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  Stopping abruptly, he stood open-mouthed as Julie described a rather steamy session she’d recently had with two male lovers. Eric was wearing loose-fitting sweatpants, and I could clearly make out the erection beginning to tent the front of his pants. Also somewhat aroused by Julie’s frank descriptions, I got up and went over to my boyfriend, putting my arms around his neck.

  “That might be fine for you, Julie,” I teased, pressing my groin slightly into his, “but I’ve found my man, and I couldn’t imagine wanting anyone else, or wanting to share him. The same goes for you, right, honey?” I looked at Eric expectantly, but he merely looked down, blushing slightly.

  “Looks as though we might be able to change that,” Julie replied, looking over at Mark and raising her eyebrow. “Should we give it a shot?” Mark shrugged, smiling, and pulled Julie down to the floor so that she was lying on top of him. Not to be outdone, I pulled Eric over to the couch and, once we were settled in, began a steamy make-out session. I figured that things would end at this, but when I finally opened my eyes and looked back down to the floor, I was shocked by what I saw.

  There were Mark and Julie, arms and legs entwined as ours were, but he had his hand up the front of her shirt and hers was down his pants. I heard the soft gasps as their searching hands teased one another and couldn’t bring myself to look away. Seeing them together, enjoying each other, made my pussy tingle and dampen, and I began clawing at Eric’s shirt. He was as turned on by them as I was, and within seconds we were a mess of disheveled, half-buttoned clothing.

  I was sitting in Eric’s lap, stroking his hard cock through the front of his sweats, when Julie looked up and made eye contact with me. Smiling at her, I gave Eric’s bulge a squeeze, as though showing off my toys. She gave a little laugh and then turned back to Mark, nuzzling and sucking on his neck while I slid my hand under Eric’s waistband.

  Running my fingers through his thatch of thick pubic hair, I soon encountered his warm, pulsing manhood. Pulling it out, I leaned forward and lightly kissed the tip before running my tongue around it as though enjoying an ice-cream cone. When I finally enveloped his cockhead with my lips, Eric reached back and placed his hands behind him on the couch, pushing himself up and sliding into my mouth. All the while, his eyes remained firmly glued to the action on the floor.

  I glanced out of the corner of my eye, and by the tangle of arms and legs writhing beside us, I could see that Mark and Julie were getting along fine. Then I caught a flash of pink as Mark managed to get Julie’s T-shirt over her head and her small, braless breasts sprang free. I admired her firm, athletic figure as Eric reached forward to undo the front clasp of my bra so that he could handle my larger, heavier breasts. As he pinched and twisted my nipples, waves of heat shot straight from the tips of my breasts right to my pussy, and I was sure that I was leaving a damp patch on the couch.

  Rising off Eric’s cock, I quickly tore off my jeans, shirt and panties, throwing them over an armchair, and then settled back in his lap. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I leaned back as he placed his palm on my mound and began rubbing around my clit with his thumb, teasing me in ever-increasing circles. Each time he got close to that sensitive little button, my body jerked slightly and I felt the warm sex flush that rushed through my body, signaling my rising sexual excitement to everyone there in the room.

  I shimmied closer to him, loving the feel of his rock-hard cock as it pressed against the moist flesh of my pussy. Closing my eyes, I bit down on my lip, but still could not hold back the moan that escaped.

  As my breathing grew more and more ragged and my body twitched under Eric’s knowing touch, I felt another pair of hands caressing my heaving breasts. Opening my eyes, I saw that it was Julie, now completely naked as well. I tried to smile at her but had little control over my actions, as Eric chose exactly that moment to slide his long index finger into my slickened cunt. I gasped as Julie covered my mouth with hers, sliding her tongue between my teeth. Being pleasured by two lovers at once was exquisite, and I wrapped my arms around Julie’s neck to draw her closer to me.

