Just as I was beginning to think you weren’t going to call the delivery boy
arrived. What incredibly beautiful yellow roses! And the card was special,
too. It merely said, “I Don’t believe in Accidents. Please meet me in the
same place at 5:15. TM.” My heart pounded, and the smile on my face was
described by a co-worker as bordering on obscene.

Dave did everything he could to turn her on. He had drinks at his place
ready before she left. she sat out on the lawn at the pavilion, drinking
wine. He put his arm around her, and at every opportunity Dave touched her,
stroked her, patted her, massaged her.

He spent a good ten minutes rubbing her forearms when she talked about
typing much of the morning. He spent longer on her back, and the kiss at the
end had seemed so natural.

The three that followed were more forceful. She didn’t protest when his
hand began rubbing her breast … she rather liked it.

On the way home his hand was under her dress as he drove, teasing her
pubic mound so that by the time she reached his apartment you were wet and as
horny as she could remember being. He took her on the rug in his living room,
and then later in his big bed.

For Alice, things had gotten out of hand … and she loved it.

Dave had continued to maintain possession of either her breast or her sex
the whole drive home. When they had entered the house he had begun kissing
her in earnest as he undressed her. His tongue had explored her in ways she
had always refused to her lover, Mark. Dave had simply been insistent. He
had tongued her mouth–deeply. He had gone all over her neck, licking her
ears.

Not even sure what he had just done, he slowly removed his
fingers from her cunt and gently rubbed around on her pussy. His
thoughts were on other things he had read, wondering what he was
supposed to do next. There was one thing that he thought she
might like, that he dearly wanted to do for her, but had no idea
at all how to start. “Just try, I guess,” he thought and he
slowly lowered his face to her pussy. It took her a few moments
to realize what he was going to do, being totally unprepared for
it since she knew that he had never been with a woman before.
The fragrance of her cunt was overwhelming and he knew that
he just had to taste her. He caressed her cunt lips with the tip
of his tongue, driving her mad with desire. Pushing his tongue
into her cunt, he tried again to find her clit. Just as with his
hand earlier, he didn’t know whether he did or not. She knew.
He did. She went off again, pushing her cunt up against his face
as he tongue fucked her for all he was worth. God, he hoped he
was doing this right!

Wild busty hooker in stockings takes two cocks in this 3some;

PART ONE

The time, six months ago. The scene, the local YMCA.

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

I could tell that the instructor was watching me,
waiting for me to collapse — or perhaps trying to figure out
what I was doing in her class. It wasn’t an advanced aerobics
class, but it was more than what a beginner like me should have
been in. I signed up knowing only that I needed some structured
exercise — no one told me what I was getting into, or, more
probably, I wasn’t paying attention. Now, I was too proud to
admit that I was in a little over my head. Yes, the instructor,
a rather nicely put together brunette who appeared to be about 19
or 20, was definitely looking at me.

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

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

“You’re John, aren’t you?” she asked.

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

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

Raunchy big-boobed blonde screwed by an ebony dude on a sofa;;;;

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

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

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

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

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

If you’ll recall, I said at the top that I was 40. An
18 year marriage collapsed under me a year earlier. My fault –
I never dealt with my father’s alcoholism and its effects on me.
Denial was a way of life. I became more and more unrelatable to
my wife and my two kids. Alcohol is only one escape from life.
There are many others. Food was one of mine. My divorce was a
real wake up call. I nearly lost my job and everything else in
my life without dealing with my problems, but when I lost my
family, well, that was something that really got to me.

I got into therapy and began to deal with all the
things going on inside my head. But I still wasn’t into
relationships. Too many wounds, many self inflicted, had left my
heart encased in some pretty tough scar tissue. That’s why I
hesitated a little before saying yes to Lisa’s invitation.

“Sure. Sounds great. I’ll meet you in the lobby in 15
minutes.”

Cut to a Perkins. Any Perkins. They all look pretty
much the same. A freshly showered couple sits in a booth at the
back of the resturant. Small talk ensues.

“You said you knew why I took your class,” I said, by
way of transition to the real reason we were here, “What did you
mean by that?”

“You’re trying to prove something to yourself. Recover
your lost manhood. Go back to the time when you were young and
in shape. You felt better then. You want to recapture that.”

“I’ve lost my manhood, eh? What makes you think so?”

“I know who you are. My sister took a college course
from you once, which may explain why you said I look familiar to
you, though you couldn’t place me. I know a little bit about
what’s been going on in your life. Your divorce, for instance.”

“I’d be careful with that if I were you. It’s still a
touchy subject for me.” I gave her a moment to digest that. “So
I want to recapture my youth. I didn’t think 40 was all that
old, compared let’s say, to 80. Let’s assume for the moment that
you are right. So what.”

“It’s the wrong reason for you to be in the class. You
don’t belong in this group anyway – - I checked at the desk and
they put you in this class by mistake – - you should be doing
lower impact aerobics until you work yourself back into some sort
of shape.”

“So, what would you consider a good reason for me to
take your class?”

“Because you want to sleep with the instructor.”

She said it with a straight face. I’m sure my chin
dropped all the way to my chest before I recovered my composure.
I started to laugh, thinking that she was joking, and was cut off
in mid gufaw by the serious look on her face.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I’m not. There’s only one way you’re going to get
through this class, John, and I’m telling you what it is. You’re
going to have to believe that when it’s all over, there’s going
to be a reward.”

“I’m a little confused.” Wow, what a master of
understatement.

She smiled. I’m sure that I was red as a beet. I was
embarassed and very close to getting angry with her. If this was
some sort of elaborate tease, it was a cruel one for sure.

“That’s true enough. Most men are. Tell me, how long
has it been since you felt attractive?”

Well. That certainly caught me by surprise. To be
honest, I don’t know if I’ve ever felt attractive. Not
physically anyway. Growing up I had some real conflicting needs
- – the need for attention, yet wanting to blend in to the
background. I wanted people to be close to, but I wouldn’t let
them in. That’s probably why my marriage failed – - my wife could
never get inside of my head because I wouldn’t let her. Some
sort of trust thing. Well, anyway, I had to come up with some
sort of answer….

“A while.” Wow, another pithy comment.

“I thought so. Did you know that when you were my
sister’s teacher in college that she had the hots for you
something fierce?”

“No way!” I remember my ex-wife warning me about all
the coeds who would get the hots for me and try to ‘make the
grade’ so to speak. I used to laugh, point at myself, and say,
“Yeah, right. Just look at me, Joe Stud.”

“She did. She used to tell me about it all the time.
The only reasons she didn’t hit on you then were that you were
married at the time and she knew what kind of negative effect
teacher-student relationships can have on faculty members. But
she used to tell me her fantasies, and believe me, she was hot
for you. By the way, if you ever tell her I told you this, I’ll
kill you.”

“That’s incredible. But what’s the point?”

“The point, John, is that you are trying to make
yourself physically appealing because that’s what you think all
women want. And the reason you think that way is that that’s
what men look for in a woman. Admit it. If I were 40 pounds
overweight you and I would not be having this conversation would
we?”

“If you were 40 pounds overweight, you wouldn’t be an
aerobics instructor, either, but yes, I guess you’re right. So?”

“Some women are turned on by a man’s personality,
believe it or not, and can even overlook some pretty major
physical flaws. Ever wonder why Christie Brinkley married Billy
Joel?”

