We’re walking along the beach as the sun gets ready to set. Now the clouds take on that first bit of orange tinge that denotes the start of sunset.
Our hands touch “by accident”—once, twice, three times—as we walk by the water’s edge. On the next touch, we intertwine our fingers and let the closeness stay. As the sun starts to touch the horizon, the sky suddenly looks bluer than it did a moment ago, and the clouds now take on yellows and oranges that soften even the hardest heart.
Our hands clasp more firmly now, and our bodies touch lightly as we walk. Each of us feels a heat start to rise inside us. The feeling is really special.
We stop and move back a few yards from the water’s edge, to sit in the soft sand and just enjoy the serene beauty of nature, watching it change by the instant. The sun sinks more rapidly now, its topmost edge closing toward the juncture of sea and sky, and still-new colors shoot through the clouds—brilliant reds, lavenders, oranges and more.
We look at each other in the enjoyment of it, and our eyes lock, unable to move. Our faces move closer, as if out of our conscious control, and our lips touch for the first time. The feeling is almost indescribably good as our lips seek each other, very softly at first, then with slowly growing intensity.
Our arms go around each other, and we roll on our sides in the sand, kissing deeply, our bodies pressing against each other with our mounting passion. As my lips graze your nipple, I hear your breathing quicken.
My hands slide slowly down your back, and you pull my face against your breast. You moan as my teeth capture your nipple. My hands slide around your gorgeous ass cheeks and pull you yet closer. I allow one of my fingers to slide in between your cheeks and just lightly tease your anus.
I feel your hands on my head, pressing me gently downward as you spread your legs a little. My tongue traces that wonderfully sensitive curve beneath your breasts, before starting the slow, inexorable slide toward the source of your heat and the womanly scent that I smell now from you.
My God, you’re getting me hot!
As my tongue explores your navel, and I pepper your stomach with kisses and nibbles, the fingers of one hand slide to the edge of your moist cunt lips and start to trace the outline slowly, feeling your wetness, then sliding just between the edge of your lips and up to the hood, to give your highly sensitive clit a quick tease—a taste of that which is to come.
The movement of your body tells me that I’m taking the right path. For my only desire is to give you the most pleasure possible and in so doing to drive my own pleasure all the higher.
I can’t wait anymore. The scent of your pussy is too sweet to resist, and my lips descend slowly over it. The tip of my tongue dips briefly between the lips to savor your nectar. Then it slides fully inside you before withdrawing to a kiss.
My penis is hard as a rock and standing ready to inflict pleasure, throbbing like mad. You start to guide my body around, in order that your mouth may seek my raging cock. Just the thought of what you will feel like as your lips start to engulf me has me almost on fire with desire.
Your hands grab my cock and begin sliding along its length, squeezing it gently as it nears your waiting mouth. I slide two fingers in your now-very-wet pussy so I can watch you as your tongue licks the head of my cock, then slides around the shaft to the base and back. I love to watch the head start to disappear between your luscious lips, and to see that playful smile on your face.
Then I bury my head -between your thighs and try to send you straight to heaven. My head is spinning with the amazing feeling of you as you slide up and down on me—seeing your breasts move with the rhythm, the nipples hard, and seeing the look on your face as you approach climax.
As you lean down and kiss me fiercely, my arms around your back hold you as close to me as possible. I love feeling your warmth, the softness of your skin, and smelling the scent of your hair as it falls around my face.
I know you’re very close when you start rocking, grinding your pelvis against mine, and your muscles start to tense, and your tongue is more frenzied on my lips and tongue. How I love it when you come! I love feeling your hips shudder and your pussy contract on my cock, and feeling every inch of you pressing against me like we are one in this instant.
Your excitement pushes me to the edge and beyond, and I explode deep inside you. For an instant I lose all awareness of having a body, and all is just an incredible white light and heat.
As soon as I’ve finished, I take your hips in my hands and guide you up my body to straddle my face. I see the glistening of our mingled juices starting to ooze from the lips of your pussy, and my tongue darts up to capture it, sliding just inside those lips, in the spot that makes you moan so softly sometimes.
You press down against my face, and my tongue slides slowly all the way inside you, tasting us. You rub your clit against my nose, looking down at me with that beautiful smile of passion which makes me melt every time.
Seeing our come on my lips and face and tongue sets you racing toward another orgasm. Your hips buck against my mouth, and my tongue is now in a frenzy against your clit. I feel your ass cheeks tighten, and I squeeze them gently as you explode once more, even more passionately than the last time.
Slowly, you relax, as the waves gradually subside, and gradually you slide off of me, then lie close to me. We kiss eagerly yet gently, and stare in each other’s eyes, registering the pleasure we have unleashed between us.—L.R., Newport Beach, California
My husband, who is in the military, was able to obtain a two-week leave last month. On our last night together we did everything possible to make the most of our last precious hours.
Resolving ourselves to the fact that this was our last night, we drank wine as we spread out on a blanket outdoors, watching the sunset. Oranges, yellows, reds and pinks were now barely visible over the horizon.
We feasted on strawberries dipped in chocolate along with an assortment of fine cheeses and delicate cakes. I rested my head on Martin’s shoulder, and we talked on about nothing of importance.
As the sky darkened into night, stars began to appear. “Okay, hon,” he said, looking up. “Let’s see if you can find the Big Dipper.”
I looked up and studied the heavens intently. A few minutes later he said, “Did you find it yet?”
Pointing to the skies, I said, “Is that it?”
His laughter filled the night. “Do you want me to point it out?” he said.
“No!” I said. “I’ll find it.”
He rolled over onto his right side and supported his weight on one arm. “Did you know that brown is my favorite color?” he said.
“No, I didn’t,” I said.
“Well, it is,” he replied. “Know why?”
“No,” I said. “I’ve read that brown usually represents the earth. But Freud said the color was a symbol of an anal fixation.”
“Beth!” he said between fits of laughter.
“That’s not it?” I said.
“I was trying to be romantic,” he said. “It’s my favorite color because of your eyes, you brat.”
“I know that, darling,” I said. “I was just teasing you.”
“Anal fixation, huh?” he said, though it sounded as much like a thought as a question. “That could be correct as well.” His brows rose. “That has been a fantasy of mine.”
“Really?” I said.
His hand traced my inner thigh, moving slowly upward between my legs. The sundress I was wearing allowed him easy access to my silk panties. I felt the familiar ache building as his fingers made circular motions where my clit lay beneath the soft fabric. I drew my thighs together to hold his hand tightly between my legs. He pulled my panties aside and let a finger explore my warm wetness.
