The Yellow Book Fantasies Ch 8 Miss Fancy
- 2 years ago
- 21
- 0
1964 was a far different world than the one we all live in today. Ronnie couldn’t know that of course, he was fresh out of high school and like most young men at the time, there was not a single clue in his mind of what he would do with his life.
His world had been school, and work, it was the only world he knew. As far as anything like a social life, there just was not any time and even going to something sports practice was impossible.
Growing up on the farm didn’t help one bit, the family was dirt poor compared to most of the other kids he knew. Those kids all had parents that had good union jobs in the local paper mill, they were all rich.
All his family had was acres and acres of land, hills covered with trees, fields that needed harvesting. A few times each year there would be some money coming in, those times meant a trip to town in the boat. Most of the time when they sold some hay or some meat, they delivered that with the wagon, then led back a Cow or some Rabbits, once it was several Goats.
Ronnie grew up chopping wood and milking Cows, using the school bus as his delivery system for the fresh foamy milk to some of his neighbors.
Each year he walked the 9 miles over to Jenny and Harry Bodine’s place, Harry was crippled with arthritis so Ronnie fell some trees and split it for them. 10 cords of firewood was a lot of axe swinging. But Ronnie just went at a steady pace, stopping only to eat and sleep and after a few days he had theirs done.
He just slept each night over there the entire time until it was all done.
There were Chickens, too, he carefully gathered the eggs and washed them gently, wrapping them in the cloth he cut from left over grain sacks.
Rain or shine, he walked the mile and a half to meet the bus, carrying the big milk containers, or his five gallon pail filled with eggs.
Then it was the 20 mile ride to town for school. His stop was as far as the bus could go, there was a big turnaround down by the river, and an abandoned train trestle he crossed to to get to the other side.
Sometimes the wind came in off the ocean and over the low hills so strongly he had to crawl across the rickety trestle.
Farming meant work, every single day, even on Sundays. Going to school was the only relief, as soon as he got home it was change clothes and back to doing something.
Ronnie had saved his money from the time he was big enough to do anything at all, putting it carefully in the big gallon jar he kept hidden in the barn underneath the boards.
He had $900.00, far more than his parents even had. That was all that was left after he bought the 1955 Desoto from old man Wilcox that lived on the farm that joined theirs. He bought that the year they put in the road, it was more like a path than a road but then the huge trucks had arrived and dumped gravel on it, so now they could actually drive all the way to town even when it rained.
It had taken quite a bit of talking but old man Wilcox had finally grudgingly agreed to the $56.00 he had offered for the old car. All four tires were flat and one fender was pretty badly caved in, plus the engine didn’t run. When Ronnie agreed to also repair the roof on Mr. Wilcox’s chicken house, the deal was done.
Ronnie hauled it home with the Farmall tractor after unstacking a few dozen bales of hay off the top of it.
‘What the hell did ya buy that thing for?’ His Dad had said, looking at the crack in the windshield and the missing wiper blade on the passenger side. He gave out another snort when he walked around and saw the right front fender jammed against the wheel.
‘I can fix it up.’ Ronnie had protested, noting his Dad’s disapproving look.
‘Shoulda bought a Chevy, them things use too much gas.’ His Dad said, then wandered off to do some work.
It took six months and lots of effort, but one day Ronnie started the car. It belched huge clouds of smoke for nearly an hour, then settled down into a steady throb once he got fresh fuel and oil to it.
The crack in the windshield was gone, he had found one car just like it in a wrecking yard and had raided parts every time he got a chance. The used fender he put on was green, the car was red and white.
Gunther Morgan owned the yard, and was happy to have a strapping young man show up to move heavy stuff around in exchange for parts.
Ronnie learned a lot about how cars were put together from Mr. Morgan.
Now running and driving, he sanded it down and painted it all bright red, the same color as the barn roof since his Dad had the five gallon bucket of paint. It wasn’t very shiny but it looked all right. That took several days since he had to use a brush, it was really hard to not have the paint show streaks, but by being careful, he managed fairly well.
Now with $900.00 in cash and a car that ran well, plus his high school diploma in hand, he was off to his Grandmother’s house in California. There was a Junior college there he could attend for free.
He could stay there for free too, that way the family didn’t have to pay someone to keep an eye on her.
Grandma had a tendency to wander off, more than once a policeman brought her home when she decided to go ‘home’ to her house in Oklahoma.
On foot.
Ronnie didn’t mind looking after her, she was nice to him, always telling him stories. Even better, she got used to him coming home regular as clockwork and she would be sitting there waiting for him, looking out the window.
She never forgot the stories, either. He would sit and listen as she told how her folks had loaded up the truck with everything they owned and left their farm. It was impossible to live there any more, the dirt and dust was everywhere.
They had to stuff rags under the door to try and keep it out, that helped but it never did stop coming. It would end up in their food, their clothes. Everyone’s faces were always dirty.
When her Dad was digging a well trying to find more water and all the water he found was mixed with smelly black stuff, the Cows couldn’t drink that.
