In any case, Lee and I had another passionate session later that morning, before I left to give my speech. After that we began to meet about once a month at a motel, and we both agree that these are the best sexual experiences of our life. I still don't know whether Frank knows about us, but now I don't really care.—Name and address withheld
SHE TEASED HIM ON THE ELEVATOR, BUT HE MOVED SO FAST IT GAVE HER A LIFT
This guy who lived in my building had been trying to get into my pants for months. He was always trying to strike up a conversation when he saw me in the hall, and a couple of times he had gotten up his courage and asked me to have a drink with him, but I just told him I was seeing someone, which was true. But this particular day I'd had a fight with Fred, my boyfriend, and I was feeling pissed off, so when I saw this guy Kevin in the lobby I thought, hey, what the hell, today's your lucky day, buddy.
I went right up to him and said, “Hi. You know that drink you wanted me to have with you? I'm ready, why don't we have it at your place?”
Well I expected him to jump at the chance, but all he said was, “Sorry, I've got a visitor just now. Maybe another time.”
I stared at him. “Oh, sure,” I said indignantly. “Another time. In your dreams, buddy.” And with that I headed for the elevator. But just as I was getting in, I crossed my hands in front of me, grasped the hem of my pullover sweater and stripped it right off over my head. Then, as the elevator doors started to close, I turned around to face him. I wasn't wearing a bra.
I saw his eyes bulging, and then the doors shut out the sight of him. That would teach him!
I didn't bother to put my top back on as I rode to the fifth floor, and when the doors opened again, there he was. I couldn't believe he had run up five flights of stairs so fast he beat the elevator!
It got me so hot I couldn't stand it. I pulled him into the elevator and thrust my body against his, scrabbling at his pants, pulling out his cock. The doors closed and the car started down again. I slapped the STOP button and the thing stood still.
I fell to my knees and stuffed that dick into my mouth and licked and sucked it till it was hard. Then I got on my hands and knees and begged him to fuck me. I felt him pulling down my skirt and panties. I couldn't wait to feel him in me. I was a bitch in heat, and the thought flashed through my mind that if Fred could see me now, he'd have a heart attack.
His dick was inside me now. “Put your hands on my tits,” I groaned. “Pull my nipples. Oh Christ, fuck the shit out of me!”
I screamed when I came. Then I screamed again when he came, shooting his jism deep inside me.
Then I collapsed. “Oh my god!” I said, gasping for breath. “How did you ever get up the stairs so fast, Kevin?”
“Oh,” he said. “I'm not Kevin. I'm just visiting him. I'm his twin brother, George.”—L.Z., Morristown, New Jersey
HE'S A COLLEGE PROFESSOR, BUT HIS SEXY STUDENT CAN TEACH HIM A THING OR TWO
I am a professor of history at a rather prestigious university in the midwest. Although I am in my late thirties, I can honestly say that many of my young female students still seem to find me attractive. I have had many opportunities of a sexual nature, but up until recently I have always managed to resist. For one thing, the university has rules against teachers getting involved with students, and I believe those rules are quite proper; such liaisons are dangerous and often exploitative. And for another thing, I am a happily married man, and I am not in the habit of being unfaithful to my wife.
I must say, however, that it has not always been easy. When you have an attractive nubile nineteen-year-old student offering herself to you with no restrictions or qualifications, it takes a lot of strength to resist. Or when, as has occasionally happened, she proposes to trade a night of ecstatic pleasure for a passing grade in your course, and backs up the offer by starting to undress right there in your office, it requires an almost superhuman amount of will power to get up and walk out. And that strength and will power must be sustained throughout the term, as day after day that luscious girl whose body you know you can have any time you want it sits there in your class, flashing her legs in short skirts, thrusting her breasts at you in tight blouses or sweaters.
It was Marcia's legs that were my undoing. I have always been a leg man and I think somehow she knew it. She had a disconcerting way of being able to sense things like that. She always wore a skirt to class, usually a short one. She sat in the front row so I could see her legs. She crossed and re-crossed them often. She was quite careless about how much of them her skirt covered, or didn't cover.
