We spent the rest of the night getting very little sleep. We talked for a while. We snacked a little. We had sex on the floor and in the bathtub. We even gave each other massages before the sun rose again. After showering together, we checked out of the room and headed back to campus so we wouldn’t miss our Monday classes.
Randy and Allison have been happily married for nearly three years now, and are considering having kids soon. I didn’t get Allison, but I do have my memories of one of the best nights of my life.—T.R., Ann Arbor, Michigan
SHE’S SHIFTING INTO HIGH GEAR WHEN SHE SHOULD BE PARKING
I was living in Northern California and attending college when I met Debra. I had gotten a late start on my academic life at thirty-five years old. Debra was ten years my junior, and was everything I dreamed of in a woman. She was tall, athletic and adventurous. She also had a curvaceous body, slim-waisted with proudly jutting tits, and had a truly delightful pussy, with the fleshiest lips I had ever seen.
We were in a couple of classes together, and soon discovered that we lived near each other. When she asked me if she could catch rides with me to class, I thought it was a great idea. It wasn’t long before our mutual interests led us to share an occasional glass of wine or a joint, and we finally hustled each other into my bed one rainy night, when my girlfriend was away in San Francisco.
Debra loved to fuck and to suck cock, and considered it a worthy challenge to take a big dick all the way down her throat.
She was extremely enthusiastic about sex, sometimes begging me to come on her face or do her in the ass. Although she lived with roommates, and I with my girlfriend, we arranged plenty of opportunities to get it on under the pretense of studying. At times we interrupted study sessions in the college library to sneak off to an empty classroom for a quick fuck, or into the stacks for a blowjob. On the way home from school we occasionally stopped at the beach, or in a deserted area, for a moonlight tumble of outrageous sex.
The backseat of my Ford Mustang had never seen this type of action. Once in a while Debra and I would whisper our fantasies to each other over the phone while we both masturbated. It was a great affair, with lots of memorable moments, but one truly amazing event occurred on a Saturday morning study date.
It was a rainy, foggy day. We drove to the campus parking lot in my car. On the way to campus I played with Debra’s nipples while she unzipped my pants and lightly sucked on my hardening dick. By the time we got to school we were pretty horny, and we thought that, with help from the thick fog, we might be able to help ourselves to a piece of tail right there in the parking lot.
I drove to a deserted corner of the lot, and we started going at it—kissing open-mouthed and fondling each other’s genitals. After a few minutes the car window steamed up and increased our cover. Before long, Debra had slipped her pants off and straddled my lap, facing me, with her feet on the back of my seat. It was easy to slide my cock into her tight, wet cunt. I grabbed her ass to keep it from blowing the car’s horn, and Debra slowly rode up and down on my stiff pole.
We fucked for a few minutes, reveling in the glorious sensations. My balls were drawn up tight, and her rising and falling literally had me on the edge of my seat. I thought I’d blow my load at any moment. I was deliriously happy, but Debra, being inventive and curious, was restless. She mumbled something about “putting things into high gear,” while carefully assaying the cramped front seats of my Mustang.
Debra slowly lifted herself off my cock, then moved sideways, so she wound up with a foot on each of the two front bucket seats. She was still facing the back of the car and squatting down, but what she did next totally amazed me. She reached down between her two legs where her purse was wedged against the seat, and pulled out a short, gold-colored vibrator. When she flicked it on its battery-powered buzz seemed to fill the whole car. She’d often talked about the “secret friend” who cared for her when we couldn’t get together, but I’d never seen it, and was surprised at how loud it seemed to be.
“Hey, what if all that noise draws a crowd?” I whispered. “The more the merrier,” she responded, and touched the vibrating tip to her clit, which was protruding, round and ripe, from between her fleshy cunt lips. The sound of the motor was immediately drowned out by her responsive moans.
I didn’t know what to say. At first I felt a little left out, but as I watched her masturbate I became incredibly excited. My expression seemed to encourage Debra more, because before I knew it she was burying the whole golden shaft of the dildo between those gorgeous pussy lips of hers until her juices ran down over her fist.
