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I was trying to get up the energy to go down to the unemployment office when my cell phone rang. "Hey Bob," said my sometimes-girl-friend Lesley. "You interested in picking up a few bucks on the side?""Sure, as long as it doesn't involve honest work," I replied. "What's up?""Well my friend Melanie just told me that she heard of a job as a guide to some of the politicians who are coming in to Kansas City this weekend before the election" said Lesley. "I figure you've spent more time crawling...

Living in America

I've always had a thing for milfs and older women, which im sure makes me no different from any other guys my age, and working in a bar i was never short of offers. Until recently however i'd never allowed myself to break fantasy into reality but unknown to me this was about to change.Halfway through my second year at university i landed my dream placement job in florida about an hour from Miami for the year. I worked every hour I could to pay for the visa and flights and got my beach body...

America Mein Bhabhi Ko Pattakar Choda

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Another America

The Lifestyles Enforcement Agency(LEA) is more expansive than it appears. There are departments within the agency to handle different aspects of its purview. Division One handles marriages and have records of all ceremonies throughout the states. It has the power to perform marriages. Division Two handles prostitution and have put into place many health and safety regulations that must be followed. They also are in charge of license distribution for the many whores, pimps, and madams. Any legal...

Mr and Mrs America Aftermath

This is a follow up to A Woman Waiting to Happen “Hi, Mom.” There was silence on the line for a few seconds. I think it took her that long to realize I had actually answered. “Jake! My God honey, where are you? Jo and your father have been worried sick. So are your children. So am I. Are you coming home soon?” “Tell the kids I love them, Mom, and that I’ll call them soon. I’m okay, by the way, obvious things aside.” There was another little gap on the phone as she processed what I’d...

Angie s New World AdventureChapter 9 Day Two in America

The room phone rang at exactly five am and a sleepy sounding Bobby answered it, a female voice on the other end of the phone announced, “This is your requested five am alarm call!” and then the line went dead. For about five minutes Bobby looked down at his wife of one year and thought to himself how lucky am I. then he gently leaned over and kissed her forehead saying “Angie, my love it’s time to rise and shine!” Angie began to stir and seeing her husband so close she smiled and blew him a...

Angie s New World AdventureChapter 12 Final days in America

Angie and Bobby drove towards Washington and as the noon day sun hung hot and humid overhead they decided to pull in to a diner, to sample some local cuisine. As they tucked into a Kansas chili dog with all the trimmings, Bobby remarked, “You know we have only two days left and one of those will be taken up by making sure we reach Dulles airport in time!” Angie looked forlornly at him and said, “I just don’t want this adventure to end!” Bobby responded, “Neither do I, but we can always plan...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 2 Pennsylvania

I finished up readying the house for sale, shipped a few things I wanted to keep to Anna, repacked my motorcycle gear and turned the key to the house over to our real estate broker. The next morning I left Dillon to head south into Rhode Island. I wanted to see the famous Newport Mansions, and by eight that morning I rode slowly past the historic summer homes of the ultra-rich built over a hundred years earlier. At one mansion, a pretty docent gave me a private tour as well as her telephone...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 4 Florida

To:[email protected] From:[email protected] Subject: Your Questions About Karen's and My Sexual Preferences ;-) Jim – Your last email describing your sexual trysts with your new friends in Camp Forge is something I shall remember forever. I have never been so turned on in all my life by a letter or email – why didn't you take me with you???? I applaud the graphic sexual details in your email – just what I asked you to send me. Hurray! You remembered. See,...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 5 Alabama

After traversing Northern Florida, I hugged the Gulf Coast, stopping overnight at campgrounds, before I rode north into Alabama. Travel was slow because of the touristy nature of the route along the beach, but I enjoyed the travel and even took a few swims in the Gulf or tributaries to cool off. I wanted to see the famous bridge in Selma where in 1965 Martin Luther King had led a small group of civil rights marchers before troopers attacked the unarmed crowd. The Edmund Pettus Bridge became...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 6 Louisiana

"Here's yar dinner." I responded, "Do you have some wine, maybe a 1995 Chardonnay? Two glasses, if you can join me." "Wise ass. Keep up that kinda stuff asshole and the judge tomorrow won't ever let you get out of here." I sat in the corner bunk in a jail cell in Alexandria, Louisiana. The room was hot, fetid, and smelled of urine. I reflected back that only two hours earlier I had been sitting astride my motorcycle minding my own business near the town square, and working my...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 7 Arkansas

I went back to my bench in the shade and looked up the phone number for the Alexandria, Louisiana Police Department. I called in on the non-emergency number from my cell phone and asked for either Detective Roux or Fournier – the two men that I'd talked to during my arrest and the two that had ultimately released me after they'd checked out my alibis. "Roux here!" "Detective Roux, this is Jim Mellon. I ... well, you arrested me two days ago and then..." "Yes, yes, I know who you...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 9 Kentucky

