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Friday, September 2, 2011
The Horror Beneath Book 2 Chapters 1 and 2
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Thursday, September 1, 2011
The Horror Beneath Book 1 Chapters 5 and 6
The Horror Beneath Book 1 by daniellesadvisor
CHAPTER FIVE
"So you think there's something unusual about this new girl?"
"Yes, Mother Superior."
Sister Corina gasped a little as the Mother Superior's tongue licked gently at her erect nipple.
They were sat on a large sofa in Mother's rooms, with Corina sat on Mother's lap, her T-shirt pulled up to her neck, exposing her huge breasts, letting Mother lick and suck on her nipples. With one of her hands on Mother's back, Corina only had one free to roam across the other woman's mountainous bosom, sliding her hand into her low cut dress and from one full, round tit to the other, gently pinching her nipples.
"What is it that makes you think this?" the Mother Superior asked, taking Corina's nipple between her teeth and biting gently on it.
"She . . . aaahhhh . . . she claims to have . . . been attacked by the Ctholoid for the first time a couple of days ago when we . . . mmmm . . . we rescued her." Corina gasped, distracted by Mother's expert tongue and mouth. "But she looks so good . . . she looks like one of us . . . as if she's been . . . ahhh, yes! . . . she's been altered by the Ctholoid cum."
CHAPTER FIVE
"So you think there's something unusual about this new girl?"
"Yes, Mother Superior."
Sister Corina gasped a little as the Mother Superior's tongue licked gently at her erect nipple.
They were sat on a large sofa in Mother's rooms, with Corina sat on Mother's lap, her T-shirt pulled up to her neck, exposing her huge breasts, letting Mother lick and suck on her nipples. With one of her hands on Mother's back, Corina only had one free to roam across the other woman's mountainous bosom, sliding her hand into her low cut dress and from one full, round tit to the other, gently pinching her nipples.
"What is it that makes you think this?" the Mother Superior asked, taking Corina's nipple between her teeth and biting gently on it.
"She . . . aaahhhh . . . she claims to have . . . been attacked by the Ctholoid for the first time a couple of days ago when we . . . mmmm . . . we rescued her." Corina gasped, distracted by Mother's expert tongue and mouth. "But she looks so good . . . she looks like one of us . . . as if she's been . . . ahhh, yes! . . . she's been altered by the Ctholoid cum."
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
The Horror Beneath Book 1 Chapters 3 and 4
The Horror Beneath Book 1 by daniellesadvisor
CHAPTER THREE
Jessica and her mother woke some time later having dozed off, to find Sister Corina had left. A note, however, explained that the nun had a meeting to attend and asked that Jessica and Holly make their way to room 203 where they would be expected. Directions were included and, after showering together – struggling hard not to end up fucking each other senseless again – the pair dressed in jeans and T-shirts and made their way to room 203.
“Jessica and Holly Chambers, right?” said the man who opened the door to them after they knocked. He was maybe in his forties or fifties, but still ruggedly handsome and looked as though he still worked out. “Come on in and sit down. I’m Professor Thomas Palmer.”
Jessica and Holly thanked him and took seats next to each other in the front row of what looked like a classroom; there were about two dozen seats arranged facing the front of the room where Professor Palmer stood, fiddling with a large television set and a video recorder.
CHAPTER THREE
Jessica and her mother woke some time later having dozed off, to find Sister Corina had left. A note, however, explained that the nun had a meeting to attend and asked that Jessica and Holly make their way to room 203 where they would be expected. Directions were included and, after showering together – struggling hard not to end up fucking each other senseless again – the pair dressed in jeans and T-shirts and made their way to room 203.
“Jessica and Holly Chambers, right?” said the man who opened the door to them after they knocked. He was maybe in his forties or fifties, but still ruggedly handsome and looked as though he still worked out. “Come on in and sit down. I’m Professor Thomas Palmer.”
Jessica and Holly thanked him and took seats next to each other in the front row of what looked like a classroom; there were about two dozen seats arranged facing the front of the room where Professor Palmer stood, fiddling with a large television set and a video recorder.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
The Horror Beneath Book 1 Chapters 1 and 2
The Horror Beneath Book 1 by daniellesadvisor
CHAPTER ONE
Jessica Chambers walked home from her last day of school; she had turned eighteen three months ago and the last couple of weeks in school had almost sent her insane. The days had never seemed to end and, though she'd sat all her exams and was just waiting for the results, the school's headmaster had insisted that all pupils continue to attend until the end of term. Now it was all over and, if she could just convince her parents, she'd be free to pursue her dream of becoming a model.
There was no doubt she had the looks and figure for it: her face was flawless, her eyes the deepest green; her mane of long red hair hung to her waist; her legs were long, her ass firm and taut, her waist trim and her bust . . . Jessica was in no doubt where her fortune lay. Her tits were each as big as her head, but firm enough that she could often go without a bra, and were topped with nipples that seemed to get hard at the drop of a hat. She knew she could easily get into glamour modelling and, once that had happened, she was aiming for the world of porn and the dizzy heights of stardom.
As she walked through the small alleyway towards her street, she passed the same piece of graffiti that she did everyday and smiled. Scrawled in red spray paint were the words "Jessica is a SLUT". There was no sense denying the truth, she'd often thought as she walked past it. She'd willingly given up her virginity some time ago and had enjoyed more men and boys than she cared to remember, even one or two of the school teachers. With her tits heaving to get out of her blouse and the school skirt only just long enough to cover the tops of the stockings she habitually wore it was no wonder the teachers had been tempted.
CHAPTER ONE
Jessica Chambers walked home from her last day of school; she had turned eighteen three months ago and the last couple of weeks in school had almost sent her insane. The days had never seemed to end and, though she'd sat all her exams and was just waiting for the results, the school's headmaster had insisted that all pupils continue to attend until the end of term. Now it was all over and, if she could just convince her parents, she'd be free to pursue her dream of becoming a model.
There was no doubt she had the looks and figure for it: her face was flawless, her eyes the deepest green; her mane of long red hair hung to her waist; her legs were long, her ass firm and taut, her waist trim and her bust . . . Jessica was in no doubt where her fortune lay. Her tits were each as big as her head, but firm enough that she could often go without a bra, and were topped with nipples that seemed to get hard at the drop of a hat. She knew she could easily get into glamour modelling and, once that had happened, she was aiming for the world of porn and the dizzy heights of stardom.
As she walked through the small alleyway towards her street, she passed the same piece of graffiti that she did everyday and smiled. Scrawled in red spray paint were the words "Jessica is a SLUT". There was no sense denying the truth, she'd often thought as she walked past it. She'd willingly given up her virginity some time ago and had enjoyed more men and boys than she cared to remember, even one or two of the school teachers. With her tits heaving to get out of her blouse and the school skirt only just long enough to cover the tops of the stockings she habitually wore it was no wonder the teachers had been tempted.
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