My Assignment 8211 Part 2
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Born one year before the ‘baby boom’ began, Jeff Hunter seems perpetually one year behind his peers, or several years ahead of another group. At thirteen, Jeff had left ‘normal’ life to enter the priesthood. Two and one-half years later, he became a junior at a regular high school, academically far ahead of his peers, but socially two years further behind.
Jeff had been anxiously waiting to hear from the college of his choice, a small, coed Catholic school in western Iowa. Knowing he had procrastinated, perhaps too long, knowing that he did not have the kind of grades he should have had, he was full of anxiety that he would not be accepted for the coming semester, if at all. So it was with great apprehension that he opened the letter which had finally arrived, and with great joy that he read of his acceptance at Loras College, a small catholic liberal arts college in Western Iowa, sufficiently far from home.
Apparently, his entrance essay, and his 2100 score on the sat’s had made the difference. His joy was to be short-lived. Late that night, too excited to sleep, while he was digging through his secret stash between the floor joists of his room, an argument between his parents drifted up through the floor grate.
‘Well, aren’t you going to tell him yourself,’ he heard his mothers voice, full of scorn and disdain. ‘I suppose you’re going to leave it to me to tell him the bad news. I’ve been after you for months to tell him and you just put it off and put it off. I know that you were probably hoping he wouldn’t be accepted, but now that he has, you can’t hide it from him any longer.’
‘I don’t have to tell him anything,’ Jeff’s father replied. I never promised him anything. That money has always belonged to the whole family. So, the family needed it. So what? That’s it. That’s all there is to it! If he wants to go to school, let him pay for it himself. He can get a job and work his way through school. Lots of kids have done it before him. His dad’s voice is rough with beer and brandy. He is increasingly fearful for his mother’s safety as their voices rise.
‘For Christ’s sake Wes.’ (If his mom was taking the Lord’s name in vain, this was indeed some serious shit.) ‘That’s exactly what he’s been doing. You know he’s worked for that money for years, sometimes two jobs. And saving. How’s he ever going to come up with enough money in two months to pay for books and tuition and everything else?’
‘Aw, what the hell? He’ll never make it in college anyway. He’s only got ‘C’ grades. And he’s always walking around with his head up his ass, sniveling and crying and crap. Better I should put the money to good use than to piss it away on some stupid little college in Iowa.’
About this time it became clear to Jeff that it was his very self they were arguing about.
‘He’s not whiny and he’s not stupid. Just because he’s quiet and creative is no reason for you to put him down. And maybe if you ever gave him some help and encouragement, maybe his grades would be higher.’
‘Bullshit! He’s a goddam lazy pissant sissy.’
‘Even if he were, which he’s not, does that give you the right to take his money that he’s worked so hard for? Are you going to tell him yourself or are you too big a coward?’
‘So I’m coward am I? You would say that. Same old shit. Always ready to put me down. I’ll show you who’s a coward!’
The sounds which now wafted up through the register like a foul odor, were not unfamiliar to Jeff. What he heard left no doubt that the blows had begun. Each blow was accompanied by an invective such as ‘bitch’, ‘cunt’, or ‘whore’. This was not the first time Jeff would sit silent while his father beat his mother. It was himself he hated at these times, despised his piss ant chicken-shittedness, his cowardliness, his tiny, flabby body. He longed mightily to rush down and impose his body between his mother and his father’s blows, but he could not overcome the abject terror he felt before his father’s rage.
The topic at hand was obviously Jeff’s savings account downtown.
Apparentl his dad had looted his college fund. Apparently there was now no money to finance school.Mom was right Even with the lucrative (for a seventeen-year-old) job he had held as a caddy at a country club with very wealthy members, he would never be able to save enough. Even if he also took back his former restaurant job, which Mathon would give him in a second.
It wasn’t as if he had many options. His dad was right, too. With his mediocre grades, he was lucky to have been accepted at any college. It was probably his high scores on IQ (171) and SAT (2100) that got him in.
He was a loser. And it seemed he would remain a loser, would not get his chance to break out.
He was trained only as busboy, dish washer, cook, and caddy. The money from caddying was very good and could get a lot better with time and luck, but it was strictly seasonal. He could not now break the cycle as easily as he had thought. Now it seemed his dad was conspiring with fate to condemn him to a life of poverty and failure, to keep him the loser they both would always be.
