Tommy stared out the class room window, his mind a thousand miles away from the from “Silas Marner”, the seventh hour literature assignment for the day. His reverie was shattered by the sharp crack of Miss Parsons’ voice, “Tommy, will you please pay attention, I know this isn’t the easiest assignment, but please try to keep your mind on the subject at hand!!!” “Yes ma’am,” he mumbled, while again turning his gaze to the blue cloud filled sky. Mercifully the bell ending the period rang, and twenty eight juniors shuffled out the door and off to their next class, all that is except Tommy, who was detained by Miss Parsons before he could make his escape. “Sit down please,” she asked, while motioning to the seat in the front row, “now you haven’t been yourself for over a week now, and I want to know if there is anything I can do to help you?” Tommy, now feeling more miserable than ever, just shrugged his shoulders and mumbled, “There’s nothing anyone can do.” “Well,” she replied, “I want to see you in here after school and we’ll see if we can get to the bottom of this, now off to your last period class!” Hurrying down the hall, Tommy thought, “Christ, that’s all I need, meddling by a dumb teacher!” He barely made to his eighth period social studies class and thankfully, for the next fifty three minutes his mind was off his problem.
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At exactly 3:45pm Tommy entered Miss Parsons’ class room where he found her busily correcting some papers from the day’s assignments. She had her head downand didn’t realize he was there, so he cleared his throat, startling her a little, but she quickly regained her composure and said, “Good, I’m glad you made it, now maybe we can get to the bottom of this, please sit down,” while she went over and closed the door. Returning to her desk, she sat down, leaned forward and asked, “Now, Tommy, tell me exactly what’s been bothering you, your grades have slipped, and you’re not paying any attention in class!” “Well, Miss Parsons, I uh, well, I don’t know exactly where to, I mean……” “Now how am I going to help you if you don’t tell me what your problem is,” she asked, “so, let’s get down to it, what is bothering you!?!” “Well, it’s Cheryl, my girl friend, you know her right,” he stammered? “Yes, I know her, she’s a lovely girl, what does this have to do with her,” asked Miss Parsons? “Well, she’s afraid to, I mean, she wants to but when she saw it, well……..” “Tell me, what is she so afraid of, Tommy,” she demanded!?! “Well, we both want to do it, but she’s afraid to,” replied a red faced Tommy! Miss Parsons was now getting the picture and said, “Oh, I see, Cheryl thinks she’s too young, and isn’t ready for sex, am I right???” “Uh, no, not exactly,” Tommy stammered on, “she wants to all right, but well, she thinks I’m too big for her!” Miss Parsons smiled at the embarrassed lad and replied, “That’s understandable for a young girl Tommy, they’re so inexperienced that the first time they’re very afraid!” “It isn’t that Miss Parsons, she says I’m freak, and no girl will ever let me, you know, do it with them,” he almost cried! “Nonsense young man, I’m quite sure that you are a normal young man who is letting the ravings of an inexperienced young girl get the better of him,” scolded Miss Parsons!!! He shook his head slowly back and forth, and replied, “I don’t think so, she seems pretty sure about it!”
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We all do it, masturbate that is, every day for some, once a month for others, but a recent poll said that 90% of all the women in the U.S. masturbate and the other 10% are liars! Now, being a very liberated lady of the 90′s, I admit to having an on going love affair with the middle finger on my right hand, but unlike the very unpredictable male, my trusty middle digit is always ready, it’s never tired, it never wants to talk when it’s over, and best of all, it doesn’t think of me as a slut, or at least I think it doesn’t! I’m thirty two years old now but I still manage to get off with my own hand at least once or twice a week, that’s fourteen years of pleasuring myself when I felt the need arising! What was strange about this very natural phenomena was how I learned to do it, or should I say who taught me how to do it. Back in 1980 I was just an innocent girl of eighteen and my sexuality was just beginning to emerge, like most girls my age, no one had ever taken the time to explain anything about the feelings that were racing through my body. The only person I could talk to was my best friend Nancy, and we told each other everything! You could just about be sure that if Nancy was around, Valerie couldn’t be far away!
