It happened at our daughter’s wedding. Rachel was a senior in college when she decided to marry her sweetheart, Carl. Naturally my wife Jessica and I went all out, putting in weeks of effort to make sure things went off without a hitch. And they did. The wedding was almost as beautiful as our daughter.
The reception was held in the hotel where we were staying. With the ceremony over, Jessica and I finally cut loose and relaxed. I spent most of my time drinking, while she celebrated by dancing up a storm. As she went from partner to partner, I noticed that she had drawn the attention of not just the best man, Doug, but four of the groomsmen as well. Their names were Ralph, Tom, Phil and Kip, all of them fraternity brothers of Carl.
While my wife, at 45, is still a very attractive woman, with ample breasts that are still firm, and long legs that she works hard to keep toned, I was still surprised that such young men would focus so much of their interest on her, when there were so many girls closer to their age floating around. Jessica certainly didn’t complain, though; she seemed to be reveling in the attention. I noticed that some of the guys were dancing very close to her, and I could have sworn that some hands strayed to a few of her more intimate areas; but since she seemed to take no notice, I figured I was mistaken.
When our daughter (I’ll call her Cheryl) came home from college for Christmas break, my husband and I meant to take her on a weekend ski trip. We’d pulled out all the stops, even booking a deluxe suite that had its own hot tub!
Well, leave it to my husband to break his leg just before we were supposed to go skiing! When it happened I suggested staying home with him, but he wouldn’t hear of it, saying that Cheryl and I should go and enjoy ourselves. I had to admit I didn’t mind going alone with my daughter. Though we were very close when she was younger, we had grown apart over the years, and I was hoping that the ski trip would be an ideal opportunity to spend some quality time with her.
Cheryl and I hit the slopes as soon as we arrived, and had a great time. On one of the more difficult hills she raced well ahead of me, and when I finally made it to the bottom I found her talking with a trio of young men about her age. They were laughing and having a good time, and I figured that would put an end to our togetherness.
I guess my friend Lew and my wife Ann were too engrossed in one another to hear me as I drove up to our cabin in the woods, where we had gone to spend a few days fishing on the lake. I froze as I approached the door, for through a nearby window I could see the two of them locked in a passionate embrace in the middle of the kitchen.
Ann’s blouse was pushed up above her breasts, her bra loosened and dangling, and I could see Lew’s right hand fondling those full soft tits I knew so well. They kissed feverishly for several minutes, his hand moving from breast to breast before it slid lower. I saw him quickly release the catch on the side of her shorts, then unzip them, and seconds later he was easing his hand down inside.
I knew exactly what he was feeling having done that very thing thousands of times over the 17 years Ann and I had been married. He moved his hand very slowly down over her smooth firm tummy and then paused, and I knew his fingers were now combing through her crisp, curly pubic hair. Moments later I saw her spread her legs, allowing him easier access to the slippery folds between her thighs.
Our friends Andy and Will invited my wife Mary and me over to play poker. Mary told me she didn’t want to play poker, but that she would be our waitress while we played.
“I don’t know,” I told her. “When those guys start drinking they might get rowdy and start feeling up your ass and breasts.”
“I don’t care,” Mary replied. “I might like being touched by strange hands for a change.”
“What if you get hot and horny?” I asked.
“I’ll do a striptease, and then I’ll fuck both of those guys.”
I didn’t know if she was kidding, but I decided to find out.
Once we got to Andy’s house Mary changed into a light blue nightie that she had brought with her. It hardly covered her butt, and she wore no panties. The neckline showed most of her titties. As she served us drinks, Harry and Will started lifting her nightie and kissing her ass. As they drank more, she would bend over and let them see her naked behind. Then they started touching her cunt and tasting their fingers. When she asked them how she tasted, they told her they loved it.
My husband Curt and I decided to take a vacation trip up north for a week, and we started out in my Corvette after lunch on Friday. It was a beautiful day, so we put the top down. We hadn’t gotten away together in some time, and I had a ball teasing Curt as he drove, allowing the breeze to blow the skirt of my sundress up over my thighs, revealing the fact that I’d neglected to wear panties. I think what excited him most was when we passed a truck or a high pickup, as the drivers could easily see down onto our low-riding car.
