Sure enough, my aunts weren’t gone five minutes and she came over. She seemed a bit nervous, and I made jokes to try and relax her a bit. I chose the front bedroom so we would be able to hear if anyone came around.
We went in, closed the door and pulled down the shades. She sat on the bed, a very apprehensive look on her face. I pulled off my shirt, shoes and pants, leaving on only my undershorts. I sat next to her and started to unbutton her shirt. When I got to the last button she stopped my hands and took a deep breath. I knew I’d better slow down or I’d scare her away. I spent some time kissing her and gently massaging her back, loosening her up. After a few minutes of that she didn’t try to stop me as I slipped her shirt off her body, seeing her very small breasts.
I leaned over, moistened my lips with my tongue and kissed her on the mouth. She moaned. I kissed her again, longer, harder, opening my mouth slightly. As she responded to my kisses, I undid her bra. I flicked my tongue over her lower lip. She responded by opening her mouth and letting the tip of her tongue touch mine. She was getting into it now as I slipped her bra off, revealing breasts the size of small oranges, with very large nipples.
By this time my dick was hard and poking out of my shorts. Very gently I pushed her down on the bed so her feet were dangling over the side. I moved up and started kissing her again. Very soon she had opened her mouth and was receiving my tongue and giving me some of hers. I pulled away from her and started on her breasts. She couldn’t take much of this before she started rolling and bucking on the bed. I moved my head down to her thigh and started working my way up to her pussy. By the time my hand reached her crotch, she was shaking.
I got up. I unbuttoned her shorts and, in one motion, pulled them and her panties off. She lay before me, a virgin waiting for whatever came next. I started rubbing her body, never once touching her pussy. She had long, strong, slender legs, a flat stomach and a small bush of black hair. My kisses started again. I worked my way up to her pussy, once again not touching it. By the time I got there she was a bundle of rolling, rocking, feminine spasms. Finally she asked me to touch her, which I proceeded to do with first my fingers, then with my tongue. She orgasmed and let out a high-pitched scream that should have brought the police. Not only had she never been sucked before, this was her first orgasm. She freely admitted to having rubbed her pussy a few times, but she had always stopped well short of climax.
After she had rested we started talking about what we had done. She was still a virgin and my dick was still very hard. I asked her to jerk me off, all the while explaining to her what was going to happen. She was fascinated with the prospect. I took over just before shooting and directed my come onto her naked thighs. She was delighted with having my semen all over her. I told her it was all protein. I got some on my finger and sucked it down. I asked her to do the same. She did, evidently liking it.
I put my dick, still very erect, into her mouth. She took it willingly and proceeded to suck on it. It wasn’t long before I was once again shooting, and she took all of it, giving a little of it back to me in a kiss.
This ended the first day of her “schooling” but not her education. A short while later I popped her cherry, and we were soon fucking regularly. I also showed her how to 69. The only problem was whenever she came she’d really scream her head off. We always had to fool around in out-of-the-way places to avoid being found out.
Then she moved away to the city. I saw her again, five years after our affair had come to an end. She told me she was living with a beautiful young woman who was her lover.
So much for modern education.
CLEAN AND SUPPLE
While touring the western Pacific as a U.S. marine, I encountered numerous exotic playthings that greatly inspired my lust for the erotic. Even though each was outstanding in her own way, one sensei (master) allowed me, her young pupil, a brief glimpse into the window of pure eroticism. Travel through southeast Asia was no new experience, considering I’d spent the better part of my twenty-two years growing up in third-world countries.
Our ship had been anchored off of Pattaya, Thailand, for four days when my friend Carl and I decided to take a much-needed break from all the drinking and carousing. We were searching for a nice, secluded massage parlor when we stumbled upon the fabled “Sabailand.”
