Chesterbury Tales Pt 14
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It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities.
The Host had told of a birthday orgy involving a current top film star, the Theatre Company Manager of her oral exploits with a famous actor and the Marketing Director of how the ‘Wife of Bath’, with her daughter, had seduced a whole management team, the Politician about the husband’s revenge.
Chapter Eleven – The Model’s Tale – Going to Heaven
During dinner on the fourth day, there was lively discussion about fantasies and their aphrodisiac value. Did the reality live up to the expectation? Susan was impressed by the effects and the props used to give a realistic feel to the event. It was generally agreed that Robert and Julie must have an inexhaustible supply of costumes and props.
‘Gathered over the years,’ was Julie’s explanation, ‘mainly from old musical comedies, as you could probably guess by the style and quality!’
‘No, no! Most convincing.’ Laurie assured her.
‘Well, Gertie as a tale to tell this evening, after we’ve cleared everything away and put the kitchen back into ship-shape order!’
Gertie had accompanied Bill for the week-end party, but was not his partner in real life. She was a model for girlie magazines, enjoying dominating men and showing off her body to make them drool! At twenty-six years of age she was getting towards the end of her marketable life already! But her beautifully smooth olive skin with a well shaped body together with a striking face, large dark brown eyes, long narrow nose and wide mouth with thin lips and small pointed chin kept her in demand for the time being.
There was some Italian blood in her on her mother’s side. Smooth shoulders with firm, large breasts set wide apart, suspended on either side of her chest. The right breast had a mole on the inner slope and the nipples were very dark chocolate coloured set in polished saucer-shaped circles of coral. Gertie was 5’9′ tall, mainly due to her long legs. The cheeks of her bottom were firmly rounded and provocatively outstanding.
With long frizzly hair, which was almost black with a blueish lustre, Gertie had a completely bald groin below her completely flat belly. Not a hair was to be seen anywhere on her vulva or mons. She stood with an arrogant and self-assured posture, and sat down with a casual elegance, showing off her long legs to perfection, inviting onlookers to speculate on what lay between the upper thighs.
Her story was about a simple country girl and her aunt.
Some of you will know that Albania is a rugged country with villages dotted around the mountain sides. Even many years ago the country was rife with warring factions and religious disagreements. But The town of Kukës has possibly the most beautiful setting of any town in the country. It is high above Lake Fierza, just below the bald summit of Mount Gjalica. there are some beautiful quiet small villages nearby with a mainly catholic population. Of no particular political or economic significance, it was left alone for many years.
But as time went on, in the mountains of the north, the spread of the Muslim faith was strongly opposed by Roman Catholics. But slowly, backwardness, illiteracy, the absence of an educated clergy, and material inducements overcame the objections.
Mary was a simple country girl whose parents had died when she was quite young. She had been brought up by the nuns, helping to tend the cattle and sheep, churn butter and so on. She was deeply religious, but, when she became of age, she went to live with her maiden aunt, a small unattractive lady in her early forties. Both Mary and her Aunt Ruth were ignorant of the facts of life, living a frugal life on their small farm in the country, taking produce to market on a Friday and going to church twice every Sunday and never forgetting to say their prayers before retiring to bed.
One day, Mary awoke from a dream in which she had seen her father in heaven, and had talked to him. All that she could remember, now that she was awake, of what they spoke about, was her father suggesting to her that she went into the village church to seek the way to heaven. She was left with a feeling of joy all the next day.
She spoke to her Aunt Ruth about it, and after a long talk, they agreed that Mary should go to Father James and ask him about the way to heaven and what, if anything, he could do to help her to see her father once again.
Father James was a benign sort of man, with a serious aspect. He was a celibate bachelor, of course, but employed an elderly lady to keep house for him. Having reached the age of fifty, he had no hopes of attracting the opposite sex for, though a man of the cloth, he had a fertile mind. In his younger days he had seduced quite a few members of his flock in return for utter silence and promising them salvation and a place in heaven.
