Because she had been playing with herself before I came along, and because of what had happened since, she was slippery and juicy, but she was still tight. I moved into her gradually, and she arched herself for me, squirming. She was making those little noises, and in between she seemed to be muttering something to herself. It was hard to make out because she was panting so hard, but I listened closely. “Specific wavelengths . . .” she was chanting breathlessly. “Rydberg equation . . .”
I was all the way inside her now, and began to move with a hard, steady rhythm. She moved with me, hooking her legs over mine and matching me stroke for stroke, lying there on the bare cold floor of the library. Her breathless mutterings continued, but I could no longer make them out. Soon they stopped as her whimpers turned to moans. I kissed her, hoping to muffle any noise that might lead to detection. Our tongues entwined fervently, but the need to take air into our laboring lungs made us cut the kiss short. I slowed down in an attempt both to catch my breath and to put off the climax that I felt coming inexorably on. Her moans were softer now. I didn’t want to come before she did, but I was still worried about someone hearing us, or just happening to find us there.
The girl seemed to have reached a plateau. She was still moving to my rhythm, breathing heavily, her eyes glazed and her head rolling gently from side to side. She was obviously enjoying herself, but she showed no signs of coming. I speeded up again, and she stayed with me, but there was no climax in sight.
Then my eyes happened to light on the book she’d been reading, lying on the floor where I had dropped it, not far away. In a kind of desperation I reached for it and pulled it closer. I opened it with one hand, trying to focus on the page while still moving in and out of the girl beneath me. Breathlessly I began to read the first words I could make out. “‘The quantity called angular momentum is analogous to ordinary linear momentum (mass times velocity) . . . It is possible for a negative ion and an antiproton to have the same momentum even when they have different masses . . .”
That did it. She started to gasp, then to groan. Her arms and legs tightened around me, and her body archd sharply. “Yes!” she cried. “Ohh dear god . . . Yes!” And then she was coming, her pussy contracting around my cock, her body convulsing wildly. I tried to muffle the shout that came from my own throat as I let myself go, spurting into her again and again until I was depleted.
I rolled off her, and almost immediately she got up and swiftly began pulling on her clothes. Before I had fully recovered my breath, she was gone, taking the book with her. I never even got to ask her name. Since then, each time I go to the library I wander back there to those same stacks, hoping she will be there, reading her book, but she never is. Maybe some day. . . .
—T.F., San Francisco, California
WHAT DOES A MARRIED MAN DO WHEN HE’S TEMPTED BY SEXY TWIN SISTERS? GUESS
About ten years ago I attended a bachelor party in Miami Beach. A bunch of us flew out from Chicago and met up with another group in Miami for the drive to the beach. There were about twenty guys in all, most of them in their late twenties, and they were out for beaver. As a forty-four-year-old married man, maybe I’d lost a little speed, but I really went along just for a long weekend away from the routine.
We rented a couple of apartments in a condo and hit the pool. After dinner we all piled into a couple of vans to go bar-hopping. After hitting a couple of bars I grew tired of paying the ten-dollar cover charges just for the privilege of paying four bucks for a beer and watching the college nymphs on spring break. So I decided to walk back, pick up some munchies and see what hoops games were on the tube.
About halfway back, as I was walking along a newly constructed road next to a condo village, I saw a woman carrying a large carton, heading for a big Cadillac that was parked at the curb. As I watched she tripped and fell, dropping the box. I immediately went to help. It was obvious that she had hurt her leg. I didn’t think she would be able to drive, let alone walk, so I offered to drive her home, and she readily accepted. I picked her up and placed her gently in the passenger seat, then put her box in the back and got behind the wheel.
I followed the directions she gave me, and when we got to her house we were met in the driveway by her maid. I carried her inside the lavish house, which was decorated in Mexican style, and as I looked at her in the light I realized that I had a Mexican beauty on my hands. She was in her early thirties, with long shining black hair and a graceful, voluptuous figure. Her face belonged on the cover of a glamour magazine, and her body in Penthouse Letters.
