My ploy worked. In fact, it was she who spoke first, her warm voice caressing me. Her name was Clio, after the Muse of history, and Greek history was, of course, my subject. She was enchanted that I not only knew the derivation of her name, but that my field was so close to her own. She joined me for the simple meal I had prepared, and our minds struck sparks off each other as, apparently, did our mutual physical attraction.
After dinner she invited me for a swim and I accepted, my nylon shorts making acceptable trunks. She dove in, cleaving the water that glowed in the twilight, and before I could react, she had tossed aside her suit, splashing about like a Nereid on holiday.
She beckoned to me to join her, and I dove in and swam over. She reached out for me and we kissed deeply. My hands went to her breasts, squeezing those perfect young mounds that called me to worship them. I lowered my head and felt her shiver as I kissed and licked them, feeling her nipples harden against my lips.
My cock was tenting my ridiculous shorts, so I yanked them off. Naked, my erection bobbed lewdly in the water, and Clio reached for it, bending down to envelop my shaft between her perfect breasts. Her head dipped, and I felt the tip of my manhood disappear into her hot, sweet mouth. I clutched at her blonde hair and cried out as she blew me expertly.
She pulled away, knowing I was very close, and rested her bottom against the edge of the pool, leaning back invitingly, legs open. I came to her shakily. My cock had grown enormous. She could have had any handsome young stud she wanted, but it seemed she craved the experience I could offer. I took her in my arms again, poised at her entrance. She smiled and whispered, “Who needs Adonis when she can have Olympian Jove?” That did it. I shuddered and plunged my full length into her in a stroke that seemed to last an eternity.
She clung to me and gasped as she got used to my size. Her hands grasped my ass cheeks and drew me farther in, reluctantly letting me withdraw only to renew my ravishment. We started a rhythm, perfectly matching tempo, and I didn’t even hesitate when I felt her come the first time. Wave after wave shook her splendid body until I, too, tensed and poured my seed, and my soul, into her. A look of complete rapture illuminated her face, and I kissed her eyelids softly.
Our summer nights were filled with good conversation and intellectual sparring, interspersed with sex that only the gods of Olympus could have equaled. The night before she had to return to the university for the fall term, I took her out to an elegant restaurant for dinner. Afterward we sat in the moonlight and made love on the grass of my backyard, with all the poignancy of lovers who may not meet again.
In the afterglow I took courage and delved into the pocket of my cast-off trousers, coming up with a small box—a box to which I had entrusted my hopes for a vibrant future. Kneeling naked before her, I asked softly, “Little goddess of history, would you be the muse of my future? Clio, will you be my wife?”
She lay there silent for a second that seemed to last millennia, and my heart seemed to stop, caught between hope and fear. Then she spoke in that same lovely voice that had first warmed me three months before. “Oh yes, Henry! With all my heart.”
I slid the ring onto her finger and kissed her palm, too moved for words. Kisses supplied my meaning, however, and we made love again in the moonlight, confident of a shining future.
—Mr. H.M., Spring Lake, New Jersey
Frisky and Risky—Daring Lovers Thrive on the Outrageous
I have always admired the minds of my university professors, but last year I took a course from an especially creative and sexy man. I really didn’t turn on to George until I was a few weeks into the course, but once I did, I found it hard to concentrate on the study material. For about three months we played games with our eyes, exchanging innuendos and body language until I finally couldn’t stand it anymore and decided to seduce him.
I called George and asked for an appointment to supposedly go over some class material. We met at his office late one afternoon. The building was practically deserted, and as I walked into the room and saw him look up at me, all my doubts and inhibitions flew out the window. After a few formalities, he took me tenderly in his arms, whispered obscenities in my ear, and we ended up on the floor, indulging in our favorite indoor sport. He is extremely well-hung and blows me away whenever he touches me. We have been carrying on this affair for four months, and we both agree it’s the best way to advance the cause of higher education!
