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  Next I asked him if I could kiss it. He didn’t have a problem with that, so I bent over and lightly kissed the head of his dick. Then I got a little bold and started to suck on it. We were soon interrupted, but Phil said I did very well for my first time.

  Joe and I never got that involved, but we easily could have. All men love back rubs, and Joe is no exception. It was a hot night, and we used hot water to clean up, so Joe had taken off his white coat and shirt, leaving him in his pants and undershirt, with a red apron over that. I was feeling restless and brave, so I got behind him and started rubbing his back, gradually working my way down to his pants. He didn’t mind. What man can resist a cute young blonde rubbing him?

  One day, when I was doing this again, he turned around. After getting over my initial shock, I started rubbing his chest. Needless to say, after we finished rubbing each other we both needed a cold shower.

  Doug and I love to “accidentally” rub up against each other in passing. We do it quite a lot. Our most recent adventure was when I tried to get him off in the cooler. We started by talking dirty to each other. He finally came over to me and grabbed himself a handful of tit. I had no objections. Then he pressed his rock-hard dick against my lovely ass. He whispered, “Let’s fuck.”

  “Sorry,” I whispered back, “You don’t swim in the red sea.”

  “I might tonight,” he panted.

  When lust takes over, you really don’t care where you are. We didn’t. With one hand on my tit, he used the other to set his stiff rod free. Out it popped. I started to use my hands the way Phil had shown me only a few months before. We were standing by the door, and we kept looking out the window for customers. Before I knew it, he was sucking on my left tit. I could tell he had done this before.

  We moved further into the cooler and I started to work my magic on him. I gave him damn good head—Phil was a very good teacher. I took his shaft in my mouth and began to suck on it as if it was a bottle. Suck, suck, slurp, slurp, suck. I love to tease my grocery guys by running the tip of my tongue up and down the veins on the underside of their pricks. They love it, too.

  Kevin and I haven’t really done anything except a little kissing while on cooler duty. He was good, and I can’t wait to see what other surprises this shy young man has in store for me.

  One more Phil story. We were both very horny one morning. The store wasn’t very busy, so we went into the cooler. Phil made a chair for me out of a box of hams, and his dick came out of his pants headed straight for my mouth. My skills have improved so much that I don’t have to use my hands anymore, so in went his dick. Suck, suck, slurp, slurp.

  My motto is, slow and steady wins the race, but sometimes a man wants fast and furious. Happily, I can do both, and well.

  What a gentleman he was. After he got off, he helped me out. Phil has magic fingers. He knows right where my swollen clit is and he plays it like a fiddle. After a few minutes, and a few orgasms for myself, we cleaned up our mess and proceeded to have a pretty good day at work.

  Phil was my first and my favorite. I owe him a lot for showing me what men like. The next time you’re in your local grocery store, wink at the guys who work there and see if any of them blush.

  —Name and address withheld

  The Water Was Fine

  It happened on one of those really hot August nights. My husband, George, and I both moved restlessly, unable to sleep, the sheets twisting damply around us. I turned my pillow over, hoping that the underside would be cooler. But it wasn’t.

  “I’ve got an idea,” George finally said. “It’s too hot to sleep. I’m going outside to turn on the sprinkler. Wanna go play?”

  The idea sounded wonderful, so I quickly agreed. Minutes later we were out in the backyard, scampering through the cool, fine spray, giggling like children to a chorus of crickets. The oversize T-shirt that I had worn to bed was quickly soaking wet, just as George’s pajama bottoms were. Sudden inspiration caused us to shed our wet clothes and run back and forth through the sprinkler naked. The light, cool mist felt marvelous against my skin.

  Arms spread wide, I stood directly in the soft shower, letting the water gather in droplets on my skin. I closed my eyes and tilted my face up to feel the mist against my cheeks. A moment later George moved to stand behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I leaned into him, dropping my hands to my abdomen. When I felt him nuzzle my neck, I turned my head upward to allow him to continue his gentle exploration. I couldn’t have said whether the shiver that ran through my body was caused by the cool water or George’s lips on my neck.

