Tricia is one of those voluptuously sexy girls who seems to be bursting out all over without actually appearing plump. She has oversized tits like Anna Nicole Smith and a big ass like Jennifer Lopez—which makes for one hell of a winning combination in my book.
She had been blowing me in the car and flashing her tits on the drive to the cottage that morning. By the time we arrived, we were so worked up for each other that we started stripping before we were even through the front door. She had led me into the master bedroom and lay back on the goose-down comforter with her knees up. I started to eat her pussy, which was already wet with her juices, but she said, “Save that for later. I’ve got to feel your dick in me. Come on and fuck me!”
As soon as I pushed my dick into her cunt, I was in that great “zone” that only comes along every now and then. Don’t get me wrong; screwing always feels good, but on those days when everything is going exactly right, when you’re so completely charged up that you can focus one-hundred percent on the fuck and you can tell that your girl is as completely involved in the act as you are, brother, that’s something special.
My cock was hard as steel and my nuts were drawn up around the base like two ball bearings. Tricia was working a finger in and out of my asshole, pausing every few strokes to press on my prostate. I felt like I was stuck in come overdrive, and I was loving it.
Then I noticed someone at the window watching us. I couldn’t see the whole face, only a baseball cap and a pair of dark sunglasses. I was so pissed off at having such a great fuck ruined that I pulled my cock out of Tricia’s slot and ran to the window. The spectator, who was dressed in a baggy sweatshirt and jeans, quickly ducked below the windowsill. A few seconds later I could see the pervert running off toward a dune.
I snapped at Tricia, ‘T’ ll be right back.” I grabbed my pants, pushed up the window and crawled out through it I ran across the sand holding my pants in one hand. My still-stiff cock slapped up and down against my belly and thighs. I would worry about getting dressed later, at that moment, I didn’t want to break nay stride and lose my quarry.
I was gaining fast, then I saw the bastard trip over a rock and go down hard. I grabbed an arm and flipped the fucker over, saying, “Now your ass is mine, buddy!” I was ready for anything.
“Don’t! I’m a girl, I’m a girl!” she said, shielding her face. Her sunglasses had fallen off, and some of her long brown hair had come loose from her baseball cap. She was a girl, all right—and she was a cute one, too.
I was straddling her upper body with my bare legs. My cock and balls were pressed against the front of her sweatshirt. Both of us were panting. The tension in the air was definitely sexual. I didn’t know whether to yell at her, apologize to her or kiss her. Somehow I managed to ask, “Why were you watching us back there?”
“Look, I’m Rebecca, Tricia’s sister. I’ve been staying at the cottage since yesterday, but I was out buying groceries. When I got back I saw that the front door was open and I wanted to make sure that nobody was inside waiting to knock me in the head.”
While she talked, she was staring at my cock with what I thought was more than casual interest. I’m proud to report that my rod was still almost fully erect and glistening with pussy cream. Rebecca said, “You’d better not let Tricia know you were naked when you caught up with me. She’s always accusing me of stealing her boyfriends, and that might not go over too well.”
That sounded intriguing. “Have you really done that?”
“What, steal her boyfriends? Sure. Just to see if I could, sometimes.”
I crept forward so I was covering more of her body and the head of my cock was closer to her face. We were out of sight of the cottage, so I wasn’t worried about Tricia seeing us from the window. “And do you think you could steal me?’
She grinned. “Without even trying,” she said. She snaked out her tongue to give the tip of my cock a quick lick. My dick jumped with excitement, getting harder and more sensitive. I took hold of it down by the base, aimed myself right at her mouth and pressed in between her lips. She opened wide and took it.
Rebecca lay there on her back in the sand and sucked my cock while I crouched on all fours over her head. I fucked my dick in and out of her warm, wet mouth. She squeezed my nuts with one hand and reached around my hips with the other. She apparently knew from watching me with her sister that I liked having a finger up my ass.