Two weeks ago, though, we pulled off something really special. George has to teach an extension course in a nearby city. When I offered to go along one time, he enthusiastically agreed. I offered him the use of my tiny sports car, and we set off that night for what turned out to be the most interesting ride I’ve ever had. Now, this man is highly sexed and can come in any position, anytime, anywhere, but I must admit I underestimated the power of his wonderfully athletic body and his fantastically carnal imagination.
Shortly after we took off, with George driving, I started fooling with his hair and kissing his neck. He managed, in between shifting gears, to get his hand into my pants and start warming my pussy. I unzipped his fly and took out his beautiful cock. Then I let my tongue explore the shaft and swollen head of his wondrous love machine.
The car shot through the night as I continued to tease him, and when he could take no more he told me I would have to get my pussy on his cock. Hiking my skirt above my thighs, I swung my right leg over him, bending my knee and jamming it between the car door and his bucket seat. I was facing him then, and I leaned to the left so he could see the road. I sat down hard on his cock, which was standing at attention, and he entered me at fifty miles an hour.
I started moving up and down. He wedged his heel into the floor of the car so he could control the gas pedal. I came within minutes, but I wasn’t done with him yet. I eased myself off his cock and got back in my seat beside him, put my mouth around him and finished him off while we streaked along the highway. Somehow, we managed to get to his class.
It had been so exciting that we decided we would try it again on our way home. We were pumping full blast on a lonely stretch of road while going fifty-five, when up over a hill came an eighteen-wheeler blinding us with its headlights. The truck was going quite slow, and the angle of the lights provided the driver with a perfectly illuminated view of my back and my lover’s front. Our position in the car and the smile on my lover’s face gave us away, I’m sure. The CBs must have been buzzing that night with one man’s version of what he saw—and probably couldn’t believe.
My lover seems to get off on risky sex. Next I’m going to hide under his desk at school, positioning myself between his legs. I will then give him glorious head while one of his superiors (department head or college VP) is in his office discussing important business, never suspecting what’s going on!
My favorite stud claims that he can come without any outward clues or change in facial expression, but if we can pull this one off, I bet he’ll smile a lot!
—Ms. C.T., Sacramento, California
City Gal Experiences the Special Joys of Country Living
I am an urban creature, and normally the great outdoors doesn’t turn me on. That’s what I thought, anyway, until I left New York and moved to a small college town in the mountains of Virginia. There were trees and grass in abundance. I even had a front yard with a garden, but what I missed was the anonymity of romantic strolls in Central Park in the spring with cherry blossoms in full bloom. Silly, right? But in a small town, courtship becomes either highly public or indoors and a bit furtive.
I had begun seeing a young colleague at the university, and we were at that stage where we had trouble keeping our hands off each other. John was tall and rugged, with unruly brown hair and laughing eyes that lit up my heart. It had been a hard winter, and we both wanted to get out and share the sun and fresh air. Not wanting to give the local gossips more material than necessary, I suggested to John that we drive out to the nearby national forest and take a stroll by the river. Not hike the Appalachia
n Trail, for heaven’s sakes, just take a walk.
Well, he thought I was being a little prudish, but he respects my big-city need for privacy, even while he teases me about it.
I put on sneakers and a cotton shirt and skirt, and we drove off, complete with a picnic lunch he had prepared. The pathways by the river were well-defined, and the smell of clean air and new growth was intoxicating. Unbelievably, nobody else was around, but on a weekday in early spring that was understandable.
We walked arm in arm until we found a suitable picnic spot. John spread the blanket, settling the picnic hamper beside us and pouring us each a glass of wine. He quoted some cavalier poet’s fantasy about nymphs and shepherds as a toast, and I tossed a handful of grass at him. Very carefully, he set down his glass, and from the look in his eyes, I saw I had better do the same.
Laughing, I rolled away as he leaped at me, leaving him clutching empty handfuls of blanket. He recovered quickly and managed to pin me gently but thoroughly to the ground. We were both breathing heavily, from more than simple exertion. The slight sheen of sweat on his upper lip was enticing. I tried to reach out my tongue and lick it off, but his mouth closed over mine in ruthless determination to have its own way.
