Doctor Gets a House Call from His Interns
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Three young people were working as summer interns at Jamison’s Magazine in New York; it was in an old, rambling building on lower Fifth Avenue. They were all nineteen-year-old students who had finished their freshman year at City College: Darina Kuznetsov, Paul D’Amato, and Judy Weinberg.
Darina was an art intern, while the other two were on the editorial side. One of their tasks was to find other works that could be reproduced in the opening section of the magazine and obtain copyright permissions.
They shared an office and inevitably some gossiping and then flirting occurred among them. Often the three of them went to lunch together, but in the first weeks, they didn’t go further afield than that. A notable fact about them was that all three were virgins.
Darina was tall and slender with dark reddish-brown hair. Judy was shorter and plump with frizzy lighter brown hair. The two women thought that they had each had a chance to go on an exclusive date with Paul after work, but early on neither asked him and he didn't ask them. It was eventually Judy who got there first with the most.
Darina imagined that she had the best chance because of her conventional good looks. She speculated that she might have a fling with him and then, in the sophomore year back at school, she would assess a possible longer-term affair. She didn’t imagine Judy as being a rival. She was a bit vain and thought, Judy is a nice, smart person, but she doesn’t have the body or face to be a serious competitor to me.
Thus, it was a surprise when one day she went into the supply room and found the other two standing up and kissing in front of some filing cabinets. A set of shelves with boxes gave her a somewhat protected view. Paul was mostly facing away from her but at a slight angle that gave her a three-quarter view of the pair.
Judy was wearing a blue skirt and jacket suit combination. Darina noticed that Judy’s blouse had been pulled up and her bra had been undone; her large boobs were bare. Paul was caressing her left nipple. Darina saw that it looked large and prominent, indicating that it had stiffened with the girl's state of arousal.
For a second, Darina thought of coming forward and interfering with the other two. It would be quite a stunt and she wondered if it would be considered as a good joke among the three of them. Then she changed her mind and decided to see what these proceedings led to.
Paul and Judy were rubbing each other's bodies, especially on the hips and buttocks. At one point, he lifted her skirt and stroked her sheer dark stockings. They whispered little statements that sounded like endearments, but Darina couldn’t catch the content.
After a couple of minutes, Paul did say something intelligible, “Come on, honey, you said you’d suck my cock today.”
"Of course, I always live up to my promises. First, let me put more lipstick on so I can leave some on your dipstick.”
They both laughed as if that was a great witticism. Judy did take a tube out of her purse and put some on her lips so that they were bright red. She knelt in front of him and unzipped his pants. Rather than lower his trousers, she reached in and pulled out his stiff cock.
"My, it’s such a nice big one.”
Darina could see that his penis was sort of two-toned; the inner half of it was darker than the rest. Then Judy went to work on it and she seemed to know what she was doing.
Darina had never seen a blowjob except for some photos in Danish porn magazines her girlfriends had gotten somewhere. She couldn't help but be fascinated by this act being staged in her view. She also felt some resentment; she’s using the oldest trick there is, easy sex, to snare him. She didn’t consider that she might do something similar with a guy if it was to her advantage.
She figured that Judy had done this before with somebody, perhaps even Paul. She couldn’t help but seeing this as some kind of betrayal. Yes, we’re all friends, but I was supposed to be the one who snared him. Nevertheless, she was curious to find out how this was going to play out.
Judy put her lips around the glans and gently sucked on it. Then she held his shaft with her right hand and began licking and kissing it from top to bottom and back again. At one point, she did put her lips around it and left lipstick marks on the full length of him. Further licking by her then removed some of the marks.
Paul noticed it, “That’s it, baby, put that redness on my big dick.”
As for the organ being big, Darina could only compare it to the erect penises she had seen in those Danish porno magazines. This one looked to be of a generous size but not quite like some of the more humongous ones in the Danish photos. What is that, about seven inches in length?
She speculated that he hadn’t lowered his pants and had only his cock exposed so that he could quickly hide it if someone walked in unexpectedly. That didn’t solve the problem of what Judy would do with her blouse gaping open
Darina had a jumble of thoughts as she secretly witnessed the act: This is amazing, I’m watching an actual blowjob, and, That little tramp, she’s seducing him in the crudest way possible. Wow, that strumpet indeed seems to be well trained in oral sex. It didn’t occur to Darina that she herself had no experience at all with it.
Within a short time, Judy held the base of his cock while starting a rhythmic sucking motion. Darina noted that she was careful not to take more than about half of it into her mouth during the intake stroke. That’s so she doesn't gag on it; very clever.
Paul ran his hands through her hair while moaning and saying things like, “Judy, sweetie, I love the way you suck on my schlong.” Darina wondered if men always said such hackneyed things during sex. She had never seen a porno film, so she had nothing to go by for comparisons.
