The first wish popped into my mind. “I wish your skirt would disappear along with your shirt, leaving you with nothing on except your panties,” I said. Her reply was, “Your every wish is my command.”
God, was I hard at the sight of her translucent white bloomers! All I could think of was burying my face in that soft blonde bush of my newfound genie. Next she pleaded, “Make another wish, master,” and all I could think of was for her to spread her legs and beg me to kiss her pussy. She readily obliged, saying, “Kiss it, master. Drink my come, master. Oh, master, please drink my come.”
By now I couldn’t resist anymore. I had to have her! I tore her undies from her hot pleading thighs and went down on her. Kissing her inner thighs, I found pussy juice already streaming down them. I became aware of her delicate and irresistible feminine odor as I then dove into her golden-hued muff and quickly found her throbbing love-button!
Fran begged me to show her what us Italian guys are all about, and you can bet I did. Driven by pure passion and lust, I grabbed her by her hips with both hands and thrust my pointed tongue deep into her burning cunt! She bucked and screamed at the top of her lungs as I worked my tongue in and out of her. My Dago nose was bumping against her clit in rhythm to the song coming from the radio, “Too Fast for Love” by Motley Crüe!
We never did make it to the bedroom, but when I told her that she should make a wish, she said, “Fuck me, master! Come in me!” I felt I owed it to her, so right there on the floor, I climbed aboard and shot the mother load deep inside her. All I can say now is that our two-and-one-half-month-old son must have gotten his looks from his mom. He’s already a little stud and, with his blond hair and blue eyes, I know he’s gonna be capable of driving women wild!
BACKSEAT DRIVER
I was eighteen and so was she. I had loved her since eighth grade. We lived in a small town in the hills of northern Minnesota.
I loved her from a distance, without sexual overtones, until one hot summer day. Then, one day in July, she was walking down Main Street with a friend as I came out of the drugstore. I think my heart stopped as I stood spellbound, watching her. She had the most beautiful tan I’d ever seen. She was wearing black shorts and a white halter. As she walked by and out of sight, I felt the first true stirring of desire in my loins. This was the first time I’d felt any great need to have sex with a woman.
From that day forward, my love for her was accented by a burning sexual desire, which I did not fully understand. Virtually every night I masturbated while fantasizing about her and her beautiful black shorts.
It was later in our senior year before we ever dated. I was always too shy to ask her out. She had been going with the “rich kid” in town since she was a freshman. I’d remained a virgin. Athletics and schoolwork had dominated my time, for I hoped to earn a scholarship to a major university. Through it all, though, my total and burning love for her never waned.
Then, in December, at a school dance, she came up to me and said, “Aren’t you ever going to ask me out?” I was very embarrassed and mumbled something stupid. She took my hand and said, “Come on, let’s dance.” The band was playing a medley of slow pieces and, as we danced, I felt my cock rising against my zipper. I almost died of embarrassment when my swollen member brushed against her leg every now and then. Slowly she began to press her beautiful, slender body against me until my erection was impressed against her abdomen. The ballroom (actually our school gym) seemed almost nonexistent to me. All I could think about was her sexy body and the sensations awakening in my cock. I heard my voice saying, “I love you,” and I heard her repeat the words after me.
I’m not certain how we got there, but we were soon in the backseat of my ’57 Ford, frantically feeling each other’s body and kissing without letup.
She wasn’t very experienced but knew far more than I did. She became a playful leader while I did little more than writhe and moan in anticipation. She undid her blouse and bra and her small, white, beautiful jutting breasts were suddenly mine to see. They were delicately traced with what remained of her summer tan. My breath came in uneven gasps as she pulled my face to them. I heard myself uttering the word “fuck” as I nibbled, licked and sucked her hardened nipples. She laughed gleefully and said, “Let’s take off our clothes.”
