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Herman continued recounting the university's policy about fornication on campus. Until this point, Clarissa didn't even know they had one. Her mind started drifting to visions of her and Alex standing on unemployment lines. Herman's next words brought her quickly back to earth. "I also know that you are both married, however, not to each other." Chivalry or not, she decided to take the bull by the horns. "What do you want?" Knowing that he had the upper hand, he quickly retorted, "So glad you finally asked." His bravura quickly faded when his explanation actually began. After a lot of uhs, and you-knows they found out that Herman did indeed like women, very much so. His problem was that he couldn't get it up. "In exchange for my silence, I would like the two of you to give me a little lesson on how it's done. To insure you use your best teaching methods, I will add that if I don't get an erection while watching, I will have to inform all parties about your activities. I noted that Wednesday afternoon is the usual time for your rendezvous in the library, so I have scheduled a private seminar in the lab next week. I trust that you will be there."

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One of the worst things about having graduated to the “Real World” some
years ago is the thought of work. Used to be that when I felt like blowing
off a class and getting stoned and listening to music all day while sucking
down beers was the norm. Now, it’s hit that alarm at 6:30 in the ayem and
crawl to the office. Face it, if you don’t do it, you get shit-canned, end of
discussion. Sometimes, of course, the things that happen at the office make
all the annoyance of having to get up at some ungodly hour and dragging your
ass in worth it. Usually, it’s something simple like writing a particularly
clever program or getting a bonus or single-handedly convincing a customer to
buy off a system that isn’t quite ready. Then there are the *other* times,
like what happened at work last week. (more…)

Jack was the baseball instructor for Camp Wanamaro. As a
specialist, he enjoyed perks the regular counselors didn’t, like more
time off in the evenings and less time with the crabby kids.

This was Jack’s third year at the camp, and he had earned a
reputation as being quite friendly (”Considering he’s a New Yorker…”),
someone you could talk to about camp or personal problems. He enjoyed
this status and found it easy to maintain. The one thing he lacked at
camp was a summer romance. At 23, he was older than most of the other
staffers, who were either just starting college or finishing high
school. There were a few older, more mature people whose company he
enjoyed, but there had never been any special girl. Until now. (more…)

Ann is in her early forties, approximately five feet five inches
tall and very well proportioned for her size (34C-23-35), with
beautiful legs, which she takes every opportunity to show off.

After my promotion, Ann became my secretary. Almost immediately
her work habits became sloppy. She was habitually tardy; sick at
least one day per week, etc. After some time had gone by, I
reprimanded her and she promised to do better. After a few months
of excellent work, she slowly slid back to her previous ways,
which were totally out of character, based on my previous
dealings with her. (more…)

California has it’s fair share of cold, wet weather. Perhaps not as bad as
some areas of the country, but then, you wouldn’t be riding a motorcycle in
December if you lived in Minnesota either. It WAS cold, and wet, and raining
like hell that dark December evening, and I WAS riding a motorcycle, a Honda
CX500 to be exact, home from work. I was looking forward to getting home to
the apartment I shared with Tanya, where she would be waiting for me with
warm dry clothes.

Thursdays were the best. My four-day week ended, giving me three days to
enjoy, and it meant that Tanya’s weekend started. I hated her graveyard
shifts, but it did mean we relished the nights we actually slept together. (more…)

Angelica was still there, waiting anxiously. She held and had
been examining the gag that Stacy had worn, but when Jim emerged
from the office, she quickly put it down, away from her. The lady
guard sat at the desk, seeming to be busy with paperwork. “Am I
still to help with this?” Angelica asked, as if fearing that she had
been eliminated from the plan.
“Of course, we will have you sign all the papers in a moment,
and then we will swear you in as a deputy.”
“Do I get to wear a badge, like in the Westerns?” asked Angelica
with a flirtatious smile.
Jim returned her smile. “No, no badge, but since you are
helping with a law enforcement matter, it is required that you be a
deputy of a U.S. Marshal.”
“Do I get to carry a gun?” she asked. (more…)

I had to go to the department store. My supply of shirts had
become just about exhausted, and a sale was in progress. Might
as well stock up, I thought.

