Sal Ch 01
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punishment for Olivia.
“I’ll like to start off with a little wine tasting. I’m new to the environment, but I heard that your list is fabulous. Any wines that you can recommend for me?” I questioned, folding the earthy green menu back into one fold.
Our waitress smirked, French tipped finger pointing towards the bar in front of the bistro. In awe, I admired every shimmering bottle of liquor for display, the way the bartender skillfully whipped up a customer’s drink, garnishing the liquid with lemon and lime spices, the festive laughter of a loving couple clinking their drinks before engaging in a soulful kiss. As she asked me for my folded menu, she opened to the sets of wines, fingers tracing the area.
It was one of those nice fall mornings when everything seemed so crisp and clear. The street washing truck had just turned the corner after spritzing the curb and Sal caught the subtle hint of diesel lingering in the dry air. He heard the Glickman sisters chattering about a pumpkin sale taking place at the Catholic Church at the bottom of the hill and "Such deals you wouldn't believe!" Sal was not one much for pumpkins and stuff like that. He did like the thought of them and the certain...
Sal was working the after dinner dumbwaiters on a real slow Friday night. At least half of the tenants were not even home. They were out getting drunk, watching movies or screwing someone in a car on a dark street somewhere. At least in Sal's mind, that is what they should be doing. He had already separated out a nice stack of National Geographic's and a neat set of dishes in pretty good condition. He liked to sort the garbage to extract collectables and things of possible value. The...
Sal was flat on his back on top of the mattress looking up at the fuzzy white clouds racing across the bluest sky he had ever seen. He was on the roof of the 5 story building resting in perfect solitude. It was a special place to him away from all the hustle and bustle of the dozens of females waiting to spread their legs for him in the apartments below. Off in the distance he could hear the muted roar of large passenger jets making their approach to JFK airport. It was so far away that it...
The conversion to the oil fired furnaces was complete. Sal was relieved because he didn't have to climb inside the furnaces to bang out the clinkers with the small iron mallet. He kept it to himself but he had a dread of being caught inside one of the furnaces when the ignition took place. Only his Aunt Gina suspected how strong the fear was lurking below the surface. Both of the Conte sisters whom he had impregnated had given birth to their babies and he tried to be aloof of all the...
After the orgy in the furnace room, Sal decided to move in with his Aunt Gina. When he told his mom at the dinner table with four other siblings, she said, "Finally, I got one to go out on his own. When are the rest of you baby birds leaving the nest?" None of his younger brothers and sisters understood what his mother meant. They figured she was just putting them on like she always did and they were right. When he ready to leave with his clothes all packed his mom told him, "You be...
It was one of those days that Sal thought for sure would go down in the books as uneventful. His Aunt Gina was all caught up in some asinine Bingo game scam up in Yonkers that he viewed as a big waste of time. A lot of the residents were away at the shore making up for lost time because of the last two rainy weekends. He had an appointment to do Mrs. O' Brian's pipes right after lunch but she came down into the basement early in the morning catching him putting some Irish in his coffee and...
Sal's Aunt Gina was feeling poorly. She seemed to lose interest in the daily grind of maintaining a 110 unit apartment building in the upper Bronx. It was a particularly bad time because they in the middle of converting from the familiar coal heat to the oil heating system. Sal was caught up in the finances of collecting all the rents and he knew he was far too soft to do that job properly. Besides, a lot of the female tenants were a lot closer to him than to his no-nonsense Aunt. They...
Gina was pissed! Sal looked up guiltily at his almost Aunt and knew she was not a happy camper. It was a kind of unspoken rule that he could screw any female in the building but keep his hands off strange females who lived off premises. He felt it was silly but Gina was adamant about that point and he had agreed because there were over 100 nubile women in the apartment building. "Aunt Gina, I am real sorry. This is Regis Conte from next door. She is one of the Conte sisters. Her father,...
Sal knew he had unfinished business with Alice McGregor, the attractive 50 year old MILF with the gorgeous backside. When she did not call him for any additional repairs, he figured it was up to him to make a first move. She was a real classy mature woman with an ass that drove him to distraction. He remembered how young Debbie had stuck her head up Alice's backside to lick his dripping cream from between her legs. There had been no time to savor the tightness of long legged blonde's little...
Sal's escapades with the five Conte sisters from next door had cooled considerably for the last couple of months. He was OK with that because getting 2 of them pregnant at the same time had created considerable friction with their labor union boss father. He was surprised when the very studious looking Ann Conte came up to him in the hardware store at the bottom of the hill. She always was the kind of stand-offish one of the five sisters and tended to frown at him when he wrestled with all...