There was more of that smelly stuff in the remains of the creek, too. The Cows could drink that but barely, then some of them began to die off. So they just abandoned the farm, loaded yo and moved to California.
Ronnie didn’t mind hearing the stories over and over, His Grandma had a deep accent and it was interesting to listen.
The other good thing was Grandma never forgot how to cook, lord could she cook! There was always food around, she got her military pension from Grandpa having been in the war. He had died fairly young, barely 55. He had sat down one day and went to sleep, just like that. Ronnie always thought that part of that was the terrible burns he had gotten in Pearl Harbor. He had been there that day when the Japanese arrived.
Ronnie coming to live with her filled a hole in his Grandmother’s life, now she had a man around to feed and do laundry for, so she even quit wandering off.
He quickly discovered that $900 was not much money even in those days. It cost nearly $4.00 just to fill his gas tank and his Dad was right, the old Desoto used a lot of it.
He needed to find work to help. One day he was out in the driveway trying to fix a fan belt that kept squealing, he looked up and the man next door was mowing his lawn. The guy was very heavy set and he was sweating, he would push for a minute or two then have to stop.
Ronnie closed the hood and went over and asked the man if he could help him. The man looked at him and smiled, he appeared to be quite happy to let Ronnie take over.
That only took about 30 minutes, he pushed the old reel type mower back to the man’s garage after using the hose to wash it off.
The man thanked him and handed him two dollars.
Ronnie had a brainstorm!
Looking up and down the street, everybody had a lawn. More than half of them needed mowing, to
o.
He asked the man if he could borrow his mower, promising to keep his lawn mowed regularly in exchange for using it.
The guy said sure, go ahead. He was still sweating and probably would have done just about anything to get out of that chore.
Ronnie went inside the house and got a notebook, carefully prepared a stack of neat handwritten advertisers. Then the next day he went up and down the street, handing out the ads to every single house.
Most of them turned him down but six of them didn’t. One man had a fancy red mower that had an engine on it, Ronnie eyed that, wanting one so bad he could taste it.
He was one of them that agreed, telling Ronnie that when he did his lawn he could use the power mower.
He was careful to try and do a very good job, in their garage he found some clippers and even trimmed the ungainly hedges and bushes.
By the end of the next month Ronnie was one busy boy, getting up at 4 in the morning to get it all done before he had to leave for school. So busy he knew he now needed one of those power machines, because he had picked up several accounts on the next street over. With a power machine he could mow much faster.
He found one in a second hand store for $15, it was green and started on the very first pull. It was extremely noisy and smoked a lot but it ran pretty good.
The next morning he got up at 4 in the morning and went to work, at the first house the lights came on instantly and he got yelled at.
Ronnie hadn’t thought about that part. He went back to his house and got the push mower, unhappy.
It took him more than two weeks to modify the mower, but when he got done the only sounds it made was a soft whirring noise. It did plug up a bit more often, plus he had to stop once in a while to let it cool off and it was down on power because of the big muffler he put on it but if the grass was still fairly short it worked just fine.
After six months he had 44 accounts, Ronnie was making some real money. The grass never stopped growing in California, not like it did back home.
One Sunday afternoon he pushed his mower down the sidewalk to the big house several streets over, that lawn was huge! The house was huge, too, it looked odd sitting there up on a small rise, surrounded by much simpler homes.
A woman had called and asked Ronnie’s grandmother to have him come over and bid the work.
Ronnie had looked at the place and told her it would cost $4 per week, expecting the woman who answered the door to say no but she readily agreed. Most of the normal places he charged $1 to $2 each week but this place was big!
The lady looked about the same age as his Mom, except her hair was almost jet black and she had a great big chest.
She did make Ronnie a little bit uncomfortable, looking him up and down with a smile.
So he turned the corner and pushed his mower up the drive. There was a man outside, he was working on a fancy car that Ronnie had never seen before, some low slung sports car.
‘I am here to cut the grass.’ He told him.
‘Oh, for Mrs. Bartholemew? She is out back, check with her.’ The man said.
‘What kind of car is that?’ He asked the man.
‘Honda roadster, 1966 model. Cute little car but one cylinder won’t fire.’
Ronnie looked in at the engine, it had four carbs, tiny little things. He spotted the piece of gasket sticking out the side of one of them instantly.
‘It might be leaking air right there.’ He told the man.
‘Well, I’ll be damned! I bet that’s it, thanks!’ He said.
Ronnie went on up to the house and around the back. That was when he saw the rest of the lawn, it was at least a half acre.
‘Oh, shit.’ He thought. Just then the older woman walked out of the house, across a brick covered deck, and sat down by the swimming pool.
All she had on was a pair of tan shorts.
Ronnie turned bright red, he had never seen a woman’s bare breasts except in some pictures in a nudist magazine one of the boys had brought to school way back, and sometimes in the National Geographic of natives in South America.
None of those women had breasts that looked like that, hers were huge, they made her look top heavy.
He was just turning to leave when she noticed him standing there. She looked at him for a few seconds, then she reached for a towel and covered herself.
‘Come on down, Ronnie.’ Mrs. Bartholemew said. She didn’t appear to be flustered. Ronnie pushed his mower down there.
