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I arrived home for the holidays a day late and as I expected the house was empty as my parents and my younger brother had left early that morning to go to our family s condo in the mountains. As usual we were going to spent the holidays skiing as we do every year. I was home from my first semester at college and had ten days off.
My name is Janine and I m nineteen years old and enrolled in sociology. I m quite petite but athletic with long black hair and a very shapely figure. I spend a lot of time swimming a
The Window Ch. 01
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And then she was gone I heard her climb down. I sat there in a limbo for a long time. My cock shriveled and sticky hung on top of my balls. I knew that something very profound had happened to me that afternoon. I knew that a million questions would come to me why did Madhu do this? Why did I do this? Did I love her? Did she?
But I was too sated to even think about anything for the moment. My breathing was back to normal though it was still deeper than usual. I knew I had to get up the doors were open and my parent would surely come up when they found the breakfast and lunch untouched. I looked down at my penis. It had gone where I had never gone before it had seen from up close what I had only glimpsed. Envious I gave it a slight tap with my fingers. It rolled a bit exposing a skin that was still slick with her and my juices. My fingers with a mind of their own slowly rubbed that slick spot. The slickness spread under the manipulation and I could see it slowly dissolve into the skin – just like a face cream that I used when using my hands. I brought my fingers to my nose – her smell lingered still a million times more desirable than any face cream.
I thought back how it all started. It was the Window that led me into this wonderful and confusing world of love maybe lust. And sex there was definitely sex. I thought how it had all begun.
The year was 1988. A couple of years back I had completed my schooling and was selected through very competitive exams to the computer engineering program in one of the top engineering schools of the country. My parents lived in a large three storied house. The ground-floor (well it is called ground floor in India while here it is the first » Continue Reading
It was pretty warm that morning in August but Dorry thought it would be okay for her to walk across town to meet Susie for lunch. Susie was three years older than Dorry but was one of Dorry’s best friends. She worked for her father in the summer taking orders for the signs they supplied to local businesses. Her father’s shop was on the far west side of town and Dorry’s house was in a neighborhood of ranch style houses on the east side. It was about 3 miles across town but Dorry had walked it before.
Dorry pulled up a pair of hip-hugger bell-bottom jeans over her bikini panties. She fed a wide black leather belt through the loops of the pants and buckled the large brass buckle. Then she put on her favorite bra and a blue mid-riff knit top that showed her flat stomach to advantage. She looked down at her belly-button glad that it was not an “outy” and was nice enough to show above the belted jeans. She sat down and slipped her feet into the leather sandals that lay by the side of her bed.
She went over to the mirror and carefully applied makeup to her eyes outlining them in dark liner applying blue eye shadow to the lids and then black mascara to the lashes. She applied dark pink lipstick to her lips and rubbed her lips together to distribute the lip color evenly before she dabbed her lips with a tissue to remove any excess color.
She took her brush and brushed her long brown hair. It fell softly in waves down her back and over her shoulders onto her chest just above her breasts. She swung her head and watched her hair float around her head and land softly on her back and chest.
Dorry put down the brush and picked up three dollar bills from her dresser. She folded them in half and slid them into the front pocket of her jeans. She walked out to the living room went out the front door and shut the door behind her. She didn’t lock it even though no one was home. Her family never locked the door she and her sister didn’t even have keys.
She cut through the neighbors’ yards to get to the alley that ran behind the Shields’ big three story brick house. » Continue Reading
Breanna felt like the luckiest ex-secretary in the whole world. Staring at herself in the bathroom mirror she just couldn t believe so many wonderful things were happening to her.
A petite brunette in her early twenties Breanna was wearing a very expensive white satin nightgown cut low to show off the cleavage of her luscious high-riding tits. As she whirled around before the mirror her sleek young body was outlined. She knew she looked great.
Breanna honey you ever coming out of there? her brand-new husband called.
I ll be right out Alexander Breanna said.
She felt both excited and nervous. Just a few hours ago she d been married and this was her wedding night. Most girls feel a little nervous on their wedding nights but Breanna had extra reasons. For one she was a virgin. And for another she d just married Alexander Benton one of the most famous and popular men in America.
She was crazy about Alexander but scared that losing her cherry would hurt like hell. But she couldn t put the big event off any longer so she took a deep breath and marched into the bedroom. Alexander was lounging on the king-size bed wearing silk pajamas and sipping a martini.
