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The Woods

StoryTeller — Thu, 20 May 2010 23:15:38 +0000

For hours, Scott sat in his dorm room, hashing away at his physics homework. Finally, after finding one error near the start of his lab report that meant redoing fully nine-tenths of his subsequent calculations, he felt like going mad. At that moment he decided to leave and take a stroll in the park.

Somehow, it was just not his lucky day, and he took a wrong turn, because instead of returning to the rear of his campus by the dorms, he found himself standing in front of a waterfall.

The waterfall was fairly short, about twenty feet from the [read more...]

The Professor

StoryTeller — Thu, 13 May 2010 14:55:34 +0000

I take my profession as an educator seriously. I feel that I owe my students more than the mere contents of a History course. I feel I owe it to some of them to impart some knowledge of life, as it really is outside of the classroom. Because of this avocation, I have feasted on the firm, taut, nubile flesh of freshman coeds for years.

At 45, still fit, with salt and pepper hair, I’ve been a college professor for nearly 20 years, and in that time, I have sampled the hungry mouths, the milky breasts and arousal-hardened nipples, the [read more...]

Homework

StoryTeller — Thu, 13 May 2010 14:47:52 +0000

Homework – Part I

Anne carried her load up from the laundry room. Even though all she had on was a tank-top and a pair of ragged shorts, she was dripping sweat. The dryers in the dorm laundry room were supposedly vented outside, but it was obvious that most of the heat they produced stayed in the laundry room.

If the dorm were coed, Anne wouldn’t have worn the cutoffs; they weren’t really decent, having more than a few rips that revealed what she didn’t wear under them. They were comfortable, though, and in the nearly empty halls of the [read more...]

Discipline At Ridgemont High

StoryTeller — Thu, 13 May 2010 14:44:41 +0000

The PTA of Ridgemont High was fed up with the use of crack, pot and coke among the students. At each meeting, the teachers complained about how difficult it was to control their classes. Teen-age sex was also rampant. What were they going to do?

Mrs. Stanley, the PTA president, presented a solution. “Discipline,” she said sternly. “Good, old-fashioned discipline. A whack on the butt. More formalized public spankings. It worked in my day. It will work today.”

The teachers and the parents agreed.

The town council had never passed a rule outlawing corporal punishment in the public schools. The [read more...]

I Always Used to Hate Harps

StoryTeller — Thu, 13 May 2010 14:37:42 +0000

Disclaimer: The following story contains naughty bits. If you are under 18, or if this has somehow wandered onto the K12 net, STOP READING NOW. Do not, I repeat, do not email it to all your friends. And for God’s sake do not make a printout of it and distribute copies all over your school. I mean sure, it’ll be cool and all, and you’ll probably have lots of new friends, and you’ll probably even get lots of dates which will lead to numerous nights of hot, sticky backseat passion, but like, you could get in big trouble. Cause I [read more...]

The Great Adventure

StoryTeller — Thu, 13 May 2010 14:33:17 +0000

CHAPTER I

I’m was staying in a hotel in Princeton, NJ while registering for classes at Princeton Univeristy when I noticed a small petite woman at the ice cream counter located next to the pool. She was suggestively eating a vanilla ice cream cone. Dressed in jeans, a tighly fitting t-shirt that showed off the treasures that mother nature gave to her in abundance and seemed to be equal to a set of measurments equal to 38C-30-34. I knew I was onto a good thing since she was there the afternoon before and was obviously alone, like me.

I started [read more...]

Frat Party-2

StoryTeller — Thu, 13 May 2010 14:30:46 +0000

Saturday night and the usual routine in the house. The pledges were getting the kegs ready in the basement and I was setting up my room for a night of pleasure. As the night progressed the basement filled up pretty well. The girls were mostly freshmen and sophomores, these were the ones not yet conquered. I cruised around the basement, talking to a few friends here and there, and then I saw a girl that made my jaw drop. She had brown hair about shoulder length, green eyes and a fabulous body. She was wearing a blue blouse and a [read more...]

Frat Party – 1

StoryTeller — Wed, 12 May 2010 15:31:26 +0000

I want to relate a story from my college days. It concerns a night I spent with my girlfriend at a fraternity party. Her name was Cathy, and she was pretty as a picture and as horny as anyone I’ve ever known. Cathy was about 5′6″ and 115 lbs. She had bleached blond hair, blue eyes, and a killer figure. She was a little on the flat-chested side, but had the greatest ass you’ve ever seen.

We went to a frat of one of my friends for a party one Saturday night. We spent most of the night drinking grain [read more...]

Case History #89 The Sexologist

StoryTeller — Wed, 12 May 2010 15:28:34 +0000

Recently Elise, a new client visited me and started describing her problem. She told me that she was a sex education instructor who was teaching young adults, generally college students, who were sexually inexperienced and who needed guidance.

She had given several lectures using text but it was when she began showing explicit sexual scenes on film that her problem started. The film was a silent movie which depended upon her continuing commentary to provide understanding of the scenes to the viewers. Pictures of the sex organs were shown and described by her. The picture of the male’s penis always excited her for it was exceptionally large and had [read more...]

Therapy

StoryTeller — Sun, 09 May 2010 15:00:09 +0000

THERAPY

Rachel climbed the stairs of the university’s Behavioral Sciences building to finally arrive at her office on the 6th floor. (And I thought being a grad student would get me some respect,) she thought sarcastically. The corner nook the department liked to call her “office” was hardly 10X10 feet in floor space and crammed with all sorts of books that the regular profs didn’t seem to want. If nothing else, it was comfortable. She had found room for a fouton that served as a couch during appointments and as a bed when she stayed there to chip away at [read more...]