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He pulled the box out of his pocket. He decided not to kneel, this
felt right. "Rosalie, you put this song in my heart. I never
knew I could love anybody, or be loved. I drowned in those big brown
eyes the minute I saw them, when you poured your soul into mine.
These last six weeks have been the happiest in my entire life, and
I'm only sorry it didn't happen sooner."
"How did you know? This is the one I've been looking at for
months!" Rosalie held it up to her cheek. "James, it's so
soft, and the colors!" She lifted it up and looked it over in
the lamplight.
"It just made me think of you, and the way you have
brightened my life."
Rosalie was known around town for being an exceptional young lady.
She was kind, smart, and resourceful. She loved beauty without
frivolity, loved music and art without pretension, and was kind
without being phony. She enjoyed volunteering with the children at
her church, and socializing with the young people. Mini-golf,
bowling, going to the movies; Rosalie was a fun and friendly person,
and everyone who met her found her to be a pleasing person to spend
time with.
Rosalie and James laid on her bed, breathing hard, when he started
to laugh incredulously. What had just happened? Had a life-long
hermit, purposely indifferent to girls and romance and the
possibility of ever, ever falling for someone, just made desperate,
passionate love? And not just to any girl, but the sweetest little
garden sprite imaginable? Was he actually thinking in metaphors? Is
that what love does?
She looked like a poem. That's the only way James could think to
describe her.
In that moment, as she stood in front of the church, the wind
blowing gold and rust colored leaves around her, her dark ponytail
swinging softly, her arms crossed over her chest, clasping as though
she was facing not only the gusty air but an invisible army, her full
maroon skirt pulled tight against her and billowing behind her like a
cape. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips red, and she glanced over at
him.
'Watch and learn, bitch." Muriel said, doing exaggerated jaw
loosening exercises as she came over to me. We all laughed which
helped me relax a bit and the cumming sensation abate.
She started by kissing me and sticking her tongue nearly down my
throat, god she had a long tongue.
She took hold of my cock and laughed that her fingers no where
near met around the girth. She started licking the head as if it was
an ice-cream, her tongue making large circles without her head
moving. I was transfixed and felt a small amount of sticky pre cum
ooze out, Muriel eagerly lapping it up. She took me into her mouth,
taking three quarters of me on her first attempt.
The spell was broken, I was suddenly fully aware of the other
people in the room, all of whom it appeared had been taking pictures,
spread in a semi circle, all looking directly at me and Joyce. I
tried turning slightly away as if it might hide my increasing hard
on, I felt myself blushing a bit, there was no hiding it.
I was just about to turn around and brazen it out, as if it was
the most natural thing in the world when Jake came to my rescue.
"I had another couple of scenes in mind if we have time."
"We have plenty of time, what did you have in mind?"
Sarah asked.
"What", "Wow", "Yeah," or words to
that effect stumbled from my mouth. Or maybe I said nothing, so
dumbfounded was I. Sarah smiled, her green eyes twinkling. Sensing
and probably enjoying my confusion she leaned forward and whispered
in my ear,"I said I want to sleep with you tonight, what do you
say?"
Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 10
In the Smokey Mountains of
Tennessee, there is a university dedicated to the sciences. In the time when
great benefactors like Carnegie & Vanderbilt were establishing institutions
to advance the knowledge of mankind, a private college was founded.
But some knowledge is older than the very hills where this campus was built.
Join us for a series of stories. Learn how generations of scholars have seen
their lives changed by what they experienced at T I T S.
Now, here’s another legend
in the series.
Randy’s Girlfriend, Emily, contends with Her Aunt Ruth’s Buxom Delights.
My girlfriend and I were visiting her Mom for the week between
semesters at T I T S. Yeah, I know. It's a funny acronym. Tennessee Institute
of Technology and Science is a well-respected but little known university. I
went there because I was an athlete and they offered a full ride. Emily was
there because the women in her family had been attending for generations. Her
Mom and Aunt had both graduated. Her Grandma had gone there and a whole bunch
of other women in the family had attended as well.
