Her spasms brought on my own crisis, and I poured come into her. She bent down and whispered that she’d postpone my punishment for coming without permission, but I must eat her clean, which I proceeded to do quite willingly.
They unwrapped me and led me to the shower to clean up, and we sat for a while in their living room over coffee, with them teasing me for not believing Maya in the first place. When I left, they all kissed me and said they’d see me in class. “And maybe after?” one of them called, as I went down the walk to my car. “Any time,” I called back, waving, still scarcely believing my luck.
—Mr. F.E., Spokane, Washington
Lucky Law Student Loses His Briefs to Shapely Classmate
I am currently studying law at a well-known university. As you can imagine, my sex life has been somewhat limited because of the amount of work that I must do. However, things took a definitely brighter turn when I met Carrie, a tall, slim brunet, in one of my classes. She has large, firm breasts and a tight, round ass. Her best features are her long legs, which seem to go on forever. Though I have been told that I am quite handsome, I didn’t really think Carrie would be interested in me.
That belief changed radically one day last month when a group of girls and us guys got together for a game of touch football. The sight of all those girls, especially Carrie, running around in tight shorts with their breasts jiggling under their T-shirts was enough to set me burning with desire. During the key play of the game I was running with the ball when Carrie, in an attempt at a tag, tripped and fell on top of me. I sensed her surprise and interest when she felt the unmistakable bulge in my shorts.
After the game we went to my apartment for an impromptu party. Everybody was relaxed and feeling good. I noticed Carrie staring at me and occasionally licking her lips in a suggestive manner. This reinforced my hopes of getting it on with her. At the end of the party she gave me her address and asked if I’d come over in a couple of hours, when she’d be ready for me. I couldn’t believe my good fortune.
When she greeted me at the door my mouth fell open and I nearly swallowed my tongue. There she was, a living sex bomb about to go off at any moment! She was wearing a soft blue negligee with a plunging neckline that showed off her ample breasts. The only other thing she had on was a pair of see-through panties. It was almost impossible for me to restrain myself. Seeing my reaction, Carrie smiled wickedly and invited me in. We had some wine, and soon enough we were kissing, our tongues merging in a deep embrace of passion. I fondled her breasts and she gasped, moving away and leading me into the bedroom.
After undoing my belt buckle, she pulled my pants down and whimpered appreciatively as my exposed cock rose to meet her. She took it in her hands and I gasped with pleasure. Those lovely eyes of hers grew wide, and she smiled, licked her lips, and lowered her head to engulf my entire erection. Her head bobbed teasingly on my member as I groaned and urged her on. When she sensed my approaching orgasm, she lifted her head and began to tongue my balls while rolling my foreskin back and forth. Then she trailed her way back to my cockhead and sucked hard. I was absolutely in heaven upon seeing this beautiful creature giving herself to me so totally.
Carrie licked and sucked me for well over a half-hour, taking me to the brink of orgasm, but never allowing me to release my load. Finally sensing my frustration, she increased her tempo and used her hands to pump me furiously. I buried my fingers in her hair and lost myself in her beauty. I let out a deep moan of gratitude as my come finally shot out in bursts of pleasure. There was so much of it that she wound up licking it from her hands as well as from my shaft.
After a moment’s rest I wanted to return the favor. I started by showering her face with passionate kisses. She whimpered when I nibbled her ear and softly licked its whorls. Then I moved down to her beautiful breasts and lovingly sucked on them. She murmured for me to suck harder, and when I bit her nipple while flicking her clitoris with my finger, she convulsed into spasms of ecstasy. I was surprised and delighted by how easily she came, but that was only the beginning.
I inched down to her well-trimmed mound, licking her thighs to prolong the sweet suspense. When she was begging, I dove into her womanhood and lapped up her juices like a man eating ripe fruit. My face was drenched with her arousal; I was drowning as she led me deeper and deeper into her wetness. Savoring the taste, I worked my tongue as far as I could into her cunt. Carrie was about to come again, so I flicked her clitoris rapidly with my tongue and inserted a moistened finger into her ass. She came violently, almost dislodging my relentless mouth.
