I had missed the feeling of being inside her, and I told her that. We started to move together, my stiff cock probing deeper and deeper into her dripping pussy as our rhythm gradually accelerated. I could tell that she was already building toward her first climax, and I wanted to make it good for her. “Slow down for a minute, I’m going to come,” she moaned. But I didn’t; instead I thrust harder and faster, knowing from experience that this drove her wild. Sure enough, a moment later she was coming, her hips pushing upward and her whole body quivering as she moaned out her orgasm.
It was time to try a new position. I turned her over, and as she lifted that beautiful ass toward me I wasted no time driving my rigid rod into her from behind. Soon she was moaning with renewed desire. After a few minutes of doing it doggie-style, I told her I wanted to take her up the ass. We had only done that a few times when we were together, but we were both so hot now that it seemed nothing could inhibit us. “Yes,” she panted. “Yes, do it, darling.”
I went into her ass very slowly, being careful not to hurt her. Dolly was making sounds of pleasure, and little by little I picked up the pace of my strokes, moving deeper into her. The feeling was unbelievable as my dick probed that tight hole. Soon she was taking almost my entire shaft into her rear hatch. We were both breathing heavily, and sweat covered our bodies.
I wanted to see the look on her face as I sodomized her, so I pulled out and rolled her onto her back, lifting her legs and reinserting myself into her tight butthole. What a sensation that was! My hand caressed her face, and she suddenly took my thumb into her mouth, sucking on it as I fucked her asshole. The sight of it got me so excited I finally couldn’t hold back anymore. I soon shot my load deep into her ass.
As I headed to the bathroom to clean up, Dolly told me that she wanted to suck my cock when I came back. That almost gave me another hard-on right there, because nobody could suck a cock like Dolly could suck a cock. But, playing it cool, I said that was fine, but I wanted to see her playing with herself first.
When I returned, she was lying on her back smiling at me, one hand caressing her breast while the other stroked and fondled her wet pussy. I watched for a while as she fingered her hole, and my cock actually did get hard as she made herself come. I lay down on my back as Dolly crouched over me and jammed my erection into her mouth. I couldn’t help moaning as her full lips moved up and down my shaft.
Like I said, nobody could suck a cock like Dolly could suck a cock, and I was more than ready for it. She had the most talented lips and tongue of any girl I ever knew, by far. She could take my dick down her throat with no trouble whatsoever, and she could keep it there for as long as she wanted while her tongue moved teasingly, maddeningly over my throbbing flesh. Or she could move those lips up and down my cock in the sexiest manner possible, exerting just the right pressure and varying the tempo of her bobbing head in a way that drove me crazy, keeping me on the verge of coming for what seemed like forever.
I knew she expected me to come in her mouth and I was tempted to do so, but I wanted to get back inside her even more. “I want to put my cock in your pussy again, baby,” I panted.
Dolly straddled my body and took my dick inside her, sinking down on me and moving up and down. I loved the look on her face and the way her small breasts jiggled as she worked my tool in and out of her wet cunt. “Oh, baby, I’m going to come!” I shouted, and then I did, unleashing another load inside her.
Dolly collapsed on top of me and we lay together, our hearts beating quickly, gasping and covered with sweat. When she got a second wind she looked at me and smiled. “I guess buying that new bra worked out pretty well,” she said.
—L.B., Columbus, Ohio
Beating the Heat
It was a brutally hot summer night and I was just getting off work, ready to enjoy the weekend. I was so wet with sweat that I just wanted to take everything off for the long drive home. But aside from the possibility of being arrested, my carpool partner, Gail, was waiting for me to pick her up at her job across the street. So I settled for just taking off my shirt and tie, leaving on my skin-tight T-shirt, which was glued to my body with perspiration. My old car was sweltering from the sun beating down on it all day. I rolled down the windows, but it didn’t give much relief, and the damn air-conditioning wasn’t working anyway. By the time I pulled into the parking lot across the street to pick Gail up, my body was drenched with fresh sweat, which seemed to be rolling from every crevice of my body.
It wasn’t long before Gail came walking out of her building. She looked as if her day had been as tiring as mine. As she came closer I could see the perspiration on her forehead and at her blonde hairline. She smiled as she opened the door and slid into my car. Her forearm bumped mine. This caused an eerie sensation throughout my whole body, ending in a familiar tingling sensation in my groin. I felt the beginning of an erection, but quickly tried to block it out of my mind. Gail was an attractive woman, but we had a nice friendly relationship, and I didn’t want to ruin it by behaving inappropriately. I quickly pulled out of the parking lot and began the long drive home.
“Whew! It’s hot out there,” Gail said, fanning herself with her hand. Pointing to my shirt, she added, “That looks like a very good idea. Mind if I take my shirt off, too?”
She was wearing a starched overblouse that could not have been very comfortable outside of an air-conditioned office. I attempted to act casual as she unbuttoned it and struggled to pull it off. What she had on underneath only heightened that tingling sensation, which now turned into a most definite hard-on. She had on a white tank top that molded the shape of her body perfectly. The shirt dipped low enough for me to see the beads of sweat glistening just above her bosom. I tried to concentrate on keeping my eyes on the road.
“Bill, is something the matter?” she asked after a while.
“Uh, no. Why do you ask?” I said, clearing my throat.
“You just don’t seem yourself… you seem quiet,” she replied.
“Oh, I’m fine. It’s just so hot.”
I pulled at the neckline of my wet T-shirt.
“You should take that T-shirt off, you might feel a little better,” she suggested.
