The Freshman – Chapter 1

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As was usual for a Friday afternoon, I was in the library trying to keep up with my classes.  Freshman year at college had not been easy for me as I tried to balance getting good grades while still having some fun.  Coming from a small high school and being fairly athletic, I was used to being pretty popular and going to a medium sized university had definitely shown that I was not good with the ladies.  My athlete status in high school had made up for my inept conversation skills with girls and so I still got plenty of...

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The Freshman – Chapter 2

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After several minutes of just sitting in a daze, I decided I wanted to take a longer look at my angel's panties.  I got up and went into the unisex bathroom and locked the door.  I pulled the ripped panties out of my pocket and immediately put them to my face.  The smell of her crotch juices was incredible.  After a couple of seconds, I pulled the panties away from my face to examine them.  They were the full ones (not grandma panties, but a lot of material) and were as soft as her slip.  I saw that they had...

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The Funeral (part 1)

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By Bob  Gladys's new 1970 car was parked under the shade of a big old pine tree.  The hood was up letting the over-heated engine cool down.  We were sitting on a picnic table nearby eating the lunch that my mother-in-law had packed for us.  Although the cooler of beer wasn't as full as when we started Gladys had been sampling on the long journey.  I opened two more beers for us and took another sandwich from the container.  One of Gladys's oldest and dearest friends had suddenly passed away; we were on our way to Sudbury to attend the...

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The Funeral (part 2)

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By Bob  Once on the highway I set the cruise control to just under the speed limit.  I had to keep my wits about me as I was driving drunk.  As I drove along into the bright afternoon listening to the radio and feeling the warm breeze on my face from the open window I glanced over at my passed out mother-in-law.  She was slumped back against the seat with her mini skirt still hiked up around her waist.  Her sheer black silk blouse hung open her breasts jiggled with each bump along the highway, her nipples semi-erect.  We were...

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The Confessions of Jenny – 07 – The French Holiday 2

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Our leisurely luncheon, followed by our canal-side activity, had taken up more time than we had thought.  We therefore decided to press on more quickly so, at the next 'échangeur' we turned onto the fast trunk road, or 'autoroute' as it is called in France.  We were eating up the miles when the sky began to darken and we could see heavy rain clouds on the horizon.  We stayed on the autoroute, stopping only briefly at a 'Station de Service' to re-fuel and put up the hood before the rain came. After a few more miles we were glad that...

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The Confessions of Jenny – 08 – The French Holiday 3

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Our journey towards the South of France continued in perfect sunny weather, the quiet roads through the wine-growing regions around Dijon took us alongside the river Saone as it meanders through the Beaujolais, towards the picturesque town of Macon.  We decided that this elegant and interesting town with its riverside shops and cafés, would be charming and romantic place to make our second overnight stop in France. We chose a 4 star hotel near the centre of the town.  Our room was more like an apartment, it was enormous, with a commanding view of the river at one end, and...

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The Confessions of Jenny – 10 – The French Holiday 5

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It was the beginning of the first full day at Giens in the South of France. Simon kissed me good morning and brought me some coffee as soon as I was awake.  He said he would be away for a couple of hours as he was meeting Tom to inspect the boat. After a long soak in the bath, I washed my hair and started to sort out our clothes.  I dressed casually in a sporty blouse with a short skirt, and set to work getting the room organised.  I had hardly started when Simon returned, looking not too pleased. ...

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The Confessions of Jenny – 11 – The French Holiday 6

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The boat was now moored conveniently in the little harbour below the hotel. We made several fairly long trips along the coast, visiting and dining in various places between Toulon in the west and Cavalaire to the east, but most days we would go across to Porquerolles and anchor in one of the many secluded bays (called Calanques) on the far side of the island. Our sexual activity seemed to increase as the days slipped by, stimulated by the warm sun, the relaxed atmosphere, and perhaps by the excellent local wines!  We made passionate love whenever we felt randy, which...

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The Ex – chapter 1

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Bob recently retired from the military after 20 years of service. He was fortunate to land a job in the civilian sector with a local company that valued his military experience. The transition was relatively seamless. Work was work whether it is in a khaki uniform or coat and tie. The biggest adjustment Bob has to make was working around females. Quite frankly he wasn't used to the constant bombardment of skirts, heels, and the sweet aromas of the latest fragrances the ladies all wore. As a professional military man Bob didn't like the distraction, the duty of the job...

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The Bridge Club

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Ann Williams was getting annoyed with her son, Robby, for staring at her friend Lena's tits.  Ann knew Lena was a whore who loved to show off her big, if saggy, breasts; but she thought her son was staring more than he should.  She didn't blame her son for looking at the long cleavage line in the middle of Lena's low-cut blouse, but there are limits!  To make it worse, Ann could clearly see her son's cock sticking up and to the left in his pants, clear up to his belt. "Excuse me for a moment," said Ann to her...