The main part of the act only took a few minutes. Paul began to thrust his pelvis forward to meet Judy's mouth; Darina could see his buttocks clench inside the seat of his tight trousers.
Soon, Judy put her left hand up to stroke his backside and thighs. Darina remembered discussing this technique with some other girls. They had read or heard somewhere that rubbing a man’s posterior that way would make him reach a climax faster.
As he approached orgasm, his movements became quicker, almost frantic. His moans emerged at the deepest point of each thrust of his hips. For the last few pushes, he supplied all of the movement while Judy kept her head still and her mouth received each stroke. Darina somehow could imagine what was going on deeper in his body as it prepared to shoot a load of semen. It was exciting to imagine that unseen activity occurring.
He strained to say, “Judy, I’m coming in your mouth! ” His feet went up on his toes and his body quivered. Then his pelvis gyrated as his voice become a continuous groan. His hands gripped the top of Judy's head.
Then he relaxed and pulled back a bit. It seemed that Judy intended to swallow everything, but she couldn’t quite manage it. Darina saw a clot of sticky white cum fall out of her mouth. I understand why she couldn’t swallow it all; that does look like quite a load. Most of the semen fell to the floor, but a few drops landed on the front of her skirt.
That didn’t seem to faze her; she went back to sucking her lover’s still erect but now very wet cock. He slowly caressed the top of her head while saying compliments like, “You’re so sweet, Judy; you are a sexy little minx.” Surely, they have had sexual contact before this act.
Darina tried to take stock of her emotions. She felt anger; Judy had poached him by using the tricks of a brazen slut. But she was also aware of her own sexual arousal. She could feel the wetness of her cunt going into her black panties. My God, my cunt is completely lubricated now. She knew a man could enter her instantly.
Judy stood up and Paul said, “I’m sorry, I some got on your skirt.”
“That’s okay; give me a handkerchief and I’ll clean up as best I can.” She wiped her mouth as well as her clothes with it. The lovers embraced and began to kiss. Paul pulled back and said, “I can taste my cum on your lips.”
She giggled, “I hope you like the taste; I know I do. I couldn’t swallow it all but I do love the big, hot loads you shoot.”
So it definitely wasn’t their first time. Paul caressed his girlfriend's ample backside. He lifted her skirt again and Darina could see that she wasn’t wearing pantyhose. She had thigh-high stockings and lacy little black panties.
Darina was aware of the sexual power Judy was exerting over this guy; she resented it, but she was also impressed by it. It’s an unsubtle shortcut; any girl can use her hands or mouth or even her ass to get a guy off and thus hold his attention. Darina would do it too but she hadn’t yet had an opportunity.
Suddenly, she decided what to do; her horniness had become overwhelming and she knew she had to masturbate as soon as possible. There was a thumping in her cunt that needed attention immediately. She quietly left the room and went back to her desk. In a lower drawer, she had her new vibrator, a bright pink device.
It had a pressure-sensitive bulb on one end so she could control the strength of the vibrations emanating from it. There were two rounded prongs attached to it: a larger one that would fit in a vagina, and a smaller one with a double head (rabbit ears) that would stimulate a clitoris. One of the best features of it was that it was very quiet to operate, almost silent in fact.
She made her way to a ladies’ room in an obscure part of the building that was rarely used. Darina knew this place well and had often gotten off in there. She went into one of the stalls, raised her plaid skirt, and took off her black panties.
Unlike many modern girls, she didn’t shave her pubic bush. In fact, she was proud of her thick, reddish-brown hair down there. When she was ready, the first thing she did was rub the main part of the device against her vulva. Her fantasy was recreating the blowjob scene she had just witnessed, except she imagined herself kneeling there.
Funny, I never thought of myself in such a fantasy. Yet the effect of her thoughts and the vibrator were immediately delightful. She tried not to moan too loudly. The odds were, if she didn’t prolong this too much, she could get off before anybody else came into the room. After the initial rubbing - foreplay it could be called - she put the main bulb in her mouth to wet it. Then she inserted it into her vagina while using the rabbit ears against the front of her vulva.
This thing is worth every penny I paid for it. She put her feet up on the seat and spread her legs as wide as they would go.
The vibrator was amazingly fast and efficient. Darina wondered if a man’s penis would be as effective for inducing an orgasm. She had heard that some guys were rather inexperienced and clumsy in their sexual efforts.
She didn’t keep track of time, but within a few minutes, she climaxed. She remembered Paul’s orgasm and that, surprisingly, set her off. I’m such a hot babe; men should be grateful to be in my mouth. She put her head back and moaned, but she stifled her impulse to yell out about her enjoyment of the act. Darina looked down as waves of pleasure went through her body, and she saw herself squirt at the moment she came. A little dab of pussy juice came out of her and landed on the floor.