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“Hey Val,” Nancy whispered, “I found some of my dad’s magazines in the basement last night, you gotta come over after school and see them, they show everything!!!” “Really,” asked Val, “everything!?!” “Everything,” Nancy shot back, “meet you at my place at about four o’clock, nobody’s gonna be home then!” For the rest of the day Val thought about the magazines in Nancy’s basement, finally she would get to see what all the fuss was about! So far she had heard some pretty wild stories, some of them totally unbelievable, well at least she hoped so, but anyway, today would be the day she found out for herself, she could hardly wait!!!
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Maureen O’Connell strolled leisurely down the pier, taking in all the sights and sounds that surrounded the departure of a luxury cruise ship. A native New Yorker, Mo had spent the last several days cruising South Beach and enjoying the Miami sun, and boy, this was living, the middle of February and the temperature had been hovering in the mid 70′s! As Mo walked past her, the Molly Dee gleamed sparkling white against the azure blue Florida sky, all 790 feet of her! The brochure that her travel agent had given her didn’t do the big liner justice, she looked absolutely fantastic! Mo had been planning this trip for over a year, and now that it was here, she could hardly believe it, so after lugging her suitcase on board, she was met by a the purser, a pretty young woman, who looked at her ticket, handed her a detailed map of the ship, and informed her where her cabin was located. “Two flights up,” Mo mumbled out loud, while she rode the elevator to the promenade deck. Walking down a long corridor, she stopped at cabin 328 and tried her key, and after the tumblers moved smoothly, the door swung open and she was in her room. She was supposed to have a berth partner, but it looked like no one else had been in the room, so Mo selected the bed that stood under the porthole. She was gazing through the window when the door opened and a vivacious woman of about thirty breezed into the cabin. “Hi,” the woman said, while dumping her luggage on the other bed, ” my name’s Veronica Stuart, but everyone calls me Ronnie!” Mo, extending her hand, introduced herself, and asked Ronnie if she cared about which bed wanted. “Nah, either one’s fine with me, by the way,” she went on, “did you get a load of the purser, what a knock out!!!” Mo nodded her head and added, “From what I’ve seen so far, all of the crew, including the captain are women, there won’t be a single male on board for the whole cruise!” “Alllll—right,” said and enthused Ronnie, “a whole boat full of lezzies, I can hardly wait!!!”
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While indelicately put, what Ronnie had said was exactly true, this was a cruise that was put together for bi or lesbian women! There were to be no men on board at all, so that if the female guests wanted to, they could roam the ship entirely in the buff, and while overt acts of sex in public were discouraged, Mo had heard from other ladies who had previously taken the cruise, that on more than one occasion they had personally seen some serious pussy licking taking place at the pool! Mo was a pure lesbian, and at twenty five had had more than her share of lovers, but just the thought of being around four hundred like minded women, well, it kinda took your breath away! Ronnie was busily unpacking her bags and putting her clothing into the dresser, when she commented, “I hope I don’t have to wear much of this stuff for the next seven days!!!” Mo laughed, and concurred with her high strung room mate, and went about the business of putting her own things away. After they had finished with their clothes, Mo offered, “Let’s go down and watch the boat pull out of port, they say it’s pretty exciting!” Ronnie looked at Mo, and said, “I have a better plan,” while she stripped off her flimsy sun dress and exposing a very voluptuous body. Mo licked her lips, and slowly disrobed, her nipples hardening when they hit the air conditioned air of the cabin. “My, my,” commented Ronnie, “what a sweet little body you have,” while she absentmindedly reached down and began running her finger in and out of her by now soaking slit, “I just love seeing a woman naked for the first time, it’s so much fun to see a fresh pussy, don’t you think!?!” What Mo thought was that brazenness of Ronnie, and her natural openness were making her own vagina wet with desire!!! Ronnie had big tits, probably a d-cup, and Mo had always been a sucker for a big set of jugs, especially when they were attached to someone as pretty as Ronnie! Mo was naturally a fem, and took orders easily, and while Ronnie was obviously also a fem, she was much more aggressive than Mo and would take the dominate role in their relationship. Sensing this, Ronnies sat on the edge of the desk with her legs splayed wide open and said, “Come to mama and make her clitty feel good!!!”
