Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
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CHAPTER 1
Three months after high school graduation Amy Wishart lost her virginity, willingly, at a party at a friend’s home. Thomas Curtis, known by his buddies as Tom Cur, or simply as Mongrel when nicknames were used, performed the deed with reasonable skill and minimal discomfort to end Amy’s growing fear she might suffer ignominy by becoming an adult virgin.
Thomas, being a bit of a gentleman because his mother was a really nice person, even helped Amy to her feet afterwards and asked, ‘How was that?’
Amy’s answer was to burst into tears so Thomas walked away cheerfully, not looking back. Thomas sent his sister Kate to the laundry to be with Amy and both females discussed that action as being heroic because they believed males tended to behave like tomcats and cover their tracks.
Unfortunately Thomas was left to rue his choice of comforter for Amy because Kate told their mom next morning. When Thomas walked into the kitchen for late breakfast wearing just shorts he was hit in the back between the shoulder blades by his mom who screamed, ‘You beast, you beast. Amy Wishart’s virginal ways made her the outstanding girl in Kate’s group of friends. How could you, how could you?’
Before she could deliver a second blow Thomas had disarmed her and smacked her ass hard.
Raymond Curtis burst into the kitchen, drawn by the commotion from bed where he’d been peacefully reading the sports section in Saturday morning’s newspaper. He found his wife Dianna and daughter crying in each other’s arms and no sign of his son.
Wisely Thomas didn’t return home till dinnertime. Relief at his reappearance figured more prominently than his misdemeanor that by then was fading into insignificance. His mom eyed him cautiously and said ‘Sorry’ and Thomas gave her the lopsided grin she so adored. Raymond had virtually forgotten how he was going to punish his son when next he saw him and so sighed and said grace and everyone focused on eating.
The Curtis’s were having coffee at the table when there was a knock at the backdoor. Kate returned to the dining room with a smiling Amy and even Thomas was astonished when Amy chose to sit beside him instead of where she usually sat, beside Kate.
Dianna cleared her throat and said, ‘Thomas you have an apology to make to Amy.’
Thomas looked puzzled and asked, ‘What for?’
Amy deepened the drama when she looked puzzled and asked, ‘Yes Mrs Curtis. What for?’
An unexpected hero broke the awkward silence. Raymond pulled out fifty bucks and handing it to Thomas said, ‘Why don’t you three kids go skating or to a movie?’
‘Nah,’ said Thomas, handing back the bill. ‘I have to pack.’
‘Where are you going?’ Amy asked.
‘Mom is sending me to live with her sister and husband until I go to college.’
‘Oh god, where?’
‘About a thousand miles from here.’
Amy pushed her chair back and went running for the backdoor screaming ‘No, no. How could anyone be so stupid?’
Kate followed in hot pursuit.
Raymond looked at his son and shook his head. ‘Just mix with pals for as long as you can son. It’s far easier to understand guys.’
They looked at Dianna.
‘What, what’s wrong? Why did Amy run out like that?’
‘She’s in love with me mom, that’s what.’
‘Thomas don’t be so ridiculous. Why do men have to be so thick-headed? You destroyed that dear girl’s most precious possession.’
Father and son looked at one another and raised their eyebrows.
Half and hour later Kate called and Dianna, as was the custom, answered the phone when Kate was not available.
‘Hi it’s Kate. I’m staying the night with Amy. She’d terribly upset.’
‘But why, what did I do?’
‘Mom if you don’t know you’ll never know. Goodnight. You are rarely a witch.’
Dianna found Raymond watching sport on TV. ‘Kate is staying over with Amy tonight. She just said I’m rarely a witch. What the hell does that mean?’
Eyes glued to the screen Raymond said, ‘How should I know? Ask Kate.’
‘Grrrrrrrr.’ Dianna growled in frustration and went off to finish the dishes.
At 5:00 am Thomas shook his mom awake. ‘I’m off.’
‘Thomas I’ve been thinking. Stay. Only the blind can’t see.’
