After my heart started beating again, I kneeled on the floor above Allison, straddling her ass. I had a raging hard-on. I rubbed, squeezed and pulled at Allison’s lovely skin for over a half hour. As the time passed, I bravely made my way closer and closer to her ass, as well as around her sides toward her breasts. I was just getting ready to push my luck when there was a knock at the door.
Shit! A friend of Randy’s walked into the room. He immediately flashed a suspicious look at us. I continued rubbing Allison’s back in a very reserved way. We tried to act like it was just an innocent back rub. Nevertheless, our friend stuck around for a chat and didn’t appear to be willing to leave before me. I told Allison that I hoped I had done some good for her aching muscles and that I’d see her in the morning. Then our friend and I got up and left.
After I left, I couldn’t take my mind off Allison and what could have happened. I had to masturbate to two orgasms before I could get to sleep. It was a shame that we were staying at different places for the weekend. There was almost no chance of picking up where we had left off.
The next morning I knocked on Allison’s door bright and early. She was already up and waiting for me. I helped carry her bags to the car and we took off. Allison spent the weekend with her brother and I spent the weekend with my friend Diane. Allison and I didn’t get to see each other much but (fortunately for my sanity) I spent a wonderful night having sex with Diane.
On Sunday I picked up Allison at her brother’s house a little after noon. In the car, Allison and I made small talk for about three minutes before she asked about my Saturday night. She wanted the unexpurgated version, so I gave her all the details. I had a lot of fun describing it all to her. Then came the part I’ll never forget.
“I’m jealous,” Allison said.
“Huh? What do you mean?” I asked. “Jealous of what?” “Jealous of Diane,” she replied. I couldn’t believe my ears. Allison was staring at me, and I couldn’t think of what to say next. This was the pivotal point in a day that I believe could have turned out differently. Maybe it was because I had had such a sexually satisfying weekend. Or maybe I have a gallant streak I never knew about. I don’t know. All I know is that I told Allison that if we acted on our feelings we would probably mess up a lifetime of choices for an afternoon of pleasure. I sometimes wish I had listened to my instincts rather than my reason.
When I think back to that day, I usually imagine it happening like this:
“I’m jealous,” Allison said.
“Huh? What do you mean?” I asked. “Jealous of what?” “Jealous of Diane,” she replied.
Long pause. “Would you like to stay at a motel with me tonight?” I asked. Allison nodded.
I took the next ramp with a hotel sign, and soon we were pulling up to our room. After dropping our bags in the room, Allison said she wanted to take a shower. I headed out for champagne and rubbers.
When I got back, Allison was blowdrying her hair in front of the mirror, wearing a nightshirt that came halfway up her thighs. I grabbed the ice bucket and told her I’d be right back. After filling the bucket I went back and iced the champagne. I walked up to Allison and hugged her from behind.
“Mmmmm, you smell good,” I said. “I think I’d better take a shower myself.”
“I’ll help,” she said.
“I’m not sure I’m quite ready for that.”
“It’ll be all right,” she said, taking my hand and leading me toward the bathroom. “It will be easier, and a lot more fun, if I give you a bath.”
Allison walked around me and started the bath water. Then she told me to sit on the stool. She took off my shoes and socks. “Stand,” she said. Turning me so I faced away from her, she hugged me from behind, burying her face in my back. Then she ran her hands up my chest and rubbed my pecs for just a moment before starting her hands back down my body. By that time my dick was throbbing and straining against my pants. She avoided it as she ran her hands down the inside of my thighs to my knees. She started back up my thighs and ran her fingers over the bulge in my pants on her way to my belt buckle. Next, she undid my buckle and unbuttoned my pants.
“Be right back,” she whispered, and for a moment those wonderful fingers were gone. Apparently she was checking the temperature and turning off the water. “I missed you,” she said as she picked up where she left off. She unzipped my pants and pulled them down to the floor. Next she started on my shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, starting at the top and then sliding it off my back.
Allison gave me a little kiss on the back, wrapped her arms around me and started rubbing my chest. Then she ran her hands down my sides, hooking her fingers in my shorts as she went, and pulling my underwear down and off.
As she straightened up, she gave me a little slap on the ass and said, “All right. Get in the tub.”
