Vixen’s elderly World History teacher was Professor Ivan G. Wainmoor who had a Ph.D. from a Midwestern college that no longer existed and was the long-time head of the history department as well as a respected member of the faculty council. He had been at Seaside for more than twenty years and could do almost all of his lectures from memory. He gave the same exams year after year, and any student who did not acquire a cop...

Vixen sat in the front row in Mr. Valpor’s English class listening to him discuss Mark Twain and local color. She took notes and between times sucked on her Bic pen, keeping her pouting lips wet and soft, showing him her tongue tip now and then and enjoying the dampness her vagina was generating. She was “in heat” and she knew it. Estrous it was called in the animal world. She noticed that he was wearing a wide wedding ba...

Vixen’s art teacher was a young man with a beard, a neatly trimmed red beard. He was fresh out of grad school, and this was his first position. He was hoping for tenure and then for a better job at a bigger and more prestigious school. He was not married and lived very frugally. The first time he saw Vixen as she entered his classroom, his genitals quivered. He wanted her. But, of course, he knew the rules; she was off li...

Vixen had four subjects on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and on the first day of classes she got to all four on time and before the sessions were over, she made sure each of her teachers knew her name. It was not hard since the slight redhead with the big boobs was wearing her skin-tight jeans and a skimpy t-shirt a couple of sizes too small. The biology lecture had really interested her, and she looked forward to the lab...

Vixen had four subjects at Seasisde U. on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and on the first day of classes she got to all four on time and before the sessions were over, she made sure each of her teachers knew her name. The biology lecture had really interested her, and she looked forward to the labs. The English course was involved writing a research paper and that, she feared, meant a lot of work, but the teacher was young...

After a year of pornographic movie-making at her father’s upstate New York studio, Vixen had a fat bank account, a used convertible, bruised thighs, stretched nipples and a sore anus and flabby vagina. She was disappointed. She had thought making porn movies would be exciting,. It was not. She had dreamed that some Hollywood agent would see her work and offer her a test. None did. She had met some interesting women and a...

Vixen stepped down from the school bus, extending her long leg clad in skin-tight two hundred and fifty dollar designer jeans, and a slim foot wearing lizard boots that cost twice that much. Her pussy still steamed from the pawing her father had given her that morning, while she ate her breakfast cereal, massaged his cock and watched the climax of his latest porn flick on the kitchen TV. He just loved her tits, for which...

“There must be some mistake,” the pretty girl said as she stood in the middle of the dorm room looking at the thin boy wearing just his Jockey underpants. Two suitcases and a old brown dufflebag were at her feet and a tennis racket in her hands. Bill grabbed his khakis and pulled them on, bouncing on one foot. “I guess so. Let’s go see the RA.” He picked up his shirt and followed her to the elevator, admiring her slim bod...

When my father offered me the chance to work in his office for ten bucks an hour, I jumped at it. It was a lot better than cutting lawns and it was air-conditioned. The other benefits were unexpected. I was seventeen that summer and had just finished my junior year of high school and done well on the SATs. I needed money for college. Dressed in chinos and a clean polo shirt, I rode to work that first Monday and listened t...

I spotted her walking in front of me from the subway and enjoyed the roll of her hips and the bounce of her ponytail. We entered the building and the elevator together. “Looking for work?” I asked her. She was fresh and young, really lovely. I felt my cock squirm. She nodded. “Interview.” I handed her my card. “Doesn’t work out, come see me. Tenth floor.” I got out and she stayed on. She was as tall as I am, at least in h...

At her “sweet 16” birthday party my sister’s friends got together and gave her this very realistic dildo. I mean it’s realistic if you think there are some foot-long cocks out there. The thing is huge and pink, curved like a banana and made of stuff that really feels like skin. And it has a big set of balls in a wrinkled sack as a kind of handle, a suction cup and a head that looks like a helmet. I found where she hid it...

I swear my cock felt like it weighed ten pounds. It lay fat and thick in my right hand, and I bounced it up and down as I stared at my luscious sister sunbathing in our backyard. Smack, smack, smack. She was getting ready to go to the beach next week with a bunch of her fellow seniors and determined to get rid of strap marks for her new Vickies’ bikini, a real reason for a hard-on. I stroked my blood-hot prick, played wit...

The headmistress had warned me that I might be getting a visit from a committee of upperclassmen so I was not surprised when three very pretty young woman came to my door while I was still unpacking. I invited them in, and they sat on my bed since there was only the one chair. I shook hands with Gail, Scott and Tiffany, and they smiled at me. I was shocked, well at least surprised, by how short their skirts were as well a...

I was trimming around the gardens when Mr. Newburger came out and beckoned to me. I walked over, trying not to smile. I had made a cuckold of him a half-dozen times with his trophy wife, who was one hot fuck, but I had only met him once before. He stuck out his hand and said, “Need a favor.” I waited. “My ex is getting married and sent me my kid. Might be permanent, damn it, lawyers are working on it. Anyhow, she can’t dr...

Melissa Moore was the smartest girl I ever knew, at least before I got to college. She was one of those kids who crawled out of the crib reading her picture books. She was so smart, but she didn’t flaunt it, she just got her A’s and smiled. So I was surprised when she came and sat across from me at lunch when we were both juniors. She was a very pretty girl with a rapidly maturing body, fun to look at and think about, and...