Her urgings made me hotter than ever and I began to
stroke my finger in and out of her ass in time to the thrusts of
my cock up into her pussy. I could feel my semen boiling in my
balls, moving up and threatening to erupt as my orgasm
approached.

Hers hit first, and I felt her pussy and ass clamp down
around my cock and finger like powerful fists as the first of her
spasms hit her. My own climax was not far behind, and I yelled
out loud as I felt the tip of my cock explode, sending a torent
of my hot cum into the deepest reaches of her cunt. We both rode
out the rest of the storm of sensations and at last she rested
herself on me and we kissed, again, sharing our passion and the
gratitude we felt toward each other for the wonderful sex we had
just shared.

She was in no hurry, having just completed a massive
series of orgasms, and neither was I, lost as I was in the
wonderful feeling of being sheathed inside of Lisa’s beautiful
body.

From this position it was a simple matter for me to
reach up and stroke her breasts, which I did, much to her
delight. My hands busied themselves with her mammaries, toying
with the nipples, squeezing the fleshy globes, finally drawing
her down so that I could reach these graciously formed melons
with my worshiping lips.

“Hmmmm. What have we here,” she said, grinning at me
and reaching between us to grasp my stiff shaft. “I think he’s
lonely, and needs someplace warm and wet to play in, don’t you?”

She rolled us over the rest of the way so that she was
on top of me. I felt her hands between us again as she
positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her womanhood.
She gave a little push downward with her hips and the head
slipped inside. Then it was one long slide down until she had it
all.

I moaned as I felt myself enveloped in that hot, wet,
grip. The interior of her sex was like a strong hand which
squeezed every square inch of the surface of my cock. She held
me there, her eyes closed as she too was affected by the
sensations of my dick hilted in her moist interior. She pulled
her knees up under her and began a rocking, fucking motion atop
my pulsing penis, grinding her clit into my pubic bone on every
down stroke.

I crawled up between her legs, my face right in front
of hers, and kissed her right on the mouth. It was a test of
sorts. Some women don’t mind if you go down on them, as long as
you don’t try to kiss them afterwards (unless you wash your face
and brush your teeth). Lisas was not like this, and her lips
opened under mine, her tongue searching for her own unique flavor
on my mouth. She cleaned my face of her spend, and smiled weakly
up at me, her breath still coming in little, gasping, sobs.

“God, John. No one’s ever done that to me before. Not
like that, anyway.”

I smiled at Lisa. Cunnilingus is my specialty. I like
it better than any other part of sex. Well, almost.

“You’re welcome, Lisa. It was my very great pleasure
to give you that experience.”

I rolled over on my side and Lisa rolled with me so
that we were facing one another. Lisa threw a leg over mine and
pressed her still soaking crotch up against my still hard (and
dripping) cock.

“Make me cum…please…make me cum, baby…I need it
soooo bad…” she moaned.

Who could ignore a plea like that? I placed the tip of
my tongue directly on her clitoris and began to shake my head
from side to side, just like a dog working on a bone only much
faster. I knew that I couldn’t keep this up too long without
getting extremely dizzy, but I also knew it was just about
guaranteed to produce an explosive orgasm for Lisa. And I was
right on both counts. I was dizzy very quickly, and I heard
Lisa’s low moan turn into a scream as she crashed over the edge
of the orgasmic abyss. Her thighs locked around my head and her
hands pulled my face even tighter to her pussy. She acted like
she wanted to pull my whole head inside of her. I kept my tongue
moving on Lisa’s clit as much as I could and she continued to
climax for a number of minutes.

My tongue shot to the bottom of her slit, right up into
her juicy hole gathering her nectar and lapping it into my
waiting mouth. All subtlty was forgotten now as I gorged myself
on Lisa’s beautiful pussy. My hands were under her buttocks now,
pulling her up to my face, not that she wasn’t thrusting there
anyhow, but this way, I was able to control her movements and
maintain contact. My mouth was everywhere in her crotch.
Sucking her large outer lips between my own and lashing them with
my tongue, flicking the tip of my tongue across her now distended
clit, working over the top of her mound with my mouth. I
established no pattern in my attack, and so she did not achieve
the rhythm necessary for an orgasm. This was all a little bit of
a tease on my part, but I knew that she would quickly climax once
I really set out to produce one for her, and so I kept up my
onslaught. Looking up, through the V of her slit, I saw Lisa
grasping her tits, squeezing the nipples until I thought they’d
pop right off her chest. She was moaning and thrashing in my
grip.

My tongue lingered on each surface it touched,
carefully tracing the edges of her turgid inner labia, swabbing
gently, yet insistently, on the smooth skin between the major and
minor folds. She tasted wonderful, like no woman I had ever had
before. I carefully avoided her clitoris for the time being,
concentrating on exploring all of the other interesting areas of
her slit first.

She obviously enjoyed what I was doing, and displayed
this enjoyment through the little gasping and yipping sounds she
made as I found a new hot spot with my tongue and lips. She
wanted more, and she reached down and grabbed the backs of her
knees, pulling them up to her chest and then spreading them wide,
opening herself completly to my hungry gaze.

Her woman scent was strong, and my mouth watered in
anticipation as I held it over the slowly opening lips of her
pussy. My breath washed over her sex as I let it out slowly – - I
then inhaled deeply through my nose, soaking up her powerful
feminine odor, letting it fill my head and draw me in to her
molten center. Her cunt was an opening flower, her clitoris hard
and erect, poking cleanly from its sheath at the apex of her
slit. Both her inner and outer lips were swollen, her juices
glistening on the crenelated surface of her inner lips, and
creating a slick, shiny trail down her crease and coating the
surface of her crinkled brown asshole.

