May 2007

I was stationed in Hawaii when I met Kalani, and on the weekends I
would go to her apartment, spend the weekend there. She lived in a
high rise with a huge balcony overlooking the ocean. We were out there
one Saturday afternoon, sipping drinks in the nude and getting tanned.
Kalani was lying naked on her stomach, her smooth brown skin and dark
hair glinting in the sunshine. I reached over and ran my hand down her
back, tracing her spine and then slipping my finger between the cheeks
of her ass.

Kalani sighed softly and parted her legs slightly for me. The dark
pink bud of her anus winked at me. I slipped my fingertip over it,
provoking a shiver along her back, and then dipped down between her
legs. She was moist and warm already, and I parted her pussy lips
easily. When my fingertip bumped against her stiff clit, I got up,
kneeling behind her on her deck chair, and spread her legs even wider.

Pushing her ass up in the air, Kalani moaned and flexed her anus, the
eye winking at me. I chuckled softly and slid two fingers along her
slick cunt lips. She pushed back against me, and my fingers slid
softly into her folds, warm stickiness trickling along my fingers.

I pushed my legs forward and slid under her, making our bodies into a
69. Kalani laughed quietly and lowered her cunt to my mouth, sliding
the lips back and forth against mine. Her juices were tangy and warm,
coating my face, and when I sucked her clit into my mouth, she gasped
and pressed back harder.

Kalani’s tits were brushing against my thighs as she lowered her mouth
to my cock. She didn’t always like to suck cock, but she must have
really been in the mood that day, because she swallowed it right away.
So there we were, the heat of the Hawaiian sun on our bodies, my mouth
on her pussy, and hers on my prick. I lapped at her cunt, sucking down
her sweet cream, until she came, and then I let my own load fly.
Kalani swallowed it and then licked my cock clean.

Neither of us said anything, we just lay there, soaking up the sun and
relaxing. I felt a cool shadow cross over my face, and looked up.
“It’s gonna rain,” I said. “We’d better go inside.”

Kalani rolled over and stretched. “Let’s watch it roll in.” The storm
came quickly, and soon our naked bodies were spattered with raindrops.
I tried to get up to go inside, but Kalani just rolled over on top of
me. With her tits rubbing against my chest and her mouth nibbling on
my ear, I didn’t have a chance. I sprang another boner almost
instantly, and Kalani turned around, facing away from me, and slid down
onto it. From this position, I could finger her asshole as she rode my
prick, and she could rub her own clit, which she loved.

The rain was pouring down, and I had to close my eyes to keep it from
getting in them. Kalani didn’t seem to mind, though, she was still
bouncing up and down on my stiffy, rubbing her clit. Her mouth was
open, and she was drinking in the rain as it coursed down her body,
making her skin shine. Her long hair, streaked with red from the
sunshine, was soaked, and more water ran down into her ass, trickling
over her cunt and making the squelching of her pussy louder.

Kalani threw her head back, her wet hair whipping wildly, and came, her
pussy clenching around my cock. I thrust upwards, feeling the spunk
shooting from my balls into Kalani’s pussy. Before I had even shot my
last rope, she pulled off my dick and ran inside, giggling. I joined
her, leaving the rainstorm behind, but keeping my memories of the
afternoon.

Some people thought it was weird that Josh had become a manicurist. It
wasn’t a job for a man, they said, it wouldn’t make him enough money,
they said. But he loved it. Because of what he was doing right now.

His client smiled at him and shifted her feet against the towel lying
in his lap. Josh stifled a groan as he felt his prick harden. His
client was named Teresa, a pretty, slender brunette with gorgeous feet.
She came in every other week for a pedicure, and Josh looked forward
to it immensely.

Rubbing her feet with a warm, gentle motion, Josh massaged the lotion
into Teresa’s feet. She shivered and jerked. “You always tickle,” she
laughed.

“I don’t mean to,” Josh smiled. His cock was so hard he was sure
Teresa could see it tenting the towel. He moved with firmer strokes,
rubbing each one of her slender, pretty toes. God he loved his job.

“I hate my feet,” Teresa complained, watching as he moved his broad
hands over her arches.

“Why? They’re gorgeous,” Josh said in honest astonishment. “Look at
these beautiful toes, each one perfectly shaped.” He ran his fingers
over her toes, his dick pulsing in delight. “And the perfect curve of
your arch,” he trailed his finger along the side, making her shiver in
delight. He glanced up and saw that Teresa’s nipples were sticking out
against her thin T-shirt. “And your skin is so soft,” he slid his
fingers over the top of her feet.

“You’re just flattering me,” Teresa giggled, but he could see that her
cheeks were flushed. He wondered if her pussy were wet right now, a
thought that made his cock jump again. Pre-cum was running down the
shaft, seeping along his balls.

“No, I’m not,” Josh managed to choke out, watching Teresa shift, her
tits pressing out as she arched her back. “I see feet all day. Yours
are beautiful.”

Teresa extended her feet and pressed her heels against Josh’s dick.
“That’s what I thought,” she said softly.

Now it was Josh’s turn to blush. She didn’t seem put off, she just
pressed harder, making his dick throb. Josh grabbed her feet between
his hands and squeezed, letting out a slight moan. “I have to, ah,”
here she pressed down on his cock again and he groaned. “I have to
paint your toes now.”

“Please do,” Teresa said, smiling and leaning back in her chair, not
moving her heels from where they rested on his prick. With trembling
hands, Josh took out the polish and began to paint her toenails.