We arrived at our rented cabin around six o’clock, and as soon as we got inside Curt quickly had me stripped naked and was fucking me on a soft rug in front of the fireplace. I love my husband dearly, and enjoy nothing more than having his large thick cock plowing away in my pussy, giving us both the most exquisite pleasure. My little display on the way up had really gotten to him, and you would have thought we hadn’t done it in months from the passionate way he fucked me, whereas in truth we had done it twice the previous night and once that morning. Curt is a horny fucker, and I give him all he wants.
I was 24 when I began having problems with birth control pills, so I was taken off them and my husband and I relied on a diaphragm. I’d had two miscarriages and had been told it could be risky if I were to become pregnant again, so I was very careful to protect myself anytime I had sex.
I’ve never been a model wife, and didn’t think twice about screwing around with some good-looking guy when I was on the Pill, but using the diaphragm really curtailed my extramarital activities. But I still saw Ike, who was older, divorced and very discreet, as well as being great in the sack. I stabled a horse at Ike’s place outside of town, so it was easy for us to get together.
One day I went out there to care for my horse when Ike was supposed to be out of town. I had just left work and was still wearing a dress and heels. Ike was home, however, and he scared the devil out of me when he came up behind me and ran his hands up under my dress to grab my ass as I was bending over a grain box.
My wife and I have enjoyed Penthouse Letters for over 20 years. The letters have amped up our sex life on numerous occasions. Rita’s favorites are usually in the Serendipity section. Stories about uncontrollable passionate desire really turn her on, and I have reaped the benefits many times over the years.
My favorites are typically in the wife-watching issue. We are very open sexually and devoted to each other and had never included anyone else in our sex life. Rita was very worried that that would damage our marriage. So we kept our fantasies in our pillow talk and some role-playing. But I always hoped that someday someone Rita trusted would come along and make our hidden desires real.
An opportunity presented itself recently when we went back east to attend a wedding. We moved to Southern California over 25 years ago and only get back to our old home state every few years, to attend graduations and weddings.
It was only the second time I’d set foot in the club with my girlfriends. The first time was still fresh in my mind. I’d met this guy—not really my type, good-looking but a little on the short side for my taste—and before I knew it we were tongue-wrestling and feeling each other up in a dark corner. That’s not really my style, but I’d had a few, the DJ was tossing out killer beats, and I hadn’t had sex in about a month. Luckily, I came to my senses and moved on to dance with someone else, then left with my friends before Shorty caught up with me. A week later I found myself at the same club with the same friends. This time, though, I wasn’t as horny, having had a few fuck sessions with my faithful vibe. I was cool, calm and collected. Or so I thought.
I was sitting at the bar with one of my friends when the bartender came over and placed refills of our drinks next to us, saying they were “compliments of the gentleman,” pointing to the end of the bar. We both looked, and I cringed when I saw my make-out buddy from the week before! Not good. But it wasn’t Shorty who raised his glass to salute us. Standing next to last week’s reject was a tall, dark, broad-shouldered hottie. Definitely biker material. Definitely fuckable. He didn’t smile, and neither did I. I leaned toward my girlfriend so she could hear me over the pounding bass and asked her what she thought. I knew he wasn’t her type, but best to make sure. I don’t mind sharing myself—two men are definitely better than one. But I don’t share my men with other women. Fortunately, she had just three words for me as she grabbed both her unfinished drink and the fresh one: “Have at him.” With that, she took her drinks and left the bar, worming her way through the crowd.
I turned my attention back to Biker Dude to see if he would follow my friend or take the newly vacated seat next to me. His dark eyes held mine captive. As I waited for him to come over, Shorty spotted the empty seat, waved at me and started over. This was so fucked up! With what had to be a look of utter panic on my face, I downed the remainder of my drink, picked up the refill and left the bar as quickly as the crowd would allow. Heading for the far side of the club, I made my way around the dance floor, trying to put as much square footage as possible between Shorty and me, hoping Biker Dude would follow.
About an hour later I was bored, and with no sign of Biker Dude, I was ready to leave. Then, as my friends and I were leaving, I saw him. He was in the parking lot, leaning against his Triumph, holding his helmet. I took one look at him, told my friends I’d call them in the morning and sauntered up to him. I walked around the bike, admiring the chrome detail and the fat tires, and felt my heart start to race. When I completed my inspection, I stopped next to him. “Thanks for the drink,” I said. He looked down at my jeans and over the knee boots with heels not really meant for riding. “Wanna go for a ride?” he asked, his voice deep and rumbling, and full of danger and power, like I imagined his bike would feel and sound if I rode it.