At last, I could resist no longer, and my tongue began
to tenderly probe the delicate folds of her sex. She moaned
loudly at the contact, and I moaned too, at the heat and taste of
her. I was going to make a gormet meal of this beautiful woman’s
pussy, displayed so marvelously before me. But I did have some
table manners, and so I did not just dive in and begin devouring
her like some barbarian savage — though my lust crazed brain was
urging just such a course. The time for devouring would come,
but for now, I was treating this lovely cunny as if it were a
delicate flower, needing special, loving, care.

I didn’t stop kissing her, I just quit kissing her
mouth. My lips and tongue were busy all over her face, giving
her little, quick, light kisses and then moving on to kiss and
lick the soft skin of her lovely neck. I could feel her pulse
throbbing just beneath her skin and I imagined for a moment that
I was a vampire, about to dine on the rich life giving blood
surging through her veins.

I raised up then and gently rolled her over, moving her
hair aside to allow me to attack the soft skin there. Her
breathing and the low cooing and occasional gasps told me I was
on the right track. I’ve never known a woman for which the back
of the neck is not a major league erogenous zone, and kissing or
licking this area has never failed as a foreplay technique, for
me anyway, your mileage may vary.

My hands, which were not idle, blazed a trail across
her perfect skin which my lips and tongue then followed, leaving
their own shining evidence of passage behind them. I rubbed,
kissed, licked, and caressed every square inch of her back and
down her sides, even to those portions of her breasts which were
exposed in this position.

As I approached her buttocks, I saw her spread her legs
slightly, as if in anticipation, but I was still not ready to
quit teasing and so I lightly glided over those splendid mounds
and concentrated on completely covering first one and then the
other leg with kisses from thigh to toe and back again, spending
a particularly long, and for her excruciating, time on the
sensitive skin at the backs of her knees. She had begun to hump
the bed, attempting to obtain some release by grinding her pubic
mound into the matress. Her musk was a rich perfume which
saturated the atmosphere of the room and it seemed to draw me to
its source. I moved my mouth northward, back up the backs of her
thighs and the closer I came to their junction, the wider Lisa
spread her legs, and the more of her powerful scent was released.
This made it difficult to resist simply crawling up between her
legs and shoving my trembling cock deep into her sopping slit. I
was intent, however, on tasting her first, and so I locked down
my control and continued working my lips and tongue up the inside
of first one thigh and then the other, until I had placed wet,
sloppy kisses in the crease on either side of her hot, pulsating
mound.

Each time my mouth contacted her warm, smooth skin, she
let out a little gasp or made a sharp intake of breath. I found
these little sounds incredibly arousing — maybe it was a power
thing, or maybe it was just knowing that she was taking pleasure
from something I had done, but it was a powerful aphrodisiac none
the less.

Peformance anxiety? I’ll say. I wanted so much for
this scene to be perfect for her that I almost blew it. Luckily,
I remembered the mental exercises which I had learned in therapy
and quickly regained control of myself, all the while lightly
caressing Lisa’s flawless skin in a seemingly random way. Her
body trembled slightly at my touch and a small moan escaped her
lips as my hands reached the swell of her breasts and lingered
there a moment lightly teasing the swollen buds which crowned
them.

She was moving her legs restlessly, pressing her thighs
together. I caught a whiff of her excitement, the unmistakable
odor of a female in heat. Like the smell of a hot meal to a
starving man the scent drew me, but I resisted. It would be too
easy to just spread her legs and dive in, satisfying my craving
for pussy juice, and probably giving her a good climax as well,
but I wanted this to be more than a few licks and a quick cum for
both of us. This beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman had given me
back my self respect and I wanted to make this special for her.

I leaned over her, a hand on the bed on either side of
her shoulders, and then I kissed her. The kiss started out as a
very gentle oral caress of her lips, my tongue darting, teasing,
probing. Gradually it deepened and I felt her arms encircle my
back, her hands pulling me down until I was laying half on the
bed and half on top of her. It was a long, deep, wet kiss — the
kind Kevin Costner talked about in “Bull Durham” — and it lasted
until we both had to come up for air.

I placed my hands on her head and pulled her face up
for a kiss. Her sweet mouth was now flavored by my pre-cum and
the musk which naturally occurs on and near the male genitalia.
We were both breathing rather hard.

“Lisa, you have given me so much in the past few
months, and now here we are, right where you promised we would
be. I want to give you something special. Please lie back on
the bed and relax. And don’t be afraid to tell me what you
want.”

“All right, John,” she smiled as she followed my
instructions, displaying herself provocatively on the large bed.
I took a moment to drink in the sight. She looked so beautiful
laying there, anticipating what I might do next. She had
obviously been getting a little sun, and she must not have had
much for a bikini, judging from the tan lines and the nearly
complete lack of hair at the junction of her thighs. My heart
was in my throat as I crawled up on the bed next to her.

Precum was oozing from the tip of my cock and she
slowly moved her face toward it. Her tongue came out. She began
to lick the glistning discharge, obviously relishing its salty
taste and slimy texture.

“Beautiful,” she whispered.

Without another word she slipped the head of my cock
into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue busily scrubbing the
sensitive flesh on the underside of my cockhead, then moving all
around to provide a slick coat of saliva.

Still holding the base in one hand, Lisa removed my
cock from her mouth and began licking it all over. Her right
hand squeezed my shaft firmly and rythmicly while her left hand
gently caressed my secret sack.

The combination of her lips, tongue, mouth, and hands
soon had me breathing hard, but I knew that there was no danger
of me ejaculating any time soon just from this, pleasant though
it was. I felt that it was time to move on to other things.
She could suck me off later if she wanted, but first, I wanted a
taste of what was hidden within her jade gate.

“Enough,” she gasped, her voice husky with her passion,
“I don’t think I can stand up for much longer.”

