My prick began to go soft, but I continued to stroke slowly in and out of her cunt until at last my limp noodle slipped out of her. While we were both trying to catch our breaths, our juices were running down the inside of her thighs. We stayed there in that position for several minutes, hearing nothing but the pounding of our hearts. Finally I put myself back in my pants and she pulled her soaking wet panty hose back into place. She turned around to face me for the first time in the encounter. She planted a passionate wet kiss on me, snaking her tongue in between my lips. Then she just looked at me for a moment with those big blue eyes. We went back to the dance but she went her way and I went mine. We became good friends that year but never again repeated our sexual encounter. Today she is married to a well-to-do broker. Wouldn’t you know it! All in all, Sandy has to rank as one of the best lays of my life. Although I now rarely see her, I’m told she’s reverted to her cockteasing ways—who knows, I might get lucky again.
HOT RODS AND RUBBER DOLLS
Saturday was a typical northern California spring day. I decided to enjoy the sun and generate some sweat at the same time by riding my mountain bike. After I got to my favorite riding area, I took off at a fast clip down a winding trail. As I climbed a small knoll, something off to the right caught my eye. I stopped short, only to glimpse what appeared to be a naked woman near the top of the hill. My curiosity, as well as my lecherous mind, urged me to head in that direction. I was trying to be quiet, hoping that my eyes had not deceived me. I didn’t want to blow a chance at spying on some babe in the buff.
In fact, I decided to walk the rest of the way. I laid down my bike and crept slowly, silently, toward the summit. When I reached the top of the hill, what I saw caught me off guard. About fifteen yards below me was a very attractive redhead. My first impression had been correct—she was indeed naked. But what really made my eyeballs pop out of their sockets was that she was fucking one of those blowup sex dolls! Here was this voluptuous woman balling a hunk of rubber! I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the sight. I thought she heard me for a moment when she stopped fucking briefly and looked up the hill. I just lay low for a couple minutes before taking another look. I didn’t get up and go over to her because I was deeply curious about what kind of crazy sex she was going to have with her rubber Romeo.
When I glanced her way again, I saw that she had gone back to French-kissing her “lover.” Carefully she ran her tongue around the doll’s puckered lips while lustfully moaning out loud. From my vantage point I could see that this woman was endowed with a hefty set of knockers. Even from fifteen yards away, each of her nipples appeared to be the size of my thumb! Her pussy had been cleanly shaved and I could clearly see the large outer lips of her cunt. She positioned the doll on top of her and placed its erect penis between her legs. I remember thinking that she may have filled it with water instead of air, because the doll appeared to be quite heavy. What a bizarre scene! After a few minutes of masturbating her pussy with the doll’s cock, she ran its dick slowly up along her body, stopping at her breasts. She rubbed its erection between them, pushing them together and lifting her head to watch the action. Eventually she moved the imitation cock up so she could take it into her mouth, and she gave the thing one of the wildest blowjobs I’ve ever witnessed.
By this time, my own dick was throbbing with excitement. I pulled down my shorts, grabbed it with both hands and, in a frenzy, started to jerk off. My balls were swollen with come that was just pulsing to shoot out, and I wasn’t about to stop stroking. I turned my attention back to the woman just as she rolled over on top of her blowup doll. I could even hear what she was saying. Was it ever dirty! With the plastic man’s cock in one hand and his face in the other, she was calling him a “weak bastard” and rasping, “I’m going to fuck you so hard your balls will turn black and blue.” Picture this very feminine-looking woman fucking a sex doll, mouthing these filthy words. Then she did exactly as she said she’d do to her inflated sex toy. Her humping was so fast and furious I thought for sure her buddy was about to burst. All I could feel was envy for a piece of rubber—that and the buildup in my groin. I couldn’t hold back any longer and my come surged through my dick, spurting all over my bare belly and chest. I went rigid as my orgasm jolted my entire nervous system. After that, my eyes glazed over and I passed out.
