0 comments/ 12028 views/ 0 favorites The Sailors By: casio33 You had been exchanging e-mails back and forth and talking on the phone for two months. You had sent him intimate pics and he had sent photographs of his own. He was over six feet tall with graying black hair – cut in a crew cut. The egotistical shit had sent photos of his magnificent cock with two rulers in the picture. His cock was just over nine inches long and two inches in diameter. You had become wet and stroked your pussy just looking at the pony-sized instrument of pleasure. He was a retired Navy Seal and now worked as Chief of Security for a large corporation headquartered in the city. Although his own office was on the coast, he had just called and said he was in town for a meeting and asked if you could meet him downtown. It was with trembling anticipation; you showered and dressed in your sexy short leather skirt and jacket. Getting into your red Corvette you started it, revved the powerful engine and headed downtown to meet your, until now, fantasy lover of the past two months. He was standing outside the building holding a small duffel. Though dressed in tight jeans, he exuded an air of confidence that was almost palatable. The outline of his cock in the tight jeans left no doubt his pictures had been authentic. “Hi!” He said, “You look good enough to eat in that outfit.” His look of approval evident on his face. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” you hoarsely replied. Tossing his duffle into the back seat he climbed into the seat beside you. “Would you like to get some lunch before we go home?” You asked. Slipping one long arm around you, he reached inside your jacket with his right hand, pinched your already hard nipple and whispered in your ear. “Let’s just go home, I’m holding my appetizer in my hand and my lunch is just below.” Your pussy pulsed and became wet in the anticipation of what was being promised. Arriving home, you had no more than entered the living room; when he turned you to face him and took your face in his hands. His kiss was slow and languid, his tongue slipped between your beautiful parted lips and caressed your mouth and tongue. You sucked his tongue deep into your mouth and held it there. His long lean body molded itself to yours. You could almost feel the heat of his throbbing cock on your lower belly. Still locked in the sinuous kiss, he began to unzip your jacket and peel it from your shoulders – you wore nothing beneath. His hands began to quickly explore the charms of your ample breasts and nipples. You, just as quickly, began to lightly massage his growing cock and unfasten his jeans. Stepping back from each other, both of you began, with almost frantic urgency, to remove your remaining clothes. You stood naked before each other for a moment before moving together; he lowered his head to your soft breast and took a nipple in his hot mouth while teasing the other with his strong fingers. Lifting his mouth from the turgid peak he said “Appetizer.” Pushing him from you and dropping to your knees, you took his thick cock as deeply into your mouth and throat as you could. You pulled a tight vacuum and held him for a moment letting your tongue tantalize the most sensitive areas around the purple crown of his hard cock. Reluctantly, you slowly let your tongue glide over his cock as you lifted your head from his crotch. You gave him a mischievous grin and said, “I’m not too much for appetizers – I’m more of a main course girl.” You stood and took his hand, leading him to the king-sized bed in your bedroom. There you lay upon the bed on your back. Spreading your beautiful tanned and shapely legs. With your fingers on each side spread the pink lips of your tight pulsating pussy. “Fuck my brains out daddy.” You said in a voice, raspy with lust. He quickly moved his mouth to cover your steaming pussy for a moment before saying, “please wait until I have had my lunch. He paused only long enough to place two pillows below your tantalizing ass, before his long thick tongue probed the depths of your cunt and teased your throbbing clit. His long supple fingers probed deeply inside your pussy. Your climax began rapidly building. Your face and body began to “flush” a deep pink. Your pussy began to throb and pulsate. Your sweet juices flowed copiously from your distended clit. Your body began to tremble violently. Sensing the power of your approaching climax, he lifted his mouth from your pussy and placed the crown of his glorious cock inside the lips of your cunt and, as you began the first upward thrust of organism, plunged his hard cock into your depths. Your scream was one of exquisite pain combined with a pleasure you had not previously known. Leaving his cock deep inside you, he kissed you deeply as your pussy throbbed around the embedded member. As the after shocks of your climax began to subside and your pussy became more accustomed to its welcome intruder, he began to withdraw from your tight pussy. At an exquisitely slow pace, he withdrew the monster cock from your pussy, now overflowing with your sweet nectar, until the large dark crown rested just inside the lips at the mouth of your still throbbing cunt. Letting the crown of his cock massage the swollen lips and engorged clit, he paused momentarily before again plunging deep into the depths of your tunnel of unparallel lust. He continued in this manner for several minutes before you again convulsed into yet another organism. Withdrawing from your, now somewhat tender cunt, (the son-of-a-bitch still had not shot his load) he grinned and said, with some arrogance, “if you don’t mind, I’ll finish my lunch. SAILOR – CHAP 2 You quickly forgot his arrogance as he expertly sucked your clit into his hot mouth and probed the depths of your pussy with his long stiff tongue. His finger teased the tight ring of your anus and as it began to relax, quickly dipped down to probe it with his tongue. Departing that dark tunnel, he returned his attention to your searing pussy. Sucking your distended clit into his mouth, he eased three fingers into your pussy. Resting his chin in his palm, he massaged the wall of your pussy just behind your pelvic bone. The sensation was exhilarating and you again started building toward yet another organism. Leaving his long fingers buried in your cunt, he began to lick your lower belly and move upward toward your erect nipples, all the while raking his nails over your body. Capturing a nipple in his mouth, he rotated the other between thumb and forefinger squeezing to a point just short of pain. Removing his hand from your pussy, he spread your legs wide and lifted your gorgeous ass. As he slipped a pillow under your ass, he plunged his tongue again into your leaking pussy for only a second. Leaving that paragon of pleasure, he moved to your face driving his tongue into your sweet mouth. As he removed his tongue, he whispered, “Time to fuck baby.” You guided the blood-engorged head of his massive cock into the pulsing lips of your hot, wet pussy waiting for the breathtaking plunge into your depths. It