Sugar you look good enough to eat he said leering at her.
Breanna blushed hard. She d been raised a lady and that meant keeping her virginity intact till the wedding night. It also meant not letting a man know if she was hot for him. She was very hot for Alexander and it was hard for her to act cool as they prepared to make love.
Alexander Benton was in his late thirties and still a terrifically handsome guy. Tall dark and lean he was mobbed by adoring women wherever he went. Breanna still couldn t believe she d been lucky enough to become his wife. But here they were alone together in the master bedroom of his mansion.
You re shy and nervous aren t you? Alexander asked. I like that. I get so tired of liberated women.
He reached out caught her arm and drew her gently down on the bed. Her heart was hammering. From what she d heard about men and sex she expected him to rip her nightgown off roll on top of her and hurt her with his cock. » Continue Reading
It was back when I was eighteen and a cute little thing just into the latter half of my freshman year in junior college. My parents decided to hire me out as a nanny during the summer for this couple out in the backwoods who had three daughters and needed a hand. Not to mention the fact that my parents needed the money. The Wednesday afternoon drive out there with my mom was uneventful and boring and the last ten miles on the gravel road were to say the least uncomfortable. We pulled up to a modest and very rustic looking cabin with a barn not far off on the one side a lush lawn on the front and a ring of pine trees all about the property. It looked like the olden days from the history books at school.
We arrived and a gaggle of little girls came out to greet me and Mrs. Young (really as she was only 28) came out and took my bag. She pretty much ignored me and just spoke to my mom who was a friend of hers so I kind of understood. Mrs. Young and the three girls were all in farm dresses and looked so old-fashioned compared to what I was used to. I went into the house with the girls and shortly after my mom left and Mrs. Young came in with my bag.
Christie you ll be staying on the cot in our room so have Rachel take you in there and put down your stuff.
Obediently and without having to be told Rachel all of eight years old and the eldest of the three girls came over and took me by the hand and led me to the master bedroom. When I went to put down my bag on the cot there was a handmade farm dress laid on the bed as if waiting for me. I was about to ask but Rachel read my mind.
Momma wants you to put on this dress while you re here because Daddy says ladies don t wear pants specially around the house. With that she pirouetted and was out of the room in a flash. » Continue Reading
Zoraya was 20 now and in Russia. She attended each Central Red Army hockey game that her Russian father would take her to. She enjoyed watching a young man with blonde hair and blue eyes. His name was Sergei she had found out his name from a friend and that he was 18. She watched him all the time off the ice too for her family was friends with his.
Sergei noticed Zoraya always watching him studying him. She was gorgeous. He loved her long curly dark auburn hair cascading down to her ass. He loved her brown eyes that when he looked into them he felt tingly inside. She wasn t really Russian he had heard from others. Her family had brought her here from the US. » Continue Reading
I knew it was going to be an insane weekend when Chris started handing out the magic mushrooms even before we were on the Sea To Sky Highway.
“Are you fucking crazy?” Jas said. “You want to drive to Whistler stoned on mushrooms?”
“Well I thought I’d save the E for later but if you’d rather do it now…” Chris said flashing that shit-eating grin of his as we crawled along in bumper-to-bumper traffic.
It was spring break and every student who couldn’t afford to go to Mexico was probably in the same line of cars headed for Whistler. Jas’ parents have a time-share there and he had offered to let us stay there as reward for getting through the better part of our freshman year of university.
The plan was simple: spend three or four days hitting the slopes drinking smoking dope and – hopefully – getting laid. Jas was the only one who was certain of getting laid. » Continue Reading
Rudolf Rheindier is an 18 year old college freshman neither tall nor short fairly handsome and basically slender. He s a guy you won t get into argument with because he s too well reserved. Being still a virgin bothers him a lot. His painful timidity is what holds back his manhood. His excitement when seated beside a girl could easily be smothered by phobia. He can t ask a girl for a date like his peers.
Inspired by a movie he saw that making wishes can come true he embarked on a wishing spree on just about anything he thought could fulfill his wish. He even made a wish to a frog once. Please make girls think of me like a stud and make me prove to them that I am so his wish goes.
