Sandy And RandyChapter 14: Mary And John First Time free porn video

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At 15, John felt a bit different from the other guys at school. Now well into his sophomore year in high school, he expected to graduate at 17 and head off to college, but then something changed. Not really changing his graduation date or college, exactly, but something that would merely change his entire life.

He met a girl. Not just any girl, but a 15-year-old 5 foot, 95-pound blond, blue-eyed girl. Cheerleader, of course, and entirely out of his league, at least he thought so. He was 5’ 5” a skinny 110-pound brown hair glass wearing brown-eyed geek teen boy. Not a jock, not a hunk.

She sat in front of him in math class. Luckily for him, math came easy because he spent the entire time in that class staring at the back of her head. He knew the placement of every hair, the curve of her obviously soft and perfect in every way neck. He knew how she moved when she sat up or slouched down. He could count the number of breaths she took each minute. She didn’t know he existed until one day.

Mary was frazzled that day. Her stupid “boyfriend” had discovered the squad’s captain, Miss Julie Baker bitch, and forgot she existed. Mary wondered why she ever bothered being a cheerleader considering all you got was backbiting girls and dumb horny jocks. And she had forgotten to read today’s chapter on geometry and now needed to turn in homework on it tomorrow, Friday, pep rally day of course with cheer practice with the bitches tonight.

Then that kid behind her starts tapping his pencil ... now his foot is tapping the leg of her desk ... She turns.

“Stop it!” she glares at him.

He freezes, nearly leaping out of his skin. He has no idea what he has done, but afraid his staring at the back of her head for half a year had been detected. His pencil goes flying, books falling; he kicks her desk as he grabs at his books. Her papers and books slide off the desk onto the floor, mixing with his.

The teacher looks up at the commotion just as the bell rings. Now kids are jumping up, dodging around the spilled books, notes, papers, pencils. Mary is on the floor, mad at herself, her stupid ex-boyfriend, and this kid knocking her stuff. Just then, John falls out of his desk, grabbing for the books, trying to pick hers up as well as his.

“I ... I’m sorry!” is about all he can sputter out while grabbing papers and books, trying to sort hers from his. She looks at him. He looks at her. She SEES him for the first time, even though he has passed her dozens of times in the hall, sat in this class for half a year, and embarrassingly sat in the bleachers just above her cheerleading squad at every home basketball and football game this year.

She’s mad, but madder at herself. She looks at him as he fumbles her books to her.

“You should be more careful.” She speaks. She speaks to HIM!

“I ... I will!” he sputters again, embarrassed.

She stands up. All 5 foot 95 pounds of perfection in a female teen body and says.

“Don’t tap your foot on my desk.” She turns...

“What? Sorry? Ah ... WAIT!”

She turns back, now a bit of a glare. He meekly hands her back her papers.

“Your name is John, isn’t it?” Oh GOD, she knows my NAME! “Ah ... yes.”

“I’m Mary.” He knew that 15 minutes after their first math class. Burned into memory. “Uh ... Mary.”

“You know geometry, don’t you?” She HAS NOTICED him. At least noticed the perfect 100’s on every math test so far...

“Ah ... well ... I ... guess...” he was panting.

She tells him, determined now, “Silly! Close your eyes, take a deep breath, open them, and answer. Do you know this geometry stuff?”

He obeys without hesitation. Eyes close, deep breath, eyes open. SHE is STILL THERE!

“Ah ... YES!” he affirms; the breath helps.

“Good! Meet me in the library right after the last class. I have 30 minutes before cheer practice. You need to show me geometry for our homework tomorrow. I HAVE to pass this class!”

“Ah. OF COURSE, YES, I CAN do that, YES, Thank you!” ( ... of course, I can compress weeks of mathematics into 30 minutes... )

She looks queerly at him. “Thank me? For what? Never mind.”

She turns and leaves in a whirlwind. His mind is blown as his defocused eyes and teenage brain watch her perfectly shaped rear end walk out of the room, hips swinging in ways that make grown men cry.

SHE NOTICED ME! She wants me to tutor her!

The next classes never register to John, as he watches the clock for that upcoming meeting.

The last bell rings. He’s already in the library, math book, papers, and pencils ready. Eyes glued to the doors. She walks in. She WALKS IN TOWARD HIM! Eyes close, deep breath, eyes open. She’s there looking at him, a cute part of a smile crosses her face as she recognizes her own stress reliever.

30 minutes ... must have been 30 seconds. Her eyes have glazed over as he rapid fired the unfathomable world of geometric mathematics. He looks at her, she is obviously lost.

“Ah ... maybe, maybe I could just let you borrow my homework.”

Her eyes clear. “That would be GREAT!” and off she went, his papers in her hands.

He sits in a daze, trying to return to earth. Suddenly, she’s back.

Panting, “You can watch us practice if you like...” and off she goes. His eyes glued to her, watching every movement of her body as she disappears out the door. OF COURSE, he is going to watch her practice.

He’s sitting in the stands as the squad comes out. Unfortunately, the football players come out too. They take over the area in front of where he was sitting, forcing the girls far away from the stands. There’s no one near them standing, so he’s too shy to follow. As he walks away, back towards the school buildings, he takes one last look. She’s there, far away, practicing their routines to no one. He pauses but then leaves. She sees him in the distance, but too far away. Silly kid, she thinks.

The next day, he’s waiting at the school entrance. He sees her getting out of her mom’s car, her bottom flashing black briefs showing under her cheer uniform. He blushes, looking around to see if anyone has caught him staring at her. She comes up the steps, and he comes up beside her.

“I ... uh, didn’t get to see you practice.”

“Oh. Sure.” She said breathlessly. She had forgotten all about that she had asked him.

“Here, I uh, think you better use this copy, uh, of, uh, to copy, uh, your math homework.”

“Huh? Wasn’t yours ok?” She stopped to look at him.

“Well, uh, uh, the teacher might get suspicious. Uh, ‘cause mine is, uh, too uh, correct.”

She looks at him, eyes squinting as he holds out a paper while holding his eyes to the ground.

It dawns, “Oh, so you think he would suspect if my homework went from a ‘C’ to an ‘A+’ in one fell swoop. You don’t think I’m CAPABLE of making an ‘A’?” she looks mad at him.

“Oh NO, I think you are very SMART, BEAUTIFULLY SMART.”

He looks her in the eyes finally.

