How I Earned My A
It wasn’t all that difficult. I did my homework. Well, no. I did not read the text and take notes and all that crap. That is for squares. The homework I did was getting info about the prof who taught the course. Any fool can read and take notes and study. It takes real skill to find a man’s weakness and to exploit it.
Professor Robert Littlejohn was middle aged and looked OK on the TV monitor in class. Yeah. A fucking TV monitor. That’s what we watched, all 2500 of us slobs in Intro to Social Science. He had student assistants in each classroom that handed out tests and made sure we did not do our nails or read a newspaper in class.
I was bored, bored, bored and on the way to failing this idiot class when I decided to do something about it, like get off my ass and find out this guy’s weaknesses and use them to my advantage.
I did some snooping and found out he was married, had three kids, all girls, lived in a house he probably paid too much for, and was on the short list to make tenure this year.
I got his phone number from the faculty directory and made my first call to his house a few weeks before finals, which I knew I was going to fail. My goal was to find out how he and his wife got along. If they were lovey dovey I was going to have to alter that and if they were not, well, so much for the better; less work for me and a faster path to my goal, an A in this stupid class.
“Hi. Is Professor Littlejohn there?” I asked sweetly when a woman answered the phone. I got my first clue about their relationship when the receiver was banged down so hard it hurt my ear.
“It’s for you, lover. One of your sweet young things wants to talk with you.”
My confidence went up 100 percent when I heard this. When Littlejohn came on the phone I asked him something stupid just to get him to talk. I kept asking him questions about the class, making sure we stayed on the line a good fifteen minutes.
I called again a couple of nights later and went through the same routine. I wish I had been a fly on the wall that night after we hung up.
I called again the next night and told him I was sorry if I was causing him any problems with his wife but that I was really concerned about my grade in his class. I made an appointment to see him the next afternoon.
I dressed carefully for my appointment; shortest skirt I owned, peasant blouse-you know the kind that are off the shoulder and scooped out in front. When I leaned forward to check myself in the morror my tits almost fell out. Of course I did not wear a bra.
My pussy was juicing when I knocked on his office door. I slid inside his office and closed the door behind me, pushing in the little knob that locked the door. I swiveled my way to the chair by his desk when he told me to sit down.
I crossed my legs slowly when I sat down, giving him a good look up my thighs to my panties; a pair of black bikinis that barely covered my puss. I felt I had him when his eyes followed my legs as if they were on a string. Tits and ass will get to a man every time had been my motto ever since I found out that men liked what I had.
I leaned forward, letting my blouse gap open, my tongue sliding along my red lips making them shine. “I’m worried about my grade,” I told him, a soulful look on my face and a catch in my voice.
Littlejohn didn’t know whether to stare at my tits, exposed almost to my nipples, or my thighs, open wide enough to keep my bikini panties in view or my mouth, all soft and round and moist.
He hrumpted a couple of times and looked up my grades after getting my student number. His hands were shaking as he ran a finger down the printout-yeah, a computer printout listing students by number not name. That’s how much the university thought of us; numbers, tuition paying numbers.
He groaned when he saw the string of Ds and Fs by my student number. I thought he was going to cry when he told me it was going to be difficult to pass with these grades.
I leaned forward and put a hand on his knee. I swear there were tears in my eyes and I had the most earnest look I could create on my face when I told him I just had to pass to keep my scholarship and that my parents would just kill me if I failed.
His cock was tenting his pants and I knew I had him when he did not push my hand away. He just stared at my tits and crotch as I slid my hand up his thigh until I had it pressed to his hard cock.
He licked his lips as he stared at me and some vestige of ethical crap flickered over his face as he looked at my face, telling me I just needed to study.
I squeezed his cock and stood up, spinning his chair around as I did. I pushed my panties down and off and unzipped his fly and had his cock out before he knew what was happening. Well. He knew what was happening. His eyes were on my tits and crotch the whole time.
I straddled his lap and grabbed his cock and rubbed it along my wet slit, wetting it enough so I could feed it into my hot pussy. I put my mouth on his when he opened it to make some sort of last stand and that ended his resistance.
His cock, not the smallest I have had but no monster, slid inside me and I put my pussy to work. If there is one thing I know it is how to use the muscles in my vagina that God gave women.
I slid my tongue into his mouth and put his hands on my tits as I settled down on his cock. He sort of sighed and massaged my tits as I tongue fucked his mouth and lifted and lowered my body, fucking his hard meat slowly, letting my pussy squeeze and massage his cock.
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He shot off in a couple of minutes. I knew he would and was not disappointed that I had not made it but used my talent to get him hard again. I pulled my mouth off his and kissed and licked an ear, whispering into his ear, letting my warm breath heat him up.
“That was nice, but now we are going to have a nice long fuck. Suck on my tits while I fuck you and I’ll make it too.”
He was like a little boy in a candy store. I mean, he went after my tits hard. He sucked and licked them until I thought he was going to suck them off me. My tits are not all that big, 34C, but they are nicely shaped with nice nipples to match. I tell you he worked them over.
I held had my hand behind his head holding his mouth to me in case he decided he wanted to say something stupid and put a finger on my clit and masturbated myself as I fucked him.
This was a very satisfying fuck. I love to have my tits sucked and licked and Littlejohn did a great job. When he shot off this time I was right behind him. Man. It felt good. Not only was I getting a grade, I was also getting off. I liked this so much I used my puss to get him hard again and we fucked for the third time.
I was ready for more but I could not coax another hardon from him. I just told him to suck my tits while I played with myself until I got off again. I think he was surprised at what I was doing. I don’t know how he and his wife get it on but he sure didn’t seem to know shit about how to satisfy a woman.
I got off his lap and wiped my puss with some tissues and started to put on my panties. When I saw the way he looked at them I gave them to him as a souvenir.
I kissed him and asked if I was going to pass his course and he nodded, “I can manage to get you passed, Sonia, barely.”
Hey. That was good enough for me.
But I said in the title I got an A, so you know there is more to the story. A week before the finals my phone rang. It was Littlejohn. He asked if I wanted to improve my grade and you know what I told him. I was staying with my sis in an apartment off campus and I told Littlejohn to come over that afternoon. Sis worked and would be gone until five. I figured that would give me time to get an A out of Littlejohn.