His body pressed closer to mine, and I felt the hardness of his cock through his cotton shorts. His lips found mine, and soon his tongue found mine in a sensual kiss that left no doubt how much he wanted this. I took special notice now when his finger found my anus and lingered at the tight opening to that area which had never been explored intimately.
He moaned and rubbed his crotch against my thigh. “Beth?” he said, making a question of my name.
“Yes, I want to,” I said.
We rose to undress, watching each other with passion-filled eyes. I was nervous but wanted to please Martin any way he wanted. As his eyes traveled over my body, I felt my inhibitions melt. I knelt before him and guided his cock between my moist lips. His hips thrust forward at the contact. I ran my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip and flicked it over the head, savoring every drop of precome.
“Stop!” he groaned.
I licked the head once more before stopping. He pulled me with him as we fell to the blanket, with half of his body covering mine. He drew one nipple in his mouth and teased the peak to agonizing hardness. His teeth raked gently over the tip. Then he administered the same regimen of sweet torment to the other nipple.
I took hold of his cock and stroked it. It grew thicker and harder as I worked the head between my small fingers. He moved his body over mine and used his thighs to spread mine farther apart till he was lying within them. His cockhead slid up and down my clit.
My ass wiggled in anticipation, awaiting the feeling of his cock deep inside me. His thumb and forefinger rubbed my clit as he entered me slowly. I arched my back and gasped as his cock filled me. I met his upward thrusts with vigor. My inner thighs twitched rhythmically, hungry for each stroke of his cock.
“Not yet,” he said.
My body stiffened, trying to hold back the wave of heat washing over me. Martin removed his cock and lifted my legs over his shoulders. Then he guided his cock to the tight area I now knew he had been fantasizing about. My legs trembled in apprehension.
“Are you sure?” he said.
I nodded, unable to talk. I gasped as his cockhead spread the tender flesh. He hesitated. His eyes asked if it was all right to proceed, and I nodded once more.
I don’t recall the precise sequence, but eventually the sensations Martin was creating turned to exquisite delight. As his deft fingers caressed my clit, my body responded with urgency. My hips thrust against his hand and cock, lustfully craving every inch of him.
His cock increased rapidly in speed and urgency, and each time he lifted my ass in order to draw even farther onto his powerful cock. And with each stroke of his cock, my nerve endings screamed.
“Ohmygod, Martin,” a voice that no longer sounded like my own gasped.
“Come, baby!” he said.
No further coaxing was needed. I was thrown upon a tidal wave of lustful delight. Martin’s body tensed as he cried out in climax.
“Are you all right?” he said. “I didn’t hurt you, did I, darling?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “If you did, it was a delicious hurt.” I kissed his brow before laying my head on his chest, where I felt the fast beating of his heart.
“Ooh, sex slave, eh?” he teased.
“Forever, darling.” I said.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you too,” I said, holding back the tears.
We lay awake the rest of the night, talking and making love, afraid of wasting any of the precious time we had left together on sleep. Dawn was just hours away, and then once again Martin would be gone.—N.T., Albuquerque, New Mexico
Last summer, while some relatives took our kids for a trip, my wife and I had a few nights out on the town. It was great not having to find a babysitter or having to be quiet while we made love. We did it wherever and whenever we liked—on the couch, on the floor, on the stove, wherever we were!
For our first night out, I made all the plans, including having us take a cab so we wouldn’t have to worry about driving. After enjoying a fine dinner, we hung out in a really nice jazz club.
The following night Annie made all the plans. While I waited in the living room for her to finish dressing, I called back to the bedroom to ask if I should find a cab headed our way.
“I’ve taken care of it,” she shouted back to me. I walked back to find out exactly what that meant. “Don’t worry,” she teased. “You just get ready to have fun. I’ve made naughty plans.”
The wheels in my mind spun with excitement. Just what had she planned? She does have a very naughty and sexy side, which comes out once in a while. The possibilities were endless!
In the bedroom I sat and admired her naked body while she did her make-up and hair. Her ass seemed to scream out, “Pinch me!” I couldn’t help myself, and reached for her tits.
Annie closed her eyes and leaned into my hands. I teased her nipples by rolling my fingers over them and giving them a light tug. She pulled away, stretching the nipples while letting out a little grunt. Then she strutted away to the closet, and I went back to the living room and waited for her there.
Ten minutes later the doorbell rang. At the door was a hot redheaded vixen in a sexy chauffeur’s uniform, with a skintight top and a really short miniskirt. Over her shoulder I saw a black stretch limo.
“I guess you’re our ride,” I said to the uniformed vixen.
“Yes, sir,” she said, “I’m Maureen, and I’m at your service—for the next four hours anyway.”
Annie came prancing around from the hallway, and she looked hot. She had on a beautiful silk top that came off her shoulder and also a plunging front. Her cleavage just popped out at you. And she had on my favorite miniskirt. It’s barely a skirt, just enough fabric to cover her ass. She almost ran out the door toward the limo.
Maureen walked behind her and opened the rear door. Annie jumped in, and I joined her. “So where are we going?” I said.
“You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?” she replied in a teasing voice, kissing me while rubbing her hand on my chest. I sniffed the sweet vanilla perfume she wears sometimes. The scent can send me into a fit of horniness. I snuggled up to her and inhaled it, and got incredibly turned on. I just knew she wasn’t wearing panties. She knows it drives me nuts, knowing that there’s nothing down there to obstruct my path to paradise.
I spread Annie’s knees and ran my hand over her smoothness, confirming my intuition that there was nothing there to stop me. Her pussy was already wet, and a finger of mine found its way in her love canal. I let it go way far in, until her hips moved forward to invite more pleasure.
I let more fingers penetrate her, then pressed my palm to her clit. We were lip-locked, our tongues running wildly in each other’s mouths. As I pleasured her with my hand, my cock was pressed against her leg. I finger-fucked her all the way until the limo stopped and the door opened.
Maureen, finding us in the midst of this heavy foreplay, cleared her throat, and we looked up at her from our teenage necking session. “We’re at our first destination,” she said. “What time would you like me to be back?” As she spoke, she lifted her foot onto the limo floor, exposing her trimmed snatch to us.
“I’ll call you,” Annie said. “I have your cell number.” We rubbed up against Maureen as we climbed out.
We were at a restaurant known for its scantily clad waitresses. Dinner was great. We had a few drinks and a great meal. Often I just stared at Annie’s tits hanging there as she leaned over the table. We had a few more drinks. We were more than a tad tipsy when Maureen picked us up.
“Next stop, Maureen,” Annie said as we stumbled into the limo. To me she said, “You’re gonna love this. I’ve been practicing for it for weeks.” She giggled as she opened a bottle of well-chilled champagne, and we played with each other while we killed the bottle.
