Carole’s Holiday

    She was climbing the school steps with about five minutes to spare when her slut friend Jill came over. Hi Carole. You look tired,” she said.
I’m not tired,” she replied as she told Jill about her morning. I’ve got myself really horny wondering whose shafting my mum, and I haven’t had time to bring myself off.”
I thing I can help you there,” grinned Jill. Come on, we’ve just got time to get to the toilets.”
As they both squeezed themselves into the one stall Jill said, Drop your knickers,” as she rummaged through her bag.
What are you looking for,” hissed Carole. We don’t have time for anything.”
We have time for this,” said Jill, as she drew what looked to be an egg attached to a wire from her bag. I got this Mail Order. You stick it in your pussy and it’s attached to this control box so you can increase the vibrations. I’ve tried it, its brilliant.”
As Carole inspected it, she could still smell her young friend’s pussy on the plastic. Yea, I can tell you’ve tried it,” she laughed. Ok put it in for me.”
Jill knelt down and rubbed the egg over Carole’s pussy lips that were already slippery with her juices. As Carole bent her legs slightly, Jill pushed the egg firmly into her cunt. It’s in,” she said as she lent forward and licked Carole’s clit, just as the school bell sounded. Shit,” they booth said together. Quick, pull your panties up and that will hold the wire in place.”
Jill then tucked the small control box into the back of Carole’s knickers, switched it on to low, and smoothed down her skirt. Perfect,” she said. Lets go.”
The vibrations in her pussy were delicious. She found that by rocking slightly in her seat, the movements of her knickers over her clit, combined with the vibrations were enough to bring her off. She came once in geography and twice in maths. Fuck she thought, anything that can make maths pleasurable, has got to be good.
At the break she was standing in the corridor with Jill and some of their friends. How does it feel,” whispered Jill so no one else could hear.
Fucking brilliant,” replied Carole. My knickers are soaking.”
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 Baby Bambi

    I sympathised with my daughter, Candy. Her father was way too restrictive with her. She was fifteen, and boys were asking her on dates. I understood John’s point and shared his concerns as well. Candy wasn’t ready to make mature decisions about her body, sex, and picking what boys were good and which ones were not. Candy is a sweet kid. We named her right, but she has no idea how sweet she looks to the opposite sex.

Candy still has a child’s frame, but a woman’s body has grown on it. She has full size breasts, a tiny waist, and full hips; the classic female hour glass, only scaled down. She stands four foot ten inches, weighs eighty-eight pounds, and measures thirty-two, sixteen, thirty-one. Those would be respectible measurements on a full-sized woman like me, but on Candy, they look positively voluptuous. With her full mane of auburn hair, big green eyes, and pearly white smile, she has no idea how sexy she looks.

She’s not exactly an airhead, but she’s no Rhode’s scholar either. Gullible, naive, easily led, easily influenced, and overly-trusting do come to mind. She adores male attention and sucks up compliments like an industrial shop vac. Candy doesn’t know how to play the game, and I can’t bring myself to talk about back seat ball games. I still haven’t told her about the birds and bees. The right guy, saying the right lines, could round the bases and slide into home with his first time at bat.

She needs a big sister, or a father who doesn’t break out in sweats around her. It’s not the sweats so much, it’s the erection he gets that causes the sweats. Candy has noticed his problem.

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 Angie in Heat (part four of series)

    She approached her parents’ bedroom door silently, listening to the grunts coming from within. She clamped a hand over her mouth to smother a giggle before she found the door ajar. She crouched lower and inched close, being careful to not bump it and risk being found spying.

The lights were dim, with only one of the bedside lamps on. Her father was sitting against the headboard, legs spread, with her mother kneeling and bend over between them, working her head up and down on his cock. The grunts were coming from him. One of his hands was holding a clump of her mother’s hair in a fist, and every few dips of her head, he held her there for a few seconds.

Stop,” he said, pushing her away and getting up onto his knees, guiding her a bit roughly to turn around. He spread her ass cheeks and pushed his cock into her. She whimpered a little.

Angie forced herself away from the door and hurried to her room, jumping into bed. Under the covers, she slipped off her panties and pressed her fingers against her clit, feeling the slickness that had already worked its way over her pussy. She rubbed herself to an orgasm that was far less satisfying than she would have liked, sucked the wetness from her fingers, and fell asleep.
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 A Lady’s Best Friend

    “Jean, Could you take care of Max for me for two weeks, while I’m gone?” Karen, my friend and next door neighbor asked me. We have been friends for four years. Her beautiful golden retriever, Max is a very well behaved dog, and I didn’t hesitate.

“Sure, I’ll keep him. He’s a honey, and so well mannered. I’m sure he won’t be any trouble. Max and I are old friends.” I told her.

“He’ll be good, and a real delight to have around. He sure knows how to bring out the best in me. I’m sure he will be a real pleasure to you.” Karen said with a smile, accenting ‘real’. I wondered at her comment for a moment then forgot it.

She brought him over and gave me a key to her condo so I could get his food and vitamins. I put his favorite rug in one corner of the kitchen and he seemed content to lie on it. I took him for walks, and he heeled, and obeyed every command I gave him.

I have a computer bookkeeping business that I run out of my condo. I’m home most of the day. Almost all of my business is done on the computers or an infrequent phone call or visit from a client. My time is pretty much my own.

The second day, I had just stepped out of the shower and I heard sirens and loud engine noises out front. The shades were up and I went to the living room bent low, to stay below the windows, and was on my hands and knees looking out the window when I almost came unglued.

Max had come up behind me and stuck his cold nose against my bare bottom. Just as I turned my head to look at him I felt his long tongue lick against my pussy. My knees went weak and I barely managed to yell “Max, stop that!” He backed off and looked startled. The expression was so sad I felt bad.

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