Articles by ryan

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.

Miyuki had told Frederick that her name meant “snow” in Japanese, but
he hadn’t realized that it also meant that snow would turn her on.
Normally, the women he dated wanted to stay inside when it was cold.,
but not Miyuki. As soon as it started snowing, she’d insist that they
go outside and build snowmen, make snow angels, go sledding.

There was a particularly heavy storm one January that shut down
schools and roads and businesses, and Miyuki couldn’t have been any
happier. She and Frederick went out and walked through the woods,
listening to the quiet of the world around them, and then they had a
playful snowball fight that left them both soaked and lying in a
snowdrift, their clothes soaked.

Miyuki rolled over onto Frederick and stuffed some snow down his
pants. But instead of it cooling his ardor, he felt himself getting a
major erection. Miyuki’s slender legs were rubbing against his and he
slipped his gloved hands under her sweater to feel her small tits.

“Right here?” he asked her, feeling her moving her hips against his.
The snow was melting in his pants and trickling down his balls.

“Right here,” she said, leaning down to kiss him. Frederick groaned
as she slipped off her gloves and wrapped her hands around his cock.
The snow was still falling, glistening in her long black hair, and her
normally creamy soft cheeks were flushed from the cold. He could feel
her hard nipples brushing against his fingertips through his gloves.
He pinched them lightly, provoking a soft moan from Miyuki, and she
squeezed his prick more firmly.

Frederick rolled over so he was on top, and Miyuki pulled down her
pants. Despite the fact that he was hard and, judging from the heat
emanating from her pussy, Miyuki was wet, it was freezing, lying in the
snowdrift, and they were both in the mood for a quickie.

She parted her legs and Frederick flexed his hips. Her pussy seemed
incredibly warm around his cock after the cold winter air. Snowflakes
landed on his ass as he pushed in deeper, listening to her moans of
pleasure as his hard rod penetrated her softness. He reached down,
sliding his hand between them as he pumped his cock in and out of her
pussy, and flicked his gloved fingers over Miyuki’s hard clit.

“Mmm, I love fucking in the snow,” Miyuki moaned, pushing her hips
back up against his thrusting pole, rubbing her clit against his
fingers. “Makes me so wet,” she whispered, kissing Frederick and
humping his prick faster. With each stroke, his cock was surrounded by
the frigid air, and then by the welcoming warmth of Miyuki’s pussy.
The contrast was arousing, and he rubbed her clit more quickly, anxious
for her to come before he did.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered, and Miyuki did, almost immediately.
He could feel the wetness of her pussy seeping through his gloves, and
her clit throbbing against his fingers. Her hair was covered with
white snow, shining against the black strands, and her lips were
parted, glistening with his kisses. As he stared at her beauty, he
felt her pussy contracting around his cock, and he thrust deep inside
her, unable to hold back any longer.

They came together, snow melting around them, and as soon as they were
done, they hopped up, Miyuki rubbing her chilly ass, Frederick’s cock
dripping white cum onto the white snow. They kissed once more and ran
inside to warm up and watch the rest of the snow fall.

My wife Milly would have made a great old-time movie star, because
she’s really curvy. Not like these thin models you see all the time
now, a real woman - with big, bouncy breasts, sweet full hips, and
thighs you can really grab onto. Like most women, I guess she’s a
little concerned with her weight, but I think she’s sexy as hell.

The other thing I’ve noticed is that she gets checked out a lot when
we’re out together, but mostly by black guys. I try to point that out
to her, so she can feel good about herself, but it just makes her
blush. I think they just like the way she looks, long curly blonde
hair, big blue eyes, and her big, curvy butt.

One time when she was particularly down on herself, I walked up to
this guy I had seen checking her out. “You like my wife?” I asked him.
He was a tall black guy with huge arms, like he worked out a lot.

“She’s fine,” he said to me, eyeing Milly appreciatively. “That’s the
kind of woman you want in bed, all soft, none of that bony shit.”

