The Art Gallery
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Angie pawed through her closet, searching for the perfect dress. Hard to strike the right balance, she mused. Gordy’s photography gallery opening needs class and elegance, not sexy. My old prom dress would be over the top. She pulled out a formfitting, low-cut black dress, shook her head and hung it back on the rack. Frowning, she sat at her combination vanity/desk.
Think design, girl. The main attraction are Gordy’s photos of nature subjects with fuzzy focus trees as the background. Impressionistic, pointillist. Her eyes lit up and she rummaged in the closet again. Way in the back she found a dress she hadn’t worn in years. It had a black background and many dots of varying sizes and different pastel shades. Standing before the mirror, she held it against herself. She nodded. Perfect, it’ll complement the exhibit. It’s attractive enough but I need something to add elegance and class. Gordy hired me as his assistant for two weddings during spring break, so I can afford to spend a few bucks.
She drove to the mall and, after visiting only three stores, came home with her purchases. She showered and put on conservative makeup before she slipped into a bra and panty set. She smiled as she snapped the waistband into place. The high cut bikini had a pastel flower on the front panel. She thought, my outfit is kinda like the exhibit, dots framing a flower. She slid open the packet of pantyhose and pulled them over her hips, adjusting the legs carefully. Angie knew her long legs were most attractive feature, and the new pantyhose featured a glittering spiral of tiny sequins down one leg. Her new shoes barely hid her toes and gleamed in patent leather and gold. She inspected herself in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction.
She arrived at the gallery early to help Gordy set up. He greeted her with a hug and asked about school and her photography classes. They chatted as they walked around the gallery, giving Angie her first look at the selected photos. A young man came in from the back room.
“Oh, right. Angie, you know Paul. He works for the gallery owner. He’ll help us out.”
Angie nodded and said hello to Paul, with whom she’d attended high school. She even took his graduation picture. He asked her out once, but she turned him down. He habitually leered.
Nevertheless, Paul was helpful. He helped set up and decorate the table of refreshments and wine, made sure the wastebaskets were emptied and answered any questions that came up. The three had a few minutes to sit and relax before the doors opened. They sat and chatted.
“Angie, your dress is perfect. It almost looks like the backgrounds.” Gordy smiled.
“I hoped it would. I thought maybe it would be over the top, and it would, if the dress itself was anything but black.”
“I like the bling on your beautiful legs,” Paul said, obviously staring.
Angie ignored him.
The opening went very well. Several of Gordy’s married clients showed up and even a reporter from the local paper. Note cards and CDs were the most popular items, but three of his large print sold as well.
After everyone left, the three cleaned up. Angie offered to wash the dishes if the others would bring them in from the front room. The two men bustled back and forth. Once, as Angie bent over the sink to scrub, she heard the click of a shutter. Wondering who found a suitable photo subject in that mundane environment, she turned around. Paul stood there only a few feet behind her, completing a motion of standing up, hands in his pockets.
Angie figured it out. Arms akimbo, she grated out, “You took a picture up my dress, didn’t you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, yes you do! Hand it over.” She reached out for his phone.
“No way am I gonna give you my phone!”
Gordy walked in, carrying a platter with a few broken crackers. Taken aback, he stopped in the doorway. A furious Angie whirled to face him.
“This perv took a picture up my dress.”
“I did not. Paranoid, stuck up bitch.”
“I want to see his phone!”
“I’m not giving you my phone! Fuck that!”
Gordy shrugged. “All right, she says you did, you say you didn’t, you don’t want to give her your phone. Simple enough. Give it to me.”
“I’m not gonna give it to you either.”
“Why not? I’m a neutral party and we’ll know the truth.”
“I’m not showing my phone anybody. It’s my constitutional right.”
Gordy shrugged again. “Okay, but I’ll certainly report this to the owners. They’re friends of mine too, you know.” He eyed Paul suspiciously.
Paul’s demeanor changed rapidly. “No, don’t tell them. Please don’t tell them.”
Gordy held out his hand. “The phone.”
Reluctantly, unable to make eye contact, Paul dug his phone out of his pocket and gave it to Paul.
Gordy punched a couple of buttons, then looked disgusted. He held up the phone.
There stood Angie bent over the sink. The picture had been taken from near the floor level revealing all of her legs, the heavier material at the top of her pantyhose with the central seam running right through the white triangle of her panties where they peeked from under the hem of her dress.
“I knew it! You’re a liar and a pervert.”
“Angie, why don’t you delete it?” Gordy handed her the phone. “Then give it back to him.”
“Good idea.” Angie punched a few keys, her eyes snapping at Paul. She laid the phone on the counter and he sidled over and retrieved it.
Gordy said, “This is a serious matter. Ed and Marilyn aren’t going to like it when they hear about their employee.”
“You said if I showed you the camera you wouldn’t tell.”
