I cleared my throat and stood up, hoping my composure would be there waiting for me. She had dark brown hair cut neatly in front and gathered in back in a ponytail that bobbed excitingly whenever she moved her head. She was telling me, in an impossibly fetching accent, that her name was Helga, and that she was new to this country. She said she was from Switzerland, over here on an exchange scholarship to study veterinary medicine.
I tried not to lose myself in those enchanting eyes as I welcomed her to America and asked her how I could help her. She told me she was doing some research on a certain medical procedure and needed to find a couple of articles from some back issues of a technical magazine. My heart leaped as I offered to take her to the basement, where we kept all the back issues of magazines, newspapers, and other archival material.
“No one ever comes down here,” I told her as I led her down the long flight of stairs. “You should be able to study as long as you want, undisturbed.” She thanked me as I went about locating the magazines she wanted. Then, as I offered to leave her to her studies, she moved close to me and, as if to stifle the suggestion, held a perfectly manicured finger to my lips.
Before I knew what I was doing, my lips were pulling at her fingertip. My tongue slowly circled the digit and I nibbled at it lightly, as if it were her clit. My cock had been hard since we’d first made eye contact, but now, in the cavernous archives, with this lovely young lady’s sweet-tasting fingertip between my lips, my excitement was making a huge tent in my pants. As her slender finger slipped from my lips, she looked down with a little cooing sound, her mouth forming a perfect O. Her tiny hand went to the front of my jeans, and her eyes seemed to glitter.
“As a guest in your country,” she said then in a soft, almost breathless voice, “I should maybe salute your flag?” And with that she went down to her knees, and with one motion unzipped the front of my jeans and released my member into her hot little hand. She gave it a few squeezes, then some long slow strokes, smiling up at me, and a moment later my dick was engulfed in her lovely Swiss mouth.
Her tongue wrapped around my shaft with incredible agility, her beautiful lips pulling me deeper. In no time, my glans was dancing on her tonsils as her tongue reached out to lick my aching balls. My god, I’d never been blown like this! Her mouth made music I’d never heard before, but my dick seemed to know all the dance steps. I came in a giant rush, my body heaving with the force of it, but her wonderful mouth held on steadfastly as I shot deep into her hungry throat.
I’d never come so hard in my life. My knees gave out as I finished, and I sank to the floor. My breath was still ragged as I kissed her passionately, sucking her luscious lips, sucking her tongue. My hand found the backs of her amazing legs and slid up past the tops of her stockings, caressing her bare thighs and then kneading that delicious ass. Helga broke the kiss to bring my finger to her mouth and suck on it, deep-throating it before releasing it, shiny with saliva. She then put my hand under her dress, slipping her wet panties down with her other hand. A lovely musky perfume filled my nostrils as she guided my finger to her warm, wet slit. It slipped in easily to the second knuckle as I rubbed her mound. My thumb found her clit like a magnet. Her button was hard and ripe and large. My mouth was drawn to her magical opening, and as I sucked at that pouting pink pussy her creamy juices flowed onto my tongue like expensive wine. The more I reveled in her succulent seam, the more she moaned and squirmed. Soon she was shuddering all over as she gripped my head and rode my face like an electric bull. Then with a squeal of release, she let loose a flood of golden nectar that coated my tongue and my face, and even got into my hair. Still I drank deeply from the fountain, lapping up all the honey I could get. Damn, she tasted good!
My cock was once again rock-hard. Still shivering and grunting with her orgasm, Helga grabbed it and impaled herself on me. She licked the cream from my face, then shot her cunt-tasting tongue into my mouth and we shared the ambrosia. Then she turned around, pointing her ass up at me, and her pussy greedily gobbled my cock back into it. My hands were all over this goddess. I squeezed her asscheeks, kneaded her lovely tits, tweaked her nipples, all the time pistoning my throbbing tool in and out of her silken furnace. She fucked me with equal fury, thrusting back to meet me stroke for stroke. My balls slapped her mound loudly as my cock filled her to the hilt. My mind was swimming, my body was slick with sweat. Helga was making guttural animal noises deep inside herself.
