Vanessa Goes For A Ride
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Posted:Dec 6, 2012 3:27 am
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Vanessa stood up behind me, reached around me, and started squeezing my tits. I lowered one of my arms back behind me until my fingers began running themselves through her hair. I pulled her face down to my neck and clavicle. She took the hint, sucking, nibbling, and kissing me on my neck area. Slowly she turned, standing at my side, turning me to face her. Our mouths touched, our tongues entwined one another. She began sucking the air out of me, making me loose my breath. As I broke our kiss Vanessa lifted her leg closest to the guys, wrapping it around my hip. We almost lost our balance and falling, but she held me tight. This would prove to be impossible for us.
She lowered her leg, telling me in loudly, “I want to ride you like a wild mustang.” Then she took my hands, lowering me down to the floor. “We won't be needing this anymore.” She exclaimed, as she pressed the lock button on my prosthetic leg and pulled it off. Then we rolled, the liner off, exposing my bare half leg.
“Fuck me first, please.” I pleaded with her. “There's a strap-on in the drawer of the end table, next to the couch.” As she slowly crawled over to retrieve the woman-cock, and put it on, I entertained myself by jacking off some. At first, I curled my pinkie and ring fingers with my other two out straight. Softly, I rubbed them up and down the back of my cock, tracing them around the base of the head. I like that a lot, I teased myself a minute doing that, then I surrounded my 5 ½ inch dick with my fingers. Up and down, up and down, my hand massaging my little dick. With my other hand, I caressed my hot wet pussy. It's one of the advantages of being the way I am. “Hurry” I called out to Vanessa.
She finished adjusting the flesh colored leather panties to fit her, and crawled back to me like a hungry cat stalking it's pray.
“I'll fuck you, bitch. I'll fuck you so hard your,...” Then she turned her head looking at the helpless , tied-up men. “I'm going to fuck you so hard they're going to cum without being touched. By then she was spreading my legs. Well, I mean, my leg and a half. She reached down running her fingers along my pussy lips, getting her fingers wet. Holding them up to her mouth she sucked on them, slowly pulling them from between her hot lips licking them after they cleared her lips. Spitting some saliva on them, she lubed her latex cock, in a jerking off motion.
The boys began to make grunts and moans, trying to express their approval. Vanessa pointed the head at my clit, and began passing it back and forth across it. I humped up attempting to get the head to penetrate me, but to no avail. Then she got this aggressive look on her face, especially her eyes. Suddenly she shoved the cock into me as deeply as she could. Pumping and pumping like she was a mad man who hadn't had sex for months. She fucked me like a wild animal. There was no tenderness, no caring, no emotion, just raw pounding. Not that I'm complaining, I liked it, A LOT.
I was already worked up, and this whipped me, and her into a frenzy. It only took my body a couple of minute to cecum to the sheer pleasure of being forcefully fucked. I could feel my muscles beginning to tighten, I was getting ready to cum. My body started humping up on it's own to meet hers. Not easy for me to do, but I was doing it. I thought I was going to rip out pieces of my carpet, the way my fingers were digging into it. I began screaming with each stroke. Cumming was way past inevitable. It was almost like a count down. Six, five, four, three, two, one.....oops three, two, one, jackpot. A blood curtailing scream rose from my mouth, as my body began wave after wave of a hard, incredible Orgasm. The involuntary convulsions finally slowed.
While I was in Nirvana, Vanessa was stroking on her cock, sort of. You see, it's a double headed strap-on. Every time she pushed it into me, the other end pushed into her. She was super hot, so I turned over, getting on all fours, like the bitch I am. I spread my knees, and said,”Make me your bitch.” She did. Within seconds Vanessa was fucking me like a leopard in heat. Her finger nails dug into my back, scratching the shit out of me. But I didn't care. She sped up and didn't even stop when she had another Orgasm. It only slowed her down. I don't believe she could have stopped. She didn't stop until I came again. This time, not as hard, or strong. When she was done animal fucking me, she rolled me over. As she knelt there, she undid the straps on the strap-on, drew it out of her pussy, removing it, then throwing it aside.
“It's time for you to be my ride, slut.” Vanessa yelled, as she closed my legs and climbed atop me, with my cock in her hand. Without hesitation my cock was sinking into her, as the weight of her entire body dropped on me. “Now start bucking, try to get me off your prick.” She reached for my tits and squeezed, hard, like they were the mane of a wild . “Buck I told you.”she ordered me a second time.
I began bucking as best I could. My good leg has gotten very strong, so it wasn't difficult. Awkward, but not difficult. I was trying my damnedest to get her off me, but the more I did, the more she enjoyed it. Vanessa bounced up and down riding me. The guys were moving their butts up and down in sync with Vanessa, and me. I guessed they were trying to fuck her vicariously through me.
We bucked and fucked for about 5 or 6 minutes, when she let go of my tits, swung both her arms straight out to her sides like she was nailed to a cross. Her fingers spread out, her head tilted back, her legs closed, gripping my hips tightly on the down stroke. Vanessa screamed louder then I did, as she fell off me, going into a seizure of pure lust. Eventually she regained control of her arms and legs.
“Holy crap, I've NEVER done anything like that before.” She confessed to me. Leaning over to me, she whispered in my ear.”What do you want to do with the guys now?”
“Follow my lead” I told her. I made my way over to the couch, climbing up and sitting down. Vanessa sat beside me. “You two have any complaints, problems, or concerns, about what you've just seen?” I inquired of them. “Nod or shake your heads yes or no.” Bother their heads shook side to side in a resounding NO. “We're both clean and healthy, and I know you are too. Would you like to fuck us tonight? Or do you want to go home?” I looked at Travis. He was making a noise that sounded like the word fuck, while Craig nodded his head so hard, I thought it was going to fall off. I looked at Vanessa,”You want some more sex?” I asked her. “Then go take their mouth balls off.” She stood walked over and removed the gags from their mouths. “Now, what were you saying?”I asked the boys.
They both spoke at once, and said the same thing. “We want to stay. Now please untie us.”
“One more thing.” I interrupted. “You have to keep my secret, not many people know. It's on a need to know basis. Can you two keep a secret?” They both promised not to tell a soul. I motioned to Vanessa to untie them, while I put my leg back on. Travis came over to me as soon as he could, helped me re-lock my leg, requested we retire to my bedroom, if I wanted. Good boy, I thought, with a snicker. “Vanessa, guest room upstairs, see you in the morning. Feel free, you know where everything is. Nite nite.” I lead Travis to my bedroom. I didn't see Vanessa until nearly three o'clock PM. Craig came down about 12:30 PM to get two glasses and some orange juice. Travis learned how to suck cock last night, and likes being fucked. Who knew. Vanessa is over her drought. Craig still isn't sure what to think.
Me, I couldn't help thinking about how great a memoir this is going to be, to share with my Adult Dating zone friends.
Thanx for reading Serina T.
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busy busy busy
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Posted:Dec 3, 2012 4:05 am
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I'm sorry, for the delay. I've had a very busy week, and didn't have time to finish my reunion. I will be posting it within the next few days.
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This Is Different
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Posted:Nov 22, 2012 3:19 am
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This Is Different
During our drive home, Vanessa and I discussed our options for the night. Then I had what I thought was a great inspiration. How about we..... She loved the plan and told me I was Devious, she liked that about me. I broke the news to her about how I was born with both a pussy and a cock. I explained the history, and some details. She took the news well, and was looking forward to seeing and touching it. She'd Never done anything even close to this, ever, and was excited to try it.
Like I said, we pulled up in front of my home, with the guys close behind. We settled down in the living room, had another beer as we talked, then I invited her to come to the kitchen with me. I left her in the kitchen, going into the basement to retrieve the necessary items to accomplish our goals. We decided exactly how we'd proceed, re-entered the living room carrying two chairs, two lengths of rope, and two mouth balls. Yes mouth balls. The boys had the most confused looks on their faces, that I think I've ever seen.
Craig asked Travis,”What the hell have you gotten us into?” Travis just looked at him like a scared little boy. “This is different.” He exclaimed, preparing to ask me what was going on.
I gave him a stern stare, telling him we didn't give him permission to talk. Vanessa ordered them to shut up, and to not speak unless spoken to, and then smiled at me. She put down her chair with her toys on the seat, put her finger and thumb to her face, stroking her chin as though she was deciding whom she desired, Travis or Craig. Then she reached for Craig, telling him to do as he's told, guiding him to her chair. I grabbed Travis, instructing him to do the same. Soon the chairs were in the middle of the room, facing the couch. The men were placed in the chairs and tied down, so they couldn't release or play with themselves. Then, what I call, mouth balls, a sponge like ball the size of a golf ball, with a strap that goes around the lower part of the head, just below the ears, and secured from behind, was placed in their mouths. I can't remember the real name for them.
“There, all done.” I said smiling at Vanessa. We sat next to each other, on the couch, sipping on our beers, gazing at our handiwork. “Now you two be good boys.” I commanded. Suddenly, Vanessa got up, kneeling in front of Craig. She undid his pants, pulling them down around his ankles. “Yea” I said, repeating the same to Travis. We jerked them off for a minute, then sat back down, with our beers. She turned to me and told me she was ready to begin.
“Are you two ready? Just nod your big heads.” They both nodded eagerly, and apprehensively, at the same time.
After chugging our beers we turned toward each other, and began caressing each others faces. She slowly moved her hand down my blouse to my titty, massaging it. Leaning in for a kiss, our mouths opened slightly. Her tongue probed deep into my mouth, with the pent up passion of the months she's been holding back. She was hungry to have sex with me. Having the guys tied up and only able to watch, not touch, seemed to turn her on, immensely. Vanessa wanted to be the dominant partner again. I had no complaints, when she took my hand, placing it inside her halter top. Her nipple was more then hard, damn she had tall puffy, pingers. My nipples were stiffening up too, so was my cock. Soon her hands untucked my top, pulling it up over my head, then unhooked her top and threw it on the floor, exposing her firm well shaped boobs. As she took off her top, I unsnapped my bra, and threw it over toward her top. Vanessa glanced over toward the guys, while her hands began squeezing both my tits. She pulled me closer again, by my nipples, to kiss me again. Her mouth moved from mine her kisses tracing it's way down my neck, across my shoulder, then to my waiting aureola. She bit me, hard, got a hand full of my hair, pulling it to encourage me to bit her nipple too.