About 15 minutes later the limo came to a stop, and Maureen opened the door. “Here we are, folks,” she announced enthusiastically. “Stop number two!”
I got out and realized that we were at a high-end strip club that was known to cater to couples. Wow, I thought, what the fuck is Annie up to? We strolled into the club and sat in a booth. There were several strippers doing table dances and two onstage near a brass pole.
We watched the dancers for a while. Then Annie said, “I’ll be back,” and headed off toward the rest rooms. Like I said, it was a high-end joint, and the drinks were very expensive, but you get what you pay for! It was taking Annie an abnormally long time to get back, but the music was good and the scenery wasn’t bad either.
One of my favorite songs came over the speakers, “Hot for Teacher.” It’s a real fun song—old-school Van Halen—and it always gets me going. Then the DJ said over the public-address system: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like you all to focus on the center stage. For her debut, her very first time, let’s hear it for Annie!”
My head snapped up! I watched my lover strut onstage and spin around on the pole. No way, I thought. This can’t be. I did mention to her a few months back that I would like to see her strip, but holy shit! I got unbelievably excited seeing her up there onstage. I shot out of the booth and hustled down to the front row to get a better view.
Annie had on this gray cardigan and a black-and-green plaid skirt, with black garters and stockings and black high heels. She went as far as to put her hair up in a bun and put on fake glasses! If she had been my teacher, I never would have been able to get any work done. She was a high school guy’s wet dream!
She let her hair down and spun it around, then unbuttoned her sweater slowly, exposing her breasts for all to see. I was hooting and hollering along with several other men in the place. She had a really sexy look on her face, and I wanted her really bad. She looked right at me and ran her fingers over her nipples, then unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. There was so much bumping and grinding, I almost lost my wad then and there.
Annie got right in front of me again and lay on her back. She arched her back, lifting her ass so she could remove her G-string. Her wet pussy glistened in the stage lighting. She grabbed her knees and spread her wetness for us.
The lady next to me held out a five-dollar bill. Annie crawled over and let her place it in her garter. This set a trend among the audience, and now money was waved at her. As the song wound down, she twirled around the pole and came to the floor in splits. The crowd roared with amazement and delight, and we clapped even more when the song ended. A few of us gave a standing ovation.
As Annie walked off and back toward the dressing rooms, the woman next to me ran up to her and whispered in her ear. Annie nodded her head. The woman and the man she was with went into a booth.
Annie walked over to me and climbed on my lap, saying, “Did you enjoy that?”
“Oh yeah,” I said. “And then some!”
“I have to tell you, that couple over there has asked me to do a table dance for them,” she whispered. “Is that okay with you?”
“I won’t keep you from your fans,” I said. “Go bring home the bacon, baby.”
She strutted over to their booth, climbed up on the table and did a few songs for them. They made out while she placed her body close to them. She let them have a private show, pulling her top aside so they could see her nipples. Then in a daring move she pulled her panties aside, exposing her lips. The woman reached out and rubbed her clit.
Annie climbed off the table, took a clutch of cash from the couple and strutted back to where I was sitting. “Ready to go?” she said as she climbed back on my lap.
“Where to now?” I said.
“Somewhere I can fuck your brains out,” she said.
Well, far be it from me to delay that! We scooted out to our limo and climbed in.
Maureen asked, “Have a good time in there?”
“A good time?” Annie said. “How about a great time?” She handed Maureen a hundred-dollar bill, one of five in her hand.
“Where did you get that?” I asked.
“That nice couple gave it to me for dancing for them,” she said nonchalantly. “Next stop, please, Maureen.”
The door closed, and off we went. Where to, I had no idea. Then the limo came to a stop and the door opened again. No words were spoken as Annie pulled me out of the vehicle. We were on top of a parking structure that was empty. She spun me around and attacked me! My clothing was off before I could say anything!
She wrapped her lips around my swollen cock and sucked me until I was moaning. I heard a click and saw a flash. When my eyes recovered from the light, I saw Maureen standing there with a camera in her hand. There were more flashes, and Annie became more aggressive in her oral pleasuring of me.
She stood up, and her clothes fell to the floor. I picked her up and set her on the trunk. She knew what was coming, and spread her legs. I placed my mouth over her pussy and began to lick her. When she started moaning, I knew she was close. Her excitement had been building up all night, and now she was going to blow like Mount Vesuvius. She trembled, and waves of pleasure flowed through her. Her pussy gushed and made my face glow.
I moved into place and laid my cock against her lips. As I plunged in her, I saw more flashing. Maureen was recording our passion! This seemed to really turn Annie on, and she moaned even louder. I thrust in her as hard and fast as I could. We were both moaning loudly, and I knew we were both close.
I felt it start with me. All of the blood in my head seemed to rush out and into my cock. As I released my load in Annie, she dug her nails in my back. I drove farther in her. She reached up and grabbed my nipples. I loved it! My whole body was shaking.
We paused for a moment, then fell into a deep kiss. When we heard a car coming, we gathered up our stuff quickly and jumped naked into the limo.
“Having fun yet?” Annie said, giggling.
“Fun?” I said. “Oh yeah, I had fun. How long have you been planning this?”
“Oh, about a month,” she said. “And was it ever worth it! I think I may have had more fun than you did.”
“Maybe,” I said, “but it’s a close call!” And we fell into another long kiss—two old lovers who were remembering how to have fun!—R.T., Omaha, Nebraska
I am a happily married man living in a small Northeastern city. I work for a plumbing company, going out on emergency calls, making repairs and so on. Last Saturday, upon answering one of these calls, I found myself at a small house in a quiet neighborhood where I was greeted by a lovely red-headed housewife, dressed in only a white robe and slippers, who introduced herself to me as Gloria.
Gloria looked to be in her mid-30s, about five feet seven and in very good shape, from what I could see. She took me down to the basement laundry room, where she pointed out a damp spot on the unfinished ceiling. While doing so, she rose up on her toes, causing the robe to pull up and fully exposing her long legs and thong-covered bottom.
“See, right there, where it’s all wet?” she asked.
“Oh yeah,” I replied. “l can see exactly what you—er, it—needs.” I could feel my cock growing in my shorts as I gazed at the smooth globes of her very shapely ass. I told her I was pretty sure the problem was with her kitchen sink, which was directly above us, and said I’d better take a look at it. Gloria said there was a lot of stuff stored under the sink, which she would clean out for me. I followed her back up the stairs, staring at her swaying behind. I then excused myself and went out to the truck to get my tool box, and also to try to regain my composure.
