The Story Of Mandy And Emily
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I had to stand up on my tiptoes to lift the latch and step into the backyard. I’d always gone to the front of the house in the past, but I knew Emily was already out at the pool, and wouldn’t mind me coming straight back. The pool was up on a raised deck, with high hedges all around. I ascended the steps and saw Emily was laying out on a deck chair. I called out hello, but there was no response. I came a little closer and gasped. Emily was lying face down on the deck chair, entirely nude. Her head rested on her crossed arms. Her bikini lay in a pile beside the chair.
‘Emily?’ I said again. Again there was no reply. Emily’s back rose and fell evenly, and her breath gently stirred the strands of hair over her face.
On the small glass table close by, there was a pot pipe, a wine glass, and a bottle of red wine. I could guess what had happened. Emily had thought she would work on her tan lines and get some nude sunbathing in before I arrived. But she’d gotten drunk and stoned and fallen asleep in the hot sun.
I kicked the leg of Emily’s chair. ‘Hey! Emily!’ I yelled. I leaned down and shook her shoulder. Man, she’s really out, I thought.
In fact, Emily’s ability to sleep through anything was near-legendary. Once she had locked herself in her dorm room the night after a party and slept right through the building’s fire alarm, despite everyone pounding on her door to get her up. Luckily it had turned out to be a false alarm.
Another time a friend of ours, Wendy, had confessed to me that she’d had noisy sex in the same bed with Emily, who’d been completely unaware. I’d been flabbergasted at this story, blushing furiously, much to the amusement of Emily. She didn’t seem to mind at all.
Oh, well. Emily would be the embarrassed one when she woke up naked and found me here. I may as well get on with swimming like I came here to do. I really couldn’t take this heat for much longer.
I grasped the hem of my dress and pulled it off over my head. Underneath I wore a simple one piece with a striped pattern. I went to the edge of the pool and stepped out of my flip flops, diving in with a splash. I swam a breaststroke from one end of the pool to the other several times, then flipped over and switched to a lazy backstroke. The water was refreshing and pleasantly warm from the sun. I stopped swimming for a while and just floated in the center. It was so relaxing.
When I climbed out, I realized I didn’t have a towel. I went to the deck chair next to Emily, inadvertently dripping some water on her back and legs. Still she didn’t wake. I stretched out on the chair, content to let the sun dry me.
Soon I began to feel thirsty. I poured the remainder of the wine into Emily’s glass and drank it. I took the pipe and smoked what was left in the bowl. My throat burned with the smoke and my head buzzed. My belly felt warm with the wine. My skin was feeling hot and I fished in my bag for my sunscreen. It was probably time to reapply. With my fair skin I had to be very careful. I squeezed a dollop into my hands and along both my arms, my neck and chest, and my legs. I looked over at my sleeping friend. While she wasn’t quite as pale as me, Emily probably burned pretty easily too. When had she last applied some sunscreen?
‘Hey Emily, wake up. You’re gonna burn.’ I jostled her shoulder again.
I looked around. Was there anything I could cover her with? She was already laying on the only towel. I could go in the house and look for a towel, I supposed. I stood up to do just that, but then I thought, What will she think when she wakes up and she’s covered with a towel? She’ll think I was ashamed to see her naked. She’ll say I was being a prude, just like she always says. I could hear her taunts so clearly, I had to look to be sure she was still asleep.
I’d had to endure her jibes just two nights ago, along with those of her boyfriend, Rick. I had come over and we’d spent the evening drinking and talking. We’d goaded each other into doing shots.
Emily had wound up on Rick’s lap, the two of them exchanging passionate open-mouthed kisses while I sat uncomfortably nearby. I was trying to be casual, but I wasn’t sure where to look as the two grew bolder. Was I supposed to be watching them? Emily fondled the obvious tent in Rick’s jeans. Rick’s hand moved further up Emily’s inner thigh, under her skirt. He tugged the strap of Emily’s tank top down and her nipple popped into view. I squeezed my thighs together and sat on my hands.