One day he looked at himself in the mirror stark naked. Not bad he says examining his dick then stroking it to hardness. What he lacked were muscles. » Continue Reading
Joanna sat outside the principal s office. Again. She was convinced that the chair was starting to get an imprint of her ass. Principal Foster opened the door and rolled his eyes when he saw her.
What have you done this time Miss Stevenson? he sighed as he motioned for her to enter his office.
Nothing she said with her usual disrespect. It s not my fault that all the teachers have it in for me.
So during your time at this school you ve done nothing to upset anyone?
That s right. Everybody s too fucking touchy.
Let s see Principal Foster got her file out and read out loud. Vandalism vandalism disruption disruption vandalism disruption truancy disruption truancy… Need I continue?
So what? It s not like I m one of the little start students who are going off to university.
No but you might want to be able to get a job when you leave school.
I don t need a job. I ve got money.
Oh really?
Yeah when my dad died we got a huge insurance payout and I never have to work unless I want to.
Principal Foster sighed. The girl was 18 and clearly didn t want to be there so he didn t understand why she just didn t drop out and leave him in peace. He looked at her. What a shame she was such a little bitch. That tough exterior softened when she didn t think anyone was watching. There was even a smile on her lips. As she stretched her neck to look out the window he got a view of how big her young tits were. Surely not… He felt a stir in his pants. He hadn t done it for a long time. When he was younger it worked a treat but now? He was 38 and married with 3 children. Could he really pull it off one more time?
Joanna looked back at him and glared into his eyes. Yes. He was definitely going to do it one more time and it was going to be sweet.
Joanna he said sternly. I m going to contact your mother now.
Whatever the teenager replied lazily as her principal dialled the phone.
Mrs Stevenson? Principal Foster here. Yes Joanna is in trouble again. I m afraid the only alternative we have left is expulsion. What s that? No I can t let her stay on and finish her schooling I simply can t. She s too disruptive. » Continue Reading
Naomi paced nervously back and forth in front of the movie theatre. Her friends had finally convinced her to try a blind date and now he wasn’t here. They had even talked her into wearing a tight little v-neck t-shirt and those khaki pants that rode a little low on her hips. She had never understood guys’ fascination with midriffs but it obviously caught the eye of more than a few of the people entering and leaving the theatre. She soon grew tired of being ogled and gave up deciding to head home since it was only a 10-minute walk anyway.
In her haste she turned and ran straight into him and would have fallen if not for his arm being there for her to grab onto and his hand appearing at the small of her back. Simple black dress pants led up to a button down shirt. He stood a few inches taller than her smiling thinly and meeting her gaze with piercing ice blue eyes. It took her a moment to compose herself and realize he was speaking to her. “Wha-?”
“My apologies ” he repeated in a soft baritone voice. He spoke with a slight accent possibly Spanish. “Are you alright?”
“Yes I… um…” She was still a bit distracted from the encounter.
He smiled that winning smile at her again. “You must be Naomi. My name is Alex. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He punctuated the statement by gently taking her hand in his and softly brushing his lips across her fingers. She swallowed nervously and smiled back blushing slightly.
“So shall we go inside?” He rested his hand on her hip as they walked to the ticket booth. She was glad she was wearing the midriff shirt now so she could feel his warm hand on her skin. She tried to collect her thoughts quickly. She had managed thus far not to gain a reputation as being easy and didn’t want to spoil it. Still she couldn’t deny that it felt nice and it was just a friendly gesture anyway. Gentle pressure on the small of her back let her know he was leading her into the theatre to see… she didn’t even know what movie he had bought tickets for. Oh well.
She eyed the sign above the theatre doors curiously. It was one of the new romantic ones choc full of mushy dialogue and steamy sex scenes. What was she getting herself into? Well her friends wouldn’t have set her up with this guy if he was untrustworthy and he seemed really nice so far. He seemed to sense her anxiety and gently kissed her cheek causing her to giggle nervously.
They entered the theatre. Not many other moviegoers were present today. He picked a semi-secluded row and they sidled over to their seats. His hand brushed lightly up her back and rested on her shoulder as she sat down causing goose bumps to scamper up her spine. She almost asked him to move his hand but it wasn’t really all that bad. It was just a friendly gesture. He smiled at her again his thumb gently rubbing back and forth on her shoulder. Those eyes… She barely even noticed the movie starting up. » Continue Reading
I had just graduated from high school. High school had been a fair academic success but a huge social flop. I had been to two parties and had three dates each with a different and somewhat discouraging girl. It did not help being poor and not so attractive. The girls liked the guys with cars and cash even if they might be short in the looks department. If it hadn t been for certain well-known men s magazines I would never had discovered what girls looked like.