Aunt Gina was out on the island visiting some relatives who had managed to escape the hot, humid canyons of the city by renting a beach home for the summer. Sal had wanted to go just to watch the pretty young things in their swimsuits but the demands of managing a 110 unit apartment building was a top priority. Also, he didn't want to piss off his uncle Vinnie who was a majority investor in the property. Vinnie had his back on almost anything that came down in the Bronx and he only had to...
The gloves were wet and that wasn't helping in the windy alley on the North side of the building. It was freaking October and the cold damp air was cutting though Sal's Army Surplus jacket like a hot knife through butter. He wanted to take the stupid gloves off but he knew the jagged edges of the trash cans were more dangerous than the chill in the air. Not being much of a philosopher, Sal was not all that enthralled with the meaning of life. It just seemed to him that there had to be more...
Okay, so my last blog was all about my friend Sal. Our friend Maisy had walked in to find my head buried between Sal's thighs in the near darkness. Slightly shocked, she left the room, then announced from the doorway that she was sorry to interrupt us. Sal didn't mind, replied "it's okay, Jay's busy, Maisy" then Mai just grabbed a glass of orange and left. When I had got Sally to grind, buck and have a shuddering orgasm, we retreated back to Sal's room.Soon as we walked in, we had a shock of...
Sal was happy to finally be back home with his Aunt Gina. His little vacation down in the Tombs was not a fun holiday. His Uncle Vinnie got him a good mouthpiece and he was sprung quicker than Jackie Robinson making a triple play over in Ebbots Field. He never expected to get into trouble over the Moskovitz mushroom poisoning case. It was Mrs. Moskovitz's trouble-making sister-in-law that pointed a finger at him because the loose mouthed Minnie Moskovitz most likely blabbed about how much...
Sal was sitting in the back yard watching a skywriter writing something that looked like an advertisement for the new rodeo at Madison Square Garden. Then again, it could be for a popular moving company with trucks all over the city. The white clouds were dissipating so fast he could not be sure. Maybe it was the fact he was already on his fourth beer on his single day off in the week. His aunt Gina was all caught up in some new chain-letter thing that had all the females in the building...
Sal was taking the afternoon off even if it was a Saturday. That was usually his busiest day of the week because he had to do all the stairs in both buildings and the sidewalk cleaning in addition to getting the garbage lined up for the early Monday pick-up. His Aunt Gina was not feeling well and remained in bed reading some silly gossip magazine about the Hollywood stars. He thought about going up to the fourth floor and seeing if Mrs. Moskovitz needed any work done in her apartment but...
Sal was building up a sweat early on Saturday morning. Saturday morning was the "wash all the hallways, stairs and stoop day". The ritual was shown to him by his Aunt Gina. Boy, could she swing a mean mop. He could see why her ass cheeks were so toned and showed no sign of sagging even at her age. He never tired of pounding her back there because the sight of those beautiful cheeks bouncing into him was in and of itself enough to make him blow his load real quick. He was real bad last...
Sal's two illegitimate daughters by two of the Conte sisters next door were almost nine years old now. Their grandfather the half Irish prick of a union boss had recently passed away and Sal was giving more of his income to help the family out. One of the five sisters was taken into a convent causing him no end of astonishment because of the five sisters; she was probably the most sex-obsessed almost to the point of nymphomania. Sometimes, she even climbed in his bedroom window with his...
SAL THE SUPER THE NOOKIE KING OF THE BRONX XIV UPDATED My aunt Gina was back in Italy for some kind of family reunion. I wasn't involved because she was not really my real aunt just my mama's best friend from the old neighborhood. We had been living together for almost four years now. She invested her dead husband's money in an interest in this huge double building apartment complex with over a 100 units. We were the live-in team that managed the building and kept it shipshape for the...
It was one of those days that started out real slow and uneventful but exploded like a firecracker in your hand when you least expected it to. Sal had felt real good about not slipping any strong stuff in with his morning dosage of coffee giving himself a pat on the back for being a good boy. The newspaper stacks were getting pretty high and he knew he would have to save a couple of hours to organize them for the recycle pickup that came like clockwork whenever he called them to come for a...
There had been three other instances in which Alexandra had, by remote control, brought Catherine to orgasm. Once she had been alone at home and simply collapsed on the floor until the spasms and pleasure passed. Once, however, she had been volunteering at the hospital, distributing reading material to patients when the orgasm struck. She was with a patient at the time and collapsed onto the foot of the bed until Alexandra was finished with her. She had profusely apologized to the patient,...
