February 2008

The man sitting in the seat across from Georgia had a major boner. 
She could see it poking up underneath the expensive fabric of his suit
trousers, despite his attempts to hide it with a newspaper.  She
smiled, yawned, stretched her arms in the air, her sheer shirt tugging
at her breasts.  She was wearing a bra, but she knew with the fabric
pulled taut over her breasts, he would be able to see the perfect disks
of her rosy nipples.

He cleared his throat and stared at Georgia as she smiled, looking
straight at him, and crossed her legs.  As her panties flashed into his
view from across the aisle, she saw his dick pulse under his pants. 
She licked her lips.  What she would have given to go over there right
then and suck his cock into her mouth, covering that hard shaft and
pulsing head with her tongue and lips.  If only he knew what she was
thinking.

She adjusted her coat so it lay across her lap, lifting it just enough
so he could see under as she worked her hand between her thighs,
pressing her fingers upward towards the heat of her pussy.  She wished
she hadn’t worn panties today, she would have loved to flash him her
cunt.  She imagined his expression at the sight of her pouting pink
cunt lips between her shaved outer lips and smiled again.

He was watching her carefully, unable to tear his eyes away.  Georgia
tilted her head back, closing her eyes to small slits so she could see
him.  She parted her lips, running her tongue over them as she angled
her hand, pressing her fingers back against her pussy through her
panties.  God, she was so wet.  She could feel the heat throbbing
against her fingers.

At the next stop, the car filled up rapidly, and the man stood, giving
up his seat to an older woman.  Georgia saw her chance and grabbed it. 
She stood up, reaching for a bar, standing directly in front of him. 
She flipped the back of her skirt up, grateful that she was wearing a
thong.  She heard him inhale deeply as her pale, rounded ass cheeks
came into view.

The train lurched and he fell forward slightly, Georgia moaning as she
felt the outline of his stiff prick through his pants.  God she wished
she could fuck him.  She heard the whisper of a zipper as he released
his cock, and then the incredibly velvet touch of his cockhead against
her skin.  His prick seemed to be as hot as molten iron as it brushed
against her skin.  He pressed the shaft against her bare ass and began
rubbing.

As subtly as she could, Georgia pressed back against the man’s dick,
rubbing back against his dick.  She could feel his hot breath on her
neck, his fingers brushing the crack between her ass cheeks as he
jerked himself off against her butt.  She slipped her hand down under
her panties and rubbed her clit.

“You are so hot,” the man whispered in her ear, and Georgia shuddered
as she came, her cunt pulsing against her fingers.  She stiffened, and
then felt his cock answering her cunt, pumping cum all over her smooth,
round ass.  “This is my stop, gorgeous,” he whispered as the train came
to a halt.  Georgia dropped her skirt and the man stepped around her,
looking impeccable except for the bright spots of color in his cheeks.

She winked at him as he exited the train, hoping he would be on again
tomorrow.  A little fun always made the subway ride go faster.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” I said to Tosh, gritting my
teeth.  He was my wife’s ex-boyfriend, her first love, and I wasn’t
exactly happy to have him over here in the states, much less having
dinner at our house.

“Likewise,” Tosh said.  Suko, my wife, came running in and threw her
arms around Tosh’s neck.  My heart lurched as I saw her pressing her
still-slender, curvy body against his.  They looked like they belonged
together, with their slim frames, dark hair, and brown eyes.  I
swallowed, remembering that Suko had told me that Tosh had a very
large, uncircumcised cock.

The rest of the night was torture, as I sulked, listening to them
catch up on old times.  Finally I said I was going to bed, expecting
Suko to follow, but she just waved to me and told me to sleep tight.  I
lay in bed, but couldn’t sleep, and after a half-hour, I crept out into
the hallway to see what was going on.

My worst fears were concerned.  Suko was lying on the couch, totally
naked, while Tosh was sucking on her pretty, petite tits.  Suko’s
breasts are very sensitive, and she was moaning and running her hands
through his hair.  He licked her breasts some more and then kissed his
way down.  As he moved down, I could see that Suko was already
completely naked.  I held my breath.

