I was 18  year old boy in 1966 and boy was I naive….

We had a neighbor lady named Jean. She had a husband by the name of Everett that was a nasty foul mouthed hick from the sticks. Growing up all of the kids in the neighborhood hated the guy. My mother and Jean were pretty good friends and Jean would tell mom how nasty Everett was and how he was always treating her like dirt.

In the summer of 66 he was killed driving a truck loaded with blasting powder, I don’t know whether it exploded or not but the kids in the neighborhood were talking that it had. ??????

Jean didn’t drive so my mom would take her places, shopping, paying bills, etc. I enjoyed driving and was willing to drive anybody anywhere. Jean was asking mom to drive her places a lot and since she had other things to do, mom would ask me.

After about two weeks of driving Jean around we got pretty well acquainted. She was 41 at the time and seemed as though she was a lot older. Not now!!!!!!!!!

One evening after taking her to the drug store and bank she ask me if I wanted some ice tea. I said I did and went into the house with her. She made a lot of small talk about a lot of things I don’t remember but she did ask me if I would give her my opinion on something. I said of course. She left the den and went into another part of the house and returned a few minutes later wearing a baby blue short nightie with ruffled panties. They were the bloomer type panties. I was a little shocked to say the least and even with the ice tea right there, had the driest mouth in the world. I could have spit cotton. She ask me if I thought she was pretty and I could say nothing other than un huh! (more…)

It had been a hard day. The drive home didn’t hold any hope for much better. The freeway traffic stopped and started in the usual spots, but tonight it was going especially slow. John kept punching the buttons on his car radio in a futile effort to ease the frustration of the traffic. No luck. His mind drifted to his new friend, Karen. He met Karen on an airplane last month. They hit it off immediately and started dating. Tonight he was going over to her place for dinner and spend the evening. The traffic was causing him to be late. More buttons. More traffic. Finally he came to the exit that led to Karen’s house. John arrived at her house a half hour late.

He rang the bell. Karen answered with a smile. John saw she was wearing bib-overall shorts and maybe nothing else. Beneath the denim was only Karen’s soft skin. He could see her shoulders and gentle outline of her breasts before they disappeared under the denim. She had cut her hair short, shorter than his. He admired her new hair style. He explained about the traffic. Karen assured him she understood.

“Take off your shoes John,” She said and left the doorway foyer and disappeared down the hall. Even though he had seen her breasts before he looked for her breasts as she turned but the denim did its job. John felt a tinge of an erection.

He took off his shoes leaving them near the door and followed her trail to the hall.

“I like your new hair cut,” He said.

He turned to go down the hall when he saw her. Without smiling Karen said, “Time for your enema.” In one hand she was holding an enema bag slightly above her breast. In the other hand she was holding a nozzle vertically. A white tube formed a parabola connecting the two. (more…)

Being an H2 enthusiast who has been that way for years, it has always been my desire to find mate who was attracted to my desires and wishes. It has been long and arduous search up until about seven or eight months ago. I happened to be on line and looking for that fantastic E mate when I started looking around in my area once again to see if there were any women candidates that I might find. Searching under H2E and the other unmentionable word, The “E” word that AOL seems to eliminate on a regular basis, I came across a woman who was just looking for a boyfriend that was not going to be a hanger on and a sloppy lover in the long run. She is a Professional in the business world and was looking for her desires to be met. Well, by chance, I decided to IM her and talk to her and see if she might be a candidate, but no mention of the big “E” word at all. We talked for several weeks and then I was invited to call her on the phone at her Hotel and talk to her. She felt fairly comfortable with that since she traveled in her job, just as I do in my job. (more…)

Paul had a raging hard on as he drove home, reliving what had transpired during Thanksgiving dinner. Paul was new in town and had only met a few people. He had no family nearby and was grateful that his friend Mike had graciously invited him to his home to share dinner with him and Linda. He was glad he wasn’t all alone this year.

He had arrived on time, bringing a bottle of champagne for his hosts. The meal had been delicious, but there seemed to be some kind of tension between his two hosts.  They barely looked at each other, and there were several periods of awkward silence. It was after Mike had made a petty little comment about the mashed potatoes being “a bit lumpy”, that Linda had slammed down her fork, stood and excused herself then disappeared into the kitchen.  Mike had smiled sheepishly at him and then also excused himself.