Our resident expert guided us through a maze of candle-lit tables and nude statues. We turned a corner in the parlor and I felt my lungs constrict sharply as my eyes viewed the most incredible sight I had ever seen. Of course, my lungs weren’t the only part of my anatomy to respond to the vision before me. There, separating me from Valhalla, were three plate-glass windows. Behind the windows, in various colorful stages of undress, were seventy-five of the prettiest women I’d ever seen. Discs numbered from seven to two hundred fifty-nine were pinned on the girls’ fishnet bikini bottoms and elaborate silk teddies, which barely left anything to the imagination. I hastily asked our guide if he could bring me a glass of native beer while I regained my composure and scanned the faces and bodies for the one girl that would satisfy my intense hunger.
After I finished my beer, I’d made my decision. Upon my request the guide walked up to the windows and, through an intercom, requested that number two hundred twenty-six relinquish her spot on the carpeted dais and meet her new customer. After allowing us only to exchange a mere few words and names with the ladies of our choice, the guide whisked Carl and me up an elevator to the third floor.
With a twist of a key and a flick of a switch I entered what could have only been a dream. In front of me was a large tile floor which led to a deep bathtub on my right. On my left was a massage table. As I imagined what was going to happen to me on the table, I felt a tap on my shoulder. In sexy, broken English, my little demigoddess explained that I was to undress and climb into the tub of soothing hot water. She laid down the air mattress she had brought in with her and slipped slowly out of her clothes to reveal her perfectly shaped breasts, supple waist and long slender legs.
I, too stunned to be at all embarrassed, saw the engorged head of my member protruding above the water while she commenced cleaning every inch of my body, paying close attention to my erogenous zones. Not a part of me was left unnoticed or untouched.
Next, she bade me to lie down on the air mattress while she concocted her mystical Asian potion. She had filled a basin with warm water and dumped a dozen or so bars of soap into it. Then she added a final, mysterious ingredient and then whipped up mounds of billowy, strawberry-smelling suds that she heaped upon my yearning body and hers.
Thus slicked down, she slid her body up and down my back while using her hands to further her massaging expertise. What followed were a myriad of yoga-type movements that left no doubt in my mind that she truly was a professional. Placing one muscular leg under my body and clamping down with the other, she massaged my legs and loins with hers, leaving me breathless, relaxed and eager for more.
I then rolled over so that she was straddling me. Placing her hands on my shoulders she ground the insides of her thighs and her perfectly mounded mons up my involuntarily tightening stomach, over the crest of my chest and up higher.
As she resumed this motion back down my torso and onto my thighs I knew she was reaching that incredible crescendo. With her head thrown back and a low, earthy moan emitting from her lips she grasped my straining cock as if she were pulling herself out of the grip of a raging whirlpool. She seemingly tried to pull herself hand over hand up my rigid pole only to slide down again due to the soapsuds. Again and again she attempted this maneuver until she felt the cauldrons start to boil. Then, through half-closed eyelids and semiconsciousness, I realized she had stopped and was beckoning me to climb into the tub once again, where she rinsed off our soapy bodies.
And then, while I waited what seemed an agonizingly cruel eternity, she toweled us dry and led me by the hand to the massage table. When she beckoned me to lie down, I realized that I would soon turn to jelly if I let her massage me any more. I refused and
gently but firmly laid her down on the table.
Slowly spreading her supple thighs, I knelt poised—like a warrior preparing his coup de grâce on some fallen enemy—over her gaping vagina, slickened now with more than just soapsuds. And with more energy than a tiger leaping on its prey, I plunged into her waiting depths. My pulsating pillar of manhood showed no mercy, having been denied its just reward for so long, as I thrust in and out of those gripping walls . . .
. . . And as the fireworks of the two hundred and tenth July Fourth blinded me, she screamed the voice of thousands caught in the path of an erupting volcano, as my lavalike semen coursed through her womb.
I’m on my way back to Thailand in four months and can’t wait to see my sensei again. There’s nothing like a really good bath.
OVEREXPOSED
One sunny Saturday, my morning was filled with errands. My last stop was a pet store specializing in exotic animals, to buy food for my Amazon parrot. I purchased the seed and asked the young man at the front counter about a problem I was having with my bird, who seemed to be losing his pep. The man directed me to the back of the store, where another, more knowledgeable clerk was working.