Her eyes change as a smile appears, she laughs, “This guy’s so good that he even knows how to fake errors to make me look ‘normal’.”

Then she adds, “Beautiful smart? What’s that?”

He closes his eyes, breaths deep, opens, “I think you are beautiful. The most beautiful thing I have ever seen. As beautiful as Pythagoras’ theorem...”

She stares at him. She smiles again at his stress reliever. He really gets into that, she thinks ... he needs it.

She reaches over, takes the paper, touching his hand lightly as she does.

“Thank you, you are so sweet.”

As she turns away and opens the door to the school and says, “ ... even if I don’t know who Piegores is. See ya in class.” And is gone.

“Pythagoras...” he says to no one. Doesn’t matter. He is in LOVE.

As she walks down the hall, she sees ‘that jock’ ex-boyfriend. She ignores him as he whistles and calls her name, and “You miss me, Mary?” She shoots him a bird as he laughs.

Her thoughts turn unexpectedly to John. Her eyes light, and she smiles to herself. Something of ‘twin flame’ dances in her thoughts. “Silly boy...” she thinks.

In math class, she whirls in at the last minute, drops her homework in the box, slides into her seat, turns and slips his second paper back to him with a twinkle and a quick “thanks”. She turns back around, and he is staring at the back of her head, again lost to the world. She said, thanks. She knows I exist. She knows my name. She smiled at me! Oh jeez ... tapping starts. She shifts. He suddenly freezes, ‘NO more tapping!’ he tells himself.

The rest of the class goes quietly. Bell rings, her other cheer squad pounce on her, sweeping her away towards the pep rally. She doesn’t look back. He doesn’t care. He knows she knows he exists. At the gym, it’s crowded, but to him, it’s totally empty except for her, far across the gym floor, pompoms, cheers, dancing, just for him.

She doesn’t see him there.

That night’s game is away, so as usual, he doesn’t get to go. He ends up helping his mom clean up around the house, though his mind is elsewhere, re-watching HER lithe body move in slow motion in her short cheer outfit, kicking high, midriff showing once in a while, bottom wiggling as her pompoms shake.

Monday comes; she doesn’t appear in math class. Worried, he gets up the courage to ask one of the other girls, who, while looking at him suspiciously, tell him she just had a doctor’s appointment. It doesn’t settle him.

Tuesday, he waits outside for her to arrive, trying to think up an excuse. He only catches a glimpse as she is surrounded by her girlfriends. Finally, math class comes. She arrives. The world spins. He closes his eyes, breaths deep, eyes open; she is sitting in front of him, turning around to look at him. She’s holding a piece of paper, that math homework, ‘B’ at the top. ‘Good job’ underneath. She smiles as she shows him. It doesn’t register. He hears “thank you” and she’s gone, back of her head, beautiful head. Class completes, bell rings, she is gone. He walks out of the room, his eyes down at the floor. Someone taps on his shoulder. HER!

“John, this test coming on Thursday. Could you help me study for it?”

He stands there, processing the words. Test? Thursday? Study?

“Uh ... yes ... YES! Of COURSE!”

She giggles at his shocked look. She looks a little sheepishly as she replies, “Can you come over tonight. I suspect I will need all the time I can get. Here’s my number, call me.”

He looks at the piece of paper. There are numbers on it. 555 – 1212.

“That’s negative 657.”

She stares blankly at him.

“Ah ... the numbers, math, answer negative 657.”

She laughs a bright smile of perfectly straight white teeth.

“Silly, it’s my phone number, not a math problem!” She turns and is gone.

She does a quick look back, her hand to face, finger at mouth, thumb at ear, mouthing “call me!”

He stands, beet red. Of course, silly, it’s a phone number, not a math problem. Phone number. HERS! Before he realizes, he’s home ... should he call yet? Would she be home yet? Should he wait until after dinner? It’s 2:30, school was out 30 minutes ago. The phone is in his hand, paper unneeded, the number is burned into his memory. He will remember it forever. He can’t dial, goofs every other digit. Eyes close, deep breath, another, another, another, eyes open, he feels faint, hyperventilating. Pauses. Puts down the phone. Picks it up. Down, Up. He dials. He dials HER number. It rings. SHE answers on the first ring!

Oh God, words, I have to speak words. She says, “Hello?”

“Uh.”

She giggles, “Hi John. Deep breath.”

“Uh, I did that, hyperventilated.”

She giggles again, “Ok, let me give you my address, are you ready?”

HER address is burned into long term memory. No paper needed. He uselessly repeats it back carefully. She tells him he probably ought to come over as soon as he can. She needs all the help she can get if she’s going to pass this test.

He doesn’t drive yet, but she’s only (ONLY!) a few blocks away. (That CLOSE! ALL THESE YEARS!). He is out of breath as he jumps off his bicycle only minutes after telling his mom he was gone. She didn’t even get a reply as to where or when he would return. He would be in trouble when he got back.

Eyes close, deep breath, eyes open; the door opens without his knocking. SHE is there, giggling.

“I could hear you come up” as she spies his bike crashed on the sidewalk, front wheel still spinning.

“You are GOING to have calm down, John. I’m just a girl,” her eyes twinkle. (Yeah, right, and the Sun is just a light bulb.)

She leads him into her home. Her mother greets him.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Call me Sandra, please. Ma’am makes me feel old!”

“Yes, Ma’am ... Sandra.”

The girls laugh.

“Just Sandra, or if you must, Ms. Sandra.”

He sheepishly smiles. Her mom looks at Mary and gives her an approving look. She likes this kid. Better than that ‘other’ thing she brought home last time.

Mary takes John’s hand, her soft hand holding his own hand that now feels like an old sweaty mitten to him. She brings him to their dining room table, where her books are already laid out. They sit. She watches as her mom disappears into the kitchen.

She whispers, “Mom doesn’t let me bring boys up to my room...”

He stares at her, unable to conceive of him seeing her room.

“Uh, sure. Of course. No problem.”

Mom reappears with some drinks for them. Orange juice, but it could be prune juice for all he cared, he would drink anything she placed in front of him. Finally, Mary got John’s attention back to math.

He had learned to slow down and give her real-world analogies, even sports analogies, for the geometry, turning the formulas into games. She loved it. Afterward, she told him he should be a teacher. A professor. She also set plans for the next afternoon to continue.

She asked, “How are you at Science? Biology specifically?”

He blushed, biology... “Uh, ok, I guess.”