“Come over here and tell her that,” I said, and he did. He introduced
himself as Eman, and he flirted with Milly like there was no tomorrow.
I could tell she was loving it too, by the way she kept blushing and
her nipples were all hard. I got an idea. I invited Eman over to our
place, and he accepted. I think Milly knew what I was up to, because
she jumped into the car with Eman, and they followed me home. Halfway
home, I saw Milly’s head disappear down into Eman’s lap, and he had a
big old smile on his face.

When we got inside, Eman sat down in the living room while I went to
the kitchen to get us some drinks. “I sucked him off on the way home,”
Milly said, pressing her big boobs up against my back and whispering in
my ear. “He was so hard, and his cum tasted so good. I know you want
me to fuck him, don’t you?”

I turned to look at my beautiful wife and kissed her. “You do
whatever you want, baby. I just want you to know that there are
thousands of men out there who think you’re just as gorgeous as I do.”

We sat around, drinking and talking. Milly and Eman were on the couch
together, and she kept rubbing her tits against his arm and reaching
over and squeezing his bulge. I loved seeing her being so
self-confident, and I was glad Eman was really appreciating her.
Finally he put down his drink and pulled Milly into his arms and kissed
her. He squeezed her big soft tits. It was an incredible turn-on for
me to see his dark hands on her pale flesh, especially when he pulled
off her bra and rolled her nipples around between his fingers.

I don’t know who ever said that black men didn’t eat pussy, but Eman
went at it like a champ. As soon as Milly was completely naked, he got
right down there between my wife’s thick, sexy thighs and planted his
face right on her little blonde curls. He must have been pretty good
at it too, judging from the way she was moaning. He made her come
about three times and then stood up, shucking off his clothes and
smiling down at her.

“You ready for me, you sexy thing?” he asked Milly. She nodded and
reached up her arms. Eman stroked his prick a few times, showing off
how hard it was. “I’m gonna make love to you, baby,” he said. He
knelt in front of her and eased his dick into her cunt. Despite being
a big woman, Milly has the tightest twat you’ve ever known. My dick
was smaller than Eman’s, and it took a while for me to get in. When he
was balls-deep, though, he really began giving it to her, sliding his
meat in and out of her luscious hole, his balls bouncing against her
ass.

Milly was loving every second of it, groaning and sighing as Eman
fucked her. He finally came, thrusting deep inside her and moaning in
pleasure. “You’re so beautiful, baby,” he said, kissing Milly as he
withdrew.

Now Milly actually notices guys looking at her, and she’s gotten much
more self-confident. And every once in a while, I let her take one of
those admirers home, just to remind her how hot she really is.

Thomas turned on his webcam and stripped off his shirt and jeans. His
cock was already half-hard, tugging at the leg of his boxer shorts. He
sat down in the comfortable desk chair and adjusted the camera so it
was pointing at his cock. By then he was completely hard. He opened
the private channel to a few of his close female friends - all single
women in their twenties he had met online. As they watched, he began
to give them a show.

Sliding his hand down to his boxers, Thomas wrapped his hand around
his cock through the material so they could see the outline of his
prick. He pumped it a few times, knowing he was already rock-hard as
he pictured the women sitting there and watching him on their screens.
He aimed his dick to the side and slid the leg of his boxers up so they
could see his cockhead. He was so hard that the slit at the tip seemed
to be wide open and ready to come already.

“Quit teasing us,” one of the women grinned in a private message.
Thomas smiled. He would put on a good show for them. He pulled the
waistband of his boxers down and let his cockhead poke out, pressing
against his stomach. He left it there as he reached down and squeezed
his balls, making his dick throb. He zoomed out for a moment so the
women could see his chest as well and then zoomed back in to a tight
shot on his dick.

“You’re making my mouth water,” a message from one of his other
friends appeared on the screen. Thomas leaned back in his chair,
easing his boxers down lower and lower. He had a surprise for them
tonight. He lifted his hips, pulling the boxers down to his thighs,
but keeping his dick and balls covered with his free hand. Finally he
tossed the underwear aside and pulled his hand away. His dick bounced
in the air.