“So, are you trying to tell me that I turn you on,
somehow, right now even though I look more like Dom Deluise than
Burt Reynolds?”

“Not quite. But my sister and I are a lot alike. I
think that if I spent some time with you, I could become very
attracted to you. One thing you should realize is that a lot of
those blow dried body building types are so stuck on themselves
that they make lousy lovers. Other kinds of guys, more like you,
are more attentive to their partner’s needs and can actually be
more satisfying sexually.”

I was flattered to say the least. My self esteem was
growing by leaps and bounds. But I was waiting for the other
shoe to drop. No, sir. This wasn’t going to be happening the
way it looked. No beautiful female like the one sitting across
the table was going to get the hots for me all of a sudden. And
even if she did, I was sure that it would be a short
relationship, particularly when she got a load of my lack of
staying power — though if she liked getting head, it might make
up for it — I’m very good at that.

“But, (here it comes, I thought) there’s a catch.”

“I knew it.”

“You do need to get into shape, and not just so you’ll
be some sexy middle aged stud either,” she laughed, taking the
sting out of the jibe, “but for your health. And, by the way,
being in shape will make you a better lover to boot. So, here’s
what I’m proposing. You attend my class regularly — but don’t
try to keep up with everyone, just go your own pace — and do
something about your food intake, and I think you’ll start to see
some results. It might help to do nautilus along with the
aerobics to shape your body a little as you take the weight off.
Now, the good part. I am confident that if you work at it, you
can get to where you want to be, physically, in about six months.
Between now and then, we’ll keep meeting for coffee and getting
to know one another a little better. If you’ve been faithful to
the physical regime for six months and make your goal weight (I
had told her it was 200 lbs even) you and I will spend a weekend
at a cabin I inherited from my grandparents. It’s in a very
secluded location on a beautiful lake not far from here.”

Incentive? This had to be it. I agreed to her terms.
Hell, even if I didn’t end up making love to her, I would be in
somewhat better shape then I was right now. But it was going to
be a long six months.

PART TWO

That conversation happened six months ago. Through
some changes in my nutritional habits and the physical effort
required by my aerobics class and daily walks of about 5 miles or
so (along with some nautilus sessions two or three times per
week), I have achieved my goal weight and I am in the best shape
of my adult life.

Believe it or not, after the first few sessions, I
began to enjoy the aerobics workouts for their own sake, rather
than just because I thought I might get into the instructor’s
pants. Over the three month period we occasionally went out for
coffee after a workout session, but the subject of her cabin in
the woods and what we might do there did not come up for further
discussion.

That’s why I was kind of surprised when I opened my
mail today. There was a card with a note inside and a map. The
note said “Every Good Boy Deserves A Favor” (which also happens
to be the title of my favorite ‘Moody Blues’ album) and it was
signed “Your Breathless With Anticipation Aerobics Instructor”.
The map showed the route to a lake near the city where I live.
There were written instructions on the back of the map.

I laughed. She hadn’t been kidding. I threw some
things into a duffle bag and headed for the lake.

It was a beautiful drive. Early June in our part of
the world can either be great or horrible. This had been a great
June so far and it promised to be a great weekend to be at the
lake. I couldn’t have cared less about the weather, though,
since I planned on spending most of my time indoors.

I was a little nervous. I hadn’t been intimate with a
woman other than my wife since 1973 and she was the only one with
whom I had ever had sexual intercourse. I may not have been very
relatable, but I was definitely monogomous. So, I didn’t know
how things were going to go, and I really wanted to please Lisa.

Following the instructions on the back of the map, I
soon found my way up the long winding drive to the top of the
hill overlooking the lake where Lisa’s “cabin” was. Some cabin.
Three bedrooms, including a master suite with a jacuzzi on a deck
overlooking the lake. Big living room with a field stone fire
place. Lots of comfortable looking furniture and hardwood
floors. Lots of glass facing the lake. Large boathouse with
what appears to be living quarters above. Space for two or three
boats. One, a large inboard is tied up to the dock.

Lisa came out to meet me when I pulled up to the car
port. She looked great in a pair of shorts and a halter top. A
five foot nine inch vision of firm, healthy flesh topped with
that beautiful brown hair (you can have your blondes — I’ll
take brunettes every time).

“You made it! I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

She ran over to my side of the car and grabbed me in a
big hug as soon as I got out.

“Who could resist an invitation like that? Of course I
came.”

“I’m glad. This has been a long six months for me.”

“Oh? Why?”

“While you’ve been dieting and exercising, I’ve been
completely celibate. I haven’t even masturbated.”

I was a little startled by this admission, masturbation
not usually being a subject I discuss with women.

“What about you?”

“Lisa, if you’re serious about going through with this
reward thing, you’ll be the second woman to whom I’ve made love
in my lifetime, and since I outgrew masturbation about the same
time my voice changed for good, I’d say that I’m in about the
same shape as you.”

“Good. Now, give me that bag and I’ll show you
inside.”

She gave me a quick tour of the place, ending back in
the living room. The mid afternoon sun was shining through the
pine trees making dancing patterns on the living room floor.
Lisa was holding both of my hands in hers and we were facing each
other in front of the fire place. By mutual consent and without
words we moved together. My arms went around her waist and hers
went around mine. Our mouths met in a light kiss — just lip
contact. Her perfume, light and sweet but not overpowering, came
up to greet me.

“You smell delicious,” I murmured into her ear.

“You smell like a man. A man that I very much want to
make love to right now.”

Our mouths met again and this time we held the kiss,
our tongues beginning to dance with one another, probing,
piercing, licking. Our bodies pressed together. I could feel
her breasts pressing against me. I know she had to be able to
feel my erect member pressing against her.

The kiss finally broke. She disengaged herself from my
embrace and began to walk out of the room. I followed. Within
moments we were in the master suite, standing by the king size
bed, embracing once more.

I found the tie at the back of her halter top and
untied it. She backed away and allowed it to fall to the floor
in front of her, barring her breasts to me for the first time. I
moaned with lust at their beauty. This was no frustrated
anorexic exercise freak. This was a healthy adult woman who
respected her body enough to take care of it and who also had a
great body to begin with.

Her breasts were perfect. They projected straight out
from her chest without any hint of sag. While obviously well
supported by underlying muscle, they were not the breasts of a
body builder. Her light brown areolae were capped with nipples
which stood out from the surrounding flesh like the tips of small
fingers.

She allowed my inspection to continue for a few
moments, and then, “My turn,” she said, pulling my t-shirt out of
my jeans and over my head. We embraced once more, each gasping
as our flesh met skin to skin for the first time. Her nipples,
hardened with arousal, dug into my flesh like two points of
flame. We kissed again and my hands were all over her back,
stroking, kneading, caressing.

I worked my hands down under the waistband of her
shorts and discovered that she was wearing no panties. I cupped
her ass cheeks, enjoying the firm, yet feminine texture. Her ass
muscles clenched and unclenched as she ground herself against my
erection which was almost painfully trapped inside my jeans.

Pulling my mouth away from hers, I began to kiss her
face lightly and then her neck, gradually moving down to her
upper chest just to the point where her breasts began to slope
outward. She moaned with anticipation. My hands also moved
lower, taking her shorts down with them — but slowly, teasingly.