My mouth was busy, and my hand reached under her skirt, searching for her pussy. My fingers found her, very wet womanhood.
“Finger fuck my cunt” she told me. “I want all your fingers inside me, I need them, now.” She wiggled her short skirt up around her waist, spreading her legs, to give our captives a good view. I only had two fingers sliding in and out when she commanded me to use all five. So I did, she was plenty wet enough. I was still nibbling on her pingers, when she grabbed my head again, lifting it for another kiss. Then she reclined back, leaning on the arm of the couch, putting one leg up, hooking her ankle on the top of the back of the couch, with the other dangling off the front. “Lick my cunt” she ordered me, pushing my head between her legs. She was really getting into the scenario, to the point she wanted what she wanted, and was going to get what she wanted. I happily dove onto her smooth shaven pussy. She tasted better then last time. I wasn't going to stop until I made her cum. I already knew she was multiorgasmic. Tonight she's gonna be proving it. I reached up, to squeeze her boobs, when she slapped my hands. She was playing with them herself. She couldn't quite lick her own nipples, but was trying so hard to. Then she did, stretching them painfully to do so. I think she enjoyed the pain.
I could feel my panties getting wet, and expanding, due to my growing cock. My tongue seemed to have a mind of it's own as it ran up and down her lips, and across her clitoris. I loved holding the skin back away from her hard clit, exposing it even more, and flicking my tongue back and forth the length of it. Culminating with a strong suction suck, on it's tip. I became hungry for her too. I didn't ever want to stop licking. Eventually I began feeling her muscles starting to tense up. Vanessa was going to cum, right here, with the boys watching. When I came up for air, I glanced over to our bound voyeurs. They were both attempting to reach their dicks, in an effort to jack themselves off. When I went back down on her, my thumb found her pussy, one finger found her ass hole. Both poked into her at the same time. She started humping up and down, like she could make them go deeper. Vanessa began to make little moaning sounds, which got louder and louder until they were screams.
“More, yes, yes, deeper, make me Serina, make me cum.” She screamed commandingly.
Stop now, not me, she was going to cum any moment. I sped up my licking and fingering.
Vanessa pushed up with her hips high in the air, not dropping back down. Her body breaking in half was truly a concern. A moment later body went into convulsions of pleasure. Wave after wave of orgasm, like little title waves crashing across her, from head to toe. Oh, shit, she's squirting, yummy. I licked and licked and licked. Not wanting to waste a drop off her sweet, honey nectar cum. I kept licking slower and slower to ride her down. If you don't know what I mean, ask a woman.
After a few minutes I got up, walked over to Travis, wrapped my fingers around his extremely hard cock, while sticking my titties close to his restrained mouth. Vanessa staggered over to Craig beginning to emulate me. But instead of stroking him, she bent down and licked the back of his cock, from it's base, to the head. Just one long slow lick. Then she deep throated Craig. One long suck, that's all. I followed her lead this time. Taking Craig, licked then deep throated him, as I squeezed his aching balls. He was so think and long, I almost began gagging, almost. Remember, I don't have a gag reflex. Then we stood and rubbed one of our nipples against each others, kissed again.
Taking me by the hand leading me back toward the couch, she whispered to me. “Are you ready to expose your secret to them? I'd really love it if you'd fuck me, please.”
“I'm horny, and ready. You want it in your pussy, or up your ass?”
All she responded with was a resounding “YES”
“Suck me first, okay.” I whispered in return.
Vanessa sat down, as I stood in front of her, blocking our friends vision. We pulled off my slacks, then I let her slowly pull my panties off. All without the guys seeing my front. My hands were soon squeezing my tits, with her hands caressing my butt cheeks, as she had her head in my crotch. My front was still hidden from prying eyes. She was giving me one hell of a blow job, she's good. No hands, just mouth and tongue. Lots of mouth and tongue. I told her I was ready, she slipped her mouth off my hard-on, freeing me to turn around. I turned around, slowly, holding my hands, covering my surprise. Vanessa reached between my legs, beginning to slide a finger into my pussy. I jerked, as her finger found my G-spot, and opened my arms out to my sides, then above my head, locking my fingers. You could hear the restricted moans from our captive audience as we exposed my surprise. Vanessa took her finger out of me, reached up, found, and stroked my appendage. I began swaying back and forth as the guys seemed to choke on their mouth balls.
“Well, what do you think boys?”
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to all of you
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Posted:Nov 19, 2012 12:50 am
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thanx for reading my posts. The good part is coming soon. I just wanted to take the time to wish all my U.S. readers a Happy and safe Thanksgiving holiday. Eat and drink as you want. Have fun and be thankful for all the little things in life. I want all of you to have more birthdays. To those of you in Canada and the other side of the pond. Let me know what and when your holidays are, and just have fun and be safe, always. Hugs and kisses and sucks. Serina T./hotwitch2
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A Good Time Was Had
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Posted:Nov 18, 2012 4:35 am
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A Good Time Was Had
“Let me just come out and say it...Serina... I, haven't had sex with anybody but you and myself since Tom made me, you know.” Vanessa whispered, as her eyes welled up with tears, that were eager to ruin her make-up. “The only person I feel I could tell is you.”
I paused, not knowing what to say. That's when Eric came over to our table to say hi, and get introduced to my friend.
“Hi! Long time no see, who's your friend?” Eric asked, not wasting any time.
He didn't remember my name, but I know he sees thousands of women a week. They all, or at least most of the aggressive ones, make passes at this handsome hunk of a man. He looks a lot like Chris Hemsworth, The guy who THOR in the recent movies.
“Hello yourself, Eric. This is my good friend Vanessa, and I'm Serina. But I'm sure you remembered.” Vanessa reached out to shake his hand. He took her hand into his, but, instead of just shaking hands, he bowed to her, kissing the back of her hand. The surprise of his slick move, broke her mood, and her tears hid themselves from her mascara. Eric is a nice guy, kind, and a gentleman. He doesn't do it as an ice breaker, he just likes to do it, it's his trademark. His arrival gave me a few moments to process Vanessa's news.
He looked her in the eyes and said,to me. “Of course I remember your name. Who could forget you.” To her he says “ And you, Vanessa, I'll never forget.”
He then faced me, winked, giving a slight nod. He told me with those moves, and his eyes, that he knew she was sad. That was his way of, maybe, cheering her up.
“Well got to get ready for the night rush. If you lady's will forgive my departure.” He announced, turning to walk away. “Bye for now.”
Watching, as his he walked away, each of us grabbing at our beers, to take a drink. We turned to one another, rose a toast, clicking our mugs. Both of us giggled, knowing what the other was toasting to.” I wonder if he would do a three some?” I asked her. Beer went up her nose, but didn't spray out her mouth.
“Not fair", she says, whipping the beer as it dripped from her nose. After a short moment, her mood got somber again, as she resumed her confession. “I've tried to have sex, but I just can't relinquish myself to be vulnerable again. I'm afraid. I don't know what to do. Since you helped me before. Thank you again, it was such fun getting my revenge. I thought you could advise me on this too.”
I took another drink of beer, and stroked my hair, giving her dilemma some thought. Then, like an epiphany, I had an inspiration. “Why don't I call some guys I know, invite them to join us here, and if things click, well, we'll go to my house and have a little orgy.” Vanessa's jaw dropped, as her eyes opened wide, in shock. There was a long pause, then she closed her mouth, took another drink, and said.
“That's a great idea, do you think your friends will go for it?” she asked.
“Well we're not going to tell them of our plan. I'll just call them and ask them out. They know I'm not shy about doing this, so they won't have a clue. They're both safe and SD free, so at the least, we'll have a fun time here. You sure you don't mind?”
“No, no it sounds grand, please call them.” she said, pleadingly.
I took another mouthful of beer, grabbed my purse, and headed outside to call, and have a smoke. I have just enough time before diner is served. Pierogies get tough when they cool down, or get microwaved, to rewarm them. I knew just the guys to call, who wouldn't miss a chance to please me. Travis and his roommate are serious gamers and don't play the field like lots of other boys I know. I know they have good manners, and fair sexual skills. We wouldn't be disappointed if things got personal,later. I lit my cigarette, pulled out my phone, looked up Travis' number, and waited for him to answer.
I was crushed when his voice mail recording began. My plan was unraveling at the seams. Then, before I could leave a message, he answered his phone.
“Well, Serina, to what do I owe this honor?” Travis asked, sincerely. “I haven't heard from you since the open pit barn&band concert.”
“I've got a new friend with me, and we're here at Woodpeckers, and she suggested we get some guy company, and I thought of you and Craig, we're not hunting tonight. We want somebodies we can count on. You two busy tonight, besides with your games? You could use a break anyway, our treat.” I was doing my best to convince him to accept my offer. I heard him talking it over with Craig. That's good, Craig was there too. Soon he was back talking to me, telling me it would take about 45 minutes for them to get there. “Thank you, thank you thank you. You won't regret it, you or Craig. See you soon, with a big hug. I took two more hits off my cigarette, crushed it in the ashtray, on my way back inside. The waitress was just bringing out our appetizers I had forgotten about. I told her to bring us another plate, please. I gave Vanessa a big smile, with a thumbs up. She smiled back with two thumbs up.
