When the laundry was finished, I stopped off at Rachel’s floor to return her clothes. I knocked on her door, and she answered it wearing only a bathrobe, explaining that she was fresh out of the shower. Her hair was wet and she was combing it out. Despite her lack of clothing, she asked me in. I was a little uncomfortable about finding the teddy, but when I told her about it she just giggled, saying. “Oh, you found that in there? I bet that gave you something to think about.” I laughed a strained laugh and tried to think about baseball so I wouldn’t pitch a tent in my pants again.
Rachel stopped giggling and looked me straight in the eye. She said, “I know you think about me, Carl. I could tell when I saw your cock bulging in those shorts of yours.”
I was in shock. I had never had a woman talk to me like that before, but needless to say I liked it.
“Did you think about me in that teddy?” Rachel asked.
“Yes,” I managed to stammer out. “Yes, I thought about you in the teddy.”
She moved toward me slowly, reaching out and placing her hand on my now rock-hard crotch. I froze. My heart was racing, and I thought I would lose it right there in my pants. “Do you want to see me in my teddy, Carl?” she asked.
“Oh, God yes,” I answered.
She led me to her bed and told me to sit down. “Close your eyes,” she said. I sat down and closed my eyes, but I knew damn well I was going to try to peek. “I like knowing that you look at me, Carl,” Rachel said. “I like knowing that I make you hard. I’ve been watching you for a while and I like what I see.”
I was dumbfounded. She had been looking at me? I couldn’t believe it. Peering out through my mostly closed eyes I saw the robe fall to the ground, and Rachel’s feet stepping slowly into the teddy. I thought my pants were going to tear.
She came close again, then took my right earlobe between her lips and slowly sucked on it. Then she whispered to me to open my eyes. I did so, and stared in amazement at the vision before me. Rachel stood about four feet in front of me, with her hands on her hips and her head tilted to one side. Her body looked firmer than anything I could have ever imagined. The teddy looked almost a half-size too small, but it made her body look all the better. Her big firm tits sat on her chest without so much as a sag. The teddy was stretched tight across her crotch and made a perfect relief map of her pussy. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t move.
Rachel told me to take my clothes off, and I couldn’t respond fast enough. I was naked in half a second and my rod stood out hard and straight. “Nice cock,” she said with a smile.
She walked up to me and pushed me down onto the bed. I fell back and propped myself up so I could watch her. She knelt down between my legs and put her tongue on my balls, and then she licked upwards, over my sack, up the shaft of my cock, up my stomach and my chest to my lips. We kissed for the first time, and it was the most amazing kiss I ever had. I reached up to grab her as her probing tongue explored my mouth, but she raised her head and looked down at me, breathing hard.
“You can have me, but you have to leave my teddy on,” she told me. I nodded and raised my face to hers, and our tongues danced crazily again. Then she pushed me back, crawled up over my body and straddled my face. I inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of her moist pussy. It smelled clean but musky. I licked her cunt slowly through the lace of the teddy and I heard her moan loudly. I snaked my tongue under the lace and licked the length of her slit up and down. She squirmed and pushed her hips down on my face. I stuck my tongue between her pussy lips and probed deep into her wet cunt. She let out a little cry, then fell off me and onto her back.
I rolled on top of her and went back to work on that perfect cunt. She was into it as much as I was; she pulled the crotch of her teddy to the side with one hand and spread her pussy open with the other. I sucked harder on her pussy lips and probed her with my tongue, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. I worked her clit till it was hard, rolling it between my lips while teasing it with my tongue. She started to pant and buck her crotch against my face. I dug my tongue deeper into her hole. I pulled it out and licked around the rim of her anus for a few moments, then pushed it back in. She cried out, “Oh shit, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come right now!” I licked deeper, harder and faster, trying to keep pace with her grinding hips. “When I come, stuff your cock in my pussy, baby,” Rachel moaned. “Stuff it in my hot pussy.” That was all the instruction I needed. She arched her back and cried out, and I felt my chin grow wet as the sweet juice flowed from her spasming pussy.