Stepping backward, she sat on the edge of the bed,
pulling me with her by the front of my jeans. She quickly undid
the belt and then the buttons. Her hands were shaking and she
had some trouble with them, but I decided to let her do it on her
own. She pushed the jeans to my ankles. I stepped out of them.
My erection, barely contained by my shorts, was now right in
front of her face.

Lisa looked up at me and smiled as she worked her
fingers inside the waistband of my jockeys. In another moment
they joined my jeans by the side of the bed. Her hands flew to
my cock, grasping it firmly, squeezing and pumping — seemingly
measuring its length and thickness, testing the firmness of my
maleness.

My hands, now free to roam where they would began to
lightly explore everything within reach while my mouth continued
to teasingly caress Lisa’s lovely tits. Her own hands came up
and cupped her swollen globes from underneath, offering the erect
tips for my oral inspection. Not wanting to frustrate her more
than was necessary, I accepted her offer.

Mouth, tongue, light nips with the inscisors, gentle
squeezing from my hands, I worked on her breasts for several
minutes until I felt Lisa take my head in her hands and pull me
back up.

I worked my hands down under the waistband of her
shorts and discovered that she was wearing no panties. I cupped
her ass cheeks, enjoying the firm, yet feminine texture. Her ass
muscles clenched and unclenched as she ground herself against my
erection which was almost painfully trapped inside my jeans.

Pulling my mouth away from hers, I began to kiss her
face lightly and then her neck, gradually moving down to her
upper chest just to the point where her breasts began to slope
outward. She moaned with anticipation. My hands also moved
lower, taking her shorts down with them — but slowly, teasingly.

Her breasts were perfect. They projected straight out
from her chest without any hint of sag. While obviously well
supported by underlying muscle, they were not the breasts of a
body builder. Her light brown areolae were capped with nipples
which stood out from the surrounding flesh like the tips of small
fingers.

She allowed my inspection to continue for a few
moments, and then, “My turn,” she said, pulling my t-shirt out of
my jeans and over my head. We embraced once more, each gasping
as our flesh met skin to skin for the first time. Her nipples,
hardened with arousal, dug into my flesh like two points of
flame. We kissed again and my hands were all over her back,
stroking, kneading, caressing.

“Lisa, if you’re serious about going through with this
reward thing, you’ll be the second woman to whom I’ve made love
in my lifetime, and since I outgrew masturbation about the same
time my voice changed for good, I’d say that I’m in about the
same shape as you.”

“Good. Now, give me that bag and I’ll show you
inside.”

She gave me a quick tour of the place, ending back in
the living room. The mid afternoon sun was shining through the
pine trees making dancing patterns on the living room floor.
Lisa was holding both of my hands in hers and we were facing each
other in front of the fire place. By mutual consent and without
words we moved together. My arms went around her waist and hers
went around mine. Our mouths met in a light kiss — just lip
contact. Her perfume, light and sweet but not overpowering, came
up to greet me.

“You smell delicious,” I murmured into her ear.

“You smell like a man. A man that I very much want to
make love to right now.”

Our mouths met again and this time we held the kiss,
our tongues beginning to dance with one another, probing,
piercing, licking. Our bodies pressed together. I could feel
her breasts pressing against me. I know she had to be able to
feel my erect member pressing against her.

The kiss finally broke. She disengaged herself from my
embrace and began to walk out of the room. I followed. Within
moments we were in the master suite, standing by the king size
bed, embracing once more.

It was a beautiful drive. Early June in our part of
the world can either be great or horrible. This had been a great
June so far and it promised to be a great weekend to be at the
lake. I couldn’t have cared less about the weather, though,
since I planned on spending most of my time indoors.

I was a little nervous. I hadn’t been intimate with a
woman other than my wife since 1973 and she was the only one with
whom I had ever had sexual intercourse. I may not have been very
relatable, but I was definitely monogomous. So, I didn’t know
how things were going to go, and I really wanted to please Lisa.

Following the instructions on the back of the map, I
soon found my way up the long winding drive to the top of the
hill overlooking the lake where Lisa’s “cabin” was. Some cabin.
Three bedrooms, including a master suite with a jacuzzi on a deck
overlooking the lake. Big living room with a field stone fire
place. Lots of comfortable looking furniture and hardwood
floors. Lots of glass facing the lake. Large boathouse with
what appears to be living quarters above. Space for two or three
boats. One, a large inboard is tied up to the dock.

Lisa came out to meet me when I pulled up to the car
port. She looked great in a pair of shorts and a halter top. A
five foot nine inch vision of firm, healthy flesh topped with
that beautiful brown hair (you can have your blondes — I’ll
take brunettes every time).

“You made it! I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

She ran over to my side of the car and grabbed me in a
big hug as soon as I got out.

“Who could resist an invitation like that? Of course I
came.”

“I’m glad. This has been a long six months for me.”

“Oh? Why?”

“While you’ve been dieting and exercising, I’ve been
completely celibate. I haven’t even masturbated.”

I was a little startled by this admission, masturbation
not usually being a subject I discuss with women.

That’s why I was kind of surprised when I opened my
mail today. There was a card with a note inside and a map. The
note said “Every Good Boy Deserves A Favor” (which also happens
to be the title of my favorite ‘Moody Blues’ album) and it was
signed “Your Breathless With Anticipation Aerobics Instructor”.
The map showed the route to a lake near the city where I live.
There were written instructions on the back of the map.

Between now and then, we’ll keep meeting for coffee and getting
to know one another a little better. If you’ve been faithful to
the physical regime for six months and make your goal weight (I
had told her it was 200 lbs even) you and I will spend a weekend
at a cabin I inherited from my grandparents. It’s in a very
secluded location on a beautiful lake not far from here.”

And
even if she did, I was sure that it would be a short
relationship, particularly when she got a load of my lack of
staying power — though if she liked getting head, it might make
up for it — I’m very good at that.