‘I’m sorry, Ronnie. Did I embarrass you?’ She asked with a smile.
‘I am here to do the grass, I didn’t know….’
‘Relax, honey. It’s no problem, men have seen me before. Go ahead and do your work, I will go inside until you are done.’
‘I’m sorry, I don’t want to spoil your sunbathing.’ Ronnie said, looking down. He was having a struggle to avoid looking at her, those breasts were amazing, even covered by the towel.
‘OK, then. I will get some Sun, you go ahead and cut the grass.’ She said with a grin. Then she turned and went over to a lawn chair, slipped off the towel and lay back.
Ronnie gulped, there they were again. Big breasts, capped with big nipples that stuck out, round buttons on the tip of each one. He turned his back, started the mower.
He had just finished the back when the other man came around the corner. He walked right up to her and said something, she reached for her purse and handed him some money. They both acted like her sitting there like that was perfectly normal.
Ronnie couldn’t help but look at her again, she glanced up and caught him but she just smiled.
‘All done, honey? Good job. Come on back when you finish the front, I will give you your money, OK?’ She leaned back again, causing her big breasts to slide over on each side.
Ronnie quickly went around the front, started the mower. The front side was much smaller, still the job took him nearly two hours. Finishing up, he started to go around the corner, then he stopped and carefully peeked first.
She wasn’t there, so he walked down and knocked on the door. The door was open, but the screen was closed. Mrs. Bartholemew came around the corner, saw him and reached for a towel.
She was completely naked this time! Ronnie got a glimpse of a big mass of dark curly pubic hair just before she wrapped the towel around her waist and opened the screen door.
‘Come on in, Ronnie.’ She smiled. There was nothing else he could do, she was standing there with her breasts bare, wearing nothing but a white towel and holding the door.
He went in, suddenly completely uncomfortable wearing just his shorts. The day was hot, he didn’t have a shirt on.
Mrs. Batholomew looked at his sweaty chest and got a sly expression on her face, then went over to her purse. She pulled out a ten dollar bill and handed it to him.
‘Here’s a tip for you, you did a lot of work.’ She smiled sweetly. Then she noticed the look on his face.
‘I hope I am not making you uncomfortable, I like to sunbathe like this and it’s really hot out.’ She grinned at him, raising one eyebrow.
‘No. It’s all right, I don’t…I just never saw…’ He stammered, not knowing what to say.
‘God, you are SO cute!’ She laughed.
‘See you next week!’ She told him as he beat a hasty retreat.
Everything went perfectly normal for the next week, he was getting a little bit behind, though. A few more people had called to ask if he could do their grass also but he just didn’t have the time. Between going to classes full time, and mowing grass all day and into the night he was finding himself worn out, falling asleep in the chair at home.
‘You need to get some help, honey.’ His Grandmother told him.
Ronnie had another instant brainstorm.
He asked a couple of guys if they were interested but they weren’t. Ronnie was thinking of letting them use his push mower and payi
ng them half.
That didn’t work very well.
He was coming out of class one day when a girl he had seen a few times in the halls came up to him. She was about 5’6′, skinny looking with her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. She had on slacks and a simple blouse, no makeup at all.
She looked to be on the plain side, even homely.
‘I’m Sylvia, I hear you want to hire someone to help you?’ She asked.
‘Yes, do you know of someone?’
‘Yep! Me!’ She grinned.
‘You? It’s a push mower, I don’t think…’
‘What? You think because I am a girl I can’t do it?’
‘No, it’s not that, I just…’ That was exactly what Ronnie was thinking.
‘I pushed my Dad’s, I can do it.’ She got a stubborn look on her face, lifted one arm and tugged her short sleeve back, making a muscle.
Ronnie couldn’t help but laugh at that.
‘Well. OK, let’s give it a try. I will give you a list to do and pay you half, OK?’
‘Goodie, thank you!’ She seemed happy at that. He noticed she looked almost pretty when she smiled.
Ronnie figured she would last about two days. He took her around and showed her a dozen of the smaller jobs, she wrote all of the addresses down in a little notebook
Watching that, he figured he had better do the same thing, up until then he had been keeping it all in his head.
The next day he knew he was scheduled to do Mrs. Batholemew’s place again. It was another warm day, he halfway expected her to be naked or partially so again but she had on shorts and a halter top. He finished up as quickly as he could, she came out and brought him some iced tea which by then he was grateful for.
‘Say, Ronnie? My mechanic told me you were pretty good with cars, can you take a look at my Honda? Something in the shift lever is all wiggley and he can’t come until next week.’
‘Sure.’ He told her, thinking he didn’t have much time because he had several more lawns to do that day.
Opening the door, he touched the lever and saw that one bolt had come loose.
‘Mrs. Bartholemew? Do you have a wrench set?’
‘Call me Martha, honey. Yes, I sure do!’ She retrieved the set and was back in seconds.
Ronnie snugged up the bolt quickly, worked the lever and it was fine.
‘There you go….Mrs…uhh…Martha.’ He told her.