“Oh, yeah,” I said. “I definitely want a ride.” I’m sure he knew that my answer was meant to be taken any way he wanted, but to make sure, I leaned into him and let my hand drop to his fly. I lightly cupped his package, feeling the solid mass there, and thought, oh baby, what a ride this is going to be! “And how do you like your rides?” he rumbled. “Hard and fast—to start,” I purred as I rubbed up against him. “Then slow and long.” “Then let’s get going, girl.” He gave me his heavy leather jacket to wear, which practically swallowed me, and produced an additional helmet, which he fastened under my chin. Then he put on his own helmet and climbed on the bike, and it roared to life. He glanced over his shoulder and I climbed on behind him, plastering the front of my body against him and slipping my arms around his deliciously hard body. I’d ridden a bike on my own, but I still found the thrill of ripping up the road with someone else at the helm better than any high. And that steady vibration between my legs was almost enough to make me cream my pants. God, it was fan-fucking-tastic! I hugged my new bad boy with arms and thighs, my face flush to his broad back. The only thing better would have been him fucking me as the scenery flew past us.
Since I couldn’t have his dick at that moment, I turned my face and sank my teeth into his shoulder—not really hard, but enough to get his attention, I thought. The bike slowed gradually until Biker Dude pulled off to the side of the road. I stepped off the bike, and he rolled it off the shoulder into the grass. I leaned up against a tree, and waited for him to come and take me. The headlight from the bike was behind him, so I couldn’t make out the expression on his face, but it didn’t matter. He was a hard-muscled body of walking sex. I wanted him. When he was standing right in front of me, I asked him his name. “Does it matter?” he asked. “Yes,” I said, while unbuckling his belt. “I need to be able to scream out your name when you fuck me into oblivion.” “Jesus,” he said. “Really?” I said. “How convenient.” His skin was a deep bronze color, which I’d mistaken for a tan. Mmm! I was lowering his zipper when he kissed me. It was sudden and consuming and had me revved up and ready to ride, no foreplay needed.
He crushed me against the trunk of the tree with his strength, and I reveled in his power. His tongue searched my mouth, exploring every nook and cranny, while his hips thrust against me. His fly was open, and I had better access to his hot rod. It was bigger than I thought, now that it was free of the confines of his jeans—no boxers or briefs to bother with. I was ready to ride, but Jesus had other plans. He palmed my breasts, then lowered his head and sucked my nipple through my shirt, leaving a big wet spot. I raised my hands over my head, arching my back and pushing my tits forward. He let out a deep moan, and his hands slipped up along my ribs. He pushed my shirt up and just stared. Then he squeezed my mounds together and sucked one tit through the lace bra, laving the hard peak of my nipple before moving over to the other breast. He switched back and forth between the two, giving them equal attention, while I moaned and quivered with pleasure.
I snaked my hand down into his pants and rubbed my palm along his dick. Jesus got the message and started in on my tight-fitting jeans, peeling them down along with my thong while I used one foot to try to work the boot off the other. He stopped kissing me long enough to yank off my boots and pants; then he was back to kissing the life out of me. His cock felt like a burning rod against my stomach as I thrust my hips against him. “Fuck me!” I moaned into his mouth. I gripped Jesus’s shoulders and hopped up, wrapping my legs around his waist, rubbing my needy breasts against his chest. He supported me, his muscular arms under my thighs, his rough hands gripping my ass cheeks. Then he lifted me up and brought me down on his thick cock. I felt every inch of it as it wedged itself deep inside me. The feeling was indescribable. With my back braced against the tree and Jesus bearing my weight, he withdrew halfway and slammed his cock back in me. I screamed out my pleasure. Over and over he repeated the sweet torture, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. And when I came, screaming out his name, he didn’t stop. The thrusts continued until he brought me to a thundering climax, and then still continued, until I felt like a rag.