Gordy and Angie exchanged quizzical looks. “Don’t start that kind of bullshit. No one said anything of the kind,” Angie said through clenched teeth.
“Oh, please don’t tell. I’m sorry, Angie, really I am. It’s just that you’re so beautiful and have such great legs and you won’t even date me. They’ll probably fire me and tell my parents and it’ll be very embarrassing. Look, it’s just one photo and it’s gone. Let’s forget the whole thing. I promise not to do it again…to you or anyone else.”
“Do you believe that, Gordy?” Angie felt a bit of concern. What if Gordy bought the male idea that the photo was harmless fun?
“You can stop that kind of crap right now. You’re in trouble. Angie’s a great kid and deserves respect. Any woman does.”
“Worth me losing my job?”
“Why not, perv?”
“I know Ed and Marilyn. They’re decent people, wouldn’t like this at all.”
“Look, I really need this job. Is there any way I can get out of having you tell them?”
“I feel a responsibility. She’s my employee and you’re theirs.”
“Please? Anything?”
“You deserve everything that you get and you need to be punished.” Gordy paused. “Well, taking a picture like that is really immature. I have a suggestion, but the decision is Angie’s.”
“What’s the idea?” the others said in unison.
“An immature act deserves a childlike punishment. You take a bare butt spanking from Angie, as long and as hard as she wants.”
Angie looked surprised, then smiled. She craned her neck as though to size up Paul’s butt. “I quite like the idea.”
Paul shook his head and blinked. “No way! I’m not getting spanked like a little kid.”
“Okay, that’s your decision.” Gordy produced his phone from his pocket. “I’ll call Ed right now.”
“Wait, don’t call!” Seeing Gordon pause, he looked relieved. “Is there some other way I can be punished? Something less embarrassing? I agree I deserve to be punished, but let’s compromise.”
“I’d have to agree to any compromise and I like Gordy’s suggestion. A lot.”
“How about it, kid? Ready to drop those drawers?”
“Bare butt, no limit? Let me keep my undies on at least.”
Angie, beaming, rubbed her hands together in anticipation. “You’re bargaining from a position of weakness.” She pointed at his waist, then pointed her finger straight down.
Paul looked from one to the other and saw further discussion was useless. Head hanging, unable to meet their eyes, he shuffled over to a chair, sat and removed his shoes. He stood, then unfastened, dropped and stepped out of his pants. He wore camouflage boxers.
Angie giggled. “It’s a little late to try to hide now. What silly underwear.”
Biting his lower lip, Paul finally met Angie’s gaze. “Please? Let me keep them?”
“Off.”
”Shit,” said Paul as he tugged his underwear down. As he straightened up, he covered himself with one hand.
“I’m going to see it anyway, take your hand away.”
Shamefacedly, Paul revealed a 6 inch, circumcised cock, fully erect, pointing straight up.
Angie looked at him impersonally. “Not bad. Average. I’ve seen bigger and prettier cocks. Let’s get on with it. Lean against the counter.”
Angie wasted no time once Paul took position. She slapped his buttocks, alternating cheeks. To her surprise, the fair-haired boy’s cheeks reddened after only a few blows. Also to her surprise, her hand began to hurt long before she felt Paul had suffered enough. “You wait there, I’m not done with you yet.” Her handbag, stored in a desk drawer, was only a few steps away. She retrieved her hairbrush and smacked it against her palm menacingly.
Paul, glancing back, saw the implement and gulped.
Angie resumed spanking him. The hairbrush quickly elicited a greater response from Paul. He grunted and shuffled his feet at each blow. “You really are a creep, Paul. I’ve half a mind to tell our friends, but I won’t unless I hear of you doing similar things. You violated my space, my privacy, my dignity and my sexuality.” She punctuated her list with extra hard blows for each item.
Gordy, avidly watching, reached into a pot on the counter containing kitchen implements and handed Angie a long handled wooden spoon. “Better leverage. Flick your wrist.”
Angie smiled her thanks and accepted the spoon. She quickly discovered how to rain fast, hard strikes on the punished lecher. She grinned and licked her lips.
Gordy, also grinning, caught her eye. “I like watching you work. You’re a natural.” He made a show of adjusting his erection in his pants.
She smiled wickedly, opened her mouth and ran her tongue around her lips suggestively. She turned her attention back to Paul. “You’re a slimy little bastard, just as I always suspected.” She struck him harder and faster.
“Ow! Ouch! That really hurts!”
“Well, you deserve it, creep.”
“I learned my lesson. I’ll never do it again. Ow!”
“You sure won’t try it with me, but what about other girls?”
“I’ll never do it again to anyone, I promise. I’ll disable the camera on my phone, just please stop. It hurts too much!”
“The deal was I spank you as long as hard as I want and I’m not satisfied.” She continued smacking his inflamed cheeks.
