STUDENT TEACHER (Part 4)
“Can I ask you a favor,” Margo whispered, “I need it really bad, can you do me now?!” “Of course, dear,” Jolee replied softly, “be a love and lift up your skirt and slip off your panties, I want to see this wonder cunt you’ve been telling me about!!!” A few moments later, Jolee was staring at the hairiest cunt she had ever seen, it was a thick profusion of dark curly pubic fur that did it’s best to hide Margo’s bulging pussy lips!!!
“Oh my,” Jolee offered softly, “I can see you have a real problem on your hands, your pussy is just dripping, you must really love exposing yourself to me!!!” “Oh god, I do,” Margo moaned, “I love showing it off, does it look good to you!?!” “I’m going to have to finger myself while I eat you,” Jolee sighed, “you’ve got a fucking carpet down there between your legs, and it looks scrumptious!!!” While Vince was good, Jolee was and expert, something that Margo found out almost from the first second her pussy was attacked by her teacher’s ravenous mouth, it was almost as if she couldn’t get enough of her young pussy, but for what ever the reason, with in a matter of seconds Jolee had Margo climbing the fucking walls and begging her to finish her off!!!
Instead, however, Jolee took her time, purposely avoiding Margo’s clit, except of course for the “accidental” brushing that seemed to occur with a great deal of frequency!!! “Y-you’re teasing me, aren’t you,” Margo moaned, “please, don’t make me beg for it, I’m losing my fucking mind, just do it for me please!!!” “Are you sure you want it,” Jolee asked innocently, “maybe I should just quit!!!” “Y-you’re a fucking sadist,” Margo gasped as she grabbed Jolee’s head and jammed it hard into her cunt, “now do my clit you stupid bitch!!!” “Such language,” Jolee thought to herself, “I guess she’s waited long enough,” as her tongue snaked into the drooling slit and wrapped itself around Margo’s hyper excited slit, which of course caused the young girl to have an convulsive orgasm that nearly made the poor girl pass out!!!
“I’m sorry I talked so nasty,” Margo said sheepishly, “but I needed it so bad and you were just nibbling around it……….” “After giving the hairy muff one last kiss, Jolee pulled on her panties and replied, “No apology necessary, but from now on you come to class relaxed and satisfied, okay!?!” “Okay,” Margo replied with a sigh, “it’s a deal!!!”
The End.
Couple’s Massage
I wanted to give my wife a special and relaxing gift for her 40th birthday. We were visiting our condo at the beach on the Atlantic coast. The 8th floor condo has a large balcony overlooking the ocean where we’ve spent many afternoons lounging or hanging out with friends.
I arranged for a couple’s massage to be done on our balcony. Although the service typically only did couple’s massages at the “spa,” I was able to persuade the owner, a woman named Tina that this was a special occasion and I was willing to pay overtime for the two massage therapist to make an exception so we could experience the massage while overlooking the ocean. I was hoping that the massage would lead to some fun after they left. What happened was more that I could have ever expected.
When I told my wife, Julie about her surprise, she was very thankful and we talked about it off and on throughout the day while we ran some errands and walked on the beach. Julie is a very beautiful woman and is in great shape. She is 5'5’, with black hair and blue eyes.
Finally, 7 p.m. arrived and Tina and Jeff soon knocked on our door. They were both very attractive. Tina had dark skin and appeared to be Puerto Rican. Jeff was young, 23 or 24 I guessed. He was tall and had blonde hair. They brought the massage tables and a box, which I presumed held their supplies. They told us it would take a few minutes to get set up and that we should get ready.
We went to the kitchen and had a glass of wine. I could tell Julie was a little nervous, and so was I. I was hoping to watch her as she was receving her massage…a thought that had me turned on all day.
When we went out to the balcony, Tina told us to disrobe and get on the tables. We did as we were told and I was already begining to get excited as Julie dropped her robe. Even though they excused themself while we got ready, the thought that Jeff would soon be touching her and Tina me was turning me on. We smiled at each other and both got on the tables, with our faces in the holes on the tables. A moment later they returned. Tina started some new age music on a boom box. The wine, music and sound of the ocean had me very relaxed. Almost immediatley, Tina began my massage. She started on my shoulders with some warm oil and spent alot of time on my neck, back and shoulders. I was in another world when I first heard Julie let out a moan of pleasure. I turned my head and saw her face down with nothing but a towel covering her ass. Jeff was rubbing her legs and seemed to be settled on her thighs.
The sight made me instantly start to get hard. The combination of Tina rubbing my feet and legs and the sight of my wife enjoying another man’s hands was intoxicating. Tina started up my legs and then slipped her hands under my towel to massage my ass. I then heard Jeff ask Julie if it was ok for him to remove her towel so he could get her lower back better. Julie hesitated and then gave him a mmm hmmm. I then watched as he removed her towel leaving her completely exposed to him. Having her naked in front of another man made me gasp. Tina knew I was watching and she then asked me if I was enjoying myself. Julie then looked over at me and smiled. I immediately said yes. With that, she removed my towel also.
Slowly, Jeff worked his way up to my wife’s crack and even poured some more oil on her…watching it drip down her ass. His hands went to work on her. Within a minute he was clearly working his magic on her pussy… She began sighing and clearly had an orgasm. My cock was beginning to hurt as I was still laying on my stomach. I turned over, exposing myself to Tina, Jeff and Julie. Tina smiled at me and then at Julie and said, “my, my.”