“What’s your grade so far, or should I bother to ask?”

“Uh, well, ‘A’ I guess.”

“I HATE you!”

She reached over and kissed him a quick peck on the cheek. He would never wash it again ... at least until shower tonight.

“Do you think you could teach me ... biology?” she blushed this time.

He was frozen. Time had stopped. That kiss.

“B i o l o g y,” he pronounced slowly.

“Uh, yes. Yes, biology.”

As she got up from the table, holding his hand.

“I think I need you to teach me LOTS of things.”

Her eyes were shining like blue-white stars. He was mesmerized, entranced. SHE wanted HIM to teach her ... BIOLOGY! Her Mom came into the room, the birds and bees disappeared.

“Won’t you stay for dinner?”

“Uh, I, ah, I think I have to go. now.”

Mary and her mom showed him to the door. Her mom had her hand on Mary’s shoulder, whispered: “He’s cute.”

“MOMMM,” she blushed as he peddled away.

Days later, math class, she turns and proudly shows her test paper ‘B’. Her smile at him causes the girls around her to go wide-eyed, slack-jawed, and immediately buzzing. Mary? HIM? Who is HE? He looks like a ... a ... geek! A nerd! Cheerleader Mary? ... with a nerd? Mary ignores it all.

He has visited her house so much now he has memorized everything on the walls, the tables, the floor, though he has only seen the front entrance, kitchen, dining room ... and guest bathroom.

It’s fall, and Mary’s mom and dad are proud that her grades have improved. Dad has only gotten to see John in fleeting glimpses as he is usually leaving right as he arrives from work. But the details he gets from his wife are high approvals. Something he is thankful for. Maybe no more Jocks for his little girl!

One day after classes, Mary runs up to John, all out of breath. She shows him her latest biology test. It’s an ‘A’! She is ecstatic, hugging him in front of all the other kids, even some of her ex-boyfriend’s team members ... and her cheer squad. She looks around at them watching her and kisses John, just a quick peck, but in front of everyone. Eyes bulge, mouths open, whispers buzz the air.

Before Mary lets him go, she whispers, “John, why don’t you ever ask me out?”

“Uh, out? Like ... like a DATE?”

“Of course, silly! You DO know how to go out, don’t you? Or do ‘I’ need to teach ‘YOU’?”

She doesn’t wait for his answer, “You say, ‘Hi Mary! Would you like to go out with me Saturday night?”

“Uh, Mary, would you like to go out with me Saturday night?”

She giggles so loudly the other girls move closer, trying to hear what’s going on.

“Yes, John. I would like to go out with you on Saturday. Thank you very much for asking me.”

She says loud enough for all to hear. John turns beet red. She lets go of him and hops down the steps, turning, hand to face, finger at mouth, thumb at ear, mouthing “call me!” as the girls close in on her, talking all at the same time.

“Mary, who is HE? Mary, are you REALLY going to go out with HIM? He looks like a nerd! Well, he actually looks kinda cute to me” one of Mary’s friends, another cute blond, speaks out while eyeing John up and down, wonder in her eyes. Mary glares at her. Her eyes saying, “Stay away! He’s MINE.” Girls always seem to get an interest in someone they can’t have. They all continue down the street, walking home on this lovely sunny day.

First Date

John had called Mary, stammered not sure what to say, while she suggested the local pizza parlor, which was within walking distance of her house and set a time of 7:30pm. He repeated her suggestion asking if she would like pizza and to meet at her house at 7:30pm. She giggled and said, “Yes”.

At 7:25, he was there, standing at the door, looking at his watch, waiting for 7:30. As usual, without knocking, she opens the door, tells him the precision is not required, yells back to her mom that they were leaving, who replies with a “Be back no later than 9:00” and the door closes, her hand slips into his and they are off, strolling down the sidewalk.

“Aren’t you going to tell me how I look?” she stops, steps back, and does a slow twirl.

He watches as the world spins around her. She is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. No painting, no sunset, no statue can compare. Eyes close, deep breath, eyes open.

She giggles. “I think we need to work on your people skills. You teach me, I teach you, agree?”

“Uh, yes, YES, you TEACH ME!”

She giggles again.

“Well?” she gives him a look.

He takes her hand. HE takes HER hand. She blushes.

He blurts, “You are ... BEAUTIFUL!”

“Silly, look at my clothes. How do I look?”

His brain finally registers something other than her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes. He looks down her perfection of a teen body. Her cotton top filled with her curves and her youthful breasts, her flawless arms. He sees the fabric move in unison with each breath, making her chest rise and fall. A denim jacket over her top. Her jeans, narrowing at her waist, widening at her hips, covering what must be a soft, youthful belly and extending down her legs, shaped but not tight, that in comparison to today’s fashion look rather baggy and loose, but that doesn’t matter. In his eyes, she is a fashion model, a teen idol, a goddess.

“You look GREAT!”

She laughs. “At least you have real clothes on, not some high school jock jacket and sweats.”

She retakes his hand. This time, snuggling closer to his arm. He’s walking on clouds.

At the pizza parlor, a small place that’s mainly carryout, they find a table in the back away from the foot traffic. He hesitates, not knowing what she might like.

“Ah, do you like ham?”

“Yes”

“How about pineapple?”

“Pineapple? On a pizza? Is this a fruit pizza?” she asks hesitantly.

He laughs, then smiles.

Her eyes light as she replies, “He SMILES! He is Real!”

He laughs again, blushing. “Ah, trust me? It’s called a ‘Hawaiian Pizza’.”

She giggles. “Does it come with little hula girls and paper umbrellas?”

He laughs again, smiles again. Her heart is warming.

He orders the pizza and some cokes. While they wait, he tells her all about Hawaii,

“It’s the 50th state.”

“What? I thought Alaska was.”

“Both 1959, but Hawaii was August, Alaska, January.”

“Doesn’t Hawaii have mountains?”

“Volcanos actually, really big ones; Mauna Kea is actually the biggest mountain in the World at 33 thousand feet.”

“No! Mount Everest?”

“Well, most of Mauna Kea is underwater, nearly 20 thousand feet deep water.”

Her eyes widen. “Geography, you silly boy, you are teaching me geography now.”

He blushes and smiles just for her.

She giggles, “It’s ok, you make learning things so much more fun. Why Hawaii? ... besides the pizza”, which has arrived now.

She takes a tentative bite.

She glows, “I like Hawaiian Pizza!”

