Hello, and welcome to the third issue of
Tales from Snippettsville
, Short Stories From A Small Town.
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Contents of Issue 3
Preacher's Kid
by PierceStreet
What A Place To Break Down
by RainbowSkin
Hannah
by jon.hayworth
Ker-Snap
by Quasimodem
Illustrations
Header Picture, (c)Couture, 2003
Footer Picture, (c)Alex de Kok, 2003
Now read on...
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Preacher's Kid
by
PierceStreet
Snippettsville Church had a new minister, and eighteen year old Mike Smith was excited. The minister had a daughter, Lily.
This year all the Seniors were hooked up as couples. Mike was the odd man. Not that he wasn't attractive. Lisa Myers had made that clear several nights at Green Lake. But Lisa didn't want a boyfriend, and wanted Mike infrequently.
In those first weeks, Mike grew to appreciate Lily. In public she was shy and reserved but when they were alone walking home, he found her vivacious, candid and with a touch of blue humor. He knew a minister's daughter wasn't likely to meet his sexual needs. Even so, he was tired of being the odd man at school.
He asked her to be his girlfriend. She invited him to dinner, and promised an answer then.
That night, Lily greeted him cheerfully with a quick peck at the door.
During dinner, Lily told her parents Mike wanted them to be a couple. "What exactly does that mean?" asked Reverend Niles.
Mike explained it meant that they would hang out, have lunch together, attend parties. "All proper events," he said, making his case.
Reverend Niles weighed Mike's words, and saw the almost imperceptible nod from his wife. "I approve."
The dinner conversation continued. Suddenly, Mike felt something. Lily was playing footsie!
Her bare toes moved to his calf, then up along his inner thigh and she planted her foot on his crotch. When she flexed her toes, his cock responded. She was creating a problem. Mike's pants were profoundly tented. He hoped Lily would stop before the meal ended.
"Mom, Mike and I'll clear the table."
"What!" he thought, panicked.
Lily continued, "Your game is about to start?"
With a bustle, her parents excused themselves and rushed downstairs.
Keeping up her erotic foot massage, Lily explained that her parents were Pirates fans. They never missed a televised game.
"You saved my life," he told Lily.
Lily came around the table. "How?" she asked with mock innocence.
Mike pushed back his chair. Her eyes widened when she saw the pup tent. Lisa had told him he was one of the largest in town. She'd know.
Lily straddled him and then reached down and felt his cock. She stroked it a couple of times while maintaining fierce eye contact.
"You have a nice one, don't you?"
'What', he wondered, 'had this virginal girl seen to compare it with?'
Lily used both hands to work open his belt. She put her hands around him and stroked.
"I think it likes me."
Her touch went away. Mike heard the rustle of skirt. She bunched it above her waist. He glanced down. She wasn't wearing any panties under her long skirt. Lily impaled herself. She rocked back and forth a bit, working his size into her tight pussy. He found himself in her to the hilt without encountering any obstructions.
"Its been too long!" she sighed. He marveled at her ability to be both the virginal minister's daughter in public, and the exciting lover in private.
At the door, he asked her out for Friday. She assented, explaining "As my boyfriend, I expect utter discretion. A relationship with a PK, Preacher's Kid, need not be celibate, but I cannot embarrass my father, not again, so we have to be careful with the sex." He wondered about that 'not again', and figured there was a story there.
After kissing him passionately,"Find a place for us to be totally alone Friday night. I want to be skin to skin naked while fucking you!"
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What A Place To Break Down
by
RainbowSkin
'What a place to break down.'
'Not broken down, we're just overheated...'
'You can say that again. I'm sweating like a pig.'
In the silence that followed Fleur cast her eyes over her partner's chunky bare arms and the glisten of belly that defied the Joy Division T-shirt. She knew Lesley wouldn't like it but she said it anyway: 'Mmm, I love it when you sweat.'
'You're sick,' said Lesley, not taking her listless eyes from the run-down houses through the windscreen. In the stillness she had sat here feeling liquid pool abundantly in her thighs and soak her shorts and car seat, but had no illusion what it was. Desire had been drained from her hours ago, past the last nondescript town they had stayed at. She was hungry and grumpy.
'Get in the back seat and strip off.'
'We're in the middle of the fucking street.'
'No-one's coming. It's dead.'
'They probably shoot people for having sex. Probably no-one's ever had sex in this town, ever. Do they still burn witches in America?'
'Only in places like Kansas,' Fleur demurred.
'And we're in...?'
'Fucked if I know,' she quietly admitted after an over-long pause. 'Just your armpits then. Please. Lezzie, please please may I please lick the sweat from your armpits? It would make me come.'
Lesley burst into a hoot of laughter, flashed a loving glance at Fleur, and looked away as disgusted as she could manage. The torrent in the fork of her legs was joined by new juices. She looked round for strangers then seeing none leaned in towards her lover enough that Fleur could apply herself with catlike tonguing to the golden skin of her arm. With another scan she murmured to Fleur to go on, and raised her arm casually onto the seat to allow Fleur to push the cloth back.