Mackenzie Mace
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Chapter One If only he had left early that day, he'd think back much later, if only. If only he had slipped out just three, tiny, little minutes early, and he would never have been caught up in this predicament. And he never would have lost his old life. Yeah, if only. Hindsight is 20/20 after all. It started on a Friday. The weekend was just a few ticks of the clock away. Jon Darrow sat staring intently at the clock on his computer when he heard a knock on the cubicle wall...
This story contains themes of lesbianism and incest, including graphic descriptions of sexual activity. If such material is in any way off-putting or offensive to you, please do not read any further. All characters are at least 18 years of age. The names have been changed to protect the innocent—and those who become a bit less innocent as events run their course. I really hope you enjoy it. I was the only one in our family to call her Francesca. Everyone else had her down as Fran or Aunt Fran,...
Incest::AUTHORS NOTE - Hey everyone. I just want to say sorry for the delay in part three being released. Sometimes life interferes and life gets busy. I've worked hard on this part and hopefully everyone will enjoy where the story is taking us. Thanks so much for all the feedback on Part Two. It's very much appreciated. I hope to have Part Four up after the holidays. I also recommend going back and re-reading Part One and Part Two as a refresher. Thanks! - Angela::: Chapter One It was a...
[And yes, please vote and leave comments. They are always most appreciated.] I was the only one in our family to call her Francesca. Everyone else had her down as Fran or Aunt Fran, but not I. It was just something I'd started as a little kid. I guess I just adored her name, the exotic way it rolled off my tongue; that, and maybe, the unspoken implication that we enjoyed some bond over and above that shared between her and the rest of our family. Francesca was my Mom's younger sister; baby...
This is a story of pure fantasy, any resemblance to any place or any person,living or dead, is purely coincidental.___________________________________________________________________________________________________Let me start at the beginning. My name's Francesca, and I'm an anal slut. I love the feeling of something slipping and sliding and slamming in and out of my ass, the bigger the better.I had the most intense punishment last night; it was so amazing I had to put pen to paper while I let...
::AUTHOR'S NOTE:: I just want to thank everyone for the very, very lovely feedback on part one and I hope you enjoy part two. I apologize for the delay and hope part three will not take as long. To get everyone up to speed I definitely recommend reading part one first. A quick refresher, Jon Darrow is an out of work, young man in his twenties. After becoming desperate with his bills piling up his best friend Clara suggests he take a role as a paid extra in a commercial that is being shot...
"The helicopter is fine, Commander. All it needs is a bit more fuel in the tank and we're away to the mainland." Angela nodded and thanked her deputy. "I hope you didn't forget to wet the ropes, Francesca." Francesca assured her leader that Annie was trussed as tightly as she had ever been and her arms and legs should be half way out of their sockets in a day or so. Angela looked serious. "I just hope it teaches her not disobey orders. Of course, I guessed she would speak to...
I had been meaning to call Francesca but my studies got in the way for most of the remaining week. I took a break on Thursday evening and called the number she had given me. The heavily accented voice of an older woman answered the phone. "May I speak to Francesca, please?" The woman didn't respond, but I could hear her call Francesca and say a few words in Italian, I guessed. "Grazie, Momma," I heard her say as she took the phone. "Hello?" "Hi Francesca, it's Dal Larson calling....
As usual I won't recap Bridge Of Sighs, you will have to read it first.So we got to the last - but - one day of our trip. I had suggested to Richard that we .. or I try to get 'our waitress' in for a threesome. I had seen her with her girlfriend so I knew she was gay or bi. I was reasonably confident she'd fancy me, but of course she might have been you know FAITHFUL! MONOGAMOUS! a GOOD girl!I sure hoped not.I told Richard, rather teasing him, that if he approached her she'd think he was an old...
Day Fourteen Meanwhile, Francesca had reported back to Angela and was helping to build the raft. It was a pretty ramshackle affair, but would serve its purpose. It consisted of a number of variously sized and shaped bits of tree, driftwood and furniture salvaged from the wreck. A professional job it was very definitely not! By noon it was ready and by three in the afternoon, the last of the cases was ashore. There had been many anxious moments as the extraordinary contraption had made its...
