First, he was a smug asshole. He thought he was gorgeous and charming; he also thought he could win over just about anybody. Fine, he was gorgeous and... begrudgingly I had to admit, quite charming. But I wasn't just "anybody". We had a tension between us that made me want to leave the room as soon as he entered. He was the kind of guy you never dated because you were worried he was always cheating on you, or at least thinking about it. He had thick rusty colored hair he never brushed and wet. She went right in, leaving the door wide open and pulled up her dress, showing she was not wearing even a little thong. I had a nice view of her nice trimmed mound. She was redhead; but I saw her pubic hair was blond.Terry was oblivious to the fact I was standing right there looking at her and she had just flashed me her nice trimmed pussy. I looked at her closing her eyes as she was emptying her bladder and I had an aching growing erection. I thought her husband Mark was a lucky guy.Terry. I went to see her after school with some made-up question. Ten minutes later we were frantically fucking on the principal's desk, our clothes scattered on the floor, her slender legs on my shoulders and her dainty little tits jiggling enticingly with our motion. I helped her straighten up the office before I left, and she gave me a deeply passionate kiss of thanks.Mrs. Johnson was a young housewife who lived a few doors down from us. Her face wasn't especially pretty, but she had the largest. “Oh My God! I didn’t know my body could do that!”Stan smiled, “There are lots of things you don’t know yet. Are you ready to see what a penis feels like inside?” She nodded.He put her astraddle his waist and showed her how to rub her slit along his shaft. It was swollen and dripping.“Are you ready to put it inside? It might hurt a bit the first time.”Sis replied, “I don’t think so. My brother and I have been putting things up me and something broke. Is that what you are worried about?”“Yes. Now.