did not come. Instead, he proceeded to drive big dick, with tantalizing slowness into the deepest depths of your cunt. With his balls resting hard upon your ass, he began to withdraw at the same agonizingly slow pace. Repeating this movement several times he withdrew his cock altogether and took your clit into his mouth while massaging inside your flowing pussy with his long fingers. You moaned loudly and pulled his mouth tight into your pussy as your clit released yet another flood if its delicious nectar. This process was repeated several times. You recognized the pressure that was building inside him and wanted to take control. Urging him roll onto his back, you managed to remain impaled on his meat as he rolled onto his back. Once on the “top rider” position, you decided it was time to play his game. You lifted your ass until only the tip of his cock touched the swollen lips of your pussy. Remaining so, you leaned over him and took a nipple into your turgid mouth while raking fingernails over his other. Letting your body slowly lower itself until about four inches of his cock had been absorbed into your flowing cunt, you stopped all movement except for the strong contractions of your pussy – squeezing and massaging his massive organ. He began to breathe heavily and you could feel the tremor of his body as the exquisite pleasure of you talented cunt rolled over him. At this moment you again lifted your ass until his crown rested at the lips of your pussy. With all the force you could summons, your drove your beautiful rounded ass down on him, driving his cock deeply into your flaming pussy. He erupted violently into the depths of your cunt as you held him without moving as his cock throbbed and pumped his cum into you. Your throbbing pussy convulsed in organism. Collapsing onto his chest you kissed him softly, smiled your mischievous smile and said, “some stud – two strokes from a real woman and you blow your load.” Relaxing in the afterglow of your passionate exertions, the two of you chatted, stroked each other’s bodies and gently kissed. Jim said, “I have an old Navy, buddy - Rod, who lives in town, I promised him I would get in touch the next time I was in town. I guess I should give him a call.” You told him to give his buddy a call and invite him over for a drink. Thirty minutes later, your doorbell rang. Slipping on your short thin robe, you ran to answer the door. Standing on your doorstep was a tall, (at least six foot four inches), handsome stranger. His face and thin, wiry body exuded the same; almost arrogant, confidence Jim had shown when you had first met him. His close-cropped red hair was sprinkled with gray. His electric blue eyes were direct and piercing. With his direct look, you felt he had stripped your robe away and that, in his eyes, you stood naked before him. Quickly regaining your composure, you pulled the skimpy robe close to your pointed breasts and invited him into your living room. Relaxing with fresh drinks in your comfortable living room, you listened to the two of them rehash old war stories from their days as Navy Seals. They had been partners during the last ten years of their careers. “I’ll bet the two of you cut quite a swath through the ladies when on liberty.” You said. Jim looked at you and with his mischievous grin said, “Yeah, Rod and I have even double-teamed a few in our day.” “God” you said with a gasp, “Now that sounds like fun.” CHAP 3 – DOUBLES Both men stood at the same time. You noticed a bulge in Rod’s pants, it extended nearly to his knee. That can’t be his cock, you thought, if it was, it had to be at least twelve inches long. “Hell”, you thought, “I’ll just spit on it and try it anyway.” Your pussy was beginning to throb in anticipation of absorbing his long cock. They approached you and each put his arm around your shoulders and took a nipple in their free hand, rotating them in an identical manner. Then at the same time, bending their heads, they each took one of the still tender buds into their mouth and began to suck, rotating their tongues around your nipples they began to suck more of the now peaked aureoles into their mouths. The sensation was exhilarating. Your pussy began to overflow with your sweet juices. Sensing your rising passion, Rod abandoned his prize and dropped to his knees. Lifting one of you legs over his shoulder, he wasted no time in driving his long tongue into you hot pussy to capture the flowing nectar. You hunched you hot cunt into his face and said, “Boys we have to lie down to finish this.” Moving into your bedroom, you discarded the flimsy robe and lay on your back on the bed to watch as they disrobed. You were now quite familiar with Jim’s gorgeous body, but were most curious about what lay beneath Rod’s loose fitting trousers. As they removed their clothes, it became apparent that Rod’s slender build belied the power in his long frame. His muscles were corded and sinewy. As he removed his trousers, his now erect cock jumped from its confinement and stood straight out from his body. Not nearly so thick as Jim’s, but at least twelve inches long. You shuttered at the thought of having Rod’s long rod buried in your pussy, your ass, and your throat. Then you thought of the pleasure Jim had wrought and realized they both would soon be attending to those orifices simultaneously. In a voice husky with lust for the magnificent man tools standing erect before you, you asked, “Where do we go from here?” Jim smiled, as he moved to the bed beside you, and said, “Let’s try you on top, but first I’d like another taste of your pussy.” Facing him you lowered your steaming pussy to his talented mouth. Bending over him you began to grind your hot hole into his face and giving Rod a view of you beautiful rounded ass. Rod lost no time in taking advantage of your upturned ass. He attentively ran his tongue around the rim and pressed gently at its entrance. Your ass clinched tight as you slammed your pussy into Jim’s mouth. Under Rod’s expert tongue treatment, your ass began to relax and his tongue began a gentle probing that, combined with Jim’s moving tongue in your pussy, brought you to the brink of climax. Jim applied a slight pressure gently lifting your thighs and said, “Time to move on.” You slithered down his body until his erect cock stood at the mouth of your steaming pussy. You reached down and placed the purple crown just inside the lips of that paragon of sexual pleasure. At the same time, Rod placed the head of his long thin cock hard against the entrance to your tight butt-hole. You slowly lowered your pelvis onto Jim’s massive organ as Rod began the slow penetration of your up thrust tight ass. You felt as if you were being split apart the exquisite pain imparted by the two cock was almost unbearable. Your whole body trembled as the two hard members slowly invaded your deepest depths. As Rod began a slow withdrawal of his impossibly long cock, (you could not believe you had taken so much cock at one time); you started to lift from Jim’s thick member. Suddenly, without warning, when his cock was