I had been closer to coming a few minutes earlier, when I had stopped fucking Tricia and jumped out of the bed. Now I felt as if that orgasm and an all-new one were combining forces inside me and getting ready to ignite. Tricia’s pretty little sister was doing such a good job sucking my dick that I didn’t doubt her boyfriend-stealing skills one bit. She was incredible.
I groaned deep in my throat “Fuck, Rebecca, I’m going to come!” Right then she jerked my cock with one hand and kept sucking, drawing out every bit of my come and swallowing it all. I was trembling by the time I finished shooting.
“We’d better get back to the cottage now, before Tricia starts worrying about you,” Rebecca said. “Get your pants on and let’s go.” Judging by her carefree attitude, you would have thought that I had just shaken her hand, not come in her mouth.
I had one leg in my pants when I heard Tricia’s voice behind me, yelling at Rebecca. “You backstabbing bitch! I should have known!” Tricia came rushing down the dune at her sister like the hand of God. She wore only a light robe. It wasn’t tied, which meant I could see her tits and bush.
As the two girls got into a screaming match, I just sat down in the sand and watched. I figured I was pretty much screwed at that point no matter what happened, and it was a long ride back to the city. But at least I could enjoy a little postgame show before heading home.—J.K., San Diego, California
A CAMPAIGN WORKER CASTS HER VOTE FOR A THICK ONE IN EVERY SLOT
I was a student volunteer campaign worker for a congressman I’ll call Kegren who was up for re-election last November. At a nighttime rally, I spotted a protester in the crowd who I knew was going to be real trouble. Kegren had a reputation for being in the tobacco lobby’s pocket, so we were used to getting flak from anti-smoking groups at our events. This guy was something different, though.
This guy was hot.
Like any girl, I have to admit that there are certain types of men who can melt all my resistance. In my case that means cowboys. I grew up in West Texas before moving east to attend college, and I always had a soft spot for guys in hats and boots. That soft spot was right between my legs.
I lost my virginity to a ranch hand in the back of a pickup truck. He taught me how to suck dick, how to fuck and how to twirl a lasso—all in the same night. My next boyfriend and I liked to sneak off and screw in the hayloft of his daddy’s barn. The sound of the horses in their stalls beneath us made me feel raw and natural and free when we fucked, like we were animals of the four-legged kind. I celebrated my nineteenth birthday by taking on three rodeo riders in one night, first separately and then all at once. I had one dick in my mouth, one dick in my pussy and one dick stuck up my ass. I told my girlfriends the next day that I was walking bowlegged because I was saddle sore. And it was sort of the truth!
All of my best sexual memories have involved men who fucked like the stallions they rode. I couldn’t resist them then, and I still can’t to this day.
I tried to subdue those urges once I started attending college, though. My major was political science, and I knew that if I ever planned on running for a political office myself, the last thing I needed was a reputation as a cowboy-crazy slut.
But then I saw that protester at the Kegren rally, and all those old feelings flooded over me again. That’s because he had the weather-beaten hat, the leathery tan, the vest, the chaps and the chiseled good looks of the classic Marlboro man.
His sign said, “Big Tobacco Loves Kegren!” He was handing out play money with Kegren’s face on one side and a skull-and-crossbones on the other.
I tr
ied to sound businesslike as I approached him. “This is a private function,” I lied, “and we would appreciate it if you would leave the premises and not disrupt anything.”
He pushed his hat back and gave me a grin that said he knew I was bluffing. I had seen that expression plenty of times in the Lone Star State. He liked my looks. He could probably tell from my accent that I was a Texas girl. And he knew from the way I was blushing that I was nervous and excited while I was talking to him.
“I’ll leave on one condition,” he drawled.
I knew what was coming, but I asked anyway. “What’s that?”
“You’ve got to come have dinner with me right now.” He reached behind himself and produced a bullhorn that must have been clipped to the back of his belt. “Otherwise I just might have to start getting kind of loud, if you know what I mean.”
I looked toward the stage. Kegren was giving me a “get-rid-of-that-asshole-by-any-means-necessary” glare. I grabbed the cowboy’s arm and said, “Where’s your car?”