“But, (here it comes, I thought) there’s a catch.”

“I knew it.”

“So, are you trying to tell me that I turn you on,
somehow, right now even though I look more like Dom Deluise than
Burt Reynolds?”

“Not quite. But my sister and I are a lot alike. I
think that if I spent some time with you, I could become very
attracted to you. One thing you should realize is that a lot of
those blow dried body building types are so stuck on themselves
that they make lousy lovers. Other kinds of guys, more like you,
are more attentive to their partner’s needs and can actually be
more satisfying sexually.”

She smiled. I’m sure that I was red as a beet. I was
embarassed and very close to getting angry with her. If this was
some sort of elaborate tease, it was a cruel one for sure.

“That’s true enough. Most men are. Tell me, how long
has it been since you felt attractive?”

Well. That certainly caught me by surprise. To be
honest, I don’t know if I’ve ever felt attractive. Not
physically anyway.

Growing up I had some real conflicting needs
- – the need for attention, yet wanting to blend in to the
background. I wanted people to be close to, but I wouldn’t let
them in. That’s probably why my marriage failed – - my wife could
never get inside of my head because I wouldn’t let her. Some
sort of trust thing. Well, anyway, I had to come up with some
sort of answer….

“Because you want to sleep with the instructor.”

She said it with a straight face. I’m sure my chin
dropped all the way to my chest before I recovered my composure.
I started to laugh, thinking that she was joking, and was cut off
in mid gufaw by the serious look on her face.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I’m not. There’s only one way you’re going to get
through this class, John, and I’m telling you what it is. You’re
going to have to believe that when it’s all over, there’s going
to be a reward.”

Cut to a Perkins. Any Perkins. They all look pretty
much the same. A freshly showered couple sits in a booth at the
back of the resturant. Small talk ensues.

“You said you knew why I took your class,” I said, by
way of transition to the real reason we were here, “What did you
mean by that?”

“You’re trying to prove something to yourself. Recover
your lost manhood. Go back to the time when you were young and
in shape. You felt better then. You want to recapture that.”

“I’ve lost my manhood, eh? What makes you think so?”

“I know who you are. My sister took a college course
from you once, which may explain why you said I look familiar to
you, though you couldn’t place me. I know a little bit about
what’s been going on in your life. Your divorce, for instance.”

There are many others. Food was one of mine. My divorce was a
real wake up call. I nearly lost my job and everything else in
my life without dealing with my problems, but when I lost my
family, well, that was something that really got to me.

I got into therapy and began to deal with all the
things going on inside my head. But I still wasn’t into
relationships. Too many wounds, many self inflicted, had left my
heart encased in some pretty tough scar tissue. That’s why I
hesitated a little before saying yes to Lisa’s invitation.

I could tell that the instructor was watching me,
waiting for me to collapse — or perhaps trying to figure out
what I was doing in her class. It wasn’t an advanced aerobics
class, but it was more than what a beginner like me should have
been in. I signed up knowing only that I needed some structured
exercise — no one told me what I was getting into, or, more
probably, I wasn’t paying attention. Now, I was too proud to
admit that I was in a little over my head. Yes, the instructor,
a rather nicely put together brunette who appeared to be about 19
or 20, was definitely looking at me.

For the past four years I’ve taught health education at a racially
mixed high school in Long Island. I’m 26-years-old, 5′5″ and I weigh 135
pounds. I guess I’m about 10 pounds over weight but I do have 36D boobs and
long, blonde hair and I’m considered attractive. I’ve never been interested
in sports or in any physical activities. You could say I’m a couch potato. In
fact, my ex-husband tried to get me to do sit-ups which I was incapable of
doing. Rich my husband, says he’s always been turned on by soft women, so my
softness is a turn-on to him.

He’s always brining Cavalier and Nugget home and we turn-on together
reading the letters and the fights, especially when black girls are beating up
white girls. As I said, I teach at a racially mixed school and almost all the
fights between black and white students are started and finished by the black
girls.

Up until last year I had never been in a fight in my life but all that
changed the day I had to discipline a girl named Yvette, a 17-year-old, black
student in one of my classes. She was disturbing the class and I finally had
to have a security guard escort her to the principal’s office and she was
suspended from school.

At the end of the school day, I drove home and when I walked to the
front door and had my keys out, a hand shot out and grabbed my upper arm. My
legs went to jelly as I turned and stood face to face with Yvette. Her nails
dug deep into my soft arms as pain shot through my body. She took the key and
opened the door then pushed me ahead of her.

She opened the door behind her and started to scream at me, calling me
every filthy name in the book. She was like a wild woman and all I could do
was stand helplessly in front of her. Yvette was my height, but probably
weighed about 115 pounds. She was wearing a T-shirt and jeans and her arms
appeared to be very strong and wiry.

She walked toward me with a look of hate in her eyes. I was moving
back towards the bathroom, thinking maybe I could lock myself in when all of a
sudden, she closed the distance between us and slapped me across the face. I
felt my face redden as tears started to pour down my cheeks. I truly didn’t
know what to do. My mouth had gotten so dry, I couldn’t speak.

Yvette ripped my blouse down, popping my buttons, and ripped off my
bra. My hand went instinctively to cover my tits, but she grabbed them and
forced them down to my sides. Then she grabbed my skirt and pulled it up to
my waist pinching my sides. I stood before her blubbering like a baby. Then,
just as suddenly as she began her attack, she stopped and backed off. The
look on her face was so hateful and cruel. “Bitch, I’m gonna’ kick your white
ass and just about kill you!”

She continued to repeat her threats as she slipped off her T-shirt and
jeans. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her hard nipples topped her firm black
tits that stood straight out. Her legs were thin but not muscular and her ass
looked solid under black lace panties.

