When the boat finally docked, I panicked. I now had a raging hard-on and there was no way I could hide it. As soon as the nearest seat emptied, I sat down to wait for the boat to clear and for my dick to soften a little so I could walk.
My mysterious friend, however, wasn’t leaving either. Instead, she sat down in the seat right across from me, looking me right in the eye and smiling. Then she pretended to be looking for something in her purse.
When the boat was nearly empty, I stood up to leave, not knowing what else to do. But the woman reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the seat beside her. “Wait,” she said, smiling at me. “Take the ride back to the city with me.”
With that she reached for my crotch again. But that time her hand went right for the zipper, pulling it down and fishing out my swollen cock. With no hesitation she bent down and took the whole thing in her mouth, right down to the base. I flung my head back and got ready to enjoy the ride.
She bobbed up and down on my happy stick for a couple of minutes and then backed off. I thought she was just coming up for some air, but I was surprised yet again when she stood up to face me, then straddled my lap, hiked up her skirt, and guided me straight into her pussy. She was obviously prepared for this sort of thing, as she wasn’t wearing any panties.
She rode me hard and fast, and just as the boat came into the dock I found myself coming inside her. As soon as I was spent, she simply climbed off me, grabbed her purse, and headed for the gangway.
When she approached the front of the boat, I heard one of the deckhands say, “Have a nice ride today, Joanie?” He then looked over at me and gave me a big, knowing wink and a smile. I hurriedly zipped up and tried to look as casual as possible, but it took me the whole ride back to recover.
I’m actually looking forward to the commute tomorrow, although I doubt if I will see Joanie again, or whether she’d recognize me if I did.
—Name and address withheld
After Hours
I love to look at the lights of the city at night, especially sitting in my office on the twenty-ninth floor. With my feet propped up on the windowsill, I was looking out of the window and listening to the low, sweet music coming from the radio. The small lamp on my desk cast a soft glow around the office. There was only one thing missing—a man.
But then, I could always fantasize, and I do it very well. So I kicked back in my chair, closed my eyes, and started thinking about Kenny, one of my coworkers. He was a little taller than me, with a slender build, dark hair, and dark eyes. He also had a tremendous sense of humor, and I had often wondered what it would be like to be in the sheets with him.
Thinking about that, I began to slide my hands over my body, getting into the mood. I was wearing a fairly thin shirt, and I began to rub my nipples with my fingernails. It doesn’t take much to get those babies rock-hard. One way to get me extremely horny is just to rub my nipples, and it’s all over but the climax! I was getting there and really getting into it, when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard a whisper in my ear: “Can I help you?”
I damn near fell out of my chair. Of all people to catch me, it was Kenny, the one I was fantasizing about!
“Kenny, what the hell are you doing here?” I said, more than a little flustered.
“I came up here to get some papers I left. I needed them for my meeting on Monday,” he said with a grin on his face. “But exactly what are you doing here, and by yourself? It looks like you need some company.”
I turned away and looked out the window, obviously embarrassed. But I said, “I come up here on the weekends to look out the windows at night, when I don’t have a date. That’s all.”
Kenny then turned my chair around, took my hands, and pulled me to my feet. I didn’t resist as he put his hand on my back and pulled me in close to him. I could smell his sexy cologne, and I felt his breath on my cheek as he whispered into my ear, “I saw you fantasizing about something, and those rock-hard nipples are telling me you need someone to take care of you right now.”
He was right. I put my arms around his neck and our lips fused together with intense passion. His tongue lightly grazed my lips and then slowly made its way into my mouth. His hands moved all over my back and then slid around to the front. His fingers slid over my breasts, then began to squeeze my nipples lightly. I was getting so turned on I was losing control, and I knew that if he kept doing that he was about to get the fuck of his life.
By this time my panties were soaked, and I was dying to get my jeans off pretty damn quick. But Kenny began at the top. He unbuttoned my shirt and slowly took it off. I looked at him to see if he approved of my tits, which are bigger than those of most women. The look on his face was one of definite approval.
“Oh, Christ,” I panted. “Take my bra off and suck those tits.”
