1 comments/ 9590 views/ 1 favorites Sex in DC By: your_siren_rogue You are on a business trip to DC, waiting for a meeting to review a recent system report for funding. You arrived the night prior to the meeting and are just relaxing in the bar downstairs, from your hotel room, as you finish up your first drink you see an athletic, 6 foot tall lady dressed in a blue dress come through the door and take a seat by the dance floor. As you watch her and order another drink, you see several of the single males approach her table. She asks them to leave several times and they are becoming rude and pushy. You ask the bartender to refill your drink and for a margarita, then you head for her table. As you slide into the booth beside her, you hand her the margarita and say, "Hi sweety, sorry I am late, my meeting ran over." She smiles at you with relief and responds, "No problem, these guys were just moving on." She smiles and nods at the men that were hounding her and lays her hand on your arm. The men tuck tail and run the other way, you are feeling good about rescuing this beautiful stranger and decide to strike up a conversation by introducing yourself when the men are out of hearing range. As the two of you sit and enjoy your drinks you look her over, realizing that her body is even more gorgeous than you first thought. Each muscle is tightly toned, she is very leggy, and has a great set of breasts. She has a small waist with a flat tight stomach. She sees you checking her out, smiles slightly and leans closer to you asking what you are doing for the rest of the evening. You smile, "What do you have in mind?" Ever so lightly, but with enough pressure to feel through your denim jeans, she traces small concentric circles on your leg, starting and your knee and moving towards your inner thigh, creating a warm sensation throughout your body and a hardening of your dick. As she gets closer and closer to your manhood, she gently bumps your zipper and smiles as she listens to the music and looks at the dance floor. You lean closer, your lips brushing her ear and gently whisper an invitation to dance. She smiles and nods, sliding out of the booth behind you and taking your hand. The music has turned slow, she lays her head on your shoulder, her breath whispers against your neck, and wraps her arms around your shoulders, sighing as you pull her close. You notice that you fit very nicely together, your heights compliment one another, your bodies fit together in that puzzle tight fit. Her body is warm and strong in your arms. You can feel the tone set of her muscles and pull her a little closer as you sway together to the music bodies touching, her lips rub your ear, gently at first, kind of like a breath of air passing over your earlobe. Then she blows a soft whisper along your neck as you pull her closer she closes her lips on your earlobe and nips the soft skin on the bottom edge of your ear. You pull her hips tightly into yours feeling her warm and soft against your own body. You turn your head slightly and smile into her eyes, then move slightly in for a soft kiss. The kiss reminds you of something that is generally shared between long time lovers. It starts soft, then becomes more seeking, and then fills with a promise of passion to come. As the song begins to end you deepen the kiss and turn it into an invitation for more, running your hands along her body. Softly touching her butt, up along the soft edges of her side, along her underarms teasing the edges of her breasts. She nips your neck and kisses a small line of soft kisses along your jaw line, creating a line to your mouth, for a deep searing kiss As the second song starts you take her hand and head for the door. Glancing once over your shoulder to see if she agrees. She simply smiles and nods her head in consent, coming up close behind you to place her hands in your jean pockets. As the elevator doors slide close you move her to the corner, placing a hand on either hip and pulling her close as you lean into her and kiss her deeply, pinning her between yourself and the wall. Your hands are running over her hips, thighs, and butt. You can feel her curves and are enjoying the tight feeling of her body. As the elevator doors open, you continue the kiss, pulling your key from your pocket and guide her to the door. You slip the key in and push the door open, never breaking the kiss. You consider yourself fortunate because you decided to leave a bedside light on before leaving for dinner. The light creates a soft glow in the room and provides enough light to see her bright, seductive eyes as you lay her back on the bed. She reaches for your jeans and opens them, slowly lowering the zipper and sliding them down over, your hips to free your hard cock. She smiles at you, standing over her on the bed, and slowly wraps her hands around you, softly stroking from the base to the tip. As you move forward to remove her clothes, she pulls back and shakes her head. She removes her hand from your cock and takes both your hands and places them in your back pockets, then she smiles at you before returning to her hands to your cock. She is stroking you, from the base of your balls up to the tip of your cock, with warm, sure movements that squeeze and release, in one of the best hand jobs you have ever experienced. As she slows and pulls her hands away, you feel a soft breath of a kiss on the tip of your cock, light, almost imperceptible. Then her lips are surrounding the head of your hardness, slowing sliding down until her lips are brushing your balls, she slides back up and begins to suck your cock, running her tongue along the edge, teasing the sensitive underside of your manhood and stroking your ball sack. She hums ever so softly causing vibrations as she gives you a dynamite blow job. Just as you think that you are not going to be able to hold out any longer she stops, pulling back, she moves to the side and indicates that you should lay down. She has yet to say anything since coming into the room, she only smiles and uses hand motions. You follow her directions and lay down on the bed, where she begins to unbutton your shirt with her teeth, then she slides the shirt from your body, leaving a warm trail of kisses on your chest and down your stomach. Your cock is throbbing and ready to burst, but she does not seem ready to take this any faster. You try to place your hands on her to remove her dress and she lays your hands over your head, smiling and shaking her head no. She leans forward and kisses you deeply, tongues thrusting against one another, heat in every motion. As she pulls away from the kiss her hands move to your jeans and she removes them, your shoes, and socks in one swift motion. Then she lays her body on top of yours -- running her hands from the tip of your fingers, down your arms, along your side, and as low as she can reach before she raises up to follow down the center with kisses. She kisses down your chest, stopping to suck on each of your hard nipples, gently biting and teasing them to hard little nubs that are sore with excitement. Her kisses continue down your stomach, along the sensitive line of your pelvic bone, and around into your balls. She gently takes each of your balls into her mouth and sucks on them like large jaw breakers. You are so turned on and hot right now , that your balls are hard as rocks. Not able to stand anymore of this attention and wanting to feel her, you pull her up your body and kiss her deeply as your reach down to grab the edge of her dress and peel it from her body. To your amazement there is nothing on under the dress, she is bare flesh and beautiful. You take first one nipple into your mouth and then the other, sucking on each until they are hard and alert. You gently need her breasts and listen to the air escape from her lungs as she leans into your touch. She is stroking your cock and moaning for more. First you decide to share some of the pleasure that she has given you by kissing her body all over, sucking some more on her breasts, and kissing her stomach. As you approach her pussy, you touch her pussy lips lightly, pulling them apart to blow softly on her opening. You watch her shiver under you gentle attention, then you softly take her clit into your mouth and begin to flick it with the tip of your tongue as you slide a finger deep into her pussy, enjoying the wet warm feeling of her womanly insides. She moans softly and pulls you to her, kissing you and rolling so that she can straddle your body before slowly lowering herself over your hard cock. She slides all the way down your shaft, taking you fully into her warm depths, before she starts to move. She pulls up slowly almost off of your cock before lowering herself again. She does this in very slow, unhurried motions while kissing you. Then she sits up and places your hands on her breasts as she starts to move a little faster and makes her motions more intentional, not hard but not soft and slow. She has her eyes closed and asks you to play with her nipples, so you squeeze them and enjoy the sensation of her firm breasts in your hand while she rides your cock. Slowly the tempo changes, her movement becomes faster and hard. Now she is riding you, slamming herself down on your cock so that you go deeply inside and she is panting, small soft bursts of air are coming from her lips and you can feel her body tensing, her pussy is starting to tighten and spasm around your cock as she cums long and hard. She slows her motions and leans forward to kiss you, smiling slightly through hazy eyes. You grab her to you, deepening the kiss, and push her legs straight along yours, wrapping your ankles with hers, you roll her under you, never losing the intimate contact that she has established. You take control of the motion now, riding her, driving deep and then pulling out to the tip. You sit with the tip of your cock at the edge of her pussy and rotate your hips, teasing her slightly as she raises her hips for you to enter deeper. You run one of your hands over her breasts, gently flicking her nipples and causing her to suck in her breath as you plunge deep into her pussy and rotate, she starts to cum again. The walls of her vagina are spasming around your cock, squeezing you tightly and holding you deep within her warmth as you dump your hot cum deep inside her. Both of you are spent as you lay in the bed beside each other, she rolls on her side to face you and trace, light touches over your chest and stomach. She kisses you softly on the lips and says thank you for a wonderful evening, then she lays her head on your shoulder and falls asleep. In the morning when you awaken, she is gone, she has not left a note or even told you her name, you wonder if the whole thing was a dream, but then you find a lipstick impression of her kiss on piece of paper on the night stand and the simple words -- Thank you, handsome!! Sex in Front of Our Good Friend Mike and I have been happily married and enjoying great sex for over ten years. One night we were out in our hot tub. It's out in the backyard and very private. Sam, an old friend of Mike's who lives out of town now, phoned to say he was dropping over. We said we were out back and told him to come on over. In a short time we heard him let himself in and he came out to the back deck and to his surprise found us naked in the hot tub. No one had ever come back there while we were naked in the hot tub. It was pretty exciting, and we hadn't even planned this. The jets were on and so was the underwater blue light. It was very obvious that we were fooling around under the water, right in front of Sam. My large breasts really float in the water, and he really couldn't help but see them. The tub was new and he had never been in it. We invited him to join us. At first he didn't want to, but since we were going to light up a doobie, he stuck around as we always get high together. I think he was very turned on just to be invited to be naked with both of us. He left his clothes in the house and grabbed a towel. We told him we wouldn't look as he got in, but I did take a quick, discreet peek. So here the three of us were, under the water, in the dark, sharing a joint, all together. I wasn't sure if Sam brushed his hand on my tits purposely when he passed the joint, but I didn't care. Mike was playing with my clit under the bubbles the whole time. I wasn't sure if Sam could tell that Mike was touching me down there or not. I was really getting hot knowing Mike was fingering me about 2' from Sam. I just let my tits float. I guess I wanted Sam to see them. He might have caught on when I closed my eyes and let out a loud moan. Suddenly the jets shut off, and there was Mike with his finger in me. We should have been embarrassed, but we were enjoying teasing our horny buddy. We kept on playing and talking, getting hotter and hotter. Mike moved closer to me and was touching me all over, and Sam was stroking his dick. I'm at the boiling point (in more ways than one) and got out of the hot tub. I put on a robe and got everybody drinks. The guys got out and put on towels, and we finished the joint out on the deck. It was pretty dark out there except for a candle. Mike was behind me, checking for my wet spot. Mike took his finger out of my pussy when I passed him the joint, and Mike passed it to Sam with my fresh juices on it, which Sam tasted when he sucked on the joint. It was getting pretty hot out there so we went inside. Since we had already made ourselves horny, the mood carried on inside. The three of us always stay up late talking, listening to music, and messing around. Mike and I were on the couch and Sam was in a chair across the room. I was careless with my robe, subconsciously on purpose. I know Sam was looking at my tits, and Mike and I were both enjoying it. The lights and music were low. It seemed natural when Mike completely opened my robe with Sam watching from close by. We were all buzzed and we just kept enjoying the moment. Mike put his hands on my thighs and spread my legs. Sam could easily see my wet pussy and I didn't care. I guess it's something we always thought was a possibility; and now it was happening. Mike removed my robe to expose my beautiful tits and my wet cunt. It was like he was showing both off to his buddy. I really didn't mind it at all. I actually enjoyed it. We couldn't have planned this better. I love Mike's dick, and I was in the mood to prove it. I knelt in front of Mike and took his dick from the towel and kissed it all over. I worshipped it with my tongue. Sam was playing underneath his towel, too, so no one was being left out. Mike's no showoff but I could tell he was proud of the cocksucking he was getting from me. I stroked it with my tits before I climbed up and sat on it. When I want to be fucked, I want to be fucked now. I didn't care that Sam was there watching us. I was enjoying being fucked in front of him. He was definitely enjoying it, too. Mike's a great lover and fucked me in multiple positions. My favorite is when he sucks my tits when I fuck him, so I stuck them in his mouth. I got kind of noisy and got embarrassed about that. But when I heard Sam moaning loudly I knew we were all about to cum. Having an orgasm in front of your husband's best friend is very sexy. I came and came and was very loud about it. I could not hold back my moans. Everybody definitely knew I was having an orgasm. I love it when Mike cums inside of me. I squeezed his cock in me as he was cumming and felt his semen fill me. That's all Sam had to see before blowing his wad into his towel. We were all a little shocked at what had just happened and didn't know what to say or do next. We tried to avoid talking about it, so we hustled up some drinks and shared another joint. Then we really relaxed and the shock went away. Mike and I told Sam he should stay over, so we gave him the bedroom right across the hall from ours. Mike and I hit our bed still naked and still very horny. Accidently on purpose, we left our door open halfway. As soon as Mike started to suck my sensitive nipples, that was all I needed to be ready to fuck again. He went down to lick my pussy and then we got into a 69 position. We knew Sam was peeking in the door and could clearly hear us sucking each other's sex. I looked at him and saw he was stroking his hard on while watching us. All of a sudden, Mike got next to me and teasingly called me a slutty, naughty wife for allowing Sam to see and hear all of this. I couldn't disagree but I wasn't sorry I did it. Mike spanked my spread pussy until my clit was swollen and sticking out, begging for more and harder spanks. Sam could really see Mike punishing me for being such a naughty wife. And he could hear the spanks, wet from my juices. He climbed on top of me and entered me fast and hard and deep. I was screaming in pleasure as he pounded his hard dick into me just