Husband Wife and Schoolboys
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Miriam Smith is a lovely blonde high school teacher who is the definition of every schoolboy's dream. She and her husband, Maurice, moved back to Mountain Brook, Alabama five years ago where she began teaching high school English at her old Alma Mater, Robert E. Lee High School. The civil rights era had taken a toll on the school's name as it was shortened to just Lee High School and they changed the name of the team's mascot from the Generals to the Black Panthers. However the political climate went, it was nice that Miriam was able to teach at the same school where her son, Timmy, recently graduated. She had the opportunity to see her good-looking son at school on a regular basis. It was not surprising that he was a big hit with all the girls in school as Timmy took his good-looks from his pretty blonde mother. His father had turned into somewhat of a nerdy wimp.
Miriam was the typical soccer mom while Timmy was growing up and she adored her son. She was always planning fun activities for him and all of his many friends. Now that Timmy, or just "Tim" as he preferred to be now called, was grown up and off to his first year of college at the University of Alabama, her life didn't seem as enchanted and fulfilled. She still loved her husband, of course, but they had drifted apart in recent years. Maurice was a regional sales manager who made the rounds visiting his many clients in several of the southern states. She really didn't have to work as her husband made plenty of money but she wanted her own independence. Teaching had always been in her blood. Miriam watched too many of the sit-coms on television in the evening now without Timmy being around. Desperate Housewives was one of her favorites and "Wife Swapping" was another one. She couldn't believe that wife swapping would be the theme of a TV show but it was. It wasn't about men swapping their wives to have sex with other women, though. Miriam had always thought what it would be like to be in bed with another man. She was a virgin when she married and the only man that she had ever been with had been her husband. While she was always faithful to Maurice, she got plenty of attention from any of the males around her whether it was from the neighborhood men who saw her in her cute little bikini at the swimming pooling or while she was out walking in her shorts or even the male teachers at her school. What really surprised Miriam was the young schoolboy ogling that she received by the all the boys who she had in her classroom. All the guys wanted to be in her class. The pretty blonde English teacher was very popular with the boys and was the cause of more than her share of wet dreams. Miriam was every schoolboy's dream.
Early in the fall semester, the head football coach, Coach Carter, came to see Miriam after class one day.
"Ms. Smith," he said. "I need your help with one of our new students."
"Sure, Coach, how can I be of help to you?"
"One of my new players recently transferred in and needs some help and tutoring in English. I knew that you are the best English teacher here at this school and also the most popular teacher as my boys talk about you all the time."
Miriam blushed at his comment. She wondered what his "boys" said about her. Actually, Coach Carter was also smitten by the attractiveness of this sexy blonde teacher. He had wanted to "jump her bones" from the very first time he set his eyes upon her. Miriam didn't have to try to be sexy as she usually downplayed her sexiness but it just came naturally to her. The beautiful blonde hair framing her beautiful face and her brilliant white smile were more than enough to do the trick but it was the whole package that really swept men off their feet. The womanly curves of her trim body, the swell of her full but not too full breasts, the slim finely-manicured fingers, her cute little size four feet and her terrific-looking legs that went all the way up to her fine ass. Even without makeup and at thirty-eight years of age, Miriam still turned many a man's head even without her meaning to.
"Coach, I'd love to help. When can we get started?" she asked.
"Right away, if that's okay with you," he replied.
"You have practice until six o'clock, don't you, so how about right after dinner tonight?"
"That would be great! Uhh, there is one other favor I need to ask. He is a transfer student and doesn't have any place to live. I thought that with your son off to college this year, that you might be able to take on a short-term boarder, at least until he can find another place. We can pay up to one thousand dollars a month to help offset all of the groceries that I know he will consume."
She and her husband really didn't need the extra money but it would probably make it easier to explain to her husband about having an extra mouth around to feed.
Miriam laughed. Coach Carter just loved the way that the pretty blonde English teacher laughed. His own dick was getting hard just looking at her.
"I'll even cook for him tonight and we have Timmy's room all ready to go. It would be great to have another young man around the house. It's a deal."
Miriam shook Coach Carter's strong hand.
The doorbell rang at six-thirty. Miriam quickly washed and dried her hands from finishing up the dinner preparations. Her husband had a dinner meeting scheduled with clients tonight so it would be just her and her new house guest. She was still in her school clothes but had taken off her heels to be more comfortable as she ran bare-footed to the front door.
Miriam opened the door to see a tall black young man standing at the door with a suitcase in his hand.
"Mrs. Smith," he said. "Coach Carter said that you would be expecting me. My name is Marcus, Marcus Taylor, but me friends just call me, Bull."
Miriam was dumfounded. Coach Carter hadn't told that her "boarder" would be a Negro. She didn't consider herself prejudicial but she didn't regularly associate with "Coloreds." Her father still called them "Niggers" and "Darkies." Miriam hoped that her daddy didn't pay her an unannounced visit and find this black male living in the same house as his precious little white daughter.
"Come in, Marcus. You are just in time for dinner. Later we can get started on your English homework."
Bull had to smile to himself. This lovely blonde English teacher was even prettier than several of the other football players had said. It was going to be difficult for him to conceal the raging boner that was growing its own leg. He liked white women and this pretty blonde teacher was prime meat.
