story more realistic and NOT to alienate or offend people of colorABIGAIL’S TWO DAY GIFTApril 10, 1862, Huntsville, AlabamaIt was a beautiful spring day. The sun was shining in the sky and everywhere on the plantation...
If it hadn't been obvious before, it was now; Abigail and Mike were an item. There were a few raised eyebrows, but on the whole, the verdict was 'good for them' and 'Abigail obviously has something going for her'. They spent every moment together that they could; at Uni, or at one or other of their homes, but most of the time they were working or talking, though not entirely without some cuddling and kissing. The key to any successful relationship is communication, but Abigail and Mike...
Margaret knocked stoutly on the door to the flat and Abigail let her in. "Just checkin' you're all right," Margaret told her, putting a bag down on the floor, as Abigail looked alarmed. Margaret looked the young girl up and down, dressed in just a long T-Shirt and Abigail nodded. "Fine," muttered the teenage girl. "What ya up to?" Abigail held out a book. "Readin'," "Most of them are my old books," Margaret muttered. "This used to be my flat and..." She stopped when she saw...
Abigail was gorgeous. Everything I ever looked for in a woman. She was a young college student, around 19-20 years old. She had long tan legs, the absolute perfect figure, long, curly blonde hair and the prettiest baby blue eyes. Only problem Abigail had was that she was married, as was I too. Abigail and John lived next door to us. John was your typical douchebag husband, my wife would notice the different girls he would sneak in and out of their house and Abigail Finally had enough. I...
A social whirl enveloped Gwen after her coming out party. Several times a week she was invited to visit one neighbor or another. She sometimes accompanied her parents, and other times she and her brother went together. Still other times she went alone. Always, though, she returned home with her slit well lubricated and her sexual fires quieted for a few hours. Gwen and Thad were popular socially, for between them they could satisfy the most lascivious and rampant desires of men or women....
"Yer late!" The plump girl asked her sister as she straightened her clothes in the floor-length mirror. Abigail looked around and sniffed at her podgy sister before turning round to face her. She swept her long brown hair back and picked up some toast from the kitchen table. "You turned off my alarm," Abigail moaned. "Dae talk mince," Moira spat back instantly and took a bite of another slice of toast. Abigail licked her lips as she ate her breakfast and poured some tea into a cup....
"You clatty cow," Moira cried out as she burst into the room. Quentin stared at her and she pushed him off her sister, laying out in her bed. "Yer a clatty bitch. 'E's mine." "Then fuck him," Abigail replied. "Yer just a frigid witch. Yer fuck things up for everyone." Moira grabbed Abigail's throat, and the younger girl kicked her sister away from her. "He just liked me better." "No," Quentin muttered but neither sister was listening. "'Cause I ain't fat like you."...
Abigail was nervous as she rang the bell on the door to the solicitors. "Come in," she heard shouted and she nervously pushed open the door and walked up the stairs to the second floor; it was above a large newsagents, and she was smiled at by the middle aged woman. "This is Jake, my legal partner." "Partner?" "Work partners," she told her. Jake was at least ten years younger than Margaret and had short black hair on top of a grinning face and a stocky body. "Hey, no more...
Abigail sat nervously in the reception area of the international acting school, biting her nails. She flicked her hair back and studied the handful of other candidates, all frantically reciting words under their breath or reading intently from books. Shona squeezed her daughter's arm as she put down and then picked up her book, taking deep breaths and opening it to the page, before closing it again. "Yer just a wee bit nervous," she told her and Abigail didn't respond. It was the...
"No good?" The burly figure of her father sat next to her and looked into his daughter's misty eyes. She shook her head. "Not past the first," she muttered. "Stoopid dreamin'," Moira told her. "Ya not gonna be in those silly films ya watch. Ah've told you hunners ae times." "That's enough," Shona told her eldest daughter who shovelled her dinner into her mouth. "What's got-in-tae ya?" "She," Moira spat as bits of potato hit her disappointed sister. "She tried to chat...
"It's nice," Simon conceded as he returned to the lounge. "Just one thing missin'," he told her with a grin. "A naked Abigail." "Yeah, and on me knees with me face in ya lap..." Abigail told him with a smile. "I ain't that easy." "Well..." She looked at him and he pursed his lips. "Lisa said you wanted to run a sex school for desperate young men." The teenager laughed loudly. "Not quite," she moaned. "But ... well." She walked into the kitchen, and he followed her as...