Finally they remembered I was there. ‘We’re being rude,’ Rick said, looking over at me.
‘Abigail doesn’t mind,’ said Emily. ‘Isn’t that right?’
I couldn’t think what to say. Something that would seem casual, to show how cool I was with the whole thing. ‘I’m fine!’ I managed.
Emily giggled and rolled her eyes. ‘I forgot. She’s such a prude. She gets so uncomfortable whenever I undress in front of her.’ She turned to face me more fully, cupping her exposed breast in her hand. ‘You don’t want to see this, do you?’
‘It’s fine!’ I said.
Rick gripped Emily and began sucking on her nipple. Emily kept her eye contact with me. ‘Really? So this doesn’t bother you?’
I could see Rick’s tongue playing over Emily’s breast, coaxing a gasp from her. ‘Really, I don’t care!’ I said, louder than before.
With a sigh, Emily pushed Rick off of her. She hooked a thumb under her strap and put it back in place. Her breast disappeared from view. ‘God, Abigail. When are you going to lighten up and have some fun?’
‘You know what, I have to go anyway, I have an early morning,’ I said. I gathered my things and left. As the door closed behind me, I could hear Emily and Rick laughing at me.
Well, today I’ll show her I’m not a prude, I thought. ‘I am totally comfortable with you being naked, Emily,’ I announced out loud. ‘So comfortable, in fact, that I’m going to do this.’
I grabbed up the bottle of sunscreen and squeezed some into my hands. I leaned down over Emily’s body and spread the lotion over her skin, starting with her back and shoulders. I used just my fingertips, and moved in quick, broad circles, half-expecting her to wake with the cool touch of the lotion. I didn’t bother to rub it fully into her skin, leaving some areas still showing thick white streaks. I turned and bent over her legs, treating them the same. All that was left was Emily’s butt. There was no avoiding it, I’d come this far. I was surprised at how soft her ass was. It jiggled a little under my touch.
There. I was done. I felt rather proud of myself.
I laid back down on my own deck chair again. I thought of what Emily would say when she woke up. I would tell her proudly how I’d put sunscreen on her body while she slept.
What would Emily say? She’d probably still call me a prude, I thought. After all, I’m still sitting here in my suit, while she was brave enough to go nude. Maybe Emily had intended us to sunbathe nude together. Maybe she’d meant this as an invitation. For some reason I felt warm all over at the thought.
‘That’s it!’ I said out loud. ‘You win, Emily!’ I grasped the straps of my suit and shrugged them off my shoulders. I peeled the damp fabric down my body, wriggling my hips and lifting my butt to get it down to my legs. I sat up and put the suit near my chair where I could reach it if I had to. If Emily started waking up and I chickened out, I probably still had time to get it back on.
I laid back down, trying to be calm and enjoy the feeling of the sun on my exposed flesh, but I found my heart was racing and my stomach was in knots. I was feeling flushed and warm all over. Oh my goodness! I thought. I’ll burn! I grabbed up the bottle of sunscreen, squeezing out a generous portion. I would have to pay good attention to my breasts. They had never been in direct sunlight like this. And they were so big, there was more of them to burn. I squeezed them together, and rolled my hard nipples between my fingers. My slick hands massaged the sunscreen into my sensitive flesh. I had to admit it felt good. At last I moved on, spreading lotion over my soft white belly, my hips, and reapplying to my arms and legs. I stretched languorously, practically purring with pleasure. I imagined showing Emily the gorgeous new all-over tan I’d soon have.
There was one area I hadn’t seen to yet. Stealing a glance at Emily, still sleeping beside me, I spread my legs and gazed down at my tender pink pussy. I really should take care of this as well. After all, I kept it completely free of pubic hair. Emily didn’t know that, did she? It was so exposed now, so naughty, for me to spread it open with one hand as I was doing now, letting the strong sun strike my inner lips and clit directly. With my other hand I spread lotion in a circle all around my pussy. I raised my knees up to my chest so I could reach further down, to the beginning of my ass cheeks, and in between, around the bud of my asshole. I wanted to be sure to protect all these sensitive areas. Emily didn’t know I liked to play with myself like this. There was a lot Emily didn’t know. I allowed myself to touch my asshole with one questing finger and shuddered. I shouldn’t play with myself here, not now. That would be so naughty, wouldn’t it? Emily could still wake up at any moment. I stroked my finger back up between my parted pussy lips, dragged it over my erect clit, teasing myself. Was it being exposed outdoors like this that made me so horny? Was it the pot? I looked over at my sleeping friend. Or was it being close to Emily?