I saw a slender young redhead sitting on a stool in the back room, with a large white rabbit in her lap. Her bright green eyes were astounding, her smile radiant. Her natural red curls, with just the faintest golden highlights, softly framed her angelic face. She was a tiny creature, and looked so sweet sitting there, petting her furry white bunny.
I explained my parrot’s problem to her, and she asked me a few questions. She said I needed to pay more attention to him—to give him special treats and sing to him. She was friendly, so we began to talk at length about our mutual love for birds. I noticed two excellent, extremely well-lit photographs of exotic birds on the wall. When I admired them, she gave credit to her boyfriend, Toby, who she said was a professional photographer.
“Does he ever photograph people?” I asked.
“Quite often,” she replied. “I’ve modeled for him many times.”
“I’m considering having some nude photographs of myself taken,” I said. “I’d like a memento for my old age, and I won’t look like this forever.” I’m twenty-nine and have a terrifically sinuous body that I’ve always been quite proud of. I stand five feet five inches, have natural blonde shoulder-length hair, an ample bustline, a twenty-five-inch waistline, and I weigh one hundred and sixteen pounds.
I continued to converse with the comely redhead, and she gave me her boyfriend’s business card and insisted that I call him. We smiled and waved good-bye, and I took a lingering look at her standing in the doorway. Beneath her thin cotton blouse she was braless. The rays of sunlight streaming in surrounded her creamy, flawless skin as if it were an aura, making her appear even more angelic.
That evening, at a drive-in, in my boyfriend Marc’s car, I explained to him my desire to have some nude photos taken of myself. I unzipped his pants and rubbed his cock gently, teasing his balls with my fingertips. Marc has a masterful cock. He’s also an expert at cunnilingus. He moaned as I ran my tongue along the ridges of his cock and over its head. When I described the little redhead from the pet shop to him, he got really hard. Right through my tight blouse, he placed his lips over my left nipple and sucked at it. He told me that having the photos done was a great idea, but he wanted to come along to watch.
“I want to make sure that Toby doesn’t get the wrong idea,” he said.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I replied, teasing.
He reached under my blouse and unsnapped my bra, freeing my breasts. He then lifted my skirt and, with his usual precision, slipped his roaring engine into me. I trembled and came instantly—we hadn’t been together for almost a week. Marc took his time and continued to stroke me slowly, like a pro. But then the second feature started and we wanted to watch it, so he licked and nipped at my erect nipples until I came a second time. He plunged his engine even deeper into my wet pussy before he exploded wildly.
I waited a day before calling Toby. He sounded professional and enthusiastic on the phone, so we set a date for a photo shoot the following Saturday, and he gave me his address.
When Saturday rolled around, Marc and I drove to the address Toby had given me. It was a large duplex apartment along a cul-de-sac in a wholesome suburban neighborhood. The redhead answered the door when we knocked, and introduced herself.
“Hi, I’m Audrey. We didn’t get around to introductions when we met in the store last week.”
“Nice seeing you again, Audrey. I’m Gina, and this is Marc.”
“Welcome, both of you,” she beamed, and opened the door to let us in.
She walked barefoot across the plush navy rug. The furniture was all white and soft beige. She wore cutoffs, and a hint of her round, white ass was visible. She told us to have a seat and said she’d be back in a minute with something cold to drink. When she turned to leave the room, I noticed Marc’s eyes following her, sizing her up seductively.
“She’s even better looking than you described,” he said carefully.
“Almost supernatural,” I said to myself, wondering if I should have left Marc home.
I may have been imagining this, but when she returned with our drinks, it looked as if another button on her blouse was undone. She was wearing a thin cotton blouse similar to the one she had been wearing when I first met her, but this time I could clearly see the texture and color of her small red nipples sticking up underneath. She was dressed very provocatively for one with such an angelic aura, which only made her more intriguing.
“Why don’t we go into the studio? It’s cozy there too.” she said in a relaxed voice.