But his lewd activities amongst the parishioners had come to the notice of the Cardinal who had quietly moved him to this small village community where his actions would be closely watched by his flock. Village gossip would make quite sure that he kept his cock to himself.
When Mary approached him after the early Sunday service, he saw a simple young lady with a pleasant round face and well proportioned body. He was reminded of those far off days when the younger females would allow him liberties with their bodies as a way to reaching up to heaven. And some mature ones as well!
So, when Mary told him about her dream, and her father’s advice, she asked him how she might see heaven.
‘The path to heaven is steep, my child,’ he said in a quiet tone, ‘requiring the deepest devotion and unquestioning service to God. Are you prepared for that?’
‘I am aware of the price I may need to pay in prayer and extra devotion,’ Mary assured him quietly. ‘But my father was insistent that the church would pave the way to him. And I would like to try.’
‘Come to the church tomorrow morning at half past eleven and we’ll see what we can do for you.’
So, with a skip in her step, Mary returned to their cottage with her Aunt.
The next morning, when everyone was in the fields working, or tending to their livestock, Mary nervously entered the door of the church, standing in the gloom, allowing her eyes to get used to the dark. Father James was there and beckoned her to join him. He welcomed the innocent young lady and escorted her into a small side chapel where he sat her down facing him.
‘First, Mary, a sip of wine to relax your spirit.’ and he handed her a glass of rough red wine from the local vineyard. Being unused to alcohol, it went straight to her head.
‘So, you want to see heaven, Mary?’
‘Yes. To find my father,’ she replied quietly.
‘Reaching heaven is a serious process of self discovery,’ he explained. ‘But I can help you do that but it will require the Holy Spirit to enter your body, seek out the key that is hidden within you, to unlock the gate of paradise. We must pray together for that to happen. Is that what you would like?’
Mary nodded.
‘But first, I must ask you to remove your clothes, for we enter the world naked, and we can only hope to enter heaven if we are naked as well.’
Mary hesitated.
‘It is the natural state that God made us in his image,’ the Vicar explained. ‘There is no sin nor any embarrassment in nakedness, that is a convention designed by man to protect his mate from unwanted molestation. In the eyes of God, there is no sin it, and, if we are to sacrifice ourselves to the Holy Spirit, and allow it to occupy our soul, it can only be done through a naked body.’
Mary stood, slowly unbuttoned and discarded her dress, followed by her bra and knickers until she was standing before him naked. Her br
easts were small, but nicely rounded with little pink nipples. Her belly was also rounded with a deep navel. Her hips and thighs were not particularly voluptuous, but the pride of the body was the patch of luxurious ginger hair over her pubis and vulva.
James’s eyes were glued to the beauty of it. His penis stirred at the sight of a twenty-year-old virgin.
‘Let us kneel together.’
Keeping his eyes on her sturdy body, Father James took hold of Mary’s hands between his, squeezing them lightly.
‘Dear Father, give this thy child Mary, the strength and courage to welcome the Holy Spirit into her being, that she might seek salvation and the sight of heaven. Bless the flesh of this lady, your newest recruit to the Kingdom of Heaven. Give her joy in her heart to overcome her fear. Fill her with thy mercy and with the Holy Spirit.’
They muttered ‘Amen’ together. Mary felt bewildered and mesmerized by the soft voice of Father James, but was appeased by his gentle words.
She was asked to face the small altar, which she did. Her back was now facing the vicar, and he was able to study her firm buttocks and notice the tuft of ginger hair in the crack. Her waist was fairly thick and her shoulders sloping.
‘Please kneel’ He placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly pressed her to her knees on a fairly large padded stool facing the rail.
He gazed on her buttocks. It will be a great pleasure for him to enjoy having his Holy Spirit enter her, but he might need to take things slowly to gain the young lady’s confidence.
‘Look up, Mary.’ And she gazed on the stained glass high above the altar. The late morning sun was streaming through it, throwing a shaft of light onto her face, and the ginger curls of her hair, glittering like threads of gold.