Suddenly she pulled away and turned around again, her legs wide open, her sweet pussy trickling love juice. Quickly I engulfed her burning box with my mouth, my tongue making one more assault on her convulsing clit, before pulling her legs onto my shoulders and sliding my pulsating bone all the way into her pelvis. Helga’s head began thrashing back and forth, her body writhing uncontrollably beneath me.
I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. My whole body seemed to be tightening. Then all at once, my lovely goddess let loose a kind of animal scream from the back of her throat. Her legs came down to lock around my waist, and then her pussy was clutching my dick, relaxing and clutching again like a fist, and she began jerking violently as if with a seizure. I stopped my onslaught while she rode wave after rapturous wave of release.
I held her tightly in my arms, kissing her face and her moaning lips until her body quieted down. Then with one quick pull I slipped out of her sweet sopping box, my own explosion dangerously near. As my cock twitched and spasmed, Helga moved quickly to take it between her lips, fucking me with her incredibly talented mouth. Oh, my god! Sucking me into the back of her throat, she curled her heavenly tongue around me as I emptied myself of all the sperm my balls held. Even after I’d shot all my semen, she kept milking my meat with her lips before allowing my rapidly shrinking prick to pop from her mouth.
The sweet scent of hot sex filled the musty basement air as we kissed lovingly and started to get dressed. Smiling at me, Helga said that she had to get to class now, and she would have to come back and do her research another day. I replied that I would be there to help her any time she needed it. I walked with her up the stairs and to the door. Before leaving the library she smiled at me once again. “Thank you for letting me salute your flag,” she said. “Now I know what they mean by ‘the Stars and Stripes forever.’ ”
And with that she was gone.
—H.G., Chicago, Illinois
Unexpected Ex
I went over to my favorite bar the other night to do some fox hunting. But the hunt didn’t go very well, so after a few hours I decided to just go home and take matters into my own hands.
I pulled into my driveway at one in the morning. I went inside, stripped out of my clothes, put an X-rated video in the VCR, lay down on the bed, and started stroking my cock.
I had been playing with myself for about fifteen minutes when I noticed headlights shining through my bedroom window. Figuring it was just someone using my driveway to turn around in, I just kept stroking my cock. But then I heard the car engine shut off and a door slam shut, so I jumped up and peeked out the window. It was Sally, my ex-wife!
I hit the eject button on the VCR as she was knocking on the front door. I was going to pull on some shorts, but then I decided fuck it, she’s already seen it a million times, so I went to the front door and opened it. Her eyes went straight to my dick, and she smiled. She told me she’d been out drinking with the girls when she got this sudden urge to suck my cock, so she thought she would stop by and see if I would let her.
My ex-wife being one hell of a cocksucker, I had no objection whatsoever to this plan, and I told her so. But then, seeing she had my interest, she decided to play it cool. “Why don’t we take a bath together?” she suggested. “I would really love to suck your cock in the bathtub.”
So while I started the bath water Sally went across the hall to the bedroom, where she removed her clothes and turned on the radio. She returned with six candles, which she lit and placed all around the bathroom. As she did this I was looking at her naked body, w
hich I hadn’t seen for so long I had almost forgotten how fantastic her tits were, round and firm and fully packed. Finally I pulled her close and gave her a long wet kiss, and when I broke it off I moved down to take one of her nipples in my mouth. But at that point she stopped me, saying, “Let’s get into the bathtub first.”
She got into the tub and sat down. I stepped in after her, but before I could lower myself into the water she told me to sit down on the edge of the tub. She got between my legs and took my cock in her mouth and started playing with my balls. Her head came off my dick long enough for her to say, “I can’t believe how big your balls are!” Then she swallowed my cock again and started sucking me with an eagerness that told me she really couldn’t wait to taste my come. I could hardly keep my balance on the edge of the tub as that hungry mouth slid up and down faster and faster, taking every inch of me and straining for more. I finally arched my hips and let out a shout as I came hard down her throat.
