It's An Open House Part 9

"So," Georgette said finally, smiling at me, "aren't you glad you took a break from studying?"

"h.e.l.l, yes!" I replied truthfully. "And please feel free to interrupt me at any time!"-L.H., Berkeley, California HER HUSBAND PREFERRED DRINKING TO LOVING, BUT SHE CRAVED BLACK MEN ANYWAY.

I would like to share with you an unexpected s.e.xual experience I had not long ago. I had a coworker named Ralph who had a very bad drinking habit. I didn't particularly care for him-not because he was white and I am black, but because he could be very obnoxious at times. Nevertheless, when he was ticketed for drunken driving and lost his license, I felt sorry for him, and I agreed to drive him to and from work until he could make other arrangements.

I was a little early the first morning I stopped by his house to pick him up. His wife answered my knock. She was a strikingly attractive blonde, wearing a transparent negligee over a pair of see-through thong panties. Her t.i.ts, with their long pink nipples, were plainly visible, and I must say they were twin beauties.

Her husband was just getting up, so she invited me in and offered me a cup of coffee. As she preceded me inside I could see she had a beautiful a.s.s, nice and round. The strap of her thong was buried deep in the crack of her a.s.s, and from the back it looked like she was completely naked. When she poured me a cup of coffee I could see the luxuriant mound of her blonde p.u.s.s.y hair and the thick lips of her c.u.n.t. Needless to say, my big black c.o.c.k was standing at attention.

She told me her name was Megan, and we made pleasant conversation while her husband got dressed. She made no attempt to change into something less revealing. I had never actually seen a naked white woman before, except in pictures, and I really liked it. I badly wanted to stick my d.i.c.k up her c.u.n.t. All during the day at work I could not get that beautiful woman off my mind. It was too bad, I thought, that she was married to a loser like Ralph.

The next morning Megan was wearing the negligee again, but this time without the thong panties. It gaped open slightly, and I could tell that she was aroused; her nipples were erect and her c.l.i.t was swollen and red. Maybe I had a chance at that p.u.s.s.y after all. As she stood close to me I took a chance and put my arm around her. She responded by pressing her body against mine. Our lips met in a deep tongue-searching kiss. My hand groped for her p.u.s.s.y. I thumbed her c.l.i.t and slipped a finger inside her. She moaned and pressed closer to me. Then we heard Ralph approaching, and broke apart.

After that I made a habit of getting there early each morning. While Ralph got ready, Megan and I did some heavy petting. We got bolder and bolder, until one morning I took out my d.i.c.k and pushed the head of it against the opening of her c.u.n.t. She begged me to put it all in, and with one thrust I was b.a.l.l.s-deep inside her p.u.s.s.y. I f.u.c.ked her furiously, but before either of us could come we heard her husband's footsteps. I quickly pulled out, and just got my d.i.c.k back in my pants before he came in. "Another time," Megan mouthed at me, and I smiled and nodded yes.

The right time came sooner than I had antic.i.p.ated. One night Ralph and I stopped at a bar on our way home from work, and Ralph started drinking heavily. Soon he was falling-down drunk. He was nearly pa.s.sed out by the time I got him home, and Megan helped me get him laid out on a couch. In a minute he was unconscious, and Megan and I were in each other's arms.

We kissed long and pa.s.sionately, her lips sucking at my tongue. She slipped out of her dress, and she had nothing beneath it. Her beautiful t.i.ts were bare and inviting, and the lips of her c.u.n.t looked like rose petals. I kissed and tongued every inch of her fabulous body. Megan sucked and licked my c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s. Finally I couldn't hold back any more; I had to put my c.o.c.k into that sweet juicy p.u.s.s.y. Man, that woman could rotate her a.s.s! We finally climaxed together, and I shot a large load of come deep inside her c.u.n.t.