After a post-coital cigarette, Carrie licked and sucked me to another raging hard-on, turning her body so that I could feast again on her pussy. I licked her pouting lips and ran my tongue along the full length of her cleft, making her shiver as I licked the sweet flesh between her vagina and her asshole. She came again, in waves. I loved how easily she climaxed!
Rolling on top of her, I thrust my cock into her with one powerful lunge. Carrie’s eyes widened with every stroke. For once, I was glad that the only way I can really come effectively is to pump my foreskin lightly and rapidly back and forth over my cock. This now became an asset, and my phenomenal staying power drove her to orgasm after orgasm. Finally, and a little hesitantly, she asked me to stop, and I pulled out my still-erect member. She said she hoped she hadn’t frustrated me and began happily sucking me to climax, pumping my cock with her hands. We drifted off to sleep, with Carrie still clutching my cock.
At that moment I thought I was the happiest man in the world, but as our relationship has progressed it has gotten even better. We are planning to live together after we graduate from law school and set up as partners when we pass the bar. Life is great!
—Mr. N.T., Cambridge, Massachusetts
Tow-Truck Dispatcher Accidentally Overhears Couple Speeding Toward Shattering Orgasms
I’m a twenty-three-year-old female graduate student who is studying music at a small university in Manhattan. Since I’m out on my own, I try to keep costs down by renting a studio apartment in Brooklyn—one of the “other” boroughs, which means being far away from campus activities, not to mention convenient campus employment. Between practice sessions (my primary instrument is violin) and going to class, I found that holding down a day job was more than difficult—it was impossible.
Most of my dorm room-dwelling friends are engaged in more noble part-time endeavors, like tutoring fellow students or spending their free moments volunteering at soup kitchens, but I cannot afford to be so virtuous. So when my next-door neighbor, Joe, offered me the chance to work as the night dispatcher for his towing company, I readily accepted. And it was because of my new job that I was recently able to sample a different kind of “night music.”
After apprenticing for two weeks in the busy, Bensonhurst office of Joe’s company, I was familiar with many of the drivers and knew how to operate the two-way radio and monitor the emergency frequencies with our illicit scanner. It’s my job to send a truck to anyone who calls in for service or, as is usually the case at night, listen in on the police precincts’ reports and send out a driver to the scene of an accident.
On my first night alone, I was working in a tiny office in the posh area of Mill Basin. Most of the area’s residents are well to do. Their gorgeous homes are complete with docks in the back, so they can go sailing off into the bay during sultry summer nights. Joe had told me that most of my work in this office would be call-ins; that’s because the streets here are filled with family-style station wagons and luxury cars, not the joy-riding rabble-rousers you might find in Bensonhurst.
The day dispatcher had warned me that the air conditioner was on the fritz, so I arrived for work in my denim cutoffs and a lightweight cotton tank top. The day had been blistering hot, and I wore my blonde hair in a ponytail gathered at the back of my neck. Voting for my comfort, I didn’t wear any underwear. My breasts were covered with a sheen of sweat, my nipples jutting out against the thin material. My freshly washed hair
had begun slipping out of my barrette and the loose strands clung to my neck.
I readied myself for the evening, grabbing an ice-cold soda out of the fridge and settling down to begin the graveyard shift. The perspiration ran in slow drips between my breasts as I tapped my fingernails on the table and waited for a call. Even though the window was open, the only thing that flowed inside the office were the chirping sounds of the crickets.
Deciding it was a slow night, I reached for the scanner to see if there was any ambulance-chasing to do. Turning the dial, I heard squeal after squeal turn into the voice of an operator announcing a fire here and there or a domestic disturbance call, but nothing I could use. I rolled the cold soda can along my forehead and let out a sigh. I continued cruising the frequencies and was startled to hear the sound of someone dialing a phone. I stopped to listen. After two rings a man answered with a sleepy hello.
“Hi, baby, it’s me,” said the caller, a woman with a whispering, sexy voice. “I’m so hot. I can’t sleep… I’m lying on my bed, not wearing a stitch of clothing.” I quickly realized that I must be picking up the conversation of someone using a cordless phone!
