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 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 and unconscious Ryan, with blood trickling down his forehead.
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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 and 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 spread 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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While Emma Jelkon sat in her office waiting for her next appointment to show up, she looked at her appointment calendar and underlined Timmy Floyd’s name in red pencil! He was scheduled for a one period meeting because his teachers had recently contacted her about his lack of interest in his classes, and being a counselor for twenty six years, the last fifteen at Lincoln High, Emma had heard just about every story you could think of, so it shouldn’t take long to find out what Timmy’s problem was. With 1800 students to watch out for, Emma could hardly be expected to know all of them by sight, especially if he or she was a freshman or sophomore, but in this case, Timmy was a eighteen year old junior who had just moved into the district at the beginning of the current term. Pulling his permanent file, the attached picture showed a some what pale young man who appeared to be of a slight build, and as Emma eyed the photo, she wondered exactly what Timmy Floyd really looked like.
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Chet nervously looked at his watch for the third time in the last five minutes. What in the hell had gotten into him, was he out of his mind?!? Meeting a woman in person he has been having an on line relationship with–totally nuts! Here he was, 33 years old, a good job, married to a beautiful woman, two small children, a whole lot to lose, and he could throw it all away because he was thinking with his dick! Unbelievable!! He’d heard the stories of meetings of this type going disastrously wrong, with some even ending up in murder, and just because most of the victims were women didn’t make him feel a whole lot better! After looking at his watch again he mumbled, “Christ boy, relax, it’s just a drink with a new acquaintance, no problem!!”
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“Awwww mom, do I hafta,” cried Judy Kilmer!?! “Now be quiet and sit still,” her mother admonished her, “we’ll be there in a few minutes!!!” Judy turned her head and looked sullenly out the passenger door window, dreading her first visit to her mother’s lingerie shop. “Jesus,” she thought to herself, “I’m only eighteen years old, what the fuck do I need custom made lingerie for anyway???” “Oh well,” she thought resignedly, “I might as well just get it over with, ‘cuz there is really nothing I can do about it anyway.” Lingerie Erotica was a small store in a residential area just off main street, a neon sign in the front window brought attention to an otherwise dreary front facade. Judy and her mother entered the store and were immediately greeted by the owner, Geri Archer who said, “Hello Kathy, and this must be Judy!” She reached out and graciously shook Judy’s hand, while all the time looking her straight in the eye. Geri was an attractive middle aged woman of about fifty Judy guessed, with blonde tinted hair, and a large prominent bust. “As we talked about on the phone,” Kathy said to Geri, “I think Judy is old enough now to start her fine lingerie collection, she has a woman’s body, and I feel that some pretty under things would make her feel more feminine, don’t you agree?” “I couldn’t agree with you more,” intoned Geri enthusiastically, “some pretty bras and panties can do wonders for you psyche!!!”
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Jonelle sat in the dark, staring at the images flashing on her computer screen. Her finger was busy attacking her erect clit while her eyes focused on the large black cock impaling the tiny thin white girl deep inside her hairless pussy. A push of the mouse and another image jumped to the screen, this one of another white girl, but this time sucking on the knob of a huge ebony cock. The girl in the picture was very young, perhaps eighteenteen or nineteen years old, but the look on her face was that of absolute satisfaction and submission. Her eyes were focused upward, looking directly at the face of the black stud who was feeding her his erection. Jonelle’s cunt contracted hard, the first sign of the deep orgasm that shook her body. Her finger flew over her clit, occasionally dipping into her hole to get lubrication for her hot little nub. Ever since she had her first orgasm three years earlier, she had fantasized about being forcefully taken by a black man with a huge pecker. Why someone gets fixated on a certain sexual desire or fetish is something for the psychologists of the world, all Jonelle knew, was that the mere sight of a large black erection made her cunt wet and her knees go weak. What excited her even more, was if the cock in question was poking itself into a young white girl. With the advent of the world wide web, anyone could find sexually explicit material that satisfied his or her needs, and for Jonelle this meant spending her evenings cruising the interracial sites looking for images of giant black men having their way with innocent young white women!!! While she had never had any sexual contact with a male of any kind, she was sure that when the time came, she would give up her virginity to a black man with a huge cock, or at least that’s what she hoped!
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“Oh god I’m cumming,” Jill screamed, “don’t stop now, faster, faster!!!” Josh increased the pace of his fucking, trying to drive his hard prick all the way through the hot little bitch lying beneath him. He had fucked quite a few girls in his time, but never had he met one with such a prodigious sexual appetite! He had know Jill for only about two weeks, and already she was fucking him to death! Now he knew why his friend Rick had said it was okay for him to take her out, because he was trying to get out of an almost impossible situation–a woman who had much more sexual energy than he did!!! At first it seemed wonderful, that a beautiful woman would let you have her whenever you wanted to, but the only problem was that when you were finished, she was just getting started! Josh was trying to think of someone he could palm her off to, but at the moment this little minx was doing her best to finish him off right then and there!