Yvette walked over to me and grabbed hold of my skirt, yanking it down
and off me. I felt ashamed as she yanked me toward her by my hair. Then she
started slapping me across my face. Even though I was eight or nine years
older, and 25 pounds heavier, I was completely intimidated by this tough black
bitch. Her hands grabbed my soft breasts as she pinched and squeezed them
pulling my nipples and slapping them hard. I tried to hit her but she didn’t
seem to even notice my attempts.

One of her hands slid down between my legs and I found myself being
lifted off the floor and thrown down on my back. Yvette grabbed my ankles and
spread my legs over and behind my head. She kept me like this for a while
then got up and stood over me.

“Ms. Mason, you fucked me over, now I’m gonna’ fuck you up!” I’ll
never forget the look on her face or her words as she stood over me. “You fat
white cow, I’m gonna’ tear your tits off and stuff them up your cunt! Then
I’m gonna’ tear your fat white ass apart and you’ll be begging me to stop!”

As Yvette was terrorizing me with her words, I could see that she was
actually getting sexually excited. With one hand, she was rubbing the crotch
of her panties and her black nipples started getting very erect and firm.
There was a growing wet spot on her panties and a glazed look in her eyes.

Yvette then kneeled down between my legs, still rubbing her own pussy
through her wet pants and with her other hand, she started to play with my
thighs, pinching and twisting the soft flesh. This started me sobbing again
and as I laid helplessly on the floor she’d give a pull on my pussy hairs
forcing me to cry out in pain.

Slim blonde fucking and giving head in these hardcore photos

Then she positioned herself over my body with her face directly above
mine. She started to spit on my face forcing my mouth open and drooling into
it. As she was doing this, her body stiffened as she ground her pussy into
mine and I knew she was reaching orgasm.

The smell of sex was in the air as her hands once more went to my
pussy. She tore off my panties then spread my legs and started rubbing my ass
and pussy with the crotch of my underpants. Then she put the panties up to my
mouth and forced me to lick the crotch. I was humiliated as the smell of my
urine and cum filled the air around me.

After she finished with me, Yvette got up and walked over to the
couch, removed her panties, spread her legs apart and began to masturbate.
“Bitch!” she said, “crawl over here!” I turned over and got up on my hands
and knees and did as I was told. My big, soft tits were flopping around as I
crawled over to where Yvette was sitting waiting for me. She forced me to
lick her black feet and toes and then another orgasm racked her body, she
grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her wet pussy. Cum flowed out of her
cunt and her hard thighs held my face close to her pussy lips.
I was waiting in the booth at three as I was told. I was
beginning to wonder how Randy expected me to help him pass
his class. I mean he was a senior, and I was only a freshman.
All his classes were at least two years ahead of me.

He got to the booth right at three. I had expected him to tell
me to get undressed. I figured he would want to use me before
we began to study. To my surprise, he told me to follow him.
He lead me through the halls to Mr.. Anderson’s room.

Mr.. Anderson was a teacher who taught freshmen through senior
english. I had thought him to be the best teacher I ever had.
He was funny and bright, and made me really want to learn.
I tried harder in his class than in any other.

As Randy and I entered the room, I could see a few things had
changed since my last class with Mr.. Anderson this afternoon.
His desk had been cleared away, and a sheet had been placed over
the top of it.

As I entered the room, a really bad feeling came over me.
I didn’t know why, but that sheet looked rather ominous to me.