“I bet you look good, Maria,” the man answered, sounding as though that really woke him up.
“Do you know what else is burning up, Sam?” she asked. “My pussy is. It’s so hot and wet, it’s keeping me awake. And now I’m lying here thinking about your hard cock and how I’m dying to be fucked.” I sat up, suddenly very interested in my work. I placed the scanner on the table next to me.
“Tell me what you look like, sweetie,” Sam begged. I couldn’t wait to hear.
“I’m sitting back against soft pillows with my knees bent and my legs spread,” Maria said. I heard a lip-smacking noise as she continued. “And I just wet my finger and my thumb in my mouth so I can roll my nipple in between them and get it hard like a little pebble. Now I’m squeezing it—” there was a sigh as she paused. “Oh, and I’m thinking about you taking it between your lips.”
I pictured her in a dark bedroom with her hair scattered around her pretty face on the pillow. I could almost see her lips pursing as she moaned and fondled her full breasts. My nipples responded in sympathy with Maria, becoming firm points under the sheer cotton of my top. Leaning back in the chair, I lifted one breast out of the low-cut tank top and rubbed the soda can against it. The cold shock caused my pussy to clench as the first drops of wetness seeped out of my slit.
“I can picture your cock, honey. It’s growing bigger, isn’t it?” Maria panted into the phone. “Stroke it for me. Make it nice and hard.” I heard Sam breathe deeply and imagined that he was doing just that. I pictured him slim and tan, with black hair trimmed short in the back but with a lock that fell over his eyes in a sexy drape. I visualized a strong hand rubbing a heavy cock and smiled at the thought of it driving into me.
I heard Maria whimper and let out a small gasp. “What are you doing now, sweetie?” Sam asked, his breathing becoming heavy.
“I pushed my dildo inside me, and I’m fucking myself with it slowly, just like you do when you first slip inside me.” My throat was dry as I imagined Maria naked on her bed, a flesh-colored dildo glistening in the moonlight as she plunged it in and out of her tight cunt. I reached down and unsnapped my shorts, lowering the zipper slowly and quietly. I didn’t want to miss a word.
The heel of my palm rested on the soft fur of my pussy, and I reached a finger down to tap on my throbbing clitoris. My finger delved in between my folds and scooped up some wetness that was dripping down my slit. I rubbed my pink button in determined circles, wetting it with my juices. I felt a drop of perspiration run down my neck and tickle my spine as I concentrated on my hungry pussy. My eyes were closed, and I was rocking in time to the sex rhythm of my body.
Maria’s gasps picked up speed. “Oh, you’re fucking me so hard, Sam. You’re pounding into me,” Maria cried out. She must really be thrashing about, I thought, because I could hear her mattress squeaking beneath her. “Oh, please make me come.” Maria was whimpering with pleasure in time with Sam’s grunts on the other end of the line. He sounded as though he were working as hard as she was. And I was keeping up with them.
I frantically rubbed my clitoris, fingers getting lost in the rivers of my swampy cunt. My cries matched the plaintive wails of Maria as we both became helpless with our mounting passion. Her squeals soon became screams as she begged Sam to pull out and come on her breasts. His breathing was coming in short pants. I worked hard to time my orgasm with theirs.
Maria and I came simultaneously, with our cries and gasps in perfect stereo. Seconds later, I heard Sam announce, “I’m gonna go, baby,” his words punctuated with fractured gasps. He came with a groan and I pictured the thick, white ropes of his come covering Maria’s heaving breasts.
The noise of trilling crickets slowly filled the room again. I could barely make out the sound of the shallow breathing of my hot-talking lovers. After a few loving words, they said their good-byes and left me panting in my swivel chair.
Just then I was shocked into reality by the ringing phone. I grabbed it with my free hand while the other was still resting on my quivering pussy. It was Joe. “How’s it going?” he asked happily.
“Oh,” I answered, breathlessly, “I’m coming along fine.”