Through the haze of unending bliss, I realized Jesus hadn’t come. Or if he had, he was still hard as a rock. His thrusts slowed, and he lowered me to the ground. When he pulled out of me, my cunt was dripping. It felt empty. After he’d stripped off his boots and jeans, I pulled him up closer to my head and started licking and sucking his meat, tasting myself along with his precome. A combination of our essences—salty and tangy—hit my senses, and I did my best to deep-throat him. He tasted really good, and he was really hard. He started fucking my mouth, and because he was on top, he had leverage over me. I relaxed my throat and took him as deep as I could, enjoying the feel of him being in control. I don’t know how long he kept it up, but just when my jaw was beginning to ache from holding it open for so long, his rhythm began to falter, and after three more strokes he groaned and shuddered and released more come than I could handle.
Jesus rolled to his side, pulling me with him as some of the overflow ran out of my mouth. Panting and sweating, I leisurely licked up every drop that I had missed from his dick. Then I wiped my face with my top and pulled him close for a kiss, giving him back a little of his come. I couldn’t believe I’d just fucked a stranger like a wild animal in the woods. I felt fantastic. “And your name would be,” he said, his hand slipping deftly under my top and playing with the lace cup of my bra. “Tara,” I said. Feeling blissfully sated, I arched my back like a cat, pushing my breast against his hand. “Well, Tara,” he said, “I hope you’re not tired.” “Don’t tell me you’re one of those guys with a short recovery time,” I said. “Kinda,” he said as he used his considerable strength to rip my bra open from the front. He helped me slip my arms out of his jacket, then rolled on top of me. “You did say you like your rides hard and fast.” “To start, yes,” I moaned. Jesus’s fingers were tugging and twisting my sensitive nipples. I began to squirm and writhe from the growing need within me. Yeah, I could go again if he kept this up. I have a healthy sex drive, but this was insane. My whole body was heating up again. I rubbed my thighs together.
“Wait,” I said. “Give me your shirt.” We were in a grassy area, and his jacket protected my back, but I still felt bits of gravel digging into my butt and the backs of my thighs. Jesus pulled off his shirt, and I told him to spread it underneath me. He did. I expected him to resume his attentions to my tits, but he got sidetracked. “Mmm,” he groaned against the inside of my thigh. I felt him nudge my legs farther apart. Then he pushed his shoulders under my thighs and started snacking on my pussy. He took his time, learning every intimate part of me, his tongue languidly furrowing into every crevice, lapping up every bit of wetness he could find. His tongue was everywhere—except for my clit!
When he’d driven me to the brink of insanity, I felt him push one of those big fingers up inside me. Only then did I feel his tongue brush fleetingly over my sensitive nub. I wanted to come really bad, but he kept me right on the edge by withholding that last push. He started sliding his finger in and out through my wetness. He added another finger, then scissored and twisted them, just missing that pressure point inside me. He had me writhing with abandon, trying to ride his fingers and get them deeper inside me. “More, Jesus,” I begged. “I need more. Make me come.” I couldn’t ever remember feeling so desperate for release. “More what, Tara?” he said, taunting me in between quick swipes of his tongue. “Tell me what you want.” Oh God! I was half out of my mind, and he wanted me to tell him what I wanted. I was so going to get him back for this. “Suck my clit!” I screamed. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
I couldn’t believe I was begging, clawing at his shoulders. I never, ever beg, but Jesus had me feeling like I was hard up—like I would die if he decided to withhold sex. Suddenly I knew that when this night was over, I couldn’t see Jesus again—not ever. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face into my crotch, grinding my pussy against his face. I thought I heard a weird noise but wasn’t sure what it was. Then I heard it again. Was he laughing at my needy ass? All sense of reason left me when he sucked my clit into his mouth and turned those fingers up to press on my sweet spot. I went off like a rocket, locking his head between my legs. I wailed out his name and drenched his face and hand with my juices. Done. I’m so done. “Come on, Tara.” “Mmm?” I murmured.
“What?” Jesus hadn’t come again, but the way I felt, that was his problem. I was content to just lay there, basking in the aftermath of great sex. Fuck him! “Come on, baby,” Jesus rumbled against the pulse in my neck, kissing and licking and biting that secret spot no one’s supposed to know about. “You’re not done yet.” From the feel of his big hard-on, he was ready for more fucking. At the mere thought, my hands came up to clutch his ass and I felt my traitorous pussy muscles clench and throb with renewed desire. Biker Dude was going to be the death of me. “Let’s do something different,” he said. He stood up and pulled me to my feet. My legs felt like rubber, and I leaned against him for support. He pulled off the jacket and tossed it on the ground. My shirt and what was left of my bra quickly followed. He stood behind me, and his hands came around and cupped my breasts. I leaned back against his chest and let my head fall back on his shoulder.
