Sanford E Xavier Institute Sexy Spring I
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I need to paint the front door, I thought as I knocked on it and waited for Tricia. After showering and getting dressed she made me go downstairs and wait for her to come to the door of my apartment. I stood outside like a silly suitor, then she was at the door to let me in, again wearing just my white oxford shirt.
“Nice shirt,” I complimented her.
“A friend let me borrow it, come on in; I just have to put on clothes and I’ll be ready.”
“You look fine from where I am,” I remarked while climbing the stairs behind that fine bare bottom bouncing ahead of me.
Soon I was comfortably seated on my leather couch in the front room where I waited patiently for Tricia to dress.
“I figured we might get a late breakfast, or brunch if you want, then maybe a stroll on the River Walk,” I called out to her.
“What’s it like outside? I haven’t checked the weather.”
Though I could’ve checked the weather on my computer where it sat on my desk, I strolled over to the front window and looked out. Of course, I had to pass by her open bedroom door and so I peeked in. She was just pulling a pretty yellow sun-dress over her lithe naked body adorned with only a yellow polka dot thong panty.
“It’s sunny, probably about seventy, seventy-five degrees and there’s a bit of wind.” I moved back to sit on the couch with my back to her door. After a minute or two, a soft hand tickled at my neck, and I turned to look at her.
“Did you find a good place for brunch, or are we now on Dunch since it’s after noon?”
“Breakfast and Burgers has sausage gravy all day. Or the Shack is probably a little more trendy, but they’re only open another hour.”
“Okay, then the first place. Is it on the way to S.E.X.I.?” she asked.
“Thought we weren’t going to the campus today; do I need to bring my Trapper Keeper?”
“No, I left my, uh, they found my gym duffle and I need to get it from the Phys Ed office,” her lips smiled. Her eyes told another story.
“Get it tomorrow; didn’t you say you could get into the library any time to work on my term paper? Go over to PE and pick it up then.”
“Tomorrow’s too late!” she suddenly blurted out, then, “I mean, can’t we just stop by and I’ll run in and...”
“Okay, sugar, if you think it’s important,” I assured her.
“I need to see if my other set of keys is in there; if they’re not, then I lost them.” Again her lips said one thing but those eyes!
“No problem.”
“Thanks, Danny.”
“Call me DJ.”
Breakfast has always been my favorite meal to eat out. Though I hadn’t been to Breakfast and Burgers before, the word was the portions were huge and it was the place to eat. Then sit and talk if we wanted.
My stories about silly southern housewives nakedly sunning themselves while I worked on their kitchen or bathroom had gotten us through the meal and two cups of coffee.
“So,” this fine brunette seated across from me said, “did any of these nearly naked ladies ever take advantage of the working stiff?” Her firm foot pressed into my fly, her naked toes stroking at my cock.
“Well, actually there’s more to that last story,” I winked at her. "Maybe I shouldn't talk about other women when I'm sitting with a beautiful one right now."
She looked at me over her cup of coffee. “I should go to the ladies'. Be right back, baby,” she said and winked back. Abruptly her foot left my lap alone and I suddenly missed her touch.
Then she was up and sashaying away. I waited a bit, the waitress came by and I asked for the check.
The cafe was a converted fast food joint so there were huge windows. I watched big puffy clouds roll rapidly by, big patches of blue and sunshine in between. Then Tricia was back at the tableside, handing something over to me.
“Would you mind taking care of this for me?” she asked and pushed a small wad into my hand. The yellow polka dots gave it away; she had handed me her thong panty. I looked up from my hand to see her smiling.
“I’m getting the check; did you want another coffee?” I asked.
“No, I'm pretty full on everything.” Tricia settled into the banquette opposite me. “Is there enough breakfast left for leftover night?”
“Not really on my plate," I answered. "Are we still going down to walk along the river?”
She quickly nodded yes. Outside the window, strong gusts were blowing a plastic bag all over the parking lot.
“So I guess we should go by campus and pick up your bag? Unless you want to wait for later?” I went on.
“No, now’s good,” she quickly agreed.
With a decent tip for the waitress we paid our tab and walked out to my van; Tricia’s girl glamour kept the hem of her dress in place just until I opened her car door, then it flew up. In a second, her bare bottom was bestowed on me, the sight of her naked from tummy to toes. She caught my eye and smiled then stepped up into the van.
