I kneaded her breasts and started sucking her nipples. Beth’s areolae were the size of silver dollars and her nipples were as hard as my dick. I left her saliva-coated nipples and moved up to her neck. We began to grind our crotches together, dry-humping to the music our hormones were providing. Beth ran her long fingers down my back. I was getting goose bumps all over my body.
By now the strong, sweet aroma coming from the patch of wetness between her thighs permeated the air. In a voice hoarse and full of passion, she looked straight into my eyes and said, “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me. I want you to . . .”
Before she could say another word I slid two fingers into her sopping cunt. I pulled off her panties and used a third finger to jiggle her clit. I worked it in a circular motion, making her gasp and squeal as she rode my hand with gusto. Beth stiffened and then moved again, stiffened and moved again, keeping up this stop/start routine until she came. The amount of liquid that shot out of her was unbelievable. I’d never known a woman could ejaculate like that. My parents were right. College was full of learning experiences.
I pulled my fingers out so I could taste her honey, then put them near her mouth so she could also have a taste. She sucked my fingers the way I hoped she could suck cock, giving them long, wet licks and taking them deep into her throat. We fell to the floor, the fires of our lust raging. She lay on her back and spread her legs far apart, knees up. I stroked my dick, hovering over her mouth.
“Do you want it?” I asked.
“Yes, yes!”
“Where do you want it?” I teased, lowering myself until my cock was just out of reach of her lips. She snapped at it, trying to take it into her mouth, but I quickly pulled it away. She giggled and tried again, but again I kept her from tasting the knob of my cock.
“Please give me your cock. I want it now,” she said. I looked down to see she was pumping a finger in and out of her pussy. What a turn-on!
“I know what you really want,” I said. “You want it in your pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me about your pussy, Beth. Tell me what it’s like.”
“It’s hot, sticky, and very wet,” she began.
“And tight?” I asked.
“Tight as a fist,” she said. “It’s going to squeeze all the come out of you.”
“That’s good,” I said, “because—”
But before I could finish, she grabbed my cock and stuffed it inside her. “Enough talking!” she said. “Just fuck me, baby!”
Her cunt felt so good around my bulging cock and I wanted to savor the feeling. I held her still for a second, letting the incredible heat of her pussy consume me. She locked her legs around my back and pulled me deeper into her. Her pussy felt like the mold where my dick had been cast—a perfect fit. I pressed my mouth to hers, feeling her erect nipples press into my chest. The continual slurping sounds of my dick plunging in and out of her moist cunt filled the room.
I was really putting it to her, so at first I didn’t hear the knocks at the door. But as the pounding grew more insistent, it dawned on me that my roommate, Mel, wanted in. Beth and I were almost at the pinnacle of pleasure too. Damn! I covered her beautiful body with a sheet, grabbed a towel to cover my swollen, throbbing dick and, with a scowl, answered the door.
Mel stared back at me, his girlfriend at his side. They looked desperate, like they really needed a place to fuck—I guess her room was unavailable. I told them to come back in a while, then motioned to Beth to let them know I wasn’t alone.
“We don’t mind,” said Denny, Mel’s girl. “It could be a party.” Denny was a hot number and at any other time I would have jumped at the chance to be in the same room while she was fucking Mel. But I’d just met Beth and didn’t want anyone else around, at least not for a little while longer.
“Come back in an hour.” I said. Drunk, horny and disappointed, Mel and Denny left.
I went back to Beth, apologized for the interruption and resumed kissing her. I couldn’t wait to finish what we’d begun. But I must have been drunker than I’d thought, because all of a sudden the room started spinning. I mean really spinning. I had to lie down on the floor.
“Are you okay?” Beth asked.
“Just give me a minute,” I said. It was right about then, I guess, that I blacked out.
I don’t know how much later it was when I awoke, but I knew I’d been out for some time. My head was still spinning too, but for a different reason. Beth, naked and gorgeous as ever, was lying on her stomach, her face buried in my crotch. Her wet mouth was busily sucking my hard cock. I had blacked out many times, but I’d never been revived like this before! She gave a playful blowjob, fucking at the head with her pink tongue and taking long, lollipop licks at the shaft. My dick felt like a red-hot poker sitting in a fire.
“Oh good, you’re back,” she said when she saw me stir. “I was hoping that would do the trick.” Satisfied with my recovery, Beth changed positions and straddled me, lowering herself seductively on my cock. “You said something about making me come until the sun came up. We still have a few hours left.” With that, she impaled herself on my sausage.
Beth rolled her hips, filling herself with every inch of my prick and rubbing her clit against me. She moved from side to side and up and down, like some wild carnival ride. I could see the orgasm building up inside her. Her hips bucked faster and her head was tossing left and right. “Fuck me, fuck me!” she said through deep breaths. “Deeper! I want it deeper!”
I grabbed her ass and pulled her to me as tightly as I could. She told me to suck her titties, and that did the trick. No sooner had I taken her left nipple between my lips than she screamed, “Yes! Oh yes, come with me!”
