by Notty Nikki
Her razor-sharp nails etched red marks on my penis and that jolting pain added electric pleasure to my groin. Up and down my shaft her digging fingers cut into my cock. At one point I felt her sharp fingernail slicing into my pee slit, twisting torment into that sensitive opening. My response was to rim her with greater lust and determination. Vanessa slid her snatch onto my face, and I was relieved of my ass-licking labor.
Vanessa now felt that I was worthy to work on her soft pink. She pushed her pussy into my mouth and pounded my head hard into the floor. So much love juice escaped from her cunt that I started choking and gagging, all the while listening to her laughter. “Now you know what it feels like to have your mouth filled to the brim. But this time it will be different. I want you to swallow.”
Nothing could stop me. I sucked the sweet honey of her climaxing cunt and drowned in those warm waves. At the same time Vanessa applied her own brand of slapstick comedy to my dick. She slapped my penis and grazed my balls with her nails, bringing me to the brink. A few steady strokes to my cock sent spunk soaring into the air. Vanessa then released her hold and directed me to the cum puddle on the floor. She grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my face into the cum like she was house-breaking a puppy. I licked my own ejaculate because I knew Vanessa wanted me to. And I wanted to please her. When the floor was polished, she commanded me to follow her into the bathroom. There, I stretched out in the pink tile tub, waiting for Vanessa to get into position over my face. She deposited a warm, wet, golden shower onto my face and chest. I then told her she should open a clinic for other frustrated professionals with the same dilemma.
THE HEAD OF THE CLASS
A mind is a terrible thing to waste. So is a dripping-wet pussy. I’ve experienced them both, and it’s refreshing when the two qualities are found in the very same person. That’s what makes Robin so special. She’s a senior in one of my sociology courses, and she far outshines the rest of my students. Robin is pure energy, engaging me in classroom debate and writing professional-quality term papers.
I was both honored and thrilled when she asked me to be her semester project. She was compiling data on divorce here in Illinois; so I felt both professionally and personally qualified. Since my wife and I went our separate ways a few years ago, I’ve engaged in a middle-age man’s lust quest: fucking the panties off the co-eds here on campus. I can’t mention which university for obvious reasons. Every horny Prof in the Midwest will want to apply here. So many of the co-eds are free and open about sex that it’s been an education for me.
“I’m so grateful to you,” Robin said to me as she walked into my office. “I just know the other professors on the committee will like my thesis,” she went on.
She rested her hand on my leg and her searching fingers climbed up my thigh. Massaging my now-hard cock, she whispered in a low, sexy voice, “I want you, now! Can we go somewhere?”
My apartment wasn’t far, but Robin couldn’t wait. Instead, she told me to drive toward the county park. I steered the car up the hill, where we found the happy-humping grounds.
“I like coming here,” Robin said, lighting a cigarette. When I asked if she came often, she shrugged. “Not all that much. The guy has to be special.”
I took the cigarette from her, puffed it myself and then snuffed the thing out. When I looked up at her, Robin’s breasts greeted my happy gaze. They were firm, perfectly round, and capped with hard rubbery pink nipples. I pulled her close, sucking her tongue into my mouth. She held the back of my head as she pushed her tongue deeper and deeper into my mouth. I had a palm-ful of tit, squeezing and cupping that sweet flesh. Robin then lifted her hips, offering her sweet snatch to me. Unsnapping her jeans, I slid my fingers into her panties. She pushed down the denims, taking the soaked panties away too.
“Like it?” she teased, wiggling her fragrant muff at me. I slid my fingers into her wet slit.
“God, that feels good!” she sobbed.
Robin leaned back, resting her head on the seat as I slid in two fingers. She swayed slightly, and her hips suddenly came alive, thrashing against my fingers. The car rocked on its chassis as I brought her to the brink, a deep throaty moan escaping her dry lips.
After her sopping-wet orgasm, Robin cleaned my hand with her lips, covering my fingers with grateful kisses. Robin unzipped my trousers to free my meatpole and said, “My turn!”
