I pulled out and watched as my come ran out of her dilated asshole. Then we heard a car drive up. We scrambled for our suits as their parents came home early and I hurried back home. No one was the wiser. I can't wait until the next time I get to fuck these hot sisters.—
L.R., Irving, Texas
THE MOST POPULAR MENU ITEMS HERE ARE MISO HORNY SOUP AND EGG FOO COME
I'm not much of a letter-writer, so I'll get straight to the point. I fucked my Chinese girlfriend in the restaurant where she works as a waitress last week, and it was pretty damned sweet.
I knew something was up when I arrived to take her home around midnight and she beckoned for me to come inside. Normally I wait for her in the car because the wrinkled old fart who runs the place always treats me like I'm a jail-bound gang-banger just because I'm black. Mai has tried telling him that I am a third-year law student, but some people just won't listen.
That night Mai's boss had left her to lock up the place on her own. He, the two cooks and the bartender had gone off to some party. Probably a cockfight, knowing that guy.
Mai was thrilled at the prospect of actually getting a chance to fuck where she worked. I should mention that she is a pretty wild girl who is always up for new sexual experiences. In the six months that we have been together, we have fucked in the stacks of the university law library, behind a fountain on the quad, and on the rooftop of my dorm. She let me fuck her in the ass behind a subway station pillar, and she once sucked my dick in the back row of a lecture hall during class.
This was the first time she had been trusted with the keys to the restaurant where she worked, though. And she wanted to take full advantage of the occasion.
She already had turned out all the lights. The only illumination came from a neon Kirin beer sign over the bar. After clearing place settings and teacups from a table in the middle of the room, she hiked her plain black skirt around her waist, sat on the table, and spread her legs.
Mai never wears panties; she says she always wants to be “ready for anything.” Her glossy black pubic hair is as straight as the hair on her head, but so wispy and fine that it leaves the thick lips of her pussy completely exposed to view. Mai leaned back on her elbows and said, “Hurry up and get your dick out. I want to get fucked hard tonight.”
I unzipped and pulled out my cock. I didn't want to drop my pants, in case somebody surprised us and we had to make ourselves presentable in a hurry. Mai always says I worry too much in these situations, but I figure one of us has to be the cautious one.
Mai rubbed her pussy with her fingers, sliding them up and down in her slit. She dipped her middle finger into her fuckhole and brought it out shiny, then rubbed her clit some more. I pushed the head of my stiff dick against her cunt lips. They eased open like a hungry little mouth around my meat, letting me slide in balls deep.
Mai kept frigging her clit while I fucked her. The white linen tablecloth bunched up under her ass and the table rocked so much I was afraid it might topple. I wasn't afraid enough to stop screwing Mai's incredible pussy though. The muscles inside that tight tunnel were gripping me like a fist. Mai says she does exercises that enable her to clench my cock that way with her pussy. Whatever they are, they definitely work.
I leaned over to kiss her pretty face while I kept sliding my hard dick in and out of her body. That's when I saw a flashlight beam playing across the front window of the restaurant. I pulled out of Mai's pussy and hurried with her to the back of the dining room, my dick bobbing up and down like a club in front of me. From the shadows, we saw a private security guard take a look inside and then move on.
I was feeling spooked enough by then to want to leave, but Mai wasn't going to let anything ruin her plans. She took my hand and tugged me through a pair of swinging doors into the kitchen. When I protested, she said, “Just fuck me until I come, baby. I've got to come, or it won't count.”
That was one of Mai's requirements when she got laid in a new place. If she didn't have an orgasm, she said the fuck didn't count.
Before I could argue, she knelt in front of me and started sucking my dick. I was hard before, but that made me even stiffer. I love watching a girl suck my cock after it has been inside her cunt. Everybody has different ideas about what qualifies as “erotic,” but at the top of my list is a girl licking and sucking a hard-on that is coated with her own pussy cream. Mai's flawless China-doll face looked wonderfully slutty sucking my stiff, chocolate-brown dick.
Soon I couldn't take any more. I picked her up and pressed her body against some stacked cardboard cartons of fortune cookies. I kissed her warm mouth. She tasted like her own pussy. I lifted her completely off the ground so I could impale her hungry cunt with my upright dick. Then I leaned against her soft, yielding body and started fucking her again.