As the tiny brush moved over her toes, Teresa slid her hand down over
her chest, tweaking her nipples lightly. Josh gasped and the polish
skidded off onto her toe. “Careful,” Teresa whispered, moving her hand
lower. She parted her thighs slightly and slid her hand between them,
pressing the heel of her hand against her pubic bone.

Josh was trying to concentrate on painting Teresa’s toes while watching
her rub her pussy through her tight black leggings. Her eyes were
closed, her lips parted slightly, and under the clatter of noise in the
nail salon, he could hear her moaning.

“Oh god,” Josh moaned. Teresa smiled, her eyes still closed. He could
see her fingers flexing, pushing the fabric of her pants against her
pussy. He took a deep breath and finished one foot. She shifted
slightly, pointing her index finger, pressing her pants into her cunt.
Extending her leg, she pressed down against his cock with her free
foot, making him groan and the polish skidded again.

“Yes,” Teresa hissed, and she jerked forward in the chair, holding her
fingers hard against her pussy.

“Oh god,” Josh said again, watching his client come. Her heels pressed
firmly against his cock, and as he watched her groaning and coming, his
cock jerked, spitting hot cum all over the inside of his pants.

Teresa leaned back in the chair, her breasts rising and falling
rapidly. “Shit, yeah,” she moaned. “You know how to give a pedicure.”

Josh couldn’t help but smile. “I’m a professional,” he smiled.

They weren’t twins, or even sisters, but Ana and Lana looked almost
identical. They played it up, dressing alike, getting the same
haircut, and going absolutely everywhere together. Everyone knew who
they were. They liked to say that they were like a “two for one”
special. If you were lucky enough to interest one of them, you’d get
the other one for free.

And that night I’d been very lucky, because Ana and Lana were sitting
on either side of my on my couch. Ana’s full mouth was sucking on my
neck, and Lana’s small hand had slipped under my shirt, provoking an
instant erection.

“David,” Anna purred. “Can we have some wine?”

“Mmmm, wine would be heavenly,” Lana sighed.

I didn’t want to move, but I didn’t want to upset them. I came back
with the wine bottle and three glasses, and nearly dropped everything
when I saw what they were doing on the couch. Ana and Lana were both
stripped to the waist, kneeling facing each other, kissing. Ana’s
hands were exploring Lana’s A-cup breasts, pulling the long nipples
like knobs between her fingers. Lana’s own small hands were busy in
Ana’s shoulder-length dark hair.

They turned and smiled at me. “Would you like to watch us?” Ana asked.

“We’d like that,” Lana added.

I nodded dumbly and the girls turned back to each other, kissing
passionately. Ana kissed her way down Lana’s neck and then took her
nipples in her mouth, running her tongue around them in circles. Lana
reached down Ana’s back and slid her hands under her panties, caressing
the cheeks of Ana’s ass.

Releasing Lana’s tits from between her lips, Ana sat back and both
women pulled off their skirts. Lana lay down on top of Ana and they
began to kiss again, running their hands over each other’s bodies.
Ana’s knee slid between the other woman’s thighs and Lana pressed her
pussy against her soft skin, grinding her clit into Ana’s knee.

I sat back in a chair and undid my pants. If I wasn’t going to
participate, the least I could do was stroke my meat a little. I
didn’t want to disturb the beautiful scene that was unfolding before
me.

Lana rode Ana’s leg until she came, squealing and squirming as Ana
laughed. Then the two women switched places, so Ana was on top, and
formed the sweetest 69 I’ve ever seen. It was obvious that they’d done
this before, and that they enjoyed it. As they tasted each other’s
cunts, they moaned. It made me almost dizzy, watching their fingers
explore each other’s cunts and assholes, tiny thumbs tweaking each
other’s clits. Ana’s hair fell forward over her face, hiding my view,
but I could hear the slurping and moaning sounds of a truly well-eaten
pussy.

After Lana had come a second and third time, and Ana had ridden Lana’s
lips to two orgasms herself, the girls rose and beckoned to me. My
pants were around my ankles since I had been beating off, and I nearly
tripped in my rush to get to them.

The women laughed and helped me out of my clothes, and then they led me
into my bedroom and I lay down on the bed as they knelt beside me. I
closed my eyes and surrendered to the feeling of their small, soft
hands touching my body.

At first they teased me, stroking my chest and my arms, over my stomach
and then down to my thighs, barely touching me, and skirting my aching
cock. “Would you like us to touch your cock?” Lana asked innocently.

“Would you like us to suck your cock?” Ana teased.

“Please, yes,” I moaned. And just like that, I looked down and saw
Lana’s hands wrapped around my shaft as Ana lowered her sweet mouth to
the head of my pulsing dick. Lana jerked me off lightly as Ana’s wet
mouth moved over my cockhead. I felt Ana’s finger teasing the edge of
my asshole as she swallowed me. When she thrust a finger inside and
Lana’s hands tightened around my prong, I couldn’t hold back, and I
came in Ana’s mouth.

Ana held my seed in her mouth and then she and Lana leaned forward and
kissed each other, sharing my cum. That sight kept my dick hard as a
board, and desperate to keep going.

“Who gets to fuck him?” Ana asked Lana.

“I’ll do it,” Lana said. “I want him to come inside me.” And with
that, she knelt over me and lowered her tight little cunt onto my stiff
prick. I would have moaned, but at the same time Ana was pressing her
cunt down onto my mouth.

