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We didn’t go out to eat. I ate her out, she sucked my cock and swallowed me down, but we stayed in bed the rest of the afternoon.

I was in heaven! The woman of my fantasies was here with me for real - letting me suck her tits, fuck her hot pussy, eat her out, and cum on her, in her, with her. She was a hungry bitch, and I was a fucking horny bastard.

Emily couldn’t seem to get enough of my cock. I was all too happy to give her all I had, and enjoy everything she wanted to do to me.

“Jack,” she sighed as we lay in bed, running her fingers up and down my spine. I was curled against her magnificent body, my cock still slick with cum and pussy, waiting for things to fire up again and make some more loving. “It’s been so long…” Read the rest of this entry »

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It was five o’clock; football practice was over, and after the obligatory towel-snapping session in the Boys Locker Room, Johnny Buzzcock reported to the Athletic Supporter’s Office as he had been directed. Mrs. Hanson, the Athletic Supporter of the Stuffville High’s Trojans football team - a.k.a. the Purple Helmeted Warriors - was in her office waiting for him.

“Oh, there you are, Johnny,” Mrs. Hanson said as he waited in her doorway, looking up from her paperwork over the tops of her reading glasses. Mrs. Hanson wore a cardigan sweater that barely contained her ample cleavage. The lacy edges of her black brassiere were visible, and hers was most certainly a well-filled bra. Read the rest of this entry »

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I looked at the Caller ID and saw that it was Mrs. Sherbitz. Smiling, I picked up the receiver. “Thomas? Did I wake you?”

“No Mrs. Sherbitz! In fact, I was just lying here thinking about you?”

She didn’t say anything at first. Then she let her words come out in one big rush. “Thomas! I don’t know what came over me! It’s been so long since any man has paid any attention to me. And when you brought me flowers and kissed me, it was like I was young again! You must think that I’m some kind of wanton woman to have acted like I did! I’m so ashamed! What must you think of me?” Read the rest of this entry »

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“Since it has been nearly three months since chapter 4 of this story was posted, I will give a brief update on the setting here at the start of chapter 5.”

It is the summer after Mike’s graduation from high school. He has been invited to spend a weekend at the college he will be attending in the fall in order to take some tests for an academic scholarship. Gail Cole, Mike’s teacher turned tutor turned lover, has also been invited to the college (her alma mater) that same weekend since she was the teacher who nominated Mike for the scholarship. Read the rest of this entry »

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About the time I was getting ready to move to Utah I had picked up the guitar and was teaching myself to play. I had learned a few chords living in Florida in my early 20’s. I was working at a club as a DJ and had my days free. The guy I was living with had a guitar and country music television, he taught me a few chords and I taught myself the rest. Now in my 30’s I had been playing for a while. When I left California I had just started to get out and perform I public. I’m pretty sure my guitar saved my life during this period. I was depressed and despondent and was grateful to have something to keep my mind busy. Between girls it seems all I did was play guitar. I taught myself to sing but seemed disappointed that there was nowhere to play live in my home county. I was a true porch picker with no one to pick with. So I took to going to the big city, either Provo or Salt Lake to play, but the drive was too damn far to play for only 15-30 minutes. Then I heard about a little town 70 miles to the south east. It seemed the local dentist also owned a restaurant and had a weekly Saturday night jam & open mic. I called and got directions and headed out. I didn’t bring my guitar the first night I really just wanted to check it out but the dentist offered me his instrument and I sang a few songs. Apparently I was better then I thought and more then good enough for them as they extended an invitation to come out and play anytime I wanted. I was in heaven and I made sure drop in with my guitar just about every weekend. I then got asked to play a few of the other restaurants in town and before you know it I was getting pretty good. I had a bout 2 hours worth of material but when you do restaurant work you have to play about 4-5 hours. So I played everything I knew real slow and hope the dinner crowd turned over before I finished all my songs. Read the rest of this entry »

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