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Menton Adventure

Sex Stories — Sun, 02 Sep 2007 08:56:42 +0000

I’m the 34 year old CEO of a major Seattle-based company. As the head of my company I have fought off one hostile takeover, the 90’s stock market decline, and a myriad of daily trials and tribulations. So when I wish to relax, I don’t go half way. My favorite place to relax is Menton, France, just outside of Monte Carlo. The place is full of naked babes and a million things to do if you are wealthy like me.
I made up my mind to go to Menton at 3:00 o’clock on a Wednesday night. By 6:00 the next morning I was in Menton checking into the Prince De Galles Menton. It was a temporary arrangement, I had a boat reserved for that afternoon. In the meantime I would go gambling in Monte Carlo.
My boat was fantastic, as usual. I stepped into the cabin to the fresh smell of lysol. My bags were already aboard. I opened the shaving case took out my electric razor and shaved as I watched the gulls fly past and boats splashing joyfully on the clear blue surf. Suddenly I heard a noise aloft. I froze, set the razor down and grabbed up a belaying pin on the way up the steps. I was awestruck by what I saw.
One of the most beautiful blondes I have ever seen was talking to a latino looking girl in a checkered bikini.
“What are you doing up there?” I asked.
“Oh shit,” the blonde said in perfect english.
“Pardo je,” the latino girl said, looking embarrassed.
“Is this your boat?” the blonde asked in embarassment. She headed for the ladder and started down. I found myself looking up her short white skirt at the most delicious looking pussy I have ever seen. Apparently she didn’t like panties.
“Of course it’s my boat. I have rented it for a week.”
“We were looking for a place to make out,” the blonde whispered in embarassment.
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Well put,” she giggled. “If you would like to take us out for a few hours I could show you a real good time,” she whispered with her hand on my arm. Many thoughts raced through my mind, it was a trick, I was dreaming, and what the hell was I standing around for when I should be sailing. “Right away,” I said, moving to the bridge. She giggled and explained to her beautiful partner in an explosion of French. I loved that language on a woman’s lips.
As we pulled out into the bay, I checked my GPS then dropped anchor. As I looked up I saw the blonde nearly naked and the French chick fondling her breasts.My cock nearly exploded through the front of my pants. This was the stuff of dreams and I was living it. How fucking lucky could a guy get?
“Join us,” the blonde said, seeing me watching from the bridge. The French girl turned and gave me an alluring look. She slipped out of her bikini, then resumed fondling the blonde. The blonde’s skirt was down around her waist. I had a million dollar view of her pussy, and her luscious breasts. God she was beautiful. She reminded me of one of those Baywatch babes. No, not Pamela, the other one. I wanted a piece of her in the worst kind of way. Most of all I wanted to see the French chick getting a piece of her. Specifically her tail.
I filled my hand with her perfect breast. The French girl smiled from the other side and copied my actions. Shaking in pent-up passion, I lowered my mouth to the blonde’s right breast and took the nipple into my mouth.
The French girl did the same with her left breast. My face was within inches of those sucking lips feasting on that glorious nipple. How fucking sexy. For a moment I was lost in those deep brown eyes as we both shared the blonde. I was living in a fantasy land. This just couldn’t be real.
The French girl pulled a huge dildo out of her purse and turned it on. Looking at me the whole time she touched the blonde’s pussy with the vibrating head. The blonde threw her head back and hissed. The French girl slid the dildo up and down for a moment, then thrust it up inside the blonde’s pussy.
“Oh shit!” the blonde shouted. I looked around the bay self-consciously. This was France where they were completely free, but one news camera could destroy my life with a click of the shutter.
That French chick fucked the hell out of the cute little blonde. The massive dildo was brutal. I stared into her brown eyes as we shared the blonde’s delicious breasts. This was the most erotic thing I have ever done. I was momentarily distracted by the moans of the savory blonde’s red lips. She was coming. She grunted louder and louder until her screams reverberated around the boat. I sucked brutally on her sweet right breast. Frenchy did the same, while twisting the dildo up inside her. Blondie grabbed us both in a death grip. She shuddered, while holding an arm around my neck strong enough to break it. Frenchy broke contact with the left nipple and I leaned forward to kiss those luscious red lips. She smiled, then concentrated on finishing Blondie. I sat back and simply watched. God it was sexy. As they both relaxed and Frenchy turned off the dildo, she slid into my lap and kissed me passionately.
In a moment I found Blondie’s lips nibbling at my ear. Frenchy broke contact and the blonde sought my lips. I couldn’t latch onto her mouth fast enough. We fenced tongues, sucked some spit and explored each other’s mouths with the intensity of the most lustful of states. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I felt my shorts jerked down and Frenchy’s glorious mouth claimed my penis. God she was good. I broke contact with Blondie long enough to look down at Frenchy’s bobbing head.
I stared around the bay to see if anyone was watching. But a sight like this was normal in a place where everyone was free, and usually naked. Man I loved France.
“Fuck me,” the blonde whispered before nibbling my ear.”
“What about her?” I asked, pointing at Frenchy.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her,” Blondie gave an evil smile.
“Oh shit. I don’t know if I can take that,” I gasped.
Blondie rolled over on her side. I slid up behind her. My throbbing cock found her pussy instantly. I impaled her with a single thrust of my cock. She squealed, then pushed back against me and rotated her ass. She turned and gave me a sexy look. I nearly exploded in her pussy. I wanted to hold off. I wanted to give her a good fuck, while she fulfilled my every dream.
A horn blasted not too far off. Frenchy stood in all her naked glory and waved. The crowd on the boat waved in return and sailed off toward the open sea.
I was busy fucking Blondie. Now that my cock filled her mushy pussy, nothing could stop me from coming inside her virginal cunt. This was the best day of my life. Frenchy squatted beside Blondie’s head and played with her own breasts, as she watched me fuck Blondie. I couldn’t wait to see Blondie go down on her.
“Lay down. Let her lick you,” I said enthusiastically.
“Fixez,” Blondie translated with an alluring glance.
Frenchy scooted up on the bow and threw her legs wide. I briefly wished that I could go down on that tanned and beautiful pussy, but first I wanted to see Blondie do it. I had been waiting for this moment all my life. Blondie immediately pressed her mouth against Frenchy’s pussy and sucked briefly, before licking through the folds of moist, delicious flesh.
“Holy shit,” I gasped. I rammed my cock into Blondie’s pussy harder. My eyes were glued to her soft red lips munching on Frenchy’s sexy cunt. It was all I had ever dreamed it would be. Seeing the real thing was much more exciting than the movies I loved and collected. I could hear liquid sound of her tongue parting those perfect pussy lips. I could see her sucking on Frenchy’s vagina, nursing on the sweet juices she found there. I could even smell Frenchy’s delicious sex, just inches from my own face. There is not way to explain how absolutely heavenly a sweet young blonde face looks while it’s going down on a beautiful pussy.
Suddenly I felt the first warning signs of an orgasm. I pumped harder, with my eyes still glued to the lesbian scene. I grunted uncontrollably, getting nearer and nearer to a massive cum. Blondie seemed to sense it and pulled her mouth off Frenchy’s pussy.
“Don’t cum inside me,” she warned. I moaned in disappointment. “Cum on my titties,” she said with a twisted smile. My eyes bugged out and I nodded quickly. I gauged the nearness of my orgasm and suddenly pulled out of her pussy.
She spun around and presented her breasts for my benefit. I stroked my cock twice before the steaming hot cum shot from my balls, to the end of my cock. I groaned and shuddered as the cum spurted on her sweet, absolutely perfectly formed breasts. Frenchy leaned forward and began licking the cum off Blondie’s chest. I groaned as that long tongue snaked out and captured my sticky cum. I could smell it now. Blondie was rubbing it across her sweet breasts. Frenchy was still busy licking it off. How can I explain how absolutely fabulous such a scene was? It’s impossible.
When I couldn’t milk another drop of cum from my cock, I fell back and lay panting as Frenchy licked a little more of my cum off Blondie’s breasts, then Blondie threw her back and fell between her legs. I inched closer, watching that beautiful blonde mouth sucking on Frenchy’s moist pussy. I could see the pinkness of the inner lips as the blonde’s tongue slid between them. I could smell the aromatic aroma of Frenchy’s sex, combined with somebody’s coconut suntan lotion and the smell of my own sperm on Blondie’s chest. This was so damned exciting. I wished that I could fuck Blondie again, or fuck Frenchy while she went down on Blondie, but I was too tired at the moment. Maybe soon.
With my face just 6 inches from the action, I watched that agile tongue lash away at Frenchy’s sweet little pussy. Blondie’s hair tickled my face as I moved close and nuzzled her ear. The sound of her licking tongue was loud as I neared. I kissed Frenchy’s soft inner thigh, then riveted my attention on Frenchy’s pussy. I could tell that Blondie enjoyed eating Frenchy. Hell, who wouldn’t?
“Oh,” Frenchy gasped, heaving up off the deck. She clasped her legs behind Blondie’s head and pulled her closer. Murmuring very erotic words in French, Frenchy humped her wet pussy against Blondie’s face. Blondie seemed to enjoy the battering. I could see the laughter in her eyes as she stared at me over Frenchy’s mound.
Frenchy cried out louder and louder until she came with a long, drawn out wail. She shuddered against Blondie’s face, nearly crushing her neck with the force of her legs. Blondie held onto Frenchy’s thighs and lapped hurriedly. Her pink tongue tore through the folds of Frenchy’s flesh, making her jerk and cry with each lick. Finally Frenchy threw her legs wide and fell back to the deck. Blondie stood on her knees and wiped her wet face on the back of her hand. She leaned close to me and we kissed passionately. I could taste Frenchy’s pussy on her lips. It was glorious.
Suddenly Blondie stiffened and her eyes widened in front of mine. I broke the kiss and looked down to find Frenchy eating her pussy again. I shook my head in amazement. With my help Blondie slid up on the deck where I could watch Frenchy eat.
I fingered Frenchy’s sweet little pussy as she ate Blondie. I never grew tired of seeing one of those luscious sets of lips munching the pussy of the other. Each girl was a dream come true for any man. But to see them going down on one another was more dream than any man had a right to expect.
It didn’t take long until Blondie was screaming and coming on Frenchy’s face. I moved closer to get the view, every facial expression, smell, or moan burned into my memory. I enjoyed every little lick and tickle until both girls fell to the deck in exhaustion.
Blondie and Frenchy had to leave shortly afterwards. I never did get their real names, not that it mattered. It was the most memorable vacation of my life.