I could waste your time by describing our steakhouse dinner and our sparkling conversation about trick riding, but why bother? All that matters is that two hours after I met him, he was lying on top of me in his bed and he was fucking me like it was the last round-up.
His cock was uncircumcised. I had practically drooled onto my blouse when he dropped his pants and I got my first look at it. (Uncut dicks really turn me on, too; they look so much wilder and nastier than the circumcised kind.) I put my fingers around it and stroked it, feeling his dick’s outer skin slide up and down the hard inner stalk. Then I tugged his foreskin down far enough to expose his cock head. He thrust it at my face, and I opened my mouth to suck it.
“Jesus, you’re a real slut, aren’t you?” he said, flexing his hips to fuck my face. “A real cocksucking little Texas whore.”
I took my mouth off his cock and rubbed my face against it, loving its size and hardness. “Yes, I’m a slut,” I said, feeling my nipples get stiff. “I’ll be your cowgirl-slut tonight, lover.”
It had been almost a full semester since I had fucked a cowboy, and I was going to give this one something to remember. I said I wanted him to fuck me all night long. I lay back in his bed and spread my legs. He stripped off his cowboy gear and climbed on top of me. His big dick stretched my little pussy wide as he pushed it into my body.
I felt like I was back in Texas again, getting rammed by a sunburnt cowboy who was all man. After a few minutes he pulled his cock out of me and flipped me over onto my stomach. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up so I was on all fours. I felt him spread my ass-cheeks and push his dick back into my cunt. He grunted as he fucked me, slamming his big log in and out of my hole.
He reached around to rub my clit while he boned me from behind. His fingers were calloused and rough. This was a guy who worked with his hands and spent most of his time outdoors. I didn’t know if he was a real cowboy, but as far as my fantasies were concerned he was close enough.
He thrust harder into my cunt, really jackhammering me with his dick. I liked being down on all fours like that and knowing that he could see both of my holes. I was completely naked for him. My butt-cheeks were spread wide, showing him my asshole and my pussy, leaving nothing to his imagination.
His dick pumped in and out of my slot. That and what he was doing to my clit with his rough fingers made me start coming. I bucked my ass back against him to take every bit of his meat as I climaxed. I knew I was drowning his cock and balls with my juices.
He gave an animal grunt. I felt his cock jerking and spurting deep inside my body. He pressed me down against the mattress, collapsing onto my back and breathing hard.
After a few minutes, I felt his spent cock slide out of my pussy. He rolled onto his back. Then he reached for his nightstand drawer and pulled something from it.
“Cigarette?” he asked, extending the pack toward me.
“Oh, why the hell not?” I replied.—S G., Raleigh, North Carolina
IN THIS FISH STORY, THE HEROINE ACTUALLY CATCHES THE BIG ONE
I’m twenty-nine years old and work as a whale trainer at a major marine wildlife park in southern Florida. I’m the only woman on staff, but I also happen to be the head of my department. One of my favorite parts of the job is “training” the good-looking young studs who come from the biology departments at some of the nearby universities to work here as interns over the summer.
I guess they think I’m shy when they first meet me. They see neatly combed blonde hair, a touch of makeup and a petite figure (well, I’m petite except for my breasts). And I act professionally when they arrive. These guys don’t have a clue what’s coming when I spread my legs and challenge them to fuck me.
Last August I had amazing sex with a grad student called Craig. He fit right into the rubber pants we all have to wear and I could see the curve of his fat cock right through them. And I know he noticed the swell of my 36D breasts through my parka, because I saw him checking me out more than once. I love to tease the boys, so I quit wearing a bra and made a point of leaning right over him as often as possible whenever we were in the lunchroom together.
The fucked-up thing about the situation was that almost all summer Craig was too shy to put a move on me. I guess he was worried that I was his boss and that I’d get pissed off at him if he tried getting in my pants, even though that was exactly what I wanted. And of course that’s what I was trying to tell him with my body language.