We shared the deep fried pickles and the sloppy fries, and I told her all I knew about Travis and Craig. I even gave her her choice of guys, if she wanted. Or we could just make it a foursome, with no commitment to either guy. We were finishing our diners when Travis and Craig showed up. I made the obligatory introductions, and walked to the bar to apprehend two more beer mugs, leaving Vanessa in good hands. A good time was had by all, for the remainder of our evening at Woodpeckers. Craig was the only one who wouldn't get up and sing. Lots of laughs and fun for everyone. When it came time to go home, I excused Vanessa and I, taking her to the “non-pecker room”. That's what they call the ladies bathroom. The man's bathroom is is called the “pecker room”. Go figure.
After getting rid of our beers, while we checked our make-up, I asked Vanessa. “You want to take them to my house for awhile, or maybe the night? I wouldn't mind, but your choice of doing it, and which guy you want, or neither.” She looked at me, took my hand, squeezed it and said, yes. So we got back to the boys, asking them if they'd like to continue the fun at my house. Their eyes lite up, and I said, follow us, as I curled my index finger numerous times in a , come hither, motion. Soon we were pulling up in front of my home, with the guys right behind us.
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Our Reunion part 1
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Posted:Nov 16, 2012 2:47 am
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Preparation is Everything
I was reminiscing about the con we played on that asshole Tom, many months ago. Then out of the blue I got a call from Vanessa. Her ears must have been ringing. She wanted to know if I'd like to catch up on each others lives during diner and some Karaoke? I was surprised, to say the least, I thought she'd gotten on with her life after getting her revenge on Tom, and I wasn't in her circle of friends. She told me, she was sorry she didn't keep in touch, and she'd like to make it up to me. I said sure, and this Friday or Saturday would be good. That weekend was good for her too, so Friday it would be, 7:00, my choice of restaurant and bar, her treat. I asked if it was a date. Vanessa hesitated for a moment, and then emphatically said,Yes!
The next three days were filled with anticipation, as I looked forward to reuniting with her. It took me almost two hours to decide what to wear. I'd try on one outfit, then another, not being able to make up my mind. Finally I narrowed down to two tops, and three different colors of pants, and two pair of shoes. Then I considered the possibility, we may end up with some guys, so I had to wear some sexy, lace panties and bra. Yes there are support panties with lace, so everything doesn't show, until I want it to. My outside cloths had to match my pretties, another dilemma. Well, I finally made up my mind and settled on, leopard print bra and panties and socks. Over clothes of a leopard print, low back, with a collar neck blouse. Black pant skirt, you know the pants that are really lose below the hips. So it looks like a full length skirt. bottom with inch and a half leopard heels.
I gave my hair some waves and just let it fall. Four black plastic bracelets on my left wrist, completed my fashion statement. My eyes, I shaded light green toward the center, getting darker as it reached the outside of my lids. My mascara, dark brown, with a slight curve upwards at the outside, giving me eyes like a cross between Cleopatra and a leopard(catty huh). I put on a set of nails, and painted them black. My lips covered in hot cinnamon red, that tasted like red hot cinnamon candy. I was ready to go out on my hunt for fresh meat. Or, maybe I wanted to dress up for Vanessa.
I was ready by 6:30, except for loading my small cloth purse made with jungle animals print material. I mixed myself a drink, while waiting for my “date”. My door bell chimed at 6:50. I grabbed my cane made my way to the door, invited Vanessa into my house, asking her if she needed to freshen up before we embark on our outing. She looked awesome, a new hairstyle framed her face making her appear like a 1940's woman of mystery. She leaned into me, kissing me on the cheek. I kissed her back. Off came her coat revealing her choice of hunting outfit, for tonight.
Spinning around as she passed by, she asked,”Will this be okay?” Not waiting for an answer she swaggered toward the 1st floor bathroom.
Was it okay, oh yeah. A red leather halter top, black lased in the front, w/ no bra, matching purse, a black leather almost mini-skirt w/ red lacing up the side, black stockings w/ a seam up the back of her legs. Red high heels, red lips, w/ dark eyes, and black nails. I loved it. I was already getting horny. I could tell because I stopped breathing for a long moment, as my nipples firmed. I picked my drink up and began taking a drink before I realized I should breath again.
Before long Vanessa reappeared, stretched her arms above her head, deepening her cleavage, and asked me,”You approve?”She spun around again, and I stopped breathing, again. I wanted to untie her laces right then and there. Fuck, I'll have her for diner. I could tell this was going to be a night to remember, and one to include in my memoirs. It was all I could do to keep my hands off her. “Later, not now”, I convinced myself, before I attacked her.
“Where to?” she inquired, putting on her coat, heading for the door. I plucked my jacket from the coat hooks, apprehended my cane, and hurried out the door as quickly as I could manage. No wheelchair for me tonight. I was getting around fairly well with a cane. Just had to take it slow.
“Out to Penn Hills, I know just the place, Woodpeckers!”
WoodpeckersPubnGrub, is a great little place out near Penn State University. If you're in the Pittsburgh area, it's on 7th st road, near campus. Wonderful, friendly service, fantastic food, with Karaoke on Fridays, and bands or a DJ on Saturdays. From my house it took us 25 minutes on a Friday night. Up route 28 was the best way for us to go.
We jumped into her car, driving to our destiny. Twenty five minutes later we pulled into the Woodpecker parking lot. The ramp into the pub was easier to walk then my ramp, at home. Seating was at our discretion, 'cause it wasn't busy yet. Wait 'til 10:00, I thought, that's when this place turns into more of a club then an eating establishment.
“Beer tonight, okay?” I asked Vanessa, as I shed my jacket.
“Sure, it's liable to be a long night, and I don't want to miss it.” Vanessa replied, slipping out of her coat.
The waitress brought our menu's right away. Before she could ask I told her, “A pitcher of Rolling Rock.” Rolling Rock was a local regional beer for many years, like Coors. “Take a look at the menu if you want, I know what I'm gittin'” I gave Vanessa some time, and made a few suggestions. Our beer was delivered to us, as we were ready to order. “I want Spicy fried pickles for now, and a large order of Pierogies for my main.”
“I can't decide, pick something you think I'll like.” she pleaded with me.
“You sure?” I questioned. She nodded yes, so I did. “She'll have the sloppy fries, a deep fried sampler platter now, with a deep fried ravioli main.”
“I love deep fried anything, good choice. We can share too. What exactly are Sloppy Fries?”
“Sloppy fries are fries, of course, only these are smothered with gravy and shredded mozzarella cheese.” I said.
“I think I'll die happy eating like this. I'll have to not eat for a week.” She chuckled. “Serina, I need your advice about something.” Her words quaked as they passed her lips. Her face got real serious as she reached for, and squeezed my hands. “What I'm about to tell you, I haven't told anyone else. Please understand. I ...uh...well....you see... I... well...I..
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thanx to my readers
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Posted:Nov 3, 2012 2:46 am
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As you probably know, to the right side of the blog page is a list of Some of the readers of your blogs. Not ALL of them. So, I'd like to take a moment to say thanx to ALL my readers for reading and giving me encouragement. I pledge to you, is that I'll always do my best to depict my memoirs as they happened. And to make my stories entertaining. Any suggestions are always welcome. I take criticism well. Many editors aren't tactful what so ever. Thanx again Blessed Be to all of you.  {=} Hugs and kisses to all.
Yours in print Serina T.
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I can't see you Part 2
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Posted:Oct 31, 2012 2:34 pm
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Where oh where
"Where are you, I can't see you, who are you? The words faded in the openness.
Oh, you think you're so very cool, don't you Roy?I thought as he hectically
turned his head from side to side, searching for the source of the voice. I
thought for a second his head would turn all the way around, like that possessed
girl in that old exorcism movie.
"OK, Loretta”I said. “Open the door and let him see inside our house." I'm glad only
she can hear me and not him, it's so much more fun that way.
Before Roy spots the front door opening, he heard a squeaking sound
coming from the un-oiled hinge, I've been neglecting. Oh well, I've got eternity to get it done, first things first. As Roy spun his head around, he stared at an invisible door swinging open, to reveal the interior of the house, which he could see.
It was like looking at ocean waves as they crash on the rocks, through a
window with a mural of a desert painted on the wall around it. A colorful
interior of a well kept, inviting home, appeared in mid-air, about two feet off
the ground with brown weeds surrounding it. From where he stood he could see
a flight of stairs extending its way to the second floor. There was a beautiful Tiffany
style lamp on a small table off to the side at the bottom of the stairs.
It was then Roy saw four delicate fingers wrap themselves around the edge of
the door, and begin to pull the door as wide open as it could go. From around
two thirds of the way up the side of, and from behind the front door, peeked the
face of a woman. She's a middle aged lady of about forty-five or fifty years old,
and attractive for her age. Her big blue eyes stared at Roy, as he stood in shock,
not knowing what to do next. Her smile was soft and warm and just the right size
for her face. Her hair was long, black, and was pulled back, in a pony tail,
with a large red ribbon tied in a bow.
Straightening up his hair and trying to look his best, he pulled in his
stomach and said,"I'm lost, could you help me find my way to the old Dalver
homestead?" The fear and confusion he had felt moments ago as washing away, like
soap rinsing off your body when you take a shower. Hell, he wasn't even afraid
anymore, his macho man instinct was taking over. After all, he thought, he was
god's gift to women.
"This is the Dalver homestead sir, and what might your business be with
it?",she inquired, as she stepped the rest of the way from behind the invisible door,
into Roy's view.
The long cream colored dress she worn shone like the toga of an angel,
it's short puffy sleeves and full long flowing skirt, looked as though she
belonged in the movie "Gone With The Wind". But her taste in clothes didn't
matter, hopefully she'll be out of them by afternoons end. Her feet were
shoeless and flawless, so touchable. All he wants now, is to get her to go to bed
with him, and he'll lie to her if he had too, no big deal.
