Her body is at right angles to mine. I can’t see what she is doing, but I can
feel it. I feel her breath on the hairs of my leg. Hovering over my penis,
she gingerly touches it with her fingertips; rolling it over to inspect the
underside. My penis lies there, limp, against my leg; not yet responding to
her attention.

She once told me how curious it was that something so small and soft could
become something so large and hard. And how she delighted in holding and
sucking on my limp cock and feeling it grow in her hand and mouth.

She continues her inspection – lifting and looking, tracing the veins, feeling
for the bumps and ridges that give her such pleasure. Moving closer, she
places a gentle kiss on the head and watches for a reaction. (It takes all my
concentration to prevent an erection) Seeing none, she kisses the head again
and follows with several kisses along the shaft. As she continues to fondle
and kiss me, I can no longer resist and I respond with the beginning of an
erection.

She moves even closer, directly over my member, and places the head in her
mouth. She begins to gently suck on me and my cock grows steadily. At this
early stage she can get the whole thing in her mouth. She rolls me around her
mouth, licking with her tongue and sucking ever stronger. My cock swells and
rapidly fills the available space, pushing against the back of her mouth and
beyond the ability of her lips to contain me.

With my erect penis filling her mouth, she adjusts her position under the
sheets and is now kneeling at my side. Once comfortable, she begins sliding
her lips up and down my shaft. Surely she must realize I am awake, but she
continues to concentrate on my erection. Gripping my hardness with her lips,
she travels the length of my cock, pausing occasionally at the peak to swirl
her tongue around the head.

Holding my prick at the base, she removes her lips and begins licking and
kissing the sides. She places her hand on the top of my shaft and slides her
tongue along the underside, matching her tongue strokes with her hand.
Cradling my cock in her hand, she closes her lips around me; running along the
length of my cock as though it were an ear of corn. Her hand closes around the
stiff rod and strokes in time with her lips.

Returning to the head, she swirls her tongue around the crown and dives on my
erection to maintain its firmness. The action of her lips, mouth, and tongue
now have my full attention and I can no longer resist. I begin to rotate my
hips upward into her grasp, formally notifying her that I am awake. I push
back the sheets just as she is again stuffing my cock back in her mouth.

She releases her lip-lock on my throbbing member but continues stroking. “Good
morning” she says. “Did I wake you?”

I don’t bother to answer and reach for her body. Sliding my hands down her
back to her buttocks, I cup the soft roundness of her cheeks and dip my
fingers into the valley between them. Following the natural path established
by her body, I arrive at my destination to find her well lubricated. Upon
feeling my fingers, she raises her ass to offer free access.

Using subtle hand signals, I pull her body around so I can get at her, raising
her leg and maneuvering underneath her. There, staring me in the eye, is her
treasure chest. I gently pull her down onto my face and open the lid with my
tongue. I begin licking her morning dew and searching for the buried treasure
within.

Her hand closes around my cock as my tickling tongue lashes out at her. She
presses her body down onto my face and I dip even farther into her. She
returns her mouth to my prick and we engage in some mutual munching in the
morning.

I begin to concentrate my actions on her clit, attempting to bring her to a
level of excitation equal to mine. She rotates her hips on my face and mouth
to direct my attention to the appropriate areas. Each time I hit the mark, she
responds by gobbling my root and squeezing with her lips and hand.

I reach for her breasts and cup one in each hand; gently squeezing, fondling,
and rolling their fullness. I catch the nipples between my fingers and tease
them into erection. Stroking, rolling, squeezing, teasing; my hands continue
manipulating her breasts as I eat her.

She is now supporting her body with her hands, using only her mouth and lips
to excite me. I have grown as full and hard as I am going to get. Her hair
bounces lightly as she continues plunging up and down on my cock. At the
other end, I am lapping at her gash and nibbling her clit.

She pops my prick out of her lips and rolls onto her back, pulling her
sweetness from my mouth. She turns her body around, placing her head on the
pillow, and spreads her legs in an open invitation. Not one to miss an
opportunity, I move between her legs. Her sexual lips are slightly spread and
pouting. The dew from within coats them and they glisten in the sunlight. As
she pulls her knees up, her lips open wider. She reaches for my cock, guiding
me into her warmth. I enter easily and as we press our bodies together our
lips and tongues meet.

Her kisses are always so expressive. Even a routine kiss goodbye is an
adventure. Whenever we kiss in passion, our tongues meet and exchange mouths.
It is little wonder that we usually end up in bed when we kiss. When we make
love, our kisses match our movements, adding to our excitement. Today is no
exception. Each time I push my prick into her pussy, I toss my tongue at her
tonsils; every time she rotates her rump at my rod, she licks my larynx with
her lavalier.

Sliding my cock in and out of her sheath, I sense she is nearing an orgasm.
With each probing plunge she gets closer to the edge. Her sleeve grips my
shaft as she comes and her hips grind up onto my member. Our lips disengage
as the orgasm rolls through her body. She presses her loins tightly against
mine, pushing her exploding clit onto my prick. Wave after wave of bliss
rockets through her entire body.

Her orgasm only serves to entice me into more action and I continue plunging
into her. As the first climax begins to subside, I sense the beginnings of a
second and she pushes her pelvis even harder against me. I direct my cock into
a position which puts it into better contact on her clit. With each stroke,
her next orgasm builds and she soon comes again.

I wait until her shuddering ceases, then withdraw from her quivering quim. I
pull her over onto her stomach and she raises onto her knees. I point my
pecker at her slit and press forward, sinking fully into her depths. With
each thrust I pause to rotate my prick inside her sleeve. She reaches down
between her legs to massage my balls as they slap against her clit.

Her fingers are coaxing the cum from me and she tickles my tool as we fuck.
Gripping her buttocks, I hold her steady as I glide in and out of her. Her
fingers find her clit and she begins to aid my efforts for her third orgasm.
As her climax builds, she tilts her hips to apply more pressure on my cock. I
can feel the sap rising from my balls and begin driving harder into her.

Pushing deeply into her body with each stroke, I go after my own pleasure
release. She feels my balls begin to tighten for their launch and she gently
supports them as the rocket is loaded. My explosion begins and jet after jet
of cum spurts into her. Feeling my cock twitching in her love nest takes her
over the edge and she comes again.

I pull out of her when my prick has emptied its contents into her container.
She quickly spins around and stuffs my dwindling prick into her mouth and
begins licking and sucking. Her action keeps me hard and I maintain a useful
erection. She rolls me onto my back and continues administering mouth to cock
resuscitation.

Satisfied that I am not going to go soft on her, she swings a leg over my
midsection, slips into the saddle and begins riding. She starts with a gentle
trot, rocking back and forth on the horn. As she rocks, my prick slaps inside
her. She places her hands on my chest and leans forward, trying to increase
the feeling on her clit.

Without losing contact, she turns her body around and faces away from me. As
she rocks on my cock, her clit slides along the shaft and another orgasm
builds. She reaches down and fondles my balls as she fucks me. With each
forward motion, the palm of her hand rubs her love button and adds to her
pleasure.

Reaching from behind her I massage her breasts. Her nipples are fully
extended and press into my palms. She leans back but discovers this decreases
the intensity of our contact so she leans forward, supporting herself by
placing her hands on my knees, and presses onto my pole. She raises up along
my hardness and then lowers herself on the full length, rubbing her clit along
the underside of my cock, stimulating her and coaxing her climax.

I am able to watch my prick disappear into her folds as she raises and lowers
her body. Her sex lips suck on my shaft as she rises up and push on my pole as
she descends. Our bodies make a slight slurping sound as the cum from our
earlier orgasms is squeezed out of her sheath. Our love juice coats my cock
and foams as we fuck.

Her ride turns into a gallop as she thrusts herself onto me. The ride takes
her up and down and back and forth in the saddle. With each motion, she
presses her loins against mine in a frenzy. She pushes herself to the limit,
going for another orgasm. In and out I plunge, up and down she rides, until
her climax takes over. Her body convulses again and again as she rides her
orgasm across the finish line.

Lifting off my still-raging prick, she rolls onto her back and spreads herself
wide open. I lift her legs and hold her knees with my elbows. My slippery cock
slides easily past her dripping lips and into her body and I begin drilling
her well. My cum coated cock drives in and out of her, and our bodies squish
together with each thrust.

I feel the stirrings of an eruption and pull out of her. Lowering her legs, I
move up her body and place my prick on her chest. I gently cup her breasts,
pressing them around my cock, and begin thrusting back and forth between them.

As I push forward, the tip of my tool approaches her lips. She tilts her head
down, trying to capture my member on the forward strokes. I move closer and
continue fucking her breasts.

The juice from my cock coats her breasts and I slide easily between them. I
can now reach her open lips and she tongues the tip each time I approach. I
push fully forward and she closes her lips around the crown. She licks and
sucks greedily on me and I return to moving between her breasts.