“Breakfast bartered?” she asked grinning sexily.
“You betcha.”
A short while later we pulled into the campus parking lot, near the Phys Ed complex. There was an empty spot near the side door and I slid the van in, then hopped out and helped Tricia out of her seat. With a sweater tied around her waist, she ran inside and was back in a few minutes with her gym duffle.
“Is your extra set of keys in there?” I asked.
“Keys? What? Oh yeah, let me look,” then she rummaged in the bag and pulled out her key ring; a red colored envelope was stuck to it. “Here they are, oh great.”
“What’s that envelope? It looks kind of sexy, like an invitation.”
“Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing.”
“Go ahead and open it, I bet it’s not nothing.”
“I can look at it later; let’s go to the park now. There’re more interesting things to see when we get there, I’m sure.” It was clear what she hinting at with that. The big green monster cranked over and we went off across town to the River Walk.
Tricia lounged back in the front bucket seat and propped her feet up on the dashboard. Her longs legs were bared up to her hips as her dress flopped up into her lap.
“Getting kind of hard to keep my eyes on the road, Tricia.”
“Something else getting hard in those khakis, Danny boy.”
“The look on your face was priceless when you saw the envelope; now you’re being kind of evasive about it. What’s going on?” I asked her.
The breeze coming in the window was blowing her dress up and down, giving me a continuous peep show.
“I’d tell you to ignore the note and watch the show, but I really think you ought to just drive. You already passed the turn for the River Walk; did you change the itinerary?”
All I could think of was the bright red envelope.
“Last week in class two girls were passing something around like that, same size and color. We’re roomies now; if you’re in a tight spot, I can help,” I offered. A street sign pointed out a right turn for the River Walk and I took it. After another block, the buildings gave way to a parking lot and trees.
Green lawns and wrought iron benches lined a broad paved walkway along the river bank. It was still early afternoon and there were very few people about. I eased the van into a parking spot and shut it off, then turned to Tricia.
“Do you want to bring your sweater? It’s kind of warm but I’ll carry it for you if you want,” I asked.
She hadn’t really responded to what I’d said though again her reaction showed in her eyes. She looked anxious, nervous about the note. Finally, I figured I shouldn't continue going on about it; let her decide to tell me if she wanted.
“Sit with me here a minute?” she asked, her voice going quiet. Digging into her bag she brought out the note and opened it. “I pretty much know what it says, so go ahead and read it.” I took it from her and read it.
Tricia X: Before sunset Friday you must wear the gear here for your naked dare as you expose yourself to lurid glare of whoever may see you there.
Remember, we're watching. Post pics by twilight on Friday.
The note was personalized. I didn't expect that. I looked from the note to her and my chivalrous side took over. Hopefully helpful, I said, “Well, we’d better get going on this Dare thing, right? Or you might what? Get more dares?”
She nodded her head twice then smiled wanly. “There’s more to it. It has to be on campus or a college-related activity, like a dance or a basketball game.”
“There’s varsity baseball; that would be amazing to see. But you’d have to do any dare for anyone there,” I verbalized while I visualized. “That would be amazing.”
“Yeah. No. Not thinking the baseball game,” she answered.
“Okay, this is not why you wanted to go out today, is it?” I asked. "'Cause I'm one lucky son of a bitch if it is."
“Oh no! Danny, no, I just wanted to have a day with you, 'cause you’ve been so great. Then the cell phone message I got earlier said I had a dare envelope. So I needed to pick this up, but I didn’t know anything until today, really.” Her face persuaded me.
She sighed then, “Looks like there’s about half a cheerleader outfit in the bag.”
“So two questions: One, so you like me? And two, which half of the outfit?”
“You are kidding, right? You’re a hunk, you're funny, turns out you're a nice guy, and you took me in.” Those blue orbs flashed over me, and I fell deep into them. “You have to help me.”
“If you're saying I have to help you strip off in public, count me in.” An idea out popped out of my head, “There are a couple of Frat parties tonight, one at Mu Alpha Delta. Alpha Chi Epsilon is always going on Friday. That should count; they’re college related.”
"Yeah sure, that should count. But most parties don't start before nine; that's after sunset. I'd have to be the opening number." The idea was starting to grow on her. "But not the ACEs; their parties are way too crazy."
