Goings on in the Dorm
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"May I help you?" Amy asked of the girl who walked in the door of the principal's office. Jean looked up and saw Megan.
"Amy, do you know my daughter, Megan?" Jean asked.
"No," blushed Amy, "I'm afraid I don't. I'm pleased to meet you, Megan."
"I'm pleased to meet you too, Amy," answered Megan brightly. "Mom has told me a bit about you. She says you've been elected her right-hand-man, as it were. Not that you leave the least doubt but what you're a beautiful young woman," she giggled.
"You're a beautiful young woman yourself," laughed Amy.
"Enough with the mutual-admiration society," chuckled Jean. "I know you two will get along famously. Let's get to work."
They got themselves comfortably seated around a table and began to lay out the issues. They decided that Megan would work on collecting errant CAP card scans. They worked through the database, isolated individuals with unscanned CAP cards, and tried to organize a somewhat efficient route.
They showed Megan how to use the laptop and the CAP card scanner. They talked about the reactions Megan might encounter, the arguments and excuses she might hear, and what her responses ought to be. It was emphasized to Megan that she should ask one and all whether they expected any grown children or any other family or friends to move back to town, hoping for a ride to the stars. They told Megan that, as unfair as it was, it was less than unlikely that any males with CAP scores below the 6.5 level necessary to volunteer would be able to go. On the other hand, it was virtually certain that any woman who wanted to go would be accommodated. They showed Megan how to add at least the names of those expected to return to town at a later date, and how to connect these people to their families in the files.
Jean handed Megan the keys to the car, which was still at home. Jean made sure Megan had her cell phone, and that it was turned on. Megan promised to return in time for lunch. Finally, when they had finished talking, Megan packed her stuff, made her goodbyes, and left.
At 9:47, Shannon emerged into the pool area, hunched over and trying to cover herself without it being obvious. When Bob turned to her, she visibly steeled herself and stood up straight, her arms at her sides. She was blushing crimson, but she wore a wan smile.
Bob tried his best to put her at ease. As he guided her in a stroll alongside the pool, he explained the twin objectives for the students, who were swimming underwater across the width of the pool. He promised to show her how the kids were practicing their touch hand-offs for the relay when the next session began.
The dozen students climbed out of the pool, approached and greeted her, water running down their slender bodies, oblivious of their nudity. She was plainly a popular teacher. The exchange with the kids was an elixir for her mental state. The kids waved goodbye and headed for the showers.
During the break, Bob and Shannon spent some time getting to know each other a little better. They knew each other of course, but they had had scant opportunity to socialize. Bob learned that Shannon was divorced and had a daughter in seventh grade and a son in fifth. Bob commented on the obvious delight the kids had displayed on seeing her. She blushed a little but allowed that their response had pleased her.
Shannon was surprised to discover that she was quickly becoming more comfortable sans her clothes. She admitted to herself that her body was no longer slim and toned, but she was shyly proud of certain of her features. She blushed when she caught Bob appreciating her nice butt and legs, but smiled and chuckled when he discovered he had been caught in the act. She was even able to thank him out loud for the implicit compliment he had bestowed upon her. She began to feel, as she had heard Heather say, that she wanted to improve her image, and was willing to work to achieve success.
Soon, the second session brought two teams down to the pool. Both teams knew what to do and, after they too expressed delight in seeing Shannon, quickly got themselves down to business practicing their relay handoffs. Bob explained what she was seeing as they stood together beside the pool. She could see that Bob was trying mightily to keep his eyes on her face, but failing dismally. She even found the nerve to accuse him of appreciating her tits. Bob blushed, but confessed the truth of her accusation, and they both laughed.
For his own part, Bob began to feel the pressure that signaled the beginning of his arousal. He excused himself and began swimming laps. He drove himself, hopeful that the exertion would solve his problem. It worked. He slowed his pace but continued doing laps until his body was pleasantly fatigued. He climbed out of the pool and rejoined Shannon.
One of the teams was surrounding Shannon, chattering with her brightly. None of the kids showed the least concern with their nudity. Two of the boys sported erections but no one seemed to pay attention. The students were at least able to keep their eyes above Shannon's shoulders. Bob listened for a moment and then interrupted, reminding the students that they needed to keep working, either here in the pool or elsewhere. Conceding his point, they bid Shannon goodbye and headed for the lockers.