Our motorcycle trip Saturday morning took us to the Kentucky State Fair Grounds in Louisville, Kentucky. Terry had booked Crystal there as the headliner for the evening's show. We stayed on back roads on the way to Louisville and all the way to the fair grounds. At one of our pit stops along the route, Crystal showed me a text message on her phone from Terry: the concert was a sell out – 18,000 people would be attending. Crystal had the celebrity power to draw a sell-out crowd. Fear pulsed...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 10 Indiana

Ellen opted to ride the bus to Indianapolis since she had a couple of dozen telephone calls to make to be sure arrangements were ready for the concert Crystal and I were going to give that night. Her primary work for her sister was to coordinate with Terry, Dave, and Dan, and to be sure the public appearances and concerts went smoothly. The more I watched what she did; the more I saw how valuable she was to Crystal ... and now me. As Crystal and I got ready to ride the motorcycle up to...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 11 Ohio

My squad – ten of us – were going door to door looking for munitions in what appeared to be an abandoned Iraqi village. The company we were attached to had the pleasure of mortar rounds dropping around us from near this location about two hours earlier. I was the squad leader. There couldn't have been more than thirty or forty homes in the unnamed place. Most homes were one-room hovels with a pit in a corner that smelled like shit and urine, and that bred a million flies a minute. Five of...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 12 Michigan

Just north of the Ohio-Michigan border is the Coldwater Lake State Park, an undeveloped piece of land with a few trails on a modest size lake. I'd set this as my travel goal because I left Greenville, Ohio, so late in the morning. I pulled into the small park, and took advantage of the fact that my motorcycle could follow a well-trod foot trail to get to a better campsite than those along the road through the park. I setup camp beside the lake, and had an easy dinner from some of my...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 13 Wisconsin

In late morning, I crossed the Mackinaw Bridge and hugged the shore of Lake Michigan for the rest of the day. With the late start after my midnight escapades on Mackinac Island with Julia, a stop for lunch, and my resolution to take it slow and enjoy the scenery; I got only part way across the Upper Peninsula. I camped overnight at a state forest. The temperature dropped to around fifty degrees. My sleeping bag did its magic in keeping me at just the right temperature; but getting up in the...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 14 Illinois

I watched Kim's Cessna Citation soar into the sky with Kim behind the controls, the jet's wheels folding into the wings and belly just after liftoff. Kim had given me a lot to think about, really new ways to think about the world. The whole idea of 'rules' that artificially became 'facts' and 'shoulds' about how we had to behave or about how the world worked made me realize how imprinted I'd been growing up with the beliefs of my parents, teachers, ministers, and my surrounding...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 15 Missouri

Crystal and I stayed three extra days with the Binfords so we could have some more sexual playtime with our new friends. We each enjoyed the role of 'instructor.' Fortunately, they had no other guests at the inn while we were there, so our 'lessons' were conducted freely in all parts of the inn. When we left, they were different people for the better – more aware of each other, more knowledgeable about pleasuring each other sexually, and more in love. We promised to keep in touch. During...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 16 Iowa

I shook my head part in puzzlement and part in wonder; I'd said the three magic words, 'I Love You, ' to three women since I started my road trip: Kim, Summer, and Crystal. I wasn't sure whether Summer and I were serious or just pretending to ease the baby-making space we created. I had wanted to tell Lauren, and got right to the edge but could say the words that way. I wanted to say them to Ellen too. I felt love deep inside for June, Betty Sue, and Pat. Embarrassed, I couldn't remember...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 17 Minnesota

Terry called me one evening just after I'd finished a crappy camp dinner. I'd been spoiled by the superb cuisine at Jed's. I must have been near a cellular tower. Terry's first words to me were, "Jim, where are you?" I told him I was in southern Minnesota aiming for North Dakota. I could hear a scurry of activity behind him as he passed that information along to Ellen who I could hear talking in the background. I could also hear the rapid click of computer keys. While I waited for...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 18 North Dakota

Bismarck is a pleasant little city and the state capital of North Dakota. I found myself surprised at how hilly the environment was, particularly near the Missouri River that cut through the city. I'd been on some pretty flat land getting there. The Northern Pacific Railroad dominated the town's history, even renaming it to Bismarck after a German Chancellor in an attempt to attract German investment in the area. Today, the city is dominated by state government and several major health...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 19 South Dakota

One thing about riding on many western roads: they're straight, flat, and fast. I had to keep checking my speed as I rode south from Bismarck towards Sturgis and Rapid City, South Dakota. From some test runs, I knew my Harley would easily do a hundred. I used the Wi-Fi at a public library to send one email to Lauren, Kim, Ellen, and Crystal that included a detailed account of my encounters with Shaye the previous night, and a few nights earlier with Brite – including our encounter with...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 20 Kansas

I made it through an entire state without having sex – about three hundred almost 'nonstop' miles through Nebraska, and not one woman threw herself in front of my motorcycle, not one situation emerged in which a daring rescue of some sex-crazed maiden was required, and nothing else happened of note, except I stopped for gas and a couple of times to stretch. Nebraska was boring, and so was a good part of Kansas on my way to Salina where I'd made overnight reservations at a Best...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 21 Oklahoma