What we were talking about was pretty crazy already.
"Your alternatives are the campus quad or where else? MAD house is computer geeks and tech nerds. That might be a bit less crazy and if we bring a case of craft beer we can probably crash the party and run."
Her body nude from the waist down lounging in my van, adding its seductive beauty to an otherwise drab interior, she looked over to me again. "Let's see what's in the bag." She reached in and removed a tiny pink pleated cheerleader skirt that was just about ten inches from waist to hemline. Then she pulled a pale pink see-through bra out of the bag.
"Wow, it won't be hard to show off in that," she whispered.
I was totally speechless.
********
The afternoon sun glinted off the river, a cyclist sped by on his bike; inside the big green monster, Tricia sat still, her legs drawn up under her. She looked over at me.
“You’ve told me a bit about your past, so quid pro quo.”
“Do you want to take a walk, while we talk?” I asked.
“Yes, actually, but there’s something you need to get first; here, open this.”
She handed me a thin box with a bow on it. I opened it and there was a new selfie stick.
“Well, I never would have bought this myself, so thanks.”
“Oh, you’ll want it around, I’m sure; as I said, you’re on more than a few of the Dare lists out there.”
“Yeah, and you never said if I was on yours. So am I?”
The plastic package resisted my attempts to open it, then Tricia took it from me and ripped at a perforated seam on the back. Half a minute later she had it out and was snapping my phone into the holder, then plugging a cable in.
The phone's camera app was something I didn’t use much, but it was easy to set up; there was a shutter button on the handle. Carefully, in the confined front seat area of the van, I moved the stick so the phone pointed at Tricia’s lap and pushed the button. A volley of shutter snaps erupted from the phone.
“Works great. I have to see those.”
Again she had evaded my question neatly, but I still pressed.
“So I have to tell you a bit of a story;” she said.
“Two of the girls who started this year's daring-do’s are Layla and Edie. They’re close friends and I had been hanging with their crew since I started at the college. The three of us sat around the cafeteria talking over lunch and Edie was prying this story out of Layla. Layla had been pranked by someone; this was in early March. She got out of the shower in the girls' locker room and everyone was gone.
"Layla is a really gorgeous blonde, about five-foot-six, probably 37-26-35, athletic build, great fun to be around. Real Playmate Of The Year material. She had dropped her towel and gym clothes down the laundry chute and strolled naked over to the bench where her bag was left. (I’m trying to tell this the way she told me.)
"When she opened the bag she found a tiny spandex mini skirt and a midriff tank top; her clothes had been swapped by someone. Since she had worn jeans that day she hadn’t worn a panty or thong. And she only had four minutes to get over to Mr. Curtin’s chemistry lab.”
The van was getting a bit warm in the sun, so we got out and moved to a bench under a tree. As we walked I took advantage of my new toy and snapped a few upskirt shots of Tricia’s bare bottom as the wind blew her skirt up around her waist.
The bench faced away on the riverside with the walkway behind us. Tricia’s skirt continued to fly up in the breeze treating me to peek-a-boo shots of her bare pussy.
“So my friend Curtin was going to get another show?” I asked.
“I'm gettin' to that.
"Anyway, Layla decided to brazen it through, wearing that itty-bitty bit of an outfit. Most of the girls you know don’t need a bra; we’re all about a C-cup or less. Layla is a D, so the small midriff top left a lot of underboob showing. The mini skirt was so short it couldn't hide her naked nookie.
"She grabbed her books and slipped on her flip-flops and ran out the locker room door. As the door opened, a mop fell right into her path and she tripped and landed in the middle of a hallway full of students.
"Layla lay flopped on the floor, legs wide apart; all of her girly goodies were on open display. And everyone in the hall was staring. Oddly no one said a word. The most basic reaction was shock, then quickly a group of students formed a cordon around her and one of them helped her to her feet. All the student body in the hallway had seen a lot of lovely Layla. Then some guy put his jacket around her and escorted her to the campus nurse.
"Anyway, I was there in the cafeteria with Layla a day or two later when she was telling this all to Edie. Edie is the dark-side version of Layla, raven-haired and dusky; she wraps herself in loose scarves barely held in place with antique jewelry. Her olive-skinned beauty comes from a gypsy grandma who gave the girl her first exotic tattoo.