With a knowing smile, Gordy whispered in her ear, “Feel how warm his cheeks are.”
“Oh, you’re right. His cheeks are very warm. I bet that stings. What do you say, Paul?”
“Sure it stings, enough to teach me my lesson. Are you done?”
“Not on your life. Gordy, would you like to feel also?”
“No, the only male spanked cheeks I like to feel are my own. Go on, you’re doing great.”
Angie rained another series of blows on Paul’s inflamed ass. She braced herself with a palm in the small of his back.
In serious pain, Paul hopped from one foot to another, moaning wordlessly. Suddenly, all his resistance broke. “Wahhhh, waaahhh!” He shook his head and tears flew from his eyes.
“Oh! Crying!” As her breathing became loud and ragged, her blows, while still strong, became more rhythmical. “Oh!! Ahhhh! Whhooooo!” She tossed her head from side to side, sending her hair flying.
Grinning Gordy popped two thumbs up. “Over the top, Angie!”
Angie, coming down off her peak, hugged herself, swinging her body from side to side. “Oh, I love that! I had no idea! That was so hot!”
“Please, please no more. It’s too much. I’m on fire!” Paul sniffed back more tears.
Panting, Angie said, “Turn around. Face us.”
Paul turned around, little unsteady. He braced his feet far apart. Tears stained his cheeks. He looked pathetic. “Please don’t hurt me any more. Please.”
Angie pointed to his limp dick. “Not so proud and horny anymore, are you? What a silly little thing. I do like hearing you beg.” She brandished the spoon. “Let’s hear it again.”
“Please, please Angie, I’ve taken enough. I’ll never do it again. I learned my lesson. Please, Angie, don’t spank me again.”
“Apologize, thank me for punishing you, and thank us both for not telling. Because we won’t.”
“Thank you for that?”
She waved the spoon. “Maybe you haven’t had enough…”
“No, that’s okay. Thank you for punishing me. I shouldn’t have taken that picture and I’m sorry I did. I’ll never do it again, not to you, not to anybody. And I thank you both very much for promising not to tell anybody about this. I sure won’t mention it.”
“I bet you won’t,” snorted Angie derisively. “Get your clothes on and get out of here. Gordy and I will lock up.”
Paul scuttled over to his discarded clothing and quickly threw them on, not even bothering with his underwear and socks, stuffing them in his pockets. With a final plea for them not to tell anybody, he departed.
Gordy followed him to make sure he left, then returned to the office.
Angie threw herself into his arms. “I don’t care about our professional relationship. I need to be fucked right now!”
Gordy picked her up and whirled her around. “Yes! I’ve lusted after you since… Well, I didn’t act on it.” They mashed their lips together passionately as he carried her to a couch against one wall of the office. They sat together, she fooling with his shirt buttons, he unzipping her dress. She quickly unstrapped her slides. They stood and Angie let the dress fall to the floor. She discarded her bra and skimmed down her hose and panties while Gordy kicked off his shoes, threw his shirt over his head and stepped out of his pants.
Angie propped up her head with a handy pillow and threw one leg over the back of the couch.
Gordy knelt on the couch and bent towards her pussy. “You’re all wet, and the aroma…”
Angie groped toward his cock. “Fuck me now! Dessert later.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He slid his arms around her back. As he kissed her, his cock slipped into her moist slit.
“Oh! Yes! Oh yeah!” Angie bucked her hips as Gordy slammed into her, fucking her as fast as he could.
Angie screamed aloud as she came. “Oh that was so fucking hot! Spanking! What a turn on!”
Gordy, breathing hard from his efforts, gasped, “I knew you’d like it.” He bumped into her more slowly, recovering. He squeezed and sucked both of her breasts.
“Faster!”
Gordy eagerly obliged and soon Angie exploded in another orgasm.
In the afterglow, Gordy slipped in and out of her at a more sedate pace. Their kisses became more sensual than desperate. Gordy squeezed her breasts and thumbed her nipples. She scratched his ass and playfully spanked it. “Oh, I loved spanking him! It wasn’t so much hurting him as having him under my thumb. When I saw him crying, I went over the top. Only time I ever came without something going on down there.”
Gordy laughed. “I always figured if you ever get started, you’d be a natural.”
“A natural what?”
“Dominant female. You’ve always been assertive, don’t take any crap from anybody and stick up for yourself like you did with Paul. Angie, I gotta tell you I get very turned on by take charge women.”
She knit her eyebrows together. “That’s right. You said something about your own spanked cheeks. What did you mean?”
He looked straight into her eyes and said, “I love being spanked by a woman as a prelude to giving her fantastic sex. Want to go for two in a day?” he invited with an impish grin.
Angie snickered. “Wow, what an offer. Nicest offer I’ve had all day. Now I have to choose between fucking and spanking.”