I began to kiss the upper portion of her breasts,
alternating between each one, careful to avoid her nipples which
looked like they might burst at any second. Meanwhile, my hands
had pushed Lisa’s shorts below her knees and they fell to the
floor. She quickly stepped out of them.

My hands, now free to roam where they would began to
lightly explore everything within reach while my mouth continued
to teasingly caress Lisa’s lovely tits. Her own hands came up
and cupped her swollen globes from underneath, offering the erect
tips for my oral inspection. Not wanting to frustrate her more
than was necessary, I accepted her offer.

Mouth, tongue, light nips with the inscisors, gentle
squeezing from my hands, I worked on her breasts for several
minutes until I felt Lisa take my head in her hands and pull me
back up.

“Enough,” she gasped, her voice husky with her passion,
“I don’t think I can stand up for much longer.”

Stepping backward, she sat on the edge of the bed,
pulling me with her by the front of my jeans. She quickly undid
the belt and then the buttons. Her hands were shaking and she
had some trouble with them, but I decided to let her do it on her
own. She pushed the jeans to my ankles. I stepped out of them.
My erection, barely contained by my shorts, was now right in
front of her face.

Lisa looked up at me and smiled as she worked her
fingers inside the waistband of my jockeys. In another moment
they joined my jeans by the side of the bed. Her hands flew to
my cock, grasping it firmly, squeezing and pumping — seemingly
measuring its length and thickness, testing the firmness of my
maleness.

Precum was oozing from the tip of my cock and she
slowly moved her face toward it. Her tongue came out. She began
to lick the glistning discharge, obviously relishing its salty
taste and slimy texture.

“Beautiful,” she whispered.

Without another word she slipped the head of my cock
into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue busily scrubbing the
sensitive flesh on the underside of my cockhead, then moving all
around to provide a slick coat of saliva.

Still holding the base in one hand, Lisa removed my
cock from her mouth and began licking it all over. Her right
hand squeezed my shaft firmly and rythmicly while her left hand
gently caressed my secret sack.

The combination of her lips, tongue, mouth, and hands
soon had me breathing hard, but I knew that there was no danger
of me ejaculating any time soon just from this, pleasant though
it was. I felt that it was time to move on to other things.
She could suck me off later if she wanted, but first, I wanted a
taste of what was hidden within her jade gate.

I placed my hands on her head and pulled her face up
for a kiss. Her sweet mouth was now flavored by my pre-cum and
the musk which naturally occurs on and near the male genitalia.
We were both breathing rather hard.

“Lisa, you have given me so much in the past few
months, and now here we are, right where you promised we would
be. I want to give you something special. Please lie back on
the bed and relax. And don’t be afraid to tell me what you
want.”

“All right, John,” she smiled as she followed my
instructions, displaying herself provocatively on the large bed.
I took a moment to drink in the sight. She looked so beautiful
laying there, anticipating what I might do next. She had
obviously been getting a little sun, and she must not have had
much for a bikini, judging from the tan lines and the nearly
complete lack of hair at the junction of her thighs. My heart
was in my throat as I crawled up on the bed next to her.

Peformance anxiety? I’ll say. I wanted so much for
this scene to be perfect for her that I almost blew it. Luckily,
I remembered the mental exercises which I had learned in therapy
and quickly regained control of myself, all the while lightly
caressing Lisa’s flawless skin in a seemingly random way. Her
body trembled slightly at my touch and a small moan escaped her
lips as my hands reached the swell of her breasts and lingered
there a moment lightly teasing the swollen buds which crowned
them.

She was moving her legs restlessly, pressing her thighs
together. I caught a whiff of her excitement, the unmistakable
odor of a female in heat. Like the smell of a hot meal to a
starving man the scent drew me, but I resisted. It would be too
easy to just spread her legs and dive in, satisfying my craving
for pussy juice, and probably giving her a good climax as well,
but I wanted this to be more than a few licks and a quick cum for
both of us. This beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman had given me
back my self respect and I wanted to make this special for her.

I leaned over her, a hand on the bed on either side of
her shoulders, and then I kissed her. The kiss started out as a
very gentle oral caress of her lips, my tongue darting, teasing,
probing. Gradually it deepened and I felt her arms encircle my
back, her hands pulling me down until I was laying half on the
bed and half on top of her. It was a long, deep, wet kiss — the
kind Kevin Costner talked about in “Bull Durham” — and it lasted
until we both had to come up for air.

But I didn’t stop kissing her, I just quit kissing her
mouth. My lips and tongue were busy all over her face, giving
her little, quick, light kisses and then moving on to kiss and
lick the soft skin of her lovely neck. I could feel her pulse
throbbing just beneath her skin and I imagined for a moment that
I was a vampire, about to dine on the rich life giving blood
surging through her veins.

I raised up then and gently rolled her over, moving her
hair aside to allow me to attack the soft skin there. Her
breathing and the low cooing and occasional gasps told me I was
on the right track. I’ve never known a woman for which the back
of the neck is not a major league erogenous zone, and kissing or
licking this area has never failed as a foreplay technique, for
me anyway, your mileage may vary.

My hands, which were not idle, blazed a trail across
her perfect skin which my lips and tongue then followed, leaving
their own shining evidence of passage behind them. I rubbed,
kissed, licked, and caressed every square inch of her back and
down her sides, even to those portions of her breasts which were
exposed in this position.

As I approached her buttocks, I saw her spread her legs
slightly, as if in anticipation, but I was still not ready to
quit teasing and so I lightly glided over those splendid mounds
and concentrated on completely covering first one and then the
other leg with kisses from thigh to toe and back again, spending
a particularly long, and for her excruciating, time on the
sensitive skin at the backs of her knees. She had begun to hump
the bed, attempting to obtain some release by grinding her pubic
mound into the matress. Her musk was a rich perfume which
saturated the atmosphere of the room and it seemed to draw me to
its source. I moved my mouth northward, back up the backs of her
thighs and the closer I came to their junction, the wider Lisa
spread her legs, and the more of her powerful scent was released.
This made it difficult to resist simply crawling up between her
legs and shoving my trembling cock deep into her sopping slit. I
was intent, however, on tasting her first, and so I locked down
my control and continued working my lips and tongue up the inside
of first one thigh and then the other, until I had placed wet,
sloppy kisses in the crease on either side of her hot, pulsating
mound.

Each time my mouth contacted her warm, smooth skin, she
let out a little gasp or made a sharp intake of breath. I found
these little sounds incredibly arousing — maybe it was a power
thing, or maybe it was just knowing that she was taking pleasure
from something I had done, but it was a powerful aphrodisiac none
the less.

Her woman scent was strong, and my mouth watered in
anticipation as I held it over the slowly opening lips of her
pussy. My breath washed over her sex as I let it out slowly – - I
then inhaled deeply through my nose, soaking up her powerful
feminine odor, letting it fill my head and draw me in to her
molten center. Her cunt was an opening flower, her clitoris hard
and erect, poking cleanly from its sheath at the apex of her
slit. Both her inner and outer lips were swollen, her juices
glistening on the crenelated surface of her inner lips, and
creating a slick, shiny trail down her crease and coating the
surface of her crinkled brown asshole.