the way I needed it. Sam didn't try to hide that he was coming into the room to see us up close. He wanted to see Mike's cock going in and out of me so I spread my legs really wide to make it easy for Sam to see everything. Being spread and spanked and fucked in front of Sam was the wildest thing we had ever done. When I came my juices flowed until he could see them. When Mike came Sam saw his cum pour out of me. Sam again happily came in his towel, almost as sexually satisfied as we were. Having sex in the same room as our good friend watched us was something new to us. We are adults. It was hot and it was fun. We did not cheat on anyone, but we sure used our vulnerable friend Sam, and he used us. We often wonder if he thinks about that night, or if he has ever told his wife or any of our other friends about the evening he shared a hot tub with his naked friends. Sex in Indian family Hasina lay stretched out on her bed wearing nothing but a yawn. It was a scorching hot summer day, not to mention boring. Hasina was wondering how in the world she was going to make it through a whole long, hot summer without a man. Hasina, a petite 20-year-old brunette, was home for the summer and separated from her boyfriend, Munna, who'd had to return to his own home town hundreds of miles away. Munna had given her plenty of steady loving over the past three months, and Hasina missed it desperately. In fact, she missed it more with each passing minute, and after a week at home, her need for sex was urgent. What was she going to do about it? It was a small town, and she couldn't just walk down the street and pick up some guy. The news would be all over town in no time at all. Besides, picking up strangers wasn't Hasina's style. She wanted Munna. But she wouldn't be seeing him again till she returned in six weeks time, and that was just too long to wait. "Ohhh, shit," she sighed, "what am I gonna do?" There seemed to be only one answer. She'd have to get herself off, satisfy her own hot needs, without a man. Hasina blushed as she thought about it. She'd masturbated as a teenager sure, but since meeting Munna she'd left those naughty habits behind. Munna's hard lund (penis) had taken care of all her needs. Could she really go back to playing with herself? Rolling onto her back, Hasina slid a hand down her sleek little body and over the soft fur of her bush. She snaked a finger between her thighs and touched the fiery-hot slit of her choot. The flesh was swollen, throbbing and wet. She was achingly horny, and even her lightest touch felt fantastic down there. Suddenly, there was a sharp rap at her bedroom door. "Hasina, are you all right? I heard you moaning," called her mother's voice. "I'm fine, Mom," Hasina called impatiently. "I'm just trying to take a nap. Maybe I had a dream." "Oh, okay, dear," her mother replied, "try to go back to sleep." Hasina moaned with frustration. She was just getting into the swing of things, and mom had to interrupt. That was another thing about being home for the summer... no damn privacy. It seemed like mom and dad checked up on everything she did. And then of course there were her two mischievous teenage bhais, always hanging around. She was lucky to get five minutes to herself to beat off, she thought bitterly. Once more she closed her eyes and stroked her hot, slippery little choot slit. It felt so nice, and she began to cream steadily, soaking her fingers with the sizzling fuck-juice. It felt good, real good, but there was one important ingredient lacking... a man's lund. She missed Munna's big, stiff lund so badly. Hasina smiled as she thought about how she and Munna had met and how quickly he'd seduced her. She'd been an innocent virgin in her first year of University, and she'd been uptight and inhibited about sex, just like the rest of her family. But Munna had changed things very quickly. She rubbed her creaming slit faster as she recalled that first time. She'd been crossing the campus, going from one class to another, when she almost bumped into this absolute hunk. He was a tall, muscular, with black hair and fantastically deep brown eye. Just gorgeous, Hasina thought, as she stood there staring at him like a fool. He'd looked her over, and obviously he liked what he saw, because he gave her a sexy smile. "Those look heavy," he asked, indicating her textbooks. "Can I help you with them?" Hasina had laughed. "I thought that went out with horses and buggies," she said. "Okay," he replied, "how about going out with me instead? My name's Munna, and I'll pick you up at five." Looking back on it, Hasina realized she'd never once said no to Munna the whole time she'd known him. She had agreed, on the spot, to a date with this perfect stranger. They got some take-away food and parked by a lake and chatted, and she found herself getting more turned on to the guy by the second. She was actually creaming her panties just being close to him, something she'd never done before. She was suddenly so incredibly aroused. Hasina had never been horny for a guy before. Sometimes when she was still in high school she'd get an itchy, restless feeling, and she'd masturbate to ease the sensation. But she'd been very strictly raised, warned against boys and sex, and Munna was the first guy who'd broken through her reserve. So when he started kissing her, Hasina didn't redidit. She was curious about sex, wondering what fucking was like, and she was so aroused by Munna that she just couldn't bear to make him stop. He used his tongue when he kissed, darting it teasingly in and out of her mouth, and that just drove her wild. When they finally came up for air, she was flushed and panting. "Hasina," he laughed, "I get the impression you've never kissed a guy before." "That's right," she admitted. "In fact this is my first real date." "You're shitting me," Munna said. "No, honest," Hasina said, "I was always chaperoned before. My folks wouldn't let me be alone with guys." "God!" Munna exclaimed. "That's incredible! Well, baby, you got a lot of wasted time to make up for, and I'm just the guy to help you out." He spent the rest of the evening proving it. Hasina shivered lustily as she thought back on that evening. Her choot-cream (cunt juice) came in hot helpless spurts, drenching her fingers as she stroked her seething choot. She whimpered with excitement when she remembered Munna's next move on that first date. He'd moved fast and taken her by surprise, fondling her choochis (tits) through her thin silk blouse as he kept right on kissing her, sliding that incredibly talented tongue deep into her mouth. She'd gasped and blushed when he suddenly pulled her blouse up out of her jeans, revealing the firmly packed cups of her little lacy bra. His hands closed over the cups, hot and confident, and he began to squeeze her firm, young choochis. To Hasina's astonishment, her nipples instantly went rigid, poking into his palms. "Munna! Wait!" she gasped, "I never even held hands with a guy before." "Don't you like what we're doing?" he grinned. "I... I don't know," she stammered. "Well, take a second and think about it," he advised. "Don't knock it till you know what it's like." Hasina took his advice. She'd protested automatically, because that was how she'd been trained. Her mother had warned her again and again not to let boys touch her, yet she'd never explained what was wrong with it. Now Hasina shut her mother's lecturing voice out of her head and concentrated on the sensations she was getting as Munna stroked and squeezed her sensitive young choochis. "Mmmmmm," she murmured, "that feels nice." "It sure does, baby," he smiled, "and it'll feel even nicer if I take your bra off." Hasina gawked at him. Munna just gave her another of those devastating sexy grins as he reached around her, unhooked her bra, and pushed the tiny garment up, uncovering her gorgeous choochis. Munna stared hungrily at the flawless creamy globes and at her stiff little pink nipples. Hasina could tell he was very aroused at the sight of her naked choochis. He grabbed for them, his hands hot and eager. Hasina gasped and slumped back against the seat of the car, shivering with sensations she'd never experienced before. While Munna played with her choochis, she creamed right through her panties, and her belly did lusty flip-flops. He worked his thumbs expertly over her nipples, making them even more rigid and engorged, and she moaned with delight. "We really shouldn't be doing this," she said weakly. "How come?" he grinned. "Don't you like it?" That was the same question he'd asked before. It had never occurred to her. All she knew was that her folks would be very angry if they caught her doing these things with a boy. But did she like it? Now that she thought about it, yes, she liked it very much. She didn't want Munna to stop fondling her sensitive choochis. So why were her parents against something that felt so good? "Mmmmmm, yes I do! It feels great," she murmured, looking dreamily up into his handsome face. "It's going to feel a lot better, baby. We're just getting started." he told her. "Why don't we get more comfortable? I know a real private spot." He tugged her shirt down over her choochis but didn't fasten her bra. Hasina followed him in a daze as he grabbed a blanket, left the car, and followed a path through the woods. They came to a very secluded clearing, and Munna spread out the blanket, pulled her down on it, and started kissing her hotly. Hasina just melted when he darted his tongue into her mouth and cupped and squeezed her bare choochis. Her choot was on fire, even though she didn't understand why. She just knew she couldn't stop creaming, couldn't stop her moaning and wriggling. Finally Munna broke off the steamy kisses and came up for air. There was a hot glazed look in his eyes as he reached for the zipper of her jeans and started tugging it open. "No, Munna. wait," Hasina squeaked, "what are you doing?" "I wanta see your choot (cunt)," he said, as if it was the most natural and reasonable request in the world. She didn't know what to say to that. Her parents would have an answer, for sure, but was it her answer? She knew she wanted him to go on touching her and arousing her, but how far was "too far"? While she puzzled over these questions, Munna deftly removed her jeans and panties in one smooth tug, leaving her naked from the waist down. Her blouse was pushed up over her choochis, exposing her completely to his lustful gaze. His eyes glowed with hunger as he studied her slender, naked young body. He stroked the soft little triangle of sparse fur covering her virgin choot, and she blushed hotly. Still, she didn't want him to stop. She blushed even deeper when he gently but firmly spread her legs and studied the cream-soaked pink flesh of her tight-lipped little slit. That was where she played with herself when she got those funny restless feelings. Her mother had warned her not to do that, either. She'd been told never to touch herself "down there" except to bathe. But he'd done it anyway. It just seemed the natural thing to do when she felt hot between her thighs. Now Munna was touching her there, and it felt even more exciting than when she played with herself. He trailed a stiff finger from the top of her choot-slit all the way back to the tiny puckered mouth of her asshole. Back and forth went that finger, teasing and arousing her, making her cream in helpless spurts. He grinned and rubbed the pearly juice all over her swollen slit, as Hasina writhed and whimpered with excitement. "Ooooo, Munna, that feels so gooooood!" she cried. "It's gonna get even better," he promised. He folded back the soft-furred lips of her choot and exposed the tiny hooded lump of flesh that always gave her so much pleasure. That was the secret button she rubbed when she needed to get off. He went right for it, grasping it between his thumb and forefinger, kneading it. Hasina sobbed with pleasure and soaked his fingers with uncontrollable discharges of hot choot-cream. "Unnnhhhhh, yesssss," she gurgled, "please keep doing that, Munna, it feels so good." "Sure, baby," he crooned, "I'll get you off." Hasina didn't know what that expression meant. Eventually Munna would teach her a whole new vocabulary, but that night she knew hardly any words at all. She just let him do what he wanted, knowing it would feel great. He kneaded her clit steadily and quickly between his fingers, giving her a continuous buzz of sweet hot sensation. Hasina closed her eyes in ecstasy and clawed the blanket. "Ohhhhh, yes, yessss," she moaned. "Rub me there, Munna, don't stop." Hasina felt the hot pleasure building steadily in her choot, and it made her sob and writhe and moan. Her cream was flowing out non-stop now, soaking her choot and Munna's fingers. She screwed her eyes tightly closed, shutting out every other sensation, as she sailed to the very brink of orgasm. A minute or so later she felt a violent explosion of pleasure radiating out from her clit and shaking her whole body. She bucked uncontrollably. It was much more powerful than the feelings she'd been giving herself, so powerful that she wrenched away from Munna and rolled around on the blanket, convulsing helplessly. It was quite some time before she went still. Then she opened her eyes and looked wonderingly at Munna, who was grinning down at her. "What was that?" she panted. "What happened to me?" "You came, baby," he chuckled. "You know... a climax... an orgasm... and a big one by the look of it. Did you enjoy it? "Are you kidding? " she exclaimed. "I loved it!" "Want me to give you another one?" he leered. "Oh, wow, yes," Hasina cried, "I'd love that, Munna." "Okay, but I'm gonna do it kinda differently this time," he said. Hasina nodded impatiently. She didn't care how he did it, as long as it happened again. That first orgasm had been terrific, but it had also made her greedy for more. This time she wasn't bashful or hesitant about opening her legs for him. He made his thick middle finger stiff and started inserting it right into her virgin choot. "Ohhhhh, my God," she gasped. "Ever had anything in there before?" he asked, his voice husky with hotness. "N...no," Hasina said. He nodded, and she could tell it really turned him on to know he was the first guy to feel inside her untried choot. His finger felt big and stiff to her, but she liked the sensation of having her choot filled and crammed. Munna eased his finger up her cream-slick little tunnel as far as it would go, and Hasina soaked the probing digit finger with another hot flood of juice. Then he started finger-fucking her, and she was in ecstasy. This was something she'd never tried on herself. She always fooled around with her clit, rubbing it or kneading it till the itchy, horny feelings wet away, but she'd never tried putting anything into her choot, not even her own fingers. Instinctively she began to hunch her hips up at his swiftly pumping finger, seeking deeper penetration and more of that delicious friction on her clit. "Ohhhhhh, wow, yeah," she moaned, "I love that, Munna. I love your finger in me!" "I can think of something you're gonna love even more up that hot little hole baby," he said hoarsely. Hasina didn't know what he meant, and besides, she hardly heard him, she was so caught up in the intense pleasure she was getting from his thick, pistoning finger. She closed her eyes and ignored everything else. The pleasure grew and grew in her choot, till she was sobbing with it and clawing the blanket and soaking Munna's finger with huge sizzling spurts of cream. "Ohhhhhh, God, I can't take much more," she whimpered, "I just have to come." "This oughta do it for you," Munna said, finger-fucking her even faster. He was right. His swiftly jerking finger took her right over the edge into another body-rocking orgasm. "Ohhhhhhh, ooooooo, I'm coming, whaaahhhhhhh!" she screamed. Again she rolled around in total bliss and lost track of time. She knew perfectly well that her parents wouldn't approve of what this boy was doing to her, but by now she didn't care. No way could she turn down pleasure like this. She was already hooked on it. She loved everything Munna had done so far... and she wanted more! She opened her eyes and gasped. Munna was kneeling between her legs, as before, but this time he didn't have any pants on. Hasina had never seen a lund before, at least not a grownup one, and she just couldn't help staring. She'd helped bathe her kid bhais when they were tiny, but their little lunds were dwarfed by Munna's thick eight-inch column of rock-hard meat. "Get acquainted with it, honey," he chuckled, taking her hand and placing it on his lund. Dazedly she began playing with his lund, squeezing it and fondling it. It was so soft, yet at the same time so incredibly hard! The hole at the tip leaked hot sticky cream onto her fingers. Munna's nostrils flared as he watched her, and his