The kitchen smelled like hot peppers, spices and fried wontons. Each time I pumped into Mai's body, we heard the crinkle of hundreds of cellophane-wrapped fortune cookies from inside the cardboard box behind her. Mai gave little yelps of pleasure each time I thrust my stiff cock up into her cunt. One of her hands was at her mound, massaging her clit. She threw back her head and squealed when she came, grinding her crotch against me. I stopped trying to hold back my own orgasm. I felt my load race up my cock and gush into the fantastic warmth of her cunt.
Now that we officially had added the restaurant to Mai's ever-growing list of fuck locations, we fixed our clothes and headed toward the front door to leave. I stopped beside the cash register. “You know,” I joked, “since your boss already thinks I'm a hoodlum, maybe we should rob the old prick.”
“How about just grabbing some take-out instead?” Mai asked, lifting her skirt and flashing her delicious pussy.
It must be true what they say about eating Chinese, because I had to admit that I already was hungry for more.—
M.W., San Diego, California
A FELLOW WITH HIS WOOD UP DOESN'T LIKE GETTING STOOD UP
After pacing back and forth in front of the nightclub for nearly forty-five minutes, I finally admitted to myself that Catherine had stood me up. I had thought that the other guys at my new job were kidding me when they said she was the wacko “no-dating” type who would probably stay a virgin until her wedding night. The reason I doubted them was because Catherine had such a hot body that guys were always hanging around her desk to admire the view. Although she was slender and had a tiny waist, her tits were big and her ass was absolutely perfect.
When I asked her out, Catherine said she would prefer to meet me at the club instead of letting me pick her up. She also said she might have to cancel at the last minute, so I should not be too disappointed if she was a no-show. Obviously, I should have taken that warning more seriously. I was letting my dick do the thinking, though. The prospect of getting Catherine and her huge tits and her sweet ass into bed outweighed all other considerations.
I called her a few names as I walked back to my car. An explanation was due and not by phone. At work I had overheard Catherine talking to another secretary about rents at her apartment building, so I knew where she lived.
She looked very surprised to see me when she opened her door. She was wearing a blue T-shirt that said “Jesus Loves You” and plaid shorts. She said, “Tom, what are you doing here?”
“Just wondering what emergency made you break our date,” I replied.
“Come on in,” she said, looking mortified. “I'm so sorry about not showing up. It was Mother.” She looked meaningfully back over her shoulder at a closed bedroom door.
“Mother?”
“She doesn't like me going out.”
I looked down at Catherine like a stern teacher admonishing a student for trying to use a flimsy excuse. “Catherine, how old are you?”
“Twenty-two.” She looked away. I noticed that her nipples were pushing out against the material of her T-shirt, making little points. What made that even more impressive was that I could tell from other impressions in her shirt that she was wearing a bra.
“Don't you think that's old enough for you to start making your own decisions?”
She blushed and said, “Maybe.” Her voice was lower than before. She was getting turned on. Maybe none of the other guys she had stood up over the years ever had the balls to complain about it. They probably pretended to buy her excuses until they eventually got the hint. They may even have acted like they didn't mind being played for fools.
I had the feeling that Catherine was looking for the kind of man who would be more persistent about getting in her pants. I asked, “Is your mother asleep?”
“I guess so,” she said.
“Can I stick around?”
“If you want.” She indicated the sofa with a little wave of her hand, inviting me to sit down. Her stiff nipples and the hopeful look on her face were telling me something else. She wanted to get fucked. She wanted it so bad she was almost panting.
The situation called for a dramatic gesture. I had never tried anything as bold with another girl, but the thought of fucking this horny little tease had gone to my head. I tugged down my zipper. I wasn't wearing underwear, because I had anticipated ending up in bed with her when I got dressed for our date that night. That made it easy for me to pull out my cock.
I didn't say a word. Catherine stared at my nearly erect prick, then looked in my eyes. She suddenly appeared very self-confident, almost defiant. She stepped toward me and wrapped a hand around my cock. She rubbed my dick up and down against the crinkly material of her plaid shorts. I reached for her tits. Catherine gave me a slutty smile as I ran my thumbs back and forth across her jutting nipples.
