Of course his penis jumped a bit inside of his pants as he saw the erotic sight of a naked girl hugging her friend. "Back to your position please Miss Malone," he said briskly as he went behind his desk. He saw the two girls release each other and watched the naked teen drop to her knees in front of him again, a very erotic sight. "Now, Miss Bartlett, you can wait here for a few minutes and think about your fate. Were heading to the assembly in three minutes." The two girls waited there in agony...Shannon for her friend and Carrie awaiting

This is how I met Grossao in Rio. Being straight, I had never heard about the great Brazilian pornstar. I was sent to Rio as an NFL all-star for an exhibition game against a lousy local team. NFL is trying to get into that market but Brazilians are crazy for their soccer and American football is just beyond them. The other guys go back home but I stay to have a few days off at the beach and

Traditionally, its a day that women get to chase the guys, rather than the other way round. But thats not the REAL origin of Sadie Hawkins Day. Let me tell you about how it all started. My name is Lee Hart, and I live on the island of Ficman, a tiny British possession in the South Pacific. All the locals came here via boat nearly four hundred years ago. Were descended from about twenty British men and women who found refuge on this deserted place after their boat was stranded at sea. Today about a thousand inhabit the island, with only five last names: Hawkins, Hart

We were still embraced when a knock came from the door. I disentangled myself and went to open it, but before I could it opened and in stepped my Aunt Lee and my cousin Joyce. We hadnt seen them since before school ended. Im actually not sure why; they hadnt come to visit at the hospital and they also didnt stop by once I was home. We were not really close to Aunt Lee, and my cousin Joyce absolutely hated me, mostly, I

Its hard to wake up first thing in the morning... Let alone with a fuzzy head and a hangover. I rolled over and looked for my glasses, they werent there. Grumbling, and with a very full bladder, I sat up and looked around.. Got to find them damn glasses I thought, as the world came into focus. While this wasnt the first time Id lost my glasses, I was sure that this was the first time I had seen this room. The only light came from a fireplace on the other side... Well, it looked like a fireplace, I think.

When I was nineteen, I thought that being male was a mistake. Then one night I thought that if God wanted me a female I would have been born a female. This thought cost me many years of suffering. I then tried to act more like a male, but I wasnt very successful. In my minds eye I would still think of myself as a female. When I was around twenty or twenty-one, an incident occurred which would scar me for a little

Professor Greene was one of the sexiest men I had ever met. He wasnt like the other professors at the University. He didnt take himself so seriously and he was a real friend to each and every one of his students. I was lucky enough to have him as my academic advisor and over the past three years I had come to regard him as a very close confidant. I had just turned and was at the end of my third year of college.

It felt so good to steal Alexis boyfriend away, but the many times Bill and I have fucked over these years felt even better. Losing Bill was a wake-up call for her and she cleaned up her act a bit. She started wearing skirts and stopped abusing boys. A few took a chance with her and she began to experiment with actually being nice to them, including light, then heavier sexual favors. The experiment was a great success. She became neutral Alexis, then somewhat nice Alexis. Another sissy service to humanity. I saw Grandpa at Christmas several times and each time I made him happy with my soft

My girlfriend Dia picked the lock on Mr. Bs office door and crept in. She has balls, that girl. "Cmon!" she whispered. When I hesitated she yanked me inside. My heart was pounding. I closed the door and the lock clicked louder than expected. "Sorry," I whispered. "Geez, Tammy, you want us to get caught?" Dia hissed. "Keep it down." Caught in the act of breaking and entering was the last thing I wanted. But I had to find that footage.

I spent the rest of the evening just sitting in a chair in that same bedroom with my face buried in my hands. As neighbors and friends came to claim their coats they glanced at me sympathetically, miserable drunk that I appeared to be, and decided to let me sober up on my own. One offered to drive me home, but our house is only just down the street, so I shook my head. It might as well have been across the continent. When the last guest left, Bonnie came in to see me. "Feeling a little better?" she asked.