lund made lusty lurches and twitches.Then he gently moved her hand away and lay down on top of her, sinking between her thighs. "I'm gonna get you off again," he told her, "but this time I'm gonna use my lund, baby. You're gonna love this!" Hasina felt his huge, hard erection pushing its way up her virgin choot. She wasn't scared. Everything Munna had done to her so far had felt marvelous, and she knew this would be great, too. His lund was much thicker than his finger and the fit was extremely tight. It was so exciting to have his big hard lund throbbing inside her choot. Hasina's choot creamed all over the huge shaft, making his way slicker and easier. Munna groaned in delight as he stuffed her full of his stiff lund, butting up against her hymen after getting his lund into her tight little choot only halfway. "This might hurt a bit, baby", warned Munna as he pulled out for the thrust that she knew would end her virginity. "Do it!", she groaned, eager to feel his huge lund in her tight little choot all the way. "Put it right in and fuck me!" "Ohhh, baby!", Munna grunted and slammed his lund hard into her choot. There was a slight rediditance and then a popping, tearing feeling followed by sudden sharp pain. Hasina cried out, but the pain was gone almost before her scream stopped echoing in the secluded clearing. Munna began to move very slowly in her, getting her used to the entire length of his thick lund inside her tightly stretched little hole. Soon the pain was replaced with increasingly more delicious feelings of pleasure, and Hasina began lifting her ass of the blanket, fucking him back. "You like it?" he asked hoarsely. "Uhhhhhhh, yes, Munna!" Hasina gurgled, "It hurt a bit at first, but it feels wonderful now. I think. I'm gonna like this best of all." "I sure hope do, sweetheart", he grinned lewdly. "'Cause I'm gonna want to fuck your tight, hot, little hole a lot more... that's for damn sure!" Hasina sure hoped so too. The feeling of his big, hard lund filling and stretching her tiny choot was the most incredibly pleasurable feeling she'd felt in her entire life. She'd loved what he did to her before with his fingers and lips and tongue, but best of all she loved his lund. From the first time they fucked, she was hooked on it, unable to get enough of it. Munna brought her along carefully, fucking her at first in slow sensuous strokes, then fucking her faster and harder as her tight little chootrelaxed and expanded. Soon they were fucking at full speed, clawing at each other, snarling and growling their pleasure. Their bodies slapped loudly together, and Hasina gurgled in ecstasy each time Munna's hard lund slammed into her.She arched her back and hunched her ass up off the blanket so that his rigid shaft rubbed her clit, giving her blast after blast of intense pleasure. "Oooooo, Munna, I love it," she sobbed, "I just love it. Fuck me! Fuck me forever!" Munna cupped her churning ass and fucked into her with lightning speed, finally carried away by his own wild arousal. Hasina felt her third orgasm of the evening exploding from the depths of her choot, and she clung to him and sobbed in bliss as the delicious spasms shook her.Munna was right behind her, bellowing and shuddering, slamming his twitching lund deep up inside her, flooding her chootwith jets of molten cum. "Awwwww, Christ, I'm cummmmmming, baby!" he roared. "Yes, give it to me, cream me, unnggghhh!" Hasina sobbed. After that they'd fucked like bunnies on every date. They just couldn't get enough of each other. But summer vacation tore them apart.Munna had to go home to a regular summer job, and Hasina's parents demanded that she spend the time with them. Going without Munna's regular hot fucking was just killing her. Sex in Indian family Feverishly she rubbed her chudasi choot(horny cunt), but it just wasn't the same as when Munna did it. She missed his lund. She missed it so badly, she could have screamed. Her fingers couldn't do the job. They weren't the size or the shape of his bada mota lund. Hasina moaned with frustration and looked around the room, searching for something that resembled a lund. She spied a basket of fruit her mother had left in the room for snacks. A fat long banana seemed to fit the bill. Hasina snatched it up and pressed the pointed tip to the creaming mouth of her pyasi choot. She began pushing the banana into herself, panting and moaning as it stretched and crammed her chudasi choot just like Munna's big lund. "Oooooo, fuck! Shit, yesssss," she hissed. Munna had taught her to talk dirty when they made love, and now she just couldn't help it, any more than she could help her hot heavy creaming as she eased the thick banana into her hungry little fuckhole. She closed her eyes and pretended she was taking her boyfriend's big rock-hard lund. Her excitement reached fever pitch as she shoved the banana home. "Ohhhhh, honey, yesssss," she sobbed, "Stick it in me, fuck me with it, Munna. I need it so bad, honey." Hasina started plunging the firm thick fruit up and down in her juice-slick choot-hole, as she felt blast after blast of pleasure, just as she did when Munna fucked her. She could tell she was going to be really fond of bananas this summer. She worked the thing faster and faster as her lust reached boiling point. It made an obscene sucking noise, reaming the thick hot cream from her greedily clinging little choot. It felt fantastic, yet she still wanted Munna. The banana might save her sanity, but it wouldn't cure her boredom. Only Munna could do that. She needed his hard male body writhing against hers, his throbbing hot lund cramming her choot. "Do it to me. Honey, fuck me good," she whimpered. Hasina had never been turned on by any of the guys in her little hometown, and the only other males around were her father and her two younger bhais. So, for the rest of her long vacation she'd just have to use bananas and fantasies. She jerked the banana as hard and fast as she could in her frantically chudasi choot, pretending it was her boyfriend's pile-driving lund. "Ohhhhhh, God, I'm almost there," she sobbed. "Fuck me hard, baby! Fuck me as hard as you can! Ooohhhhh, God! Fuck! Ohhhhh! UHHHNGGHHHHH!" She felt the delicious explosion in the depths of her choot, and it flashed out to burn through her whole body. She rolled around on the bed whimpering and moaning with ecstasy, frantically fucking herself with the glistening banana. "Ohhhhh yeah, screw me you motherfucker, you're doing it, I'm coming!" she howled. "Unnnhhhh, shit, I coming so goooooood!" The body-wracking orgasm was the first she'd had in a week, her first relief since the last time she and Munna had fucked. It lasted a long time, and it left her limp and gasping. She finally rolled onto her back and withdrew the cream-soaked banana from her temporarily satisfied choot, giving it a wistful look. "Well, pal, " she sighed, "I guess it's just you and me for the next six weeks." Hasina rolled off the bed, slipped into a light bathrobe, and headed for the shower. She was so hot and sweaty after bringing herself off, she really needed to cool off and get clean. But to her annoyance, the bathroom door was closed and she could hear the shower running inside. No doubt, one of her bhais (brothers). Sameer and Raja were always hogging the bathroom. Hasina didn't understand how guys could spend such a long time in there. She decided it was time to satisfy her curiosity, so she knelt and peered through the keyhole. "Oh, my God!" she gasped. It was her 19-year-old bhai (brother) Sameer, and he was jacking off. He cleverly had the shower running, so no one would be suspicious as to what he was doing in there, but he wasn't taking a shower. Sameer was standing outside the stall, fully clothed except that his jeans and shorts were down around his ankles. He was standing before the sink, and in the sink he'd propped a big color photo of a naked woman. He was staring at the picture and pumping his lund like crazy. Hasina stifled a giggle. She'd really caught ol' Sameer this time. Totally unaware that he had an audience, he was ogling that naughty photo and beating his meat, his face flushed and contorted with lusty pleasure. The young woman in the photo had choochis like watermelons, and she had her legs wide open, showing the glistening pink flesh of her choot. She was stroking her choot, playing with herself, and her half-closed eyes seemed to look right at the reader. So Sameer was jacking off while he watched the girl beat off. Very kinky, kind of arousing, too, Hasina thought. Even though she'd just gotten herself off powerfully with the banana, she felt herself getting chudasi again as she watched her kid bhai jerk himself off. Sameer wasn't badly hung, either, she noticed. His jawan lund was almost as thick and long as Munna's. The last time she'd seen it he was a little boy, but it definitely wasn't a little-boy lund any more. It was man-size. Hasina stared at her bhai's big, rigid boner and felt her choot moisten with arousal. That was what she really craved and longed for, a nice hard lund. It was hell going without one, and it was just unthinkable that she'd have to wait three months before getting laid again. Here was a gorgeous hard-on that was being totally wasted, and it looked like Sameer was just as hard up as she was when it came to finding a partner. Hasina was sure he was dreaming of fucking that big-choochiwali girl in the picture. No doubt he was fantasizing that he was hammering his rock-hard lund in her chudasi choot and making her squeal with pleasure... just as Hasina had done when she pretended that the long firm banana was her boyfriend's lund. Too bad she and her bhai had to make do with fantasies. Both of them were ready and eager to make a partner very happy, but no partner was available. Sameer pumped his lund with lightning speed, and even through the closed door Hasina could hear his deep, harsh panting and moaning as he worked himself toward a desperately needed orgasm. The head of his lund was hugely swollen, a gleaming purple, and it was leaking clear globs of pre-cum. Hasina drooled at the sight of that wasted lund-juice. Munna had taught her how to give head, and she loved going down on him. She was starved for the taste of lund cream, and it made her ravenous to see the pearly stuff dripping from her bhai's long, stiff lund. "Unnnhhhhh, shit, unnnhhhhh," Sameer groaned, his face contorted with lust. He was almost there, and Hasina was getting wildly aroused as she watched him. She knew she'd be drooling when he shot his load, imagining a whole mouthful of his come. There was a lot she could do to give her bhai pleasure and a lot he could do to satisfy her needs. Now that she thought about it, she and Sameer could really help each other out. Yeah, why not? Sure, he was her bhai, but any port in a storm, right. Especially when you were as desperate for lund as Hasina was just them. Besides, Sameer was pretty cute, a blonde hunk just like their father and their younger bhai, Raja, who'd just turned eighteen. Hasina dropped a hand to her choot and rubbed a finger into her wet little slit as she watched her bhai's large lund twitch and jerk in his rapidly pumping fist. She imagined that long, thick pole pounding into her tight little fuckhole and her choot creamed onto her gently stroking fingers. Suddenly, Sameer let out a muffled cry and Hasina saw her bhai stiffen in ecstasy, pumping his fist on his lund like crazy. A long jet of pearly jism spurted from Sameer's lund and hit the woman in the picture right on the choochis and trickled down over her choot. Sameer moaned and milked his spurting lund, sending more jets of sperm at the woman's photograph until the whole page was covered with it. Hasina rubbed her choot furiously as she watched the incredibly arousing spectacle of her younger bhai cumming like a stud bull. She had the sudden urge to rush in and suck the rest of his creamy juice from Sameer's balls, but thought better of it. She might embarrass him so much he's be too sacred to help her out with her own frustrations. She watched as her bhai's orgasm subsided and Sameer finally released his grip on his lund. The long, limp shaft glistened wetly with his sticky cum and even though it had lost most of it's rigidity, Hasina was impressed by it's size. Hasina waited till she saw he was zipping up before calling out to him. "Hurry up, Sameer, I wanta take a shower." "Uh, okay, Didi," he stammered, grabbing the cum-streaked photo and stuffing it up under his t-shirt. He was still a little flushed when he opened the door to find his didi standing there in her short robe. It hung open just enough at the front for Sameer to see that Hasina wasn't wearing anything underneath it either. The nipple of one gorgeous firm little choochi peeked out from the edge of the thin material and he could just see the shadow of her choot ka baal through the narrow opening at the bottom. "By the way, how about going out to the lake with me for a swim this afternoon?" "Er.. y...yeah, that'd be nice," he stammered. He hardly heard her. His mind was still reeling from the sensation of his didi's hard little nipples brushing against his chest as she turned sideways to pass him in the doorway. "Good," Hasina said as she closed the door on him, "we'll go in about half an hour." For their trip to the lake, Hasina chose an outrageously tiny bikini, which she'd purchased just recently. Mom and dad hadn't seen it yet, and they never would. Hasina knew they'd freak. She put on her jeans and shirt over the bikini when she went to ask for the keys to the car. "All right, dear," her mother agreed, "but be sure you and Sameer are back in time for dinner." "Yes, ma'am," Hasina said with a big smile. That gave her four hours, and she figured she'd have no trouble seducing her chudakad bhai in that amount of time. Hasina parked in a secluded spot by the lake, and Sameer helped her spread out a blanket for them to sit on. As they stripped off their outer clothing, Hasina noticed that her bhai was wearing a very conservative pair of swimming trunks and didn't have a tan. When Sameer saw her in her skimpy little black bikini, his mouth dropped open. It seemed to condidited of nothing but two thin strips of cloth just wide enough to cover her nipples and chootslit. Sameer's eyes almost popped out of his head as she did a sexy little pirouette, her firm young choochis and ass bouncing provocatively as she turned. "Well? What do you think?" she asked, posing for him. "God, Didi, that's some bikini!" he exclaimed, staring at Hasina's exposed flesh. "Thanks," Hasina smiled. "I'm glad it meets your approval, little bhai!" Sameer took another long, hungry look at his didi's gorgeous body and dashed into the water to cool off, yelling at her to join him. They didn't swim long. Sameer was so engrossed in looking at her choochis he kept bumping into her, and Hasina figured the time was ripe for seducing him. Her ceaselessly horny choot reminded her of how great his stiff young lund was going to feel, and she could hardly wait to try it. She went to stretch out on the blanket, and Sameer followed. "What happened to your tan," she asked. "Don't you ever get outdoors?" "Aw, I've been too busy studying," he sighed. "Poor Sameer, never has any fun," Hasina mocked. "I've had my fair share," said Sameer. "And looks like you might have to, if that new bikini of yours is any indication. I bet you have to fight the guys off with a stick." "Nope, I usually just fuck 'em", grinned Hasina, smiling at the shocked look on her bhai's face. Sameer turned scarlet. His mouth dropped open again. He tried to say something, but his voice didn't work. Finally he cleared his throat and tried again. "Um... I'm not sure I heard you right, Didi," he said. "Oh, you heard me okay, Sameer." Hasina said. "I've been going with a guy, and we've been fucking. We've been doing all kinds of fun things." "Like what?" he asked, his voice hoarse with excitement. "Oh, like this," Hasina said, moving over to kiss him. She planted her mouth on his and gave him one of those long steamy tongue-kisses she and Munna loved. They always turned her on like crazy, and she was hoping they'd have the same effect on Sameer. Not that Sameer needed much turning on. The poor kid was probably horny twenty- four hours a day. He shivered with excitement as she kissed him. Finally she drew back, leaving him flushed and blinking, and she saw that her plan was working very well. The crotch of his swimsuit was bulging. Just one kiss, and her kid bhai had a big fat hard-on. Hasina's choot began to drool at the thought of that long thick satisfying lund penetrating her poor neglected choot. As she ogled that enticing lump, Sameer looked dazed and confused. "Well, what do you think, Sameer? Can yours big didi kiss, or what!" she purred. He just nodded, too shaken up to speak. Hasina smiled