Sister’s Lesson

Sex Stories — Thu, 23 Aug 2007 08:52:51 +0000

“Kerri, do you have any Sting?” Jo, her tall and beautiful sister-in-law called from the livingroom.
“I don’t think so. Ron might have some in his collection,” Kerri called from the kitchen. “Your brother listens to everything, from Mili Vanilli to Bach.”
“That sounds like him. So where is your dashing husband this week?”
“He’s spending six months in the Med, remember?”
“Somehow I think it’s more important to you than it is to me. Yeah, I do remember now that you mention it. He won’t be here for my birthday.”
“Lunch is on,” as she pulled up her pants in the bathroom.
“Don’t ever do that to a bi girl like me,” Jo said with a smile.
“Do what?”
“Say lunch is on when your pants are down. I might just take you up on it.”
“If I ever get desperate, I just might take you up on that. But I have mother’s little helper,” she said with a smile.
“I’ve never used one. I’m not as kinky as you are.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing,” Kerri laughed.
“Do you guys really have so much fun at those weird parties you go too?” Jo asked.
“Oh Jo, you wouldn’t believe,” Kerri said, rolling her eyes.
“You think you could show me,” Jo asked nervously.
“Really? You really want me to show you?”
“If you don’t mind.
“Let’s eat first, you will need your energy,” Kerri laughed, pulling Jo into the kitchen.
Jo took the vibrator, turned it on and slid it up inside her pussy. She clenched her teeth and moaned. The vibrator was cold inside her. The tub was cold beneath her ass. But as Kerri held the lighter to the candle, she realized that things were about to heat up for her.
“What are you going to do,” Jo asked nervously.
“Hot wax,” Kerri smiled playfully. The wick began to burn and she released the lighter. She dropped the lighter onto the floor and held the candle aloft.
“I don’t know,” Jo said nervously.
“Trust me. A little pain gives you world’s of pleasure. Why do you think so many people do this?”
“I didn’t know they… ouch! Hey, that hurt.”
“Only for a moment. How does it feel now?”
“It’s kind of pulsating and blending in with the vibrator. That’s weird,” Jo said with a shiver.
“A little wax on the nipple,” Kerri said as she tipped the candle. Jo screamed, grabbing for her breast, but Kerri pulled her hand away. In a moment the pain became bearable. She slid the metal vibrator in and out of her pussy at a more rapid pace.
Kerri held the candle aloft again, and once more the wax dripped onto Jo’s chest. She hissed, but remained still until the wax cooled and the throbbing joined that in her pussy. Kerri dripped hot wax all over her sister-in-law’s perfect nipples. She even used her hand to smooth the hot wax over her left breast. Jo hissed at the erotic contact. Kerri decided it was time to step it up a notch.
“Bend over,” she said in an erotic voice. Jo shivered and quickly turned to obey.
Jo took the vibrator out of her hand and quickly inserted it into her sister’s pussy. Jo cried out. Her voice echoed loudly in the shower stall. Kerri began stabbing Jo’s vulnerable pussy with the vibrator. Jo hissed and bucked against it. She swayed gently, feeling the pleasure in her pussy blend with the tortured flesh of her chest. She allowed her perfect breasts to touch the cold ceramics of the tub. She screamed at the contact with her burned flesh. She felt her pussy churning. She wanted to see her sister’s hand in her pussy. She wanted to see her lovely face as she fucked her with the vibrator. She suddenly took the initiative and pulled out of Kerri’s grasp. She turned and sat on the tub.
Kerri handed her the vibrator, then once again lit the candle. She dripped hot wax across Jo’s chest, then pulled the vibrator out of her hand. She replaced it with the lit candle.
“Fuck yourself with that,” Kerri whispered in her ear. Jo obeyed her sister-in-law. She gently pulled the candle up inside her body, while Kerri massaged her breasts from behind. Her hands knocked cooled wax from Jo’s body, littering her legs and the floor with it’s remnants.
“You are so sexy,” Kerri whispered in her ear.
“I’m a 32 year old single bitch,” Jo said, leaning against her sister’s warm chest. It felt good against her back. Her sister’s hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, manipulating.
Jo slid to the floor and opened her legs wide. She began stabbing her pussy with the long, white candle. Kerri took up the moist vibrator, licked it with a loving expression, then slid it into her own pussy.
Each girl watched the other as they fucked themselves. Jo had small, perfect breasts which bounced as she fucked herself with the candle. Her long, slender legs were absolutely perfect.
Kerri had a smaller, fuller body than her sister. Her breasts were larger and hung down a bit. Her face was that of an angel. Jo had always approved of her brother’s choice in women. She envied him. She was determined to taste her sister- in-law before the day was over. But right now she needed to concentrate on her own pussy.
“Oh yes,” Jo hissed. Her eyes were glued to her sister’s pussy and the vibrator plunging up inside it. She imagined her own hand on the vibrator, her tongue reaching out and sliding up inside the beautiful woman. She pumped the candle in and out of her pussy at a furious rate. At some point the candle had gone out. She hadn’t noticed. The candle was churning well up inside her. It felt wonderful.
“Oh yes, oh yes!” Jo screamed as her pussy exploded around her hand. Her pussy grasped at the candle, trying to pull it from her grasp. She held on for dear life, afraid the candle would disappear inside her. She didn’t notice Kerri’s own whimpers of pleasure. Kerri stiffened on the edge of the tub with the vibrating dildo shoved well up inside her so only the black cap showed. She shuddered and grunted like an animal, with her eyes glued to her beautiful sister on the floor.
All too soon it was over and each woman slumped, panting and staring at the other. Suddenly Jo lunged up off the floor and took Kerri in her arms. It was time to take it to the next step. It was time to go all the way.

