The man—whose name I later learned was Gerard—opened his eyes and reached down for Annette’s shoulders. Gerard is very strong. He’s not at all heftily built, but he is tall, all bones and muscle. He lifted Annette to his shoulders, one leg over each, Annette’s pubes before his face, and began eating her out. Annette stroked Gerard’s hair. I was fascinated by the torrid scene before me.
Gerard let Annette down gently and lashed her nipples with his tongue. Gerard then kneeled and directed Annette to kneel as well. His very hard dick stood up like a flagpole as he leaned backwards. Annette stepped astride of Gerard. She took his straight prick within her, her legs far apart, and began to move up and down. He groaned once, exhaling some indescribable words.
This was quite a scene. Annette rocked up and down on Gerard’s dick, loving it, beating herself to a climax. She and Gerard came within a half-minute of each other, Gerard finally collapsing onto his back on the floor.
Rising, Gerard took Annette in his arms, thanking her and kissing her. He pulled up his trousers, and Annette started getting dressed. I ducked back into the main store and waited by the cash register.
Gerard came out, and with a heavy French accent said, “I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” I said there wasn’t a need for apologies. I said it was well worth the wait. He looked at me, puzzled. Annette came around the corner, only half-dressed, her shirt still open, showing braless breasts. She had recognized my voice.
I said, “Annette, how have you been?”
Annette smiled and explained the whole story. She had taken a long walk through the neighborhood, and found the organic store. She stopped in to shop, and found Miou behind the register. Quickly Annette discovered that Miou spoke French, and was in fact from France, having moved here recently with her husband, Gerard. They were both happy to have found someone from home, and rapidly exchanged gossip. Miou confided that she was disappointed with American men, at least during her short time here. She knew some that would love to bed her, but they were too shy. In France, she explained, she found several satisfying, extramarital engagements. Gerard, she said, approved, even joined in once with a man and his wife. He thought it kept their bed life alive.
Annette told Miou she knew of an American man who would treasure her, if only she could make it with Miou’s adorable husband. Miou smiled slyly, Annette said, much to Gerard’s surprise and pleasure—he was hearing this for the first time too—and heartily agreed. Annette gave her the keys to my house. Miou ended up in my bed, and Annette spent the night with Gerard.
I get a postcard from Annette from time to time. She’s married now, and has a kid on the way. Gerard and Miou still own the organic-food store, and I see them once or twice a year. Gerard and I still share Miou and she loves it. Vive la femme! Vive la France!
A SOLDIER’S STORY
The air force had canceled my reservations at their posh hotel. Baggage in hand, I headed for the nearest motel.
I ended up making a slight detour to the NCO club, where I bumped into a married couple I’d met the night before. The man was personable, in his late forties, and blessed with an attractive wife who was many years younger than he. Despite her looks, I didn’t like her. After watching her in action, I’d decided she was nothing more than a prick tease.
While exchanging pleasantries, I told them about how I had been bumped by the air force and had no place to stay that night. They immediately offered the use of their couch. “I don’t want to impose,” I told them, but they insisted. After a while I accepted their offer, even though I wasn’t crazy about the lady.
Arriving at the apartment, my host said he was going to take a shower and go to bed. I found myself alone with his young wife. We had a long, animated, sometimes hostile conversation until the wee hours. I was still not impressed.
The next day we went to the club again. Returning to the apartment, my host again announced he was going to shower and retire. His wife also took a shower, while I watched television. She returned wearing only a skimpy robe. She sat next to me on the couch and brushed her hair. I offered to do the honors. She had beautiful hair. It smelled delicious. As I gently ran the brush though her locks, I became increasingly aware that she was smoothly naked under the thin robe.
Our conversation drifted to more sensual topics. I realized she was rather sensitive underneath her tough exterior. She wasn’t the coldhearted person I had originally pegged her to be.
Difficult as it was, I kept the beast in my pants in check. After all, I was their guest.
After she went to bed, I lay in the moonlight thinking about the situation. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw an almost ghostlike image. It was her, in a gossamer chiffon negligee, almost transparent in the moonlight.
Before I could move or speak she placed her warm, moist lips against mine. Her passion flowed into me, spreading and warming. Then, just as suddenly as she appeared, she was gone.
I lay there on the couch for what must have been thirty minutes. My pulse was pounding, my body feeling as if it had been electrified. Confused, a thousand questions raced through my mind. Finally, I decided I had been right. She was a prick teaser. I was angry. Angry at her, but also angry at myself. I wanted her. I wanted her so bad.
The next day we again went to the club, and again returned to the apartment. True to form, my host announced he was going to take a shower and retire. She, on the other hand, said she needed some things at the store. Her husband tossed his car keys to me and asked if I’d drive her. A little reluctantly, I said, “Sure.” I wasn’t in a hurry to have her light my fire again, especially when I knew she wasn’t going to cook anything.
Silently, we walked outside and got into the car. I started the engine and headed toward the street that would take us into town, where she could get bread, milk and a few other things she needed. Neither of us spoke while I drove. I kept replaying the events of the night before, trying to figure out what kind of game it was that she was trying to play with me.