Tosh buried his face between my wife’s thighs and began to lick her
cunt.  I groaned to myself.  I don’t like eating pussy much myself, and
I know Suko loves it when someone goes down on her.  Apparently Tosh
was pretty good, too, judging from the way she was thrashing around on
the couch and moaning his name.  I cursed myself, and considered
busting in on them, but my dick was rock hard, and I was curious to
know how far it would go.  I reached inside my pajamas and stroked my
boner as I watched them.

After Tosh had eaten Suko to orgasm a number of times, he pulled up
and smiled at her, his face shining with her cunt juices.  “Fuck me,”
she whimpered, sitting up and nearly tearing off his clothes.  When his
dick bounced free, I saw that she had not exaggerated.  It was at least
eight inches long and very thick.  Suko smiled as she rolled the
foreskin back from the head and licked off the pre-cum that was making
it so shiny.

“Suck it,” Tosh said, running his fingers through my wife’s gloriously
silky black hair.  She looked up at him enticingly as she sucked his
prick into her mouth and began bobbing up and down on it.  I knew that
after my average-sized prick Tosh’s must have been a stretch, but Suko
didn’t seem fazed at all.

When she had gotten his cock nice and greasy with her mouth, she
pulled back and looked up at him.  “Fuck me?” she asked again.  She
leaned back and spread her legs wide, exposing her tight, wet cunt to
him.  I groaned, feeling my cock throb as I remembered how it felt to
slide my dick into that tight opening.

Tosh apparently remembered too, because he was on her like a
jackrabbit, sliding his hammer home inside her as she moaned in
pleasure.  They banged away, first with him on top, then her riding his
stick.  Tosh had the most amazing endurance I had ever seen; he kept
going without getting soft or coming once.

I wasn’t quite as strong as he was, when they switched and he slid
into my wife’s cunt doggie-style, I came, spurting my cum all over my
pajamas.  I quietly crept back into the bedroom and cleaned up as the
sound of Suko’s quiet pleasure filtered through the house.

The next morning, I acted like nothing had happened and asked her how
the rest of their visit had gone.  Suko smiled and said they had
enjoyed their time together and she was hoping to see him again, as he
would be in town for a few weeks.  I felt a twinge of jealousy, but
mostly I got incredibly aroused thinking of the two of them together,
and I told her she should see him as often as she wanted.

Hugh walked into the strip club, his cock already rising as he was
greeted at the door by two young, nubile women, both wearing only
silver g-strings.  He didn’t think their tits were real, but they
looked incredibly tasty anyway.  He headed to a seat near the stage as
the next performer came on.

If his dick had only been at half-mast before, it was definitely
standing up and clapping for this dancer.  She was a petite, slender
Asian woman, with black hair that fell all the way down to her firm
ass.  As she moved down the stage closer to Hugh, she removed her
clothes.  She swung around a pole, showing off her muscular legs and
the slight curve of her pussy underneath her black thong.

The stripper stood facing away from Hugh, and he admired her pretty
ass as she removed her top.  She swung around, petite hands covering
her B-cup tits, and flashed him.  Their eyes met and they both started.
Blushing furiously, Lucy finished her dance without looking at Hugh
and then disappeared at the stage.

Hugh was in shock.  Being a college professor in a relatively small
town, he often ran into his students when he was out, but finding one
of his most intelligent and attractive students working as a stripper
was a new one.  He tried desperately to lose his hard-on so he could go
talk to Lucy, and tell her that her secret was safe with him, but the
image of her gloriously toned and slender body was burned in his brain.
Hugh found himself imagining what she would look like with his cock
thrust firmly inside her and nearly came in his pants.

He gave up trying to go soft and held his coat in front of him as he
knocked on the dressing room door.  Lucy answered, wearing a black
robe.  Her hair was held up in a clip, accenting her pretty features. 
“Professor Conrod, I’m so embarrassed.  I never thought I’d see anyone
I know here.  I mean, I didn’t mean to say that it’s bad that you’re
here, but I didn’t…” she trailed off, obviously flustered.  “You
won’t tell anyone, will you?”

Lucy looked up at Hugh with large brown eyes.  He shifted his jacket
to his free arm and patted her on the shoulder.  “Of course not. 
That’s what I came here to tell you.”