He whispered to her quietly. ‘The Holy Spirit enters your body, Mary, through the soft secret passage between your legs. It is in the most inaccessible part of your body. That is why the Lord put it there. It is a momentous moment for you to be filled with the spirit. It is a form of holy communion. But it is not a step to be taken without careful thought. I believe you are a virgin, unknown to any man.’
‘Yes, sir.’ Mary muttered, with bowed head., blushing.
She was aware of the special feeling she got in that part of her body from time to time, though she had been warned by the nuns to ignore it until the time came for her to be married. Until then, it must be left untouched and unattended. To be kept hidden away. Not that she felt the need very often. Just occasionally, when she saw the youth of the village, stripped to the waist, getting in the corn, did she feel any uncomfortable stirring.
‘Then we shall have to proceed with care and sympathy,’ Father James went on, ‘but you must know that the Lord in his wisdom, has provided you with the means of adequate lubrication, to assist in the passage of the spirit into your body. Shall we test it out?’
Mary nodded.
‘Well, Mary, the nipples of a woman’s breasts are usually sensitive to the touch. They often trigger the production of a special lubricant in your private passage, to make it soft and slippery. Let’s try.’
And from behind, he put his arms round her, placed one palm on the belly and the other over her right breast, beginning to rub the small nipple in small circular movements, feeling it stiffen and swell, much to Mary’s embarrassment. But she felt a rippling feeling in her loins that was new to her. A bubbling sensation. Father James felt the twitching in her belly as well, with smiling satisfaction.
‘Good! Now lean over the rail for me, and part your legs a little.’
Mary did so. Father James raised his eyebrows. Her virgin gash was well endowed with thick, heavy labia, surrounded by a thick growth of ginger hair. Although innocent of any salacious anticipation, the vaginal opening was now moist, nature having worked its own way of stimulating the glands that released the precious honey.
‘Are you ready to accept the Holy Spirit into you today, Mary, or would you prefer to wait for a few days to get used to the idea?’
‘Oh, now please! I can’t wait,’ was the response.
‘First we must make quite sure that you are ready to receive the holy visitor. To do this, I shall need to touch you between your legs.’
Mary winced as Father James placed his palm against the lush vulva, squeezing the heavy lips gently to feel the honey oozing into his hand. He marveled at the wonderful contours of the virgin vulva – or any other vulva for that matter. But to be the very first to touch a maiden’s pussy is something extra special.
Spreading the inner heavy brown labia apart with his fingers, Father James studied the pink valley of flesh that opened up, with its little buds surrounding the oozing vaginal opening. The opening which was now flexing to show the white starchy honey. He raised the clitoral hood to uncover the pale nub of her sex.
Pressing it with his finger sent a shudder through Mary’s loins. Mary had not felt that jerk before. She couldn’t decide whether it was agonising or thrilling. It certainly gave her a sudden tingle of unexpected delight.
‘You are quite ready,’ he smiled. ‘Then, open your body ready to receive the love of God through his servant, in your personal secret shrine, designed in his wisdom for the act of worship.’
Propping herself against the rail, legs spread wide, face lifted to heaven beyond the shaft of sunlight, Mary suddenly cried out. ‘Take me into thy bosom, O Lord.’
Father James lifted his cassock and looked down at his turgid penis, half filled. He took it in the palm of his hand, wet with her juices, as if weighing it. It was some time since it last sank into a warm vagina. As he fondled it, the penis grew harder and longer. Today, he would begin transporting ladies to paradise again.
It wasn’t a very large penis. Just over five inches long and not too thick. In fact, an ideal size for a virgin to lose her maidenhead.
‘Now, Mary, you will feel your hidden passage penetrated and begin to stretch and fill. Since it has taken no visitors before, you may find it a little uncomfortable, but that will pass as it continues its journey to seek the key to your paradise. Then you will be filled with delight and joy. Whatever happens, though, you must not speak or the spell will be broken.’
Mary felt the bluntness nudge at her vulva. She was frightened, but daren’t speak. The lips were slowly pressed apart to allow the shaft to reach the portals of her vagina – her most secret mystery. Holding her breath, the experience of having her vagina penetrated for the very first time was overwhelming. Her mind focused on the sensation of the flesh moulding itself round the intruder.
