“No, not at all. I know perfectly well what you’re
doing in my class. And I want to talk to you about that. Are
you busy right now?”

“No, as a matter of fact. After my shower I was just
planning to go home and collapse,” I said, laughing.

She laughed too. “Well, if you could put off
collapsing for a little bit, I was going to suggest a cup of
coffee at Perkins ™.”

“Do you have coffee with all of your overweight and out
of shape students?”

“No, not usually, but something tells me I should have
a cup with you.”

I nearly said no. Since I am telling this story, I can
stop right here and explain that. For those waiting for the
juicy sex scene, wait a little while and I will try to make it
worth it for you to keep reading.

Archive-name: Affairs/faithful.txt
Archive-author: Theresa C.
Archive-title: Forever Faithful

I just received an announcement for my tenth High School reunion. I
don’t know if I’ll attend, but it got me thinking about the incredible
changes in my life between then and now.
Ten years ago, one week after graduation, I became a secretary at a
medium-size plastics company. I was attractive (blonde, green eyes, great
complexion, good figure), but I was shy, demure and a virgin — the perfect
product of 12 years in Catholic schools!
Guys in the plant, salesmen, and even some clients flirted with me,
and a few asked me out. I went, but I guess the fact that I didn’t put-out
got around and the dates became fewer and fewer.
The company had a tradition of giving a dozen roses to secretaries on
their birthday. On my eighteenth birthday, in November, my roses were
accompanied with an invitation to lunch with Robert, a vice-president, at
one of the nicest restaurants in town. Nervous but so easily impressed, of
course, I accepted.
The restaurant was on the top floor of a downtown hotel. As we were
walking to the elevators, Robert led me to a seating alcove in the lobby.
We sat down and he gently held my hand and looked deeply into my eyes.
“Theresa, you already know my style is very direct, but I don’t want
that to overshadow what I’m about to say.” He paused and smiled at me, “I
really care for you.”
I started to ask him what he was talking about, and he shushed me with
his finger, “My Dear, I am a businessman and I want to make a business
proposition to you. This proposition results from the fact that I haven’t
been able to get you out of my mind since the day you were hired, and I’ve
never had to deal with such an obsession before. I have reserved a room
upstairs, and if you permit me to make love to you today, and on a regular
basis, you will begin our sales training program next Monday. You know
what that could mean to your lifestyle.”
Through my shock, I could picture exactly what that meant. I was
making $5800 a year, living at home, brownbagging my lunch and taking the
bus to work. In sales, within a year, I could be making maybe three times
my present salary. I was tempted.
“Mr. _____, I’m very flattered, and very tempted, but I don’t have
affairs. In fact, I’m still a virgin and I’d like to stay that way until
my wedding night.” I knew I sounded corny and lame and less than
convincing.
Robert smiled, “Theresa, I can be very gentle. Let’s have lunch.
Think about what I said and you can either accept my proposal or forget we
ever had this conversation. Your refusal would not affect your present
position or promotion potential. You have my word on that.”
At the best and most expensive lunch I had ever had, but not tasted, I
thought about making a real living in sales. On a personal note, I
admitted to myself that Robert was very attractive — 45-ish, trim,
salt-and-pepper hair, a great dresser, and, in my experience, always the
total gentleman. He was certainly a more attractive person (looks and
personality) than any other boy or man I had ever dated. I also wondered
why I was making such a big deal about being the last virgin in America on
her wedding night.
After lunch, with a quiet smile and tiny nod from me in answer to
Robert’s question, we went to the hotel room and I have never regretted my
decision.
That afternoon, Robert was kind and gentle; I was shy and embarrassed.
He undressed me slowly, kissing and touching as he went. When I was naked,