John’s hands were busy with the buttons of my blouse, and mine were frantically trying to pull his polo shirt out of his slacks. My casual skirt slid off with no trouble, and I soon had John’s pants unfastened and was reaching into his briefs for his long, hard cock. Kneeling there in broad daylight, I gazed at his wonderful organ before taking it into my mouth and savoring the velvet softness of its sensitive head.
My hands caressed his shaft and hefted the weight of his balls in their crisply furred sac. He gave a galvanic little shiver as my lips closed around his cockhead, and his big hands held my head as I swallowed as much of him as I could. I breathed deeply through my nose and relaxed my throat as he began to pump into my mouth, his hips jerking faster as his excitement increased.
As I swallowed more and more of his shaft, my hands reached around and grabbed his ass, clutching his cheeks and pulling him in closer. The crinkle of his pubic hair against my lips and the smell of his fresh, clean sweat drove me on. My fingers caressed his ass, running into the crack and feeling for the tight bud that lay hidden there. As I felt him tighten up, I drove my finger into his asshole, finger-fucking him while he fucked my mouth. I was gagging a little, but it excited him even more. After one more hard thrust, he was spilling his come down my throat in stream after stream, and I was swallowing it all.
John stretched out beside me on the blanket, wiping my face and hands clean with one of those wet-nap things he’d packed for after lunch. He leaned over and kissed me, remarking that I looked sweet with my face all flushed. I replied that that was arrant nonsense; everybody knows professors of economics can’t be sweet.
Determined to show me I was wrong, John unhooked my bra and took each of my breasts in turn, as though he were handling fine porcelain. Raising it to his lips, he kissed and licked all around my breast before taking the nipple in his mouth and sucking it to full hardness. A shiver went through me as the electrical connection to my pussy flipped into high voltage. His fingers kept that nipple alive while his mouth sought the other.
I lay back, my fingers running through his curls, dazed with lust and soaking up the green-filtered sunlight like a starving plant.
His fingers curled into the waistband of my panties and peeled them down my legs, turning even this utilitarian gesture into a caress, erotically prolonged. The brush of his hand across my abdomen made me raise my hips, and his kisses parted my legs for his questing tongue. I was on fire for him. My flesh was swollen, reaching for him. His mouth was hot and soft, and maddeningly avoided contact with my clit, even as his tongue explored my folds.
When he finally took my clit between his teeth and tugged it gently, I thought I was going to take off. His lips replaced his teeth and he sucked gently at my pounding flesh. The tip of his tongue teased me as I had used mine to tease the circumference of his cockhead, and I went wild. Only his weight kept me from bucking him off and giving his jaw a sharp crack with my pubic bone. The world exploded into fire and varicolored lights, and he held me as my orgasm started to subside.
His relentless tongue did not let me rest, however. Before I was through the shudders of that first explosion, he was bringing me to an even higher pitch of excitement, and I was one great void, dying to be filled. I hadn’t touched his cock, but there it was, hard again, butting against my thigh as he lowered himself onto me.
His solid weight grounded me just enough so I could bear the exquisite sensation of his cock sliding into me, melting my flesh to fit its invading force. He lodged himself so deeply I felt him through my whole body, then he began to withdraw only to drive his cock home again and again, with increasing strength and roughness.
All the finesse of his oral lovemaking vanished, and I wanted it gone. I was a beast in heat in the primeval woods, wanting to be mastered, to be fucked into submission by the dominant male. I no longer knew who I was or what I wanted except this. Climax blazed through my body like lava as John’s come pumped into me. I clutched him to me as he fucked until his cock softened too much to keep on thrusting, and he collapsed in my arms.
We lay there, listening to our breathing calm, hearing the chuckling of the river as it danced across its stony bed. My eyes gradually refocused, and finally I was able to form a complete, if inane, sentence. “This beats a walk in the park any day!” John laughed and hugged me harder, knowing I was starting to adapt to country ways at last.
