Jackie called Greg and they set up a time for her to come over on Tuesday… he said it would be a whole different group of guys than before. Maybe one or two familiar faces, but she shouldn’t expect to recognize anyone.

All day at school for two days it was all she could think about… she didn’t even mind that her gorgeous black teacher was nowhere to be found. Still out “sick”, trying to figure out what he was going to do. She noticed the change in Ned of course, and heard some intriguing rumors… but she really wanted the men who would take charge of her body more than anything. Not these boys that were all over her school. (more…)

“This is another adventure of Rachel, the slutty star of two of my previous stories “A Rich Slut In Hooker Alley” and “Rachel Becomes A Cum Dump”. ”

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Briefly, Rachel is a rich, spoilt slut who is addicted to sex, as filthy and dirty and nasty as she can get. To that end she acted as a prostitute and starred in a hardcore sex film. The last we saw of her was being left stark naked in the heart of the night in a ghetto and a gang of youths advancing on her. Now over a month later no one has seen or heard of her since….. (more…)

David and I were spending the weekend with Tim and Angela at a cabin owned by Tim’s dad. That morning, Angela and I went for a walk and she told me that Tom and Kristen would be here this afternoon and that Tom was bringing his video equipment.

David and I had participated in some soft swings with Tom and Kristen so when Angela mentioned the video, I knew something was in the works. That’s when Angela put her arm around me and said she was glad we had had an opportunity to share some time together before they arrived. As she spoke, I realized her arm around me was more than just an affectionate hug and I must have blushed because she turned to me and said, “I hope my affection for you is not a turn off. You are really very attractive but I want you to be my friend more than anything.” (more…)

She put her hand on my shoulder. She wouldn’t lean over to look at the screen. That would show too much interest. She was trying her best to appear detached - perhaps even mildly bored. I clicked the mouse to bring up the next image.

“You’re so photogenic.” I looked up at her from my seat in front of the computer to see her reaction.

She studied the photo for a moment. In the photo, she was sitting on the sofa with her legs pulled up to her chest smiling at the camera. The smooth white skin of her thighs was exposed above sheer black stockings with a ruffled garter. The short red satin and black lace negligee was pulled partway off one shoulder exposing a nipple. The photo was a study in contrasts. The smile said “wholesome”, the stockings said “naughty” and the rumpled negligee said “fuck me”. How could any man be so lucky and still want more? (more…)

Amy stormed into her dorm room and threw her books on her desk.

“Damnit, I’m freaking failing this class!”

Her roommate Carey looked up at her, wide eyed, from her computer.

“What class is it?” she asked, eyeing her rather angry friend.

“Stupid Computer Science! I fucking hate it, but I need the stupid credit!” Amy snarled, her voice sharp. “The professor sits up there, all high and mighty, and thinks that we can ‘magically’ understand all of his geek speak. I mean, come on, we’re not all geniuses.” (more…)

Charlotte was a senior in high school and I was a junior in college. John and I met her and her girlfriend Martha while they were catching some rays on the beach. They were wearing skimpy bikinis that nicely accentuated their shapely female treasures. Charlotte had short blonde hair, blue eyes, a friendly smile and the body of a gymnast. Martha was darker and taller with long shapely legs and well formed tits. We struck up a casual conversation and asked them if they wanted to go out that evening. When they found out we were football players, they said OK as long as it was all right with their parents. Charlotte and Martha were both cheerleaders, had “boyfriends” back home (football players of course) and came to the beach every year with their parents. We stopped by about 7, did the mandatory Eddie Haskell thing, grabbed a bite and went to a local nightspot for some dancing. (more…)