  We stood there for long moments surrounded by the dancing water as he gently nibbled his way down my neck to the curve of my shoulder. With my back pressed tightly against him, I felt the hardness pressing against the cleft of my ass. When I arched my back slightly I felt the exhalation of his moan against my neck. His hands slid slowly upward from my waist to cup and lift my breasts. His thumbs skimmed my nipples, already hard from the cool water. His fingertips traced lazy circles over the smooth roundness of my breasts. I shivered, but remained still under his tantalizing touch.

  There was something so sensual, so erotic, about standing naked in the night with the water washing over me that I gave myself up to the sensations I felt. George must have felt me relax. He moved his hips slightly, rubbing his hot cock against my receptive buttocks. I responded with another arch of my back. His hard cock then slid along the cleavage, hugged by the cheeks of my ass. We moved slowly against each other. At the same unhurried pace, his hand moved down my body.

  George’s fingertips traced a circle around my navel before continuing their downward path. My breath quickened when his fingers encountered, then tangled in the hair at the juncture of my thighs. I gasped when he finally touched the sensitive nub at the top of my slit. He teased my clit lightly, gently rubbing it until I moaned and trembled.

  His fingers delved lightly into the folds of my cunt, moving skillfully through the dampness. He moaned when he encountered the evidence of my arousal. He slid both hands to my hips, gripping me, urging me to arch more deeply. Then, bending his knees slightly, George angled his hips so that his hard cock slid between my pussy lips. I quickly sucked in my breath, then exhaled a soft moan. He continued to glide against me, not entering my pussy. At the height of each thrust, the head of his cock kissed my clit, sending spears of pleasure arching through me. Each thrust brought me another wave closer to my climax, the pressure building inside me almost unbearable. Then, suddenly, I was consumed by my orgasm. I cried out at the first strong pulse. I gasped and shuddered while wave after wave gripped me. When I quieted, he backed away. Then he turned me to face him.

  He kissed me then. The deep, wet, soft kiss quickly sent desire spiraling back through me. He took me by the hand and led me to a lounge chair, where I lay down. I felt wonderful—languid from my orgasm, yet tingling in anticipation of further lovemaking. I closed my eyes and sighed.

  The sound of the sprinkler changed to that of a bottle of soda that had been shaken before opening as George unscrewed the sprinkler head. He came back to me soaked, his hair dripping. Our eyes had long since become accustomed to the light of the half moon, so when I opened my eyes I could see that he was smiling a sexy, masculine grin. I smiled back at him.

  Still holding the hose, he knelt beside the lawn chair. He kissed me again. I reached over to grasp his erection, and he moaned into my mouth. I moved my hand over his silken prick, slowly stroking. He moved his hips in response, fucking my hand. I swallowed his next moan of pleasure with a soulful kiss.

  Drawing a deep breath, George backed away from me. With his free hand he urged my thighs apart, opening and exposing my pussy to the night air. What he did next was wonderfully and completely unexpected. I gasped and nearly jumped out of the chair at the sudden rush of cold water on my cunt. Pausing to direct the stream of water away from me, he eased me back to a reclining position. I tensed, breathing fast and hard, waiting for him to do it again. At the
next surge of cold water, I cried out. Again, he redirected the flow. This time he replaced the stream with his mouth. His lips and tongue were an incredibly warm contrast to the cold water. He nibbled at the lips of my cunt, drawing them into his mouth and sucking on them. His tongue flicked fast against my clit. I raised my hips in a silent plea to George to increase the pressure. But he backed away from me.

  I started to protest, but my complaint changed to a cry of delight when I felt the rushing cold stream on my snatch again. This time George held the nozzle quite close to my pussy for long moments. The cold stream and the pulsing variations of the water pressure drove me wild. I felt as if I were going to come any moment. Then he again stopped. I was panting by then, nearly out of my mind in my desire to reach the final climax of the pleasure raking my body. George waited a moment before continuing, allowing me to gain a measure of control. Again, I luxuriated in the striking contrast of hot and cold as he replaced the water with his mouth and tongue. My clit by then was so sensitive that the mere touch of the tip of his tongue set me off thrashing and moaning. I was on the edge of orgasm when he stopped again.