Taking my cue, I crouched up on my knees and lined my ready-to-blow cock up into her swollen wet slit. With one hand holding her teddy aside and the other around my tool, I thrust myself into her firm hot cunt with one stab. Rachel screamed with joy and I groaned as I blew my load in her pussy. “Oh, I can feel you coming baby!” she whimpered. It seemed like ten minutes that we ground together in convulsive ecstasy; but finally we sank down, holding on to each other and gasping for breath.
After a minute Rachel kissed me deeply and said, “I guess this teddy really needs to be washed now.” All I could think was that I couldn’t wait to make it wet again.
That was just the first of many wild sessions that went on between Rachel and me that year. Later I transferred to another school and we lost touch, but I will always remember Rachel and that hot black teddy.
—C.J., Madison, Wisconsin
WHILE ATTENDING A MEDICAL CONFERENCE HE DISCOVERS A DOUBLE CURE FOR HORNINESS
I am in my last year of medical school, and I recently attended a medical conference on the island of Jamaica. I’d heard that a lot of hanky-panky often went on at these conferences, and I had high hopes but low expectations, since I’m actually pretty shy. I wasn’t really surprised when, with only two days of the conference left, I still hadn’t seen any action. But then things clicked into overdrive.
On my way out to attend a dinner with some of the other conference members that night, I saw a stunning woman in her early twenties sitting with an older man in the lobby of my hotel. When the man left I gathered my courage and went over to talk to her. Her name was Deborah, and she was even more beautiful up close than she had seemed from afar. Her crystal-blue eyes were well framed by her young, innocent face and the flowing blonde hair that hung down to the middle of her back. She was tall and slender, and I could tell that she had no bra on by the way her luscious nipples poked against her satin shirt. She invited me to join her and the older man (who turned out to be her father) at the rooftop bar of the hotel when I returned from dinner that evening.
At the dinner I began talking with one of the tour guides who had been hired to help organize the conference. Her name was Pamela and she was Jamaican, but she spoke with an English accent. She was well tanned, but I could see the whiteness of her ample breasts, which were overflowing the tight evening dress she was wearing. She invited me to come out with her and her friends later that night.
Before going out with Pamela, I went back to the hotel to meet Deborah at the rooftop bar. Right in front of her father, I asked her if she would accompany me to the formal banquet which was to close the conference the following night. After she said yes, I excused myself and left, saying I had to go to sleep early.
I quickly changed and went down to the lobby, where Pamela was waiting for me. We met up with her friends, but as the night went on they got tired and went home. As Pamela and I were having a last drink at a late-night club, she turned to me and asked in her English accent, “Could I come and share your bed for a few hours?”
I didn’t need to be asked twice! Back at the hotel Pamela didn’t waste any time. She quickly slipped her dress off over her head and set to work on my tool almost before I had time to get undressed. She licked up and down the shaft, then took almost the whole length into her mouth. She slid me in and out like a piston, bringing me to the edge of ejaculation. Then she climbed up on top of me and pushed my cock into her already juicy love tunnel. She rode me like an animal, going up and dow
n, moaning and throwing her head back and forth. She grew wilder as she approached orgasm, her pelvic muscles pulsating and clenching around me as she pumped. The sight of her bouncing tits and the intensity of her moaning as she climaxed pushed me over the edge, and I shot my load inside her. I just kept coming and coming, and it seemed to drive her to even greater heights of passion.
No sooner had we finished than she pulled my dick out of her and set to work with her mouth to get me hard again. In between slurps, looking up at me, she said, “I love it. I can’t get enough!” And she really couldn’t. I didn’t sleep at all that night, but the next morning I was back at the conference, tired and not particularly attentive, but happy.
That night I picked up Deborah to go to the banquet. Afterwards we went walking on the beach. We sat in a cabana, and had to remove our shoes when the surf washed up over our feet. The air was warm and carried the sweet scent of the ocean. Deborah gave a breathy sigh of contentment, and when I put my arm around her she turned willingly to meet my kiss.