They rode me together, Lana on my prick and Ana on my face. Since I
had just come, it seemed to take forever before the cum built in my
balls. Lana and Ana didn’t seem to mind. Ana turned to face Lana so
my nose was pressed against her ass and I could hear them kissing and
giggling as they stroked each other’s clits.

We all came together - my hot wad shooting deep inside Lana’s tight
little cunt, and Ana’s hot pussy twitching against my lips and tongue.

Curling up under my arms, Lana and Ana snuggled up next to me. “Did
you enjoy that, David?” Lana asked.

“We certainly did,” Ana giggled.

“Absolutely,” I sighed. And that was the truth. Ana and Lana were the
best two for one special I’ve ever gotten.

The inside of the track was reserved for people like us who came in RVs
or with tents and camped out there the entire weekend. It was only
Friday afternoon but things were already in full swing. The race was
going on outside the track, but no one seemed to be watching. We
walked through. All around us people were going wild. The sun was
setting, the air was getting cooler, but it didn’t seem to put a damper
on the party mood. Pete and I paused where a large group of people was
gathered. The crowd parted slightly, allowing us a view of a wild orgy
going on. Three men and four women were rolling around, fucking
wildly. I felt Pete’s hand on my ass, squeezing lightly, and I got
instantly wet. It was so arousing to see people just getting off like
that.

As the night went on, things got even wilder. Women were walking
around topless. I had never seen so many bouncing tits in my entire
life - big, small, firm, soft. It was like Mardi Gras, except women
were giving away fondles for free. After I got comfortable, Pete
talked me into taking my shirt off, and I got even wetter from the
looks and grabs I was getting. One guy even stopped me to suck on my
tits! I really got into it, sticking my chest out, wiggling my ass
under my cut-offs.

We were standing by one of the fences, watching a woman who was on her
knees, deep-throating about the biggest cock I had ever seen, when I
felt Pete’s hand sliding between my thighs. He worked his finger under
my cutoffs and then my panties.. He fingered my soft, spongy cunt for
a moment and then pushed my hair aside, kissing my neck. “You’re so
wet,” he whispered in my ear, sliding his finger deep into my pussy. I
moaned, grabbing his thighs and leaning back against him. His hard-on
pressed between my ass cheeks, throbbing insistently.

Pete kept fingering me, and my eyes were closed as I moaned, feeling
him kiss down to my shoulders and then back up my neck. I felt his
other hand moving up to my tits, squeezing softly, pinching my nipples.
I pressed back against him, harder, sliding slightly up and down,
feeling his erection gliding along my ass. He fingered me more rapidly
and I groaned aloud as I came, my cunt squeezing his fingers, juices
trickling down my thighs, my cutoffs soaked.

“Open your eyes,” Pete whispered. I did, and saw that the woman had
finished blowing the guy and was wiping his cum off her face with her
hand. The group of people was now watching us. I got uptight for a
minute, and then Pete started stroking my clit. “Just relax, and go
with it.”

So I went with it. I turned around, bent over and slid down my
cutoffs, to the cheers and whistles of the crowd. I wiggled my ass a
little, spread my legs and showed off my cunt. Pete was grinning,
dropping his pants, and stroking his cock. On my way back up, I licked
his dick from root to tip, making my tongue as long as possible. The
crowd hooted and hollered again.

“Let’s fuck,” I said, grinning at Pete and kissing him on the lips. We
moved into the center of the circle, people hooting and calling all
around us. I was blushing, but I was also wetter than I had ever been.
I had never done anything like this before, but it was a real turn-on
to have all these people watching us.

Pete lay on his back, his stiff cock waving in the air, and I slid down
onto it, feeling his hot rod deep inside me. When I was fully impaled
on his cock, another raucous cheer went up from the crowd. Pete
grabbed my hips and I started bouncing up and down on his dick. My
tits were jiggling, Pete was groaning, and the crowd was going wild. I
couldn’t stop coming, and I could hear my cunt squishing wetly as I
slid along his pole.

“I’m gonna come,” Pete moaned, provoking another howl from the crowd.
I pulled off his dick and stroked it a few times, my hand sliding over
my own juices. Pete groaned and his load shot high up into the air as
the crowd roared their approval. Both of us were coated with grass and
cum, and we kissed each other, grabbing our clothes and heading back to
our RV. I couldn’t wait to do it again.

One night, my date and I went to see a show at the local theater.
Apparently, due to being a late show, during the middle of the week,
there weren’t many people in the room. We sat in the back, as usual,
to get the view of the picture and of the others that were watching it
too.

Well, the movie that we were watching was a romantic thriller that was
going around (perhaps you heard of “9-1/2 weeks”?). The movie was
starting to get interesting, when as the actors started to get into one
of the make-out scenes, my date had placed her hand on my lap and
started to rub my throbbing member. I didn’t expect this from this
girl, since this was our first date out, and guess that she was showing
some interest, in both the movie and myself.