Petrov’s wish

Sex Stories — Mon, 13 Aug 2007 08:50:32 +0000

A blue Lada 2112 circled Moscow on the Ul Suscevkiy Val. Shifting gears it turned south on Novoslobodskaya slowing until it pulled up outside the Boogie-Woogie club and stopped. The silence was deafening after the long trip from Scelkovo. Petrov and Anton sat looking at the signs which glittered off the water in the parking lot. Dozens of people were making their way inside. Petrov stared at one beautiful blonde passing his car. She wore a dark dress which glittered.
“Kahk vaz zavoot?” Petrov whispered. His breath clouded the window, obscuring the vision of loveliness.
“Names? Who cares about names,” Anton scoffed. “She is here today and you will never see her again. Just make up a name,” he chuckled.
“A dream needs a name,” Petrov insisted, opening his door and stepping out. He circled a puddle and bundled his coat around him. The man at the front door gave them a quick glance, saw that they were affluent, and ushered them inside.
“She is half your age, old man. She would never be interested in us, when she can have a young man like him,” he pointed at a passing blonde man in skin tight pants. The man looked at Anton and gave him an alluring glance. “Or perhaps not,” Anton said, digging Petrov in the ribs.
“There’s a seat over there,” Petrov pointed. “Hey, there she is!” he said in awe. She was perched pertly on the edge of her seat giving them a big smile. “A woman can desire many things,” Petrov said with his eyes glued to the blonde. “A good time, a man with money, or just somebody who reminds her of her father. Never rule yourself out until she slaps you and leaves,” Petrov laughed.
The waitress suddenly appeared. Petrov held up two fingers. “Baltika,” he said, looking around the waitress at the blonde. The waitress turned and followed his glance. She beckoned the blonde over to the table. The blonde leaped to her feet and rushed forward. “This is Sasha,” the waitress said. “She’s a regular.”
“I’m Petrov and this is Anton,” Petrov said with a smile. “Can I buy you a drink?”
“Ikon on the rocks,” she said in a whisper. And so the night started. They had a glorious night of drinking, talking, and fondling discreetly at the table. It seemed that Sasha could not make up her mind, dividing her attention equally between the two men. In the end, they all left together. It was a long trip back to Scelkovo. Sasha sat in the front seat between them. Since Petrov was driving, Sasha and Anton kissed passionately, while Petrov fondled her legs beneath her short dress.
By the time they arrived at their apartment, Sasha was hot and horny. Since they were all half drunk, making their way up the slippery front stairs was an adventure. Anton fondled Sasha’s shapely ass, as Petrov escorted her up the stairs. She turned and slapped his hand away, laughing gleefully.
The lights came on in the Danovitch apartment, but they hurried inside before Mrs. Danovitch could stick her head out the window and complain.
Anton made drinks while Petrov and Sasha kissed on the couch. Petrov pulled the bed out of the couch and they made the bed with much play and laughter. They fondled each other a moment longer, then Petrov excused himself and headed for the bathroom. Anton took the opportunity to make advances toward Sasha. He didn’t want to be left out, and that seemed to be Petrov’s intention.
“What are you reading?” he asked as he moved up behind Sasha.
“A magazine about American models,” she said, turning the magazine so he could read it.
“Beautiful,” he agreed, settling on the bed behind her. He passed her a drink and rested his hand on her perfect ass. As she flipped the pages, he slid his hand up beneath her short dress. He fondled her inner thigh for several minutes before sliding his hand up to her crotch.
“They look good enough to eat, don’t they?” Sasha asked dreamily. She seemed to be totally unaware of what was going on beneath her dress.
“Are you good enough to eat?” Anton asked with a smile.
“I don’t know, try me,” she pointed to an area beneath her chin.
Anton leaned down and licked her neck with a smile. He tasted thoughtfully, then licked her again. Her giggle came out like the tinkle of broken glass, or a delicate wind chime.
“Don’t start without me,” Petrov’s muffled voice came from the bathroom. Anton continued to lap at Sasha’s neck like a dog, while massaging her perfectly shaped ass and thigh. Sasha was getting very hot, and Anton had every intention of starting without him. Unfortunately, the toilet flushed and Petrov suddenly appeared, anxious and uncertain.
“Come,” Sasha patted the bed in front of her. Petrov walked across the bed on his knees. Her hands fumbled at Petrov’s belt. When Anton saw what was happening, he quickly undid his own pants and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned to find his hard cock thrusting out at her. With a wide smile she took his cock in her warm hand and pulled him forward until the end of his cock entered her mouth.
“Oh yes,” Anton sighed as her soft warm lips slid up and down the length of his hot manhood. She closed her eyes and moaned in enjoyment. Petrov sat with his cock hanging out and a forlorned look on his face. His hands soon found Sasha’s firm breasts and began fondling them, as his other hand fondled his own cock. He slid his hand down the inside of her dress and cupped one large breast in his hand. He twirled the nipple with his thumb and forefinger. It was immediately hard.
Petrov again marveled at her youth and beauty and thought about how lucky he was. He watched Anton’s cock in her lovely pink lips. He felt the heat of her breast in his hand. His eyes traveled over the crotch of her panties, wondering how she would feel and taste against his lips. He was just about to bend and find out, when she turned and smiled up at him. While massaging Anton’s penis in her right hand, she took Petrov’s penis in her left and pulled it to her mouth. With a shuddering sigh, Petrov watched the tip of his throbbing cock disappear inside those pink lips. He immediately felt the intense heat and enjoyable moisture on his dick. He shuddered, gasping for breath.
She was so young and so sweet. Anton removed her dress while she sucked Petrov’s penis. He watched breathlessly as each new portion of her sweet body was revealed. In a moment she sat in her bra and panties. Black stockings made her legs look heavenly. Her breasts were not perfect, but they were sexy as hell. Her pussy was small and neat. She had a dark brown patch of hair just above her pussy. The rest had been shaved so she could wear a bikini. She was so young and delicious looking that it almost hurt to see her youth and innocence.
Anton sank between her legs, petted her pussy hair for a moment, then went down on her. Petrov shuddered from repressed passion as he watched Anton’s mouth munching on the pussy he had dreamed of.
Anton licked her pussy diligently, while she desperately sucked on Petrov’s lock hard cock. He was torn between the sight of her sweet innocent face sucking his dick, and Anton licking her delicious pussy. This was turning out to be one hell of a night.
“How does she taste?” Petrov whispered above his friend.
“Delicious, absolutely delicious,” Anton said with a smile. Sasha giggled, giving Petrov a coy glance. Nobody had ever told her that she tasted delicious. It was very erotic. She knew how they felt, she had gone down on many women in the past. They did taste flavorful. The mere memory thrilled her. Her pussy twitched around Anton’s flickering tongue. She tried to move up slightly so his tongue would touch her clit. After two tries she succeed. She nearly bit Petrov’s cock in her excitement. She decided it was time to get fucked. Her biggest decision, as she finished undressing, was which would she fuck and which would she suck. In the end she decided to allow Petrov to fuck her, he had the longest cock.
Petrov eagerly slid up behind Sasha. She spread her legs wide and Petrov laid on top of her. He entered her pussy with a series of mighty thrusts. Sasha cried out in pain. She sighed with relief when he finally entered her moist pussy. Then his cock was thrust up inside her and she squealed in surprised delight. He felt so big inside her. She threw her legs wide and humped her pussy against his cock. He thrust madly, repeatedly, slamming his long piece of sausage savagely between her legs. She moaned in passion. She licked her lips and looked at Anton’s cock. He crawled closer and fed his cock into her lovely pink lips. He threw his had back and gasped as the heat of her mouth enfolded him. Her sucking lips and flicking tongue made him dance slightly before her. Her hand milked his cock like a farmer milks a cow.
As Petrov continued his mighty thrusts, Sasha reached down and spread the cheeks of her ass, to make his entry less painful. Petrov needed to learn to take it easy, to take his time and stimulate a woman to her fullest. But not now. At the moment Sasha wanted to feel his pelvis banging into her ass. She wanted to feel his balls slapping her asshole. His lips went to her right ear, as she continued to suck on Anton’s throbbing cock. It seemed that Anton was close.
As Petrov stabbed away at her young pussy, she reached out and pulled Anton closer. She sucked urgently, ardently, now eager to taste his sweet cum in her mouth.
She was momentarily distracted by Petrov’s moans. She tightened her pussy muscles around his stabbing cock. She clenched her ass cheeks, trying to enhance the experience. She knew he would cum before she was ready. Too late, Petrov began moaning. She could feel his cock bucking inside her. The liquid heat of his cum began filling her pussy. She whined in disappointment. Anton’s cock was momentarily forgotten. In another moment Petrov pulled out and lay looking at her in embarassment.
“Roll over,” Anton said enthusiastically. Sasha quickly rolled over to her hands and knees. Immediately, Anton’s long cock entered her messy pussy lips and she felt him ram his hard meat well down inside her. She cried out. As his rapid strokes began filling her with warmth, she pushed back against his slapping hips. The warmth spread quickly to her ass and hanging breasts. Petrov took one hanging breast in his hand and fondled it as he watched them fuck. The stimulus was too much for Sasha. She moaned ever louder until she screamed and stiffened. Anton’s cock continued pounding in her mushy pussy until he too came with an explosive scream. Anton jerked and grunted above her, rubbing her ass lovingly, feeling her hot pussy clenching around his penis. She was so young and agile. It was a good thing that there were two men for her, one would not be enough.
Anton hissed behind her as he emptied the last few drops of cum into her pussy, adding it to Petrov’s offering. He shuddered. The veins stood out in his face. Gritting his teeth he tried to endure the painful pleasure as Sasha moved her sweet ass against him, churning his wilting, sensitive cock inside her. In a few more long minutes they both relaxed. Anton pulled his cock out of her juicy pussy and collapsed on the bed behind her.
Sasha fell to her side and gave them each a satisfied smile. It was the first in a long line of sex that lasted the entire weekend, and many weekends after.

Traveling salesman

Sex Stories — Fri, 27 Jul 2007 08:49:01 +0000

Night was falling over Seattle. The background sounds changed from the roar of rush hour, to the more gentle hum of the night life. A ferry passed in the bay, bound for points unknown. The colorful lights of Seattle began coming on as Mason parked in front of the hotel and got a room.
Mason dropped his suitcase on the stand near the door. The room was the same type of musty perfumed room he had been staying in for the past 40 years, with a few slight variations. He turned on the coffee pot and collected the packets of instant coffee and sugar. He kicked off his shoes and checked his face in the mirror. It looked like a road map. How many times had he seen that face? How many hotels and for how many years? It wasn’t bad for a 70 year old man who had seen a lot of life. He turned and found dirty towels hanging on the holder. He frowned in annoyance and went out to call the desk.
“Maid service!” a voice came as a knock sounded. He went to the door and opened it. He was surprised to see a nicely built 50 year old woman. She was an aging beauty with small, firm breasts. Her low cut blouse and revealing cleavage took his entire attention until she cleared her throat.
“Oh, sorry,” he said, coloring a bit in embarassment. Her breasts looked so small and perfect. He couldn’t help but stare at them, they looked like the breasts of an 18 year old. Most women her age had breasts hanging down to their knees. At his age he shouldn’t care. Yeah, right. His dick was hard most of the time because he had a hard time getting any. Few women his age worked, most were in old folks homes.
“I need new towels,” he explained, nodding toward the bathroom.
“Sorry. We have a new girl. She was supposed to use the checklist to make sure nothing is missed. She’ll learn,” the woman said offhandedly as she restocked the towels, then checked the toilet and shower.
She started the gas fireplace. He looked at her firm, meaty thighs beneath her short skirt. Nice, real nice. She gave a huge yawn and smiled in apology.
“Long day?” he asked sympathetically as he poured the water and added the instant coffee.
“God yes,” she gasped. “That smells wonderful.”
“Would you like some? I have just enough coffee for two.”
“Just a moment,” she stepped out into the hallway. She came back with her hands full of coffee, cream, and sugar. She dumped it on the desk with a smile.
“Whoa,” he said, visually counting the many packets.
“Keep them,” she said, sitting by the table and kicking her feet up on the bed. She pushed her shoes off one at a time, with a moan of pleasure. Mason couldn’t help but notice her shapely legs beneath the open knee length skirt. He felt his cock hardening again immediately. A red thong barely clung to a round little mound. She looked up and caught his glance. She smiled as she crossed her ankles on the bed.