“Oh thank you,” Lucy said gratefully, throwing her arms around Hugh’s
neck and hugging him fiercely.  His dick throbbed against her stomach
as her sweet perfume assailed his senses and her lithe body pressed
against his.  He groaned, trying to pull himself away.  When he looked
down at her again, the look in her eyes had changed.  “I guess you
enjoyed the show.  Come inside and I’ll give you a private dance.”

Hugh let this tiny Asian sexbomb lead him into the dressing room,
which was fortunately empty of other dancers.  She let her robe fall to
the ground.  “Don’t be shy,” she said.  “I felt how much you want this.
And I want it too.  I’ve been watching you since the first day of
class.”

Lucy lifted Hugh’s broad hands to her tits, his palms covering them
completely, her hard nipples thrusting against his skin.  Her fuck-me
high heels made her tall enough to kiss him full on the mouth.  Hugh
surrendered, cupping her breast in one hand, kneading her ass with the
other, pressing his hard-on against the stripper’s body.

They kissed and then Lucy dropped to her knees, undid Hugh’s pants,
and started sucking his prick.  Hugh gazed down at his pretty student
as she bobbed up and down on his cock and knew he’d gone to heaven. 
She sucked him until he was almost ready to come, and then turned
around, looking at him over her shoulder.  “Are you going to fuck me,
Professor?” she asked coyly.

Hugh was ready in an instant, putting his hands on her hips and easing
his throbbing rod into Lucy’s pussy.  She was tight but wet and ready,
and he could watch her expressions of pleasure in the mirror in front
of her as he drove his dick into his student’s cunt over and over
again.  It had been a while since he had gotten any twenty-one year-old
pussy and he had forgotten how hot college women could be.  Lucy was no
exception, fucking herself on his cock so hard that her small tits were
bouncing back and forth.

She came only an instant before he did, pulling Lucy hard down onto
his cock and groaning as he pumped rope after rope of cum inside her
cunt.  He pulled back, gasping, and Lucy turned around and kissed him
again.  “Now,” she said.  “Remember our deal.  This is our secret.”

Hugh nodded and turned to leave, his dick still hanging out of his
fly.  “Will I see you in class on Monday?” he asked.

“Of course,” Lucy said.  “And in your office right afterward.  If you
don’t mind.”

Hugh didn’t mind at all.

I knew I was in for it when I met my wife, Mandy, at the restaurant
yesterday.  First of all, she wasn’t late like she usually is.  In
fact, she was there ahead of me, and had already been seated.  I liked
the booth she’d selected.  Mandy always picks the booth that pleases
her.  It’s part of the privilege of eating out, she claims. 

At any rate, this booth was at the very back of the restaurant. 
Immediately on the booth’s left was a huge window overlooking a park. 
The window was at the very edge of our table, so we had an excellent
view of the rose gardens and any joggers who happened by. 

I noticed immediately that Mandy sat facing the rear wall of the
eatery, another thing odd about her behavior today.  I didn’t dwell
upon this, though, ,and set about scanning the menu for something to
eat. 

I heard something drop onto the floor softly; then, to my surprise, I
felt Mandy’s stockinged foot slide along my inner thigh until it
encountered the bulge of my cock.  I looked at her sharply, but she
merely smiled and studied her own menu.  Her toes nudged at my cock,
disconcerting me further.  Try as I might I could not concentrate upon
the menu. 

The waiter came, a young Hispanic kid of twenty, and asked whether we
were ready to place our order.  “Yes,” Mandy said, and chose shrimp and
a small steak.  The waiter nodded, scribbling, and eyed Mandy’s breasts
openly.  I was used to this.  Mandy had the kind of tits that even
women admired.  She did nothing to conceal them, and dressed to
emphasize them.  My eyes, too, dropped to her blouse-covered tits as
the waiter eyed them.  Mandy was still toeing my cock under the table
when the waiter remembered my presence and thought to ask what I wanted
to eat.  Unable to think, I simply said I’d have what Mandy was having.