“It can be very different if the spanking’s for funishment and instead of punishment. You were right on to ridicule his dick and have him bent over, but in a foreplay for spanking it’s nice to have the guy over your lap. It’s more intimate and you can reach around and play with the cock that’s going to give you so much pleasure.”
“Sounds intriguing. But won’t you wilt like he did?”
“Probably not. For one thing, I like being spanked. For another, maybe you’ll keep playing with it once in a while. What you say? Fuck or spank then fuck?”
“No contest. Spank then fuck. Let’s get going.”
After a kiss and a few more thrusts, Gordy withdrew and stood up.
Angie sat on the couch, pointing to her lap. “Get your ass over here if you know what’s good for you.” She couldn’t help smiling as she spoke.
“Sec,” Gordy said. He darted across the room to grab the wooden spoon. “I suggest you start with an intimate hand spanking, then use the spoon,” he said eagerly as he lay across her firm thighs.
“Oh, this is going to be fun!” Angie’s hand roamed over the rounded cheeks, into the crease and tickled his ass hole. She scratched his ass, then started to spank. She started light, alternating cheeks, but soon slapped harder and smacked one cheek several times before switching back to the other. “You don’t get red as fast as Paul did.”
“I guess you’ll just have to spank me longer and harder. Angie, this is wonderful. You can’t imagine how many times I’ve thought of being just like this with you.”
“Wow, you never let on.”
“It would be unprofessional and besides, you started working for me when you were in high school. But now you’re of age and then that spanking… Oh, the spanking feels so good, Angie.”
“I’m glad you like it. I sure do.” She swatted him harder. After a bit, she paused and rubbed his ass. “Now you’re getting red and warm, too.”
He reached around. “Yep, that’s the way I like it. Nice and warm. I hope you’re not done.”
“No way. Do you think you’ll cry like Paul did?”
“No, there has to be real fear, if not contrition. Do your worst… um… best.”
“My hand’s starting to hurt. Thanks for the spoon. But first… Spread those legs.” She reached between his legs and caressed his balls, then wrapped her hand around his stiff cock and pumped it. Gordy raised his hips. “Mmm, you’re right, you stay nice and hard.”
Gordy gasped and grunted. “Hard not to come.”
“I can tell. All that pre-cum. You better save it for my pussy.” She let go of his cock and spanked him with the spoon.
“Oh, that’s it. That stings. I love it. Keep it up!”
“Oh, I will!” She rained blows down on alternate cheeks, then concentrated on one spot on the far cheek. Again and again she struck him, savoring his reaction.
He grunted with each blow, then gasped, finally kicking his legs and pounding his fists on the couch. “Oh, that hurts! You’re so talented, Angie!”
“Oh, God, I love this! I am getting so fucking horny.” She smacked him again and again.
Beyond words, her boss cried out, “Ah! Ah! Ah!”
Angie flicked her wrist as her arm descended again and again.
Crack! The handle of the spoon broke and the head flew across the room. “Wow! The spoon broke!”
“That’s too bad… I think. You really got me going, girl. My bum stings like hell. Thank you so much. How can I repay you?” he said with a lilt in his voice.
“Get up, you. Make me cum. Lick me until I tell you to stop.”
Gordy dropped to his knees on the floor, put his hands high on the insides of her thighs, and spread her legs. He paused to take in the sight and aroma of her damp pussy. Girl juice leaked towards her perineum. The darker outer folds of her inner lips protruded invitingly. Delicately, Gordy kissed her, licked her, and, encouraged by her gasp, probe with his tongue and flipped it over her clit.
Burying her fingers in his thick brown hair, and she moaned and gasped as she achieved another orgasm. “More! More!”
Eagerly, Gordy kept licking and sucking her clit. He slid two fingers as deep into her dampness as he could, wiggling them about.
“Aaaahhhh! Oh, yes! Oh, yeah!” Angie screamed out another strong orgasm. As she came down offer peak, she gasped, “Fuck me! Fuck me now!” She let go of his head and lay back on the couch as she had before.
Gordy wasted no time climbing back onto the couch. Grinning, he pressed his body to hers and kissed her deeply. A little probing and he slipped back inside her. He started out moderately fast, pistoning in and out of her, mumbling, “You’re so hot, Angie!”
Angie dug her fingernails into his warm buns. She scratched him, then kept spanking him. “Spanking and fucking! Spanking and fucking! I love it! Ohhh! Ahhhh!”
“I love it to. Makes you cum real easy!” Gordy slowed the pace after she came. He sucked in her breast, savoring the dark aureoles and erect nipples.
“Oh, my tits feel so good! Keep licking ‘em!
Gordy picked up speed and Angie went over the top again. “I can hold out much longer. Want to finish on top?”
“Sure,” beamed Angie.
Gordy slowly withdrew and lay on his back on the rug on the floor. “Take me, I’m yours.”