"An older woman came to me earlier today, she asked me to come out and evaluate the
property." he exclaimed, approaching the front edge of the porch he
couldn't see, not daring to step up into mid-air.
"That woman must have been my mother, she's harmless, but you can't believe a
word she says. No disrespect meant though."
Roy's eyes were getting tired of staring so he looked away for just a
moment. She was missing from the doorway when he looked back."Where are you,
don't go?" His foot stepped onto the porch he can't see, and stopped there, in
mid-air. Stomping his right foot on the invisible planks,they made a pounding
sound. It was real, he thought, but didn't quite know how.
Then her unseen voice called from somewhere in the house."I'm takin' the
other apple pie out of the oven, be right back."
Her voice sounded younger and sweeter then when she was at the front door,it
must be the acoustics, he thought. Now as she returns to her doorway they were
only about ten feet apart. His mouth may lie but his eyes don't. It wasn't she who returned, but a stunning young girl of about twenty years. She was a younger version of her mother. And she had the same hair and was wearing the same dress only newer, and bow in her hair. She looked real, and so did the things in the house.
"Well I can speak for my grandmother and my mother Mr. Roy"
"Well I do have a few questions I need answered, why don't you come out here
and we can discuss them, that's why I'm here?"
"No thank you sir, but you could come into the house. I can answer you questions over a glass of milk and some fresh warm home made apple
pie."
Roy stood there and considered her generous offer."This could be the property
deal you've been waiting for, so you can retire from the real estate business.
Imagine not having to work with those low level salespeople ever again.
Especially those stuffy women who all think they're to good for you. You could
retire, and not worry about your buyers coming back and tell you they don't have
invisible ghosts in their houses. With every word she said, and every sentence
she finished, Roy stepped closer to her.
" You know Mr.Roy, you're a good lookin' guy, and we could get together whenever we
wanted to, if we didn't have to be concerned with you leavin' and workin'. All you have to do
is come into the house, sit and have some pie and we'll make you a great deal.
You want to make me happy don't you?"
Roy ignored the little voice inside him telling him not to step inside, that something's
not right. She was right, he was a good lookin' guy, to a woman who knows class
when she sees it. And he so wanted to make her happy, his way. She reached out
her delicate hand to take his, and he reached out to grasp hers. They touched!
It was like a bolt of lightning surging through his body as she half pulled him
through the doorway. As soon as his eyes adjusted to being out of the bright
sun, he gazed around the house, turning his back to her. While he took in the
pristine surroundings of a house decorated with items from the turn of the last
century, he inquired as to her name.
Without telling him she turned him around to face her, ran her fingers through his hair, telling him how very long it's been since a man like him has had his way with her.
“You do know how to take a woman don't you Mr. Quel, don't you?” she asked. I didn't want to invade their romantic encounter, so I left.. Later, she related some of the details to me. I remember her saying, Roy looked shocked at first, but after she slid from the dress, and unbuttoned his shirt, he got the idea. “Let's do it on the stairs,” she requested.
“Aren't you worried about your mother or grandmother?” Roy inquired.
“It's all about the thrill, isn't it? They can join us if they want. Would that be alright with you?”
Never imagined
It had always been Roy's fantasy to do three family females. He couldn't believe his luck.
He was pushing her down onto the steps, kissing her, undoing his pants, and trying to feel her up, all at once. She took over undoing his belt and pants, as his fingers flipped her young firm titties out from under their prisons. Her nipples were puffy, mooney ones, his favorite kind. She turned over, telling him to take her without looking at her face. He was more then happy to oblige. Her ass stuck up, asking to be fucked. He felt her pussy first, to make sure it was wet. Roy discovered she was a late bloomer, by the feel of peach fuzz soft hair between her legs. This was too good to be true, but here she was. His cock was more then ready, and he slid it into her.
“That's it Roy, make me feel every inch of your luscious manliness . It's not really a sin if we're not looking at each other.” informing him of her rational. He fucked her as long and as hard as he could. The excitement of someone catching them was intense. In about two minutes he popped his load on her back. She didn't orgasm, and told him it was okay, only his pleasure was important.
“I like the way you think, miss.”
I wanted to bitch slap him right then and there. But I controlled myself.
When she turned back around to face him, he fell down the two bottom stairs. It wasn't the young facing him, it was the middle age mother. How, what, how, he asked.
"Loretta, Mr.Roy don't you remember, my name is Loretta" As she spoke the words her voice changed, it went from honey sweet to an older, more sensual one. He'd never let go of her, as he turned around and saw nobody around them. "Welcome to your fate Mr. Roy Quel. Your lies and arrogance have finally caught up to you. Let me go get us some pie and cold milk, you'll feel better after you eat something." She held his hand giving it a comforting pat. They redressed, then she walked away.
As soon as Loretta let go of his hand and walked away, Roy ran toward the
still open doorway. Suddenly his hands grabbed onto the door frame to stop his
body from leaving. There was nothing out there, he couldn't see anything. He
couldn't see any of the trees that were nearby. He didn't see his expensive car,
where was his car? The old Loretta returned with the pie and milk.
Looking away from the door his eyes fixed on the woman. When she got closer he
moved toward her swung his arm out and hit the tray with the snack out of her
hands. Apple pie and milk flew all over the place, making a mess.
"What's going on here? Where's my expensive car?And how did you make the stuff outside
go away?" Roy screamed as he began to see his situation, as it is, now.
Loretta knelt down and began to clean up the food and plates and glasses on the
floor. Fortunately nothing had broken."Don't worry Mr. Quel, we'll have lots of time
to talk." Taking a hand towel, she began rubbing the apple from his pants. Not so inadvertently passing across his cock, with the cloth, she began squeezing the bulge inside his pants. We think he might have tried to stop the old Loretta, but we're not sure. She unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out of his underwear, and began sucking on it while she was still on her knees. He was in shock for a few moments, but soon held the back of her head as she sucked him off. She was quite the tease, with all her kissing and licking. Sooner then she wanted, he came again, his cum falling into the towel she'd been cleaning with. Then she turned her attention back to the mess on the floor. She picked up what she could with her hands and placed the tray on the small table near the bottom of the stairs. "Please wait until I get a broom and dust pan to sweep up this mess. "Wouldn't want anyone to slip and fall now, would we?"
Saying that, she walked down the hall toward the kitchen. That Loretta, didn't return with broom in hand, the young one did. Roy still stood in the front doorway staring out
into the invisible nothingness. Loretta put down the broom and dustpan, walked
over and placed her hand on his right shoulder, and in a sweet comforting voice
began explaining what was going on.
"You see Mr. Roy Quel, you have been earning bad Karma for most of your pathetic
life. And you know the old saying, 'You'll Get What's Coming To You Sooner Or
Later?” Well Mr. Quel it's your time to get back what you've put into life. All
those lies you've been telling all your about invisible ghosts, where
there are none. Then there's all the other lies and abuses you have subjected
to those around you . Then there IS your arrogance, need I say more? This is
where you'll live now."
"You lied to me." he screamed."You lied to me." She grabbed his hand firmly,
and dragged him into the plush living room. As they walked toward the living
room she changed from the young girl, into the middle age woman, and then into
the old lady. Her whole body and face changed. But she still wore the same
beautiful dress. Only the dress aged as she did. Now it was stained, tattered,
and as old as she looked. She took him by the shoulders and sat him down on the
wood trimmed couch.
"You see Mr. Quel, My guy friend, who's already made your acquaintance, his name is, Master Karma, and we are The three fates, my name is, Loretta."
Suddenly he hears voices outside, two men and a woman. They were familiar
voices, they were the voices of his co-workers. He could just make out what
they were saying. He jumps up and runs toward the door, gazes out, but still
can't see them.
"Where's Roy gone to? The police and the search parties have been looking
for him for days."
"I don't know Mary, or why he left his car out here, in the middle of a field."
Roy screamed out their names at the top of his lungs, into the invisible emptiness but no
one answered.
"It's been four days and there's still no sign of him, they're going to quit looking for him come dusk today. Then he'll be put on the missing persons list." Peter said.
"Why can't they hear me, I can hear them?" Roy pleaded.
"We are in a place where there is no time, or space as you know it, all you know has no
relevance in this house. All you once knew, is forever gone. Now if you'll come with me,
we'll give you a tour of your new home, and say our goodbyes. You see Mr. Quel, we don't live here, only you do, only you.”
She took him by the arm and lead him again into the living room. Her touch wasn't comforting, any more. He still wanted to take her to bed. With everything weird going on, he was still a dog.
"I'll be over later,for a slice of that apple pie, Loretta" I whisper to her. Then I reviewed my list of other bad Karma makers, who's times are up. "Let's see, where is your name?"
I hope you enjoyed my halloween stories. and happy halloween to you. and my prayers to all those on the east coast who were in sandys way.
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I Can't See You
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Posted:Oct 30, 2012 11:28 pm
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As you can see, this is the beginning of a new story,. I posted the ending of What Floor Please was posted yesterday. I wouldn't not post it. The rest of this story will be posted before midnight. Happy Halloween, and kept your eyes open, and your hand busy.
I Can't See You
Is the house really haunted? For real?
"Of course it's real Mr. Hoffman. Roy Quel is a man of honor and integrity. I
wouldn't lie to you. But it's going to cost you 5,000 dollars more."Roy says, convincingly.
"We'll call it home improvement, now you just sign here, and you'll have the
haunted house your wife wants so very badly. Of course the ghosts are invisible,
and you might not always see the things they do, but they'll, do things. You and
your wife will be very happy here. You know what they say: when momma's happy,
everybody's happy."
With that vote of confidence, Mr. Hoffman signed the mortgage papers to his
new house. Tonight he would present the deed to his new bride, Sarah. They would have
their very own haunted house. Haunted houses were Realtor Roy Quel's specialty.
