There I was, a 6 foot, 265 pound blob of 40 year old
insecurity and bruised ego, struggling to keep up with the rest
of the aerobics class. Sweat stung my eyes and pain radiated
from my bad knee — neither sensation was particularly noticable
compared to the pounding of my heart and the gasping sounds of my
labored breathing. Pride was the only thing which kept me on my
feet and moving.

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.

Archive-name: Violent/tuffgirl.txt
Archive-author: P.M.
Archive-title: Teacher Humiliated By Tough School Girl

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.

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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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Archive-name: Affairs/airfling.txt
Archive-author:
Archive-title: Air Fling

This is my first posting … I have more to share in the
future if you like this, but must post anonymously, since I am
a senior manager at a Fortune 100 company and knowledge about
my extra-curricular activities would cause the end of my
career.
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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It was three o’clock in the afternoon and it had started to rain. Wet
leaves stuck to the glossy red trunk of the Jaguar, beaded with droplets,
and a hazy sun caught the rear window. Bobby opened the door and sat
down heavily, breathing in the leather. So that was it. The end of Arla. He
looked across the passenger seat to the lawn through the streaked window,
the lawn that led up to the house. The canopied street curved away before
him, its houses and hedges and willows and mimosa trees dripping and
green. He looked down. Suddenly he felt her legs around his head again
and his face pressed so deep into her pussy that it was stopped by her
pubic bone. Her fragrance was overwhelming, so close, so closeI

———————

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.”
(more…)

This is a day IТve dreamt of. For months, IТve watched Allison as she

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!”

She was an attractive divorcee, and a lot of fun to talk to. I
had no idea she would say “That sounds like a great idea!” when I
suggested she join my wife and me for an evening. And the lack of
resistance when I asked Jan about it didn’t really make me feel
too badly.

Here we were together in the hotel suite after an evening of din-
ing and dancing. Sally liked Tuborg Gold Tequila and Jan liked
Manhattans. I was all set for both. We sat and had a few drinks,
when Sally asked Jan to join her in a joint. She never had be-
fore, but was willing to try. I had just quit smoking a few years
before, so didn’t dare join them.

Well, it wasn’t long, with pot and whiskey, and three people who
had known each other for a few years, before the atmosphere became
very, very comfortable. I finally suggested turning off the
lights and lying down and they both agreed.

It was pitch dark, and my clothes were off in a flash. Lying
there in the middle of the king size bed, I was growing with an-
ticipation, hearing them both undressing on either side of the
bed. Sally lied down first and I put my arm around her, kissing
her gently. Her skin was so soft, and I had never touched her be-
fore. As I felt the bed move when Jan sat down, I rolled over on
my back, taking her in my other arm. Her breasts were larger, and
her perfume sweet, and she snuggled in closely.

I was in ecstasy, feeling both of them in my arms, and their
thighs against mine. Both of their hands were exploring my chest
and abdomen. Suddenly I realized that I could feel their lips and
bodies, but I could no longer feel their hands. They had reached
across and were exploring each other intimately. I could begin to
feel their hips writhe as their fingers found each others clits
and reached inside.

Then they began kissing my nipples, and running their tongues across my
belly and into my belly button. Their tongues met on the tip of my pe-
nis as they were kissing the shaft on each side at the same time. (Two
tongues on my cock at the same time, and then an alternate seesaw
battle taking turns sucking and engulfing it) And always not being
able to more than guess where their hands were.

Sally climbed on top and I guided Jan to sit down behind her. Jan
reached around and held Sally’s breast with one hand and her pussy with
the other while she pressed her breasts against Sally’s back. She had
me deep inside her and I could feel Jan’s finger occasionally drop down
and squeeze the base of my hard cock. Sally was coming already, and we
squealed with her. She had never had anything like this happen to her
before, and I found out later how many times we would repeat the same
wonderful “trip”.

I moved over to the side of the bed for a short break. Jan wasn’t
ready to rest, though. She began kissing Sally’s breasts, and in no
time, she was getting hot again. I had turned on a bathroom light in
the meantime, and now I could just barely make out the two figures next
to me. Jan began to inch down, constantly licking Jan’s belly with her
tongue and beginning to lick her thighs. Maybe it was the pot or maybe
it was the electricity, but Jan’s knees came apart as Sally lied down
between her legs, and caressed her crotch with her tongue. Jan’s hands
went to her head, and immediately her tongue was inside. She reached
over and held me with one hand while Jan writhed to another climax.

Now it was Jan’s turn. I rolled over on top, and she guided me inside.
She was smooth and warm and very, very active. I pulled out before
long, wanting to prolong the ecstasy. I’m glad Sally was there, be-
cause Jan was very hot. Sally kissed her on the lips, played with her
tongue, and then immediately buried her head in Jan’s lap. Jan’s hips
raised high, and I could tell her tongue was all the way inside. She
came very quietly, altogether different than Sally. But it was obvi-
ously intense. I thought I was going to have to give her resuscitation
for a moment.

They both had another drink and a joint, and now it was time to learn
to do the grinds. We had teased Sally that she never could do the
bumps and grinds, so Jan decided to teach her. With the music on and
the lights up, nothing but laughs could be the result watching those
two beauties teach each other to do a sensuous dance with too much
booze (and without too much success!!)

And then it was my turn. After the lights were turned down, and the
laughs settled down, they both decided that I hadn’t seen nothin’ yet!
They both kissed me all over, one filling my mouth with their tongue
and the other playing deep throat. I liked it when they both kissed my
nipples at the same time, running their hands over my balls and cock.
Finally I rolled on top of Jan. Sally wanted to guide me in, so we
both let herfumble around and finally I was deep inside. Sally
reached around between my legs, caressing my balls and squeezing my
shaft. Jan’s hips moved faster and faster and I was on fire. There
was no turning back now. I could feel Sally’s tongue in my ear as I
screamed and exploded. It was almost more than I could handle.
But..as you can see… somehow I must have survived!!!

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