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Slut Teacher

My wife Karen is a schoolteacher at an all-girl Catholic school in Costa Mesa. During the school terms she is the epitome of a lady. Her skirts come to just below the knee and she never shows any cleavage. Karen loves being a teacher and wouldn?t give it up for the world. Karen has strawberry Blondie hair, top and bottom, and has a good but not fantastic figure. Her boobs are small but firm and her butt is a bit big for her body shape. Her face is absolutely gorgeous and she has a personality to match. I?ve never met anyone that doesn?t like her and enjoy her company. All the parents rave about her teaching abilities and continually praise her to the Principal. I?m sure they?d change their minds if they knew our secret. Karen loves to be humiliated and I love to watch! During the summer break Karen goes wild and throws away her inhibitions. I met Karen at NYU and even back then, twelve years ago, everyone was fucking her. Karen was an outstanding student and an even more outstanding sl...

More Black Delights

MORE BLACK DELIGHTS by Kim Hi, my name is Kim and this will be the second story I've sent about myself and my love of black men. (See YW558). To refresh your memories I am a 34, white and married. My husband is also white and is 35. I have 38c breasts that love to be sucked on, and wide hips. Also reddish/blonde hair and green eyes. If you remember I told you about the first time I ever had sex with someone other than my husband and it was with a black guy. It turned out my husband had set the whole thing up and was totally turned on by it. He knew all along I might get pregnant by this black man and as it turned out, I did. He was in the Army then and after I became pregnant he arranged for a transfer to another post in the mid-west. This was made easier by the black guy I fucked since he had friends in the right place. After giving birth to a beautiful light chocolate colored boy things became pretty normal for about six months. I did not have sex with any other men besi...

Jill and the girls 2

The day at the beach went well. When they came in they had big bags. It was obvious they had gone shopping in the shops near the beach. The other thing was that Ali was with them. Ali was a good friend of ours. She was the one who helped us find the house and we became good friends. She is an obgyn and the girls went to her. She also helped us with some of the problems I had lately. She was blonde like Jill and could have passed as her sister. I had a little crush on her and Jill knew that. She didn't care since she knew I could never act on it. Ali knew about my situation since she helped us with the hospitals. Knowing this she never worried about being modest around me. She would wear stuff to see if I would get hard. I saw the bags and knew they were from different stores. A few were from the same lingerie shop she got the white tops from last night. Another was from a pharmacy in town. Then there was one from Jill's favorite shoe shop. Around 8 the guys showed up. They ...

Teacher's Blackening Pt 7

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Garage

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Back to Bristol Ch. 18

The meal that evening was fairly desultory, although the food was good. We talked about neutral things, we agreed that maybe we should start talking in earnest about private schools for the boys from September, especially as she now lived outside of the proper catchment area for their current school. Then we talked safely about old friends and acquaintances, ones we'd lost because of the divorce, or because I'd moved away, or because they'd moved away. And that led to my mentioning that I'd met up with Keith and Anne Walters, and that they were now living in San Diego. Which in turn led to a conversation about life on the West Coast of the States. Which in turn led to Molly talking about how she had always wanted to visit Las Vegas. Now my first visit to Las Vegas was about nine months after our divorce. And my memory was of a really charming and quite beautiful girl who I picked up in a bar at about eleven o'clock one night, and by two o'clock she was in...