The shaft slowly pushed deeper and deeper into her tight passage until she felt it entirely submerged within her. Then, gradually, it started to slide up and down. In and out. Behind the dizziness, and whirling in her head, she heard Father James whispering.
‘The Holy Spirit is seeking the path to your mystery. Exploring and searching your hidden passage for the key to open the gate to your heavenly paradise. Praise be to God for his goodness and mercy.’
‘Praise God!’ Mary panted in awe as she focused all her being on the first fuck of her life, though if course, she herself had no concept of fucking.
And Father James ravished the sweet virgin pussy with steady, firm thrusts. It was tight and warm and slippery. It was a wondrous feeling for him to once more relish the rapture of fucking. His cock slid in and out of her warm, soft pussy with ease as he continued to lull Mary into a feeling of security with soft words of praise for her bravery.
But Mary wasn’t really listening. She was beginning to delight in the new experience of having her pussy filled with cock. It soothed and excited her at the same time. Her loins clenched and her internal muscles gripped the Holy S
pirit. She looked up at the window in continued amazement as her body reached a curious feeling of joy and ecstasy. There she saw the kingdom of heaven in the stained glass. She cried out ‘Hallelujah.’
Then, at the pinnacle of a supreme peak of rapture never before experienced, she fainted, just as the Holy Spirit spurted its blessing into her.
After she had recovered, Mary was still in a daze of exaltation. She asked to visit the church again the following day, so that she could renew the wonderful feeling of being filled with the Holy Spirit and having it search her body for the key to heavenly bliss.
Mary didn’t confess all to her Aunt Ruth. She told her that they had just had a preliminary talk, for Mary had sworn on the bible to tell no-one whatsoever about her experiences. If she did, she doubted if she would be allowed a repeat visit.
So on her second visit, Mary wore a simple cotton muslin dress over her otherwise naked body. The anticipation of her visit had affected her loins to the extent that she felt the juices seeping from her secret passage already. She longed to have it felt and penetrated again, to feel that exquisite moment of happiness.
Once naked before Father James, sipping the red wine he had given her, Mary asked if she might see the Holy Spirit that had so easily sought her mystery and gave her such heavenly bliss, before doing so again.
‘Ah, that is a most private and heavenly thing,’ he explained. ‘But if you swear on the bible never to divulge what you see to any other person, I think I might be able to show you the Spirit.’
All this she swore solemnly before Father James raised the hem of his cassock to expose his genitals, now soft and relaxed.
Mary gasped. She was spellbound at the sight. She had never before seen the genitals of a man. She thought it was beautiful.
‘But how can a thing as soft as that penetrate my secret passage?’ she asked in awe.
‘Ah,’ came the reply, ‘we have to persuade the Holy Spirit to enter it, to fill it with its holy blessing. Once that has occurred, the instrument of the Lord will once more be capable of filling your mysterious passage in its quest for the key to your heaven.’
Mary stared wide-eyed in wonder as the penis began to stir and thicken. Encouraged to touch it, which she did in silent reverence, Mary saw the shaft lengthen and thicken in her hand.
‘You have filled the instrument with the essence of the Holy Spirit. It is time to allow it to penetrate your secret.’ And once again, Mary leaned over the rail, her buttocks thrust out proudly, eager to accept the visit of the Holy Spirit. She gasped with joy as she felt it reach into her, searching for the key.
Father James was delighted with his new convert, fucking her greedily with long, slow strokes until the urges of the flesh forced him to gather pace, propelling him to the final thrusts of agonising triumph. Jerking loins and heavy muscular spasms emptied his sperm into her willing vagina.
For her part, Mary was convulsed in a spasms of her own. She had discovered that touching the little button above her filled passage helped to bring about that most thrilling of bodily resolutions as she looked up at the window of heaven, crying out God’s name and her thanks for his beneficence.
Mary was eager to repeat the event straight away, but Father James assured her that she must not be too demanding of the Holy Spirit, who had to be allowed to recover from the labour of his worship. He told her to be patient and to return again the following Monday when he would once again transport her to heavenly joy.