Beth slithered up and down my cock, milking out my load as it exploded into her. The feeling was exquisite, and the sight of her riding up and down my pole kept me hard long enough to ram her to another pair of orgasms. She didn’t stop moving, but instead urged me on by planting her luscious tits in my mouth. Finally, her back arched and she came again, her entire body crashing down onto my chest.
We regained our strength enough to get dressed and vacate the room for Denny and Mel. We made our way to Beth’s dorm, hoping her roommate wasn’t in so the night wouldn’t have to end.
BAHAMAS GETAWAY
A few months ago while on vacation in the Bahamas, I had an experience that left no doubt in my mind why French women have such a reputation as expert practitioners of the art of love. I was staying at a small, very private resort hotel on one of the outer islands that attract very little of the usual tourist trade. The hotel accommodated only about twenty-five people. Each evening, the management offered a dinner seating for its guests in an elegant dining room with a magnificent view of the pink, coral-sand beach below.
It was our first night there. My friends and I were well into our second round of before-dinner cocktails when the sexiest, most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in my life strolled into the room and seated herself at an adjacent table. This woman was in a class by herself. Tall and slim, with the lean, muscular look of an athlete, she had dark, lustrous, shoulder-length hair and penetrating blue eyes. She was wearing red nylon running shorts just tight enough to show off a perfect ass, and a transparent white blouse through which I could easily see the dark circles of her nipples.
Throughout dinner my cock was twitching like crazy, as though it could sense the world-class pussy of the woman sitting at the next table. I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was talking with the three women and two men with whom she was dining. They all were speaking English with distinct French accents. I offered a silent prayer of thanks when, from the scattered bits of conversation I overheard, I figured out that she was not romantically involved with either of the men.
Several times during the meal she glanced over, caught me watching her and smiled before looking away. Unfortunately she didn’t show up later on in the cocktail lounge as I’d hoped she would. Disap
pointed, I lulled myself to sleep that night stroking my meat, dreaming about the far more interesting things I could be doing with her if she were in bed beside me.
Early the next morning I went for a run on the beach, then decided to cool off with a leisurely ocean swim. As I emerged from the water, refreshed, my prayers of the previous evening were answered. Coming down the stairs and heading for the beach, wrapped in a white terry-cloth robe, was the woman. I watched as she pulled a canvas beach chair closer to the water, dropped her sunglasses and keys onto it, then casually stepped out of her robe. I blinked several times, hoping to God that this wasn’t just a dream from which I would wake up alone with my dick in my hand. It was real, though—she was standing there wearing only the tiniest bikini bottom.
My prick started to stiffen while I gazed at her full breasts swaying slightly as she walked into the water, and I nearly came on the spot when she turned away from me and bent over to get her hair wet, showing me the most glorious set of buns I had ever seen. I suddenly realized that this was no accidental meeting and that she knew exactly who I was and what she was doing. I began to have great difficulty keeping my seven-inch tool inside my tight swimsuit as I watched her move through the shallow water to where I was standing.
“Bonjour,” she said. “I am Jeanette. Do you remember me from last night?”
“Hi, Jeanette, I’m Barry. And you’ve got to be kidding. Only a blind man could forget someone who looks as good as you do,” I replied, trying my hardest to look at her face and not at the pair of perfectly shaped tits that were bobbing in and out of the water in front of me. “I didn’t think a woman could look any sexier than you do. You really have a fantastic body.”
“I’m so happy you like it,” she said. I noticed her looking down through the crystal-clear water and realized she was inspecting the huge lump growing in my swimsuit. She was smiling when she looked back up and said, “It looks like you have some impressive features yourself.” I felt her cup my balls in her hand and then trace a fingernail along the entire throbbing shaft of my cock. Before I knew what was happening she had pulled down my suit and was slowly stroking my hardness to full erection. As she continued to fondle me she said in a husky voice, “It’s always an added treat to find out the man I’ve chosen is well-hung.”
I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by “chosen,” but I figured it couldn’t be too bad if she’d planned to start the day by massaging my cock before breakfast. I put my arms around her and kissed her, taking a breast in my hand and feeling the nipple harden beneath my fingers. Moving to the smooth contours of her ass, I pulled her close to me, pressing my hard dick against her mound.
She moaned softly and moved against me with an urgency that was driving me crazy with lust. There was no doubt that if this continued for about two more minutes I was going to be standing waist-deep in the water no more than fifty yards from the shore, fucking this woman like a madman. As good as that sounded, I could see there were now half a dozen people on the beach, all of whom were showing an interest in what was going on. I knew that, even in the Bahamas, there were a few things that could get you in trouble if you did them in public. So I disengaged myself from Jeanette, pulled my swimsuit back up and told her that we needed to continue this back at the hotel.
We made it back to her room in record time. The next thing I knew, I was sitting naked in a deck chair on her private balcony while she knelt between my legs and gave me what was probably the best head in the world. There is no other way to describe it. Jeanette made unbelievably hot, insane love to my cock with her lips and tongue. She’d take my entire length down her throat while gently squeezing my balls, and then with excruciating slowness would let my prick slide out of her mouth until just the big, purple head was inside her lips and she could caress the slit with the tip of her tongue. She seemed to be able to sense exactly when I was about to shoot my load. She would slow down, just lightly kissing the shaft or running the slippery head over her face until it was wet with my pre-come, then plunge it back down her throat. I’d never known anyone who had such a talent for giving head.