I am far enough up her body that each stroke takes me into her waiting mouth.
She reaches for my cock and pulls me into her mouth, sucking and licking all
the while. She grabs my ass and begins pushing and pulling me into her throat.
It is clear what she wishes me to do.

I lean forward over her head so my cock is pointed straight down her throat.
With her hands directing me, I probe her mouth with my prick. An orgasm is
imminent now and my increased motion tips her off to that fact. She grabs my
rod and begins stroking rapidly. With one hand she lifts my balls; with the
other she strokes my hardness; and with her tongue she laps at the crown of my
cock.

Her efforts are soon rewarded and I cum. When the first drops eject onto her
waiting tongue, she closes her mouth around me and sucks hard. She releases
her lips, but her hand continues coaxing my cum. Her hand becomes coated with
my love juice and her tongue lashes out to lick at the fruits of her labor.
She sucks me deep into her mouth to savor the remnants of our copulation and
to attempt to retain my erection. This time she is not as successful.

I withdraw from her lips and climb back down her body. Our lips meet in
renewed passion and we lick each other clean. Our loins are numb from this
encounter and we both seem totally satisfied – for the moment. Our bodies
continue to generate heat and I press my spent body into hers.

Basking in the afterglow of our love-making, we continue to kiss and cuddle.
The morning sun has now set the room ablaze in light, but it pales in
comparison to the fire which burned between us just moments ago. In the
distance, the kitchen clock chimes eight times. The day has just begun!

“Ed?” She smiled at me, hesitating. I know how she felt, I
felt the same way. Here was this person I had been… well, intimate
with, all via computer, and now we were seeing each other in person
and still felt awkward. I gave her a hug, and she murmured in my ear,
“It’s good to hold you, finally.”

I stepped back for a moment to appraise her better. She did
look good in person, tall and slim but with a full, shapely figure. I
thought to myself, “I am a lucky guy.”

We were still a little nervous as we got into her car. We
chattered about all kinds of things, not getting to the point yet.
I’m not a kid, but I felt like I was on my first date. I was looking
straight ahead and blathering about something I can’t recall. Then I
felt her warm hand move over onto my thigh.

It was an electric moment, almost literally. I felt myself
getting excited right there on the freeway. I looked over and our
eyes met. I knew this was going to work out fine.

There was no more need to talk. Her hand was stroking my leg
and making me crazy. She was smiling over at me, like the cat eying a
canary, and her fingers were doing the walking. Up my thigh, slowly
and softly. And like a cat, she suddenly pounced! I gasped for a
second, trying to maintain my decorum. She rubbed my bulging crotch
and I swear she let out a little purr.

With terrible timing, we came up to some traffic and she had to
shift gears. Not wanting the moment to end, I decided it was my turn.
My hand moved over to her leg. It felt great through the thin cloth
of her slacks, slim and muscular. I had wondered if she was
describing herself accurately to me on the computer.

You see, we had met online, on GEnie. I’m a bit of a flirt, but
not really adventurous by nature. I don’t even remember how we became
friends, but it didn’t take long before we became a lot more than
that. We’d meet almost every night, at first in the chat area and
then moving over to Imagine*Nation, which is like chat combined with
an adventure game. We would lock ourselves into an online hotel room
and ravish one another. It was amazing, how realistic it felt. She’d
rub my back and nibble my ears, and I’d lick her until she cried out
for mercy. She told me she liked giving oral sex, and that she really
got off on swallowing. Music to my ears, if she wasn’t just getting
into a heavy fantasy trip.

I was about to find out.

We got to the hotel and I ran inside to check in. Neither of us
had eaten dinner, so we decided to go out and grab a bite. I tried to
talk her into room service, but she just laughed and told me to wait.

We sat next to each other in a small booth, getting close and
really feeling comfortable with each other. Still, it’s different, in
person, and we still had some exploring to do. Playfully I put my
hand back on her thigh and she let me explore for a moment before she
giggled and shooed me off.

“It’s not very dark here,” she said to me in a throaty voice.

“I know,” I groaned.

“Poor baby.”

But when the food arrived, somehow her hand found its way under
my napkin. It was really hard to concentrate on my sandwich. She was
just using her fingertips, running them up and down my cock. She
toyed with my zipper for a moment, then blushed and pulled back her
hand.

“I don’t want you to have to walk out of here all hunched over,”
she whispered to me.

“Got that right.”

Finally we got back to my hotel. On the way up the elevator we
grabbed each other passionately. All the way up to my floor near the
top of the hotel, our tongues explored each other. I ran my hands up
and down her back and caressed her bottom. A nice bottom, to be
sure.

Panting just a little, we entered my room. I moved to grab her
but she just skipped past me over to the window, opening the drapes.

“Great view!” She stood there, staring at the city spread
before us, all dark with jewels of light scattered all around.

I nodded behind her, not looking at the buildings much.

I walked up to her and put my arms around her waist from behind.
I nuzzled her neck and her ears. She sighed and relaxed into me.
Feeling adventurous, I reached up to her breasts. Oh lord, she had
nice ones! Full and firm. Keeping one hand up there, I moved my
other one down her belly. I heard a sharp intake of breath. A good
sign. I moved my hand down to her groin. It was warm. Very warm.
She was leaning back against me and breathing heavily. She started
running herself against me.

“Cindy, let’s back away from the window for a minute.”

She didn’t answer. Standing in front of a window more than 20
stories above downtown, she started unbuttoning her blouse. I helped
her. In a flash, she was down to a pretty lace bra and matching
panties, still with her back to me and facing the window. I unclasped
her bra and tossed it off. Her nipples were firm against my palms.

I knelt down and pulled off her panties. I kissed her all over
the back of her ass and her thighs as she stood there, naked in the
window. I reached around and rubbed her pussy. She was incredibly
hot and wet. She ground herself against my hand making low noises.

Keeping one hand inside her, I peeled off my clothes. It
wasn’t easy but it sure was a good cause. I stood up behind her and
pressed myself against her. Somehow I wasn’t all the way hard at the
moment. Probably because of the window. I’m not an exhibitionist,
personally.

Cindy turned around, finally, and looked down at me. She moved
her hands down my belly and I shivered. She took my semi-hard shaft
in one hand and moved up and down, very softly. We kissed deeply.
She stroked me a little faster, then stepped back a moment.

She smiled. “You never can tell how big these things are going
to get!” The she looked a little sober. “I think you’ll be a little
to big for me to take all the way in my mouth.”

I have no way of knowing how big I am. I never considered
myself huge or anything. But a guy doesn’t have much to compare
himself with, right? Who was I to argue with flattery.

She knelt down and kissed the tip of my cock. I closed my eyes
and leaned forward against the window. She had one hand on my ass,
the other at the base of my cock. She squeezed my cock rhythmically
while licking my knob. Then I felt her lips move around me. She
stroked me with her hand while nibbling me lightly. I looked down and
saw that she was having trouble getting it in. Inwardly I cursed.
Then I felt her tongue on me and she started stroking me in earnest.

“This will work,” I thought. I closed my eyes again. Faster
and faster, with her lips at the tip and tongue working fast, she
stroked me, up and down. I felt my knees growing weak. This was
fantastic! With her other hand she encouraged me to move my hips a
little. She was stroking me, licking me…]

“Oh god Cindy…” I said, groaning. In a moment I was cumming.
True to her word, she didn’t back off for a second. She kept her lips
on me, taking all my cum in her mouth, stroking me with her soft
hand, milking it all out of me. I felt like I had never cum so hard
in my life.

Finally, I pulled her off me. She stood and game me a warm hug.
We kissed, and I guess I tasted myself on her lips. I could feel her
squirming so I started working my way down her fine body. I sucked on
her neck, then down to her full breasts.

“Bite them,” she whispered. I started gently nipping at her
nipples, but she said, “Harder! I want you to bite them a lot
harder.”

I bit harder. I never met anyone who wanted me to do that
before, but she didn’t want me to be gentle at all. I tried not to do
any permanent damage, but the harder I bit the hotter she got. She
was gasping hard.

I moved down, licking her belly, then knelt and put my lips to
her pussy. She tasted nice, a mild and spicy flavor. No time to stop
and sightsee though, she needed me and fast! I put my lips to her
swollen clit and started working my tongue around her.

“I don’t think I can do this standing up,” I heard her say. She
lay down on the carpet and I got back to work on her. I licked her
fast and hard, working my head around in little circles, occasionally
reaching up to pinch her nipples. She had hold of my head and was
pressing me into her. I licked as fast as I could. Glancing up, I
saw her stomach tense and her back arch. Very quicky, she came. Her
legs began to twitch and she came again. I kept licking her but
slowed down as she relaxed. Finally I came up for air.

She opened her eyes and said, “I don’t usually cum that fast.”

I smiled. “You were kinda ready, you know.”

She smiled back and we cuddled for a minute. She started
stroking me again.

“I don’t think I’m ready yet,” I told her.

She started whispering in my ear. “I want you to fuck me right
in the window. I want to feel your great big cock filling me up.”
She licked my ear. She was definitely getting my attention. “I don’t
care if anyone can see us, I want you and I want you now!”