Oh my gosh! How long had it been? Wasn’t it time to put more sunscreen on Emily? You had to be very careful about reapplying, I knew. She would never forgive me if I let her burn.
I got up off my own chair and sat on the edge of Emily’s. I didn’t bother being as careful this time. I knew she wouldn’t wake up for some time, not until she’d slept off the wine and pot. This time I massaged the sunscreen into Emily’s skin, rubbing her back and shoulders firmly, pressing with my palms, spreading my fingers wide to get it everywhere. I rubbed along the sides of her chest. Her breasts bulged out where they were pressed into the towel.
I had to be sure to get both sides equally. I stood up and stretched one leg over her body. I settled back down kneeling, straddled over her hips, my buttocks resting on her thighs. I went on and on, rubbing the lotion into her back. Why did it feel so good to touch her like this?
I kept thinking of the other night and how I’d left early. Maybe I’d missed out! Had Rick and Emily been trying to have a threesome with me? Oh, why hadn’t they asked directly? I might have said yes! I wasn’t attracted to Rick, not really, but what if… what if he’d forced Emily and me to kiss each other, and instead of joining in, he’d sat there and stroked his cock. He’d have told us both what to do, exactly which clothes we needed to remove, where we should kiss each other next… umm… He’d watch as I sucked gently on Emily’s tongue, on her delicate little nipples, as we made love right in front of him.
Or… or maybe it would be Emily who took charge, making me kneel before Rick, one hand holding his cock, the other on the back of my head, pushing me forward to accept him into my mouth and to taste his salty precum. Somehow I didn’t think that would be so bad, if I were doing it for her sake. Maybe I would try to deep throat Rick, to show Emily how much I wanted to do a good job for her, but I wouldn’t quite be able to do it at first. And she would gently, patiently, take Rick’s cock from me and suck it herself to show me the proper technique. We’d go back and forth, taking turns sucking his cock, and at last I would be able to do it, I’d take in all of Rick’s cock, and Emily would be so proud! She’d reward me by laying me back, parting my pussy lips, and guiding Rick’s cock deep inside me. And as he fucked me, she would keep her fingers on my clit, helping me, guiding me towards a fantastic orgasm. When I came, we would be looking into each other’s eyes, clinging together, ignoring Rick.
I found myself rocking back and forth, pushing my crotch insistently against Emily’s buttocks. I moved my hands down and began kneading her soft flesh. I watched as I pushed her cheeks together and then parted them again, and her pretty pink asshole was exposed. Further down, I could just see her pale pink slit and a few wisps of hair. I leaned backwards to get a better look. I could almost imagine that her lips parted, just slightly, showing more pink and perhaps even a hint of wetness. I groaned out loud at the sight. One hand left her body and found its way between my own legs. God, I was sopping wet. I could feel my wetness was dripping down onto her thighs. I stroked myself guiltily, promising myself that I wouldn’t have an orgasm on top of my sleeping friend, outdoors. I’d just work myself up a little, and then go in the house to the bathroom to finish. Then I’d be able to relax and enjoy the day without distraction. But first I wanted to touch her a little more.
I let one finger just brush against her little pucker… Did I see it quiver in response? I couldn’t resist doing it again, slower this time. I so badly wanted to play with her, to do the same naughty things to her that I did to myself. My finger was resting on her asshole. My heart was pounding, waiting for some response. I began to press, lightly… No, I couldn’t do it!
