1. Eros University: Chapter 1


    Date: 1/6/2017, Categories: Fantasy Anal Erotica School Voyeurism Author: blogger007, Source: sexstories.com

    ... crime-ridden district and I swear I could see a bunch of our neighbours peeking out from behind their doors and windows with looks of wonder. Out of the limo stepped Ms. Maynard, whom I would get to know well (in every sense of the word) over the next year. She stood there a moment with her hand screening her face from the sun. Oh man was she stunning! Ms. Maynard was in her late twenties and very beautiful. Her lush, shoulder-length blond hair was tied in a ponytail and made her look very sophisticated (I bet she was really wild in bed—well I found out first hand). She wore a pair of thin black spectacles behind which rested her dark hazel eyes. And what a lovely face: manicured eyebrows, high cheek-bones, lips vibrant with red lipstick, and a sweet little nose. Her figure was perfect, slender with curves in all the right places. Ms. Maynard was dressed in a black suit like a true professional. However, her skirt was short—very short. It came up only to mid-thigh, revealing the fair-coloured flesh of her long legs. I caught a look of awe from my older brother Dave as he gawked at the babe. My sisters were clearly jealous. The first thing Ms. Maynard did was step forth and shake my parents' hands. "Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Verge," she said. Then she turned to me. "You must be Enyo." I nodded. "Y-yeah." "Please take care of my boy," said my weeping mother, placing her hand on my shoulder. I cringed visibly as Dave and Jessica burst out laughing. "Mom!" I hissed, turning ...
    ... to her. But even more embarrassing was when my dad, who was a police officer, asked with his characteristic grimness, "This Eros University is a legitimate educational facility, correct?" Ms. Maynard turned to him and answered with a smile. "Correct." "Because," my father continued, "if it isn't, then be sure there'll be trouble." "What do you mean?" inquired Ms. Maynard pleasantly with her arms crossed. "You're not going to kidnap my son are you?" my hysterical mom broke in. Ms. Maynard laughed. "I assure you we're not going to kidnap your son. We have enough money as it is." Then, placing her hand on my shoulder—her soft, shapely hand—she said, "I think it's time we got going, Enyo. Nice to have met you all." Waving goodbye to my family one last time, I stepped into the limo after Mrs. Maynard. The door closed with a depressing thud and I watched from the rear tinted-window as my family slowly disappeared from sight. I was quite miserable and felt like giving way to tears, but the presence of the gorgeous lady prevented me from doing so. As Ms. Maynard sat with those hazel eyes peering into my own, I tried my best not to eye her long, luscious legs. They were crossed and the skin was pressing leg-upon-leg; once or twice I glimpsed her panties: black like her suit. I think she must have noticed me staring and smiled. At least I think she smiled. Then again, horny guys imagine the craziest things. There was a moment of awkward silence. "Enyo," she said breaking the stillness ...
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