With my lips stroking your cock, I squeeze your balls gently, and drops of come escape from it. Never before have I tasted anything so salty yet so sweet. I want more. Suddenly you stop and turn yourself so you’re lying on your back. I take this opportunity to straddle you. I tease your cock by allowing only your tip to enter my dripping cunt. You grab my hips and try to have me impale myself totally on you. Not being able to resist, I allow you to fully enter me.
We begin those beautiful rhythmical strokes. I reach down and lovingly squeeze your balls in synchronization. I feel myself building to an overwhelming orgasm, and when you insert your cock, I feel you getting harder and harder. We both quicken the pace and break into a sweet sweat. I start to explode, and you splash wildly inside me as your cock releases. We both moan and grunt wildly.
The outdoor quiet is broken by our sounds of pleasure. I collapse on your chest, still breathing heavily. You wrap your arms around me. I feel fully satisfied now, as do you. We lie exhausted on the blanket, letting the sun dry us off. We’ve accomplished what others only dream out in fantasies.
I lay my head on your chest and become mesmerized by the beating of your heart. You stroke my hair away from my face, lean over and give me a passionate kiss. After what seems like only a brief moment in time, we dress and head back to the bar, where I drop you off at your car.
We look deep in each other’s eyes, both of us knowing that our paths may never cross again and yet neither of us will ever forget our rendezvous today. We kiss one last time and go our separate ways.—
L.R., Montreal, Quebec
HE CAMPAIGNS TO PUT SOME “GIVE” BACK IN THE GIVE-AND-TAKE OF SEX
I met Melissa while I was studying law at a large university. I always gazed at the adorable undergraduates walking around campus. Although I was almost thirty years old, I remained shy and rather inexperienced, and rarely spoke to these girls. Yet their beauty brought tears to my eyes.
Then one day I was sitting alone in a popular coffeehouse reading when Melissa asked if she might sit at my table, since there were no free ones left. I vividly remember my first glance at her face: She had the “Brooke look.” I mean that she reminded me of Brooke Shields as a teenager. She looked gorgeous—very young and innocent, but friendly. She had big green eyes, black hair and small, even teeth. Honest to God, I found out later that she had been a part-time model.
Under the circumstances, I was barely able to stammer out a “Sure.” She sat, and we talked. She had a captivating habit of looking straight in my eyes as she chatted. I found out that she had just started at the honors college a month ago. I discovered, much to my delight, that she seemed to feast off of my opinions, and I advised her freely about classes, extracurriculars, you name it. I managed to stay nonchalant when she talked happily about her boyfriend.
Of course
she had a boyfriend, I thought. She’s beautiful and smart. Nevertheless, I flirted as much as I could, and as we got to know each other better, she admitted that her boyfriend went to another school and they had “agreed to see other people.”
I offered to walk her back to her dorm. She let me and then, at the dorm entrance, smiled and said, “Can I call you sometime?”
Impossible, I mused. There’s no way she’ll ever call. But within a week, I heard her soft voice on my answering machine.
Next we had a wonderful casual date. God knows why, she seemed impressed with me. She even seemed truly excited to ride in my sports car. I had resigned myself to the fact that guys expressed a hell of a lot more interest in it than women did. I definitely hadn’t bought it to lure models! I liked Melissa too, but what primarily impressed me was her face and her compact, delicious body. I craved her. At the end of that casual first date she gave me one paltry good-night kiss, but it left me grinning for days.
On casual date number three, she wore tight black jeans and a little sweater that highlighted her flat stomach by ending right above her navel. I finally got her back to my room. Fortunately, she was a little nervous too. She was breathing quickly—although still looking right at me—and that gave me confidence.
We started to kiss on the couch. At first, she just tentatively poked her tongue in my mouth. I was thinking already, I wonder if she’s still a virgin. She was definitely holding back a little. Nevertheless, as if she had planned everything and wanted to stay in command, she asked if I wanted to give her a massage! She pulled off her sweater and quickly rolled on her stomach.
I couldn’t believe my luck at getting this pretty eighteen-year-old in the sack. But I had a couple of problems, since I had never screwed such a slim, small-breasted girl before.