Then, in the afterglow, she used her hand to further stimulate herself. As her breathing slowed down, she was aware of other emotions. After masturbation, she sometimes felt a bit lonely and let down, and that was true now. She looked around the utilitarian, brightly-lit room and she had the urge to leave as soon as possible. Being a conscientious person, she first took out some tissues and cleaned up the fluid on the floor.
She wished she could take off the rest of the afternoon and not have to see Paul and Judy in their office. But she was too busy to just knock off, so in a few minutes, she was back at her desk.
It was indeed awkward to be around the other two. She thought they were more voluble than usual, but perhaps she just imagined that. She couldn't help but think about Paul’s cock and Judy’s breasts which she had seen earlier. She also looked for the semen stain on Judy's skirt and she thought she saw a faint outline of the remains.
They are totally shameless, those two. She didn’t want to admit to herself that she was interested in doing the same thing. It was an uncomfortable afternoon for her but she got through it.
In the next couple of days, she considered how she could snag Paul for herself. And yet she had some hesitation about it. That Paul, he seems to be a male slut; his affair with Judy seems to be rather casual. She wanted to have some sexual activity with him without actually going all the way and giving up her virginity to him. I’m reserving that for somebody who really loves me. In the fall semester, she could reassess how the new relationship was going.
She worked out a scenario for their date. She would sit on a couch and pleasure herself with her new vibrator toy. Then, he would stand over her and she would blow him as Judy had done. It was a bit unconventional, but it seemed to suit her desires. Would he go for it? He’s a man, isn't he? Of course he’d agree to it.
Now all she needed was a suitable venue. Doing it at work was possible but that didn’t seem ideal. Then a piece of good luck came her way. Her parents were going to be away for a Saturday night. All she had to do was ask him to visit.
Two days before the weekend she brought up the topic with him. They were in the lobby away from Judy's presence. She mentioned her parents as casually as she could, and then she invited him up there. “We could hang out, have some take-out Chinese, you know, have a little fun.”
He was very willing to go. A male slut, as I already figured, thought Darina. He’s willing to forget about Judy for this; he thinks he’s trading up perhaps.
She wondered if he would go for her vibrator-blowjob combination. She decided that he most likely would. If he didn’t like it, the door out would be right there.
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That Saturday Paul arrived at Darina’s apartment in the Inwood section of Manhattan. First, they met at a Chinese restaurant to pick up the food.
After they ate in the dining room, they sat on the sofa in the living room. Darina was the one to initiate some romantic action. She cuddled up next to him and they started a make-out session. Paul was not that surprised about it; he expected it in fact because she had invited him to be alone with her. He restrained himself somewhat in that he did not attempt to touch her on intimate parts of her body.
He did fantasize about what kind of panties she was wearing under her skirt. Maybe she's not wearing them at all. He decided, based on what he knew about Darina, that she wouldn’t do that.
After a few minutes, she said, “I’ve got something to show you. It’s right here.” She reached into a drawer of a side table and took out her pink vibrator.
“Do you know what this is?”
“I’m not really sure.”
Paul was pretty sure he did know, but he decided to be cautious and not insult her in the unlikely case he was wrong.
She giggled, “Silly, it’s a vibrator. You know what those are, right?”
“Of course.” He had never seen one except those that were sometimes displayed in store windows. Those didn’t look anything like this one.
She leaned into him and said softly, “I’m going to show you how it works, right here, with myself as the subject.” He was so amazed and delighted that be couldn't think of an answer. She continued, “After I get myself off with this, I’ll do something to get you off too.”
“Really? Like what?”
“It will be a surprise. You’ll find out.”
Darina went through her usual vibrator routine as he watched. First, she lifted her skirt and took off her panties. As she spread herself, Paul realized that he had never seen a woman's genitals except in magazines. He remembered masturbating frequently while looking at the usual Playboy and Penthouse magazines. He was impressed by her thick brown bush. Yet he stayed in place and made no attempt to touch her down there.
Darina said, “There is a sort of, ah, set of procedures I usually follow that I know will work.” She lifted her blouse and undid her bra. “I often play with my nipples because that feels good too.” Out of caution she rarely did that at the office. Then she remembered Paul playing with Judy's exposed breasts in the supply room.
Paul of course already had a big erection from looking at her body. She said, “Heres how it's done.” She rubbed the vibrator along the outside of her vulva. Then, she used the two prongs as needed, the big one for her vagina and the smaller on her clitoris.
Unlike the office restroom, she made no attempt to lower her voice. She moaned and grunted with pleasure as much as she wanted. This thing is great; I’m going to climax in less than ten minutes. When her orgasm arrived, she didn't say anything particularly original; she merely chanted, “Oh my God, oh my God, I'm coming.”
Just after it happened, she looked down to see if she had squirted on her parents' couch. She hadn’t, which was a relief. Then she enjoyed the afterglow by stroking herself with her hand. She remembered Judy's exposed breasts and she played a bit with her own nipples.