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HI.Dosto i am Sunny from Islamabad, Pakistan married 38 year old , height 6.1 inch handsome and hot with 7 inch lund size hai. Sex karna bhi ak fun hay.jo ke her koi ye fun nahi janta. Mai yaqeen delata hoon un sab ko jo mujhe se apni choot or gand chudwana chahty hai. Mai unhey full satisfaid or enjoyment donga or unka ye raaz hamesha raaz rakhonga. Meri pehli wali sex story A HOT & VIRGIN CHOOT OF SALMA ap sab logo ko zaroor pasand aaye hogi.ab mai app logo ko part -2 sunaney ja raha or...
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The saga of Salma and Shabbir seemed to continue forever. However, a gentle twist to the story was waiting in the wings. It eventually unfolded in a supermarket. “Do you see that girl picking up the pickle bottle?” Shabbir whispered into Salma’s ears. They have been shopping for more than an hour. Salma easily found out the gorgeous girl who was stealthily looking at Shabbir as she kept picking up a few things from the racks. “Is that Tabassum?” Salma whispered with her eyes gazing the girl...
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Salman baar baar Ammi ko phone laga raha tha. Jab unhone usse ye kaha ki woh usko block kar degi. Tab usne Ammi ko ye dhamki di ke woh khala ke ghar aa jayega. Ammi janti thi ke agar woh yahan aaya to bawal ho jayega. Woh shant rehne walo mein se nahi hai. Sabhi ko pata chal jayega ke woh jo itna dhong karti hai woh asal mein kya hai. Woh nahi chahti thi ke jo pichle 5 saal se woh Salman ke sath rangraliyan mana rahi thi unke bare mein kisi ko khabar ho. Unhone dar ke usse kaha ke woh use...
Life hasn’t been as fascinating as it used to be for Salma, a 38 year old housewife, more so after her mia (husband) found a job in Abu Dhabi and left in search of more prosperity. Married at the tender age of 18, it wasn’t as easy leading her life alone as one would imagine. She did manage to cope up with the emotional aspects of taking the mantle of being the head of the family but it wasn’t without those obstacles. She knew that the worst was at home, her 18 year old son Shabbir, whose eyes...
IncestMera naam Saloni hai pura naam nargis sultana hai, meri umar 18 saal ho gayi hai, aaj main apko meri madakti madmast jawan choot ki chudai ki kahani batane jaa rahi hun, main 7 bahi me akeli bahan hun, or meri joint family hai, yeh chudai story meri or meri cousin brother ki hai jo mere ghar ke bagal me rahta hai uska naam rehaan hai or gopu ki hai dono ne kaise meri chudai ki or mujhe apne lund ka diwana banaya batne ja rahi hun Iss se pahele maine apko yeh bata dun ki mujhe chudai ka lat knha...
Hi guys mera naam Raj hai. Main 22 saal ka hu aur Bhopal ka rehne wala hu. Main humesha se yahan stories padha karta tha. Par kabhi bhi real mein maine sex nahi dekha tha na kiya tha. Main humesha mohalle ki bhabhiyo aur auntiyo ko dekh ke hi apna kaam chala leta tha. Sach batau toh mere mohalle mein kuch auratein aisi thi jinko bina kapdo ke imagine karne se hi mera khambe jaise khada ho jaata. Mere hi mohalle mein ek ladka rehta tha jiska naam Salim tha. Uski umar kareeb 25 saal thi aur woh...
Thank you ISS and readers for the support. I am looking forward to more feedbacks from you for Part.No.4. Please send your comments to A brief summary of the Salma & Shabbir’s saga so far. Shabbir had managed to seduce his mother Salma and their lives changed thereafter. Tabassum, Shabbir’s girl friend was invited by Salma without knowing that the young girl was a bisexual. Tabassum is taken aback by Salma’s sharp features and successfully entices her into lesbian sex. Just about when Salma...
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Salma, my wife’s best friend is the dirtiest, nastiest slut in the world. She was a whore who loved to get fucked like a bitch in heat. I just could not get enough of this bitch. I wanted to fuck her and lick her and suck her till she was screaming like a bitch in heat. I had been fucking her at the back of my unsuspecting wife. And once when I was fucking my Maya, I said,” Your friend, Salma, is a real whore!1 Have you seen the way she sways her ass? She must be a whore in bed, I can swear!”...