Of course, her legs alone wouldn't have been enough if she hadn't been altogether the sexiest thing I had ever seen. If she hadn't had that lovely face, with the deep dark eyes and the quirky, full-lipped mouth. If she hadn't had that long soft smooth thick flaxen hair. If she hadn't had the high round bouncy breasts that never seemed to need a bra. Or the lissome sensuous body.
The thing is, she never actually came on to me. Not overtly. And she certainly never proposed any kind of bargain, even though her work in the course was poor. Not that she wasn't bright; she just wasn't interested. But she never seemed concerned. It was as though she knew she would get through all right. She never said a questionable word to me, but somehow I knew she was available to me, and she knew I knew. She also knew I was attracted to her, and that I was resisting the feeling. So she just sat there in front with her short skirts and her face and her body and her little knowing smile.
When I found myself thinking of her while making love to my wife, I knew I was in trouble. But I still wasn't about to do anything about it. If Marcia had any designs, let her be the one to make a move. I would be able to resist her, as I had the others. At least I hoped so.
It happened one day close to the end of term. Class had ended, and as the students rushed out with the usual clatter and chatter I bent over my desk to make some corrections in my lecture notes. As silence descended and I looked up, I saw that Marcia was still sitting there in the empty classroom. Her legs were crossed, her skirt, as usual, riding high on her very shapely thighs. She was just sitting there watching me, smiling a little. I cleared my throat.
“Yes, Miss Reynolds?” I said, as matter-of-factly as I could. “Is there something you want?”
I realized instantly that I could have phrased that more felicitously, but she just shrugged. The shrug made her breasts bounce. The nipples went up and down under her snug blouse. I noticed, and she saw that I did.
“I think it's time, Professor,” Marcia said. “Don't you?”
I wasn't going to go along with this. I played dumb. “Time for what?” I said.
“For us,” Marcia said. “For you and me, Professor.” And she uncrossed her legs, slowly, then crossed them again the other way. Her skirt was so high that a tiny bit of her panties peeked out, but she didn't pull it down. “You think so too,” she said. It wasn't a question.
I cleared my throat again. “No,” I said firmly. “I don't.” I gathered my books together and stood up. That wasn't a good idea, because my rapidly growing erection was probably evident. I sat down again. “Look, Miss Reynolds,” I said. “If you're trying to pass this course, the best way to do that is to work harder. I don't give good grades for any other reason. All right?”
Her little smile didn't waver. “Did I ask you to?” she said. She turned in her seat then, and lifted her legs to drape them over the arm of the seat next to hers. More of her panties came into view, and I was looking at a side view of those legs, all of them. Then she raised one of them and rested it on the back of the seat, so that they were splayed out for me. She was sprawled in her chair, her breasts thrusting against the thin blouse. She looked utterly wanton, and yet utterly beautiful. And utterly erotic. “I'm not asking you for a thing,” she said. She was still smiling.
I got up then, erection or no erection, and headed for the door. I tried not to look at her, not to think of her. I made it to the door of the room and put my hand on the knob
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“Except your cock,” Marcia said.
I don't know why that got to me. I don't know why her particular combination of sensuality and wantonness made me snap. I don't know why, after all the years and all the young women I had resisted, this girl had the power to hit me where I lived. I'll never know.
I stood there with my hand on the doorknob, not moving, willing myself to turn the knob and go out, but unable to do it. Instead, after what seemed like a long time, I turned around to look at her again. She was still sprawled out over the chairs, her sexy bare legs beckoning to me.
“Anything you want, Professor,” Marcia said then. “Anything at all.” She shifted her legs slightly. “Any way you want it. Anything.”
She couldn't miss the erection now. It was throbbing, and probably making a wet spot at the front of my pants. I was lost. Luckily I had no more classes that day. I turned the latch on the doorknob, locking the door. I knew it was crazy. If I was going to do this, my office would have been a better and safer place. But I couldn't wait.
I moved toward where she was sitting. I felt awkward and unsteady. Marcia sat and watched me. “Your legs,” I said hoarsely, when I reached her. “I want your legs.”
“All right,” Marcia said, not moving. “How do you want them?”