As we lay resting, Megan told me that when Ralph had first told her that a black colleague would be picking him up for work, she had been interested even before she saw me. She had planned to show me her p.u.s.s.y and t.i.ts, and she was hoping I would want her. It had been too long since a black man had f.u.c.ked her. A black boyfriend had taken her cherry, and she really loved black d.i.c.k. I pounded her hot tight blonde p.u.s.s.y twice more before I left that night, and her husband slept through it all.

Every night after that we would go to a bar, and Ralph would get drunk and pa.s.s out. I'd take him home and Megan and I would f.u.c.k.

One time a friend of mine was getting married and I gave a bachelor party for him. I invited Ralph and Megan, who were the only white people there. Some of the guys kept giving Ralph free drinks, and when he pa.s.sed out Megan f.u.c.ked eleven of my black friends. Her blonde p.u.s.s.y could take a licking and just kept on d.i.c.king!

Am I still f.u.c.king Megan? You bet I am. The woman just can't get enough black d.i.c.k.-Name and address withheld HE STOPPED TO HELP HER CHANGE A FLAT TIRE, AND GOT A REWARD HE DIDN'T EXPECT I am a twenty-eight-year-old single man, and I work as a salesman for a lumberyard. As part of my work I travel around the area to call on various builders and construction sites.

One late summer day last month, after making several calls with some success, I was driving between towns when I noticed a van pulled off the road with a flat tire, and a nicely dressed woman next to it. I pulled over and offered to change the tire for her. She was glad for the help. As I got out the spare tire I noticed some grocery bags in her car. While I was changing the tire I checked out the lady. She had a nice figure, sparkling green eyes and long auburn hair that cascaded around her pleasantly attractive face.

When I finished changing the tire she offered me some money. I told her I couldn't take her money, but I would settle for one of the apples I had seen in her grocery bag. I said I often stopped to help people, and just hoped that if I was ever in trouble, someone would do the same for me.

The lady smiled and opened the door of her van, saying, "I have something for you." I thought she was going to give me an apple, but instead she turned and sat on the floor of the van. Then she reached out and grabbed my belt, pulling me closer. To my amazement, she then unzipped my jeans and pulled out my stiffening c.o.c.k. She looked up at me with a twinkle in her eye and wrapped her lips around the head of my d.i.c.k, which became rock hard in a matter of seconds. She ran her tongue around the rim of my c.o.c.khead, and then sucked on it, making it bigger. She slowly ran her tongue up and down the sensitive underside of the shaft as she caressed my b.a.l.l.s through my pants. Soon she was sucking in my whole c.o.c.k, right to the base. By now I was running my hands through her beautiful hair. Periodically, she would glance up at me. She really seemed to be enjoying what she was doing, and I was just loving it!

My hips were moving, pumping my c.o.c.k in and out of her mouth. Now she undid my pants and pulled them down, along with my shorts. Her hands grasped my b.u.t.t as she went on sucking and licking, her tongue tickling the sensitive underside of my c.o.c.k. I felt a wet finger circling my a.s.shole, and then it was worming into my a.s.s. I was going crazy; this woman was incredible!

My breathing was getting coa.r.s.e, and I broke the silence to say I was going to come. "Hmmm," she moaned appreciatively, and intensified her motions. I had an amazingly intense o.r.g.a.s.m. I just kept coming until I thought my b.a.l.l.s were going to shoot out of my c.o.c.k.

"That was good," she said, smiling at me. "I love to suck c.o.c.k, and that was quite tasty." She looked at her watch and said, "Twelve minutes, not bad." I pulled up my pants and she headed around to the driver's seat. She said, "Thanks again for everything," and then started up the motor and pulled away.