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In 1815 Virgina, the rules were hard and fast, to be obeyed without question, however, as we are about to see, not all rules are applied with equality. What is good for the goose, is not always good for the gander! John and Catherine Smith, a very religious couple, had a small farm about three miles outside of Kirkville, Virginia where they were raising their three children in the traditional puritan upbringing. Rachel the oldest of the three, was the apple of her father’s eye, and the first of the Smith family to be born in America!!! Both John and Catherine had high hopes that their eldest daughter would marry and have a family of her own right in Kirkville, and being a bright and very beautiful girl, Rachel should have had her choice of any of the fine young Christian men in the area, but alas, she seemed to show no interest in any of them, and this confounded her parents no end, and no amount of coaxing could persuade her to take up with any of the available beau’s. When ever her mother brought up the subject, it always ended the same, with Rachel running to her room and slamming the door, which effectively ended the conversation!
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Having just turned eighteen, Rachel did have an interest in boys, it was just that she wasn’t interested in any of the ones her parents deemed appropriate for her. She wouldn’t have been caught dead with any of them, and the thought of spending the rest of her life with one of those dullards, well, it was enough to make a body cringe!!! Rachel was a high spirited girl, and she was attracted to like minded men, that is, those that seemed to have a zest and love of life. The only one she had ever met that made her tummy tie up in knots was Robert Walker, the son of divorced parents! That was enough to make him almost an outcast, and surely put him out of bounds as far as marriage was concerned, but Rachel didn’t care, Bobby was who she wanted, and Bobby was going to be who she would get!!! For over a year now they had been meeting at the far end of the pasture, down by where the river ran slow and gentle. Hidden by the trees, the two of them had spent the last twelve months getting to know each other, and as is wont in these cases, getting more intimate with each passing day. At first Bobby was afraid to touch Rachel’s hand, his shyness making it hard for him to even look her in the eye! Over time, however, the two of them forged a bond that began as friendship, but evolved into love. From the first kiss which had Bobby shaking so hard he missed Rachel’s mouth and kissed her nose, to the first intimate caress, a now much more assured Bobby, cuppd the full bosom of his lover through her blue summer dress. Two young lovers learning about each other’s bodies together, taking their time, enjoying each step as they awakened to new and exciting experiences. They had progressed by now, to the point that when they would meet, they would quickly shed their clothing and take a dip in the warm river water, frolicking and enjoying each other’s company, and while they had not consummated their love, they were taking a great chance that their sacrilegious behavior would be discovered and that they both would be severely punished. Their luck seemed to be holding as no one ever came to that part of the river, so they played in the water, their young bodies free and open, while reveling in their young love. While they were sunning themselves on the sandy shore, their eyes closed, holding hands, and naked as the day they were born, they didn’t even notice the small two man skiff that was floating past them on the slow moving river. If they had, they would have seen Ben Barker and Hank Flowers poling their boat within thirty feet of them, their mouths hanging open in stunned silence at the sight of the two naked teenagers. So when they finally dressed and returned to their homes, they had no idea of the deep trouble they had gotten themselves into!
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Ryan pushed the heavy cart containing at least on hundred books down the narrow library aisles, stopping occasionally to return the volumes to their proper place. To most people rummaging around a bunch of dusty books and periodicals would be a chore to be avoided at all costs, but Ryan was different, he loved the feel of the books in his hands and the aroma of old manuscripts filling his nose, but especially the wealth of information found like buried treasure between the sometimes frayed covers. He was only eighteen, but already he knew what he wanted to do with his life, go to college, major in library science, and become a curator for some large research library. He wasn’t interested in checking books in and out, or sending out past due notices to tardy borrowers, no, he wanted to get into old manuscripts, first editions, and rare writings from days gone by. For now, though, just being able to work at something he truly loved was enough for him. He glanced at his watch, and said to himself, “Five minutes to closing, I better get hustling, it’s gonna take at least an hour to get all these put away!” Working at a quick pace, Ryan was almost finished restacking, when it happened, standing on the short step stool needed to reach the upper shelf, his foot slipped and he came tumbling to the floor, landing with a loud thud!!! The force with which he had hit the floor had been noisy enough that the head librarian, Miss Vance had heard it and brought her running. When she got to him, what she found was an unconscious Ryan, with blood trickling down his forehead.
