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A Well Lived Life 2 Book 2 StephieChapter 51 Fourth of July Weekend Part I

July 2, 1988, Chicago, Illinois “This is unbelievable!” I exclaimed, reading the front page of the Chicago Tribune “What?” Jessica asked, sipping her lemon tea. “It says, and I honestly wonder if it’s accurate, that at the Nineteenth Party Conference in the Soviet Union, they voted to end the Communist Party’s monopoly on economic and other non-political power. They pretty much just threw out 70 years of Marxist-Leninist political philosophy in order to try to free the economy! I know...

HannahChapter 6 The other side

My relationship with Evan became widely known in school by the end of the week. Some of the girls in the group had to have it explained to them, and they grudgingly accepted it. The new group at the lunch tables included Terri Mitleiter, a basketball transfer from Williston and a junior, and Elizabeth Puklich, a senior on the swim team. The rest of the crowd changed so frequently it was hard for me to keep up with names. Evan and I spent hours on the phone, talking and defining our...

Priestly PromiscuityChapter 2 Priestly Predation

Father Murphy's vow lasted an even shorter time than Jill's resolution, and it was less than a week before he for the first time plucked a young parishioner's cherry. And he knew from the moment that he began the seduction, if such it could be called, that he was committing a terrible sin. Not only was he once again breaking his vow of celibacy but he was doing it with a pure and innocent young girl and taking advantage of his trusted position to achieve her seduction. Her name was Ann...

In Search of ParadiseChapter 16 Epilogue

A light breeze drifted over the plateau where Brandon sat looking down at two adolescent children sprawled close together in the waters of their little island's lagoon. As he watched, the memories of fifteen years came back slowly, one by one. The children's births, the time they'd spent together as a family, and even the circumstances that had led to the five of them being here in the first place. They were happy memories, for the most part, and left a smile on his face as they played...

Summer Love Chapter 4

Thirteen-year-old Courtney lay on Melinda Lunsford's king sized bed, a pillow under her hips. Her forehead was beaded with perspiration and her hands gripped the moist, rumpled sheets. Melinda lay face down between Courtney's widespread adolescent thighs. She had been teasing Courtney's delicious little virgin pussy with her fingers and mouth for the past twenty minutes, letting the teen's desire build slowly until she was practically delirious with the need for release. Several times...

FITZChapter 6 The FITZ Gather

The door opened to another hallway. Doors on both sides of the hallway had signs: "Dojo," "Clinic," "Classroom," "Workout," "Toilet," "Storage." Beyond the hallway, the space opened up, becoming a living room, dining room and kitchen. It resembled a modest, tastefully decorated middle class home except expanded. The kitchen's size bordered on industrial. The dining room had a large table and four smaller tables surrounding it. The living room, defined by a large pastel carpet of...

David

Chapter One: Buried Treasure "You gotta promise not to tell anyone." He'd said. Mark and I looked nervously at each other, then nodded our apprehensive approval to him. "Swear it." He said sternly. "I swear." We replied in unison. "Okay, but if I find out you told anyone about this, I'll deny it." He repeated, giving us a nervous stare in return. Mark and I sat cross legged next to each other on the wooden floor of the treehouse, anxiously awaiting this mysteriously exciting...

Just a SecChapter 25

Waking on Friday morning to movement in the bed, Haley opened her eyes to see Jay retreating to the bathroom to take a leak. She glanced at the bedside clock and noted that it was a few minutes after six. Just a few seconds later, Haley noted that Jay was back in bed snuggled up to her and the clock read eight-oh-five already! And, Haley felt something strange! She could account for Jay’s two hands wrapped around her, with one on her arm and one on her right breast. But there was at least...

The VaseChapter 3

My mother's business centered in her bedroom. She was expert. If sewing kept us alive I would have been used to the clacking needle and slept through a night's work. So it was with the rhythmic screaming springs and the headboard beating time on the wall and the wails of pleasure. Like an odor inherent to a house only smelt by a stranger I was inured to it. And yet when I became sexual and when my mother began detailing her adventures, like an unnoticed odor her pleasure business clung to...

Middle School Mischief at DorsetChapter 32 A Becky Banquet

Becky slept well that night but when she awakened in the morning she had a gnawing feeling, sort of an urge in her belly. She wanted something but she didn't know what. Was it Jesus' message from Reverend Wilson? The day seemed to go on and on. Several times Mr. Best caught her daydreaming and she'd been very embarrassed but finally school was over and she was off to her appointment with her minister. Although Mrs. Bartlett's inexperienced mouth had performed with consummate skill and...

Middle School Mischief at DorsetChapter 37 Carnal Conclusion

Sally's plump thighs had parted as she dreamed and her hand was at the open juncture of her thighs. One moment it was Dave's hand that was pushing, rubbing her there. And then it was Mr. Best. Her gaze fixed again on her teacher. The pressure built in her adolescent loins. Her eyes lost focus. Her round ass squirmed on the hard seat. And suddenly Mr. Best was beside her desk, looking right down at her lap where her hand was moving, pressing. Sally almost jumped in her seat as she pulled...

Over the Back Fence

Blackmail as a tool of dominance just fell in my lap. I didn't go looking for it, it found me. Let me explain. I was in my back yard last summer, minding my own business. Actually, I was photographing some cultured tea roses that my late wife had planted and that I have kept in her memory. It was a beautiful day for just enjoying life. Things took a strange turn when I heard voices from the other side of the high privacy fence that separates our back yard from the family behind us. I was...

Priestly PromiscuityChapter 23 BJ Bonnie Janey

Brother John returned late in the evening, three days later. By now he had recovered from his delightful though exhausting sessions with the pulchritudinous females and was ready for more of the same. After a night on the bus, however, he needed sleep so, without telling anyone he was back, he went to the empty gardener's cottage to sleep. The gardener's cottage now had a special significance to the fifteen year old Bonny. This was where her cherry had been broken. Each night since then...

Dad s Dating AdviceChapter 6

Denial is one of the tools we use to stave off acceptance of a gnarly issue. When you feel that scraping grind in the parking lot that means you rubbed up against another vehicle, you can either stop, get out, and go look, or just tell yourself “It’s probably nothing.” Which of those you do all depends on your personality type. Sometimes age is a factor. If the driver is a teenager who’s driving daddy’s borrowed car, they may be very tempted to simply drive home, park the car, and go in as if...

Priestly PromiscuityChapter 28 Sherry Submits

When Father Murphy returned he was unaware that Brother John had figuratively anointed him with cuckold horns although if he'd known he would not have been very concerned. Now that he'd surrendered to his lustful desire for nubile nymphets the nun's dalliance wouldn't have bothered him. But anyway, he had an unknown admirer. Sherry was another of the buxom nymphet's that seemed to be the mainstay of the convent's clientele. She was a short, dark haired, busty fourteen year old. And, to...

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