Matt Czynchykski had been in my Special Ops unit a decade earlier; we'd both mustered out of the Army together: me with a bad leg injury, and Matt because he gave up that line of business when his third tour was over. No one could say or spell Matt's last name, so we just called him 'Matt C.' Matt's nickname had been Ghost; on our first mission in Kosovo, he'd come face-to-face with some guy wearing a bomb vest, and he'd turned white as a ghost before he shot the guy and kept him from...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 22 Texas

Crystal bounded into the living room of the suite I'd found reserved for us at the Four Seasons when I arrived the evening before; she launched herself into my arms. I caught her without falling over, and we hugged and kissed each other over and over. Behind her, a hotel bellhop slowly removed her luggage and one of her guitars from a cart, piling up things in one corner of the spacious living room. As I hugged her, I told Crystal, "I have missed you so. Somehow, we've got to see each...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 23 New Mexico

Ellen and I made love constantly when we weren't on the motorcycle. A couple of times, we even pulled off the road at some scenic spot and made love. If we hadn't cared much about each other when we started, we sure did by the time we reached Albuquerque. For two nights, we kept Crystal amused by texting her snapshots of the two of us in various stages of undress and pictures that hinted of our sexual activity. Crystal wasn't shy about sending pictures of herself in what can best be...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 24 Colorado

The peak of fall foliage time had passed, but some Aspen trees still carried their leaves and late color. One or two of the taller peaks showed evidence of high altitude snowfall. I felt awe struck by the scenery. Gunnison, Colorado, sits on a wide plain at the base of Tenderfoot Mountain where students from Western State College placed a huge 'W' on the façade of the mountain. In another direction, Blue Mesa graced the skyline. Taller mountains fill the horizon in all directions. During a...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 25 Wyoming

Mountains. Beautiful, gorgeous, soul-warming mountains. Every direction I looked, they surrounded me for my entire journey from Gunnison to Jackson Hole. I opted to stay overnight in Vernal, Utah, in part because of the beautiful scenery plus the safety of a motel. A number of things took the edge off that beauty. First, I knew that I was being followed by Bart Kenesis. Second, as I'd ridden north from Colorado, I had a nostalgic time when memories of Karen flooded into my head and made me...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 26 Montana

After seeing Yellowstone National Park, I knew that I wanted to come back in warmer weather. A few of the side roads through the park that looked interesting were closed to traffic. I headed for Livingston, Montana for an overnight stop before getting on Interstate 90 and heading west to Coeur d'Alene where I had an ex-Army friend. The day had started sunny, and according to the forecast, clouds would roll into the region before a small front swooped through with a chance of light snow...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 27 Idaho

My Army buddy, Craig Olson, welcomed me to his home in Coeur d'Alene with a big hug and much backslapping. I had contacted him weeks earlier about visiting and emailed him with updates about my travel and arrival dates. I called ahead from Montana to let him know I'd be arriving around seven in the evening after riding hard all day from Montana. Craig helped me unload my motorcycle and move my things into his guest room. He had a town house in a nice area of town; later I'd learn that all...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 28 Washington Oregon

Time stopped. I watched in horror as a maroon sedan in front of me drifted onto the shoulder of the highway, suddenly and violently dug the right front tire into the soft dirt, and abruptly slewed the back end of the car around until the car was broadside to the road. I could see a blonde female inside frantically trying to regain control over the careening vehicle, but I knew it was too late. At seventy-five or eighty miles per hour, the car started to roll over onto the passenger side, and...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 29 Arizona

I took five days to travel from Liz's home outside Portland to Sedona, Arizona. The weather cooperated and I camped out two of those nights without terribly cold temperatures. When I'd left New Mexico, I'd promised Tama I'd meet her in Sedona. She'd explained to me about the vortices of Sedona, and how they imbue people with unusual strength, guidance, and protection – qualities I'd need for the rest of my life. Tama also had shamanic skills that she promised to unleash on me in Sedona,...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 30 Nevada

Crystal and I lingered over dinner just so we could roll into Las Vegas after dark. We went up and down Las Vegas Boulevard, a.k.a. 'The Strip, ' about a dozen times before Crystal announced she was satisfied for the evening. On our first couple of passes on the motorcycle, Crystal would give me an excited squeeze and point when she saw a casino or hotel she recognized from some movie, poster, or TV show. She also started to wave to everyone to see whether she could get them to wave back;...

Road Trip Jim Mellon s Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 31 California

Karen's nude body knelt over mine, my erection only inches from her cunt and eager to sink deep into her body if only she'd lower her pussy onto my shaft. She dragged her excited tits across my chest and told me salacious things to arouse me to new sexual heights. "Can you imagine what it would be like to have Lauren with us. Imagine what we could do to her. Maybe she'd kneel in front of you, and you could plow into her hot pussy from behind as she ate your cum from my pussy. You'd be...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 45

Four days later, Lauren was fit enough to bathe and feed herself. She could walk around the house unaided, but always made sure she was within striking distance of something to hold onto if she became dizzy. She ventured out onto the remains of the patio, peering down into the rounded hole that had been the pool. The familiar heat remained, but the soothing waters had vanished. She sat in her shorts and T-Shirt on the lounger and surveyed her bruised limbs and the scene of damage. Without...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 46