I decided to take appropriate action; my hand moved onto her leg, and
started to trace it’s way up under her skirt. I could feel her move,
to allow my hand better access to her privates. I stopped for a
second; It just came to me that she wasn’t wearing any panties at all,
and that my fingers were touching her moist,dripping vulva. As I
probed her canal with one of my fingers, i could hear my zipper being
undone and feel my throbbing member being taken out of its restraints.
after a few moments, we were both masterbating each other, while the
actors got into it on the screen. We looked at each other, and must of
thought the same thing….no one was looking and the theater wasn’t
really packed…

She got up and sat down on my lap. I could feel her hands guiding my
pulsing rod inside of her dripping mound. As it was going in, she let
out a low moan, realizing that she dare not draw any attention to us.
Finally, she was sitting completely on my lap, with my rod completely
buried inside her. we started to rotate our hips, grinding ourselves
together as the movie was going on. Everytime that the something
exotic was happening on the screen, we’d both be turned on by it and
change our rhythms to match the feelings.

After a few moments, we both built ourselves up — maybe due to the
excitement of being caught in the theater, or just doing it in a
non-private place. Our bodies trembled, as we both started to drench
each other with our respective juices. when the trembling stopped, i
reached in my pocket for a hanky, and we disengaged ourselves.

I cleaned myself up, as she reached into her purse for some napkins for
herself. We both continued to watch the movie, finding that it was
interesting that no one caught us in the act. After the movie was
over, we left the theater. This would be a night that we’d both
remember.

Sometimes a couple that lives together learn each other too well. How
can I be proud of myself, when the guys in the old
neighborhood would call me pussy whipped if they knew what
happened. You see, I was telling my girl friend that I had
enough money set aside to buy my mother a really nice birthday gift.
Her response was “Oh, that’s nice.” Little did I realize that she
had plans for me and this money.

The next morning, I getting ready for work, and she says “I’m not
going to work today, I’m going shopping.” I think to myself,
funny, didn’t she tell me yesterday that she was broke? Then, the
boldness comes through. “I want the $200.00 you were going to spend
on your mom.” At this point, I’m in disbelief. “You must be nuts,
if you think I’d do that”, I tell her. Here’s the problem. She knows
me. She walks up to me and immediately puts her left arm around me,
and her right hand between my legs. With a handful of groin, she
looks me in the eye and says, “Are you going to give me the money now,
or do I have to make you give it to me?!” Well, I’ve always feared
being in this situation because I’m so weak when it comes to sex,
and I was beginning to think she knows that. I tell her, “There’s no
way you could ever get me to give you this money. You must fucking
be nuts!” I reply arrogantly. With her hand searching for the outline
of my dick through my pants, she begins to smile. Trying to
hide my nervousness, I smile too. Now is my only chance to prove
that I’m strong enough to resist her, or she’ll do this to me every
time she wants something. “So, you want an early morning goodbye
before I go to work eh?” I say nervously. She responds, “You
better believe it!” This is where I make my getaway. “Sorry, I don’t
want to be late for work today. Besides, I don’t want you to think
that you could influence me for that $200.00 in any way.” She then
lies down on the bed, on her back and spreads her legs flat on the
bed. She’s wearing pink bikini panties, and no top. She begins to
rub the top of her thighs, and kisses the air while closing her eyes.
Her hand reaches underneath her panties, and she starts stroking
herself. After a deep sigh she hikes up her hips, and remove her
panties. With one hand on the hills of her chest, and the other hand
in the wetlands, she becomes very aroused. I, on the hand, attempt
to finish getting dressed, but watching her in the mirror. She catches
me watching and grabs her leg backward with arm and starts to
moan.

She and I notice at the same time that I have stopped moving,
and started watching. She gets up and begins to undo my trousers, and
rub me with both hands. She says, “Tell you what. I’ll make you a
bet. If I come first, you’ll get breakfast in bed everyday next week.
If you come first I’ll get the $200.00.” I can’t take this bet. Some
women can go on and on forever. I don’t see myself winning this bet.
“No, why don’t we just get down right here anyway?” I say feeling
her hands still stroking me gently. She then gets down on her knees
and then puts my dick in her mouth. She wraps her tongue around the
tip, licks the shaft on all sides, then deep throats it slowly. Then
she stands up and says “No, only a bet will do today!” Shit! Well,
what would you do? Of course I gave in. I angry too. I’m removing my
clothes cursing about my mother birthday present, being pushed into
the bet, and warning her this had better be fair.

So, now I’m nude lying on the bed, waiting for her to return for the
other room. What’s she doing? She emerges with a white stockings,
a black leather garter and red high heel pumps. I think I in
for something different. She walks around the bed like a tiger
stalking it’s prey. She grabs the back of my neck and proclaims, “My
pussy needs eating!”. Well, this is my chance to win this bet. I
know she loves this. She eagerly straddles my face, and demands
action. I kiss the inside of her legs and begin to rub her clit.
I move my hand to her breasts and play with her nipples as I move my
tongue in and out of her pussy. She begins to move with my
tongue movements. She also reaches back for my dick. As she plays
with it, it becomes rock hard. There was my mistake (and my $200.00
gone). She jumped on to my dick and began to move slowly. At first, I
didn’t understand why she made her move so quickly, except than maybe
she was about to lose the bet. Then she began to speak,”Now is the
time I win the bet, because you are about to come.” I thought to
myself, “shit, I ain’t ready, what’s she talking about?”.