Her face contorted with pleasure and excitement as her juices ran down the knob at the base of the vibrator. The sight of her squirming was awesome. My motor was revving, to say the least. Debra pumped her hips a few times, then pulled the vibrator out again and ran it around her juicy pussy lips, as if it was a cock and she hadn’t had any in months. She plunged it inside her pussy again, pumped away furiously, then suddenly stopped and sighed.
Her juices covered her fingers so that she could barely hold the humming shaft. I was amazed. By the slight tremble of her body and the way Debra’s eyes were closed, I knew she had climaxed. I know this sounds weird, but I had never seen a girl getting herself off before. Everyone I’d gone out with always got embarrassed and said that was a really private thing.
Debra settled back down on the passenger seat with a very satisfied smile. She turned to me with a languid smile, then slid sinuously down to the floor. After asking me if she could go down on me, she proceeded to suck my cock. Could she, I thought to myself. I would have surely felt left out if she hadn’t.
It didn’t take long before I came, and just before I did she teasingly took my cock out of her mouth and rubbed it all over her face. One jet of come hit her square in the corner of her closed mouth, so she tilted her head sideways to let my come run across her full lips. She then sucked my come into her mouth and swallowed it. Then we got dressed and went into the library to study.
After that parking experience, I found myself fondly daydreaming about Debra’s lovely wet pussy impaled on her golden wand. My only regret is that we never got the opportunity to shift into overdrive before the fog lifted!—M.V., Redwood, CA
SOMETIMES THE BEST LAID PLANS JUST LEAD TO THE BEST LAYS
I’m a twenty-four-year-old woman married to a thirty-three-year-old man who really knows how to fuck. I mean, he’s incredible in bed and, being older and more experienced, he has taught me many pleasurable things.
He’s six-feet-one-inch tall and weighs about a hundred and forty pounds, trim and muscular with an eight-inch cock. I’m five-foot-five, about one-thirty with 34C tits and shapely legs and ass. I’m going to tell you about the night I blew his mind.
Having been at home all day, I had plenty of time for horny fantasies, and they gradually evolved into a little scheme. Knowing that he loves black lingerie and having his cock sucked, I planned accordingly.
I dressed in a tight, black, crotchless lace outfit, stockings and heels. I finished the look with a tank top and a miniskirt that showed off my curves but hid the surprise. My cunt was hot and wet with excitement by the time I finished dressing up. It got a lot wetter driving to pick him up from work.
When Sidney got into the car and saw my outfit, his eyes widened with surprise and I saw his cock spring to attention. When he was settled I pulled up my skirt and flashed him a peek at my crotchless outfit and hot, pink pussy. He kept glancing over, and before long he had started fingering my cunt. Pretty soon he jokingly suggested we stop somewhere and fuck. He assumed I wouldn’t, knowing that I’m shy and reserved, and have always resisted his suggestions about fucking in the open. He certainly didn’t expect me to pull off on a side road and pull out his hard cock for a quick suck, but he made no move to stop me when I did.
One thing that invariably gets him going is if I stick my tongue out as far as it will go and swirl it around and around his penis. Every time it passes the undersid
e of his dickhead he jumps, and he usually doesn’t jump more than a couple of times before he starts spraying. That’s what I did to him on this occasion, and when he started moaning like he was going to come I stopped and told him to save it until we got home. He was surprised at the sudden turn of events, but decided to be patient.
After we got back on the road, I kept reaching over every once in a while to make sure he was still good and hard. I was never disappointed, either by Sid’s stiffness or the response I got. He sighed and humped his hips every time I touched the outline of his dick. Instead of rubbing him more, I’d just pat his thigh and say, “Just checking.”
At home, Sidney went straight to our room, while I stripped off my outer clothes, leaving my sexy outfit and heels on. Sidney was lying on the bed, all six feet plus of him, naked, with his full hard eight-inch rod waving in the air. This man is a real treat to look at. He could have been a model if he’d been a little more vain.
My mother had told us of a little game her boyfriend plays with her called Around the World. It’s an anything goes kind of game, except for one important rule: The recipient isn’t allowed to touch the giver.