I moved my finger aside and kept massaging Emily one-handed as I had before. My other hand continued between my legs. I plunged two fingers deep within myself and was amazed at the loud wet sounds I was making. I needed to touch my tits, though. I reached up and groped my own breasts with both hands.
I imagined Emily was behind me, pushing my tits together, offering them to Rick as he thrust his big cock up between them. She would be groping my big fat tits, pulling roughly at my nipples, while at the same time kissing my sensitive neck, making me shudder with pleasure. I would be feeling overwhelmed, pressed between her and Rick, gazing down in wonder at my friend’s fingers on my flesh, and at the angry purple head of Rick’s cock pushing up through the valley of my breasts. At last Rick would come, his cock jerking and coating my chest with his thick hot semen. Then maybe Emily, her eyes alight with pleasure, would turn me around to face her and lick it all off, then go on, licking me everywhere, long after the semen was all gone. She’d lift my breasts to her mouth, lavishing my nipples with attention, suckling until they were tender and bruised.
I lifted my breast to my own mouth now and caught my nipple between my lips. Emily didn’t know I could do this. She teased me about my bigger boobs all the time, or chided me for hiding them under baggy clothing. She didn’t understand that I couldn’t wear the skimpy bikinis and halter tops that she favored—I would fall right out of them. But she didn’t know the advantages that came with my bigger cup size. She didn’t know that sometimes I could come just from sucking on my own big tits.
Emily also didn’t know that I called in sick to work sometimes and then spent the whole day having orgasm after delicious orgasm. I’d try on slutty outfits I’d secretly bought but could never wear in public. I posed in front of my mirror, feeling like a goddess as I watched myself suckle on my own swollen nipples. I’d even made a video once, propping my phone up on a bookshelf to get a better look at my performance. God, that video was sexy. I’d watched it a thousand times, before I’d gotten ashamed and deleted it one day. I’d almost—almost!—emailed it to Emily, my cursor hovering over the send button. I just wanted Emily to see that I could be slutty too, to see the look on her face when she realized.
I leaned forward and let my breasts dangle down, my nipples dragging across Emily’s back. I moved them around, tracing lazy circles. The sensation sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine. I settled down fully, rested my body on top of Emily’s, pressing my fat breasts into her back. I brushed the hair from her face, watched her breathing peacefully through parted lips. I left a kiss on her soft shoulder.
Emily didn’t know about my drawer full of toys. I even had a strap-on, never properly used. But it gave me such a thrill to wear it as I pleasured myself, imagining Emily writhing on the end of it.
I couldn’t resist moving. The images in my head were making me crazy. I imagined I was wearing the strap-on now, and what I would do to Emily with it if I could. I ground my hips forward, bucking my smooth mound against her buttocks. Any remaining caution I felt about waking her was ebbing away as I sought my own pleasure. I gripped the sides of the deck chair and squeezed Emily’s thighs between my own. My face was right next to hers. We were breathing the same breath. I was shuddering, getting closer now. The intoxicating scent of her warm flesh filled my head. I was getting so close, my whole body was tense with anticipation. I reached back with one hand and probed between my own cheeks. My middle finger found my asshole and I pressed it in to the first knuckle. That was it! My pussy clenched and I cried out, my legs quivering, my sphincter pulsing around my finger.
After several slow, shuddering breaths, I sat up and rolled off of Emily. I needed a moment to steady myself. I sat on the edge of the deck chair, the afterglow of pleasure fading fast. What had come over me?
There was a sleepy moan from beside me. Emily was stirring, looking around.
I grabbed my suit from the ground and thrust my legs into it. I yelped and jumped into the pool, where I could finish getting the straps over my shoulders.
Emily turned her head and looked over at me through heavy-lidded eyes. ‘What’re you doin’?’ Her voice was thick and sleepy.
‘Nothing! Just swimming!’ I said, too loud. ‘You fell asleep naked, you know.’
‘Who cares? Just working on my tan lines. Lighten up. God, you’re such a prude!’
