I caught up with him as he was opening the door to the limo. I walked up to him and said, "I want to f.u.c.k you in this limo right now!"
He smiled at me and said, "Well, let"s get to it! It"s cold out here, but in the car I can warm your chilly buns!"
In the car, he began kissing me, devouring me with each kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and sucking my lips into his. He fondled me through my clothes as we rolled on the backseat. Then he sat opposite me on one of the jump seats. He was breathing very heavily. I was, too, antic.i.p.ating the ma.s.sive bulge in his trousers.
He asked me to take my clothes off. I didn"t waste any time stripping. Soon I was kneeling before him, wearing only my bra and wet panties. When I took my bra off, he leaned forward and gently tweaked my nipples. "Very nice," he whispered.
He leaned back and casually unzipped his trousers. He wasn"t wearing underwear, and his c.o.c.k leaped through the opening. I fell upon it instantly, taking it into my mouth as far as it would go. It was the most perfect c.o.c.k I had ever tasted, just the right size and very satisfying. He pulled the barrette out of my hair and ran his fingers through it. "Oh, yes, baby. Yeah, just like that," he moaned.
Just as he was about to come, he pulled my head away and kissed me. "Your turn," he said, pushing me onto my back.
He lay on top of me, stuck his hand between my legs, and touched my c.l.i.t. I couldn"t spread my legs wide enough for him.
Spreading my c.u.n.t lips open with his hands, he went down on me. He was quite skilled in the art of c.u.n.n.i.l.i.n.g.u.s, and in a very short time I had one of the most satisfying o.r.g.a.s.ms of my life.
Without hesitation, he jumped on top of me and slipped his beautiful c.o.c.k inside me. He rode me fast and hard, grinding his pelvis against my c.l.i.t.
Unfortunately, he came before I had a chance to. He whispered, "Show me how you make yourself come," taking my hand and placing it on my very wet p.u.s.s.y. I never considered masturbating in front of a man before, but I was so close to the edge I didn"t care.
He fondled my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and kissed me while I stroked my c.l.i.t. I had worked up quite a sweat by the time I came again. Before I could recover, he pulled me on top of him. Holding my hips, he f.u.c.ked me again.
After we both came again we rested. After about fifteen minutes I reached for my clothes. He held my hand to stop me, and I noticed that his piston was ready to stroke again. He said nothing like this had ever happened to him before, and he wasn"t ready for our encounter to be over.
Not one to argue, I went down on him again. Once more he pulled me away before he could come. He had me kneeling on the seat so that my back was to him. I felt his c.o.c.k press against me and slowly slide up my c.u.n.t. I was so worked up I was practically bellowing as he f.u.c.ked me. I came another time, just as he pulled out and shot his hot s.e.m.e.n all over my back.
That last o.r.g.a.s.m took everything we had. My muscles were trembling, my heart was racing, and I was breathing so hard my lungs seemed about to burst. I started laughing when I felt his s.e.m.e.n drip from my body onto the leather seat and the carpeting on the floor. I wondered what his clients were going to think when they smelled the inside of the car.
When I got dressed, he asked for my underwear as a souvenir. I haven"t seen him since then, but every time I see a white limo on the road I get a jolt of desire and soon, without any manual aid on my part, I feel joy juice wetting my panties and leaking onto my thighs.
-E.N., Austin, Texas.
By the Pier With Pierre.
My friend Margie and I met Pierre at the airport. Margie went out with him a couple of times, but the two of them just weren"t suited for each other.
One night I went to a bar called The Beach, down by, of all places, the beach. It was a Sat.u.r.day night, and by eleven o"clock the place was starting to fill up. I was wearing a black dress, and I felt very s.e.xy. I spotted Pierre on the stairway leading to the dance floor.
I had always thought he was good-looking. He was tall and dark, with a swimmer"s body. On this night he was wearing a black suit. He smiled when he caught me staring. We didn"t talk to each other that night, but I felt Pierre"s eyes making me feel warm the entire evening.
On Monday at work, I received a single red rose with a note that read, "Meet me at The Beach tonight at eight o"clock, my darling. I think you"re absolutely beautiful. Pierre."
I didn"t know what to do. I didn"t know enough about him to feel comfortable meeting him in a bar. Should I just blow the whole thing off and forget about him, or should I take the chance that he might be as nice on Monday as he appeared to be Sat.u.r.day?