Paul hoped hed be invited to join in the breast and genital rubbing, but he kept his patience. She said she’d do something for me; I just have to wait for it.
After Darina had caught her breath, she was very blunt, “Have you ever had a blowjob?”
“Oh yeah, of course I have.” He didn't mention Judy, which didn’t surprise her.
Actually, Paul was hoping he’d be allowed to penetrate her well-lubricated pussy. He didn’t know if Darina was a virgin or not, but he knew about his own lack of experience. Getting his cherry busted with this pretty girl tonight would be ideal. He had masturbated thinking about her at times; sometimes he imagined fucking her on the floor of the supply room.
Then he thought, Well, maybe we'll do it later on or maybe on some other night. In any case, he figured that an actual fuck with her was practically guaranteed, eventually.
Darina was very direct. She said, “Stand up, right in front of me.” When he was in position she undid his pants. Unlike the session with Judy, she lowered his trousers and underwear; his erect cock jutted out.
“Give me a second.” She used Judy’s ploy of freshening her lipstick. In a moment her mouth was bright red.
Okay, now what do I do? Fortunately, she had seen Judy's technique from start to finish, so she copied that. She was sitting while he was standing. She held his hips and pulled him forward. I wonder what it tastes like? Well, there’s only one way to find out. Like Judy had done, she started by kissing and sucking on the tip of his cock. A small bit of fluid came out which she licked up. Pre-cum; this guy is ready to go, so it shouldn't take too long.
She moved on to licking and kissing the shaft. She put her lips around it to get some lipstick on it. Now it was Paul's turn to moan and groan. He held her hair and repeatedly said her name.
Then it was time to hold the base and suck on the outer half of the shaft. The taste seemed okay; Paul had taken a shower that afternoon. But what impressed Darina was the sexual power she was exerting over him. He was completely in the moment as her mouth worked on his penis. He reached down to touch her bared breasts and he managed to massage her nipples.
Darina could feel the pressure building up inside his cock. This isn’t going to take long. She reached out to cup his balls, and then she started to massage his buttocks.
He became more rhythmic in his forward thrusts, and louder in the noises he was making. She didn't mind the brevity of the act; the length of time for the sucking was more than adequate. She briefly wondered what it would be like if he went down on her; she had never experienced that with a man. Should I have him do that to me when the present act is over?
She could feel his cock stiffen even more as he rocked back and forth. Then she wondered what she would do when he came. Taking his entire load and trying to swallow it seemed daunting. She considered pulling him out at the last moment and aim him so that he shot went, well, where? If it was aimed over her shoulder then surely a lot would land on the couch, which would probably be difficult to clean properly.
She wished she had asked for a handkerchief at the beginning, and then he could ejaculate into that. She came up with a compromise. At the last moment, she would pull him out and stroke him with her hand. She would try to aim it so that most was launched into her open mouth. That seemed better than gaging on the entire load as it poured into her throat.
It worked pretty well that way. As he cried out in pleasure, their aim was pretty good. Some of it got onto parts of her face, but that wasn’t too bad. She contemplated the taste of the stuff actually in her mouth. It seemed a bit salty but bland; she thought of New England-style clam chowder. She never considered using her mouth, as Judy had done, to remove the remaining cum from his cock and also to show additional affection.
He collapsed so that he was leaning over the back of the sofa. Darina kept her wits and made a simple request, “I could use a handkerchief now if you've got one.
She used it to clean her face. She was a bit perturbed that some had gotten on her but, thankfully, none on the sofa. This couch is rather expensive.
They both seemed at a loss as to what to do next. Paul stood there, stunned perhaps, until he pulled his pants up and sat down. He could see that Darina wasn’t even looking at him. She felt disappointed; this all had all been so abrupt with little romantic build-up. It was just a series of physical acts.
He tried; he put an arm around her shoulders. He hoped that she might kiss him, but she made no attempt to do that or even to nuzzle him. She looked straight ahead at the opposite wall.
Darina, for her part, having completed the session, was now thinking of a way to get him out. He obviously is fond of Judy; maybe he is even in love with her. She couldn’t figure out what was so appealing about Judy’s swelling behind and frizzy hair. The fact that she was also smart and funny didn't figure in the other woman's calculations. She thought that she herself possessed those qualities.
She needed time to think; she said, “I’m going to the kitchen for some seltzer.” She didn’t offer any to him.
Once in there, she assessed her situation. He obviously likes having two chicks at once; maybe there are even more I don’t know about. She had to work in the office, but the idea of him being around during her sophomore year at City College seemed intolerable.
She came back with the best excuse she could think of. She indicated her belly and said, “I’m not feeling very well. I don't think that Chinese food agrees with me.”
“I’m really sorry to hear that.” What am I supposed to do about it? He had been fantasizing about copulating with her on the couch after that well-executed blowjob. She's not wearing panties now and her bra is open; she’s already primed to go.