—Name and address withheld
Odd Couple Enjoys Perfect Rapport in Each Other’s Arms
We were exact opposites. I was a short, black-haired girl with big brown eyes and was always a conscientious student. Joanie was a statuesque blond and captain of the university’s basketball team. Our social groups differed; I usually hung out with friends from my study groups. Joanie was well-known and well-liked by many students, but she mainly socialized with her teammates. We were friendly but never really buddy-buddy until the summer after graduation. Actually, we were more than buddy-buddy.
Joanie and I both worked as cashiers at the local supermarket. The flexible hours gave us time to catch the rays and enjoy the summer before we began graduate school. One afternoon, our shifts ended at the same time. Joanie asked if I wanted to go for a swim in the pool at her apartment complex. It sounded like a great idea and luckily my bikini was in my car, so off we went.
When we went to her bedroom to change, Joanie asked me if I wanted some privacy. I told her no, that I wasn’t shy about revealing my body. I tried to act as matter-of-factly as possible, but there was a motive behind my nonchalant attitude. I wanted to see Joanie naked.
Since I first laid eyes on her, I knew that Joanie was the woman for me. Silky hair, firm breasts, a tight ass and muscular legs—all in one beautiful package. Whenever I would go to her basketball games, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her athletic figure. Afterward, more often than not, I would rush back to my dorm and masturbate to a frantic climax.
For a long time, I thought my dream of making love to Joanie would never become a reality. I saw a glimmer of hope when I heard a rumor that many of the women on the basketball team were gay. Things looked ever brighter when one day at the gym I overheard some girls talking about Joanie’s affairs with older women. With that body and experience, I knew that I had to have her.
Joanie didn’t seem to be the shy type as she carelessly removed her blouse and jeans. I tried to steal a glimpse or two of her body during those glorious seconds before she slipped her suit on. From what I could tell, she had an awesome body with an all-over tan and full breasts with silver-dollar-size nipples. I felt my pussy beginning to tingle. I quickly averted my eyes and put on my swimsuit when I thought she caught me staring, and we wordlessly headed to the pool.
We swam for a while, and then adjourned to her living room. Joanie made us
some gin and tonics, and we started talking about our plans for the future. Joanie was doing nothing to initiate a sexual encounter, and I began to think that maybe there was nothing to those rumors. However, I was horny and there was no way I could let this opportunity pass without at least giving it a try. So when Joanie left the room, I made my move. I removed my top, spread out on the couch and covered myself with a blanket. Joanie came in, noticed I had made myself comfortable and came over to sit with me on the couch. She put my head on her lap and stroked my hair sensuously. Her affectionate touches were electric to me, and every time her fingers combed through my hair, it sent another jolt of pleasure to my clit.
I couldn’t wait a second longer and sat up to kiss her on the cheek. I began to tell her how beautiful I thought she was, but Joanie silenced me with a gentle smile and shake of her head. She said there was no need to talk. Then she gave me the deepest, most passionate kiss I had ever had. Joanie’s silky tongue slipped into my mouth and caressed my tongue. In one smooth motion, our entwined bodies rolled onto the soft carpet and we began to remove our remaining clothing.
As Joanie caressed my quivering body, I realized that those rumors had to be true. I doubted that a novice could have possessed such skill. I felt my sex juices dripping out of me as Joanie’s tongue traveled over my soft curves. My eager pussy was already straining toward orgasm. All it needed was the loving touch of her hands or tongue.
I held Joanie in my arms and told her how long I had waited for this moment, and then I leaned over to suck one of those plump nipples into my mouth. She sighed as I lavished her breasts with little nips and licks. It was heaven to have my hands smoothing over her golden flesh and to hear her sigh at my touches. I lay on my back and urged Joanie to straddle my face and lower her sweet pussy to my lips. The perfume of her aroused sex was intoxicating, and I immediately began lapping up her honey. Within seconds, I was heartily lapping at her swollen clitoris. By the way she was squirming and moaning, I gathered that Joanie was enjoying my tongue action. My new lover now maneuvered herself on top of me so that we were in a 69, teasing and sucking each other’s clitoris until we were both shuddering in ecstasy.
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