Straddling his body and kissing his neck, I informed him that he was not allowed to touch me. After being sucked so close to orgasm in the car, and watching me in my sexy outfit, he let out a groan and said, “I don’t know whether I can do that.”
“Try. For me,” I requested with a coo. He didn’t reply, but I saw his cock leap in anticipation, and that was enough of an answer for me.
Starting with his hard little nipples, I kissed, licked and nibbled my way down his love trail, purposely avoiding his thrusting, purple-headed cock. Knowing his stomach, inner thighs and balls are extremely sensitive, I centered my careful and lingering attention there. I licked slowly from his knee to his tight sac and nibbled on his balls, tongued his tight ass and kissed the smooth skin under his nuts.
Sidney was moaning and gripping the headboard, constantly directing his swollen cock toward my mouth and begging me to suck him. His hot rod was oozing onto his stomach, and I carefully and thoroughly licked up every stray drop. Then, sensing that he was as hot as he was ever going to get, I suddenly deep-throated as much of his huge prick as I could. He groaned loudly and came straight up off the bed, rolling me onto my back. Without any help from me, as I was giggling at the look of intense excitement on his face, he began jamming his pulsing rod at my midsection. I spread my legs and he found my soaked opening and began slamming into me for all he was worth.
Sidney stopped and asked me to get on my knees. With my rounded ass sticking up in the air, he shoved his cock into my slippery hole to the hilt. He was banging away so hard that his balls slapped against my clit with every thrust.
Getting close to coming, and wanting to do something spectacular to finish off this special event, I stopped him and asked him if he wanted to fuck my asshole. He immediately said that he did. I grabbed the K-Y off the nightstand and rubbed some on his cock and my virgin hole. I reached under and behind me and ran his cockhead up and down my crack, finally centering his head right at my tight opening. Slowly he shoved his cock into my tight asshole. He reached around to finger my cunt and clit as he sank his cock in my quivering hole.
When I started to moan and push against him he grasped my hips and started working in and out of me. I fingered my clit while his balls slapped my swollen lips. As we climaxed, I watched him pounding into me in the mirror beside the bed. Still connected, we slumped to the mattress. His cock kept pumping come into my ass and twitching. I could feel the streams pouring out of him so much more clearly than I can in my pussy.
Afterward he admitted it was the best fuck of his life. Then he started patting my breast. Looking at him with a satisfied grin, I informed him that he had touched me, and “Now we have to start all over.”—R.B., Tucson, Arizona
LIFE IN PRISON LOOKS A LOT BETTER WHEN YOUR COUNSELOR IS A SEXY BLONDE LADY
I am a convicted felon, currently incarcerated for one to seven years in a state penitentiary. Feeling miserable because I no longer had the freedom to enjoy my favorite hobbies (sex, sex and more sex), I began my imprisonment by keeping to myself and not allowing too many inmates or prison officials to get near me. The one question constantly on my mind was, What will I do now that I can’t have pussy six or seven times a day? Each time I would think of Debbi, Sara, Lynn, Bette and Kim, the girls I used to entertain every day, I would feel my fat black eleven-inch dick begin to throb in my brown jailhouse uniform. Then I would go to my cell and hang up a curtain so that no one could see me as I feverishly masturbated myself to climax.
I was indulging in this substitute pleasure one day when, just as I was about to reach orgasm, I was disturbed by a soft tapping on my cell door. With cock in hand I went over and pulled aside the curtain enough to see Rhonda, my prison counselor, standing there with my file folder.
Rhonda was a very petite but extremely sexy blonde lady, about five feet two and one hundred ten pounds. Her tits were small, and even though she wore somewhat loose-fitting pants, it was evident that she had a very shapely ass, and hips that flared enough to please any man.
I knew Rhonda could see the lustful expression on my face as I looked her body up and down, pausing at her breasts before meeting her eyes. Still, she gave me a friendly smile as she asked if I could come to her office to go over my programming schedule.