“You shaved!” five messages appeared on Thomas’ screen at once and he
chuckled. He had shaved his cock and balls clean earlier that night,
just to show it off. The skin around there was smooth and clean, and
even his balls were hairless. He stroked around his dick, feeling it
brush against his hand, showing off. He stood and turned to the side,
letting his cock stick out so they could get a side view.

“That’s so sexy,” a private message whispered. “I’ve got my hand on
my pussy right now, and I’m so wet from looking at you.” Thomas
grinned as he sat back down.

He glanced at the image on his screen of his dick and adjusted the cam
again for a better view. He reached down and began stroking his cock
with one hand. His fist wrapped around the shaft, ending just before
his prominent, helmet-shaped cockhead. He pressed his thumb along the
vein on the underside, letting it brush against the bottom of his
cockhead as he pumped.

“Mmm, I’d love to be sucking that right now,” a woman said to him, and
he jerked his dick faster, knowing she was watching him and licking her
lips. His fingers brushed against his newly shaved skin, and his
cockhead bulged in pleasure. He paused his beating off for a moment to
point his cockhead at the camera, spreading around the pre-cum that had
gathered on the tip.

“Ooh, I’m coming!” the woman who had been fingering her pussy cried
out. Thomas grunted and fisting his prick faster. He leaned back,
gasping as he came. His cock sprayed semen, sending jets into the air,
his dick’s pulsing captured by the camera. He leaned back and smiled
as the women applauded him. He always tried to put on a good show.

“It’s just that the only time I’ve ever eaten pussy, I couldn’t
breathe!” Francesca said.

Jennifer nodded. “That is a problem. It helps if the woman is
shaved, but you have to kind of look up while you’re doing it. Use
your fingers inside her pussy, and lick her clit. You can pull back a
little, too, and just use the end of your tongue, like this.” She
paused and extended her tongue, wiggling it back and forth lewdly.

Francesca giggled. “Okay, I can do that.” She stuck out her tongue
and wiggled it like Jennifer was doing.

“Want to try it out?” Jennifer asked. She stood up and pulled down
her jeans and panties, and then sat on the couch, spreading her legs
wide, her wet pussy pouting at Francesca. Francesca hesitated for a
moment and then knelt on the couch, placing her hands on Jennifer’s
thighs and lowering her head to her friend’s cunt.

Jennifer held Francesca’s hair back from her face and lifted her head,
watching as Francesca extended her tongue and flicked it lightly over
her clit. “Good,” she said. “Now lean a little closer, but use your
fingers to spread the lips apart.”

Francesca did as she was directed, encouraged by the sounds of
Jennifer’s moans. She took deep breaths, trying not to let her nose
dip into the light fuzz of hair above Jennifer’s clit. “Now finger
me,” Jennifer breathed, opening her eyes to check on Francesca’s
progress. Francesca shifted slightly, using her thumb and forefinger
to hold Jennifer’s labia open as her other fingers slid easily into
Jennifer’s pussy.

“In and out, in and out, oh yes, just like that,” Jennifer murmured.
She tilted her hips up slightly, and Francesca moved back, breathing
through her nose. Each exhalation caused the wispy hairs on Jennifer’s
mons to wave slightly. Her fingers, slick with Jennifer’s stickiness,
moved back and forth, tickling the edge of Jennifer’s wet pussy as she
stroked back in. Her tongue was a blur of motion, pushing back and
forth.

“I’m gonna come,” Jennifer moaned, resting her hands on Francesca’s
head. Francesca paused to catch her breath. “No!” Jennifer howled,
pushing Francesca’s tongue back.

“Don’t,” Jennifer breathed heavily, “do that. Keep going, keep going,
or I’ll lose it.” Francesca dove back down, thrusting her tongue
against Jennifer’s clit in quick, hard strokes, the tiny nub springing
back and forth against the pressure. Jennifer began moaning in
satisfaction again, moving her hips in time with Francesca’s tongue and
fingers.

“Okay, here it comes,” Jennifer said. She kept her hands tightly on
Francesca’s head, stroking her soft brown hair, and then she bucked her
hips up frantically. “Hold still,” she gasped. Francesca froze, her
tongue flat against Jennifer’s clit, her fingers buried inside her
cunt. She could feel the tremors of Jennifer’s climax, her cunt
rippling along her fingers as her clit pulsed with her heartbeat.