She looked up to see where they had been. The door towered above them, seemingly an impossible height from the ground. She was amazed how a single gunshot could bring out Olympic qualities in people. Aches penetrated her thoughts, especially in her lower back and Emma moved stiffly ahead into the dense growth. "Wait, don't go too far. Grab the case and let's make sure we're out of sight" she whispered. Turning back to Jamie, she nodded at him, pulling him roughly away from the tracks,...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 47

Lauren woke to find herself being shaken by the woman while Emma and Jamie looked down at her. "Wakey wakey, we're here. Follow me and I'll find out which rooms you three can have." She disappeared round the side of the truck, Jamie closely behind. Lauren swung off the back and landed hard on the ground, her limbs tight and aching. "Ow, shit!" she moaned. Looking up to find a target for her wrath, she discovered she was in the grounds of a wonderfully old house. Huge, grey flag stones...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 48

Lauren exhaled, signaling acceptance of the invitation. Maria snuggled deeper against her chest, her cheek rubbing against Lauren's nipple. As if on cue, they both drained their glasses and placed them near the ladder. She caressed the side of Maria's head, feeling the long, straight hair between her fingers, playing with it, twirling it around and noting the smoothness of each strand. She felt fingers traversing her stomach, moving from her thigh, over her hip and up towards her breasts,...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 49

Lauren side-stepped a difficult conversation with Emma with white lies and an unusually creative mind. She had been sitting cross- legged on her bed, wearing only her regulation shirt when Emma walked in, sat on the opposite bed and stared at her. "What'cha doin?" "Mending my knickers. My only pair of goddamn knickers" "What happened?" "I caught them in the door catch. Stupid, eh?" Actually, brilliant. Perhaps next time, though, she should prepare an excuse in advance. "Hmm. I...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 50

Emma grew worse by the hour. She excused herself at about five o'clock, making for the warmth of their bedroom. Lauren looked in on her every couple of hours, noting that she slept continually, hardly moving from one visit to the next. Jamie went to bed at about eleven o'clock, leaving Lauren and Maria down in the lounge, chatting. Lauren was amused at how he had changed that day. Instead of being shy and awkward around both herself and Maria, he was confident, almost cocky, and Lauren felt...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 51

"Lauren" Silence. "Lauren" echoed again, shaking. She opened her eyes, the morning light streaming through the window, dazzling her, silhouetting Maria. "Hey, wake up, here's coffee!" Lauren rolled onto her side, slowly recalling their love making the previous night. Her senses told her she was still naked, a distinctly unhealthy stickiness between her legs. "Oh, thanks. What time is it?" asked Lauren, avoiding her eyes. "About ten. Jamie's up already. Emma looks a lot better....

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 52

During the morning, Lauren spent her time either avoiding Maria or looking at her watch, counting the minutes before four o'clock. Maria had carefully laid out some juvenile clothing for the girls - pale yellow floral print dresses with large white buttons down the front. Lauren held hers against her body and grimaced. Five years ago she could have worn it in mid-summer, but her tastes had moved on. But her dismay was tempered by the fact that Maria had delivered thin, almost see-though...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 53

"Very good, you two." said Maria, "that was great, well done. Have a rest and watch the next part of the show." She rose, revealing she wore knickers and the white bra. Lauren, in an attempt to be invisible, glanced back at the two youngsters, now cuddled up again together on the chair. She knew where Maria had gone, certain that she would return with the young girl who was meant to be in her protection. Lauren mentally shrugged. The girl wasn't a virgin and was more sexually active...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 54

"I hear you're a disobedient girl!" bellowed the General, leaning forward to address her directly. "There's no room for disobedience in my outfit, you know." The chatter in the room died away. Lauren heard her heart pounding against the floor, the squelch of her pussy as Maria let go of her foot. She curled into a ball, exposing the tight cum-speckled slickness of her pussy to him. Trembling slightly, she coughed, catching her breath in between great gasps for air. "I think she needs...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 55

Lauren had no recollection of leaving the lounge, of being cut from the chair and taken to her bedroom with the ropes still tight around her wrists. She vaguely knew that Emma had bathed her while she lay on her stomach on the bed, dousing the raging heat in her buttocks and thighs with so many cold flannels that the bed was decidedly wet. Fortunately, Lauren was unable to see the blood that Emma squeezed out of the flannel with every trip to the bathroom. Lauren cried relentlessly, sobbing...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 56

There was relief and delight not just at finally opening the two huge front doors of the house, but with the fact that everything appeared to have been left undisturbed. In their month away, Jamie found that the lounge windows had been boarded up and the woodwork surround had been replaced and painted, probably in preparation for new glass. "Looks like the landlord has been and done a few repairs." he announced passing through the kitchen. While Julie, Juan and Peter slowly followed them...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 57

Back on the patio, Julie was almost suitably clothed. The thought was there, but Emma's spare bikini was meant for a girl of thirteen, not seventeen. The small patches of cloth barely covered her nipples, and the bikini bottom cut wickedly into her thighs, molding itself to her athletic build. Lauren slumped down onto the lounger, leaning back as she sipped the ice cold wine. She watched Jamie plying back and forth, turning effortlessly, length after length. Julie watched him with great...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 58