‘What?’
‘Amy has decided she likes you. I don’t know why but it appears so.’
‘Why did you think she sat beside me last night?’
‘Well then I thought it was to indicate she’d forgiven you.’
Thomas sniggered. ‘She was looking for more of the good thing mom.’
‘Thomas please, don’t talk crudely to your mother like that.’
Thomas said he was off. A bit of hard work on the ranch would help set him up for college football. ‘Amy will have forgotten me as soon as some other guy grabs a tit.’
His mom said women were not like that and asked Thomas to fetch her wallet from the top drawer of her dresser. He did that and said his dad had come in with money last night.
‘Here’s another five hundred and we’ll continue your weekly allowance.’
‘Thanks mom but stop the allowance if you wish. I’ll be working for wages for Uncle Dan or for neighbors. Ranch labor is wanted at this time of year.’
‘Take care darling,’ Dianna said, pulling him to her, kissing him and stroking his face. ‘I’m sorry I screwed up last night.’
‘It’s fine. Tell Amy I’ll see her at college and she can room-share with me if she wants more of me.’
‘Oh darling, please don’t think of young women as fuck bags.’
Thomas gazed at his mom amazed, a look she saw in the dim light of dawn that left her embarrassed.
‘Wash you mouth out mother. Tell dad I said goodbye.’
* * *
The high-mileage Toyota pickup was in good shape. Thomas and his best pal Mike were always working on their vehicles together keeping them ticking over. He knew he’d miss Mike over the summer.
Blonde with curls, lean with not much muscle development yet, the eighteen-year old thought sadly it would have been a great summer fucking Amy legless, er if he were capable of doing that. To date all his females had been up and away as soon as they’d had his first stream or two over their tits. It was all about being scared of being caught doing it.
Thomas drove slowly down the drive, not wishing to wake his dad or near neighbors because it was early Sunday morning, day of rest. Last night his dad had handed him two grand and flicking at one eye had said Thomas was beginning a great adventure and not to screw it like sleeping in a brothel he’d mistaken for a motel and being rolled and even his vehicle stolen. His dad had said it was tough out there, but fun and a time to sow wild oats.
At the end of the street, Thomas sped off to the freeway. God, that look in his dad’s eye talking about sowing wild oats. His dad had never spoken to him like that before. One day he must talk to his dad about his youthful escapades. It had been four years since he’d last seen Gina and Dan. It had been at their wedding and they’d looked such a sexy couple. Gina was the real babe of the four sisters, his mom the oldest being next best. Ooooh, Gina would have been a great fuck on her wedding night.
Well back to the present. He thought he’d probably drive 600 miles and then find somewhere to stay, preferably a brothel. He grinned. He’d be almost prepared to bet his dad had left home to begin an adventure and had been rolled and his money stolen on his first night away from home. God his mom would have a fit if she knew her husband had had sex with prostitutes before her met her. Well perhaps they were college girls working as motel maids, definitely not maiden maids.
* * *
Gina came off the phone and told Dan that was her sister Dianna. ‘Thomas is on his way.’
‘Well you’ll have to look after him. I don’t want that skinny creep under my feet.’
‘Dan he will have grown quite a bit in four years and what you term cre
ep was shyness. It was the first wedding he’d even been to and women kept telling him how good looking he was. No young guy likes being told that.’
‘You used to tell me I was good looking.’
‘Well if you shaved and showed more and had your hair styled I would return to saying that.’
Dan grinned and refilled their coffee mugs. You go in tomorrow and get yourself dolled up. He’ll expect me to look like a tired and worried rancher but will be expecting you to be looking as you were on our wedding day.’
‘Careful Dan, that is almost a romantic notion. I don’t want you going soft on me… you have those bulls to shift today.’
‘A guy works better after being revved up fucking. Get those tits over here darling.’
Next afternoon Dan had come in early and was just out of the shower. He looked out towards the road and saw dust rising on the access track.
‘Your nephew is arriving.’
‘Oh sheet, I’m not ready.’