Thanksgiving dinner

Sex Stories — Mon, 09 Jul 2007 08:43:21 +0000

Sally Jane Mitchell pulled her Escort into the slanted driveway and shut off the engine. The silence after 7 hours of continual driving, was a blessing. She looked over the trendy neighborhood. Three young boys were playing softball in the street. Colored leaves littered the sidewalk and a few lawns. Christmas decoration decorated the front of a few houses. A crow called from a nearby leafless oak tree. For a Thanksgiving holiday, it was very quiet.
Sally climbed out of the Escort with a moan of pain. Her legs hurt her back ached, and she had a throbbing headache that just wouldn’t go away. She grabbed her suitcase and rang her grandmother’s doorbell.
“Sally!” Grandma Mildred cried with joy. She hugged Sally and pulled her into the house. Mildred took the suitcase out of Sally’s hand and dropped it in the hallway, while pulling her along behind her.
“Sally, I want you to meet somebody,” she said, pulling her into the kitchen. “This is Bob, the young man who fixes up around here for me. I just couldn’t live without him,” Mildred said breathlessly. Sally found a tall, middle aged man standing in Mildred’s kitchen. He set his coffee on the table and quickly shook hands with Sally. For a young man he was fairly old. Sally wasn’t an expert, but she guessed that Bob was between 45 and 50. Of course he was young by Mildred’s standards. She had just turned 65.
“It’s a pleasure,” he said enthusiastically. “Your grandmother has been telling me about you. But she didn’t mention the fact that you were awesomely beautiful,” he said, frowning at Mildred. Mildred laughed, as was expected of her. Sally noticed his eyes on her breasts. She felt a warmth fill her chest. She knew her nipples had turned hard. She saw Bob lick his lips, before turning back to his coffee. She glanced at the front of his pants furtively. His dick was as hard as rock. It was Sally’s turn to lick her lips. He was twice her age, but a dick was a dick and she wanted to feel something between her legs.
Bob and Sally went to the living room, while Mildred worked in the kitchen. The wonderful aroma of turkey and pie floated out to them in the living room.
“It smells wonderful,” Bob said. His eyes strayed to Sally’s legs. She sat facing him in an overstuffed chair. Her dress lay open revealing her legs clear up to her upper thighs. After seeing Bob’s hard cock, Sally desperately wanted to be fucked by him. She was flirting.
“Time to eat,” Mildred called from the dinning room.
“I could use some of that,” Sally whispered, surprising even herself with such a lewd comment.
“What?” Bob asked in stunned surprise. Sally only giggled.
Dinner was wonderful, as usual. Mildred was the best cook that Sally knew. With her parents divorced, it was more diplomatic to spend holidays at grandma’s house, than choosing between one of her jealous parents. Besides, her mother couldn’t cook worth a dammed.
“I hope you young people don’t mind,” Mildred whispered after eating, “but I need to take my afternoon nap. Eating makes me sleepy.”
“No problem, grandma. I will talk to Bob for a while, then go shopping,” Sally said airily. But her mind was on other things. She saw the ripple of muscles in Bob’s shirt as he reached for plates on the table. It was time to see what he was packing between his legs. Sally watched thoughtfully while Mildred made her way to the bedroom. In a moment the door closed behind her.
“Can I have a banana?” Sally asked coyly. Bob pulled a banana from the bunch and handed it to Sally. His hand lingered on her’s for a moment. She pealed the banana and began eating it suggestively. Bob smiled, licked his lips again and looked towards Mildred’s door.
“She won’t wake up for several hours,” Sally said while unbuttoning her blouse. She opened it to reveal a black, lacey bra. She reached down and unbuttoned her dress, letting it fall open beneath her. She slid the cups of her bra down and allowed him to admire her large pink nipples.
“My God,” Bob whispered, moving closer. He leaned down and sniffed her stocking covered knee, then kissed it softly. His hands ran up and down her soft legs. Impulsively, he reached down and hooked his fingers in the band of her panties and pulled them off.
“I want you to get another banana, stick it inside of me and eat it,” Sally whispered. She turned on the chair and spread her legs. As she waited, she shivered with pent-up emotions. She had never been so lewd or so forceful in her entire life. This was all new to her, but she liked it.
Bob grabbed another banana without hesitation, pealed it, and positioned it between Sally’s legs. He slid it inside of her pussy slowly, watching her eyes as he did it. She was watching his face, until the banana slid inside her. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. Bob slid it in and out several times, then pulled it from her pussy. Slowly and deliberately he put the banana in his mouth and bit the end off.
Sally moaned and rippled on the chair. She was very horny. Her eyes were glued to the banana in his mouth. As he chewed with a show of great enjoyment, he held the banana in front of her mouth and waited. She hesitated for only a moment, before she bit off part of the banana and chewed it deliberately. The slight trace of juice on the banana was wonderful. She had gone down on a few women in her life, so pussy juice was no surprise.
“Eat me,” Sally commanded. He brought his mouth forward without hesitation and kissed her moist pussy. The skin felt so soft on his mouth. He licked his lips and found they had the slight taste of salt and banana. He extend his tongue and began lashing her pussy diligently. Sally moaned and moved on the couch, feeding her hot pussy to his eager lips.
“Oh, this is so good,” Bob moaned around her delicious young flesh. He had not eaten a sweet young pussy in decades, and never expected too again. But Sally seemed to be attracted to older men. Thank God.
“Oh yes,” Sally moaned. She was biting her lips, with her eyes closed and head back on the arm of the chair. Bob had a long, agile tongue and he knew how to please a woman. He had been doing it for most of his 50 years.
Sally sat up, pushed him away and helped to strip him with shaking hands. In a moment she had his firm cock in her hand. Without hesitation she touched her lips to his pulsating manhood and licked the tip. He moaned only slightly. She slid her lips down on his cock in a sensuous manner, fully tasting the warmth of his skin and smelling the aroma of a man. She closed her eyes and moaned in enjoyment. The cock stiffened even more after she had worked on it for a while.
Sally wet his cock nicely, then yanked his pants he rest of the way off. He stepped out of them and turned to sit in the larger couch nearby. Sally jumped on his lap and immediately sank down on his cock. She rode it slowly, enjoying the great stiffness inside her. She was full and happy. She bounced on his cock while watching the expression on his face.
He held her waist and helped her ride on his cock. His eyes were glued to her magnificent breasts and the large pink nipples facing him. He leaned forward and filled his mouth with her pointed nipple, sucking like a baby as she rode his hard, hot pole. He bit down lightly and pulled the nipple through her teeth. She hissed and held him in a stronger grip. She pulled him forward and fed the stiff hot nipple to his lips.
“You taste delicious,” he whispered.
“So do you,” she smiled.
“So do you fuck my grandmother?” she asked matter- of-factly as she bounced steadily in his lap.
“Not so far, but I might if she let’s me. If she’s half as good as you, I will be a lucky man.”
Sally wanted to feel more cock inside her. She stopped and lifted one leg, sliding off his lap despite his objections. She turned and sat on his cock with a sigh of satisfaction. The cock slid well up inside her. After a little initial discomfort, she sighed as her pussy expanded to accommodate the huge pulsating member. She slowly began rising up and slamming her pussy back down on his cock. He held her in a death-grip, unable to withstand the extreme pleasure he felt in his crotch. She was so soft and hot on his lap. Her young glistening skin smell and felt wonderful. Suddenly they heard a sound from Mildred’s bedroom. Bob’s eyes widened in horror. Sally froze, listening intently. She leaped off his lap, leaving his stiff cock wagging behind her. She grabbed her clothes and beckoned him upstairs. He followed, hearing Mildred’s door open as he turned the corner at the top of the stairs.
With a giggle, Sally fell to the bed and tossed her clothes on the floor. Bob turned and locked the door, then added his clothes to the pile on the floor. He leaped to the bed and crawled closer on his knees.
Sally sank before him and claimed his wilting cock in her warm red lips. He hissed in surprised pleasure as he watched her hot, sweet lips taste her own juices. It was a very erotic sigh.
“Oh yes,” he moaned in a restrained voice. She smacked her lips, pulled them off with a smile, then pushed him down on the bed. She waited until he got into position, then straddled his body and eased herself down on his cock again.
“Sally?” Mildred’s voice called from the bottom of the stairs. Sally giggled as she rode his stiff cock. She put her hot little hands on his chest and humped madly on his stiff cock. He gave a low moan. The pleasure in his loins was intense.
Hot boiling fire was churning in his loins. He mashed her tight little ass in his hands as it bounced on his abdomen. In a moment Sally began panting and bouncing harder. Raising her voice to a dangerous level, she whimpered as she smacked her sweet ass down against his pelvis. It took only a few strokes to bring them both to an orgasm.
Bob held her firm ass in his grasping fingers, massaging the rigid flesh uncontrollably. Sally struggled to keep from screaming as her pussy clenched around his spurting penis. She could feel the liquid fire of his cum filling her vagina. She rode lightly, pushing her pussy forward and back, absorbing all the pleasure she could withstand, until her quivering pussy finally relaxed and released his wilting cock. She rolled off his prone body and fell exhausted to the bed. She smiled at him, then wiped a smudge of lipstick from his cheek.
“Thank you,” he said with a fond smile.
“It was mutual,” she said, hopping up off the bed and dressing quickly. “Now you can help me with dishes.”

