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John really hated English class.

It wasn’t that the lesson was hard. Not hard at all. In fact he enjoyed the subject matter - he was always the creative type, probably because he had an excellent imagination. The classmates he was with weren’t that bad either, in that the goons stayed out of hi way, and his friends were close.

It wasn’t even the teacher. Not in the usual sense. Most of his teachers were old farts who broke anyone who stepped outside thei rown little set of crusty mental guidelines, and Miss Raven wasn’t like that. Sure, she wasn’t a spring chicken; but she was conscientious. And she appreciated his skill with words.

It was her body.

While most guys his age chased after women with improbable breasts and waists they could fit their fingers around, John liked to think he had more class. He liked curves; he liked soft breasts and thick legs, and an ass he could really get his hands on.

Miss Raven possessed all these qualities, and had a little glint in her eyes behind her glasses, and thick, dark hair; and so English class was an hour of straining erections and sexual frustration.

Shakespeare never really interested him, either. A Midsummer Night’s Dream wasn’t what he’d call the most relevant or exciting literature. (more…)

It was winter, near the beginning of a new semester, and Julie Lindsey loved both cold weather and new semesters. Cold weather meant cuddling, and she loved to cuddle. As a literature professor, she had a fondness not only for cuddling with a man, or occasionally with a woman, she loved curling up with a good book or writing erotic stories on her laptop.

Although she loved cuddling, Julie wasn’t a person who jumped into bed with just anyone. She loved being single since getting out of an unsatisfying marriage when she was in her early forties. From that time, she had explored and indulged her fantasies with both men and women, but was choosy and discreet – not secretive, but discreet.

The other thing she loved was new semesters. It was nice to know that the past semester was over and buried, no more keeping up with each student’s grades and having to decide whether to pass or fail, give an A, B, or C for those folks on the borderline. She especially disliked graduate students coming to her office at the end of a semester, whining about needing a B in the course. She usually told them that she didn’t give grades; students earned them.
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Rick Thomas was loading up the trunk of his car with the little league equipment after practice. He was really enjoying watching the little boys and girls learn to play America’s favorite pastime. When Rick got the last bag in he noticed the mother of his second baseman and the woman who was also good friends of his mother. Mrs. Debra Leyton and her husband a long haul trucker and their two sons have lived across the street from Rick and his mother for ten years now. Debra was another woman whom Rick often fantasized about, the woman had no sag at the age of thirty five and having two boys. She looked really sexy in her tight halter top that made her thirty eight d tits look awesome. The tight cut-off shorts she wore made her long tan legs seem even longer.

“Hey there Rick!” she said.

“Hi yah Deb!” he said cheerfully.

“Rick I got a favor to ask you if you don’t mind?” she said shyly

“You want me to watch the boys so you and my mom can go out and have a few beers up and the tavern.” he thought he was on top of her question cause she and his mom did this often. (more…)

Victoria tried to sleep. The night was hot and muggy. She had the sheets pooled around her ankles. She whipped her nightgown off over her head. Her whole body was hot. The heat wouldn’t let her got to sleep.

As she drifted between sleep and wakefulness, her mind filled with thoughts of him. Travis was dark and mysterious. He was extremely sexy. The sound of his voice as it rumbled deep in his chest, makes her pussy clench in anticipation.

Her breasts began to tingle as she thought about Travis’s piercing green eyes and wavy black hair. Her hands rubbed her breasts and tweaked her nipples as she thought about his sexy lips kissing their way down her body. The more she thought about him, the more excited she became.

Soon her hands had snaked down to play with her clit. The fingers of her left hand pumped in and out of her pussy and her right hand rolled her clit around. She began to pant and moan, feeling her orgasm approach. She pictured Travis’s broad shoulders and trim waist as she spiraled into her orgasm.

Victoria awoke in the early morning hours, finding her thighs sticky with her cum. She felt her body heat in embarrassment. She felt guilty about her sexual thoughts of Travis. He was twenty years older than her tender eighteen. Worst of all, he was the father of her best-friend, Samantha. Victoria felt that she was violating Samantha’s trust and friendship by having the lewd thoughts about her incredibly sexy dad. Victoria rolled over to get what sleep she could before the alarm awoke her for school in the morning. (more…)

“If you put it anywhere else in the world it would be tacky,” someone told Neil once. They had been talking about the little surfer-pub on the promenade, and Neil was a local there. He’d grown up in the little seaside town, and had seen it grow and shrink with the seasons. Already the long hot summer was starting to condense into a beautiful autumn, and the tourists had blown away like tumbleweeds, back to their metropolises and suburban sprawls.