Some of the houses are haunted by, some kind ghosts, some poltergeists, some with demons from hell. It's all about what the customer wants. Lies, lies, lies, lies, but who
cares, nobody. No one gets hurt by Roy's lies to his house hunters, who are
willing to pay extra for a specifically possessed house. What's a few thousand
dollars between friends. As long as he's the one getting the money, nobody cares,
or has to know. Ah, but I know, and I care, and so do some of my friends. .
I've been watching you for a long time now Mister Quel, you've been telling lies
and cheating your for years now, just so you could make a little money.
Telling unsuspecting customers you have only a few truly haunted houses, how
wrong that is, in so many ways, on so many levels. Telling them that the home
has invisible ghosts who do invisible things, for shame Mr. Quel, for shame. You
have besmirched the reputations of genuine spirits who are stuck here, each to
complete a task before they move on. Mister Roy Quel, do you know the meaning of Karma?
Soon you will Mr. Quel, ha ha, soon you will.
Roy was the last one to leave the office that night. He had to make sure
everybody at the office, and all the coming in, knew he'd sold
another house, nobody else in the office could sell.
"Going to Day's tonight Roy?" I whisper in his ear.
Day's was the local tavern two blocks away, where Roy enjoys a few drinks,
and sharing his endless string of lies. He makes sure everybody listens too, the other patrons enjoy seeing him leave. Of course he didn't hear me, and he'll
think it's his idea so he can brag some more."Buy a round for everyone there,
that is, only if a few guys are there."
Good boy, we're here at your favorite watering hole. In a few minutes you'll
be telling anyone who'll listen, and some who don't have a choice but to hear
about your conquest. And in a few hours I and my friends will begin teaching you
a lesson. My name is unimportant, and so is where I'm from, you can call me K.
Roy had an unusual way of getting up in the morning. I don't understand how he did it. Men are supposed to have a difficult time jacking off when they have to piss. But somehow he did it. Every morning he woke up with his morning wood. You guys know what I mean. When you have to relieve your bladder, first thing in the morning, you wake up with a hard-on. Well Roy took advantage of his morning stiffy, and began his day with a quicky, courtesy of his left hand. Within seconds of waking up, Roy's stroking away on his hard cock. I wonder what he thought about as he pounded away on himself? I'll just take a quick look inside his thoughts. Yuck, my god Roy, you are quite the pervert. He was fantasizing about doing a foursome with a young woman, her mother, and her grandmother. Roy you just gave me an idea, thanks. I exited his impossible dream, and let him alone with himself.
As Roy's three women pleased him in a variety of ways, his grip on his dick became tighter, and his stroking faster. He began talking dirty to himself, out loud. I tried not to listen, but his requests for the women to kiss each other, lick pussies, and fist each other, couldn't be ignored. Then he did something that surprised even me. Roy reached into a drawer in the bedside table, pulled out a vibrator, activated it, and proceeded to do some ass play. In no time at all, it was vibrating in his ass, as he pulled and pushed on it. He began pleading for grandma to fuck him harder, and harder. Fortunately for me, he's a couple minute man, and was soon spurting cum all over himself. I'll have nightmares about this for weeks.
I watched Roy shower, then shave in front of the mirror where he has lies
stuck up on sticky notes all over it's frame. You and I might call them affirmations, but for
Roy, each one is a lie he believes to be the truth. Then he dressed, put on way to much of
his British Leather cologne, and was ready for another day of cheating and
defrauding people. But today has a little surprise in store for him. After the
morning office meeting in which he made sure the other Realtors knew he was
number one in sales. Roy had the new girl get him a cup of coffee, black with
four sweeteners, and sat down to review his perspectives(suckers) for the day.
An old woman, hunched over, wearing an old dirty wrinkled dress, and scuffed up
worn out work boots, knocked on his open office door.
"Mr. Quel?" she inquired.
Roy looked up at her and saw, not the old lady, but a mark, someone to take
advantage of. "I'm Roy Quel, the best of the best, and you are?"
" Ms. Dalver, Mr. Quel, Loretta Dalver, come to see you 'bout sellin' my
property, and what's left of my homestead."
How sweet to people you are when you smell money, Roy. Now you're all smiles and
friendly until the deed is done(no pun intended). Oh I'm going to enjoy this so
much, he so much has this coming to him.
Opportunity Knocks
"Mr. Quel, may I sit?" Loretta asked as she sat down, whether he approved
or not. Over the next hour, she explained how the family farm and homestead has
been handed down from generation to generation, her family owned the property since
before it was even in a state. "It's in the state of Pennsylvania you know?"
It belonged to her older brother, who's dead now, and finally to her. She was
the last one in her family line, and it all ends with her. She wants to get a
fair price for it all, keep enough money to get by for the rest of her life in a
senior community, and give the rest to charity.
"Some big subdivision making company wants to divide it up for lots of
families. I figure I can sell those families the land for next to nothin' to
help 'em out ya know, with the bad economy an' all.. I need you to go out
to the farm, then tell me how much you think it's worth, then sell it for me.
Can you do all that?"
If it wasn't for Roy's poker face, that doesn't fool me, I'd swear he was
having an orgasm. "Well of course Ms. Dalver, I can do all that for you, and
more. There would only be a bit of a fee for my time and expenses. I want to be
kind to those families too."
Loretta reached into her raggedy purse and pulled out a yellowing piece of
paper. With frail trembling hands, she passed it to Roy. "This is the map to get
to the farm so you don't get lost. You have to be very careful on those back
country roads. One wrong turn and....oh I'm just goin' on. I'll be back in three
days to sign any papers. You can't call me cause I don't have a telephone. See
you in three days Mr. Quel, I trust it will be enough time for you to get your
estimate. Good day to you sir." With that said, Loretta turned and walked out
the front door.
As soon as the old lady disappeared outside the front door, Roy began
jumping up and down with joy."Did you see her, did you see her? She's my new
sugar mama 'til I'm done with her."
But nobody else saw her, they had all been to busy doing important things.
Roy was so excited he had all his appointments for the afternoon canceled, and
compared the hand drawn map on the old paper with the big industrial one on the
wall of the lunch room. He found The location of the property, and programed it
into his G.P.S. and hurried out the door. There wasn't a moment to loose.
He drove so fast I could hardly keep up with him, but I did, and so did my
young friend Loretta. He got there in about an hour and ten minutes. I'm glad he
didn't kill himself on the country roads, Would have been such a waste, and I
wouldn't be able to.....oh no, not yet. He pulled up to what was left of the old
driveway, and circled around to where the and buggy used to stay parked. He
climbed out of his expensive sports car, took his jacket off and threw it
onto the seat. He loosened his tie and began walking toward the foundation of
the old house. It was a beautiful September day in the Allegheny mountains . The air was just
starting to get that crispy smell to it, but the sun still warmed your skin.
That's strange, he thought, as he smelled the aroma of the sweet apple pie.
Loretta had set the pie on the kitchen window sill to cool. He surmised he shouldn't smell it because he couldn't see any houses anywhere near, and the last one he passed
was about three miles back. But it smelled so close, and so welcoming.
He followed the scent with his nose. Now Roy felt he was right in
front of the pie. But all he can see are weeds, and what's left of an old
foundation. The house had been built in a long straight shape east to west so
the wind and breezes could flow through the house, cooling it. He reached out
anyway and touched something not there. What he was touching, felt like an old
wooden window sill with chipped paint? He reached to the left on the sill when.
OW! he had stuck the fingers of his left hand in something very hot. He pulled
them out, swinging his right hand to grab his left wrist he hit the pie, knocking it to
the ground. It was then, when the pie broke open as it splattered on the ground
he realized, it was indeed an apple pie. His ears and nose must be deceiving him. It's not possible but there it was, an invisible pie sitting at his feet. He bent down and could feel the heat rising from it. He licked a finger on his left hand and, damn, it was apple pie, an
invisible apple pie.
Try to wrap your reality around that quandary my boy. Now comes the part I really
like, the part where you get what's coming to you. Go right ahead and reach out
again and feel around. Go ahead, I know it's what you want to do. Oh yes, that's
a good boy, feel around the outside wall near the window. Feel the wood, and the
chipping paint, the nails holding the wood planks to the frame of the house you
can't see. You can smell it, and touch it, and,.....
." What's that? Roy thought as he strained his eyes trying to look closer.
Roy was feeling his way to his left along the outside wall of the wooden
house he couldn't see. The only reason he wasn't running toward his car and
driving away from this confusion, was his love of money. That's when he suddenly heard music from somewhere. He knows the tune, he's heard it somewhere before, but where?. It
sounded as though it were being played on an old wind up phonograph with the big
cone speaker like they had way back at the turn of the last century. His hands
kept roaming along the wall, around the corner of the invisible house and
proceeding down the south side walking westward. Coming to another window sill
he ran his hand over the window panes. Suddenly a stinging sensation caused him
to pull his hand back. Staring at his hand, his eyes grew larger and larger as
he witnessed blood beginning to drip out of a cut on his right hand made by a
broken piece of broken glass still in the invisible window frame.
Damn that hurts, he thought, his disbelief growing weaker and weaker, as
each of his senses became aware of the building's existence. Taking a
handkerchief out of the back pocket of his slacks, he wrapped it around the cut to
slow the bleeding. Proceeding slowly down the side of the unseen house he
confronted, actually falls into, the front porch. Ha, ha, ha, oh this is more
amusing then I had hoped. I'm sorry, he's just providing me with more
entertainment then I've had in months, so funny. I'll let him decide what to do
next, with no help from me, in fact I'll let him find out for himself from now
on. Let's see how Roy does on his own. OK Roy, my boy, time to do your own thing.
He let out a loud yelp as the shin of his left leg slams against the
invisible floorboards of the porch. As he grabbed and rubbed his pained leg he heard
a woman's voice come from inside the house." You should be more careful where
you walk Roy." she said laughingly.
"Who's there, who's there.", the words escaped
his mouth before he even thought of saying them.
