In the past six months, I’ve been working on my master’s thesis and fucking Marian about four or five times a week. She’s stopped fucking every Tom, Dick and Harry in town and seems to be getting her head screwed on straight.
As for my wife, I think she’s about to run off with another man. At first I thought I’d warn him, but now I’ve decided it’s his problem. When she goes, I’ll quit working on my thesis and start fucking Marian every day.
GEISHA BACHELOR PARTY
I’d like to share with you the bachelor’s party given to me by my friend Amy. I first noticed this pretty Asian coed sitting in the corner of a college research class. About five-feet-two and ninety-five pounds, she had a slim figure with small breasts, a narrow waist and long, slender legs. Her almond-shaped eyes, jet-black hair and delicate lips gave her that beauty unique to Oriental women, a certain subtle aura of grace. I introduced myself pronto. Amy drew me like a moth to a flame, and her attraction to me was equally instantaneous. We agreed to work together on a class project, and got to know and appreciate each other even more.
This might have been the start of a fantastic romance, but, unfortunately, we were involved with other people at the time. We did become close friends, however, sharing our innermost secrets. It was just a matter of time until we acted on our common love, exploring the secrets of each other’s body. Like a master musician, my fingers and lips coaxed from Amy’s writhing body the sounds of ecstasy no other lover had ever been able to draw forth. She proved equally adept at playing my fleshy flute, her hands and mouth working skillfully to elicit every precious note I could pump down her talented throat. Yet, despite these passionate sessions, we never went all the way.
About a year ago, I started dating a rather special woman and proposed to her by the summer’s end. When I told Amy, she was shell-shocked—as if what she hoped would never happen was happening. I tried to reassure her that my forthcoming marriage didn’t mean an end to our love, but Amy shook her head and said she had lost me. However, she said, before I was married, she wanted a last night with me, then quickly added that after that night we were through. Nothing I could say would dissuade her, so we agreed to meet on the following Saturday in the poshest hotel in town.
It was a balmy summer afternoon when I checked into the hotel and called Amy. She said she’d be right over, but the sun had set before she strolled through the room’s door. Amy was stunning in a thin cotton dress that showed her exquisite body to best advantage, high heels, carefully applied makeup and long, loose hair. Before I could say anything, she dropped her overnight bag and fell to her knees. “I’ve wanted you so badly for so many years,” she said breathlessly, “but I was never sure you wanted me. Be gentle when you use all of me tonight.” I was speechless. Was this the same woman who had resisted me so successfully all these years?
Realizing this was a dream come true, I asked her to stand and lift up her dress. Although I have seen Amy nude before, this was infinitely more exciting. As the dress tantalizingly ascended, first her shapely legs, then her skimpy panties were revealed, the fabric already stained with her sexual excitement. My rock-hard cock threatened to tear a hole through my pants, but I calmly asked her to remove her panties.
Amy hesitated. Then, holding her dress up with one hand, she slowly peeled off her flimsy panties. As they dropped to the floor, I was astonished—her pussy was completely bald. She never had had much pubic hair to begin with, but whatever she had, had been neatly shaved off. Her clearly visible, ivory cunt lips nestled beneath her gently rounded belly, the swollen slit already moist and slightly distended. With downcast eyes and dress well above her hips, she looked like a naughty little geisha about to be rewarded.
As I circled and thoroughly inspected her, my fingers traced a light path down her shapely legs, up between her smooth thighs and finally over the soft curve of her hip. Amy shivered as she enjoyed my feathery caresses, her eyes closed, sighing softly. My hand then slid down her pubescent-appearing vulva, slipping into and spreading her smooth slit. Amy groaned and, clamping her legs together, instinctively pressed her clit against my trapped hand, her flowing juices drenching my fingers.
Bending her over, I asked Amy to grab her ankles. When she did, I flipped her dress high over her back and shucked it off her to expose her quivering love pie. I slowly undressed and saw that she was watching me from between her parted legs. Then, standing behind her, I let my full nine inches gently probe her slippery oyster, seeking her celestial pearl. Amy whimpered softly and reached for my straining cock. Her touch on it was feathery-light, fluttering from the glans to my balls so delicately I almost came on the spot. I jerked away so abruptly she reacted as if she’d done something wrong, but I quickly reassured her, saying she was just too nice. “Forgive me,” she sighed, “but I’ve wanted you for so long.”