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As June Halstrom sat at her kitchen table drinking her morning cup steaming hot black coffee, she thought, “God, I wish I could just sit here all day!” It was cold outside, about twenty degrees, and June involuntarily pulled her terry cloth bathrobe tighter around her body. She had a lot of errands to run today, and the day wasn’t getting any shorter! Her reverie was broken by the ringing the kitchen phone, and after answering it, it was her neighbor Bev who wanted to come over for a quick visit. June started to protest, but gave up when her friend said she was coming over and hung up the phone on her. Two minutes later there was a knock on the back door and Bev came in without waiting for her knock to be answered. “Now, Bev,” June protested, “I’ve got a lot of work to do today, and I don’t have time for any fooling around!” Bev plopped down on a chair and poured herself a cup of coffee, cocked her head to one side, and looked June over with lust in her eyes. “Now just a minute, Bev,” June said sternly, “you just can’t come over and expect me to be ready to drop everything and play the day away!!!” Bev ignored her friends comments and waded right in. “Tell me, when was the last time Rich gave it to you?!?” “Well if you must know,” replied June, “it was last night, if it’s any of your business, which it isn’t!!!” “Open your robe June,” ordered Bev, “let me see what Rich got to fuck last night!” June held her ground and didn’t make a move, instead she just stood there with her arms crossed while shaking her head no. Bev, not one to take no for an answer, got up and went over to June and roughly pulled her arms apart and ripped open the front of her soft robe. “Just as I thought,” said Bev, “not a stitch on!” Bev’s hand had slipped down to Junes crotch and gently pried open the folds of her outer lips, and when her finger came in contact with June’s clit, she let out an low moan, and leaned back against the kitchen counter for support as her huge breasts heaved up and down as her breathing became more labored.
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It’s 1941 London, England. The Nazis are using there superior air power to try and bring Winston Churchill and the people of England to there knees. The only thing standing between Hitler and the total conquest of England and the rest of Europe for that matter, was a relatively small contingent of fliers known as the RAF. Flying their Spitfire fighters against the powerful German Lufewaffe, the brave English pilots prevented the invasion of their island nation, but could not halt the massive destruction caused by the London Blitz. It was during these bombings of London that a little known phenomena presented itself. It was discovered that for many women, the feeling of terror and the shaking and thundering of the Nazi armament caused many women to experience intense sexual gratification. As the bombings intensified, the excitement increased roportionately. Monica Stonebridge was one of those women. Still a spinster at thirty eight, Monica didn’t hold out much hope that she would ever marry, and while it wasn’t that she was unattractive or dull, it was more that the few beaux that she did have just didn’t quite work out. A rather buxom blonde with an earthy sense of humor, Monica had a hot sexual streak in her, that usually required a daily bit of masturbation to take off the “edge” as she liked to say, but with most of the eligible men enlisted to fight the war, it was almost impossible to get a date, let alone start a meaningful relationship. For these reasons, Monica was more less resigned to self gratification!
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As Marla wiggled her ass in the face of the half drunken Japanese businessman he reached out and slipped his hand between her legs and ran a finger along her g-string covered crack. After the quick feel, he stuck a thousand yen into her waist band and called out to the waitress for another drink. It was almost ten o’clock in the evening, and still the company men, as they are called in Japan, were drinking and carousing with there business associates. It was said that sake and geisha girls was the oil that kept Japan’s corporate structure lubricated. Well, Marla didn’t know about the business structure, but all of the executives in the Ty Ling bar were definitely “lubricated”! Being blonde and from America was a big draw to Japanese males, probably because of the homogeneous society that was modern Japan. Since 99.9% of the residents were Japanese, there wasn’t a whole lot of variety as far as appearance was concerned, so being blonde and in Japan definitely made you an outsider, and Japanese men couldn’t seem to get enough of the American women! While corporate America complained about closed trade markets, one look at the Japanese lifestyle told an entirely different story. The Japanese wore American clothes, watched American movies, ate at American fast food restaurants, and listened to American rock music. Walking down Tokyo’s busy Ginza district, and you would have thought you were in Times Square with all the American logos burning in bright neon lights. Marla was just another American icon to be bought and sold, only her commodity was her very supple and sensuous twenty four year old body. Like she said to her American compatriots, “We’re just doing our part to help balance the trade deficit !”
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