After about twenty minutes of this, my balls felt like they were going to explode if I didn’t get some quick relief. “Honey,” I moaned, “if you continue doing that I’m going to come like a volcano.”
She paused momentarily, letting my cock slip out of her mouth, and looked up at me with a big grin on her face. “Barry, darling, you shouldn’t worry. You are going to come many times today, as am I. This is only the first. You American men are always so concerned about the timing of your orgasms. Just relax and enjoy it. Believe me, I certainly intend to.”
With that, she took my throbbing tool in her hand and began to jerk me off while at the same time flicking her tongue over the sensitive underside of my cockhead. I completely lost control at that point and started coming like a fire hose, shooting stream after thick stream of semen. She never missed a beat and kept steadily sucking on my schlong.
“Oh yes, baby, yes!” she cried. “God, I love watching a man shoot off like that. It turns me on so much I just can’t stand it.” She squeezed out the last of my jism and slowly licked it from the head of my cock. “Now I need to come, lover. Make me come, baby. Please eat my little pussy and make me come right now!”
She quickly stood up, turned around and bent over so her dripping cunt was right in my face. I went right to work, grabbing her hips and giving her sweet-tasting slit the tongue-job of my life. In about two minutes she went off like a rocket and let out a high-pitched wail that I was sure would bring the hotel manager knocking on the door. She bucked and wiggled so much that I had a hell of a time keeping my tongue on her lust-swollen clit. But it didn’t seem to matter as she climaxed three or four times in succession, each one more intense than the last.
After a warm, lingering kiss on the lips, she grabbed my penis and gently tugged me up and out of the chair. “Time for a nice, hot shower,” she said, and headed back into her room with me in tow. Inside, she gave my cock a squeeze and told me to get started while she ordered breakfast. I might add it turned out to be a hot shower in more ways than one. By the time we were done she had sucked me until I was stiff again, and then begged me to fuck her from the rear while the warm water cascaded down our bodies. I had been with some horny women before, but I was getting the idea that, as the day progressed, Jeanette was going to provide me with her own personal definition of “insatiable.”
Later, over a leisurely breakfast on the balcony, Jeanette told me that she lived in Paris, near the Louvre, was married to a Swiss businessman and was in the habit of taking an annual, separate vacation—the sole purpose of which was to have great sex with a strange man. This was done with the full knowledge of her husband, who took a similar trip at the same time. She had chosen the Bahamas this year and he had picked Copenhagen where, as she put it, “some hot, blonde, Danish nineteen-year-old is probably fucking his brains out right now. And I hope he is loving it!” She said they both found it to be very beneficial to their marriage, kind of like getting their erotic batteries recharged once a year. Apparently she’d decided when she saw me at dinner that I was the sexual companion she wanted on this trip. I briefly wondered what I could have possibly done to deserve such luck, but by then I felt Jeanette’s hand starting to stroke my prick again and decided to leave the analysis of my good fortune for another time.
The next three days were an unbelievable blur of nonstop sex. We fucked, sucked, probed, licked and touched in every way I could imagine, and in some I couldn’t. We did it in bed, on the floor, on the beach at night, in the hotel pool, even in the ladies’ room at the airport on the day we left. Jeanette acted like she just could not get enough of my cock. If it wasn’t in her cunt, she had it in her mouth. And if not that, she was jerking me off with her hands or feet or having me fuck her between the tits. During those times when my dick was recuperating, she would sit on my face while I tongued her to orgasm after writhing orgasm.
When she
kissed me good-bye at the airport, she told me to look her up it I ever found myself in Paris. You can guess where I’m planning to go on vacation next!
BOX LUNCH
When I met Victoria, I was thrilled to discover that we shared the same occupation. We drive eighteen-wheelers, hauling produce all over the country, so we ended up running together for a few months.
Victoria isn’t your average trucker. She takes great pride in her appearance. Polished fingernails, perfectly done makeup and styled hair are part of her daily routine. She is about five foot four, one hundred twenty-five pounds, with silky-smooth skin and shiny, dark brown hair. She is very striking. We were really attracted to each other and soon we were involved in the most intimate relationship either of us has ever had. This story is about an afternoon tryst that was so hot that the recollection of it makes me rock-hard.
Last spring I had to take some time off from work due to health reasons. We had been apart for about three weeks and had spoken on the phone only a few times.
Early one morning I received a phone call from her. She told me that she wanted to go for a picnic lunch and canoe ride. I organized the afternoon with eager anticipation.
We met at one o’clock. I wanted to jump into the sleeper of the truck right there and then partake of her fruits. She was wearing a pair of short cutoffs that showed the curve of her firm cheeks and a bright, red blouse. This only increased my desire for her. After she promised that she had something special in store for me, I was persuaded to wait.
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