I saw Mr.. Anderson sitting behind his desk looking out the
window. As Randy shut the door, he turned to face us. He gave
me a glance, then turned to Randy saying, “Does she know what
is going on?”
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It was hot and steamy as we arrived at the airport in
Brisbane for the long journey home to Boston. This was the end
of a month-long campervan vacation in Australia, and I, for
one, was overjoyed to be heading back to some normalcy. For an
entire month my wife Anne (I call her “the queen”) had avoided
sex in the campervan, or anywhere else for that matter, since
“the children are nearby.” – The irony of her way of thinking
will be evident shortly.
Actually, she is not very interested in sex anytime, since
she was taught by her mother that sex was “dirty.” The only
time she ever saw her parents making love, they were fully
clothed (hike up the skirt, dear – I’ll just quickly unzip.)
Sometimes I wonder how we ever ended up with three children;
one is grown and on her own, the two boys (Ralph, 17 and
Trevor, 14) were with us on holiday. Because I travel
regularly, I have opportunity for other sexual outlets during
the year, but four plus weeks within close quarters with a
demanding uptight woman does not give you much opportunity to
develop alternatives.
I had some first class upgrade coupons, but at check-in
time was told there was only one seat available. Anne
immediately volunteered because of her “potential for a bad
back,” and was seated in 3A. The boys and I were given 21K/L
and 22L. This was aisle and window seating in the 2-5-2
configuration, and the last two rows in the second section. I
took the single seat, and let Ralph and Trevor sit together for
the first ten-hour segment of the flight.
An attractive woman dressed in a loose sweater and very
tight blue jeans took the seat next to me. I could see that
Ralph was uncomfortable and maybe even a little jealous, since
he kept turning around to talk to me, but she was too old (29)
to be interested in him. She introduced herself as Christine,
“You can call me Chrissy.” She was about five foot eight,
light brown (almost blond) long hair, a nice ass – firm and
high, breasts with an impact even through her shapeless
sweater, and obviously in good physical condition.
Chrissy was headed for Miami to pick up her belongings from
a recent divorce; she and her husband had been working together
on private yachts for eight years, and he had developed a
cocaine habit. When he would not seek help to end his drug
addiction, and more immediately after a close call with customs
in Australia last year, she decided then and there to split
from him, filed for divorce, stayed in Brisbane, and had just
been notified the divorce was final. In the meantime, she had
met another guy she wanted to stay with, and was going to Miami
to settle up the property and return to her new lover. This I
discovered during dinner conversation and over a few shared
glasses of wine. Looking into my eyes, she confided she was
“now free and ready for some excitement.”
The movie started, the flight attendants went around the
cabin to lower all the shades, and Chrissy said, “I’d rather
talk, if it’s OK with you; this movie is terrible.” I had also
seen the movie and agreed. We spent the next two hours getting
to know each other better. Chrissy at one point said, “You
have terrific eyes, I get really turned on by eyes.” We talked
about the kids, and when she asked if I was married and learned
about Anne in the front cabin, she thought it displayed selfish
behavior and then never mentioned my marital status again.
By now, the boys had fallen asleep, and just before the end
of the movie, Chrissy excused herself for a few minutes,
reached into the overhead bin for her carry-on (stretched long
enough to get my mind focused on her hips and legs in those
wonderful tight jeans,) and headed to the lavatory in the
back. When she returned, she was wearing loose-fitting
sweatpants, and when she asked if I minded if she lifted the
arm dividing the seats, I replied “Of course not!” By now I
had an idea of what she had in mind, because she had confided
during the movie that one of her greatest turn-ons was the risk
of discovery while having sex. “My husband was not a great
lover, but in the close confines of the boat it was always
exciting to fuck without anyone nearby knowing about it; I had
more orgasms from fucking near other people than from the sex
act itself.” As she shared this with me, she was already
visibly breathing more quickly.
Chrissy and I arranged the blankets over both of us, now no
longer separated, and curled up like spoons in the otherwise
crowded seats. I started to give her a back rub, slowly
working over her muscles by now cramped from the first five
hours of the flight. She purred quietly, and after a while
squirmed her shapely ass on the seat, pushing it back into my
growing erection. With both hands I reached around under her
loose sweater, and fondled her globes, her nipples growing
firmer under my gentle stroking.
Chrissy reached back and with one hand released my belt,
then unbuckled and unbuttoned my pants. I whispered in her
ear, “How do you do that? I can’t even do that with one hand,
and they’re my pants.” She laughed, and said, “Years of
practice; don’t worry, it gets better.” My hard-on sprang out
of my tight bikini briefs as she pulled the waistband forward,
and she whispered, “I’m glad you’re not wearing boxer shorts, I
can’t stand them.”
Chrissy began to stroke my cock, now slightly oozing with
its own lubrication. She used the pre-come to help rotate her
fingers gently around the head, stroking it with ever firmer
pressure. I withdrew my hands from under her sweater to push
my pants down further, allowing me to slip the briefs down
below my swollen balls, which she now explored with her
questing hand. Lubricating her fingers even more with her
saliva, she alternately rubbed my balls and massaged the head
of my dick.
My hands were now free, and I hungrily reached forward for
her erect nipples, shortly afterward sliding my right hand down
her belly and slipping it under the waistband of her
sweatpants. She was wearing no panties underneath, and the
inside of the cotton sweats was already wet with her juices.
As I stroked her mound, her lubrication welcomed my fingers
into her warm wet cunt. Rubbing the juices on my fingers, I
began to circle her clitoris and then used my fingers to stroke
in and out of her pussy while my thumb pushed against her
swollen clit. She was breathing harder now, and could not stop
moving her ass around on the seat, first bucking her soaking
cunt against my right hand, then pushing her ass back against
my cock through the sweatpants.
Just then, the stewardess came down the aisle, paused
noticeably as she came up to our row, glared at me (me? why me?
there are two of us here, you know!), almost said something,
then apparently decided that since we were bothering nobody
else, she would keep moving. Thank God! While we were both
close to fully clothed at that time, there was little chance
she could do anything legally disastrous, but who needs the
embarrassment, or the hassle from the kids for that matter.
As the stewardess left, Chrissy whispered. “She knows
exactly what we are doing, and she’s jealous! Now I want to
have your prick inside me. I’ll keep quiet, but I need you to
fuck me now.” With this, she lifted her ass off the seat and
slid her sweats down below her knees, then separated her legs
slightly and moved back so I could slide into her dripping
pussy from behind. I moved slowly in and out as she purred and
pushed back onto my cock quietly so we would not wake our
neighbors.
At the same time, I reached back around to stroke her
clitoris easily but steadily. The appearance of the stewardess
had startled me, and most of the urgency for release that had
built up from her stroking my hard-on had subsided, so it was a
nice, long, easy fuck, punctuated by her spasming in orgasm
three times before my cock pressure built up to the point of no
return. I came with the most excruciating pleasure I had felt
in my life (actually for the last month, but you know how easy
it is to lose perspective at the moment.) I felt like I
unleashed at least a pint of come into her already dripping
cunt. I sighed, and whispered’ “Chrissy, it must have been
heaven that sent you to this seat. You don’t know how much I
needed that.”
She then turned around in the seat to sit normally, and
kissed me for the first time. “I needed it just as much as you
did; you’re a terrific fuck, but on top of that it’s the danger
that makes me come so much. Thanks for being here, I dreamed
that I’d be fucked silly on this trip. As we kissed, I told
her about my favorite turn-on. “What I like best is eating
pussy, but there is no room here for that. Would you like to
go to the back of the plane with me?”
“What do you mean? In the lavatory?” she asked.
“Yes. If we are reasonably cautious we can get in there
without causing an uproar,” I replied.
“I’ve never done that before,” Chrissy explained.
“There’s a first time for everything,” I said, and moved to
pull up my pants and buckle my belt. She thought about it for
a minute, and then said, “why not, let’s try it!” She drew up
the sweatpants and tied the drawstring (I hadn’t noticed there
was one before – must not have been tied.) Then she got up and
headed for the back of the plane, with me following directly
behind.
She entered the first lavatory, which was vacant (good
thing the flight was long, and everybody was still asleep.) I
slipped right in behind her before the flight attendants
noticed we were even there. As I closed the door, she turned
and we started to kiss passionately. She broke for a quick
query, “how do you do anything in this little space?” As I
untied the drawstring on her sweatpants, I said, “Just lift up
and sit on the sink, and let me taste your cunt.”
Chrissy lifted, spread her legs, and I could see her cunt
lips were still swollen from her last orgasm. I gently tongued
her outer lips, occasionally swiveling my head to nip the
insides of her thighs, but always returning to circle her clit,
and as it swelled up, suck on it gently. There was no end to
the wetness; her own lubrication, supplemented by the enormous
load of come I had left in her pussy, dripped down both sides
of my chin onto the stainless steel sink surface and trailed
down her thighs.
After tonguing her into a few more orgasms, I realized how
hard I was getting again, and finally stood up, sliding her ass
slightly off the surface, and drove my cock into her again
while we exchanged extremely wet but tasty kisses, flavored by
both of our juices. Such a short time after the last fuck, and
she was sooo wet; this time it lasted at least twenty minutes,
both of us sighing and savoring the overwhelming sensations
coursing through our bodies. Finally, after a slow buildup
that I never wanted to end, I came again, not as much this
time, but she sensed it and started bucking hard just at the
same moment. The pleasure was so intense it was almost
painful.
The light came on to return to the cabin, and after a few
minutes we were able to adjust ourselves to some degree of
presentability to return to our seats. Just as we opened the
door, the same stewardess was looking right into my eyes. She
said angrily, “Please return to your seats and stay there. We
have some turbulence and the captain has turned on the seat
belt sign.” I couldn’t help but think that maybe we were the
cause of the turbulence, but then that’s just my imagination
running away with me again.
As we settled in to the seats, Chrissy pushed the seat
divider down, saying, “I think everyone is waking up, let’s not
embarrass your boys.” The breakfast service was beginning, the
cabin lights were turned on, and we were again two strangers
who happened to be sitting next to each other on the plane.
The secret of our mile-high lovemaking was secure.
We exchanged addresses, but with her in Brisbane and me in
Boston it’s not likely we’ll ever meet again. Both of us
promised to use caution in contacting each other should the
opportunity arise, so our current SO would not be disturbed,
but also promised to get together if possible again.
I said goodbye to Chrissy at the seat, and went forward
with the unsuspecting boys to deplane.
As we got to the end of the ramp in the terminal, I asked
Anne, “How was your flight?”
“Great,” she replied, “one of the most relaxing ever.”
“Me too!”