about half way out of your ass, Rod drove it back into your depths with almost savage force. You thrust your pussy with similar violence onto Jim’s iron hard cock and exploded in climax. Your body trembled uncontrollably; you wept tears of pain and pleasure. You had never been so (quite literally) fulfilled. Before the contractions of your climax had even begun to subside, Rod began fucking in earnest. Driving his long member into your ass without pause, he pounded away. With each stroke he forced your inflamed pussy hard onto Jim’s monster cock. Waves of painful pleasure started to roll over you. Your stomach muscles tightened. Sweat ran from every pore. Your body trembled uncontrollably. You felt the waves of organism begin to roll over you. Suddenly, both Rod and Jim wrapped their arms around your body and rolled completely over. You now lay on your back atop Rod, sandwiched between them – their cocks still buried deep in the recesses of your ass and pussy. With Jim now in the dominant position he began to fuck your pussy with the same fervor Rod had applied to your ass only a few moments before. He drove his meat as fast and as far into your body as your pelvis would allow. Fucking fast and hard while driving your ass onto Rod’s long cock. Your organism was multiple and continuous. You wept. You moaned and every fiber of your being trembled. You begged for surcease, but to no avail. Just before your body gave up all control, you collapsed and were unable to move, you felt the double explosion as both of them erupted within seconds of each other, Rod’s cum spilled deep in your ass and Jim’s deep in your pussy. You were still in somewhat of a dazed state when the two men helped you into your large walk-in shower. There they gently bathed you with tongues and a soft sponge. They gently probed pussy and ass with tongues and softly kissed and licked the tender nipples of your breasts. Jim removed a small jar from his ditty bag and poured a thick oil into his hand and an equal amount into Rod’s. They began to massage your tender lips, nipples and breasts. Jim gently massaged the lips of your pussy and clit, while Rod tenderly fingered you sore, burning anus. The relief you felt was immediate. The pain was replaced with a warm tingling sensation that in itself was almost erotic. In a matter of minutes you were almost totally refreshed and pain free. “What the hell is that stuff?” you asked. “Just a mixture a friend in China has made by some Tibetan Monks – it’s a pretty well kept secret. It takes about twenty years to make and they only make a small batch each year. This jar is about half of what they release every year.” Authors note: This is a work in progress. I hope to add more soon. Let me know if you like it. The Sailors Ch. 02 You leaned on the two men as they led you slowly back to the bed. Collapsing onto the bed, you sighed “God! That was fantastic, I would like to do it again sometime, but not now, I just want to sleep.” Jim smiled and said he was looking forward to it. However, he had a plane to catch in an hour and had to get to the airport. “Can you run me over, Rod? “ he asked. Rod replied he had come over on his racing bike, which was not equipped with a buddy seat. You interrupted their conversation and told Rod to use your car. The keys were on the entry table along with your house key. He could just replace them and lock up when he returned from the airport. With tender kisses to your lips and face the two men left the room, after turning off the lights. The only light in the room was coming thru a window from the full moon. You had barely heard your front door close and the roar of the powerful engine in your car when you fell into a deep sleep. You did not know how long you had been sleeping when the dreams began. At first it was only a faint erotic feather touch to the tender lips of your vagina, tracing a gentle path around both sides of your vagina. You involuntarily spread your legs to this most pleasant sensation and moaned softly as the feathery touch continued. The heat in your pussy intensified and your desire for a more solid contact grew. As if in answer to your dreamy direction you could feel the probing of what felt like a hot tongue now tracing the path of the feather and, going further, teasingly probed just inside the lips of you swollen and now wet cunt. Not wanting to interrupt your dream lover you feared making a sudden move and let your legs slowly spread wider to accept the deeper insertion of the magic tongue, which was now caressing you erect leaking clit. The tongue slipped out of your sweet pussy and began to trace a wet path up over your lower belly. Pausing briefly to probe the opening of your navel it continued to your nipples, gently rotating alternately around each swollen erect bud. The sensation of pleasure was so intense and you were so close to organism, you did not notice the hands lifting your buttocks, until the long thin cock had parted the lips of your pussy and was sliding slowly into it=s depths. As you gasped in sudden awareness, Rod plunged his tongue into your open mouth and at the same time buried his long cock up to his balls in your steaming cunt. With only a few powerful thrusts he brought you to a shuddering climax in which your vagina convulsed uncontrollably around his meat. You moaned and wrapped your long legs around his torso. You thrust your pelvis hard into his, in an attempt to impale your quivering pussy even further on the still rock hard shaft of pleasure. After some long moments your trembling subsided and, without a word, you gently pushed him from you and onto his back. You kissed him passionately and probed his mouth with your tongue. As you abandoned his mouth, you let your tongue trace it’s wet path to his nipples where you sucked and nibbled until they were as erect and as hard as yours had been only moments before. You let your fingernails scrape lightly over his chest and belly, followed by the talent of your tongue. Rod had begun to tremble as you continued to apply your considerable skills of seduction. He placed his hand upon your head in an attempt to move your mouth to his throbbing cock. You resisted his effort and instead grasped the long shaft in your hand and transferred attention of your hot mouth to his scrotum. As you stroked his cock, you captured his balls in your mouth and sucked them each individually until they had withdrawn tightly into his scrotum and you could encase both at the same time, sucking them while letting the tip of your tongue tease his tightly clinched anus. When you knew his control was wavering and he was aching for release, you took the crown of his cock in your mouth and teased it with your hot tongue. Rod spread your legs over his face and plunged his tongue into your still leaking pussy as you lowered your head to capture as much of his long cock in your throat as possible. With a long finger in your ass, his thumb in your pussy and expertly sucking your clit, Rod was quickly bringing you to climax. Determined to not be out done, you moved your head fiercely up