Based on the works of The Story Teller, in 6 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Explicit Novels.
Cassius shut the door and returned to the Queen. With another wave of his hand she felt some of her mobility returning. Immediately she tried to wrest herself from the spell only to find her energy draining away once more.
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Snow White was scared. Actually terrified would be a better word. She was standing once more in front of Derek's bedroom door and in just a few seconds that door would open and he would be standing in front of her. He was going to be furious with her; she just knew it. Oh God, what if he wanted her punished some more. She was close to panicking when the door opened.
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Prologue
Once upon a time in a fairytale land, there lived a girl of such uncommon beauty that she was regaled throughout the kingdom as the most beautiful woman in the world. In her honor, stories were written of hair as black as night that fell to a slim waist and eyes as blue as a summer sky. Ballads were sung of her skin, white as freshly fallen snow and lips as red as blood. But in the end, it was her beauty that would be her downfall. You see Snow White had a rival.
By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.
I was just about to confide to him about mine and Madison's exploits, when both girls joined us at the same time, wearing their oversized t-shirts as nighties.
"Good morning, ladies. Coffee?" I greeted.
"Oh, yes please," Becky replied.
She walked over to Ryan, put her hand on his back, and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
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I continued for another hour and a half before finally calling it a day. The garden was looking great, and Mrs. Taylor was extremely grateful. I even got a "looks good" response from Mr. Taylor: definite progress.
"Would it be okay if I used your shower to clean up?" I asked Mrs. Taylor.
"Of course, dear. There should be fresh towels already out."
"Lovely, thanks, Mrs. Taylor."
I was just about to go up the stairs when Madison and Becky were coming down in the opposite direction.
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"This stuff is warmer than I'd thought it would be and so thick."
"It's a nightmare to get out of hair too," I added.
"Just as well I shave everything then isn't it."
Madison climbed back on to the bed and laid down next to me. We both stared at the ceiling.
Madison turned her head to the side to face me, so I mirrored her.
I could see her eyes looking directly into mine.
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The teacher sat there, just staring outward from his desk. He wore a look that said he didn't want to be here anymore than we did.
The classroom itself was virtually empty. It was just me and one other student.
It was a girl called Madison and she was sitting on the far end of the table, opposite me.
I could see she was busy writing away on a piece of paper, prompting me to glance down at the piece of paper in front of me. I appeared to have written down 'I love Madison' at least a hundred times.
Based on a post by Farmer jill. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.
Forward: This story is about a first time, two virgins no less. However, the setting is in a dystopian future. If sci-fi is not your thing, you might still like this. Be brave.
Many are fascinated by the concept of the "mail order bride." It still occurs today, but with instant communications, etc., it is not as interesting or romantic as back in the "good old days" of the American Wild West. Maybe this will happen again one day in the future, who knows?
Marco Mendes finished climbing until he reached the top of the hill. It wasn't a mountain or even a very tall hill, those were for the rich. He wanted one last look around at his part of the Rio-Paulo Metropolitan Area before he left. Colloquially known as Rio Paolo or Super Favela. Marco had been told that Rio Paolo had over 150 million inhabitants. Rio Paolo is a city in what used to be the old country of Brazil. Not that long ago, Brazil had that many people in the whole country. He couldn't confirm this because there was no longer access to the internet, nor were there things called "encyclopedias." The old timers talked about being able to "google" anything on the internet, but that was before the changes. Now only the rich could "google" things if that even still existed. Books didn't exist at all. Everything was on screens, and the screens only showed what was allowed by the ‘Corporate Council’.
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Even though it is right in front of you, you don't always see what's good for you. Sometimes you need a little nudge. This is about a couple of mine.
When I was five, Jenny's family moved in directly across the street from us. Our families became good friends right away. Due to the fact that there was nobody else our age living nearby (Jenny is three months older than I am), we soon became inseparable.
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I had known Alex Newberry my entire life. He was the boy down the street during my childhood, the boy behind me throughout school, and the boy who I always wished would see me as more than just "one of the boys." Especially since I was a girl.
But I'd never pressed for anything more. I didn't want to ruin our friendship. His family was my second family. Even his nana considered me as her granddaughter.