She goes on, “Aren’t you ready to give me your cum?” She repeats
herself, “Aren’t you ready to give me your cum?” I say “NO!” Her
pussy begins to tighten up. She starts squeezing my dick around the
head, then starts squeezing as she moves down on it. This is
driving me nuts. Now is the time to think about baseball, my
mother’s present, anything. She then grabs my jaw, and forces me to
look at her. Looking me straight in the eye she says, “Gimme you cum
now. Shoot it right in my pussy.” She then start riding me hard.
“You’re going to lose the bet, so you may as well come! Come on, gimme
that cum!” I’m still trying too resist. Good thing too because
she’s enjoying this more than I thought. I notice that she slowing
down. I say, “What’s wrong? Getting too turned on?” This is my
chance. I start banging her hard and furious. “Who’s coming now?
Uh?” I grinning because she looks like she’s about to explode. I
suddenly realized I was at the brink of orgasm. She looks me in the eye
and says “Gotcha! You can’t stop now!” She rides me until I
can’t stop. But wait! Obviously, her domination and seduction of me
turned her on a great deal. She’s losing control too.

She screaming for me to come, and I am, but she is too. I’m
trying to take advantage of her state, and I start jamming my dick in
her pussy with almost an angry force. I explode in an orgasm that
seems to never end. She’s got her hand over her mouth, but I feel her
body quake. We began pointing at each other. “I’ll take breakfast
before I get dressed next week”, I say. “Sorry, but you didn’t win,
I did!” she quickly points out. We argue for a couple of
minutes, then begin kissing. She says, “I don’t really need the
money, but we need to try this again.” I’ve never been that turned
on in my life, but I won’t tell her that.

“Keep the money, I just want you” she says rubbing her hand on my ass
and kissing my face.

I left for work that morning about $200.00 poorer.

I am not an actor but I’ve been on stage since she left. I don’t know
if you understand what I’m saying. See. It’s this feeling stuck to
everything I try like a thick, second skin, that I can somehow not
only wear but also see. It’s like reading the script of some kind of
weird play that goes, on and on, with no apparent end, and everyone
involved knows, by some misterious process, what to say and do.

If I go to the Club on a Friday evening, the whole crew will be there
before I make my entrance: lights, costumes, sound, cast,…They look
so natural and yet I know it’s been rehearsed a thousand times before.
My lines will stretch out slowly but firmly in a precise sequence:
“Hi, guys. What’s going on?” “Fine, fine, and yourself?” “Oh! Thanks”
“Well, I’ll get myself a beer. Stout, please” “Oh! Nice to meet you. My
name is Allan.” “Sorry. Would you repeat it?” “Yeah. It’s been
wonderful lately. Too bad it changes for the worst on week- ends”

How many times have I said the same predictable phrases? How many
different intonations and inflexions have I used? How many Fridays
have I ground under the stone of routine and emptiness? Fuck! I miss
her!

You see. It’s not only her presence. It’s something more subtle running
in my veins. It’s like a promise. Something you can not touch, nor
see, but you know it’s there. It’s the drive to fully know her and to
see the world through her eyes. The possibility to dive in her and see
myself immersed in the whirlwind of her passion. The need to possess,
not only her body but also her spirit. Do you know what I mean? She
was real. She was an ever changing picture, diffuse, impossible to
capture, but she was tangible. I don’t know. Maybe I’m becoming
paranoid…She haunted me.

How did I know her? I think I’ve told you before. Well, anyway…Do you
remember last year when I was talking about doing some wind surfing on
the Caribbean? I finally did. Two weeks in Cancun. Well, this
particular resort I went to is not that expensive, considering what
you get. You’re right. And on top of that, the beach over there is
just wonderful for sailing. Yeah!. Well, at the beginning I wasn’t
that sure. After all, going on your own in those places is always so
unpredictable. But Mark’s visit influenced me. The thing is that I met
her there.

The first night in Cancun there was a welcome party. Some sort of
buffet and music and mingling with the hosts and the rest of the
guests. I was introduced to her by the wind surfing instructor. Did
you ever meet Charlie? Yeah. Well, Mark told me about him being there,
that was another reason for my visit. The thing is that she was
interested in learning how to wind surf and Charlie mentioned my name
and one thing followed the other. We chat a little and I made some
jokes and she laughed. We found out that we lived in the same city,
which was a surprisingly nice coincidence. I liked her immediately. Why
he didn’t go after her? Well, I think Charlie had some other person in
mind that night.

After the party I went to the disco. I’ve had a couple of drinks, so,
it wasn’t that bad. Just enough gas to help me release the accumulated
stress of the last months. She was sitting with some people I vaguely
remembered seeing somewhere. Maybe at the party or at the
airport…Why her? It’s hard to tell. Blame it on my hormones or some
trauma from childhood. I don’t know. She wasn’t utterly gorgeous.
Pretty, yes, but nothing out of this world. Maybe it was something far
beyond the physical…Well, you know me. I wouldn’t had gone for her
if she wasn’t attractive. Yeah. I know. But I’m not going to feed
myself horse-shit. Not at this point in my life.

Did I ever show you her picture? Oh! She was like 5′7″ or maybe 5′8″.
Slim. She had wonderful legs. Brown hair, blue eyes. What attracted me
was the aura she had. It was like if she didn’t belong there. Oh! No.
I didn’t mean that. It was more like if I could read some clues on her
moves, or on her skin. She was talking and laughing but I sensed that
she had this feeling of awkwardness. She wasn’t completely at ease.
There was this tension…Well, I’ve learned the hard way, you know.