Gone was Amy’s self-control as she convulsively jerked just the lips of her slick, tight pussy up and down my swollen cockhead. “Please,” she pleaded, “let me put it in.” “Yes!” I almost screamed, and she reached eagerly for my huge, throbbing cock with tiny, trembling fingers. Her ebony hair clung to her glistening skin as she struggled, twisted and turned to get my huge cockhead into her. She must have had at least two orgasms, her legs bucking each time, before she succeeded in lodging the tip of my cock in her indescribably small, wet cunt’s entrance.
After all those frustrated years, I could no longer restrain myself. I grabbed her hips and slowly but inexorably eased into her. Amy squealed and momentarily tensed up, then squirmed madly like an impaled fish. I couldn’t believe it: I was finally fucking Amy!
If you’ve ever fucked Oriental women, you know how incredibly tight they are. Amy’s velvet squeeze box was absolutely the tightest and best I’ve ever had. Her virginlike twat gripped my sheathed cock, contracting and throbbing, so that at first I couldn’t move even if I’d wanted to. Yet, as I slowly stroked into her molten furnace, it gushed liquid fire that pooled at her puckered anus and ran down her legs. “Umm,” Amy cooed, “I always knew you’d feel good, but this is sooo good.” Within minutes, she was ready to come again, but before she could, I pulled out and begged her to completely strip. She had kept her bra on.
As Amy shucked her padded bra, I hungrily eyed her intriguing, tiny tits. She was a 34AA—which meant she was pancake flat—but what Amy lacked in bulk she more than made up for in the heightened sensitivity of her small nipples and their puffy, penny-size areolae. She panted rapidly when I gently nipped at one delicate cherry blossom with my lips and, by the time I began to lick circles around her other sweet strawberry, she was shuddering as if freezing.
Her body soon shook uncontrollably as another climax tore through her.
Spent by her intense release, Amy slipped limply into my arms. I kissed her passionately, then positioned her on her knees on the soft carpet. Kneeling behind her, I told her to reach back and spread her luscious vagina for me. Amy did so and remained in this position as I fondled her exposed, sweet delights. With Amy finally mine for the taking, I decided to push into her tantalizing hole. I began to fondle her tiny, flowering cunt, easing my index finger into the knuckle.
She squirmed so much that I thought she had had enough. When my hand strayed to her fiery clit, however, Amy groaned, “No! Don’t move.” Then she moaned, “I want you inside me!” With her upended ass bumping into my belly, I pressed steadily forward into her indescribably tight hole. When I entered her, Amy gasped repeatedly, then shoved a hand between her legs. As she frantically fingered her love button, her hips began to rock back and forth, and I was amazed as her tightly stretched pussy slowly devoured every inch of my cock. Suddenly she emitted a high-pitched cry, and writhed in the throes of a long, powerful orgasm. With her hot buns slapping hard against me, I shot my wad, too, and her constricting cunt madly milked me dry. We collapsed on the floor. After a few speechless minutes, Amy crawled into my lap, took my limp dick in her hands and said, “You’re everything I imagined you’d be . . . and more!” With that, A
my lowered her head to lick me clean, sucking me vigorously until my dick was as hard as a rock, filling her sensuous mouth. Then, playfully looking up at me, she removed my cock from her lips, and with her slender fingers wrapped around and sliding on my thickness, seductively asked if I was ready for more. Much to her disappointment, I told this wanton wench it was time to get ready for dinner.