He showed up at one on the dot. I came to the door wearing a robe whose material was so thin it was as if I wasn’t wearing anything, a pair of panties, and that was it. I figured there was no sense wasting time getting undressed when we both knew why he was there.
It made my puss pulse the way he looked at me, sort of hungry like, his eyes darting from my crotch to my tits, which, I must say were nice looking, standing out firm and fresh high on my chest, my nipples hard as stones.
I gave him a big kiss, letting my body rub all over his and then led him into my bedroom. I sat on the bed while he pulled off his clothes, enjoying the way he kept his eyes on my tits and crotch. It makes a girl feel good to see a man appreciate her assets.
His cock was dripping precum and was standing up hard and flat against his tummy. I just knew we were going to have a good time. I asked him if he liked having my panties around and he almost drooled when he said yes.
“Did you masturbate with them?” I asked him, letting my hand run up my thighs t my crotch.
He nodded and I asked him what he was thinking when he did. His face turned red and this intrigued me. “Were you thinking naughty thoughts when you jacked off with my panties?”
He nodded and his eyes were now glued to my crotch. I pushed my panties off and fingered my puss and asked him what naughty thoughts he had.
My puss creamed when he told me he had thought of getting his mouth on my puss. I gave him a come hither look and opened my legs, scooting back on the bed. “I’m ready. I like the way you think, “I told him.
And he was ready. Man. Did it ever feel good when he kneeled down between my legs. He took his time like he had been thinking about this a long time.
He kissed and licked my thighs, his hands playing with my tittles. I felt my pussy pulsing when he kissed and licked me at the crease that separated my pussy from my thighs. God it felt good.
He kissed my pussy lips and then sucked them into his mouth, letting his tongue lick up and down them all the while he was sucking on them. I’ve had my pussy eaten, but this really turned me on. Most men do it a little just to make a woman feel good. Littlejohn went after my pussy as if he was eating a gourmet meal.
I closed my eyes and just let the good feelings roll over my body. He shoved his tongue between my lips and as far into my puss as he could get it. I put my hand behind his head and held his mouth there, fucking at his face as I did. It felt so good to push my puss against his mouth and feel him respond the way he did.
I can feel it now, the way he shoved his head between my thighs, his tongue hammering at my pussy like his life depended on it. I put a finger on my clit and rubbed it as he fucked my pussy with his tongue and soon I was creaming.
I mean. It was heaven. I think that orgasm filled my entire body and when he sucked my cream out of my puss and swallowed it I felt like a million. Awesome. Truly awesome was how it felt to have him there between my thighs sucking and licking at my pussy making sure he got every last drop of my cum.
When he finished cleaning me good he ran his tongue between my lips and found my clit. Oh. I tell you, he worked it over. His tongue went up and down and round and round my hard clit until I was read to cream again. And I did and he cleaned me up again.
I figured this was the end of the preliminaries and he was going to get his hard rod into me now but he didn’t. I felt my whole body shiver when he put his mouth around my clit and began to suck on it. It and out past his lips went my clit until I was again soaring.
It felt so good. I clamped my thighs against his cheeks and held his mouth to my pussy with my hands behind his head. My whole body was shaking and jerking from the climax. When I finished jerking around my thighs flopped open. I scratched his head with my fingernails and told him he was the best lover a woman could ever want.
I rubbed a thigh along his cheek and he turned his head and kissed it, letting his hands wander over my body. He kissed my thigh all over and then began to kiss it neared my pussy. I couldn’t believe it was going to happen again but it did. He kissed my puss and licked it and started to suck on my clit again.
God. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. That wonderful man stayed there for an hour before he finally pulled himself up and fucked me and I mean fucked. He rammed his cock into me as if his life depended on it, telling me all the while how much he loved eating my pussy and how he had wanted to do it ever since I left his office and that he wanted to keep on doing it after today.
I rubbed my clit while he fucked me and managed to cum right after him. Like in his office, I used my talent to get him up two more times. He collapsed on me after the third fuck and just lay there.
Tensing and releasing my muscles every time I got off had worn me out also and I suggested we have a shower and clean up. We washed each other and rinsed off. After we toweled ourselves off I took his hand and led him back into my bedroom. I lay down and pulled him down next to me, thinking we might take a nap.
But he had other ideas. His hands were all over me. I never had a lover who wanted to touch me so much and they were nice touches, not grabby, but soft and gentle and loving. Then he kissed my neck and ears and I knew where he was going next.
He started at my neck and worked his way down, not missing an inch of me from my neck to my thighs. He really turned me on when he kept kissing me lower and lower, down my thighs, my legs until he had his mouth on my feet, kissing and licking them and sucking on my toes.
It felt weird, but exciting. My pussy was throbbing and juicing as he worked he way back up to my puss. I put a leg around his head, my ankle pulling his mouth to my pussy, my hands caressing his hair and scalp. I sort of cooed to him how nice he made me feel and how wonderful it was to have him love my pussy.
And I meant it. Really. He couldn’t get enough and I was happy to let him have his feast. And feast he did. I didn’t realize how long he had been getting me off until I heard the front door open and my sis’s voice calling out asking if I was home.
I jumped out of bed and locked the door and told Littlejohn he better get some clothes on. I dressed as fast as I could, nice conservative jeans and shirt while he pulled on his clothes. I unlocked the door quietly and we went out to meet sis.
She gave Littlejohn a funny look when I introduced them and told her he was there helping me with an assignment. Well. It was true. Only not the kind of assignment sis had in mind.
I got my A and had a wonderful lover for the four years I was at the university. Littlejohn was the best lover I ever had and I have had more than my share. I’m married now but go back to the university every year for a class reunion and yes, Littlejohn and I get it on every year.
The End
Salma’s First
I am sure you have read about my experience with my mom when she visited my house (when my wife was pregnant). This is the next episode which happened in our village home, where my mom used to stay.