I was riding my bike home from a summer job when I heard a girl s voice calling my name. I stopped and looked around then I heard my name called again. I noticed a girl from my math class Brittany Felucci standing behind the hedge that ringed her back yard. I pedaled over to her and asked what she wanted. She asked a few questions about my job and my college plans and I asked her similar questions. She was a cute girl a little heavy but with a pretty face and soft dark hair. I knew that she was intelligent also because her math tests often had higher scores than my own.
Do you want something to drink Sam lemonade or pop? she asked after we had talked for a while.
I was thirsty from work and talking. Sure I said.
Come into the back yard and I ll get us something. She turned away toward the house. I wheeled my bicycle into her yard and sat down at a picnic table. Brittany appeared with two big glasses of lemonade. I took a sip and discovered that the drink was made from real lemons and tasted great.
This is really good I said. I drank some more.
Thanks Sam I made it myself Brittany replied smiling.
You really know how to make it well I tried a couple of times but it never tasted like this. Brittany was pleased with the compliment so I managed to slip in a few more as we chatted. She was so nice a girl.
We finished our drinks. Do you want more? she asked. I told her that I could drink another half glass. Come with me into the house she said and I followed her in carrying my glass. » Continue Reading
It was my first day on the job the first day of my year in industry for my degree course and though it may seem strange I knew no-one in the company the job had been arranged by the college. All I knew was the company was a publishing house I had to report to a Mrs. Fenner and that I was to be working as an editors assistant my course tutor in Reporting had said that the job would be an eye opener I hadn t understood the wink he gave when he made the comment. So here I was at the address I d been given I was two hours early and the reception was locked there wasn t even a security guard in sight and I wondered how long I d have to wait for some-one to come along. An hour later I was relieved to see a body moving around through the tinted glass of the doors tentatively I rang the bell there was a rattle followed by a click and a rattle then the door swung open.
Yes? a rather dishy female of about twenty-five asked.
Uh I faltered I m starting work here today and am supposed to report to Mrs. Fenner.
I see she smiled you d better come in.
I followed her into the reception to my surprise there were no pictures or covers on the walls that would give a clue to the type of publications the company did but I had to admit that the reception was made up to relax a person. The woman went behind a glass topped fronted and sided reception desk opened a book read an entry and looked at me.
Your name? she asked.
Andrew West. I replied moving closer to the desk. » Continue Reading
Back in England when I was much younger in 1959 they had these huge working men s clubs and every year they would get up several bus or train trips to the coast.
Well one time I went on a train trip to the coast with several other young guys who were the same age as I was. Being as most of us had just barely reached the age of being able to legally drink we foolishly spent money on acquiring bottles of wine.
We toured the seaside town and like idiots we ignored food so by mid afternoon we were on the beach drunk out of our minds. Looking back I m certainly not proud of what we did but we were young and foolish. The group split up later in the day and most of them decided to get closer to the train station before it was time to get the return train home.
In my drunken wisdom I stayed on the beach and fell asleep then of course I missed the return train home. The first thing I did when I awoke was to be sick and the next thing I did was to buy coffee and the third thing I did was to seek advice from the info desk at the train station. » Continue Reading
I had been working in this place a body rub parlor in an apartment off Columbus Avenue in Manhattan for a couple of months. For one-hundred dollars you could get a sensual massage on your backside then a frontal massage complete with what we called the happy ending . It was quick money and in another week I d have enough to split for Hollywood and set myself up in an apartment. Then after a couple of well-placed blowjobs to the right people hopefully I d get a part on a series or one of the dating reality shows. But I still had another week of pulling cocks before I had enough.
Anyway like I said I d been there a couple of months and I d serviced all types of guys–businessmen college students professor types. And I d seen all sorts of bodies–tall short fat skinny even a few well-built guys who were really hung. But the one thing they all had in common was that I never gave a shit about any of them. Just a dollar sign I talk nice pull their dicks and get them out the door. Except for this one guy.
He had made an appointment an hour earlier. » Continue Reading