Dinner was in a dark corner booth of the hotel’s restaurant. The plunging neckline of her dress gave me a clear view of her pink rosebuds—she’d left both bra and panties back in our room. After giving the waiter our orders, I eased her dress up over her lap. She pouted disapprovingly, looking over at the other tables to see if anyone was staring at us, but when I cupped the naked juncture of her delicious thighs, a lascivious smile appeared on her lips. Throughout dinner Amy wriggled and moaned softly, struggling to keep her composure as I played with her. I knew my touch really turned her on. When our waiter brought the check, she looked at him with lust-dazed eyes and sensuously licked her lips, leaning back to brazenly display my fingers buried in her hairless Oriental pussy. Smiling appreciatively, the waiter took a good, long look and asked that we please come again. Amy replied she would make sure we would come again and again.
Before I could close our room’s door back up on our floor, Amy was stark naked and had stripped me of my suit jacket. She nailed me with an openmouthed kiss, her tongue dancing in my mouth. Then she jerked down my pants to enjoy a healthy dessert portion of my cream-filled sweet roll. She grasped my swaying erection and led me like a helpless, panting puppy into our room and out to the balcony. There, in clear view of the adjacent rooms, Amy threw all her inscrutable reserve to the wind as she leaned against the railing and furiously ground her pelvis against mine. Then, placing a foot on a nearby sun chair, she teasingly spread her soft lotus petals with my red-hot poker, whispering urgently in my ear, “I’m so horny! Take me now!”
I looped an arm under her bent knee and pierced her soft, clinging vagina in one swift stroke. Amy’s eyes flew open, then slowly closed as I repeatedly withdrew my cock a very slow, tight inch and put it back in abruptly. She whimpered with each thrust, then grasped my shoulders and locked her legs about my waist. Like a woman possessed, she humped me until her celestial gates slid down to tightly seal my sword at its hilt. Throwing her head back, her hair whipping from side to side in her ecstasy, she came again and again. As she convulsed with intense orgasms, my hot lava burst into her aching pussy and mixed with her sizzling juices. My howls mingled with hers in the still night.
Although I have tried to see Amy several times since that night, she has steadfastly refused, holding firm to her original resolve. It’s been six months and I haven’t given up. This coming Saturday I’ll be at the same hotel and have told Amy I’ll be expecting her. I fervently hope she stops by! If she doesn’t, I will still always remember her fondly and her fantastic parting gift to my bachelorhood.
COITUS INTERRUPTUS
For twenty-five years I’ve been married to a lovely woman, whom I’ll call Linda. We have always maintained a very vigorous sex life, despite raising three children. During the early years of marriage we were able to utilize our children’s school hours and their grandparents’ baby-sitting availability to engage in some rather uninhibited sexual activities. Once our children had grown and moved away from home, we looked forward to relative peace and quiet so that we could really enjoy our X-rated movies on the VCR and the various sexual paraphernalia we’ve collected over the years, usually kept hidden in the back of the closet.
Unfortunately this was not how it turned out. Two of our children returned home due to marriage and money problems, and my mother-in-law, recently widowed and in poor health, came to live with us.
At first we accepted these circumstances with understanding and compassion, but as time passed both of us became increasingly frustrated at the lack of privacy or opportunity to pursue our sexual inclinations.
One evening last fall we were both in a particularly horny mood, and I suggested that we take a drive into the country outside our small Ohio town. My wife, knowing what I had in mind, liked the idea, and we headed out feeling like a couple of teenagers. A short while later I found a gravel road which seemed quite deserted. Because I have bucket seats and a center console in my car, we got into the backseat as soon as I parked.
It must have been the thrill of “parking” again after so many years, because both Linda and I were as aroused as we have ever been. After a very short period of foreplay, I had Linda’s blouse and bra removed, and she pulled her skirt up above her waist. My hand went between her legs to massage her pussy through her sheer panties. She was soaking wet and ready to be fucked. I unbuckled my belt and undid my zipper. My cock was like a rock and larger than I could remember it having been for a long time. I slid Linda’s panties down and positioned myself between her legs. But, just as I began to insert myself, I was blinded by a bright light shining in the window.
With a jolt, I jumped back from Linda and looked straight into the beam of a spotlight. “Excuse me,” said the officer, “may I see some identification?”
I was in a state of panic and mumbled something I don’t even remember. Reaching into my wallet, I offered him my driver’s license. As I did so, I was able to make out his face in the light of the full moon. The township had hired him just last month, and I had been on the review board. He recognized me and said, “I hate to interrupt, but you’d better move on, Mr. G. It’s not safe to park on these deserted roads.”