and went straight to the next phase of her plan. "Wow, feel that sun," she said, "I hate to get strap marks in my tan." Hasina removed her bikini top, and Sameer's mouth dropped open even farther. She stretched out on her back and let him ogle her high- riding apple-size choochis and small pink nipples. "God!" he breathed hoarsely. "Do you like my choochis, Sameer?" asked Hasina, smiling seductively as she cupped her firm you boobs and offered them up to her bhai's hot gaze. "You bet, Didi! I've never seen such a perfect pair of choochis before." "Thanks for the compliment, little bhai," chuckled Hasina, moving closer so he could get a better look. "Here, feel how firm they are. I don't usually need to wear a bra." She grabbed her bhai's hands hot, sweaty hands and placed them palms down on her naked choochis. She showed him how to squeeze and mold the silky globes, firmly but not painfully. Then she let go and allowed him to solo. He was clumsy but eager. "What do you think, firm huh?" she asked with an impish grin. "Fuck, yeah," he groaned. With a sly smile on her pretty young face, Hasina slipped off her tiny bikini bottoms, and Sameer stared at his didi's naked little choot. It wasn't the first time he'd seen a naked choot, but it was certainly the most exciting. He's been beating off over the dozens of juicy pictures stashed away in his room, but this was much more arousing. His didi's choochis were firm and hot and pulsating under his stroking hands, her body sleek and curvy and gorgeous. She bent her knees and spread her legs, and Sameer gasped as her sweet young choot-slit opened, revealing the glistening pink flesh inside. The lips were covered with a delicate brown fur and looked plump and swollen. Hasina folded back the fur and showed him a tiny hooded lump of flesh. She pressed a fingertip to it, started to rub, and he felt her nipples swelling and throbbing against his palms. "Uhhhhh, Sameer, I'm feeling so chudasi! Wanna help your poor over-sexed didi get off, little bhaiya?" she asked, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust. "You bet, didi!" cried Sameer eagerly. "I'll get you off real good!" Sameer reached out and removed Hasina's hand from her choot, replacing it with his own. Hasina gasped at the intimate contact and hunched her hips forward as her bhai cupped and squeezed her sizzling choot with his palm. He ran a finger between the furry little lips and felt the moisture there. His didi was obviously very turned on by him. Her choot felt scorching hot and slick with juice as he rubbed it. And as soon as Sameer moved up to caress her clit, he was rewarded with a sudden flood of hot sticky choot malai. "Mmmmmm, yeah, bhaiya, that's it," she gurgled. "Keep doing that, and I'll come like crazy." "Do you really want me to make you cum like this, Didi?" Sameer asked, still a little unsure where all this sex-play was going to end. "Yeah... for starters," she grinned. Hasina lay back and let her bhaiya stimulate her horny little joy button with his finger for a while. It felt great, much more exciting than when she did it herself. She gurgled and moaned and creamed, the hot friction taking her higher and higher. She stared at the huge bulge in his swimsuit but made no attempt to touch him. Not, yet. She was saving that little treat for later. It obviously wasn't going to be any problem seducing her bhai. He was horny and eager to fuck, just as she'd suspected. He was flushed and panting as he worked her toward climax, his lusty eyes glued to her rasbhari choot. She kept her thighs widely parted so he could see everything. She noticed a wet spot at the front of his trunks where his lund cream was leaking through. That was a good sign. She wanted him as horny as possible. "Uhhhhh, Sameer, that feels so good, baby. Stick your finger in my choot," she moaned. "I want to feel something stiff and hard in my poor neglected little choot." "You are feeling chudasi, aren't you, didi!", grinned Sameer, starting to enjoy the feeling of power he suddenly seemed to have over his didi . "Ohhhhh, bhaiya, I sure, am!"Gasped Hasina,"main ek hafte se chudi nahi!" Impatiently she grabbed her bhai's middle finger and inserted it into the moist, clinging mouth of her choot. "Come on, Sameer, stick it all the way into me," she begged hoarsely, "Fuck my horny little choot with your finger!" Sameer just about came in his pants, hearing Hasina talk to him like that. Never in his wildest wet dreams did he imagine he'd ever hear his gorgeous didi beg him to actually finger-fuck her. And if this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up. Hasina let go of his hand, and Sameer slid his long, stiff finger into her choot, sheathing it in moist scorching choot-flesh. "Unnnhhhh, shit, yessss," she hissed, "Shove it in there, Sameer! All the way! Fuck me with it." Sameer's lund was almost bursting out of his trunks and his balls felt ready to explode with their steaming load. He shoved his thick middle finger as far as it would go into his didi's greedy choot, then started jerking it in and but of the tight, slippery little hole. Hasina wailed with delight and soaked his fingers with burst after burst of sizzling choot-cream. Sameer was almost groaning with horniness as he finger-fucked his cute naked didi. Hasina knew she was driving him wild, but she couldn't help herself. She was so frantically horny by now, she just had to get off. Tightening her choot steadily around his pistoning finger, Hasina flew higher and higher towards orgasm. She closed her eyes tightly, and her elfin face became contorted with lust. Then Sameer felt her choot clamping like a vise around his sawing finger. "Oooooo, shit, yeah! That's it! You're making me cum, bhaiya... you're making me cummmmmmm!" Hasina wailed, her petite body bucking violently. "Uuuuuuhhhhhh, God!" Sameer groaned. It was exquisite torture to kneel there and feel his didi's snug little choot coming all around his deeply thrusting finger. Her juice-spurting choot squeezed and sucked at his finger, and he could just imagine how fantastic that tight, hot action would feel around his lund. Hasina went on writhing and bucking and moaning for almost a full minute, then fell back with a long, satisfied sigh. "Oh, wow, did I ever need that," she exclaimed. "Thanks a lot, little bhai, I feel a whole lot better." "You got your rocks off, didi..." said Sameer, rubbing the huge bulge in the crotch of his trunks, "... now, what about me?" Hasina could hardly keep from giggling, as he looked so pathetic. His face was red, his eyes bulging out as he stared down at her with a look of frustration on his handsome young face. His lund looked ready to tear its way out of his swimming trunks. He was the perfect picture of total horniness. Sex in Indian family "Okay, I guess you deserve something for getting me off so nicely," teased Hasina. She could hardly wait to get her hands of her bhai's gorgeous big lund, but she didn't want him to know that. Besides, it was making her horny again just watching him lust after her like this. Hasina helped him out of the swimsuit and gasped as his stiff lund sprang into view. It was fully erect and throbbing with swollen blue veins. Hasina curled her fingers around it and began to pump her fist up and down the hard, pulsating shaft. Sameer flinched and moaned, closing his eyes in ecstasy at his didi's tightly clenched fist pumped his lund. "Feels a lot better than your own hand did this morning in the bathroom, doesn't it, Sameer, darling?" she whispered, bending forward to kiss her bhai passionately. He kissed her back, his tongue dueling with hers inside her hot moist, little mouth. He was extremely excited at the thought that his didi had watched him jerking off in the bathroom and wondered if that had precipitated her horny, seductive behavior this afternoon. Then, suddenly, he didn't care any more, because his balls were churning in orgasm. He'd gotten so horny, finger-fucking Hasina's juicy choot and her hot little fist on his lund was doing such an expert job, she had him cumming already. Sameer roared as his lund suddenly exploded with a huge eruption of jizz. He was coming right in her pumping fist, and Hasina shivered with excitement as she watched. She knew he was turned on, but she hadn't realized just how acutely horny he was. It had only taken a couple of strokes, and he was coming like a stud bull. He sprayed his thick boiling come all over the blanket. Then he shivered with relief and looked sheepish. She pushed him down on his back, knelt beside him, and went on pumping his lund. She knew he'd have another hard-on in no time at all. Sameer was about the horniest boy she'd ever known. He watched her, blissed- out, and slowly but steadily his young lund began to grow again in her pumping fingers. "Wow, you sure do recover fast, Sameer" she murmured. "With a gorgeous girl like you tugging on my lund, didi, what else can a horny guy do?" grinned Sameer, reaching out to stroke his didi's juicy-wet choot-slit. She moaned as he inserted two stiff fingers and twisted them slowly around. "Uhhhh yeah, keep doing that and I'll cum again!", moaned Hasina, speeding up her hand on her bhai's rapidly-hardening lund. "How 'bout you give my lund a big didi's kiss, right on the head." Hasina giggled and leaned down between his legs, doing exactly as he suggested. Her lips sucked gently on the head of her bhai's lund and Sameer moaned with pleasure as she stuck the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit at the top. Then, she stuck out her tongue and began licking the swelling knob all over. Sameer flinched and gasped with delight. His didi's hot little tongue was like wet velvet on the sensitive head of his lund. He felt his balls filling fast and hard with another boiling load of come. But this time, he wasn't going to waste it. If all went well, he'd soon be spurting his jizz down his pretty didi's throat. "Uhmmmmmhhh, yeahhhh, Didi, that feels fuckin' fantastic!" he groaned. Hasina firmed her grip on his mushrooming lund and pumped it faster, and she soon got what she was after. Thick globs of cream began to ooze from his piss hole. Her mouth drooled at the sight, and she quickly lapped up the hot salty cream and swallowed it down hungrily. It had been more than a week since she'd tasted lund-juice, and she was starved for it. His lund ballooned to its full dimensions, pushing her pumping fingers wide apart. The head of his lund swelled into a big purple knob, and more and more pearly cream bubbled from the cleft. Hasina gobbled it up as fast as she could spear it up on her greedy little tongue. Sameer watched his didi hungrily lapping up his juice, and he shivered with lust. Things got even better. When she'd cleaned his lund head of all that cream, she opened her lips as wide as she could and slid them down around his rock-hard boner. She took in the head and part of the shaft. The rest she busily pumped as she drew in her cheeks and started to suck. Her sucking was strong and loud and greedy, bringing Sameer's lust to the boiling point. "Uhhhhhh, fuuuuuuck! Didi, your mouth feels like a fucking choot!", moaned Sameer, hunching his hips at her face. His didi's lips were hot and tight around his meat, and she seemed to be trying to suck the jizz right out of his balls. In a minute or two that was exactly what would happen. Sameer snorted with pleasure and anticipation. "Ooooooh, shit yeah! Suck it, Didi! Suck my fuckin' lund!" he panted. Hasina didn't need to be urged on. She was sucking noisily and greedily on his swollen lund, eager for a steaming mouthful of his jism. Each hungry suck of his didi's mouth gave Sameer a blast of pleasure and made him groan and writhe. Her head bobbed furiously up and down, her long brown curls bouncing. He could feel her hot saliva boiling around his lund. Sameer spun out of control and started fucking her mouth. He groaned, closed his eyes, and pistoned his dick back and forth over his didi's slippery tongue. Hasina groaned with excitement and drooled all over her bhai's stabbing lund. It was just a few seconds later that she felt the first hot jet of cum against the back of her throat. "Uuuuhhhh, shit, Didi, I'm coming, aaaaahhhnnnnghhhh!" Sameer roared. Hasina let his delicious boiling jism collect in her mouth till her cheeks bulged with it, savoring the salty flavor. Then she gulped it down, moaning with excitement. Sameer groaned and fucked her gulping mouth till he'd jetted the last drop of his cum into his didi's sucking mouth, then flopped back with a loud sigh of satisfaction. Hasina licked her lips to get every bit of his tasty load. "Well, Sameer, I'm gonna go crazy if I don't get fucked pretty soon," said Hasina, shamelessly rubbing her juicy wet choot against her bhai's thigh. "So, how about getting that big horse-lund of yours hard again and helping me out?" "Okay, Didi! You talked me in to it!", he grinned. "Ohhhh, yeahhh!" she purred, reaching for his lund. "Let's fuck, little bhai!" It didn't take any time at all for Hasina to pump him into hardness. Sameer imagined sticking his lund into that hot, velvety little hole of hers, and that was all it took. His tireless teenaged lund mushroomed into iron-hardness, throbbing eagerly against Hasina's stroking fingers. Finally, she drew back and stared at the big stiff pole throbbing between her fingers. "Mmmmm, fantastic," she gurgled, "Come on... let's get that gorgeous big lund inside me!" Sameer was so excited, he was shaking. Hasina seemed a lot more calm, but he could see how chudasi she was from the way she kept looking at his engorged lund and licking her lips. Hasina lay down on her back, bent her knees, and opened her legs wide. He crawled between them and let himself down on her. "Fuck me, Sameer!", she panted, spreading her legs wide and clinging to her little bhai like a leech. "Fuck that long hard lund into my choot, and make me cum!" Sameer started shoving his rigid lund against her choot, but all it did was skid up and down through Hasina's cream-slick choot. In his adolescent eagerness, he couldn't seem to find her hungry young choot hole. They both moaned with impatience and frustration as the fruitless search continued. Finally Hasina reached down, grabbed her bhai's rock-hard lund, and thrust the bloated head into her snug but incredibly juicy choot opening. "There," she panted, "now push! Push hard!" "Uhhhhh, Didi!" Sameer groaned as he shoved into her. In one long, greedy thrust he sheathed his lund to the balls in his didi's juicy, clinging choot. He paused to savor the sensation, his lund throbbing against every inch of her tightly-gripping little fuckhole. Hasina gurgled with excitement and soaked her little bhai's lund with hot spurts of choot-cream. "Oooooh, Sameer! God, that feels soooooo good," she squealed. "Unnnghhhhh! It sure fuckin' does," he sighed blissfully. "God, you're tight! Ohhhhhhhhh!" Sameer started working his lund in and out of his didi's hot clingy choot, and it didn't take him long to get a good steady rhythm going. He fucked into her hard and fast, and Hasina eagerly responded by arching her slender young hips up, taking her little bhai's pistoning lund as deep as she could get it, moaning blissfully as his thick shaft rubbed deliciously up and down over her clit. "Ohhhhh, yeahhh! Fuck me, Sameer! Ummmmmm, that feels soooooo good." she moaned. "It sure does!" he muttered, staring down at the look of utter bliss on his didi's pretty face. He was fucking her ferociously, but Hasina seemed to like it. Sameer still couldn't believe all this was happening. Of course, like all bhais, he'd had the occasional lustful thoughts about his sexy didi, but he'd dismissed them as adolescent fantasy. Now he was actually doing it.. he was fucking her, and Hasina loved it! Sameer kept slamming into upthrust slit with his lund, jabbing it as fast and hard as he could to in his didi's snug and juicy choot. Fucking her was even more fun than he'd imagined. As his excitement grew, he fucked her faster and harder, but she never seemed to mind his roughness. In fact Sameer noticed that the harder he fucked her, the more aroused his didi seemed to get. "Am I fucking you too hard, Didi?" he asked, just to be sure. "Ohhhhhh, no, Baby, I love it!" she gurgled. As far as Hasina was concerned, it wasn't possible to be fucked too hard. She craved his eager roughness. She was way overdue for a good hard fucking, and gentleness wasn't what she wanted at all, not this afternoon. She needed to be fucked till her teeth rattled, till she couldn't take any more. She clung to him, hunching her hips up at every powerful thrust, her clinging choot drenching his pounding lund with endless floods of cream. "Oooooooooh, Goddddd! Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee!" Hasina wailed. Sameer did just that, pile-driving his long, thick lund deep up into his didi's squirming choot. It excited him immensely to see how genuinely aroused his didi was. No girl he'd ever fucked before had creamed so hot and heavy around his lund as he pounded her so deeply. And she was fucking right back at him, jerking her hips to his rhythm, arching her slim body hard against his, her tight, clasping little choot taking his huge lund inside her to the balls on every stroke. Each time he shoved it into her, Hasina squealed with delight and soaked his lund with another molten spurt of cream. Her excitement infected him, and he snorted with lust and fucked into her even harder, their bodies slapping loudly together. Like two rutting animals, bhai and didi went at each other with snarls and growls and yelps, totally carried away with their incestuous pleasure. "Unnhhhh, fuck it to me, Sameer, fuck the living shit out of me!" Hasina wailed. Sameer was beyond words. He was concentrating on the pleasure building in his loins, glutting himself on the hot sensations as his lund pistoned in and out of her tight clasping sheath. He was fucking his squealing didi with lightning speed, making her petite body shudder with the impact. He felt her chootsuddenly tightening around his pile- driving lund, just as it had tightened around his finger earlier, and he realized she was coming. Hasina sobbed in ecstasy as the delicious spasms of climax shook her body. Sameer could feel her strong-muscled little choot squeezing his lund almost flat and soaking it with flood after flood of sizzling come - cream. But he had his second wind now and wasn't tempted to come along with her. He hoped they could go on fucking all day! Sameer went on stroking her with his lund, reaming her convulsing choottill she finally went limp and panting. She had a horny little grin on her face as she enjoyed the continuing pumping action of his rock- hard lund. She opened her eyes and looked at him delightedly. "Sameer, your lund's still hard!" she said. "You bet, Didi," he panted, "And I'm gonna fuck your garam, chudasi choot till you faint!" "Oooohhh, Sameer! I sure hope so!" Hasina said eagerly, "but let's try it another way now, okay?" "Okay," he agreed. He wasn't quite sure what she meant, but he didn't care. As long as they got to fuck, fine, he didn't care how they did it. She pushed him off her, and his cream-soaked lund snapped free, dripping and rigid. Hasina rolled onto her elbows and knees and stuck her cute little ass out at him. "Let's try it this way," she giggled. "I like fucking doggy- style." "Yeah, so do I!", Sameer grinned. He knelt behind her and grasped her hips. There wouldn't be any difficulty finding the entrance of her chootthis time. It was right there in front of him, a cream-oozing little hole at the very center of her luscious-looking pink choot. He fitted the swollen head of his lund about an inch inside, then held it there, teasing her. Hasina moaned and wriggled impatiently. "Come on, Sameer! Stick that thing in me, dammit!" she wailed. One climax hadn't even made a dent in her need. Being away from Munna for over a week had brought her lust to fever pitch, and she needed several good fuckings to cool that hot desire. And right now her teasing little bhai wasn't helping matters. She whimpered with need as molten juice overflowed her starving choot and ran down her thighs. Sameer had better get his act together. she thought furiously. And just then, he did. "Ooooooooh, fuck, shit, uuuuuuuhhhh!" she moaned. At last he was giving her what she craved, the whole rock-hard length of his swollen lund. She whimpered in ecstasy as he eased it into her, cramming her full of what she so desperately desired, his thick, throbbing lund. Sameer pushed till he was up against her womb, and she soaked his lund with floods of juice. "Ohhhhh, yeah, honey, now fuck me hard with that gorgeous big lund," she sobbed. "give it to me good and deep!" Sameer couldn't believe how chudasi his didi was. She wasn't in the mood for gentleness or playfulness. She just wanted him to fuck her brains out. But he was only too happy to oblige. He got a firm grip on her slim curvy hips and immediately began to hammer his lund into her, his flat, muscular belly slapping loudly against her jiggling ass. Hasina shrieked with delight as she took his thrusts balls-deep into her eager young choot and pressed her gaand back at him for more. "Ohhhhh, yeah, Sameer, fuck it to me," she panted, "fuck me as hard as you can!" Sameer snorted lustily and pounded it to her, knowing by now that she could take everything he had to offer, the harder the better. His demure-looking didi had a craving for lund, and there was nobody around but him to help her out. The situation suited Sameer just fine. Hasina clawed the blanket and creamed helplessly as her lusty teenaged bhai gave her a teeth- rattling fuck. Now she greedily tightened her choot around Sameer's hammering lund, getting more and more delicious hot friction. She couldn't stop juicing, and the molten liquid spurted out around his pistoning lund and gushed down her legs. Each deep, savage thrust of her bhai's rock-hard lund gave her a powerful blast of pleasure. "Unnnhhhh, yeah, Sameer, fuck me good and hard," she moaned, "fuck me forever." Sameer just wished he could grant that request. He didn't ever want to haul his lund out of his didi's tiny sucking choot. It was deliciously hot and slippery in there, and the walls of her chootwere like velvet. It was the perfect place to hammer his engorged lund. Each lusty deep thrust gave him a stab of pleasure that made him groan. "Awwwww, shit, Didi, it's so fuckin' good," he rasped. "It sure is," Hasina gurgled. "Unnnnhhhh, yeah, I'm almost there," squealed Hasina, looking back over her shoulder at her bhai. "Fuck me! Ohhhhhhh, God! Fuck meeeeeee! Sameer could feel it. Her choot was practically flattening his lund, it was so tight, and he knew by now that she always tightened up just before she came. But this time she was gorging herself on the hot sensations, deliberately postponing her climax. That gave Sameer a wicked idea. He loved sneak attacks on his didi, loved surprising her and throwing her off guard. He remembered how sensitive her clit was. Still hammering his steel-hard lund in her hungrily squeezing choot, he reached down between her thighs, grasped her throbbing joy button between his fingers, and started kneading it. It was just like pressing a button and launching a rocket. "Oooooo, shit, unnhhggghhhh!" Hasina screamed, her petite young body immediately rocking with orgasmic convulsions. "Ooooo, Sameer, I'm coming!" Sameer chuckled over the success of his plan, then groaned with pleasure as her tiny hot choot convulsed around his deeply thrusting lund. His lund got a violent, juicy massage. But once more he managed to hold off his own orgasm. Sameer wasn't finished with his horny big didi yet. He was determined to turn their first fuck into a marathon of pleasure. That way she'd be more willing to let him fuck her again whenever he wanted. "Unnnhhhh, fuck, that's so good.... so fucking good!" Hasina sobbed. "Good one, Didi?" he asked smugly, when she finally stopped coming. "Ohhhhhh, Sameer! That was fantastic!", murmured Hasina dreamily. Then she gave her choot a squeeze around his deeply imbedded lund. "Doesn't that thing ever go soft?" "Are you complaining, Didi?", laughed Sameer, giving his didi's choot a long, deep grind with his lund. "Uhhhhhhhh, nooooooo!", Hasina moaned. "I just can't believe my luck, that's all." "Me either!", grinned Sameer. He kept up a slow rocking motion, fucking his rigid lund in and out of his didi's choot as she lay with her ass up and her head resting on folded arms. Sameer's knees were starting to hurt a little as the pebbles beneath the blanket started to take their toll. Then he had an idea... a way to fuck that would be comfortable for both of them. "Time for another position change, Didi!" he said, giving Hasina's pert little ass a playful slap. "Why don't you get on top this time." "Ohhhhhh, my favorite position!" said Hasina, wriggling her ass back at her bhai suggestively. "I've got a feeling they're ALL your favorite positions, Didi", smirked Sameer. He whipped his glistening lund from her drooling choot hole and stretched out on his back. His huge teenage lund was stiff as a board and pointing at the sky. It bulged with blue veins, and pearly drops of pre-cum were oozing from his piss hole to trickle down the oily- looking shaft. Hasina eyed her bhai's lund with renewed lust and moaned deep in her throat in horny anticipation. She crawled over to Sameer and straddled him, positioning the juicy, gaping lips of her chootright over the swollen purple head of her bhai's lund. Teasingly she rubbed her slippery, swollen choot back and forth over his sensitive lund head, causing Sameer to shiver with excitement. Then she pressed her chootopening against the pointed bulb of flesh and sat down on it. Hasina slid down the long, thick shaft slowly, pausing only when Sameer's lund-head pressed against her womb. Then, with a lust moan and a sexy wriggle of her hips, she ground her hungry choot down fully onto his lund, taking every solid inch until only his big hairy balls were showing. Her greedy little choot was stuffed almost to bursting with her bhai's throbbing lund. She soaked his shaft with molten spurts of cream, and Sameer lay there glassy-eyed with bliss, looking up at her and admiring the view. So far he liked this position best of all. There were so many exciting things he could see. He ogled his didi's cute stiff-nippled little choochis. He watched her pretty face contort with lust as she felt his lund cramming her chootand throbbing against every inch of it. He stared at his thick lund as it filled her chootand glided to her tight, hot depth, moaning with her as she squirmed her ass down hard to take the last couple of inches. The feelings were so good, for a moment he became totally lost in them, and only regained his senses when he suddenly became aware that Hasina was wriggling her choot back and forth on his lund impatiently. Sex in Iraq This is my first story. It is based on a true story although some things have been changed and names have been changed to protect the guilty. Tell me what you think. * It all started on a hot day on guard duty in Baghdad. The other Soldier on guard duty with me, PVT Derek Jacobs and I were talking about sex. The most frequent topic of conversation here in Iraq. He asked me what my preference in men was and I looked him straight in the eyes and said, "big black men". He looked at me wide eyed, amazed that a white girl from the Midwest would be so blunt. We started to talk about "no strings attached sex' and how in Iraq sex wasn't hard to find, but finding a discrete partner was. We talked about what we liked and didn't like and everything in between. I kept looking at the bulge in his pants. I was getting hot and horny. My pussy was wet. I looked at him, "want to come watch a movie tonight?" He started at me, looking to see if I really meant it. I nodded. He nodded. I looked down at my watch. I was finished with guard duty, so I got up and walked away. The rest of the day went by so slowly. All I could think about all day was Derek's black cock in my wet white pussy. As soon as we were released, I rushed to take a shower. I had to shave and paying special attention to my pussy made me even hornier. I loved the feeling of my softly, shaved pussy lips. I wanted to cum right there, but knew I had to wait until Derek came over. I dressed and headed back to my room. 1730. Only a half hour left. I rubbed lotion all over my body, paying close attention to my legs. 1745. I got the movie ready. I am guessing that it didn't matter what the movie was, just that the sound would drowned out any sounds that might be made. It was against General Order #1 for a male to be in a female's room so we had to be careful. There was a knock at the door. I was excited. I could hardly wait. I open the door. We both looked around to make sure nobody saw him come inside. He comes in. "hi" we both say. Not really sure what else to say, I lead him to the bed. There was no need for formalities; we both knew what the other one was there for. We lay down. Me in back, with my arm wrapped around the front of him, feeling his chest and stomach. I ask him to hit the play button. The movie plays. My had reaches down his pants to grab his cock. He was already hard. Derek shifted so that I could have easier access. His hand slipped down my shorts and rubbed my wet clit. I moan. We continue our fondling for a bit before I whisper for him to turn over. He complies. He starts to kiss me, all while sticking two fingers in my hole. It felt so good to have somebody feeling me. I rubbed against him. I pull down his pants, but before I could get them all the way down, he pushed my hands away. He pulled my shirt up over my head. He starts to suck on and bite at my nipples. I arched my back, letting him take more into his mouth. I ripped at his shirt, pulling it off over his head. I wrap my legs around his legs and pull him closer to me. I want him so bad. I want him now. We pulled off our pants and he guided himself into me. "Ohhh Derek!" I moan. He felt so good inside me. I couldn't get enough. He grabbed my right leg and pushed my knee to my chest. He pounded into me. I flexed my pussy muscles around his cock. Pulling him in me, milking his cock. He turned me over and started pounding me from the back. He pulled on my hair and pounded harder. I wanted to scream but I knew we had to be quiet. I moaned into my pillow. I loved how hard his cock was pounding me. He spanks me. I screamed into my pillow. He pulled on my hips. I rocked back and forth working with the rhythm he created. We continued on and it felt so good. I wanted him to fuck me forever. He pulled out. I groaned. I felt so empty. I rolled over, I look at Derek, he was covered in sweat. So am I. He lays next to me. We are panting. I reach over, grabbed his cock. It was still hard. I rolled over. Straddled him and kissed down his sweaty body. I tasted the salty sweat as I took him in my mouth. I taste myself on him. I sucked his cock, twirling my tongue around the head of his cock paying close attention to the spot under the head. His hands are tangled in my hair. I hear Derek moan, "more, more" I take him in as far as I can. But it isn't all of him. He's too big for me to deep throat. I stop sucking, he groans in disappointment. But I slide up on him. I stop when my cunt is over his cock. I slowly slide down on him. I felt him deeper and deeper in me. He grabbed my nipples, twisted and pulled on them. I rode up and down on him so hard that I felt him in my belly. He was matching his rhythm. He grabbed my hips and flipped me over before I could even know what was going on. He was still pounding into me. I grabbed the pillow again screaming into the pillow, we both cum at the same time. Derek rolled off me. We both laid there for a second. Finally he stood, "I've got to go before we get caught." He put his cloths on and walked out the door. We see each other the next day at work, but pretend like nothing has changed. But we both know everything has changed. Every time I see him I think of his beautiful cock and I want him so bad. Sex in My Car ** thank you dragon slayor for the help editing! This is my second attempt at a story on this site. My name is Tina; I am 28 years old Blonde hair blue eyes chubby but not really big, size 18 roughly. My bra is an overflowing 38F. I LOVE SEX. Especially with black men, they tend to be more dominating and really know how to get me going! Let me give you a little back round on my friend. For this story, we will call him Rick. He is someone that started talking to me on one of the social networking sites. At the time, I was not looking for any side action but as we got talking, I could not resist temptation! He is 30 years old, broad and almost a foot taller then me. (I am only 5'2") he keeps his hair as a buzz cut and no facial hair. His lips are nice and full and his cock... damn! I would say 8 inches and...Thick. He does not know I have other "friends" as he tends to get a little bent out of shape if I do not jump up to see him when he is free! It had been a year from the last time I got to See Rick. He spent the entire night with me when I was house sitting for a friend. Then with his wife having a baby and my other half always being around we could never make it work. I was getting out of work one night and decided to text him Me: Hey can you get out tonight? Rick: Maybe. Why what's up? Me: I was thinking we should meet up. Rick: I am game what you got in mind. Me: LOL You know what is always on my mind. Rick: Then tell me where and when. Me: I will pick you up at the corner store at 7:00. Rick: 'k Hope u ready for it again. Me: LOL Half the