and down, letting your teeth scrape along his shaft as it slid in and out of your throat. Pausing only to catch your breath and twirl your tongue around the crown of his cock. You felt a powerful organism building and sensed that Rod was also close. You plunged a finger as deeply as you could into Rod’s tight ass and drove your mouth down on his throbbing cock letting your throat convulse around the stiff shaft. At the same time you thrust your pelvis into his face, where your pussy spread to accept his jutting chin and block his nostrils. His cock erupted powerfully, the seed spilling deep into your awaiting throat. Your pussy overflowed as you convulsed and ground your hot opening hard against his face. When he could no longer hold his breath, Rod lifted you slightly and began to lick the sweet juices from your pussy and the insides of your legs. You slowly lifted your head and let his, now, shrinking member slide from the depths of your throat until only the crown rested inside your mouth. You gently sucked and caressed it with your tongue until you had captured the last of his ejaculation. You were lying in each others arms when he said, “Damm, you are fantastic, you have got to meet my girlfriend,” “Girlfriend!” You exclaimed, “I don’t fuck women.” “Wait a second” he interrupted,”Ashe likes to watch, I think you might enjoy the experience and you could watch us too if you like - what do you think?” “Now, that may be fun.” you replied. and agreed to meet the two of them the next evening at your favorite restaurant. After Rod had left, you fell asleep, wondering what you had gotten yourself into. You arrived early at the restaurant and took a table where you could observe the entrance. Rod arrived promptly at 8 PM as agreed. His girlfriend did not appear to be with him. You waved to him and he started toward your table. It was not until he was nearly there when you noticed someone following him. She was a small, almost tiny, childlike, creature. A closer look revealed an exquisite, auburn haired and perfectly proportioned woman. The mid-thigh skirt revealed her beautiful legs, long for her short stature. The thin blouse did little to obscure the erect nipples of her small breasts - it was apparent she wore no bra. Rod introduced her, saying “Sarah this is my friend Jeanne.” He told you she was a gymnastic instructor at a private school and also an exotic dancer at an exclusive club. “I’m so glad to meet you,” she said, extending her small hand. “You=re even more beautiful than Rod said you were.” The golden flakes in her beautiful green eyes flashed with mischief as she continued, “I’m sure we’ll be good friends.” Taking her small hand, you could not help noticing her long tapered fingers with their perfectly manicured nails. Her touch was electric and as she returned your handshake, you could detect an underlying strength in her that was belied by her small frame. Rod ordered drinks. He and the girl seated themselves on either side of you. Jeanne took you hand, leaned close and launched into a bubbly dissertation about her excitement over the prospect of having you watch their lovemaking. “I get hot thinking about a beautiful woman watching me suck Rod’s long cock, I can swallow the whole thing you know. Don’t you think he’s got the longest cock you’ve ever seen?” Without waiting for a reply, she bubbled on. “He and Jim are the best, I can’t wait until I can get together with the two of them again. They both give the best head; it’s impossible to decide between Jim’s monster meat and Rod’s long cock, so I have to have them both. The one I’m getting at the time is the best. Unless I’m getting them both at the same time – that’s the very best. I’ll bet you feel the same way. I hope you will let me watch Rod slide that long shaft of his into your pussy and ass; I want to see him bury his balls against your chin. I want to see you lick cum from his spurting cock. I want to see him eat your pussy, suck those gorgeous tits and fuck you senseless.” The girl was breathless as she reached beneath the table, obviously rubbing her pussy, and said, “God I’m so dammed hot and wet, I want to fuck now. Can we leave after we finish our drinks?” Although you were somewhat surprised at the excited girl=s candor, you felt a little the same way after hearing her description. Your pants were also a little damp. Rod turned toward you and brought his lips to yours. His long tongue slipped easily into your mouth, his hand stroked your inner thigh and the tips of his fingers lightly brushed the lips of your now leaking pussy. “What do you think?” He asked. “Let’s get the hell out of here.” you hoarsely responded. Upon entering your house, Jeanne seemed to take charge. In the bedroom she took your hand and asked, Do you mind if I fuck him first, I’m so dammed hot?” When you replied that it was O.K. with you, she quickly kissed your full lips, letting her sharp tongue slide between them so quickly you could not protest - in fact it was not an unpleasant experience. The taste of her was exotic. “I want you naked” Jeanne said, “I want to see you masturbate while you watch Rod fuck me.” With those words she began to unbutton your blouse pushing it back over your shoulders and reaching around you to unfasten your bra. Because of her small size, this gesture became an embrace and you could feel her hard nipples against your chest below your own hardening nipples. Dropping your bra between the two of you, Jeanne let her slim fingers trace a path around your dark aureoles and down your body to the belt of your skirt. “I think you have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen.” She said and suddenly took a hard nipple in her hot mouth, her sharp teeth lightly scraping over the pebbly surface. Again, before you could protest, she abandoned that delight and began to remove your skirt. Hooking her thumbs in the waistline of your skirt and panties, she knelt before your and tugged them down over your shapely legs. As you stepped from the clothing, Jeanne’s face was only inches from you wet pussy and you knew she could not help noticing the wetness beginning to trickle down your legs. Standing, she let her hand cover your pubic mound and darted a finger quickly inside. Just as quickly, the finger was removed and placed seductively in her mouth. Smiling at you she said, “You taste as good as you look.” You had never had such contact with another woman and had thought you would be repulsed by the intimate touch of another female. This waiflike creature had, in only a few moments, actually “turned you on”. There was nothing but erotica in the way she looked, touched and acted; and, as she removed her flimsy blouse and dropped her short skirt to the floor, you felt an odd stirring of unrecognized desire you had not experienced before. The beautiful creature, childlike in appearance, standing naked before you was obviously anything but a child. Her small breasts were in perfect proportion to the rest of her body. The aureoles stood like small mountain peaks, topped by long nipples, now hard with desire. