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...
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 enjoyi...
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...
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...
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 interes...
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 mov...
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...
“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 grab...
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 j...
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 coc...
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...
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...
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 w...
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 o...
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 surpr...