When I returned I found her cleaning out the area under the sink on her hands and knees, giving me another good look at her behind. Then, just to make things especially my cock harder, she turned and the lapels of her robe gaped open, giving me a great view of her braless tits before she stood up. I wasn’t sure at the time just what kind of game she was playing, but if getting me turned on was part of it, she was certainly doing a hell of a job.
She then excused herself and left the room as I busied myself under the sink. Before long I had to roll over on my back, with my head in the cabinet, to tighten a loose pipe. Moments later I heard her enter the room and ask if the problem was going to be hard to fix.
“No,” I said. “Not hard at all, and it shouldn’t take long.”
“Mmm,” she replied. “Well, something is certainly hard and long.” I raised my head and looked out from beneath the sink just in time to see her get on her knees in front of me. She then proceeded to release my thick eight-inch dick from my thin work shorts. Grasping the shaft in both hands, she closed her mouth around the head. Before long she moved her hands down to my aching balls, fondling them as she took my cock in deeper and deeper. I lay there in ecstasy as she deep-throated me, working her lovely mouth up and down my tool. After several minutes had passed I told her I was going to come, but instead of releasing me she kept right on sucking until I filled her mouth with my juice.
Gloria swallowed every drop of my come, then licked her lips, moved back a bit and slipped off her robe. She must have removed her thong when she left the kitchen, for I was now looking directly at her smooth-shaven crotch. She told me to slide down a bit, which I did, as she turned around and sat down on my face. I licked and sucked at her pink slit and her clit as she leaned down and again closed her mouth around my stiff cock. After a few minutes she stopped sucking and threw her head back as she had a breathy, squirming orgasm on my tongue.
When her climax subsided she turned around once more and squatted over my dick, taking it in her hand and guiding it to her pussy. In her very aroused state it didn’t take her long to get me completely inside her, and to start to ride me like a woman possessed. As she bounced up and down on my shaft I reached up to fondle her swaying C-cups and gumdrop nipples, causing her to moan loudly. My tweaking of her pink buttons seemed to spur her on, and she ground herself on me for quite a while before rolling off onto the kitchen floor, lying on her back with legs spread wide.
“Get on top of me and fuck me NOW!” she exclaimed. I positioned myself between her shapely thighs and, with one swift thrust, sank my cock to the hilt in her very wet box. I screwed her slowly and deeply at first, occasionally leaning over to suck and tongue her now red nipples, which elicited more moans of excitement from her.
“Are all plumbers as good at laying pipe as you are?” she panted as she thrust back at me.
“It’s all part of the business, ma’am,” I replied.
Soon her breathing became ragged and she wrapped her legs around my back, pulling me still deeper into her squirming pussy. “Oh God yes!” she moaned. “Come with me now!”
I responded by pumping into her as hard and fast as I could for the next few minutes, until I unleashed my second load of the morning deep inside her. When I came it set her off too, and she orgasmed right along with me, arching her back, and moaning loudly.
I collapsed on top of her then, and we both began to laugh. Because you see, Gloria is actually my hot little wife! And now you know why I am, and will remain, a happily married man.—R.B., Hazleton, Pennsylvania
The first time I saw my wife she was on her back, naked, while my best friend Jake was between her legs, banging the hell out of her. There was no way I could have known then that the girl twisting beneath him, raising her hips to meet his thrusting cock and begging him to fuck her harder, would one day be my wife.
Jake and I had been best friends and rivals all our lives—attending the same high school and university, even pledging the same fraternity. We were always competing against each other, both academically and in sports. Whatever one of us did,the other had to do it better. Whatever one of us had, the other wanted it too.
Midway through our junior year in college, a nearby sorority invited our fraternity to join them in celebrating the end of midterm exams. The sorority house was packed with girls and with kegs of beer. It was almost a dream come true.
Sometime in the wee hours, as the party was winding down, I figured it was time to leave, and I went to find Jake. After checking all the rooms downstairs I ventured up to the second floor, where the bedrooms were located. As I walked quietly down the hallway I saw that one of the bedroom doors was slightly open, and I heard what sounded like Jake’s voice.
I looked in. With only a sliver of light from the partially open door to illuminate the room, it took several seconds for my eyes to adjust. When they did I saw Jake in action. He’d always bragged about how good he was in the sack, and now I saw it firsthand.
I didn’t recognize the girl. She was blonde and, as far as I could tell, pretty, though her face was twisted with passion. At one point she looked over at me, but I wasn’t sure if she really saw me standing there in the doorway. I quickly turned and left, then made my way back to the fraternity house.
The next day Jake told me that the girl’s name was Nora, and from then on the two of them were inseparable. The first time he introduced us, I thought she looked at me with a hint of recognition, but if she knew it had been me standing in the doorway that night, she didn’t say a word.
In the daylight she was even more beautiful than I remembered, and I soon came to feel that she had a certain inner beauty as well. Knowing me as well as he did, it didn’t take Jake long to sense my jealousy. He knew he had something I wanted and just as we had always done in the past when one of us had something the other wanted, he didn’t hesitate to rub it in.
I didn’t have to ask if he was still sleeping with her, because he always let me know, even sharing details I didn’t really want to hear. There was one weekend in particular when Jake took Nora to the beach. He returned bragging about how she had let him take pictures of her in the nude. I hoped it was just words, but when he handed me a stack of Polaroids, I knew it was true. Part of me didn’t want to look at them, but I couldn’t resist, just as Jake had figured. Sure enough, there she was, naked on the beach, posing in every conceivable position and smiling at the camera.
But then one day, just as quickly as their relationship had started, it was over. I never knew just why, but Jake soon found another conquest, and Nora was no longer part of our lives. At least not of his.
Our senior year had just started when I ran into Nora again. Although I hadn’t seen her in months, she had never been out of my mind. Nor, as it turned out, had I been out of hers. We began to meet just casually at first, but soon we both realized that things were getting really serious between us.
At first Nora seemed hesitant to hope for a future for us. She knew that Jake and I were roommates, and correctly assumed that I knew all the details of everything they had done, including the photos. I told her I didn’t care about that I was more interested in our future than her past, and after a while I asked her to be my wife. And she finally accepted.
It was not until a year or so after our wedding that Jake and I came to grips with the subject, although I had always known it was bound to happen. The two of us were sharing some beers in his kitchen when he pulled out a small box and placed it on the table. I didn’t have to open it to know what was inside.
I wasn’t sure if it was him or the beer doing the talking, but he confessed to me that he had never gotten over losing Nora. And just as I had been jealous of him before, he was jealous of me now. And yet, he said, he was happy for us too. In fact, he almost seemed to be apologizing to me for all the times he had slept with her. Had he know that one day Nora would be my wife, he said, he never would have done it. He ended by insisting that I take the box of photos.