  One last time, George held the hose so that it nearly touched my cunt, almost fucking me with the jet of water. Then he moved it ever so slightly, so that the water pulsed against my clit. Within moments I was in the grasp of an incredibly intense orgasm that left me weak and shaking in its wake. Long minutes passed before I was aware of the world around me—the croaking cries of crickets, accompanied by the sighing of the wind in the trees. I inhaled George’s scent, a lingering cologne, mixed with the musk of his sweat. I luxuriated in the touch of the gentle breeze on my wet skin.

  George was still kneeling beside me, watching. I smiled at him and slowly rose from the lawn chair. Then l knelt in front of him. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him, filling his mouth with slow thrusts of my tongue. He moaned, and I felt him tremble. I was eager to return the pleasure he had just given me. I urged him to lie back in the cool grass. He relaxed and clasped his hands behind his head, waiting to see what I was going to do for him.

  I picked up the hose from where he had dropped it. I used my thumb to reduce the flow to a needle-fine mist and sprayed it over his body. George leaped, but then forced himself to relax and enjoy it. I began by leaning over him and running my tongue across his lips. He moaned, opening his mouth for me to deepen the kiss. Instead, I lightly licked the corners of his mouth. Then I nibbled on his lower lip, and drew it into my mouth. I kissed his chin, then nibbled and licked my way down under his jaw and along his throat. He groaned and moved restlessly under my touch.

  Continuing downward, I laved his nipple with my tongue. Like mine had been earlier, George’s nipples were already erect and hard and ultrasensitive from the cold spray. He groaned again, instinctively moving his hips in response. I continued to lick and nibble at his nipple as my hand crawled down his body. He sucked in his breath when he felt my fingertips lightly touch him at the base of his cock. Keeping my touch purposely light, I gently teased him with the tips of my fingers. The feather-light touch seemed to inflame George. He cried out and arched his back.

  My mouth left his nipple to follow the path down his body that my fingers had taken. He whispered an ecstatic oath when he felt my tongue delve into the indentation of his navel and swirl around. I continued to eat my way down his body. When my lips reached the base of his prick, I began to softly nibble my way up to the head. I heard him whisper yet another passionate expletive at the pleasure my mouth was giving him. When I reached the head of his prick, I teased the small opening at the tip with swift flicks of my tongue. He thrust his hips upward and urged me to get all of that swelling prick into my salivating mouth.

  I traced around the ridge that ran under the head with my tongue then took a long, catlike lick along the entire shaft. George hissed. I moved between his legs and urged them apart, then began to softly nuzzle his balls with my nose and lips. He cried out when he felt me take them gently into my mouth and softly suckle them. Grasping his cock, I slowly stroked him while my mouth continued its gentle play. His prick was incredibly hard now, like steel wrapped in the hot silk of his skin. I could no longer deny myself the pleasure of tasting his prick fully, so I took the cockhead into my mouth.

  Bit by bit, he entered the wet warmth of my mouth. When the head kissed the back of my throat, I pressed it in even farther, almost swallowing it. I could hear George whispering dirty words and moaning. The emptiness I felt when I pulled back until he had almost withdrawn was rewarded by the wonderful sensation of taking him into my mouth again. Then, once more, I resumed fucking him with my mouth—slowly, lingeringly, oh so exquisitely.

  When I felt him trying to sit up, I knew instinctively what George wanted most. I moved around and over him to straddle him backward, head to toe. As I leaned over his body to take his cock back in my mouth, he reached up and spread the wet lips of my cunt. As he began to nibble at me, I moaned around his cock. It was sweet to feel his lips and tongue on my pussy and clit as I sucked his engorged, reddish prick. In the mutual giving and receiving of pleasure, each of us heightened the other’s sensations. Nothing could have been more erotic, more sensual, than this. The entire world now was reduced to the sensations coursing through our bodies.

  George drew my pussy lips into his mouth, sucking luxuriously on the aroused flesh. In response, I took his cock deep into my mouth and sucked hard. He moaned against me, an erotic vibration that sent tremors through me and left me trembling. Gently, he rolled the nub of my clit between his lips, then teased it with the tip of his tongue. When I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and began to move it up and down to the same rapid rhythm as my sucking mouth, I tasted a small and spicy spurt of his warm precome.