The Interview

Sex Stories — Fri, 22 Jun 2007 12:40:32 +0000

Gillian searched desperately for a street sign. She was on Akard, a one-way street with many stoplights. Traffic moved at a slow pace, stopping frequently. To top it off she was stuck behind a semi and couldn’t see the street signs ahead. She could see the top of the skyscrapers ahead, but where was Pacific? She moved into the right lane. A van honked behind her. She waved, glancing at the huge driver in her rearview mirror. He was mad.
This was turning out to be the worst day of her life. Suddenly she saw the sign above the street and turned. Thank God, there was less traffic. Now to find the building. Dallas was a confusion of one-way streets. It was easy to get lost. Would she ever find her way back to highway 75 in all this confusion?
Gillian took the elevator up to the 23rd floor. Her knees were shaking as she waited for the doors to open. Would she get this job? She had tried dozens of times before, but nobody wanted to hire somebody her age. She was getting desperate. The doors opened and she stepped into an empty hallway. She saw nothing significant in either direction except anonymous doorways. Gillian took the sheet of paper out of her purse and stared at the directions. Door number 27. She turned left and found the door in seconds. She turned the knob and stepped inside. A handsome man in his 40’s stood and stepped forward with a happy smile.
“Gillian?” he asked gaily.
“Yes, you must be Bill.”
“Right the first time,” he said with a heavy Texas accent. He shuffled her forward into a chair beside his desk. He pulled her chair over before her and sat with his hands in his lap, his eyes traveling over Gillian’s body. “Let me be brutally honest and come right to the point, Gillian,” he said in an intimate manner. “I’ve had seven women come thorough the door today,” he pointed at the door behind her. “They have all failed to meet my needs. Do you know why?”
“No, sir, I don’t,” Gillian said with her heart sinking. Seven?
“Because they just don’t have what I want. They are fine, up to a certain point, but they just don’t go far enough. Do you see what I mean?” he asked with his face just inches from her’s.
“N… no, I don’t understand,” Gillian said nervously.
“I’m looking for more than a secretary, more than a receptionist. I’m looking for all those and a companion. Are you willing to go that far, Gillian?” he asked, placing a hand on her knee. Her immediate reaction was anger. She wanted to slap his hand away and storm out of the office. Then she remembered how hard it was for a 48 year old woman to get a job in Dallas.
“I… I understand,” she said, swallowing convulsively.
“Good, great, Gillian. Now the first thing I want to do is see what you’ve got and how cooperative you can be. That entails taking off your clothes and putting on this suit,” he said, holding out two strips of lycra. “Consider it an audition.”
Gillian was very nervous. Her impulse was to run out of the office as fast as she could run, then find a cop. But hunger was a strong emotion. Besides, why the hell should she care, she liked to fuck as much as the next gal. Screw it, she would do this and anything else he wanted. She could always sue him for sexual harassment later.
Gillian stood and calmly undressed. Bill moved over to a nearby couch to watch. He had an eager, breathless look on his face, like a young boy with a new toy. Gillian’s suddenly stopped in the act of putting on the lycra suit. He whistled in appreciation as her full, ample breasts fell from her bra.
“How much does this job pay, and do I have the job?” she asked.
“I will certainly let you know after seeing what the next few hours bring,” he said eagerly. “Put it on,” he nodded at the plastic panties.
“No. I want some assurance that you are not going to fuck me and toss me out. How much does the job pay and do I have the job?” she insisted.
“Gillian, if you go through with this today, and any other time I feel the need for companionship, you will certainly have the job. I will start you at 25 dollars an hour. To tell you the truth I had a secretary for over three years. She would dress sexy as hell, show her panties a dozen times a day, and bend over to give me a tit shot. But the moment I tried to make a move on her she got all sanctimonious and belittled me. I had enough. I fired her. Then I was thinking, what I need is to hire exactly what I want. What I wanted was a woman close to my own age, with some experience and no husband. I wanted a woman who would bend over and drop her drawers when I told her without question. Hell, I own a multi-million dollar company, why shouldn’t I enjoy my work?”
Gillian thought for a moment and nodded. She managed to put on the lycra blouse and was about to snap the crotch on a unique contraption to form a pair of panties, but he stopped her.
“Wait, turn around and show me your butt,” he whispered.
She licked her lips nervously, but did as he asked. She knew her ass was not her best asset, but it was cute for a woman her age.
“Climb up on the desk and bend over. My God, look at that,” he said breathlessly. She could hear him moving closer. He knelt behind her and ran a hand over her unblemished rounded cheeks. She felt him sniffing her pussy and resisted the urge to giggle. “That is the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen,” he said before kissing her right butt cheek. She shivered under the warm contact.
“Would you let me fuck you in the rectum, Gillian?” he asked in a whisper.
“Yes,” she said simply. She was shuddering in excitement. She felt like she was in high school with the first boy who had fucked her. She had lost her virginity in the back of a 1968 Cougar. She was now about to lose her anal virginity on the 23rd floor of an office building in downtown Dallas.
As Bill’s tongue touched Gillian’s puckered asshole she squealed and shot forward on the desk. He pursued her, pressing his puckered lips between the cheeks of her ass and rimming her delectable asshole. She felt fire spreading from her rectum outward. She mashed her tits in her hands, with her face pressed against the cold shiny surface of the desk.
“Roll over,” he whispered after giving her butt one final kiss. Gillian decided that what had occurred so far had made the trip from New Orleans worthwhile all by itself. This was becoming very exciting.
She rolled over on her back and noticed that Bill was now naked. He had a short fat cock. At the moment it was standing at attention, just inches from her asshole. Bill smiled, spit into his hand and rubbed the end of his cock. The movement made a slick wet sound. She felt so excited that she shook visibly.
Bill held one of her legs in the air with his left hand, and guided his thick cock toward her anus with the right. He was moaning with each breath. She could see that he was as nervous as she was. His cock touched her rectum and she cried out. He smiled and looked down at his cock as the head pressed against her ass. He applied more pressure and she could feel it spreading the ring of her asshole with great pressure. She whimpered slightly, but pressed her anus back toward him. He gave a few shuddering thrusts toward her ass and the head suddenly slid inside. Gillian screamed and grabbed at his cock. But he had stopped and was simply waiting for her anus to stretched to accommodate him.
Gillian felt like a wine bottle had been shoved up her rectum. She wondered if she was bleeding. What if she needed stitches? How could she ever show up at the hospital and explain what had happened? Gillian was suddenly aware that his cock was sliding further inside her. She whimpered fearfully, but there was less pain. Her asshole had miraculously stretched. It seemed hours, but was only a few minutes until Bill began plunging in and out of her butt while he breathed harshly above her.
Bill reached out and mashed her firm breast in his hand, as he pumped steadily into her anus. His cock was sliding smoothly well up into her anus now. She felt a fire building deep down inside her. The fire was spreading to her loins.
The fire was building in her ass, but she needed relief in her pussy. She started to reach for her pussy, but he slapped her hand away.
“Wait,” he whispered in a grunt. She felt like crying, but she had to obey him. He fucked her for several more minutes, then paused.
“On your knees,” he commanded. She turned and knelt on the cold desk with her head down. He climbed up on the desk behind her and shoved his fat cock inside her gaping asshole. She screamed and tried to jerk away, but he grabbed her butt and held it in a firm grip. In a moment she no longer wanted to pull away. His cock in her rectum felt heavenly. But she needed relief and being fucked in the ass would not give it too her. Was it a test?
“Oh fuck,” Bill moaned above her. “You have such a sweet little backside,” he said as his hips hit her ass with a loud smacking sound. She realized that her knees were beginning to hurt. At first she could ignore the pain because of the pleasure emanating from her asshole. But soon it became too much to bear.
“My knees hurt,” she whispered, hoping he would not become angry. He pulled out of her rectum wordlessly and pushed her to the edge of the desk. He laid on the desk face up and waited. She quickly crawled over his prone body and started to lower her pussy over his cock.
“Not yet,” he cautioned her with the shake of a finger and a smile. He repositioned her plump ass until her asshole touched his cock. He pulled her down roughly, impaling her anus on his cock. He moaned, feeling an orgasm begin deep down in his balls. He knew it wouldn’t be long.
“My pussy is starving for attention,” she begged as she bounced on his fat little cock.
“Not yet,” he said with a twisted face. “I have never fucked an ass before. I want to cum in your butt,” he nearly shouted, feeling his orgasm give a few false starts as the heat built in his balls. “NOT YET!” he screamed again louder. “NOW!” he cried. Gillian felt his hot cum spurting up into her rectum. It was a good feeling, hot and somehow satisfying. She felt the pressure build in her as a huge ball of cum collected inside it. She again reached for her pussy, but he grabbed her hand and pulled it away. She sat motionless in defeat, watching the emotions twist his once handsome face into a withered mask. Slowly he relaxed and slumped down on the desk. He turned and pulled open a drawer. He pulled out a box of kleenex and a huge oddly shaped dildo. He handed the dildo to Gillian and pulled a handful of kleenex out for himself. He held them around his cock and lifted her. She pulled off his cock. He handed her the box of kleenex and sat up on the edge of the desk.
As Gillian cleaned her tortured butt with the kleenex, Bill wiped his cock and sat in the desk chair with a satisfied grin.
“Now,” he said quietly. “I’ve only seen a woman fuck herself with a dildo once in my entire life. It was the most erotic thing I have ever seen. Now that I’ve made you hot, make yourself cum.”
Gillian hurriedly turned on the vibrator and laid on the desk. Fully aware of his lustful eyes on her, she slid the vibrator up inside her pussy with a squeal of delight. The dildo had two heads, one large head for her pussy, and a smaller one for her ass, or to stimulate her clit. She chose to insert the smaller head into her anus, increasing the fire he had already started there. She pulled the dildo up inside herself with sure, brutal strokes. The vibrations seemed to fill her ass and travel up her spine. She used her left hand to reach down and stimulate her clit. She was in heaven. She felt very hot and sexy under his adoring, lustful eyes. She had never felt so wanted in her entire life.
She arched up off the desk with her pussy in the air. She jerked the dildo down inside her moist hole, crying with each stroke. The fire was unbearable. Her entire body was on fire. Even her neck tingled. She hunched against the dildo harder, feeling her loins glowing with the beginning of a horrendous orgasm. She knew it would be devastating and all-consuming. She feared the impending orgasm, but craved it at the same time.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped. Her eyes flew wide with horror. Bill moved closer to the desk so he wouldn’t miss a thing. He looked down in his lap in surprise and found his cock again had a raging hardon. This was one hot little bitch, and she was all his.
“Oh yes!” Gillian yelled. She grunted several times, stiffened with a frightened glance toward Bill, then screamed as the orgasm began throbbing in her loins. She felt her pussy muscles clenching and unclenching around the dildo. She threw here head back and trashed from side to side. She swore and grunted as she withered on the desk, then suddenly sat up and grabbed for the dildo. She jerked it out of her sensitive pussy and fell back in exhaustion. Eventually she twisted the base and turned it off.
“My God,” Bill said reverently. “That is the sexist fucking thing I’ve ever seen. You are hired, Gillian,” he said, leaning forward and kissing her breast. She shivered at the contact. She rolled over slowly. He slapped her butt cheek and jumped to his feet.
“Get dressed,” I’m hungry. “Well take the rest of the day off to celebrate,” he said as he pulled his clothes on.
“I’m going to love working here,” Gillian said as she slowly began to dress.