His smile is ear to ear in response. He is making her happy. He is on a date with the most beautiful girl in the entire school.

“You ask why Hawaii? I want to go there, have you been?”

“No”

“Did you know that Polynesians found Hawaii and traveled there in wooden outrigger canoes nearly a thousand years ago, navigating without instruments, only the Sun, Moon, Stars, clouds, waves and birds and fish.”

“You’re teaching again...”

He blushed. “I have heard that photos do not do it justice. That some people think it is the most beautiful islands in the World.”

“There, that’s better. It sounds wonderful. I’ve seen the silly beach movies and pictures and things, but I really don’t know that much about it.”

“I can teach you,” he slyly replies.

She giggles, “Now it’s me asking for a lesson again. Silly girl.”

He stops in mid-bite, looks serious at her, “One day, I am going to take you to Hawaii.”

She blushes and smiles, continuing a bite to keep her from saying out loud... ‘yes, on our honeymoon’.

They eat quietly for a while.

“I want ice cream!” she breaks the ice and clears her thoughts.

He laughs, “Well, I don’t think they sell any here.”

She smiles a bit mischievously, “We have LOTS at home!”

They walk home arm in arm, now she is tightly holding to his side as the temperature has fallen.

She asks him, “Do you like me?”

He’s stunned.

She continues, “I mean...” she stumbles a bit.

“I mean, I know this is our first ‘date’ though we have been together, TEACHER, for some time now. I mean, ah, you don’t want to date any other girls, do you? I mean, ah,” she looks up at him, halting their progress.

She finishes, “I mean, do you want to go STEADY? With me? No one else?”

He’s frozen. Eyes close, deep breath, eyes open, she’s worried, but she continues.

“Other girls have been asking about you. They think you are cute. They...”

He physically turns her, looks her straight in the eyes, her beautiful blue eyes.

“Mary ... Mary, will you go steady with me?” His diction perfect, his ‘Ah’s disappear. Confidence.

Tears come to her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes.

“Yes, John, I would very much like to go steady with you,” she responds formally.

He reaches down the few inches difference in their height and kisses her. Kisses her fully on the mouth. Their lips linger tightly together, her mouth opens slightly. His responds, as they kiss deeply, mouths hungry, pent up desires being released, together, under a starlit night lit by a streetlight, arms wrapped around each other, legs interlace, breasts pressing, a kiss forever remembered.

She whispers to him between kisses, “You need to give me something to show we are going steady.”

He thinks, quickly, what can I give her? He pulls off his jacket, just an old denim one, not really that different from hers ... hands it to her.

She smiles, giggles. “Oh, John! This is beautiful. I will treasure it forever!”

She giggles again and kisses him again.

They finally separate, she blushing profusely. He, as usual, beet red. Young lovers. She knows now they will marry one day. He takes her hand, checks his watch, it’s 9:05. He pulls her, quicken their pace.

“We are LATE!” he says.

She laughs, sexual tension broken.

“You silly boy! It’s ok, I think my mom and dad like you. I know they do. They won’t mind.”

He tries to look serious, “When I make a promise, I keep it.”

“Sure you do. That will change.” She says, not sure why.

At her front door, the light is on. She knows her mom and dad are likely just on the other side, so she quickly kisses him and whispers, “We’ll save the ice cream for another time. We have all the time in the World.”

He replies, “When can I call you?”

“Tomorrow, after church.”

“What church? I’ll join.”

She laughs, turns, opens the door, and is gone. His watch reads 9:12. He made her late.

The next week she is gone. He found out on that Sunday, her father was going on a business trip to Colorado and wanted to take his family, so they took Mary away with them. Probably for the best, let their teen blood cool a bit.

That week he discovered he was popular. In math class, another beautiful cheerleader from Mary’s squad moved on him, whispering in his ear and handing him her number. Another left a note in his locker, telling him that they wanted tutoring in ... biology, of course.

Then a couple jocks surrounded him and were about to give him a “warning” when their coach turned the corner and gave them a look and told them to get to the lockers now. Coach knew they liked to pick on other boys, particularly when the odds were stacked entirely in their favor. John just made sure to avoid them. He also avoided all the new “girlfriends”, knowing they were as much testing him to see if they could ruin Mary’s interests as anything else.

A week later, she returned. He straight out told her all that had happened, the girls, the passed notes, the jocks. He knew they would spin lies since he didn’t respond to their advances or their bullying. So she was prepared when she returned.

She heard about dates at fancy restaurants, kissing in the back of cars, first base, second base, more. She put on a face of shock and horror, working hard to keep from laughing at their pitiful attempts to make her jealous. Then to hit back at the jocks, she wove a convincing story to the girls of seeing Little Miss so-and-so on dates with several of the squad’s various jock boyfriends, which the girls believed hook line and sinker. The jocks were doing a lot of explaining later on, especially since most of the stories were actually true.

Since this was before cellphones, email, even the Web itself were common, the two had to make do with calling each other on the home telephone. This limited their ability to call late at night or talk for hours. But since they were only a 10-minute bike ride apart, they met face to face far more than many teens do today. So John became a fixture over at Mary’s house. Luckily, her parents approved of him.

Mary did visit his house but really wasn’t into bikes much anymore, being the ripe old age of 15, almost 16. She was pushing her parents to learn to drive. “Next year, when you are a Junior...” was the stock answer. John didn’t even try, as his family only had one car and Dad wasn’t about to let him drive it, at least not by himself.

After about the third date (excluding countless tutoring lessons ... yes, it was really tutoring, well mostly.) Mary actually took him on a tour of her house ... alone, with Mom’s approval. She led him through the usual stuff and then, hand in hand, her pulling him along behind her, into that holy of holy’s, the inner sanctum: her bedroom. The moment she entered, he felt her hand heat, her face flushed at the thought that Mom was allowing this visit unsupervised. The door did have to stay open, so whispers were in order. She showed her walls of posters, shelves of old stuffed animals, music boxes, snow globes, her desk ... and her bed. That’s as far as she was “allowed” to go. No opening panty filled drawers or even clothes closets. So a quick kiss and she pulls him out. No problem, he had memorized everything in there.

Downstairs they went thru an unexpected door, light on, down more stairs and into their basement.

“Wow, you have a pool table!”

“Do you play?” she inquired.

“Uh, no,” he confessed.

She smiled. “I’ll teach you!”