Jeff resolved, however, to break out of this household as soon as he possibly could, however he could. He needed a plan. He needed a good, full time, year round job.
To his beloved sister Julie fell the unpleasant task of informing him that his cash, his link to the future, his lifeline, was no more. ‘Remember that fancy car and boat that Duane bought just before he left last summer,’ Julie began. ‘I know you thought he had made a lot of money at the store downtown, and, yes, it was a very good job, but the money he had to buy the car and boat, to go away, was all from his account down at the bank. Mom managed to pull it out, to rescue it and give it to Duane before dad could take it like he did all the rest. Yours and Ernie’s, mine too! You know dad had to buy a car for his new job and new clothes and stuff. Mom was against it. She tried to stop him. For some reason, he hadn’t gotten to Duane’s money yet, so she was able to save it. As it was, she had trouble getting the bank to release the account to her, even though they had given the rest to him without her signature. She had to threaten to take them to court. She was only a woman, so they tried to tell her she had to have dad’s signature, but he didn’t need hers. So you see, champ, Duane’s was the only money she was able to save. I’m sorry, champ. Is there any way you could swing it without that money?’
Jeff could only merely shake his head, afraid if he spoke, the hot, angry tears would spill over. He was determined not to give his father the satisfaction of his tears, especially in front of Julie.
Gaining control after a few moments, he finally spoke. ‘Five years! For five years I’ve saved that money. Almost three thousand dollars! How could I ever save that much in one summer?’
‘Try not to judge dad too harshly,’ Julie said. ‘He really can’t help what he is, what he does. He sees this new job as a once in a lifetime chance for him. Try not to carry all that anger around with you, it will just make your own life harder.’
What Julie never did tell Jeff, what he discovered many years later, was that dad’s looting of her account had prevented her planned elopement with George, delaying their marriage for more than a year.
Jeff became determined to leave as soon as possible. All through the rest of that long hot summer, he came and went as he pleased. Dad tried from time to time to place some restrictions on him, but he simply ignored them, basically daring a confrontation. By the end of August, he knew he could not, would not, bear another year, knew it was his last summer for a summer job.
Then one night, sitting in his room, reading one of the tomes from The Foundation Trilogy, loud sounds of his parents arguing wafted once more up through the old floor vent. Jeff never knew, never cared, what had started that terrible fight, except that it most
likely came from a can and/or bottle. Dad’s violent screams had been through the gamut of ‘whore’ and ‘bitch’ and a lexicon of other female derogatives, his volume increasing as each new round began. Jeff’s mother’s screams changed in pitch from offense to pain, he could take no more.
A series of red explosions went off in Jeff’s brain. He rose from his bed and hurried to the Kitchen. His mother cowered in one corner, trapped against the Sears yellow Naugahyde and Formica breakfast nook. His blows rained on her, accompanied by another round of invective. Without thinking, Jeff interposed his puny young body between them. Several blows struck him. He was surprised at their ineffectiveness. Instinctively He began to press his palms against his father’s chest and push him backward, advancing until he was nearly into the walk- in pantry. His father seemed to shrink before his eyes. Had he always been so short?
Now his mother was hovering behind him,afraid Jeff might harm her beloved husband. His dad’s back came in contact with the fridge. Deflated, his arms fell to his sides.Jeff stepped in very close, their faces inches apart. ‘If you ever hit her again I’ll kill you,’ he told his father. Wordless, his dad spat in his face. Jeff returned the favor. ‘Remember what I said. I’m not fucking around!’ Jeff told him, then turned on his heel and strode from the room.
One late September evening, Jeff tossed a packet of papers on the table in front of his father. ‘Sign where the red exes are and don’t fuck with me,’ Jeff said, the last words he was to speak to his father for a very long time.
The next morning Jeff reported to Milwaukee, riding rapidly North on the Electroliner, the same train his grandfather served as Superintendent of Dining Cars, to receive his physical exam and induction into the United States Air Force. He spent the night in a flea bag hotel, listening to a heavyweight fight during which some braggart newcomer named Cassius Clay knocked out his beloved champion Sonny Liston in less than two minutes, then flew off the next morning to Lackland AFB, San Antonio, Texas.
And so it was one one broiling hot summer day, Jeff’s fine young ass ended up under the snarling tutelage of the small, coal black, extremely arrogant Master Sergeant John Henry Bippy, USAF TI par excellence.