At last, I could resist no longer, and my tongue began
to tenderly probe the delicate folds of her sex. She moaned
loudly at the contact, and I moaned too, at the heat and taste of
her. I was going to make a gormet meal of this beautiful woman’s
pussy, displayed so marvelously before me. But I did have some
table manners, and so I did not just dive in and begin devouring
her like some barbarian savage — though my lust crazed brain was
urging just such a course. The time for devouring would come,
but for now, I was treating this lovely cunny as if it were a
delicate flower, needing special, loving, care.

My tongue lingered on each surface it touched,
carefully tracing the edges of her turgid inner labia, swabbing
gently, yet insistently, on the smooth skin between the major and
minor folds. She tasted wonderful, like no woman I had ever had
before. I carefully avoided her clitoris for the time being,
concentrating on exploring all of the other interesting areas of
her slit first.

She obviously enjoyed what I was doing, and displayed
this enjoyment through the little gasping and yipping sounds she
made as I found a new hot spot with my tongue and lips. She
wanted more, and she reached down and grabbed the backs of her
knees, pulling them up to her chest and then spreading them wide,
opening herself completly to my hungry gaze.

My tongue shot to the bottom of her slit, right up into
her juicy hole gathering her nectar and lapping it into my
waiting mouth. All subtlty was forgotten now as I gorged myself
on Lisa’s beautiful pussy. My hands were under her buttocks now,
pulling her up to my face, not that she wasn’t thrusting there
anyhow, but this way, I was able to control her movements and
maintain contact. My mouth was everywhere in her crotch.
Sucking her large outer lips between my own and lashing them with
my tongue, flicking the tip of my tongue across her now distended
clit, working over the top of her mound with my mouth. I
established no pattern in my attack, and so she did not achieve
the rhythm necessary for an orgasm. This was all a little bit of
a tease on my part, but I knew that she would quickly climax once
I really set out to produce one for her, and so I kept up my
onslaught. Looking up, through the V of her slit, I saw Lisa
grasping her tits, squeezing the nipples until I thought they’d
pop right off her chest. She was moaning and thrashing in my
grip.

“Make me cum…please…make me cum, baby…I need it
soooo bad…” she moaned.

Who could ignore a plea like that? I placed the tip of
my tongue directly on her clitoris and began to shake my head
from side to side, just like a dog working on a bone only much
faster. I knew that I couldn’t keep this up too long without
getting extremely dizzy, but I also knew it was just about
guaranteed to produce an explosive orgasm for Lisa. And I was
right on both counts. I was dizzy very quickly, and I heard
Lisa’s low moan turn into a scream as she crashed over the edge
of the orgasmic abyss. Her thighs locked around my head and her
hands pulled my face even tighter to her pussy. She acted like
she wanted to pull my whole head inside of her. I kept my tongue
moving on Lisa’s clit as much as I could and she continued to
climax for a number of minutes.

Finally, she pushed me away.

“Enough,” she gasped, “I can’t take any more.”

I crawled up between her legs, my face right in front
of hers, and kissed her right on the mouth. It was a test of
sorts. Some women don’t mind if you go down on them, as long as
you don’t try to kiss them afterwards (unless you wash your face
and brush your teeth). Lisas was not like this, and her lips
opened under mine, her tongue searching for her own unique flavor
on my mouth. She cleaned my face of her spend, and smiled weakly
up at me, her breath still coming in little, gasping, sobs.

“God, John. No one’s ever done that to me before. Not
like that, anyway.”

I smiled at Lisa. Cunnilingus is my specialty. I like
it better than any other part of sex. Well, almost.

“You’re welcome, Lisa. It was my very great pleasure
to give you that experience.”

I rolled over on my side and Lisa rolled with me so
that we were facing one another. Lisa threw a leg over mine and
pressed her still soaking crotch up against my still hard (and
dripping) cock.

“Hmmmm. What have we here,” she said, grinning at me
and reaching between us to grasp my stiff shaft. “I think he’s
lonely, and needs someplace warm and wet to play in, don’t you?”

She rolled us over the rest of the way so that she was
on top of me. I felt her hands between us again as she
positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her womanhood.
She gave a little push downward with her hips and the head
slipped inside. Then it was one long slide down until she had it
all.

I moaned as I felt myself enveloped in that hot, wet,
grip. The interior of her sex was like a strong hand which
squeezed every square inch of the surface of my cock. She held
me there, her eyes closed as she too was affected by the
sensations of my dick hilted in her moist interior. She pulled
her knees up under her and began a rocking, fucking motion atop
my pulsing penis, grinding her clit into my pubic bone on every
down stroke.

She was in no hurry, having just completed a massive
series of orgasms, and neither was I, lost as I was in the
wonderful feeling of being sheathed inside of Lisa’s beautiful
body.

From this position it was a simple matter for me to
reach up and stroke her breasts, which I did, much to her
delight. My hands busied themselves with her mammaries, toying
with the nipples, squeezing the fleshy globes, finally drawing
her down so that I could reach these graciously formed melons
with my worshiping lips.

With her tits in my face, my hands were free to reach
down and grasp the cheeks of her tight little ass. I just
couldn’t believe that such a beautiful woman was riding my cock.
I felt like all the Christmas mornings I could remember all
rolled into one. I gripped her ass and started lifting her up
and down on my cock, forcing the pace of our fuck, driving my
hips up off the bed to meet her as she slammed down into me. We
were both grunting like animals in the rut. My fingers sought
the crack of her ass and one pressed inward on the wrinkled
rosebud of her back door. She instantly relaxed the powerful
sphincter and my finger sunk inside to the second knuckle.

“Yessss,” she gasped, “play with my ass, baby.”

Her urgings made me hotter than ever and I began to
stroke my finger in and out of her ass in time to the thrusts of
my cock up into her pussy. I could feel my semen boiling in my
balls, moving up and threatening to erupt as my orgasm
approached.

Hers hit first, and I felt her pussy and ass clamp down
around my cock and finger like powerful fists as the first of her
spasms hit her. My own climax was not far behind, and I yelled
out loud as I felt the tip of my cock explode, sending a torent
of my hot cum into the deepest reaches of her cunt. We both rode
out the rest of the storm of sensations and at last she rested
herself on me and we kissed, again, sharing our passion and the
gratitude we felt toward each other for the wonderful sex we had
just shared.

We must have dozed off in that position, because I woke
up a while later with her still perched on top of me. My now
shrunken cock had slipped out of her. My crotch was covered with
the sticky combination of my cum, which had leaked from her, and
her own sweet juices. A shower was in order, and I smiled at the
thought of sharing a shower with Lisa.

I kissed her lightly on the lips, which caused her to
come awake, her eyes slowly adjusting to the sight of me laying
underneath her. She smiled, dreamily, and kissed me back.

“Have a nice nap,” I enquired?

“Mmmm, yes,” she purred.

She rolled off of me and stretched out on the bed.
That sight was almost enough to bring my cock back to full
attention. She looked down at the mess at my crotch and she
began to laugh.

“What a mess you are. Let’s get into the shower and
clean up a little. Then, it’s time to eat…I think we’ll need
the food to keep our energy up, don’t you?”

Her grin conveyed the clear message that it wouldn’t be
very long before we were back in her bedroom again, doing our
impression of mink in heat.

