I kiss you one last time, then kiss my way down your neck, my tongue exploring as I go. I get to your top and unbutton it. While I kiss and lick my way between your breasts, I reach around to find the clasp of your bra and unfasten it. I sit you up and take both your bra and top off in one pull.
Your breasts are beautiful, like mounds of chocolate pudding, and I want to dig in and lick the plate clean! I dive in and suck and lick your nipples, and you let out a squeal.
I move my hands down to your honeypot. You’re breathing heavily and moaning as I work my magic on you. Your honey is so thick and sweet, I want to lick it all. I get between your legs and pull your pants and panties off. Mmm, you look good! I can’t think of anything but your pleasure.
I stick my face in your honey mound and give you a proper tonguing. As you wiggle and buck against me, I take hold of you and pull my face into your sweet mound. You taste and smell so good that I don’t want to stop till you come.
My manhood is coming to life. I feel it straining to get out. You make magical sounds as my tongue works its way up and down your womanhood—and as I now stick my tongue in your hole. Your juices are sweet, and you are close to coming.
Feeling you quiver, I start to undress while continuing to lick you to a frenzy. When I get to my pants, I unzip and my manhood springs out of its confines. It’s so stiff that it seems to hover in midair! While I finish undressing, I keep up the tongue action on your luscious honeypot.
I sit up and position my stiff member on your outside lips, then move it up and down to get your juices on it so we’re both wet with your honey. I ask if you’re ready for me, baby, and you just moan and beg me to make love to you now—you can’t wait to have me plunging in and out of you.
I enter you, and you feel wet. You’re so hot that I feel as if you’re going to burn me! I pull out, then push back in. Mmm, baby, you’re so tight, I feel every ripple of your sweet canal. I’m working it in and out, and hitting bottom, and you’re loving the way I’m doing you. You arch your back and moan as I plunge harder and deeper inside you. You’re doing me good, too, moving your hips down to meet me on the in stroke.
I ask you if you’re close to coming. “Yes!” you say. And you want me to come with you! Mmm, lover, you are incredibly wet and hot! You seem to be approaching climax as I plunge into you so hard that our bodies make a smacking noise when they meet.
I feel you tense up. Then you convulse and let out a series of deep moans as wave upon wave of pleasure comes over you.
You’re so sexy, I can’t hold back either. I come in you, spurting thick jets. I feel as though I won’t ever stop coming. Finally I let out a deep, low, animal-like noise while I fill your canal. We collapse together in a steamy mound of tingling flesh, satisfied with each other and the way we made love. We move onto our sides, face to face, then kiss passionately.
Between kisses we stare into each other’s eyes—and we talk about how good it was. In the end, we hold each other tightly and fall asleep in each other’s arms. Sometime in the course of the night we both wake up, and we do it again and again till morning.
—N.P., Springfield, Massachusetts
This Psychologist Had a Most Unusual Way to Treat Stress
Several years ago I was involved in a serious work accident when the roof I was working on collapsed under me. In the fall I broke a leg and an arm, and sustained many cuts that needed stitching. I was hospitalized for several weeks and then had to recuperate at home for a time before returning to work. When I did go back to work I found that I had developed a terrible fear of heights and was unable to climb ladders or do roofing work. I went to see my doctor, and he suggested that I see a psychologist who might be able to help me overcome my fears. I told him I didn’t need a shrink, but he insisted I give it a go. So I called the phone number he gave me and set up an appointment.
Upon my arrival at the psychologist’s office I was greeted by a receptionist, who asked me to fill out a long questionnaire. There were a lot of questions, ranging from my health to my sex life, and I answered them as well as I could.
After a short wait the receptionist told me that the doctor would see me now. She led me into the doctor’s office and closed the door behind me.
To my surprise, the doctor turned out to be a lady! She was very tall, nearly six feet, and had deep brown eyes and a very athletic body. I took one look at her and my cock nearly sprang out of my trousers.
