Weekly Serial – Literary Pleasures 06

A tale of a librarian / witch with a cadre of acolytes who must fight a penny pinching town counsel to maintain their club’s funding…. this weeks episode: ‘Ronnie Gets Down to Business’

Literary Pleasures

Literary Pleasures

Literary Pleasures

Ronnie’s knowledge making incense and its effects on people would come in handy this weekend as her dad had invited councilman Miller to her family’s summer cottage.


The early summer day around the cottage was warm and pleasant. As Mr. Miller and her dad were out Ronnie spent the day in her attic workshop, distilling the essence of a couple of local plants into an extract she loaded into a glade plugin.


Shortly after diner Ronnie excused herself from the conversation around the table. She went up to her workshop and collected the plugins she had enhanced. She slipped into her parents room first and set the device. Then she slipped into the guest room and plugged one in for the mild mannered councilman.


Later, when everyone retired for the evening, Ronnie’s plan was already well under way. The incense had the expected effect on her parents. They were always quite vocal in their love making. Since they would be occupied for a while, Ronnie proceeded.


Wearing a long, white silk robe Ronnie tapped on Mr. Miller’s door and entered without waiting for a response.


“Excuse me,” she said carrying towels in her arms. “I forgot to bring these up to you earlier. ”


The scent of the incense was light in the air but its effects were already working.


“O – oh” Mr. miller stammered, “that’s quite alright.”


He was standing by the window in a T-shirt and lounge pants. Ronnie smiled noticing the growing erection tenting the lose fabric.


“The view outside is wonderful. It’s so clear out there you can really see the stars,” Ronnie said, moving towards Mr. Miller and the window. “Let me open that for you. I’m sure some cool night air will feel wonderful”.


While she leaned over to unfasten the window, Mr. Miller appreciated the view of her generous curves and his erection grew harder. Ronnie turned and noticed. She also not I see the pleasant look in his eye. The incense was taking a strong effect. His arousal was peaking.


“Well, it seems you do like mountain views Mr. Miller,” Ronnie said stepping closer.


“I…,”. Before he could say more Ronnie’s lips were on him and she let her hand slip into his pants. Getting the situation in hand she led him to the large welcoming guest bed. A few hours of gentle persuasion should help the councilman see things from her point of view. The photos will help also.

Weekly Serial – Literary Pleasures 05

A tale of a librarian / witch with a cadre of acolytes who must fight a penny pinching town counsel to maintain their club’s funding…. this weeks episode: ‘A Little Background on Ronnie’

Literary Pleasures

Mistress Alex was spending her Saturday afternoon up in the loft with Ronnie. Ronnie was a gifted acolyte in making potions, elixirs, and incense. Ronnie was especially fond of creating various incenses.


Ronnie’s parents had a bit of a rocky marriage when she was younger. However, when she became a freshman, and had started going to the library, she learned new skills that saved her parents’ marriage. Her family life became much better. Its seems that the marriage suffered from her parent’s inability to show each other love. From the skills that Ronnie learned from Alexa, she was able to heal her folks and bring her mother and father to a space where they loved each other much more frequently.


Ronnie brought the love back into her parents’ marriage by bringing sex back into their marriage. Through her studies with Alexa, she learned about plants and extracts and the various uses to which they could be employed. Some plants were soothing in nature, some plants were stimulating.


She learned to distill the essence and create incense. As the incense burned, do did her parent’s passion for each other. The first time she had made incense, she left a small amount of it burning in the living room. She could hear her mom and dad going at it on their way in from the foyer. She retreated to her bedroom and continued listing to their yelling downstairs.


But on this occasion, the yelling didn’t last nearly as long. Soon it died away completely. Ronnie was happy to make the yelling go away. Then, the growing sounds of sex started working their way upstairs. Ronnie’s ear could make out the panting and moaning coming from the sweet smelling living room.


As she crept out onto the landing overlooking the living room see could see her mom spread, kneeling naked on the couch with her father behind thrusting deeply. She watched in youthful fascination. She had never seen people having sex. The sounds where pleasing to her. They weren’t yelling. They sounded happy, and a sweet aroma was wafting through the air. It smelled pleasant, like flowers and cinnamon and… something musky.