—Ms. N.R., Brooklyn, New York
Woman Wildly Aroused by Outrageous Conduct of Bold Young Couple
Dull, throbbing boredom stole over me like a creeping shadow, stifling and annoying beyond belief. I squirmed in my seat, filtering out the lecturer’s voice, and scanned the hall around me. Initially, I had thought the talk sounded promising, but it was turning out to be painfully dull. I was about to make my exit when I noticed them, in the corner of the hall, sitting together half hidden by a pillar. I can’t say what caught my eye—unless it was that theirs were the only two lively faces in the room. But they weren’t listening to the lecture any more than I was.
They were a magical couple, alive with barely controlled passion. I could see it in the way he stroked her bare arm as he pretended to listen to the lecturer’s droning, and in the way her eyes fluttered closed occasionally when his fingers moved near her breast. I was transfixed by the undercurrent of sexuality so beautifully evident in every gesture, every look exchanged.
Clearly, no one else had taken notice of them. Just enough light filtered behind their column to render their faces readable from my vantage point. My pulse quickened as I watched his hand boldly explore the curve of his partner’s breast. My breath grew shallow, and I slipped into her mind, feeling her throat tighten and her sex moisten. She seemed almost to swoon when his hand moved to rest on her bare knee. From there it inched under the hem of her short skirt.
I leaned forward, willing the man’s hand higher on her thigh so that my own pussy would feel its nearness. He was still moving, and the erotic smile on his face betrayed his thoughts. I fought a crazy impulse to moan and closed my thighs instinctively as I felt nectar oozing from my cunt. The lecturer’s drone served as a surrealistic soundtrack to the sexual drama unfolding under the noses of a hundred or more art students. I marveled at their daring. Was this something they did often? They seemed so relaxed and unconcerned.
Now the woman’s bosom rose and fell erratically, and my breathing matched hers. The desire to stroke myself became irresistible, but it was impossible. I settled for the mental masturbation of projecting myself into her mind and body. A spot on my right thigh began to burn where the man’s hand had stopped, and I could feel his tender but willful fingers stroking my naked flesh. I allowed my thighs to part slightly and silently coaxed him to move up toward my burning sex, and I caught a slight trace of my own erotic scent.
My hand crept to my breast, and before I was aware of it I was stroking my nipple. A cough behind me stopped me cold, though I hadn’t been seen. I glanced over behind the pillar, but the couple was gone. Frantically I gathered up my purse and slid from my seat, abandoning the lecture i
n desperate pursuit of the love-struck couple. Uncertain what I’d do if I found them, I was still eager to do so. I wanted more. I wanted to see them kiss and touch. I wanted to watch them make love.
It was dark and cool outside. I’d left my jacket in the car and thought of fetching it until it dawned on me that my nipples were not hard from cold but from something else. I was literally flirting with orgasm.
Then I saw them, walking briskly hand in hand. They laughed softly, sexily. As they moved, his hand cupped her high, perfect ass through her tight jeans, eliciting a sexy giggle. Their boldness was infectious, and I continued following. I was unfamiliar with this section of campus, and it was hard shadowing the couple up the winding path. They seemed headed for an open space, but suddenly they stopped.
I ducked behind a tall shrub. Moonlight haloed them as they embraced passionately. I could hear her soft whimpering as her lover’s hands started under her shirt, lifting the back of it as he caressed her. She whispered something to him, and they shuffled away from the path into the foliage. I stole forward and found the ideal angle. I could even hear their soft, husky voices as she protested that they could hardly do it here.
His answer was to unbutton her shirt and pull it back on her shoulders. He gently squeezed her breasts through her black bra and then released its clasp. She gasped, and he cupped her firm breasts, pressing his mouth to hers. My body was trembling. A tingling wave of carnal warmth moved from my core outward to my limbs. I could no longer resist, and I knelt, tracing the damp folds between my legs.
The man’s lips traced the graceful line of her neck and down to her breasts. As he nuzzled her soft flesh, it was as if I could feel his tongue flick my erect nipple, which I pinched through my blouse. My other hand was buried in my panties as I crouched, hidden. The woman moaned, and I whispered an echo.
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