The doctor introduced herself and asked me to answer some questions for her. I was mesmerized by her beauty and could not stop looking into her eyes. The questions were pretty routine, except when she asked if I felt that the accident had affected my sex life in any way. I told her my only problem with sex was the same as it had been before the accident—that I never got enough. She just smiled and moved on with the questions.
The rest of the visit was uneventful, and so were the next several visits, except for the fact that she would always bring up the sex issue at some point, and I couldn’t help wondering why.
Then one day I arrived for my regular appointment to find that the receptionist wasn’t there. The doctor was busy in another room, but she called out for me to go straight into the office and wait for her.
The visit started out normally enough, but after a few minutes the doctor told me that, having seen me several times, she had reason to be concerned about my sexual activity. With this she got up from her chair and moved around behind me and started to massage my shoulders, saying that I seemed tense and should relax. The closeness of her behind me and the feeling of her hands rubbing at my shoulders quickly caused my dick to get hard. She noticed the bulge in my jeans and calmly suggested that what I obviously needed was some stress therapy.
She moved around in front of me then and slid my jeans down, letting loose my throbbing cock. She gasped as it sprang free, and then bent down and took my eight inches into her mouth. She sucked on the knob, twirling her tongue around it and probing at the hole. I nearly dumped my come right there. I moved my hands up under her skirt to find that she had no panties on. Her cunt was so wet that I easily slipped three fingers all the way inside her. She started moving her hips and grinding herself onto my fingers, asking me to give her more. So I bunched my fingers and put them all inside, and she ground down so hard she nearly forced my whole hand up her pussy. She soon had an orgasm, her juices flowing all over my fingers, and when she finished I pulled my hand out and tasted them. They were delicious.
I then removed her top and bra, and found the nicest, roundest tits and a pair of erect nipples just waiting to be sucked. I then took control. I turned her around, bent her over her desk and told her to spread her legs. I placed my fingers in her pussy again, then lubricated her butt with her juices. When she made no protest, I guided my cock to her tight little entrance and pressed gently. The doctor caught her breath, and I asked her if she wanted me to stop. She said no. She said my cock felt very erotic pressing against her bud, and that she wanted me to fill her up all the way. I took it slow, but she kept urging me to give her more, and finally I rammed it all the way up that tight hole. She started to come and I came, too, spurting what felt like a gallon of jism. It dripped out past my cock and down into her pussy.
When I pulled out of her she reached around to feel her now-stretched hole, probing it with her fingers and feeling my come inside her. Then she turned around and kissed me. Before I left she told me that in her professional opinion I needed several more treatments, and I told her I couldn’t agree more.
—R.B., Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
He Told Her She Wouldn’t Get Lucky, but He Was So Wrong
When he picked me up that Wednesday night, the first thing I noticed was how blue his eyes were, and how they went perfectly with his big smile. We had only talked on the phone a few times, but I was really looking forward to meeting him, since I hadn’t been on a good date with a nice guy in a really long time.
The first thing he said to me was, “You’re not going to get
lucky tonight, so get that out of your mind right now.” He smiled broadly to show that it was a joke, and we both laughed, all our nervous tension having been dissipated immediately.
As we drove to the restaurant he had chosen, our conversation flowed easily, and I found myself wanting to really get to know this guy. His golfer’s tan and close-cut blond hair looked great against his fresh white shirt. Every time he glanced toward me in the car, I was transfixed by his baby blues and his long, curling eyelashes. Already I wanted to reach up and touch his face, and we hardly knew each other yet!
The restaurant was good, the dinner was great, and the conversation was easy. Looking across the table at him all evening, I couldn’t keep myself from wondering what he’d look like without his clothes. I could see chest hair peeking out above the opening of his shirt, and I wanted to run my fingers through it.