Day Thirteen (Of Joanne's Ordeal) "How was Joanne" asked Frieda. "Still pretty rough, I'm afraid. Can't expect much else after that... you know... I mean - all that lovely smooth skin of hers that was starting to look so nice again - and now it's all raw like a slab of meat. At least she's not bleeding any more but she's lost a lot of blood Frieda. That bitch! I hope Jo kills her when she gets out." Frieda said nothing at first. Then she answered Francesca. "I've seen plenty of...
It was three weeks after that three hundred solid applications of the whip before either girl felt like sticking her neck out again. Thry might be brave, but they weren't exactly suicidal! Lieutenant Harrison was eagle eyed in her anxiety to get the pair back under the lash! Our heroines knew this and were most careful and not to get a fresh flaying before they were ready. Then it would be child's play to get into trouble again! By this time both girls were fired up and ready to go. Both...
Note: Please take a moment to rate this, and if you rate 3 or less, please just leave a constructive comment. I'm new to writing; I'm just sketching out memories here, trying to get the right balance between detail and dialogue. Your feedback and encouragement will help me when it comes to writing fiction and fantasy. By the way, Francesca is an Italian name, so is pronounced Franchesca. On we go... --------------------------------"Fuckit! She's only got that nasty soya milk in the fridge,...
Anal"Who was that, Albert?" asked Miss Merridew, Francesca's housekeeper. "Somebody for the mistress. I said she was away from home. The lady didn't give her name." "You should have asked. It might have been important. I'm worried about her up in those cold hills without a stitch of clothing all year round. I know she's used to hardship, but I still think of her as the little girl who came crying to me after the old Master had beaten her. I worry a lot. She always wrote once a week and...
FRANCESCA by bobby Frank was driving down Oak Street, looking for the house where his friend Rick said the party would be. He couldn't wait to meet this Filipina broad he'd been promised would be there. He loved Asian girls, and was getting pretty excited. He'd always heard that they were pretty submissive and would basically do whatever a guy wanted, but he'd never had an opportunity to ever bag one. "Tonight's the night.", he smiled to himself. (As you can see, Frank didn't...
Note: For our American readers, the word "pants" mean underpants here, and "Slug and Lettuce" is a chain of pubs. For legal reasons I should probably point out that I have never been served slug! Finally, I use British English spellings, what with being British and that. This is a true story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy remembering it. Part One: I met Francesca at one of those "Sport for All" events where volunteers from various sports try to persuade an increasingly...
AnalTwo extremely battered girls stood before the CO, after having spent the night in a bare cell. They were sure it would be the first of many nights of confinement! Francesca's right eye was almost closed and Frieda had a swelling like a golf ball on her cheek bone. They both knew that this was only the beginning of their woes! "I have lost all patience with you two! I have a difficult enough job to do and half my time is spent dealing with the aftermath of your reign of terror and...
Ever since I was young, I was treated differently. My mom's friends would always comment on how pretty I was with my slender body, long eyelashes and bright green eyes. I spent a lot of time on my own growing up. My father left when I was a teen and my mom and older sister were always out of the house, which meant I spent a lot of time playing by myself. When I was seventeen, I noticed that my body wasn't changing as much as my friends. I seemed to lack any manly characteristics and my penis...
TransThis story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any place or anyperson,living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is an original story. Francesca's Extreme Anal Diary Chapter 2 -------------------------------------------------------------------- So, diary, where was I? That shit felt good; but damn, I wish I couldfind where Greg hides 'my' dildos. I'm still recovering; but shit! Ireally want something up my ass right now while I write this, and I don'thave anything. ...
Note: Please take a moment to rate this, and if you rate 3 or less, please just leave a constructive comment. I’m new to writing, I’m just sketching out memories here, trying to get the right balance between detail and dialogue. Your feedback and encouragement will help me when it comes to writing fiction and fantasy. By the way, Francesca is an Italian name, so is pronounced Franchesca. On we go… ——————————– ‘Fuckit! She’s only got that nasty soya milk in the fridge, and you can’t make a...