Grinning, Angie straddled him on her knees. She tucked them into her and then raised and lowered herself very slowly, pausing with just his cockhead inside her lips.
“Oh, my God! That is so hot! Ride me! Use me!”
“I love being on top.” She watched his face intently while she rocked back and forth, holding his cockhead between her lips.
Gordy gulped and grit his teeth, setting his job. “Feel so good, but I want more!”
“I love seeing your face all screwed up like that.”
“I knew it. You are a very talented dominant! I saw you first!”
Angie dropped her body down its shaft. They met with an audible slap. She worked her hips up and down fast, sliding his dick in and out of her pussy.
“Trying not to cum …”
Showing superb control, Angie stopped at the very top of the stroke, tiny hip movements massaged his cockhead.
“Oh, wow! Whew!”
“Do you like it when I fuck your cockhead?”
“Yes! Yes, I do!”
“Then you won’t mind if I just let it pop out when I’m done?”
“You’re in charge; you can use me however you like. But I would so like to cum!”
Angie drop down and fucked until he was just about ready to come once again. She stopped at the top and fixed him with a sardonic grin. “Which do you like better? Fucking or teasing?”
“Are you kidding! They’re both terrific!”
Angie leaned forward to kiss him as she resumed fucking, hips rising and falling as Gordy thrust up to meet her. “Cum! Cum together!” Angie tossed her head from side to side and ripped his ass tightly.
Wordlessly, they bellowed and screamed together clutching one another, mouths and tongues momentarily meeting, only to part for more screams and gasps.
Eventually, the pair lay side-by-side on the floor holding each other, kissing, telling each other how wonderful it been.
“From now on, all my boyfriends get spanked. I can’t believe how fucking hot that was.”
“Lucky them. Lucky you. Lucky me. Um… Do you think we can repeat?”
“We’d better. I’m not done with you yet. You’re a very good lover.”
“Thank you. Back atcha.”
With a few final kisses, Angie got up to dress. As he watched her, Gordy said, “You really got me going with those schoolgirl ensembles you used to wear— tie, vest, pleated skirt, knee socks, loafers. The stuff of fantasies.
Angie grinned. “I guess so. I used to get a lot of attention in school when I dressed like that.
“Maybe next time you could…”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
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I did get some research done for my thesis Sunday morning. The only reason I could concentrate on it was because it was about the show. It was a relief to be able to look at numbers regarding the show instead of looking at content. CEN wasn't making a fortune off the show. It turns out that the ratings for the first week were weak. We'd find out our second week ratings on Tuesday. I wondered how much we paid for the vital statistical information we got from this company. Donna was in charge...
Martin to Martina By Maddy Maddison Synopsis: How a boy's life is changed when he decides to do what he can to be adopted. The only catch is that he doesn't like the consequences as things get out of control. Categories: Chemical or Drug Induced Change, Deals, Bets or Dares, Femdom, Authoritarian, School Girl, Age: Preteen to teen AP Keywords: Hair or Hair Salon, Martin waited nervously with the other children who were told that they were candidates fro adoption. He had...
(episode 13)My heart was set on getting a big group of my friends together to go to Florida for spring break like we had done the year before. And I especially was looking forward to some special fun with my girlfriend Jennifer. But events never turn out the way you plan, our desires are often crushed.Despite Jennifer coaxing me into new sexual experiments like the little vibrator in my ass incident, anal licking and making videos of our love making, some tensions between us had developed...
College Sexby Quiver Author's Note & Disclaimer: This is my first attempt at a first person narrative. But I figured this would be a good candidate for it, because this story is actually based on a true story from my past! Some identifying and personal details have been altered, but overall this is a surprisingly accurate recounting of some true events. This story contains graphic depictions of sexual activity and is intended to be read only by adults of legal age in legal contexts. All characters...
Mia felt the cold breeze of the air-conditioning make the hairs on her arm stand on end. The warmth from the setting sun was still beating down outside the car. Looking over to the driver seat through drowsy eyes, she smiled inwardly at herself as she admired the view of her boyfriend Jesse. They had already crossed quite a few state lines as they got closer and closer to their spring break retreat. Daytona Beach was the destination and they were planning to stay for the full week. Mia relaxed...
Novels(episode 6)Over the Christmas Holidays after that hike in the mountains I hooked up with Jennifer two more times and we decided that we would see each other exclusively. Once back in Athens, I found myself spending most nights at Jennifer’s apartment that she shared with her best friend, Brittany. I found myself experiencing sex on a regular basis over the next several weeks and it was absolutely fantastic. That winter semester I pledged the fraternity that mt friends Nick and Bob were in and...
College Sex1. Jane. It wasn’t a plan, just a fantasy. A half formed image swirling in my head from the last look at the picture as I covered it up, what an arousing thought it was though. I wondered if he would do it? It had been a long day getting the exhibition ready and now I was alone, I was in need of some – relaxation. Pouring the wine I thought about Michael and smiled to myself. Yes, Michael. The photographer. Would he do it? Of course he would, I remembered the few times I’d seen him looking at...