She was getting me, too. Smiling, she got on her hands and
knees in the window and pulled me behind her, doggie style. She
lifted up her ass and pulled me to her. She was still wet, and I
entered her in a moment. She started making noises again, so I
decided not to worry about grace and just pumped for all I was worth.
In and out, I watched myself jam it to her soft pussy and I listened
to her moan. She thrashed her head around and bounced her ass into
me.

I groaned as she leaned forward and my cock fell out of her, but
she just rolled on her back and pulled me in again. She wrapped those
long legs around me and we both started pumping again. She bit my
neck. I kissed her eyes. All the while my cock was moving in and out
like a piston in an engine. She was making those animal noises and
all at once she came. I kept on moving as all her muscles went tense
and her eyes rolled back.

She smiled up at me and rolled me over, getting on top. Sitting
straight up on my cock, she started bobbing up and down. I looked up
at her and enjoyed the show. Her tits were dancing there in the dim
city lights. She looked truly fine, with her slim waist and great
round hips. She especially looked good on my cock. Her eyes were
closed and she was lost in the rhythm. Then she leaned down to me and
started rubbing our bellies together. I arched my back and lifted my
knees so I could pump into her. She started gasping and I felt myself
getting close, too.

“Oh Ed!” She got off, and she got me off too. I must have
filled her with a quart of hot cum while I felt her moaning and
writhing on me.

By dawn, we both were exhausted and fell into a deep slumber.
When we woke up there was no more time for fun, I had to get to the
meeting I was really in town for. Afterward, she picked me up and
drove me to the airport.

I don’t know when I’ll get to see her again in person, but
somehow I know that when we meet online, it will be even better than
before. And sooner or later I’ll have business back in her town.
Despite our busy night, there are plenty of things we still want to
try on each other.

Archive-author: William Bloom

Archive-title: Out in the Woods

It was “Senior Ditch Day”, and a group of us had head out to

Whilhite State Park. It was a beautiful place, set right at the

foot of the mountains. Things were a little uncomfortable for

me, because I was a last minute addition to the party. I didn’t

really plan on going, because my ex-girlfriend, April, was going

to be there.

She broke up with me, because she “couldn’t handle the

relationship.” I think it was because she’s got this prudish

hang-up about only having sex in the missionary position.

Anyway, I noticed that all day long, April and another girl,

Ellen were watching me. Every time I looked in their direction,

they’d look away, and Ellen would look kind of embarrassed. I

could imagine what April had been telling her.

Ellen was kind of pretty. She usually wore clothes that

were too big for her. Her hair hung straight down, and she wore

no make-up. I don’t think I’d ever really saw her with anyone at

school before. It was kind of strange that she was at the party

anyway.

Ellen never hung with any crowd. She was quiet, and was

definitely out of place with just about anyone. April was

probably doing her a favor by bringing her along. She had been

staying by April’s side all day long.

After a few hours, and one flag football game later, I

noticed that Ellen had left the crowd. I couldn’t see her

anywhere. That’s when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I turned, it was April. She look kind of sheepish.

“Can you do me a favor, Billy?” she asked.

I felt a little flush of heat in my face. Our last

argument had contained a little line by her that said, “Fine,

don’t do me any favors!” I fought back the urge to remind her of

it.

“I guess so.” I was somewhat of a push over.

“I was telling Ellen about the falls up the mountain,” she

told me.

“So?”

“She went up there. She didn’t want anyone to come along.

It’s quite a hike, and she might get lost.”

“So, you want me to catch up to her and make sure she

doesn’t,” I said.

“No! I was thinking about you following her, and if she

gets into any trouble, then you can help her.”

Boy, was I a push over. I didn’t like the idea of leaving a

good party, just to follow some girl up a mountain. I picked up

a pack and threw a couple of beers in it, and started up the

trail. I had been to the falls before, and I knew it was a

twenty minute hike.

I was only a few minutes behind Ellen, and soon caught up to

her. I stay behind her, and of to the side of the trail, so that

if she looked back, she wouldn’t see me. I tried to move as

quietly as possible.

The noon sun cut through the trees, and I stripped off my

shirt as I went. My t-shirt was soaked with sweat. I shoved the

shirt in the bag.

After awhile, Ellen reached the pools at the bottom of the

falls. I stayed back in the brush and drank a beer while she

walked around the pools and picked up rocks. I could have killed

April for sending me up here.

For a few moments, Ellen studied a rock, then threw it into

the clear water. This was a beautiful area, and not too many

people knew about it. I watched Ellen as she took off her shoes.

She looked into the water, and dipped her foot. The water must

have been cold. But, a second later, she dove in, with all her

clothes on.

A few seconds passed, and she didn’t come up, I was about to

leave my post and dive in after her, when suddenly she broke the

surface, and took in a big gasp of air. April was really in for

it.

Ellen swam around for awhile, and then decided that it was

time to get out of the water. She pulled herself out of the

water, found a sunny area on the rock, and lay down. She

shivered a few times, then sat up.

For some reason, I knew what was coming next. She pulled

her shirt out, unbuttoned it, and took it off. She wasn’t

wearing a bra, and her tiny little breasts matched the whiteness

of the rest of her torso. She sat back on her hands for a moment

and let the sun shine down on the tiny mounds of her chest.

Satisfied with the heat, she unbuttoned her jeans, stood up

and slid them off, leaving just a pair of wet, white, cotton

panties. Again, she spread herself in the sun.

With her back turned to me, she bent over and gave me the

best view I had had so far. Slowly, she pulled her panties off,

to show me a small, white, round ass, with her tiny brown haired

muff peeking from between her legs. She stood straight, and

stretched in the light, turned a little so that I could see the

front of her.

Her pussy didn’t take up a lot of area between her legs.

Just a little bit of brown, curly hair covered the small “V”.

She had been hiding a nice little body under all those clothes.

She stayed in the sun for a moment, then turned and walked

into the woods. Suddenly, her little swim and nude sunbathing

turned into a nudist fantasy. I decided to follow her, but kept

my distance. After all, she might run into trouble. Right?

It was kind of easy keeping track of her as she walked naked

through trees. Then, she was gone. How had I lost her. There

was a small clearing just a few feet away, but as I walked into

it, I still could not see her.

As I stood there, about to feel panic, I got the feeling I

was being watched. I turned, and at the other end of the meadow

was Ellen. She was standing with her hand lightly folded over

her pussy.

“I think you’re a bit over-dressed, Billy,” she said and

began to walk towards me.

I knew exactly what she was talking about and pulled off my

t-shirt. She was close now, and reached a hand out and touched

my chest. I cupped my hand around one of her breasts. It was

firm, and the nipple was hard. I looked into her eyes, and her

hand wandered down and rubbed my crotch.

“April said you could help me,” she said.

“With what?” I asked, still not believing what was

happening.

“Well, I’ve got these great, big fantasies, but, I’ve never

had sex with a man before.” Her hand rubbed harder into my

crotch.

“Never?”

“Well, I’ve been with April before, and we like to finger

each other, but it’s not the same.”

This was a revelation to me. April never came across as a

bi-sexual type. It’s not that I don’t like bi-sexual girls, in

fact I’m all for it. My first fuck was with my sister, and her

girlfriend. I just didn’t think April was into anything that

kinky.

“Maybe I can help,” I said.

Her fingers fumbled around my belt, and finally loosened it.

She then unzipped my pants. Her hand pushed in past my briefs,

and her fingers wandered up and down the hard on that I had had

for quite awhile. Her face showed her inexperience, as she

looked surprised at what she was doing.

She pulled her hand out, and backed away, smiling. She

walked off about ten feet, then found a sunny place to lay down.

I pulled off my shoes and socks. Then stripped my pants off, and

threw them to the side.

As I walked towards her, Ellen got to her knees, reached out

her hand and wrapped her fingers around my cock. For a moment,

she just touched it. She ran her fingers up and down the shaft,

and fingered my balls. She studied it intently. Then noticed a

tiny drop of jism on the tip.

She moved closer and lightly flicked it with her tongue.

She must have liked it, because she wrapped her tongue around the

head of my dick, and then tried to swallow it. For a beginner,

she was good. She couldn’t have learned this from April, because

April wouldn’t even think of going down on my cock.

Ellen worked my cock over and over. A couple of times I let

her think I was getting ready to cum, and she got even more

excited and worked even harder. Before long, I cut loose with a

mighty jet of jism. Some of it spilled out of her mouth, but she

quickly brought it back in with her tongue. She fell back onto

the grass and smiled. Her hands fell to her cunt and began to

furiously pump in and out.

“Oh, I’m so horny,” she said, “Help me?”

I nodded, and knelt between her feet. I displaced her hands

with mine, and pushed my fingers in and out of her wet box. Its

own perfume drifted up and gave me new energy. I felt my dick

getting harder than before.

“Eat me, please, eat me,” she pleaded. It was almost a cry.