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Abigail nervously fidgeted on the doorstep of the plush house of her ex as figures inside moved towards the door. She put her hands in her pockets and waited in the light drizzle. Simon answered it and stared at the wet teenager. "Come in," he offered and even cracked a wry smile. She paused briefly and, feeling disarmed by his smile, walked in. "I want to say sorry," she offered, and he gave a little grunt. "I must be losin' my touch," he told her. "'Cause I ain't had a girl...
Sara Jean hadn't been waiting long when Kirk the Realtor pulled up in his BMW. The tall, immaculately groomed man practically leapt from the car, walking quickly, hand extended, all the while flashing that toothy, brilliant smile that Sara Jean was sure he practiced for hours at a time each night. "Sara... ," he purred. "Sara Jean," she mentally corrected. " ... are you excited?" he asked as he performed the old 'grip and grin'. Despite her reflexive dislike for him, she was...
I’d expected Emily to be mortified that I’d found her sleeping naked outdoors, but she made no move to put her discarded bikini back on. Instead, she made idle chit-chat, stretching lazily in the sun. I treaded water as we talked, thinking to myself over and over, Act normal. Act normal. I was so rattled by my close call that I was shaking. I struggled to keep my voice calm. Emily showed no suspicion that I’d done anything while she was sleeping. I was so ashamed of what I’d done that I...
LesbianSo, where do I start....well, I guess it began about a week before:"Jessica why are you bringing me such slutty clothes? You know I don't want to wear them!" Abigail said to her friend and college roommate, in the changing room at the clothes store, staring into the mirror at the whore outfit she'd been forced to try on. "Because we're going out dancing? To have fun? Remember having fun?!" Jessica replied teasingly. Jess was blonde, a real definition of a bimbo, she had perky D cup breasts, a...
My worries began slowly at first then speeded up - friends and workmates were settling into long term relationships in ever increasing numbers. If the trend continued I would soon be the only singleton left sitting at some sad singles bar. Saturday night and I was at home! - alone, feeling sorry for self, listening to Miyuu (what else?), researching; how do bisexual people cope in a long term relationship...all this while couples were sitting on sofas together and binge watching a...
I slid the report into the proper file just as he walked into the room. Dennis Butz stood there wearing his three-piece suit, looking as handsome and charming as any man could. But I was not to be tamed by his charm. "Hello, Linda," he said with a friendly grin. "Judge Herns isn't in today," I replied back in a frosty tone. "I'm not here to see her." "My plane leaves in less then an hour Dennis, what do you want?" I slammed the file drawer shut and walked past him to my desk...
The banner across the top of the card read “The Secret Life” and had a small red heart next to it with a tiny letter “F” inside, which Emily assumed stood for “Female”, as it was a “Female” who had dropped it in the shop where she worked. Initially believing it to be a credit card, Emily went after the woman, but when she realised what she held, she deftly pocketed it and returned to her counter. The “Secret Life” club was a well-established venue in the city where Emily lived, and carried a...
Emily Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I was dismayed at the way I looked. I had dreamed of this moment for a long time, and here I was, my dream shattered, unable to correct my many mistakes. I had gone into the storage closet and taken some of my sisters clothes, and in the privacy of my room, tried to dress as my dream girl. The clothes were the right size, but I didn't have the right undergarments, my hair, while long enough to be brushed into a feminine style, was...
Picture, if you can, a small tree-house nestling just above head height in a very broad, old willow tree, just where the fat trunk forks into a half-dozen large boughs. It’s in a copse at the end of a garden, by the ditch that demarks the end of said garden and the fields beyond. The tree-house itself is quite small and well-weathered but well-built with a proper felt roof and tight, boarded sides. It overhangs the crown of the willow slightly and is accessed by a hatch in the floor and batons...
Coming back from a lousy three some Emily was happy to see Lee awake in our bed. She was quick to take her dress off and climbed in beside Lee giving her a kiss and a hug.Since we were home from a three some that early Lee knew it must not have gone well. As always Lee knew what she needed to do and didn’t ask questions.Instead she hugged Emily ,kissed her several more times and then moved down between Emily’s thighs .Lee took one lick then looked at me with a smile “you brought me home...