At 23, Neil was an old soul; most of the local kids went away to inland universities and colleges, but Neil had chosen to travel- far and long. He had finished his studies the year before, and then gone sailing, and now he had time on his hands till his next delivery assignment, delivering luxury yachts from one playground to another.

He was tall and lean and sunburned, and the first time he met Micci, he prowled into the pub and stalked up to the end of the bar. The place was almost deserted, and only the locals frequented it in the off-season. Paul was in his usual spot, operating the pinball machine like a surgeon, mute and motionless save his gunfighter fingers. He also owned the pub. “Hiya, Neil- grab a beer!” He called out, not straightening up or looking around. “With ya now! Dammit- Aah!” as the last silver ball was swallowed.

Paul’s girlfriend, Linda- heavily tattooed and pierced appeared round the service door and hugged Neil. “Welcome back, sailor! ‘Ow long you back for? Beer?” (more…)

She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her body. She stopped to admire herself in the mirror, rubbing her lacey bra and flat stomach. She paused and appeared lost in thought, before she continued removing her clothes. Her pants came off, followed by the bikini-cut panties and finally her bra. She stood naked again looking in the mirror, and then she walked out of her room and into the bathroom for her shower.

“Damn”, I thought to myself as I watched my neighbor from my window. “What I wouldn’t do to taste her.”

My neighbor was named Julie, a petite brunette who was married and had two kids, both of whom were off in college. Her husband works for weeks at a time, away on construction. I had fantasized about her since she and her husband moved in next to us a few years ago. She had smallish breasts and a wonderful ass, which she always showed off when she sunbathed in her back yard. I did odd jobs for them from time to time, cutting their grass, painting their deck, etc. Once I had discovered that my window faces directly at her bedroom, I watched her room at all hours of the day. Now that her husband worked away I had caught her undressing many times. She seemed to wear sexier clothes, and sometimes very little, around the house. All I knew is that I had to get in her pants. A chance had to come sooner or later… (more…)

My senior year in high school, it looked as if it were going to be a bigger bore than all the rest. I had just turned 18, the weather was getting warmer and here I was with no job, no car and that meant no girl. On the rare occasions my father let me use his; I’d head to the local drive-in restaurant. I’d sit there ogling all my buddies’ girls, not to mention their cars.

One Saturday morning while I was having breakfast with mom, dad, and grandma was there too; the phone rang. It was Doug. He was a friend whom I’d met in homeroom at school.

“Hey Troy, Jim just had a guy quit and walk out on him here at the gas station. He said he’d give you an interview if you’re interested.”

Brother was I interested! I hung up the phone and leapt from one end of the house to the other. Mom and dad had all the typical questions. How would I get there? What were the hours? Would it interfere with school?

I assured them that I would manage everything. As for getting there; it was a quick 6 or 7 block walk. Well worth it for the opportunity to get some cash, which translated into a car. After getting there and meeting Jim and the guys, it seemed as if he were almost running a shelter for wayward boys. Everyone laughed, joked, and teased each other like they were family. He offered the job and I accepted on the spot. He explained that as we were still in school, our hours would be in the evening. Two or three of us would rotate evenings working. The same went with Saturdays. He expected two and sometimes three in on Saturdays as that was his busy day for mechanic work. One lonesome guy would man the gas service on Sunday from 9am till 3pm. I was told it would be the most boring 6 hours of one’s life. (more…)

It was early Sunday morning of the long Labor Day weekend. El and I were headed south out of the eastern part of Iowa. Headed south to hot water, clean clothes and a good meal for me, a bath and probably some wax for her.

We were both covered with the sandy dirt of the campground. I could feel it in the creases of my skin; like extra fine sandpaper, slowly working its way in. I could see it on El’s paint, laying in clouds across her tank, changing shape with the light, a line of it on her speedometer glass, trapped against the bezel.

It promised to be a hot one, just like yesterday, but it was cool now, the dew still heavy, and the sun barely up. El and I seemed alone with earth and sky for the most part, so I gave her some leash, and she ran with it, wound tight, begging for the other gear I’d promised but never delivered, reining her in as we approached small towns and their limits, exhaust popping her complaint.

She never asked for much, did El. Just for me to hang on and to let her run. Her usual complaint being that I shut her down or was too long from her.

Some thought I had gone off the deep end with El. I’ve noticed that these are the same people that can’t see or even look for an unspoken thought or desire in the faces of their loved ones or friends. I feel sorry for them. Over the years, I’ve learned that you can help, but you can’t make people feel; they have to find their own way; they have to find their own salvation.

We crossed the line into Missouri at a small toll bridge on the Des Moines River. A four-lane highway is being built across the river now; you can see the new piers from the tollbooth. I’ll miss this bridge, the toll taker always wanting to talk, never caring if you have to dig for change, asking your health, wishing you safe journey. Progress isn’t all it should be. (more…)

Connie had had a very bad day and that was good for Tom. It meant that he would be the recipient of all that pent up tension and frustration. Tom still often wondered what his life would have been like if he had not attended Ms. Connie Cook’s real estate lecture on that day three months ago.