I loved the feel of his muscular chest against my back. He went back to kissing and licking my neck. Every now and then he’d suck my skin into his mouth. I knew he was marking me, and I didn’t care. I wanted him to. I wanted to be able to look in the mirror afterward and relive one of the best nights of my life. Maybe I’d even masturbate, although my vibrator would be a poor substitute for Jesus’s big dick. I started to moan and rub my ass against his cock. I had just come, but I felt more wetness leak out of my horny cunt and trickle down the insides of my thighs. He’d been working my nipples and massaging my breasts all this time. Then one hand moved down the front of my body and didn’t stop until it was between my legs. I placed my hand over his and clamped them between my thighs.
“You’re really wet, baby,” he whispered. “You must want my cock inside you again.” He walked me over to the bike and told me to lean forward on the seat. As soon as I was in position, he leaned over me, covering my body with his, and I felt that big cock of his nudging into me from behind, stretching me once again, filling me to the max. “Still want it hard, Tara?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous-sounding. Did I? Oh, hell yeah. “Oh yeah, bad boy,” I said. “Fuck me the way you ride this bike.” That’s all it took. Jesus grabbed my hair with one hand, the bike handle with the other, and started fucking the daylights out of me—really hard, deep and fast. I held onto the bike for dear life as his hips hammered against my ass. Forget about screaming his name—I came keening like some wild woman in the throes of passion. I was panting and grunting when the tempo of his thrusts changed, slowing to a steady pounding. Along with that change in pace came a stinging slap to my right ass cheek. Shock and heat were the sensations that registered first, then hot desire as he followed that slap with three hard thrusts to my cunt, then another quick slap.
I’d never been spanked before. I’d never even thought about it. But I liked it. It ramped up my horny factor. And then when the third slap came, I screamed. “Oh, Jesus!” I shrieked. Tears streamed down my face. Jesus kept fucking me, but he’d picked up the pace again. The strokes were coming hard and fast again. I didn’t know when he would let go of my hair, but his hand had moved down between my legs. He found my clit and pressed. Between the fucking, the pressure on my clit and not knowing when the next stinging slap was going to come, the pressure had built again. The climax brought with it another drenching release. Jesus finally reached his peak. He pushed into me three more times, each hard thrust sending a load of hot cream pulsing into my love canal. When he slipped out of my hole, a stream of fluids ran down my legs. If it wasn’t for the bike, I’d have slid to the ground. I felt cool air on my back when Jesus stood up. Well, that’s nice, I thought, one of us could still walk. I heard him move around the side of the bike and open a compartment. From it he produced a rag. He proceeded to wipe down my legs.
“Do you live around here?” he asked. “I could use a shower.” “A shower? You fuck me silly and that’s all you have to say?” Really! This guy had just given me amazing sex, ridiculous orgasms, and he wanted to talk shower? “Well, yeah,” he said. “It’ll be daylight soon and I thought we could clean up. Then maybe go out for waffles and chicken. Aren’t you hungry?” I thought about it for a couple of seconds and realized I could eat. I hate to cook, and if he wanted to take me to breakfast, the least I could do was let him shower. We were both grimy and sticky, and probably smelled like sex. “Sure, why not?” I said. “I live about ten minutes from here.” “Cool. I can’t wait to get you in the shower.” Every muscle in my body was crying out no más! I began pulling my clothes on. Then, watching Jesus get dressed, I thought about how that incredible body would look all slick with soap and water. And shit, didn’t my pussy start to twitch again!
Well, we made it back to my place, and yes, I did fuck Jesus again in the shower. And on the sofa, and in the bed. We called out for breakfast, and thank God, he got ready to leave after that. As he was leaving, I told him I didn’t want to see him again because he wasn’t good for me. End of story, right? Wrong! He said he’d already rented a place not too far from me and he’d stop by after he finished moving in.