Talk about teacher-recognition day! With her tongue gliding in my mouth, she stroked me expertly, then she dived for dick, lowering her head to my lap. My erection filled her face, her cheeks ballooning as I started thrusting. She sucked hungrily until I climaxed. With a trickle of cum dribbling down her chin, she smiled and guided me to the middle of the scat. Hovering above my lap, she lowered her sticky cunt to my cock. We fucked three times in fast succession. I then drove her to her dorm, complimenting her cocksucking. It’s a pity I don’t have an appropriate yellow, window sticker to praise her efforts, like “Student Diver on Board.”
BUSTED
Selena is one of the nurses in “B” unit: Maybe it’s called that for boobs. I swear all the nurses are endowed with big D-cup smashers. If you’re ever passing through Fargo, North Dakota, and get sick, check out the babes in B unit. Selena’s the best of the bountiful bunch. She has dark brown hair, a teasing smile, and I envy the male patients who get her bedside manner close-up.
I’m married — like Selena — but I fool around like the rest of the staff. So much dicking and sucking goes on around here that one of the orderlies has nicknamed the place Genital Hospital. Most of the nurses are selective — of course, but there’s a regular cock-caste system here. The R.N’s regularly get on their hands and knees for a doctor’s dick, and will regularly spread for an intern. But by and large, most of them are standoffish to us guys on the cleanup crew. Save for Selena, that is.
Whenever I’d see her in the hall, she’d stop to talk, asking about the family and all. I’d chat idly with her, but my eyes would be busy mentally undressing her, and wondering how full and fleshy those bodacious boom-booms must really be.
Curvaceous Selena picked up on my interest more than once to give me the long once-over. I’m a guy who likes looking good; that’s why I work out with weights and watch what I eat. I’m a sucker for hair pie as well as the sweet bonbons on a lady’s chest.
As luck would have it, I scored with Selena. It was the end of the shift, and I was mopping the floor. She made her final rounds, and I could hear the men having a good laugh with the lady in white. She walked by me, wiggling her hips for my bone’s benefit, and my stinger became stiffer than the mop handle. Her white uniform clung to her full, flaring hips, and she turned to smile at me one final time. I had to wipe the steamy sweat from my face.
I was about to call it a day and head for home. I was surprised to see Selena standing in the doorway of the maintenance room. “Hi,” she purred. The sexy R.N. rested her weight on one leg, and those top-heavy tatas hung down halfway to her tummy. “May I come in?”
My prick was pondering the same proposition as her pussy pie. Selena closed the door and locked it, making sure I caught that action. I also noticed the fashion in which she sauntered into my arms without saying a word. My Florence Nightingale arched her head a little waiting for me to kiss her. I slid my tongue past her teeth, sucking in her sweet breath.
“You really excite me,” she said, stepping back. “You make me feel so wet.”
Selena began to slowly unbutton her uniform. I didn’t even wink, not wanting to miss a second. St. Jude strike me dead if she didn’t have the biggest set of bazooms in North Dakota. Selena’s bra straps dug into her flesh as she unfastened her over-the-shoulder boulder holder. She looked down proudly, admiring her monster mams as they flopped into full view.
The snow-white mountains peaked with pointy nipples brought me right where I wanted to be. I approached slowly, knowing I was standing before a goddess. “Go on and touch them,” Selena cooed. “Lick them, bite them. Nice and hard.”
My teeth were a step ahead of her, and I devoured her pointing pebbles, swirling my tongue around those puffing pacifiers. Her tips hardened even more between my lips as I savored the sweaty flavor of her frontal lobes. Selena pulled my hospital whites off and pushed into me with those flesh pillows. My dick was burning a hole in my drawers by then.
“Let me see your cock!” she said. I stepped back and stripped away.
Selena smiled seductively the whole time she undressed. Her white-cotton panties could not hide the dark patch of pussy pubes between her legs. I watched the panties peel away as her hot cunt flashed before me. Her curly hairs were glued together with love juices, and she dipped her finger into the sexy sauce. The naughty nurse brought the sticky digit to her boobs, then moistened her nipple with cunt cream. I took the bait like a Northern Pike.
