A Right Royal Rogering

It wasn't over for Jack after his previous run-in with Mrs Walker. He was satisfied with having one thing checked off his bucket list and was already deciding what the next item would be; stuck between hitchhiking across the mid-west, or spending two weeks at a nudist camp. Mrs Walker however, had other ideas. Unbeknownst to Jack, she fully intended to take advantage of his generous previous offer and dropped him a text one weekend saying that she needed help with their hot tub. She made it quite clear he should bring his swim shorts, so he stuffed a towel and his shorts into a small duffel bag and made his way over. By the time he reached the house he saw a shuffling coming from the curtains and a few moments later, before he'd even reached the door, Mrs Walker's beaming face appeared on the other side. "Come in, Jack dear!" She giggled excitedly. Her giddy manner instilled a sense of unease in Jack. She'd always been a pleasant woman but never before had

Neal Chopra boarded the plane, shoving his cabin luggage in the overhead compartment. Next to him was Jai Singh, who'd quickly become one of his best mates. They'd started out as freshmen in Columbia, bonding over their shared love of FC Barcelona, the outdoors, and their Indian heritage- Jai was from Mumbai, the first of his wealthy business family to study abroad. Neal was half Indian- his father had migrated to the US as a graduate student, and eventually settled down with his Irish mother, who at the time had also been a student of Columbia. As Neal's friendship with Jai deepened, Jai had invited Neal over to spend winter holidays in India, with him. Neal was only too happy to go along with Jai's promise of fun, great food, trekking in the mountains, parties, and girls, taking care to hide his ulterior motive of going- reconnecting with the land of his ancestors. He had never been to India- his grandparents' disapproval of his father's marriage had embitte

1 Laura thought that her world had been turned upside down over the past few months, and certainly since she had entered the life of Neville Anderson. She found him to be a gifted, wealthy and successful business man; a man rejected by his wife and who had come to terms with the sudden, jolting change to his circumstances; an engaging man whom she had met on the last holiday that she had been able to take, before the hideous and limiting controls on everyone's lives had been imposed. The pandemic had taken its toll on countless millions, but she had refused to let the restrictions affect her re-ordered life with Neville. She had gone on that holiday to Barbados to recover from the break-down of a relationship. She soon discovered, as he was seen to be sitting on the beach and skimming stones so expertly, that Neville was there for similar reasons. A certain and impulsive bond had soon formed between them and here she now was, at the Anderson family home, living the part of Nevill

Note: This chapter is a bit longer because I decided to break up the next chapter, adding the first half to this one and the second half to the following, otherwise next chapter wouldn't have had any sex. Another thing, this chapter will have deaths of female minions. I'll never write about targeted violence against women or snuff, but the nature of the story means there are no, and never will be any male mooks, goons, or minions. If you don't want to read about women, even bandits, being killed, then please skip the second half of the chapter. ~ "Come on, you said yourself this is a nice place," Ilnara said, "Show me something." "What do you mean?" I asked. She leaned forward and hissed in my ear. "Sex, you big oaf," she said. I would have preferred to get to moving and save the pleasure for tonight, but here was a beautiful girl from another world almost begging me to have sex with her. I realized I might not get the opportunity a

-- CHAPTER 27: Safe -- **** "Ask Matty. He knows," Mari sobbed as she curled back into a ball and buried her head beneath my pillow. Soft crying noises, while muffled, were still audible. She was otherwise fairly calm now, a drastic improvement from the way things had been a while ago. But it had taken us ten minutes just to get to this point. At first, Mari had gone insane, thrashing out at both me AND Belle until we just backed five feet away from her and gave her space. Her heart had suddenly started racing -- I could feel it pounding both beneath my chest and pulsing from her core as her colon clamped down around my imbedded cock, making it difficult for me to even pull out. The longer it took me to withdraw, the more hysterical she became. Mari had been sweating like crazy, and not just from our recent athletic shagging. Her eyes were wild, and she squeezed her own head between her hands while screaming at the top of her lungs. I was surprised Mother didn't come ba