Incest--Revenge Fucking

Chapter 1 Pale-blond Christopher (Snowy) Roper walked near-fatigued the short distance from the moored 38 ft twin hull catamaran at the Search and Rescue jetty, the skipper and four other crew already driving off in different directions. They'd been searching since dawn for two boys reported missing in an 8ft 6in aluminium dinghy named Unsinkable, powered by a small 5 hp outboard motor and it was now almost 9.30 pm. All that had been recovered were two oars from the boat, with the dinghy's name painted in black on each oar. Snowy called into one of the boy's parents five doors down from his bach (small cottage). While Jeff using crutches walked carefully to haul a couple of beers from the fridge, Mrs Robbins clung to Snowy and sobbed, "We were emailed the final search report (sob). Bad luck and you looked fucked (sob)." "Yeah, tough conditions out there especially the first three hours," said the 31-year-old. "Big swells, high winds curling the to

1970's twelfth grade English. Missus O'Callahan. A statuesque redhead with a beguiling Irish lilt to her voice. I had no idea if she was really attractive but at the time I was captivated, enthralled. It didn't hurt that she wore miniskirts and sat on her desk in front of me giving me many glimpses of her colorful panty collection. These views of her exotic panties would lead to furious masturbation sessions when I got home. Miniskirts were everywhere and glimpses of the girls and even a teachers panties was common, especially if you put a little effort into it. I seemed to put in more than most. It had gone from a passion to an obsession and Miss O was a regular feast for my eyes and imagination. Unlike the usual pedestrian panties that the girls my age wore the view up Misses O's skirts was always something spectacular. She often didn't wear pantyhose which gave to better viewing of her panty selections and on occasion she would even wore nylons with a garter or

Catherine was born to a relatively affluent family residing in London, the daughter of a well reputed General Practitioner and his loving housewife. Being the only daughter, the term spoiled brat isn't far from being an apt description of Catherine's personality. Posh private schooling, a nanny to cater for her every whim, porcelain dolls and handmade toy prams, the darling of her doting parents. A world of culture and arts was her abode and no luxury was beyond reach, for in this charmed existence, the world was truly at her feet. Summers spent in the countryside with pastimes of horse riding and swimming kept away the grotesque fat often acquired by those who look down on the masses. In any case her Irish ancestry, traced to those who survived the famine, ensured she would forever remain lithe and slim. The lower body had become firm and supple from the sports she played, giving her ass the toned definition and roundness that was the recipient of many a slap and pats from a

Fall was coming, and with it came the rains. For awhile it seemed as if we were going to have to start building the Ark, but then came a morning with blue skies and the shining sun. It was early in the season so the sun was still strong enough to dry things out quickly. I was waiting to return to my college classes in the neighboring town and was enjoying my time off, having left my summer internship a couple of weeks ago. I would turn 21 in a month, was starting my junior year, and I could not wait to get back to school. Being an upper classman, being of legal drinking age - I didn't know how this year was going was going to be anything but spectacular. I had no idea. I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee while Mom puttered around the kitchen, and I took that opportunity to admire her body. Mom, Kate (or Catherine, or Katie, depending on her mood), looked particularly good that morning. I had had a crush on her for years. She had no idea that the cum-stained jockeys

Hi, I thought I'd share this story about my wife and I, which strangely turned sexual. Whenever I've told it to anyone else they just laugh, pat me on the back and shake their heads. My name is Gary, I am 34 and a pretty average looking guy; my 24 year old wife Rachel is very cute (has chubby cheeks that are usually rosy), 5'1", slim, with pert B cup breasts and long brown hair usually kept in a ponytail. We both enjoyed long walking holidays and were attempting to complete the West Highland Way in Scotland, sometime in the early 1990's. The weather was supposed to be favourable, dry and not too warm. However, well into our third day walk it started pouring down and the temperature plummeted; we were still about ten miles from our planned B&B accommodation. We continued walking in the cold rain for over a hour, even my expensive Gore-Tex waterproofs leaked through and soaked everything I was wearing. I knew from studying the map that there was a bothy, six mi