She looked back over her shoulder at the bedroom door again, then raised a finger to her lips. I got the picture. This was going to be a strictly silent experience, to keep from waking the domineering old bat in the next room.
Catherine sat on the sofa in front of me, opened her mouth, and put her lips around my cock. She was so good at what she was doing that I wondered how many other guys had gotten past her phony innocent exterior. This was no skittish virgin suddenly discovering the joy of sex. It takes practice to deep-throat a cock without gagging, but Catherine was managing the feat like a pro. I loved the feeling of her lips gripping the base of my rod when my cock was entirely inside her mouth. She reached inside my fly and cupped my balls while she blew me. I had to bite down on the inside of my mouth to keep from moaning.
After a few minutes, she backed off and removed her T-shirt. I reached around her to unsnap her bra. She tossed it away and leaned back on the sofa, squeezing her big tits with both hands, pointing her nipples at me like a whore showing off her wares. The pink halos around her nipples were taller than they were wide, as if the impressive size of her tits had stretched her areolae out of shape.
I silently took off my shoes and stepped out of my pants. I got on the couch on both knees, straddling Catherine's body. She thrust out her chest and held her tits apart so I could put my cock in her cleavage. Then she squeezed both of her soft tits around my tool, making a surrogate pussy. My dick was slippery with her saliva, making it easy for me to stroke up and down in that velvety valley.
Catherine's chin was against her chest, so she took the head of my cock between her lips on each up-thrust. The sofa creaked as I rocked back and forth, fucking her swollen tits. Catherine undid the front of her shorts and slipped a hand down inside her panties. She fingered herself while I fucked her amazing chest.
I wasn't going to let myself come without getting my dick in her pussy. I grabbed the waist of her shorts and yanked them down her legs. Her panties came along with them. Catherine's pubic hair was bushy and full, as if she never trimmed it. When she pulled up her knees, I could barely see her cuntlips through that thick forest.
I didn't have to worry about seeing them. My dick found its way home with no trouble at all. Catherine wrapped her arms and legs around me as I screwed her on the couch, slamming my dick in and out of her tight hole. The sofa springs made muffled sounds each time I pumped her, but we didn't care. Both of us were so totally into our fuck that we had left the rest of the world behind.
Catherine bucked so hard when she came, her swollen nipples tickled her chin over and over again. I shoved my cock into her cunt as far as it would go and pumped my load deep inside her body.
We lay together afterward in an exhausted daze. I said I had to use her bathroom. She pointed distractedly off toward the back of the apartment. In my fuzzy, post-fuck state, I accidentally opened the door that Catherine had indicated was her mother's bedroom.
It was a bedroom, but no one was in it. It also turned out to be the only bedroom in the apartment. The “mother” story was pure bullshit. Catherine lived alone.
I wondered if maybe Catherine really was a little bit wacko. Then I realized I didn't really care. If she was crazy, it was the kind of crazy I liked just fine.—
J.L., Toledo, Ohio
HORNY WOULD-BE AUTHORS TAKE “WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW” TO HEART
My boyfriend Andy and I tried to get into a summer writers' workshop program this year, but neither of us made the cut. We were pretty pissed off about that since both of us intend to be writers after graduation. So we decided to take matters into our own hands. We rented a mountain cabin with no phone, no cable TV and no neighbors within miles. Our plan was to spend our summer vacation putting whatever came into our minds down on paper short stories, novels, whatever.
We didn't get much writing done the first week because we spent most of our time hiking, goofing off, fishing or fucking. Especially fucking. Being away from everybody has been great for our sex life. Andy especially likes fucking me outdoors. We've done it standing in a stream, bent over a smooth boulder, in the branches of a tree, you name it. I love the sensation of warm summer sun on my naked skin when I sit on Andy's hard cock in a forest clearing. I like the texture of bark against my tits when I wrap my arms around a tree as Andy gives me a stand-up fuck from behind. And there is something almost primal about feeling soft grass and leaves under my back when Andy fucks me missionary style on the ground.