Roy looked around but saw nobody anywhere near. Now, finally he's getting
frightened. First, he's discovered an invisible house, then smelled and tasted a
freshly baked invisible apple pie, then heard the music playing, and now a young woman's
voice. After quickly regaining his whit and cool arrogant composure, and
straightening his shirt, he called out to the unseen voice.
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going down chapter 3
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Posted:Oct 30, 2012 12:54 pm
Last Updated:Nov 1, 2012 1:35 am
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Going Down
Just as soothing contentment overwhelms Christina, you hear a cable snap, then another, along with two loud clicks. The elevator car begins it's express plummet to the 1st floor. Christina is in sexual bliss, and doesn't even know what's happening. Sam, he just stands there smiling, with his dick still in her, still throbbing. Seventeen floors whiz by at an alarming speed.
You think to yourself,”It's not the fall, it's the sudden stop, at the end. Maybe she'll jump up just before.............”
No time, the car explodes at the bottom of the shaft. You quickly run from your security desk in the main lobby, to the elevators. Debris, dust, and dirt cloud your vision, but it takes the rescuers little time to pry the doors of the next shaft open, and begin pulling pieces of the devastated elevator walls away. Their lights shine in through the dissipating dust. One of them yells to the other rescuers. “How many did you say were in here?” he asks.
“Three” the voice of someone in the hall calls back, WHY?” To this day, he still regrets asking that question.
He gets his answer as the safety team in the elevator clears the doors and opens the car from the inside. There amidst all the debris you see only one naked body, belonging to the late Ms. Christina Jacobs. Evidence of her actions while waiting for the elevator to restart, still streaming down the wall, and her dick, still in her hand. There's no sign of anyone else, no two guys, or any proof they were even here.
A female passerby wearing summer casual cloths , carrying a briefcase, asks her companion. “I wonder what happened?”
The well dressed woman walking with her comments,”Somebody must have gotten on the wrong elevator, I guess.” Then the door opens to car across the hall, and the women get in. When the doors are just about closed, you yell “Hold please.” to the women in the elevator. They stop the door from closing, as you hurry into the car, thinking you need to get up to the wheel room at the top of the shafts, and cordon off the area.
“Don't worry ladies, these elevators are still safe to ride, you can take it from me.” With that said, the doors begin closing.
And as the doors close you the women in casual clothes says to you. “Hi! My name is Samantha, what floor please?”
Thanx for reading. I've got time to fit one more halloween story in later today and tomorrow
How to tell the difference between boy and girl ghosts.
girl ghosts have BOObies, and boy ghosts have Hallo-weenies 
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next chapter Who's There
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Posted:Oct 28, 2012 12:07 pm
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Who's there
A strong male voice was heard in the distance. “Hello down there, is everyone okay? How many are in the car?”
Christina calls out , before either man could udder a syllable. “I'm Ms. Christina Jacobs, and I demand the elevator be fixed immediately. There are two men with me. Hurry, I'm late for an appointment.”she demands.
“Maintenance has left for the day, and the secondary safety system is holding the car in place. I'm afraid we have to wait for the police rescue squad to get here. It's too bad it's traffic rush hour. We'll get you out as soon as possible.” The man yells down to the car occupants. You want to yell too, you can hear and see them but they can't hear or see you.
“Well get it done quickly, somebody tell Mr. Helloway, I'm stuck in this hot box, and I'll be there as soon as I can. Now go, his office is on 19, go tell him.”Christina screamed.
She was at her best, when giving orders. Giving a glance toward the suit, and sees his sad face, then looks at Sam's face and seeing excitement, and a challenge, she finishes her walk. Her nipples are hard in anticipation, and you can see her cock firming up too. Right now, she doesn't seam to care.
“She's not your type” the suit proclaims, as he reaches out for her arm.
“How do you know, Mr. straight,lace, maybe she is.” He corrects looking at her.
“Yeah, maybe I am, or can be. Shut up and leave us alone. Unless you want some of this too.” She asked, holding out her tits so he could get a good look. Bouncing them up and down alternately. “Come on, join us, it'll be fun.”
The suit looks away, and one tear runs down his cheek. “No thank you, it's not what I'm here for. All I can do now, is pray for you.” There was a deafening silence for a few seconds. It's as though they're having a moment of silence, morning the loss of something. The suit goes back to his reading, and Christina turns toward Sam, reaches out, grabs his shirt with both hands, and pulls it apart, popping all it's buttons. Her fingers caress his furry chest, and soon the lips of her mouth are closing in on his nipples, to bite them. She's got to maintain control. She wasn't sure why she's being so, uninhibited, but she was going to show him. She wasn't like the others, not, at, all.
You can see Christina was becoming hornier by the second, she'll be loosing control in a few seconds or so. But she just can't stop, not now. You can see her cock getting sticking up underneath her skirt, trying to push it's way to freedom. She wasn't planning to get this aroused, and wasn't wearing any support panties. Sam lifts her head, staring into her eyes, holding her by her hair with one hand. He reaches down and gets a firm grip on her manhood. Pulls her hair, stretching her neck back, and to the right. he opens his mouth and closes in on her left ear lobe and neck. His sharp teeth begin biting her ear lobe and neck, marking her, giving her hickeys. He lets go of her very hard dick, and whispers in her ear. “Come to me, completely naked. Offer yourself to me, and find out if I want you.”
She was loosing control of him, and the situation. With all the dominant control she could muster, she orders him,”You get naked too, and I'll tell you, if I like what I see.” All she had left on her body was her shoes, and skirt., and he, his sandals and shorts. Sam takes a step back, as Christina does the same. Both strip in moments. He looks her over, giving her a look like a hungry animal, as he runs his tongue across his lips. She can't help but stare at his perfect body, with his long, thick, stiff, hard, throbbing, blood filled, big headed, straight, sticking up, pleasure pole. She has to have him, even if it means letting him have control. You see the last bit of restraint leave her body, resigning herself, to the building lust pumping like blood through her body. Christina's eyes glaze over, as only one train of thought crowds all others out of her mind. Visions of sex with Sam fill her very being. Every part of her wanting him, desiring him, craving him. She needs him inside her, inside her mouth, and inside her ass. Her taste buds are going to enjoy the flavor of his cum as it slides past her tongue and down her throat. .
The suit, looks up from his book and pleads with Christina, one last time.”Christina, you don't have to do this, you can resist the temptation, change your demeanor, and be a better person for it.”
She turns her head faces him, and reply's.”I don't want to, it's taken a lot to get where I am, and I'm not going to give it all up now. Anyway I've always wanted to be fucked in this elevator. Watch if you want, or join in, but God damn it, don't interfere, any more. Fuck off.” With those words gone, she flips him the bird, and looks back at Sam.
The suit swings his right arm vertically, up, down, and up again, horizontally back and forth shoulder to shoulder, making the sign of the cross in the air, then, with his sad face, resumes reading. He doesn't even want to watch.
Christina steps back toward Sam, stands close to him, and raises her right leg, for him to hold her open, while she reaches for his joy stick. Her decisions been made, she'll use him as long as it suits her, then throw him aside, like the rest of her leftovers.
Sam stops her abruptly, saying, “Not quite yet, your jewelery” pointing to her necklace and rings. “They have to come off too, just a kink of mine. Here, let me help.” He turns her around, unhooking the clasp to the chain around her neck. The necklace is the last item to fall from her body. Sam kisses her neck and shoulder, saying”No sense in wasting this position.” He reaches under her arms, and around her, grabs her tits, and squeezes them tightly, as he pinches her nipples. Then with one hand he bends her forward a bit, and sticks his fingers between her legs, making her ass fluids ooze. He pulls her torso hard toward him. She can feel his cock invading her private space, so she changes her stance, making it easier for him. “Are you sure this is what you want?”he inquires of her.
“YES” she screams out. “This is what I want, now fuck me.”
Sam secures his hands under her armpits, and lifts her like a blowup doll, placing his lower body between her legs, forcing them apart. He lowers her onto the head of his waiting cock, but stops one last time. “Are you sure?”
“You bastard, YES” she yells, flailing her arms in an attempt to scratch him, though she knows she can't reach him from this position. animal passion is surfacing, raw beastly lust. Christina is in heat, and this of a bitch knows it.
He pushes her body down over his strong, prick. Her entire weight engulfs his cock, as it fills her.
His cock looks to be at least 10” long, and very thick, as it disappears up Christina's ass. Her ass ready for him to enter. As she slides down over his stick, her face is covered with a look of complete satisfaction. She grips the handrail wrapping around the walls, as Sam pushes hard with his torso. Christina stands on the balls of her feet, most of her weight still pressing down on his lust log.
“You do know that, you're asking me to fuck you is a verbal contract, right?” Sam asks her, his voice deep and arrogant sounding. “You're a witness.” he screams to the suit, chuckling to himself.
“Yes! NOW, fuck, my, brains, out, be a man about it.” Christina demands, in the trembling voice of a sexually frustrated lust addict. She feels his cock begin to slide in and out of her horny asshole. The sensation gets more intense every time the rim of his mushroom head approaches the sphincter muscle. After about the eighth or ninth stroke, she speaks up, saying. “God, it's never felt this fantastic before, what are you doing?”
“God has nothing to do with it.” his deep, sinister voice answers. “It's your choice, ha ha ha.”
“You can still stop, NOW, and ask forgiveness.” The suit pleads, with Christina.
Sam doesn't stop his rhythmic pounding of her ass. She finally looses control, and begins pushing her ass back against him, every time he plunges deep into her. Soon she's slamming back. As you watch, his cock looks like it's growing, larger and larger. It doesn't look like it anymore, it is, getting bigger, longer and thicker. “Is this what you want Christina? Unbridled lust, sex like never before, like an animal, with an equal, someone who unleashes the real you. Feel my cock throbbing with sinfilled pleasure. Feel that sensation spreading from my body to yours, with every stroke, your pleasure increasing. Feel the clit growing at your asshole, with my staff rubbing it as I pass it in and out, and, in and out, you feel like a woman being fucked. Something you've always wanted, I'm giving to you.”