"She's beautiful. They both are" said Peter. Lauren kissed his chest, signaling the end of their voyeuristic interlude. They entered her room noisily, the door swinging back against the wall. The wine made it to her bedside table, just as they both fell onto the silk bedspread. She tugged her bikini top off and flipped it dramatically onto the carpet, allowing Peter once again to drink in the pure wonder of her figure. He knelt on the bed, leaning to kiss her, pushing her down against the...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 59

"Is everyone allright?" asked Jamie, a look concern moving through surprise into lust. "We heard noises." "It was us. We've been playing games. Talking about the weather." said Lauren. "Oh right. Much easier with your clothes off, eh?" They ventured into the room. "Well, what about you two? Reading a novel?" "Yes!" said Julie, laughing. She too seemed to have had too much wine as well, and mixed with the sun and Jamie's wandering hands, was in a giggly mood. She sat on the...

Harry Comes To AmericaChapter 1

Harry Potter opened the front door to number four, Privit Drive and stepped inside. For the first time that he could remember, Harry Potter actually felt happy in the home of his Aunt and Uncle. That was mainly because his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and their son, Dudley weren't at home. His aunt and uncle had gone out to have dinner with Uncle Vernon's employer. Right about now, Harry thought, his uncle was busy seeing how far he could stick his nose up his bosses ass. His cousin, the...

Harry Comes To AmericaChapter 3

Harry and Ron made their way back to the train. Harry had quidditch practice scheduled for the afternoon. He was about to leave when Hermione came into the compartment. She was carrying an ibbum in both hands as if it might shatter at the slightest bump. "You'll never guess what this is," she announced breathlessly. "It's an ibbum," Ron said casually. Hermione looked disappointed for about a second, but then she said eagerly, "Yes, isn't it wonderful?" "Hermione, only you would...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 6

They chatted a little more during the flight, but another meal came, then immigration and customs declaration cards, until they started their descent into the airport. Lauren heard the now familiar sound of the landing gear and tugged her seat belt tightly around her waist. The lights below grew brighter and closer as she saw individual houses with people in the streets and the occasional car chugging along dusty tracks. Then they were out over the sea, turning lazily over a harbour, and...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 7

Lauren woke with a start. The room eventually registered in her mind and she turned to look at the glowing radio alarm clock. It said 04:12. She tried to work out what that really meant in Swiss time and struggled to arrive at something close to noon. A reasonable hour to wake up. Her mouth was dry and she was pleased as she realised that she wouldn't have to debate whether to stay in bed and die of thirst or get up and die of cold. The room was warm and she pushed back the covers to leave...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 8

Lauren lazed in the bath for almost an hour, adding hot water whenever she felt it had cooled too much. She loved the thought of adding hot water without the tank running out, or having to turn the boiler on specially to have a bath. Moreover, the thought of having her own bathroom was marvelous. She could keep all her stuff where she could see it, maybe buy some local products and try them out if there were such things. She swished the water over her shoulders and looked down at the droplets...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 9

Autumnal winds and rain began to intrude upon the blazing heat of the sun, providing a number of spectacular thunderstorms during Lauren's first week in San Falino. Boquette appeared to at least have its fair share as the clear morning sky gave way to huge grey clouds, followed by rain that fell so suddenly that Lauren and Emma had to scurry indoors like frightened cats. She dried herself in her room and got out of the wet jeans that she had worn, hanging them over the bath to dry. For a...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 10

Four days later, Jamie returned and the girls went to the station to collect him. The train was a respectable thirty-five minutes late, and he was clearly tired from the short but arduous journey. Lauren introduced herself and was delighted that Emma beamed at Jamie all the way back to the house. He was almost the same height as Lauren, not muscular but certainly no wimp. He also had blonde hair, darker than Emma's, cut conservatively like his father's. Lauren guessed that he had yet to...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 11

The replacement of the police force in the north had been a bad move. The Nationalists had interpreted it as an undercover method of replacing the locally elected authority with soldiers who would do the government's dirty work. Students in the university towns of the north went on strike, and found some sympathy with those in the capital. Their demands escalated from the reinstatement of the police to better pay for state employees, a shorter working week and a minimum wage. The television...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 12

The following day, Lauren got up early. There was no particular reason why she had to do so, but it seemed that the day was going to be wonderful, and she wanted to let everyone know that she was happy to be alive. The girls shopped in the morning, driving into Boquette to be ready for when the supermarket opened at ten thirty. Elizabeth had called the previous night and told her about the situation in the north. The news stories on the television had made things seem worse than they were,...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 13

Lauren let all the information sink in and floated to her room. She couldn't remember what he looked like, except that he needed a wash. She wondered what she would wear for tomorrow's lunch. Searching through her cupboards made her miserable - she had either T-shirts and her bikini, or jeans and sweaters. Nothing much in between. She thought for a moment and decided that she might drag Emma down to the clothes shop again and buy a couple of things. She glanced across the corridor into...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 14