I didn’t waste anytime. I moved down and plunged my tongue

into her slit. I pried at her door, but is was tight, and

something harder would have to open it. I flicked and sucked at

her clit until she was rocking in the grass. She moaned and

groaned, and even squealed once or twice. This was as much a

treat for me as it was her.

I pulled her legs further apart, and pulled them up to my

shoulders, just as I was aiming my cock at her tight, virgin

cunt, something at the edge of the meadow caught my attention.

April was sitting on a large rock. Stark naked, and

fingering herself madly. There was another surprise. She was a

voyeur. That wasn’t going to stop me now.

I turned my attention back towards the girl under me.

“Fuck me, please. Slide into me, Billy,” she said.

I did just that. Her hole was tight, but it gave under the

gentle pressure of my rod. This time she squealed, and almost

screamed. She threw her whole body into the action. I don’t

know who was pumping harder, me or her, but I do know that her

cunt was trying to swallow my dick whole.

Just before she was about to climax, I pulled out of her,

and moved up her body. I placed my dick between her tiny breasts

and gave her the best tit fuck I could. She bent her head up,

and sucked at the head of my cock and I shot my load in her

face.

I heard a squeak come from the edge of the meadow, and knew

that April had cum, too.

I climbed off of Ellen, turned her over, and lifted her to her

knees. She looked back at me over her shoulder. Her eyes showed

her passion. I parted the lips of her cunt, and pushed my cock

into her. Slowly I began to pump into her and she pumped back

to me. She was fuck crazy.

It wasn’t before long that she was ready to cum, and me,

too. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. I slid my

thumb into her butt hole and worked it back and forth. Her

frenzy became a whole new experience for me. Then wildly, we

both came.

We collapsed on the grass and breathed together for some

time. Then, April joined us, and we started all over again.

April surprised me again, and again.

–

Slowly, she lifted herself off the bed on which she lay, ducking her head
to avoid the glass cover which had protected her for the last ten years.
She walked stiffly over to the next tank. Commander Barton’s body was still
inside, while her pulse and respiratory indicators showed her to be dead. The
other two tanks, which were reserved for the two men of the crew, also
contained bodies with no detectable respiration or heartbeat. She was the only
surviving member of her squad.

There were nearly a hundred squads of four in isolated control rooms
like this. They were separated by several hundred miles. The rational
behind this was that when the bombs started to fall at least one-third
of the control rooms were expected to survive. After the nuclear winter
had eliminated all human life the chosen ones would emerge from suspended
animation and start over; at least those who survived would.

Her name was Jessica Martin, an architect, art historian, construction
engineer and most important a fertile female. By her acceptance into the
Savior’s program, she had agreed to become the mate of one of the members of
her squad. He was a loathsome man with a genius level I.Q. This requirement
had almost made Jessica reject the program’s offer, but she had wanted to
survive the holocaust. It was almost a relief that his life support system
had failed. Unfortunately, the only two other members of the Saviors program
who could help her were also dead.

Fully awake now, Jessica started the preparations necessary for the next day’s
trip to the rendezvous point. The radiation readings were high, but tolerable.
The temperature outside was nearly eighty. This was better than expected
for a Spring day in the southwest desert after several hundred cubic miles
of dirt had been thrown in the air by nuclear explosions. Actually,
it was several hundred cubic kilometers. It had been agreed that
the survivors would convert to metric now. Most of the scientists
in the group had readily gone along with this since they were all used to
the system. Her profession still worked in feet and inches. Adjusting
wouldn’t be to difficult. If Jessica made a mistake in her conversions,
who would care if she went a few kilometers-per-hour over the speed limit?
There was no one there to enforce it anyway.

After nearly eight hours of preparation, including a wide variety of tests
for biological hazards, latent radiation, and chemical pollutants, she
was ready to start her trip. Everything went smoothly. The canned water
had not perished, the freeze dried food had not decomposed and the computer
had kept the solar car’s batteries charged.

The only set back she had, aside from the death of her companions, was that
the gun locker was buried under a huge concrete beam. Obviously, some kind of
explosion had occurred near by and now she was going to have to enter the
world above armed with only a tazer gun.

The tazer gun had been left in the glove compartment of her
transportation, a solar car. This was because, like the solar car’s batteries,
its charge had to be maintained for the ten years she had been
in thermo freeze. For projectiles, the tazer fired two darts which
struck an adversary and delivered a shock of twenty thousand volts through
wires which attached to the gun. It only had a range of around three meters
and only worked against one opponent. These limitations did not really
intimidate Jessica, since all animal life, including the human race,
had been removed from the surface planet by an excessively large number of
nuclear explosions. The only real danger would come from the few people, if
any, who survived the holocaust by hibernating underground like she did.

She spent her last night on the couch of her thermo tank. This time
she kept the lid up and relied on her body’s natural cycle of sleep
to wake her up rather than the life support computer. The next morning she
opened the two levels of outer doors and drove off using the battery power of
her solar car. There would be enough light out to recharge the vehicle as
she drove.

Although it was not as she expected, the outside world was peaceful. The
mountain under which she had been buried was still dry and arid. It had
remained nearly unchanged, the only noted difference being that the road north
to Arrow Point was in poorer condition than it had been ten years ago. This
was to be expected, given the untimely nuclear termination of the local
highway department.

In every direction, the desert stretched, broken occasionally by a shriveled
tree or cactus. It startled her that, no matter how sparse, plant life had
survived even in a desert after a nuclear holocaust. Jessica was taken more
aback by the vulture which circled overhead. Obviously, animal life had also
survived.

She drove on over the pitted road, heading north. Life seemed in abundance
compared to what she had expected. After two hours of driving she
nearly ran over a snake sunning itself on the side of the road. After
four hours she had seen a several small birds and one rat which
reminded her of her now deceased potential mate. Travelling
at twenty kilometers-an-hour, she was nearly a hundred kilometers from the
control room when she came across the wreck.

It was a four wheel drive vehicle, only a scorched hulk by the side of
the road with its two occupants burnt to a crisp inside. From the fresh
smell of gasoline, it was obvious that the vehicle had not been there more than
a few days. It appeared as though more than vultures, snakes and rats had
survived the war.

Just after she passed the wreck she heard the motorcycles behind her. There
were three men, all had shaved heads and wore leather jackets. Even at
peak speed there was no way that Jessica could out run the bikes. She pulled
over to the side of the road and waited for them to hopefully pass. They
didn’t. Instead, they pulled slowly up behind her with wolfish grins on their
faces. Even with her hair tied up, wearing a silver environment jumpsuit, she
was obviously a woman.

The three men parked their bikes and dismounted a short distance away from
where her vehicle was parked. Forming a skirmish line with cross bows leveled,
they advanced towards her. She sat quietly in the drivers seat. Maybe she had
been speeding. Maybe someone did care. What would she say?, “Excuse me
officer the nuclear holocaust knocked down all the speed limit signs. You
know how these solar powered cars are they just drive so fast.” Unfortunately,
solar powered vehicles were about the slowest form of transportation around and
besides, these men were obviously not police officers.

As they neared her she released the catch on the window and opened it. The
lead man, who looked like a blind date she once had, licked his lips. She
smiled, gave a flirtatious wave and shot him with the tazer gun. He let out a
howl as twenty thousand volts immobilized him.

Jessica drove off, leaving the other two men staring at her in amazement. If
only they stayed that way. In her rear view mirror she could see the lead
man stagger to his feet. That wasn’t possible, the tazer gun was guaranteed
to immobilize an assailant for at least ten minutes. Now was not the time
to think about getting a refund.

He screamed to his companions as he ran towards his bike. They caught up
to her in no time. Keeping a safe distance the leader easily shot out one
of her back tires with a pistol. The car careened out of control and slammed
into a dune. Jessica’s head struck the windshield. In her daze she saw the
three men run up to her vehicle. The drivers side window was smashed with the
butt of a rifle and she was dragged out without a fight.

Everything was blurry as she was thrown on her back. One man pinned her
arms, the other her legs as the leader straddled her. He ripped open the front
of her environment suit. “No” she murmured, to dazed from her blow to the
head to put up a fight. As the leader’s hands worked lower, she saw a fourth
man running towards them.

With a terrifying speed, the new arrival struck the man holding her legs with
the butt of his rifle. As the leader turned, he received a similar blow to
the face and like his companion was put temporarily out of commission. The
man holding her arms began to draw a pistol from his belt.
Before it left its holster, he was on the ground holding his crotch. Having
been given a kick squarely in the genitals, he had no real alternative
but to writhe in pain. Jessica’s savior was on him before he could recover.
There was a slight gurgling noise as the throat of this assailant was cut.
Without wasting any time, the throats of the other two men were also slit,
this insured that they were both permanently out of commission.