She racked up the balls, picked out a stick, chalked it and leaned her small body over the big table, and WHACK, CRACK, the balls broke around the table. Nothing went in.

“Well, I’m not the best player.”

“Come here,” she lined up another shot.

“Behind me. Closer.”

He came up behind her, about a foot away.

“Closer, you need to reach around me.”

He moves right up against her now, his arms on either side of her.

“Put your hands behind mine on the stick.”

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Sandy left to see her father with Randy stuck behind due to an illness that his mom determined was just a stomach bug. He’d be ok in a few days but would have to stay at home as it could be the Norovirus, very contagious, but usually not serious unless you were the one that had it. Then you felt like it’s the worst thing ever. But a couple days in, Randy was settled enough that he could sleep. His mom stayed close, taking care of him. Since she had no job at the moment and they had the...

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Sandy and RandyChapter 7 Visiting Daddy

Unexpectedly, the family receives a letter from their father that contains a check for $10,000 and two open-ended airline tickets with a letter pleading to Sandy and Randy to forgive him and come visit. He missed his kids so much. Her mom almost tore it up, but the money would save them from losing their apartment after she lost her job. She did not want her kids to go homeless! After much discussion with their mom, they decide to go to visit. He was their dad, after all. Sandy wondered if...

2 years ago
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Sandy and RandyChapter 13 Dad is Home

Sandy jumps out of her father’s hotel bed. She looks at herself. She is a mess, hair all mussed, belly and mons covered in dried cum, KY, and her own juices. Into the bathroom for a quick shower. She comes out with a towel around her torso and another drying her hair. “Sandy, you can’t have wet hair. Your mom! There’s a hairdryer in there.” Nearly ten minutes goes by as she dries her hair. He has jumped in the shower as well, washing away his cum and her sex scent. She looks at her...

2 years ago
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Sandy and RandyChapter 3 At the Movies

Sandy couldn’t sleep. She hears slight snoring coming up from the bottom bunk. Even with air conditioning, it is hot inside in August. She only has a sheet over her and no PJs, just panties and tee. She is also restless. Lightly touching herself, she slides a hand down under her panties to her mons and quickly to her pussy. Rubbing her clit slowly, then a little faster, she heats even more. She feels unsatisfied. It has been a few busy days since her brother had last been inside her, and it...

2 years ago
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Sandy and RandyChapter 5 Caught

Early one morning, very early, Sandy & Randy’s Mom came home from work unexpectedly. Whenever Mom was working nights, Sandy would set the alarm for 6am, several hours before she would be expected. But that didn’t help this time. Mom got home at 1am after a co-worker dropped her off due to the awful “day” at work at the hospital. Still teary-eyed, she quietly came into the small apartment and smaller bedroom to peek in on Sandy and Randy, her only saving grace to her difficult life. They...

3 years ago
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Sandy and RandyChapter 6 Kristy

Several weeks had passed since the birthday party and that amazing sleepover sex party with Sandy and Randy. Kristy still got totally heated whenever she thought about doing Randy and even hotter when she thought about Randy and Sandy; brother and sister fucking each other. She couldn’t believe it had happened. (She thought that was their first time doing it together and didn’t know all the escapades the two of them had already had.) Kristy still wanted to see what it would be like to ‘do...

3 years ago
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Sandy and RandyChapter 12 Home Coming of Sorts

A week later, they have moved the few items they cared about from their old apartment to their new place. Since the new condo was completely furnished, even down to dishes, towels, and the like, there really wasn’t much to move. But the movers moved the dozen or so boxes, happily taking their money and left them to unpack. Sandy and Randy had left their original school (YEA!) and left behind some friends (OH!) but promised to see them later. (They didn’t tell their friends much, other than...

2 years ago
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John Anand Use me Well

Deepti heard the front door. She had been waiting for her Master John to come home. Deepti had been John’s sex slave for two years now. To the outside world they were just a regular married couple, but in the privacy of their own home, things were different. They were always careful not to let anyone know about their secret.John had a surprise in store for Deepti today though. When Deepti went to meet John at the door she saw that he had brought a friend with him. This was someone new, someone...

3 years ago
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Johnny And Mary A True Story Classic poetry

I'm sure this is a true story...for somebody...Johnny And Mary, A True Story...Now Johnny knew Mary since they were little tykes,Running in the field, riding their bikes,Like other little k**s, they stayed out all day,Doing their chores, later they'll play,Johnny and Mary went to school,Tried real hard, act real cool,Johnny noticed Mary started to grow real fine,Nice firm breasts, big behin',Johnny thought he'd take him a chance,He asked Mary to the high school dance,Mary said fine, pick me up...

3 years ago
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Sandy and RandyChapter 9 Hurricane

The next morning, Sandy awoke alone and hungry. Her father was already gone from his bed, their bed. After a quick stop, she meandered downstairs, still rubbing her eyes from sleep. The TV was on some news program. Suddenly it was off, and her father was calling to her. “Come on, sleepyhead. Breakfast is served. Want omelets this morning?” “Sounds great, I’m starved.” He doesn’t let on what he just heard. A hurricane had formed out in the Atlantic. This was before the advanced computer...

4 years ago
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Sandys construction

We recently moved to the western suburbs around Chicago, into a newer sub-division. There's been a lot of construction going on and lots of construction workers hanging around. During the summer, while I was unemployed, I enjoyed watching the guys check Sandy out as they drove by. I've k**ded Sandy that I wouldn't mind seeing her take on a couple of the guys but she always tells me that most of the guys are either overweight, black, or too old to consider. We do, however, fantasize about her...

1 year ago
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Sandy n Candy

Growing up, my father was always in and out of my life. He would be around for six to 12 months and then disappear for around the same amount of time. I never knew where he went. He would be gone then simply appear one day out to the blue. He and mom would talk for hours and all would be forgiven. As a little boy, I was simply happy that my family was back together and that my dad was home. Life would be good for several months and then the arguing would start up again and dad would go...

3 years ago
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Grandfather Death and Virgin Mary

"No one lives forever," said a voice in his ear. "Certainly not us," said another, on the other side. Two figures, both women, appeared in the mirror behind him, though Friedrich knew that if he turned around he would not see them. They were only ever in the mirror. Friedrich sighed and sat down. The room was dark, and filthy, and full of dust. The windows and doors were barricaded, and everything smelled of decay. How long had he been here? He barely remembered now. He was dying...