She called her neighbor, who happened to be a doctor. He came over immediately and diagnosed the problem as a sprained ankle. He iced it down, and when he left she invited me to stay for a drink.
The time wore on, the maid went to bed, and we just talked for hours. The lady’s name was Juanita, and we soon became very comfortable with each other and started telling each other our life stories. She must have been taken with me, because she said that she wanted to tell me something and ask a very personal favor. She said that her sister and brother-in-law had died in a plane crash a few years ago, and had left her with the responsibility of looking after their twin daughters. She had her own advertising business in Miami, and hadn’t been able to raise her nieces personally, so she had placed them in a Mexican convent, where they had been until recently. They had just turned eighteen, and she wanted them to spend their senior year of high school in the United States, to get acclimated before they went to college.
She also told me—and here is where the favor came in—that they were virgins, and she didn’t want them to get their first sexual experience in the back of a pickup truck on the side of the road someplace. She wanted them to be loved by an experienced, tender gentleman in familiar surroundings. And she asked me if I would be the one.
Me? I was flabbergasted! Me?? I’d been married for twenty years to the same wonderful woman, never (well, hardly ever) straying. I was passionately in love with her and never went looking for something outside. But—if something like this bit me on the ass . . . well . . .
But first I wanted to know what the hitch was. She assured me that there really wasn’t any. I asked her how she could make that kind of decision for her nieces. She told me that they had seen me come in and had been listening to our conversation. When she’d last left the room to “powder her nose,” they had told her that I could be the one.
She then called for the girls, and they came in. They were about five feet five inches tall, with the same long black hair as their aunt. The three of them could almost have been triplets. I couldn’t believe it. (I still can’t.) Their names were Elena and Angelina, or Ellen and Angel for short. They spoke English with a soft, sexy Spanish accent.
They sat down on the couch on either side of me. At first each of them held one of my hands while we talked, but soon I found myself caressing their shoulders, necks and arms. Then suddenly Elena leaned over and kissed me square on the mouth, and snaked her long tongue down my throat. Then it was Angel’s turn to work her tongue around my mouth, and my teeth and my cheeks and my lips. At that point I began to suspect strongly that they had had some practice at this. Probably with some of the other girls at the convent.
Before things got too hot, Juanita suggested that we all move into the master bedroom where we could be comfortable. Once there, the four of us quickly got naked. Because of her still tender ankle, I had to help Juanita take her clothes off, hardly an unpleasant task.
Even naked the two girls looked identical, except that Ellen had a small red birthmark on the inside of her left thigh. I was later to find out that there were other ways to distinguish between them. They had perfectly straight backs (no doubt from posture practice at the convent), and small but perfectly formed young breasts, with almost more nipple than tit. And all four of those nipples were pointed directly at me. Of course I pointed right back.
The bed was large and round and big enough for us all. At first the girls were a bit clumsy, bu
t Juanita helped them out by demonstrating some of her technique for them. They watched with interest as their aunt took hold of my penis and began to stroke it, while gently squeezing my balls. I could tell that Juanita was getting into this; her breathing became erratic as she explained to the girls what she was doing to me. I was hard as a rock.
Juanita somewhat reluctantly let go of my cock, and then it was the girls’ turn. While I kissed one, the other took my cock in her small hands and started to squeeze and stroke it. She placed the tip of it in her mouth to get a taste, and then started licking all around. I stopped kissing her sister long enough to tell her where the most sensitive spot on my hard-on was—the vein just below the ridge of the head. She then began to kiss me there, then to use her tongue on the spot.
I repositioned the three of us so that my mouth had access to one pair of pussy lips. By the birthmark in front of my eyes, I knew they were Ellen’s. I started slowly, kissing the inside of each thigh and working up toward her love box. I made a detour around her pussy, licking her black pubic hair all around, occasionally blowing on her damp mound, causing her to gasp sharply.