Before long we decided to go skinny-dipping in the ocean. She stripped naked, showing off her firm, perfect tits topped by large, rosy nipples. I watched the moonlight shining on her firm ass and bounding boobs as she ran into the water. After swimming for a while, I carried her out of the water and lay on top of her on the beach, kissing her as we waited to dry off. When I asked if she was getting dry, she replied, “No, actually, I’m getting pretty wet.” And she really was, as I found when my hand explored between her legs. As I kissed her breasts, I could taste the sea salt on her skin. And I longed to taste her juices.
I moved down, sliding my tongue over her body, kissing and licking until I got to her pussy. As I ran my tongue along her labia and sucked her stiff clit into my mouth, she gasped and arched her back, giving me a great view of her tits sticking up in the air. With her legs propped on my shoulders, I moved up over her, and she grabbed hold of my tool and slid it into her love hole in one thrust, letting out a loud sigh.
She was very responsive, and I brought her to two earth-shattering orgasms before I dropped my first load of the night deep inside her. After that we made love all night on the beach, looking into each other’s eyes as we each reached orgasm after orgasm.
The next morning we returned to the hotel and said good-bye. I packed and caught my flight back, not having slept for two nights, but with a huge grin on my face. I knew I could sleep on the plane, and that I had two beautiful memories to dream about.
—L.B., Tuscaloosa, Alabama
A NEW TECHNIQUE FOR PICKING UP WOMEN—MOLECULAR PHYSICS
A couple of months ago I had one of the strangest experiences of my life, and I would like to share it with your readers.
One afternoon I was doing some research at my local library. There were not many people there, and since my search for the books containing the information I wanted took me far back into the stacks, I thought I was pretty much alone. Suddenly I became aware of a strange sound coming from somewhere close by. It sounded sort of like the mewling of a cat, although it was not very loud, but thinking some feline may have somehow got itself trapped back there, I went looking. I followed the sound past several more stacks, and as I rounded the one behind which the sound seemed to be located, I stopped short, and my mouth dropped open.
The soft mewling sound was being made not by a cat, but by a young woman. She was turned away from me, half-leaning against a shelf. She had an open book in one hand, and the other was beneath her skirt. She was evidently playing with herself as she read, and the sounds she was making were whimpers of passion.
Startled, I must have caught my breath or made some other noise, because she turned suddenly and saw me. Her face went bright red, and she pulled her hand from her skirt with a jerk. In her confusion she also dropped her book. She looked to be about nineteen or twenty, a very pretty girl with long blonde hair and a good figure. She wore a wool sweater and a rather brief skirt.
When she dropped the book I automatically moved forward to pick it up. After all, my mother raised me to be chivalrous. Also, I was extremely curious to see what the book was. The section of the stacks that we were in was devoted to the physical sciences, so I had to assume she had brought some sexy novel back here from the fiction section or something.
She shrank back as I approached. I stopped briefly. “Don’t worry,” I said. “I won’t hurt you. And I don’t care what you’ve been doing back here. In fact, I think it’s great.”
She was still blushing. “I—I wasn’t—I was just—” she stammered.
“It’s okay.” I bent down to pick up the book. I glanced at it and got a second shock. The title was The Molecular Structure of the Universe.
I blinked. “This is what you were reading?” I said blankly.
She held her hand out, a little tentatively, for the book. “I have to go,” she said.
“Wait.” Out of curiosity, I opened the book. Maybe the cover was fake. Maybe she just used it to disguise some really juicy stroke book or something. I found a page at random and read aloud. “‘In the quark model, the nucleon is a composite system made up of three particles, each with spin and isospin, along with nuclei whose constituents . . .’”
No, the cover was real, all right. Puzzled, I closed the book and was about to give it back to her when I noticed that a change had come over her. She was breathing faster. Her mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were bright. What the hell was going on? All I had done was . . .