So I did. As I climbed into the tub, Allison slipped out the door. She reappeared almost immediately with the champagne in one hand and plastic cups in the other. She popped the cork and poured a cup for each of us. We both sipped from our cups, and then put them aside. I watched as Allison pinned her hair up. “I don’t want to get my hair wet,” she said. “And I don’t want to get this wet, either,” she added, taking off her nightshirt.
Her body was even better looking than I imagined. Her neck looked long and lovely, especially with her hair up. Her breasts were larger than I thought they would be. Her nipples were bright pink and they poked out about a quarter of an inch. My eyes wandered farther down, focusing on her curvaceous waist and hips. Her bush was trimmed close and I could clearly see her pussy lips. Her legs were fabulous and they were moving closer.
Allison put a towel on the edge of the bathtub and sat down with her feet in the water. She then soaped up a wash towel and started scrubbing my back. Over the course of the next half hour, we sipped our champagne as Allison methodically washed every inch of my body. I was loving every minute of it, but I finally got to the point where I couldn’t help myself any longer. I cupped a handful of water in my hand and poured it down her stomach onto her pussy. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I think I got you wet down there. Let me get that for you.”
With that, I dove for the promised land.
Allison gasped as my mouth started working on her cunt. “Not yet,” she said.
“I’m sorry, but I have to have you,” I said, getting back to it. Allison grabbed my head and held it for a moment. Then she started running her hands through my hair. I really love that.
I was also really loving her cunt. My tongue teased her lips, up and down, left and right. Occasionally, I pushed my tongue as far up her pussy as I could. After a while she let go of my head and leaned back, with her hands on the bathroom tiles, so that I could get even deeper into her cunt. I put a finger up her pussy as my mouth started working on her clit. Allison started rolling her hips and gyrating her pussy; I could barely keep my mouth on her.
“Now!” she grunted as she shoved her cunt hard against my face. I used both arms to hold her legs and ass for extra support and to keep her cunt in reach. Then I stuck my tongue out and shook my head from side to side. Allison started shaking all over. I just left my mouth on her cunt and rode out her orgasm.
After she settled down, I took her hand and helped her sit up. She immediately leaned over and kissed me full on the mouth. Our tongues danced for a few moments; then she pulled away a little and gave me some quick pecks around my lips.
“Interesting,” she said. “What’s that?” I asked.
“I think that’s the first time I ever tasted myself. No wonder you really got into it,” she commented.
She paused to regain her breath. “Thanks,” she added. “That was really nice. Now let’s get you out of that tub. You’re probably shriveling up like a raisin.”
“You might be surprised,” I said. When I stood up my dick was stiffer than ever. After quickly drying off, I headed to the bed with Allison right on my tail.
Once in bed, Allison climbed on top of me. She wanted to take it slowly, and I wasn’t about to argue.
First she kissed my chest. Next she kissed my stomach. Then she kissed my waist. Then—big gasp—she kissed my cock right on the head. She trailed her tongue down the underside of the shaft, teasing the skin with her breath. Allison and I had had frank discussions about her oral abilities before, and now I was getting first hand proof that she hadn’t exaggerated. She sucked my balls while her hand massaged my dick. Then she licked her way back up the shaft until she got to the head, which she sucked into her mouth. She lingered there for just a moment before plunging the length of my cock down her throat.
I was just lying back and enjoying the sensations when Allison stopped cold. “Aren’t you watching?” Allison asked.
“I wasn’t,” I said, “but I will, now that you mention it.”
She made quite a show of it, always trying to give me a good view of what she was up to. Watching Allison lick and suck my cock and balls, it didn’t take very long for me to get that feeling.
“I’m getting close,” I warned, but this only increased her fervor. She pumped her head up and down on my dick like a piston. While watching her lips sliding over me, I came hard and heavy. Allison swallowed every drop.
“Oh God, that was great,” I whispered. “Thank you.” “Turnabout is fair play,” Allison replied. “Now let’s get a rubber on you.”