I heard some loud moans, and turned around to see Angel with my dick in her mouth, her eyes shut tight and her other hand between her legs. Then she started to come. She froze, her neck and chest turned red, and then she took my six inches all the way to the root, her saliva running down the crack of my ass. With an effort I held myself back from coming, and as she recovered from her orgasm she began to suck at my prick like it was a straw.
I then started sucking on Ellen’s pussy lips. I licked first one, then the other, and then slid my tongue up the length of her pussy from asshole to clit. When I got to her clit it stuck up at me like a hard dick. And I treated it like one, first licking it all over, then sucking on it. Then I pressed it against the roof of my mouth and rolled my tongue back and forth under it, flicking it faster and faster. That did it for her; she started yelling like a banshee, while her stomach muscles contracted and her juices started to flow. Then I put my middle finger in her cunt and searched around for her G-spot. It slid in easily, further evidence that these girls had more experience than their aunt knew about. My probing finger did it again, and she bucked her hips up and down, yelling, “Oh Dios, oh Dios!” over and over again. That was the other difference between these identical twins—one was a moaner and the other a screamer.
We lay in each other’s arms for a few minutes, until they noticed that I still had this raging hard-on. Then they switched positions, and I had my mouth on Angel’s pussy while Ellen had hold of my woody with her hands and mouth. When Angel came on my face I couldn’t hold back any longer, and told my beautiful cocksucker to watch out. She pulled my dick out of her mouth while continuing to squeeze and jerk it with her two small hands. It squirted all over, my come landing on all three of us.
I looked over and saw that Juanita was fingering herself. It was obvious that she was coming too. Her legs were spread wide, her hand busily frigging herself, her glaring black eyes glued to the sight of my red-hot dick, her mouth gasping for air as she grunted, “That’s it, that’s it, arrrrgh . . .”
Ellen and Angel both cleaned me off with their tongues. They said it was the first time they had ever tasted, or even seen, a man’s ejaculation. That’s what they said.
We each had to get up to use the bathroom, but when we returned it all started over again. But this time we all knew how it would end.
Juanita started it off again, taking my cock, which was again rock-hard, in her mouth and giving it a good workout. The girls’ eager but amateurish sucking had been nice, but their aunt really knew what she was doing (although she said she hadn’t done it in a very long time). And she gave a good professional demonstration, bringing me to the brink several times with long, slow, deep sucks, then holding about half of my dick in her mouth and squeezing it with her lips while stroking the underside with her tongue. Then she took me all the way again, and I felt her suck me with her throat muscles while her tongue snaked its way up and down the sensitive vein. At the same time she played with my nut sack, and I had to stop her before I lost it completely and had nothing left for her nieces.
I asked who would like to go first. Both sisters were giggling and blushing, but it was obvious by the way they were looking at that pole that they were as eager as I was. I took Angel, the moaner, first. I laid her on her back and licked her pussy until she started to squirm, her moans directing me to her most sensitive places. I grabbed my cock and worked it up between her pussy lips, spreading our juices around for lubrication. Then I started to enter her, and I heard her gasp as I slid inside the tight hole. I worked my log around, trying to touch every sensitive spot on her pussy to loosen her up. She lifted her hips and I slid in about halfway, then stopped for a moment to be sure that she was okay. I asked her if she was comfortable, and she answered, “Yes, this is wonderful, please, please, please!” And then she came, bucking her pussy up to me and swallowing my charger all the way. Then she came again, her long smooth legs wrapped around my waist as she grabbed my head and pulled me toward her for a tongue-twisting kiss.