  Nearing his climax, George was moaning against me almost constantly now. The vibrating rumble of his moans drove me wild as I moved my hips to press my hot pussy even tighter around his tongue. His gasp drew a rush of air over me, brought me to the edge of orgasm. Engulfed by his own desire, he thrust his hips, fucking my mouth.

  Suddenly, we both leaped over the edge. I felt George’s cock throb, and then tasted the first hot pulse of his come. When he poured his release into my mouth, I arched my back and convulsed against him as the intense waves of my orgasm tore through me. We both cried and shuddered and moaned, pleasure raking us both. Finally, we grew still.

  I rolled over onto my back in the grass. It felt cool beneath me. Silently, we watched the stars, reaching out to occasionally touch, caress. We dozed. Then, much later, we hooked up the sprinkler again and ran back and forth through the spray.

  —M.K., Rome, Georgia

  First Anniversary Fuck

  My boyfriend and I were sitting in a club on a Friday night, just having a few drinks listening to some music. The people around us would have been surprised at the hot words being whispered back and forth between us.

  We were reminiscing about the first night we fucked. As a matter of fact, we had been at this same club. The more we talked, the wetter my pussy got. My cunt and mouth both yearned for Sam’s big, black dick. In the small southern town where we live, it is hard for people to accept our relationship—a white woman and a black man. But to me it had always been a turn-on to see a black prick driving in and out of my hot hole. We talked about that, and about how much Sam loved pussy of any color, but especially mine. After half an hour or so, neither of us could take it any longer. We left the club.

  We drove beyond the speed limit to the exact same spot where we had first fucked each other. On the way there, I pulled his pants down. I got my tongue wet and active, and licked circles on his neck and nibbled on it. At the same time, I stroked his big cock till I felt his hot juices starting to creep out. Then I paused, waiting for the big reenactment that we had promised ourselves.

  When we finally got to our trysting spot, it was as if we had never fucked each other before. He grabbed me with his big hands and kissed me with the most anxious and eager to
ngue and lips I have ever felt. We’ve never been the rough-sex sort, but our bodies were aching, hands tearing at each other like never before. We stripped out of all our clothes. He continued to kiss me all over while I stroked and squeezed the cheeks of his juicy, firm, ebony ass. The avid, thirsty way he sucked my tits got my pussy oozing with the hottest, slickest love juice I ever remember exuding. The more he licked my extra-sensitive nipples the more I needed his hard black love-stick in my honey-pot. He eased his sweaty, shining, muscular body between my legs. He looked delicious. I spread my legs wide and showed him all of my pussy. He pressed his sturdy body to mine. I felt his throbbing cockhead probe for my honey-dripping hole. I was well and truly lubricated, and wide open for him. Then suddenly, he took my breath away as he entered my pussy, slowly and up to the hilt. I immediately grasped that big prick with my pussy muscles, and it felt like heaven. We slowly worked up a good rhythm, with my hips meeting his at every stroke. I placed my feet flat up against the roof of the car, giving him full access to my pussy—of which he made excellent use. I felt my cooze tighten up, and I rocked back and forth on his cock until I had a thorough, juice-soaking climax. Soon after that, he gushed out a humongous load into my snatch.

  But the sex didn’t stop there. My Sam is a real lover. As soon as he pulled his prick out, he immediately dove between my legs and ate my pussy into paradise. While he sucked and teased my clit, he artfully and skillfully finger-fucked my cunt. Nor did he settle for just one orifice. He took the come-anointed digit out of my cunt and slipped it into my asshole. That drove me wild. In an instant, I had my mouth around his long pole and sucked it like a very large lollipop. It was stiff and raring to go again in only a few seconds. It was then I turned my generous, creamy ass up to him. He kissed it lovingly and thoroughly, then licked every inch of my spine before returning to my bottom. That sent shivers up my backbone. He lay still as I straddled him and spread my cunt lips over his bulging black dick. I eased down on it till my pussy devoured all of the black monster. I fucked him like a champ. His huge balls slapped my pussy with every stroke. Soon he was screaming a mixture of sweet talk and profanity, clutching and stroking my bouncing ass. I felt a tremendous orgasm building. Sam stiffened as I writhed wildly on his peg. As on that first occasion, we came together, and he drenched my thirsty pussy with a gush of come. Needless to say that was a wonderful night for us. I think we’ll be reminiscing again real soon.