The sight of her naked body was almost more than I could bear. She was beautiful beyond my hottest dream of her. The whiteness of her lower belly contrasted sharply with the large V of soft, dark, curly hair below. My cock was so hard as I gawked at her naked body that I thought it would break. She softly touched the end of it and said, “You’re losing your oil.” Looking away from her pussy for a moment, I saw the droplets of pre-come falling one by one from the tip of my throbbing cock.
She slowly lay down on the seat and spread her legs so that I could see the pink between her pussy lips as they parted for me. She gently pulled me onto her and, as I swung one of my legs over her, my cock rubbed against her thigh. Immediately I started squirting come all over her legs and stomach. I gasped and moaned in ecstasy as my cock released all my pent-up desire. Before I finished coming, she placed my cock into her sweet pussy and I felt like the world could end at that moment without any regrets on my part.
I came twice more before pulling my cock from her love-nest. We kissed and talked for hours afterward and I managed two more orgasms, perhaps more aptly described as two painful spasms from an aching but lustful and quite empty cock.
WHEELS OF FORTUNE
I’m in my early twenties, stand five feet eleven inches tall, and have a muscular build, which is lucky for without it I would never have survived that strenuous and exciting night. It started at a party. Since most of my friends were working or out of town, I figured I’d have to go by myself and just play wallflower. Boy, was I wrong! Some people that I knew showed up, and before long, we were knee-deep in a drinking game. The game was going into extra innings when I decided I’d better cool it since I had to drive home. So I got up and literally ran into a girl I’d known in high school. We started talking, but it became increasingly harder to hear what she was saying as the party grew livelier. She suggested we go for a walk. We did, and it was really pleasant, but it ended far too soon—before I’d had a chance to do anything. In hopes it would lead somewhere, I offered her a ride to her dorm. I parked my cycle in the lot behind the building, where she got off and started to go, then abruptly turned around and came back to push me gently onto my motorcycle seat. While I sat there stunned, she knelt quickly between my legs, unzipped my fly, and pulled out my quickly hardening cock.
“I can never resist a gentleman,” she said, more to my throbbing dick than to me, before she kissed it lightly. Her lips were so soft and caressing as she slowly slid her mouth up and down my manhood, her warm tongue lapping from the base all the way to the head of my dick. It wasn’t long before I sent my come shooting down her hungry throat, while I stifled my moans and grunts in my hands. As carefully as she could, she slipped my dick back into my pants and zipped me up. When she stood up, she ran her tongue over her lips and captured an escaping drop of come from the corner of her mouth so seductively that I was instantly hard again. She gave me a peck on the cheek and hurried off. As I stood there stunned but satisfied, I heard someone clapping behind me. I laughed to myself and got the hell out of there to return to the party. The night was still young and I badly needed a drink.
I was just getting off my cycle when I saw that my roommate had joined the party. He was talking with a blonde who displayed a very full set of breasts and a beautiful round ass. I said, “Hello,” and she smiled. When she saw my helmet in my hand, her smile evolved from friendly into excited rather quickly. She immediately asked if she could go for a ride, and who am I to refuse such a request?
I drove her around the neighborhood for a while, going fast enough to make her clutch my waist and press her warm, firm breasts against my back. Looking for a place where we could be alone, I parked in a dark schoolyard and asked her if s
he would like to check the place out. She quickly agreed as we walked into the shadows. Within a second I had covered her fabulous tits with my hands and pressed my lips against hers in a passionate kiss. Moving my hands across her flat stomach to her crotch, I caressed her wet pussy through her jeans, making her breathe faster and more heavily. I was kissing her neck and ear when she whispered rather forcefully into my ear that she wanted me to take my pants down right then because she wanted to do it. Again, who am I to argue? Moving deeper into the shadows, I yanked my pants to my ankles and eagerly sat down on the steps, while she hurriedly removed her pants and dripping panties. She nearly jumped on top of my rock-hard cock, and before I could catch my breath, she was rocking back and forth so hard that I thought she was going to rip my dick off. Just as I was falling in time with her rhythm, she started to buck and moan and scream in the throes of passion. Suddenly a car’s headlights flashed over us. She gathered her senses and as fast as she had taken her clothes off, she just stepped back into them, leaving me sitting there with my pole waving in the breeze. I reluctantly put my clothes on and drove her back to the party, where she thanked me and disappeared into the house.
