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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,488
Reviews:
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Recommended:
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This is a work of fiction about oral and anal sex between adults and minors of both sexes. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely co
Part 8
©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
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Part 8
"Oh, it's wonderful to see you. I'm Ms. Riley. Please call me Doreen. At Prairie Scribe, they're all dying to see you, Frankie. But I'm the lucky one. I get to meet you first. Mrs. Wilson, please come in. You both must be tired from your trip."
"Call me Ginny. This is a very unusual house. I mean it's lovely and all, but..."
"It's an old school house. It was abandoned when I bought it ten years ago. They were about to tear it down but I could see its possibilities. It took two years and a lot of money, but I created a home out of it." She pointed out there were two big classrooms downstairs, and two up, with high ceilings typical of that era, and a center hall with stairs. One of the first floor rooms was converted to a large living room. The other to a combination kitchen/dining room, so she could work on meals and still visit with her guests. Upstairs, the rooms both became bedrooms. "Ginny, you can sleep in my bedroom. I'm sure your young man would prefer to be by himself in the guest room. My nephews always sleep there when they come to visit." Ginny and Frankie looked at each other and shrugged. So much for their plans for strapon fun. Doreen seemed to have everything worked out, and they both figured it best to go along.
"What's that door?" Frankie asked, snooping around the upstairs hall.
"That just goes up to the attic." Then with wide eyes and a devilish grin, "My nephews think it's haunted."
"Ooooh, scary, just like my book!"
After a delicious dinner, Doreen thought Frankie looked tired and suggested he might want to go to bed. "It'll be a busy day tomorrow." He kissed his mother and went upstairs.
"You have made this a lovely home, Doreen. Why do you think it stood empty so long?"
"Well, the school has a sad history, and whenever buyers got wind of it, I guess they got spooked. You see, about fifty years ago, the school janitor committed suicide up in the attic. Here, let me show you." She went to the wall and took down a framed newspaper article. "Yeah, I know it's sorta gruesome hanging a thing like this on my wall, but it's part of the heritage of the place." She handed it to Ginny to read:
"May 14. The body of Richard Gillespie, janitor at Frankfort Grammar School, was found Friday afternoon hanging by a rope tied to a beam in the school's attic. The discovery was made by an unidentified student. Gillespie left no suicide note. He had no immediate family in the area."
"Oh my. How terrible. That poor child must have been traumatized!"
"I can't figure out why he,--I assume it was a boy, I don't know why,--why he went up into the attic. The article leaves a lot of questions unanswered. Some day when I have time I'd like to research the story and find out what really happened."
"You know, my father-in-law grew up in Frankfort. Maybe he went to this school."
"He must have. It was the only one in town then."
"He never mentioned the suicide. Not to me at least. Doreen, would you mind if I go up to bed also? I'm feeling tired. Maybe it's jet lag."
"Actually, I was about to retire as well. You go ahead. I just have to lock up down here. Then I'll be up."
Ginny noticed Doreen only had one queen sized bed in her bedroom. She shrugged, "Well, maybe that's how they entertain guests in Chicago. They gotta keep each other warm through the long midwestern winters." Her hostess came in as Ginny started to undress. "I can't thank you enough, Doreen, for inviting us into your home." As Doreen slipped out of the professional pantsuit off, Ginny couldn't help noticing her prominent tramp stamp. "This is quite an experience for us. Frankie is going to remember it forever." Ginny was never uncomfortable disrobing in front of other people, young or old, male or female. Doreen didn't seem to mind either, and they both continued to talk as they stripped.
"I'm glad you came with him, Ginny." Actually, Doreen was very glad. She was quietly admiring Ginny's tits and ass. Ginny opened her suitcase to get the nightgown she brought. When she packed it, she planned on wearing it to breakfast, not necessarily to bed with Frankie. As she rustled around, Doreen's sharp eyes caught sight of something. "Oh, Girl. Is that what I think it is?" Damn it, she saw Frankie's strapon! "Something told me you were one of us, Sister. I'm so fuckin happy." Doreen kissed her neck and put her arm around to caress Ginny's boobs. Ginny thought the something couldn't be more wrong, but what could she say? She couldn't tell the publishers their great child prodigy fucks his mommy. Ginny lowered her eyes demurely and smiled silently. Doreen was ecstatic. "Oh, Honey. We're going to have fun tonight. You're obviously the wife, which suits this butch dyke just fine. You just hand me that thing and we'll get down to business. Ginny lay on the bed, her eyes closed, and imagined it was one of her wolf pack tonguing her beaver, and Russell rubbing her tits, or after a while Jody fucking her like crazy with the big plastic cock.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Part 8
"Oh, it's wonderful to see you. I'm Ms. Riley. Please call me Doreen. At Prairie Scribe, they're all dying to see you, Frankie. But I'm the lucky one. I get to meet you first. Mrs. Wilson, please come in. You both must be tired from your trip."
