I lived in a town where my mom and dad worked at a small state college; mom was an administrative assistant in the human relations department and dad was a lecturer in history. Laura Hughes worked as a women's tennis coach and women's health counselor at the college. She was a good friend of my mom and had straight, shoulder-length, blonde, hair, large green...
"What rhymes with pussy?" Julie asked. She sat in a blue suede bowl-shaped chair with her head hanging off the side almost parallel with the floor. Her long legs were crossed and she was swaying her foot in time with the music radiating from a small speaker in the corner. A notebook in one hand, she tapped her freckled chin with the end of the pen she held i...
It was the spring of 1880 about 25 miles north of Little Rock, Arkansas. My family had came to the area of the Flying S ranch about 1800 and settled here on about 10,000 acres. My father James Scott is the 4th generation to own the ranch. He met, courted and married my mother Marie Scott in 1854 and needless to say they did not wait to have a family because...
This is a story so improbable that I hesitate to present it as something that I participated in, but it actually happened. It was something that I never would have considered doing and something that I certainly would never do again, but unique situations lead to uncharacteristic actions. ***** My name is Ed Jenkins, an accountant at a local bank and my w...
Part 36: Restart This is the continuation of an email correspondence I had with a woman named Sharon Alderson. If you have not read the previous parts I suggest you go back and read from the beginning to get the full background. This conversation includes elements of wife swapping/sharing, incest, and group sex. If you don't approve of these behaviors and y...
Dear Class, Rarely does anyone achieve 100% credit for an answer to one of my questions, but I assure you it is possible. There is only one right answer to any and all of my questions and if you are diligent in your research and give me the right answer you may receive an A+ for your final grade. Take your pick of assignments. You may choose to research...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimer: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft spell-check. You have been forewarned. *.* .*. *.* .*. *.* She had been a cute nineteen year old secretary, administrative assistant when he met her. She had recently graduated from Oakle...
"Hey, we need to talk," was the greeting I got as Cindy woke me the next morning. Bad things zoomed thru my head. Oh, God, no, I thought, not the we need to talk talk. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and was greeted by a bright-eyed and pony-tailed Cindy. Free of makeup, full of glee, she looked much younger than her 32 years. Until you notice she was wea...
I'd met Ginnifer in a library on a Monday, had a Friday night date (last night), and we woke up together this morning. I had just dropped her off at her place, we both had stuff to do, but I did not want to let her go. I was trying to not to obsess, but Ginny made that hard. She was sweet enough to want be around all the time, and sexy enough that, well......
Ted Canfield, winning high school basketball coach, watched as Christine, his wife of 20 years and teacher at the same high school, was lifted onto her "throne". It was set upon a stage overlooking a fraternity's Halloween party. She was impaled on a dildo mounted on the seat of a toilet, wearing only a regal red robe, a queens crown and black high heels. At...