‘Thank you, honey. Say, why don’t you come back this evening and I will make you a nice dinner for doing that for me?’
‘I need to be..I have work to do.’
‘Oh, you can’t work all the time, is 6 PM about right?’
‘OK. I guess, I will see you then.’ He left to finish his work. Then he went over to check on Sylvia, she was done and it was a good job, too. He paid her, then asked her if she wanted to do some more.
‘Sure!’ She grinned. He gave her the addresses, noticing once again she pulled out her notebook and wrote everything down.
That evening Ronnie showed up right on time. Martha had on a pretty flowery dress, he knew instantly that her big breasts were unencumbered by any undergarments. She had on a trace of makeup, it hid the tiny lines in her face very well. She looked to be around 50 or so to him.
Martha served him a fine meal, New York steaks and all the trimmings. Then she insisted they go sit in her living room and visit.
‘Thank you for coming by, it’s been a long time since I had such a fine looking young man over.’ She smiled at him.
Ronnie blushed right on cue.
‘That is so cute. You have never been with a woman, have you?’ She asked him with not even a hint of shyness.
‘Uhhh…no…I..’ He flushed furiously at that, completely flabbergasted that she would ask such a question straight out.
‘It’s been a long time since I was with a fine strong man like you, I was wondering….?’ She was still smiling.
My God, he thought. Was she asking…?
‘Please?’ She stood up, then she reached down and lifted the dress over her head. She was stark naked underneath. Ronnie sat there in total surprise, then she stepped over to the chair he was sitting in and reached for his pants.
Painfully shy, Ronnie reached out and trapped her hands trying to stop that, but she persisted. He felt himself begin to swell, then he lost control and she had his pants open. Leaning forward, her lips slid over him and he was lost.
First, apologies to Mr. James Thurber for taking liberties with his story theme. I just thought it was a cute idea. I first got the idea from watching women do everyday things like flipping their long hair back and trying on clothes in a store, and feeling envy. *** "T" Flights Of Fancy By Lindsay Hart "Walter, do you have everything you need?" Margaret asked in that annoying way. Sometimes I felt like she treated me like a child. Checking up on every little thing that I did,...
At eighty-three Geoff Weetman was still active, admittedly not as spry as in his youth and with a lot of curses for the stiffness of his joints, but active nevertheless. Although a member of a number of social clubs and groups, he was lonely and had been for the past fifteen years following the death of his wife, he smiled at the memory of her. Their time together had sped by, it had been a shock when she had been found to have cancer, she'd died within a year of the diagnosis and right up to...
Sarah didn’t tell anyone that she had booked a remote cabin in Monongahela National Forest. Sarah had just gotten out of a long relationship and as a sophomore runner on the West Virginia University’s cross-country team, she only wanted to focus on getting faster. She was the second fastest runner on the team. She wanted to be the fastest. The nineteen-year-old's training plan was simple. From her cabin in the middle of the forest, she would run to the different surrounding peaks, or knobs....
I am Anusha, working in a leading software company in Hyderabad. My native place is Guntur. I am a loner and do not try to make much friends. In the work place also, I do like to keep myself confined to my cubicle. My TL is good woman, she understands me but often advise me to be an active team player for a successful career. I am a pretty woman. Men really try to impress me wherever I go. They play all kinds of tricks to grab the attention of me. It is just...
Straight SexPASSINGPart One - A journey to work, a surprise, a deal, and a party.It was already going to be a good day I knew as I stood waiting for theearly morning tube to the office. The big deal I'd had my people working onfor some days was going to happen today, as my client assured me in a"secret" conversation last night (we're not supposed to talk to clientsother than using the company phones and company computers because of therequirements of the Financial Authority to be able to trace everything...
Passing the Baton Passing the Baton Prologue ?Paul is going to snuff me on my birthday? Sarah?s comment caused her two friends to stare at her in astonished silence. ?That?s impossible Sara? said Juggy ?Paul loves you. He would never snuff you. He doesn?t even like snuff, not very much anyway? ?Why would he ever want to snuff you?? asked Lila ?You are her oldest slave, and you run his household for him? ?I never said he wanted to snuff me? Sarah continued soberly ?I know he loves...
It was just a typical transatlantic flight. I had business in LA, and I settled into my seat and gratefully drank the glass of champagne that the pretty cabin crew member offered me once I was seated. Emily her badge said. Nice name. The flight time was 12 hours, and in order to be reasonably awake when we landed, I took a relaxant pill after the first meal. It was just a sleepy making antihistamine, and after half an hour I could feel it starting to work. I opened my eyes to find Emily...
I am Anusha, working in a leading software company in Hyderabad. My native place is Guntur. I am a loner and do not try to make much friends. In the work place also, I do like to keep myself confined to my cubicle. My TL is good woman, she understands me but often advise me to be an active team player for a successful career. I am a pretty woman. Men really try to impress me wherever I go. They play all kinds of tricks to grab the attention of me. It is just that I do not...