At the counter was a rather attractive saleswoman. About 34, she
was on the tall side (5′11″ or so) with a medium build, and dark
hair. It wasn’t her physical appearance that attracted me, though;
it was a necklace she was wearing - a necklace worn only by members
of Select, an organization of sexually liberated people. (more…)

She turned in her bed and burrowed among the pillows … the sun was
peeping in through the window and that was her alarum clock this season.
But a few moments wouldn’t matter. Squirmed and cuddled against a satiny
pillow.

It had been a nice party yesterday. They had talked about Sartre and CAD
programs and sex and war and got a little high. It was a wonderful thing
to have good friends. Not really friends actually, but colleagues and
acquaintances. And then that icecream was a great way to finish off. No
calories. None. Not one! Atleast that is what the label said, though
Andrew pickering claimed that it was just dishonest advertising. (more…)

It was Friday afternoon and I was glad I didn’t have a date. I’d
been asked but nothing seemed right about any of them. I just
wanted to be alone.

Seattle was rainy when I boarded the United flight to Los
Angeles.

First class always appeals to me. Not just in flights but
everything else too. I guess I just feel more important when I
spend more money on me. Clothes, car, my hair, having my nails
done, a facial, presents for friends, restaurants and flying in
first class. Why was I thinking of all these things? My mind was
wandering. (more…)

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Jenny’s arms were firmly held to the bedframe by the shackles
on her wrists. A broad leather strap held her body down on the
bed. She strained to reach Lisa’s soft skin and lush body, but
the younger blonde-haired girl held back just out of reach.

Both women were naked. Lisa held a large vibrating dildo that
was covered with flavored KY jelly in one hand, and a leather
strap in the other. Her tits bounced on her chest as she surveyed
her captive.

Jenny’s fingers could just reach Lisa’s smooth belly. Lisa watched
as her English professor tried desperately to stroke her breasts and
pussy. She giggled and pulled back a few inches, slapping Jenny
with the strap, leaving a broad red welt on her arm. (more…)

It is now late Sunday night and the weekend is over and what
a weekend it had been. I had meet Kelli a few months ago and she
had warned me that she has been working on a project that was
really bazaar and had asked if I would consider helping her if
she needed any help. Kelli is a very beautiful girl..somwhat
into the western style.. jeans, boots, etc.. she is also a stout
built woman.. 5′4″ around 135 pounds.. long black hair that
reaches her hips, oh yes and her age is around 25. Tho we have
only had sex 4 times.. it has been fantastic each time and
somewhat conventional (at least to my standards and up until this
weekend).
Kelli called me at work Friday and asked if I could help her
with some chores around the barn this weekend and explained that
there would be plenty of time for some fun. “Just bring a few
things and plan on staying here until work Monday” she said
playfully. “Sounds good to me” I replied “see ya ’round 7:00″. (more…)

The time was 3:15, and the last guest has just left our New Year’s Eve party.
Although the place is a mess, we are very happy because the party went so
well. Also, we know that now we have our own personal celebration to look
forward to. After all, we have to start off the new year right!!!

I take you by the hand into the bedroom; our shadows dancing in the candle’s
glow. We sit down on the edge of the bed, next to the icebucket & champagne I
strategically placed earlier in the evening. I pour us both a glass, and we
sip on the champagne as we look into each other’s eyes. Slowly we come to
each other and join in a soft kiss; the bubbles from the champagne tickling
our tongues as we meet. Our hands gently caress each other as we kiss deeply
and passionately. My hands find your breasts, and feel your nipples poking
through your blouse. I start to massage your breasts, and I can tell by your
beating heart that you wish me to continue.

By now we have broken our kiss, and I begin to kiss your neck, biting gently
as I go. You tilt your head back and allow me full access to your neck, and I
am more than happy to oblige. I make my way up to your ear, and softly nibble
on your lobe. You feel my warm breath in your ear as I lightly trace your
outer ear with my tongue. Your soft sigh confirms that you are pleased.