My beautiful Aunt Francesca slid her fingers slowly up and down the lips of my vagina, skillfully and urgently exploring every fold of my sensitive places. I was completely naked on her couch, where she found me rubbing myself just a few minutes before. Her eyes moved up and down my body slowly as my breathing became uneven. I felt my breasts bouncing slightly as my tummy twitched when she touched me. I liked watching her watch me. She was erotically fascinated with my body, I could tell."Have...
If you knew me back in high school, then you would know that I am not the crazy type. I never seen or heard things that were not there. Indeed, I am about the non-craziest person you might know but the event I had experienced on that fateful night was certainly real. I know that you might not believe me but I know what I saw and I cannot forget the things that were done to me. My friends knew me as Mackenzie and I was a twenty year old college student with a down to earth kind of mind. Most...
If you knew me back in high school, then you would know that I am not the crazy type. I never seen or heard things that were not there. Indeed, I am about the non-craziest person you might know but the event I had experienced on that fateful night was certainly real. I know that you might not believe me but I know what I saw and I cannot forget the things that were done to me. My friends knew me as Mackenzie and I was a twenty year old college student with a down to earth kind of mind. Most...
SupernaturalNote: For our American readers, the word ‘pants’ mean underpants here, and ‘Slug and Lettuce’ is a chain of pubs. For legal reasons I should probably point out that I have never been served slug! Finally, I use British English spellings, what with being British and that. This is a true story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy remembering it. Part One: I met Francesca at one of those ‘Sport for All’ events where volunteers from various sports try to persuade an increasingly...
Francesca Schiavone****age 29 Almost the whole world, didnt think she had a chance.She is the first Italian woman, to win a Grand Slam single. 6-4 7-6 at the French Open. Also Venus and Serena Williams won their fourth consecutive major doubles title Friday at the French Open. 6-2 6-3Serena is #1 Venus is now #2 in singles. Also the Williams sister are now #1 in doubles. Schiavone #17 will be rank in the top 10 after the great job she did at the French Open. A few pictures...
Chapter Thirteen: Sultry Genies Naughty Competition By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Corey Derrickson – Wednesday, September 9th The four genies' delightful mouths all pressed into my cock. They knelt around me as I lay on the bed in the center of my new dorm suite. The genies had arranged that, too. They wanted me close at hand. Their tongues all fluttered against my cock. Four of them at once, bathing my shaft. It was delicious....
Chapter Twelve: Exposing the Naughty Genies By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Characters Main Characters Corey Derrickson: College senior, friend of Kyle Unmei, given the chance to marry one of four genie, each from a different tribe, if he can find them at St. Maria Theodora Catholic School! Aleah Buckley: Corey's first sex slave. College senior. He claimed her after Kyle suggested she'd be a good candidate for starting Corey's harem. Tania...
Robert Langhans saß angespannt in seinem großen Sessel und las konzentriert in einem Bericht den ihm seine Sekretärin am morgen auf seinen großen, modernen, gläsernen Schreibtisch gelegt hatte. Langhans war der Chef des Forschungslabors III der Biggehaus Gen-Food Co. und das was er aus diesem Bericht entnahm war nicht gerade dazu angetan ihn in naher Zukunft beruhigter schlafen zu lassen. Es handelte sich um die Analyse eines Versuchs den seine Firma in einem freien Gelände mit genverändertem...
Chapter Eight: Submissive Genie's Cherry Love By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Characters Main Characters Corey Derrickson: College senior, friend of Kyle Unmei, given the chance to marry one of four genie, each from a different tribe, if he can find them at St. Maria Theodora Catholic College! Aleah Buckley: Corey's first sex slave. College senior. He claimed her after Kyle suggested she'd be a good candidate for starting Corey's...
Hoofdstuk 1. Ik heb een baan. Bij een accountantskantoor. Zoiets van onderaan beginnen. Ik ben ook pas achttien jaar. Middelbare opleiding gedaan. Er zit wel een maar aan. Het is in Den Haag en ik woon in een klein dorpje een stukje buiten Arnhem. Ik heb wel al gezocht naar woonruimte in Den Haag, maar dat is tot nu toe op niets uitgelopen. Dus reis ik elke morgen van Arnhem naar Den Haag en aan het eind van de middag weer van Den Haag naar Arnhem. En dat doe ik nu al twee...