I finally decided to meet him. I was in the bar before eight. By eight-thirty Pierre still had not shown up. I was getting really p.i.s.sed at myself for being such a sucker. By nine o"clock I"d had enough to drink and was ready to go home. As I stood up to go I saw Pierre walking toward me.
He was wearing a pair of tight white jeans and a black-and-white-striped T-shirt. The only thing he said to me was, "Come on, let"s walk on the beach."
I was so dazzled by his beauty I forgot that he was late. He took my hand and led me outside to the beach.
We walked until we reached a wooden pier that extended about a hundred feet out into the ocean. He turned to face me. I wanted to say something, but couldn"t find any words. He just stood there staring at me, taking in my entire body as if I were a statue in a museum. The tide was low.
He pulled me close, so I would not lose my balance. My face was pressed against his neck as he led me under the pilings, and I could smell his earthy fragrance. Then I felt his fingers in my top. He played with my b.r.e.a.s.t.s as he brushed his lips over my alabaster neck.
This isn"t happening! I thought. The only thing I knew about him was his first name but, d.a.m.n, he was so good at this and I had really become excited.
I threw my head back as far as it would go. I just couldn"t get enough of his incredible tongue moving up and down my neck. He pulled me even closer to him. I pressed against his legs and groin. He was hard. I was wet.
He looked into my eyes for a few seconds, and I could hardly wait for him to kiss me. He bent his face forward and shyly brushed his lips against mine. Then the kiss became hungry and wild. His tongue probed deep inside my mouth, exploring and teasing me to madness!
I was now frantic with the desire to feel his p.e.n.i.s against my c.l.i.t or have him touch me with his hand. I wanted to rip his clothes off. He already had my blouse unb.u.t.toned, my bra.s.siere loosened, and my skirt and panties bunched around my ankles. I couldn"t believe how hot and wet he"d made me!
I felt his mouth moving down my chest, sucking my t.i.ts and licking my belly. I tried to push his head even farther down but he resisted, knowing that he was driving me wild with desire.
Finally his head moved to my crotch. The second his tongue touched my c.l.i.t I exploded in a flurry of o.r.g.a.s.ms. I moaned and begged him not to stop. In response, he gently flicked his tongue over my sensitive c.l.i.t.
I pushed him away, opened his fly, and pulled down his jeans, exposing a long, snakelike p.e.n.i.s. He lay down, and I straddled him. He was panting and sweating. I could tell that he needed me as much as I needed him.
We quickly found our rhythm. With his hands gripping my hips, he pounded me to a shuddering o.r.g.a.s.m. He yelled with complete abandon as he came. The echo was terrific, but on a Monday night on this beach, only the terns could hear us.
After a while he kissed me tenderly and silenced me when I tried to speak. We got dressed, and he walked me to my car. He kissed me again, then walked away slowly.
He"d better not think he"s done with me. He wanted me, now I want him, and when I want somebody, I never give up!
-M.S., Long Branch, New Jersey.
His Root, Her Ca.n.a.l.
It"s probably safe to say that most people dislike going to the dentist. I am certainly no exception. I"d like to relate how one particular visit changed the way I look at the dental profession.
I was out of town on a business trip when one of my teeth began to bother me. Not knowing any dentists in the area, I chose one from the phone book whose office was close to my hotel. I made an appointment for later that afternoon.
When I got to the office, the dental a.s.sistant, who introduced herself as Eve, led me into a cubicle and seated me in the examination chair.
During our brief walk I couldn"t help but notice that Eve was very attractive and filled out her white uniform in all the right places. After I was comfortable, Eve put a bib around my neck and adjusted the chair so that I was supine. She then sat on a castered stool and told me to open my mouth. When she rolled her stool closer to look inside my mouth, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s came within inches of my face. I could detect the faint aroma of her perfume.
It wasn"t long before the dentist came in and together, as a team, they solved my problem. Several days later, I learned that I would have to stay in town over the weekend, so I decided to call Eve at work to see if she was available for dinner Friday night. To my delight she was free, and agreed to go out with me.
When she met me at the door of her apartment I was struck speechless. She wore a black-and-white dress with spaghetti straps. Our date was enjoyable, but the best was yet to come.
Eve invited me back to her apartment. Once there, she fixed some after-dinner drinks. We sat on the sofa, and I put my arm around her. I kissed her ears, neck, and eyelids. When my mouth reached hers, we started exploring each other with our tongues. With my free hand I caressed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, which caused her to tremble.
