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  At that point the other nurse, whose name was Grace, came in to see how things were going. When she saw the situation, she also told me not to be embarrassed, as she had also seen it happen before. She went around to check the tube in my ass, and as she leaned over me I felt her large tits pressing into my side.

  That was too much. I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I reached over and put my hand on her right tit. I was expecting a slap or worse, but Grace just lifted my hand away, saying that that was not going to help my condition. I told her that being in the same room with two sexy nurses wasn’t going to help either. Grace giggled and said she would try one more thing to relax me.

  Still standing behind me, she reached for my dick and pulled my foreskin up over the head of my cock, asking if that helped me to relax. My cock was so swollen that the foreskin went right back. She then pulled it up again, and again it receded. “No, I guess it’s not helping,” she said, but she didn’t stop. Now she was doing it with a rhythmic motion, actually stroking my dick with her hand. In a breathless voice I told her not to stop, because I thought the problem would be solved in a minute.

  “Maybe I can do something about this,” Sophie said. She knelt down in front of me with her mouth on a level with my prick. As Grace continued to stroke it, she stuck out her tongue and licked the head. That did it. My come shot out like a cannon, right into Sophie’s open mouth. Grace went on stroking my dick until it was completely drained.

  The two of them then completed the procedure, saying that everything looked fine. They then led me to the bathroom to get rid of the barium solution. When I was ready to leave, Sophie said I should probably get the procedure done again next year. I said that sounded like a good idea.

  When I got home my wife asked me how it had gone. I told her everything had come out just fine.

  —B.L., Carson City, Nevada

  On-the-Job Training

  Every now and then my wife, Rhoda, likes to surprise me with an unusual sexual treat. One time we drove to the sea and fucked in the dunes at night. Another time she took me to the library and sucked me off back in the stacks. I had quite a time keeping quiet.

  Last week I was having a rather boring day at work. I got back from lunch, sat down at my computer, and started working on my latest report. A minute later Jud, my intern, a young student at the local university, sat down across from me and started to work on a paper he needed to do for school. When it’s not busy I let him do his schoolwork on the job to save time.

  After working for a while, I looked over at Jud and noticed that he had his eyes closed. Well, I couldn’t blame him—I would have liked to take a little catnap too about then. I decided not to bother him; I really didn’t care if he goofed off once in a while. I went back to my project.

  The radio was on in the office, but a couple of times I thought I could hear some other noises as well. But I didn’t think too much about it until I heard Jud moan softly. I turned to see what he was up to. His head was thrown back, and now he was making little whimpering sounds. Then he gasped and muttered, “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” The way he was going on, I thought the guy must be dreaming, or else he had his pecker out and was stroking it under the desk.

  All of a sudden his body jerked and he moaned deeply, then slumped into the chair. “Wow, that was awesome!” he finally said.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” I asked.

  “I’m not doing anything,” he said. “But someone is.”

  And then, as I looked on in shock, my wife crawled out from under my desk.

  “Oh my God what have I done?” Rhoda exclaimed, looking first at Jud, then at me. “I came to surprise you. I mean I wanted to…” Her voice trailed off.

  “Oh God,” Jud said. “You mean this is your—”

  “Yes, this is my wife,” I finished for him. “Jud, this is Rhoda. Rhoda, this is Jud. But I think you have already met—sort of.”

  “Oh my God, I can’t believe it!” Rhoda said. “I’m so embarrassed.”

  “You shouldn’t be,” Jud said boldly. “That was the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten! It was so slow and sweet.”

  “It was meant for my husband, that’s why,” Rhoda answered.

  “Well, I’m glad about the mix-up,” Jud said. “That was so awesome!”

  My wife looked at me with a kind of wide-eyed stare, but there was something in her eyes that made me wonder just how accidental her action had been. I was so strangely turned on that my cock was like iron in my pants. I went to lock the office door, then came back and sat down. “My turn,” I said as I took out my cock. It was already rock-hard.

  Rhoda crawled to me and started to suck my dick as only she can, giving me the same kind of sweet blowjob she had evidently lavished on Jud earlier. I looked up to see that Jud had gotten hard again, and was stroking his pecker as he watched us. I signaled for him to come over to us, and he quickly stood and took off his clothes.