Not surprisingly, Aunt Ruth was curious and not a little suspicious that Mary should be so reluctant to talk about her meetings with Father James. But she didn’t make too much of it. Instead she determined to follow her niece the next time, and see for herself.
So it came about the following Monday that Ruth followed Mary at a discreet distance. But when she slipped quietly into the church, her niece was nowhere to be seen. As Ruth was about to leave, thinking perhaps the Manse was the place to go, she heard voices.
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It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. The Host began with a tale about a birthday orgy involving a current top film star, the Theatre Company Manager’s tale was of her oral exploits with a famous actor and the Marketing Director’s tale of how the ‘Wife of Bath’, with her...
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There are tales of the Strap on Sex Variety. I want to see girls giving to guys up the ass with a big strap on cock. Choose from one of the options below: The first scenario is you get sent to and all women’s prison but you’re a guy. You get caught for reckless diving but the male prison is over crowed. So you get sent to a rough prison with corrupt female guards and wild inmates that haven’t seen a man in a long time. The second scenario is you have a hot girlfriend that is dominate. She is a...
BDSMThe stories written here will be focused on humilation as you can probably guess. You can pick a character and you will follow them on the most humilating experience of their life! The stories can contain fetishes such as (Wetting pants, sph, enf and enm, diapering and anything else) so long as it follows the guidelines. This is me writing for the first time so I apologise if my method of story telling and or style of writing changes drastically from different chapters, as I am just starting...
TRAVELS (LESBIAN TALES)Many of the lesbians I know or I’ve met, single or married, told me that much of the exciting sex they have had was on a trip, either a holiday or business. Here are a few examples, although all are fictitious, written as if they were narrated to me. MANDY (Single. 40 years old. Canadian. Brunette, rather plain face, nice body)I was never one to “go south” during our long cold winters, but last year I was fed up by the time Christmas came around and went to a travel...
Freshly found friend & elder b*o Phil invites me along to London next European Go Congress in Canterbury. After our luch meeting at a terrace in Namur in the francophone eastern part of Belgium, where only choice in beers is from strong till very strong indeed, just like the iinteresting impact of his hot short sexy spicy stories on submission of great gals to the whims of his whips & heaving hips. As we learnt with lovely looking Louisa from his arousing exposé about his curious...
SHORT PIECES (Gay Tales)THE DINERIt was 5AM and Jim couldn’t sleep. He was too horny. It was raining.“The hell with it”, he mumbled to himself. He put on his raincoat and left his apartment. It was dark and drizzling. Two blocks away the familiar letters in yellow neon lights spelled “Roger’s Diner”. It was open 24/7. Maybe someone he knew would be there. A young couple had the corner table in the rear. They were silent and sipped their coffee. Roger nodded to Jim. Jim sat on one of the...
SHORT PIECES (Lesbian Tales)THE WAITRESSAfter 27 years at the same restaurant, Lorna knew how to size up a new waitress, how to tell, you know. Eyes mainly, where they looked, if they looked. Never mind the young ones, they wouldn’t be interested anyway. A mature waitress, with experience, coming into a new job. Why ? Not Lorna’s problem. At least with a woman her age, she could tell. Like with Marge.“Sorry honey, let me squeeze in here”, Lorna would whisper as she rubbed her stomach against...
Here is a rewrite of an old story I wrote about 3 years ago. Archivable at any site, which allows free readership. Copyrighted to Caleb Jones 2000 A.D. All Rights reserved. Two Genie Tales By Caleb Jones A Last Request Bill Brewer couldn't believe his eyes. In his fifty-five years of life, nothing magical had ever taken place... until now. He had just cleaned an antique lamp of the layer of dust covering it, and a beautiful woman suddenly stood in front of him,...