I must have been half out of my mind. “I want to fuck them,” I said. I unzipped my pants and got out my cock. Then I took hold of her legs, both of them, lifting them off the chair and turning her by them so that she was facing me. Standing close to her, I held them up in the air and pulled them against me, one of her ankles on either side of my face. I rubbed my face against her calves as my cock inserted itself between her thighs. Then I held her ankles together, so that those twin columns of soft shapely flesh closed around my prick. With a soft gasp I began to fuck them, plunging my cock back and forth between the wonderful sexy thighs. Marcia smiled up at me. My hands moved up and down over her soft smooth legs as I fucked them harder. I couldn't stop, and at last I groaned and came, my jism spurting out wildly, some of it landing on her blouse, the rest falling onto her skirt and upper thighs.
Slowly I released her legs and stepped back, hardly believing I had done what I had. I started to say something to her, maybe to apologize or something, but nothing came out. I started to stuff my cock back in and zip up.
“Wait,” Marcia said. “Don't put that away. It's not finished yet.”
“I—I think it is,” I stammered. “I'm—look, I'm—” “Oh no,” Marcia said, and with that she slid off the chair and knelt on the floor. My first reaction was that the floor was dirty and she would soil her knees. Then she reached for my cock, pulled it out again and took it in her mouth.
I wasn't feeling any too steady as it was, and when she did that I nearly fell over. But I didn't. I put my hands on her head to steady myself, and my fingers tangled in her soft hair. She had all of my limp cock inside her mouth and was running her tongue around it. It didn't stay limp for long. I heard myself moaning. As my prick grew bigger and stiffer she began to suck it, sliding her lips up and down, still keeping her tongue in play. Meanwhile her hands were at my belt. She unbuckled it, then opened the button on my trousers and let them fall. She took her mouth away just long enough to pull my shorts down, then put it back again.
“Oh Jesus!” I groaned. “Marcia—”
She looked up at me from where she was kneeling, her dark eyes meeting mine, her mouth still around my cock. “Mmmmm?”
I was afraid I was going to come in her mouth, and I wanted to hold off, but I couldn't make myself pull away. “Open your blouse,” I said. I couldn't recognize my voice.
Still sucking me slowly, and still keeping her eyes on mine, Marcia opened the buttons on her blouse, one by one. I could see a line of flesh down the middle as she did so. As I had thought, no bra. When she had all the buttons undone she pulled the blouse open and took it off.
I was trying to hold back as her wonderful talented mouth worked on me, her soft lips and warm wet stroking tongue, because now that I had gone this far I knew I had to really fuck her, and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to go a third time if I came in her mouth now. But the sight of those bared breasts, so buoyant and round and full, tipped with hard red nipples, set me off, and I spurted down her throat, groaning with a mixture of disappointment and intense pleasure. Marcia swallowed each spurt, all the time continuing to suck as though to pull it all out of me, which she did. When she had swallowed the last drop she gave my cock a final lick, and then slowly released it.
“Damn!” I said, panting.
Marcia stood up. She didn't ask me what was wrong. She knew, as she seemed to know so many things. The knowledge was in the little smile that still clung to her sexy lips. “Don't worry,” she said softly. “I'm not going anywhere. Not until you're completely finished.”
I was about to tell her I thought I was as finished as a man could be, but instead I put my hands on her breasts. I had to touch those soft yet firm young mounds, stroke them and squeeze them and feel the rubbery nipples between my fingers. And I did. Marcia stood and let me play with them, and when my hands slid off them and began to roam over the warm flesh of her body, she moved against me and raised her mouth to mine.
I was a little leery about kissing her after she had had my cock in her mouth and had swallowed my sperm, but as soon as her tongue moved between my lips I forgot all about that. It probed every inch of my mouth and I met it with my own tongue. Our tongues fought and loved and fought again, and then mine moved into her mouth and tried to jam itself down her throat, while my hands slid over every part of her I could reach. When the kiss broke I was breathing hard, and my cock was stirring again, although it had not regained its full erect state, and I was not sure it ever would.
