Now it was my turn to be pleasured. We switched places, first repositioning the chair so that it was sideways to the window. Rachel looked into my eyes and told me that she was about to give me the best blowjob of my life. I knew that this was going to be unreal, because my wife always gives me fantastic head. I mean, this lady could suck-start a Harley Davidson!
Rachel knelt down before me and started to lick my thighs, then moved upward to my stomach and chest. She even sucked on my nipples, her fingers lightly tickling my balls all the while. My cock was twitching with anticipation. She then moved down again and gently flicked the tip of my cock with her tongue. By now my pre-come was flowing freely, and Rachel lapped it up as though she hadn’t had anything to drink in three days. Then she encircled the head of my cock with her lips and began to suck.
I was very excited, especially as I knew we were in plain view of the people below. This and my wife’s skillful ministrations made my cock throb in anticipation of my impending climax. Rachel’s head was bobbing faster up and down my shaft. Her right hand stroked the base of my cock while the other one played with my balls. Those balls were rapidly tightening, and I knew she could tell that I was about to let loose a giant eruption of jism. She sucked harder, swirling her tongue around my prick, inviting me to come in her mouth. It was too much. I fucked myself in and out of her mouth with lightning speed, until suddenly my orgasm hit me, and my prick fired its load like a cannon. Rachel swallowed as fast as she could, but there was so much jism that it overflowed from her mouth and dripped onto my stomach.
It was a very intense climax, but I knew that I was far from done. I pulled my still erect cock from her come-filled mouth and started to pump it with my right hand. Rachel was still swallowing. The last of my jism spewed onto her tits and she happily rubbed it into her flesh.
After Rachel licked me clean she said she wanted one more orgasm before I fucked her pussy. I sat her down and shoved the dildo back up her cunt, and men slid a finger up her tight little ass. I also put the massager on her clit and let her hold it in place while I dildo-fucked her pussy and finger-fucked her ass, alternating the strokes. This put her over, the edge in just a few minutes, and she screamed in ecstasy.
I then stood her up and had her press her tits up against the window while I prepared to fuck her snatch from behind. I lubed the head of my cock with her pussy juice and slowly sank my meat into her all the way to the hilt I could see our reflection in the glass as I banged her. She looked awesome, her hard nipples pressed against the cold glass window, her mouth open and moaning.
Suddenly I became aware of something moving on the balcony outside the window. The hotel was built so that two rooms shared one balcony. Now I saw that the guy in the room next door had evidently come out for a smoke. Rachel didn’t notice him, since her head was turned the other way. He was only about eight feet away from us, and of course would be able to see us clearly if he turned our way. Fuck it, I thought, let him enjoy the show!
Sure as shit, he did turn our way, and was soon getting an eyeful of my beautiful wife’s naked body getting fucked from behind. I pretended not to notice him, so he wouldn’t get scared off. I just kept on pumping my cock up Rachel’s cunt I was sure he could even hear some of the loud screams and moans she let out as my rod pleasured her. Our observer just stood there in amazement but after a minute I saw him start to stroke his cock through his pants as he watched us fuck.
Soon my cock was throbbing as my climax approached. However, I wanted our friend to see me cover her with my jizz, so instead of pumping her snatch full of my come I pulled out and creamed all over her back and ass. Rachel reached around and rubbed my come into herself. She then slid two fingers up her twat, pulled them out and sucked our juices from them.
It was then that I informed her of the guy standing there watching us on the balcony. Rachel was taken aback at first, but then she only smiled and waved at him. The guy waved back and then went into his room, smiling to himself. I’d bet anything that he went inside and jerked off after seeing our performance.
Later I asked Rachel if she had enjoyed herself, and she said yes. She said she had never imagined doing those things in front of an audience, but she was excited when she thought back on it. She even said she might like to try it again. I think this may be the start of a whole new set of experiences for us.—L.G., Sarasota, Florida
RECIPE FOR A SEX LESSON: TAKE ONE VIRGIN, ONE OLDER WOMAN, AND A HOT TUB…
I am writing to tell the story of my first sexual experience. I was an eighteen-year-old virgin who had never been quite able to go all the way with a girl. But an older woman, the mother of one of my friends, changed my life and my sexual outlook at the same time.
