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It’s hard for young nerds to find any kind of sexual experience. It’s a fact of life. It’s worse nowadays because there is such an emphasis on being popular. Girls put so much time and effort into their clothing, make-up tans etc. that personality and intelligence seem to get left stuck to the curling iron and the mascara brush. Parties are where everyone seems to be on the weekends, which leaves the nerds out, because they have little chance of being invited to those parties and finding some drunk, random sluts to fool around with. I’m not advocating random, casual sex, but for someone nerdy teen whose only outlet is Internet porn and “Rosie Palm”, anything is better than nothing.
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Knock Knock!!

I was Knocking on the door of one of my closets friends. I was 18 years old and Mark was 58. I can hear you already saying “what?” Mark and I had met a year before and had become close friends, he helped me with my homework and always encouraged me to do well, to tell the truth he was like an adopted dad to me.

“Hiya Jess” came Marks voice as he opened the door, “come in I wont be a minute, I just need to get something from the kitchen.”

As I walked in I saw a picture of mark and I on a day out we had to Blackpool, I don’t know why but I suddenly felt myself getting hotter the more I thought about him. In mid thought Mark walked back in and sat down beside me. “so how are you?” he asked, “I’m fine thanks, you?”
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Serena and I rushed down Highway 168 heading away from Norfolk toward Nags Head, North Carolina. Normally we would be working for a late afternoon photo shoot, but there were rainstorms in the area and we expected it to start raining sometime about midmorning, so instead, we went for an early morning shoot. I had picked Serena up at her motel and was explaining to her where we were headed.

“You remember hearing about the Wright Brothers?”

“Oh yeah, you mean like Mario and Luigi?”
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Have you ever noticed how most of the women depicted in porno mags and movies are far too slim and much too young. Hardly Venus de Milo’s! I don’t know about you but I for one think it’s high time that we get to see some classy, stylish, older and full figured babes!

I’m 6′3″ tall and my weight fluctuates between 210-240 lbs., and there’s just something about plump and full, slightly sagging, soft tits! An ample and cushy ass really turns me on too! And I’ll bet that a lot of men feel the same way, and even some women too. Some of my happiest moments have been spent bouncing off a soft, round belly. My perfect cup of tea is a woman between 40-55 years of age, not too fat but somewhere between 140-170 lbs., a nice large-sized lady. Man, what a lovely place for your rocks to tumble off!
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[This story contains oral, vaginal sex, affection, a bit of exposed sex, and an exploration of the word adventure. There is a motorcycle in the story and if you hate motorcycles and the folk who ride perhaps this isn’t a story you would enjoy. No cheating wives/husbands, no orgies, no BDSM. It is in the Mature section because the main characters are sixty years old. Well, they were when this story happened.]

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At the staff meeting on Wednesday the announcement was made that Colleen was having her sixtieth birthday and she had decided to celebrate all month. Mr. Walters, the manager, asked her to stand and tell us her plans for celebrating.
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Matt Simmons stood by Mrs. Hammond, holding her hand as her husband’s coffin was lowered into its rain filled resting-place. Matt held her sobbing body close as the rain poured down on the crying mourners. He had been killed in a horrible car accident only 3 days ago. Matt could feel Mrs. Hammond’s body shaking as he held her delicate, mature hand. Matt and Mrs. Hammond had always been very good friends and the last 3 days had brought them even closer.

Mr. Hammond had been a very respected college professor at the local college. His students loved him more than any other professors. He and Mrs. Hammond had been married for 30 years. She had depended on him for everything. He did the checkbook, paid the bills and any other things that needed tended to.
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“This story can stand on it’s own, but if you want to read the 1st part of it, you’ll find it in the index under the Lesbian Sex category. Or, you can go to my bio and find it there…”

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As a bisexual woman who had been admiring a beautiful lady for so long, finally being able to be with her “sexually” was a dream come true. That night, after sharing our first of many hot sexual encounters together, we stood naked in my kitchen, sharing a drink.

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A middle-aged man nicely dressed in dark slacks and a white, short-sleeved button-up shirt walked arm in arm with a ravishing young blonde. She was wearing a short, sexy black skirt that revealed slender bronzed legs and a yellow pullover half-top that showed off her smooth stomach and gold belly ring.

“Are you sure about this, Shannon?” Harold questioned uncertainly.

“He’s highly recommended, and I was promised he has the highest quality girls in the city,” his loving wife reassured him with a gentle squeeze of the hand. “It’s my birthday gift to you, so relax and enjoy the evening.”
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I first saw her at the new convenience store on the corner of the new bypass and Walnut Road. I had stopped in to get a six pack and as I walked through the door, she greeted me almost as if she knew me. I couldn’t help but smile. She had that kind of effect on me.

She was almost as tall as I am and I stand six feet even. She was young but it was hard to tell just how young she was. She was slender and was wearing the nondescript uniform of convenience store clerks everywhere. She had on a white shirt, blue pants, and an oversized vest that hid her features. She wasn’t really pretty, cute maybe. Her hair was a shade of dirty blond. There was really nothing outstanding about her. But when she smiled and spoke, my dick stirred.
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It was my wife, Joanne’s first day back teaching school after the summer break. During the holiday she had been informed by the Principal (by letter, I might add), that she would now be teaching 12C. This worried me. 12C had a reputation throughout the school; all the kids - if you could still refer to them as such - were around the seventeen or eighteen mark, sometimes older and most had been labelled with what we politely refer to as “learning problems”. In reality, the whole class is a collection of older teenagers with little or no hope of an education or even much of a future. But it was me that was worried, not Joanne.
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