Sally swallowed every drop before she backed off my cock and told me how good my come tasted. Then she pulled me down into the water, and as we soaped each other up she played with my dick until she got it hard again.
“Good,” she said. “Now we can give Petunia a workout.” Petunia was our pet name for her pussy.
Well, we dried off and headed for the bedroom, where Sally pushed me down on the bed, mounted me, and fed my cock into Petunia and a tit into my mouth.
I felt one of her hands start to work her clit as she rocked back and forth on my cock, moaning softly. Her moans soon got louder and louder, and then I felt Petunia clamp tight around my cock as she fell flat on top of me. I kept pumping up into her until I came, and as she lay there kissing me I could feel my come running out of her and down my balls.
I was really glad now that I hadn’t had much luck with my fox hunting that night.
—N.F., New Orleans, Louisiana
Keep On Truckin’
Having been an over-the-road truck driver for many years, I have often wanted to write a book about the erotic experiences I’ve enjoyed, but I could never find the time. However, a recent incident inspired me to share this one incredible encounter.
It was the Sunday before Christmas, and I was headed to Chicago to spend the holidays with my girlfriend. I stopped at a truck stop outside Denver to shower and have a bite to eat. There I was approached by a well-mannered young man who introduced himself as Charlie, an owner/operator. He told me that he and his wife had also been on their way to Chicago, but his truck had lost a transmission. It would be a few days before the parts arrived, and he needed to get his wife home so she could spend Christmas with her folks. He wanted to know if I could give her a lift, saying he would gladly help me out with my expenses.
I was visualizing a three-hundred-pound, wide-load female that it would take four drivers to get into my truck, and I was trying to think of a good excuse, when suddenly the place got so quiet you could hear the roaches fuck. Even the waitresses stopped in their tracks. I looked around to see what was happening, and I saw this goddess standing at the cashier’s desk. From her Stetson hat to her spit-shined cowboy boots she stood about six feet tall. Her hair was dark and shoulder-length. She had on a white body shirt that was covered by a form-fitting motorcycle jacket. Her jeans were so tight there was not a wrinkle anywhere. She smiled at Charlie and began to walk our way, and everything seemed to go into slow motion. Every eye in the place followed her every step.
I attempted to stand, but felt suddenly dizzy, as though every drop of my blood had immediately gone to my dick. Charlie introduced this woman as his wife, Jeri. She had an awesome smile and firm handshake. Her eyes were piercing, and I was totally mesmerized by her beauty. She slipped off her jacket, and the whole room seemed to moan as she revealed the shape of what must have been a pair of 36Cs under her body shirt.
I was no longer looking for excuses. After the three of us indulged in a little small talk I told them I needed to get on the road. We walked out to Charlie’s truck and retrieved Jeri’s bag. As we walked to my truck I followed behind Jeri and enjoyed her slow-motion walk. Her ass moved like two bear cubs trying to get out of a sack. She kissed Charlie good-bye as I placed her bag in the truck, and I helped her into the passenger seat.
A few miles down the road, Jeri asked if I minded if she slipped into her riding shorts. She said her tight jeans were too uncomfortable for the long ride. I suggested she climb into the sleeper in the back, but she replied that she was not shy, and could change right where she was. She needed help with the boots, so I braced the steering wheel with my knees and held on to the boots as she slid out of them. Then she began the task of peeling off those jeans. I attempted to think of something else as my dick became as hard as Chinese arithmetic. Removing the jeans, she unsnapped the body shirt at her crotch and revealed a perfectly smooth pussy. Then she reached into her bag, removed a beautiful pair of red silk running shorts, and slipped them on, while I tried hard to keep from driving off the road.
I thought she was done, but I was wrong; Jeri wanted to change her shirt, too. As casually as could be, she pulled off the body shirt, and then removed her bra. Her breasts were full and firm, and the nipples stuck straight out. Jeri smiled at me teasingly and said, “Yep, they are real.” She then slipped on a tight T-shirt, after which she placed her bare feet up on the dash and began reading a book. At this point I was doing about eighty-five miles per hour, and had to fight to bring both the truck and myself under control.