Last winter I had a phone call from my village telling me that my mom had fallen sick and was admitted to the hospital. Salma, the girl, who used to assist my mom for about four years, was very reliable and compassionate to our family said that I need not have to worry and she will let me know the developments every day, if needed.'
I was relieved a bit, but tried to complete the job I am in as soon as possible and take a leave, so that I can go to my mom.
Mom used to stay in our village home to look after our ancestral property and rarely visited us in the city.
Regularly Salma called me over phone informing that mother is stable, but could not move from her bed, but doctor said she will be OK soon.
After fourth week, I got my job completed and asked for three days leave, which was granted and I drove my car to our village home.
When I reached I found that mom is still not strong enough to move and Salma have to support her to toilet.
Salma said, ‘One thing is bothering her. She is restless almost all the times and not having much sleep, which was needed greatly at this time.’
I asked, ‘Did you enquired about this?’
She said, ‘Yes, but she didn’t say anything to me. Perhaps, she could speak to you.’
Saying so she smiled meaningfully. I remembered that this girl saw me fucking my mom in my city house a few months back.
I thought this should be dealt immediately. In the afternoon, I went to mom’s room and found her reading newspaper, lying in her bed. I came near her and kissed her forehead and she smiled.
‘Its so reassuring to see you, dear. You look refreshed.’
I smiled and touched her cheek with my hand and asked, ‘How do you feel?’
She replied, ‘I am OK. Tell me about you. Did you get your dick looked after?’
I blushed and asked, ‘What’s about you?’
‘Well, something sometimes bothers me.’
I asked, ‘What’s it?’
‘Oh, nothing particular, you know, I am a bit weak now.’
I insisted, ‘Tell me. You have nothing to hide with me, after that experience in my house.’
Now its time for her to blush. She hesitated.
‘Well, I . . . couldn’t . . . shave . . . down there . . . for over two months and you know how one feels with a big bush in this hot weather.’
I laughed. ‘OK’, I said, ‘Now I am here, it can be dealt with in no time. Don’t you worry.’ and left her room.
When I came to my room, it came to my mind that today is Saturday and tomorrow is holiday and I have to go back to city on Saturday morning. So how could I find shaving kit here in this calm village?
I went to Salma’s room and knocked. Salma is now about twenty years of age, but looked much younger. She is thin, but well-shaped, especially her tits were full-grown. Even when she was in our city house with my mom, I saw her very sexy.
‘Come in.’ She answered.
I entered and found her before the dressing table combing her hair. Long end of her sari is lying on her lap and not on her shoulder, where it should be and I could see her full-grown big round right breast, from where I am standing. Both of her hands are raised on her hairs so she had her breast raised also. Oh, what a sight! My heart started to ache with passion and my dick started to grow.
When Salma saw me from the glass she turned showing full view of her front. Both of her boobs are now before my eyes. Suddenly she became aware of her body and quickly took up the rest of her sari and placed it on her body hiding her boobs.
I cleared my throat to avoid embarrassment and asked her, ‘Do you know what is disturbing my mom?’
Salma shook her head, ‘No.’
I said, ‘You could have looked into this matter, if you knew. Well, do you have . eh . . sort of . . . hair . . . removing creams?’
She was surprised at first, ‘Wha . . '
I became bold, ‘Well, you sure clean your hairs down there, regularly.’ I winked at her pussy.
She is a dark-coloured girl and when the meaning of my wink came to her knowledge, she became beet-red and remained stupefied for a few moments, and then she lowered her head and nodded rapidly.
‘Do you shave or clean with cream?’ I asked again more as matter-of-fact way.
She quickly stood up on her legs. The end-part of her sari again fell down. Without taking it up she walked towards me, passed me and went to other side of the room to a closet, opened it and took out a tube— obviously, of a hair-removing cream. Then she walked towards me and handed it to me. During this whole action, she had her sari displaced from her front exposing her well-grown tits almost exposed, except there was the barrier of the blouse, she wore. She didn’t have bra inside. so I could see her nipples are pushing up the fabric shouting out their presence.
When she stood just in front of me her tits are only twelve inches away from me and I could see the nipples are protruding, they are noe almost hard and looked like two large grapes. Even I could see the dark brown colour through her blouse. I had to resist myself strongly the temptation of touching and squeezing those butter-moulds.
I said, ‘You have to help me in my work.’
She looked at me at my eyes straight for couple of seconds. May be she could see me standing with my glistening penis dangling and my naked mom lying with her legs parted. Then she nodded with a weird smile on her face.
I came back to my mom’s room. Samla followed me almost as a shadow.
I said, ‘Mom, we will take care of your problem.’
Mom looked at me and then shifted her eyes to Salma who was behind me, raised her brow and then smiled, ‘OK, son, as you like.’
I asked Salma to undress my mom so that her pussy is exposed.
Salma slowly closed near my mom and started to remove her sari from her ankle, her knee, thigh area and gradually mom’s pussy came into me view. Oh, what a mess. She has the Sunderbans forest down there. If I hade half of that jungle under me I should have ran on the streets shouting. Slama looked at my face shyly.
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I said, ‘Stretch her legs as far as you can.’
She obliged. I came closer and squeezing the tube took out ample cream on my fingers and started to apply all over her pussy area. When I am finished in covering all the area, I asked Salma to fold mom’s legs higher so that her knee touches her chin.
Salma did the job; I applied more cream in the ass-hole area. All the times mom remained silent.
Salma meekly said, ‘You have to wait about ten minutes.’
I said, ‘OK, then. Could you do mom another favour?
Salma looked at my face and nodded.
I said, ‘We can help mom have some pleasure. Undo the buttons of the blouse and expose her boobs.’
Salma looked at me questioningly, I said, ‘Do it as I say."
As she performed the job smoothly, I said with a tone of professionalism, ‘Take one of the nipple and the boob and start kneading. She will feel better.’
Salma again looked at my face and then without saying anything she took one of her boob into her hand started to knead slowly.
By that time I took some disposable tissue and started to clean the entire pubic area of my mom soaking the tissue with water from time to time. Eventually the entire area became very clean and smooth.
I became happy and said, ‘See Salma, it has become so kissably clean.’
Salma looked at that and nodded agreeing me. Mom said, ‘Could you do some of your mouth massaging there, Son?’