Miriam showed Marcus to Timmy's room and helped get him settled in. Timmy's room was situated directly above the master bed room downstairs. While he wasn't home too often, she was concerned about telling her husband about the black boy taking up residence in their home. Maurice might not take the news too well. He didn't, actually, at first he was very furious with Miriam and told her so in no uncertain terms. In the end, he consented to a trial period of a month.
Dinner that evening was very delicious as usual. Bull could not believe his great luck and good fortune. His beautiful hostess was a wonderful cook and very good-looking as well. His big black cock was twitching in his pants to get out and get a taste of her sweet white pussy.
The English lesson went rather well. Bull was really very smart and quickly picked up on the lesson as well as other things. The young black transfer student had many opportunities to see the pretty blonde English teacher up close and personal. The black football player smelled her sexy perfume which he guessed correctly as "Passion." Miriam was delighted that he recognized her scent.
Before they knew it, it was past her bedtime. She normally got up at five in the morning to get ready to go to school. Miriam was already asleep when her husband got in at midnight from his dinner with one of his clients. If Maurice had wanted sex that night, she would have been more than willing to give it up to him because she unconsciously realized that she was very wet between her thighs and soaked her panties.
Things went well for the first several weeks. The football team played on Friday nights and won every game. Bull was the football hero as he gained more than one hundred yards in each game and scored several touchdowns as well. One night after the game, Bull brought home one of the cute little blonde teenagers. Miriam couldn't concentrate on sleeping that evening because she could hear the tell-tale sounds coming from the headboard banging against the wall in the room upstairs and the moaning and vocal orgasms from the pretty blonde cheerleader. Miriam wondered what it would be like to be the pretty little thing of Bull's amorous black affections.
The following Monday, Miriam got ready for her English tutoring session with Marcus. She still could not bring herself to call him, "Bull." Tonight she did something different. At school today, she wore a light blue skirt with a white blouse and strappy, high heeled white sandals. The polish on her pretty little toes matched the red on her fingernails. What she did differently was to take off her bra and put her sheer blouse back on so she could be a little more comfortable this evening.
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After watching Renée drive away, I turned back to the dorm. Replaying the night's events over and over again, I made my way back to my room. The feel of her skin, the way she smiled at me and the unbelievable way she totally had her way with me all made me smile. I could still smell her scent lightly on my hands, and it gave me another charge. Once in my room, I got undressed and climbed into bed. For a few minutes I relived portions of the night in my mind. The feel of Renée's body...
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Ever since I turned 16 sex had preoccupied most of my dreams, but the dream last night had felt so real. Standing under the shower hot water pouring down over me, my pussy was still sticky and wet with cum. Closing my eyes I could still feel his fingers rubbing my clit and his voice whispering in my ear.“You love it don't you?”By the time I finished my shower he was already at the table eating breakfast. I tried to keep my voice cheerful, "Good morning Daddy."I leaned down to kiss his cheek,...
IncestI woke up suddenly from a vivid erotic dream that I couldn't remember at first. It was late Saturday morning, the sun was streaming in through my curtains and I was lying naked on the bed, cold. I had the makings of a full hangover too, my head spun as I reached over to pull the quilt around me. "That's your own fault girl", I admonished myself, "That second bottle of red wine was defiantly not a good idea." I felt sticky and was about to get up and take a shower when I noticed Duke had...
That evening I drank two glasses of ouzo. Usually I drink only one but that evening I drank two. For once. And maybe that's why I had a strange dream. Or maybe the cause was rooted in the green salad I stuffed myself. If so, then the nitrates definitely can do miracles. I was sleeping meekly and soundly when I saw a lovely girl. She had a long copperblond hair, pale blue eyes and body of a model. I continued sleeping nonchalantly, pretending not to be interested. She fluttered her eyelashes...
I didn’t know which was worse, being an out of work writer like me, or being an over the hill, out of work movie star like Lois. Lois was her real name by the way. Her stage name was Marietta Miles. Some hack agent had given her the name when she arrived in the Dream. She had stopped going by it the second year after she stopped working in the flicks. She had gone back to Lois Nelson of Hastings Kansas. Why she didn’t go home to her family was beyond me. It was just as well for me, since she...
I don't know quite what to make of this dream. I've never dared to tell anyone about it, and I don't think I ever will. I don't dream it every night. I don't know when it will make its presence known. Sometimes it's infrequent enough that I've almost forgotten about it.It starts somewhere in the middle of a normal day. I volunteer at a modern art museum four days a week, as a roving guide of sorts - answering questions for people or getting them to spit out their gum into the trash or...
Mind ControlRyan thought about telling her the truth: I've been watching the new ball boy suck the dicks of all of my players, and then had a private visit of my own after everyone left. And then I had to shower, of course. The thought made him smile to himself. Obviously, that would not go over well. "Practice ran a little late. Sorry, hun." She smiled, walked over to him. "That's okay. I've been waiting to tell you: I have some exciting news!" Lacey proceeded to tell him that she'd been given...
Melanie looked out of the window. The rain splatters were drying and she hoped the rain would stop long enough so that she could leave the office and get to her car without getting drenched. It seemed, lately, that the rain was never going to stop. She sighed and moved back to her desk, sitting in her chair and staring at the papers scattered all over the place. Melanie was not a tidy person. On the contrary, some would say she was horribly untidy. Her house, her desk, her life, all a...