Category: at school

My Wife Fucks Her Old Classmates

My wife Debbie had received an invitation to her high school reunion, it was to be held in a small town in Florida. We thought it’d be fun to see how well her old classmates were doing so we planned to attend.

It was interesting to watch Debbie getting ready, she was all nervous and tried on at least 10 different outfits before deciding on a short black body clinging knit dress, black stockings and heels. Even black panties, and bra. Her red hair had been freshly styled and she looked great!

Debbie was by far the best-dressed and best-looking woman there. A well-dressed black man approached Debbie; he had a broad smile, “Remember me?” he asked.

Debbie hugged him tightly, his name was Terry and they’d been school chums back in the old days. Debbie and Terry talked about their senior year, recalling the senior prom. Then soon another black guy approached, and I watched as she hugged him like an old friend. Then the three of them continued to reminisce about prom night and high school happening.

To my surprise their conversation came around to after the prom and the fact that several of the guys had gone up to a lake where a beer party was being held. Apparently Debbie and Terry had gone there but they ended up in Terry’s car making out and soon they both were naked in the back seat.

My jaw dropped when Terry recalled how he had enjoyed seeing her tits and red hair-clad pussy. He went on to say that he had just about gotten half way in her cunt when someone had shown a flashlight through the car window. It was a Sheriff.
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Learning How to Give Head

When I was a senior in college in the 60’s, several of my friends and I let a girl practice her blow job technique on us during a road trip. Jane was a freshman. Earlier in the year she had lost her virginity to one of my friends. He thought he was in love with her at first, but then he got tired of her. Bill told me that he had tried to get her to blow him several times, but he just could not talk her into letting him put his cock in her mouth. She was cute. She was a little plump in the ass, but she filled out a pair of bell bottomed jeans perfectly. I had no trouble believing Bill when he told me that doggy style was her favorite position. She had nice round tits. She dressed like a hippie and she never wore a bra. Jane lived in a sorority house, but even after she and Bill went their separate ways, she would occasionally come over to our apartment to party. Several of us tried to get in her pants, but Bill was the only one that ever succeeded.

For spring break in 1966 we decided to go on a road trip to Florida. Six of us piled into a VW bus and headed out. We did not have much money, but we had a lot of smoke. At the last minute, Jane asked if we would give her a ride to meet some of her friends who had left a few days earlier. It was fine by us, because she offered to help on gas money. We all kidded her and told her that she either had to pay for the gas or put out if she was going to ride. She blushed in embarrassment and told us she had plenty of money. Our plan was to drive non-stop and we figured it would take two days.

When we left Minnesota, it was snowing and sleeting. We could not wait for some warm weather. By the second day, we had driven to where the weather had warmed and everybody started stripping off cold weather clothes for shorts and T-shirts. We stopped for gas at a truck stop early on the second day. The sign advertised showers and Jane informed us that she was going to shower. While we waited, we toked up the hash pipe and got stoned. When Jane emerged from the showers, she was dressed in a pair of short white shorts and a cropped off T-shirt. Everybody had an instant hard-on. I could see the outline of her bikini panties beneath her shorts and I was sure she did not have on a bra. Things were looking up.

As we headed out, we offered Jane a hit from the hash pipe and some wine. It was not long before she was completely stoned. She had to lean up over the back of the front seat to hand off the pipe to the guys in the front seat. Every time she bent over the seat, we had a good view of her ass and her tits were clearly visible beneath the cropped off T- shirt. I was convinced that she knew she was giving us a show and was enjoying it. I finally gathered enough courage and asked her to show us her tits. She giggled and raised her top exposing her tits. She immediately put her top back down, but nobody was going to let her get away with that.
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Extra Help

She was an uncommon beauty. One of those rare individuals that seem to have it all. Her name was Tiara, a senior in my British Literature class. She had recently moved to the States from her family home in Brazil. And I for one was glad. She moved down the hall of our high school like a dream, turning the heads of all the underclassmen and most to the male faculty. She wore the most proactive outfits, the shortest of skirts that revealed her milk chocolate thighs and tight half shirts that showed off her flat stomach and a very sexy bellybutton ring.

Despite all of her physical advantages, she still was struggling with my course and the English language in general and she was a regular visitor to my desk with questions about this author or that meaning of a word or phrase. I looked forward to these visits. I understood the danger of my infatuation but I could not help it, nor could I control it. I was under her spell. Her sensuousness was consuming me.