It was the last day of Craig’s internship when I decided that the hunger between my thighs just had to be satisfied. We were all alone, scrubbing the deck beside the whale pool half an hour after closing time. As the sun set on the water I admired his tight ass, his curly black hair and chiseled biceps. Every time he turned away and bent over to scrub a stain on the deck I put my hand down my pants to touch my cunt. I had to, because the sight of him excited me so much. I was already wetter than one of our star attractions.
“I understand they took the killer whale out of the pool today to have his dorsal fin looked at,” said Craig. He glanced at me nervously. I could tell he was intensely aware of my body being so close to his.
“That’s right,” I said. I put my hand on his shoulder and his body stirred to my touch. “There’s no one around but the two of us. Everyone’s gone home.”
Craig was breathing hard. He couldn’t even look me in the eye. He finally said, “I just wanted to tell you it’s been a pleasure working for you this summer.” He still couldn’t believe he was reading my signals right. It’s so sweet the way these practically grown men behave so innocently.
“It would be even more of a pleasure if you fucked my cunt to finish it off,” I told him, relishing the shocked look on his face. After a look of total desire came into his eyes, he was on me like a hungry shark.
Craig reached down and unzipped my parka, and then began grabbing my tits in his strong hands. I gasped with enjoyment as he twiddled my nipples, making them hard. He kissed me, sticking his tongue deep into my mouth, and then he growled, “You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted this.”
“Wanna bet?” I laughed, jamming my crotch up against his hard manhood. “I’ve masturbated thinking about you every fucking night this summer.” It was only a slight exaggeration.
I slipped out of my blouse and told him to suck on my tits, throwing my head back and emitting high, urgent gasps of pleasure as he tongued me. I had a hand right down my pants, tickling my clit to bring myself off fully. My first orgasm hit like a bolt of lightning, surging through my body. Craig clamped down on my nipples with his lips as I writhed beneath his touch.
“Eat me!” I screamed into the open air before I lay back on the deck, pushed down my pants and spread my thighs wide. My pubic hair is blonde, and Craig planted his face right in the center of my glistening mound. First he licked eagerly at my outer lips, making me cry out so loudly it echoed across the water. Then he got right into my pussy walls. He lapped up my thick, delicious nectar as I ground my fa
ce against his tongue. I stuck a finger into my slit and swirled it around, moistening it thoroughly so I could taste my own juices.
“Come on, Craig, you fucker!” I screamed. “Get down on my clit and swallow it whole!”
He did. At first his nose tickled tentatively at my swollen pearl, and then he took it right into his mouth. He gave me the vacuum treatment, sucking so hard that I wanted it to go on forever. His hot tongue circled my clit over and over again, eventually going faster than I could have imagined. After a few minutes I opened my legs even wider to give him all the smell and taste of pure pussy he could handle. My fingers dug deeply into his rippling back muscles, massaging their stringy toughness. Feeling how strong he was made me a little faint, and a delicious orgasm slammed through me for the second time.
I was ripe for anything by then. I stared right at Craig and told him, “Get naked, boy. I want your cock in my cunt, and we’re gonna do it in the whale pool.” He hesitated for a second, and finally shouted, “Do it now!”
Flinging aside his pants and shirt, Craig grabbed me in his arms and we splashed down into the pool together. The water was warm and inviting, and I could feel it sloshing into my well-lubricated love-hole. I spread my cheeks to open up my asshole, and the water surged in there too, feeling clean and sweet. Leaning back against the edge of the deck, I gritted my teeth as Craig grabbed hold of my legs and penetrated me with his long, stiff dick, plowing as deep as he could.
I screamed with ecstasy at each thrust of his great hunk of meat. His rhythm was so aggressive, I could feel the frustrated longing for me that had built up in him for too long. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I groaned into his ear, encouraging him to give me his whole damn shaft. Feeling the water in my pussy made me absolutely crazy with enjoyment.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come,” Craig rasped out. The tension in his body was unbearably good as he drove his pole into me again and again.
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