The four of them laughed. They laughed uproariously, conspiratorially. They were like college chums who had known each other for years.Not true, they’d only met today. The two married couples were seated together in the aircraft’s 3-4-3 seat configuration. Charles and Nicole, plus Prudence and Tom introduced themselves and found they had a few things in common.The first couple were returning home to Miami from a vacation out west. They were fit enough to hike in Death Valley heat; were touristy...
Wife LoversFinally the day had come - his 18th birthday had arrived and with it his own laptop at last. He seemed to have been waiting for centuries for this day, hamstrung by his parent's refusal to let him loose on the internet alone...until now.But from today he was free; no more parental control; no-one looking over his shoulder to supervise his browsing and he was ecstatic.He was Chris, the strapping son of Bill and Sally; all 6 foot 2 inches of him; all 170 pounds of him. He who had another year to...
It was just a typical transatlantic flight. I had business in LA, and I settled into my seat and gratefully drank the glass of champagne that the pretty cabin crew member offered me once I was seated. Emily her badge said. Nice name. The flight time was 12 hours, and in order to be reasonably awake when we landed, I took a relaxant pill after the first meal. It was just a sleepy making antihistamine, and after half an hour I could feel it starting to work. I opened my eyes to find Emily beside...
Anal“Christ are we ever going to get on board!?”My heart sank, eyes rolled and shoulders slumped forward. Molly wasn’t happy. Again. Molly had been my best friend since school but knows how to moan with the best of them and saw my role as her best friend as more a sounding board for her gripes and perceived slights than anything else these days.We moved forward another step. The line to board our flight back to London from Malaga shuffled forward in unison but, in fairness to Molly, it was taking...
Lesbian"Can't catch me!" Leslie said. Her being sixteen to his twenty-eight was bad enough; these occasional regressions into childhood always brought Rick a frisson of guilt. He chased her across his snow-covered fields, though, and caught her easily enough. It was a Saturday of freedom. They got only a scant hour on weekdays, between his getting home from the machine shop and Leslie going home for supper. Time too short for more than kissing and petting. On Saturdays he got out at eleven. They...
George finished his meal and placed it on the vacant seat next to him. The pretty flight attendant, the one he had eyed earlier when he first boarded the plane, came over to take it. As she leant over, he noticed she was wearing Chanel. She smiled as she turned away to place the tray in the trolley. What a sweet thing, he thought to himself as the memories of that scent, his favourite perfume, took him back. He reclined in his seat and thanked his stars for the comfort of first class, allowing...
EroticI am eighteen and a college freshman and finals are coming up. I am not doing well in my history class, and I am super stressed. I heard through a rumor mill, that the professor will up a grade of any girl who sits on the front row of class without any panties on. I always wear my panties, but when a friend suggested I give it a try, well . . .The thought of showing off my most personal part of my body horrified me, but with a grade point average and a scholarship on the line, I had to consider...
College SexTheir faces glowed in the amber fire light as they watched us approach. Quiet, intensely curious expressions that were so inviting at the same time. This was the right place for me, I knew almost immediately. No designer fashions, no perfect makeup, just the kind of people that I grew up with. They were a sight for sore eyes. "Hi!" I beamed with a smile stretching across my face. "Welcome." A voice said. The voice of John, the one they called "Junior". Jenny introduced me. "Hi...
Initial arguments: Let’s say that I am called Alexandra. I am a gorgeous young woman, with round face and breasts. People tell me that my body should be in calendars or pin-ups in which the girls wear bikinis or even fewer clothes. But my parents insisted that my older brother and I should pursue dignified or lucrative careers, so I followed my father’s footsteps, as a lawyer. My mother was a typical high-society lady, elegant and dignified, after having started a career in high-fashion...
I was 19 and I’d taken 30 driving lessons and I knew I was ready for my test. The day dawned quickly and as I made my way to the test centre it was warm and sunny perfect conditions for the test. After waiting around ten minutes the test examiner introduced himself. Mr. Jones, he was wearing a shirt and slacks, we shook hands and then made our way outside to the car.I sat in the driver’s seat and Mr. Jones, Ted, said to move on when I was ready. As we drove he made small talk and gave me...
Moira was like a tiny mole digging through my wife's sumptuous clothes closet. Tossing clothes rapid fire through the open closet doorway, creating three large piles on the bed. One pile each for the Goodwill, the Consignment Store and the "Suits for Success" charity. I watched Moira's actions detachedly while sitting on the edge of the king size bed that I had shared with my late wife Sharon. Moira burrowed deeper into the depths of the large walk-in closet. Each piece of clothing...
I did what I was told and got down on my knees. As I went down I let my hands run down his legs. I got down to the floor and looked straight at his crotch. He had a raging boner in his khaki pants. I ran my hands up and down his thighs slowly. "Your hands are shaking honey," said Mr. B "You nervous?" "A little," I said shyly. He then took my hand off of his leg and bent down to kiss it. "Don't worry cutie, I won't hurt you." I was surprisingly nervous. It was weird because I had had a lot of...