She took out some additional oil and began giving me a slow sensual hand job. Julie was staring at me by now and I couldn’t tell what was going on in her mind. She had turned over as well and Jeff was continuing to massage her legs and feet. He then moved up to her breasts…her nipples hard and her breath coming in starts and stops. My wife then said the words I’ll never forget. “I want to fuck him.” I could only nod my head.
Jeff simply removed his shirt and shorts exhibiting a rock hard cock. He spread her legs and entered her. She was still laying on the table and he stood. He started slowly and then began pounding her. This sight along with Tina’s hands on me sent me over the edge. I came hard shooting all over her hand and my stomach. Tina kept touching me while Jeff fucked my wife. He was young and obviously enjoying himself. As he went in and out he also fingered her clit. Within a few minutes she was coming again and then he did also.
He pulled out of her and kissed her deeply. Both Tina and Jeff then took their time cleaning up and told us to take a shower together. We were both somewhat stunned, but did what we were told. We didn’t talk in the shower except I asked her if she was ok. She smiled and nodded. We held each other. When we came back out, only Tina was there. We paid and she left. She did ask us to call again sometime. We are making plans for next month already.
“I do not intend to sleep,” Leo said, stepping inside, and closing the door behind him. He dropped his bag, and reach out grabbing Nila, and pulled her back to him, kissing her fiercely. Again, Nila was surprised by the suddenness of Leo’s actions, but gave in to the kiss, relaxing in his arm. Leo picked up Nila as if she were a feather, and brought her over to her bed, dropping her down, and moving on top of her.
“I intend to have my way with you,” he whispered, his hand moving up under her night-shirt, gently caressing her breast. Leo’s lips gently touched Nila’s before moving to her neck. Nila let out a low moan, feeling Leo’s hand on her breast, his lips on her neck.
Leo started out slow, trying to calm himself down. The excitement of the huge victory was having an effect on him, and all he wanted to do was rip off Nila’s clothes and pound her hard until she passed out. But he decided to go slow, caressing Nila’s toned body, feeling all of her soft curves, and gently kissing and biting her neck. He felt Nila slightly arch her back, her hips rising, pressing up against him.
Nila’s moan, her heavy breathing, the feeling of her pressed against him, it was too much, even though it was so little. Leo couldn’t contain himself anymore. He had to have her and now. He ripped off the flimsy night shirt, exposing Nila’s perfect tits, and started sucking fiercely on her left nipple, biting her to elicit Nila’s groans. While his right hand held Nila’s hands above her head, Leo’s left hand went to her mound, slipping under her boy shorts, feeling her shaved sex, before pulling Nila’s underwear down, and running a finger across her drenched lips. Just flicking his thumb across her clit, and Nila started to quiver.
Oh man, she is so turned on right now, Leo though, switching over to her right nipple, and continued to suck on her. Nila’s moans were louder and her breathing faster. Leo stuck his finger into her mouth, making her suck off the small amount of juices that he had gotten.
Nila sucked on his finger fiercely, as if she had been sucking on his cock. God, she was so hot right now, she wanted to feel Leo’s cock stuffing her pussy for all it was worth.
“Please…Leo…”
She was begging now, she needed some sort of release, preferably Leo’s cock pounding her pussy. Leo smirked, knowing he had control over her. His cock was hard, ready to be buried in her tight pussy. Leo kneeled over her, his hands running down Nila’s curvaceous body. Leo took in Nila’s perfect body, and came down on her, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. He let go of her hands, which immediately went to his jeans, undoing them as fast as she could. Nila wanted to feel Leo inside of her, filling her up. Leo positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy and start rubbing against her, teasing her.
“How bad do you want it?” whispered Leo.
“So very badly, please give it to me!”
He grabbed his cock and started sliding his thick dick slowly into Nila’s tight pussy, her cunt wrapping so tightly around his cock, sliding deeper and deeper. Leo kept his eyes on her face fill up with ecstasy. Nila let out a moan as Leo slid deeper and deeper into her, wanting to feel all of him in her, her back arching.
Leo leaned down to kiss Nila as his entire cock was swallowed by her tight cunt, before he started thrusting in and out of her. Slowly at first, watching Nila’s face contort in pleasure, Leo thrust himself in and out, feeling his cock slick with Nila’s juices.
Nila’s hands ran up and down Leo’s back, her nails digging into his skin, as her pleasure built and built. Her pussy started to tighten, as the first wave of her orgasm began to build up inside her.
Faster and faster, Leo thrust into Nila’s pussy, his arms wrapped around her, holding her close. He felt her breath on his skin, as it came faster and faster, matching his thrusts. He felt his own orgasm approaching. His balls started to tighten, and he began to groan.
“Oh god, Leo…please…I’m gonna cum,” Nila panted.
“Oh yeah…cum for me girl.”
“Oh god! LEEEEEEEOOOOOOOO!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!”
Nila screamed out in orgasm, a wave of pleasure taking over her body, and a flood of her juices coated Leo’s cock, and that drove Leo over the edge. He groaned and pulled out, before cumming all over Nila’s breast.
Sweat and cum made Nila’s body glisten as she curled up next to Leo. As her eyes closed before passing out, she felt Leo kiss her forehead, and wrap his arms around her.