Sergeant Bippy stood only five-three, but like his legendary namesake he was a mountain of a man. The original was a steel drivin’ man. This John Henry was a recruit drivin’ man. He always went the extra mile to add misery to the military skills he teaches. Jeff experiences extra trauma at his hands, having arrived at Lackland with his golf clubs slung over his shoulder, his recruiter having informed him that the base had an excellent golf course, failing, of course, to add that the excellent 18 hole club was on the far side of the base, reserved for officers. Beautiful San Antonio! Wonderful Texas! Day after day of sweltering heat and near desert conditions. Scorpions and sand spurs and cactus. And the grating, hateful sounding voice of John Henry Bippy, calling jeff a ‘dipshit’.
Back home the trees were changing colors, golds and russets and scarlet. To his last day, Jeff will remain convinced that if the earth ever needs an enema, the tube will be placed in Texas, specifically, San Antonio.
Not being accustomed to being called dirty names twenty-four hours a day, Jeff barely squeeked through basic training. Two weeks later he was asking himself, ‘What have I done?’ Jeff and military life simply did not agree, he had always had a difficult time showing respect to those stupider than himself. That description seemed to apply to everyone he met in the Air Force. While Jeff was in basic training, some genius general, Curtis LeMay, no doubt, had decided it was a waste of Air Force personnel to have airmen do KP one day a month, the cooks should handle it. So right away, the USAF needed thousands more cooks. Jeff became one of this numberless hoard. One of thirty such recruits sent to Eglin Air Force Base in northern Florida, he quickly became qualified as a cook, but KP was his regular duty. He was stuck in one filthy job, seemingly with one stinking stripe, no place to advance, no where to go that didn’t already have guys like him trying to get away. for whatever remained of his military career.
In addition to KP duties, Jeff, by some odd quirk of fate or USAF logic, received a top-secret clearance to become a provisional Air Policeman, called into service as a cop during alerts, exercises and the like. Usually he was given a M-16 with no ammo and sent to guard some desolate slice of road in the middle of Eglin’s vast forest, to prevent civilians from wandering into an exercise and getting their asses shot off.
On one occasion he was asked to patrol, for several hours of a test alert, a certain road inside the base proper. No one was to pass without authorization and a pass. No one. That included base Commander, Lt. Col Harry MacKnight’s wife, whom the colonel had forgotten to tell about the alert. Despite her protestations, despite her very believable story that she needed to change cars with her husband to pick up their children from high school, despite the colonel being busy doing alert things so he could not be reached on his walkie-talkie thingy, Jeff refused to let her pass. He heard through the grapevine later that she caused quite an uproar when the alert ended. For a few hours, Jeff was a minor underground hero, for this was the same woman who had caused disruption for months by redecorating the dinning hall, making every cook and dishwasher’s life more difficult. (One of her innovations had been to add thousands of plastic flowers that had to be constantly dusted.)
That summer, The various Air Force fighter wings held their annual competition in the vast forests of Eglin Air Force Base. One fighter wing (the equivalent of an army ‘army’ (as in Fifth Army) contains about 20 squadrons of 10 planes each, so approximately 1000 aircraft were involved, not counting the various support aircraft and ground vehicles. Jeff was given a poncho, box lunch, and the usual empty M-16 and told to guard a stretch of dirt road about six hundred miles from nowhere. Jeff heard the roar of jets in the distance constantly, but saw nothing and no one. Mid way through the first day, An AF jeep suddenly roared up beside him, blowing a ton of dust into the atmosphere and Jeff’s face. ‘Hop in,’ an AP Tech Sergeant shouted at him
‘Uh, sarge my orders are to maintain this post until my relief arrives at 1900 hours.’
‘Never mind the bullshit, airman, get in the fucking jeep!’
‘Where are we going?’
‘A couple a miles down the road, don’t know where exactly. We’ll know it when we see it. Some junk jockey got target fixation and took down a couple a miles of forest.’
It took Jeff a few silent minutes, bumping along on the washboard road, to figure out the lingo meant a fighter pilot had crashed. ‘What the hell do they need me for?’ He wondered. After about ten minutes of racing at breakneck speed, we paused briefly to pick up another sucker like me, then another. By the time the jeep became uncomfortably full we could see smoke ahead rising blackly into the hot blue Florida sky like an exclamation point of doom. Tech Sergeant Anderson paused almost long enough to disgorge us all before roaring away. ‘Report to Lieutenant Caparelli, he shouted over his shoulder before the dust clouded out his visage.