“No,” I said, trying to make light of it. “I wouldn’t want to scare you off.”
“I insist,” she said, and there was something in her voice I’d never heard before. I looked over at her. The way she was looking at me—her chest heaving up and down with her suddenly rapid breathing, her nipples poking out as though they were trying to burst through her top—made me nearly lose my mind. I wanted her right then and there. I pulled up at a red stoplight and peeled off my damp T-shirt. I could feel her eyes on me the whole time. A trickle of sweat ran down the center of my chest.
“I feel like doing something crazy tonight,” Gail said. “How about you?”
I didn’t know what to say. All I knew was that I wanted very badly to feel that body pressed against mine. “Like what?” I asked hoarsely.
My reply brought a smile to her lips. “I just had a brilliant idea,” she said. “Make a right at the next light.”
I did as I was told. I could barely think straight. She gave me some more directions, which finally led us to an old empty barn out in the middle of nowhere. I pulled the car up to it, turned off the engine, and looked over at her. She put her hand on my knee and slowly began to slide it up my leg, until it was just at the base of my dick, which was already fully hard.
Then she moved closer and whispered in my ear, “I really feel like being crazy tonight.” With that she slid her hand over my cock and began to rub it through my pants. I thought I was going to lose my mind. “How does that feel, big boy?” she teased, and she leaned toward me and kissed me gently. A slight moan was my only response. I reached over and ran my hand down the front of her body. She was drenched in sweat. It was the sexiest thing I had ever felt.
She drew back after a moment and pulled off her tank top, revealing firm, milky-white breasts covered by
a flimsy bra. She again leaned over and said in a husky voice, “Let’s get out of this car and see what this barn has to offer.”
She opened her door and stepped out into the warm night, and I did the same. The air outside was definitely more refreshing than being inside the car. There was a slight breeze now, and a nearly full moon that only heightened my arousal and excitement. I walked over to where Gail was standing, put my arms around her, and pulled her close. She responded by running her tongue across my neck and up to my ear. I felt her grinding against me as our lips came together and she began kissing me hard, her tongue beating against mine.
I had to have her right away. I fumbled feverishly at her pants, but my hands felt clumsy. “Not so fast, big boy.” Gail laughed tauntingly. “I’m going to make you wait. But believe me, it will be well worth it.” She pulled away and walked to the door of the barn, only to discover that there was a lock on it. But there was an old wooden table off to one side that looked like it had once been used as a workbench. “That will do,” Gail said. “Sit down, baby.”
I moved to the table, but before sitting down I started taking my clothes off. I slid off my shoes and socks, then got out of my pants, while Gail watched me with great interest. I pulled off my briefs, revealing my hard, upright cock, and then sat down.
Gail walked toward me slowly, undoing her pants. She stopped in front of me and teasingly began to undress, sliding her pants down, slipping out of her shoes to get them off. All she had on now were her panties and bra. She reached around to unhook the bra and let it slide off her shoulders, watching me the entire time. She then slid both hands into her panties and slowly pushed them down. As they fell around her feet she turned around and bent over, showing her firm, round rear end. I reached out to caress it, but she turned around again and waved her finger at me. “Not yet,” she teased, with a devilish smile.
She moved close to me then as I sat on the edge of the table, and positioned herself between my knees. She put her hands around my neck and kissed me, gently at first. As I slid my arms around her and began rubbing and stroking her body, her kisses became rougher and more urgent. She began to breathe harder. She slid her hand down to my crotch and began pumping my dick. I was already dangerously close to coming, so I pushed her away gently and got off the table.
Taking hold of Gail’s waist, I boosted her up onto the table where I had been sitting and leaned in to kiss her, starting at her mouth and working my way down. I tongued each nipple to erection, and then continued down, over her navel to her pelvic area, but deliberately avoiding her pussy and clit. Now it was my turn to tease.
“Oh, come on,” she moaned, leaning back a little, spreading her legs, and raising her hips. I continued to tease her with my tongue, licking the inside of her thighs. She moaned again. “Please,” she pleaded, but I just grinned and shook my finger at her, mocking the way she had done it to me. Gail laughed—she was a good sport—and when she reached for my head and guided it where she wanted it, I didn’t resist. I dug my tongue deep into her pussy, and her body arched as she let out a groan of passion. I probed the inside of her cunt, licking every area I could reach, and then focused on her clitoris. I could feel her writhing under me, moaning, begging me not to stop. I continued to flick the swollen button with my tongue until her entire body shook, and I felt a warm flood of juices spilling into my mouth as she climaxed.
I moved up to kiss her mouth then, and she pulled me close, grabbing my dick and guiding it to the opening of her still wet pussy. There was no hesitation as I slid it all the way into her. I began pumping rapidly in and out of her, building quickly to my own orgasm. Her moans became louder as I moved faster, my balls hitting her ass with each thrust. I couldn’t hold back at this point, nor did I want to. I came hard, yelling out my pleasure as I spurted into her, and she came for the second time that night as I filled her with my load.
With my dick still inside her, I collapsed on top of her, breathing hard. We were both drenched in sweat and very exhausted, but it was a good feeling. We stayed like that for a long time. Finally I propped myself on one elbow and looked down at her. She smiled at me. “Mmm, that was just what I needed,” she said. “Let’s do it again sometime.”
In the days that followed I was glad to find that what we’d done that night didn’t interfere with our normally friendly relationship. The only thing that was different was that every once in a while we would take a detour after work and drive somewhere to rediscover each other’s bodies. Especially when it got really hot.
—W.B., Gary, Indiana
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 in 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.
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