Marcia, however, seemed to have no such doubts. She now moved to my desk, and I automatically followed. She walked around to the front of the desk and hoisted herself up onto it, sitting on the edge. She then motioned to me to sit down in my chair, which I did. There were those legs again, right in front of me. She knew what would do it if anything would. My hands were on them in a second, moving over the curvy flesh, stroking, touching, caressing. Marcia lay back on her elbows, and as my hands went under her skirt she arched her lower body, silently inviting me to pull her panties down. I did so, first pushing her skirt up around her waist and out of the way, then sliding the panties down over her legs and off. My hands returned to her thighs, soon followed by my mouth.
I was almost panting again as my mouth roamed those delicious legs, kissing and nibbling and licking the tender flesh of her inner thighs. Her legs parted and swung open, and inevitably the upward progress of my lips brought me to what was between them. Her pussy was warm and soft and sweet-smelling, crowned by a glorious patch of blond hair. She made a soft sound when I slid my mouth onto it, and when my lips and tongue went to work, her body began to writhe gently on the desk. I licked at her juicy cunt, working my tongue inside it, and then moved up to concentrate on her hard little clitoris.
“Oh, sweet,” Marcia moaned, twisting under my busy mouth. “Oh yes, so sweet, so good. Oh god, yes …”
Her arousal, the taste of her pussy, and the sensation of her soft sexy thighs squirming against my cheeks as I ate her out had my blood pounding again, and by the time she cried out, her body going stiff and then convulsing in orgasm, my cock was once again as hard as it had ever been.
As her climax subsided I stood up. Now my crotch was just about level with hers as she lay on the desk. Marcia looked at my stiff dick and smiled. “Oh yes, darling,” she said. “Put it into me.”
I took her slowly. I wanted to feel every inch of her cunt as my cock filled it up. It was tight and warm, and it accepted me lovingly as I moved into her. My breath was rasping in my throat, and I had to restrain myself from burying myself inside her with one hard plunge, rather than savoring the experience of possessing her for the first time. And the last time too, I reminded myself.
Finally I was all the way home. Marcia's cunt surrounded my throbbing cock completely, and I rested for a moment, looking down into her eyes. She made a little movement with her body, just a slight bucking of the hips, as if inviting me to start fucking her. I didn't need an invitation. I started.
I started slowly, and gradually speeded up, and Marcia caught my rhythm and moved with me, stroke for stroke. She was lying back on the desk now. Her lovely breasts jounced sexily each time I thrust into her, and her head rolled from side to side. Her pussy clutched at me as I moved in and out. After a while I became dissatisfied with fucking her in a standing position. I pushed her gently back on the desk and got up there on top of her. Now I was able to suck her breasts as I went on fucking her, or get down close to her with my weight on my elbows and feel them brushing against my chest as they bounced. And when she raised her fabulous legs and curled them around me, I knew the end was in sight. I moved harder, lunging into her, bringing cries of joy from her throat as her body began to jerk out of control. She climaxed wildly, and a moment later I shot everything I had left deep inside her quivering body.
We collapsed, lying side by side on the desk, catching our breath. After a while I felt her hand drift over onto my body, brushing experimentally over my exhausted cock. Gently I reached down for it and pushed it away. “No,” I said. “No more, Marcia. You're marvelous, but no more. Don't worry, you'll get your passing grade.”
“I never asked you,” Marcia said. She leaned down to plant a brief soft kiss on my prick. “I never asked you for a thing. Did I?”
“No, you didn't,” I said.
She got up then, and I watched her get dressed, and then leave. I knew I wouldn't have her again, even if she wanted to. But she never suggested it.
Of course I passed her. Even if that's not why she did it, I figured I owed her that.—K.T., Columbus, Ohio
SHE WANTED HIM TO STOP BUGGING HER, BUT WHEN HE DID IT BUGGED HER MORE
There was this guy in my office who kept looking at me. He never said anything, he never did anything. Just looked. What a creep, I thought. He was short, he was fat, he was old enough to be my father. And he was anything but attractive. So whenever he looked at me I would glare at him. He wouldn't say anything, he would just turn away. Or else he would just smile.
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