“When are you coming over,” the voice on the other end was terse, her words, clipped.

“Around six.”

“Make it sooner. I want you there when I get home. … and be ready. ”

“OK.”

He thought it best to keep his response simple. She was in no mood.

The 32 year old quickly prepared himself for Connie’s arrival, while he had never questioned their age difference, in the beginning it had concerned Connie. Tom’s only problem was that he loved older women and Connie was a dream come true. Having been married for over 30 years to the only lover she had ever know, Connie was ripe for experimentation and although he had never met the man, Tom had raised a glass to his benefactor on more than one occasion. You see Connie’s late husband was an ass man, or to be more precise, an ass fucker.

Tom often smiled when he recalled he and Connie’s first love making session. He had just hammered her pussy big time when Connie flipped over on her stomach so quickly it would make your head would spin.

Grabbing an ample cheek in both hands she pulled herself open wide. Tom lay by her side a little perplexed. (more…)

It was a new chapter in my life, one journey had just ended and a new one was about to begin. I had just finished college with a degree in Computers and was starting grad school to earn my Masters in Computer Information Systems and Network Design.

I would be working for my MBA with an emphasis in the two areas mentioned. In addition, I had landed a marvelous ground floor opportunity as a Jr. Systems Programmer Analyst with the opportunity for fast track advancement in a booming multinational shipping company.

I was to leave the 3rd week in May and would start my job the second week of June with grad school beginning in early September. This would give me about 3 weeks to get settled in my new apartment and find my way around town before I started my new job and a while to rest up before hitting the books again.

I had always wanted to take a train cross country and to me, flying was overrated Since it was nearly a 700 mile trip(almost 14 hours by train) I decided to take the evening train so I would be able to sleep and arrive early the next day. The month leading up to my trip, I said my goodbyes to all my friends and that day, my parents, along with my best friends took me out to lunch and I spent the rest of the day getting ready for my trip. (more…)

I had a good job. I was the editor and part owner of a weekly newspaper in Waverly, Kansas. It was a town of about 1000 souls, settled after the Civil War by a group of pioneers from Ohio. In fact the main event of the year was a large gathering in a clearing on the edge of town and it was called Old Ohio Days. I had a good house, a modest three bedroom bungalow within walking distance of my job. I had two good children who had long-since grown up and moved away. I had four grandchildren who I rarely saw but who entertained me with occasional letters and pictures which they had drawn in school. I had all the good things a man could desire save one. I did not have a good woman.

I had had a good woman, my wife of many years, but she had passed away after a long and fearsome fight with cancer. I was still in good health, good being a relative expression for a man who had recently seen fifty. I was still considered marriage material but unfortunately in those days, the tail end of the 19th century, and in that place the pickings were slim.

Perhaps I was too picky. There were several widows of my age in our small community. I rarely lacked for dinner invitations, some of which I accepted, some I declined. The women came in various sizes with various backgrounds but none of them lit my fire. Perhaps I was looking for too much wit, too much intelligence, too much articulateness.
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It was a warm Saturday night, and as usual I had a house full of teenagers. I didn’t mind, I loved their company, I don’t think I ever grew up as most of the time I felt more relaxed hanging with them than I did my “grown up” friends. My teenage son was there, and his older sister, and her fiancé John, and a couple of their mates.

We had all been for a drink, then come back to my house, where we smoked a bit grass, and everyone lay about on sofas or carpet chatting and putting the world to rights.

As was usual on these occasions, I seemed to end up having most of my conversations with one of John’s friends, a boy of 20 called Iain. Not only was he smarter than most of the other kids and could keep up with me mentally, but we had a similar sense of humor, and he always made me laugh with his wry quips. Often everyone else would end up crashing on the carpet or disappear to bed and he and I would sit talking until the sun came up. We usually flirted a little too, lighthearted stuff, but enough to make our conversations interesting with a slight sexual edge. I love flirting; I happen to think it’s one of many dying arts; I look at my daughter sometimes and think how all the subtlety seems to have disappeared from relationships. Her idea of flirting seemed to consist of saying to her fiancé, “I’m horny, shag me now.” (more…)

Upon opening her eyes, Mrs. Cummings looked out the window to see it was a dreary and cloudy day. Kind of like her marriage. Will, or Mr. Cummings has become a stranger to her. He stays at work at all hours of the night, and travels a lot on business trips… or so he told her.