Introduction Hi Everyone, this is Shalini and it is my first story on ISS, Recently I went out for office trip to USA and had an awesome experience, I was discussing this with Yug and he suggested that I should write this experience in ISS. So here I am sharing my USA Previously you must have read stories posted by my husband about our European vacation (Dreamy vacation 1,2 &3), the feedback on those stories have been phenomenal. Thanks!! Just to refresh those who are reading it for the first...
TWO TINY TOOL TALES by Throne For years John had considered himself an accomplished cocksman. Many women had succumbed to his considerable charms and he had bedded them all. Then he picked the wrong woman and found himself in trouble with The Revenge Court, an all female group dedicated to vigilante justice for egotistical cads like himself. Their sentence had been simple. He was to have his eight inch tool reduced to a mere hint of its full glory. John was stunned. His life...
Twisted Teen Tales by Rolf Palsy Chapter 1 Spanked and Raped by Daddy When I was fourteen, mom took a powder, leaving me...
Blood.. it had become my second skin, my mask of deception, my one true calling. Death, war and pain were the only things that ever pulled me back into this godforsaken reality, nothing could settle my unforgiving hands and the urge to bring never ending chaos upon this pitiful place we call earth. For many years I have wondered to many far and wide places but none of them seem to fill this gaping hole in my chest, those who I called friends have gone their separate ways from me and I can’t...
FantasyShibuya Japan is one of the biggest cities in Tokyo Japan. With its large population, grand architecture, and impressive urban infrastructure who wouldn’t want to live there. Recently the group known as the Phantom Thieves have skyrocketed in popularity. Unknown to the rest of the city, what makes up this Rouges gallery of thieves consists of regular high schoolers. And like all regular high schoolers, they aren’t safe from societal fears of embarrassment. One of these tales of misfortune...
When I was 24 and in the Navy, they sent me to a school at Vallejo California, where I spent the next 12 weeks. Vallejo is a small town north of San Francisco. I mean a small town. On the first visit I discovered the only ABS in town. It was enough. There was no internet back then, and I would buy porno playing cards (good for jerking off in the bathroom) and magazines. Straight porno because that’s what I enjoyed looking at while I jacked off. But then I would leave my bag up front and go back...
The thought of her father's fat, heavy cock increased Michelle desire, as she slipped a finger inside herself, and feeling her wetness, pushed the finger deeper. It was at that point that she remembered the hidden cameras her neighbour Julie had planted, and hoping she had the angle right, pulled her panties to her ankles and opened her legs. The thought that Julie was watching her wanton display made her finger herself faster. As she rubbed, she mentally photoshopped the image, where is was...
It happened at the swimming-pool where I go two or three times a week, quite early in the morning. It’s a modern pool, shared with the Secondary School next door and sometimes the pool sessions during the day are shared too; on my days off, I’ve been there later in the day when the older boys of the Upper School are having their lessons – lean young 16 to 18 year-olds, nearly always wearing those baggy board-shorts; the serious ones sometimes wear compression-style “Jammers” but always in...
This tale starts with Naruto. Naruto can be a child, meeting a brother figure, or with Naruto on his way to the academy. Either way plz follow these guidelines 1) All teams must be 4 Genin and 1 jonin, 2) Your OC must not be a godlike, overpowered, super ninja, at least not at the start of the story 3)Have fun writing and reading :)
The young Isabeau clenched her jaw and struck the ivory keys of the piano with her fists four times in quick succession. “Arpeggios, arpeggios, arpeggios! I despise arpeggios!” she screamed out in anger and frustration.Isabeau stood from her piano bench and stomped her way to the open window that looked out over the impeccably maintained garden of the mansion’s grounds. She stood in defiance with her back to her piano teacher, the Maestro, her arms crossed under her small breasts and her head...
SupernaturalPart One ~ his perspective~My wife Brittney and I married early in life. That was the best part. Because we both loved each other and also knew that there was a difference between love and sex. And we LOVED sex. We always flited with our friends and really enjoyed the times when we one would watch the other making out with one of our friends, and while the furthest either of us got was either giving or getting head, or eating pussy or getting pussy eaten; we’d never really had an opportunity to...