It was the first day of spring break from my freshman year in college, and because of a shortage of cash I had not been able to join some of my friends who had gone to the beach. I knew that Howard, one of my buddies, hadn’t been able to go either, so I decided to go over to his place and see if the two of us could find something to get into.
When I fang the bell the door was opened by Howard’s mother, Mrs. Reynolds. Now I had met Mrs. Reynolds on several previous occasions and considered her to be quite attractive. She was a petite woman with light curly hair, full lips, and liquid blue eyes. Her figure was quite well kept for a woman in her mid-forties. She had full, heavy breasts and wide hips, along with a petite waist that must have been the result of hours on the Stairmaster.
I inquired if Howard was home. She said he wasn’t but she thought he would be soon, and she invited me in towait Howard’s older sister was on her way out the door as I entered, and I casually said hello. She didn’t give me the time of day as she passed, but I was able to see that she was a younger version of her mother, and quite attractive. Mrs. Reynolds apologized for her daughter’s rebuff and suggested that I wait in the game room downstairs, where there was a pool table and other activities with which to pass the time. I racked the balls and began to shoot a little pool while I waited.
A few minutes later Mrs. Reynolds came down the stairs and into the game room, wearing a robe. She told me that she was going to take her morning Jacuzzi bath, and hoped it wouldn’t interfere with my pool playing. The Jacuzzi was on the opposite side of the large room, and I assured her that she would not disturb me at all. How wrong I was.
She strolled to the Jacuzzi and turned on the jets, which made a pleasant humming sound. She dropped her robe to reveal a two-piece bikini and more of her attractive figure than I had been privileged to see before. I continued to shoot pool while she got into the bath, all the while sneaking peeks at her and becoming quite turned on in the process. Dirty thoughts raced through my head, but I tried to suppress them, telling myself, “This is Howard’s mom!”
About the time I was finishing my second rack of balls, Mrs. Reynolds called to me and asked if I could give her a hand. She wanted me to adjust the flow of the jets for her. I walked over to the bubbling Jacuzzi and turned down the jets as she requested. She looked at me with her blue eyes and asked me if I would like to join her in the tub. I think I must have had a strange look on my face, because she grinned at me and winked. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite,” she cooed.
She asked me to grab two beers from the fridge, and she sipped on one while I stripped down to my boxer shorts. I slipped into the Jacuzzi quickly so she wouldn’t see how my virgin cock was rising in my shorts. Soon I was covered with the warm water and the bubbles from the jets. I gulped at my beer and stared wide-eyed at the woman across from me in the tub, wondering what she was thinking.
Apparently what was on her mind was sex with a young college guy, because she moved closer to me, took the beer can from my hand and set it on the side of the tub.
“Have you ever made love to a woman before?” she asked.
I managed to get out a no, and she replied, “Good! I can get you while you’re still young. I am going to do a favor for every woman you are with for the rest of your life. I am going to teach
you how to make love to a woman.”
I stammered, “But—but you’re Howard’s mom!”
“Shhh,” she whispered, and put her finger to my lips. “Just relax and let me do all the work.”
She undid her bikini top and pulled it off, exposing her heavy earth-mother breasts. Her nipples were as large as silver dollars and the color of a ripe peach. She rubbed them on my face and allowed me to suck on them.
She brought her mouth to mine and slipped her warm wet tongue between my lips. I responded and kissed her passionately, pulling myself towards her, and then I slipped and fell to my knees, almost sliding under the water. Mrs. Reynolds let out a little squeal and suggested that we get out of the tub for safety. We did so, and spreading a couple of towels out on the carpeted floor, we lay down on them.