The succulence of jewel-box juice on her mound meat added the right ingredient. I lathered her chest with kisses the whole time Selena tugged at my tool, really turning on the heat. My sacks simmered with sperm the more she mauled my member. Selena nudged me backward until I flopped onto a metal chair. But with her presence before me, I was like a king on a throne. She kissed my face and neck, licking a wet trail all the way to my dick.
Selena then knelt between my legs and smiled. “I have a special way to make you come. Not only with my mouth, but with these.”
Her doughy-white knockers cupped before my balls, and she pushed them into my prick. I watched the pink head of my hard-on disappear into those rolling hills. Selena rubbed my rod with those glob stoppers, creating hot friction with the constant motion. I started pumping onto her chest as the knob of my cock started to quiver with excitement.
Selena’s wet lips moved to my man-hood, and she closed her mouth on my meat stick. Using her feathery fingers on my balls, juggling the juice down there, I moaned in a loud voice and told her I was about to pop the dork cork.
Her cheeks hollowed from deep sucking motions as the first sizzling drop wetted her tongue. But before my load could flowed, Selena pulled away from my pecker and replaced her lips with those headlights. That was right where my cock wanted to be, feeling the heat and friction she rubbed my way. I started creaming her chest with globs and globs. Selena took a deep breath and smiled. Her boobs looked beautiful with sticky sperm clinging to her chest. I felt like taking a picture. But I did something even better than capturing the moment with a photo — I hoisted her onto my lap and poked her pussy with my prick.
CALIFORNIA CURLS
It was the best night of my life, and I’m still around to talk about it. Though now and again, I have to check between my legs to see if I’m still toting a tool. The girls really go for it in Los Angeles, and they left me with a pair of sore nutbags and a mischievous grin I carried all the way back to Dayton.
It had been a few years since I’d seen my cousin, Ben. He’d left the comatose state of Ohio to try his hand in the music business, and he’d done well for himself as a session musician. He was in tight with the top honchos in the music field, and always asked me to visit him and check out the scene on the West Coast. I had some free time coming to me at the job; so I took him up on his offer.
The party was already well under way when I arrived. Ben has a nice home in the valley, and I think half of California was there to greet me. He hugged me and said, “Forget about the jet lag, man. Your cock’s gonna feel like you’ve flown the Concorde.”
Boy, was that was the truth! Everyone was loose and in the party mood. Most of the women were dressed only in smiles, and it was like stepping right into an adult movie. Long-legged blondes with voluptuous tits were in abundance, and so was the soft, curly strands of their California quims.
Ben disappeared to make sure the other guests were comfortable. Along the way, my cousin patted the bottoms of many lovely ladies, all in their early 20’s with golden, ripe bodies.
“Well, hello,” a beautiful blonde said as she approached me. Her name was Heather, and she was stacked. She had blue eyes and a forever smile that made my bone ache. “Ben told me to entertain you.” She caught my pocket rocket wiggling in my pants. “But I think I’ll be the one entertained.”
Heather started dancing with me, pushing her pussy into my pecker. I felt out of place with my clothes on, but she helped me undress in an empty bedroom. Her pretty tits were white cream puffs, surrounded by an endless horizon of tanned flesh. I stared at those bouncing balls of flesh as Heather wiggled out of a skimpy bikini. My new friend had a sexy tattoo above her snatch, and asked me if I liked it. I loved it, all right — with my tongue. Falling to my knees, I clung to her hips and chewed on a few of her golden curls.
With Heather humping her juicy hootch into me, I heard her say, “Well, hello.”
Looking up, I thought I was staring at the Doublemint twins. The young nymph beside Heather was completely nude, and introduced herself as a model or an actress or something. Who could remember? Heather introduced me to Dawn, and I wondered if any young women at the party had an old-fashioned name like Ruth or Mary.
I stood up to shake her hand, but Dawn’s hand joined Heather’s as the two of them pulled my prick. They offered their sweet lips, and I kissed one and then the other. They sandwiched me between their warm bodies and began bumping my hips with golden-haired happiness. Reaching down, I dug my fingers into their firm ass cheeks.
