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Since I grew up in the age of miniskirts I always liked legs. Specifically those in nylon. So when puberty hit I was usually attracted to my instructors or any female staff who wore skirts with hose. My first year in high school there was a substitute teacher, Mrs. Heck. She had to be at least in her sixties. She sort of reminded me of an older Georgette Engel (RIP) only with glasses. She reminded me of a reverend's wife, the type of sweet old lady who baked pies, etc. That view all changed when she decided to sit on the desk while the class read out of their books. While the rest of the class was focused on the reading material, I started focusing on her legs. I don't think it helped that I was in the front row. She had on black stockings with open toed strappy pumps. I had developed a thing for stocking feet ever since a family friend came over and spent the evening with her shoes off. The little voice in my head started to chastise me for lusting after this old lady. But I began to debate myself. If she was 30 or 40 years younger, my fellow teenage males would probably be gawping at her the same way they and I lusted for the sexy brunette librarian Mrs. Kozlowski.

I reasoned with myself that even though she might be a granny Mrs Heck was still a woman with excellent legs. In fact the fact that the advanced age was such a taboo it was more of a turn-on. Like she was an erotic secret only I had the brains (and sexual desire) to discover. Soon class ended but the stirring in my loins didn't. I came back to the classroom on my lunch break and luckily found it empty except for Mrs. Heck who sat at the desk reading. I excused myself and told her that I had left something in the class. She listened then went back to reading the book. I pretended to search and after a few minutes, got down in front of the desk where the tiny gap between it and the floor afforded me my private view of paradise.

I had a close up view of Mrs. Heck's reinforced black hose stocking feet and some leg (as an older woman she wore an age appropriate mid calf length skirt). After a few minutes, I started to hump the floor while feasting my eyes. Eventually I bespoiled my trousers with seminal fluid. My horniness now gone I wondered if I had gone mad by lusting after the woman. If I had been caught (in fact I did hear a door open and rapidly close when I was face down on the floor) I would have been the laughing stock of the school and had a lot to explain to my parents.

Being a substitute, I very rarely saw Mrs. Heck. The next year she was subbing and on my lunch break I again visited her in an empty class. But this time was different. As a substitute I was sure she was unfamiliar with my name only my face. So I decided to be as bold as possible. While talking, I suddenly blurted out "You have very nice legs!" Rather than asking me to leave (as did Mrs. Kozlowski when I told her that she had wonderful legs and I'd do anything to feel them or Dr. Kreider who admonished me that the principal would frown upon me going behind her desk to look at her legs), Mrs Heck replied, Thanks they are long and slender (!). I looked down and started openly leering at them. She then started talking about her husband and grown son as if to shock me out of my desire but that only made me hornier. She also mentioned her church and how the black reverend at her church had a white wife (this still mystifies me that she said this!). Eventually our talk wore down and now that she knew my desire, I left for my next class.

Now the next year and the best sexual experience without sex that I have known (in fact I think I would trade it for any of the best sex I've ever had). One morning I woke up very horny. Instead of getting off I had Mrs. Heck (out of all possible fetish items) on my mind. Now of course as I said she was a substitute so there was no guarantee she'd be there but I was on a quest. I remember just walking out of my homeroom class and literally hunting for her classroom by classroom. Incredibly, on the fourth floor I found her. She was writing on the board preparing for the class. I don't know if she remembered our talk from the past year but I came in and said to her I was early for the next class. She resumed writing on the board. Luckily there were several pieces of chalk on the floor at her feet. I pointed those out to her and immediately started picking them up while admiring her legs. After a while I gave up the charade and throwing caution to the wind just got on the floor and started peering up her skirt.

I had never seen an actual garter belt or stocking top other than on Benny Hill. But there were a beautiful pair of geriatric legs towering above me with black stockings attached to a girdle with garters. I didn't give a fuck at that point who would catch me looking even her whole family. I ogled and ogled until incredibly I came in my pants. Now it' been years and I don't remember for sure but I'm sure Mrs. Heck looked at me after I had gotten up (with a visible semen stain on my pants) and asked "Did you find what you were looking for?"

That was the high point. I saw her occasionally after that (one point in a basement classroom that I would love to encounter her in now that my sexual tastes have progressed beyond looking up skirts). I do remember asking her my senior year if she'd like to go to McDonald's after school (?) of course which she declined. Not knowing her first name I have thought about hiring a detective to know more about her and hopefully find photographic evidence of those excellent legs.

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When I left Sara’s place it was still fairly early morning and as I walked down the street I received a few small smile, and nods, but none of the wary looks I had received yesterday. Seems that word had gotten around that I wasn’t the enemy, even though I couldn’t figure out how it had spread so fast. Smoke signals, maybe? I guess it’s just that no matter how fierce a people can be in war, they’re just people, nevertheless. Not that these people didn’t have a reason to be distrustful of the...