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"I was young. Though at the time I thought I was pretty old for a virgin. I'd finished at the university and then I had completed my training to become a certified church youth director. Seminary would come a few years later.
"I was thrilled to accept an offer for a youth director position at a large church. I was desperate to hit all the marks; I was eager to get to know the kids and I was adamant that I would be a fine, upright and un-besmirched example of Christian virtue for the youth.
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THE FREAK; Part 5; The Conclusion
Over the river and through the woods.
The roads in this part of the Island are narrow two-lane secondary roads with
low speed limits and frequent no-passing zones, but the traffic is typically
light. I headed west until I ran into Route 25A. It runs along the North Shore
all the way from Queens to Riverhead, the Suffolk County seat. From Riverhead
the bungalow was only a half-hour away. There was no driveway so I drove onto
the lawn, parking next to Mom's car, just before lunch. Carole and my other
sisters ran out to see us and Kelly was excited to see them, as well. All the
same, I slipped her leash onto the collar before letting her out. She sniffed
Marie and Angela then licked Carole's face as I handed her the leash's handle.
She ran off, leading our pet into the house. Barbara was laughing. Quite a
welcome, eh?
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The house looks nice, Jack.
I'm sure it is, but I doubt we ll live there. he'doesn t want to do it. He was
looking for an excuse not to. He also thinks he can cheat us out of a thousand
dollars. Once he gets his hands on that money we ll never get it back.
Can he'do that?
He ll come up with some phantom problem and we ll have to go to court to get
it back. it's a good location, but I'm sure Mr. Silverman will advise us not to
get involved.
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THE FREAK; Part 4
That happened much earlier that I had thought. She and Mr.
Gleason were at the house at eight the following morning, arriving just before
my Aunt Debbie and Uncle Dave with my cousins. We left the house at 8:35 in
three cars; Mr. and Mrs. Gleason with my parents and Angela, the cousins with
Aunt Debbie and Uncle Dave, and my remaining two sisters with Barbara and me.
Angela volunteered to get on line if necessary as we would be about ten minutes
later due to picking up Eli.
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What happened to your face, Jack?
You did, I replied with a little chuckle.
Oh, no! Did I pee on you? I'm so sorry.
No; no; it's not urine. Did you have seven orgasms?
I don t know. I kind of lost track. I don t know what you did to me, but it
was incredible. I came quickly and then I kept on cumming and cumming. I didn't
think it was ever going to stop.
Well, every time you came I got flooded. I don t know what it was, but I m
glad I was able to do it for you.
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THE FREAK; Part 2
We were in my car and on our way when Barbara asked, Would you'really have
fought with that guy?
No; I knew he'd back off. He was all mouth. If he really wanted to hurt me he
and his buddies would have jumped me without any warning. How about we get some
seafood tonight? I know of a good restaurant just down the road in Bronxville.
Barbara agreed and ten minutes later we were seated at a table, menus in our
hands.
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PROLOGUE.
My legal name is John; John Joseph French, but nobody who knows me; not even a
single teacher; calls me by my legal name. My family calls me Jack or JJ. All
my friends call me Freak. it's not an insult. it's a term of endearment. After
all, how many people do you know who celebrate two birthdays? I have my
original one; November 12, 1942; and I have my Re-birthday ; March 27, 1951.
It was the'day I almost died. It was the'day I was reborn. It was the'day my
life changed forever.
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I said, “this is pretty fucking good.”
She said; “if you like that, you should feel it without the condom.”
She rolled off, pulled off the condom and threw it away. She said “don't worry, my body is too drained from wrestling, I haven't had a period in 3 months,” just before she slid back down on me. So hot, so tight, so wet. I wasn't going to last long and she could see it in my face.
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Being nearly a year older, I developed physically and mentally at a pace the other guys couldn’t keep. It helped me get the girls’ attention and interest.
Sadly, my academic development was nothing to boast about.
Kaitlin was a sporty little blonde, with tiny tits, a tight ass, brown eyes, a great smile and perfect teeth.
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(The following story is set in Northeast Louisiana in December 1844, the antebellum South. It is a harvest celebration. The language used is authentically Southern from the time period. All of the characters mentioned herein are between 18 and 21 years of age. This is the first of a series of stories told from both the female and the male perspectives.)