"I'm sorry I chased off your fan club," Bob told her.
"Don't worry," she replied, "you were right. I have to admit that it was difficult to stand there talking to them in the face of two hard dicks. They seemed oblivious."
"It doesn't take long to become accustomed to being nude," Bob answered as they watched a team file out of the pool area. "It is inevitable that I'll sprout an erection, too. I don't mind being nude, but I'm not looking forward to making a scene like that." They both chuckled.
And then Sandy walked in.
Bob and Sandy stood stock-still, gobsmacked, taking in the other's visage. Sandy made no attempt to keep her eyes up on his face. Bob's attempt was utterly futile. Bob had never gone from flaccid to rock-hard in so short a time. Neither moved in the slightest to get away from the other or to cover themselves. Both blushed vividly, and smiled at the other wanly.
Sandy shuddered visibly. She broke into a big smile and approached her dad. "I'll take that as the biggest complement I have ever had," she chuckled as she casually waved her hand at his crotch. Without the least modesty, she wrapped him in a full hug, his erection pressing firmly into her belly. "I love you, Dad. You are even more handsome than I ever imagined."
Bob was flummoxed. He gasped and sputtered, trying valiantly to regain the least modicum of composure. She pulled her face back to look at his. With an evil grin, she whispered, "I want to see it all red with my blood."
Bob was so thunderstruck that his knees nearly gave way. Sensing his distress, Sandy hugged him harder to support him. "Please, Kitten, you've gotta help me!" he whispered, almost frantic. "I've never been so aroused and so mortified in my life!"
She looked up at him, an impish grin on her face. "OK, Daddy," she softly said. "Let's re-take that train trip to Disneyland. That should be safe enough for you. Remember when you teased me with the drinking fountain on the train?"
He smiled. "You mean, when I was holding you, and you leaned down to drink, and as soon as you reached the water, it stopped?"
"Exactly," she giggled. "There was a foot pedal for the fountain, wasn't there? You moved your foot off the pedal every time, didn't you?"
He grinned shyly. "Guilty as charged."
"That was mean!" she laughed. "But that was the most vivid memory I have of the trip."
"Do you remember when we had to cross from one train car to the next how we were outside for a moment until we went into the next car?"
"I do," she giggled. "I remember it was cold out there. And I remember sitting at the table in the dining car, eating pancakes and watching through the window as the world whizzed by. I remember when the porter came and let the beds down from the wall and I climbed up there and looked over the edge. I remember how teensy the bathroom was in the room. I remember that I had the best time ever, Dad."
Her diversion was a tonic to him. As she relaxed, but did not release, her grip on his chest, his now-flaccid cock dropped back into place. "If I wasn't so very thankful for you coming to my rescue, I'd threaten terrible retribution, you minx!" he chuckled.
"Be nice, Daddy, or I'll paint a word picture of my masturbation fantasies," she smirked.
"You are awful, you know that?" he smiled. "And I love you more than life itself, at least half as much as I love your mother."
"Then I know for certain that my mother is the single luckiest woman on this earth, or anywhere else for that matter! And you, my poor old Dad, are the luckiest, most beloved man in the universe."
They both smiled broadly, peering into each other's eyes. "Enough of this, Scofflaw. You need to get busy!" he told her. They broke their embrace and, with a laugh, Sandy dove into the water.
Shannon had the grace to allow him time to recover at least some of his composure. When he finally approached her, she smiled warmly at him. "I must start with an apology, Bob, because I simply cannot resist: maybe the second time that happens to you in public won't be so painful."
"Oh, God, I hope so," he answered. "That was awful."
"And wonderful, Bob, admit it," she said. "Sandy is a beautiful young woman. I know how proud you are of her, and how much you love her. Welcome to a brave new world, Bob. Most people never see their grown children stark naked and glowing with lust and love. Any other reaction from you would have astounded me."
He smiled and nodded. With that, Shannon dove into the pool and began her first lap. Without thought, Bob dove in next to her and began trying to catch up. Shannon was a surprisingly strong and graceful swimmer. When she reached the end, she executed a flawless racing turn and headed back the way she came. Bob had never mastered that turn, and quickly realized that he had found his teacher. Now far behind her, he redoubled his effort to catch up to her.