“No problem.” He smiled. Then he undid my bra and slowly took it off. I pushed him down in my chair and bent over him, letting my tits sway against his mouth. Hungrily he began to suck on them and nibble at my nipples. I was in ecstasy. The man I had been dreaming of was sucking my tits and would soon be in my wet, hot pussy. After about five minutes, when I felt as though my nipples were going to explode, I stopped him.
“My turn,” I said. I then began to unbutton his shirt. With each button I opened I placed a wet, soft kiss on his chest, making a little circle with my tongue. I knelt down when I got to his belt buckle. I pulled it open, undid the button on his pants, and then took his zipper in my teeth and slowly pulled it down. Kenny groaned in anticipation of what was about to happen to him.
“Stand up,” I told him. I didn’t expect him to argue, and he didn’t. His pants slid to the floor. The bulge in his briefs was right in front of my face, and it seemed to be growing before my eyes. From the size of it I knew I was going to like what I was about to see. My hands went to his briefs and I pulled them down as slowly as I possibly could.
It was incredible. His dick was so big—hard and thick and ready for action. His balls were a nice size, too, just right to fit in my mouth.
“Oh, my, what a big dick you have! And a nice set of balls, too. I didn’t think you were this well endowed, mister. Do you mind if I play a little?”
“Oh, hell, do whatever you want!” Kenny said. He looked like he was about to explode. I do love the sight of a throbbing dick.
I began to lick the tip of it, then rolled my tongue around the head. I could taste the precome oozing out of it, and I knew that if he didn’t get into my pussy soon I was going to miss having his come inside me.
Still, I had to taste more of him. I took his whole dick in my mouth and started sucking lightly, and then harder. Kenny was holding on to my hair and moaning every time I sucked him. As I did so I massaged his balls. After a minute I released his dick and went down on those balls, flicking my tongue over them. Kenny was shaking, so I knew I better hurry. I then took each ball in my mouth, sucking it and rolling my tongue around it.
This was as much as Kenny could take. He pulled me up to my feet, then went down to his knees, unzipped my jeans, and pulled them off, taking my soaked panties with them. He then pushed my legs apart so he could put his tongue on my clit. When he started sucking my clit, it was my turn to shake. He then pulled me down to my knees and laid me back onto the floor, spreading my legs wide and pulling my knees up. I arched my back to give him better access to my drenched pussy. He licked and sucked and nibbled my clit, not neglecting to put his tongue up inside my squirming hole.
I couldn’t wait anymore. Now was the time to fuck him as hard as I could. I sat up and told him to lie down, then climbed on top of his body, guiding his dick to the opening of my hot, wet pussy. I could feel his pole throbbing against the tip of my clit. Very slowly, I slid my pussy down along the underside of his dick, making sure it would be nice and slick and wet when I took it inside me. I slid back up just as slowly, while Kenny sucked my nipples one by one into his warm, wet mouth. Now I was ready. I took the head of that dick inside my p
ussy, and Kenny groaned as I inched my way down the shaft, contracting my cunt muscles to squeeze him as much as I could. When I had taken all of him inside me, I slid back up and started pumping up and down.
Pretty soon I could feel myself getting close to climax, and it looked like Kenny was, too. But then he stopped me, saying, “I want to fuck you from behind.” I stood up and bent over my desk, letting my nipples touch the cold desktop, which made them even harder than they already were. Kenny spread my legs and slid his dick into my waiting pussy. I was so wet that I could feel my juices running down my thighs. Now Kenny was pumping my hot wet pussy from behind, and my tits were rubbing against the desk, and I was so hot and so horny that I knew I was going to come any second, and I knew that Kenny was, too.
“Oh, man, here it comes!” he gasped. He grabbed my ass and held on, coming as though he would never stop. I felt his dick throbbing and spurting inside me. Before he finished I pulled away, pushed him down on the floor, and started riding his still hard cock for all I was worth. I closed my eyes and saw white lights and shooting stars as I screamed out my orgasm.
We had been lying there on the floor for a few minutes when I heard a noise. I looked up and saw the night janitor standing in the doorway. I didn’t know how long he’d been there, but it must have been long enough for him to come, because he was just shoving his limp dick back into his pants. He just smiled and walked off very slowly. Actually, it didn’t bother me to know that he’d been watching. I was glad I could make one guy come inside me and get another guy off at the same time. It made it more exciting and erotic.