Emily had just started her junior year of college. She was a late bloomer in life as she graduated high school at the tender age of 17. Now at the ripe old age of 20 Emily had started to explore more of her sexuality. In high school none of the boys thought anything of her. She never dated and was somewhat quiet and shy.Over Emily’s last two years of college her body began to change. It was a lot more filled out and underneath her conservative clothes her body was way better than anyone could...
First TimeMy Brother, Emily I was ten when our Dad left us. The police said that he had been drinking and that everyone was very lucky that no one else was involved in the accident. Mom was upset for weeks afterward, but she seemed to hold it all together pretty well. She had always wanted to start her own career, but things had never worked out. She said that at the end of the school year we'd be moving into a different house in a different city and everything would be ok. My little...
Happy birthday, Emily! a Whateley Academy story by Souffle Girl August 13th, 2011 , Boston , USA. Somewhere in a workshop. "Dinner's ready!" The call echoed from the intercom through the large workshop. A slender figure looked up from the pile of circuits lying on the bench, revealing the face of a young boy with brown, smart eyes. The boy stood up, stretched his shoulders and threw his long brown ponytail on his back. He washed his hands and turned down a door, finding...
PART ONE: EMILY (this is the first of three parts,each part will concentrate with one girl, though the second and third will include the preceding characters as well) The girls were excited. Their NGO had just tied up with an aid organization working in Africa for victims of human trafficking and drug addiction, and they had been selected by their head Mr Samuels for going there. It would be the first time Mandy, Emily and Trish went out of their country. They weren’t sure what exactly...
Making of Emily by Emily Ross Prologue I often ask myself how it all started. I was in my first year at university and was living in a hall of residence. My cousin Claire lived in the same town. She was at least five years older than me. I didn't think we had much in common so I hardly ever saw her. One day I bumped into her shopping in town. She said it was her day off and invited me to her flat that afternoon for a cup of tea. It was good to see her and I accepted without...
If you remember I had seduced our neighbour, Michelle, and after Helene convinced her she was okay with that, the two girls had bathed together, washing each other. Helene had told Michelle she wouldn’t force her into anything she didn’t want to do, but the idea was implanted in Michelle’s mind.So Wednesday arrived, and we got ready to all go out together. We still hadn’t told Michelle where to but had told her she would love the music and to dress smart casual.It wasn’t until we got in the...
Group SexIt was a quiet day then a simple phone call……. I had been a bull for some time, in fact I was bull for a couple just this past week. But I wanted something more regular so I joined a dating service. I am 5 foot 9 inches and in very good shape. The call, there was a woman interested in meeting me. I drove over and watched her video and reviewed her profile. She was probably a small C-cup, 22, 5foot 4 inches, blonde, since I was 33, I questioned the age difference. The lady at the dating service...
Mike was dead. Well, not all the way. Opening his eyes to the blinding light coming through the curtains, he realized that the sensation of death was no more than the events of the last two days catching up with him. He groaned, sliding out of bed and sitting on the floor. His legs wobbled beneath him, muscles protesting his attempts to stand. His head pounding, he stumbled into the bathroom, leaning against the bathroom sink. “You’re a mess this morning, aren’t you?” Naia’s head and...
My girlfriend Emily and I were interested in having a threesome for some time. This is how it happened. Emily and I have been together for several years. We met at a small pizzeria that I had started to run due to it being purchased by the company I currently worked for. The owner was a young Syrian gentlemen with a large family that I had come to know quite well. His brother Sal also worked for the company. I met Emily the first day I had gone to work there. We had a...
My girlfriend Emily and I were interested in having a threesome for some time. This is how it happened.Emily and I have been together for several years. We met at a small pizzeria that I had started to run due to it being purchased by the company I currently worked for. The owner was a young Syrian gentlemen with a large family that I had come to know quite well. His brother Sal also worked for the company. I met Emily the first day I had gone to work there. We had a meeting to introduce me as...