"Now Edie had heard through the grapevine that Layla’s prank had been orchestrated by the little redhead. Apparently, the redhead had a bit of a crush on Dr. Curtin and was jealous of Layla flirting in his class. So we come to the first little skirmish of the S.E.X.I. spring. Layla and Edie plotted the expose that ended with the redhead falling naked through the door of Mr. Curtin’s chem lab.”
“Hmm, and you stayed out of their little schemes?”
“Well, I may not be entirely innocent. I became an accomplice when I planted a dare on one of the redhead’s friends,” my pretty brunette blushed as she owned up to her part in their criminal escapade.
"Anyway, things kind of escalated from there and then girls all over were daring each other and pulling off dares and their clothes.” She was fully into the story, all breathless and excited.
“Someone, probably a sorority pledge, added a new twist. A list of hot guys as 'accidental spectators’ that dare girls had to include. As one of the new hunky guys on campus, you were on ‘the list’ and Layla had heard me talking about you so you got on my list. Someone stole the list from my bag, and about a week and a half ago I found a dare envelope inside. Long story short,” she quipped.
“Too late, not that I minded.” 'Flabbergasted' doesn’t really do justice to how I felt.
I stammered, “So I was your first dare? And that’s how we met?”
“Yeah, uhm, what do you think?”
“I am overwhelmed, a tiny bit shocked, and really happy,” I said smiling.
She was turned toward me so just a few inches separated us, so I kissed her. Her mouth was soft and warm; she gently took my face in her hands and leaned into me. We pulled back after a long interlude and just looked into each other's eyes.
“You couldn’t have known I’d be cutting through the PE building,” I blurted out.
“Actually, most of the girls know the class schedules of most of the guys; there aren’t that many of you, and Edie is in the class you were late for. The car that blocked the gate to the main parking lot was Layla’s. They knew that you’d have to detour to the PE lot to get to class on time.”
“Oh, you little brat! I was already late and, oh wow, it’s getting a bit stalker-ish now,” even though all I could think was, This little hottie who I thought I found living in her car had just schemed and finagled me into her life.
Gently her hand took mine, the breeze accommodatingly blew her skirt up and she moved it to her lap where her naked nookie waited. Her legs parted a bit and she left my hand there.
“Do you honestly mind that much?” she whispered.
“No.” My hand was on its own course now, softly stroking her shaved slit. Her soft bare skin warmed to my touch, after a few strokes I delved a finger in between. Even though her naked pussy was in my hands I still wanted her to talk about the dares.
“How did you get so involved? Were you part of her circle, uh, ring?”
“Someone thought I was, and like I said, I wasn’t totally innocent. But really it was Edie’s. She's the brains in all this. I'm pretty sure she was the one who gave me my first dare, though she’d never admit it."
The afternoon sun was drifting lower in the sky, sparkling off the surface of the river. Tricia’s nipples were stiff against the tight bodice of her sun-dress.
“That sun-dress is amazing; you look so beautiful. Especially with those pokies,” I teased her.
“You finally noticed! I’m not all that big, just a nice handful,” she smiled and cupped them with her hands. “Usually I dress in as little as I can get away with. I was the little kid in the family always getting undressed and running around the party naked.”
She was opening up emotionally to me, unfolding like a flower, caressing my hand where it lay in her love nest. Thrilled by my touch she let her legs drift open a bit wider, I allowed my hand to work a little harder on her hot sun-kissed pussy. A breathless moan escaped her lips and she turned toward me and kissed me again.
The sun slipped a little lower in the sky. I slipped my lips onto Tricia’s perky nipple.
"The van might be a little cooled off, now. If you wanted to get back in the back, a little more private?” I suggested.
She broke off the kiss, but let my hand stay where it was.
“I was thinking something like that. But we need to find out what time it is.”
“Do you think we ought to start working on your new dare? Let me help undress you," I offered and winked at her.
“You undress a woman in the same way that you would open a magic box,” she instructed me.
With great reluctance and some anticipation, I pulled my hand away from Tricia’s sweet triangle of temptation.
She looked up at me and sighed, “Let's just put a pin in that for now, and hustle butts to the MAD frat party.”
As we walked over to the van I asked her, “Do you think we need to find Alice and the White Rabbit?”