I went back to my car and sat there for a few minutes, stunned but happy. When I got back to the yard, and my coworkers asked how my day had gone, I told them it was the best ever!-H.E., Joplin, Missouri WHO WAS THE s.e.xY NUDE NIGHTTIME VISITOR? IT WAS HIS FRIEND'S WIFE, OF COURSE My wife and I love reading your magazine, and I would like to tell you the true story of what happened to me a few years ago. I lived in Pennsylvania at the time, and traveled all over the western two-thirds of the state as a representative for my company. One particular stop on my route was in a small town, and the people I worked with there, a couple named Josie and Craig, became very dear friends. They often invited me to spend the night at their home, since the nearest motel was about thirty miles away from where they lived.

Craig was a fun-loving person with a ready smile and a collection of wild stories that he would share at the drop of a hat. His wife Josie was a beautiful woman, with the kind of figure one dreams about, but usually sees only in magazines. She could cook up wonderful meals and was always fun to be around. But there was never a hint that she was interested in me in any way.

One night, after eating a well-prepared meal at their house, I was planning to get back on the road; but because of the lateness of the hour, and the fact that a blizzard was being predicted for the area, I was persuaded to stay the night.

After spending what remained of the evening in pleasant conversation, we bade each other good night and I headed for the spare bedroom. A light from the yard outside illuminated the room, but I was so tired it didn't take long for me to fall asleep.

Around two in the morning I was awakened by a soft touch on my shoulder. I opened my eyes, and there beside me stood the most beautiful nude woman I had ever seen. It was Josie, of course, and she was even more attractive than I had imagined. Her t.i.ts were huge and perfectly shaped, her legs were curvy and sensuous and her p.u.s.s.y was full and inviting, just the way I like them. Without a word she lay down beside me, and then she took my rapidly growing c.o.c.k into her eager mouth.

There was no way I could keep my hands off her. I touched every inch of her beautiful body, kissing, sucking, licking and enjoying. She stopped her sucking and gently guided my face to her love nest. My tongue went to work excitedly. I have been told I have the most talented tongue around, and fortunately it seemed to impress Josie. Soon her whole body was quaking with one powerful o.r.g.a.s.m after another. While my tongue worked its magic I gently pinched her nipples and ma.s.saged her wonderful t.i.ts.

I don't know how many times Josie erupted in pleasure, but after a while she pulled me up over her, and I could tell she wanted all eight and a half inches of my c.o.c.k inside her as deeply as possible. Soon we were f.u.c.king like there was no tomorrow. In beautiful harmony we feasted on each other. I could sense her holding back her cries of ecstasy as she built slowly to the most intense o.r.g.a.s.m of all, and soon I felt her whole body tense and quake. I couldn't hold back any longer; I stifled my own shouts as I fired my hot come deep inside her spasming p.u.s.s.y. It was the most powerful climax I had ever experienced, and it felt like I had unloaded the largest load in the history of s.e.x.

We held each other tightly for some time, allowing our hands to caress each other freely. After some moments Josie moved her p.u.s.s.y to my face and I eagerly drank our love juices and cleaned her love nest with my tongue. She began to stiffen again, and soon reached another beautiful climax. Getting off me then, she leaned down and kissed me deeply before disappearing into the night. Not one word had been spoken during the entire time.

I soon fell asleep again and slept soundly till morning. Craig and Josie greeted me in their usual friendly way, and we enjoyed a pleasant breakfast together. Josie never gave the slightest hint that anything unusual had happened.

I often spent the night there after that, and each time my nocturnal visitor would come to my room. Each of our lovemaking sessions seemed more intense and exciting than the last. But we never said one word to each other about it, even when we were alone.

Unfortunately, Craig was transferred to California about six months later, and shortly afterward our office moved to New England. Though Craig and I have talked by telephone many times about business, I have never heard a word from Josie. Oh well, it was wonderful while it lasted, and it makes for a great memory.-L.F., Providence, Rhode Island HOW TO LIVEN UP A DULL CHRISTMAS PARTY: HAVE s.e.x WITH SOMEONE ELSE'S WIFE I was at a c.o.c.ktail party at my brother's house last December, about two weeks before Christmas. Among the guests was a beautiful young woman in her mid-twenties, who showed up unaccompanied. I struck up a conversation with her, and soon we were seated on a couch next to a tall Christmas tree covered with about a thousand mini-lights and streams of tinsel.