Later that night I gave the box to Nora. When she opened it, tears filled her eyes. The pictures Jake had taken of her brought back the memories they shared.
For some reason we never threw out those photos. And some time later, when Jake came over for dinner, Nora brought them out. Just as Jake and I had to come to terms with the past in order to put it behind us, Nora needed to do the same thing.
When Jake saw the box, he couldn’t believe we still had the pictures. It was Nora who opened the box. “I know we’ve all seen these,” Nora said. “We all remember the relationship that Jake and I had, and what we did together. It’s always in the air, but we have never talked about it together. Well, we’re going to tonight.”
Sitting between Jake and me at the table, Nora then took out all the photographs and slowly went through them while we watched. They were a few years old then, but still as clear as the day he took them. And there was my wife, stark naked, posing erotically and smiling for the camera.
Nora dispelled the somewhat embarrassed silence by talking lightly and matter-of-factly about the day Jake had taken the pictures, kidding him about how long he had pleaded with her to do it before she had agreed. Jake replied in the same spirit, reminding her that she had been the one who had come up with most of the poses, especially the sexier ones. Soon we were all laughing and reminiscing freely about the times we had had. By the time we finished we had all said everything we had kept unsaid over the years, and we all felt a renewed bond of friendship and love.
It may seem strange that I should have as my best friend a man who has slept with my wife so many times. But as much as we coveted each other’s possessions in the past, we now have a more mature outlook, and are each able to accept and appreciate the situation as it was and is. Though of course traces of our old rivalry still peek through now and then. Occasionally Jake will remind me he was the first man who ever slept with Nora but then I remind him that I am the one who will be sleeping with her for the rest of our lives.—L.B., Austin, Texas
It’s been said that the mind is the most powerful erogenous zone. This is certainly true in the case of my wife, Carrie she can be incredibly sensual and wickedly uninhibited when she gets into the right mood.
In politics and social outlook Carrie tends to be very conservative. Get her in a sexy mood, however, and she’ll go to any lengths to tease and arouse me. If we are going out she will often wear a garter belt, a push-up bra and the sexiest of panties under her conservative outer garments, and if we’re staying at home her sexy lingerie will be complemented by the most blatantly revealing outfits. She has even customized several of her bras so that they reveal a lot more cleavage than they were designed to do. In addition, she is always willing to experiment with things like nipple jewelry, anal sex, mild bondage and shaving her beautiful pussy.
One evening last week I arrived home to find Carrie fixing dinner. She was wearing a short skirt and three-inch heels, rather than her normal dinner-fixing outfit of jeans and a T-shirt, so I knew she must be in a sexy mood. Her legs looked great that way, shaped by the heels and exposed by the skirt, and as I got closer I saw that her top was a see-through blouse that she’d recently bought for at-home use. Beneath the blouse a strapless push-up bra offered her breasts up blatantly for my lust. The blouse was partially unbuttoned, showing lots of cleavage and her beautiful mounds looked like they were going to spill out of the bra any minute—exactly the look I love.
“Damn, your breasts look fantastic!” I said. “I can’t wait to bury my face in between them.”
“I thought you’d like them,” Carrie replied, grinning. She then added, “What you can’t see are the hard nipples I prepared for you. As you can see, they’re barely covered by the bra. I tried to expose them, but my breasts fell out completely, so you’ll have to wait until later to see them.”
“Not too long, I hope,” I said. “What do you mean by ‘prepared them?’”
“Before you came home I played with them to get them hard,” Carrie said. “And then I put those adjustable loops on them that we bought last month.”
My cock was growing as I visualized Carrie’s fingers rolling and pinching those nipples to get them hard for me. It reached full hardness as I thought of those nipples being kept erect right now by the elastic loops under her bra. Carrie was hot, all right, and it was obviously going to be a very good evening.
Carrie went on, “I thought you could enjoy my cleavage while we had a glass of wine, and then maybe remove the bra to see how my nipples look through the blouse.” I told her that sounded great to me, and I quickly opened a bottle of wine and poured out two glasses. As I handed her one, Carrie smiled. “Based on the bulge in your pants, I’d guess the thought of my nipples has your attention, even though you haven’t seen them yet.”
“Damn right,” I said. We sat on the couch and kissed passionately between sips of wine.
Carrie then said, “My nipples are only going to be an appetizer though. I thought that after you played with my breasts for a while, with your hands and your mouth, you could then go down and feast on my pussy.” She was flushing a little as she spoke, both from excitement and from a kind of residual embarrassment at her own boldness. “I don’t know why, but I’ve been thinking about you going down on me all day, and I hope you won’t mind servicing my needs before dinner. I just want to lie back and have my husband pleasure me with his mouth.”
My cock was throbbing as I kissed her and told her I would love to do just that. Carrie’s breath was coming a little faster now. “As I guess you can figure out, I was pretty horny this afternoon,” she told me. “I had to resist the urge to bring myself off when I took my shower. Afterwards, when I started to get dressed, my pussy was so wet that my panties got instantly damp. It was then that I got the idea of getting my nipples hard for you. That whole process turned me on even more, so I started to rub myself through my panties—the black silk bikini ones that you like. I wouldn’t have stopped, except that the phone rang. It was my sister, and talking to her distracted me.”
Carrie told me all this because she knows how I love to hear about her touching herself, and it had the intended effect of making me even hornier than I’d been before. We kissed again, and I told her that she should have called me at work I would have come home early if I’d known the kind of mood she was in.
The bra came off even before we finished our wine. She insisted on keeping the blouse on at first, so that I could appreciate the effect of the nipples through the sheer cloth. Actually the blouse was a little more opaque than I’d expected, but the look and feel of those hard nipples through the thin fabric was still a huge turn-on for me, just as she’d planned. My hands were all over those great tits, and her nipples felt fantastic as my palms repeatedly passed over them. Carrie’s reactions to my caresses told me that those nipples were highly sensitized by the elastic loops, and her gasps and moans made my cock throb with empathy and with lust.
Within a few minutes the blouse was fully opened, and my fingers now toyed directly with her erect nipples. My hands fondled her breasts and my mouth soon followed, until Carrie was twisting on the sofa and my cock was straining against my pants. I then suggested that we adjourn to the bedroom so I could see just how wet her pussy was, and so that I could make it even wetter.