I thought I was fantasizing again when I felt a warm, moist sensation on my lower abdomen. I opened my eyes enough to see the very same woman running her talented tongue across my belly toward my dick. Was I dreaming? I leaned forward and saw that it was, indeed, the redhead. She asked if she had been the one who’d caused all the mess, referring to the come that was splattered all over my belly. Not quite believing what was happening, I just shook my head yes. With her hungry mouth sucking on my limp cock, she aroused an animal lust in me like I’ve never felt before. I lay back, closed my eyes and smiled. I’m not made of rubber . . .
WORKING LATE
Karen and I had been working in the same office for over a year before we met at lunch one day and discovered that we had much in common. It didn’t take long before we were meeting for most of our lunchtimes. Karen stands about five feet two inches tall, has long blonde hair that reaches down to the small of her back, soft blue eyes and full, pouting lips—a real doll.
During the summer, she often wore tight-fitting miniskirts and T-shirts that looked like they were spray-painted on her body. Several times I’d met her dashing across the parking lot to get out of a sudden, soaking summer rain. The damp chill would cause her nipples to stand erect in her skimpy bra and her shirt to cling to her ample breasts, which rose enticingly with her every breath. Hiding my erections during these encounters was often a problem.
Our relationship began in earnest one night when I was at my desk, long after regular working hours. Growing drowsy, I got up and took a walk around the hallways to see who else was burning the late-night oil. As I was passing the elevator, the doors opened and Karen emerged.
Karen was wearing a one-piece cotton sundress that clung to her luscious body suggestively and was short enough to provide spicy glimpses of milady’s thighs. Actually, she might almost as well have been wearing Saran Wrap, for her dress was soaked and virtually transparent. Her nipples appeared as hard points on her beautiful breasts, and the lace fringes of her underwear were visible, perfectly framing her luscious cunt lips.
“Just when I found that my car wouldn’t start, the rain came crashing down,” she said. My raging hard-on and I both thanked the powers-that-be. “Do you think you could give me a jump start?” she asked.
“Of course,” I stammered. “I’ll be done in just a bit.” I tore my gaze from her fetching breasts, which seemed to be crying out to me to be kissed and squeezed. My heartbeat was racing as I returned to my desk and resumed working. Karen followed. She sat on the edge of my desk, almost as if it was her intention to drive me wild. Maybe she was horny, maybe she had tied on a few, lowering her inhibitions, or maybe she was a lot more courageous than I dared to hope. After a few minutes, she lay back languidly and pulled her dress farther up her thighs.
As I sat in awe and watched her breathe, she spoke. “Have you ever thought of all the different places in this building that would be great for having sex?” she asked. I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard! I thought I would lose my load right then and there. “How about it?” she proposed. “It’s late and the place is deserted. And you did offer to help me.”
That was all the urging I needed. Without a word, I shut off my desk lamp and stood up. I laid my hands on her thighs as I positioned myself in between them. I raised her dress and moved my hands up her smooth thighs to her lace-covered snatch. Her rain-dampened panties slid over my fingers and, with my thumbs, I began lightly stroking her crack. I could feel the heat of her body as I reached around her firm ass and pulled her closer. She reached up, pulled my head close and kissed me as I’d never been kissed before. She then unzipped my pants. Her small hands trembled as she wrapp
ed them around my straining member and pulled it forth. I pulled her toward me across the smooth desktop and got into position to start fucking.
“Whoa! Hold on!” she said. She got off the desk and deftly pulled her dress over her head, letting it fall to the floor. That done, she knelt and helped me remove my pants and undershorts. Seeing my eight-incher standing tall, she sucked it between her full lips and flicked her tongue back and forth across its swollen tip. I felt her hot breath at the base of my shaft as she sucked and kissed every inch. My first load had almost arrived when she suddenly stood up and walked out into the hallway.
