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Texting

by mike.peregrine

Chapter 9 in Rise of the Cumpires

A couple of evenings later, Professor Van Zaadvocht's cellphone chirped with a text message alert.  The Professor slid into a pair of black boat shoes and slipped on a grey herringbone blazer with leather elbow patches. He had gotten o...

You Have Mail

by mike.peregrine

Chapter 8 in Rise of the Cumpires

Around ten o’clock, Constance Brooks, the Dean of Classical Studies, tapped on a closed door before opening it far enough to stick her head inside. “You busy?” she asked. Professor Van Zaadvocht was staring at his computer monitor. Actually, scowling would be a better term. Dean...

After The Party

by mike.peregrine

Chapter 7 in Rise of the Cumpires

Once Professor Van Zaadvocht had unloaded onto the smiling, upturned face of Penelope, he staggered backwards to plop down on the couch. He watched the two remaining men frantically pumping their cocks, working up their sperm-tributes to their kneeling, spunk-faced hostess. Pene...

A Little Informal Get-Together

by mike.peregrine

Chapter 6 in Rise of the Cumpires

When Professor Abraham Van Zaadvocht drove up to Penelope Masterton’s house, he saw four cars parked in her driveway and another two on the lawn. Van Zaadvocht parked at the curb and walked up the path to her front door and rang the bell. “Professor!” Penny gushed as she swung o...

Lysistrata

by mike.peregrine

Chapter 5 in Rise of the Cumpires

Penelope Masterton did not have to “ask around” about Lydia’s Professor. On her very first web inquiry, not only did she find his photograph on the University’s website, but there was something else. Under “upcoming events”. The school’s Drama Club would be staging Aristophanes’s...

Lydia Turns Down The Job

by mike.peregrine

Chapter 4 in Rise of the Cumpires

At the conclusion of the interview, Lydia Thanos did not report to her job at the law firm. Instead, she drove to the offices of Pierce and Dunning Publishing Company. After speaking to the receptionist, Lydia made her way down a hall to an open door. Mounted on the wall beside t...

She Has Bette Davis Eyes

by mike.peregrine

Chapter 5 in Rise of the Cumpires

At the end of their next date night, as soon as they entered Constance Brooks’s house, she asked Abraham Van Zaadvocht, “Why don’t you remove your pants and sit down on the sofa? While I slip into something comfortable?” Van Zaadvocht did as Constance had requested and was sitti...

Return To The Beginning

by mike.peregrine

Chapter 6 in Rise of the Cumpires

Lydia Gets The Job

by mike.peregrine

Chapter 4 in Rise of the Cumpires

As soon as Saturday came around, Professor Van Zaadvocht called Lydia Thanos. He told her he had submitted her name for the position. Assuming the Dean of Classical Studies approved, Lydia would receive a letter of intent-to-hire through the regular mail in the next few days. She...

Irini Petraki

by mike.peregrine

Chapter 3 in Rise of the Cumpires

Pofessor Van Zaadvocht, carrying a briefcase, walked into the leasing office a little before ten in the morning. He saw that the small-business had four desks, but only two of them were occupied at the moment. By-passing the man sitting at the first desk on his left, he approache...

Lydia Thanos

by mike.peregrine

Chapter 3 in Rise of the Cumpires

For her ten o’clock job interview, Lydia Thanos showed up wearing a lavender long-sleeve blouse, mid-thigh length black pencil skirt, dark grey pantyhose, and black shoes with one-inch heels. Her long blonde hair was loose, in her earlobes were large gold rings, a black scrunchie...

Waxing

by mike.peregrine

Chapter 9 in Forc*d Ejaculation Diaries

The following day, during his lunch break, George visited a nearby waxing/nail parlor. Since all the customers that he saw were females, having their nails done, some even having pedicures, he feared he was in the wrong place. But the chubby, middle-aged Asian lady behind the reg...

Professor Van Zaadvocht

by mike.peregrine

Chapter 2 in Rise of the Cumpires

Once a week, forty-five-year-old Professor Abraham Van Zaadvocht and the Dean of Classical Studies, Constance Brooks, have dinner together. After one such meal, as they entered Dean Brooks’s house on campus, they continued the conversation from earlier. “But really, Abe, a cumpi...

More Dancing

by mike.peregrine

Chapter 8 in Forc*d Ejaculation Diaries

George and Sherry remained out on the floor, dancing song after song together. On the fast ones, she would grind her bottom mercilessly against George’s poor tormented cock. On the slow ones, they would dance face-to-face, usually with one of her knees raised and pressed against...

Dancing

by mike.peregrine

Chapter 7 in Forc*d Ejaculation Diaries

George felt totally exposed and , standing there at the bar facing the young woman who had spoken to him. The thin white linen jeans looked more like they had been painted on rather than made of fabric. Except that his hard-on was confined to the tightness of his left p...

Suck Another One

by mike.peregrine

Chapter 7 in Loose Vignettes

As Kat sat on the low stool, her hands resting on her knees, she kept looking to her left and right. Waiting for another cock to appear. Her friend Gracie had said that she had blown two, so Kat was not going to be outdone. Besides, if she knew her friend, she would quibble over...

Leave The Booth

by mike.peregrine

Chapter 8 in Loose Vignettes

Clubbing

by mike.peregrine

Chapter 6 in Forc*d Ejaculation Diaries

True to the sales clerk’s words, George’s new jeans were, in fact, machine washable. When he removed them from the dryer, he checked the upper part of his left leg to make sure there were no stains from his earlier encounter at the department store. He felt a little foolish when...

Suck Another One

by mike.peregrine

Chapter 7 in Loose Vignettes

While Gracie gave the anonymous cock that she had just finished blowing a few last, lingering strokes, she heard rustling noises coming through the rectangular opening in the wall behind her. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw it was another skinflute waiting to be played, a...

Leave The Booth

by mike.peregrine

Chapter 8 in Loose Vignettes