At one point I asked him what he found most attractive about a woman. He listed things like confidence and intelligence, and then jokingly declared that he wasn’t really a “tit man,” that he preferred a nice set of legs. I felt this was a polite reference to my rather small breasts, and I had to laugh, because the fact was that I was scheduled for a boob job the very next week. “What if I told you that these will be three times bigger in two weeks?” I asked him, and we had a good laugh about that when I explained.
The laughter and great conversation continued, and I was having such a great time that I didn’t want the date to end. So after the dessert I said, “How about hitting my favorite bar for a few drinks? I’ve got an extra toothbrush and a couch at my place, so you can stay over afterward if it gets too late.” I was dying to keep him with me, and I really wanted to get him into a more intimate atmosphere.
He seemed happy to accept the offer, and we left the restaurant and walked to the bar, which was nearby. He put his hand on the small of my back as we crossed the street, and I nearly jumped just from the sensation of his touch.
We found stools at the bar and sat down. It was perfect, because the stools were close together, and our legs kept getting tangled together, our thighs pressed close. I was getting hotter by the minute, and was hoping he felt the same.
This close to him, I could smell his fresh, clean scent, and I wanted to bury my face in his neck and just inhale. Our conversation was not particularly erotic, but I felt as though my desire to touch his skin—every part of it—was written all over my face. The heat coming from deep inside me had my chest and neck flushing pink. I kept moving around on my stool because my pussy was getting hot and moist. I felt certain I’d be leaving with an obvious wet spot at the crotch of my slacks. I was more than ready when he suggested that we head back to my apartment, and I was hoping that his opening statement about me not getting lucky would turn out to be false.
Back at the apartment I gave him a toothbrush, and while he was in the bathroom I put some sheets on the couch. Then I went into my bedroom and started to undress, but I left the door open. When I heard him come out I yelled out to him, “Do you want to see the ‘before’?” He laughed and came to the door in his boxer shorts, but his eyes widened with surprise when he saw me standing there topless, holding my small, firm A-cup breasts in my hands.
He recovered quickly, however, and gave a kind of growl and a smile as he came toward me. Our first kiss was perfect. He pulled me to him with a pleasing eagerness, but without haste. His rough hands felt amazing on my back as he brought his face to mine, and our mouths melted together. His smell still made me weak, and now I could taste him as well. We were soon breathing heavily, and I heard him moan softly as we both became more involved in the kiss. His tongue met mine over and over as I reached up to grab his hair and pull him still closer.
We somehow managed to move to the couch together, not letting go of each other. I probably would have fainted if he hadn’t had his strong hands on me. As we broke the kiss he stood in front of me, his cock straining against his shorts, and I knew just what I wanted. What I needed.
I pulled his shorts down and followed after them, going to my knees in front of him to take his smooth, hard, swollen cock into my mouth. I was so hungry for it that I swallowed it all in one stroke. He tasted as good as I thought he would. I began stroking him with my hands as I sucked him deeply, just wanting to take it all.
He sat down on the couch as I continued to suck him, and after a minute I took his hand and put it on the back of my head, encouraging him to fuck my willing face. As he pushed to the back of my throat over and over, I could feel how swollen the lips of my pussy were getting, and I reached down to feel the wetness. I was absolutely dripping down my legs, and just the slightest sweep of my fingertips over my clit sent shivers through my body.
Then I heard his voice. “You’re going to make me come if you don’t watch it,” he said breathlessly. “But, I’m not ready for that. I really want to taste your pussy.”
Slowly I took my mouth off his cock and looked up at him. “I think my pussy would really like that,” I said. Then I raised my hand to his mouth, the fingers dripping with my juices. He moaned and slurped them off. That moan turned me on even more as I got up onto the couch, while he slid off it and knelt between my legs.