The scent seemed to wrap itself around Ronnie as she watched, fixated on the pleasure below. She was not aware of her hand moving itself slowly along her own pleasure center…

Weekly Serial – Literary Pleasures 01

There is an idea that’s starting to germinate in my mind. A story is starting to come together. A tale of a librarian / witch with a cadre of acolytes who must fight a penny pinching town counsel to maintain their club’s funding….


Literary Pleasures

Literary Pleasures

Winds of change were blowing storm clouds toward the sleepy little community of Rockport MA.

‘Young people are in need of knowledge these days,’ Alexa thought. ‘They can’t be serious about cutting our funding!’

The newly elected town counsel was packed with people determined to undermine the local schools to get large.property tax breaks and most of them were absentee landlords short sighted and didn’t give a damn about the community so long as those monthly checks kept coming in. Lead by that cheapskate Dorothy Potter, the board was pushing a austerity budget

Alexandria Collins knew she would be able to count on her cabal of acolytes she had been grooming these past four years. They had used their time last year in a ‘get out the vote’ campaign to help get Paul Stone elected to the council. So, Alexa had at least one vote in favor of a larger library budget. With a five member council, she should secure another three votes. But this would be a perfect time to see how much influence her magic could yield.

As she drew deeply on the hooka pipe letting its influence wash over her, she ran her hand along Betsy’s supine body. Having just spent themselves on the cushioned floor in Veronica’s sunroom, the librarian conspired with her young ingénue that the key to swinging the council vote may turn on only a few members.

With her position as the head librarian for the town of Rockport, Alexa had been very cognisant of using the library’s facilities to help studious teens expand their knowledge. Knowledge in a few precise arcane arts. The sect needed followers and young followers are the most devoted and zealous. It would be zeal that would win the coming battle with the town council.

“Betsy, get up and let’s have a good look at you.”

Betsy Braddock, 18 and well indoctrinated from the freshman year of school, now a senior and considered one if the schools top college bound.scholars, got up and slowly turned so that Alexa could take in all the charms the teen had to offer. Long lean legs a tight runners ass firm abs beautiful b cup breasts soft shoulders and a great head on them. Shoulder length brown hair brown eyes full lips that smiled expectantly, Betsy loved being ‘ displayed’.

“I think we should get the gang together,” Alexa said.

“I’ll get the club house ready,” Betsy replied, pouring herself into her skin tight jeans.

Wednesday Serial – Miss McCaffrey Conclusion


Miss McCaffrey – a short story about a boy and his after school lessons…c’mon we all know where THIS is going. Now we are there.



As the summer closed around us that year we had explored a couple of other ‘literary themes’. She left an indelible mark upon my heart. I helped her pack as she was she was heading north to New England.


I didn’t quite understand it at the time but think differently of it now. She told me she was going on to further her own studies. She was returning home to a place she’d never been before, she called it the Ipswich project.  I got ready to head off to New York University that fall.


I recall this event from my youth now as I believe it was instrumental in my decision to go to college and expand my horizons. I furthered my studies of literature exploring many new themes and, graduating, became an English teacher myself. But I suppose in my heart what really sparked this memory, besides having reread some Nabokov this summer, I’m looking forward to having this exceptional student Elizabeth in my American lit class this year.

Wednesday Serial – Miss McCaffrey pt 10


Miss McCaffrey – a short story about a boy and his after school lessons…c’mon we all know where THIS is going. Now we are there.



Tuesday couldn’t arrive fast enough. Miss McCaffrey and I were going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art down in the city. I was looking forward to the adventure. I had only been to the city a couple of times before, and always with my parents. Since Miss McCaffrey and my mom were well acquainted, my folks had no reservations about my going along.


It turned out to be a wonderful day. We spent most of the day going through exhibits. She’s the loveliest tour guide. Then, after dinner, we went for a walk through central park. She took .y arm as we strolled. It was a nice warm evening and we were in no rush. I called my mom and let her know we word be taking a late train back and I had my keys. It was after midnight when we got back to grand central station.


“This has been an excellent field trip,” I told her while we caught the last train out to Port Jefferson, “You know so much about so much.”


“And you are learning a lot about a lot Jeremy.” She completed back. “And have you finished ‘Fear of Flying’ yet?”


“Yes,” I replied. “I even read the good parts twice,” and then it dawned on me,  that novel had a very lurid sex scene on a train.