Of all the celebrities, actresses, models, singers and just otherwise beautiful people that I've ever dealt with, none come even close to the word "diva" as much as Jennifer Lopez. A recently embarrassing episode that got out into the press was Jennifer's insistence on a specially tailored trailer for her 15 minute performance at the recent September 11th benefit. Needless to say, I put as much spin on it as I could. But being a diva has it's benefits - most of the time. Right now was...
Their reconciliation marked the beginning of a perfect summer. There were very few days they weren't together, though some of them were taken up with study. Mike took Abigail to Norton Aerodrome at Lightwood. A former barrage-balloon site, it had been taken over by the Council as a driver-training centre, where, for a small fee a potential learner driver could be taken to acquire the rudiments of vehicle handling. It was also used for CBT, the training now required of would-be motor-cyclists...
Abigail was both excited and nervous; she couldn't remember the last time she'd gone clothes shopping with her mother and for several years she'd got by with a combination of generic jeans – not form-fitting ones – and loose jumpers and hoodies. They rode into town on the bus. "Now, love," her mother said, "I don't think you want to be trendy, do you? Tell me if I'm wrong, but you'd like ... what was his name, Mike? ... to see you as an attractive young woman, but you don't really...
Abigail had felt shy about meeting her parents when she got in the house. Her mother had 'accidentally' emerged from her room heading for the bathroom just at the right moment to meet her. "Good night, love?" The smile on her daughter's face was enough answer, but; "Lovely, thanks, Mum." "'Night, then. Sleep well!" And she did ... tired, even drained, but content, dreaming of love's embrace. Thursday morning, mid-morning she was in the cafeteria with a cup of coffee in front...
White girls do not change, even christian church girls. He also noted that her inexperience couldn't be any more obvious. She continually watched him as she displayed herself, seeking evidence of his interest in her with quick glances at his crotch. Now not wearing the protection of her blue checked shirt, she flaunted her 34C breasts, already swelled with excitement, pulling her shoulders back and allowing her taut, deep pink teats to press against the thin material of her half cup bra...
100% fiction! Chapter I (Faith’s Party) Marcie, my beautiful, beautiful 18 year old daughter, with dark brown hair as bright and glossy as a sable’s pelt, enchanting hazel eyes, the face of an angel and a budding body that would drive young men crazy; small high proud breasts, a wisp of a waist and flaring hips, a cute derriere, rounded and full, my daughter Marcie. She was smart as a whip, too, a straight A student, I was so very, very proud of her. She was my pride and joy. My wife had been...
IncestSherise was not a happy bunny. She'd thought she'd sorted Abigail, but here they were, obviously even closer than they had been, their body language proclaiming to anyone who had the eyes to see that they were intimate. What made it worse was the emotion in Abigail's expression when she looked at Sherise ... pity. She had no right to pity Sherise; just because she'd picked up one of her discards, even if Sherise had been intending to claim him back once he'd gained a proper understanding...
There was a knock on the front door of the terraced house and Abigail looked up. "Not fer me," she muttered and stared at Moira and her parents sat around the table. Moira groaned and threw her fork down on the plate, striding down the small hall and flinging open the door. Her eyes narrowed when she saw the face of her ex-boyfriend and went to close it when her put his foot in the door. "Moira, please. Ah wanna spa'k to you." She snorted. "Yer screwed that dirty bitch," she cried....
Introduction: Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends TAG, YOURE IT!!! Bloo slaps Mac on the back of his head, before scurrying off down the hall of Fosters House. Mac rubs his head and chases after him. They run in & out of the multiple rooms of the house, over furniture and past fellow housemates. The chase spills back out into the hallway as the two speed past the bathroom, where Frankie is seen wearing a tight, strapless Black Dress. Shes standing in front of the mirror applying lipstick to her...
The chase is on again. Mac is taking his time running, until he looks back and sees Bloo gaining on him. They’re both sprinting at top speed, knocking over anything & everything that’s not nailed down in the hallway. Mac reaches a Dead End in the hall, but makes a U-Turn and leaps over Bloo as he speeds off back the way he came. Bloo turns around, not looking too happy. “GRRR! You won’t escape me, Mac!” They retrace their steps as they run through the hall, leaping over the debris they caused...
Sitting in a cold room agonizing over the exact curvature of his lips, should they be more angular and hard or more giving and soft? His eyes should be a piercing blue that could cause a woman to lose her very thoughts. His body should be hard yet soft enough to give when she curled up next to his heat on a cold wintry night like tonight. Macayla, Mac to all her friends, sat pondering the image in her head. She could see him perfectly, as she had always...
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