To begin with, I couldn’t find a clasp on the back of her sports bra, so I just caressed along the thin band of it, along with her shoulders and back.
Then I figured that I’d reach my hands slightly inside the back of her jeans. I could see the outline of her bikini underpants through them, and I wanted to stroke her just down to that line. But her jeans were so damned tight, I couldn’t do it. My hand got stuck, and I had to take it out!
I was so horny now, I turned her over and, without much pretense at massage, started to touch her cute little breasts through the sports bra, marveling at how the Calvin Klein insignia circled her taut pale skin. But I still didn’t know how to deal with the bra. I wondered if I could casually hoist it up over her head. Unsure, I just lifted it over her tits.
She immediately sat up and climbed on my knee. I leaned forward and kissed her nipple, then sucked softly on it. As it got hard, she let out a little sigh and started to rock back and forth on my leg. I sucked for all I was worth, and as she got more and more aroused, she ground her crotch into my knee. I held her by the hips, and she enjoyed the friction and sucking.
As always, though, she wanted to orchestrate things, whispering, “Keep going, just like this.”
So I did, and she humped away, eyes now closed. Soon she let out a few gasps, whispered something unintelligible and moaned. She shuddered as she came in her jeans. After a few moments, she smiled and said, remarkably, that she thought it was time to go—she had to study or something!
She was an incredible cock-tease, I realized, but what could I do? I was already under her spell. I let her dress and go without a word of surprise or disagreement. At least I’d gotten to second base. I became frenzied to arrange another date, and this time I vowed to go farther.
On that next date, though, I had still more delicious stuff to learn. We were back in my room, on my bed. Both of us were slightly drunk. This time I pulled off Melissa’s shirt to find a green satin bra with a front clasp. I had never tackled one of these front-openers before, but after taking a deep breath, I moved my slightly trembling hands to her chest and unsnapped the bra on the first try!
As before, I concentrated on her delight. Once again she perched on my knee, and I watched as she gyrated, gasped, murmured something and came. Now was my chance.
Before she could leap off the bed, my hands were at her waist and I undid the top button of her tight CK blue jeans while rolling her on her back. Much to my chagrin, the jeans were button-fly. I had never owned a pair of button-fly jeans or had occasion to strip them off any girl, so I didn’t realize that you could just pull down and unbutton all the buttons at once.
I fumbled with the first damn brass rivet until, after what seemed like eternity, I managed to guide it through the buttonhole. As I forged ahead to the next metal button, my fingers brushed against the waistband of Melissa’s bikini, which matched her bra.
She thought I was going so slowly in order to tease her, and she started to squirm with lust. “Hurry up!” she whispered urgently. “Make me come!”
She was eager for more sex, and like a sap, I accommodated her immediately rather than taking this opportunity to sweetly “torture” her a little. Instead, I plunged my hand down between her denim and her briefs. I really had to push a little to get my hand down to her vagina. Her panties were already very wet from her first orgasm, and I just rubbed up against them with the little room my hand had in the confined space of her clothing.
I had now managed to get my hand trapped down both the back and the front of Melissa’s pants! Still, it worked out great for her. The pleasure made her bounce around, and my trapped hand was securely in place and never lost contact with her clitoris. She thrashed and moaned with excitement. Soon she was convulsing again, and my fingers felt her genitals suddenly get even more juicy.
Now, as she relaxed and caught her breath, I had ample time to undo the rest of her fly and pull her jeans down her legs. It was then that she smiled shyly at me and said she wasn’t ready to go all the way and we should leave our underpants on. Once again I obliged the beautiful freshman. I went down on her, licking vigorously, then nibbling at her satin panties. Occasionally I would push the panties in and out of her slit, then lick her clit again. She shoved her crotch at my face, pounded her little fists against the bed and treated herself to a third orgasm.
I so wanted to fuck her now, but she explained that she was still a virgin. Was she really? She appeared at the same time to be kind of innocent, and yet selfish and slutty. She said she even prevented her boyfriend—I’d forgotten about that jackass!—from getting too carried away by making sure that they always left some clothes on. She confided, though, that his “thing” was so long that it sometimes poked its way over the top of his shorts.