‘He won’t care about make-up. He wants to see great hair, a big smile and your tits pulled up high and tight.’
‘God Dan you’re awful,’ Gina said coming into the room, her hair up like he remembered at the wedding, er from looking at the wedding photos, but the local hairdresser had not been as skilled as the big city one.
‘God I think he’s driving one of those go-forever pickups,’ Dan said almost in awe. ‘That’s very un-American but great thinking for a young guy with not much money because gas consumption will be lower.’
‘Lower than what?’
‘American pickups. Weren’t you listening?’
‘I’m doing eye shadow.’
Dan said slyly, ‘Condoms are in the top drawer of my bedroom cabinet.’
‘Dan!’ Gina yelled. ‘That is so fucking disgusting. He’s my nephew.’
Dan looked into blue fearless eyes, or eyes he thought looked fearless. He also was a bit miffed. The kid was almost an inch taller and wasn’t wearing cowboy boots so he had to amend that to two inches taller.
‘Great to see you again kid. Is it still that stuffy Thomas or do I call you Tom?’
‘Tom is fine providing mom’s not around. My buddies back home call me Mongrel.’
‘Mongrel? Are you a bad ass kid?’
‘No. At Middle School kids shorten my name Thomas Curtis to Tom Cur and then a kid said cur was a dog so I had a fight with him. Kids pulled us apart and he said I had mongrel in me and that name stuck, all through school and through high school.’
‘Well I don’t think Mongrel is an acceptable name for my nephew,’ Gina said, strolling on to the porch and leaning against a roof post and dressed in high cowgirl boots, her tightest jeans and a light-blue embroidered cowgirl shirt.
‘Jesus Aunt Gina,’ said the half-stunned nephew.
‘Jesus,’ echoed Dan.
‘Oh come on boys, there’s no need to go over the top. ‘Take a good look Tom because you won’t often see me dolled up. I’m a rancher’s wife.’
Tom was drinking a soda, Dan a beer and Dianna had a glass of wine when the guest said, ‘I’m keen to work on the ranch.’
‘What sweeping floors for Gina?’
‘Come on Uncle Dan, don’t tease.’
‘Call me Dan.’
‘And call me Gina.’
‘Thanks guys. Um I want to toughed up for college football.’
‘Football and not soccer?’
‘Yeah football.’
‘Good man. Okay, fencing and clearing drains will be good for you.’
‘What about riding horses? I’m told that helps fitness.’
‘We don’t have horses. We have farm bikes called ATVs.’
‘All terrain vehicles.’
‘You know about ATVs.’
‘Yeah, I ride bikes back home although I don’t have one.’
‘I’ll allocate you one for while you’re here. We have a couple of spares.’
* * *
Three weeks later Dan had gone with a group on a two-day tour to look at bulls for sale. The next morning Tom as he now called himself had the top bedding thrown back and had started jacking off, thinking of Gina, when she swept into the room calling hi and carrying coffee.
Tom was caught red-handed.
Gina slammed to a halt and put her free hand over her mouth and blushed. Tom lay frozen, both hands over his dick.
‘Ohmigod, I’m sorry.’
‘It’s cool,’ he said, voice quavering. ‘T-the house was so quiet. I thought you would be asleep. I began thinking of you and… well.’
Regaining her poise, Gina said, ‘It’s fine Tom. I imagine all healthy guys on their own do it.’
‘D-do you?’
‘I played around a bit before getting up this morning, yes.’
‘God I didn’t expect you to be that honest.’
Gina ignored that. ‘Would you like me to finish for you?’
Tom could only nod.
Gina put down his mug of coffee and pushed his hands away.
‘My god, and you’re only eighteen.’
Tom nodded dumbly but his cock answered by stiffening even more.
Gina began cranking. ‘May I spit on it for lube?’
‘Yeah go ahead, you can suck it if the mood takes you.’
‘May I?’ his aunt said, turning to look at him, sending Tom scarlet.
‘P-please do. But only if you d-don’t mention this.’