Instead, he heard, “Maybe it would be best if you go. I need to lie down for a while.” I feel like I just got here; lie down with me. But he knew he was being dismissed. In a few minutes, he was catching the A train at 207th Street.
As per Duke Ellington, the A train was the fastest way to Sugar Hill in Harlem. But Paul was going to change there for the D up to The Bronx.
***
Darina and Paul didn’t talk about their misguided lovemaking at all in the office during the next week. In fact, they never did. Paul had the impression that she was treating him quite coolly, often appearing to ignore him if she could.
He didn’t mind much because his adventures with Judy continued. One of the things she would do for him in the supply room was use frottage to get him off. He would open up the front of his pants; she would raise her skirt and take off her panties. Then she would rotate her big backside against his bare crotch until he came on her.
Usually, this was followed by a bout of cunnilingus as he licked her well-moistened cunt. She always came from that.
They went up to City College in the late afternoons after work. The summer session was operating, but it was pretty quiet up there. They would go into the newspaper office or, if that wasn’t available, a restroom.
They found out that they enjoyed spanking each other. They would mock chastise each other. She would say, “You masturbate too much, I bet. Do you ever think about me during that?” His retorts were a little rougher but she accepted them as part of the joke. He'd say, “You’re a little slut; you give oral sex to any guy who asks for it.”
She would spank his bare ass while he was over her knees. Sometimes she would finish by beating him with a wooden ruler. Then she would take pity on him and wank him to orgasm with both of her hands.
Judy was eager for spanking herself. He would whack her generous buttocks until they turned red; he even bruised a few spots to a darker color. He noticed that her cunt would glisten as it became lubricated. Her vulva would loosen up and turn redder.
He had heard that some girls could come just from the spanking, but he was never able to reach that point with her. When was she ready, she’d beg to be finger-fucked. Paul would toy with her a bit and then bring her to orgasm within a few minutes with his right hand. She made a lot of noise if she could get away it.
One day that fall they were having lunch at a diner on the West Side. Darina walked in. Occasionally, up on the campus, they would spot her but she was usually not that close.
This time she was standing right here. She stuck her nose up and looked beyond them. Paul didn’t say anything, and Judy took the cue to also be quiet. She guessed that something had come between them; she had noticed how Darina seemed rather unfriendly in their last month at Jamison’s Magazine.
Darina suddenly turned and left the restaurant. Paul shrugged and tried to look nonchalant. Judy was going to ask him about it, but she decided that he would discuss it if and when he was ever ready. Judy was not a naturally suspicious person, and it never occurred to her that it might have something to do with sex.
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She’d arrived with a small suitcase, much like before. And, just like before I offered her the spare bedroom. I probably should have talked it over with Jennette first, but thankfully, she seemed okay with it.‘I think telling you no would be worse for us than telling you yes,’ was what she told me and so it was settled although, despite that, I was understandably nervous with both of them in the house especially since Summer, had she changed at all during the last three years, seemed to fall...
IncestSteve is an average 19 year old on the outside. He has a full time job, a live in girlfriend (Amanda), divorced parents, and 2 cats. On the inside he's about to erupt. Summer is the eruption. Summer is Steve's "alter ego" who comes around every now and then. Steve used to let Summer drive around on the many less traveled roads in the area. Summer has never been with a guy, and she only got enough courage to massage the outside of her asshole with her wet finger. Right now Summer's about to...
CrossdressingThis is more of a stroke story than anything terribly serious. In spite of the first person narrative, it is a work of fiction, it is not biographical. There are always snippets of truth and fact in any work of fiction. I’ve tried to give my characters thoughts and words which fit the time, the place and their situations. In my last summer of graduate school, I scored a real coup. I was picked with another guy for a heaven-sent student assistance job. The two of us were responsible for...
Over the course of the summer, Taylor's life had changed in numerous ways, but the most noticeable change was in his morning routine. After agreeing to join the cheerleading program, Taylor was then quickly roped into Emily's morning jogs, so that meant being up early and in a tight running outfit. Once the run was over, Taylor would return to Aunt Agnes' to take a shower, which was a whole production, since he had an entirely new hair and skin-care regimen courtesy of Emily's cajoling....
Summer's beginning to show a little, but at least she's not having too bad of a case of morning sickness! She sure looks cute in maternity clothes! #RING# I reached over to pick up my phone; it was Dad! "Hey Greg!" "Hey Dad!" "We'll be in Greeley next week for a Corporate Meeting at their Regional State Farm Offices – We'll stay with you and Summer while we're there - How's that?" He said. "Sure Dad, It's been so long since either of us have seen you and Mom, I hope we...