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The Cleaning Lady

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My parents both worked and my mother had a succession of maids cleaning our home over the years. The most memorable one was the one she had in my senior year of high school and the following year. She was usually there when I arrived home from school three days per week. Initially, there was nothing remarkable about her, but that soon changed. I came home one afternoon to find her working in a bra and half slip. She had very large tits and the bra was cut low and somewhat push up. My cock, of course, got quite hard...

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The Confessions of Jenny – 01

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This story is not fantasy, it is true.  My name is Jenny (Jennifer) and I am a professional public relations manager, 36 years of age, brunette, medium height and with a good firm figure.  My male office colleagues say that I am a very sexy lady, probably because during the summer I wear quite revealing dresses, generally with no bra, and yes....always stockings! I have a steady boyfriend, Simon, who is a picture editor for a technical magazine.  We have been together for about 4 years now and we share a modern apartment in a converted mill about 10 miles...

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The Confessions of Jenny – 02 – The Late Dinner

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I would now like to tell you about one particular day when Simon was working from home instead of from his office.  I arrived at our apartment, having stopped briefly in the village to buy some ingredients for our evening meal.  Simon's car was in the usual place in front of the apartment. I collected my things from my car and went inside, expecting to see at least that the table in the dining room had been laid ready for our meal.  Simon normally did this if he arrived home first or if he was working from home.  There was...

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The Confessions of Jenny – 03

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The Departure I have explained that I am a busy public relations manager working in a city office in the North of England, and that my partner Simon works as a picture editor for a group who publish technical magazines.  The headquarters of this group is in Paris so he sometimes has to attend meetings there, usually when they are launching a new magazine.  The first time he had to attend such a meeting he was told that he would be away for almost a week - Poor me!  Left alone to return to an empty apartment, after a hard...

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The Confessions of Jenny – 05 – The Exhibition

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The days following Simon's return from France were very busy for both of us.   At home, we had plenty to talk about. He told me about the meetings in Paris and about the success of his presentation at the launching of the new magazine.  Naturally, most of this talk took place when we were lying in each other's arms relaxing with a glass of wine after a busy day at the office. At dinner that evening, he told me that he too had been as randy as hell during his stay at the hotel.  He then told me that he...

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The Boss’s Choice

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Tony was on another one of his business trips and had been gone for about two days when all of a sudden out of the blue I got a phone call.  I would never have expected to hear from Mr. Jonas, the CEO of Tony's company but here I was talking to him on the phone.  I had met Mr. Jonas at the last Christmas party but other than that I had never really had any contact with him.  So I was quite surprised by his phone call! Let me explain; Tony, my husband of five years is a traveling...

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The Boss’s Wife

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Ever since the first time I visited this office for my interview and this very attractive woman led me upstairs, she had captivated me. She was in her early forties and was about 5' 6" with shoulder length brunette hair. She was wearing a jacket that fitted snugly around her slim body, with a loose, calf length skirt that revealed glimpses of the shapeliest legs I had seen for a very long time. Through the pleats of her skirt it was possible to determine the rounded outline of her buttocks, all of which told me that this was a lady...

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The Boss’ Wife (part 2)

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by GM The following day at work things carried on as normal, except for the flashes of Jill's navy blue stocking tops as her skirt persistently rode up when I entered her office; or the way she was always forced to lean over for something in my presence, allowing me a generous glimpse inside her blouse. That afternoon my boss was flying out on a business trip that would take him away for at least a week, which suggested that the timing of the previous night's events had obviously been very carefully planned. When I returned from lunch I found...

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Teasing Wife

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Dear Sonia, My wife and I have been enjoying adding some exhibitionism into our love  life with rather pleasing results ;-), in part thanks to you ! Here is a  true story. Enjoy. One evening on my way home from work my wife called to say that we should  go out to dinner at a cafe, and maybe catch a movie as she was not in the  mood for cooking, or being at home. She suggested I detour, and meet her in  the city at trendy cafe we knew. She would take her car and meet me in  about half...

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Tell Mommy What You Want

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Sharon Taylor had a dirty little secret; she was constantly horny and loved to act like a submissive, sex crazed slut! Her fantasies involved being dominated, having all of her dirty little holes filled, and being ordered to do naughty, depraved sexually acts. But, after becoming pregnant at a young age, caused by living out those same fantasies, she gave it all up, moved away, and has since lived a respectable life. She was now thirty-two, but if anything, she was sexier than before. She was 5’ ‘4”, with long black hair, large firm tits, a generous ass and a...

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