TO BE CONTINUED
–

I have found though that you’ve caused my rides to be a little more exciting
lately than I remember them as a child. Last week as I was arguing with myself
about the many reasons why I shouldn’t go for a ride like I don’t feel like
it…it’s too hot…I don’t want to…I need to do some paperwork for
work…when I heard a knock on the door. And there you were in your biking
shorts holding your bike. I was totally shocked because usually you never come
to visit and you’ve made so many remarks about the fact that I ride too slowly
so I assumed you would never ask me to go for a ride. But there you are-God,
how I lust after you when you’re in those black shorts-they leave nothing to my
overactive imagination. You’ve been out for a while because you’re soaked with
sweat making the curves of your muscles even more visible.

The look on your face is pure satisfaction-”So, want to go for a ride? I’ve
done 40 miles so far and you can survive another 10, can’t you?”

Oh, shit-I think to myself-he’s doing well-he’ll beat me into the ground but I
smile and sputter, “Sure, you know I’m slow though” I’ve got to change-oh,
damn, now he’s going see that I haven’t got a tan or even a shade of a tan-at
least my legs are shaved. I put on my sweat shorts and my jersey and wheel my
bike out.

I’m thinking-You’re used to racing and you’ve got a bike set up for it-there’s
no way I can match you-I’ve got a mountain bike that weighs twice as much as
yours-I outweigh you by a good amount. And you’ve been in training for months.
Oh, well the pain’ll be over soon.

We start off slow and I follow you-at least you’re not cranking-you slow down
and drift back beside me so we can talk. “How bout we take one of the side
roads, do about 10 and then circle back to your apartment? You take me home in
the car if I’m too tired to ride?”

“Sure”. A reasonable request it seems to me.

“Or you can put me up for the night.” And off you ride and down a side street
laughing as you drop me in the dust.

I push to catch up with you. “Did you mean you’d stay over?”

“Yeah, if you can keep up with me for the whole trip.”

Is this an incentive or what-I haven’t made love to anyone in 2 1/2 years and
all I have to do to get you into bed is keep up with you for 10 miles.

Unfortunately, I start to feel the effects of keeping up with you already-my
calves are aching and my knees feel like shit. You drift back again-grinning
that mischievous grin you have and ask “How you doing? I can make it a little
more interesting for you.”

“How’s that-going to give me a new set of knees?”

“Nope, I was thinking that we’ve gone about 3 miles already and we can stop
about 2 miles from here for a short break. In the mean time, why don’t you
think of that seat as a substitute for part of my anatomy.”

And you don’t lose eye contact with me as I almost ride into a ditch.

Oh Christ, am I out with a sadist or what…you know how long it’s been for
me. I keep envisioning all the times that it would have been right for you to
have just come over and stayed. I keep remembering all the times you said
“No”.

What you said is having it’s effect-I do seem to be sliding back and forth and
it’s taken my attention away from the pain of my legs. I just have that moist
feeling between my legs in the center of my concentration. As we start up a
slight hill, I lift off the seat and you keep up with me easily and say “I
notice you don’t wear anything under your biking shorts either. I always
wondered if you were a real red head or not-looks like you are.” And off you
go up the hill with the ease of a jaguar.

I’m starting to get pissed now because I’m losing steam and I can’t really keep
up with you and I’m really horny now. I keep wondering if I’m really going to
get laid at the end of this or if you’re just going to sleep on the couch. I’m
surprised because my knees seem to have gotten used to the ride and I’m at the
top of the hill-thank god. You drop back and ride beside me and say “The air’s
nice isn’t it” And it is too-cool as we descend-the way I like to ride-down
hill on a warm day. “See the sign down there and you point to a blue sign on
the right-we can stop there for a minute and get a drink of water.”

I just coast and feel the wind pass me and it’s a great feeling-I don’t feel
too bad-I’m half way there and I’m happy.

We turn into a little park that has some benches and trees and a little
waterfall. I didn’t know this park was so close to my apartment-what a
delight. I get off my bike and lean it up against the back of the bench and go
over and dip my hands under the waterfall, drench my hair-the cool water
dripping down and soaking my jersey. I’d like to take a shower right now,
preferably with you. The water is so cool and I cup my hands and take a
drink-it’s really cold-I know I’ll get cramps if I drink too much so I just go
over and sit on the bench.

You join me and sit close with your thigh touching mine. I really would like
to have you right here on the bench. The silky feel of your freshly shaved leg
against mine is a sensual delight. The thought of how wonderful it would feel
to have your thighs between mine and your cock sliding in and out of me is
rather stimulating at this moment.

There seems to be great pleasure for you in keeping me in the chase right now.
You start a conversation having to do with work and what the merits of certain
features of the product you’re working on are-I lost the thread of that after
the first few words-I realize that there has only been work between us and
there’s no hope for anything more. It really hurts a great deal to think that
way and so I’d rather have the pain of my legs to think about than the breaking
of my heart. I get up and get my bike. “Which way?”

You’re kind of shocked since you thought I was listening to the work
conversation. “If we go down here and take a right, it goes back to your
apartment but we’ll be short by about 2 miles from our agreement.”

“Well, then we can go straight and circle back someway, I would imagine.”

“Sure-is something the matter?”

“No, I just remembered I should go to work later-I’ve got some stuff to write
up.” And off I go-I try to keep my eyes averted so you don’t see the tears run
down my face as I realize once again that I’m nothing more to you than a
willing listener. I don’t notice my legs any more, I just concentrate on how
I’m going to gracefully say good-bye that afternoon. I’ve got to stop hurting
myself by thinking that there’s any more to our relationship than work. I’m
woken out of my thoughts by your hand on my forearm.

“Hey, stop a minute.”

“There is something wrong-what is it?” You really look concerned and I never
could resist being enchanted by the depth of those brown eyes.

“I just want to go back to my apartment because I have a lot to do and I should
be doing it instead of riding today.”

“Is this another way for you to avoid me like you’ve been doing for 2 months
now? Ever since I took my new job, you never have time to talk to me and I
really miss the talks we had, I thought we were friends-I feel totally
abandoned. Don’t you give a shit about me anymore?”

We’re standing by the side of the road and I hate public scenes-I can’t stop
the tears now. “Of course, I care for you-I care too much, I don’t want to be
just your friend, I want to be your friend and lover. I tied myself in knots
while you worked with me and now you have a new job and a new start and it’s
better that I not stay involved because you’re dating other people and one of
them will work out for you-then I’ll be left a second time-Please don’t make me
get re-involved, it just hurts too much.”

You let go of my arm and slide your arm around my waist. “I’ve always loved
you in my own way-I wouldn’t have spent so much time and gotten both of us in
trouble all those time if I didn’t value you as a part of my life.”

My first impulse is to run. I start to move away and your grip on my becomes
firmer. “Let’s go back to your apartment and have dinner-you’re too tired to
work tonight so let’s have a nice night together away from work.”

We get back on our bikes and I start off, you pass me and take the right side
street and I follow. Another couple of miles and I see the back of my
apartment building. The tears are still streaming down my face-more pain from
this relationship, I just don’t want any more pain. I keep saying to myself,
now when he says he just wants to be friends, it’ll be alright, you can handle
it-it’s not the end of the world. You don’t have to see him at work-it’ll be
fine. You can take him home from your apartment and it’ll be over in half an
hour. All the crap of a lifetime of rejection wells up in me: I’m not pretty,
I’m not bright enough, I’m not mature enough…it goes on endlessly in my
head-I’m just wrong.