Mrs. Reynolds pulled down my wet boxer shorts, releasing my now rigid cock, and tossed them aside. Winking at me wickedly, she placed her full lips on the head of my six-inch prick and began to suck me very gently. Up and down on my cock she went, coating me with her slippery saliva. I was in heaven. I had never known I could feel so good, since my only previous experience had been with my hand. She sucked on me for what seemed an eternity, until I started to feel my come rising from my balls. But when I told her I was about to come she pulled off and told me, “Not yet. Your lesson has just begun.”
She stood up then and peeled off her bikini bottoms. I looked up at her. Her thick hairy bush was sopping wet with a combination of water and love juices. She pulled me to my knees and guided my mouth to her bush. “Stick out your tongue and lick me like you would a lollipop,” she directed. “Do it right and women will love you.”
I did as she said and was soon in heaven all over again. I loved the warm musky smell and taste of her pussy. It was tangy and sweet at the same time. I began to lick faster, and I heard her gasp. A few seconds later her knees buckled and she thrust her crotch into my face several times, letting out a long groan that turned into a near-scream. Then she shuddered and her orgasm wracked her body as her love juice dribbled out of her pussy and down my chin.
She sat down hard next to me and inquired if I was ready for the second half of my lesson. I nodded eagerly, and she pulled me down on top of her, guiding my still hard cock into her pussy. I had never felt anything so warm and wet in my entire life. I rocked in and out of her, speeding up and slowing down at her command as she gyrated below me, grinding herself against me and bucking her hips at regular intervals. I licked and sucked at her breasts and she told me to tweak them gently. As I did this she began groaning loudly again. Her second climax overwhelmed her and seemed to be stronger than the first, maybe because she didn’t have to worry about losing her balance.
After her orgasm subsided she said it was time to reward me, since I’d been such a good student. She positioned herself on her hands and knees and directed me behind her.
“Pump it in and out of me as fast as you possibly can,” she urged, and I was more than happy to comply. My swollen cock pistoned in and out of her like a jackhammer. I watched myself sliding in and out as my hips slapped into her full ass cheeks and all kinds of wild noises came from her gasping mouth.
“Come on, come on!” she cried out, almost yelling. “Come for me, fill me up with your come!”
In a minute my climax welled up from within, and I released my jism inside her sqirming pussy, shouting like a man possessed.
We curled up together on the floor and embraced. She assured me that I graded out quite well and would have a long, successful sex life as long as I practiced what she had taught me.
Mrs. Reynolds and I had several more sexual encounters over the next few months, but she and her estranged husband reconciled that summer, and I found our brief relationship was over. I have never forgotten that first encounter, and I hope that sharing it with your readers will remind people that experienced women make great sex teachers!—E.Y., Boise, Idaho
SHE DIDN’T CARE HOW MANY WORKMEN WERE DRILLING, SHE JUST WANTED TO GET DRILLED
I guess you could say it happened in my office, though really it’s not an office at all. It’s a storage room, large and sort of dingy, with a thin coat of dust over everything. But it’s the place where I do most of my work, and I feel that I am in charge and responsible for what goes on there, so I suppose you could call it my office.
With all the construction going on in the building, workmen are always coming into the storage room to get whatever supplies and materials they need, or to do some work with pipes, beams and so on. Usually these workmen don’t bother me, as my little section is at the back of the room, away from most of the shelving units and the work area. But on this particular day their presence disturbed me, because Richard was coming and I was afraid we would not have the privacy I desired.
Richard has been doing business with our company for years. Usually he works with my associates, but this time of year he deals with my department, and therefore with me. We had set up an appointment for that afternoon, and I had decided that this was the day I would give in to a fantasy I’d been having. I had put on a rather snug silk blouse and a short tight skirt for the occasion. I’d been attracted to Richard for some time, but never really had the courage to do anything about it Recently, though, I’d been getting the impression that my desire was not completely one-sided.
When Richard arrived, some of the construction people were already hard at work at the front of the storage room. Richard and I walked to the back, where his product was neatly stacked, ready to be inventoried. He got to work right away, opening his book and starting to write. I stood for awhile watching him and listening with half an ear to the workmen. My desire for Richard was too strong for me to ignore. It was now or never.