Oral SexThe light hurt her eyes. Her breath hurt her throat. She tried to speak but only a rasp came out of her parched lips. It wasn't over. She saw Aisha, a desperate look of worry in her eyes, replaced by relief. "Lila, I thought you were dead!" "I wish I was," she tried to answer, but no words came out, only a hiss, like a viper. She helped her up and took her out. In the garden, both girls kneeled on the grass; Aisha gave her sugared water to drink, her face showing her concern. If she...
Lila’s tale. Passing the Baton, Part 2 Ch 1 Marching orders. Lila watched, on her knees, the limo taking her former master, Juggy and his new slave away. Her eyes, clouded by tears lost sight of the car long before it disappeared behind a curve on the road. Kneeling by the side of her new master, she tried to gather her strength to face the, hopefully, short weeks that remained in her young life. Al-Mansour’s voice brought her back to reality. ?Strip, slave, and kneel before me.? Lila,...
When I got home, there was a note from mom saying she was taking care of "business" at the store. Business that usually meant shopping. And *lots* of it. She took the whole process quite seriously. I remember well the one time I went along. It was a big mistake. Her rude, impatient attitude embarrassed me over and over again. The second we left the house she was in this kind of "get the hell out my way" frenzy, acting more like an addict in desperate need of a fix than anything else. As...
My name is Alex Smith, and I'm in my second year of college. The only problem with this is that I don't do very well here. Up until college, I was what would be considered an outcast, not too unlike the girl from Stephen King's first novel "Carrie," but then a lot of things changed. I grew taller to about 5'6" or so, I remained slim as ever and my breasts decided it would be a great time to join the party at a nice C cup. All of a sudden guys started to notice me -my brown eyes; brown hair and...
Straight SexGabe drove Sarah home, again walking her to the door and kissing her for several long minutes. His hands learning the curve of her ass, hips and breasts. His fingers rubbed her nipples and he grinned against her neck when she arched her back, pressing her tightened buds closer to his palms. "I'm going," he told her. She giggled. "You've said that several times in the last five minutes." "I know," he whispered and squeezed her firm ass cheeks. "Mmm... that feels nice," she told...
I can’t wait to go to college! I have such a crazy party girl side and I want to let loose. Graduation is not too far away. Most of my classes are fine, but I am in big trouble when it comes to my math class. You see, math is the 8th period of school for me. This is the final class of the day. This is the class I tend to skip most often because it’s when a lot of my older boyfriends want to hook up. I saw my progress report and saw that there was no way I could pass math in time for...
Jenny obviously knew what she was doing with the carrot, pushing in and out slowly, making sure I could feel every ridge as it passed my clitty. It was so nice to be penetrated like that with my bare ass presenting itself in such a fashion: Inviting, almost begging for attention. And the thought of being a naughty little whore getting her deserved punishment was something that fantasies were made of. Too bad I couldn't be wearing one of those slut-suit French maid get-ups that seemed to...
Chapter 1 Being a spare day in early spring, when the promise of summer hangs in the air and lifts spirits everywhere, I took to the riverbank to enjoy a little whimsy, to dream a little of the future. The river is my favourite place for such dreaming, with its curious mix of both everything and nothing going on. I can sit there for hours and not really see anything, but I seem to see so much more there then when I am bombarded by some modern communication such as television or a movie. Even...
‘My arithmetic still needs improvement,’ I said, sliding my report card across the table to her, ‘but I’d like to think my printing is still worthy of your ‘Excellent.’ ‘ Julia picked up the card, and as I studied her smile in the candlelight, it occurred to me that I was still her student even 25 years later, still eager to please. And that she was still absolutely beautiful. ‘My goodness… you kept this?’ she said. ‘After all these years?’ ‘It was my last good report card, Julia,’ I joked....
The next month was frantic for Sarah and Juggy. Both Juggy and Lila had been sworn to secrecy over this matter. The other slaves could not know the details. As far as they were concerned, Master had decided to snuff Sarah, who, as a matter of course consented to it, although her consent wasn't really necessary. Sarah was thus set as an example of the behavior a devoted slave girl should exhibit, and all was right in the world. All the arrangements had to be made, and invitations sent. Paul...
Sarah tried to feel guilty. She kept telling herself she shouldn't have been with Gabe, but curled into a bed and feeling sorry for her loss. But when her sister and brother had invaded, the sorrow had turned to rage. When Gabe called, she wanted escape and he had offered. She snagged up the lifeline. She told Gabe about her childhood. The first few years, she admitted weren't fun. Her parents struggled with Trevor and Denise's jealousy at having a new child in the house. Though looking...
I sat down in the chair facing my dresser with the brush in my hand. Making eye contact with her face in the mirror, I watched her slowly move toward me. After handing her the brush I placed my folded my hands abruptly into my lap and smiled just to let her know I was ready. Actually, I was more than ready. I was ready for more. More of whatever she wanted. I felt her hands on both sides of my face, gently pushing downward, ready to take the brush to me. Feeling my nipples pressing out...
My favorite books were romantic novels, especially those that took place in the medieval times. In them I found all the necessary ingredients for my wildest fantasies: Castles, knights in shining armor, princes to sweep me of my feet and ride off into the nearest sunset. Nothing to do but stroll around all day in fancy dresses through the flower gardens... But, there was a darker side to my fantasies too, where masked men would lock a steel collar around my neck and lead me by chains into...