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Howd that happen 4

These stories are meant to be read serially. I woke with every intention of following my last thought last night to get things organized and re-start our journey. And I would have too, but I looked next to me on the bed at the gorgeous naked lady and thought “Well, it is still real early, and I don’t want to rush into anything. And it looks a little rainy outside. Besides, I don’t hear Tom and Sandra rustling around yet. They probably need more rest, so I think I’ll just lay down aside of...

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When we woke in the morning Jack and I almost were caught sneakin’ out the back door but I think we got away clean. We got our horses, I told Jack I’d see him later, and I left for home. When I entered the gate Pablo urgently motioned for me to pull into the stable without waiting to get off the horse. After I entered and did get down he said, “Senor Sam, I think someone is spying on you. I don’t know if they want to hurt you, but I thought, to be safe, you should not pause in the yard.”

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“What the hell is the screaming about” I thought as I pulled my horse up. Another sharp yelp split the air, but this one sounded like a different voice but was definitely female as was the first. I was almighty curious as you don’t ordinarily hear such some days away from “civilization”. Dismounting and tying my horses, I pulled my rifle from the boot and snuck through thru the trees ’til I could see into a clearing. There was a small wagon off to the side with two draft horses ground staked...

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When I awoke I discovered that Naomi must have silently slipped away sometime during the night. Damn! I guess I shouldn’t be greedy, she is living here too, so that’s a good thing, and I had plenty to do today anyway, what with moving the girls here from the hotel. While I was dressing there was a knock on the door and I rushed over to open it. Maybe Naomi just left for a few minutes. Damn again! It’s not her. Instead there stood a tall, middle aged, gray haired lady with a long all black...

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I had set my internal clock and woke well before dawn. I wanted to check on Pablo to see if he was alright and how much damage had been done to the house. After checking on the guards around Sadie’s house I hurried to mine. I almost silently approached, only softly whispering, “Pablo….Pablo,” when he answered from the stable. “Here, senor. I have been sleeping and watching from here. They can’t get a clear shot at me here. All the windows have been shot out except here in the back where the...

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I woke up startled. I couldn’t figure out why I was naked as a baby. Then I looked around. When what to my wondering eyes should appear. Was this Christmas? What the hell did I do to deserve two gorgeous, naked, sleeping, girls lying aside of me. Then my memory cells started firing. WOW, did that really happen? And if it did, could I repeat it? Taking stock of myself I realized that, yes, maybe I could, but not right now. I was goin’ to have to recuperate a while first. I cleared my throat...

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Howd that happen conclusion

When I awoke the next morning and got off the bed I was greeted by a sight I’ll never forget. There before me were three puffy pussies, six bountiful breasts, and seemingly uncountable shapely arms and legs, all entwined in such a combination that it was hard to be certain which body part belonged to which body. If I had only a modicum of artistic talent and the right equipment I would have put such amateurs as Rubens to shame. Unfortunately, although it was an extra large bed, with one small,...

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Howd that happen3

Comments/criticisms are welcomed by me. These stories are meant to be read serially. The next morning I was barely able to get off the ground. It seems something else did come up and I was able to cope with it. Barely. Those ladies almost did me in. This morning I felt like I might not make it so Sante Fe if this kept up. After thinking about that for a while I smiled to myself and figured, what the hell, if it happens I don’t make it I can’t think of a better way to go. But we really had to...

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I woke up feeling pretty chipper, The sun had just come in the window and it looked like a real nice day. My houseboy and all around caretaker, Pablo, must have heard me stirring around and getting up and dressing, ’cause he showed up with another damn cup of hot chocolate. “ Damn it, Pablo, I’ve told you I like coffee, not chocolate, in the morning.” “ No, Senor Sam, chocolate is best in the morning.” This is the same argument I’d had with him every damn morning since I hired him. I know,...

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Howd that happen 5

How’d that happen 5 These stories are meant to be read serially. The first ones can be found on my profile We got up the next morning pretty late as the sun was already above the hills on the horizon. We were determined to make good time so for the next days we really hustled with only a few invigorating interludes. What with hard driving from almost dawn to dark, we were pretty exhausted at the end of the day. I was becoming especially burned out as the girls could alternate when it came to...

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Sunshower

The rain: that's how it all began. Hannelore was standing in the breakroom, staring out the window with an increasingly grim expression. The disproportionate enormity of the window made her look smaller than she actually was, shrinking into nothingness in the shimmering void of the rain. She'd already changed, so she was wearing her street clothes -- nothing special, just a pullover hoodie and jeans. The front pocket of her sweatshirt tightened in her balled fists. "Shit," she muttered,...

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