The lady's name was Felicia. She had beautiful long dark brown hair, for which I have an undeniable fetish. She had a wedding band on her finger, and I soon learned that her husband was expected to join her in about an hour. She wore a lavender dress with a hemline that came to mid-thigh. It proved to be a terrible distraction, as my eyes kept drifting down to her legs during our conversation.

I was instantly captivated by her. When she spoke her eyes sparkled, and her voice had a smoky bedroom quality. She was intoxicating, and I felt my testosterone level markedly rising. There was a raw sensual energy pulsing between us, and I could tell that she sensed it as much as I did.

At one point I went to get her another drink. When I returned and handed her the c.o.c.ktail, I let my fingertips brush the back of her hand. The mere touch of her skin was a turn-on.

A few moments later I was telling her how much she excited me, and that I would very much like to go someplace with her where we could be alone. Felicia looked at me with wide eyes. Until then she had been flirting openly with me; now she must have realized that I was ready to take to the next level what she may have intended as a mere flirtation.

She reminded me that she was married. "So am I," I shrugged. After another hesitation, she bluntly asked if s.e.x was what I had in mind. I confessed that the idea had indeed occurred to me.

I could see her struggling with herself. She said that her husband was supposed to be there about nine o'clock. I told her that we wouldn't need to be gone long. She asked me where we could go. I said my brother had a guest bedroom upstairs where we would not be disturbed. She took a deep breath, and then, almost imperceptibly, she nodded.

I proposed that we leave the room separately and meet upstairs, so our departures would be less conspicuous. She agreed, and after a moment I stood up, strolled out of the room and headed upstairs.

A minute or so later I heard her coming up the steps. She reached the top of the stairway and looked around for me. I called to her from the far end of the hallway, and she moved toward me, her expression a mixture of anxiety and antic.i.p.ation.

I led her into the bedroom. Once inside I locked the door, and we began hurriedly undressing. The moment we were both naked I was all over her, caressing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and letting my hands rove down to her rump. She leaned her head against my shoulder and her soft-scented hair brushed my cheek. I kissed her all over her face, her neck and her shoulders, and gently licked the rubbery nubs of her nipples.

Felicia sank to her knees to perform f.e.l.l.a.t.i.o on me. "You don't have to that unless you want to," I told her.

"I do want to," she said. She put her mouth on my c.o.c.k and coated the head with her saliva. Tingles shot through me. She took the whole thing into her mouth then, and to my delight she demonstrated an uncommon knack for just the right kind of touch, the right kind of movement by which she could pleasure a man with her lips and tongue. I clasped her shoulders and stroked her neck with my thumbs on either side. She dug her fingers into my buns as she sucked me. Her long hair brushed across my legs as her head bobbed up and down, and her nose nestled into my pubic hair at each downstroke.

I found myself wondering if she swallowed, t.i.tillated by the erotic image of my s.e.m.e.n running down her throat into her digestive tract. I was tempted to let her continue working her oral magic until I blasted off inside her mouth. But her skill at this foreplay seemed so promising that I feared I'd shortchange myself if I settled for a b.l.o.w.j.o.b. Besides, I didn't want to be selfish; I wanted to give her as much pleasure as she was giving me.

I pulled my d.i.c.k out of her mouth and pulled her to her feet, then gently pushed her onto the bed and lay down next to her. We curled into the 69 position, my mouth fastening onto her p.u.s.s.y as hers went back to my c.o.c.k.

I fancied myself a fairly accomplished cunnilinguist, and I began lapping at the pink folds of her v.a.g.i.n.al lips, dabbing at her c.l.i.toris with gentle swabs. A quiver rippled through her body. She was wet. The scent of her p.u.s.s.y filled my nostrils and her brown patch of pubic hair tickled my chin.