He was bent over the counter, studiously writing, his backside thrust out as though inviting my attentions. I passed closely behind him, letting my hand brush lightly against the curve of his buttocks. The tight weave of the material of his pants felt tantalizing against my skin, and I longed for a more intimate touch. I passed by him in the same manner a second time. This time he stopped writing and looked up at me inquiringly. I smiled. He smiled back, but returned to work.
I started pacing again, but this time I stopped directly behind him. I could detect the warm spiciness of his scent. I grew moist between my legs in response. I reached out, gently but deliberately placing a hand on his ass. He stopped writing but otherwise did not move. I stepped in a little closer so that the front of my legs brushed the back of his. I placed my other hand on the other butt cheek and slowly began to caress the firm mounds of flesh. The fingers of my right hand traced the crack between his buttocks as my hands moved up and down. His breathing became suddenly audible.
The voices and movements of the workmen were only dim sounds in the background as I probed downward with hungry fingers, seeking the swell of Richard’s testicles. He groaned as my fingers found their quarry. I sighed in response.
He turned then until we were face to face. His arms went around me, pulling me against him, and his lips met mine. They were firm and moist, his tongue gently probing in my mouth. I was trembling with desire, my juices dampening my panties. His hands found my breasts, his thumbs rubbing my nipples through the thin silk of my blouse. I moaned as he bent his head and took each nipple in turn into his mouth, his saliva darkening the light colored material. My legs grew weak. He pressed his hips to mine, grinding himself gently against me. I could feel the generous swell of his crotch. My fingers itched for contact. I reached down to the front of his pants and started stroking. He sighed pleasantly against my lips as I felt around for the head of his cock. With his growing erection I was able to feel it easily, despite the cloth barrier. It mushroomed out from its thick stem in a way that made me hungry for a taste. I slowly unzipped his fly and reached in with trembling fingers. His cock grew even harder at my touch.
The workmen’s voices were harsh and loud, a constant reminder that we were not alone. It was strangely exciting. Wha
t if we started fucking right now? I visualized myself sitting on the counter with my legs spread, while Richard sucked and licked my dripping pussy. Would the workmen just stand by and watch? Or would they try to join in?
Richard’s hands were grabbing my ass cheeks, his fingers probing for my anus.
The construction workers shifted their position and their voices got louder. We jumped away from each other in alarm. Had they been watching us? We started to giggle, but really it was no laughing matter. My head was spinning and my legs could hardly support me, I was so horny. Oh, please don’t stop, I begged him in my mind. My desire must have shown on my face, because he smiled and stepped close to me again. He reached into his pants and pulled out his huge, engorged penis, then pressed it against my thigh. My mouth watered with the desire to taste that piece of meat. I could wait no longer.
I turned around so I was facing the wall. I lifted my skirt and quickly removed my stockings and panties. I heard Richard’s sharp intake of breath as my naked ass became visible.
Suddenly a loud vibrating sound drowned out my heavy breathing. The workmen were using a large electric drill for whatever work they were doing. As long as it kept them busy, I thought I bent over, presenting my wet pussy to Richard. He needed no further prompting, but slid that large cock home into my aching snatch.
It felt fantastic! After all my fantasizing, that first feeling of the hardness of him deep inside me was already a kind of fulfillment. I could feel myself moaning deep in my throat, but the clamor of the drill drowned out the sound. He rammed me deeply, pushing his pole all the way in until I could feel its tip against my cervix. The slap of his balls on my ass cheeks made me cry out in ecstasy. I felt liquid heat gathering at the center of my being, those familiar waves of pleasure washing from my uterus up my back, through my arms and tingling down my legs. With just a few more thrusts I felt all that tension explode and dissolve into the shudders of orgasm, leaving me limp with satisfaction. I was gasping for breath, trying to regain control, but Richard just kept pounding into me. I knew if I didn’t stop him soon he’d have me screaming in ecstasy, so loud it would be heard above the drill. I forced myself to pull away from him, my pussy dripping. I had to taste him.
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