“I......whatever....you.....say....right...now..don't, stop. Fill me” She cries, as his pounding picks up pace.
He's now humping her with the speed of a wild animal. All she has time for, is to catch her breath. Her cock feels so much pressure from the swelling up, it's ready to explode. So Christina bends over some, and leans her shoulder into the wall, and starts stroking her cock. Doing so, she glances across the car to see, nobody there. Nobody where the suit stood. You didn't notice what happened to him either. The suit was gone. Just as she realizes this, her cock makes that final big throb that a cock makes right before it cums, and she feels the full body cum, like a woman taking hold. Now both were inevitable. No turning back now.
“Cum with me, cum with me, cum with me.” The words escape her mouth between short breaths. Then, then, then, it happens, her man juice splashes against the wall, her body begins wave after wave of lustful, sexual ecstasy. She also knows Sam's cock was pumping his cum deep inside her, he 's satisfied too. Sam holds her around her waist, lifting her to a standing position. She wraps one arm up around his neck, smiles and says. “I want more.”
“Sam smiles at her and tells her,”Now, you come with me.”
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What Floor Please?
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Posted:Oct 25, 2012 1:19 am
Last Updated:Oct 26, 2012 1:30 pm
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What Floor Please by Serina T.
“Come on ladies and gentlemen, get a move on. The boss wants this report done by Friday morning, I want it done Thursday before you leave, I have to look good by having it done a day early, so I can go to the executive meeting and present it. Come on don't doddle.” Christina commands, with a stern voice.
“But that's impossible.” came a frustrated voice from the far end of the twelve cubicle office room, filled with workers.
“Who ever said that had better stand up and reveal themselves.” She screamed, as her wondering eyes scanned the collection of diligent workers.
A thin, late middle aged man, rose and attracted her gaze. “I said it Christina, I'm sorry.” He admitted sheepishly.
“Well if you think it's too hard a job to make me look good in front of the executive board then..”pausing for a moment to gather her thoughts, she says. “Then I guess the others will have to finish the project without you, goodbye Mr. Carstairs. Your last payroll check, will be sent to you, in the mail, you're no longer needed here. Pack up your belongings and evacuate the cubical by 5:00 pm.. Anybody else have any excuses? I am, Ms. Jacobs to the rest of you , show some respect. Now get back to work.” she barked at the others, turns, and walks away.
Back in her office Christina admired herself in the mirrored wall, she still looked just slightly masculine, but people will attribute it to her being a powerful woman. She straightened her business suit, a red blouse, with black jacket and skirt, poured herself a drink, and leaned back in her plush leather chair. “Any day now, the CEO of this huge, profitable, corporation will be calling me to announce my promotion. I've had to throw a few people under some buses, and stepped on a couple more, but, what the hell. Get fame and fortune, how and when you can. You'll never see them on the way back down, because, there will be no, on the way back down.” The thought slowly crossed her mind, she laughed out loud.
She felt the tingling rush of excitement surge between her long shapely legs, and wasted no time taking advantage of the opportunity to get herself off. Finishing her drink, she slipped her hand inside her skirt, and found her already firming up cock yearning to be touched. “ I love dressing commando, just outside cloths, with no underwear.” She pressed the intercom button and told her personal assistant, she didn't want to be disturbed for the next ten minutes. Christina unhooked the latch holding the chair in an upright position, and leaned way back, letting her skirt ride up as she put one foot on the desk, and the other across the other opposite arm of the chair. Christina was a Transgender through and through. He just couldn't bring himself to have IT cut off. As he stroked his growing cock he mentally fucked Mr. Carstairs up the ass, in the middle of the cubicle office, in front of all his ex co-workers. This excited her like no porn ever would, or could. She reached inside a desk drawer and plucked a handful of tissues from their box.
She switched hands, grabbed an ice-cube from the empty glass, and began rubbing it all around the head of her expanding appendage. She shivered, a shiver that ran up and down and up and down, three times. She wished, once again, she were flexible enough to suck her own dick, but her hand would have to do. She lovingly stroked her swelled cock, speeding up and slowing down, as needed. Bringing herself to the brink of ejaculating, then backing off. She loved being in control, even of her pleasure. The physical frustration built stronger every time she backed off cumming. Her cock began to pulse the pulse of mounting pleasure. Holding it in, was no longer an option. “SHIT” she said out loud. Laying the tissues across her skirt and blouse she eagerly continued handling her manhood. More and more stiff, as the pressure built. Christina was so aroused, her prick felt like it was ready to explode. Stroking faster and faster, getting more and more turned on, the muscles of the leg suspended on the table tightened first. Then the other leg. Her abdomen began to cramp, and the knuckles on the fingers gripping the chair whitened from the squeezing. Then, in her fantasy, as Mr. Carstairs falls to the floor totally spent from his fucking, A great fountain of cum spurted forth from her little head, not unlike the geyser, Old Faithful, in Yellowstone national park. Her body moved like the ocean, with wave after wave of decadent pleasure.
Orgasms like that one are far and few, but do happen. She wiped off the cum, not resisting licking some of it from her fingers. Then holding the skirt up at her waist, walked to the little sink in the bar and cleaned everything off. Standing in front of the mirror again, she straightened her clothes and hair. Just when she'd almost had enough of herself, the phone rang, interrupting her self admiration. She pressed the intercom button and frustratingly asked, “What do you want I....”
“It's Mr. Helloway, and he want's to see you immediately after business hours, and wants your RSVP, now.” Perry announces promptly.
“Well, give it to him, of course I'll be there.” Christina said with a big grin. She poured another drink, leaned back in her chair, and basked in the afterglow of her orgasm, and the visions of her promotion. Glancing at the wall clock, it read 4:43 pm., only half an hour away from another step toward the position she deserved. Controller over thousands of employees lives, their happiness, their sadness. Primping for the next half an hour, then walked through the outer office, into the hall, and to the elevator. Christina pressed the up button, and waited, with only a short six floor elevator ride between her and more money and power. Finally the elevator doors open. Two very attractive men faced her from inside the lift car.
The casually dressed guy with the dark hair asked, “What floor please?”
Taken aback by the contrast of the two men, one casual, the other wearing a suit, she just stared at them.
Again Mr. Casual asked, “What floor please?”
“NO! I'll press my own button”Christina sharply remarked, stepped in and pressed the nineteenth floor button. All three of them stood in silence as the elevator started it's climb.
Fourteenth floor the numbers read, and the electronic voice announced, Fifteenth floor, Sixteenth floor, Sevente.......” There was a hard jerk and halting of the car all three of them were dropped to their knees. The elevator had stopped between floors.
Stuck in the middle with two
Christina was the first one to speak up.”What in the holy hell just happened?” She inquired, standing up, and straightening her outfit. She lunged for the emergency phone, pushing the tall black haired, well dressed man out of the way. “Let me do that, I'm important.” Opening the small door to the phone, she pushed the red button, and began to demand.”This is Ms. Christina Jacobs, and I'm in private executive elevator that has stopped due to low maintenance. I demand you..”
The polite electronic voice came on the line. “We're sorry for any inconvenience you may be experiencing, the function of the transportation device will resume momentarily.”
Suddenly an alarm light begins to blink off and on, with an audio warning beeping sound. This is your security desk for this shift, your responsibility. You activate the security camera in elevator #7 to see if anyone's hurt. There on security monitor seven, the inside of the executive elevator appears. You begin listening and observing, just in time to hear.
“What incompetence.” Christina yells as she slams the receiver back in it's holder. She folds her arms tightly and leans in a back corner of the elevator. This is the first chance she's had to get a good look at the men stuck in the middle of two floors with her. Both guys were very handsome, about 6'2”, well built, with full heads of hair. One had black hair, short, a dark blue business suit, and carries a book with a black cover. Her assessment of the other guy, began at his sandled bare feet, his tacky khaki, wrinkled, long shorts, and his obnoxious Hawaiian shirt. His hair, long red, and unkept. He carries a black briefcase. Both were somewhere in their early 40's.
The suit, leans against the side wall, opens the book he holds, and begins reading. Mr. Casual, begins glancing over toward Cristina with his intense, deep blue eyes.
“What are you looking at?” she asks rhetorically, not expecting an answer.
“Isn't that quite obvious, Ms. Jacobs?” came his answer.
“It is not polite to stare”,the man in the suit remands.
“Who asked you, mister holier then thou?” Mr. Casual quips. “That must be a very good book you're reading. Can I have a look?”
“Our political views are too dissimilar, you would not appreciate the beginning or the ending., nor the content in between.”comes a calm voice, with eyes still looking at the book. “Your kind never likes this story.”
“Hi! Samuel I. Nightman at your service, but you can call me Sam. I write and notarize contracts, of a sort.”he announces as he holds out his hand for Christina to shake. As she does he moves closer to her. “We don't need mister stuck-up over there, we'll make our own party without him. Let him read his stupid book.”
“You only care about the, here and now. I care about the future of my body and soul.” The suit says, not looking up from his book.
“I care about my body” Christina blurts out, with contempt.
“I like you, we're going to get along fine, at least until we get out of this predicament.” Sam exclaimed.”I have an idea.” With those words, Sam pulled an elaborately engraved, silver drinking flask from his briefcase. He took a drink and offered it to Christina.
She took a bigger drink then Sam trying to impress him. It was like nothing she'd ever tasted before, and it warmed her, as it made it's way to her stomach. It relaxed her within seconds.
“Beware strangers bearing gifts, your body is a temple.” came a voice from the suits corner of the elevator car.
