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She then realized that she had not hurt him and went back to her task with a passion. She sucked hard and she sucked deep. She nibbled around the crown, and gently tongued the shaft. She took one of his balls into her mouth and rolled it around, then switched and did the same with the other. Then she moved back up to the top of the shaft, and with lips tightly pursed pressed her mouth down over his cock. Slowly she moved up and down, fucking his dick with her mouth. She always enjoyed giving head and knowing that this was his first time, wanted to make it memorable. She marveled at his stamina, then decided that all the wine they has consumed at the bar was allowing him to last.

She slowly started to grind her hips, pressing her pussy against his cock. He couldn't believe the sensation. His cock was harder than it had ever been before. Reaching down, she began to unbuckle his belt. She undid his pants and gently reached inside to grasp his cock. He thought he would scream. Never in his life had he thought that the feeling of someone else touching his dick would feel so different from when he touched it himself. Gently she started to move her hand, slowly pumping his cock inside his pants. Then she pushed his pants down and began to open her own. He stepped out of his jeans and reached out to grab her panties which he slowly began to remove. She sat back down on the edge of the bed and raised her legs to help.

The one room efficiency was small by anyones standards. But
as a student it was all that he could afford. He was grateful
that he had decided to clean up that morning. Like many
bachelors, his place was usually a sty. They both sat down on
the edge of the bed, the most comfortable spot in the room.
There was a bit of small talk, and then, suddenly, they were
locked in a tight embrace. To this day he can’t remember who had
made the first move or for that matter if it was mutual, just
like in the movies. But at that moment in time all that he was
aware of was her. Her upper body was pressed firmly against his
and he felt her wonderful breasts straining for release. The
passion that was welling up inside of him was the strongest force
that he had ever felt. They kissed. Not a soft, gentle kiss but
a powerful, demanding kiss. He felt her tongue against his lips
and parted them. She thrust her tongue inside his mouth,
searching for his. They explored each others mouths then, each
second of discovery driving him to greater heights of passion.
His hands were shaking as they started to move. He caressed her
shoulders and back, expecting at any moment for to find out that
it was all a dream. He slowly lowered his hands to her waist and
started to pull her blouse free from her skirt. His hands then
moved inside, feeling naked female flesh for the first time in
his life. Slowly, slowly his hands moved up as he waited for her
to stop him. But she did not. With trembling hands he touched
her breasts through her bra. He started to caress them as his
heart threatened to explode from his chest. Not knowing what to
expect, he was still non the less surprised by their firmness and
weight. He had always admired the look of breasts but that was
nothing compared to their feel. “The bra, the bra” his mind was
screaming to him. “Take off the bra.” But having never put one
on he was a little confused on how to take one off. Gently, he
pushed the cups up, sliding his sensitive fingers over the
exposed flesh as he went. He reached her nipples and dared not
breath. They were hard and he gently rolled them between his
fingers. Her breathing, too, was now ragged and he hoped that
she was as excited as he was. Her entire breasts were now free
and he encased them completely with his hands. Never had he felt
anything so wonderful in his life. His eyes were shut tight. He
dared not open them for fear that it would all somehow end. And
just as he thought this he felt her push him away. God! What
had he done, he screamed to himself. But as he opened his eyes
he saw her staring intently at him. He also saw her stand and
watched as her hands slowly rose and began to unbutton her
blouse. His face felt hot with the rush of blood in his body.

She looked at him, knowing that he was probably thinking
about sex. “I’ll be alright I guess,” she said.
As he drove Steve started to think about their sex life. It
was never as active as he would have liked but, lately it seemed
to be getting worse. But he remembered. God, how he
remembered…
He was a virgin when they met. But he was oh, so curious.
Terry, who was 7 years older than he, had also had a fairly
active sex life. Far from intimidating him, it made him wonder
even more what sex would be like. After a year of friendship he
was beginning to think that he would never find out. Then one
evening, while out with a married female friend of his, he and
his friend had way too much to drink. She drove him back to his
apartment and decided to come up. He wasn’t sure why as she had
always just dropped him off in the past.

“OK, I’ll log it in,” Terry replied. “Whats say we knock
off for the day. I could use a shower.”
Steve, still unsure of just what to make of the situation,
resigned himself to solving the problem the next day. “Fine,” he
said, “I’ll meet you at the car.”
Leaving the control room, Steve marveled at how far they’ve
come in the past few years of research. Once the final testing
stages were completed they would be ready for a full scale test.
God, he thought, the possibilities then were endless. That was
the point of all this after all. The design for this new fast
breeder reactor was so simple and appeared so safe that it would
finally provide the world with a supply of cheap, clean power.