Emily asked her mother about it after arriving home from the first day at school, and Alena had sat Emily down in the kitchen to explain the family name. "First of all, you understand that as a witch, we keep our mother's names rather than the name of the male who we decide to become partners with?" asked Alena. "Yes mother" replied Emily, concentrating hard to her mother's words, desperate to know why she was called Cumbucket. "We Cumbuckets come from a line of witches...
Elliott looked around the classroom, there she was, the girl of his dreams. her name was Emily, a hot student with red curly hair, he always wanted to date her, but there was something about this girl that Elliott didnt know, a deep dark secret that only Emily and her best friend Isabelle knew. Emily searched all over the internet, did everything she could to get her hands on Elliott and finally acomplish her dreams . On Friday 17th May, Emily was happier than usual, Elliott noticed this...
This true story is about the SSBBW Emily and I.As mentioned in a previous story Emily is the building manager at my mother in law's retirement apartment complex. First about Emily. She is in her 60s, about 5' tall with true, natural blond hair as I found out later. I do not think she has ever been married. She weighs about 425 pounds. She has no mobility problems and despite being really big she does not have the typical breathing problems or other issues large people have. For those that do...
"Thank you for taking this job, Emily, I appreciate it," I stated, walking into the office with her. "Your smaller office is right over there with a desk; I hope you like it. I just... crap," I muttered, sitting down in my chair."Are you still missing Jackie?" she asked, coming up to me."Yes, you could say that. The divorce was only a month ago, but you know, I'll be fine," I answered, peeking at her. "I'll just need you to look over some files to make sure everything is in order,...
Office SexIntroduction: Emily Osment gives a dying boy more than he could wish for. Let me tell you, getting diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor three weeks before my eighteenth birthday was one of the worst things that could have ever happened to me. Tonight though would be one of the best nights, if not the last night I had a chance to go out and enjoy myself. I was given around nine months to live, and already three of those had passed. My body starting to feel the effects of the drugs they put...
Dedicated to LUE! This is part of a trilogy, so this is only part of the story. Poor Emily. She was one of the most beautiful girls in the world. She had shoulder-length red dyed hair. It looked as if it was on fire; incredibly cute. Her breasts stuck out proud, their glorious B cup perfectly perportionate to her body. She wasn't too chubby around the stomach; perfectly fit. Her ass was not huge, but not inexistant. She looked perfect. She was also a great person. She was incredibly kind, and...
MasturbationMy sister and I were raised in a strict household. There was no cussing and absolutely no nudity. We undressed in the bathroom and dressed in the bathroom… with the door locked. Emily, was 16 at the time. She was a tall girl, perhaps five feet ten or even eleven. Height ran in our family, although weight did not. Emily was one hundred ten pounds at best. She was not what anyone would call beautiful. She had long dark hair and pretty green eyes, but her nose was slightly longer than she...
Saturday, December 16th, Night. After dinner, the three piled into Dave's car and went to the grocery store. Usually Dave would do this the day before his daughters arrived but with everything that was going on, it had slipped his mind. They also rented a couple of movies the girls wanted to see. Back home, the girls changed for bed and the three settled in to watch a movie. By ten o'clock, when the movie was finished, Hayley was asleep on the couch. Working together, Dave and Emily...
I spent the next hour fucking emily in the mouth and ejaculating all over her face and body then untied her and we slept together in bed doing nasty,degrading,hardcore sucking and fucking all night. We fell asleep for about two hours then as Emily slept I tied her hands behind her back and tied each of her legs in half so her knees were bent and her thighs were spread. Then I violently awoke my sister by slapping her in the face and spitting on her while calling her a trampy cunt and a piece...
Interviewing… Belinda and EmilyAuthor: Bonercreator69As it had been for all the versions of the show, the first episode of The Truth Behind the Women of TV had been very successful, the episode watched by millions of people. Luckily for me, no-one knew about the after-show events that had occurred and so the memory of my cock inside Fearne Cotton and Holly Willoughby, although I did still have the video evidence.The second show promised to be just as good as the first show had been, with...