Once we got to the bedroom, Carrie’s skirt and all my clothes were on the floor in a few seconds. I stood behind her with my cock against her panty-clad ass, my hands reaching around to play with her tits and her hard nipples yet again. In due course my hands moved down, tracing their way over her stomach and her mound to the extremely damp crotch of her silk panties. My fingers rubbed the silk against her pussy lips, and then pressed the fabric between them, stroking the wet slit through the thin material as Carrie groaned.
It was now time to get past the teasing stage. I slid Carrie’s panties down her legs and guided her to the bed, laying her down on her back. She didn’t need to be told to spread her legs. She splayed them wide, her knees slightly bent. Her hands moved to caress her mound for a few seconds, her fingers tracing over her labia. I wasn’t sure if this movement was done instinctively for her own pleasure or deliberately for my benefit, but it didn’t matter. It was one of the most sensuous moments I’ve ever experienced in my life.
I positioned myself between my wife’s legs and lowered my mouth to her already swollen labia. Carrie groaned at the first touch of my lips, and her hands flew to my head. At first I thought I’d done something wrong, or that she was going to direct my actions, but her grip on my head was very light, more of a loving caress than anything else.
My lips and tongue explored Carrie’s pussy and clit, and the jerking and squirming of her hips and legs conveyed her pleasure, along with the wild sounds she made. She was obviously enjoying my ministrations, and giving her pleasure was heaven to me. After a few minutes I brought a finger into play. Carrie’s breathing grew shallow and her level of arousal escalated noticeably. When I penetrated her pussy with my finger, an intense orgasm suddenly overwhelmed her. Her whole body tensed, and she cried out with a high-pitched sound that I can’t really describe. I tried to hold my mouth where it was as her hips arched from the bed and twisted from side to side. I pressed two fingers inside her and held them in as deeply as possible, wanting to prolong her pleasure.
It took a few minutes for her to come down to earth. “Thank you, darling,” she whispered when she had recovered her breath. “I really needed that.”
“My pleasure,” I told her, and it was true.
Carrie kissed me. “I was planning to give you an unforgettable blowjob in return,” she murmured. “Or would you rather have my pussy now, and then see if I’m still in the mood to give you a blowjob after dinner.”
I was already moving between her legs. “As great as the blowjob sounds,” I told her, “I really can’t wait to fuck you any more. I need to pound into that sexy wet pussy of yours right now!”
And I was soon doing just that. Within a few dozen strokes my cock was erupting into my sexy wife, and happily I was able to make her come again as well.
After dinner we made love in a more serene way. Carrie’s lust had quieted down by then, so I didn’t get my blowjob. But I didn’t complain. There’s always next time.—S.L., Cleveland, Ohio
A trip to a Caribbean island—what could be more romantic? My boyfriend Bo and I were on our way for a week’s vacation. Never having been there, we were excited by the possibilities. Of course there are many ways to pass the time on a four-hour plane flight, but being in that romantic vacation mode, we asked for a blanket and passed the time with a little finger-fucking, which was rather easy, as I was wearing nothing under my short skirt. What a way to get the vacation started!
Bo’s first plan of action, after the plane landed, was to buy me a thong bikini. After that we headed for our room, which was right off the beach. Of course Bo wanted me to try out the bikini right away, and we decided that a trip to the hot tub was in order. Amazingly enough, the hotel hot tub was deserted, a circumstance that we were definitely in the mood to take advantage of.
I had never wanted a man as badly as I did that night. Which was fairly obvious to Bo, considering how wet I was when he slid his big cock into my very eager pussy. At that point it really wouldn’t have mattered if anyone had wanted to join us. But no one did.
After this relaxing interlude, we headed back up to our room. When we got into the elevator, a middle-aged couple got in with us. I hadn’t bothered to wear anything over my bikini, and I could see the guy staring at me, practically drooling as his eyes fixed on my overflowing bikini top. He just could not take his eyes off my boobs. This made Bo so hot that as soon as we got into the room we were fucking again.
The next day we acted on another of Bo’s priorities—finding out where the nude beach was. Once we found it we practically made it our regular hangout. When we weren’t just lying in the sun or body surfing, we were snorkeling—in the nude, of course. It was great fun checking out the sea life. Sea turtles, lots of colorful fish and even a few unsuspecting scuba divers got an eyeful when they saw us swimming overhead.
One day we decided to go for a romantic stroll, so we took a blanket and headed down the beach until we found a secluded spot. Bo laid me down on the blanket and kissed me, starting at my knees and licking a trail up to my sweet spot. He knows just how to lick and suck my clit until I just go crazy with passion. He had me so consumed with his loving that when he told me we weren’t alone anymore I breathlessly told him that I was glad of it. It had been one of his fantasies to have someone watch us in action, and now he could have his wish.
Whoever was watching us not only got an eyeful, but an earful as well. I used to think those stories about screaming orgasms were made up, but Bo had me screaming all right before he was through sucking me. After that he pulled out his big throbbing cock and slid it into my extremely wet pussy. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before our audience got an earful from him as well.
It was a vacation to remember.—Name and address withheld
I had been so nervous and excited, thinking about this moment for days, and now there I was, waiting at Emily’s front door, a single red rose in my hand. As she opened the door, my heart skipped a beat just from the sight of her. The beauty of the rose paled in comparison to the way she looked in her sexy black dress, black stockings and heels. As I handed her the flower I got chills from the feeling of her hand brushing against mine. She thanked me with a quick little kiss, and I took her hand and led her out to the limo that was waiting to take us to dinner.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her as we got inside and the car headed into the city. I got two champagne flutes from the bar and filled them both from the chilled bottle that was waiting there, making a toast to us, and to a wonderful evening together.
The dinner was incredible—the food, the conversation, the champagne and the beautiful sexy woman across the table from me, her big brown eyes sparkling in the candlelight. The meal was barely finished before I was asking her if she was ready to head back home. “Your house is conveniently empty for the evening, and I have plans for us, sweetheart,” I said.
She laughed at me as I scrambled out of the car almost before it had stopped in front of her house, aware of how excited I was to have her all to myself for the night. As she emerged from the limo I picked her up and carried her to her door, where I placed her gently back on the ground and proceeded to kiss her deeply. I nibbled gently on her upper lip, then continued to hold her close as she opened the door.
When we got inside I picked her up again and carried her to her room. She locked the door behind us just in case and turned to me with that look of lust in her eyes that I loved so much. I reached out, put my hand behind her head and pulled her mouth to mine. Holding her tightly, I kissed her passionately, my tongue circling hers, sucking it into my mouth.
When our mouths parted I proceeded to kiss her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids as I slowly unzipped her dress. When that was gone, I had to back away and just look at her in her stockings and garter belt and her sexy little panties. She hadn’t worn a bra—her breasts, though not small, stood up high and firm without one.
