Story Ideas

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If anyone would like to send me info about stories they'd like to see, just send me a pm or post here. I've been told that I'm one hell of a writer, and I'd like to test it out on an open audience If anyone would be willing to supply me with what they'd like to see in general I'd like to try to come up with stuff. Only problem I've had thus far is name's so if you wanna supply the names and what part they'd play, I think I could put it all together into a story that would have you creaming in short order

 

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I've been told that I'm one hell of a writer, and I'd like to test it out on an open audience If anyone would be willing to supply me with what they'd like to see in general I'd like to try to come up with stuff.

Okay, try this. Some bits are actual conversation, but most of it is just outline.

1 A New Site
David in town for work, staying in small hotel. Bar. Picks up Mary. Her life story.
Call at the liquor store on the way back. Gin, tonic, 200 cigs.
Joanne there feeding baby.
Loo.
Daughter elsewhere.
Drink petting.
Mary went out of the room holding her dress together.
David waited quietly, letting his prick subside a little and slipping it back into his trousers. Mary had been gone some time and David was beginning to wonder what was happening, when he heard the toilet flush upstairs and she came back into the sitting room.
In place of her opened dress and unhooked brassière, she was now wearing a serviceable, but not very sexy, towelling dressing-gown. As she sat down beside him, it fell open and he realised that it was all she had on. The irksome underwear had been removed and her bush could be seen nestling beneath her plump belly.
“Now,” she murmured, “Where were we?”
2 Lucky Man
Heavy petting and
As he felt Mary’s body begin to twitch into her orgasm, he hoped that she was game for more than one cum a session. He stirred slightly to free his engorged cock from an awkward position while still keeping up his rhythmic rubbing of her clitoris. As he moved he was saw something move out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head he was surprised to see Joanne in the doorway, watching as he masturbated her mother.
Deciding that Joanne was not going to interfere, he quickly rolled Mary over the arm of the settee with her head on the cushions and therefore unable to see Joanne. Moving behind her he entered her wet and grasping pussy and began to pump until Mary came noisily and profusely.
After she had calmed a little Mary started to struggle and begged him, “Don’t shoot. Don’t shoot in me!”
David pulled out, just in time to prevent him cumming in or on her. Looking across at Joanne defiantly, he slid his prick, which was wet with Mary’s love juices, up and down the crack in her arse. Then he pressed it firmly against the smaller entrance, which gave way easily to admit the helmet of his cock. Looking fully into Joannes eyes again, he thrust his cock into Mary’s arse slowly but firmly until it was buried to the hilt.
‘There,’ he thought, ‘Now you know I’m fucking your mother every way I can.’
Joanne gave a small hint of a smile and turned away, going upstairs. David started pumping again and quickly came, jetting his load of cum deep into Mary’s bowels. As he did so, she maoned again in pleasure.
Slippping out of her arse with a faint popping sound, David lifted Mary up to a sitting position and sat himself down beside her, holding one drooping breast firmly in his left hand, and tried to kiss her.
Pushing him away, Mary said, “Can I have another drink first?”
“First?” queried David, his hopes rising.
Her coy, “Well, you aren’t going home yet, are you?” confirmed his hopes of more pleasures to come that evening.
3 Sleep, My Pretty
More drink, up to bed, more fucking.
4 Accidents Will Happen
Just after midnight, as Mary lay on her back, exhausted, David could not get to sleep. He lay there wondering how sensible this was, and whether he should slip away very early in the morning and never see Mary, or Joanne again.
A noise on the landing attracted his attention, a door shutting and the unmistakable snick of the bathroom lock. Evidently Joanne had gone to the toilet. David’s thoughts wandered to a quite different scenario; perhaps he could switch his attentions to the daughter. If he kept the mother supplied with booze and fags, perhaps she would look the other way.
Quickly and quietly, he slipped out of the bed and opened the door. As he heard Joanne unlock the bathroom door her slipped on to the landing and met her in the dim reflected street light which was coming through the landing window.
“Sorry,” he said, “Did I startle you? I needed the loo.”
Joanne whispered, “Don’t wake the baby, I’m trying to get him to forget the two o’clock feed so I can get some sleep.”
As they passed, he turned towards her and she stopped, looking at him as though trying to read his thoughts.
Smiling faintly at him she murmured, “OK then. But only a quick kiss.”
As David took her in his arms, he could feel her body trembling slightly under the thin night-gown which was all she was wearing. The kiss was deep and her tongue sought his in the age old duel; one hand moved down and she didn’t object as it slid on to her arse, which felt very plump and tempting. Keeping the kiss going, David moved his other hand on to her breast, ignoring the damp spot over the engorged and still leaking nipple. Joanne moved that hand gently away.
“They’re sore,” she said apologetically.