I approached the group and after the introductions was offered a place
at their table. After some chatting I asked her for a dance and she
refused. She said something about her being clumsy. Well, that was
what I needed to make my night. I displayed all of my charm and
politeness to convince her that she should dance with me. I told her
that that was the first lesson of her wind surfing training. A few
drinks later, after some bargaining and a few intelligent compliments
displayed along our conversation, she agreed. The minute I hold her
close to me something clicked for the two of us. I knew that she felt
the same. Isn’t that amazing? I can’t explain how but I just knew. v
There we were. The dance floor was packed with people and yet we were
alone. At first we talked a little but when the slow pieces started we
just concentrated on the dancing. I could feel her warm and flexible
body held against mine. Her soft breasts heaving tight against my
chest, following the waves of a mystic song. I still remember her
fragrance. Fresh and crisp like spring water and blooming orange
trees. I could feel the delicate texture of her skin in my hands and
forearms. I found myself surrendering to desire. I could sense it
growing from the depths of my soul, sweet, soft and familiar, invading
my chest and limbs and filling my sex, slowly but steadily. Somehow I
guessed that she was feeling the same because she didn’t back off. By
then I had this bulging tightness in my crotch and she was rubbing it
gently and yet firmly with her pubis, with every step we made.

Time and space disappeared under this spell, helped by the dimness of
the disco. I don’t know how much time we spent there but I recall her
moving her head to make our cheeks meet. The feel of her face was so
smooth and delightful that I felt compelled to kiss her. With my first
kiss she shuddered. I said something to apologize but she didn’t let
me finish. “It’s allright” She said and pressed herself closer to me.
And that was all that I needed to know. I gave her slow and tender
kisses on her cheeks, brow, eyelids, chin, and nose, before reaching
for her lips. These were full and sweet as cherries. I kissed them and
sent the tip of my tongue to explore, gently probing every corner of
her lips. I slid my tongue inside to taste her beautiful mouth. She
joined my kiss with her naughty tongue, touching mine lightly. With
every brush I could see stars exploding in my brain and in my groin.
Then she sucked my tongue in full, making swirling, and delightful
movements. Now my tongue backed off and hers trailed across my lips
and I admitted it in my mouth, touching it again with mine. At this
point my legs were stiff but hardly as my penis. All that was
important on Earth that night was to possess her, to make her mine, to
melt myself inside of her.

I went for her left earlobe, kissing and nibbling it while our breath
was getting heavier and heavier. I realized that we weren’t dancing
anymore. She was rubbing her sex against mine with delicate, small,
circular movements of her hips and she was whispering incoherent words
that took me a while to undestand. She wanted me. Just as much as I
wanted her. She told me to go to her room.

We left the disco and climbed the steps up to her place. I recall that
vividly. She held my hand and was guiding me. At a point in time, when
we reached the terrace, I stopped her and we kissed passionately. My
hands exploring her shoulders, back and buttocks, while she trembled
with desire and licked my tongue frantically, presssing her body
against mine. The sky was dark blue and some stars were shining
timidly, afraid perhaps of giving a more intense light and reveal our
lust to the world. It was something coming from the roots of our
souls. We wanted each other. We had to have each other’s body or die.
It was a scream coming beyond reason and reality. And it was saying:
now!

You know me. You know what I’ve always thought of single’s bars and one
night stands, and yet I was there with this stranger. No. No. I don’t
think it was the alcohol. It was more than that. That night we had to
make love together. I felt the call on my bones and I think she felt
it too. She was the first and only woman on Earth for me. I was there
for her. I would have given up anything in my life in order to get
her. She had haunted me, and I wasn’t about to fight the feeeling.

Oh! Sorry. Sure, sure…Do you want me to order another Scotch for you?

“Hey. You,” Cookie said. She may have been built small, but she was
what was commonly known as a pistol. She was just over five feet tall,
slim and delicate. Her black hair was cut short and sassy, and her
brown eyes sparkled with life.

“Me?” Michael asked, looking around. He was a good foot taller than
Cookie, so he had to look down to see her staring up at him, her hands
on her slender hips. “What did I do?”

Cookie giggled, her small tits bouncing under her shirt. “Nothing.
You’re cute.” She stepped forward and ran her hands over his chest,
tweaking his nipples lightly. Michael gave a gasp that was somewhere
between surprise and pleasure, and he felt his cock starting to grow at
the attentions of this petite vixen. She tossed her short hair and
gazed up at him. “Think I’m cute?”

Michael nodded dumbly. From this angle he could see down her shirt.
Her puffy nipples were hard, and it was decidedly distracting.

“Wanna fuck?” Cookie asked. She slid her hand down his stomach and
pressed it firmly against his cock. “Guess so,” she said, grinning at
the hard shaft pressing against her palm. Without waking for a
response, she grabbed him by the belt buckle and led him somewhere more
private. She closed the door and practically leaped into his arms,
wrapping her legs around his waist and grinding her pelvis against his
erection.

Michael groaned, cupping her ass in his hands and pulling her more
closely towards him. He had never had a woman be this forward with
him, but he didn’t mind at all. Her high cheekbones were flushed with
pink, which would have made her look demure, if it hadn’t been for the
way she was humping his prick through their clothes.

Keeping one hand wrapped around his neck, Cookie moved the other down
between their bodies, impatiently fumbling with his trousers until his
cock sprang free. She jumped down, pulling off her own tight leggings,
and then slid back into his arms.

Cookie was so slim that Michael was able to lift her without any
difficulty and settle her onto his dick. Her pussy was tight and wet
and hot around his cock, and he gritted his teeth to keep from coming
immediately. Cookie, however, was having none of his patience.
Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she pressed her feet against his
ass and began bouncing up and down on his dick. Her movements were so
lively that his balls bumped against her ass with each downstroke. Her
juices dripped down his shaft.