What a great way to celebrate a victory…
The End
A Tale of Two Lovers
Sarah sung out the last note of “Love Song” in the musical “A Tale of Two Lovers”, London’s newest west end musical. Benjamin sang his last note and the song ended; the show ended; Sarah’s fifth performance ended. Yet something was about to begin.
The cast walked forward and bowed, Sarah and Ben in the front as the leads, their cheeks rosy red with pride and make-up as the crowds stood up and cheered them endlessly.
Eventually, the noise died down, the curtain fell, and Sarah heaved a sigh of relief. “Ahhgh!” she fell forward as Sammy smacked her hard on the back in a gesture of congratulation.
“Well done! You were brilliant!” he said enthusiastically.
“Uh, cheers,” she spluttered back, trying to regain her breath. Sammy was a big man, very muscled but clumsy, adoring. One could not help liking him; he was like a mischievous child. His long, strong arms collected up huge piles of props, and Sarah watched as he lumbered offstage.
By that time, the rest of the cast had dispersed, the curtain was drawn up, and the audience had vanished.
Ben and Sarah were left sweeping the stage before being hustled off to remove their make - up and get a drink.
Ben took a sideways glance at Sarah. She was still wearing the long, maroon - coloured Victorian dress she wore for the play. Her long, black hair had been let loose from the confines of the intricate looping and twisting it was subjected to during the play, and now hung loosely down her back. The make-up she had to wear made her eyes look dark and mysterious, as if she had a secret to hide. Ben loved watching her walk, he movements were casual, languid, fluid. She walked with an elegant, easy grace that attracted him to her like a magnet. When she was close to him, he could feel the electricity sparking. However, he first fell in love with her voice. Clear when she sang, perfectly tuned, an instrument giving such simple pleasure yet delighted and riveted him. When she sang the final love duet with him, he fancied she was singing those heavenly words to him, they flowed through his body like water and he forgot the audience and sang to her alone, trying to make her understand he was singing out his heart. Yet he could not make her understand. She stared at him blankly, waiting for the next part where she would sing again to him, blind to the passion racing through his body. Sarah looked at him suddenly and he glanced away, quickly going red. She called softly to him,
“Ben, come here.” He walked wonderingly over to hear. She caught up his hand and said, “You were brilliant today. It really sounded like you meant every word you sang!”
He choked. What could he say? He HAD meant every word he sang, he had sung it for her. He realised she would never understand his feelings for her, and that made him sad. He looked down at their joined hands, feeling the sweat gather between them. Looking back up into her face, he whispered,
“I did.” He watched as her face changed expressions, surprise, confusion and then astonishment. He left her as her face softened, he did not want to hear her tell him she was flattered, did not want to hear she liked him but only as friends. He turned his back on her, lifted up his broom and walked offstage, leaving her standing there, her hand still lifted as if they were joined again.
*
Sarah watched as he walked away. She wanted to run after him, tell him that she felt the same, that she had wanted him from the very first moment she had heard him sing. His voice made the desire rise course through her like fire, she wanted him, needed him. Yet she was rooted to the spot, unable to move.
By the time he had disappeared, she had let her hand fall down to her waist. Looking down at herself, she realised she must look like a mess, swathed in a Victorian dress, make-up smothered all over her face, threatening to be smeared by the tears making their way out of her eyes. Sniffing, she looked around the place, checking that everything had been picked up. It had, there was nothing else to do. She sank to the ground, wishing she had said something in that moment, wishing he would look on her again as he had when he last sung to her. When they sang together, it was just him and her; she was oblivious to the audience. If only he felt that way, if only they could pour all their passion and desire into each other. Her make-up was beginning to stain her dress. She stood up, steadied herself and made her way swiftly to the changing room.
Once there, she stripped herself of her dress, stepping into the connecting bathroom. There she turned on the shower and stepped in, losing herself to the sensation of the water on her body. It was perfect, cool, and blissful. It cooled down her body, raised her nipples, and made her squeeze her eyes up in delight. She washed herself down slowly, enjoying the bubbles and the smell of the soap. She scrubbed away at the make-up, ran shampoo through her hair and stepped out, smelling like a summer dream. Pulling a towel round her, she reached for the door handle, and stopped. She heard someone in the room outside, someone was rooting through her things.
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Smash. Something had been dropped, or broken; she heard a man’s voice mumble “Damn.” It was Ben; she would recognize that voice anywhere. She debated what to do. If she went in there, what would happen? Would she again get the chance to tell him how she felt? On the other hand, would he run away, scared of rejection? She decided to risk it, reaching for the door handle, she turned in and pushed it in. Stepping through into the other room, she stared at Ben calmly, softly, sexily. *
She stood there before him, the towel wrapped round her, only just covering her breasts, too small to cover more than her upper thighs. She completely took Ben’s breath away. Her eyelashes blinked slowly at him, invitingly. He was mesmerized, he forgot why he’d come in here, forgot she would almost certainly BE in here.
“What are you doing?” she breathed, smiling slightly at him, turning her head to reveal a bare patch of smooth, white skin.
“I…,” he faltered, he could not remember, and when he did, he knew he could not possibly tell her that he would come in here to find something of hers, anything that smelt of her. He just wanted to have something to sniff, to remember the scent that made his sense whirl.