fun it trying. So I go home jump in the shower and tell my husband that I am going out to see a friend. I leave and go meet Rick. He gets in the car and I am instantly wet, something about him always has that effect on me. "Hey been to damn long," Rick says as he closes the door. I start to pull away from the curb. "Do you have a place in mind?" "My girl has a store in town we can park behind it. My back windows are tinted." I reply I smile at him and slide my hand into his lap stroking his cock through the front of his pants. "You have no idea how much I miss you and miss this" he gives me this devilish smile he has. "You're the one to busy to meet up, figured I wore you out to much the last time you got scared." Rick said in his deep voice. He really has on of them sex operator voices! We pull into the shop parking lot and there are no cars around and it is very dark. I lean over and start kissing him as he slides his hands on to my chest and starts squeezing them. He always goes straight for my chest he is a tit man! "Let's get in back before we get going too much to stop!" I say as I unlock the doors and get into the back. He does the same. We barely close the doors and we are kissing again. I love sucking his bottom lip into my mouth when we kiss. My hand stroking his hardening cock through the front of his sweat pants. It feels so much thicker then I remember from last time. I slide my hands into his pants and finally feel his hard cock in my hand flesh to flesh. "Take them off," I say as I still am stoking his cock. He slides his pants off and I take the tip of his cock to my mouth. I love feeling the head of a cock in my lips. I slowly lick the slit already dripping with pre cum. Then I take as much of his cock in my mouth as I can. My hand still stroking the shaft when the shaft is not in my mouth. He has one hand on my head holding my hair as the other one is playing with my nipple. "Damn Tina I miss the way you do that. You know how to make it feel fucking good." Rick starts to thrust a little to meet my down ward motion as I suck his cock. Nothing gets me wetter then sucking a nice hard cock and having the guy making noise or talking letting me know how much they like it. "I want that pussy on it, ride this cock for me!" Rick commands. I stop sucking his cock and take my pants off. He slides in to the center of the back seat and I put one leg on each side of his lap as I rub my dripping wet pussy on his hard cock. He pulls my shirt over my head and starts sucking on my tits. Nibbling on my nipples making me moan. I take my hand and line his cock up with my pussy and slowly slide it into me. His cock feels so thick and long. "Damn Tina your pussy still tight you must not be messing around or not with anyone good." He pulls me tight to his body making me moan louder. "Ride that cock, you know you miss it, take all of me in that pussy. This is Rick's pussy now ain't it. Tell me how much you love riding my cock!" I am grinding on his cock seconds from Cumming. He won't let my pussy let even and inch of his cock out as he keeps his hands on my hips bucking up rocking me body back and forth really grinding my clit on his body. "Oh Rick you know I miss this cock, I am going to cum all over it" I feel my orgasm start building up as he picks his pace up of thrusting into me. "Fuck! Oh Fuck!" I scream as I get closer and closer to climax, my pussy is dripping and my heart is beating out of my chest. "Cum for me cum all over this cock for me! I want to feel my pussy cum." My body let loose as I cover his cock with my orgasm. My pussy spasming around his hard cock. "That's right baby, cum all over this cock!" My body goes limp. I feel as if I am going to faint as I finish my orgasm. He always makes me cum so hard. His cock still pumping inside me as Rick holds me tight on him thrusting so hard my head keeps hitting the roof of the car. He slows down. "I ain't done yet baby lay your ass down." I get off his cock and lay on my back seat. He gets in between my legs resting one of my feet on the headrest of the passenger seat and the other on his shoulder as he lines his cock up. "I love this pussy, the way your lips wrap nicely around my cock" and then all at once he thrusts his cock into. I moan in pain and pleasure. I can almost feel him in my stomach as he keeps pumping it deep in me. "Whose cock do you love huh? You miss getting fucked like this don't cha!" All I can do is moan in responses he feels so good in me. "Tell me you love this cock, I want to hear you say it" "I love your cock! Aaaaah! Fuck me Rick! God damn, your cock feels so good!" I scream. I am seconds from orgasm again as he really pounds my pussy. Both of us dripping in sweat. He leans down and we start kissing as he keeps fucking me. I break from our kiss, as I can't handle any more! "Shit I am Cumming again! Oh yeah! Rick! AAAAH! Rick your amazing!" My body let loose as I orgasm again. Rick slows down and then pulls out. His cock still hard. He doesn't have to say a word I know what he wanted. So I changed positions and starting sucking his cock. He started to moan as I took him as deep as I can into my throat and tried to keep a fast pace. I stroked his shaft and then started sucking on his balls. Then I went back to sucking his shaft. "That's my girl! Suck that cock clean for me. This is your cock baby make it cum" I start sucking him fast and deep. Rotating my hand as I stroke the shaft as. Stopping every few strokes to roll my tongue all over the tip and really getting his cock wet. I start to feel his body tense up, as his breathing gets much deeper. "That's it baby, I am going to cum you ready for it." I moan as I pick up speed again I can taste the pre cum on his cock. "Oh yes Tina suck it! ERRRRRRR! Ahhhhh! Here it comes!" with that he stiffens up and he starts shooting a thick load into my throat. I take his cock as deep as I can stroke the rest of it as it shoots down my throat. Rick sinks into the seat and lets out a sigh. "Damn Tina lets not wait so long next time!" he pulls me up to his face and kisses me. He looks in my eyes and says. "We got time to keep this going or do we need to split?" I look at the time and frown. "I think we need to split. Cause my man or your girl is going to start calling." He pulls me on to his lap and we start deep kissing again. "Don't start this again! You know I hate to stop but we have to!" He laughs and starts to open his door. And I start kissing him again. His hand leaves the door handle and goes back to my chest. My pants are still off, so is his and my shirt. I put my arm around his neck and my hand on his face, as I get lost in his kiss again. Something about them juicy lips and lust full lock of our lips gets me every time. Before I know what is happening he takes his hand and lines his cock back up and pushes it into me. "By the time you go home you will need another year to recover" His tone so arrogant and arousing. He keeps his grip tight on me and keeps thrusting hard and deep. I am screaming in pleasure. I forget we are in a car and that we don't want to get caught! "Take this Tina, Take it again! You know no man makes it feel like this!" My pussy aching as the orgasm builds again. He starts to really dig his hands into my hips as he tosses me around like his rag doll. "Ride that cock girl! Whose pussy is this? I want to hear you say it!" "Oh My God! It is your Pussy Rick! No one fucks me like you do!" I start to get light headed and super wet as my orgasm starts. "Oh Shit! I am Cumming! Rick! Fuck! OHHHH! Yes! Yes!" My body lets go and I start to latterly pass out. He holds my body tight to his and keeps fucking me. "That's it baby. I love feeling your pussy cum all over me! I am going to cum baby! Right now!" He starts thrusting slower but harder and deeper. I can feel his cock spasming as he shoots another huge load. We both collapse. The car windows are completely fogged and neither of us can breathe.. I slowly get off his lap and get dressed. He does the same we stand out side the car letting it air out and us cool down. We road the whole way back to the corner store with all the windows open... that sex smell is hot but I don't want to explain it!! Sex in My Office I work in an office building with about 200 people. I'm the boss of my company, but there are a few other companies which share the same office services – kitchens, bathrooms, meeting rooms, and so on. It was a good arrangement for me – I'd had sex with several of the women in the building. One of them had become a fairly regular fuck buddy, and none of them were from my own company. So everything was sweet. One morning I was in the kitchen getting a coffee when Anna walked in. Anna worked for a larger company down the other end of a long corridor from my offices. I guess they had about eighty employees, so they were bigger than my company. They sold telephone services or something so there were a lot of female employees. I knew that Anna was one of the senior sales team leaders. But enough about her job. What was great about Anna was her looks and her body. She was Polish, with dusty blue eyes and dirty blonde shoulder length hair. Anna was tall and slender, with good tits and long legs. From the several times I'd followed her down the corridor, I knew she had a nice ass and what's more, she had an elegant way of carrying herself so that she always seemed graceful. Maybe she'd done some modelling back in the day, who knows, it wouldn't have surprised me. I knew she was in her early thirties and married, and on a good day with make-up she was a hard eight. Also, and maybe because of her age, Anna regularly wore high heels and tight skirts and dresses above the knee. Basically, Anna was great to have around the office; always brightened up my day. One thing about Anna though, she had absolutely no idea about dress sense, colors in particular. And seeing as how I'm a world authority on the subject, I liked to tease her about her clothes and her colors as much as I could. Whenever I saw her, let's say once or twice a week, I'd make sure to look her up and down, nice and sleazy style, and then critique her on something. "I love those shoes," I'd say. "It's like they're from the 1950's or something". Or "Holy shit Anna, that is one daring color clash today babe. You're a real trend setter." And I'd regularly tell her to take her clothes off, in the most charming way possible of course. "Anna, I'm sorry but you just can't wear that color skirt with that color blouse. It doesn't work – you'll have to take them off. Or leave the blouse on, and just take your skirt off, that'll work." She always played along, and she'd say something like "yeah right" or "in your dreams" whenever I told her to take her clothes off. All the while I'd be leering at her, smirking, and checking out her body. Occasionally I'd take her by the arm and make her move around to show me the back of her dress or whatever. One time I got up nice and close to inspect an earring; our mouths were only inches apart. She knew what I was up to – it wasn't like I was being subtle - and I got the distinct feeling that she enjoyed every minute of having a man tease her, pay her no respect, and make her do as she was told. And it made sense, when I thought about it. Her (male) supervisor was a total dickhead, into model trains or something. Her sales team was all female except for one thin dweeb with glasses. And her husband was a flabby goof: I'd seen him at an all-office ballgame and wondered what the fuck was going on. So Anna probably didn't have a lot of male authority in her life. I decided I was right - she secretly loved me bossing her around, telling her she looked like shit, and invading her personal space. Furthermore, I would have loved to fuck her, of course, and I never made any effort at all to hide it. Anyway, this one particular morning she came into the kitchen wearing a dress and high heels. Sounds fine, right? Nice, tight, figure hugging dress, hemline two or three inches above the knee, sleeveless, high neck line, zip up the back. Her bare arms were golden brown and so were her long, long bare legs. Her heels were high-ish, but nothing outrageous. But it was the color of that dress. It was the most loud, electric, neon, crimson purple pink I had ever seen. It was so loud I needed earplugs. The color was indescribable - crimson purple pink is the best I can do, but I seriously had not seen that color ever before in my life. And the shoes were cream. That's right, cream heels with this revolting color. Millions of women would kill for her body, and then hang the best looks on it, but Anna simply had no idea about clothes. "Jesus, Anna! That dress is so loud! What are you trying to do to me?" I leaned back on the kitchen bench and faked shading my eyes. Anna was already shaking her head and smiling at me. "Either I'm going to have to put my sunglasses on," I said, "or you're going to have to take that dress off - and I left my sunglasses at home this morning so please, take it off this minute would ya?" "What do you mean, this is a great color, I love it," she said in her sexy Polish accent, smiling as usual. She put her hands on her hips and did a little twisty move right in front of me. I stripped her with my eyes, leaning back on the kitchen bench, letting my cock push forward in my pants. She looked hot, I'll give her that, and she knew it. The dress was very tight and it made the curves around her breasts and her hips look incredible. "Turn around, let's see it from the back," I told her. Anna turned slowly on her heels, and lifted her hands above her head in a kind of slow motion dance move. The dress was almost splitting across her sweet tight ass, it was stretched so tight. I looked directly at her ass until I knew she was looking at me, and then slowly ran my gaze up her back to meet her eyes. She had turned her head over her shoulder and gave me a smouldering wink. Little known fact: I regularly wear two rubber cock-rings to work, just for fun. They help my mindset when some stupid bitch from HR is making a presentation or something. Also, they increase the pressure on my shaft when I get aroused. And the sexy show Anna was putting on in front of me was getting me nice and hard. Now, since we were alone in the kitchen, this little routine was obviously just for my benefit. And of course, Anna and I had been flirting with each other for months, so I could be forgiven for thinking that she badly wanted me to force her down on her knees right then and there, shove my hard cock into her mouth, and make her suck it. But it was also obvious that nothing serious was going on, right? Just a bit of innocent, harmless fun in the morning between two innocent, harmless people in the office, one of whom happened to be a hot blonde in a tight dress, and the other a fit healthy man who needed a fuck. Anna broke the pose and turned back to face me. "Don't you like it?" she asked. There was a challenge in her voice, in her demeanor, the way she cocked her hip. But...did I also detect just a hint of uncertainty in her eyes? Her cheeks had flushed a little and her smile was slightly too engaging. I suddenly got the impression she was trying to impress me, or at least get my approval. Maybe she was feeling sexy, or maybe she needed to feel sexy? She sure looked sexy, as she flashed another smile at me. I decided to let her have it. "Nah, it's hideous, you should take it off. I think you'd look much better in your underwear than in that dress." "Excuse me? Are you joking?" Anna said. She'd stopped moving and was looking straight at me. It seemed her mood had completely changed. "I can't believe what you just said to me." She sounded angry – hell, she looked pretty angry too. But something in her eyes told me to keep going. "Seriously, this time I'm not joking," I said calmly, man to woman. I put my coffee down on the bench and looked her in the eye. "I want you to strip for me, right now, either here in the kitchen, or down the hall in my office." There was a heavy silence. My cock twitched again. "I can help you with the zip if you like," I said with a smirk to take some of the heat out. "I can't believe I'm hearing this," she said hotly. "Do you think that's actually going to work, just telling me to take my clothes off?" I liked the sound of that. "That's up to you Anna," I said, looking her up and down again. I started fucking her with my eyes. "Well for your information I'm really not planning to take my dress off for you." "Ok, fine. But if your plans change, drop by my office at one o'clock any day of the week. Everyone's always at lunch at that time, so it'll just be you and me." I picked up my coffee and sauntered off out the kitchen and down the hall. When Anna went past I made sure I was leaning over the reception desk sharing a laugh with the receptionist with the big tits. Anna didn't say