Her knight in shiny armour turned out to be a knight in black leather.
Looking up from his knee high boots to his nearly military haircut, she
saw he was a veritable arsenal. With a knife strapped to his right leg,
a pistol slung low to his hip and a bandoleer of ammunition over one shoulder,
he was both handsome and threatening. He was around 5′10” with sandy blonde
hair, broad shoulders and a slim waist. The desert had hardened him; this only
added to his good looks and ferocity.

As he eyed her carefully, Jessica realized that her breasts were hanging out of
her torn jumpsuit. She pulled it over them and fixed her bra. “You aren’t
going to rape me?” she asked. Walking towards his car, he shook his head.
Jessica received conflicting feelings of relief and disappointment as the
stranger walked towards his car.

It was a black Rally Sport, Camaro, 1973 if Jessica’s guess was right. Before
the war she had dated a man obsessed with cars. Actually obsessed was a mild
term for his addiction and subsequent boring monologues on such exciting topics
as the improved carburetor intake valves in the 73 versus the 74 Camaro.
Maybe the nuclear holocaust had been a good thing.

Her savior started his car’s engine and drove it next to the bikes. With a
piece of plastic hose he started to syphon the fuel from the motorcycle
closest to his car. Once the syphonning process was started he walked back
towards her.

Jessica stood up, running her fingers through her hair, which now hung
loosely about her shoulders, she tried to compose herself. “I’d like to thank
you. My name is Jessica Martin.” she said extending her hand. He looked up
momentarily and began to search the former owners of the motorcycles.
He removed a variety of weapons and tools from each of them. Adding to
Jessica’s opinion that here was a man of fine breeding, he removed the leader’s
boots which looked to be in better shape than his own. This made Jessica’s
stomach turn; her hero was nothing more than a grave robber.

After depositing his loot in his car and starting the syphonning process
on another motorcycle, he walked towards Jessica’s
vehicle. With a wrench in one hand, he began sizing up the vehicle. “Excuse
me” Jessica stammered, “That’s my car and I would like to keep it in
one piece.” At her request he walked back towards his car and began taking
selected parts off one motorcycle.

In disgust Jessica walked to her car. It appeared to be hopelessly stuck in
the dune. Its motor refused to engage, probably because most of the battery
cells had been destroyed when she crashed. She picked up her food and what
gear she could carry and walked towards the Camaro. The third motorcycle was
now being syphonned and another bike was being stripped of useful parts.

“Excuse me”, she said “could you possible give me a ride north.”

“No” was the first word he spoke to her.

“Well, what do you expect me to do?”

“I don’t care” he replied as the flow of liquid began to dwindle from
the siphoning hose.

“You bastard. The only reason you saved me was so that you could get
more fuel for your car.” Jessica was angry, she had been used.

“No, the only reason why I saved you was that there are now three less
skags in the valley to give me trouble”.

Jessica’s anger calmed. “Take me with you.”

“No”

“Why?”

“I already have one too many mouthes to feed.”

“I have food.”

“Nope.”

In desperation and with a bit of desire, she added, “I’ll sleep with you”.

He stood up, grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her against him.
She could feel his leather jacket press against her breast. His kiss was
fierce but cold. Despite this it sent shivers through her entire body. One
top of the indignity of the forced kiss he added, “If I wanted
to sleep with you I would take you now. You are not my responsibility.”
She was angry, she had been rejected. There was a first time for everything.

Jessica thought for a moment. “I can give you fuel, food and weapons
if you can get me up to Arrow Point in the north.” His eyes lit up as
Jessica continued, “I’m from a group called the Saviors. We were placed in
cryogenic freeze before the war. After ten years the thermo units were set to
wake us up. We are all supposed to rendezvous at Arrow Point. We have
supplies and the technological know-how to start over.”

“Then, why are you alone?” he demanded.

“My companions’ thermo units failed somehow. I was the only survivor from
my group. There were nearly a hundred other groups. Those who survived
are heading towards Arrow Point”. She batted her eyelashes and tried to
look as helpless as possible. Jessica leaned forward slightly so that her
ripped jumpsuit would show off her breast. After all, this man was her
one chance at survival in this savage world.

The man leaned against his car contemplating the offer. Eyeing the dwindling
flow from the syphonning hose, he said “Alright, but on my terms.” Jessica
smiled, she still had a touch with men. She had coaxed him into taking her
along.

Fifteen minutes later Jessica and the stranger were travelling north.
Strapped into the passenger’s seat, she had both hands chained at her sides.
No matter how much she protested, he refused to have it any other way.
When he said “My terms”, he meant it. The wind blew her jumpsuit open as
they drove. It was no longer necessary for her to lean forward in order
to give him a view of her breasts. He could just look over at her, chained on
his terms and see what ever he wanted. Contrary to what she desired and
expected, he never took his eyes off the road.

He introduced himself as Jason, no last name, just Jason. Obviously,
he trusted no one. In his brief monologue, Jason told her that the valley was
ruled, for the most part, by a biker called The King. This biker leader,
had several dozen men under him who scavenged off the surrounding land and
sought to remove all undesirables from the area. They wanted total control of
the valley, while the undesirables, like Jason, sought to survive by
scavenging off the scavengers.

The main difficulty in heading north is that they would have to cross the
river. This meant either leaving the car and swimming across the cesspool
of a river, or driving across the bridge. Although the bridge was heavily
guarded, abandoning the car was not an alternative. Crossing the river was
the only way to drive out of the valley and therefore the only means of
accomplishing this was being protected. That way the King could keep
his own me from deserting and men like Jason from getting into the outside
world. More importantly, the bridge served to keep Jason’s car in the valley;
it was the most valuable item around, next to Jessica.

The roads were in fair shape as they drove. Jason’s skill at driving made
them seem in better shape then they actually were. His car made better time
than the solar power car had. On the back seat were the two battery cells
which had survived the crash of the solar car. This and some food was all
that Jason determined was salvageable from the solar car, besides Jessica.

As they drove he rested his hand on the shift. Confined by the
chain attached to her left wrist, Jessica could just barely
brush her finger tips against his hand. She did so as they drove, because
she longed for his attention and desired to please him. After all,
he had saved her life. He seemed not to notice. Giving in to instinct, he
let his hand wander and touch the side of her left breast. Her gasp of
pleasure awoke Jason from his trance. Quickly, he withdrew his hand, making
it a point not to let it rest on the stick shift anymore. Jessica wondered
why he didn’t find her desirable.

They stopped several miles from the bridge and pulled off behind a ridge.
Jason wanted to attempt the crossing at night, so there was nothing left to
do but wait out the rest of the day. Unlocking her hands, he placed
a chain around her neck. The other end of the new chain was locked to a
convenient log. Jessica sat obediently at the base of the log while
Jason lit a small fire and opened a can of food for dinner. She had no choice,
the chain around her neck kept her from running away and as an
extra precaution he had tied her hands behind her back.

As Jason heated the can over the flames, Jessica felt the gnawing of
hunger pangs. Dinner was only beef stew, but it smelt wonderful.
Jessica hadn’t eaten all day and before that, not for ten years.
After it reached the desired temperature, Jason placed the contents
of the can on a plate and began to devour it. “What about me?” Jessica
asked. This brought a smile to Jason’s face as he replied by reaching over
and striking her across the face. Following this momentary distraction,
he took a long swig from his canteen and resumed eating.

When he had finished nearly everything on his plate he slid it over to
Jessica. She looked up at him despising everything he stood for. Starving,
hands tied behind her back, she had no choice but to lick what remained of
dinner off the plate. Maintaining her strength was more important than saving
face. Once they reached Arrow Point he would pay. Surely, the Saviors
wouldn’t want such a man in their midst, nor would they allow him to exist in
the new world they would create.

Having finished what remained on the plate, Jessica lay her head down on the
log, hoping that she would sleep. This was a difficult task because she did
not find herself tired, rather she was strangely aroused. After ten years in
thermo freeze this was to be expected. It had nothing to do with her
travelling companion, the way he treated her or the way her fed her dinner.
Although the only man around was a barbarian, she couldn’t help but fantasize
that he would extract some kind of payment from her as they travelled north.
With these thoughts she drifted into sleep.

Jason nudged her with his boot. Jessica stirred and kissed his foot as she
slept. He nudged her a second time and she awoke as she prepared to kiss his
foot again. Jessica had dreamt he had torn away her foolish silver environment
suit and instead had given her several skimpy pieces of fur to wear.
Before she was allowed to accompany him to the north she was told she must
kiss his boots. She did so willingly, only to wake and discover it had
been a dream.

Night having fallen, he unchained her neck, allowing her to rise to her feet.
Leading her to the car, he chained her to the floor of the back seat. “Why
can’t I sit in the front seat?” she demanded.

Jason smiled, “If there is trouble, I don’t want my cargo damaged”.

“You bastard” she spat.

Jessica’s position did not provide her with a good view of the events which
transpired. From where she lay, it was obvious that Jason was driving at a
high speed towards the bridge. There was no light on dash board and therefore
she assumed he was driving without head lights. The ride was surprisingly
smooth despite the adverse conditions under which they travelled.
Once again she was impressed at his ability to drive. This time the
conditions were even worse, it was at night, without headlights,
on roads which had not been repaired in ten years. He truly was a rare breed
of man; she would make him pay for his arrogance.