There was one black wall and one white wall in the photography studio. Equipment was set up in the far corner. Toby turned and smiled at us, but was busy adjusting the lights, so he didn’t say anything. Huge, overstuffed black-and-white pillows were scattered all over the floor. Audrey plopped down on one of them and patted the pillows on either side of her.
“Have a seat. Relax. Toby likes to combine his photo sessions with a party atmosphere. You’ll get much better pictures if you’re not nervous,” she explained. She lit up a joint and passed it to me. “I think you’ll appreciate a few tokes of this,” she said.
“I’ll be okay,” I said as I took a bit. “I’ve had more medical students gawking at me in my gynecologist’s office.”
I passed the joint back to Audrey. Toby moved in front of me with his camera and said to me softly, “Take your clothes off now, okay? Or would you like to do some poses half-clothed?”
“That would be nice, but this is all I have on,” I answered, and lifted my form-fitting jersey dress over my head. I never wear underwear, and had on only a single garter and high heels.
Audrey and Marc sat down together in the corner. I began to pose, first lying down, then sitting in a ladylike manner. But Toby walked over to me, tapped my knees so that my legs fell open and quickly took a shot of my snatch.
“Those aren’t the kind of shots I had in mind,” I said, shocked.
“That was just for fun,” he laughed.
Then he took pictures of my naked body from many angles—shots from behind as I knelt or stood, and side views of my breasts and erect nipples. Then I got down on all fours and he took close-ups of my tits from every imaginable angle. I wet my finger and rubbed it over the tips of my nipples to make them glisten. We were having so much fun that we barely noticed that Marc had taken Audrey’s shirt off and was playing with her tits.
When Toby asked me to stand up for some full frontal shots, I instantly froze. So he said to Audrey, “Could you break it up there for a minute and help her with this?”
Audrey walked over to me slowly and pulled my body close to hers, kissing me on the lips. When she tongued my mouth I put my arms around her. She reached down and placed her delicious lips on my tit, while I reached for her pointed breasts and perky nipples, which were still warm from Marc’s ho
t hands. I helped her take off her panties, then rubbed my hand over her furry little box. I sucked luxuriously on one hardening nipple while gently holding her other breast in my hand. We rubbed our pussies together to excite each other’s clit.
Audrey put her hand between my legs and fingered my slit. She opened my red-hot pussy lips with her thumb and little finger, and tapped her middle finger erratically against my slippery flesh. She slid her finger into my pussy while she pulled my pleasure orbs to her mouth and sucked them like a hungry little kitten. We sank onto the pillows, and she held her sweet-smelling snatch open so that I could explore it with my lips and tongue.
I had eaten pussy only once before, but I rolled my tongue in circles around her hot box and licked her clitoris until it glistened. Suddenly I sensed how steamy the room was getting. Toby was frantically snapping photos, and when I looked over at Marc, I saw that he had taken off all his clothes. His penis was standing straight out, and though I’ve deep-throated him many times, I had never seen his virile instrument this huge before. As he watched Audrey run her smooth fingers over my body, he began to stroke himself impatiently. She leaned toward me and ran her tongue along my belly up to my chest, where she sucked fervently on each of my nipples. It felt great.
Marc approached us as I reclined on the pillows. Audrey’s fiery mouth was still sucking away at my tit, where she contented herself until my nipple and her lips seemed to be one. I cupped my hands around her breasts and gently shook them; the shimmying made her nipples even harder. I noticed Marc’s eyes on her tight little ass and I thought he was going to fuck her from behind. I would have loved to watch him fuck her doggie-style while she and I kissed and fondled one another. But instead, Marc joined Audrey, sucking my other breast into his mouth.
Suddenly, Marc and Audrey were locked in an embrace, French-kissing passionately. I took this opportunity to slide between Audrey’s legs again. With my tongue I parted the silky, golden-red curls of her pretty pussy lips and let my teeth glide over her throbbing clitoris. I sucked deeply until I was light-headed. When I looked up, I saw that they were still kissing, and Marc was massaging her supple white tits with his beautifully tanned hands.
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