His soft touch now running down your ribcage has you nearly paralyzed and your body yearns for more. You fight to regain control and look up at your tormentor. Torch light flickers on his face, the whites of his eyes glow even in the shadows. Dark green and intense, he's looking deep into yours and you feel your little bit of control slipping away. The Gallery With the lightest touch, my fingers slowly move down your neck. You stretch it out to make the sensation last longer. I do not stop...
FantasyIt was my senior year of high school, spring break, and I was sitting in my seat preparing myself for my first flight south of the border. A lot of firsts were going to happen this spring break, actually.My varsity soccer team had qualified for an international invitational tournament in Mexico. It happened to coincide with our school's spring break, which meant that we were going to get to spend an entire week living it up in Campeche, on the coast of the Gulf of Mexico. And, with the approval...
TrueVolume I – Exposing Cindy: Spring Break Chapter one: setting the context I was raised in the Midwest, Ohio to be precise, and my move to south Louisiana, to attend college, was a culture shock of biblical proportions for me. I arrived on the LSU campus, an innocent 17-year-old product of an ‘all-girls Catholic school’, quite naïve and a bit overwhelmed. I had received a partial academic scholarship to attend Louisiana State, which made this my lowest cost option to get a college education. I...
ExhibitionismThis is how a heart breaks Six months ago. ...Sara woke from her usual nightmares. Weak and shaking, she barely managed to get herself up and deal with the waking world. She had thought things were getting better, she had made such progress, but lately things had gotten worse again. The first set of dreams involved the case that had sent her on leave from being a social worker. It had seemed like a very straightforward case. A young boy, about 5 years old, had lost his parents in...
When we got off the plane, I was so excited to see Alex, I couldnt wait to start my spring break. Then I spotted him, wearing a typical Florida attire, Shorts, a tank top and sandals. Maybe it was the excitment of beaing away from home, maybe it had just been along itme sinve I had seen Alex, but he looked great, even Jen whispered under her breath "your brother is hot". And I had to agree with her, Alex is a little over 6' tall, tanned, and the tank top showed off his well defined arms...
March, 1982, Milford, Ohio As I drove along I-65, I thought about what Stephanie had asked for and what Bethany had said without even knowing about the request. Of course, because Bethany and I were so in tune, she might have actually had an idea that I was struggling with getting involved with my sister again. I kept turning it over and over in my mind and I kept coming to the same conclusion — that I shouldn’t do it. I was torn between doing what Stephanie wanted and doing what Kara and...
The best fun I’ve ever had was during vacation. Ever notice that when they show Spring Break videos featuring college students having fun, they almost never show black students? That’s messed up, you know. I guess that’s why my friends and I decided to make our own black-themed Spring Break video. Show the world they were wrong and display once and for all the fact that black male and black female college students can get down with the best of thing. After all, I’m pretty sure our ancestors...
Spring Break In MexicoIn the Spring of 1984, I had the unbelievable gift of going to Mazatlan, Mexico with my stepdaughter. As most, if not all stories on xhamster are fantasies or at best, some one’s dreams, this is a true story in every detail. Hope you enjoy it.MEXICO SPRING BREAKWe had parked my car on the Arizona side of the border. My stepdaughter and I were on our way to Mazaltan. She had won a bikini-contest the spring break before, and having no current boyfriend, asked me to go with...
We were pretty somber the day after the party. Sheriff Donaldson called to say that Cathy had definitely been drugged, but that she would be all right since we'd alerted him about her condition. Brenda came to collect Dawn first thing in the morning and they went to visit their friend in the hospital. We sat at the table wondering if we could have or should have done something more or different. Both girls were a bit more reserved when we met in class. Cathy gave me a whispered, "Thank you....
For Jesse, ‘Boys Day’ turned out to be some of the best fun of Spring Break so far, even though he was reluctant at first to even leave the condo after his escapades in the shower with Mia that morning. After the first hour with the guys, Jesse was glad to be spending the day with them. Mark, his flatmate from university, goaded him into cutting loose for the day, suggesting water sports and cruising the beach. Jesse wasn’t stupid though – it was mostly a tactic for him to be Mark’s wing man...
Novels"I don't want to go," Danielle said defiantly. After our food chemistry exam Wednesday, the triplets had come out to the ranch to run their next experiment in French cooking and I decided to join them. I'd made a stop when we got home to go to Theresa's and play with the babies. Of course, at three months, playtime mostly meant holding my son in my arms while Theresa and I talked. Doreen had only two months off and had gone back to work after Valentine's Day. Theresa had taken on the...