“Rub my clit,” Cookie demanded. Michael blinked, and then, supporting
her with one hand on her ass, reached down and rubbed her clit. Though
her pussy was tight, her clit was big, and she started coming almost as
soon as he touched the stiff nub, massaging the delicate nerve endings
with his fingertips.

“Yes, yes, fuck me,” Cookie was practically growling, her pussy
clamping firmly over his dick as she came. Michael was groaning, and
sweat was standing out on his forehead.

“I’ve got to come,” he said. He glanced around and found a chair.
Setting Cookie down on it, keeping his dick inside her, he rested his
fists on the chair and began fucking her harder. Cookie slipped her
legs over his shoulders, allowing his dick to penetrate even more
deeply, and she squealed in noisy pleasure as he thrust into her tight,
sloppy cunt. With a groan, Michael thrust forward, grinding his hips
against her pussy as he came. Cookie pushed back on his shoulders with
her feet and the rest of his cum poured out over her stomach. Cookie
rubbed the spunk into her skin, and then hopped to her feet. “Thanks!”
she said, pulling on her pants and kissing Michael goodbye lightly.

Michael shook his head as he got dressed. “That’s one tough Cookie,”
he said to himself.

The only good thing about ending up in a military hospital was the
nurses. Bill knew this, but he had never gotten to experience it
firsthand. But now here he was, laid up recovering from a nasty case
of the flu. It was driving him crazy that they wouldn’t let him go
back to work yet, he felt fine.

Kiah strode into the room, moving briskly and purposefully as usual.
Bill whimpered in pleasure as she bent over, her knee-length skirt
rising up to show off her slender legs. Her hair, as usual, was pinned
up in a tight bun, but it still shimmered a shiny black, and Bill could
tell that if it were loose it would reach all the way down to her
pretty little ass.

“Time for your bath,” Kiah said as she walked toward him. She was
holding a soft white sponge and a shallow pan of warm, soapy water.
Bill looked at the sweet smile on her face and her soft pretty hands
and felt himself getting hard already. He blessed the day he had
gotten shipped off to Korea, and he even thanked the germs that had
landed him in the hospital in the first place.

With practiced hands, Kiah stripped off Bill’s hospital gown, revealing
his prick, which was waving proudly in the air. She smiled at him and,
ignoring his raging erection, began to bathe him. The warm water
flowed over his skin as Kiah’s hands massaged his muscles, which were
sore from being in bed for so long. Unfortunately, her gentle touch
did nothing to alleviate the throbbing in his groin, and soon his dick
was rock-hard and it’s there was pre-cum leaking from the tip.

As Kiah’s hands moved lower, Bill began to tremble in pure excitement.
He could smell her skin, the soft scent of orange peels and flowers,
and when she leaned forward he could see corrects the swell of her
small breasts peeking out from under her bra. Though she was slim and
petite, her hands were strong, and he felt himself relaxing even though
he was getting harder and harder.

All of a sudden, Bill felt Kiah’s hands wrapped firmly around his dick.
He grunted in pleasure and thrust his hips up involuntarily. Kiah
squeezed his cock, and a drop of clear pre-cum slid down her elegant
fingers. Keeping one hand wrapped tightly around his shaft, she lifted
her fingers to her mouth and licked off his juices.

“Baby, I want you,” Bill whispered, reaching out and slipping his hands
over her breasts. The rough fabric of her nurse’s uniform brushed
against his palms as he massaged her nipples through the fabric. Kiah
pulled up her skirt and climbed onto the bed with him, straddling his
thighs and exposing her sweet pussy to his view.

Her hands were still wrapped around his cock, gripping it tightly as
she pumped up and down, making the flesh swell even bigger against her
palms. Bill could feel Kiah’s cunts dripping warm cream onto his
thighs. He wanted nothing more than for her to take his throbbing pole
inside that warm hole.

As though she were reading his mind, Kiah moved up and enveloped his
cock inside her slick tunnel. Bill unbuttoned the top of her uniform
so he could play with her tits as she rode him. With his free hand he
grasped her hips lightly and guided her up and down his pole. He held
her nipples between his fingers, tweaking them gently. Kiah was
moaning in pleasure as her slick cunt lips pulled at the loose skin of
his shaft.

When she had established a steady rhythm, Bill moved his hands to
Kiah’s clit and flicked it lightly with his fingertips, still pulling
at her nipples and pushing his hips up, listening to her noises of
ecstasy. She came rapidly, her cunt grasping and throbbing around his
aching rod. Bill clenched his teeth and tried to hold back his own
release until she came again.

By now Kiah was making so much noise that Bill was sure the entire
hospital could hear. Neither of them cared though, Kiah was an
absolute ecstasy. Bill coaxed her to another orgasm, and she cried out
in delight as her clit throbbed. Unable to hold back any longer, Bill
pushed his hips up one last time and unloaded his balls deep inside
Kiah’s pussy.

“Well, now I’m going to have to clean you up again,” Kiah said, moving
off Bill’s cock. He held her tightly, kissing her passionately,
listening to her sigh in pleasure as he fingered her to another orgasm
and then sucked their combined juices from her pussy. She cleaned him
off and dried him and then kissed him goodbye. “I’ll be back
tomorrow,” she said as she left.

“I can’t wait,” Bill said, smiling. This recovery period wasn’t going
to be so bad after all.