The car accelerated suddenly. Jessica assumed that they had reached the
bridge. Bending her body upward she could see Jason with one hand
on the wheel and the other holding a pistol. The barrel was pointed out
the window. Firing several shots, he cut the wheel sharply as if
to avoid something. Thrown back on the floor by the sudden maneuver,
Jessica let out a scream as the windshield shattered spraying glass in all
directions. Even where she lay, shielded by the front seats, she was showered
by flying pieces of glass. As something large bounced off the hood of the
car, it did not waver from its course for a moment. Obviously, some `skag’
had gotten in Jason’s way. The car roared on steadily and Jessica realized
that they had reached safety.

After a seemingly endless amount off time Jason pulled over.
Lifting her carefully from the back seat, he asked if she was all right.
Jessica nodded, having been taken aback by his sudden change in attitude.
He had been so tender carrying her from the back seat and seemed to caress her
as he dusted the pieces of glass from the outside of her jumpsuit.

Jason’s face was covered with blood. This didn’t seem to bother him
and Jessica knew enough first aid to realize that even the smallest
facial wound bleeds torrents. Jessica felt a tinge of sadness as he removed
the neck chain and untied her hands. “Take off your clothes.” he said as
he removed his jacket. Jessica juiced in anticipation. He brushed
the glass off his shirt and shook his jacket out. Instead of throwing her
on her back and using her, he placed his jacket around her and shook the glass
out of her jump suit.

Ignoring her, he made sure there was no glass left in her jump suit. The only
passion he could muster was a look minor look of disdain for her foolish
choice of attire in a post nuclear world. Jessica could only glare at him.
She had been rejected again. With her standing there in only her skimpy
undergarments, how could he be immune to her beauty?

She took off his jacket and her bra exposing her breasts to him. Her nipples
were erect with desire but all Jason could muster was a perplexed look.
Jessica removed her lacy bra and brought it to her mouth in order to moisten
it. “Its cotton” she said “It is the only thing I have that will clean up
the blood properly.” This obviously did not include the first aid kit which
sat idly in her pack on the back seat.

Leaning forward she brought her left breast within inches of his mouth
as she wiped the blood from his face. For a moment his whole body
tightened. Almost immediately, Jason regained his composure as Jessica
felt his body relax again. Either he was gay or he had tremendous self
control. Jessica deliberately poked the cut on his forehead in a feigned
attempt to clean it. He didn’t flinch, although she knew it must have hurt.

Rejected, she stormed back to the car and got the first aide kit. Walking
back towards Jason she started to cry. “You faggot” she screamed, throwing
the kit at him. Easily ducking the projectile, he walked towards her. Jessica
longed and expected to be struck. Instead he stood there and for the first
time appeared to be unsure of what to do.

Still sobbing she cried, “You don’t love me. You don’t find me attractive.”

Jason took a step backwards, taken aback as her tears turned quickly
into anger. Lunging forward, her nails dug into his exposed shoulders.
Grabbing her arms, he forced her to the ground. Once he was occupied with her
razor sharp finger nails, Jessica brought her head up and sunk her teeth into
his shoulder. “You bitch” he grunted, striking her across the face with the
back of his hand.

Reeling from the blow, she fell back to the ground. He dove on top of
her as she brought her knee up to greet him. Twisting his hips to the side he
took the potentially fatal blow on his right thigh. One hand
grabbed both her wrists while the other tore her panties off.
Having removed the final obstacle from her body, Jason opened his pants.
Jessica’s hands were held over her head, she was helpless. He penetrated
her thrusting into her fiercely. Each blow brought him closer and closer
to ecstasy. Finally, he exploded inside her with one last powerful thrust.
Lying there, Jessica realized that she had been used; forced against her will
to give him pleasure, after all she was only a woman.

Jessica lay blissfully, in his arms. After a while, she crawled away
for a moment to where he discarded her neck chain. With the chain
dangling between her red lips, she crawled humbly back to him. Jason
smiled as he put the chain around her neck, fastening the other side
somewhere underneath the car.

He wrapped one arm around Jessica and clutched he long silky hair with
his free hand. “Listen to me” he said “I already lost someone special
in this bitch of a world. I’m not planning on loosing you. Do it my way, on
my terms and we will survive.”

“Yes, master” she replied as a tear of joy fell from her eye. Jessica
hoped she would make him happy. He loved her and had opened up to her
by letting her into his life. By overcoming his loss and loving her,
Jessica was left with no choice but to reciprocate his feelings by becoming
his slave.

The next morning Jessica woke to find a plate with the remainder of
breakfast on it. Without using her hands she ate it.

Jason was busy in the car. He had removed the shattered windshield and
was doing something behind the front seats. Removing the chain
from where it was fastened underneath the car he pulled Jessica to her feet.
“I made something for you.” he said.

The floor behind the front seats was covered with several blankets and
a piece of small fur. There was also a pillow there. “It is your
slave nest. We don’t want your beauty to attract undesired attention and
we wouldn’t want you hurt.”

“Yes, master” she replied.

“By the way”, he added, “I want you to use that piece of fur to make
yourself a more suitable outfit.” She nodded. “Also, I also don’t feel it
would be in my, I mean our best interest to head towards Arrow Point right
now. I think the `perfect’ society would be too restrictive.” Kissing her
he added, “I have everything I could possibly want right now.”

“Yes, master”, she cried giving him a kiss. “I will make an outfit
which I hope you will find pleasing.”

“I find the one you are wearing now quite pleasing”. With that he
placed her on all fours and took advantage of her lack of attire.

“Yes, master” she cried.

Not the same kind of adventures the old timers had on those sailing vessels,
though. Those days belong to ancient history.

I’m talking about bedroom adventures. That was what I was looking for when
I started out and I’m still looking for them, although I have had them all
around the world.

I’ve been a pussy freak since I was 12. I guess you could describe me as a
seaman by trade and a lover by inclination.

I’ve read these articles by different guys who said one certain ethnic type
of woman was the best balling. I’ve tried them all and I can’t say that…
they are ALL good!

But don’t let anyone tell you that women are the same all over the world
either. They are all different. Basically built the same of course, but
still different in so many wonderful, interesting ways.

In Asia, Africa and Latin America, the only women a sailor can get close to
is a professional. Married women don’t dare play around and single girls live
at home and are closely guarded.

But those whores are different than these walking cash register, these
automatic pussies we have here in the States. Those Asian, African and Latin
American hookers enjoy what they do for a living and even the best of them ask
so little in terms of US currency that it is almost free.

And of course, here in the States, and in most European countries and
Australia, even a seaman doesn’t have to pay for pussy.

In England, Scotland and Australia, there is a certain type of broad that
automatically gets an itchy crotch whenever she spots a seafaring man. And
don’t think we can’t be spotted. No matter how casually we dress, the broads
spot us by our tanned faces and rolling stride.

In Liverpool, I balled a young broad AND her mom in a space of ten hours.
Joyce was a long legged brunette beauty who worked in a Liverpool office and
hung around waterfront bars because she had a thing for seamen.

I took her out for a few drinks then we went to her parents house. It
turned out that her father was retired British Navy and her brother was in the
merchant marine.

We had a friendly visit, drank a lot of beer, then casually as anything,
Joyce and I went to bed. Her parents didn’t seem to mind at all. They seemed
to take it all for granted.

I balled Joyce most of the night. Then she had to go to sleep so she could
get up in time for work. In the morning, she left me in bed and went to work.
That was when her mom came in and asked me what I’d like for breakfast.

It seemed that the old man had also gone to work and the mother and I were
alone in the house. She was a prettyy dark-eyed, prematurely gray woman in
her mid forties, a bit on the hefty side, but still sexy.

When I told her what I wanted for breakfast she blushed, then giggled, but I
got what I wanted. I have always enjoyed eating pussy for breakfast.

I was out in the Pacific islands before they got too fucked up. They were
fucked up by the GI’s to a certain extent but the tourists hadn’t started
going there yet. These Polynesian broads were probably the best, if there is
such a thing as best. I always liked their directness. To them, sex was no
big deep, dark secret. It was something you did for fun, like dancing or
swimming.

The Arab whores in Beruit and Dar Es Salaam are something else. They’ve
been trained since childhood in the arts of pleasing a man. The only trouble
is you have to make sure you never fuck around when you don’t have a couple of
pals along. You could end up a naked corpse with a slit throat.

The Filipino babes are out of sight too. They have the tightest cunts in
the world, even the hookers. But in Manilia, you ahve to be careful and not
get fooled by a benabae, a drag queen. In the Phillipines it isn’t easy to
tell the difference.

But what the hell, who cares?

The merchant marine is a great career for a pussy freak. Naturally you go
weeks without any, but you can sure make up for it whenever you go ashore!