We get back to the apartment. “Do you want me to take you home now or what?”
I’m really short with you now and I can’t look you straight in the eye.

“Later-let’s get cleaned up first.”

We bring our bikes into the apartment. I go to the refridge and get a jug of
water out. “want some?”

“Some what?” As you stand about a foot from me and have a strange smile on
your face.

“Water-what else is there?”

You move closer and put a hand on each side of my waist and say “How about some
of you.”

This is scaring the hell out of me and I start trembling and try to move away
but you hold me tighter. “Stop running away from reality into that very scary
fantasy world of yours. I’m not leaving you. You haven’t any real idea of how
I feel about you because you haven’t talked to me for 2 months.” The tone of
your voice shows your irritation.

“Okay.”

“Now, I think you should take a shower and put on something cool and
comfortable and something you enjoy wearing. I’m going to take a shower, too.
I brought clothes to wear to dinner. Then we’re going to have a conversation
about us-not work-not me-not you but us.”

I come back with a short black kimono, holding it out for you. “You might like
to wear this when you come out of the shower-you can take a shower first if you
like.”

“No, you go ahead-I have a surprise for you and I need to get it ready for
you. Is it okay if I come in and shave while you’re taking a shower?”

“Sure.”

I start the water running and get in-it does feel good after being so hot and
sweaty-I hear the door open and then the shower curtin rustle-I turn around and
you’re beautifully naked waiting for an invitation.

“Can I join you?”

It didn’t take much hesitation to join me in the shower.

“So, where’s the soap so I can wash your back?” You’re grinning, again. I’m
having my fantasy come to life and you treat this like this is an everyday
occurence.

I feel like I’m 17 and a virgin again-I feel awkward and scared-I hand you the
soap and the shower massage head. You move my hair to my shoulder to keep it
from getting wet and start to wash my back. I turn around and just stare at
your body-you’ve got the beginnings of a stiff cock and I notice you’re quite
amply endowed. I give in to my body’s longing, knowing that I’m going to be
hurt by loving you. I reach out for you and pull you to me and kiss you as I
have wanted to do for 2 years now. I can feel your cock stiffening and your
breathing deepen. I step back and take the soap and shower massage from your
hand and put them back on the shelf. I want you now-I don’t want to wait any
longer. I move back to you and you laugh “Slow down, we have all night.
Besides my plans involve some things which require a shower for both of us.”
That intriguing smile of yours.

“Alright, I’m game.”

I take the shower massage and soak you from the top of your head down. “Would
you like me to wash your hair?” You turn around “sure.” I get the shampoo and
start washing your hair. “I like this-could you do this on a regular basis?”
“Sure, make an appointment with my secretary.” We laugh finally. I rinse your
hair and then run my hand down your back to make sure the soap is gone. It
might appear that I’m overly concerned about making sure all the soap is
gone-yeah, I’m feeling you up. Touching you is nerve wracking-I just want to
fuck right now more than anything else in the world-no foreplay-just pure lust
and rut.

That’s what I’ve always felt with you-this lust and desire and I’m about to get
what I want.

You take the shower massage in hand and reach past me for the soap. You dampen
my front and start soaping my tits. My nipples show their interest standing
towards you. I can’t stand still at this point especially as you get closer
and closer to my snatch.

“Calm down, we’ll get there.”

You know me too well. I feel like a racehorse at the gate and hot to trot.
The soap makes your hand slippery as it slides down my front to my bush. That
fond remembrance of the sensation of a slick hand where no one has been for
ages. As your hand nears my twat, I put my hand on yours and glide it down and
between my legs working it back and forth in a gentle rhythm.

My motions are quite restrained for someone on the edge of coming-I just don’t
want you to stop that wonderful motion in and out of my cleft. Please, just a
little longer. My breathing is getting shallow, I close my eyes and start to
drift to that edge of pleasure that has been absent so long from my life. My
breathe quickens as I near my climax and I move your hand more quickly trying
to push myself over the edge and feel the waves of relief. You push my hand
away and pull me to you in a passionate kiss sliding your tongue in slowly,
taunting me-I respond in kind-exploring you with my tongue and letting my hands
roam over you without boundaries. Your cock approves by standing straight
up-hard and tight-the veins coursing with blood.

I want you now and lean back up againt the wall and put one leg on the side of
the bath and pull you to me-I’m quite agressive at this point-I want you and we
can go for a more relaxed pace later-I want you and I want you now. I reach
out and guide your member to my channel. I expericened the feeling of being
filled for the first time in years and can only let my body do what’s
natural-you feel the same way. Your thrusting in and out of me is pushing me
to the edge again-I can’t stop the waves of plearuse as they pound over me and
I feel the contractions in my snatch beginning; I’m gasping for breathe and
murmuring to you-”Don’t stop, please come inside me” As the contractions
become stronger I push back to meet your thrusts and my entire body trembles as
I start to come. You hold my waist firm as you continue to pump into me. The
tears of release are streaming down my cheeks- I open my eyes and see you
clenching your jaw as you approach coming-I slide back and forth and squeeze my
cunt around your cock-you open your eyes as I feel the first spasm of your
coming pass through your body-a wide smile comes over your lips as you push in
and out feeling the semen spurting out of your cock and inside of me. The
slippery sensation of your cock moving in and out so well lubricated makes me
tingle and gets me ready for another session. You slow your pace and just lean
up against me, the feeling of the shower cooling and relaxing to us both. I
push you back a bit and kiss you gently and enfold you in my arms. I whisper,
“Would yo like to take a nap and relax.”

You laugh and say “That took more out of me than the ride.”

“I think it did.” I reach for the shower head and move it over you washing
away the remnants of your seed. I take a finger full of your juice to my lips
and taste it’s saltiness-”Tastes good-can I have some more later?” Smiling
that smile I reserve only for attractive single men.

You snap back, “You’ll have to do something to earn it.”

A black chick with huge monstrous boobs in a hardcore action video

able to do what I wanted without having to justify everything in front of

my parents. I enrolled in Business Management and enjoyed both my fellow

students and the course.

Apart from studying hard, I spend most of the time hanging around with my

friends at the student union or in one of the many bars in Town. Each Friday

night most of the students went to the student union. It was always a hugh

party with the large dance floor in the basement, the two bars on the ground

floor and another dance floor on the top floor. Where as the basement was

know for pop and house, the top floor offered a much more relaxing but also

more exciting. The music was better, a much more interesting mix of various

styles like industrial, dance and independent. I am not to much into music

but I enjoyed it more upstairs, where the lightning wasn’t so flashy and the

girls more grown-up.

That particular Friday Dan, Mike and I walked first to the sports bar on the

ground floor. After a couple of pints in town we got another round of lager

before we decided to check the union out. As usual most students got

completely drunk in the basement and we walked upstairs. At 11:30 it was

still quiet and we found a table to sit down, listening to the music,

talking and checking out the girls arriving. Most of them looked average but

even though, most of them had a nice body and dressed sexy, either in tops

and tight jeans or short skirts. Some of them even turned up in nearly see

through tops. As every Friday it was a good show and by 12 the place was

crowed. Most of the girls danced in small groups, surrounded by fellow

students watching them.