The Hunter

Sex Stories — Sat, 02 Jun 2007 12:22:21 +0000

I worked my way up Tucker Gulch and stopped for a rest. I knew the stream was clean enough to drink from. I filled my hand and drank several times until I felt sated.
It was another brilliantly beautiful Montana autumn day. Some people were worried about a drought, with so much clear, beautiful weather. But not me. I had seen it as dry as this before, just before the winter storms cluttered the mountains with mounds of snow and brought everything back to normal. Either way, it was not going to ruin my hunting. My wife hated hunting and always scream when I went. Now that wasn’t a problem, because I had divorced her. I could hunt all I wanted. The problem was, I hadn’t found any deer for the past two days. I was ready to go back to my RV and make lunch, then sleep until evening. Nothing would be moving now.
I stood and lifted my gun. My eyes bugged out in wonder. I licked my lips and snuck silently closer, using a screen of bushes to shield my movements.
A flash of red caught my eyes. A flash of red in the woods during hunting season is not unique, red is the color worn by hunters. But unless this woman had lost most of her gear, she was no hunter. She was bare ass naked except for a fishnet type of bodysuit. I imagine that she had decided to take a bath in the stream, although it would be deathly cold. But she was taking no bath now. She was sitting on top of a lichen covered rock, rubbing her pussy against it.
I moved around the bushes and started making my way through the woods. It took only a few minutes to creep close to the batty blonde. That was one lucky rock she was humping. She was all of 35 years old and not bad looking for her age. I sat my rifle against a tree and took a seat on a downed tree. With my legs swinging and a gleeful smile on my face, I watched her humping the rock, then occasionally placing a hand between her legs to worry her clit a little. God this was exciting. My cock was throbbing in my pants.
“What the fuck are you looking at?!” she suddenly demanded. I was caught off guard. I slid down to the ground and moved closer. I expected her to cover up with a squeal of embarrassment, but she sat with all the composer of a veteran barmaid. The first thing I noticed was the weird bodysuit was crotchless. How handy. The second thing I noticed were her cute little breasts. They would have looked good on an 18 year old, and they certainly looked good on her. As I got closer I found that she looked a bit used up, but those breasts were certainly perfect.
“Well?” she demanded.
“Need any help?” I was proud of my comeback. She gave me a stony stare as I approached. When I stepped into reach she lunged forward and grabbed my belt. I began unbuttoning my shirt as she tore my pants open. She slid a slender hand into my pants and pulled my cock out.
I sat on the rocky ground and she pushed me back. She grabbed my cock and began milking it in her hand.
“I’m Chet,” I said nervously.
“Tami,” she said as she concentrated on my cock.
“Wha… what are you doing out here?” I stammered, at a loss for words.
“Why?” she demanded.
“Huh?” I said in confusion, taken aback by her abruptness.
“Why would you give a shit?” she insisted. “With me sitting her stroking your cock, why in the fuck would you care why I’m here?” she said with some heat.
“Uh, no reason,” I said nervously.
She bent forward wordlessly and clamped her mouth over my growing cock. It felt fucking wonderful. There is no way to describe the heat and pleasure a man feels when a hot, moist mouth closes on his penis. It’s a mystical experience. And the heat of her mouth seemed to be exceptional. Maybe it was because of the coolness of the autumn afternoon, or the cool mist from the stream. Either way it was the most memorable first contact I could ever remember.
I leaned back and closed my eyes. I heard a blue jay calling from the nearby trees. The low rumble of water cascading over rocks drown out most sounds. Occasionally I heard a wet smack of her lips as she pulled them off the head of my penis. Otherwise I just sat there luxuriating in the brilliant heat being generated in my crotch.
“That is so fucking wonderful,” I gasped, looking down at her. She stopped and looked up. Without a word she turned and sat her ass in my face. She slid back until her pussy was touching my mouth. I smiled shortly, then filled my mouth with her blonde pussy. I noted without thinking, that she was smoothly shaved. Good, I liked a shaved pussy.
I sucked the lips of her pussy into her mouth as I lashed each one with my tongue. She moaned, the first natural sound she had made. I extended my long tongue and flicked it from the top of her pussy envelope to the bottom with blinding speed. This was a trick I had learned somewhere during my the past 40 years. Women loved this. At least they had up until now. She wasn’t satisfied with my flickering tongue, she mashed her pussy down hard against my mouth and waited. I slid my tongue up into her pussy canal and tasted her sweetness. She moaned again, so I took it for granted this was what she wanted. I sucked almost brutally, while I flicked my tongue up inside her. From her position my mouth literally filled with pussy juice. No problem, I had tasted worse.
She leaned down and took my cock into her mouth again, while I feasted on her swollen pussy. This was more like it. I was getting really hot now. There was a burning liquid fire churning in my balls. I knew it wouldn’t be long until I exploded.
Her lips remained still while her sucking mouth milked my cock with great suction. I closed my eyes and burrowed into her pussy with great enthusiasm. By now my face was full of her sweet pussy juice. I had juice up my nose and coating my face. She was sliding against my slick wet face now, riding it as she had ridden the rock only minutes before.
To my great disappointment she released my cock and sat up, simply enjoying my oral manipulations.
Resigned to the fact that she was going to make me earn my fuck, I held her pussy lips open with my thumbs and lashed the inside of her pussy good. I pressed her clit with the end of my tongue and worried it from side to side. This elicited a reaction from her. I stared up at her slender ass in my hands, as I tortured her sweet pussy. On a sudden inspiration I pulled my mouth off her pussy and applied my tongue to the rubbery little ring of her asshole. She nearly exploded, crying out and throwing her had back above me. I smiled into her ass as my tongue tried to force it’s way inside her. She withered and pushed back as if to help me.
No matter how much I wished to enter her tiny ass, and I tried repeatedly, it was too damned tight. I gave up and returned to her pussy. I didn’t know how it was possible, but there was even more juice waiting upon my return. I licked my way around her pussy, then worried her clit a bit longer.
She raised up off my face and straddled my body. Grabbing my throbbing cock in her hand, she guided it into her pussy while she sank on my lap.
I felt like screaming as my cock was forced up into her juicy pussy. The heat was almost intolerable. The moisture and soft skin was heavenly. She was a good fuck, there was no doubt about that. I felt her pussy clenching my cock as it raised and lowered on my meat. In a moment I realized that her pussy was actually milking my cock as it moved. I had never felt this before. God she was good.
She began bouncing on me pelvis. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding over my cock were barely discernable over the sounds of the stream. Her panting and moans were slightly louder. I panted rapidly as I clenched my teeth and endured the great pleasure I felt. The smell of her sex blended with the spruce trees and moss around us. The moisture in the air was almost thick enough to drink.
I moaned ever louder as her agile pussy was about to bring about my orgasm. It seemed that we had been fucking for hours. I held her hips in my hands and forced her down on my cock with brutal force. She seemed to like this. She was leaning back over my body and grunting with each thrust. She was very close now.
I moved my hands to her tiny waist. I could feel the warmth of her body through the fishnet. She had such a slender, sexy body. I wanted more than just this one fuck. I wanted to see her again and again. She was a far better fuck than my wife ever had been. Who was she?
“Oh shit!” she shouted, rubbing her pussy forward and back on my cock. I was afraid she would break something. I relaxed my grip when I was sure she would not twist my cock off. I endured her ever-rougher treatment. At the last moment she bounced on my crotch, then stiffened and screamed. I felt my cock pumping sperm into her quivering pussy lips. There is something satisfying about the feeling of thick, hot cum filling a woman’s pussy. I watched her sexy little body wither above me, then relaxed my grip on her waist as we both calmed and relaxed after our orgasms. I wanted to lay there and bask in the afterglow, but she sprang to her feet and grabbed her clothes.
“Why??? Where???” I gasped in disappointment. Before I knew it she was gone. I have told this story to a few of my closest friends. I am told she was a ghost. An old Souix told me she might be a forrest or water spirit. Either way, I never saw her again.

