WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. This chapter may seem to ramble even more than usual as it was originally several very short parts which have been combined into a single chapter. Chapter 37: King of the Castle Friday turned out to be prett...
This story is a work of fiction and all characters are over the age of 18. My characters have taken on lives of their own. I'm not so much creating the chapters as writing them down as the characters live them. Comments are welcome, especially if they give me direction on themes and what aspects of their lives I delve into as the story unfolds. I've edit...
A Boiled Frog has ranked extremely well -- much higher than I deserve -- thanks to the feedback and voting of you. SO, THANK YOU. I was worried Part 6, with very little hardcore action, would be poorly received, but it's my highest-ranking submission yet. That tells me that you guys are enjoying my journey and willing to accept my lack of worldly knowledge....
Ashley spied the lit-up neon sign blaring out at her from the right side of the road: "Taco Sombrero!" Briefly checking her blind spot, she smoothly switched lanes and pulled into the small parking lot, taking a place near the front door. As she brought the red Pontiac to a stop, she leaned back in the drivers seat and let out a slow sigh, eyes staring up in...
In 1984, I worked a summer job as research assistant for my brother-in-law, Richard, a forestry professor at Boise State University. The job, conducting pine bark beetle surveys, took me into the wilderness four days each week, and during my time off, I stayed with Rich, my sister Abbey, and their young children, Chloe, 3, and Luke, newborn. June 4th was m...
Long, Long, Long Ago in Evergreen "PUSSY BE FREE!" shouted runners and those at the forest edge in all octaves. An assortment of men in various bright and muted clothing with multiple dialects and excited commands cheered and jeered as the scores of fresh ladies were about to be released. The crimson sheet was dropped from Great Tree of Promise and the c...
Chapter 2: The Indian Intern in the office. I stood up as fast as I could and wedged my cock into the crack of her impressive butt. I pushed that glorious ass meat around my cock and began humping Laila like a dog in heat. It only took five minutes before I began showering her massive donk with a virtual geyser of cum completely glazing her cheeks. "Oh yea...
WEDNESDAY When working nights, one gets used to sleeping in as late as necessary. While working in the coffee shop, there was nothing worse than the feeling of waking up completely rested. That invariably meant that she slept through her alarm. Layla was alarmed to be thrown out of her dream by someone rocking her back and forth by her shoulder. For a mome...
FRIDAY Layla couldn't remember the last time she'd made her bed when the sheets weren't still warm from being freshly cleaned. Her bed was only ever made from whenever she put them on until she pulled them out from their tucked position to wrap in them like a big cozy worm. With all the huge beds Selena had in her house, even with two people in them, and n...
Author's note: This chapter is about ten years late, but oh well. I decided to scrap the planned non-con for this story, instead continuing on a dub-con route similar to the first chapter. I suppose I just wanted the story to be a bit more wholesome. Anyway, enjoy! P.S: To that one anon who was really A N G E R Y in the comment section of chapter 1, and who...