I rested for a moment, then withdrew very slowly. Then the other girl was all over me. She knew it was her turn, and she wanted it bad. She pushed me onto my back and climbed on. Juanita was there to help, or maybe she just wanted another taste of my dick. She slobbered all over it until it was shiny, and then placed it right at the entrance to Ellen’s cunt. Ellen could hardly wait till her hand was out of the way before impaling herself on me with one stroke. She cried out as though it really was her first time. Breathing hard, she missed maybe one or two beats while she adjusted herself, and then it was off to the races. Rocking back and forth like a jockey, she rubbed that stiff clit of hers against my pubic hair and started coming in seconds. Her screams were incredible. Twisting her head from left to right, eyes closed, she called out my name over and over again. I reached up and lightly pinched her rigid nipples, which sent her over the edge again. She was sweating and squirming, and saliva dropped out of her open, shouting mouth and dropped onto my body. This seemed to go on for at least five minutes.
Then she started to calm down gradually, lying on top of me with my dick still embedded in her as her breathing subsided. She was soaking wet, her hair all matted. I caressed and petted her as I told her how beautiful she was. She smiled, then laughed. She kissed me and said I was a wonderful lover. Then we all hugged each other, and in a few minutes the twins fell asleep, exhausted.
But I was still ready. My age and experience had permitted me to remain in control and refrain from coming while the twins were having their fun. And Juanita was well aware of it. She put her hand on my throbbing tool and suggested that we take a shower together. I pointed out to her that she would have a problem showering with her strained and bandaged ankle.
“Oh, right,” she said. “In that case, let’s just fuck.”
And the twins slept through it all.
—M.G., Chicago, Illinois
HE FLIES THE FRIENDLY SKIES WITH AN EXTREMELY FRIENDLY, AND VERY SEXY, STRANGER
Recently my wife and I flew to Paris for a vacation. When we arrived in New York for our overseas flight, we learned that due to a booking error, we would not be seated together. There was one seat available in the coach section and one in the business section. My wife volunteered to take the coach seat, and I kissed her as we parted. I quickly located my seat, which was on the left side of the plane, between two other seats. Since the flight had been overbooked, every seat was taken. As people were storing their carry-on luggage, a very attractive young lady came down the aisle and stopped at my row, addressing the man in the seat to my left, near the window. It seemed he was in her seat. The man checked his ticket and discovered that he should have been sitting in the seat to my right. She told him to stay where he was, and she would take his seat.
I couldn’t help watching her as she sat down, and I wasn’t the only man doing so. She was approximatel
y five feet seven, one hundred fifteen pounds, with brown hair and a very tight body. She was wearing a dark blazer and short skirt. I snuck a peek at her very shapely legs as she sat back in her seat. She settled in and began writing in a notebook.
About a half hour went by before I got up the nerve to speak to her. When I did she was quite friendly. She introduced herself as Lindsey. She told me she was twenty-nine years old and lived in Baltimore. She was employed by a large company and was flying to Paris on business. When I told her I was married she asked why my wife wasn’t seated with me, and I told her. After a while our conversation turned to television, and Lindsey asked if I could fill her in on Melrose Place. As I did, she said that her life was like that show. She was involved in a love triangle. She said that she would have left the guy she was living with, but she liked fucking him. I was taken by surprise and didn’t know what to say.
I ordered a couple more drinks and we continued talking. Lindsey pushed her reclining seat all the way back, and asked if I would join her. Nervously, I did. We were facing each other as if we were lying in bed. Lindsey then said she was very horny, and told me she could make herself come by crossing her legs. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I kept expecting my wife to walk through the curtain that separated the sections.
Lindsey then suggested that we exchange sex stories. Since my wife and I had been involved in swinging at one point, I had a few good stories. As I began telling her of my adventures, she started moaning. I was worried that someone might hear us, but the flight was a red-eye and evidently everyone else was asleep.
Lindsey took one of my fingers and placed it into her mouth. I felt like I was about to explode. She then asked me if I had ever fucked in the bathroom on a plane. I said I hadn’t, and I was afraid the other passengers would see us going in together. She just smiled, and said that she was going to get up and brush her teeth. She walked forward toward one of the bathrooms, opened the door and turned around to look back at me before going in. After a short while she exited, walked over to the other bathroom and did the same thing. I didn’t have the balls to go through with it, so I just stayed where I was.
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