I found myself singling her out when I roamed about the room offering advice on some writing project or the other. Kneeling at her desk pointing out trivial mistakes. It was all a ruse to be near her. Her perfumed hair intoxicated me. It fell in washboard-curled waves over her shoulders, caressing her skin as it went. It aroused sexual feelings in me that my wife had not awakened in years. I found myself getting an erection as I knelt next to her. I had no control. None. I was lost. I had to have her. The job be damned.
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Off Campus Fun

“Oh, c’mon! You can study tomorrow. Saturday nights are for parties. You, of all people, should know that!” That would be my friend, Molly. She’s one of those people who won’t take no for an answer, and this time, she wanted me to come to a party with her. If only I had known what I was getting myself into by letting her talk me into going out.

“Alright, I’ll go. Just give me an hour to finish typing this paper and change clothes, and I’ll go.” This is the point where I should probably give you some background information on myself. I’m nineteen years old and attending a small, private college in the Midwest. I’m one of those tall, thin girls with not much in the boob department, but I’ve been told that my ass makes up for it. Guys are constantly smacking it or telling me how good it looks. I do have a boyfriend, and did at the time of this story. (As a side note, he does know *most* of what happened that Saturday night.) Now, on with the story.

Being the kind of person who puts fun before work, I naturally decided to put my paper off until the next day. I spent the hour straightening my hair and squeezing into my tightest pair of pants. Figuring the party would be hot, I put on a tank top and was ready to go.
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The Student The Counselor and the Librarian

It had been a bad evening. Dinner with Brad and the worst argument of their relationship. A really bad evening. Bad enough to make Lisa think she should swear off boys! When Lisa arrived for school the next morning, after her doctors appointment, Joan was quick to track her down before her first class started.

“Lisa, could you please come into my office for a few seconds?” Joan asked her in the crowded hallway. Together, they retired into Joan’s guidance office, the one without any windows to the outside. Joan closed the door behind her, without locking it.

“How did it go?” the guidance counselor asked the sexy teen, trying to keep any hint of concern out of her voice.

“Stop worrying, Joan.” Lisa answered, “The tests were negative. See, I knew there’d be no problem.”

“When you’re eighteen, that’s an easy assumption to make.” was all Joan could reply.

“Besides, ” Lisa said with that flirtatious, seductive tone her voice could take on, “I just loved the visit. They always give me special treatment there.”

“Really?” said Joan, settling back into her chair behind the desk. “And all for free? That’s one nice doctor. I ought to go to him.”

“Yeah, you ought to. And his receptionist is pretty cool too!”
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My High School Teacher

I consider myself to be a bright and intelligent kinda girl. When I was in High School I thought that it was a joke and never did my homework. My second to last year I had to retake a science class in order to graduate. This is where I met Mr. Phillips (name changed for protection.) and this is our story.

I felt so stupid going into my fourth period class because I was an 18 year old stuck with a bunch of immature 15 year old freshmen. The first day of class I was late, and my teacher Mr. Phillips gave me a warning telling me that if it happened again that I would get a detention. He didn’t really intimidate me, and I shrugged off his warning and sat in my seat. I am about 5’5 and 110 pounds, and I loved to dress in a sexual way. My boyfriend Mike was a senior too, the captain on the track team and also the football team, but he spent more time with the guys than with me. I didn’t really care because I was looking for someone else to fulfill my needs. All the guys in my school are so immature, and even the college guys weren’t able to satisfy me. I thought about this as Mr. Phillips began to take attendance. I looked around to see who was in my class when he called out my name.

“Samantha Jacobs?” He repeated it twice.

“That’s my name” I winked at him.

“I see that you have quite the sense of humor Ms. Jacobs, but please don’t let in interfere with our learning.”

“I will Try Mr. Phillips, but I can’t promise anything.” I smiled and watched for his reaction. He smiled back and sat down in his seat and began to lecture about what was going to be covered throughout the year.
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Showering With Cheryl

Cheryl had been my best friend since I joined the cheerleading squad at State College. We would go to the mall together, watch movies together, and study together, you know, just about everything.

Cheryl was about 5’9″ (I was a wee bit shorter), and had a figure that bespoke ‘Modeling Career Here’. I’ll admit that I wasn’t nearly as attractive, but the guys I dated never seemed to think so.

