Kelly and I got together about twice a week during that school term and continued fucking. It was a great thing for me since I wasnt getting any at home. In one of my other classes I made friends with two guys, Greg and Jeff. They were two brainiac geeks but they helped me with my accounting and they were actually nice guys. I had fun corrupting them, buying them booze and getting them drunk.

Seducing a Kappa Delta girl proved to be quite a challenge. Their reputation as being a quasi-Christian sorority made getting one of their girls into bed a little daunting. But did that stop me? No! Kirsten was a friend of a friend, and the typical all-American girl. She had dated one of my best friends in high school, though she had gone to our rival high school. Though they had gone out for over a year, the most he had gotten was a quick feel of her tits on the outside of her shirt. They had broken up at the beginning of our senior year rumor had it that it was because she wouldnt put out and, as far as I knew, she hadnt have another boyfriend since.

Puerto Vallarta I woke at seven in the morning the day we pulled into our first port of call. Puerto Vallarta holds special memories for me. Never one for the excursions, I took a taxi to the shopping district to pick up some jewelry for my girlfriends. Then lunch at the Hard Rock Caf and a stroll on the beach. Late in the afternoon I flagged another taxi and went to my special spot. Anyone who didnt know about this place would think it is just a very

One night Kelly and I went out after class to our favorite hangout to study. I was poring over my accounting homework and she was doing her math. Under the table we were playing footsies as we pondered our homework. After a couple of hours of this and several cups of coffee I moved from across the table sat next to her. I took her hand in mine and kissed her. She too was growing tired of studying and slipped her tongue between my lips. "Your parents home tonight?" I asked her. "Yeah, its their canasta night. How about your wife?" "Shes home.

Chapter : Nicoles Movie Debut I got a call from one of my friends, offering me a business proposition. He knew I was always looking for new ways to make money, and this was a doosy! He wanted me to bankroll him in making amateur adult films. I visited his office, met some of the people involved, and decided to go for it. And I had a great idea for a girl to star in one! I called Nicole and put it to her and she was excited at the idea.

I met Katie in my Comp. Lit. Class. She was a small, almost boyish looking redhead, lean and slender from years of athletics. We struck up a conversation over Homer and Virgil and were soon talking like old friends. We did the usual early relationship things, coffee then dinner then a free concert on campus. We helped each other out in our class, proofing each others papers and drilling each other on the

I was sitting at my local Starbucks, enjoying a latte and the newspaper when a beautiful girl sat down at the next table. Aside from her full tits and curvy ass, I was seized by a sense of recognition. When she looked up from her book, I saw the same look on her face as she checked me out. Then it hit me. I had watched this girl grow up! She used to live next door to me and, in that time, I had seen her go from an awkward little girl to the first throes of womanhood. I had bought another house five years before and, by the look of things, little Jenny had grown up

I had heard rumors in my town that there was an exclusive club, dedicated to incest. I made discreet inquiries and found out that it was true. The price of admission was sharing one of your children with several of the members in an initiation ceremony. I talked it over with Janine, and she was hesitant. She loved the sex between us and was afraid it would somehow change things. I told her that nothing could change the special love we had between us,

One Tuesday night our house had a spontaneous mixer, meaning that the girls of Chi Omega just showed up at the house and we partied. As usual. Pledges had "serving duty" so I ran ragged fetching food and drink for the actives and our guests. I must have filled a hundred bowls with pretzels and potato chips and poured three hundred beers before nine oclock! All during the party I had noticed one of the Chis staring at me. Her name was Carol and after I had fulfilled my duties I went over to her and said hi. "Hi, Joe.

Its hard growing up a boy being raised by a single mother. Its even harder when you add twin sisters two years older. Yes, I grew up in a household full of women. Though some things were hard, my sisters and mother were pretty cool. And I attribute my later successes with women from my early experiences growing up around them. My sisters would give me plenty of advice about girls, what they like and