Cat fight story

Just about everyone from the whole junior college was there to watch us
fight. Susan had told all her so-called friends to come and watch her
teach me a lesson. I wasn’t worried about them interfering, though. They
only hung around with her because of her money. I mean, she was
beautiful, but what an arrogant, snotty bitch!

She had been on my case ever since I had transferred here three weeks
previous. I guess I was no slouch in the looks department, and the
attention I got from the boys pissed her off. She kept insulting me in
front of everyone, really pushing it… Well, now I was going to push
back.

We squared off in a small clearing in the woods behind the campus. We
were both wearing our gym strip. We circled each other, the crowd
cheering Susan on. She came at me, spinning on her heel to give me a
drop kick. Continue reading Cat fight story

I ll always say yes to ya

Ever since I was thirteen or fourteen, I’ve had a
fascination with innocent girls being dirty. There were
always some girls who slept with anyone, and came to school
in abbreviated gym-slips, flashing their young thighs for
anyone who cared to watch. I’d watch them, and enjoy their
little parades, but I thought they were cheap, and wouldn’t
really fantasize about them.

Much more interesting was a pretty, naive, school-girl, who
looked horny without really meaning to. An example was
Juliette, the little sister of a friend, cute with short
brown curly hair, and aged about 18. She always looked sexy
in a girlish sort of way – maybe wearing a pink woolly
sweater, little miniskirt, white tights, and pixie boots. My
friend once told me that he made her give him blow-jobs… I
never knew whether it was true, but I enjoyed vivid
fantasies about the idea of her pouty lips wrapped around my
school-boy cock. Continue reading I ll always say yes to ya

Bus Stop Blowjob

I hadn’t been sitting at the bus stop long when a rather rough and muscular
man with a beard and plaid work shirt and jeans sat down next to me. It was
just beginning to get dark. The long shadows had disappeared, and the weak
light of a closed auto parts store accross the street cast a moonlike glow
over the nearby trees and shrubbery. I nervously pulled my purse nearer,
looking down.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Barbara,” I replied, my eyes glancing up at him and then back down to my
hands. His eyes had met mine for only an instant, but I could tell his gaze
had returned to examining my breasts under my red cardigan sweater. I suddenly
felt totally nude. Continue reading Bus Stop Blowjob