I got home from work this one Friday, feeling somewhat kinky and in
the mood for something wild and crazy. I went to the bedroom and
stripped out of my work clothes, then to the bathroom for a relaxing
bath. I began to wash myself, sliding my soapy hand over my neck to my
breasts, down my stomach then down between my legs, and began playing
with myself thinking about the first time I had an orgasm by another
man. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had men bring me to orgasm before, before
I was married, but, for some reason this time was different, maybe
because my husband was present. Anyway, the next thing I knew, he was
making love to me and I was cumming off whispering to myself over and
over, fuck me, fuck me, almost feeling as the warmth his own climax
enter my body, filling every inch inside of me. Then I came. I laid in
the hot tub for several minutes as the vision faded along with my
orgasm, then stepped out of the tub and dryed myself.

I remember walking to the dresser saying to myself, so, he want’s
me to fuck other men huh, ok, I’ll fuck’em, I’ll fuck every man in
sight! I’ll give him one night he’ll never forget! and picked out a
black skirt, black see thru blouse, bra and a very very sexy black lace
teddy with attached garters and last, a pair of sheer black stocking. I
want back to the bathroom and shaved my legs then my pussy, which I’ve
kept nice and smooth for years. I then dressed and put on my make-up,
red lipstick with gloss and bright red nail polish.

I met my husband at the door telling him to hurry and get changed
because we were going out! He thinking the outfit was for him asked what
was the occasion. I told him, I decided to give him what he always
wanted, and to get ready before I changed my mind. Needless to say he
was ready in a half an hour, and at the club in 15 minutes.

On the way to the club, I told my husband that we should sit at
different tables and I would “try” to come on to another guy and get
something going. Of course, he said, with the way your dressed, count on
it?

We both walked into the club about 8:30 PM and went our separate
ways, I at a table by the dance floor and my husband at the bar.

The night seemed long, as I wondered just how I was to come on to
these guys. I danced with a few, trying different approaches towards
them, none which seemed to work, then dancing with this one guy, I
decided to try something direct, while dancing a slow dance I slid my
hand down to his ass, pulling him very close to me I whispered to him, I
am very very wet. The guy said in return well maybe I can do something
about that. I said, somewhat turned on, lets go. Well, we walked out of
the club to his car and got in the back seat and began kissing and
kissing and feeling and feeling, his hand up my dress fingering me, my
hand on his cock feeling him getting harder and harder, finally breaking
our kissing I opened his pants and lowered my lips on his cock. His
finger continued playing with my clit while my lips worked on him when
suddenly I began to cum, and cum, and cum. Not long after, he began to
moan then I felt my mouth being filled with his hot sperm, swallowing it
all, thinking to myself, this isn’t any different than doing it with my
husband. I reached under my skirt and pulled open the snaps from my
teddy and laid back on the seat pulling him on me, rubbing his cock on
my pussy putting him inside of me. He fucked and fucked and fucked me,
finally pulling out saying, he couldn’t do it anymore. Understanding, I
sat up and snapped my teddy and said to him, maybe next time, and
returned to the club.

While slow dancing with my husband, I filled him in step by step on
everything I did, then returned again to my table and ordered a drink.
Sometime later, I was asked to dance by a not so bad looking guy, he
looked younger than I, but I thought, what the hell and asked him back
to my table. His name was Bob and was 22, (about 10 years younger than
me) blond hair and blue eyes and a not so bad looking body. Bob didn’t
seem the least bit intimidated what so ever by the age difference, and
didn’t try to come off older than he was, in fact he looked older than
he was. I almost felt a little guilty of my intentions, but, on the
other hand, he was still a man, all men are alike probably even as we
talked was thinking of a way he could get into my panties. The funny
thing was, I was thinking of a way of getting to get “him” into my
panties, so to speak.

As we talked, my mind skipped to the back seat of that guys car,
still not believing that I did WHAT I did. Sucking this guy was one
thing, but what really turned me on for some reason was him cumming in
my mouth and swallowing it. The more I thought about it the more turned
on I seemed to get. I then fantasized sex with this guy. By this time, I
was so hot, I actually felt a tingle between my legs, I had to excuse
myself and go to the ladies room and cool off before I came right there.
I sat on the seat in the stall and felt myself, I couldn’t believe how
wet I was, I totally soaked my teddy, then began fingering myself, I was
on my way towards the big O, my body at its highest erotic peek, almost
lost in my own pleasures, when all of a sudden pulled my hand away,
thinking, no, I want to save this, I want to be totally out of control,
I want this guy. As hard as it was, I wiped myself and buttoned up then
stood in front of the mirror and applied lipstick to my lips, then
returned to the table and Bob. I thought to myself, it’s either now or
never and said, trying not to come on to strong, but to the point and
yet still be some what of a lady, “wanna go somewhere else”?? the guy
reaction was, where? almost as he knew what I had in mind, I coyly
replied, how about someplace a little more private. Bob looked at me and
I looked at Bob, waiting for his answer, running my tongue over the edge
of my glass. As Bob finally began to speak, I felt little flutters in my
stomach, not sure what he might say, wanting him so much to say lets go.
Bob proceeded saying, he would go anywhere with me, but there was one
problem, and that was that he had driven 2 of his other friends and he
didn’t feel it would be right to go off and leave then stranded.

I thought for a minute then said to Bob, I have a great idea if you
and your friends willing, we all could have a little fun. Bob replied,
what exactly did you have in mind, I said, well if you guys wanted, we
all could go someplace a little private and try something different.

Bob said, let me get this straight, you’d be willing to take on 3
guys, I replied, the way I’m feeling right now, sure would. Bob then
said, sounds good to me, give me a few minutes and I’ll try to find my
friends, then took off. I went up to the bar to where my husband was and
filled him on what was about to happen then told him I might not be home
tonight. He was most excited about the whole thing, I then gave him a
little kiss and wiggled my fingers, see ya later.

I walked around the club looking for Bob, finding him by the ladies
room talking to some guys. Thinking they just might be the ones I’d be
with tonight I walked over to them more to get a better look, I looked
at them and thought to myself, not bad, not bad at all, then turned and
went into the ladies room to freshen up a bit, in another words, put on
more lipstick and a little dab of perfume in just the right places. I to
was quite excited about our little get together and was ready and
willing to do just about anything, and was sure I would be doing just
about everything. I walked out of the bathroom and found Bob standing in
the same place he was in when I passed him talking to the same guys and
walked to him. Turns out that they were the guys. Bob introduced his
friends to me, Jerry and Don and said, they would be more than happy to
take me up on my offer, I said, great, shall we go. All 4 of us walked
out of the club into the parking lot to Bobs car, I got into the front
while Jerry and Don got into the back, and drove off. Bob asked where I
would like to go, I just said, find the closest hotel. Bob drove a few
blocks and pointed to a sign lit up saying VACANCY and said, how about
this place, looks like they might have a room, I said, It looks as good
as any. Bob parked the car and went into the hotel to register and
returned shortly holding a room key saying were in room 121.

I suddenly became very nervous as we walked around to the room,
not wanting to back out or anything like that, it was just, I was hoping
I could fully perform my duties as a woman and be able to please these
guys in any and every way.

Finding the room, Bob placed the key in the hole and opened the
door, allowing me to enter first. I walked in the room followed by the
other 3 guys and walked to the bed sitting on the edge crossing my legs,
pulling my skirt down over my knee, still holding on to the fact, that I
still am a lady, at least for a little while longer. I was really
nervous now, as I watched Bob close and lock the door, then pull the
curtains closed. I guess I knew things would come down to this sooner or
later, although it was only a little over an hour ago when Bob asked me
to dance, which seemed like only 5 minutes to me and now, look where I
am, how times flies when your having fun. One part of me wanted to be
back at the club and the other part of me wanted to be here.

Bob came over to where I was sitting and sat next to me, not just
jumping into it, he placed his arm around me and we began to kiss. Bob
was a good looking guy and I was glad things got started with him first,
he made me feel very comfortable and relaxed, as if I was totally his,
with no else around. As we continued kissing, our tongues danced in each
others mouth, my legs became unfolded but remained pressed together as
he laid me on the bed. Shortly after being in my new position Bob broke
the erotic session of kissing and looked at me running his finger over
my face, down my neck to my breast, nicely tucked under my clothes like
present waiting to be opened. One by one he began to unbutton my blouse,
telling me how sexy I was, then moved the sheer black material off both
sides of my body. The idea of being undressed by a man was very much of
a turn to me, although most of the other time (when my husband wanted a
3 some) I was just wearing a teddy or something less and stripped it off
myself. Being with Bob for the moment made me almost forget that there
were other eyes watching me every step of the way. Bobs finger traced
the entire edges of my bra on both sides of my breasts almost as if he
was deciding what to do next, finally, pulled the top of my teddy off my
breasts and unsnapped my bra, exposing my not so large but excited
breasts and cupped his hand over one, slightly squeezing and gently
punching the nipple, then the other, sending wonderful signals through
my whole body.