The scene was like something out of a fifties monster movie. Ripped and torn trunks of jack pine and live oak trees were thrown asunder as if Godzilla had roared through, slashing a path about thirty feet wide for as for as Jeff could see. Smoke rose from small fires all along the track. Spanish moss hung here and there as in a cheap horror film. The forest had been further damage by bulldozers and heavy trucks and fire trucks and emergency vehicles, all with yellow and red lights flashing. Though it was only early afternoon of a boili
ng hot Florida summer day, the air was gray with dust and smoke.
‘You my clean-up detail?’ a voice rang out to us.’
‘Don’t know, Sir, Jeff answered, before noticing the shouter was a lithe blonde female about thirty with hips and gorgeous breasts not even the tight blue jacket could confine, the first female officer Jeff had encountered. ‘We were told to report to Lieutenant Caparelli.’
‘Do I look like a sir to you?’her voice was mellifluous,airy and light, if full of sarcasm.
‘No Sir,’ Jeff stupidly replied.
The lieutenant, her skin a deep golden brown, Italian, Jeff guessed from her name, spoke through rich luscious lips with the tiniest hint of pink gloss. ‘Never mind. You are hopeless.’ She reached into the dark rear of a duece-and-a-half, hauling out several small boxes and laying them on the tailgate. ‘This box, she said, pointing, contains super zip lock bags. You will find them difficult to open and close. However, you must close them tightly each time you insert something, That is to say, do not walk around with the bag open, ever. Understood?’
‘What will we be putting in the bag, Ma’am,’ one airman second asked.
‘We’ll get to that in a moment,’ the sexy officer replied.
Jeff was busy fantasizing about where he might like those luscious officer lips. He thought about sex about ten times an hour. His hated virginal status was a burden he was anxious to lay down.
‘This box,’ sexy lips continued, contains protective face masks. You are to each take one and put it on. I highly suggest you put it on and do not remove it. This bag contains disposable plasticine gloves. You are to wear them at all times. Should you ever take one off to scratch your nose or whatever, it must be discarded and replaced immediately.
One very young looking E-2 raised his hand as if in school, but she dismissed him with a shrug of her shoulders that made her large breasts jiggle ever so slightly under her Ike jacket. ‘Okay,’ she said, ‘listen up. These are your instructions and I am only going to say them once. We are in a bit of a hurry here.
‘This large broken trail you see here was caused by an aircraft, an F-102, to be specific. Its wings were shorn off by trees and lie mostly in fragments about you. About one half mile down this open space you will see what remains of the fuselage. Fifty feet further you will see the pilot’s ejection seat. Unfortunately, the pilot was too low to eject. We have not found his remains but strongly suspect they are scattered over quite a large area. We have recovered his boots and parts of his lower legs, still with his seat assembly.
Your job is to search carefully, starting at the location of the fuselage and working forward as far as the forest will allow. You will unzip your bag if you see something you even wildly suspect might be a part of the pilot or his flight suit. You are not, repeat not to touch anything with your bare hands, nor to keep anything you find, Am I clear? Are there any questions?’
‘You mean, Jeff stammered, we are supposed to pick up his, his. . . ‘
‘Spit it out airman.’
‘Collect body parts?’
‘Yes. Hopefully. Not up to the task?’
‘Yes ma’am.’
‘Yes ma’am you are, or are not?’
Jeff had a quick urge to open his trousers and show her just how ‘up’ he could be, but quickly stuffed away that fantasy. ‘Yes ma’am,’ he said, ‘I can handle it.’
‘Well, get to it!’ Even unmilitary Jeff recognized that as an order.
‘For the next six hours, until dusk shut down the search, Jeff criss-crossed his portion of that torn jagged pathway of destruction, searching for any bit of cloth, any scrap of skin or bone that might possibly have had its origin in the cockpit of that plane. Jeff found a few small pieces of something resembling meat covered in torn burnt cloth. Those discoveries nearly made him retch. One of his comrades, however, came up with an empty flight helmet, holding it high and gloating at his discovery. Jeff was to learn from another airman, during debriefing late that night, that the helmet had contained some bloody hair and piece of flat bone, probably skull.
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CheatingThe best place to start is at the beguining. the First to check down is to pick a universe for yourself to play with. Will you take a past or present universe and twist it around for your amusment? Or will you create one from scratch where the possibilities have no end?