Meanwhile Felicia was kissing the base of my shaft while the tip of my p.e.n.i.s bobbed under her chin, pushing into the fleshy underside of her jaw. She nibbled at my t.e.s.t.i.c.l.e sac, sucking the skin with her mouth, pulling and stretching the skin of the s.c.r.o.t.u.m outward and then releasing it. Suddenly I felt her take my b.a.l.l.s into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the s.c.r.o.t.u.m. Her tongue rolled the twin orbs around in her mouth like two b.a.l.l.s of candy she was trying to melt on her tongue.

I was devotedly slithering my tongue into her slit when Felicia abruptly broke off this intensely erotic play. She sat up and rolled me over onto my back, then climbed on top of me and straddled me, guiding my c.o.c.k into her p.u.s.s.y. I groped at her t.i.ts, craning my neck to bring my lips up to her nipples, which were just beyond reach. She rode me back and forth, becoming progressively more bold and violent. Loose strands of her tossing mane of brown hair swept across my face and chest as she bent over me, her jouncing p.u.s.s.y sheathing my rod completely each time her torso sank down on me.

She had me in a fever. I'd never before been balled as aggressively as this, and it really lit my erotic fuse. I heaved up, tumbling her off me. I grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and placed it under her spine as I pushed her onto her back and spread her legs.

Her hands grabbed my head as I lowered my face to her crotch. Her fingers combed through my hair, raking my scalp. The sight of her s.n.a.t.c.h in front of my face mesmerized me, and the rich distinctive aroma of her c.u.n.t brought an adrenal rush to my brain.

Moistening my tongue and lips, I began ravishing her little garden, licking and ma.s.saging the pink folds unhurriedly with savoring laps and gentle caresses up and down, back and forth over the full length and breadth of her crotch, from the crown of her pubic mound down to her a.n.u.s. I rubbed one hand over her smooth flat tummy while the other slipped under her b.u.t.t, fondling each cheek before pushing down into the crack separating the fleshy buns, spreading them apart to expose her a.n.u.s. Finding the mark, I attempted to insert my middle finger into that pa.s.sage. It was closed up tight, but with a little coaxing the muscles began to relax, and my finger wormed its way through the a.n.u.s and into her colon. I kept it there as I continued to stimulate her entire v.a.g.i.n.al region with my lips and tongue until I brought her to o.r.g.a.s.m.

After that I moved up from her pubic area and began to cover her lower body with soft kisses. I zeroed in on her belly b.u.t.ton, and soon discovered that she was hypersensitive in that spot. Licking her navel set her off. Consequently I devoted more attention to this hot spot, and listened to her purrs of approval as I slowly caressed that belly b.u.t.ton with the tip of my tongue.

Finally I moved up and positioned myself over her body, my legs between hers. We gazed into each other's dilated pupils, savoring that moment of wild antic.i.p.ation before the final feverish ride to climax.

Her b.o.o.bs pushed against my chest, the nipples hard and sensitive to the touch. I reached down to her groin and spread the lips of her l.a.b.i.a. With my d.i.c.k I plowed the pink furrows, probing for her opening. Finally I found the mark and wedged in until I pegged her hole dead center, and then I slid into her firmly and steadily, penetrating deep into the inner sanctum of her ca.n.a.l.

Her t.w.a.t was moist with secretions, and I moved in and out of her with ease. Felicia's arms and legs wrapped around me. Her breath blew sharp warm gusts on my neck. Her fingers dug into my shoulder blades. Her thighs hugged my loins and her knees dug into my ribcage. The backs of her calves rested on my lower back. With each thrust of my p.e.n.i.s into her tight slippery p.u.s.s.y her heels bounced on my rump, and my t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es slapped against her b.u.t.tocks.

Our tempo picked up as we both felt the rapid approach of o.r.g.a.s.m. I bore in with powerful, penetrating jabs, pounding her b.u.t.t into the bedspread. She clutched me frantically with arms and legs as her climax washed over her. "Splash me," she gasped into my ear, over and over again. "Splash me, splash me!"