I thanked the officer for his concern and we waited for his car to pull out before we got dressed and drove away. I suggested a drink and we headed for our favorite pub to calm down and relax. After one drink and the start of a second it was obvious that we were both even hornier now and eager to finish what we had started. Then an idea struck me.
“Why don’t we go to my office? There won’t be anyone there at this hour, and Scott has a great leather sofa in his office.”
A few minutes later we arrived at the office complex where I work. We entered through the back and didn’t turn on any of the lights, in order to avoid arousing suspicions. There were security lights on in the halls that allowed us to see our way into Scott’s office. By the time we got there we were practically panting with desire as we made our way to the sofa. Once again I had Linda’s bra and blouse off in rapid order. She was so eager that she was pulling off her skirt and panties while I massaged her breasts and sucked her large, swollen nipples. I quickly removed my shirt, pants and shorts. Linda lay back on the sofa and stretched out full length as I moved between her legs. We were like animals in heat. There was no thought of further foreplay. In a voice from deep in her throat, Linda growled, “I want you to fuck me right now and I want it deep and I want it fast.”
I placed my engorged cock at the entrance to her cunt and began my first thrust. But before I had even completely entered her, I froze at the sound of keys in the outer office door and the clanging of metal buckets. My God, I realized, it’s the cleaning crew. Moving faster than I ever had on the tennis court, I threw on my shirt, shorts and pants in record time. Linda ignored her bra and panties and literally jumped into her skirt and blouse. I switched on the light and sat down at Scott’s desk just in time to catch Linda’s panties and bra, which she’d thrown to me to hide. I stuffed them into my pocket and started arranging papers on the desk, while she sat on the sofa and grabbed a magazine.
Seconds later the crew entered the office. “Working kinda late, aren’t you, Mr. G?” asked one of the two men.
I was still in a state of shock, but managed to mutter something about another long day. Unfortunately, as I spoke, I rose from the chair, and Linda’s panties fell from my pocket, landing on the floor in plain view of everyone in the room.
As Linda and I beat a hasty retreat from the office and headed for our car, we left the two of them staring at each other openmouthed.
As soon as we were in the car, we broke into hysterical laught
er from the absurdity of the whole evening. I suggested another drink, and we headed back to the same pub.
As we sat sipping, now hornier than ever, I told Linda in my best Bogart voice, “Here’s looking at you, kid, and somehow, some way, I’m going to get in a good fuck with you tonight!”
“I’ll drink to that,” responded Linda, and then her eyes lit up.
“I’ve got the perfect place!” she exclaimed. “Jackie and Charley are on vacation, and Jackie gave me the key to their house to check on it while they’re gone.”
Faster than a speeding bullet, we were back in the car heading for Jackie and Charley’s house. A short while later we let ourselves in and headed for their family room, where we knew a big, comfortable couch was waiting for us.
Our passions fueled by the excitement of being caught earlier, further stoked by the challenge of finding a “safe” place, we both felt like lust-crazed teenagers. By the time we got to the couch most of our clothes were off and my cock (which hadn’t really been soft for the past three hours) was bigger than ever.
We had just made it to the couch when the police arrived at the front door. Jackie had neglected to tell Linda that they had installed a silent burglar alarm the previous week.
As before, we went into what was far too quickly becoming a routine with us—a frenzied hurry-up-and-get-dressed drill.
The two investigating officers were polite and patient as we showed them the key and explained that we were checking on our friends’ house. Unfortunately my pants were still unzipped, Linda had her blouse on backwards and her hair was all over her face. To make matters worse, one of the officers was the same one who had found us earlier in the evening parked on the gravel road.
“I understand, Mr. G, I understand,” was all he could say. We could see him struggling not to laugh.
Since that fateful evening we have found two safe refuges, whose locations I certainly am not going to divulge. After our experience that evening, though, both Linda and I agree that the thrill of illicit sex and being caught in the act certainly adds zip to your sex life.
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