My hands in the meantime have also been quite busy. I grab the bottom of
your blouse & begin to pull it over your head. As I slowly raise it the
fabric rubs against your pert nipples, sending shivers through your body. I
pause my kissing of your neck long enough to get the blouse over your head,
and also to get a view of your firm breasts in the soft candlelight. My
shadow rests between them, and I know that soon I will be there also. (more…)

“Oh babe, what a magnificent cock you have. That was better
than I ever imagined it could be.”

“What do you mean, better than you imagined it could be?”

“I thought that was clear enough”

“You mean you never…”

“Never what, you mean…fucked in the ASS…or fucked in the
ass by YOU?”

“Well I guess you have ass fucked before, so you must mean
me, right?”

“That’s very presumptuous of yourself, to think that hard
cock still twitching in my ass is that good.”

“Then this WAS your first?”

“Yeah, and boy did it…you, live up to expectations.”

“Well to tell the truth it was my first time too.”

“No, don’t bull shit me. The way you slipped it in, so
smooth and gentle. I was ready for the fucking of my rosy little
anus. Fred told me you were well hung.”

“Fred? And what else has he told you about me?”

“Oh, let’s just say, more than enough, if this performance
was any indication.”

“God, your ass is tight and so…so sleek…I think I could
get hard again just looking at it. Not to mention the fact your
tight little hole still has a death grip on it.” (more…)

I could feel her warmth slide around me, at first uncertain of the long-
awaited intrusion but then opening eagerly to my faster strokes. The sound
of us, of our bodies, mixed with the rain now beginning to fall outside,
the thunder every moment coming closer. I could feel her begin to lose
control of her emotions, to open herself to pure pleasure, and my intensity
increased as the same time, rocking harder and breathing deeply as she rode
up and down me, tightening her inner muscles as I retracted and loosening
as I re-entered each time. Finally the outside world became immaterial,
the TV, the apartment, the rain, and we exploded together there on the
living room floor, abruptly lessening the pace and returning to stillness.

“Hold on a second, I gotta close the windows.” she said.

Ellen came over to my table, setting down her coffee, cigarettes, and a
couple of left-over pastries. For some reason I had expected her face to
be different, soft in contrast to her harsh persona, but it also looked
rebellious. She offered me one of the pastries and we chatted together as
we ate; for some strange reason she attracted me greatly, she was gutsy and
brash but at the same time coquettishly feminine. Grandi had finished up
in the back and from habit I knew it was time to take off. The crisp air
was a sharp contrast to that of the cafe as Ellen and I walked out to the
now deserted sidewalk.

When I found out that she lived in the old district about a mile East I
offered to give her a ride home, realizing that she probably wouldn’t take
me up on it as I gestured towards my motorcycle, but she accepted anyway.
I rocked the bike off its footpeg and started it up, listening to the motor
complain after sitting for ten hours in the sun. Ellen got on and grabbed
me around the waist with her left hand, holding her cigarette out of the
wind the right and pressing up against my back as we raced away. The city
streets were devoid of anything at this hour, only cardboard boxes and
empty cups blowing around in strange little whirlpools of wind and empty
buses wandering through their routes.

The air was hot and muggy, and even though the sun had begun to set a while
back the passing cars and concrete sidewalk kept everything unbearable.
Even the customers sitting and eating dinner under the Cinzano umbrellas
were continually mopping up sweat with little square cocktail napkins. The
cold air from the kitchen was my only salvation and I would linger in the
oasis until I could sense the customers beginning to question my
whereabouts, appearing for a cursory refilling of glasses only to retreat
again. The streetlights all clicked on at once with a buzzing sound,
casting their amber-white light across the tables and cigarette smoke.

As the night progressed the high school kids took their Camaros and
Mustangs and headed off to the movies or the late-night softball games as
the neighborhood slowly regained its composure. Older couples strolled the
area, stopping off at one cafe or another and ordering their coffee,
decaffinated, with half and half. The two that always took the table
nearest the street wearily got up and ambled off towards their apartment,
leaving the habitual full ashtray covering a healthy tip. The peacefulness
was briefly interrupted as an ambulance blew by full-tilt, heading off into
the distance sirens wailing.