He nodded and left.  I tried to look out the window, but Mandy lifted
the scooped neckline of her blouse and fanned herself as if warm.  I
had to look back at her, for I knew she was doing this to capture my
attention.  To my amazement, she opened her blouse, unbuttoning it all
the way, and drew it off her shoulders.  I stared at her tits, not
believing what I was seeing.  She never wore a bra, and today was no
exception.  As I watched her, her fingers caressed her velvety skin,
stroking her nipples into hardness.  In the sunshine that filtered in
through the window, her tits looked truly glorious.  They were
perfectly molded and, although very full, they tilted upward naturally.

Mandy’s fingertips continued to caress her golden mounds.  It was
obvious to me that she loved her breasts, perhaps even more than anyone
else did.  She rolled each round nipple between her fingertips and
plucked at them a little. She nudged the nipples back and forth, then
each hand slid beneath her breasts and rubbed upward over the mounds. 
She did all this without looking at me.  She gazed out the large
window, her thoughts seemingly far away.  She knew I watched her hands
in fascination, for a small smile played across her pink lips.  Her
toes still danced about my hard cock, and I wondered just how I was
going to find relief.  I reached out to her breasts, unable to restrain
myself, but she cocked her head suddenly, as if hearing something, and
smoothly closed her blouse.  She buttoned it, but not completely,
stopping when the waiter appeared.  As delicious as it looked, I was
disappointed at the food’s arrival.  Again, the waiter eyed Mandy’s
breasts, and paused momentarily when he discovered her blouse was
partially unbuttoned.  From my angle, I was not certain just what the
waiter could see.  But, from the look on his face, alook of open lust,
I was certain he saw the side view of one complete, perfectly uptilted
breast.  She lifted her fork and turned her face to the waiter, smiling
at him radiantly. 

“Thank you,” she breathed.  “Thank YOU,” he answered quickly and,
taking one final look, left the table.  I noticed he headed for the
john.  I didn’t bother to contemplate what he would be doing for the
next few minutes.  Mandy, in the meantime, allowed her blouse to fall
open again, just enough to expose one full breast.  Its brown nipple
pouted at me as I tried to eat.  As Mandy continued to toe my cock, I
found eating nearly impossible.  Mandy finished her meal quickly, and a
waitress brought her the doggy bag she requested.  Mandy deftly packed
my uneaten food away.  After slipping on her sandals and checking her
blouse, she led me to the cashier anf then out the door. 

Our former waiter appeared at the lavatory door just then.  I noticed
his flushed face as he forlornly watched Mandy lead me from the
restaurant.  Once we were in the car, I started the ignition, and
almost ran into a wall when I saw Mandy lift herself from the seat,
raise her skirt, and slide down her flimsey red panties. 

“What are you doing?” I gasped in astonishment.  “They are a little
binding,” Mandy purred, kicking the tiny garment away with her foot. 
She did not lower her skirt, and leaned back comfortably, allowing her
knees to fall open.  Taking a deep breath, I pulled the car form the
parking lot.  I avoided driving next to buses and trucks, knowing that
their passengers would get a complete view of Mandy’s blond pussy mound
and delectably protruding labia.  I noticed how her painted nails
combed through the soft curls of her pussy hair, but when I reached
over to stroke the silky hair with my fingers, her hands pushed mine
away gently.  “Concentrate on your driving, George,” she chided me,
then dipped her own fingertips intop her pussy’s wet slit and brought
up a clear strand of her musky sex juice.  I rubbed my cock at this
sight, trying to ease the tension. 

She smeared the juice over her labia, and stroked the intimate skin
rapidly.  My breath quickened as hers did and, as I drove, managed to
watch her masturbate herself to a climax.  I could barely stand this,
and drove as quickly as possible to our home.  I pulled the car in to
the garage, then reached over Mandy to push open her door.  As I
started to get out, her fingers plucked at me.  I turned back,
impatient to reach our bedroom. 

Thoughts of bedrooms dissolved completely.  Mandy sat sideways upon the
seat, her legs dangling out of the car.  Her skirt was completely
raised up high, and she was bent over as if trying to find something
she had dropped onto the garage floor.  Her lean ass was completely
naked and spread wide, waiting to receive me.  I used my hands to arch
her up a little, then plunged my throbbing cock into her rear hole. 

“You shouldn’t tease me like that,” I grunted, as I thrust.  She merely
laughed at me between two panted moans, and pressed her ass higher and
closer to my belly, knowing my cock would never hold a grudge against
her.