Debbie Does DECA, Day 1
In high school, Debbie had originally joined DECA in order to get out of school early. That way she could drop by Brad’s and ride his cock, to her heart’s content, before his wife got home from work. Then it would be off to work, as a cashier at a local supermarket. Before she knew it it was time for her DECA group to attend state competition. Three days of boring tests and dumb role-playing exercises, but the great thing was there were thousands of teenagers there all looking for a good time.
The first night, there was an opening ceremony, that just dragged on. Debbie’s mind stared to wonder, as she came out of her fantasy, she noticed the guy beside her. He wasn’t that bad looking so she decided to have a little fun. She placed her hand on his knee and after a squeeze [ ...continue reading "Debbie does DECA" ]
This is my recollection of The Revolution. Not the sexual revolution as such, but the real revolt of the human animals against their keepers, those who passed the millions of laws to protect us from ourselves and to enslave our soul, spirt, our very humanity.
I have the luxury of having discovered, in the ruins of Chicago, the Morgue of the Chicago Sun Times newspaper. With not much else left to do I have been reading through the archives of daily and Sunday editions to help me relive the past 35 years.
What memories there are. My most exciting time was Fat Tuesday 1998. I can still remember how the entire city of Boston cast aside the latest church edict and experienced a pagan celebration the likes of which was never equaled. I was in Lexington, on the green at Breeds Hill and I was one of many who helped fire that [ ...continue reading "Come Time – Chapter 1 – Around the World the Hard Way" ]
Jim walked into his classroom the first day of classes, and promptly turned around. Everyone was a girl! He began to think that he was in the wrong place, so he left the room – or tried to at least. The teacher called after him, “Can I help you?”
Jim shrugged as everyone in the room looked right at him. “I’m looking for room 306,” he said.
The teacher, a pretty TA, waved him in. “Come in,” she said. “This is it.”
Jim walked in, and shuddered as all of those eyes watched his every movement. As he walked up the stairs, he made eye contact with a few of the girls who stared at him. About halfway up, he noticed one girl who had the eraser of her pencil in her mouth. Her eyes never strayed from his, as she snaked her tongue around the red eraser, her saliva causing it to [ ...continue reading "Classroom" ]
Donna became a regular visitor that summer. Her husband, Steve, was teaching summer school, and gone all day, and Donna was lonely. In addition, she talked to my Mom, and hired me to do yard work at their house. I was not yet driving, so my mother would drop me off at Donna and Steve’s house on the way to swimming lessons, and Donna would bring me home afterward.
Between the visits to our house while the rest of the family was gone, and the visits to her house to do “lawn work”, we had ample opportunity for sex. And it was wild! Donna was imaginative and almost insatiable. It was a good thing that I was young and full of stamina, otherwise I couldn’t have handled it. She was also blessed with a pussy that generated huge amounts of juices, so there was never a problem with lubrication… otherwise [ ...continue reading "Carrying On" ]
A summer day somewhere in the foothills of So. Calif. At a girls school, by the swimming pool, Three girls were relaxing in the sun. All three were clad in bikinis which didn’t leave much to the imagination. They all had figures that were worth showing off, well formed breasts, but not too excessive, slender waists and broad hips, but none of that fattiness in the abdomen that can look so bad on a girl. Margaret and Helen were slightly taller than the average 21 year old girl, standing about 5′ 10″- but Leslie was shorter about 5′ 6″, however she was the older of the bunch-23, and to be a senior this fall.
Suddenly, a clang of metal interrupted their sunbathing. They all looked towards the hills where the sound came from.
“Hey what’s going on up there?” asked Margaret. “I don’t know”, answered Helen. “Looks like they are putting up [ ...continue reading "Bedtime Story" ]