David let his hand drop to rub her night-dress over where he thought her bush should be, but she arched her body away from him and yet kissed him again strongly. Taking her hint he responded to the kiss but put his hand on her bum to join the other, enjoying the firm curves and the willing mouth. As they came up for air, Joanne surprised him.
“Later. After the six o’clock feed, if you’re awake,” she said, and was gone.
5 Up With The Lark
David woke early and wondered for a second where he was. An unfamiliar alarm clock told him it was almost five thirty, and there was a warm body asleep beside him in the bed. Then he remembered the bar of the King Edward and the session with Mary and the strange meeting on the landing with Joanne during the night.
Hearing a noise on the landing, he slipped quietly out of bed and peeped in to the next room, where a dim light revealed Joanne feeding Marcus. Seeing David, she got up and put Marcus in his cot. He gurgled quietly, and fell asleep almost at once.
Taking David’s hand, Joanne led him into her room where the only light was the general yellow-orange glow from the street lamps in the town.
Turning to face him, Loanne asked, “Is mam asleep?”
David nodded.
“Yes, you poured a lot of drink down her throat last night,” Joanne commented, “It was a waste, you know. One gin and she’s anybody’s. But then, who am I to talk.”
With that she slipped her night-gown over her head and pressed David’s hand to her bush.
“This is all you really want, isn’t it?” she said, bitterly, “Well I’ve saved you some milk and you can drink that first. Then you can eat my pussy. I don’t fuck unprotected, and I don’t do arseholes, unlike some people I could mention.”
“If you feel like that about things, why did you encourage me?” asked David.
Joanne thought for a moment, and then admitted, “Because I like to have a bloke make me come, and I love playing with a prick. Now shut up or we’ll wake one of them two.”
drinks her milk. She plays with his prick and wanks him nearly off and then he tries to fuck.
6 Don’t Be Naughty
J is even more frightened than M of pregnancy. Arse is a “no no”. Sucks him off. D sneaks back in to M’s bed.
7 Breakfast
Breakfast. “I’m looking for lodgings.” “You could stay here for £300 a week.”
8 A New Home
Next night in bed with M she says, “We need to sort out who has who when.” “I didn’t realise you knew.” “I went to the loo while she was sucking you. Did you get into her?” “Yes, but only for a second or two.” “Most men only get wanked.” “She wouldn’t let me come and wouldn’t give me her arse.”
9 The Women Decide
Comes back late that evening from fetching his stuff from home to find the two women sixty-nining. Watches and then they won’t have a threesome. M explains he is basically hers, because she has the bigger room. J will visit him some nights.
“Don’t I get to choose who I sleep with?” asked David.
Mary’s blunt reply was, “No, if you get to pick and choose there are jealousies about which one you prefer. This way we choose and you can tell both of us you prefer the one you are with at the time! And, by the way, some nights you’ll sleep alone. If you can’t accept that then go and stay somewhere else.”
10 Out, Out, Out
A week later he is banished to J’s room. “Why?” We both come on period together. Someone will come and suck you night and morning, but for three or four days you are not wanted in our beds.”
11 Boss Man
Persuades both women to go on the Pill and to resynchronise their periods so they are two weeks apart.
Then he persuades them to have a threesome, but it is difficult to get them to be enthusiastic about it.
12 Joanne’s Bloke
One morning they tell him he will lose Joanne because her bloke is coming out of prison. But it won’t be for long; he’ll be back inside soon.
13 Want to Swap?
Karl comes into Mary’s room one night, interrupting a fuck, and offers a swap. He explains that last time he was home they shared him and he would like to have Mary again “for old times’ sake” and it’s only fair that David should have Joanne.
David says “not tonight” because he has already cum twice.
Karl says, “Fair enough. Tomorrow then.”
14 Back to Normal
Next day Karl is arrested and lays out a copper. “We won’t see him for a few months,” says J, “still, we can fuck for a few days without worrying, because if I fall pregnant he’ll think it’s his.”
Eventually
15 A New Site Again

 

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Ooo sweet, that's excellant. Thanx for the details. I'll see what I can do with it I'm assuming that the numbers are kind of like a chapter system? I just don't wanna mess things up too bad for ya Also, do you mind if I use my own phrasing? I'll throw some things out, put some things in, but only with your permission, cause I want this to be yur story.

If anyone else would like to throw ideas down, especially with this much detail, I'd be much obliged, because I work the best when I have at least three different stories goin for me at once

Oh, also something that I might add. I'm known around my area for being able to put anyone into anyplace, any setting, and any accent If you want me to write somethin in your native jargon, I'll be glad to give it a whirl

 

[snooper]

I'm assuming that the numbers are kind of like a chapter system?

They are a hangover from my day job into my fiction writing. Everything is written top down into numbered sections. They aren't chapters so much as episodes with a time lag between them.

Also, do you mind if I use my own phrasing?

Of course you will use your own phrasing; it will be your story.

cause I want this to be yur story.

No, you asked for ideas and I lobbed one out that I can't be bothered to write. Take it, adopt it, love it, bring it to adulthood, and it's your child, not mine.

 

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Aye Sir! I'll do my best!