I opened the book again, to another page, and read, “‘The effect of gravity on individual subatomic particles is so small that it has never been actually measured. It is possible that whereas particles are feebly attracted to a gravitational field, anti-particles are feebly repelled by it.’”
I heard her catch her breath. When I looked up again she was leaning against the stack, clutching a shelf as if to hold herself up. “Jesus,” I said. “It turns you on, doesn’t it? This stuff really turns you on?”
She shook her head, but her breasts were moving up and down beneath her sweater, and I thought I could see the shapes of her nipples beneath it. I went back to the book. “‘In producing relatively small fission products, the uranium atom is brought to a portion of the list of elements where the n/p ratio is smaller.’”
The girl moaned. Her body swayed a little. I put the book down and moved toward her. She didn’t move away. Gently I put my hand to her cheek. It felt hot. “Oh god,” she breathed. “Oh dear god . . .”
I kissed her. Her mouth was quivery but unresponsive for a moment. Then it opened under mine, and with a small whimper, like the ones she’d been making when I found her, she thrust her body against me. I couldn’t understand how that stuff had such an effect on her, but I surely wasn’t going to argue with it. I held her close and savored the sensation of that fine body pressing into me as my tongue reached for her throat. I knew she could feel the hardness of my cock as it grew rapidly against her belly, and she even seemed to twist against it deliberately. But when we broke the kiss and came up for air, she moved away.
“We can’t,” she panted. “Oh god, we can’t. Not here.”
I didn’t give a damn where. Nobody was coming back here anyway, I hoped. I reached for her again, but she hesitated, struggling with herself, it seemed. Okay, a little sweet talk was called for. I reached for the book again. She caught her breath when she saw me open it, but she didn’t move.
“‘A useful model of the hydrogen atom must therefore not only account for the fact that the circling electron gives off radiation without spiraling into the nucleus, but also that it gives off radiation of highly specific wavelengths, in such a fashion as to make them fit the simple Rydberg equation.’”
“Ohhh . . .” she whispered. “Ooohhh . . .” Her eyes were glazed. She moved into me, and she didn’t object when I pulled her sweater up and off, nor when I unhooked her bra. Before taking it off I put my hands under it and felt her full firm breasts. The nipples were stiff and long. I kissed her
again as I slipped the straps from her shoulders, and I felt her hands scrabbling at my trousers, pulling down my zipper. Then her legs seemed to give out beneath her, and she slid down my body to her knees. My cock pushed out of my fly, and I felt her face against it, rubbing it, and then her lips were kissing it. I kept expecting her to take it into her mouth, but she didn’t. I was dying.
“Go on,” I husked. “Take it. Please.” But she didn’t. Oh Christ, where was the book? I realized I had dropped it when I started taking her clothes off. I tried desperately to remember what I had read, “Nuclei constituents,” I improvised, “Uh—spin and isospin . . . n/p ratio . . .”
She gasped sharply and then took my cock into her open mouth. I gasped too. She was making those mewling sounds again around the hardness of my dick as she began to suck on it greedily. Her tongue licked at the underside as she bobbed her head up and down, slowly, then faster. I tried to remember more stuff from the book, but my mind wasn’t working too well. As she continued to suck me she reached up to unbutton my trousers, and they fell to the floor. I pushed my shorts down after them, but I hadn’t reckoned with the fact that their descent would necessitate the separation of her mouth and my cock. When that happened she sort of collapsed onto the floor, moaning softly. I quickly got down there with her. I kissed her lips, and then her breasts, running my hands over her body, pushing her skirt up around her waist. Her panties were damp. I pulled them down over her curvy legs. We were both panting loudly now, and I could only hope we were isolated enough that we wouldn’t be heard.
With her panties off and her skirt up I pulled her thighs apart, undecided as to whether to stick my face in her crotch and do her as she had done me for a while, or to simply stick my hungry cock inside her and fuck both of our brains out. She settled that question by pulling me down on top of her and guiding my cock where we both wanted it.
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