I was trying to find some good music on the radio when I noticed that Jeri had slipped her right hand into her shorts and evidently had her fingers buried deep in her pussy. I felt blood drip down my chin as I bit a hole in my lower lip. Then she began to read aloud from the book. It was a story about two women who met in a bar, then retreated to a single stall in the ladies’ room and began to explore each other. The more she read the faster her hand moved. Finally I suggested she move back to the sleeper if she expected me to get us to Chicago in one piece.
We were approaching the state line now, and Jeri suggested I pull into an upcoming rest stop. When I did, she pointed out a secluded parking spot, and I pulled in and shut down the engine.
Before I knew what was happening, Jeri got down on her knees between the two seats and began to unbutton my jeans. I told her to be careful, because my dick could fly out and get us both hurt. She laughed a wonderful laugh and grabbed for my dick. Then she raised her face to mine and kissed me with the softest lips I have ever felt. She slipped her tongue into my mouth as she pulled my dick out of my pants. Then she lowered her head to my throbbing pole, which was so hard a cat couldn’t have scratched it. She wrapped those soft lips around my dick and began to move her tongue slowly around the head.
All the time Jeri was sucking me she continued to finger herself. Occasionally she would remove her hand from her pussy and her mouth from my cock, so that she could suck her juices off her fingers. Then she would resume her oral ministrations with even more enthusiasm. After I exploded into her mouth, she spent at least ten minutes licking me dry.
Now it was my turn, I told her. Jeri was thrilled, because Charlie was not into eating pussy. We slipped into the sleeper and I removed Jeri’s clothes. I spent a long time just admiring her exquisite body. I started at her eyes and slowly kissed her soft lips, then her beautiful breasts. I sucked her toes, kissed the backs of her knees, and worked my way up her thighs. I then raised her legs and buried my tongue in her pussy, slowly licking her and sucking her clit. She moaned softly, and then began to scream loud enough to be heard back in Denver, and the more she screamed the faster I licked. Jeri finally came with such force that her bucking hips nearly made me hit my head on the truck ceiling.
Afterward she inserted her fingers into her pussy and then sucked the cream from them. She said Charlie would never let her come in his mouth, and it was her greatest fantasy. We continued to suck and fuck for another three hours, before Jeri fell asleep and I continued the drive to Chicago.
Jeri and I talk every day now, and have phone sex when we can’t get together. Jeri is planning a threesome for us with her girlfriend in February. I couldn’t be happier, but I’m keeping a tube of K-Y jelly with me at all times, because I know if Charlie reads this letter I am fucked.
—J.G., Chicago, Illinois
Bonnie Blossoms
As my marriage had recently gone south, I had decided I needed to get away to the beach for some R&R. It was just at the beginning of summer, so there weren’t very many guests at the beachfront hotel where I was staying.
I should say that I am a man in excellent physical shape, with a forty-five-inch chest and thirty-four-inch waist. Part of the reason my marriage broke up was that my wife didn’t appreciate all the hours I spent at the gym. Anyway, I decided to show my hardened body off on this vacation. My swimsuit was a pair of bikini trunks, and I had torn out the lining in the crotch, which rendered the shape of my shaft and cockhead easily visible. I must have looked good, as several women on the beach asked to take my picture.
On the last day of my trip I found out just how much my workouts had paid off. As I was walking back to my hotel room after lunch, I saw two college-age girls sunning themselves by the pool. One of them caught sight of me and tapped the other on the shoulder so she could check me out.
After going up to my room for a drink, I decided to go back down to talk to those girls. When I got there I found only one of them left. She was blonde, with a nice tan, and a bikini top that strained to hold in her ample tits. After some small talk I found out she was from Alabama and that her name was Bonnie. At this point my dick was beginning to stiffen in my trunks, something that did not go unnoticed on her part. I invited her to check out the view from my tenth-floor balcony, and I was very happy when she accepted. I couldn’t wait to pluck this southern flower.
Once we were in my room we walked out onto the balcony, and I put my arms around her from behind. At the same time I pulled my cock out and laid it against her back as I held her close. She was going to get more of a view than she expected!
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