Felix did indeed call the following morning. Lauren had forgotten and must have sounded particularly dense when she answered the phone. They exchanged pleasantries before she invited him for twelve thirty. He reminded her that he knew the place and would be on time. And, yes, he did eat everything. Emma was more excited than Lauren, fussing around the house looking for a tablecloth for the kitchen and serviettes that were hidden deep in the spare room. It was only later, just before lunch,...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 15

Lauren realised two things when she woke the following morning. Firstly that Emma hadn't had her medicine the night before and that she had made love to her brother while using the ointment inside her. Neither of the thoughts cheered her up, but she determined that after Elizabeth and Gustav departed she would make sure that Emma had another dose of the slimy stuff to get her back on the road to recovery. She swung out of bed and showered in her bathroom. It was before eight o'clock, which...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 16

"Oh thanks, I owe you one!" said Emma, smiling at Cressida. "Can I call a cab from here?" "Why the secrecy?" asked Cressida. "It's a surprise for our au pair!" The girls looked up the number for the local cab company and demanded service right away. After a delay of only thirty minutes, Emma stepped into a battered green and white vehicle that, according to a small plastic sign on the roof, was a taxi. It spluttered away to her destination. "Nice taxi, yes?" asked the driver as...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 17

Twenty minutes later, Emma lay naked once again on the bed, with Juan next to her. She looked down to see his cock bulging as it bobbed up and down as though waving to her. He put her arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to him. The feeling of nearness to him excited her, the feeling of his hard cock pressed against her stomach new and flattering. Again she reveled in the new found sensations that her young body continually experienced that afternoon. "Hey, hold on you two. Let me...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 19

Lauren kissed her lips lightly, tasting the suntan lotion on her tongue as she explored further, teasing her ears and neck and down quickly to her breasts. Nikki parted her legs and Lauren accepted the invitation to trail her tongue down her body, along her thigh and back round inside up to her vagina. Nikki grabbed her head and pushed her hard against her pussy, her actions rough and demanding as she bent her knees and Lauren knelt by her side. Lauren hadn't really thought about how she...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 20

Turning the bath taps on, Lauren stripped, once again so pleased to be able to wander from her bedroom into the lounge and bathroom quite naked. At home she used to wear so many layers! The bath filled slowly as she stretched out on the sofa, her feet on the floor as her head rested on the arm so she could see the television. She rested her hands between her parted legs, pleased with the ready moisture that she found. Bringing her fingers to her nose, she reveled in the sweet scent of herself...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 21

With the exception of regular phone calls, Elizabeth and Gustav left Lauren alone to run the house for days on end. As the days passed the troubles in the north grew and spread, the relationship souring between the government and the populace and every new day heralding further sources of discontent. The electricity supply failed for an hour on the day before the election, causing the children to abandon the house for the cooler patio. Two days before the election - and to Lauren's surprise...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 22

Nikki's visit brought home to Lauren not only the strength of their friendship but also the value of Nikki's advice. She had been correct about many things in their teen years - especially the character of Lauren's few boyfriends - so that she regarded her as level headed in times of crisis. As a result, two decisions were simple to make. Firstly, that she should try and convince Emma that their night of love-making was a one-time occurrence that resulted from her fear of storms, and...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 23

Election Day, and the country appeared to sleep late then vote often. The roads were almost empty, the cleaners deciding that they would take the day off and celebrate their thrill of a lifetime to register their vote. The television was surprisingly subdued, as though some governing body had imposed a blackout on all but the barest of facts. Although Lauren made a point of trying to catch the news at noon and again at five that day, there was nothing to be learned. Nikki's two week stay...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 24

Two days later, Lauren swung the car into the long term parking space, the effort registering on the muscles in her arms which still ached from carrying the suitcases to the car and her swimming the day before. Their flight was at four thirty that afternoon, and they had arrived with several hours to spare. She made sure she had locked the car and (to her own surprise) wrote down the number of the space for her return. The coach whisked them (at a leisurely San Falino pace) to the...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 25

Emma filled her bath, throwing two sachets of crystals in for good measure, shouting to Lauren that it was ready as she bent over the rim of the bath, whirling the water around with her hand. Lauren slipped into the room silently, taking hold of her hips and pulling her against her thighs. Emma stood and leaned back against her, swaying slightly. Lauren found the cord of the robe and undid the knot, pulling apart the sides and squeezing her small breasts in her hands. She kissed her ear as...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 26

They sauntered up to the long dimly lit oak bar and climbed onto two stools, looking around all the time while trying to remain sophisticated. The barman glanced at Lauren and took a long look at Emma. "Two cokes, please!" said Lauren. The barman served them within seconds, bringing a little bowl of nuts and crackers with their drinks as he smiled at them both. Lauren asked for the dinner menu and they studied it, trying to determine from the French and Spanish descriptions exactly what...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 27

They scrambled across the room, Lauren locking her eyes on Stefan's red raw cock that jutted out in front of him. She felt good, happy to be naked and ready to have sex with any one of the three others, not caring who was watching. Emma's little buttocks hardly moved as she skipped to the sofa, spilling her wine over her legs. Lauren realised that they had all had a little to much to drink, vowing that maybe tomorrow they would just have coke as they wandered around Caracas. "No, no!"...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 28