With a sparsely populated late night train we were undisturbed while necking in our seats at the end of the rear car. Shortly after the Huntington station, Miss McCaffrey unbuttoned the fly on my Levis. She already knew that I didn’t wear underwear when I wore jeans. I was about to find out that she wasn’t wearing anything under her dress.


“Let’s see how well you recall that scene.” She said, lowering herself onto me. The motion of the train amplifying her motion.


We both enjoyed each other in the privacy of the deserted car on that late night ride.



Wednesday Serial – Miss McCaffrey pt 9


Miss McCaffrey – a short story about a boy and his after school lessons…c’mon we all know where THIS is going. Now we are there.



As my senior year came to an end my thoughts were of Miss McCaffrey and our time spent tutoring me. It was the most educating summer I have had before or since. She really took her time with me. Quality time, as she explained it, was the quality of our time together we focused on.  


She had to commit time to her master’s degree program, taking courses over the summer. My summer job with the town parks department occupied a good deal of my day. But I did look forward to the time I spent with my ‘ summer reading list’. 


I was currently working my way through ‘Fear of Flying’ and not finding it too difficult. I was work on reading empathically. Reading the story in such a way as to understand the story from the perspective of the characters involved in the story. This was giving me a great deal of insight. As I came to the end, it was time to see my tutor. 


Miss McCaffrey greeted me warmly. I had missed her these past two weeks. She felt so comfortable in my arms. I could feel her warmth and vibrancy through her kiss. Just being with her excited me. 


“Well Jeremy,” she said with that twinkle in her eye “we are going on a field trip!” 


“Wow! Really?” I gushed with enthusiasm. I was excited about going just about anywhere.  


“Yes young man,” she said “it’s time to expose yourself to art. But first…” her hand snaked its way into my jeans. 



Wednesday Serial – Miss McCaffrey pt 8


Miss McCaffrey – a short story about a boy and his after school lessons…c’mon we all know where THIS is going. Now we are there.


With the afternoon’s lesson well finished, and the sun streaming through the light drapes, I was so taken with how radiant Miss McCaffrey looked. Her porcelain skin glows, and she has this sly yet contented smile. As she is looking up at me with her large, sleepy eyes I realize that

‘I don’t want school to end next week,” I said to her, seeing myself reflected in those doe eyes of hers. “No, I don’t want it to ever end ever again. No! No more summers. This is it… ”

Lying in her bed feeling her warm body next to mine, I wanted time itself to stop. But, I’m just a boy and time marches on.  Miss McCaffrey gave me a kiss as she got up and out of the bed. Stretching in the summer sunlight she looked like an angel. I was smitten.

“That is a wonderful thought, for now at least, but tempus fugit,” she said bending over to kiss me.

“That might be, but I don’t have to like it, I just don’t want to lose you.” She was my first. You never want your first to end. As I watched her leave the bedroom. I stretched out and enjoyed the comfort of the cool sheets.

I lay there and reflected on that for a while. My English teacher was my first, but it occurred to me that I was not her first. That she already had a first, and probably a second. All I could think about was not seeing her in class anymore. These past couple of weeks had been wonderful. I was so busy trying to figure out what crazy scheme I could use to keep seeing her that I hadn’t noticed her return from the shower. She came in wearing a short, silk robe and sat at her vanity.

“I’m thinking that I could help you out here, doing chores and such,” I suggested to Miss McCaffrey.

“Dear, sweet, Jeremy, you are going to be too busy for chores,” she said with that ‘teacher’ look of hers, “I’m compiling your summer reading list.”



Wednesday Serial – Miss McCaffrey pt 7


Miss McCaffrey – a short story about a boy and his after school lessons…c’mon we all know where THIS is going. Now we are there.


The next day I arrived right on time. Miss McCaffrey greeted me at the door wearing a long black silk robe. Grabbing my hand as she opened the door she pulled me inside and kissed me deeply, wrapping her arms around me.

As she felt my erection growing in my jeans she instructed me to go to the bedroom, strip, and prepare for some tutoring. She would be along shortly as she wanted to put herself together first. There was a hint of mischief in her voice.

I went up to her bedroom as instructed. I drew the drapes closed to dim the room, stripped down, and stretched out on the fresh sheets. The anticipation was building in me. After about ten minutes of lying there imagining that lush body of my gorgeous English teacher, I heard her approaching the bedroom door.