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and retained only a trace of the dark red bush that confirmed the natural color of her hair. Looking into your eyes, she ran her tongue over her full pouting lips and, smiling seductively, dropped her hands to her pussy. Placing a hand on each side of her opening, she spread the lips of her labia wide, displaying a clit that looked like a small cock. It was fully two inches long. With sparkling eyes and a mischievous grin, to Rod she said, “eat me first, fuck me and eat me some more.” During the interplay and disrobing that occurred between you and Jeanne, Rod had discarded his own clothing and lay naked on the bed. His long stiff cock stood proudly in the air. Rod sat up as Jeanne sprang from a standing position to alight on the bed with her legs apart and her rounded pert ass in Rod’s face. Straight legged, she bent from the waist and placed her hands flat on the firm bed. As you moved a chair close, Rod spread the golden globes of the girls beautiful ass cheeks and ran his tongue from the sweet juices coursing their path down her legs to the opening of her pussy, with its long protruding clit. He then plunged his tongue into the dark ring of her anus before releasing her. In a smooth flow of movement Jeanne did a flawless handstand and, spreading her legs in the air, wrapped them around Rod’s neck and thrust her steaming pussy against his mouth. She moaned softly as his hot mouth captured her stiff clit and began sucking. The supple girl then lowered her head and with a flick of her tongue licked the pre-cum from Rod’s erect member before sucking it into her mouth. With vertical push-ups the talented creature proceeded to raise and lower her whole body, letting the long cock slide in and out of her throat. Rod never let his hot tongue lose contact with the juicy morsel to which he had become attached. After a, seemingly impossible, number of her erotic push-ups, Jeanne began to tremble and locked her legs tightly around Rod’s head pulling his face even more tightly into her pussy. Holding him thus, she let her organism sweep over her as she moaned around the long cock buried in her throat. As the tremors of her climax subsided, she released the leg hold on Rod’s head and returned to a supine position without releasing Rod’s cock from her hot mouth. She slowly withdrew her mouth from the long shaft while continuing to maintain a tight vacuum around the hard organ. As the crown of his cock “popped” from between the beautiful full lips, she smiled, lay back on the bed and said, “Now, fuck my brains out Daddy.” With both hands, Rod lifted the firm rounded cheeks of Jeanne’s beautiful sweet ass until his long hard cock rested at the entrance to her seething wet tunnel. As he did so Jeanne grasped his cock and guided it into her depths. She lay back on the bed and, through sultry eyes, looked at you. She smiled and ran her pink tongue over her pouting red lips, as she watched your fingers lightly caressing your erect clit. You became even more aroused as you watched Rod’s long cock glide slowly into the deepest depths of the fortunate girl. You could almost feel her tremors as he withdrew with agonizing slowness, only to again repeat the delicious process. By now you had two fingers buried in you own cunt and was pumping them in and out of your hot cavity in a rhythm matching Rod’s fucking of Jeanne. Without notice, Rod suddenly began to pound his cock into the girl at a more vigorous pace. He was met by Jeanne’s guttural moans of passion and pleasure as she thrust her cunt into his pelvis and climaxed around the long cock upon which she was impaled. Her juices flowed in copious amounts from her throbbing pussy down around Rod’s tight scrotum, over her perineum and tightly clinched anus. Rod extended his hand to you and motioned you to join him on the bed. You readily complied and, on your knees, rained passionate kisses on his lips and face. Gently he pushed your head toward the bed and, withdrawing his hard cock from Jeanne’s flowing cunt said, “Taste her pussy.” You were so aroused that, with no thought beyond getting his magnificent cock in your mouth, you wrapped your full lips around the prized member and sucked it deep into your mouth. Your first sensation was one of taste. The taste was erotic and delicious at the same time. You suddenly realized that it was not Rod’s cum you were tasting; but, in fact, it was Jeanne’s sweet juices - Rod had yet to cum. It was a startling, but exciting, revelation and one you intended to capitalize on. With you newly acquired knowledge, you sat about to give Rod the blowjob of his life and dropped your head to his crotch taking the full length of his long cock into your throat. In only a moment, Rod grasped your hair, held your head and began to pump his long shaft in and out of your convulsing throat. The sensation was so intense you hardly noticed your legs being spread by Jeanne’s small strong hands until she had captured your throbbing clit in her hot mouth. With your flowing clit firmly held in her mouth and her tongue flicking over it, Jeanne tented the slender fingers of her small hand and began to insert them into your vaginal passage. Further and further into your depths her hand moved until most of her forearm was encased in your hot pussy. The girl began a slow fist fucking of your hot tunnel while continuing to suck juices from your throbbing clit. The sensation of pleasure and pain was such, you almost forgot Rod’s long cock buried in your throat. As you shuddered and moaned under the multiple assault, Rod withdrew from your throat and moved to your lower body, joining Jeanne. There he moved you to your side. Jeanne’s mouth and hand continued to command the attention of your throbbing pussy. Rod moved his head between your legs, spread the cheeks of your buttocks and plunged his long tongue into the depths of you ass, you gasped and thrust your pelvis against Jeanne’s mouth and forearm. You felt the movement of being repositioned and opened your eyes to find Jeanne’s almost hairless pussy only inches from your face. You spread the pouting purple lips and gazed upon her magnificent clit. You could not resist the temptation offered. You took the long erect organ into your mouth and sucked gently. As the girls juices begin to flow into your mouth, you heard her groans of pleasure coming from the area of your own pussy and at the same time felt Rod=s slender fingers slipping into your ass, preparing it for his long cock’s assault on your dark passage. You became somewhat dizzy as the long cock stroked in and out of your ass with tantalizing slowness, while at the same time the girls slim wrist and forearm slid in and out of your flowing cunt with your juices being devoured by the lovely creature sucking your throbbing clit. Your body began to shudder uncontrollably as your organism built to a climax of intensity you had never before experienced. As you erupted in a violent organism, you felt Rod’s hot seed spurting deep into your ass - you blacked out. Still trembling from the experience, you