Salma turned aback at mom’s comment. I just laughed and lowered my mouth and kissed mom’s pussy and slowly parted its lips with my tongue and started to eat it. Salma stopped kneading my mom’s book and stared at my work on mom’s pussy.
Within minutes mom started to moan and at one time asked Salma, ‘Make him undressed Salma, so that I can see his dick.’
Salma became dumbfounded, but came closer to me and with her trembling fingers unbuttoned my trousers and with much difficulty took out my trousers out of my ass, past my thighs and rest of my legs.
I had only the boxer left. She hesitated.
Mom spoke out urgently, ‘Come on Salma, There’s only three of us here and I know you’ve seen him naked before?’
With reddened face Salma came closer to me and unbuttoned by boxer and started to pull it down with much difficulty, because by that time my phallus has turned huge, thick and long.
Next moment I am standing stark naked in front of Salma and my mom, while Salma’s eyes became glued at my red, hard, fat and pulsating flesh.
Salma became wide-eyed, because though she saw my soft and glistening penis dangling between my legs, but she hadn’t saw it hard and fat.
Mom said, ‘Hold it with your fingers and massage it.’
Salma hesitated a little, but mom said, ‘Come on Salma, do it.’
I took one of her hand and pulled it to my hard cock.
For the next several minute her hand explored my cock and balls. She felt my shaft from top to bottom. Before long her hand was stroking up and down my mighty shaft. It was so incredible experience that I couldn’t resist longer and shot my load all over her body, spoiling her sari.
She looked up with anger. But at the same time mom started to laugh at Salma’s experience. I also laughed and said, ‘Don’t get angry. It was so sudden, that I couldn’t let you know. In return I will eat your pussy, if you want to.
Salma looked at my face and started to speak, ‘Wha. . .’
Mom interfered, ‘Come on Salma, It’s nice to see you with his muck on your face. I have never seen any woman fucked, but you saw me. Why don’t you show me? He is no stranger to you.’
I took the queue and stretched my hand and touched her boob. Oh, how firm and at the same time soft it is! She hesitated a bit, tried to move away from me, but as my firm grip groped around one of her tit, she just moved but before she started to move I pulled her towards me and kissed her fluffy lips and at the same time started to suck both of it. She showed some resistance, but I felt it was only due to her uneasiness and inexprience, because this was the first time she is touched by a man.
I thrust my tongue into her mouth and pushed through her teeth. Her mouth became soft and my tongue entered her mouth easily. My tongue touched her tongue and suddenly she started to suck my tongue hungrily.
Then I started to undress her- one by one- first the sari, then the blouse and finally the petticoat. Now she is naked, except a flimsy panty. Then I lowered my head and as I kissed her right boob, she cried out, ‘Oh, God.’
My lips encircled her right nipple, sucking it in slowly before my tongue started dancing over the swollen mass. My lips and tongue tortured her nipples with their lusty embrace.
Then she felt my hand slide deep between her thighs and opened them further to explore.
I could hear her laboured breathing and soft moans. With my tongue hungrily lapping at her nipple, and my fingers slowly running up and down her pussy, which seemed to become as wet as the rain-cover landscape.
My hand moved and was instantly caressing where no one had ever touched before. She moaned out at my touch. Her heart seemed to be beating in her throat.
My lips left her breasts and worked their way down. She could only moan.
My prick was, by now, back to its full size and in need of a tight, warm hole. I made her lie down beside my mom and put myself in an upright position in between her legs and made these bend right back to her head. I rubbed the length of my swollen shaft along the outside of her pussy. Her fists slammed down on the side of the bed as she tried to cope with the sensations coursing through her body for the first time.
Then I forced my knob into her tight snatch. She whimpered as the pain engulfed her as for the first time a hard, fat, meat is stretching her love-hole apart.
Man, was she really tight! I moved my dick in and out slowly. I felt like it was in a vice and I knew I couldn’t take too much of this.
“AHH!” she screamed into my mouth.
“You okay?” I asked.
“It hurts,” she moaned back, then added to my words from the conflict that raged deep in me. “But it feels good.”
“The worst is over,” I replied, kissing her lips as I withdrew my cock and slid it deep into her again.
I was now slowly sliding in and out of her. Then my thrusting became more rampant and she kept on moaning. Then suddenly she hugged me strongly and whispered, ‘Oh, I’m coming.’
I went on fucking her. She was now feeling nothing but pleasure as my thrusting increased. She squirmed underneath me as I thumped into her with all of my strength, moving faster all the time, like a piston. I let go of her ankles and she wrapped her legs around my back and her hands came up to my face. Then she came for the second time. This time it was more intense than the first and she screamed in ecstasy. I was close to cumming and jets of spunk shot out of the end of my tool inside Salma’s warm, wet pussy with my cum. I squeezed out the last drops and collapsed next to her.
After about fifteen minutes, she looked up at me and said coyly: ‘I hope you’ll be coming to see us a bit more often in future.’
I was sure I would.
The End
Fun Brazilians
I was finally getting out of this college town. After 5 years in a rural city I was ready to leave. It was 2 weeks before Christmas and I was looking forward to some quite time at home with the family before heading off to medical school. My best friend and partner in crime, Jon, and I had just finished loading what was almost the last of the stuff in my apartment into the back of my grandfathers pickup. I closed the back up, made sure the top was laid down correctly, and locked securely.
“Time for a drink buddy,” I said as I pulled the truck around to the front of the apartment complex.
“Yes, indeed.,” he replied, with his thick British accent.
We walked down the hill towards our favorite watering hole, The Tavern just as the sun was setting. The night before the owner and his wife had thrown me a huge going away party and it seemed that everyone in town had made it through to say goodbye (another fantastic story). I had graduated from the University the previous year and had been working and applying to medical schools since. I had heard 2 months earlier that I had been accepted and was extremely excited at the prospect of leaving, and extremely sad to leave the friends that I had made.
“Hey, Zip, can I get a couple of MoJo’s please?” I asked the owner as we passed through the back door of the bar and sat down.