‘What you and I do Tom will be our secret. I promise. However I am unlikely to suck you.’
Gina was palming and fingering Tom, playing him like a, er, musician. She was good, sensationally good. Tom’s eyes closed and after a little while he thought she must be dipping his cock head into water. His eyes opened and his body went rigid. She had his cock in her mouth and it was pushing out a cheek.
She was bent over him, feet on the floor and had bent her trunk so her butt had come around towards him. Eyes closed again Tom stroked her butt and felt her pull up skirt. That was surely an invitation. He casually dropped his hand and brought it back in to discover she wasn’t wearing panties. Almost whistling to keep relaxed her slowly inserted a finger into her cunt.
‘Oooh Tom,: she panted. ‘I didn’t realize you were that experienced.
Huh?
Tom opened his eyes and looked over her flank to find his middle finger was in her butt.
Jesus!
He blew filling her mouth.
She lifted up spluttered and spitting out come and snarled, ‘Jesus Tom, where was the warning?’
He pulled his finger out of her anus and said meekly, ‘I er am not all that experienced.’
Gina was still spitting semen over him. Jesus what a whore!
Gina was brushing furiously at her mouth with a hand and whining that she never had swallowed cum before this, never.
Tom could smell her arousal only he didn’t know what that was. He thought she just had a smelly pussy.
‘I’m off to brush my teeth,’ she groaned. ‘Jesus Tom.’
Tom was used to taking off when his mom was mad and this was no different. He grabbed a thermos of water from the fridge and took off on the tractor to pull out more rotting posts that Dan had marked for him with a spayed X in orange paint.
Around mid morning he watched Gina arrive on her ATV. She stopped and switched off.
‘Show me your tits.’
‘Don’t be so rude. God do you know anything about women?’
He grinned and said he didn’t know and she laughed.
She reached into her backpack and pulled out a bundle. ‘Here’s some hotcakes. You haven’t had breakfast. Bye.’
‘Wait.’
She had the motor running but made no effort to ride off.
‘I’d like you to fuck me, to teach me.’
‘I’ll think about it.’
Tom pushed his chin forward. ‘I’d like you to think about it now.’
She grinned. ‘Very well, work a few more hours and then come home. We can do it providing you pick up your act and jump and do things when I ask for help the first time, rather than having me ask twice and you respond half-heartedly.’
‘Okay.’
Gina looked at him closely. ‘Are you sure when I say I’ll expect you to jump to it you know what it means?’
‘Yeah. Are you sure you really know how to fuck?’
She grinned, giving him th
e two fingers sign and rode off.
‘Way out,’ Tom said, returning to work. He figured Gina would be thirty-two. He crowed to the sky, ‘I’m going to fuck an old woman!’
* * *
Gina worked at bottling apricots, something she’d done with her maternal grandmother and mother and continued doing it although buying a big can was probably cheaper and eliminated her labor but it just wasn’t the same, not matter if the canned product had been packed when the fruit was beautifully ripe, which wasn’t often. Plums would be her next target and then she’d process berries and freeze sufficient to last them for twelve months.
God to think of all the women her age who hadn’t a clue about bottling and never thought of freezing anything they hadn’t purchased from the supermarket.
She kept looking at the clock and wondering. This would be adultery and her sister Dianna would kill her if she found out, screaming it was incest. It wasn’t was it? Um no.
Gina never wore panties unless in jeans and she was without them now, being in a dress, and had removed her bra to save Tom from having to fumble. She grinned, thinking not since high school had a guy asked to see her breasts. Well they were swollen now and the nipples raised because she’d been thinking sex, sex, sex. God she was such a slut.
When would he come, er arrive? Then she figured that out. When he was hungry. That would be sometime between noon and 2:00. She made him a thick salad sandwich and wouldn’t mind if he ate that before… well before.
Gina looked at the clock when she heard the bike and grinned. It was 12:45 and that meant he was keen, nothing like being young and keen. She rubbed over her nipples to make sure they were up when he saw them.