Leading her over to the bed, I took everything off it—pillows, comforter, top sheet—so that nothing would get in the way of our fun. I laid her down on her back in the middle of the bed and slowly started to take off the rest of her clothes. First the shoes, noticing her bright red toenails as they gleamed through her stockings. I brought her foot to my lips, kissing it, then reached up to undo the fastenings on the garter belt, gently rolling one stocking down her leg and off her foot. I put her bare big toe in my mouth as I felt her other foot massaging the bulge in my pants. I moved the bare foot down to replace it as I removed the other stocking just as I had the first one.
Moving over her now, I ran my hands up her legs, I quickly removed the garter belt, then took hold of her panties and slowly slid them down over her lovely thighs and calves. Once I had her naked, I had to stand back once again and just gaze on that body. God, I wanted her so badly!
As I unbuttoned and took off my shirt, she teased me a little by putting her hand between her legs, hiding her pretty pussy. She started to rub it a little as I undid my belt, opened my pants and let them drop to the floor. I saw her staring at the large bulge in my undershorts, and she slowly spread her legs, just a little. Quickly I rid myself of the shorts, getting even harder as I watched her move her hand in little circles on her pussy.
Standing there in front of her by the side of the bed, I slowly started to stroke my cock as she spread her pussy open for me, showing me her little pink clit. I loved to watch her play with herself. Taking a foot in my hands, I brought it to my lips and kissed her toes softly, running my thumbs up and down the length of the sole. I took her toes one by one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around each one, then moved my lips across the bottom of her foot, tracing the arch.
Slowly I kissed my way up the inside of her leg, still watching her rub her pussy, noticing how much wetter it was getting with each passing moment. Climbing onto the bed, between her legs, I kissed back and forth from one thigh to the other, moving up to her belly, circling her belly button with the tip of my tongue, then slowly moving downward, through her pussy hair to the top of her slit.
Careful not to touch her clit quite yet, I started licking up and down around the outside of her pussy lips, pushing her legs up in the air to expose her sweetness to my hungry mouth. Sensing that she couldn’t take much more of this, I placed my tongue between her lips and licked her long and slow, pushing my tongue inside her as far as I could. Emily ran her hands through my hair and let out a little moan as I traced the inside of her pussy lips with my tongue.
As she moaned with pleasure, squirming on the bed, I spread her pussy open with one hand and moved the tip of my tongue up to her clit, at the same time sliding my middle finger inside her, finding her G-spot with my fingertip as I teased her swollen clit with my tongue. Then I was flicking my tongue up and down, slowly at first, then as fast as I could, slipping another finger inside her.
After a few minutes of alternately licking and sucking on her clit, I sensed that she was about to come. I flicked my tongue over her clit as fast as it would go, at the same time working my fingers in and out of her pussy, while reaching up to pinch her nipples with my free hand. With a loud moan she squeezed my head tightly between her thighs, and I felt her body spasming as the waves of her orgasm rushed through her.
As she gradually relaxed, I pulled myself up on top of her so that I could kiss her sexy mouth, sucking at her tongue while rubbing my extremely stiff cock against her pussy. She tried to wrap her legs around me and pull me inside, but I resisted. Instead, I moved further up her body, straddling her with my cock between her beautiful, perfect breasts. She pushed her tits together, wrapping them around my cock as I began to stroke back and forth. Raising her head and opening her mouth, she took the head of my dick between her lips with each stroke. God, she looked so fantastic with my cock going in and out of her mouth. I tweaked her nipples with both hands as I continue to stroke back and forth.
When I felt myself getting close, I stopped and moved back between her legs. I rubbed the tip of my cock along the length of her pussy as she put her legs over my shoulders. Turning to kiss her ankle, I pushed my throbbing hard-on all the way inside her with one long, slow thrust.
For a moment I just stayed there, loving the look and the feel of her tight warm pussy wrapped around my cock. Then I began to move, watching her pink cunt lips clinging lovingly to my dick each time I backed out of her. I really enjoyed watching my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Soon I knew I couldn’t hold back any more. I grabbed her around the waist, pulling her harder onto my cock as I slammed into her. She reached down to rub her clit as she arched her back, ready to take my jism. I was fucking her faster and faster, harder and harder, and then with a final thrust I exploded deep inside her, pumping her full of my hot sticky come.
I was still coming inside her as I collapsed on top of her, kissing her and telling her how much I loved her.— C.N., Reno, Nevada
It started a couple of months ago, right after Freddy, my husband, left me alone with the kids to go play poker. He did that every Friday night, but this time I was feeling particularly needy, and was hoping he would seduce me before going out, or at least show some interest. Instead, he ignored my hints, wished me good luck with the kids and left.
Later that night, after the kids were finally in bed, I turned on the TV, but there was nothing I wanted to watch, so I decided to check my e-mail. It was there that I came upon the ad. Just another piece of spam, I thought, but before I could delete it the message suddenly caught my eye.
“Having problems in the marital bed?” it read. “I can help. Call Crystal.” And a phone number.
Well, Freddy and I were having problems in bed all right. He liked to jump into bed, fuck me quickly and finish quickly. Whereas I like to go slowly, working up my arousal and taking a long time. Sometimes, if I complained, Freddy would agree to go down on me for a while. This was fun, but it was always the same, and it still didn’t last long enough.
So now I sat there looking at this ad. I looked at it for a long time. Now I had never had lesbian desires or dreams, but the more I thought about the ad, and the more I thought about my husband at the poker game instead of with me, the more I wanted to call.
It took me three tries. First I called and hung up before the first ring. Then I called and hung up after the phone rang. Finally I called and let it ring. It rang and rang, and I was just about to give up when a sweet-sounding female voice said, “Hello?”
I was very nervous at first, but Crystal was reassuring and easy to talk to, and soon I found myself telling her all about my problems. When I finished she said she could definitely help. We set up an appointment for the following week, during Freddy’s poker game.
That day I sent the kids to my mother’s house for the night. I put on some nice music and some flirty clothes. I figured if they got Freddy interested in skipping the poker game, I would just call Crystal and cancel. However, he just said I looked pretty, gave me the usual peck on the cheek and left for the game.
I made myself a drink and waited for Crystal to arrive. When the doorbell rang I ran to answer it. Standing there was a very attractive woman in her mid-30s, about average height and build, with a nice waist, pretty tits and a pleasant smile. She looked like your average housewife, only prettier.
I let her in and we made small talk for a few minutes. She explained that she had once had a husband who didn’t satisfy her, and now she had dedicated herself to helping other women to save their marriages. She then explained what she would do. She would ask me questions, and we would talk about the answers I gave. Then she would determine the best way to solve my problems.