Feeling frustrated, I walked into the house and ran into the hostess of the party, a girl I had been seeing on again and off again for the past several months. Lynn asked if we could go somewhere private to talk. After twenty minutes of riding through the deserted streets, we came to a desolate part of town. I parked the cycle, wondering what she would do this time. She didn’t disappoint me. As always happens when she drinks and rides a motorcycle, she was hornier than hell. No sooner had I stepped off my bike than she had wrapped one arm around my waist and was desperately massaging my cock through my pants with her other hand. Not willing to be left out, I quickly began massaging her soft, ample tits and pulling her shirt and bra up around her shoulders. I flicked my tongue teasingly around her swollen nipples, which usually drives her crazy. She was getting so worked up that she could barely talk without gasping for breath, and I wasn’t all that steady either, especially with her hand inside my pants fervently pulling and stroking my cock. So we both zipped up and straightened up before racing back to her house.
When we got there, the party had died down considerably, and she led me rather sternly through what was left of the crowd to her bedroom. Once the door was shut, she quickly helped me remove my clothes, then slowly and seductively stripped off her own. Totally naked, she playfully leapt onto her water bed with her legs spread wide and her head thrown back. Taking my cue, I eased between her legs and slowly kissed and nipped my way from her toes up her long, luscious legs. Licking teasingly around her steaming cunt, I continued to her navel, which I tickled with my tongue, making her laugh. Then I trailed my tongue across her stomach, leaving traces of hot, hungry saliva, and ascended to her breasts, which were heaving with excitement. I kissed her more forcefully around her nipples, up to her earlobes and back down to her right nipple, which I suddenly sucked into my mouth, making her gasp with pleasure.
Just when I sensed she was on the verge of coming, I stopped and slowly trailed kisses to her pouting cunt lips. I sucked on one lip, pulling gently before moving to the other, then plunged my tongue deep within her pussy. Her body tightened as I fucked her with my tongue, brought her to the edge of another orgasm, and then stopped again, lightly kissing her clit as she cooled down. When she was calm enough, I started sucking her clit and playing with her nipples with both hands. This time I didn’t stop. I sucked and nipped and licked her clit until she wrapped her legs so tightly around my head that I could hardly breathe. Finally, with a trailing scream, she came. Her sweet wetness had only partly quenched my thirst.
Prying my head from the vise grip of her legs, I quickly shoved my cock as deeply as possible into her still-quivering cunt. Lynn instantly dug her fingertips into my back and shoulders as I pumped away, bringing her just to the brink, then easing away until she screamed for me to fuck her and not stop. That I did. I fucked her until I felt my balls tighten and shoot my hot load deep within her pulsating, gripping pussy. We collapsed for a short rest before feasting on the second course and the third and the fourth. . . .
I don’t quite understand the magic appeal of motorcycles for some girls, but the two go together well enough to convince me that I’m never selling my bike.
THE NIGHT IS YOUNG
I’m in my mid-forties, with a Dolly Parton figure (though I am a flaming redhead) which I’m very proud of. I still get admiring glances from men of all ages.
One weekend last summer, my son asked if he could bring his college roommate home to spend the weekend. I said sure and when they showed up, I was sitting by the pool in my bikini.
As Mike, the roommate, was introduced, his eyes roamed unashamedly over my body and I blushed in mingled embarrassment and pleasure that this young man was so obviously attracted to me. I suggested that they join me by the pool, and when they returned I could see that Mike was a fine specimen of young manhood. He had a body like Michelangelo’s David, as perfectly proportioned as a Greek god, and there was a bulge in his swimsuit that left no doubt that he was very well-endowed.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Mike’s body as he dived into the pool and swam around. I must admit that my son’s roommate had begun to inspire some very naughty thoughts in my mind.