Miss McCaffrey opened the door and strode in. She came over and stood at the foot of the bed. I was quite taken aback at the transformation she had undergone. She stood there smiling slyly.

“Don’t think me bad lover, no don’t think of me as wicked” she recited in a breathy tone. The words were familiar to me. It’s what Catherine said to David in the piece by Hemmingway

I recognized the bright blue playful eyes behind the round black glasses, and the curly black hair that spilled out from under the black Fedora she wore. Yes, it was Miss McCaffrey. She wore a navy blue suit jacket with matching waistcoat, crisp white French-cuff shirt with gold cufflinks, a red paisley tie. She had on a pair of navy suit pants tailored flatteringly to her curves. Every inch of her was transformed into a well-dressed gentleman.

She tossed her hat and let her hair down. Then she took off the jacket and joined me on the bed. As I kissed her warm lips I slowly undid her tie, then the vest. As I started working on the buttons of her shirt, I followed along, my lips kissing a trail down her neck to her chest.

I figured out that the assignment was to re-enact one of the scenes from ‘Garden of Eden’. I hope she grades on the curve!

Wednesday Serial – Miss McCaffrey pt 5


Miss McCaffrey – a short story about a boy and his after school lessons…c’mon we all know where THIS is going. Now we are there.


As soon as we entered my English teacher’s bedroom she spun me about, stripped off my t shirt, and pulled me tightly to her lips again. Her breasts were pressed firmly against my bare chest. My hands worked her dress off her shoulders and on to the floor. I had caught on, as her hands deftly worked the buttons on my jeans, that we would not be needing costumes for the remainder of this class.



With a firm pressure on my shoulders Miss McCaffrey shoved me onto the king sized bed. Then she slipped my jeans off to join her discarded dress. “I think it’s time for phase two,” she said with a grin on her luscious lips.


As I worked my way up towards the head of the bed she was crawling up towards me. Stalking me like a tigress, pursuing me. Then she drew herself up and straddled me looking down, with lust heavy in her eyes. I grabbed hold of her soft smooth silky thighs. My confidence was growing, fueled by my own new found lust.


Miss McCaffrey lowered herself into me and I could feel myself crossing over that threshold to manhood. As she ran her hands through her hair, I looked up longingly at the firm breasts towering over me. I brought his lips up to sample the offered flesh.


The rest of the afternoon was spent with me learning many ‘ variation on a theme’. I was exploring all of Miss McCaffrey. I started understanding more of the passages I had been assigned to read these past couple of months. Her arms and legs, her breasts and lips, I was coming to learn and understand many new sensations.



Wednesday Serial – Miss McCaffrey pt04


Miss McCaffrey – a short story about a boy and his after school lessons…c’mon we all know where THIS is going..


“Well, Jeremy, let’s review that passage you’ve been reciting,” Miss McCaffrey said, getting to her feet.

I remained safely seated on the couch as I recounted the story of the gardener and the heroine. As I arrived at the point where he was tearing the clothes, Miss McCaffrey said “Now, Jeremy, don’t tell me. Get up and show me.”

I was still a bit unsure about our ‘metaphor lesson’. I grabbed her dress and I decided to check. “Do you mean, do it for real, Miss McCaffrey?”

“Yes, for real,” she reaffirmed with a warm smile.

Tearing the bottom buttons of her dress as she stood before me panting, her hands working their way through my hair. When I got about five or six buttons up I found that, other than that pendant around her neck, this thin sun dress was all the costume that Miss McCaffrey was going to be using to teach her lesson today.

“Keep working gardener,” she said breathlessly.

I finish with the buttons assignment and was amazed with the display before me. My teacher’s sundress fell open and I was introduced, for the first time, to a beauteous pair of firm, grapefruit, sized breasts. They were pale and topped with large pink nipples. I was openly awed. She pushed be back and I fell, sitting on the couch.

Miss McCaffrey stepped towards me straddling my legs and lowered herself down onto my lap. My arms snaked their way firmly around her, and she brought her lips down, engulfing mine and searing them with a passion that was all quite new to me. I answered her kiss with several of my own and I must have gotten a passing mark as she stood up, grabbed my arm and led me up the stairs to her bedroom the sundress flying behind her like a superhero’s cape.