He finished his lap and found her standing in the shallow end of the pool, water streaming down her chest. She smiled at him. After a breath or two, he asked, "Have you swum competitively? I saw your graceful turn, and couldn't match it."
She laughed gaily, nodding her head. "In high school, I was on the swim team," she told him. "It was a lot of fun. It's still good exercise. I'm going to get as much time in doing laps as I can in the next few months."
"Do you have any pointers for the kids on how they'll achieve their required distance under water?" he asked.
"I might," she allowed. "I have always concentrated on swimming laps when I got a chance in the pool, and when the kids didn't need close supervision. Let's try swimming a width, and see what I can still do."
They emerged from the pool and walked around to a point about two-thirds along the length of the pool. "Here goes nothing," she said as she dived in. Bob quickly followed. He swam with all his might, and was pleased to find that he had just enough in him to reach the other side, still underwater. He held the side of the pool and looked, but did not see Shannon. Finally, she surfaced, almost three-quarters of the way back. He swam free style back to join her. He found her along the side of the pool.
"You did wonderfully!" he chirped.
"Not too bad for one so far out of practice," she agreed with a smile. "I'm going to keep working on it for myself, and see whether I can transfer what little I know about it to the kids."
"Great," he beamed. "Can I ask a favor of you?" She nodded. "Will you teach me how to do a racing turn?"
"Gladly," she answered. "I owe you much more than that, but it's a start."
"But you don't owe me anything," he protested.
"Oh, but I do: not only have you shown me the grace and poise I needed to become comfortable in my birthday suit, Bob, you have saved my very life, and the lives of my children."
"Not guilty!" he shot back with a grin. "I'm just a poor old guy who helped make this Program happen!"
"You are far, far too modest, Bob," she said as she shook her head disapprovingly. "You know very well that you single-handedly made our dreams come true. Without you, we would have died, every last one of us. You ask anyone in town, anyone, who made this happen. Every last one of them will say it was Bob Minter."
"DON'T!" they heard loudly. They turned and saw a girl fighting off a boy, his erection rampant. They quickly climbed out of the pool and ran down to join the girl, who was still struggling to get away from the six-handed boy who was still pawing at her. When the boy turned to look, Bob landed a solid blow to the boy's solar plexus, doubling him up as he crashed to the deck.
Bob stood over the boy as he recovered, a vicious look on his face. Shannon had wrapped the girl in an embrace. The girl started sobbing uncontrollably. Shannon led the girl away to a bench and sat down, the girl beside her.
"Would you care to explain yourself?" Bob asked the boy ominously.
"I was just having fun," the boy whined. "I didn't mean any harm. You didn't have to hit me, man!"
"Go to the locker room," Bob growled. "Get dressed. Go home." He stood over the boy, watching him collect himself for a retort.
"You got in a sucker punch, old man," the boy hissed. "You can't make me leave." Bob instantly reached down, grabbed a fistful of the boy's hair, and frog-marched him toward the lockers.
"Which locker room is yours?" he asked the boy's teammates over his shoulder.
"The boys'," answered a girl. "We're the orange/white team."
Bob found the lockers marked orange/white. He released the boy with a shove. The boy rounded on Bob, taking a swing meant for Bob's head. Bob blocked the swing and landed his own mighty blow to the boy's jaw. The boy crashed back into the lockers and slumped into a heap. Hearing a sharp intake of breath, Bob turned and found a girl standing behind him, her hand covering her mouth.
"Go get Patti Hanson and Jean Stevens," he barked. When she remained frozen, he shouted, "Do it!" She tore away, as fast as she could go, oblivious to her nudity.
The boy was still slumped against the locker when Patti ran in, first aid kit in hand. Jean was only seconds behind her. "What happened?" said Jean.
By this time, the rest of the orange/white team was standing by in horror. "Tell her," Bob said to them.
"William was going after Brianna, touching her body and stuff. Brianna tried to get away, but he wouldn't let go. Bob and Mrs ... Shannon came to the rescue. When William still wouldn't let go, Bob punched him in the gut. Bob told William to get dressed and leave, but he wouldn't. Bob marched William in here. I didn't see the rest."