“Okay, okay,” Jennifer gasped, releasing Francesca’s head and pressing
her hips back down against the couch as Francesca sat up, removing her
fingers slowly. “Good,” Jennifer smiled, pushing her hair back from
her face and grinning. “Very good. Could you breathe?”

Francesca nodded. “Yup. That was much easier. But I’ll have to try
it again to be sure I’ve got my technique down right.”

“You can have a lesson anytime you want,” Jennifer smiled.

Bonnie was nervous. She had never been on TV before, even if it was
just a local news show. She touched her sleek brown hair nervously and
tugged at her skirt, which was riding obscenely high on her thighs.
She knew she should have worn pants.

“Well that’s about it,” Liz, the reporter, said when they were
finished. The cameraman took the tape and left. Liz didn’t move. “I
enjoyed meeting you,” she said.

“Me too,” said Bonnie. Liz leaned forward again, exposing her small
tits. She was braless under her white silk shirt. She placed her hand
on Bonnie’s thigh.

“I’d like to get to know you better, if you have time,” she said, and
her hand slid up under Bonnie’s short skirt, teasing her skin through
her pantyhose.

Bonnie inhaled and before she knew it, Liz’s fingertips were stroking
her clit through her pantyhose and panties. She knew she was dripping,
but Liz’s smile confirmed her wetness.

“Stand up,” Liz said, standing herself. She shrugged out of her jacket
and shirt and pulled Bonnie’s sweater over her head. Bonnie stood in
confusion until Liz took her hands and cupped them around her firm
tits. Bonnie’s cunt grew even damper as she trailed her fingers over
Liz’s stiff nipples. Liz busied herself removing the rest of Bonnie’s
clothes and then her own as Bonnie explored the reporter’s soft tits.

Liz fell to her knees and nudged Bonnie’s thighs apart and then spread
her labia with her thumbs. Bonnie’s clit stuck out, pouting at her
from between the folds of her cunt. Liz flicked at it with the tip of
her tongue, smiling when Bonnie’s legs shook and she clutched at Liz’s
hair. “Do you like to have your clit sucked?” she asked.

A moan was Bonnie’s response. Liz smiled again and began to suck the
other woman’s clit, pulling at it with her lips and teeth. Bonnie
propped one foot on a chair, spreading her legs wide for Liz’s mouth.
As she nibbled Bonnie’s clit, Liz slid her fingers up and thrust them
into Bonnie’s wet snatch, provoking another moan and shiver from
Bonnie.

When her fingers were soaked with Bonnie’s juices, she spread her hand
wide and kept her middle finger in Bonnie’s cunt and slid her pinky
teasingly back to Bonnie’s asshole. As she licked Bonnie’s erect
clit, Liz carefully pushed her small, wet finger into the puckered
mouth of Bonnie’s ass.

“Yes,” Bonnie shrieked, coming before Liz knew what hit her. Her pussy
and ass squeezed Liz’s fingers, the motion of Liz’s hand in her asshole
driving her over the edge. Her clit throbbed against Liz’s tongue,
juices pouring down her hand as she wiggled her fingers, extending
Bonnie’s orgasm.

Bonnie collapsed on the floor as soon as Liz removed her fingers. “Not
yet,” Liz teased. “I want you to eat my pussy like I ate yours.” She
knelt over Bonnie’s face as she lay on the floor, her ass pressing
against Bonnie’s nose, her labia kissing Bonnie’s lips.

Though she had never eaten another woman’s cunt, Bonnie eagerly set to
the task, sucking the cream from Liz’s pussy, exploring the ripples and
ridges inside her twat with her tongue and fingers. She shoved two,
then three, then four fingers inside Liz and listened to the woman’s
howls of pleasure. Smiling, Bonnie continued her assault on Liz’s cunt.

Liz was bucking against Bonnie’s face and pinching her nipples as she
cried out in pleasure. Her slit dripped juices over Bonnie’s face, and
Bonnie was so aroused again she could have come in an instant.