opened your eyes to see Jeanne licking cum from Rod’s shrinking member. Taking his cock fully into her mouth, she extended her tongue to capture the juices around his scrotum. She slowly withdrew her mouth from Rod’s flaccid cock and, with a hot smoldering look, moved her mouth to yours. Her hot tongue probed inside your mouth. You sucked it and offered her your own. The girl eagerly sucked your tongue into her mouth and teased it with her own. Lifting her mouth from yours, she looked deeply into your eyes and said, “you’re so god-dammed beautiful. I’ve got to fuck you.” With those words she began to kiss your face, and your eyes. She ran her hot tongue around your chin and up your neck to gently probe your ear. While massaging your taunt breasts, she rotated your nipples between thumb and forefinger and traced fingernail patterns over your body. Her hot tongue and touch seemed to be everywhere on your body at the same time. Your breathing became heavy as the talented girl sucked your nipples to a hardness you did not know was possible. Her hand glided over your lower belly and came to rest on your labia. With a firm rotating motion she massaged your throbbing clit through the folds of your pussy. You automatically lifted you hips to intensify her touch. The Sailor's Wife She lay on the sands of Alameda sunning herself, her back to the behemoth of the Naval Air Station, attempting to ignore its overwhelming presence in her life in that late summer of 1972. Perspiration glistened on her twenty-five year young body, and a sip of beer refreshed her as it slid coolly down her throat. Stephanie tried to think about something, anything other than the loneliness and frustration of the separation from her husband. He adored her and would eagerly do anything for her. But how could he give her what she needed when he was at sea? The immense aircraft carrier wouldn't be back from practice runs for another week. She'd be there, waiting on the huge docks as the gray warrior slowly approached the pier. Glenn would be peering from the flight deck, attempting to catch a glimpse of her, and a half-hour later he'd come flying down the gangplank. They'd go to the apartment halfway up the Oakland hills, walk down to the Baskin-Robbins for a hot fudge sun­dae, and perhaps make love that night. Stephanie had plenty of practice being a sailor's wife. Two years at Mare Island began to teach patience when he didn't come home every fourth night, standing guard over school buildings and barracks that no one would ever bother to attack. During the first VietNamese cruise she'd gone back to the Midwest to live with her mother, a frustrating experience during which she realized, for the first time, that she was a girl no longer, but a woman with mature needs and desires. During Glenn's second cruise she stayed out in California, living in an old apartment building near Lake Merritt next to another wife. Lenore was fun, and they'd assuaged the temptations of being alone by constantly checking up on each other. But then her friend's husband was discharged, and Stephanie lost her girlfriend, confidant and chaperone. Now Stephanie lived in a much more modern place, but the lack of company was driving her nuts. She looked around the beach in hopes of finding a diversion. Women like her sunning themselves. Were they also waiting for their husbands to return from the sea? A volleyball game played by bronzed youths. A frisbee landing in the tiny waves of the Bay retrieved by a Labrador. A solitary youth in cut-offs, patrolling the beach, long brown hair tumbling down his back. Would Glenn look good in long hair? Even if the Navy would allow him to go unshorn, would he let it grow to please her? The man, or was he a boy, checked her out and then moved on down the beach. She didn't mind, the ritual was part of the beach scene, and she knew the yellow bikini showed off her best feature, long legs on a five foot ten frame. She had full breasts, not too large, and some men's glances lingered there, pondering the flesh beneath the bra. Most men never got up as far as the face framed by long brunette hair, a little stringy, with a long and pointed nose that she hated. If they bothered to talk to her, most of the time she just flashed her ring finger at them, and they'd move on. Damn, the next year was going to be hard. Glenn would be back for a few weeks, but then he'd be gone again for nine months as the ship voyaged 7,000 miles across the Pacific to launch bomb-laden airplanes over the jungles of Southeast Asia. Would this war ever be over? But soon after the deployment, Glenn's term of service would be finished. After four and a half years, she could hold out another seventeen months, couldn't she? The guy in cut-offs, now a hundred yards away, turned and started back. She enjoyed his trim silhouette against the glint of sunlight. He was really young, she could tell now. Stephanie remembered how Glenn treated her when they had first started making love in the summer after she graduated. When they got the chance, they did it over and over again, sometimes three or four times in a single hour. She didn't have the experience to appreciate the attention then. Now, it was all changed. Didn't they say that a woman's sexual peak was in her mid-twenties? Just because her husband wasn't around didn't mean she didn't have desires. Quite the opposite, in fact. She recalled with shame how just last month she had sampled illicit relief. What had she been thinking? A Friday night, and isolation had driven her to a bar a few blocks away. A good-looking guy bought her a second rum and coke, and then a third. Dancing to the beat of the jukebox, he tried to hold her intimately. She knew she had, unintentionally she was sure, given him some hope. After the fourth drink, she told him she had to go home, and when he insisted on driving her, she didn't resist very hard. She let him kiss her in the car, and then she took his hand and led him up the stairs to the apartment. Somehow, she was a little surprised when she was naked and lying on her back, the first time she'd been with a man other than Glenn. She wasn't even sure she had an orgasm, but that wasn't extraordinary. Most of the time with Glenn she didn't come either. After the guy drank a beer, he escaped into the night, clutching her phone number, but of course he never called. Just as well, she lamented. For a few days, she tried to tell herself that she was drunk, that she'd been raped, but she knew it was a lie. She'd had, deep inside her that night, a need to get laid, and she'd walked to the bar subconsciously wishing for it. In the following days, remorse made her ill. For the first time in months she fled to the confessional, promising the hidden priest she wouldn't ever do it again, and returning the next day for Mass. She dreaded her husband's return, sure that with one glance he'd detect her adultery. In the end, she'd been able to act naturally, showering him with consideration, baking his favorite cake, letting him choose the movie, and even giving him the unusual treat