Bob moved his hand off my breasts and started to tongue and lick my
nipple while at the same time began moving his hand on my leg, sliding
farther and farther up my skirt. For some reason it seemed easier to
expose by breasts than it was to spread my legs, maybe because woman’s
breasts are the visible part of our body. Realizing that this was really
it, the final step, time to show all. Feeling a bit embarrassed, knowing
the other guys were watching and knowing they were next,I spread my legs
letting his hand slid up my leg and over my crotch, His finger snaked
inside of my teddy darting in and out of my very moist hole then began
flicking over my clit, bringing me to the point I’ve waited for all
night, ORGASM, and I wanted him to make me cum. I was moaning and
panting continuous as his finger worked on my love bud, saying, Oh God
Yes , Don’t Stop, I’m Gonna cum, my body shivering and shaking trying to
cum but yet holding off as long as I could, then let go, exploding into,
what seemed as a never ending series of orgasms. My present lover got
off the bed and began to undress, while I continued laying, my hand
cupped over my crotch still in another world.

Bob returned to the bed moving me up on the pillow, and crawled
between my legs which opened automatically, and pulled open the snaps
from my teddy saying now to get a better look. After commenting on how
sexy it looks he lowered his head and began running his lips over my
soft mound kissing the smooth area working his way down to the slit
parting the lips and running his tongue over the length darting in my
already very wet hole. Bob finished licking then leaned over me placing
his over than average size cock at my hole and with slight difficulties
slowly eased in until every inch (of what looked to me was at least 8 or
9 inches) was inside of me. I began moaning from the second he started
to enter me, part was pure pleasure of him making love to me, the other
was a bit painful as Bob was much larger and thicker than my husband or
my other lovers, I almost felt like a virgin once again, having sex for
the first, as I felt my opening being spread wide open which I quickly
overcame with his total entrance in me. All sense of my lady like
appearance faded with my last orgasm as my moaning was non-stop and
increased as he pumped his huge organ faster and faster in me, my legs
tightly wrapped around him. A very strange and unusual thing happen,
Bob whispered to me and asked if it was ok for him to cum inside of me,
I giggled and said, you bet , and something like, in between my moans,
give it all to me, I want to feel your hot juice inside me. Bob began
panting, slowing down a bit, I could feel as his cock began to swell and
get ultra extra hard (I love that feeling when a man is about to cum)
then he arched in me OOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhh, as I felt pulse after pulse
after pulse of his hot orgasm shoot deep into me. Bob laid breathlessly
panting on me, slowly moving his member in me, then got up leaving me on
the bed and went to the bathroom.

At Bobs return to the bed, he stood at the bottom looking at me
finger a large amount of cum had dripped from my hole, and applying some
to my lips, licking it off. Bob remarked, what a sight, I sat up looking
down at the large white globs of cum sitting at the opening oozing out,
while the other guys gathered around to also see. Bob then collected his
clothes and began to dress saying he was going out to get some beer and
would return shortly. As I stood up, feeling large amounts of cum
dripping down my leg, I cupped my hand on my crotch and smeared it all
over then licked it from my fingers, giving these guys a little show,
then made my way to the bathroom for a little clean-up. I returned to
the bedroom with my teddy and bra back in place but left my blouse
unbuttoned (it looked sexier that way), straighten my skirt and
re-snapped the crotch of my teddy, and went over to the closest guy,
Jerry, and started kissing him, and feeling his hard cock through his
pants, then slid down into a kneeling position and proceeded opening his
pants pulling them down to his knees, only to see his erection bulging
through his bikini briefs, with about an inch or so past the head
peeking out from the top. I began running my finger over the shaft
feeling the shape of his hard cock through the soft material. Not
wanting just yet to remove them, I moved my lips to his cock sliding my
tongue over the material up to the bare skin exposed, then to the head
licking off the large drops of semen that formed.

Jerry slid my blouse off my shoulder and off one arm at a time,
then lifted me up and pulling down my teddy and opened my bra, once
again exposing my small breasts. Having sex with these guys, so far, was
nothing I had expected, I figured we’d get into the room and everyone
would undress and have a free-for-all with me. As Jerry caressed my
breasts with his mouth his hands moved around my waist pulling down the
zipper of my skirt, and with much ease slid it down my hip, letting it
fall to the floor. I stepped out of the skirt as Jerry moved me towards
the bed and laid me down, then he removed his underwear and joined me on
the bed. We french kissed for a short time feeling each others body, I,
feeling his cock, sliding my fingers over the slimy drops of semen that
oozed out, while he, had his hand inside my teddy crotch, fingering my
hole and clit. After our short but erotic kissing session, I pulled
opened the snaps of my teddy then moved myself around and on him 69,
immediately taking his cock into my mouth, sliding my lips up and down
the entire shaft, while at the same time, Jerry’s tongue moved over
every inch of my cunt, darting in and out of my hole, then hungrily
licked my love bud. After only about 10 minutes of making love to his
cock with my mouth he began moaning, then felt his cock began to swell,
then BOOM, felt as his hot load hit the back of my throat. Wrapped up
within my own orgasm, I swallowed every drop of cum that entered my
mouth, just then, as I reached the point of no return the door opened
and Bob walked in, I climaxed. I, still on top of Jerry, sucking the
head of his cock, and licking my lips, looked at Bob as he walked over
to the bed, Ummmmmmmmmm, tasted sooooo good. Bob replied, give that lady
a BUD! Jerry then said as I moved off him, God, that was good, no woman
has ever sucked me like that before, and swallowed all of it to. most
girls, at least the ones I can talk into sucking me, won’t let me cum in
their mouth’s, and the ones that do, just spit it out. I remarked
pulling the tab open from a can of beer, I am the best, Jerry simply
said, you sure are, I remarked once again, I never had any complaints
yet.

Taking a little break, and a few minutes to digest my previous
lovers orgasm, I sat down by a small table located by the front window
pulling up the thin material of my teddy over my breasts, and talked a
bit while I sipped on my beer. During the course of our talking, Bob
asked me a question, he said, now be honest, an average woman does not
offer to go off with 3 guys, and I can tell right off your not a hooker,
so, what’s a nice girl doing with the 3 of us. I thought for a second
and said, you want the real truth, ok, It’s my husband’s idea. His
fantasy was for me to dress up like a whore and pick a guy and well, let
him do what ever he wanted with me, but, I don’t think he’d have
expected me to end up with the 3 of you, then proceeded in telling them
about the guy I met before Bob and how my husband got so turned on when
I told him how I sucked him in the back seat of his car and swallowed
his orgasm, and how the guy tried to fuck me, but couldn’t. then said,
which wasn’t good enough for him, he wanted me to find some guy to fuck
me and cum in me Their first reaction was, wow, your married, and your
husband want’s you to fuck other men. Bob then said, well, if that’s
what he want’s, we’ll give you something to tell him, won’t we. I
replied, I sure will.

I finished my second beer, and looked at Don waiting looking as if
he was going to be left out, the only guy, who has not yet had sex with
me yet, and got up and moved to where he was sitting crawling up between
his legs on the bed taking his cock in my hand jerking it off a bit,
sliding my fingers over the goo that I squeezed from the head, then
leaned down and took him in my mouth. After a few minutes of sucking
Don, I felt my legs being spread apart and someone poking a cock at my
hole, and began fucking me doggie style. I continued humping Dons cock
in my mouth till he orgasmed, again, swallowing every ounce of his cum.
Then feeling the familiar pulse inside me, I knew Jerry, who was doing
me doggie, had cum. With his cock still in me, I sat up throwing my arms
around Jerry behind me and started kissing him while his hands caressed
my breasts. My hand moved down to my cunt feeling as Jerry’s cock slid
in and out of my hole, then began fingering some of the cum on my clit
till once again I orgasmed.

After my return from cleaning myself, I grabbed a beer taking a
short break. Afterwards, Bob lead me over to the bed and laid me down,
then started rubbing his cock over my nipple, he then positioned himself
over my chest placing his huge cock first in my mouth getting it wet
then between my tits sliding back and forth while I squeezed them
together. After about 15 or 20 minutes of dick sucking, tit fucking, Bob
sat up grabbing his cock jerking it off and came, shooting his load all
over my face, in my mouth and neck and tits, I reached up rubbing the
white thick goo all over my face and lips licking my fingers, while Bob
smeared the cum over my tits with his cock and putting it in my mouth to
lick off.

After yet another trip to the bathroom, I returned to the bed, and
addressed Dan, while fingering myself, telling him how much I’d love to
feel him inside me. Dan moved to the bed and began licking my cunt for a
short time, then positioned himself on top of me, and slipped his cock
in my hole, while at the same time I fingered my clit, until we both
orgasmed together.

On my last trip to the bathroom, I took my clothes, cleaned up and
dressed, as the other guys were when I came out. We checked out of the
hotel and they drove me home, where my husband fucked me, cumming 3
times as I told him of the story above.