“This was my old boyfriend and his dog,” Marisol said in her thick hispanic accent, pushing back her black hair and adjusting her bra in front with a hefty yank.  She was standing next to her desk, trying to decide whether to put the picture in the unzipped backpack in front of her or in the trash can next to the desk.  She decided to keep it.         Sitting on Marisol’s bed, Tami looked up at her.  Marisol was a tough chick.  Maybe she had to be because of the way she was. 

I was invited on one of her tours, to visit the railway construction already mentioned, specifically the digging of a right-of-way alongside a mountain.  This was heavy blasting and excavating work, and the smoke plus heat was oppressive.  Nevertheless she graciously greeted the workmen who were obviously thrilled to meet her and touch her hand.  It is apparently not forbidden here, as it is elsewhere, to touch the monarch’s person, though of course she was initiating all the

There was one shoot where I was really concerned.  Chyou was on all fours on a pedestal to which her hands and ankles were cuffed, while an immense dildo was being pistoned into her rectum.  It pierced her from a 45-degree overhead angle and was driven by a cam.  Her large breasts hung down to the pedestal base on which was glued rough sandpaper, and as they swung ponderously to and fro her nipples, proportionally just as large, were scraped over and over.  Sandpapering nippl

It took a while to lose them, those men who had seen Tami’s roadside doings and then kept following the black Cadillac, hoping for more.  McMasters got off an exit, then drove around some back roads, then got on the interstate, fortunately not getting lost.  “I’m hungry,” Wanda said, putting the remote control down and stretching with insolent laziness.  McMasters was hungry too.  Time to eat.  “Tami, you hungry?” he said, looking over to the squirming, dirty girl in her vibr

She alighted on the banded metal floor and immediately crouched down.  She turned.  No one was looking; but that was just people outside.  Maybe someone in the building across the street saw her through their window.  Looking in to the window she saw it was Elly’s room, not hers.  She thought of going to her own fire escape but that would involve a jump and would attract attention. ​         She tried to open the window and it was locked.  Still amazing herself with her newfo

After supper at a pizza place I walked around to see the shops, though most were closed at six.  The usual, hardware store, stationery store, hair salon . . . I turned my steps back to the green, then I see the high school is a couple of blocks away.  As I approach I see an open door and I hear cheering, apparently a basketball game.  It looks like anyone can walk in.  I do and I climb up the stands, almost stepping on people, kids and parents, and squeeze in to one of the la

Once again, Acting Dean Anthony Noyes looked out the big bay window of his ninth-floor office, this time onto a campus white with the aftermath of the annual April blizzard, and once again beheld Tami Smithers, the all but certain valedictorian, this time hanging from a bare tree whose branches were thick with white.  Her legs crooked back over the branch, red toes wiggling, she was conversing with some friends who were standing around, apparently in the process of climbing d

Acting Dean Anthony Noyes, tall and a little grayer and a little heavier, no longer being able to fit into the three-piece suits that had been his trademark, stood behind his desk and looked out the big bay window on this rainy March day, having hung up the phone.  His people had told him just what he had expected.  No filings yesterday in state court, and in federal court (the more likely forum) no filings either.  The statute of limitations on any suit Tami Smithers could b

“What a lebediker your wife is!”  That’s Ephraim’s client, Joshua Berger, Special Assistant to the Governor for Eleemosynary Affairs.  The two men in tuxedos are watching her from behind as she engages with the Governor’s wife and her friends, talking about some woman’s thing or another.  Her completely nude backside contrasts with their formal gowns.  Her tight little butt twitches as she laughs, champagne glass in one hand, her little “clutch” purse in the other.  She look

They were sitting around at their favorite table, Erendira, Sara, Lisa, Shelly, Corey, Keisha, Ahmad, Wendy, Hank, Naomi, Tommy.  Erendira was going through a microbikini catalog and discussing possibilities with Sara.  It was a frequent activity of BSC girls who wanted to be as naked as possible during the breaks but couldn’t, or wouldn’t, commit to being “Absolutes”.  Erendira was pointing to an unusual “suit”, a one-piece that consisted of a single string going into the cr