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I had not seen a shaved pussy before. With Jeanine on her back and with her legs spread I now hadmy first glimpse. It was different, smooth and glistening, without its mask of curls. It was easy to see that Jeanine’s lips were wet, swollen and curled outward. I ran my fingers over the inside of her thighs and along the side of her pussy lips. Jeanine raised herself up on her elbows and watched as my hand stroked and tickled the area around her slit. Her body quivered as waves of pleasure...
It wasn’t until he lead me outside that it hit me; was he really going to do that for me? I saw him turn towards me, but not with the usual mask on his face; this time, he looked soft, almost too angelic like. I had only seen his wings a few times before, but never paid attention to his face when he actually had unfolded them. Normally they were hidden in the jacket he usually wore. I almost wished I had stopped him, so I could just stand there and stared at his beauty. But I was frozen in...
SupernaturalConnie was studying late. She had to submit her class assignment positively by next day failing which she knew that her grades would suffer. She cursed herself for her laziness in not completing her assignment in time. She frantically looked for a book in her cupboard. Shit! She searched again. The book was not there. She swore again and sat on her study desk trying to recall where she might have left her book. It came immediately; she recalled that she had left the book in the car. She...
Wake up. Eat breakfast. Work. Lunch. Work. Come home. Watch anime all evening. Sleep. A pretty average day for an otaku like yourself, but it took a grueling duration of waiting in order to finally reach the evening! Now that you're home after a long day of work, you can't help but plop down at your desk with a relaxed sigh. Your favorite anime streaming site stares into your soul from your computer screen, begging you to click a title and hit play. (Credit to Username000 and his story "Naked...
While driving to work one morning almost 3 weeks from my spat with Mary I thought I saw Allison walking near The University (WPI) as I turned to get downtown. I meant to go over to Maribel Designs and ask if that were her and if she had moved to that area, but never got the break in the day. Two days later I saw the same girl and went around the block and saw that it was Allison, apparently walking to work. "Hey Allison, can I give you a lift?" I hollered from the window and after doing a...
I had stuck my finger into Beth’s vagina often enough during our coed showers that I knew that she had long lost her hymen. I vaguely recall a bicycle accident which resulted in some bleeding from her crotch, but neither Mom nor Beth made much of it once the pain had subsided. At least, that was something that we did not have to be concerned about. I did get a blowjob during that shower that was much better than I would have expected from a rank amateur. When complimented and then asked...
Karl lay in his bed covered by only a thin cotton sheet. It was too warm in the Mediterranean summer to wear anything for sleeping beneath the sheet. Indeed, it was too warm for him to sleep at all so he lay there, thinking about the 3 days so far of his holiday. Or rather, he thought about Chrissie, with whom he had been staying for those 3 days. In truth, he knew very little about her. She was at least 12 years older than him because she had told him she wouldn’t see her fortieth...
Straight SexI was driving my big rig. I had the fuzzy dice on the rear view. I was heading across country again. I had to deliver some new cars in my hauler. I had a few days before I had to get to my next stop. I was making good time. I checked the CB and my cell. I was getting low bars on both. It was close to noon on a Friday. I had big breakfast at a truck stop this morning. I had unbuckled my tight jeans to let out some air. I had some white leather cowboy boots on. A big white cowboy hat on with a...
Jimmy and I got dressed and went downstairs to get something to eat. I knew my folks would be home soon, and they would not be expecting to find us naked together in my room. We sat down at the table with our food. I was starving. Sex always makes me hungry; blowing my best friend had excited every nerve in my body and subsequently I was starving. Jimmy seemed to be equally hungry. He saw me looking at him eating and said, "What? I get horny, I get hungry." With that we both started...
BisexualMy wife of 24 years looked great as she slid her costume over her full breasts and lovely round ass. She knew how to accentuate the positive! I knew that no one at the party would have any problem identifying her. The small mask she wore simply made her look a little mysterious, but her smile and figure gave her identity away. I placed my hand on her breast and squeezed a little. She captivated me still. As so often happened lately, she rejected my advances. In fact, she may as well have...
Jennifer Marie Jenkins' heart was in her throat when the jets reversed their thrust and the wheels of the 4-propeller jet hit the runway. It seemed to summarize the way her week had gone. She had intercepted a confusing text message from her husband, Doctor Conrad Jenkins, who had gone to Liberia to help treat people in the Ebola crisis. He had flown to Monrovia, where he had been helping to diagnose patients and send them to other hospitals. Jenny had seen something in her phone, a text...