The Security Camera

Sex Stories — Sun, 20 May 2007 08:46:06 +0000

“I’m telling you, you can’t trust an employee farther than you can throw them. This is state-of-the-art,” the salesman slapped his hand on the cardboard box.
“I only have one employee in this building, and I trust Janet implicitly,” I said in annoyance.
“Do you? Do you really?” he asked, putting his face close to mine. “I’ll tell you what I’ll do, Mister Harper. I’ll install this system free at my own expense, right here and right now. If you’ve had it for a week and actually used it,” he stressed the words, “and you still feel it’s worthless, I will take it out and it will cost you nothing. If you find it useful, I want your promise to install similar systems in your warehouses and factory. Is it a deal?”
“Yeah, sure,” I agreed, trying to get rid of him. “But install it after 4:00 pm when Janet leaves the building. I don’t want her to think I’m spying on her.”
“That’s the best way. If an employee knows a system is in place, they can usually find a way to circumvent it. A hidden camera is always the most useful. You won’t be sorry, Mister Harper, I promise you,” he said as he finally left.
There was no change in my office, the system was hooked into my desktop. So it was a complete surprise when I accidentally pressed a colored button and a naked woman appeared on my screen. It took me a moment to realize that woman was my own secretary, Janet Goldthorp.
“What the hell!” I said in awe. The first thing I noticed was that my 46 year old secretary had the body of a 20 year old girl. The second thing was that the black stockings accented her tanned skin. My dick was hard. I flinched when my nose touched the computer screen. God, what a body that woman had. I had brief glimpses before, a panty shot while she was filing on the bottom drawer, crossed legs as she pulled away from the desk in her chair, that kind of thing. This was amazing. And the damned salesman was right, the picture was as clear as a bell and very detailed.
I leaped from my chair and headed for the outer office. I didn’t have a plan, but my hard cock needed relief, and Janet could provide it.
Janet rolled up her stocking and snapped them until they were tight. She was almost ready to leave for the day and she and her boyfriend liked to play role playing games. It kept their sex life interesting. She didn’t know what he had chosen until she pulled it out of her bag. The first thing she found were the lycra clothing. Obviously his and hers. Her outfit came with knee length booths and a two-headed dildo. What was that kinky bastard up to, she wondered? She switched the base on and found the batteries fresh and vital. She felt a thrill throughout her body. It was singing the familiar song of an old friend. Oh well, time to replace her dress and leave.
The phone rang. She glanced at the clock and picked it up with a grimace. It was 3:48, no time for a lengthy phone call.
“Harper Incorporated,” she spoke quickly, juggling the phone and the dildo.
“Janet, this is Fred. I’m sorry hon, but I won’t be home until after midnight. Don’t change into that outfit today.
“Too late.”
“Really? How does it look?”
“Tiny,” Janet said with a smile. “I can’t wait to see you in yours.”
“Later, baby. The bottom is falling out of the market right now and everybody is scared shitless. It looks like we have to diversify to remain solvent. We will be going over financial and tax records until hell freezes over. Sorry,” he said, making a kissing sound and hanging up. She caught the kiss over the phone and slapped it against her naked ass. She sat heavily in the chair, looking at the clock. He was standing her up for the next few days, so she was all undressed with nowhere to go. Damned the bad luck.
She looked at the dildo sticking out of her purse. With a speculative glance, she finally slid it out of her purse. She licked the tip as she looked at her door. It was locked and only Brad Harper had a key to it. He never bothered her. All his business was done over the intercom. She flicked the vibrator on and ran it over her soft breast. Her breath caught as it touched her nipple. She looked down at her nipples, massaging one with her hand, and the other with the vibrator. Her breath came faster. With her sexy legs spread wide she finally dragged the vibrator up the crack of her vagina. She moaned and clenched her teeth to forestall a scream of pleasure. Her clit still vibrated from the brief contact. She moved the dildo all around her pubic area. She loved the feeling of the vibration in the crack of her ass, and the soft crease between her thigh and body.
She moved the dildo back up her stomach to the area beneath each breast. She could feel the tingle clear down to her asshole. The moment the vibrator struck her nipples again, she cried out.
Brad Harper tired his secretary’s doorknob. It was locked. He fished the key out of his vest pocket and slid it into the lock as silently as possible. He had never done anything like this before. He had always kept his relationship with Janet strictly professional. What a fool he had been. If he had only known that such a luscious body was hidden beneath her clothes. Well he knew now.
Janet sprang from her chair and swept everything on her desk aside. With the movements of an athlete, she leaped up on the desk and threw her legs wide. Gritting her teeth in anticipation, she thrust the dildo up inside her. Fire exploded inside her sexy body. She humped her pussy against the dildo as she began sliding it in and out of her vagina. It felt fantastic. The tendrils of vibration seemed to reach every part of her body. Fire started in her ass. She could feel her ass muscles clenching and suddenly wished that she had something stuck up it. Fred loved to fuck her in the ass, he said she had the sexiest ass he had ever seen. The liar. If only he were there now.
Brad watched through the crack of the open door. He almost fainted when Janet leaped up on the desk. It took a moment to realize that she was not heading for the door, and he had not been discovered there. He stood shaking after that, partially from the brief fright, but certainly from the restrained passion filling his body. He felt like a naughty boy for peeking in on Janet. He had peeked in on his mother before, and was caught that last time. He had felt like the world ended when she confronted him with an angry look. Now he was feeling the old fear again. He should leave. He should pretend it never happened… he should have recorded what the camera was picking up, the thought belatedly.
Janet gasped and cried out. It was too much for Brad to take. He needed to taste that pussy. He needed to ram his cock up inside her until she screamed. Before he knew it he was stepping into the office. He stopped himself just a few feet from the desk. He stood in indecision. Just as he was about to turn and go, Janet opened her eyes and looked right at him. She stared in disbelief for a moment.
“Sorry,” Brad said, feeling totally ashamed.
“I… fuck me,” she suddenly commanded.
“Wha… what?”
“Don’t just stand there watching, fuck me,” she hissed. He watched her hand plunging the dildo up inside her. His cock was rock hard and throbbing in his pants. Suddenly he looked down and found his hands undressing his body. What the hell was wrong with him? He couldn’t fuck Janet. He just… Why not?
“Don’t just stand there, fuck me,” she cried. “Fuck me in the ass, she said, dropping the dildo in her chair and grabbing part of Fred’s lycra costume. She thrust it at me and lay waiting with her legs lewdly spread. I could see the moisture glistening in her open pussy. She must have been close to an orgasm. Now she wanted to be fucked in the ass?
I put on the lycra shorts and stepped closer to Janet. She reached out and grabbed my cock in her hot little hand. She pulled me roughly forward. I yelped, but came willingly. I found my cock in her mouth. She eagerly sucked me to unbelievable hardness.
I raised and lowered myself on my toes, as if enduring unbelievable pain. But it wasn’t pain, it was total and complete pleasure radiating from my cock into my loins and lycra covered ass. God what a mouth. No wonder Fred was totally devoted to her.
Janet sprang up from the desk. She pumped her hand over my cock as she changed positions. I wanted to lose my face in those soft, pillowy breasts. I wanted to stick my face in that beautiful pussy and eat until she couldn’t stand any longer. But what I wanted didn’t matter. Janet was clearly in charge. She bent over by the desk and threw one foot up on it.
“Fuck me in the ass,” she commanded again. I had no choice, I had to obey her.
When my cock first touched that gloriously smooth ass, I almost exploded. It took a great deal of restraint to place my cock at the entrance to her anus and press, without coming. She wiggled her ass slightly, making it even worse, but I did work my way inside. She cried out and grabbed the edge of the desk in a death grip. It must have hurt, I have a fairly large dick. But she didn’t complain. She simply pushed her butt back against me until the entire length of my cock slid inside her asshole. The heat and moisture were glorious. Once again I gritted my teeth and waited, so I wouldn’t come prematurely. She did the same, waiting for her asshole to expand around me. It wasn’t long before she began swaying in front of me.
I put my hands and her back and began pistoning my cock up inside her hot tunnel. She cried and whimpered as I fucked her tight ass. It was the most wonderful feeling I had ever encountered. Of course this was my first time. I had never dreamed of fucking an ass, male or female.
The slap of flesh against flesh was loud in the room. Our harsh breathing and cries of joy echoed off the walls. Life went on around us, but we were unaware of anything but each other.
Janet was crying louder now. She reached down and began playing with her clit. My legs were growing tired, so I stopped and pulled out of her ass. She cried, spinning around and looking at me in outrage.
“Change positions,” I explained with a half-smile. She nodded and backed away. I laid on the desk. The wood was cold on my bare back. Janet took a baby-wipe from somewhere and cleaned the shit from my dick. With a happy smile she crawled up on the desk, straddled my body and lowered the warm envelope of her pussy down over my throbbing cock. The heat and moisture were unbelievable. She slid forward and back on my body. This surprised and concerned me. I waited breathlessly to see if anything would break. When I was sure that this was a feasible position, I relaxed and allowed my secretary to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.
Janet was hot, athletic and innovative. Just when I got used to her doing things one way, she changed and did them another. She began bouncing on my cock, sending thrills down my cock and throughout my body. I cried out and held her hips in my hands, assisting her all I could. But she needed no help, she knew exactly what she was doing.
Her wet pussy made slick moist sounds that were very erotic in the quiet room. Somewhere down the hallway a door slammed and voice receded, probably going to the elevator. On the 47th floor there were few sounds from the street, only an occasional passing helicopter. As the building emptied complete silence settled in, making our lovemaking even louder and more erotic.
Janet leaned forward with her body resting on mine. She continued sliding her pussy forward and back. I liked this because there was less stimulus than when she bounced. I suddenly found her mouth against mine. I kissed her passionately as my hands explored her back and shapely ass. We were breathing harshly through our noses. Every part of our body was alive with passion. I suddenly felt the tendril of fire preceding an orgasm. I paused and my eyes flew wide. I felt I should warn her, but suddenly the heat doubled and I found my cock spurting cum into her hot cunt. I held on for dear life, stopping her movements on my sensitive cock. She sat up and brushed her hair out of her face. She rubbed my chest, waiting patiently, as my cum filled her sexy abdomen.
I closed my eyes and whined, waiting for the tremors to die. It seemed to take a long time before my orgasm died and my cock wilted.
“I am so sorry,” I said in embarassment.
“You can always go down on me,” she quipped with a sly smile. She laughed at the look of utter terror which crossed my face. “Relax, I was only kidding. I have the secretary’s friend here,” she said, rolling off my body and grabbing the dildo. As I vacated the desk, she took my place. She turned on the dildo and gasped at the brutal vibrations which filled her body. She slid the dildo in and out several times. I took the dildo from her slender hand and knelt by the desk. With my face just inches from her pussy, I reinserted the dildo into her cunt and slowly began fucking her with it. I listened for the change in her voice and the frantic movements presaging a massive orgasm. I watched her face until she stiffened and screamed.
I immediately took the dildo out of her pussy and slid it across her clit. She surged up off the desk and grabbed my hands, at first holding the dildo in position, then hastily pulling it out. I gave her an evil smile. I took the tip of the dildo and touched her swollen asshole. She whimpered slightly, but did not pull away. I watched her face, all screwed up in passion, until she finally began to relax. Reluctantly I turned off the dildo and laid it on the desk beside her. She sat up and kissed the top of my head.
“That was wonderful,” she said quietly.
“Yes it was,” I agreed. “I wouldn’t mind doing it again, but not today. I need rest.”
“No problem, we have days. That will teach that son-of-a-bitch to leave me hanging,” she laughed.

Head Nurse

Sex Stories — Thu, 10 May 2007 12:18:19 +0000

Maddy loosened her nurse’s uniform and started coffee in her espresso machine. It had been a long watch. She was an emergency room nurse, and Philadelphia seemed to go insane from time to time, sending them wounded, overdoses, and battered victims by the dozens. What was wrong with the world?
Maddy rented the upper floor of a quaint three bedroom house. One bedroom was her’s, the other two belonged to Sheila, one of her candy-stripers who lived downstairs. Sheila had warned her that she had a party planned for the weekend. It wasn’t the first.
Maddy knew when the party started by the way the pictures began bouncing on her wall. Sheila invited her, but Maddy wasn’t interested in parties right now. Besides, she didn’t know any of Sheila’s friends. She would end up standing around by herself. Still, it was easier to stand loud music from inside the party, rather than above it. All she could hear was the bass thumping in time with her headache.
Maddy stood and took off her blouse. She tossed it in the hamper as she pulled a white towel from the hallway closet. She would take a bath and spend an hour under the tanning lamp. That was the best medicine.
Maddy lay naked beneath the sunlamp. She drifted off to sleep, unaware of the stealthy footsteps approaching her from where she lay on the floor. Her eyes flew open as the lamp suddenly went off and fingers touched her open pussy lips.
“NO! Don’t look,” a voice commanded. She thought for a moment, then closed her eyes again. “I want you to guess who this is,” the voice whispered. She knew the voice already, it was John, Sheila’s best friend. She must have sent him upstairs to appease her. “Just lay there, pretend you’re asleep,” he whispered as his fingers manipulated her pussy lips.