of a blowjob. Still, she remembered the sensation of the other man's attentions, how he kissed her, undressed her, gently laid her on the bed, fondled her breasts, and then covered her with himself, thrusting his member into the dark gully of her sex. In some indiscernible way his lovemaking had been different. Perhaps it was that his tool was a novel size, or that there were exotic scents, or that his movements inside her touched unexplored regions. When he spurted, she remembered pushing her groin firmly against his, wanting to secure all of his juice deep in her innards, almost as an animal instinct. Lying here on the beach, she was certain that the reminiscence of the strange body on top and inside of her was causing her to blush. She wanted to put her hands between her legs, to bring herself off as she often did in her bed at night, to pretend he was still fucking her. Suddenly she heard a voice say "Hi," shocking her out of daydream. It was the good looking kid, returning from his inspection of the seashore. Damn, he probably caught her staring at him. "Hi yourself," she smiled, and he sat down in the warm sand beside her. "My name's Chuck." "Stephanie. My friends call me Steph." His pick up lines were naïve, and she figured he was a senior in High School. She decided not to blow him off, to let him stay. Just someone to talk to. He watched her as she raised the beer to her lips and took a long swallow. "That looks good." "It is," she responded. She got the last two bottles of Olympia out of the cooler, pried the caps off, and handed one to him. She could tell from his tentative manner of swigging the beer that he wasn't used to drinking, at least not in public. Despite his youth, he was likeable, and Stephanie appreciated the company. He really was handsome, and the firmness of his young body aroused her. The John Lennon glasses were pretty sexy, too. If he were a few years older, and she was single, what would happen, she wondered? Chuck guzzled his beer while Steph sipped hers. By the time she was done, the late afternoon wind through the Golden Gate was beginning to chill the sweat on their bodies. It was time to leave, but the idea of another lonely night spent by herself depressed her. "Want another beer?" she asked. "Sure." "We'll have to go to my place. It's about five miles away. Do you mind?" Nothing was going to happen, she was sure. He was just going to be company. "Okay. I've got nothing going." Chuck gathered the beach towel, cooler, and romance paperback while Steph slipped into her cover-up. On the way to the car, Chuck picked up a T-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes. Stephanie unlocked the red VW bug, got behind the wheel, and leaned over to let Chuck into the passenger seat. She realized, too late, that he had gotten a pretty good view down her bra. The idea that he might have even seen a nipple sort of thrilled her. Oh, well, no harm done. A U turn, and they were soon passing through the Webster Tunnels and up into the McArthur district. "How old are you, Chuck?" she asked. "Nineteen," he responded without hesitation. Six years younger than she, and at their ages, six years was a lifetime. She wondered if it was true, if he was even younger. "Still in High School?" she challenged. "No, graduated in June. I'm going to the College of Alameda now." "Still living at home?" "Yeah, I'm trying to get the bread to move out. I've got a part time job at an auto store, and some guys are talking about getting into an apartment together. And I'm trying to buy a car, too." East on Lincoln and a sharp turn onto a residential street lined with two story apartments. Stephanie pulled into a carport, led the young man up the outside stairs, and opened the door. "Listen, get us a beer out of the fridge. I'm gonna put some clothes on, okay?" She went into the bedroom, stripped off the swimsuit and donned panties, shorts, and a sweatshirt. When she returned to the living room, she found Chuck sitting on the couch sipping beer, she sat down beside him, not too close. "This is great. Listen, do you have an old man or anything?" The wedding photographs were hanging on the wall, and a pair of Glenn's shoes were still underneath the end table. "Yeah, he's in the Navy, on a ship." "Is he in 'Nam?" "He will be soon." "Bummer." Steph changed the subject, asking Chuck about his job. He did oil changes and tires mostly, she thought about how he was similar to Glenn. A little self-centered, but slightly shy, too. She decided she liked him. The evening breeze swept through the open window, and Stephanie realized she was chilly. She felt gritty with the remnants of the sand and salt water on her body. "Listen, I'm going to take a bath," she said. "Is that okay?" "Sure." She left him with instructions to help himself to another beer if he wanted, entered the bathroom, and filled the tub with water as hot as she could stand it. She relaxed and let her thoughts stray again to the other guy, three weeks before. Now that she was in private, she let her fingers wander through her pubic hair and play with her clitoris. When her breathing grew shallower and quicker, she knew that instead of her finger, she wanted - she needed - a man to fill her. Wouldn't it be nice if the California Adonis in her living room would storm in to take her? A knock came on the door, disturbing her fantasy, echoing abruptly in the confined room. "Yes?" "Are you okay?" Well, talk about timing. "Do you need anything?" "The rest of my beer would be nice. I left it on the coffee table." "I'll get it for you." "Okay." The footsteps padded away. She thought about his solid thighs and gorgeous hair. His young ass would be really firm, wouldn't it? Dare she consider actually doing it? Why not? So what, no one would ever know. He didn't come knocking on the door just to see how she was; he wanted to find out if she'd let him into the bathroom, and into her bed. What about her husband? Right now, she didn't care; she could hide it from him. A few seconds later the door cracked open, "I'll just leave it on the floor, okay?" The moment of truth. Was she really going to let this happen? What if she was imagining things, if he really was just trying to be a nice guy? She reached for a towel, and used it to cover herself. "No, bring it in, would you? It's okay." He entered the steamy bathroom and his glasses fogged. He took them off and stumbled over to the tub. Stephanie was sure he really couldn't see much of anything. She stretched her arm out and caught his leg, letting him know where she was, and accepted the offered bottle. "Thanks. You don't have to leave, if you don't want to. Stay and talk," she invited. Chuck sat on the toilet lid at her feet, grabbed a tissue, and began to wipe the glasses. "Do you have a girlfriend?" "No, had one, but she went into the Haight with a guy she met a couple weeks ago." "How long were you dating?" "Since we were sophomores. She's the only girl I ever loved." "You miss her?" "Yeah. But she was getting to be a drag, anyway," he said, shrinking from his ache. "It's time for