"So, Jake, where do you normally take your naked, horny girls to show them off?" Summer was grinning as her fingertips flirted with both the shoulder strap of her top and the incredibly short hem of her skirt. She was turned to face me, her bare legs draped over the center console of the car. Though the wind was flapping her skirt again, all I could see were acres of smooth, tanned thigh; she had her hand on the hip that was facing up, preventing me from being able to see beneath her...
Author's Note: This story does not contain any sex; sorry. Summer Job It wasn't until Alex Harvey put his bike away and locked the shed that he realised how tired he felt. The two hour session at his karate club had been especially intense and then typically he had ridden the 5 miles home as fast as he could. He dragged his suddenly heavy feet up the path to the front door and went inside. "Is that you Alex?" called a voice from the kitchen. "It is," replied Alex as he...
My sisters and I went to the Newport Beach Brewing Company, a rather upscale place that has a selection of beers, if you're so inclined and of age, as well as a decent selection of food to choose from. Both Summer and June ordered a Newport Beach Blonde, one of the beers on tap at this place, while I got a coke. They all knew me there, so I couldn't get a beer, even if I tried. I got us all a Three Cheese Pizza to share as well. As tantalizing as it was to let them both get drunk, I made...
The next morning, Taylor finished up his breakfast and was heading back to get changed when he noticed that something was missing from his room. "Aunt Agnes!" Taylor shouted. "Have you seen my bathing suit?" "I don't think so," Aunt Agnes shouted back as she climbed the stairs. "Where did you leave it?" "It was on the chair in my room," Taylor said as Aunt Agnes walked in. "Was it underneath that pile of dirty clothes you had sitting on it?" Aunt Agnes asked. "Maybe,...
That night, Taylor's manicured fingernail was positioned over Owen's contact as Taylor stared at his phone. He'd managed to secure a night away from Emily, thankfully Emily's mom had some event that required the entire family to attend. Taylor felt happy and secure having eschewed the feminine attire to wear the clothes he'd brought with him from home, a men's t-shirt and shorts, in addition to removing his prosthetics, being the first time in a few weeks that Emily wasn't around, he was...
Sara and Ken were friends. Every summer they were together and explored the mysteries of growing up. They made plans for a fun summer. Little did Ken know what was to happen. Ken came from the city and Sara from the country. Sara was one of five of Ken’s summer friends, all girls. She grew up on a farm in central New Hampshire. She turned 17 over the winter and could not wait for summer. Ken grew up in the second largest city in Massachusetts. This was his last trip to the farm for the summer. ...
I’ve had a few relationships. More than a few, really. A couple ended kind of ugly, but most of them ended when we both simply lost interest in staying together. Thing was, Summer wasn’t my girlfriend. That said, I felt an emotional hit when she left, and, afterwards, life seemed a little empty, at least for a while. It’s not that we drifted apart or had any kind of disagreement. It was simply that she felt a need to continue on her journey...The day had started out as most had since she’d...
IncestSummer By: Mahohokus Summer vacation had just started, I was now a senior in high school and was enjoying the first few days of days of summer. I was sitting with Jack in his car at a drive-in hamburger stand eating lunch Jack had just graduated from high school and would be going into the Marines the next day. The Marines was sending him back east to Parris Island for basic training. Jack would finish basic training and...
Summer Camp: Once a Scout, Always a Scout Prologue The line separating fact from fantasy often blurs as one ages, this is not true for me. The line is very clear. With one exception, all of the characters and most of the incidents are as described. The reader will have to determine which is the exception. There is one indisputable fact that runs throughout, however: almost all older women (any woman over thirty in my view) are horny by nature. Place them with a bunch of horny young men and...
The day was unusually hot, so Summer decided to shut the house up and turn on the air-conditioner to try to cool down. Finally, she thought, I have the place to myself. Kids and hubby were off at football as per the norm for a Saturday. Wearily she sat down in her comfy chair in the lounge room and started to think about all the excitement of the last few weeks. It had started with her decision to quit her job after 15 years with the same company. Summer had realised that career-wise, she was...
Walter has just finished college and is spending one last summer taking care of his weird uncle’s cabin located on Pond Cove, a secluded area surrounded by a government nature preserve. All of the other owners, except one, have been bought out by the government which wants to turn Pond Cove into a frog sanctuary. Walter meets his neighbors for the summer– six sorority sisters who are spending one last summer together.Things get a little warm... and a little weird... as Walter learns about his...
SpankingAuthor's Note: I'm glad everyone seems to be enjoying the new story, this is one that's been in my head for years and I'm happy to finally have it down on the page. Additionally, if you've been chomping at the bit for more stories, I've taken part in a few CYOA interactive stories over at writing.com and CHYOA.com that you can find fairly easily. "What am I going to do?" Taylor asked, after explaining his current situation to Aunt Agnes. She sat with a pensive look on her...