Then I felt her gently place her hand on my knee. Not taking my eyes off the road, I savored the feeling of her palm firmly pressed against me, running up and down the length of my leg from knee to crotch.
“You’re probably wondering about last night,” she said.
“You got that right.” I answered. “I really don’t appreciate being teased like that. And,” I impatiently brushed her hand off my knee, “do me a favor and cut the crap before you go and give me another hard-on like last night.”
“Did I do that?” she asked.
“What the hell do you think?”
I heard her let out a sigh. “I’m sorry for getting you angry,” she said. “It’s just that I wanted you so bad. I had to just . . . just kiss you. I didn’t want to risk my husband walking in on us.”
“Your husband isn’t here now, is he?” I asked. I let my remark hang in the air as I pulled into the parking lot of an all-night convenience store. I shut the car off and we both sat in silence, neither of us making a move to get out.
I felt her fingers fumbling with my belt. Then she was undoing my fly. I lifted my ass off the seat so she would be able to pull my pants and underwear down. My cock was already stiff when she took it in her cool hand. She lowered her head and gently took my cock into her moist mouth.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall back against the headrest as she gave me head there in the car. She took her time, licking my entire cock, sucking just the head, gently cupping my balls in her hand.
“Hey, you’re pretty damn good at this,” I said.
She didn’t take her mouth away to reply, and I didn’t mind one bit. I felt an orgasm approaching as the hot come sizzled in my balls. Faster and faster her mouth rose and fell on my cock. My pubic hair was soaked with her saliva. I grunted and shot my load into her mouth. I was thankful that she didn’t pull away, and instead drank my come.
I am not sure how it happened. The next thing I knew we were standing alone in a dark motel room. We didn’t speak. Slowly, I
walked toward her and took her in my arms for the first time. If this was a tease, it was a good one.
I knelt and slowly began to remove her clothes. She started to speak, but I put my fingers to her lips. I didn’t want words to shatter the moment.
I’d never really paid attention to her body, but as each layer of clothing was pulled away, I became more interested. Her skin was satiny smooth and pale in the failing light. Her breasts were full and round, with hard nipples that begged to be kissed. I slowly rolled down her panties, unveiling a rich, lush pelt, scant inches from my face. The subtle fragrance was headier than any exotic perfume. I looked up and she seemed embarrassed, unsure. My prick-teasing vixen was, in reality, a shy little girl.
Quickly shedding my clothes, I took her in my arms. This time it was my kiss that held her passion. Her skin was warm, smooth and soft as it pressed against me. My prick was begging to slide between her creamy thighs, but I held off. I wanted this to last a long time. She needed to understand that teasing is not nearly as good as pleasing.
I carried her to the bed and laid her gently on the crisp, cool sheets. Her dark hair framed her beautiful face. Her soft brown eyes were filled with uncertainty. She tried to cover herself modestly. Slowly, I explored her body with my lips and tongue. From her gentle forehead to her toes I licked, sucked and kissed every nook and cranny.
She threw her head back and her body started shaking when my tongue lightly grazed her hard clit. The lips of her cunt were slick with her love, and her natural perfume filled the room.
She was the first woman I’d ever met who had a truly beautiful pussy. It was almost a work of art. Up till that night, I had only feasted on a woman to be obligatory. But with her it was a labor of love. She was so sweet and silky. With each stroke of my tongue, her body arched and quivered. Her moans became louder and her hands urged me on.
Sliding up her sweating body, my rock-hard dick pressed against her stomach. She looked at me, her eyes pleading for me to make passionate love to her. I slowly raised my body and moved my cock between her thighs. I placed the blood-engorged head against her moist, velvety thatch.
I smiled and asked her if she wanted me to put it inside. She nodded.
“No, baby,” I said. “I want to hear you say it.”
Her words seemed to drip with passion. “I want to feel you, all of you, deep inside me.”
Slowly, I lowered myself into her. I could feel her muscles holding me, rippling as, ever so slowly, I started long, deep thrusts. I wanted this to last, it was too good to rush. She, despite her apparent naiveté, was a natural lover. She moved with ease, matching my every stroke.
We began to move faster, her body and hands urging me on. Her lips left a trail of wet fire on my neck. Faster and faster, I could feel the pressure building. As I raced toward the finish, my dick burned with anticipation, my balls sizzling as they filled with hot come. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer.
Suddenly she gave a loud moan and held me tight. Her hips thrust up, burying me deep inside. I felt her cunt spasm. It was then that my dick exploded inside her, pulsing with each spurt. It felt as if my whole body was draining into her through the head of my dick.
We collapsed. Our bodies were covered with sweat. We lay there for a while, just looking at each other. Then, gently, she gave me a little kiss.
For two days we explored. Hot-oil massages, steamy showers—the list of what we did is endless. We wrapped ourselves in sensuality, completely forgetting about everything else. Finally, it had to end.
I couldn’t let her go back to face the music alone, so I decided I’d go with her to her husband.
When we arrived at the apartment, it was empty. I mean empty! Not a piece of furniture, not even a scrap of paper, was left.