Emily and I had only been dating for a little while but I
knew as soon as I met her that I was interested. Really interested. When I
first saw Emily she had been sunbathing behind her dorm in a secluded little
nook. As soon as she realized that I had stumbled across her Emily put on a
bulky hoodie. But it had been too late! Emily was one of those quietly sexy
girls. She had big tits, slender waist and legs that went on forever. You would
have no idea if you had not seen her in a bikini as I had! In everyday life,
Emily looked like a nerd. Well, she was a nerd! Smart as a whip, she usually
wore glasses which hid her amazing blue eyes. She held her hair back with a
plastic headband and wore bulky loose clothes that gave no hint as to the
amazing body underneath!
Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 9
In the Smokey Mountains of
Tennessee, there is a university dedicated to the sciences. In the time when
great benefactors like Carnegie & Vanderbilt were establishing institutions
to advance the knowledge of mankind, a private college was founded.
But some knowledge is older than the very hills where this campus was built.
Join us for a series of stories. Learn how generations of scholars have seen
their lives changed by what they experienced at T I T S.
Over the next couple of weeks I
managed, just barely, to keep up with two demanding, sexual predacious lovers.
Both women seemed hell bent on not letting my cock go soft!
And in the course of those weeks
I continued to grow. Professor B was the first to measure my progress. She was
amazed and excited when she found out that I now stretched the tape beyond
fifteen inches! Marge was excited and amazed when I proved to have grown to
almost eight inches girth! Both of them continued to fuck me every chance they
got. I don't think Marge ever caught on to the fact that she was sharing my
massive cock and balls with Professor Builtup. And Professor B never complained
that she wasn't the only woman riding my erection.
Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 8
In the Smokey Mountains of
Tennessee, there is a university dedicated to the sciences. In the time when
great benefactors like Carnegie & Vanderbilt were establishing institutions
to advance the knowledge of mankind, a private college was founded.
But some knowledge is older than the very hills where this campus was built.
Join us for a series of stories. Learn how generations of scholars have seen
their lives changed by what they experienced at T I T S.
It was a normal day at the
Agricultural Research Building at Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science,
or T I T S, an obscure but well-regarded research University. I am part of a
team trying to develop faster growing grain. You know. wheat, corn, rice and so
on. To help feed the starving planet. If we could get more crops a year it
would go a long way to solving world hunger.
Professor Builtup is our lead,
And, yes, we all made fun of her name behind her back. Because she really was
'built up' Stacked begins to describe her. But enough about her.
I'm one of the Junior team
members. And by that I mean I'm a Junior at Tennessee Institute of Technology
and Science, or T I T S. One more year and I'd have a chance to make a real
living for one of the large ag companies that were funding our research.
Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 7
In the Smokey Mountains of
Tennessee, there is a university dedicated to the sciences. In the time when
great benefactors like Carnegie & Vanderbilt were establishing institutions
to advance the knowledge of mankind, a private college was founded.
But some knowledge is older than the very hills where this campus was built.
Join us for a series of stories. Learn how generations of scholars have seen
their lives changed by what they experienced at T I T S.
They were thrown together by the housing lottery. There were
four of them, two males, two females. The last suite in the dorm was for four.
And it was co-ed. So there they were.
It wasn't what any of them would have chosen but it was what
they had to live with.
The first couple of days were chaos, of course. But they
finally sorted themselves out. It was funny, but in a way they were a perfect
set, a stereotypical group of college freshmen.
Fred, the jock, considered himself the leader of whatever group
he was in. Vain, conscious of his good looks, he thought of himself as a lady's
man. He made an effort to hook up with every decent looking girl he met. Any
that were able to resist his charms were lesbians. That's what he said.
Daphne, the pretty one, considered herself the alpha female
in any group. She was sender and very attractive. Her perfect 36-24-35, B-Cup
figure was always clad in the height of fashion. And her eyes always tended to
look down her nose at those around her. Her parents were rich and had spoiled
her rotten. If it was not for the school's rule that all Freshmen experienced
dorm life, she would have had her daddy rent her a penthouse off campus.
Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 6
In the Smokey Mountains of
Tennessee, there is a university dedicated to the sciences. In the time when
great benefactors like Carnegie & Vanderbilt were establishing institutions
to advance the knowledge of mankind, a private college was founded.
But some knowledge is older than the very hills where this campus was built.
Join us for a series of stories. Learn how generations of scholars have seen
their lives changed by what they experienced at T I T S.
My life changed after I had an
unusual occurrence. (That's my trademark understatement!)
Anyway, I was having some drinks
after work with some colleagues. We were all Associate Professors at Tennessee
Institute of Technology and Science, or T I T S. We had been talking about the
unusual events that had been happening on campus. Most of the rumors were just
that: rumors. No one in our group had had any of the rumored experiences.
There were reports of power
outages in the Library. Flickering lights, ghost sightings and such.
People were talking about
Assistant Librarians suddenly becoming bimbos with huge hooters and taking on all
the men in the study cubicles. But like I said, none of us had been part of any
orgies!
What we did all agree on was
that the girl watching was getting better and better! Part of it probably was
the fact that it was spring. And winter had been brutal! But still! Skirts were
getting shorter, tops and jeans were becoming tighter and tighter. More braless
boobs than ever before were bouncing and shaking all over campus. Nipples were
popping out aggressively from under skin-tight blouses.
Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 5
In the Smokey Mountains of
Tennessee, there is a university dedicated to the sciences. In the time when
great benefactors like Carnegie & Vanderbilt were establishing institutions
to advance the knowledge of mankind, a private college was founded.
But some knowledge is older than the very hills where this campus was built.
Join us for a series of stories. Learn how generations of scholars have seen
their lives changed by what they experienced at T I T S.
Some background might be of
interest: I was involved in a lab accident at the obscure but well respected
university where I work, Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science, or T I
T S. It sounds like a plot from a bad sci-fi story but now my pheromones have
some unusual effects on some people. The scientists finally let me go. But they
asked me to make a note of any unusual occurrences. Hence this report.
"You bastard!" she
shouted at me as she pushed her way into my apartment. "What have you done
to Me?"
"Won't you come in,
Antoinette?" I responded as politely as I could while fending off the
angry young woman.
"Call me Toni and you're
damn right I'll come in. You have a lot to answer for and I'm not leaving until
you explain all this!"
Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 3
In the Smokey Mountains of
Tennessee, there is a university dedicated to the sciences. In the time when
great benefactors like Carnegie & Vanderbilt were establishing institutions
to advance the knowledge of mankind, a private college was founded.
But some knowledge is older than the very hills where this campus was built.
Join us for a series of stories. Learn how generations of scholars have seen
their lives changed by what they experienced at T I T S.
That night we watched a movie we
had rented. Chelsea tossed a blanket over our legs to lessen the night chill.
As we watched the movie I held hands with Chelsea while Veronica kept up her
attention to my groin. Veronica snaked her hand into my lap. It was nerve
racking. No matter what I did Veronica's hand would slip back into my lap and
tease my hard on! If Chelsea glanced down she would be able to see what was
going on!
At one point I excused my self
and went to the bath room. I had to wait a couple of minutes until my cock
softened enough that I was able to take a piss. When I walked out Ronnie was
waiting for me in the hallway. She slipped in front of me, put her hands in my
front pockets and pulled me to her. She dragged her tits across my chest and
pushed her pelvis against my thigh.
"Um, I like the feel of my
boobs rubbing against you," she told me with a wicked gleam in her eye.
"When I'm not wearing a bra, like now, it feels so good against my
nipples!" She slipped her arm into mine and walked me back to our seats.
Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 2
In the Smokey Mountains of
Tennessee, there is a university dedicated to the sciences. In the time when
great benefactors like Carnegie & Vanderbilt were establishing institutions
to advance the knowledge of mankind, a private college was founded.
But some knowledge is older than the very hills where this campus was built.