"I did," the first girl said. "When Bob let William go, William took a swing at Bob. Bob blocked the punch and hit William in the jaw. William just collapsed."
Patti had completed her preliminary evaluation. She extracted an instant ice pack from the first aid kit, activated it, and placed it on the boy's face. She guided his hand onto the ice pack. When she was satisfied that he could hold it in place, she turned her attention to the back of his head. The collision with the locker had opened the boy's scalp. Patti carefully cleaned, and then bandaged the cut. She moved away from the boy. "I'm pretty sure he's all right. We should get him to Ellen just to be sure."
Jean produced a cell phone and began to dial. "Dave," she said into the phone, we have a bit of an emergency. Please come to the boys' locker room, right now. Don't run, but don't delay, either." She listened for a moment. "OK," she said, and closed the phone.
"Where is Brianna?" asked Patti. With the answer, Patti shot down to the pool area.
Jean turned to the kids. "Does anyone have anything to add about what happened? Any objections to what I heard?" The kids all shook their heads. "You realize, don't you," Jean continued, "that William is all done here? That William is out of the Program? That your team is now one member short? Does anyone think William should be pardoned, and allowed to stay in the Program?" The kids uniformly shook their heads 'no'.
Dave Franklin walked in and quickly assessed the situation. "Remind me never to tangle with you, Bob," he said with a grim smile. He turned to Jean. "What do you want me to do?"
"Will you please load William into your car," Jean said, "and take him in to see Ellen? Patti doesn't think he's seriously hurt, but we need to be sure."
Dave simply nodded and began to get William to his feet. "Get dressed, Bud," he said, "and let's go."
William proceeded to get himself dressed, then turned to face Dave. "I'm sorry, Mr. Franklin," was all he said.
"Sorry doesn't cut it," growled Dave. "It's too late for 'I'm sorry' I'm afraid. Let's go." With that, Dave and William left.
"You realize, don't you," said Jean to the kids, "that expulsion from the Program is a death sentence? I mean that, it's a death sentence. William will be Swarm food. He has no other option."
The kids were stricken, appalled, horrified. With eyes like saucers, hands over mouths, they nodded.
"Let's go check on Brianna," said Bob. They all trouped down to the pool. Brianna had seemingly recovered and was no longer wrapped in Shannon's arms. Patti was kneeling in front of Brianna, talking to her.
Bob felt Sandy latch herself onto his side, her arm around his waist. "Are you alright, Dad?" she asked.
Bob inspected the back of his hand, found no blood, and answered, "Sure, Kitten, your old man is tough."
"You got that right about tough," she said. "I saw it all, Dad. I had no idea you could do that."
"Aw, twern't nuttin," he told her, looking down at her face. Fortunately, he was so rattled by the experience, he didn't have to worry about a repeat episode with his cock. 'Damn, ' he thought, 'she is breathtakingly beautiful.'
"Nothing? I don't think that was nothing, Daddy," she answered. "You demolished a twelfth grader. I heard what you did to him in the locker room."
"Well," he sighed, "it isn't anything to be proud of, anyway, Baby. A man shouldn't go around fighting."
"Dad," she said in exasperation, "you missed the point entirely. You saved Brianna. You saw what you had to do, and you did it. That's it."
"That's what you think, huh?" he asked.
"That's what everybody thinks, Dad. You gotta stop being a hero for the whole town, or you'll be insufferable. You're hard enough to deal with as it is," she giggled.
He roared with laughter. Everybody turned to look at him. He recovered himself, blushing. "Dang, now everyone will think I don't take this seriously."
"Dad!" she turned and socked him in the arm, hard. "You take everything seriously! You especially take your humor seriously."
"Oh, yea, like standing here, buck naked, being pummeled by my irresistibly sexy daughter is serious?" he chuckled.
She got a quizzical look. "You think I'm sexy?" she squeaked.
A look of shock on his face, he answered, "You, Sandy Minter, are almost unbearably sexy. You exude sexy. I'm gonna go get dressed before I have a heart attack."
"Don't you mean a hard attack?" she quipped with an impish grin.
He laughed. "Been there, done that. No tee shirts in the pool area." Now they both laughed. He wrapped her in a warm embrace and kissed the top of her head.