Not only cousins, but also lifelong best friends, the two boys look so much alike that they’re often mistaken for brothers, even twins. Both are short, with Aaron standing 5’5, weighing in at 125 pounds while J.J. is 5’6, and 135 pounds. Both have lean and wiry builds. With their dark hair and blue eyes, they are never seen without their backwards baseball caps, and when they smile, their boyish charms are only enhanced, with both of them flashing winning tinsel grins with their braces....
Finally! Summer! For me, that has two meanings. School is over, I’m back from college. Finally, I get to lounge by the pool and relax for three months. Also, my baby sister is named Summer. At 19, Summer had perfect long, blonde hair hanging down just past her shoulders. Her body had developed during my first year of college, so my summer break that year was quite a shock. When I left, she was a 5’6” gangly 16 year old girl with a pretty face. When I came back, she was still the same height,...
Not only cousins, but also lifelong best friends, the two boys look so much alike that they’re often mistaken for brothers, even twins. Both are short, with Aaron standing 5’5, weighing in at 125 pounds while J.J. is 5’6, and 135 pounds. Both have lean and wiry builds. With their dark hair and blue eyes, they are never seen without their backwards baseball caps, and when they smile, their boyish charms are only enhanced, with both of them flashing winning tinsel grins with their braces....
Summer Secrets By Varian Milagro http://varianm.blogspot.com/ Chapter 1 It should have been a great day. It was a beautiful June morning and the school year was ending in just a couple minutes. All of my classmates were excited; half of them were counting the exact number of seconds left until summer break officially began. I looked around the room knowing that it was probably the last time I'd be in this school. I was a middle school graduate now and would be a tenth grader in...
SUMMER ESCAPADES – The Beginning of a Great Summer Chapter 1 By Bob Andersen I loved going to camp. It was the only thing that I looked forward to during the summers, even more than baseball. I had gone to the same over-night camp since I was 8 years old, and now that I was 15, I looked forward to the Counselor-in-Training program. It meant that I would be away from parents and my little brother for a whole 8-weeks. That in itself should have been enough, but I also knew that a lot of the kids...
GayThings get a little warm... and a little weird... as Walter learns about his submissive side from the hands of some expert teachers. This story stands on its own, but the storyline will continue in the future. Because this is the first chapter, there is a lot of setup and staging before things get interesting. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual...
Summer Experiment Chapter One Frankie felt the agitation building in his body simply talking on the phone to his wife. He missed her terribly. She was hours away and he was feeling so down about being alone. And she was bringing up the same old thing all over again, sex. He didn't like the topic of sex. It made him feel nervous inside just talking about it. It was awkward discussing their sex life or lack of it and it was even worse to do it while his wife was on a speakerphone...
Me and my wife don't really like to label our relationship. To many boxes with some many constraints attached to them. If somebody asks we just reply that we are swinging, as it seems to sum up our views on sex and love. As far as I'm concerned, I've never been into monogamy. The whole concept of just fucking one person for the rest of the relationship seems boring to me. I don't own anybody, and nobody can ever claim to own me, or my body. It's my life after all.My first experience on this...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = The saga comes to a close as Walter and Holly return to school... now as teachers. How they get their new teaching positions, who their principals will be, and where they will teach is all discovered in this final chapter of Summer at Pond Cove. This story stands on its own, but makes a little more sense if you have read the previous chapters. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of...
Introduction: This is the dark tale of Jana who accompanies her boyfriend to a summer solstice celebration held deep in the woods. The story is very OTT and is meant to be. It is not for the faint of heart and it does not have a happy ending. It is a dirty, dirty story with tons of fucking, cannibalism, death, horror, and destruction. If you do not like this sort of thing then please do not read it, choose something happier. If you read it despite this warning, please keep your comments to...
Son-in-law's Summer of Love and SexbySusanJillParker©This is a Summer Lovin' contest story. Please vote.Wife abandons husband and baby for a wild life on the French Riviera. *Glad for the experience, it had been a long, hot, emotionally charged and sexually frustrating summer spent with my mother-in-law. Surviving the heat, a record number of 90 plus degree consecutive days, no longer feeling sorry for myself, I was looking forward to the cooler temperatures of fall to clear my head for a fresh...
I didn’t quite know what to expect the next morning. After all, we’d crossed a line, one that couldn’t be recrossed again, and I found myself consumed with a million little worries when I woke. Nothing to do about it, at least not until Summer arose too. I decided that we’d sit down and have a long talk and work this out…As usual, though, Summer was… Summer, meaning things just sort of worked themselves out. Or maybe they didn’t. At least not how I expected.I heard her stirring. Or rather, I...
IncestWe drove to the spring again, accompanied by Debussy’s Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun. She was giggly. She’d been so all morning. She’d also brought one of her shopping bags with her. I didn’t ask. I’m sure I’d find out later.“Stay here for… Oh, I don’t know. A while.”“Why?” I asked.“Because I asked you too.”So I did. Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes going by. And then I picked up my easel and my paint box and joined her at the spring.“Don’t laugh,” she told me shyly, as if I would. She was...