Robert devoured me with his eyes and hands and tongue. I couldn’t believe
that it was happening. Prior to that afternoon, the farthest I had ever
gone was a few short wrestling matches with teenage boys in the back of
cars.
In a few minutes, Robert had my body glowing like never before and
tingling to his every touch. After almost an hour of his attentions, he
moved his head down between my legs. I almost pushed him away, but I had
enjoyed everything he had done to me up to then, I tried to relax as he
spread my thighs open wide.
I could feel his nose in my pubic hair and then his tongue pushing
between my wet pussy lips. I surrendered to him completely when he sucked
my clit between his lips and I began the first orgasm in my life. It swept
through me and I’m sure I nearly passed out from its intensity.
I was just coming down from its height when Robert reached a hand up
to each of my breasts and squeezed my hard nipples between his fingers. I
began to climax all over again.
When I finally finished coming, Robert wrapped the blanket around me
and cradled me in his arms as I fell asleep.
Robert was smiling at me when I awoke, “Theresa, I’d like to make love
to you, now.”
He had undressed while I slept, and he placed my hand on his penis. I
was fascinated with his cock from the first time I saw it, and for the next
half-hour or so, he instructed me in how to caress it and then lick it, and
finally, how to suck it. I soon became very adept in the art of
cocksucking, but that first afternoon I was tentative and unsure. He was
patient and passionate.
Robert eventually rolled me over on to my back and knelt between my
thighs, “Relax, Dear. I want you to enjoy this, too.”
And I did. I felt my pussy lips spread around his penis as he slowly
and gently inserted it. He felt huge and hot and powerful. Then, I felt
the resistance and he pushed ever so slowly until, with a sharp, quick
pain, my virginity was gone forever and I was being fucked.
The pain became a dull ache and I soon began to enjoy the feeling of
his manhood sliding in and out of me. He dropped his face to my breasts,
sucking first one, and then the other, of my nipples into his hot mouth. I
began to move; lifting my hips to meet his downward thrusts.
Quickly, I was nearing orgasm, again, and Robert smiled down on me, “I
am going to come with you, this time, Dear.” And he did.
Robert drove me home after 10:00pm that first night, and, from that
night became a regular but very private part of my life.
True to his word as always, I began intensive sales training the
following Monday morning, the youngest prospect in the corporation’s
history. As fate would have it, I’m very good at sales and I love it.
I’ve been very successful for the company and for me (last year I made just
a few dollars short of six-figures).
Robert and I continued our affair, meeting 3 or 4 times a week in the
afternoons and eventually, he rented a tiny efficiency apartment that’s
full of satin sheets, sex toys, costumes, and little silky things. Robert
also personally arranges the business trips and convention excursions, and
we share a room whenever possible.
I’ve never told another person about Robert, and he says I’m his
little secret, too. We accept it for what it is and don’t look for it to
be more than what it can be. We feel quite affectionate for one another;
it’s much more than just sex, and there’s no need for a commitment. He’s
married, a wonderful lover, and safe, having had a vasectomy years ago.
And what a teacher he’s been! Robert and I have tried almost
everything we have seen or heard about — bondage (I enjoy being tied up),
spanking (I don’t care for it, but Robert really gets into it, sometimes),
costumes, vibrators, sex creams, videos and sometimes, just plain sex. I
have always done whatever he has asked of me in bed, and almost always
enjoyed it.
Robert will soon be 56 years old and I marvel at his stamina. Still
one of his favorite positions is to straddle my chest, slop a jelly or oil
between my large tits and fuck them. He says his orgasm is always intense
as he watches his cum spurt out of him and into my open mouth and onto my
pretty face.