Sandie’s First SwingCopyright Jenny Gently 2012 This is the story of a first and only ‘wife swapping’ evening, as told to me by a good friend. Let’s call her Sandie. I have changed names and places but I suppose, if by an incredible coincidence you know the individuals involved, it might be possible to work out who they really are. The evening was unplanned and unintended and as yet is unrepeated but remains a powerful memory which she says has changed her forever. I have written it in the...
Wife LoversWednesday November 30 I decided to skip running today because we had a pool in the backyard. Dad and Manaia sat and watched me swim laps. They seemed to be getting along well as they laughed about something while I pulled myself out of the water. I plopped down on a chair at the table they’d claimed. “What time did you get in last night?” Dad asked. “After two,” Manaia grumbled. Fritz was going to have to send me someone to help Manaia. It was one thing for me to put in the hours, and...
Nachdem ich meine erste Story hier eingestellt habe, hagelte es schlechte Kritiken. Ich wurde f?rmlich in der Luft zerrissen. Der Hintergrund war wohl zu gewagt. Rodger Taylor (Queen) hat 2005 das Lied 'Say it's not true' gesungen. Es handelt vom verdr?ngen von Problemen. Offenbar tun das hier auch einige gerne. Ich m?chte dar?ber nicht urteilen, denn es gen?gt, das ?ber mich geurteilt wurde. Um weiterem ?rger aus dem Weg zu gehen, habe ich eine... sagen wir sanftere Version der Ge...
Toccara is this thick girl I fucked from a country town in Texas. While I was with Jeanie for two years, this was one of the girls I cheated on her with. I recall where she’s from because I drove all the way to far out to the country to hit that. Toccara was a sexy big ebony thick country girl with a big monster huge butt (not sloppy), and nice large tits. I remember she was on my dick from the first time we met in front of Jamal’s house. She was wearing a denim outfit with all of her nice...
sarah and i were in high school and were still dating. i was a junior and she was a sophmore. we had been having sex in new places and almost three times a day. i was now driving and had my own car which was cleaned a lot because of all of the cum stains. i gave her a ride to school everyday, *wink*wink. we both had a lot of friends and we both were very popular. i had to keep other guys off of her a lot now because she had long blonde hair and a full C cup and had an ass that everyone...
So the Dryth appear to be Time Lords, or maybe they raided Gallifrey and took the TARDIS with them. In any case, far as I can tell, their ship is much bigger on the inside than it has any right to be.Or maybe I’m just running in circles.Yep, I’m running. Yes, naked, with stuff dripping down my legs. Yes, I’m holding on to my boobs. No, it’s not a pretty sight. No, it doesn’t make a ton of sense in my head, but my body saw Bane’s glare and went RUN! RUN! RUN! … so here we are. Running.“You threw...
Fantasy & Sci-FiGIA PALOMA IS BACK!!! Back in the golden era of pornography, Gia Paloma made a name for herself for being one of the nastiest anal sluts in the business. Today she has made her triumphant return into adult films with none other than James Deen. It seems that what actually happened was James Deen went over to visit Gia Paloma and they had sex. After they had sex he decided he should film some sort of interview and then make an official porn out of this. James Deen is not the smoothest guy to...
xmoviesforyouThe short drive from Beth’s work to my apartment did nothing to diminish the sense of intense anger and hurt that I felt. I sat there in my parking spot with a white knuckle grip on the steering wheel trying to calm myself down, and not having any luck at all. My brain finally picked up that something didn’t look quite right about my apartment. My bedroom window faced the parking lot, and as you can well imagine, I keep very heavy drapes over that window, because of what could be going on in...
My first real sexual experience was when I was 16 with a friend of my fathers who was 35 I was a very horny girl, I had been playing with myself a lot and had given blow jobs to my older brothers friends, but I was saving my cherry for a more experienced guy. I wasn’t expecting him to be that much older, but I’m glad it was Jim. I was at home alone, my parents were on vacation and my older brother, who was supposed to be watching me, was staying at his girl friends house. I was busy...