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“Perfectly healthy.” I remember the very words that my doctor spoke like it was yesterday. How wrong she was! Here I am, nearing thirty years old, now the smallest man that the world has ever known... It started a few months back when I filled a temporary position working for a environmental clean-upcrew, trying to help make ends meet until one of my job applications for a managerial position in retail came through. I was delighted to be finishing my last day of manual labor on the land fill...
GOING THROUGH THE DOOR THE NEXT STEP By Betty Noone CHAPTER ONE A CONVERSATION WITH JEAN WHAT ARE THE ODDS? I called my best friend Jean at 8:45 P.M. on a Sunday night. I knew it was late but, to me at least, it was important. "Jean, can you meet me for lunch tomorrow? And if you can, do you think you can take a two hour lunch?" "What's up? Sounds important." "I really need to talk and you are the only one that I can talk to. Yes. It is important." Jean is a...
Going Home By Julie O Chapter One Nick Griffin let out a long and audible sigh while he turned off the car's ignition. Finally parked outside his sister's condo, he felt mixed emotions. While he was happy to see his twin sister, Sherri, he wished it were under better circumstances. A week earlier he had been on the fast track to management, and then in a flash, he was unemployed. He kept trying to convince himself that it wasn't his fault, but deep down he knew that it...
I grabbed a drink and headed to the couch. The instructions weren't long but I needed a better understanding of a few parts. The first question that came to mind after I had read them was where to place the portal. While you needed the ring to pass through, having it seen as a doorway somewhere was going to raise suspicions. And the way I had people traipsing through the house, that was a concern. It needed to be in a frame which was large enough for me to pass through. I'm 6' and 200...
Cloud stood in the kitchen the next morning, her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. Strands of hair had managed to escape their restraint during her early morning jog and they framed her face as she watched the sausages she was making for her husband sizzle in the pan. Kira walked into the kitchen with a yawn, “Too early…” She plopped down into a chair. “Or too late.” “It’s not that early…” Cloud watched, amused while Pocket herded her four kittens into the kitchen. “Kittens!” One of...
The Edgar folks were still suffering from a kind of 'jet lag, ' their bodies not yet accustomed to Greenwich Mean Time. The AI succeeded in prodding the sponsors to get themselves up and about. In most pods, there was enough time for morning ablutions and a leisurely breakfast. Some opted for more vigorous exercise -- there were babies to be made, after all! The embarkation itself was routine. The Edgar sponsors and their families allowed themselves to be led to their new living quarters...
“Elsie’s on my phone on the couch. Brie’s asleep in her bed. She passed out on stage.” “Passed out?” Warrick asked, concerned. “She’s okay.” Ivy reassured him. “She didn’t have a big fall, but she had a, well… a dramatic experience, you could say.” Ivy turned to Hazel, “Did you tell him what I told you?” Hazel shook her head, “Not fully, but I’ve prepared him.” “Damn, you’re gonna make me say it again?” “I thought it would be best that it not come from me second-hand. You were the one who...
Going undergroundCHAPTER 1This story is about a young Mom named Becky and her Son Tommy,Becky was now 36 and she had devoted her life to her son when her partner left her when she became pregnant,She always made sure that tommy would never loose out with not having a Dad,Tommy became a bit of a mommy’s boy as he got older Becky knew she would always have to protect him,The k**s at school always thought he was a bit of geek and would tease him about him being a mommy’s boy,As Tommy got older he...
“Feels lovely, Kate,” I said with a smile. “But you emptied me out. I shot all of my load across your body.” “I know. Those bitches back there licked it all up and I didn’t get any. I want to taste your cum before we get to Frasier.” “Please try, I win either way. But those tits got a lot out of me.” Kate has an amazing mouth. She sucked and licked my balls and ran her tongue and fingers the length of my shaft. She coaxed my cock to full erection, which was an accomplishment in...
(Mature lady takes on two)As I went to get us a nightcap I saw the barman glance across to Eileen and smile. I followed his gaze to see that Eileen had apparently carelessly allowed her skirt to ride up over her stocking tops and as she uncrossed her legs was giving him and I a good stretch of creamy thigh and a flash of her newly shaven pussy. She smiled when she saw us glancing across and slowly crossed her legs to leave her short tight black skirt still a good few inches short of her lace...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman’s biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of...