Probably the hardest thing for me to deal with is my relationship with
Robert and the fact that I’ve been happily married for the last four years.
I met my husband, Chip, five years ago and almost ended my affair
with Robert. But I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. It meant too much to me
and didn’t interfere with any other part of my life. It was for me and for
Robert, and I couldn’t give him up. After worrying about it for weeks, I
adopted the same position with Chip as with everyone else — my time with
Robert just didn’t exist outside of our apartment.
Probably the most perverse thing I’ve ever done is share my wedding
day with Robert, because I wanted it to be special for him, too. The
ceremony was scheduled for 6:00pm, so the first thing I did on the morning
of my wedding day was take my gown to our apartment. I called Robert to
tell him to meet me there, and before he arrived, I dressed in only my
veil, gown and high heels. When Robert opened the door, I slowly raised my
dress until my naked cunt was exposed. With a growl, he pushed me back on
to the bed, ripped his zipper down and shoved his already-hard cock into my
cunt in one hard push. He came in seconds.
As Robert caught his breath, I began to lick his warm, wet cock clean.
He was soon hard again and positioned me on my hands and knees. Still in
my veil, gown and heels, Robert threw my dress up over my back and knelt
behind me, slowing pushing himself into my wet pussy.
“Theresa, I love you all the more for this wedding treat you’ve given
me. I’ve thought about what I want to do and decided that I don’t want you
to be a virgin anywhere in your body tonight.”
With that, he removed his wet prick from my pussy and pressed its head
between my ass cheeks. We had never had anal sex before, but I knew that
that was what Robert wanted, now. I did what I could to ease his entry,
but it was still a tremendous pressure until he was completely inside of
me. We soon found our rhythm and I eventually enjoyed my first ass-fuck.
When he finished, I dressed in my street clothes and returned home. I
never told anyone where I went that morning, but I laugh because one of my
maiden aunts convinced the rest of the family that I must have taken my
gown to the rectory, to have it blessed by a priest!
Robert had a surprise of his own in store for me. As I was changing
to leave the reception that night, Robert slipped into the room and into me
for a quickie. I licked him clean and we both hurried back outside. About
a half-hour later, as Chip was entering me for his very first time, I
thought it appropriate that my cunt was already full of Robert’s sticky cum
and my mouth still tasted of him.
Except for the wedding reception and one recent incident, Robert and I
never do anything to jeopardize our marriages or our professional standing.
We limit our contact to the office, trips, our apartment and rare social
events. It was at one of these social events that I misbehaved to the
total satisfaction of both of us.
Chip and I were hosting a large Memorial Day Bar-B-Q and Robert and
his wife were there. Mid-afternoon, I told Chip I just had to show Robert
a problem I wanted him to work on. I led Robert into the den and closed
the door behind us.
“So, what’s this big problem, Theresa?” Robert asked as he reached for
my tits. I laughed and fell to my knees, opening his shorts and sucking
his hardening cock into my mouth. In seconds he was hard and I dropped my
shorts and panties and bent over Chip’s desk. Robert rammed his cock up my
cunt and proceeded to give it a vigorous pounding. I was grunting with
every hard shove and soon began a wonderful orgasm. Robert soon followed
and we quickly rearranged ourselves and rejoined the party.
Chip kissed my cheek and asked if Robert solved my problem, so
quickly.
I giggled, feeling Robert’s cum squishing in my cunt, “Darling, you
should know I’d only give him something he could handle in a few minutes!
This is a party!”
Don’t ask me what’s going to happen. Chip is talking about having
children. Robert is talking about retiring. And I’ve had a very
attractive offer to join a very large company. I just can’t think about my
afternoons without Robert.

