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Call me Jerry. I was a stranger in a strange town. I know I’m stealing those opening lines from Melville and Heinlein but if you’re going to steal, steal from the best. I had recently moved to Florida and I had made a few friends in my new home but had yet to meet that special someone. My business occasionally took me on the road so here I was in another new town, knowing absolutely no one.

I had not made love to a woman for several months and had resumed my relationship with mother thumb and her four lovely daughters. Of course by now there was the internet and sites like literotica.com to fuel the fire. I’m all for modern technology. At any rate, here I was - lonely and horny. I checked into a motel and found a restaurant/cocktail lounge close by. It was late afternoon, the cocktail hour, and the place was busy. I walked in, looked around and noticed an attractive woman sitting at the bar. She looked to be by herself and there was an empty bar stool beside her. I strolled over and, flashing my brightest smile, asked, “Is this seat taken?” Read the rest of this entry »

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“*Author’s Note: All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.*”

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She changed in the bathroom at school. She kept her blouse on, but she unbuttoned the top and bottom three buttons, leaving only the middle two fastened and tying the shirt tails up high around her ribs. Her denim shorts got shoved into her purse and the white satin ones went on over her bare bottom. She snapped the elastic band and turned to look at herself over her shoulder in the full length mirror with a satisfied grin. “That should do it.” When she bent forward, the shorts rode up between her thighs, exposing the swell of her behind quite nicely. “That should do for at least a three-day vacation!” Read the rest of this entry »

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In high school, I was one of the premier jocks in our school. I dated the cheerleaders, popular girls, and even the less popular girls in other clicks. I was, by most standards, large. At 6′6″, 225 lbs (then, not now), and thank you god, blessed to be hung like a horse, I have filled lots of tight pussies. An athlete of state honors level for football, basketball, and even baseball, college scholarships abounded. I accepted a full ride to a Div I college for football as a quarterback.

College during the early 70’s only expanded my sexual appetite. Free love, college stud, girls flocked to our team. Parties, sex, more parties, and always more sex. Habit forming to say the least. Graduation came, I got tryouts with the pros, but an appendectomy 3-weeks before camp slowed my opportunities. I got my walking papers. Oh well, always graduate school. So I went to the University Southern California. More girls, beach living, and more and more sex. Read the rest of this entry »

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*Part 1: Rules of Engagement*

I had trouble focusing on the reports that my boss expected tomorrow. I was so keyed up, waiting for Kacy to arrive at my house. But Colonel Steele was a stickler for details, and I was coming up for promotion from Major to Lt. Colonel, so I had to get it done right. Glancing at the clock, I had just enough time to hash out the last few sentences of the report before the sound of the doorbell made me jump.

Kacy arrived promptly at my door at 8 pm, like she had every Friday night for the past three months. To a military man like myself, her punctuality was refreshing – and the only thing about her that was totally predictable. At this point in my life, a single dad in the military, with a failed marriage behind me, routine and predictability felt safe – and a little suffocating. That’s why Kacy appealed to me. She stirred up such a tempest of emotions in me, that I felt alive for the first time in years. Read the rest of this entry »

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From the next day onwards Sarita and I became inseparable as lust and passion overwhelmed us and we were always nuzzling or cuddling and teasing each other when we were not making love.

Although my physical condition made lovemaking in any different position other than ‘Lap dance’ and ‘Woman on Top’ next to impossible then, I wasn’t complaining.

It was only during shaving my face on alternate mornings that I used to see how I looked then. I was beginning to feel all right and Sarita was playing no small role in my speedy recovery! Read the rest of this entry »

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As they drove home from the cricket ground Stacy and Helen discussed Dave. “My god he is well hung for a lad,” Helen observed, as Stacy tried to make herself respectable.

“Stop talking about him, for Christ”s sake. I”ve got to look OK before we get to your place, I don”t want my old man to get suspicious,” Stacy cried.

Much later after showering and changing she joined Helen for coffee on the patio.

“My, what a difference a shower makes.” Helen exclaimed. “After more than two hours in the raw, with that young bastard stuck right up you, you still look like butter wouldn”t melt in your mouth.” Read the rest of this entry »

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After my first encounter with lady Kim, I should perhaps explain what happened at her friend Gloria’s house a month or so earlier….

In itself it was a very straightforward callout, a dripping tap in the ensuite of the master bedroom, should really have taken only half an hour at the most.

It was the first callout of the day, barely gone 8am when I knocked on the door of a large bungalow in the eastern suburbs, the well off section of town.

As the door opened I saw a tall shapely brunette standing there with a miffed look on her face, dressed in a knee length skirt suit the lady of the house looked as if she was waiting on me to do the repair then head straight for work. Read the rest of this entry »

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