It was pointless to try to prolong my explosion further. She was in a fever for me to cream her, and I simply could not hold back my o.r.g.a.s.m any longer. Grabbing her waist, I sank my p.e.n.i.s as deeply into her as it could penetrate, then went rigid as I erupted.

A torrent of s.e.m.e.n burst loose, flooding the depths of her ca.n.a.l in swift spurts. Each pulsing jet of e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed fluid sent waves of sensation coursing up to my brain, paralyzing me with ecstasy. The contractions went on and on until it seemed that they would never stop.

Finally I collapsed on top of her, gasping as I pulled air into my lungs. We lay in a heap, two panting bodies drenched in sweat and secretions. But when I attempted to caress her after recovering my breath, she pulled away, fretting that her husband might at this moment be downstairs, wondering where his wife had disappeared to. I withdrew my p.e.n.i.s from her v.a.g.i.n.a, but I couldn't help telling her what a marvelous, wild f.u.c.k she had been. She kissed me and returned the compliment, then sat up on the edge of the bed and began to get dressed.

We kissed at the doorway before going out, then went downstairs separately to rejoin the party. No one appeared to have even noticed our absence.

Sometime between nine-thirty and ten, Felicia's husband finally arrived. He walked up to his voluptuous wife, slipped his arm around her waist and kissed her affectionately on the cheek. They looked like a perfect couple. He seemed like an amiable, jovial fellow who I might like to go have a beer with. Yet I felt no tinge of remorse at the fact that I had f.u.c.ked his wife in an upstairs bedroom less than an hour earlier. He would be none the poorer for it, and she and I would take away from this party a very pleasant memory.-R.V., Tuscaloosa, Alabama HIS BUS GETS BOGGED DOWN IN THE RAIN, BUT A COLLEGE GIRL MAKES HIM EVEN WETTER.

The clock on the LCD told me it was nearly eleven. Only an hour to go before the weekend. The night air was brisk and full of promise. I yawned briefly as the light changed from green to red. The CB cued in with an inaudible protest from a coworker. The light changed and I made a right. There was an elderly man waiting at the bus stop with a plastic bag in his hand. He swung it back and forth impatiently.

I stopped and opened the door. Off in the distance a lightning bolt danced across the sky. The old guy and I eyed each other surrept.i.tiously as he got on, but neither of us spoke a word.

Six blocks later I glanced in the rear-view. The terminal was just around the corner, and there were only six people left on the bus. A young couple was doing some deep kissing and heavy petting-the guy's hand was up her skirt, for Pete's sake. My new friend with the plastic bag stared out the window. A young mother was doing her best to calm her fretful child. Seated close to me was what looked like some long-haired oddball in a trench coat, leaning forward in his seat and focusing on the floor.

The elderly man stood and pressed the buzzer. It was music to my ears. I stopped and he stepped off. "Rear!" A voice from the back called, and I reached for the lever to open the side doors. More people got off.

As I started up I glanced in the rear-view again. Everyone had left except for the long-haired freak. As I looked closer I realized that that ma.s.s of hair covered the face of a young girl, no more than twenty, possibly a college student, judging by the sweater and pants she wore. She was dozing on the seat. Then the bus lurched and she jerked awake. She stared at me through her silky, overly permed hair. "I'm sorry," she said, giving me a sudden smile. "I must have fallen asleep."

Suddenly lightning flashed again, and a sudden rainstorm descended on the city. I turned on the windshield wipers, but they were about as effective as pieces of paper trying to scoop up a puddle of water. As I concentrated on propelling the bus through the deluge, I became aware that the college girl had gotten up and come over to me. Now she knelt down beside me.

"What ..." I said.