BETH AND THE FRAT BOY
I saw one of my fraternity brothers talking to a carful of fellow students in the parking lot behind the house. There were two attractive women in the car. I thought the blonde in the backseat was especially sexy, so I gave her a smile. Her name was Beth, and as she tipped her sunglasses farther down her nose to give me a view of her luminous green eyes, I imagined how she might look in sunglasses alone: a smooth, silky body begging for my tongue. Thank goodness my fraternity brother and I were late to class. If I’d stayed any longer, I would have embarrassed myself by getting a pulsing hard-on.
I mentioned to my fraternity brother that I thought Beth was hot. I needed a date to our formal the following weekend, and he said Beth was definitely available, so I called her that evening. We talked for half an hour before I asked her to the formal. I told her what a great time we were going to have—the party atmosphere, the great tunes, the booze and the wild dancing. Her voice sounded soft, sexy and deep, and I began to rub my dick through my shorts while talking to her.
The day of the formal was pretty wild. As is the tradition at our fraternity, we have a celebration before the dance. We were doing shots of tequila—lots of shots—and playing touch football. I had wisely gotten dressed before I got too drunk: I knew what it was like to be in such bad shape you can’t even tie the laces of your shoes! Now I had a great buzz going and could barely see the passes I was catching.
Before I knew it it was nine o’clock. My tux was stained from the football game, but it was too late to get another one. I ran across campus to Figman Hall, which was Beth’s dorm, and knocked on her door. I had a big smile on my face and smelled like a man: cologne and sweat, grass, dirt and tequila. Thank goodness I was chewing a piece of mint gum. The door opened and a little brunette said Beth would be right out and asked if I wanted a beer. I had no willpower. “Sure,” I said.
Beth came out with a big smile on her face and said, “I’m excited about the party tonight.” She had wavy blonde hair with some extra mousse in it to make it really stiff. She had a light, flawless complexion and the cutest little nose which turned up at the end. It reminded me of my penis, which was starting to get erect.
Beth was wearing a black party dress cut way above her knees. She had on a silver-gold belt revealing a small waist, and she wore no bra to cover her firm breasts. Her nipples were hard and pointing out. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and hugged her so that I could savor those luscious melons pressing against my chest. I felt a tremor in my crotch, but was still too drunk to get a real hard-on.
We walked in the front door of the fraternity house, and I took Beth’s hand and led her down the stairs into the basement where we have our parties. We went immediately to the bar, and I got Beth a gin and tonic that was mostly gin. I poured myself a gin with no tonic at all. This was a party! We sipped our drinks and started to talk about school, our voices barely able to penetrate the loud music. A few minutes later the disc jockey began played a really good tune. Beth and I put our drinks down and headed straight to the dance floor. I looked at her glass and noticed she’d practically sucked down the entire drink.
The next song was a slow one. Beth pulled me close and put her arms around my neck. I put one hand on her back and the other right above her perfect ass. As the song progressed, I concentrated on pressing my body tightly against hers. Her tits were making their presence known, and to my delight she gyrated her hips ever so slightly against my crotch. I took that as a hint, moved one of my hands to her ass and started to rub with vigor. We must have been putting on quite a show, because most of the other couples had stopped dancing and were watching our passion ignite.
Not wanting to be an exhibitionist, I suggested we take a break. I looked right at her crotch, then into her lustrous green eyes. She looked back at me and ran her tongue seductively across her upper lip. No words needed to be spoken. I grabbed her hand and half-led, half-pulled her through the throngs of people as we made it up the three flights of stairs to my room. As I was trying to unlock the door she reached under my ass, between my legs, and tickled my scrotum with her long fingers. She played with my balls with such delicacy that it made me shudder with delight. I leaned over and kissed her deepl
y, my tongue practically reaching her tonsils. I was so excited that I had a hard time getting the key in the door. She had to steady my hand with hers. I turned the lock and rushed into the room. I reached around and locked the door securely.
I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me, caressing her ass and pulling her crotch to mine. The effects of the alcohol were diminishing and I was sporting a lively boner. Beth glided her crotch over my ice-hard dick, moving in a circular motion so intense I thought she would split the seams of my trousers. She broke away from our long, deep kiss and went to work on my ear, slurping and sucking it like she was trying to make it come!
Beth was working both of us into a frenzy. I massaged her braless tits while rolling and pinching the nipples with my fingers. She leaned over, blew warm air into my ear and whispered, “I’m so horny I can’t stand it.” While still tongue-fucking my ear, Beth took her right leg and hooked it around my back, shifting most of her weight and practically jumping on me. I kissed her again and told her I was going to make her come until the sun came up. She moaned and replied, “Oh, I can’t wait to feel your cock!”
I felt her cunt through her black dress while undoing her belt. Beth undid my shirt, slowly at first, then ripping it off me so that the buttons popped off and shot across the room. She reached into my briefs and massaged my cock, playing with the pre-come that had oozed from the tip. I kicked off my trousers and shoes, and quickly whisked away my socks while Beth tossed her clothes behind her. We stood skin-to-skin, except for our briefs, kissing each other and working our hands feverishly, unable to get enough of each other.
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