“Now stick two fingers into my cunt,” I commanded, spreading my pussy lips for him. He slowly worked two fingers into me. “Oh, baby, that feels fantastic!” I moaned. Soon I began to suck the dildo again. I took another inch or so of his cock, then grabbed his wrist to move his fingers in my cunt. He caught on quickly and started to finger me with long deep strokes. I moved my hips slowly, enjoying the tremendous sensation of being totally filled with cock. I could feel another orgasm building up inside me.
“Listen to me, baby,” I panted. “When I say now, I want you to pull your cock out of my ass and pump it. I want to see that big cock come. I want you to shoot all over my tits. Do you understand?” He nodded as I pulled his hand from my pussy and replaced it with the dildo. I rammed it all the way up my cunt as I pushed down farther on his cock, rolling my hips. I didn’t know if I was actually taking all of him in my ass, but at that moment it felt like it. I rammed the dildo in and out, faster and faster. “Now, baby! Now!” I shouted.
As he pulled his cock from my ass my final orgasm hit. I kept ramming the dildo in and out as I watched Ed’s fist pump up and down on his cock. And then he groaned and shot three long spurts of jism onto my chest, covering my breasts and my nipples with his come. I cried out with joy and my body spasmed again and again. I climaxed helplessly in front of his staring eyes.
“Let me get another washcloth and clean you up,” I said, as soon as I could speak again. Ed protested that he really had to get to class. “Oh, that’s okay,” I said. “Your lesson here is done. And baby, you graduated! You’re ready now for anything that girlfriend of yours wants to try. But if you ever feel like you need a refresher course, you know where to find me.”
I can only hope he will.
—S.N., Lincoln, Nebraska
Saluting the Flag
I work at a public library in the city. Now you may think of that as a boring job, but as it happens, my particular branch is located close to two college campuses, and every day our stacks are filled with pert coed cuties with tight asses, full racks, healthy appetites, and no parents. God, I love my job!
When I’m not assisting patrons with checkouts, I’m usually shelving books. Any time a coed needs help, she never has to complain about not getting prompt, friendly, helpful, knowledgeable assistance in the stacks. And the ladies really appreciate the attention. Many times I’ve been shamelessly flirted with by a lovely young debutante or a group of sorority girls. Occasionally a little hottie will get playful, flashing a bit of panty as she bends down to pick something up, or squatting down to look at the books in the bottom row while giving me a good long view down her blouse. Usually it’s just playful teasing, but occasionally it will lead to something more—occasionally enough to make me never want to quit my job.
One day, as I was kneeling down to place some poetry books on a low shelf, a husky, suggestive voice came from above me. “Mmmm, I just love to see a man on his knees!” I turned to look and found my eyes on a level with the hem of a light floral summer dress that just covered the tops of a pair of black knee socks. I pulled back slightly (if I hadn’t, my nose would have lifted that hemline) and looked up, past the sizable swell of a spaghetti-strap dress top into a pair of smoldering, insanely beautiful, exotic, and just plain gorgeous emerald eyes.
Instantly I was lost, just starting up into those hypnotic green pools. As I grasped for my wits under that electric gaze, I realized that the girl’s lips were moving. Oh God, she had the most beautiful, full, lush, kissable lips! I just knelt there staring up at this vision’s wonderful perfect mouth, noting the sweet pink tint of her lips, the way the corners turned up, the sweet melody of her tone… until it hit me that she was saying something.
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 leapt 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 come-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 ass cheeks, 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 open wide, 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 could hold. 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
Strangers on the Sand
The hotel air-conditioner chilled me, and I could feel my nipples hardening and making little points in my swimsuit. I moved quickly through the lobby to the white, sandy beachfront. I walked up the shoreline to a quiet, isolated spot.
As I lay on the beach the sun warmed my skin. Little beads of water trickled across my back, one of them rolling from the small of my back along the crack of my bottom to my pussy. The sensation made my cunt pulse. I rolled over to feel the sun on my face. I spread my legs, knees angled up to feel the rays warm my pussy.
I didn’t bother to look around. With my eyes closed to the sun, I slid my hand into my bikini bottom, reaching past my mound to gently stroke my clit. My pussy lips felt like rose petals, soft with morning dew, inviting my touch. I parted them and slid my finger inside, still stroking gently, enjoying the intensifying pleasure until I climaxed again and again.
I didn’t move when I became aware that two swimmers had emerged from the surf and were watching me from the foamy shoreline. My hand was still resting in the folds of my pussy when a shadow blocked the sun. The swimmers were standing over me. The blond one crouched beside me while his companion knelt on the opposite side, near my hips. He spoke first.
“Let me help you,” he said as he gently encircled my wrist with his hand. He pulled my hand away from my crotch and slid his other hand down to where mine had been. He stroked my clit and slipped his finger into my wet pussy, caressing me to the rhythm of the ocean surf.
His friend’s hard cock bulged through his suit. I reached to touch it, and it jumped and grew until the knob was exposed at the top of his swimsuit. I licked my fingers and touched the tip. His cock met my moisture with its own.
“Show it to me,” I demanded. He rolled the wet trunks over his hips, revealing his straining cock. He straddled my body then, offering it to my lips. It tasted like the salty sea as I licked it up and down, then sucked the juice from him. Finished, he rolled onto the sand beside me.