  Her erect nipples grazed mine as our breasts flattened together, and I ran my fingers down the soft skin of her back. When I reached her ass I hit a bump, and when that bump squeezed my hand I realized that it was Mark, fingering Julie’s pussy like Eric was fingering mine. Reaching into his lap, I found his cock and wrapped my fingers around the base and began to pump, using his own precome as a natural lubricant. Mark then grunted as Julie tensed above me, a shudder running through her body as Mark brought her to a fabulous orgasm.

  Meanwhile, Eric had withdrawn his finger from my wet cunt. I sighed in disappointment, since I had been about to come as well. My disappointment didn’t last long, however, as he placed the head of his cock at my opening and with a quick thrust embedded himself deep inside me. I drew in my breath as his shaft ran along the springy walls of my vagina, his balls pressed up against my ass.

  Since my position made it impossible for me to move much, my boyfriend held my hips and rocked back and forth, sliding his dick in and out of my slippery channel as Mark mimicked Eric’s movements in my hand. Soon I was quivering and shaking uncontrollably, overwhelmed by all the sensations around me.

  Julie’s face still hovered above mine, but we were no longer kissing. Neither of us was able to control our actions any longer. When it seemed as if this erotic circle could last forever, Mark jerked forward with a grunt, and I felt his warm release splash all over my arm and hand. Slipping out of my grasp, he quickly lowered himself to the floor and slid his face under Julie’s body, sucking her moist pink folds and bringing her to one long, final orgasm with his mouth.

  This sight must have been too much for Eric, because he pulled out of me and wrapped his fist around his cock, slick with my juices. As he pumped himself he once again placed his thumb on my clit, rubbing furiously until I was screaming with the force of my own orgasm. Then Eric was coming as well, streams of his sticky seed shooting out all over me. Some I was able to catch with my tongue, the rest Julie excitedly lapped up off my body.

  We were a mess. Tangled in a heap half on the couch and half on the floor, we all struggled to catch our breath, smiling and laughing. Julie brushed a stray hair out of my eyes as I licked up a drop of sweat that was running over her breast. “Wow,” was all I could say as Eric placed a kiss on my still-trembling stomach. It was Mark, however, who really summed it all up.

  “I don’t know about the rest of you guys,” he said, looking at each of us in turn, “but I know that I’ve certainly learned a lot today!”

  —Ms. R.W., Oyster Bay, New York

  She Finally Gets What’s Coming to Her from the Hottest Professor on Campus

  All semester long, I’d been fantasizing about Professor Carter, who was only a few years older than me and absolutely gorgeous. The way he walked around the room, spoke authoritatively about history and current events and, most of all, the way he made eye contact when he called on me, had my nipples hard and my pussy wet every time I stepped into his classroom. I’d imagine him taking me over his knee and using a ruler to whack my bottom. The more I thought about him spanking me, the more I squirmed around in my seat while he lectured, my clit hardening at the naughty image forming in my mind.

  I knew it would be highly inappropriate to pursue him while he was still my teacher, so I waited until the last day of class to bake him some of my special chocolate-chip cookies. I’ve wooed boyfriends with them in the past and knew he’d be hard-pressed to resist them. I’d heard through the grapevine that he was single and couldn’t help but sense the simmering attraction between us during my visits to his office. To top things off, I dressed like the slutty schoolgirl I saw myself as: in a little white button-down shirt, pleated plaid skirt, white cotton panties, knee socks, and shiny black shoes.

  I could barely wait until class ended and stared at the clock the whole time, but finally the bell rang and it was official—he was no longer my professor! I stayed in my seat un
til everyone else had left, and then I heard him say my name and felt shivers rush through my body. “Well, Jane, I want to commend you on being such an excellent student. You’ve been a pleasure to work with.”

  I smiled at him, and then stood up so he could experience the full effect of my outfit. I resisted peeking down at his crotch to see if it had made him hard; I’d have to trust my instincts. I walked toward him with a seductive smile on my lips. “You’re the best teacher I’ve ever had. And while I’m sorry that our class time has to end, I was hoping that might mean we could get to know each other on a more… personal basis.” My cheeks were flaming—I could feel the heat—so I quickly thrust the tin of cookies at him. “I made these for you,” I said, and then bit my lip, hoping I hadn’t been wrong because my pussy was absolutely dripping with wetness.

