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The whole week had been hot. Actually, the whole damn beginning of the summer had been hot. And now, a small vacation. 24 free hours. 24 free hours were going to be spent in a nice, clean, quiet, motel room. But, that was yet to come…

Kathy bound out the door toward the car. Naturally, being the gentleman I am, I opened her car door for her and took her bags. I carefully placed her luggage in the trunk and quickly got back into the driver’s seat. Although we both knew what lay ahead this weekend (sex), of course, casual small talk took over. We had known each other for about a year at this time. Sex became something to look forward to for both of us. But, we wanted to put a deliberate twist into our sex to liven things up. Quite a few subjects were tossed in the air and commented on as we drove to the motel. But, not much substance to the conversation could be recorded. Ultimately, like all conversations where some anxiety or anticipation is present, the topic we returned to often was the weather. And, ironically, it was an appropriate subject. It was hot. And, it wasn’t going to get any cooler.

Through the whole summer, we had exchanged letters. We often met on weekends and had frequent retreats to motels. Sometimes motels could wait, sometimes hotel rooms were paid for in haste with no real sleeping involved, and sometimes we bummed around Indianapolis first to highten the anticipation for what was to come. After each liason, our letters would often jump into the subject of sex–literally. One subject never connected to another. These discussions would often lead to fantasies that we would both someday like to bring to reality. Unknown to myself, one of those fantasies we discussed would soon be reality.

I was soon surprised. Our favorite cuisine for that summer was Korean and Chinese food. As we were sitting in a Chinese restaurant, Kathy casually dropped her plans right in my lap.

“So, Allan, are you up for tonight?”

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Jill attends Boston University and had been dating Eric for 3 months, that is until yesterday when he broke up with her. He was seeing some other chick on the side. Jill, a senior, and 21, had never had such good sex as she had had with Eric. She already missed that part of their relationship.

Jill is a gorgeous 5’6” dirty blonde with medium length hair and a perfect body. her legs are trim, yet quite toned and her ass was also a magnificent sight. Jill has a pair of nice supple tits and a sexy belly button. Let’s put it this way, Jill probably could have hooked up with anyone she wanted too at BU. It’s a shame such girls are so picky! On this Thursday afternoon, Jill had just finished her Biology lab and was headed back to her dorm in the late afternoon cold- must have been 10 degrees. Her roommate, Jenn (another beauty), had already left for the weekend to go to UCONN, where her boyfriend attends graduate school. Jill was alone in the room and began to think of Eric and as she did, she felt a slight tingling sensation between her legs. She turned on the TV and laid her tired body on her bed to rest from the long day, when the phone rang. (click to read entire story…)

I had never gotten laid in high-school. It was one of those reputation and late maturity things. This was kinda surprising, because when I went to college I seemed to have no problems at all with getting dates. About ten months ago, I met a girl named Cindy in a computer class and eventually, we ended up going out for the rest of the school year. Our college was in Massachusetts. She lived in Georgia and I am from California. Towards the end of the school year, we were getting kind of sad due to having to be apart for about three months and were arranging to come back a little early and getting an apartment together.

Well, 3 days ago, the most incredible experience of my life occurred. Cindy was always very, very playful, but we never really got past much than heavy petting. I never really minded much because I was still a virgin and really liked her too much to want to mess anything up. We were both all packed, still living apart, and arranged to meet one last time the next day in my dorm room before we left that evening on our respective flights, and that was when it happened.

Now, Cindy is about 5’7″ with hazel eyes and flaming, long red hair down past her shoulders a little ways. She had nice large D tits which she dressed to comment on as much as possible as well as a big, but not overly big ass. I made sure to remember she was on birth control, but never thought much else of it. Finally, in public, she was always somewhat of a tease, which never really embarrassed me, more than it made me proud of her features.

Not many people at all were left in the dorm, like my roommate who was not there. Cindy came over about 1 o’clock and was due to leave about three. For about an hour, we talked and I finished packing. Cindy was especially attractive that day with her hair up in a high ponytail, wearing a very nice, very snug green sweatshirt and some very tight blue jeans. At about 2, we were pretty much left with an hour to kill. We were both sitting on my bed kissing (she was wearing terribly alluring perfume), when Cindy mentioned she had a little going away present for me. She got up, went to the blinds and shut them, the room was still well enough lit through the blinds. She undid her hair, letting it fall about her shoulders and walked over to me.