  Rhoda continued sucking my cock as I lifted her skirt, and Jud peeled her panties off. She raised her eyes to me as he lined his cock up with her moist snatch. “Oh, baby,” she cooed. “Is this all right with you?”

  “Why not?” I replied. “You’ve already got a load of his spunk in your stomach. Anyway, it’s about time he got some real on-the-job training. Go ahead Jud, fuck her.”

  Jud didn’t wait for us to change our minds. He aimed his cock between my wife’s ass cheeks, and it slowly disappeared until his pubic hair was rubbing against her pretty bottom. Rhoda looked up at me, her eyes filled with lust now as she enjoyed two cocks in her at once. Jud picked up the pace, fucking her harder now, his balls slapping against her cunt as he screwed her.

  Meanwhile I was getting the best blowjob of my life as the motions of my wife’s mouth reflected the pounding her pussy was receiving. She moaned around my dick as she had her first orgasm. Jud never stopped, and Rhoda sucked harder than ever as a second climax built up in her until her body convulsed again.

  Jud was ready to lose it. He looked at me as if to ask for my approval, so I gave it to him. “It’s okay, dude,” I told him. “Fill her up.”

  As Rhoda moaned, Jud held on to her hips and buried his bone deep in her cunt. He wiggled back and forth and from side to side, with his cock still buried. Rhoda raised her head from my cock and cried, “Oh, yes! Oh, I feel his warm come spurting inside me!” Jud was grunting and spasming over and over as he filled my wife’s cunt.

  When he was done, Rhoda turned her attention back to my cock, taking me all the way down her throat. I couldn’t hold out any longer. Rhoda didn’t spill a drop as she took shot after shot right down her hungry throat. Only after my orgasm had subsided and my pecker had fallen from her mouth did I realize that Jud was still fucking her. He was so excited, his hard-on just wouldn’t quit.

  Rhoda fell away from him now, and rolled onto her back on the floor. Her tits were glistening with sweat, and her pussy was moist with Jud’s sperm and her own juices. Jud moved on top of her, sank his cock right back into her snatch, and started fucking away as though he was out of control.

  “Baby, he’s fucking the shit out of me!” Rhoda groaned. She wasn’t complaining.

  “He sure is,” I agreed. “Do you like it?”

  “Oh, baby, yes… It feels so good. Ohhh…”

  Jud pounded her pussy even harder, their flesh making slapping noises each time their bodies came together. Rhoda was arching her body, meeting each of his thrusts with hers as they screwed like long-familiar lovers. Finally Rhoda’s eyes rolled back in her head as she had yet another orgasm. This seemed to set Jud off; he groaned and buried his bone deep inside my wife, groaning hoarsely as he filled her cunt with still more of his come.

  It was a truly memorable afternoon for all of us. Later I asked Rhoda if she really had mistaken Jud’s cock for mine when she first sucked him off. She only smiled and winked at me. “What do you think?” she said.

  —Name and address withheld

  A Present from the Past

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p; One day last summer I was standing in the checkout line at the grocery store, a twelve-pack of beer in one hand and a pack of rolling papers in the other, thinking how good it was going to feel to get home, drink a beer, and smoke a big fat joint.

  I suddenly felt a tingling sensation as I heard a very familiar voice call out my name. I turned around, and walking toward me was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. And what’s more, I knew him! Les and I had known each other back in college, and it had been twenty years since I’d last seen him. I’d had a big crush on him back then, and had had the pleasure of fucking his brains out a couple of times.

  Now I was instantly attracted to him once again. He looked so delicious I almost could not speak. We spent the next few hours getting to know each other again. I wanted him so badly that that night, lying naked in my bed, I dreamed about him, and about all the nasty, wicked things I wanted do to him. When I called him the next day and he accepted my invitation to come over to my house, I was so excited I could hardly wait.