“That was just to make sure you’re really ready!” she said as she left the office. I promptly followed. She went to the drinking fountain and splashed water on her breasts before turning to face me. I could see a passionate desire in her eyes. Her breath was shallow and labored. The cool water of the fountain had brought her nipples to full attention, and I began to kiss them. She sighed deeply with my every kiss and caress. I reached behind her to grasp her firm ass and to remove the last of her garments. She moaned and purred as I pushed her panties slowly down her thighs, and she stepped out of them. Placing my hands on her ass again, I pulled her against my rigid cock. She began massaging it. Only an enormous exercise of willpower kept me from going over the edge.
But then, with no warning, she tore herself free. She ran away from me and vanished around a bend in the corridor. I hurried after her, eager to find her and quench the flames of my desire in her moist, pink love sluice.
Standing out before me like a divining rod, my cock seemed to direct me to her. She was waiting in the storeroom. The door closed quietly behind me as I entered the darkened room. Without warning, her lips were on mine, burning with lust and desire. I hugged her hot body to mine and she wrapped her legs around my waist. My throbbing prick effortlessly penetrated her warm, moist cunt. Immediately I felt that amazing, massaging grip that every horny woman possesses in her vagina.
Holding her ass, I directed her up and down on my straining tool. Whenever her legs tightened about me, the muscles in her snatch gripped the shaft of my cock tighter. I could feel the suction growing as our thrusts increased in strength and tempo. I’d never felt a pussy so fantastically tight before! Our rocking motion pulled at the foundations of my being as the fantastic Karen screwed me for all I was worth. The delicious pleasure mounted as her sex juices began to run down my legs.
Karen arrived at her first climax with a rush. She arched her back, let out a deep moan, and pushed her breasts up toward my face. I continued driving wildly into her. Her wild abandon soon sent me over the top. With a low grunt as the air whooshed from my lungs. I pressed my savage member as deeply as possible into her box and shot my sperm into her voracious depths.
I slowly withdrew from her and slumped to the floor. She sat beside me and we both gasped for air, grinning like idiots.
After a few minutes, I heard an impish giggle and saw Karen get up and walk toward the door. “Why don’t you just relax for a minute while I go and retrieve our clothes?” she said. When she’d left the room, I stood up and headed down the hallway to the conference room, where I collapsed into one of the chairs. I guess I must have dozed off, because the next thing I remembered was feeling the weight of Karen’s body on my lap. I opened my eyes and saw her bare backside. “We can’t possibly have any more fun until I get you ready again,” she said in that fetching tone of hers. Then she began slowly moving her ass back and forth across my rising dick. Her sighs filled the room as I reached around her and began massaging her firm breasts and rock-hard nipples. With one hand I began caressing her cleavage. With my other hand I reached down to her pink cleft and began massaging her hard clitoris.
As Karen’s bucking and moaning increased, my dick sprang up to its full height and begged for attention. The sweat on her thighs helped her slide across my lap almost effortlessly. The friction of my prick against her beautiful ass felt delightful. Reaching down, she deftly slid my mammoth member into her well-lubricated snatch and began to ride me with zeal. Her panting grew louder and louder as she neared another climax. With one hand she was rubbing the base of my pecker and delicately massaging my nuts while her other hand was guiding my touches upon her burning flesh.
Just as Karen orgasmed we were startled to hear a key in the door and someone turning the knob. Fearing discovery, Karen—still in the midst of her climax—quickly got off of me and hid under the large conference table. When the cleaning lady entered the room, I laid my wet trousers over Karen’s white dress. The cleaning lady looked at me curiously. I tried to explain that I had accidentally soaked myself in the thundershower and had come upstairs to dry off. Under the table, Karen took my stiff cock into her mouth and began to lick and suck it. I did my best to cover up my trouserless condition from the intruding woman while Karen brought me ever closer to my second orgasm with her lips and tongue. As the familiar pressure rose in my nuts, I was forced to account for my involuntary thrusting motions, lest the intruder catch on to what was happening. I explained that I was cold and shivering, and I pointedly asked her to turn out the lights when she left. But still this woman remained to chat! I couldn’t have borne it if Karen were to stop—her blowjob was making my face tingle as that delicious pressure reached a crescendo in my balls. Sensing the nearness of my climax, Karen dramatically increased the tempo, all the while maintaining a perfect silence below the table.