After that my relationship with Kenny continued to be very professional during office hours—but at night it was anything but!
—Y.W., Augusta, Georgia
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 whatever 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, which 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
Swingin’ in the Rain
Summer was nearing its end, and the leaves on the trees were beginning to change to their fall colors. A mild breeze caused the giant oaks to sway back and forth as a light rain glistened through the trees. The temperature was just right for a quiet walk along the trail that wound its way through the woods.
We walked for nearly an hour, my wife and I, until we came upon an old dilapidated wooden cabin that lay nestled in the woods. A small creek bubbled just outside the back door, and wild grass covered most of the property. The cabin appeared to have been deserted for quite some time, as evidenced by the broken windows and the wooden door that slapped against the frame.
The rain was becoming heavier, so Millie and I ventured inside. It was pretty cozy and warm, although messy, and would serve nicely as a place to rest for a bit. I managed to clear a spot in the middle of the room and pulled a blanket from my backpack. The floor creaked beneath our footsteps as we snooped around in the cabin. To our surprise, we found a few candles lying around, and placed them here and there, so that soon flickering candlelight was making shadows on the walls, adding to the coziness.
Being alone so deep in the woods does something for me, and the fact that my lovely and sexy wife was sitting beside me didn’t hurt. For a mother of two, she still looks like a vision of beauty. Her blonde hair and blue eyes were quite arousing in the half-light.
We sat silently for a while, listening to the rain pelting off the cabin roof. At one point I glanced toward her and saw that she had her eyes closed. I bent toward her and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, and she turned her head and met my lips with hers. Placing tiny little kisses on her lower lip, I reached to undo one of the straps of her jean overalls. Then my hand slowly slid beneath her T-shirt to caress her breasts through the material of her bra.
Millie must have approved of what I was doing, because her kissing became more involved now, and she reached up to pull off the other strap. I coaxed her gently back onto the blanket and lay down beside her. Her overalls were loose, and I was able to slide my hand down over her tummy to the cotton fabric of her now moist panties.
I gave her another kiss and began a gentle motion with my forefinger over her clitoris through the material of her panties. She was breathing more heavily now, her eyes still closed and a contented look on her face.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, we heard what sounded like footsteps coming across the front porch of the cabin. The door creaked slightly as it was opened from the outside, and the figure of a man stood in the doorway. Millie immediately sat up, hastily trying to cover herself a bit.
The stranger had dark hair and a two-day beard, but his manner was easy and reassuring. Telli
ng us not to be alarmed, he explained that he was a park ranger, and he, too, had decided to get out of the rain. He said he often stopped at this cabin to rest as he walked through the woods on his weekly rounds. He appeared to be a bit embarrassed about surprising us as he did; it must have been pretty obvious where Millie and I were headed when he came in.
Somewhat to my surprise, Millie then invited the ranger to have a seat with us on the blanket. I couldn’t help wondering whether this was simple politeness on her part, or if she was so aroused that she was feeling adventurous. I soon found out. As she lay back on the blanket again, my wife’s T-shirt slid up over her belly, partly exposing the material of her bra. When I moved to tug it down a bit, Millie stopped me. She then closed her eyes and hiked the shirt all the way up, fully revealing her bulging brassiere. Then, with a quick motion, she unhooked the front clasp of the bra, letting her breasts spill out.
Millie’s breasts are actually not that large, but to me they are just the right size. Our newfound friend stared at them, but didn’t make a move. I reached out a hand to touch one of her tits, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger as I gave her another kiss for reassurance. When the ranger still didn’t move, Millie opened her eyes momentarily and smiled at him, then closed her eyes again.
The ranger finally took this as an invitation and began to undress her, sliding her shoes from her feet, then tugging her overalls down her legs and setting them aside. Her white panties almost glowed in the candlelight. My mouth trailed from my spouse’s lips down to her now-erect nipples. I tugged gently at each one as she reached to unsnap my blue jeans, unzipping them and reaching for my swollen member. Our guest now hopped to his feet and opened his trousers, then began to do what was almost a slow striptease as my wife watched him. After removing his boxer shorts he grasped his cock and pulled on it a couple of times as he stared into Millie’s eyes.
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