Tom entered the laundry and she could hear him washing his hands and face. She played with her nipples and then he came barging in, looked at the sandwich but ignored it, charging on to her instead.
‘Hi Tom. Want tit for lunch?’
‘God you are great Gina. You think like a guy.’
She was ever so pleased. ‘Pull the top of my dress down and my tits will pop out for you. Gina held the back of his head and pushed her other hand through his hair and he sucked her nipples, making cooing noises. That was ever so sweet.
Tom pushed two fingers into her a little roughly but she wasn’t complaining, that was preferable to him marking time, unsure of what to do next. She was pleased he hadn’t said stupidly why wasn’t she wearing a bra and panties.
She reached down and unzipped him. He reached down and pulled it out for her. Oh wasn’t he such a darling.
Gina led Tom to the nearest bed already pumped up because he’d been wriggling a finger up her butt.
‘Stick it in me and fuck Tom, make me scream into my climax.’
The novice did well, much better and the screaming, head-shaking and writhing Gina had expected, having three climaxes over two hours and she then tongue-kissed Tom and suggested he get back to work, allowing her to clean up.
Gina did clean up after an hour’s perfect sleep.
Throughout the summer Tom and Gina enjoyed periods of secret sexual coupling. If Dan knew about this misbehavior he never indicated such knowledge and that indicated to his wife Dan didn’t know because he wasn’t one to hold back on anything he found upsetting. Perhaps he couldn’t comprehend that an aunt and nephew would engage in such behavior whereas she felt perfectly relaxed about it and preferred the liaison to remain secret.
When the time came for Tom to leave she kissed him goodbye proudly, knowing she’d taught him every thing she’d wanted him to know about sex. Dan, no longer winning at arm-wrestling was proud of having helped Tom to gain muscle and adult strength.
* * *
Only Kate was at home when Tom arrived and she flew into his arms in great excitement and was embarrassed but not horrified when Tom cupped her breasts and expertly ran his thumbs over her concealed nipples and said, ‘These have developed, it would appear you have been well fucked and repeatedly since I’ve been away.’
‘Earle Harrington,’ Kate said, flushing even more than when her brother the jerk had just groped her.
‘Wow, I’m impressed. Babes regard him as hot property but difficult to corner.’
‘H-he came after me.’
That left Tom even more impressed.
Tom’s parents arrived and his mom was already crying before she got out of the car but had spotted him. She hugged him and then Raymond and Kate’s mouths popped open when they saw the ease in which Tom lifted Dianna who was no lightweight and held her high.
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Frontage Road Hot LoadsWhere I live here in the desert Southwest the freeways bypassed a lot of older small towns and stops along the way. Many survive but are quiet for the most part. Vast stretches of older state highways are now just frontage roads for the freeways and serve the isolated communities along the way. Very often guys pull off the freeway and drive stretches of these older roads for a change of scenery and the thrill of driving on old Rt 66 or one of the other classic routes....
Stacy and I had finished all the paperwork. Renting a motor home for two weeks took a lot of signing and agreeing. It was late July and we were heading north where we didn't have a plan or care. We were looking forward to a fun adventure in the southwest. The vehicle was big; a nice bedroom in the back with a queen-size bed, a dresser and a TV. Then forward of the bedroom was a fairly nice bathroom with a shower that looked like it could hold two people... which I was hoping it would...
Wife LoversAfter turning 18, Helen was working in a roadhouse and lots of young truckers came through the joint. Helen had fucked most of them after only 4 months slinging hash........she had slung her juicy young cunt at a lot of cock.She had been fucked in Whites, Macks, Freightliners and even gang-banged on a pile of tarpaulins by a gang of truckers. She loved the feel of cocks ramming deep in her young pussy driving her over the top with orgasm after orgasm. Eventually the inevitable...