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Subject: FW: Killenkoff Institute Part One (revised)-Sherry Champion stood in her modest school girls' unifor Subject: FW: Killenkoff Institute Part One (revised)-??? Sherry Champion stood in her modest school girls' uniform before Mr.Raspikov the Head of the new school she was attending. She had just arrivedhere and was terribly disoriented and confused. Next to Mr. Raspikov stoodhis eighteen year old son. This was an all girls school located in of allPlaces, Russia?and in the middle of ...
(this is unreal .. just fanstam of course ... )The BDSM institute is a special school where girls, wifes, learn the pleasures of BDSM lifestyle ...After her admission to the institute, the subject passes her first test ... deleted
The Flower Institute in old Amsterdam made its claim to fame for its name by elegant deflorations. It orginated last century, after a special request from a young lady of noble class in Poland. She provided the founding capital for the erection of the foundation with its noble aims. Look what happened.Her hymen was on auction. Not to the highest bidder. Her financial offer was set. The most promising gentleman would get the honour to make her a woman.The announcement was only in Polish. As a...
The Institute: Body Double By Cherysse St. Claire This story is set in the near future. Some of the medications, procedures and technical advances detailed within have not been introduced - yet. The usual disclaimers apply. This story is best enjoyed when viewed in HTML format. Chapter One I had never believed in love at first sight until the brunette with the mesmerizing gray eyes appeared. She arrived late; the party was already well underway. She wasn't supermodel...
THE INSTITUTE OF ADVANCED SEXUALITY Chapter 1 Welcome to the only place in the world totally dedicated to the study ofthe sexual habits of women fifty years and older. At the Institute we collectinformation about the sex lives of these women and offer, if needed, guidanceto them and their sex partners. Today I will discuss the most extraordinarycase we have ever investigated. If we did not have the body of evidence thathas been developed over the years and the number of reliable witnesses...
You watch the rain hit into the window, and think back to when you were a kid. Not a care in the world, running around having the time of your life. But, now that's over. You are off to school.Crabtree Valley Institute is one of the most prestigious boarding schools around. Your father went there and his father went there. You could say it's a Greene family tradition. You've known you were attending for as long as you can remember, but know the day is finally here. Even though it has only been...
The Larraine Institute for Young Gentlemen, Ch.01Irene was very pleased with how things were developing the first several weeks with Craig. He had taken to his milking schedule very well, and the daily pill and lotion applications seemed to be working well also. The boy's already prodigious genitals seemed to be growing larger, and he was becoming almost constantly aroused. It now took only half an hour from the time he had recovered from his milking to the time that he began to show signs of...
Institute of Corrections for Beautiful GirlsChapter 1 - SentenceThe large, imposing courtroom was filled with a murmur of subdued conversations, which accumulated to a considerable noise due to sheer quantity of ongoing verbal exchanges. The interior of the room was arranged in formal brown and white palettes, which strongly set the tone for an atmosphere of judicial authority. Into these intimidating surroundings the ICBG officers led the proud, but somewhat overwhelmed Melissa. Her bodily...
I awoke to a warm, comfy, lived-together feeling that told me I wasn’t alone. Or maybe it was the arm draped over my waist. But why? I rolled towards the center of the bed and slowly raised a single bleary eyelid. I was right. I wasn’t alone. I should have been a detective. It was a she, a brunette with a young face. She was propped up on one elbow, facing me. Something from last night bubbled to the surface. Muttering softly, I murmured “You’re ... you’re...” “Mary,” she said brightly....
I woke the next morning to moans and jiggles coming from the other side of the bed. Grumpily I rolled over to glimpse the twins rubbing hands over each other’s naked bodies. Didn’t these two ever go to bed and just sleep? One of them noticed me and they both groped for my privates. I had no idea who was who and really didn’t care. These girls were starting to bother me. But nevertheless, my dick eagerly responded. I resolved to do my duty and get them out of there. Still, they got me hard...
I woke the following morning to that warm, not-alone feeling I always associated with my marriages. I felt okay, not hung over badly, just enough to know I had been a naughty boy last night. Elyse and I had made love twice when we got back to the bedroom. The first time I had her bend and grab her knees by the bed. I plowed her from behind. Afterwards, still unslaked, I had turned her around and pushed her back onto the bed. Climbing on board, I had shoved her top above her tits while she...