“I thought I left something in here,” he spluttered eventually. She smiled again, walking forward a few paces.
“Have you found it?” she asked. With that, she let the towel slip; it fell tantalizingly slowly down her damp body, until it reached the ground, curled round her feet. Ben breathed heavily, her body began to make him tremble with desire. Her breasts were smooth and round, not too large, but a good handful. Her waist was so slim; she had a perfect hourglass figure. Her thighs were smooth and round, a small patch of dark, fluffy hair between them, hiding what Ben wanted more than anything to bury himself in. He took a few paces forward, until they were within an arms distance of each other. He looked at her uncertainly, what did she want? Was she just teasing him, waiting for his reaction? Or did she feel as he did about her, did she want him?
Brushing all these questions aside, he took the final step forward, pressing his body against hers. She looked up into his eyes innocently, gently, but with a passion that blew Ben away. He slid one arm around her waist, pulling her closer, and she leaned up and pressed her lips against his.
*
Sarah felt her lips touch his, felt the spark that run between them, felt him open his lips to let her taste him. The feeling of his arm round her was sending darts through her body. She broke the kiss, took his hand and led him to the small bed that stood there for medical purposes. Turning back round, she pressed her slim body against his, her breasts pushing into her chest.
With a sudden movement from him, she found herself lying on the bed, his arms underneath her, and he was kissing her passionately. She felt her desire for him rise up until she gave a little moan, pulling at his shirt, trying to feel his skin against hers. He helped her, and she watched as he removed his shirt. She reached for his zipper, and undoing that, he pushed his trousers off him until he was clad only in boxers.
His hardness sprung forward, seven inches of pure pleasure. A sudden smile lit her face, and she kissed him again, pulling the boxers gently down away from his body.
Energetically, he kissed her, his mouth trailing little, gentle kisses down her neck and breasts, licking and sucking softly and then hard on her nipples. Whilst sucking on one he would squeeze the other, rolling the nipples around between his finger and thumb until she was bucking underneath him on the bed. He rose back up to kiss her on the mouth, moving his hand down her body until it came to rest between her legs. He moved his hand up and down between her lips. With every pass of her clitoris, she would moan and clasp him to her. He slid down her body, kissing his way from her mouth, down over her breasts, her stomach, her thighs until he was staring at her hot, wet pussy. She took his head in her hands, urging him forward, until his tongue touched her clit, making her jump with pleasure. He sucked it into his mouth, massing it with his tongue, inserting one finger into her pussy, searching for her G-spot. He found it and sucked harder on her clit. He pulled her lips upwards with his own lips, tickled them softly with his tongue, ran his tongue between them until she was moaning loudly and begging him to stop.
With a small smile, he rose up, plunging his cock into her hard, filling her up. She stared at him with pleasure and pain and he began to pump in and out of her. She rocked with his movements, curling her legs around his back, pulling him in even more. He bent his head and began to suck on her nipples, biting them softly. With a shudder, she began to come hard against his cock. He felt the contractions and that set him off. He began to come with her, convulsing against her body, pushing into her hard as if he never wanted to be parted. He took the bedcovers between his teeth and bit hard as he thrashed furiously about.
They lay together, sweat pooling between them as they kissed and cuddled, staring into each other’s eyes. Hardly daring to believe what had just happened, they were content to lay together, his head on her shoulder, his hand between her legs.
Within a few minutes, they fell asleep, into dreams of doing it all over again, and when Sarah woke up, the first thing she heard was,
“I love you.”
The End
Linda’s Fantasy
It was a few summers back when Linda’s fantasy had finally been fulfilled. This is her story.
Linda had just spent the week end in New York city for her boyfriend’s sisters’ wedding. It had been a long couple of days, but Rick (her boyfriend) and Jacque (Linda’s best friend) made the trip tolerable.
The three of them had about a four hour drive back to Massachusetts and decided to stop at the sex museum in NY on a whim. Although the museum is not quite what they had expected, it had brought a whole new insight to the history of sex.
After refueling the car, the three of them set off back to Massachusetts. Rick and Linda sat in the front while Jacque curled up in the back seat for a short nap.
It had been about an hour north on Interstate 84 when Linda was getting aroused. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn’t gotten any the last couple of days, or the attention she lacked from the wedding, or could it had been the sex museum? Anyway, Linda reached between Rick’s legs and began fondling his cock.
Rick too was very easily aroused. Within seconds of Linda’s touch, His cock ached to be relieved of his tight jeans.
Linda glanced to the back seat to see Jacque resting quietly, then unbuckled Rick’s jeans. Rick wasted no time in assisting Linda, helping her pull down his jeans to fully expose his rock hard cock. Linda kissed Rick softly on the lips as her right hand firmly grabbed his hot cock. Linda could feel the heat and constant throbbing as she squeezed even harder.
“Do you like that,” Linda whispered as she began to stroke the length of the shaft.
Rick moaned and tried to maintain as the traffic was still heavy. Linda was aware of the traffic around them. The truckers could look right down in the car and see everything that was going on. This seemed to turn her on even more. She had never been an exhibitionist, but the thought of putting on a show excited her.
She let go of Rick’s cock, leaving him totally exposed and began to touch herself. Linda smiled at Rick, then removed her bra from under her sun dress.
Linda then removed her moist panties slowly and rubbed them in Rick’s face. Rick ached for Linda right there, right now, but there were no exits, just traffic, lots of traffic.