One day my wife and I were invited to the birthday party for one of our friends sons. When we got there the family were all outside but our friends wife and sister-in-law were in the house getting everything prepared. His wife was wearing a lovely low-cut green dress with cream coloured nylons, that had a black tattoo pattern adorning each calf. She finished off the ensemble with some silver-white strappy sandals that showed off her painted toes encased in the lovely nylon.As the party wore on...
GOD I AM SOO READY FOR IT DONNY I WANT YOU TO FUCK MY ASS 1STARE YOU SURE YOU NEVER DID THAT REMEMBER? I KNOW BUT I ALWAYS WANTED THAT IT FEELS SOO GOOD WHEN I STICK THE DILDO UP MY ASS I WANT YOUR COCK IT MAYBE BIGGER THAT MY DILDO BUT I WANT IT IN AND FOR FOR YOUR HOT CREAMY CUM IN MY ASS. HIS COCK GREW ROCK HARD ALREADY AND WAS BOUNCING OF HIS STOMACH HE STARTED STROCKING IT LONG AND SLOW ANSD I BEGAN TO RUBB MY CLIT WITH ANTICIPATION FOR WHAT WAS TO COME NEXT.OK KNEEL DOWN ON THE BED AND...
Robin and Jimmy Olsen - Part 1 Sissies on the Town by Tawny Suede Note that this story stands separate from other stories I have posted "If you hunky men will excuse us for the moment, we girls have to go... powder our noses!" Robin said as she scootched around on the cushions of the private booth. Jamie rose and joined her. Their dates watched the two girls' rounded asses sway back and forth as the two sissies walked off to the washroom on their four inch heels! "Fuck," said...
A nice afternoon cleaning nudeIt was three in the afternoon. My last meeting ended early. I went back to the hotel and checked my mails on xhamster. There was this mail and it promised fun, good fun. Frank the male part of a couple offered me a job to clean his house - nude. I took a quick shower and flushed my rear entrance. A quick shave and I was all set. Frank left his mobile phone number and I confirmed my coming. Another text got me the address. About 10 minutes later the taxi dropped me...
The jet black Z3 was eating up shoreline like a ravenous hawk, but Hayden decided to pull off the highway. Cutting his speed and easing onto one of the winding side roads, he stole another glance at Diva. She had the passenger’s seat reclined half way while she stared at the roadside in silence. She was close enough to reach out and touch, but the rest of her was somewhere far away from there. The top was down and the summer breeze was blowing back long strands of Mediterranean black hair...
Love StoriesHoneymoon hell I was always warning my22 year old blonde wife Mel about her driving, she was just so careless, and drove too fast.Well this time she?d really gone and done it, she?d gone right into the side of a police car, and if that wasn?t bad enough, we were in a foreign land, they?d probably through the book at her.We were in Turkey on our honeymoon, we?d got married only the day before.It had all been one mad rush, straight from the reception we?d dashed straight to the airport, just...
I like to sit in front of my computer naked reading a good nasty story while my wife lubes up my asshole and inserts a large vibrating bullet and turns it on. Then she lubes up my cock, balls and nipples and starts massaging until everything is erect. I like it very wet, so she applies a lot of lube and keeps it very moist with her saliva. I keep pumping my cock until I am about ready to cum, then I stop and restart many times. This builds up an enormous amount of cum and a very strong orgasm....
PLUR-MAkKikM, just outside Honolulu, HI Paul Clair Macon and Paula Claire Akron set in the living room of Ted Michaels, their legal guardian. Their heads were bowed, and they were frowning. Ted was there, as were several of their friends’ parents. These parents were glaring at them, and even Ted seemed unhappy with his charges. Paul and Paula had been caught. Their friend Neil had stolen six dollars from his parents and, when confronted, had sang like the proverbial canary. His parents had...
I had just changed to ninth grade and it was my first day in school. I had done a lot of preparations in the morning and I told my mom that I might be late. When I got off the bus I found out that my classroom was in the new building they had built during the summer. I went in and found out that the new place was quite cool. The classes had locking doors and the doors didn't have glass over them. I found my class and went in. the kids were not new to me but the teachers were. Most of them were...
First TimeIt’s been a month since Robert, my wife’s lover moved in with us and just over one month since she imposed the sex ban on me. One month since I have seen her gorgeous body, one month since I have seen her in her underwear, one month that the only sexual relief I get is from jerking my self off. She continues to sunbathe in the nude with our next door neighbor every Monday afternoon and takes his cum in her mouth during their shower together after their sunbathe session. Last weekend we were...
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