The room was now well-decorated; flesh on flesh with every sort of position and persuasion. One thing was certain: There wasn’t any room left on the floor. The three of us went outdoors and entered the impromptu nudist colony. People were fucking and sucking on the patio and in the pool, adding cum to chlorine. Heather took my hand and directed us to a spot in the grass. Dawn looked for a blanket, but soon scratched that idea: She preferred using me. “I can’t wait to ride your dick, mister,” she said.
I stretched out on my back and waited. Heather’s juicy slot was above my face. She squatted and doused my nose and lips with snatch sauce before settling down. Hot pussy smothered me, and I started licking the honey from Heather’s love hole. Then I felt Dawn at my dingo. She teased the top of my flesh pole with boiling pussy and pushed down with a vengeance — a hard thrust that brought me high in her tight, clenching cunt. Dawn did it all, moving up and down on my greasy goober, while sobbing the whole time.
Heather squirted the juice into my mouth, and I reached up to squeeze her bodacious tatas. She placed her hands atop mine as I pressed pleasure onto her fleshy frontal lobes.
“Coming!” Heather screamed. “I’m coming in your mouth!”
She pounded my head into the ground with a frontal-face assault of rocking poontang. Dawn laughed at the antics, and loosened up a little with her gash. The sexy young thing settled onto my lap, watching Heather hump herself into the Pacific. I clawed Heather’s supple thighs, and never stopped using my tongue on her. Pretty soon the poonpuree was pouring down my throat with full force.
Heather slid off me and kissed my sweaty forehead. “You’re damn good,” the beach bimbo told me. Then it was her turn to watch. I wanted Heather to see how well I swung the stick. Dawn could feel my rod ripping higher and higher in her hootch. I pumped steadily, feeling her twat muscles tightening. Dawn began to come, and I waited for her to peak. When her arms went limp and those blue eyes rolled in her head, I blasted high and tight a few final times.
Dawn collapsed on top of me, covering my face and neck with kisses. A minute later she rolled onto the grass, her gash belching sperm and pussy juice. Heather enjoyed the water-works display, and moved in on her friend’s curly cunny. Heather then started to lap at the muff-milk, at the same time hoisting her hips skyward. I aimed my moisture-seeking missile at her pink tuna target and plunged into her hot hole. Sometime during the feverish fuck festival, my cousin, Ben, strolled over and slapped me on the shoulder. He was glad I was having a good time, but reminded me to pace myself. The sun sets late in L.A.
WATCHING US WANK
I live in a lower East-side Manhattan
apartment complex with an enclosed courtyard. My living-room window looks out onto the yard, where I can easily peer into my neighbors’ windows across the way. I spend plenty of time checking them out. The people in our complex aren’t shy, traipsing around in front of their windows in all states of undress. I think they’re all exhibitionists. Watching strangers screwing or taking off their clothing should make me feel guilty, but it doesn’t. Since my divorce from my husband, I don’t go out much, and it’s cheaper than going to the movies.
There’s one couple in particular that really turn me on. They go at it almost every night on a big couch in their living room, not even bothering to pull down the shades! I’ve gotten off fingering myself while watching them both on more than one occasion.
One night last month, bored as usual with the crap on TV, I took my regular viewing spot in my darkened living room, then proceeded to peel off my panties while catching the usual late-show schtup across the courtyard. But to my surprise, I saw a strange man in my favorite couple’s apartment lying on the floor watching TV. The man and woman I’d been watching for weeks must have moved. This was the new tenant.
I cursed my luck until I realized two things: The guy was wearing the briefest of bikini shorts, and he was a supremely handsome, well-built hunk. I quickly grabbed a pair of binoculars in order to focus in on this sexy stranger. By the glow from his TV set, I could see that he had a terrific hard-on inside his shorts. I checked to see what he was watching. It turned out to be some sexy Italian flick with a lot of unclothed actors and actresses. I swung my glasses back to the guy and stared at his tool. It was growing. My mouth watered as I watched his pecker poke over the top of his briefs.