“Want to see?” Linda asked softly as she began to unbutton the front of her dress.
She then slowly unbuttoned her dress fully and parted the material exposing her 38C breasts. She gently squeezed them together, Her nipples were now hard as she parted her legs showing off her beautifully shaved pussy.
Linda parted her labia and inserted her middle finger several times much to the enjoyment of herself, Rick, and the rider in the flat bed semi.
“Wanna taste?” Linda asked as she slowly ran her fingers all over Rick’s lips.
The smell of her pussy filled the car as Rick sucked the juices off her finger.
Rick touched Linda on the side of the face, then under the back of her long blond hair. “Suck my cock.”
He guided her down slowly until he felt the warmth of her mouth surrounding his throbbing member.
Linda sucked hard and took him deep down her throat. Rick had all he could do to maintain keeping the car between the lines. She teased the head of his cock with her tongue while she fingered herself with her right hand.
Rick forced her head down hard onto his cock as he felt himself starting to cum. “Oh shit, Ahhh, I’m gonna explode, fuck, ahhhhhhhhhhh…..”
Rick shook violently as Linda tried to swallow his gift to her.
As Rick tried again to breathe normally, and Linda raised her head, they were both aware that they had one more voyeur.,,,, Jacque from the back seat.
“I can’t believe you guys didn’t ask me to join you,” Jacque said as she reached between the seats to fondle Linda’s left breast.
Jacque leaned over the seat still touching Linda. “I think you should do me next.”
Linda was still in a little bit of shock of what was happening when Jacque gently kissed her on the lips.
Linda and Jacque were best friends since grade school. They had shared secrets and fantasies, but never had acted on them. Linda had always wondered what a woman was like, but her best friend? They had kissed once when they were teenagers, but that was a long time ago.
Jacque returned to the back seat and removed her T-shirt exposing her small but firm breasts. “Join me?”
Jacque continued to get undressed removing her jeans and panties. “Are you going to make me play with my self, all alone?” Jacque asked with her sad eyes and pouting lips.
Linda was so confused. She looked toward Rick looking for some kind of approval.
“if you’re not going to eat that pussy, I will.”
Linda slid over the seat as if she was on a mission. They embraced in each others arms kissing each other softly. Jacque finished removing Linda’s sun dress and began to suck on her left nipple.
Rick’s cock began to get hard again watching his girl friend and her best friend naked in the back seat making out. He had to get off this freeway, and soon.
Linda began to explore the softness of her best friend. To touch her breasts, the smoothness of her body next to hers as she felt Jacque’s hand between her legs, touching softly.
Linda reached and repositioned her body so that she would have access at Jacque’s wetness.
She found herself on top of Jacque in the sixty-nine position. Linda felt Jacque’s tongue exploring her outer lips, licking slowly, lapping up all her juices. Linda moaned softly and pulled Jacques Labia apart. Her labia were unusually large and very slippery. Jacque was very wet and the smell of her sweet perfume filled the air.
Rick had an epiphany, it read. “Rest area 3 miles.”
He watched the mirror more than the road, his hard cock still exposed and throbbing.
Jacque fingered Linda, one finger, than two, faster and faster while Linda sucked hard on Jacques labia.
Rick’s exit finally had arrived. It had seemed like an eternity. He bared to the right where the truckers usually park and stopped near the rest area exit.
Rick exited the drivers side while holding up his pants. He opened the passenger door side of the vehicle where Linda’s ass was above Jacque’s face.
Before Linda could react, Rick plunged his cock deep into Linda’s soaking wet pussy.
Linda screamed out, " Oh my gawd, Fuck!!"
Rick continued to ram his cock deep into her. “Eat her, eat that pussy!” Jacque licked Linda’s clit while Rick’s balls drug across her face. Linda buried her face into Jacque and sucked hard on her clit. Jacque continued to moan, gasping for breath as Linda cried out. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, Ohhhhhhh”
Rick pulled out of Linda and watched Jacque lick her clit. Rick parted Linda’s lips, then pulled out again.
“Oh fuck me,” Linda cried. “Fuck me!”
Rick plunged his cock back into her. " Ohhhhhhhhh."
Again and again, Rick took full long strokes, slowly pulling his cock out each time. Rick slapped Linda hard on the ass, “Make her cum.”
Linda plunged her fingers into Jacque over and over while rubbing her chin and licking her clit.
Jacque squirmed, her legs pushing against the window as Rick slowly inserted his cock into Linda.
He then rammed her hard over and over. Her legs began to clamp down on Jacque.
“Rick, stop, ohhh, stop,, Ri.. Ohhhhhh, I’m gonna squirt!! Ahhhhhhhhh.”
With one last thrust, Rick came inside of Linda as she exploded in a gushing orgasm. “Oh my God, Ohh my G.,,mmmmmmmm”
Linda collapsed on top of Jacque as Rick slid out of her soaked pussy. Rick looked down at Jacque, her face and hair covered with Linda’s massive orgasm.
After a couple minutes of getting their composer, Rick pulled up his pants and started to look around.
He had parked near the rest area exit, but evidently not that far from the dog walking area.
Linda and Jacque got dressed without a word to each other and the three of them walked to the bathrooms.
The rest of the trip to Massachusetts was very quiet. Linda and Jacque both napped, exhausted from what had just transpired.