I slipped the straps from her shoulders and unzipped her dress. She wore a black strapless bra. Her ample b.r.e.a.s.t.s were firm, and her erect nipples brought them to points under the material.
Eve unb.u.t.toned my shirt and began to caress my nipples, which by this time were also hard. I lifted the hem of her dress and inched my hand up her thigh until I felt her moist love triangle. She let out a little moan of pleasure. The only thing separating my hand from her swollen lips and hard c.l.i.t were her pantyhose and white lace panties. I ma.s.saged her c.l.i.t until her juices seeped through all the material.
I helped Eve out of her dress, then she helped me out of my shirt and pants. We just sat there for a moment, holding each other close, not wanting the electricity between us to ebb.
I unhooked her bra and kissed each breast, flicking my tongue around each stiff nipple. Moving down Eve"s body, I kissed her belly and pulled her pantyhose and panties off. Kneeling in front of her, I parted her legs so I could see her womanhood: the little tuft of pubic hair, the silky inner thighs, her c.l.i.toris, and the juices moistening her l.a.b.i.a.
I kissed her altar of love and spread her lips, the better to see her joy-tunnel. I tasted the salty sweetness of her juices and lovingly licked her inner lips.
Eve wrapped her legs around my head and stroked my hair while my lips and tongue went to work on her c.l.i.t. She trembled violently as the first o.r.g.a.s.m of the evening hit her, discharging more nectar of the G.o.ds. Hungrily, I lapped up her honey, enjoying every drop of it.
As I rose to sit next to her, Eve pulled down my shorts and freed my rigid organ. One hand cupped my b.a.l.l.s while the other wrapped around the base of my member so she could kiss and lick its entire length. She concentrated her efforts on the underside, below my c.o.c.khead, until I could stand it no longer. I laid her back on the sofa, so we could consummate our desires.
And then the most frustrating moment of my life occurred-I was totally limp! I wanted her so badly that my anxiety had caused me to lose my erection!
I sat up, totally embarra.s.sed. But Eve had some ideas about correcting the problem.
She got up, took me by the hand, and led me to her bedroom. We lay down and she asked me to play with her c.l.i.t while she kissed and stroked me. It wasn"t long before I was hard again.
Eve rubbed my c.o.c.khead on her c.l.i.t, then positioned it at the entrance of her tunnel. I slowly inserted my p.e.n.i.s, and that"s when the best lovemaking of my life began.
Eve was not only extremely attractive, she also possessed an amazing talent. No sooner had I hit bottom when I felt a gentle contraction of her v.a.g.i.n.al muscles. At first I thought she was having another o.r.g.a.s.m, but I soon realized that she was capable of contracting and releasing her inner muscles at will. What a tremendous natural talent!
We matched each other"s rhythm quickly. Our sweaty bodies convulsed as we came together. Neither of us wanted to part, so she contracted her muscles again, as if milking every drop I had to give. She proposed another 69 so she could lick me dry. When I took position, with her p.u.s.s.y over my mouth, I could taste our combined juices. We fell asleep in each other"s arms.
I awoke when Eve came into the bedroom carrying a tray with coffee, juice, toast, jelly, and a banana. We drank our coffee and juice, but I decided not to have toast with my jelly. Instead, I rubbed some jelly around each of her pink nipples and slowly licked it off. She b.u.t.tered my d.i.c.khead and cleaned it with her tongue.
I peeled the banana, spread her legs, and inserted it into her honey-pot. Then I consumed it, eating my way into her.
Then she straddled me, rubbed her c.l.i.t with my c.o.c.khead, and let it slide into where it would give us maximum pleasure. She knows how to get the day started!
I had some work to do, so I asked Eve if I could take a quick shower before I left. She said she"d get me a towel.
I was just about to lather up when the shower door opened and Eve stepped in, saying that we might as well conserve water and shower together. When she finished washing my back, I returned the favor. As I lathered up her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, her nipples hardened, and I continued down her belly to her hot spot. She spread her legs slightly so my fingers could slip inside her lips and stroke her c.l.i.t. Without a word we turned off the water, got out of the shower, put our towels on the floor, and made love.
Over the months that have followed, Eve and I have spent many weekends making love in various cities. She"s my dental darling!
-K.D.,Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
They"re Not Up to No Good.
My husband and I are thirty-five years old. We have been married for ten years. Our s.e.x life is wonderful. For the longest time my husband has been interested in hearing me describe f.u.c.king a stranger. He really digs imagining a large c.o.c.k stuck in my p.u.s.s.y.