“So I’ll be home soon, Babe. Put on the dress I picked out for you
this morning. No panties.” Click. It was Jack on the phone. He’s on his
way home and he’s bringing a friend you haven’t met. The two of you haven’t
been getting on that well lately. Maybe a little socializing will be nice.
The dress is something you never wear around the house. What could he have
in mind? It’s high above the knees and tight around your bottom. You’ll
have to be careful sitting and crossing your legs. You put on some pretty
sandals that you got for the beach last summer, choose a top that’s a little
slinky and open but goes well with your skirt. Jack and his friend enter.
Your spouse takes you in his arms and kisses you deep. You’re a little
flustered, not used to him expressing this kind of affection in front of
strangers, but his tongue is exciting in your mouth and his hands feel nice
as they slide up your thighs to cup your bare buttocks. Roman, it turns
out, was a stranger to Jack till this afternoon. European and swarthy, he
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In a rhythmic and fluid motion only capable on waterbeds, he arched
his hips upward while he held her tightly, increasing his pace. Jane was
unable to move her body, except for her hips. She rolled her pelvis
downward to meet each of his upward thrusts.
Jane’s breath escaped her in small puffs as she bore her weight
down on top of him, filling her womb with his mammoth cock. The waterbed
made gradually louder slopping sounds under her movements. The room filled
with the sweet musk of sex. With her eyes half closed, she bucked and
writhed against him in pleasure as his enormous cock filled her pussy again
and again and again.
Suddenly, Jane’s lips parted slightly, releasing a moan. His back
muscles strained with the effort to drive his cock upward into her. Her
buttocks slapped hard against his hairy legs while her petite breasts
bounced up and down. The muscles of her stomach and inner thigh quaked
uncontrollably as her hips jerked downward, harder and faster, as she
ground her body into his.
“Yes..yes..make-me-come,” Jane tried to whisper as she attempted
to regain control of her voice. Her face contorted in the immense effort
of achieving a colossal orgasm.

“I’ve run out of lotion Do you have any that I could borrow?”
She asked politely.

I fumbled though my things and came up with a half used bottle
of sunblock. I held it out to her, but she simply turned around.

“Would you mind rubbing some on my back? I feel a burn coming
on,” she said calmly.

Actually, I did mind. I was suddenly very defensive. I was
hoping to spend a nice quiet day alone. I said nothing. I began to
massage the sunblock on her smooth white back. The smell of the sand
and the surf had combined with her perfume and her hairspray. I was
becoming more and more aroused by her.

It was a beautiful sunny day in Gloryville. I remember the hot
summer sun shining on the vast ocean which lay before me. I remember
thinking that nothing could be more beautiful than the Gloryville town
beach that day, but I was wrong.

About midday, I saw her. I saw her walking along the beach with
a light summer shawl around her waist. She was far away, but I could
see the sun shining on her golden blonde hair as if she had a halo.
As she walked down the beach towards me, she stopped for a moment to
talk briefly with each person she passed. After what seemed like an
eternity she reached the spot where I was tanning. I tried to pretend
not to notice her arrival, but it didn’t work.

She took a finder in her mouth and languidly
rolled her tongue around it, tasting herself. As she nursed quietly on him,
Sara’s hand nestled between his legs as it often did, and was greeted by
a warm splash of fluid as he lost control. Oblivious, Sara slept on, and his
body slowly relaxed. Julie clasped his hand to her now-buttoned shirt, and
he slipped away. He could have sworn he heard the last ember of the fire
wink out, though he might have been mistaken.

They all were rocked lightly as they shifted into place. Sara in the middle
slept on her right side, and he cupped her body in a spoon. Julie lay on Sara’s
right, her head close. Sara could feel his hardness pressed against her back,
and began to feel a small core of heat inside of her. But she cautioned
herself that they were staying with a friend, and she was uneasy with another
person so near. Though it was hard to be
Julie was so sweet. They had been friends for several months now. Julie seemed
very comfortable with herself, something Sara envied. But she was coming out
of her shell, as he would say.
Sara turned her head and kissed his arm, which was threaded beneath her
neck. It streched out further still, and Julie lay her head in his hand. She
did look awfully pretty in the dim orange light of the remaining embers in the
fireplace. Julie was slowly tracing circles on the back of Sara’s hand. She
felt herself being slowly mesmerized. But there was a tension instead of the
growing relaxation she was hoping to feel, was afraid of feeling. She
became restless, and shifted about. He whispered a question into her ear,
nuzzling it in the process, and she drew herself up. Sliding over him, she
murmurred “bathroom,” and slid out of the room.