–

Locking down my newly discovered determination
(developed after months of intense therapy — more on that later
if it becomes relevant), I compromised slightly by not doing
quite as much as my classmates and eventually made it through the
session without a miocardial infarction.

After we finished, the instructor, Lisa, walked right
up to me as I was headed for the showers.

“You’re John, aren’t you?” she asked.

“That’s me all right.” What a clever response, I
thought. “I suppose you’re wondering what a blimp like me is
doing in your class, eh?”

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.

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?" get more reality sex at reality-porn-xxx.com

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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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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-
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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

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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.”
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Party games - Games for fun & Pleasure

Ted and Donna usually threw a party about once a month, inviting their
closest “party friends” and a smattering of new faces. This party was very
typical of Ted & Donna; plenty of wine, good food, and several nice clean
private rooms upstairs where people could get away from the crowd. And it
was CROWDED! I had to move sideways through most of the crowd just to get
to the kitchen and collect my “glad you could make it” kiss from Donna.

The party wound down about one in the morning, leaving only about twenty
of us to sit around and talk. Ted usually made sure everyone left sober,
or with a sober driver, keeping car keys for people until the next morning.
Of the twenty people left, none of us had much to drink, but just enough to
make us feel happy and friendly. Ted brought out one of his party-games that
he invented, and started explaining the rules for the benifit of the new
faces. Simple rule really. Ted would read a card (Donna read his) and the
person designated would either do what the card said or lose an article of
clothing (Ted’s decision of ‘article’ was final). Everyone had waited for
this part of the party — “the games”.

We sat in a loose boy-girl-boy-girl fashion, but there seemed to be several
extra girls. Two of them sat to my right. Ted asked us to first introduce
ourselves to the group by first name, with a short statement of what our
favorite sex-act was. The blonde to my right was named Kelly, and her ‘act’
was tit-fucking (she had large breasts), and the redhead next to her was
Jennifer who said that her favorite act was giving head. My turn and I said
my favorite (truthfully) was also giving head (to girls) and getting too.
By the time we went around the room, most of the guys were showing bulges and
the gals I’m sure were getting wet.

Ted started with the far end of the circle, at the end of the couch. The
guy sitting there was asked to “pick a person of the opposite sex and do some-
thing to them you wouldn’t do in public”. Normally this game started with
guys being “shy” and picking their girlfriends and doing something like kiss-
ing a breast or mouthing their pussies through their clothes (no you couldn’t
undress them to do it!).

Several guys and gals were ‘unattached’ (me being one of them) and one guy
was brash enough when his turn came with ‘pick a person and remove an article
of clothing without using your hands’ to pick on Donna — the host’s wife!
Donna was a cheerful redhead who played the games with a lusty good humor.
The fellow unbuttoned Donna’s blouse with his lips, pulling it from her skirt
and dropping it on the sofa. Then it was my turn.

Somehow I always thought Ted cheated, giving the “good” cards to people
he knew, wanted to embarass or both. His opportunity came. The card said
‘With eyes closed turn 3 times and pick a person (of opposite sex) and kiss
them for at least one minute. Then identify the person after sitting down.
Eyes closed until seated’. Whew! Donna stood me in the middle of the room,
and turned me thrice. I began to point and I navigated by the room lights,
trying to pick out one of several girls I’d been eyeing. I made a choice.
She came up to me, and we kissed. Tenatively at first, then my tounge seemed
to be drawn into her mouth, her arms around my neck (my hands had to remain
at my sides said Ted; no clues that way). The longer we kissed the more we
rubbed our bodies together and the hotter our tounges got. Ted let us go
for a two minutes and almost had Donna throw cold water on us. When seated
I was asked to point to the gal. I looked right at her and winked, and she
was sure I knew (I did), but I pointed to a blonde across the room. Everyone
laughed and the redhead I’d kissed got to remove my shirt.
This went on, getting progressivly hotter and raunchier until most of us
were naked. Ted’s house rules declared garter-belts and stockings as non-
clothes (they kept them on because Ted found ‘em sexy) and the same went for
crotchless panties, men’s g-strings (they can’t hide a hard-on) and for
push-up bras with open nipples. One gal had her bra on since it just cupped
her tits underneath, and another had the garter-belt/stockings. The redhead
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Lenya pressed her lips against the soft yellow down of Marte’s pussy.

More like a duckling, she thought, than a little pussy-kitten. It

smelled of new-born life like a freshly hatched duckling.

Lenya loved kissing her little duckling, nuzzling up next to it,

rubbing her nose and lips in it.

“Damn, girl, are you going to eat it or play with it?” Marte asked

impatiently.

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