I said fine.•
I didn’t really want to go to the party, but my boyfriend insisted. It was at his friend Gary’s. Gary plays in a band, and Serge thinks he’s really cool. So you see, I really didn’t have any choice.
When we got there, the place was really crowded, and an awful lot of the people there were jerks. I knew a lot of them from my college. I tried to get to where the beer was, but it was like a fish swimming upstream.
I kept running into a guy I sort of know from one of my classes. At one point we wound up being crushed together in the crowd. First we pretended like we didn’t notice, but then we couldn’t help but laugh. We talked awhile. Suddenly he took my hand and said we had to make our escape. We ducked down and literally crawled behind a couch, under a table and out of the room! We didn’t stand up till we got out in the hallway.
We laughed, and he said we better get out of there before his girlfriend caught him, as she’d kill him if she saw him with a girl as hot as me. I said it was funny as I was there with my boyfriend so we were both ducking out on someone!
We went down the hall and found a stairway that led to the basement. Neither of us wanted to be away too long, so we started making out right away. While we kissed, he pulled me tight against him. I felt his hard cock pressing against me. I pulled up my top and he went for my nipples, sucking them really hard. It felt really good. I knew by how excited he was that I was in for one wild fuck.
He had his hand in my pants and started fingering me. First he penetrated me with one finger, and then he added another. I got really worked up. He started working my panties down and asked if he could fuck me. I nodded. Together we guided his cock to my entrance. I stroked it a little and worked the head as he began pushing in and gradually worked his cock all the way in.
He fucked me up against the wall, holding onto my ass while I held one leg up. First he went slow; then he sped up. I fingered my clit till I felt myself getting close. He was pumping me so hard, I heard his balls slapping my wet thighs. I put my arms around his neck and held on while we both came. I screamed, and he quickly put his mouth over mine to quiet me.
When we calmed down, he withdrew and we tidied up as best we could. I felt his come running out of me down my inner thighs as we headed back to the party, then went our separate ways.
The place was still really packed. When I ran into my boyfriend I acted mad and said I’d been looking all over for him. Meanwhile I could still feel my legs sticking together! When we went back to his place, he was so drunk that when he fucked me he didn’t even notice the extra wetness inside me. Ha!
I’m ready for the next party already!
—N.W., St. Paul, Minnesota
I teach literature at a community college. My guilty pleasure is reading tales of sexual obsession and carnal gratification. Erotic literature is my passion, but teaching mainstream lit pays the bills.
One day in the middle of last term I was passing out a stack of graded test papers. As I called out names, each student came up to receive his or her paper. One of them, Jody, a pretty brunette with a hemline that came to mid-thigh, looked crestfallen as she glanced down at her D+. As she walked back to her desk, I noticed that her skirt was bunched up in her butt crack, raising the hemline even higher.
At the end of class Jody lingered behind as the others filed out, then came forward and said, “I need help, professor. I am really struggling with this class.”
I asked, “Have you been doing the assigned reading?”
“Well, most of it,” she said, blushing. “I do like to party.”
”Well, that’s a problem,” I said. “I think you just have to work harder.”
“But literature is really difficult for me,” she said, then added, “I would really appreciate any, like, private tutoring you could give me.”
“Well, I can’t do the work for you,” I said. “But I’d be happy to do what I can to help you get a focus. I have some free time this afternoon if you want to come to my house around four.”
“Oh, that’d be wonderful,” she gushed. “But can we make it three? My fiancé is taking me out tonight.”
An hour later Jody and I were sitting side by side on the couch in my condo. She sipped a diet soda while I tried hard to get through to her that she simply had to concentrate harder on her studies. Suddenly she put the soda down, slid close to me and nestled her thigh against mine and let her fingertips dance on my knee. I admit I was enjoying this flirtatious touching, but the phone rang and I went in another room to take the call.
When I returned I was taken aback to see Jody standing naked, her blouse, skirt, bra and panties laid neatly on a nearby chair. My gaze moved over her body, fixing on the pelt of frizzled fur in the vee of her thighs. “Adorable outfit you have on,” I said, recovering quickly.
“Glad you like it,” she said, smiling.
”You do naked very well, girl,” I said. “But what about your fiancé?”
“What about him?” Again she smiled. “Here’s your chance, professor. Go for it.”
”Jody,” I said, “you must know that this violates professional ethics.”