Elsie shrugged. “I guess they’ve already gotten started.” They made their way toward the boutique and as they approached, the surrounding hustle and bustle grew quickly. There were people seemingly everywhere. Most of them appeared to be fans or otherwise guests of the event, but as they neared the entrance there was a flurry of activity from workers plying their trade. Set builders cranked wrenches on scaffolding and lights flashed on and off as men and women walked around examining each...
Sam Green finished setting up his new auction account, wondering if he had the balls to go all the way. The idea had come to him when he’d received yet another new toy that he’d ordered on the internet. The flashlight was hardly a technical marvel, but the novelty of only having to shake it for light, never having to worry about batteries, was enough to make Sam click the buy button. As soon as he shook the flashlight and turned it on for the first time, the idea lit up in his head along with...
Sam Green finished setting up his new auction account, wondering if he had the balls to go all the way. The idea had come to him when he’d received yet another new toy that he’d ordered on the internet. The flashlight was hardly a technical marvel, but the novelty of only having to shake it for light, never having to worry about batteries, was enough to make Sam click the buy button. As soon as he shook the flashlight and turned it on for the first time, the idea lit up in his head along with...
Straight SexThe excitement had wound down and the town folk ate their lunches. Marcie joined her best friend Kathy at the lunch table. Marcie's children were swept into the cabal of the Waters/Minter youngsters, their earlier fright seemingly forgotten. While they ate, Bob paused and had a far-away look on his face. He shook that off and turned to Kathy. "The AI just told me that five other women will be joining us shortly. Four of them are -- were -- the supernumerary concubines of the guys who...
Going Deeper - by Helen Newton. The heading on her profile simply read: - 'Convincing submissive she- male, sissy, cross dressing secretary required' It all began when I had advertised myself as a submissive transvestite on an online bdsm contact web site some months earlier and noticed the above advert / profile. In truth joining the site was more just for fantasy for me and in truth I hadn't considered or expected anything realistic to ever come of it. Besides I doubted that I...
In the past one of the more delightful times I had as a younger, perhaps slightly more active man than now, was to end up bedding three members of the same family and then a family friend as well. Even though it sounds like incest, in fact as I wasn't related to them it wasn't. The best thing about it all was that they all knew about the others - so it was the choice of all worlds, no jealousy, no bitching, nothing. I think the worst remark I heard in all the time I was with them was, "Hey,...
CheatingThe days passed. The families settled into something of a routine. The children always had something to do outside the pods. They need only say what they wanted to do, and the AI would direct them to the right location. When they could not decide, the AI would ask questions, make suggestions, offer alternatives. They could play a number of team sports. There was not enough room to play baseball, but versions of soccer, basketball and football were available. They even played rugby -- girls,...
1Going for the Record By The TechnicianBDSM, S/M, Clothpins, Public Nudity, Public Bondage, Public Orgasm = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = A pain slut is taken to the club to "go for the record." = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental....
"Mom, Dad," Katie said as she engaged them with her eyes, "there is planning that needs to happen, and we'd like to talk to you about it." The four were in the middle of dinner, and the 'how was your day' niceties had been dispensed with. "I don't suppose this has anything to do with the coming extraction, does it?" asked George, their dad, with a knowing smile. Karen, their mother, also smiled at them. "Well, of course, it does," allowed Kevin. "And you're starting to think...
The wife and I have been married for just over four years. We were one of the original people to have moved into this apartment complex. “Have you seen the new lady in the next building?” she asked. Alexis my wife, was the neighborhood watch dog. She had recently been asked to notify the community leaders of any rule breaking that happened. Little did they know she would take that bone and run with it. “No I haven't,” I sighed. She always found something she wanted to complain about. It...
Interracial“Hey I’m getting my license tomorrow.” “Yeah?” “Yeah, Ik we haven’t really seen each other a lot but would like to go for a ride with me and hang out for awhile after I get it?” “Sure but I can’t do anything until around 7.” “Ok” The next day his mom takes Michael to get his license. When his dad gets home he asks, “dad can I take my truck out tonight to go driving?” “Sure but you need to drive safe and be home by midnight.” What are your plans?” “I’m going to meet a friend around 7 and...