  I had just slipped into a sexy white thong and was spraying on my favorite perfume when the doorbell rang. He had arrived a little early, and I wasn’t quite ready. I grabbed my robe and ran to answer the door. I was greeted with a bouquet of pretty flowers, my favorite candy, and a very sexy smile. I eagerly invited my Prince Charming in and gave him a deep wet kiss. My robe fell open and my nipples brushed against his soft warm skin, immediately getting hard. He was an excellent kisser; his firm tongue gently caressing the inside of my mouth made my pussy so hot! I could imagine that tongue licking my clit and sucking my wet juicy slit. I thought I was going to come right then and there!

  Feeling the need to breathe, I pulled away and caught my breath. I had felt his cock getting hard against me, and it took everything I had to keep myself from ripping his clothes off. I collected my wits and told him to come on in while I rolled a joint and got dressed. Les said the joint sounded like a good idea, but he didn’t see any reason for me to put on any more clothes.

  Sitting on my bed, we took a couple of hits off the joint, and pretty soon we were lying down side by side, talking about our favorite sex positions, of all things. I rolled over on my hands and knees with my round, firm ass sticking straight up, and told Les that this was my favorite way to get fucked. He said that if I wanted to get fucked, I ought to take my panties off first. So I did. Now we both knew what we wanted. Sliding down until he was underneath me, he grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart. His tongue danced on my swollen clit and plunged deep into my wet cunt. I knew by the way he had kissed me that he would be excellent at eating pussy, and I was right! My body quivered as I had one massive orgasm after another.

  I finally fell facedown onto the sheets and pillows, and I was still panting for air when I found myself being pulled up onto my knees, and felt the head of Les’s thick, stiff cock easing into my dripping hole. He slid that pole in and out, ramming it deep inside me, then ever so slowly drawing it out. It felt so delicious and erotic I could hardly stand it. I felt my pussy clamp down hard on his cock as it seemed to grow even bigger. I reached down and grabbed his balls when I felt him starting to come. My pussy sucked his cock in as we climaxed simultaneously.

  We spent the whole night making love in every imaginable way, and Les was too exhausted to make it to work the next morning.

  Since then my beautiful lover has whisked me away to his house in the mountains. It is a quaint Victorian-type place with a spiral staircase, a crackling fireplace, and a big brass bed. We make passionate love each night, and wake up each morning in each other’s arms. He is everything I’ve dreamed of, and much more. I hope to be with him for a long time, for we have twenty long years to make up for!

  —T.C., Selma, Alabama

  Garage Grope

  While I was on vacation a few years ago I had a problem with my car. One morning it just wouldn’t start. The desk clerk at my hotel gave me the number of a local garage, which he recommended, saying that they did good work. I called, and a male voice told me they would send a tow truck right away.

  In about fifteen minutes the tow truck arrived. The mechanic was about five feet seven and very attractive, with a nice build, long blond hair and beautiful light blue eyes. I rode with him in the truck as he towed my car to the garage. After examining it, he said it needed some new parts, and it would take a couple of hours to fix it. I told him I would be back later.

  When I returned he was nowhere in sight, and the garage seemed abandoned. My feet were tired from walking around, so I sat down on a bench, took my shoes off, and leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes. I may have dozed off, for the next thing I felt was something touching my toes. I opened my eyes to see the mechanic standing over me. His shoes were brushing against my stockinged feet. He just smiled at me and said, “Nice.” I looked down and saw that my miniskirt had ridden high over my thighs, almost to my crotch.

  Flustered, I smoothed down my skirt and asked him if my car was ready. He responded by stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. I stood up, but my legs felt like rubber. I couldn’t deny that my body was reacting to his touch. Yes, I wanted him.

  He must have seen it in my face, for now he started to caress me all over, starting with my face and slowly going down my body, and every stroke sent shivers down my spine. He reached for my breast, squeezing it between his fingers, then took it into his mouth and sucked at my hard nipple through my blouse. I felt a spasm in my belly as he sucked harder, unbuttoning my blouse with one hand, while with the other he lifted my skirt and started to play with my pussy.

  My blouse was soon open and he pulled it aside, moving to my other breast, now bare, slowly sucking and pulling on my nipple with his soft wet lips as he continued playing with my wet pussy. The feeling made my pussy extra hot, and I couldn’t help arching my hips. He let go of my nipple, which stood out sharply as a result of his sucking, and slid my panties down my legs.

