Again I heard a scuffle at the door and the tramping of many feet going down the staircase, just barely audible in spite of the loud rock music coming from the overhead PA system. Those spying bastards were fleeing the scene after getting one hell of an eyeful. Meredith and I didn’t care, though, and just lay there in each other’s arms for some time before we finally got dressed and assured each other that we needed to do that again real soon.
After we dressed and went back down to play some more pool, I had the feeling that everyone in the place had watched our little liaison. Jack and Stephen had taken Rae and a small group of people upstairs and clustered around the door to Larry’s office while we fucked our asses off. Embarrassment mixed with pride as I endured a series of back-slaps and high fives on my way down. Meredith took it all in good-naturedly. She merely shrugged and winked when our eyes met a few minutes later.—
M.C., Dallas, Texas
A MODEL EXAMPLE OF WHAT CAN HAPPEN TO AN ONLINE BUSINESS
I recently started to manage my own boudoir photography business which I maintain on the Internet. I needed to build a portfolio of my work first, so I started surfing the Web for a place to start. My online provider has a service that helps members find people based on certain traits or interests. I put in that I wanted female students in my local area and got dozens of replies. I was amazed at how willing those young women were to let me photograph them—with their lingerie or without. I paid most of them fifty dollars, although some of them said they were just doing it for the thrill.
One of the women I photographed, Barbara, described herself in her e-mail as being five foot eight, having brown hair and eyes and weighing one hundred twenty-five pounds with a 36C chest. I’d noticed from some previous photo-shoots that most of the women had made their descriptions more enticing than they actually were. So I was very happy when I got to Barbara’s house and found her exactly as she had described herself. I was so happy, in fact, that my cock began to swell in my shorts. She was wearing a pair of denim daisy dukes and a V-neck T-shirt. Her outfit was so cute I asked her if we could start with some shots of her in it. She flashed a great smile and said that we should go out into her backyard, which had a full-sized pool.
Barbara sparkled in front of the camera. She was bending over a lot and having fun with what she was doing, but she completely surprised me by peeling off her shirt to reveal a sheer white bra, I kept shooting and my cock kept growing. A few minutes later she let me have a couple of nice shots of her heart-shaped ass. She stood with her back to me and removed the bra, until all she had on was her shorts. Seconds later she turned around and had her arms crossed, covering her breasts. This was by far my best photo shoot to date!
All of a sudden Barbara dove into the pool and a few seconds later shot back up to the surface. When she stepped out and dried off a bit we decided to go to her bedroom and take it from there. On the way up she told me that if I was going to photograph her in her underwear I’d have to take the pictures in mine! I laughed and when we got to her room she told me she was serious and started taking off my shirt. Then she asked if she’d have to take my shorts off for me, too, or if I’d do it myself. I did nothing, so she unsnapped my shorts, took the zipper and lowered it. That made my cock harder than ever. When she noticed my stiffie, she asked if I was enjoying myself. All I could do was smile and take more pictures.
Barbara had a ton of hot lingerie, and she modeled lots of it for me. We were on our tenth roll of film when she asked if I wanted her to do some nude shots. Of course I said yes, so she ditched the lingerie and started fondling her breasts. She brought one nipple up to her mouth to lick it while rubbing her pussy with her hand. What happened next really surprised me: She reached into her night table and pulled out an eight-inch dildo. After I shot more than two rolls of her with that, she asked if she could have the real thing. To this I stammered, “Sure, but I’m a little smaller than that.”
She came over and slid my boxer briefs off me and took my cock in her mouth. She maneuvered us into a 69 so I could taste her pussy. After she had three orgasms she stopped sucking my cock and told me to fuck her hard. She got on all fours so I could slide it into her from the rear. After a few minutes of that I filled her with a huge load of come, which triggered her biggest orgasm of the day. She told me that since we had sex she couldn’t take money for posing, but she’d love to see the pictures. I can’t wait to get them back!—
J.J., Sunnyvale, California
THEY MET ON A SKI LIFT, THEN CLIMBED TOGETHER TO THE PEAK OF ECSTASY
I knew I wanted to fuck Jeri the first time I saw her in line at the ski lift. It was a warm, sunny day—the kind that makes spring skiing so much fun. The mountain had already accumulated a record snowpack, so it really didn’t bother anyone that the runs were icy in the morning and slushy in the afternoon.