“I want you to come inside my pussy,” I said to the other fellow. He removed his swimsuit and then stripped me of my bottom. I opened to him and he slid inside me. We fucked to the sound of the surf, until he splashed me with his come. Collapsing on me in a gentle embrace, he rested his head on my chest, sliding my top from my breasts. Then both of them nursed at my nipples until we fell into a satisfied sleep. When I woke, they were both gone.
—R.H., Raleigh, North Carolina
Good Neighbor Policy
A while ago Margo, my next-door neighbor, stopped by to use my computer. It was late in the summer and she was a little damp from working in the garden and walking her dogs. When she stepped into my air-conditioned house I could see the hardening shapes of her nipples, and the way her shirt clung to her large breasts made my dick stiffen a little.
Margo is a widow in her early forties who had moved in next door a few months before. We were friendly, but not familiar. Though attractive, she had struck me as rather prim.
“May I use your computer?” she asked. “I just want to look something up.”
“Sure, go right ahead.” I took her into my bedroom, turned on the computer for her, and sat on the bed, watching her in her tight-fitting jeans as she sat down at the desk. She has a perfectly shaped ass and slender, beautiful legs.
When she finished she stretched a little, as though to uncramp her muscles, and I asked if she wanted a backrub. “Sure,” she said, and we sat on the bed together. I took off her shirt, and then, figuring I might as well go all the way, unhooked her bra. She made no objection as I pulled it off. Her breasts were beautiful and soft, white with large pink nipples.
She lay down on her front and I began to rub her neck and shoulders. Gradually my hands moved down her back, until my fingers slid under the waistband of her jeans. “That’s not my back,” she said, but she didn’t move. I went back to rubbing her shoulders, but she made no objection when my hands slid around to rub the sides of her breasts. She began to breathe more heavily, and I let my hands move down again, this time slipping under her to open the fastenings of her jeans. When I still met no resistance, I was able to tug the jeans down over her hips and off her legs, along with her panties.
I rubbed her butt and legs, spreading her knees apart so I could see her pussy. It was wet and pink and looked ready to be eaten, but right then her ass was closer and more convenient, so I stuck my tongue in her asshole, slipping it in and out. She moaned with pleasure and raised her hips. Now I could get my tongue down into her pussy. I licked it and sucked at it as she moaned and squirmed and finally rolled over. That’s when I really went to work, licking and sucking her pussy lips, swallowing every drop of cunt juice. When I got my tongue on her clit, she arched her body and went stiff. I slid a finger into her pussy and continued to mouth her clit until she came, pushing my head against her crotch and shouting, “Oh my God, oh, oh!”
Now it was my turn. I took off my pants and lay next to her. My cock was hard and sticking out and up at an angle. Margo didn’t hesitate. She took my cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around my hole to soak up the juices that were flowing out of me. Stroking my shaft, she put her head between my legs and licked my balls and my asshole, putting her tongue deep inside my anus, then licking and sucking my nuts, one at a time. But instead of sucking me off, she spread her legs and pulled me on top of her, guiding my hard-on into her pussy, moaning with pleasure as it spread her cunt walls apart and sank all the way inside her.
I pounded her pussy for twenty minutes, kissing and licking her neck as I drove my hard shaft up her hole. Then she turned over so I could fuck her doggie-style. Her pussy was wet and dripping and her asshole looked tasty, so I gave them both a lick and a kiss before driving my hard cock back into her cunt. I could feel myself getting ready to come now, but I waited until my frenzied fucking had Margo crying out in climax once again. Then I pulled out of her and
sprayed my hot white sperm all over her beautiful back and ass. She turned around and sucked the last drops of come out of my dick. Then we lay down next to each other and hugged.
“Well,” Margo panted. “I was thinking of buying a computer of my own, but what the hell, I can always come over and borrow yours, right?”
“Any time,” I told her.
—Name and address withheld
Fun on the Ferry
Commuting to work in the city can be a real drag. Just today, however, I had an experience that made me look forward to the daily grind.
I take a ferry across the river to the city and back, every day. During rush hours the boat is pretty crowded, with people packed really tight in the aisles. It may not be quite as crowded as subways are, but on certain days it comes pretty close. For the most part, the people are either unfriendly or indifferent to each other. But luckily I ran across someone who went out of her way to make the ride a pleasant one.
It was on the ride home, when everyone is in a hurry to get from the boat to their trains so they can have dinner and see their families. I was standing in the back of the boat and was sandwiched kind of tightly in between two people. At one point we hit a wave, and I bumped accidentally but firmly against the ass of the woman standing in front of me. When she turned around I began to apologize, but stopped short when we made eye contact. She had the most hypnotic eyes and the cutest smile I had ever seen.
Before I could resume my apology, she just smiled and said not to worry about it, then turned back around. I went back to staring out the window, watching the receding skyline of the city. Imagine my surprise when I suddenly felt a hand grabbing my crotch! I looked down to see the woman in front of me reaching back and massaging my dick through my pants. She didn’t turn around, and I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. I just stood there in amazement as my dick began to harden and I looked around to make sure that no one could see what was going on.
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