She smiled and licked her lips. His fingers were very talented. At times they explored deep inside her, and at other times they tickled the outer lips of her pussy. She was feeling the fire spreading in the lower part of her body. She grew aware of her toes curling. Her toes always curled when she was being stimulated.
John slid his first two fingers in and out of her pussy. She hummed in satisfaction. She could hear the slick sound of her lubricant. She was getting very hot.
Matty reached out and searched with her hand until she followed a naked leg up to a pulsing cock. She moaned in pleasure a she squeezed the large penis in her hand, then stroked it methodically.
John walked forward on his knees until he was standing beside her head. She stroked his cock vigorously. His fingers were playing music in her pussy. His fingers found and strummed her clit, causing her to heave up off the mat and hunch her pussy against his fingers.
Keeping her eyes closed she suddenly sat up and sought his cock with her mouth. She was as eager for contact as he. She pushed her mouth all the way forward until his cock disappeared between her soft lips. She sucked briefly, trying not to gag, then pulled back and licked the head.
“You have a wonderful mouth,” John gasped breathlessly. “Damned nice tits, too,” he added as an afterthought. She knew she had a nice set of tits. She was 35 years old and had better tits than most of the young nurses who worked under her. She was proud of her breasts.
Matty took his cock all the way down her throat and worked it diligently, before pulling her mouth off his cock and standing. She opened her eyes and looked into his blue eyes with a smile, before turning and presenting her shapely ass to him. He knelt behind her and licked her moist pussy for several minutes. But he was eager to fuck that wonderful ass.
He stood, took his cock in his hand and slid it easily into her gaping pussy. She squealed in pleasure. He began fucking her from behind. She could tell that the position was awkward for him so she put one foot up on the couch. This put her pussy in just the right position. He slapped her ass with his pistoning pelvis. His cock stabbed deep inside her sensitive flesh. She felt so full with his large cock inside her. Her pussy burned with intense passion. Her breasts bobbed beneath her. She clasped one in her hand and mashed it brutally, while holding the couch to steady herself.
Predictably, they both began to tire quickly. The position was unnatural and hard to maintain. John pulled his cock from her pussy. She felt suddenly empty.
He turned her and pushed her down on the couch. As she positioned herself on the edge, he crawled forward on his knees. She spread her legs wide. He eagerly plunged his cock between her legs and up inside her. It slid in easily, causing an explosion in her loins. Her pussy seemed to burst as his large penis filled her to the breaking point. He slammed his penis into her pussy, holding each leg for purchase.
Matty mashed her shapely breasts in her hands, watching his face as he fucked her. He lifted her legs in each hand and rammed his cock inside hard. She whined and shook her head with her eyes once again closed. The game was over, but the pleasure was indescribable. The sound of his wet pelvis slapping her inner thighs was loud. Her juices made a slick, sticky sound. She slid a finger down into her pussy and put it in her mouth, tasting her fragrant juices.
John moaned. Watching her taste her own juice was very erotic. But his knees were getting tired again and he wanted to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible. Once again he pulled out of Matty’s pussy. She cried in surprise, but he gave her a reassuring smile and pulled her off the couch with a strong hand.
It took only a moment to seat himself on the couch and lower her down on his lap. She shuddered and wiggled in his lap. He reached around her and slid a hand into her pussy. He stroked the area stretched by his cock first. She began riding up and down on his cock. He followed her bouncing pussy and began strumming her clit. She leaned back and kissed him briefly, then concentrated on giving John a good fuck.
“You feel so good,” John said as he twirled her clit with his fingers. She moaned with her head back and eyes closed. Her movements were getting more rapid and erratic. She was getting close to an orgasm, as John had planned. He wanted her to cum first, because he had a plan. He placed on hand on her breast, while maintaining his stimulation of her clit. She bounced several more times before she began gasping and jerking in his lap. He slid his moist fingers into her mouth. She sucked them clean. He continued to grasp her firm breast and leaned forward to kiss the back of her neck.
Matty finally calmed and relaxed in his lap. “You didn’t cum?” she asked in concern.
“No, but that’s alright, as long as you did,” he said with an innocent look. She pulled off his cock and turned, then lowered her head into his lap and captured his cock with her hot red lips. He gasped in ecstatic pleasure as he watched her red lips touch his juice covered cock and close around it. She sucked for a moment, then pulled her mouth off and licked the juices from the base of his cock. He nearly exploded into the air. It was the most seductive thing he’d ever seen. How could a woman do that? A man would never drink his own cum, at least most men wouldn’t. It made her look so sexy.
Matty’s mouth quickly bobbed on John’s dick, filling his loins with liquid fire. He gasped in pleasure. He put one hand on top of her head as she bounced in his lap. God it felt good. And he too was about to cum.
“L… lay down on the mat,” he said hurriedly. She pulled her lips off and gave him a questioning look, but complied. He positioned himself over her mouth and fisted his own cock with blinding speed. He felt the fire building. Matty opened her mouth wide and waited. John watched gleefully as the cum began to spurt on Matty. Unfortunately, it spurted all over her face, rather than just in her mouth. He adjusted his aim until the last few squirts filled her mouth. She gave him a deadly look as she cleaned the cum off her face with a napkin.
“Sorry,” he said with a sheepish grin.
“Yeah, sure. Now get downstairs and thank Sheila. That was just what I needed.”
“She figured a good fuck would keep you from calling the cops on her for loud music,” he said as he dressed. He kissed her, conscious of the fact that he’d just cum on that face, then hurried back to the party.

The Race

Sex Stories — Tue, 01 May 2007 08:37:44 +0000

Phil laid a stopwatch on a brown towel at the edge of the pool, then stood and counted silently to himself. He swung his arms back and forth, in time with his count. His eyes strayed to a skinny little girl who could not be more than 18 years old. She was watching him quizzically.
“Three, two, one, go!” he counted silently before diving into the pool and swimming at his very fastest speed. Water splashed in all directions. A wave preceded him down the pool and splashed over the end, as he dove, spun, and kicked off toward the other end. As he reached the far end he reached out and grabbed his stopwatch, pressing the peg on top.
As he looked up, the skinny girl was smiling, still watching him. He grimaced in annoyance and turned away from her.
“This is the Hotel Bon Air, not the olympics,” her amused voice came from over his shoulder.
“No shit,” he growled, looking down at the skinny girl.
“So what are you doing?”
“Trying to qualify for the swim team. This is the only olympic sized pool in town,” he said, starting to leave.
“Good luck. I could beat you,” she scoffed.
“Yes, of course you can,” he said sarcastically
“Oh, I can,” she assured him. “Your stroke is too short and fast, you are holding yourself too high out of the water. You kick too hard, wasting more energy than you use. I could beat you by ten full seconds and never be out of breath.”
“Would you please go away and stop wasting my time.”
“Would you like a second opinion?”
“Sure, go find me another skinny girl and I’ll ask her advice on swimming.”
“You could ask my coach.”
“What coach?” Phil said, out of patience.
“My swim coach, Bob Abrahms,” she pointed to an old man in the background. He started to scoff, then looked more closely at the man. He did look like a professional coach.
“Who the hell are you?” he asked.
“It doesn’t matter. We race and if I beat you, you do anything I say. If you win, we can have sex in any position you want. Deal?”
“Deal,” he said, diving into the water. He heard her splash just seconds behind him, but seconds were critical. His lips curled in a smile as he thrashed through the water. He reached the far end, kicked off and started for the opposite side with a new burst of energy. He saw a movement from the corner of his eye and was horrified to see it was the girl, several lengths ahead of him. He did his best, but he was beaten already. He took his time after she reached the end of the pool. She wiped the water from her face and looked down at him with a smile.
“What room?” she asked.
“I… I don’t have a room.”
“Room twelve,” she pointed to the room above the pool, “in ten minutes.”
He watched the sway of her skinny ass as she walked away. As he looked around the pool he noticed that he wasn’t the only one. Ok, so she was kind of cute, and athletic, in a skinny sort of way, just like a swimmer…
“Lock the door,” she said as he stepped into the room. She was butt naked. Her tits were kind of underdeveloped, but that made them even more exciting. He locked the door and strolled confidently toward the bed. She patted the bed beside her. He sat, she rolled over, jerked his swimtrunks down and took his cock in her hand.
She gave him one sultry glance before she took his cock into her mouth and sucked. He stiffened and leaned back. Her mouth was very hot. Her tongue touched here and there all over his sensitive skin. She swirled her tongue over the end of his hardening cock and he moaned.
“Easy,” he whispered.
“Too much for you?” she challenged.
“Oh… oh, you want to play that game,” he laughed, pushing her back on the bed. She squealed and tried to get away, but he grabbed her by the ankles and held her until she settled down. He turned her, still holding her ankles, until she lay flat on her back.
He pulled her legs open and leaned down, close to her pussy. She held her ass up off the bed so her pussy was at mouth level. He pressed his mouth against her pussy and began fluttering his tongue against her clit. She moaned and gasped as his tongue delved into her sweet little pussy. He sucked her juices from her vagina first, then began tickling her clit.
He loved going down on this small girl. Her pussy was shaved, all but a finger width of light brown hair right up the middle. He sucked on her clit and clamped it between his teeth. She screamed a little and tried to jerk away.