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Miss Vance practically ran to the rest room and wet a towel with cold water and rushed back to Ryan. When she got there he was trying to shake out the cob webs, but his head was pounding, and he was still too shaky to stand up. Miss Vance gently dabbed the blood from his brow and asked, “What in the world happened Ryan, you just must be more careful!?!” Ryan tried to stand up, but slipped back to the floor, only to be caught in Miss Vance’s arms. “Don’t try to get up yet,” she ordered in her usual stern voice, “just lie back and relax for a few minutes!” Miss Vance was a very strict and formal woman, about fifty Ryan guessed, with a manor that bespoke respect and decorum. No matter the weather or time of year, she always wore a white blouse, a medium length skirt, and a ladies blazer or jacket, usually gray or dark blue, while sometimes to add a little color she would wear a gay scarf around her neck. With her black hair pulled back in a severe bun, and her erudite personality, it wasn’t easy to carry on a conversation with her, let alone have any type of interpersonal relationship, but right now he was as close to Miss Vance as he ever had been, and in his hazy mental state due to his fall he wasn’t exactly sure what was happening. Although she wore unrevealing clothing and acted cool and aloof to her employees, Harriett Vance couldn’t disguise the fullness of her body which was dominated by a large full chest that she tried to keep hidden from view! On more than one occasion Ryan had caught himself staring at the twin mountains that were stuffed inside the heavy wool blazer, only to look away quickly when he realized she had detected his voyeuristic game. Now lying in her arms, shaken from the fall, and with her boobs just inches from his face, Ryan reached out and caressed the bulging softness beneath the thick coat!!! If he had been even slightly in control of his faculties, he never would have chanced it, but the lure of the massive chest was too much for him to bear. Now, the really strange thing about all of this was Harriett Vance’s reaction, which in fact was no reaction at all! She could tell that the young lad was totally out of it, and well, the touch of his hand on her chest did indeed feel wonderful, so what would be the harm in letting him have a little fun if he wouldn’t remember it anyway, and besides, it had been a very long time since anyone had made her chest feel so good!!! After several minutes of groping, Ryan began to regain his senses, and after making sure he was well enough to walk, Miss Vance sent him on home before she finished restacking the books and then went home herself!!!
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It was so hot and sticky, Angela was sure that the other riders of the bus could smell it as well. Her cunt, her pussy, her quim, call it what you liked, but at this very moment Angela’s vagina was leaking like a dripping water faucet! Now if she had worn panties, well then maybe no one would have noticed, but Angela never wore panties, because, well because she was what in polite circles they call an exhibitionist! At this very moment Angela had made eye contact with a middle aged man who was seated across from her, and with barely flickering eyes she dropped them nonchalantly to her lap, while casually spreading her legs, giving him an eye full of inner thigh and closely cropped pussy fur! His eyes went from her crotch back to her face, but he immediately knew that she wanted him to look, just by the smirking little half smile that crossed her lips. He wet his lips with his tongue, glanced around to see if anyone else was watching, and then let his gaze fall to Angela’s nether region and for the next five minutes he stared at the plump brown haired slit, only taking his eyes off it to see if anyone had discovered his furtive activity!!! When they were almost to Angela’s stop, she shifted her weight slightly and flexed her cunt muscles, causing her lips to bulge in and out, separating slightly to give a glimpse of her pink crack. Angela thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head, so she smirked at him again and gave him one final pussy flex for good measure! She then closed her legs, stood up to exit the bus, and while giving him a lilting, “Have a nice day sir,” breezed past him out the door and onto the street.
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Walking the two blocks to her office, Angela could feel her lips sliding back and forth against each other with each step, and if should would have concentrated on it she could have easily induced an orgasm, but she wanted to wait until she had a chance to have one while she was showing herself to an unsuspecting stranger! In her office, Angela went straight to the rest room and went into a stall and wiped the dew off the outer lips of her pussy, while shuddering when the tissue nicked the tip of her swollen clitoris, causing yet another spate of nectar to flood from her pussy. The door to the rest room swung open and Angela heard some one entering as a familiar voice called out, “Is that you Ang?” “Yeah, Jackie, it’s me, come on in,” replied Angela to her good friend Jackie. “What are you doing in here,” scolded a laughing Jackie while taking in an eyeful of Angela’s exposed vagina. “Just doing a little house keeping,” answered a grinning Angela, as she continued daubing at her nether lips while Jackie lifted the hem of her own dress, giving Angela a peek at her own naked vagina. Each woman then put a finger inside the other’s pussy and fingered it vigorously, and since each of them was sopping wet to begin with, they brought each other to quick hard orgasms, kissing deeply while their fingers whipped over each others clits. After making sure no one else was in the rest room with them, they quietly slipped out of the stall and headed back to the office, with very satisfied pussies indeed!!!
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