“Good morning, sleepyhead! Or should I say, good afternoon!” I mumbled incoherently for a moment and opened my eyes, looking around. Elyse and I were sitting in the limousine outside the Cancun airport. The driver stood by my side, holding the door open and laughing as Elyse smilingly nudged me awake. I stretched mightily and shook myself out of the limo, shaking my head sheepishly. “Yeah, good afternoon. Just what time is it anyway?” I asked. In response, Elyse lifted my arm to my face...
Mac was planted flat on his backside under the shade of a fully leafed tree. In fact, it was the only tree of any significance on the rocky hillside. He often dozed there in the heat of the mid-day sun to gather his thoughts for his evening schedule. Of late, Mac frequented Paddy's Pub on Shamrock Circle and his face was so familiar to the steady patrons that they considered him one of the regulars. He had drifted down to this rural area from the more populous North and made a point of...
Michelle walks to her desk and lays down a napkin. She sets her coffee on top of it and sits down, she crosses her legs and reclines slightly. She clicks a few times and starts typing away as her eyes focus on the company software. She looks at the clock on her computer, 8:47 a.m. Michelle lets out a little sigh and looks at her schedule. She grabs a post-it note and a pen and writes down her plan for the workday. Right below, she leaves herself a note: Happy first day of spring. As she starts...
MasturbationIn the days before the dark Godsbrought their legions and flames, the spring brought a special time at the Homely House, where I was steward. Every year, the Sultana came to meet our orphans. She ate and played with them, and at the end of the day one lucky child was taken into the royal household to be trained as a servant. This was no mean honor for the person selected, for not only were they granted access to those who hold power, they were given an education and training in the social...
In the days before the dark Godsbrought their legions and flames, the spring brought a special time at the Homely House, where I was steward. Every year, the Sultana came to meet our orphans. She ate and played with them, and at the end of the day one lucky child was taken into the royal household to be trained as a servant. This was no mean honor for the person selected, for not only were they granted access to those who hold power, they were given an education and training in the social...
SupernaturalThe Joys of Spring By Rubberwolf Feb 2009?Storycodes: M/F nc rp bd exhibition snuff? ForewordMany of the forums that deal with fetishes, in particular bondage, will invariably have asked the question:?When did you first get into bondage??The answers will usually contain tails of self-bondage and experimentation as teenagers, in some cases, early teens. But behind these explanations, the conversation will usually ask what gets you hot, or what was your first experience of bondage? The answer,...
My wife; Jen and I recently bought a travel trailer and I must say I am really enjoying it. We decided to take it out to a local state park that has natural spring. Everything is amazing there tons of trails, wildlife and the spring is gorgeous the ground slopes down to stonework that surrounds the crystal clear body of water that feeds a river. We arrived late and of course setting up camp is somewhat of a daunting task especially for new campers. Backing the trailer into the spot was proving...
THE CABINDonna took her by the hand and guided her out of the cold wet snow into the warmth of the cabin. The young blonde woman, a little nervous and shaken from the crash that occurred just days ago, just left her the sole survivor out in the cold and emptiness of the wilderness.Donna, removed her parka took the young woman by the hand and brought her closer to the warmth of the fireDonna (softly)...”Here, come closer where the fire is warm. You’re freezing, poor dear; you must have had some...
LesbianIt’s the first day of spring. I wake early and sitting on our front porch I admire the beauty of the day. The sky is a glorious blue, and I can hear a gentle breeze sighing in the trees. Birds are chirping in their branches, singing their songs. The grass is covered with a thick carpet of fragrant flowers. I’m wearing only a thin, white, cotton summer gown with spaghetti straps, it barely covers my ass cheeks. I sit back with my legs propped up and drift away in the growing warmth of the...
The clearing was bright and very green, and the gentlest of breezes made the grass and flowers dance where they grew. Three figures approached the spring and were sweating profusely from a whole day's walking under the sun's merciless rays.The lawyer was the first to reach their goal, and with a heaving sigh he slumped down before the pool of water and dropped his heavy rucksack. He let himself fall into the grass, stretching out his long arms and legs and took a long, relieved breath. The...
Fantasy & Sci-Fi1 Spring - Sprit Man She leaned over and looked at her reflection in the clear cold water. Her hair was in twin long black braids and shined of the bear grease she had used in it. They were held in place by the leather band that was around her head. She dipped the skins into the still cold stream. The water still had the icy feel of the melting snows from the mountains. The air in the early morning had the bite of the passing winter, yet it also carried the sweet smell of the coming...