He took a few seconds to admire my shaved pink pussy lips as he pulled them apart with his fingers. I was absolutely dying for him to stick those fingers inside me, to touch me with his tongue. I groaned and pushed my pelvis toward his face. “Man, that is one sweet, wet pussy,” he said hoarsely. I giggled and pulled his face into my eager crotch. I could hear him groaning as he licked and sucked away at my clit. He slid a couple of fingers inside me and stroked my G-spot, which made me arch my body toward him. I grabbed at his head and kept grinding my pussy against his face. His obvious enjoyment of what he was doing made me want him even more. I felt a stirring deep in my pussy, and knew I was going to come right on his face. He focused on sucking my clit, his fingers fucking me deeply as I groaned out my climax, squeezing his head between my thighs as my cunt muscles clenched around his fingers.
It felt amazing, and when I recovered I saw him looking up at me, with my pussy juice glazing his entire face. I pulled him toward me to lick off my juices, and felt his rock-hard cock against my thigh. I twisted my body around so that my head was down at cock level and took him into my mouth again. This time, though, my head was hanging off the edge of the couch, and he was on his knees, feeding me his entire rod.
His loud groans signaled just how turned on he was by the sight of my face taking every inch of him. One of my hands massaged his balls while the other rubbed my own juicy cunt. I could taste his precome as his hardness dripped into my mouth, and I would gladly have swallowed any load he wanted to shoot down my throat. But he was still holding back.
“You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen!” he said huskily, and his hand went to my crotch, pushing mine aside as he dipped his fingers into my creamy pussy. “I didn’t think my cock could get this hard!”
At that point I wanted to fuck him, plain and simple. I turned myself around again and pulled him up until he was sitting beside me on the couch. Then I climbed onto his lap and buried his cock inside me with one fell swoop. He moaned along with me as the heat from our joined genitals spread through our bodies. I twisted my fingers through the hair on his chest and ground my clit against him, feeling his hardness fill me.
I rode him in a rhythm that had him filling my pussy again and again, and in a way that kept my clit in contact with his hard flesh. As my gyrations continued my muscles clenched around his hardness, and the sensations were amazing. His hot wet kisses on my face and mouth kept me panting as I pumped up and down. “I want to feel you come on me,” he moaned into my ear. “I want to feel your pussy squeezing my dick.”
I felt my orgasm starting from the middle of my belly, and my breath quickened even more. I grabbed at the hair at the back of his head and threw my own head back with a groan as my pussy convulsed around his cock for what seemed like ten minutes. The sweat was dripping o
ff my body as my spasms finally lessened, and it felt as though every nerve ending in my body had just burst apart, and then slowly put itself back together.
But my poor date still had a load of come that he needed to do something with. And as sated as my pussy felt at that moment, it knew it would soon be full of his jism, and I couldn’t wait. “I want you to get on top and fuck me,” I told him breathlessly.
I climbed off him and lay back, and he positioned himself above me. “I’m going to come so hard,” he panted as he buried his cock once again in my waiting wetness.
He held my body against his with one hand under my ass and one behind my head. I felt as though we were melting together as he pushed his cock inside me over and over, slowly and deeply. My lips found his and our tongues tangled and probed in our mouths.
“You are so tight and hot and wet,” he whispered hoarsely in my ear. I could tell by the harshness of his breathing that he was going to shoot a massive load of come deep inside me at any second. I had both hands on his ass and my legs were wrapped around his as I pulled him deeper and deeper inside me, my pelvis matching his slow, deliberate thrusts. Finally he groaned loudly and tugged a handful of my hair, pulling my head back so I could look into his face as he came, launching shot after shot into my waiting pussy. I held him tighter and took it all with a smile and a moan.
We rolled apart then, both of us completely exhausted, and lay there panting on the couch. After a while we looked at each other and laughed. “What are we going to do on our second date?” I said.
—N.L., Columbus, Ohio
They Had Two Days Together, and They Made the Most of It
I was tossing and turning all night long, but there was no way I was going to be able to get to sleep. There was way too much excitement and anticipation building up in my head and in my heart. I was about to spend two long days and one glorious night with the man I loved and lived for. I had tingles in every part of my body at the thought of going to bed with André by my side, and waking up to his touch, feeling his hands, his lips, and his body on mine before the sun even thought about rising.
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