It was so close he could imagine its spherical smoothness in his hands. No matter how strong he would clutch, it will never break. It was a quarter of a whole, yet, for him, it was more perfect than any of the alternatives out there. Zax averted his outward attention from the young woman to the hallway and started walking. The young woman gasped anxiously. Her baby was napping in the nursery and the intruder was proceeding to the hallway. Additionally... She stumbled, fixed her posture...
I breathed a sigh of relief when I got home from Seattle on Saturday the first of July. I'd had only three days shooting and April and her crew took off Thursday morning. I planned to spend a couple days with my family and Dani agreed to stay with me. Thursday and Friday had been good, but also trying, days. Maddie had just turned six years old and would go to first grade in the fall. That meant that she knew everything and would not listen to anyone telling her differently. She was...
13 Genders: Gender 3 By Monsta My name is Aubrey Lawson, and I am a 32 year old woman. Well, I still consider myself a woman, if that means anything. I'm not exactly female in the traditional sense of course, but our society is still very much framed in the old gender binaries despite, well, everything. In any case, I was a woman before all this started and I still look like a woman now, so, I guess I choose to continue to be a woman. For the past 6 years I've been working as an...
13 Genders: Gender 1 By Monsta I watched as the barista wrote my name on a cup with a worn out sharpie. The cup wasn't the size I had asked and paid for, but since it was a bigger size I didn't mention it. Aside from the free size upgrade, I was also grateful she spelled Olivia correctly. I've never seen Olivia spelled with an "e" outside of Starbucks. In fact, I'm fairly sure one time I got a cup with a "k" in my name somewhere. As I watched the young olive skinned woman go about...
Gamindustri. A magical land of scientific and technological progress. The continent is divided into several nations, each protected by one of the Console Patron Units who oversee and guide its inhabitants. In turn, the CPUs are worshiped as goddesses and empowered by the physical manifestation of their people's faith - a mystical energy known as Shares. Much of Gamindustri's history prior to the signing of the Treaty of Friendship is dominated by the Console Wars, an era of devastating battles...
The window air conditioner started squealing around 3am, and it woke me up. I went over and banged on it a few times and it seemed to stop. I crawled back into bed and my wife Tina snuggled up to me from behind and draped her arm over me. "We need to get that replaced," she mumbled sleepily. "Yeah," I said, "I'll probably head to Home Depot tomorrow and..." She interrupted me and said, "Don't worry about it hun. I'll take care of it." She gave me a kiss on my neck, just under my...
The Dapper Gentleman and TransBike were at the North Pole, visiting Santa Claus before the ageless icon of Yule time Joy left on his yearly trip. He had not changed much in all of his years, and very few knew the true tale of his story. The Christmas story of Santa Clause Is Coming to Town was his genesis, but it also continued through Rudolph's stories and his others told by Rankin Bass. Santa had corresponded with Virginia, the girl who'd asked if Santa was real. The resulting...
An unexpected event is about to collapse right into the Earth. According to the experts, this meteor shower won't do anything bad to us; just think about it like shooting stars. They couldn't be more wrong. The day come and the meteor shower happened. As they predicted, nothing wrong happened to humans; at least to some of them. Four remains of the meteors ended up in four strange places, at least strange for a meteor to land. But what can be the consequences of the meteors crashing in those...
Was würdest du sagen, wenn deine Frau dir ohne jede Vorwarnung sagt, sie würde es gerne mal sehen, wie du eine andere Frau fickst? Ich jedenfalls war völlig entsetzt! Kann das sein? Mein liebe Frau fordert mich zum Seitensprung auf? Was sich für manchen vielleicht traumhaft anhört, musste doch irgendeinen Grund haben! Ich wurde mißtrauisch. Hatte sie etwa selbst einen Liebhaber? Solange wir zusammen sind, habe ich sie nie betrogen, weder vor noch nach der Hochzeit. Nicht einmal im Traum hätte...