All she could think of saying was,”He's willing to share what he has, and the drink is an offering to my temple.” It didn't quite make sense, but she didn't care any more. She wasn't in the office bossing those business slaves around, to do her bidding., she could say what she wants. She turned to Sam, rubs his red haired chest, and asks.” You sure are hot, are you taken?”
“Not even close to taken, no one woman can handle me.” he says to her, with an air of confidence.
“Is that a challenge? I love challenges.”
“Just a fact, most women are too shy and inhibited to do the things I like to do, and where and when I like to do them.”
“Is that so?” she proclaims, as she unbuttons the two top buttons on her blouse, and takes off her jacket. “And I've got a special secret for you, between my legs. I'm not your typical woman.”
Sam turns from away from her like she's an aspiring amateur. Ignoring her, and turning his attention to some paperwork he'd pulled from the briefcase.
“He's playing you, you know?” said the suit. “He's tricking you, don't fall for it. You don't need to belittle yourself, for the like of him. Come talk with me, until we get rescued. You'll thank me later.”
“Nobody insults me, in my own building, and gets away with it.” Anger fills her voice, as she turns back toward Sam, unhooking the snap on the front of her too tight bra.
“You don't have to lower yourself to his level. Stay with me, I'll give you respect, and honor your body.” The suit pleads. “He's a user, I know his kind, they lie, deceive, and cheat their way into a relationship. Then trick you into sacrificing more then you'd planed, for a few moments of sexual pleasure. Stay over here Ms Jacobs, for your own good.”
Sam grabs her by the arm, and taunts her. “See most women just won't give me what I need when I want it. You're all too afraid to put it out there, to step outside your comfort zone. You're too ashamed just like all the rest.”
As she takes the few steps toward Sam, she pulls her blouse and bra off, throwing them to the floor.
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All's Well part 2
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Posted:Oct 15, 2012 3:41 am
Last Updated:Oct 18, 2012 2:12 pm
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Scooting out of bed, from the other side, she stared at the roundish impression, still on the blanket. Not quite sure what to do, she grabbed the blanket by the closest corner and gave it a big tug. The blanket flew off the bed, the impression was gone. It's just your imagination, Carrie told herself. After all, that was an incredible O. She tucked the blanket back in, at the bottom of the bed, and lay down to enjoy the remnants of her Orgasm. It was one of those deep intense cums that's sure to put her in la la land. As Carrie lay there basking in the afterglow of sexual release. With her body numb and non moving, but alert. She pictured the actors face, then a different one, someone she didn't know, someone soon to be her dream lover.
Waking, unwillingly at 9:20 am to the sound of a motorcycle passing by, Carrie reluctantly rolled out of bed, and headed for the bathroom to start her day. Dad will be here in an hour or so, she reminds herself, as she dresses in some old grubby cloths to be his assistant. After some breakfast, including three cups of coffee, Dad showed up.
“Hey, sweet pea, got some coffee ready for your ol' man, before we get started?” he inquired.
“Of course I do, your favorite brew.” she tells him. What she didn't tell him, is that Mom made her promise to only give him decaffeinated anything, to drink. Carrie smiled a little smile as she passed a full cup to her Dad.
“Your mother makes me drink decaffeinated.” He smiles at her and takes a sip, “damn that's good.”
After nibbling on a couple pieces of toast, with sugar/cinnamon, he motions to her to refill his coffee, then heads toward the well. He brought a four foot long chisel and a twenty pound sledge hammer, to do the deed. With any luck the big round cover will soon be history. After taking a dozen photos and numerous measurements, the destruction began. She donned a pair of heavy duty gloves and steadied the chisel while dad prepared to strike.
When the hammer made contact with the flat end of the chisel, it made a ringing sound, then as the force of the strike made it's way down the bar, there was a thunk. Little chips of rock flew into the air. Progress was going to be slow. Every half hour or so, they took a five minute break. Three breaks into the dismemberment of the rock, Dad made a suggestion.
“You know, dynamite would be faster,” he kidded, while he took a bite from the sandwich Carrie had made him. They both laughed and went back to work. Then with the next strike, there was a loud cracking sound. The cover was broken, in half. A hiss of old air came surging from the crack. Still to heavy to lift by hand, they began their routine again. It only took about an hour to make the next break. And when it broke the half in half, one of the pieces fell into the well. It kept falling and falling. Then in the deep distance they heard the piece of rock hit the bottom of the well, with a thud.
“How interesting, the well is, well, empty, as in not filled in.” Dad inquisitively commented.
“OH my, that's quite the odor.” She exclaimed, breathing in the stagnant air raising from the long ago closed hole. The breathing mask she wore did no good, so Carrie rushed to the kitchen to retrieve some air freshener spray. Between the two of them, they lifted the one quarter piece out of the hole and on to the floor.
“Strange” David exclaimed, as he examined the piece on the floor. “It's in layers, that have somehow been merged together into one solid rock. Look, it's granite on top, quartz crystal in the middle, with another layer of granite on the bottom.” He sat there dumbfounded, and confused. “I've had enough exercise for one day. How 'bout you kiddo? You ready to call it quits for the day?” He asked.
They agreed to wait until tomorrow, sat the tools out of the way, and placed the plexiglass over
the well. Placing the quarter piece of the granite atop, should keep it in place. No need to risk falling into the hole in the dark. Dad washed up, kissed Carrie on the forehead, then headed for home, leaving her alone with the hole in her floor. Carrie made some diner and watched some TV until the late night talk show was over, then got ready for bed. She was tired tonight, and had no difficulty falling asleep.
Inside her dream, Carrie was spooning in bed with her new lover, her dream self laying there enjoying the cuddle from her big strong guy. He woke up and slipped his arm under the blanket and began rubbing her tummy and side, around her waist area. She was near waking, you know the feeling. When you're mostly asleep, but on the way to waking up. Just like in real life, she was naked, her favorite way to sleep. His touches got more and more erotic, as his fingers traced their way across the bottom and sides of her breasts. Her dream self raised her arm over her head to give him full access to her upper side, and her tits. He slowly, lightly ran all four fingers up her side, proceeding to her breast, cupping it gently, in his hand, kneading it like fresh dough. Her nipples got very hard, and she felt moisture lubricating her swelling vagina. Her dream self was getting extremely horny, and so was the real her. The more aroused she got, the more she woke, Soon his hand was on it's way to the sweet treat between her legs. His fingers got closer and closer, while his lips bounced around her shoulder. At that moment Carrie experienced something we all hate. The real Carrie woke up, not only finding her dream gone, but, her arm was stretched above her head, her nipples were stiff, her pussy was swollen and wet. She was very horny, then very scared. After a few waking moments, she calmed down, and horny won out. She didn't waste any time with the details of self seduction. Just reached down between her legs, and thought of her dream lover. Her fingers moved slowly at first, then faster as the need arose. Within a few minutes she was done De-stressing herself. After a short power nap, she got out of bed, and prepared for her day.
Carrie put on her casual face make-up and walked toward the kitchen. Exiting the bedroom she froze in place like a marble or bronze statue. The only thing she could move, were her eyes. There in the middle of her dinning room her eyes observed the plexiglass cover to the well, with the piece of triple layered stone still sitting on top. Not over the hole, but, in the middle of the room.
Chapter two
I Found Out
Now, she was frightened, and began to shake and tremble. With-in moments her logic won out, telling her, it was just a dream, and there was an explanation for the cover and stone having been moved. She got busy making coffee, and some breakfast. Her father showed up a little after noon, still dressed in the suit he wears to their church services on Sunday morning. He had a change of clothes in a bag he carried. He gulped down two cups of coffee and an egg sandwich, then climbed into a pair of denim overalls, and prepared to work.
The two of them broke the second half in half in only twenty minutes. David was so excited, he was acting like a on Christmas morning. He was on a hunt for whatever treasure awaited him, in the well. He tied a flashlight to a rope and began to lower it into the well.
“I'm going to get on my PC, and start researching the inscription on the stone.” Carrie tells her dad.
“Okay, sure.” David absentmindedly replies. “Be careful”
“Don't worry dad, I will” she says with a smile. Downloading the pictures of the stone into the computer, soon she was examining the pictures under different colors of light filters. Infer red, shows almost nothing, ultra violet, the same. Let's see, maybe a light source from the north, nope, no good. A light source from the right, nope, to that too. As she was reaching for the west light source key, she accidentally clicked the strobe light effect. To her amazement, the lettering looked like it had been carved in the stone, only a few years ago. The words were sharp and clear. The inscription read.
IMPRISONED HERE august 14, 1567
John MacAdam servitor to the king
for personal use of King James V
mistress, Jonet Kennedy
“Dad,...dad, come here quick, you're not going to believe what I discovered.” Carrie yelled to David.
He went running into the room where Carrie and her PC sat. She pointed to the monitor, without a word. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he was seeing the inscription correctly. Yep, there it was, flashing off and on. Carrie explained what happened, accidentally. He stood there laughing.
“Did you know, princess, most important archaeological discoveries, are made by accident?” He asked. As the impact of the printing sank into his mind. He stumbled backward into a chair. “Find out more, can you find out more?” Carrie uploaded the page printing a couple of hard copies, her fingers already heading for the right keys to begin finding out exactly what happened to John MacAdams, so many years ago, and why.
Her dad's phone rang. David answered it before the second ring. He talked to the caller for a minute, and said, “yes dear, I'll be right home.” Closing the phone, he reluctantly turned to Carrie, with sad eyes.”Your mother tells me I forgot, her and I were to go to the Millers for an early dinner, and I'd better be home, soon. We'll have to wait to see what's in the bottom of the well until next weekend.” With that he grabbed his good cloths, kissed Carrie goodbye, and walked down her walkway . “Keep on lookin' for details, for proof ”he yelled,as the door swung closed.
Carrie was on her own until next weekend. With both of them working, and having other personal responsibilities, the treasures in the well, if any, would have to wait.
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