Two hours and several more beers later put Jon and I in a good mood, feeling much better after all the heavy moving we had done earlier. We decided to head downtown to Drunkards Corner to meet up with some old friends for another goodbye party and reminisce over the “Glory Days”. Jon’s car was at his parents house so we took my grandfather’s truck.
Liza, Janet, and Richard met us at the front door and we grabbed a booth in the corner. Tuesday night was $1.50 local beer night and we horsed around and made noise for the next couple of hours. The more personal goodbye ended after the first hour as friends made their way to and fro, talking and laughing.
At 2am the bar closed and we were all thrown to the curb. Liza had met up with an ex-boyfriend and he invited us all over to his place across the street. Not wanting to go home I stumbled myself across the parking lot laughing and thoroughly enjoying my last night in town. As I glanced around to check out the entourage of people walking down the cobblestone pathway that lead the way to this guy’s apartment and I noticed two girls that I had seen earlier in the bar. One was about 5'8, blonde, 125 pound, beauty queen with breasts that filled a full B cup bra quite nicely. Her toned body was a golden brown color and the jeans she was wearing fit her perfectly with an U shaped curve that followed up her leg, across her pelvis and back down the other leg. The other was a shorter, 5'3" brunette woman of about 23. She wasn’t as beautiful as her friend but she made up for it with a set of breasts that looked to be 36D that I swore to myself must be fake since she weighed all of 100 pounds soaking wet. Her sweater was modest, but had a button neckline with two buttons undone that just showed the top of her breasts. I recognized the blonde from around town but I had never met her, and I didn’t recognize the brunette. I made a mental note to introduce myself shortly.
We arrived at this guy/s pad and settled in, talking and laughing. The ex-boyfriend offered me a hash pipe and I happily enjoyed a pull or two or seven. Afterwards I saw the brunette standing by herself in the corner and went to introduce myself.
“Hi, how are you this fine evening darling?” I asked with a bit of a British accent I had picked up from my friend.
“Good, how are you?” she replied with a thick Latin accent.
“I’m doing fantastic, where are you from?” I asked.
“I am here visiting my neighbor and we are from Brazil,” the beautiful sutras replied.
“Ah, do you speak Spanish?” I asked, as I was 2 weeks short of leaving for Mexico.
She replied yes, and I did the best I could with my terrible (at the time) Spanish and English to communicate with this vixen.
After an hour, I had learned that she was visiting her friend who was doing a foreign exchange program to learn English. I also learned that her name was Jazel and that she had a boyfriend with whom she had been dating for the past couple of years and wasn’t too terribly thrilled about returning to visit. We chatted about several non-important topic over the hour, in English and Spanish , after which her sexy blonde friend came over and informed her that it was time to go.
“Where did you lovely ladies park?” I inquired, “I would be more than willing to walk you to your car.”
“How sweet of you,” Jazel said, “We are just around the corner.”
Jazel’s friend, the blonde, whose name was Yesinia spoke to Jazel in Portuguese, which I did not understand and turned to me and thanked me with a kiss on my cheek for offering to walk them to their car.
“Please, it’s no problem at all.” I replied.
So I escorted two of the most beautiful women that I had ever had the opportunity to met, let alone perform some random act of kindness to, out the door. Outside, I decided it was best to remain silent as the two women talked in Portuguese. About halfway back towards the parking lot, Liza’s ex-boyfriend came screaming out of the apartment.
“Mother f’er, give me back my goddamn pipe,” he demanded.
“Wow, dude, I was walking these ladies to their car and I was going to be right back,” I replied.
“You’re not welcome back Mo-Fo, so beat it,” he said.
Without a witty reply at hand, I handed him the pipe that I had mistakenly placed in my pocket and followed after the two sexy Brazilian women.
“Well ladies,” I said, “looks like I am going home as well.”
“Why don’t we go with you to your place then?” the tall sultry blonde, Yesenia, asked.
We were standing in the parking lot at this point, with in eyesight of my grandfather’s truck. I was completely taken aback by this comment. Are these two beautiful Brazilian women really inviting themselves back to my place?, I asked myself.
“Where did you ladies park, and I will go with you back to my place,” I replied. “I’m not able to drive at the moment.” Which was partly true since I had been drinking all afternoon, and partly a lie since I still didn’t believe that they would actually follow me home.
As I climbed into their car, which was remarkably close to the truck, I was still clueless to that which was about to unfold but began running through the possibilities and was getting excited.
“Where do you live?” asked Jazel, whom was driving.
I guided them back to my barren apartment and as we passed through the front door it became increasing obvious that I was either just moving in or just moving out. This did not seem to phase either of the two women as they inquired whether I had anything to drink, and for a place to sit. As my apartment was completely empty, minus my king size mattress (without a frame or a box spring) and a large mirror resting upon the wall behind it, I replied,
“Well, the bedroom has my bed, and I’ve got,” as I scrambled through the kitchen and fridge, “two beers and half a bottle of Merlot.”
“Perfect,” Yesenia replied as she grabbed a beer and handed the bottle of wine to Jazel. “She needs this more than I do.”
All thoughts of the friends that I had left at the party dissipated as they both grabbed a hold of my arms and literally dragged me into the bedroom. “I must be dreaming,” I thought to myself, “There is no way that this is happening,” As for the past 20 minutes the thoughts I had in the car had turned even more dirty and I was fully erect at this time. My seven inch cock was throbbing against my leg as I was being led towards my bedroom.
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“Ladies, you are going to have to excuse me, as I need to use the bathroom.” I said, trying to stall.
“Me first,” was the simultaneous reply from the girls.
Instead of waiting for the girls to finish, I used the sliding glass door that we had used only hours ago to load the truck up and urinated outside on the bush that was perfectly placed for this purpose. I was cleaning up the kitchen after washing my hands in the kitchen sink, still in disbelief of my good fortune, as the girls tumbled out of the bathroom. They had obviously been doing more than just “using’ the bathroom. Jazel’s sweater was missing the other two buttons and her larger, beautiful breasts were displaying a large amount of cleavage and seemed to glisten in the light from the bathroom. Yesenia hadn’t bothered to put her jeans back on and her beautiful bronzed legs seemed to glow. She noticed me staring at her legs and performed a twirl for me to get a better view. As she turned around, her butt came slowly into view. The very first thing I noticed was that her tanned legs never seemed end. At the top was a nice plum shaped ass that was also tanned. A barely noticeable pink thong snaked it’s down and disappeared into the U-shaped curve that I was excited to see was not just a product of the jeans. As it seemed to take forever for her to turn around, she completed her turn in what seemed to be only a micro-second and I was left at the entrance to the kitchen slack jawed and speechless.