“You don’t look so good,” the cleaning woman said. “Maybe you’ve taken a chill!”
I was about to assure her of my well-being when I ejaculated with frightening force. As gobs of my hot load filled Karen’s mouth, my hands shot out across the tabletop and my eyes began tearing. As my hips pushed forward, I involuntarily caused Karen’s head to bang against the table. The cleaning woman jumped back as if I had leapt at her, brandishing her vacuum hose as if to ward me off, and fled.
After she had slammed the door, I looked under the table and saw Karen sitting there with a big satisfied grin on her face. “Thanks so much!” she said. “I have meetings in here all the time, and doing this is about all that I can ever think of.” As I helped her out from under the table, she gave me a long kiss. I assured her that whenever she felt this daring again, I would be more than happy to oblige her!
THE COUPLE AND THE BACHELOR
My wife Liz and I are both thirty years old. We are an attractive couple. Both of us are in great shape, with well-tanned bodies, and we like to remain that way. We live in a quiet subdivision and have a secluded patio in our backyard where we sunbathe nude every chance we get.
The house next to ours was recently occupied by a new neighbor, a bachelor. After about a week, Liz and I decided to extend a friendly invitation for him to come over for a get-acquainted drink. Liz said she would go over during the afternoon and introduce herself while I was at work. She said that she had very little on when she went next door to extend the invitation, which is how she usually dresses in the summer. All she wore was a tiny halter top that was just about transparent, and a pair of short shorts. The halter afforded a great view of her tits and dark-brown nipples, while the shorts left almost half her ass in plain sight. When I got home, I asked Liz how things had gone. She said that our new neighbor, Phil, would be over after dinner for drinks. She also told me that he was attractive, about forty years old and living alone. He had seemed very nice and easygoing, and he was happy that someone had come over to visit.
Phil arrived at about eight o’clock with a bottle of wine. I introduced myself. Liz was upstairs showering, so I opened the wine and poured a glass for Phil and myself. While we drank and waited for Liz, Phil told me he worked as a consultant to a large company in the area, and that he’d always wanted to move out here. Liz came down about twenty minutes later and joined us. Liz likes to dress sexy. Very much an exhibitionist, she wore a long nightgown slit up the front almost to her crotch and so low-cut on top that it revealed more than a little of her beautiful big tits. Ju
dging from the grin on his face, Phil was pleased to see her again. When she sat on the sofa across from Phil and me, we had a great view of her long legs, which were exposed by the slit in her gown. Liz has the best body I have ever seen. She has a perfectly conditioned 35-23-37 figure and stands five feet ten inches tall in her bare feet.
We were all very relaxed and enjoying each other’s company. It was turning out to be a great night. The wine was helping things along. I mentioned to Liz that I thought she was wrong about Phil being forty, and Phil said he was actually forty-two. In utter disbelief, she asked him how he kept himself so young-looking. He said he exercised a lot outdoors and loved being in the sun, which was apparent from the nice tan he had. Liz told him how much we enjoyed sunbathing in our backyard. She didn’t mention that we usually do it naked, though. Phil said he preferred going to the beach to tan, adding that he wished there was one nearby. Liz told him that he was more than welcome to try out the backyard beach and join us on our patio the next afternoon. Phil thanked her and said he’d be over.
After some more talk, Liz got up to get us all another glass of wine. As she leaned over to hand Phil his glass, her tits almost fell out of her gown. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, and I couldn’t blame him. As I’ve said, Liz enjoys being an exhibitionist as much as I enjoy being a voyeur. When she sat down on the sofa again, her gown was so far above her knees that we could see she wasn’t wearing panties. Making sure we had a good view of her tits as well, she moved the material of her bodice very discreetly aside, so that both breasts were all but revealed down to the upper edges of her areolae.
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