me to move on." Steph relaxed. "Did you ever make love with her, Chuck?" "Yeah, we got it on. But it's hard sometimes, finding a place to do it. We both have brothers and sisters, so that was out. Mainly it was on the beach under some bushes, and this summer we told our folks some lies and got a motel for the night. That was great." "I'll bet. I remember the first night my husband and I did that." Steph could feel Chuck's eyes examining her, trying to discover the breasts under the towel. He wanted her, she could sense, and God knew he was making her hornier by the minute. "Why don't you join me in here?" she offered. "Yeah. Sure." The inflection was tenuous, as if he didn't believe this was happening. For a few seconds he hesitated, and then he turned his back to her, pulled the T-shirt over his head, unzipped his fly, and flung the shorts and underpants into the corner. She scooted up, making room for him, uncovering herself in the process, and as he climbed into the water and sat cross-legged facing her, she inspected him. His manliness, fully erect of course and standing straight from his body, was easily as large as her husband and larger, she thought, than the guy a month ago. Their bodies touched for the first time at the knees. It was sort of funny, the way he was trying to look at the ceiling, at the wall, anything but her. "You okay?" she asked. "Yeah, I will be in a second. It's just a little strange, that's all." He turned toward her, and gazed first at the breasts, taking in the suntan lines and dark brown aureoles, and then further down, attempting to discern the dark brown pubic hairs distorted by the ripples, and the pinkness they hid. "Enjoying it?" she whispered. "You're beautiful." "I'll bet you say that to all the girls." Stephanie leaned forward, scooped water in her hand, and poured it onto his shoulder. "Feels good, huh?" "Yeah." She put her hand on his neck, caressing it. She figured he'd grab her, kiss her, do something, but he just sat there, looking at her, not knowing what she expected of him. She tried to guide him closer. "You know, they do this all the time in Japan," she said. "They actually wash each other. Would you like me to wash you?" "Yeah, that'd be really great." Steph took the bar of soap and began to lather first his shoulders, then his arms, and hairless chest. Under the water, she rubbed his legs and then moved her hands to his sack and rod. Letting the soap drop to the bottom, she massaged his tool, enjoying the softness of the skin and playing with the circumcised head. Chuck leaned back, closed his eyes, and let Steph pleasure him. But, of course, he wasn't about to let it stay at that. His hands grabbed at her, his palms were full of her breasts, and she leaned towards him for their first kiss. She desired no further foreplay, she was ready to culminate their budding relationship, and she tried to pull herself into a kneeling pose. He understood her intentions, leaned back and let her position herself. But the tub was just too narrow, and when she attempted to drive his sex into her she slipped, their wet bodies lurched apart. She stood, grabbed at him and cried, "Come on." Without drying herself, she ran to the bedroom and flung herself onto the bedspread, spreading her legs wide, waiting for his arrival. He was on top of her in a flash. Reaching between them she positioned his cock at her opening, relishing the passion as he slid into her. She was wild for it, gluttonous, and as he thrust in and out of her, she used her legs to push her vagina up, meeting his plunges with pushes of her own. She grabbed his ass, imploring him to go deeper and deeper, and the pressure of his chest on her breasts enticed her to pleasure. She was close, on the verge, just a moment from release when she felt him go rigid, stopping, and she knew he was exploding. She just needed a little more, and she pleaded, "Keep going, keep going!" but by the time he absorbed the message into his orgasm-fogged brain, it was too late. She was off the edge. 'Damn, double damn,' she thought as he collapsed in a heap on top of her. For seconds he lay there, recovering from his exertion, and then he tried to kiss her. "Honey, screw me some more. Make me come, too." Once again his now semi-rigid tool began to slip in and out of her wet tunnel, and she used both her hands and her commands to move him. "Faster, over to the side. Now, straight in, hard!" But the more she implored, the less satisfaction she obtained. Soon his used cock slipped from inside of her, and even though he tried to push it back in, she knew he couldn't do it. She rolled him off her, grabbed some tissues from the box, and wiped herself clean of his sperm, then wiped her juice off his limpness. He was on his back now, an arm covering his face, and she took a minute to admire his beauty. Relinquishing the desire to quench the fire in her private parts, she took the opportunity to cuddle up to his side and stroke his smooth chest. Kissing him, she asked, "Was it good?" "Fantastic! Man, you made me feel so hot. Did you like it? Was I good?" "You were fine," she fibbed. She kissed him again, this time deeply, hoping to assuage his tender emotions. He responded by playing with her breast, pinching the nipple. The tingle of excitement returned, stronger, and Steph welcomed it. Soon he pushed his face down to suck on her nipple. He was a little rough, which was just fine. "Harder," she implored. He bit her, causing a flash of pain that flared into her loins, drawing a gasp from her. "Not that hard." He continued to suck, to probe, to pinch. Stephanie let her hand slide between her legs. She'd never masturbated with a man before, but she badly needed to come, and she was willing to do anything for it. With her index finger, she began a circling motion directly on her clitoris. Concentrating first on the pressure she was placing on her hot spot, and then on the sucking and pinching Chuck was applying to her nipples, she soon returned to a state of sexual agitation. Chuck injected a digit and began moving it inside her inflamed pussy. For minutes she aroused herself with help from the boy beside her, and finally, flashes of amber began to permeate her cerebellum. Not the lightning of a full come, but mini-orgasms lasting only a few seconds, then receding from the precipice. In her frenzy, she placed a hand on his leg and was overwhelmed to discover another erection. Maybe a young stud was what she needed to match her insatiable desire. She pushed the cub on his back and straddled him. She grabbed his cock and furiously sank down onto it, burying the tool inside of her as high as it could possibly go. Taking one of his hands and placing it on her breasts, she exclaimed, "Don't stop." While she ground herself against him, her other hand continued to excite her exposed clit. She moved her hips to her own secret rhythm, pleasing herself, using his body purely for her own desires. At long last waves of pleasure broke over her, followed by eddies of calm that only served as preparation for the next tremendous whitecap.