“Sounds great,” I said. Allison did the honors, which actually made the act of putting on a condom kind of fun. Then she climbed on top of me and lowered herself onto my dick. I really love this position. I hadn’t tasted her tits yet, so I sat up and started kissing her breasts. Breasts always amaze me—mounds of soft flesh tipped with rock-hard nipples. I grabbed Allison’s ass with both hands and hoisted her higher to get a better angle on her tits. Then, on a whim, I stood up. Still holding Allison on my cock, with my hands on her ass, I walked over to the wall and propped Allison against it. Making slow, deliberate movements, I pumped my dick into her all the way to the hilt.
After a few minutes of this, my arms started to get tired. I moved her over to the sink and set her down. I turned her away from me and bent her over the counter. Allison spread her legs and I shoved my dick into her from behind. Looking in the mirror behind the sink, I watched Allison’s tits bounce while I held her hips and pounded my dick home. After a little while of this, Allison started moaning and thrusting her hips back while I thrust forward. I reached around her and rubbed her clit while I continued banging her pussy. She started moaning even louder, and then she came again. Her sticky juices squirted out and ran down my legs. I stood her up, hugged her and kissed her neck.
I led her back to the bed where I laid her down and mounted her missionary style. I kissed her and fondled her breasts while I achieved my second orgasm of the evening. Then she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight.
We spent the rest of the night getting very little sleep. We talked for a while. We snacked a little. We had sex on the floor and in the bathtub. We even gave each other massages before the sun rose again. After showering together, we checked out of the room and headed back to campus so we wouldn’t miss our Monday classes.
Randy and Allison have been happily married for nearly three years now, and are considering having kids soon. I didn’t get Allison, but I do have my memories of one of the best nights of my life.—
T.R., Ann Arbor, Michigan
SHE’S SHIFTING INTO HIGH GEAR WHEN SHE SHOULD BE PARKING
I was living in Northern California and attending college when I met Debra. I had gotten a late start on my academic life at thirty-five years old. Debra was ten years my junior, and was everything I dreamed of in a woman. She was tall, athletic and adventurous. She also had a curvaceous body, slim-waisted with proudly jutting tits, and had a truly delightful pussy, with the fleshiest lips I had ever seen.
We were in a couple of classes together, and soon discovered that we lived near each other. When she asked me if she could catch rides with me to class, I thought it was a great idea. It wasn’t long before our mutual interests led us to share an occasional glass of wine or a joint, and we finally hustled each other into my bed one rainy night, when my girlfriend was away in San Francisco.
Debra loved to fuck and to suck cock, and considered it a worthy challenge to take a big dick all the way down her throat.
She was extremely enthusiastic about sex, sometimes begging me to come on her face or do her in the ass. Although she lived with roommates, and I with my girlfriend, we arranged plenty of opportunities to get it on under the pretense of studying. At times we interrupted study sessions in the college library to sneak off to an empty classroom for a quick fuck, or into the stacks for a blowjob. On the way home from school we occasionally stopped at the beach, or in a deserted area, for a moonlight tumble of outrageous sex.
The backseat of my Ford Mustang had never seen this type of action. Once in a while Debra and I would whisper our fantasies to each other over the phone while we both masturbated. It was a great affair, with lots of memorable moments, but one truly amazing event occurred on a Saturday morning study date.
It was a rainy, foggy day. We drove to the campus parking lot in my car. On the way to campus I played with Debra’s nipples while she unzipped my pants and lightly sucked on my hardening dick. By the time we got to school we were pretty horny, and we thought that, with help from the thick fog, we might be able to help ourselves to a piece of tail right there in the parking lot.
I drove to a deserted corner of the lot, and we started going at it—kissing open-mouthed and fondling each other’s genitals. After a few minutes the car window steamed up and increased our cover. Before long, Debra had slipped her pants off and straddled my lap, facing me, with her feet on the back of my seat. It was easy to slide my cock into her tight, wet cunt. I grabbed her ass to keep it from blowing the car’s horn, and Debra slowly rode up and down on my stiff pole.
We fucked for a few minutes, reveling in the glorious sensations. My balls were drawn up tight, and her rising and falling literally had me on the edge of my seat. I thought I’d blow my load at any moment. I was deliriously happy, but Debra, being inventive and curious, was restless. She mumbled something about “putting things into high gear,” while carefully assaying the cramped front seats of my Mustang.