"Call me Ginny. This is a very unusual house. I mean it's lovely and all, but..."
"It's an old school house. It was abandoned when I bought it ten years ago. They were about to tear it down but I could see its possibilities. It took two years and a lot of money, but I created a home out of it." She pointed out there were two big classrooms downstairs, and two up, with high ceilings typical of that era, and a center hall with stairs. One of the first floor rooms was converted to a large living room. The other to a combination kitchen/dining room, so she could work on meals and still visit with her guests. Upstairs, the rooms both became bedrooms. "Ginny, you can sleep in my bedroom. I'm sure your young man would prefer to be by himself in the guest room. My nephews always sleep there when they come to visit." Ginny and Frankie looked at each other and shrugged. So much for their plans for strapon fun. Doreen seemed to have everything worked out, and they both figured it best to go along.
"What's that door?" Frankie asked, snooping around the upstairs hall.
"That just goes up to the attic." Then with wide eyes and a devilish grin, "My nephews think it's haunted."
"Ooooh, scary, just like my book!"
After a delicious dinner, Doreen thought Frankie looked tired and suggested he might want to go to bed. "It'll be a busy day tomorrow." He kissed his mother and went upstairs.
"You have made this a lovely home, Doreen. Why do you think it stood empty so long?"
"Well, the school has a sad history, and whenever buyers got wind of it, I guess they got spooked. You see, about fifty years ago, the school janitor committed suicide up in the attic. Here, let me show you." She went to the wall and took down a framed newspaper article. "Yeah, I know it's sorta gruesome hanging a thing like this on my wall, but it's part of the heritage of the place." She handed it to Ginny to read:
"May 14. The body of Richard Gillespie, janitor at Frankfort Grammar School, was found Friday afternoon hanging by a rope tied to a beam in the school's attic. The discovery was made by an unidentified student. Gillespie left no suicide note. He had no immediate family in the area."
"Oh my. How terrible. That poor child must have been traumatized!"
"I can't figure out why he,--I assume it was a boy, I don't know why,--why he went up into the attic. The article leaves a lot of questions unanswered. Some day when I have time I'd like to research the story and find out what really happened."
"You know, my father-in-law grew up in Frankfort. Maybe he went to this school."
"He must have. It was the only one in town then."
"He never mentioned the suicide. Not to me at least. Doreen, would you mind if I go up to bed also? I'm feeling tired. Maybe it's jet lag."
"Actually, I was about to retire as well. You go ahead. I just have to lock up down here. Then I'll be up."
Ginny noticed Doreen only had one queen sized bed in her bedroom. She shrugged, "Well, maybe that's how they entertain guests in Chicago. They gotta keep each other warm through the long midwestern winters." Her hostess came in as Ginny started to undress. "I can't thank you enough, Doreen, for inviting us into your home." As Doreen slipped out of the professional pantsuit off, Ginny couldn't help noticing her prominent tramp stamp. "This is quite an experience for us. Frankie is going to remember it forever." Ginny was never uncomfortable disrobing in front of other people, young or old, male or female. Doreen didn't seem to mind either, and they both continued to talk as they stripped.
"I'm glad you came with him, Ginny." Actually, Doreen was very glad. She was quietly admiring Ginny's tits and ass. Ginny opened her suitcase to get the nightgown she brought. When she packed it, she planned on wearing it to breakfast, not necessarily to bed with Frankie. As she rustled around, Doreen's sharp eyes caught sight of something. "Oh, Girl. Is that what I think it is?" Damn it, she saw Frankie's strapon! "Something told me you were one of us, Sister. I'm so fuckin happy." Doreen kissed her neck and put her arm around to caress Ginny's boobs. Ginny thought the something couldn't be more wrong, but what could she say? She couldn't tell the publishers their great child prodigy fucks his mommy. Ginny lowered her eyes demurely and smiled silently. Doreen was ecstatic. "Oh, Honey. We're going to have fun tonight. You're obviously the wife, which suits this butch dyke just fine. You just hand me that thing and we'll get down to business. Ginny lay on the bed, her eyes closed, and imagined it was one of her wolf pack tonguing her beaver, and Russell rubbing her tits, or after a while Jody fucking her like crazy with the big plastic cock.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.