I often used my mother's absence as an opportunity to browse through her latest "reading material". It wasn't long after Jenny arrived, that we found ourselves sprawled out on my bed amidst a vast array of sexy magazines and catalogs. Because there hadn't been enough time to sort through them, I ended up with some pretty heavy duty stuff. Jenny dug up one that was buried at the bottom called "Submissively Yours: Adult Toys Catalog for the Women who needs to be put in her place."...
Manu left her tied, on the table, for the rest of the day. He did not want her hands reaching for her scarred pussy, where they could damage the scar, or cause infection. He did bring her legs down thinking, rightly, that she would feel better if her legs were straight, even if not closed together, rather than spread out, with her pussy exposed. He did not tell her this though. He gave her some wine to drink, which was technically a violation of the rules, and the wine, on her empty stomach...
Lila kissed Manu tenderly one last time and followed Aisha out of the dungeon. She saw the grass; she felt the heat of the midday sun on her naked skin. Her cuffed wrists chained together in front of her, were also attached, by a single chain to the two rings on her unhealed breasts and to her nose ring. A second, longer, leash led from her nose ring to Aisha's hand. Not that she needed it, she would follow the slave girl willingly, but it added to her humiliation and discomfort. Her nose...
Aisha considered the cross; yes, that was appropriate, she thought. She brought a small tray on wheels close to the cross and searched around the drawers until she found what she needed. The stories told her by the Somali slaves she knew showed her what was required. She set on the table a sharp knife and a pair of sharp scissors and placed them on the tray. He can decide what to use on me when he gets here. She looked for something to staunch the bleeding; the slaves were definite about...
Disobedience. She brought him a cup of mint tea before joining him in bed. As she slipped under the covers at his side, the sheik had allowed him her use for the duration, Aisha hoped he would drink it, and was relieved to see that he downed it in just a few, thirsty, gulps. It did not take long; the sleeping pill she had dissolved in the tea, Rohypnol, worked fast, very fast. When his deep, even, breathing told her the draught had taken effect, Aisha left the bed and turning on a dim...
While I was spending my time fucking my mother whenever possible, I was planning on how to get my 14 yr old brother involved in using her body to his advantage. He had been frustrated by the lack of willing girls in school and I often heard him complaining about it. Like most teenaged boys, he was curious about girls and wanted to experience the pleasures of sex and the female body for himself. After awhile I figured out how to get him involved with Mom and it would be fun watching it...
James walked into his class, as usual, about ten minutes late. His shirt hanging out and his tie was untidy, he personally could not care less. He entered the classroom and made his way to the back without making any apologies. The teacher which he had not taken any notice of, frowned. “Excuse me,” she said in a quite voice. James ignored her. “HEY!” yelled the teacher. James turned. “Yea?”. “Detention, this afternoon,” the teacher replied. James had not really noticed that this teacher was...
Waking up to the screeching sound of a rocking wooden bed as my body moved in a constant motion opposite to that of the bed’s, forward, backward, forward, backward and so on, I felt edgy yet happy, there was this tension building up through my body while lying in bed on my back, slightly regaining consciousness, I felt my penis throbbing inside a squishy wet hole and was fully erect, buried in that very tight soft wet hole which belonged to a small body, a fragile entity, this entity was warm,...
I did what I was told and got down on my knees. As I went down I let my hands run down his legs. I got down to the floor and looked straight at his crotch. He had a raging boner in his khaki pants. I ran my hands up and down his thighs slowly. ‘Your hands are shaking honey,’ said Mr. B ‘You nervous?’ ‘A little,’ I said shyly. He then took my hand off of his leg and bent down to kiss it. ‘Don’t worry cutie, I won’t hurt you.’ I was surprisingly nervous. It was weird because I had had a...
Two kindred souls tend to meet at varied times, as did Valerie and she meeting a black horse by the name of Morgan. Their meeting made an instant bond, she wishing to be always near him, as he wished for her to be as one of his many mares. That very night as each slept, both had the same or similar a dream. Morgan had his dream of Valerie coming to visit his stall and there she tried with remarkable ease to entice the stallion of him to showing her his masculine wares. Valerie too had a...
FetishMy wife Andrea and I went on a hot rod cruise in our 51 Pontiac Chieftain. It was warm so she wire a pair of really tight shorts and a tank top with a push-up bra . I commented on how sexy her tits looked and then I said those pants are to tight .she wiggled her hips and asked if I liked her in them. I said I don't see a panty line are you wearing a thong. She said no I'm not wearing panties then just before she got into the car she pulled the shorts up making them dig right into her smoothly...
Waking up to the screeching sound of a rocking wooden bed as my body moved in a constant motion opposite to that of the bed’s, forward, backward, forward, backward and so on, I felt edgy yet happy, there was this tension building up through my body while lying in bed on my back, slightly regaining consciousness, I felt my penis throbbing inside a squishy wet hole and was fully erect; buried in that very tight soft wet hole which belonged to a small body, a fragile entity, this entity was warm,...