Mrs. Cummings was a beautiful woman with a body that many forty-year old women only wish they had. She was also a great cook, took care of the house, and their daughter Symone. All fine qualities to keep a man’s eye at home. Even though she suspected Mr. Cummings of having an affair, she said nothing. She continued to be the supporting wife she had always been.

She slipped on her robe and slippers and fumbled to the kitchen. She stopped to stare at the mess left behind by Symone and Mr. Cummings. With a deep sigh, she picked up the dishes on the table and put them in the sink. She dumped out the coffee from Mr. Cummings and made a new pot, and continued to tidy up the kitchen. An hour passed by the time she finished her coffee and added out the expenses to be paid for the week. As she walked back to the bedroom to get dressed her mind was filled with thoughts of the day’s errands.

Her robe lay on the bed as she looked in the mirror thinking, ” Am I getting old?” She examined her face closely. Not a wrinkle on it. She moved her hand down her neck. Then removed the straps to her nightie and allowed it to drop to the floor. Her breasts developed goose bumps as her hand flowed over them. It was causing her nipples to pucker. Realizing she could take this further than she has time for, she stopped and took a deep breath. (more…)

At twenty six, I had worked in the maintenance department of the office building for something like eight years. It was a go nowhere kind of job, but no one really bothered me, and I was more or less my own boss. The tenants of the building ranged from travel agents, to wholesalers, and even one attorney. None of which were very interesting people as far as I was concerned.

All but one…

About a month ago, a woman who was an interior decorator moved in and set up shop. She was as unlike the rest of the tenants as night is from day. I had no idea of her real age, but I figured that she was somewhere in the age neighborhood of my mother! Short, well styled, absolutely silver hair framed a still attractive face with piercing blue eyes, and a smile that was totally dazzling. The real thing about her was her build. Well dressed in a conservative manner, she still had the body of a twenty year old which surprised the hell out of me. Curvy, full breasted, with legs that from what I could see which wasn’t much, seemed to be truly incredible.

I hadn’t run into Mrs. Nance very often, and then, it was only a nod and a ‘hello’, so it sort of surprised me that one day, there was a message on my machine to come by her office. Of course, I hurried right up. After knocking on the door, I entered as she said, “Come in?” (more…)

It was approaching the time to prepare for her appointment. Fran Merryman steeled herself as she looked at the clock. It read 12:15 - the dreaded appointment was set for two in the afternoon. She had less than two hours before what she was sure was going to be one of the most embarrassing events of her life. Her heart raced a bit as she thought about it. How could she ever have got herself into this? No matter - the deed was done, now she just had to go through with it. Hopefully she could could get there and back without encountering anyone who knew her.

She had made the appointment two days ago. The place was of her own choice - a location where she felt no one would know her, a place where she hoped, in fact, that there would be no one except the person she was to meet. She had only met him once, and he didn’t really know how she was going to be involved. To him it would be, she hoped, only a professional engagement. (more…)

I had been tutoring Marina for about three weeks now, three times a week. Each time, we had sex. She was learning her “sex education” very well. She had learned every word I could think of for cock and pussy, she was giving me terrific blow jobs, she enjoyed my oral sex, and each week we would fuck each other. We had even started seeing each other outside of our tutoring sessions, although no dating yet, as her father was very strict about that. Each time I went to the house I was greeted warmly with hugs from her mother and father and compliments on how well she was doing since getting my help.

Saturday I went over to her house for a cram session because of a big test coming up Monday. I rang the bell, but instead of Marina I heard her mother’s voice on the intercom saying “come around to the back please.”

When I opened the gate to the yard I saw Mrs. Sandoval reclining in a lounge chair at the edge of the pool. “Hi, Mrs. Sandoval, I was supposed to tutor Marina today, is she here?” (more…)

I can’t believe next year I will be going to UCLA on a full scholarship for football - me, Jack Nelson. I’ll be leaving home as an adult. It feels great after always being thought of as a child. My mom and dad are great, I could not ask for better parents. I have a lot of good friends that I will miss but I’m ready to be my own man. I am making extra money this summer doing odd jobs. I don’t really have a steady girl; I was always playing football, basketball, or baseball. I did not date very much.

I looked at the clock it was 6:00 am, I jump out of bed put on some shorts a T-shirt and my running shoes and down the stairs and out the door on my morning five mile run. When I was through with my run I was scheduled to help the Andersons, who have been our neighbors for fifteen years. They were giving a party this Saturday; I was going to help them set everything up. Plus I was making $7.00 per hour, money in the bank! I really felt good, since I have been working out, lifting and running. I was hard as a rock and I was up to 235 lb of muscle. Last year in high school I played at 205 lb, I put on 30lb more which will help me playing next year. I’m 6′ 2″ with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. I think I look pretty damn good. The extra muscle looks hot on my frame. (more…)