The years have gone by now, Rick and Linda are no longer together. Jacque moved away, and Linda?
Linda still masturbates to this day remembering her fulfilled fantasy.
The End
Hell of a Ride
You came home after a long day at work a little tired, but looking forward to tonight. Our son was at his grandmothers and I had told you that I had something special planned. There was a cold glass of your favorite blackberry wine on the counter with a note reading, “slip into something sexy and meet me in the office. You kick off your shoes, as you taste the wine, enjoying the coolness of it in your mouth.
By the time you’re finished changing into that low cut shirt you like (because it shows off your tits) and that skirt that I love (because you never wear panties with them), the wine is gone and you’re filling the glass for a second time. You think to yourself, “I’m not letting a little stress ruin tonight, and Daniel’s driving….so filler up.”
When you step into the office, you can tell I’m up to something by that “Cat that ate the Canary” smile on my face.
“Damn..you look your trying to drive the guys crazy tonight,” I say as I look you up and down. My eyes pause for a moment on your skirt..I know that if you’re wearing that skirt, you’re not wearing any panties either. “I might not let you out of the house tonight…”
You reply, “What? Don’t feel like a little competition tonight?”
I chuckle a little. “Maybe I should say, ‘You might not make it out of the house tonight.’”
You sit the bottle of wine down on the desk and finish all but the last swallow in your glass. “You promised me some fun tonight….so let’s go.”
I know if you have the bottle, that’s not your first glass “How about this..” Handing you a few sheets of paper…you glance down and realize what it is after only a few lines. A story about one of your favorite topics. Now you are grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
“Sounds like a good way to start the evening….” The flip of your skirt as you turn around to head into the bed room tells me that you’re starting to hit the “fun” stage. You quickly come back in, reclaim your bottle and head back into the bedroom.
A few minutes later you come back in the office…buzzing and horny.
“Now I’m not so sure I want to leave the house.” You say as you lean over my shoulder pretending to try and see what I’m working on. In reality, you just want to press your tits up against me, knowing that drives me crazy.
I push the “sleep” button on the computer and shut it down. As I stand up, you put your arms around me and kiss me deeply.
I return the kiss for a moment, then pull away. “Do you trust me?”
The puzzled look on your face says it all.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yeesss”…lots of hesitation.
“Completely?” Just to confirm.
“Yess…”
“Then put this on…” I hand you your sleep mask.
“Why?” you ask.
“I thought you trusted me…”
You’re still a little hesitant, but you do as I ask. “Now what?” Intentionally trying to make yourself look a little silly.
“Now you sit down on the bed, drink your wine, and wait for me to come back.”
A few moments pass and you hear someone sit down in the computer chair…“just wait…” My voice.
A moment later something brushes your cheek. You didn’t hear me get up, but someone is brushing your cheek. And that’s not my cologne. The touch is different too.
“Daniel?”
I reply…“Have fun…”
The hands lift you into a standing position gently, and begin to kiss your neck as I take the wine glass from you. His hands slide around you, gently caressing your back. For a moment you’re not sure what to do. Then the whisper…“Your husband tells me you have a fantasy you’ve kept to yourself until recently….”
“Yes..” you whisper.
His hands find your breast, and start to tease your nipples through your shirt. Between his touch and his kiss, you are definitely starting to react to him. The story you just read jump started the process. Between your desire for the fantasy, the story, the wine, and the fact that your husband is obviously okay with this, you feel only fleeting reservations.”
“And what fantasy is that?” he ask.
That voice..Now you know who this is. Its Jason…one of Daniel’s clients. You’ve only met once, but he definitely made an impression. You had admitted later that night that you thought he was really hot. With his defined arms and “leading man” looks, who could blame you.
“I want to…..I want him to….” His hands are now under your shirt caressing your back and sides. “I want him to watch while I…” the moment of truth…that word…
He fills it in for you…“while you fuck….”
“While I fuck another guy….”
He leans against you, his cock pressing against you. Without thinking your hand goes to his dick, squeezing it.
He unbuttons your shirt, and slides it off your shoulders. Your heart hasn’t fluttered like this since the first time you and I made love. Another man is undressing you while your husband watches. He kisses you deeply as he reaches around to release your bra, as you unbutton his shirt and push it off.
As your skin touches his for the first time, you give into your lust. It’s like being a teenager again (only this time you know what you’re doing). The feeling of his mouth on your breast brings you back to reality. Your back arches as he sucks your nipple into his mouth…your hand instinctively going to the back of his head to pull him against you harder.
“god that feels good….” You moan. Your pussy is so wet, it’s literally going to start dripping. He changes from one breast to the other.
You hear my voice again…“she likes for it to hurt a little.”
You gasp as he sucks your nipple in hard. “oh yeah!”
He pulls away and kisses you deeply again as he slides your skirt off. You’re very aware that all you are wearing is your black high heels, and your husband is watching as another man seduces you….successfully. The more you think about it the hotter it makes you.
“Daniel..” He asks. “You said she really likes to suck dick…didn’t you?”
Before I can reply, your hand goes to his belt, the button, then the zipper.
“Hell yeah she does…Damn good at it too.”
You start to reach into his pants to wrap your hand around his cock, but he stops you… “In your mouth the first time you touch it…” as he gently pushes you to your knees.