  I reach over and unzipped him, reaching into his pants to stroke him with my hand, slowly rubbing my forefinger on the tip of his penis where precome was oozing out.

  He smiled then and lifted me up, placing me on the hood of my car. “Your car is fixed,” he said. “Now let’s see what else I can fix.”

  He pushed my legs apart, then with his fingers he pressed my labia open and prodded the opening with his index finger. He smeared my juices over my hard clit, then gave it a quick lick. I shuddered and moaned, “Oh. Oh. Don’t stop. Please. Oh, yes!” He continued to trace his fingertips over every inch of my crotch, rolling them over my aroused clit and dipping them into my wet cunt hole as I wiggled around on the car hood, trying to inch my aching pussy closer to his mouth.

  Finally he pressed his face against me, his flat, wet tongue licking my cunt hungrily. My pussy grew even wetter under his attentions, and I bucked my hips to get full contact. His fingers pulled at my labia as his tongue moved to my clit, stroking it and running circles around it before he sucked it into his mouth. I moaned that I was going to come, and he clamped his mouth over my entire pussy and sucked as though he was trying to suck my orgasm right out of me. It worked! My pussy exploded. I let out a scream and fell back onto the hood, exhausted, my pussy still pulsing from his mouth.

  As I lay across my car I became aware of him walking around to the other side, where my head had fallen back to the edge of the hood. “Want more?” he said, rubbing his cock over my wet lips. With a moan I took him in my mouth and let him fuck my face, stroking his cock with my tongue as it moved in and out.

  In a few minutes he pulled away, reached for my hand, and helped me off the hood, then turned me around and braced me against the side of the car. He grasped my ass cheeks and pulled them apart as my tits spread out against the glass of the car window. He bent his knees to get the correct angle, then thrust upward, plunging his cock into my pussy. It filled me up, and I spread my legs wider and thrust back at him to show him how much I liked it. The fucking was rough but good, and he whispered sweet words into
my ear as he screwed me.

  My whole body was rubbing up and down against the side of the car, with his penis deep inside my steaming-hot pussy, and it felt so good! He reached for my breasts, kneading them with his fingers, and I moaned, “Oh, that feels so good, give me more. Yes, yes!” He began to thrust harder, reaching around to finger my clit, and his lips were like fire on the back of my neck. Just as I was about to come, he withdrew and turned me around, lifting one of my legs to give him deeper access to my pussy.

  My body was on fire as he resumed fucking me, kissing and nibbling my neck and breasts. But neither of us could hold out anymore, and together we exploded, our bodies spasming as we clung to each other. Finally I slumped exhausted against the car, my legs quivering weakly, and with his penis still inside me he leaned forward to give me a gentle kiss.

  Since then, I’ve always taken my vacation in the same place. And somehow, when I’m there, I always seem to develop car problems.

  —Name and address withheld

  Good Neighbor Policy

  This happened about five years ago, when I was just eighteen years old and still living with my parents. One evening my married next-door neighbor, Valerie, asked me if I wanted to join her on a trip to the mall. I accepted, and we had a great time shopping and looking around. It was nearly nine o’clock when we arrived back at Valerie’s house, and she invited me in.

  Kit, Valerie’s husband, met us in the kitchen. Now Kit was one hunk of a man, a little over six feet tall, with an athletic build. I’d often wondered what kind of equipment he had in his shorts. After greeting him, Valerie excused herself and went to the bedroom to change. That’s when Kit approached me.

  I didn’t realize what he was doing until he was standing so close to me that I could smell the booze on his breath. And then he shocked the hell out of me by grabbing me and pulling me into his body. Kit was very strong, and I didn’t bother trying to escape his hold on me—not that I really wanted to. He just held me in his arms for a moment, neither of us saying anything. Then without warning I felt one of his hands on my rump, caressing my ass. I still didn’t object, although I would have enjoyed his hand much more if I hadn’t known that Valerie might come in and catch us in this situation. How would he explain to his wife why he was fondling the eighteen-year-old neighbor girl?