IncestIt’s hard to believe that my summer at Pond Cove has come to an end. Things didn’t finish the way I had expected. Actually, things didn’t begin the way I expected either and the summer was nothing like I thought it would be. I thought I would have a lot of time to myself over the summer to get ready for my first year of teaching. Instead, most of my summer was taken up finding out I was a painslut, falling in love with another painslut– holly, submitting myself to Mistress Gloria... and then...
BDSMI was catching up with my old high school buddy Jeff. We hadn't seen each other since two summers ago, when we had gone to a movie together - and ended up sucking each other off in the back of the theater.Now seeing each other for the first time in a long time, we'd just started to watch a movie on the couch at his house, but we didn't get far into it. Almost immediately, we took turns blowing each other. Then, as he came back from the kitchen with beers, his dick swaying temptingly as he...
Bisexualwritten by Nellieneska, edited by atrain_alex89 Every year the Clark family goes on its annual summer vacation trip. They own a house out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by endless amounts of trees and a lake that spans on for miles. While on these vacations, it is rare to come across another soul, which is what they liked about it. They got to escape from the world and just have a little fun and relaxation before heading back into their daily lives. As time went on, these trips seemed to...
IncestSummer Fling By Mr. Double-U All Arnie wanted was a summer love. That wasn't too much to ask, was it? He sat on his blanket, listening to the waves against the shore. 'It's Labor Day weekend. Another summer shot in the ass' he thought. He watched as the couples walked arm in arm across the beach and sighed. 'He isn't so great looking', Arnie thought. 'How come she's with him and not me?' Arnie sat up and continued with his book. Arnie wasn't a star athlete or a rocket...
Copyright 2008 tgwriter7 My father was a bridge builder, an engineer. I grew up in five towns and three countries, I grew up wherever my father's work took us. He had passion for it, said there was something about an idea that came from his mind being built on a massive scale, his thoughts becoming part of the landscape. But then our family would move on leaving nothing but monuments. As families go we got along, we didn't have time to make close friends so we ended up making...
Hello, dear readers. My name is Marcia. Marcia Darling. I can't help it, that is our family name and we are stuck with it. Just to give you a little information about myself: I am 42 years old and still, if I say so myself, rather good looking. About 5'8" with a well proportioned body, 36D and 28 inches at the waist, 34 at the hips. My longish hair is almost platinum blonde (only my hairdresser knows for sure). I know my way around a lipstick and an eyelash curler, with no problem....
Clara My mind wandered as I looked into the eyes of the attractive, exotic young man above me. It was a strange time to be thinking about other things. His tanned skin and exotic eyes alone should have been enough to keep my interest, but it somehow wasn't the case. As his sweat dripped down onto me and my body finally began to respond, I was imagining another face. I stifled a laugh and Stephen thought that it had something to do with what we were doing. Alone in my own little world, I...
The next morning, I woke up bright and early and stared at the ceiling. Outside the cabin, dawn was just breaking, and the world was awash with the usual muted forest noises. I listened to the sound of the birds for a few moments, and had just decided to get up, when I heard a soft whimper. I blinked (as if blinking would make me hear better), and strained to pick up the sound over the birdcalls. Quietly, very quietly, I rolled to the edge of the bunk bed and peered over. It was just barely...
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Straight SexMy plane just landed in Rio the Janero, Brazil which marked the start of my summer vacation with my dad. My dad and mom met when my dad came to Boston, from Brazil, on an exchange program for his final year of high school, they were both in the same class and the co-ed soccer team. I was the result of that brief reunion and since then I've been shuttled back and forth. I spent every summer, a week either at Christmas or the following week, it alternated, and usually two weeks during the...
His page: http://www.sexstories.com/profile733722/P.O.I. Part 1 After all the shit that happened with Derek and Heather at the beginning of the year I can safely say that the rest of the school year went really well. My sister Elizabeth found herself a boyfriend, some straight laced guy in the choir at the local church named Greg of all things. The girls and I got things worked out with a little negotiating on my part, Katy and Kori got along just fine but Mathilda felt left out a lot of...
They'd been driving on the long winding road for what seemed like forever. This place was sure in the middle of nowhere, and Jana hoped it lived up to it's billing. She was only here because she knew it was very important to her new boyfriend, Derek, who couldn't stop talking about what a great long weekend it was and how he couldn't wait to bond with her in the woods. They were driving to an annual event celebrating the summer solstice, one with a back to nature feel to it. Jana...
This summer would change her life forever.I remember the summer after my first year of college as if it was yesterday. Even though my freshman year at the university had opened my eyes to new and wondrous things, the summer that followed changed my life forever, in more ways than one.I had grown up in a small town in Northeast Iowa, following in the footsteps of many young women before me. I was on the girls basketball team, learned home economics from a spinster who thought cooking nutritious...