She unzipped my pants and began s...o...b..ring over my d.i.c.k. It seemed like she couldn't get enough; she was trying to swallow it all. I turned off the avenue onto the street that would lead to the terminal, and plowed into a h.e.l.l of a flash flood. The sound of the engine stalling made me drive my fists against the steering wheel. She stopped sucking and said again, "I'm sorry."

"For what, for G.o.d's sake?" I said, and ran my fingers through her hair. She pulled my pants to the floor. Then she got up, removed her slacks and panties, leaned back over the steering wheel and raised her pelvis to my face. Her blonde pubic hair pointed straight to her s.n.a.t.c.h. "Now that's the ticket!" I cried, and tongued her fiercely, savoring her juices in my mouth. Then I stood, turned her around and bent her over the seat. I slipped on a condom and took her from behind, feeling the tightness of her juicy c.u.n.t as it hungrily devoured my c.o.c.k.

After some time she pulled away, exclaiming, "Now, I'm ready for a real ride!" She backed me down into the driver's seat and jumped on my lap. With her back toward me, she moaned and squealed with pleasure as she slid down my shaft. I stuck my hands under her sweater and grabbed both of her firm supple b.r.e.a.s.t.s from behind, bouncing her up and down. I was starting to peak. "No don't stop!" she screamed, clutching the steering wheel and twisting wildly around my d.i.c.k. I tried to hold back, but I knew it wouldn't be long. Then she brought one hand to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and the other went down to ma.s.sage her c.l.i.t. "Oh G.o.d, yes!" she shrieked. "Ride up inside me!" Drowning in her perfume, I unloaded inside her with such force that it drove her over the edge, and she cried out with an unearthly shriek before slumping back into my arms.

"They're coming," she whispered. I looked up and saw the headlights of a tow truck. I knew my supervisor would be coming too, ready to bust my a.s.s for not completing my route. I chuckled nervously and raised her sticky thighs off mine. She quickly slipped on her slacks and slipped out the side door. She left her panties behind.

Later, as the tow truck hauled the bus away, my supervisor sighed as he wrote me up. "You ought to have your license revoked, you know that? But you got lucky this time, buddy."

He was talking about the accident, but he didn't know the half of it. "Hey, it was an act of nature," I answered.

"I know, that's why I don't fire you," he bellowed. "But you still f.u.c.ked up. Again!"

"Right," I said. I turned away and dropped her panties on the ground as I braved the rain back to the station.-F.G., Dover, Delaware

Pursuit & Capture.

SHE LOVED IT WHEN THIS UP-TIGHT BUSINESS MAN TURNED INTO A s.e.x-CRAZED ANIMAL.

My first date with Roger started out more like a business meeting than a romantic encounter. After we had ordered our dinner, and as we were drinking our first c.o.c.ktail, he started his pitch.

Roger was a bachelor in his forties and not bad looking, although he had always seemed to me to be somewhat formal. He was an executive vice president of a fairly large company, and it appeared that to him the bottom line was everything. I was about ten years younger and unattached at that point. I was looking for a relationship, but I wasn't at all sure that Roger was the one.

Roger told me frankly that he wanted a relationship built on s.e.x. There were to be no commitments, other than that neither of us would see anyone else as long as the relationship lasted.

This totally blew my mind. I had not been prepared for anything like this. I told him that I didn't know if I wanted a relationship like that, and I would have to consider it for a while.

After dinner and more c.o.c.ktails, he invited me to his house to see some pictures he'd taken on a recent trip to Africa. I was surprised to hear about this journey, and I accepted his offer.

His house was one of those homes that could be pictured in House Beautiful, with marble-tiled floors, lavish surroundings, and lots of crystal, bra.s.s and coral.

I sat on a luxurious couch that seemed to cradle my whole body. Roger sat next to me and opened a huge picture alb.u.m that rested on the gla.s.s table in front of the couch.

The pictures really surprised me. There was Roger, dressed in rugged clothes and sporting a week's worth of beard from not shaving while in the wilderness. I saw him going on a rafting trip, and hunting animals on safari. In short, I saw a totally different person from the uptight businessman who was sitting next to me on the couch.