I first met Georgia about a year ago, when I was moving in my new condo
in West Palm Beach. She was tan, trim, big busted for a petite lady
and the divorced mother of two children. She was very out going, with
a steady stream of questions, local information, and the latest gossip
going around the complex.

Over the next few months, I became a regular visitor, dropping by
Georgia’s apartment after work and on Saturday mornings. She never
seemed to mind, and occasionally she would drop by my place if she
hadn’t seen me for a day or two. I never thought much about her,
sexually that is, as she never mentioned a boyfriend and appeared to
never date or even go out with the “girls”. She was fun to be with,
but I just figured that she would rather give her time to her children
than be hanging out in some bar or whatever. She never mentioned sex,
except to joke about never wanting it anymore, or being “no mans land”
was better than putting up with a “man” hanging around wanting it all
the time. I would laugh and call her “Ms. Chastity” and then let it
drop. My impressions of Georgia were to change, radically.

One Sunday morning I was unloading my car from a business trip, when
Georgia appeared on the steps in a long tee shirt and apparently
nothing else. She seemed normal enough, laughing and talking as usual,
and following me between the car and the apartment. When I was
finished she ask if I would like some breakfast and I said sure. I
followed her back to her apartment, expecting to be greeted by her
kids, and figuring I’d have a good but noisy breakfast. As I walked in
behind her, there were no kids, no noise. She noticed my looking
around and said that the kids were over at one of their friends house
and that she had the day to herself.

As I stood in the kitchen doorway, Georgia proceeded to start gathering
the makings for breakfast. As she bent over getting the eggs from the
refrigerator, I couldn’t help but notice her bare cheeks peeking out
from under her tee shirt. Now my mind started to question the Ms.
Chastity name, as I looked at her smooth rounded butt, a tan line
evenly marking the boundary of what was to be seen and what was to
remain hidden. As I stared at her bare bottom I started getting an
erection. Still bent over, she turned and asked if I wanted jelly or
butter on the toast. That was my first glimpse of her large breast, as
she waited for my answer. My mind was racing beyond comprehension and
the bulge in my pants was noticeably showing. She answered herself
with a single word. “Jelly”.

I stood there with a dumb smile on my face and my mind frantically
searching for a way to see more. I didn’t have long to search, as she
turned her back towards me and bend over to retrieve the toaster from
under the counter. Her whole ass was now bare, staring right in my
face. I was spell bound as my eyes swept down her luscious cheeks only
to be met by a glistening, smooth shaved pussy. My erection strained
against my pants, my heart rate soared and my mouth when dry. I heard
myself stuttering out the word “jelly”, as she raised up and sat the
toaster down. Noticing the now apparent growth in my pants, and the
startled look on my face, she asked me if I liked jelly on other things
besides toast. Trying desperately to regain my composure, I nodded yes,
as she picked up the jar of jelly and started for the kitchen door. As
she walked by me, she let her hand brush against the front of my pants,
squarely rubbing across my erect dick hiding underneath. She said with
a wink “Lets see if you really do” as she walked into the dining room.
Slowly I followed, trying now to figure out what was really going on
here, or if it all was only a dream and I would wake up still on the
airplane.

As I entered the dining room, all doubts disappeared and reality hit
home. Georgia was totally naked, laying on the table, legs up and
spread. Her large breasts rose like mountain peeks, tall and firm,
lavishly decorated with dark, large nipples. Her belly, creamy white
flowed downward with seductive curves luring my eyes even further down.
Down to a smoothly shaved, beautifully full pussy, glistening from
anticipation and expectation. I stood in silent amazement and wonder,
full of a sudden admiration for the stunning body before me. She broke
the silence with a giggle as she spooned jelly all over her pussy and
then cleaned the spoon on her nipples.

“Breakfast is served” she announced. She didn’t have to call me twice.
Without hesitation I dove in. With long strokes of my tongue I started
to make my way through the jelly. She gasped when my tongue found its
mark, parting her smooth lips and making it way deep within her pussy.
Slowly I worked my way up to her clitoris, first gently flicking it
with the tip of my tongue, then increasing the pressure until she was
moaning and gasping at a growing volume. Quickly I would dart my tongue
deep inside her then quickly return to her clitoris until she exploded
into a long, loud and violent orgasm. I continued to lick her,
covering every surface of her quivering pussy that my tongue could
reach and at the same time, trying to strip my clothes off. She was
gaining quickly on another orgasm by the time I could get my pants off
and she had starting to suck and lick her own nipples. With one final
plunge, I drove my tongue deep into her wet pussy. She erupted into an
even bigger orgasm, shaking and quivering, pounding her ass against the
table violently. As she settled down, I aimed my rock hard dick at her
soaking wet pussy and drove it home with one long, quick plunge. She
sat almost upright, rolling her hips up and down matching my thrusting
dick. Locking her legs around my hips, she pumped ferociously, gasping
and moaning louder and louder. I leaned forward, capturing a nipple in
my mouth and started to suck on it. She pumped harder and faster,
until I started to climax, blasting my cum deep inside her. She
exploded in an intense, frenzied orgasm that seemed to last for an
hour. And with one final gasped and faint cry she collapsed back on
the table, pulling me down on top of her. We lay there for a long,
silent time, caressing each others body, savoring the moment.

Funny thing though, I still laughingly call her Ms. Chastity, but about
three Sundays a month, I stop in for breakfast with Georgia.