Life in the Sleepy Village went on. Katrina spent her days helping Ichabod with school and letting him play with her afterward. His favorite activity was laying her on the table in front of the classroom, crawling up under her skirts, and tasting her, until she swooned in blissful orgasm. Then he would flip up her skirts, drop his breeches and fuck her to another one, pulling out at the last minute, and ejaculating all ov...

While Katrina was occupied with Ichabod, Baltus retired to his study. He rang the servants bell and, moments later Anne, the new scullery maid entered. "You rang, Sir?" Baltus looked up and smiled. His daughter knew just what would please her Papa. The girl was young, pretty, and very busty. "You must be the new girl. What's your name, my dear?" "Anne, Sir." "How old are you, Anne?" "Sixteen, Sir." "Did my daughter explai...

"Katrina, Brom, I'd like you to meet Ichabod Crane," Baltus said.   "At your service, my lady," said the tall, almost gaunt looking gentleman, as he took her hand in his and kissed it. The feeling of his lips on her was almost electric. Katrina lowered her eyes, demurely, her gaze settling on the rather large bulge in the stranger's britches. 'I wonder just how large he really is?' she thought, feeling herself dampen. "Mr...

Most of you, I'm sure are familiar with Washington Irving's classic tale of the Headless Horseman, but are you aware of Mr. Irving's dark side. Like many authors, the public personna is way different from the private. Recently, I had the privilege of viewing his personal papers and I came across the unpublished version of his best known work.  It centered around the sixteen year old, Katrina Van Tassel, the only daughter...

I awoke the next morning to an empty bed. A little worried that my kinks had scared her off, I went to the kitchen, where, to my instant relief, I found Margaret puttering around the stove.  Wearing nothing but one of my shirts, she was frying up some eggs and bacon.  I stepped behind her, wrapping my arms around her and cupping her breasts. "Careful," she said, "I'd hate to see you get burned." "Precisely why my hands ar...

Have you ever thought back to an event in your life and wished you had changed the outcome? Recently, I did just that. When I was much, much younger, I took a job at a major research university in the Midwest. One of the first things I had to do after taking the job was to hire an Administrative Assistant. Margaret was a feisty redhead, in her mid-thirties, with two small kids, and in the process of getting divorced from...

It was a good thing we didn't succumb to the temptation of enjoying each other again. God knows I wanted to. I had gotten used to the celibate married life and had forgotten how intoxicating pussy was, even if it was my own daughter's. Instead of dropping on the bed again, we cleaned up, both ourselves and the house. By noon, my wife, Carol, had returned from her sister's. We apologized to each other for the stupid argume...

I woke up still feeling the effects of last nights excessive drinking. Mouth all fuzzy, brain even fuzzier, head pounding. I lifted an eyelid, seeing pink walls. Where the fuck was I? I opened the other eye. Pink, floral duvet. Then it came to me. I was in Cassie's room. I shook my head, trying to make sense of all this confusion. Why was I in my daughter's bedroom? I turned my head and saw my twenty-year-old daughter sit...

"Ay Dios mio... Mi corazon... mui mal" Pablo cried before slumping over the yoke of his single engine Piper Cub. We went into a steep dive as I struggled to pull him off and gain control of the aircraft. I managed to pull us out of the dive, trying to make sense of the controls when I noticed a clearing and a small village. Not knowing where we were, I decided to try setting it down where there were no trees. A graceful l...

I followed through on my promise and visited the jeweler. She gave me a look when I asked that it be engraved with the words, 'Married to Jack, owned by Lamar'.  "Pick it up in an hour," she said. I took it home and Geri greeted me at the door with a big smile. "Lamar has asked me to accompany him to his cabin for the weekend. I told him yes. I hope you don't mind." "Of course not, babe." I handed her the little box.  She...

Last Tuesday, I came home early. I walked into my ranch style home, heading for the kitchen when I heard a noise emanating from the master bedroom. It's not uncommon for my wife to jill off after a particularly tough day at school, so I thought nothing of it, walking toward the bedroom to watch. Rounding the corner, I stood in the doorway, totally shocked at what I saw. There, on the bed, on hands and knees was Geri. But...

I ease myself down, slowly taking your young, virile, and, I must admit, impressively large cock into my impatient wetness. "Oh God, you're so tight!" you moan as you feel the length of my cunt caress your member, all the way to your scrotum. It feels so good with you firmly embedded deep within me. Rolling my hips, I let you part way out and pull you all the way back in. With my arms extended, palms against your pecs, fi...

After I had finished ravishing the redhead's cunt with my fingers, leading her through multiple orgasms, we relaxed for a few minutes, allowing her to regain her composure. Lulled into a sense of complacency, I was easily surprised when Laura turned the tables on me. "Now it's my turn," she said with a wicked smile. "I'm going to make you beg." She finished lashing my hands to the headboard with my necktie. "After that ex...

I had been surprised at the greeting I got upon arrival at the late Edith Downing's home. Her daughter, Laura, had greeted me at the door like a long lost friend, and, after the other mourners had left, she had enticed me to tell her the details of her mother's relationship with me. Far from being mortified by the fact that Edith had seduced me, spending time teaching me how to please women, Laura had gotten very turned o...

Edith Downing had been my fifth grade teacher, as well as my next door neighbor, growing up. She had a daughter four or five years my junior, whom I babysat for a few times early in my high school days. I'd seen the death notice in the local paper, and since she was a former neighbor,  I thought I should pay my respects, so here I was at her funeral service. Let me back up here a moment. She wasn't just a neighbor, she wa...