You hear him step out of his pants and boxers…(must not have been wearing his socks and shoes…) and say “Open up…”
You do as you’re told, and feel him slide his cock in your mouth. From where I am sitting, I can tell it’s a bit of a stretch for you to get your mouth around it, but you suck it all in and start to bob your head back and forth.
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You hear me say..“god that’s hot…I love watching you suck his dick.”
His hand goes to the back of your head as he rocks his hips to the rhythm you have set. “Jesus she’s good…”
You pull away just long enough to catch your breath, run your tongue up the shaft, around the head, and hungrily suck him back in.
Click….It takes you a minute to realize what the noise was. The digital camera. Then you hear me…“Just something to remember the moment…”
“That should be an interesting picture.” You think to yourself, but only briefly…a guy you’ve only met once is fucking your mouth…and you’re loving every minute of it.
He reluctantly pulls you off him and pushes you onto the bed. “I have to taste that pussy…Daniel says you taste amazing.”
You don’t have to be told twice…you scramble back to the edge of the bed and spread your legs eagerly…wanting him to eat your pussy… Wanting me to watch him eat your pussy…
He isn’t slow or gentle…you feel his tongue slide up your pussy and across your clit, lapping it up.
“Tell Daniel you want him to watch me eat your pussy…” I’ve obviously told him you like to be told what to do.
Without waiting for you to do as you’re told, he wraps his arms around your legs and buries his face in your pussy.
“Daniel….” Panting…“Watch him…watch him eat my pussy.” …….“oh….god” you growl. “god, he’s eating me.”
Now a whisper. “put your fingers in me…”
Click…another picture.
Every time you get close to cumming, he backs off and brings you down…then back up. His tongue sliding across your clit…you can’t help it…You back arches, and your head tosses from side to side. “Holy shit…” You growl. Your firm breast, and hard nipples rock as you grind your pussy into his mouth.
He pulls away..“tell your husband you want him to watch as you 69 me.”
Your panting, but you don’t hesitate…“Daniel…watch me fuck…I mean 69 him….”
A moment later, he is laying on his back and you are on your knees straddling his face. You are both groaning together, devouring each other. His tongue is working magic on your pussy, occasionally pushing his tongue deep inside you. You squeal softly as you suck his cock.
Click….You hear me move…click…then again…click.
I ask, already knowing the answer. “do you like the way he eats pussy?”
You can hardly pull away from his cock long enough…“god yes….oh…GODYES…”
For a moment you forget about his cock that your suppose to be sucking as you grind your pussy into his mouth.
You hear me ask…“do you want him to fuck you while I watch?”
“oh my god yes….”
“then tell him….”
“fuck me….” You pant…
He pulls away for just a moment…
“Fuck me…what?”
“Fuck me..please….fuck my pussy while my husband watches.”
He pushes you off of him..“Actually, you’re going to ride me while he and I watch.”
Still on his back he pulls you to him.
You straddle him, gripping his cock again…realizing how big it is. You can feel the tip of his dick at the lips of your pussy.
“Kim..he is ’tested and tied’…take him all at once…” You know that “tested and tied” means he has been clipped, and tested for STD’s…so you don’t have to worry about the consequences.
With that, you ease down onto him…enjoying the feeling of his cock spreading your lips… burying his cock in your pussy to the hilt. You gasp as he fills your pussy..He isn’t much longer that I am, but feels a lot thicker. You put your hands on his chest and start to slide up and down on his shaft. You haven’t been this wet in a long time. Slowly at first, adjusting to his size…then faster. His hips meet your rhythm, and before long the two of you are lost in the moment. You can feel your pussy stretching and relaxing as he pumps in and out of you…And the angle is perfect for your clit to grind against him.
“Oh my god….yeeesss….fuck me….” He picks up the speed and meets your thrust perfectly.
“Do you like…….groan…….. fucking me…..while Daniel watches?”
“yeeesss” is all you can manage.
The minutes roll by as the two of you fuck each other with abandon. You don’t say my name, but I know you’re talking to me."…he’s fucking me…he’s fucking my pussy."
He rolls over on top of you in one smooth motion, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him. With the motion of the bed, he is really able to pound you soaking wet pussy … you can feel his balls slap against you with each thrust. Your back arches, and you start to moan and squeal as you feel your orgasm start to build. “yes…yes..thats it…oh god..”
Then its his turn..“oh my god…..” he moans. “Daniel, I’m going to cum in your wife’s pussy…”
“Good…fill her pussy up…Kim do you want him to cum in you?” I reply.
“GOD YES!” As your orgasm his hard, your back arches…“I’m cumming…oh, god… I’m cumming…”
That’s all it takes to push him over the edge. He slams his dick into you as your pussy spasms around him. Your pussy grips his cock, holding on, as your orgasms wash over the both of you with surprising force. Then…the ecstasy that comes with the flush of sexual hormones just after an amazing orgasm. As he pulls out, you flex your pussy just to tease him.
He whispers in your ear..“Hell of a ride…” and is gone.
As he leaves the room, I slide up next to you. “Have fun?” You can hear the grin on my face.
All you can do is chuckle and nod.
“Good…Tomorrow night Cindy is coming over…its my turn.”
The End
One last long story for tonight . Enjoy !!!
