Mobile, Alabama, 4:30 pm "Great presentation, Douglas. I think the City board loved our...your designs." smiled Doug's boss "Sidney Armstrong" co-owner of "Armstrong & Wyatt, Builder's" an Architectural firm that supplied it's own Construction crews to Greater Alabama. Walking down the hall of the County Courthouse in Mobile they could only share in thei...
The Greyhound bus rumbled on through the dark, cloudy night. Virtually all of the fifteen or so other passengers were asleep; only two passengers happened to have their overhead lights activated, and it appeared that both of them were reading, and one of them was also listening to something through his headphones. Even though it must have been about 2:30AM...
Prefix to Chapter 3 Dear Reader, I advise you to read Parts 1 & 2 before you start here. Part 1 tells about Bubbles summer job and how she scraped together the money to go off to New York. Needless to say her sexual misadventures in the Pharmacy were legion. Part 2 tells of the exciting bus ride on her way to New York and her adventures with a grinning reta...
The flirtation has been hot and heavy and the anticipation of a possible encounter almost too much to bear! Each one wondering what that first time would be like, would they be in sync as they suspected they would be? Would they ever be able to find out? The tantalizing draw of forbidden fruit so deliciously tempting... The bus comes to a stop and the drive...
"Do you remember your first time?" Margie asked me. I choked as I tried to swallow a mouthful of sweet milk and look up from her heavy dark nippled breast. Her milk dribbled down my chin as I asked her "My first time, or ours?" "Yours. Tell me about the first time you had sex with a girl." "You pick the damndest times to ask questions. I was busy, ya know...
Part 1 Triston and Alexa caught the last bus to their destinations. Alexa was going home to Trilly to her mate. Triston was going home to what he hopes to his mate as well. They both were looking for Jen, Triston's love. She has disappeared into the night without even a note left to let Triston know what was going on. The first person he contacted after the...
I am not a rich guy so I can't afford a four-wheeler. I can't afford a transport wench and a house wench like Jackson has either, or that bastard Smith who tells everybody who will listen that he has two transport wenches and two house wenches too. On work days, my transport wench straps on her leather sandals and her ball-gag, complete with a leather dr...
Part Two: Back Seat of the Bus. The first thing I noticed when I stepped on to the platform was, of course, the stink of ass. One of my sexual tormentors may have gotten a good anal tongue bath but, in my haste to clean my face, I had neglected to clean out my nose... It was slick and sticky with bum-juice all the way up both nostrils, and its pungent, sti...
Note: all characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 years or older. * I made sure to sit my bags down in front of the others that the station’s associate was going to place under the bus for storage. My strategic placement proved fruitful when the uniformed man grabbed it first and threw it underneath, a little more careless than I’d like, but I stil...
"You're not... um... yeah, I think you are..." I stammered to find the right words to say as I pushed my long, dark hair behind my ear. The letter was already in his hands so that plan was already shot to hell. "I'm not what?" he laughed as he sat up from the bench, "Yeah, I'm Taylor. Crazy out there, huh?" Slowly he got up from the bench and sauntered ov...