  He gave me a slow once-over, his eyes taking in every detail of my outfit. “Why don’t we step into my office, and I’ll taste your… cookies,” he said. His pause spoke volumes, and I made sure to brush against him as we walked toward the door, with me in front so he could admire my ass, which was barely covered by my short skirt.

  When we got to his office down the hall, he closed and locked the door. “Sit down,” he said, his voice sounding suddenly serious.

  “Am I in some kind of trouble?” I asked, for a moment fearing that I had misread his signals.

  “That depends, Jane,” he said, making my name sound like a dirty word. “Do you want to be?”

  I swallowed hard, my nipples now pebbles as my pussy gushed. “If it means getting a spanking from my favorite teacher, then yes, I’m in big trouble,” I replied, batting my eyelashes at him.

  “Then I suggest you get over here right now,” he said, patting his lap as I stood up. We’d moved quickly from our formerly cordial, flirtatious relationship to one where our desires were out in the open; since I had been imagining him mentally undressing me all semester. I walked over and positioned myself across his lap. Even though this was our first intimate moment, I’d dreamt about him touching, spanking, and kissing me for so many nights that it felt perfectly natural. He lifted up my skirt and whistled when he saw the panties I’d picked out just for him. On the seat of my undies were the words “Bad Girl.”

  “You really came prepared today, didn’t you?” he asked, as he lifted his hand and then brought it down onto my ass. A whoosh of air left my lungs as his hand made contact, and I pressed my hands against the floor to brace myself. He rubbed his palm against my bottom, making me moan.

  “Nobody’s going to hear us, are they?” I asked, the concern popping into my head even as he explored my lower half, his fingers pressing against the cotton between my legs.

  “Not if you keep quiet,” he said, and then smacked my other cheek. He kept going, delivering a series of loud, hard, steady blows, rather than quick slaps. He seemed to be deliberating over each one, calculating where his hand would have the maximum impact. My face kept getting warmer as my ass got hotter, until I simply had to do something. I began pinching my nipples into even harder points, while he kept on smacking my ass. I spread my legs slightly, needing him to touch me there, but he ignored my cunt for the time being. Then he glanced down and saw me touching myself. He turned me over, cradling his arm beneath my head so I could look at him. “What are you doing, Jane?” he asked, and I flushed again.

  “I was touching my nipples. You made them so hard,” I said.

  “I want to be the one touching your nipples,” he said. “You keep your hands at your sides.” He pulled me up and around so I was straddling him, my hot butt cheeks resting against his legs while he lifted my shirt over my head. “And what pretty nipples you have,” he said as he unhooked my bra to reveal my large breasts in all their glory. He leaned down and sucked each nipple, giving them lots of tongue as his hands tugged me closer to his erection. I started to hump him, torn between wanting to taste and touch his cock and wanting to keep getting spanked.

  When Professor Carter finally got done feasting on my nipples, I was on the verge of coming. “I need your cock,” I blurted out, even though I knew he wanted to be the one in charge.

  “How badly do you need it, Jane?” he asked, moving one hand to my lower back to press my body against his.

  I wiggled my pussy against his hardness for a few minutes, and then dropped down to my knees and unzipped his pants, pulling out a cock that was as thick, stiff and enticing as I’d hoped it would be. I opened wide and took the head between my lips, quickly followed by half the shaft. “Oh, Jane…” he said, his voice trailing off as I ran my tongue along his hard length. Part of me couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but I knew from the way his dick stiffened in reaction to my blowjob that this was all real. I swallowed his entire cock, feeling a pleasurable sensation as the head hit the back of my throat. While I had all of him inside me, I looked up at the man I’d idolized for four months, and our eyes connected passionately.

  Then I slowly eased up, letting his slick cock emerge from my lips. “Please, Professor, can I touch myself? Sucking your cock has made me so wet, I really need to touch myself. Pretty please?” I was begging him shamelessly, and it worked!