Spring Break Slave By humbleslave "You fucking bitch!," I exclaimed for about the one hundredth time as I saw her holding up a DVD as she boarded the plane. A week ago, I had landed in Mexico, a regular college guy looking to blow off some steam on spring break. What I am now, and will be in the future, entirely depends upon the devious mind of the girl who just boarded the plane, whom I know only as "Mistress Ashleigh." I met Ashleigh my first night in Mexico. Returning to...
March 3, 1984, McKinley, Ohio “Decided against it?” Clarissa asked as we walked back to the dorm after saying ‘goodbye’ to Liz and Violet. “Ignoring any other issues, it would have been tacky to leave you and Liz to go fool around. And again, leaving everything else aside, how would Violet feel knowing you and Liz were in the other room.” “Those were your only reasons?” Clarissa asked as we got into the elevator. “No, but they were sufficient to not consider it.” “And you got to know...
(Episode 21) This story is about spring break of my junior year in college and follows “Make-up Sexathon!” Weeks before spring break, the girls in my close knit gang of friends came up with the marvelous idea that our entire gang should spend spring break together. I was absolutely delighted with that idea. In fact, it erased the dread I had harbored deep inside about the possibility of Jennifer and I going on separate spring breaks. The worry over any potential damage that would do to our...
It was late on a Thursday night around 11. I was texting my best friend Brandi about the guys off of SuperNatural. That's when she asked if I wanted to hang out with her on Saturday through next Saturday for spring break. "I'll have to ask mom but in sure it's fine" I just turned 18 the month before and this was going to be our last spring break together before the summer and I go away for basic training. I head down stairs and ask my mom if it's alright me and Brandi hang out for spring break....
LesbianBonnie, Tina, and Denise had been dreaming of Spring Break all winter long, and now it was finally here. They were juniors in college and, as such, all finally able to legally drink. They had planned for over a year and managed to rent a three-bedroom condo online using Bonnie’s older brother Joe’s name and credit card. Joe was twenty-nine and happy to help the girls out. He remembered how much it sucked being too young to rent a hotel or a car when he was Bonnie’s age and had relied on an...
College SexWe kept up our same rhythm until Spring Break. Sylvia and I decided to stay at the college, while Jay and Valerie both went home. Sylvia moved into my room and we only got dressed to go to the dining hall. The dorm was mostly empty, so we fucked everywhere we could. It got warm one day so we spent the day at the pool. I was required to swim nude, and Sylvia chose to do the same. We met a couple of girls there that neither of us knew. They were admiring my uncut cock and asked Sylvia if it was...
We kept up our same rhythm until Spring Break. Sylvia and I decided to stay at the college, while Jay and Valerie both went home. Sylvia moved into my room and we only got dressed to go to the dining hall. The dorm was mostly empty, so we fucked everywhere we could. It got warm one day so we spent the day at the pool. I was required to swim nude, and Sylvia chose to do the same. We met a couple of girls there that neither of us knew. They were admiring my uncut cock and asked Sylvia if it was...
BisexualNEW BODY GALLERY BY PAUL G JUTRAS The Body Gallery shops had been around for a couple of years. Dealing in body suits and costumes around the country they did well. After an accident where a young woman got trapped inside one of the bought costumes, they nearly went out of business. That was when Dale talked his wife into getting breast implants. Dale's wife, who was barely a B- Cup, felt inferior to Dale when he put on double D breast forms for a night of lesbian sex. ...
Body Gallery By Paul G Jutras A leg stretches out of the tub, resting its pink toes on the side. Pink-nailed fingers grip a razor and shave the leg smooth before Paul gets out of the tub and step on a circular platform. With the press of a button, air jets blow him dry. After pulling on a floral pair of panties, Paul put some special glue on his nipples and held his breast forms until they remained in place. He then put on a bra, white turtleneck top, open-toed shoes and...
__________ It wasn’t exactly how I’d been dreaming I’d spend my spring break, but then again, it was better than anything else I had planned. Adjusting my nametag with “Lara Baines” spelled out in bold letters, I hurried after the group of students beginning the opening tour. The college I’d chosen to attend, crazily enough, was having a three day “college days” event and they had invited the local high school seniors to attend. The purpose was to get them familiar with the college, the...
SPRING BREAKI love going to Spring Break ever since I was a freshman in college. I also love fucking well hung black men since I discovered them in my sophomore year. It was during my second Spring Break that I combined them and never looked back. Getting married, I never kept any secrets from my husband who full well knew that during my college years I had a big thing for well hung black studs, especially young ones that could go all night. We are both white, 30 years old and straight. ...
Mary and Tracy were spoiled sisters. They were pretty young blond girls who were sluts in college fucking anyone and everyone who made a pass at them. Their mother knew that. She had caught them with the red headed paper boy when they were twelve and thirteen. Tracy had her blouse off and her panties were down around her ankles. The paper boy was sucking her little breasts and Mary was undressed masturbating her pussy watching. She did not scold the girls. She took them to the doctor and put...