Join us for a series of stories. Learn how generations of scholars have seen
their lives changed by what they experienced at T I T S.
After the Brubakers had left The
Presence had visited again.
"You did a great job,
Sport! Really proved my point! Thanks, but the bad news is you can't keep that
oversized sex stick! Besides, no human woman could handle it!"
But don't worry, I've got a
great bonus lined up for you!"
I had argued with It and we
finally agreed that I would be able to keep some of the enlargement.
Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 1
In the Smokey Mountains of
Tennessee, there is a university dedicated to the sciences. In the time when
great benefactors like Carnegie & Vanderbilt were establishing institutions
to advance the knowledge of mankind, a private college was founded.
But some knowledge is older than the very hills where this campus was built.
Join us for a series of stories. Learn how generations of scholars have seen
their lives changed by what they experienced at T I T S.
The day I met God, started off
the same as so many others. I stopped in the Department Office, picked up my
mail and said hello to Mrs. Anderson the Department Secretary. Headed to my
office. Just like every other day.
I'm an Adjunct Professor at
Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science, or T I T S. Adjunct is pretty
far down the totem of academia. But I was hoping to get a full time job. My
area of expertise is Ancient and Comparative Religions. Exciting, right?
One of the few perks for an AP
is that I get an assigned cubicle in the Library. I call it my office. There
isn't a door so anyone going by can see I'm working. But it's mine, all mine.
Ajax was buried with plenty of scented bags to disguise the smell
of decay. The man himself was wearing his death mask; again gold with
gems along the crown. Even in death he looked so massive. How had I
ever thought I could defeat this man? In fact, I knew I couldn't,
thus my deception. He remained a hero, finally felled by a Divine
Dragon in my stead.
Pulau Setan Wanita, Indonesia - Island Of The
Devil Women.
The 150 Condottieri mercenaries stealthed onto the Island of the
Devil Women pre-dawn, but waited until the island was fully awake
before launching their assault. They did this because the majority of
the women slept in one conjoined area while during the day, they
spread out, thus were hopefully easier to overwhelm in bite-sized
chunks.
When the attack went in, Khalid Adzharia, Brian Fung and Trent
Grant were in different areas of the Havenstone compound. When
neither was being milked of their seed, they had jobs to perform on
the island. Neither was permitted a job which allowed them access to
either transport off the island nor any long-range communication
gear. All computer access was monitored and by LAN line only.
"Finally, the Goddess Ishara will be watching over us and our
travails... she will send omens to warn us of hunters closing in as
well as talk to me in my dreams. Apparently she doesn't want me; us;
to shame her in this contest so is taking this competition seriously.
Mind you, this means the other goddesses will be taking this contest
seriously as well, so we have our work cut out for us again."
So exactly who was going to be sympathetic to their plight,
who we cared about?
Beyond my fevered dream of making a difference there was a pinch
of reality. See, the Cabindans and the people of Zaire were both
ethnic Bakongo and the Bakongo of Zaire had also once had their own,
independent (until 1914) kingdom which was now part of Angola. The
Bakongo were major factions in the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC)
(formerly for a short time known as the nation of Zaire, from here
on out to be referred to as the DRC and in the running for the most
fucked up place on the planet Earth, more on that later)
- and Congo (the nation) yet a minority in Angola. Having an
independent nation united along ethnic and linguistic lines made
sense and could expect support from their confederates across
international boundaries.
"Do we get our legally permitted weaponry back?" The
bishop still held my hand.
"Sure. If it makes you feel better."
"I would like to meet your people then," he gave my paw
one last shake then released me. "Shall we go?"
"I will have someone take you to your car. I want to briefly
meet with the President, of Havenstone, then I'll join you in the
garage. We'll drive over to JIKIT and I'll make the introductions.
Good enough?"
"That is acceptable," he nodded.
"What about you two?" I regarded the nun and the Swiss
Super-soldier. The nun remained vigilant, and silent. The Swiss' eyes
flickered to his boss before settling back on me.