Panty Girl
Chapter 1: The Beginning
My girlfriends call me the “Panty Girl.” We all get together once a month at a great restaurant or at one of our homes for drinks, light appetizers to talk about sex. It’s always about sex. We once made a stupid, unsuccessful pact that at our next dinner party, we wouldn’t talk about sex of any kind. It was the most boring 15 minutes of our lives and we soon found ourselves blabbing away about boob jobs, wax jobs, hand jobs, blow jobs, rim jobs, foot jobs as well as other sexual things that didn’t have the word ‘job’ in it.
I’m the oldest of the bunch. At first I hated that fact, but now I’m not only the go to sex expert but it appears I’m the one with the happiest marriage. That fact alone has significance to the ladies in our group. They are always asking me for my secret. I have a couple of them that I’m always willing to share. And since my darling hubby and I have been so adventurous, it seems like I also have some of the naughtiest sex tales – another thing the girls love. So, being the oldest isn’t so bad.
Years ago I evaluated my marriage and came to a couple of conclusions. The first thing I realized was that I wanted my husband to worship me. So, I took matters in my own hands and gave him lots to think about. I tried several things like little strip teases or I’d tuck steamy, naughty notes into his suit pockets for him to discover while at the office. But the one that worked the best for him and me was my soon to be my famous panty trick. Overall, my efforts seem to really work. Not a day goes by that my dear hubby doesn’t comment on my lovely breasts, ass or body in general. While I don’t have a body fit for Playboy or the Victoria’s Secret catalog, I feel confident knowing that I really do turn him on. And all in all, that’s the only thing that’s important to me.
It was years ago that I told the girls of my panty play and how I liked to remove them in the presence of my husband at the most unpredictable times and at the most unpredictable places. I frequently had a new story and one of our traditions was for me to tell my latest twist on my panty trick. So, I guess “Panty Girl” is a pretty good name for me.
A week after I told the girls about my tryst in the restaurant with the panties and Fettuccini Alfredo, you’ll hear about that in a minute, one of our own decided to try her own version of the panty trick. Her story was hilarious! It was late spring, she and her husband were out of town for a long holiday weekend. They found themselves alone on an elevator at a four star hotel headed down to get their car from the valet when she found the courage to strip out of her panties right then and there.
It started out perfectly. She caught her husband’s attention with a casual, offhand comment, “It’s a little too warm for panties don’t you think?”
Her husband was startled, “Huh, too hot for panties? Are you kidding? What are they wool?”
“No, they’re satin,” she sighed as she reached up under her dress and tugged her panties downward letting them slide down to her ankles.
“What the hell are you doing?” Her husband’s mouth dropped open in surprise.
Undaunted, she kept going. Unfortunately as she was stepping out of them, one of her heels caught on the string part of her G-string and she tripped. Her husband tried to catch her but she was too far gone and splayed across the floor, her dress flew up revealing her bare ass. At that exact moment, the car stopped, the bell ‘dinged’ and the door opened.
Her husband told her later that a nice looking family of four was standing in front of the open door staring in. She was laying face down on the floor and immediately covered her head with her arms. She couldn’t actually see the family but she clearly heard the sound of a startled middle-aged man’s voice, “Oh my god!” followed by a small girl’s voice saying, “Mommy, why is that lady lying on the floor?” Then trailed by a small boy’s voice, “And why doesn’t she have any underwear on?” The last voice was an older female voice, obviously the mother, “Um, we’ll catch the next one.” The door closed.
“Um honey,” Her husband was shocked, “What just happened here?”
Her moment of seductive, public sex play totally backfired. She was mortified at the time but now looks back on it and laughs with the rest of us. The bad news is that she has yet to try it again, but she insists that she will.
The only reason she hasn’t been labeled “Butt Girl” is that one of our other girlfriends has that label sewn up for completely different reasons. Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll tell you how she got that name another time.
This particular night, we were all at a downtown cocktail and martini bar that was currently the hip place to be on a Saturday night. We were gathered around a table next to the bar, trying our best to not only act like but talk like our Sex in the City heroines while our husbands were out doing their thing.
Somehow, we got talking about the “Great Panty Elevator Disaster” and had a good laugh. Then someone piped up and said that since I was the “Panty Girl”, I should once again show them how it was done. With the alcohol of two martinis lowering my inhibitions, I was easily persuaded. Casually, I slid my hands under my dress and gave the thong a small tug, the lacy panties slid down my legs and dropped to my ankles. I stepped out of them then expertly hooked my three-inch heel on the panty and lifted my leg cross-wise, plucked the thong off the pointy spike and inconspicuously stuffed them into my clutch as I lowered my foot back to the floor. With a wink, I was done. It all happened in one smooth, fluid motion and if you weren’t paying attention, you’d never know what I’d just done. It was they tenth time they’d seen the trick but it never seemed to get old.
My girlfriends were sincerely impressed and gave me a small applause. I must admit that after close to a decade of flirtatious sex play with my husband, I had gotten incredibly stealthy at discreet public panty removal. Oh and the wink was always, always the finishing touch.
But that was only half the secret. The other half of my secret was to stroke my man’s sexual ego as often as you stroke his body parts. If you don’t know what I mean, pay attention to the things I tell you and you’ll soon have your man wrapped around your finger so tightly he’ll never stray.
So if practice really does make perfect, then all I can tell you is start practicing now, because as far as I’m concerned, panties do the trick.
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