I got up and walked to the bar, getting another round of lager when I saw

Clair. Clair is a cute girl from our course, a bit smaller than I, about

5′5. Her body seemed to be perfect and her tight top covered some nicely

shaped breasts. She smiled at me when she saw me and I made my way through

the crowed to meet her.

“Hey Clair, how you’re doing?”

“Fine Tom, and you?”

“I am great, just thirsty. I am getting another round. You want to join us?”

“Sure… I am waiting for Sandra, she should be here.”

“Haven’t seen her, Clair.” I reply.

“She’s late, as always.”

She took my arm and we tried to get through to the bar. Pressing through the

body’s was difficult. Just two bartenders to serve maybe 20 people waiting

and as soon as one person was leaving, he was replaced by two new students.

Clair guided us the way through to the bar since girls always got some

space, where as I was pressed and pushed all the time. Clair turned around

to me and I saw her smile…

“We’re nearly there… what you get?”

“Three pints of lager.”

Clair turned around and took my hands and continued leading the way directly

in front of the bar. I saw her great body in the tight beige jeans and the

red tank-top, I saw the straps of the red bra, her neck, her short black

hair. Something happened in the back of the students waiting at the bar. I

got pushed against Clair violently, getting in contact with her body… but

she just looked at me, took my arms around her waist, holding me and leaning

against me. I was surprised but said nothing, instead enjoying the feeling

of her body.

Than it was Clairs turn, she bend over the bar, talking to the Student who

was working as a bartender. I have seen him a couple of times around the

university but didn’t knew him. While Clair bend over to order the drinks, I

felt her pushing her bottom even stronger against me, right against my hips.

I felt something awakening between my legs. Clair got the drinks, turned

around with two beers in her hands.

“You gonna help me?”

I was a bit lost, a moment ago enjoying a nice erotic pressure and now being

pushed back into reality…

“Sure…” was all I could say.

She took the other two pints and this time she followed me to the place Dan

and Mike were waiting.

“It was about time, Tom, we already though of deploying a SAR-Team.”

“Yeah… I am thirsty. What took you so long…?”

And than they realized Clair was there as well. Both had a big grin and made

some space so Clair could join us. Enjoying our beers we mainly talked about

your courses and whether we liked our choices, the other students and profs.

A bit later Sandra arrived with another guy we didn’t knew. Sandra didn’t

stay long but headed of to dance not fare from us. The guy had his eyes all

over Sandra’s body. Sandra was a bit taller than Clair, about my size and

had larger breasts. And judging how they bounced up and down while dancing

Sandra didn’t wear a bra.

“who’s that guy with Sandra” Mike asked Clair.

“Some 3rd year. Studies Law, don’t know him much.” Sandra replied watching

them closely.

“Always the same…” Dan said.

“What?” I asked him.

“3rd and 2nd years always get the great girls.”

Sadly I let my eyes stray from Dan to Clair and realized she was watching

me…

“Lets go dancing” she said, taking my hand and pushing me up.

We moved on the dance floor and started dancing. Clair stayed very close,

touching me occasionally, dancing very erotic. We moved closer to Sandra and

that guy. It seemed to me that Clair was up to something but I didn’t knew

what nor did I care… dancing with Clair was great and I just wanted to

enjoy this experience. Clair didn’t only get us closer to Sandra but she

also dance much closer to me, contact wasn’t occasionally anymore but

constant and I felt how hard I got…

Clair started to embrace me, I felt her breath on my neck and the bulge in

my jeans pressing against her body. While dancing even closer, while feeling

my erection growing, her lips touched my ears… some air was blown over my

skin, it felt like electricity. Soon she started bitting and moaning softly

in my ear while I had the feeling that an orkan was storming through my body

and that my manhood would rip the jeans apart. The lack of space was

uncomfortable but this strong erotic feeling… I didn’t want to miss this,

didn’t want to stop.

The song stopped and Clair used to short break to look in my eyes. I felt

electrified and had the urge to kiss her. However, the decision was taken

from me… Clair kissed me softly… I looked again in her eyes and this

time it wasn’t a soft kiss but we looked our mouths, our tongues played with

each other. ages passed… I don’t know how long we kissed but Clair broke

the kiss and dragged me to the door. Seems like she wanted to leave and I

was already looking forward…

I followed Clair but she turned left into the first floor instead of

continuing the way down to the basement where the cloakroom is…

“Lets find a place…”

“W…h..” I tried to say.

“Shhht” Clair said, killing anything I tried to say with a wet kiss… She

grabbed my jeans and dragged me to one of the conference rooms in the side

wing of the student union.

“Guess we won’t be disturbed here.” Clair sad, pushing me in this anonymous

room and closing the door behind us. Apart from the streetlight which

entered through the windows the room was empty apart from 4 large basic

tables in the center and 12 chairs grouped around them. The walls were

covered with some posters and a notice board. Nothing personal…

“Tom…” Clair said, looking at me. Somehow her voice sounded shy,

insecure…

I walked up to her and took her in my arms. I felt her arms around me, her

soft kiss against my throat and than she broke contact. Chris moved

backwards to the table and took of her top and let it fall to the floor. I

saw her in her bra, even though it was to dark to see the color I knew it

was red. I followed her, we kissed again while my hands moved softly over

her back…

Clair pushed my t-shirt up, we had to break our kiss so she could push it

over my head. She pushed me a bit back and opened the buttons of my jeans,

pushing them together with my boxer down. She dropped down on her knees and

I felt the soft touch of her lips… it was so exiting, I though it was a

dream and suddenly I will wake up alone in bed.

But instead of waking up I felt Clair softly liking my hard shaft, I felt

the tip of her tongue gliding over my hot flesh leaving a soft wet track. It

was great, I just couldn’t believe it that she was giving me a blow job in

the student union. I felt so hot, so excited and the energy waves raced

through my body, the soft pressure in my balls. I knew if she continued like

that I would explode shortly.

I took her shoulders and pushed her up. It was to dark to really look in her

eyes. I felt like saying something but instead I kissed her on her lips,

just to feel that her tongue tried to find a way between my lips to great

me. I opened my mouth and our kiss was looked again.

I was standing nude, the jeans around my ankle in front of Clair… but I

didn’t care. I enjoyed her touches, her fingertips gliding over my back, her

tongue playing with mine. I broke the Kiss and tried to step one step back

but I fell over my own jeans hanging around my feet. Clair started to laugh

loudly.

“Shhht Clair, someone will hear us.”

“That’s so funny Tom…”

“What?”

“You falling down…”

“You’re making fun of me?” I said pretending to be insulted.

Clair came next to me… I saw up her legs as she stood there… Clair

reached to her back and opened her bra, dropping it on my body. She slipped

out of her shoes and started opening her jeans slowly…

“You… you’re…?”

Clair stepped out of her jeans and let it drop next to us. She got down and

kissed me and if felt her hand reaching for my hard dick. She turned around

and started softly sucking my head again. Her hot, wet and soft lips felt so

good. I touched her and I was nearly able to kiss her legs. I turned and

started licking and kissing her soft skin. Clair moved over my head,

spreading her legs… she lowered herself and I could smell her sex, touch

it with my nose, feel the heat… I pushed my head up… touched her with my

tongue… I felt a shiver as my tongue made first contact with her sex… it

was wet…

I couldn’t believe it, we were here, nude, sucking and licking each other.

If someone would enter… I did not care, this was better than the dirtiest

dreams and sexiest fantasies I had so fare.

