The Quarry
Copyright© 2026 by A Bad Attitude
Chapter 1: The Bus Ride
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Bus Ride - The first of a series of five stories about the lives and loves of people who work at a quarry. As usual, I had problems with the codes. No AI was involved in writing this story. The errors are all on me.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Age Gap Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Paranormal Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wimp Husband Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Oral Sex Squirting
Author’s Note---This is the fifth and last story in the series THE QUARRY.
JJ
For the last three months my life seemed to spin out of control. The first thing that happened was that horrible accident that took Leslie’s life! Then I was told that I had been followed and my DNA taken without my knowledge. The agent following me was Jason! How did I miss seeing that redneck? My god, he drives a monster truck! Then one day I am told that I am the biological daughter of Captain Jack O’Shea, which means I am an heir and a participant in the family trust. A trust which is worth over a billion dollars. That’s right, I said a billion dollars! But then on that same day my brother, John O’Shea, shoots and kills a serial rapist–killer! ( .45 Caliber Justice). All the plans I had made to go up to Mississippi and spend some time with my new family went out the window. They had planned on leaving on their bus the next day, then Kim and I would fly up in a couple of weeks. But with everything happening so fast, the police reports, the press interviews and that poor girl they had rescued in the hospital; they stayed almost a week. After all was settled Kim and I decided to ride to the farm with them and fly back in a couple of weeks.
Mississippi was eye opening. It started on the bus ride. Peg and Dove, my new nieces from my brother John, wanted to sit with me towards the back of the bus. As Kim and Ginger talked about the success of the project and future business deals, I got to know my nieces. And like I have said before those girls are weird.
They told me the story of my great grandmother, Dove, she was a full-blooded Chiricahua Apache Indian. Part of Geronimo’s warrior band that waged war with the United States for so many years. Then they started talking about how she was a great Shaman to her people. She had passed her ‘gifts’ down through the family tree. Dove told me how her grandfather John had the gift and he had passed it down to his son Captain Jack. The men used it to enhance their warrior skills. He passed it to his son John who used it protecting the family. They were the first girls on that limb of the family tree, and it had been passed to them. They both claimed to be able to read people’s minds and even “influence” people to do their wishes. They said that was how they knew about Leslie, Kim and I at my birthday party. They both danced with Leslie and all that Leslie was thinking about that night was what was going to happen after the party. That’s what they were laughing about between themselves when I noticed them and thought them weird!
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