Group SexI count our blessings at Crete, with my bred babes all four due to deliver some time in early SpringI count our blessings of making lots of money in Autumn, servicing at the I count our built-up income and ask our mighty Mama to propose a proper place for all us, for all SpringI count our built-up experiences gathered: well integrated into the local Crete community, Mom thanks!I go with Grandma on an inspection tour of several nearby premises, finding a villa with a view at the seaI go with...
It's Spring Break. The women in the Our Bodies Ourselves group have gone to Ft. Lauderdale FL. Well, not everyone. My name's Dave, I'm Susan's boyfriend. Is it OK to say that? It's not OK for me to call her my girlfriend, she's my womyn friend. Oh, well. Susan, Charlene and Katie's Gyrlfriend Allyson have all gone to FL. (I guess it is OK for two lesbians to call each other gyrlfriend. At least if they do it with each other.) I guess Susan thought it would be safe to leave me on my own...
written by jerojerome It's my first full story and English isn't my first language...therefore sorry if there are some (or many) mistakes ... I always wanted to become a stage director or film producer since i saw girls like Victoria Justice (my dream girl), Selena Gomez or Vanessa Hudgens on tv (and i can't count how many times i jerked off to them). For that reason i moved immediately to hollywood after i finished school. It was hard to get one of these good jobs for a 19 year old guy like...
It was the final day of midterm exams which means Spring Break has arrived. Hank and his roommates have been busy study and working on their projects at home, which meant Hank hasn't been able to get to their panties. It has been 3 weeks since Hank and Jenny's night of naughty playtime. [See: Panty: Private Party]Earlier in the afternoon, Hank and Jenny were cleaning out the fridge since they wouldn't be at the apartment during spring break. Jenny's friend, Trihn, had stopped by to drop off...
The Girls Next Door – 9 Spring Break Pt.1 When my alarm went off I rose up and looked around. On one side of me was CJ, an 18 year old brunette lying on her side, facing me with the covers kicked off. Her hair was in pigtails and she was clutching a doll between her 36C breasts. On the other side was Anna, another pigtailed brunette, 15years old, laying on her back, her 34D breasts pointing towards the ceiling? I leaned over and took one of Anna's nipples in my mouth. As I sucked on...
She had never realized before tonight how great a kisser I was. I drew her tongue into my mouth and suckled, then moved to such a tender spot at the base of the neck. As he started to move lower, Morgan decided that tonight was definitely the night to taste this cocky, arrogant, businessman, player and friend. I pulled her towards me, I took time to rub my cheek against her cleavage, Morgan sighed and moaning softly, then gasped “OOOOOAAAAAAAHHHHH”as my mouth closed over an already erect...
Spring Break by captv8td [email protected] 1Spring break couldn’t have come soon enough for Anna. School was hard this semester and most of her courses were boring. It had been a grueling two months and she needed a break. She and her friend, Amy, were finally free.The two girls had planned the road trip at the beginning of the semester and now they were on their way to Arizona where Amy had an aunt and uncle. They planned on staying with the relatives and working on their tans...
Kara pushed open the door to the shower and took a couple of steps inside. Stopping abruptly at what she saw, she quietly stepped back out and carefully closed the door. She looked at it. Stenciled lettering clearly said 'Women'; it even had the correct international symbol below it. Looking about she reaffirmed what she had seen on her walk from the boat; the marina was deserted. It was seven in the morning and the few marina guests, likely spring breakers, were still asleep. She was beginning...
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Note: not my story, but a good one...My freshman year in college I got the chance to go to spring break with a group that was mainly seniors and juniors. I didn't know it at the time but it was probably because I had a car. We were having a great time taking over the streets of Palm Springs, and generally being drunken maniacs. I was hanging with Steve, Bruce and Sheila, and I got IDed going into a bar. I think Steve and Bruce would have passed on going in, but Sheila wanted to check out the...
FRIDAY, March 10 2006 — SOUTH BEACH, MIAMI, FLORIDA "Oh look Mandy," I cried as we turned left off 5th Street onto Ocean Drive and saw the white capped blue waves breaking on the famous beach to our right, while on our left the architectural splendor of the Art Deco district flashed by. I could feel the excitement of Ellie and Crystal behind me as Mandy slowed her red A-6, as engrossed by the passing scenery as the rest of us. "There it is!" Ellie screamed in my ear, her arm pointing...
Sunday Melinda, Katie, Carl and I picked up Leah at the airport on Sunday morning. She got an early flight in, and with the two hour drive to Orlando, we would get to the condo right about check-in time. I waved to Leah as soon as she got off the plane. She ran over and gave me a big hug. I held her tight and gave her a friendly kiss. Melinda watched along with Katie and Carl. Even though she had talked Leah into coming down and had spoken to her before, I knew Melinda could be mean and...