James walked into his class, as usual, about ten minutes late. His shirt hanging out and his tie was untidy, he personally could not care less. He entered the classroom and made his way to the back without making any apologies. The teacher which he had not taken any notice of, frowned. “Excuse me,” she said in a quite voice. James ignored her. “HEY!” yelled the teacher. James turned. “Yea?”. “Detention, this afternoon,” the teacher replied. James had not really noticed that this teacher was...
Straight SexAUTHOR'S NOTES Sound like a health insurance merger? Not that. I've already stretched a few passages from my original Writer's Notebook into stand-alone stories, but more needed pruning to get Notebook to negotiable length. Adios to the 3x3 scheme for parallel sub-plots, for example. Nobody ever e-mailed, "My, what a clever way to include 9 teen, inc, first stories." So here are three prunings expanded into very short shorts. (Brief short stories, I mean, not "show panty when you...
"Paul is going to snuff me on my birthday" Sarah's comment caused her two friends to stare at her in astonished silence. "That's impossible Sara" said Juggy "Paul loves you. He would never snuff you. He doesn't even like snuff, not very much anyway" "Why would he ever want to snuff you?" asked Lila "You are her oldest slave, he loves you, and you run his household for him" "I never said he wanted to snuff me" Sarah continued soberly "I know he loves me, but he will snuff...
The guests and their entourages had all arrived by 10:30. Security at the gate was strict. Only invited guests and their slaves were allowed in. There were no female guests invited. Political correctness did not even receive lip service in Brunei. Each guest bore the following invitation engraved in gold embossed vellum: Dear X Paul Collins requests the pleasure of your company next October 15th at the palace of Sheik Al-Hussaim, in Brunei. Brunch will be served at 10:30 in the garden....
At noon sharp, the music stopped. The band was dismissed, placed in a bus and whisked off to the airport. They would be out of the country before Sarah got half way through her evening. All eyes were riveted on the stage. Promptly, Sarah emerged from the center of the stage, where a cleverly hidden hatch allowed access. With her was Juggy and a second tall and strong, black slave girl dressed in the Sheik's colors. Sarah let her white sundress slip to the ground to show her nude body to...
"I can't believe how horny I am after us watching them, then talking about all this stuff and now getting naked. Just get it in me, Simon, make me happy." I crawled up between her legs, my cock eagerly wavering as I did, when she took hold of it and led it right to her. "Push, Simon, push it in, fuck me," she groaned as I arched my hips forward, looking down, seeing my cock slowly press into my younger sister's beautiful body. Anna was tight, it took some pushing and shoving on my...
I've lived in West Armpit as long as I can remember. Aww, alright. South Jacksonville Heights, West Jacksonville, Jacksonville, Florida. Mom and I live in this old trailer park way out in the boonies. There's about 80 trailer pads, not that all of 'em are filled There's no swimming pool and you'll only try swimming in the drainage pond once. The cottonmouths and the gator might fight long enough over your butt for you to scramble out of the water and mud, but maybe not. Then there's the...
Neither of us felt like eating a whole lot so we shared a little of the hot soup before moving on to the *main* course: the hot bath. I led Jenny by the hand into the bathroom with the 6 foot tub then slowly undressed her. Stopping after each piece to caress her skin and tell how her pretty she was all over. She was obviously getting turned on in the process. Oh, well. Some things I just can't help! The poor thing's clothes were soaked to the bone. Nothing that a nice warm snuggle...
I playfully rolled over on my side and held Jenny's shoulders. "It was kind of scary, like I was falling through a tunnel into another world. And I could see you fading away into the darkness. It was so beautiful but so frightening at the same time. Do you know what I mean?" That smile she flashed at me had "understanding" written all over it. "It *is* frightening to be completely out of control and yet so freeing. It's like being out of your body... like your floating on a cloud or...
I drifted in and out of sleep until the lines between the two became hard to recognize. Bits and pieces of my erotic dreams began to scroll through my mind at random. Each of them held together by a single common thread: Jenny. She was everywhere, in my thoughts, in my heart, and now in my dreams. I gently squeezed her hand, still in mine, watching a tiny smile appear on her face while she slept. The full moon was like a bright car headlight shining through my window. Getting up to draw the...
"So, are you ready to let me do *anything* I want to you?" She managed to squeeze in a "no" between all the laughing. Ok, fine, I thought. she'll agree with everything when I get done with her. I decided to give her another chance. "I think it's time for some sweet little promises, don't you? I think you really want to be *eaten* don't you? Don't act like you don't know *exactly* what I'm talking about either! And you know what *else* I think? I think you should admit it *right*...
My mother was so efficient at reducing me to the lowest life form on earth. I really don't know how she does it or why, but when she does, I completely freeze up inside. Unable to think or act in a rational manner, I become her ugly portrayal of myself. I even start to believe she's right after a while and behave accordingly. It was little wonder why most of my time was spent away from her. A warm sunny rock had become my chair. From there I could watch the waves roll ashore, listen to the...