Saturday saw the five of us heading off down the highway to Bairnsdale. Ernie was sitting in the front seat with his gammy leg stretched out in front of him, Jess was relegated to the backseat. Dom and Cheryl followed in Dom's roadster. Doug and his wife greeted us at the farm. Alice, Doug's other half suggested we take a tour of the old homestead and then we could decide if we were still interested. Interested was an understatement. Doug had removed the hay bales off the veranda and...
Alan Prescott, the Sire officer invited us in. "How can I help you folks?" I introduced everybody and gave him a brief outline on our plans for the roadhouse. "What we are here for today is to see if we can use the old homestead for that purpose, if so, what do we need to do from now on?" He pulled out a map and we located the house, pointing out that the title was for ten acres. "The area is zoned Rural A, that's agricultural. We can rezone it Rural B, that will allow you to...
Ahhh, the first summer heat wave! Technically not really summer yet, it was still a few weeks away, but just try to tell the weather what to do. The man on the radio warned that it would reach the high eighties before noon, then of course went into full 'scare the public' mode with warnings of heat stroke, hydration, blah blah blah. I tuned him out, thinking how fortunate I was. I had scheduled an off-site meeting with a vendor several towns away from corporate headquarters. Could life get any...
Office SexKevin White walked along the edge of the highway leading out of Rockland Springs. The sun was already in the lower half of the sky and he hoped someone would take pity on him soon and offer him a lift. When he was younger, his father had told him that growing up was a matter of making bad decisions and learning from them. If that was the case, he told himself, then he'd certainly grown up a lot in the last twelve hours. Otherwise, the decision to use his bus ticket to back what he thought...
Our return to the Valley of the Wind was brief. The ice had already broken in the river before we arrived. Master Jo had been riding pretty much non-stop while we were gone, and had relearned the comfortable manner atop a horse that he had as a young man on Temple. He certainly thought that the saddle helped. His home facet of Temple's idea of a saddle had been pretty similar to those of the Zadaru, a blanket and a leather pad. The northern post road was clear, and had been clear for a...
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just worried about what them damn Worker’s Comp people have decided. All of them white-shirt assholes don’t have a clue the pain I deal with.” Emmitt was injured in a mining accident four years ago and had just been through a disability review in Hazard. Sure, he faked a lot of the time just to get that free money, but he had to play the game. “I should be getting a determination letter any day now.” “I’m sorry honey. I know it’s got ya worried but it’ll work out. Do you want...
Betty’s alarm went off at 4:30 as always. She reached over, slapped the alarm, looked over and Emmitt wasn’t in bed. She got up and headed up the hall to the bathroom. Looking up the hall, there sat Emmitt at the kitchen table. She stepped into the bathroom, peed, then walked into the kitchen. “You ok?”“Yeah, I’m fine. Just worried about what them damn Worker’s Comp people have decided. All of them white-shirt assholes don’t have a clue the pain I deal with.” Emmitt was injured in a mining...
Our next stop is for lunch, so we tidy up, change whatever clothes need changing, and go and linger for a while in a restaurant like two ordinary people who haven’t just had a wild time on the side of the road. Engine refuelled, our stomachs filled and caffeine fix treated, we get back into the car, me driving, and hit the road again. Our mood has changed, the sexual tension has lessoned and we catch up on the little stories we normally would have told each other daily, but haven’t for the...
BDSMI stepped out of Maureen's car as she handed me my sleeping bag. She asked, "Are you sure about this? You do know what happened out here?""Maur, if I don't do this, then Layla and the rest will think I'm just a coward and never allow me to live it down. Besides, I don't believe in all those stories. There isn't anything out here except a road with a name that scares people.""I don't think so, Rach. I've heard all the stories since I was just a kid. I was always warned about being out here after...
Fantasy & Sci-FiThe three weeks leading up to their vacation, Rachel had become something of a fixture at the house. She had her own car, so she didn’t have to bum rides from friends or parents. Rachel really liked coming here for she was accepted for who she was 100%. The fact that there were a multitude of holes to fuck and even a couple of real dicks to ride certainly helped. Also, one person at the house seemed to have a serious crush on her, Samantha. For her part she said it was because Rachel was a...