3 years ago
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Andersonville 12 The Day Linda Anderson Came To Town

I slid the report into the proper file just as he walked into the room. Dennis Butz stood there wearing his three-piece suit, looking as handsome and charming as any man could. But I was not to be tamed by his charm. "Hello, Linda," he said with a friendly grin. "Judge Herns isn't in today," I replied back in a frosty tone. "I'm not here to see her." "My plane leaves in less then an hour Dennis, what do you want?" I slammed the file drawer shut and walked past him to my desk...

4 years ago
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Mary and Johnrsquos Fantasy comes true First 3

We became friends on a couples website and John and I had been corresponding by internal email for a couple of months. We discussed there fantasies, which was a 3 some and possible DP. John also informed me about some of the things Susan liked, and we appeared quite compatible.I have arranged to meet Susan and John in the bar of a local hotel where I am staying near their home in the UK. We have been corresponding for a while and they were interested in a threesome and maybe DP; they have...

2 years ago
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Nandini Deshpande 8211 Part 1Introduction

This introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...

Incest
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Nandini Deshpande 8211 Part 1Introduction

This introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...

Incest
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John and Mary Naked in School

John and Mary Naked at School Synopsis A story inspired by various Naked in School stories originated, I believe,by Karen Wagner. John and Mary rebel against the pilot Naked in School programmewhen it is introduced into England. Please take note! The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly writtenfor adults only. MF Hum. Rom If you are an underage minor or offended by such material -or- if viewingthis file is illegal in your locality, then leave, close or delete this...

2 years ago
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Andrea John and me

My buddy called up and wanted to see if Andrea and I wanted to go to the club tonight. I told him sure, and we would meet him there around 1000pm or so. Andrea loves to go to this particular club, as it has a large dance floor that is kind of dark, and they always play alternative music. I told Andrea to dress in something that will turn heads, and of course, she complied. She wore a tight black dress that clung to her C cup boobs nicely, and accentuated her ass to perfection. Andrea has a...

1 year ago
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Strange RelationshipsChapter 10 Armand Mixes in the Hernandezs Affairs

Armand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed...

1 year ago
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Sandys Secret

I recognise it. I have a foot fetish. A strong one. Well, not quite, because I can have fun with sex even though no feet are involved. Anyway, my girlfriend, Brenda, told me that she was not interested in fetishism in general, and especially not in foot fetish. Whenever I brought the subject into our conversations she told me that it was just the idleness of unemployment, and that I should find some physical activity to do instead of surfing the internet at all times. A block away from...

2 years ago
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A First For Gracie Sami Candy and John get together Part 2

John was dreaming, had to be dreaming.  Sami’s breasts were in his face, one nipple in his mouth.  She was riding him cowgirl style moving her hips back and forth on his raging hard on.  “That’s it, Miss, just like that,” he moaned as she rode him hard.  Then she started bucking up and down on his cock. “Oh fuck, I am going to cum,”Suddenly, he woke up.  He was indeed cumming but it was into Sami’s mouth, not her pussy as he was dreaming.  He looked down at her as she took every rope of cum he...

Straight Sex
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A First For Gracie Sami Candy And John Get Together

“Wow, that was so much fun,” Candy said as she and Sami walked into Frank's Place hand in hand.“Oh, I know!  I can’t remember when I’ve had more fun with sex,” Sami answered.The bar was fairly busy since it was Saturday night but they found two seats at the end of the bar and settled in.  Carol, Sami’s coworker, walked up.  “Hey girls, what can I get you?” she asked.  “Nice markings, by the way, you two have been messing around, huh?”“Um, well yes, we have, as a matter of fact,” Candy...

Threesomes
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Johns 3am fantasy John and Claire part 2

Later that day John was having difficulty sleeping, he opened an eye to look at the clock, 3am shone brightly from the illuminated display. John's mind was awash with what had happened that day with Claire. It kept going round and round in his mind. John had found the experience quite mind blowing and was restless and a long way from being able to sleep. Knowing he needed to get to sleep soon, John figured there was only one way to relieve the pressure he was feeling inside.John allowed his...

Office Sex
4 years ago
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Sandy and RandyChapter 15 Maria

The family is back together, living in the California high rise condo that their father had bought with some of the money he made from selling their company. Sandy Several months had passed since mom and dad had gotten back together. She was still leery of remarrying him quite yet, so they (like Randy and I) had been ‘living in sin’ together. I thought it kinda funny. After mom and dad were back sleeping together, they had basically given up trying to keep Randy and me apart. We slept...

4 years ago
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Beth and grandpa john

Authors note.This is a prequel to another story called (Beth, Simon and Robin too) in which a reference is made to Beth's past when she had an affair, it's an old/young story about her affair with her then boyfriends grandpa. It's a one off story about their first encounter. Beth's story.I'd seen that look hundreds of times before.From lots of different guy's, all types, from groups of youths on street corners to business men in suits driving flash cars. This was different. He was different.I...

4 years ago
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Randis Vacation Part 3 of Randi

Randi's Vacation Randi woke up to his alarm and quickly silenced it. A quick glance to his left confirmed the Denise was already up. She almost always got up before him preferring some extra time between getting ready for work and needing to walk out the door. He preferred to have enough time to get ready, eat and go. He walked to the bathroom which was right in the master bedroom. The condo they bought was a bit extravagant but provided plenty of room and they could afford it on...

2 years ago
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Chanda Ki Gandi Chudai 8211 Part 2

Hum dono abhi bhi nange hi thay. Chalte chalte usne paad maari. Uski gaand mein abhi bhi haddi akti hui thi. Nadi kinare, jhadiyon ke bich usko bithaya. “Hug le saali madarchod. Kab se paad rahi jai bhosdiki.” Woh hugne lagi. Uski gaand se haddi nikal gayi. Uski garam moot ki dhaar mere pairo pe giri. “Saali maderjaat! Mere pairon pe mootegi. Saali raand muh khol,” main uske muh mein mootne laga. Lavda uske gale mein ghus kar mootne laga. Maine apni tange faila di aur wahi khade khade hugne...

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Chanda Ki Gandi Chudai 8211 Part 1

Mera naam Rudra hai. Ek number ka harami aur besharam. Mera dimaag mere lavde mein hai, jo saala har waqt chudai ke liye uchalte rehta hai. Kasarati badan jo ghanto tak lavde ka saath deta hai. Waise toh bachpan se hi kaafi chudai ki hai. Lekin yeh wali sabse achi wali, ya yeh kahu ki sab se gandi wali hai. Main tab 30 saal ka tha. Shaadi hui nahi thi. Ghar mein rehta hi nahi tha. Naukri hi aisi thi ke sheher-sheher gaon-gaon bhatakna padta tha. Peshe se ek civil engineer, jiski degree paiso se...