“Come with us,” demanded Yesenia and motioned with a finger as she walked into the bedroom.
Happy to oblige, I followed the girls into the bedroom. Being slightly unsure as how to proceed, I sat on the corner of the bed and waited for that which was to proceed.
Yesesnia, whom it appeared was the stimulating factor behind this adventure, said, “Big boy, this is your lucky night. You will have the both of us. You are not permitted to tell anyone about this.” To which I quickly interjected, “I leave tomorrow, never to return.” “Good,” was her reply. “Now listen. Jazel told me that you are really sweet and since she’s having problems with her boyfriend she has agreed to my plan. You can use the both of us however you please, but we will not suck your dick.”
Saying this, the blonde turned to her well busted brunette friend and began to slowly undress her. I stared on as Jazel’s bra-cladded breasts came into view with a jiggle. As she continued to undress her, and while Jazel was returning the favor, I decided that it was best to sit back and enjoy the show as it unfolded. I leaned back into the mattress as the two goddesses undressed each other in front of me.
When they were both clad only in thongs they began gently caressing each others bodies and kissing passionately. Yesenia, whom it quickly became apparent was the more agressive, and horny, of the two rather roughly pushed Jazel back onto the mattress. Jazel landed with a humph and began to turn to turn her body seductively towards me while starring back at me. Yesenia had other ideas. She quickly removed her thong and I briefly saw that she was completely shaved and looked like a bronzed angel with her long flowing blonde hair. She quickly climbed up Jazel’s body and presented her pussy to Jazel’s face, saying something in Portuguese. I figured it must have been something around, “Eat me, now!” as Jazel turned her mouth up and began licking her best friend and neighbor’s pussy in earnest. Yesenia grabbed her smaller breasts in both hands and began moaning loudly.
At this point I decided that my participation would be appreciated. I kicked off my shoes, pants, and shirt and crossed the bed to Jazel. I placed myself to her left and watched as she licked and sucked Yesenia’s clitoris. I scooted down the bed a bit and placed my head squarely between Jazel’s two large breasts. Glancing upwards I saw Yesenia’s ass rotating above me. I reached up and grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands. Giving her a light squeeze and a quick smack I turned and kissed Jazel’s breasts lightly as I ran my hands up and down her sides. I traced a large circle around her breasts with kisses slowly encircling her nipples. As I finally reached her nipples Yesenia’s moans became louder and with a crescendo she orgasmed. I switched to Jazel’s other nipple, lightly biting and nibbling her silver dollar sized brown nipple. Yesenia rolled off Jazel’s face and worked herself down Jazel’s prone body licking a line down her body. As she passed by my head she grabbed me by my ear and dragged my mouth to hers and we shared an erotic kiss. When she got to Jazel’s still thong covered pussy she pulled off her underwear to reveal that Jazel was also completely shaved. Jazel said something in Portuguese and Yesenia giggled. I asked what was said and Jazel told me that only Yesenia knows how to eat her pussy.
Hearing that, I was now hornier beyond belief, dieing of desire to put my cock to work, I lined myself up with Yesenia’s upturned ass and plunged myself into her dripping wet, warm, tight pussy. As I drove forward to shove the last couple inches of my cock into her pussy, she lifted her face away from Jazel’s pussy and began talking dirty in Portuguese. I remained still as she started to rotate her hips and began impaling herself on me. A few moments later her golden brown body began to shake and her words turned into load moans as she orgasmed for the second time of the night. She returned to eating Jazel’s pussy with a new found vigor and as I slowly began sawing my cock in and out of Yesenia’s tight pussy, Jazel began thrashing around on the mattress. She grabbed Yeseni’a head and with a loud scream orgasmed as well.
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Yesenia disengaged herself from my cock, climbed up Jazel’s body and began kissing her passionately, both of their mouths glistening from the dim light from the bathroom. I shortly follow suit. As I arrived at Yesenia’s still upturned ass, I decided to see what “however I please” meant. As Jazel held Yesenia’s ass open for me, I slowly and as gently as possible, worked my way into her tight asshole. As the head of my cock passed her sphincter, Yesenia let out a loud sigh, followed by more Portuguese. Allowing her time to adjust, I remained still, enjoying the sights and sounds of the girls making out and talking dirty below me. Several seconds later she pushed herself back against me and my cock worked it’s way into her ass a couple more inches. Her next attempt sunk my cock into her ass completely.
I fucked her ass for several minutes. Completely enamored with the feeling of fucking her tight ass, I relished it, starting slowly, then working up to a faster and faster rhythm. Jazel worked her way down between our legs and began licking, sucking and fingering Yesenia’s pussy. As Yesenia’s orgasm build she became more vocal and even louder. As she began to cum, her profanity became screams. Her ass clamped itself down on my cock in a vice-like grip. My own orgasm, which had been building slowly, quickly spun out of control, and with a roar I emptied my semen into her spasming ass.
Yesenia collapsed on the bed, and I rolled off to the left to avoid Jazel, who was working her way up and around Yesenia’s collapsed body. I got up to use the bathroom and wash off and when I returned I saw that Jazel had pulled Yesenia’s hips up and off the mattress and began to eat her best friends ass, licking up all my cum that came dripping out. Watching the two girls in a line both on all fours, one eating her friend’s ass and the other talking dirty in Portuguese, was enough to revive even the most exhausted of little soldiers and, standing in the doorway, I was hard again in record time.
