My name is Paul Wilcox and I am a High School math teacher just completing my first year at Jefferson High. I had relocated over the previous summer from an all-male prep school in California to the city where my brother lives in Illinois, and the past year had been a real eye opener. I had thought that coming to the midwest to continue my teaching career would be a calmer, more sedate atmosphere. How mistaken could one 40 year old single man with a masters degree be! As the last school day of the year unfolds, I find myself reminiscing over the special students I have encountered in each of my classes this past year, and how we have impacted each other’s lives. Read more…
Johnny Hardcore Stories Hardcore, Story
“All right, girls, party’s over,” he said. “Don’t you know this is a public park?” His voice was deep and manly, with a strong Noo Yawk accent. He got down off his horse and came toward us, taking his summons book from his back pocket. Shit. We’re going to get written up. The horse stood still, breathing hard in the hot weather.
The blonde woman gets up. “Please officer, we weren’t hurting anyone. We didn’t mean to cause trouble. Can’t you just let us go home?”
I got up too and turned around to face him. “Please,” I say. “I promise it won’t happen again.” He hesitates, like any man would, seeing my big juicy rack for the first time. We were only a couple feet apart. He was young, dark-haired, Italian-looking, sort of like a John Travolta type from Brooklyn. He seemed tough, very macho, with strong, hairy forearms and big hands. His nameplate read DiNardo. Read more…
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“To catch up read Chapter 1, told by Stacy. She’s just turned 18, and continues to stalk her divorced, 28-year-old photographer neighbor, Erik, who’s unsure if she’s of legal age. It’s been a week since their first memorable coupling. He’s avoided her since, and she’s now so desperately horny for him that she brings along her girlfriend, Maria, to entice him. Erik’s working in his home photo studio on Friday night, when he hears knocking at the back door… ”
What the hell? Is that a burglar? If somebody’s at the back door they’ve crept around the side of the house and onto the patio! Damn! Should I get my pistol from the bedroom?! Read more…
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Stella Johnson was going on vacation! For the first time since her marriage had broken up two years ago Stella and her 18-year-old daughter Susie were going to have a real vacation.
At 38 Stella was still a fine looking woman. As she stood admiring her nude reflection in the full-length mirror of her bedroom, she saw a tall blonde with blue eyes looking back at her. She looked at her full breasts, still with no hint of sag that stood up proudly on her chest. Below were a slim waist and full hips and long slim legs with their tuft of blonde fur at the apex. Read more…
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*A Fond Farewell*
The week with Sue went all too quickly. Unfortunately I had to work a couple of evenings so we didn’t see each other as much as we all would have liked. Vicky and Sue had other things to do as well. I suggested to Tony that we make her last night on the Thursday a memorable one.
“You mean just in case she doesn’t remember any of the rest of the week?” he said rather dryly.
I phoned Vicky from work and invited the two of them for supper. I warned that it would be nothing grand. The last supper! No miracles! Read more…
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Prabha was sitting on the sofa with bra and almost transparent white satin petticoat. I was standing in front of her, in my lungi (sort of night dress), practicing for the next day presentation.
As I finished each slide, she bent forward to click the “next” button on the laptop. As she bent forward to click the laptop on the center table, I could see the deep cleavage down her bra. Her thali (chain worn to indicate that she is married) rustled with her chains with every movement. The ruffling of her armpit hair, as she slide forward was arousing me more and more. Read more…
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She hadn’t known such pleasure existed.
Lying in the warm aftermath of the orgasmic tidal wave her dark lover had just put her through, Miranda wondered with no small amount of dismay if it was over.
God, she hoped not.
He slipped away from her and out of the bed and she made a keening sound of need in her throat. Even though she was sure he was a big man, he moved with utter silence in the room and she waited for the door to open and close, then thought crazily, since he hadn’t fucked her or forced her to perform oral sex, that he wouldn’t leave until he’d had at least one orgasm as well. Surely not. Read more…
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“This is the second story of Jeff and Megan. Please read “Their Best Valentines Day Ever” first. Thanks and enjoy.”
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Tuesday:
Jeff and Megan weren’t supposed to see each other again until Friday night. Fate however brought them together sooner. The two had been talking through email as they usually do throughout the day.
Their email conversation though quickly became more and more erotic. Reliving the events of Valentines Day and what they didn’t get to do. Jeff much bolder and telling Megan what he wanted to do to her right now. Read more…
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I hear him gasp as I push him back onto the big king-size bed.
He watches me from under lowered lashes as I straddle his naked body. His hair is a tousled, dusky blond, sexy mess. His eyes, although half closed at present, are blue, the kind of eyes you can look into for hours. His lips are red, full, and soft. His skin is tanned and smooth.
His chest is muscled and well defined, his legs are long and powerful, all 6ft 3inches of tanned male body is lying beneath me, wanting me, waiting for me to make my next move. Read more…
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Chapter 1
I awoke feeling the sperm running down my thigh. It had happened again, a wet dream that I’d been having three times a night. It always started the same way, I would be in a bar getting a drink, and once I sat down in an alcove that was situated at the back of the bar, someone would get under the table and start to give me the best damn blowjob ever. But I couldn’t see who it was, and when they’d taken me to the very edge, I would cum for real, and wake up. I cleaned up the mess, and then lay there wondering why I should be having such vivid and incredible wet dreams. It wasn’t because I didn’t get laid. On the contrary, I had my fair share of sex. Also I was twenty-one, and had never experienced a wet dream in my life. Read more…
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