4 years ago
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Andrea Standing part 2 of Andreas Stand

Andrea Standing (part 2 of Andrea's Stand) A note at the beginning. One of the problems with writing a serial story is that the author feels a need to recap what happened in the prior portions. Please go back and read part 1, "Andrew Running". It will make this a better story. Briefly Andrew at 19, abused by his father, runs away to a distant relative, Aunt Clara. Andrew goes along with a joke played by Clara's lover Marnie, and ends up as Andrea working in Marnie's luxury used car...

4 years ago
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Sandy Debbie Matt and I Wife Swap

MY STORY: My wife and I have been married for about five years, and while we are very monogamous, a recent event changed my mind about monogamous relationships. As an Army Officer I am expected to attend certain social events, and while my wife is not a social butterfly she goes along with me, because she knows the political importance of being the “prim and proper, socially connected” Officer’s wife. My Battalion Commander was throwing a Party at the “O” club (short for the Officer’s Club)...

Wife Lovers
3 years ago
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SandyThe making of a Real MC Club Moma

Sandy left home in PA at 18, landing in Daytona Beach Florida.While hanging nights on Beach,She meet members of several motorcycle clubs.The Thrill of Riding on Harleys became an addiction with Sandy.also,Sandy was overwhelmed seeing her 1st Daytona Bike Week.Sandy had never experienced riding on motorcycles or biker club.After a few weeks passed,Sandy's Saved $$$ were gone.She mentioned that to several of her new bikers friends.They offered Her option of Staying at their Clubhouse until things...

3 years ago
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Sandy and Brad Ch 01

‘Sandy And Brad – Ch-01’ ‘Home Comes The Warrior’ Part 1 ‘On The Sidewalk’ The uniformed Marine who was wearing his Dress Uniform with Sargent stripes with several ribbons, was standing on the sidewalk beside the taxi cab, leaning on his cane. He was waiting for the driver to get his bags from the trunk. He took a deep breath and slowly breathed out in a long, slow, tired sigh. There was no one here. He had called. They said they would be right down. Of ourse, he realized, he had only...

3 years ago
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Sandy

"Hold the door!" Sandy yelled as she sprinted the last twenty feet to the rapidly closing door of the Ferry's waiting area. With only a half foot to spare, the blonde made it through, much to the disappointment of the deck hand who got his kicks closing the door in people's faces. Had she missed it, it would be a long hour's wait until the next Ferry at 1:30 AM. No sooner had she cleared the boarding ramp when it began to rise, freeing the Staten Island Ferryboat Alice Austin to begin her...

2 years ago
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Sandy Begins To Live Again

Sandy stared off across the park that came up to the fence in her yard from her back porch. Her small subdivision abutted a large reserve at the edge of town. She drank down her last cup of coffee for the morning. It was a nice morning; winter was letting go and giving spring a chance to take hold.  What a beautiful morning! she thought to herself. It was at this time last year that her husband, Steve, had passed.  Winter yielding to spring fit her feelings well. She had an overwhelming...

Group Sex
3 years ago
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Sandy Begins To Live Again Pt 3

The sun was just peeking over the horizon as Sandy took her first sip of coffee, sitting on her back porch. It was 6:00 am. She had left Francine in bed to get some more sleep. Sandy was so energized that she was surprised she’d actually gotten the four hours of sleep that she did.She was thinking about the last day and what an amazing awakening it had been.The morning chill made her naked skin rise up in goosebumps and her nipples stood so tall and hard they almost hurt. She loved that she was...

Group Sex
2 years ago
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Sandy and Ted Part 1 Teachers Pet

"It will be Sandy's birthday in two weeks," Pam reminded me."I remember," I replied, " the big five-o for our little teacher.""She does not want a party or anything, though," Pam lamented. "She doesn't want to even say the word fifty."I laughed, "I don't why she worries; she barely looks forty.""I know," Pam replied. “She looks so good still.""Like you," I reminded her. "You still look like you're in your thirties."Although almost forty-nine Pam looked like she was...

Swingers
3 years ago
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Sandy and Sam and Sally and Max

Chapter 1: So Like A Woman Sandy had led a sheltered life. Just 24 years old, she had had no other lover than her husband of two years, Sam. Sex was still a bit of a mystery to Sandy, though she was excited by it when it happened and often found her mind turning to it when she was doing some chore around the house. Her neighbour and best friend Sally once gave her a vibrator as a joke present but though she had unwrapped it and even held it a few times she hadn’t dared to use it and kept it...

3 years ago
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Sandy loses her cherry

Larry and sandy wilson were relaxing in front of the television on this spring evening. Their three children were paying attention to the program that was airing; but larry and sandy were less engrossed. Sandy was paying more attention to the book that she was reading and larry was dozing off periodically. Larry began thinking about how they had gotten to this place in their lives since he met sandy while they were both in college in ohio. Larry had been in the first semester of his senior year...

4 years ago
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Sandy And Ted Part 2 Teds Turn

I woke up to find Pam's head next to mine but our bodies apart. Between our legs was Sandy, still face-down in the same place and sleeping soundly. I kissed Pam's forehead and got up. As I went into the bathroom I turned and looked back at the bed. Sandy was still in her school-girl outfit, the plaid skirt up on her back with her perky little ass sticking out. The sight made my cock start to grow.I showered and dried off. Entering the bedroom I found Sandy cuddling with Pam. They looked at me...

Swingers
1 year ago
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Sandy The bankteller prostitute

All the rest of that week, Jo and I kept spending time with Sandy. And all that week, that gorgeous blonde wearing her patented black pants and brightly-colored ribbon belt kept telling us how she could hardly wait until Friday night, when she’d been joining Jo, Nadene and Heather for a fun-filled night working as a street hooker. Wednesday morning, two days after she’d first talked to Jo and me about the many advantages of life as a whore, we showed up at the bank to find Sandy already hard at...