Salma Hayek - Enslaved and Tortured in the Old WestIt was a hot day in the Chihuahua desert...and its pride and joy Salma Hayek was travelling via stagecoach through the rugged terrain. She had been sweeping the west with her beauty in burlesque shows all across Mexico and the US...teasing and enticing her way to fame among the sex-starved hordes of men. She was the perfect Latina beauty, with curves like a racetrack and a seductive personality. But while she was travelling, her stagecoach...
Me Salim aged 28 saal kuch din pahale me mere uncle ke ghar unke bete Aslam ki shadi me Karanchi gaya ,kahi saloke bad me gaya meri cousin ,jo choti ladaki thi jawan ho gayi ,bahot sunder ,khoobsurat lag rahi thi ,wo 19 ki thi Mujhe dekhate hi pyar ho gaya ,me use pasnd karne laga tha..Kuch din bad mere parents aye , unhe bhi Salma pasand a gayiSalim aged 28 saal kuch din pahale me mere uncle ke ghar unke bete Aslam ki shadi me Karanchi gaya ,kahi saloke bad me gaya meri cousin ,jo choti ladaki...
Copyright© Ron didn't recognise her at first. She was shorter, a little wider, greyer, older. She sat in the restaurant with some dude with a ponytail tied back and flecked with silver. He maybe wouldn't have paid any attention to them in other circumstances. They appeared to be just an ordinary arty couple approaching middle age. "Hey," she called to the disinterested waiter, "can we have two more coffees over here?" Her American accent grabbed Ron's attention immediately. She looked...
It was a hot day in the Chihuahua desert...the lovely virgin miss Hayek was in her stagecoach in this old west when the stagecoach was attacked by cowboys. They shot and killed everyone onboard but the beautiful Salma Hayek. She bolted away, knowing she would be kept as a sex toy. But they caught her quickly. ?Don’t resist miss, or you will dearly regret it.? one man said, as he brutally smacked her with a massive cattle whip. She screamed and fell to the ground in tears...her dress...
ROSALINDA ANAL LOVE.The relationship with this "facet" lady has lasted for at least a decade and continues although there have been periods of highs and lows, with the time the "attendance with this grandmother" was, and is still the most intense that lasts and that has happened to me; I do not mean only by sexual understanding, but by empathy that seems to be strengthened, I repeat, despite the periods of emptiness in which one does not even hear the phone. The lady, despite her venerable age...
All characters are over 18 and this is complete fiction. Do comment your views. Enjoy… I moaned as he thrust his 9 inch monster into my pussy. He kept this up for about ten minutes, each time increasing the pace. We were sweating very badly from all the excitement that tagged along with intense fucking. Both of us came together, with me screaming out my pleasure to the clouds and the air hostesses who hid themselves, quietly fingering themselves to a climax from seeing us fuck. ‘God, that was...
Hello! Dosto ma hu Amit(Name changed)mai 25 years ka im from west-bengal,dekhnay ma thik thak hi hu mujhay apnay ap ka tarif karna accha nahi lagta hai LOL. mai ISS ka bohut bada fan hu mainay iss ka lagbhag savi story padha hai aur kuch story mujhay bohut pasand hai, Is liye mainay socha kyu na may v kush likhu Yeh mera 1st story hai jo ki 1year purani hai aur aj ap logo k saath share kar raha hu plz koi galti ho gaya to plz 4gv me…. and plz help me to write more by send mail on: o.com ye...
February 1979 Sally was home on an unseasonably warm night for late winter, even by Southern California standards, trying to study. Her academic career was hanging by a thread, and she was trying to get back into the swing of her studies. Her first semester at UCLA had been pretty much a disaster. Between partying with Ted and his friends, partying with her other friends, old and new, and her job, she hadn’t had much time for school, and her grades had reflected that lack of commitment. She...
Hello to all ISS friend this is the true story between me and my sister in law, amar Sali Riya khub farsha na hole o dekhte misty o sexy or sampod or mai r pacha riyar age 25 body status mai 34 komor 30 pacha 36 so bandhu ra nijer nijer bara khichte redy hoe jao, r bandhobi ra gude fingering korte redy hae jao. Riya widow 1 year haeche or husband er deth haeche, after marriage 1year husband er sathe ghar koreche ekhon o majhe majhe amader flate chole ase or ekatito katanor janno, amar wife o...
December 1980 The club’s annual Christmas party was winding down, and Sally was feeling very little pain. She’d been tossing back screwdrivers most of the night with her mother, while Sylvia looked on, nursing her soda. Sylvia was her mom’s official driver for the night, since she was still too young to drink, and besides, after seeing what alcohol was doing to her mother, her stepfather, and now her sister, she had sworn never to touch the stuff. Sally didn’t care, she was having fun. She’d...