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Arla was sitting beside him as they raced along the 101. The ocean to
their right appeared and disappeared through the hills. The wind swirled
into the Jag. He shifted gears. She seemed pleased with how he did that.
They drove up through the hills and it got cooler. It started to rain, or was
it mist?
“Hey, we’re driving through a cloud” he said.
The car felt snug and strong, and he looked over and what he saw,
what he saw, was Arla slipped down below window level with her skirt
hoisted up and her legs wide open and her panties pulled to the side…
Smiling like the sun and moon, she seemed to fill all the space in the cabin.
But Bobby was cool. He kept driving, as the wind tore at her skirt
in the corner of his eye.

Another time he had overstayed his welcome–probably–on her sofa.
He knew how to do that, and he knew what Arla would do about it.
“Bobby,” she would say, “aren’t you tired yet?” There was a lamp to
either side of the sofa, making the light in the room ever so soft and the
quietness of the house ever so loud.
“Oh, I dunno,” said Bobby, “I feel kinda tense, you know.”

They’d had a really nice night, all in that room. She had rattled on and
on about her girlfriends’ faults and life mistakes–all nineteen odd years of
their various lives–and he had pumped her for lascivious details as though
he could creep into her friends’ rooms also while they undressed. She
knew this and she fed him tidbits, but mainly she was listening to her own
voice. Six times at least, Bobby’s penis inflated and deflated. And now he
was “tense.” What that meant was that he wanted to be rewarded for being
such a damn good listener. This was not going to be a Platonic relationship
if he could help it! And Arla was mixing things up. He was the only
person she could trust. That didn’t sound good at all.
He had no need to worry.
“What’s that in your pants, Bobby?” she asked. “Your flashlight? Did
you bring your flashlight? Let me see it. Its so dark in here.” And she
clicked off a lamp.
Sweet talk.

————–

Arla, your name is your lips around my dick. Arla, I smell your hair
rising off my lap. Arla, your fingernails are perfect and your hands are
cool. Arla, your sweaters are spun from New Zealand sheep. Arla, you
sucked me into you and swallowed me into your head and hair. I did not
see your face until you turned over and said, as you laid on my right
thigh, “I’m just going to rest a minute; and then you must go.”
Bobby’s fingers were drumming on the wooden steering wheel. The
rain was coming down hard now. He should go. He pushed his keys into
the slot and twisted. Nothing. A click.
Oh jeez! Now what? He could go back in, try to speak to her, make
her remember. Or he could walk off into the rain. That would satisfy
something. But then he would have to come back with tow truck and
embarrass her and….
He tried to start the Jag again, and was about to try for a third time,
feeling more rotten and stupid and panicked by the moment, when the
passenger door opened.
Arla! Her hair was sprayed with drops but was not wet. Her face was
shining and damp as she tumbled into the seat beside him. She smelled of
wool and chocolate and everything good.
“Let’s drive!” she said.
Bobby prayed a prayer with the sincerity of an acetylene torch. He
could have willed the car to fly, and kept it flying, on his desire and
happiness alone. He turned the key. The Jag leapt to life. And the road
crunched under his tires.