I asked her if she needed me to come right away and she replied, still smiling, “Yes, if you’re not too busy.” I wondered if she knew what I’d been doing. Deciding to test her out, I took down the top part of the curtain, showing her my naked chest and torso. When my cute and sexy counselor said nothing, but just stood there and looked at me, I boldly turned and walked over to my bunk, knowing she could see my strong hairy ass over the lower half of the curtain. When Rhonda still said nothing, I spun around quickly to expose my solid, meaty, still half-erect shaft to her gaze. I smiled to myself as I saw her swallow and lick her lips. Then she collected herself and turned away, telling me she would wait for me in her office.
After getting dressed (not bothering with my boxers or T-shirt) I walked across the unit, passing inmates playing cards, chess and dominos. I knocked on the office door just as my counselor was putting up a removable blind over her window. She motioned for me to come in, and I took a seat in a soft office chair in front of her cluttered desk.
I noticed that Rhonda had taken down her blonde hair, letting it fall to her shoulders. When she began to speak, her voice sounded kind of nervous. She cleared her throat and started again.
“Is there anything in particular you’d like to do or accomplish while you’re here?” she asked me.
Immediately I said, “Do you mean in this office, or in the prison?”
She smiled nervously. “I mean what would you like to do here in this jail during your term of incarceration?”
I knew what she wanted to hear, so I said I wanted to do anything and everything that was necessary in order to make parole when the time came—adding that that included doing whatever pleased my counselor. Rhonda said she was working on my program plan, which included deciding which job details I would be working on. She then informed me that one of my jobs would be to clean her office every day.
“When do you want me to start?” I said.
“Now!” Rhonda replied quickly.
I rose to leave, intending to find some cleaning supplies, but Rhonda stopped me at her door, then got up and walked over to where I stood. Standing close and looking me straight in the eye, she asked, “Did you just get out of the showers when I came to your cell?”
“No,” I said.
She took a deep breath.
“You are a very . . . healthy man,” she said softly. “I’ve never imagined a cock the size of yours. I hope I didn’t embarrass you by looking at you that way, but I was in shock.”
“You didn’t embarrass me,” I replied. “You just reminded me of my favorite hobby.”
Rhonda looked confused. “What does your hobby have to do with your—with you being naked?”
I smiled, looking straight into her eyes as I said, “My hobby is fucking beautiful women. Fucking them and sucking them and bringing them to orgasm.”
My gorgeous counselor stared for a moment, licking her soft lips. Then she took my hand and brought it to her mouth, placing my forefinger on her bottom lip. Her tongue reached out to caress it, and I slid it into her mouth. She took it eagerly, closing her lips around it as if it were a little cock.
I liked what she was doing. I liked it so much I felt a stirring in my loins, and I automatically reached out to caress her face. She closed her eyes, still sucking on my finger, and I thought I saw her nipples becoming hard and rigid under her blouse. Feeling confident now, I placed my hand between her breasts and found that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I slid the hand onto her breast, caressing its softness and moving my palm in small circles around the hard nipple.
Rhonda was moaning around the finger still lodged in her slurping mouth. My own desire was mounting rapidly. I unbut-toned her blouse to expose her firm, creamy-white mounds, with nipples that stood out like little pinkies. After caressing both of them, I bowed my head to her chest, where my wanton lips and mouth eagerly enveloped her soft tits and hard nipples.
Rhonda threw her head back, moaning softly as I sucked and licked at her tits. She then reached for my throbbing dick, un-buttoning my fly and freeing my swiftly stiffening cock. Rhonda’s hand glided up and down over the thick shaft, both of us moaning now with pleasure. With my free hand I reached down to rub at her pussy through the thin material of her dark blue skirt, and as I did she started grinding her crotch against my fingers. I quickly reached beneath her skirt and pulled the fabric of her lacy panties to one side, exposing her swollen clit to my touch. My middle finger slid into my counselor’s tight slit as with my forefinger I started stroking the little man in the boat, feeling it respond by swelling and stiffening even further. She was so wet that her juices covered my palm. Sliding another finger deep inside her clutching pussy, I continued stroking her clit, rubbing it harder, and not stopping even when I heard Rhonda cry out as she approached her climax. Then she started bucking and twisting, grabbing my dick with both hands as she gasped out her orgasm.
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