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After the Gulf War the Corps had no place to put me. I made the error of accepting a promotion to Major in July, I figured this war was going to happen, I might as well be in charge. I should have stayed at the comfortable rank of Captain, but I guess I wanted to be a big shot. The war was over, I was sitting around waiting for the next thing to do. Col. McBride called me in and told me that I had been RIF’d (Reduction In Force) I was out of a job. 18 1/2 years in the U.S. Marine Corps down the fucking drain.

After some soul searching I decided it was time to go back to school and work on my Doctorate. I fucking hate school, but I hate hanging around looking for something to do, even more. So, I ended up in Texas. Big fucking deal. Uncle Sam has to pay the freight so who cares. I end up living in an apartment complex full of snot-nosed mama’s boy types. I had never seen such a bunch of weird fuckers in my life. 12 weeks on the Island and I could make men out of these little homo bastards…or I’d end up killing them. After all, that’s what Marines do, they kill, and they die. It’s a great job. But this Marine is going to be smart now, he’s gonna be a P H fucking D.

I buckled down and went to work. I had a mission, I had a goal, I had no choice but to finish, and finish I will, in true Marine Corps fashion. Things got better, I was not so repulsed by the assholes who walked around wearing sweatshits that say B.U.M. Equipment and wearing their fucking hats backwards. What the fuck exactly is B.U.M. equipment? Is that some shit that the fudge-packers use? And if you can’t wear your cover squared away, get rid of the fucker, and get a fucking haircut too!

Let me tell you a little more about Major Warren Mansfield. I was born to be a Marine. I spent my lifetime getting to where I am today. I worked hard, I played every sport there was, and I fought every asshole in my school just so I could learn to live with pain. I went to college and got my degree, then off to the University of Science Music and Culture (U.S.M.C.) 12 weeks at Parris Island, the best, most memorable days of my life. I was hit, I was kicked, I was slapped, punched and pissed on. I ate constantino wire and pissed napalm. I learned to do what I was bred to do. I learned how to be a killing machine. One year later I lead my troops into a small village in Viet Nam, and I got to see first hand what a blown-up skull looks like. Sure I was a young Lieutenant, but I felt like a seasoned war dog by the time we secured that little piece of commie heaven.

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Dr. Robert Allyn walked quickly down the hall to his 8 am class. Not because he was late, for he always arrived a few minutes early to be sure to start his class on time. He enjoyed teaching and especially liked early classes, him buzzing from three cups of coffee and half the class waking up to the jolt of his lectures. Another thought putting spring in his step was the image of the lovely young women who took his class. Faces fresh and beautiful were always there, sometimes with the added bonus of sexy fashions. Occasionally blouses with an extra button left undone or a top with a scoop neck cut a little too low woke him up during his first-of-the-day class, but more often the thin or tight fabrics revealed the shape of lacy bra.

“Women’s liberation has won, at least here on campus. Why are the bras still around? By all rights they should be in the dustbin of history,” he thought, remembering the bra burnings of the sixties. “But what we’ve lost up top, we’ve gained down below.” Today’s fashions ran to short skirts and, the most popular, tight, thin leggings that looked sprayed on. Watching young women walking in the halls or across the campus was a unique pleasure that gave each day at work its own little fantasies.

This morning’s class, however, had its own special attraction. While all classes had some women with curvy legs or soft breasts or sensual lips, it was rare to find that perfect fantasy woman who, wherever your eyes or imagination roamed, slipped past your thinking, conscious mind and moved directly into the lair of animal reflex that grabs and shakes the libido awake. Amy was one such woman. As Dr. Allyn entered the classroom and greeted the early students, he noticed she hadn’t yet arrived. Laying out his notes, he found images of her flashing through his mind. Her face was fascinating; although she came from Thailand, her features were a mix of Asian and European with eyes not quite round, and a nose just bit broader than most. He wasn’t sure if her dark brown hair was natural or tinted to fit in better with the rest of the students. Her fair skin covered a soft, lushly padded, petite body. Often she wore skirts, knee-length or shorter, that displayed curved calves and soft thighs. This perfect hourglass shape was accented by a larger than normal bustline. Two of her outfits in particular had low scooped necklines that showed cleavage worthy of the finest pin-ups. Many times since the semester began, the good doctor found himself at home, gripping his cum-smeared dick in pleasure as he ran through every fantasy he had ever had, and some he didn’t know he had, placing Amy in the role of his personal succubus.

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