After the swim, my son announced that he had a date and would be out late. He invited Mike along and said he could get an extra girl, but Mike said he was tired and had some studying to do for a summer course he was taking. He’d just stay here this evening and cram if I didn’t mind, he added. I noticed the emphasis he put on the word “cram,” and it made me tingle in anticipation.
Since my husband was out of town on business, Mike and I were left alone that evening. It was a warm night, and I didn’t bother to change out of my bikini. Also, to be honest, I was really getting turned on by Mike’s obvious interest in my body and wanted him to keep getting a good look at everything I had.
I made some dinner and we discussed Mike’s schoolwork. He was a varsity track-and-field man and had won a number of events. I couldn’t resist asking him if he had a girlfriend. Mike just smiled and asked me if I really wanted to hear the whole story. I felt I might be taking this a bit too far but was too curious to resist, so I said yes.
Then Mike began to describe in graphic detail his quite numerous and really torrid sexual experiences with coeds and older women, too. He said he really liked older women, that they were infinitely superior to their younger sisters. This young stud had really been around!
He talked for over an hour, and I began to get horny as hell. He was really good at describing sex, and I felt my pussy getting wet.
Suddenly, without warning, he came over, put his arms around me and gave me a long soul kiss as he fumbled with my bikini top and then began to fondle my nipples.
I was hot as hell but realized this had gone far enough and began gently to push him away. His hand then dived into my bikini panties and his fingers found my clit. I have a clit the size of the tip of my little finger and it is incredibly sensitive. In the state I was in, his touch was like an electric shock. I moaned in pleasure and felt all my inhibitions vanish. Mike then kissed me, lifted me in his arms and carried me into the bedroom.
As he laid me on the bed, he was already pulling off my bikini panties. I was too far gone with frenzied lust to do anything more than mumble a feeble assent as he dived between my legs and began to eat me. He tongued my clit in an expert manner and brought me to a shattering orgasm almost immediately.
As I lay back panting, Mike dropped his trunks and revealed his monster meat—it was at least nine inches long, as thick as my wrist, with a beautiful upward curve. I’d never seen anything so magnificent—or as appealing.
Before I had a chance to say a word, he had raised my legs above my shoulders and inserted just the tip in my dripping pussy.
He slowly began to pump just the head of his cock in and out of my puss
y. It was driving me crazy—I ached to have the whole thing inside me.
Finally, I could bear it no longer and asked him to shove it in all the way. Mike just smiled and told me to tell him how much I wanted him to fuck me. The bastard knew how much I wanted him and was going to tease me, but I needed him so badly I went along with his game.
Soon I began to get crazy with lust and begged him to fuck me. In one great thrust, Mike rammed his monster in me up to the hilt and then just held it there as I began frantically to squirm, begging him to screw me. As I came to a fantastic orgasm, he began pounding away for all he was worth and soon I could feel his cock spasm as he shot load after load in my love-box.
We just lay there for a while. Then Mike began slowly to ream out my aching cunt. He was still hard as a rock and he asked me if I would like him to frig my clit. I moaned my consent as he turned me over and slowly inserted himself, inch by inch, back into my willing pussy while he expertly fingered my clit. Soon I was heaving back against him as I approached another climax and his monster began to penetrate all the way into my cunt. We came almost at the same time in an incredible burst of ecstasy.
We had been fucking for nearly two hours and both needed a break, so I mixed some martinis as Mike took a shower. While Mike was in the bathroom, my son called and said he was spending the night with his girlfriend and wouldn’t be home until the next afternoon. I told him that was just fine and joined Mike in the shower to tell him the good news. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other in the shower, and after washing each other off and drying, we adjourned to the living room. Mike put his arm around me on the couch as, totally nude, we sipped our martinis. Mike asked if I had any good videos and I blushed since my husband had quite a collection and I really got turned on watching them. I asked him what kind he liked and he said orgy scenes.
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