Molly told me that we weren’t driving directly home. Instead we were taking a road trip to the beach. She only told me that I needed to get to I-40 and take that to Wilmington, NC. We would be eating the food we had left over from the nudist camp. Our only stops would be when we stopped for bathroom breaks or gas. At least that was the plan. I don’t think I will ever get comfortable with the gawking I get whenever I get out of the Lotus at a rest area. Molly is doing surprisingly well...
Now that I had found out how to 'fly the Road' I was sorely disappointed when I didn't have my dream again that night or in the week running up to Christmas. I hid my disappointment by keeping busy doing other things. Brenda invented a powerful snow-blower using scrap that she had reclaimed from my garage. Together we made the rounds of all my summer clients with an offer to keep their drive clear whenever there was fresh snow. We made a great team I thought - Brenda with her inventions,...
Kelly and her husband, Mitch decided they needed to get away for a little while. Since Mitch was working from his laptop for the next few weeks, they decided to head up to the summer house. It was a nice two-room cabin in the mountains near a lake. They would normally go up for vacation and hike, fish, sail with friends and relatives. This trip, it was just the two of them, and in the off-season.Kelly dressed in shorts and a tank top for the ride up, getting a head start on being comfortable....
ExhibitionismA Road Trip Gone Wrong By Jaana "A recent college graduate has a chance encounter with a young woman, unaware that he would become the recipient of a terrible curse." *** WARNING: The following story contains graphic depictions of sex, masturbation and female arousal. Rated X. You have been warned. *** *** PROLOGUE *** He should have suspected a trick. What where the odds? And now here he was in lobby of a motel, fighting a rising hunger as between his soft, curvy...
Hi, I am Sheela. I am 53 years old. I am a widow. I am a mother to over 16 children (none adopted, all mine). I am a mixed-race woman. My father was an Indian, but my mother was white British. Now, let’s get to the story. It happened some years back, and I just got down to write it all down. I had boarded the train to my home. It was late in the night, and the train was packed. I slid my suitcase underneath my berth and took my seat. Moments later, a guy came to me and claimed the seat to be...
Ann and Will were an older couple that enjoyed sex and exploring their fantasies. Since meeting on Lush several years ago, they had gone from being cyber-lovers to physical lovers. As they became physically connected, they had found many ways to enjoy each other. They never failed to try something new in their relationship if one or the other wanted to try it. This had broadened their sexual appetites in many ways and found them always stretching the boundaries of what each other would do.Will...
AnalI'm Meg. I moved to this area a few months ago and just recently bought this house. I've not really explored much as I've been getting the inside finished. I'm five feet four inches tall and have a curvy shape, hazel eyes and blondish hair. I live on a dead end street. The pavement stops at my house and beyond my house it turns into an old dusty road. I decided one morning I wanted to see what was beyond my house. So I set out walking down that dirt track. The trees were beautiful, all shapes...
BDSMHarlan could not believe the string of bad luck and hasty decisions that had led him to nearly dying at the tender age of 25 on that twisted mountain road: he received a letter in the mail informing him that a storage locker belonging to his great aunt, who had recently passed, now belonged to him, and that the only way to keep from losing everything inside of it was for him to go in person to that little town upstate on the other side of the mountains where she lived and died, and sign a new...
One of the bike clubs I belonged to was the sponsor and organizer of the STP. Over the thirty years that they had been doing the STP, they had gotten it down to an art form. As an event, it pretty much ran itself, or at least that’s how it appeared to the riders on the event. To the organizers, it was just this side of a nightmare! Picture, if you will, trying to provide enough logistical support for roughly eight-thousand cyclists along a two-hundred mile route across two states, over a...
Jaycee couldn’t help but laugh a little as Andy did his mad dash around the front of the truck. He really did not look like a man a little over thirty, no matter what his license said. And he was cute, really cute – not that she could have talked to Sarah about that with him sitting right there! He was also sweet, she mused, as her hand toyed with the zipper on the jacket he loaned her. Still, she barely knew him, or he her, for that matter. After all, he’d only picked her up off the side of...