anything, but did I catch her glancing at me? So guess what. A couple of days later, just after one o'clock, there was a light knock on my half-open door. I looked up to see Anna standing there. Similar dress – tight, sleeveless, above the knee, high neck line, zip up the back - but a different color, this time an incredibly electric, day-glo lime green. It was awful. Nice black high heels though, and black tights. If you want my opinion there was no need for the black tights. They didn't suit the rest of the look, if you know what I mean. Maybe she was wearing stockings and a garter belt, which would be great, but I thought bare arms and bare legs would be a better combination with that sort of dress. Her legs had been bare the other day in the kitchen. "Are you busy?" she asked, with a tight smile. I slowly looked her up and down again, making sure to linger over her tits and her legs. "Yeah actually I am pretty busy, so if you're here to take your clothes off then come in, close the door, and let's get started." Anna paused and looked at me with, I dunno, was it defiance? There was something in her eyes – whatever. I didn't think too long about it because the next thing you know she's stepping in to my office and quietly closing the door behind her, just like I told her to. "So let me get this straight," she said. She walked the short distance over to the other side of my double desk, sat down, and crossed her legs. As she did so, her dress rode up her black nylon thighs just a touch. My balls swelled, and my cock twitched, even though I wasn't wearing the cock rings that day. "I'm supposed to take my clothes off in front of you just because you want me to". "That's right," I said after a pause, smiling and looking straight in her eyes. "I want you to stand up right now, take off your dress, and show me your underwear." Anna sat back in the chair with some confidence, resting her arms on each of the chair's arms, hands hanging loosely, legs crossed, head held high, and looked at me. "Do you seriously think I'm going to strip off just because some guy in the office tells me to?" she said, still looking me in the eye. "I'm married, and this is a work environment. Besides, you just want me to be another one of your conquests. Everyone knows you've already had sex with half the women in the building." "Only six of them, actually", I replied. "And two of them I didn't fuck – they just sucked my cock. In fact, that little Marianne in your team sucked me off at the Christmas party." That got her. Anna's cheeks flushed pink, her eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped open with surprise. I could tell it was news to her, and also that she had not suspected her Marianne was that kind of girl. Marianne had indeed given me an awesome blow-job at the office Christmas party. She was about twenty-five and had been working in Anna's team for eighteen months or so – quiet, prim, but hot. About five four with light brown hair and a firm, slender body – I heard she did a lot of swimming. You'd fuck her in a heartbeat. So at the Christmas party she'd had two or three strong drinks and I managed to get her outside round the back of the restaurant "for a chat". Before you know it she's on her knees sucking my hard cock, holding it with both hands while she bobbed back and forth, slurping and sucking all around the head of my thick shaft. Then she took her hands off and undid three or four buttons of her white blouse, opening it up to show the top of her full creamy white breasts above her white lace bra. I got that message loud and clear – she wants me to cum on her tits. So while she squeezed her tits together, I held the back of her head with one hand, and the underside of her jaw with my other hand, and started fucking her face, pumping my cock into her mouth, getting harder and fatter as I got closer to cumming. "You want me to cum on your tits Marianne?" I hissed. "You want my cum all over your tits?" Since I was fucking her mouth all she could do was go "uh-huh, mmm, ugggh". Her eyes were half-closed, her cheeks were hollowed out from the sucking, and she was moving her head back and forth with my thrusts, sucking on my hard cock. Her hands were cupping her breasts, holding them up, squeezing them together. She looked fantastic. And then just after the point of no return, when I was about to blow, she pulled her mouth off my cock, gulped some air and said "Cum on my tits". I held my cock, pumping it fast with my right hand a couple of times until I exploded, shooting three or four good loads of hot semen on to her chest, with one stream of cum going right into her cleavage as she squeezed her tits together. "Oh yeah," she breathed, "oh yeah, that's so good, oh god." I forced my cock back into her mouth, pulling her head back by the hair, and fucked her face with a few more pumps while my cock was still hard and sensitive. After a minute I pulled her head off my cock and zipped up. Marianne stood up and started smearing my cum all over her tits, rubbing it in. She even took each breast out of her bra and carefully wiped my cum across and under her nipples, spreading my sticky jizz across her chest and all over her tits. Then she wiped her hands on the ass of her tight jeans, and buttoned up her blouse – higher than before, I noticed – and gave me a sexy wink. We both went back inside the restaurant and Marianne went straight to the bathroom. I guess she straightened herself up and washed her hands. For the rest of the night, every now and then I glanced over at her table. There she was, happily sitting there with Anna and the rest of their team as they all had a good time. There were some good-looking women at that table, Anna being the best of them, but no-one would have any reason to think that the slender brown-haired one on the right was a recent cocksucker sitting there with cum all over her tits. "Bullshit", said Anna. "Marianne? She did not." Anna uncrossed her legs, shifted in the chair, and crossed her legs the other way. I shrugged my shoulders. "She sucked my cock and she loved it" I said, smiling wolfishly right in her eyes. "You can too if you want." "You know," she said, "I could totally sue you and your company for everything you've got." "Sue me? Sue me for what," I said. "Sexual harassment," she shot back. "Sexual harassment, improper behaviour, emotional blackmail, and mental anguish." Some of that defiant look was back in her eyes, but she hadn't recovered all her cool and was looking a bit flustered. Her right hand had started playing with a thin gold necklace at her throat. I got up from my chair and slowly walked around the desk and sat on the edge of it facing directly at her. My cock was semi-hard and I made sure my crotch was right in front of her face. "Well then you go ahead and sue me Anna," I smirked. "You can sue me and my company as much as you want, I don't care. But whatever happens, you and I will always know the real reason you came in here today." "Oh really?" she said. "And what's that, in your opinion?" Right then, at that very moment, she looked straight at my cock. It was a total giveaway. She hadn't meant to, or had tried not to, and she immediately glanced away, but there was no question what was on her mind and we both knew it. "You came in here," I said slowly, my eyes locked on hers, "hoping that I'd make you take your dress off, so I could see you in your underwear. And that's exactly what I'm going to do." Anna dropped her gaze from mine and again her cheeks turned pink. "Stand up Anna", I said, with more authority. Anna stood up in front of me, her arms at her sides. She was tall, and had poise. I went to the door and locked it. She didn't move. "Now unzip your dress," I told her, as I sat on the edge of my dress in front of her again. Anna waited a second – I could tell she was making her mind up about whether or not she was actually going to do this. I mentally crossed my fingers but didn't move a muscle. Then she slowly reached up around behind her neck, shaking her blonde hair out of the way. Her tits pressed firm against the bright green fabric. I heard the zip start to move, and now Anna was looking directly at me, her mouth slightly open. Her elbows moved higher in front of me as the zip moved down. She dropped her arms to reach around behind her back, and I heard the sound of the zipper. Her dress began to open and fall away, held up now only by her tits. I was pleased to see Anna give a little shimmy of her hips to help it slide off her arms and down her body. The dress fell to the floor, and she stepped out of it as it lay crumpled in a green heap at her feet. She was magnificent. Her lingerie was black – a sheer semi-transparent strapless black corset which cupped her natural breasts and tightened around her slender waist, and a tiny black bikini brief with thin black straps. No garter belt, just black stockings up to the top of her long thighs and all the way down her lovely long legs to her high heels. The effect of the black lace and nylon against her pale golden-brown skin was stunning – her bare shoulders, her long arms, her throat,her creamy tits, and the tops of her thighs were in stark contrast to the varying tones of black on her legs, stomach, and at her crotch. She stood in her high heels with one leg in front of the other like swimwear models do, put her hands on her hips, and looked at me. "Well," she said. "What do you think?" "Turn around," I said. Anna turned slowly to the right, hands still on her hips, glancing at me over her shoulder with smoky eyes. She arched her back a bit, which pushed her ass out towards me. The black bikini briefs were a semi-thong. I could see her breasts from the side now and they looked great. Her ass was golden and firm, the globes of each cheek curving perfectly. Her legs looked like you see on nylon stockings packaging. As she moved back the other way I took a good long look at her vagina underneath her bikini. She was 100% shaved by the look of it. Anna turned back towards me. "So do you like my underwear? You still haven't said anything." "It's acceptable." That's when I stood up, took her in my arms and kissed her. The kiss was hot and dirty. Her arms went around my neck and her tongue attacked mine as I reached around to caress her half-naked ass. She pressed herself into me, and I could feel those firm tits on my chest and her belly against my hardening cock. I gripped and squeezed her ass lightly and fingered her ass crack before moving my hands up to feel her body, her arms, and back to her ass. Then I took her hand, turned her around, and lifted her gently onto my desk. I reached under her legs and swivelled her so her high heels were on the desk, and laid her down on her back, her long legs bent at the knee and her arms thrown back behind her head. As I undid my belt and pants, I took another look at what I had on my desk in front of me. I had to admit it was pretty fucking good - Anna's corsetted tits were pushed up now her hands were back behind her head, and her back curved so that only her ass and her shoulders were touching the desk. She obviously knew how to pose and she looked totally hot and wanton. Her face was turned towards me – towards my crotch actually, as I pulled my trousers down and released my hard cock from my boxers. I pulled her head slightly across the desk towards my cock and she closed her eyes, opened her lips, and took my cock into her mouth. I moved my hips lightly, just enough so that the head of my cock moved in and out. She started moaning, "mmm-mmmm, uhhh," as I fucked her mouth. Sex in My Office I reached across with my left hand and pulled her bikini away and started rubbing her vagina, up and down and around her clit and her pussy lips - she was soaking wet. Her pussy looked girlish, clean and virginal. Anna opened her legs and the thin black bikini material moved tighter across her mound. I rubbed her and entered her with my middle finger, running my palm smoothly across her clit, hooking my finger in deep. I had my right hand behind her head, holding a bunch of her dirty blonde hair. "Suck my cock Anna," I told her softly. "That's it. Suck my cock. I love having my hard cock in your mouth, so suck it good. Suck my cock. Suck it like Marianne did. Keep sucking my cock. You came in here to suck my cock, didn't you?" "Uh-huh," she replied, as she took my length on a forward thrust. "So keep sucking my hard cock. You're a good cocksucker, you know that Anna?" I told her. "Uh-huh, mmm" "You look beautiful sucking my cock. You're my cocksucker now. Do you want to be my cocksucker?" "Uh-huh, mmm" "And you dressed up just for me, didn't you, just to suck my cock." 'Oh yeah, mmm, uh-huh." I kept pumping my hard member into her mouth in a sure and steady rhythm so she couldn't talk. I didn't want her to say anything anyway, I just wanted her to keep sucking me off. Then I eased my first finger into her clean little pussy, as well as my middle finger, and she arched her back further and spread her legs even more and started slowly bucking and grinding and moaning. I couldn't help it – I pulled out of her mouth and moved to the end of the desk and went straight to her cunt with my tongue, dragging her across the desk towards me, and then licking and lightly sucking around her clit, moving the skimpy black bikini to one side and running my hot tongue all over her sex. Anna's pussy was totally bald. I stretched her pink lips open with my fingers and tongued her deep inside. She was grinding her hips, quietly moaning "oh yeah, oh yeah, aaahhh yeah" as I licked her, getting her totally wet until I stood up, pulled her towards me again, and pushed the purple head of my throbbing hard cock into her hot wet vagina. "Aaaahhhhh yeah," she whispered, and she leaned up on her elbows and looked at me and down at my thick shaft entering her. Her hair fell across her face and she threw her head back again as she began to fuck me back with her hips. She was hot, wet, and tight, and as I moved my large hard cock further into her and leaned forward, she reached up and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me down into her and kissing me hard. I felt her thighs up around my ribs and I started pumping her hard, fucking her deep, two, three, four, ten, twenty thrusts, and she started coming on my cock, her pussy flexing and shimmering around my rod as I fucked her, trying to stay inside her as her hips twisted and she bit into my neck, fucking her short and deep and then, as her orgasm passed, fucking her some more but now with long, nasty, vicious thrusts, hard and purposeful, raking into her cunt, her hips moving loose now, my cock thickening and arching, getting ready to fill her with my cum. "Don't come inside me," she whimpered as I fucked her. "Ok? Please don't come inside me." My cock was massive now, huge and engorged and thick and hard, and I slapped into her as hard as I could, building to my orgasm, fucking her on my desk, listening to her go "oh, oh, don't cum in me, oh, oh" as I fucked her, and then feeling my balls tighten that one last time, one more thrust, and then blasting my cum into her, thrusting deep into her, as deep as I could, pressing my hips into her and cumming inside her, my whole body stiff and strong as she fought to push me off, my cock hard and cumming again, thrusting some more, spraying my cum inside her, feeling powerful and masculine and dominating. "You bastard," she gasped breathlessly, "I told you not to come inside me, you bastard." Her arms were still around my neck. My cock was still hard and still deep inside her pussy, and I fucked her more slowly while she bitched and moaned about what a bastard I am for cumming inside her. "Yeah well you're a slut," I whispered in her ear. "You're a married slut, dressed up like a whore at work and you sucked my cock in my office." I kept fucking her. "And you're going to do it again or I'll tell your husband you fucked me and I came inside you." My cock was softening but it was still hard enough for a few more thrusts. "Do you like me fucking you?" I whispered. "Yes," she said softly. "Do you like my hard cock inside you?" "You know I do", she groaned. "Are you going to fuck me again Anna? Are you going to fuck me next week?" "Yes" she breathed, "I'll fuck you again, just don't say anything, alright?" I could tell she was still getting off on having my cock inside her – after all, her legs had moved back up around my waist and she had her arms tight around my neck. Now that we'd come to an agreement, there were five or six final fuck thrusts – we both fucked each other, getting that last feeling of hot sex before the end. Then I pulled out and got off her, and she sat up on the desk, fixing her hair and adjusting her corset. She looked gorgeous. I liked the way her small waist flared out and became her curvy ass, it looked awesome. And I