I might be almost fifty and way past my prime, but it wasn’t always so. Once it was 1974 and I was sixteen. I played sport all the time and I was tall, fit and reasonably good looking. That’s changed too. (more…)

My wife and I had hired Kitten, the young girl who lives down the street, to baby-sit our kids on several occasions. She had always done a good job, and the kids really liked her. On top of that, she is a total hottie. Her long brown hair framed her cute face perfectly. Plus, her budding little breasts have filled out nicely over the past few months. (more…)

The next day at school James could not concentrate. He just could not get Kelly out of his mind. As lunch came along, he was hanging with his friends. They talked about their girlfriends, the hot girls, sports, etc. Then it came up that the local restaurant who employs hot girls in the next few towns over, was employing a 20 year old gold that had graduated from school last year. The guys were pretty impressed, but knew none of them had a chance. So the five of them all put money on it. The each put in $25 dollars and the guy who could get her would take the money. (more…)

At 7 PM I rap on your door and when you open it you’re dressed in a dark robe. We don’t say a word to each other. We both know why we’re together! Sex! As the door shuts you smile at me and open the robe showing me your beautiful virgin body! Your nipples are so hard already from your expectations of the excitement of what the night holds for you. I can see how red your nipples are and how big they have gotten and my cock rises immediately as I stand there just taking in your beautiful young face and body! We walk towards each other and I pull you to me. You bend into my body and we kiss hard and long. As you wrap your arms around my neck and shove your tongue into my mouth, my hands slid into your open robe and for the first time you feel your tits and those hard exposed nipples being explored and pinched! It sends chills up your body. (more…)

I was invited to a party. That may seem like a stupid statement to you but you have to under stand it was my first party. My name is Sharon and for you to understand this fully I have to start from the beginning. First let me tell you a little about myself. I am not too tall just standing at five foot six. I am proud of my breasts though. I have a 34 D and a 20 inch waist. My hair is naturally blond, straight and hits about the middle of my back. I have home life that bites the big one. (more…)

“Being a virgin sucks major Balls” though Rich as he sat as his computer desk. He was sitting there, typing to his friends Robyn and Angelina as he did so. Clad only in his boxers, it didn’t hid much as he sat, watching a porno form his t.v. set. His ad was out for the night and he was alone. So he did what he usually did. Sat up till 4 am, talking to his hot buddies. It’s not like he was some big loser, or that he looked bad. It just seemed he could never get laid. He was a tall guy, standing about 6’3. (more…)

It all started when I was posted in Secunderabad. I was in mid 30’s and working as a Regional Manager of a courier Company. I was from Calcutta and lacked friends except going to the club and that means having a couple of pegs and playing snooker and coming back home. I was a widower and coming back home meant waiting to go to the office next day; nothing very enterprising. (more…)

This happened a few years ago when I was fifteen. It was a stormy night, and the wind was really blowing hard. We have a problem where I live about the power going out when conditions are like that. Sure enough, I was deep into a nice adventure novel, and the room plunged into darkness. (more…)

Many years ago when we were18, my friends, Lynn, Becky and I took part-time jobs in a local supermarket. I was assigned to work on the fruit and veg. Department with a woman called Eve. Eve was in her forties and was completely different from my mother. She wore short skirts, too much make-up and she swore like a trooper! I thought that she was wonderful. (more…)

This is my story about how I made the grade with my High School teacher. I have been the horniest guy around since I got into High School and I can never seem to get a break! I have never been a bad looking kid; about 6′3, 160lbs, lean, blue eyes, blonde hair. And I have always been the funniest friend anyone could ask for, always at parties, always having a good time. But girls never have seemed to even hold interest in me. So I have been forced to masturbate uncontrollably for the past four years. Even worse I may graduate a virgin! (more…)

My name is May and I am a chinese girl born in Hong Kong. My mother died while giving birth to me. My father died as well four months later in a vehicle accident. My grandmother became my guardian until I was four when she no longer had the ability to care for me due to her age. As a result I was sent to my aunt Mary, my mother’s sister, in Liverpool, England. I was told that my mother derived my name from my aunt’s by adding an “R” to it. She loved me as though I was her own daughter. (more…)

It’s not that I am any prize myself. I realized that everyone put me into the nerd category without thinking about it too much, but I wanted to do something about it. I wanted to be a real person.
So, I asked Adrianne out to the Junior Prom. She was no prize either and jumped at the chance to go out on a real date with a living, breathing boy, just like the other girls. What a couple we would make! Both fifteen and never been kissed.

We both lived close enough to the school in our small town so that I walked to her house, met her parents, and walked with her to the prom. She looked good. Somehow the dress she had chosen made Adrianne appear less plump, even cute. I had already admitted that I did not know how to dance when I offered my shy invitation. When we arrived at the school, she led me by the hand to a side room and showed me how to do some basic steps. With the faint sound of music from the decorated gym in our ears, I took my first tentative steps and soon was passable enough to go into the gym.
Everything went well, and, whenever a new dance step was necessary, my girl and I retreated to the side room. In that private place I learned five dance steps that night, enough to make us appear like an ordinary high school couple. (more…)

Do you know what it’s like to have something take over your whole life? To be so obsessed that every waking thought leads only in a single direction? I do. My preoccupation was the usual one for a sixteen year-old male – sex - but I was a particularly suitable case for treatment. What really gripped me was that I seemed to be the last of my entire class to have a proper girlfriend. To hear the others talk, you’d believe they spent every night in some incredible bonk-fest. Not me. I wasn’t getting any – had never got any! It wasn’t for want of trying. I’d come close on a couple of occasions, if you’ll forgive the pun. There was this one girl who was supposed to be really easy, mad for it. Naturally I was the one who bombed out. I got her to the bedroom and then received that “What kind of girl do you think I am?” line just as my hand was disappearing into her knickers. I didn’t answer that one; it must have been totally bloody obvious! Not even a moron in a hurry could have mistaken my intentions. Still, crashed and burned, again! (more…)

((this is fictional, it is not based on any person. If they happen to remind you of some one, it’s not my fault. NEVER TRY THIS IN REAL LIFE))

Karol drug herself threw the front door of her mother’s apartment. She was young, 14 actually. She had long light brown hair, very beautiful brown hazel eyes, and lightly tanned skin. Her breasts were small, 32 b cup but it fit well with her tall body. She hand long legs, with thick thighs and pretty thin waist. It didn’t matter how beautiful she was, she was subconcious about her looks, rarely dated. She’d never even had a boyfriend, hell.. she’d never even been really kissed. (more…)

Ok, I know what you will say: I’m an idiot. Let me try to explain my position though. Maybe you will understand then. Most of the time I must agree with your judgement that I am a damned fool for complaining about the situation I find myself in.
It started after I enrolled at college. I decided not to live in any dormitory and found a cheap single bedroom apartment about a mile from the campus. It had a small bathroom with a shower and a kitchenette with a two burner stove and a miniscule fridge. The building owner had three similar apartments, and the other two went to students also. She also had a fifteen year old daughter. The young daughter, Maureen, was the problem.
Maureen wanted to earn some money by cleaning the apartments once a week, and her mother kept hinting that her daughter did a good job. In spite of my tight budget, I finally acceded to the mother’s hints and agreed to pay Maureen ten dollars a week for a cleaning. As it turned out, she did a good job, and I always arrived home from my classes on my cleaning day to find that everything was cleaned, dusted, picked up, straightened out… nothing at all to complain about. (more…)