So that’s what we did. I made us some drinks and we talked for about an hour. Crystal kept asking me what I thought my husband really wanted, and I kept telling her that he just wanted to get off as quickly as possible. Crystal pointed out to me that maybe it wasn’t as simple as that. Men got excited faster than women, she said, but that wasn’t necessarily an insurmountable problem.
All of a sudden, Crystal said it was time for a bath. She took my hand and led me to the bathroom, where she set about drawing a nice bubble bath. I was all excited about taking a bath with another woman, and I was quite surprised when I found out that Crystal was not joining me. She explained that the bath was for me, and she would get things ready while I soaked. I didn’t know what she meant by that, but I didn’t ask. Once the bath was ready, Crystal very slowly undressed me and helped me into the tub.
As I lay in the tub I could hear Crystal walking around the bedroom, but I couldn’t figure out what she was doing. About an hour later she came in and helped dry me off. She then gave me a small box, told me to get dressed and left me in the bathroom.
I opened the box and took out a leather teddy, which turned out to have holes at the breasts and crotch, to leave them exposed. I was shocked. I had never worn anything like that, and would never have let my husband buy me something like that either. But as I looked at myself in the mirror the shock wore off a bit, and finally I took a deep breath and went out into the bedroom.
There I received another shock. Crystal was reclining against some pillows which she had propped at the head of the bed. But the shocking part was that she had attached leather cuffs to the headboard.
With a smile she motioned me over and patted the bed, inviting me to sit down. As I did, she started explaining things. Men were visual, she told me, but women were sensual. So while an outfit such as the one I had on would get most men in the mood immediately, women needed time to think about it. The trick, she said, was for each person to be able to satisfy his or her desires while at the same time being considerate of the other’s needs.
Crystal then had me lie down on the bed. She took my hand and put it in one of the cuffs, then did the same with my other hand. “Now here are the rules,” she told me. “You can be played with in any way that is fun, but there can be no actual fucking until you ask for it. That way your partner gets to play with you as much as you both want, you get your time to warm up and no one is in a hurry.”
At that point I heard the front door open and close.
“It’s my husband!” I whispered.
“I know” Crystal said.
I was stunned.
“I contacted him the day after you called me,” Crystal continued. “I told him that I was going to have a surprise for him next week, and that he should make sure he was home a half hour after I called him. I called him while you were in the tub.”
As I stared at her, she went to the window, opened it and started climbing out. Before disappearing she smiled at me, winked and said, “Remember the rules!” And she was gone.
At that point my husband opened the door and just stared at me with his mouth open. I knew I was blushing, but I managed to get it out. “Okay, here are the rules,” I told him. “You can play with me any way you like, as long as you don’t enter me until I ask you to.”
Freddy just grinned, came over to the bed, gave me a long kiss and started playing. And he just kept playing until I was begging him to finish us off.
Now our sex life is very interesting. Freddy still goes to his poker game every Friday. I give him a sexy kiss goodbye. Then I take a long bath, change into the teddy and cuff myself to the headboard. When he comes home, we play our little game for a long, long time.
Thank you, Crystal.—J.S., Dearborn, Michigan
It was a hot September morning as I rushed around my dormitory, getting ready for an early-morning date I hadn’t expected.
The night before, Alex, an old lover who I hadn’t seen for several months, had called to say that he was in town on leave before the Navy shipped him out, and that he could not leave town without seeing me. I was thrilled. This was a guy I had fallen in love with, and made love with, but I could never get him to commit to me. Now, I thought, now maybe he had come to his senses, had realized that he needed me as much as I needed him. Maybe this would be the morning when he would finally say those magic words.
When he arrived at the dorm he was in his white uniform, looking more handsome than ever. All the girls in the dorm drooled as he walked in the door. They knew who he was there to see, and they envied me.
When I came down and saw him, my legs got a little weak. He looked so good, and I could feel my love for him taking over my body. We got into his car and he headed for the lovers’ lane we used to frequent. No one was there this time of day, so we knew we wouldn’t be disturbed
As soon as he hit the break he pulled me close to him and pressed his lips to mine, and I opened my mouth to accept his tongue. He massaged my breasts as we exchanged a deep passionate kiss.
I started to rub his dick through his pants, something I knew he loved. I could feel his cock getting harder and harder, and I undid his zipper as he unbuttoned my blouse. I reached in for his dick and brought it out, and its warmth sent a charge through me. He took off my bra and started to suck my tits as only he could do. He had a way of exploring my whole tit with his mouth, kissing and sucking till he drove me crazy.
He stopped for a moment to take off his uniform shirt, and I couldn’t wait to feel the warmth of his body against my bare chest. We climbed into the back seat, and within minutes my tits were rubbing against his hard body. I heard myself moaning as we caressed each other all over. I rubbed his dick and gloried in the sensation of his hands on my body, on my firm nipples and my wet pussy.
Then he was moving on top of me, his thick hard cock probing at my entrance. I felt the head of it pushing my pussy lips open, and I cried out with pleasure as he slid deep inside me with one heavy thrust, and we were once again together as we had been meant to be. I loved making love with him, and I knew he felt the same. We had always been able to fuck all night, we were so passionate for each other.
He pumped at me with both deep and shallow thrusts, and I was in second heaven. I took his tongue into my mouth when he put his face close to mine, and we looked into each other’s eyes. Yes, this was the day I had been waiting for he was going to commit to his love for me. I felt his dick start to pulsate and I knew he was about to come. With a quick jerk he pulled his cock out and aimed it at my stomach, and I felt the hot stream of his come splashing against my flesh. Then we just lay there, holding each other close and enjoying the moment.
Now, I thought, now was the time when he would say those magic words. But then he was kissing me deeply again, laying me back down on the seat, starting up my fires again by sucking on my tits and finger-fucking me. It did not take long, and then he was deep inside my vagina, pumping and pounding as I moaned with pleasure at each thrust. He stayed in for a long time this time, pumping me hard as he kept his tongue in my mouth. He always said I could suck a tongue like nobody else, and it could turn on any man. He kept an even rhythm with his strokes, and it was driving me wild. I knew I was going to come, and I did, screaming and bucking. This got his prick pulsating again, and I knew what to expect. He pulled out and once again I felt his jism striking my body. Both of us were in ecstasy it had to be the best fuck we’d ever had.
Again I waited for the words again they didn’t come. It was during our third fuck of the morning that I realized they were never coming. That this was just a last fling for him. Oh well, I thought. Maybe when he comes back. Meanwhile he was still a great fuck, and all I could do was lie there, enjoying every thrust.—V.S., Trenton, New Jersey