Friday night finally arrived. East Louisianans from far and near showed up for the celebration, some with slaves in tow. The Leone's, the Bannisters, the Greens, the Thompkins, the Jenkins, the Mullins, the Gastons, the Harknesses and a plethora of other farm families showed up along with various riff raff, drunks and drifters looking for a good time. Or a fight. The Harvest Dance attracted attendees from all walks of life.
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"He say I 'posed to suck he cock when he get here. He say he got a big un," Beulah Thompkins commented offhandedly as she scrubbed a berry stain from a white linen shirt.
"Dey all say dat," her sister Miriam snipped back. "What he gon' giv'n you if'n you does?" Her dark hands were lathered in lye soap.
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Gretchen Thompkins lay awake in her bed. She was alone, reflecting over her day even as she anticipated good times at the upcoming Louisiana Harvest Dance, a fixture in small communities of the antebellum South.
Like her neighbor Annie Leone, Gretchen was a big farm girl, just shy of six feet tall, with thick thighs and burnished blonde hair that trended auburn. She had luscious tits, green eyes and (not surprisingly) well developed biceps.
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A week later Charlie and Annie's brother Ben sat by the edge of this same pool. Both boys were naked save for their raggedy grey shorts. Both boys were muscular farm hands, heady with the physicality of youth. Ben was a shade taller than Charlie, but Charlie's shoulders were wider. Rugged forced labor had hardened the black boy and forced him into pre-mature manhood.
They were fishing. Already they'd accumulated an admirable string of specks, bream, and even a couple of smallmouth bass.
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Annette peered cautiously thru the bushes. The young blonde paused, carefully placing each step. She was barefoot and she didn't want to roust any critters. Though she knew this path well it always paid to be watchful.
She heard a splash nearby and knew it for what it was. It was Charlie, her brother's black friend and fishing partner. He was swimming alone in the pool. She steeled her nerves to set herself. This is it. One last look up the trail,
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The Cessna 1 80 came down hard, somewhere on the Polynesian waters; the waves causing it to buck and pitch. The landing might have been successful had not a pontoon brushed against an unseen outcrop of coral just below the water's surface. The airplane lurched onto its side, perching on the coral and rocking unsteadily.
"We have to get out of here now," shouted the pilot, whose name was Gaston, as he attempted to open the door. One of the passengers helped him. The pilot climbed out of the leaning aircraft and reached down into the cockpit and helped Daisy first and then each of the four male passengers climb out. "Jump into the water," he said. "The plane is going to tip." Daisy and the men jumped clear of the aircraft into the deep water surrounding the coral head. The pilot was the last to jump and when he did, the airplane tumbled over, ending upside down in the water and slowly sinking until only one wingtip was exposed.
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The afternoon and early evening hours dragged on uneventfully. I had bathed (again), and put on a dark wool shirt and faded jeans. While the snow continued falling, I snacked on cookies and absentmindedly tried to watch part of a football game. Flipping off the TV, I tried surfing some porn, but the flavor of mint chocolate cookies drew my thoughts back to the taste of a luscious young Girl Scout Leader's lips and the feeling of a tight pussy enveloping my cock.
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Stepping from the shower, on this blustery cold November Saturday morning; I caught a reflection of my masculine nude body in the full-length mirror on the back of my bathroom door. I'd always wished I was taller than my 5 foot 10 inches, but I had no other regrets about the muscular build of my toned 36-year-old body.
I handed the phone to the sleepy girl sprawled against me. "Hey Mom." Summer yawned, voice fogged with blissful satisfaction. I could still hear Sheila on the other end. "Sweetie I'm so sorry, but I have to work late. I miss you. Is it okay if James takes care of you tonight?"
"Sure Mom, that's fine. He's such a fine man, momma."
"Are you two having fun?" Sheila asked.
"Yeah. We watched a porno and he got me off with his fingers."
Oh Shit! My brain exploded into desperate panic. Did she just tell her mom what happened? I was fucking Dead! "James? James?" Summer was holding the phone to my ear. "Are you there?" The world spun dizzily around me. "Yeah."