A Wedding - Sex Stories

A Wedding

... just put on for the young retard Jamie, who helped out as a gardener. He walked awkwardly to the garden shed as the cum started to run down inside the leg of his pants and he tried desperately to clean himself up with an oily rag. It was not the first time Kriska had made Jamie cum in his pants, she smiled at him, pityingly, on occasions, yet that as sufficient to make him hard, he wished he could talk to her but it was impossible, their worlds literally worlds apart, she a straight A student while he struggled to juggle school and a job since his folks died, hoping he might graduate and earn a house, like this, north of the railroad, not like the crumbling relic of his folks place by the river, south of the great divide of the railroad. Oblivious to her effect on the servants Kriska slipped her negligee on once more and made her way to the bathroom, she flipped the aerator paddle and watched as the readout showed the filter functionality was within limits, Irradiated water was becoming scarce, far too scarce to simply drain away so they had installed the latest water saving technology as soon as she rated her own room and bathroom. The negligee discarded she sank gracefully into the warm water, and as she scooped it over her perfect white skin it somehow soothed her fears, she fiddled with the thermostat and the bath water adjusted to her needs. She hated the faulty memory which would not adjust in half degree steps any more, but she looked forward to the new house she and ...

... Jonathan would share, well not new but refurbished using materials from the now abandoned Parkston suburb, the city no longer needed the accommodation nor could they afford to maintain the Levee so it was a good time for refurbishing Maitland’s stone built town houses on the Northern Hillside. Kriska moved the paddle and took the water level down filling the catch tank temporarily as she took her razor and gently smoothed away the soft down on her lower belly careful to avoid the stitching with its official seal, and as her thoughts turned once again to Jonathan she felt her nipples stiffen and she realised she was becoming wet inside as well as out. The service was set for Noon, hairdressers, make up lady, photographer, time had to be found for all of them, so reluctantly Kriska rose and began to dry herself, her mother knocked the door before opening it. “You look perfect dear," she said approvingly, "I knew it would pay off.” All those days behind closed curtains in high summer, big hats, long sleeves, avoiding the cancerous glare of sunlight had given her a perfect complexion but at the price of exercising in the evenings, the long cross country runs, honing her body for the moment she came of age. “Thanks Mom,” she said appreciatively. “I know you will be a credit to me Kris," he mother reaffirmed, "but don’t scream. Bite your lip, think of the old films of the old country the way it used to be, before the disaster.” “Did you scream Mommy?”she asked. “It was not public ...