Well, that didn’t make me feel so great, especially since, so far, she had only indifferently rubbed my dick. As you will imagine, I wanted to prove myself and take control for a change.
She seemed a little tired, but I kissed and stroked her some more to get her heated up again. It worked, and this time as I caressed her vagina I worked a finger in her. She seemed a little startled at first, but then her face became contorted with ecstasy. I guessed that this wasn’t a first for her, no matter how innocent she acted. Still, she was hungry for experience, and could hardly stand the joy of flicking my finger.
More juices poured out of Melissa. This time she whispered, “Hurry! I’m almost there!”
She was shivering and tense, poised at the brink of climax. At that moment I stopped abruptly, giving her a taste of her own medicine. I quickly got on top of her light body, helped her wrap her legs around me and started to hump. She went wild with lust. We mashed our underpants together. I concentrated on keeping my cock pushed against her most sensitive spots. I felt her wetness seep onto my penis.
As I began to ejaculate, I reached down and made sure that my cockhead was free. It felt much better that way, and I creamed all over. I had an amazing orgasm—after waiting so long!—while my young bedmate pushed demonically against me, setting her off as well. Because I’d kept her waiting too, her fourth orgasm of the night was the most intense. She cried out and rolled her head from side to side as she came in her panties. The pretty freshman was all tuckered out from sex and fell asleep next to me. I was elated.
Although I’m sure I realized that I could never keep a girl like that for long, I couldn’t hide my shock when I called her the next week to arrange a date. She was cold and gave me some excuse about an appointment that evening with her teaching assistant. I thought, good luck to him, the bastard!—
N.O., Springfield, Massachusetts
SHE GETS HIM BY WINNING A BET, THEN WAITS EIGHT YEARS TO WIN ANOTHER ONE
All through high school I’d had a big crush on this guy named Mickey. I was totally infatuated with his all-American good looks, tan skin, athletic build and gorgeous brown eyes. I had made it very clear on several occasions that I wanted him. He was very shy and quiet, but there were occasional playful glances and a few instances of mild flirting—just games, really—so I kind of knew that the feeling was mutual. Unfortunately, the timing was never quite right for us to get together, and we never did.
It wasn’t until a few years after high school graduation that we finally did manage to hook up. One night I was hanging out with a few of my male friends, one of whom was Mickey. We were driving around downtown in my car, trying to find somewhere that we could just hang out and drink a few beers (in this particular town places like that are few and far between).
I finally told the gang that I knew about a secluded place on a quiet boulevard where we could all go for a while. With a disbelieving smirk on his face, Mickey, who was sitting beside me, said, “Yeah, right. If you can find a secluded place on the boulevard, I’ll do anything you want!”
The guys in the back seat laughed and rolled their eyes, but my pussy was telling me that this was the night! I did know a spot, a dark parking lot behind some buildings that was deserted at night. I put the pedal to the floor, and we were there in a jiffy. “Is this secluded enough?” I asked as we got out of the car.
Without any hesitation, Mickey grabbed the beer and handed it to our friends. “Go take a walk. A long walk …” he said.
I tried to act cool, but it was difficult. My heart was racing, my nipples were hard and I was well past the point of being ready. Without another word, Mickey grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him. I could feel his cock pressing through his pants. My heart raced when he kissed me for the first time. It was without a doubt the most loving and passionate kiss I’d ever experienced.
Shivers ran down my spine as Mickey picked me up and set me down on the trunk of my car. He lifted up my skirt and pulled my panties aside, exposing me to him fully as I just closed my eyes and let him do what he wanted. He bent down and his tongue immediately penetrated my cunt. Strangely, it felt both cool and warm as he moved it up and down, licking my pussy and clit with his thick, fat tongue. I moaned and giggled at the same time, and that’s when I came.
I sat up immediately and kissed him so that I could taste my cunt juice. I think he liked that. Knowing that our time was limited before our drunken idiot friends would be back to interrupt us, Mickey wasted no time sticking his cock inside me. It was larger than I was used to, but I was so wet that it went in with no problem. I moaned with pleasure and looked deep into his dark, sexy eyes. We both released years of built-up sexual tension as we came simultaneously. Our time together was short, but it was oh so sweet—and it was definitely worth the wait!