Amy was annoyed, anxious and apprehensive as she drove home. She was getting married so she was apprehensive. She was annoyed at the drive home. The drive was not that long; about a hundred miles. She was not annoyed at the distance. It gave her time to think. She was intrigued at the countryside. You could see for miles when you topped one hill and could see between the valleys. The dark green pastures could be seen for miles until they turned to a dark blue as they blended with the clouds in...
In another few months, all hell would break loose in the Arkansas wildlife refuge I camped at overnight: the various hunting seasons would begin. Rabbits, squirrel, ducks, geese, deer, and even chipmunks beware! The hunters are coming! The hunters are coming! In absolute stillness, I stood with a small empty envelope in my hand, alone on the banks of the White River in Arkansas, as I watched my late wife's ashes drift slowly away from me on the surface of the water carried by hidden eddies....
*** PROLOGUE ***He should have suspected a trick. What where the odds? And now herehe was in lobby of a motel, fighting a rising hunger as between hissoft, curvy thighs a vagina - his vagina - was softly pulsing, wet,eager to be penetrated. The thought repulsed him but his new,oversexed body was calling the shots now. He had been a fool, agullible male fool, to let himself be tricked like that...*** THE TRAFFIC JAM ***It was a hot, summer day. David drummed his fingers impatiently on...
Off-Road Goddess Copyright 2011 Christopher D.B.Normally on a Friday night I’d be at a local sports bar with some friends or out prowling a singles bar with a modest chance of bringing some lady home just before closing time. It was a real change from that routine to be in the basement of my apartment building sorting out various items of camping gear in my storage locker. From my old Boy Scout mess kit to an ultra lightweight backpacking tent I had picked up during my college days, I had...
I was so tired. Having a husband and three kids meant the housework was never done and it seemed like I’d been cleaning forever. And no-one ever helped, except to make even more bloody mess. As soon as I got the kitchen cleaned, wallop, more muck appeared.I was done, at the end of my patience, finished with all this crap. I needed some time to be me again. Not a wife, not a mother, not a damn housekeeper. I needed to be me, Tori. Damn, I’d almost forgotten her: the vibrant young woman that used...
Wife LoversBack when I was relatively young, eighteen or so, but still thought I knew more or less everything , an old boyfriend of mine invited me to go to his parents' house near Perpignan in France. The house was on the coast there and sounded adorable. Despite my arrogance, I wasn't stupid and soon checked out that we weren't going to go on our own but with three more friends, two girls and a guy. I wasn't even the youngest, the youngest was a partial friend of mine who was only seventeen then. It...
ExhibitionismThis is a continuation of my A Wish to God characters. Just like A Wish To God, it stands as it's own story. But you probably should read Wish To God first before reading this story. Enjoy. Raod Trip by Brad Miller Part 1 Ron and I were going to have a lot of fun with our unique powers. It was about ten minutes ago when Ron came to my house to talk to me, well actually he came to Raquel's house and talked to me inhabiting Raquel's body. Ron wasn't himself either. He was...
Maggie saw the exit for highway 181 and pulled the car off Interstate 80, stopped at the stop sign, then made a right turn and headed south down the two-lane state highway. It was going to be a long, lonely drive but she figured that the isolated road with its lack of hustle and bustle would give her time to think about the decisions she needed to make in the next day or two. She was headed to Wichita, Kansas to visit her mother in the nursing home and most probably for the last time. The...
"Mom, I don't know what to do. I'm pushing and pushing, but it won't go in," Josh said, totally exasperated. "Just slide it in nice and easy, baby," his sexy mother Erica replied. "Okay." Josh did as his mother asked, going nice and slow, but once again, he found his efforts stymied as he tried to slowly push it further in. "It's not working. I don't know what to do. I feel like giving up." "C'mon, baby. You can do it. I know it's long and thick, but I think if you just...