Keine 2 Jahre ist es nun her gewesen... Als wir miteinander schlussmachten, muss ich zugeben... war ich wohl der treibende Faktor.Selbst dass sich das stetige Gefühl bestätigte, dass etwas nicht stimmte und sie mir fremdging bzw. gehen würde, machte für mich im Einzelnden die Situation nicht weniger Schmerzhaft oder fairer, selbst ihr gegenüber. Doch muss ich sagen, dass es warscheinlich so am besten gewesen ist, da ich in der Beziehung wohl nur in die Enge gedrängt und mich gefangen gefühlt,...
Thank you all for your great response to my first two stories. I was notsure what I should write about next. Some wrote that I should tell moreabout Melly's and my relationship, and some asked to hear about some ofmy college adventures. I have decided to write about a time between thetwo. This is about my childhood friend Pam and how we eventually gottogether after college. I hope you enjoy it. I am GennyPam and I have been friends since 3rd grade. We lived on the same blockin a very Irish...
LesbianImogen and Erica's New Lives ? by: Serena Lawhead Warning: This story contains strong adult situations and graphic sex, so if you are under 18 or are offended by such material go and watch Barney. If however if you are above 18 years of age and are not offended by situations describe above read on :-). I apologise in advance for the last few chapters seeming rushed as I just wanted to finish this story so I could move on to my next. Chapter 1: Change Happens. Ian an...
I’m constantly scouring the internet for the next most fap-worthy content. Of course, lots of shit flops, but every once in a while, I’ll find some dope new content to jerk my dick to that I’ve never seen before. That’s exactly what I was going for this time around. And, well, I wouldn’t be writing this shit if I didn’t find something that piqued my interest. I came across a site full of hot premium 3D and SFM content. Fuck, you cucks know I love big tittied 3D whores just as much as the next...
Premium Hentai SitesThanks to over one hundred days' hard work, extra help from her professors, tutoring from Hermione and other classmates, frequent use of the time turner and not a little talent, Imogen had virtually completed fourth year in her chosen subjects - potions, transfiguration, charms and defence against the dark arts. In this last subject, she was in fact rather ahead of her peers —other than Harry— for her classmates' education in this subject had been quite neglected in their first and second...
Imogen's hour glass chimed softly by her bed, the sound barely audible. Imogen heard it only because she was sleeping very lightly, and had gone to bed only an hour before. She rose, and moving to Hermione's bed, gently woke her friend. The two dressed in silence, undetected by Padma and the snoring Lavender Brown. Reasonably sure that they had not been heard by their two dormitory mates, Hermione and Imogen stepped softly down the stairs to the common room, their way dimly lit by the lumos...
The students were in unusually high spirits as they began to file into the Great Hall for dinner that evening, for all those in third year and up were permitted to visit Hogsmeade the next day - except for the few who lacked parental permission slips or who were denied permission as a particularly cruel form of detention, the misery of these unfortunates increased by their friends' cheerful and rowdy banter about the fun they'd have the next day. Imogen entered the Great Hall along with the...
This is a story I had completely forgot about until I received some mailafter my last story. A really nice guy named Paul sent me a story aboutone of his "Firsts" and it reminded me of this.I am Genny.I was in the spring of my Freshman year at Michigan State. Back aroundChristmas I had gone with a friend to my first meeting of the Gay andLesbian Council. I wasn't really interested in their politics, but I didlike the people I was meeting there. I had dated a number of differentgirls and was...
LesbianOutside in the hall, Professor McGonagall wasted no time. "I must leave Hogwarts shortly, and I did not have to time wait until you finished class to speak with you. I take it you noticed Hermione was not around this morning?" she asked. "Yes," replied Imogen. "She wasn't at breakfast and she's not in potions." "I can't tell you where she is, Imogen, but -" "Professor," said Imogen in a tone that a slightly annoyed teenager might use with her parents, "I know where Hermione...