I laid down on the mattress and grabbed Jazel’s arm. I pulled her over to me and placed her tiny frame on top of my cock. She moaned loudly as I entered her and began gyrating her hips and fucking herself with my cock. I reached up and pinched her nipples roughly and began squeezing her large, meaty breasts, which I found to be quite real. I became extremely excited after this revelation and while grabbing her tits I used my forearms to lift her up and began fucking her hard and fast from below. After several minutes of such punishment, her moans rose in volume to screams and she came with a look of sheer joy spread on her face, all thoughts of her boyfriend and their troubles vanished. With one swift movement I lifted her off of my cock, turned her around and placed her ass in my face. I lapped at her pussy, enjoying the sweet nectar that flowed freely after her orgasm. With her facing towards my cock, she leaned forward and I began rimming her ass hole with my tongue and working her clitorris with the first two fingers of my right hand.
Apparently not one to let a hard cock go to waste, Yesenia climbed onto me and lowered herself onto me. Jazel whom was leaning forward began sucking on Yesenia’s tinier, firmer breasts as Yesenia used her hips as pistons and fucked herself up and down on me. When I had nicely lubed up Jazels ass with my tongue I moved her hips back and began tonguing her clittoris as I reached around her and slowly began working fingers into and out of her ass.
With Jazel’s ass sufficiently loosened I got out from underneath the two beautiful Brazilian women and placed Jazel’s tiny frame on her back. I lifter her legs up and as I slowly began working my cock into her ass, Yesenia straddled her best friends face with her back to me. She leaned forward and Jazel began eating her pussy. I reached forward and began fondling both of the two women. Sounds of sex emanated from my apartment (not that my neighbors were suprised). Several minutes later Yesenia sat straight up and with a loud moan orgasmed on Jazel’s face. As Yesenia rolled off and appeared to pass out, Jazel began masturbating herself roughly talking dirtily in Portuguese. Her orgasm hit her a few minutes later and as she began screaming I shoved my cock as far as it could go into her ass and let loose another torrent of cum.
I rolled over and quickly after a short recount of that which had happened I fell asleep in between the two already sleeping angels. When I awoke in the morning they were gone, with a note on the kitchen counter thanking me for a wonderful night, signed neatly by the two ladies.
The End
Spicy in Mouth and Mind
I started shaving my pussy about a year ago. The first time I shaved I gave myself razor rash so terribly that my white cotton Jockies looked like red spotted bikini bottoms. They rubbed and rode and stuck as my wounds dried. It was decidedly un-sexy, and I regretted it; but as I healed, I noticed that I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Everything felt different between my legs and directly above them. I discovered the feel of my silky underwear sliding around under my pants and my cotton underwear snugly gripping and holding my lips together. But by far my greatest discovery was going out in a dress or skirt without underwear. I did this mostly on short excursions, such as to the grocery store or video store, and I was nearly obsessed with thinking about it. I would plan scenarios and hatch elaborate plans. Mostly I fantasized about being out with my husband and positioning my skirt so that he would notice. I imagined him tenting his pants and blushing. In my mind it would be just wonderful. I adored the idea of making him lose control.
I thought a restaurant would be the perfect place. I’m not sure if he thought it was odd that I suddenly wanted to eat out all the time, but he went along with my requests. I took great pains to prepare: a sexy dark dress with tight lines, high backless heels, my hair in a loose bun with a few pieces cascading my neck, and my underwear in my purse (just in case, I told myself).
The first time we ended up at Chevy’s Mexican Restaurant – not exactly my idea of romantic – I was determined to make the best of it. We sat on tall stool chairs in the bar area and it was very crowded, a Friday night. The stool’s seat was wooden so that I could smash around on my lips through the thin material of my dress when I sifted my hips from side to side. It felt amazing when I shifted positions, crossing and uncrossing my legs. I wondered if my pleasure was obvious. I tried to sit still and feel the look on my face. Reality check. Nothing seemed out of place. I even managed to order a margarita, a Grande, while making eye contact with the waiter.
After a few sips I straightened one of my legs, placing my foot close to the floor and tipping my toes downward, swiveling at my ankle, enjoying the sensation of my shoe slowly loosing its grip on my skin as gravity overtook it, slipping it off. I sat completely passive enjoying the feeling of the control gravity had on me, gently and familiarly snatching away what had been on my body. It was so normal, so unnoticed, so sensual at this moment when I was longing to be touched and acted upon. The wooden support of the stool felt organic against my bare foot as I bent my knee and balanced the ball of my foot against it, my weight flattening and pushing my sole against the roundness. I lazily shifted my ankle, moving my foot from side to side, which slightly moved my leg, which slightly shifted my position on the seat, which mashed my pussy lips around as I drank my Grande, rubbing my fingers around the salt on the rim and licking it off. I fantasized that my husband could read me.
I was getting wet on the material of my dress and I wondered if I would soak through to the wood. My skirt was certainly sticking to me and blotting my moistness. A flash of worry hit me about being noticed later, but I decided I would dismiss it from my mind, and I did. I let myself focus on how good I felt, and I picked up my bare foot, straightened my leg, and tried to subtly trace against my husband’s calf. I wanted him to know my secret, and I smiled. He asked me what I was being so goofy about. “Me?” I replied innocently.
“You.” he asserted across the table and smiled back.
“I have a little secret,” I confessed. “And you have to guess.”
“Wow – I have no idea. I couldn’t even imagine what you’re thinking. I only hope it’s something that involves me.”
“Of course it involves you, silly. It’s a secret just for you to find, and it’s right in front of you.”
“Oh, something new about you?” he speculated.
“Yep, something new about me!” I confirmed.
“And it’s only for me to find? I like the sound of that. I have a feeling I’m going to get lucky tonight when I find it.” He then threw his hands back, slicking his hair, which always made me smile.
My margarita gone, I was feeling flirty and very electric. My mind flashed on making out with him over the table and I wished we were just home. I so badly wanted to just throw myself at him, but I held myself back, feeling a delicious ache pulse in my pussy hole, knowing I would have to wait, but eventually I would be satisfied. I reasoned that the anticipation was part of the fun, and I knew it was true.
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I decided I would lean across the table and indicate I wanted to be kissed. He went in for a peck and I surprised him completely. He drew his breath and parted his lips, my tongue flicking his. It only took him a moment to react as I kissed him as deeply. Our tongues mingled familiarly, and he laughed. “Well, your tongue isn’t pierced.” He observed.