Group Sex
2 years ago
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Sandy and RobChapter 3

The next morning I called my brother Jim on my cell phone. We did the usual family bit of "How's Dad and Mary," "Sarah and the kids" and "Paul and family?" Finally I said, "Sandy and I have a problem. In fact it's a pretty damn nasty problem. I was drugged so that some of the town's finest citizens could rape Sandy. It was taped and we are being blackmailed. I was wondering if you might have some time to come down and talk it over with us." Jim said he would be on the road...

2 years ago
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Sandy and Graham

Sandy was standing in her bra and panties brushing out her silky, blonde hair with long even strokes. She had lost count on how many strokes she had applied so far, and smiled nervously at herself in the mirror. She was getting dolled up for a special treat this evening. Her friend, Graham, had called her earlier in the week and told her to reserve a spot in her social calendar for this coming Saturday evening. When Sandy asked what was so special, Graham said, "Remember that conversation we...

3 years ago
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Sandy Begins To Live Again Pt 2

Francine rested her head back into the corner of the wall.  The bathroom was dimly, romantically lit by a few candles.  Soft jazz was playing, and she and Sandy had just brought one another to wonderful orgasms, again.  She was sitting on the edge of the tub and Sandy was in the tub kneeling between her legs.Francine had asked Sandy to shave her.  Now that she had found a lover, the lover she had dreamed of, she wanted to be clean for her.  She wanted Sandy to fully enjoy sucking on her pussy. ...

BDSM
1 year ago
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I fucked a grandma that was my grandpas whore

There was a 70 year old grandma that moved in right next to my apartment, I was 18 at the time and my grandpa was 74. I lived with my grandpa at the time. The old grandma would come to talk to my grandpa each day, she would keep teasing him, she would flirt with him, she tried to seduce him. My grandpa ignored her at first but then he started flirting with her after a couple days. I once came out of my apartment only to see her sucking his dick outside on the porch while he was touching her...

1 year ago
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Sandy and Jos chocolate coated cum Part 1

Sandy, the gorgeous little blonde bank-teller, is doing better and better and having more and more fun working as a prostitute. She has been working with JoAnne, Nadene and Heather for about three months now, and is doing everything she can to spend more and more time at it. In fact, she only is working at the bank half-time now, so she can spend more time working the streets and taking calls. And, even when she’s at the bank, she spends about half of her time on her knees… blowing her boss,...

Group Sex
3 years ago
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Sandys 40th Birthday gift

Sandy’s 40th Birthday surpriseSandy is a 5ft 1in ginger haired divorcee (three times) who was born in Ilkeston, between Nottingham and Derby in the UK, on December 6th 1974. Even though she was now nearly 40 she had a very tight body and looked a lot younger. Her best friend is Dawn who has been with her since her earliest school days right up to the present day. They are very close and since Dawn’s 40th birthday in July have become more than just friends as they are now lovers as well.Whilst...

4 years ago
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Sandy Wants My Cock

Soon after my retirement I found myself scouting around for something to keep me busy. As fate would have it, I met a couple at a local bridge tournament in Milwaukee who owned a cabin in Northern Wisconsin. They were looking for someone who could help them do some repair and upgrade work on the place. I'm a pretty handy fellow, so I told them I'd be willing to sign on. Since the cabin was several hours drive from Milwaukee, they suggested that I stay over in the spare bedroom until the...

Wife Lovers
2 years ago
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Sandy Wants Joshs Cock

Sandy's parting words echoed in my mind, "I love being your whore..." Our late night fuck-fest was unexpected and absolutely fantastic, but I wondered if she would tell Ray that she had wantonly fucked the guy her husband hired to help remodel his Wisconsin cabin. Perhaps tomorrow would be my last day on the job. In any event, I consoled myself with the idea that you can't change history. What's done is done. I had no regrets. Turns out my fears were unfounded. The next morning Sandy and Ray...

MILF
2 years ago
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Sandy comes to visit me

If you have read any of my prior stories, you know that while I was born as a boy, I more closely resembled my mother and my older sisters. I was the only boy in our family, and from a young age realized that I was destined to live as a girl. It started early in life, with me sneaking into my sister’s rooms and admiring their pretty things. Later on, I actually began “borrowing” things from each of my sisters. I lived in secret, ashamed that I was different.When I graduated from high school, I...

3 years ago
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Sandy and Mark

Back when I had my boat, I made some great friends at the boat club I belonged to at a local marina on Lake Michigan. Mark and Sandy were retired, and about ten years older than me. Despite the age difference, we all really got along well. With another group of friends, we spent our weekends at the club hanging out, boating, and partying together.Mark and I got to be close. He was like an older brother to me. We spent many hours drinking and talking about life. We’d talk about our families, and...

Cuckold
3 years ago
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Sandy makes sex slaves

I’ve long had a fantasy about seeing my wife have sex with another, well-hung, man. Recently, I had the chance to realize this fantasy. My wife, Lavi, and I were working out at our gym. For about fifteen minutes she and I were the only ones there. Then, a young man whom we had never seen there before came in and started riding one of the exercise bikes while I kept working out at the bench and Lavi went from one Nautilus machine to the other. Lavi is 29. She is 5’8″, about 120 pounds, brunette....

Incest
4 years ago
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John Candy

It was the end of a very long, day at school. I put up with nerve wracking Students all day long. Just wanted to get home and take a nap before I had to go play Base Ball. My sister had told me earlier that morning that she didn’t need me to Drive her home, so I was looking forward to the quiet ride home. On my way to the parking lot, my sister’s friend, Candy, a sexy cheerleader with a tight ass, and a nice set of breasts, and great legs asked me for a ride home. Despite how tired I was, I...

1 year ago
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Sandy The Bankteller Prostitute

All the rest of that week, Jo and I kept spending time with Sandy. And all that week, that gorgeous blonde wearing her patented black pants and brightly-colored ribbon belt kept telling us how she could hardly wait until Friday night, when she’d been joining Jo, Nadene and Heather for a fun-filled night working as a street hooker. Wednesday morning, two days after she’d first talked to Jo and me about the many advantages of life as a whore, we showed up at the bank to find Sandy already hard at...

Group Sex
3 years ago
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Sandy Revisited

Sandy. Just that name alone brings back some of the fondest and hottest sexual memories in my early adult life. If you haven't read about Sandy and my relationship with her, I invite you to go back and read those. Sandy was a wonderful woman, and I found her to be very sexy. But, when I'd first met her, Sandy was emotionally and mentally in bad shape because of the mental neglect and lack of attention that she'd been getting from her husband. I came into her life, or should I say she came...

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