Imogen Dyer obliged, bending forward and pushing her breasts forward, turning sideways to the bright lights. She was topless, wearing a baby blue thong. She shook her brunette tresses and smiled as the camera clicked away. She puckered her lips for a few shots, then closed her eyes and lightly stroked her nipple. "Great, great," the photographer Mark Wilkinson said. "That should wrap it up. Your turn, Emma." Petite blonde Emma Wagstaff was standing off to the side. She smiled and slid...
"Imogen, there's something I really need to talk to you about. I didn't want to say anything, but I just have to. It's about - " Hermione paused, having difficulty coming to grips with what had to be said. But then she got some help. "Ron?" asked Imogen. "How did you know?" gasped Hermione, relieved that Imogen was willing to discuss the topic, yet annoyed that Imogen had even noticed Ron's attention. Imogen reminded Hermione of discussions they'd had over the last two weeks,...
Friday morning, and like the rest of the students the Gryffindors got out of their beds, if not with eagerness then at least with less reluctance than usual, for it was the last school day of the week, and the following Saturday was the first Hogsmeade weekend of the term. Harry, Ron and Hermione looked forward to the Saturday with considerable anticipation. Harry was excited because they would all be meeting at the Hog's Head to recruit students to the Defence Against the Dark Arts club,...
"Imogen! Why aren't you at Hogsmeade with your friends?" Professor Flitwick had heard noises in an unused classroom, and investigating, he had found Imogen working on some fourth-year charms that she had been having trouble mastering. Taken by surprise, she looked down at him, her hair a bit out of order as a result of her exertions. She had not troubled to put on her full uniform, and was wearing only a blouse and a skirt, her face flushed red with effort. Professor Flitwick was glad that...
"All set to go?" asked Harry. Hermione nodded as she drank the last of her coffee. The Weasleys at the Gryffindor table indicated their assent as Harry looked around him. Harry rose, and accompanied by Ginny, headed out of the Great Hall. Ron and Hermione followed a few minutes later. The rest (Imogen, Neville, the Weasley twins and Angelina) headed out in ones and twos at short intervals, their departure unnoticed in the usual morning bustle. Some went directly outdoors, having brought...
Dumbledore's nap lasted a long time, and while the aged wizard slumbered in the spare bedroom upstairs, the domestic life of the Weasleys, shattered by the news of Ginny's death, had suffered almost equal disruption by the discovery that the news was false. Both of the girl's parents were desperate to hear Ginny's account of the battle from her own lips. But Ginny was unable to give intelligible answers to her parents' questions. A home remedy was required. Sitting the girl down in the...
Imogen... Collins... stood, naked as usual, in front of the full-length mirror. She touched the shining steel collar – removable, now, as she was no longer an Indentured Servant, or a slave. Her hands moved to her heavy thighs and broad hips, stroking upwards, following the curve of her thick, if well-defined, waist, to cup and lift the heavy, pear-shaped breasts she’d hated so. Brown nipples, swollen from over a year of frequent stimulation, grew erect – over an inch long, and thick as her...
Lunch that day was a quiet affair, as it turned out. It might have been expected that after Imogen's triumph in Potions, there would be celebration, laughter and congratulations. But as Imogen had learned repeatedly during her first days at Hogwarts, there was a certain randomness to events. Usually it was some act by Imogen that would change the course of things to come, but on this occasion, immediately after Potions class, it had been Malfoy who was the unwitting agent of...
July, 1984, Stockholm, Sweden Sitting at the gate at Arlanda airport, I thought back over the final six days of my trip to Sweden. They had been filled with sightseeing, talking, and dinners, both in the apartment and out, with Karin’s parents. And of course, making love. I did, finally, on the last evening, take a trip, alone, to see Birgit. I put flowers on her grave and knelt there, imploring her for answers to the difficult questions that were swirling around my head. She, like the...
Series 4, Episode 10: IMOGEN We’re looking at the beautiful English countryside – fields, stone walls, a few cows grazing ... Then we’re looking at a built-up inner-city street – big shop windows and hundreds of people walking by ... Then we’re looking down at a crowded street market – barrows selling everything from fresh fruit and veg, to handmade jewelry and knock-off designer handbags. Then we’re on the windswept sea-front of an old fashioned English resort town - windy, cold and rainy,...