As evening fell, the girls made their way cautiously out of the hotel lobby, turning left towards the center of town once again. Neon lights blazed in the distance as shops closed up for the night and the club life began in earnest. Music spilled from roadside bars and cafes as they threaded their way through the narrow, noisy backstreets. "Hey!" whispered Emma, "Do you think it's, you know, safe down here?" She looked around as though expecting to be mugged at any moment. Lauren...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 29

"What about your story?" prompted Lauren. "Well, she's you know, put her hand down here..." He motioned down between his legs. "And held your willy?" asked Lauren. "Well, only through my jeans." Emma sat up, one leg flat on the sofa and the other at ninety degrees, affording an unrestricted view of her little knickers. Lauren realised that she sat like that perfectly innocently, unaware that she was arousing him with a display of provocation greater than anything he had seen in...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 30

Lauren woke just after eight o'clock, alone and rested. She stretched lazily over to the light by her bed and flicked the switch. She looked at the mess of clothing on the floor. A few months ago she might have groaned inwardly as she recollected their activities but that morning a smile spread across her lips as she replayed the action and sensed again the sensuous and outrageous loving they had enjoyed. Her skirt and bra lay by the door, unceremoniously tossed away in the heat of the...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 31

They caught their one o'clock plane and arrived home as darkness fell just after six thirty on Sunday evening. Elizabeth was home, watching television with Jamie as they dragged their suitcases into the house. The evening news was grim, and as they listened Lauren realised that they were lucky to have any electricity. The gloss on her assignment in San Falino was fading fast; the uncollected sacks of rubbish she had seen in San Serra now making sense along with the darkened villages they had...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 32

Choosing what to wear proved to be the most difficult task for Lauren on Saturday morning. She wanted to wear something that would encourage Felix as they had a stroll through the local hills, but nothing that would shout 'take me now'. She knew that attack from mosquitoes was also a possibility so long sleeves were best. Jeans and her father's shirt won, with a full bra that would emphasise her shape under the loose fitting shirt. She showered and washed her hair before dressing and...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 33

Three days later, Lauren gladly succumbed to Felix's daily phone calls and agreed to cook dinner for him at the house. She was still unsure what he did for a living although he was knowledgeable in commodities and sugar in particular. But he always seemed to have time for her, a flattering feeling that was uplifting and caused her to grin to herself during her little daydreams. His company did much in her mind as well to balance the wrong she felt when she thought of her experiences with...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 34

The heat persisted throughout that week, making Lauren irritable and short tempered. She lacked sleep and if she had not been able to snooze during the day she would have been a wreck. Felix called on Friday afternoon just after lunch to say that he would have to work late that night, but would be able to take her out on Saturday afternoon. She agreed, looking forward to his company and a break from the boredom of the household routine. After the usual salad for tea, she lolled on the sofa...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 35

Gustav called the next morning, suprising Lauren since it was usually Elizabeth's job to deal with household matters. He stated, in a very business-like manner, that Lauren had been given control of settling all bills, household accounts, credit cards and would be contacted by their bank in the next few days for specimens of her signature. He had also written to her to outline what they thought were the best routes out of the country if trouble struck. Twice he launched into a speech of how...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 36

Lauren had barely stuffed the plates and cutlery from the evening meal into the dishwasher when the patio door squeaked open. Lauren glanced at the clock in the kitchen, wondering if one of the staff had returned for something. Emma skipped off to answer it, and Lauren was surprised to hear her high-pitched delight and the voice of Felix. As she washed her hand she smiled, hoping that he would perhaps stay for a while. "Hey, what's cookin'?" he asked, sauntering into the kitchen,...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 37

The following morning was busy for Lauren in comparison to others. She got up just before 8 o'clock, slipped naked from her bed and showered. She moved the growing pile of clothes from the doorway of the bathroom and added them to the two pairs of knickers she had discovered that previous night. Lauren ran her hand over the sofa, brining it to her nose to check whether any evidence remained of their activities. To her disappointment, there was none. A quick rummage through her clothes...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 38

Emma squirmed. Lauren let go as she disappeared beneath the surface. Lauren watched her gracefully stroking under water, heading for the shallow end. They stepped out of the pool, Lauren following Emma across to the loungers by the patio door. The little girl's buttocks twitched as she tip-toed on the hot flagstones, and Lauren had a hard job restraining her hands as Emma bent forward to move the seat into the sun, her pussy hairless, perfect, clean and inviting. Lauren lay down, feeling the...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 39

The world was quiet as Lauren woke, surveying the darkened room before slipping quietly out of bed. Naked, she sat on the toilet in her bathroom and wondered what she would do that day. Too many of her days took the same form: Breakfast, swim, shower, get dressed. Take Emma, maybe Jamie down to Boquette, buy something they don't really need. Maybe visit the supermarket. Maybe have lunch in the square. Back home for a snooze, swim, tea, watch the news. Lauren found her bikini bottoms, pulled...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 40