”So who’s to know?” she said. “I certainly won’t tell.”
I took a breath. ”You think a quick dip in your pussy will earn you an A?”
“Look, I’m flunking out, right? I’ve I got nothing to lose. And I find fucking a lot more fun than reading some dumb book. Don’t you?”
“Actually, yes, I do,” I said.
“Then what are you waiting for?” she said.
Well, fools rush in, as they say. In a heart-pounding fever, I shed my clothes as my dick morphed into a monster boner. Jody twisted the diamond engagement ring off her finger and slid it in her purse, then stepped up to me and rested her hands on my shoulders.
“Did you know you’re my favorite teacher?” she said seductively. “Let’s have some good dirty fun. Want me to go down on you? I love giving head.”
Without waiting for an answer, she sank to her knees. A gust of breath warmed my cock. With her hands on my waist, she flicked her tongue over my scrotum, making my balls dance where they hung. Then she was licking my pole from base to knob. The next thing I knew, my dick was getting sucked by a warm wet mouth, while that talented tongue slid over the sensitive underside. With each downward plunge of her head I felt her lips kiss the flesh around my cock.
I couldn’t hold out for long. “May I come in your mouth?” I asked, gripping her naked shoulders.
“You may,” she gasped between gulps.
My hands moved to her head and my fingers raked in her soft hair as I thrust my penis to the back of her throat. As my spunk began to squirt, her lips sealed tight around the base of my shaft. I heard her gulping my load down. She held my dick captive in her mouth while she sucked out the final dribbles; then she let it drop from her lips.
She looked up, tossing her hair and batting her eyes, and asked, “Was it good?”
“Was it good?” I repeated after her. “Girl, your lips and tongue are tools of the devil. Come on and get up now.”
I took her hands and lifted her to her feet. We kissed, and I felt her hard nipples as her bare tits pressed against my chest. She nibbled my neck as her hand gripped my cock, which responded to her touch.
“Your schlong is coming alive again,” she said giggling. “Are you ready to bury that chunk of meat in me?”
For answer I took Jody’s hand and led her to the bedroom. She lay down on her back and spread her legs, offering me my first glimpse of her naked crack. I went down on her, my nostrils taking in the pungent scent. Laying my tongue on her clit, I wiggled it ever so lightly. She quivered and sucked in a sharp breath.
“You ready to be fucked, girl?” I asked.
“Do it, professor!” Jody panted. “Make me scream!”
I wedged myself between her legs and rubbed her slit with my knob, then slipped it between her labia and sank it in her. Man, she was tight! Her body and mine felt like one as I lay on her, feeling her tits thrust brazenly up into my chest. With her legs hooked over my butt, I rode her hard. She made guttural sounds of primal pleasure. “Holy fuck,” she grunted, “that feels fucking good! Keep it up, you bastard!”
She slid her legs off my rump and planted her feet on the bed, then arched up, lifting her ass off the mattress. Her pelvis bucked up, meeting my thrusts, allowing me penetration. She cried out in climax at the precise moment I shot my load in her. I plunged my dick as far in her as it would reach and held it that way while my balls emptied. Then I collapsed in her arms, my chest heaving.
“You’re one damn good fuck,” Jody panted.
“So are you, girl,” I said.
When my dick softened I pulled out and a mix of my semen and her juices dribbled from her slit down her inner thighs.
After a few minutes Jody and I went back to the living room and gathered up our clothing. We were nearly dressed when I heard a car pull in my driveway.
I glanced out the window, then gasped, “Oh fuck, my wife is home early! Finish dressing. Hurry!”
By the time the front door creaked open and my wife stepped in, Jody and I were fully clothed and huddled over some papers spread out on the coffee table. “Hi, honey,” my wife chirped as she came in.
“Hello, sweetheart,” I said, smiling back. “We’re just finishing up.” I turned to Jody and said in an authoritative tone, “Read chapter seven by tomorrow. And try to work a little harder, okay?”
“I will,” she said. “And thank you for your help, professor.” When my wife headed for the kitchen, she gave me a little wink.
The irony was that for the rest of the semester Jody seemed to take her schoolwork more seriously, studying hard, but she still was unable to get more than a C+ from my hard-nosed teaching assistant. I overruled that, however, giving her an A for her grade. As far as I was concerned the girl had earned it.
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