Paul had sat there for a few moments sipping his champagne wondering if maybe he should leave, not wanting to interfere with whatever was going on between these two. His attention was snapped back into focus when he began to hear what seemed to him like flesh being slapped. Paul was a gentleman and just couldn’t stand by while a woman was being abused. He stood and went to the kitchen door. It was open just far enough for him to see exactly what was transpiring inside but not enough for his
presence to be noticed.  His groin stirred as he took in the scene before him. (more…)

 Since it is your birthday next week, I have decided that you should have a special experience to celebrate it.  I have arranged for you to spend a few days at a spa in the mountains of northern Nevada.  They specialize in the care and pampering of ladies from around the country, and due to their remote location, are not hampered by restrictive city ordinances.  I shall escort you, my darling, and will be available for your companionship at all times.

   “If you are finished with your packing, my darling, I will take your bags to the car and we can be off.  The flight leaves in less than two hours”   Finally boarding the Boeing 757 for a flight to Denver, and then transferring to another flight to Jackpot, Nevada, we settle back into the gray leather first class seats.  Sipping a glass of chilled wine as we continue to climb through the cloud layer to our final cruising level of 35,000 feet, you ask me, “Where are we going specifically, and what is this ’special present’ all about.”  Smiling, I tell you it is to be a bit of a surprise, but that I think that you will enjoy it very much.

   Later that afternoon, the wheels of the plane touch down at Jackpot with a chirp, and we roll to a stop at the terminal.  Getting our single bags, we are met by a driver just outside, holding up a white card with our names on it.  “My dear, the driver will take us to the lodge, located in the town of Rowland.  It is about a 45 minute ride from here.”

   Continuing up the sinuous, winding road, we finally come around a bend and slow to a stop in front of a massive and elaborate set of double doors.  Our bags in hand, we pass through the doors to find ourselves in the courtyard of a modern, single level house of some sorts. A wooden bridge leads to the front door, as the ground drops to a lower level.  Beyond the first part of the house, another section or wing extends off behind some trees in the rear.  “I know you expected to find some log cabin out here my love, but not something transported from the pages of Sunset magazine!” (more…)

“Steven! - Steven ! my little munchkin come here to Nanna. Goodness how you have grown. Each year you get taller and look at those big shoulders and those muscles. Steven you are a young man now not the little boy I have been tutoring for the past four years. You are eighteen right Yah ??”

Nanna carried on hugging me and kissing my cheek just like she used to do when I was smaller. She had called me munchkin since I first came to Russia. A sort of endearing loving pet name.

My father was the Russian Ambassador ’s assistant stationed in Leningrad. I had not seen him since last summer when I came to stay for my holidays. I have been doing this every year since my parents split up. Mother didn’t want to come here anyway and reluctantly allowed me to see my father twice a year Summer holidays for a month and Easter break. I was tired of being shuffled around between my mother and father each trying to influence me to stay with one or the other. I loved them both, but I sometimes wondered why. They were both so busy every time I was with them I might just as well have been in school or in another world. I was an only child and went to a private boarding school in Vermont. Visiting with my parents was supposed to be the highlight of my vacation time. It wasn’t. We had been playing this game of tug-of-war for over four years now, and I was eighteen. I would moving out when I got home.

I liked Russia and had made a few friends and that was another thing. I was taught Russian by Nanna my tutor who came to the consulate house for an hour a day three times a week. My Russian was becoming understandable and I was becoming quite fluent in the language, enough so that I could converse with my friends .They would joke with me about the beautiful tutor I had since I first started taking lessons. Nanna was now twenty three years old and very beautiful although I really never saw her that way. She was just my teacher. We had an elderly cook and housekeeper in the consulate building, but it was Nanna who seemed to be more in charge of me, at least when I was thirteen and fourteen. My friends were always teasing me that there was no way I could be taking lessons from such a beauty and not be turned on by her. I was eighteen and what did I know about such things ? A boy’s school is hardly the place to learn about the opposite sex. The closest thing we ever got to sex was in our biology classes, jerking off in the showers or in bed after lights out. (more…)

The last day saw Jeannie and Paul getting ready to return home to their respective spouses. Jeannie was now worried about the whip and cane marks which criss-crossed her whole body. It would be almost impossible to hide herself completely from her husband until they all disappeared.

Of course, Paul had a few more final installments to conclude our story.