Anyway, Cheryl really surprised me one night after an exciting football game. We had gone back to the girl’s locker room, and I decided to get a shower before we decided what to do for the evening. Once I was nude and under the hot spray of the shower, I got very relaxed. I closed my eyes and stood there, feeling the heat soak into my tired muscles.

I was broken out of my bliss by the sound of another shower head turning on. Cheryl was standing at the next nozzle, rinsing her hair. I was surprised to see her buck-naked. Before, we had always pulled curtains between the showers for privacy.
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Truck Driving School

Hi, my name is Arvin, I’m 6’4 245lbs with blue eyes, brown hair and a good tan body. My story starts in May of 1997 I was in Indianapolis, Indiana at C1 truck driving school learning how to become a truck driver. The day I arrived at the school I meet my teacher he was a pretty nice guy and he informed me that I would be sharing a hotel room with two other students. I said ok and headed to the hotel to get checked in and it was a nice hotel it had a in door pool, bar, and a restaurant. I got checked in and went to my room once there I meet my roommates and they seemed to be ok guys so I got unpacked and settled in. Then I went down by the pool to hang out there were a few people down there and come to find out they were all students of the school. As we talked I looked up and saw her and my mouth dropped she was 5’4 100lbs she had blonde hair, blue eyes and a body that was completely perfect. When she came down she sat down next to me and introduced herself she said her name was Jenny and she was from Georgia.

I told her my name and we begin to talk then I decided to go for a swim so I went to my room and changed. When I got down to the pool Jenny was gone so I got in the pool and swam a few laps. I was swimming to one end when I heard a splash at the other end and when I turned around I seen Jenny coming up out of the water. She had a red and white bikini on and she looked amazing her tits were so perfect then Jenny swam down to me and grabbed me until she could grab the side of the pool. As we stood there talking I realized how easy she was to talk too and we both really enjoyed each others company. The next day we all went to class and at lunch time Jenny wanted to go with me to get something to eat so we walked to a dinner that was close to the school. After school had let out for the day I was going to walk back to the hotel when Jenny yelled for me so I stopped and she came running up to me and asked if she could walk with me I said sure and we headed for the hotel.
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Michelle at College

Being a drunken, puking, insecure, naive mess freshman year of college, I at least was able to date a girl a year older than me who was also a drunken, insecure, chain-smoking, sex-addicted mess. She certainly was not naive, though. And this is how she made me a little less so.

I wasn’t even planning on spending time with her that night. We were in a confused stage in our relationship; I had come home from winter break, during which she’d gone through some problems and sort of ignored me. Since then, we’d reconciled and were hooking up over and over. But our relationship had just degenerated in to random fucking. I didn’t care at the time, because she was sexy–black hair, pale complexion, blue eyes, thin. She listened to metal music and was flunking out of school. Just what I needed. Let’s call her Michelle.

I was hanging out in a friend’s dorm room, drinking, when she called. She asked me, slurringly, to come to her friend Andrea’s party. There was some creepy guy there hitting on her and she wanted to be with me. I guess I should have felt touched, but I was kind of annoyed. She started backing down, saying “fine, fine Adam, you don’t have to come, I’m just drunk.” But I said I’d come. Her friend’s boyfriend came and picked me up and drove me over to her friend’s trailer home (yes, it was a trailer home). Being a guy, I know that in the back of my mind I was really thinking that I could at least screw her that night, and that would be fun.
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The After School Special

“How do you think he’ll like this one,” Jenna asked while leaning over and giving her big tits a little shake while settling them gently into her low cut bra? “Good grief, Jen,” Holly replied, “do you wanna just turn him on or give him a heart attack?” Jenna looked at her reflection in the full length mirror that hung on the back of her bedroom door and replied with a giggle, “I haven’t decided yet, can’t you just picture the headlines in the paper, “Man Dies From Too Much Tit”, now that would sell some papers.” The two eighteen year olds roared with laughter at the prospect of Jenna’ s boyfriend actually passing out at the mere sight of seeing her 36DD’s filling the low cut pink bra, but Holly was thinking to herself that it was more than just possibility. “Toss me the while one,” Jenna asked while slipping out of the pink one, “do you think I’m getting fat, my butt seems a little bigger than ususal?” “Oh, please,” Holly quickly shot back, “you’re perfect and you know it.” “I wouldn’t say that,” Jenna replied while hooking the catches on her next bra, “but as long as Jeff thinks so, that’s all tha really matters.” (more…)