“Jessica and Abby still coming over tonight?“ I asked. “In about 15 minutes.” came the quick reply from the bathroom. “How do I look?” Donna asked as she walked out. She looked amazing. A formal green dress, not to long, splendid legs, and she had made herself up like a classy movie star from the golden age. Very Marilyn Monroe, but with natural blond hair. “Ridiculously good.” I said, giving her a kiss. “Well, you got home late, so get cleaned up.” she chided, returning my kiss....
Jessica and Abigail arrived right on time. That was no surprise, they had been programmed to do so. How? We'll get to that later. Jessica was a new entry level lab tech at the firm, 30 years old, and just out of college. College can take longer than expected when you become a mom at 18. Abigail (Abby) was that daughter, She already possessed the beauty and grace of a model, but was almost pathologically shy. They entered with few words, the cool fall weather outside blew in, and I quickly...
Michelle was a woman we met in the grocery store or all places. Michelle was a middle height redhead, with a real nice figure, solid B cups, nice waist, and a curvy shapely ass. She was there with her two daughters, twins in fact. The only difference I could see between them was that Susan had slightly blonder strawberry blonde hair, Allison’s was a bit redder. They were about 8. I wasn't interested in them, Michelle was cute, and pretty, but the girls were younger then I prefer, Donna on...
Miss Sapna stood in front of the class in her high heels, aiming the remote at the three large projection screens at the front of the room. The lights dimmed, and the girls shuffled anxiously in their seats, as the image slowly came to focus on the high-definition whiteboards. It was an asshole. The prettiest, tightest little bunghole any of them had every seen: Chloe’s. Chloe was in front of the class, slightly bent over, parting her bulbous ass cheeks apart. Miss...
The large, imposing courtroom was filled with a murmur of subdued conversations, which accumulated to a considerable noise due to sheer quantity of ongoing verbal exchanges. The interior of the room was arranged in formal brown and white palettes, which strongly set the tone for an atmosphere of judicial authority. Into these intimidating surroundings the ICBG officers led the proud, but somewhat overwhelmed Melissa. Her bodily restraints were somewhat loosened as she no longer wore the leg...
John had saved every cent and after High School for European vacation and was very excited about his European Tour. But he was also suppose to visit a private university that his step mom had gone. The trip started surprisingly in Coppenhagen. As he exits a plane, he bumps into a guy. We both drop our ticket and they accidentally gets switched around, it was the invitation to the school. As he exits terminal, a beautiful blond wearing a leather jacket and pants grabs him when she sees the...
Elena lay down on the bed. She was stark naked. The man in front of the bed also. His cock was perpendicular to the body and was swollen thick. She came from Slovakia was really pretty, nineteen years old and totally inexperienced. She had been told that there would be a small test today if she could be hired as au pair girl. Then she would be given to a family and there mainly she had to take care of two small children and do easy housework. Manfred a fifty-year-old man needed relief, he had...
I slept soundly that night. My first waking thoughts were of the delightfully warm ass pressed against my back. This brought back drowsy memories of the previous night’s last fuck, after I joined Terry in bed. Feeling my cock stiffen, my eyes still closed, I rolled over and pressed against her backside. I placed my free arm around her, and we sleepily moved together. My fingers slowly grazed over Terry’s breasts, as we slowly aroused each other. Strange, I didn’t remember her tits being this...
I woke the next morning to the sounds of thumping and music. I stretched my arm out and was surprised to find an empty bed. Last night had been most energetic. I had thought Elyse would still be sleeping. The music and thumping didn’t seem to be stopping, so I rolled out of the sack and staggered to the door. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I opened the door and stared at the sight before me. Elyse, dressed in an exercise outfit, was jumping and twitching in front of the...
So, we settled in together. For a while, it was like I had never come back from Cancun. For the first few weeks, Elyse tended to greet me at the door in high heels, stockings, and a smile, but eventually this settled down, too. The first Saturday we were back, Elyse got fully clothed (Well, no underwear, but only we knew that!), and I took her to Bloomie’s for a shopping spree. Unfortunately for Elyse, shopping for women’s clothing with a woman ranks right up there with root canal work as...