She felt the blunt end of the vibrator running over the material of her bikini following the lips of her pussy. She still thought it was about the size of him but there was no elasticity at all. Her fear returned as he shuffled around between her legs, pulled the bikini bottom down her legs slightly and then pulled the material to one side. He placed the great tool at the entrance to her pussy before pushing slowly. It entered her with some difficulty, its width pushing her lips apart as it...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 41

Less than forty-eight hours later, the whole country seemed to disintegrate. The government's regional commander in the north had rounded up a small number of reactionaries, and had intended, so the official line went, to bring them to trial. The suspects had been shackled and loaded into a truck for transportation south, and eventual questioning. News reports suggested that the truck had encountered problems on the journey, losing braking power as it descended into a valley. The driver and...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 42

By about four o'clock that afternoon, Lauren was exhausted. She shuffled off the side of the road and flopped down in the dirt. Jamie and Emma followed, glad to sit for a moment. Beads of sweat clung to their faces, ready to trace their features, clean paths through the dust and grime. Lauren hated the feeling of dirt, the heat compounding her distaste and causing her to wonder if staying in San Falino would have been the right decision. Switzerland would never have had such an exodus of...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 43

"Euro-bitch!" hissed a soldier, tweaking her nipples. She writhed on the stool, her neck now painful and the pressure of the blood in her head frightening. Hands explored, invading private territory. Rough hands, greasy with labour, unrefined. "Leave me alone you bastards!" she moaned, eyes still closed. She opened her mouth to shout but froze. The cold, clinical edge of steel on her cheek sent shivers through her teenage body, disrupting her breathing and causing her heart to beat...

Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 44

Lauren knew that her right arm wouldn't move even though she issued all the right commands. She had more luck with the other. The carpet was there, warm, silent, pushing against her knotted stomach. Her heart beat furiously and further inventory revealed a headache of mammoth proportions. She turned her head slowly, her neck screaming abuse as her nose rubbed into the carpet. Skin. Smoke. She coughed painfully, the sound inside registering but traveling nowhere. Her heart leapt, adrenaline...

Inga Comes to AmericaChapter 1

It was her idea. Well, no, that's not fair. It was an idea that we came up with when we were chatting on line and I suppose that we developed it together. Our correspondence began when Inga sent me an email after reading one of my stories on the internet. She had been very aroused by the story and she sent me an email to tell me how much she enjoyed it. Her email included a picture of herself. She was very attractive. It was a modest picture of her in a little black dress. She was not in...

Inga Comes to AmericaChapter 2

I let her sleep late in the morning and she didn't wake up until almost nine. I was up at a little after six. I went down and made coffee and read the Sunday paper and waited until I heard her get up and use the bathroom. When I heard movement upstairs I went up and we took another shower together. I ordered her to dress in her nicest dress and I helped her pick out a nice set of underwear. She almost seemed disappointed that I was dressing her so conservatively. I had plans for her though...

Inga Comes to AmericaChapter 4

The next morning we took a shower together and I dressed her in a t-shirt dress and took her out to breakfast. In case you are wondering, I'm actually a very good cook. Unfortunately I am also lazy. I much prefer to have someone else cook my meals and clean up the kitchen. When my wife is home I do the cooking and she cleans up the kitchen. She can't even boil water without burning it. Friends have tried to convince me that she is just trying to get over on me. Trust me. I've eaten her...

Inga Comes to AmericaChapter 5

I helped her into the car and fastened her safety belt. Then I went around and got in on the driver's side. Before I started the car I reached over and pulled her top up, exposing her beautiful tits. I opened the garage door and headed back to the club where she had been photographed and gangbanged last night. I parked in front this time and after pulling her crop top back into place I led Inga to the door. It was locked and there was a big closed sign on the door. I had to knock and wait...

Inga Comes to AmericaChapter 6

I drove to a decrepit building outside of town. The parking lot was about half full of Harleys. This was where I had gotten two of my tattoos and I knew the guy that ran the place. I got out of the car and grabbed the bag that I had put my camera and the tripod in and we went inside. There were a few bikers sitting around in the waiting room. They looked up and when they saw Inga they got interested. I knew a couple of them and I nodded as I walked over to the counter with Inga following...

Inga Comes to AmericaChapter 7

By Monday the tattoos were coming along surprisingly well. They had not been very large or elaborate but I had expected them to bother her for the rest of her time here. But when we headed out for brunch on the deck of that restaurant across the river that I had first taken her to she was walking as if her feet were fully healed. We had lunch out on the deck. The waiter remembered Inga and her eye catching way of dressing so the service was excellent again. After we ate we were sitting out...

Inga Comes to AmericaChapter 8

The next morning we relaxed and had coffee and waited to see if Smitty would call and invite us to Al's club. He did call but said that he had been unable to set anything up before the time he had agreed upon to release Tammy at the airport and allow her to continue on to Orlando. Since there was not going to be another lesbian sex show I made Inga put on a tiny skirt and revealing top and we went out on the bike to see what kind of fun we could find. I rode out of town to a biker bar that...

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