For me, the most advantageous aspect of the weather was that most of the women had shed their coats, sweaters, and warm-up suits in favor of light turtleneck shirts and stretch pants. That way I could see what I was going to get into before I got into it.
The woman who caught my eye looked like a typical middle-class thirtysomething housewife and mother. Short red hair framed a pretty face with minimal makeup. While she wasn’t fat, she was more voluptuous than is fashionable now. Her wide hips and round bottom combined with her large breasts to give her a classic hourglass figure, but in this era of anorexic supermodels she probably obsessed about her weight and worried that her bra could not prevent her spectacular breasts from sagging a little. Experience had taught me that a woman’s anxieties about her appearance often make her susceptible to seduction.
On the next run, I managed to share a lift chair with her. As we started to climb the mountain, she removed her gloves to reveal a wedding ring. Most men interpret that as a “No Trepassing” sign, but I’ve come to view it as both a challenge and an invitation. I could tell that the lady enjoyed sharing the chair with me, which was only natural because I am a genuine cowboy who looks like a hybrid of Tom Selleck and Arnold Schwarzenegger.
I introduced myself, and she introduced herself just as “Jeri.” A few innocent questions provided me with valuable information. She was taking a week’s vacation at a nearby resort with her extended family. Her two oldest children were off skiing with their cousins. Her frustration showed as she said that although her mother-in-law was watching her five-month-old baby so she could get some time on the slopes, her husband had abandoned her to go skiing with his brother.
A perfect opportunity!
Jeri responded to my casual flirting like a flower blossoming in the sunlight. Her husband’s inattentiveness had left her craving affection, and I was eager to give it to her. I knew that if anyone had told her that our banter would soon lead to her violating her marriage vows, she would have honestly protested that she was just having innocent fun.
I waited until we were near the top before I took a swallow from the bottle of wine in my bag. I offered some to Jeri, who was reluctant at first because she was being cautious but finally accepted. By now we had become friendly enough that it seemed perfectly natural for us to start skiing together.
Jeri’s skill level was nowhere near mine, and I was soon offering impromptu lessons. She was grateful to me for putting up with her lack of expertise. I assured her I’d done plenty of hardcore skiing the previous day and that morning, so I was content to stay with her.
When she had difficulty getting up after a fall, I gallantly assisted her. As I gripped her under her armpits, it was inevitable that my fingers would brush the sides of her breasts. I resisted the temptation to grope. The knowing smile she gave as she thanked me for helping her up told me that she appreciated my restraint but had also enjoyed the furtive contact.
Under my tutelage, Jeri’s skiing improved dramatically over the next few runs, and she eagerly agreed to my suggestion that we try the more challenging terrain in the forested area next to the main run. The best part of skiing under the trees for me is the opportunity it offers for seclusion.
A few runs through the deep snow soon wore Jeri out. When she fell again, she again had difficulty getting up. When I tried to help, she playfully let her body go limp, defeating my efforts. She giggled when I casually exploited the opportunity to help myself to two handfuls of her luscious tit flesh.
As a break, I suggested we share a light picnic. Jeri was thrilled when I pulled an insulated ground cover out of my pack and spread it out so that we would have a comfortable place to sit. We released our skis and took off our ski boots before sitting down.
She was feeling overheated and sweaty, so she removed her ski pants. This left her legs covered by just a pair of white tights. While no one could argue that her attire was indecent, the form-fitting fabric was stretched so tight, I could discern her red pubic hair and the outline of her labia.
The blanket was barely big enough for the two of us, thus ensuring intimacy. I offered Jeri my bottle of wine as I got out the gourmet crackers, sausage and cheese I had brought. I also pulled out two cans of imported Japanese beer. She was reluctant to take the beer because the cans were unusually large, but I assured her she could pour out what she didn’t drink.
