We have one more chapter to go. We break away from the boys a bit in this one, but they show a united front. Simply read and enjoy. Thank you for following this tale. A special thanks to Overstar for taking time to edit this chapter. Any errors found are my fault and not his, as I tweaked it a bit after I got it back. Now: Chapter 9. IR2R Sunday morning...
My name is Amy. I can't believe how stupid I have been. I only hope I have not destroyed my marriage and killed the love of my husband and soul mate. We met when he came to our small town, fresh out of the seminary. Our church needed an assistant pastor as, the current pastor, Reverend Miller was getting on in years and his health was failing. The church c...
Sliding my long and thick, uncircumcised black dick into the widening asshole of a chubby, dark-skinned black woman, a strange thought enters my consciousness. The only time today's black women seem to notice black men is when those same black men are seen in the company of white women. When a black man is by himself, he's of no interest and no worth to the...
There is no sex in this story. It is instead an exploration of the double standards and hypocrisy that exist in today's society towards those people in the sex industry, the prostitutes and brothel owners who see themselves as participants in a service industry that sometimes caters for those who would destroy it. I am aware that I'm going out on a limb wit...
Author's Note: My stories are usually based on real-life events and tend to have religious themes. They are more about the process of corruption or good-girl-gone-bad, than about overt sex. If that doesn't appeal to you, then you probably won't want to waste your time reading what I write. On the other hand, what I write tends to be real-life events that hav...
Copyright 2009 by madengineer3 This story is pure fiction. Any similarities in names and places are purely coincidental. The story starts in the late 1950s. All participants are over eighteen and willing. I want to thank MiliktheRed for his excellent editing. * Our guest, Sue, had been badly banged up. She had been mercilessly beaten by a customer, who w...
Gene Bardwell stared at the beauty sitting in the front row of pews as he settled in behind the pulpit and prepared for that Sunday's sermon. As he did, he could feel the stirring in his groin that he always felt when he thought about her. And he was especially excited on this day because of the material he'd chosen for his sermon that day. He smiled sardon...
Special Thanks to my own private consultant. When an author has no experience with a particular emotion, it is best to seek out those who know of it first hand. Thanks again. Additionally, I thank my editor, Erik Thread, for his patience and skills, not only with the words, but for his tutelage. * "I guess I couldn't expect any better. After all, I am a ba...
This weekend was a funny one. As the previous weekend, my wife had arranged to go on a course Saturday, and would be leaving at nine thirty, and, in addition, she mentioned to me on Friday evening that she needed to wash her hair before she went on Saturday morning. Clearly we were not going to have any sex on Saturday morning, which would probably mean no s...
I lay in bed, awake, when I shouldn't have been. I had gone to sleep early, very tired, but now - according to my cell phone/alarm clock - it was 2:17 AM, and my body & brain have decided to awaken - a good 3-4 hours ahead of schedule. I hate when this happens because now, if I stay up, my sleep schedule will be out of sorts tomorrow. ...and I still don't r...