He had Jeannie dress for him: of course stockings and suspender belt; short black pleated skirt and white blouse. He allowed her to wear a skimpy bra, but no knickers, in fact she could barely remember which day she had last worn them.

Jeannie was kneeling on the table as he had directed her when Paul came in. She was bent over and he flipped her skirt up over her bare bottom to reveal her stocking clad legs framed by her black suspenders. He traced his finger up her crack slowly. Jeannie shivered in anticipation. (more…)

Gynecological exams always made me very nervous. There was always that element of vulnerability that seemed almost overwhelming. A few times it was even enough to make me skip my annual pap smear. I think most women have the same feeling prior to an appointment. You can be the sexiest, horniest, and most desirous creature on the planet and there is still something very unnerving about getting on an exam table without any clothes on, throwing a sheet over yourself, and hiking your heels into stirrups so some stranger with cold, gloved hands can stick his fingers up inside you while you just lay there and pretend to be so very interested in the strange little designs in the ceiling.

I had been trying to prepare myself for this encounter once again. I nearly skipped it to be quite honest. I took a very hot shower prior to my exam; scrubbing myself to a literal squeaky clean, clipping my pubic hairs down short across my mound and shaving smoothly from my clitoris down on both sides of my labia. I stood for a time in front of the floor length mirror looking at my body after I had put on deodorant and brushed my hair and teeth, admiring my body a little and trying to develop some semblance of self-esteem as even the thought of an exam made me feel intruded upon and foreign unto myself. (more…)

You feel naked and scratchy under your short skirt. It’s weird being shaven. You haven’t felt like this since you were twelve, and it’s all because of your perverted husband. He invited a friend over to watch the fight. One thing led to another… Before long you were sucking Al’s cock and your spouse was trimming your pretty bush.

He was careful not to nick you, caressing your labia in the lather and drawing the blade across your sensitive skin till every little curl was history. After you were naked, he sat and admired you for awhile, his friend still holding your ankles high and wide as he thrust himself deep down your throat. Then he licked you a bit, delighting in your smoothness and the new feel of your bald little pubis as he tongued your moist creases and mouthed your vagina’s sweetness. He nibbled at your clitoris, rolled it under his lips till you screamed into Al’s loins. Your kneeling attacker only took your suck all the harder as your husband rose to disrobe. Naked now, his cock wagged erect and mean looking.

He knelt again to enter you. It slipped into your freshly shaven pussy and bumped your cervix again and again, slid in and out your wet tightness till he came. He grunted, spurting against your womb and bringing your own orgasm as his ejaculate filled you to overflowing. The cock in your mouth came as well, streaming salty squirt against your tongue and thrusting wildly halfway down your throat as its owner mumbled and whined. His stickiness ran out around his shaft and dribbled warm down your chin. Your husband withdrew his now limp shaft, watched affectionately as his spew trickled from your still spasming pussy to run wet down the crease of your ass and pool on the sofa’s coarse upholstery. (more…)

Melinda was having a blast during her time with Jason. She was constantly being surprised by the unusual love making places he could find.

Several of the girls Melinda worked with and even her best friend had tried to convince her to go to the doctor. Becky called and told Melinda of a doctor in the neighboring town who was real good with examinations. Becky also told her how inexpensive the doctor was. Melinda decided she would go just to please everyone. Melinda was very shy especially when it came to showing her body to complete strangers. Melinda was scared and very worried about this doctor, but had no idea Jason had already spoken to the doctor.

Melinda finally got up her courage and called the doctor’s office for an appointment. They told her the soonest appointment they had was 8 days away. Melinda went ahead and had them pencil her in for that time. She was scared to death of having some strange man look at her private parts, especially insert his fingers in her pussy. That thought made a chill go down Melinda’s spine. This was Melinda’s first encounter with such an examination and the girl had no idea what to expect. Neither did Melinda have any idea at all of the embarrassment she was about the endure.

A couple of days after Melinda made the appointment a letter came in the mail. It was a confirmation letter of her appointment and instructions for her. The letter stated for her to not have sex for 48 hours before the exam. This puzzled Melinda but she decided she better follow the instructions. The letter also instructed Melinda to wear a loose skirt or mini skirt to allow air to dry her genitals. They also said she shouldn’t wear any panties 24 hours prior to the exam. They said they didn’t want any extra indentations in her skin. They also told her not to wear a bra as this would not let her breast hang naturally. (more…)

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