I had an apartment in Torrance, California about 20 years ago. As my Dad was out of town, my Mom took me to dinner. On the way there I had this strong feeling that something horrible was about to happen..I couldn’t eat. I thought I might lose a grandmother, or a major earthquake, I just knew it! My Mom was concerned about me so she drove me the long route home so we could talk. I got home and friends were waiting for me, so I told them something was going to happen, but what? I decided to walk...
It had seemed like a great idea at the time, having just finished her senior year at college, she remembered her parents offering her the prospect of six months in England, as a gap year, while she made up her mind whether to get a job or go to graduate school. It sounded so wonderful at the time, even though her Mom couldn’t accompany her & her Dad. While Mom would miss them both, she had to stay behind for her job. Michelle was excited though, that she could actually take Chico with her,...
“Go to your room,“ Michelle’s mother said quietly to her daughter as she looked for a floor cloth. “Where’s Julie?” Michelle asked still in a post-orgasmic daze. “Thank goodness she wasn't here to witness you being a slut,” said her father, “now go to your room.” Michelle trudged up the stairs with leaden feet as the enormity of what had just happened started to sink in. Her parents had caught her with the family pet and heaven only knows what would happen now. ‘Oh no’ she thought in...
**************** Sarah tried to shield her eyes against the strong Mexican sun as she walked down the steps at Mexico City airport, wondering if this was such a good idea. Here she was, a few months into the swinging nineties, and just a few weeks before she was due to get married to the man of her dreams, in the middle of a foreign city, all at the whim of someone she hadn't seen in four years. 'I must be mad' she thought to herself, as she remembered how the conversation had gone with...
Julie had just finished recounting the story of the wild time her and Sarah, (Michelle's mother) had in Mexico where Sarah had been ganged by seven dogs. Julie paused for a moment as she looked at Michelle's sweet young face and the pure pleasure that was etched across it as Chico throbbed and pulsed inside her, filling her with his seed. Julie knew that Michelle had come a long way in such a short time and was still young, but she was confident that Michelle could handle the final tasks....
"Yes," purred Julie, "Every member, myself, your mother and everyone you meet who is a fully-fledged member." Michelle drifted off to sleep, her head on Julie's shoulder, as she imagined her best friend and mentor Julie moaning with pleasure as she was fucked in the ass by a dog. The weird thing in her dream was that Michelle suddenly pictured Julie as Mary Poppins and she giggled in her sleep as Mary Poppins / Julie was fucked by a large dog. Michelle was still tired and struggled to...
-Clive Barker *** Herb looked at the house and whistled as he got out of the car. “Are you sure this woman’s not a real witch?” he said. “Who else would live here?” Herb’s wife shushed him. The old iron gate around the property’s dying lawn creaked when he pushed on it, and a winding path of broken stones led up to the tall, dark house with Gothic turrets and staring windows. You’d basically have to be a witch to move into a place like this like this, he thought. The realtor was...
If you don’t like interracial porn stories where a white wife goes black etc etc, then you may want to choose another story, in another category perhaps. Also, the black men in this story aren’t thugs or “gangsta,” they simply have sex with white women only. There are good guys and bad guys in this. Some form of justice is served in the end. As always, the appearance of characters are based off real people. Lisa is based off Lisa Ann, and Denise is based off Denise Milani – both appear in...
****I apologize to all my readers who read what should have been the ending to Conner Evans. The Breast size problem wont happen again I promise. I am definitely not the original writer of the genie chronicles, just a fan. Here’s a spin-off I hope all you guys will like. =) James walked out of the school, feeling the sun on his skin and taking a deep breath of fresh air. When he stood in the sun he felt like everyone else was gone, leaving him standing in his meadow. But he knew that they...
Just as well, thought Daali. She'd been feeling the ache since last night, but unfortunately she had been responsible for accomplishing more important tasks before dawn. And so, tonight she exited and secured the locker, adjusting her black stockings before strolling down the avenue. Her hips, wrapped in the scarlet dress she had chosen for this evening, swayed in time to the beat of her stilettos against the asphalt. She loved the way her ass looked in this outfit - it (and she) would be...