Not that I don't adore businessmen in suits, but there is something about a rugged-looking, adventurous, bearded man that sets my blood boiling!

Roger began to tell me about how it felt to be away from civilization. How you live and breathe differently when you have to depend on Mother Nature and her moods for your very life sometimes. The more he talked about being in these uncivilized situations, the hotter he was making me.

At one point I reached across him to get my drink from the table, and suddenly we were in a hot and heavy embrace. I didn't know what had come over me. I was uncontrollable! I was out of my mind with l.u.s.t! I was acting uncivilized, and loving it.

My mouth covered his. My tongue was everywhere. I pulled his suit jacket off, as well as his starched white shirt. The sight of his hairy chest increased my l.u.s.tful desire. My tongue wanted to taste every part of his manly body. Protocol, manners and good taste all went out the window as I sucked and nibbled, my tongue darting here, there and everywhere.

After I had tasted every part of his body, he laid me on my side. He was as l.u.s.t-crazed as I was. He licked and sucked at my body, front and back, pulling off my clothes in a frenzy. When I was naked, he pulled me up onto my knees with my a.s.s up in the air. I heard his breathless voice saying that since we were acting like animals, we might as well f.u.c.k like them, and I moaned in agreement.

As I reached between my legs to guide his d.i.c.k inside me, he reached around to put his hands on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, holding on to them like handles as he began to f.u.c.k me wildly. Soon I was bucking like a bronco as he rode me, plunging his hard d.i.c.k so far inside me that I thought it was going to come out of my throat.

My o.r.g.a.s.m was so violent that I fell off the couch. Roger came with me, still inside me, his d.i.c.k spewing come. I was still twitching after I landed on the carpet. Roger finally stopped coming and pulled out of me, panting heavily. I was, incredibly, still not satisfied, even after my o.r.g.a.s.m; I wanted more. I wanted Roger's animal c.o.c.k. With a cry of l.u.s.t I dove after it and took the now limp hose in my mouth, practically swallowing it whole. Roger made a sound of surprise as I slurped and licked the rubbery pole, moaning as I labored to make it hard again. I couldn't believe my own actions, but I couldn't stop myself either. I reached around to slide a finger into his a.s.shole, worming it deep as I tongued and suctioned his d.i.c.k.

"G.o.d, you sweet thing!" Roger panted. "You're so f.u.c.king hot!" It was working; his d.i.c.k was hardening again. I swirled my tongue around it, then raised my head and looked wildly into his eyes.

"Stick it up my a.s.s," I heard myself say. "I'm a f.u.c.king animal, Roger, and I want it up my a.s.s. Please."

"I knew you would be this way," Roger rasped as he turned me onto my hands and knees. "I saw it in you from the first. I knew it would be this good."

I started to answer him, but instead a shout of pure pleasure came from my mouth as his slippery c.o.c.k-head breached the portal of my a.s.shole. I pushed back at him, cursing the tightness of my a.n.u.s for preventing me from taking that hard gorgeous tool all the way immediately. Roger grabbed my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and kneaded them, licking at my back, taking little short strokes as my sphincter relaxed little by little, moving into me slowly, slowly. I lowered myself from my hands to my elbows, resting my head on the carpet, sticking my a.s.s up as high as I could, still pushing it back at him. I was panting and groaning as I took his glorious pole deeper and deeper up my narrow back pa.s.sage.

I whimpered with joy as I finally felt the front of his thighs against my b.u.t.tocks, telling me he was in all the way. My whimpers turned to full-throated cries when he started to f.u.c.k my a.s.s. Within a minute I started coming, violently and repeatedly. Then, when Roger gasped out that he was about to shoot, I pulled away and turned over onto my back so I could take his sperm on my body, stroking his throbbing c.o.c.k as that beautiful come splashed onto my t.i.ts again and again.