December 1978 Monica Franzetti was doing the bump-and-grind with her partner of the moment: a short, well-built redhead whose globular tits were being poorly served by a halter-top that was inadequate for the job. She and the redhead were grooving on a packed dance floor at one of the city’s leading discos when Monica happened to see an old friend walk around the fringe of the dance floor and take a seat at a corner booth. It was three days before Christmas, a Friday night, and Monica had...
What you are about to read is based upon a true story, as told by a Grateful Reader who has lived a life very close to the one you will soon come to know. Names have been changed, and some scenarios constructed, but the story is essentially as it was related. Prologue: To see Sally Sorrento today, you would barely guess at the fathomless depths through which her life has been drawn. Now aged 43 years, she is a successful career woman, a buyer in women’s fashion for a major Southwestern...
November 1981 Sally Johnson paced the floor at the massive old funeral home where in a few hours her stepfather, Ted Bissett, would be eulogized before being buried at the huge cemetery nearby. Sally was waiting for Ted’s best friend Matt to arrive with something that might make the day go a little better. The previous days had been emotionally draining for the young blonde, who had had to take responsibility for making the arrangements for Ted’s funeral since her mother had completely...
November 1981 Ted was drunk and in a foul mood as he stood by a pay phone waiting for Sally to answer her phone. He’d left his house in fury after having a vicious argument with his wife, Sally’s mother. It had started over something petty and had just escalated. The couple had gone to lunch that Saturday at a trendy restaurant and had sucked down several potent margaritas. Then they had gone home and started in on the vodka. He’d had intentions of fucking his wife for the first time in...
“Oh please, sir, not tonight.” James Abernathy had raised the girl’s skirts and petticoats to her waist and was about to push her onto the bed she had just folded down at the House of the Seven Gables. “Why not?” he said. “It’s the hanging, sir, up on Gallows Hill. It’s got me upset.” Until that day Abernathy hadn’t given much thought to the accusations being hurled about by the Reverend Samuel Parris and other of the residents of Salem Village. He dismissed it as a kind of mass hysteria...
HistoricalHello! Dosto ma hu Amit(Name changed)mai 25 years ka I’m from west-bengal,dekhnay ma thik thak hi hu mujhay apnay ap ka tarif karna accha nahi lagta hai LOL. mai ISS ka bohut bada fan hu mainay iss ka lagbhag savi story padha hai aur kuch story mujhay bohut pasand hai, Is liye mainay socha kyu na may v kuch likhu … mera 1st story Salma Bhabi jo ki ap logo nai pasand kiya US k liye mujhay bohut sara msg ,mail aya kuch logo k saath acchi dosti v huyi us k liye mai bohut bohut dhanyabad kehena...
May 1983 The post-reception party was in full swing at the bar of a prominent hotel on the Strip in Las Vegas. Sally Fountain, nee’ Johnson, sat at a table with her new husband and several of his friends. Her foot was doing a nervous jig as she sipped a vodka and tonic and watched the others at the table getting riotously drunk. After a bit, she finished her drink, told Larry – her new husband -to order her a refill, grabbed her purse and went to the ladies room. As she walked through the...
July 1980 Sally Johnson sat nervously in the front passenger seat of her stepfather’s late-model Porsche, which was parked on a side street around the corner from a quiet tavern close to the Sunset Strip in Los Angeles. As she fidgeted in the seat, and finished the beer she’d been drinking, she cursed her stepfather, Ted Bissett, under her breath for using her for whatever deal he was involved in at the moment. She hated it, but she had no choice about where, when or how Ted used her for his...
Hi sali ki suhagrat ist part kaisa laga land aur choot walo sayad acha ab me aage ki kahani sunati hu apni gand dhoovane ke bad meri sali ne uses kaha ki kya program hai to anuj bola pls aaj apne jija se meri gand merva do pls to sali boli tik hai yar aaj teri gand ki khuzli mitva doongi tik hai yar. Sali aur uska pati bahar aaye aur nasta karne lage aur phir sali boli ki jijaji aap mujhe birthday par kya gift de rahe ho to me bola kya chahiye sali sahiba to wo boli ki me apne pati ki gand...
“Hi Joan, is Gabriella around?” I asked our receptionist and administrator. “Yes Mr. Emerson” asked Joan. “Can you send her in for my lunch break?” I asked. “Certainly sir.” she responded, I could hear the smirk in her voice. Gabrielle hadn’t proved very effective at project management, but she’d found a niche for herself in the company, it was no secret what kept her on the books at our small firm. I scanned through my emails and a few minutes later, Gabriella opened my office...