As if reading her mind, Liz leaned forward and thrust her fingers into
Bonnie’s gaping snatch. The women fucked each other, Liz with her
fingers, Bonnie with her tongue, and they rode each other to another
orgasm.

Afterwards, their faces sticky with pussy cream, the women kissed and
caressed each other’s breasts. Bonnie sighed in pleasure. “I can’t
wait for my interview to air.”

“Maybe we should get together when it’s on. We can watch it, spend a
little time together.”

“I’d definitely enjoy that,” Bonnie said, and left the television
studio looking forward to their next encounter.

I was very lucky to have found work as a maid in the home of a wealthy
couple. Esme and Robert were rich and good-looking, and very nice. I
didn’t mind working for them at all. Esme hadn’t been feeling well, so
they asked me to stay the weekend. Esme asked me to help her take a
bath, so I did. I blushed a little when I saw her naked, but she just
eased into the water. I washed her carefully, moving the soft suds
over her long, graceful limbs. It was humid in the bathroom, and I was
starting to sweat, and then when the water sloshed over the edge of the
enormous garden tub, Esme suggested that I take off my clothes.

I shrugged out of the short black dress and white apron that I wore
for work, and knelt by the tub in only my black bra and panties. Esme
was much taller than me, and though we were both thin, she had big
breasts and curvy hips, where I was built petite and small-breasted. I
was surprised to see the soft blonde hair at the apex of her thighs. I
had always thought she dyed her hair. “You have a beautiful body,”
Esme said, running her hand over my breasts.

My breath caught in my throat, and she leaned forward and kissed me
softly on the mouth, tangling her hands through my hair, releasing the
bobby pins that held it back so it fell, long and shiny blue-black,
over my shoulders. She moved my bra strap down my shoulder, exposing
one of my small tits, and idly fingered my nipple as I tried to keep my
breathing under control. I thought she might kiss me again, but she
simply leaned back into the water and closed her eyes.

I finished bathing her, noticing that my nipples were hard and my
panties more than slightly damp, and then I helped her out of the bath
and dried her with one of their fluffy white towels which I had washed
earlier that day. Esme slipped into a short silk chemise and got back
into bed. She beckoned to me, and I walked towards her, slightly
nervous but very aroused.

“Strip for me, An,” she said. I finished pulling off my bra and
stepped out of my panties. Esme smiled and nodded. “Turn around,” she
said. I turned around, feeling my wet cunt lips brushing against my
thighs, and the juices leaking from my slit. Esme smiled at me and
patted the bed beside her. As soon as I sat down, she took me in her
arms and kissed me again.

We lay on the bed, kissing and exploring each other’s bodies. I felt
so small beside her, her beautifully manicured hands tracing patterns
on my breasts and then dipping between my thighs to tease my wet pussy.
She was fingering my cunt when Robert walked in. I noticed him first
and gasped, trying to move away, apologizing profusely.

“Shh, An,” Robert said. He walked over and caressed my face, and I
could see his erection straining under his slacks. He joined us on the
bed, and soon he was naked as well. I was lying between Esme and
Robert as they kissed and caressed me, making me orgasm over and over
again.

“Would you like to eat Esme’s cunt while I fuck you?” Robert said,
kissing my ear and lightly nibbling on my neck. I sighed in pleasure
and rolled over, burying my face between Esme’s thighs. I had never
eaten pussy before, but once I got the hang of it, I loved it. It
tasted warm and sweetly salty, and I really liked the sounds of
pleasure Esme made when I ran my tongue over her clit.

Robert moved behind me and slid his cock into my pussy. It wasn’t
huge, but it was nice and hard, and he began to push it in and out of
my wet, tight pussy with slow strokes. I felt totally uninhibited and
natural in bed with Esme and Robert, and more to the point, I was
extremely turned on.

Esme came first, crying out in ecstasy as I pressed my tongue against
her clit. Then Robert pushed hard against my ass, his hands resting on
my slim hips, his balls slipping over my clit, and I could feel his cum
squirting inside me. We fell asleep on the bed together, and I spent
the rest of the weekend tending to their needs. I still like being
their maid, but I like being their mistress even more.