Going South 3 Sue tells all It was a week later after dinner and Sue and I were in the living room watching television. She was sitting across from me and I could tell she was not interested in the show. She was slowly opening and closing her legs giving me a view of her pussy. After ten minutes of teasing me she gets up and comes over to me. She straddled my legs facing me and put her arms around my neck. Looking me in the eye she said baby I need dessert, you know something hot and delicious...
Daytona had been a blast, if your any kind of NASCAR fan you just have to do it at least once. Going to the Daytona 500 is like a pilgrimage to Mecca, except for rednecks instead of Muslims. The sights and sounds of the race are like nothing else, the only problem is the size of the track, even from the good seats that I had, high above the start/finish line, it's hard to keep track of the cars when they're in the corners. It's actually easier to watch it on TV, but still it's all about the...
When the alarm went off I sat up. The first thing I noticed was no roomie, oh well. I put the towel back around me and headed for the shower with my toothbrush. After a couple big glasses of water, I did the shit, shower, and shaved the few whiskers I had. Back in the room I dressed quickly, straightened the room, grabbed my backpack and headed for the stairs. Dan and Jake were waiting for me with another guy they introduced as Jim. He was also on both the football and wrestling teams. As...
When the alarm went off, I discovered we had not moved all night long. Both girls groaned and moved to get out of bed. Mary sat up as she was on the outside and Jill pushed me to get up so she could get up too. Jill handed me a towel as she and Betty wrapped one around their bodies. I grabbed my toothbrush and we headed to the bathrooms and showers. I was the only guy in the shower this morning with a dozen or so girls. They were all whistling and cutting up the whole time I was washing. I...
She slowly sat up. Her head felt like it was full of gauze, but not in the same way it had before; this time it was not delirious pleasure, just dreamy confusion. She groaned and began to sit up in bed, adjusting the lumpy, foreign pillow behind her. She looked around. This was not her bedroom. I’m in a hospital? she thought. Why am I in a hospital? Brie vaguely remembered the sensations she had felt, and that the world had gone dark around her. So, it must not have been a dream. Her cheeks...
Katherine Adams was a Brain. Without doubt the smartest student in the school, she was afflicted with the shyness that often goes hand in hand with great intelligence. Now a senior, she had never dated. She wore baggy clothes, her hair in an unattractive cut, and ugly glasses. She spent little time with her few friends. No nicknames for her, she was simply Katherine. She had been invisible except in the girls' locker room. Her female classmates knew she was hiding an incredible body. They...
The day was what one would expect. Classes and baseball or in Jill and Mary's case, Softball. After practice and supper we were all busy studying, typing, and turning in papers for Thursday, Friday, and Monday. We had to turn in Monday's papers as we had a home game in afternoon on Monday and Tuesday. Thursday morning was busy as we all had to eat, pack and be at the bus by eight thirty. We loaded onto the buses and took off for the far off destination. We actually studied and compared...
Hello, I am William Wilkerson." I had no idea what this was about or who she was other than she was gorgeous. "My name is Jasmine Caretaker and I am from Cassandra." "Cassandra? I don't understand. Where are we?" "At the moment, we are on Crossroads. It is a planet between Earth, Cassandra and Chaos." "What is Chaos?" "As the name implies, it is a world where the basis of might makes right prevails in most cases." "I still don't understand." "It is the place where 'The...
Who woulda thunk it? I really like dick. I mean I like to play with them, lick them, suck them, be fucked my them and just about anything else having to do with dick. Oh yeah, I love pussy too. The juicier the better. But then I'm a guy, I should love pussy. You know, I could be a true sex addict as I do love sex of almost any kind. My body demands some form of sexual release at least daily. If I don't have a playmate, I'll use my hand or any other means available to release gob after gob...
"OK, guys, I'll see you over at the pizza joint," I said as I left the electronics store for the final time. I was moving halfway across the state next week to go to college, and today was my last day. I didn't go to college out of high school, so I was going to be a twenty year old freshman. Anyway, the bosses liked me, so one of the shift managers and a couple of my co-workers decided to give me an unofficial going away party. As I said, the bosses liked me and were sorry to see me go. My...
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