From the house, Arla’s sister called her to the window.
“There’s that creep, Bobby James. I bet he’s been parked there for
hours again. I’m going to get rid of him.”
“Hey, be nice” said Arla.
She came to the window and watched Belinda cross the wet lawn to the
little Toyota. She saw Belinda open the passenger door and start yelling.
She watched the car pull away, and Belinda walking quickly, almost
running, back to the house.

–

worked from her desk. IТve watched her as her ass moved in those

business skirts and slacks. IТve watched every curve of her body. How

her breasts stuck out from the tight sweaters and blouses she wore. She

was always playful with the guys. A natural flirt.

IТve always wanted to fuck Allison since the day I first saw her. What

guy wouldnТt? She had a body that any guy would give their left nut

for. And she always walked around with an air of confidence that almost

screamed “I can fuck any guy I want and you canТt do anything about it!”

Today was the best time for me. Her boss was overseas on a business

trip, so she could wear more casual clothes. Today she wore black

slacks with leggings and a black pullover sweater. The slacks hugged

her shapely legs, which made up for the bulky sweater covering up her

breasts. And I found out that she would be spending most of the work

day filing old accounts. That meant she would be spending a lot of time

in the file room, which was the only isolated room in the whole floor

besides the restrooms!

I spent most of the morning preparing for what I wanted to do to her. I

knew she was a creature of habit, going to the file room at set points

of the day. I also knew that the file room doors were left open during

business hours. Anyone could go in there at any time.

By two-thirty, I knew it would soon be time for her to head to the file

room again. I watched as she started getting files ready for her to

bring with her, then I took my afternoon break.

The restrooms on the floor were across the small hallway from the file

room. Most folks donТt take their afternoon breaks until three, so I

knew not too many folks would notice that instead of heading to the

elevators or to the menТs room, I went into the file room.

The file room is filled with racks upon racks of old files. In the far

back of the room was the copying machine. It was out of the line of

sight with the door, so in order for you to see the copying machine, you

had to go through the door, down three rows, then turn right. Many of

the file boxes werenТt put up on racks yet, so I hid myself behind one

stack of boxes and waited Allison to show up.

Sure enough, a minute later, she entered the room. I could hear the

clicking of her “fuck-me-now” pumps against the concrete floor as she

walked towards the copying machine.

Sweat started beading down my face. This was something IТve wanted to

do for a long time! And how here I was going to do it!

I crept out from behind the boxes, making sure I was ever silent. The

anxiety made me hard. I could hear her hum a sweet melody as she set up

the pages to be copied. I got to within inches of her, and I could

smell her perfume. She pushed the copy button. The copy machine was

extremely noisy. You could hear it all down the hallway. It made for

the perfect cover for me.

Before she could turn around, I snaked one hand across her mouth, and

another on her back to shove her against the machine.

“SHHH!!!” I said to her ear. “Not a sound!”

With one hand still on her mouth, I struggled to pull her slacks and

panties off her in a couple of tugs. It wasnТt as easy as I hoped it

would be. But I managed to finally pull them down past her hips. Then

it was another task to open up my fly. Fortunately, I was rock hard,

that part wasnТt difficult for me.

“Nice ass,” I muttered into her ear.

She did have a nice ass. Well rounded, aerobically-toned, and even had

a hint of a tan line. I let my hand linger on it for a few seconds.

But I knew I had to rush this. Allison let loose a whimper when she

realized what I was about to do, but she couldnТt do anything about it.

I pushed her over the machine as far as possible, then stuck my hard

cock into her pussy. She let loose a muffled grunt as she felt every

inch of my rod enter her. Her pussy was nice and tight, every bit as I

hoped it would be!

As I pumped her pussy from the rear, I finally let my free hand snake

underneath her sweater and underneath her bra. Her breast was a

handful, and quite warm underneath that wool. I could swear I heard her

moan in pleasure just briefly as I continued to pump my cock into her.

I pumped her pretty hard, and as I got near to peak, she started to

whimper with each thrust. I wanted this to last a long time.. forever,

if it was possible. Just the feeling of power and control I had over

her, the sensation of her being fucked by me at work.. it was

incredible. But I also knew I had to rush things. Anyone can walk into

the file room and see me fucking Allison. The last thing I wanted to

have happen was a coworker find out what IТve been doing.

Finally, I let loose a grunt as I shot my load into AllisonТs pussy.

She grunted herself as each drop of sperm was shot up into her. Then I

heard nothing, except the whirl of the copying machine and her heavy

breathing. I gave myself one last feel of her bare ass before pulling

up her panties and slacks again, then making my way to the menТs room.

I stayed in the menТs room for a couple of minutes so that I could calm

down. I looked like a nervous wreck! I was sweating up a storm! It

was a good thing I was wearing black slacks too, otherwise folks would

have seen the wet spot around my zipper where it rubbed against her

rear.

I returned to my desk with just a minute to spare from my break. One of

my coworkers asked why I looked like I was in a rush. I simply told her

I stepped outside for a few minutes and didnТt want to be late getting

back from my break time.

It took a few more minutes before I saw Allison come back from the file

room. Clearly she wasnТt the same Allison I saw just fifteen minutes

ago. Gone was the pious “I can fuck anyone I want” look. Instead she

looked almost paranoid, as if she was saying “Oh my god, did anyone see

me get fucked?”

Later that day, I was about to get in my car when I felt a hand snake

around me from behind and cover my mouth. I turned around and saw

Allison in front of me.

“I had no idea you would do actually do that!” she said with a grin.

“Did you like it?” I asked as I traced a hand across her face. “I

mean.. did I hurt..?”

She took my hand in hers. “No, no, it didnТt hurt. It was just soЕ

different! And youТve always wanted to do that to me?”

“Ever since I met you,” I told her. “Thank you darling.”

“DonТt thank me yet,” she said with a chuckle. “Now itТs YOUR turn to

live out one of my fantasies!”