realised I badly wanted to lick her little clean-shaven school girl vagina again. She swung her legs off the desk and wriggled back into her dress. I zipped up and tucked my shirt in. We'd been alone for about twenty minutes. "I'm going to fuck you from behind next time," I calmly told her. "And it won't be here in my office, either, because I'm going to tie you up, use a dildo on you, and fuck you anally as well. So you choose a hotel and make a calendar appointment, and make sure it's before the end of next week or your husband's getting some news." She looked at me with what seemed like a mixture of shock and anger, but there was another look too; it was that look you get from a woman who's being told what to do and knows she has no choice but to agree to it, maybe because you're the boss, or her father, or some other authority figure. It's a look that says "yes, I'll do as I'm told". Anna gave me that look. "Ok," she said quietly as she moved to the door, "I'll book a hotel room, let me know which day suits you." She leant forward to listen at the door for a second, and her green dress stretched over her sweet ass one more time. Anna opened the door slightly, and when she saw the coast was clear, she stepped out of my office, turned, and said with a professional office-type smile, "Thanks for everything!" Sex in Novels, What is it Good For? [For the record, this is a completely amoral blog post—preaching morals gives me a headache and upsets my ulcer.] * 1. Sex. What is it good for? Were this a song parody, the next line would be "absolutely nothing." But, given that I've had bad experiences with song parodies, I will forgo that. But, seriously, sex ... why bother? I should point out now that my issue with sex is more in the context of literature. Almost any novel with a sex scene in it has been, in my opinion, a horrid waste of time, energy, and irritates, at least, this reader. Any sex scene that is more than a paragraph had better add to the events of the novel, or I'm going to wonder why it's in the book. If I want porn, I'd read a playboy or sign in to Literotica.com For example, my novel A Pius Man has no sex scenes. Why? Because I find them boring. I am not certain how much of this is my own personal opinion and how much of it is a critique of how sex scenes tend to be inflicted on the reader. One of my major problems is the OSS, or the Obligatory Sex Scene. In the Douglas Preston/Lincoln Child novel "Mount Dragon", our protagonists, after having found shelter and water in the middle of the desert, after nearly dying from thirst, while on the run from a nutcase with a gun.... are so happy they start having sex... Huh? The OSS I just mentioned is quick. If it's longer than half a page, I'd be surprised. But it was just dropped into the middle of the book, and was so jarring it broke the pace. It had been a nice, solid thriller, our heroes on the run from a psychotic killer with a rifle, and then.... they're stopping to have sex? Really? Looking at it objectively, what is the point of an OSS? "Physical intimacy shows the the relationship involved has gone to another level and has thus impacted the characters"..... Perfectly true, but does that necessitate a five page sex scene? Or even a page? If one wanted to tell the reader that, yes, two people slept together, I can do that right now: "X and Y fell into bed, kissing passionately as they stripped each other's clothes. They then turned off the lights and hoped they wouldn't wake the neighbors." Done. Two lines and a bit of smart ass can carry something a long way. "Things can happen during the scene that are relevant to the rest of the novel." True, but rarely does it necessitate going into intimate details. In fact, I would suggest that anything interesting that happened could be covered in the next chapter. "On reflection, s/he noticed something odd while lying on his/her back. S/he didn't really notice it at the time, but now that it's quiet....." Done. Exceptions can be made to this rule, obviously. If the couple rolls off of the bed as someone walks into the room, be it with room service or with a gun, then that is a useful detail. There are moments when character can be served. I've seen sex scenes done well. I don't mean the sex scene in the novel "Darkly Dreaming Dexter," where he dwells on a nice neat serial killer, his girlfriend comes in, starts kissing and disrobing him, and the next line is, literally, "How did that happen?" I mean a sex scene. John Ringo's "Paladin of Shadows" series (Ghost, Kildar, etc), have sex scenes and nudity. However, the point of the hero, nicknamed Ghost, is that he is not a "nice guy," he hangs out in strip clubs, and some of his contacts are strippers... it's rather amusing reading a scene where a stripper is informing him of pertinent information during the course of her duties. The sex scenes themselves are surprisingly thought out. In the first novel, "Ghost", it is a series of vignettes. The second vignette is two-thirds bondage porn and deep sea fishing, and who knows which is worse. Before the sex scenes take up whole chapters, Ghost has a discussion with the two young ladies he's dealing with... and their parents. The conversation that follows is one part dissertation on bondage subcultures, and five parts comedy routine. After that, you can skip whole chapters, unless you really want to learn more about leather goods than you ever really wanted to. Thanks, if I want that, I'll come to literotica. So, here we have someone who makes sex funny without it being gaudy. In fact, the amount of thought put into his later sex scenes is odd. It shows a lot of character, intelligence, and humor. Even then, are they necessary? Surprisingly enough, some are, and two crucial to the stories they show up in. Almost all of them impact the characters in some way. And almost all of these scenes can be entertaining for reasons that are anything but sexual. Why Ghost does what he does (and I don't mean sexual maneuvers or positions) tells the reader more about the character than a hundred pages of sex scenes from any given novelist.... Laurell K. Hamilton, I'm looking at you. * Laurell K. Hamilton created a novel series about Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter. It was a nice, solid series, set in St. Louis, with a well constructed, detailed world, where vampires were public figures, werewolves are treated like HIV cases in the 80s, crosses work against vampires, and demons aren't the actor in a suit you see on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. For nine novels, the series went well. There was sexuality here and there (a major character was a French vampire, after all), but it never really got in the way of the story. By book seven and eight, the main character was sleeping with both a vampire and a werewolf, but the OSS's were few and far between, and they were easily skipped by turning a page. Quite painless, overall. After book #9, Obsidian Butterfly, I was warned off several of the novels because it opened with a hundred pages of vampire rituals of who gets to have sex with who. I went back for book #15, because it featured the return of Hamilton's best, scariest character: a mild mannered, white bread fellow named Edward, a mercenary who started hunting vampires because humans were too easy. However, I had to skip a hundred and fifty pages of the novel. It was one, long and drawn out OSS. Not a menage a trois, but a bisexual sextet among Vampires and were-creatures. I can go online for this, I don't need to pay $25 for a hardcover. Much of the rest of the same book had pages of Anita Blake defending her sex life. "The lady dost protest too much." When the author herself was asked about the overabundance of sex during a Barnes and Noble interview, Hamilton's best defense was that "I only get complaints from men. They're disturbed that a woman is writing this sort of stuff." Ahem... Dear Ms. Hamilton: I get disturbed with John Ringo writing about a man and two coeds on a boat with bondage gear. For the love of all that's Holy, what makes you think that a woman with bi-vampires and several were-furries would go over better? 2. "I want a Heroine not and excuse for sex." As I said, in my book "A Pius Man," there are no sex scenes. There are moments of physical intimacy off screen, that the reader doesn't see, but that's about it. Can I write a sex scene? Sure, they're easy. I've gotten requests from lady friends of mine for erotica (don't ask, long story). But are they necessary? No. Did I need intimate details to add to the plot, the character, or anything related to the story? No. Frankly, I think a PG-13 novel requires more skill than an R-rated (for nudity/sex). I find that sex sequences are a cheat, sort of like premium cable—just because you can use four letter words doesn't mean you have to write them into every single line. I have actually made my lack of OSS's in my novels work for me. One character, the mercenary Sean A.P. Ryan, has had a long term girlfriend in my book series....they've never had intercourse because every time they do, someone tries to kill them. One of my lead detectives, Giovanni Figlia, is happily married with two children; I can leave him and his wife alone and move on to something plot related while they're busy in bed. Maureen McGrail is out of her own country, single, and is usually too busy to stop, slow down, and make out with a random hero. Scott Murphy and Manana Shushurin have just met; while they have an intimate moment, everything that interests me happens later. Just because an author can throw in a sex scene doesn't mean s/he must do so. Doing sex scenes well takes skill, and making them relevant takes talent; most people don't have it. Joss Whedon's "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" had several moments where our heroine's sex life really was going to get people killed. Sherrilyn Kenyon, a ROMANCE NOVELIST, wrote at least one book where the LACK of sex was a key plot point, and another where intimacy between the hero and heroine was surprisingly crucial to the story. So, it has been done well. Just not very often. To answer the opening question: Sex, what is it good for? In novels... it can be good for something. It just rarely is. Sex in Patrol Cars We all know it happens right? Who hasn’t thought of blowing a cop to get out of a ticket? I have a few friends in Law Enforcement and I was thinking of establishing some ‘preferential’ treatment prior to that infraction if possible. So when I broached the subject with my friends I got only smiles and that far off look people get when they are reminded of a great sexual encounter. Instead of answers I got a “ride-along” to find out just what it would be like. If you’ve never sat in a police cruiser of any kind the first thing you notice is that there are guns, radios, switches and knobs all over the place. The console in between the front seats makes it almost impossible to make contact with the person in the other seat. Almost impossible. I figured that the first thing is to select a good parking spot. Parking in a dark alley draws suspicion immediately it doesn’t matter if you’re a cop or not. I liked the thought of being behind the billboard like in the old movies but alas, most billboards are too high for that now. Then it occurred to me – every cop knows a place where they hide to catch speeders. That would be the place – you could even leave the radar on for thrills and to make it appear more like you’re working. Of course when I mentioned this to my ‘escort’ the wicked smile returned. Yes, they know the optimum place on their ‘beat’ – I needn’t have worried. There are some definite necessary clothing choices. A skirt or dress is a necessity. Unless you don’t want anything out of this little ‘brush with the law’. But I chose my short plaid “Catholic school girl” skirt and no panties to save time. Under my white shirt was a push-up bra that fastened in the front. As my 10-86 (the radio code for a ride-along in my part of the world) progressed it became apparent that not only is location important – but so is timing. We called in that we were going to conduct some “Area Familiarization” which I found meant that we were going to be off the beaten track and weren’t going to be able to respond as fast. The dispatcher seemed to take it as gospel. But I wondered wouldn’t the Police Dispatchers have caught on by now? I got yet another smile and later earned the right to sit in dispatch for a few hours – but that’s another story… We pulled into a spot behind some bushes and the vehicle (they don’t call them ‘cars’ – I guess it’s an insult) was almost completely out of view. Here is where the difficulties began. First there is a pretty big space between those seats and the center console definitely needs to be avoided. On that console are the controls for the lights, sirens and some other things that I was positive would draw unwanted attention to us. Setting off the siren right as the he shoots his load into the back of my throat also might be a little embarrassing. Or make some speeder come to Jesus – one of the two. Then there was the belt. When they called it a ‘utility belt’ I automatically had visions of Batman in that tight spandex coming to my rescue. But on this belt they carry more equipment than most women carry in their purses. Of course there is their side-arm, a couple of extra magazines full of ammunition, handcuffs (my favorite) and quite a few things I neither knew the name of nor the use for. Most officers also wear a Vest – Kevlar body armor. For those that wear theirs on the outside of their shirts there is also a cover with pockets – reminiscent of a fisherman’s vest. All of the ‘gear’ is enough to make anyone take pause – even the most persistent woman in search of a cock to suck. My choice was to kick off my shoes, and get on my knees on the passenger seat with my ass in the air. I decided the best thing to do was lay my coat across the console so the sharp edges and buttons are covered. Hopefully that will keep anything from going off. Maybe someone needs to invent a device that flips up over it to make this easier. Probably should get to work on that. As I contemplated his gear he pushed his seat all the way back and freed his cock. Oh yeah that’s what I wanted. I always ask myself if it is really unladylike to beg to suck on someone’s cock? What would Miss Manners say? I leaned over and wiggled into a comfortable position. I could feel the cool air hit my pussy as he lifted my skirt to get to my ass. I wasn’t going to waste any time so I slid his cock into my mouth and begin to work it in and out. Sucking cock is so much fun! I held the base of his cock tightly and worked him in and out of my mouth. I moved my hand with the rhythm of my mouth. I worked him in deeper and deeper until the tip was touching the back of my throat. I held his cock against the back of my throat for a few seconds. Okay, so I had to show off my lack of gag reflex. Then each time I pulled his cock out I ran my tongue around the tip and then thrust back in harder and harder. I felt him gather my hair into his left hand. As he pulled it tight, the pain made my pussy contract. I felt the small trickle of juice running down the inside of my thigh. His hand moved over my ass and I moaned as his fingers found my wet hole. I increased my efforts in appreciation. As I glance up I see he is watching me as the whole length of his cock disappeared into my mouth. I tried harder knowing that my performance was under direct scrutiny. His fingers found my asshole and as he worked one finger in I almost came. He then placed a finger in each hole. Wow, I want a body cavity search from this guy. He held onto my hair and began using it to move my head at a faster rate. The increased pain mixed with the satisfaction of knowing he approved of my efforts brought me close to climaxing. Then he shoved my head down so that I could not move – or resist as his hot come hit the back of my throat. The combination of his fingers in my ass and pussy and his other hand holding my head down with his cock against the back of my throat sent me over the top. I swallowed the ‘evidence’ and cleaned him off with my mouth. He released my hair and gave me a pat me on the head. He looked at me, smiled and said “You really a good little cock-sucker aren’t you?” I decided I might make him pay for the comment later by ‘resisting arrest’ but for the moment I just smiled. I leaned back into my seat and grabbed the hand that had been in my ass and pussy and sucked my come off his fingers. As if knowing it was over the dispatcher’s voice indicated that he needed to respond to “10-68” a fellow officer. He explained as we drove off that it meant to give routine assistance to a fellow officer. Before the end of my ride-along I had provided 10-68 to my escort several times.