Cute Girls

The seduction of Kerrie, unlike most of my seductions, was not premeditated. But it was a seduction nevertheless. Make no doubt about it.

My husband and I have known Kerrie for over eight years. Our nephew and her son played on the same T-Ball team together. Paul had ended up coaching the team when our brother-in-law was called out of town for a couple of months on a temporary job assignment and the drunk Kerrie was married to at the time couldn’t make it to practice because of the flu.

As the boys grew they continued to be part of the same or competing teams first in baseball then basketball and finally football. We attended a lot of our nephew’s games and were around when Kerrie divorced drunk No. 1 and married drunk No. 2 and finally got rid of him to. For such a lovely, bright lady, she sure as hell couldn’t pick anything but losers to married. (more…)

Brad Wilcox looked across the classroom, making sure that all of his first year biology students were keeping their eyes on their own papers. Today’s test was the final of the year and this exam was the one on which most of the kids tried to cheat. Fortunately, everyone seemed to be doing his or her own work today. It had been a good year, a good class and he was almost sorry to see them go - something he rarely felt about first year biology students who were taking the course simply to fulfill a requirement. (more…)

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The young schoolboy lay back in the bath, entirely relaxed. The hot, steaming water enveloped his firm, slender yet muscular frame, the white foam making little islands of his knees, his slumbering penis and his head as he lay back, closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

Jonathan could still feel a tingling running through his body from the morning”s encounter with Lucy, the daughter of his father”s new fiancée. It was the first day of the Christmas Vacation – his last ever Christmas vacation while at school – and his father and his father”s soon-to-be-bride Emma were at work, leaving the two young teenagers at home. (more…)

It is that time of year again. Last year was my first visit to “the grand party” with my then “male companion”. This year, I am told that I am allowed to invite a new attendee of my choosing to involve in the festivities. I am so excited as I dial your number to ask if you wish to join me this year.

You answer the phone and I begin by simply saying, “How would you like to try something a little different?” “There is a party this Saturday night that I attended last year and I think you would really enjoy it. It”s something unlike anything you have ever experienced and I can”t tell you much about it, but I promise that you will enjoy yourself.” (more…)

As usual, I was running late. Commuting forty miles to work and laying brick six days a week tends to get a little tiring. So, last Friday night, I was ready to kick back, eat take-out, and relax with a few cold ones over a ball game on TV. It looked like a spring storm was on the way, so I was hustling to get home. Keeping the house after my divorce had set me back financially, so I needed all the work I could get. I was concerned with how I could afford to send my daughter to college next year. She was still living with me, but had her sights on attending the state university. That would require me to borrow more from the bank and keep the old truck running for another year too, I figured. (more…)

My 19 year-old girlfriend, Kerry, and I had developed the wonderful habit of getting au naturel in the high dunes of a local public beach during a summer home from college. Whilst we were working at our town’s holiday camp – a central complex of bars and restaurants surrounded by rental caravans, chalets and mobile homes – we had an encounter in the dunes with two of a girls’ netball team who were staying at our camp and playing in a nearby tournament. I wrote of our first encounter last month – see ‘The Netball Girls’ (Exhibitionist&voy) (more…)