One night I had to return some X-rated movies we"d rented. My husband suggested that I dress provocatively, so I wore my tight red dress and lots of makeup. When I left the house, I was ready for anything.
I walked into the adult video store and returned the movies at the front counter. Immediately I spotted a st.u.r.dy, nice-looking man. I walked over to the magazine rack and pretended to read an issue of Forum, planting myself right next to him. After a few minutes I walked up to pay for the magazine. I glanced back at him, and our eyes met.
Sure enough, he followed me out to my car. I asked him to get in, and he did. He asked me what I was doing out at an adult video store that late at night. After hearing me explain my husband"s fantasy, he got excited. I reached over and gently touched his c.o.c.k. It was hard already. My p.u.s.s.y was hot, and my panties were damp. He asked if he could touch me. s.h.i.t, yes! I replied. I was so excited that my p.u.s.s.y lips were vibrating even before he gently slid a finger between them.
As he continued to caress my p.u.s.s.y lips, I unzipped his pants. His c.o.c.k was large and straight, and hard as oak. I wrapped my mouth around the tip, gently sucking it, then slowly moved my lips up and down the shaft. Well, since things were starting to get pretty hot and heavy, we decided to find a more secluded place.
We drove to a desolate street and parked. His c.o.c.k was still throbbing when I wrapped my c.u.n.t lips around it. He was so big I wasn"t sure if I could get all of him inside me, but to my surprise, after a couple of pushes his c.o.c.k was buried in me to the hilt. I quickly reached the ultimate climax. After I"d removed myself from his declining c.o.c.k, I licked his shaft, tasting his juice. This really excited him. I sucked the head of his d.i.c.k, moving his c.o.c.k in and out of my mouth very slowly before proceeding to suck his b.a.l.l.s. He couldn"t hold back and exploded in my mouth. I licked my lips after making sure that I consumed every precious drop of his truly tasty s.e.m.e.n.
We sat there and relaxed, and soon enough we got aroused once again and wanted to have another f.u.c.k. He pulled my dress up and rammed his hot c.o.c.k into my wet p.u.s.s.y. I took it all this time, with no problem. As he continued to pound my p.u.s.s.y, I climaxed again. He pulled his c.o.c.k out of my p.u.s.s.y and shot his wad all over my thighs. By now we were both exhausted.
We decided that it was time to get home. I thought we would rest for a moment before we parted, but then suddenly a couple of police officers were shining flashlights into my car. One of the officers approached my side and asked me to get out. I was not even fully dressed, would you believe, and I smelled of come.
They questioned both of us, saying they were on the lookout for child molesters and drug dealers. Then, after realizing we were neither and otherwise had no criminal intentions, they left. We both agreed it was time to go. I drove him back to his car, and I was soon on my way home.
My husband was so excited by the time I walked in he was stiff as uncooked pasta. I sucked him off. Afterward I told him about what had happened. He got hard again and f.u.c.ked me as he"d never f.u.c.ked me before.
Next time, maybe I"ll try two or three men, and, it figures, he"ll f.u.c.k me better still!
It"s something a hot-blooded girl can really look forward to.
-W.R., Waterville, Maine.
A Much-Needed Lift.
I do a lot of driving in my line of work. There are times when I"ll pick up a hitchhiker, if that person looks relatively normal.
One day when I was traveling through Florida, I spotted somebody who looked normal but extraordinary.
She was a shapely lady, standing on the side of the road, sticking her thumb out. She looked to be about thirty. She was wearing a flowing skirt and peasant-style blouse, with sandals on her feet. I stopped and asked her if I could provide the ride. She climbed in.
As I drove, I couldn"t help but sneak a peek or two at her large b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She caught me! And how did she respond? By pulling her blouse off! Her nipples were sticking straight out.
I took one of her nipples between my fingers. She threw her head back and purred. At this point, need I tell you, I was having trouble keeping my eyes, and the car, on the road.
After a few minutes I let go of her t.i.t and put my hand between her thighs. She spread her legs, and I inched my hand underneath her skirt. To my delight, I discovered that she was not wearing panties. Her p.u.s.s.y was as runny as well-aged brie.
I started fingering her c.l.i.t, and was about to shove a finger up her s.n.a.t.c.h when she grabbed my hand and held it still. She told me to wait until we got to her place, and let me go. With two hands free, I was able to resume driving on the right side of the road, just before a new wave of oncoming traffic came into view.