She lowered her even more, pressing her sex on my mouth. I felt her soft

hair, my nose touched her inner lips, it was wet… I let my tongue explore

her womanhood, feeling the lips, feeling her slit, touching the outer side

of the deep tunnel… it was so hot, so wet, so good.

Clair got up and turned around, she bend over and we kissed. Her hand was

touching down her legs, taking my dick and placing the head softly between

her wet lips. I felt her softness and slowly she pressed herself on my

phallus. I was feeling this wet tight, hot passage which my flesh penetrated

and it was feeling so good. I let out a soft moan… I touched her tits and

started to play with her hard nipples. She was riding me softly crazy…

“Ahhh…” Clair moaned softly…

I was breathing loudly… I didn’t know how long we making love on the floor

but I felt the pressure building up…

“I…. i’mmm….”

Clair cut me of again with a deep kiss and her moves became faster as her

tongue penetrated my mouth while she rocked faster and faster on my dick. I

felt my balls tighten under her pumping, I felt my juices racing through my

body while waves were pulsing from my head through the stomach into my hips.

I was shacking when I felt my orgasm building up. Than I just exploded deep

in her… letting out a load moan… while Clair still kissed me and

continued riding me.

She came slowly to a stop, we were just holding each other while I tried to

recover. I felt my penis shrinking deep in her. She was so wet…

“Lets go.”

“Back?”

“No…” Clair sad… “where ever you want.”

We dressed and walked hand in hand back to the corridor. It was 1:30 and the

people were still dancing. We walked down to the basement and got our

jackets. Hand in Hand we walked slowly back to our halls of residence. We

walked past Security to our Tower. Clair was living on the 7th floor where

as my room was on the 3rd floor.

“It’s up 4 more floors, mine or yours Tom…?” Clair asked me… “mine got a

nice view in the morning, we can see the sun rising.”

“Lets get up another 4 flours” I day with a smile.

“If you can wait so long?”

We kissed and I felt her hands on my jeans again. She pushed me down on the

stairs and she opened the buttons, pushing down the jeans and slowly taking

my soft dick in her mouth. She slowly sucked my, while I rested, softly

stroking her hair.

I felt my dick harden again, it was so good. Suddenly we heard a door, than

steps, someone was walking up the stairs.

“Clair?” I asked her…

“hmmm” was all I heard… Clair continued sucking me but faster. I felt my

head pressing against her throat. She was moving faster, taking me deeper, I

felt her tongue under under my shaft, her hands playing with my balls…

The person came closer.. but the steps weren’t fast…

“Clair.. h… hurrry…” I moaned while feeling the pleasure of her mouth

but being afraid of someone catching us.

The steps came closer… soon that person would stand in front of us, seeing

Clair in front of me, giving me a blow job. But this feeling made me even

more excited, the feeling, the idea someone could walk into us… and I

exploded.

Clair was sucking my juices. I pushed her gentle away and got up. Clair

helped me closing the buttons and we kissed deeply tasting my seed. When the

person we heard all the time coming nearer, passed us, Clair jiggled like a

small kid. It was a fellow student, completely drunk, dragging himself up

the stairs. I looked at Clair and saw some of my creamy milk flowing down

her cheeks. I kissed it away and we walked the stairs up to her room…

Closing the door behind us, we pulled of our clothes as fast as possible.

Clair guided me to her bed and she spread her long legs wide. I moved down

between her legs, kissing the inside, moving up slowly to her wide open

lips, still wet of my cream I left there when we loved us the first time.

I moved up to her fruit, touching it softly, parting her lips and searching

her clit… finding it in the wet depths, hard… I touched it softly with

the tip of my tongue.

“Ahhhaaa” Clair moaned loudly…

I touched her clit with the top of my tongue, licking it, feeling her

shiffer even stronger…

“Ouahhh… Toahhhh… hhhmmm…. Ahhh!”

Clair pressed her sex against my face… I started sucking her clit. Placed

my lips softly around it, sucked the small hard clit…

“Ahhhaaa…”

I sucked harder and than let my tongue glide down into the wet depths of her

passion. Clair moaned louder…

“Tomm…”

I stop licking her, looking up in her eyes.

“Fuuuck meee pleeease…”

I moved up, turned her around and Clair kneed down on her knees in front of

me. I moved behind her, inserting my hard phallus in her wet tunnel,

thrusting in and out of her while she moaned loudly. She was so wet and I

hardly felt any friction. I felt just her wetness, her hot fluids coating my

hard dick deep in her. It felt good and I enjoyed how she moved her hips

against my body, how her buttocks rocked against me, pressing me even deeper

in her… I hold her bottom in my hand, massaging her firm ass, letting my

thumbs circle over the soft skin while I pumped her. Soon I felt my fluids

rising again but Clair started to shiffer, to shout, to spasm while she

thrusted her hard against me. I felt my juice shooting through my body when

she was shaken by her climax. I pumped my cum in her while she collapsed on

the bed and I fell on top of her…

I woke up the next morning, I felt naked, I was naked… I saw a naked body

next to me, the back of a woman with short brown hair. It wasn’t a dream…

and I felt my dick coming to life. I moved a bit nearer and but my arms

around Clair, pressing my body softly against her back. I felt my dick

reacting to the contact of her warm skin. Getting harder it rubbed against

Clairs buttocks. It felt good…

Clair seemed to enjoy it in her sleep, it seemed like her body reacted to my

touches, to my rubbing. Her buttocks moved against my dick or did I press

myself so hard against her? I don’t know but it seemed like she started

rocking herself against my hardness and I got harder. I pressed her body

harder against mine, I felt her back pressing against my chest and I felt my

dick between her legs rubbing up her bottom. The heat seemed to increase, my

pleasure was rising and I started to rub my hardness against between her

valley between her buttocks. I kissed softly her neck when I felt her hands

gliding softly over my hips. Soft moans escaped her half closed lips when I

pressed my shaft deeper…

It felt so good, it happened like two pieces just fitted together. My head

pressed against her rosette and Clair pressed softly against my dick. Slowly

she pressed herself on my shaft, my helmet entered her first…

“Ahhhaaa… ahhhaaa…”

“Shooot… I… stooo… stop? I asked her moaning…

“Nooo… juuust fuuuck… meee slooow… slooowlyyy…”

I thrusted gently deeper and I was overwhelmed by the heat, by this

tightness. it was so dry, so hot, so intense.

“Ahhhaaa… haaa… haaa… ahhh! Clair pressed herself even harder against

me… she seemed to shiffer, to bent, like a cat.

Somehow I was gliding, thrusting deep in her and suddenly I was in, letting

out a load moan.

Clair shouted her moan out load as well… pressing herself on my shaft,

burying me deep in her ass.

“Ahhhaaa…!

Clair collapsed, pressed against me, in my arms, my cock in her anus… we

both relaxed feeling my hardness deep in her.

“Its so intense Tom…” she softly moaned…

“So hot, so hard…”

“Tom, take me…” Clair moaned… “cum in me”

She twisted her body, our mouths meet and while we kissed we started rocking

again. Slowly and than faster, each stroke increased the pace. Soon I was

thrusting into Clair and she moved against my body, i felt the energy

building up in me, so differently… instead of the silky, wet and hot

portal a very tight and hot tunnel… it was too much for me and I exploded

instantly…