  “Okay, you can touch yourself, but you can’t come until I say it’s okay.” As much as I wanted to come, I wanted to follow his orders even more. I went back to deep-throating him, while he pushed upward into me, fucking my face as I plunged my fingers into my pussy. I was thrusting so frantically that I almost forgot what I’d promised, but I forced myself to slow down, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock as I focused almost all my energy on his blowjob. I hoped that if I did it well, he’d spank me again.

  “Jane, you’re going to make me come,” he said, patting my head in approval. I abandoned my cunt and sped up my actions, suctioning my way up and down until his dick moved easily through my throat. Then he grabbed hold of his cock, taking it from my hand as he slowly pumped his fist along it and offered me his come to swallow. I greedily gulped every last drop, disappointed when the flow of his hot cream ended. But Professor Carter wasn’t selfish in any way. As soon as I’d taken the last of his load, he pulled me up and then pressed two fingers into my waiting cunt. “You’ve been so patient, and I know you’ve been on the edge of orgasm ever since class started, haven’t you?” He didn’t need a verbal response as I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him as I burrowed my face into his neck while his fingers stroked me in all the right places. He only needed a few minutes to have me whimpering in pleasure.

  We kissed passionately, and as his tongue entwined with mine, I felt my ass tingling again. “We’re not done yet, Jane,” he said, sensing my need for more spanking. This time, when I laid across his lap, I knew exactly what to expect, which made every smack all the more exciting. He hit me harder this time, knowing that I was the kind of girl who needed to be spanked thoroughly. When he was done, he literally kissed my ass, his soft lips soothing my tender skin.

  “Thank you for the cookies, Jane,” he said, rather formally, when we were done, as if suddenly realizing that we were actually in his office and that any of his colleagues might’ve heard him spanking me. I offered him my hand to shake, and even that formal touch set me off again. Then he handed me a card on which was his first name and his home phone number. “I hope you’ll call if you feel the need for further lessons.” I walked out, knowing that my reddened cheeks were visible as my skirt swished behind me. I tucked his card into my backpack, knowing I’d be calling him soon. I’ve never been so happy to be done with a college class as I was with his. I’m looking forward to seeing what else he has to “teach” me, hopefully in the privacy of his bedroom. If that’s how racy things got in his office, I can only imagine what we’d get up to in a more intimate setting.

  —Ms. J.T., Via Email

  Hot House-Sitter Has Torrid Threesome with Suburban Couple

  This afternoon I received a phone call that made my wife, Liz, and I as horny as hell. Let me explain.

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nbsp; Last summer our next-door neighbor’s friend Tim house-sat for him while he was away in Europe for two months. Liz and I didn’t meet Tim until a few days after he had arrived. It was a Saturday afternoon, and we were in our pool when suddenly we heard someone say, “Looks great in there.” We looked up to see Tim peering over our tall backyard fence. I invited him over so we could become better acquainted and suggested he bring his swimming trunks and join us in the pool. He was startlingly handsome, about five foot ten, with a beautiful tan, black wavy hair, a delicious smile, and sexy brown eyes.

  Tim joined us for a swim, and we invited him to stay for dinner and drinks. Over the next couple of weeks we got to know him well. He made frequent use of our pool and stayed for dinner almost every night.

  One balmy Friday night, with thunderstorms gathering, Tim came over to go for a dip. I decided to join him while Liz stayed inside to read. Once it was dark, I got up to turn on the deck lights and get another beer. When I returned with the beer, Liz came out behind me wearing a short silk robe. She stood on the diving board, the spotlight pointing directly on her, her pink-tipped areolas and dark pubic hair slightly visible beneath the pale peach fabric.

  Cupping her hand over her eyes to shield them from the intense light, she asked, “You guys want to skinny-dip?” I was so surprised by my wife’s invitation that I almost spit out my mouthful of beer. Then, feeling my cock swell, I looked at Tim to see his reaction. An ear-to-ear grin adorned his face and a bulge not unlike my own had appeared in his shorts. Before I knew it, Tim had thrown his swimsuit down on the deck and was jumping into the pool. I was quick to follow, and then, lastly, my sexy wife removed her robe and dove in.