I manipulated the conversation to get Jeri to tell me more about herself. Though her family was reasonably prosperous, her husband hadn’t risen quite as rapidly up the corporate ladder as they had hoped. He was somewhat athletic but had also been having health problems that worried her.
I was especially interested in what she said about their waning love life. She was afraid he’d been turned off by the changes motherhood had wrought on her body. But she also suspected that the vasectomy she’d insisted he get had lowered his libido. This confirmed my suspicion that this lady was ripe for seduction.
I put my arm casually around Jeri’s shoulders as we made small talk and drew her closer to me. When the time was right, I bent down to kiss her, and she responded eagerly. I pulled her shirt up to her armpits to expose her breasts. Although her bra was conservatively styled to give her support and coverage, her big tits filled out the cups enticingly.
Jeri giggled when I started to fumble with the hooks in back. She stopped me to say she wasn’t in the habit of cheating on her husband; she’d had only one affair in her twelve-year marriage. When I said I understood, she showed me the convenient flaps in the bra cups that allowed me easy access without her disrobing.
Her tits were awesome—mouth-wateringly large and pendulous, and tipped with protruding nipples surrounded by large chocolate areolae. She was relieved and elated when I said how beautiful her breasts were. She invited me to fondle them and suck on them as much as I wished. I eagerly took first one fat nipple, then the other in my mouth, and as I did, I pulled her tights down over her butt and hips to expose her pubic mound. Her vagina was already well-lubricated, so I inserted one finger, then added another.
I reluctantly abandoned Jeri’s breasts to kiss my way down her gently rounded, stretch-marked belly to her pubic mound. As I nuzzled her dense patch of red pubic hair, then kissed and licked her soft pussy lips, I savored the aroma and flavor of her secretions. I stuck my tongue in her vagina, fucking her rapidly with it.
She lifted her pelvis to press herself against my face and implored me to bring her to climax. But I didn’t want her to come yet, so I stopped before she could attain final release.
Jeri rolled over eagerly and knelt in front of me so I could mount her, voicing no concern about pregnancy as I sank my penis in her. Though I am well-endowed, her vagina, while tight, was a comfortable fit for both of us. She sighed as she said how much more satisfying my member felt than her husband’s smaller dick.
As I stroked in and out, I marveled at how her fleshy butt cheeks jiggled and her breasts wobbled. I varied my pace until I found the perfect rhythm to make her big tits sway in unison with the movement of our bodies. When her moans escalated into screams of ecstasy and her vaginal muscle spasmed around my dick as she climaxed, I came.
We lay back to relax, and Jeri laughed when she saw semen trickling from her vagina. “Guess what,” she said gaily. “I think my Bob’s vasectomy just failed!”—
W.S., Lansing, Michigan
HIS MATH TUTOR TAUGHT HIM SOME OTHER THINGS, WHICH HE FOUND MORE INTERESTING
I am a nineteen-year-old college sophomore. At the end of my freshman year, it looked as if I’d be spending my summer retaking a remedial math course I was failing. I needed the credits to continue with my program, so when a friend said he knew an older lady who was a math tutor, I looked into it.
Thanks to Janet and her special way of helping me study, I not only aced the math final, I also lucked into getting the best piece of ass around. She had long brunette hair, nice big tits and a fine ass. I never realized a woman of forty-six could be so damn sexy!
We worked at her house while her husband was at work. One day, after helping me study for a couple of hours, Janet left me in the front room while she went to take a shower. She returned about twenty minutes later wearing a short, loose-fitting robe, sat next to me on the couch and asked how I was coming along. When I said I was still having trouble, she smiled seductively and said that I just needed a little motivation. With that she pulled me close to her and French-kissed me deeply.
We sucked tongues passionately for a few minutes. Then Janet said to remove my clothes and lie on the sofa. She took off her robe and leaned her hot body over me with her big ripe tits hanging in my face. She fed me her fat nipples while fingering her pretty pussy with one hand and slowly jacking on my swollen dick with the other. The harder I sucked her tasty tits, the faster she frigged her cunt.
Soon she cried out and came wildly, which caused me to spew my load. My slutty tutor licked the come from my stomach and the head of my cock while I licked her tasty pussy honey off her fingers.