“This is Dr. Bishop, head of the urology department,” McMasters said, introducing a kindly little bald man in a white lab coat.  Dr. Bishop extended a clammy hand.  “Quite a nice specimen you are, Miss.  You will be demonstrating some very improved equipment which I was hoping we would order, if the residents are suitably impressed.”   Holding a soda in one hand, Tami was conscious of his frank stare at her breasts and then down below.  Then she blushed as her stomach growled

I try not to interfere with how Principal Henri-Levy runs her school but I did overrule her decision as to excusing D. from the annual “field day”, where students run races, play games, climb ropes, tug of war, etc.  There is no reason why D. can’t participate.  It is true that the gravel track would be hard on bare feet but D.’s are so tough by now that she will do well against the other girls in their sneakers.  It was clear that Mme. Henri-Levy’s actual concern was having

With only slightly jerky steps Tami approached the Dean’s office.  She was being rubbed and stimulated in every possible secret place, but she thought she would probably be able to contain the inner fire for the time being.  She knew her face to be a little flushed and her breathing a little ragged, but it wasn’t like the Dean would be making her run in place or anything like that.  She could stand perfectly still during this meeting, whatever it was about.        Still, she

“She can speak.  And read!”  Rydall, in his ragged tunic, hat off, hair wild around his ears, staggers into the kitchen, to an astonished Mr. and Mrs. Whyte.  The wife is horrified to see the naked girl so close to the doorstep.  “Get that -- witch away from this house!”             “She is no witch!”  Though it is not his place to do so, Rydall pushes the garlic and the St. Benedict medals away from their place on the window sill.  “You have no need of these.  Though I have

Once again, she initiated the conversation, with a courtesy. “Good morning, Mr. Zhu.”  As she stood respectfully before me I noticed that one of her cold-stiffened nipples was marked with what looked like ketchup.  With so many American visitors the crudities of the American diet here are an unavoidable presence.  She also smelled vaguely of stale hamburger. “I just have a few more questions. . . Do you take out the garbage every day?” “Yes.  Also I sweep the floors at nig

“I’ll call Dr. Chatterjee,” Mrs. Schreiber said, “as to how Kai-Kai can best be regenerated in the time we have. The I-6 is at 7:30. I understand it’s set for the library lounge, right across the street. So we’ve got pretty much the full hour and a half. And meanwhile,” she said to Angela, “let’s eat. Kai-Kai’s lasagna is delicious.” The Schreibers had a big room that served as both a kitchen and dining room. The house was small, but elegant and clean with tasteful art

May 17   It’s at the McMurtrys’ this time, the biweekly barbershop quartet practice.  Mark is the baritone.  They start tonight with that old chestnut, “Aura Lee”.  “I think Elvis ruined that song,” opines Bob, the tenor, in his chirpy voice. They’ve thought about entering the SPEBSQSA competitions.  The national this year is in Detroit.  But they’ve decided against it.  “We’re not exactly great, and it’s just fun,” as Harry Pulver (bass) has said.  Plus, their voices are t

“And not only that,” Tami said, “I got an interesting gift from a visitor.  Look under the sink.”           Rod at first did not know what this huge object was that he was dragging out of the cabinet, but as he supported it in his hands he suddenly looked at it in horror.  “God...  this isn’t...”           “It’s not exactly what they stuck in me.  Mrs.  Wickland says it’s improved and they’re not into punishment any more.  There’s a remote there too.  Push the purple button.”

Now the men pull down with great exaggerated heaves on the slickened, gleaming ropes, first one then the other, as Patty screams, tip-toeing first forward then back.  Only her big toes and second toes touch the floor now.  Jill adds a little “sweat”.  Seiku and Hikaru are impressed.  It’s very convincing, and it’s all due to Patty.  She had told them that in most of their “hook films” the rope at times was obviously slack, and this was due to the men playing it safe as far as

The big blizzard rolled in last week, all day and all night and then more the next morning.  At Alturas the campus is never closed because of snow, everyone being so close.  The worst that happens is that maybe a class here and there is canceled if the professor has to drive in from far away, but there are only a few of those.  This blizzard hit on a Saturday so it wasn’t an issue.         We all watched from inside the dorms. By the time it ended, on Sunday afternoon, it was