Then I laughed, “I hadn’t even thought about that. You’re right! I didn’t pierce my tongue.”
“Did you pierce something?” he inquired.
“Nope, no piercing.” I stated. “It’s something under . . . .”
I didn’t finish my sentence because I saw the waiter returning, and I motioned for two more margaritas. When the waiter walked away, I finished quietly, “something under the table.”
“OOOO, I am getting lucky tonight! It could be clothes. I’m not sure if I’ve seen that dress before, but I’m going to go out on a limb: I hope it’s sexy under things.”
“Well, you could say it’s a sexy under thing, I suppose. It definitely feels sexy, and it is under me.”
“Whooo. Now I have my own little surprise for you under the table.”
I smiled, loving the idea of arousing him, but as I drew my foot up with the intention of placing it between his legs, he started and I drew back. Immediately I noticed the waiter approaching behind me. We thanked him for our drinks and ordered dinner.
I listened to the background noise and savored being in my own little world of pleasure while sipping my margarita. It was nice just to tease and enjoy my husband’s company. I again worked my foot up between his legs, but this time he was expecting me, and his eyes told me so. I looked directly back as I rubbed around, not searching long before I located his “surprise.” Our stools were fairly high and my move was very obvious. I thought for certain he would caution me to tame it down, but he actually seemed to be egging me on. I pushed forward and felt a flush of excitement. Exactly how far should I go? Wouldn’t he stop me?
Out of the corner of my eye, I became aware of a couple a bit to my right seated behind my husband. I was certain they had noticed us and were watching. With my leg lifted, I wondered just how much they could see. They seemed very interested. Suddenly I wanted them to know my secret too. I couldn’t believe how wet I was. Shifting just slightly gave me so much pleasure that I seriously wondered if I could possibly have an orgasm while in a restaurant.
I first looked at the guy and he smiled; then I looked at the blonde girl he was with, and she winked dramatically before getting up and motioning toward the bathroom. I froze. It was one thing to flirt across the room, but would I actually follow her to the bathroom? I knew my husband wouldn’t mind if I messed around with a girl, especially if I shared. My margarita buzz concluded that a simple trip to the bathroom was no big deal. I pulled my leg back seductively and copied the wink the girl had given me, directing it at my hubby. He looked confused as I eyed the sexy blonde standing a few tables over. Her breasts looked amazing. He didn’t say anything as I walked toward her, and she began for the restroom with me a few paces behind. I knew he would get it, and I took one last glance over my shoulder to be certain. Yep, I assumed he understood based on the flabbergasted look on his face. It was not the look of a man about to patiently wait for his wife to return from the restroom.
The girl I was following had straight, long blonde hair she had curled on the bottom. It bounced along in rhythm with her ass, which was barely covered by a stretchy black mini skirt. It cupped her perfectly, and I felt as if I had followed her for quite some time before finally arriving at the restroom. I had grown to appreciate her greatly in that time and couldn’t wait to actually interact with her. Her ass had been such a nice focus.
She glanced back at me as she opened the door, and I was intrigued by the animation in her face. I could tell that she understood pleasure and wanted to indulge. She wanted me to look at her and let her know how much she was turning me on. She wanted me to know how much I was turning her on. I could do nothing but follow. I dwelt on the aftermath of the swing of the door behind us, a puff of air physically on my skin and in my ears while I held my breath and hoped for privacy. My buzz focused me.
She spun around and faced me. I looked directly down her shirt as I avoided her eyes. I was a little overpowered by her gaze, but when I looked down her shirt and saw her rounded flesh pushing together, I couldn’t stop myself. I knew I could touch her. She wanted me to. I wanted to. I did. I put my hands right into the scoop of her neck and cupped her breasts in my hands, drawing my fingers together and centering my tips on her nipples, giving them a tug. She paused, allowing me to enjoy her first, and as soon as my touch left her nipples, she flung up my skirt.
“I told my husband I was still hungry after dinner and wanted to eat your pussy too.” She stated rather flatly, addressing my pussy directly with her finger tips drumming on her lips. “Be a good girl and give me a quick bite.”
I could feel myself dripping thickly with the thought of her eating my pussy, and I straddled her expectantly as she ducked under me, dropping abruptly to her ass and looking up. I hovered over her upturned face, and lowered onto her wiggling tongue. I could feel her licking my juices and slurping hungrily at my labia. She popped it in and out. She sucked in and pushed out as I wiggled deliciously with my right hand on the top of my thigh and my left hand on the top of her head encouraging her. She played me expertly and just the thought of what I was doing made me build quickly to delectable spasms she nurtured with flicks of her tongue and pressure from her chin. She lingered until I was quite done and she looked up with a smirk.
I straightened and gave her my most satisfied grin, offered my hand and helped her up. I was mentally grabbing for words that just wouldn’t form when she then pressed her mouth to mine briefly but deeply. I could taste myself mixed with her. She then backed up, smiled largely, and waved before she walked out with an almost feline air of detachment. What an insane tease! She had utterly taken me.
Dazed and really feeling my buzz, I wiped up, washed my hands and attempted to remaster my thoughts. I was both disappointed and happy that she had said nothing, for whereas I would have adored an opportunity to interact with her further, the idea of no strings whatsoever really turned me on. I thought of all the moonstruck noises cats made at night when taken with their passion. Did they ever mate twice?
When I left the bathroom and returned to my seat, she and her dinner date had gone. I faced the wonder of my husband.
He leaned across the table and whispered, “She kissed me and asked, ‘Do you recognize this?’ Before I could assure her I had never seen her before, much less kissed her, she walked away, and I realized what she meant.”
It took me a full five minutes to convince him not to abandon our dinners right then and there. I really had worked up an appetite, and even the food tasted sensuous. Besides, I had not finished teasing him, so I filled him in very slowly by spinning the enticing words now willingly tumbling into my mind and voluntarily embellishing just a tad for a truly spicy meal in mouth and mind. He never did remember to ask what was “new” about me, so I decided I will simply have to initiate that game again.
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
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